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She's a good daughter.

Are you a big fan?

Well, I haven't had anybody fall asleep
on me.

The lady happens to be private property.

Captain, the only way we're going to
break this is if we get someone to start

mistrusting somebody.

Lloyd, this is Cynthia.

I do need your help. How can we nail
her?

What are you doing here? What's going
on?

He's dead?

That's insane.

Illegal and insane.

What a team, huh, McCall?

Works for me.

Good morning, sir.

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

The keys are in it? Oh, yes, sir. Yes,
everything's taken care of.

On behalf of the Bel Air Rolls -Royce
Motor Company, I hope you and Mrs. Baird

will accept this case of champagne to
toast your superb decision.

Oh, thank you, Roger. I'm sure your wife
will be very pleased.

Oh, as you know, it's her birthday.

It's a surprise.

Ginger!

Ginger, darling!

Ginger!

Did your stepmother and your father
quarrel frequently?

Well, since I wasn't living home at the
time, I can't be certain, but there was

one time when I visited that she
threatened him with a fireplace poker.

He's not true.

You're up next, McCall.

Look out for Ginger's attorney. He goes
right for the juggler.

Just like his client, huh?

That sweet little thing?

Sweet little thing probably planned to
put a bullet in Flag's head the day she

married him.

Oh, I don't know. It's probably worth it
to the old guy, you know. I mean, he's

old enough to be her father.

She recalibrates his business for him,
and then, uh... Need him to call?

Well, no, sir. I didn't see her reach
for the evidence for the gun until it

too late.

Too late?

For what?

Well, too late for getting her
fingerprints on it.

Even so, her fingerprints were the only
ones on it. Now, isn't it possible that

the fingerprints of the individual who
actually shot Mr.

Flagg were obliterated by Mrs. Flagg's
handling of the gun? I guess it's

possible, yeah, but I'm not... Is it
also possible that your entire

investigation was as slipshod as your
handling of the evidence?

Look on the bright side, McCall.

Slipshod investigations are a thing of
the past here.

You're now partnered with Dot Your Eyes
and Cross Your T's, Hunter.

That's a good idea, Hunter.

Why don't you start dotting the I's and
crossing the T's on this stack of

triplicates? Captain, Commander Hoyt's
on the phone for you. Returning your

call. Hey, McCall, remember the time I
helped you with your fan belt on the

freeway? Forget about it. You already
used that one.

I did?

Why is that woman smiling?

Because attempted murder by a certain 15
years in a slam ring with good

behavior. She'll be out in six.

She's going to get off, though, isn't
she?

Look at it this way. Either way, she's a
hell of a lot better off than her old

man.

You know, I think we ought to get back
to the courthouse and check up on the

jury.

The clerk will read the verdict.

We, the jury in the case pending before
this court, find the defendant, Mrs.

Ralph G.

Flagg, not guilty.

Don't feel sad. I have an idea we're
going to get a second shot at this

flag. How do you figure that?

Well, statistically, 71 % of all un
-jailed murderers are involved in a

capital crime.

That sounds like Crime Stoppers Library.
Where'd you read that?

I didn't read it. I lived it. I'm
hungry. Let's eat.

Can't. Either can you.

You got nine hours of triplicates for
Captain America, remember?

Thanks for reminding me.

No more blood flow. Left carotid.

That's my husband in there.

Let me in.

Please move. What's the problem, Mrs.
Flagg? I want to see my husband.

And this man will not let me pass.

Well, you should have.

You can see him any time you like, as
long as someone else is in the room.

I've been found not guilty.

I have... Oh, my right's back.

And I intend being with my husband day
and night, whether there's anyone in

there or not. Oh, no, you won't, Doctor.
You can't let this slut in there. You

can't. You can't.

The salt and battery's not going to
handle anything, all right? Since he had

cool out. If anything happens to my
father, I'll sue every last one of you.

Now, Mrs. Flagg, as long as your husband
is in this hospital, we set the rules.

Ralph will not be left alone with you or
anyone else.

I love him.

And I could help if you'd only give me
half a chance.

There's a nurse with him now.

Why don't you go in?

How much longer do you think he's going
to stay like that?

Well, I've been Ralph Flagg's physician
for over 30 years.

He's healthy and strong, and I don't
think he's going to stay like that.

But the specialists say it's
irreversible.

Well, they said it was irreversible, but
they're having second thoughts.

Any witnesses?

Not till she bottomed out.

Almost hit the guy over there.

Is that her purse? Yes.

She's super rich, she's beautiful, and
she just got acquitted. Now, does that

add up to suicide to you?

McCall, let's look at the dark side
here.

She's a social outcast, her husband's in
a coma, and the whole world thinks she

got out Scott Gray.

Most women suicides use pills. Now,
Ginger's stock and trade was her looks.

If you think she committed suicide, I
got a cotton mine I'd like to sell you.

She had her coat on, right?

Now, either she flew over this railing
or someone tossed her high and wide.

Decided to agree with me, huh?

Well, it's obvious you cannot jump over
this railing with her coat on and not

touch it.

You know what else, Hunter? What?

If I was going to take a 14 -story dive,
I can tell you this much. I sure as

hell wouldn't take my purse with me.

How long have you been a policeman?

Eleven hard games a year.

It's a really hard work.

That's a dumb question.

I mean...

Do you get feelings of deep personal
satisfaction?

Yes, I do.

If you spend any time with that one,
feelings of deep

personal satisfaction are guaranteed
with every application of her product.

Mrs. Jorgensen can see you now.

How may I help you? We'd like to see the
will of Ralph Flag, please.

On what authority?

We're investigating a case.

That case was just adjudicated. It's
closed.

Not that case, Mrs. Jorgensen. We're
investigating the death of Mrs. Ralph

She's dead?

How? Well, it was supposed to look like
a suicide.

I'm totally unprepared for this, as you
knew I would be. But I'm not about to

give you any information about Ralph
Flag's will.

Why not?

The will was excluded from the trial
because Mr. Flagg is still alive.

That document is privileged.

Why don't you finish up here? I'll check
with dispatch about our report

parameters.

Thanks very much.

Mr. Jorgensen, we believe that Ginger
Flagg was murdered.

Now, my partner and I think that other
people may be in jeopardy.

Oh, Claire.

Mrs. Jorgensen would like you to give me
a list of all the parties, you know,

the contents of Mr. Flynn's latest will,
and a copy of his latest will, and a

will preceding that one.

You know what Mrs. Jorgensen's gonna say
if she finds out that we have... Just

read the will.

Well, the latest one is dated the day
before Flagg was shot. Leaves almost

everything to Ginger.

What's the daughter did?

Oh. Poor Cynthia. She only gets $5
million.

You know, that's only 5%. Barely enough
to keep her in designer toothbrushes,

huh? Did she know about the will?

Well, looks like the old man signed it.
Ginger witnessed it. The lawyers

witnessed it. She read it. I don't know.
That was the job. That's it.

How was the money split up before that
will was made?

The other way around.

It was dated six years ago. That's when
Flag married Ginger. He put her in the

will for 5 % and left everything else to
Cynthia.

Now, what if Cynthia found out the old
man was going to rewrite the will and

leave 95 % of his $100 million to sweet
little Ginger, huh? Well, Cynthia's not

on the list of people who knew he
changed it. But what if she found out

it? What are you saying? You think
Cynthia shot her own father?

You get two murders in one family,
you've got to believe one person didn't

right?

Wrong. Ginger shoots her husband.
Somebody else does ginger.

Two killers, none. I can't buy that.

Well, you think little Cynthia picked up
ginger mink and all and tossed her over

the balcony?

No. I don't think she killed her father,
either. I think she had help both

times.

Boy, I don't know, Hunter. I think you
might be driving to conclusions here.

don't know she's a murderer. You've
already got her convicted.

Innocent citizens of this town better be
real glad you're not a judge.

You're wrong, McCall.

The guilty one should be.

I think you ought to go see Cynthia.

No, I'm not in the least bit saddened by
that slut suicide.

See, she was the worst kind of
prostitute.

The marrying kind.

Where were you at 3 .30 that afternoon?

Oh, I see. You think she was murdered.

Of course, I'm the prime suspect.

Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I
was right here at 3 .30 that afternoon.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Yeah, about a dozen people. My maid, my
hairdresser, my tennis instructor, and a

lot of other people who called to tell
me how shocked they were that she

actually got away with it.

Cynthia, who else would want to kill
her?

My father was a tired old man, and she
jiggled into his life and took him for

everything.

She probably has more enemies than my
father has friends, and he has hundreds.

If your father dies, where do you stand
in his will?

Well, it's true, isn't it, that you'll
inherit everything now that Ginger's

gone?

Look, I answered your questions because
I had nothing to do with what happened

to Ginger, as you call her.

If you want my opinion, she killed
herself.

Would you please get out of here?

Bradley, stop playing your stupid games.

You handled that policewoman nicely.

You screwed up good, you know that? For
some damn reason, they're sure she

didn't kill herself.

What happened?

Nothing. It was a work of art. Come on.

Remember who you are and what you stand
against.

They're just fishing.

A week from now, it'll officially be on
the books as a suicide.

Don't do that.

You got the wrong idea about our
relationship, buddy.

Our relationship?

Your $300 ,000 is in a bank in Costa
Rica.

That's our relationship.

No, sweetheart.

I think it's you that's got the wrong
idea about our relationship.

You see, I'm afraid that you didn't do
your homework.

I, on the other hand, did my homework.

And I know everything there is to know
about you.

Sad, beautiful, rich girl.

Swiss finishing schools.

$20 ,000 a month from daddy just for
being there to spend it? Well, let me

you about me, huh?

Hey.

Don't do it.

Me.

Huh? And not the stories that you hear
about on the cocktail circuit.

And not the story that I told you, but
the real me.

Huh?

I was born in Trenton, New Jersey.

Princeton.

My daddy took off when I was 12 years
old.

Four years later, some kid tried to
steal a TV set from me that I'd already

stolen, and I beat that kid to death.

Four years, manslaughter in a juvenile
detention home. Holy, you.

I don't want your $300 ,000. Don't.

Yeah.

I want you.

I want you.

You and your money.

And I got both of them.

Because you and I have entered into a
merger.

You know, a partnership which can never
be broken.

You're crazy. You're never going to get
away with it. Why not? Huh?

I already have.

It's over and done with.

And besides our crimes, and note the
choice of words.

Our crimes have created an unbreakable
bond between us.

Did you think it was going to be easy
getting your hands on $100 million?

You just look at it this way.

You got more money than you can ever
spend.

And you got me.

Now, that's a bad deal.

Only if you make it one.

And if you think about it, and give it
half a chance,

it may be the best thing that ever
happened to you.

McCall's ACE Research Department strikes
again.

Did you ever try to find a basketball
encyclopedia this time of night? Believe

me, it's not easy.

Okay, your name's going to be Lloyd
Hackway. Never heard of him.

Well, that's what you wanted, right?

Kentucky, far enough away, the same age,
1971 NCAA playoff, NBA four years for

Portland, 6 '5", and here's his staff.

6 '6". No one's going to measure you.

On turn, McCall.

Captain. Sergeant Beely wants to know
who's going to be... Oh, tell him he's

Markowski and Deacon. No, but Deacon
goes on vacation next week. Well, then

him he's got to the end of the week to
wrap it up. Okay, you got it.

Yeah.

Well, let Reimer handle that.

Here you go.

Five hundred.

I got a lot of shopping to do here,
Captain.

Captain, he's right. The shoes alone
would be...

Well, this is great, but how about a
car?

I don't mean some foreign coffee can,
either.

Another word, Hunter?

Yeah?

We come to different places, but down
deep it's all the same.

You can see red in our faces by the way
that we play

the game.

I know I don't like you when I see you
staring back in my

mirror.

Giving up trying.

Get one of us away from here.

It's winning.

Damn,

we look good together.

We command attention.

Everybody sits up and notices when we
come in.

You got it made, Cynthia.

Excuse me. Huh? What do you want?

My name is, uh... Lloyd Hackley, and I
was just wondering, you know, I'm trying

to get out to play nine holes, and I
have nobody to play with. Perhaps maybe

could join you for a second?

No, sorry. No, we'd love for you to join
us. We're just a twosome place. Sit

down. Thank you.

We know each other, don't we?

I don't believe we've met, but it's
possible we've been in a lot of the same

places. Would you care for something to
drink?

Rob Roy, vodka camera.

Vodka on the rock, please.

Sir? Give me a tall soda water with lime
and lots of ice.

Anything else?

Glass.

What kind of work do you do, Hackley?

Well, I'm in the insurance business. We
insure thoroughbred racehorses.

I'm sure we've met somewhere before. I
wonder where.

Well, I played for the Portland
Trailblazers a few years ago. Maybe you

play.

But then again, you might have found me
in the cover of Sports Illustrated with

four other guys.

No, I'm not a basketball fan. It was
somewhere else.

Who

do

you think you're kidding, pal?

You don't think I know what's going down
here?

Why don't you tell me, Mr. Woolsey, what
you think is going down here?

You want the bottom line?

Whoa, that'd be a good place to start.

You're a two -bit hustler.

Come on, Bradley, you saw my best shot.
I'm not talking golf.

The lady's coming in to $100 million.

You know what you want a shot at.

What, $100 million? That's a lot of
money.

Try Fort Knox.

It's easier and safer.

Oh, wait, wait a minute, Brad.

Threatening people's against the law.

The lady happens to be private property.

You make a move on her, I gotta protect
my interests.

I'm gonna deal with you in some
appropriate way.

And like you said, a hundred million
dollars is a lot of money. Kind of gives

you an idea how I'd be forced to deal
with you.

Tell me how you'd be forced to deal with
me.

Let's just say that I would junk you.

Is that clear enough?

Okay, McCall.

Why don't you pick us up at the 16 in
about a half hour, huh?

Are you there?

Wave your hand if you can hear me, huh?

Got you, didn't I?

Miss Flagg, Mr. Wilsey, Mr. Hackley, I'd
like you all to come downtown for

questioning, please.

What is it?

We're right in the middle of a round of
golf. You have to be kidding.

No, we're right in the middle of
investigating Ginger Flagg's death.

Ginger Flagg? What have I got to do with
it? I just met these people.

Fine, we'll figure all of that out
downtown.

Come on.

What is going on, do you know?

I haven't a clue.

You know, Cynthia, I get the feeling
that you and Mr.

Wilsey aren't the best of friends.

The reason I ask you that is, well,
tomorrow I'm going to have lunch by

and I was figuring that if you could get
away, maybe you could join me.

I'm going to give you the phone number
of where I'm going to be tomorrow in

you change your mind.

Hunter, there must be 13 lawyers down in
Interrogation B. They tell me you got

zilch on the heiress and her boyfriend.

Yeah, they kicked him loose a little
while ago. Riley, the DA wants an expert

witness on foreign handguns. Give him a
call.

You ever hear of harassment?

How about probable cause? Yeah, I've
heard of that. Then what the hell are

doing? Look, Captain, the old man gets
shot.

The stepmother gets acquitted. So the
daughter hires a real slick hoodlum to

kill the stepmother. Now, we don't have
any evidence. We don't have a witness.

We don't have anything on anybody.

Isn't that what I just said?

Captain, the only way we're going to
break this is if we get someone to start

mistrusting somebody. Then maybe
there'll be a mistake.

Look, you can't drag in someone as
prominent, not to mention as rich as

Flagg, and throw her into some bogus
lineup without the most feeble hint of

probable cause.

Well, Captain, we have to do something.
Otherwise, I hate to put it this way,

otherwise she's going to get away with
murder.

Look, you two are forgetting something.

We don't know she did it.

We don't know anybody did it. Oh, we
haven't ruled out suicide.

Oh, you can rule that out. She's a
killer, all right.

That's your opinion. You bring me
something real.

And even if you are right, I want no
more low -quality arrests.

a handsome millionaire.

I'll take his breath away.

That's just the way things are when
you're a superstar.

Another day in my head.

No, no, no.

Wrong way to act.

You have to leave town. You have to get
out of the country. The police are

watching us. That would only make them
suspicious.

We stay warm and close.

Or we take a fall.

Can't you get that through your lovely
little head? All right. Let go of me.

right. Show me.

Show me.

Show me.

right until what?

Your fear is the truth between us.

And now what you have to do is make the
truth

work for you.

Lloyd, this is Cynthia.

I need your help. Please meet me at Chez
Pierre. It's a restaurant on Melrose.

I'll be there at 12 o 'clock sharp.

It's a matter of life and death.

Please don't disappoint me, Lloyd.

Bye.

Thank you for coming.

Well, it was me that invited you,
remember?

I can't understand why after that
horrible scene at the golf course.

You must be a gambler, Lloyd.

Oh, yes, I am.

Are you a big player?

Well, I haven't had anybody fall asleep
on me.

Are we talking about the same thing?

I'd bet on it.

Now, Cynthia, what is the problem I can
help you with?

It's Bradley, isn't it?

He frightens me, Lloyd.

I'm going to be honest with you.

Once I thought that Brad was the one for
me.

He's handsome, smooth, exciting, but
he's brutal.

See, I told him it was over between the
two of us, and he's just forcing himself

on me. He won't leave me alone.

And there's something about him that,
well, that just doesn't seem to fit.

What do you mean?

Maybe he's not what he claims to be.

He scares me, Lloyd.

Well, how can I help?

I don't know.

Maybe we could wait.

Go someplace a little more private when
we finish here.

I think I know just the place.

Thanks very much.

It's positively primitive, paying in
cash.

Oh, really? Well, when it's business, I
play with the credit card. When it's

pleasure, like it is right now, I pay
with cash.

Would you mind if I pay of his ladies'
room while you're finishing up this

transaction? Not at all. Cynthia.

Emily. Hello.

Oh, please don't get up. That's all
right.

I'm sorry, Cindy. I couldn't believe
that jury verdict. I was there, you

I know.

Oh, Lord Hackley, this is Emily. It's a
very dear friend of mine. Hello, Emily.

We've met before, haven't we?

I don't think... Well, if you're a
basketball fan, maybe we have.

No, it was at the trial, wasn't it? The
trial?

No, I stay away from courtrooms and
doctor's offices. I'm superstitious.

I gotta go.

Would you give me a call?

Sure. Okay,

bye -bye.

I hope she's not running off to the
ladies' room, too.

I'll be right back.

I think that woman recognized me, but
we'll still play it out.

Bradley, you're there.

Just listen to me for a minute.

I'm coming home right now.

Be there.

Yeah, I'll be home very soon.

Okay?

We'll talk about it when I get home.

Goodbye.

Could we make it my place instead of
yours? I'd like to get out of this

Good thinking.

You realize this is the first time we've
been alone together?

Mm -hmm.

Lloyd. What are you doing here?

What's going on?

What are you doing in my house?

What kind of crap is that?

Don't you ever talk kind of crap with
me. Butt out.

Stay cool, partner.

What did you say? I just said stay cool.

Get out, and you won't get hurt.

Lloyd. Shut up.

You, get out. Me and my girl got to talk
something over.

Look, why can't we just talk about...
No, stop, please.

I do not want to fight you, okay?

Then get out!

I'm not going to leave until I know
she's okay.

Are you going to be all right?

I'm all right.

You heard the lady. Now get out!

You know, I don't know. Are you sure
you're going to be all right?

No! Get up!

Please.

Now,

do you want me to go or do you want me
to stay?

I think you should leave.

Are you sure with him? Is he going to be
all right? I'm fine, really. I can

handle things. Thanks.

Okay.

Nice couple, huh, McCall?

You just made the biggest mistake of
your life.

Move it. Give me my gun.

Check the back.

I

killed

him. He tried to rape me, so I killed
him. He tried to hurt me.

You know,

I wish I had one good idea

Maybe this will spark our day. Remember
that tall legal secretary whose career

you almost ruined?

Sergeant Hunter, good to see you again.

It is?

Well, it's good to see you too again.

You wanted to tell us something?

Oh, yeah.

You remember I gave you that list of
people who saw Mr. Flagswell?

Claire, I'm a little sorry about that.
If I got you in trouble, I apologize.

No trouble. My mom just bawled me out,
that's all.

Your mom?

Mrs. Jorgensen.

She's my mother. We get along great.

What was it that you wanted to tell us?

I realized I'd forgotten to tell you
about Cynthia Flagg. I told her about

new will I was typing up.

She was always doing little things for
me, gifts, theater tickets, you know.

I know I shouldn't have told her, but
there it is, I did.

Claire, thank you very much. You've been
a great help to us. If there's anything

else I can do for you, just anything,
please call me.

Yeah, he's got your number.

If there was ever any doubt, it's gone
now.

I don't know how we can prove it. We
don't have anything. How can we nail it?

don't. She got away with it, McCall.
Live with it.

She didn't mean his birthday.

Well,

I

see you got the message.

Can we talk to him now?

Maybe tomorrow.

We'll see.

Did you call his daughter?

Not yet.

Please don't do that yet.

I have to.

Look, Doc.

We've got to talk to him before she
does.

No, it's very important to him. As a
matter of fact, it's vital.

Why? What are you talking about?

Doctor, you once said that Ralph Flagg
was a very healthy, strong man.

Do you think he's capable of, well,
hearing something that could be very

take? When he insisted on seeing his
wife, I had to tell him that she was

and a possible suicide.

He didn't take it well, but he took it.

Now, what is it you want to tell him?

That it was his daughter, Cynthia, that
hired someone to kill him and his wife.

Are you guessing? Or is this true?

No, this is true.

You can prove it?

No. Then what do you expect to
accomplish?

Telling Ralph Flagg something as
horrible as that that you can't prove?

Look, Doc, this is the only chance we've
got. We have no other choice.

Would you help us?

Sergeant, I told him who you are, but
not why you're here.

If I stop you, no more questions and you
leave immediately.

Understood?

My loyalty is to my patient, not to the
police.

What about your loyalty to justice?

Sergeant, you strike me as a man who
holds people guilty until they're proven

innocent.

Yeah, me and the Bible.

You bought her a new car, a Rolls Royce,
right?

Yes.

And you went into the house to tell her
about it?

Yes, that's right.

Where was she?

She was out by the pool.

I was walking out together.

She heard me call and waved at me.

Do you have any idea who shot you?

Could it have been your wife?

My wife?

I was looking at Ginger when whatever
had happened.

What are you getting at?

Mr. Flagg, your wife didn't commit
suicide. She was murdered by the same

shot you. And now he's dead.

Shot to death by Cynthia.

Cynthia killed a man?

Yes. She admits it.

She hired a man to shoot you and then
murder your wife.

What you say is true.

Why isn't Cynthia under arrest?

Because she got away with it, Mr. Flagg.

The district attorney won't put her on
trial. He can't. The man she hired was

the only weak spot we had, and now he's
dead and gone.

If that's the legal situation, so be it.

Mr. Flagg has no power to change it.

Well, the law says she got away with it,
Doc, with Mr. Flagg here.

He's got the power to change that.

What's this all about?

Your father was examined by three court
-appointed psychiatrists who declared

him of sound mind and witnessed this
document.

It's a will. It declares that if you
contest its provisions, you forfeit its

benefits.

What are its benefits?

You inherit the entire estate.

There is, though, according to Mrs.
Jorgensen, a proviso, Cynthia.

You will get all the money when and
if...

The party or parties responsible for the
death of Ginger Flag and the attempted

murder of Ralph Flag are convicted.

All I got to do is confess, Cynthia, and
the money's yours.

That's insane.

Illegal and insane.

Read the will, Cynthia.

It's simple, clear, and uncontestable.

Your father's lying in a hospital
paralyzed thanks to you, and he's

going to die.

Now you help us solve these crimes, the
estate's all yours.

That's what they call a catch -22,
Cynthia.

Meanwhile, you're underprivileged and
unemployed.

Your father's cut off your allowance as
of today.

Unless you have any questions... I'm due
in court.

You thought you had the system beat in
you.

Speak to Ralph Flagg, please, in room
208. This is his daughter, Cynthia,

calling.

What?

Did you tell him that it's his daughter
calling?

And I trust to try to stay connected to
you.

I am hoping this is temporary.

Just a weekend moment in my life.

Nothing but.