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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.

♪ Where are you? ♪

♪ Every moment of my life I'm waiting ♪

♪ Spend the hours anticipating ♪

♪ The sweetness of your kiss ♪

♪ The feel of heaven's bliss ♪

♪ Where are you? ♪

♪ When will these empty days be over? ♪

♪ I'm waiting here, my love ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ I'm waiting here, my love ♪

♪ For you. ♪

Close your eyes.

Rebecca?

Now, then, what exactly happened

when you exited Joe's Cafe?

I was heading for my car

when I heard someone call my name.

I turned around,

and there was this gun stuck in my face.

Is this the gun?

I believe so, yes.

Witness has identified People's Exhibit G.

Now, then, what did you do then?

I grabbed the gun.

It went off,

and I saw John fall to the ground.

So you acted instinctively to protect yourself.

It all happened so fast.

It took a moment to even realize it was John.

No further questions.

Thank you.

Mr. McCabe?

Mr. McCabe!

Oh, yes.

Yes, Your Honor.

Is the prosecution ready to cross-examine?

Ah. Oh, yes.

Uh, I-I was deep in thought

about the very precise testimony

that we've just heard.

I think it's quite remarkable.

Would you bide with me for just a moment here?

Got to get something...

Ah.

Out of here.

There.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Um, Mr. Mandel,

it seems the deceased, John Richards,

had fired you from his employ

ten days

before his untimely death.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

Uh-huh.

Why did he fire you?

It was a misunderstanding.

Oh.

Well, we've heard testimony

that he fired you

because you embezzled $50,000 from him, huh?

And that he was in the process

of putting liens on all your assets.

Now, tell me... how do you figure

he would collect if you were dead, huh?

Objection.

Eh, I withdraw the question.

Mr. Mandel...

were you ever a police officer?

No, sir.

Serve in the military?

No, sir.

Consider yourself an exceptionally brave man?

Not particularly.

Mr. Mandel, I think you're being unduly modest.

Now, there you were, late at night,

alone and unarmed,

in a poorly-lit parking lot,

and all of a sudden, somebody calls your name,

and you turn, and you find a gun thrust into your face,

and without a moment's hesitation,

you grab that gun.

Now, that is the exact truth, is it not?

Yes, sir.

Not one moment's hesitation.

No.

You didn't jump back,

and throw up your hands and yell, "Don't shoot!"

No, sir.

Mr. Mandel, you have no idea

how impressive a feat that is.

You're not only an incredibly brave man,

but obviously, you have lightning-fast reactions.

Hey! Hey, what the hell

do you think you're doing, buddy?

Your Honor! Your Honor!

Order! Order in the court!

Order! That's not fair, Your Honor!

Order in the court! Not fair!

He has no right to do that, Judge!

Sit down, Mr. Mandel! He has no right!

Order! Order in the court!

Here, you can put it back on the evidence table, Charlie.

No further questions.

Hey, John!

Are you stopping by to see the wife?

John, are you all right?

I've been better.

You know, just because you married the deputy mayor

doesn't mean you have to be a stranger.

I'll tell you what... Why don't you give me a couple

of minutes in my office

when you're through upstairs?

Will you do that?

Maybe some other time.

John, are you sure everything's okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

J.L.? Yeah?

Nothing. Never mind.

He's interested in a plea bargain.

Where's Derek?

Oh.

The P.D. wants to plead manslaughter in the Levine case.

No deal. Tell him I got a chair reserved

in the gas chamber for him. Derek!

J.L., the defense has moved

to suppress the gun in the Morgan case,

and I think Judge Newton's going to allow it.

You mean that killer's going to go free

because of an illegal search?

Damn it to hell! Find some other way to nail him!

Derek!

Did you hear? They just busted Floyd Metcalf.

Oh, Floyd. One of my favorites.

Well, let's see if we can't put him away

for good this time. Derek!

Derek!

I got the papers on the Cribs case

and the Roberts case, and, uh, oh, we had a witness

on the D'Angelo case, but she skipped on us.

How's Max? He's still the same.

I'm worried about him.

Max?

Well, where is he?

I-I don't know.

He was here when I left.

Max?

Max!

Oh, God.

Got to call Security.

Hello. Get me Security.

Oh, never mind.

Hey, Max.

How are you, boy?

Oh, look at that face.

Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your life?

Uh, here, I got something for you, Max.

Have I got something for you.

Yes, sir, I have.

You're going to love it.

Here we go.

It's your favorite.

Max?

Oh, come on, Max.

Come on, Max.

Oh, it's bad enough he's half deaf.

Now he's gone on a hunger strike.

No, this could be serious.

Mr. Warfield,

are you all right?

Leave me alone, please.

Marie?

Marie!

Yes. Yes.

Marie,

what happened to the cigarettes?

Sir, you threw them all out after the doctor

told you you couldn't smoke anymore.

Go out and buy me some.

But, sir, you've been so good about your health.

What would Mrs. Warfield say?

Marie, I don't need a lecture.

Just get me the cigarettes.

And turn out the lights.

The maid's not here.

Let's hit the safe and get out.

♪ I can be lonely out in a crowd ♪

♪ I can be humble ♪

♪ I can be proud ♪

♪ It all depends on you ♪

♪ I can save money ♪

♪ Or spend it ♪

♪ Go right on living ♪

♪ Or end it ♪

♪ You're to blame, honey ♪

♪ For what I do ♪

♪ I know that I can be beggar ♪

♪ I can be king ♪

♪ I can be almost any old thing ♪

♪ It all depends on you. ♪

Like hell.

Thank you.

Hi, Phil. How you doing?

Good to see you.

Margaret, Sarah, thanks for coming by.

Hello, handsome.

So you talking to me or my dog?

The dog. He dresses better.

He looks depressed.

Well, I thought a night on the town

might snap him out of it.

Hey, Dixie, is business all right?

It seems awfully slow here.

Well, I'm glad the mortgage is paid.

So, why is handsome here, huh?

I think he's fed up with my cooking.

Well, I'm a pretty good cook, you know.

Oh, don't I know.

It's 20 years since you got divorced, McCabe.

Mm-hmm.

You ever get tired of living alone?

Almost every night.

Excuse me.

Yeah. McCabe.

What?

Oh, no.

All right, I'll be right there.

That bad, huh?

A friend of mine just got himself killed tonight.

As soon as the maid calms down, I want to talk to her.

What's the story, Charlie?

Looks like a burglary.

The maid went out and whoever came in

probably thought the place was empty,

saw Warfield over there, killed him.

Shotgun, hit him maybe three times.

Where's the wife?

Oh, the mayor called her office. She's on the way.

I can see it now:

"Deputy Mayor's Husband Murdered in Brutal Slaying."

There's going to be a lot of heat on this one.

Yeah. The mayor's on the phone.

Here we go. I'm not here.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Well, hello there, McCabe.

This hasn't been fired recently.

You will check it for fingerprints, of course?

So glad you mentioned it.

What happened here?

Killed his dog.

Shotgun? Yeah.

Got in this way?

Looks like it.

Getting anything usable?

Not yet.

You really like playing cop, don't you?

If I did, I'd still be on the force.

Tell me what happened.

Oh, Mr. Warfield was so unhappy tonight.

I haven't seen him like that

since he married Mrs. Warfield.

Drinking and smoking

and smashing things in the den.

What time did you leave?

A little after 9:00.

What time did you return?

About 20 minutes later.

That's when you called the police?

Yes, sir, I did.

He was on the floor.

The blood, it was horrible.

You didn't touch anything, did you?

No, sir, I didn't touch anything.

Has Warfield's son been notified?

Yeah, we finally tracked him down at some private...

Where's John?

On the phone they said... Wait a minute.

Wait a minute! I'm sorry, Mrs. Warfield,

but your husband is dead.

Thank you.

Has my stepson been notified?

He'll be here any moment.

Do you have any idea

who might want to kill your husband?

No.

He was the sweetest, gentlest man that I ever knew.

I know this is difficult.

You can continue.

Your safe was robbed.

Does anyone besides

yourself have the combination?

No.

No one at all?

There might be someone.

"Might be someone"?

We had a chauffeur for six months.

We had to let him go when we found some jewelry missing.

What was his name?

Todd Carter.

We questioned him about the missing jewelry,

but, uh, he denied it.

Later, we found out he'd been convicted of burglary twice.

Mrs. Warfield, do you know why your husband

was so upset today?

Who said that?

The maid.

Oh, her.

No.

John came by the office today. He was very happy.

We talked about a vacation we'd been planning.

I'd like to know

why she was so conveniently

absent from the house

just before somebody broke in.

Who killed my father?

That's what the police are trying to find out.

Carson.

All right, Rebecca?

Lieutenant, is that...

Is there anything else?

Not for now.

We'll leave you alone.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Thank you, Mr. McCabe.

I've known John Warfield for over 30 years.

He was a good man.

You have my word.

We're going to get whoever did this.

Charlie? Yeah?

Mrs. Warfield?

I'm so sorry.

I know how fond you were of Mr. Warfield.

You mustn't blame yourself.

I shouldn't have left.

Aw, I know you must feel terrible.

You don't have to stay here while you're this upset.

Well...

maybe I could go to my sister's.

Would it be all right?

I'll be fine.

Just go on.

Thank you, Mrs. Warfield.

Why don't I tuck you in?

Listen, Todd, you're only making things

more difficult on yourself.

I told you, I didn't do anything.

We found the stolen jewelry in your closet.

I don't know how they got there.

And the shotgun used to kill Warfield.

And this piece of paper we found in your address book.

It's the combination to the Warfield safe.

What about Leon Banks? You talk to him, man?

He'll tell you I was with him all night.

Driving around, looking for houses to burglarize.

Yeah, yeah, ask him. Man, ask him.

We did.

We have a statement from him.

What's it say?

He said he hadn't seen you that whole night.

He's lying.

Well, looks like we got our man.

Is that your professional opinion?

Yes. Hmm.

Based on what?

Based on what I've heard.

I see.

You want to be D.A. someday?

Yes, sir.

So that you can be governor like your old man, right?

Yes, sir, I wouldn't mind.

Then stop having opinions

before you know what the facts are, hmm?

Hmm? Yes, sir.

Now get me Jake Styles.

♪ Easy to love, you know how I need you ♪

♪ Easy to love... ♪

I'd like to make a toast.

To what?

To your beauty, Oh.

Your charm,

your intelligence,

your good fortune in meeting someone like myself.

♪ Easy to love, the timing is so right ♪

♪ Easy to love, this could be our love night ♪

♪ Easy to love, I know... ♪

Mmm.

I, uh...

What?

I've got a surprise for you. For me?

What? You have to close your eyes.

What are we doing?

Keep your eyes closed.

Okay.

Open them.

What?

♪ Easy to love ♪

♪ I dreamt of this moment ♪

♪ Easy to love, let's end all the torment ♪

♪ Easy to love... ♪

It's good stuff.

Mmm, it is great stuff.

And it's just a sample of what I can deliver

if you buy from me instead of Harry.

Won't Harry be upset?

Harry will never know.

I think you're terrific, you know that?

And I think you're swell.

So, are you in?

Yeah, I'm in.

I've got a surprise for you.

What?

It's a surprise. Now close your eyes,

'cause if you don't, it's not a surprise.

Close your eyes. They're closed. They're closed.

They're closed. Okay. Okay.

All right.

Now, give me your hand,

okay? Okay.

It's a bracelet.

Waiter!

Jake, is this some kind of joke?

It's no joke.

Would you, uh, read the lady her rights?

Take her downtown and book her.

Jake!

Have fun, sweetheart.

You have the right to remain silent.

Hey, I see you made yourself comfortable.

Did you get my message?

Yeah, I got it.

I've been downtown getting a statement from Claudia Hart.

Oh? And how is your dear Claudia?

Well, among her many talents...

And she has many...

Claudia can sing,

which is what she's been doing all afternoon.

I think she'll cut whatever deal you want.

Well!

Nice work, Jake.

Thanks.

Are you aware

that your ten-dollar dog is drooling

all over my $1,400 Italian chair?

Max is not

a ten-dollar dog.

I gave the pound $15 for him.

Well, maybe it was $12.50.

I don't remember.

Well...

I guess you, uh, want to talk about the Warfield case, right?

Mm. You want a drink?

No.

I already helped myself.

Okay.

If you don't mind

my asking you,

with your salary, how the hell can you afford all of this junk?

It's so awful that it's got to be expensive.

I'm going to pass on the inflammatory part of that remark

and just say that, uh, people like to give me things.

I like to think it's because of my personality.

When I was a cop, we called that being on the arm.

Well, it's better than being on the take,

although having a reputation for being just a little crooked

sometimes comes in handy.

Evidently.

Tell me... what is this thing?

It looks like a neon

marquee on a nonsectarian whorehouse.

It's a phone.

They make this kind of stuff in the 20th century.

You're heard of the 20th century, haven't you?

Oh, yes, yes.

But phones should be like the original Ford automobile.

You can get any color you want...

As long as it's black.

I know.

Did you read the department's report

on the Warfield murder?

Cover to cover.

What's the problem?

Oh, I'm not sure.

It's all a little too neat for me.

One... this professional burglar leaves the stolen jewelry

and the murder weapon in his apartment, where we can find it.

Two... I see the victim that day and he seems depressed.

His maid says the same thing.

His wife tells a different story.

So?

So then the wife fingers Todd Carter.

Oh, and another thing, the same night he was killed,

Warfield smashes all the personal mementos in his den.

All in all, it sounds like John Warfield had a bad day.

I know it could be all coincidental,

but it sure as hell is eating at me.

There's something wrong, Jake.

Something really wrong.

Where do I start?

Well, Carter seems sure

that this Leon Banks character would give him an alibi,

before he heard that Banks left him hung out to dry.

Okay.

I'll go have a talk with Leon.

You know, J.L.,

Max looks a little under the weather, doesn't he?

He's not eating.

Maybe he's tired of looking like you.

It's a joke. It's just a joke.

I'll be in touch.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Could-could you, uh...

Yeah.

I rang the doorbell, but, uh,

but nobody answered.

I figured that your maid was watching the idiot box too loud

Ah. And didn't hear me.

Well, actually, the maid's away for a few days.

That maid's away for a few days?

Oh.

Well, you wouldn't mind if I just

take a look at your den one more time, would you?

Well, no, of course not.

Is there anything wrong?

Oh, no, no. Nothing.

Are you looking for anything in particular?

No, no, no. No, no.

I'm just-just looking.

Oh.

May I ask why?

Mrs. Warfield,

I'm going to tell you the truth.

There is something about the night of the murder

that bothers me.

Why would your husband destroy all of these things?

They must've been most precious to him.

I don't know.

If I tell you something,

can you treat it confidentially?

That depends entirely on what it is.

John had been drinking, recently, more and more,

and when he drank, he became depressed,

and that could explain all of this.

Yes,

that certainly could.

But it wouldn't explain

why he was so cheerful that afternoon, would it?

Yes.

He wasn't drinking then.

But this doesn't have anything to do with Todd Carter, does it?

Or does it?

No, no.

Not at all.

Who was at the...

Excuse me.

Hello, Carson.

I haven't had a chance to talk to you in years,

and I'm sorry that it's under these circumstances.

I thought you were living in Miami.

No. My father gave me an opportunity

to work with him and...

Oh, well, I was always under the impression

that you didn't really care for the lumber business.

Well, it was time to settle down.

Ah.

My goodness.

You're beginning to even sound like your father.

Good for you!

Well,

I better be going.

I'll find my way out. Oh.

Good-bye. Yes, good-bye.

So good to see you again.

Good evening. You, too. Bye-bye.

Trouble.

Mm.

You better get Leon Banks out of town.

Come on in.

I'll be ready in a minute.

Ready for what, Leon?

You, uh...

taking a little vacation, huh?

Nothing formal, I see.

Who are you?

I'm an acquaintance of Todd Carter.

He suggested I come by and see you today.

You know, he's very, uh,

very upset about being framed for murder.

What do you want?

Me? I-I don't want anything.

Todd...

Todd would like you to be his friend

and tell the police

where you really were the night Warfield was

killed.

Nice collection.

This yours?

I think you better get out of here.

You were with Todd that night, weren't you?

Who are you?

I'm a cop,

so why don't you tell me

the whole story?

Save you a trip downtown.

Won't have to fight the traffic.

Find a parking space. What do you think?

I'm very disappointed in you, Leon.

Hey, hey, over here!

Come on, come on, let's go!

What about Leon?

Leon's dead.

We were, uh...

we were having a talk.

Leon tried to get away.

What happened? Car comes pumping down the street,

hits him dead-on, at 60 miles an hour.

An accident? No way.

Plates?

I checked. The car's stolen.

Could you see the driver?

No.

I could see it was a man.

That was about it.

This guy could drive, too. He was good.

He made a couple of moves to get out of there

that I couldn't believe.

I'd like to meet up with this character.

He made me look bad.

We can't have that, can we?

You think you could get close to Carson Warfield?

The son?

Why?

He was a champion stock car driver.

That's why.

I don't understand why McCabe

isn't going forward with this prosecution.

Well, I hadn't felt that McCabe was delaying.

The evidence against Todd Carter is overwhelming.

People keep asking me why he hasn't even been arraigned.

The man killed my husband.

One of your dearest friends.

If it weren't for John, you wouldn't have appointed me

to this job.

I look at John's picture

on my desk every day.

And it's all that I can do...

to just handle the job.

Rebecca, you have performed admirably

under the circumstances.

John would've been very proud of you.

Thank you.

What are we going to do?

I want you to check all

of the Warfield business dealings.

Now, come on, Max.

Max, this stuff costs $9.00 a pound.

Should I ask Mrs. Warfield for that?

No, she's the last one I want you to ask.

Yeah?

The Mayor's here to see you.

Well, send him in.

Check with me later, will you?

Come on in, Frank.

Jason.

It's good to see you.

What the hell can I do for you?

Well, I was just wondering

what's happening with the Carter prosecution.

Oh, just checking out a few details.

What are you waiting for?

You're got more than enough to convict him.

Well, you know me, Frank... When I go to court,

I like to be certain there are no loose ends.

Well, I just left Rebecca.

I tell you, the girl's just falling apart.

All this hanging about in the air.

It just doesn't seem right.

Yes, I'll bet the wait must be killing...

Jason, I want the man prosecuted,

and this is not a suggestion.

Oh, Frank?

I'll get right on it... sir.

Thank you.

♪ Whoo! Yeah! ♪

♪ I want to look at you, baby ♪

♪ I want to feast my eyes ♪

♪ I want to look at you, baby ♪

♪ I know you're one big surprise ♪

♪ I want to look at you baby ♪

Remember me?

Hi, Tina.

I'm sorry about your dad.

Yeah, it was quite a shock.

I've missed you.

Look, it's over between us, kiddo.

♪ Look at you, baby... ♪

With the way we felt about each other?

It's over.

Do us both a favor and find somebody else.

Have you found somebody new?

No.

Then I think I'll hang in there just a little longer.

I'm just like you, Carson.

I hate to lose.

♪ The more I see ♪

♪ The more I like ♪

♪ The more I like, the more I love ♪

♪ To look at you, baby... ♪

Hi.

This is for you.

For me?

Yeah. Why?

Why not?

♪ ♪

I don't believe I got your name.

Carson Warfield.

Jake Styles.

I prefer to be on a first-name basis

with someone when I'm planning to take

all their money.

You seem pretty sure of yourself.

Are you?

There's something familiar about you.

You drove stock cars, right?

That's right. See, I thought so.

You were pretty good.

I was better

than pretty good.

But just a little better.

You gonna call or fold?

I'm gonna raise.

What's the deal, cowboy?

You in or not?

Does that answer your question?

You know what I think?

I think I'm going to have to take your money.

Maybe you'd better think again.

We'll have to do this again real soon.

You have over $20,000 here, sir.

You prefer cash or a check?

What's your favorite charity?

I don't know.

Children's Hospital, I suppose.

Good.

Make the check out to the Children's Hospital,

courtesy of Carson Warfield.

You're right.

We will have to do this again.

I don't know.

Maybe cards aren't your thing.

You still know how to drive, don't you?

Well, that's kind of like sex.

You never really forget how.

I've got this bathtub Porsche.

No one's ever been able to take me.

There's always a first time.

You want a drink?

Yeah, sure.

You're buying. Okay.

Morning.

Morning.

You were out late last night.

Yeah. Why, did I wake you?

No, I took a sleeping pill.

Those things are bad for you.

I know. Where were you?

Hanging out.

Really? Where?

At the club.

Now, look, we agreed.

Business as usual, right?

I know.

I just wanted you here.

Tonight.

I'll get it.

Mrs. Warfield, I'm sorry to have to bother you again,

but I have a couple of things I have to check out.

Of course.

Let's see, here in the living room

is the first thing.

Is there something wrong?

Hmm? Oh, no.

No, no, nothing at all.

Well, I... well, I don't think so.

Excuse me.

Good morning. Morning.

Mr. McCabe? Yes?

Why are you here?

Well, we're getting ready to prosecute Todd Carter,

and I had to make sure of my facts, that's all.

Oh. Oh, I just wish

we could prosecute the both of them.

"Both"?

Yes, two people committed this murder, not one.

Why do you say that?

Well, we know that, initially,

John was sitting in the living room with his dog.

And we also know that the intruders broke in through

the kitchen door, and I think

that one of them stayed in there to check out

the maid's room while the other one came through the hallway

and into the living room.

What makes you think that?

Well, the dog

went to the kitchen to investigate a noise

and was killed.

But when your husband heard that shot,

he still didn't have time to get to his desk drawer

and take out his revolver,

because the second intruder was

already in the living room

and killed him.

That's quite a theory.

How are you going to prove it?

I don't know.

It won't be easy.

What about Leon Banks?

Could he be the other one?

Well, why didn't he back up Todd Carter's story?

I don't know.

Sometimes thieves fall out.

Yeah.

Kind of a pleasant thought, isn't it?

Well, good-bye.

Good-bye.

We have to do something about him.

That's everything on Warfield's business...

Real estate, investments...

All looks pretty clean to me.

This is good work, Derek.

Very good.

Thank you, Mr. McCabe. Yeah.

Answer the door, will you?

Hey, Jake. Hey.

How are you?

Good. How are you? Good.

So what brings us together

in these low-class surroundings here, huh?

Hey, you got your doorbell fixed.

I'm impressed. Yeah.

Thank you very much.

Oh, don't sit so close to Max, will you?

Why? You know, he gets lint on him

from that cheap Italian suit.

Okay. All right.

All right.

Any luck with Carson?

Yeah.

Well, we had a little fun last night.

I took him for over $20,000 in a card game.

Uh-oh.

That boy and I are gonna get to know each other yet.

Gentlemen,

what I'm about

to say

should get no further than this room.

Don't ask me how I know, but I know

that Carson and Rebecca killed John Warfield.

It wasn't for money,

and it wasn't for power, so guess what the motive was?

Mama Bear is sleeping with Baby Bear.

Mrs. Warfield?

They murdered him, all right.

We're going to have to prove it.

First step is to prove that they're lovers.

Derek, that's gonna be your job.

Yes, sir.

How do I do that?

I want you to follow our dear deputy mayor.

I want details of everywhere she goes and everything she does.

Now, get going.

Thank you, sir. I'm on the case.

Thanks for the confidence in me.

Uh, boy, my arm is not a pump.

Excuse me, sir. Good-bye.

He's enthusiastic.

Yeah, but he's gonna be all right,

one of these days.

I hope.

So, what's next?

Jake, if I'm right,

we've got an older woman and a younger man

with a fatal attraction for each other.

Tell me about Carson.

Carson.

He's egotistic.

He's rich.

He hates to lose and he's very smart.

He's got an old girlfriend to die for,

who'd give anything to get him back.

Really? Yeah.

You know, it wouldn't hurt...

to drive a wedge between Carson and Rebecca.

And I guess that's your job.

Your Honor,

the defendant is a man

who has twice been convicted on burglary charges.

He has no other means of support other than what he has managed

to pilfer from unguarded households.

He has no friends, which is to be expected.

He has no family.

He has no ties to this city, except for his parole officer.

So, with the charges brought against him,

it would be very hard to imagine that he would do anything...

Anything... But flee jurisdiction.

Bail is denied.

Trial is set for 10:00 the 28th.

Oh, Carter.

I want you to get this straight.

As far as I'm concerned, you're a two-bit hood

who's never given anyone anything but grief,

but I just did you a favor.

The safest place for you right now is in jail,

so mind your manners in there

and you may come out of this all right.

However, I doubt it.

Carson...

I thought that was you.

How are you?

Hey. Good to see you.

Who is this lovely lady?

This is my stepmother.

Your stepmother? You got to be kidding me.

She looks more like your girlfriend.

So, are you going to introduce us or what?

Rebecca Warfield,

Jake Styles.

Hi, Rebecca.

It's nice to meet one of Carson's friends.

Thank you. It's my pleasure.

Actually, I just stopped by to see if your stepson

was avoiding me.

Why would he want to do that?

Well, we were supposed to have a race.

Like a marathon?

No, I think he means a car race.

You do remember.

Now, see, I was starting to think you got cold feet.

Styles, you amuse me.

I like you.

That could be a big mistake.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you be at the club tonight?

Okay.

Nice meeting you.

Hm. A pleasure.

Why two checks?

The lady said to give you hers.

I recognized the man.

I know that he works for you,

and when I realized that he was following me,

I was shocked;

I was insulted. How dare you do such a thing!

Mrs. Warfield, this all sounds like a terrible mistake,

Believe me.

Now, this fellow you say followed you.

What-what did he look like?

Young, blond, obviously incompetent.

Oh, no.

Get Derek Mitchell in here now!

There, you see?

We'll get to the bottom of this, Mrs. Warfield.

You'd better.

Yes, come in.

That's him.

Mitchell,

did you follow this woman?

Did you?! You answer my question!

You better speak up, boy,

or I'm gonna stick your butt in a sling

and shoot you across the state line!

Yeah, I...

You just took it upon

yourself, is that it?

You think that anyone connected with a murder is some kind

of a suspect?

Well, this is the deputy mayor!

Now you apologize to this woman!

I'm sorry.

Now get out of here

before I lose my temper!

There.

So you didn't authorize this?

Mrs. Warfield, please.

Have you followed?

Now, why should I do that, huh?

I can't imagine.

Good-bye.

I'm really sorry.

I didn't think she caught me.

I tried to be so...

Lighten up, kid.

I knew you'd get caught.

I was counting on it.

You knew I'd get caught?!

Yes.

We all do the first time.

Even you? Especially me.

I was never any good.

And I just don't understand that.

I guess I just didn't blend into the woodwork somehow.

And I still don't understand that.

♪ I'm a sentimental sap, that's all ♪

♪ What's the use of trying not to fall ♪

♪ I have no will, you've made your kill ♪

♪ 'Cause you took advantage of me ♪

♪ I'm just an apple... ♪

Mr. McCabe?

Who are you?

Lana.

I think we might be able

to do a little business together, Mr. McCabe.

Oh?

What kind of business?

I have some information on who really killed John Warfield.

How old are you, kid?

What's it to you?

Where you from, upstate New York? Ohio?

Buffalo.

Look, for $5,000,

I could help you out a lot.

Lana, let me tell you what I think.

Underneath that dreadful makeup you're wearing,

you look like a very sweet girl.

I guess you're a runaway,

and probably are working the streets by now, right?

That's my problem.

I'd like to help.

I want that information you've got,

so I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll pay you five grand,

but I'll send it back to your family in your name.

You want the information, you give me the money.

Here's my card.

Call me tomorrow.

Lana...

it's worth thinking about.

You still have a chance to get out of this kind of life.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Rebecca Warfield?

Yes?

I'm one of your greatest admirers.

I was so sorry to hear about your husband.

Oh, thank you.

I-I really hope you run for Mayor one day.

I think this city could use somebody like you.

Thank you. You're very kind.

Anybody follow you?

No.

How about you?

Nobody could.

Carson?

Yeah.

You know what I was thinking...

No.

I was think...

Where you going?

To the club.

My new best friend, remember?

You weren't serious.

Yeah, I was.

No. It's not safe.

In fact, it's childish.

It's fun.

Carson, stay here.

Be a good girl

and wait up for me.

Carson.

I'm supposed to meet a friend here,

but he's not here yet.

You mind if I keep you company until he shows up?

Not at all. Thank you.

It won't cost you a flower this time.

I'm Jake Styles.

Tina Robbins.

Hi, Tina.

Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?

A few times. Good.

I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't the first.

Oh, here he is. Hey, Carson, how are you?

Listen, I'd like you to meet someone.

This is... Hello, Tina.

Hi, Carson. Oh, you guys know each other.

A little. JAKE: Oh.

Are we going to do this or what?

Oh, you're anxious. I like that.

Anxious about what?

Well, we've got this little race planned.

Oh, by the way, what are, uh... what are the stakes?

My car against yours for pink slips.

I don't know.

My car's real special to me.

You can't handle the action?

You're on.

I would love to see this.

You can... with me.

Come on.

Do you really think you can beat him?

Hold on.

Look!

It's all yours, Jake.

Oh, come on.

I don't want your car. I really don't.

It's your car. Here, take the keys.

I'm just messing with you. Cute.

No, I'm not cute.

I thank you, but I'm really not that cute.

Hey.

Here, take your keys.

Take the keys. Look, I tell you something.

You want to talk about cute? This girl here

is... she's too much.

You guys got a thing going or what?

We're friends, yeah.

You're just friends? Yeah.

Maybe you could tell me a little bit about her.

I bet she goes from zero to 60 in about six seconds, right?

Why don't you ask her?

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

No. That's...

That's a little forward,

don't you think?

I don't know, maybe one day I'll take her out on a test drive.

No, go ahead, ask her.

Hey, hey, what's the matter with you?

Are you upset about this race?

No.

Hey, come on, it's just a race.

What are you upset about?

It's just a dumb race.

Look, I tell you what.

Why don't the three of us go and do something?

I don't know. We'll do some... Are you hungry?

I'm starving. We'll go get

something to eat, okay?

What do you think?

It's on me.

All right, let's go.

Yeah, come on. We'll have a good time.

I'll see you back at the club, all right? Yeah.

Okay.

Where the hell were you?!

Oh, baby.

You know where I was.

I was out racing with that guy, with Styles

and then him and me and Tina went... Tina?

You were with Tina? No, I wasn't.

Styles was with her.

Oh, yeah, really.

Rebecca... It was nothing.

It was nothing?!

You didn't come home... I waited!

You, you didn't call!

What was I supposed to think?

You could've been hurt.

You could've been killed.

Come here.

Now, listen to me.

There's two things you can count on.

One, I'm a real good driver.

And two, I'm faithful to you.

Hello, Mr. McCabe.

Hello.

I see you have your devious little protégé

with you. I never

leave home without him.

Hm.

Oh, I have some news that might interest you.

I may have a surprise witness

in your husband's murder case.

Really?

Is that good or bad?

Oh, it's very good.

For our side.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Devious, huh?

You know, it would be my pleasure

to personally lock her cell door.

Derek, such animosity towards a public official.

I'm shocked.

But I will recover.

Who the hell straightened up my desk?

Mrs. Collins, I know you're new here,

but did you straighten up my desk?

Well, don't ever do it again, you hear?!

Ever!

Who?

Oh, all right, put her on.

Mr. McCabe?

I'll take you up on your offer.

Meet me tonight at 8:00 at Third and Willard.

Okay, 8:00.

We may have a surprise witness after all.

They'll be here soon.

Let's get undressed and we'll get some pictures

of you and the Fatman.

I'm not sure that I want to do this.

Don't turn virgin on me.

Get undressed.

♪ ♪

Yes, this is McCabe.

I want to report a homicide.

This is just wonderful.

What do you expect me to do?

Stand by me.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to suggest that you take a vacation.

Frank, I was set up.

I know that,

but you've got to understand the situation.

The powers that be don't like you.

They have never liked you.

They're delighted to find a reason to get rid of you.

Yeah.

Do yourself a favor.

Take a vacation or...

take the suspension.

Do you have any idea who'd want to do this to you?

I sure as hell do.

Who?

I'll let you know.

You know, Styles, I can't quite figure you out.

I'm your favorite enigma, aren't I?

You take my money from me in a card game

and give it to charity.

And then you win my car from me

and give it back.

I'm a soft touch.

Or a hustler.

If I'm looking

for a big score...

Bigger than $20,000 and bigger than your Ferrari,

then what is it?

I haven't figured that out yet.

Okay. I'll make it easier for you.

There's only one thing that you've got that I want.

And I promise you I won't give it back.

I'm not that soft a touch.

She'll be over here in a minute.

Keep her safe for me, will you, till I get back?

Thanks.

Where's Jake?

Off gloating somewhere.

Look, you told me

to find somebody else.

He kind of reminds me of you.

Let's get out of here.

What do you mean?

I mean do you want the original or a copy?

Let's go.

Hello.

Is Carson there?

No. Who's this?

Oh, just a friend. Who's this?

His stepmother.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought...

Listen, I'm supposed to meet him over at his apartment,

but I'm going to be a little late.

Who is this?

I'm tired.

You're never tired.

Then let's go to bed.

I don't think so.

Then why did you bring me up here?

Because I didn't want Styles

to have you.

I'm sorry.

Well, there's got to be more to it than that.

Who is she?

What makes you say that?

Carson, you were never faithful to me,

so there's only one explanation for this.

You must be in love.

You don't know her.

Does she make you happy?

Yes.

Well, I love you enough to want to see you happy, too.

How about a drink, just between friends.

What are you doing here?

What is she doing here?

I'm having a drink with a friend.

Tell your friend to leave.

She's not finished.

She is now.

I think I'd better go.

No, no, no, wait, wait.

Not yet.

I want you to know, Carson, what your friend is up to.

She called me to make sure that I knew

that she was spending the night with you.

I didn't make any phone calls.

She's lying.

Good night, Carson.

What is the matter with you?

You don't own me.

You can't treat me like this... Like what?

I'm faithful to you.

It's like I'm married to you.

There was nothing going on, I swear.

Nothing...

You call that nothing?

For over 15 years, District Attorney J.L. McCabe,

who was one of our favorite local dinosaurs,

has been a vigilante running loose

within our judicial system.

Now, McCabe's attitude has always been

get a conviction at any price.

He has consistently sidestepped, ignored,

and simply taken the law into his hands

whenever they suited his purpose.

Do you believe that miserable son of a...?

But, this time, he may finally have gone too far.

Whether or not the death of this young homeless girl...

Hey, Derek, sit down.

Was the result of his professional

or personal excesses, remains to be seen.

What the hell are you doing here?

I just thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing.

They're really tearing me apart, aren't they?

Is there anything I can do?

Yeah... pass me the steak sauce.

I mean about the case.

No, I don't think so.

Thank you, Derek.

It's very kind of you, but I don't think so at all.

There we go.

You want something to eat?

You can have one of these, you know.

No. I'm sorry, sir. Under the circumstances,

I don't seem to have much of an appetite.

Derek, this may come as a surprise to you,

but I've been through a lot worse than this.

Now, if it doesn't ruin my appetite,

I don't know why it should yours.

There we go.

Hello, boys.

Hey, Jake.

Well, I've got some good news, boys.

Like what?

Carson Warfield just took the night flight to Brazil.

Carson?

Carson?

Hi.

He left town.

He took the night flight to Sao Paulo

with some girl... I think her name was Tina.

How do you know that?

It's my job to know.

And who are you?

Jake Styles.

We've met. You remember?

Vividly.

Why is it your job to know?

He's my personal investigator,

that's why.

I was wondering when you were going to get here.

I was thinking maybe you weren't going to make it.

Did you get stuck in the traffic?

Mrs. Warfield, good luck.

I'll talk with you later.

Would you like to explain to me why you're here?

She must've been a hell of a woman

for Carson to walk out on you.

Well, if you'll excuse me...

In answer to your question,

I'm here to see you...

to say a few things to you now

that I won't be able to say in court.

Don't make threats, Mr. McCabe.

I don't make threats.

This is a subpoena.

I'm putting you on the stand and I want you to know why.

Mrs. Warfield, I've spent most of my life as a cop and a D.A.

chasing killers and thieves, and as despicable as they were,

most of them were forced into crime by poverty

and desperation,

but that's no excuse for someone like you.

You've had it handed to you all the way,

and you turned out to be the worst of the lot.

You're a calculating, cold-blooded killer.

You murdered a good man, a man you professed to love.

I have no sympathy for you,

so I'm going to take you apart like a clock,

expose you to the world,

and let everybody see

exactly what you are and just how you tick.

Are you through?

Yes, until I see you in court.

You're forgetting something, Mr. McCabe.

You're not District Attorney anymore,

so you won't be in court.

Uh, Mrs. Warfield,

you do realize that you're all alone now.

And Mrs. Warfield, have you noticed

that strange smell in the air?

Do you know what it is?

It's fear.

I can't believe it.

Carson Warfield and Rebecca?

I just can't believe it.

I want to be reinstated as District Attorney.

I want to go back on the Carter case.

Here. What is this?

Well, that's my letter of...

you know, I'm agreeing to resign.

I just don't know if I can do this.

Frank, I've done a pretty good job for this city

for the last 20 years,

but if I can't bring Rebecca Warfield down, I'm through.

You're rid of me.

Now reinstate me!

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do. Be seated.

We have a lot to talk about today,

haven't we, Deputy Mayor Warfield?

Mr. McCabe, I'm here to do anything I can to help.

Now, these jewels which were found in Todd Carter's apartment

and marked People's Exhibit Number 27,

do you recognize them?

Yes, they belong to John, my late husband and me.

We kept them in the safe at our home.

Huh. Good. Thank you.

Now, this piece of paper,

also taken from Todd Carter's apartment...

People's Exhibit Number 14...

Do you recognize the combination that's written on it?

It's the combination to the safe at our house.

Mm-hmm.

You told the authorities that you were in your office

the complete day and evening...

uh, evening of the 28th.

Is that correct?

Yes.

The mayor called to tell you of your husband's death.

Is that right? Yes, it is.

You told the authorities

that you didn't see Carson Warfield all that day.

Isn't that right?

That's accurate.

Uh-huh.

Carson rented apartment number 21

at the Amsterdam Apartments

at 319 Sycamore Street.

Is that right?

Yes, I believe so.

It says he rented the apartment ten days before the murder.

Is that right?

I don't know when he rented it.

Well, I have a copy of his lease right here,

and interestingly enough,

when you rent one of these apartments,

you can have maid service, if you want it,

and Carson didn't want to take it.

Now, don't you think that odd?

If you say so.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no. I don't say so.

What do you say?

I say not particularly.

Not particularly.

Thank you.

You see... if he had taken maid service...

then I wouldn't have in my hand, here, a receipt

for shotgun shells

bought just a few days before the murder...

Shells loaded with double-aught buckshot,

just like the buckshot

that killed your husband.

Miss Grant, will you please stand?

Do you recognize this woman?

I'm not sure.

Well, this woman, Katie Grant,

resides at the Amsterdam Apartments,

in apartment 35.

Oh, yes.

I remember. We spoke once.

Well, Miss Grant is prepared to go on the stand and testify

that she saw you

and Carson on the evening of the murder

at the Amsterdam Apartments,

yet you've told us that you were

working throughout that evening

and that you didn't see

Carson at all that day.

Now, you lied, didn't you?

I lied.

You lied because you had something to hide.

You had a fatal attraction,

you and Carson Warfield.

You were lovers.

Isn't that correct?

No, that's not true!

You both killed your husband because he found out,

and then you robbed the safe and planted evidence on Todd Carter.

Isn't that correct?

No! That's not true!

You lied about where you were that day,

you lied about seeing Carson and your relationship with him,

and you're lying now!

You killed your husband, didn't you?

I didn't kill him.

Carson did.

I was with Carson

that night.

He called me to come over.

He was very upset. He'd had a fight with John.

Things had been strained between them for some time.

He asked me to speak to John on his behalf,

and of course I agreed... He's my stepson.

But you lied to the police.

Yes... to me, this was a private

family matter.

Carson and his father fought, yes.

Yes, there'd been threats,

but this happens at some time in most families.

Mr. McCabe, I didn't think at the time

that Carson had murdered John.

The safe

had been robbed!

Everyone assumed that it was Todd Carter... I did.

So Carson killed your husband?

Yes.

He robbed the safe

and planted the evidence on Todd Carter?

Yes.

And Leon Banks, what about him?

Carson hired him to keep Todd occupied that night.

Later, he paid him off to say he wasn't with him.

Leon Banks was later killed.

By Carson.

And the prostitute Lana Kent?

He killed her to discredit you.

Well, why didn't you come forward

with this evidence before?

You have to believe me.

I only found out this morning.

Really?

And how was that?

Carson called. I don't know

where he was calling from.

He was very upset.

He... said he'd run away.

He was crying, and then he told me everything.

It was awful.

I begged him to turn himself in.

He said he couldn't face that.

I said if he didn't, that I would have to go

to the police myself, which I did this morning.

I made a complete statement to Lieutenant Peters.

And you had no part in this?

No. I have sworn to the truth.

Ask Carson.

Find him. Ask him.

Help him to confess.

No further questions.

Cross-examine?

No questions, Your Honor.

You may step down.

Your Honor, I call Carson Warfield to the stand.

Mr. Warfield, you haven't been

traveling abroad for the last 24 hours, have you?

What does that mean?

You guys picked me up for some outstanding traffic violations.

You've been herding me around from jail to jail all night.

What is this?

Your Honor, I would like

to have Rebecca Warfield's testimony

read back to this witness, please.

Start with, uh...

Question: "So Carson Warfield killed your husband?"

Answer: "Yes."

Question. "He robbed the safe

and planted the evidence on Todd Carter?"

Answer: "Yes."

Question: "And Leon Banks? What about him?"

Answer: "Carson hired him to keep Todd Carter occupied that night,

then Leon was paid off to say he wasn't with him."

Question: "Leon Banks was later killed?"

Answer: "By Carson."

Question: "And the prostitute Lana Kent?"

Answer: "He killed her to discredit you."

Question: "And you had no part in this?"

Answer: "No."

Mr. Warfield, your stepmother has seen fit to come forward

with the truth about your father's murder.

Well, she left out one detail.

Really?

And what was that?

She pulled the trigger on my old man.

Order!

Ho!

Well done.

Mr. McCabe, you were brilliant in court.

Finding that surprise witness blew the case wide open.

You mean this witness?

This is Katie Grant.

I planted her in the building.

She works undercover downtown at Division One.

Please have a seat.

And as of now, she's all yours.

Well, I mean, your own personal investigator.

Hey, Max.

So, J.L., how's Max doing? Is he eating yet?

No.

Neither J.L. nor I have had any luck so far.

Well, I bet I can make him eat.

You?

Yeah.

What's the bet?

One week's vacation.

You got it.

One week. One week.

Don't move.

I won't move.

What the hell is he doing?

I have no idea.

Cheers.

Oh, my God, what is it?

What is that? Max... Max...

Oh, my God! Meet Maxine.

Go on, Max.

What we have here is a fatal attraction.

Cheers.

And to you, too.