Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 1 - Do You Still Beat Your Wife? - full transcript
- There's over $200
worth of bills gone,
and I wanna know why.
- Shana.
- Oh, my God.
- And she was lying
there unconscious.
- Unconscious?
Or dead, Mrs. Fayette?
- Hold it.
Hold it right there.
I'm not trying to do anything.
I've had it.
It's just too much and
if you don't lighten up,
we're heading right for a war.
Is that what you want?
I didn't say that.
You know, I said
this whole world
is one hassle after another,
and I won't take it.
Paul, see you're doin'
the whole thing in your head.
I don't wanna hear
that ever again.
What is it with you?
You're gonna start this
every time like clockwork
when I'm ready to split.
Paul, all I asked was why
you'd have to buy another one.
Why?
You can keep your voice down.
The hell with the neighbors.
Don't upset the baby.
Please.
- The baby?
What about me?
That is killing me.
- Sorry.
- What you're tryin' to
do is bug me to death.
I am dying in this house.
- I only...
- Asked why I'd buy
another guitar, right?
Well, it's because
guitars are the way
I pick up the bread
to feed this family.
It's my job, my work.
- But that's an acoustic.
You can't even use it
for your job.
- Well, maybe I can use it
for a little pleasure
around here.
It's more than I've
been gettin' from you.
You're nag, nag, nag.
- You're the one that's
always complaining about bills.
- You better,
are you gonna get out
or
Are you gonna get out?
- Oh, Paul.
Paul, Paul, please.
- You don't like it.
- Not particularly, no.
- I can tell.
Pepper, this is the
Commissioner's niece
and these are
freebies, it would be nice
if you looked like
you were enjoying it.
- I will when she
starts smacking him.
- Oh, listen, could
the Sergeant have
another bottle of
champagne, please?
- Excuse me, is
Mr. Royster here?
- Right over there,
that's Mr. Royster.
- Mr. Royster,
telephone, Mr. Royster.
- Pete, that's you, Mr. Royster.
- Oh, Mr. Royster,
a classy joint.
- Don't forget the champagne.
- Yes, sir.
- This'll be your tailor.
I think your new
overalls are ready.
- I hope so.
Hello.
- Hello, there, big boy.
I had a little trouble
tracking you down,
but I made it.
- It's amazing, this
is the mystery lady
with the furry voice.
- Peter.
- Yes, you certainly did
track me down again, didn't you?
You don't mind
if I call you Peter?
- Absolutely not.
I rather like it.
It's a lot nicer
than Mr. Royster.
So, what's
happening, my darling?
- Peter, I want
you to know this.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I try,
but I can't.
- It's a common ailment.
I'll tell you, I have
a prescription
that I know you could
use, but in order to fill it out
I'm going to have to have
somewhere to send it,
and, also, your name.
- All that is
irrelevant, totally.
The thing is, I
adore you, Peter.
- This is absolutely amazing.
I don't understand how she
where I'm at.
Do you know that last week
she actually had me paged
in a health food store?
- Maybe she's after
your macadamias.
- Don't fight it, lover boy.
Obviously, it's bigger
than both of you.
- Listen, did you at least
get her name this time?
- No, all I know is
that she said to me
that I cannot live without you.
Right, Pep?
- Waiter.
- I can understand that.
I think maybe she just crashed
out of a local funny farm.
Shana?
Shana, it's me, Miriam.
Shana, what did he do to you?
Oh, my God.
Oh, come on, come on, darling.
Come, come.
Come on, darling.
Come on, darling,
sit, sit, sit, sit.
I'll get water.
- I'm okay.
I just wanna be
alone and go to bed.
I'm okay.
- You're alright?
Look at ya.
You can hardly stand.
The furry voice.
- Just one more cold one.
- I know it's not much, but
I want to propose a toast.
To the prettiest cop I know,
Mr. Royster.
- Oh, no, I don't want any more.
- Are you sure you
won't have one more?
- I have had enough.
- Not even for Mr. Right?
- She's right, she's
absolutely right.
- Give mine to the piano player.
No, no, I gotta get her home.
- Are you sure, Chief?
- It's getting late.
It was great, thank you.
- We got a job to do
in the morning.
Now, darling, please,
if you're gonna be worried
about the baby being with me,
I'll be insulted, in fact.
Miriam, if he keeps crying...
- Darling, if he cries,
I will know what to do,
believe me, I have
been through this.
Now, you just get
here in the cab.
That's wonderful, darling.
Sit down, be very comfortable,
and careful, that's it.
St. Michael's, fast, go.
Shush, baby, momma's
gonna be alright.
- The doors are open, Crowley.
- Oh, so they are.
Anyway, this one
lady went to sleep
in this room full of turpentine
fumes and she never woke up.
She died.
- She died?
- Yeah, of internal combustion.
She blew up.
- I don't believe,
what are you having trouble?
- No, I got a new lock,
I'm openin' 'em up.
- Why'd you get a new lock?
You were just getting
good with the old one.
- Now.
- Now, what?
- Now, then.
Saved again, Crowley.
- Yeah, what is it?
- Billy, calm down,
it's not the duty officer.
- Miriam, how's my
favorite, dynamite lady?
- Oh, except for the
sinuses, fine, you?
- Oh, I'm great.
And Pepper?
- Pepper's great.
In fact, she's right here
in front of me, right now.
Oh, you on a job?
- Well, you might say that.
I'm workin' on it,
let's put it that way.
- Listen, Billy, I called because
there's some big trouble
with the neighbors next door.
If Saul, rest his
soul, was still alive,
he'd be over there
with his badge and gun
so fast they wouldn't
know from what.
Listen, I, I hope I'm
not disturbing you, huh?
- No, it's fine, Miriam.
What kind of trouble?
- It was my fault.
I was hasslin' my husband
about somethin' and he got upset,
and, and...
- He beat you up.
- He slapped me
a couple of times.
- Mrs. Fayette has
a slight concussion.
- Can slapping do that?
- I, he hit my head
when I tripped over
one of the baby's toys.
Uh, look, please
understand something.
I don't wanna press
charges, like you call it.
I just wanna get
back to my baby.
Dr. Harper, I gotta
get back home.
- Shana, that's exactly
what you said the last time,
and I don't wanna hear it again.
- I just look bad,
I'm really fine.
- Shana, you go with
the doctor, right now.
Dr. Mansfield, report to X-ray.
- Dr. Harper.
Weren't you a little
bit tough on her?
- Yeah, a lot tough
because sometimes, naively,
I even think it might penetrate.
Yeah, I know, I'm a doctor,
I shouldn't be smoking.
But when these things
happen, I just can't stand it.
- The other times that she
came in, was she this bad?
- Yeah, sometimes she's worse.
It's good to see the
police around for a change.
- Doctor, we can't come
around if nobody calls us.
- She didn't even
call us this time.
We're really here in
an unofficial capacity.
I don't have to tell ya,
Doctor, wife beating is still
one of the most unreported
crimes in the country.
- I know those statistics
and they sicken me.
You think I'm being tough,
let me show you something.
She came in just
a little while ago.
Her nose is broken in a little
argument with her husband
for the third time this year.
That's her husband down there.
Take a look at him.
An impeccably prestigious man
who drinks too much and
then goes for his wife's face.
But let's stay with the women.
Shana Fayette in there.
Are you going to do
something about her?
Is it just the same old story?
Is it really the old
joke with you people?
Do you still beat your wife?
- Yeah, well, don't you
guys have a box labeled
domestic squabbles where
you toss in a coupla dozen
of these things every
night and forget 'em?
- We run a police department,
Fayette, not a garbage dump.
- Did my wife send
you here to arrest me?
Yes or no.
- Nope.
- No, she didn't call any cops.
That means the old
lady next door, right?
Which doesn't mean a thing.
So why don't
you just trot along,
let me get back to work.
Or maybe you'd like to hang out
and I can put in a good
word with one of the girls.
- Lemme tell ya
somethin', Fayette.
I'll probably be seein' ya again
'cuz you're the kinda punk
who's either been in trouble
or you're gonna be.
- Hi, how're you feeling?
- Better, thanks.
- Good.
- Is that what you
waited to ask me
or am I gonna have
to tell ya again?
- I waited to see how you were,
and to drive you home.
- Well, I can take a cab.
- I can getcha there faster.
There's a little boy waiting
for you to come home
and hold him in your arms.
I can get you there
faster than any cab.
Okay, Shana?
Miriam tells me you
have a terrific little boy.
- Hm, yeah, he's that alright.
- What's his name?
- Paul, Paul Guy
Fayette the third.
We call him Paulie.
- I bet he brings you
a lotta happiness.
- His father adores him.
- How'd you meet?
- Well, it was a little
over three years ago
when I first came
out from Indiana.
I got this job as a waitress
and he was playin' a gig there.
Man, I'm tellin'
you it was fast.
In a few months,
we were married.
I couldn't hardly believe it.
There we were,
19 year old farm girl
and a confirmed
bachelor music man.
- I can just hear the violins.
- For a minute she even smiled.
- How did your meet go?
- Well, it went okay,
if you like creeps.
Pep, ya know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna have Joe and
Pete finish up the paperwork
on the Bryant case.
I'm gonna ask
Parks if he'll let me
follow-up on this guy.
- Yeah, but if the
wife doesn't file,
you'll have nothing
to follow-up on.
Besides, it would go
to Divisional detectives.
- Miriam's got very good
instincts about these things.
She's not a hysterical lady.
Can't explain it, it's justa,
I don't know.
Wife beaters just aren't
my favorite people.
I know one thing.
I don't like this guy.
- What are you doing still up?
- I couldn't really sleep.
I thought you might
like some breakfast.
- No.
I drove around for a while,
had some.
Oh, baby.
Why do you stay with me?
- I wouldn't be
anything without ya.
- I won't,
I want...
- So.
- I want you to know
something, Mrs. Stein.
- I've always believed
in education, what?
- I don't like what
you did last night.
Calling the police.
- And?
- And I want you to keep
your nose out of my business
and out of what
happens in my house.
My house, Mrs. Stein.
- That it?
- That's it.
- Well, I'm gonna
tell you something,
you good-for-nothing lowlife.
Don't you start with
me, now or ever.
Do ya hear?
And I'll tell ya something else.
If you start that crazy
business one more time,
I'll knock you
clean off your block.
- So what did he say?
- He left.
What did he say?
Miserable person.
- Listen, Miriam, you think
this guy could be into drugs?
- I saw enough in my
time when you and Saul
were on Ad-Narc.
I don't think the
guy is on any stuff.
But I know for a fact
that he doesn't drink,
can't, Shana told me.
- Here ya go.
- Oh, thanks, doll.
- Hope you don't mind the bag.
- Tea's tea.
- Did the girl ever
try to leave him?
- No.
She's crazy, mad
in love with him.
Go figure that.
But I will tell ya this much.
His own mother
begged her to leave him.
- When was that?
- Oh, it was about
four months ago.
She come on a visit.
Oh, a nice lady.
Real nice lady.
Emma's her name.
- What happened, Miriam?
- Oh, well, one night
there was this big fight.
Guess who?
And the next morning,
I'm out in the back
hanging up the clothes, ya know,
and she comes out
and gets in the car
and starts to say
goodbye to Shana.
Then I heard her ask
her, no, she begged.
She begged her to take the
baby and come away with her.
- But Shana said no?
- Yeah.
She said something
like, "A wife's place
"is with her husband."
You know, something like that.
- Where'd the mother
wanna take her, do ya know?
You have any idea?
- No.
No, I asked her once,
you know, small talk,
where do you live,
darling, that kind of thing.
But she avoided answering,
like it was a big mystery.
- She begged the
girl to leave with her.
- Yeah, pale as this cup.
Practically crying.
- No, I did not
receive any message.
Thank you very much.
What's up?
- Been here six years
and nobody knows I'm here.
- Well, somebody
knows you're here.
Desk Sergeant asked
me to drop this off for you.
A boy delivered it
about 10 minutes ago.
- Hey, easy.
- It's been sniffed and scanned.
It's fine.
- Thank you very much, Mary Lou.
- Dearest Peter, think
of me as you use this,
morning, noon and night,
or whenever.
I adore you,
Daphne.
- I believe that's mine.
Thank you kindly, Joe.
- I thought we were partners.
- Not in everything, my friend.
- Husky Musky.
- I think I used
to use that stuff.
- Hey, Pete, Joe.
Teletype Sacramento,
check out a Paul Fayette.
Profession musician, plays
guitar at Pinky Martinez's club,
the Country Rudy.
Home address 58 South Spring.
- That's next door to where
Saul Stein used to live.
- Yep.
- Is he the creep who...
- He's the creep.
Check it.
- You got it.
When Paul's mother left,
she was concerned about you.
About the baby, we know that.
Alright.
Emma asked me to come back
home with her for a little while.
But she didn't beg, she
just thought the change
might do us all some good.
Where's home, Shana?
- It was Fresno,
but she's moved since then, and
we don't have a
new address, yet.
- Shana, could
you sit for a minute?
- Sure.
- You're adorable,
you know that?
I say he's got your eyes.
- Well, he's got his
father's nose and jaw.
He's his Daddy's son.
- Shana...
- Look,
he's getting tired.
I think I...
- Shana.
I want very, very
much to help you.
I want you to believe that.
Things are very
heavy, right now,
between you and your husband,
and if they get outta hand,
I think you should know
that there are places
in this city, shelters, with
confidential addresses,
nobody would know where you are,
and they, they're
there for counseling,
they're there for
company, for safety.
Your safety, and your baby's.
I don't know if you realize that
men sometimes
transfer their aggressions
from their wives
right to their children.
- Sergeant Anderson, I
can take care of myself,
and I can take care of my baby.
And everything's gonna be
alright between Paul and me,
I know that.
I like you very much,
but, please, don't
come around anymore.
- Well, I pray that
I won't have to,
but just in case let
me give you my card.
I'll put my home number on it.
Please use it if you need it.
Here it is.
Fayette, Paul Guy.
- No police record.
Application for a liquor
license six years ago.
Background investigation
shows he had a card
with the musician's
union at that time
with an address at 201 Rand.
Played at a club, the Rondo,
for about a year.
Lived at the Rand street address
for the same period of time,
with his...
With his wife,
Elizabeth Fayette.
- So, there's her confirmed
bachelor music man.
Poor kids.
- 'Scuse us.
- Good afternoon.
If you'll both
fill out this form,
we'll have you on your
way together in a jiffy.
- We're not here to get married.
- Oh, well, I thought such
an attractive couple, like you...
- Actually, I keep proposing,
but she doesn't trust cops.
- Cops.
- We're here to check a license.
- Here it is.
They applied July 2nd, 1974.
- May we see that?
- Sure.
- Shana Ruth nee Madison,
never before married.
Fayette, Paul Guy,
never before married.
- Well, he wasn't.
- Then who is Elizabeth Fayette?
- I don't know.
Isn't this computer of yours
ever send you the
wrong information?
- Rarely.
- Well, this is one
of the rare times.
- If he had been married
before, he would have told you,
is that it?
- Of course he would.
And I'm tellin' you
Sergeant Anderson,
don't play games with
my life and my marriage.
Just, please, get outta here.
- We don't play games.
- Leave me alone.
Please, leave me alone.
Hello.
- Hello, Shana, it's Emma.
How are you, you alright?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Ya sure?
- Really, Emma, I'm just fine.
I just have a small headache.
Oh, I'm sorry.
How's little Paulie?
- He's fine, Emma.
- And, uh, my Paul?
- His stomach's
been acting up again
other than that, he's okay.
- Dear, listen.
Why don't I drive down again
and we'll pick up the baby
and go off together someplace.
- I love you, Emma,
but that's not gonna solve it.
In the long run, we
gotta solve it between us.
- I know, but I do
worry sometimes.
I wish there was
something I could do.
- Emma,
tell me somethin'.
Before Paul and I met - What?
- Did he, was he ever...
- What?
What is it?
- Just some crazy thoughts.
- My men have done
some more digging.
There's a little town
called Be-ay-yos,
it's about 60 miles
north of Bay Area here.
Be-ay-yos is the
name of the town where
Paul and Elizabeth Fayette moved
after they left San Francisco.
And where on 5 January,
1972, Fayette filed
a missing persons report
on his wife, desertion.
- And nobody's seen or
heard of her since, right?
- You got it.
I'm afraid that's about
all we can do for you
from up here.
- Okay, thanks
very much, Reichler.
We appreciate your help.
No bother, lots of luck.
- Thanks.
Okay, Pete, Joe, I want you
both in Be-ay-yos by morning.
- Parks gonna spring for this?
- You let me worry
about Parks, okay.
- Hasta luego.
- Y'all have fun.
- Gimme a call when
you're set to go, okay?
Got it, I will.
- Whatsa matter, you tired?
- Tired, frustrated and
no, thanks, the paint's dry.
- Whatsa matter?
- I'm scared for that girl.
- I wanna know about these
damn bills you been hidin'.
- I haven't been
hidin' any bills.
- There's over $200
worth a bills gone,
and I wanna know why.
- Because that hospital I
been goin' to costs money,
and those pills
they've been givin' me
they cost money.
And I had to buy Paulie a
new stroller 'cuz he ripped
the other one apart.
- Shut him up.
Shut him up.
I'm tellin' ya, shut him up.
Shut him up.
- Yes?
- Sergeant Anderson?
This is Shana.
You've gotta help me, please?
- What's happened?
- Well, somebody's gotta take us
to one of those, those places,
those shelters,
someplace, please?
- Where are you now?
- I don't know, a corner.
- Isn't there a street sign?
- Ardis and Longworth.
- I know where that is.
Now wait for me.
I'll be there in about
15 or 20 minutes.
Wait for me, Shana.
- Okay.
- Look, I don't mean to be rude,
but my husband's
on his way home.
I've gotta get this
stew on the stove.
- Oh, we definitely understand,
Mrs. Leonard, for sure.
We'll just ask a couple
more questions, then leave.
- Alright.
But I don't know what else
I'm gonna be able to tell you
about her the local
police haven't already.
- Well, they told us that
Elizabeth, her husband,
and his mother were living
together in a house near here.
That one day in 1972
your friend disappeared.
A week later, her husband
files a missing persons on her.
And a few days after that, both
he and his mother were gone.
- Mom, can I stop playing now?
- May I.
No.
- Mrs. Leonard, do you
know if Emma Fayette
went with her son or where?
- Look, I don't know
anything about either of them.
And I haven't heard from
Elizabeth since she left.
- Before she left, did she
try to get in touch with you?
Say she was going?
- No.
- When exactly did you
talk with her last or see her?
- About a week before.
At the hospital one morning.
Chaney Medical?
'Bout 20 miles from here.
Her husband had beaten
her the night before.
- Did she tell you this?
- She reported
it as an accident,
but she told me.
She called, asked me
to come pick her up.
I did.
Ah, she wasn't in
top physical condition.
She had a concussion
or a fracture.
I don't remember which.
That the same thing?
- No.
Well, where did you drive her?
- She wanted to go back home.
So that's where I drove her.
Now, I asked her, "Liz,
why do you keep asking
"for that kind of punishment
from that maniac?
"I mean, you're liable to end
up dead one of these days.
"Do you realize that?"
- What'd she say to that?
- What would anybody say?
If you can't make it work
with the guy you're in love with
how ya gonna make it work
with the rest of the world?
- Mom, I did it a hundred times.
- Make it a 150 and get it
done before Daddy gets home,
so he doesn't have
to listen to that.
- 150.
- Van Cliburn she'll never be.
- Getting back to this
disappearance, Mrs. Leonard,
do you think that
could be possible?
- What?
- Isn't it possible,
Mrs. Leonard,
that Elizabeth Fayette is dead?
- Now, look.
I don't even like to think
about things like that.
Now, I just don't.
And you can see how busy I am.
I don't have anything
else to tell you.
I mean facts.
I'm sorry.
- Louder, Pete.
Pete we got a bum connection.
The Chaney what?
- We're up at the County
Morgue in Chaney.
We've just checked
with the coroner
and gave him the description
of Elizabeth Fayette.
Age, weight, et cetera.
They've exhumed
a Jane Doe three,
looks like a possible match.
Found her skeleton
about a week ago,
150 miles west of
here by some hikers,
and she was never identified.
Ya know what I mean?
- Yeah, anything else?
- Yeah.
Joe went to the hospital
to pick up the X-ray
on the possible skull
fracture that the Fayette lady
received about a week
before she disappeared.
Now, the records on
the Jane Doe three lady
show that she had two fractures.
One more severe than the other.
Both which might have
been caused by the
fall in that ravine,
or might have been inflicted.
- Yeah, one of 'em might be a
week older than the other one.
- Right, so we'll just
have to wait and see.
- Well, wait it out
and see fast, Pete,
and then getcha
butt back down here.
Some woman named
Daphne phoned in,
no last name.
Said she wants ya to
meet her Saturday night
at the Holly Hotel,
Room 309, 10 o'clock.
This that famous
Madame X a yours?
- Ms. X, times are
changin', Mr. Crowley.
How 'bout Pepper, did
she come up with anything?
- I don't know yet.
She's out tossin'
her weight around.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Since you're a
Ginger Ale freak, too,
mind if I join you?
- Come on in.
- Thank you.
- How do you know I haven't
slipped any Absinthe in here?
- Absinthe?
That's...
- What makes the
heart grow fonder.
- Oh, that's bad.
Real bad.
Gorgeous guitar.
That's beautiful.
- Thanks.
My name's Paul.
What's yours?
- Mickey.
- You like it here.
- Oh, so far, so fair,
but I'm always
jittery on first nights,
so it'll be okay.
- You're doin' great.
- I see you're married,
and you have a
wife who checks in
about this time every night
to see if you're with a blonde.
- Well, I'm married, but she's
off on vacation with our kid.
- Doing something fascinating
like visiting your folks
or her folks?
- No, she's in San
Diego with friends.
- You're not from San Diego?
- No.
- I'd say more
like San Francisco.
- You're pretty good.
- I take after my mother.
Do you know what
my dad used to do?
He used to bring home
a whole bunch of guys
and say, "Okay, guys, talk,"
and Emma would figure
out where they were from
practically every time.
- Now that's funny.
- No, she really could.
- No, no, Emma,
that's my mother.
- Yours, too?
- Yeah.
That's my mother's name.
We have Ginger Ale, Emma,
we've got a lot in common.
Kind of makes us
compatible or somethin'.
- Yeah.
Now, if you tell me
she lives in Minneapolis
like my mother now,
I'm gonna freak out.
- No, not Minneapolis.
- Where?
- Oh, far north, God's country.
Ah, time.
- Well.
Hey, what'd you bring?
Midnight snacks?
- No, no, somethin' I
picked up on my way to work.
Antique shop, see?
- I love her.
That's what your
wife's gonna say.
- Huh uh, it's for my Emma.
See, when I was a kid,
she had one exactly like this.
One day my father broke
it, smashed her head.
Accidentally, but
Mom started cryin',
and I promised I'd get
her another one someday.
- You gonna try
to take it up to her?
- I can't get
away, I'll mail it,
if I can find a way to keep
her from gettin' broken again.
- You'll find a way.
Showtime.
- Elizabeth Fayette.
One skull fracture.
A week before she
was reported missing.
- Jane Doe three with an
exactly matching fracture.
- With this additional fracture.
- Gives me a headache
just lookin' at it.
So, the additional one's
more severe, right, Doc?
- Oh, yes, much more severe.
- So, do we move in on him now?
- There's no way.
We can't.
- He might a killed that woman.
- That's right, but we
got no case, Pepper.
You know that any smart
lawyer, all he's gonna do
is tell a jury that she
got that second fracture
when she took a
fall into a ravine.
We just got no case.
You better get back in there.
- We need the mother.
- I'll put that Joe
and Pete on it.
Body had been found in a ravine
by a party of hikers.
It was never identified
before it's burial.
Police are reportedly
checking into the whereabouts
of another woman who
may be an accessory
to the possible homicide.
The victim is
believed to have died
on or about January 1st, 1972,
the result of a brutal beating.
Meanwhile, police
are asking that if there's
any information
regarding the dead woman,
it be phoned into them
at this local number.
555-4321, I repeat, if
you have any information
regarding this
incident call 555.
- Dead?
- Yes.
We got the word
night before last.
The body was
positively identified.
- We put out a bulletin upstate
hoping your
mother-in-law'd contact us
as a possible
link to this thing.
She hasn't yet.
- Sergeant Crowley,
she's his mother.
- I know that, Shana.
- I mean you can't really expect
the woman to turn
in her own son.
- Shana, we're talking
about another woman here.
I'm talkin' about his first
wife whose dead body
was dumped in a
ravine four years ago.
- If you know where Emma
Fayette can be located,
you've got to tell us,
we need your help.
- I don't know where she is.
- Shana.
- Please believe that.
He told me once that he
didn't want me to have her
phone number, and he must
have told her the same thing
because she never gave it to me.
- Well, did you
ever ask her for it?
- Yes, once, when she phoned,
and she just
changed the subject.
I don't know where she is.
Yeah,
who is it?
- It's me, Mickey.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I know, correction, I
came to say goodbye.
- Goodbye?
You just got here.
Come on in.
Let me get us
somethin' to drink.
- Terrific, thanks.
- So you're splitting?
- Yeah, me and my twinkle toes.
Let's face it.
That club is the pits.
'Specially financially.
I can make nearly that
much at unemployment
without having to bust my fanny,
and I got an offer
for a better job, so,
I'm off.
- Off where?
- Portland.
Ya ever been there?
- Yeah, a couple of times.
City of Roses.
- City of a new disco.
A friend of mine
just opened one.
He wants me to
manage it for him.
It's a good deal, well,
it's worth a try at least.
Before I go, I
wanted to tell you,
that you are the
only decent person
I met at Pinky's place.
So, here.
I brought you a
present for your kid.
I forget whether you
said it was a boy or a girl.
- Boy.
- Brought a teddy bear.
It's nothing original, but I...
- He'll dig it.
You know somethin', Mickey?
I'm gonna miss you.
- That's nice to hear.
You are a decent guy.
Thank you.
- How 'bout that Ginger
Ale before you take off?
One for old times' sake.
- Perfect.
- Aw, looks like
we're all out of it.
- It really is beautiful.
It's gorgeous.
As long as you
haven't mailed it yet,
this is only about two miles
out of my way when I go north.
Paul, why don't you let me
drop it off at your mother's?
I'd love to see the
expression on her face
when she opens it.
- Yes.
Miss Emma Fayette?
- Mrs. Fayette, it's
for your son's good.
- It's hard for me to
believe that, Sergeant.
- Paul needs help.
He may have been responsible
for the death of one woman,
and he's certainly a
danger to his own family.
To Shana and to your grandson.
- I was asleep that night.
- In the house up in Be-ay-yos.
- Yes.
- What happened?
What happened?
- I heard some sounds
from the living room,
and I woke up.
- What kind of sounds?
- Someone screaming.
- Your daughter-in-law,
Elizabeth?
Was your son in the
room with her at the time?
- Yes.
- How do you know that?
- I, I got up to see
what was happening.
And Paul was...
- Was what?
Paul was what, Mrs. Fayette?
- He was beating her.
And I called out to him to stop
and he didn't seem to hear me,
and then suddenly
Elizabeth was on the floor.
She had fallen back and
hit her head against a table.
And she was lying
there unconscious.
- Unconscious?
Or dead, Mrs. Fayette?
- She was dead.
- Fayette, you wanna come
down from there, please.
I'd like to talk to you.
- What's goin' on, Mickey?
- I'm not Mickey.
I'm a police officer.
- That's right.
Hey, you wanna
step down, please?
- What?
My wife bring charges?
- No, we talked
with your mother.
You're under arrest for the
murder of Elizabeth Fayette.
So, would you step down, please?
Hold it.
Hold it, right there.
That's the end of the trip, pal.
- We've lived with this
for a long time, Paul.
I knew it had to
come out eventually.
- Ms. Fayette, if you
need us, we'll be outside.
- This,
this is a nightmare.
Just like all the
other nightmares.
Like when your
father used to beat me,
and you used to be standing
there, watching sometimes.
You do remember?
And I would think to myself,
"well, at least this
would teach my little boy
"never to do things like that
"to anyone he loves."
But I never talked
to you about it,
and maybe I should have.
I was so ashamed.
I wanted to keep
what was happening
from anyone finding out,
and I did a bad thing to you.
I'm so sorry.
That, that officer,
that lady officer, gave me
the little doll you got me.
- Hello, hello, hello.
Hello, my darlings,
hello, hello, hello.
How are you, sweetheart?
- Oh, oh, look at him.
Look at him, look
how big he's gotten.
- In a week, right?
- Yeah, you can grow in a week.
Oh, and Shana.
It's so good to
see you, darling.
It's good.
Alright, now, listen.
Come on, everybody,
let's go inside now, huh.
And then, Billy,
then you'll come
over to my house
and you'll bring over
the sandwiches I made?
- Sweetheart, I'm with you.
- I don't know if I
can go back in there.
- Well, it's your home, darling.
- It was.
- Look, Shana,
I've lost a husband
and you've lost
one in kind of a way,
but you know what I think?
God and time,
they both help heal
enough for us to carry on.
Ya know what I mean?
- Would you like us to
come in for just a little while?
Bill makes a
great pot of coffee.
- Would you like that?
- No, I think I have
to go in by myself,
and be alone with my son.
- Well, you've got Miriam
and you've got Bill and me,
so if you ever need us to
help you over the rough spots,
you call us, okay?
- Okay.
Thanks.
- Call us.
- Hello, Peter.
- Mary Lou?
- I happen to have
a middle name.
Daphne.
I've been waiting a
very long time for this.
- You have?
You certainly have a
remarkable way of getting dates.
You don't think I've
got too much of this
Husky Musky on, do you?
- You smell divine.
I can smell it in here.
- What's happening?
I make Commander or somethin'?
- Peter, Peter, don't
you remember the date?
Seven fun-filled
years with CCU, huh?
- Maybe you'd rather forget it?
Congratulations.
- Thank you, Pepper.
And you, "Peter, Peter,
I can't live without you.
"No matter..."
- Don't talk, you fool.
Come here.
- I'll take what's left.
worth of bills gone,
and I wanna know why.
- Shana.
- Oh, my God.
- And she was lying
there unconscious.
- Unconscious?
Or dead, Mrs. Fayette?
- Hold it.
Hold it right there.
I'm not trying to do anything.
I've had it.
It's just too much and
if you don't lighten up,
we're heading right for a war.
Is that what you want?
I didn't say that.
You know, I said
this whole world
is one hassle after another,
and I won't take it.
Paul, see you're doin'
the whole thing in your head.
I don't wanna hear
that ever again.
What is it with you?
You're gonna start this
every time like clockwork
when I'm ready to split.
Paul, all I asked was why
you'd have to buy another one.
Why?
You can keep your voice down.
The hell with the neighbors.
Don't upset the baby.
Please.
- The baby?
What about me?
That is killing me.
- Sorry.
- What you're tryin' to
do is bug me to death.
I am dying in this house.
- I only...
- Asked why I'd buy
another guitar, right?
Well, it's because
guitars are the way
I pick up the bread
to feed this family.
It's my job, my work.
- But that's an acoustic.
You can't even use it
for your job.
- Well, maybe I can use it
for a little pleasure
around here.
It's more than I've
been gettin' from you.
You're nag, nag, nag.
- You're the one that's
always complaining about bills.
- You better,
are you gonna get out
or
Are you gonna get out?
- Oh, Paul.
Paul, Paul, please.
- You don't like it.
- Not particularly, no.
- I can tell.
Pepper, this is the
Commissioner's niece
and these are
freebies, it would be nice
if you looked like
you were enjoying it.
- I will when she
starts smacking him.
- Oh, listen, could
the Sergeant have
another bottle of
champagne, please?
- Excuse me, is
Mr. Royster here?
- Right over there,
that's Mr. Royster.
- Mr. Royster,
telephone, Mr. Royster.
- Pete, that's you, Mr. Royster.
- Oh, Mr. Royster,
a classy joint.
- Don't forget the champagne.
- Yes, sir.
- This'll be your tailor.
I think your new
overalls are ready.
- I hope so.
Hello.
- Hello, there, big boy.
I had a little trouble
tracking you down,
but I made it.
- It's amazing, this
is the mystery lady
with the furry voice.
- Peter.
- Yes, you certainly did
track me down again, didn't you?
You don't mind
if I call you Peter?
- Absolutely not.
I rather like it.
It's a lot nicer
than Mr. Royster.
So, what's
happening, my darling?
- Peter, I want
you to know this.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I try,
but I can't.
- It's a common ailment.
I'll tell you, I have
a prescription
that I know you could
use, but in order to fill it out
I'm going to have to have
somewhere to send it,
and, also, your name.
- All that is
irrelevant, totally.
The thing is, I
adore you, Peter.
- This is absolutely amazing.
I don't understand how she
where I'm at.
Do you know that last week
she actually had me paged
in a health food store?
- Maybe she's after
your macadamias.
- Don't fight it, lover boy.
Obviously, it's bigger
than both of you.
- Listen, did you at least
get her name this time?
- No, all I know is
that she said to me
that I cannot live without you.
Right, Pep?
- Waiter.
- I can understand that.
I think maybe she just crashed
out of a local funny farm.
Shana?
Shana, it's me, Miriam.
Shana, what did he do to you?
Oh, my God.
Oh, come on, come on, darling.
Come, come.
Come on, darling.
Come on, darling,
sit, sit, sit, sit.
I'll get water.
- I'm okay.
I just wanna be
alone and go to bed.
I'm okay.
- You're alright?
Look at ya.
You can hardly stand.
The furry voice.
- Just one more cold one.
- I know it's not much, but
I want to propose a toast.
To the prettiest cop I know,
Mr. Royster.
- Oh, no, I don't want any more.
- Are you sure you
won't have one more?
- I have had enough.
- Not even for Mr. Right?
- She's right, she's
absolutely right.
- Give mine to the piano player.
No, no, I gotta get her home.
- Are you sure, Chief?
- It's getting late.
It was great, thank you.
- We got a job to do
in the morning.
Now, darling, please,
if you're gonna be worried
about the baby being with me,
I'll be insulted, in fact.
Miriam, if he keeps crying...
- Darling, if he cries,
I will know what to do,
believe me, I have
been through this.
Now, you just get
here in the cab.
That's wonderful, darling.
Sit down, be very comfortable,
and careful, that's it.
St. Michael's, fast, go.
Shush, baby, momma's
gonna be alright.
- The doors are open, Crowley.
- Oh, so they are.
Anyway, this one
lady went to sleep
in this room full of turpentine
fumes and she never woke up.
She died.
- She died?
- Yeah, of internal combustion.
She blew up.
- I don't believe,
what are you having trouble?
- No, I got a new lock,
I'm openin' 'em up.
- Why'd you get a new lock?
You were just getting
good with the old one.
- Now.
- Now, what?
- Now, then.
Saved again, Crowley.
- Yeah, what is it?
- Billy, calm down,
it's not the duty officer.
- Miriam, how's my
favorite, dynamite lady?
- Oh, except for the
sinuses, fine, you?
- Oh, I'm great.
And Pepper?
- Pepper's great.
In fact, she's right here
in front of me, right now.
Oh, you on a job?
- Well, you might say that.
I'm workin' on it,
let's put it that way.
- Listen, Billy, I called because
there's some big trouble
with the neighbors next door.
If Saul, rest his
soul, was still alive,
he'd be over there
with his badge and gun
so fast they wouldn't
know from what.
Listen, I, I hope I'm
not disturbing you, huh?
- No, it's fine, Miriam.
What kind of trouble?
- It was my fault.
I was hasslin' my husband
about somethin' and he got upset,
and, and...
- He beat you up.
- He slapped me
a couple of times.
- Mrs. Fayette has
a slight concussion.
- Can slapping do that?
- I, he hit my head
when I tripped over
one of the baby's toys.
Uh, look, please
understand something.
I don't wanna press
charges, like you call it.
I just wanna get
back to my baby.
Dr. Harper, I gotta
get back home.
- Shana, that's exactly
what you said the last time,
and I don't wanna hear it again.
- I just look bad,
I'm really fine.
- Shana, you go with
the doctor, right now.
Dr. Mansfield, report to X-ray.
- Dr. Harper.
Weren't you a little
bit tough on her?
- Yeah, a lot tough
because sometimes, naively,
I even think it might penetrate.
Yeah, I know, I'm a doctor,
I shouldn't be smoking.
But when these things
happen, I just can't stand it.
- The other times that she
came in, was she this bad?
- Yeah, sometimes she's worse.
It's good to see the
police around for a change.
- Doctor, we can't come
around if nobody calls us.
- She didn't even
call us this time.
We're really here in
an unofficial capacity.
I don't have to tell ya,
Doctor, wife beating is still
one of the most unreported
crimes in the country.
- I know those statistics
and they sicken me.
You think I'm being tough,
let me show you something.
She came in just
a little while ago.
Her nose is broken in a little
argument with her husband
for the third time this year.
That's her husband down there.
Take a look at him.
An impeccably prestigious man
who drinks too much and
then goes for his wife's face.
But let's stay with the women.
Shana Fayette in there.
Are you going to do
something about her?
Is it just the same old story?
Is it really the old
joke with you people?
Do you still beat your wife?
- Yeah, well, don't you
guys have a box labeled
domestic squabbles where
you toss in a coupla dozen
of these things every
night and forget 'em?
- We run a police department,
Fayette, not a garbage dump.
- Did my wife send
you here to arrest me?
Yes or no.
- Nope.
- No, she didn't call any cops.
That means the old
lady next door, right?
Which doesn't mean a thing.
So why don't
you just trot along,
let me get back to work.
Or maybe you'd like to hang out
and I can put in a good
word with one of the girls.
- Lemme tell ya
somethin', Fayette.
I'll probably be seein' ya again
'cuz you're the kinda punk
who's either been in trouble
or you're gonna be.
- Hi, how're you feeling?
- Better, thanks.
- Good.
- Is that what you
waited to ask me
or am I gonna have
to tell ya again?
- I waited to see how you were,
and to drive you home.
- Well, I can take a cab.
- I can getcha there faster.
There's a little boy waiting
for you to come home
and hold him in your arms.
I can get you there
faster than any cab.
Okay, Shana?
Miriam tells me you
have a terrific little boy.
- Hm, yeah, he's that alright.
- What's his name?
- Paul, Paul Guy
Fayette the third.
We call him Paulie.
- I bet he brings you
a lotta happiness.
- His father adores him.
- How'd you meet?
- Well, it was a little
over three years ago
when I first came
out from Indiana.
I got this job as a waitress
and he was playin' a gig there.
Man, I'm tellin'
you it was fast.
In a few months,
we were married.
I couldn't hardly believe it.
There we were,
19 year old farm girl
and a confirmed
bachelor music man.
- I can just hear the violins.
- For a minute she even smiled.
- How did your meet go?
- Well, it went okay,
if you like creeps.
Pep, ya know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna have Joe and
Pete finish up the paperwork
on the Bryant case.
I'm gonna ask
Parks if he'll let me
follow-up on this guy.
- Yeah, but if the
wife doesn't file,
you'll have nothing
to follow-up on.
Besides, it would go
to Divisional detectives.
- Miriam's got very good
instincts about these things.
She's not a hysterical lady.
Can't explain it, it's justa,
I don't know.
Wife beaters just aren't
my favorite people.
I know one thing.
I don't like this guy.
- What are you doing still up?
- I couldn't really sleep.
I thought you might
like some breakfast.
- No.
I drove around for a while,
had some.
Oh, baby.
Why do you stay with me?
- I wouldn't be
anything without ya.
- I won't,
I want...
- So.
- I want you to know
something, Mrs. Stein.
- I've always believed
in education, what?
- I don't like what
you did last night.
Calling the police.
- And?
- And I want you to keep
your nose out of my business
and out of what
happens in my house.
My house, Mrs. Stein.
- That it?
- That's it.
- Well, I'm gonna
tell you something,
you good-for-nothing lowlife.
Don't you start with
me, now or ever.
Do ya hear?
And I'll tell ya something else.
If you start that crazy
business one more time,
I'll knock you
clean off your block.
- So what did he say?
- He left.
What did he say?
Miserable person.
- Listen, Miriam, you think
this guy could be into drugs?
- I saw enough in my
time when you and Saul
were on Ad-Narc.
I don't think the
guy is on any stuff.
But I know for a fact
that he doesn't drink,
can't, Shana told me.
- Here ya go.
- Oh, thanks, doll.
- Hope you don't mind the bag.
- Tea's tea.
- Did the girl ever
try to leave him?
- No.
She's crazy, mad
in love with him.
Go figure that.
But I will tell ya this much.
His own mother
begged her to leave him.
- When was that?
- Oh, it was about
four months ago.
She come on a visit.
Oh, a nice lady.
Real nice lady.
Emma's her name.
- What happened, Miriam?
- Oh, well, one night
there was this big fight.
Guess who?
And the next morning,
I'm out in the back
hanging up the clothes, ya know,
and she comes out
and gets in the car
and starts to say
goodbye to Shana.
Then I heard her ask
her, no, she begged.
She begged her to take the
baby and come away with her.
- But Shana said no?
- Yeah.
She said something
like, "A wife's place
"is with her husband."
You know, something like that.
- Where'd the mother
wanna take her, do ya know?
You have any idea?
- No.
No, I asked her once,
you know, small talk,
where do you live,
darling, that kind of thing.
But she avoided answering,
like it was a big mystery.
- She begged the
girl to leave with her.
- Yeah, pale as this cup.
Practically crying.
- No, I did not
receive any message.
Thank you very much.
What's up?
- Been here six years
and nobody knows I'm here.
- Well, somebody
knows you're here.
Desk Sergeant asked
me to drop this off for you.
A boy delivered it
about 10 minutes ago.
- Hey, easy.
- It's been sniffed and scanned.
It's fine.
- Thank you very much, Mary Lou.
- Dearest Peter, think
of me as you use this,
morning, noon and night,
or whenever.
I adore you,
Daphne.
- I believe that's mine.
Thank you kindly, Joe.
- I thought we were partners.
- Not in everything, my friend.
- Husky Musky.
- I think I used
to use that stuff.
- Hey, Pete, Joe.
Teletype Sacramento,
check out a Paul Fayette.
Profession musician, plays
guitar at Pinky Martinez's club,
the Country Rudy.
Home address 58 South Spring.
- That's next door to where
Saul Stein used to live.
- Yep.
- Is he the creep who...
- He's the creep.
Check it.
- You got it.
When Paul's mother left,
she was concerned about you.
About the baby, we know that.
Alright.
Emma asked me to come back
home with her for a little while.
But she didn't beg, she
just thought the change
might do us all some good.
Where's home, Shana?
- It was Fresno,
but she's moved since then, and
we don't have a
new address, yet.
- Shana, could
you sit for a minute?
- Sure.
- You're adorable,
you know that?
I say he's got your eyes.
- Well, he's got his
father's nose and jaw.
He's his Daddy's son.
- Shana...
- Look,
he's getting tired.
I think I...
- Shana.
I want very, very
much to help you.
I want you to believe that.
Things are very
heavy, right now,
between you and your husband,
and if they get outta hand,
I think you should know
that there are places
in this city, shelters, with
confidential addresses,
nobody would know where you are,
and they, they're
there for counseling,
they're there for
company, for safety.
Your safety, and your baby's.
I don't know if you realize that
men sometimes
transfer their aggressions
from their wives
right to their children.
- Sergeant Anderson, I
can take care of myself,
and I can take care of my baby.
And everything's gonna be
alright between Paul and me,
I know that.
I like you very much,
but, please, don't
come around anymore.
- Well, I pray that
I won't have to,
but just in case let
me give you my card.
I'll put my home number on it.
Please use it if you need it.
Here it is.
Fayette, Paul Guy.
- No police record.
Application for a liquor
license six years ago.
Background investigation
shows he had a card
with the musician's
union at that time
with an address at 201 Rand.
Played at a club, the Rondo,
for about a year.
Lived at the Rand street address
for the same period of time,
with his...
With his wife,
Elizabeth Fayette.
- So, there's her confirmed
bachelor music man.
Poor kids.
- 'Scuse us.
- Good afternoon.
If you'll both
fill out this form,
we'll have you on your
way together in a jiffy.
- We're not here to get married.
- Oh, well, I thought such
an attractive couple, like you...
- Actually, I keep proposing,
but she doesn't trust cops.
- Cops.
- We're here to check a license.
- Here it is.
They applied July 2nd, 1974.
- May we see that?
- Sure.
- Shana Ruth nee Madison,
never before married.
Fayette, Paul Guy,
never before married.
- Well, he wasn't.
- Then who is Elizabeth Fayette?
- I don't know.
Isn't this computer of yours
ever send you the
wrong information?
- Rarely.
- Well, this is one
of the rare times.
- If he had been married
before, he would have told you,
is that it?
- Of course he would.
And I'm tellin' you
Sergeant Anderson,
don't play games with
my life and my marriage.
Just, please, get outta here.
- We don't play games.
- Leave me alone.
Please, leave me alone.
Hello.
- Hello, Shana, it's Emma.
How are you, you alright?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Ya sure?
- Really, Emma, I'm just fine.
I just have a small headache.
Oh, I'm sorry.
How's little Paulie?
- He's fine, Emma.
- And, uh, my Paul?
- His stomach's
been acting up again
other than that, he's okay.
- Dear, listen.
Why don't I drive down again
and we'll pick up the baby
and go off together someplace.
- I love you, Emma,
but that's not gonna solve it.
In the long run, we
gotta solve it between us.
- I know, but I do
worry sometimes.
I wish there was
something I could do.
- Emma,
tell me somethin'.
Before Paul and I met - What?
- Did he, was he ever...
- What?
What is it?
- Just some crazy thoughts.
- My men have done
some more digging.
There's a little town
called Be-ay-yos,
it's about 60 miles
north of Bay Area here.
Be-ay-yos is the
name of the town where
Paul and Elizabeth Fayette moved
after they left San Francisco.
And where on 5 January,
1972, Fayette filed
a missing persons report
on his wife, desertion.
- And nobody's seen or
heard of her since, right?
- You got it.
I'm afraid that's about
all we can do for you
from up here.
- Okay, thanks
very much, Reichler.
We appreciate your help.
No bother, lots of luck.
- Thanks.
Okay, Pete, Joe, I want you
both in Be-ay-yos by morning.
- Parks gonna spring for this?
- You let me worry
about Parks, okay.
- Hasta luego.
- Y'all have fun.
- Gimme a call when
you're set to go, okay?
Got it, I will.
- Whatsa matter, you tired?
- Tired, frustrated and
no, thanks, the paint's dry.
- Whatsa matter?
- I'm scared for that girl.
- I wanna know about these
damn bills you been hidin'.
- I haven't been
hidin' any bills.
- There's over $200
worth a bills gone,
and I wanna know why.
- Because that hospital I
been goin' to costs money,
and those pills
they've been givin' me
they cost money.
And I had to buy Paulie a
new stroller 'cuz he ripped
the other one apart.
- Shut him up.
Shut him up.
I'm tellin' ya, shut him up.
Shut him up.
- Yes?
- Sergeant Anderson?
This is Shana.
You've gotta help me, please?
- What's happened?
- Well, somebody's gotta take us
to one of those, those places,
those shelters,
someplace, please?
- Where are you now?
- I don't know, a corner.
- Isn't there a street sign?
- Ardis and Longworth.
- I know where that is.
Now wait for me.
I'll be there in about
15 or 20 minutes.
Wait for me, Shana.
- Okay.
- Look, I don't mean to be rude,
but my husband's
on his way home.
I've gotta get this
stew on the stove.
- Oh, we definitely understand,
Mrs. Leonard, for sure.
We'll just ask a couple
more questions, then leave.
- Alright.
But I don't know what else
I'm gonna be able to tell you
about her the local
police haven't already.
- Well, they told us that
Elizabeth, her husband,
and his mother were living
together in a house near here.
That one day in 1972
your friend disappeared.
A week later, her husband
files a missing persons on her.
And a few days after that, both
he and his mother were gone.
- Mom, can I stop playing now?
- May I.
No.
- Mrs. Leonard, do you
know if Emma Fayette
went with her son or where?
- Look, I don't know
anything about either of them.
And I haven't heard from
Elizabeth since she left.
- Before she left, did she
try to get in touch with you?
Say she was going?
- No.
- When exactly did you
talk with her last or see her?
- About a week before.
At the hospital one morning.
Chaney Medical?
'Bout 20 miles from here.
Her husband had beaten
her the night before.
- Did she tell you this?
- She reported
it as an accident,
but she told me.
She called, asked me
to come pick her up.
I did.
Ah, she wasn't in
top physical condition.
She had a concussion
or a fracture.
I don't remember which.
That the same thing?
- No.
Well, where did you drive her?
- She wanted to go back home.
So that's where I drove her.
Now, I asked her, "Liz,
why do you keep asking
"for that kind of punishment
from that maniac?
"I mean, you're liable to end
up dead one of these days.
"Do you realize that?"
- What'd she say to that?
- What would anybody say?
If you can't make it work
with the guy you're in love with
how ya gonna make it work
with the rest of the world?
- Mom, I did it a hundred times.
- Make it a 150 and get it
done before Daddy gets home,
so he doesn't have
to listen to that.
- 150.
- Van Cliburn she'll never be.
- Getting back to this
disappearance, Mrs. Leonard,
do you think that
could be possible?
- What?
- Isn't it possible,
Mrs. Leonard,
that Elizabeth Fayette is dead?
- Now, look.
I don't even like to think
about things like that.
Now, I just don't.
And you can see how busy I am.
I don't have anything
else to tell you.
I mean facts.
I'm sorry.
- Louder, Pete.
Pete we got a bum connection.
The Chaney what?
- We're up at the County
Morgue in Chaney.
We've just checked
with the coroner
and gave him the description
of Elizabeth Fayette.
Age, weight, et cetera.
They've exhumed
a Jane Doe three,
looks like a possible match.
Found her skeleton
about a week ago,
150 miles west of
here by some hikers,
and she was never identified.
Ya know what I mean?
- Yeah, anything else?
- Yeah.
Joe went to the hospital
to pick up the X-ray
on the possible skull
fracture that the Fayette lady
received about a week
before she disappeared.
Now, the records on
the Jane Doe three lady
show that she had two fractures.
One more severe than the other.
Both which might have
been caused by the
fall in that ravine,
or might have been inflicted.
- Yeah, one of 'em might be a
week older than the other one.
- Right, so we'll just
have to wait and see.
- Well, wait it out
and see fast, Pete,
and then getcha
butt back down here.
Some woman named
Daphne phoned in,
no last name.
Said she wants ya to
meet her Saturday night
at the Holly Hotel,
Room 309, 10 o'clock.
This that famous
Madame X a yours?
- Ms. X, times are
changin', Mr. Crowley.
How 'bout Pepper, did
she come up with anything?
- I don't know yet.
She's out tossin'
her weight around.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Since you're a
Ginger Ale freak, too,
mind if I join you?
- Come on in.
- Thank you.
- How do you know I haven't
slipped any Absinthe in here?
- Absinthe?
That's...
- What makes the
heart grow fonder.
- Oh, that's bad.
Real bad.
Gorgeous guitar.
That's beautiful.
- Thanks.
My name's Paul.
What's yours?
- Mickey.
- You like it here.
- Oh, so far, so fair,
but I'm always
jittery on first nights,
so it'll be okay.
- You're doin' great.
- I see you're married,
and you have a
wife who checks in
about this time every night
to see if you're with a blonde.
- Well, I'm married, but she's
off on vacation with our kid.
- Doing something fascinating
like visiting your folks
or her folks?
- No, she's in San
Diego with friends.
- You're not from San Diego?
- No.
- I'd say more
like San Francisco.
- You're pretty good.
- I take after my mother.
Do you know what
my dad used to do?
He used to bring home
a whole bunch of guys
and say, "Okay, guys, talk,"
and Emma would figure
out where they were from
practically every time.
- Now that's funny.
- No, she really could.
- No, no, Emma,
that's my mother.
- Yours, too?
- Yeah.
That's my mother's name.
We have Ginger Ale, Emma,
we've got a lot in common.
Kind of makes us
compatible or somethin'.
- Yeah.
Now, if you tell me
she lives in Minneapolis
like my mother now,
I'm gonna freak out.
- No, not Minneapolis.
- Where?
- Oh, far north, God's country.
Ah, time.
- Well.
Hey, what'd you bring?
Midnight snacks?
- No, no, somethin' I
picked up on my way to work.
Antique shop, see?
- I love her.
That's what your
wife's gonna say.
- Huh uh, it's for my Emma.
See, when I was a kid,
she had one exactly like this.
One day my father broke
it, smashed her head.
Accidentally, but
Mom started cryin',
and I promised I'd get
her another one someday.
- You gonna try
to take it up to her?
- I can't get
away, I'll mail it,
if I can find a way to keep
her from gettin' broken again.
- You'll find a way.
Showtime.
- Elizabeth Fayette.
One skull fracture.
A week before she
was reported missing.
- Jane Doe three with an
exactly matching fracture.
- With this additional fracture.
- Gives me a headache
just lookin' at it.
So, the additional one's
more severe, right, Doc?
- Oh, yes, much more severe.
- So, do we move in on him now?
- There's no way.
We can't.
- He might a killed that woman.
- That's right, but we
got no case, Pepper.
You know that any smart
lawyer, all he's gonna do
is tell a jury that she
got that second fracture
when she took a
fall into a ravine.
We just got no case.
You better get back in there.
- We need the mother.
- I'll put that Joe
and Pete on it.
Body had been found in a ravine
by a party of hikers.
It was never identified
before it's burial.
Police are reportedly
checking into the whereabouts
of another woman who
may be an accessory
to the possible homicide.
The victim is
believed to have died
on or about January 1st, 1972,
the result of a brutal beating.
Meanwhile, police
are asking that if there's
any information
regarding the dead woman,
it be phoned into them
at this local number.
555-4321, I repeat, if
you have any information
regarding this
incident call 555.
- Dead?
- Yes.
We got the word
night before last.
The body was
positively identified.
- We put out a bulletin upstate
hoping your
mother-in-law'd contact us
as a possible
link to this thing.
She hasn't yet.
- Sergeant Crowley,
she's his mother.
- I know that, Shana.
- I mean you can't really expect
the woman to turn
in her own son.
- Shana, we're talking
about another woman here.
I'm talkin' about his first
wife whose dead body
was dumped in a
ravine four years ago.
- If you know where Emma
Fayette can be located,
you've got to tell us,
we need your help.
- I don't know where she is.
- Shana.
- Please believe that.
He told me once that he
didn't want me to have her
phone number, and he must
have told her the same thing
because she never gave it to me.
- Well, did you
ever ask her for it?
- Yes, once, when she phoned,
and she just
changed the subject.
I don't know where she is.
Yeah,
who is it?
- It's me, Mickey.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I know, correction, I
came to say goodbye.
- Goodbye?
You just got here.
Come on in.
Let me get us
somethin' to drink.
- Terrific, thanks.
- So you're splitting?
- Yeah, me and my twinkle toes.
Let's face it.
That club is the pits.
'Specially financially.
I can make nearly that
much at unemployment
without having to bust my fanny,
and I got an offer
for a better job, so,
I'm off.
- Off where?
- Portland.
Ya ever been there?
- Yeah, a couple of times.
City of Roses.
- City of a new disco.
A friend of mine
just opened one.
He wants me to
manage it for him.
It's a good deal, well,
it's worth a try at least.
Before I go, I
wanted to tell you,
that you are the
only decent person
I met at Pinky's place.
So, here.
I brought you a
present for your kid.
I forget whether you
said it was a boy or a girl.
- Boy.
- Brought a teddy bear.
It's nothing original, but I...
- He'll dig it.
You know somethin', Mickey?
I'm gonna miss you.
- That's nice to hear.
You are a decent guy.
Thank you.
- How 'bout that Ginger
Ale before you take off?
One for old times' sake.
- Perfect.
- Aw, looks like
we're all out of it.
- It really is beautiful.
It's gorgeous.
As long as you
haven't mailed it yet,
this is only about two miles
out of my way when I go north.
Paul, why don't you let me
drop it off at your mother's?
I'd love to see the
expression on her face
when she opens it.
- Yes.
Miss Emma Fayette?
- Mrs. Fayette, it's
for your son's good.
- It's hard for me to
believe that, Sergeant.
- Paul needs help.
He may have been responsible
for the death of one woman,
and he's certainly a
danger to his own family.
To Shana and to your grandson.
- I was asleep that night.
- In the house up in Be-ay-yos.
- Yes.
- What happened?
What happened?
- I heard some sounds
from the living room,
and I woke up.
- What kind of sounds?
- Someone screaming.
- Your daughter-in-law,
Elizabeth?
Was your son in the
room with her at the time?
- Yes.
- How do you know that?
- I, I got up to see
what was happening.
And Paul was...
- Was what?
Paul was what, Mrs. Fayette?
- He was beating her.
And I called out to him to stop
and he didn't seem to hear me,
and then suddenly
Elizabeth was on the floor.
She had fallen back and
hit her head against a table.
And she was lying
there unconscious.
- Unconscious?
Or dead, Mrs. Fayette?
- She was dead.
- Fayette, you wanna come
down from there, please.
I'd like to talk to you.
- What's goin' on, Mickey?
- I'm not Mickey.
I'm a police officer.
- That's right.
Hey, you wanna
step down, please?
- What?
My wife bring charges?
- No, we talked
with your mother.
You're under arrest for the
murder of Elizabeth Fayette.
So, would you step down, please?
Hold it.
Hold it, right there.
That's the end of the trip, pal.
- We've lived with this
for a long time, Paul.
I knew it had to
come out eventually.
- Ms. Fayette, if you
need us, we'll be outside.
- This,
this is a nightmare.
Just like all the
other nightmares.
Like when your
father used to beat me,
and you used to be standing
there, watching sometimes.
You do remember?
And I would think to myself,
"well, at least this
would teach my little boy
"never to do things like that
"to anyone he loves."
But I never talked
to you about it,
and maybe I should have.
I was so ashamed.
I wanted to keep
what was happening
from anyone finding out,
and I did a bad thing to you.
I'm so sorry.
That, that officer,
that lady officer, gave me
the little doll you got me.
- Hello, hello, hello.
Hello, my darlings,
hello, hello, hello.
How are you, sweetheart?
- Oh, oh, look at him.
Look at him, look
how big he's gotten.
- In a week, right?
- Yeah, you can grow in a week.
Oh, and Shana.
It's so good to
see you, darling.
It's good.
Alright, now, listen.
Come on, everybody,
let's go inside now, huh.
And then, Billy,
then you'll come
over to my house
and you'll bring over
the sandwiches I made?
- Sweetheart, I'm with you.
- I don't know if I
can go back in there.
- Well, it's your home, darling.
- It was.
- Look, Shana,
I've lost a husband
and you've lost
one in kind of a way,
but you know what I think?
God and time,
they both help heal
enough for us to carry on.
Ya know what I mean?
- Would you like us to
come in for just a little while?
Bill makes a
great pot of coffee.
- Would you like that?
- No, I think I have
to go in by myself,
and be alone with my son.
- Well, you've got Miriam
and you've got Bill and me,
so if you ever need us to
help you over the rough spots,
you call us, okay?
- Okay.
Thanks.
- Call us.
- Hello, Peter.
- Mary Lou?
- I happen to have
a middle name.
Daphne.
I've been waiting a
very long time for this.
- You have?
You certainly have a
remarkable way of getting dates.
You don't think I've
got too much of this
Husky Musky on, do you?
- You smell divine.
I can smell it in here.
- What's happening?
I make Commander or somethin'?
- Peter, Peter, don't
you remember the date?
Seven fun-filled
years with CCU, huh?
- Maybe you'd rather forget it?
Congratulations.
- Thank you, Pepper.
And you, "Peter, Peter,
I can't live without you.
"No matter..."
- Don't talk, you fool.
Come here.
- I'll take what's left.