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Thank you.

Cheryl!

Hi, Ted.

Oh, you look good
enough to devour.

[kiss] My best queen over.

Oh.

It's been the most
fantastic year of my life.

It's not over yet, sweetheart.

Cheryl, I hope you
had a good flight.

Perfect.

Thank you, as always.

Criminy, Ted,
what kind of a burg

did you book us into this year?

Will you listen to this guy?

Palm Beach, a burg?

This is the watering hole
for the rich and the raunchy.

Sonny has been
complaining for 12 years.

[kiss] Haven't you, Sonny?

Maybe it's time
he got another job.

I will die emceeing
this pageant, babe.

You know, you're history
at the end of the week.

- That's what you think.
- Hey!

Hey, hey.

What's wrong with you two?

Now, come on.

This is all about
love and beauty, huh?

This is my pageant, kids.

I won't have any fighting.

[sigh]

Mr. Meyerson!

Mr. Meyerson!

OK, you two.

Come on.

Kiss, make up.

Mr. Meyerson!

[gasp] Oh!

Well, who do we have here?

(IN SOUTHERN ACCENT)
Betty Lou Biggs.

I'm a contestant.
- Of course.

How are you, Betty Lou?

Betty Lou, you're early.

You're supposed to arrive
tomorrow with the other girls.

I couldn't wait.

I was too excited.

But we don't have
a room for you.

Get one.

This way, Miss Dixie Belle?

This way, Betty Lou.

You're in the
suite next to mine.

Ready for tonight?

I'm always ready, Teddy.

[music playing]

I was beginning to think
you weren't coming.

I had business
to take care of.

Now you can take
care of my business.

[gasp]

Not too rough.

I'll get rough, baby.

I'll give you rough.

[theme music]

[vocalizations]

I'm telling you,
this is a mistake.

[groan]

So what do you
think about the place?

It's a beautiful place.

Don't try to change
the subject, all right?

Now, this is a mistake.

These things are just
holes that you're

throwing your money into.
- Yeah.

Well, I have a
friend who has one,

and she says they're a great way
to unwind and relax after work.

So zone out in front
of the television

set like the rest of America.

Come on, let's get it up.

It's free, and you
don't have to feed it.

Right.
But you know what?

I've wanted a pet for
a really long time.

I mean, I couldn't have a dog.

I couldn't have a cat.

Because I couldn't
leave him all day, and I

never know when I'm
going to get home.

[breathing hard]

Plus, you know, fish
are really self-reliant.

I love that.

They're colorful.

They're-- they're
bright and beau--

Yeah, well, just don't get
emotionally attached, right?

Fish have got the life
expectancy of soap bubbles.

Plus, they don't
poop on the floor.

Well, that's--
that's a definite plus.

Yeah.
[phone ringing]

Yeah, hello?

Yeah, hi, lieutenant.

Sorry to bother you
at home on your day off,

but we have a homicide here
at the Pan Pacific Hotel.

The Miss Dixie Belle Beauty
Pageant is being held here,

and I am certain the press
will be all over this.

Does the murder have anything
to do with the pageant?

Oh, very much so.

The queen is dead.

[music playing]

What's up, Lieutenant?

Glad you could make it.

Over here.

Lance, you're
primary on this one.

We have a situation here.

It may require some
undercover work,

and I don't want
you burned as a cop.

Ooh, I think--

I think this would be
a perfect job for Rita.

I mean, we could send
her in as a contestant--

No!

--in the beauty pageant.

It would be so--

wouldn't she look
great in spiked heels,

a bathing suit, a little
tiara with a satin sash

right across the--

You know, I think the
job is already filled.

Now, what size
heels do you wear?

Uh, size 10 and 1/2.

Mm.

But, uh, no patent
leather, please.

It makes me look cheap.

Listen up.

We have a killer
on the loose who

has a taste for
beautiful young women

and a hotel full of
potential victims.

Now, I think our
odds would be better

working this from the inside.

What's my cover?

We'll work that out later.

But for now, I want you
to stay off the field.

I'll give Rita a ride back.

No, you should, uh-- you
should get your hair done.

And your nails.

I hate to mention it,
but they're a mess.

- Would you?
- Really.

Hell of a thing.

I was having a nice weekend.

Sexual assault?

An indication.

The lab test will
tell us for sure.

Whoever killed her
really wanted her to hurt.

She took a hell of a
beating before she died.

No sign of forced entry.

So either she let the
killer in, or he had a key.

Hm.

We should run all the hotel
employees through the computer,

see if anyone has a
record of sex crimes.

Who, uh-- who runs the pageant?

Meyerson, Meyerson.

Ted Meyerson.

He's at pageant headquarters
at the theater next door.

It's the queen's crown.

That's got a few stray
hairs on it, blonde hairs.

But they might be bleached.

Make sure you bag
these hairs, all right?

I'm going to go find Meyerson.

[music playing]

Look, I told you
press people that we'd

have a statement for you later.

Now back off.

Sergeant Lance,
Palm Beach Homicide.

Oh, um, sorry.

Got my wires crossed, but
they've been all over us.

I'm Ted Meyerson, owner and
producer of the pageant,

and this is my
assistant Dana Barclay.

I called.

We found the body.
- Who found it?

Uh, the chambermaid,
this morning.

Mr. Meyerson, I am so sorry.

TED: We're all upset, Betty Lou.

Who could have done
such an evil thing?

Well, that's exactly
what Sergeant--

Lance.

--Lance is here to find out.

Now, don't you worry.

Everything's under control.

We've double secured it,
and I'm sure the police--

You're going on
with the contest?

This is not a
contest, Sergeant.

It's a pageant,
steeped in tradition.

We must continue.

We-- we've got
television coverage,

sponsors who've bought time,
and a lot of money at stake.

My money.

It's too late to cancel
the pageant anyway.

The girls are here.

They are.

The limousines just began
arriving from the airport.

Excuse me.

Sure.

You'll have to
excuse me, Sergeant.

I have the flower of
Dixie beauty to attend to.

Guess we know where
the priorities are.

Uh, Betty Lou, right?
- Yes.

Um, do you know
Cheryl Williams?

No, Sergeant.

I saw her briefly in the lobby
last night when I arrived.

She was such a stunning girl.

Right, yeah.

You-- I love the
color of your hair.

Well, thanks!

Do you do it yourself?

Uh, no.

It's all natural.

What you see is what you get.

Yeah.

I bet.

[whistles]

Man, whoever strangled
her was strong.

Look at how deeply that
belt cut into her neck.

And the bruises.

LIEUTENANT: At least four
people from the pageant

were in the hotel at
the time of the murder.

Any contestants?

Yeah, one beauty,
skin deep and otherwise.

Huh.

Screen Stars.

A Hollywood talent agency was
supposed to supply the pageant

with a judge, an actor.

Well, I made a few calls,
Screen Stars made a few calls,

and hey, you're it, babe.

Yes, you're Chris
Lawton, a Broadway

actor who just completed
his first B-movie,

a sure-fire future star.

Well, you're arriving
from Hollywood today

ahead of schedule, so pack
your best [inaudible] ego

and call pageant headquarters
from the airport.

They'll send a limo
to pick you up.

Outstanding.

Nay, superb, superb.

Now, I'm not just going to--

I-- I need a stretch limousine.

I-- I'm going to
need a moon roof.

I don't know, TV.

Maybe one of those
dividers between me

and the limo driver--
is this going

to be a female limo driver?

Because I'm going to have to
go by Scalia, buy some rags.

I'm going to have to look
good for this thing, you know?

- Will you get him out of here?
- Mm.

Come on, marlin.

This is supposed to be
an undercover gig, not

a parallel universe.

We'll do lunch, babe.

Sushi, you and I.
Let's thank, uh--

Love you.

Well, I'd like to take
my grandmother first.

Bathing suit fits.
Is that taken care of?

Yes, fits perfectly.

Now, your talent.

What are you going to do?
- S--

Oh, excuse me.

Singing?

Mr. Lawton, I presume.

Yeah, how'd you know?

Your face isn't famous yet.

But with your looks, darling,
I'm sure you soon will be.

Welcome to the
Dixie Belle Pageant.

Mr. Meyerson and I are sure
you will make a fabulous judge.

Oh, you know, I've
been worried about that.

Oh, sweetheart, don't worry.

The rules are very simple.

In fact, there's a copy
waiting for you in your suite.

Bellman, please take
care of Mr. Lawton.

And if you need anything-- and I
do mean anything-- you call me.

Welcome aboard.

[clears throat]

Mr. Lawton, would you
sign your autograph for me?

Uh, you know who I am, too?

Not well enough, I'm afraid.

I-- I heard you were
sensational off Broadway.

And you just finished a movie?

Well, things, uh--

they seem to be going my way.

You're so lucky.

And so handsome.

Now you're going to be a judge.

I've never done one of
these contests before.

Well, I have.

Lots of them.

Maybe I could, uh,
give you some pointers?

Well, uh, Miss--

Betty Lou Biggs.

Miss Biggs.

Miss Biggs.

Well, see, as a judge, I
have to be impartial, right?

Look, I told my agent that I
wouldn't screw this thing up.

So I'm going to
go up to my room,

and I'm going to
read my rule book.

I understand, Mr. Lawton.

We're just getting started.

I'm sure there'll be
plenty of opportunity

for you and me to
become friends.

I'm sure there will.

All right, give me one.

OK, give me two.

That's good, Sal.

Now let me see what you have in
mind for the girls' promenade.

Oh, Sergeant Lance.

You startled me.

I need to ask you a few
questions, Mr. Meyerson.

Now?

Uh, yeah, now.

Could you please
turn off that light?

You know, you
look good up there.

OK, Sal, cut it.

Put on the house lights
and, uh, take five.

You ever done a
beauty contest, Rita?

Could we just get down
to business, Mr. Meyerson?

Why so formal?

Call me Ted.

You know, every little girl
dreams of being up there

on stage, spotlights on her,
knowing that she's the best,

that one day she'll
wear the crown.

I bet you did too,
didn't you, Rita?

Sergeant Lance, Mr. Meyerson.

And no, parading across a stage
is not my idea of a good time.

Did you escort Cheryl Williams
to her room last night?

Yes.

I spent half the night with her.

Cheryl and I made
love several times.

Passionate, kinky love.

Kinky love.

Did you strike her?

No.

Some girls are into that.

They like it.

Do you?

Did you strangle her?

Of course not.

I may indulge myself in
various forms of stimulation,

but murder is not one of them.

Do you know--

anyone had a reason to kill her?

No.

Cheryl was a darling girl
and a very willing partner.

Is that all, Rita?

For now.

Thank you for your time.

[music playing]

So what do you got?

A major case of
the creepy crawlies.

I mean, you could
body dip Ted Meyerson

in a vat of disinfectant, and
he would still come out dirty.

Now, I got this test results
back from Dr. Lincoln.

So far, nothing surprising.

So Meyerson had sex
with Cheryl the night

she was killed.
- Mm-hm.

But he claims that
he didn't hit her.

Oh, I guess those bruises got
there all by their lonesome.

The blows left a distinctive
mark probably made by a ring.

Look, this is, uh--
this is what the victim

was wearing when she died.

Miss Dixie Belle 1992.

Mm-hm.

They make the rings
for every pageant.

The judges get
them, the officials.

So Meyerson qualifies.
Is he wearing one?

Oh, he's got a little
white band around his finger

wear a ring probably goes.

Woof.

So what was his
motive, and why now?

I mean, strangling the outgoing
queen during coronation week--

it's a good way to nuke
your own beauty contest.

Well, maybe he gets
carried away during sex.

I mean, he claims that
he loves it kinky.

You know, it starts off with a
little light slap and a tickle,

and he gets all heated up,
and he can't help himself.

You know, you
sound like you've

got a rooting
interest in finding

out that this guy's guilty.

What rooting interest?

No, I just hate all that
the slimeball stands for.

I'll talk to you later.

I'll call you.

[music playing]

Big smile!

Big smile!

Yes, yes!

That's it, that's good.
That's good.

Take five.
We're done.

[stage construction sounds]

Hi.

I'll bet, uh, you
move really well, huh?

I'm afraid I'm not a very
good dancer, Mr. Carlisle.

Oh, well, that doesn't matter.

Maybe we can do a
number together.

I think you're doing
one on me right now.

Oh!

You know, you're pretty sharp.

That's cute.

Oh, Sonny, that's
a beautiful ring.

You-- you get this
through the pageant?

Yeah, yeah.
Ted gives them out.

I-- I've got one
for every finger.

Hi, Mr. Lawton.

Hello.

Well, uh, you'll
excuse me, won't you?

I can see that you're
partial to the judges.

Creep.

Thanks for interrupting.

Well, the rules clearly say,
no messing with the girls.

Not in public, anyway.

I'd love to talk to
you about acting.

Hm.

Maybe, uh, tonight
after curfew,

you and I could do an
improvisation together?

I'm in room 825.

You see, the rules
also say that no one

is to enter a contestant's room
without proper authorization.

And there is a, uh,
security chaperone

at every contestant's door.

Not every judge's.

- Well, uh, that's a good point.
- I like those earrings.

Oh, uh, hi, Sergeant.
Any hot clues?

Mm, yeah, a hotel full.

But so far, it looks like I'm
having the same luck you are.

Oh, I see.

I guess this must be the day
to get my ego bashed, huh?

Mm.

You know, I heard that you
and Cheryl had an argument

the night that she was killed.

What was that about?

Cheryl didn't like me.

Really, why?

She was jealous.

You know, beauty queens,
uh, wrinkle up and blow

away by the time they're 25.

And I've been walking through
jobs like this for 25 years.

[laughs]

Did you ever
make a pass at her?

Honey, I made a
pass at all of them.

Hm.

And, uh, you'd be surprised at
how good my batting average is.

Yeah, I've heard.

I also heard that Cheryl
tried to get Meyerson

to fire you several times.

Could that have been
over sexual harassment?

I'm still here, aren't I?

Look, Cheryl didn't
want to play.

That's OK.

Plenty of them do.

Besides, I, uh--
I hear things too,

like Cheryl liked it rough.

Real rough.

No pain, no flame,
you know what I mean?

Mm-hm.

It's not really my
thing, but, uh, she

knew where to go to find it.

Ted Meyerson.

Oh, you do get
around, don't you?

Hm.

Hey, can I, uh--
can I buy you a drink?

Ooh.

Strike three, Sonny.

Sorry.

Uh, excuse me, Sergeant Lance?

Yes.

Uh, I saw you talking to
Chris outside a while ago.

I was just wondering, was
that business or pleasure?

Excuse me?

You know what
I'm talking about.

He wasn't even here
when Cheryl got killed.

So he couldn't be a suspect.

I think you're just flirting.

He's a hunk, and
I saw him first.

Are you worried, Betty Lou?

Maybe you should be.

[music playing]

I waited after rehearsal.

I thought we were going
to do a private session.

Blow off, Gino.

You couldn't get
lucky in a cathouse

with a fistful of $50's!

Did you find out anything?

Sonny Carlisle has got a
pageant ring, and Roman hands,

and a major hunger for women.

I noticed.

You know, Sonny also told
me that Cheryl was into pain

and that Ted Meyerson
was the dealer.

And suddenly, he's not wearing
a ring that he always wears.

You know, I got $20 bucks
that says we find the ring,

we can match it to the
bruises on the body.

Mm.

Did you, uh-- did
you find out anything

revealing about Miss Biggs?

Oh, everything about
Miss Biggs is revealing.

Her walk, her talk--

[hisses] her wardrobe.

[groan]

You know, her hair
color matches a few strays

that we found on
the victim's crown.

So if they are Betty
Lou's, then that means

that she was in
Cheryl William's room

the night that
she was strangled?

[sigh]

Should we, uh,
get some samples?

I know.

It's going to be very difficult,
but why don't you, uh--

Yeah.

--extend yourself?

Can't this come
down a little more?

Betty Lou, I've already told.

Bust lines have to be uniform.

Nobody gets an unfair advantage.

Honey, I was born with
an unfair advantage.

If you've got it, flaunt it.

Mm.

Mr. Lawton.

What are you doing here?

Well, rule 17 of the evening
gown code clearly states,

"all gowns prior to the event
must be judged comparable

in design, color, and shape."

Now, I'm a judge,
so I'll be judging.

I don't think that's
what it's supposed to mean.

But it's all right.

All the girls are decent.

Excuse me.

[sigh]

How do I look?

Overdressed.

You trying to talk
me out of this gown?

You trying to
make me lose my job?

Of course not.

I need your support.

Oh.

All right, now, let me judge.

Thread.

Oh.

Why thank you, honey.

You're welcome.

[whistling]

[groan]

[giggling]

You wash my back,
and I'll wash yours.

Betty Lou.

I like you.

You-- you know I
like you, don't you?

Oh, I like you too, baby.

I like you a lot.

Now, one thing we can't
do-- we-- we can't do this.

This can't happen.

Are you turning me down?

No!

No, I'm not turning you down.

Look, I'm just putting you on
hold for after the contest.

Hm.

Now, you-- you've got to
get out of here and dry off.

Use my robe, use
a towel, anything

you need, but you've got to go.

[sigh]

I like that.

"On hold."

[music playing]

How did you get them?

Well, you know, she
used my hair brush.

Your hair is wet.

What?

These are wet.

Mm-hm.

Look, Dr., uh, Lincoln can
be a stickler for hygiene.

Huh.

I figured he'd rather
analyze hair that was clean.

Right.

So Betty Lou's hair is
identical to the hair

that we found on
the victim's crown.

I had the lab run separate
tests on both the hair

and the dye itself.

Bleached.

That confirms it.

She was in the victim's room.

Mm.

After Meyerson left.

I mean, he admitted that he
and Cheryl got into it as soon

as they got up to the room.

I mean, she didn't
have time to unpack,

much less take out the crown
that we found the hair in.

OK.

So Meyerson has
intercourse with her,

roughs her up, then leaves,
with Cheryl still alive.

Right.

Then Betty Lou, ambitious,
patiently waits her turn,

knocks on the door,
apologizes for the late visit,

and then proceeds to pick
Cheryl Williams' brain.

(IN SOUTHERN
ACCENT) Miss Cheryl,

how did you get to
be Miss Dixie Belle?

Do you think I could
see your crown?

Oh, do you think
I could try it on?

And don't you just think I would
look divine as your successor?

I like it so far.

Even the accent.

Then what?

Betty Lou knew that
she had a good chance

of getting away with murder.

Our test indicating that Cheryl
had sex and also took a beating

made it look like
the work of Meyerson.

I mean, he did supply
the victim with that

on a very regular basis.

And Betty Lou must have
known what was going on.

OK, so you think Betty
Lou framed Meyerson.

I think she could have, yeah.

What was her motive?

That I haven't
figured out yet.

Rita, anyone
could have followed

Betty Lou or Meyerson
into the victim's room

and strangled her.

Meyerson could have
come back himself.

Look, we're still on
square one here, all right?

Now, I'm taking a big
chance not calling

the pageant off with him
loose and three dozen

beauties wandering around.

I know.

And would you go out there
and find me the killer?

[music playing]

[sigh]

All right, I'm
Chris La-- aw, man.

A little nervous?

Oh, I can't go up there.

I've got opening
night butterflies.

Mm.

Hi.

How would you
feel about parading

around out there
in a bathing suit

in front of millions of people?

What do you mean,
millions of people?

[sigh]
- The TV audience.

Oh, man.

This is tough.

I would rather be undercover
with the mob than this.

Hi, dear.

Hi.

So did you get anything
on Betty Lou's hair?

Yeah.

It was a perfect match.

And you will be shocked to know
that she lied about her hair

being a natural blonde.

She also lied about being
at, uh, Cheryl's room.

Wait a minute.

We've got a good
horse running here.

Why do you want to--

Good evening, yes.

Why do you want to
saddle up another one?

No, I said we go into Meyerson's
room, we find the ring,

we bust him for beating her up.
- No.

The ring would prove
that he hit her.

It would not prove
that he killed her.

Now, that slot's still
open, and Betty Lou

is a definite contestant.

Come on, what motive could
Betty Lou possibly have?

[sigh]

What, you expect everything
to be served up on a platter?

No, the motive is your part.

You're the one that she's
all over like a skin rash.

[sigh]

Quiet, here she comes.

Hello, Sergeant.

Got the hounds out today?

Yeah, until I get my man.

Or woman.

Ah.

Good for you.

Well, how do I look, darling?

You look darling, darling.

Thank you.

CHRIS: You're welcome.

Well, good luck, ladies!

Ta ta.

Hurry up, Betty Lou.

Places.

[music playing]

Oh, score one
go for Miss Biggs.

You think that
I'm not impartial.

Not at all.

Darling.

Take your place, Mr. Lawton.

It's showtime.

Good evening, I'm
Christopher Lawton.

[applause]

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Now, ladies-- don't spoil me.

Now, ladies and
gentlemen, from Knoxville,

Tennessee, Miss Sally Hooper.

Isn't she lovely?

There she goes.

[applause]

Sunny Sally.

Moving across that
stage, that's it.

What a smile.

All right, now from
Mobile, Alabama,

this lady was born
on the 4th of July.

Our very own Yankee Doodle
Dandy by way of stars and bars,

Miss Heather Pachowski!

[applause]
Here she is.

Look at this.

Isn't she beautiful?

Heather, light as a feather.

You've got to change
your last name now.

OK.

Hi, Dana.

Oh, hello.

I thought only writers
did that before openings.

Producers, too.

Or, in my case, assistants
to the producers.

Well, I guess there's
nothing you can do now, right?

Only hope and pray
things go smoothly.

From Yazoo City,
Mississippi, last year's

Miss Sweet Gum Tree.

Here she is, Miss LeeAnn Rippy!

[applause]

All right!

Isn't she gorgeous?

I won this pageant.

I was the first
Miss Dixie Belle.

Really?

Mm.

Face and figure haven't
held up, but, um--

I think you look great.

Well, thank you.

You're very sweet.

But I couldn't hold a candle
to those girls anymore.

So that's why I'm
hiding out here.

Can you imagine, in
those bathing suits?

It's frightening.

I weighed 118 pounds.

I had a 20-inch waist
and skin like alabaster.

So how long have you been
working on the pageant?

Oh, Ted hired me the day
I stepped down as queen.

You know, this
pageant is my life.

I've got to go.

SONNY: All I can say is, timber!

I won!

I won the [inaudible]!

Thank you!

Thank you so much.

Congratulations, Betty Lou.

You did great!
- Thanks!

Great!

Oh.

Say hi to mom.

Now, come on, wouldn't
you have voted for her, too?

I mean, look at that.

In all fairness, absolutely.

Ha.

[clears throat]

Your body will get a rise
out of a dead man, cupcakes.

But the bathing suit
is only one event,

and we've got a long
way to go here tonight.

I know that, Mr. Meyerson.

And I will not
tolerate my girls fooling

around with any of the judges.

If they do, I disqualify them.

Sir?

Don't play naive with me!

I wrote the book on this game!

I know.

I understand.

I was wrong.

Is there any way I
can make it up to you?

Looks like you just
lost your shower buddy.

Yeah.
[quiet sobbing]

Think Meyerson can
guarantee her the contest?

No way.

He'd have to bribe
the judges, and he's

showing no sign of doing that.
- No.

But he could make her his next
conquest if he's interested.

And he looks very interested.

Mm.

Well, he just made
his first move.

Miss Bathing Suit is
playing the innocent victim

act for all it's worth.

[music playing]

TED: Why isn't our table ready?

Because we're early.

Our reservation's at 8:00.

Get us a table now.

What if it isn't ready?

Get it.

Interesting.

You're here on
business or on pleasure?

You know, Cheryl
Williams had a Miss

Dixie Belle pageant ring.

So did Sonny Barclay.

You have one?

No.

This is from another ring.

How come you
aren't wearing it?

My finger swells up sometimes.

What, from punching
helpless women?

Hey.

Do you have a charge to make, or
are you just here to arrest me?

Ted, our table's ready.

Sorry, Sergeant.

Get me a club soda.

So, are you playing the
pushy policewoman again?

Do me a favor.

Why don't you slip up
into Meyerson's room,

see what kind of rings he wears?

I'll stay here and
keep him occupied.

Black bag job.

Rita, I am shocked.

Are you suggesting we bend
the rules, that we throw out

our code of conduct
and dance dangerously

close to impropriety?

Yes, I am.

Do me a favor, though.

Don't take anything, just look.

We don't want to
taint the evidence.

Ooh!
I love your style.

[music playing]

"Miss Dixie Belle."

You finished so soon?

No more questions.

Would you rather
go downtown and talk?

I'm going to go
relieve myself.

Would you like to join me?

[door opens]

[giggling and laughing]

[man and woman groaning]

BETTY LOU: I told you I'd do
something special for you.

TED: Oh, I love it.

I love it!
BETTY LOU: Mm.

Here, here.

Lick it here.
TED: Mm, mm!

So good!

BETTY LOU: Ah.

Take your time.

Don't-- don't rush it.

TED: Oh, I-- I
can't take any more.

BETTY LOU: Aw, you're not
going to stop, are you?

TED: I've got to.
It's all I can do.

BETTY LOU: Aw.

I'm a fool for
hot fudge sundaes.

I know.

I read it in your bio.

You called it your
biggest weakness.

Mm, maybe my second
biggest weakness.

[laugh]

Mm.

Oh, hang on a second, honey.

I've got to do
something now I won't

want to stop and do later.

Who is it?

Sergeant Lance!

It's an emergency!

Hey, hey.

Don't you ever give it a rest?

Don't you?

I thought you said you
were going to watch him!

Yeah, well apparently,
he prefers Betty Lou.

What's that?

Uh, someone reported
seeing a man that was--

excuse me-- trying to,
uh, get into your room.

Well, guess he got away.

Hm.

[clears throat]

This bruise clearly
indicates the contours

of the assailant's ring.

Now compare that with this
impression of Meyerson's ring

that Chris made in
the bar of soap.

Well, that's a
pretty close match.

DR. LINCOLN: Contours
match, detail by detail.

So we know Ted
Meyerson's our hitter.

Yes, but I don't
think he's your killer.

This bruise was made by a
different ring postmortem.

You know, somebody
beat Cheryl Williams

after she was strangled.

They were trying to pin it
on her roughhouse lover Ted

Meyerson.

Right, so Meyerson
is innocent,

and we're still trying to find
the ring that fits the bruise.

It's a smaller ring with
an emerald cut stone inset.

Sonny Carlisle-- he
wears the same ring that,

uh, Ted Meyerson does, right?

Yeah.

And what about Miss Biggs?

No.

No, she's a contestant.

Contestants don't get rings.

Wait a minute.

We're overlooking somebody here.

RITA: Who?

But she's so sweet, I--

Dana Barclay.
- Yeah, right.

She's still Miss Congeniality
20 years after she won

the Miss Dixie Belle contest.

Yeah, and Meyerson
bosses her around.

He treats her like dirt.

I bet she's got
some serious anger

under that constant smile.

And she doesn't
wear a pageant ring.

Maybe there's a reason why.

Oh, man.

Just when you think you've got
the lid on it, it unspools.

The impression of a smaller
ring suggests a woman,

and that place is full of women.

So let's just take
it one at a time.

We'll start with Dana Barclay.

You should go back to the
hotel before you are missed.

And I will run this
through the computer,

and I will brief
Lieutenant Hudson.

Thanks.

Thank you, Doc.

You got it.

[phone ringing]

Dana.

Ah, Mr. Lawton.

Listen, I'm wondering
about these pageant rings.

Now, do I get one?

Of course you do!

When the pageant's over,
we'll take your ring size,

get your home address,
and send one right to you.

Fabulous.
No, you know, superb.

Now, do you get one, too?

No.

Working here is my reward.

See, I thought that
all the queens got one.

Well, I--

I had won.

I just lost it years ago.

Oh.

Well, that's too bad.

See, I collect rings, you know?

All kinds.

Now, this one right here?

Blue Zaher.

- Dana?
- Oh, Ted.

We have a problem
with the finale.

Mr. Lawton, you still
enjoying yourself?

Having a ball, baby.
Having a ball.

That's a nice tie.
- Thank you.

Good, good.

I'm going to the
hotel and change.

Ted, we have a problem.

So, uh, fix it.

[sigh]

The evening competition's
at 5:30 sharp.

Please be backstage at 5:00.

OK, Dana, baby, let's see
what you've got to hide.

We need a former queen
here to crown the winner.

It's tradition.

There's got to be somebody.

I located Marlena.

She is not available.

Why not?

Because she's married
and five months pregnant!

What about the girl who
was queen two years ago.

What's her name, um--
[snaps]

Sandra Hayes.

We don't have time to locate
her and bring her here.

Dammit!

I need a former
queen here, tonight!

[sigh]

What about you?

Me?

Oh, I couldn't!

You've got to.

Now, come on, Dana.

I'm-- I'm in a bind here.

I wouldn't know what to do!

You've already done it once.

That was a long time ago.

It's perfect.

You were my first queen.

Come on, you've got
to do this for me.

I'll-- I'll make sure
you're protected.

Flowing gown.

We'll stay above
your hips on camera,

soft focus your close-ups.

Sure, it'll be fun.

Kind of like old times.

You know, we were
great lovers, Ted.

"Beauty and the Beast,"
I used to call us.

Do you really find me
so unattractive now?

That's over, Dana.

You know I was
sleeping with Cheryl.

I knew about all the other
queens, all your conquests.

But I stood by you.

I love you.

I'm not using you like
those other women.

Dana, don't.

We were the best.

You won't find anything better.

[scream]

Is that all you want?

Is that all that's left in you?

Is rage?

No, bitch.

I'm as potent as gangbusters.

I just don't want
you again ever!

I was going to can
you after tonight

and replace you with Cheryl.

So after the finale,
you're out of here.

You're history!

[groan]

You think I didn't
know I was out?

You think not having
the same suite

next to you after all these
years was a mystery to me?

[groan]

Oh, man.

Nothing, nada, nor nichts.

Dana Barclay was
on the computer.

Get this.
- Come in.

The first one is
the year that Dana won

the Miss Dixie Belle contest.

She filed charges
against Ted Meyerson

for sexual assault and battery.

Man of old habits.

She drops the charges,
she becomes his assistant.

A logical
out-of-court settlement.

OK, the next entry
was a year ago.

After two decades of
love me, punch me,

Dana decides to turn the tables
instead of the other cheek.

The police break up a brawl
in Atlanta during which

Dana breaks Ted's nose.

Now he's going to press charges,
and he decides to let it slide.

Broke his nose, huh?

She must throw a
hell of a punch.

Now, if she could take down
a man Meyerson's size--

Then our queen Cheryl
would be grossly overmatched.

See, Dana finds out that
Ted's having an affair with her.

She flips out.

She decides to make this one
competition that Cheryl loses.

Works for me.

Where's Chris?

I'm on my way to him now.

I'll see you.

Good work, Rita.

Thanks!

Excuse me.

Mr. Lawton, can I help you?

Ah, Sergeant
Lorenzo, Palm Beach

Police Department, actually.

I thought you were an actor.

I need some information.

Sure.

Ah, Dana Barclay.

Did she leave any valuables
in the hotel safe?

Yes, I believe she did.

I'd like to see him.

Well, that's impossible.

I can't open the hotel
safe for the police

without a search warrant.

[sigh]

All right, what about
the hotel manifest?

I'd like to see
the card file that

lists everything she deposited.

I can't do that either.

It would make the hotel liable
for, uh, invasion of privacy.

You know what, you're right?
You're right.

That's the thing to do.

I'll call my
lieutenant, and I'll

have her bring down a warrant.

We'll bring a squad
of officers down,

we'll close off the lobby
for four or five hours.

It'll be in your
busiest part of the day.

I'm sure your boss will
get some complaints

about the inconvenience.

But that's the right
thing to do, right?

Thank you.

Badger, Banson--
Barclay, Barclay.

One pearl necklace.

Gold pageant ring with
an emerald cut stone

deposited on Tuesday.

It's the morning
after the murder.

Thank you.

[music playing]

Ted?

T-- Ted, it's Betty Lou.

Ted?

Ted?

Oh, my Lord.

Ted?

Don't try to talk.

I'm going to call an ambulance.

Oh, my Lord.

Who did this to you?

Aren't you precious?

Oh!

Lady, you're crazy.

J-- just leave me alone.

I won't say anything.

Leave you alone?

Like you left me alone,
you son of a bitch?

[scream]

[groan]

You all right?

Somebody get the cuffs
on her quickly, please.

Well, this turned out
to be a hell of a contest.

Yeah, and since I'm the
last one standing, I win.

Look, that one right there.
That's Alfred, the skinny one.

Oh, Rita, you're not
listening to me, all right?

Don't get attached
to these things.

You're setting yourself
up for heartache

later on when you have to
flush them down the toilet.

Don't curse my tank.

All right.

You want to give them
the Viking funeral,

your choice, all right?
But they die.

Oh, come on.

Your shoulder can't still hurt.

What-- hey, Dana Barclay
was a black belt, all right.

So much for the weaker sex.

I'm lucky to still be alive.

Yeah, well, so
is Ted Meyerson.

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer guy, either.

No, it couldn't.

All right, let's
put these guys in.

- OK.
- Show them the new house.

Ha!
- Uh-oh.

- Oh, look!
- Uh-oh.

Look, he's-- what?

This guy didn't make it.

- What?
- Ha, kidding!

You!

No, I got a fish,
and I will use it.

Now, you back up.

I'll use it.

You know, it's too
bad for Betty Lou

that you blew your cover
before the judging.

I mean, you could've
been the swing vote.

She could have been
Miss Dixie Belle.

I know.

[sigh]

Poor Betty Lou.

I know exactly how
she must have felt.

You know exactly
how she's feeling?

Wait a minute, she
lost a beauty contest--

you were in a beauty contest.

Well, I was 12 years old.

It's no big deal.

You were in a beauty contest!

No, now, losing hurts, no
matter how old you are.

Give.
- Promise you won't laugh?

No, come on, Sam,
I'm your best friend.

I'm not going to laugh.

All right, so I--

I was 12 years old, like I said.

And I was in this junior pageant
for this new shopping center

and that was opening
in Jupiter, right?

My dress was great.

My mom made it, and it
had sequins all over it.

And the shoes-- they
were-- they were perfect.

Anyway, so for the
talent part, I, uh--

I twirled the baton.

And, uh, [sigh] everything was
going great until the finale.

I threw the baton up in the air.

I was going to catch
it behind my back.

Right?

It landed on the judge's head.

Knocked his toupee off.

It was the most
humiliating moment.

That-- that-- that's a bummer.

Well, lucky for
the judge my mom

didn't let me light the baton
on fire like I wanted to.

[laughing]

Well, you said you
weren't going to laugh!

You promised, you did!

The baton!

[laughing]

Shh!

[music playing]

[theme music]

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