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JAKE AND THE FATMAN #8721 "I Guess I'll Have to Change My Plan" CLOSED CAPTIONED.

I'll say this about the Fatman: he's a sweet guy.

Listen, creep, I'm going to take you apart like a clock.

He can be tough when he has to be.

Jake Styles?

Don't ask me how

he can live the way he does on a cop's salary.

Some people do seem to like him, however.

But he's a damn good investigator, and he's mine.

He's a good guy.

Don't you forget it.

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Dennis... Hmm?

D Block is by far the best thing

that you have ever written.

Are you sure you don't say that

to all your writers, huh?

No, I mean it.

It is absolutely gripping.

Dennis, I am so thrilled for you.

Some of those prison scenes... they made my skin crawl.

Now, Dennis, tell me how it ends.

Does Anvil survive the cell block riot or what?

You'll just have to wait and read the last chapter.

Now, we pay you

a million dollar advance, and you still hold back?

You're unbelievable.

I can't wait for all those people

who thought I was washed up to read it.

You know, it's been almost five years

since Nightmare in Blue.

I told you.

It was just a temporary dry spell.

Happens to the best.

I want to thank you for being there for me.

I know I put you through hell.

It comes with the job.

I think you know how I've always felt about you.

And put that in a doggie bag

for me, would you, please?

Well, look who's here.

Why, I can remember when you used

to breakfast on burritos,

Detective Julian.

I'd have one, and you'd polish off five.

How are you, J.L.?

Good to see you. Couldn't be better.

Uh, J.L., meet my editor, Holly Poole.

Holly this is our legendary

district attorney, J.L. McCabe.

How are you?

He's the one that's known as the Fatman.

Ah. Pleasure to meet you.

Thank you.

This is my special investigator,

Lieutenant Jake Styles.

Jake, this is Miss Poole, and this

is Dennis Julian, you know, the, uh...

Oh, no, no, I, uh...

I know, I've read his books.

They're very good.

You must be a fan.

Well, they're, uh, well written.

I just don't like how they make cops out

to be neurotics and sociopaths,

but what the hell do I know, right?

Mmm.

Yes, well, it's good seeing you again, Denny.

Ma'am.

Nice meeting you. Come on, Jake.

Yeah, nice meeting you...

I think.

Cute.

Typical.

Ah... Max thanks you, and I thank you.

I really screwed that up, didn't I?

No, I didn't say anything.

You didn't have to, I was rude.

Ah, you weren't rude.

Just a little tactless, is all.

Look, I'll go apologize, okay?

Over my dead body.

Its about time somebody told that S.O.B.

what we think of his lousy books.

Well, I didn't hear you say anything.

You just stood there.

Well, I'm too polite, Jake.

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Kevin?

Kevin, you really scared me.

You're out. Congratulations.

Thanks, Mr. Julian. Why didn't you tell me about it?

I would have picked you up. Oh, no, no, no, it's okay.

I wanted to stretch my legs.

Decompress a little, you know that I mean?

Mm-hmm, I think I do.

Come on in.

Damn it.

A talented writer like you working at a car wash...

that's the real crime.

Well, it's a job.

Of all the writers in that prison workshop,

you were by far the best.

Thank you.

I guarantee you won't be washing cars for long.

Mr. Julian?

Hey, come on, it's Dennis.

Dennis.

I'm dying to know.

Did you finish it?

Yes, I did.

And I'd love you to read it.

Good for you, Kevin.

Finishing is half the battle.

Have you gotten any feedback so far?

Are you kidding? I did what you said.

Nobody's seen a page.

I think you're gonna love the ending.

Uh, wait, wait, don't tell me, don't tell me, don't...

I want to read it.

I can't wait to find out

if the hero survives the cell block riot.

Well, there are a few surprises.

I'm gonna read it right now.

Why don't you hang out here and make yourself at home.

There's food in the kitchen, the pool is heated,

towels and trunks on the porch.

Great, thanks.

In fact, in the hands of someone

with more experience and a...

track record, I see a big potential book deal,

but the way it is...

I thought you liked my writing.

Oh, I do, I do.

Yeah, but you're young.

This is your first try.

The reality is, if you went to a publisher now...

Well, what are you saying, it's all a waste?

No, no, no, no, of course not.

No way.

Now, if I brought it to my publisher...

I mean, if my name were on the title page,

I'd see a definite book deal.

Your name? Yeah.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about paying you for the basic premise,

you know, the story.

I got a lot of ideas,

some new characters, new moves, dialogue.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

It's mine.

Kevin, you're jumping the gun on this.

What I'm proposing is paying you.

I'm talking about $20,000, $25,000.

That kind of money would set you up pretty nice.

You could write and forget about washing cars.

I've spent over a year of my life

working on this thing.

Every day, every night.

It's good.

I know it's good.

Kevin, I can show you a trunkful of stuff I wrote

while I was still on the force.

You know, you're expecting things to happen overnight.

It doesn't work that way.

You have to pay your dues.

Thanks anyway.

Maybe I ought to just take my book and go.

Kevin, don't do something you'll be sorry for later.

You're young.

There will be other books.

Yeah, thanks anyway...

but I'm going.

Okay, kid, okay, you win.

Maybe with some heavy rewrite,

we can fix this baby up, who knows?

Then, you can have your shot.

I can put you in touch with the right people.

Sound better, hmm?

Yeah, that would be great, Dennis.

Hi, Kevin. Had a good day?

Oh, yeah, I've been reading.

You've got so many books. Yeah.

What do you say I slap on a couple of steaks

and go over your pages? Great.

Oh, damn, my housekeeper is so lazy.

Kevin, you mind running to the store?

I don't have a damn thing to eat in this house.

Sure, it's the least I can do.

Good.

I'll give you a list and some directions.

While you're out, I have a prescription

that needs picking up... Do you mind?

Not if there's a steak at the other end.

You know how long it's been since I had a real steak?

What, about four years?

Yeah.

Here, take the 4x4.

Just follow these directions, and you won't get lost.

See you when you get back.

All right.

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Psst!

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Hello, Jake.

We got a mess on our hands or what?

Well, it's not pretty.

Witnesses say it was an ambush.

I know this guy.

Wallet says his name's Kevin Berry.

Can you believe it?

He was released from state prison today.

I helped put him away four years ago for robbery.

He'd have been better off if he'd stayed where he was.

You know what he was doing here?

Yeah, he was picking up this prescription.

"Dennis Julian."

He's also the guy who owns the car that Berry was driving.

Stolen? We don't know.

We're calling Julian's number,

but he's got an answering machine on.

Listen, Jake,

whoever cracked this guy was wearing glasses.

We got a lens.

You got any prints?

It's still early, but we can hope.

Sergeant! Found this.

Hello, Lieutenant.

Hi, Mike. How you doing?

"Vincente Hotel."

It was dropped next to this crushed out cigar.

Might be more, excuse me.

Thanks.

Killer was seen smoking a cigar; could be his.

Listen, we got a description on this guy.

Six foot, medium build, beard,

wearing glasses, smoking a cigar.

He limps, too.

What are you psychic or do you know the guy?

His name's Clay.

Berry claimed he never pulled the robbery

we nailed him for four years ago.

Said it was some guy he met in a bar.

You remember, you did all the paperwork on it.

He was working as a waiter at that restaurant on Third.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The manager canned him,

and then he fingered Berry as the guy in the ski mask

that robbed him a couple of nights later.

That's it.

You put in a lot of your own time on Clay didn't you?

Yeah.

Never turned up.

Turned up tonight.

Sure did.

All right, let's clean it up.

Oh, J.L.

I'm sorry, I was expecting someone else.

Kevin Berry?

Well, yeah, yeah, that's right.

But how did you know about...?

Dennis, he's dead.

What?

I just came from the scene.

He died of gunshot wounds.

The shooter got away.

We've been trying to reach you.

He was driving your car.

I know, I... I loaned it to him.

The answering machine's on.

I've been working.

My God!

Dennis, how did you meet Kevin Berry?

He was a protégé, I guess you'd say.

I discovered him in one of those inmate writing workshops.

I invited him to stop by

when he made his release, and that was today.

Can I get you guys something?

No. No, thank you, not for me.

I just dropped by to make sure that you were all right.

Was it robbery?

No, we don't think so.

Berry swore he'd find the man who framed him when he got out.

Said it was a man named Clay.

Yeah, I'm familiar with Kevin's case.

He told me about it.

Looks like this Clay found Berry first.

The best defense is a good offense?

That's right, but I couldn't find Clay four years ago.

Now he shows up again.

The guy's got a great sense of timing.

Dennis, is there anything else you can tell us?

No, I... I don't think so, J.L.

I don't, I really don't think so.

I don't know the kid that well.

Just that he,

he showed a hell of a lot of promise.

Hmm...

What a shame.

I wonder how Clay knew where to find Berry?

Well, maybe he followed him from prison.

Followed him all the way here?

Why not?

Word gets out about a con's release.

Then when Clay saw Berry leave here tonight,

he followed him again,

waited for an opening, then...

Dennis, what's wrong?

Well, someone I knew... an ex-convict named Kevin Berry...

Was shot and killed tonight.

Kevin Berry? I know that name.

He sent me some of his work.

He what?

Well, yes.

As I remember, they were short stories.

Apparently, you mentioned my name

in that prison program.

His work was raw, but it was interesting.

Dennis, if you think of anything else,

call, would you?

Yeah, yeah, sure... Of course I will.

I hope you nail this Clay, whoever he is.

Yeah. Well, we'll be in touch.

Listen, if you need a hand, please let me know.

Sure thing. Good night, Dennis.

Good night.

Thanks.

I'm glad you're all right.

I was worried about you.

About me? Why?

Well, you told me you'd be home later

if I wanted to drop by

and I've been calling you since around 7:00,

but all I could get was your machine.

Oh, well, I had it on because I was trying to work.

At night? That's a first.

If you want that last chapter, I've changed my habits.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to push.

Holly, it's not you.

It's the pressure to finally let go of the work.

You know.

Well, I guess I'd better be going home.

Okay.

I'm awfully sorry about that young writer.

In his letter, he said that he was starting a novel

and that you were helping him with it.

I wonder what happened to it?

Beats me.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

Room's registered to an Edgar Porter.

Paid cash.

I spoke to the clerk who rented him the room.

Hello, John. How you doing, John?

Porter's description matches Clay's right down to the limp.

Yeah, this is your man all right.

Old clippings about Kevin Berry's arrest.

This is about the trial.

The room's paid till noon.

I'd like to stake it out.

Ah, Jake, he's probably

a hundred miles away from here by now.

Yeah, I know, but you never know.

Why would he rent a room?

Maybe he didn't think he was gonna get a shot

at Berry so fast.

Nobody said this guy was a world-class dresser.

Look at this.

Size 15 1/2 collar.

Not a very big neck is it? No.

What about the coat?

Ah... it's about my size.

Attractive, don't you think?

Oh, yes, yes.

How tall was he again?

The description said six feet.

Oh.

He's supposed to have a limp, right?

Right.

Then why are the soles

and the heels of his shoes worn so evenly?

How is he?

Ah, his nose is very dry.

I don't like it.

Did you tell the janitor

to turn down the air conditioning?

It's freezing in here.

I talked to the maintenance engineer.

"Maintenance engineer"?

Everybody under the sun these days

calls himself an engineer: sales engineer,

sanitation engineer.

Mr. McCabe, I talked to the air conditioning engineer...

The man in charge of air conditioning.

He said he'd look into it right away.

Damn it to hell, Derek, I want them in here today!

Max could get pneumonia.

I'll speak to him again.

Hi, J.L.

You busy?

Hi, Dennis.

I'm actually on my way out.

Oh, Dennis Julian,

this is one of my deputies, Derek Mitchell.

Mr. Julian, this is a real thrill for me.

I've read all your books. Well, thank you.

My favorite is

Nightmare in Blue where the guy poses as a cop.

Derek, you've already left,

haven't you?

Oh, right. Sorry.

Well, what's happening?

How's it going on the Kevin Berry homicide?

Oh, we're looking for Berry's ex-cellmate

to see if he knows anything.

And Jake's working on this so-called Clay.

What do you mean "so-called"?

Dennis, I-I'm late for court already.

I'll call you later, huh?

Yeah, yeah sure.

What's your next book, Mr. Julian?

It's a prison story.

Be out in a couple of months.

Oh, great.

What's...

what's McCabe's problem with this Clay?

Well, between you and me,

Mr. McCabe's not so sure this guy Clay even exists.

No, you're kidding.

Well, the lab report came back on the lens from Clay's glasses.

It was non-prescription,

just plain clear glass.

Hmm, well, that's a wrinkle.

But Styles sure thinks he's for real, doesn't he?

Well, maybe not so much anymore.

They think someone might be trying to set up a false trail,

but Jake's staking out the hotel

just in case this guy Clay shows up.

Hey, you could write a book about a case like this, right?

Huh?

Oh, yeah, yeah, sure could.

Well... I'd better get going.

Oh, nice talking to you, sir.

Yeah, nice talking to you, Derek.

Oh, listen, Derek, if you hear of anything else,

I'd sure appreciate you keeping me updated.

You got it.

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Hold it! Police officer!

Hey, hey, oh, whoa!

I put out an APB on that getaway car.

It was stolen about an hour before he got to that garage.

Sure those things are good for him?

Oh, they're wonderful for him.

Yeah, I'm sure Clay dumped that car by now.

Well, it won't lead us to him.

You know why? Why?

The guy I chased wasn't Clay.

What are you talking about?

Well...

once the action started,

the only thing this guy had in his head

was getting the hell out of there.

Then I noticed that his limp switched

from his right leg to his left.

He was faking it all along.

You sure about this, Jake?

I'm positive.

He made a mistake, he panicked.

You know what?

I think the only reason he showed up at all

was because he wanted Clay to be seen.

There you are, boy.

You know, ground beef would be better for him.

No, n-no, no,

Jake, you'd spoil his appetite

if you fed him that stuff.

Now, how could this Clay,

or whoever the hell he is,

have known that you were staking out that hotel?

Nobody knew about that but us.

I, uh...

I'm not sure if this means anything,

but, um, I mentioned it to someone.

You told someone? Who?

Well, I, I told Julian.

I told him about the stakeout

and I told him you were already suspicious of Clay.

I-I thought he was family.

I'm sorry, Mr. McCabe.

No, no, don't be.

You might have done us a favor.

Jake, I know what you're thinking.

You got an answer?

No.

What reason could Dennis Julian possibly have

for killing Kevin Berry, huh?

Hi.

Hi.

How you doing?

Here, let me take that for you. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thanks for coming by; I appreciate it.

Well, you made it sound so important, Lieutenant.

Call me Jake. Jake.

Uh, what would you like?

Um, just a club soda, please.

So... what's it about, Jake?

Um, what's this about?

I, uh...

Well, let me just, let me just put it this way.

As the DA's investigator, you know,

I-I come across a lot of wild cases.

Ah...

and you thought about writing about some of them, hmm?

Well, in a way.

Now, you know, I see a guy like Dennis Julian doing it

and I think, you know, I mean, I could do the same thing.

I know I was a little rough on him the other day,

but I was, uh, I was jealous.

Jake, believe me,

writing isn't as easy as it looks.

I-I'm sure it's not, b-but...

I think I could do it.

I really do... With a little bit of help,

you know, from someone like yourself maybe.

You helped Dennis out, didn't you?

Well, Dennis' first couple of books were a little rough,

and we worked on them and they sold fairly well,

but since then he has honed his craft.

That's taken time, but the novel

that he is writing now

is the best thing that he has ever written.

It's, uh... been a few years

since he's had a best seller, right?

Five years, but this novel is a knockout.

Really?

That good?

You said he's still writing it.

Well, he's writing the last chapter.

What's it about?

I'm sorry, but I'm really not allowed to say.

Ah.

Okay, we're going to keep it a secret, right?

Until I've set the publication date and the ad campaign.

Jake, um...

is that what this was all about?

Um, yeah.

Um...

what can you tell me about Kevin Berry?

What about him?

You said he wrote you from prison.

He sent you some of his work.

You still have that?

I'm sorry, but I sent it back.

Why are you so interested in them?

We're, uh, putting together a profile of the victim.

I mean, the more we know about him,

the better chance we have of catching

the killer. Now, wait a minute.

I thought you said that you knew who did it.

The limping man.

Clay.

Yeah. No, no, no, we're, uh...

working on a new suspect now.

Really?

Yeah.

Who?

I'm not allowed to say.

Dennis, you have outdone yourself.

This last chapter is everything

that I expected and more.

Now, wait a minute, now, wait a minute.

You wouldn't be conning me, would you?

Hmm?

The showdown with the warden leaps off the page.

It does?

I am so happy for you.

Now, down to practical matters.

We should discuss the rewrite.

Oh, Holly, please.

My poor bleeding fingers need a rest.

You know, I've been thinking of going to Mexico for a few days.

Now, that's a good idea,

and we'd get the changes done that much sooner

if I came along and we worked together.

Yeah, yeah, but that might prove a little too distracting.

Would you get that, Holly, please?

Okay.

Hello again, Miss Poole.

You know, Jake Styles was telling me

how much he enjoyed talking with you this afternoon.

What's that about you and Styles?

Well, it seems the lieutenant is interested

in a literary career.

Oh, I see.

Another cop wants to cash in on his daring exploits, huh?

What's up, J.L.?

How goes the investigation?

Well, not too good.

I hope I'm not interrupting things.

No, no, not at all.

Good. May I, uh...?

Sure. Thank you.

Dennis...

when Berry came here from the prison,

did he have any belongings with him?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, he had a bag.

I notified his parole officer.

Do you still have it?

Sure.

Oh, Holly, would you mind? It's in that closet.

Thank you.

This it?

Yeah, that's it.

Oh, thank you.

May I? Sure.

Thank you.

Damn it.

What are you looking for?

We think that Kevin was working on a novel.

I called the prison.

They said that that's how he spent all of his time.

I was hoping it might be in this bag.

Did he ever show you a novel?

No.

He sent me some poetry, short stories, things like that,

but, no, nothing from a novel.

Well, we're still trying to find his ex-cellmate.

Maybe he'll know something.

What has the book got to do with his murder anyway?

Oh, I don't know.

It's some kind of cockamamie idea

Jake Styles is working on...

That he was killed

because of something in the book.

What ever happened to that suspect... Clay?

Oh, we've just about eliminated him.

In fact, we believe that Clay never existed to begin with.

He was a phantom

sprung from Berry's fertile imagination.

Jake thinks the killer stole the idea

to make Clay the fall guy

in Berry's murder.

And people think I'm creative.

Dennis,

I'm sure you'll understand,

but I have to ask this.

Where were you today around noon?

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Oh, come on, Dennis,

you know the drill as well as I do.

All bases have to be covered.

I understand.

I was here.

I was here working.

That's not true, Dennis.

What do you mean that's not true?

Are you saying that I'm a liar?

We talked to your gardener.

He said you weren't here at noon.

In fact you didn't come back

until 3:00.

He was with me.

At my apartment.

Darling, it's very gallant of you

to try to protect my reputation.

Well, it seems chivalry is not dead.

Well, I guess that does it for me.

Thank you, Dennis.

Miss Poole.

I'll find my way out.

So long, J.L.

Well, looks like I owe you.

I only did what I had to do

for the both of us.

I'm sure that's all you did, too.

I know we're going to have such a wonderful time in Mexico.

How you doin', Charlie?

We'd like to talk to you for a minute.

Charlie Travis,

this is District Attorney McCabe.

Hello, Charlie.

Listen, you were, uh, Kevin Berry's cellmate

for nearly three years weren't you?

Hey, now look, man,

I'm calling this my coffee break,

but I take too long I'm gone

and I need this job.

Charlie, we're not here to ruin your day, okay?

We just want to know that you can tell us

about your old roomy Kevin Berry.

It's too bad about Kevin.

I really thought he was gonna make it as a writer.

Max really likes you.

His nose is warm.

What have you got, a cold?

Oh, the problem's with the air-conditioning in my office.

Thank God the poor thing hasn't caught pneumonia.

Listen, uh, Charlie,

you were there when Kevin checked into the joint.

Did he say he was innocent?

Man, you save that for lawyers and people on the outside.

Then he admitted to pulling the robbery?

Yeah.

Tried to hang it on some guy he made up.

Some guy named Clay.

Charlie, Berry wrote while he was in the cell, didn't he?

You kiddin'?

That's all he ever did was writin'.

Then he'd mail them pages off to some writer, um...

Dennis Julian?

Yeah, Julian.

He was helpin' him.

Did you ever read what he was writing?

Yeah.

I looked at some of it,

but I...

I don't read too good, okay?

Do you remember what it was about?

Yeah, it was about some con

started a riot to bring down the warden

because he was treati" everybody bad.

Who else was in it?

Look, I don't know.

That's all he ever told me I remember.

I'm sorry.

It looks worse this morning.

Yeah.

I'll have the bullet taken out once we get to Mexico.

Maybe we should have tried to get a flight last night.

No, no, no, no, that could have caused suspicion.

I'm sure Styles has no idea

that he wounded me yesterday.

Why don't you get going, Holly,

I'll take care of this.

Are you sure? Yeah, go ahead.

Go ahead I'll take care of it. Okay.

I'll get the bags.

Okay. Okay.

Hi!

Jake.

Nice day for a trip.

Well, we're in a bit of a hurry.

We're catching a plane at noon.

Where you going, New York? Uh, no, Mexico.

Oh. Dennis needs a few days

to relax and think about revisions.

You know, uh, McCabe is a good friend of your boss.

Jake, I really don't have time.

No, your boss said yesterday that

that meeting went through lunch.

You and Julian weren't at your apartment, were you?

Jake, we were

and I might have been wrong about the exact time.

If you're lying to cover for Julian,

you could be an accessory, you know that?

An accessory to what?

Murder.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Holly, I'm trying to give you a chance to cooperate.

Now tell me what you know

about Julian's relationship with Kevin Berry.

Let's go talk it over with Julian.

Come on.

Styles! Hi.

What can I do for you?

I, uh, heard that your new book is almost finished.

I'd like to take a look at it.

Now? Yeah, if you don't mind.

It's only gonna take a few minutes.

Jake, I already told you we have

a plane... Holly, I'll handle this.

I thought you didn't like my work, Styles.

Well, it does hold a certain fascination

for me.

Especially this new book.

You see we located Berry's cellmate.

He had a rough copy of Berry's book.

Oh, yeah?

Hmm.

What's it about?

A convict leads prisoners in a revolt

against a sadistic warden.

I'd like to look at your book

to see if the two stories resemble each other.

Dennis, I really...

Holly, why don't you go get packed?

I'll pick you up in a little while.

I really think that under the circumstances...

We have to be at the airport by 11:30.

I don't want to hold anybody up but this is important.

Taking aspirin.

Hope I didn't cause a headache.

Hardly. No?

Hey, tell me, Styles, do you really

expect me to believe that you found something incriminating

in Berry's book?

You know what I think?

What?

I think you've just been to Holly's office.

That's it, isn't it?

Huh?

You've gotten hold of my book

and you've just described it back to me.

No one has given anything out about your book

at the publishers.

You can ask Holly.

Okay.

The lead character in Berry's novel,

what's his name?

You can't answer me, can you?

Now, if I had stolen someone else's work,

which you seem to be implying,

do you really think I'd be so careless

as to not change the names of the characters?

Or rewrite it in my own style?

I guess we'll have to subpoena a copy of your novel

to make the comparison.

Why haven't you already done that?

You know what, Styles?

I think your running a bluff.

You don't have anything.

There is no copy.

So either you arrest me or get out.

You gonna answer that?

I said get the hell out of here.

Hello?

Hello?

Yesterday when I chased you

through that garage, I thought you got sloppy.

I thought you got sloppy

and shifted that phony limp from one leg to another,

but I haven't been giving you enough credit.

You're not that careless.

But I'm afraid you are,

Styles.

You really should have gone.

I guess I haven't been giving myself enough credit.

I'm a pretty good shot.

Now slide out your gun.

That's it.

That's it. Nice and easy.

Attaboy.

Toss it on that sofa.

Go ahead.

You know you're really not a bad cop, Styles.

McCabe knows where I am.

You're gonna have to come up

with a real good story to explain me away.

I guess you could shoot me...

and then say that I left, but...

I don't think J.L.'s gonna go for that.

Don't even think about it, Styles.

Call an ambulance.

Nice shot.

Glad you haven't lost your eye.

Well, you didn't do too bad yourself yesterday.

We found the getaway car Dennis had stolen.

There were blood stains on the carpet.

Yeah.

I figured that there might be trouble

so I came right over.

Well, it doesn't look that bad.

God, I hope he makes it.

Nothing would give me more pleasure

than to get him and his girlfriend into court.

I think you're gonna get your chance.

You just winged him.

That's what I intended to do, my boy.

Oh, really? Why didn't you just

shoot the gun out of his hands.

Why didn't you just... Are you aware

that I just saved your life?

Huh? Does this mean I owe you dinner now?

What, you expect me to pick up the check?

I'm a hero. Oh, no.

I just saved your life. Oh.