the boozing, you'd look a lot better.
- Thanks.
- I'm serious.
Besides... personally, I like 'em older.
Is that so?
- Is it true what they say about cops?
- What?
That their... their guns are
substitutes for their wangs.
- Don't you count on it.
- Oh, yeah?
Prove it.
- Yeah?
- I got three names for you.
- Shoot.
- Remember a guy named Red LaSalle?
I don't think this is his style.
- Number two is Jerry Myers.
- I remember him.
You tagged him for taking out
a union leader. He swore he'd nail you.
- What about number three?
- It's a real long shot.
This happened about ten years ago.
Do you remember Joan Freeman?
They put her in Camarillo.
- Not any more. They cut her loose.
- Jesus. Where is she now?
She's staying in one of those old
downtown hotels called the Sunset.
Listen, Art.
What was the judge's name at her trial?
Uh... Kellerman. Hear what happened
to him? He fried himself.
Murphy? Are you still there?
Joan?
Joan?
- How have you been doing?
- Pretty well.
No trouble adjusting to the outside world?
I don't think so.
I feel pretty good about myself.
Good. How's the job working out?
Well, actually I decided not to take it.
- Why not?
- Cos I got another job. A better job.
Terrific. Doing what?
In a way, you see, I owe it all to you.
You taught me
I could do anything I wanted.
You taught me how to believe in myself.
Wonderful. So what's the job?
I'll show you.
What's this?
My job.
I don't understand. Who are these people?
The ones who sent me away.
You never should have let me out,
you know.
I really am crazy.
Ugh!
The hotel is not responsible
for the loss of personal valuables.
I'm talking almost $200, man.
Look, Helen Keller, read my lips.
The hotel is not responsible
for the loss of personal valuables.
Oh, yeah? When it comes time to pay
my rent, we'll see who's responsible.
Fucking schwarzer.
- Which room is Joan Freeman in?
- Sorry, pal, the guest list is confidential.
- Can you count to five?
- Sure.
- How would you like to try without teeth?
- It's, uh, 604.
Yeah, this is Marty down at the Sunset.
What are we doing here?
Just looking.
Sounds like fun.
Murphy!
Could you come here?
- Come on, man, what room?
- They're in 604.
Hey! Where's my money?
- Who's that stiff?
- I don't know, but I gotta get to Malibu.
Malibu? Don't you think
it's a little cold to go surfing?
Go!
Happened about ten years ago.
She had a boyfriend who worked as
a security guard in the Bradbury Building.
She was down there visiting him one day
and they got into an argument.
Then she flipped out,
grabbed his gun and shot him.
By the time we got there,
she was up on the roof with a hostage.
That's why she framed you.
She killed Wilcove cos he was
your partner and you arrested her.
And Kellerman
because he was the judge at the trial.
But who's this guy in Malibu?
Albert Skinner? He was the prosecutor.
Mr Skinner?
Nice digs.
This dude must have robbed
a couple of banks, huh?
I'll take a look upstairs.
If I see any bodies, I'll give a yell.
Mr Skinner?
Hey, Mr Skinner?
Hey!
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Skinner?
McGee?
Arabella?
Arabella?
- Homicide.
- Give me Art Penney.
- He isn't here.
- Let me talk to the lieutenant.
- He's not here either.
- Oh, damn. Who's this?
This is Sergeant Reineke.
Who the hell is this?
Shit.
- Ed, it's Murphy.
- Murphy, you son of a bitch.
- I know who killed Ben Wilcove.
- Yeah, it was you, you bastard.
Shut up and pay attention.
I've been set up, framed by a woman.
Her name's Joan Freeman.
You talk to Art. He knows who she is.
Have the lieutenant send some men to
the Bradbury Building. She's on her way.
All right, I'll do that,
but come on in, we'll talk about it.
I don't have time for this crap.
The woman has a hostage.
Get hold of the lieutenant
and I'll meet him down there.
Hey, Ed. What are you