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so so

Mr. Malloy.

You have not brought me cocaine at all. You brought me milk sugar.

That I could get with food stamps. We both tested the samples.

I wouldn't switch it on you. We don't do much business.

We've been ripped off. We? No.

You.

Now, either I get my 200 ,000 or those 10 pounds of bouncing powder by this

tomorrow, my friend, or you are dead.

Dr. Oliver, he just left a few moments ago. Where's he park his car?

In the doctor's area, downstairs.

Okay, Doc.

Sir, if only we had two choices. Destroy your life.

What are you, crazy?

Lieutenant, the deceased was Dr. Jefferson Oliver, Caucasian, 32 years

point -blank range, and the motive doesn't look like robbery.

The forensics raised a good print from the watch, Crystal.

A thumb, since guard diagonally, but it's not the victim's.

Terrific. Now all he has to do is match it to a man with a live thumb. All

right, go on, Crocker.

The deceased was an associate on staff here at Clausen Medical Center. It's a

private hospital for cosmetic surgery.

Facelifts, breast bulbs. I hear this Dr. Clausen does great work for ladies who

sex. Do you know they cater to gents here, Lieutenant, huh? Yeah. Lieutenant,

got a nurse upstairs who thinks she saw the assailant.

Uh, the killer, Stavros.

Of course I noticed him. He was running through here like a crazy man.

I thought it was some kind of emergency.

Well, now, he was short, medium build, had dark hair, and I even think I

a scar up over his forehead.

No, maybe it's his eyes. Well, I can't be positive. Well, thank you very much,

Nurse Vernon.

You've been very helpful. Thank you.

All right, have him in tomorrow to work up a sketch on this suspect.

In the meantime, I think I'll go talk to his boss.

Oliver in a what?

Dead.

He was found murdered in the garage of your hospital, Dr. Clausen.

Oh, my God.

When? How?

He was shot a few hours ago.

Shot?

That's got to be a mistake.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Clausen.

Jeff Oliver, dead.

I can't believe it.

Murdered?

Yes, we think the man who killed him was kind of tall.

Uh, got a scar somewhere around here.

Does that ring a bell of any kind?

No. Now, he ransacked Oliver's office before he shot him.

Any idea what he was looking for?

You know, love letters, things like that.

The reason I ask, uh... You know, you hear some...

Sometimes the doctors have flings with their patients.

And the patients sometimes have husbands or wives and things like that.

Did Oliver have those kinds of flings?

If he did, I think I would have heard about it. He would have been dismissed.

How long was he with you?

Seven years.

He came to me right after his internship for specialized training in the field.

His skills were evident straight away, and I offered him staff.

He'd been with me ever since.

What about his personal life?

I can't help you there.

Our relationship was purely professional.

The whole thing is so incredible.

It's just so very, very terrible.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Clausen. I mean to bring you news like that.

It's a hell of a shot, Lieutenant.

What is it, Stubbers?

Can't you tell? Tell what?

I'm on a diet. Dr. Moffat, high -protein, no -nosh, 60 -day regimen.

on it for five days, Lieutenant.

Doctor said at which time there should be a noticeable weight loss.

Well, what do you see?

Paul Malloy.

Right on.

I don't get it, fellas. Why are you showing me a picture of Paul Malloy?

Well, a boss who with the identikit worked it out with that nurse from the

Clarkson Medical Center.

That's the excited guy that was looking for Dr.

Oliver. Paul Malloy, the pusher.

Paulie, baby.

Paulie, I've been waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting for you.

Now, get that print I lifted off Oliver's watch yesterday.

Paul Malloy's print, and if we've got a match, let's see him talk his way out of

this one.

Hey, match.

You pull the sheet?

Of course.

It matched the print?

Was it tough? There were over 20 points of identification.

Not to mention the identical diagonal scar.

It was no problem.

Let's have a rise.

Yes, sir.

Oh, yeah.

Kidding? That takes the fat off in the right places.

Shows, huh?

Huh?

Sorry, Captain.

Guess who?

Any doubts?

I don't know if we're talking about the poor Malloy who deals cocaine.

Cocaine, heroin, you name it. We didn't get him on a drug charge. How long have

we been looking for him now? Three years?

You know what we got him on?

Homicide. Murder one. How's that hit you, baby?

Now that's the way I get high. Hey, Rizzo, get in here.

Who's homicide are we talking about? Dr.

Jefferson Oliver's homicide.

You know, Malloy was in a sweat looking for the doctor.

Poor Malloy. Bring him in. I want to talk to him. Right.

Well, maybe he was just looking for the doctor. How do you know he iced him?

Because lo and behold, there's Malloy's thumbprint. Poop, right on the doctor's

watch. I couldn't be happier.

Oh, that's good.

To what we owe this pleasure, Mr.

Well, sort of a bizarre sense of curiosity on my part. I want to see your

expression when I give you the results of Dr. Oliver's autopsy.

Well, there's an opening line that strikes fear.

Shoot.

Okay.

One. Dr. Oliver's nasal membranes were a meth.

He was a heavy user of cocaine.

A skilled surgeon?

Sailing along on coke? Not exactly the kind of guy I'd want for an incision,

so... Two.

The bullet entered the chest cavity and nicked the hepatic artery, but caused

virtually no bleeding.

In other words, it didn't kill him.

Hey.

What do you mean it didn't kill him? The doctor was a classic textbook stiff,

and I've got the guy who stiffed him. Three.

Official cause of death.

And I got no choice in this, Theo.

Natural causes.

Presumably a coronary. You know the law better than I do.

Can you nail your suspect for murder if he shot a man who's already dead?

Hey, hey, that's the expression I expected.

Wretched frustration.

Hippocrates, beat it, huh?

The ME's report is very specific.

The bullet caused minimal hemorrhaging, a clear indication that Dr.

Oliver had just died when he was shot.

I can't charge Malloy with murder. Sorry.

Okay.

What can we bust him for? Nothing that's going to put him where you said you

wanted him, punching out license plates until the turn of the century.

Who is this guy? Some big -time narcotics dealer. The doc would have to

world's biggest habit to be buying from Malloy. Or maybe he was selling to

Malloy. Huh?

Ripping off these hospitals, these medical supply houses.

Picking up this pharmaceutical cocaine?

Why not?

Phony prescriptions, things like that?

I think I'll have Parker check on it. Or maybe Malloy wanted a new look and the

doc wouldn't agree.

Or he tried grafting over his fingerprints and failed.

I remember how mad that made Mickey Rooney and Babyface Nelson.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Now, Malloy doesn't know that the doctor was technically dead, right?

So you must think that we got him cold.

Otherwise, why rip up the office? Why did he shoot him?

I gotta get something out of this Malloy.

Too many things to follow you.

Hello, Lieutenant.

What are you doing here, Crawford?

At my labors.

Representing the legal interest of Mr. Malloy.

What's the charge, anyway?

Why don't you tell him, Paulie? The charge is what, Theo? I didn't quite

you. Well, I'm sure you've been briefed.

Your client here was seen looking for Dr. Oliver.

And two minutes later, Dr. Oliver was found shot dead.

And Paulie's thumbprint found in a most incriminating location.

I still didn't hear a charge.

I'd say it was your move, Counselor. What kind of a move would you suggest?

Well, how about a full confession to begin with?

After that, motives, other people involved.

The whole works.

And the more we get, the more we give.

Stavros, get ready to take a statement.

Hold it.

Now, we've done a lot of business in the past, Theo, and I've always found you

to be forthright.

Inequitable. Let's leave it at forthright, shall we?

Now, why haven't you mentioned the charge?

What's the charge, Theo? Say it out loud.

A man is shot in line in a morgue. A corpse is shot, Lieutenant.

I called the morgue. When they told me the cause of death was listed as

I asked a few questions.

Everybody down there loves to talk about this one.

Rizzo? Yeah?

Take this creep and lock him in the detention cell. Lieutenant!

There'll be other charges, Crawford.

And they'll be coming shortly.

Nothing I suspect with a very high bail.

Don't sweat it, Malloy.

About the Rosnook, Neil. Excuse me, Captain.

Yeah. Lieutenant, most of Oliver's friends were doctors.

There was no rumble of any bad blood between them. Oliver liked the ladies,

he didn't have much time for them.

Are you listening, Lieutenant?

The only thing of any interest in Oliver's apartment was some canceled

One a month to Isabella Ibarra. Who's she?

Ex -wife. The notation was for alimony.

Oh? And where is she? We're looking for her. First thing in the morning, me and

Armis. Oh, Frank.

Well, we got Malloy.

We don't have him?

I can't stand it.

I wonder what's going on between him and the doc.

Coke isn't the only thing this guy was into, I guarantee you. He must have

carried at least 50 pounds of heroin in his saddlebags through the years.

Yeah?

You want me to have supper with you, Moskowitz?

Oh, yes, I'm free tonight.

We go on the premise that Oliver was a snowbird, right?

A heavy user of cocaine.

So, going ahead with the autopsy, at the pyloric valve, distally, traces of...

...tryptophan.

My dear Dr. Moskowitz, it's my hope that you'll enjoy your supper.

And then after that, would you tell me what you're talking about, okay? Well,

it's a very esoteric thing, but I remember that... Well, I had to go to

to jog the kipple a little.

There's a class of drugs called tryptophan.

They're antithetical to cocaine.

Taken a little while before or after or during the ingestion of cocaine, they

can cause death.

They elevate the automatic nervous system to the point where the heart

tolerate it anymore.

Especially a heart that's not one of your niftiest hearts to begin with.

So it stopped.

So it stopped.

So we got a homicide.

That's your department.

All I'm saying is that Oliver didn't die a natural death.

So someone helped him to an unnatural death.

We have a homicide.

And that, my dear Dr. Muskowitz, is my department already.

Death by poisoning.

Someone with a knowledge of medicine murdered the good Dr. Oliver.

Someone who really knew him.

Knew he snorted coke who got to him before Malloy. Morning, gentlemen.

Is that it?

C -1 -7 -H -2 -1 -N -0 -4.

Pharmaceutical cocaine.

Manufactured predominantly by one Swiss and one American firm. Harder than

anything for a doctor to get his hands on. And nobody at Dr. Klassen's clinic

has insufficient amounts.

Doesn't look like Oliver was selling to Malloy. I don't get it, Frank.

Miss Pooley's not a hitman.

And he's got to be desperate to kill his Dr. Oliver.

So it wasn't cocaine?

There's got to be a lot of something at stake.

Well, since Malloy's not charged with murder, can we get back to the doctor's

other death?

I mean, that's the homicide that's still open.

Anything else on the doc?

Well, he was a hard worker when I was a normal cross -section of ladies and took

a trip from time to time. Trip?

Yeah, he and Clawson went fishing, that's all.

How'd you find out about it? I was checking out Oliver's appointment

okay? And two weeks ago, there was this five -day gap, so I asked his secretary

how come. She said he and Clawson canceled all their appointments,

them for later, and left town.

To where? She didn't say. She didn't know. She wasn't about to tell me.

Very protective lady.

What's the point there? It's very spur -of -the -moment, isn't it? Doctor

canceling appointments?

It's not the way they usually plan vacations in Crocker. Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Good morning.

Good morning, Captain.

Mr. P, I... Shut up, my boy, and listen.

You know, so far, you were one of the luckiest bunglers in the city of New

Beating a murder rap because of a heart attack.

Yes, sir.

I wouldn't know where to start if I was to try to get my money back with you

locked up, would I?

I'm not so sure I'd know either.

I searched in Oliver's office, except for the safe. I'm sure the police have

been through that safe. If they'd have found the money or the coke in there, I

would have heard about it. And that goes to Dr. Oliver's car and apartment, I

assume?

You're the one who set up the deal with Oliver.

Was he in this alone?

I thought so.

Well, I think you're stupid, Malloy.

What did Olive expect to get out of this?

I doubt if he was going to run away and abandon the practice of surgery just to

beat us out of 200 ,000.

He would have made a nice profit anyway.

Of course, I think he might have had a partner who double -crossed him.

Somebody who's got the coke and my money. But if it was his partner who

the double -cross...

Oliver would have told me his name. We both would have gone after him.

Hey, that heart attack just didn't save my neck. It saved somebody else's neck,

too, huh? Somebody you have to go after, Malloy.

Now, I understand that Oliver's boss, Dr. Michael Clausen, just paid off over

$100 ,000 to Mickey Rich.

The loan shark?

Just run with what I've told you, Malloy.

Maybe it's worth something.

Maybe not.

And, Malloy, while you are running, run with a little terror in your life, you

know?

Tristan, administered how?

Well, my M .E. suspects that it was dissolved in a few ounces of whiskey

in his stomach.

The bottle was found in his desk, but the glass was missing.

Well, you consider it homicide.

You don't seem surprised to find out that Dr. Oliver was a user of cocaine.

Well, Jeff drove himself very hard. I'm not surprised he needed some sort of

jolt. Yes.

Do you?

No, I get my jolt from collecting, especially battles.

That's Borodino you're looking at there, with typical soldiers from each side.

Fascinating strategy Napoleon used.

My hospital...

What sort of an investigation can we expect as a result of this first death,

to speak, of poor Jeff?

Yes, Doctor. Well, you know, whoever killed poor Jeff had a knowledge of

medicine. So that means we have to check out your entire staff.

Especially those who were in contact with him or could have slipped him the

during those several hours before his death.

Including me. I only left the hospital an hour before his death.

Yes, including you, Doctor.

But I really need your help.

You see, I know that you two had a special relationship, that he was your

protege, that he probably talked to you about his friends, his problems, his

love life.

Did he?

Never. Mostly we discussed surgical procedures.

Oh, well, how about that trip you took?

Trip? Yeah, that trip you took a few weeks ago.

You want to talk about things like that?

Especially about things like that.

Ah, well...

Jeff and I left the country. We did a cosmetic operation on the wife of a very

wealthy man.

Oh, is it usual for the patient to come to the doctor?

Lieutenant, I've been taking a bath in the market.

You want to finish it off for me? I got the picture.

Surgery in Europe, cash in the pocket, and let the IRS boys work it out, right,

Doctor? Where'd you go?

Bogota, Colombia.

Bogota?

You ever see that man before, Paul Malloy?

No, no, never.

Dr. Plaza?

Yes, yes, he is.

Lieutenant? It's for you.

Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah, this is Crocker, Lieutenant.

Oliver's ex -wife, Isabella Ibarra. We found her. Where is she now?

Well, she was at the morgue, viewing the remains of her ex -husband.

And now?

Well, she had to fill out some forms to see the body, and we have an address on

it. 1212 96th Street.

Got it? Got it, Crocker. Thanks.

Lieutenant, this IRS matter, I hope you don't construe that as an admission of

some wrongdoing.

Doctor.

Where was Napoleon at Borodino?

Well, I'm like him.

I got enough problems on my hands with my own battles.

Incidentally, did he win that war?

Yes. Led directly to the capture of Moscow.

Great. I hope I get that lucky.

Yes, but Lieutenant, there was Waterloo waiting for him after that.

So is Josephine.

Is this the belly bearer?

Yeah, I'm Lieutenant Kojak.

You and that lady told me you could... You were

married to Dr. Oliver, right?

And gin, please!

Gin! Gin!

He's dead.

Read the papers.

How long were you married to him?

Nada por nada.

Nothing for nothing. I lost my alimony, Lieutenant. I gotta be practical.

Don't leave me in with a 20, Lieutenant. Start with a 50. We keep it there.

Know what?

Who's your man?

I came here ten years ago.

Up June.

exchanged from Central America to learn to be a nurse.

Jeff, he was a student in medical school to be a doctor.

We fell in love and we got married.

How long did it last?

Four years.

He kicked me out.

Why? Why?

Because he became a doctor.

A very fine and successful doctor.

And who needs a woman who looks like a gypsy and wears tight dresses and has

no...

No hip.

That's why.

Jane!

Well, tell me.

Why does a woman get kicked out?

Those pays for final respect to the kicker. Come on.

I left him one, and we stayed friends. That's all.

We've been living in two different worlds.

Your ex -husband was sniffing coke and he gets shot by a known dope peddler.

Isabella, that's not what you'd call a different world.

Look, I know you got friends here.

I know you do work for them from time to time and that's okay.

You want me to put them on the routine bus list? We can be an awful team.

Jeff and me, we got hooked on coke years ago.

We worked sometimes 48 hours without sleep.

But you must pay for it, so he started pushing it, too.

He would do anything to stay on your feet or for money, Lieutenant, when

a resident.

It is a lousy way for young doctors to learn their ethics in life.

Why did he keep pushing the cocaine?

I mean, he was making lots of money. What did he do with it?

You know, they trap you, the big pushers, the top men.

Six years ago, a man came to Jeff and said he wanted to buy $50 ,000 worth of

coke.

Jeff's pusher sold it to Jeff for $30 ,000 on credit. No cash.

You know there is.

Mm -hmm. What's that, Brad? He was robbed of the coke.

$30 ,000 to pay off. 10 % a month interest. You know, you never win.

You turn around years later.

And you owe them more.

Maybe he was looking to put together that great big glass deal, you know, get

them off his back.

Look, Isabella, did he ever talk about stealing cocaine from the hospital or

anything like that?

He tried. It was impossible.

Here.

Here.

That break was in bed, okay?

One more thing before you tuck yourself in the bed tonight.

Who is the good doctor in debt, too?

You ever hear of a man named Paul Malloy?

What is this? What is it?

What is what? It's the cocaine.

I don't know what you're talking about. 200 G's. I know what you're going to

say. I know what you're going to say. Picture it like you're doing a coke

ridiculous, huh?

Bull.

I got politicians on my list.

And they're even hot to the low shocks like you are.

Or what? Before you double -cross Dr. Oliver.

Please, that's very valuable.

You double -cross your partner if you want.

But not if you double -cross with me. Wait, wait, wait.

You think that I am dealing in cocaine with Dr. Oliver?

That doesn't make any sense.

I couldn't afford to put myself in the position of having him or someone like

you come after me for the risk of a double cross.

Maybe you were going to kill him.

I don't know and I don't care.

His heart gave out and that was that for him, but not for you and not for me.

Now give.

Come on, I've got other people on my back.

It's in my vault.

By my bank.

I can't do anything about that until tomorrow morning. Not good enough.

Then shoot me.

Are you going to be stupid or do you want to work this out?

Now listen.

I'll pick you up at Hubert and Greenwich in the morning.

At 9 .30, all right?

We'll take the tunnel, go over to New Jersey.

I have a vault there under another name.

Okay, Doc.

But don't hit on me. It's your life.

I understand.

These are the people.

They can't know about me.

They made a good guess. Then you tell them they were wrong.

Tell them that it was anybody else.

They'll get their money. They don't care. And if you do that, I'll give you

,000 extra just for you.

you put me through, Doc.

Don't let it happen again.

Michael!

What's going on?

Who is that man? What's he doing here?

I'm going to call the police.

Robin!

No.

Michael, are you all right?

Uh, uh, yes, yes.

Nothing. Nothing that will touch you.

I love you too much for that.

I do.

I know that now more than ever.

I do, Robin.

Please.

Trust me.

Love me too.

Fifteen credit card charges to fifteen different midtown hotels over the last

six months.

Now, what does that sound like Dr. Oliver was up to, Frank?

Maybe he was robbing the towels and was afraid to go back.

He had an apartment.

Quite different hotels.

If he used his credit cards, he wasn't afraid of being identified, sure.

He was worried about the other person.

Now, when you check it out, Kroc, if all these rooms have double beds, get a

description of the woman he's trying to protect.

Well, this guy was something.

A doctor who gets murdered twice, possibly involved wholesaling cocaine,

maybe playing footsie with somebody's wife.

You know what my doctor does for kicks?

He plays the musical saw.

You say Dr. Clausen collects bottles?

Battles. This lady is married, has a husband.

She and Dr. Oliver were very cautious about this.

They knew enough about medicine to knock him off with drugs.

Promising? Very promising.

But then so was frozen chop suey pizza.

Frozen chop suey pizza? Yeah.

My wife's brother's idea.

How could it fail? It combined the worst of three cultures.

Disaster. Somebody say frozen chop suey pizza?

You wanted something?

Yeah. I checked out that Isabella Ibarra.

What she told you seems pretty accurate.

She had lost her nursing license because she was swiping morphine.

No.

I just got a bad twitch, Frank.

You know, a lot of bums saw me talking to her about Malloy.

You get in touch with Rizzo and Saperstein. Put a complete surveillance

Malloy. I want to make sure that he's not making a move on her. Yes, sir.

Frozen chop suey pizza.

There he goes.

I wasn't followed.

Did you do what I asked?

I told my people you were out of it.

Maybe you were followed.

You're the amateur, Doc.

I can assure you, Malloy, I've been as cautious about all of my arrangements as

though I were operating on my own heart.

You see, I put up the capital of Central America from my fee.

Dr. Oliver actually purchased the cocaine.

He carried it back on him. He made the arrangements with you.

All I did was switch it for milk sugar shortly before you arrived.

Oliver never even knew. What if he didn't have his heart attack? We both

have gone after you.

You see, it wasn't a heart attack.

The police did stumble on that fact, but... No matter, I defied them to blame

on me.

You killed him.

Yeah, between the time I picked up the phony coke and got back.

Generals and surgeons, Mr. Malloy, both must be masters at perfect timing.

You see, my target was all of the cocaine and all of the money.

Oliver dead could never reveal my involvement.

Echo?

A maneuver as brilliant as Scipio's forced march at night, which led to the

defeat of Hannibal at the gates of Rome.

Except for me.

Except for you.

Paul Malloy.

Now he'll never tell us why he pulled the trigger on Oliver.

Well, he's sure not going to tell us who pulled the trigger on him.

I can't get over it.

You know, between them, Rizzo and Saperstein have 18 years as detectives.

They had to get sucked in by some junkie that Malloy hired to wear his coat and

drive his car.

Yeah, well, Malloy outsmarted himself more than us. You know, maybe he picked

the junk in Columbia and sold it to Malloy. Theo, it's the poisoning of Dr.

Oliver that's important now.

You're beating a dead horse with Malloy and the cocaine.

Look. We rule out the cocaine as a motive in Oliver's killing, so what are

left with?

A jealous husband who knows his medicine.

Lieutenant Oliver was playing with one thing, there's no doubt about it. But he

was very careful. He took these hotel rooms, but she must have sneaked up.

Because we have no identification on her from any source whatsoever.

What about the list of Dr. Oliver's female patients?

Any women married to doctors on it?

Well, Captain, nobody he's operated on lately except for his boss's wife. Mrs.

Clauston? What would he operate on her for? She's a knockout.

Lieutenant, according to my report, the lady is 51 years of age. You're kidding.

Dr. Oliver and Mrs. Clawson.

52, to be precise, Lieutenant. I'm not embarrassed by it. You see, I have, for

little while at least, the wisdom of age and the appearance of youth.

Well, Dr.

Oliver did a magnificent job.

Did he work from photographs of you when you were younger?

No, actually, I don't think I looked very much like this when I was 30.

Jeff added a few touches of his own, the nose and in through here. It used to

make me laugh the way it tilted off to one side.

I'm telling you all of this, Lieutenant, because, well, I'm certain that you can

find out anything you want to, if you want to.

But tell me, Lieutenant, why am I suddenly the center of all of this

Well, why are you volunteering all this information?

So I won't be digging into your past?

Oh, Lieutenant, dig all you like. I have been.

Let's see.

The Midtown Hotel, the Parkham Hotel Lodge, Ravenswood Hotel, the Broadway

Hotel, all within 15 minutes of the hospital.

Checked in the name of Dr. Oliver mid -afternoon.

Well, I'm afraid that I don't understand.

Mrs. Clausen, it wouldn't be difficult to check on your whereabouts during

precise times.

Surely, Lieutenant, that...

No reason to go into this sort of speculation now.

Isn't there? Your husband could have had a private detective following either

one of you. Shall I ask him? No.

No, I doubt if my husband ever suspected that a woman my age, married to him for

20 years, could be so... I'm sure there must be a perfect word for it in

Italian or some other language.

Lusty lieutenant.

The best I can do.

Let's just say that it was a... a rather odd side effect of my new,

youthful appearance.

But really, lieutenant, you are on the wrong track about my husband.

Am I?

Your husband's quite a collector.

You know, these beautiful and rare things.

Who suggested the operation?

You know something I find very strange?

I mean, your husband claims to be in such financial pressures, you know, Wall

Street and all that.

And yet I see everything's intact, the cabinets are filled. They're all symbols

to Michael.

Success, order, status, respect.

He couldn't bear to part with a single one of them.

Including yourself, Mrs. Clausen?

Now, look, if you can help us find Dr. Oliver's murderer, you will help, won't

you?

My telephone number, in case you want to reach me.

Unless, of course, you want to talk to me now.

Did you see the lady?

We were right.

She was having a fling with Dr. Oliver.

But if she knows anything and ties it into her husband's murder, she's not

talking. All I need is one big number for bingo, Frank.

How about C -25?

What does that mean?

Caliber 25.

That's the slug they took out of Maloy.

Left twist, three lands, very obscure.

It's hardly what you'd expect if it were a gangland killer.

Like a gun a collector might have acquired, right? Years ago, impossible

trace. Probably at the bottom of the river. Dr.

Clausen killing Maloy?

Help.

I thought we had him nicely packaged as a jealous husband. Now he's back somehow

tied up with Malloy in the cocaine trade. Lieutenant.

What is it? Lev thought you might like to see this.

Malloy was wearing those craved sole shoes when he was killed and these

particles were wedged into the rubber.

Analysis indicates fragments to be an alloy of tin and lead with microscopic

traces of red paint.

That stuff couldn't have stayed in his shoes long.

What's tin and lead and red all over? Soldiers.

Tin soldiers.

You know, I got it. Something happened to those battlefields at Clausen's.

His wife even picked up a broken soldier from the floor while I was there. A

lawyer at Clausen's? He claimed he never even saw him. Theo, could you get your

hands on one of those broken soldiers to send to the lab? Come on, Crocker.

I'll do the talking and you swipe the soldier.

I cancel two appointments.

This is a lot more important than one of your stupid breath jobs.

But what is it?

That man that was here last night, did you hire him? What on earth for?

To shoot Jeff Oliver.

I don't believe what you said.

That doesn't make the slightest sense. Jeff Oliver was dying of an overdose of

drugs. Why on earth shoot him? But how could you know he was dying?

That's not logical, Michael, unless you're the one who gave him the

Oh, Robin, you're twisting words.

Just touch me.

Don't touch you.

After last night, don't touch me. Oh, Michael, you are such a liar.

Last night was the payoff, wasn't it? Only I wasn't supposed to see that man.

I wasn't supposed to ask any questions. I wasn't supposed to think.

What in the hell are you talking about?

All of a sudden, you tell me you love me again.

And therefore, I'm supposed to love you again, stand by you, and tell the police

anything you want me to tell them, or not tell them anything you want me to

them? My God, Michael.

You slept with me for the first time in all these months.

Just for my silence.

That's not true.

Yes, it is too true. Otherwise, why, all of a sudden, after all the years of

being just a part of this... this living room of all of your things...

You little what?

I'm a 52 -year -old woman shoved into a new face and a new body, restored like

one of your precious antiques. Let go of me. Let go of me.

You're fainting.

You're... Robin!

Robin! Robin!

Are you out of your mind?

Why on earth would I kill Jeff Oliver? Oh, come off it, Michael, because Jeff

was my lover and you knew it and you couldn't stand it.

Michael, you knew it. You hired a private detective to follow us. That's

that man was.

Oh, Robin, please. That man had nothing to do with you and Jeff Oliver.

Well, maybe we will just let the police decide then.

Michael,

you did.

You killed Jeff because of me. I know that now.

Robin, please listen to me.

It's not why he died. It had nothing to do with you.

I didn't... even know about you and Jeff.

But to go to the police now for the wrong reason, that's more than I can

Jeff is dead all because of me.

I can't stand it. I can't stand this.

Let go of me. Let go of me.

Mr. Clawson, I presume?

I'm busy, Lieutenant.

Wait a minute. I thought you were leaving.

I have no right to barge in here.

Well, I really came to see Mrs. Clawson.

She's dying.

That saber.

This is Crockett. Get an ambulance over here to 412 East River Drive, apartment

4C. Hurry!

She's not breathing.

Lieutenant. Doctor.

I think the battle's over.

Tonight on ITV3, Maureen Litman and Anne Reid are making friends after their

night of large quantities of alcohol.

Ladies of Letter Series 1 is back at 8 o 'clock.

Back to this morning, and the house has a new look, but where is all the

expensive furniture coming from in Rising Damp?

That's after Stan's topping up his tan in On The Buses.