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A.J., you are so busy listening to violins,

that this whole thing is out of tune.

[Announcer] Tonight on Simon & Simon...

[Woman] He wanted to put me on that stupid list.

What stupid list?

"The Ten Sexiest Women in San Diego."

She's no murderer.

One of the pictures was mine.

[together] You're on the list!

I was a finalist.

It's a shame to think one of these lovely ladies

could be a cold-blooded killer.

Whoever killed him deserves a medal.

It is my life,

and if you think I'm gonna stick it on the line

because you happen to be playing house with my brother...

Rick!

♪♪ [theme]

[Man sighing]

♪♪ [blues piano]

Why don't you call it a night, Mr. Simon?

[exhales deeply]

Maybe I should call your brother.

Get you home, okay?

You feel like talking about it?

You wouldn't understand.

What's her name?

Amanda.

Amanda McKay.

[A.J. narrating] It's funny,

it was only a week ago.

I woke up.

I woke up before the doorbell rang.

That ever happen to you?

[bell ringing]

[bell ringing]

[Rick] Mmm.

[Woman] Mr. Simon?

I know it's late, but your ad said 24 hours.

Uh, yeah.

We believe in truth in advertising.

I'm sorry, I badgered your cleaning guy at the office

into giving me your address here.

Uh, well, that's... that's okay.

George has got a good eye.

He wouldn't have given it to you

unless he thought you needed it.

Well, he was right about that.

I'm going to be accused of murder.

Um, come on in.

Of course I didn't kill him.

I didn't even know the man.

Until this morning,

Hai Elton was just a name on the masthead of a magazine.

You know, San Diego Scene.

What were you doing having a meeting with the publisher?

He wanted to put me on that stupid list...

"The Ten Sexiest Women in San Diego."

[chuckles]

Well, there are women in this town

who'd kill to be on that list.

As far as I'm concerned,

that list is an invasion of privacy.

I was on my lunch hour yesterday,

and this photographer attacked.

He was a human swarm.

He just kept shooting, and shooting, and shooting.

He wouldn't even stop when I asked.

And I tried to get away, but he chased me.

So you went to this man, to Hai Elton,

and told him you did not want to be on the list?

Mm-hmm. We had a big fight in his office,

and everyone heard us.

[sighs]

I threatened him with a lawsuit,

and he just laughed.

He was so damn arrogant.

And then, he seemed to relent.

He, uh, asked me to come to his house tonight,

said that he would reconsider.

I got there around 7:00,

and the door was wide open.

And he was lying on the floor.

He was dead.

Well, get in touch with boys in Homicide.

Everything's still fresh,

you'll be involved in the investigation,

but not as a suspect.

I can't go to the police.

Why?

I-I just can't.

And you can't ask me why.

[clicks tongue] Well, then,

I don't see how we can help you.

Well, then, I'm just going to have to find

another detective agency.

Wait, wait. Just a moment, please.

Could I have a word with you for a moment, Rick?

Would you excuse us, please?

[Rick grunting]

Hey, let her walk.

Whatever it is she's hiding from the cops,

I don't have anything to do with it.

She's just scared. We just have to go slow, that's all.

A.J., my radar is picking up trouble,

and you are about to fly right into it.

- Look at her. - I have looked at her.

She's no murderer.

Oh, come on.

Rick, I want this one.

Okay.

$300 a day, plus expenses.

[exhales deeply]

"Reliable sources report that the celebrated list

"of San Diego's ten sexiest women

"is missing,

apparently stolen from the scene of the murder."

[chuckling]

A lot of people could have wanted that list.

[Rick] Mmm.

One of Elton's competitors, say.

He reveals the list just before Elton publishes it,

and the hottest selling issue of the year

goes down in flames.

Oh, I got a better one. Listen to this.

"In addition to selecting his ten sexy women,

"Elton gained notoriety for including

hints of scandal in their profiles."

Well, maybe a lot of women

would've killed to get on the list,

but the way this looks,

one of them might have killed to get off it.

It's possible.

If we can find out who made the list,

maybe we'll turn up a suspect.

We already got a suspect hiding out at your place.

We have a client at my place.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What we have to do is find the photographer

that Elton used.

Now we know it wasn't a staff photographer.

So all we have to do is start hitting the freelancers.

There's a phone booth up here.

Pull over. I can save us a day or so.

How?

My, um, friend Lynetta,

she's very heavy into photography.

Yeah?

Portraiture or landscape?

Centerfold.

[Man] Okay, give it to me. Give it to me. Terrific.

All right, great, great. Another one.

Great, great. Now to me, to me.

All right. Make it hurt, make it hurt.

That's good. Ha, ha.

Good, good. One more. The Nelson, maybe.

- I love the Nelson. - [Woman] Aah!

No, that's good, that's good. Ahh, ahh.

Good. How about the hair? Give me the hair.

Give me the hair. Whoa, whoa.

The hair, I love it. Okay.

You're hot. You're hot. You're happening, you're hot.

Okay, go ahead, slug her.

Oh!

Sensational.

Get her a glass of water.

[A.J.] Is she... is she all right?

Oh, she's a pro. Are you kidding?

She'll be ready in a second.

They're opening on Friday at Mudworld.

Listen, I'd like to help you fellas out,

especially since you're pals with Lynetta,

but the cops got the whole thing.

They were in this morning.

We looked at the proof sheets, the negatives, too.

Yeah, but you know who's on the list, right?

[laughing] Hey, Elton paid me

to take pictures of dozens of girls.

[Woman] Are you feeling okay?

He gave me names, I gave him photos.

Do you remember any of the names?

Remember?

I get paid for my eye, not for my memory.

See? Pros, I told you.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, listen.

I understand that the price of film has gone up.

Guys, you don't understand.

The cops have closed my shutter. Follow me?

I can't talk.

A guy on my line, I need the cooperation

to get through police lines

so I can shoot car crashes and mangled bodies,

and so forth.

Besides, Nick Fiesta has got integrity.

Okay, girls. Slip off the suits.

[Rick] What?

Good-bye, don't even...

Hey, come on. Have we ever betrayed your trust?

Yes.

Well, have we ever

gotten you in trouble for helping us?

Yes.

Well, see, there? You got nothing left to lose.

Come on, Janet.

Just give us one good reason why you can't help us.

I will do better than that.

I'll give you three good reasons.

Look, this Elton murder

is strictly a police investigation,

and the DA's office has absolutely nothing to do with it.

And therefore, it could be politically embarrassing

for anybody from our office

to stick our nose anywhere near it.

And not only that, I could be fired.

That's two.

You said you were going to give us

three good reasons.

Uh... What's the third?

I... One of the pictures was mine.

- Sorry? - What?

One of the pictures was mine.

[together] You're on the list!

- Ahh! - Ahh!

I was a finalist.

[Rick] Ooh, a finalist.

- Well, hello. - Yes.

Police, uh, came by this morning.

- Oh, and a suspect. - Oh, dear.

[Janet] Oh, I am not.

- I am not. - Yes, you are.

Well, okay. Technically, I guess I am.

But I only met Hai Elton one time

at the annual First Amendment Dinner Dance.

He grabbed my knee under the table.

Uh-oh. Freedom of reach.

That's a clear motive for murder.

- Oh, absolutely. - Uh, guys, see?

See, now, I think you'll understand why

although I would love to help you,

but this time, you're on your own.

- Well, Janet... - Mm-hmm.

I hope you didn't do it.

I would hate to think of you as a murderess,

But, uh, you'd probably look gorgeous in prison gray.

- Yeah. - Oh, ha, ha.

I'd say she's in the top five, anyway.

- Sexy... - "Gorgeous in prison gray."

No, no. Everything's fine.

It's probably just a flu bug.

Oh, you did?

Well, I'm not there.

I know I should have called you.

I'm house-sitting for a friend.

I'll check with you later, okay?

Right. I will.

Bye.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

I really hope you don't mind.

I was just calling the office.

No, it's fine.

You work nearby?

Yes, I'm a secretary.

Oh, my goodness. Look at this place.

What happened?

I've never even seen it this clean and neat before.

Well, I'm a Virgo. My tragic flaw is neatness.

Oh, boy.

I have been looking for this for months.

"Stormy Monday,"

T-Bone Walker, on Liberty Records.

It was underneath the couch.

I figured anybody who would jot down something like that,

that it must be important.

If you ever heard the song,

you'd know just how important it is.

I like the 78 version on Bluebird.

You're kidding. I couldn't find 78 Bluebird anywhere.

And you call yourself a detective?

Have you tried Jazzman on Third and B?

Are you serious?

Wow.

You're amazing.

Since you're so good at remembering names,

maybe you could help us out with Elton's list.

You happen to hear any names when you were with him?

No, we were too busy arguing about me.

Why don't you trust me?

Because you don't trust us.

Hey, come on, Rick.

We got nothing, here, A.J.

Fistful of nothing.

A.J., believe me,

the things I can't tell you

have nothing to do with this murder.

I believe you.

[Rick] The list.

The killer has got the list.

Now we can't get the killer.

What else we got?

We got, um, pictures.

The cops got the pictures.

Yeah, but we know

where the cops have got the pictures.

Who'd Ernie Boyer work for last year?

Uh, Drug Enforcement Administration.

DEA, that'll do just fine.

It's time to dust old Ernie off.

Now that's something that's easy on the eyes.

[Officer laughing]

I don't get much of that in here.

So, how long you been working for Judge Roberts?

Oh, just a couple of weeks, really.

I don't want to hold you up.

If you got something you want to go do, I'm...

No, I don't go to lunch for another hour.

Did you hear about the Klepman killing?

No.

Logged the weapon in about an hour ago.

Hey, you want to see it?

Blood stains just below the thumb hole...

[bell dinging]

[Rick] All right, porko, haul your butt out here.

Two trips if necessary, come on.

Who the hell is that?

Oh, jeez. I know that jerk.

He's a fed... DEA, I think.

Drop it and stop it, bus bird.

We got federal business. Come on.

[Officer] All right.

What have you been doing back there, jeez,

playing with the evidence?

I ain't got all day out here.

Happy birthday.

[Officer] I'm not logging in anything

till I see your shield.

I just came off a $5 million heroin bust!

I'm wired up here like Radio City Music Hall,

and you want me to carry a marquee that says,

"Hi, I'm Ernie Boyer, narc!"

- [slams badge] - Log it!

Cur.

[A.J.] I believe I have everything I need.

- Thank you very much. - Oh, anytime.

Just sign here and give me your thumbprint.

Okay.

I'm walking here, pal.

You just take a number and wait. Log it.

I'm in a hurry, if you don't mind.

I do... Wait a minute. I know you.

You're Roberts' gopher.

I am Judge Roberts' head clerk.

Yes, that is correct.

That gutless, pinko, bleeding heart.

We bust our chops to get the slime in the corral.

These guys let them go

before we can even stick a brand on them.

Look, Boyér... Bóyer!

You're lucky that any of your cases come to court at all.

Most of them get blown away in the streets.

You're a one-man body count, you illiterate degenerate.

I got a tire iron outside with your name on it!

Oh, yeah? I'd like to see you...

[both yelling]

There's more chemicals in here

than there is kidney and liver.

Come on. Let's go.

Yeah, figures she'd own a cat.

- [meowing] - Come on. Let's go.

How long is she going to be a houseguest, anyway?

As long as it takes.

Come on, it's good for you. Go on.

Cat people, can't trust 'em.

Rick, I am getting a little tired

of the same old song.

Take a look at this.

There are no labels in any of these clothes.

It's like she cut them out so nobody would know

where she bought them or where she came from.

A.J., you are so busy listening to violins

that you fail to see the fact

that this whole thing is out of tune.

You and I have been in thousands of places like this.

Man, what do we always find?

Some guy on the run, some guy with no place to go.

Take a look around here.

There's not one photograph on a wall.

There's not one plant in this whole place,

not one note on a refrigerator.

There's not so much as a Snoopy doll in this place,

not even a picture of the damn cat!

Don't you get it?

Nobody lives here.

Boy, it's a shame to think one of these lovely ladies

could be a cold-blooded killer.

[sighs]

Oh, my goodness.

Oh.

Here she is.

- Hmm. - Oh, whoo!

That's your friend Janet?

That is her. Mmm.

Well, I wouldn't want to go up against her in court.

Well, I don't know. Wait a minute, look.

You seem to be holding your own pretty well in this court.

He must've been following me for weeks.

I never saw him when we were playing that day.

He's used a telephoto lens there, see?

All right, uh, who's this guy you're playing with?

The only man in my life.

My boss.

[Rick sighs]

Well, matched up all the names we've got.

That ought to take care of about half the pictures.

That's enough to get us started.

Well, this is the cheeriest he's been

since I first darkened your door.

Why shouldn't I be?

Tracking down women's a specialty of mine.

The special Hai Elton memorial issue, huh?

[A.J.] Yes, ma'am.

The entire thing will be devoted

to the man, the legend,

you know, that sort of thing.

Yeah, but our cover's going to be on the final list.

"San Diego's Ten Sexiest Women

Bid Farewell to Hai Elton."

I mean, how is that for hot?

We're going to use all the pictures,

just do it up bigger than life.

Poor choice of words, actually.

But we would like your reactions

and maybe any thoughts on Hai and his passing.

Hai Elton?

The man was a slug.

Whoever killed him deserves a medal.

Oh. That a fact? Slug.

What caused your overwhelming affection for the man?

The creep was always after me for mixed doubles.

You play tennis?

No, afraid I don't.

Neither did Hai.

Ahh.

Police continue their search

for the brutal killer of publisher Hai Elton.

Resources report

authorities are looking for a mystery woman

who was seen arguing with Elton

hours before the killing.

Next, an exclusive exposé of fast-food milkshakes.

And we continue our guide

to weekend love nest hideaways.

Tonight, live on 5.

[Man] One, clear.

[exhales]

[Man] Okay.

We'll just have to adjust Ms. Aames' chair next time.

Okay, um, go ahead and use the photograph,

but don't expect me to say anything nice

about Hai Elton.

I criticize him often enough on the air.

He was a, uh, shallow, neurotic man

who used his magazine to pick on personal targets

and to chase women.

Sounds like you speak from personal experience.

Well, I was one of the few who eluded him.

He found that particularly intriguing.

Oh, he did?

Yes, he liked women who were hard to get.

Ahh.

Mrs. Klein, usually, we see your name

in society columns and symphony programs.

Do your find your inclusion in the Elton list

at all surprising?

Nothing Hai Elton ever did surprised me.

Every breath the man took was calculated.

Then you knew him.

Actually, I knew his type better than I knew him.

I'm on the board of several local charities.

Let's just say that Mr. Elton's contributions

always came with strings attached.

[Rick] Hmm.

A generous donation to the art museum always led

to a bit of scandal for his gossip column.

[A.J.] Hmm. Well, in your opinion,

how do you think you got on the list?

Well, that's easy.

My family helped found this city.

That sort of background appealed to a man like Elton.

When you're nouveau riche,

nothing's quite as sexy as old money.

Alfred, these gentlemen are from San Diego Scene.

They want to publish my photograph

in a memorial issue to Hai Elton.

- Hi. - Hello.

How do you do?

The man is dead,

but the bad taste lives on, huh?

Well, Mr. Elton would have wanted it that way, sir.

Yeah, I'm sure he would've.

Why don't you get out of here?

- Ahh. - May we quote you?

- Out. - Out.

Thank you.

You think we struck a nerve there?

I think the guy is too rich to have nerves.

She seemed amused by the whole thing.

Why not? They can afford it.

- Yeah. - Come on, let's get back.

I want to see if Amanda's okay.

Eh, you can handle that. Drop me off at the office.

Damn it, Alfred.

I spend 15 minutes

creating a portrait of equanimity,

and you destroy it in five seconds.

Joanie,

we're being blackmailed for God knows how much,

and you're worrying about putting on a show

for a couple of reporters?

[sighs]

Until we know who the blackmailer is,

we're going to have to be nice to everyone.

It has to be the photographer that Elton was using.

Who else could get his hands on that roll of film?

I'll find him.

The question is,

what do I do when I find him?

Just get the film.

[sighs]

If anybody saw those pictures,

my God, the scandal will ruin all of us.

Forget about the scandal.

I just pray that he doesn't know about the murder.

Hello, hello.

Amanda?

Anybody decent up there?

Anybody indecent up there?

Amanda?

Amanda.

[sighs]

[spritzing]

♪♪ [blues]

Where the hell have you been? I was worried about you.

I'm sorry. I had to get out.

I went to that record store

to see if I could buy "Stormy Monday."

You won't believe this,

but some guy bought the only one they had

two hours before.

♪ Eagle flies on Friday ♪

♪ Saturday I go out to play ♪

♪ Sunday I go to church ♪

♪ And I kneel down to pray ♪

[Rick] Betty, honey,

how's my best friend at the phone company?

All right. Listen, I need a little favor.

[chuckling]

Well, yeah, that, too,

but this particular favor is work-related.

Yeah, a phone number.

A toll call made yesterday morning

from A.J.'s place, about 11:45?

[laughing] Who, me?

Come on, would I check up on my little brother?

Well, of course I can hold for you.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

I'm trying to locate the employer of Amanda McKay.

- Amanda McKay? - Yes, sir.

I don't believe I know the name.

It's just to verify her employment.

Well, I'm sorry. I...

There's no one working for me by that name.

That's odd.

It said on the insurance application

she was employed by a Jeffrey Laird.

Oh, there you are. That's your mistake.

My name is Philip Bloom.

I am sorry.

Somebody pointed you out as Mr. Laird.

Perhaps you've seen her around here, though.

Here's a fairly recent photograph of her.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I've never seen that woman before.

Well, thank you for your time.

Uh, Mr. Bloom, you play tennis, don't you?

Golf.

Golf, that's...

[Fiesta] That's hot.

- Oh, to the right. - [shutter clicking]

Okay. Wet those lips. Wet those lips.

Uh-huh, uh-huh. Open the mouth a little bit.

That's beautiful. Lower that right arm.

That's good. That's good.

That's good. Beautiful.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Towards me, towards me.

Wet those lips, wet those lips.

The wind is blowing in your hair.

The sand is kissing your toes.

The stars are yours for the touch.

Ahh. You're beautiful, beautiful. Okay.

Lower the elbow. That's good, that's good.

Fabulous. Towards me a little bit more. Okay.

I love it. I love it.

Okay, babe. Terrific.

Now let's do it without the suit.

Okay, great.

Oh, just a second.

I just realized I made a little appointment.

So why don't you meet me back here at 5:00, okay, querida?

Terrific.

Mr. Klein, very nice to meet you.

A.J.!

Hey!

[sighs]

- [water running] - [whistling]

I want to talk to you.

Hey. Shh, be quiet.

Amanda's sleeping.

You want to hear about Little Miss Muffet up there?

- I traced the call she made yesterday... - What?

Some federal office building.

Her boss's name is Philip Bloom,

works for the U.S. Treasury Department,

only he says he's never heard of Amanda McKay before.

[door opens, closes]

Well, well, well, along came a spider.

You went to my office today?

That's right, lady. I like to know who I work for.

You're on my time.

I'm not paying you to investigate me.

You want a refund?

I don't want my boss to know about this.

Is that so difficult to grasp?

No, I will tell you what is difficult to grasp.

What is difficult to grasp

is why your boss would say you don't work there!

That's not your business, that's my business, not yours!

No. Wrong, lady.

Your business is not just your business.

It is my life, and if you think I'm gonna stick it on the line

because you happen to be playing house with my brother...

Rick!

You are way out of line.

If you want to finish that thought,

I will be glad to help you.

You'd better know what you're doing.

Mmm.

Good morning.

Oh. Good morning.

Breakfast in bed?

Yeah, I made a little extra,

just in case you were hungry.

Looks good.

You know, I came between two brothers once before.

Really? Who?

Well, they were mine, and I was seven,

and it was the worst fight we ever had.

How did it end?

My mom stopped it.

She made us kiss and make up.

- Oh. - Mmm.

[A.J.] Mmm.

[Amanda] Mmm.

[Amanda] Morning.

[Rick] Mmm.

Morning.

Yeah, look, I think I got something here.

Fiesta was shooting with Bolex film.

It's got key numbers every foot.

Come take a look at this.

There's a pretty fair-sized gap in the numbers there.

We got some film missing.

Fiesta said he gave all the pictures to the police.

Yeah, well, the sleazebag is holding out on us and the cops.

I'm going to go down

and shake that other roll of film out him.

I'll go with you.

You mind?

[radio chatter]

[shutter clicking]

[Man] Hey, Ricky.

A.J., long time no see.

I've missed you.

Well, Shore, how's business?

- Booming. - Good, good, good.

If Homicide ever makes it onto the big board,

we're going to own half of Wall Street.

[chuckles]

And you'll be a great broker.

We'll see you around.

That's the problem. I've been seeing you around.

All around.

It seems as though you guys have been spending

about as much time on this case as I have.

Us? Oh. Hmm.

- Who was your client? - Client?

Oh, no, no. See, we just came by to pick up a family portrait.

This guy, Fiesta, has got a great sense of light. Don't you think so?

Yeah, I do. I know just what you mean.

Take a look at this composition.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. See?

- That's very nice. - Mm-hmm.

- Who is she? - Why don't you tell me?

'Cause we don't know.

Look, Shore, all we want to do is talk to Fiesta.

Is that too much to ask?

I don't think so.

He's right over here.

Of course, you will let me know if you find out anything, won't you?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Absolutely. First thing.

Here you go.

[sighs]

Well, did they find what they were looking for... whatever that was?

We don't think so. The cleaning crew came in.

Whoever it was in here must've heard them and took off.

Judging from the M.O.,

the same person who killed Hai Elton killed Fiesta.

The cleaning crew see anything?

I mean, did they get a description of the guy?

I didn't say it was a guy.

Well, let's go, A.J.

Good luck on this one, Shore.

I think you're going to need it.

I think I owe you an apology.

Amanda was with us when Fiesta was killed.

With one of us, anyway.

She's off the hook.

She's off your hook.

She won't be clear with the police.

Not till the killer's found.

A missing roll of film.

Think Fiesta was trying blackmail?

Looks like it. Also looks like the killer didn't find the film.

Mmm.

I hope Shore doesn't, neither.

[knocking]

[sighs]

Ah, look at this.

Cops always use the same locks.

I think they got a gross of them right after the Korean War.

If you don't hurry, it's going to be daylight before we get in there.

Here. Hold this.

[exhaling forcefully]

Did you know...

that a lot of photographers keep their film in the refrigerator?

Hmm.

Uh-huh.

Did you know that if you left

a head of lettuce unwrapped in the refrigerator,

that it would disappear completely within two to three months?

I'm going to put that in my bachelor cookbook.

- Did you know... - Mmm.

That all canisters of unexposed film

have a strip five or six inches long

so you can load the camera?

Makes sense.

All of them are like that...

except this one.

That poor little fella.

Ohh!

Oh-ho-ho! Look at this.

That's hotter than Mama Gomez cooking.

Well, one of the highlights of Elton's sexiest woman feature

was always the Home Wrecker of the Year Award.

Well, looks like he was planning a major demolition job here, huh?

[clatter]

[sighs]

Good evening, Mr. Klein.

We were just going to call you.

The, uh... The others, of course, are a good deal more revealing.

I must say this is a new one on us.

No. Now, A.J., you remember Mrs. Schmidt?

She was having an affair with another woman.

- That's no reason to kill two people. - Oh, shut up.

Or I'll have to shut you up now.

Like you did Fiesta? What was it with Fiesta, anyway?

I mean, was it because he had the pictures?

Or was it because he knew that you killed Elton?

Oh, A.J., come on. Don't be ridiculous now.

Mr. Klein here is a pillar of the community.

Why did you kill Elton?

It was an accident.

We had an argument.

He was going to expose my wife's, uh,

affair in the magazine.

You see there, A.J.?

I told you Mr. Klein wasn't the vicious type.

He was just protecting his wife.

Who's going to protect Terry, the anchorwoman?

Hmm? Oh, she's okay. She doesn't know anything about that.

Look... gentlemen.

I am not a killer.

That's why I hired these two men.

Patty-cake.

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

[honking continues]

[yells]

[Amanda] Thank God it's over.

No, darling, it is not over.

I'm sorry.

Look, all the police have is our unsubstantiated word

that Klein is the killer.

Any concrete evidence is going to be extremely difficult to piece together.

I'm right back where I started.

This whole thing's been for nothing.

No, it hasn't.

No, it has not been for nothing.

You'll be cleared almost immediately.

It's just going to be a formality now. It's not like before.

Before, you were a major suspect.

Amanda, I don't know what the problem is.

I don't know what you're running from.

But it is tearing you apart.

It's keeping us apart.

A.J., Shore wants... Aww!

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

[clears throat]

Um...

Listen, Amanda. I'm not real good at this,

but there's something I got to say to you.

- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.

Um... I'm sorry.

And, uh, if you don't get over here and hug me,

I'm going to apologize for about an hour and a half.

Uh, Shore wants to see us. Our office.

I'll, uh... I'll go wait in the car.

- [door opens, closes] - [sighs]

I guess you know I'm falling in love with you.

Uh-huh.

And I... I think...

I hope you feel the same way about me.

Yeah.

I don't care what you've done. It doesn't matter to me.

We can face it together.

I know we can.

Oh, A.J., please,

I just need a little time to get myself together.

Would you talk to the police without me?

Just this last time?

Everything is going to be all right.

I promise it.

Now here is what I got:

two homicides,

no physical evidence to speak of,

no gun, no fingerprints, no pictures, no list.

You tell me Klein is the killer.

Well, he is up in smoke, and the negatives went with him.

All right. What about Mrs. Klein? Maybe she'll corroborate.

Mm-hmm. What do I do? Go up to her at the funeral and say, "Hey, Mrs. Klein,

"I hear your husband killed a couple of guys

"because you were having an affair with the TV weather lady.

Do you have any comment on that?"

What makes you think your deposition

is going to cut ice with the DA anyway?

You two are mercenaries, and you are being paid

by the prime suspect.

- I know you got the McKay woman stashed somewhere. - [knocking]

As a matter of fact, she's ready to come forward and give evidence.

Hey, we're in the middle of a meeting h...

- Detective Shore? - Yes.

I'll take it from here.

Fine. Just keep me informed, you know, so that I can keep my records straight.

You'll be informed.

What's going on here? Who are you?

I am Amanda's boss,

but my real job is taking care of her.

What?

What do you mean, "taking care of her"?

She was an important witness in an organized crime case

in the East three years ago.

We gave her a new identity, a new job.

The Protected Witness Program.

We've already moved her twice

when the other side seemed to be getting close.

We thought this would be the last time.

She, uh, loved her life here.

[chuckles] That's why she hired us...

So she wouldn't have to blow our cover and move away again.

Yeah, well, I guess she made the right choice.

Looks like she's in the clear, huh?

Well, no, she isn't.

See, there's still going to be a full police investigation...

Newspaper and television coverage.

She'd be in grave danger.

Excuse me.

Hey-hey. Hey.

- Are you going to move her again? - We've already moved her.

Well, where? Where'd you take her?

I'm sorry.

Hey, you!

Hey, I'll find her, fella! I can find her!

- A.J. - I can do it, Rick!

- I know you can. - She liked it here.

- That means she wants to live in a sunbelt. - A.J.

I know she's got a cat named Amelia.

I know she's got two brothers. I know what kind of music she likes.

- Do you know how long it'll take me? - Not long.

If I wanted to find a missing person real quick, you're the guy I'd come for.

You may be the best there is. And if you decide to do it...

- What do you mean, "if"? - If you decide to do it, I'll help you.

We can do it. We can find her.

But what about the guys that are after her?

They're not as good as you are, or they'd have found her by now.

And not even the government's going to be able

to build a screen that will keep you out.

You're going to find a way through it...

A door, a crack, something... And you'll find her.

But you stop and think about the guys that are going to be following us.

The sooner you find her, the sooner they're going to kill her.

[sighs] I'm sorry, kid.

[Amanda's voice] Dearest Andrew,

by now you know you must never try to find me.

I want you to know that I love you

and I'll never forget our stormy Monday.

Amanda.

[piano playing]

If I could only see her once more.

If I just...

turn around and she'd be there...

[piano stops]

[sighs]

Hi, Rick.

Hi, Jimmy.

[sighs]

Think maybe we ought to call it a night?

[sniffs]

Yeah.

Come on, kid. Let's go home.

Whoop. Easy.

It's all going to be okay.

In about 100 years or so. Come on.