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to do it in public, right?

Yeah.

To kill De Franco, they had to

get him away from police protection.

Well, maybe they knew

that De Franco would refuse

unless Rollie Tyler,

the effects man, was there.

To pull off this phoney murder.

You were the bait!

What time is it?

Don't worry about it.

There's no work today.

How are you feeling?

How are you feeling?

I've been better.

I'm not kidding!

Leave me alone.

- I've figured it out.

- What do you mean?

It's simple. You go

directly to the newspapers.

- Come on.

- I mean it.

Do a Woodward and Bernstein.

Blow the whistle on these bastards.

What makes you think they'd believe me?

I believe you.

Stop being so paranoid.

It's such a gorgeous day.

You're such a gorgeous girl.

The sun is shining, the birds

are singing, flowers growing.

Come on. Get dressed and let's go do it.

Get up.

Someone will believe us.

Yeah, I guess they will.

Talk to me.

I said talk to me!

Talk to me, you bastard!

Who are ya?! Who sent ya?!

Why'd ya kill her?!

Who does Mason work for?!

I want Mason!

Oh, no...

What?!

Can't you even say hello?

One unknown male, white.

One unknown female, white.

Both unidentified. Hello and goodbye.

Bobby, get a shot of this window.

- What happened to the bodies?

- The ME took them downtown.

- Who reported it?

- Susan Melnick. It's her apartment.

- Where is she?

- Downtown.

How am I supposed to investigate

if everybody's downtown?

I couldn't hold 'em here for ever, Leo.

I didn't know when you'd show up.

Hey, Leo? Here's what we came up with

in an empty apartment across the street.

- What is that, Eddie? 30-calibre?

- Yeah, 30-calibre close-assault carbine.

US model with silencer and laser scope.

Jesus H Christ.

Whatever happened to

Saturday-night specials?

- This was the girl?

- Yeah.

Shot through the front?

We figured she was standing

at the window when she got it.

How did she get to the bed?

- What about him?

- He's a William J Adams.

They're trying to figure it out now.

Start checkin' with the neighbours.

I'll catch you later. Downtown.

He was a cop.

- A cop?

- Ex-cop.

William J Adams.

Born 10-05-46.

Two years military.

Honourable discharge.

Six years NYPD.

Packed the job in 04-06-81.

The rest is N/A.

Not available.

Could you get me a make

on the fingerprints?

Here it is.

They lifted four sets of prints from

the apartment. Two male, two female.

The female matched the dead girl and

the apartment's owner, Susan Melnick.

One of the male's prints

match your dead cop - Adams.

We're still trying to make the other.

- Leo.

- Mickey, anything from the neighbours?

- Nobody heard a thing.

- Of course.

- But I got the word on Ellen Keith. Hi.

- Hi.

She had a couple or three

boyfriends this last year.

One's a film producer from Beverly Hills.

The other is an actor from California.

- They've both got solid alibis.

- And the third guy?

- Leo, you still need me or can I...?

- Just a sec. What about the third guy?

He's a special-effects man.

They do the tricks in the movies.

They were workin' on the same movie.

Name's Roland Tyler. They were an item.

- Where is this Tyler?

- He got into the wind two days ago.

Quite a coincidence.

You got an address on this guy?

I think I can find one somewhere.

Sweetie, see what you can dig up for me

on this Adams guy, huh?

Leo, the file's closed!

Reopen it.

Andy, listen. It's Rollie.

I want you to get my green make-up kit.

Yeah, it's in my place. Bring it...

Don't ask any questions, please.

Just do as I ask. All right?

I want you to bring it

to the boat pond in Central Park.

I'll be in the boathouse.

No, we're not doin' a boat movie.

Just do as I ask, please.

I'll see you later.

We were with De Franco.

He asked to go to the bathroom.

After 20 minutes Marshal Morgan and I

went to check and he was gone.

It's like I told Murdoch last night -

De Franco just slipped out.

- How did he get to that restaurant?

- I have no idea. A cab, I suppose.

It's my fault. I admit it.

- Do you want my resignation?

- I want your report, my desk, one hour.

Look, I'll get outta your hair.

Thanks, Murdoch.

Listen, I'm sorry about all of this!

I want you to meet Agent Whitemore.

- She will be liaison with your office.

- Anything I can do.

My desk,

one hour!

He bought that.

Maybe.

Lieutenant Murdoch,

is an informer involved?

- You don't have sh*t, do you, Murdoch?

- McCarthy, if you'll excuse me...

Give me De Franco. I'll take

all the press, all the responsibility.

Hell, I'll even give you the collar.

Just give me De Franco.

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Leo McCarthy - first he brought in

De Franco, then De Franco's killer.

Why don't you just give it up, Leo?

- Not again, Leo. I don't wanna hear it.

- Well, you're gonna hear it, goddamn it.

I busted my ass for six months

on De Franco - six months!

He finally comes in and first he gets

shipped off to Lipton, who gets him killed.

And then you assign the case to

that a**hole Murdoch. Why, Jake? Why?

You wanna know why? Because

I don't have time to play wet nurse

to some pathetic cop

who thinks he got the shaft.

- I did get the shaft. You shafted me.

- Know why Murdoch gets the glory?

Because he won't piss people off.

And, Leo, you piss people off.

Rollie?

Hi! I brought... What are you wearing?!

Look! You were followed!

- Followed?

- We've gotta lose him.

- Who?

- The tall one!

Rollie Tyler has a rifle

pointed right at your head.

If you wanna meet with him,

he'll know when you take this boat

and put it in the water.

Come on!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Rollie!

God damn you!

You've got to tell me what's going on!

I killed a man. Three people have

tried to shoot me. And Ellen's dead.

Did you knock?

Try it.

- Open up!

- I'm goin' for the tools.

Open up in there!

Put it away.

- Let's get outta here. We're dirty in here.

- Relax. We're in here already.

We'll look around. If we find anything,

then we'll phone down for a warrant.

Jesus Christ!

Look at this place.

I told you. He does special effects.

Oh, wow. I Dismember Mama.

Great!

You mean you paid good money

to look at this crap?

What kind of a guy

dreams this sh*t up, Mickey?

I mean, maybe this Tyler went nuts.

Look at how he lives.

Hey, I've seen your apartment, Leo.

Remember?

Maybe Mr Tyler got tired of make-believe.

Decided it was time to try the real thing.

I can't tell these from the real thing.

Hey, Mickey.

You remember the medical examiner's

report on the De Franco hit?

Yeah. Six shots from a pistol.

Five to the chest, one to the head.

- What the hell...?

- If only it could talk, huh?

You're not sayin' Tyler killed Ellen Keith,

Adams and De Franco all in one night?

I don't believe it either.

I believe you.

I can't put the pieces together.

First I'm hired to do a pretend murder.

Then it's a real murder.

And then the people that hire me

try to murder me.

It doesn't make sense.

And then I bring you into it.

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