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[music playing]

Oh, not tonight, Gordon.

You sure?

Last night was great?

Oh, maybe for you.

Long time no see.

Parker, you missed me.

I missed you too.

Why don't you come
back to my place, huh?

I'm on duty.

Parker.

OK.

Wait.

I'll meet you there.

[quiet music playing]

Oh, oh.

Yes.

[moans]

Make love to me, Tom, now.

Mm, mm.

Tom, huh?

Who the hell is Tom?

I'm sorry, honey, just a
little slip of the tongue.

Too much champagne.

It won't slip again, I promise.

[heavy breathing and kisses]

PARKER: All right.

This was a mistake.

[panting]

Where are you going?

Away from here!

Away from you!

Parker?

Parker!

[mysterious music playing]

[engine starting]

What do you want?

[tense music playing]

[screams]

No!

[MUSIC - DANNY LUX, "SILK
STALKINGS THEME"]

RITA: Ambition is
a wonderful thing.

It's the motor that
drives us to do our best.

The flipside of
ambition is envy.

Those with ambition
want to achieve.

Those with envy simply want.

Good to see you
Hi, great to see you.

And you look just
sensational today.

It's wonderful Oh, just a
second, I got to run over here.

Forgive me.

Chris, Rita.
RITA: George.

CHRIS: George.

Hi.

So how'd you like my speech?

Deja vu.

I think I've heard it a
couple hundred times, but--

Hey, come on,
you know politics.

It's important not
to offend anyone.

Yeah.

So you think I
sounded dynamic?

Oh, yeah.

I think I heard a
dynamic moment or two.

God, I hope so.

I mean, I don't think
I've quite gotten the hang

of this campaigning stuff.
- You're doing great.

Yes, you are.

Now, go say hello
to Chuck Davis.

Who?

Chuck Davis, the president
of Stationwide Aerospace.

Right.

And his wife, Sheila.

They love baseball.

Batter up.

CHRIS: See ya, George.

Thank you guys for coming.

CHRIS: Yep.

I'm sorry, but the whole
purpose of this breakfast

is to introduce George to
some of the community's

business leaders.

Sounds like campaign
contributions.

You have good ears.

Well, we're just here
to support George, right?

Well, and for the free food.

[laughter]

You know, it is so wonderful
to have friends like you two.

Mm.

Oh, darn.

Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

Thank you.

Uh-huh,

Excuse me.

So what do you think
George's chances are?

They're good.

He's doing very
well in the polls.

You know, Chris, I'm
really glad you're here.

It gives us a chance to talk.

Oh.

See, George has mentioned
that he'd like you to be

more involved in his campaign.

And, well, I
couldn't agree more.

Well, I like George.

I'll do everything
I can to help.

Let's get together and talk.

So I'm only available
during dinner.

So how about Wednesday?

Uh, Wednesday--
well, you know, no.

Wednesday-- Wednesday
is a bit iffy for me.

Well, we can aim for
Wednesday always reschedule.

Wait--

Excuse me, I think
George needs me.

Talk about pushy.

So we have a homicide
on North Beach Road.

I will meet you there.

OK I'll meet you there
in about 20 minutes.

DIANA: From the
bruising on her neck,

I'm going to say
the cause of death

is going to be suffocation--
a crushed trachea.

Not a pretty way to go.

Sure isn't.

She died in a panic.

Was she raped?

I'm going to have
to let you know.

All right.

Take a walk on the
wild side for me, Dee.

Give me a time of death.

It didn't get
below 70 last night,

and right now she's
at about 90 degrees.

Early rigor in the neck and jaw.

I make it 3:00 maybe
4:00 in the morning.

Was she found inside the car?

No, right where
she was, behind it.

Too bad.

Looks, money, and youth.

She had everything
going for her.

Everything but luck.

[police radio chatter]

Cindy Blaine, age 23.

Look at this, all her credit
cards are here and about $200

in cash.

So it wasn't a robbery, unless
the robber was scared off.

You know what I can't figure?

Why was she into her wallet out
here in the middle of nowhere?

Hey, Dee?

DIANA: Yeah?

Your people open
up this glove box?

No, it was already open.

I've got a parking card,
breath freshener, registration.

Registration?

Check this out.

Pulled over to the side
of the road nice and neat.

No sign of body damage so
she wasn't run off the road.

What's the first thing
a traffic cop says?

License and registration.

License and registration.

Give me a sec.

Yeah.

We've got signs of
a struggle here.

[birds chirping]

What the hell are these?

That a button?

For cop uniforms.

PARKER: Hey!

Hey, I'm sorry, man.

What are you doing here.

Where's Cindy?

We got to talk to you, man.

Let's go outside.

I knew something like
this was going to happen.

She just wanted
to have good time.

She wanted to have
some fine, you know?

She was too trusting.

What are you
doing here, Parker?

I had an argument
with her last night

and I wanted to make up.

Cindy, was she
your girlfriend?

Yeah.

Well, off and on, you know?

CHRIS: Where'd you mean Cindy?

A buddy introduced us
one night at Society.

Society?

That's the cop bar, right?

PARKER: Yeah.

She liked cops.

It was the uniform.

She said it kind
of turned her on.

Something about the buttons?

Oh, you found that.

Well, when we me made
love for the first time

she snipped off one
of my uniform buttons.

So she cut a button off
every time you made love?

No.
No, no.

It was just the first time.

Just the first time.

PARKER: Look, you found some
other buttons in there, right?

Yeah, we did.

OK.

Look, I know I wasn't the
first cop she'd been with.

That's old news.

I just thought maybe we would
have a chance for something.

Parker, were you
on duty last night?

Well, I was just finishing up
my shift when I ran into her.

And we decided to come back
here, which wasn't a good idea,

because we had an argument.

So I went back to the
station, and I clocked out,

and I went home.

And what time was that?

Around 3:30, 4:00
in the morning.

[music playing]

Well, here she is.

Ooh!

All right.

Jump in, pop the hood,
and crank her up.

We'll see what's Happening

All right.

[engine sputtering]

It's no good.

She won't even turn over.

Look, this morning when I
starter her, she started,

like, smoking, knocking.

It wasn't really knocking,
it was more like a ping--

a ping with a knock.

And then she just--

she crapped out.

Could be you dropped a valve.

Maybe a busted piston.

Just locked up, huh?

Locked up, yeah.

So what am I looking at, Ray?

I couldn't really say.

I'm going to have to pull
the head, take a look,

and see what's up.

I'll get into it as soon
as I'm off the clock.

Well, uh, why don't you
just give me a rough estimate.

Oh, I would say, roughly, more
than it's worth, definitely.

Don't man, a little
nitrous oxide and you

won't feel a thing.

Thanks, man.

RAY: You bet.

Hey, Hogan, I
want to talk to you.

America's favorite
sweetheart, huh?

What's wrong with him?

Nothing a good attitude
adjustment wouldn't fix.

What kind of a
mechanic are you, Hogan?

Don't you road test these cars?

I tried to cut into
a high speed pursuit,

and the transmission
sticks in second.

Made me look like an ass.

CHRIS: Doesn't take a
bum transmission to make

you look like an ass, Daniels.

You stay out of this.

All right, I will leave
you girls to your knitting.

See you after work, Ray.
- Later.

Thanks man.

You know, your work
order didn't say anything

about the transmission.

No, what is said
was, runs rough.

Sounds like engine to me.

I'm putting in a
complaint on your Hogan.

And I know for a fact that
you've got more than one

in your jacket already.

Better start reading
the wants ads, wise guy.

I'll do that.

I just got handed
to Cindy Blaine

murder by Roy Conroy himself.

I think this has
got something to do

with me running for his job.

Any ideas?

There is a chance that it
may involve the department.

Department?

This department?

CHRIS: She was a cop groupie,
hung out at a cop bar.

RITA: And we suspect
that she might

have slept with quite a few
of the uniformed officers.

Quite a few.
OK.

How many is quite a few?

CHRIS: Uh, a couple dozen or so.

Yeah.

Oh, boy.

I can hear it already,
George Donovan, persecutor

instead of prosecutor.

You know, whoever takes
the fall for this,

it's going to turn
into a character issue.

And that'll get all
muddied up by the media,

and me along with it.

There was physical
evidence that maybe she

was pulled over before
she was murdered by a cop.

Maybe, won't do.

This one's got to be absolute
one way or the other.

Don't hand me a
case that's going

to sink and take me with it.

Counselor, the girl's
body is barely cold.

Give us time.

Oh, I like it.

I love it.

Take all the time you want.

Take till after the election.

Then if I win, I
can assign it away

and you can ruin
somebody else's career.

Excuse me.

[door slams]

CHRIS: That dirtbag.

I bet he pulled
over for speeding

and gave her a choice,
ticket or a date.

RITA: I hope that phone
number she gave him belongs

to a really large boyfriend.

You know, Lorenzo, your
mother really could do

a better job of dressing you.
- Thank you.

And you know, you
shouldn't be roasting

the citizens for your
own enjoyment, Sergeant.

It makes us all look bad.

You know what I think?

I think nobody ever
put you in your place.

So why don;t you
do it, Daniels, huh?

Then you can put that
blue uniform in mothballs

right along with your pension.

Daniels, you
were supposed to be

patrolling the North Beach from
2:00 until 6:00 this morning.

What happened?
- I pulled a double shift.

So what?

Dispatch couldn't
get a hold of you.

My radio was dead.

RITA: There's nothing
wrong with your radio.

It checked out just fine.

I took a couple of hours.

It was important.

Why don't you
tell us about it?

It was personal.

So why don't you tell
it to internal affairs.

I was with Susan,
my ex-wife, from

around 2:00 till after 5:00.

Keep it quiet, OK?

Word gets out I'm
chasing her again,

my friends will give me hell.

All two of them, huh?

What's the big deal anyway?

I mean, that area is like a
graveyard that time of night.

A young girl was killed there.

If you'd have been there
like you were supposed to,

you might have
seen what happened.

Sorry.

Anyway, that's a 30
square mile sector.

The chances of me being
there when it happened

would've have been slim at best.

Who was the girl?
RITA: Cindy Blaine.

She used to hang out at Society.

You ever meet her?

No.

No, I never heard of her.

[music playing]

- Gary said he was with me?
- Yeah.

He said was with you from
2:00 until 5:00 this morning.

Yeah, fat chance.

I wouldn't let him come near me.

It doesn't exactly sound
like an amicable divorce.

Well, what do you expect?

He was cheating on me
right under my nose.

Met her in here as
a matter of fact.

Boy, did I look stupid.

You wouldn't by chance
remember her name, would you?

Never forget it.

Cindy Blaine.

GARY: She's lying.

She's just trying to get even
because I walked out on her.

Was she lying
about Cindy Blaine?

She said you were
sleeping with her.

So
- What?

So I made it with the tramp.

It doesn't mean I killed her.

You said you
didn't know Cindy.

Who's really telling
the lies here, Daniels?

HARRY: Think about what
you're saying, Daniels.

You're the only friend
you got in this room.

You're the only one
who can help your case.

What do you want from me?

We want the truth, Daniels.

Why'd you lie to us
about Cindy Blaine?

It's history, man.

Over with.

I'm trying to get
back with Susan.

I guess I was just hoping this
thing was Cindy would go away.

I don't buy it.

It's the truth damn it!

OK, Daniels, I'm going
to send this right down

to internal affairs.

Meantime, you get yourself
the name of a good lawyer,

because you are
going to need one.

I know what
you're trying to do.

You've got to close
the books on this thing

and you're trying
to hang it on me.

But it's not going to work.

I didn't kill anybody.

HARRY: Get out of my sight.

A cop like you makes me sick.

Get out of here.

[door slams]

He could be our guy.

We can prove he knew her.

We know he slept with her.

We just can't prove
that he killed her.

HARRY: Yeah, but you guys
know the rules, right?

I can't even suspend that
jerk from duty until you

turn up some hard evidence.

Believe me, we know, cap.

We're trying.

OK, send in the other one.

Come on in, Parker.

HARRY: All right, sit down.

Now, we're going to trace your
whereabouts for every minute

of the night before last.

If I get any hint that you're
lying or holding anything back,

oh, God help you.

You understand me?

RITA: I thought that
was really interesting.

CHRIS: Yeah.
DIANA: Hey, you two.

Wait up.

You know, Dee, you
look good this morning.

Down boy, you're going to get
spots all over that nice shirt.

I'll bet all the
guys at the morgue

sit up and take notice when you
walk into the coolers, and--

When they do, I'm gone.

Would you two like me to
excuse myself for a minute?

No, no, no, no, no.

You're not leaving me
alone with this one.

Look it, Cindy
Blaine, the girl was

raped before she was killed.

And there was something
odd about the contusion

on her neck--

minuscule tears
in the epidermis.

So was she strangled with
something like a cord--

something like that?

No, a very strong
hand, like I thought.

But maybe wearing a glove?

Gloves, huh?

Maybe the kind of
gloves a cop wears?

CHRIS: Yeah.

Could be.

Some kind of glove,
almost for sure.

OK?
I got to go.

You're bad.

Well, you are good.

[sighs]
You know something, Rita?

Mm?

When I got to work this
morning the shift was changing.

You know, cops were
coming and going,

and they were waving
and saying Hello.

And I was saying, hey.

But inside, I was thinking,
did Daniels kill that girl,

or was it one of you.
- Yeah.

Well, you know, you're
not the Lone Ranger.

I mean, I think we're
all feeling the same way.

I know.

But-- it stinks.

Yeah, it does.

I mean, I don't want
to be nosing around

like one of those IA guys.

I trusted my life to
a lot of these guys.

It's a rotten situation.

Yeah.

You know?

Hi.

Hey.

Either of you see this
interview in today's paper

with county attorney Conroy?

No, I missed the comics today.

I'm sure whatever it says it
should be on the opinion page.

HARRY: He's talking about
the Cindy Blaine case.

RITA: Really?
What else?

The police department's
failure to make an arrest

worries me, so much so that
I may relieve assistant

county attorney
Donovan and supervise

the investigation personally.

I refuse to allow
any possibility

of a police cover-up.

You believe this?

They don't call him Wrong
Way Conroy for nothing.

You know, they're just doing
this to embarrass Donovan.

HARRY: Well, I'm insulted!

This guy is wiping his
feet on the reputation

of every cop in this
department, and I

resent the hell out of it!

Man.
Yeah, Lorenzo.

You want to come in here?

Yeah, we can do that.

Sure.

All right, thanks.

Susan Daniels, she
wants to talk to us.

See you at 9:00.

Bring a big appetite, Paige.

What do you think
she's talking about?

You know what?

That one's for me.

You know, it's
about the campaign.

Yours or hers.

Donovan's.

She-- she wants to
get me involved.

Yeah, I'm sure she does.

No, really.

She, uh-- she expects
big things from me.

I bet she does.

CHRIS: Well.

It's just a matter of
where to fit me in.

I'm sure she'll find a place.

Gary was with me the
night of the murder.

I lied before.

It's kind of hard to explain.

Why don't you give it a shot.

I don't think
you'd understand.

Well, maybe I
would understand.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Maybe you would.

I've got to go call in.

OK.

Well, you know
what Gary's like.

He turned up at my
house around midnight

and wanted to tell me
his usual tales of woe.

Did you let him?

Yeah.

Like a dope, I did
what he wanted.

I'll never learn.

It must have been rough
being married to Gary.

Was it ever.

Oh, I didn't have a
clue at the beginning.

You know the story--

homecoming queen marries
the football hero

and lives happily ever after.

When Gary came home, I
didn't know whether to expect

a kiss or a black eye.

That was if he came home.

It was a terrible five years.

Why did you stick
it out so long?

I didn't know any better.

My dad knocked my mom around.

So what Gary did to
me seemed normal.

Finally, I woke up, And I said,
I don't need this anymore.

And I left him.

Well, we all make mistakes.

Gary sure was one of mine.

Look, I don't like him, but I
don't want to see him accused

of a murder he didn't commit.

I never would have
lied if I'd known

he was in such serious trouble.

Now, you said he
showed up at midnight.

What time did he leave?

I didn't get rid of him
until around, um, 5:00 AM.

And that's the truth?

So help me, that's the truth.

OK, Susan.

I may need to get in
touch with you again.

OK?

Thanks.

Did she buy it?

Yes.

I hope you're happy, Gary.

Come on, it's the truth.

[engine sputtering]

What's the word, Ray?

Oh, well, man, if you were
me, the word would be junkyard.

Look, I'm telling
you, this thing

is going to run you close
to $500 for parts alone.

And that is what
every deal I can pull.

Damn.
What?

Do you want me to lie to you?

No, I don't want
you to lie me.

I don't want you to lie to me.

How much is the
labor going to be?

Ah-- it's nothing, man.

It's on me.
- No.

Forget it.
I want to pay for labor.

How much?

Hey, look, I'm
new in town, right?

You're the first person
that gave me the time of day

since I've been here.

You know, you took me around,
introduced to me some people.

It was a big help.

You're one of the good guys
around here, all right?

If you want to sometime,
you know, do me a favor.

All right.

All right, Rita, I
appreciate the ride.

My car is not going to be ready
until the earliest tomorrow

night.

RITA: My pleasure.

So where are we headed to?

We are headed to the
600 block of Wharf Street.

Well, I would say
Paige does all right.

Damn.

I'd say she does.

I hadn't though about that.

Um, do you think you'll
need a ride in the morning?

Uh, yeah.

I would love a ride
in the morning.

Terrific.

Do you want me to pick you
up at your place of hers?

What?
At my place.

I will be home, in
bed, by midnight.

You can call for a bed
check if you would like.

Oh, I don't think
that'll be necessary.

You can just fill me
in in the morning.

What-- what?
Fill you in?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

What it's like to
swim with a shark.

[soft music playing]

Oh, only my aunt Rosa
makes veal piccata this good.

I congratulate yous.

Oh, congratulate Sergio
down at Signorellis.

I don't cook.

Wait, this is take-out?

Only the best for my friends.

Well, here's to Sergio.

And to your microwave.

You know, I'm a pretty
good cook myself.

Yeah, yeah.

I'll have to go sometime.

I'd love that.

You know, is this
what you call getting

involved in George's campaign?

No, this is getting
involved in my campaign.

But George still
wants you onboard.

Right.

You know, what can I do
for George's campaign?

I'm just a cop.

Leave it to me.

I'll think of something.

You know, when I want,
I can be very creative.

Uh-huh.

[crickets chirping]

[police radio chatter]

I'm sorry, officer.
I know I was speeding.

But there's hardly
anyone on the road.

Would you mind not shining
that light in my face?

What are you doing?

[screams]

[tires squealing]

[dramatic music playing]

I never saw his face.

He was shining a
light in my eyes.

What about before he
turned the light on?

Something?

Anything?

Do you remember his build?

Was he thin, heavy?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Gina.

It's OK.

Can you remember
how tall he was?

I-- I guess.

From the angle I was looking
up, about as tall as you.

Maybe-- maybe.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could help you, but--

I was so scared.

I can't remember anything
except those leather

gloves around my neck.

It's OK.

Listen, we're glad it turned
out the way it did, Miss Nelson.

This could've been a lot worse.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming down.

Thank you.

HARRY: All she can
identify is leather gloves.

Isn't that wonderful?

Daniels wears leather
gloves all the time.

So do a lot of other guys.

Yeah.

Nothing.

We got nothing.

And the worst part of it is,
if Daniels isn't the killer,

some other cop is.

[groans]

Oh, thanks man.

So is she ready?

Uh, yeah.

We got her up and running.

But I gotta ask you something.

Shoot.

Tell me how many
miles this thing

had on it before you bought it.

The odometer was
broken when I got it.

Why do you ask?

Well, because I
looked under the hood.

Yeah?

And I gotta tell
you, man, all I

see in your future are
thousands of dollars in repairs.

I'm telling you, this
horse has been rode hard

and put up wet more
than a few times.

Let me tell you
something, Ray.

You've got to understand this.

I love this car.

I mean, I wanted one of
these since the first day

they came out.

Which is what,
about 500 years ago?

Yo, see, there you go you.

No, this is my plan--
listen to this plan.

I figure if I fix it up
and buy a brand new part

every time it breaks
down, I'm going to have

an almost brand new car.
- Yeah.

But by the end of
that time, you could

have bought two brand new cars.

But two brand new cars
would not be this car.

Well, that might
be a good thing.

That would be a bad thing.

So how much do I owe you?

- Parts came to $485.
- Yeah.

But what about labor, man?

I don't feel right about
not paying you for labor.

RAY: Man, I can't
take your money.

Look, you want to
pay me back, I'd

like to go on a ride
along with you sometime.

Oh, man, you would be
bored out of your mind.

You know what we do?

We stand, we ask
questions, we take notes.

But you know what?

I'll hook you up with vice.

That would be all right.

I'll make that happen.
- Yeah.

That'd be great.

All right.

Hey, Miss Hamilton.

How goes the campaign?

Well, things
couldn't look better.

You still want to be
involved in, don't you?

Yeah, what would
you like me to do?

Well, do you know Phil Kaufman
down at the policemen's union?

We really need the endorsement.
- Yeah.

Phil's a friend of mine.

I'll talk to him.

Great.

Now, there's something
else we can do.

You know that the
county attorney's

office has a special liaison
with the police department.

Yeah, Dawson.

That would be a
great job for you.

Look, Paige, I'm
looking for a payoff here.

No.
I know that.

That's not what
I'm talking about.

Dawson is one of Conroy's men.

So if George wins
the election he'll

go back to regular assignment.

So we'll need to replace
him, and it'll have

to be someone we can work with.

Wait a second, I mean,
Dawson, he's a lieutenant.

Exactly.

And that's what his
replacement would be.

Is there something wrong
with that the sound

of Lieutenant Lorenzo?

No.

No, it's got a nice ring to it.

And you make the jump
without all the usual red tape.

It's automatic.

Lieutenant Lorenzo.

Paige, I don't know.

I'm just a homicide cop.

Then you don't have to
make a decision right now.

Just think about it.

And maybe I can think of a
way to spark your ambition.

Well, I think you've got
enough ambition for the both

of us.

It's part of my charm.

Listen, I gotta go,
but think about it.

Lieutenant Lorenzo.

[fizzing sound]

[knocking]

Yeah, what?

What?

We just impounded
Daniels' car.

Custer and Lane drive the
same car on their shifts,

so Daniels was not the only
one that had access to it.

Yeah?

So, what?

It's a rough ride, bad mileage?

What?

No, we had forensics
go over it, cap.

Listen to this-- they found
indications of sexual activity

in the back seat and not
an isolated incident.

Some of them were very
recent and some of them

might not have been consensual.

Cindy Blaine was raped, yeah?

Yes, she was.

We can tag the
evidence with DNA?

We can make an ID, but it'll
take a couple of weeks minimum.

At this point, everything
we have is circumstantial.

OK.

Let's go over what we got, huh?

Now, his alibi is shaky, right?

He's got a sexual
history with the victim.

He's got more than one excessive
force beefs in his jacket

and now signs he used his
squad car for a romper room.

Maybe even raped
the victim there.

Daniels has also got
a history of rousting

females and taking
sex in exchange

for not writing a ticket.

Why am I just
now hearing this?

What the hell kind of cop is he?

Why hasn't somebody brought
this guy up on charges, huh?

It takes a complaint captain.

I guess most women were
afraid to file one.

I want a warrant
for his arrest

in the murder of Cindy Blaine.

We don't have
enough to make a case.

I know you don't.

But that'll give me
grounds to suspend him.

And I want him out of uniform
and off the streets today--

now.
- Gotcha.

Donovan's going
to throw a fit.

HARRY: I heard that.

He does, you send him to me.

I'll give him a Lipschitz fit.

[crowd chatter and music]

What are you doing here?

The department issued a
warrant for me, for Cindy.

As soon as I show
my face they're

going to arrest me for murder.

So

You try to disappear
in a cop hang-out?

Smart, Gary.

I didn't know what to do!

I'm afraid.

You know what?

You brought this on yourself.

It's not my fault.
they're after the wrong guy.

No, is anything
ever your fault, Gary?

You want to be right?

Fine.

You're right.

I screwed up our marriage.

I screwed up my job.

I screwed up everything
that ever mattered to me.

OK?

Satisfied?

There I go again.

I'm sorry.

I am.

I didn't come here to fight.

I can't hide you, Gary.

You know that.

If they're looking for
you, I am the first person

they're going to come to.

I'm not looking
for you to hide me.

If I come through this,
um, is there a chance

that we can get together again.

I'm sorry, Gary.

It's over.

You've got to accept that.

But I got nothing left.

I lost it all.

You want my advice, Gary?

Find yourself a good lawyer
and have him walk you in.

Oh, thanks, Susan--

for the advice.

[mysterious music playing]

[gun firing]

[chatter]

Hey, Captain.

I didn't figure
Daniels for a suicide.

We didn't either.

I wouldn't do
anything different.

He was a bad cop.

He disgraced the uniform.

I wouldn't do
anything different.

This doesn't fly for me.

Yeah, me either.

You know, something about
this does not feel right.

He was shot in
the left temple.

Yep.

So he's left-handed.

That checks out, right?

And the powder burns say that
it's at point blank range.

CHRIS: All right.

Let's say I'm
Daniels, all right,

and I'm going to kill myself.

I take my service revolver.

What's wrong with this picture?

Most cops would
eat their own gun.

Exactly.

Usually when a cop
commits suicide, he--

check this out.

Hm?

CHRIS: All right now.

I got my pistol, OK?
That's awkward as hell.

Much easier like this.

RITA: Right.

A shot to the temple is usually
more consistent with someone

walking up to a
car and doing this.

But you know what?

Huh?

Wait a second So the
killer shoots Daniels.

Boom, right?

Then Daniels ends
up with his piece.

It doesn't make any sense.

Well, sure it does.

Yeah, after the murder,
the killer comes in,

he takes Daniels' gun,
and he leaves his own.

Most service pistols look alike.

Ah, very good, detective.

So we run the serial numbers.

If it's not Daniels'
piece, we'll know.

[music playing]

[phone ringing]

RITA: Sergeant Lance.

Sure, let's have it.

It's records.
This is it.

Uh-huh.

OK.

Thanks.

So we've got a homicide.

It wasn't Daniels' gun.

And that's good news.

Who's gun is it?

And that's the bad news.

It's been on the missing list,
and it disappeared from armory

about six months ago.

[groaning]

OK.

All right.

We think that a cop
killed Cindy Blaine.

Now, we know a cop made an
attempt on the second woman.

Let's assume the same
cop killed Daniels.

So what are we
going to do, check

out last night's
whereabouts with every cop

in the department?

CHRIS: No, only uniform cops.

That narrows it down a lot.

Well, not really.

I mean, anybody can buy a
uniform, anybody can buy a gun.

And the uniform doesn't
even have to be authentic.

But the car does.

That's the one thing the
woman in the Corvette

said she was sure about,
that it was a cop car.

So we're back
to uniformed cops.

What about Parker Jones?

He hated Daniels.

Mm, no.

I checked him out while I
was waiting for records.

He's got an alibi.

All right.

So let's go over the
combination of possibilities.

CHRIS: Which is?

Which is a fake cop
in a real cop car.

A civilian who worked here.

Even then, it would
be tough to get

a cop car, even for
somebody who knew the ropes.

You know, there is
one kind of civilian

who can get a squad car anytime
he wants, no questions asked.

A mechanic.

And Daniels' car
was in the shop.

So all we have to do is
find out who worked on it.

No need.

I already know.

It was Ray Hogan.

Well, from what you've
said, there's no love

lost between the two of them.

I just find it
hard to believe.

[machining sounds]

Its says here they've got
five cars in for service.

Right.

Two-- I only see four.

Yeah.

What, 709?

Right here.

644, right there.

655.

632 is not here.

That's it.

RITA: Check this out.

Ray's been pink-slipped.

- Oh, man.
- Yeah.

Two-week notice.

Don't let the door
hit you in the butt.

We've got to find the car.
- Yeah.

I don't think we can
put out an all-points,

he may have his radio on.

We can it out over the TAC
frequency to the chopper.

He won't be listening to that.

Yeah.

Air-1, this is 475.

What's your 20, over?

AIR OFFICER (OVER COMMS):
Ocean Drive and Main.

No sign of the car, over.

Chris, look.

Yep.

Huh.

AIR OFFICER (OVER COMMS):
475, this is Air-1.

We got him.

He's on Lake Avenue
in West Palm,

crossing Union, headed south.

All right, we're on our way.

So what if we get there and
he's just road testing the unit?

Well, we say,
what a coincidence

running into you like this.

[dramatic music playing]

Air-1, we're at
Lake and Union.

What's the subject's 20, over?

AIR OFFICER (OVER COMMS):
Lake and Westside Drive,

near the parking lot.

All right.

We're two blocks away.

Hang on.

[siren sounding]

RAY (OVER SPEAKER): Please
pull off the street.

RAY: I'm going to need to
see your driver's license

and vehicle registration.

I don't even know what I did.

Thank you.

WOMAN: Hey, stop it.

[tires squealing]

[tense music playing]

Get out!

[screams]

Let her go, Ray.

Chris?

Oh, no.

Look, you got to
get out of here.

Right now, OK?

Nobody's got to
get hurt here, Ray.

You gotta let her go.

(SCREAMING) Please, help me!

Shut up!

Look, just get out of here,
man, or I'm going to kill her.

I swear to God.

What happened, Ray?

Let's just talk about it.

Nothing happened.

There's nothing to talk about!

Just put it down and move.

I can't do that, Ray.

Put it down.

I'll put my gun down,
you put your gun down.

Put your gun down, Ray.
- Come on, Ray.

This is no good.

Just give it up.

[engine starting]

WOMAN: Help.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe it.

RITA: Look, are you OK?

Help's on the way.

Just stay here.

WOMAN: Oh, my God.

[sirens blaring]

[tires squealing]

We need backup.

Air-1, are you still with us?

AIR OFFICER (OVER
COMMS): Affirmative, 475.

Two units are
intersecting your suspect.

[sirens continues]

[tires squeal]

[music turns dark and ominous]

Come out of the car, Ray!

Put your hands
where we can see them!

Get your hands up!

[gunfire]

[grunt of pain]

[office chatter]

[exhales]

RITA: Here you go.

Thanks.

What do you think turned a
guy like Ray into a wacko?

He seemed like such a
nice, easygoing guy.

Yeah.

I think doctors
spend entire careers

trying to figure that one out.

Nobody ever has yet.

You know, I bet you
one thing, though.

What's that?

RITA: When we hear from
the places he lived before,

I'll bet there'll be unsolved
crimes against women a lot

like the ones he committed here.

Yeah.

Here.

Ooh!

[whistling]

Hello, George.

Howdy.

Well, here's the stuff.

What stuff's that?

The campaign stuff.

Straw hats, pamphlets,
campaign buttons--

everything you asked for.

Uh, everything
that I asked for?

Yeah.

Oh, and huh?

Oh.

Here, try it on.
Try it on!

Sure.

Yeah.

When Paige told me
that you volunteered

to stand on the corner and hand
this stuff out at lunchtime,

I was really touched.

Thank you.

Well, uh, no problem.

I guess that's what
she figures suits

my level of political ambition.

Hey, not bad.

Not bad.

I really appreciate your
help on this, Lorenzo.

I don't know if this
is going to work, George.

Oh, I don't think
it's going to hurt.

It's great.

It's great.

[jazz music playing]

[MUSIC - DANNY LUX, "SILK
STALKINGS THEME"]