All language subtitles for Police Woman S01E10 Requiem for Bored Wives

The captain says you think it
could be blackmail or extortion.

Yeah, well, we don't have any
evidence yet but pepper said...

She's been withdrawing large
amounts of money from the bank

and she won't account for it.

Are you being blackmailed?

I met with him a few
times, went to his place.

And that's when he told
me about the pictures.

Horrible pictures.

Well, I don't have
any more money.

He's got a policewoman
onboard, I don't want any shooting.

[Explosion]

Man on radio: If that last
number didn't wake you up,

I just got a call from a chick,
at least I think it was a chick.

Either that or it's a
guy with a problem.

Anyway, this person
said to me that it's not true

that men are physically
superior to women.

The proof of that is the
fact that the greatest warriors

in the history of warfare
were women, the Amazons,

who defeated every army of
males they ever came up against

until they got pregnant.

Ha. Ha.

Larry hey, you know,
I just got an idea...

Very funny.

Larry if I were a criminal,
and which I am passing along

to any criminals who may
be listening, free of charge,

the next time you're
caught by a policeman,

and it happens to be a lady
cop, don't let them intimidate you.

Treat them as if
they were Amazons.

And act accordingly.

Any of you fellas out
there are listening,

like to give me a call

and let me know what
you think of my idea,

put you on the air as
soon as you call 555-4321.

Thanks.

By the way, if there are
any lady cops listening,

just give me a call and
I'll put you on the air, too.

- That's 555-4321.
-You...

You certainly will.

Women's lib.

But I love women
in their places,

or mine, whichever
happens to be handier.

[Laughs]

Yeah, just give
me a call right now.

Hey, I must have
gotten to somebody.

Larry Brooks, talk to me.

My name is Anderson.

Sergeant pepper Anderson.
I'm a police woman.

You're kidding me.
You're putting me...

A cop. You're putting me on.

I can't believe that a grown
man can really believe

the nonsense
you've been spouting.

Especially about police women.

And if you think it's funny,

I think you'd better
get a new joke book.

Come on, sergeant,
where's your sense of humor?

Look, I'm the first to admit

that women are not
only equal to men,

they're superior in many ways,

but coping with violent
criminals isn't one of them.

It certainly is.

How much time do I have?

You've got two minutes,
sergeant pepper.

Hey, hey, hey, sergeant
pepper, that's cute.

Not as cute as what
I'm gonna tell you.

Hey, you really told that
creep off last night. Good work.

Oh, no. Did you hear that?

Sure. I thought
you did just great.

I don't know what got into me.

-Hi, fellas.
-Hi, pep. Good work.

Wait, you mean
you heard it, too?

Who listens? But
we did hear about it.

Ah, well, I gotta admit, it
did give me a bit of pleasure,

telling off that creep.

Larry Brooks? Gee,
I'm sorry I missed it.

Here you go.

What's this?

Larry creep phoned in,
wants you to call him back.

You're kidding?

[Phone rings]

Speak to me.

This is sergeant Anderson,
Mr. Brooks, returning your call.

Still mad at me, huh?

How can you tell?
What do you want?

I'll tell you when I see you.

See me? Why?

Do you always carry your 45?

Thirty-eight, detective special.

Look, I wanna see you. How about
having lunch with me tomorrow?

1:00. Fouquet's at
the Marina. Ever been?

Uh.. Fouquet's?

No, I've never been there.

If you want to apologize,
apologize right now.

Alright, look, I apologize.

Say, I want you to be
a guest on my show.

I have said all I want to say.

Fouquet's.

Come on, pepper,
please. I wanna see ya.

They make a fantastic
peanut butter sandwich there.

Okay, Mr. Brooks, it's a date.

1:00 tomorrow. Great.

[Phone ringing]

Mr. Brooks has just
been fired. Can I help you?

His bank? Oh, he's
just been promoted.

Yeah, if you're
worried about that loan.

How are you, Mr. D'Angelo?

My wife's account?

Yeah, you' re right.

Yes, I would call
that substantial.

Oh, sure, sure, go
ahead and pay it.

Yeah, I'll straighten it out
when I get home tonight.

Yeah. Thanks for
calling, Mr. D'Angelo.

What are you doing?

Bank called me this afternoon.

They said you were
overdrawn and no wonder.

What are all these
500-dollar checks for?

What 500-dollar checks?

"Household expenses."

Well, then I guess that's what
they're for, household expenses.

What household expenses?

All kinds of things,
like groceries,

furniture, clothing, inflation.

Don't get funny.

Oh. I'm sorry, Larry. I forgot.

That's your department.

With everybody else but me.

Look, you've got charge
accounts and credit cards

to handle household expenses.

I wanna know what this
unaccountable $500 is for.

It's not just once.

It's every week, for the past
three months, right on the dot.

So what? You can afford it.

Ever since you've
been in the big money,

that's all you're
interested in, money.

This is the first interest
you've shown in me

in a couple of years.

And that's because I'm
spending too much money.

Look, I work damn
hard to make it.

I think I've got a right to
know where it's going out to.

What are these, gambling
debts? Are you horning coke?

Yes. Yes!

And anything else
you can think of.

Now are you satisfied?

Now that you know where
your rotten, filthy, stinkin',

precious money goes.

-Still mad?
-How could I be?

Thanks.

Look, I mean to keep this
a strictly business luncheon,

so I've gotta ask you again

now, look. I made a
fool of myself one time,

that was my one consecutive
appearance and that's it. Okay?

Okay. Okay.

Business aside, why don't
you take the afternoon off?

[Chuckles]

Come on. I've got a boat.
We can relax for an hour.

-Sorry.
-Sorry.

Then, how about having
a drink with me later on?

Now, the reason I accepted
your luncheon invitation,

was to show you that I'm
not always that obnoxious.

Besides, I don't get
involved with married men.

Very happily
married man. Really.

It's just when I meet
somebody, guy or gal,

who's on the up and up,
more than usual, I mean.

I want to spend some
more time with 'em.

Sorry.

-Well, more wine?
-Yes, please.

Speaking of marriage,
I've got this friend.

-Really got a problem.
-Hey, come on.

You're talking to a cop.

-Remember?
-Yeah, it's me.

Old happily married's
got a problem.

Yeah, it's a situation I
don't know how to handle.

My wife, and I do love
her very much, really,

but she's been withdrawing large
amounts of money from the bank

and she won't account for it.

I thought at first, she might
be covering gambling debts

or buying dope.

You know, but neither
of those things are her.

Well, you think a... a man?

It happens.

No way. She's still young.
She's very attractive.

She can get any guy she wants.

Without payin' him.

I know this is not a
cop thing but maybe...

That's okay.

Here I am dragging
you into this.

I don't mind.

Well, maybe if you could
suggest a private detective,

somebody that you respect.

Yeah, there's a Lou merritt.

-He's in the book.
-Okay. Thanks.

- Care for more wine?
- I've got to go back to work.

-Well, how'd it go?
-Oh, lunch.

- I'm sorry I'm a little late.
- That's alright. How'd it go?

It was fun. It was real nice.
It was even nicer than nice.

It was bittersweet
nice. He's a real guy.

Oh, he's not such a creep, huh?

Well, he's not as much of
a creep as I thought he was.

We started off with crisp
remoulade and white wine,

and it was really great.

Why don't you tell me
about it on the way?

-Where are we going?
-The morgue.

[Doorbell rings]

Kathy. Come on in.

-How 'bout a drink?
-No.

What's wrong? I still
mix 'em like you like.

I said it. No!

Now I know this isn't
Buckingham Palace,

but I kinda like to know when
someone's gonna drop by.

I have a friend comin'
in a few minutes.

Another lady friend you're
planning to blackmail?

Kathy, I don't mind telling you.

You're, well, you're
kind of special to me.

And I wouldn't mind seeing
you again... tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

So you can take more
disgusting pictures of us?

I want them destroyed.

I know what you're thinking:

She's here and she's
supposed to be giving me

another big fat envelope
filled with money.

Well, I don't have
anymore money.

And there isn't
going to be anymore.

I'm overdrawn at the bank
and my husband found out.

Did he find out why?

Oh, no.

But I'll have to account to him
from now on, for every penny.

Well, you'll think of something.

I have.

That would be
pretty dumb, Kathy.

But you're just
dumb enough to do it.

So, I don't think I'll call you.

- Where are you going?
- To get your pictures.

And the negatives,
out of that desk.

[Screams, gunshot]

Kathy?

Hi, Loretta. Mrs. Brooks up yet?

- I haven't heard her shower.
- Got any coffee?

Oh, you know, there's
always hot coffee

in this house, Mr. Brooks.

- How'd the lecture go?
- Oh, fine, fine. Just fine.

[Door opens]

Kathy?

Well, according to the autopsy
report, suicide is ruled out.

The deceased was right-handed and the entry
wound was on the left side of the head.

I'll tell you something,
somebody sure as hell

made it look like suicide,

because the
report indicated that

there were powder
burns at the entry wound.

-That's right.
-Anything else, frank?

Yeah. Shoeprints. We
found a few in the garden.

- They're not Brooks'?
- No, and not the gardner's.

Captain says you think it
could be blackmail or extortion.

Yeah, but we don't
have any evidence yet,

but pepper here has a
lead that may be valuable.

It could save us a lot of time.

Well, good luck.

-Thanks, Mike.
-Yeah.

Why don't you just go
pay your lunch date a visit?

- Nothing points to him.
- Go pay him a visit anyway.

[Sighs]

-Hi. -Hi.

Glad you stopped by here.

-Sorry about what happened.
-Yeah.

Have a seat. It's
in the bleacher's

-but it's the best we have.
-Thank you.

The station wanted
me to take some time off

but, what would I do, just sit
around wishing I were dead, too?

At least this way it keeps
my mind off it. For a while.

Oh, I'm here officially, Larry.

Coroner's report?

Yeah, I have to ask
you a few questions.

Yeah. "Death caused by
person or persons unknown."

I couldn't believe
it was suicide.

The medical examiner
put the time of death

at about midnight, Tuesday.
Where were you then?

I was up in belleville.

That's about a hundred
fifty miles north of here?

-Uh-huh.
-Doing what, Larry?

I was delivering a lecture
on radio broadcasting

-at state teacher's college.
-At midnight?

No, in the afternoon.

There was a reception
afterwards at Dr. Lindstrom's.

He's president of the
college. Dr. Eric lindstrom.

Afterwards, I was
too tired to drive back

so I checked into a motel.

I drove home the next
morning... and found Kathy.

What motel was that?

The only one up
there, the belleville.

Look, I'm gonna go over to the
campus and see what's happenin'.

- I'll pick you up later.
- Don't forget to write.

Just take care of
the business at hand.

Ahem. Hello.

We're filled up.

Too bad. You're cute.

Oh, thank you. Then
my mama was right.

You postgraduate?

Royster: Police academy.

Look, man, we're clean.

Yes, I know. Don't worry.
That's not why I'm here.

Oh, well. In that case,

if you want a room for a couple
of hours, I can arrange that.

Motel clerk: I'll
even give you a rate.

I'll bet you could. Do
you know Larry Brooks?

The d.J.? Sure. He was in
here last week. He's also cute.

-Tuesday night?
-Somebody told you.

You definitely remember
seeing him here that night?

Yeah, I saw him go
to his room, alone.

He said all he wanted
to do was sleep.

-What time was that?
-Oh, early 9:00.

When was the next
time you saw him?

When he left in the morning.

Did he receive any calls
during the night or make any?

-No.
-Royster: I mean, are you sure?

Could he have gotten
up during the night

and split without
you knowing it?

Why would he do that?

Sure, I could have driven
back between 9 and midnight,

murdered Kathy and
still had plenty of time

to drive back to the motel,
and check out in the morning

with a perfect alibi.

But why?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

I need a cup of
coffee. Anybody else?

-Black.
-No, thanks.

Look, sergeant, I loved my wife.

And I know I have no way of
proving that, but I really did.

People kill people
every day, Mr. Brooks.

People who love the people
they kill. Isn't that strange?

Larry, did you ever find out

why your wife wrote
all those checks?

No. No, I never
got around to it.

Do you have any idea who
might have wanted to kill her?

Nope.

Was she involved
with another man?

That's hard to believe.

If there was another man,

do you have any idea at
all who it might have been?

-No. -I have to ask you this.

Were you or are you involved
with another woman or women?

No.

But you took me out to lunch

and asked me to have
a drink with you later.

Yeah, that was a guy
who was teed off at his wife.

I was feeling sorry for myself.

I just wanted to be with
somebody, for a while.

That's all.

And the fact of the
matter is, sergeant,

Kathy and I hadn't been
getting on too well lately.

I was spending a lot of time
at work, we were growing apart.

Yeah, it was my fault
but that's the way it was.

The gals that she shops
with, lunches with, golfs with,

they saw more of her than
I did in the last year or so.

Hmmm, nice place.

Are you ready for
some girl talk, sergeant?

Yes. That's why I'm here.

We have a table over here.

First of all, this place helps
to relieve the monotony,

if you know what I mean.
You can see that monotony?

No. What monotony?

Well, the kind of monotony of
being a wife, of a very vp type.

-Drink?
-No, thank you.

-William, the usual.
-Me, too.

Could I have a glass of water?

He's never around
when you need him.

With mine, change that
to never around, period.

-Are you married?
-Oh, no, I'm not married.

And you work. I've thought
of taking a job, anything.

But my husband would
have a fit. Image and all that.

So I spend most of my
time making sure that

the freezer's full up,

and the maid knows
what to prepare for dinner.

Shopping, well, you know,
how much can a girl shop?

So, we come here to
UN-bore, you could say.

Believe me, some of the jocks
around here aren't half bad.

[Giggles]

Yes, so I noticed.

However, I came to
talk about Kathy Brooks.

Oh, Kathy.

Well, in a nutshell,
some of us play around.

But Kathy didn't. A round of
golf was more like it for her.

She wasn't involved with anyone?

Kathy? No.

I would have said so, too,
up until about a week ago.

What happened about a week ago?

Well, now, I don't know if
this will mean anything to you,

but I was at her house when
she received this phone call

from someone she
addressed as "Dennis".

Betty: Well, she cut it short,
saying that she couldn't talk

and that she'd
call him back later.

When she hung up, I
was my usual nosey self

and I asked her,
"hey, who's Dennis?"

What did she say?

She said it was somebody
from the radio station

calling for her husband.

No. No, no, no, no. Dennis?
No Dennis works here.

And your wife? She never
mentioned anyone with that name?

My wife's cousin, Dennis farrow.

He's with the state
department in Italy,

-with his wife and kids.
-He's there now?

We got a letter from
him the other day,

he's on his way to Switzerland
for a couple of weeks.

Mm-hm.

-Pepper?
-Yeah?

Thanks.

Stand over there
where the sergeant can

take a good look at you.

[Door closes]

Who's that, Joe?

Tommy Thompson.

Burglar. And a damn
lousy one at that.

Broke into the house next door
to the disc jockey's last night.

-Brooks?
-Brooks.

But the people came
home and surprised him

so he broke a vase
over the owner's head.

But the owner had a thick skull

and his I.D. Was
enough to identify our pal.

What am I doing
down here in homicide?

- I didn't kill him.
- No, you didn't kill him.

But I'm quite sure the sergeant
here will be very interested

in what you were
doing next door.

Next door? I didn't
do nothin' next door.

He didn't do nothin' next door.

But leave the shoeprints
that we found last night.

Identical to the shoes
he's wearin' right now.

Wanna tell us about that, Tommy?

-My shoes?
-Wanna tell us about that?

I was never in there.

Well, how come your shoeprints
were found outside the window?

- Okay, one night, uh...
- what night was that?

Monday or Tuesday...

What was it, Monday or Tuesday?

- I think it was Tuesday.
- You think it was Tuesday.

I was climin' in the window

and somebody drove
up and scared me off.

Oh, yeah? Drove
up in what, a car?

-Yeah, a car.
-What kind of a car was it?

I don't know what kind of car.

-It was late.
-How late was it?

-I think about 12:00.
-About twelve?

- Yeah. And then someone got out.
- Was it a man?

-Huh? A woman?
-I didn't stick around,

I didn't stick around,
man. I just split.

Wait a minute. You got
frightened off by a car

which you can't even describe?

When somebody got out, you
don't know whether it was a woman,

a man, one person
or two people or three?

- Would you believe this?
- Hell, no. I don't believe it.

- I don't believe it either.
- Well, it's the truth.

I know you want me
to tell a lie and say

I went into that house
to kill that woman.

What woman? I didn't say
anything about no woman.

I didn't say anything about
no woman. What woman, man?

How did you know there
was a woman killed, Tommy?

It was in the paper
and on the TV.

Was it?

Wasn't it?

Was it? I didn't think
it was on the TV.

Huh, Tommy? Huh?

I don't know. I might
have. I don't know.

I drink too much and
sometimes I get these blackouts

and when I wake up, I...

I don't remember nothing.

[Car horn honks]

- You lookin' for work?
- Oh, no. I... I have a job.

- I'm a police officer.
- And I've got a license, so?

-Are you Tina Thompson?
-Yes.

I need some information
about your husband.

Oh, that bum.

Greetings, Mr. G. Haven't
seen you for a couple of days.

Dinah available, Tina?

No. She's kinda tied
up right now, Mr. G.

But what about
Patty? You'd like her.

She's got fingers like
feathers. But firm, you know?

-She available?
-No, she's not.

Okay, let's give Patty a try.

You won't be sorry that you did.

-She's in tent number four.
-Thank you.

Tent number four.

Business.

About your husband.
You know he's in custody.

What's it for this time?

Burglary, assault,
suspicion of murder.

Murder. So he
finally hit the jackpot.

I always knew he would. I
just thought it would be me.

You mean, he's
tried to kill you?

Like clockwork. Cuckoo clock.

He says he gets blackouts.

Blackouts, d.T.'S, you
name it. He's a wino.

One whiff of the grape and
he's liable to do anything.

Well, Mrs. Thompson,
can you possibly remember

what time he came
home last Tuesday night?

Last Tuesday night? I haven't
seen that bum in a month,

since he broke
open my piggy bank.

[Phone rings]

Excuse me.

Ali's paradise where
every man is a sultan.

Who?

No, there's no pepper
Anderson working here,

-not under that name.
-That's me.

-Oh. -Thank you.

-Hello. Larry: Pepper? Larry.

I called your office
and when I told them

it was kind of important, they
gave me this number to call.

I'm at home right
now and I was going

through some of Kathy's things,

and I came across a piece
of paper with initials on it,

"d.g."

And a telephone number.

- "D.g." Dennis.
-Maybe.

I was gonna call the number
myself and find out who it was,

but then I figured I'd
let you people handle it.

Okay, Larry. Thank you. Bye-bye.

You know, darling, if you
ever want to give up that badge,

for a little more
interesting work...

[Laughs]

Thank you.

I'll remember that.
Thank you very much.

What a waste.

[Phone rings]

Morning, pep. Two things.

First, Tommy Thompson
withdrew his "confession" at 4 A.M.

He says his memory just came
back to him and he didn't do it.

You believe him?

I won't believe
anything until I have to.

The other thing is that phone
number Brooks gave you.

We checked it out. That's
the address right there.

- How do you feel?
- Great. What made you ask?

- The Marina?
- Oh, we ran a quick make on him.

He's a management consultant

doing business out
of the Marina address,

which is also his residence,

and which is also where
he keeps a big boat,

on which he does a lot of
entertaining, mostly female.

- Has he got a record?
- Oh, a few traffic violations.

In fact, he's a guy
with nothing on him,

except, apparently enough
bread to swing like a king.

Is there any law against that?

Depends on how he gets it.

For now, what I'd like to know

is how and why Kathy
Brooks had his phone number.

Did you say something
about Brooks having a boat?

Aren't you ever
gonna drink that?

No, I just like
to watch it fizz.

-Yes, sir.
-Okay.

-Get my power line, will ya?
-Yeah, sure.

All aboard. Here we go.

Give me a little shove
off now, will you, buddy?

-Okay.
-Alright.

-Thanks very much.
-Yes, sir.

-Have a nice day.
-I will. You, too.

Go get him, tiger.

Pepper: Bye-bye.

[Motorboat approaching]

-What's the trouble?
-Oh, hi.

I don't know. It just went
dead all of a sudden.

I can't get it started.

I'll come aboard
and see if I can fix it.

Oh, gee. Fantastic.

Now, don't look so worried.
Whatever it is, I can fix it.

But it looks so complicated,
all those nuts and bolts.

-Dennis Graham.
-Eve Marshall.

-Miss or ms?
-Mrs.

Figures.

Look, maybe I'd better give
you a tow in to the service station.

- Sorry 'bout this.
- Well, it's not your fault.

But, boy, is my husband
gonna love me tonight.

Graham: Say, my pad's
right here at the Marina,

so while they're
working on hers,

come on up and
have a nice, cool drink.

I happen to make
'em pretty good.

You got fresh lime?

[Humming]

-Good.
-Mm-hm.

-Whew, that's good.
-Good for you, too.

Helps drive away the blues.

Oh, that's great, except...

-I'm not feeling blue.
-Oh, now.

Come on.

If that boat of yours
doesn't get fixed fast,

you're not really gonna
enjoy telling your husband

- about it tonight, are you?
- Oh, my husband...

Is very understanding.

Now say that
again and this time,

look at my face when you say it.

He's okay.

Anyway, I don't want
to talk about him.

Why not, Eve?

Well, because we have our
troubles like everybody else

and... he has a bad heart,
that makes me feel guilty.

Okay? So let's
not talk about him.

His bad heart,

how does that effect your
marriage, other than that?

That is a very
personal question.

Graham: Ah, but
does it get an answer?

Why don't we talk about you?

Ah, my favorite subject.

Aside from being modest,
what are your other qualities?

I make a good drink.

And I guess you could
say I enjoy my work.

I'm a management
consultant, among other things.

-Meaning?
-I'm also a connoisseur.

Of good wine and
beautiful women.

And since I've just
stocked my cellar.

-What's up there?
-My bedroom.

You, uh, you want to see it?

I'll give you the grand
tour of my palazzo here.

I'll just get us
another one of these.

[Phone rings]

Will you get that for me, Eve?

Hello?

Is this Dennis
Graham's apartment?

Yes, it is.

Oh, is he there?

Will you tell him
it's Mrs. Mcclung?

Pssst.

It's a Mrs. Mcclung.

Not to worry. It's
just the landlady.

Hello, Linda. Listen,
I can't talk just now.

Because I have
someone here, I'm busy.

Bore.

[Phone rings]

-Hello?
-Mr. Graham?

This is bill Jensen,
down at the dock.

I'm the new fella
working down here.

Yeah, we just caught
somebody on your boat.

I don't know what
that means, but...

Maybe you'd better come
down and check it out.

Breaking into my boat?

Emergency?

Yeah, it is. It is. Somebody's
breaking into my boat.

But I'll be right back.

What do you mean, he got away?

Well, I was just about to
call the police, Mr. Graham.

He just got away
from me, that's all.

-Well, who was he?
-I don't know.

- What'd he look like?
- Just an ordinary lookin' guy.

Nothing special.

I tell you somethin', I think

you'd better check
your boat out.

Just to see if he did any
damage or took anything.

You know what I mean?

-Yeah, alright.
-I'm sorry, Mr. Graham.

Yeah, that's
alright. It's alright.

Pepper: Dennis?

-Yeah?
-Dennis, I just called home.

There's an emergency.
I've got to get back.

-But...
-I took down your number.

I'll phone ya. I mean that.

Okay.

- Did you get anything?
- He's a charmer, that old fox.

Thank you. Hello.

Mrs. Mcclung, I'm
sergeant crowley,

-this is sergeant Anderson.
-How do you do.

-Won't you sit down?
-Thank you.

Linda: Now, what's
this all about?

Maybe about you, or rather,
you and Dennis Graham.

I don't know
anyone by that name.

-Same voice?
-I think so.

What are you talking
about? What is this?

I was at his apartment
yesterday when you phoned.

"Is this Dennis Graham's
apartment? Is he there?

Will you tell him
it's Mrs. Mcclung?"

Do you want to tell us
about the two of you, ma'am?

I said I don't know
what you're talking about.

Let me explain something
to you, Mrs. Mcclung.

There was another lady.
Maybe you read about her

in the papers.

Her name was Kathy
Brooks. She's dead.

Somebody killed her.

Now, we think somebody
was blackmailing her

and, for some
reason, murdered her.

-Dennis?
-Maybe. Is he blackmailing you?

Is he blackmailing
you, Mrs. Mcclung?

We know that you're married
and that you have a husband.

Oh, god!

We've had our bad moments,
but they're gone. Honest.

I didn't know how much I
loved him until this happened

and he loves me.

-And if he ever finds...
-believe me.

We will do everything we can
to keep him from finding out.

Now, we know, courage
is an easy word to say,

but not always so
easy to come by.

But, for your sake, and
for the sake of who knows

how many other women,
won't you please tell us.

Are you being blackmailed?

[Sighs]

I met with him a few
times, went to his place.

And that's when he
told me about the camera

he has in his bedroom.

And he showed me the
pictures, horrible pictures.

When are you supposed
to see him again?

As soon as I have the
money for the next payment.

Do you want to call him
now and arrange it? Please.

Well, that's not it.

If he really killed that
woman and I make a slip,

what if he tries to
do something to me?

We'll be there.

You know, it's funny,
but if this works out,

I'm going to feel a lot
better about everything.

Pigeon approaching Coop.

[Knock at the door]

It's open.

Hello, Linda.

You're early.

Maybe I couldn't
wait to give you this.

There's no rush.
How about a drink?

Alright. A glass of wine.

Claret, Oui?

Yes, if you have it.

For you, I have it.

Very nice, too.

Here it is.

Another payment for my sins.

Hey, it wasn't all
that bad, was it?

Take it, Dennis.
You want it don't you?

Linda, come on. There's no rush.

Take your hands off me.

In that case, I'll
take your money.

Police officers, Graham.

What's this all about? Eve!

I'm a police officer.

Crowley: You're under
arrest for extortion

and suspicion of murder.

And the last time you saw
her was Tuesday afternoon?

-Yes.
-Afternoon?

Yes!

Thanks, Walt.

Yeah. Then what happened?

So, I asked her if
she'd like a drink.

She said no. So I said, "okay."

I had this date comin'
by in a little while.

Yeah, go ahead.

And then she took out this gun.

And I grabbed a hold of
her and the gun went off.

The bullet must have gone out
the door to the balcony because

later on I looked
around on all the walls

and I couldn't find any hole.

Yeah, go ahead.

What happened then?

Then I...

I slapped her.

[Phone rings]

-Hello? Larry: Pepper? Larry.

-Hi, Larry.
-I just heard. You got him.

Well, we think so.

Thank god.

You know, pepper, when this
whole mess is really over with,

I'd love to see you again.

If that's alright with you.

Well, sometime, Larry. Sure.

-You name it.
-Well, I don't know.

Why don't you phone
me and we'll see.

[Doorbell chimes]

There's someone at the
door. I'm expecting guests.

Bye, Larry.

How'd it go with Graham?

He shows truthful, damn it.

Well, you know, in a
way, I'm not surprised.

Oh really? Is this your
woman's intuition again?

No.

You're not out of
scotch, are you?

No, it's behind the bourbon.

Well, that brings us
back to your friend.

Yeah, Larry Brooks.

You know, the more
I think about it, honey,

the more I think he
could have been the guy

in the car the other night.

-Scared Thompson off.
-Hm.

-You don't agree?
-No.

It's something
Linda mcclung said

when she was looking for
Graham's phone number.

Remember, she
opened her address book

and said, "no, that's not it."

Then she got it off
a piece of paper.

-Yeah?
-Just a hunch.

Your woman's intuition again?

Don't knock it.

You do play the
percentages, don't you?

Do you know a better way?

-Who're you calling?
-Linda mcclung

and, then maybe, Mr. Brooks.

He just asked me for a date.

We'll order later on, raoul.

Comme voulez, monsieur Brooks.

If I knew how to
say it in French,

I'd tell you how glad I am
you changed your mind.

[Chuckles]

-I'm a woman.
-So I've noticed.

A toast to the
police department.

I told you, we try our best.

Well, the lead I gave you
really paid off, didn't it?

-Lead?
-Graham's phone number.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, it did pay off.

Where' you find it, Larry?

In Kathy's things.

I was going through
one of her old purses

and it was shoved in behind
some charge accounts.

- Didn't I tell you that?
- I guess I never asked.

Shows how careless cops

-can be sometimes.
-What do you mean?

Well, homicide
usually goes over things

very carefully, like purses.

Very thoroughly.

Yeah, but this is
one they missed.

Yeah, they sure did.

Explain something to me, Larry.

-Uh-huh.
-My partners and I...

We did some
checking with a woman.

Another victim of Graham's.
And with the phone company.

What we found out was,
the number you gave us.

Graham's number.

That was a new number.

It was changed two days
after your wife's murder.

You got that number
from information.

And you knew
about the blackmail.

You wanted us to know
that Graham had a motive.

-But Graham didn't kill her.
-You did.

Just leave it there.

Don't try anything.
I have friends.

There's a Mike in there,
too. They heard everything.

Okay.

Your friends know
where I have this aimed.

Why did you kill her?

She was a bum. A slut.

She did things
with him everything.

How did you find that out?

I was trying to call her
all day from belleville.

She wasn't in so I decided to
come down and check it out.

As I got to the
house, she arrived.

I asked her about it. She
confessed the whole thing.

She got hysterical.

She told me she had
gone to see him to kill him.

She showed me the gun.

But instead of killing
him, they made love.

I went crazy.

I didn't mean to.
God, I didn't mean to.

Get up. Get up.

Don't.

Get out.

She gets it!

Remember, he's got a
police woman aboard.

I don't want any shooting.

[Siren wailing]

[Explosion]

Thanks, guys.

-You okay?
-Oh, I'm freezing.

Yeah, I'll get you
a hot buttered rum.

Oh, good. Anything that's hot.

-I look a mess.
-You look great to me.

Cuttin' it pretty
close, weren't you?

-Out there?
-No, in the restaurant.

Cuttin' it pretty close.

Yeah, that's the last time
I'll play percentages, bill.

'Til the next time, pepper.

'Til the next time.