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Captain says you think it could be blackmail or extortion.

We don't have any evidence yet, but, uh, Pepper has a lead that may be valuable.

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 aboard. I don't want any shooting.

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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... I don't believe this sh...

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.

Hey. You know, I just got an idea.

Very funny. If I were a criminal, I'd use it,

but I'm passing it 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 listening, uh,

like to give me a call, let me know what you think of my idea, put you on the air.

Just give me a call here at 555-4321.

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

just give me a call.

I'll put you on the air too. Oh, oh, oh. You will.

Yeah. That's 555-4321.

You certainly will. Women's lib.

But I love women in their place...

Or mine... whichever happens to be handier.

Yeah. Just give me a call right now...

Hey. Must be getting to somebody.

Larry Brooks. Talk to me.

My name is Anderson.

Sergeant Pepper Anderson. I'm a policewoman.

You're kidding me. You're putting me... Uh, 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 policewomen.

And if you think it's funny, I think you'd better get a new jokebook.

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 s... Superior in many ways.

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

It certainly is.

How much time do I have?

You 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, Pep.

Hi, fellas. You did great.

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.

There you go. What's this?

Larry "Creep" phoned in.

Wants you to call him back.

You're kidding.

Speak to me.

Um, 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?

.38, detective special.

Look. I want to see you. How about having lunch with me tomorrow?

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

Um... Fouquet's?

No, I've never been there. If you want to apologize, apologize right now.

All right. Look. I apologize.

See, 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 want to see ya.

They make a fantastic peanut butter sandwich there.

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

1:00 tomorrow. Great.

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

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. Yeah. Thanks for calling, Mr. D'Angelo. Bye-bye.

What are you doing?

Bank called me this afternoon. They said you were overdrawn, and no wonder.

What are all these $500 checks for?

- What $500 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 want to 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!

I work damn hard to make it. I think I got a right to know where it's going.

What are these? Gambling debts? You horning coke?

Yes. Yes!

And anything else you can think of.

Now are you satisfied? Now that you know where...

your rotten, filthy, stinking, 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?

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

Sorry. Sorry.

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 a gal... that...

is on the up-and-up... more than usual,

I... I want to spend some more time with 'em.

Sorry.

More wine? Thank you.

Speakin' of marriage,

I got this friend.

- He's 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, uh,

a man?

- It happens. - No way.

She's still young. She's very attractive.

She could 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...

A private detective... Somebody that you respect.

Yeah. There's a Lou Merritt. He's in the book.

Okay. Thanks.

Care for more wine?

Oh. I gotta go back to work. Are you kidding?

Oh, how'd it go? Lunch? Oh. I'm sorry I'm a little late.

That's all right. How'd it go? Uh, it was fun.

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

It was bittersweet nice. He... He's a real guy. Oh, he's not such a creep, huh?

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

We started out with ribs r�moulade... Mmm. Yummy.

We had white wine, and it was really great.

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

The morgue.

Kathy O. Come on in.

How about 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 kind of 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?

Mm-hmm. 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 any more money.

And there isn't going to be any more.

I'm overdrawn at the bank, and...

my husband found out.

And 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.

Now, 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 you going?

To get your pictures.

And the negatives.

Out of that desk.

No!

Kathy?

Hi, Loretta. Mrs. Brooks up yet?

I haven't heard her shower. Ah. 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.

Kathy.

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

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

I tell you something. Somebody sure as hell wanted to make it look like suicide,

because the report indicated that there were powder burns at the entry wound.

That's right. Anything else, Frank?

Yeah. Shoe prints.

We found a few in the garden. But not Brooks's?

No. And not the gardener's.

Captain says you think it could be blackmail or extortion.

Yeah. Well, we don't have any evidence yet, but, uh,

Pepper here has a lead that may be valuable.

- Could save us a lot of time. - Well,

good luck.

Thanks, Frank. All right.

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

Nothing points to him.

Go pay him a visit anyway.

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Hi. Hi.

Thanks for stoppin' by.

I'm sorry about what happened. Yeah. Yeah.

Have a seat. It's in the bleachers, but it's the best we have.

Thanks. Yeah. The station wanted me to take some time off,

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

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

- Uh, 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, uh, medical examiner put the time of death at about midnight, Tuesday.

- Where were you then? - I was up in Belleville.

That's about 150 miles north of here?

Mm-hmm. Doing what, Larry?

I was delivering a lecture on radio broadcasting...

at State Teacher's College. At midnight?

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 in to a motel.

I drove home the next morning and...

found Kathy.

- Uh, what motel was that? - The only one up there. The Belleville.

I'm gonna go over to the campus and see what's

happenin'. I'll pick you back up here later.

Don't forget to write. Just take care of the business at hand.

Hello.

We're filled up.

Too bad. You're cute.

Oh, thank you. Then, uh, my mama was right.

Are you postgraduate?

Police Academy. Look, man. We're clean.

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.

I'll even give you a rate. I'll bet you could. Do you know Larry Brooks?

- The deejay? 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?

Uh, early. 9:00.

- When was the next time you saw him? - When he left in the morning.

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

No. Are you sure?

Could he have gotten up and split without you knowing it?

Why would he do that?

Sure, I could've driven back between 9:00 and midnight,

murdered Kathy, and still had plenty of time to drive back to the motel,

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.

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?

No. Was she...

involved with another man?

It'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 with his wife.

I was feeling sorry for myself.

Just wanted to be with somebody for a while. That's all.

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 the past year or so.

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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 sit in the middle. Uh, no. Uh, what monotony?

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

Uh, drink? No, thank you.

William, the usual. Me too.

Oh, could I have a glass of water?

He's never around when you need him.

With mine, change that to never around, period. And you're married?

Oh, no. I'm not... I'm not married. And you work.

I 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, uh,

the freezer's full up, and the maid knows what to prepare for dinner.

Shopping. But then, how much can a girl shop?

Right. So, uh,

we come here to "un-bore," you could say.

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

Yeah. So I noticed. However, I came to talk about Kathy Brooks.

Oh, Kathy.

Well, in a nutshell,

some of us, uh, 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, uh, 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, uh,

she received this phone call from, uh,

someone she addressed as Dennis.

Well, she cut it short, saying that she couldn't

talk and that she'd, uh, call him back later.

When she hung up, I was my usual nosy self, and I asked her, uh,

- "Hey. Who's Dennis?" - What'd she say?

She, uh, said it was somebody from the radio station calling for her husband.

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 two 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-hmm. - Pepper...

- Yeah? - Thanks.

Come on. Stand over there and let the sergeant take a good look at you.

- Who's that, Joe? - Tommy Thompson.

Burglar. And a damn lousy one at that.

- Broke into the house next 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 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 shoe prints that we found last night.

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

You wanna tell us about that, Tommy? My shoes?

Huh? You wanna tell us about that?

Huh?

I was never in there.

Well, how come your shoe prints were found outside the window?

Uh, o-o-okay. Uh... Uh...

One night, uh, th... What night? What night was that?

Monday or Tuesday. Was it Monday or Tuesday?

I, uh... I think it was, uh, Tuesday. You think it was Tuesday.

Yeah. I was climbin' in the window, and somebody drove up and scared me off.

They drove in what? A car? Yeah. A car.

What kind of car was it? I don't know what kind.

It was late. How late was it?

Um, I think about, uh, 12:00.

About 12:00? Y-Yeah. Uh, and someone got out.

Was it a man? Huh? A woman?

I didn't stick around to see, 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 if it was

a woman or a man or one person or two people.

You believe this? Hell, no. I don't believe it.

I don't believe it either. It's the truth.

Y'all want me to tell a lie and say I went in that house and killed that woman.

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

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

Huh? It was... It was in the paper and on the TV.

Was it?

Wasn't it?

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

Huh, Tommy? W... W...

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

I, uh...

I drink too much, and... and sometimes I get these... these blackouts, and...

when I wake up, I... I don't remember nothin'.

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

I... 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 kind of tied up right now, Mr. G.

But, uh, uh, what about Patty? You'd like her. She's got fingers like feathers.

But firm, you know? She available?

No. She's not. Okay.

Uh, l-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?

Oh, 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.

Excuse me.

Ali's Paradise, where every man is a sultan.

Who? No. There's no Pepper Anderson working here.

Oh. Well, not under that name.

That's me. Oh.

Thank you. Hello. Pepper? Larry.

I called your office, and, uh, 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, 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...

Thank you.

I'll remember that.

Thank you very much. What a waste.

Morning, Pep. Two things.

First, Tommy Thompson withdrew his confession at 4:00 a.m.

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

You believe him? Well, I don't believe anything till I have to.

The other thing is, uh, 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, which is also where he keeps a big boat...

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

Has he got a record? Ah, few traffic violations.

In fact, he's a guy with nothin' on him,

except apparently enough bread to swing like a king.

- Is there a 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.

Didn't 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 bow line, will ya, pal?

Yeah. Sure. All aboard.

Here we go. Give me a little shove off now, will you, buddy? Okay.

All right. Thank you very much.

Yes, sir. Have a nice day.

I will. You too.

Go get him, tiger.

Bye-bye.

What's the trouble? Oh, hi.

I don't know. It just, uh, 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.

You know, it just looks so complicated. All those nuts and bolts.

- Dennis Graham. - Eve Marshall.

- Miss or Ms.? - Mrs.

Figures.

Look. Maybe I better give you a tow into the service station.

I'm sorry about this. Well, it's not your fault.

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

Say, my pad's right here at the marina,

so while they're working on her,

come on up and have a nice, cool drink.

I happen to make 'em pretty good.

You got fresh limes?

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Good. Mmm! Mmm!

Ooh, that's good. Good for you too.

Helps drive away the blues. Oh, that's great.

Except...

I'm not feelin' blue. Oh, now. Come on.

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

you're not gonna really enjoy telling your husband about it tonight, are you?

Oh, my husband is a very understanding type.

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, and it makes me feel guilty.

Okay? So let's not talk about him. ??

Uh, his bad heart, uh,

how does that affect your marriage, other than that?

That is a very personal question.

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? Well, 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, uh, get us another one of these.

Uh, would you get that for me, Eve?

Hello?

Is this Dennis Graham's apartment?

- Yes, it is. - Oh. Um...

Is he there? Will you tell him it's Mrs. McClung?

Psst.

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, and I'm busy.

Bore.

Hello.

Uh, Mr. Graham?

This is, uh, Bill Jensen, down at the dock.

I'm a new fella workin' down here.

Yeah. We just found somebody on your boat. I don't know what that means, but, uh,

maybe you better come down and check it out.

Breaking into my boat?

Emergency? Yeah. Indeed it is. Indeed it is.

Someone breaking into my boat. But... But I'll be right back. My boat.

Boat.

What do you mean he got away? I was just about to call the police, Mr. Graham.

He just got away from me. That's all. 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 ought to check your boat out.

Just to see if he did any damage or took anything. Know what I mean?

Yeah. All right. I'm sorry, Mr. Graham.

Yeah. It's all right. It's all right.

Dennis.

Yeah. Uh, Dennis,

I just called home.

There's an emergency. I gotta get back.

But, uh... 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.

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, that you have a husband.

Oh, God.

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

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...

For the sake of who knows how many other women, won't you please tell us?

Are you being blackmailed?

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.

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

Pigeon approaching coop.

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?

All right. 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.

Now, 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.

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. Now, then what happened?

So I asked her if she'd, uh, 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 ahold of her,

and the gun went off.

The bullet must have gone out the door onto the balcony, 'cause...

later on I looked around on all the walls, and I...

I couldn't find any holes.

Yeah. Go ahead.

What happened then?

Then I, uh...

I slapped her.

??

Hello. Pepper? Larry.

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

Well, we think so.

Thank God. You know, Pepper, when, uh...

When this whole mess is really over with, I'd love to see you again.

If that's all right with you. Well, sometime, Larry. Sure.

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

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

Uh, there's someone at the door. I'm expecting guests.

Bye, Larry.

How'd it go with Graham?

Shows truthful, damn it. Oh.

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

Oh, really? Is it your woman's intuition again?

Oh.

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 just could have been the guy in the car the other night.

Scared Thompson off. Hmm.

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."

And then she got it off a piece of paper.

Yeah? It's just a hunch.

Your woman's intuition again?

Don't knock it.

You do play the percentages, don't ya?

You know a better way?

Who you calling? Linda McClung.

And then maybe Mr. Brooks.

He just asked me for a date.

We'll order later, Raoul.

Comme vous voulez, Monsieur Brooks.

Well, if I knew how to say it in French,

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

I'm a woman.

So I've noticed.

A toast to the police department. Told you we'd 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.

Mm-hmm. Where'd 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? Guess I never asked.

- Shows how careless cops can be sometimes. - Yeah. What do you mean?

Well, Homicide usually, uh,

goes over things very carefully, like purses,

very thoroughly. Yeah. Well, 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.

Y... 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.

And there's a mike in there too. They've 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 in.

Get out of here!

She gets it.

And remember. He's got a policewoman aboard. I don't want any shooting.

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 ya? Out there?

No. In the restaurant. Cuttin' it pretty close.

Yeah. That's the last time I'll play percentages, Bill.

Till the next time, Pepper. Till the next time.

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