negative.
Fingerprint identification, negative.
If he was crooked,
he sure had a lot of people fooled.
What about the final autopsy report
on Johnson and Twice?
- They should rest in peace.
- Yeah, anything unusual there?
Yeah, take a look at that section
on bullet penetration.
According to this,
the bullet canals in both bodies
took an upward course.
And they were standing face to face.
Just a few feet apart.
Get me Pete Preussing at Homicide.
Tell him I want to meet him
and a few of his men
down at the Acme Credit Union.
Right away, sir.
Now, Preussing, move closer, slowly.
All right, that's it.
This is the approximate distance
the two men were apart
when the shots were fired.
Now, McBeen,
you're gonna be the teller.
Preussing, you're Ralph Twice.
The tape indicates
the path the bullet took.
All right.
Hold-up man enters,
demands money and fires.
I spent most of the afternoon
trying to determine
the possible angles from which
the bullets might have been fired.
Re-enactment of a crime
in this way can be a helpful tool
in a criminal investigation.
If the teller had his back turned
and then the gunman fired...
A ricochet.
After several hours,
I had some interesting theories,
but still nothing conclusive.
When my boss called,
I gave him the information,
but I knew I needed more answers.
And I had an idea
of where I could get some.
- What's the word on the street, Johnny?
- I don't know.
I hear a lot of things. Pick a topic.
Do you know anything about the double
killings at the Acme Credit Union?
You're barking up the wrong tree
with this Ralph Twice.
He's a good family man
and makes a decent living.
Wasn't his fault he got fired
from the tyre company.
But who could predict that Brazil
would cut off the rubber supply?
They're nationalising
the industry in two weeks,
so he would have gotten
his job back anyway.
Now, Sally Decker, that's another story.
She used to be Joe Surlow's girl
until she got involved in the numbers.
Before you knew it,
she was up to her pretty little neck
in penny-ante bunko scams.
Where do I locate this Surlow?
He's working at this address.
Thanks, Johnny.
What do you know
about life after death?
I wouldn't know anything about it.
You talking existential being
or anthropomorphic deity?
After taking care
of an urgent personal matter,
I proceeded directly to the address
that Johnny had given me.
It turned out to be
one of those all-night wicker places.
Surlow had done some time
years earlier for a minor offence.
He was one of those guys
who had come up
through the school of hard knocks.
Eventually, he admitted
that he and Sally
had been long-time acquaintances.
She had come to him recently
to ask for money to pay off an oral debt.
The orthodontist needed the money.
Surlow had done what he could for her.
Fortunately, he had remembered
the dentist's name,
Dr Robert Zubatsky.
Zubatsky's office
was located in Fox Point Heights.
A fashionable area of town
where foreign imports
and two-martini lunches
were the order of the day.
His clientele were the sons
and daughters of the privileged.
I decided it might be a good time
to have my teeth checked.
Mr Drebin,
Dr Zubatsky will see you now.
That's the second door
on your left, Mr Drebin.
You're next, Carl.
As soon as this impression is complete,
we'll know a lot more, Mr Drebin.
Are those x-rays ready, Miss Frenzell?
Yes, Doctor.
Would you like to take a look?
Yes, I would.
All right, let's get started, shall we?
Sally Decker?
Sally Decker. That name rings a bell.
No, I can't place it.
Look, I'm telling you, I don't know her.
All right, I know her.
She was a patient of mine.
Her lower left quadrant
was all messed up, but so what?
Okay, okay, now, look
she's a good-looking dame.
We went out and had laughs,
a couple of drinks,
but that's the whole story.
Look, look, I don't need trouble.
I'll cooperate.
My God, you're an animal!
I am