All language subtitles for Hunter S02E04 Rich Girl

He's a killer, all right.

Are you a big player?

Well, I haven't had
anybody fall asleep on me.

The lady happens to
be private property.

Captain, the only way
we're gonna break this

is if we get someone to
start mistrusting somebody.

Lloyd, this is Cynthia.
I do need your help.

How can we nail her?

What are you doing
here? What's going on?

She's dead?

That's insane...
Illegal and insane.

What a team, huh, McCall?

Works for me.

Good morning, sir.

Wonderful! Wonderful!

The keys are in it?

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, everything's taken care of.

On behalf of the bel air
Rolls-Royce motor company,

I hope you and Mrs. Flagg

will accept this
case of champagne

to toast your superb decision.

Oh, thank you, rudyard.

I'm sure your wife
will be very pleased.

Oh, as you know, it's her
birthday. It's a surprise!

Ginger!

Ginger, darling!

Ginger!

Do your stepmother and your
father quarrel frequently?

Well, since I wasn't
living home at the time,

I can't be certain, but...

There was one time
when I visited that...

She threatened him
with a fireplace poker.

It's not true.

All right, all right.

You're up next, McCall.

And look out for
ginger's attorney.

He goes right for the jugular.

Just like his client, huh?

That sweet little thing?

That sweet little thing

probably planned to put
a bullet in flagg's head

the day she married him.

Oh, I don't know.

It's probably worth it
to the old guy, you know?

I mean, he's old enough
to be her father.

She recalibrates his
business for him, and then, uh...

Court clerk: Dee Dee McCall.

Well, no, sir,

I didn't see her reach
for the evidence...

For the gun... until
it was too late.

Too late?

For what?

Well, too late for getting
her fingerprints on it.

Even so, her fingerprints
were the only ones on it.

Now, isn't it possible

that the fingerprints
of the individual

who actually shot Mr. Flagg

were obliterated

by Mrs. Flagg's
handling of the gun?

I guess it's possible,
yeah, but i'm...

Isn't it also possible

that your entire investigation

was as slipshod

as your handling
of the evidence?

Look on the bright side, McCall,

slipshod investigations
are a thing of the past here.

You are now a partner

to a "dot your is and
cross your ts" hunter.

It's a good idea, hunter.

Why don't you start dotting
the is and crossing the ts

on this stack of triplicates?

Woman: Captain, commander
hern's on the phone for you,

returning your call.

Hey, McCall, remember the time

I helped you with your
fanbelt on the freeway?

Forget about it. You
already used that one.

I did?

Why is that woman smiling?

Because attempted murder

buys her 15 years
in the slammer,

and with good behavior,
she'll be out in 6.

She's going to get
off, though, isn't she?

Well, look at it this way.

Either way, she's a
hell of a lot better off

than her old man.

You know, I think
we ought to get back

to the courthouse and
check up on the jury.

The clerk will read the verdict.

Clerk: We, the jury in the case
pending before this court,

find the defendant, Mrs.
Ralph g. Flagg, not guilty.

Don't feel sad. I have
an idea we're gonna get

a second shot at
miss ginger flagg.

How do you figure that?

Well, statistically, 71%
of all unjailed murderers

are involved in a
second capital crime.

That sounds like
crimestoppers library.

Where'd you read that?

I didn't read it, I lived
it. I'm hungry. Let's eat.

I can't. Neither can you.

You got 9 hours of triplicates

for captain america, remember?

Thanks for reminding me.

Normal blood flow, left carotid.

Woman: That's my
husband in there! Let me in!

Please, move!

What's the problem, Mrs. Flagg?

I want to see my husband,

and this man will
not let me pass.

Well, he should have.

You can see him
anytime you like,

as long as someone
else is in the room.

I've been found not guilty!

I have all my rights back,

and I intend being with
my husband day and night

whether there's
anyone in there or not!

Oh, no, you won't!

Doctor, you can't
let this slut in there!

Oh!

McCall: Hey! Hey!

Assault and battery's not
going to handle anything,

all right, Cynthia? Cool out.

If anything happens
to my father,

I'll sue every last one of you!

Now, Mrs. Flagg,

as long as your
husband is in this hospital,

we set the rules.

Ralph will not be left alone

with you or anyone else.

I love him.

And I could help,

if you'd only give
me a half a chance.

There's a nurse with him now.

Why don't you go in?

How much longer do you think
he's going to stay like that?

Well, I've been Ralph
flagg's physician

for over 30 years.

He's healthy and strong,

and I don't think he's
gonna stay like that.

But the specialists
say it's irreversible?

Well, they said it
was irreversible,

but they're having
second thoughts.

Any witnesses?

Not till she bottomed out.

Almost hit the guy over there.

Is that her purse?

Yes.

She's super-rich,
she's beautiful,

and she just got acquitted.

Now, does that add
up to suicide to you?

McCall, let's look
at the dark side here.

She's a social outcast,
her husband's in a coma,

and the whole world
thinks she got off scot free.

Most women's suicides use pills.

Now, ginger's stock
in trade was her looks.

If you think she
committed suicide,

I got a cotton mine
I'd like to sell you.

She had her coat on, right?

Now, either she
flew over this railing,

or someone tossed
her high and wide.

Decided to agree with me, huh?

Well, it's obvious

you cannot jump
over these railings

with a fur coat
on and not touch it.

And you know what else, hunter?

What?

If I was going to
take a 14-story dive,

I can tell you this much.

I sure as hell wouldn't
take my purse with me.

How long have you
been a policeman?

11 hard, painful years.

Is it really hard work?

Ha ha! That's a dumb question.

I mean, do you
get feelings of...

Deep personal satisfaction?

Yes, I do.

If you spend any
time with that one,

feelings of deep
personal satisfaction

are guaranteed with every
application of a product.

Mrs. Jorgansson can see you now.

How may I help you?

We'd like to see the will
of Ralph flagg, please.

On what authority?

McCall: We're
investigating a case.

That case was just
adjudicated. It's closed.

Not that case, Mrs. Jorgansson.

We're investigating the
death of Mrs. Ralph flagg.

She's dead?

How?

Well, it was supposed
to look like a suicide.

I'm totally unprepared for this,

as you knew I would be,

but I'm not about to
give you any information

about Ralph flagg's will.

Well, why not?

The will was excluded
from the trial

because Mr. Flagg
is still alive.

That document is privileged.

Why don't you finish up here?

I'll check with dispatch
about our report parameters.

Thanks very much.

Mrs. Jorgansson, we believe

that ginger flagg was murdered.

Now, my partner and I

think that other people
may be in jeopardy.

Hunter: Ah, Clare.

Mrs. Jorgansson would
like you to give me a list

of all the parties
and all the contents

of Mr. Flagg's latest will.

And a copy of his latest will

and the will preceding that one.

McCall: You know what Mrs.
jorgansson's going to say

if she finds out that we have...

Just read the will.

Well, the latest one

is dated the day
before flagg was shot.

Leaves almost
everything to ginger.

What's the daughter get?

Aw. Poor Cynthia. She
only gets $5 million.

You know, that's only 5%.

Barely enough to keep her in
designer toothbrushes, huh?

Did she know about the will?

Well, looks like
the old man signed it,

ginger witnessed it.

The lawyers
witnessed it, she read it.

I don't know, that
was the job. That's it.

How was the money split up
before that will was made?

The other way around.

It was dated 6 years ago.

That's when flagg
married ginger,

and he put her
in the will for 5%

and left everything
else to Cynthia.

Now, what if Cynthia found out

the old man was
gonna rewrite the will

and leave 95% of
his 100 million bucks

to sweet little ginger, huh?

Well, Cynthia's not
on the list of people

who knew he changed it.

But what if she
found out about it?

What are you saying?

You think that Cynthia
shot her own father?

When you get two
murders in one family,

you got to believe one
person did both, right?

Wrong. Ginger
shoots her husband,

somebody else does ginger.

2 killers? No, I can't buy that.

Well, do you think little
Cynthia picked up ginger,

mink and all, and tossed
her over the balcony?

No. I don't think she
killed her father, either.

I think she had
help... both times.

Boy, I don't know, hunter.

I think you might be
jumping to conclusions here.

You don't know if
she's a murderer,

and you've already
got her convicted.

Innocent citizens of this town

better be real glad
you're not a judge.

You're wrong, McCall,
the guilty ones should be.

I think you ought
to go see Cynthia.

No, I'm not in the
least bit saddened

by that slut's suicide.

You see, she was the
worst kind of prostitute...

The marrying kind.

McCall: Where were you
at 3:30 that afternoon?

Oh, I see. You think
she was murdered.

Of course, i'm
the prime suspect.

Well, I hate to disappoint you,

but I was right here
at 3:30 that afternoon.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Yeah, about a dozen people...

My maid, my hairdresser,
my tennis instructor,

and a lot of other people
who called to tell me

how shocked they were that
she actually got away with it.

Cynthia, who else
would want to kill her?

My father was a tired old man,

and she jiggled into his life
and took him for everything.

She probably has more enemies
than my father has friends...

And he has hundreds.

If your father dies, where
do you stand in his will?

Well, it's true, isn't it,

that you'll inherit everything

now that ginger's gone?

Look, I answered your questions

because I had nothing to do with

what happened to
ginger, as you call her.

If you want my opinion,
she killed herself.

Would you please
get out of here?

Bradley! Stop playing
your stupid games.

You handled that
policewoman nicely.

You screwed up
good, you know that?

For some damn reason,

they're sure she
didn't kill herself.

What happened?

Nothing. It was a
work of art. Come on.

Remember who you are
and what you stand to get.

They're just fishing.

A week from now, it'll
officially be on the books

as a suicide.

Don't do that!

You got the wrong idea
about our relationship, buddy.

Our relationship?

Your $300,000 is in a
bank in Costa Rica...

That's our relationship.

No, sweetheart.

I think it's you that's
got the wrong idea

about our... our relationship.

You see, I'm afraid that you
didn't do your homework.

I, on the other hand,
did my homework,

and I know everything
there is to know about you.

Sad beautiful rich girl.

Swiss finishing schools...
$20,000 a month from daddy,

just for being
there to spend it.

Well, let me tell
you about me, huh?

Hey!

Don't do it.

Me. Huh? And not the stories

that you hear about
on the cocktail circuit.

And not the story that I
told you, but the real me.

Huh? I was born in
Trenton, New Jersey,

not in Princeton.

My daddy took off
when I was 12 years old.

4 years later, some kid
tried to steal a TV set

from me that I'd already stolen,

and I beat that kid to death.

4 years' manslaughter

in a juvenile detention home.

Who do you...

I don't want your
$300,000. Don't...

Yeah. I want you.

I want you.

You... and your money.

And I got both of 'em.

Because you and I have
entered into a merger...

You know, a partnership

which can never be broken.

You're crazy. You're never
going to get away with it.

Why not, huh?

I already have.

It's over and done with.

And besides, our crimes...

And note the choice of words...

Our crimes, hmm?

Have created an
unbreakable bond between us.

Did you think that it
was going to be easy,

getting your hands
on $100 million?

Now, you just
look at it this way...

Huh? You got more money
than you could ever spend,

and you got me.

Now, that's a bad deal,
only if you make it one.

And if you think about it

and give it half a chance,

it just may be the best thing

that ever happened to you.

McCall's ace research
department strikes again.

Did you ever try to find a
basketball encyclopedia

at this time of night?

Believe me, it's not easy.

Ok, your name's gonna
be Lloyd hackley.

Never heard of him.

Well, that's what
you wanted, right?

Kentucky... far enough away.

The same age. 1971
n.C.A.A. Playoffs

n.b.a. 4 years
for Portland. 6'5".

And here's his stats.

I'm 6'6".

No one's going to measure you.

Hunter, McCall.

Captain, sergeant bealy
wants to know who...

Tell him he's got
markowski and Deacon.

Yeah, but Deacon goes
on vacation next week.

Well, then tell him

he's got till the end of
the week to wrap it up.

Ok, you got it.

Yep.

Well, let rimer handle that.

Here you go. 500.

I got a lot of shopping
to do here, captain.

Captain, he's right. The
shoes alone would be...

Yeah.

Well, this is great,
but, uh, how about a car?

I don't mean some
foreign coffee can, either.

Don't say another word, hunter.

Yeah.

Thank you.

♪ We come from 2
different places ♪

♪ but down deep,
we're so the same ♪

♪ you can see, read
it in our faces ♪

♪ by the way that
we play the game ♪

♪ I know I don't like you ♪

♪ when I see you staring
back in my mirror ♪

♪ but I've almost
given up trying ♪

♪ to get one of us
away from here ♪

♪ 'cause winning's
all that matters ♪

♪ yeah, winning's
all that matters ♪

♪ we come from 2
different places ♪

♪ but down deep,
we're so the same ♪

♪ nobody leads the
endless chases ♪

♪ don't wanna finger,
'cause we're both to blame ♪

Damn. We look good together.

We command attention.

Everybody sits up and
notices when we come in.

You got it made, Cynthia.

Excuse me.

Huh? What do you want?

My name is Lloyd hackley,

and I was just
wondering, you know...

I'm trying to get
out to play 9 holes,

and I have nobody to play with.

Perhaps maybe I could
join your foursome?

No, sorry.

No, we'd love
for you to join us.

We're just a twosome.
Please, sit down.

Thank you.

We know each other, don't we?

I don't believe we've met,

but it's possible

we've been in a lot
of the same places.

Would you care for
something to drink?

Rob Roy, vodka gimlet.

Vodka on the rocks, please.

Sir?

Give me a tall soda water

with lime and lots of ice.

Anything else?

A glass.

What kind of work
do you do, hackley?

Well, I'm in the
insurance business.

We insure thoroughbred
racehorses.

I'm sure we've met somewhere
before. I wonder where.

Well, I played for the Portland
trailblazers a few years ago.

Maybe you saw me play.

But then again,
you might've saw me

on the cover of
sports illustrated...

With 4 other guys.

No, I'm not a basketball
fan. It was somewhere else.

Who do you think
you're kidding, pal?

Hunter: What do
you mean, kidding?

You don't think I know
what's going down here?

Well, why don't you
tell me, Mr. Wolsey,

what you think is
going down here?

Do you want the bottom line?

Well, that would be
a good place to start.

You're a two-bit hustler.

Ha ha! Come on, Bradley,
you saw my best shot.

I'm not talking golf.

The lady's coming
into $100 million.

You know it. You
want a shot at it.

Boy, 100 million bucks...
That's a lot of money.

Try fort Knox, it's easier...

And safer.

Wait... wait a minute. Brad?

Threatening people's
against the law.

The lady happens to
be private property.

You make a move on her,

I got to protect my interests.

Now, I'll deal with you
in some appropriate way.

And like you said,

$100 million is a lot of money.

Kind of gives you an idea

of how I'd be forced
to deal with you.

Tell me how you'd be
forced to deal with me.

Let's just say that
I would junk you.

Is that clear enough?

Ok, McCall.

Why don't you pick us up at
the 16 in about a half-hour?

Are you there?

Wave your hand
if you can hear me.

Gotcha, didn't I?

Miss flagg, Mr. Wilsey,
Mr. Hackley, I'd like you all

to come downtown
for questioning, please.

What is this?

We're right in the
middle of a round of golf.

You have to be kidding.

No. We're right in the middle

of investigating
ginger flagg's death.

Ginger flagg? What
have I got to do with it?

I just met these people.

Fine. We'll figure all of
that out downtown. Come on.

What is going on? Do you know?

I haven't a clue.

You know, Cynthia,

I get the feeling that
you and Mr. Wolsey

aren't the best of friends.

Now, the reason I
ask you that is, uh...

Well, tomorrow, i'm
gonna have lunch by myself,

and I was figuring that
if you could get away,

maybe you could join me.

I'm going to give you
the phone number

of where I'm going
to be tomorrow,

in case you change your mind.

Hunter, there must be 13 lawyers

down in interrogation b.

They tell me you got zilch

on the heiress
and her boyfriend.

Yeah, they kicked them
loose a little while ago.

Riley, the D.A. wants
an expert witness

on foreign handguns.

Give him a call.

Did you ever hear of harassment?

How about probable cause?

Yeah, I've heard of that.

Then what the
hell are you doing?

Look, captain, the
old man gets shot,

the stepmother gets acquitted,

so the daughter hires
a real slick hoodlum

to kill the stepmother.

Now, we don't have any evidence,

we don't have a witness,

we don't have
anything on anybody.

Isn't that what I just said?

Captain, the only way
we're going to break this

is if we get someone to
start mistrusting somebody.

Then maybe
there'll be a mistake.

Look, you can't drag in
someone as prominent,

not to mention as
rich, as Cynthia flagg

and throw her into
some bogus line-up

without the most feeble
hint of probable cause.

Captain, we have to do
something. Otherwise...

I hate to put it this way.

Otherwise she's going
to get away with murder.

Look, you two are
forgetting something.

We don't know she did it.

We don't know anybody did it.

Hell, we haven't
ruled out suicide.

You can rule that out.
She's a killer, all right.

That's your opinion.
Bring me something real.

And even if you are right,

I want no more
low-quality arrests.

♪ Shootin' up fifth Avenue ♪

♪ on a most perfect day ♪

♪ wearin' my Audrey
hepburn smile ♪

♪ even got the shades ♪

♪ meet a handsome millionaire ♪

♪ I take his breath away ♪

♪ that's just the
way things are ♪

♪ when you're a superstar ♪

♪ another day in my hip life ♪

♪ and the world's
so clean and bright ♪

♪ hip life ♪

♪ hip life ♪

♪ another day in my hip life ♪

Hello, darling.

Get out of my house.

No, no, no. Wrong way to act.

You have to leave town,

you have to get
out of the country.

The police are watching us.

That would only
make them suspicious.

We stay warm and
close, or we take a fall.

Can't you get that through
your lovely little head?

Hey! Let go of me! All right.

Show me! Show me. Show me!

Good.

Good.

So, you're frightened. So what?

Your fear is the
truth between us.

And now what you have to do...

Is make the truth work for you.

Answering machine: Hello. If
you want to leave a message,

please do so at the
beep. Thank you very much.

Lloyd, this is Cynthia.

I need your help.

Please meet me at chez Pierre's.

It's a restaurant on Melrose.

I'll be there at 12:00 sharp.

It's a matter of life and death.

Please don't
disappoint me, Lloyd. Bye.

Miss flagg on radio:
Thank you for coming.

We'll, it was me that
invited you, remember?

Well, I can't understand why,

after that horrible
scene at the golf course.

You must be a gambler, Lloyd.

Oh, yes, I am.

Are you a big player?

Ha ha! Well, I haven't had
anybody fall asleep on me.

Are we talking
about the same thing?

I'd bet on it.

Now, Cynthia,

what is the problem
I can help you with?

It's Bradley, isn't it?

He frightens me, Lloyd.

I'm going to be honest with you.

Once, I thought that
Brad was the one for me.

He's handsome, smooth, exciting.

But he's brutal.

You see, I told him it was
over between the two of us,

and he's just
forcing himself on me.

He won't leave me alone.

And there's something
about him that...

Well, that just
doesn't seem to fit.

Well, what do you mean?

Maybe he's not
what he claims to be.

He scares me, Lloyd.

How can I help?

I don't know. Maybe
we could wait...

Go some place a little more...

Private when we finish here?

I think I know just the place.

Thanks very much.

That's positively
primitive, paying in cash.

Oh, really?

Well, when it's business, I
pay with the credit card,

but when it's pleasure,
like it is right now,

I pay with cash.

Would you mind if I pay a
visit to the ladies' room

while you're finishing
up this transaction?

Not at all.

Cynthia. Emily.

Hello.

Oh, please don't get
up, that's all right.

I'm sorry, Cindy.

I couldn't believe
that jury verdict.

I was there, you know?

I know. Oh, Lloyd hackley,

this is Emily eastman, a
very dear friend of mine.

Hello, Emily.

We've met before, haven't we?

I don't think.

Well, if you're a basketball
fan, maybe we have.

No, it was at the
trial, wasn't it?

The trial? No. I stay
away from courtrooms...

And doctor's offices.
I'm superstitious.

Emily: I got to go.

Would you give me a call?

Sure.

Take care. Bye-bye.

I hope she's not running
off to the ladies' room, too.

I'll be right back.

Hunter: I think that
woman recognized me,

but we'll still play it out.

Bradley, you're there.

Stop. Just listen
to me for a minute.

Um...

I'm coming home
right now. Be there.

Yeah, I'll be home
very soon. Ok?

We'll talk about
it when I get home.

Good-bye.

Could we make it my
place instead of yours?

I'd like to get
out of this dress.

Good thinking.

Miss flagg: Do you realize
this is the first time

we've been alone together?

Mm-hmm.

Lloyd.

Wilsey: What are you doing here?

What's going on?

What are you doing in my house?

What kind of crap is that?

Bradley!

Don't you ever pull
that kind of crap with me!

Butt out!

Stay cool, partner.

What did you say?

I just said stay cool.

Get out, and you won't get hurt.

Lloyd...

Shut up!

You, get out!

Me and my girl got to
talk something over.

Look, why can't
we just talk about...

No! Stop, please, stop.

All right, Romeo. Come on.

Look, Bradley, I do not
want to fight you, ok?

Then get out!

I'm not going to leave
until I know she's ok.

Are you going to be all right?

I'm all right.

You heard the lady! Now get out!

I don't know. Are you sure
you're gonna be all right?

Miss flagg: No, stop!

Please.

Now, do you want me to go
or do you want me to stay?

I think you should leave.

Are you sure... with him?

Is he gonna be all right?

I'm... I'm fine, really.

I can handle things. Thanks.

Ok.

Nice couple, huh, McCall?

You just made the biggest
mistake of your life.

Aah! No! Brad, don't touch me!

No! Don't!

Gunshots, McCall!
Move it! Get me my gun!

Check the back.

I killed him! He tried to
rape me, so I killed him!

He tried to hurt me!
Call the police, please!

The police are here.

Thank you.

Miss flagg, I have
the car out there.

Thank you.

You know, I wish I
had one good idea.

Hello?

Maybe this will spark our idea.

Remember that
tall legal secretary

whose career you almost ruined?

Sergeant hunter.
Good to see you again.

It is?

Well, it's good to
see you, too, again.

You wanted to tell us something?

Oh, yes.

You remember I gave
you that list of people

who saw Mr. Flagg's will?

Clare, I'm real
sorry about that.

If I got you into
trouble, I apologize.

No trouble. My mom just
bawled me out, that's all.

Your mom?

Mrs. Jorgansson.

She's my mother.
We get along great.

What was it that you
wanted to tell us?

I realized i'd
forgotten to tell you

about Cynthia flagg.

I told her

about the new
will I was typing up.

She was always doing
little things for me...

Gifts, theater
tickets, you know?

I know I shouldn't
have told her,

but there it is, I did.

Clare, thank you very much.
You've been a great help to us.

If there's anything
else I can do for you...

Just anything... please call me.

Yeah, he's got your number.

McCall: If there was ever
any doubt, it's gone now.

I don't know how
we can prove it.

We don't have anything.
How can we nail her?

We don't.

She got away with
it, McCall... live with it.

Ralph...

It's me, Harry montclair.

Huh?

Harry.

Where am I?

You in the hospital,
and you're doing fine,

just fine.

Do you know what's
happened to you?

Well...

I see you got the message.

Can we talk to him now?

Well, maybe tomorrow, we'll see.

Did you call his daughter?

Not yet.

Please don't do that yet.

I have to.

Look, doc,

we've got to talk to
him before she does.

Now, it's very important to him.

As a matter of fact, it's vital.

Why?

What are you talking about?

Doctor, you once said that

Ralph flagg was a very
healthy, strong man.

Do you think he's capable of...

Well, hearing something that
could be very hard to take?

When he insisted
on seeing his wife,

I had to tell him that she
was dead and a possible suicide.

He didn't take it
well, but he took it.

Now, what is it you
want to tell him?

That it was his daughter Cynthia

that hired someone
to kill him and his wife.

Are you guessing,
or is this true?

No, this is true.

You can prove it?

No.

Then what do you
expect to accomplish

telling Ralph flagg
something as horrible as that,

that you can't prove?

Look, doc, this is the
only chance we've got.

We have no other choice.

Would you help us?

Sergeant, I told
him who you are,

but not why you're here.

If I stop you, no
more questions,

and you'll leave
immediately. Understood?

My loyalty is to my
patient, not to the police.

What about your
loyalty to justice?

Sergeant, you strike me as a man

who holds people guilty
until they're proven innocent.

Yeah, me and the Bible.

You bought her a new car...

A Rolls-Royce, right?

Yes.

And you went into the house

to tell her about it?

Yes, that's right.

Where was she?

She was out by the pool.

I was walking out to get her.

She heard me call
and waved at me.

Do you have any
idea who shot you?

No.

Could it have been your wife?

My wife? I was looking
at ginger when...

When whatever it was happened.

What are you getting at?

Mr. Flagg, your wife
didn't commit suicide.

She was murdered by the
same man that shot you.

And now he's dead...

Shot to death by Cynthia.

Cynthia... killed a man?

Yes. She admits it.

She hired a man to shoot you,
and then murdered your wife.

If what you say is true, why
isn't Cynthia under arrest?

Because she got
away with it, Mr. Flagg.

McCall: The district attorney

won't put her on trial.

He can't. That man she hired

was the only weak spot we had,

and now he's dead and gone.

If that's the legal
situation, so be it.

Mr. Flagg has no
power to change it.

The law says she
got away with it, doc,

but Mr. Flagg here, he's got
the power to change that.

What's this all about?

Your father was examined

by 3 court-appointed
psychiatrists

who declared him of sound mind

and witnessed this document.

It's a will.

It declares that if you
contest its provisions,

you forfeit its benefits.

What are its benefits?

You inherit the entire estate.

McCall: There is, though,

according to Mrs. Jorgansson,

a proviso, Cynthia.

You will get all the money

when... and if...

The party or parties responsible

for the death of ginger flagg

and the attempted
murder of Ralph flagg

are convicted.

All you got to do
is confess, Cynthia,

and the money's yours.

That's... that's insane!
Illegal and insane!

Read the will, Cynthia.

It's simple, clear,
and uncontestable.

Your father's lying in
a hospital paralyzed,

thanks to you,

and he's probably gonna die.

Now, you help us
solve these crimes,

the estate's all yours.

It's what they call
a catch-22, Cynthia.

Meanwhile, you're
underprivileged

and unemployed.

Your father has cut
off your allowance,

as of today.

Unless you have any questions...

I'm due in court.

You thought you had the
system beat, didn't you?

M-May I speak to Ralph
flagg, please, in room 208?

This is his daughter
Cynthia calling.

W-What? Did you tell him
that it's his daughter calling?

♪ I don't know if
it's exhaustion ♪

♪ or simply a lack of time ♪

♪ I am grasping out
at late night straws ♪

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connected to you ♪

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is temporary ♪

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could always count on ♪

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always had with you ♪

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♪ dead tired ♪

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who I seem to be ♪

♪ yeah, I haven't reached ♪

♪ the point yet ♪

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cowering longer ♪

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feeling no compassion ♪

♪ where once I had too much ♪

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and only thought ♪

♪ that I am ♪

♪ tired of this world ♪

♪ dead tired of its needs ♪

♪ dead tired of the poor ♪

♪ the sick of heart, the dying ♪

♪ dead tired is
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♪ trying not to be ♪

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♪ dead anymore ♪

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it's exhaustion ♪

♪ and obviously a lack of time ♪

♪ but while I'm sitting here ♪

♪ clutching at these
late night straws ♪

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me out a saving line? ♪

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♪ tired of this world ♪

♪ dead tired ♪

♪ and down on my
hands and knees ♪

♪ I am tired of the poor ♪

♪ the sick of heart, the dying ♪

♪ dead tired is
who I seem to be ♪

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