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Don't go to bed with no price on your head.

No, no.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Don't do the crime if you can't do the time.

Yeah.

Don't do it.

And keep your eye.

Tony, we're still working here.

There's a note for you. It's over there. No, no, no.

What?

Tony, there's a note for you.

It's over there.

Dear Tony, I can't ask you to forgive me for what I'm doing, but you've been a

good friend to me and Carl, and behind your rough edges is a heart that I know

understands human frailty.

There are some things I have to tell you about how all this happened to help you

live with what I'm about to do.

I've cried it all out.

I still don't know how I'm going to live without Carl, but I have to try.

Which means I have to get back to work.

Be a cop again.

Help me?

Sure.

We'll just do that, that's all.

You are a cop, you want to work, so you're going back to work.

I'm telling you, Beretta, the answer is no. Now, what good would she beat thee

anyway? Boss, she's gonna work on a case like anybody else. You think that her

head's in good enough shape to work on a case? Yes, sir, I do. She's got a dead

husband. It's enough for anybody to worry about. Now, wait a minute, boss.

You're wrong. Her husband was a cop. He died in the line of duty. She was a good

cop, and I'm telling you right now, she still is a good cop.

Beretta, let me get something straight here.

You're not trying to help this case.

You're trying to help her. Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

Okay. I'll give her seven days. On your leave, she makes a single mistake. She's

off for 30 days and no argument.

Fair enough.

Detective Beretta, I told you everything the last time. How many times do you

want me to go... Mr.

Muncy, hold on just a second.

I would like you to meet Detective Harley.

She was married to Lieutenant Harley. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know. That's all

right, Mr. Muncy. It's all right. We're just here to do some work.

Just here to do a little bit of work. That's all.

Mr. Muncy, we've been looking for this guy for five months, and we ain't done a

very good job.

But now he's a cop killer, and we're gonna do a good job, and you're gonna

help us.

Now, you know Detective Kessel. He was Lieutenant Harley's partner that night.

He was out in the car the night that Lieutenant Harley died.

Now, with his help, you and me, we're gonna go through the whole thing just

once more.

Ain't that right?

Right. Okay.

Now, from the top, letter A, nice and calm.

What happened?

Lieutenant Hall, he came in that night, and he showed me his badge.

And he was standing where?

About there.

About here?

It's hard to remember.

I know. I understand.

Where was he standing?

There.

Okay. Now, what did he say? What did you say? Nice and easy.

He said he got a tip.

The creeper was gonna hit that night.

He wanted me to cooperate.

I went along with it. The idea was that the lieutenant would be back here,

behind the counter. So I told him to go get an apron.

He told him, you stayed here, and you sent him over there to get an apron.

Right. Right? You stayed there.

Right. And he walked over here.

Right. And he got an apron. Right.

And he was standing... A little bit more.

Right. That's exactly.

Right here. Okay.

Now, that's when the creeper came in.

Right. Kessel, you got the ball.

You got it, Tony.

He had his gun out?

Right.

Okay. Now he comes in, and he stands right there?

There. There. Exactly. You're sure of that? That's where he was standing?

Yeah. Okay.

Now what happens?

The creeper fired a shot.

What was Lieutenant Harley doing when the Creeper fired?

I don't know. I was scared, so I ducked behind the counter. Did you duck before

or after the shot?

I don't remember.

Did you see him shoot?

No.

I'm sorry. You sure you didn't see him shoot?

Right. Then you must have been behind the counter before he shot.

Right. Okay. Now what happens next?

Then the lieutenant's gun smashed one of my Thursday night specials.

Wait a minute.

How do you know that? You were behind the counter.

I heard the bottle break, and then I looked at it afterwards.

Okay, that's the way you remember it? Yeah.

What's next?

Then the creeper came behind the counter. Yeah?

He opened up the cash register and took everything I had.

You're behind the counter?

Yes. Then the creeper went out? No, he took $32. Then he ran out.

Yeah.

$32.

Bats, this could be our boy.

All set.

Hands on the counter where I can see them.

You two.

Hold it.

Grab it.

What happened next? Oh, then the sergeant came in. Yeah, right.

Just as soon as I heard the shot. You see, I was in the car across the street

covering the front. Yeah.

That was his usual M.O. Well, that wasn't his M.O. this time. What were you

saying about a bottle?

Thursday night special.

Yeah.

You're telling me Lieutenant's gun came over here and broke a bottle.

Right.

And I came running through the front, all the way through, into the alley, and

he was gone. Now I'm over here.

I'm putting on an apron.

the trouble starts and i take out my gun and i get hit

i'm over here and my gun dances all the way over here

and breaks a bottle this gun must have had wings or something well

we'll leave that one alone for a while how'd you get the tip well i wasn't

tipped somebody called carl and then i picked him up and we both came here once

he's fine lickers Well, did you check all Carl's contacts?

Yeah, I know them all, Tony.

There's none of them. Detective, it's for you.

Thanks. None of his regulars, huh? None of them.

That's weird.

Yeah, Beretta here.

You did?

Sugar? Fats and Mickey just picked up the Creeper.

You already admitted to the job on 47th and Main, right?

Yeah. I already told you that. And 18 others.

All right.

And 18 others.

Now, what I'd like to do is just kind of focus in on one of those jobs.

Anything you say.

The Muncie Liquor Store job.

Muncie Liquor Store.

I don't remember that name.

Can you tell me a little something about it?

Sure. Well, let's start with...

Where is it?

52nd and Main.

Oh, that's on me.

No, I don't ever go higher than 48th Street.

Why is that?

Self-denial.

That's very interesting.

Yeah, that's very interesting.

Well, that's not your usual burglar, is it? Now, what's so interesting about

this Muncie liquor store job, huh?

You, uh, usually case the joints before you go?

You didn't tell me what's so special about the Muncie liquor store.

Now, look, partner.

You already waived your rights to counsel.

You agreed to cooperate. You agreed to talk to me.

I don't know if you're teasing me or not, but I'm going to keep on asking you

questions. You didn't tell me what's so special about that Muncie liquor store.

So you always case the joints before you go in, huh?

Cute.

Yeah, he's real sweet. Yeah, sometimes.

You just can't walk in off the street, you know?

You what? You walk up and down a couple of days before, something like that?

Yeah.

Yeah, sometimes I go by the night before and... Hey, hey.

Look.

You're supposed to tell me what's so special about this Muncie liquor store

before you grow me on it. You know what?

I think you're foxing me just a little bit. Me?

Yeah. On account I was in all the newspapers.

I don't read the newspapers.

You know, you don't sound like a hood.

You don't act like a hood.

You ain't got no track record. You seem to me to be a very well-read,

gentlemanly sort of fellow.

Now, why would a guy like you not read the newspapers?

Newspapers are full of crime.

Oh, yeah?

Crime depresses me.

I, uh...

I need something that relaxes me.

Like what?

Why am I here?

Like robbing liquor stores.

So listen, you always go in the front door when you pull a

job? How else?

Well, I don't know, like maybe the back door, like the Muncie job.

Look,

I told you before, I know what you're getting at.

If you keep talking dumb like that, I'm not going to stay here and talk to you.

I'm sorry, pal.

No more dumb.

You're right.

Orville, how come you're so anxious to go to jail?

I think it might relax me.

Like robbing liquor stores?

Maybe even more so.

Maybe you're right, kid.

I'll promise you this.

You're sure in hell going to get a chance to find out.

I don't know what to make out of this, Jamoke.

Well, he said he talked to the psychiatrist I say if that's I maybe

that'll bring up something Well, we can't expect them to tell the truth

about Carl's death Pretty night, huh?

My old man always used to say The truth hurts, but the lies will kill you

Carl used to say things like that He was a good man, you know

You got to start talking about him sooner or later.

I know that you feel guilty because you and he wasn't getting along

that well together.

There was love, but we weren't in love anymore.

I didn't know how to fix it, and he didn't either.

We were at each other's throats when we should have been in each other's arms.

It's funny, I think he forgave me more than I did him.

He was a good man.

It's okay to feel guilty, pal.

Guilty because...

Because you didn't do enough and guilty because you're still here and he's gone?

You want to get off this case?

Go ahead. I know it's not right, but you do it if you have to.

No, I know better than that. It's just... I guess I thought I was tougher

than I am.

The only tough guys I know are in the jailhouse and the graveyard.

I'm scared every day of my life, Pat, honest to God, not because I'm a cop.

but just because I'm a person like you and because the only people I ever loved

were ripped away from me when I was a kid.

I guess we're all left holding the bag in this world, pal.

That's part of living.

But it beats the hell out of dying.

Let's keep working on this case, huh?

You and me, let's keep working on it.

Sure, Tony.

Just be careful.

What?

Well, I always used to tell Carl when he was on night duty this time of the year,

wear warm underwear.

Okay.

Um, talk some more tomorrow.

Is this guy sane?

Is he nuts? Is he telling the truth? Lying? What's he doing?

Well, uh... It's a relative question.

Yeah.

Which relative? The mother or the father?

I'm impressed.

How did you narrow it down?

Well, I ain't never heard of nobody with an uncle complex.

Well, his mother is the dominant figure in his life.

Has no friends.

Just a real loner. Could this guy kill somebody, Doc?

Can't tell you.

Yet. How about girlfriends?

No, no.

No, it's my opinion that there are no women in his life.

There's strong indications of homosexuality, and that's one thing I'm

sure of.

Where do I go with that?

Anyway, why does a nice, square Jim Oak take a gun and go

out and rob a liquor store once a week and maybe kill somebody?

Talk to me in a few days.

I'll do that.

See, he plays games with people like you and me. He'll drop a hint and then

just smother it. He'll never mention it again.

Yeah, he played them games with me.

Well, so until you get more, what we've got here is a dominant mother.

What do you say about her?

Nothing. Not a word. Won't talk about her at all. And that's why I believe

she's so dominant. Oh.

Now I know why they pay you guys all that money.

See you later.

I'll be here.

Dear sweet Tony, I know that smart Atralian knows of yours.

It sensed that something was wrong with Carl and me.

What you didn't know was that I'd fallen in love, blindly and desperately, with

the wrong man.

It was just over a year ago when my whole life changed.

Yes, my whole life changed, and I was sure, so sure that everything would work

out.

All I know is 10 years apart from you would be a death sentence for me.

I can't live without you, Steve.

I don't want to, my darling.

I'll do it. I'll lose the evidence. I'll perjure myself at the trial.

I won't let you rot in jail.

Later we'll work out how we can be together.

Not bad.

I love you.

And I want to marry you.

And I want us to have some kind of a real life together.

But it scares me to think of you jeopardizing your future to get me out

of this.

Trust me.

Sacrifice is what love is about.

I'll do anything for us.

The psychiatrist thinks he's a homosexual.

He didn't read that way to me.

Well, I guess mags are just as hard to read as anybody else.

You ain't supposed to call him that.

Honey, I don't like nobody calling the trillions wops.

Everybody ought to be called what they want to be called, whether it's the

president or a murder suspect.

Did you read the ballistics report?

When he was arrested, he wasn't carrying the gun that Carl was killed with.

Yep.

Well, Orville has himself a big collection of guns.

Some he bought, some he stole, some he got from liquor stores.

But none of them matched up with that bullet.

Maybe he ditched it.

Sold it.

If he ditched it around here, the cops will play hell finding it.

Somebody else will find it and they'll keep it or sell it.

Probably use it.

So where do we go from here?

Back to Orville.

He got all the questions and he's got the answers. I got to get inside of his

brain.

Let's go to work.

Move out of the way.

Let's get him down, okay?

Okay.

Why did he have to do this in my cell block?

Hey, you left a note over there.

A lot of suicides have come by me in my time, and this one looks pretty straight

to me.

Yeah?

Tell me something.

When somebody hangs themselves, do they usually pull it off clean as a whistle

like this guy did? Sure, it depends.

I've seen some of them do it on the spur of the moment.

Others plan for months in advance.

Usually how intelligent a person is is how clever how they pull it off.

Well, then he's got to be pretty smart.

I just got your message.

Oh, my God.

How could he do something like that?

I'm sorry, kid, but the way it looks is this guy Orville was

living with some guy for quite a long time, and then they had some kind of

fight or breakup or something, and the other guy, David, whoever he is,

he decided to...

frame orville on the murder rap so he he set your husband up with a phony tip

and he lured him into the liquor store and he killed him and he made it look

like orville the creeper here was a cop killer

carl died because of some silly lover's quarrel

ain't that weird i'm sorry you okay pal

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay, Tony.

How did you get all this?

Oh, Orville wrote a note on the mirror.

He has a copy of it.

Dear David, you don't want me to live, then there's nothing for me to live for.

In the year that we were together, I was never happier, never more full.

All your silly little suspicions about me cheating on you didn't mean anything

because I knew they were untrue.

How insensitive of me not to look more closely and see the pain you were in.

It must have been terrible for you to bring you to the point where you killed

that policeman.

I'm sure it has ruined your life forever and without your life, I have no life.

I love you, Orville.

You know, Tony, I... I guess I understand how a broken love affair

can...

Do terrible things to everyone involved.

Slut. And don't you wish you could arouse that in me?

Sure,

but that's not the only thing.

You want me to tell you what it is, Lieutenant, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you what it is, and I'll tell you what...

Basil there.

He's a criminal.

My wife lied on your oath to set him free.

He only stole money and he paid it back.

You stole five years of my life and I'll never forgive you for that. We are

finished. I'm going to him and you're never going to stop me.

You. My wife.

You stay here with me.

You put that rotten crook where he belongs.

In jail for a hundred years?

Never! I'd rather be dead!

I would, by God, or I'll jail you for perjury, I swear it! That's just the

kind of rotten pig you are!

I'm gonna tell you something.

He will never put his hands on you again.

Go ahead.

I'd just like you to try something stupid.

Not on your life.

I wouldn't kill myself or you or anybody.

I've got too much to live for.

You're the one who's in trouble.

You've never had him.

I'll tell him what you did.

I'll see you in jail first.

I'll see you in your grave.

Hey, Doc.

How about these little bruises and things around his shoulders? Not the

burn on his neck, the sort of little stuff over here. Oh, I noticed those.

Jailhouse, pretty rough place, Tony.

Could have happened any time. Yeah, that's a true fact.

Well, anyway.

Listen, when you do the autopsy, you'll be able to tell me when that thing's

happened, right? Tell you as soon as I know anything.

Okay.

Enjoy your lunch. Thanks.

I wish he hadn't done it, Tony.

For Carl's sake. I wish we could have brought him to trial.

Yeah.

I know what you mean.

Carl was a good cop. He would have wanted it legal.

No loose ends.

Yeah.

It's them loose ends.

That's what I keep feeling. Loose ends.

Maybe it just ended too quick for you. For both of us.

Yeah.

And maybe something stinks.

Yeah?

Go on.

I don't know.

I don't know nothing. All I know is one day I had a suspect and I had a case,

and now I ain't got nothing, and it's supposed to all be over.

Well, we'll wait and we'll see what that coroner has to say. Maybe the kid will

tell us more dead than they did alive.

All I know is it don't feel like it's over.

Orville's dead. I don't want to hear any unpleasant details.

I've maintained a clear skin, a good digestion, and a straight spine through

three marriages and innumerable international crises by dealing with

results, not causes.

Yes, ma'am.

You're a police officer.

An unorthodox one, evidently.

You're very observant, ma'am.

Um...

I didn't know your son well. I only got a chance to talk to him once.

Then I'll tell you about him.

Thank you.

He was a great disappointment to me. But I ask you, what child isn't to what

parent? He did nothing of significance in his life, except to choose to do

nothing, when obviously he had the opportunity to do anything.

He resisted all of today's temptations.

There was not a needle mark on him.

and the venereal parasite was not feeding in his brain.

Orville was a completely good boy, and he loved me.

He visited me every week regularly for dinner.

Oh, how nice.

What day was that?

Thursday. And he'd sleep over.

I used to take him out breakfast.

He was a good boy.

Uh, was that every Thursday?

He didn't miss once in two years.

I see.

Uh, did he mention his friend David to you?

No, never.

That's odd, because for about a year, he lived with this young gentleman, David.

No. Orville would have told me.

Yes, ma'am, I'm sure he would.

We must have the wrong information.

He spoke to our psychiatrist just a little bit.

We kind of got the feeling that maybe there were no women in his life.

You're asking me, was he a homosexual?

Uh...

Yes, ma'am, I am. Would that bother you?

Bothered me?

I encouraged it.

I never had to be jealous of any woman.

Yes, ma'am, I understand.

Thank you very much.

Hello? Hi, Pat.

We're back in business again, sugar.

Remember I told you something stunk?

Well, when this Italian nose says it stinks, that means it stinks.

What are you talking about, Tony?

I just went and talked to Mama Doll.

Now, number one, little boy Blue did not have any lover that he was living with.

Number two, he was busy every Thursday night of his life with his mother.

And anybody who knew him wouldn't frame him for a murder rap on Thursday night

because they'd know he had an alibi.

And number three, you remember them bruises?

The coroner said that they happened.

The same time he hung himself.

I beg your pardon.

The same time he was murdered.

This is all coming so fast.

I'm sorry, sugar. I'm like a dog with a bone. I forgot where you are in the

middle of all this stuff.

No, no, I'm right with you, Tony.

You're saying he didn't hang himself?

I'm saying he didn't hang himself.

I'm saying he didn't kill Carl.

And I'm saying whoever did made some mistakes.

And some mistakes is more than enough for me.

But how could someone murder him in jail?

I'm already on that. I'm way ahead of you.

In the city jail, there's maybe 50, 60 people a day going in and out. I'm

checking it out.

It's only a matter of time, darling.

Trust me.

It's only a matter of time now.

Good, Tony, good. I'll talk to you later.

Okay, sugar. Bye-bye.

Made that for he does.

Thank God you're here.

God,

a day without you is like a week.

Thank God it's all over with.

Now our lives are our own.

Oh, Steve, honey, I hate to tell you this, but it didn't work.

What do you mean it didn't work?

I did everything we planned.

The note.

Everything.

The coroner found bruises.

Tony found out there was no lover.

He's convinced that the boy was killed.

You mean I did all that for nothing?

Not for nothing, darling, for us.

But the case is still open, and Tony's getting closer than ever.

He's a good cop. I can feel him right on top of us.

Like he knows every move we made.

We got to get out of here.

That's all. We got to get out of here.

You're right, honey.

You are absolutely right. We got to get out of here.

But where?

It's only a matter of time until Tony finds out everything.

Unless he knows already.

Oh, no.

Not again.

I can't.

No, of course you can't.

But we can.

We'll do it together.

I love Tony.

But I can't live without you, and you can't live without me.

Trust me, honey, please.

It'll all work out. It'll be all right.

Just trust me.

Trust me.

Oh, Tony.

all those cases.

I couldn't understand how brother could kill brother, how best friendships could

wind up in death.

But now I know how desperation and loneliness can drive someone to the

point where they lose their mind and their best friend is only an object that

stands in the way.

When I was in your apartment with Billy and I needed an aspirin and some fresh

air, I was praying that you could look in my heart.

and stop me from what I was about to do.

Please, forgive me.

What's the matter?

Get out of here. I'm a police officer. Everybody, get back in there.

Get out of the way. Everybody inside.

I'm a police officer. Get out of the way.

Oh, Tony. Tony.

Oh.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank God.

It's 2 o'clock in the morning.

What are you doing here?

Stay with me, gang.

The answer's got to be here in this liquor store. I'm telling you. Who

killed Carl Harley?

Who killed Orville and that jailhouse John?

And who tried to make me number three tonight?

We got to go through it again.

Yeah, I want to play a different part this time.

Hey, let me be Kessler. He was across the street and didn't hear anything

until it was over. I'd like that.

Just stay cool, my man.

I'm telling you the answer is here.

Number one, why did Carl Harley's gun wind up over the air in the middle of

the Thursday night special?

I wake up 3 o'clock in the morning, and it's burning a hole in my brain.

The answer is in this joint.

and I'm going to believe that until somebody makes me believe otherwise.

Excuse me, are you a police officer?

Of course I am. Oh, okay.

Now, just one more time, let's go through it again from the top.

Lieutenant Harley came in that night, showed me his badge, he stood over

there, exactly there.

Hello? Steve.

Oh, Steve.

Are you all right, darling?

Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

Thank God.

I had all these terrible images of you lying somewhere... somewhere bleeding

with no one to help you.

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.

Pat, I, uh... I'm at the airport.

Oh?

What are you doing there?

Are you sure it's safe?

Shouldn't you be hiding somewhere?

I'm leaving.

Well, yes, darling.

If that's what you want, you just give me 20 to 30 minutes and I'll be there.

Oh, Beth, no, you don't understand. I gotta get away, alone.

I just can't be with you anymore.

Don't say that, darling.

Beth.

I... It's all gone bad, you know. It's no good.

After what I've done, I can't live with myself anymore.

I'd turn myself in if I had any guts.

But, Steve, I love you, darling.

Don't you understand? That's all that matters.

I can't live without you, and you can't live without me.

Pat, I can't even live with myself.

I don't know if I can live at all.

No, no, Steve, please don't hang up. Don't hang up. Just let me explain. We

can talk this out.

No! No, Steve, please don't hang up!

Please don't hang up!

I got it.

I know what's been hanging me up.

I'm drawing my gun with my left hand.

Carl drew his gun with his right hand. That's how it wound up over there in the

Thursday night special. Carl never had a chance. He never got his gun out. That

guy had his gun pointed at him the whole time.

Are you sure you're a police officer?

Yes.

Lieutenant. Lieutenant Foley.

Tony, why is that important?

Left hand, right hand, huh?

Because it means this guy had his gun pointed at Carl the whole time.

He was no stick-up artist.

He came here for one reason. He came here to kill Carl, and he tipped him off

to be here.

How does a guy pull a job?

Huh?

Oh, for crying out loud. He pulls a gun.

When? When?

When he's close to the counter. Because he's afraid that the guy behind the

counter is going to pull a gun out on him.

But this guy came in with a gun already in his hand.

Already in his hand.

Whoever killed Orville in that jailhouse, John, had to know every move

I was making.

He was ahead of me the whole time.

He had to know about the homosexual thing or he wouldn't have left that note

on the mirror.

And there was only a couple of people I told about that.

That's what's been throwing me.

You see, it was a guy who killed Orville.

And it was a guy who came in here masquerading as the Creeper.

But it was a woman who was pulling the strings.

This time of the morning, it's got to be for one of you.

No, no, no, Tony.

We're still working here.

There's a note for you. It's over there. No, no, no, no.

What?

Tony, there's a note for you.

It's over there.

Okay.

Take care of this.

I guess that completes my report, Tony.

I wanted you to know because you were always a warm guy to be around and work

with.

I never wanted you to be hurt.

I wasn't a bad cop, was I?

Apart from Steve.

So I'll tell you one last detail.

He called me at 2.05 a.m. from the airport.

You and I know from when we worked that shift, only one flight leaves there

around that time.

For Alaska.

Steve has friends on the pipeline up there.

By the way, remember when I got my badge?

That doll?

I've always loved it.

It'll be the last thing I look at.

P.S.

When you're in Alaska, wear your warm underwear.

So keep your