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unless he lost a lot of blood.

Who brought him in?

I did... picked him up

at the coroner's office.

Did they mention...

much bleeding?

I can't say as they did, doctor.

What about the other victim,

his associate?

I didn't prepare that one.

He was white.

I don't get many whites in here.

- Thank you for your help.

- Glad to be of service.

Any time you need my help,

don't hesitate to ask.

I'm at your service, doctor.

That's my job...

...doctor.

That is the rudest n*gger

I've ever seen in my life.

Everything's

just so strange, Michelle.

I know.

Listen, would you mind

if I begged off?

You can handle Mrs. McCoy

on your own.

I'm just really beat.

Go on home. I'll just stop by

and see if she needs anything.

- Thanks.

- See you later.

Okay.

- Let go!

- Luva, it's me.

Wait!

Goddamnit, man!

You scared the hell out of me.

Where did you come from?

Are you all right?

What the hell you run

in front of my cab for?

Can't you see, man?

I lost her.

Sh*t.

You ain't hurt, man,

but you lucky.

Chasin' tail

could get you killed, you know.

I lost her because of you.

Imbecile!

lmbecile?

Who the hell

you callin' an imbecile?

You the nut that ran

in front of my cab.

You the only imbecile

on this street... boy!

You'll find her. She's got to be

round here somewhere.

I bet you she's worried right now

and lookin' for you,

so why don't you just back off

of me and go get her?

I bet she's worried to death

about you.

I bet she's called

every hospital around.

Listen... take your hands off me!

I don't know you!

Tina, get the chain.

It's me!

Michelle, thank God.

What you doin' with that knife?

Sorry. Get in.

What's wrong with you?

Tina, what happened?

A man tried to attack me.

He got my purse.

I'm sure of it.

He got my keys

and all my i.d.

When I heard you at the door

just now, I thought it was him.

Damn maniacs

runnin' the streets.

It's all right.

It's okay.

It's all right.

- They'll take care of it for you.

- Thank you.

- Bye-bye.

- Hi, Shirley. Sam here?

Sure.

Sam, Dr. Thomas is here.

- How ya doin'?

- Fine. You?

- Fine. You're lookin' good.

- Thanks.

Doc?

I got a call from the coroner's office

to check on Juanita Jones.

- You want to see her?

- That's why I'm here.

Thought you worked nights.

Everybody takes a vacation but me.

There she is, doc.

Fine job for a woman...

runnin' a cab.

You ask me,

she's lookin' for something.

You know what I mean...

"lookin' for something"?

Sam, get me

a cup of coffee, will you?

All right, I can take a hint.

That's ridiculous.

Jack, I'm beginning

to take this personally.

I'm tellin' ya, your men lost the report

on Bobby McCoy and Billy Schaffer.

Lost, my ass.

Maureen.

- Yes, lieutenant.

- Get the division reports on... who?

Bobby McCoy, Billy Schaffer.

From two nights ago.

- Southwest Division.

- Right, lieutenant.

Tell me something, man.

Off the record, of course.

Yeah?

Who checked the two bodies?

In that area,

it should be Watson.

- Yeah, Watson.

- Is that the guy that...

...called cyanide poisoning

"heart failure"?

I'm getting tired

of that kind of talk.

Division says those reports

were lost before distribution.

They said Dr. Thomas' office

called this morning about them.

The sergeant told Dr. Thomas'

secretary he couldn't find them.

Thanks, Maureen.

Thank you.

So it wasn't my lack of pull

at headquarters.

Strange how so many

sloppy police jobs involve black victims.

You're getting paranoid.

Schaffer wasn't black.

We'll find them.

I'll send Barnes over.

- Yes, lieutenant?

- Get Barnes in here.

Look, what's going on?

I see where you've ordered

an autopsy on Bobby McCoy today,

and Juanita Jones

is scheduled for one on Friday.

What's going on?

What's the connection?

Did you want me, lieutenant?

Hello, doc.

Get to the Southwest Division

and find the reports

on Bobby McCoy

and Billy Schaffer, will you?

Sure, lieutenant.

What's goin' on?

Do it.

You've got something.

What is it?

- When I know, I'll tell you.

- Does it look organized?

There's been a lot

of Panther activity lately.

Panthers?

Come on, Jack, don't cop out.

Two f*ggot interior decorators

and a lady cabdriver?

Panthers?

Come on.

Anything is possible.

If it's possible, tell Barnes to bring

those reports to the club tonight.

It's Michelle's birthday.

Have a good time.

- Hello?

- This is Dr. Thomas.

Yes, Dr. Thomas.

Mr. Swenson, we're gonna need

to do an autopsy on Bobby McCoy.

I'll send for the body

sometime this afternoon.

That's impossible.

The family's here now.

I can't just throw them out.

Of course, Mr. Swenson.

- What time do you close tonight?

- 8:
00.

All right, I'll have my men there

a little bit after 8:00.

- They must be careful.

- They will be, Mr. Swenson.

- All right, then.

- Thanks.

By the way, we had some

excitement ourselves last night.

Tina got hassled

on the way home.

- Is she all right?

- She didn't go to work today.

We're having the locks changed.

She thinks he got her purse.

Next year,

we move to the suburbs.

Like we did last year.

Come join my friends.

I'd like you to meet my sister Michelle

and Dr. Gordon Thomas.

- This is...

- I'm called Mamuwalde.

Nice to meet you.

It's my sister's birthday party.

Would you care to join us?

I'd be delighted.

Thank you.

Champagne, please?

French.

That won't be necessary.

What do you mean?

I like champagne.

Good. So do I.

Tina, where did you

find your purse?

Mamuwalde returned it to me.

Thank you again.

You bear an amazing

resemblance to my wife,

whom I lost a short while ago.

I'm very sorry.

I loved her very much.

When you left the mortuary,

I had to follow you.

I didn't consider

that I might frighten you.

You were at Swenson's.

Were you a friend of Bobby's?

No, I was there making

some arrangements of my own.

But enough about death.

Here's to... life.

- On your birthday.

- Thank you.

Happy birthday, baby.

- To happiness.

- To happiness forever.

Dr. Thomas here.

What?

What do you mean, gone?

Listen, calm down, Swenson.

Calm down.

I'll get a man over there

right away.

Don't touch anything,

you hear me?

Swenson, damn it!

Don't touch anything!

Look at that face.

What happened?

That was Swenson.

Bobby's body just disappeared.

That's impossible.

Perhaps he wasn't dead.

What the hell does that mean?

He was as dead as you can get.

I examined him myself.

Just a passing thought.

What's happening?

How's everybody?

How you doin'? My name is Skillet.

How's everything?

Let's pull up a seat here

and get some of this here...

- Join the party.

...champagne.

- Help yourself.

- French champagne!

We gonna be gone.

Happy birthday, Michelle.

What kind of down

birthday party is this?

And hold it.

Get you.

All right, come on.

Beautiful! Why don't you all

scoot in here together?

Please forgive me.

I must depart now.

I have indeed had

a rare pleasure.

Brother, why don't you

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