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AKA
VICTIM OF DESIRE

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Looking for something
in particular?

No. I think I've
already found it.

- I'm Carla Duvall.
- Hi. Starky. Peter Starky.

- I'm here to see Mr. Duvall.
- Do you have business with my husband?

I'm with the Securities and Exchange
Commission. And I am investigating.

Come on in.

Thanks.

Does Leland in some
sort of trouble?

I just have a couple of
questions I'd like to ask him.

Fine. And you won't
be needing me.

No.

Hi. How are you doing?

You a friend of the Duvalls?

I'm not interested in hearing
any more your bullshit, Leland.

What do you think I am? Some two-bit
shareholders up and I'm your goddamn VP.

I need to know what
I am up against.

- Are you finish?
- Yeah.

Then shut the fuck up!

I'll tell you what you're up against.
You're gonna be up against the goddamn

wall, with your legs spread, if you
don't learn to control your temper.

You're threatening
me now, Leland?

For Christ's sakes
Richard, you're panicking,

you're gonna bring this whole
thing down on both of us.

You did it, didn't you?

Richard, who's to say that you didn't
embezzle the 70 million dollars?

You are crazy, you know that?

Certifiable, but I'm not taking the
fall for you this time, Leland.

You owe me one already, remember? From
shredding those product safety memos.

This is not my fault, Leland.
Not a bit of it.

You're the one who ordered the
material changes, remember?

Do you know what my job is?

My job is to make money for
the stockholders, okay?

Now if making electric blankets,
with fire retardant material,

is gonna net this
company 17 percent,

or if using recycled fiber is
gonna make them 22 percent,

then you bet your ass I'm
gonna use recycled fiber.

Over 100 people died in fires
caused by those products.

Just like the safety
memos warned.

For Christ's sakes Richard, over a hundred
people die every night in LA. besides...

you shredded all the memos.
That was a good job.

Yeah, except I could go
to jail for that one.

Richard, you're probably gonna
go to jail for embezzlement.

Over your dead body, Leland.

Go get 'em kid.

- Asshole.
- Richard, what happened?

Richard!

- I...
- Richard!

That bastard wants me go to prison for him.
Do you believe that?

- Did he take the money?
- The money?

You know, you're as bad as he is. Is
all you can think about the money?

Why don't you two just run off together,
sweetheart? You deserve each other.

You can't leave
me here, Richard!

You watch me.

Mr. Duvall?

- Yes.
- I'm...

Peter Starky with the Securities
and Exchange Commission.

Am I under arrest?

No. I just came to ask
you a couple questions.

Well, should I have
my lawyer present?

No. I think we can
do this without him.

I couldn't help but notice
that you and Mr. Jordan

seemed to be having some
sort of disagreement.

Well,

Your CEOs and corporate VP's so
you see eye to eye on anything.

Yeah. Well, especially when the company's
just been hit with a big class action and

wrongful death suit at the same time the 70
million dollars in assets are unaccounted for.

Excuse me, Sir.

You come here to accuse me
of embezzlement, is that it?

Not yet.

Did you come here for a bribe,
Mr. Starky?

- You're offering me one?
- No, that'd be unethical, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah. Look, I want to wish
you a lot of luck on your

investigation here, but I don't
think you'll find anything.

By the way, this 70 million dollars
in missing assets, it, you know,

could have been transferred to an
offshore bank and if that's the case,

- could you do me a favor...
- Don't leave town?

- Right.
- Right.

I can't believe he just drove off
and left me here. What an ass.

I'm sorry.

Leland in the same way,
business is business.

Why don't you stay here with me?
I'll find you a change

of clothes and you can use
the guest room, okay?

Thanks.

You know what I wish?

I wish we could have all the power
and the money without these men.

We can.

- Hello?
- Richard, I'm in.

Excellent!

I just know he took that money.
See how suspicious he acted?

It's probably already transferred to
a secret offshore account in Bimini.

The 70 million is in a foreign bank
and only Duvall knows which one.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to find out which
bank, what account number,

and what the password is.
It gets us access.

And just how am I
supposed to do that?

By any means necessary, angel.

That kind of sounds like fun.

Well, don't have too much fun.
I'm trusting you, Linda.

Yes, lover. By Friday
it will be in Bimini.

You got it.

Marv Riker?

What happened?
Somebody robbed you?

No, I...

You kill somebody? Because if you did,
with that suit you're not doing it fine.

Damn.

You're white collar cop?

Yeah. I'm Peter Stark.
I'm with the SEC.

I'm in town for an
investigation, and I just...

thought I'd drop by and
pay courtesy calling.

Bump us for some information
while you here?

- Right.
- Who's your perv?

His name's Duvall. Leland Duvall. I'm
gonna have to run a surveillance on him.

Duvall.

You've got to be kidding me.

This guy is clean as virgin's
drawers, not even a speeding ticket.

I don't know why you wasted your
time, just fine outstanding.

When you got a load of bad asses, you
shooting penny rolls and drag vice.

I don't have to explain to you, the difference
between blue-collar and white-collar crime, do I?

I mean, the perv sure after pull a trigger
and kill one guy. The perv I'm after

cuts corners and manufacturing kills
105 people with shoddy material.

- So this guy did it?
- Yeah.

Right now, he's on his way out of the country
with 70 million dollars in embezzled cash.

70 million dollars.

This paperwork
probably could wait.

- Just let me get clearance.
- Sure.

Donut guy is here.

Hi.

What happened? Riker went?

- Yeah. He's right in over there.
- Can you tell them I left is for him?

If he can find it.

Starky.

Consider me your partner.

- Partner?
- Of course.

Yeah.

So, you finally made it.

She's sleeping.

It's a little hard for me to be quiet.
You know how vocal I am, Mother.

Oh my...

I want to know that
guy was here today.

SEC cop. No big deal.

Is he gonna create
problems for us?

Darlin', I got a plan.
I always have a plan.

And what about the 70 millions?

It's tucked away in
a bank in Bimini.

Just waiting to be picked up.
Bingo.

And how do you go about
getting that money?

Is there a secret password?

Maybe, maybe not.

I bet that I can make you talk.

I'm on it.

No, baby. I am.

- Talk to me.
- Richard?

Yeah, lover. What
do you have for me?

You know what I have for you.

But you're gonna have to wait
till after we get the money.

Then he does have it.

It's in The National
Bank of Bimini.

I'm gonna find that account
number tomorrow, after he leaves.

Good girl.

Okay, so I'm flying to
Bimini tomorrow afternoon,

pick up the tickets
from the airport. So,

we're gonna meet in a hotel...

Get the money and
disappear together.

70 million dollars.

And I'm getting excited
just thinking about it.

- How excited?
- Very excited.

Well, hold that thought, lover.

There's still a lot of work we have to do
before we get that money in our hands.

Now, we need to get that account number
and then Duvall's secret password.

- I already know the password.
- Oh yeah?

The password is DESIRE.

Shit. What happened?

The road turned but
Duvall didn't.

The gas tank ruptured,
the car explode.

Duvall, right?

We're gonna have a hell of a time
keeping the shadow from media.

I guess this ends
your investigation.

No. No. Not quite. There's still 70 million
bucks in embezzled cash out there somewhere.

- I kind of like to find it.
- What?

You need a search warrant
for Duvall's house?

No. He's probably got it stashed
in some offshore bank someplace.

He hide it.

I mean the man is in no condition to
make any kind of bank transactions now.

Sir!

- What?
- I think I got something.

What do you got?

Tire tracks, Sir. Recent ones.

Got McBain come up here take
some 3D photos of these.

Right.

Hey, Riker. I got some
footprints over here.

Let's take a look.

So, it's pretty hard
too tough to see.

That one's a small heel,
could be a man and a woman.

Yeah.

Well, a guy in drag.

Have McBain take some
snapshots of that toe.

Alright.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking I'd like to
speak to the victim's wife.

I got a judge who will grant me
wiretap and residential books.

Great.

Give me an hour. I'll get the warrants.
I'll meet you at the station.

Starky.

Hey. Oh, do you get the warrant?

Piece of cake. What's up?

Here she comes.

Mrs. Duvall. This is
Detective Marv Riker.

Hallo.

The body was badly burn, so
it's not gonna be easy to ID.

That...

This way.

Mrs. Duvall, your husband's
fingerprints are

on file at the SEC and we've
faxed them for them, but

with the condition with his body,
it's gonna take a little while

before we can make the match.

You sure you're up to this?

Yeah. I think so.

Unidentified male number 27.

Coming up.

Glass shift right to flesh.

Come on, Riker. Give it a rest.

Cover it up! Cover it up!

Let me see that stuff.

Mrs. Duvall. Mrs. Duvall.

Do you recognize any of this?

That's Leland's.

We have a match.

Carded Leland Duvall.

Why don't you let me see that
you get home okay. All right?

Just wait in the office
while I get change.

So,

he's dead.

Yeah.

Like I didn't know
that for myself.

Aren't any details?

It's hard to tell what
a crispy critter.

You saw him.

Hickory sauce or some red beans.
We could be family of five.

Listen, this could be a homicide. I'm looking
for cause of death. Do you have a clue?

No. He was burned up pretty bad.

There's no signs of pre-mortem
drama like fractured bones.

Was he alive before
caught on fire?

Open up his mouth and
look at his throat.

It was pink, he was
dead before the fire.

But if it was black, there
was smoke inhalation.

You want a rib? I
got plenty of them.

No. I'll pass.

You think you could have an autopsy
report for me by tomorrow noon?

Okay. No problem.

Here we are. Damn earthquake.
Look at this door.

Thank you very much.

- I appreciate it.
- Yeah.

You know,

I know this is a
bad bad time, but

I do have a couple of questions that I'd
like to ask you, they're just just routine.

Okay. Look, but if
you don't mind,

I'd like to change into
something more comfortable.

- I'll be right back.
- Sure.

Make yourself at home.

Yeah, I'll...I'll wait for you.

How long have you and your
husband been married?

Seven years.

We met at a party
in Los Angeles.

A bunch of manufacturing
executives.

Trying to impress each other.

He was the most impressive
man in the room though.

He was kind of act casual.

Leland just sort of
exuded this power.

Why were you at the party?

I've been into modeling before
I went manufacturing company.

And the CEO thought I add a
little glamour to the evening.

So he invited me along.

I think he was trying to
get in my pants though.

We figured that the accident
took place around 3:00 A.M.

Why was he out so late?

He got a phone call.

Who was it?

No. I mean a man or a woman.

Man, I think.

You think Leland was
having an affair?

I don't know. What do you think?

It's possible.

But now he's a faithful husband.

But then I wasn't always
a perfect wife either.

What...what did you
do after he left?

There you are.

I was just admiring
your antiques.

- I guess they're mine now.
- Yeah, well,

you know, I...I
know you said that

he wasn't always
faithful to you.

Did you have affairs too?

Well, I can't lie,
I had a couple,

nothing serious. I loved
my husband, Mr. Starky

Would you like to drink?

Sure.

- Bourbon all right?
- Yeah, sure.

Here you go.

I saw that.

What?

Accepting a drink while on duty isn't
that against the rules or something?

Well, I've been known to
break the rules before.

Well, what did you do,

after your husband got his call?

I went back to sleep.

Miss Hammond was
in the guest room.

It's not much of alibi, is it?

Do you think you need an alibi?

Isn't that what
this is all about?

Did I or didn't I kill my
husband for 70 million dollars?

Did you?

I'm sorry, that's
uncalled for and

currently your
husband's death is

classified as an accident.

I know.

I hope you don't
think I'm rude, but

would you be offended if I asked you to
leave? I really need some time alone.

No. No.

- I'm sorry.
- Thanks.

All right. They're in.

Tell me something.

What do you got going
with the widow?

What are you talking about?

I don't know. The way you two
grabbing ass at the morgue.

I just wondering how deep is your
investigation went before I showed up.

I had to give her a sympathetic shoulder to cry on,
so I could get in the house and plant the bugs.

Pretty smooth.

You got bugs in every
room with the kitchen.

Thank God. Trying to
transcribe the recipes.

All right. Physical surveillance,
you want day or night?

- I'll take nights.
- So you can coop?

Plus, I sleep by my own time.

All right. All right.

You are so tense.

He thinks I killed Leland.

Come on. That's impossible.

If I were you, I'll take
a couple of vallium,

relax,

and I give you a massage.

Let's work that tenseness
right out of your body.

There, that's it.

Now, you're starting to relax.

I hope you have some money put aside, just
in case this state gets tied up in probate.

I have a check and account.

Didn't Leland have a will?

Yeah.

Do you know where it is?

Probably with his
insurance papers.

Safety deposit box at the bank.

Did he have any place else where
he kept his important papers?

I don't know.

Think, Carla. I'm
trying to help you.

Well, he kept his business
papers in the desk.

Are you sure he didn't have
a secret hidden wall safe?

Well, if it's a secret, I
can't tell you, can I?

You can tell me, Carla.
I'm your friend.

What are you doing in here?

I'm just looking
for a phone book.

I want to take a
cab and go home.

Try looking under the phone.

Thanks.

- Have you tried calling Richard at home?
- He's not there.

That's strange.

I don't know where
he would've gone.

He usually needs some time
to cool off but this is...

I'm coming.

Come in.

Is that the autopsy report?

Yeah, just finish
it this morning.

I was up late last
night on a rush order.

They found all these body parts
up by the peewee golf course.

They wanted me to put them back together
and find out how many victims there were.

They brought in bags of arms and legs.
I couldn't believe it.

You know, I was up half the night trying to
figure out what to do with his spare legs.

I put all these people back
together and I had a leg leftover.

I mixed the mess crumble this one in
that, I still had a leg leftover.

But you know what I figured out? One
of the victims was built funny.

- Enjoy your chicken.
- Thanks.

She's gone.

Well, she's been home all day. Jordan's
girlfriend left this afternoon.

What's that?

It's my piss jar. I'm
stuck here all night.

I hope I don't have
to take a dump.

You and me both.

Got a call from the coroner.

Guess the cause of death?

- What? Cranial damage?
- Wrong.

Three bullets, one
right to the pump.

What kind of gun are
we looking for?

38 caliber wins the prize.

The cause of death
was not accident.

Somebody shot him three times
before crashing his car.

Well, she said she was home all
night, at the night of the murder.

Not victim's wife.

68% of the time
somebody gets killed,

It's the girlfriend, the
mom or the wife donuts.

Well, is she still in there?

Yeah. I could still
hear the shout going.

I wish we had a camera in there.

- That broad got one hell of a body.
- Come on. She's a suspect.

I still sleep with a salami.

Take it down for the ice rink
and have a right on my zimboni.

Whatever she does behind closed doors is none
of our business, unless is something criminal.

Excuse me.

What, do you win expert
on bedroom window ethics?

I mean, I say if a girl gonna take off her clothes
with the curtains open, she wants you to see.

Don't follow her. Stay
here, cover for me.

Wait a minute. We don't
have a warrant for that.

Yeah. We got a warrant
to plant bugs.

And implant this one yet if I go in
the house and find a place for it.

And while I'm poking around, happen
to come across the murder gun, huh?

I'll honk if she comes.

- Okay. I'll be right back, okay?
- Go. Go.

Riker.

I'm in. This is
your sound check.

Honk your horn if anybody comes near this
place. I don't want to get caught in here.

Okay, Riker. Bedrooms are done.

Hello.

Look, it's not a very good time.

No. The polices have been here.

Okay. Right.

I'll talk to you later.

Jeez. You scare the heck of me.

What you do? Stay for tea?

Yeah, I know. She almost caught me and
I didn't find the murder gun either.

It's there, I feel it.

That broad iced her husband.
If we follow her,

sooner or later, she'll
lead us to the evidences.

You know, I think there's a
point in the book. Maybe we

could find out where he was
going the night of the murder.

Go back.

Linda, Century Hilton.
Linda, Lowe, Santa Monica.

Looks like he had something going on
with Jordan's girlfriend, doesn't it?

Yeah, maybe we'll ask her a
couple questions. Come on.

How well did you know
Mr. Duvall?

- He was Richard's boss.
- So you didn't know him intimately.

- What do you mean by that?
- That...

- sexually.
- Of course not.

Yeah, so there'd be no
reason for you to go to a

hotel with him, like the
Century Hilton or anything.

He want to know if you were banging your
boyfriend's boss. You're gonna tell us.

Our meetings were
strictly business.

Mr. Duvall was concerned that Richard
was gonna turn state's evidences.

He wanted to know what
his frame of mind was.

See, if maybe I could help
influence him a little. All right?

Why would you help Duvall?

- Because he paid me.
- So you went screwing Duvall?

I told you no the first time you
asked that question, didn't I?

What was your relationship with
Mrs. Duvall?

I guess you could say
we were friends.

When the men discussed business,
we discussed the men.

We'd like to question
your boyfriend.

- Well, he's out of the country on a business trip.
- When do you expect him back?

Early next week.

When did he leave?

Tuesday night, I think.

The night of the murder.

As a matter of fact, it was.

Okay, Riker. What do you think?

I think she and the victim
was screwing like bunnies.

But I still say the wife pulled the
trigger. We should follow her.

Guarantee to lead us
to the evidences.

She pulled the trigger for sure.

Can I give you a hand?

Thank you.

I didn't kill my husband.

Did I ask it?

You were going to.

I wanted somebody safe and
he was becoming dangerous.

You're the best of both
worlds, aren't you?

You're a an honest
man who's just

a little bit dangerous.

Did you ever

feel like you were in danger?

I guess,

when the threatening calls
started coming in from

a citizens group that was
suing Leland's company.

Threatening calls? Death threats?

Yeah. Let's not talk
about that now.

You know what, I gotta go.
I gotta go.

Okay.

You can come back
tomorrow night.

Please, I need you.

I can't believe this.

So neat. How could
you live like this?

- You're late.
- Hey, bite my ears, Pops.

Just looking at this
secondary suspects.

Anything good today?

No. No. She...she
was out all day.

Yeah. What about the guy that made
the phone call while you were

searching for the gun in the
house it could be an accomplice.

Well, you know, we don't know that she
did it, I mean I never found the gun.

Yeah, but you didn't get to
look everyplace, did you?

For my boat, I know one
place you'll look.

In the panties drawer.
Anything good in there?

You know, I'm gonna take this home and
transcribe this tonight. Why don't

you take this tape recorder and go
on and get out of here now, okay?

Is that mean that you're not gonna
tell me the story about the panties?

Yeah. I'm tired. I'm wanna get some sleep.
Go on. Get out of here.

All right.

And by the way,

we got the lab report back
on those tire tracks.

We're looking for those SR 70 radial 15's.
Those big 15 inches.

Well, yeah. See so it
couldn't be her car.

No, we're looking for a
four-door American sedan.

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I didn't kill my husband.

Did I ask it?

Come on, erase. Already erased, come on.

Yeah.

Don't say a word.

What are you doing?

Come on, sucker. Say
something, come on.

I'm gonna get this guy.

This one fun.

Hey! Hey!

You there!

Stop! Hold that!
Freeze right there!

So tight!

It's supposed to be action slide.

Run away, sucker! I got a
picture of you anyway.

Sick!

So, anything
happened last night?

See, I had visitor last night.
I chased him. Ripped my pants.

Well, what, he get away?

Yeah. But this the first good
break we got in this case so far.

- Why is that?
- Come on, Starky.

Husband gets murdered,
wife gets laid.

You tell me that doesn't make
this guy a prime suspect.

- Do you have any idea who this guy is?
- Yeah.

What's the matter with you?
You're acting weird.

You're jealous because somebody
gonna get a piece of that?

No.

I took a picture of him. It was kind
of dark, I don't know if I got much.

- I also got some hot evidences.
- What?

I got his voice on tape.
He said, don't talk.

We can make a voice print
to match him up with the

guy who called her what he
was searching the house.

- Did you recognize the voice?
- No, but the analyzer will.

You should've heard it.

You got to get me that tape from yesterday,
so I could bring it down to the lab.

Yeah, sure. Let's check out
this Allred guy first, okay?

Okay.

What is it?

Look likes this one here.

Reminds me of my aunt's
place in Jersey.

Marv Riker, homicide.

This is Peter Starky. He's SEC. Mind if we
ask you a few questions there, Mr. Allred?

Been wondering how long it would
take you guys to find me.

It's about Leland Duvall's
little accident, isn't it?

Somebody shot him three times.

What do you want me to say?
I'm sorry he's dead? I'm not.

That bastard killed my son.
His company did it.

Maybe they weren't beaten safety
standards, there are internal memos

from an engineer, but making a
safe product with a cut profits.

So they let 105 people die.

This is all I have
left from Katie now.

Duvall got off easy.

He should have been burned alive, like
my son and 104 other people he killed.

Where were you, Wednesday night,
between 12:00 and 2:00 A.M.?

In bed. You can ask my wife.

- Anyone else verify that?
- What the hell do you mean by that?

Look, I'm glad that bastard is
dead, but I didn't kill him.

Whoever did it ought
to be given a reward.

Hell, I'd pay my share.

Kill a man, bastard, is
not a community service.

Thanks. Thanks for
your time, okay?

- He should have been burned alive!
- Yes, thanks very much. I appreciate. Thank you.

Well, that guy is
a loose cannon.

But then he killed Duvall.

Yes, he did. He's not hiding his
motive very well and his alibis sucks.

For a minute there, I thought
he was gonna confess.

Yeah. He's a type of guy who would have
killed Duvall with a hi line then dial 911.

Typical fine upstanding. I still
favored the victim's wife.

She killed her husband, Starky.

The picture and the casettes gonna
nail her accomplice. I bet,

she's even got the murder gun hidden somewhere
in the house. Just wait to use it on this guy.

What the hell's going on?

I'll get it.

- Yeah.
- Mrs. Duvall.

- Hope I didn't wake you.
- What do you want?

Pardon me. Bob Riker.

- Homicide.
- Mr. Riker, do you know what time it is?

- Why? You're expecting company?
- Do I look like I'm expecting company?

- I just follow things.
- Look, what do you want?

Just looking around.

Look, if you don't have a warrant,
I'm gonna ask you to leave.

Look, we just have a nice
little friendly chat, but

- if you'd like me to get a warrant.
- I think that would be appropriate. Yes.

Just a minute.

Mr. Riker. Mr. Riker.

You can't go up here.

Mr. Riker.

The door is this way.

See anything you want?

I just got a little mixed up.

You know, you can assure your
superior gonna hear about this.

Yes, ma'am. You
do what you like.

By the way,

recognize this man?

Come on, lady,
look at the photo.

No, I've never seen him
before in my life.

That's funny. You were snoop
with the mole last night.

Thank you for your time,
Mrs. Duvall.

You're early.

Yeah. Well, I thought you
might like to listen to this.

It's a tape of a phone
conversation with the mystery man.

- I almost had a face-to-face with him.
- Yeah?

He's in there right now.

I went over knocked on the door,
I think I disturbed their morning screw.

Figured I see him face-to-face,
get a good look at him.

But he hid in the
bedroom like a milkman.

Well, maybe...maybe you can figure
out something from the tape.

- Yeah. All right. I'll see you later.
- Yeah. Good luck.

Here we go.

How soon before you can
get that comparison made?

I can get started right now.
I have this afternoon.

Are you about through
with the gun?

Yeah, sure. But,

I thought maybe me and you, we take that
test-fired first, you know, just for fun.

No, that's okay. I think I've
had plenty of fun. Thanks.

- Charlie, I'd like you to do me a favor.
- Sure.

I'd like you to compare the voice on this telephone
tape with the voice on this bedroom tape.

Maybe we get lucky
and get a match.

Okay. You'll be able to see the
voices on a spectroscope right there.

Okay. If the two voices seem to
be hitting in the same range,

I'll switch them over to the same
scope, see if we have a perfect match.

If that doesn't work, I got
plenty more tapes for you.

Hopefully we'll get lucky on the first tape.
Keep your eye on the scope.

It's not a match.

See how the lines here and
here, too high to correspond

to anything on this tape.
It's two different people.

Well,

play around with
somebody's here because

Maybe we can get a voice match.

We got couple of walk holes
inside the usual suspects.

You know, the doctor, the
lawyer, a few of our friends.

That's it. I'll get right on it.

- Thanks.
- See you later, Riker.

No. No. Wait. Wait. I'm a police officer.
Don't put...don't put me on hold.

Good news, Mr. Starky. Looks like
you're finally made a perfect match.

- What?
- Yeah.

You have a perfect match.
47 points.

You found the murder gun.

Starky!

What the hell are
you doing here?

Aren't you supposed to
be out on a stakeout?

Yeah, I was, but...

I got an idea. You said that the mystery man was
supposed to be in the house with Mrs. Duvall?

Yeah.

So, I wrote down the license plates
of all the cars that were parked out

there, and ran a make on them, see
if I could get a lead on this guy.

Great. What do you got?

I'll take care of it.

Maybe you could
save me some work.

Looking and spending a half a day
with sound, listening to the tapes.

I'll get back to you.

Yeah.

Perfect match. Who is it?

I don't know. I can play the
tape with one of our speakers.

Do it! Do it!

- Voice one.
- Riker.

I'm in. This is
your sound check.

Honk your horn if anybody comes near this
place. I don't want to get caught in here.

- Voice two.
- Not a word.

- Don't say a word.
- Give me that tape.

- Want me to log it into evidence?
- No.

I'll take care of it.

Peter. Hi.

Something wrong?

We have to talk.

- Come on in.
- No. No, I...

I don't think we should be

seeing each other anymore.

- Why not? Have I done something wrong?
- I don't know.

But you'd tell me if you
did it, wouldn't you?

What? If I said yes, would that
make any difference, Peter?

That change your
feelings for me?

That wouldn't change
what we've done.

I open myself with you like I never had
before. I trusted you and I cared for you.

Did you ever feel the same for me with
is all act, because I want to know.

I care for you but I got a job.

Fuck your job!

Wait a second. Just wait!

I got to know.

Do you own a 38 caliber
Smith & Wesson revolver?

Is there a 38 caliber Smith &
Wesson revolver on these premises?

Is this the gun?

Is this what you came
here for, Peter?

No. That's not the gun.

Is this what you want?

Is that what you want?

You want it?

You want it?

I'll let you have it.

Take it.

Jordan gave me the gun at
the night of the murder.

He said he talked to Leland,
didn't wanted me to hide it.

They were afraid the SEC would search
Jordan's apartment and find the gun.

It was unregistered and turn that
had a few brushes with the law.

Why didn't you tell me you had the
gun after your husband been killed?

Because you would've
thought I was involved.

Jordan called me the next day.

He threatened to name me as an accomplice
if I told the police anything.

You were there when I
got the call, remember?

Have you...

have you talked to Jordan since?

No.

I think he and Linda
left the country.

I trust you.

You've got to believe I'm
not involved in this.

Please. I don't want it to end.

I don't want it to end at all.

So, you come back tomorrow.

I'll think about it.

Think hard.

Alright.

Alright, take it easy. I'll give you
whatever you want. What do you want?

You owe me for a pair
of slacks, lover boy.

- Riker?
- Right.

Was it worth, Starky? Was it
worth killed her husband?

- What are you talking about?
- 70 million dollars, remember?

- Don't let me have to shoot you!
- What is with you, Riker?

What? Are you out of your mind?

Let's look at the facts.

Duvall was alive
before you got here.

How do I know you and the wife didn't
hook up and plan the murder together?

- Why would I do that?
- Why?

70 million bucks for you.
That's why.

- And the babe ain't buried box.
- Come on.

You spoon it out now.

I got a picture of you
leaving the house.

You got the murder gun with
your fingerprints all over it.

Come on. If I help Carla kill her
husband, why would I ask you in on it?

To throw off the murder investigation.
Which is exactly you've been doing.

Why would I find the murder
gun and have it test fired?

I don't know.

But what I do know is you tampered with
evidence, you've been recorded over a tape.

Come on. I had to.
She said my name.

Is that all? How do I know you didn't
plan the whole murder cover-up?

Alright. Look. Look.

I had an affair with the prime suspect,
which is wrong and I admit it, okay? But

I didn't want to tell
you about it because

I thought you'd jump to
the wrong conclusion.

So you were working undercover.

I don't believe you, Starky.

I mean you're screwing a woman
that might have killed her husband

in cold blood. How do you know
you're not the next victim?

Because I don't have any money.
Come on, will you

put your gun away? You're
making me nervous.

I don't know what the DA's
gonna make it this mess.

You know, she's liable to walk.
Was she thinking with your dick?

I'm telling you, she
didn't kill her husband.

Oh no. She just happened
to have the murder gun.

There you go, think we
can think again, Starky.

She told me Jordan came by the night of the
murder, gave her the gun, asked her to hide it.

Why?

Because he thought we'd toss his place and
find it. You know, the gun isn't registered.

You didn't read the rest of the
ballistics report, did you?

The gun registered
to Richard Jordan.

Well, why would he lie to her?
Tell her it was hot.

Maybe, just maybe,

tell her to hide the
gun, she hides it,

we find out the hubby was shot,
search the house, bingo.

Murder gun. Her
fingerprints all over it.

Jordan framed her.

What do we know about
this guy, Jordan?

Let's find out.

- Looks like he's home.
- Wait a minute.

Great.

SR 70, inside 15.

Match.

You're kidding.

This car was parked
at the crime scene.

Same tire tread wear
as in the photos.

Looks like you off
the hook, Starky.

- Unless you're having an affair with Jordan too.
- Very nice. Should we go and ask him?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. He's not home.
He's been gone since Tuesday.

- How about his girlfriend?
- Linda?

Yeah, I think she went with him.

- Alright, thanks.
- Bye.

I think we toss the place and if we find
anything good, we'll get a warrant. Yeah.

What if Jordan comes back?

Don't worry. We'll tell him we got a search
warrant. Show him some papers. I've done it before.

What do we have here?

This guy was riding on a horse
with no name, this guy Jordan.

Jeez, look at this place.

I could afford it if I was
making five times my salary.

- Let's have a beer.
- Riker.

Hey! Riker!

Riker.

Look. It's...

he's no junkey.

- Now I got beer.
- Hey! Hey!

Let's go check the
bedrooms, okay?

Looks like he's cleared out.

All his clothes are gone.

I wonder why he didn't take the
picture of his girlfriend.

Maybe he took her with him.

Hey, Starky. Check this out.

More ammo for the murder gun.

He's got the gun licenses and
the permit to carry it too.

Yeah. Look what I got here.
Airline ticket receipts.

Two first-class tickets to Bimini made
out to Richard Jordan and Linda Hammond.

Wow. Take notice. He left the day after
the murder, she left two days after.

Yeah, the day we questioned her.

Got an informant over at the airport
maybe can recognize these two.

Willis, do you recognize these
people hanging around the airport?

Yeah. I have seen her. I tried to help
her with the bags, but she refused

She left Friday night
about 9:00 or so.

Flew Air Jamaica.

I'm not sure about
this gentleman.

Yeah. I did see a man in the
airport that looked like this,

very early Wednesday morning. But
he looks older in this picture.

Well, where did he go?

You know, it's a coincidence.
He also flew Air Jamaica.

WiIlis, I owe you one.

Alright, don't give in,
Mr. Riker.

Don't worry. Take care.

You gotta get an international
APB out on these two.

- Not yet.
- Why not, not yet?

Starky.

She's still suspect. You got it?

I'm gonna find out where
she got that gun anyway.

Marv Riker, homicide.

I got a few questions for you,
Mrs. Duvall.

- What kind of questions?
- Just routine.

Starky tells me that your husband's
business associate, Richard Jordan,

gave you a 38 caliber revolver
to hide from me. Is that true?

- What's this about?
- Answer the question.

Yes, Jordan gave me the gun.
He was afraid

Starky will get a warrant
and search his home.

- When did he give you this gun?
- Tuesday.

- The afternoon?
- At night.

- What time? 9, 10 o'clock?
- 2 A.M..

So, it was Wednesday?

Yes, detective Riker. Technically
that would be Wednesday, yes.

Was Jordan in the habit of dropping by
your house at that hour in the morning?

What the hell kind of question is that?

Just answer the question,
Mrs. Duvall.

Was Jordan in the habit of
seeing you at 2:00 A.M.?

No.

You admitted to Starky, that you weren't
faithful to your husband while he was alive.

Were you having an
affair with Jordan?

I don't have to answer that.

Come on, lady.

And you just gonna stand there?

Answer the question.

Were you doing Jordan?

No.

He hit on me a couple of times.
I turned him down flat.

He was my husband's employee, for Christ's sake.
His girlfriend was in the house that night.

Fine.

But you must have had some
kind of relationship with him.

Or he wouldn't have come here at 2:00 A.M.
and given you the murder gun.

He said he talked to Leland.
Leland agreed to hide the gun.

I said I would take care of it.

I put it in a cabinet somewhere, until
Leland got home, but he never came home.

If you think Jordan and I killed
Leland for 70 million dollars,

then why am I standing here
answering questions for you,

and him and that bimbo are
off to Bimini somewhere.

I don't have any more questions for you,
Mrs. Duvall. Thank you for your time. Sorry.

You just stood there and let
him talk to me like that.

- It's just routine.
- Routine?

I really thought
we had something.

But you never care about
anything but your job.

You used me, Peter. Like I
was some sort of whore.

You used me to get that 70 million dollars.
But I am not the whore, Peter. You are.

I never want to see you again.
Get out.

Good bye.

Good. Very good. I see Oscars,
Academy Award performance.

Thank you. You should
have seen his face.

I thought he was gonna cry.

Well, I think you got
him to believe you.

And why wouldn't he? I'm great.

I was afraid he would search the
house and end up finding you.

Wouldn't it be sad, would it?

So listen. Is that a
gun in your pants?

I'm happy. Really happy.

We got to talk.

- Look, Peter. It's over. Please leave.
- No. No.

We're talking.

Knock, knock.

Jordan?

Wrong.

Darling, why don't you
take the gun from him.

Oh yeah.

Alright, Steven. You crook. You're going right
through that vent with this little man.

Nate.

I'm Riker, homicide.

I'd like to put out an
APB on Richard Jordan.

52, male Caucasian,
brown and blue.

Alright. I'll send
you down the photo.

Here. In. in.

Now.

That'd be odd.

Mr. Jordan is supposed to be in Bimini.
So he can't kill you.

What about the cry thing?

No. No. No. That's too suspicious. Besides the
cops gonna come back here sooner later, okay?

I have a great idea.

Riker, I've got that final
autopsy of Duvall case. The lab

sent it over a few days ago,
but you haven't been around.

Yeah. Just put it on top of the pile there.
I'll get to it when I get to it.

Damn.

You mean Duvall was a junkey?

Insulin.

No.

Jordan was the diabetic.

Rocky, do me a favor. Get
me Starky right away.

Tell him to get in touch
with me immediately.

Okay. Sure.

Here's what we gonna do. Get rid of
that body and we put in Jordan's condo.

Then we're going to shoot him and
kill him, with his own gun, then

I'm gonna take his Medic Alert
bracelet and put it in his hand.

And when Linda gets so sick
and tired of being in Bimini,

she's gonna come home, right?
And she's gonna find the body,

and she's gonna assume
that Jordan did it.

Yeah, to try cover it out.

Absolutely.

Implicating herself in the process.
Very good, darling.

Jesus. It's another cop.

Alright. You stay here.
You watch him.

If he moves, you kill him.

Still warm.

He's get his jollies off.

I'll kill him.

Oh, God.

- Hold it right there. Freeze!
- Alright. Okay.

Don't make a move! I'll
blow your head off!

- Where's Starky?
- Upstairs.

Let's go!

Right here.

Better not be dead.

He's not dead. Dead?

- You're making a real big mistake, pal.
- No. You're making a mistake.

I don't think so.

Okay. What do we do now?

I don't know what we're
gonna do, alright?

Go get the gun. I'll get the car.
Alright? Thank you.

You son of a...

No! No!

Damn!

Sweetheart, where are you going?

I love you.

Hi!

Empty?

Any last words?

Just three.

Go to hell.

You want me to read
you your rights?

Is that really necessary?

My husband killed
Detective Riker.

You killed my husband.

That couldn't be simpler.

What about the money?

Peter, there's 70 million dollars
waiting for us somewhere.

My husband hid it.

Let's say, you spend two weeks
looking for it and give up.

Then we meet and split it?

You wouldn't have to split it.
We can share it.

No deal.

Are you sure?

Good bye.

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