All language subtitles for MSW s06e10 Class Act.eng

You're off the case!
You're kidding.

You're gonna replace
Charlie Greer at Fremont University.

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Dad, it's okay.

Before we drag each other
down the aisle,

Joe and me, we wanna...

We wanna try things out.

What things?

Blackmail.
Makes sense to me.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Back off.

Sorry, but my engine
doesn't run in reverse.

Somebody wants you
off the force real bad.

Jake, I'm sorry,
but you're wrong.

No!

That is absolutely untrue.

You have not been
put out to graze.

Yes. Yes, I'm sure you do.

Now, look, I may be
flying out there in a month,

and I promise I will call you
the minute that I land.

Wonderful.

Well, love to Janie.

Bye.

(EXCLAIMS)

Jake Ballinger.

Now, there is a man
to be reckoned with.

A year ago he was the pride
of LA's homicide division,

and if he wasn't
exactly Mr. Popularity,

he had the respect
of the men that he worked with.

And then he accidentally
stepped on the wrong toe,

and suddenly
his life went topsy-turvy.

But I'm getting
ahead of myself.

It started
at a deserted beach

on a night in July,
well past midnight.

A young drifter
named Leo Gunderson

made his way onto the sand,

looking for a place to sleep.

WOMAN: You know
what I want.

MAN: It's too much.

What are you doing?
Stop it!

Oh, my God!

(SCREAMING)

Miss?

Miss, are you all right?

(DOG BARKING)

JAKE: And what the hell
is this all about, huh?

The Gunderson kid
copped a plea, Jake.

What's the matter with you?
Can't you read?

That kid
didn't kill that girl any more than you did.

I've been busting my butt
for three weeks.

Come on.
No, the case is closed.

Huh? Not by me, it isn't.

Who's his lawyer?
Some wet-nosed kid from the PD's office?

I didn't ask you up here
to argue, you know.

Oh, come on,
you know this stinks.

Sit down.

I'm going over your head,
Joe.

Nothing personal.

Jake,
there's no place to go.

You're off the case!

Matter of fact,
you've been transferred.

Effective immediately.

I must be crowding
somebody pretty big, huh?

Where am I going, Joe?

Night beat
in the San Pedro docks, huh?

No.
As a matter of fact, you're gonna replace

Charlie Greer
at Fremont University.

You're kidding.

I wish I were.

What am I, senile, Joe?

Joe, that's the last stop
before oblivion.

The department
has a contract

with the university
to supply them

with an experienced
instructor.

I am not going
to start wet-nursing a bunch of pimply-faced...

Will you listen to me?

You don't have a choice.

If you don't like it,
you can quit.

That's a quote
from upstairs.

If you ask me, Jake,
somebody wants you off the force real bad.

(BELL RINGING)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Now that I have
your attention,

my name is Ballinger.

Detective lieutenant
first grade.

Initial A as in Amos,

J as in Jason.

Badge number 750162.

Many of you were expecting
to see Captain Greer

standing here this morning.

Well, I'm happy
to inform you

the Captain has been retired
on full pension

with thanks
from the department for a job well done.

(STUDENTS CHEERING)

Unhappily for you,

I have been selected
to take his place.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

I have it
on reliable information

that Criminology 240
has been a haven

for the chronically lazy

and a swell place
to knock off 40 winks

between lunch
at the student union

and a 24-hour poker game

in the basement
of the dormitory.

(STUDENTS CHEERING)

Well, my young friends,

let me inform you
of the sad news.

The boondoggle is over.

Now, those of you
who wish to stay enrolled in this class

will learn a new definition
of the word "work."

I will not cast upon you
pearls of wisdom

accumulated over 25 years.

I will cram them
down your throat,

in your ears

and any other orifice
into which they will conveniently fit.

I plan to set
a mean pace here.

Those who can't keep up

will be suitably rewarded

with a failing grade.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

class will reconvene
tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.

Oh!

A few of you may decide

that there is
a less demanding way

to earn three credits
toward your graduation.

Please feel free
to go elsewhere with my blessing.

(HUMMING)

(EXCLAIMING IN PAIN)

JANE: Dad?
Yeah, I'm in here, Janie.

Is something burning?

(FEIGNS LAUGHTER)

You're not going
to eat that?

I'm starving.

I thought
we had an agreement.

I don't bust pushers,
you don't bake, boil or fry.

Hey, look,
I lost 20 pounds. I'm in great shape.

I mean, what do you
want from me? I gotta eat.

Throw that out.
I bought lamb chops.

Are you kidding?
I love my eggs this way.

Yeah, the toast looks
pretty appetizing, too.

Yeah.

So,

how was things
at General Hospital today?

Oh, the usual influx
of broken bones,

contusions, abrasions.

How was your day,
Professor?

Hey, don't be smart,
young lady, huh?

That bad?

Well, actually,
it was okay.

I delivered a speech
guaranteed to frighten off the whole pack of them.

I bet when I show up tomorrow,
there'll be nobody there.

No class, no students.

(TOAST CRUNCHING LOUDLY)

I'm not gonna have you
up all night with indigestion.

(WHISTLING)
Caesar!

(MEOWS)

(MEOWS CURIOUSLY)

(YOWLS)

So, Joe coming over tonight?

No, Joe's working.

Gee, he's been working
three straight nights.

Anything wrong
with you two guys?

Nothing a mutual night off
wouldn't cure.

You know,
maybe if you'd stop trying

to stash away a million bucks
before you got married...

Who said
we're getting married?

Oh?

Dad, it's okay.

I didn't say anything,
did I?

Before we drag each other
down the aisle,

Joe and me, we wanna...

We wanna try things out.

What things?

(PHONE RINGING)

Look, Janie,
I am not broad-minded.

I am not even
moderately tolerant.

The fact of the matter
is that no daughter of mine

is going to start
trying things. Hello!

Yeah, this is
Lieutenant Ballinger.

I'll be there
in 20 minutes.

Dad? What is it?

It's Anna Gunderson.
She's in the hospital. She's critical.

She asked to see me.

She was jaywalking.
Mmm-hmm.

Oh, here it is.

Young kid who hit her
is a basket case.

Yeah?

He says he didn't see her.
I believe him.

Okay, thanks.
All right.

Mrs. Gunderson?

Lieutenant Ballinger?

Yeah.
Oh, thank God.

Look, the doctors
don't want you to talk too long, now, so...

My son. My boy, Leo.

Yes?

He writes me from the jail.

It is bad for him, very bad.

Lieutenant, he did not do
what they say.

Look, Mrs. Gunderson,
he pleaded guilty.

Because he was afraid.

Because he did not
understand.

They told him
he would be killed

in the gas chamber

if he did not confess.

So he confessed.

But he's innocent.

He told me you believed him.

Mrs. Gunderson, I'm sorry,

the case is closed.

Lieutenant, please,
someone must help him.

You must help him
before he dies in that place.

Jake never did have much use
for departmental politics.

And when it came to a choice

between helping Anna Gunderson
or bending the rule book,

well, for Jake,
the decision was easy.

First thing the next morning,

he went to visit
his friend Sam Kendall

at the forensics laboratory.

Kendall was an old friend

who never said no
when Jake needed a favor.

You working, Sam,
or you just looking at dirty pictures?

Damn it, Jake,
don't sneak up on me like that, will you?

Here, you wanna
see something wild?

Yeah.
Take a peek.

Yuck!
Beautiful, huh?

That's a lung section
taken from a guy

that was washed up
on the beach Sunday,

tentatively identified

as a real estate broker
by the name of Waterford.

Only it isn't.

See the lovely
gobs of nicotine?

Waterford didn't smoke,
right?

Right.
Right.

You know, Sam,
if I ever decide to commit murder,

I'm gonna make sure
you're on vacation.

So what can I do for you?

A few weeks ago,
the Gunderson case,

you made a cast
of a tire tread near the murder site.

Look, Jake,
that case is closed.

Yeah, well, I know,
but I'm just a little curious.

What did you find?

Look, I can't help you.

The file has been sealed.

Well, by who?

Superior Court.

Well, which judge?

I don't know.
Oh, come on, Sam.

Look, I'm sorry.

It's my job.

I can't tell you.

RAWLINGS: You have
a hearing problem, Jake?

The Gunderson case
is over with.

Who ordered
the records sealed, huh?

I'm not getting through
to you, am I?

Currently you're on
detached assignment.

Until told otherwise,
you're a teacher.

So go teach.

Look, Joe,
I want the name of that judge, huh?

I don't know it,

and if I did,
I wouldn't give it to you.

Damn it, Jake,
you're not a rookie anymore.

Guys who knew you when,
old guys like me,

we're getting squeezed out
by these computer types

with the alphabet soup
college degrees.

Yeah, I noticed.

Then get smart.

Only got six years
till your pension.

It's a lousy deal.
It's the only deal you're gonna get.

So close your eyes,
hold your nose and ride it out.

Is that what you're doing,
Joe?

And I only hope I make it.

(BELL RINGING)

I'm sorry!
I'm sorry about that.

Excuse me.

Good morning.

Sir.

I guess you weren't here
yesterday morning, Mr...

Berndlestein.

Oh, yes, sir,
I was here.

That's "steen," sir.

The what?

"Berndlesteen,"
not "Berndlestine."

Most everybody
just calls me Bernie.

Do they?
Mmm-hmm.

Ah.

Good morning.
Good morning, Lieutenant.

Elizabeth Mills.
I was here yesterday as well.

You do know
that this is Criminology 240.

I believe that's spelled out
on the card.

Yeah, well, forgive me
if I seem ungallant, Miss Mills...

That's Mrs.

Oh, Mrs. Mills.

What I was about to say

was that I am
a little surprised to see a lady of your

maturity

attending an undergraduate
course.

When I should be home
diapering the babies

and getting
the old man's dinner on the table?

Look, Lieutenant, suppose
we understand each other

right from the start.

I have no children,

my husband and I were
divorced five years ago.

At the moment,
I'm the assistant

to the chief claims
investigator

for a major
life insurance company.

My boss, poor man,

either through heredity
or environment,

has been turned by life
into a narrow-minded,

male macho stuffed shirt

who is totally ill-equipped
to do his job.

I give him another six months

before management
starts looking around for his replacement,

and when they do,
I want them to look my way.

Now, I hope that satisfies you
as to my reasons for being here

and you won't continue
to look upon me

as just another pretty face.

Honey, that's one mistake
I'll probably never make again.

Good. Well, now that
we have that settled, shall we get started?

Suppose you begin
by telling us what text we'll be using.

Text?

No, no, no. I...

I'm not much for textbooks
or classrooms.

You see, this is gonna be
more like a lab course,

with lots of
practical application.

(ELIZABETH PANTING)

Actually,
what I really wanted to be

was a cop, like my dad
and my Uncle Marvin,

only my eyes weren't
really too good, so...

I used to eat
10 carrots a day. It didn't really help much.

Will you keep up,
Mrs. Mills?

We can't take
all day here.

Next time, I will dress
for the occasion.

I'm wearing contact lenses.
You probably didn't notice.

Yeah, it slipped
right past me.

Well, anyway,
for the time being, I'm driving a cab,

you know, until I get
my business established.

What kind of business
is that?

I'm a PI.

Yeah,
I'm a private investigator.

I mean, I will be
as soon as I get my license.

As soon as I pass
this course,

that is.

If I pass this course,
that is,

sir.

All right, here we are.
Scene of the crime.

I didn't know this included
a course in calisthenics.

If you can't keep up,
Mrs. Mills,

there's always
home economics.

You just talk as fast
as you like, Lieutenant.

I'm terrific at shorthand.

All us girls are.
It's hereditary.

Okay.

About four months ago,
a young girl by the name of Janet Carr

was killed on this beach.

It was early morning,
about 1:00 a.m.

Now, the medical examiner
says that she struggled with her assailant,

she fell,

she struck her head
on a jagged rock and she died instantly.

They arrested a young guy
by the name of Leo Gunderson at the scene of the crime.

Oh, yeah, I think
I read about that.

Yeah, well, you also read
that he pleaded guilty to manslaughter.

Excuse me if I seem dense,
Lieutenant,

but what's the point?

The point is, Mrs. Mills,

that Leo Gunderson
is innocent.

Which is why
he confessed?

He confessed because
he had the stuffing scared out of him

by some assistant DA.

So now he's doing five to 10
for involuntary manslaughter

while the killer
of Janet Carr walks around free.

Oh, I get it.
You're gonna get the guy, right?

Me? No, no, no, not me,
Mr. Berndlestein.

You see,
these days I'm a teacher,

not a homicide detective.

However,

there's nothing that says
that an actual case

cannot be used
as a class project,

and if my students,
in their pursuit of knowledge,

just happen to unearth
some evidence

of justice gone awry,

well, isn't that
what the educational process is all about?

COGDEN: I had no idea
you'd need an office, Lieutenant.

I'm afraid this
is all we have left.

(SNEEZES)

JAKE: Bless you.

I'll get Maintenance
up here right away.

If you had let me know
earlier...

Well, I'm also gonna
need a phone,

preferably two phones.

Well, yes, I suppose.

And a secretary, huh?

Oh, dear me,
I'm not sure about that.

You're not...

Look, Dean,

when the boys downtown

first offered me
this assignment, I mean,

I jumped at it.

And you know why?

Because I saw
an opportunity to mold minds,

to instill
in our young people

a respect for
the American justice system.

No matter how big
the workload, Dean,

I'm with you, huh?

All I want from you, Dean,
right now, in return, is just a little support, okay?

Well, perhaps
one of our undergraduates on scholarship.

They're always looking
for part-time work.

That's great.
Thank you so much.

If I need anything else,
I'll let you know, huh?

Thank you. Thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks!

George, it's Liz Mills.
How are you?

Listen, George,
I need a favor.

I'm taking a course
in criminology at the university...

(SARCASTICALLY) Yeah, yeah,
it's loads of laughs,

but it's going to look
very, very good on my résumé.

Anyway, our first
big assignment

is to investigate
a young woman named Janet Carr.

Her last known address
was 4029 Lankershim.

Carr. C-A-R-R.

She died
about four months ago.

You might have read
about it.

Anyway, George,
it occurred to me that she may have a policy.

We didn't carry it.
Neither did Prudential or Mutual.

I don't know
if a claim was filed

or even if there was
such a policy.

George,
would you be a sweetheart?

Just punch it
into your computer,

see if you come up
with anything?

Oh, thank you. I'll hold.

Madge, call Neil.
Cancel me out of lunch. I'm gonna be working in.

Have the deli send me up
corned beef on rye.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, George?

Oh, terrific!

Her real name's what?

Could you spell that?

And what address do you have?

That's no good.
She moved out of that place a year ago.

Well, who's the beneficiary
on the policy?

Come on, George,
this involves a murder.

I mean, where's your sense
of civic duty?

Good fellow. Okay.

And what address
do you have for the beneficiary?

George, George,
I love you!

Next time you're in
the neighborhood,

you call me and I'll take you
to lunch, okay? Bye-bye.

Hello.
Mrs. Summerfield? Yes.

My name is Elizabeth Mills.

I'm from Coastland Insurance,

and I wondered if I could
have a word with your husband.

Oh, I'm sorry,
he's out of town on business.

Oh, I see.

He's not expected back
until Friday.

Is there something
I can do for you?

No, I don't think so.
Thanks.

I hope you're not here
to sell us any more coverage.

I'm afraid Carl and I have
more than we need already.

Carl?
Yes, my husband.

Gee, that's funny.
I was given the name Jeremy Summerfield.

(CRYING)

Who did you say you were?

Elizabeth Mills,
Coastland Insurance.

I'm sorry.

I don't have anything
to do with our insurance,

and I'm really
very busy now.

Come here.

Mrs. Summerfield,
I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to upset you.

I just wanted to ask you
a few questions.

That's all we've had
for a year now, is questions.

They never end.

When are you people
going to stop?

Hello.

Well, good afternoon,
Mrs. Mills.

Thank you for calling me
this afternoon.

I wouldn't want to
be left out of this investigation of yours.

Well, thank you.
I knew you'd be grateful.

At the risk
of being obvious,

may I point out to you
that I am the detective on this case, huh?

Lieutenant, if we're gonna
stand on ceremony,

we're never gonna
get anywhere.

Now, this is what I have
in a nutshell.

Mrs. Summerfield
wasn't much help,

but the neighbors
love to chat.

If you ever decide
to commit murder, don't do it on that block.

If I ever decide
to commit murder, you'll be the first to know.

SISTER MARIA: Yes, Lieutenant,
that poor young girl was with us for several weeks.

I'm afraid
that's all I can tell you.

Our girls are promised
total anonymity.

I really must
respect that.

Well, I understand, Sister,
but these are special circumstances.

I mean, you know,
Janet Carr is dead.

So I've just learned.

We knew her
by her real name,

Jeanette Cardini.

In any case,
it doesn't make any difference.

Sister, we know
Janet was pregnant when she came here

and that the son was adopted
by a family named Summerfield.

How did you learn that?

How Mrs. Mills
accidentally stumbled upon that piece of information

is irrelevant, Sister.

But this is
the first real link we've been able to establish

with Janet's past.

Sister, could you
give us the name of the child's father?

I can't.

Jeanette never revealed
his identity.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm sorry, too.

But, Sister...

Sister, did she
ever receive any mail

or write to anybody
on a regular basis?

No.

She was
a very private person.

What about phone calls?

Oh, a few, I suppose.

We really don't have
any way to check.

Not even long distance?

Oh, my! Yes.

She did make
one phone call.

Upstate somewhere.

The night before
the child was born.

Yes, here we are.

The child was born
on the eighth,

and the phone call was made
the evening of the seventh.

Here it is.

Area code 916.

Yeah, I see it,
I see it.

916 is Sacramento.

She talked
for almost 30 minutes.

Sister, do you mind?
I'm dying of curiosity.

Go right ahead.

The usual procedure,
Mrs. Mills,

is to verify
through the phone company.

ELIZABETH: Why?
This is so much faster.

Hello.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I must have dialed
the wrong number. Is this 5594?

Oh, 5595.

I do apologize.

Now shall we try it
my way?

Why, Lieutenant?

I didn't dial
the wrong number at all.

I just wanted to make sure
I had the right number.

5595.

That was the home
of State Senator Andrew Grainger.

Nothing made
Jake Ballinger happier

than to learn
that State Senator Andrew Grainger

was on the other end
of that phone call from Janet Carr.

Now at least he knew
where the political pressure was coming from,

why he had been
shipped off to Coventry

and who had managed to
get the court records sealed.

Hey, buddy,
you wanna move it?

We're trying
to work here.

Good morning, sir.
Good morning, Berndlestein.

Watch your feet,
old-timer.

Okay, up against the wall.
Watch your end.

Moira, this is
Lieutenant Ballinger.

Oh, the teach!
Hello, how are you?

I'm Moira McShane.
It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

The dean sent me up.
I'm your new secretary.

My shorthand's fantastic,
my typing's not bad.

I can give you three,
maybe four hours a day.

We'll work around
my schedule.

Fine.

I made a list
of what you'll need, starting with phones.

That usually takes
about a week.

Everything else takes longer,

unless you know
which buttons to press, and I know.

If anyone tries
to push you around, you just refer them to me.

Why don't you
take your jacket off?

We're gonna need some help
moving the bookcase.

Why not?

So, Berndlestein,
did you get in touch with Senator Grainger yet?

No, sir. I mean, I...

I called Sacramento,
but he's not there, sir.

Yeah? Here you go.
The legislature's in recess.

He's down here
working out of his local office

for the next
couple of weeks.

I thought you said
your name was "Berndlesteen."

I answer to anything.

I'm always delighted
to meet a member of the academic community.

Welcome.
Please, sit down. Thanks.

Is it Doctor
or Professor or...

Well, Lieutenant will be
just fine.

Lieutenant?
Yeah.

I'm sorry, I...

Ballinger, LAPD.

I'm currently assigned
to Fremont University, teaching criminology.

Sorry about the ruse, Senator,
but I...

I thought
if you really knew who I was, you wouldn't want to see me.

But I have
the greatest respect

for law enforcement,
Lieutenant Ballinger.

Look, Senator,

you're a busy man
and I'm a busy man.

Suppose we cut to the chase,
huh?

Tell me what you know
about Janet Carr.

Janet Carr...

No, I'm sorry.

Also known as
Jeanette Cardini.

Well, is she a constituent?

Well, not exactly.
She's dead.

Senator.

Oh, excuse me.
No, no, Colin.

This is Colin Hale,
my administrative assistant.

This is
Lieutenant Ballinger.

He's with the police.

Police?

Oh, I thought
that you were...

Oh, it's a long story.

He was just asking me
about a woman by the name of Janet Carr.

I'm afraid
I wasn't much help.

When it comes to names,
Colin's my encyclopedia.

Ring a bell?

Janet Carr?
No, not offhand.

Must be a missing page
in the C volume, then,

because, you see,

last year Miss Carr
gave birth to a baby boy.

The night before the birth,

she made a phone call
to your home in Sacramento, Senator.

You must be mistaken.

No, I don't think so.

I'm quite sure
that I never spoke with that woman.

Well, maybe you didn't.

Oh.

Is this your son, Senator?

Douglas? I understand
he's a medical student.

You seem to know
quite a bit about my family.

Well, I was always
good at homework.

Senator, on the night
of June the seventh,

last year,

was your son visiting
or living with you in Sacramento?

I don't remember.

And in any case,

it's none of your business.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a very busy morning.

Fine.

Maybe I can catch Douglas
between classes

at Fremont University.

Lieutenant.

You are a very hard man
to get through to.

Meaning what?

Do I have to pull out
a road map?

You're not teaching
at the school by choice.

Do yourself a favor.
Back off.

Sorry, but my engine
doesn't run in reverse.

Have a good day.

I'm sorry, Senator.
If I had known it was that Ballinger...

Never mind, Colin,
never mind.

The case is supposed
to be closed.

It is, sir, it is.

Judge Riker had
the court records sealed last week.

Then what's he doing here?

Look, Douglas did not
kill that woman any more than I did,

and I will not have
his future destroyed

by one fleeting,
ill-considered relationship.

Now, I want this case closed,
Colin.

Now!

What the hell
is all this about?

I went ahead
and ordered and everything

'cause I'm in
something of a hurry.

Pull up a chair.

My secretary took
this charming message.

"Tell Mrs. Mills
to get her fanny over to Julio's Café by 12:30."

Yeah, well, after that,
it gets a little crowded.

This place has fantastic
jalapeno burgers.

It just so happens that I had
a luncheon engagement today

with a polished, witty,
sophisticated gentleman. Yeah?

He was going to take me
to Spago's.

Oh! Great.

Oh, boy.

Look, Senator Grainger has
a kid by the name of Douglas.

Second-year med student.

Now, my nose tells me
that this kid's a party animal

and the father
of Janet Carr's kid.

And maybe he even killed her,
for reasons unknown.

That's an interesting
theory,

but life
with Criminology 240

is not a 24-hour-a-day
career with me.

Yeah, well,
somebody's gotta talk to the kid.

You know,
me, he'll be expecting.

So what this needs
is really somebody

a little prettier,
a little subtler...

Berndlestein!

Young Dr. Grainger
has some class between 2:00 and 4:00,

so probably you can
catch him coming out, huh?

Thanks for the advice.
Anything else?

No, that's all.
You can go to your lunch now.

It's been canceled.

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, how do you feel
about jalapeno burgers?

At the moment,
about the same way

I feel about
over-opinionated,

over-cholesteroled
police lieutenants.

I'll be in touch.

JANE: Joe,
I'm not pressuring you,

and I'm not demanding
a commitment.

If you want to
share an apartment with me in Westwood, that's fine.

Right, 50-50,
right down the middle.

Rent, utilities.

One bedroom is no problem.

What do you mean,
what'll my father think?

Believe it or not,
my father's not some old-fashioned fuddy-duddy.

Oh, no,
I'm not old-fashioned. I'm not a fuddy-duddy, no.

Can we discuss this tomorrow?

Fine.

I'll call you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

Cannot believe this man.

He thinks,
just because I love him, that I want to marry him.

Gee, what an old-fashioned
concept, huh?

Dad, you're not going to get
all stuffy, are you?

Who, me? You kidding?

I can't stand my roommate.

I can't afford
another place on my own.

Joe and I
are in the same boat.

Look, sweetheart,

if your mother
were alive today,

you two would
have worked this out long before I knew about it.

And she would have come to me,

talked me into it.

Let's just say
that we're skipping the middleman, huh?

Okay.

When's the last time
I told you

what a terrific dad you are?

Oh, I don't know,
about a month ago,

but who's keeping track, huh?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

If that's Joe,
he broke the sound barrier, I'll tell you that.

I'm sorry
to barge in on you, Lieutenant.

Did I catch you
at a bad time?

(STAMMERING)
Oh, no, no. I...

I'm sorry. I was just
helping my daughter prepare some dinner.

I just got through
with Douglas Grainger.

I thought
you might like to know.

Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry.
This is my daughter, Janie.

Mrs. Mills,
one of my students.

Hello.
Hi.

Would you like to come in?
Yeah, please, come on in.

Thanks.

Would you like
to stay for dinner? We have plenty.

Oh, no, thanks.
I really can't.

I just need
to talk to your father for a moment or two.

Oh, sure.
Excuse me.

I'm really sorry
to intrude, Lieutenant.

Well, come on and sit down.

No, thanks.
I can't stay, really.

It's just as we thought.

The Senator's son
was involved with Janet Carr, intimately.

He told you that?

No, he denied it
categorically.

That's why
I knew he was lying.

Oh, you did?

Lieutenant, I have been
an insurance investigator for almost 12 years.

I have no difficulty
identifying horse puckey.

Besides, I managed to chat
with a few of his friends.

They filled in the gaps.

Such as?

A couple of years ago,
he was seeing a model named Janet.

They don't know the last name,
but the description fits.

Okay, what else?

One mean-spirited
young lady,

a jilted ex-Iover,
I think,

said that he was
having problems with Janet after they broke up.

Money problems.

Blackmail.

Makes sense to me.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Maybe not.

On July 19th,
the day Janet was killed,

Douglas Grainger
was in Hawaii

playing in a golf tournament
with his father.

They came in third.

JAKE: (AS RICHARD IIl)
"Thus high, by thy advice,

"and thy assistance,
is King Richard seated:

"But shall we wear
these honors for a day?

"Or shall they last,
and we rejoice in them?" Eh?

(AS BUCKINGHAM)
"Still live they, and for ever may they last!"

(AS RICHARD) "Oh! Buckingham,

"now do I play the touch,
to try if thou be current gold indeed:

"Young Edward lives:

"Think now what I would say."

(AS BUCKINGHAM)
"Say on, my loving lord."

(AS RICHARD)
"But Edward lives."

(AS BUCKINGHAM)
"A true, noble prince."

(AS RICHARD)
"'True, noble prince! '

"Cousin, thou were
not wont to be so dull:

"Shall I be plain?

"I wish the bastards dead."

Excuse me, sir,
but what the hell was that?

That is Richard III,
my young gal. Shakespeare.

Not a bad writer
for an old guy, huh?

Well, I don't care
for his language.

You see,
Buckingham was slow,

so Richard had to
spell it out for him.

Let me tell you something.

There is nothing slow
about Colin Hale.

What are you saying,
Lieutenant?

That Andrew Grainger
hinted around to Hale

that he wanted
Janet Carr dead?

I don't know
if he hinted at it

or if he came right out
and said it.

But what the king wants,
he usually gets.

And when he has
a groveling little toady at his side

doing his bidding...

Excuse me, sir,
but we don't actually know.

I mean, not for sure.

But, Berndlestein,

let me point out
some facts to you, huh?

Facts that I gathered
this morning

while you were busy
hustling tourists at LAX.

Fact.

Colin Hale seldom, if ever,
leaves Senator Grainger's side.

Yet when Grainger
and his son flew to Hawaii

for that fundraiser
golf tournament,

Colin Hale flew
to Los Angeles instead.

He stayed at
the Concord Plaza Inn, one night at the airport.

It was the same night
Janet Carr was killed.

Now, he also rented a car.

Now, there's no indication
of where he went,

but if you want
an educated guess,

I'd be willing to bet
that he went to Janet Carr's house

on the pretext
of paying her off,

drove her to the beach...
Lieutenant,

that's a great deal
of supposition.

It's hardly a case.

Well, no, not yet.
But it soon will be.

Berndlestein?

Sir?

I have an assignment
for which you and only you

are uniquely qualified.

Colin Hale's rental car.

I want you to identify it
and rent it.

Not a clone,

not a look-alike,

but the exact same car.

Yes, sir.

But how do I find out
which one?

I mean, who do I talk to?

Berndlestein,
you're a reasonably attractive young man.

Not to me,

but certainly to one of
those nubile young things

who toss that frozen smile
at you

from across the car rental
counter, huh?

Come on,
use your imagination.

I want you
to drive it posthaste

to this address.

Yes, sir.

What about me?

You?

You go to the hardware store.

So? What am I, chopped liver?

Look, McShane,
these people do this for nothing.

You, I have to pay.

Lieutenant, how much longer
do I have to keep doing this?

Until it's ready.

You wouldn't like
to change jobs, would you?

Didn't think so.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

I got it, sir.
This is the baby.

You're sure
this is the car, now?

Oh, this is it, all right.
No question?

No question.

Sweet little gal
behind the counter, Betty Lou...

Yeah?
It was just like you told me. I couldn't believe it.

She even gave me
this computer printout

from the night
of the murder.

Model identification number,
right here.

I popped the hood
and I checked it before I drove out.

Nice work,
Mr. Berndlestein.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, now,
get behind the wheel.

Mrs. Mills, you're finished.

Thank you so much.

Okay, come on,
come ahead, now.

A little over...
Whoa, whoa, go, go.

Come, come,
come, come, come, come. Come, come, easy, come.

Come, come, come, whoa!

Now, back off nice and easy.

Back off,
back off, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

Go ahead. Whoa!

It's a work of art,
a work of art.

Excuse me, Lieutenant,
if I seem dense,

but what are we doing here?

We're making a cast
of this tire track.

Believe it or not,
this much I grasp.

Why?

Mrs. Mills, you are aware
that a cast of a tire tread

was made at the scene
of Janet Carr's murder, aren't you?

Yes.

I'm also aware that the cast,

along with
all the other evidence,

has been sealed by the court.

Yeah,
that's the way it seemed the last time we looked.

COLIN: You know,
I think you can expect pretty solid support

from the northern counties,
Senator.

The big question marks
are San Diego and Los Angeles.

And the Speaker.

Without his support,
there's no sense in making the run.

Oh, excuse me
for busting in, gentlemen.

I'm sorry, Senator.
He passed me before I could stop him.

That's all right, Ruth.
I'll call Security.

Yeah, you do that, Mr. Hale.
And while you're at it,

call the LAPD
and tell them to bring a paddy wagon for two, huh?

Now, what is that
supposed to mean?

It means, sweet prince,
that the play is over.

It's time
for the last curtain call

before they cart you away
to your next engagement,

10 to 20 in San Quentin
for aiding and abetting a felon,

not to mention conspiracy
to obstruct justice.

What the hell
are you talking about, Ballinger?

I'm talking about murder.

The cold-blooded,
premeditated murder

of a girl named Janet Carr
on a beach

a few months ago.

A murder committed by you

with the full knowledge
and consent of the man you work for.

Are you out of your mind?

Colin, call Security.

That night, you rented a car
from the Campbell Rent-A-Car,

engine number 36548798.

The police lab
made a plaster cast

of a tire tread found
at the scene of the crime.

Where did you get that?
Those records were sealed.

Why? You were afraid

that the trail would lead
right back to you, huh? And the Senator.

Yeah, I guess it could
get a little messy, couldn't it, huh?

Gubernatorial election
coming up.

Colin,
what's he talking about?

I really don't know, sir.
I don't know.

You're wasting my time,
Mr. Hale.

Your signature
was all over that car rental agreement.

You even took out
extra insurance.

Now, you shouldn't
have done that, you know.

That's really a rip-off.
And then there is this.

The plaster cast
of a tire tread from that car.

A fact that I will happily,

very happily,
swear to at your trial.

Colin, is this the truth?
Colin!

Somebody had to stop her.

I mean, you know
what she was doing.

She was blackmailing your son.

I mean,
if that had come out during the election...

You killed that girl?

You murdered that girl?

Yes! Yes, I killed her!
I had the guts to do it!

While you were
wringing your hands,

hands you didn't
want to get dirty, remember, Senator?

You know, nine years ago,
when I put in with you,

I thought we were
going somewhere.

And then
when you finally decide to make your move,

your son screwed up
everything!

I should have known.
I should have known.

You're a loser, Grainger.

You've always been a loser,
you know that?

Hello, honey?

Better call in Security.

Tell them
they've got some trash to haul away.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Yeah, come on.

Congratulations
and welcome back. You did it.

I don't know
how you did it.

Good to see you.
Thanks.

I just left Leo Gunderson
and his mother.

Oh, really? How is she?

Oh, no,
she's fine, she's fine,

now that Leo's been cleared,
you know.

Well, you ready
to go to work? Huh?

You know me, Joe.

(PHONE RINGING)

Rawlings.

Yeah, he's here.
Just a second.

It's for you.
For me?

Thanks, Joe.

Yeah, Ballinger here.

What?

What?

What?

Excuse me, but didn't you
get the message?

Class is suspended
indefinitely

until the department
can appoint my replacement.

We don't want
a replacement, Lieutenant.

We intend
to learn from you.

Well, I don't intend
to teach you anything,

I mean, even if I could,
which I doubt.

Yes, we understand
that you're not

a professionally
trained educator,

but we're willing to overlook
your shortcomings, at least for a while.

Berndlestein,
don't you have anything better to do, huh?

No, sir.

Look, folks, look.
I just don't have the time.

Of course you do.

Three hours a week,
a little lecture now and then,

a minimum of homework.

Besides, what other detective
on the force

has three legpersons
working for him for free?

Free?

For secretarial work,
I charge a minimum wage.

Anything else, I throw in
'cause I got a big heart.

Now, look, folks...

You should also know,
Lieutenant,

that in the event
you decide to ignore

your previously-agreed-to
commitment to this class

and abrogate
the implied contract

that existed ipso facto
between you,

as a representative
of Fremont University, and us as students,

we intend to take
legal action

to obtain redress
and enforce compliance.

What, are you
a lawyer, too?

I have my degree,
Lieutenant.

But don't let that
intimidate you.

Okay, folks.
You want an education?

I'm gonna give you one.

But if things get too tough,
you just say the word, huh?

Funny, Lieutenant,
that word just leapt to mind.

But I'm too much of a lady
to use it in mixed company.

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