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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.

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♪ ♪

Sally, welcome home.

How was your trip?

Not good.

Well, what's the matter?

Sir Philip wasn't a complete gentleman?

I thought you were my friend.

Of course I'm your friend.

Please don't lie to me.

I want to talk to Peter.

Right now, I don't think

that that's such a perfect idea.

Hey, Sal, how you doing, babe?

You know those drugs in my suitcase?

Customs missed them, but I didn't.

Drugs? Now, what are you talking about?

I had a long plane ride home.

I figured it out.

I know how you do it.

I just want to know why you took advantage of me.

Listen, baby,

obviously, there's been some kind of mix-up here.

Don't worry about it.

We'll straighten it out.

All right?

You've been using all of us girls, haven't you,

to smuggle all your drugs...

It's not as though you're not well-paid.

$5,000 for a weekend in London or Paris or Rio

is not exactly tough duty.

What do you want, Sally?

Peter, I could've gone to jail for years,

and you ask me what I want.

I'm sorry.

Look, it won't happen again.

It was a one-shot deal.

I don't believe you.

I always wondered how you could afford all this

on just an escort service.

Oh, Sally, stop.

Now, look, there's a real easy answer here.

Sally doesn't want to work for us anymore, right?

That's right.

Well, I'm sorry to lose you, but...

no hard feelings, huh?

You know, if you need any help,

or you want to come back,

all you have to do is phone me.

Good luck, Sally.

I'll call you.

The Tigers look tremendous...

Damn! The game's already started.

Another fast break. Two on one.

The dish-off. He lays it up and in.

A great play! Now, the Hawks...

Listen, I can turn her around.

Is that right?

Yeah. I can handle her.

Well, that's what you're here for.

He lays it up. It's good!

Cheap foul! Cheap!

Oh, what a sensational bank shot...!

He was in very, very hard, but still... I'm worried.

Throw the ball and get the hoop...

In his face! All right! Here come the Tigers...

Get me some lunch, okay?

Another slam dunk!

Another two points.

This game is getting more exciting

by the minute, as they post up inside...

Another basket for the... Yeah!

Thank you, Mr. Boardman.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Mr. McCabe?

Hmm? Ah. Oh, oh, yes.

Uh, just one moment, Your Honor, please.

Where the hell did I put that report?

Try your coat pocket. Mm.

No, I distinctly remember

putting it in my briefcase, damn it.

Is the prosecution ready,

Mr. McCabe?

Yes, Your Honor, of course.

Well, to hell with it.

Mister...

Boardman...

It is Boardman, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

You have testified

that you were with the defendant

all night, playing cards,

and that he could not have murdered the decedent.

Yes, sir.

Oh, here it is!

Uh... you sure about that?

Yes.

What's your sleeve length?

Your Honor...

Uh, this is extremely relevant, Your Honor. Please.

Proceed.

What's your sleeve length, sir?

32. Are you sure?

Yeah.

Oh.

Well, I, uh...

I find that very, uh...

very odd, Mr. Boardman.

Because as near as I can tell, you have the longest arms

in this state.

If you were sitting in Detroit

while you were playing cards with the defendant,

who was in California.

Sir, this is a report from the Detroit police.

Take a look at it. Go on.

It says Leo Boardman,

booked on the afternoon of the 28th

and held for 24 hours on a drunk driving charge.

And there's your face with that crooked little smile on it.

Eh?

Now, why on earth do you suppose

the Detroit police would say that

they had you locked up in jail all night, when you claim

that you were playing cards with the defendant?

I, uh...

I-I-I don't know.

Yes.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Oh, um... Leo.

Never drink and drive.

It can kill you.

This court will stand in recess

until 2:30 this afternoon.

He's a really nice man... Don't be nervous.

Excuse me.

Mr. McCabe?

Uh, yeah... excuse me just a minute.

Yes. Yes.

Mr. McCabe, this is Sally Rogers.

This is the woman I told you about.

Oh, yes, yes.

You have some information for us, I believe.

It's about the man she's been working for.

We've had an open file on Peter Brock

for the last six months at the department.

If these girls are in a drug operation,

it's pretty big money.

You're absolutely sure about this?

I was one of his girls until today,

but I never knew about the drugs

until this last weekend in London.

You willing to testify?

Peter's just a kid,

but if he knew I was here, he'd have me killed.

Well, we'll put you in protective custody,

starting right now.

You can't stop them if they want to kill me.

You've got no choice.

You know they can't afford to let you walk.

We'll do everything possible.

Okay.

All right, set her up in a hotel

and stay with her.

Get a statement this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. McCabe.

Of course.

I'll check in with you later.

You just let me know if you need anything.

I'll let you know if I hear something.

Stand back... Just give her some air.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, let me through, will you, please?

Will you please let me through?

Get some help.

I'll get the paramedics.

You did what?!

But we had to get rid of her.

She was a call girl.

She has zero credibility, even if she did talk.

Yeah. She was talking, all right.

She was talking to the DA.

I wonder how much she told him.

Diedre...

sweetheart, try to understand,

it didn't mean anything until he killed her.

Now the DA knows there's something going on.

But I thought you guys wanted me to...

Yeah, well, do me a favor,

don't do any more thinking, just get out!

I'm sorry, Peter.

You should be... It was your idea to hire him.

I know.

Get out the table... I need a massage.

Gertrude?

Gertrude?

Not just now.

Oh, come on, Gertrude!

City employees are entitled

to a 15-minute coffee break twice a day.

I have seven minutes left.

You may have ten seconds.

What do you want?

Have you heard from Jake Styles?

No.

Gertrude!

You can't fire me without cause.

Why don't you go on a diet?

I'll try yours.

Mr. McCabe?

Yes? Where's Jake Styles?

I've been trying to get him on the phone.

Well, try him again!

Yes, sir.

I'll tell you, this city is going to hell.

There you go. Go on.

I'll try him myself!

What's his number, huh?

555-4796.

Hi.

Hi. Where the hell have you been?

Relax. But since you asked, I'll tell you.

I've been in accounting all morning

Really. trying to get them to pay my expense account,

which they refuse to do, unless you sign for it, right here.

Hmm.

Right there.

Do you really, seriously, expect me to sign this?

Yes.

This is an outrage, Jake!

You know, we've got a responsibility

to the taxpayers in this city.

Look at this item.

What? Look at that!

$200 for lunch. I know.

This is when I took you to Chez Pasquale

to celebrate your 20th year as DA.

Don't you remember?

You with me? Remember, we went...

Yes, I remember, I remember.

All right, all right.

Well, leave it here and I'll get into it.

Good.

I tried Jake again, but he's... not home.

Hi, Jake.

Of course he's not home!

He's here.

He's never where he's supposed to be.

I hear you had some action.

Yeah, thanks to a creep named Peter Brock.

Where do I know that name?

He started running dope in high school.

We nailed him once, but he was a juvenile and got off easy.

Seems he graduated to call girls and big-time dope running,

and now murder.

I want him, Jake.

You hear me?

I want to drive a stake through his heart.

I've got something.

Sally mentioned the name Ed Harper, so I checked him out.

Take a look at this rap sheet.

Charming. KATIE: Mm.

Yeah, well, look at his picture.

I saw him in the courthouse yesterday.

What? Are you sure?

Yeah. When I was leaning over Sally,

he was there.

Where do I find him?

Vice says he hangs out at the Windsor Club.

But it's gonna be good.

Come on, drink up... You're gonna have nightmares.

Why not? Huh?

Excuse me, sir. Huh?

I didn't order that.

You didn't have to.

I'll take it from here. Thank you.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Jake Styles, Ed.

Honey, you know where the front door is, right?

Sure. Do you?

Oh, be nice.

I want you to be nice and do me a favor.

Right outside is a cab.

You go give this to the cab driver.

He'll take you anywhere you want to go, okay?

She's not the one who's going, pal.

You are.

Ed, I don't really want to discuss Sally

in front of the young lady.

I think she may find it discouraging.

I'll give you a call, honey, all right?

Don't tell me you're a cop.

Me?

Ed, do I look like a cop?

I'm a man of distinction, just like you.

Oh, spare me the comedy, my friend.

Now what do you want?

All right. Sally and I were friends in Chicago, okay?

She was supposed to introduce us.

A nice kid.

I'm gonna miss her.

Which makes us getting together all that more important.

Check this out.

Daphne, Jennifer, Donna,

Ann, this one, Ann, she's hot. She's my favorite.

So you got a big family.

Ed, be serious.

You need girls. I know that.

I can deliver.

Nice girls, Midwestern girls,

and they're ready to travel.

I don't know you, my friend.

Make an effort.

Here's my number.

Maybe I'll give you a call.

Don't wait too long.

Ed Harper's days as an entrepreneur are over.

Yeah... it's a shame, isn't it?

You get a chance to look at the plates on the car?

No. No such luck.

Ah, poor girl.

Poor dumb girl.

It's not your fault, you know.

Thanks, Jake.

But it is my responsibility.

Here you go, McCabe.

Oh, thank you very much. Let me see that. What's in there?

Hey, what are you doing?

Give me my bag back, will you?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

It's for the dog. Come on.

For a family of four.

Oh, come on.

Well, that's what it's for.

Look at all of this.

Give me that. Hey, how are you?

I checked with the DMV.

Well, let's hope we're getting somewhere.

We are.

Peter Brock owns a Ferrari, '87.

Fire-engine red, I hope.

Well, it doesn't exactly say fire-engine red.

Does it say red?

Yes, sir. Red.

Red.

Good. That's close enough. I'll be in touch.

Yeah.

That's fine. Drive on up.

All right. Thanks a lot.

Can I help you?

Your name, please?

I have to see if your name

is on the list.

Aha... ah, okay.

Is he Italian?

Just tell me your name.

All right, I'm gonna let him go through. Go ahead.

I'm gonna go tell Mr. Brock.

I don't believe we've met.

I'm sure of it.

I'm Diedre Clark.

Hi.

I'm Jake Styles.

And that was Peter's glass.

Oh, you mean the birthday boy.

You're a friend of his?

No. Actually, we've never met.

Who invited you?

Ed Harper.

Matter of fact,

have you seen Ed around here anywhere?

No, not today. No?

You're a professional friend of Ed's?

Oh, Ed and I go back a long way.

All the way back to last night.

How old is Peter now?

He's 21.

Really.

That's nice.

Do you, uh...

do you know what makes a woman irresistible?

Why do I think you're going to tell me?

It's character.

Men love women with character.

And you can tell a woman with character?

Mm.

By the way she carries herself,

by the way she looks into your eyes,

proud of who she really is.

Like you.

What's your line of business, Jake?

Women with character.

As a matter of fact, women with character are hard to come by.

I don't believe we've met.

Hi. I'm Jake Styles.

Hi. Congratulations on your birthday.

Listen, I...

I really feel a little embarrassed, you know.

Ed told me that this was a party.

He didn't tell me it was a birthday party,

so I didn't bring a gift.

I'm, I'm really sorry.

Don't worry about it.

Okay.

Can I see you for a minute?

Sure.

Don't mind me.

I'll just wander around.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

What was that all about?

I'm not sure.

He's a... a businessman of sorts.

Peter! My man!

Hey, how you doing, Richard?

Good. Happy birthday.

Thank you very much.

That's great. So you're legal now. I am.

In every state in the Union.

Mr. Brock, may I speak with you for a second?

Sure. What's up?

There was a man who came in here who only spoke Italian,

and I don't know if he's got an invitation.

Dark hair, tan suit?

That's him.

I'll take care of it.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You look like somebody who's looking for somebody.

The question is...

what are you looking for?

Me? I'm just looking for a good time.

Here in the garage?

Wherever I can find it.

How about you?

I don't know what your game is, but I think you better leave.

I just got here.

Besides, we have to sing "Happy Birthday."

Ed Harper's not coming to the party.

He's dead.

You just found this out?

We were calling around for him, and we got the news.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

What?!

Not that Ed got iced, but that it's news to you.

You see, I had this terrible feeling

that maybe you people had something to do with it.

Just who are you?

Ed and I were supposed to do some business together.

I've got a stable of working girls

and Ed was running a little dry.

I was with him last night.

I didn't see who did it,

but I heard it was someone with

a red Ferrari.

So, I thought I'd come out here

and check it out, see if you had one.

I'm glad to see that you don't.

Makes it a lot easier to do business.

You got two minutes to make me like you.

If I were you, kid, I wouldn't be too independent.

You need girls, so you need me.

I'm a lot smarter than Ed and a hell of a lot healthier.

My number's on here.

When you get over your grief, you call me.

Maybe I'll still be interested.

Oh! Peter!

What are...?

Why don't I trust you, Diedre?

Peter...

Hi, Jake.

Is everyone comfortable?

You're out of diet sodas.

Oh.

I'll have to remember to buy some.

I think I'll change the locks while I'm at it.

Derek, get the dog off of Jake's sofa.

Max is allergic to that cheap, synthetic fabric.

You know that.

Is there a reason for this visit, or am I being punished?

Jake, please, relax, will you?

You're making my dog nervous.

How'd it go?

No Ferrari,

but I did see some glass

that could've been a tail light.

Mm.

Get up a list of all the shops

that do body work on Ferraris.

I'll have it in the morning.

You'll have it tonight.

I'll have it tonight.

Jake.

On a totally different subject,

I figured your expense account voucher.

I can only hope that there's no investigation,

'cause if there is, I will deny everything.

What a guy.

Thanks, J.L.

Did you make any progress with the kid?

Well, I don't think he's fond of me,

but he does have a girlfriend that's worth looking into.

Very attractive, very smart.

You like her, do you?

You know me better than that.

You got an angle?

No.

But I think he makes her nervous.

I'll give it some thought.

Let me give you a hand. Thank you.

I don't know why you always sit in this couch.

Thing's a mantrap, is what it is.

Look, you hungry?

I'm going to make some pasta.

Uh, well, no.

As a matter of fact, we already had something.

Why don't you have a nice,

nice salad, huh?

Why?

Because we ate all your pasta.

Good night, Jake.

This is the place.

It looks familiar.

I think I know the guy who owns it.

Yeah, this is the same place.

I wonder if he's still here.

That looks like the red Ferrari.

2-F... It's Peter Brock's, all right.

Derek.

Yes, sir?

There's something I want to talk to you about

and it's quite important.

You want to be a first-rate trial attorney, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Then you've got to learn when to be tough

and when to be sweet.

Sweet?

Yeah... charming, affable, ingratiating, sweet.

Didn't they teach you anything at Yale?

Now, look, the man who owns this shop

is a two-time loser, and he's going to be

apprehensive about talking with us.

So when I give you the cue...

You want me to be sweet.

With a great, big, friendly smile.

Got it? Got it.

Got it.

Oh, my God.

McCabe.

Something must be wrong with my eyes.

J.Z., is this you, bigger than life?

J.Z., how are you?

Oh, my goodness. You've gained weight.

Is this your shop? Yes, it is.

I hardly recognize you not in the act of committing a crime.

McCabe, I'm legit.

Of course you are.

I see that Mr. Brock is having a little work done on his car, huh?

Is, uh, that Brock's car?

J.Z., did he drive it in, hmm?

No, we towed it in.

I think it was at Brock's house.

Ah, I see. Okay.

Well, you're replacing a taillight and a bumper

and some side molding, right?

What's wrong with them?

Well, just a nick here and a nick there.

A little nick there, huh?

The kind of nicks caused by gunshots, I suppose.

Come on, McCabe, you know me better than that.

I never did favor guns.

That's true.

Come here.

You see the guy over my shoulder there?

The kid?

Yeah, yeah.

He's the one that works for me.

He's an assistant district attorney with a perfect record.

Unfortunately...

he's a killer.

Him?! That's right.

He's never lost a case, and he's on this one,

and he has serious doubts about you.

Me?

Possible accessory to murder.

Me?!

You want to know the way that you can tell

that he's about to go to your throat, rip your heart out?

He smiles.

And the bigger the smile...

Well, even with all my days as prosecutor,

I've got to admit that it turns my stomach.

Derek? Yes, sir.

Come over here, will you?

I want you to meet J.Z.

J.Z., how you doing? Fine.

Oh, Derek, will you do something for me?

Will you go sit in the driver's seat for me?

That's a boy.

Your cue's coming up.

Thank you, Derek.

That's fine. That does it. Just great.

This is a great place you have here.

Yeah.

How did you get J.Z. to cooperate?

We played good cop, bad cop.

We did?!

Yeah, and you were great, Tiger.

J.Z.?!

J.Z.!

J.Z. had to go out for a couple of minutes,

but I believe I can help you.

Diedre, I don't think you're telling me the truth.

Well, I am.

Let's try again, then, huh?

Where were you the night that Ed Harper was killed?

I was home.

At Peter Brock's.

That's right.

Can anyone corroborate that?

I was in my room.

Diedre, the last person to drive the sports car

was about your size.

So?

Well, what if I told you

that you were seen driving away

from the Windsor Club after Ed Harper was shot?

I'd say you have enough to press charges.

Miss Clark, please don't answer any more questions.

Who the hell are you?

Jordan Sawyer of Sawyer Long.

We've been retained

to represent Miss Clark, and I suggest

you either book my client or release her,

because this interrogation is over.

Miss Clark,

you and I will meet again.

Open up, Charlie.

Thank you.

You okay?

You sent the lawyer?

You needed one.

Hop in.

How did you know I was there?

Let's just say I have friends.

Which is more than the Boy Wonder can say.

Thanks for the help.

It's all right.

What are you doing with him?

It's business.

He's a kid. He's in over his head.

Look, I don't have a lot of choice.

Yes, you do.

You and I could run his operation.

We don't need him.

Why do you want me?

I told you, I'm a good judge of character.

I wish I could.

You could if you wanted to.

I'll catch a cab.

Think about it.

♪ ♪

I thought about it.

Come on in.

You want a drink?

Oh, no.

I can't stay.

I had to sneak out.

I don't want Peter to find out I left.

You don't have to go back, you know.

I thought you wanted to talk business.

Was that true, or...

is this just a come-on?

No, it's true, it's true.

Are you a cop?

Who said I was a cop?

Are you?

No.

I'm sorry. It's okay.

I had to ask.

No, I understand, it's all right.

I can get you...

all of Peter's records.

I kept them for him.

But there's one condition.

This has to be strictly business.

I don't want to make the same mistake twice.

Whatever you say.

When Peter finds out what we're doing,

it's gonna get ugly.

Let me worry about that, okay?

Do you want a drink?

A small one, maybe?

I got to go now.

Be careful.

Good night.

Good night.

I don't want to do this.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You restless?

You're a cop.

Wait a minute. You lied to me.

Wait a minute, let me explain it to you. Huh!

I can't believe

you did this to me!

After I told you I didn't want to get involved!

You gonna let me explain or not?

No! You took advantage of me

even when I told you I didn't want to get involved!

I should never have trusted you.

Peter.

You scared me.

Have a good time?

Peter, why are you up?

I couldn't sleep.

I worry about you.

I worry about...

where you go...

and who you see.

Like tonight.

I had you followed, Diedre.

How dare you.

How's your friend Jake?

He's the same.

Damn it, what were you doing over there?

Answer me!

Peter, you're breaking my arm.

Peter!

Peter, why are you doing this?

You're sleeping with him, aren't you?!

No.

You've lied to me this whole time.

You never loved me, you were just using me.

No...

I... No, I...

I want the truth!

He's a cop.

What did you say?

He... he's a cop.

You found out because you slept with him.

You wouldn't even know, if it wasn't for me.

God, I hate you.

Hello?

Jake, it's me.

What's wrong?

He found out.

He found out what?

He knows you're a cop.

I couldn't help it.

He was so mad when I got home, he hit me.

All right, um, can you get out of there?

No, Jake!

Please...

Get here... fast.

I'm afraid for my life.

All right, okay, I'm on my way.

Jake, the rear gate is unlocked,

and just come through the French doors?

Okay.

You did the right thing.

Whatever you say.

At least I know you're not double-crossing me...

now.

♪ ♪

He's not dead.

He's drugged.

Drop the gun.

Drop it!

Now over there.

You've wanted to take over all along, didn't you?

That's why you had him hire Ed.

You thought Ed was gonna help you move Peter out.

What is it?

New shipment of drugs?

Time to take over?

That's right.

You set me up!

I was a little restless myself tonight,

so I went through your purse while you went through my apartment.

These are your bullets.

Those are blanks.

Hold it a minute.

You see, I told you we'd meet again, hmm?

Well, you don't look any the worse for wear.

I tell you what... What?

Maybe I'll buy you a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, huh?

Well, that sounds good.

You name the place. Okay.

The Windsor Club. Eww...

Matter of fact, we'll put it on your expense account.

You got me that time!

All right, come on, let's go.

What the hell?