All language subtitles for Hunter S03E06 - From San Francisco with Love

I choose to believe
that it was David.

He would have
inherited over $80 million.

Can I interest
you in a nightcap?

Yes.

So did your little San Francisco
honey get off all right?

She sure did, right on time.

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

You win some, you lose some.

Hold it! Police!

Is there anything
else I can offer you?

I think you already have.

Did you like the food, Joe?

Oh, that food was great.

Ha ha ha! I don't know
why you say that.

Good wine.

Yeah, that was
great. Good for you.

Let me see. I got that
thing here somewhere.

Joe.

Oh. There it is.

Yeah. I'll drive.

Oh, I can drive.

Joe!

That's great. Where's
Hendricks now?

He went to go wait in the car.

Joe Ellis was a private eye.

Private eye, huh?

Damn world's not safe
for anybody, McCall.

Let's go talk to Hendricks.

You see anybody in there?

No.

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

That's where I left him.

And he's not there now.

He's not? No.

Uh, excuse me. You
can understand

that I had to calm
down everybody inside.

Um... when... when is all this

going to be taken care of?

We're gonna be out of
here as soon as we can.

Now, listen, you said
Hendricks was a regular

for this restaurant?

He comes here quite often.

Uh, the dead man I've
never seen before,

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

Did anybody stop by their table
while they were having their meal?

Uh, not that I saw.

I must, I must really
go back inside now.

I want to talk to you
a little bit later on.

I'll be there.

You know, if I
were Mr. Hendricks,

I wouldn't have hung
around here, either.

Yeah? Why is that?

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

Why do you say that?

The man who got shot was drunk.

Now, he stumbled in
front of Mr. Hendricks

just as the shot was fired.

Hunter: So, how are we doing?

McCall: I think we're in.

You don't think this guy took
Philip marlowe too seriously, do you?

Heh.

This guy's a real
detective's detective.

Don't tell me a bottle.

About 3 of them.

2 of them on empty.

Heh heh. Well,
everything in its place,

and a place for everything.

Aren't these attractive?

What size are they?

Hey, I live right.

"Hendricks, David."

Nada, hombre.

Hmm. To Joe Ellis.

Looks like a check.

Hmm.

It's from David Hendricks.

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

Did you check it out?

Yeah. I listened
to it. It's blank.

Think he erased it?

Woman: What are you doing here?

Who are you people?

I'm sergeant hunter.

This is sergeant McCall,

metropolitan homicide.

Where's David? Who are you?

What are you doing
here? What's happened?

Well, who are you?

I'm Jill Tyler, David's fiancé,

and I want to know
what's going on.

Where's David? And
who let you in here?

Do you have a search warrant?

Yeah.

Well, I'd like to see it.

This says Joe Ellis,
for an address on pico.

I want you out of here.

Why?

I don't have to answer that.

You are here illegally,
and I want you out now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. We
are not here illegally.

David Hendricks fled the scene
of a crime... a homicide, I might add.

When we went to find him in his
office, he wasn't there, so we came here.

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

Will you shut up a minute?
We came to the back door

and it was open,
so we came inside,

which we had every right to
do under the circumstances.

We found evidence that
Hendricks packed a suitcase

and he let himself
out the back door.

Do you know Joe Ellis?

Yes.

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

David didn't kill him.

Joe was working for David.

Yeah? What was he working on?

I don't think I
should answer that.

Hendricks left the
scene after the shooting.

We haven't found him.

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

That's why we're here.

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

It's not like him to
go a whole night

without calling me.

What kind of danger?

Well, we think he might've been
the intended victim last night.

Was anybody after him?

Yes.

His stepmother.

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

3 weeks ago in San Francisco.

Pretty nice view from up here.

Depends on which
way you're looking.

Sergeant foster,

was it night or day when
he was pushed out of here?

We haven't proved
yet that he was pushed.

He may have jumped.

Is there any basis
for that theory?

He had just suffered a
severe emotional trauma.

He and his wife had been
married a couple of years

and were expecting a baby.

Revitalized his whole life.

Apparently, that was
all he could talk about...

Becoming a father
again at his age. He was 63.

His wife suffered a miscarriage

2 days before he
went out this window.

How old was she?

29, I think.

Anyway, the problem is
there were no witnesses.

No one saw him
come into this hotel,

and he had no known
reason for being here.

Well, where was his
wife when this happened?

Still in the hospital.

I guess you know her stepson thinks
Mrs. Hendricks tried to kill her husband.

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

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

there is no evidence
of any motive...

Although Mr. Hendricks
was a very wealthy man,

so there is a whole
lot of money at stake.

Do you think you could
possibly arrange it

so we could meet Mrs. Hendricks?

Sure. She's been
very cooperative.

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

I'll phone her from there.

Sure.

Cooperative.

Very, very cooperative.

Are you talking about Mrs.
Hendricks or sergeant foster?

Ha ha ha! You cannot stand it

when there's a beautiful
woman around, can you?

Another beautiful woman.

Nice save.

Mm-hmm. It sure was.

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

They'll appreciate
your seeing them.

And thanks.

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

Good. Uh-uh-uh. No, no.

Shall we, girls?

Your cut of this is about $9.75.

And leave her a good
tip. She was great.

Since we're dealing with a woman

who's lost a baby and a
husband in the last 3 weeks,

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

You've been dealing with her.
Why don't you just take the lead?

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

If her husband was murdered,

she wants to know who and why.

Woman: My husband held on to
that stock for over 20 years.

Now, you'll have to give me a
better reason than that to sell it.

Yes, Arnold. That's my decision.

I will speak with
you later. Thank you.

Ah, yes, sergeant foster. Hello.

Mrs. Hendricks, this is sergeant
McCall and sergeant hunter.

Hello. How are you?

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

Yes. Um...

David Hendricks
disappeared the other night

after an associate of
his was shot to death

out in front of a los
Angeles restaurant.

And you think David did it?

No, no. We don't
think he did it.

We think he was scared
and took off because...

Well, he might've thought
the shot was meant for him.

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

He's a wimp.

I mean, David doesn't
have any friends.

Or enemies. He's, um...

He's like I said. He's a wimp.

Do you think there could be any
connection with what happened to David

and the death of your husband?

David certainly is connected
with my husband's death.

I believe he hired
someone to do it.

He denied that, Mrs. Hendricks,

while attached to a polygraph.

Which proves nothing.

But money, however, buys
whatever services you want it to.

And David thought there
was a fortune at stake...

His fortune.

Can you clarify that?
What do you mean?

David was afraid that his
father would change his will

once our baby was born.

Are you saying that David didn't
know about the miscarriage?

It wasn't front-page news.

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

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

Are you talking about
leaving a share of the estate

to the unborn child?

Leaving all of the estate to me,

with provisions for
a trust fund for David

of $100,000 annually.

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

No! John was not the kind
of man to commit suicide.

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

He would have
inherited over $80 million

from his father's old will.

David chooses to
believe she did it.

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

We might be able to answer
that question for you better

down in Los Angeles.

Look, would you feel that I was
intruding if I asked to join you there?

No, not at all.

I think we can extend
you that courtesy.

Besides, I think we could always
use an extra pair of eyes and ears.

Right, sergeant?

Right.

And what else?

You both questioned her, right?

I mean, she'd recognize
either of you?

Yeah, she sure would.

So, while you're in there,

how about ordering
us some lunch, huh?

A hamburger for me and a
head of lettuce for the big guy.

Heh heh.

Ok. Yeah, I will.

Ok. Bye.

Well, a day in the
life of Jill Tyler.

Pretty fascinating.

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

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

like watch my plants grow.

Hunter: Sorry today
was such a bust.

Hey, I've been a cop for 9
years. I know the routine.

I just don't know how long my department
is going to let me stay down here

if I don't come up
with something.

Maybe tomorrow
will be better for us.

Which still leaves tonight.

Yes, it does.

Where does a hungry,
unmarried woman

eat dinner in this town?

Foster: Come on. Not that one.

How did a nice girl like me...

You know, I could ask
you the same question.

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

Well, first I tried selling.

And then office work.
And then more selling.

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

I wanted to be a cop.

I don't know. Something
about the thrill of the chase.

The thrill of the what?

You know. Chasing
the unexpected,

the unpredictable,

the exciting.

I see what you mean.

I knew you would.

You know, my room has got
one of those refrigerators

full of tiny little
liquor bottles.

Can I interest
you in a nightcap?

Yes.

Here we are.

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

are you, Rick?

No, I'm not.

Is there anything
else I can offer you?

I think you already have.

So, did your plants
grow last night?

Not an inch.

Yours?

Here she comes.

Wherever she's going, she's
in a big hurry to get there.

She's probably late
for a manicure in Malibu.

If she drives all the way to
San Francisco, just drop me off.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, I missed you.

I missed you.

How are you?

I'm ok now.

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

Answer it.

Who is it?

Miss Tyler, it's
sergeant McCall.

Miss Tyler, open up the door.

We know David
Hendricks is in there.

We have a warrant
for his arrest.

Stall them. Stall them.

Hold it! Police!

Uhh!

Uhh!

I'm a police officer.

Police? Why the hell
didn't you say so?

Come on.

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

Do you think it really makes that
much of a difference to Mrs. Hendricks

whether or not
you're dead or alive?

It sure as hell does.
She was scared to death

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

Did Joe Ellis find anything?

Yeah, you're damn right he did.

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

A longtime lover.

The San Francisco police
department could not find anything

to support that, Mr. Hendricks.

Are you telling me
your private investigator

was doing a better
job than we were?

Hey, however it sounds
to you, sergeant.

It sounds to me like Joe Ellis

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

Did he give you any evidence?

The man's name, for instance?

No. No. But he'd have
found it, given enough time.

Can't you see what happened?

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

Oh, she was a very
persuasive woman.

She got my dad to marry
her 3 weeks after they met.

Well, we understood
that your father

was very much in love with her.

Yeah. He probably was.

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

It probably wasn't even his.

Mrs. Hendricks was
scared to death,

with the loss of the baby,

that David's father
would change the will

back to the way it was
before she got pregnant.

You know, we have got
a load of theories here

and nothing to
prove any of them,

which is exactly where
I started 3 weeks ago.

See, that's why
I hired Joe Ellis

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

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

I got money of my own.

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

to prove that Casey, my
stepmother, had my father killed.

In the meantime, where
can we contact you?

Will you be going
back to your house?

No.

I'll be staying out of sight.

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

That is, if I can get your word

that this address isn't going to
show up on some police report.

You've got our word.

Whose place is this?

It belongs to a friend of mine.

He's out of the country. He
doesn't even know I'm using the place.

Breaking and entering?

I didn't break anything.

I know where he hides the key.

I'm staying here
with you tonight.

No, you're not. Look,
we've already had this out.

You're going home.

David... and staying there.

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

Look, unless there are
any more questions, i'd...

Jill and I would like
to be alone for a while.

Certainly.

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

his father committed suicide?

Half my department
thinks he did.

But you don't.

I don't know. All
I know for sure

is that it's time I
got back to the city.

Not your city... mine.

Thanks for everything.

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

We'll do better than that.
We'll keep in close touch

until this awful thing's
taken care of, won't we?

Bye-bye.

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

Oh, gee, I'm sorry
you hate her guts.

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

I just wonder how she can afford

a cacharel suit
on a cop's salary.

Man on TV: Zombies?

Second man: Yes. They
are my servants.

Did you think we
could do it alone?

In their lifetime,
they were my enemies.

Foster: Mr. Hendricks,
it's sergeant foster.

You scared the hell out of me.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to. May I come in?

By all means.

I'm alone.

So, what's up? You
found something?

No, but I'm going
back to San Francisco

on the 11 P.M. flight tonight,

and I'd like to go over
some notes with you.

Notes? What notes?

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

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

We have all worked
extremely hard on this case,

and if you will just go over

a few puzzling points with me,

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

Ok. I'm sorry.

I guess I got a
little cabin fever.

What are you drinking?

Scotch. Strong, single-stilled
scotch. You want some?

Sure. Might help warm
up the climate in here.

We have something in common.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Old movies.

I hate old movies.

Now, about your questions...

Thank you.

The last time you
spoke to your father

was 3 days before
his death. Correct?

Yes.

We spoke at least twice a week.

We were very close.

Yes. Your phone
records verify that.

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

on the night your father died.

Why should there be?

Jill was with me that night,

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

You told sergeant hunter
you have a handgun and a permit.

May I see them both, please?

Why?

What has this got
to do with this case?

Humor me, Mr. Hendricks,

please.

I suppose you want
the permit, too.

I don't think that
will be necessary.

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

Jill, you didn't
lead anybody here.

It's not your fault.

Look, the fact is, miss Tyler,

it looks as if David
killed himself.

You had nothing to do with it.

I left David at 9:00 last night,

and he was fine. Fine!

He didn't kill himself.

Cases like this drive me crazy.

Why? What do you mean?

You're sure you're
onto the answer,

and suddenly the whole
thing turns to sludge.

Hunter: So you think
he killed himself.

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

a prime suspect in a
murder case. Could be.

Well, we have a
definite m.O. Here.

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

and that makes him
one deliberate killer.

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

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

It hurts, but it goes
with the territory.

Sometimes the bad guys

just get away with it.

Ain't that the truth.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Allow me.

So, did your little San
Francisco honey get off all right?

Sure did. Right on time.

That's nice.

What is it about
your attitude here?

What is it about
your piercing whistle?

I'm going home.

Good.

I'll walk you to
your car. Come on.

Oh, be still my heart.

Hunter: Well, you win
some, you lose some.

I wonder who said that.

You're a cop. You ought
to know that by now.

Do you really think that David
Hendricks tried to kill himself?

And what if I do?

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

You won't find
one as cute as me.

I think you're right.

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

How much time you got?

How much time you need?

He had a beautiful fiancé

and a bank balance that either
one of us would kill for, right?

Yes.

A few hours before he's killed,

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

to find the guy that
killed his father.

Does that sound like someone
who's gonna blow his brains out?

It's probably best
we both sleep on this...

Together.

Ha ha ha. No.

I'm coming!

Who is it?

Hunter: Don Johnson.

Ha ha! You wish.

Nightly.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

What, mud wrestling
over for the evening?

I've been thinking.

Want applause?

Do you go to bed dressed
like that every single night?

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

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

What, do you see a sign outside
that says "open all night"?

You know, Valerie
foster is very strange.

She didn't want to
go steady, or what?

I'm going to plunge
right into this, ok?

Fine. Plunge.

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

Yes, I know.

Don't get me wrong. It was ok.

I don't want to
hear the details.

But she acted very
strange about it. Uh...

So, get to the point.

She was faking it.

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

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

I'm sorry.

I am sorry. Really, I am.

Hunter, but listen, do you
really think that you can tell

when a woman is faking it?
You know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Hunter, she chose
to go to bed with you,

so why would she fake it?

To get closer to me.

Well, she certainly did that.

She thought I was going to be
one of those "after sex talkers,"

to find out what you and I were
doing, what we knew about the case.

And how about the fact that she
was pushing that suicide deal on us?

Come on. I mean,
you and I both know

David Hendricks did
not shoot himself, right?

Welcome back, partner.

Well, I was never away.

Well, that's debatable.

How about that coffee now, huh?

Fine.

And right after the coffee,

I think we should go to San
Francisco to check her out.

Can I change first?

I like the way
you are right now.

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

You think she's headed
back to Los Angeles?

I don't think so, not
the way she's dressed.

She's got herself a date.

Yep. She's slowing down.

I bet I know what
you're thinking about.

You think it's that boyfriend,

the one the private
eye talked about?

No.

Well, what?

I think we're going
to see in the morning.

Ok. So which one of us
gets to go to sleep first?

You.

Me? Why am I the lucky one?

Why not?

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

I'm the weaker
sex, and all that.

You want to go to the moon? No.

Get in the back. Ha ha ha!

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

Yeah. Just go to sleep.

Ok. Wake me up in 3
hours or if they leave,

whichever comes first.

I'll wake you up
when I get tired.

Ok. Fine.

Gee, what is your
problem, anyway?

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

Give me my coat back.

I was only kidding.

Give me the coat
back. I was only kidding!

Jeez!

Good night.

Good night. Gee whiz.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, I'm hungry!

Where you want to
eat, at the Marina?

Looks cold out, val.

When do I get my mink?

As soon as the dust clears,

but you will look
better in sable.

Who wouldn't?

Thank god this is over.

Amen to that. Heh heh.

Good morning.

Hello.

Hunter: You have the
right to remain silent.

If you give up that right...

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

Neither of us has any intention

of saying anything
to either of you.

Well, then maybe you
ought to call a lawyer.

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

Do not talk to
anyone on the phone

and do not let anyone in.

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

There is nothing to worry about.

Just do as I say. Go!

Well, that tells me
all I need to know.

Yeah? What's that?

You never would
have let her drive off

if you thought you had anything.

Well, we do have this...

You and a principal in a
homicide know each other...

Intimately.

You can't prove that.

We spent a few hours
together at her beach house.

That is not even a misdemeanor.

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

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

I'll be on red light and siren.

Getting good, isn't it?

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

Let's not. I'm starving.
We can have breakfast.

At least we can make that stick.

Yeah. Come on.

I think we found out
who killed Hendricks...

Senior and junior.

We've got 2 suspects
and one problem.

The problem is,
one of the suspects

turns out to be a San
Francisco police officer.

You got to be
putting me on, hunter.

No, I'm not. Now, if we take
this puny evidence we have

to the San Francisco police,

they're going to
laugh in our faces,

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

And do what?

Well, we're not sure yet.

Is McCall there?

Yes.

Put her on.

He doesn't trust me.

Yeah, captain?

I asked hunter. Now I'm gonna
ask you. What is your game plan?

Well, um...

Right now, we
really don't have one.

Uh, we think they might've
gotten away with it.

Hello?

You still there?

McCall, are you
sure you and hunter

are in full possession
of all your marbles?

Well, maybe not. We haven't
had anything to eat yet,

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

McCall, I'll tell you what...

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

Talk your problem over, maybe
come up with an idea or two.

Then call me back.
Would you like to do that?

Yes, sir.

He doesn't trust me, either.

Good. Let's eat.

Casey: Who is it?

It's sergeant McCall,
Mrs. Hendricks.

I'd like to speak with you.

No. I'm sorry. I can't
talk to you. Just go away.

Mrs. Hendricks, I will
do all the talking.

You don't have to say a word.

No!

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

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

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

I don't have to say anything?

Not if you don't want to.

This is as far as you get.

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

She's wrong.

You'll be real
surprised, Mrs. Hendricks,

at what's going to come out.

I'm talking about everything

that Valerie's been
putting a cork into.

We're going to assume...

That your friend sergeant foster

did the actual killing.

And we could assume,
for argument's sake,

that you were completely unaware

of what she was doing.

I have nothing to say.

Mrs. Hendricks, my
partner followed Valerie

when she left the beach house,

and for all I know, he's
talking to her right now

trying to get her to cop a plea.

And I think he'll have a real
good chance of doing that

since they slept together
when she came to L.A.

Now, if Valerie plea-bargains,
she could get off

with a nice little short
and sweet sentence,

in exchange for helping
the D.A. put you away for life,

not to mention the gas chamber.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

I have nothing to say.

Are you finished?

She's a cop, Casey.

She knows all the tricks.

We can only deal
with one of you,

and we would like
to deal with you.

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

Whatever you say could be used

against you in a court of law,

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

But you also retain the right

to speak with me if you choose.

All right. Thank you
for talking with me.

And, Casey...

Do yourself a favor and
think about it, all right?

You think about it.

She listened.

I think she was about
ready to talk, too.

And you read her her rights?

And that, as they say, was that.

Who is it?

Foster: It's me!

I thought you'd never get here.

One of those cops...
McCall... she was here.

You let her in?

No. I talked with
her at the door.

She threatened to
get a court order!

You're an idiot.

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

all kinds of things
would come out

that you had covered up.

That is cop talk, Casey.

What did you say to her?

Nothing. I am not an idiot, val.

Ok.

Casey, everything
is going to be fine.

I went and saw Thomas burne.

He's the best criminal
lawyer in the country.

What did you go see him for?

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

but we will probably
need a lawyer.

Then again, maybe not.

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

because I'm on the inside looking
out." Isn't that how it went?

- We won't lose!
- Hunter and McCall know about us, that's all.

Listen if they had
had any hard evidence,

they would've cuffed
us both this morning.

Then why did you
go see that lawyer,

without talking to me first,

and tell him the whole story?!

Hey, chill out!

Lawyers need to know the facts.

And just what were those facts

that you told him, val?

That we both did it?

That we're both guilty?

What the hell is this?

Or did you tell the truth?

That you pushed
John out that window!

And you killed David after
screwing up the first try!

That the whole
thing was your idea

because you were a cop
and could guarantee results!

What the hell are
you trying to do,

convince yourself you
had nothing to do with this?

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

but we're gonna be ok.

Everything we planned is
gonna come out just fine.

- No, Valerie!
- Everything you planned!

And it's all coming apart!

Hunter: Don't hit her again.

Turn around and put your
hands behind your back.

Dee Dee, look in my purse.

You'll find a key
in the side pocket.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You also have the right to
have an attorney present.

If you give up that
right, anything you say

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

It's a key to locker number 67,

peninsula athletic club.

You'll find a tape I made.

The tape will tell you who
planned this whole thing

from start to finish.

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

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

Foster on tape: It's
too dangerous.

Casey on tape: It'll work.

It'll look like suicide.

If they suspect
anyone, it'll be David.

It's murder, baby.

It's necessary... for us.

Look, you know how cops
think, Valerie, what they look for,

and with any luck,

you could even get
yourself put on the case.

Casey, that's a long shot.

It's foolproof, val.

Please, please
say you'll help me.

Oh, we can have
it all, Valerie...

You and me...

And $80 million.

God help us both,
Casey. We'll do it.

Oh, val!

I think that pretty much
nails it, don't you, partner?

It certainly does, partner.

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

Yeah. I think so. I just
have one question, though.

I know why Valerie
jumped in the sack with you.

She... no. I mean,
she wanted to get

as close to what we were
doing as possible, right?

But what I don't get is...

I didn't think that you
were into one-night stands.

Why'd you fall for that?

I can't believe
you asked me that.

Ha ha! It's very personal.

Yeah, it is. There are
certain things men talk about

and certain things men don't
talk about. That's one of them.

I will tell you this, though...

I hated myself in the morning.