The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 6 - In Case of Madness - full transcript
(theme music playing)
♪ There's a celebration ♪
♪ And it's takin' place in me ♪
♪ Hear my declarations ♪
♪ I challenge destiny ♪
♪ Gentle inspirations ♪
♪ I want no part of you ♪
♪ Give me revelations ♪
♪ Let me know what I must do ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ What I must do ♪
♪ To find the heart ♪
♪ That beats the drum ♪
♪ Inside of me ♪
♪ To be a part ♪
♪ Of what I feel ♪
♪ And yet can't see... ♪
- Honey, I have no time tonight.
- Mr. Breen, please.
- I promise.
- No time, I'm very busy.
- Charlie!
- I won't be any trouble, I promise.
- I swear on my mother.
- Honey, you parked by a hydrant.
- You're gonna get a ticket.
- I ju... I ju...
- I just want to talk to him.
- I haven't got any time.
- That's all.
- I haven't got any time.
- I just want to talk to him.
- Come on, Charlie.
I'm not gonna do anything,
I'm not gonna disrupt anything.
- I just want to talk to him, I...
- All right, all right.
(door closes and locks)
She's been there all night.
And in Denver and Los
Angeles and Chicago.
Charlie, I tell you, kids
like that are murder.
They're just... they're murder.
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ What I must do... ♪
Cut it.
Cut it off! Cut it off!
I said cut it, and I mean now!
Thank you, B.J.
Thank you, old buddy.
What's the matter?
You have to be
the most infantile,
- the stupidest, the most...
- What?
And what's the matter
with the rest of you guys?
You have to go along
with everything he does?
- You loused up my tape!
- Your tape?
Your tape?
This is my studio, my money.
What do you mean, your tape?
- Dave, the number works.
- And you stay out of this.
- It works.
- And you, you're fired.
You understand
that? You're fired.
Hey, Dave.
Now, just stay out of this.
- Just keep your mouth shut.
- The number works.
I'll tell you what works.
And it's not a lot
of junk like that.
It's what I tell you
to write and sing
and Vince to arrange and
the rest of them to play.
Now, you're not the Rainmakers.
I'm the Rainmakers... me.
You want to do some
hallelujah singing,
you go back to that two-bit
church I got you from.
B.J., no!
No! No!
B.J., no! No!
B.J.!
Okay. Very clever, B.J.
But it's not going to work.
You think, by acting crazy,
I'm going to break the contract
and let you sign
with Earl North.
Well, forget about
it, baby, because,
for the next three years,
you are my property.
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
Can you read my lips?
My property.
All of you.
Now, go on, get out of here.
Go on, pack up
and get out of here.
Can I talk to you for a second?
- Hi. Where's B.J.?
- Come over here for a second.
Well, where is he?
I'd like to talk to
you for a second.
B.J.'s upstairs putting
water on his face.
He's, uh... he
doesn't feel too good.
But listen, baby...
B.J. don't even
know you're alive.
But I do.
And if you come out to
the house, I can prove it.
No, I'm sorry. I got
to hang around here.
- I got to talk to B.J.
- Well, okay.
I'm a reasonable fella.
How about tomorrow?
- MAN: Get the keys!
- Maybe.
Get the keys yourself!
- All right.
- Maybe?
The keys to the
dinosaur, please.
You know the way.
There... you go on without me.
See you tomorrow night.
I'm going to walk it off.
Got the keys?
Let's go.
Let's get this show on the road.
Let's go!
♪♪
(music playing in distance)
♪ There's a celebration ♪
♪ And it's takin' place in me ♪
♪ Hear my declarations ♪
♪ I challenge destiny ♪
♪ Gentle inspirations ♪
♪ I want no part of you ♪
♪ Give me revelations ♪
♪ Let me know what I must do ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ What I must do. ♪
Now, you turned the body over
and the timing
clock stopped, right?
I had to see if he was
alive or dead, didn't I?
Take it easy, Moran.
We're just trying to get a
fix on when he was killed.
Let's see.
You found Breen at 7:25.
That's 6:22 on the clock.
Now, if he fell and
hit that timing switch
and started the clock,
that makes his
death at, uh, 1:03.
Who else was in
the building then?
Everybody signed out except B.J.
B.J.?
B.J. Palmer.
He's like a... like,
the star, you know.
Anybody else?
Well, Mr. Breen, of course.
B.J. could have left without
signing your book, couldn't he?
No way.
I never left the front door.
Are you saying this building
has no other side exits?
Well, sure, it has... side door.
Well, then, he could have left
without you knowing it, right?
All right. Did you find
that address for me?
Oh. Yes, sir, I copied it down.
Towne House up on Market.
Towne House.
Thanks a lot.
Something bothering you?
I know him from
somewhere, but I can't place it.
(Robbins sighs)
We got to go talk
to B.J. Palmer now?
No, let's swing
over to the lab first.
I want to find out
if that microphone
was the murder weapon
and whose prints are on it.
♪♪
♪♪
Mike.
His guitar and
clothes are still here.
Uh-huh.
You don't know when
he's coming back?
Mr. Palmer? You can
never tell about him.
He comes and goes... all hours.
All right. I want to
leave a message for him.
Make sure that he gets it.
- Make sure, now.
- Yes, sir.
B.J.: D-Dr. Morely,
what's wrong with me?
B.J., I can't give you a
simple answer to that.
Why not?
After all the tests
you've taken,
you should know by now.
Well, we can't rule out the
possibility of a brain tumor.
However, I still need
information about your family.
You said your parents
were both dead.
Did you ever find your
father's death certificate?
Not yet.
It wasn't in my mom's stuff.
I asked somebody to
check the records downtown.
How did his father die?
What has that got to do with me?
B.J., I have to investigate
the possibility of
genetic deficiency.
(chuckles)
Insanity?
A layman's word.
That's the only kind
of word I understand.
Well, if you find
out that something's
been passed on from my father,
then you'll know
how to cure it, right?
I never said that.
Hereditary degeneration
is too complex an area
to play guessing games.
So you're saying
that if it is hereditary,
there is no cure?
Why don't we wait for
the final test results?
And meanwhile, you
find out what you can
about the cause of
your father's death.
Yeah.
Sure, I'll do that.
Want me to go down
and stake him out?
STONE: No, no, no.
Yes, come in.
Hello. I'm, uh, Lois Flynn.
- Did you want to see me?
- Oh, yes.
Yes, we did. Thank
you for coming.
- Sit down.
- Oh, thank you.
You're a member of
that, uh, group, uh...
- The Rainmakers.
- The Rainmakers.
What do you do with
the group? You play?
(chuckles) No.
I do everything but play.
I keep their books for them
and check on their
gigs... The concerts...
Make sure they have
the right plane tickets
to the right cities.
It's the combination
road manager/den mother.
Well, den mother,
where is B.J. Palmer?
I don't know.
I checked his hotel.
I couldn't reach him there.
We've been checking all
morning and couldn't reach him.
I'm sorry. I'll keep trying.
You and the others
live in a house
over on, uh, Brearly?
The zoo, you mean.
No, it's a... it's a
big empty mansion.
The kids pooled
their money to buy it.
It's a front for when
and if they make it big.
(laughs)
B.J. is married, has one child?
Yes... Ricky.
And he and Donna are separated.
But he doesn't live
with the rest of you?
No. No.
By mutual consent.
B.J.'s a loner.
Most of the guys who are
lead singers for rock groups are.
Well, compared to
that whacked-out group,
I guess you would
say he was square.
That's not a putdown?
Not in my books.
How about the other
members of the group?
Did they get my message?
Well, musicians
being what they are,
they didn't want
to get sidetracked.
They're right in the
middle of a rehearsal.
Well, we're right in the middle
of a murder investigation.
(sighs)
I tell you what, why don't
you come along with us.
Come on. Dan.
Thank you.
(music playing in distance)
(music playing loudly)
Okay, hold it!
Hold it!
(shouting)
(music stops)
- Hey.
- What's that?
Hey, man, you just pulled the
plug on our life-support system.
- Hey, listen...
- What is this?
Hey! Listen.
This is Lieutenant
Stone, Inspector Robbins.
Little Joe, Vince, Jimmy, Gare.
(drumroll)
- That's us.
- How do you do?
You were all supposed to come
down to headquarters today.
You didn't show.
So I decided to...
- Come here!
- Hey, welcome back.
What took you so long?
Hey, Sheryl, say
hello to the cops.
Cops, say hello to Sheryl.
Come on, honey, show
them your tricks, huh?
- (playing drum
riffs) Sit up. Beg.
Roll over.
Knock it off!
Now, this is not a joke,
it's a murder investigation!
You think it's not a joke
when The Man questions us?
I play guitar, man.
Killing people's not
my kind of number.
Who's number was it?
Well... You know, Little Joe,
you got a big mouth.
Go on. Keep talking.
Aw, it was just that
Dave wanted us
to stick to hard
rock, but B.J...
He wanted to do things with
a little soul, you know, man?
Yeah, and B.J.'s right, too.
I mean, I could've smashed
Breen the other night myself.
B.J. had a fight?
No, it was a professional
disagreement.
Well, you don't kill
somebody over a few songs.
Wait a minute.
You guys... you guys
think one of us did it?
No, we think somebody was
waiting for him
in that building.
The security guard said
nobody showed up after 11:00.
You can't be serious.
Was the security guard present
when each of you signed out?
Yeah.
Did any one of you
go back to the studio?
We were here, man.
Anybody see Palmer leave?
How about it, kid?
Come on.
Hey, come on, come on.
He wants to know when B.J. left.
- Um...
- You see him?
Um, well, I waited
around for a little while,
and then I figured he must have
slipped past me, so I went home.
Okay.
So, we're all in the clear.
(scatting)
What's your name?
Gare.
Gare Jordan.
Well, Mr. Jordan,
do you have any idea
when Mr. Breen was killed?
No. No, sir.
So what makes you think
that anybody's in
the clear right now?
(sighs)
B.J.
I'm sorry it took so long.
The police were over.
You know they want to see you?
Yeah, I got their message.
Did you find out
about my father?
What did it say on
the death certificate?
There was no death certificate.
Your father's still alive.
I don't understand.
My mother said...
said that he died.
She told me... Why would she...?
I know.
I know why she told you that.
He's very, very ill.
You've seen him.
Where is he?
He's here, in the city.
It's not very far.
Take me there.
Dad.
He won't know you.
The doctor says he hasn't
known anyone in over 20 years.
Palmer didn't show
up here at noon.
No one's seen him at
that nuthouse of theirs,
and now you're telling me
he's not in his hotel room.
Well, I'm gonna
tell you, he skipped.
Mike, if he skipped,
would he leave his clothes,
his guitar, everything?
He might.
You find out what
kind of a car he's driving
and then put out an APB.
(gasps)
Oh, B.J.
I didn't hear you come in.
Sorry I frightened you.
I used my key out of habit.
I guess I should ring first.
(sighs)
How is he?
He's happy and
healthy, like always.
Listen, um...
Ricky will be home in a minute.
Maybe you better leave.
Please go. It'll
just mix him up.
Every time you come here,
he thinks you're going to stay.
I wish I could.
You made your choice.
I know.
I know how much
you hated traveling.
You were right about Rick.
It's better for him to have
one home, one school.
But I had to get
started, no matter what.
Honey, things are
really beginning...
Things are beginning
to pay off now.
There's this guy, Earl North,
and he's been after me to sign.
And he says if we do an album,
it's gonna make more
money than you ever heard of.
Enough to take care of you
and Rick for the rest of your lives.
B.J., you still
don't understand.
I don't care about the money.
Well, I-I just wanted
you to know...
Uh, no matter what
happened... B.J.?
B.J.?
I'm all right, I-I
just got to go.
B.J.?
Fool with plants a lot?
Yeah.
Whenever I get a chance.
Still looking for B.J.?
Yeah.
Have you seen him?
No, and I don't want
to see him, either.
He's, uh, he's crazy.
Hey, uh, fellas, this
ain't grass, right?
(chuckles)
I know it's not, yeah.
What do you mean, crazy?
Well, crazy, like, uh, you know,
I was just over to
the Breen house, uh,
and he calls up to
offer condolences.
So I pick up the phone,
and he starts crying.
And I say, "What's wrong?"
Well, he slams the
phone right in my ear.
I mean, he's really out
of control, you know?
Like the argument he
had with Mr. Breen?
Right, right.
It's like, uh, you know,
it's like you push a
button and he goes whang!
I mean, he smashes Jimmy's
guitar over some silly goof-up.
Slam his fist right through
a screen at the studio.
And then he doesn't
remember what he's done.
I mean, he's crazy.
Ask Lois.
We will. Thanks.
By the way, you're
making a mistake.
That's a shade azalea.
You've got it in the sun.
Well, thanks.
That's right.
Yes. Fine.
I'll tell them. Thanks. Bye-bye.
Was that B.J. on the phone?
No, it, uh, it was the union.
I was filling them
in on the funeral.
I know it's old-fashioned,
but I insisted that we all
go to the funeral parlor.
Miss Flynn, there's
an APB out for B.J.
It'd be easier if you
told us where he is.
I don't know where he is.
All right, I've talked to him a
couple of times on the phone.
He's having some problems.
What kind of problems?
ROBBINS: Was he
into drugs or something?
No.
STONE: Gambling?
No.
Then what?
Money problems.
Medical bills, from
all over the country.
Morely. Dr. Kevin Morely.
Yes, I saw B.J. this morning.
Doctor, we know that your
specialty is neurosurgery.
And we know that Palmer
had blackouts, violent outbursts.
Is he having a mental breakdown?
Is B.J. under arrest?
No.
Well, then I have an obligation
to my patient
of confidentiality.
Doctor, is B.J.
capable of killing?
No one can answer that question.
Maybe he's answered
that question for us.
Vince!
You lied.
You didn't leave the building
when you told
the police you did.
Listen, sweetheart, let
me talk to you for a second.
You see, I know what
you're trying to do.
I also know that you would
like to pin this
murder on anybody.
But lay off me.
You got that?
(phone ringing)
LOIS: Come on!
Hey, hands washed, nails
scrubbed, shoes clean.
Do I pass, Warden?
Very funny. In the van.
Wait a minute, you guys!
Hold it there. Listen.
We just got a phone
call from Mr. North office,
and he wants all of us to
know that he just signed B.J.
for a big fat contract
and he set up
a recording session for tonight.
So let's get back in there
and rehearse, come on.
Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute!
In the van. Come on.
Keep going. Come on.
I'll get back to him later.
Come on, Vince,
put your coat on.
Go on to your car.
Lois... Oh, Sheryl,
honey, later.
We're late, okay?
Now they're gonna be
sure B.J. killed Mr. Breen
just so he could sign
with Mr. North, aren't they?
Sheryl, that's ridiculous.
I know who was in
the building and when.
Vince lied about when he left.
Listen, Sheryl,
we don't want to get
Vince in trouble for nothing.
Now, don't do anything
till I talk to you later, okay?
I won't call the police.
I'm gonna find
B.J. and tell him.
Taxi!
♪♪
(tires screeching)
(screams)
((tires screeching)
(screaming)
(tsks)
(indistinct radio transmissions)
Are you the garage attendant?
Yeah.
You didn't see anyone?
No, sir. I heard screaming
and I came running.
The car was just
like this, and...
and she was there.
It's-it's awful. I
still feel a little sick.
Do you know whose car this is?
Belongs to Carmella.
She's a switchboard operator.
Does she always
leave her key in the car?
Yeah, we ask all the staff
to leave their key in the car.
That way we can jockey
the cars around if we want to.
How many other people
know the keys are left behind?
Well, I guess all
the regular, uh...
Well, excuse me, I
don't feel too good.
- Regular who?
- ROBBINS: Right.
All the permanent Vista guests
and all their-their
regular visitors.
They would know.
- Is it okay if I...?
- ROBBINS: Mike. It's Tanner.
He spotted B.J. down
at the funeral home.
STONE: Tell him
we're on our way.
- Thanks a lot.
- We're on our way.
(organ plays somber melody)
(whispers): What's the matter?
(whispers indistinctly)
(B.J. sighs)
(whispers): Where were
you between 5:00 and 6:00?
Sheryl was killed?
Are you sure it
wasn't an accident?
We're sure.
Why would anyone
want to kill that poor kid?
That's the second question.
Would you mind
answering the first one?
Where was I between
5:00 and 6:00?
That's right.
(sighs)
You mean, I'm a suspect.
Just answer the question.
(sighs)
Well, between 5:00 and
6:00, I-I was at my doctor's.
Dr. Morely?
Yeah.
Well, you can verify it.
His-his number is...
We have the
number... I'll check it.
(organ continues playing)
Come here.
Where were you all day?
Just around.
Uh, I had a lot of things to do
because of what
happened to Dave.
Things more important
than answering our call?
We left messages all over town.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Yesterday you were the only one
who left that recording
building without signing out.
Why?
I don't know.
I... I guess I just forgot.
How could you
leave that building
without seeing
the security guard?
I-I don't know.
What time did you leave?
I don't know.
You don't know or
you don't remember?
Or is it that you just
don't want to tell us?
Now, look, I-I just
don't remember.
It was a rough night.
I wasn't feeling very well.
It must have been a rough night.
He was at the doctor's.
Wanted some pills.
Yeah. I have a recor...
heavy recording date tonight
and I wanted something
to help keep me going.
All right?
Are you finished with me?
All right, yes, yes,
yes, yes, we're finished.
Go ahead.
Mike...
Granted he's off the hook
for the murder of the girl,
but he still could
have killed Breen.
Yeah. We never had a better
suspect and less to book him on.
Come on, Dan.
Palmer's off the
hook for one murder,
so what does that mean?
That we're looking for
two unrelated killings?
I don't think so.
I think they're related and
we'd better find the connection.
Listen, Tanner,
didn't you tell me that
in all this group, Palmer was
the last one who came in here?
Right. First the hyped-up
van with the three guys.
Then the Flynn girl in the cab.
Then the one that drives
the two-seater, uh...
- Vince Perez.
- Yeah.
Then Palmer.
Hmm. Okay.
I want you to check out
all the routes they took.
What streets, how
much time it took them
to get here,
everything. The works.
The point is that all of
them, every one of them,
could have stopped by
B.J.'s hotel on the way.
And killed the girl.
That's right.
And tomorrow, you and I
are going to talk to that, um,
what's-his-name,
the security guard.
- Moran.
- Moran.
Yeah, but what could he tell us?
I don't know.
But we're going to
start at the beginning
and we're gonna
dig until we find out.
- (drums playing)
- Lois.
- How are you?
- Oh.
Hey, fellas, hold
it for a second.
I want you to meet Mr. North.
Fellas. How are you?
Uh, Mr. North, I-I think
it might be a good idea
if you told us where we stand.
Now, you had a contract with
Mr. Breen to make an album.
I bought that contract
from his estate.
We record tonight.
But which album?
I mean, the one
we've been working on
or the one B.J. wants us to cut?
My album.
Hey, B.J.
Where are the charts?
No charts.
We'll be here all night. I
mean, what are we gonna play?
So we'll be here all night.
We'll work on the melody
line and then we'll go for it live.
- (beats drum)
- Dynamite.
(all laughing, chattering)
(upbeat rhythm plays)
♪ Don't like women who say no ♪
♪ Don't like women who say ♪
♪ Don't like women who say no ♪
♪ Don't like women who say ♪
- ♪ I can't understand ♪
- ♪ Ahh ♪
♪ A woman that
don't want a man ♪
♪ No, I don't like
women who say no ♪
♪♪
♪ Don't like women
who are all show ♪
♪ Don't like women... ♪
(mellow rhythm plays)
♪ Open up your heart ♪
♪ To the music playing there ♪
♪ If you learn your part ♪
♪ You will hear it everywhere ♪
♪ Listen with your heart ♪
♪ To the music calling you ♪
♪ Listen till it starts ♪
♪ And that's all
you'll have to do ♪
♪ You can be the
light of the world ♪
♪ You can be the light ♪
♪ Of the world... ♪
(upbeat rhythm playing)
♪ Wounded lovers
could never discover ♪
♪ What went wrong ♪
♪ Ah, till it's too late ♪
♪ And when they wake
up, the feeling's gone ♪
♪ Yes, it is ♪
♪ 'Cause just like you and me ♪
♪ We believe that there
could never be a time like this ♪
♪ Ah, but where are
those good times ♪
♪ The automatic
sunshine, lover's bliss? ♪
♪♪
♪ Man, don't you remember ♪
♪ The laughter ♪
♪ Whoo ♪
♪ When Samson left Delilah ♪
♪ She said your funeral
pyre will light my heart ♪
♪ Yeah, but she knew
that she was wrong ♪
♪ But she was
never really strong ♪
♪ Right from the start, no ♪
♪ Mm ♪
♪ And so it's my opinion ♪
♪ Inside of love's dominion ♪
♪ No one knows ♪
- No, they don't.
- ♪ Just where it's gonna come from ♪
♪ And what it's gonna
do or where it goes... ♪
(piano plays upbeat tune)
♪ It's in our hearts to find ♪
♪ That place of
love that's divine ♪
♪ It's not too late ♪
♪ Let the plan
unwind, it's not too... ♪
(music stops)
Are you all right?
We've been here all night.
I'm tired, I guess.
Let's take it back.
NORTH (over intercom):
You all right, B.J.?
I just forgot the damn words.
Look, we'll save it, okay?
We'll take it back
from the bridge.
Save the first part.
Okay, here we go. Count off.
- (snapping fingers) -One,
two, one, two, three, four.
ROBBINS: Moran was
fired for boozin' last night.
The booze.
That's right.
Last year, I answered a
2-11 down at the Wharf.
Moran was working as
a guard at a junk shop.
He got sloshed and let a heist
be pulled right under his nose.
I remember answering the call.
STONE: Come on.
STONE: Say, Moran.
Listen...
were you boozing the
night Mr. Breen was killed?
Were you drunk?
They didn't have
no right to can me.
But I guess it don't matter now.
It does matter now.
Because if you were drunk,
you couldn't have known
who signed out when.
I knew. I signed out
those three creeps
and that-that Lois
myself. I swear I did.
Wait a minute. What
about Vince Perez?
Did you sign him out?
Look, I wasn't feelin'
so good, you know?
You left the book
to get a drink, right?
It was before Perez signed out.
I guess so.
Don't guess.
What the hell's the big deal?
I wasn't gone more
than 20 minutes.
Half hour maybe.
20 minutes or a half hour?
That means Perez could
have been in that building
as late as 1:15.
Come on.
Breen was killed at 1:03.
♪ And... in time ♪
♪ If we try ♪
♪ We could take ♪
♪ The world so high ♪
♪ So high ♪
♪ It's the laughing ♪
♪ Not the hating ♪
♪ And only time will tell ♪
♪ So if love knows ♪
♪ It will show. ♪
(song ends)
That's it.
Mr. B.J.
(whoops)
- You guys hear that?
- What sound.
Was that us?
I mean, was that us?
I don't know.
I guess so, man.
That was Mr. B.J. Palmer.
(chuckles)
That is, bar none, the finest
album I have ever made.
Thanks.
Hey, we got to celebrate.
- All right.
- We got to get... Okay.
Little Joe...
Solid, man.
(laughter)
Hey, uh, incredible.
- Thanks.
- Incredible.
Thanks.
Jimmy, ah.
(laughter)
Crazy.
That's cold.
(sighs)
I couldn't have
done it without you.
You know that.
Run that by me again.
The security guard wasn't in
the lobby when you signed out.
Why did you lie?
Look, we all know that
Charlie hit the sauce, huh?
But he did his job.
Now, why get the guy fired?
No one can vouch
for when you left, right?
It had to be before 1:00.
I headed for the Haymarket,
I sat in and I play,
and then I left.
Wait-wait a minute.
Answer something
else for me, will you?
Yesterday, did you go
directly from your house
to the funeral parlor?
No, I, uh... On the
way over there, I, uh,
I stopped to see
a girl that I know.
Then she can vouch for you.
No.
She wasn't home.
Look, that don't
make me a murderer.
No, that doesn't
make you a murderer.
A murderer needs a good motive.
Like the contract North tells me
you signed with
him this morning.
Gives you a group of
your own, doesn't it?
(weakly): Donna... it's done.
The album's done.
Finished.
I just... want you to know
it's yours and Rick's.
Everything's finished.
You'll never have to...
You'll...
B.J.? B.J.?
STONE: Palmer!
(knocking on door)
Palmer!
(weakly): I saw...
I saw... blood.
Dave.
My clothes.
Dave.
I killed him.
Must have.
Dave.
I killed him.
Must have.
You can go in now, Mrs. Palmer.
He's okay, isn't he?
Yes. He's off the hook.
B.J. confessed.
Hmm.
Any word on Vince's story?
Yeah, his alibi checks.
Four guys in the band
at the Haymarket confirm
Vince got there a couple
of minutes before 1:00.
Said he played
for about an hour.
Well, how could they know
what time he got there?
Take a break at five to 1:00.
That's when he walked in.
All right.
So Vince is off the hook
for the murder of Breen.
So now we concentrate on Sheryl.
Yeah, if you believe
Palmer's confession.
You don't?
Two murders in the same
group by two separate people?
Never.
Yeah, but B.J.
said he killed Breen.
He thinks.
He thinks, he's not sure.
He thinks he's killed him.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
You.
What?
It was something you said.
What are you talking about?
Remember the first time we
went to see the Rainmakers?
Yeah.
And we were concentrating on
when they left the
recording studio?
And then you said,
"Did any of you return
to that building later?"
Yeah, but they all said no.
Let's take it one more step.
Suppose somebody did
go back into that building.
Sheryl could have seen
who that somebody was.
That's why she was killed.
Both murders by the same person.
Yeah, that's the theory.
Now the problem is...
Who is that somebody?
- Ah.
- Hey, Mike.
- Yes?
- Got something.
This is a breakdown on when
people got to the funeral home
and how they got there.
How's that grab you?
It certainly does grab me.
(chuckles)
You have the phone
number on that house?
♪ Let me know
what I must do, ah ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ What I must do ♪
(music stops)
Hello?
Miss Flynn, Lieutenant Stone.
I'd like you to come down to
Franklin Hospital immediately.
What?
Mr. Palmer tried
to kill himself.
No.
We got there just in time,
and, um, well, he's going
to need an awful lot of help,
a lawyer.
But a lawyer at the hospital?
Well, his suicide attempt
could amount to a confession.
You'd better hurry.
I'll call a lawyer right away.
It is all right to talk to him?
Sure it is.
No, I mean before
his lawyer gets here.
Well, you might
even be helping us.
You go ahead.
I'll wait here for the lawyer.
All right.
Do I have to watch
you every minute?
(sniffles)
(weakly): You're the
mommy, aren't you?
Sure.
Lois...
I blew it.
No.
No, you're going
to be fine, B.J.
You're going to be just fine.
Dave... Dave was wrong.
You were right.
I... I killed him.
No, B.J.
No, you didn't kill him.
I saw him... I
s-saw him... I-lying.
Shh.
Do what you've always done.
Leave this to mommy.
(sighs weakly)
Lieutenant, you
can't believe him.
Well, he says he did it.
Well, he shouldn't
be saying anything
until he talks to his lawyer.
- Now, I'm going to go...
- Oh, Miss Flynn.
Give us a minute to confirm
some details, will you, please?
All right.
Dan.
Miss Flynn, uh, you
were the last one to arrive
at the funeral home,
isn't that correct?
No, I think Vince
arrived there after I did.
That's right. That's right.
Here it is. Uh, you came by cab.
Yes.
Cab from B.J.'s hotel.
Yes.
In fact, the record shows
you took a cab from your house
to B.J.'s hotel, arriving
there at approximately 5:40,
and you took another cab
from the hotel at approximately
five to 6:00, arriving at the
funeral home ten minutes later.
Yeah, I thought I-I could stop
by B.J.'s hotel and pick him up
and we could go to the
funeral parlor together.
Then I'm sure someone
at the hotel lobby would
remember seeing you.
Maybe if we go to
the hotel together...
No.
Miss Flynn...
you have a right
to remain silent.
I don't have any rights.
You have a right to counsel.
I don't have anything left.
(sobs softly)
I just can't let B.J. go
on thinking that he did it.
Why?
Because I love him.
He never knew.
I couldn't tell him
because of Donna.
But I could be near him,
and that was enough.
And then Dave was going to
take that away from me, too.
After four years, he
was going to fire me.
B.J. was my whole life.
I couldn't live without him.
So I went to the studio,
and I did what I had to do.
Was B.J. there?
No.
He-he must have come
in a few minutes later.
I don't know. I panicked.
(sobbing)
Miss Flynn, wait
for your lawyer.
(continues sobbing)
Do you know what
worries me the most?
What are the
audiences going to think
when I start making appearances?
Did you ever see a
bald-headed rock star?
Maybe you can start a new trend.
Melonhead and the Rainmakers.
(laughs)
Listen, anybody who's
had a tumor removed
and ends up as
healthy as you are...
My friend, you've got
nothing to worry about.
Oh, the doctor said just a few
minutes, so come on, let's go.
Oh, look, uh, before you
go, I got something for you.
Oh, yes.
Only four weeks on the
charts, and it's 16 with a bullet.
What's that?
(laughs)
Don't mind him.
A bullet.
That's a mark that
says a record's hot.
Oh.
It's still headed up.
By the time I get
out of the hospital,
maybe it'll be on
the top of the charts.
Listen, you get yourself
well and out of here.
That's the important thing.
I will.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
Bye-bye.
A bullet, huh?
You know, I think this
is more your speed.
I'm more for the classics.
- The classics?
- Yeah, classics.
♪ There's a celebration ♪
♪ And it's takin' place in me ♪
♪ Hear my declarations ♪
♪ I challenge destiny ♪
♪ Gentle inspirations ♪
♪ I want no part of you ♪
♪ Give me revelations ♪
♪ Let me know what I must do ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ What I must do ♪
♪ To find the heart ♪
♪ That beats the drum ♪
♪ Inside of me ♪
♪ To be a part ♪
♪ Of what I feel ♪
♪ And yet can't see... ♪
- Honey, I have no time tonight.
- Mr. Breen, please.
- I promise.
- No time, I'm very busy.
- Charlie!
- I won't be any trouble, I promise.
- I swear on my mother.
- Honey, you parked by a hydrant.
- You're gonna get a ticket.
- I ju... I ju...
- I just want to talk to him.
- I haven't got any time.
- That's all.
- I haven't got any time.
- I just want to talk to him.
- Come on, Charlie.
I'm not gonna do anything,
I'm not gonna disrupt anything.
- I just want to talk to him, I...
- All right, all right.
(door closes and locks)
She's been there all night.
And in Denver and Los
Angeles and Chicago.
Charlie, I tell you, kids
like that are murder.
They're just... they're murder.
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ What I must do... ♪
Cut it.
Cut it off! Cut it off!
I said cut it, and I mean now!
Thank you, B.J.
Thank you, old buddy.
What's the matter?
You have to be
the most infantile,
- the stupidest, the most...
- What?
And what's the matter
with the rest of you guys?
You have to go along
with everything he does?
- You loused up my tape!
- Your tape?
Your tape?
This is my studio, my money.
What do you mean, your tape?
- Dave, the number works.
- And you stay out of this.
- It works.
- And you, you're fired.
You understand
that? You're fired.
Hey, Dave.
Now, just stay out of this.
- Just keep your mouth shut.
- The number works.
I'll tell you what works.
And it's not a lot
of junk like that.
It's what I tell you
to write and sing
and Vince to arrange and
the rest of them to play.
Now, you're not the Rainmakers.
I'm the Rainmakers... me.
You want to do some
hallelujah singing,
you go back to that two-bit
church I got you from.
B.J., no!
No! No!
B.J., no! No!
B.J.!
Okay. Very clever, B.J.
But it's not going to work.
You think, by acting crazy,
I'm going to break the contract
and let you sign
with Earl North.
Well, forget about
it, baby, because,
for the next three years,
you are my property.
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
Can you read my lips?
My property.
All of you.
Now, go on, get out of here.
Go on, pack up
and get out of here.
Can I talk to you for a second?
- Hi. Where's B.J.?
- Come over here for a second.
Well, where is he?
I'd like to talk to
you for a second.
B.J.'s upstairs putting
water on his face.
He's, uh... he
doesn't feel too good.
But listen, baby...
B.J. don't even
know you're alive.
But I do.
And if you come out to
the house, I can prove it.
No, I'm sorry. I got
to hang around here.
- I got to talk to B.J.
- Well, okay.
I'm a reasonable fella.
How about tomorrow?
- MAN: Get the keys!
- Maybe.
Get the keys yourself!
- All right.
- Maybe?
The keys to the
dinosaur, please.
You know the way.
There... you go on without me.
See you tomorrow night.
I'm going to walk it off.
Got the keys?
Let's go.
Let's get this show on the road.
Let's go!
♪♪
(music playing in distance)
♪ There's a celebration ♪
♪ And it's takin' place in me ♪
♪ Hear my declarations ♪
♪ I challenge destiny ♪
♪ Gentle inspirations ♪
♪ I want no part of you ♪
♪ Give me revelations ♪
♪ Let me know what I must do ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ What I must do. ♪
Now, you turned the body over
and the timing
clock stopped, right?
I had to see if he was
alive or dead, didn't I?
Take it easy, Moran.
We're just trying to get a
fix on when he was killed.
Let's see.
You found Breen at 7:25.
That's 6:22 on the clock.
Now, if he fell and
hit that timing switch
and started the clock,
that makes his
death at, uh, 1:03.
Who else was in
the building then?
Everybody signed out except B.J.
B.J.?
B.J. Palmer.
He's like a... like,
the star, you know.
Anybody else?
Well, Mr. Breen, of course.
B.J. could have left without
signing your book, couldn't he?
No way.
I never left the front door.
Are you saying this building
has no other side exits?
Well, sure, it has... side door.
Well, then, he could have left
without you knowing it, right?
All right. Did you find
that address for me?
Oh. Yes, sir, I copied it down.
Towne House up on Market.
Towne House.
Thanks a lot.
Something bothering you?
I know him from
somewhere, but I can't place it.
(Robbins sighs)
We got to go talk
to B.J. Palmer now?
No, let's swing
over to the lab first.
I want to find out
if that microphone
was the murder weapon
and whose prints are on it.
♪♪
♪♪
Mike.
His guitar and
clothes are still here.
Uh-huh.
You don't know when
he's coming back?
Mr. Palmer? You can
never tell about him.
He comes and goes... all hours.
All right. I want to
leave a message for him.
Make sure that he gets it.
- Make sure, now.
- Yes, sir.
B.J.: D-Dr. Morely,
what's wrong with me?
B.J., I can't give you a
simple answer to that.
Why not?
After all the tests
you've taken,
you should know by now.
Well, we can't rule out the
possibility of a brain tumor.
However, I still need
information about your family.
You said your parents
were both dead.
Did you ever find your
father's death certificate?
Not yet.
It wasn't in my mom's stuff.
I asked somebody to
check the records downtown.
How did his father die?
What has that got to do with me?
B.J., I have to investigate
the possibility of
genetic deficiency.
(chuckles)
Insanity?
A layman's word.
That's the only kind
of word I understand.
Well, if you find
out that something's
been passed on from my father,
then you'll know
how to cure it, right?
I never said that.
Hereditary degeneration
is too complex an area
to play guessing games.
So you're saying
that if it is hereditary,
there is no cure?
Why don't we wait for
the final test results?
And meanwhile, you
find out what you can
about the cause of
your father's death.
Yeah.
Sure, I'll do that.
Want me to go down
and stake him out?
STONE: No, no, no.
Yes, come in.
Hello. I'm, uh, Lois Flynn.
- Did you want to see me?
- Oh, yes.
Yes, we did. Thank
you for coming.
- Sit down.
- Oh, thank you.
You're a member of
that, uh, group, uh...
- The Rainmakers.
- The Rainmakers.
What do you do with
the group? You play?
(chuckles) No.
I do everything but play.
I keep their books for them
and check on their
gigs... The concerts...
Make sure they have
the right plane tickets
to the right cities.
It's the combination
road manager/den mother.
Well, den mother,
where is B.J. Palmer?
I don't know.
I checked his hotel.
I couldn't reach him there.
We've been checking all
morning and couldn't reach him.
I'm sorry. I'll keep trying.
You and the others
live in a house
over on, uh, Brearly?
The zoo, you mean.
No, it's a... it's a
big empty mansion.
The kids pooled
their money to buy it.
It's a front for when
and if they make it big.
(laughs)
B.J. is married, has one child?
Yes... Ricky.
And he and Donna are separated.
But he doesn't live
with the rest of you?
No. No.
By mutual consent.
B.J.'s a loner.
Most of the guys who are
lead singers for rock groups are.
Well, compared to
that whacked-out group,
I guess you would
say he was square.
That's not a putdown?
Not in my books.
How about the other
members of the group?
Did they get my message?
Well, musicians
being what they are,
they didn't want
to get sidetracked.
They're right in the
middle of a rehearsal.
Well, we're right in the middle
of a murder investigation.
(sighs)
I tell you what, why don't
you come along with us.
Come on. Dan.
Thank you.
(music playing in distance)
(music playing loudly)
Okay, hold it!
Hold it!
(shouting)
(music stops)
- Hey.
- What's that?
Hey, man, you just pulled the
plug on our life-support system.
- Hey, listen...
- What is this?
Hey! Listen.
This is Lieutenant
Stone, Inspector Robbins.
Little Joe, Vince, Jimmy, Gare.
(drumroll)
- That's us.
- How do you do?
You were all supposed to come
down to headquarters today.
You didn't show.
So I decided to...
- Come here!
- Hey, welcome back.
What took you so long?
Hey, Sheryl, say
hello to the cops.
Cops, say hello to Sheryl.
Come on, honey, show
them your tricks, huh?
- (playing drum
riffs) Sit up. Beg.
Roll over.
Knock it off!
Now, this is not a joke,
it's a murder investigation!
You think it's not a joke
when The Man questions us?
I play guitar, man.
Killing people's not
my kind of number.
Who's number was it?
Well... You know, Little Joe,
you got a big mouth.
Go on. Keep talking.
Aw, it was just that
Dave wanted us
to stick to hard
rock, but B.J...
He wanted to do things with
a little soul, you know, man?
Yeah, and B.J.'s right, too.
I mean, I could've smashed
Breen the other night myself.
B.J. had a fight?
No, it was a professional
disagreement.
Well, you don't kill
somebody over a few songs.
Wait a minute.
You guys... you guys
think one of us did it?
No, we think somebody was
waiting for him
in that building.
The security guard said
nobody showed up after 11:00.
You can't be serious.
Was the security guard present
when each of you signed out?
Yeah.
Did any one of you
go back to the studio?
We were here, man.
Anybody see Palmer leave?
How about it, kid?
Come on.
Hey, come on, come on.
He wants to know when B.J. left.
- Um...
- You see him?
Um, well, I waited
around for a little while,
and then I figured he must have
slipped past me, so I went home.
Okay.
So, we're all in the clear.
(scatting)
What's your name?
Gare.
Gare Jordan.
Well, Mr. Jordan,
do you have any idea
when Mr. Breen was killed?
No. No, sir.
So what makes you think
that anybody's in
the clear right now?
(sighs)
B.J.
I'm sorry it took so long.
The police were over.
You know they want to see you?
Yeah, I got their message.
Did you find out
about my father?
What did it say on
the death certificate?
There was no death certificate.
Your father's still alive.
I don't understand.
My mother said...
said that he died.
She told me... Why would she...?
I know.
I know why she told you that.
He's very, very ill.
You've seen him.
Where is he?
He's here, in the city.
It's not very far.
Take me there.
Dad.
He won't know you.
The doctor says he hasn't
known anyone in over 20 years.
Palmer didn't show
up here at noon.
No one's seen him at
that nuthouse of theirs,
and now you're telling me
he's not in his hotel room.
Well, I'm gonna
tell you, he skipped.
Mike, if he skipped,
would he leave his clothes,
his guitar, everything?
He might.
You find out what
kind of a car he's driving
and then put out an APB.
(gasps)
Oh, B.J.
I didn't hear you come in.
Sorry I frightened you.
I used my key out of habit.
I guess I should ring first.
(sighs)
How is he?
He's happy and
healthy, like always.
Listen, um...
Ricky will be home in a minute.
Maybe you better leave.
Please go. It'll
just mix him up.
Every time you come here,
he thinks you're going to stay.
I wish I could.
You made your choice.
I know.
I know how much
you hated traveling.
You were right about Rick.
It's better for him to have
one home, one school.
But I had to get
started, no matter what.
Honey, things are
really beginning...
Things are beginning
to pay off now.
There's this guy, Earl North,
and he's been after me to sign.
And he says if we do an album,
it's gonna make more
money than you ever heard of.
Enough to take care of you
and Rick for the rest of your lives.
B.J., you still
don't understand.
I don't care about the money.
Well, I-I just wanted
you to know...
Uh, no matter what
happened... B.J.?
B.J.?
I'm all right, I-I
just got to go.
B.J.?
Fool with plants a lot?
Yeah.
Whenever I get a chance.
Still looking for B.J.?
Yeah.
Have you seen him?
No, and I don't want
to see him, either.
He's, uh, he's crazy.
Hey, uh, fellas, this
ain't grass, right?
(chuckles)
I know it's not, yeah.
What do you mean, crazy?
Well, crazy, like, uh, you know,
I was just over to
the Breen house, uh,
and he calls up to
offer condolences.
So I pick up the phone,
and he starts crying.
And I say, "What's wrong?"
Well, he slams the
phone right in my ear.
I mean, he's really out
of control, you know?
Like the argument he
had with Mr. Breen?
Right, right.
It's like, uh, you know,
it's like you push a
button and he goes whang!
I mean, he smashes Jimmy's
guitar over some silly goof-up.
Slam his fist right through
a screen at the studio.
And then he doesn't
remember what he's done.
I mean, he's crazy.
Ask Lois.
We will. Thanks.
By the way, you're
making a mistake.
That's a shade azalea.
You've got it in the sun.
Well, thanks.
That's right.
Yes. Fine.
I'll tell them. Thanks. Bye-bye.
Was that B.J. on the phone?
No, it, uh, it was the union.
I was filling them
in on the funeral.
I know it's old-fashioned,
but I insisted that we all
go to the funeral parlor.
Miss Flynn, there's
an APB out for B.J.
It'd be easier if you
told us where he is.
I don't know where he is.
All right, I've talked to him a
couple of times on the phone.
He's having some problems.
What kind of problems?
ROBBINS: Was he
into drugs or something?
No.
STONE: Gambling?
No.
Then what?
Money problems.
Medical bills, from
all over the country.
Morely. Dr. Kevin Morely.
Yes, I saw B.J. this morning.
Doctor, we know that your
specialty is neurosurgery.
And we know that Palmer
had blackouts, violent outbursts.
Is he having a mental breakdown?
Is B.J. under arrest?
No.
Well, then I have an obligation
to my patient
of confidentiality.
Doctor, is B.J.
capable of killing?
No one can answer that question.
Maybe he's answered
that question for us.
Vince!
You lied.
You didn't leave the building
when you told
the police you did.
Listen, sweetheart, let
me talk to you for a second.
You see, I know what
you're trying to do.
I also know that you would
like to pin this
murder on anybody.
But lay off me.
You got that?
(phone ringing)
LOIS: Come on!
Hey, hands washed, nails
scrubbed, shoes clean.
Do I pass, Warden?
Very funny. In the van.
Wait a minute, you guys!
Hold it there. Listen.
We just got a phone
call from Mr. North office,
and he wants all of us to
know that he just signed B.J.
for a big fat contract
and he set up
a recording session for tonight.
So let's get back in there
and rehearse, come on.
Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute!
In the van. Come on.
Keep going. Come on.
I'll get back to him later.
Come on, Vince,
put your coat on.
Go on to your car.
Lois... Oh, Sheryl,
honey, later.
We're late, okay?
Now they're gonna be
sure B.J. killed Mr. Breen
just so he could sign
with Mr. North, aren't they?
Sheryl, that's ridiculous.
I know who was in
the building and when.
Vince lied about when he left.
Listen, Sheryl,
we don't want to get
Vince in trouble for nothing.
Now, don't do anything
till I talk to you later, okay?
I won't call the police.
I'm gonna find
B.J. and tell him.
Taxi!
♪♪
(tires screeching)
(screams)
((tires screeching)
(screaming)
(tsks)
(indistinct radio transmissions)
Are you the garage attendant?
Yeah.
You didn't see anyone?
No, sir. I heard screaming
and I came running.
The car was just
like this, and...
and she was there.
It's-it's awful. I
still feel a little sick.
Do you know whose car this is?
Belongs to Carmella.
She's a switchboard operator.
Does she always
leave her key in the car?
Yeah, we ask all the staff
to leave their key in the car.
That way we can jockey
the cars around if we want to.
How many other people
know the keys are left behind?
Well, I guess all
the regular, uh...
Well, excuse me, I
don't feel too good.
- Regular who?
- ROBBINS: Right.
All the permanent Vista guests
and all their-their
regular visitors.
They would know.
- Is it okay if I...?
- ROBBINS: Mike. It's Tanner.
He spotted B.J. down
at the funeral home.
STONE: Tell him
we're on our way.
- Thanks a lot.
- We're on our way.
(organ plays somber melody)
(whispers): What's the matter?
(whispers indistinctly)
(B.J. sighs)
(whispers): Where were
you between 5:00 and 6:00?
Sheryl was killed?
Are you sure it
wasn't an accident?
We're sure.
Why would anyone
want to kill that poor kid?
That's the second question.
Would you mind
answering the first one?
Where was I between
5:00 and 6:00?
That's right.
(sighs)
You mean, I'm a suspect.
Just answer the question.
(sighs)
Well, between 5:00 and
6:00, I-I was at my doctor's.
Dr. Morely?
Yeah.
Well, you can verify it.
His-his number is...
We have the
number... I'll check it.
(organ continues playing)
Come here.
Where were you all day?
Just around.
Uh, I had a lot of things to do
because of what
happened to Dave.
Things more important
than answering our call?
We left messages all over town.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Yesterday you were the only one
who left that recording
building without signing out.
Why?
I don't know.
I... I guess I just forgot.
How could you
leave that building
without seeing
the security guard?
I-I don't know.
What time did you leave?
I don't know.
You don't know or
you don't remember?
Or is it that you just
don't want to tell us?
Now, look, I-I just
don't remember.
It was a rough night.
I wasn't feeling very well.
It must have been a rough night.
He was at the doctor's.
Wanted some pills.
Yeah. I have a recor...
heavy recording date tonight
and I wanted something
to help keep me going.
All right?
Are you finished with me?
All right, yes, yes,
yes, yes, we're finished.
Go ahead.
Mike...
Granted he's off the hook
for the murder of the girl,
but he still could
have killed Breen.
Yeah. We never had a better
suspect and less to book him on.
Come on, Dan.
Palmer's off the
hook for one murder,
so what does that mean?
That we're looking for
two unrelated killings?
I don't think so.
I think they're related and
we'd better find the connection.
Listen, Tanner,
didn't you tell me that
in all this group, Palmer was
the last one who came in here?
Right. First the hyped-up
van with the three guys.
Then the Flynn girl in the cab.
Then the one that drives
the two-seater, uh...
- Vince Perez.
- Yeah.
Then Palmer.
Hmm. Okay.
I want you to check out
all the routes they took.
What streets, how
much time it took them
to get here,
everything. The works.
The point is that all of
them, every one of them,
could have stopped by
B.J.'s hotel on the way.
And killed the girl.
That's right.
And tomorrow, you and I
are going to talk to that, um,
what's-his-name,
the security guard.
- Moran.
- Moran.
Yeah, but what could he tell us?
I don't know.
But we're going to
start at the beginning
and we're gonna
dig until we find out.
- (drums playing)
- Lois.
- How are you?
- Oh.
Hey, fellas, hold
it for a second.
I want you to meet Mr. North.
Fellas. How are you?
Uh, Mr. North, I-I think
it might be a good idea
if you told us where we stand.
Now, you had a contract with
Mr. Breen to make an album.
I bought that contract
from his estate.
We record tonight.
But which album?
I mean, the one
we've been working on
or the one B.J. wants us to cut?
My album.
Hey, B.J.
Where are the charts?
No charts.
We'll be here all night. I
mean, what are we gonna play?
So we'll be here all night.
We'll work on the melody
line and then we'll go for it live.
- (beats drum)
- Dynamite.
(all laughing, chattering)
(upbeat rhythm plays)
♪ Don't like women who say no ♪
♪ Don't like women who say ♪
♪ Don't like women who say no ♪
♪ Don't like women who say ♪
- ♪ I can't understand ♪
- ♪ Ahh ♪
♪ A woman that
don't want a man ♪
♪ No, I don't like
women who say no ♪
♪♪
♪ Don't like women
who are all show ♪
♪ Don't like women... ♪
(mellow rhythm plays)
♪ Open up your heart ♪
♪ To the music playing there ♪
♪ If you learn your part ♪
♪ You will hear it everywhere ♪
♪ Listen with your heart ♪
♪ To the music calling you ♪
♪ Listen till it starts ♪
♪ And that's all
you'll have to do ♪
♪ You can be the
light of the world ♪
♪ You can be the light ♪
♪ Of the world... ♪
(upbeat rhythm playing)
♪ Wounded lovers
could never discover ♪
♪ What went wrong ♪
♪ Ah, till it's too late ♪
♪ And when they wake
up, the feeling's gone ♪
♪ Yes, it is ♪
♪ 'Cause just like you and me ♪
♪ We believe that there
could never be a time like this ♪
♪ Ah, but where are
those good times ♪
♪ The automatic
sunshine, lover's bliss? ♪
♪♪
♪ Man, don't you remember ♪
♪ The laughter ♪
♪ Whoo ♪
♪ When Samson left Delilah ♪
♪ She said your funeral
pyre will light my heart ♪
♪ Yeah, but she knew
that she was wrong ♪
♪ But she was
never really strong ♪
♪ Right from the start, no ♪
♪ Mm ♪
♪ And so it's my opinion ♪
♪ Inside of love's dominion ♪
♪ No one knows ♪
- No, they don't.
- ♪ Just where it's gonna come from ♪
♪ And what it's gonna
do or where it goes... ♪
(piano plays upbeat tune)
♪ It's in our hearts to find ♪
♪ That place of
love that's divine ♪
♪ It's not too late ♪
♪ Let the plan
unwind, it's not too... ♪
(music stops)
Are you all right?
We've been here all night.
I'm tired, I guess.
Let's take it back.
NORTH (over intercom):
You all right, B.J.?
I just forgot the damn words.
Look, we'll save it, okay?
We'll take it back
from the bridge.
Save the first part.
Okay, here we go. Count off.
- (snapping fingers) -One,
two, one, two, three, four.
ROBBINS: Moran was
fired for boozin' last night.
The booze.
That's right.
Last year, I answered a
2-11 down at the Wharf.
Moran was working as
a guard at a junk shop.
He got sloshed and let a heist
be pulled right under his nose.
I remember answering the call.
STONE: Come on.
STONE: Say, Moran.
Listen...
were you boozing the
night Mr. Breen was killed?
Were you drunk?
They didn't have
no right to can me.
But I guess it don't matter now.
It does matter now.
Because if you were drunk,
you couldn't have known
who signed out when.
I knew. I signed out
those three creeps
and that-that Lois
myself. I swear I did.
Wait a minute. What
about Vince Perez?
Did you sign him out?
Look, I wasn't feelin'
so good, you know?
You left the book
to get a drink, right?
It was before Perez signed out.
I guess so.
Don't guess.
What the hell's the big deal?
I wasn't gone more
than 20 minutes.
Half hour maybe.
20 minutes or a half hour?
That means Perez could
have been in that building
as late as 1:15.
Come on.
Breen was killed at 1:03.
♪ And... in time ♪
♪ If we try ♪
♪ We could take ♪
♪ The world so high ♪
♪ So high ♪
♪ It's the laughing ♪
♪ Not the hating ♪
♪ And only time will tell ♪
♪ So if love knows ♪
♪ It will show. ♪
(song ends)
That's it.
Mr. B.J.
(whoops)
- You guys hear that?
- What sound.
Was that us?
I mean, was that us?
I don't know.
I guess so, man.
That was Mr. B.J. Palmer.
(chuckles)
That is, bar none, the finest
album I have ever made.
Thanks.
Hey, we got to celebrate.
- All right.
- We got to get... Okay.
Little Joe...
Solid, man.
(laughter)
Hey, uh, incredible.
- Thanks.
- Incredible.
Thanks.
Jimmy, ah.
(laughter)
Crazy.
That's cold.
(sighs)
I couldn't have
done it without you.
You know that.
Run that by me again.
The security guard wasn't in
the lobby when you signed out.
Why did you lie?
Look, we all know that
Charlie hit the sauce, huh?
But he did his job.
Now, why get the guy fired?
No one can vouch
for when you left, right?
It had to be before 1:00.
I headed for the Haymarket,
I sat in and I play,
and then I left.
Wait-wait a minute.
Answer something
else for me, will you?
Yesterday, did you go
directly from your house
to the funeral parlor?
No, I, uh... On the
way over there, I, uh,
I stopped to see
a girl that I know.
Then she can vouch for you.
No.
She wasn't home.
Look, that don't
make me a murderer.
No, that doesn't
make you a murderer.
A murderer needs a good motive.
Like the contract North tells me
you signed with
him this morning.
Gives you a group of
your own, doesn't it?
(weakly): Donna... it's done.
The album's done.
Finished.
I just... want you to know
it's yours and Rick's.
Everything's finished.
You'll never have to...
You'll...
B.J.? B.J.?
STONE: Palmer!
(knocking on door)
Palmer!
(weakly): I saw...
I saw... blood.
Dave.
My clothes.
Dave.
I killed him.
Must have.
Dave.
I killed him.
Must have.
You can go in now, Mrs. Palmer.
He's okay, isn't he?
Yes. He's off the hook.
B.J. confessed.
Hmm.
Any word on Vince's story?
Yeah, his alibi checks.
Four guys in the band
at the Haymarket confirm
Vince got there a couple
of minutes before 1:00.
Said he played
for about an hour.
Well, how could they know
what time he got there?
Take a break at five to 1:00.
That's when he walked in.
All right.
So Vince is off the hook
for the murder of Breen.
So now we concentrate on Sheryl.
Yeah, if you believe
Palmer's confession.
You don't?
Two murders in the same
group by two separate people?
Never.
Yeah, but B.J.
said he killed Breen.
He thinks.
He thinks, he's not sure.
He thinks he's killed him.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
You.
What?
It was something you said.
What are you talking about?
Remember the first time we
went to see the Rainmakers?
Yeah.
And we were concentrating on
when they left the
recording studio?
And then you said,
"Did any of you return
to that building later?"
Yeah, but they all said no.
Let's take it one more step.
Suppose somebody did
go back into that building.
Sheryl could have seen
who that somebody was.
That's why she was killed.
Both murders by the same person.
Yeah, that's the theory.
Now the problem is...
Who is that somebody?
- Ah.
- Hey, Mike.
- Yes?
- Got something.
This is a breakdown on when
people got to the funeral home
and how they got there.
How's that grab you?
It certainly does grab me.
(chuckles)
You have the phone
number on that house?
♪ Let me know
what I must do, ah ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ What I must do ♪
(music stops)
Hello?
Miss Flynn, Lieutenant Stone.
I'd like you to come down to
Franklin Hospital immediately.
What?
Mr. Palmer tried
to kill himself.
No.
We got there just in time,
and, um, well, he's going
to need an awful lot of help,
a lawyer.
But a lawyer at the hospital?
Well, his suicide attempt
could amount to a confession.
You'd better hurry.
I'll call a lawyer right away.
It is all right to talk to him?
Sure it is.
No, I mean before
his lawyer gets here.
Well, you might
even be helping us.
You go ahead.
I'll wait here for the lawyer.
All right.
Do I have to watch
you every minute?
(sniffles)
(weakly): You're the
mommy, aren't you?
Sure.
Lois...
I blew it.
No.
No, you're going
to be fine, B.J.
You're going to be just fine.
Dave... Dave was wrong.
You were right.
I... I killed him.
No, B.J.
No, you didn't kill him.
I saw him... I
s-saw him... I-lying.
Shh.
Do what you've always done.
Leave this to mommy.
(sighs weakly)
Lieutenant, you
can't believe him.
Well, he says he did it.
Well, he shouldn't
be saying anything
until he talks to his lawyer.
- Now, I'm going to go...
- Oh, Miss Flynn.
Give us a minute to confirm
some details, will you, please?
All right.
Dan.
Miss Flynn, uh, you
were the last one to arrive
at the funeral home,
isn't that correct?
No, I think Vince
arrived there after I did.
That's right. That's right.
Here it is. Uh, you came by cab.
Yes.
Cab from B.J.'s hotel.
Yes.
In fact, the record shows
you took a cab from your house
to B.J.'s hotel, arriving
there at approximately 5:40,
and you took another cab
from the hotel at approximately
five to 6:00, arriving at the
funeral home ten minutes later.
Yeah, I thought I-I could stop
by B.J.'s hotel and pick him up
and we could go to the
funeral parlor together.
Then I'm sure someone
at the hotel lobby would
remember seeing you.
Maybe if we go to
the hotel together...
No.
Miss Flynn...
you have a right
to remain silent.
I don't have any rights.
You have a right to counsel.
I don't have anything left.
(sobs softly)
I just can't let B.J. go
on thinking that he did it.
Why?
Because I love him.
He never knew.
I couldn't tell him
because of Donna.
But I could be near him,
and that was enough.
And then Dave was going to
take that away from me, too.
After four years, he
was going to fire me.
B.J. was my whole life.
I couldn't live without him.
So I went to the studio,
and I did what I had to do.
Was B.J. there?
No.
He-he must have come
in a few minutes later.
I don't know. I panicked.
(sobbing)
Miss Flynn, wait
for your lawyer.
(continues sobbing)
Do you know what
worries me the most?
What are the
audiences going to think
when I start making appearances?
Did you ever see a
bald-headed rock star?
Maybe you can start a new trend.
Melonhead and the Rainmakers.
(laughs)
Listen, anybody who's
had a tumor removed
and ends up as
healthy as you are...
My friend, you've got
nothing to worry about.
Oh, the doctor said just a few
minutes, so come on, let's go.
Oh, look, uh, before you
go, I got something for you.
Oh, yes.
Only four weeks on the
charts, and it's 16 with a bullet.
What's that?
(laughs)
Don't mind him.
A bullet.
That's a mark that
says a record's hot.
Oh.
It's still headed up.
By the time I get
out of the hospital,
maybe it'll be on
the top of the charts.
Listen, you get yourself
well and out of here.
That's the important thing.
I will.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
Bye-bye.
A bullet, huh?
You know, I think this
is more your speed.
I'm more for the classics.
- The classics?
- Yeah, classics.