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Thank you.

Thank you.

What? Crump.

Hopson? Listen to me now. Do you know
what time it is? Yeah, I know what time

is, but this is very important. You've
got to do something for me, and you've

got to hurry, Crump.

What?

The Aurora Borealis, Crum. It's visible
over your part of Idaho right now.

Aurora? Who? What are you talking about?
The northern lights, Crum. The northern

lights. I've never seen them before, and
you know I'm an amateur astronomer.

Well, I was wondering if you could,
well, take a look and tell me what they

like there. It's cold outside.

This is a once -in -a -lifetime deal,
but you've got to hurry. You understand

me? Hey, I'm looking out the window
right now. I don't see no lights. Well,

you've got to look further in your
window. You've got to go outside, past

building, far away from the building,
Crum. You're not going to quit bugging

until I do this, are you?

No, I'm not, but you gotta hurry, Crump.
All right, all right. Hold your horses.

I'm going out. Far away from the
building, you understand me? Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah.

What lights? I don't see no lights.

His name's Gary Hobson.

He gets tomorrow's newspaper today.

He doesn't know how.

He doesn't know why.

He only knows when the early edition
hits his front door.

He had 24 hours. That day was right.

How about hotels? Have you been double
-checking them?

Yes, yes. I understand. It's just I'm...
Yeah.

Okay, fine. Thank you.

You've got the number here, though,
right?

Okay, because I... Bye.

Sheriff still hasn't seen him?

No. Neither does the volunteer fire
department or the local diner or the fly

-fishing shop. Apparently nobody in Last
Chance, Idaho knows what happened to

Crum. Well, there was nothing in the
paper, so we know he's still alive,

I don't know if something happened to
him and found him yet.

Hobson!

I think he found us. You want to know
what your Aurora Borneo looks like?

My what?

Those northern lights of yours.

They look just like my cabin going up in
a ball of flame.

Hey, are you all right, Crumb? We were
worried sick about you. It shook me up,

but I'm all in one piece. Oh, give me a
cup of coffee. Very, very black. How are

you, Marissa? I'm fine. I want to know
what else you know about my cabin.

I don't know anything else. Oh, don't
give me that, Hobson.

Whenever you're around.

Something always happens because you
know something and you get in the way.

And then you always got a song and a
dance about how it is. You can't quite

explain how it is that you know whatever
it is that you know. Well, that's

because you always tell me that you
don't want to know what I know that I'm

supposed to know. I don't.

Because whatever you do, ESPN or heebie
-jeebie stuff like that, it gives me the

creeps. Plus, I don't believe it anyway.

But I'm going to tell you right now, if
you know anything else about my cabin,

you better spill it.

There's nothing to spill. I understand
there was a propane explosion.

Oh?

And how would you know that?

I'll tell you. A simple deduction, you
should know that. It's a rural area.

There's a propane tank. This is what is
left of the safety valve on my propane

tank.

Somebody sawed it down.

What? It was intentional. Somebody's
trying to kill me.

What?

You wouldn't happen to know who this is,
would you, Hobson?

Or are you going to stand there and tell
me it's a total coincidence that the

first time I hear from you in over six
months just happens to be 30 seconds

before someone tries to blow my head
off?

It was coincidence.

I don't believe this.

Why would someone want to kill you,
Crumb? Let me count the ways, Marissa.

For over 25 years, I've been a Chicago
cop.

Now, if that ain't a way to make
enemies, I don't know what is. I figure

somebody trying to get a little payback.

So what are you going to do?

I'm going to try to piece it together
before whoever's after me gets lucky.

That's why I'm going to be staying with
Hobson until I sort it all out.

You what?

Well, I have to keep a low profile
someplace that nobody would expect me to

Why don't you keep a low profile at a
hotel? Because they keep records in

hotels, Hobson. Besides, this is perfect
cover. A nowhere bar on a nowhere

street.

That's fine.

All right.

You can stay. That's fine. You can stay.
I've got to...

Take out that hat, though, would you?

What's wrong with the hat?

Looks great to me.

What happened to you?

Well, a truckload of fish. A guy
slipped. It's a long story. Can I come

place? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right, come on in.

And don't mess up none of my stacks.

And don't touch none. I don't want my
stuff smelling like fish.

Crump, I said that you could stay a
couple of days, not the rest of the

Oh, put a sock in it, will you?

I had to move my personal files out of
storage. I'm making a list of possible

suspects. You really need all

this? Hey, when someone's trying to kill
you, you don't leave no leaf

overturned, you understand?

I'm pointing out a list of all the
possible people who want to see me dead,

I'm going to check out their current
whereabouts. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Maybe nobody's trying to kill you. Did
you ever consider that? Because I looked

at the gas valve.

And it looked corroded to me, Crumb.

Yeah, well, you're not going to get rid
of me that easy.

You know which you are.

You're paranoid.

Hey, all good cops are paranoid.

Well, you're not a cop, though. You're a
retired cop. And I'm telling you, the

reason your cabin blew up is because of
a gas leak. Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever

you say.

Will you take a shower?

You're starting to smell like a duck
around here.

Hey, Father!

Crumb.

Good to see you, buddy.

Listen, I need another quick little
favor.

Name it.

Would you look up these names?

Let me know who's out of the joint and
where they are.

What's this all about?

I can't say now.

This got anything to do with those files
I sent you in Idaho?

No, no.

Right now, the less said, the better.
You know what I mean?

You sure you don't want to tell me
what's going on?

Hey, believe me, you'll be the first.

And last night he was making a list of
possible suspects. Today he's going to

talk to a cop friend of his that's in
records, you know, find out anyone's

released, that sort of thing. Well, it
makes sense.

No, no, what makes sense is if Crum
would let the cops deal with the whole

thing, but he can't do that, because if
he did that, he'd find out nobody's

trying to kill him. You know what? That
would ruin his day.

But, Gary, you don't know that.

Well, I know what the paper said, don't
I? It said propane leak.

Yeah, but that's what the local
authorities said. I mean, I don't think

have many arson murders in last -dance
Idaho. Come on, you know what this is

about as well as I do.

What?

The guy was a top cop. Now he's out
chasing trout with teensy -weensy little

flies. He's bored.

Well, so what if he's bored? What's
wrong with indulging him a little?

Oh, that's easy for you to say, isn't
it? He's not sleeping in your apartment.

They can hear him snoring over in
Skokie.

Oh, come on, Gary, give him some time.
Let him poke around a little. I mean,

what's the worst thing that can happen?

Oh, boy, I gotta go.

Identity of the victim was not released.
The Chicago police deemed it doing so

would hamper their investigation.

That's great.

I don't know where I shouldn't have
found.

No, I'm not... Run!

Who is that guy?

I have no idea, but he's turning around.

Did you get the plane number? Are you
crazy?

Come on, get out of here!

So nobody's trying to kill me, huh?

Okay. Maybe you're right. Maybe someone
is trying to kill you. Thank you.

Now, you please get up off of me.

Hello. You know her? Sort of.

Someone tried to shoot these two. For
the life of them, they can't figure out

why. I'll bet.

Wait a second.

Detective, what are you doing here? I
thought you were a U .S. Marshal. I was.

But they kept transferring me to places
that made lousy pizza.

Who are you?

Crump. Used to be one of Chicago's
finest. Now retired. Worked plain

Detective, huh?

Retired.

Yeah? You two together?

Depends on how you mean it.

You want to tell me about it?

Tell you about what?

Okay. You want to play it that way.

Take him downtown.

My office.

Oh, boy.

Has she got your number?

Yeah.

So you, uh, date her or something?

No, I didn't date her.

I'm lucky I survived her. You'll see.

So what was it?

I was her government witness, and she
handled my protection.

Mm -hmm.

Pulled your jacket, Crumb. You did all
right on the job.

So what are you doing with Hobson?

Ask him.

I'm asking you.

I was living in Idaho.

Fishing, mostly.

I came back for a visit, and Hobson
offered his place to stay.

Above the bar?

They still got that cat?

Yeah. I hate cats.

Did she stay there?

It's very hard to explain.

All right.

Bullets were standard nines. Nobody got
a clean look at the car or the license.

It's probably a random drive -by.

Yeah. Single shooter.

Empty freak fires off a full clip at an
ex -cop.

I don't think so.

So how long you been back in town?

One day.

How long you been gone?

About a year.

Ended up on the Henry Fork of the Snake
River.

You like fishing, detective?

I hate fishing.

So where does Hudson enter the picture?

I attended bar for him after I retired.

Any reason to think somebody want to
take you out?

No.

You and that little blondie still an
item?

Now, what does that have to do with
anything?

Most murders boil down to love or money,
Hobson.

They tried to shoot him, not me, him.

Why didn't you tell Brigada you were
running names and you had a list of

suspects?

Crump, somebody tried to shoot me too,
remember?

It's only because you were standing next
to me, that's all.

That's very comforting.

Will you relax, Hobson?

Jeez. You act like a guy that's never
been shot at before. I went along with

you. This is the first time anything
else happens to me.

I'm telling you, you're going to be on
your own. You count me out. You got me?

Well?

Joanne.

Marianne?

Joanne.

Is that really you?

It's been a long time.

Lifetime.

I walk by this bar all the time. I never
came in till tonight.

I've been out of town.

But you're back.

For a while, anyway.

I'm glad.

So am I now.

I'll be over at the bar in case you
might need me.

Which is right over there.

Sit down.

How good to see you. It's good to see
you.

Whoa, talk about Casa Blake.

Huh? In all the gin joints, in all the
towns, in all the worlds, she had to

into yours.

What are you talking about? Well, I
think Crumb deserves a little romance.

Crumb? Yeah.

I mean, deep down, I feel he's very
romantic at heart.

Very chivalrous.

Bogart.

Exactly. Bogart? Crumb?

You gotta be kidding me.

Where were you staying?

Upstairs. With Hapson. Oh.

Would you like to go someplace else?

Yes, I would.

But not tonight.

Oh.

I don't know about you, Joanne, but for
me, things are moving kind of fast.

Okay.

How about tomorrow night?

Are you sure?

Yes, yes.

It'll give me a chance to dig up some
decent clothes and kind of let this all

sink in.

Yeah, me too.

All right, break it up, you guys. Show's
over. Come on, get out of here.

About

time.

What can I do for you, detective?

Fish and Expedition.

I want to start by cross -referencing
convicted felons on parole with the case

reports of a retired detective.

Which detective?

Marion Crump.

G .I. Beans and G .I. Gravy. Gee, I'm
glad I joined the Navy. Sound off, one,

two. Sound off, three, four.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three,
four.

What? Too loud?

I don't know. Compared to what?

Your snoring?

Joanne called.

What?

Why didn't you call me?

You were in the shower.

So?

She said not to bother you.

You could have gotten me, Hobson.

Yeah, you got reservations at 7 o
'clock.

It's a place called Big's. You're
supposed to wear a jacket and a tie -in.

you don't like it, you should give her a
call. Here's the address.

Should make her happy.

I'm fine with it.

Isn't that right, kitty cat?

Isn't that right?

Hey, Crump.

How long has it been since you and this
woman, you've seen each other?

Oh, it's six, seven years.

How'd you meet?

I can send you your business. In other
words, an armed robbery.

She almost got shot.

What?

That's the truth.

You met her at a shootout? Yeah, she was
a victim in a hole -up I was covering.

Well, what happened?

Well, somebody was robbing a bank. No,
no, no. I mean, not the robbery. What

happened with the relationship?

Oh, I don't know.

The job, I guess.

When my wife died, I threw everything I
had into being a cop.

Joanne was a second chance, and I didn't
let myself take it. It was a long time

ago.

What about now?

You know, you ask an awful lot of
questions. You know that, Hudson? All

all right, fine.

I lose some crumb. I got to get going.

I got some things to do.

What you got on your plate today?

Pinky Mahoney.

Who? I put him away for extortion and
racketeering. He swore he'd chop my head

off and send it to the judge in a
plastic bag.

He got out four months ago. I think I'll
look him up. You want to come along?

No.

Suit yourself.

Sound off. One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Crumb. Detective.

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Pinky Mahoney.

Funny thing. So am I. Oh?

You do think there's someone after you.

It's personal.

I could haul you in for obstruction.

Oh, yeah?

From now on, we share information.

Can you live with that?

Yeah, I can live with that.

Okay. Come on.

So how'd you know to look here?

Found Pinky's girlfriend.

Threatened to take her probation away
unless she walled on him.

Oh, that's good.

You?

I promised his fence immunity if he
turned Pinky over to me.

You're retired. You can't give immunity.

Yeah, but you don't know that.

What?

You carry it?

No.

Take this.

What is this, a pop gun?

What's going down there?

Tell me that little weasel got away.

No. He didn't go far. He hurt himself.
He was limping.

Police! Come out of there now and come
out slow.

Hanson!

Don't look at me.

Well?

You gonna tell me how it is you wind up
at the bottom of a manhole to catch our

suspect after he jumps in and knocks
himself unconscious?

I already told you that.

You see, the next door neighbor, she
lost her cocker spaniel, and while I was

looking for Brownie, I heard some noise
down in the sewer grate. So you decided

to open a manhole and go exploring?

Exactly.

Don't look at me.

When I was on the job, he drove me nuts.

He's got extrasensory precipitation or
something.

I couldn't have said it any better.

Why am I not surprised?

Truth is, Pinky Mahoney would have
drowned if you hadn't been there.

But that doesn't solve our problem.

His alibi checked.

He's not your gunman, Crumb.

That's... Maybe I ought to tell her
behind all.

What about it?

Absent.

Nothing other than someone tried to blow
his cabin up while he was still in it.

Nice of you to share this with me
earlier.

I didn't think it was pertinent at the
time.

I'll bet.

What's in Idaho?

Rainbow trout.

In the dead of winter?

There were two guys on your list of
suspects, Grum.

But they're both clean.

So I'm thinking what's going on here
isn't about the past, but the present.

Do you want to tell me what it is you're
doing in Idaho in the dead of winter

besides freezing your butt off?

Writing my memoirs.

Your memoirs? Hey.

I can be as illiterate as the next guy.

Who else knows about these memoirs? Are
you kidding?

It's bad enough I told you.

I had to get copies of some old police
reports from a buddy of mine in the

record department.

I didn't even tell him what I wanted
them for.

I would never hear the end of it.

Look, you pull any more surprises on me,
and I'll make sure everyone in the

department hears about these memoirs.

You got me?

Yes, ma 'am.

Good.

You should have told me about the
memoirs.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't sit on that box. That's important
stuff.

For what it's worth, I... Yeah, it's a
good idea, the memoirs, I guess.

Yeah, well, it don't matter now. It all
got burned up in the cabin.

How much did you write?

About 400 pages.

Hey, the winters aren't long in Idaho.

Somebody left an old beat -up typewriter
in the cabin. I thought I'd put it to

use.

Don't matter now. It all got burned up.
So, what do you think?

The plaid or the houndstooth?

Hey.

I'm going to need you to pull some stuff
for me.

You been pulling case reports for
Detective Crump?

That wouldn't be authorized, would it?

Neither is sleeping on the job.

Give me the same case report she sent to
Crum.

Today, Saunders.

Would the lady and gentleman

care to see the wine list?

I don't think so.

I'll have a glass of the house Chablis,
please.

And the gentleman will have a glass of
the house beer.

Yes, of course, sir.

And can we get some breadsticks or
something here?

I'll see what I can do.

Wait, wait, wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang
on here, buddy.

I would hate to see one of those
embarrassing moments where you have to

running after us down the street because
I forgot to leave a tip.

Sir.

Just drop the attitude.

I'm sure everybody can share and we'll
have a much more pleasant evening.

You got that, Garcon?

I'm looking for a guy named Crumb.

Still all for you, don't you think?

Cute. So you remember me, huh?

Oh, it's hard to forget someone who runs
into your bar wearing nothing but a

bath towel and a wielding firearm.

This is strictly business.

Is he here or not?

No, he's not.

He's on a date.

A date?

Hmm?

Chrome. Yeah.

What about Hobson?

He's in the office.

Thanks.

Try and keep your clothes on this time.
I heard that.

You can sit over here.

Blondie said Crumb's on a date.

Yeah.

Good. Gives us all hope.

Look, I may have a lead. I was going
through the files Crumb pulled for his

memoirs, and according to the log, one
is missing.

I thought you said they were all on
computer.

For some reason, it's not in the
computer, and the hard copy is missing.

What, do you think the file has
something to do with Crumb? You got any

ideas?

No, I don't.

Do you know if Crumb kept any of his
personal case notes?

It's very funny that you should ask that
question.

I can't believe Crump keeps all this
stuff.

Good detectives are pack rats.

Especially if there's a chance they wind
up in court on a case.

Bingo.

Sure?

Case number CTV28L.

Let's see.

It's a bank job.

Brief gunfight.

Both perpetrators captured. Both now
deceased.

2 .5 million stolen.

Only 1 million recovered.

Interesting.

There's still a million and a half
dollars loose on this case? Apparently.

Wait.

What's that?

What's that?

This wasn't Crump's case. He answered
the call because he was close and got

wounded in the shootout.

Who's wounded?

Just mine.

The primary detective was... Saunders.

Who's Saunders?

Cop in records marking his day till
retirement.

Wait, that...

It's not the guy who told you this file
was lost. Yeah, and he was the guy

pulling files for Crum in Idaho.

Saunders, you little weasel, what are
you up to?

You're not telling me that you think
that a cop is after Crum.

Well, let's add it up, Hobson.

We've got Crum writing memoirs. He
requests a file on a robbery which a

and a half dollars is still missing. The
cop who pulls the file for him happens

to be the same cop who investigated the
crime when it happened.

Funny coincidence.

But what's funnier is shortly after
requesting the file, Crum is suddenly

running for his life.

How old is this case?

It'll be seven years next month.

The statute of limitations on robbery is
seven years.

Suppose, just suppose, Saunders dipped
his hands in the cookie jar when he

busted those bank robbers. For seven
years, he's been sitting on a fortune.

Then, at the last minute, a retired cop,
a smart retired cop, with time on his

hands, suddenly requests a case file on
the robbery.

If I'm Saunders, I might start sweating.

And then he wouldn't know that Crum just
wants it for his memoir, so... He might

try to reopen the case.

So, what do you say? You don't know that
for sure. I mean, that's just

hypothetical. So, I'm going to shake the
tree and see what falls out.

You know, I don't think anything's going
to happen tonight.

Oh, yeah?

And how do you know that?

It's just a hunch I have. Yeah, well, I
got hunched to my own Hobson. I ain't

taking any chances.

Brigatti, I need you to pick up a cop.

No, that's right, a cop.

How is a cutthroat trout different from
a rainbow trout?

You don't really want me to keep talking
about fish, do you? Yes, I do.

You should see the way your eyes light
up when you describe fishing.

I do like it.

If you could afford to go fishing
anywhere in the world, where would you

Where I was.

Okay,

leave a car at his place. Anybody finds
him, you hold him for me personally.

Out. Copy.

Leave it here or leave it running. Yes,
ma 'am.

I'm looking for Crump. Are you?

Crump!

Listen, I'm really sorry. This better be
good.

Believe me, it is.

I'm waiting.

Think I know who tried to kill you.

And he just got away.

Put the canvas area out five blocks. If
he's hiding, we'll find him. Uh -huh.

You got it.

Kind of like it ended last time.

What?

You're a cop, Perth.

Nothing is ending yet. You got that?

Okay.

But as long as this guy is out there,
you'll be safer at home.

And I'm not a cop anymore.

I'm retired.

I would feel so much safer if you came
home with me.

I have to go downtown and do whatever I
can to nail this guy.

You don't sound retired.

This is just unfinished business.

I have to go.

I know.

Marion, be careful.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Coffee? Yeah, black.

You know, the beauty of this is the
insurance company paid the bank back

ago. No one's even looking for this
money.

Hey, Saunders didn't kill those two
robbers, did he?

Didn't have to.

One had cancer, the other got stabbed in
a prison riot.

We got him.

We'll wake somebody up. I want the full
FBI case report, and I want it now.

It looks like Saunders deleted as much
of this case from the files as he could

over the years.

Yeah, and he almost got away with it. No
wonder he tried to kill you, Crumb.

We're getting... We're on our way.

They found him.

Suicide.

I was afraid of this.

You all right, Crump?

Hey, it happens.

Guys cross the line, they don't see the
options.

Come on, why don't you run me and Hopson
back to his house?

What are you doing?

I'll get all this crap out of here
tomorrow.

What are you doing? Where are you going?

It's the middle of the night. I need
some time to myself.

You know, three days ago, I thought I
had it made. Now everything is just...

Hey, Crone.

Saunders. Is he a friend of yours?

No, I didn't know him that well.

What is it?

What?

I don't know. Whatever's bothering you.
What is it?

I got a lot of stuff I got to sort out.

Hey, Crumb.

You got friends here, you know.

I'll be back.

Detective?

Yeah?

You wanted the M .E.'s preliminary on
Saunders? What do you got?

Nick's on the suicide.

What? Angle of exit wound.

Lack of powder residue.

Saunders was shot from close range, but
by someone else.

Thanks.

I'm up already.

Knock it off. Would you have a short
night?

Oh, Marion.

What's wrong?

Where was it?

Where was what?

The money.

Money? From the robbery.

Two guys knock over a bank.

You're the manager, the one handing over
the bags.

A cop was just passing by. Me.

Busted in on the scene. Things get
pretty jumpy.

I take a bullet in the shoulder. A
bullet, by the way, was meant for you.

I go down, the bad guys run out, the
good guys arrive on the scene, cops,

medics, big commotion.

You manage to hide a chunk of money away
for yourself.

Then to cover up, you come on to me in
the hospital.

Nice act, huh?

Oh, that wasn't an act, Marion.

Right.

Marion, please. So where was the money,
Joanna?

I figured it couldn't have gone too far.

And a safe deposit box.

All this time it was in the bank.

Well, that makes sense.

You're the bank manager. You control the
keys.

Marion, listen to me. And Saunders does
his job.

He catches the bad guys. But funny
thing, they swear they don't have nearly

amount of money they're supposed to
have.

Saunders puts two and two together and
comes up with 1 .5 million.

Cuts himself in for a share of your
take.

There was nothing between me and
Saunders. I want you to know that. I'm

got the point when you shot him in the
head.

He panicked.

Marion, I never wanted to hurt you. Save
it, Joanne.

That'd be pretty hard to get to an
airport with all this.

Someone who knows about banks. Could
they drive to Houston or New Orleans?

Convert the money to T -notes and
cashier checks and bearer bonds along

And from there?

From there, Mexico.

So what now?

Come with me.

They say the fishing's great.

You know I can't do that. Why not?

I'm a cop.

Not anymore.

Some things don't change.

I am so sorry, Mary.

Wait! Robinson!

Don't shoot.

She's not going to shoot anybody.

Give me the gun, Joanne.

It's over.

Crumb!

Get out of there! She's going to shoot
you!

No, she's not.

Crumb, damn it! Get out of there! She's
going to shoot you!

Joanne Joanne I

was

so close

Goodbye, John.

She wouldn't shot me.

She couldn't have.

I was a cop.

A Chicago cop.

This is my story.

I was born and raised in Chicago.

And I'll probably die here, too.

But not today.

And early edition returns tomorrow at
midday. More murder mystery next on

Hallmark. Brian Dennehy is a tough
Chicago cop investigating the death of a

stripper only to unveil a secret
criminal ring.

Jack Reed, search for justice in just a
moment.