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The captain says you think it could be blackmail or extortion.

Yeah, well, we don't have any evidence yet but pepper said...

She's been withdrawing large amounts of money from the bank

and she won't account for it.

Are you being blackmailed?

I met with him a few times, went to his place.

And that's when he told me about the pictures.

Horrible pictures.

Well, I don't have any more money.

He's got a policewoman onboard, I don't want any shooting.

[Explosion]

Man on radio: If that last number didn't wake you up,

I just got a call from a chick, at least I think it was a chick.

Either that or it's a guy with a problem.

Anyway, this person said to me that it's not true

that men are physically superior to women.

The proof of that is the fact that the greatest warriors

in the history of warfare were women, the Amazons,

who defeated every army of males they ever came up against

until they got pregnant.

Ha. Ha.

Larry hey, you know, I just got an idea...

Very funny.

Larry if I were a criminal, and which I am passing along

to any criminals who may be listening, free of charge,

the next time you're caught by a policeman,

and it happens to be a lady cop, don't let them intimidate you.

Treat them as if they were Amazons.

And act accordingly.

Any of you fellas out there are listening,

like to give me a call

and let me know what you think of my idea,

put you on the air as soon as you call 555-4321.

Thanks.

By the way, if there are any lady cops listening,

just give me a call and I'll put you on the air, too.

- That's 555-4321. -You...

You certainly will.

Women's lib.

But I love women in their places,

or mine, whichever happens to be handier.

[Laughs]

Yeah, just give me a call right now.

Hey, I must have gotten to somebody.

Larry Brooks, talk to me.

My name is Anderson.

Sergeant pepper Anderson. I'm a police woman.

You're kidding me. You're putting me...

A cop. You're putting me on.

I can't believe that a grown man can really believe

the nonsense you've been spouting.

Especially about police women.

And if you think it's funny,

I think you'd better get a new joke book.

Come on, sergeant, where's your sense of humor?

Look, I'm the first to admit

that women are not only equal to men,

they're superior in many ways,

but coping with violent criminals isn't one of them.

It certainly is.

How much time do I have?

You've got two minutes, sergeant pepper.

Hey, hey, hey, sergeant pepper, that's cute.

Not as cute as what I'm gonna tell you.

Hey, you really told that creep off last night. Good work.

Oh, no. Did you hear that?

Sure. I thought you did just great.

I don't know what got into me.

-Hi, fellas. -Hi, pep. Good work.

Wait, you mean you heard it, too?

Who listens? But we did hear about it.

Ah, well, I gotta admit, it did give me a bit of pleasure,

telling off that creep.

Larry Brooks? Gee, I'm sorry I missed it.

Here you go.

What's this?

Larry creep phoned in, wants you to call him back.

You're kidding?

[Phone rings]

Speak to me.

This is sergeant Anderson, Mr. Brooks, returning your call.

Still mad at me, huh?

How can you tell? What do you want?

I'll tell you when I see you.

See me? Why?

Do you always carry your 45?

Thirty-eight, detective special.

Look, I wanna see you. How about having lunch with me tomorrow?

1:00. Fouquet's at the Marina. Ever been?

Uh.. Fouquet's?

No, I've never been there.

If you want to apologize, apologize right now.

Alright, look, I apologize.

Say, I want you to be a guest on my show.

I have said all I want to say.

Fouquet's.

Come on, pepper, please. I wanna see ya.

They make a fantastic peanut butter sandwich there.

Okay, Mr. Brooks, it's a date.

1:00 tomorrow. Great.

[Phone ringing]

Mr. Brooks has just been fired. Can I help you?

His bank? Oh, he's just been promoted.

Yeah, if you're worried about that loan.

How are you, Mr. D'Angelo?

My wife's account?

Yeah, you' re right.

Yes, I would call that substantial.

Oh, sure, sure, go ahead and pay it.

Yeah, I'll straighten it out when I get home tonight.

Yeah. Thanks for calling, Mr. D'Angelo.

What are you doing?

Bank called me this afternoon.

They said you were overdrawn and no wonder.

What are all these 500-dollar checks for?

What 500-dollar checks?

"Household expenses."

Well, then I guess that's what they're for, household expenses.

What household expenses?

All kinds of things, like groceries,

furniture, clothing, inflation.

Don't get funny.

Oh. I'm sorry, Larry. I forgot.

That's your department.

With everybody else but me.

Look, you've got charge accounts and credit cards

to handle household expenses.

I wanna know what this unaccountable $500 is for.

It's not just once.

It's every week, for the past three months, right on the dot.

So what? You can afford it.

Ever since you've been in the big money,

that's all you're interested in, money.

This is the first interest you've shown in me

in a couple of years.

And that's because I'm spending too much money.

Look, I work damn hard to make it.

I think I've got a right to know where it's going out to.

What are these, gambling debts? Are you horning coke?

Yes. Yes!

And anything else you can think of.

Now are you satisfied?

Now that you know where your rotten, filthy, stinkin',

precious money goes.

-Still mad? -How could I be?

Thanks.

Look, I mean to keep this a strictly business luncheon,

so I've gotta ask you again

now, look. I made a fool of myself one time,

that was my one consecutive appearance and that's it. Okay?

Okay. Okay.

Business aside, why don't you take the afternoon off?

[Chuckles]

Come on. I've got a boat. We can relax for an hour.

-Sorry. -Sorry.

Then, how about having a drink with me later on?

Now, the reason I accepted your luncheon invitation,

was to show you that I'm not always that obnoxious.

Besides, I don't get involved with married men.

Very happily married man. Really.

It's just when I meet somebody, guy or gal,

who's on the up and up, more than usual, I mean.

I want to spend some more time with 'em.

Sorry.

-Well, more wine? -Yes, please.

Speaking of marriage, I've got this friend.

-Really got a problem. -Hey, come on.

You're talking to a cop.

-Remember? -Yeah, it's me.

Old happily married's got a problem.

Yeah, it's a situation I don't know how to handle.

My wife, and I do love her very much, really,

but she's been withdrawing large amounts of money from the bank

and she won't account for it.

I thought at first, she might be covering gambling debts

or buying dope.

You know, but neither of those things are her.

Well, you think a... a man?

It happens.

No way. She's still young. She's very attractive.

She can get any guy she wants.

Without payin' him.

I know this is not a cop thing but maybe...

That's okay.

Here I am dragging you into this.

I don't mind.

Well, maybe if you could suggest a private detective,

somebody that you respect.

Yeah, there's a Lou merritt.

-He's in the book. -Okay. Thanks.

- Care for more wine? - I've got to go back to work.

-Well, how'd it go? -Oh, lunch.

- I'm sorry I'm a little late. - That's alright. How'd it go?

It was fun. It was real nice. It was even nicer than nice.

It was bittersweet nice. He's a real guy.

Oh, he's not such a creep, huh?

Well, he's not as much of a creep as I thought he was.

We started off with crisp remoulade and white wine,

and it was really great.

Why don't you tell me about it on the way?

-Where are we going? -The morgue.

[Doorbell rings]

Kathy. Come on in.

-How 'bout a drink? -No.

What's wrong? I still mix 'em like you like.

I said it. No!

Now I know this isn't Buckingham Palace,

but I kinda like to know when someone's gonna drop by.

I have a friend comin' in a few minutes.

Another lady friend you're planning to blackmail?

Kathy, I don't mind telling you.

You're, well, you're kind of special to me.

And I wouldn't mind seeing you again... tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

So you can take more disgusting pictures of us?

I want them destroyed.

I know what you're thinking:

She's here and she's supposed to be giving me

another big fat envelope filled with money.

Well, I don't have anymore money.

And there isn't going to be anymore.

I'm overdrawn at the bank and my husband found out.

Did he find out why?

Oh, no.

But I'll have to account to him from now on, for every penny.

Well, you'll think of something.

I have.

That would be pretty dumb, Kathy.

But you're just dumb enough to do it.

So, I don't think I'll call you.

- Where are you going? - To get your pictures.

And the negatives, out of that desk.

[Screams, gunshot]

Kathy?

Hi, Loretta. Mrs. Brooks up yet?

- I haven't heard her shower. - Got any coffee?

Oh, you know, there's always hot coffee

in this house, Mr. Brooks.

- How'd the lecture go? - Oh, fine, fine. Just fine.

[Door opens]

Kathy?

Well, according to the autopsy report, suicide is ruled out.

The deceased was right-handed and the entry wound was on the left side of the head.

I'll tell you something, somebody sure as hell

made it look like suicide,

because the report indicated that

there were powder burns at the entry wound.

-That's right. -Anything else, frank?

Yeah. Shoeprints. We found a few in the garden.

- They're not Brooks'? - No, and not the gardner's.

Captain says you think it could be blackmail or extortion.

Yeah, but we don't have any evidence yet,

but pepper here has a lead that may be valuable.

It could save us a lot of time.

Well, good luck.

-Thanks, Mike. -Yeah.

Why don't you just go pay your lunch date a visit?

- Nothing points to him. - Go pay him a visit anyway.

[Sighs]

-Hi. -Hi.

Glad you stopped by here.

-Sorry about what happened. -Yeah.

Have a seat. It's in the bleacher's

-but it's the best we have. -Thank you.

The station wanted me to take some time off

but, what would I do, just sit around wishing I were dead, too?

At least this way it keeps my mind off it. For a while.

Oh, I'm here officially, Larry.

Coroner's report?

Yeah, I have to ask you a few questions.

Yeah. "Death caused by person or persons unknown."

I couldn't believe it was suicide.

The medical examiner put the time of death

at about midnight, Tuesday. Where were you then?

I was up in belleville.

That's about a hundred fifty miles north of here?

-Uh-huh. -Doing what, Larry?

I was delivering a lecture on radio broadcasting

-at state teacher's college. -At midnight?

No, in the afternoon.

There was a reception afterwards at Dr. Lindstrom's.

He's president of the college. Dr. Eric lindstrom.

Afterwards, I was too tired to drive back

so I checked into a motel.

I drove home the next morning... and found Kathy.

What motel was that?

The only one up there, the belleville.

Look, I'm gonna go over to the campus and see what's happenin'.

- I'll pick you up later. - Don't forget to write.

Just take care of the business at hand.

Ahem. Hello.

We're filled up.

Too bad. You're cute.

Oh, thank you. Then my mama was right.

You postgraduate?

Royster: Police academy.

Look, man, we're clean.

Yes, I know. Don't worry. That's not why I'm here.

Oh, well. In that case,

if you want a room for a couple of hours, I can arrange that.

Motel clerk: I'll even give you a rate.

I'll bet you could. Do you know Larry Brooks?

The d.J.? Sure. He was in here last week. He's also cute.

-Tuesday night? -Somebody told you.

You definitely remember seeing him here that night?

Yeah, I saw him go to his room, alone.

He said all he wanted to do was sleep.

-What time was that? -Oh, early 9:00.

When was the next time you saw him?

When he left in the morning.

Did he receive any calls during the night or make any?

-No. -Royster: I mean, are you sure?

Could he have gotten up during the night

and split without you knowing it?

Why would he do that?

Sure, I could have driven back between 9 and midnight,

murdered Kathy and still had plenty of time

to drive back to the motel, and check out in the morning

with a perfect alibi.

But why?

That's what we're trying to find out.

I need a cup of coffee. Anybody else?

-Black. -No, thanks.

Look, sergeant, I loved my wife.

And I know I have no way of proving that, but I really did.

People kill people every day, Mr. Brooks.

People who love the people they kill. Isn't that strange?

Larry, did you ever find out

why your wife wrote all those checks?

No. No, I never got around to it.

Do you have any idea who might have wanted to kill her?

Nope.

Was she involved with another man?

That's hard to believe.

If there was another man,

do you have any idea at all who it might have been?

-No. -I have to ask you this.

Were you or are you involved with another woman or women?

No.

But you took me out to lunch

and asked me to have a drink with you later.

Yeah, that was a guy who was teed off at his wife.

I was feeling sorry for myself.

I just wanted to be with somebody, for a while.

That's all.

And the fact of the matter is, sergeant,

Kathy and I hadn't been getting on too well lately.

I was spending a lot of time at work, we were growing apart.

Yeah, it was my fault but that's the way it was.

The gals that she shops with, lunches with, golfs with,

they saw more of her than I did in the last year or so.

Hmmm, nice place.

Are you ready for some girl talk, sergeant?

Yes. That's why I'm here.

We have a table over here.

First of all, this place helps to relieve the monotony,

if you know what I mean. You can see that monotony?

No. What monotony?

Well, the kind of monotony of being a wife, of a very vp type.

-Drink? -No, thank you.

-William, the usual. -Me, too.

Could I have a glass of water?

He's never around when you need him.

With mine, change that to never around, period.

-Are you married? -Oh, no, I'm not married.

And you work. I've thought of taking a job, anything.

But my husband would have a fit. Image and all that.

So I spend most of my time making sure that

the freezer's full up,

and the maid knows what to prepare for dinner.

Shopping, well, you know, how much can a girl shop?

So, we come here to UN-bore, you could say.

Believe me, some of the jocks around here aren't half bad.

[Giggles]

Yes, so I noticed.

However, I came to talk about Kathy Brooks.

Oh, Kathy.

Well, in a nutshell, some of us play around.

But Kathy didn't. A round of golf was more like it for her.

She wasn't involved with anyone?

Kathy? No.

I would have said so, too, up until about a week ago.

What happened about a week ago?

Well, now, I don't know if this will mean anything to you,

but I was at her house when she received this phone call

from someone she addressed as "Dennis".

Betty: Well, she cut it short, saying that she couldn't talk

and that she'd call him back later.

When she hung up, I was my usual nosey self

and I asked her, "hey, who's Dennis?"

What did she say?

She said it was somebody from the radio station

calling for her husband.

No. No, no, no, no. Dennis? No Dennis works here.

And your wife? She never mentioned anyone with that name?

My wife's cousin, Dennis farrow.

He's with the state department in Italy,

-with his wife and kids. -He's there now?

We got a letter from him the other day,

he's on his way to Switzerland for a couple of weeks.

Mm-hm.

-Pepper? -Yeah?

Thanks.

Stand over there where the sergeant can

take a good look at you.

[Door closes]

Who's that, Joe?

Tommy Thompson.

Burglar. And a damn lousy one at that.

Broke into the house next door to the disc jockey's last night.

-Brooks? -Brooks.

But the people came home and surprised him

so he broke a vase over the owner's head.

But the owner had a thick skull

and his I.D. Was enough to identify our pal.

What am I doing down here in homicide?

- I didn't kill him. - No, you didn't kill him.

But I'm quite sure the sergeant here will be very interested

in what you were doing next door.

Next door? I didn't do nothin' next door.

He didn't do nothin' next door.

But leave the shoeprints that we found last night.

Identical to the shoes he's wearin' right now.

Wanna tell us about that, Tommy?

-My shoes? -Wanna tell us about that?

I was never in there.

Well, how come your shoeprints were found outside the window?

- Okay, one night, uh... - what night was that?

Monday or Tuesday...

What was it, Monday or Tuesday?

- I think it was Tuesday. - You think it was Tuesday.

I was climin' in the window

and somebody drove up and scared me off.

Oh, yeah? Drove up in what, a car?

-Yeah, a car. -What kind of a car was it?

I don't know what kind of car.

-It was late. -How late was it?

-I think about 12:00. -About twelve?

- Yeah. And then someone got out. - Was it a man?

-Huh? A woman? -I didn't stick around,

I didn't stick around, man. I just split.

Wait a minute. You got frightened off by a car

which you can't even describe?

When somebody got out, you don't know whether it was a woman,

a man, one person or two people or three?

- Would you believe this? - Hell, no. I don't believe it.

- I don't believe it either. - Well, it's the truth.

I know you want me to tell a lie and say

I went into that house to kill that woman.

What woman? I didn't say anything about no woman.

I didn't say anything about no woman. What woman, man?

How did you know there was a woman killed, Tommy?

It was in the paper and on the TV.

Was it?

Wasn't it?

Was it? I didn't think it was on the TV.

Huh, Tommy? Huh?

I don't know. I might have. I don't know.

I drink too much and sometimes I get these blackouts

and when I wake up, I...

I don't remember nothing.

[Car horn honks]

- You lookin' for work? - Oh, no. I... I have a job.

- I'm a police officer. - And I've got a license, so?

-Are you Tina Thompson? -Yes.

I need some information about your husband.

Oh, that bum.

Greetings, Mr. G. Haven't seen you for a couple of days.

Dinah available, Tina?

No. She's kinda tied up right now, Mr. G.

But what about Patty? You'd like her.

She's got fingers like feathers. But firm, you know?

-She available? -No, she's not.

Okay, let's give Patty a try.

You won't be sorry that you did.

-She's in tent number four. -Thank you.

Tent number four.

Business.

About your husband. You know he's in custody.

What's it for this time?

Burglary, assault, suspicion of murder.

Murder. So he finally hit the jackpot.

I always knew he would. I just thought it would be me.

You mean, he's tried to kill you?

Like clockwork. Cuckoo clock.

He says he gets blackouts.

Blackouts, d.T.'S, you name it. He's a wino.

One whiff of the grape and he's liable to do anything.

Well, Mrs. Thompson, can you possibly remember

what time he came home last Tuesday night?

Last Tuesday night? I haven't seen that bum in a month,

since he broke open my piggy bank.

[Phone rings]

Excuse me.

Ali's paradise where every man is a sultan.

Who?

No, there's no pepper Anderson working here,

-not under that name. -That's me.

-Oh. -Thank you.

-Hello. Larry: Pepper? Larry.

I called your office and when I told them

it was kind of important, they gave me this number to call.

I'm at home right now and I was going

through some of Kathy's things,

and I came across a piece of paper with initials on it,

"d.g."

And a telephone number.

- "D.g." Dennis. -Maybe.

I was gonna call the number myself and find out who it was,

but then I figured I'd let you people handle it.

Okay, Larry. Thank you. Bye-bye.

You know, darling, if you ever want to give up that badge,

for a little more interesting work...

[Laughs]

Thank you.

I'll remember that. Thank you very much.

What a waste.

[Phone rings]

Morning, pep. Two things.

First, Tommy Thompson withdrew his "confession" at 4 A.M.

He says his memory just came back to him and he didn't do it.

You believe him?

I won't believe anything until I have to.

The other thing is that phone number Brooks gave you.

We checked it out. That's the address right there.

- How do you feel? - Great. What made you ask?

- The Marina? - Oh, we ran a quick make on him.

He's a management consultant

doing business out of the Marina address,

which is also his residence,

and which is also where he keeps a big boat,

on which he does a lot of entertaining, mostly female.

- Has he got a record? - Oh, a few traffic violations.

In fact, he's a guy with nothing on him,

except, apparently enough bread to swing like a king.

Is there any law against that?

Depends on how he gets it.

For now, what I'd like to know

is how and why Kathy Brooks had his phone number.

Did you say something about Brooks having a boat?

Aren't you ever gonna drink that?

No, I just like to watch it fizz.

-Yes, sir. -Okay.

-Get my power line, will ya? -Yeah, sure.

All aboard. Here we go.

Give me a little shove off now, will you, buddy?

-Okay. -Alright.

-Thanks very much. -Yes, sir.

-Have a nice day. -I will. You, too.

Go get him, tiger.

Pepper: Bye-bye.

[Motorboat approaching]

-What's the trouble? -Oh, hi.

I don't know. It just went dead all of a sudden.

I can't get it started.

I'll come aboard and see if I can fix it.

Oh, gee. Fantastic.

Now, don't look so worried. Whatever it is, I can fix it.

But it looks so complicated, all those nuts and bolts.

-Dennis Graham. -Eve Marshall.

-Miss or ms? -Mrs.

Figures.

Look, maybe I'd better give you a tow in to the service station.

- Sorry 'bout this. - Well, it's not your fault.

But, boy, is my husband gonna love me tonight.

Graham: Say, my pad's right here at the Marina,

so while they're working on hers,

come on up and have a nice, cool drink.

I happen to make 'em pretty good.

You got fresh lime?

[Humming]

-Good. -Mm-hm.

-Whew, that's good. -Good for you, too.

Helps drive away the blues.

Oh, that's great, except...

-I'm not feeling blue. -Oh, now.

Come on.

If that boat of yours doesn't get fixed fast,

you're not really gonna enjoy telling your husband

- about it tonight, are you? - Oh, my husband...

Is very understanding.

Now say that again and this time,

look at my face when you say it.

He's okay.

Anyway, I don't want to talk about him.

Why not, Eve?

Well, because we have our troubles like everybody else

and... he has a bad heart, that makes me feel guilty.

Okay? So let's not talk about him.

His bad heart,

how does that effect your marriage, other than that?

That is a very personal question.

Graham: Ah, but does it get an answer?

Why don't we talk about you?

Ah, my favorite subject.

Aside from being modest, what are your other qualities?

I make a good drink.

And I guess you could say I enjoy my work.

I'm a management consultant, among other things.

-Meaning? -I'm also a connoisseur.

Of good wine and beautiful women.

And since I've just stocked my cellar.

-What's up there? -My bedroom.

You, uh, you want to see it?

I'll give you the grand tour of my palazzo here.

I'll just get us another one of these.

[Phone rings]

Will you get that for me, Eve?

Hello?

Is this Dennis Graham's apartment?

Yes, it is.

Oh, is he there?

Will you tell him it's Mrs. Mcclung?

Pssst.

It's a Mrs. Mcclung.

Not to worry. It's just the landlady.

Hello, Linda. Listen, I can't talk just now.

Because I have someone here, I'm busy.

Bore.

[Phone rings]

-Hello? -Mr. Graham?

This is bill Jensen, down at the dock.

I'm the new fella working down here.

Yeah, we just caught somebody on your boat.

I don't know what that means, but...

Maybe you'd better come down and check it out.

Breaking into my boat?

Emergency?

Yeah, it is. It is. Somebody's breaking into my boat.

But I'll be right back.

What do you mean, he got away?

Well, I was just about to call the police, Mr. Graham.

He just got away from me, that's all.

-Well, who was he? -I don't know.

- What'd he look like? - Just an ordinary lookin' guy.

Nothing special.

I tell you somethin', I think

you'd better check your boat out.

Just to see if he did any damage or took anything.

You know what I mean?

-Yeah, alright. -I'm sorry, Mr. Graham.

Yeah, that's alright. It's alright.

Pepper: Dennis?

-Yeah? -Dennis, I just called home.

There's an emergency. I've got to get back.

-But... -I took down your number.

I'll phone ya. I mean that.

Okay.

- Did you get anything? - He's a charmer, that old fox.

Thank you. Hello.

Mrs. Mcclung, I'm sergeant crowley,

-this is sergeant Anderson. -How do you do.

-Won't you sit down? -Thank you.

Linda: Now, what's this all about?

Maybe about you, or rather, you and Dennis Graham.

I don't know anyone by that name.

-Same voice? -I think so.

What are you talking about? What is this?

I was at his apartment yesterday when you phoned.

"Is this Dennis Graham's apartment? Is he there?

Will you tell him it's Mrs. Mcclung?"

Do you want to tell us about the two of you, ma'am?

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

Let me explain something to you, Mrs. Mcclung.

There was another lady. Maybe you read about her

in the papers.

Her name was Kathy Brooks. She's dead.

Somebody killed her.

Now, we think somebody was blackmailing her

and, for some reason, murdered her.

-Dennis? -Maybe. Is he blackmailing you?

Is he blackmailing you, Mrs. Mcclung?

We know that you're married and that you have a husband.

Oh, god!

We've had our bad moments, but they're gone. Honest.

I didn't know how much I loved him until this happened

and he loves me.

-And if he ever finds... -believe me.

We will do everything we can to keep him from finding out.

Now, we know, courage is an easy word to say,

but not always so easy to come by.

But, for your sake, and for the sake of who knows

how many other women, won't you please tell us.

Are you being blackmailed?

[Sighs]

I met with him a few times, went to his place.

And that's when he told me about the camera

he has in his bedroom.

And he showed me the pictures, horrible pictures.

When are you supposed to see him again?

As soon as I have the money for the next payment.

Do you want to call him now and arrange it? Please.

Well, that's not it.

If he really killed that woman and I make a slip,

what if he tries to do something to me?

We'll be there.

You know, it's funny, but if this works out,

I'm going to feel a lot better about everything.

Pigeon approaching Coop.

[Knock at the door]

It's open.

Hello, Linda.

You're early.

Maybe I couldn't wait to give you this.

There's no rush. How about a drink?

Alright. A glass of wine.

Claret, Oui?

Yes, if you have it.

For you, I have it.

Very nice, too.

Here it is.

Another payment for my sins.

Hey, it wasn't all that bad, was it?

Take it, Dennis. You want it don't you?

Linda, come on. There's no rush.

Take your hands off me.

In that case, I'll take your money.

Police officers, Graham.

What's this all about? Eve!

I'm a police officer.

Crowley: You're under arrest for extortion

and suspicion of murder.

And the last time you saw her was Tuesday afternoon?

-Yes. -Afternoon?

Yes!

Thanks, Walt.

Yeah. Then what happened?

So, I asked her if she'd like a drink.

She said no. So I said, "okay."

I had this date comin' by in a little while.

Yeah, go ahead.

And then she took out this gun.

And I grabbed a hold of her and the gun went off.

The bullet must have gone out the door to the balcony because

later on I looked around on all the walls

and I couldn't find any hole.

Yeah, go ahead.

What happened then?

Then I...

I slapped her.

[Phone rings]

-Hello? Larry: Pepper? Larry.

-Hi, Larry. -I just heard. You got him.

Well, we think so.

Thank god.

You know, pepper, when this whole mess is really over with,

I'd love to see you again.

If that's alright with you.

Well, sometime, Larry. Sure.

-You name it. -Well, I don't know.

Why don't you phone me and we'll see.

[Doorbell chimes]

There's someone at the door. I'm expecting guests.

Bye, Larry.

How'd it go with Graham?

He shows truthful, damn it.

Well, you know, in a way, I'm not surprised.

Oh really? Is this your woman's intuition again?

No.

You're not out of scotch, are you?

No, it's behind the bourbon.

Well, that brings us back to your friend.

Yeah, Larry Brooks.

You know, the more I think about it, honey,

the more I think he could have been the guy

in the car the other night.

-Scared Thompson off. -Hm.

-You don't agree? -No.

It's something Linda mcclung said

when she was looking for Graham's phone number.

Remember, she opened her address book

and said, "no, that's not it."

Then she got it off a piece of paper.

-Yeah? -Just a hunch.

Your woman's intuition again?

Don't knock it.

You do play the percentages, don't you?

Do you know a better way?

-Who're you calling? -Linda mcclung

and, then maybe, Mr. Brooks.

He just asked me for a date.

We'll order later on, raoul.

Comme voulez, monsieur Brooks.

If I knew how to say it in French,

I'd tell you how glad I am you changed your mind.

[Chuckles]

-I'm a woman. -So I've noticed.

A toast to the police department.

I told you, we try our best.

Well, the lead I gave you really paid off, didn't it?

-Lead? -Graham's phone number.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, it did pay off.

Where' you find it, Larry?

In Kathy's things.

I was going through one of her old purses

and it was shoved in behind some charge accounts.

- Didn't I tell you that? - I guess I never asked.

Shows how careless cops

-can be sometimes. -What do you mean?

Well, homicide usually goes over things

very carefully, like purses.

Very thoroughly.

Yeah, but this is one they missed.

Yeah, they sure did.

Explain something to me, Larry.

-Uh-huh. -My partners and I...

We did some checking with a woman.

Another victim of Graham's. And with the phone company.

What we found out was, the number you gave us.

Graham's number.

That was a new number.

It was changed two days after your wife's murder.

You got that number from information.

And you knew about the blackmail.

You wanted us to know that Graham had a motive.

-But Graham didn't kill her. -You did.

Just leave it there.

Don't try anything. I have friends.

There's a Mike in there, too. They heard everything.

Okay.

Your friends know where I have this aimed.

Why did you kill her?

She was a bum. A slut.

She did things with him everything.

How did you find that out?

I was trying to call her all day from belleville.

She wasn't in so I decided to come down and check it out.

As I got to the house, she arrived.

I asked her about it. She confessed the whole thing.

She got hysterical.

She told me she had gone to see him to kill him.

She showed me the gun.

But instead of killing him, they made love.

I went crazy.

I didn't mean to. God, I didn't mean to.

Get up. Get up.

Don't.

Get out.

She gets it!

Remember, he's got a police woman aboard.

I don't want any shooting.

[Siren wailing]

[Explosion]

Thanks, guys.

-You okay? -Oh, I'm freezing.

Yeah, I'll get you a hot buttered rum.

Oh, good. Anything that's hot.

-I look a mess. -You look great to me.

Cuttin' it pretty close, weren't you?

-Out there? -No, in the restaurant.

Cuttin' it pretty close.

Yeah, that's the last time I'll play percentages, bill.

'Til the next time, pepper.

'Til the next time.