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You lied to me last night.

If someone had driven my car,

I can't explain it.

I'll talk with a deaf policeman, if you can find one.

But I'm finished talking with this stupid hearing cop.

Stay right where you are little lady,

or I'm going to cut your pretty little throat

and leave you to bleed to death all over the floor.

Help.

Call 9-1-1.

Give the address, and tell them an officer needs help.

Nasty business.

Well, it's my lunch hour.

So three little kittens,

they lost their mittens.

And then began to cry. Oh, mother...

dear, sad fear that we have lost our mittens.

What?

Lost your mittens?

Trevor, look at me.

So three...

This word?

That's right.

But I didn't hear you speak the word help.

Can you say it?

Help.

That's right.

Good!

I help you.

You help me.

Help you.

Kali, could I see you out in the hall a moment, please?

It's an emergency.

Sure.

I'll be right back.

Katie, this is Sergeant Hunter.

He...

I understand you're an interpreter.

Yes, I am.

A deaf man has been stabbed.

He's been trying to tell us something.

We need somebody right away.

Go ahead.

I'll cover for you.

Dr. Clark to Emergency Room STAT.

He's ready.

Dr. Clark to Emergency Room STAT.

Hey! Hey!

Get the hell out of here. No one...

I'm a police officer, Miss.

This woman is an interpreter.

Oh, sir?

Sir, someone's here to talk to you now.

Just a moment.

House burned down.

No iron man...

Vitals?

There.

Move back, please.

BP's 90 over 60 and dropping.

His pulse is 120.

His respiration's 28 and shallow.

Ask him who stabbed him.

Please!

Get out of here now!

All right.

Let's crack him open. - OK, Ambrose.

Thanks very much.

Yeah.

We'll be here until he gets out of surgery.

Thank you.

Code Blue, 2 West.

Code Blue, 2 West.

Thank you.

Well, the only major fire reported was

a stable in Will Rogers Park.

He very clearly said, house burned down.

No iron man there. - Are you sure about that?

I mean, his hands were so badly cut up.

He finger spelled each word, H-O-U-S-E. See?

There's just no confusing it.

It's simply out of context.

We just came in at the end of what he was trying to say.

Sergeant Hunter?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Two of the chest wounds were inoperable.

And he had lost too much blood.

Now judging from the size of the wound, it was a big knife.

A hunting knife, maybe.

I'm surprised he hung on as long as he did.

Thanks very much.

I appreciate it.

Thank you.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Let's get back to the scene.

There will be a patrolman there to take

you back to your school.

You were good in there.

I appreciate that.

Thanks.

A little young for a schoolteacher, aren't you?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

How old are you?

19.

And I'm not a teacher yet.

I'm an assistant.

I'm still in school.

It will be a couple of years before I get my credential.

How'd you learn about signing?

I grew up with it. My mother and father are deaf.

Oh.

So how old are you?

Old.

We found him over there.

But considering the severity of his wounds,

there's not enough blood for that

to be the site of the murder.

The body was probably thrown from the car.

Probably.

Nasty business.

How you doing?

Pretty good.

Kali Wilkins, Sergeant McCall.

She's acting as interpreter on this case.

Hi.

Hi.

Did you get anything from the victim?

No.

He passed away before we could talk with him.

You got anything here?

Well, we found this guy's wallet.

It's got cash in it.

Credit cards.

ID.

So it wasn't a mugging.

I also got his home phone number off

of his medical emergency card.

Finn's been calling, trying to contact his wife.

But there doesn't seem to be anyone home.

May I see that?

Sure.

Well, this is a TDD number.

TDD?

Stands for a telecommunication device for the deaf.

It's like a printer that works over the phone line.

Can't get through unless you have another one.

His wife must be deaf, too.

Would you mind coming along and talking with her?

- Sure. - Great.

- Thanks. - Hunter, McCall?

Hiya, Charlie.

I hear the victim is Noah Hasbrook.

Is that right? - Yes, it is.

Did you know him? - No.

But I've been reading his stuff for 20 years.

He's an authority on the Old West.

We got anything?

Ah, you can check with McCall on that.

All right.

Talk to you later.

Good bye.

I don't know why, but somehow

this isn't what I expected.

What a beautiful car!

Hello.

I'm Sergeant Hunter, Metropolitan Police.

Is Miss Hasbrook in?

I'm Mrs. Hasbrook.

May we come in, please?

Something wrong?

Is Noah all right?

Mrs. Hasbrook, I regret to inform

you that your husband is dead.

How?

He was stabbed.

Someone's at the door.

Is she expecting somebody?

No.

Hello.

I'm Sergeant Hunter, Metropolitan Homicide.

What's wrong?

Where's Noah?

Who are you?

I'm Brad Lindquist.

I'm Noah's tax attorney.

I'm afraid Noah is dead.

What?

We were going to go over his portfolio tonight.

Where is Mrs. Hasbrook?

She's in the living room.

Come on in.

I am very, very sorry about Noah.

I wish I were a better signer.

Noah taught me a few things.

But it was mostly business.

I better go.

Rebecca, if you need anything, call me.

If you need to talk to me, you can reach me here.

Thank you.

Ask her if she feels

like answering a question.

Rebecca, do you have any idea at all of anybody

that would want to harm Noah?

No.

Noah's the nicest man.

I can't think of anyone who would want to hurt him.

When was the last time you saw him?

This morning, before he left for work.

And then later, he called me from the plant.

The plant?

I was under the impression that he was a writer.

No.

He owned a printing plant.

Writing was his hobby.

What did you talk about you spoke with him?

That he was having lunch with a friend

and he'd be home late.

He was working on a project.

He spent a lot of time on it. - What kind of project?

I asked him, but he wouldn't tell me.

And who was he having lunch with?

Todd Montgomery.

He's also hearing impaired.

He's been a good friend of Noah's since they were kids.

He has a gallery on Melrose.

Has anybody else called here today?

No.

Kit would have come and got me if he heard the phone.

He's a hearing ear dog.

So you've been here all alone since this afternoon?

Yes.

Is that your Aston Martin out of the driveway?

Yes.

Something's wrong.

Call 9-1-1.

Give the address and tell them an officer needs help.

Oh, my god.

Gunshot!

Your dog's going to be just fine.

Rebecca, your husband said something to us in the hospital

that we didn't quite understand.

Maybe you could help us with it?

He said, house burned down, no iron man there.

We had a cabin in the mountains at Arrowhead.

It burned down last November.

The police suspected arson.

But I don't know what iron man could mean.

Well, thank you, Rebecca.

Good night.

Maybe somebody should stay with her.

No, she'll be all right.

I think she's lying to us.

What?

Well, she said she spent the entire day here

by herself alone.

But when we got here, the hood of her car was warm.

Why didn't you ask her about it?

Well, we'll see what she does.

I can't believe she would do that.

She also said that Noah wasn't due

home till late in the evening.

When Lindquist got here, he was here

to help him work on his taxes.

Now I wonder who's lying about that?

Let's get going. You free tomorrow?

Well, yeah. I mean, tomorrow's Saturday.

Uh huh.

Good.

Proof in 30 minutes.

Noah and I ran this place together for 26 years.

I just can't believe it.

You think Rebecca's going to inherit

his side of the business?

Yeah.

But I've got an option to buy it from her.

It's a normal partnership agreement.

But don't worry about Rebecca.

She'll do just fine.

The house, the cash, very nice portfolio of securities.

She won't have to worry about paying the bills.

Gary!

Tell Martin I want to see him in my office!

You don't like Rebecca very much, do you?

No.

I never trusted her motives.

A very attractive woman, 22, 23-years-old.

Noah was 61.

You have some nice pieces here.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'm looking for a Todd Montgomery.

Well, now, he just stepped out for a bit.

But I'm expecting him back any minute.

Is there something I could do to help you, Officer?

No.

I guess I'll just look around.

I'll wait for him.

Thanks.

All righty.

Powerful, isn't it?

Name's Travis Becker.

I'm keeping an eye out front for Todd.

And you are?

Dee Dee McCall.

Yeah.

It's very dramatic.

Ain't that the truth?

I got a couple of paintings hanging in the galley myself.

Of course, they're nothing like these Cantrells.

These are Cantrells?

That's a fact.

The lost Cantrells.

These are the first Cantrells found painted before 1880.

Some old codger found them in his attic.

Just nailed them up to his living room wall.

For about 30 years, he's eating pork and beans out of tin cans,

using paintings worth about a million bucks each just to keep

the wind out of the cracks.

Are you kidding?

These are worth a million dollars apiece?

That's a fact.

You care to go on a little tour?

Yeah.

Mr. Cole, do you have any idea at all

who might want to kill Noah?

You mean besides Rebecca?

Here.

Well, his brother, Albert, maybe.

He leeched off Noah for years until Rebecca put a stop to it.

Albert came in the plant about a month ago,

asking for more money.

When Noah wouldn't give it to him, he went berserk.

I had a couple of guys throw him out.

Where can I find him?

Sorry.

I don't know.

But you should... You should check out

Rebecca's ex-boyfriend, too.

Uh, Austin McCabe.

Real hot-headed deaf kid.

Militant as hell.

He thinks Noah stole his girl.

He even threatened him once.

Oh, really?

Did Noah report this to the authorities?

Nah. He wouldn't do it.

Noah's a real pussycat.

You wanted to talk to me, sir?

Yeah.

Tell the Sergeant about last night.

Security guard heard somebody trying to break in around 2:30

in the morning.

When the guy heard Peters coming, he ran off.

Did Peters say what this guy looked like?

No.

But he'll be back on duty at 3 o'clock

if you want to talk to him.

Yeah. Maybe I'll do that.

Thanks. - Is that all for now, Sergeant?

No, actually.

Where were you yesterday between 2 and 3?

Very good, Sergeant.

Go ahead, Martin.

Well, he was around here all afternoon.

Out on the floor.

Oh, out on the floor.

Always suspect everybody.

Dickens said that.

Smart man, Dickens.

I guess most of this stuff here's

about a thousand years old.

And that's a problem with the art business.

By the time you're rich and famous, you're also dead.

Isn't that the truth.

Yeah.

Oh, Todd.

This pretty young lady here is Dee Dee McCall.

Oh, yes?

I just came from Rebecca's.

You know, I must have misunderstood.

I thought you were deaf.

Yes.

I lost my hearing when I was three.

And I read lips. - Well, that's great.

Then we won't need an interpreter, will we?

L-56, L-56, come in, please.

L-56, come in, please.

Lincoln 56, go.

- I - have Sergeant McCall on Tac 2.

Roger, Tac 2.

What have you got, McCall?

You're not going to need an interpreter here.

Montgomery can talk and he can read lips.

OK.

Then I'm going to ride out to see Rebecca's

ex-boyfriend, Austin McCabe.

All right.

I'll talk to you later.

I wish there was something I could tell you.

Noah was here yesterday.

We had lunch.

I brought the fruit and he left.

Did he happen to mention a special project

that he was working on?

Yes, he did.

I wanted him to tell me about it.

But he wouldn't.

It was strange.

He acted there was something he didn't want to talk about it.

Do you have any idea

who may have wanted him dead?

There must... there must be someone.

But there's no one.

I have to ask you where you were yesterday between 2 and 3.

I was with a private buyer, hanging some of his paintings

for the opening tomorrow night.

Before Hasbrook died.

He said, house burned down.

No iron man there.

Do you have any idea what that might have meant?

House burned down.

No one's there.

No iron man there.

Did he say anything else?

Well, yes.

He signed a lot.

But, unfortunately, my partner didn't get there in time.

Sergeant Hunter, Metropolitan Homicide.

Are you Austin McCabe?

I'd like to ask you a couple of questions,

if that's OK with you.

I'm busy.

I'm expecting someone.

Maybe another time.

Tell him this is a homicide investigation.

He can either talk to us here, or he can go downtown with us,

and talk to us there.

Whatever he wants to do.

Hi there.

You said something about a murder investigation.

Who was murdered? - Noah Hasbrook.

I'm glad he's dead.

But what's that got to do with me?

Didn't you threaten his life at one time?

I told him to get the hell away from Rebecca,

if that's what you mean.

I could have given her something.

Children, a family.

All Hasbrook could offer was money.

Where were you from 1 o'clock yesterday on?

He forgets.

He forgets, huh?

Cute boy.

I'm watching him for my sister.

I'm not going to answer any more questions.

I'll talk with a deaf policeman if you can find one.

I'm finished talking with this stupid hearing cop.

You tell him he's a prime suspect

in the murder investigation.

I will be back.

What happened with all the signing?

He didn't want to talk to you.

If he'd seen me voicing the words, he would have stopped.

So what do he say?

That he was here all day yesterday painting, alone.

Why didn't he just tell me that?

Why all the hostility?

Maybe he resents hearing people,

feels discriminated against.

My father's kind of like that.

It's a tough thing to live with sometimes.

Maybe that's why Rebecca left him and married Noah Hasbrook.

Or maybe she just opted for Beverly Hills.

Are you always so cynical?

Quite often.

It helps me solve crimes.

What did he tear up there?

It's a picture of him and Rebecca.

You know what I think his real problem is?

Yeah.

He's still in love with Rebecca, which makes

him my number one suspect.

DISPATCHER: L-56, L-56...

Get in.

Come in, please.

I have Lieutenant Finn on Tac 2.

Lincoln 56, go.

Hunter, I got the address you asked for on Albert Hasbrook.

He lives in Venice at 1087 Vista del Mar.

I know exactly where that is, Ambrose.

Thanks very much.

Lincoln 56, out.

That's a couple of minutes drive from here.

Mind if we go by there first before I take you home?

No, not at all.

Good.

Wait a minute.

Just a second.

I want you to stay here.

When I get out, lock the doors and roll the windows up.

Don't worry about me.

I don't worry about you.

I worry about the neighborhood.

Hiya, fellas.

Can I get through here?

Pretty please.

Thanks.

What the hell you think you're doing?

I'm on a... he spun out!

Sergeant Hunter?

Oh, my god!

Thank god, you're alive.

I thought I told you to wait in the car.

We've got to get you to a hospital.

Forget about that.

Did you see a man running out of here?

Yeah, a fat man with gray hair.

He jumped in a car and took off.

You wouldn't happen to remember his license...

It's 1 PEL 318.

Good girl.

I'm giving you full responsibility

of remembering that number.

Here's a ticket to Arrowhead Lake

made out to Albert Hasbrook.

He left November 10 and came back on November 11.

Hm.

Not a very long trip, was it?

However, long enough to commit arson.

Take a look at that.

Here's a picture of Rebecca.

That's him!

That's the guy I saw run out of here!

I assume that's Albert Hasbrook.

Can you tell where they are?

It looks like where they found Noah's body.

That's Albert.

When was this photograph taken?

Last summer, by my husband.

Noah always hoped that Albert and I

would grow to like each other.

But we didn't.

I'm not surprised that Albert was in Arrowhead

when the cabin burned down.

I always suspected him.

But for my husband's sake, I didn't say so.

When was the last time that Albert saw Noah?

I don't know.

Rebecca, why should I believe you?

- I - don't understand.

You lied to me last night.

Lied?

What are you talking about?

You said you hadn't left the house the entire day.

That's right.

But the hood of your car was very warm when we got here.

You must be mistaken.

I'm not mistaken.

As I told you yesterday,

I was out back in my studio.

If someone had driven my car, I can't explain it.

Calm down, baby.

I told you it would be all right.

Come on.

Not again.

How much of this do you think I can take?

So you were just playing with my head, is that it?

You know, we got a word for women like you.

Here, let me write it down.

Look, you're still in love with that loser, Austin McCabe, huh?

You can understand me.

You can read my lips.

I'll tell you what.

Let me help you forget me McCabe, hm?

His car was registered

to an Albert Hasbrook, Charlie.

We put an APB out on him, but we don't have anything yet.

His rap sheet shows a 1984 extortion charge.

But they were dropped.

What about the break in at that printing plant.

You got anything on that?

The security guard is a dead end.

He didn't even get a good look at the guy's face.

I mean, he couldn't even give me a general description.

But the perp was definitely trying to break

into Hasbrook's office.

So I went in and I found these notes in a locked drawer.

This is unreadable.

What is this?

Some kind of personal shorthand?

I think I should be able to decipher it

if I just have a little time. I don't know.

You know, maybe these notes have something

to do with that special project that Noah was working on.

You have any idea what that project was about?

Well, I think it has something to do

those paintings down at Montgomery's

Gallery, the lost Cantrells.

Did you talk to Todd Montgomery about this?

Well, I tried to reach him at his office and his home.

Couldn't find him.

So go see him first thing in the morning.

You better get down there in the morning.

Yeah.

You want me to go with you?

Yes.

DISPATCHER: Sergeant McCall,

I have Lieutenant Finn on the line for you.

Go ahead.

We need a search warrant

for 740 Melrose and a locksmith at the same address.

AMBROSE FINN: You got cause?

Yeah. Montgomery's missing.

He hasn't been seen at his home or his gallery since yesterday.

AMBROSE FINN: OK, McCall.

Thanks, Ambrose.

Good morning, folks.

How are we doing today?

Well, not so good, Travis.

Travis, this is my partner, Sergeant Hunter.

- Howdy. - How you doing?

OK.

We're looking for Montgomery.

He hasn't been seen. You have any idea where he is?

- Ain't he inside? - Nope.

He's not at home either.

Huh.

Well, that ain't like old Todd to be late.

That boy usually gets up as the cock crows.

Ah.

Well, don't worry about it.

I've got a key.

I was just helping Todd

out until my opening tonight.

And I was going to head on back to Albuquerque.

When's the last time you saw Todd?

Yesterday afternoon, when he was locking up.

He seemed real depressed.

And I just figured it was about his friend and all.

Yeah.

Did you ever meet Noah Hasbrook?

Yeah.

Sure.

He used to come around all the time.

He and Todd were real close.

Noah Hasbrook had been acting strange lately.

Apparently, he was working on some sort of a secret project

or something.

You have any idea what that might have been?

I don't know.

Like what?

Well, we don't know for sure, but we

think that it might have something to do

with these Cantrell paintings.

Well, I'll tell you, those Cantrells

are the biggest thing to come on here since I can remember.

Wouldn't surprise me at all if Hasbrook

was writing something about it.

Excuse me.

Barney seems to think Montgomery was stabbed with the same knife

that killed Hasbrook.

I don't believe this is happening.

You want to hold the fort down here?

I'm going to talk to Ms. Hasbrook.

If you have an alibi for yesterday,

I suggest you use it.

Otherwise, I'm going to have to take

you in on suspicion of murder.

I was with Brad Lindquist.

Where?

The Beverly Palms Motel.

Nothing happened.

I couldn't go through with it.

It was the first time I ever did anything like that.

My husband was the kindest man I ever met.

He loved me.

But...

What time was that meeting with Lindquist?

1 o'clock.

We were there less than an hour.

That doesn't explain why the hood of your car

was warm at 7 PM that evening.

- A - few minutes after I

got home, Albert called me.

He insisted I meet him at a coffee shop on Wilshire.

He said we had business to discuss.

What kind of business?

He'd followed me to the motel.

He demanded money, or he would tell Noah what happened.

How did you respond to that?

I told him that I would tell Noah myself

and I'd call the police and have him arrested

for trying to blackmail me.

Do you believe her?

Yes.

It kind of explains why Albert Hasbrook hit me and took off.

Yeah.

But if Rebecca and Brad Lindquist were at a motel

together, and Albert was watching them,

well, it seems like just about all of your suspects

have an alibi for the time that Noah was killed.

Except for Austin McCabe.

Why would he want to kill Todd Montgomery?

I don't know that yet.

Get in.

I got to get a hold of McCall.

OK.

Cowboy, JRG.

For man brands... Branding cattle.

Iron man.

Cowboy jargon for man branding cattle.

Iron man.

Stay right where you are, little lady.

And if you're thinking of going for that gun, don't bother.

At this distance, I could plant this knife through a toothpick.

Cantrell painting.

The one in the gallery with the man with a branding iron.

It's called "Iron Man," isn't it?

It's a fake.

You painted it, didn't you?

Where did you get an idea like that?

Because there's a house in the painting.

And that house burned down a year before Cantrell was

supposed to have painted it.

You quite an imagination, don't you?

Unfortunately, you don't have time for it.

Now why don't you just give me what you found in Noah's desk

and I'll be on my way.

I don't know what you mean.

Little lady, you're going to do like I tell you,

or I'm going to cut your pretty little throat

and leave you to bleed to death all over the floor

and then I'll just look for myself.

Killing me isn't going to do you any good, Travis.

If I could figure it out, then why don't you

think my partner could?

Not without Noah's research you can't.

Now you get five itty-bitty little

minutes to tell me where it...

Drop the knife, Travis.

Be very slow with it.

Ah!

He's dead.

How did you know I was in trouble?

Process of elimination.

Besides, your phone was dead.

Was Todd Montgomery in this thing

with Travis Becker?

Or did they just figure it out, like Noah Hasbrook.

He was involved.

What makes you so sure of that?

Because he supplied Becker's alibi.

And Travis would've needed a respected dealer

like Montgomery to make his scheme work.

Well, I guess it doesn't matter.

Montgomery's dead. And we know Travis killed him.

Good job, you two.

Thanks.

Now get out of here.

Finn's got another one for you.

Sergeant Hunter, Sergeant McCall.

Hi. How you doing?

I just stopped by to pick up my check.

You guys sure do pay well.

And she's worth every cent.

Yeah.

Then you don't mind filling me in?

No, not at all.

Hungry?

Yeah.

Let's get a ham sandwich.

OK.

And if one of the lost Cantrells was a fake,

Noah figured that maybe all six of them were.

Turns out he was right.

End of story.

Not quite.

That's not the end of the story.

I got a call on a TDD at school from Austin McCabe.

He asked me if I still had that picture he tore up.

You were right, Sergeant.

He's still in love with Rebecca.

You know what?

I think she feels the same way.

You're not as cynical as I thought.

Well, it's my lunch hour.