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I choose to believe
that it was David.

He would have inherited
over $80 million.

Can I interest
you in a nightcap?

Yes.

So did your little
San Francisco honey

get off all right?

She did, right on time.

You thinking maybe you'd
like to have a blonde partner?

You win some, you lose some.

Hold it, police!

Is there anything
else I can offer you?

I think you already have.

How you like the food, Joe?

Oh, that food was great.

Heh-heh.

I don't know why you say that.

It's, good wine.

- Yeah, that was great.
- Good for you.

Give me a sec.

I got that here somewhere.

Joe.

Oh, there it is.

Yeah.

I'll drive.

Oh, I can drive.

Joe!

That's great.

Where's Hendricks now?

He went to go wait in the car.

Joe Ellis was a private eye.

Private eye, huh?

Damn world's not safe
for anybody involved.

Let's go talk to Hendricks.

Did you see anybody in there?

No.

I thought you said Hendricks
was in the back of that car.

Well, that's where I left him.

And he's not there.

He's not?

No.

Uh, excuse me.

You can understand that I had
to calm down everybody inside.

What... when... when... when is all
this going to be taken care of?

We're gonna be outta
as soon as we can.

Now, listen, you
said Hendricks was

a regular for this restaurant?

He comes here quite often.

The dead man, I've
never seen before.

But Mr. Hendricks said that
it was a good friend of his.

Did anybody stop by their table

while they were
having their meal?

Not that I saw.

I must... I must really
go back inside now.

I wanna talk to you
a little bit later on.

I'll be there.

You know, if I
were Mr. Hendricks,

I wouldn't have
hung around here.

Yeah, why's that?

Because I think the shot was
intended for Mr. Hendricks.

Why do you say that?

The man who got shot was drunk.

Now, he stumbled in
front of Mr. Hendricks

just as the shot was fired.

So how are we doing?

I think we're in.

You don't think
this guy took Philip

Marlowe too seriously, do you?

Hah.

This guy's a real
detective's detective.

Don't tell me, a bottle.

Got three of 'em.

Two of 'em aren't empty.

Well, everything in its place
and a place for everything.

Aren't these attractive?

What size are they?

Hey, I live right.

Hendricks, David.

Nada, hombre.

Hm, "to Joe Ellis."
Looks like a check.

Hm.

It's from David Hendricks.

There's an answering machine
on the phone back here.

Did you check it out?

Yeah, I listened to it.

It's blank.

Think he erased it?

What are you doing here?

Who are you people?

I'm Sergeant Hunter.

This is Sergeant McCall.

Metropolitan Homicide.

- Where's David?
- Who are you?

What are you doing here?

What's happened?

Well, who were you?

I'm Jill Tyler, David's fiance.

And I want to know
what's going on.

Where's David?

And who let you in here?

Do you have a search warrant?

Yeah.

Well, I'd like to see it.

This says "Joe Ellis"
for an address on Pico.

I want you out of here.

Why?

I don't have to answer that.

You are here illegally,
and I want you out.

Now!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We are not here illegally.

David Hendricks fled the
scene of a crime, a homicide,

I might add.

And we went to find
him in his office.

He wasn't there,
so we came here.

You didn't have the
right to break in here.

Will you shut up a minute?

We came to the back door and
it was open, so we came inside.

Which we had every right to
do under the circumstances.

We found evidence that
Hendricks packed a suitcase

and he let himself
out the back door.

You know Joe Ellis?

Yes.

And did you know that he
was shot to death last night?

David didn't kill him.

Joe was working for David.

Yeah, what was he working on?

I don't think I
should answer that.

Hendricks left the
scene after the shooting.

We haven't found him.

Now, we think he's
in a lot of danger.

That's why we're here.

Look, I haven't heard anything
from David since yesterday.

It's not like him to go out
all night without calling me.

What kind of danger?

Well, we think
he might have been

the intended victim last night.

Was anybody after him?

Yes, his stepmother.

She pushed David's father
out of a 16th story window

three weeks ago
in San Francisco.

Pretty nice view from up here.

Depends on which
way you're looking.

Sergeant Foster,
was it night or day

when he was pushed out of here?

We haven't proved
yet that he was pushed.

He may have jumped.

Well, Was there any
basis for that theory?

He just suffered a
severe emotional trauma.

He and his wife had been
married a couple of years

and were expecting a baby.

Revitalized his whole life.

Apparently, that was all he
could talk about, becoming

a father again at his age.

He was 63.

His wife suffered a
miscarriage two days

before he went out this window.

How old was she?

29, I think.

Anyway, the problem is
there were no witnesses.

No one saw him come
into this hotel,

and he had no known
reason for being here.

Well, where was his
wife when this happened?

Still in the hospital.

I guess you know her
stepson thinks Mrs. Hendricks

tried to kill her husband.

I know he hasn't been
shy about saying that.

But not only was she in
the hospital at the time,

there is no evidence
of any motive.

Although Mr. Hendricks
was a very wealthy man,

so there is a whole
lot of money at stake.

Do you think you could
possibly, uh, arrange it so we

could meet Miss Hendricks?

Sure, she's been
very cooperative.

Look, can we just get some
lunch in the coffee shop

first, though?

Going from there.

Sure.

Cooperative.

Very, very cooperative.

Are you talking about Mrs.
Hendricks or Sergeant Foster?

You cannot stand it
when there's a beautiful

woman around, can you?

Another beautiful woman.

Nice save.

Mm-hm.

It sure was.

I'll let them explain when
they get there, Mrs. Hendricks.

They'll appreciate
your seeing them.

And thanks.

She's home, and she
said to come right over.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

No, no.

Shall we, girls?

Your cut of this is about 9.75.

Leave her a good tip.

She was great.

Since we're dealing
with a woman who's

lost a baby and a husband
in the last three weeks,

we'll keep it as brief
and painless as possible.

You've been dealing with her.

Why don't you just
take the lead.

I don't think you'll
have to pussyfoot.

If her husband was murdered,
she wants to know who and why.

My husband held onto that
stock for over 20 years.

Now, you'll have
to give me a better

reason than that to sell it.

Yes, Arnold.

That's my decision.

I will speak with you later.

Thank you.

Ah, yes.

Sergeant Foster, hello.

Yes, Mrs. Hendricks.

This is Sergeant McCall
and Sergeant Hunter.

- Hello.
- I'm Sam.

How are you?
- How are you?

I understand you want to talk
to me about David Hendricks?

Yes, David Hendricks
disappeared the other night

after an his was shot
to death out in front

of a Los Angeles restaurant.

And you think David did it?

No, no.

We don't think he did it.

We think he was scared and
took off because, well,

he might have thought the
shot was meant for him.

Well, I can't imagine who
would try to kill David.

He's a wimp.

I mean, David doesn't have
any friends or enemies.

He's, um... he's like I said.

He's a wimp.

Do you think there
could be any connection

with what happened to David
and the death of your husband?

David certainly is connected
with my husband's death.

I believe he hired
someone to do it.

He denied that,
Mrs. Hendricks,

while attached to a polygraph.

Which proves nothing!

Money, however, buys whatever
services you want it to.

And David thought there
was a fortune at stake.

His fortune.

Can you clarify that?

What do you mean?

David was afraid that his
father would change his will

once our baby was born.

Are... are you saying
that David didn't know

about the miscarriage?

It wasn't front page news.

But that's not all
he didn't know.

He didn't know that his father
had already changed his will.

Are you talking about
leaving a share of the estate

to the unborn child?

Leaving all of the estate to me,

with provisions for a trust fund
for David of $100,000 annually.

You don't think your husband
tried to kill himself, do you?

No.

John was not the kind of
man to commit suicide.

Someone killed him, and I choose
to believe that it was David.

He would have inherited
over $80 million

from his father's old will.

David chooses to
believe she did it.

I think the key to that puzzle
is who took a shot at David.

Well, we might be able to
answer that question for you

better down in Los Angeles.

Look, would you feel
that I was intruding

if I asked to join you there?

Well, not at all.

I think we can extend
you that courtesy.

Besides, I think
we could always use

an extra pair of eyes and ears.

Right, Sergeant?

Right.

And what else?

You both questioned her, right?

I mean, she'd recognize
either of you.

Yeah, she sure would.

So while you're in there, how
about ordering us some lunch,

huh?

Hamburger for me, and a head
of lettuce for the big guy.

OK.

Yeah, I will.

OK, bye.

Well, a day in the
life of Jill Tyler.

Pretty fascinating.

I think I'm going to call
in for some shift relief.

I guess I'll go home and
do something real exciting,

like watch my plants grow.

Sorry today was such a bust.

Hey, I've been a
cop for nine years.

I know the routine.

I just don't know how
long my department

is gonna let me
stay down here if I

don't come up with something.

Well, maybe tomorrow
will be better for us.

Which still leaves tonight.

Yes, it does.

Where does a hungry unmarried
woman eat dinner in this town?

Oh, come on, not that one.

"How did a nice girl like me?"

You know, I could ask
you the same question.

Yeah, but you're more
interesting than I am.

Well, first I tried
selling, and then office work,

and then more selling.

And finally one day
I had to face it...

I wanted to be a cop.

I don't know.

Something about the
thrill of the chase.

- The thrill of the what?
- Oh, you know, chasing the...

The unexpected, the
unpredictable, the exciting.

I see what you mean.

I knew you would.

You know, my room has got one
of those refrigerators full

of tiny, little liquor bottles.

Can I interest
you in a nightcap?

Yes.

Here we are.

I'll bet that you are not really
a drinking man, are you, Rick?

No, I'm not.

Is there anything
else I can offer you?

I think you already have.

So did your plants
grow last night?

Not an inch.

Yours?

Here she comes.

Well, wherever she's
going, she's in a big hurry

to get there.

She's probably late
for a manicure in Malibu.

If she drives all the
way to San Francisco,

just drop me off.

Hi.

Hi.

I missed you.

Oh, I missed you.

How are you?

I'm OK now.

I'm dying of
boredom, but I'm OK.

Answer it.

Who is it?

Miss Tyler, it's
Sergeant McCall.

Miss Tyler, open up the door!

We know David
Hendricks is in there.

We have a warrant
for his arrest!

Stall 'em, stall 'em.

Hold it, police!

I'm a police officer!

Police?

Why the hell didn't you say so?

Come on.

Why are you so convinced
that she tried to kill you?

You think it really makes that
much of a difference to Mrs.

Hendricks whether or not
you're dead or alive?

It sure as hell does.

She was scared to death
when she found out

that I hired Joe Ellis to
prove she killed my father.

Did Joe Ellis find anything?

Yeah, you're damn right, he did.

You found out that she had
a lover, for one thing.

A longtime lover.

The San Francisco Police
Department cannot find anything

to support that, Mr. Hendricks.

Are you telling me your
private investigator was doing

a better job than we were?

Hey, however it
sounds to you, Sergeant.

Sounds to me like Joe Ellis was

feeding you a load of garbage
to keep the checks coming in.

Did he give you any evidence?

The man's name, for instance?

No, No!

But he'd have found
it, given enough time.

Can't you see what happened?

Casey got her boyfriend to
take care of my dad's murder

for her.

Oh, she was a very
persuasive woman.

She got my dad to marry
three weeks after they met!

Well, we understood that your
father was very much in love

with her.

Yeah, he probably was.

And the pitiful thing is, he
was so damn proud of that baby.

It probably wasn't even his.

Mrs. Hendricks was scared to
death with the loss of the baby

that David's father would
change the will back to the way

it was before she got pregnant.

You know, we have got
a load of theories here

and nothing to
prove any of them,

which is exactly where I
started three weeks ago.

See, that's why
I hired Joe Ellis,

and why I'm gonna hire somebody
else to take his place.

My father's money
doesn't mean squat to me.

I got money of my own!

And I'm willing to spend
every damned dime of it

to prove that Casey,
my stepmother,

had my father killed.

In the meantime, where
can we contact you?

Will you be going
back to your house?

No, I'll be
staying out of sight.

I'll be staying here until
I can find someplace else.

That is, if I can get your word
that this address isn't gonna

show up on some police report.

You've got our word.

Whose place is this?

It belongs to a friend of mine.

He's out of the country.

He doesn't even know
I'm usually the place.

Breaking and entering?

I didn't break anything.

I know where he hides the key.

I'm staying here
with you tonight.

No, you're not.

Look, we've already
had this out.

You're going home.

David!

And staying there.

I don't want anybody else
following you out here.

Look, unless there are
any more questions, I...

Jill and I'd like to
be alone for a while.

Certainly.

I've been wondering why is
it that nobody seems to believe

his father committed suicide.

Half my department
thinks he did.

But you don't.

I don't know.

All I know for sure is that it's
time I got back to the city.

Not your city, mine.

Thanks for everything.

You ever get up my way
again, give me a call.

We'll do better than that.

We'll keep in close touch
until this awful thing's

taken care of, won't we?

Bye-bye.

You thinking maybe you'd like
to have a blonde partner?

Gee, I'm sorry
you hate her guts.

Hunter, I don't know her
well enough not to like her.

I just wonder how she
can afford a Cacharel

suit on a cop's salary.

Zombies?

Yes, they are my servants.

Did you think we
could do it alone?

In their lifetime,
they were my enemies.

Mr. Hendricks,
it's Sergeant Foster.

You scared the hell outta me.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to.

May I come in?

By all means.

I'm alone.

So what's up?

You found something.

No, but I'm going back to
San Francisco on the 11:00

PM flight tonight, and I'd like
to go over some notes with you.

Notes?
What notes?

You people haven't done anything
to make any notes about.

Now, Mr. Hendricks, I
don't think that's very fair.

We have all worked
extremely hard on this case.

And if you will just go over
a few puzzling points with me,

I am sure we will be that much
closer to solving this thing.

OK, I'm sorry.

I guess I got a
little cabin fever.

What are you drinking?

Scotch.

Strong, single still scotch.

She want some?

Sure.

Might help warm up
the climate in here.

We have something in common.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

Old movies.

I hate old movies.

Now, about your questions.

Thank you.

The last time you
spoke to your father

was three days before
his death, correct?

Yes.

We spoke at least twice a week.

We were very close.

Yes, your phone
records verify that.

But there were no records
of any phone calls in or out

on the night your father died.

Why should there be?

Jill was with me that night.

And I'd talked to my father
a couple of nights before.

You told Sergeant Hunter you
have a handgun and a permit.

May I see them both, please?

Why?

What does this got
to do with this case?

Humor me, Mr. Hendricks.

Please.

I suppose you
want the permit too?

I don't think that
will be necessary.

It's all my fault.
I led them to him.

Jill, you didn't
lead anybody here.

It's not your fault.

The fact is, Miss
Tyler, it looks

as if David killed himself.

You had nothing to do with it.

I left David at 9:00 last
night, and he was fine.

Fine!

He didn't kill himself.

Cases like this drive me crazy.

Why?
What do you mean?

Well, you're sure
you're onto the answer,

and suddenly the whole
thing turns to sludge.

So you think he killed himself?

No forced entry, his
own gun in his own hand,

a prime suspect
in a murder case?

Could be.

Well, we have a
definite MO here.

I think the killer tries to
make it look like suicide,

and that makes him
one deliberate killer.

You know, I don't
think we'll ever know.

You know, guys you win
some, you lose some.

It hurts, but comes
with the territory.

Sometimes, the bad guys
just get away with it.

Ain't that the truth.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Allow me.

So did your little
San Francisco honey

get off all right?

Sure did, right on time.

That's nice.

What is it about
your attitude here?

What is it about
your piercing whistle?

I'm going home.

Good.

I'll walk you to your car.

Come on.

Be still my heart.

Well, you win
some, you lose some.

I wonder who said that?

Well, you're a cop.

You ought to know that by now.

Do you really think
that David Hendricks

tried to kill himself?

And what if I do?

I'm gonna try to get
myself a new partner.

You won't find
one as cute as me.

I think you're right.

So what makes you
think he didn't do it?

I dunno.
How much time you got?

How much time you need?

He had a beautiful
fiancee and a bank balance

that either one of us
would kill for, right?

Yes.

A few hours before he's killed,

he tells us he's gonna
spend every cent he has find

the guy that killed his father.

Now, does that sound
like someone who's

gonna blow his brains out?

It's probably best
we both sleep on this.

Together.

Oh,

I'm coming!

Who is it?

Don Johnson!

Hah.

You wish.

Nightly.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

What, mud wrestling
over for the evening?

I've been thinking.

Want applause?

You go to bed dressed like
that every single night?

That is going to remain
one of life's little secrets.

Uh, before I start, I
must have some coffee.

What, do you see
a sign outside that

says "open all night"?

You know, Valerie
Foster is very strange.

She didn't wanna
go steady or what?

I'm gonna plunge
right into this, OK?

Fine, plunge.

Now, you know
Valerie and I, we...

Yes, I know.

Don't get me wrong.

It was OK.

I don't wanna hear the details.

But she acted very
strange about it.

Uh...

So get to the point.

She was faking it.

You know, they're gonna be
serving ice water in hell

before I ever confide in you
about anything I do again.

Really.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

Really, I am.

Hunter, but listen.

Do you really think that you can
tell when a woman is faking it?

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Hunter, she chose
to go to bed with you.

So why would she fake it?

To get closer to me.

Well, she certainly did that.

She thought I was gonna be
one of those after sex talkers,

to find out what you
and I were doing,

what we knew about the case.

And how about the fact that
she was pushing that suicide

deal on us?
Come on.

I mean, you and I both
know David Hendricks

did not shoot himself, right?

Welcome back, partner.

Well, I was never away.

Well, that's debatable.

How about that coffee now, huh?

Fine.

And right after the coffee,
I think we should go to San

Francisco to check her out.

Can I change first?

I like the way
you are right now.

What are we, about 21 miles
outside of San Francisco?

You think she's headed
back to Los Angeles?

I don't think so.

Not the way she's dressed.

She's got herself a date.

Ah, she's slowing down.

Bet I know what
you're thinking about.

Think it's that boyfriend,
the one the private eye

talked about?

No.

Well, what?

I think we're
gonna see them now.

OK, so which one of
us gets to sleep first?

You.

Me?

Why am I the lucky one?

Why not?

I mean, it's not because,
you know, I'm a woman.

I'm the weaker sex and all that.

You wanna go to the moon?

No.

Get in the back.

Oh, you're trying
to make up, huh?

Yeah, just go to sleep.

OK, wake me up in three
hours or if they leave.

Whichever comes first.

I'll wake you up
when I get tired.

OK, fine.

Gee, what is your
problem anyway?

What, do you think she's in
there faking it with him?

Give me my coat back!

I was only...

Give me the coat back!

I was only kidding!

Geez.

Good night.

Good night.

Geez.

Hey, I'm hungry.

Where you wanna eat?

At the marina?

Looks cold out, Val.

When do I get my mink?

As soon as the dust clears.

But you will look
better in sable.

Who wouldn't?

Thank God this is over.

Amen to that.

Good morning.

Hello.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right...

There is no need to read
us our rights, thank you.

Neither of us has any
intention of saying

anything to either of you.

Well, then maybe you
ought to call a lawyer.

Casey, I want you to get in
the car and go directly home.

Do not talk to
anyone on the phone,

and do not let anyone in.

There is something I have
to do, and I'll be by later.

There is nothing to worry about.

Just do as I say.

Go!

Well, that tells me
all I need to know.

Yeah, what's that?

You never would have
let her drive off if you

thought you had anything.

Well, we do have this...

You and a principal
in a homicide

know each other intimately.

You can't prove that.

We spent a few hours
together at her beach house.

That is not even a misdemeanor.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, I got a bag to pack.

And don't try to
follow me when I go.

I'll be on red light and siren.

Getting good, isn't it?

Let's take her in, just
for the hell of it.

Let's not.

I'm starving.

We can have breakfast.

At least we can make that stick.

Yeah, come on.

I think we found out who killed
Hendricks, senior and junior.

We've got two suspects
and one problem.

The problem is,
one of the suspects

turns out to be a San
Francisco police officer.

You gotta be
putting me on, Hunter.

No, I'm not.

Now, if we take
this puny evidence

we have to the San
Francisco police,

they're going to
laugh in our faces.

So what I'd like to do is
kind of avoid those people.

And do what?

Well, we're not sure yet.

Is McCall there?

Yes.

Put her on.

He doesn't trust me.

Yeah, Captain?

I asked Hunter.

Now I'm gonna ask you.

What is your game plan?

Well, um, right now we
really don't have one.

Uh, we think they might
have gotten away with it.

Hello?

You still there?

McCall, are you sure and
Hunter are in full possession

of all your marbles?

Well, maybe not.

Uh, we haven't had
anything to eat yet

and we spent the night in
a rented car, you know?

McCall, I'll tell you what.

You and Hunter go out and have
a nice, wholesome breakfast.

Talk your problem over.

Maybe come up with
an idea or two.

Then call me back.

Would you like to do that?

Yes, sir.

He doesn't trust me either.

Good, let's eat.

Who is it?

It's Sergeant
McCall, Mr. Hendricks.

I'd like to speak with you.

No, I'm sorry, I
can't talk to you.

Just go away.

Mrs. Hendricks, I
will do all the talking.

You don't have to say a word.

No!

Mrs. Hendricks, if you
don't talk with me now,

I can go and get a court
order and come back later.

You'll have to do a whole lot
more than just listen to me.

I don't have to say anything?

Not if you don't want to.

This is as far as you get.

Valerie's gonna tell you that
there's nothing to worry about.

She's wrong.

You'll be real surprised,
Mrs. Hendricks,

at what's going to come out.

I'm talking about
everything that Valerie's

been putting a cork into.

We're going to assume that
your friend, Sergeant Foster,

did the actual killing.

And we could assume,
for argument's sake,

that you were completely
unaware of what she was doing.

I have nothing to say.

Mrs. Hendricks, my
partner followed Valerie

when she left the beach house.

For all I know, he's
talking to her right

now, trying to get
her to cop a plea.

And I think he'll have
a real good chance

of doing that since they slept
together when she came to LA.

Now, if Valerie
plea bargains, she

could get off with a nice,
little short and sweet

sentence, in
exchange for helping

the DA put you away for life,
not to mention the gas chamber.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

I have nothing to say.

Are you finished?

She's a cop, Casey.

She knows all the tricks.

Now, we can only
deal with one of you,

and we would like
to deal with you.

Now, Casey, you don't
have to say anything.

Whatever you say could be used
against you in a court of law,

and you do have the right
to have an attorney present.

But you also retain the right
to speak with me if you choose.

All right, thank you
for talking with me.

And Casey, do yourself a favor
and think about it, all right?

You think about it.

She listened.

I think she was about
ready to talk too.

And you read her her rights?

And that, as they say, was that.

Who is it?

It's me.

I thought you'd never get here.

One of those cops,
McCall, she was here.

You let her in?

No, I... I talked
with her at the door.

She threatened to
get a court order!

You're an idiot.

She said with you off the
case and somebody else on it,

all kinds of things would come
out that you had covered up.

That is cop talk, Casey.

What did you say to her?

Nothing.

I am not an idiot, Val.

Casey, everything
is gonna be fine.

I went and saw Thomas Byrne.

He is the best criminal
lawyer in the country.

What did you go see him for?

Hey, baby, we may
not be in heavy danger,

but we will probably
need a lawyer.

Then again, maybe not.

Valerie, you said
there's no way we can lose,

baby, because I'm on
the inside looking out.

Isn't that how it went?

We won't lose.

Hunter and McCall know about us.

That's all.

Listen, if they had
had any hard evidence,

they would have copped
us both this morning.

Then why did you
go see that lawyer

without talking to me first
and tell him the whole story?

Hey, chill out!

Lawyers need to know the facts.

And just what were those
facts that you told him, Val?

That we both did it?

That we're both guilty?

What the hell is this?

Or did you tell the truth?

That you pushed John
out that window,

and you killed David after
screwing up the first try,

that the whole thing was your
idea because you were a cop

and could guarantee results?

What the hell are
you trying to do,

convince yourself you had
nothing to do with this?

Now, we may get some
publicity we didn't count on.

We're gonna be OK.

Everything we planned is
gonna come out just fine.

No, Valerie!

Everything you planned!

And it's all coming apart.

Don't hit her again.

Turn around and put your
hands behind your back.

Deedee, look in my purse.

You'll find a key
in the side pocket.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You also have the right to
have an attorney present.

If you give up that
right, anything you say

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

It's the key to locker number
67, Peninsula Athletic Club.

You'll find a tape I made.

The tape will tell you who
planned this whole thing

from start to finish.

So if there's gonna be
any plea bargaining here,

you better come to me first,
or you won't have a case.

It's too dangerous.

MRS. HENDRICKS: It'll work.

It'll look like suicide.

If they suspect
anyone, it'll be David.

It's murder, baby.

It's necessary for us.

Look, you know how
the cops think,

Valerie, what they look for.

And with any luck,
you could even

get yourself put on the case.

Casey, that's a long shot.

It's foolproof, Val.

Please, please,
say you'll help me.

Oh, we can have it all, Valerie.

You and me and $80 million.

God help us both, Casey.

I'll do it.

MRS. HENDRICKS: Oh, Val.

I think that
pretty much nails it.

Don't you, partner?
- It certainly does, partner.

I think it was one of our better
jobs, if I do say so myself.

Yeah, I think so.

I just have one
question, though.

I know why Valerie jumped
in the sack with you.

She... I mean, she wanted
to get as close to what we

were doing as possible, right?

But what I don't get is,
I didn't think that you

were into one night stands.

Why'd you fall for that?

I can't believe
you asked me that.

It's very personal.

It is.

There's certain
things men talk about

and certain things
men don't talk about.

That's one of them.

I will tell you this, though.

I hated myself in the morning.