Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 1, Episode 10 - Requiem for Bored Wives - full transcript

Captain says you think it
could be blackmail or extortion.

We don't have any evidence yet, but, uh,
Pepper has a lead that may be valuable.

She's been withdrawing
large amounts of money

from the bank, and
she won't account for it.

Are you being blackmailed?

I met with him a few
times, went to his place.

And that's when he told
me about the pictures...

Horrible pictures.

Well, I don't have
any more money.

He's got a policewoman
aboard. I don't want any shooting.

[Sighs]

♪♪ [Radio: Jazz]

[Man On Radio] If that last
number didn't wake you up...

[Chuckles] I just got
a call from a chick...

At least I think it was a chick.
Either that or it's a guy with a problem.

Anyway, this person said
to me that it's not true...

that men are physically
superior to women.

The proof of that
is the fact that the

greatest warriors... I
don't believe this sh...

In the history of warfare
were women... the Amazons...

Who defeated every army of
males they ever came up against...

Until they got pregnant.
[Laughs] Ha, ha.

[Man] Hey. You
know, I just got an idea.

Very funny. If I were
a criminal, I'd use it,

but I'm passing it along to any criminals
who may be listening, free of charge.

The next time you're
caught by a policeman,

and it happens to be a lady cop,

don't let them intimidate you.

Treat them as if
they were Amazons,

and act accordingly.

Any of you fellas
out there listening, uh,

like to give me a call, let me know what
you think of my idea, put you on the air.

Just give me a call
here at 555-4321.

Thanks. By the way, if there
are any lady cops listening,

just give me a call.

I'll put you on the air
too. Oh, oh, oh. You will.

Yeah. That's 555-4321.

You certainly will. Women's lib.

But I love women
in their place...

Or mine... whichever
happens to be handier.

Yeah. Just give me a
call right now... [Buzzes]

Hey. Must be
getting to somebody.

Larry Brooks. Talk to me.

My name is Anderson.

Sergeant Pepper
Anderson. I'm a policewoman.

You're kidding me. You're putting
me... Uh, a cop? You're putting me on.

I can't believe
that a grown man...

can really believe the
nonsense you've been spouting.

Especially about policewomen.

And if you think it's funny, I think
you'd better get a new jokebook.

Come on, Sergeant.
Where's your sense of humor?

Look. I'm the first to admit that
women are not only equal to men,

they're s... Superior
in many ways.

But coping with violent
criminals isn't one of them.

It certainly is.

How much time do I have?

You got two minutes,
Sergeant Pepper.

Hey, hey, hey. Sergeant
Pepper. That's cute.

Not as cute as what
I'm gonna tell you.

Hey. You really told that
creep off last night. Good work.

Oh, no. Did you hear that?
Sure. I thought you did just great.

I don't know what
got into me. Hi, Pep.

Hi, fellas. You did great.

You mean you heard it too? Who
listens? But we did hear about it.

Ah. Well, I gotta admit,

it did give me a bit of
pleasure, telling off that creep.

Larry Brooks? Gee,
I'm sorry I missed it.

There you go. What's this?

Larry "Creep" phoned in.

Wants you to call him back.

You're kidding.

[Phone Rings] Speak to me.

Um, this is Sergeant Anderson,
Mr. Brooks, returning your call.

- Still mad at me, huh?
- How can you tell? What do you want?

- I'll tell you when I see you.
- See me? Why?

Do you always carry your .45?

.38, detective special.

Look. I want to see you. How about
having lunch with me tomorrow?

1:00 at Fouquet's at
the marina. Ever been?

Um... Fouquet's?

No, I've never been there. If you
want to apologize, apologize right now.

All right. Look. I apologize.

See, I want you to be
a guest on my show.

I have said all I want to say.

Fouquet's.

Come on, Pepper.
Please. I want to see ya.

They make a fantastic
peanut butter sandwich there.

Okay, Mr. Brooks. It's a date.

1:00 tomorrow. Great.

[Phone Rings]

Mr. Brooks has just
been fired. Can I help ya?

His bank? Oh, he's
just been promoted.

Yeah. If you're worried about that
loan... How are you, Mr. D'Angelo?

My wife's account?

Yeah. You're right.

Yes. I would call
that substantial.

Oh, sure. Sure. Go
ahead and pay it.

Yeah. I'll straighten it out
when I get home tonight.

Yeah. Yeah. Thanks for
calling, Mr. D'Angelo. Bye-bye.

What are you doing?

Bank called me this afternoon. They
said you were overdrawn, and no wonder.

What are all these
$500 checks for?

- What $500 checks?
- "Household expenses."

Well, then I guess that's what
they're for... household expenses.

What household expenses?

All kinds of things, like groceries,
furniture, clothing, inflation.

- Don't get funny.
- Oh.

I'm sorry, Larry. I forgot.
That's your department.

With everybody else but me.

Look. You've got charge accounts and
credit cards to handle household expenses.

I want to know what this
unaccountable $500 is for.

It's not just once. It's every week for
the past three months... right on the dot.

So what? You can afford it.

Ever since you've been in the big money,
that's all you're interested in: money.

This is the first interest you've
shown in me in a couple of years.

And that's because I'm
spending too much money!

I work damn hard to make it. I think
I got a right to know where it's going.

What are these? Gambling
debts? You horning coke?

Yes. Yes!

And anything else
you can think of.

Now are you satisfied?
Now that you know where...

your rotten, filthy, stinking,
precious money goes!

Still mad? How could I be?

Thanks. Look, I mean to keep
this a strictly business luncheon,

so I've gotta ask you again.

Now, look. I made a
fool of myself one time.

That was my one consecutive
appearance, and that's it. Okay?

Okay. Okay.

Business aside,

why don't you take
the afternoon off?

Come on. I got a boat.
We can relax for an hour.

Sorry. Sorry.

How about having a
drink with me later on?

Now, the reason I accepted
your luncheon invitation...

was to show you that I'm
not always that obnoxious.

Besides, I don't get
involved with married men.

Very happily
married man. Really.

It's just when I meet
somebody... guy or a gal... that...

is on the up-and-up...
more than usual,

I... I want to spend
some more time with 'em.

Sorry.

More wine? Thank you.

Speakin' of marriage,

I got this friend.

- He's really got a problem.
- Hey. Come on.

You're talking to
a cop. Remember?

Yeah. It's me. Old happily
married's got a problem.

Yeah. It's a situation I
don't know how to handle.

My wife...

And I do love her
very much. Really.

But she's been withdrawing large
amounts of money from the bank,

and she won't account for it.

I thought at first she might be
covering gambling debts or buying dope.

You know. But... neither
of those things are her.

Well, you think, uh,

a man?

- It happens.
- No way.

She's still young.
She's very attractive.

She could get any guy she
wants... without payin' him. [Sighs]

- I know this is not
a cop thing, but maybe...
- That's okay.

- Here I am
dragging you into this.
- I don't mind.

Well, maybe if you
could suggest a...

A private detective...
Somebody that you respect.

Yeah. There's a Lou
Merritt. He's in the book.

Okay. Thanks.

Care for more wine?

Oh. I gotta go back to
work. Are you kidding?

Oh, how'd it go? Lunch?
Oh. I'm sorry I'm a little late.

That's all right. How'd
it go? Uh, it was fun.

It was real nice. It was
even nicer than nice.

It was bittersweet nice. He... He's a
real guy. Oh, he's not such a creep, huh?

Well, he's not as much a
creep as I thought he was.

We started out with ribs
rémoulade... Mmm. Yummy.

We had white wine,
and it was really great.

Why don't you tell me about it
on the way? Where we going?

The morgue.

[Doorbell Rings]

Kathy O. Come on in.

How about a drink? No.

What's wrong? I still
mix 'em like you like.

I said it. No.

Now, I know this isn't
Buckingham Palace,

but I kind of like to know
when someone's gonna drop by.

I have a friend comin'
in a few minutes.

Another lady friend you're
planning to blackmail?

Kathy,

I don't mind
telling you you're...

Well, you're kind
of special to me.

And I wouldn't mind
seeing you again.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow?

Mm-hmm. So you can take
more disgusting pictures of us?

[Breathing Erratically]
I want them destroyed.

I know what you're thinking.

She's here,

and she's supposed
to be giving me...

another big fat envelope
filled with money.

Well, I don't have
any more money.

And there isn't going to be
any more. [Breathing Erratically]

I'm overdrawn
at the bank, and...

my husband found out.

And did he find out why?

Oh, no.

But I'll have to account to him
from now on for every penny.

Well, you'll think of
something. I have.

Now, that would be
pretty dumb, Kathy.

But you're just
dumb enough to do it.

So, I don't think I'll call
you. Where you going?

To get your pictures.

And the negatives.

Out of that desk. [Screams]

No! [Gunshot]

Kathy?

Hi, Loretta. Mrs. Brooks up yet?

I haven't heard her
shower. Ah. Got any coffee?

Oh. you know there's always hot
coffee in this house, Mr. Brooks.

How'd the lecture go?
Oh, fine, fine. Just fine.

Kathy.

Well, according to the autopsy
report, suicide is ruled out.

The deceased was right-handed. The entry
wound was on the left side of the head.

I tell you something. Somebody sure as
hell wanted to make it look like suicide,

because the report indicated that there
were powder burns at the entry wound.

That's right.
Anything else, Frank?

Yeah. Shoe prints.

We found a few in the
garden. But not Brooks's?

No. And not the gardener's.

Captain says you think it
could be blackmail or extortion.

Yeah. Well, we don't have
any evidence yet, but, uh,

Pepper here has a lead
that may be valuable.

- Could save us a lot of time.
- Well,

good luck.

Thanks, Frank. All right.

Why don't you just go
pay your lunch date a visit?

Nothing points to him.

Go pay him a visit anyway.

♪♪ [Funk]

[Sighs]

♪♪ [Continues]

Hi. Hi.

Thanks for stoppin' by.

I'm sorry about what
happened. Yeah. Yeah.

Have a seat. It's in the
bleachers, but it's the best we have.

Thanks. Yeah. The station
wanted me to take some time off,

but, ah, what would I do, just sit
around wishing I were dead too?

At least this way it keeps my
mind off it... for a little while.

- Uh, I'm here
officially, Larry.
- Coroner's report?

Yeah. I have to ask
you a few questions.

Yeah. "Death caused by
person or persons unknown."

I couldn't believe
it was suicide.

The, uh, medical examiner put the
time of death at about midnight, Tuesday.

- Where were you then?
- I was up in Belleville.

That's about 150
miles north of here?

Mm-hmm. Doing what, Larry?

I was delivering a lecture
on radio broadcasting...

at State Teacher's
College. At midnight?

In the afternoon. There was a
reception afterwards at Dr. Lindstrom's.

He's president of the
college. Dr. Eric Lindstrom.

Afterwards, I was too tired to drive
back, so I checked in to a motel.

I drove home the
next morning and...

found Kathy.

- Uh, what motel was that?
- The only one up there. The Belleville.

I'm gonna go over to the
campus and see what's

happenin'. I'll pick
you back up here later.

Don't forget to write. Just take
care of the business at hand.

[Clears Throat] Hello.

We're filled up.

Too bad. You're cute.

Oh, thank you. Then,
uh, my mama was right.

Are you postgraduate?

Police Academy.
Look, man. We're clean.

I know. Don't worry.
That's not why I'm here.

Oh. Well, in that case, if
you want a room for a...

couple of hours, I
can arrange that.

I'll even give you a rate. I'll bet you
could. Do you know Larry Brooks?

- The deejay? Sure. He was in
here last week. He's also cute.
- Tuesday night?

- Somebody told you.
- You definitely remember
seeing him here that night?

Yeah. I saw him go
to his room... alone.

He said all he wanted to do
was sleep. What time was that?

Uh, early. 9:00.

- When was the next time
you saw him?
- When he left in the morning.

Did, uh, he receive any calls
during the night or make any?

No. Are you sure?

Could he have gotten up and
split without you knowing it?

Why would he do that?

Sure, I could've driven back
between 9:00 and midnight,

murdered Kathy, and still had plenty
of time to drive back to the motel,

check out in the morning
with a perfect alibi.

But why? That's what
we're trying to find out.

I need a cup of coffee.
Anybody else? Black.

No, thanks.

Look, Sergeant. I loved my wife.

I know I have no way of
proving that, but I really did.

People kill people
every day, Mr. Brooks.

People who love the people
they kill. Isn't that strange?

Larry, did you ever find out why
your wife wrote all those checks?

No.

No. I never got around to it.

Do you have any idea who
might have wanted to kill her?

No. Was she...

involved with another man?

It's hard to believe.

If there was another man, do you have
any idea at all who it might have been?

No. [Pepper] I
have to ask you this.

- Were you, or are you involved
with another woman or women?
- No.

But you took me out to lunch and
asked me to have a drink with you later.

Yeah. That was a guy who
was teed off with his wife.

I was feeling sorry for myself.

Just wanted to be with
somebody for a while. That's all.

[Sighs] The fact of
the matter is, Sergeant,

Kathy and I hadn't been
getting on too well lately.

I was spending a lot of time at
work. We were growing apart.

Yeah. It was my fault,
but that's the way it was.

The gals that she shops
with, lunches with, golfs with...

They saw more of her
than I did the past year or so.

♪♪ [Soft Jazz] Nice place.

Are you ready for some girl talk,
Sergeant? Yes. That's why I'm here.

We have a table
over here. First of all,

this place helps to relieve the
monotony, if you know what I mean.

You can sit in the middle.
Uh, no. Uh, what monotony?

Well, the kind of monotony of
being the wife of a very V.P. type.

Uh, drink? No, thank you.

William, the usual. Me too.

Oh, could I have
a glass of water?

He's never around
when you need him.

With mine, change that to never
around, period. And you're married?

Oh, no. I'm not... I'm not
married. And you work.

I thought of taking
a job... anything.

But my husband would
have a fit. Image and all that.

So I spend most of my
time making sure that, uh,

the freezer's full up, and the maid
knows what to prepare for dinner.

Shopping. But then,
how much can a girl shop?

[Chuckles] Right. So, uh,

we come here to
"un-bore," you could say.

Believe me, some of the jocks
around here aren't half bad.

Yeah. So I noticed. However, I
came to talk about Kathy Brooks.

Oh, Kathy.

Well, in a nutshell,

some of us, uh, play around.

But Kathy didn't. A round of
golf was more like it for her.

- She wasn't involved
with anyone?
- Kathy? No.

I would have said so too,
uh, up until about a week ago.

- What happened
about a week ago?
- Well, now,

I don't know if this will
mean anything to you, but...

I was at her house when, uh,

she received this
phone call from, uh,

someone she addressed as Dennis.

Well, she cut it short,
saying that she couldn't

talk and that she'd,
uh, call him back later.

When she hung up, I was my
usual nosy self, and I asked her, uh,

- "Hey. Who's Dennis?"
- What'd she say?

She, uh, said it was somebody from
the radio station calling for her husband.

No. No, no, no. Dennis?
No Dennis works here.

And your wife? She never
mentioned anyone with that name?

My wife's cousin, Dennis Farrow.

He's with the State Department
in Italy with his wife and two kids.

- He's there now?
- We got a letter
from him the other day.

He's on his way to Switzerland
for a couple of weeks.

- Mm-hmm.
- Pepper...

- Yeah?
- Thanks.

Come on. Stand over there and let
the sergeant take a good look at you.

- Who's that, Joe?
- Tommy Thompson.

Burglar. And a damn
lousy one at that.

- Broke into the house next to
the disc jockey's last night.
- Brooks?

Brooks. But the people
came home and surprised him.

So he broke a vase
over the owner's head.

But the owner had a thick skull, and
his I.D. was enough to identify our pal.

What am I doing down in
Homicide? I didn't kill him.

No. You didn't kill him. But I'm
quite sure the sergeant here...

will be very interested in
what you were doing next door.

Next door? I didn't
do nothin' next door.

He didn't do nothin' next door.

But leave the shoe prints
that we found last night.

Identical to the shoes he's
wearin' right now. W... W...

You wanna tell us about
that, Tommy? My shoes?

Huh? You wanna
tell us about that?

Huh?

I was never in there.

Well, how come your shoe prints
were found outside the window?

Uh, o-o-okay. Uh... Uh...

One night, uh, th... What
night? What night was that?

Monday or Tuesday.
Was it Monday or Tuesday?

I, uh... I think it was, uh,
Tuesday. You think it was Tuesday.

Yeah. I was climbin' in the window, and
somebody drove up and scared me off.

They drove in what?
A car? Yeah. A car.

What kind of car was
it? I don't know what kind.

It was late. How late was it?

Um, I think about, uh, 12:00.

About 12:00? Y-Yeah.
Uh, and someone got out.

Was it a man? Huh? A woman?

I didn't stick around
to see, man. I just split.

Wait a minute. You got frightened off
by a car which you can't even describe?

When somebody got
out, you don't know if it was

a woman or a man or
one person or two people.

You believe this? Hell,
no. I don't believe it.

I don't believe it
either. It's the truth.

Y'all want me to tell a lie and say I
went in that house and killed that woman.

What woman? I didn't say anything
about no woman. What woman, man?

How did you know there was a
woman killed, Tommy? It was, um...

Huh? It was... It was in
the paper and on the TV.

Was it?

Wasn't it?

Was it? I don't think
it was on the TV.

Huh, Tommy? W... W...

Huh? I don't know. I might have.

I, uh...

I drink too much, and... and sometimes
I get these... these blackouts, and...

when I wake up, I... I
don't remember nothin'.

[No Audible
Dialogue] [Horn Honks]

You lookin' for work?
Oh, no. I, uh... I have a job.

I... I'm a police officer.

And I've got a license. So?

Are you Tina Thompson? Yes.

- I need some information
about your husband.
- Oh. That bum.

Greetings, Mr. G. Haven't
seen you for a couple of days.

- Dinah available, Tina?
- No. She's kind of
tied up right now, Mr. G.

But, uh, uh, what about Patty? You'd
like her. She's got fingers like feathers.

But firm, you know?
She available?

No. She's not. Okay.

Uh, l-let's give Patty a try.

- You won't be sorry that you
did. She's in tent number four.
- Thank you.

Tent number four.

Business.

About your husband...
You know he's in custody.

- What's it for this time?
- Burglary, assault,

suspicion of murder. Murder?

Oh, he finally hit
the jackpot. I always

knew he would. I just
thought it would be me.

- You mean
he's tried to kill you?
- Like clockwork.

- Cuckoo clock.
- He says he gets blackouts.

Blackouts, d.t.'s. You
name it. He's a wino.

One whiff of the grape,
and he's liable to do anything.

Well, Mrs. Thompson,
can you possibly remember

what time he came
home last Tuesday night?

Last Tuesday night? I haven't
seen that bum in a month...

Since he broke open my
piggy bank. [Phone Rings]

Excuse me.

Ali's Paradise, where
every man is a sultan.

Who? No. There's no
Pepper Anderson working here.

Oh. Well, not under that name.

That's me. Oh.

Thank you. Hello. Pepper? Larry.

I called your office, and, uh, when
I told them it was kind of important,

they gave me
this number to call.

I'm at home right now, and I was
going through some of Kathy's things,

and I came across a piece of
paper with initials on it... D.G...

And a telephone number. "D.G."

Dennis. Maybe.

I was gonna call the number
myself, find out who it was,

but then I figured I'd
let you people handle it.

Okay, Larry. Thank you. Bye-bye.

You know, darling, if
you ever want to give up

that badge for a little
more interesting work...

[Chuckles] Thank you.

I'll remember that.

Thank you very
much. What a waste.

[Phone Rings]

Morning, Pep. Two things.

First, Tommy Thompson
withdrew his confession at 4:00 a.m.

He said his memory just came
back to him, and he didn't do it.

You believe him? Well, I don't
believe anything till I have to.

The other thing is, uh, that
phone number Brooks gave you.

We checked it out. That's
the address right there.

How do you feel?

Great. What made
you ask? The marina?

Oh. We ran a quick make on him.

He's a management consultant,

doing business out
of the marina address,

which is also his residence, which
is also where he keeps a big boat...

on which he does a lot of
entertaining... mostly female.

Has he got a record?
Ah, few traffic violations.

In fact, he's a guy
with nothin' on him,

except apparently enough
bread to swing like a king.

- Is there a law
against that?
- Depends on how he gets it.

For now, what
I'd like to know...

is how and why Kathy
Brooks had his phone number.

Didn't you say something
about Brooks having a boat?

Aren't you ever
gonna drink that?

No. I just like
to watch it fizz.

Yes, sir. Okay. Get my
bow line, will ya, pal?

Yeah. Sure. All aboard.

Here we go. Give me a little shove
off now, will you, buddy? Okay.

All right. Thank you very much.

Yes, sir. Have a nice day.

I will. You too.

Go get him, tiger.

[Engine Starts]

[Pepper] Bye-bye.

[Engine Sputtering]

[Engine Cranking]

What's the trouble? Oh, hi.

I don't know. It just, uh,
went dead all of a sudden.

I can't get it started.

I'll come aboard
and see if I can fix it.

Oh, gee. Fantastic.

Now, don't look so worried.
Whatever it is, I can fix it.

You know, it just looks so
complicated. All those nuts and bolts.

- Dennis Graham.
- Eve Marshall.

- Miss or Ms.?
- Mrs.

Figures.

Look. Maybe I better give you
a tow into the service station.

I'm sorry about this.
Well, it's not your fault.

But, boy, is my husband
gonna love me tonight.

[Dennis] Say, my pad's
right here at the marina,

so while they're working on her,

come on up and
have a nice, cool drink.

I happen to make
'em pretty good.

You got fresh limes?

♪♪ [Humming] ♪♪ [Light
Instrumental On Speakers]

Good. Mmm! Mmm!

Ooh, that's good.
Good for you too.

Helps drive away the
blues. Oh, that's great.

Except...

I'm not feelin' blue.
[Chuckles] Oh, now. Come on.

If that boat of yours
doesn't get fixed fast,

you're not gonna really enjoy telling
your husband about it tonight, are you?

Oh, my husband is a
very understanding type.

Now, say that again,

and this time, look at
my face when you say it.

He's okay.

Anyway,

I don't want to talk
about him. Why not, Eve?

Well, because we have our
troubles like everybody else, and...

he has a bad heart, and
it makes me feel guilty.

Okay? So let's not talk
about him. ♪♪ [Continues]

Uh, his bad heart, uh,

how does that affect your
marriage, other than that?

That is a very
personal question.

Ah, but does it get an answer?

Why don't we talk about you?

Ah. My favorite subject.

Aside from being modest,

what are your other qualities?
Well, I make a good drink.

And I guess you could
say I enjoy my work.

- I'm a management consultant,
among other things.
- Meaning?

I'm also a connoisseur... of
good wine and beautiful women.

And since I've just stocked
my cellar... What's up there?

My bedroom. You, uh...

You want to see it?

I'll give you the grand
tour of my palazzo here.

I'll just, uh, get us
another one of these.

- [Phone Rings]
- Uh, would you
get that for me, Eve?

Hello?

Is this Dennis
Graham's apartment?

- Yes, it is.
- Oh. Um...

Is he there? Will you
tell him it's Mrs. McClung?

Psst.

It's a Mrs. McClung.

Not to worry. It's
just the landlady.

Hello, Linda. Listen.
I can't talk just now.

Because I have someone
here, and I'm busy.

Bore.

[Rings] Hello.

Uh, Mr. Graham?

This is, uh, Bill Jensen,
down at the dock.

I'm a new fella
workin' down here.

Yeah. We just found somebody on your boat.
I don't know what that means, but, uh,

maybe you better come
down and check it out.

Breaking into my boat?

Emergency? Yeah.
Indeed it is. Indeed it is.

Someone breaking into my boat.
But... But I'll be right back. My boat.

Boat.

What do you mean he got away? I was
just about to call the police, Mr. Graham.

He just got away from
me. That's all. Who was he?

I don't know.
What'd he look like?

Just an ordinary-lookin' guy.
Nothing special. I tell you somethin'.

I think you ought to
check your boat out.

Just to see if he did any damage
or took anything. Know what I mean?

Yeah. All right. I'm
sorry, Mr. Graham.

Yeah. It's all
right. It's all right.

[Pepper] Dennis.

Yeah. Uh, Dennis,

I just called home.

There's an emergency.
I gotta get back.

But, uh... I took
down your number.

I'll phone ya. I mean that.

Okay.

Did you get anything?
He's a charmer, that old fox.

Thank you. Hello.

Mrs. McClung, I'm Sergeant
Crowley. This is Sergeant Anderson.

How do you do?
Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

[Sighs] Now,
what's this all about?

Maybe about you. Or rather,
you and Dennis Graham.

I don't know
anyone by that name.

Same voice? I think so.

What are you talking
about? What is this?

I was at his apartment
yesterday when you phoned.

"Is this Dennis Graham's
apartment? Is he there?

Will you tell him
it's Mrs. McClung?"

Do you want to tell us
about the two of you, ma'am?

I said... I don't know
what you're talking about.

Let me explain something
to you, Mrs. McClung.

There was another lady. Maybe
you read about her in the papers.

Her name was Kathy Brooks.

She's dead.

Somebody killed her.

Now, we think somebody was blackmailing
her and for some reason murdered her.

- Dennis?
- Maybe.

Is he blackmailing you?

Is he blackmailing
you, Mrs. McClung?

We know that you're married,
that you have a husband.

Oh, God.

[Sighs]

We've had our bad moments,
but they're gone. Past.

[Sighs] I didn't know
how much I loved him...

until this happened.

And he loves me.

And if he ever
finds... Believe me.

We will do everything we can
to keep him from finding out.

Now, we know courage
is an easy word to say,

but not always so
easy to come by.

But for your sake...

For the sake of who knows how many
other women, won't you please tell us?

Are you being blackmailed?

[Sighs]

I met with him a few times.

Went to his place.

And that's when he told me about
the camera he has in his bedroom.

And he showed me the
pictures... horrible pictures.

When are you supposed
to see him again?

As soon as I have the
money for the next payment.

Do you want to call
him now and arrange it?

Please.

Oh, that's not it.

If he really killed that
woman, and I make a slip,

what if he tries to
do something to me?

We'll be there.

You know, it's funny,

but if this works out, I think I'm going
to feel a lot better about everything.

[Seagulls Squawking]

Pigeon approaching coop.

[Knocking] It's open.

Hello, Linda.

You're early.

Maybe I couldn't
wait to give you this.

There's no rush.
How about a drink?

All right. A glass of wine.

Claret, oui? Yes.
If you have it.

For you, I have it.

Very nice too.

Here it is.

Another payment for my sins.

Now, it wasn't all that
bad, was it? Take it, Dennis.

You want it, don't you?

Linda, come on. There's no rush.

Take your hands off me.

In that case,

I'll take your money.

Police officers, Graham.

What's this all about?

- Eve?
- I'm a police officer.

[Bill] You're under arrest for
extortion and suspicion of murder.

[On Speaker] And the last time
you saw her was Tuesday afternoon?

Yes. Afternoon?

Yes.

Thanks, Walt.

Yeah. Now, then what happened?

So I asked her if she'd,
uh, like a drink. She said no.

So I said okay.

I had this date comin'
by in a little while.

Yeah. Go ahead.

And then she took out this gun.

And I grabbed ahold of her,

and the gun went off.

The bullet must have gone out
the door onto the balcony, 'cause...

later on I looked around
on all the walls, and I...

I couldn't find any holes.

Yeah. Go ahead.

What happened then? [Sighs]

Then I, uh...

I slapped her.

♪♪ [Jazz On Radio] [Phone Rings]

Hello. Pepper? Larry.

- Hi, Larry.
- I just heard. You got him.

Well, we think so.

Thank God. You know,
Pepper, when, uh...

When this whole mess is really
over with, I'd love to see you again.

If that's all right with you.
Well, sometime, Larry. Sure.

You name it. Well, I don't know.

Why don't you phone me
and we'll see? [Doorbell Rings]

Uh, there's someone at the
door. I'm expecting guests.

Bye, Larry.

[Dial Tone]

How'd it go with Graham?

[Chuckles] Shows
truthful, damn it. Oh.

Well, you know, in a
way, I'm not surprised.

Oh, really? Is it your
woman's intuition again?

Oh.

You're not out of scotch, are
you? No. It's behind the bourbon.

Well,

that brings us
back to your friend.

Yeah. Larry Brooks.

You know, the more
I think about it, honey,

the more I think he just could have
been the guy in the car the other night.

Scared Thompson off. Hmm.

You don't agree?

No.

It's something Linda McClung said when
she was looking for Graham's phone number.

Remember? She opened her
address book and said, "No, that's not it."

And then she got it
off a piece of paper.

Yeah? It's just a hunch.

[Sighs]

Your woman's intuition again?

Don't knock it.

You do play the
percentages, don't ya?

You know a better way?

Who you calling? Linda McClung.

And then maybe Mr. Brooks.

He just asked me for a date.

We'll order later, Raoul.

Comme vous voulez,
Monsieur Brooks.

Well, if I knew how
to say it in French,

I'd tell you how glad I am
you changed your mind.

[Chuckles] I'm a woman.

So I've noticed.

A toast to the police department.
Told you we'd try our best.

Well, the lead I gave you
really paid off, didn't it? Lead?

Graham's phone number. Oh.

Yeah. Yeah. It did pay off.

Mm-hmm. Where'd
you find it, Larry?

In Kathy's things. I was going
through one of her old purses,

and it was shoved in behind
some charge accounts.

Didn't I tell you that?
Guess I never asked.

- Shows how careless
cops can be sometimes.
- Yeah. What do you mean?

Well, Homicide usually, uh,

goes over things very
carefully, like purses,

very thoroughly. Yeah.
Well, this is one they missed.

Yeah. They sure did.

Explain something to me, Larry.

Uh-huh? My partners and
I... We did some checking.

With a woman. Another
victim of Graham's.

And with the phone company.

What we found out was
the number you gave us...

Graham's number.

That was a new number.

It was changed two days
after your wife's murder.

Y... You got that
number from Information.

And you knew
about the blackmail.

You wanted us to know
that Graham had a motive.

But Graham didn't
kill her. You did.

Just leave it there.

Don't try anything.
I have friends.

And there's a mike in there
too. They've heard everything.

[Sighs] Okay.

Your friends know
where I have this aimed.

Why did you kill her?

She was a bum.

A slut.

She did things with
him. Everything.

How did you find that out?

I was trying to call her
all day from Belleville.

She wasn't in, so I decided
to come down and check it out.

As I got to the
house, she arrived.

I asked her about it. She confessed
the whole thing. She got hysterical.

[Sighs] She told me she had
gone to see him to kill him.

She showed me the gun.

But instead of killing him,

they made love.

I went crazy.

I didn't mean to.
God, I didn't mean to.

Get up.

Get up.

Don't.

Get in.

Get out of here!

She gets it.

And remember. He's got a policewoman
aboard. I don't want any shooting.

[Siren Wailing]

[Siren Continues]

[Siren Continues]

Thanks, guys.

You okay? Oh, I'm freezing.

Yeah. I'll get you a hot buttered
rum. Oh, good. Anything that's hot.

I look a mess. You
look great to me.

Cuttin' it pretty close,
weren't ya? Out there?

No. In the restaurant.
Cuttin' it pretty close.

Yeah. That's the last time
I'll play percentages, Bill.

Till the next time,
Pepper. Till the next time.