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DEE DEE MCCALL My husband

was murdered by this man.

I want $1 million for every year I spent inside.

I shot your husband.

You got that?

IA has instructed me to put you under suspension.

Moody's ruined your life once already.

Don't let him do it again.

Drop the gun, lady.

I'm a cop.

I said, drop it.

You were found on that roof with a gun in your hand.

The DA thinks you're guilty as hell.

I swear to God, I'll see you to the gas chamber.

Oh, god.

No.

My husband, Detective Sergeant Steve McCall,

was murdered in cold blood by this man

less than five years ago.

With all due respect and sympathy to Sergeant McCall,

the charge is manslaughter and this is not a trial;

it's a parole hearing..

Mr. Brovard is right, Sergeant McCall.

This is only to determine inmate Moody's eligibility for parole.

We have to confine ourselves to the facts of the record.

Unfortunately, the record doesn't reflect the truth.

The most important part of my testimony

was stricken as hearsay.

That doesn't make it any less true.

This man called my husband at home, he set up an ambush,

and he shot and killed him.

Really, this can't go on.

Sergeant, please.

Sorry.

It's just that one miscarriage of justice

occurred when the jury found this inmate

guilty of only manslaughter, not murder in the first degree.

Now, if you let him...

All right.

That'll be all, Sergeant.

Please.

Mr. Brovard, you may proceed.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Moody's conduct as an inmate has been exemplary

and he's shown deep remorse for the act

which led to his imprisonment.

I'm sure the board will agree that Mr. Moody

has earned the right to parole.

This case has been closed for five years, McCall.

I'm not asking you to reopen the case of my husband's death;

I'm asking you to reopen the homicide case my husband was

working on when he was killed.

Homicide case?

That's right.

Diana Duquesne was murdered and Steve was that close to proving

it when he was killed.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't

the coroner's jury decide that her death was accidental?

Steve would have proven that it wasn't.

Is all of this because his killer is coming up for parole?

Captain, my husband's reputation in this department

was destroyed as soon as that jury brought

in a verdict of manslaughter.

That meant that they believed Moody's claim

that Steve was harassing him.

I wrote a summary of the case after Moody's trial.

Please read it.

Hey, Harry, your nose tell you it's dinner time, huh?

Hey. Hey.

Hey, get out of there.

Get out of there.

You know what that does to your liver?

What's the matter, you on a hunger strike?

See?

It's not so bad a life.

DEE DEE MCCALL This case

began when my husband, Detective Sergeant Steve McCall,

was dispatched with his partner, Sergeant Sam Bullins,

to investigate a possible homicide at the Bel Air home

of Diana and Roger Duquesne.

Diana Duquesne's body was found at 6:20 PM face down

in her bathwater by Mrs. Ann Ridley, who had taken care

of Diana since she was a child.

When was the last time you saw Mrs. Duquesne alive?

No more than half an hour before I found her like that.

Now, the two of you were alone here,

you didn't see anyone else?

No.

No one at all.

What made you think she was murdered?

They hated her, all of them.

God forgive me for saying so.

Who hated her, Mrs. Ridley?

The three of them.

That actor that she married and those two ungrateful children.

On the contrary, Sergeant, I loved my wife very much.

And so did David and Julie, her children.

Mrs. Ridley said there was...

Mrs. Ridley hasn't liked anyone since Diana's

first husband died.

And you were on your boat till 6:30 this evening?

Yes.

With my business manager, four businessmen

presenting an offer, and three or four assorted accountants.

You mean you haven't arrested him yet?

Please, David, not now.

Not now?

Then when, for God's sake?

This is a very difficult time for...

My mother is dead and he killed her.

We haven't established yet that your mother's death

was anything but an accident.

Someone hit her on the head and drowned her.

Some accident.

David, please don't yell.

David and Julie Lawrence

had been playing mixed doubles in a televised

celebrity tennis tournament at the time

of their mother's death.

Their alibis was airtight as Roger Duquesne's, but

the coroner's findings made Steve doubt

that her death was accidental.

OK.

There was blood, her blood, on the faucet.

But according to Barney, there wasn't a trace of skin or hair

along with it.

The blood could have been put there in Barney's opinion.

He also said that the coroner's jury would probably

rule it is an accident.

I don't see how they can.

Oh, come on, Steve.

All three of your suspects had ironclad alibis.

Diana just had too much to drink and did a nosedive

into her bubble bath, that's it.

No, Sam.

That is not it.

She also left $270 million to three people who were

always asking her for money.

And according to Mrs. Ridley, Diana Duquesne

is charged saying no to all three

of them and they hated her for it.

Yeah.

Mrs. Ridley, now there is a reasonable suspect.

At least she was there.

Come on, Sam.

She lost a cushy job, she got nothing pension.

Being there has nothing to do with it.

Duquesne or one of the kids hired the job done.

OK.

But as senior partner in this outfit,

I'm calling it in as an accident.

Now, you want to pursue another line

of investigation, that's why they made you a detective, kid.

Steve decided to stake

out the Duquesne family mansion and he was getting

less than four hours sleep each night,

but his persistence finally paid off.

Excuse me.

A guy just walked in here.

He's about my height, light brown hair,

green leather jacket. You see him?

Yeah. I seen him.

He came in and walked right through the joint

and out the back.

Didn't your mom ever tell you you could go blind doing that?

Stop me when I need glasses.

There's a very good test for this, you know?

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hm.

How many fingers am I holding up?

One.

That's very good.

What is that finger pointing at?

Two of the greatest lips in this room or any other.

You pass.

But I think you're going to need regular examinations.

You also have to get some sleep.

I'm too tired to sleep.

Come on, baby.

Five minutes.

OK.

But it's not going to work.

Well, you might surprise yourself.

Come on.

Five minutes, babe.

It's not going to work.

Come on.

Something about you turns me on.

Do you suppose it's the uniform?

I hope not because I'm taking it off.

I can't lost either way.

No, you can't.

Oh, no.

I'll get it. - No.

Honey, you stay here.

Reserve your strength.

- Who is it? - Rick Hunter.

I have some information for Sergeant McCall.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm very sorry about the hour, but Steve wanted

these as soon as they came in.

Yeah.

That's OK. - Hey, Rick.

What have you got?

How you doing, Steve?

The Moody file.

Take a look at that.

Rick, this is Dee Dee. Dee Dee, this is Rick.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How are you? - Oh, yeah.

That's my man.

Rodney Alistair Moody.

Let's pick him up.

On what grounds?

Just for questioning.

A station wagon registered to Diane Duquesne

leaves that house at 1:00 in the morning,

picks this guy up, drops him off a few blocks later.

I want to know who was driving that car.

Well, yeah.

But Steve, if he refuses to tell you,

then haven't you just put him ad the driver on guard?

Is she always like this?

You mean smart, careful, by the book?

Yes.

All right.

I'll think of something.

I'll call you in the morning.

Nice meeting you.

Nice to meet you.

It's about time.

All Steve does is talk about you.

Aw.

Now you know the awful truth.

Yes, I do. Good night.

Bye.

Where were we?

Hello?

Let me speak to your husband.

Who is this?

It's a friend.

It's very important.

Hey.

Hm?

It's a man.

Won't give his name.

He wants to talk to you, says it's important.

Hello?

Want to clue me in?

Somebody wants to tell me who was in that station

wagon with Moody.

Who?

I don't know.

From the voice I'd say male, Caucasian, probably a smoker.

Where?

He's at the Sideshow Club, a place in North Hollywood.

I love you, baby.

I'll be back before the pillow gets cold.

Promise?

Mm-hm.

Who is it?

Rick Hunter, Dee Dee.

Where's Steve?

Steve's been shot.

Where is he?

What hospital did they take him to?

He didn't make it.

He died on the way.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

No.

DEE DEE MCCALL Rodney Moody

claimed that Steve had been harassing him,

had followed him to the Side Show club, and attacked him.

My testimony about what Moody said to Steve

was rejected as hearsay and his attorney

convinced the jury I couldn't have recognized Moody's voice.

He was found guilty of manslaughter.

No connection was ever established

between Moody and the death of Diana Duquesne.

Her death was classified as an accident.

Ask Sergeant McCall to come in here, please.

Sit down, McCall.

I read your report and I must say that I

sympathize with your position.

Captain...

Please, let me finish here.

Your report is not objective.

It's full of personal opinions and debatable conclusions.

Now, please let me finish.

But I think I know you well enough to conclude that there

is some truth in it, so I'm going to give you and Hunter

some time to check it out. - Great.

Probably not much time.

It depends on what you come up with.

That's OK.

This may be the oldest and the thinnest

trail I ever put a cop on, so I may pull you off at anytime.

And if I do, I don't want to hear any arguments.

Agreed.

One more thing, remember that Moody

is a free man with full constitutional rights

the minute he steps out of that state prison.

Ron Moody just made parole.

Two hours ago, he boarded the plane for Los Angeles.

I'll give you one guess why he's

writing down that phone number.

He figures his phone's tapped and I'll

bet you he plans on getting a call from that phone

right there.

Hello? Shut up.

Don't talk.

Just write down this number.

555-9195. Go to a pay phone.

Call me at that number in exactly 30 minutes.

We got to talk about money.

We're a pair of geniuses, right?

Only if it rings.

I win the washer and dryer.

Congratulations.

First thing I need from you is a safe number

I can call you at.

No, first you listen up.

I did five years because you let a cop follow you to me.

You know how I spent my time?

Figuring how much it was going to cost you when I got out.

I know how much you got off that job I did for you.

Our original deal doesn't even come close.

We've got to talk a settlement.

I'll tell you exactly.

I want $1 million for every year I spent inside, $5 million.

I want it bearer bonds and I want it in 48 hours

or I sell the rights to the untold story.

I'll be in touch.

1PCE697.

This is L56.

Request a DMV on California license plate

1 Peter Charlie Edwards 697.

California 1 Peter Charlie Edward 697.

1986 Chrysler LeBaron registered to Ridgecrest Leasing Company,

9970 Wilshire, Beverly Hills.

Leased to Rodney A. Moody.

Yes, Madam.

The name, please?

The name is Sergeant.

I have one of your patrons under surveillance.

I'd like that corner table next to the pillar, please.

I'd like another drink.

Babe, you can have as much as you want of whatever you want.

So can you if you'd stop looking at me like that.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I've never seen anybody as beautiful as you.

Well, not for a few years anyhow.

Waiter, let's have a couple of more drinks over here.

Dee Dee McCall.

For god sakes, keep moving.

I'm running a surveillance here.

Sergeant Dee Dee McCall, straight from the land

of hearsay testimony.

Still out for blood.

I've got good news for you, Sergeant.

I'm a fully rehabilitated citizen.

I shot your husband for exactly the reasons I gave at my trial.

I have deeply regretted it ever since and I've done my time.

You killed Diana Duquesne and you're going to go to the gas

chamber for it, buddy.

I'm going to my PO.

I've still got rights.

They're not going to let some vigilante cop follow

me around making death threats.

You got that?

OK, little lady.

You call the game.

You've probably got a wire on you so I'll do this in a way

just the two of us will understand.

Oh.

You just lost the first round, babe.

I understand why you decked this guy, Moody,

but why did you have to do it in a crowded restaurant?

I have no choice but to turn Terwilliger loose on this.

Otherwise, the press is going to make

a martyr out of this creature.

I understand, sir.

Moody has agreed to drop his complaint

if you agree not to interfere with, follow,

or harass him in any way.

Agreed?

I am not being suspended?

Bernie Terwilliger will file his report

and we'll evaluate it.

Moody's ruined your life once already.

Don't let him do it again.

Don't worry.

I won't.

What did you get on the car leasing place?

Arrangements were made by telephone

and paid for by cashier's check by Howard

Beauvoir, Moody's attorney.

He's one of the priciest criminal attorneys

in Los Angeles.

It makes you wonder how he's picking up that tab.

You can guess how far I got with that.

I know, client-attorney privilege.

- McCall... - Don't worry.

I'm not going near Moody.

But there are at least three cages

I plan to rattle real hard.

- Sergeant Hunter? - Yes.

- I'm Roger Duquesne. - Mr. Duquesne.

How are you?

This is my friend and business advisor, Burt Sorensen.

Mr. Sorensen.

My wife's children, David and Julia.

Hi.

How are you?

I'd like to introduce my partner, Sergeant McCall.

Widow of Detective Sergeant Steve McCall.

Name ring a bell?

What is this?

Diana Duquesne's death has been reclassified

as a possible homicide.

Thereby, it's open again for investigation.

So you have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything you...

This is the best news I've heard in years.

Are you finally going after this bloodsucker?

David, please.

Don't start.

I don't want this dredged up all over again.

Come on, sweetie.

Sit down.

As we understand it, after your wife's death,

you inherited half the estate and the other half

went to her two children.

Is that correct?

Sergeant, I will answer any questions

you put to me about my wife's death,

but I'm afraid our financial affairs are very private.

No, Roger.

That aspect of your financial affairs is not private.

It's a matter of public record.

Mr. Duquesne and these two young people

share in the income from the estate,

which is quite substantial.

But, uh, they were equally well-off

when Mrs. Duquesne was alive.

Where's Miss Ridley?

Why do you ask?

I want to talk to her.

Well, she worked for me after Mommy died, but then she's...

She kind of let go.

She started drinking and she developed diabetes

and she died a few months ago.

All right.

Thank you.

If any of you would like to speak

with either myself or Sergeant Hunter,

you're welcome to do that in private.

Is that it, that's all?

Unless you have something to add.

No.

I just assumed that when you asked for this meeting,

you had something substantial to tell us.

Well, I don't have to tell you that Rodney Moody

has been released from prison.

He's out on parole.

You have my sympathy on that, Sergeant.

Rodney Moody's attorney is a man

by the name of Howard Brovard.

Do you know him?

No, we never met.

Well, look him up, Roger.

I have a feeling you're going to need him.

David, please.

If you don't stop, I'm going to leave.

Again, thank you.

You can reach us both at Metro Division Homicide.

I spoke to Hunter. He said you'd still be here.

Yeah. Well, I'm almost finished.

I'm on your side.

You know that, don't you?

Why'd you tie my hands, Captain?

You tied your own hands when you popped Moody in the chops.

Yeah.

You're right.

But it was worth it.

I know what you mean, off the record.

Oh, look.

You were just starting to get in good there.

You and Hunter are important to me.

I don't want either of you getting

into departmental trouble.

You're good cops, both of you.

Well, gee.

I mean it.

Well, you're forgiven for wrecking my life.

Thanks.

Good night, McCall.

Good night, Captain.

Homicide, Sergeant McCall.

Yeah.

All right. In 20 minutes.

I'll be there.

Mr. Lawrence.

Thank you for coming.

A soda with lime, please.

And another one of these.

You know, you're a very attractive woman.

Uh, somehow I don't think that's what

you called me here to tell me.

I mean you probably could have been anything.

Why did you want to be a cop?

Are you doing an interview for the "Peace

Officers Gazette" or what?

Just trying to break the ice.

Consider it broken.

Let's get to why you called me.

I called you here because...

Thank you.

Thank you.

I called you because I wanted to have a drink with you.

To our mutual interest in seeing Roger Duquesne on death row.

Are you always this much fun?

Mr. Lawrence, I am tired and I have a lot of work to do.

And at this moment, you are not making my life any easier.

Well, that's what you think.

You know that guy you were talking about, Moody?

I saw him and my ex-stepfather together yesterday morning.

Where, what time?

It was a little after 9:00 at the house.

I keep some of my cars there.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I didn't put it together until, uh, Moody called

again after you left today.

How do you know it was Moody?

Roger called him by name.

What did they say?

I don't know.

Uh, I heard somebody coming and I hung up the phone.

But, uh, I picked it up a few minutes later

and they were just saying goodbye.

So I guess I missed the good part.

Are you willing to make this statement under oath?

Are you kidding?

Roger Duquesne is a killer.

He even knows how to hire killers.

It is not going to any...

Custody, enough to put Roger away.

I'll back you up under oath, but not before he's in custody.

Drop the gun, lady.

I'm a cop.

I said drop it, now.

IA has instructed me to put you under suspension.

I heard.

You're in big trouble, McCall, but not because of IA.

Even Bernie doesn't believe you had anything

to do with Moody's death.

The DA has looked at the facts.

Moody shot your husband, you tried

to stop Moody's parole he gets out of the slammer,

you punch him out.

You're found on that roof with a gun in your hand minutes,

maybe seconds, after Moody hit the pavement.

The DA thinks you're guilty as hell,

and he's putting together a special investigative team

to go to work on you.

If I thought it would help, I'd say, don't worry about it.

So go on home.

You stay there till you hear from me.

Don't talk to the press, don't talk to anybody.

Hey.

What do you say we get some coffee?

I'm going home.

I thought you might need someone to talk to.

Thanks, Rick.

I just want to get the hell out of here.

Who is it?

It's your ex-partner.

Ex-partner, thanks a lot.

I brought you a pizza.

I thought it might cheer you up.

It's going to take a lot more in a pizza to cheer me up.

This whole thing is so crazy.

It's so sick.

Everybody knows I didn't push Moody off that rooftop.

Even Terwilliger knows it.

Terwilliger was just doing his job.

You know that.

I followed Roger Duquesne into that building.

Then Moody showed up.

I kept thinking, this is such a coincidence.

Otherwise, I'm being set up, just like Steve was set up.

You know, Duquesne has a witness

that says he was in Sorenson's office

when Moody hit the sidewalk.

Firm receptionist allowed Duquesne in at about 2:08.

He was there till 3:10.

Moody made the big hit at 2:15.

It's your case?

- Yep. - You want a little help?

I think I'd like to check out that receptionist.

You like living dangerously, don't you?

Am I under arrest?

No, Mr. Duquesne.

You're not under arrest.

I'm only going to take you downtown.

But I would like to ask you some questions.

Telephone for you, sir.

It's Miss Julie. - Oh.

Thank you, Peter.

Excuse me.

Hello, Julie. No.

No, I can't just now.

Sergeant Hunter is here.

No, no.

No.

I'll call you back later on.

OK.

The beach house?

Goodbye.

You were an actor, weren't you, Mr. Duquesne?

I am an actor, I just haven't found a script I like lately.

It's been about 10 years, hasn't it?

I can afford to be selective.

Would that be because your late wife

left you an annual income of about $3 million?

Please get to the point.

The point is, Mr. Duquesne, somebody hired

Rodney Moody to kill your wife.

Now, Moody got very greedy.

Then he followed you into that office building.

Shortly after that, somebody pushed him

off the roof of that building.

I was also in an office of that building

when Moody was pushed off of it by your partner,

Sergeant McCall, I'm told.

I suggest you take a very good look

at the receptionist's logbook.

I have.

Isn't it the same receptionist who

used to work for you before she went to work

for your business manager?

If you are claiming she made a false entry,

I wish you luck trying to prove it.

By the way, wasn't Sergeant McCall

on the roof at the very moment Moody hit the pavement?

I also have a witness that says

they saw you with Moody 48 hours before Moody hit the pavement.

Since no such meeting ever took place,

I can tell you exactly who gave you that statement.

David has accused me of killing his mother since the day she

died, but I didn't kill her.

That's all I have to say, Sergeant.

If you need anything else from me, talk to my lawyer.

I will.

I suggest to you do the same.

Thank you.

Good day.

David?

David?

David?

David?

Put that down.

You killed my mother and you killed Rodney Moody.

Is it my turn now?

You lied to the police.

You told them you saw me and Moody together.

You invented that story, David.

Why?

If t will help put you away, I'll swear to it since Moody's

not around to deny it anymore.

I'm not going to take any action against you for what

you said, except to deny it.

You may not know this, but I tried very

hard to be a father to you.

I finally had to give up because you never forgave me for taking

your mother away from you.

Oh, you're a psychiatrist now, huh?

No.

I think I'm still trying to be a father.

Maybe I should have consulted a psychiatrist.

If you're sick enough to claim that you

have seen me and Moody together, probably you need one.

God forgive me for the question I'm going to ask you now,

but did you kill your mother?

Do you mean that?

You could even think I may have killed my mother?

Until this man, Moody, was killed,

I always thought Diana's death was an accident.

Well, it sure as hell wasn't an accident

and that cop Steve McCall knew it.

Someone killed her.

If it wasn't you, who was it?

It doesn't matter.

It's history.

It could still be an accident.

If it wasn't you...

Don't say that, David.

We have to put all this behind us.

You think it was Julie, don't you?

I want this to stop right here.

I've got to see her.

You can't do this.

What if she's innocent?

That's what I've got to find out.

No. I'll talk to Julie.

Even if she's guilty, we're not going

to do anything about it, except to get

some private professional help for her.

We can all go through this if we pull together as a family.

No.

That's a laugh.

We were never a family when Mother

was alive, always squabbling over my father's money.

Shut up!

Just stay right here.

I'll call you just as soon as I speak to Julie.

Hello?

McCall, Hunter.

Did you ever find out the address to Julie's beach house?

Where are you?

I'm in Holmby Hills.

How about the address?

Give me five seconds and fill me in.

What's going on?

Duquesne just left, David Lawrence's house.

I think he's on his way to Julie's beach house

to kill her.

All right.

You know the market on Sunset and PCH?

Meet me there. I'll be waiting for you.

All right?

Got it.

You said you were going to call.

So, what's up?

It's about David.

I think he's determined to keep us on the front pages

of all the scandal sheets.

Well, I'll talk to him.

I can handle David.

Not anymore, Julie.

Why not?

That man, Rodney Moody.

His death changed everything.

Why?

The newspapers practically accused that policewoman

of killing him.

Not a chance.

You think that Moody would let her lure him

to the roof of that building?

Uh, you're saying you think that policeman

was right, that someone hired Moody to kill Mommy, hm?

Yes.

Someone who could lure Moody to the building

where we keep our accounts, safety deposit boxes,

our business office.

Have you told David about this?

No.

Why not?

David couldn't kill anyone if his life depended on it.

Well, I guess that leaves you and me, huh?

Roger, is this a confession?

David thinks you did it.

And he's right.

Your mother used money like a whip, to keep you

and David permanent adolescents, permanent dependents I never

blamed you for hating her.

But I never guessed you could kill her.

Drop the gun, Julie.

Don't tempt me.

Drop it.

You heard her.

Give me the gun.

You're under arrest for murder.

It's all right, Julie.

Don't say a word, not one word.

I'll have the best lawyer in the country representing

you by tomorrow morning.

Come on.

It is therefore my solemn and belated honor

to award the Medal of Valor to Detective

Sergeant Stephen J. McCall.

Signed, Donald J. Barker, chief.

Thank you.

Well, we're not on vacation, folks.

Sorry it took so long, Sergeant.

Well, at least we got Steve's reputation cleared.

That's what really matters.

Yeah.

Not bad for someone whose hands were tied.

- You know what? - Yeah.

You want that pizza now, right. - Yes, I do.