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(woman screaming)

- Stabbed six times, twice in the heart.

- Neighbors, nobody saw anything.

- I live here, remember?

You and your wife live two doors down.

- As long as I'm here.

- That could be the start of some new pattern.

There's someone out there all wrapped up in hate.

- Yes, for police women.

In case you forget, that's what I am.

I'm a cop.

(Liz screaming)

(exciting instrumental music)

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(mysterious instrumental music)

- Okay, Jackie, drum roll.

Whoa!

- Thanks, Liz.

You shouldn't have.

- Shouldn't have?

That's exactly what she asked me to bring her.

Okay, Sara.

For when we were bunkies together,

because you never had any cologne of your own.

- I was always running out

because you always kept ripping me off.

Ooh, Noche de Luna.

Night of the Moon.

- Don't wear it with any loonies around.

- The way things have been going these days,

I'll settle for one of those.

(all laughing)

- Welcome back, how was your trip?

- Oh, wonderful.

- Listen, for all of you police persons

who haven't met Irene Boyer, this is Irene Boyer.

- [All] Hi, Irene.

- She's new, stolen property, lots of luck.

(all laughing)

- Oh Pepper, perfect timing.

- Thank you.

Ole!

- What's going on in here?

Sounds like a hen place.

Welcome back.

- Get out here, man, this is our oasis.

- Wait until I get my enchilada.

I didn't get one postcard from you.

- The cruise was only for seven days.

Besides, you just moved and I lost my address book.

- Uh huh, that's a likely story.

- This should appease you.

- Mexican jumping beans, right?

- No, it's Swiss.

(all gasping)

It cost a lot of pesetas so I want you to wear it.

- Look at that, wow.

- It's only for very special occasions, okay,

so don't wear it all the time.

You don't want to hurt it.

- Are you kidding?

This is my everyday watch.

Put that right on.

Since we're engaged, right?

- Only during office hours.

(all laughing)

How's Honey Bunch?

You were such a sweetheart for taking care of him.

- I'll give you a little clue about Honey Bunch.

He's now sleeping on my bed

and I'm curled up on newspapers in the corner.

It's a dumb name for a dog.

If you don't think I feel silly going out in the backyard,

yelling, "Come on, Honey Bunch, here, Honey Bunch."

- The way I hear it, you gave Liz the dog

and you named it.

- Is that what you hear, huh?

Listen, you stick around after work.

I'll take you over to Vinny's and buy you

the biggest steak in the house.

We'll stop by my place and pick up Honey Bunch.

It's a silly name for a dog.

- Now does it make any sense?

- Well.

- Which means not really, but it will later.

Right?

- Pepper, I'm not exactly a nosy type.

- Be nosy, you're a cop.

- Back in there, Liz Robson and Sergeant Crowley.

I was wondering, is there some sort of thing between them?

- Yeah, they love each other.

See, about, uh,

must be 12 years now, Crowley and Liz's brother

were partners in Ad-Narc and they were working a case,

closing in on a dealer.

The dealer was armed, was about to take a shot at Bill.

When Robson rushed in, and he got the bullet instead.

It killed him.

So now Liz is a cop and Crowley is

like a big brother to her.

That's the thing between them.

- When'd you get back, Liz?

- The ship docked about noon,

so I went home and I took a nap, which I needed desperately.

Then I just came right down here to see you guys.

- Hope you had a nice time, did you?

- Excellent.

- What are you thinking about, huh?

- Just wondering.

- What are you wondering?

- You're sure this is your treat.

- Sure, why would you ask a dumb question like that?

Listen, even though I said steak, I just gotta tell you.

I hear Vinny has a new sandwich.

Tuna and pimento loaf...

- Oh.

- No, but I...

Have the steak.

- If you got me... - Have the steak.

Have the steak.

Sara, did you get the message?

- Yeah, Bill, thanks.

I'd love to join you but I've gotta show these to Hopkins.

- You're not going with us?

- No, I'm sorry.

I've worked on six unfit mother cases today.

Six, and I'm just too pooped.

- Okay.

- Thanks a lot. - See you next time.

- Okay, bye bye. - Bye bye.

- Thank you.

- This lady named Miss Nemerover.

- Your cabin mate was named Miss Nemerover?

- Mhm, when I first met her, I thought,

"My lord, how am I going to live with all this smoke?"

- Lots of cigarettes, huh?

- No, it's even worse.

- Cigars? - No.

She smoked a pipe, Pepper.

- A pipe, she smoked in the cabin?

- Sure it was Miss Nemerover? - No doubt.

- From what I hear, this cruise was really swank.

(mysterious instrumental music)

- He walked up to me and he said,

"What line of work are you in, Miss Robson?"

And I said, "I'm in vice, sir."

- Then wasn't so bored anymore.

- I was sitting at the captain's table the next night.

The champagne just flowed.

- Bill, when can I get seven days off

and just take a dinghy to Catalina?

- You gotta be dinghy to ask a question like that.

(all laughing)

(Sara screaming)

- Stabbed six times, twice in the heart.

- Neighbors, nobody saw anything?

- No. - No fingerprints?

- Nothing except a dead policewoman, and maybe this.

Hoyte Wiley, you know the name.

- Sure, Arizona City.

Wanted for killing a couple of police women there

a few months ago, right?

- Wanted, never caught.

It's the same MO.

Bedroom, dark, gloves, six knife wounds,

no sexual attack, no apparent motive.

- Just insane.

- Just insane.

But maybe Wiley decided to come to the West Coast.

He was reported in Portland and Spokane.

Maybe he's down here now.

- Captain, we want in on this.

- Franklin and his men will continue on the Wiley end.

That's the only possibility we have.

I want you to talk to Liz Robson.

She and Rossi were roommates.

Find out everything she knows.

- She's waiting in my office right now, captain.

She wants in on this too.

- It was six weeks ago that she found this house, a rental.

She said it was about time we each had a place of our own.

I think she wanted to do something extravagant

with her raise.

- Is that when she moved?

- Yeah.

- Liz, uh, how long did the two of you share a house?

- Two years.

- Liz, in that time,

were there any men who she knew?

I mean, dated, that might have been a problem?

Something personal?

- Sara didn't go out.

- Never?

- With guys from the academy.

When you're in juvenile, your job is your life.

You deal with the kids and the parents,

or you're always trying to solve some heavy situation.

- Were any of those situations especially heavy recently?

- Maybe one.

- When was this?

- About six months ago.

- What was that about?

- There was a drunk who had been accused

of abusing his children and he put two babies

in the hospital.

His wife was too scared to testify

and Sara had finally convinced her to file for divorce.

- Did the guy know that Sara convinced her?

- Oh yeah.

I don't know how he got her number but he did.

He started calling Sara and saying she had ruined his life.

And threatening her.

- Didn't she report it?

- I think she was going to, but then the calls stopped.

- Liz, do you know his name?

- No, no.

But I bet if I looked in her files, I'd find a name.

- I'll help you.

- Thank you.

Once in a while, Sara and I would...

We'd have a beer and stay up late at night and talk.

One night, after we'd seen this movie

with a lot of really great looking people in it,

Sara said, "I am plain.

"I was born plain, and if I could have one wish,

"I wish I could be pretty for one day.

"No, make that one weekend."

She didn't know how beautiful she was.

- That'll be $2.25.

Thank you.

- Hello. - Hi, may I help you?

- Holly Hawkins?

I'm Sergeant Crowley, this is Sergeant Henderson.

Police department, we'd like to talk to you.

- Whatever this is about, can we talk later?

I'm real busy.

- So are we.

- Look, I'm very sorry about that girl.

I heard about it on the radio

and I went to church and I lit a candle for her.

But I don't know anything about how she died.

- Was murdered.

You're married to Sam Hawkins, right?

- Was.

- Yeah, well, we're trying to locate him.

- Well you're cops, that shouldn't be hard.

- We haven't been able to find him.

- That's your problem.

I have customers and my boss is giving me

some cock eyed looks.

- Why don't we let the boss handle that, I'm sure.

- And blow my job, that's all I need.

- Mrs. Hawkins, a 23 year old policewoman

named Sara Rossi is dead.

- I know that.

And I said it.

I'm sick about that.

She was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Talked me into getting rid of that bum.

But I can't help you.

- He put two of your children in the hospital,

one with a concussion, one with three fractured ribs, right?

- Holly, where is he?

- I don't know.

- You seen him recently?

- About three weeks ago.

- You want to tell us where?

- He came by the house one night to ask for some money.

Obviously for booze.

I gave it to him and he left.

- Do you know where he's living now?

- Somewhere in Rosella.

A rooming house or an apartment.

I don't know.

- Thank you.

- Bill.

- Hey Bill, you heard anything about Hoyte Wiley yet?

- So far he's been spotted twice.

First time, he turned out to be a local minister.

Second time, he was an engineer who'd just flown in

from a month in Japan.

Here's Hawkins's mughost, let's get busy on him.

- [Pete] This guy Hawkins, we'll start checking

the Rosella area.

- Yeah, concentrate especially on the bars.

- Bill, let's visit Jim's grave.

- Sure, honey.

(pensive instrumental music)

(knocking on door)

Yeah?

- Hi, Bill.

- Hi, honey.

- Anything?

- Couple love letters from upstairs.

- I read the one about the police women

protecting themselves, et cetera.

- Yeah, that's one of the et ceteras.

Read the one with the damage.

- "To all division heads, we're being besieged

"by the public, the press, not to mention the commissioner.

"Nearly a week has gone by, dammit,

"and we haven't come up with a thing on the S. Rossi case."

S. Rossi, by the end of the month, it's gonna be Sara who?

"The Hawkins suspect is obviously not in the Rosella area.

"Seven phone calls a day alone

"on the alleged whereabouts of subject Hoyte Wiley

"have all turned out to be dead ends."

- Excuse me, communications just heard from Pete and Joe.

They got a tip on Hawkins.

He's been spotted in a bar near the harbor.

- Joe.

Hawkins, come here, we want to talk to you.

Police!

(tires squealing)

Hawkins, police!

Hawkins, hold it.

Hold it right there.

- That's right, come on.

- Off the car, come on.

- Come on, come on down.

Come on.

- Get him on the car, stretch him out.

- What are you talking about, phoned her?

I never phoned her.

- You sure about that, Hawkins?

You sure you didn't phone up Sara Rossi and threaten her?

(Bill mumbles)

- Please listen, I told you.

- Suppose we tell you.

Suppose we tell you there was another policewoman

listening in on the extension to your conversation

and she can identify your voice.

- Okay, but I never threatened her.

- Come on, Hawkins.

That's just not the way we heard it.

- I just said to her that they were my kids, my family.

And she should have minded her own damn business.

I didn't like her, I even hated her, okay?

- Did you hate her enough to kill her?

- I didn't kill her.

I didn't even threaten her.

- Why'd you try to run?

Two police officers called out to you.

You took them for quite a ride.

- I don't know they were the heat.

I thought...

Well, I owe some money.

I thought they were trying to collect.

- Where were you last Friday night, Hawkins?

- That's a thousand years ago.

- Think back a thousand years, where were you?

- I must have been with a friend, a girl I know.

- What was her name?

- Rose. - Rose who?

- Brearly.

B-R-E-A-R-L-Y.

- Who is she?

- She ain't no nun.

- Rose, I got two of them who lived here.

Real flowers, both of them.

- Rose Brearly?

- She's the one who moved out.

- When?

- Three days ago.

- Do you know where?

- Where?

Lady, her rent was paid up.

I couldn't care less where.

- Tell me something.

Was she here last Friday night?

- I guess so.

- With somebody?

- (laughs) Let's put it this way.

If she wasn't upstairs with one of her tricks,

I'm Princess Grace.

- Do you happen to know with whom?

- No I don't.

Look, I rent out rooms with kitchenettes.

I try to keep the halls clean.

I wash off any filthy language from the walls,

as soon as I see it.

That garden out there, that tacky garden,

I try to keep it from looking double tacky.

All of which puts me into bed at about 10 o'clock,

and which means that I couldn't keep up

with the traffic around here if I wanted to.

- You behave yourself.

- [Joe] Bill, any luck?

- No, what's with Hawkins?

- Well, they let him go.

- Oh, no.

- The polygraph proved inconclusive.

And that public defender Choppa, he came stomping in.

- You said it all, Pete, Choppa.

Hoyte Wiley, has he been seen again?

- Not in the last half hour.

- Anything from Liz?

- Nothing yet.

- Shove off, I'm waiting for someone.

- You wanted to see me?

- Hello, Francine.

- I've been out of town a couple days.

My sister's real sick.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Plane fare cost me plenty.

- How much?

- 300 bucks.

- That's awful high, Francine.

- You paid it before.

- Rose Brearly.

Do you know her?

- She's an acquaintance.

- We're looking for her hard.

- How hard, Liz?

- 300 bucks.

- Oh, there was an extra 50 for the cab fares, tips.

- Do you know where she is?

- How about it?

- 350, you'll have it tomorrow.

- She went back to her pimp.

Dude named Ossie Dalton, you know him?

- No, where's his place?

- Chelsea Street, the apartment house on the corner.

- Thank you.

Give my best to your sister.

- She's feeling better already.

(knocking on door)

- Yeah?

- You Rose Brearly?

I mean, he said you were something

but he didn't prepare me for all this.

- Who said that?

- Ossie.

Ossie Dalton.

Maybe I'm in the wrong place.

- No, you're in the right place, handsome.

Come on in.

- Listen, on second thought, Rose,

why don't you come along with me?

Slip into a fishnet, honey, let's move it.

- Liz, your Ho Chi Minh is getting cold.

Not to mention your butterfly shrimp.

- I'm not hungry.

It's been such a week.

- It has, hasn't it?

- I'm glad it's over.

But I'm not hungry.

- Maybe you don't mind if we help you out a bit, do you?

- No.

- Did the Brearly girl roll over on Hawkins?

- No, because she was with Hawkins.

- What?

- That's right, they spent the evening together.

She said he drank too much, conked out, hit the sack.

Then two of her girlfriends came over

and they played cards for the rest of the night.

He was there in plain sight.

- We checked them both out separately.

It's true.

- [Bill] That leaves us with Hoyte Wiley

as our only suspect.

- Hoyte Wiley, we just got word they picked him up

an hour ago and they're flying him back to Arizona City.

He's been holed up in Ohio for two months.

- Just isn't our day, is it?

- Honey Bunch, come here, Honey Bunch, let's eat.

Poor baby's getting so old she can hardly see.

- She can still eat, look at her go.

- I'll tell you something, she wouldn't do that for me.

I had to hand feed her.

- (laughs) Okay, let's see what we have for us.

- Are you inviting us to dinner?

- According to my watch, I'd say it's about time

we went out and had a bite to eat someplace.

What do you say to Mozzerino's?

A little veal picante?

- Well, I've got to walk Honey Bunch later

and I think it's gonna be raining.

Bill, I'm really frustrated.

I couldn't smile at a waiter to save my life.

- Could you smile at me?

- Oh, you two.

- Let me see what I have here.

- Why don't I make the salad?

Tell her what a good salad I make.

- She makes a great salad. - I bet.

- You got any cucumbers?

She's great at cucumbers.

- Yes, and carrots. - Give me the carrots.

- Tell you what, right after dinner,

why don't we take Honey Bunch for a walk

and we'll pack you off to Pepper's for the night, okay?

- What?

- Yeah, we talked about it

and I think Bill's right.

Wiley is locked up, Hawkins is out of the picture

and Sara's murder, that could be the start

of some new pattern.

There's someone out there all wrapped up in hate.

- Yes, for policewomen.

In case you forget, that's what I am.

I'm a cop.

I have a gun, I know how to use it,

and this place has more locks than San Quentin.

- I'd like it if you'd spend the night at Pep's.

- I've got sole, crab au gratin, lasagna,

lasagna, lasagna.

- Listen, do you have any lasagna?

- I'll look.

(mysterious instrumental music)

(doorknob rattling)

(doorknob rattling)

- Police.

Who is it?

- [Man] It's me.

- Who is me?

- [Jeremy] Jeremy.

- Mr. Jenkins!

- Jeremy Jenkins at your service, sergeant.

What are you doing here?

- I live here, remember?

You and your wife live two doors down.

- Well, as long as I'm here.

- It's late, Mr. Jenkins.

(dog whining)

(dog barking)

(glass shatters)

(Liz screaming)

(dog whimpering)

- [PA Voice] Dr. Mike Bedford.

- I'm Sergeant Crowley.

- Sergeant Crowley, I'm Dr. Lieberman.

- Is she still alive?

- Yeah, thanks to the neighbor who found her and called us.

- Is she gonna make it?

- We're trying, can't be sure about that.

She's in intensive care.

- I want to see her.

- Sergeant, only family is allowed in there.

- It's okay, I'm her family.

- We'll stay only a few minutes.

(heart monitor beeping)

- Joe?

- Yeah, Pep, we just talked to her neighbor.

Named Volpe, lives next door to Liz.

- What's he got?

- He said something about the storm

kept him awake last night.

He thought he heard shots, so he went to the window,

saw a male Caucasian run to a car, get in it,

and drive off.

Late model Pinto, dark color.

But he was able to get the first three numbers

of the license, 746.

- 746, you checked with DMV?

- They traced it to a rental company, name of Big Val.

You know they have seven outlets,

so we rounded up the general manager.

He says he thinks it's his place in Brandon.

- I think this may be what you're looking for, Sergeant.

It's our only 746.

- Is the car here?

- No, the client returned it about an hour ago,

then this father and his son came in.

They were going to Tahoe or something

and they just rented it and drove it off.

- You mean the car's not here?

- No.

- This Frank Navarre, is he the one that turned it in?

- Yes, an out of towner from New Orleans.

The license plate there.

- He rented it, right?

- Yes, sir.

- Had he ever been in before?

- Yes, a week ago yesterday.

A different car, same customer.

- What did he look like?

- Look like?

He was very ordinary looking, in his 30s.

34, 33, maybe a little bit younger.

- Tall or short?

- Medium, I'd have to say medium.

Maybe a little taller than medium.

- Pep, look at this, Navarre.

Today he signed it with one R, last week with two.

- Let's move on that.

- Miss, you want to go down to headquarters

with us, please?

- Look, if this is just about a stolen license

or something...

- It's more than just a stolen license, believe me.

- But I'm alone here.

- I understand.

You want to call your boss and tell him you're closing up

for a while?

Just tell him two cops want you to go down

and look at some pictures, okay?

Thanks very much.

- He isn't any of these men.

- Okay, try this one.

Please, take your time, just keep looking, all right?

- I got that New Orleans number.

Talked to an old woman, she could hardly speak English.

You know my French.

All I could gather was that this Navarre was at work

and wouldn't be home until tonight.

(phone ringing)

- Nothing yet, huh?

- No.

- Sergeant Crowley's office.

Yes.

Yes.

I see.

- [PA Voice] Dr. Mansfield, Dr. Mansfield.

Report to X-Ray.

- I'm sorry, we did everything we could.

She died just a few minutes ago.

- Thank you.

- [PA Voice] Dr. Inman, report to the resident doctor.

(Bill sobbing)

- The landlady said her husband took the dog to the park.

They won't be gone long.

You want to drive over?

- Why don't we just wait?

- This was left with the landlady for Liz.

The ship's photographer.

"Dear Liz, we pulled in yesterday

"after another mad, gay seven days.

"Sorry you weren't home, but I thought I'd drop these off

"rather than mail them, you know that service, Jim.

"PS, I'll try to phone you for a quick hello

"before we sail again tonight."

Do you want to see them?

- She had a nice time, didn't she?

- Looks that way.

Bill.

I know hunches are just that, hunches.

- I'm sorry, Pep, what did you say?

- I have a hunch.

Frank Navarre, that stolen driver's license.

Suppose, just maybe, maybe,

it was stolen from him aboard ship.

He might have been a passenger on the same ship as Liz.

We could check that out.

Do you remember the day Liz got back last week?

She told you she had lost her address book.

I thought she was just putting you on,

but what if she didn't lose it?

See what I'm getting at?

- Yeah, go ahead.

- What if, let's say what if,

somebody lifted it from her purse

or it was taken from her cabin?

It was filled with addresses like Sara's.

Sara Rossi was murdered exactly one week ago.

The night the ship got in.

What I'm trying to get at is

what if the killer worked on the ship

and murdered Sara using the same MO as Wiley

to throw us off?

Wiley's case was written up in the papers for weeks,

for months.

- But he was really after Liz, is that what you mean?

- Possible.

- Pepper, what's the name of that steamship line?

- Shelley, L-L-E-Y.

- Remember the name of that funny lady

she said was her cabin mate?

The one who smoked the pipe?

Remember her name?

Mrs. Nemerover, if my theory is right,

could you tell us if there might have been somebody

on board ship, maybe even a crewman.

- Who wanted to kill her?

No, he'd have to be demented, a totally deranged mind.

No, they were all so fond of her.

Aside from her being so pretty, she was just herself.

Elizabeth.

Oh, oh no, I couldn't.

- What is that, Mrs. Nemerover?

- No, it would be an accusation that I couldn't

be certain of, so it would be unjust, wrong,

my conscience wouldn't...

- Would you please?

- Elizabeth and I, we ate together at the same table

as another couple.

The Mosses from San Diego, sweet people.

And they assigned us a waiter,

a young man by the name of Albert, Al.

And he was obviously very attracted to Elizabeth.

Oh, he wanted to, how do they say it these days?

Wanted to come on with her.

Pleasantly but persistently.

Of course at first it maybe flattered her,

but then it began to bother her

and she began to talk to me about him.

About how she'd be dancing with someone

and he'd be there, off in the corner of the lounge,

just watching her.

I told her, I said, "Elizabeth, dear,

"you shouldn't let that bother you.

"He's just lonely and a little lovesick."

This is the picture that I took at the captain's gala.

There's Elizabeth and here are the Mosses.

And there's he, the waiter, Al.

(police sirens wailing)

- That's Mead's bunk.

- Joe, check on that.

- Albert Mead, this is it.

- It's Liz's address book.

You say this man is not yet on board?

- No, sergeant, but the crew is due back within the hour.

- Get those black and whites off the dock.

Two guys down there.

Hey Pete, hey Joe?

- Yeah, Bill?

- Yeah, William?

- Let's get all these uniformed officers out of sight.

We don't want this guy making us first.

- Right, let's go.

- It's him.

(exciting instrumental music)

(all shouting)

- It ain't worth it, man.

- I'm gonna have a brandy, you want one?

- Yeah, I guess so.

(dog whimpering)

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

- It was good seeing all those people.

A lot of people loved her.

Bill, Liz used to ask your advice on a lot of things.

She asked you if you thought she'd make a good cop.

And you told her yes.

That was the right answer because that's what she wanted.

I hope you know you did the right thing.

Do you know you did?

- Hey, Honey Bunch.

Dumb name for a dog.

(Police Woman theme)

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