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This whole thing's been bothering you

for at least a week or so, hasn't it?

It's probably nothing.

Sure the hazmat detective will clear everything up for me

in the morning.

Look out!

Hey pal, you just went through a stop sign.

Let me see your license.

No!

Oh, no...

I know, I know, by all rights,

the man probably deserves to be dead.

But, the thing is,

Chief Ironside has always been a man

who craves danger and excitement.

And well folks, I'm not just talking about the job here.

For instance, this one you're not gonna believe,

but just the other day down on Ghirardelli,

I saw the chief playing chair chicken with a cable car.

Can you believe it?

Having a good time, Chief?

Time of my life.

Let's talk about the man for a minute, if we can.

In his 40 years of service

with the San Francisco Police Department,

Robert T. Ironside has been honored three times

with the Medal of Valor.

He's also a quadruple recipient

of the Distinguished Service Award.

And add to that the fact that St. Catherine's Hospital

has actually named their children's wing after him.

Well, there's probably a hundred more accolades

I could give the chief, but knowing his contempt for praise,

let's just say that he's touched all our lives

in one way or another and well,

we're gonna miss the hell out of him.

Speech! Speech!

Speech! Speech!

- Speech. - Speech!

Speech, Robert, speech!

They're not going to let you get away from here

without one, Robert.

Most of the battles I've won, I've won mainly

due to the people who have tolerated me all these years.

We should be throwing this party for them.

Fran Belding,

Eve Whitfield, and her lovely daughter, Suzanne.

Mark Sanger and Ed Brown.

My students, my teachers, and my friends.

Most of all, the one who comes first in all my life,

the woman I adore, my wife, Katherine.

Uh-- That's it.

Now, let's cut the damn cake so we can all go home.

Not-- Wait, not so fast.

Not so fast, Chief. Just a second.

Uh, we have a little parting gift for ya.

Man [in audience]: That's nice.

I um...

know the cost of one of these,

and the thought which went into buying it.

But, 26 years ago, the sisters at St. Catherine's

gave me the chair I'm sitting in.

It's old, has a dent or two,

but they just don't make them like this one anymore.

Quite frankly, we're not ready to give each other up.

So, with your permission,

I'd like to donate this chair to St. Catherine's

where it is much needed

and will be very much appreciated.

Gino thinks the French oak barrels would be the best.

Well, Gino's probably right.

Except we want both French and American oak.

You know, you can nuzzle every grape in the vineyard

just like that, but they still won't ripen any faster.

Oh, I don't know.

Why don't we go home and enjoy your retirement?

Well, well, well.

Hello, Chief.

We missed you at the party, Ed.

Same here, Katherine.

What brings you all the way up here?

We uh, need some advice from a wine expert, that's all.

Well, we were just on our way to the ranch.

Would you like to follow us?

No, that's okay, sweetheart.

This will be very brief.

Uh, Chief, Katherine, this is Commissioner Fisette,

Denver PD, and Joe McManus, our chief of detectives.

Pleasure.

We uh, tried to call you first, Chief Ironside.

Your phone must not be working.

It's working.

So am I. Running a vineyard.

Ed told me about your situation.

I sympathize, but decline.

Fisette, I told you this was not a good idea.

Mr. Ironside, good luck with your grapes, sir.

Ma'am. I'll be outside.

I'm sorry.

Mack hasn't taken the former chief's death very well.

You'd be a special commissioner on an interim basis only.

We want you to examine the department

and give us an outsider's viewpoint

as to who the new chief should be.

I'm retired, Commissioner.

Well, we wouldn't wanna take you away from that.

Now this is very temporary.

The city council has given us a mandate to bring in someone

who's objective, someone with experience.

And someone who's available. I'm not.

Could you uh, give us a minute alone Commissioner, please?

Yeah, sure.

You always said you'd retire when the job was done.

It is done.

In San Francisco.

Only a fool thinks he can save the world, Ed.

Nobody's asking you to do that.

I have a serious problem.

Okay, my friend, you can solve it.

They made you deputy chief for good reason.

I haven't perfected the ESP you have on certain things.

All right?

Something's not right there.

And I need help.

The harvest is a long ways off, Robert.

You'll be home way before Halloween, Chief.

I guarantee, no pumpkins.

Jerry, come in here.

Where are those damn reports?

Right here, sir.

Uh, can I get you some coffee or anything?

If I wanted coffee, I'd hire a waitress.

This photocopy's pathetic.

I'll recopy it, sir.

And take away this damn pumpkin.

It's decomposing all over my desk.

Yes, sir.

Hasn't anyone bothered to look at a calendar?

Morning, Chief.

Who says?

I didn't say, "good morning," I just said "morning."

I know what you said, but the day is half gone.

Where's that fax I was supposed to get from Planning?

I'll check on it right away.

Suzanne.

Yes, Chief?

Just for a moment there you reminded me of your mother.

I'm glad you could join me here in Denver.

Sarge?

Later.

Hey, good lookin'.

I missed you last night.

Tell me. These late nights are murder.

Well, tonight I'm making something special for dinner.

Royal poached salmon, dill sauce,

and then for dessert I thought that we...

Oh, not again.

I was just on my way down to tell you.

This guy's ready to spill.

He's been ready for weeks.

I know, but if I don't show, my cover's toast.

I can't blow this bust, sweetheart.

But I'll make it up to you, scout's honor.

You already have.

I gotta run.

Okay.

I love you.

You're late.

Sorry, Chief, we were held up at IA.

Uh, tomorrow the commissioner

will be covering city matters first,

then go over your proposal

regarding departmental reorganization.

You can relax, gentlemen.

My recommendations don't include

selecting the new chief just yet.

Why is that, Mr. Ironside?

I believe in making decisions which are fully informed.

I see Regency Meadows development is included

under city matters.

How's that coming along?

No snags at all.

Consensus is, Regency's the best thing to hit Denver

in a decade.

Jobs for 2,000 people, low-rent housing to match.

It's hard to find a downside to that

in this kind of economy.

What do you think, Mack?

Well, I think those reports speak for themselves.

What I'm asking for is your personal opinion.

Well, I'm sure it's a very fine project,

but uh, frankly this new policy of having police

check for hazardous material is ridiculous.

I'm a cop, not a health inspector.

At the moment, I'd rather have my guys

investigating a murder

instead of checking for soil contamination.

Chief Bell's murder?

No. As far as I'm concerned, that case is closed.

Mack and I have a difference of opinion.

He thinks it was a random attack.

Because every bit of evidence leads to that conclusion.

If someone wanted the chief dead,

they would've just whacked him.

Why do a fender bender and have the wife

- as a potential witness? - To throw off suspicion

- is what I say. - I don't buy that.

I don't buy either one of your theories.

No evidence.

The Chief's right, we have to put aside--

Come on, Brown, will you cut it?

Excuse me?

Chief this, and chief that.

This isn't San Francisco, all right?

No way is he the chief here, and neither are you.

You're way outta line.

I don't think so.

Bring in Ironside and sway the vote your way.

Your agenda is crystal clear,

- old buddy. - That's bull--

McManus, your beef is with me.

Look, Bell was a friend of mine.

Nobody wants to nail the creep who pumped him more than me.

Okay?

Excuse me.

Are you having an affair, Mike?

Sweetheart, you're the woman I wanna marry.

Are you?

No.

Absolutely unequivocally, no.

Because if you were, I think I'd kill myself.

I love you more than anything.

Honey,

I gotta be up in three hours.

This is all gonna be over soon, I promise you.

Jerry.

How did the meeting go, sir?

How do you think it went, Jerry?

A total waste of time.

Mm-hmm.

Sir.

Well, spit it out.

Uh, it's Suzanne.

Something's bugging her.

Now, how exactly did you reach that conclusion?

Well, just look at her eyes.

They look like they've been double bagged.

Your eyes look like they've been double bagged,

young lady.

Yeah.

I have an assignment for you.

What about the filing?

Well, this is more important.

Thank you.

I like walking here.

You have a tough case,

you can sometimes begin to understand it.

Does this have to do with any case in particular?

Yours.

I really don't wanna talk about it.

Does it involve the academy?

Oh no, nothing like that.

I know you went out on a limb to get me this job.

And, what happened at the academy with the alcohol,

I would never let that happen again.

Then there's only one thing left.

He's been working late.

I'm [sighs], I'm overreacting.

I could check into it.

Thanks, but, I have to work this one out myself.

You know what I mean?

Yes. Yes, I do.

So she cuffs the guy, right?

Then she tosses him in the back with all the strays,

cats, dogs, the works.

What is this?

I knew it was you.

What are you talking about?

Shut up, Judy, just shut up.

That blouse cost me seventy-five bucks, Dwyer.

If you go near Mike again, then it's gonna cost you

a lot more than that.

You're crazy.

You bet I am.

You pick a fight with me, I guarantee you'll lose.

- Woman 1: Oh my, God. - Woman 2: Back off.

Hey, hey.

Woman 2: Cool it!

All right. Let her go, let her go.

Come on.

Gentlemen.

Since when are the women's lockers open to public view?

Sorry, sir, sounds like a fight.

Come on, you guys.

Cool it.

Hey!

If I find out you and Mike have been together again,

I swear to God, I'll kill you both.

That's enough.

My office, Dwyer, now.

I guess I lost control, huh?

Good cops don't.

Well, that's a laugh.

I never even made it to parking control.

I'm only concerned with potential,

and you have more than anybody here.

Thanks. I needed that.

Suzanne, I don't give advice on personal matters

unless I'm asked.

Robert,

if I did ask you,

what would you say?

I've known people like Mike,

and I'd say they generally don't change.

But I can change him.

I love him.

And I know he loves me.

Mike Quinn's here.

What should I tell him?

Send him in.

Scout's honor, huh, Mike?

I'm an idiot, a complete ass.

You're right.

So why'd you do it?

And why her?

You hate cigarettes.

You hate cheap perfume. I just don't get it.

Neither do I.

That really isn't good enough.

Look, I know this much.

I don't love her.

She came on to me and...

Suzanne, you and I only met a short time ago.

Maybe I was afraid of marriage or something. I don't know.

But I'm not now.

I love you.

Give me another chance.

I swear, I'll end this thing tonight.

Man 1: I got it, I got it.

Man 2: All right.

Bring the ladder too.

Bring the ladder around.

Pull down on the back side, guys.

- Wet it down-- - Over here.

Okay boys, do your thing.

Every inch of it, gentlemen.

Dr. Billman, when you get the bodies back to the morgue,

I'd appreciate you giving 'em your deluxe autopsy.

Do that for me?

Whatever you say, Mack.

Thank you, sir.

Two dead, bodies burned up pretty good.

IDs?

Won't be difficult to figure out.

It was Judy Bernardo's place.

And that's Mike Quinn's Corvette.

Heads up, comin' through.

Jewelry on the body backs that up.

Looks like the two of them were goin' at it hot and heavy

when her house did the same.

Arson?

Don't know yet. CSI guys just went in.

I take it Suzanne doesn't know.

You tell me.

Chief.

Come in.

I know I, I look terrible.

Jerry said you called in sick.

Yeah, it's the flu or something.

Can I get you some coffee?

Something's wrong.

Come here.

It's Mike.

He's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Mike and Judy Bernardo were killed in a fire

early this morning.

Ironside.

It's Ed. I'm at the morgue.

I think you better get over here.

I'll be right there.

Came from Mike's skull.

Found this one inside of the lady.

These are nine mills.

Could be anything from an H&K to Sig Sauer.

Or a Beretta police special.

I'll stay as long as you need me, honey.

Fran's handling everything.

Thanks, Mom.

Wait here.

Hello, Eve.

So good to see you, Ed.

I thought you'd be in Sonoma by now, Chief.

Me too.

Where were you the night of the murders, Suzanne?

Murders?

Mike Quinn and Judy Bernardo were shot first.

Her apartment was set on fire to conceal evidence.

Where were you that night?

What, do I need a damn alibi or something?

Damn right.

You're not serious.

We need an answer, Suzanne.

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

Look, Eve, sooner or later McManus and everybody else

is gonna be crawling all over her asking the same things.

We have to start thinking defensively.

Well, I was home alone,

just like every other night.

That's no alibi.

It's the truth.

What exactly were you doing?

Well, sleeping, mostly.

Before that.

I rented a movie.

- What movie? - Stop this.

What movie, Suzanne?

"Moonstruck," okay, I,

I just wanted to see a movie with a happy ending.

Well, she did rent the movie.

The bad news is she returned it 24 hours before the murders.

She couldn't have watched it that night.

Maybe she's getting the nights confused.

The lady has a right to be upset.

Ballistics?

Yeah, you were right, it was a Beretta.

Ed, name all the detectives you know who go to bed

without their handguns nearby.

Nobody I know.

Mike Quinn's gun wasn't recovered in the fire.

Any of his slugs on file?

You bet.

I keep ballistic samples on every badge in the PD.

Very impressive.

Well, I had a good teacher.

I'd like to know if Mike's bullets matched the evidence.

Why?

Most killers would have gone there with their own weapon.

Yeah, unless of course the killer didn't plan the crime

in advance, such as an upset fiancé.

Chief, she's Eve's daughter.

We both know she didn't do this.

Then let's prove it.

Yes, correct, Dr. Billman.

From this point on, everything comes to my desk first.

- Have I-- - Mack!

Have I made that plain enough, sir?

Yes, I got it.

Thank you.

Sorry, Mack, I just got your message. What's up?

Ha. Oh, that's funny.

You asking me what's up.

You've lost me.

You're intentionally keeping me outside

on this double murder, Brown.

Don't deny it.

That's ridiculous. You've gotten everything I have.

Wrong. What little I do get comes with delayed reaction.

And why is that?

Because we both know you're pussy footing around this case

for personal reasons.

The hell I am.

I'm just not trying to steamroll it like you.

I don't play politics, McManus. I just do my job.

Everybody and his cousin heard her

threaten to wax them, Brown.

Does Dwyer have an alibi or what?

We're confirming it.

Sure you are.

I find out you've been withholding evidence,

and your career is history, pal.

Trust me on that.

What's going on?

We have a search warrant, Eve.

Excuse me.

Well, you could have at least waited

till I cleaned up the place a bit.

- All right, Bobby, we'll take-- - The bathroom's a disaster.

Was this McManus' idea?

No, mine.

Why would you put her through this?

Mike's gun was used in the murders.

And you think it's here?

It's all right, Mom. I have nothing to hide.

Then why have you been lying?

I haven't been.

Ed.

That came from the mud outside Judy's bedroom window.

This is a cast of a size six cross trainer.

Don't say another word without a lawyer.

I didn't kill them. I swear it.

I was here all night, I really was.

Excuse me. Found underneath the mattress.

Two rounds missing.

Suzanne Dwyer,

you're under arrest for the murders

of Mike Quinn and Judy Bernardo.

At this time, the people wish to formally charge

Suzanne Marie Dwyer with two counts of first degree murder.

How does the defendant plead?

Defense Counsel: Not guilty, Your Honor.

Does counsel wish to present material

regarding bail determination?

Defense Counsel: We do, Your Honor.

Approach the bench.

- How you doin'? - Hi.

It's good you came, Mark.

- Hi. - Fran.

I had to come.

I'll hear the DA's argument now.

This was a vicious, premeditated murder, Your Honor.

With a calculated effort to conceal evidence.

In that light, we ask that the defendant

be held without bail.

Your Honor, the evidence is entirely circumstantial.

My client has no prior record.

And as you can see by those documents,

Special Commissioner Ironside has personally

guaranteed her presence in court.

You're referring to the vineyard property in Sonoma?

Defense Counsel: That's correct.

He and his wife have offered his title as bail collateral.

If you've something to say, say it.

Otherwise, get on with it.

Robert, all of those things

- I said-- - Don't, Eve.

I feel--

You've always been great to her.

What you did for me.

I don't know what to say.

If you do say something, start with the truth.

I wanted to kill them both.

Anybody would have if they'd been in my position,

looking in that window.

But I didn't.

Why?

I figured somehow it was my fault.

Somehow, I'd...

I'd given him a reason to be there.

So...

I decided to kill myself.

And for me, that meant alcohol.

I went to the nearest liquor store

and I bought a bottle of tequila.

Old academy stand by,

huh, Mom?

When I finished it,

my only regret was that I hadn't,

was that I hadn't bought more.

But here comes the good part.

I drove home wasted.

I sideswiped a motorcycle.

I ran him totally off the road.

Well, I pulled over immediately.

He was shaken up real bad, but he wasn't really hurt.

And that's when I panicked.

I took off.

Felony hit and run, DUI.

Just about every code in the book.

You vouched for me.

You promised the commissioner and everybody else

that I was over my problem.

Wait.

You were trying to protect me?

I figured if they found out what I did,

they'd have you for lunch.

Jerry.

Yes, sir.

Bring me the dispatch log from the night of the murders.

Yes, sir.

Let's hope that fellow you hit...

filed an accident report.

You've probably noticed that much care

has been put into the landscaping of Regency Meadows.

We want people to realize that although toxic materials

are handled inside the plant,

we are equally concerned with what happens outside.

All you need is a baby in your arms,

and you'll be ready for the White House, Mr. Metzinger.

No illusions here, I'm, I'm a businessman.

Manufacturing carpet and other textiles is no glamor job.

And, Regency stands to make substantial profits

from others hard labors.

But the fact is, we've given these people jobs.

And now, affordable homes for them to raise their kids in,

which they would otherwise be without.

Now that's not a bad bottom line in my book.

Nor mine. What I've seen today is very impressive.

If the city council and the police department

aren't on board, then we've failed miserably.

Well, you can put that out of your mind.

I've looked at all the inspections and believe me,

you've passed them with flying colors.

Well, I'm sorry I missed the presentation,

Commissioner.

He was copied on this, wasn't he, Mack?

Absolutely.

Absolutely, Bob. There obviously was a mix-up.

Obviously.

Look, Bob, I know we haven't had much of a chance

to talk to each other these past few weeks,

but I want you to know how grateful we all are

for the job you've done here.

You want me out?

You were only supposed to be here for a couple of months.

We practically had to beg you to come in the first place.

But now you're taking a lot of heat.

Yeah, you bet I am.

Believe me, I understand your position,

she being a family friend and everything,

but I also have to keep peace within my own department.

Pick a chief, go take care of that vineyard of yours.

Life is too short.

We agreed I'd leave when the job was done, not before.

You better think about it Bob, hard,

because before long, it won't be your decision to make.

The Hell's Angels were in a different tax bracket

when I carried a shield.

Now they're lawyers, graphic designers,

and in the case of one man here, an alibi.

Oh boy, here we go.

You okay?

It's been awhile, you know,

since I've done this kind of thing.

It's in your blood.

That's just it, afraid I might like it again.

Check that side.

You said it was black with a big chrome muffler.

That's right.

Well, that certainly narrows it down.

Sorry, Chief.

Considering my condition,

I'm surprised I remember that much.

Anything?

Nothing.

Nothing.

That's him.

Are you sure?

David Lenhart?

I don't believe it.

I am so sorry.

This the young lady who hit you the night of the seventh?

Damn right it is.

Get Ed, we need a statement.

It's a good thing you got out of the chair.

Be thankful you're alive, Chief.

Yeah, I guess.

They said they couldn't salvage it.

I know.

Do you want me to help?

Yeah.

Kindly help me up, then push this damn chair over a cliff.

What is it, Brown? You think you can have

your own private force investigating independent

from the rest of us, is that it?

This wasn't a bust.

I saw no reason not to handle it myself.

Then why didn't you do that, huh?

Involving a civilian is bad enough,

but collaborating with a prime suspect in a murder

you're supposed to be investigating.

- Come on, give me a break. - I am investigating it.

Her alibi just got hauled off in that bag.

Right, how convenient Mr. Alibi isn't around

to back you up at the moment.

My thought exactly.

You know, I don't know just what happened

at this place tonight, but you better believe

I'm gonna find out.

You'll be in damn good company.

The prediction is that we're in for a solid week.

We could have five inches.

They're saying the whole valley could flood.

I can't leave now.

I understand, but what should I do?

We're likely to lose everything if we try to wait it out.

Kate, you do whatever you think is best.

All right.

Something's happened, that's obvious.

Level with me.

You might say, my chair had an accident.

I'm coming back there.

Katherine, no.

Listen Robert, I only care about you.

I'm okay, really.

I love you.

And I love you.

Goodnight, Katherine.

Go on, drink it. Blot it all out.

Let everybody else solve your problems for you.

It's worked pretty good so far, hasn't it?

That isn't fair.

And what you've put the rest of us through is?

I didn't ask you to come here.

Oh, yes, you did.

Just like you asked me at the academy.

You picked up that bottle and you said, "I need help.

I need you bad, Mom. I miss my father.

I can't find the right man.

And life is generally a big pain in the ass."

Yeah, well, sometimes it is, Mom,

and there's nothing you can do about it.

Do you have any idea...

what it's like to be married for 22 years?

To wake up one morning

to find the other half of the bed empty?

It's been three years now.

God help me, I still reach out for his pillow.

I know what it feels like to hurt, too.

I...

I have a problem,

and I need help.

You've come to the right place.

You know, the chief taught me a lot of things.

The most important was to never lose faith in yourself.

Never give up.

No.

Chief.

Look what the CSI team missed.

I think our friend left a calling card.

Yep, another fender bender.

But a while back.

You know, you should think about getting another chair,

maybe electric.

I like to push.

So do I.

I don't think our friend counted on a demolition derby.

That's my conclusion.

He was lying in wait, planning a single hit.

Until we showed up.

That's when he had to ad lib it.

It's a lot easier to get rid of a Mustang

than to risk being IDed.

And what's the easiest way to hide a car, Ed?

That black Mustang used to be blue.

Hey, I'm a little excited.

So am I.

But if you repeat that, I'll deny it.

We heard what happened, Chief.

And we're not leaving until you put us to work.

I'm afraid you've all made a wasted trip.

There's no work to be done.

But Ed said you were onto something promising

with that Mustang.

Mark, will you open the door, please?

That wasn't the chief who just rolled in there.

Is there something going on that we should know about, Ed?

Last couple of days, I don't know.

Something's really gotten to him.

Here he comes.

Fill me in, Ed.

Wish I could.

All right, everyone.

Quiet down, please, so we can get started on this.

Thank you.

So, after extensive conversations with myself

and with the commission, Commissioner Ironside

has decided to call this press conference today.

At this time, I'd like him to take over.

I'm not one for long speeches.

Some time ago, I was approached by Commissioner Fisette

to make recommendations concerning his police department,

and help select a new chief.

There is work to be done, but under present conditions,

I'm not the best man to do it.

My resignation will be effective Monday morning.

This city needs a chief who not only possesses

great and varied experience,

but also has the undeniable support of his officers.

That man is Chief of Detectives, Joseph McManus.

Chief, one question,

did the mayor pressure you to leave your job?

That's all. That's all.

All right, not so fast, Bob.

The city of Denver would like to present you

with a small token of their appreciation

for what you've accomplished here.

Boys.

The, uh, last few days...

I've given a great deal of thought to my future.

I think this chair will fit into it nicely.

Chief, do you have any plans

for your retirement?

Let us in on the rest of it, Chief.

Chief!

Can we get something for the six o'clock news?

We've heard you're heading up to wine country,

Chief, is this true?

Did you feel like you were pressured

out of your job by the mayor, Chief?

Ed? Ed, what's going on?

It was like the chief had gotten a lobotomy or something.

Well, he's always worked in mysterious ways,

but this time, I just don't know.

Ah, it's not like him. He doesn't give up on anything.

You're right, it's not.

Maybe there's a method in his madness.

Yeah, tell that to Ed.

Can you imagine how he must feel?

Being passed over like that?

I'll get it.

Chief, Ed.

Yeah, it's us.

You all look like you just came from a funeral.

Come on, we have work to do.

This damn chair is gonna give me a coronary.

You mind telling us what's going on?

Just so you know, it wasn't my idea

to keep you in the dark.

About what?

About Ed and me stepping out of the spotlight.

He would have been under a microscope as the new chief.

It'll be much easier for us to probe

within the department now.

Do you realize what we've been thinking?

We both have a fair idea.

So why'd you put us through it?

Your Honor, look at the four of you.

It was hard enough getting a performance

that was believable out of Ed.

You said probing within the department.

No, he said probing within the department.

I just agreed with him.

This all started with the Mustang.

It was the same car driven by our former chief's killer.

So, we have a conspiracy on our hands.

I told you all that when I needed you, I'd let you know.

Consider that to be as of now.

Question number one, if Suzanne didn't commit the murders,

then who did?

Mike Quinn headed the Organized Crime Unit.

We'll start there.

What about Judy?

She was a hazmat officer.

We find the connection, we're outta the gate.

What is it, Suzanne?

Mike, uh-- it's a dumb idea.

Let us decide that.

It's just that I used to tell him everything about my day

and he never discussed anything.

He said it's because he didn't want his work

to interfere with his personal life.

But in retrospect, you think he was hiding something?

Yeah, maybe so.

Because?

Because of something he said once.

It was one of the first nights he didn't come home.

Well, knowing the unit that he headed, I was a wreck.

He just smiled at me and said, "Relax.

They can never touch me."

It was as if he had a magic shield protecting him.

I'm telling you, he was not afraid of it at all.

That's the first thing that I'm gonna do as soon--

From this point on, nothing, young lady.

It was my mistake involving you to begin with.

But Chief--

If something happens to you, the case

and all its publicity could very well go away.

At this point, I'm sure they'd like nothing better.

And next week we need to have a meeting with the mayor

about a new project.

So Neil, if you have the spreadsheets on that...

For 12 hours I've worked my butt for court,

and they don't even call me?

Everything Quinn was working on is in that file.

Just like old times, Ed.

Only now we have a lot more to lose.

Yes?

Uh, Mrs. Bell, I'm Fran Belding,

and this is Eve Dwyer.

Hello.

Your daughter's the one accused of murder.

Yes.

I also read that you lost your husband in action

a few years ago.

Yes, I did.

As you would know,

no one can tell you what it's like

unless they've gone through it themselves.

You're interested in all data on these companies?

How far back?

Uh, 10 years.

I'll need all acquisitions and mergers

involving the individuals listed,

along with references from press clippings.

And who exactly are you?

Judge Sanger, 19th appellate court.

I'd plan on being here a while, Judge Sanger.

Yes ma'am, I already have.

Well, knowing Tom, making a stop like that after dinner

wasn't unusual at all.

He was always doing that sort of thing.

You said that he took the soil sample

because he had gotten an anonymous tip.

Tom thought it was one of his officers, a female.

Why?

What she said, the way she said it, who knows?

He was a cop. He just knew.

He had to have been concerned.

It was on his mind for at least a week.

But he thought the hazmat detective assigned to the project

would be able to clear it up for him.

And you told the police all this, correct?

When you're a cop's wife, you think like one.

I told them everything, right down to the toothpaste

he used that morning.

They said our stop at the development site

had nothing to do with what happened.

Who exactly told you that?

Mack did.

Mack?

Joseph McManus, the new chief.

Anyone who dresses their Chihuahua up in a negligee

had better expect Denver's finest to take some action.

You know what I'm saying?

Man, are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?

No fun being spied on, is it?

Having your privacy invaded.

What're you talkin' about?

Trust.

You may have been assigned to Chief Ironside,

but he could've bounced you anytime.

He didn't though.

And it sure as hell wasn't because of any great expertise

with photocopy machines.

You have the makings of a good policeman, Jerry,

depends on the choices you make.

Now let's see,

you have a brother in Los Angeles, don't you?

Successful lawyer living high in the hills.

Yes, sir.

So you want um, more, it's only natural.

But you get it the wrong way and you may wind up

like Mike Quinn, or never be able to look yourself

in the mirror again.

Please respond, Officer Abby.

McManus thought you were concealing evidence.

I didn't have a choice.

He ordered me to keep him informed.

With the promise of a rapid promotion.

That's not why I did it.

I believe you.

But those orders cost a man his life.

What?

You told him we were going after a witness

who potentially could clear Suzanne, didn't you?

- Yes. - Where is that witness

today, Jerry?

No way.

McManus?

I think you need to answer that question yourself.

I'm afraid this structure's off limits, miss.

Sorry. I was just a little curious.

Well, this place is quite unstable.

Someone could easily get hurt.

Wouldn't want you to trip on your way out.

Yeah.

Have a good evening.

Get in.

What about my car?

I'll take care of your car. Now get in.

I know, I know.

No, you don't.

Look, nothing happened, okay?

Was just a patrol unit. Didn't even recognize me.

And that tells you?

That I was very lucky?

Damn right. A, you were trespassing.

B, you crossed a police line at the scene of a murder.

C, he let you walk right out, no questions asked,

not even your name.

Now either that cop's doing a bad job or he's a bad cop.

Yeah, I understand that.

What I don't get is, how did you find me?

I had Ed put a tracker on your car.

Not that I needed it.

I had to come back.

This affair, it just never made sense to me.

And it does now?

Judy was 180 degrees off his taste.

I just can't figure out in a million years

why he'd get in bed with her.

He was using her.

Punch that, will ya?

Ironside.

Hi, Mark turned up some interesting things

about Regency Textile Mills

when he was going through the files tonight.

Stockholders comprised familiar names

with very colorful pasts.

In organized crime.

You've got it, and get this.

Robert [over phone]: Mike Quinn owned stock as well.

ESP, I'm telling you.

No, just good deduction.

And with Judy Bernardo,

the hazmat assigned to Regency, it all seems pretty clear.

He was using her to fix the inspections.

And with the approvals in place,

he was expendable, just like Judy.

Nice job, Ed.

Also, pull the file on whoever drives unit "Baker 23."

He may fit into this.

Done. I'm still having a problem with that other item

you wanted me to track down.

That means you're onto something.

Better put Mark on it too.

It could be the key to this entire case.

You got it.

The night is young.

Just like old times.

Oh, yeah.

Now, I'll take you home.

What's this key to the entire case

that you're talking about?

Mike's magic shield.

I thought we had an arrangement.

We did have an arrangement.

Every inspection is complete.

What exactly is the problem, Metzinger?

Problem?

Well for starters, some judge from San Francisco

has been phoning hell and back,

tracing the business dealings of my backers.

Judge? What judge?

Somebody named Sanger.

Then my foreman tells me two women have been poking around

the construction site.

What's going on?

Think I have a good idea.

You damn well better.

This isn't about supplementing your pension, McManus.

It's about your life.

Just don't try to muscle me, pal, okay?

You really don't get it, do you?

We're talking nine figures here.

As far as my backers are concerned,

you and I are as disposable as your old chief.

If you get this wrong,

they'll put a bullet in the back of your head.

Trust me, if we screw this up,

you'll really know what fear is.

Come on.

I think I'm on a first-name basis with every operator

this side of the Rockies.

And if you wanna open a bank account

anywhere in the continental US, I'm the man to talk to.

I'm not interested in free checking, Mark,

only safe deposit boxes.

Where?

Small S and L in Boulder.

He opened one up six months ago.

Records show that it hasn't been touched

since his initial deposit, Chief.

Whose initial deposit?

Mike Quinn's.

His magic shield.

Magic box in this case.

Whatever's inside of it was supposed to keep him alive.

He could've kept records of falsified inspections,

maybe even photos of the violations themselves.

Flaws aside,

Mike was always considered a very intelligent cop.

He must've given the key to somebody he trusted

with instructions to open it should anything happen to him.

Well it sounds like we need to locate that person

and ask them why they didn't open the box.

Right, Chief?

I suppose so.

You expecting anybody else?

Come in, Jerry. You're among friends.

Well, I followed McManus last night.

You spied on him?

Well, it worked with you.

Anyway, he was meeting with a suit named Metzinger,

and Gillette was there too.

He's uh, one of McManus' badges.

Drives unit "Baker 23."

Right.

Well, I find out Gillette's assigned to impound

now and then.

Did some more checking, and guess what?

That's where the Mustang came from.

That's good work, Jerry, very good work.

Bombs away.

Where are you going?

I am going to see a dentist.

Can I have those records, Ed?

Let me borrow your flashlight.

- Hi, Doc. - Ben.

Dr. Billman here.

I'll have to take this in my office.

It's okay. It was just Dr. Billman, the coroner.

No, it's not okay, Ed.

I don't think Dr. Billman's okay.

Because this body...

does not belong to Mike Quinn.

Chief, there were no other prints on Mike's gun,

but his own.

Now that I think about it, they were barely smudged.

He also had keys to Suzanne's place.

Who better to plant the murder weapon

than the killer himself?

So who's back in the drawer?

Could be a John Doe, homeless person,

just about anybody who died within a few days of the fire.

So Mike makes a deal: "I take care of Judy,

you let me disappear, and the deposit box stays closed."

There's still a big question on my mind.

Why go to all the trouble of faking his own death?

You have a bad case of ESP, Deputy Chief Brown.

Nah, just a bad case of good deduction.

He's alive?

We have to find him. It's the only way to clear you.

Do you have any notion of where he might've disappeared to?

Anything he may have said, Suzanne?

A family member, someplace he always wanted to visit,

another girlfriend even?

Honey, do you remember the first time you called me

all excited about Mike?

You told me that he had been engaged once before.

When he was young. He never really loved her.

He said it was a big mistake.

The question is, did she really love him?

He does seem to have that effect on women, doesn't he?

Would he have given his safe deposit key to her?

I don't know. Maybe.

We need a name.

Jennifer, something.

Um, I, I tried to block it out of my mind, and--

Where did this Jennifer something live?

Here in Denver.

She was a loan officer at some bank.

She transferred after they split up.

She pulled some strings

so he could qualify for his first mortgage.

You know the name of the bank?

Clearwater Savings and Loan.

Yeah, how did you know?

They have a branch in Boulder

containing a certain safe deposit box.

What is it?

Ironside and Brown were at the morgue yesterday evening

visiting our friend, Mike.

We wouldn't be having these problems

if he'd been in his chair the other night when I hit it.

We don't go around killing every fly in the ointment,

Gillette, especially one like Ironside.

Yeah, well, sooner or later,

that's what it's gonna come down to.

We both know it.

If they find Mike or that box,

what are we gonna do?

What did you say?

If they find Mike or the box?

Perfect.

Perfect.

We let 'em do exactly that.

Then we do what we should've done in the first place.

Jennifer?

Yes.

Do we know each other?

Well, no and yes.

We were both engaged to Mike.

Look, I, I really have to go.

Wait.

Wait!

Please, please, please, we need to talk.

Leave me alone, please.

He hurt me too, Jennifer.

He used me and I'm not just talking about

a mortgage loan here.

He's not the man you think he is.

I don't even know who you are.

I didn't come here to hurt you, Jennifer,

just the opposite.

All I'm asking is that you listen to what I have to say.

Then I'll leave and you can make up your own mind.

I promise.

Why should I believe you?

Because you know that if he really loved you,

the two of you would be together right now.

Jennifer, if you know where Mike is,

please, tell me.

Would you rub my back?

Anything you want.

Hello, Mike.

Tahoe seems to agree with you.

Like you died and went to heaven, huh, Mike?

We were all wondering why you'd wanna kill yourself.

But I guess it'd be kind of hard for Detective Mike Quinn

to explain how he came into all this money.

Now wouldn't it?

Put some clothes on, Mike.

It's a long ride back to Denver.

We're coming in on the 10:12.

Stapleton had weather problems.

Stop talking and let me finish, Suzanne.

I want you, Eve, and Fran to get the contents of that box,

then head straight for city hall.

We'll be there at five.

Suzanne, stop for nothing.

Suzanne [over phone]: I'm trying to tell you,

something else has happened.

When?

Last night. The key's missing.

Jennifer Wilson's apartment was burglarized last night.

The key?

Gone along with--

The contents of Mike's box.

According to the airline, all passengers aboard

Mr. Ironside's flight were diverted to the 10:12 train.

They're due to arrive in Denver at 4:38.

You want a unit to meet his party at the station, Chief?

No, no, I'm gonna meet 'em myself.

They've probably scoured the flight manifest by now.

10 to one, they know where we are.

Without that box, I've got a bullseye on my forehead.

Mike, it is in our best interest

to bring you back alive.

Oh, conductor, does this train stop again before Denver?

Nope. It's a straight shot from here out.

Other than some slowing up to the pass.

Would you please describe the exact route for me, exactly?

Move it, sergeant, we got a train to catch.

This plan of yours is insane.

The way I see it, you're gonna die one way

or another, Mike.

The question is, will it be now,

after your trial, or of natural causes in prison?

Unbelievable.

We're all gonna be killed and you're talking plea bargains.

You have a lot of helpful knowledge.

Why not use it to your advantage?

Just like everything else, Mike, use it to your advantage.

There. Set it down on the tracks in front of the engine.

We've got a police chopper overhead.

Sit.

Let's move.

Come on, let's go, kid.

When the train comes out,

I want you to set down in front of it.

We have a possible hostage situation, Sergeant,

stop the damn train.

Police officers, everybody off the train.

I can blow the lock, Mike.

Don't make a mess of this thing.

Jake.

You okay, Chief?

You done good.

You too.

Yeah. Yeah, we done good.

You okay, Jerry?

As okay as I can be after jumping off a train.

Well just like old times, huh, Sanger?

Yeah, well, maybe not.

TV announcer: A high-ranking executive

of the Regency Textile Corporation was indicted today.

Let's go to Jim for a report.

Earlier today, Regency Textile Corporation CEO

Nicholas Metzinger was indicted on multiple counts of fraud

and conspiracy pertaining to the once-celebrated

Regency metals development.

It is now believed that toxic chemicals

may have contaminated the actual building site.

Official word from the city hall

is that the full investigation of the plant is underway

with a--

Television news has a tendency

to poison the mind, my dear.

My mind is only poisoned by bad wine.

Vintage Thursday, only 36 months to go.

Oh.

36 months is a long time, Kate.

I could be--

All the more for me, then.

Yeah. All the more for you.

Woman [over P.A.]: Dr. Martin to Radiology,

Dr. Martin to Radiology.

Knock-knock.

Hm.

Remind you of Grand Central?

Rumor has it you're checking out, Chief.

You make it sound like this is a damn hotel.

That bump on his head did him no good at all.

Ho, ho, ho.

Commissioner Fisette wanted to stop by too,

but just between us, I think he's a little embarrassed.

He could save face by appointing you new chief,

effective Monday.

Just a word of caution.

Keep Jerry away from photocopy machines.

Hey man, I jumped off a train for you.

Which makes your judgment questionable.

Chief.

I wanna see Mike.

Considering your legal relationship,

that's probably not the best thing, Suzanne.

No.

No, I think it's all right. You go.

Woman [over P.A.]: Dr. Miller, please check

with the page operator, Dr. Miller.

It was all about Ironside, wasn't it?

Using me to keep tabs on him.

Is that what you need to hear?

I just need the truth.

The truth is, you were the best thing

that ever happened to me, Suzanne.

I really did love you.

But at that point I was already in too deep.

I'm glad you're not dead, Mike, I really am.

Makes it that much easier for me to forget you.

Time for check out, Mr. Ironside.

Oh, he has his own chair.

That one won't be necessary.

Not so fast.

Ed, here, give me a hand.

Wonders never cease.

That's just like his old one.

Sister, I will swap you this chair for that chair,

even-Steven, straight across the board.

That's a very generous swap. We accept.

Ha! Come on, Kate.

Thank you, Sister.

I'll see you all at the farm.

Kate, I forgot the wine.

Oh, don't worry, Robert.

We have it all. We have it all.

Yeah, we have it all.

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