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- There's over $200 worth of bills gone,

and I wanna know why.

- Shana.

- Oh, my God.

- And she was lying there unconscious.

- Unconscious?

Or dead, Mrs. Fayette?

- Hold it.

Hold it right there.

I'm not trying to do anything.

I've had it.

It's just too much and if you don't lighten up,

we're heading right for a war.

Is that what you want?

I didn't say that.

You know, I said this whole world

is one hassle after another,

and I won't take it.

Paul, see you're doin'

the whole thing in your head.

I don't wanna hear that ever again.

What is it with you?

You're gonna start this every time like clockwork

when I'm ready to split.

Paul, all I asked was why

you'd have to buy another one.

Why?

You can keep your voice down.

The hell with the neighbors.

Don't upset the baby.

Please. - The baby?

What about me?

That is killing me.

- Sorry.

- What you're tryin' to do is bug me to death.

I am dying in this house.

- I only...

- Asked why I'd buy another guitar, right?

Well, it's because guitars are the way

I pick up the bread to feed this family.

It's my job, my work.

- But that's an acoustic.

You can't even use it

for your job. - Well, maybe I can use it

for a little pleasure around here.

It's more than I've been gettin' from you.

You're nag, nag, nag.

- You're the one that's always complaining about bills.

- You better,

are you gonna get out

or

Are you gonna get out?

- Oh, Paul.

Paul, Paul, please.

- You don't like it.

- Not particularly, no.

- I can tell.

Pepper, this is the Commissioner's niece

and these are freebies, it would be nice

if you looked like you were enjoying it.

- I will when she starts smacking him.

- Oh, listen, could the Sergeant have

another bottle of champagne, please?

- Excuse me, is Mr. Royster here?

- Right over there, that's Mr. Royster.

- Mr. Royster, telephone, Mr. Royster.

- Pete, that's you, Mr. Royster.

- Oh, Mr. Royster, a classy joint.

- Don't forget the champagne. - Yes, sir.

- This'll be your tailor.

I think your new overalls are ready.

- I hope so.

Hello.

- Hello, there, big boy.

I had a little trouble tracking you down,

but I made it.

- It's amazing, this is the mystery lady

with the furry voice.

- Peter. - Yes, you certainly did

track me down again, didn't you?

You don't mind if I call you Peter?

- Absolutely not.

I rather like it.

It's a lot nicer than Mr. Royster.

So, what's happening, my darling?

- Peter, I want you to know this.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I try,

but I can't.

- It's a common ailment.

I'll tell you, I have a prescription

that I know you could use, but in order to fill it out

I'm going to have to have somewhere to send it,

and, also, your name.

- All that is irrelevant, totally.

The thing is, I adore you, Peter.

- This is absolutely amazing.

I don't understand how she

where I'm at.

Do you know that last week she actually had me paged

in a health food store?

- Maybe she's after your macadamias.

- Don't fight it, lover boy.

Obviously, it's bigger than both of you.

- Listen, did you at least get her name this time?

- No, all I know is that she said to me

that I cannot live without you.

Right, Pep?

- Waiter.

- I can understand that.

I think maybe she just crashed out of a local funny farm.

Shana?

Shana, it's me, Miriam.

Shana, what did he do to you?

Oh, my God.

Oh, come on, come on, darling.

Come, come.

Come on, darling.

Come on, darling, sit, sit, sit, sit.

I'll get water.

- I'm okay.

I just wanna be alone and go to bed.

I'm okay.

- You're alright?

Look at ya.

You can hardly stand.

The furry voice.

- Just one more cold one.

- I know it's not much, but I want to propose a toast.

To the prettiest cop I know,

Mr. Royster.

- Oh, no, I don't want any more.

- Are you sure you won't have one more?

- I have had enough. - Not even for Mr. Right?

- She's right, she's absolutely right.

- Give mine to the piano player.

No, no, I gotta get her home.

- Are you sure, Chief?

- It's getting late.

It was great, thank you. - We got a job to do

in the morning.

Now, darling, please,

if you're gonna be worried about the baby being with me,

I'll be insulted, in fact.

Miriam, if he keeps crying...

- Darling, if he cries, I will know what to do,

believe me, I have been through this.

Now, you just get here in the cab.

That's wonderful, darling.

Sit down, be very comfortable,

and careful, that's it.

St. Michael's, fast, go.

Shush, baby, momma's gonna be alright.

- The doors are open, Crowley.

- Oh, so they are.

Anyway, this one lady went to sleep

in this room full of turpentine fumes and she never woke up.

She died.

- She died?

- Yeah, of internal combustion.

She blew up.

- I don't believe,

what are you having trouble?

- No, I got a new lock, I'm openin' 'em up.

- Why'd you get a new lock?

You were just getting good with the old one.

- Now. - Now, what?

- Now, then.

Saved again, Crowley.

- Yeah, what is it?

- Billy, calm down, it's not the duty officer.

- Miriam, how's my favorite, dynamite lady?

- Oh, except for the sinuses, fine, you?

- Oh, I'm great.

And Pepper?

- Pepper's great.

In fact, she's right here in front of me, right now.

Oh, you on a job?

- Well, you might say that.

I'm workin' on it, let's put it that way.

- Listen, Billy, I called because there's some big trouble

with the neighbors next door.

If Saul, rest his soul, was still alive,

he'd be over there with his badge and gun

so fast they wouldn't know from what.

Listen, I, I hope I'm not disturbing you, huh?

- No, it's fine, Miriam.

What kind of trouble?

- It was my fault.

I was hasslin' my husband about somethin' and he got upset,

and, and...

- He beat you up.

- He slapped me a couple of times.

- Mrs. Fayette has a slight concussion.

- Can slapping do that?

- I, he hit my head when I tripped over

one of the baby's toys.

Uh, look, please understand something.

I don't wanna press charges, like you call it.

I just wanna get back to my baby.

Dr. Harper, I gotta get back home.

- Shana, that's exactly what you said the last time,

and I don't wanna hear it again.

- I just look bad, I'm really fine.

- Shana, you go with the doctor, right now.

Dr. Mansfield, report to X-ray.

- Dr. Harper.

Weren't you a little bit tough on her?

- Yeah, a lot tough

because sometimes, naively, I even think it might penetrate.

Yeah, I know, I'm a doctor, I shouldn't be smoking.

But when these things happen, I just can't stand it.

- The other times that she came in, was she this bad?

- Yeah, sometimes she's worse.

It's good to see the police around for a change.

- Doctor, we can't come around if nobody calls us.

- She didn't even call us this time.

We're really here in an unofficial capacity.

I don't have to tell ya, Doctor, wife beating is still

one of the most unreported crimes in the country.

- I know those statistics and they sicken me.

You think I'm being tough, let me show you something.

She came in just a little while ago.

Her nose is broken in a little argument with her husband

for the third time this year.

That's her husband down there.

Take a look at him.

An impeccably prestigious man

who drinks too much and then goes for his wife's face.

But let's stay with the women.

Shana Fayette in there.

Are you going to do something about her?

Is it just the same old story?

Is it really the old joke with you people?

Do you still beat your wife?

- Yeah, well, don't you guys have a box labeled

domestic squabbles where you toss in a coupla dozen

of these things every night and forget 'em?

- We run a police department, Fayette, not a garbage dump.

- Did my wife send you here to arrest me?

Yes or no.

- Nope.

- No, she didn't call any cops.

That means the old lady next door, right?

Which doesn't mean a thing.

So why don't you just trot along,

let me get back to work.

Or maybe you'd like to hang out

and I can put in a good word with one of the girls.

- Lemme tell ya somethin', Fayette.

I'll probably be seein' ya again

'cuz you're the kinda punk who's either been in trouble

or you're gonna be.

- Hi, how're you feeling?

- Better, thanks.

- Good.

- Is that what you waited to ask me

or am I gonna have to tell ya again?

- I waited to see how you were,

and to drive you home.

- Well, I can take a cab.

- I can getcha there faster.

There's a little boy waiting for you to come home

and hold him in your arms.

I can get you there faster than any cab.

Okay, Shana?

Miriam tells me you have a terrific little boy.

- Hm, yeah, he's that alright.

- What's his name?

- Paul, Paul Guy Fayette the third.

We call him Paulie.

- I bet he brings you a lotta happiness.

- His father adores him.

- How'd you meet?

- Well, it was a little over three years ago

when I first came out from Indiana.

I got this job as a waitress and he was playin' a gig there.

Man, I'm tellin' you it was fast.

In a few months, we were married.

I couldn't hardly believe it.

There we were, 19 year old farm girl

and a confirmed bachelor music man.

- I can just hear the violins.

- For a minute she even smiled.

- How did your meet go?

- Well, it went okay, if you like creeps.

Pep, ya know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna have Joe and Pete finish up the paperwork

on the Bryant case.

I'm gonna ask Parks if he'll let me

follow-up on this guy.

- Yeah, but if the wife doesn't file,

you'll have nothing to follow-up on.

Besides, it would go to Divisional detectives.

- Miriam's got very good instincts about these things.

She's not a hysterical lady.

Can't explain it, it's justa,

I don't know.

Wife beaters just aren't my favorite people.

I know one thing.

I don't like this guy.

- What are you doing still up?

- I couldn't really sleep.

I thought you might like some breakfast.

- No.

I drove around for a while,

had some.

Oh, baby.

Why do you stay with me?

- I wouldn't be anything without ya.

- I won't,

I want...

- So.

- I want you to know something, Mrs. Stein.

- I've always believed in education, what?

- I don't like what you did last night.

Calling the police.

- And?

- And I want you to keep your nose out of my business

and out of what happens in my house.

My house, Mrs. Stein.

- That it? - That's it.

- Well, I'm gonna tell you something,

you good-for-nothing lowlife.

Don't you start with me, now or ever.

Do ya hear?

And I'll tell ya something else.

If you start that crazy business one more time,

I'll knock you clean off your block.

- So what did he say?

- He left.

What did he say?

Miserable person.

- Listen, Miriam, you think this guy could be into drugs?

- I saw enough in my time when you and Saul

were on Ad-Narc.

I don't think the guy is on any stuff.

But I know for a fact that he doesn't drink,

can't, Shana told me.

- Here ya go. - Oh, thanks, doll.

- Hope you don't mind the bag.

- Tea's tea.

- Did the girl ever try to leave him?

- No.

She's crazy, mad in love with him.

Go figure that.

But I will tell ya this much.

His own mother begged her to leave him.

- When was that?

- Oh, it was about four months ago.

She come on a visit.

Oh, a nice lady.

Real nice lady.

Emma's her name.

- What happened, Miriam?

- Oh, well, one night there was this big fight.

Guess who?

And the next morning, I'm out in the back

hanging up the clothes, ya know,

and she comes out and gets in the car

and starts to say goodbye to Shana.

Then I heard her ask her, no, she begged.

She begged her to take the baby and come away with her.

- But Shana said no?

- Yeah.

She said something like, "A wife's place

"is with her husband."

You know, something like that.

- Where'd the mother wanna take her, do ya know?

You have any idea?

- No.

No, I asked her once, you know, small talk,

where do you live, darling, that kind of thing.

But she avoided answering, like it was a big mystery.

- She begged the girl to leave with her.

- Yeah, pale as this cup.

Practically crying.

- No, I did not receive any message.

Thank you very much.

What's up?

- Been here six years and nobody knows I'm here.

- Well, somebody knows you're here.

Desk Sergeant asked me to drop this off for you.

A boy delivered it about 10 minutes ago.

- Hey, easy.

- It's been sniffed and scanned.

It's fine.

- Thank you very much, Mary Lou.

- Dearest Peter, think of me as you use this,

morning, noon and night,

or whenever.

I adore you,

Daphne. - I believe that's mine.

Thank you kindly, Joe.

- I thought we were partners.

- Not in everything, my friend.

- Husky Musky.

- I think I used to use that stuff.

- Hey, Pete, Joe.

Teletype Sacramento, check out a Paul Fayette.

Profession musician, plays guitar at Pinky Martinez's club,

the Country Rudy.

Home address 58 South Spring.

- That's next door to where Saul Stein used to live.

- Yep. - Is he the creep who...

- He's the creep.

Check it. - You got it.

When Paul's mother left,

she was concerned about you.

About the baby, we know that.

Alright.

Emma asked me to come back home with her for a little while.

But she didn't beg, she just thought the change

might do us all some good.

Where's home, Shana?

- It was Fresno,

but she's moved since then, and

we don't have a new address, yet.

- Shana, could you sit for a minute?

- Sure.

- You're adorable, you know that?

I say he's got your eyes.

- Well, he's got his father's nose and jaw.

He's his Daddy's son.

- Shana... - Look,

he's getting tired.

I think I...

- Shana.

I want very, very much to help you.

I want you to believe that.

Things are very heavy, right now,

between you and your husband,

and if they get outta hand,

I think you should know that there are places

in this city, shelters, with confidential addresses,

nobody would know where you are,

and they, they're there for counseling,

they're there for company, for safety.

Your safety, and your baby's.

I don't know if you realize that

men sometimes transfer their aggressions

from their wives right to their children.

- Sergeant Anderson, I can take care of myself,

and I can take care of my baby.

And everything's gonna be alright between Paul and me,

I know that.

I like you very much,

but, please, don't come around anymore.

- Well, I pray that I won't have to,

but just in case let me give you my card.

I'll put my home number on it.

Please use it if you need it.

Here it is.

Fayette, Paul Guy.

- No police record.

Application for a liquor license six years ago.

Background investigation shows he had a card

with the musician's union at that time

with an address at 201 Rand.

Played at a club, the Rondo,

for about a year.

Lived at the Rand street address

for the same period of time,

with his...

With his wife, Elizabeth Fayette.

- So, there's her confirmed bachelor music man.

Poor kids.

- 'Scuse us.

- Good afternoon.

If you'll both fill out this form,

we'll have you on your way together in a jiffy.

- We're not here to get married.

- Oh, well, I thought such an attractive couple, like you...

- Actually, I keep proposing, but she doesn't trust cops.

- Cops.

- We're here to check a license.

- Here it is.

They applied July 2nd, 1974.

- May we see that?

- Sure.

- Shana Ruth nee Madison, never before married.

Fayette, Paul Guy, never before married.

- Well, he wasn't.

- Then who is Elizabeth Fayette?

- I don't know.

Isn't this computer of yours

ever send you the wrong information?

- Rarely.

- Well, this is one of the rare times.

- If he had been married before, he would have told you,

is that it?

- Of course he would.

And I'm tellin' you Sergeant Anderson,

don't play games with my life and my marriage.

Just, please, get outta here.

- We don't play games.

- Leave me alone.

Please, leave me alone.

Hello.

- Hello, Shana, it's Emma.

How are you, you alright?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Ya sure?

- Really, Emma, I'm just fine.

I just have a small headache.

Oh, I'm sorry.

How's little Paulie?

- He's fine, Emma.

- And, uh, my Paul?

- His stomach's been acting up again

other than that, he's okay.

- Dear, listen.

Why don't I drive down again

and we'll pick up the baby and go off together someplace.

- I love you, Emma,

but that's not gonna solve it.

In the long run, we gotta solve it between us.

- I know, but I do worry sometimes.

I wish there was something I could do.

- Emma,

tell me somethin'.

Before Paul and I met - What?

- Did he, was he ever...

- What?

What is it?

- Just some crazy thoughts.

- My men have done some more digging.

There's a little town called Be-ay-yos,

it's about 60 miles north of Bay Area here.

Be-ay-yos is the name of the town where

Paul and Elizabeth Fayette moved

after they left San Francisco.

And where on 5 January, 1972, Fayette filed

a missing persons report on his wife, desertion.

- And nobody's seen or heard of her since, right?

- You got it.

I'm afraid that's about all we can do for you

from up here.

- Okay, thanks very much, Reichler.

We appreciate your help.

No bother, lots of luck.

- Thanks.

Okay, Pete, Joe, I want you both in Be-ay-yos by morning.

- Parks gonna spring for this?

- You let me worry about Parks, okay.

- Hasta luego.

- Y'all have fun.

- Gimme a call when you're set to go, okay?

Got it, I will.

- Whatsa matter, you tired?

- Tired, frustrated and no, thanks, the paint's dry.

- Whatsa matter?

- I'm scared for that girl.

- I wanna know about these damn bills you been hidin'.

- I haven't been hidin' any bills.

- There's over $200 worth a bills gone,

and I wanna know why.

- Because that hospital I been goin' to costs money,

and those pills they've been givin' me

they cost money.

And I had to buy Paulie a new stroller 'cuz he ripped

the other one apart.

- Shut him up.

Shut him up.

I'm tellin' ya, shut him up.

Shut him up.

- Yes?

- Sergeant Anderson?

This is Shana.

You've gotta help me, please?

- What's happened?

- Well, somebody's gotta take us

to one of those, those places,

those shelters, someplace, please?

- Where are you now?

- I don't know, a corner.

- Isn't there a street sign?

- Ardis and Longworth.

- I know where that is.

Now wait for me.

I'll be there in about 15 or 20 minutes.

Wait for me, Shana.

- Okay.

- Look, I don't mean to be rude,

but my husband's on his way home.

I've gotta get this stew on the stove.

- Oh, we definitely understand, Mrs. Leonard, for sure.

We'll just ask a couple more questions, then leave.

- Alright.

But I don't know what else I'm gonna be able to tell you

about her the local police haven't already.

- Well, they told us that Elizabeth, her husband,

and his mother were living together in a house near here.

That one day in 1972 your friend disappeared.

A week later, her husband files a missing persons on her.

And a few days after that, both he and his mother were gone.

- Mom, can I stop playing now?

- May I.

No.

- Mrs. Leonard, do you know if Emma Fayette

went with her son or where?

- Look, I don't know anything about either of them.

And I haven't heard from Elizabeth since she left.

- Before she left, did she try to get in touch with you?

Say she was going?

- No.

- When exactly did you talk with her last or see her?

- About a week before.

At the hospital one morning.

Chaney Medical?

'Bout 20 miles from here.

Her husband had beaten her the night before.

- Did she tell you this?

- She reported it as an accident,

but she told me.

She called, asked me to come pick her up.

I did.

Ah, she wasn't in top physical condition.

She had a concussion or a fracture.

I don't remember which.

That the same thing? - No.

Well, where did you drive her?

- She wanted to go back home.

So that's where I drove her.

Now, I asked her, "Liz, why do you keep asking

"for that kind of punishment from that maniac?

"I mean, you're liable to end up dead one of these days.

"Do you realize that?"

- What'd she say to that?

- What would anybody say?

If you can't make it work with the guy you're in love with

how ya gonna make it work with the rest of the world?

- Mom, I did it a hundred times.

- Make it a 150 and get it done before Daddy gets home,

so he doesn't have to listen to that.

- 150.

- Van Cliburn she'll never be.

- Getting back to this disappearance, Mrs. Leonard,

do you think that could be possible?

- What?

- Isn't it possible, Mrs. Leonard,

that Elizabeth Fayette is dead?

- Now, look.

I don't even like to think

about things like that.

Now, I just don't.

And you can see how busy I am.

I don't have anything else to tell you.

I mean facts.

I'm sorry.

- Louder, Pete.

Pete we got a bum connection.

The Chaney what?

- We're up at the County Morgue in Chaney.

We've just checked with the coroner

and gave him the description of Elizabeth Fayette.

Age, weight, et cetera.

They've exhumed a Jane Doe three,

looks like a possible match.

Found her skeleton about a week ago,

150 miles west of here by some hikers,

and she was never identified.

Ya know what I mean?

- Yeah, anything else?

- Yeah.

Joe went to the hospital to pick up the X-ray

on the possible skull fracture that the Fayette lady

received about a week before she disappeared.

Now, the records on the Jane Doe three lady

show that she had two fractures.

One more severe than the other.

Both which might have been caused by the

fall in that ravine,

or might have been inflicted.

- Yeah, one of 'em might be a week older than the other one.

- Right, so we'll just have to wait and see.

- Well, wait it out and see fast, Pete,

and then getcha butt back down here.

Some woman named Daphne phoned in,

no last name.

Said she wants ya to meet her Saturday night

at the Holly Hotel, Room 309, 10 o'clock.

This that famous Madame X a yours?

- Ms. X, times are changin', Mr. Crowley.

How 'bout Pepper, did she come up with anything?

- I don't know yet.

She's out tossin' her weight around.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Since you're a Ginger Ale freak, too,

mind if I join you?

- Come on in.

- Thank you.

- How do you know I haven't slipped any Absinthe in here?

- Absinthe?

That's...

- What makes the heart grow fonder.

- Oh, that's bad.

Real bad.

Gorgeous guitar.

That's beautiful.

- Thanks.

My name's Paul.

What's yours?

- Mickey.

- You like it here.

- Oh, so far, so fair,

but I'm always jittery on first nights,

so it'll be okay.

- You're doin' great.

- I see you're married,

and you have a wife who checks in

about this time every night to see if you're with a blonde.

- Well, I'm married, but she's off on vacation with our kid.

- Doing something fascinating like visiting your folks

or her folks?

- No, she's in San Diego with friends.

- You're not from San Diego? - No.

- I'd say more like San Francisco.

- You're pretty good.

- I take after my mother.

Do you know what my dad used to do?

He used to bring home a whole bunch of guys

and say, "Okay, guys, talk,"

and Emma would figure out where they were from

practically every time.

- Now that's funny.

- No, she really could.

- No, no, Emma, that's my mother.

- Yours, too? - Yeah.

That's my mother's name.

We have Ginger Ale, Emma, we've got a lot in common.

Kind of makes us compatible or somethin'.

- Yeah.

Now, if you tell me she lives in Minneapolis

like my mother now, I'm gonna freak out.

- No, not Minneapolis.

- Where?

- Oh, far north, God's country.

Ah, time.

- Well.

Hey, what'd you bring?

Midnight snacks?

- No, no, somethin' I picked up on my way to work.

Antique shop, see?

- I love her.

That's what your wife's gonna say.

- Huh uh, it's for my Emma.

See, when I was a kid, she had one exactly like this.

One day my father broke it, smashed her head.

Accidentally, but Mom started cryin',

and I promised I'd get her another one someday.

- You gonna try to take it up to her?

- I can't get away, I'll mail it,

if I can find a way to keep her from gettin' broken again.

- You'll find a way.

Showtime.

- Elizabeth Fayette.

One skull fracture.

A week before she was reported missing.

- Jane Doe three with an exactly matching fracture.

- With this additional fracture.

- Gives me a headache just lookin' at it.

So, the additional one's more severe, right, Doc?

- Oh, yes, much more severe.

- So, do we move in on him now?

- There's no way.

We can't.

- He might a killed that woman.

- That's right, but we got no case, Pepper.

You know that any smart lawyer, all he's gonna do

is tell a jury that she got that second fracture

when she took a fall into a ravine.

We just got no case.

You better get back in there.

- We need the mother.

- I'll put that Joe and Pete on it.

Body had been found in a ravine

by a party of hikers.

It was never identified before it's burial.

Police are reportedly checking into the whereabouts

of another woman who may be an accessory

to the possible homicide.

The victim is believed to have died

on or about January 1st, 1972,

the result of a brutal beating.

Meanwhile, police are asking that if there's

any information regarding the dead woman,

it be phoned into them at this local number.

555-4321, I repeat, if you have any information

regarding this incident call 555.

- Dead? - Yes.

We got the word night before last.

The body was positively identified.

- We put out a bulletin upstate

hoping your mother-in-law'd contact us

as a possible link to this thing.

She hasn't yet.

- Sergeant Crowley, she's his mother.

- I know that, Shana.

- I mean you can't really expect

the woman to turn in her own son.

- Shana, we're talking about another woman here.

I'm talkin' about his first wife whose dead body

was dumped in a ravine four years ago.

- If you know where Emma Fayette can be located,

you've got to tell us, we need your help.

- I don't know where she is.

- Shana. - Please believe that.

He told me once that he didn't want me to have her

phone number, and he must have told her the same thing

because she never gave it to me.

- Well, did you ever ask her for it?

- Yes, once, when she phoned,

and she just changed the subject.

I don't know where she is.

Yeah,

who is it?

- It's me, Mickey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I know, correction, I came to say goodbye.

- Goodbye?

You just got here.

Come on in.

Let me get us somethin' to drink.

- Terrific, thanks.

- So you're splitting?

- Yeah, me and my twinkle toes.

Let's face it.

That club is the pits.

'Specially financially.

I can make nearly that much at unemployment

without having to bust my fanny,

and I got an offer for a better job, so,

I'm off.

- Off where?

- Portland.

Ya ever been there?

- Yeah, a couple of times.

City of Roses.

- City of a new disco.

A friend of mine just opened one.

He wants me to manage it for him.

It's a good deal, well, it's worth a try at least.

Before I go, I wanted to tell you,

that you are the only decent person

I met at Pinky's place.

So, here.

I brought you a present for your kid.

I forget whether you said it was a boy or a girl.

- Boy.

- Brought a teddy bear.

It's nothing original, but I...

- He'll dig it.

You know somethin', Mickey?

I'm gonna miss you.

- That's nice to hear.

You are a decent guy.

Thank you.

- How 'bout that Ginger Ale before you take off?

One for old times' sake.

- Perfect.

- Aw, looks like we're all out of it.

- It really is beautiful.

It's gorgeous.

As long as you haven't mailed it yet,

this is only about two miles out of my way when I go north.

Paul, why don't you let me drop it off at your mother's?

I'd love to see the expression on her face

when she opens it.

- Yes.

Miss Emma Fayette?

- Mrs. Fayette, it's for your son's good.

- It's hard for me to believe that, Sergeant.

- Paul needs help.

He may have been responsible for the death of one woman,

and he's certainly a danger to his own family.

To Shana and to your grandson.

- I was asleep that night.

- In the house up in Be-ay-yos.

- Yes.

- What happened?

What happened?

- I heard some sounds

from the living room,

and I woke up.

- What kind of sounds?

- Someone screaming.

- Your daughter-in-law, Elizabeth?

Was your son in the room with her at the time?

- Yes.

- How do you know that?

- I, I got up to see what was happening.

And Paul was...

- Was what?

Paul was what, Mrs. Fayette?

- He was beating her.

And I called out to him to stop

and he didn't seem to hear me,

and then suddenly Elizabeth was on the floor.

She had fallen back and hit her head against a table.

And she was lying there unconscious.

- Unconscious?

Or dead, Mrs. Fayette?

- She was dead.

- Fayette, you wanna come down from there, please.

I'd like to talk to you.

- What's goin' on, Mickey?

- I'm not Mickey.

I'm a police officer.

- That's right.

Hey, you wanna step down, please?

- What?

My wife bring charges?

- No, we talked with your mother.

You're under arrest for the murder of Elizabeth Fayette.

So, would you step down, please?

Hold it.

Hold it, right there.

That's the end of the trip, pal.

- We've lived with this for a long time, Paul.

I knew it had to come out eventually.

- Ms. Fayette, if you need us, we'll be outside.

- This,

this is a nightmare.

Just like all the other nightmares.

Like when your father used to beat me,

and you used to be standing there, watching sometimes.

You do remember?

And I would think to myself,

"well, at least this would teach my little boy

"never to do things like that

"to anyone he loves."

But I never talked to you about it,

and maybe I should have.

I was so ashamed.

I wanted to keep what was happening

from anyone finding out,

and I did a bad thing to you.

I'm so sorry.

That, that officer,

that lady officer, gave me

the little doll you got me.

- Hello, hello, hello.

Hello, my darlings, hello, hello, hello.

How are you, sweetheart?

- Oh, oh, look at him.

Look at him, look how big he's gotten.

- In a week, right?

- Yeah, you can grow in a week.

Oh, and Shana.

It's so good to see you, darling.

It's good.

Alright, now, listen.

Come on, everybody, let's go inside now, huh.

And then, Billy,

then you'll come over to my house

and you'll bring over the sandwiches I made?

- Sweetheart, I'm with you.

- I don't know if I can go back in there.

- Well, it's your home, darling.

- It was.

- Look, Shana, I've lost a husband

and you've lost one in kind of a way,

but you know what I think?

God and time, they both help heal

enough for us to carry on.

Ya know what I mean?

- Would you like us to come in for just a little while?

Bill makes a great pot of coffee.

- Would you like that?

- No, I think I have to go in by myself,

and be alone with my son.

- Well, you've got Miriam and you've got Bill and me,

so if you ever need us to help you over the rough spots,

you call us, okay?

- Okay.

Thanks.

- Call us.

- Hello, Peter.

- Mary Lou?

- I happen to have a middle name.

Daphne.

I've been waiting a very long time for this.

- You have?

You certainly have a remarkable way of getting dates.

You don't think I've got too much of this

Husky Musky on, do you?

- You smell divine.

I can smell it in here.

- What's happening?

I make Commander or somethin'?

- Peter, Peter, don't you remember the date?

Seven fun-filled years with CCU, huh?

- Maybe you'd rather forget it?

Congratulations.

- Thank you, Pepper.

And you, "Peter, Peter, I can't live without you.

"No matter..."

- Don't talk, you fool.

Come here.

- I'll take what's left.

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