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before they find the guy that

saw me leave and pull me in.

- Did he get a good look at you?

- No. Which is why I think

this is gonna work.

What we need is someone

of roughly the same appearance,

roughly the same way

of working, we should be fine.

Just tell him what really happened.

You found her like that.

No, you wouldn't say that

if you saw what I saw.

No, I mean, this is horrible.

There's blood everywhere.

Her head has been beaten.

She doesn't even look human anymore.

I'd been there a while. I may have

left traces, prints, forensic sh*t.

I don't know. Look,

the point is the body's fresh.

It hasn't been dead long.

Any witness might put me close

enough to the time of death.

- You just said that the witness

didn't get a good look at you.

- That's not the point, is it?

A crime that brutal--

an old lady beaten to death--

if they even think it's me

they're gonna try and pin

it on me, aren't they?

- We've got to have someone else.

I told them there's someone.

- And if he's got an alibi?

Well, he's a loner.

He's perfect.

Even strangers that have seen him

before aren't gonna recognize him...

because he's had

his hair cut.

No, he's our man.

[ Coughing ]

Got it. I took

the f***in' money first.

Money-- bundles

of f***in' money.

Ow!

Nothing. Nothing.

I'm okay.

Okay!

- Oh, I'll be 'round soon.

-[ Hangs Up Phone ]

[ Doorbell Buzzes ]

You promised me you

wouldn't open the envelope.

It wasn't sealed.

They fell out.

- They fell out?

- So, are you gonna explain?

I mean, what was it? Was it all

just bullshit to get hold of the money?

- There isn't usually any in there.

- Well, what then?

It was for a friend.

The police think he did

something and he didn't.

So he needs a decoy--

another likely suspect.

Someone caught robbing a place using

the same way he does it-- his methods.

His methods.

Who was the friend?

Cobb.

Broke into a place

a couple of weeks ago.

He found an old lady

bashed to death.

He ran off.

Someone saw him.

Couple of days later the police

called him in for questioning.

They think he killed her.

- He probably did.

- He's a thief. He's not a murderer.

So, he told them that, uh,

they've got him confused

with another burglar he knew.

- One who used the same M.O.

- Why me?

You set yourself up

for it.

Cobb noticed you following him days

before he actually approached you.

Initially, he thought you were police.

And then he followed you.

He followed me?

He followed you and realized

you were just this sad, little

f***er waiting to be used.

So you and Cobb

just went for it.

How could you

do this to me?

To anybody?

It's not that serious.

You've got the money,

you didn't kill the old lady.

You're just there to throw

doubt into the minds of the police.

They'll never charge you.

You were supposed to get

caught tonight breaking in.

They'd pull you in, ask you about the

old lady and you wouldn't know anything.

They still could have

charged me for breaking and entering.

You did break and enter.

And for whatever reason,

you didn't get caught red-handed.

He came in.

He went down.

I didn't hang around long enough

to find out whether he could get up.

It's his blood

on my hammer.

How could you

do this to me?

It's nothing personal.

When I began this,

I didn't even know you.

[ Drops Hammer ]

- I'll go to the police in the morning.

- You can't.

I'm going and I'm gonna

tell them everything.

You can't, 'cause

they won't believe you.

I'm gonna tell them everything. They'll

believe me because it's the truth.

- Not if you haven't got someone

to back up your story.

- You could.

I won't.

They'll make you because

your lies won't stand up to the truth.

- I wouldn't do this if I were you.

-[ Door Closes ]

That's it.

I mean, if you got

any, uh, questions, then--

One or two.

You see, we don't actually

have any unsolved murders

of old ladies at the present.

- You must have.

- There's no such ongoing investigation.

And we don't know

this Mr. Cobb of yours.

I warned you

he'd look in the envelope.

He gave me his word.

I believed him.

It's nothing personal.

He couldn't help it.

I mean, he's a born peeper.

Anyway, down to business.

[ Scoffs ]

Business?

[ Policeman ]

Perhaps there's...

something else

you'd like to tell me, hmm?

Anything?

- Where's the hammer?

- It's in that bag.

What are you gonna

do with it?

The old man was very specific

about how I should do things.

Wh-- What's the old man

got to say about it?

Oh, well, he is letting me

keep all the money from his safe.

Anything at all?

Your side of things?

He says your demands

have become too unreasonable.

You've become too greedy

in your blackmail.

He said something about

you being a witness...

to an incident that happened

in this very room.

He was very precise about exactly how

and where I should take care of things.

Something about a bloodstained

carpet that you've got stashed

away to back up your story,

should it ever be told.

- Did you talk to her?

- We found her this morning.

[ Screaming ]

- What do you mean, "found her?"

- Her body.

We also found a hammer

with two types of blood on it.

One type, I assume, will match

the bloke you put in hospital.

All her fingers were smashed.

You must have tortured her

to get the combination.

I didn't touch her!

We also found some

interesting items in your flat

in this shoe box under your bed.

Among various items reported missing

by the deceased last week, we found...

these pairs

of ladies' underwear.

Were they hers? I assume

so since we found them stashed...

with these passport-style

photographs of the deceased.

We also found

this pearl earring...

which exactly matched the one worn by

the deceased at the time of her death.

- A little trophy?

- No!

It was Cobb who planted it

when we turned over her place.

Go and collar him.

I gave you his address.

We checked the address you gave us.

There's no Cobb there.

The flat belongs to

a Mister...

D. Lloyd.

He's just returned

from holiday.

And he told us that while

he was away, his flat had been burgled.

Not much was missing.

But his new credit card

hasn't yet arrived.

Well, that was Cobb! We used it

to pay for a meal in a restaurant.

We found this

at your flat.

It was Cobb...

who stole it.

Is that your handwriting?

Yes.

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