End Game Page #2

Yeah, you're happy.

I didn't marry you for better or worse,

just for better.

Is something wrong, Mr. Bergman?

Bea Fraser was murdered last night.

Sweet Jesus!

I hope I can count on your

complete loyalty in this.

Yes, sir. Of course.

Terrible thing to happen.

I must not be implicated

in this in any way.

It would destroy my marriage,

ruin my reputation.

You had nothing to do with

this, I'll vouch for you.

We dropped her off at The

Balcony around 11 o'clock,

and then l drove you home to Westport.

The point is, I can't be

connected to this woman in any way.

It must be as if I never knew her!

Never had anything to do with her.

I see what

you mean, but--

how is that possible?

By searching her apartment

and finding anything

that might connect us.

Mr. Bergman, you're a

successful businessman.

Me, I'm just a driver,

but I think you should go to the Police.

I mean, look what happened to Nixon

when he tried to cover up Watergate.

I have no choice, J.J.

Yeah, I know somebody

that might help us.

He worked for the ClA.

How about making

contact with your friend?

Excuse me,

can you tell me where I

can find a Mr. Ackerman?

Oh, yeah. I just left him.

[piano playing]

Mr. Ackerman, there's

someone here to see you.

Thank you.

Mr. Ackerman?

Detective Dan Burk, Pittsburgh Police.

I'm here investigating

Bea Fraser's murder.

Girls, take five, please.

I'm not really sure what

you expect me to tell you.

I was hoping to gather as much

information on Beatrice Fraser

as I possibly can, so any

information you can give me

anything at all.

Well, she was with me since

she was about 11 years old,

she had a natural ability that I

haven't seen in quite a long time.

She was without a doubt a

rising star in the dance world.

So there's no one that

recently came into her life,

anyone suspicious, a boyfriend,

anyone that would draw your attention?

No, I don't think so.

She rarely socialized

outside of the company.

Well, after interviewing her roommate,

she seems to think there

was definitely a boyfriend.

Carol?

That's correct.

Carol was a bad influence on Beatrice,

ever since they moved in together.

What makes you say that?

How can I put this politely?

Carol is a very materialistic girl.

She was only ever interested

in making money and not art.

Now I tried to tell her,

the only people who do

things for money are whores.

In order to be a great dancer,

you have to dedicate

your life to the dance.

And what would you say

happens to the girls

that don't dedicate themselves?

I wouldn't know. I

have no time for them.

Where were you the night

Beatrice was killed?

I was at home.

Is there anybody that can verify that?

No. Am l a suspect?

It's a good possibility.

Until you have anything

more pressing to ask me,

I really have a class to teach.

Thank you for your time.

Good day, Detective.

So, Gino, this is a piece of cake.

You sure no one is home?

The girl's a stripper.

She works till 3 o'clock

in the morning every night.

Nobody's gonna be there.

What I need you to do is go in,

get bank statements, phone books.

Anything that pertains to Mr. Bergman,

I need you to get it.

I got something for you here.

It's 500 dollars.

When you finish the job,

there's another five.

Come on. Have I ever steered you wrong?

No, J.J. I appreciate

the work, you know that.

Thanks, but just get

the job done for me,

it's important.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, Gus.

Well, Officer Mullan.

You're early tonight.

The usual?

Eggs over easy.

You got it.

[door bangs]

[door slams]

[clacks]

[loud door bang]

[police radio wallah]

Do we know who he is?

[sigh] No I D.

Just five 100 dollar

bills in his pocket.

Strange, huh?

So where was our on-duty

officer while this was going on?

Up at the corner doughnut shop.

Don't worry, he's been suspended.

Thanks.

[knocks] Carol.

Are you all right?

Can you please tell me what's going on?

As soon as we get an lD on this guy,

I'll let you know.

I thought you said there

was going to be a guard.

There was.

Oh, really? You call this protection?

Like, I was trying to say,

there was an officer

stationed downstairs,

he left his post and

he's been suspended.

Don't worry. It won't happen again.

Was he after me?

I don't know, it's hard to say.

He could've been after

something in the apartment,

but more than likely it

had to do with Beatrice.

Like what?

We're questioning the

suspect as we speak.

If you need anything at all,

please contact the officer downstairs.

Oh, is he gonna be there this time?

What do we know about last night?

It has to be related to the murders.

Question is, was he the killer?

Mackle says he'll know for

sure sometime later today.

Good. Keep me posted.

[soft weeping]

So how are you?

I'm okay, how are you, sir?

As good as l can be, I guess.

So how well did you know Beatrice?

I'm a--good friend

of the family.

Do you mind if I ask you

for some identification?

Excuse me, sir, I'm a little offended.

We're in a funeral home.

I said some identification, please.

[groan]

[approaching siren]

This is the guy we're looking for.

We're working on a search warrant.

Working on a warrant, huh?

I'm working on my fourth coffee.

Yeah, I know. Some things

got messed up downtown,

Paperwork got put in the wrong place.

You guys know as well as I do,

nobody in or out of this apartment.

As soon as I get that

warrant, I'll be back.

Gotcha.

(male voice) Hi, can l help you?

Yeah, l need a room.

Okay. Sure, if you'll

fill this out please.

How much is it a night?

Know how long you're staying?

A few days maybe, I

don't know. Will this do?

That'll cover for it, sure.

Thank you very much.

Enjoy your stay.

You have a good day.

Hey, okay. Need anything, just holler.

[tinkling]

[sigh]

Mr. Bergman. Detective Bishop, Homicide.

Thank you for meeting me.

What this all about?

Well, it's about the

murder of Bea Fraser.

What'd you think?

Overdue parking tickets?

I swear to you, I had

nothing to do with her death.

We just had some dinner together.

Oh, dinner.

Well, Mr. Bergman, we know that

you did not kill that woman.

What?

Isn't that a relief?

We know you had dinner

with her that night,

we also know that you

were having sex with her.

Weren't you?

What are you getting at?

Well, Mr. Bergman,

we don't want your wife to find out

that you were f***ing

some bimbo, now do we?

I think you're out of line, Detective.

Well, Mr. Bergman, I apologize.

I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry.

How can yo be so sure

that l didn't kill her?

Well, that's simple.

Because I did.

That's it.

That's it, Mr. Bergman.

Nice and easy.

[groan]

Mr. Julian, what else can you tell me

about this evening's events?

Well, we were up at a

coffee shop up on 6th Avenue,

he said his name was Detective Bishop.

I mean, he had a badge.

He said he was investigating

Bea Fraser's death.

I told my boss don't say

anything without a lawyer,

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