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I'll say this about the Fatman:

he's a sweet guy.

Listen creep, I'm going to take you apart like a clock.

He can be tough when he has to be.

Jake Styles?

Don't ask me how

he can live the way he does on a cop's salary.

Some people do seem to like him, however.

But he's a damn good investigator, and he's mine.

He's a good guy.

Don't you forget it.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hi, Libby, it's your mother.

You know, I talk

to your machine more than I talk with you.

Call me.

Love you.

♪ ♪

Do you have his speech? No, not yet.

Brent, it's a priority.

It's the most important speech on the campaign so far.

I know that Shelly.

That's why it's taking me so long to finish.

Well, I don't want you to do anything but that.

All right. Would you like me to go up

and tell Kyle you've banned me from his office?

Hi, Chief.

Seen the new polls?

Yes, I did. They are very encouraging.

Do you have the draft on that speech?

I'll have it for you this afternoon.

I think it's going to be a winner.

Great.

I have to get this material read.

You know what I've been doing.

I've been talking to the reporters,

asking their opinions about the campaign.

They've been there before, you know.

I think we could use some feedback,

especially now while we still have time to make changes.

Well, I appreciate that, Brent.

I've got to get ready for this press conference.

I want to thank you...

I want to thank you all for coming.

I'm not going to say very much today.

You can hold the applause.

No, I'm going to happily relinquish the microphone

to my good friend, District Attorney J.L. McCabe.

His dog, Max.

I never leave home without him.

Well, all you media people,

if you've got your stuff running, we'll start,

because I'm going to make this fast and sweet.

You know, I have known Kyle Williams for a long, long time.

As a matter of fact, we were deputy D.A.s together.

Max, stop that, will you?

I knew then that he was going to be a top lawyer.

He was, and he still is.

I believe in Kyle Williams.

And, so does Max here, huh, Max?

And Max is one of the best political analysts I know.

There have been few men as moral and as outstanding

as Kyle Williams,

and I firmly believe he's going to make this state

one hell of a senator, huh?

I just wanted you people to know about him.

Thank you very much.

Thank you. You're welcome, My pleasure.

That was a nice thing to do.

We don't how to thank you. Well, I know how.

Come buy me a cup of coffee. You're on.

Mr. Williams, how do you feel about trade unionism?

Well, as I had said, I believe...

Sorry, guys, the candidate has another appointment.

Good and strong unions, but you have to define "good unions."

One more question...

In here.

What, are you crazy? Susan is right outside.

She left with McCabe.

Hold it, hold it.

Listen, I told you, this is over.

It has to be. It's not over.

You just don't drop me like that.

You, you treat me as if I mean nothing to you.

Come on, you know what you mean to me.

I wouldn't be where I am without you.

You know that.

I'm not talking about your career.

I'm talking about being with you.

Being together.

All the time.

Now is not the time.

Oh, when is?

And, what am I suppose to do.

What about me?

You go home to her at night, I'm at home alone.

I want to be with you. Believe me.

Why should I?

How many hundreds of times have you told me

that you were going to leave her?

Were you lying

just to sleep with me?

Were you?

I can't leave Susan in the middle of a campaign!

Does that mean you'll do it... after the election?

Kyle...

If I don't go to Washington

as something other than your assistant,

or your mistress, you can be damn sure

you won't get there either.

Is there anything I can help you with?

No.

No, thanks.

I'll see you later.

It's your mother.

If you don't call me about this weekend, I'll never forgive you.

He is your brother, you know.

I'll be home. Love you.

♪ After midnight we gonna let it all hang down ♪

♪ After midnight we gonna chugalug and shout ♪

♪ We're gonna stimulate some action ♪

♪ We gonna get some satisfaction ♪

♪ We're gonna find out what it is all about ♪

♪ What it is all about, what it is all about ♪

♪ Whoa, after midnight we gonna let it all hang down ♪

♪ After midnight, after midnight ♪

♪ After midnight... ♪

Hang on.

Hey, what's up?

This is your housewarming gift.

What's with the antlers?

Oh, think nothing of it.

It's wonderful. I knew you'll love it.

It's great.

You know, they've been in my family for...

oh, I don't know, years and years.

Yeah, you really shouldn't have, though.

I can't think of anybody

who would appreciate it more than you.

And I know that.

Yeah, look... Thank you.

Is he going to sit on the couch again?

Oh, no.

Max has better taste than that.

Ta-da! Hey.

To celebrate your new house.

Oh, thanks.

Listen, I brought white, because you said you were making chicken.

Yeah, right...

Hi, Mr. McCabe. I didn't know you were going to be here.

Yeah, he wanted to surprise me, and he succeeded.

You invited Derek to dinner?

Well, some people have to be invited, and some people don't.

Don't worry. I made enough for five.

Jake, I knew you were going gonna have

a great place, but this is incredible.

Yes, it's exactly what we can expect an investigator

for the district attorney to be living in...

if he happens to be a Rockefeller.

Listen, I did a turn for the guy who owns the building,

so he's letting me stay here until he sells the apartment.

Besides, if you paid your investigators any money,

we wouldn't have to take these handouts.

Guys, have a seat.

Mm.

Hello?

Yeah, he's here. Hang on.

J.L., pick up, it's for you. Yeah?

McCabe.

What does it look like?

Burglar. Evidently, he got caught in the act.

We found a jewelry box on the floor empty.

We feel he came in from the balcony.

Found cigarette ashes out there.

Did she smoke?

No.

Who found her?

Her mother.

She didn't return her calls, and she got worried.

I want a full crew on this.

You've got it.

Burglary?

Yeah, that's the way we see it.

She's got a diamond around her neck.

Our burglar got close enough to kill her,

but he didn't take this.

Doesn't make much sense. You got a bag?

Any sign of rape?

No. The M.E. is going to work her up and give us a verbal.

You okay?

I guess so.

Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

I think maybe I need one.

Of course, now no one, none of us,

can even think of going on,

but we have to.

And I believe that we can take this...

this tragedy and turn it into a triumph...

for Libby.

Brent?

We have to talk, Kyle.

Not now, Brent. Not now.

Yes, Kyle, now.

I've told you before how much

it means to me to get you elected.

Oh, Brent, please.

I promise you,

you'll be very interested in what I have to say.

Libby was...

a danger to you, to the campaign,

to everything.

What do you mean, a danger?

She threatened not only the election, but everything:

Susan...

the children...

everything.

I had to clean up the mess for you.

What are you saying?

I couldn't let her ruin you...

ruin us.

So I did it.

Are you telling me... that you killed Libby?

I did it for you...

for the future.

The future is too important

to throw away over some insignificant woman!

Wait a minute!

You're saying that you murdered

Libby Weeks?

Kyle, don't you understand?

We're gonna make it.

We're on our way to Washington.

Now, Brent.

I'm going to call the police, all right?

You have to be smarter than that, Kyle.

What are you gonna tell them?

That some aide of yours, for no apparent motive,

killed Libby Weeks? Because... why?

They won't believe you.

And I am not the only person

on your staff who knew

that you were having an affair with Libby.

I know you think it was a deep, dark secret,

but I'm sorry to inform you it wasn't.

No, Brent, I'm calling the police.

All right,

call them, but if you do, you're wrecking your career.

Whether they believe you or not,

you couldn't survive the scandal!

I've been giving this a lot of careful thought.

It's a double-blind, and you lose both ways!

My way, everybody wins.

Where were you

when Libby was killed?

I was here!

And who was here with you?

No one.

And you know that yellow cardigan sweater of yours?

The one that's missing?

It got all dirty.

It's covered with Libby's blood.

Oh, but don't worry.

As long as the police don't know about it,

you have nothing to be afraid of.

You are going to win this election.

And we are going to go to Washington.

Happy days are here again.

Watch this, Derek. Get a load of this.

Max? Come.

Max! Come!

Oh, come on, Max!

What's this, a training session?

Hey, Jake, watch this, huh?

Max!

Stay!

Good dog! Good boy!

What are you laughing at?

See if you find some more dog treats

in the supply room. These must have gone bad.

Jake. The dog's a natural athlete.

Is there something I can do for you,

or did you just happen to come by to insult my dog?

Tiffany's.

So?

Charged to Kyle Williams' account.

Well, what's your problem?

Libby had been with Kyle since the campaign started.

No problem.

No problem with the diamond,

but our senatorial candidate also paid for her car...

and put a down payment on her condo.

Now, if I was

a suspicious man, I would say

he's got something going with her.

Oh, I don't like where this is headed.

You're gonna like it even less when I get there.

So what if he did?

Listen, there's something wrong

with this burglary- becomes-murder scenario.

I was going over this report.

Now, I noticed that the mother found the stove was still on

in the kitchen.

And she found a scorched tea kettle.

Well, she must have put the water on

when she came into the apartment.

She also had time to open her mail

and get undressed before she was murdered.

So why didn't the burglar get the hell out?

I don't think he was there to rob her.

I think he was there to kill her.

Come back when you got something.

Hi. I'm looking for Kyle Williams' office?

He's upstairs.

You going somewhere?

Yep.

Hmm.

Campaign's not over, though.

Personality conflict.

Oh.

That's what he said.

I hear Mr. Williams is a pretty easygoing guy.

Not Kyle, his new assistant, Brent!

Brent, I don't think you understand.

This is my campaign!

I am running it, not you!

What you need is my help.

What you don't need is Shelly. She's a total incompetent.

Use your head!

Shelly knew about Libby and me.

She was loyal, she never would have told anyone.

Now she's angry. Now she's dangerous!

Do you mind?

Kyle Williams?

Yes.

Can I help you?

Yes. My name is Jake Styles.

I'm investigating the Libby Weeks' case. Hi.

Oh, I'm Brent Moore, the candidate's assistant.

I'm awfully sorry. The candidate's busy right now.

No, no.

We'd like to cooperate

in every way possible.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Actually, what I have to talk to you about, sir,

is of a private nature.

Well, I'm Mr. Williams' aide.

We have no secrets.

No, no. It's fine.

Good.

Uh, this was found around Libby Weeks' neck

the night she was murdered.

It was charged to your account at Tiffany's.

Oh, Kyle, I bought that for Libby, for the job

she did on the primaries... I should have told you about it.

It slipped my mind.

What can I say? I'm sorry.

Anything else?

Um, yes. Do either of you smoke?

Do you have a cigarette?

Oh, great, thank you very much.

French?

Nice.

Oh, one more thing. I almost forgot.

The medical examiner,

he put the time of death around 8:00 p.m.

on a Tuesday night.

You understand, I have to ask you where you were.

He was at my apartment.

Weren't we rehearsing

for the press conference on Tuesday night? Yes.

I throw him a lot

of sample questions.

It's very effective.

Listen, is that all?

I think so.

Thank you very much.

Anything we can do.

It's a terrible thing to have happen.

Here, let me give you a hand here.

How would you like a nice, expensive lunch?

You don't seem much like a cop.

I guess in a lot of ways, I'm not.

But enough about me, as they say.

What about you and Brent Moore?

Brent Moore is a liar.

He's a conniving, manipulative, little creep.

You don't care for him?

He came into the campaign as a speechwriter.

A speechwriter.

Now, he's Kyle's assistant.

Well, if he's such bad news, why would Kyle Williams promote him?

I have no idea.

Well, I'm following up some leads, and uh...

Well, this is pretty delicate. Uh...

I'll just go ahead and ask you.

Kyle Williams and Libby Weeks.

They've worked together for a long time.

I know it's not very nice

of me to press you on this.

But I really don't have a choice.

Now, there's this situation with the condominium,

the jewelry?

I don't know anything about it.

Look, if I thought this lunch

was going to be an interrogation...

Oh, no. No, not all, it's not.

We're done, we're finished.

I'm allowed to have lunch.

I'll tell you what, though,

if you want to talk,

give me a call, okay?

Now eat your salad

before it gets cold.

Jake, this is Melissa.

I'll see you at the club at 9:00.

See you there.

Jake, this is Shelly.

I've thought about it, and if you would like to talk,

my number is 555-8732,

or I'll be home tonight... 17 Beechwood Plaza.

Damn!

Shelly, you're next!

Oh, God!

Oh, Jake! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Jake, oh, God, he's in there!

Okay, I want you to stay here, stay here.

Here you go. Thanks.

You're welcome.

If you hadn't picked up your messages,

he might have killed me.

This is no coincidence, you know.

Someone is getting very desperate.

I think it's Brent Moore.

As far as I can tell, he is a pathological liar.

He's given a different background

on every application

he's ever filled out.

If I had to guess who's playing haunted house with you,

I'd have to say, he's got my vote.

But why?

I think it's time you tell me everything you know.

Hello, J.L. Hi.

Hey, Max, old boy,

how are you?

I've got a prelim

on the Robinson matter, if you'll excuse me. Okay.

Mr. Williams. Hello, Derek.

Max has always liked you, Kyle.

If only he could vote.

Yeah.

How's the campaign going?

Well, it's tough.

Plus all this business with Libby...

It makes it worse.

Yeah, I know.

I keep going over and over the case.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

Jake Styles has this crazy theory

that it wasn't really a burglary.

That it was strictly a murder.

You agree?

I'm afraid I do, yeah.

Who would want to kill Libby?

Hey, Kyle, this is completely off the record.

It's just a meeting between good friends,

all right?

Come on J.L., what's this about?

Look, Kyle, I want you to be straight with me

about your relationship with Libby.

J.L., I told your investigator nothing was going on.

I want you to tell me.

I was not having an affair with Libby Weeks,

is that clear enough?

Kyle, if you're in over your head, tell me,

before this gets out of hand.

Now's the time to level with me,

while I can still help.

Is there anything else?

What are you doing here?

Oh, just in case you needed me.

Everything go all right in there?

Everything is fine.

Come on, I'll drive you back to headquarters.

How did it go?

He said he wasn't having an affair with Libby.

Why would he lie to you about that?

I don't know.

Doesn't make sense.

He knows he can trust me.

Brent was outside waiting for him.

I'd like to know what that's all about.

Me, too.

Oh, hi.

Thanks for coming on such short notice.

I appreciate it.

Well, Kyle requested that we all cooperate completely.

I would have been glad to anyway,

because Libby was a... good friend.

Yeah, well, don't be too eager. Here.

Why not?

Well, for one, it's starting to look

like maybe you killed Libby.

Waitress?

Hi, could we order

something here?

Yeah. Uh, what would you like?

Um, white wine please.

White wine.

Thank you. I'm fine.

Well?

I'm waiting for the punch line.

Oh.

Even a very bad joke has a punch line.

Right, right.

You're going to think this is hilarious.

You remember the French cigarette you gave me?

Are you blaming this delusion of yours on imported nicotine?

We found fresh cigarette ash on the balcony

the night of the murder.

So, guess what I did?

I'll give you a hint.

Scene of the crime?

We found it on the grass, under the balcony.

French imported.

Looks like yours.

They're pretty rare around these parts.

Be my guest.

Listen.

First of all, I wasn't there, okay? Yeah.

Second, even if I had been,

I'd have to be out of my mind to fall for this.

Because we both know,

this doesn't prove anything.

You took one of my cigarettes yourself.

Anybody else could have, too.

That's true.

You're right.

Doesn't prove a thing.

But, I didn't say it did.

How loyal are you Brent?

Depends.

To whom?

Oh, the candidate.

Well, my, admiration for Mr. Williams

is fairly obvious.

What are you getting at?

Murder one.

You know what?

I'm going to trust you on this, okay?

I don't think you did it.

I mean really, I really don't.

I never did.

You know who I think did it?

Kyle Williams.

As a matter of fact, I hear

that he bums a cigarette from you every now and then.

That's ridiculous.

You know what else I think?

I think he's playing you for a sucker.

How? I don't understand.

He's got you to give him an alibi

for the time of the murder.

You also tried to cover up their affair.

I don't believe this.

And you wonder why good men

don't run for public office.

Hey, we're getting real close on this.

If you're covering up for this murder,

if you know anything about it, you better tell me.

'Cause Kyle is playing you for a sap.

Hell, he's turned you into an accessory.

You could go to jail.

Listen, I think you're forgetting something.

Kyle Williams is my friend. I know who he is.

I would trust him with my life.

You guys are way off base.

Kyle Williams is the future

of this country.

We should be supporting men like him,

not trying to tear them down.

Kyle Williams is the best hope we have.

Speak for yourself.

Hello, Mr. McCabe. Hello.

It's all right.

If you'll excuse us.

Well, I've already explained to your investigator

that we have no secrets.

Leave us alone.

Uh, Mr. McCabe, with all due respect,

it's been the policy... You!

Get out.

Get out!

Kyle.

I'd like for you to come down to my office voluntarily

for some questioning.

Somebody got to you, didn't they, McCabe?

Who was it?

Kyle, we know you paid for Libby's condominium.

We know you paid for the diamond and her car.

And we know that you were having an affair.

Now, I've given you every chance to tell the truth,

and you've lied to me each time.

Now we're going to get to the bottom of this.

What are you doing here?

You know exactly why I'm here.

I tried to warn you.

You wouldn't listen to me, though.

I want to see him.

You what?

I'm trying to keep the media out of this.

He hasn't been charged with anything yet.

Come on, give us a break. Let me talk to him.

Look, I don't know...

It could make a big difference.

All right.

Look, this is not procedure, okay?

But the D.A.'s been called to court to testify,

so you make it quick or it's my tail, you understand?

Yes. Thank you. Okay.

It's all right, let him in.

There's nobody in there, I've already looked.

And leave it open.

Now, listen, Brent.

They are not letting up,

and I mean things are coming apart at the seams here.

It's totally out of control.

Slow down, slow down.

You are not the one they are questioning.

You are not the one whose life is on the line, here.

Kyle, listen. Don't you understand that they have

got somebody who thinks they saw me there

on the night of the murder.

They didn't see me, Brent.

They saw you. Would you be quiet?

They saw you in my sweater.

What do you expect me to do?

Sit here and take the rap?

Kyle?

You didn't do it.

They can't prove anything.

Everything they have is circumstantial at best.

They don't believe me!

Now, you have got to go to them,

and you have got to tell them the truth.

You're panicking.

Do you realize that?

If you don't tell them...

I will.

I'm not going through this alone, Brent.

I didn't do anything.

Well, that's not exactly true, is it?

Why don't you just try to calm down. Okay?

They're putting the pressure on you

because they don't have a case.

They're trying to crack you,

but they don't realize how far superior you are to them.

All you have to do is hold the line,

and we're home free.

The worst is already over.

Everything is going just as it should.

Trust me.

I'll take care of everything.

What's wrong?

Brent, what is it?!

They're trying to pin Libby's death on Kyle.

Well, what are you doing?

What's the address of Kyle's condominium?

You know, the one that he has out in Trancas?

Come on, come on, come on!

Well, we're not allowed to give that address out.

Claire, I don't have time to argue with you.

Where's your private file?

Mm-hmm.

Brent, I really don't think this is a good idea

for you to be doing this.

♪ ♪

Hold it right there!

Freeze, mister!

In the matter of The People v. Kyle Williams

are The People ready to proceed?

We are.

Call your first witness.

The people call Brent Moore to the stand.

Mr. Moore,

you're a close associate of Mr. Kyle Williams, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

How long have you known him?

Well, I started following his career

when he entered the state senate,

but, uh, I didn't join the campaign per se, until about

two years ago.

And you have a great deal of contact

with the candidate?

Yes, I do.

I consider Kyle Williams

a personal friend, a friend that I'm proud to have.

Mr. Moore, when you found out

that Libby Weeks had been killed,

did you assume that Mr. Williams had killed her?

Absolutely not.

The idea never crossed my mind.

When did you first suspect

that Mr. Williams first might be involved in the murder?

Well, um...

it was the day that they had sent him down

to police headquarters for questioning.

I, uh... I talked to him right after that, and...

Talked to him, and...?

Go on, Mr. Moore.

You talked to Kyle Williams, and...?

They had been asking him questions all morning.

He asked me to help him.

He said I could

virtually call the shots in Washington

if I helped him now.

What did he ask you to do?

Destroy evidence.

What evidence?

Some credit card receipts

that were in the desk in his office,

and a sweater that he had hidden in his condo.

Mm-hmm.

This is People's

Exhibit B, which has been identified

as Kyle Williams's sweater.

It is spotted with Libby Weeks' blood.

Is this the sweater you were referring to?

Yes, it is.

Now, tell me, Mr. Moore,

after Kyle Williams asked you

to destroy this evidence, what did you do?

Kyle Williams was my friend.

I had been working 24 hours a day with him

for two years.

I was convinced that our country

needed people like him in Washington.

What did you do, Mr. Moore?!

I did it.

I went to his office.

I got the receipts out of his desk.

I got his address.

I went to his condo...

Now, isn't that interesting?

You got his address?

You testified that you were close friends.

You didn't know his address?

The condo was actually off-limits.

It was the only place

that Mr. and Mrs. Williams could go

to get away.

They didn't give the address

or the phone number out to anybody.

So, Mr. Williams knew you didn't know

the address of the condominium?

I guess so.

And he didn't tell you the address at the police station?

It was very intense at the police station.

Please understand. He had just confessed to me

that he had committed murder.

So you went to the condominium?

That's right.

And you broke in?

Yes.

That's where you

found the yellow sweater.

On the floor of the closet, just like he had told me.

Then, Mr. Moore?

Then, I got caught on my way out.

I guess I'm not that experienced at stealing things.

We'd like to place into evidence

Prosecution Exhibit C,

address card, found in Mr. Moore's possession

when he was apprehended

on the grounds of the Trancas Bluffs Condominiums.

This is the address card, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

And, it says condo number 107.

Yes, it does.

And, that's where you found

the bloodstained sweater, huh?

I have already testified

that I found the sweater in Mr. Williams's condo.

Well,

if Kyle Williams would keep

such an incriminating piece of evidence, it would logically

be found at one of three places...

His office, his home

or his condo at the beach,

and the condo at the beach would be the best hiding place,

if... he was so stupid

as to keep this sweater.

Well, I suppose when people panic

they sometimes make fatal mistakes.

That's very true.

107...

Excuse me?

107.

That's the number on the condo, right?

Yes. 107.

Oh, but, that's impossible Mr. Moore,

because Kyle Williams' condominium is number 225!

What are you talking about?

The card says 107.

We changed the card, Mr. Moore.

We also moved Mr. Williams's personal belongings

into an empty unit, unit 107.

So the only way you could have found

the bloody yellow sweater

in unit 107

is if you put it there.

You killed Libby Weeks, didn't you?

And then, you manipulated

and blackmailed Kyle Williams into covering for you,

and when it looked like everything was coming undone,

you framed him for murder!

All right. But if you think

I'm gonna take the fall alone, forget it!

He was an accessory.

Not quite right.

When Mr. Williams was questioned at headquarters,

he not only told us the whole story,

he willingly helped us bring you to justice.

For cooperating so fully,

we have stipulated to a pleading

of accessory after the fact,

and he will be given a six-month suspended sentence.

The People move for a dismissal!

Clear the court!

J.L., I'm sorry.

So am I.

♪ ♪