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Hello, Roger.

How's the game?

Fine, Terence.

Haven't seen the Medusa,
have you?

If you mean Etta,
she's probably somewhere,

staying out of your way.

Really, my dear? | don't think
you want to talk to me that way.

| don't think she wants
to talk to you at all.

That's not very kind of you, Roger.

Or very wise, considering
what we both know about...

You struck me.

Oh, you're lucky
you're such a twerp.

Otherwise,
I'd flatten that nose of yours

so you couldn't poke it in
where it doesn't belong.

He actually slapped me, Joseph.
You saw.

A simple misunderstanding, sir,
I'm certain, nothing more.

- There will be more. A lot more.
- Not this evening, sir.

- Well, | have to see Etta.
- That won't be this evening either, sir.

Well, why not? Where is she?

Mr. Aubury, sir,
you are in no condition to speak

with anyone of position
at the moment.

Least of all, Etta Randolph.

All right, all right, Joseph,
you're a good man.

You know, that relic
from the Barbary Coast

doesn't know what she has in you.

- My car.
- | think not.

| have a taxicab
waiting for you, Mr. Aubury.

It looked as though
you might be needing one.

Oh, that's very good of you.

I'll have your car delivered
in the morning, sir. Taxi.

1212 Adams, please.

Oh, no, no, no. What time is it?

Precisely 13 minutes to 12, sir.

Precisely?

Well, that's precisely
too early for me.

You take me to the Crown Room.

You tell Etta to call me
tomorrow at noon. Precisely.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Drive on.

You.

What do you think
you're doing here?

You have no right to be here.

- Hi.
- Morning, lieutenant.

- Yeah.
- Who is he?

Name's Terence Aubury, publisher.

Terence Aubury.

- You know who found him?
- Inside, guy named Osborne.

He shares the apartment.

Any idea when it happened?

Neighbour thinks
he heard a shot about 2:30.

He said he thought it came from
the outside, a backfire or something.

The place is really torn apart inside.
Looks like a burglary.

You've got it all figured.
So why did you roust us out of bed?

Mike, | think a small calibre.
Thirty-two, maybe.

I'll check it.

Somebody was expecting him
as soon as he opened the door.

Mr. Osborne.

Lieutenant Stone, Homicide.

You found the body?

Yes.

Wanna tell me about it?

Well, | was out of town this evening
on business.

And when I came back...

What time was that?

Oh, about 3 or 3:15.

Anybody else have a key
besides you and Mr. Aubury?

Oh, no.

No one that | know of, no.

- No one at all, huh?
- No.

Thought | recognised his name.

This is Aubury's mag.

Favored Few.

Read this, you'll know all there is to know
about San Francisco's bluest bloods.

Or dirty laundry.

Editorial office is on Kearny.

Maybe we ought to have it secured.

What do you think? Scandal sheet?

Aubury comes in, finds an intruder?

What do you make of this?

"Etta's at 10:00."

So who's Etta?

Well, there's only one Etta | know
in San Francisco.

Etta Morris Randolph.

She was maybe, oh, 16
when old John J. Randolph

found her in a chorus line.

One of those old places
on the Barbary Coast.

He was in his 60s.

And he died happy.

Yeah, well, | should hope so.

And she inherited a bundle.

A lot of money, that's right.

How come you know
so much about her?

| read the papers.

So do I.

Yeah, well, she's never been
too big in the sports page.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Can | help you?

Yes.

Are you Mrs. Randolph?

No. I'm Miss Randolph.

Oh, | beg your pardon.

That's all right.
It happens all the time.

If you want to see Granny,
you'll have to see Joseph.

And who is Joseph?

He is Granny's major-domo.

Joseph.

Joseph.

Yes, Miss Julia?

They want to see Granny.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not possible.

Police?

This way, gentlemen.

If you'll wait right here,
I'll announce you.

Thank you.

Not bad.

If you like this sort of thing.

Hi, Mommy.

My mother's not feeling well.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Granny doesn't usually
have visitors before noon.

If she yells,
just don't pay any attention.

We won't.

The madam will see you now.

Thanks for the tip.

Come in, boys.

Joseph, you lied to me.

They're beautiful.

| love policemen.

What's your problem?

This is Lieutenant Stone, madam.

- Lieutenant.
- And...

I'm Inspector Keller.

Well, things are looking up
at city hall.

Thank you, Joseph.

Oh, just a second.

- You were at the party last night?
- Yes, sir.

Then | think you'd better stay.

| assure you,
it was a very orderly bash.

I'm sure it was.

But what happened to one
of your guests afterwards wasn't.

We understand
a Mr. Terence Aubury was invited.

Not hardly.

| wouldn't invite
that little worm to my funeral.

But he was here.

Insufferably.

He suffered a little himself last night.

He's in the morgue this morning.

Terence is dead?

That's right.

Joseph, lace my tomato juice.

That sort of news
calls for a celebration.

Well, it sounds like the two of you
were not very close.

That's no secret.

But | didn't kill the little weasel.

Nobody said he was killed.

Of course somebody killed him,
and long overdue too.

Well, then, maybe
you can give us a name.

| can give you a whole list.

Joseph, where's my copy
of the social register?

Just like that, huh?

You'd better believe it, baby.

Terence Aubury
was the bottom of the barrel.

No.

That dreary little cipher made his living
off other people's miseries.

Blackmail?

That's how he kept
that yellow rag of his alive.

He'd find something unprintable
about somebody

and then offer not to print it

if they'd buy
a couple of hundred subscriptions.

Did he ever try to blackmail you?

He tried.

He threatened
to reveal my lurid past.

Sure, | was a chorus girl,

and no better
than | should have been either.

But what he didn't know is
| was proud of my past.

Still am.

So | sent him
a magnum of champagne.

| told him to go ahead and print it.

He never forgave me.

But he never messed
with me again either.

So you don't know who did it.

No clues, no leads,
no grubby little fingerprints?

No nothing.

By any chance, do you know
what time he left your party?

| haven't the foggiest notion.

Mr. Aubury left at approximately
a quarter of 12, madam.

| called a taxi for him.

Is that when the party ended?

I'd be in lots better shape
this morning if it had.

What time did we close
the place down, Joseph?

The last guest left
about 3:00, madam.

Terence Aubury left
at a quarter to 12?

Are you sure he left
all that free liquor so early?

He had overindulged, madam.
As usual.

| thought it best.

You asked him to leave?

Well...

What, did something happen?

It was nothing, really.

Why don't you tell us anyhow?

He had a slight altercation
with Mr. Maxwell.

- With Roger?
- Yes, madam.

They had words.
Mr. Maxwell slapped him. That was all.

Good for him.

| didn't think old Roger had it in him.

Is that the Mr. Maxwell who's...?

Head of the Merchant Bank.

And a real softie.
He wouldn't kill a fly.

Someone apparently did.

Do you happen to have the guest list
from last night?

Joseph will give it to you.

Anything else, boys?

Oh, we'll keep in touch if there is.

Anytime.

Like | said, | love policemen.

Here are the lists, lieutenant.

Two hundred and twenty
of the very best people.

Joseph, how many of these people
would you say

bought subscriptions the hard way?

I'd say about half, sir.

He was busy, wasn't he?

Well, even the very best people
have their little secrets.

Yeah, well, maybe this time,
he came up with something

that wasn't so little.

You check out Aubury's last stand?

Randolph said he went directly
to the Crown Room.

Seven or eight drinks later,
he caught a cab, went directly home,

arriving at 2:30.

No trouble en route.

What about the car?

Parking attendant
delivered it this morning.

Keys were in it all night.

Which means anybody
could have borrowed it,

driven it to Aubury's, killed him,
then came back.

Which means
we still got 220 suspects.

Two hundred and nineteen.
| checked out Aubury's roommate.

Osborne.
He was in Sacramento like he said.

What about Maxwell, the slapper?

Well, | was just gonna go
to see him.

Do you know that he sits on the boards
of five companies?

Yeah, take a look.

Here it is, five companies.

Steve, why don't you go
to Terence Aubury's editorial office

and see what you can find?

- Any special names?
- Yeah.

Somebody who can afford
to pay $50,000 in a cleaning bill.

You got his bank account?

Here.

Five months, five deposits.

Each one $10,000 in cash.

Over and above the normal deposit.

Maybe 50 grand would be
worth killing for. What do you say?

Five monthly withdrawals
of $5,000 each.

He's a big spender
or he's got a partner.

What do you think? Double-cross?

I'm beginning to think
there are more reasons to kill Aubury

than we have suspects.

Oh, listen, | put a lock on that door.

Here's the key.

- There.
- Okay, I'll see you.

Yeah.

Oh, it's your set.

- Mr. Maxwell?
- Yes.

- Lieutenant Stone?
- That's right.

My wife, Louise.
Louise, Lieutenant Stone.

- Hello.
- He works for the police department.

| assume this has to do
with Terence Aubury.

Yes, it does.

And | understand that last night

the two of you
had something going on there.

Well, | slapped him in the face,
if that's what you mean.

| should have decked him.

Now, if that little scum
wants to press charges--

No, no, no, he won't be doing that.
He's dead.

Dead?

Someone shot him last night.

Oh, my God.

Killed him?

But why?

Well, | was hoping you could tell me.

Why did you slap him?

Well, according to your book,
lieutenant,

he was drunk and disorderly.

According to mine,
he was completely out of line.

Did he try to sell you
a block of subscriptions?

Now, look, Stone.

| don't intend
to answer any more questions.

You can speak
to my attorneys if you like.

Roger.

| think, under the circumstances,
we owe the lieutenant the truth.

- | was buying the subscriptions.
- Oh, Louise.

It was our one
and only separate vacation.

Two years ago.

A beach boy in Barbados.

It seemed a small price to pay
to keep a cheap moment private.

So why the slap?

Well, | told you,
he'd been coming on real strong.

He asked us
if we'd seen Mrs. Randolph,

and we told him no,
we hadn't seen her all evening.

Then he grabbed my arm,
| slapped him. It's as simple as that.

You hadn't seen Mrs. Randolph?

No. She was upstairs, | suppose.

Poor Joanna wasn't feeling well.

- Poor Joanna?
- That's her daughter.

She hasn't been right
since her marriage.

A bad one.

She married her chauffeur.

Marriages like that
are complete disasters.

It's better to go to Barbados,

especially if you're involved
with somebody like Reed.

- Reed?
- John Reed. Her husband.

If Joanna is sick,
it's only because of him.

What do you mean, sick?

Well, | don't mean to gossip.

Well, there has been talk of drugs,

but nobody seems to know
the whole story.

Except Joanna.

And her mother.

And maybe Terence Aubury.

Lieutenant,
my husband didn't kill Terence,

and neither did Joanna.

And as for Etta,

well, she might call him out
and horsewhip him,

but she wouldn't waste
a good bullet.

Okay.

Okay, thank you very much.
I'm sorry | interrupted your game.

- Goodbye.
- No problem.

Inspectors 81 to Headquarters.

Inspectors 81.

Ten-four. Any messages?

Inspectors 81, we've been advised
Inspector Keller has been injured

and is at Central Emergency.

- Will you respond?
- Ten-four, I'm on my way.

Okay, to your right.

Okay, you can get up now.

- Is he all right, doc?
- Yeah, a few cuts and a bruised ego.

If | were you,
I'd take it easy for a day or so.

Well, | think
you should tell that to the lieutenant.

| learned one thing in the Army.
| never tell anything to lieutenants.

- I'm telling you.
- Okay.

- See you later.
- All right, thanks a lot, doc.

He's right, you don't look too good.
Come on, I'll drive you home.

- Give me that.
- Thank you.

- Oh, man.
- Here.

- You're okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- You sure?
- I'm sure.

Okay. Easy, easy.

- Nothing bothers you?
- No, nothing.

Okay, now tell me what happened.

- You wanna hear it step by step?
- Step by step.

Okay, | go up to Aubury's office.

| find the lock on the door
has been broken.

So | bop on in, and what do | find?
A fire in the wastebasket.

| go to put it out,
somebody hits me over the head.

By the time | get it together,
the guy's halfway down to his car.

- Did you get a good look at him?
- Yeah, a good shot of his tailpipes.

- Good driver?
- Professional.

Like a chauffeur, maybe.

- You got somebody in mind?
- Yeah.

Come on,
let's check out Aubury's files.

| got a hunch. Come on, let's go.

Look under the R's.

For Randolph?

For Reed.

It's the only one that's not there.

Bingo.

John Reed.

Recognise him?

- Could be.
- "John Vincent Reed."

He's married to, or was,
to Mrs. Randolph's daughter.

Before that, he was her chauffeur,
and before that,

a professional stock-car racer.

Aubury kept a complete file.
How about this?

"Convicted: possession of narcotics,
Phoenix, 1961.

Arrested: same offence,
Seattle, '64 and '65.

And one for suspicion of sale
and distribution, '68. No conviction."

Sounds like a real junkie.

Well, that fits too.
Here's the Randolph file.

It's been cleaned out,
but there's a few notes.

One of a little girl.

"Julia Reed, born 4-13-66.
Saint Mary's Hospital."

Heroin addiction.

Mother was addicted
while she was carrying.

Yep.

- Anything else?
- Something about legal papers.

"Draw legal complaint, hold for file."

Call Narco, see if they can
come up with Reed's address.

And then find out
who did Aubury's legal work.

And I'm gonna take

Mrs. Etta Morris Randolph.

| could shoot the eyebrows
out of a gnat when | was 15.

And | still can.

| believe you.

Look, lieutenant,

| was sweet and charming
with you this morning.

But then, you were in my parlour.

Now you're in my trophy room.

So, what do you want?

| wanna talk to your daughter.

- Sorry, she's ill.
- | know that.

And | know how ill she's been.

You have been busy, haven't you?

Pretty busy.

For instance,
| Know that five months ago,

you cashed in
$50,000 worth of securities.

And every month since then,

you've been withdrawing
$10,000 in cash.

May | ask why?

| needed pocket money.

Oh, that's an awful lot
of pocket money.

Depends on the kind of pants
you're wearing.

Yeah, | guess
you've got something there.

Aubury's been blackmailing you,
hasn't he?

You've been paying him off

to keep your daughter's addiction
out of his dirty mail.

You know,
| keep trying to like you, lieutenant.

But you're making it very difficult.

Well, then, maybe I'd better
go to your daughter and talk to her.

No.

Mrs. Randolph,

I'm investigating a murder.

| heard that this morning.

| hadn't heard
you suspected my daughter.

| could go for a subpoena.

| see.

All right.

Last night,
while some nice civic-minded citizen

was killing Terence Aubury,

my daughter
was under a doctor's care.

His name is Anthony Carson,
if you'd care to verify it.

| may do that.

And where were you last night?

You know, | could have you fired
for even asking that question.

That still doesn't answer it.

No. And | don't intend to.

Joseph.

Stay out of my affairs, lieutenant,
or | might just have your badge.

Is that understood?

Yes, ma'am.

Now you understand me.

| don't work for you.

| work for all the people
in the city of San Francisco.

And right now, my job is to find out
who killed Terence Aubury.

If you don't wanna help me,
that's fine.

But don't fight me.

Because there's no way you win.

Lieutenant.

| was gonna have Joseph show you,
but | think you know where you can go.

Excuse me.

- I'm looking for Joe Reed.
- He's not here.

- Do you know when he'll be back?
- Who knows?

But he works here, doesn't he?

Yeah, when he's not stoned.

You know where | can find him?

Wherever he can get a fix.
The guy was looking bad when he left.

Thank you for all the help.

Hey, nothing against you.

But the guy tried to turn my sister on,
you know?

| don't have much to do with him.

Okay, if he comes on by,
give me a call, will you?

Sure.

Is she still on drugs?

No.

So, what happened last night?

Lieutenant, one answer
does not necessarily lead to another.

You know I'm not at liberty
to discuss my patients.

| Know. | know that.

She's such a lovely girl too.

But I've got a murder to solve.

If | have to pull her in to give her
to the DA, I'm gonna do that.

Now, can she take the pressure?

No, she's not that stable.

Lieutenant, she is not involved.

| put her under sedation
last night at 8:00.

She would have been sound asleep
by midnight.

Did you bandage her wrist?

| happened to see her this morning.

Her left arm was bandaged.

Doc.

| can smell suicide.

All right, lieutenant.

Then you also know
how emotionally weak she still is.

And how she could be harmed
with any more pressure.

What | don't know
is what set her off last night.

And what I'm thinking

might involve murder.

Joanna.

Mother, | have to talk to John.

You are not going anywhere.

And certainly
not anywhere near John Reed.

Don't you understand?

He wants Julia.
He wants to take her away from me.

No, he doesn't. He wants money.

- Now, come on, give me your coat.
- No.

| have to see him.
If he files the papers--

But he won't.

That was all Terence's idea.

Darling, believe me.

They cannot hurt you anymore.
It's all over.

What do you mean?

That's not important right now.
What's important is for you to get well.

| want you to come upstairs
and lie down. Doctor said--

You bought them off.

You paid them what they wanted.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
I'm so ashamed about everything.

| was afraid
you weren't going to do it.

Honey,

some people you never pay off.

Especially
people like Terence Aubury.

A leech like that,

once he gets hold of you,
he never lets go.

You didn't pay them?

No. And you won't have to either.

Mother, | can't fight like you.
Not in court.

Yes, you can.

In court, in the street.
In the gutter, if you have to.

Did you call the police?

Is that why they were here?

Terence Aubury
was killed last night.

The police thought | might know
something about it.

Killed?

Yes.

So you see,
you won't have to worry anymore.

How did he die?

He deserved to die.
Let's leave it at that.

- Madam.
- Yes, Joseph, what is it?

Mr. Reed, madam,
in the music room.

Get out of my house.

Hey, hey, take it easy, will you?

| just came by to see my little girl.
Where is she?

At school, where she belongs.

Why don't you go back
to wherever you belong?

Hey, wait a minute, she's my daughter,
you know. | got a right to visit her.

You sold all your rights.

No, no, no, | don't think so.

As a matter of fact, | wanted to talk
to you about that because--

Hello, Joe.

Goodbye, Joe. Goodbye.

- John.
- Let me handle this, Joanna.

Hey, now, just wait a minute, okay?
Before you blast off, okay?

Now, | know what you're thinking.

But | had nothing to do
with these papers and that is gospel.

You're a bloody liar.

Okay, look. Okay.

| sold Aubury some bad news
and we split the action.

But, | mean, hey, look,
| got a need, you know.

| mean, hey, Jo,
you know how it is. | mean...

Look, as far as I'm concerned,
there's nothing wrong with the old deal.

I'll still Keep quiet, | promise | will.

The old deal is dead,
and so will you be

if you ever try to squeeze
another penny out of us.

| mean it, Reed. Now, get out.

Hey, baby. Hey, look, look.

Hey, baby, | owe the man, baby.

| mean, | can't talk to her,
you can, and...

Hey, look, baby,
| owe the man, you know.

| need help. | need help.

You always will, Johnny.

Do you want me to use these, huh?

Is that what you want?
You want me to use these?

You do what you have to do.
And so will |.

I'm gonna use these.
That's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna use them.

May | help you?

Well, | sure hope so.

| understand
your firm handles the legal work

for a Mr. Terence Aubury,
a publisher.

Yes, The Favored Few.
That would be Mr. Osborne.

- Osborne.
- Yes, Edmund Osborne.

He's handled Mr. Aubury's affairs
for years.

Well, could | talk to him, please?

Well, he didn't come in today.
He said he wasn't feeling well.

- Perhaps | could find--
- No, that's okay, it's all right.

Thank you very much.

Get an ambulance!

Yeah, that's right, baby.

She's with me. She's...

She's having a great time too.

- Johnny.
- He's lying. Give me the phone.

Joseph, where's Julia?

Reed went to the school.

He told them that Julia
was staying with him this weekend.

Oh, no.

Reed.

Hello, Mama.

| thought
you weren't talking to me anymore.

You bring her back here at once.

No, no, no.

| don't come crawling to you anymore.
You come to me.

And this time,
you bring a whole different attitude

about what | am worth.

Or maybe next time my daughter
and me have a little visit,

she learns a lot more
about what her old man does.

And she learns firsthand. You dig?

I'll kill you, Reed.

Hey, there's no need
for that kind of talk, Mama.

Oh, look, you know
how easy | am to buy, right?

So why don't you just
bring some money along instead

and write me off for good?

Say maybe

$100,000?

By 5:00.

Joanna knows where.

Otherwise,

I'm sure I'm gonna be seeing
a lot more of my little girl

than | have been lately.

Mother, what is it?

What is it?

Just a moment.

| think we'd better have a talk inside.
You too.

Not now, please.
You don't understand.

Lieutenant Stone.

| would advise you to stay out
of our affairs. | told you before--

We're gonna talk right now,
either here or downtown.

- Madam, | think it best--
- Joseph, be quiet.

Mother, we've got less than an hour.

I'll give you five minutes.

It will take longer than five minutes,
Mrs. Randolph.

| want you to tell me
everything you Know about John Reed.

Mother, tell him.

He's got Julia. He wants $100,000.

We have to go pick it up now
and get it to him by 5:00.

What, he kidnapped her?

No, he is her father.
She wanted to go with him.

She'll wanna go with him again
and we can't stop her.

So you were gonna
give him the money?

We have no choice.

He's an addict,
and he always will be.

| don't want him
around my granddaughter.

Not after what he did to Joanna.

| don't want the same thing
to happen to her.

- Where were you gonna meet him?
- A park, near where we used to live.

McLaren Park.

Police. Hold it!

Look, | had a deal with Aubury, right?
It was sweet too.

Till his roommate got into it.

- Who's that, Osborne?
- Yeah.

He's the one
who drew up those papers

and put my name on it.

"Demanding custody of Julia

on the grounds her natural mother,
a heroin addict, was unfit."

Yeah, | had nothing to do
with those papers.

| didn't know nothing about them
until | found them in Aubury's office.

Yeah, what were you doing there?

Oh, come on, | mean, when | read
Aubury's name in the papers,

| figured | better get my name
out of his files. | mean...

Listen, | just wanted out
of the whole scam, you know.

So they cut you out for $100,000?

That's right.

Tell me something.

How did they know
they could collect without you?

Oh, come on, that old dame.

| mean, she's crazy about my kid.

She'd do anything.

You wanna know who killed Aubury,

why don't you find out
where she was last night, huh?

His alibi checks.
Woman's name, address.

He was stoned out of his skull all night.
Even the neighbours complained.

Oh, you see that? I'm innocent.

| am innocent. Innocent.

- You are innocent.
- Yeah.

Do you know what, my friend?

I'm gonna nail you for everything
and anything you ever did.

Art, come in here.

Take him downstairs.

Hey, | didn't do nothing.

You're innocent.
You're innocent, | know that.

You ready
for some more bad news?

Yeah, what's that?

Coroner's report verifies

that Aubury was killed
with a .32 calibre automatic.

Now, | checked with
Gun Registration,

and Mrs. Randolph,
she owns a .32 calibre.

And she could shoot the eyes
out of a gnat when she was 15.

Nothing. Nothing.

| just can't see her killing anybody.

Well, Aubury's accounted for.
He's dead.

Osborne was in Sacramento.

Joanna was sedated
and Reed was stoned.

| know. | know.

And that leaves
Etta Morris Randolph.

That will be all, Joseph.

I'd like him to stay.

I'm too tired to argue, lieutenant.

And anyway,
I've learned it doesn't pay.

| suppose Reed told you everything.

Yes, he did.

So how can | help?

- Mrs. Randolph, do you own a gun?
- Yes.

May we see it, please?

| haven't the slightest idea
where it is.

We have a search warrant,
Mrs. Randolph.

Then search.

And we also have a warrant
for your arrest.

For the murder of Terence Aubury.

Lieutenant,
you're making a very big mistake.

Sorry, but | don't think so.

You love your granddaughter
very much, don't you?

Of course | do.

You just heard that Terence Aubury
was going to take her away from you.

No.

Not from her.

From me.

Because of my addiction.

Lieutenant, my mother
couldn't have killed anyone.

| know that
because she was with me.

Because | tried to commit suicide.

Thank you, Joanna,
but they know that.

| don't think you could've known where
your mother was at 2:30 this morning.

Because a doctor
had put you to sleep.

Will you show us the gun now?

No.

- Why not?
- | destroyed it.

Mrs. Randolph.

| suggest you call your attorney.

Why?

| killed Terence, and I'm proud of it.

No, Morrie.

Shut up, Joe. Just shut up.

No.

She didn't kill him, lieutenant.

| did.

| just couldn't stand by
to watch you take your own life

because of that parasite Aubury.

| Knew your mother wouldn't pay him,
and she was right.

But he had to be silenced, so...

So | shot him.

Joe.

Oh, Joe.

After all these years, why did
you have to pick a time like this

to start talking too much?

You know the answer to that,
Morrie.

Mr. Francis, you do know
you have the right to remain silent.

Thank you, inspector, | know all that.
Thank you very much.

How, Joseph?

Did you use his car?

Lieutenant,
people like me are hyper-visible.

We're always there.

So much so that even when we're not,
people think we are.

| knew
he wasn't going straight home.

So | knew I'd have plenty of time
to greet him when he arrived.

Did you mean to kill him?

| don't know that, really.

Perhaps | just meant scare him.

| only know that when he walked
through that door and started to talk,

| hated him so much, | just--

That's something the district attorney
will have to prove in court.

And he's gonna have
a devil of a time doing it.

They're not gonna take you
away from me.

Not ever.

They might, Morrie, they might.

But at least Julia's safe now.

| just wanted to keep it all
out of the papers.

| failed you, Morrie. I'm sorry.

Joe, in all these years
you have never failed me in anything.

Morrie.

Look, I've...

| think we should go.
I'm not one for scenes.

I'm sorry.

For 30 years, the darned fool
has refused to marry me.

He said it wouldn't look right.

If you don't think I'm gonna put up
one whale of a fight

for the man | love,
you've got another think coming.

You know what | think?

| think you're quite a woman.

- Steve.
- Yeah?

Someone left these
at the front desk for you and Mike.

What?

Okay.

Thanks a lot, Bill.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Hey.
- What do you got?

| don't know. Here.

"Compliments
of Etta Morris Randolph."

- Wristwatch.
- Must have gotten one too.

It's got an inscription on it.

Oh, man.

Look at this.

- You seen my glasses anywhere?
- No.

| can't make it out.
Will you read it for me?

Yeah.

"To Lieutenant Michael Stone.

In appreciation of 23 years
of faithful service."

Here, give me that. Let me see that.

"To Inspector Steven Keller.

In appreciation
of three years of faithful service."

You know what one
of these jobbies costs?

Yeah, | know what they cost.

And they're going back.

Why? This isn't a bribe.

No, it's not a bribe.

It's a message.

What?

A message.

You've never seen a guy
receive a gold watch, have you?

In appreciation
for his faithful service?

- What, for retirement?
- That's right, retirement.

I'm not retiring.

Yeah, | know that.

But | think

Mrs. Etta Morris Randolph
is trying to tell us something.