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What do you got?

A headache, lower back pain, and bags under my eyes that would qualify as

luggage.

Well, I warned you not to join the M .E.'s office.

Well, it's not my work. It's the divorce.

And this is an amicable split.

Well, they say divorce is one of the big three for causing stress.

So starting a new job.

No, the work's the thing that's keeping my mind off my trouble.

I suppose a corpse will do that.

Ah. Janet Detmeyer.

She lived here alone.

She's been dead for about two hours. Judging by the splatter patterns, I'd

she saw someone come through that window and she caught three bullets running

through the phone.

All her jewelry's missing. I'd say it's a robbery gone bad.

So what'd they drag me out of it for? You got this covered.

You want my job, too?

No, but I could go for another cup of coffee. Easy on the sugar this time.

Councilman Watson show up yet? This early on a Saturday?

He likes big ticket murders.

Weekdays, 9 to 5.

No sound bites here.

It's his wife in the body bag.

She ditched him a couple months ago, started calling herself Miss Something

Other and wearing a Wonderbra. We've been trying to reach him on the phone.

There's no answer.

We're headed over there now.

Let's go.

You got a better idea?

We go in.

Without a warrant and without probable cause.

Watson's on the police commission.

I hate to hear one of your bad ideas.

Hey.

You want to see this?

Blood.

There's more over here on the doorknob.

Maybe we ought to knock louder this time.

Knock, knock.

Hey, what the hell's going on?

Who are you?

Steve Sloan. Homicide.

No wonder he didn't hear anything.

Sleeping pills, huh?

How many of these did you take?

I don't know.

Three or four.

What the hell is this all about?

Blood in the sink and the bathtub.

Maybe he had a nosebleed.

I think we better read him his rights.

Chief Masters, do you really believe that Councilman Watson is capable of

committing such a vicious crime? Let me just say this. I have the highest regard

for Mr. Watson, although I do believe that he is quite capable of doing

to promote his own personal interests.

Well, some people are going to say that this arrest smells of a personal agenda.

I would say half of those people work for your newspaper, ma 'am.

I'm also quite prepared for them to call this a battle over the mayor's office,

regardless of the fact that...

Neither Mr. Watson nor myself have announced our intention to run. So you

believe that Councilman Watson is guilty?

What, corruption?

Personal and professional?

Yeah. I'm trying to destroy everything that real Americans believe in.

I suggest you check the record.

Of murder, Chief, is he guilty of murdering his wife?

Well, now, that's some question, isn't it?

I don't believe it would be appropriate for me to answer that at the time.

Do you?

I think we just bought ourselves some

commendations.

I hope that's all we bought.

You know me, Mark. Do you honestly believe I could do what they're saying?

You've been my patient for a long time, Matt, but Steve's my son.

And he's a good cop. He's one of the few.

I have to tell you, Matt, he believes you're guilty.

As he should, based on the evidence. I've had a very public and very bitter

separation from Janet, and there was blood all over my house, but I did not

it there.

Who did?

There could have been 50 people marching through my house for all I know.

I went to bed at 8 and didn't wake up until I was being arrested, thanks to

tranquilizers you prescribed.

First decent night's sleep I had since the separation.

You know, Steve was right there, Matt, and if he had seen evidence being

planted, he would expose it.

If he saw it, the officer who found the blood was Tony Stang.

My commission on police brutality named him one of the 12 worst cops on the

force and urged his immediate termination.

Masters ignored the recommendation, of course.

It's just, it's hard for me to believe, Matt, that police officers would let a

murderer go and frame an innocent man just to silence a critic.

How about to protect a corrupt power structure from the one man who stands a

chance of bringing it down?

Thank you for seeing me, Captain Pike.

I just talked to Matthew Watson.

And he told you he was being framed.

It makes a strong argument.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Follow that thought wherever it takes you.

Well, I just want to rule out the possibility that what Watson's saying is

Don't we all?

If you do find anything odd, I'd appreciate it if you'd come to me before

press. Of course.

There was only one officer at the councilman's home that was also at the

scene. And he's going to take the biggest fall.

I know.

You expecting a siege?

Matter of fact, we are.

Watson says he's framed. Ten seconds later, your dad's down here trying to

it. Boy, I see that the crap's gonna start hitting us any minute.

You've got nothing to worry about, do you?

My father's Watson's doctor.

Just a courtesy.

Yeah, and my dentist is on the way down here, too.

What chance do we have against a city councilman and his powerful allies?

All my father wants is the truth.

We know what happened out there. You got nothing to worry about. Oh, so the

truth is gonna protect me.

I feel so much better already, don't you, Fred? I'll feel better after I fire

couple of dozen rounds at the shooting range.

Reminds you old man who the good guys are, huh?

We're the ones wearing the badges.

I had no idea so many people got killed in L .A.

Well, they're not all murders, Jessie.

Some of them are accidents. Some of them are deaths by undetermined causes.

Some are current victims of parachutes that didn't open.

Drowning victims.

People at sea for days before they wash up on the beach.

Please remind me to never do that again.

Jessie, I'm sure you're not down at my lab for a tour. What's up?

Actually, Mark sent me here to get the workup on Janet Watson.

No mystery there. Cause of death was a .38 caliber bullet, which punctured her

aorta. Huh. What about a tox screen?

Nothing unusual. Just trace amounts of acetaminophen and pseudoephedrine

hydrochloride. Cold medicine.

Would you find anything that could possibly clear Councilman Watson?

No, but I may have found something that could convict him.

That was definitely Janet Watson's blood all over his house.

It doesn't look too good.

I don't think I've ever seen an exercise bike like this before.

You can ride 7 ,000 different routes all over the world.

You still in France?

No. No, past the border about three miles back.

Just outside of Gstaad now.

Look out!

Oh!

Where you been?

Nowhere as exotic.

I've been backtracking Janet's movements for the past 24 hours.

She was home all day except for a trip to the drugstore for some cold medicine.

Maybe she was followed by one of those home invasion guys.

And, uh...

Maybe space aliens came to take her back to the mothership. No, no, they use

phasers, not bullets.

My point is, any theory is possible. Right now, all of our proof points to

Councilman Watson.

He's not helping himself by refusing to talk to the police.

Except to say that he's innocent.

Which is somehow less compelling than the fact that his wife's blood was found

all over his house.

Let me see that file again.

I think we may have missed something.

A bullet engulfed the inferior branch of the right main pulmonary artery,

causing massive internal hemorrhaging.

Death.

That's it for you, Mr. Fitz. Who's next?

He's the last one.

There are no more bodies?

What about the five -car pileup?

You cleared that up before lunch. Well, let's do them again. Maybe we missed

something. That's what we did after lunch.

Hmm.

Well, let's fill out the report on that drowning victim.

Done.

I think we've waited long enough to order those supplies. Let's get down to

I got down to it this morning.

My, my, my, aren't we efficient.

I have to be to keep up with you, Dr. Bentley.

Um, do you mind if I go?

I've got a date with a guy in radiology.

Oh, no, you go. You have a good time. I'm going to stick around here. I'm

to finish up, you know, stuff.

Dr. Amanda Bentley, staff pathologist, adjunct county medical examiner. What

have you got?

Amanda, I'm sorry to bother you, but did you do a tox screen on the blood

samples found at Kelsum and Watson's house?

Sure did. Came up clean.

No drugs or preserving agents?

Nothing at all.

Okay. Thanks, Amanda.

Well, hold on. I'm happy to do the autopsy over again if you like.

Well, no, that's not really necessary.

Are you sure? I don't mind.

No, I appreciate the offer, Amanda, but I got what I need here. I appreciate the

work.

Wanted to see me?

Sit down, detective.

You here to check my hemorrhoids, or is there something I don't know? I said sit

down.

I never liked you, Stang.

I fight for you because you clear cases.

When Watson's commission called you dirty, I persuaded them you were just

overenthusiastic. Made sure you kept your job.

I never got around to baking you a batch of cookies.

Shut up, Stang.

Being a cop in this town is a lousy job.

But if you do it right, I'm not going to make it any worse by busting you over

the small stuff.

That's what makes you such a hero to all us little guys, Captain.

You have one chance to save your badge here, Detective.

You want to take it or you want to mouth off?

As long as you're clean, no one's going to mess with you while I'm around.

But if you're dirty, nothing... Who says I'm dirty?

What does he know?

Right now, I just think that you framed Councilman Watson for murder.

You think?

I don't have to sit here and listen to this crap.

You had a motive.

You hated Matthew Watson.

I admit.

I crossed him off my Christmas list a long time ago. But you find one cop in

this department who likes that guy.

Go ahead, Pike.

Tell me you voted for him.

You had motive, and you had opportunity.

You were the one who went out behind the house alone and found the blood on the

steps, and you found the blood in the bathroom.

Where do you think I got all this blood?

Oh, wait.

Your son must have given me a big dripping swab from the crime scene, told

go paint the place with it. Uh -huh, well, that's where you made your

That blood didn't come from the crime scene.

What are you talking about?

Jared Watson was taking cold medication.

There was no sign of it in the blood at Councilman Watson's house.

It means the blood didn't come from Janet Watson the day she was killed, but

sometime before.

Bet premeditation.

And murder one.

I want to see my PBA rep.

That's the way you want it.

If you want to talk, I'm willing to make a deal with you, but it's a limited

time offer. I want your answer when I get back.

There goes my career and my pension.

You didn't frame Watson. He did.

You think that makes a difference?

I was his partner. He goes down, so do I.

Councilman Watson was just released ten minutes ago, and he's already scheduled

a news conference outside City Hall tomorrow morning. If he really cared

this city, he'd keep his mouth shut.

Well... His wife was murdered. His reputation ruined. You can't blame him

trying to get it back.

You don't have to hold a press conference to do it.

The public already mistrusts us.

Exploiting the situation and just making things worse.

You get bloody out there.

You're going to be right in the middle of it.

I made the bus with Stang and Halloran. I'm already in the middle of it.

It doesn't help that your father brought down a fellow policeman. I'm afraid I

made a pariah on him.

Stang was dirty.

The rest I can live with.

It's locked!

Oh, no.

I'll get the doors.

He's dead.

You couldn't have known what he'd do.

I shouldn't have left him alone.

He was a cop.

There was no other choice.

Maybe.

Where the hell did he get the gun?

Could have been his throw -down weapon.

He kept it in an ankle holster.

Never know when you might shoot an unarmed suspect and need a weapon to

him. Guns have a habit of disappearing even if they're there.

You've been on the streets, you know that.

Get Stang's gun down to ballistics.

Spread the word that any officer in my precinct carrying a second weapon better

lose it today.

Dismissed.

This is what I've been saying for years about this police department.

They don't serve the badge.

They don't serve the community.

They don't serve the law.

They serve Chief Masters and his personal agenda.

So we demand... We demand immediate resignation

and an in -depth reinvestigation of every case Detective Stangworth during

long and deplorable career.

Steve is right that that kind of rhetoric can cause war in the streets.

I hate to say it, Mark, but the councilman has a point, and you helped

The police framed him.

You know, there's too many questions unanswered to just leave it as Stang's

suicide. Who killed Janet Watson?

Where did Stang get Janet's blood?

I may have a lead on that.

After Stang's suicide, I reopened the autopsy of Janet Watson, and I

a nearly healed puncture in the crook of her arm, which would be consistent with

someone drawing blood.

So I called a family doctor, and he said he hadn't seen her in months.

Well, maybe she gave blood.

I can go down to the local blood bank and see if she made a donation recently.

Oh, that is a good idea. Can you get on it this afternoon?

Yeah, but you know, there's still one thing I don't understand. If Stang

murdered her, why didn't he just use blood from the scene?

There's only one reason I can think of.

to the chief, huh? They offered a course in lip reading at the academy.

I never regretted skipping it until now.

You think they're talking about your future?

My what?

It's not necessarily over for you, Fred.

Yeah. I hear Burger Town is always looking for experienced security guards.

And that's where Phil goes.

Lieutenant, aren't you aware of this meeting going on in here? Yes, sir. I'm

sorry, but... I asked Detective Sloan to bring me the ballistics report on

Stang's gun as soon as it was ready.

I see.

Yes, sir.

May I?

Have you seen this?

Yes, sir.

It appears that Stang's gun was the same weapon used to kill Janet Watson.

I can't believe it.

Who else knows about this?

No one, sir. The, uh... Text didn't know whose gun they were testing. Good.

Let's keep it that way.

Are you thinking of trying to bury this?

If Stang really murdered Janet Watson, then we have a case. Captain, this is an

ongoing police investigation. We will announce the results when we have the

entire truth.

Word gets out. It always does.

And then we look as if we have something to hide.

Lieutenant, when Officer Stang...

Entered Councilman Watson's house. Where were you?

Right next to him, sir.

And who made the actual arrest?

I did.

And who was in charge of the ballistics report on Officer Stang's gun?

Yes, well, you see, it already looks like we have something to hide now,

it? Sir, if you're suggesting that I... I'm not suggesting anything, Lieutenant.

The press will do that.

And the suggestion that there's a police conspiracy to murder Janet Watson and

blame it on her husband is enough to sink us all.

That's why we should come forth with everything we know as soon as possible.

Captain, I don't think I need to remind you that it's taken this department five

years and three police chiefs to get over the last scandal we had.

I don't believe we could withstand another one. You may have buried that.

A crime that brings you down.

It's the cover -up.

And we're right in the middle.

But maybe we can get out.

We can't release the ballistics report.

Not against the chief's explicit order.

If we can get independent evidence confirming our suspicions... Get us a

search warrant for staying apart.

And, uh, Steve?

Do it quietly.

Mike.

Dr. Sloan is where?

Dr. Sloan.

Hi. What are you doing in here?

Well, I have found that if I revisit the scene of a crime, sometimes I can get a

fresh perspective on things.

Then shouldn't you be over at Janet Watson's house?

Well, we pretty well know what happened over there, but we don't know.

That's what happened right here.

Dang jammed the door shut and blew the back of his head off.

What if he didn't?

Are you suggesting he was murdered?

I'm suggesting the possibility.

Well, even if we forget that he was holding the gun that killed Janet Watson

that his hand had powder burned.

The door was jammed shut from the inside, the windows are barred, and the

wasn't broken until I threw a chair through it. I know.

But consider this. Janet Watson gave blood at a city hall blood drive three

ago. Now the bag's disappeared.

But if Stang killed Janet Watson, why would he bother to take a bag of blood

that was drawn three days before?

Oh, that's why you think someone else is involved.

Someone afraid that Stang might talk.

Mm -hmm.

Now, let's just assume for the moment that that's how it actually happened.

How could it have been done?

Well, the killer would come in, pull his gun, and off Stang. Put the gun in his

hand and jam a chair under the doorknob with about ten seconds to get out.

But how?

Look at these iron bars over here.

They're all rusty. Even the lock's rusty.

But look closely at the lock there.

All the rest has gone right around the loop.

Means it's been opened recently.

Mm -hmm.

Damn.

Where are the keys to that lock kept?

In the desk sergeant's drawer.

We haven't checked for prints, but it's probably a waste of time.

Who knows about those keys?

Every cop in the precinct in case of a fire or some other emergency.

There's just one big problem with your theory.

There was no time between the sound of the gunshot and us breaking into the

for the killer to get away.

We are assuming that the gunshot we heard was the shot that killed Stang.

if it wasn't?

What if the killer used a silencer to shoot Stang, put the weapon in his hand,

escaped through that barred window, climbed into a nearby room, and safely

from the crime scene, used another gun to fire off a blank, and that's the shot

that we heard?

Well, that makes sense.

But how do you explain the powder burns on Stang's hand?

Stang and Halloran went to the shooting range a couple hours before he was

killed.

And there must have been 50 cops there who saw him and saw an opportunity.

What happened to that search warrant on Stang's place?

Right here, Captain.

Let's go, Lieutenant.

Captain, I've got something.

The red cross bag containing Janet Watson's blood. Found it out in the

Good work.

What have you got?

Trouble for all of us.

I found it taped under the drawer. Police intelligence file.

On Councilman Watson.

From the chief's office.

I want to say this clearly and without equivocation.

Individuals in this department have framed Councilman Watson for murder and

all probability were involved in the killing of his wife.

And it appears that Detective Stang planted Janet Watson's blood on the

Councilman's property and it also appears that Detective Stang's gun was

murder weapon.

share your horror at this abuse of the public trust, but I urge you not to

condemn the entire department because of a few corrupt officers.

I promise you that we will find the truth, no matter where it leads.

Councilman?

I want to thank Captain Pike for her honesty and courage.

It's good to know there are still a few police officers in this city we can

believe in.

My office will be releasing a detailed statement within the hour. Thank you.

I feel

terrible.

Couple of hours. It's just nerves.

I don't think so.

You're burning up.

Steve, would you call an ambulance right away?

Still think

I got a future here?

That depends on how much you knew about what Stang was doing.

You want to be a help, grab that box for some of this crap.

Long Beach Refinery standoff.

I was still in the academy then.

Watched you bringing out those hostages on TV.

Yeah, I was a big hero that day. Great things in my future.

What happened, Fred?

Stang happened.

I guess a dirty partner doesn't do much for your reputation.

A suspect gets a couple of bruises on the way back to the precinct. A gun gets

dropped at the shooting scene.

Doesn't matter which partner did it. You're a team.

He could have said something.

Right.

That's not the department way, is it?

We don't talk, we take action.

What are you getting at?

Stang didn't kill himself.

Yeah, that didn't seem much like his style.

Oh, you think I look good for popping him, huh?

You were the first one at the interrogation room door.

I had to go to the can. The door was locked. I was waiting outside.

As a crack... Detective, you must have observed that the interrogation is right

next door to the bathroom.

That's your story? You got motive, you got opportunity.

Go ahead, cuff me. What the hell do I care?

That son of a bitch, Stang, he couldn't be content just humiliating Watson. He

had to try and destroy him.

Humiliating him? How?

With his wife, of course.

Stang and Janet Watson?

She got off sleeping with the one cop her husband hated the most.

And Stang said it was the same for him.

And you never thought to mention that?

Who would it have helped?

has been treating you well?

Huddling the green hills of Africa?

Tried the steep hills of Spain.

I'd like to.

Think I can get a flight today?

Well, I came by to see how you were doing. Now I know the same thing's

to you.

Oh, no, I love being despised by everyone I work with.

You remember back in college you found out the quarterback was getting the test

questions early? And I let you convince me to go to the administration.

You took a lot of heat back then. Came out all right.

I got cut from the squad, my car got torched in the parking lot, and I

get a date my entire junior year.

Well, yeah, but I mean, you saw a wrong and you made a right. I mean, that's

what's important.

Especially if you ignore the fact that the quarterback got drafted by the pros,

the coach re -upped with a huge raise, and they expelled some poor grad student

who got blamed for the whole thing.

I could have sworn there was a life's lesson in there somewhere.

The guilty were rewarded, the innocent were punished, and I got shafted. Okay,

the football story's a bad example.

No, I think it's pretty much dead on.

You know, I hate myself for even thinking this, but in a way, everybody

have been better off if you'd never proven the blood was planted.

Well, except for Matthew Watson, who'd be facing a death penalty for a crime he

didn't commit. And what a loss that would be.

I told you I hated myself.

We're talking about bringing down the chief of police here.

You know it's the right thing to do.

So is exposing the quarterback.

So why is he making $14 million a year and I'm checking to see if my car is on

fire yet?

Remember back in high school when you got caught cheating on exams?

I'll get away with that, Dad.

You never told me that.

Hey,

I thought your shift ended hours ago.

Oh, it did. I just have a lot of work to do, Jesse.

I'm sure it's nothing that can't wait.

They're dead.

He'll be dead tomorrow.

You want to go home and see C .J. before he goes to bed?

C .J.'s with Colin this week.

There's only a big empty house waiting for me.

Well, I tell you, my shift is over after I see this next patient. Maybe we can

go see that new movie, Jack Blood, action fit?

Huh? It's going to be good.

Drives a monster truck with these rocket launchers. Thanks, Jesse, really.

But I want to finish my work.

Okay.

I know what you're doing.

I did the same thing when my parents got divorced.

You removed a liver?

I joined every club. I tried out for every team. I volunteered for every

charity. I even hung around after school to help clean rooms with the

custodians. I mean, I would do anything except go home and face that pain. But I

tell you, it catches up with you.

Okay.

I'm fine, Jesse.

I just want to finish my work.

Hey, but I'll still save a seat for you at Action Fifth.

Thanks.

Oh, Doctor, this will teach me to eat fish tacos off a roach coach.

Well, that's a good rule to keep in mind, but your condition actually has

nothing to do with food poisoning.

Well, what then?

I'm looking at the files that your doctor sent over, and there's no record

tetanus shot in the past ten years.

We've started aggressive treatment, and I think that we caught it early enough

that with a little luck, you'll be out of here in a day or two.

What if I'm not lucky, Doctor?

Let's not worry about that until we have to, okay?

Just get some rest.

Why don't you continue IBD -5W, half normal.

What the hell are you thinking?

Sir, this really isn't a good time.

Yes.

Let me remind you who the chief of police is here, and it's not you. And by

way, I will decide what goes public. No one else. You understand that?

I don't let suspects in a homicide dictate how I handle an investigation.

Oh, so we're playing politics, are we? Let me ask you a question.

What kind of an arrangement did you make with Mr. Watson?

You wanted the ballistics report on Stang's gun suppressed.

Steve and I found an intelligence file on Watson from your office.

at stang's place you add it up you

don't see how you're being played by this bastard do you you don't see that

you're doing is tearing down the police department so he can become mayor i'm

doing my job yes i can see that

And Lieutenant Sloan, may I be the first to congratulate you? You see, when or

if Miss Pike becomes chief, what's that going to make you?

Tell me you've got good news.

You tell me.

Dang's phone records.

Look at that number.

It appears more than 30 times.

That's the chief's private line.

I'm taking over the Watson investigation while Captain Pike is in the hospital.

I don't think that's a good idea, sir.

Well, I thank you for your opinion, but give me everything you have on the case.

I can't do that, sir.

Lieutenant, as long as you're wearing that badge, you'll do exactly what I

you to do.

Is that what you told Stank?

Give me your files and your notes right now.

They don't share the details of an ongoing investigation with a suspect.

And like it or not, Chief, you're a suspect.

I am still the same police officer I was when I walked a beat in South Central

Los Angeles.

Don't ever forget that.

And I don't break the law.

I enforce it.

Then you know why it has to be this way.

If you have a problem with that, fire me.

You had better hope this turns out the way you think it's going to.

Because when it's all over with, I'll be standing a question as will you.

Get that thing away from me.

Well, you look like you could use a little pick -me -up.

Well, you know, that's what I said to myself the last 600 cups that I've worn.

You know, I'm sure you could use some time off. Why not just go away somewhere

for a while? Mark, I can't do that. I have too much work.

Besides, I have six autopsies waiting for me. Thanks for reminding me.

She's working too hard.

She's running.

Hi, Dad. Hi. What'd you find out?

I checked with the department's janitorial service. They cleaned the

the night before Stang's death.

What about the observation room mirror? They did every room on the floor,

including all windows and mirrors.

God, that's what I was afraid of.

Dad, this seems like an odd time to be concerned with the sanitary conditions

my workplace.

What's going on?

Unfortunately, it proves that Stang was murdered by Cynthia Pike.

Ah, that can't be right.

You remember how Captain Pike got into the interrogation room?

Yeah, she shattered a mirror and climbed through. Cut herself pretty badly doing

it. What if she cut herself deliberately?

Why?

To hide the fact that she had already cut herself on those rusty iron bars.

And what she didn't know, that she had already infected herself with tetanus

when she did.

Which you can't get from a clean mirror.

Why would she do it?

Well, I don't know. I have an idea, but I don't think we'll know until we bring

down the leader of this conspiracy.

Pike and Stang were in this together?

I didn't want to believe it myself at first.

I still don't.

Pike killed your wife, Stang planted the blood.

I just told the city she had my complete trust, for God's sake.

That's exactly what she wanted you to do.

Everything is going just as she planned, along with Chief Masters, of course.

But why?

All the things you thought before.

to ruin you, and to give Masters a clear shot at the mayor's seat.

And he'd make her the first female chief of police in L .A. history.

But when Dad figured out you were being framed, Pike decided to make Stang the

fall guy and save herself.

Pike killed Stang and tried to make it look like a suicide, but she made a

couple of mistakes, one fatal. She contracted tetanus, and she's not

to treatment.

If she dies, we'll never be able to prove Masters was behind this.

There might be a way.

Off to the chief of deal.

Tell him you know about the intelligence file at Stang's, and you'll exonerate

him if he drops out of the race and endorses you for mayor.

And wear this when you do it.

What's the matter?

Couldn't find any good empty warehouses or abandoned amusement parks?

Why am I here?

Because the next time we meet, I'll be wearing this.

I'll offer to make you a deal on tape that will implicate you in my wife's

and the plot to frame me.

It's your last chance to save yourself.

Councilman Watson, you may eavesdrop on every one of my conversations till the

day I drop dead. It's not going to do you any good because we both know I had

nothing to do with this.

It sure looks like you did.

That would be enough to ruin you.

Unless I help you out.

So tomorrow we can put on an act that'll clear you and put all the blame on Pike

and Stang.

And what do I have to do? Forget about a couple of your parking tickets?

I want you to drop out of the race.

Endorse me and use your resources on my behalf while I'm in office.

And how will you explain what's happened?

We'll say Pike and Stang were lovers and...

She found out he was sleeping with my wife and didn't like it.

So Pike figured out a way to kill her and lay everything on Stang.

And you'll say that Pike planted the blood at your house knowing that Dr.

would clear you and go after Stang.

Captain Pike killed Stang, makes it look like a suicide. End of story.

Now you're getting the hang of it.

You think Captain Pike will go along with it?

Ike is dying.

And even if she makes it, who would believe her if you and I support each

You know, Councilman Watson, it sounds very good.

I bet it even sounds better on tape.

You see, it was a good thing one of us was wired.

Watson's story is pretty close to the truth, Chief, with one crucial

He was the one having an affair with Captain Pike.

He killed his wife and planted the blood on his own property.

We framed Stang, and I killed him.

The only thing Stang was guilty of was bad luck.

Shut up, Cynthia.

You were willing to sacrifice me to save yourself.

One good turn deserves another, honey.

You did it all so Masters would be disgraced, Watson would become mayor,

you'd be the new chief of police.

Get him out of here.

Officer Halloran.

I'm very sorry about what's happened to you. I'll make it right.

Yeah, sure.

Beats Burger Town.

How did you know it was me?

When I realized that Pike killed Stang, I had to ask myself the question, well,

who benefited from all this? Not Master, certainly.

I couldn't have proved one thing if you hadn't tried one last little

manipulation. I count it on you being a politician right to the end. And you

will.

You want to see me, sir?

Yes, Lieutenant, I do. Come in.

Would you please excuse us for a moment?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Captain Blake from North Hollywood will be taking you over here.

He's a good man.

Yes, well, he does his job. Nothing more, nothing less.

He's too busy thinking about his pension.

It's politics.

Well, then I hope the department saves up for a nice gold watch for him.

I'm not holding out hope for mine.

Let me tell you something, Lieutenant.

This is my department.

I will not tolerate any type of opposition from within. I want all my

officers out in the field closing cases, not attending to some personal

political agenda.

You'll be staying.

But if you ever move against me again, I will bless you.

Lieutenant.

That was very good police work.

What was so urgent that I had to stop here on my way to work? Amanda, I know

it's out of your way, but this couldn't wait.

I can handle it. I hate to interrupt your busy schedule, but this is

that's really important.

I just found out that Dr. Hugo Arbuthnot, the famed forensic

giving a demonstration of his new technique for reconstructing human

bone charge.

You've got to see it. That's great. When, where? I'll go. Well, here's the

part. It's in Hawaii in seven hours.

Here's your plane ticket. Here's your reservation.

I am really sorry, Amanda.

Well, it's no problem. It's a five -hour flight that gives me two hours to

situate C .J. with my mom. I'm on my way.

Oh, I sure appreciate it. Thanks. Okay, see you later. Bye.

Come on, move it out of my way!

What do you think she'll do when she gets there and finds out there's no Dr.

Arb? It's not a demonstration.

I hope she just laughs it off and finds herself a nice little spot on the beach.

If she doesn't... We've got seven hours to come up with a plan.