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[♪]

Damn it, Jonathan, come on.

[KEYBOARD CLICKING]

Jonathan?

Vick, I'm working.

Just give me
a few minutes more.

I gave you a minute
an hour ago.

You could at least look.

Very pretty.

[SIGHS]

You're a jerk, Jonathan.

Vicki, I love you.

Just give me
a few more minutes.

Please.

Would you want
a few more minutes

if she were
standing here?

Vick!

[SIGHS]

[♪]

NARRATOR:
He was brought across in 1228.

Preyed on humans
for their blood.

Now he wants
to be mortal again...

To repay society
for his sins...

To emerge
from his world of darkness...

From his endless forever night.

[GROWLS]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[EXHALING SLOWLY]

The maid found him

30 seconds after
she heard the shot,

and then
the wife came in.

"My darling
Victoria--"

I guess that would be
the blushing bride.

Suicide note?

Yeah, computer-generated,
the personal touch.

Didn't even sign it.

What are you
suggesting?

Well, that Levy had
a lot to live for,

and somebody else
had a lot to gain.

I mean,
look at this place.

Mm.

One shot,
extremely close range.

Yeah.

It's low velocity,
low caliber.

Not a lot
of firepower.

Might be why
there's no exit wound.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
Dr. Lambert,

but doesn't
a contact wound

leave a starburst
pattern?

How very astute of you,
detective.

Yes, in most suicides,

the muzzle of the gun
is pressed against the skin,

thereby creating
a gunpowder starburst

when fired.

Any idea who the gun
belonged to?

VICTORIA:
He gave it to me...

I don't know,
several years ago.

Jonathan wanted me to learn
how to protect myself.

And you usually keep it...?

Here, at the bedside table.

I probably haven't opened
the drawer in a year.

Is this
your private suite?

Excuse me?

Well, there's no sign
of a man here.

You weren't
sleeping together?

I don't know what that has
to do with this investigation.

Schank.

I'm just trying
to establish

the nature of their
relationship.

It sounds
like they weren't--

I loved my husband
very much.

Jonathan worked 20-hour days.

He didn't want to disturb me,
so we slept apart.

Where were you
when you heard the shot?

I was in bed,
asleep.

I didn't really know
what the sound was.

Maybe a door slam...

and then
I heard Maria scream.

I ran down the hall...

and there he was.

Just...

I went over to him.

He was...

There was so much blood.

I picked up
the gun...

and I started--
Started to scream.

Scream his name.

Over and over again,
I was screaming his name.

SCHANKE:
This one's a short chapter.

She did it.

Come on,
she was tested.

There was no powder
residue on her hands.

She wore gloves.
She washed up.

The maid said it was
a couple of minutes

before the missus
came into the room.

What's really
bothering you?

Who said
I'm bothered?

Well, I thought
you could have been

a little bit
more tactful

about their sleeping
arrangements.

Sex is the cornerstone
of a sound marriage.

Come on. Just because
they slept apart doesn't mean--

They weren't doing it?

Oh, trust me, Nick,

the idea
that married people

make hot monkey love
while sleeping in separate beds

went out
with Lucy and Ricky.

It's impossible
to generate any heat

from the living room couch.

[YAWNS]

Pretty damn difficult
to get any sleep too.

SCHANKE:
There you have it.

Jonathan Levy,
deceased.

Just about
as thorough a report

as I've ever seen.

I think the two cops
who wrote that up

are definitely worthy
of partners of the month.

That's Knight and Schanke.

S-C-H-A-N-K-E, the "C" is hard,
the "H" is silent.

And you are not.

Put a sock in it,
Schanke.

You didn't get
the plaque this month.

Get over it.

What's your take
on this?

I'm fine without the plaque.

[SIGHS]

Jonathan Levy?

Well, it's too early
to rule out murder.

The suicide note?
Form letter.

Any suspects?

The wife.
Not really.

Okay.

Open it up.

Go for it.
And, gentlemen,

stay in sync on this one.

[MIMICKING]
Stay in sync on this one.

Get off my desk.

Feeling a little
underappreciated, are we?

Who's got
a better record

than us,
anyway, huh?

Nobody.

Rosen and Franklin,
oh, yeah,

they deserved it...
again.

Those guys saw
more wood on the job

than most carpenters.

It's only a plaque
on a wall.

I got a wall.
I want a plaque, okay?

You should be
behind me on this.

A partners-of-
the-month citation

can be very valuable
during promotion review.

You gotta get a handle
on the big picture.

Speaking of which,

point of entry
is consistent with suicide,

but I can't confirm
until I get inside his head.

Also, I have to wait
for Forensics

to say they're his prints
on the gun.

Or hers.

She said she picked it up
when she found him.

Oh, nice story.
Very entertaining.

I give it three stars.

What about the absence
of a starburst pattern?

He held it away from his head.
You're thinking suicide?

All I'm saying
is it's possible.

You can't understand
someone else's life

unless you're living it.

People have demons.

People have enemies.

People have spouses.

She said she tried
to revive him.

LAMBERT:
Fits with what I see here.

Were we at the same house?

Separate bedrooms

because he works late?

Give me a break.

Their sex life had gone south,

and you know why?

He probably
came home late

after
a hard night's work

and, oh, she was just waiting
to go off.

Like he bought
the wrong cream cheese,

the regular, not the low-fat,

and she flips.

It's not like he forgot.

It's not like he didn't
make the effort.

It's just
whatever he did

wasn't good enough.

Cream cheese wrong. Oops!

Bang, dead.

Whether you pull
the trigger

or they do,
in this grand B-movie

we call life,
there is always a girl.

Cherchez la femme.

Hey, Schank--

Hey, you guys finish,
all right?

I'm gonna find out
about this guy's life

before they throw dirt
in his coffin.

Uh, is he okay?

I don't know.

Like you said, Nat,

do you ever really understand
anybody else's life?

He is your partner.

SCHANKE: Whether you pull
the trigger or they do,

in this grand B-movie
we call life,

there is always a girl.
Cherchez la femme.

What are you doing?

I had hoped to be
gone by now.

Did you really think
that we could share

all of eternity?

I thought
we were building something.

We have been building,
Nicholas,

longer than the Medicis.
Ninety-seven years

is longer than
any mortal marriage.

You... But we are not mortals.

Does that mean
we cannot change,

cannot grow, cannot want
something different?

Do not think that
this is easy, Nicholas,

or that I am without pain,

but it is enough.

It's time
for me to go.

LACROIX: Does everyone you see,

everything you taste and smell

remind you of her?

I know what it is.

You cannot accept
what you must.

That love is not eternal.

It's not even long-lived.

Let it die when it's exhausted.

[OVER RADIO]
Don't try to resuscitate it.

Let it go.

MAN:
You're not helping me much, Night Crawler.

In time, you'll see that I am.

I'm cleansing your wound,

waking you from a stupor.

Because of your grief,

you cannot see
that I'm an ally...

but in my way,
I love you all...

and I want your love back.

[FRANTIC KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[SIGHS]

Hello. How nice
to find you at home.

I hope you love pizza,
nature's perfect food.

[CHUCKLES]

It is hell to find
at 5 in the morning,

but I managed to find some
for my partner.

Oh, let's
fire up the oven

because the cheese,
it is coagulating.

You could have called.

Uh...great place.

You've got so much room here,
and a great fridge!

So much room in here too.

Come on!

Down a frosty.

Let's party
in this party crib!

Let's get dazed and confused.

Schank, I don't want
to be inhospitable,

but, uh, why
are you here?

Well, you know, I thought
we could shoot the breeze,

talk about the case,
do guy stuff.

Besides, I want to celebrate
with my partner.

We're friends, right?

What are we celebrating?

Only the single...

most wonderful moment
of my entire life.

What happened?

I did it.

I really did it.

I pink-slipped
the ball and chain.

♪ A life without a wife
Is a life without strife ♪

Myra...

Is history.

Partners always come through
in a pinch.

I knew I didn't have to ask.

Here are a couple of items

rescued from the wrath
of Hurricane Myra.

She was
throwing things.

Would you do me
the honors and, uh...

park my duck?

This isn't a joke, is it?
No, no, no, no, no.

The joke is,

I went this long
being suffocated

in the name of love.

From now on,

I live by Schanke's new creed.

Which is?

Life is a salad bar,

and most poor slobs
only grab one helping.

Ah-ah-ah.

I am swinging single.

The governor called.
I got my reprieve.

Unbelievable.

They didn't put
any garlic on the pizza.

Unbelievable.
You got some, right?

No, no, I don't have
any garlic, no.

You bachelors.

Never any food.

Hey! Now I'm one too.

[SIGHS]

Look, this...

This doesn't make
any sense.

What happened?

I came to my senses.

Yeah. I don't understand
her emotional needs.

Is she kidding?

After what I go through
every night on the street,

she's lucky
I don't come home,

shoot off the doorknob,

and burst in yelling,
"Freeze! Drop the gun!"

Schank, every couple
has their ups and downs.

I mean, I'm sure

if you took
all this stuff away

and went home right now,
all would be well.

You don't want me
to stay here.

Is that it?
It's not that.

It's okay. Just because I don't
have anywhere else to go

doesn't mean
I have to stay here.

I understand how it is.
It's not that.

It's just that--

Well, you know, I...

This is one room.

And you're used to that
big, beautiful house

that you and Myra have shared
together all these years.

Just call me
an incurable romantic,

but I'm sure
if you went home right now

and gave it
another chance...

It's over, Nick.

I wanted to come here
and tell you first

because you're my best friend.

You're my partner.

Schank, look.

No, hey, it's okay.

Don't sweat it.

I'll take a room
at the Y.

They're used to guys asleep,
clutching a weapon.

Look, Schank,
Schank, Schank.

Wait, wait.

You can stay
as long as you like.

You mean that?

Man, you are a pal.
You are a buddy.

We will talk.
We will party.

We will have some
heart-to-hearts.

We will party
some more,

and then we'll work,
we'll party

and we'll eat
some pizza.

We will cram
this place

with stewardesses.

or better still,
meter maids.

Hey, Rita!

Look at me.

I'm giddy, feckless,
and fancy-free.

I'm a bachelor,
my friend, a bachelor.

Free at last.

Thank God almighty,
I am free at last!

KNIGHT:
Just what is freedom?

Only the essence
of what we are,

the ability to go anywhere
and do anything.

To love anyone.

Within our limits, yes.

Nicholas, we cannot
define our lives

by mortal mores.

What we buy when
we give up the daylight

is a new set of rules.

Rules that ignore love.

Rules that broaden it.

This does not mean
that I don't love you,

that our time together
hasn't been wonderful.

Then why do you have to leave?

Because I am bored.

Because I feel
the need to move on.

Because you probably
feel it as well

but cannot admit it.

[SIGHS]

Oh, mon cheri.

Maybe one day,
our eyes will meet

and we will fall in love
all over again.

Hmm?

What makes you think
that I would take you back?

That.

SCHANKE:
Whoa, hold on here.

Are you her mother
or her attorney?

Yeah? Well, you're not my idea

of the perfect
son-in-law either.

[TURNS PHONE OFF]

Women, women, women.

Hey, buenas noches,
compadre.

Sleep okay?

Come and get it!

I took the liberty

of doing
some food shopping.

Ah.

[CHUCKLES]

What's wrong?

You don't like
your yolks broken?

I, myself, like them loose
and easy, kind of like my women.

[LAUGHS]

Actually,
it's better that way

because you get
all the cholesterol.

Cream is on the table.

I'll take mine black.

Great java, huh?

I love to cook, love it,
love it, love it.

As a matter of fact,
after work,

I'm gonna whip up
a little bit of my manicotti

with my creamy
Alfredo sauce.

It's okay,
Schanke.

Why don't you try some bacon.
It's that free-range stuff.

They let the little piggies
wander around on the farm,

and they get relaxed, happy,
and carefree, and then boom!

They slaughter them.
Schanke!

You get a better pork
product that way. Please?

[UTENSILS CLANG ON PLATE]

You're not gonna eat, are you?

No.

You're not gonna eat.

I'm not going to eat.
No eat.

No eat.

After everything I do.

From the bottom
of my heart.

After everything I've done,
you do not appreciate

a thing that I do
for you, do you?

Here or at work.

You know,

between you and Myra,

I feel very undervalued.

Mmm.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

I've got it.
Knight.

LAMBERT:
Sorry if I woke you up, but Schanke's phone's been busy.

He's been on the phone
to Myra's mother.

Something wrong?

He left Myra.

No.

Yeah, and moved
into my place.

Get out of town!

I might just have to.

He made me eggs and bacon
for breakfast.

Oh, come on,
you're almost 800 years old.

What's an egg?

Thank you.

And you called because...?

Well, I managed to get
inside Levy's head this morning,

and I got a fix

on the angle of entry.

And?
The shot came

from a 55-degree angle
above his head, Nick.

I'd have to say
it looks like murder.

Who else could it be?

A business associate,
a close friend.

At that time of night,
in his den?

Not a chance.

She whacked him,

and I'm gonna
tell you why.

He was getting some
on the side.

Ooh, that's
a pretty big jump.

Come on.

Wake up and smell
the corpses, my friend.

Fifty million-plus
in the kitty?

Tell me he wasn't
beating honeys off

with a stick.

Tell you something else.

Like your partner here,

he realized
a deep-seeded need

to assert
his independence.

and she couldn't handle it.

Maybe she was having the affair.

You nuts? Myra wouldn't dare.

Myra?

I didn't say, "Myra."
I said, "Victoria."

Now, whether
she killed him

to get rid of him

or killed him for revenge,

Victoria killed him.

Here it is.

Snob Hill.

[GLASSES CLINKING,
PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

You coming in?

His lawyer's a guy
named Jay Coulter.

I'm gonna
stay out here

and nose around
for him.

How are you,
how are you?

Jay Coulter?

Yes.

Nick Knight,
Metro Homicide.

Homicide?

Could I have
a word with you,

outside, please?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Excuse me.

Was he suicidal?

I'd say no,

but you never
really know people,

do you, detective?

You only think
you do.

Did he have
any enemies?

Jonathan?

Well, let's just say

he took no prisoners
when it came to business.

A lot of people
resented him.

Well, we'll have to see
the provisions of his estate.

My office.

I'll open the books.

Okay, just
one more thing.

Jonathan and his wife.

Their marriage,
was it falling apart?

Was there
another woman?

[SIGHS]

That, detective,
is what we lawyers call

"a gross
understatement."

Uh, excuse me, ma'am.

Nice service, huh?

Detective Schanke,
Metro Homicide.

[SCOFFS]

And you want
to question me here?

They train you
to be tasteless?

No, that's genetic.

They trained me
to be persistent.

Now, it might help
if I knew your name.

Might help what?

We're investigating
the possibility

that Jonathan Levy's death
wasn't a suicide, Miss...

Winwood. Julia Winwood.

What relationship

were you
to the deceased?

Why didn't you just

pass out questionnaires?

I'm a friend.

Everybody here
is a friend.

Close friend?

Close enough.

Did you work with him?

I'm...

I was his personal assistant.

In your opinion,
was he suicidal?

He had troubles,

like everyone,

things in his life
he wasn't happy about.

Like maybe his marriage?

I wouldn't know that.

Would I?

Now, if you don't mind,
I'm leaving.

Oh, by all means, Miss Winwood.

Her name
is Julia Winwood.

She was Jonathan's
personal assistant.

Very personal, if he had her
written into his will.

Did Victoria know?

About Julia?
I'm not sure.

I don't think
she knew

Jonathan had written her
into the estate.

How much was he
going to give her?

In the present will,
half of everything,

the other half
going to Victoria.

Frankly, I advised him
against it

until after
the divorce.

Why give Victoria
admission of adultery?

And there was gonna
be enough trouble

dividing the property.

There always is.

KNIGHT:
You had it painted for me.

Leonardo would want me
to keep it.

The painting is mine.
It was a gift.

To enjoy
when we were together.

So am I to take back everything
I've given you?

It's not the same.

It is exactly
the same.

Just because

it's your portrait

doesn't make it any more
significant to you.

It is as much a part of my life
as yours.

You're being very petty.

And you are tearing
my life apart.

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

The painting is mine.

Very well.

As a memento.

When I see Leonardo,
I will commission another.

Had he legally set
the divorce in motion?

I think he was about to,

but Jonathan...

Jonathan had
this annoying habit

of rethinking decisions,

of changing his mind.

I got a message from him
the night he died.

He wanted to meet with me
the next morning

to legally change
the entire estate.

He said
he finally figured out

what he wanted
in life.

Yeah, but when he died,
the will he left

split the estate
between the two women.

Yeah,
and personally,

I think Victoria should
consider herself lucky.

Because chances are,

I mean, he was about
to leave it all

to Julia Winwood.

Something wrong?

No.

What is it?

[SCOFFS]

You've done it again.

Done what?

That was gonna be my news.

I wanted to tell you that
Julia Winwood's the other woman.

So we both found out.

Yeah, but you had
to beat me to it,

and then you scooped me
with this news about the will.

It doesn't matter.

Of course it matters.

We're partners.

Oh, no, no, no.

With you,
it's always a competition.

You always, always

have to be first.

Would you slow down
so we can talk?

Why? Does it bother you
when I'm ahead?

Would you prefer that
I follow two steps behind?

Schank,
don't do this.

I think it's time
for a little off-loading here,

time for a little truth.

Why is it that you always
have to top me, huh?

Does it make you feel good
when I look bad?

We are in this
together.

We are partners.

So why'd you talk
to Coulter alone?

He was there. I grabbed
the opportunity.

To grab the glory
for yourself, like always.

Nick Knight, first one in.

Five minutes ahead
of all the troops.

No one knows
exactly how he does it,

but he's always there
to make the collar

while his Boston-baked-beans-
for-brains partner

brings up the rear.

Schanke,
you're being irrational.

No, I'm not.

For the first time in my life,

I am seeing things
absolutely clearly.

I don't have a partner.

I don't have a wife.

I'm everybody's doormat.

Do we have
a problem here?

Ask my partner.

I'm asking you,
detective.

We're having
a constructive debate.

About Levy,
I hope.

He was having an affair

with his
former assistant,

one Julia Winwood.

His lawyer said that Levy

was already preparing
for his divorce.

He was altering
his will.

Victoria found out, boom.
Goodbye, Jonathan.

Now, I vote

that we arrest her

before she it-splays.

Knight?

I don't know.

I'm having trouble
seeing her kill him.

I think Victoria was still
in love. It's a gut call.

Come on, Nick,
she was being dumped!

He was cutting her
out of the estate.

His lawyer only said
that Levy

had found what
he wanted in life.

He was changing
his will,

but he didn't
say how.

It's hearsay, anyway,
not grounds for an arrest.

Stay on it,
both of you,

and stop acting
like you're married.

Happy now?

You want me
to lie?

No, I want you
to back me.

Trust that I'm
onto something,

that I've got instincts,
a little bit of talent.

But obviously,

that's a little bit
too much to ask,

isn't it, partner?

MAN: Levy's computer
was password protected

like Madonna's
home phone number,

sentries
at all the gates.

Figure out one password,
you're in,

but try to cross-reference
the files, and boom!

"Who goes there?"
all over again.

There's 12 tiers of passwords
in all.

Looked up the whole Levy
family tree for half of them,

and since he wrote
his own programs,

you gotta learn
the language

before the damn things
will give you the time of day,

but...read it and weep.

The will.

That's affirmative.

What about
the kiss-off note, Harry?

It was on the machine,
but this struck me as funny.

Each file is dated

time and day,
as usual.

And?

The suicide note
was written two days

before Levy died.

KNIGHT:
All someone would have to do

is call up the file
and hit the print button.

The shooter
could easily have done that

before the maid arrived.

SCHANKE:
My money's still on the wife.

The assistant would have
better access to the machine

and to the passwords.

Than someone who lives
in the house with him?

Oh, please.

What's the will say?

Same as before, 50-50.

After you.

No, no, no.

Snakes and traitors
first.

After you.

I had access to everything
except that computer.

It was Jonathan's
private domain.

But he trusted you.

He loved me,

as I'm sure you already know.

The fact is,

we were talking about marriage.

Did you know that he
made provisions for you

in the will?

It doesn't surprise me.

He was a very generous man.

Did Victoria know
that Jonathan wanted a divorce?

I assume they discussed it, yes.

Look, I'm not a home wrecker.

Jonathan assured me
his marriage troubles had begun

long before
we fell in love.

It's painful
when long relationships end.

I know.
I've been through it.

But we were in love.

I never doubted for a moment
that Jonathan loved me.

SCHANKE:
Did you know about your husband's affairs?

Business
as well as personal?

We never discussed
his work or money.

We had separate accounts.

His fortune was his own.

I do know that most
of what he had

was kept
in investments.

Any liquid assets he had,

he kept in a numbered
Swiss account

that even
I can't access.

Did you have the passwords
to his computer?

They asked me that
before they took it away.

Of course not.

As for his indiscretions,

yes, I knew that Jonathan
had extra-marital liaisons.

Did you know
about Julia Winwood?

Yes.

Schank.

Did you know
that your husband

was gonna leave everything
to her in his will?

My God.

No, I did not.

You had no right
to ask her that.

It's speculation.

We don't know how he was
gonna change the will.

It was worth it,
just for her reaction.

It looked to me
like she didn't know.

So she's
a good actress.

Now, why can't we
loosen it up,

do things my way
for a change?

Because you're allowing
your personal crisis

to interfere
with your job.

Crisis? What crisis?

Schank, your marriage
is falling apart.

You're transferring
your frustration with Myra

onto Victoria Levy.

Oh, please, spare me
the whip, Dr. Freud.

You know,
my personal life

is in no way
affecting my objectivity

in this case.

That's a lie,
and you know it.

So I'm a liar now. Is that it?

Well, let me tell you
something...

and you can take this
to the bank.

We're through.

As of first thing
tomorrow morning,

I am requesting
immediate reassignment.

No argument here.

You know, I might as well resign
and move up to the Yukon.

I'll get a warmer reception

from the Eskimos.

Inuit Aboriginals.

Oh, how insensitive of me.

How can you work with such
a politically-incorrect boor?

I don't know.

Well, after tomorrow,
you won't have to.

You won't have Don Schanke
to kick around anymore.

You won't be able to use me
for a doormat,

you and Myra.

LACROIX:
Did you really expect

that she would stay
with you forever?

I want you to be
painfully honest.

I loved her.

This has nothing to do
with love.

This has to do with moving on.

Immortals cannot cling
like lichen to the stone.

It is our nature,
our imperative

to wander
throughout the world,

throughout time.

We either change and grow,

or we wither and die...

inside.

And wouldn't that

be eternal hell?

Let her go,
Nicholas.

There's plenty more love
left in the world.

[RINGING]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

KNIGHT: Knight.

Nicholas.

Your friend is here.

Schanke.

What's he doing
at the Raven?

He's scaring away my customers.

[SIGHS]

Keep an eye on him till
I get there. And, Janette...

Go easy on him.

He's going through
a rough time.

[SIGHS]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Janette?

Detective Knight,

it's Jay Coulter,
Jonathan Levy's attorney.

You asked me to keep an eye out.

I just found something,
well, weird.

A very large transfer of funds

from Jonathan's Swiss account

to another
in the Caymans.

That's unusual?

It was done after he died,

just a few hours ago.

Victoria Levy doesn't have
access to the account?

As far as I know.

Whoo!

[INSTRUMENTAL DANCE MUSIC
PLAYING]

Hey, hey, hey, barkeep,

do not be stingy
with these little umbrellas,

because tonight
I am partying.

An off-duty cop!

It's getting
very late, isn't it?

Later than you think.

Hey, did you know
that friendship was dead?

Along with...
loyalty, love, and Elvis.

All dead.

Muerte.

What is this thing?

Oh, yeah, it's a gift
from the light of my life.

She gave it to me

the day I graduated
from the police academy.

It's a duck.

As in, remember to...

when the bullets start flying.
Get it?

Sweet.

Myra let me down.

Nick let me down.

Just once, somebody let me up?

What if I let you out?

Hey, drinky, drinky, drinky.

[HICCUPS]

Ah...
You know,

I can really see
you two together.

You must have been
really something, once.

It was a very long
time ago.

I know when.

In college, right?

No, actually,

it was closer
to the Renaissance.

You know, I can't believe
how a guy like Nick

let a beautiful woman like you
slip through his net.

Unbelievable.

If he was here,

I would hit him
upside the head!

Thank you.

But, in fact,

it was me
who walked out on him.

Oh, you and me both.

I walked out on Myra.

Why'd you leave?

I had my reasons.

She's always
singing show tunes

around the house.

Show tunes, show tunes,
show tunes.

It drives me crazy.

He was smothering me.

I love her so much it scares me.

I couldn't accept the depth
of his feeling for me.

I wasn't used to that.

So, what choice
do we have?

It's an act of
self-preservation.

Yeah, exactly.

We did the right
thing, you know?

It's not like
I miss her.

It's just a habit,
really.

Yeah, well, maybe
sometimes I...

I think
I hear her voice.

Or I see his face in a crowd.

Or call her name out loud.

Or remember the softness
of his kiss.

Is it me,

or did we just
walk into a Sinatra song?

Well, in that case,

it's time
to go home,

isn't it?

[LAUGHS]

You don't understand.

I do not have a home
to go to...

because I've been
a five-star,

major league,
Olympic-sized--

Jerk?

No, man.

Hombre!

Why do we do it?

We find a fantastic woman
like Myra, we...

We marry her,

kicking and screaming
all the way to the altar,

and we think, "Uh-oh.

We lost all our options."

We convince ourselves
that we're missing something,

that there's something
better out there,

and then we,
one day, leave.

We reclaim our independence.

What a joke.

What happens to a person

when they leave
the love of their lives

looking for cheap,
quick thrills?

In my case,
usually homicide.

Exactly!

We ruin our lives
throwing away

the one decent thing
we've ever had.

And what can we
do then?

I'll tell you
what you can do.

You realize your mistake,
you beg for forgiveness,

and you give her

everything that you've got,
and then you--

Wait a minute.

Everything
that you've got...

like the entire estate.

Oh, my God.
That's what happened.

That's what
he was gonna do.

Listen-- Oh...
I need some coffee.

Are you gonna
see Nick?

He's supposed to come down.

Okay, all right.

Tell him I solved this one
all by myself.

I figured out
what Levy wanted in his life.

He wanted to stay married
to his wife.

Oh, yes.

Yes, yes.

Out of my way!

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

SCHANKE: Police,
Miss Winwood.

Oh, damn it.

JANETTE:
That's all he told me.

He said that you'd
know what it means.

It means he thinks
Julia Winwood's a killer.

She's already killed one man
for money.

She's not gonna let a cop
stand in her way.

Do me a favor, will you?
Call dispatch.

I want backup units
sent to this address.

Tell them code three.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Good evening, detective.

Hello.
You, uh...

spare a minute?

Actually, I'm traveling tonight.

Really? Little vacation?

Business.

Ah.

You know, I, uh...

I have some pictures
of some suspects

I'd like you
to take a look at.

Get your hand
off the gun.

Get in here. Move!

WINWOOD:
Put your hands up.

You think I won't shoot you?

No. No, uh...

I'm very frightened.

Believe me, lady, I am.

You, uh, shot Jonathan Levy,

and you were
sleeping with him.

We hardly know
each other.

That makes me
completely disposable.

Don't screw
around with me.

Nice going, Schank.

SCHANKE: Nick Knight,
always the first one in.

No one knows how he does it.
Grabbing all the glory.

[SIGHS]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

Third floor.

Ladies' lingerie,
shoes, handbags,

and police custody.

KNIGHT:
Are you okay?

For an interesting change
of routine, you're late.

[SIREN WAILING]

SCHANKE: Come on,
we all got troubles.

Who does not
have troubles, huh?

That is part
of a relationship.

Ups and downs,
ups and downs,

that is all part
of the cycle.

The cycle of life,
mon amis...

but you gotta
see through that.

You gotta just catch
your stride

so that the grass
on the other side of the fence

doesn't look so green...

and believe me,
beneath that grass

there is a lot
of pungent fertilizer.

Sometimes
it's even AstroTurf.

Phony, unreal.

So in closing...

Well, so, in closing,
I would just like to say...

thanks for this honor.

I mean...

[INHALES DEEPLY]

It's really, really nice
to be appreciated,

and it's even nicer to know

that my partner
is Nick Knight.

[TEPID APPLAUSE]

Oh, you're too kind.

Thanks, Schank.

Hey, I meant it.

So are you gonna
celebrate?

Yeah, I'm taking Myra
to the Trattoria Roma

for some puttanesca Gorgonzola,

and I'm gonna get down
on my hands and knees

and beg her to sing tunes
from West Side Story.

You know, if you're not busy,

you are welcome.

No, I'd just
get in the way.

Besides, I've got
my own making up to do.

Isn't it great? "In recognition
of meritorious service

and outstanding achievement..."

Blah, blah, blah.
Blah, blah, blah.

"This award is hereby presented
to the investigative team

of Nicholas Knight
and Donald...Shanke?"

Shanke? S-H-A-N-K-E?

Oh, man.

Captain!

Eternal friends?

Maybe more.

[♪]

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