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Look out!

Did you have any insurance on Shannon Richards?

Don't point your badge at me.

No one shoots a picture without insuring the star.

- So what's the call? - Murder.

L-56, he's running your way.

Hey!

Hey, come back here!

Hey!

You can't go in there!

It's just a matter of time before the cops show up

with a lot of questions.

Yes, that's very true.

You know, we are one telephone call

away from losing this case.

So from illegal parking to murder.

That's a giant step.

Who is it this time?

Who is it this time?

You promiscuous slut.

Oh, god.

Who is it this time?

Who is it this time?

No!

Tell me who it is!

Oh.

You haven't got the guts.

Oh!

Cut!

And print it.

Wow.

Oh, my god.

Are you OK?

Get up.

OK, everybody, listen up.

Let's move it out of here.

On to the library.

Shannon, sweetheart.

You were wonderful, beautiful.

I couldn't do it without you, Walt.

- Oh. - You're sweet.

Thank you. - Have a nice weekend.

You too. See you Monday?

- Mm-hmm. - OK.

- Hey. - Hi, sweetie.

How are you?

It was wonderful, just wonderful.

- Did you like it? - Yeah.

Did you like it?

I loved it.

You like, huh?

You can have them reshoot it if you didn't like.

No, it's fine.

Looking forward to the weekend?

Yes, yeah.

Interview for "Entertainment Tonight"

is set for next Friday.

And the "Tonight Show" wants you back ASAP.

Shannon!

Miss Richards, over here! Miss Richards!

Shannon!

Jerry, get us out of here.

Shannon, over here.

Run over them if you have to.

Miss Richards, you all right?

Hello.

Oh, god.

Miss Richards, Miss Richards.

Oh, drunk.

Oh, you're beautiful.

Hey, you, what are you doing there?

Get him, Dutch.

All right. That's it.

Come on.

Got you.

Get back here.

Leave him alone.

All right, Dutch, that's enough.

Dutch, get back here, now.

Dutch, that's enough!

Get back here!

Felicia, how you doing?

Hey, there.

Hunter, McCall. - Right.

Keeping a log here?

Just down here at the west end.

My partner's over on the east side.

There's, uh, press all over the place.

I look forward to seeing that.

All right.

They'll be setting up hot dog stands in no time, huh?

Got a good one for you, Hunter.

Uh-huh.

I bet you do.

OK, Larson, I got to talk to you.

Come here.

What the hell you think you're doing?

Well, I'm the watch commander, Sergeant.

It's a hell of a big case.

Thought I'd get out from behind my desk

and do a little field supervision

until someone from homicide showed up and took charge.

That's me.

Now, you got four cops, a dog, and a civilian trampling

evidence into the ground.

We didn't disturb anything.

The body's under the tree.

How do you think it got here, Larson...

Drop out of an airplane?

I don't like your attitude, Sergeant.

Oh, really?

Lieutenant, would you have your men move up the road,

please?

Thank you.

OK, men, homicide's running the show now.

Let's get out of their way, give them a chance

to solve one for a change.

Aren't you afraid you might

be disturbing the evidence?

They're not going to turn this into a circus, McCall.

This is going to be one big circus.

Yeah.

Let's get some details.

Oh, why don't you let me go talk to Larson, OK?

You just relax.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Lieutenant, send us the first unit responding to the scene,

would you?

Howdy, I'm Clint Parker.

This is my partner, Len Flood.

Let's start with this morning's call.

Well, the witness led me here to the tree.

I looked underneath and saw Shannon Richards.

Did you touch anything?

Well, I checked for a pulse at her right wrist

and on her neck.

Was she warm?

No, but not cold, either... More cool, you know,

like from being naked.

Was she breathing?

I didn't detect any breathing, no.

Did you try CPR or anything?

Well, Sergeant, I'm not a doctor,

but I didn't think CPR would raise the dead.

But I think I might have tried.

- Can it, Parker. - Yes, sir.

Which one of you called the watch commander?

I did.

Did you mention Shannon Richards' name?

Um, I may have.

I'm not sure.

Now, what the hell does that mean, Parker... you may have?

Somebody did.

OK, yeah, yeah.

I mentioned her name.

I'm sorry.

Did you stand by the scene to protect the body?

Yes, sir.

Then why didn't you do your job?

When we got here, this place looked like Disneyland.

Sergeant, do you see any bars on my collar?

I'm just a frontline troop.

When a lieutenant tells me to step aside, I step aside.

He ask you to do that?

Yes.

And he did everything but sells tickets.

You see that beady-eyed little wimp with him?

That's Lieutenant Ellis.

He's from the Rampart Division.

Larson invited him over to have a look.

Tell him about Clark.

What about Clark?

Lieutenant Larson let him take some pictures of the body.

Found the girl.

Larson, if I didn't have a full day's work,

I'd kick your butt right now.

- Assuming you could. - Get out of here, Russo.

You're not a part of this.

Sergeant, you stay right where you are.

Get your camera, Clark.

Brad, stay right here.

Clark, this is a homicide investigation.

I'm the ranking officer here.

And if you open your mouth one more time,

I'm going to take two bars off your shirt

and shove them down your throat for you.

Lieutenant, don't make it any worse

that it is already, huh?

I'll get the camera.

Yeah, you do that.

A regular Dirty Harry, aren't you, Hunter?

I'm no Dirty Harry, Larson.

Let me just tell you something.

I'm hired by the city to protect the citizens of the city

from jerks...

Jerks like you.

This camera belong to the city?

Yeah.

This is a homicide investigation.

I'm the ranking officer.

I'm ordering both of you guys out of here.

I'll see you another day, Hunter.

Good.

Certainly hasn't been a dull morning, has it?

Here is a special news release.

Famed film star Shannon Richards has been

found dead in Elysian Park.

Shannon Richards, star of both television and screen, was...

The remainder of the money is due now.

Wire it to my account in London.

Is it who we hear it is?

Yes, it is.

Listen, we ran into Lieutenant Larson on the way up.

He flagged us down.

Said you two had some sort of run-in.

What's the problem?

The jerk was taking scrapbook photographs of the dead body.

He told me Clark was shooting those pictures

because he wasn't sure when you two were going to show up.

- That's bull, Charlie. - All right.

Calm down. I'll take care of it.

If he stepped over the line, I'll handle it.

So what do we got?

Is it a homicide?

Well, we're treating it like one.

But there's no visible sign of trauma, no sign of struggle.

You think maybe drugs?

We'll know that after the autopsy.

Remember my ex-wife, Sarah?

She's a big movie buff.

I remember her talking about this Shannon Richards.

When she first hit, everybody wondered who she was, you know,

where she was from.

But none of the stories she told ever checked out.

Nobody ever found the answer, either.

I guess it's your turn now.

Good luck.

This is Ines Pedroza for "KXRX Action News."

We're coming to you live from the Beverly Hills mansion

of actress Shannon Richards, who was found dead

earlier today in Elysian Park.

We're standing by, awaiting further developments.

Therefore, guys, back to you in the studio.

Listen, guys, we have a another job, OK?

Break down now, and then afterwards in a half hour.

So you want to flip for who goes upstairs?

You have longer legs.

You go upstairs.

SHANNON: Hi.

You're fortunate enough to have my number,

but unfortunately, I'm not here.

If you leave a message after the tone,

maybe you'll be fortunate enough to have me call you back.

Thanks.

Good morning, Ms. Richards.

This is Bruce, your friendly AD.

The limo will be out in front at 6:00 AM.

Thank you.

MONTY: Shannon, you know

how I hate these damn machines.

You're filthy rich.

Hire some poor, unemployed actor to take your calls.

Tony Rondino wants to talk.

I promised him you'd call, so call, dammit.

You're beautiful.

Hi, Velma, it's Shannon.

I probably won't be home till late.

So before you take off for the weekend,

would you be sure to pick up the dry cleaning?

Thanks.

Gotta go.

Bye-bye.

TONY RONDINO:

Hello, Shannon, this is Tony Rondino.

Weren't we getting together this evening?

Give me a call, please.

DIANNA CROSS:

Shannon, this is Dianna Cross.

I want you to know I meant everything I said.

Thank you for agreeing to meet with me Friday night.

Dianna Cross?

Yes.

I'm Sergeant Hunter, Metropolitan Police.

I'd like to ask you a couple questions.

I... well, yes.

Come in.

Thanks.

You recently wrote a letter to Shannon Richards.

I'd like to talk to you about that.

Well, that letter was private.

You had no right to read it.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes.

Uh-huh.

I don't mind.

It's just a matter of time before the cops show up

with a lot of questions.

Yes, that's very true.

They're already there.

Exactly.

I hope you haven't said anything to them.

That's right.

Because listen to me, babe.

In this country, you don't have to.

You have the right to remain silent.

You tell them that.

Thank you.

I will.

We're going to get through this.

You're just going to have to trust me, all right?

Yes, I will.

Sergeant, I'm sorry.

I'm not going to be able to answer your questions.

Whatever you want to do, Miss Cross.

I'm going to find out what's going on, anyway.

Well, I'm not going to talk to you.

Don't I have that right? - Thanks for your time.

I appreciate it. - May I have my letter?

No, we're going to keep the letter.

It's evidence.

Thank you.

Phew.

Howdy.

What are you doing, sneaking

up on a fellow like that?

Hey, you're a cop, aren't you?

Why aren't you out doing something for society,

like writing parking tickets?

You in the park this morning?

No.

I'm a neurosurgeon, and I was at the hospital

doing a brain transplant.

Came down here in my Rolls Royce just to get some fresh air.

Were you in the park this morning?

I knew when he back.

I knew it the minute I saw him take her out of the car.

He raped her, didn't he?

What time was that?

Sorry, my Rolex isn't working.

It was after daybreak.

What'd he look like?

Money.

You drive a Jaguar, you got money.

What color's the Jag?

Blue.

Black.

No... dark, anyway.

Two-door, four-door?

Four.

He got her out of the back.

Was she dead?

No, she wasn't dead.

She sort of, uh, uh, sighed a little when he walked off,

carrying her like a rag doll.

Can you describe him for me?

Tall, dark, an Arab... a Mexican...

Shiny, black hair.

And skinny.

I guess when you got money, you don't... you don't have to eat.

So you'd recognize him again if you saw him?

I don't know.

Maybe.

I misplaced my glasses a couple of years ago.

Did you see him leave?

No.

I was, uh... my collection business

took me across the park.

Where can I find you again if I want to talk to you?

Well, I usually have dinner at the Polo Lounge,

but on special occasions, I dine at the Mercy Mission,

just to see how the other half lives.

Thank you, sir.

What's your name?

Harry Caulfield.

Harry Caulfield.

Thank you, Harry.

Appreciate it.

Thank you.

1, 2, testing.

Testing, 1, 2.

Carl, set up your camera over by the door.

Sport guys, let's go.

Let's hit the questions and pack it away.

No.

And I'm not releasing any photographs.

They're going to drive me nuts.

Hold, please.

Cathy, screen my calls.

No more press.

Tell them public affairs is handling all inquiries.

Charlie, screening your calls ain't

going to get rid of the camera crews in the lobby.

But you are, Lieutenant, so you go down there

and tell them something.

Tell them anything you want, but get rid of them.

Oh, no, no.

No, Charlie, you're the one that's good with the press.

I'm also good at delegating authority.

Let's go.

All I want is the bottom line, McCall.

Blood level shows there were toxic amounts of both alcohol

and barbiturates in her system.

We're looking at 0.26 blood alcohol.

That's it?

That's the bottom line.

No.

Barney says that the level of intoxication

combined with bruises along her jawline

indicates forced ingestion.

She couldn't have walked or driven to that park.

No way.

Absolutely not.

This girl was so full of booze and drugs

that her involuntary systems could hardly have been working,

let alone her voluntary ones.

So what's the call?

Murder.

Forced overdose.

Press is going to love this.

Yeah.

I'm on top of it, babe.

I don't want you to worry.

Everything's going to be all right.

Nope.

It's going to be fine.

Trust me.

I gotta go.

Someone's here.

Come in.

Hi.

What can I do for you, officer?

Sergeant Hunter, Metropolitan Homicide.

I was wondering, uh, you do have a client by the name

of Dianna Cross, right?

So?

She had a meeting set up last night with Shannon Richards...

You know, the movie star.

I'd like to know what that meeting was about.

Sergeant, I'm...

I'm sensing a real conflict of interest here.

No, really.

I am.

My, uh... my loyalties are torn between my high regard

for the LAPD and my client's welfare.

Well, I can appreciate your conflict.

However, you knew there was a meeting, right?

Perhaps you were there. - No, I wasn't there.

As a matter...

Excuse me.

I don't have to answer that.

You already have.

Is that your blue Jaguar downstairs?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, it is.

Good.

Excuse me.

You're under arrest.

What for?

Suspicion of murder.

All right, everyone, listen up.

Stand on the white line with your heads

up and look straight ahead.

Recognize any of those men, Mr. Caulfield?

Uh, well, if I got to pick one, I'd say it's, uh, that guy

right there, second from the end.

Would you be willing to testify in court to that fact?

- In court? - Yeah, in court.

Oh, wait a minute.

I didn't... I... oh.

I don't know about that.

I didn't say that was the guy.

I just said he looked more like him than the other guys

you got up there.

A woman's been murdered.

Now, if that's the guy that did it,

your testimony can help us to put him away.

I've been on the sauce for 15 years.

You think anyone's going to believe what I have to say?

I never should've let her come near you bums!

Monty, for the right price,

you'd deliver your mother.

Hey.

Your muscle tactics may work in Vegas and Atlantic City,

but they're not going to work here.

Work?

What do you know about work, you no-talent leech?

You're nothing but a high-paid Hollywood pimp.

Gentlemen, please.

Now, let's stop the bickering.

We're not going to be bickering, George.

I've made my decision, and you guys know what it is.

Gentlemen, this isn't getting us anywhere.

Now, why don't you both cool off?

I'm trying to talk to this stupid hustler.

He's got nothing to say worth listening to.

Sorry I wasted my breath.

If you don't get the message, it's your problem.

Who the hell are you to tell me...

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm Sergeant Hunter, Metropolitan Police.

This is Sergeant McCall.

Where I come from, guys like...

Yes, and what can I do for you?

We're here to see Tony Rondino...

That is, if he's not too busy.

Would you just wait here for a second, please?

What I have to say is going to put

you out of business for good.

No one comes to my house and threatens me,

especially a cheap dime store...

What is it?

There are two police officers outside.

They want to talk to you.

All right.

If they're standing out there, let them in.

You can come in.

Gentlemen.

Meg says you're cops.

Yes.

I'm Sergeant Hunter.

This is Sergeant McCall, Metropolitan Homicide.

We're investigating the death of Shannon Richards.

Shocking.

Absolutely shocking.

Monty here came over to discuss it.

He was Shannon's personal manager.

This is George Franklin.

He's, uh, my partner.

- And you are? - Tony Rondino.

Tony Rondino.

You must be the producer of Shannon's latest film.

Ex-producer.

It's all over now.

We'd only been shooting for 10 days.

We had 16 weeks to go, so we shut down.

It's a shame.

Shannon was really a gifted actress.

Is that what this little argument was about...

Shannon Richards?

Argument?

Hell, Sergeant, this is Hollywood.

You lose a picture that figures to gross $100 million,

you tend to yell a little, right, Monty?

Yeah, especially when you have a piece.

Have you any idea what happened to Shannon?

Well, we know she was murdered.

God.

How?

How was she murdered?

You were her manager.

When did you last see her?

I took her home from the studio on Friday.

Everything was fine.

She was looking forward to a weekend around the pool.

She never went out much when she was working.

Do you have any idea who might have wanted to do this to her?

I, uh...

I don't know.

She didn't have any enemies that I know of.

But, uh, she was very secretive about her past.

If she had parents or any family, I never met them.

Mr. Rondino, you called Shannon Friday night, right?

Hey, you do your homework.

I like that.

Yeah, I wanted to see her.

Monty set up a meeting.

George and I were going to talk to her

about the picture over dinner.

It was nothing important.

It's called staying in touch with the star.

But she never showed up, right?

No.

George and I went over to the studio.

There's a little poker game there every Friday night.

Mr. Rondino, did you have any insurance on Shannon Richards?

Don't point your badge at me.

No one shoots a picture without insuring the star.

The bank won't lend you a dime without it.

How much insurance did you have on her?

George, give her the figure.

Mm, $15 million for the term of the shoot and about...

The budget was about $34 million.

That's fairly standard.

And we would have made twice that in the first 10

weeks of release.

Well, I can see you're all pretty shook up

over Shannon's loss, so we'll...

We'll be leaving now.

If there's anything that you guys

think of that might be able to help us,

we'd appreciate a call.

You can bet on it.

We're going to give you a call.

I'd, uh, appreciate it, officers, if you'd

keep me informed about this.

I may have been the only friend she

had in the whole damn world.

We'll be in touch.

WOMAN: 6-Adam-43, OK 7.

Mary 40 Roger.

Lincoln-56, go to tac 2.

Lincoln-56, go.

Hunter, this is Finn.

Parker and Flood have checked the local hospitals

for dog bites, and I've got an address on your jogger...

2713 South Lambert, apartment 106.

Got a description of his car...

A white VW.

I got Parker and Flood staked at the south end of the block.

Lincoln-56, we're on our way.

Clear. - Roger.

90 out.

Hello?

Hey, babe, it's me.

How you doing?

Jessie, where are you?

I've been calling your office for hours.

Yeah, well, some trouble walked in last night.

The cops put me on the griddle.

The police?

Why?

Who knows why the cops do what they do?

They probably did it so they could look

good on their daily report.

Jessie, I'm worried.

Maybe I should just call Sergeant Hunter

and tell him the truth.

What difference would it make?

Listen to me.

Nothing in the rulebook says we've got to talk to cops.

But I do want you to talk to that, uh,

attorney I told you about.

I don't know, Jessie.

Everything's happening so quickly.

Do it.

Just do it.

Now, come on, now.

Either we take care of business, or it takes care of us, right?

Now, I want you to call that attorney

and do exactly what he says.

All right, Jessie, if that's what you want.

Now, this is for you and not me.

Trust me.

I'll call you later.

I think the only reason you want

to be a detective is that you think everybody

gets a partner like McCall.

You have to admit she's a hell of a lot prettier than you.

Yeah.

But I hear detectives ain't all that great, man.

Well, neither's patrol.

If I wanted to spend the rest of my life driving,

I'd be a traveling salesman, hell.

No.

I want to...

I want to use my head to solve some crime,

capture some crooks.

You've been watching "Miami Vice" again, haven't you?

Huh?

MCCALL: 6-Adam-32,

this is L-56 on tac 2.

Do you read me?

6-Adam-32, go.

We're over here on the north end.

Any movement?

FLOOD: Nothing.

He hasn't shown yet.

All right.

Keep in touch.

You know, that sign at the TV station

flashes 80 times every 30 seconds.

Now, we've been here for five hours and 20 minutes.

So that means...

My butt is so dead and so flat, it belongs on Boot Hill.

L-56, it's him.

L-56, he's running your way.

Hey, come back here!

Hey!

You can't go in there!

Hey, stop! You can't go in there!

Where do you think you're going?

The President will return

to the White House tomorrow.

And now, let's see what the weather is going to bring us.

Look out!

Gordy, how do you explain those thunderstorms that

kept me awake all last night?

Well, Pamela, this time of year

in Southern California, it's always difficult to predict

what's going to happen next.

Those cameras on?

What?

OK.

Thank you very much for checking.

Bureau of Vital Statistics in Olympia

says that there is no evidence of a Shannon

Richards being born or even living

in the state of Washington.

Did you get anything from our jogger?

No.

He just wanted to take a sick look.

I believe him.

You know, we should do a background

check on Golden and Rondino.

Watch commander said you wanted to see us.

What's up?

Barker, Flood, you're being loaned out

to homicide for a little while.

Loaned to homicide.

Hot damn.

Parker, in homicide, we try not to say hot damn.

Yeah.

I also want you guys to try to find

a blue or a black Jaguar that was in the park

the other night.

Do you know how many Jaguars there are in this city?

Yeah, I do, Parker.

I've already found one.

You guys can find the rest, right?

Welcome aboard.

Yeah, right.

Jaguars.

Jaguars.

Have fun.

I sure hope you're who I think you are.

No pictures and no interviews.

And if you don't leave, I'm calling the police.

Sergeant Hunter, Metropolitan Homicide.

I would like to talk to you about the death

of Shannon Richards.

Come on in.

Thank you.

When is the... when was the last time you saw Miss Richards?

I think it was Tuesday.

I never saw much of her when she was working.

She left early and came home late.

And you go home every evening.

That's the way Miss Richards wanted it.

I did my work during the day.

And, uh, even after you learned

of Miss Richards' death, you still showed up to work.

Why?

I'm paid to take care of the house by Mr. Golden.

He hired me.

I figure when the job's over, he'll fire me.

Do you know if Miss Richards had any family?

Yes, she did.

Oh, uh, what are you doing here?

I own this house.

Or at least I will when my sister's will is probated.

I owe you an explanation.

Let's go into the living room.

Don't go away.

We're not through.

I'll be here.

Miss Cross has asked me to stay on.

Thanks very much.

Shannon made me promise not to tell anyone about...

Well, that she was my sister.

I was trying to keep that promise when I

talked to you that first time.

And so today, it's OK.

Well, yes.

I've talked to an attorney.

Did he tell you to move in here?

I'm not sure what you're trying to imply,

but yes, he did.

My sister died intestate, and I'm her only heir.

So this house and her entire state is now yours.

Is that right?

Well, that's what my attorney says.

Why don't you sit down, Sergeant Hunter.

I've also been advised to answer all police questions fully.

Miss Cross, can you tell me who Shannon Richards was?

Well, her real name was Suzanne Cross.

And she was born and raised in Canada...

British Columbia.

British Columbia?

She said she was born in Washington state.

And why would she lie about that?

Well, when she was 16, she stole

several thousand dollars from a neighboring rancher

and disappeared.

I was 14 at the time.

And since then, she hasn't been in contact

with any of her family?

No.

I saw her in a film three months after our parents

died in an automobile accident.

So you moved down here, hired a private detective

to find her. - No.

I tried writing to her first.

I got a form letter and an autographed picture.

I even bought one of those maps to movie stars' homes.

She'd been gone from that address for over a year.

- Did you see her Friday night? - No.

Why?

Because she said she'd call first.

She never did.

- Mr. Hunter? - Yes?

- Telephone. - Thank you.

Well, you can take it there if you'd like.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hunter, I just intercepted a call for you from Monty Golden,

says he has to see you.

Says it's absolutely urgent.

Great.

Thanks a lot, Ambrose.

I'll get right on it as soon as I finish up here.

All right.

Dee Dee, you look lovely, as usual.

Thank you.

You know, Brad, if I'd known we were coming to this restaurant,

I would have brought more cash.

Oh, well, we can talk about that later.

Oh.

So, uh, what do you need from me this time?

I need a records check on a British citizen,

both foreign and domestic.

Does this have anything to do with your investigation

of the Shannon Richards murder? - Yeah, it does.

And the fact that she was a woman of mystery

is not helping matters.

Do you guys have anything on her?

If we had anything on Shannon Richards,

I would've used it a long time ago.

Oh, Bradley... Well, I thought I was

the only woman in your life.

You could be.

So who... who do you need me to run a check on?

His name is Phillip DePaul.

Mm-hmm.

DOB is 10/6/58, British driver's license number

is 717-AMB, address 916 Avenue of the Elms,

apartment 4C, London.

Do you have a description on him?

He's slender, dark hair, kind of a swarthy complexion.

Whe... where did this stuff come from?

Well, a Phillip DePaul rented a Jaguar at the airport

the night that Shannon Richards was murdered.

That car parked illegally on Oakmont Place in Beverly Hills.

And how did you get that?

How else?

Nose to the grindstone police work, Brad.

I mean, what else do I do, right?

We were looking for a Jaguar.

This one had been cited for illegal parking,

so we checked it out.

We went to the rental agency.

They had all of the rental information.

The clerk even remembered DePaul.

From illegal parking to murder.

That's a giant step.

Yeah, I know it is.

But it is not a giant step from where

the Jaguar was parked to Shannon Richards' producer's house.

The car was parked right across the street

from Tony Rondino's house.

I see.

Another thing that would help us a lot

is a photograph of DePaul.

We have a witness that could probably ID him.

Well, I'll certainly give it a try.

The department would be very grateful.

How about you?

I'll pick up the check for dinner.

Great.

Charlie?

I don't think Jessie Cruz is a prime suspect anymore.

Well, he's our only suspect.

You know, we are one telephone call away

from losing this case.

Yeah, I know.

But Monty Golden's death changes that.

And the Jag parked in front of Rondino's house

puts Rondino right in the middle of it.

Charlie, Charlie.

Channel 7's got another film crew in the lobby.

They're demanding a statement.

What is so funny, Ambrose?

I told you to handle the press.

So go and handle 'em.

652.

I need a secure line.

One moment, please.

Who's calling, please?

This is Desert Flower.

Viking asked me to call if we had any inquiries on case 3704.

Desert Flower, you've had an inquiry on 3704?

Yes.

What was the nature of the inquiry?

Information on Phillip DePaul.

Inquirer's name, if known.

Sergeant Dee Dee McCall, Los Angeles police,

through SI agent Bradley Wilkes, same city.

Thank you for calling, Desert Flower.

Viking will be in touch.