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Hi, Ken.

So how come you don't answer my calls?

Detective Sergeant Benson.

Sergeant Benson's here to see you, sir.

Captain Wilkins will be with you in a moment.

Won't you sit down, Sergeant?

I'm Fred Kerwin.

I have an appointment with Captain Wilkins.

Have a seat, Officer Kerwin.

You may go in now, Sergeant Benson.

Sit down, Benson.

The guy waiting outside, you know him?

No.

What do you think?

First impression.

Gay?

You been following the Davis case?

The homosexual that got murdered in a motel

a couple weeks ago?

The cover...

What's it do for you?

It's not my style.

This... This Greek god's father

happens to be a newspaperman,

and he's managed to trigger off a smear campaign.

Listen.

"Because my son was a homosexual,"

"his murderer is still free today."

"I accuse the police department"

"of flagrant sexism."

Sexism!

Son of a bitch.

It's funny. You caught on right away he was gay.

God knows, he's done everything he can to hide it.

His name is Kerwin.

He works for us downstairs in records and identification.

Nice guy.

He's been singled out, too.

Singled out for what?

You two are gonna handle this case together.

I want you to move into their neighborhood.

You'll eat at their restaurants,

shop at their stores.

I want you to live as a gay couple.

Is that clear?

You can come in now, Officer Kerwin.

A case?

Right. A homicide case.

You could be out on the street with one of my men.

Out on the street?

I've always worked in an office. I'm in R&I.

I know, I know.

You're doing a wonderful job.

Wonderful. But...

That's...

That's not the...

It's...

It's not the side of you I'm thinking about now.

Pardon?

I said that that's...

That's not the particular quality

about you I'm thinking of.

Oh, really?

What is it, then?

Well...

How can I put it? It's...

Does it show that much?

Would you like a drink?

How does it show?

As a matter of fact, Kerwin,

it would help us if it showed even more.

I want you to be Sergeant Benson's partner.

I want you to help him infiltrate

the gay community.

Well, I'm sorry.

You'll have to find another partner for Sergeant Benson.

Ask Benson to come in, please.

Come in, Benson.

Meet Fred Kerwin.

Kerwin, this is Sergeant Benson.

I know how you feel, Benson.

You don't wanna work with Kerwin

because you're scared.

He's gay.

It's dangerous. He might rape you.

I can picture you as a defenseless virgin

while this... This monster

takes advantage of you like a wild beast.

I see your point, too, Kerwin.

You don't wanna work with Benson

because you're scared

you'll have to reveal yourself.

You've been hiding in the closet for so many years.

Now, suddenly you're asked to face up to it.

I can see why you're scared.

Except... You guys are cops first.

You're gonna work and that's an order.

If you refuse, you'll be back working foot beat down

down at skid row, get it? And in uniform!

As for you, Kerwin...

Whatever I say to you

won't make you any unhappier than you already are.

It's time you owned up to it.

The point is...

We really need you, Kerwin.

You make your own decision.

Hi.

Call before coming by, angel.

Why, aren't you alone?

Hey, you're going on a trip.

Taking me with you?

Strictly business.

Well, where you going?

The car's around the side, Sergeant.

It's a VW.

Thanks.

Hey, you got a new car.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Would you please stop apologizing

and just treat me like any other partner.

I'm sorry.

Wilkins got us off to a bad start.

You probably think I don't like gays. Well, that's not true.

To each his own.

I know some gay people. They're very nice.

Move. We're on a curve.

What? Move. We're on a curve.

Yes?

Sergeant Benson on line one, sir.

Got it. Yeah?

We're in a garage. We had an accident.

What?

Yeah, Kerwin started acting up

and some guy hit us in the rear end.

Started acting up?

Listen. We're not gonna get anywhere with this faggot.

Why don't we just cut our losses right now, sir?

Don't be a sexist, Benson.

What?

I said, don't be a sexist.

Go back, hold his hand, and get the job done.

Let me ask you something, sir.

Why did you choose me for this job?

Because you're a good cop, Benson,

a real good cop.

And because of your cute ass.

This is the motel where the murder took place.

Oh. What can I do for you?

Have you got a room?

Sure thing.

Let me show you the way.

Well, come on, boys.

After you.

Football? Boxing?

I bet you do a lot of sports.

Wrong.

Liar.

Nothing like a beautiful body.

And here we are.

See you later, fellas.

Enjoy.

Oh, my God.

What the hell do we do now?

Beats me.

We'll never make it.

Phone Captain Wilkins.

I already did. He told me to get lost.

I might as well face it,

pretty soon I'm gonna be back in a patrolman's uniform.

Well, maybe we can play on the fact

that this guy likes you.

Make him believe that he can impress you

by discussing the murder

because it turns you on.

You mean, you want me to put out for this old screamer?

Let's go.

Hold it!

Well, shouldn't we wait a while?

I mean, if we were really, um...

making it, then...

Well, we wouldn't be through so fast.

Have you got anything you can change into?

Why?

So you look sexy.

Well, I mean, you're all we've got.

Just smile.

Shit.

Smile!

Shit.

Hi, boys.

Lovely day.

Fabulous.

Wanna have a drink?

Oh!

He wants all the gory details, doesn't he?

He's so morbid, this big boy here.

Well, it's such an exciting story.

It was more like a nightmare.

Cops on my back for two whole weeks.

You can't imagine what I went through.

Oh...

Pablo!

Those cops grilled me for hours,

but they got nowhere.

Good for you.

I never talk to cops.

Twice they closed down my place.

They can go fuck off.

Right on.

Oh...

It's adorable, isn't it?

It's very sexy.

At least I think so.

To think you were just a few feet away

from the killer that night.

Minutes before the murder,

I went out on the terrace

for a breath of fresh air.

Yes?

Excuse me a second.

He's feeling me up under the table.

I noticed.

I didn't spend 10 years on homicide

to be mauled by some old queen.

You're right. Let's drop this whole thing.

No. Not now. He's about to tell us something.

Well, can you hang in there just a few more minutes?

I'm not sure.

Peek-a-boo, you guys.

Just the phone.

Another booking.

Where was I?

You were saying that you went out on to the terrace

for a breath of air.

Oh, yes.

Then something caught my attention...

Flashbulbs going off in one of the bungalows

through the Venetian blinds.

Flashbulbs.

Then what?

When I thought about it later,

I figured the killer must have been

taking pictures of his victim.

That's all.

Keep your hands to yourself. He's mine!

Oh?

It must be awful to be a woman.

Some guy you can't stand

putting his hands on your ass.

What a nightmare.

What do we do next?

I got to admit it, it's working.

That business about the photographs...

We may have a lead.

So we keep at it?

Ready?

We're in apartment 2-G.

Let's go.

You'll adore it here.

A delightful apartment.

I lived in it 20 years.

And then my friend died of a sudden heart attack.

Oh, you're a nice, nice, nice young couple.

We were your age when we moved in,

John and I.

We shared 20 years of happiness.

Oh, children...

Children, children...

If you want to last 20 years,

listen to me.

Hang on tight.

That's the secret.

Hang on tight.

There's a long road ahead of you.

It can be a glorious road,

if you travel together.

So hang on tight.

Hang on tight,

hang on tight.

Good luck, children.

I need a shower.

Hi, there...

Where are you going?

I need some fresh air.

I'll be right back.

I'm just gonna take a shower.

Who's the guy?

What guy?

With the surfboard. My brother.

Great-looking, isn't he?

You don't stand a chance.

He's married.

You think I'm a fruit, don't you?

It's nothing.

It's just one of those things.

Maybe you're under a strain right now.

Don't worry.

It's not serious.

I mean, next time you'll make it.

What the hell is going on here?

Here he is at last.

I just need some ice, girls.

I think you could have waited a little while

before you threw our first orgy.

This has nothing to do with me.

They're neighbors.

This is our housewarming party.

They brought their own bottles,

their own records, everything.

I've been holding down the fort here

for the past hour!

I don't know what you've been doing,

but I haven't been wasting my time.

See that blond kid?

He lived with the victim for two years

and he has not told the police everything, either.

Did he tell you he lived with Davis?

Yes.

You got him to talk. Well, that's pretty good.

What else did he say?

Nothing. We were interrupted.

Well, you're on to something.

Now stay with him.

Come on. Come on.

Stop playing with those damn glasses.

Go on, get out there.

No. Why not?

What's the matter, Kerwin?

Nothing.

Then go talk to him.

Why the hell not?

Because he asked me to dance.

So what?

I refuse to dance with a man.

Listen.

I let an old queen feel me up this morning.

The least you could do is dance. You got to be kidding.

You're supposed to be the expert around here, anyway.

I won't dance with a man.

Let me go!

Please.

Let me go!

Ask my pal to dance. He's dying to.

Dance?

Dance?

No, thanks.

Well?

He wouldn't talk.

Well, keep after him until he does.

He asked me upstairs to his apartment for a drink.

Up to the victim's apartment?

Nice going, Kerwin.

So what's the problem, Kerwin?

Let go!

What's going on?

Have fun.

Well?

He couldn't tell me much.

He and Davis shared the same apartment,

but they led separate lives.

He lives two years with a guy in the same apartment

and can't tell you a thing?

No.

Well, maybe you didn't use the right approach.

You're right.

I don't think I know the right approach.

You take the bedroom. I'm going to sleep here.

Nothing happened.

I couldn't.

Well...

Don't let it bug you.

It happens to all of us.

Look, you're under a lot of strain.

Next time, you'll make it.

I think we could both use a nightcap.

I managed to swipe this while he wasn't looking.

The leather freak's Davis.

The other guy's his boyfriend.

He had a steady boyfriend?

No mention of this in the police report.

Nice going, Kerwin. This is important.

You awake?

Yeah. What time is it?

8:30.

Do you take coffee with your breakfast?

Yeah.

Look. Leave it. I'll be up in a second.

I'll get my own... Breakfast.

There. No need, Kerwin.

We'll have to hire somebody to do the housework.

Where'd you say this guy hung out?

He works in a coffee shop in La Brea.

Yeah, let's go pay him a visit tonight?

You did okay with blondie last night.

I'm gonna let you take on this guy as well.

They're two of a kind.

You're wrong.

How's that?

Look at the photograph.

He likes macho leather types.

I wouldn't stand a chance.

Now, if I had shoulders like yours,

it'd be a cinch.

I'd just get dressed up in leather...

Give him the eye...

Pick him up, no problem.

What are you getting at, Kerwin?

It's time you went in.

I'll just wait until they go in.

But the next show doesn't start till 10:00.

If anybody laughs...

Hi.

Give me a beer.

What time you get off?

I beg your pardon?

I said what time you get off work? 1:00.

I'll be waiting for you outside at 1:00, okay?

Okay.

There. That's over with.

Well, that's not him. What?

You just picked up the wrong guy.

That's the guy.

Oh, no.

You saw his picture.

Yeah, I saw his picture, those two faggots

looked exactly alike, just like all faggots.

Well, what do we do now?

It's simple. You go back in.

You break your date with the first guy and ask out the second.

Well, they'll think I'm some kind of a pervert.

Give me another beer. What time you get off?

1:00.

I'll be waiting for you outside. Hey, what about me?

Shove it, creep. Yeah, but...

I said shove it. I'll see you later.

Here he comes.

You sure it's him?

Very funny.

Hi. Hi.

Oh, I'm exhausted.

You know what I'd love? What?

If you'd drive to the beach, I'd love to go for a swim.

At this time of night?

I love moonlight swims.

Please?

Let's take off all our clothes

and play in the water together.

Hoo-hoo! What do I do now?

I'm not gonna run around bare-ass with this guy.

What's taking you so long?

Come on! What are you waiting for?

Shit.

Bet you can't catch me!

An athlete yet.

Well, I'm waiting. What do I do now?

Don't ask me.

If this guy lays a finger on me, I'll drown him.

Oh.

Move it, faggots.

Two fags and a Peeping Tom.

This way, girls. Come on.

Move your ass, sweetheart. You're awful slow.

Forget it.

Unhappy, faggot?

Hey, sweetheart.

After you, miss.

Why don't you give him his clothes back?

Come on, can't you see he's shivering with cold?

Davis and I didn't share an apartment because...

I still live with my mother.

But I saw him every day.

I loved him.

I really loved him.

But he got the phone call, and he left.

What phone call?

This guy, he had this really terrible voice.

It was, um...

Um, kind of a hoarse whisper.

And...

There was this chance of a lifetime.

He went to pose for some pictures.

"Best-paid photographs in the world."

Photographs?

Yeah. He was a model.

I guess the guy, must've said

that he wanted to take his pictures.

He was so handsome.

God, he...

looked exactly like you.

More coffee?

How come you didn't call the cops?

Oh, I thought about it.

Then I said to myself, "Forget it."

"They, won't lift a finger."

Is that it? Oh, yeah.

They never caught the guy who killed Clyde. Clyde?

Clyde Thompson, a friend of ours.

Was murdered six months ago.

Cops gave up.

Same thing'll happen.

Stay out of jail, men.

"Double wash. Rinse loop."

I've been checking the files.

Clyde Thompson was murdered about six months ago.

He's the same age as the Davis kid. Gay, too.

He was shot about...

Oh, excuse me.

Oh... Shit. I need a pot holder.

You fixed dinner.

Well, I'm not quite used to this oven.

I hope it's done.

Christ, we could've gone out.

You know, those assholes down at headquarters missed this,

but Clyde Thompson was a model, too.

Really?

Yeah, and he appeared on the same magazine cover as Davis,

Man's Man.

Fantastic.

You should try some gravy. It makes it less dry.

No, not at all. It's really terrific.

Two models murdered.

I don't understand how they missed it.

You really should try the gravy.

I think we're on to something.

Oh, I think I ate too much.

Oh. Would you like some coffee?

Sit down. I'll get it.

Another guy with a good body was Clyde Thompson.

He worked out here, didn't he?

Clyde Thompson had a roommate.

Sure did. Petersen.

Ed Petersen.

He lives about two blocks from here,

near the supermarket.

Oh, thanks.

How's it going?

I am bushed.

Clyde Thompson lived with a guy named Ed Petersen.

He was modeling, too.

Nice work. I got an address.

It took me three gyms and three saunas to get it.

How about an aspirin?

No.

Chocolate cake?

Yes, but don't expect too much,

that oven is still giving me trouble.

I feel like an early supper and a good night's sleep.

Fine.

I'll run your bath.

Say, what's on TV tonight?

That's Petersen.

Here he comes.

Let's go.

What are you doing? Sorry?

Are we on a case or a shopping expedition?

I'm behind with the laundry.

He's seen us.

Okay, wait for me at home. I want a word with this guy.

Be careful.

What do you want?

Are you Ed Petersen?

My name is Benson. I'd like a word.

My God! Benson, are you okay?

Just fine. What happened?

I guess I'm not his type.

You're sure?

Yeah, yeah. Well, thanks anyway.

They don't have a thing on Petersen.

Goddamn case!

Okay, what do we know so far?

We know the murderer's probably some kind of a pervert

who likes to photograph his victims, right? Yeah.

And both victims were professional models

who had posed for the cover of Man's Man.

Is the next issue on the stands yet?

Probably. I think it comes out twice a month.

Did you pose for the cover ofMan's man?

Yeah.

Well, two of their models have been murdered.

Is this some sort of a joke?

Did you notice anything unusual in the last couple of days?

Unusual? No.

Hey, wait. I did get a strange phone call

at the beginning of the week.

Tell me about it.

It was some guy with an awful voice.

Kind of like a hoarse whisper.

He offered me a lot of money to pose for him, but I turned him down.

Well, if he should call back, find out where he can be reached,

and then contact Homicide immediately.

Be careful.

Well, the whisperer called him, I doubt if he'll call back.

That son of a bitch! How are we going...

Wait. The magazine.

Let's use the magazine to set a trap!

Good thinking.

Not bad.

The snag is finding someone attractive enough

to pose for the pictures,

and gutsy enough to act as a decoy.

No, Kerwin. No way.

I'm a cop, not a male model

for a porno magazine. Find somebody else.

And stop ironing my damn underwear!

Guys don't iron other guys' clothes.

This whole case is a crock of shit.

I won't show my ass, and that's final!

Well?

Oh, he'll be here right away.

What's keeping him? We haven't got all day.

He'll be out...

That man is absolutely rude.

I only wanted to apply a little oil to his body.

Son of a bitch!

He'll be here right away.

Benson?

Benson, I know what you're thinking.

Let's drop this whole thing. It was a stupid idea to begin with.

Come on. Let's call this quits.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.

It was in the cards.

The minute I agreed to get dressed in skin-tight jeans

and live with you, it was in the cards.

I should have resigned right then, and...

Are you cold?

He's here at last.

All right, let's get down to work!

Take off the towel.

Take off the towel.

Can you concentrate a bit

harder, if you know what I mean?

Bitch. Treats me like a piece of meat.

Not a word.

Just you wait. I'll show her some concentration.

Your pictures should turn out nice.

I'll send you some contact sheets.

Look, you're a bit green,

but you've got what it takes.

Thanks.

You got a number?

I might have more work for you.

Yeah. 555-14...

4-1-8-8. 4-1-8-8.

"4-1-8-8." Good. I'll be in touch.

Damn it. I can't do this.

Here. Let me see.

Faggot.

What's for dinner?

How about Chinese?

Oh, well. Why not?

Let's stay at home, I hate restaurant cooking.

But I haven't fixed anything.

Oh, come on, you can whip up something simple, can't ya?

An omelet or something?

Don't even know if there are any eggs.

Well, I'll take a look.

Oh, you asshole!

There's crab cocktail, porterhouse steak, and cheesecake.

What's the occasion?

It's the end of our first week on the case.

Nice of you, Kerwin. Real nice.

We... We don't have much bread.

Do you think you could pick up a loaf while I set the table?

Sure.

Do we need milk?

Oh, yes. I'll be right back.

Hi.

Brought your contacts.

I was, in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop them off.

Thanks.

You want to come in?

You were on your way out.

Nah. Doesn't matter. Come on.

She brought the contact sheets.

Oh.

Christ, I look like such a schmuck.

How about a drink?

No, thanks.

I've got to be going.

You busy tonight? Not really.

Would you like to have dinner together?

Nice little Chinese restaurant around the corner.

Come on, let's go.

And what about my dinner?

Oh, right. Won't it keep?

Not sure about the crab.

Listen, if you two had something planned, I can take a rain check.

No. It'll keep.

Wait. What if we ate here?

Why didn't I think of that?

He's a fantastic cook, aren't ya, Kerwin? Tell her the menu.

You sure he wants me to stay?

I want you to stay.

I had to cut them in half.

Are they cooked enough?

Delicious.

But, somehow, I'm just not very hungry.

Me either.

Yet it's so good.

It's outstanding.

Oh, okay. No.

Coffee?

- I'd love some. - Me too.

What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

He's with her.

Will, Orange Blossom.

You, get him a refill.

Where'd you meet that guy?

He's a hustler, isn't he?

What did you expect?

Don't cry over a hustler.

Forget it.

I mean, he's a great-looking guy,

but he's cold as ice.

I'm off to bed.

Good night.

Going home? Yes.

She there, too?

Yes.

Don't go.

Look, I know that woman.

You're playing right into her hands.

She loves to break up guys who are going steady.

She did it to a couple friends of mine.

It ended very tragically.

Why don't you stay at my house tonight?

No monkey business, I promise.

I'll sleep in the living room.

It's times like this you really need friends.

I appreciate that, but no, thanks.

Hi there.

What's with him?

Well, you know that chick that used to hang out

with Ed Petersen, the photographer?

Sure do.

Yeah, well, she's trying to put the make on his friend.

Know what I was told?

She killed Clyde Thompson.

Oh, you scared me.

What are you doing in here?

Making breakfast, if I can find some coffee.

I make breakfast around here.

Fine.

I like mine black with no sugar.

Just a minute.

All right. You can come in now.

Thanks, Kerwin.

Oh, it's Benson.

Well, our cover's in jeopardy

because he's bringing girls home.

Yes, well, one of them even spent the night.

Of course I don't mind, sir,

but it doesn't help the case any.

Yes, sir. I understand.

She's leaving.

She'll be right out of here.

I'm leaving.

I left my phone number on the dresser.

You call me.

Is something wrong?

I have the magazine.

It's perfect.

Boys in Homicide must be busting their gut.

No. No. They know you're doing your job.

You're working.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Did you have the magazine give out your number?

Phone hasn't stopped ringing.

Mostly horny admirers and cranks.

I even got a few legitimate modeling job offers.

Now, listen, this guy's going to call you.

I know he's going to call.

Hello?

Is that you, Robin Hood? Yes.

This is your soft-eyed doe speaking.

You've got me totally at bay and I'm dying...

Another goddamn freak.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

How'd you get this address?

Man's Man.

Would you... Well, you can't stay here.

I'm up to my neck in work.

Work? You call this your work?

I want to speak to the model

on the cover of Man's Man.

First you disappear without...

Could you hold on a minute?

Hello?

You must pose for me.

How about $3,000?

When?

How about tonight?

Where?

Be at the corner of Santa Monica and Doheny.

I'll pick you up at 9:30.

We got him.

What is going on around here?

What time is it?

It's 9:00.

Time to go.

Here.

Where am I supposed to hide that?

But you must have it.

What about a handbag?

Don't worry, Kerwin.

Okay, we got 'em.

Black limousine,

license number 4-alpha-beta-quebec-6-3-6,

heading west on Santa Monica Boulevard.

Where are we going?

To a motel.

Far from here?

You in a hurry?

Take your clothes off.

No one move until we get Benson's signal.

It's too bad we can't see them.

Oh, but then of course, you're used to this sort of thing.

I mean, you know when to move in.

I mean, you wouldn't let one of your own men get killed.

Quiet.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Don't let's overdo it.

No, you know what you're doing.

I mean, you're old pros.

Shut up, for Christ's sake.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

Then get undressed.

Well, the lights have gone out! I mean, what is going on?

Shut up!

Well, do something, for Christ's sake!

Don't just stand there!

I said shut up!

But...

Well, let's go, men!

Police! Don't move!

Who's the asshole who jumped the gun?

Such hysterics. Take a tranquilizer if you're feeling edgy!

Drop it, Benson.

I'd like to drop it. The apartment,

the building, the neighborhood...

The whole thing is fucked!

Oh, get a load of weepy over here. I must be the only cop in the world

that's got a partner that cries!

Knock it off, both of you!

If it's the guy,

you'll never have to work together again.

I'm hungry.

There's still some leftover souffle from lunch.

Oh, yeah?

Petersen, Edward X. It happened less than a half hour ago.

Got it.

Didn't you ask us for a rundown

on this guy Petersen?

He was a model for Man's Man, too.

Then we have the wrong guy.

Pull over here, will you?

How come?

I feel like walking.

Hi.

Oh, you scared me.

Can I come in?

Sure. you should have called first.

I did. I got your answering machine.

I'm telling you. She's bad luck.

She took care of Clyde Thompson, too.

What?

They say it's her fault Clyde is dead.

Clyde was Ed Petersen's boyfriend.

They say she killed him, and I believe it.

Hey, Dino.

Hey.

Hi, it's Teddy.

I'll be home tomorrow morning.

I have a new layout for you to do.

Wait a minute.

Hi, Jill. It's Marcel.

I'm just in town from Paris for a few days.

I want to discuss...

There's one thing I don't understand.

What?

If she killed Petersen's boyfriend,

how come Petersen didn't do a thing?

Like go to the cops for instance?

Maybe he had a better idea.

Like what?

Like blackmail.

Blackmail?

Is that what he was doing?

Well, that's what I heard,

and it's still going on, too.

Petersen was killed tonight.

He was murdered.

Petersen?

Do you think she did it?

I don't know what to think.

I must talk to Benson.

Oh, what now?

Don't answer it.

Hello?

It's her. You talk to her.

What'll I say?

Hello? May I speak to Mr. Benson, please?

Hello.

It's him.

Benson?

Oh, yeah. I'm really very sorry to disturb you,

but can she hear?

We're screwing, goddamn it!

Yes, well, um, yeah. I'm sorry to disturb you,

but I have something very important to tell you.

Well, I got something important to tell you. Can you hear me?

Yes.

Benson.

Benson, I got to run.

I didn't hear the alarm.

There's coffee in the kitchen. Bye.

Jill.

What?

You doing anything this weekend?

You want to go somewhere together?

Fantastic. I'll call you at noon. Bye.

I'm sorry about last night,

but I only disturbed you

because I stumbled onto something.

They say that she killed Clyde Thompson.

Who's "they"?

Al.

Well, he knows what he's talking about.

He also told me... Kerwin.

Petersen was blackmailing her, and that she...

Kerwin. I don't give a shit about your faggot gossip.

I've taken it for two weeks, it's gotten us nowhere.

Give me a break. Leave the girl out of it.

Oh! You never believe anything I say.

What is it?

Sergeant Benson on line one, sir.

Yeah.

Sir, I quit.

I want to speak to Gavin Wilkins.

Do you have an appointment?

No. Just tell him it's Fred Kerwin.

He's like a jealous woman.

If I should so much as look at a female, suddenly she's a killer.

She killed Clyde Thompson.

What evidence do you have?

It's awful what happened to Ed.

What?

Petersen. Haven't you seen the papers?

They found him strangled.

But she is a part of it, I'm sure. That bitch!

Thank you for sharing your insight with us, Kerwin.

They're very interesting, but let's concentrate on the case?

There's nothing personal about this, it's just you've got to arrest her

because Benson is in danger.

Benson can take care of himself,

especially with women.

Goodbye, Kerwin. Have a good day. Thank you for everything.

But he is in danger!

Must be that time of the month.

Those photos I took with you.

Call you tomorrow. Au revoir.

Hi. It's me, Petersen.

Something's going on.

I know a guy's been following me.

His name is Benson.

I dropped by your place on the way home

and I left you-know-what

in the darkroom under the left counter.

Now, maybe I'm imagining things,

but I'm worried.

So you call me as soon as you can. See you later.

This is Benson. I'm coming over.

This is Tony. Trees are all trimmed.

I don't know what to do about the sprinkler.

I'll keep working on it. Bye.

Give me the negatives.

You searched her house?

I found it in her darkroom

taped under a counter.

You must get it developed right away.

Wait here.

Got a sworn affidavit from him, said 4:30...

Here you go, Captain. Can I get a cup of coffee?

Yeah. Okay.

Sheesh.

Check if it's the motel where the murder was committed.

Find out the identity of the man with Davis.

It's the same motel.

I recognized the furniture and that print on the wall.

Yeah?

Come to think of it,

Kerwin did a pretty good job?

I'd like to, ask this girl photographer

a few questions.

Send a black and white to pick her up.

I swear I had nothing to do with it.

Petersen forced me to take those pictures.

He was blackmailing me also.

Where are they?

A guy named Benson has them.

Hi. It's me, Petersen.

Something's going on.

A guy's been following me.

His name is Benson.

I dropped by your place on the way home and I...

Benson spent the night here.

He's got the negatives.

Yeah.

It's me.

Hi.

Still want to go away for the weekend?

Sure. What time should I pick you up?

I don't know what time I'll get off work.

Okay with you if we meet at the motel?

I'll give you the address.

Hensley...

Santa Clarita.

I'll see ya.

Okay. Bye.

What about Kerwin, sir? What?

Kerwin. He's waiting to see you in your office.

Shit.

Keep him out of my hair for the time being?

Tell him I'll call him when it's all over.

Benson?

Benson?

Hensley Motel.

Has a Mr. Benson checked in yet?

One moment, please.

Mr. Benson hasn't arrived yet. We're expecting him.

Thanks.

The poor guy's really obsessed.

Just when I thought I'd seen everything,

one of my cops falls in love with his partner.

She's dead.

It appears she's been strangled.

Find Benson immediately.

Any word on Benson?

No trace of him, sir.

Here I am.

I must talk to you.

Kerwin, I've been very patient.

But your life's in danger.

You're life is gonna be in danger if you don't clear out!

Now, you got five seconds.

I found some negatives at her place.One... Two...

And I turned them over to Wilkins. You can phone! Three... Four...

Five!

Where are you, Benson?

In a motel. What motel?

Listen, Kerwin stopped by with some story.

What motel?

The Hensley, near the Santa Clarita exit.

Are you armed?

No. What's up?

Listen, don't move, lock the door, don't let anyone near you.

I want those negatives, Benson.

Who are you?

I said I want those negatives.

You're making a mistake. I'm a cop.

Detective Sergeant Benson of Homicide.

The negatives are in police custody.

You haven't got a chance.

Why'd you kill those models?

Thompson, Davis, Petersen.

Why'd you kill them?

I didn't kill Thompson. The girl did.

What about Davis and Petersen?

Why'd you kill them?

Davis tried to ruin me,

seduced me into going to that motel.

Girl took some photographs.

Later Petersen came around for money.

Now... They're all dead.

You killed Jill.

You're not going to put me in jail.

Kerwin.

It's me, Benson.

You're gonna be all right now. I'm here.

Come on. Let's go home.

Come on now. Hang in there.

I need you.

My apartment's a mess.

I'm sick and tired of eating alone in restaurants.

I can't take it anymore.

Come on. Let's both go home. What do you say?

Hey, Kerwin.

Kerwin, what's for dinner tonight?

How about your lemon chicken?

Your lemon chicken is fantastic.

Let's hurry home and have us a great meal. What do you say?

We're going to get a bigger apartment, too.

One with a custom-built kitchen.

Ours is too small, you need more room.

We're gonna get along fine.

You'll see.

Just fine.

Sergeant Benson?

That's me.

And this is Officer Kerwin...

My partner.

He's dead.

No. He's tougher than we all thought. He'll make it.

Thank God.

We misjudged him.

He was right. There were two murderers.

Douglas, a stockbroker and a family man,

and then the girl.

That's why we were all confused.

Well, this is the toughest case I've ever worked on.

Can't wait to go away with Clara for a few days.

Yeah. You know, he came to in the ambulance.

And we had a chat.

One thing sure is giving him the will to live...

He said you two are setting up house together.