03x06 - Secret Snow, Deadly Snow

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Mr. Malloy.

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Inhale, baby.

[SNIFF]

Nothing.

Nothing is right.

You have not brought me cocaine at all.

You brought me milk sugar.

That I could get with food stamps.

We both tested the samples.

I wouldn't switch it on you.

We've done too much business.

We've been ripped off.

We? No.

You.

Now either I get my 200,000

or those 10 pounds of
bouncing powder by this

time tomorrow, my
friend, or you are dead.

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Dr. Oliver, he just left a few moments ago.

Where's your publicist car?

In the doctor's area, downstairs.

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Okay, Doc.

You're in for me, but two choices.

Explode or hide.

What are you, crazy?

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Lieutenant, the deceased
was Dr. Jefferson Oliver,

Caucasian, 32 years
old, sh*t point-blank

range, and the motive
doesn't look like robbery.

The forensics raised a good
print from a watch bristle.

A thumb, thin scar diagonally,
but it's not the victim's.

Terrific.

Now all he has to do is match
it to a man with a live thumb.

All right, go on, Crocker.

The deceased was an associate on
staff here of Clawson Medical Center.

It's a private hospital
for cosmetic surgery.

Face lifts, breast bulbs.

I hear this Dr. Clawson does
great work for ladies who sex.

Do you know they cater
to gents here, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant, I got a nurse
upstairs who thinks she saw this thing.

The k*ller, Stavros.

Of course I noticed him.

He was running through
here like a crazy man.

I thought it was some kind of emergency.

He was short, medium build, had dark hair,

and I even think I noticed
a scar up over his forehead.

No, maybe it was this side.

Well, I can't be positive.

Well, thank you very much, Nurse Vernon.

You've been very helpful.

Thank you.

All right, have her in tomorrow to
work up a sketch on the suspect.

In the meantime, I think
I'll go talk to his boss.

Oliver is what?

Dead.

He was found m*rder*d in the
garage of your hospital, Dr. Clawson.

Oh, my God.

When?

How?

He was sh*t a few hours ago.

sh*t?

Yeah.

That's got to be a mistake.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Clawson.

Jeff, Oliver dead.

I can't believe it.

m*rder*d?

Yes, we think the man who
k*lled him was kind of tall.

He had a scar somewhere around here.

Does that ring a bell of any kind?

No.

He was in fact Oliver's
office before he sh*t him.

Any idea what he was looking for?

You know, love letters, things like that.

The reason I ask, uh...

you know, you hear sometimes that doctors
have flings with their patients,

and the patients sometimes
have husbands or wives

and things like that.

Did Oliver have those kinds of flings?

If he did, I think I would
have heard about it.

He would have been dismissed.

How long was he with you?

Ten years.

He came to me right after his internship
for specialized training in the field.

His skills were evident straight
away, and I offered him staff.

He'd been with me ever since.

What about his personal life?

I can't help you there.

Our relationship was purely professional.

This whole thing is so incredible.

It's just so very, very terrible.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Clawson.

I mean to bring you news like that.

It's a hell of a sh*t, Lieutenant.

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What is it, Stavros?

Can't you tell?

Tell what?

I'm on a diet.

Dr. Muffet's high-protein,
no-nosh, 60-day regimen.

I've been on it for five days, Lieutenant.

Doctor said at which time there
should be a noticeable weight loss.

Well, what do you see?

Paul Malloy.

Right on.

All right.

I don't get it, Stavros.

Why are you showing me
a picture of Paul Malloy?

Well, Paul's the one with the identikit,

worked it out with that nurse
from the Clawson Medical Center.

The excited guy that
was looking for Dr. Oliver.

Paul Malloy, the pusher.

Paulie, baby.

Paulie, I've been waiting and
waiting and waiting and waiting for you.

Now, get that print they lifted
off Oliver's watch yesterday.

Paul Malloy's prints,
and if we got a match,

let's see him talk his
way out of this one.

A match.

You pull the sheet?

Of course.

A match to print?

Well, is it tough?

There are over 20 points of identification.

Not to mention the identical diagonal scar.

There's no problem.

Is that right?

Yes, sir.

Oh, yeah.

You kidding?

That takes the fat off in the right places.

It shows, huh?

Huh?

Sorry, Captain.

Guess who?

Paul Malloy.

Any doubts?

I don't know if we're talking about
the Paul Malloy who deals cocaine.

Cocaine, heroin, you name it.

We didn't get him on a drug charge.

How long have we been looking for him now?
Three years?

You know what we got him on?

Homicide.

m*rder one.

How's that hit you, baby?

Now, that's the way I get high.

Hey, Rizzo, get in here.

Whose homicide are we talking about?

Dr. Jefferson Oliver's homicide.

You know, Malloy was in a
sweat looking for the doctor.

Paul Malloy.

Bring him in.
I want to talk to him.

Right.

Maybe he was just looking for the doctor.

How do you know he iced him?

Because, lo and behold,
there's Malloy's thumbprint.

Poop, right on the doctor's watch.

I couldn't be happier.

Oh, Voskowitz, to what do
we owe this pleasure, revision?

Well, sort of a bizarre
sense of curiosity on my part.

I want to see your expression when I give
you the results of Dr. Oliver's autopsy.

There's an opening line that strikes fear.

sh**t.

Okay.

One, Dr. Oliver's nasal
membranes were a mess.

He was a heavy user of cocaine.

A skilled surgeon, sailing along on coke.

Not exactly the kind of guy
I'd want for an incision, so...

Two, the b*llet entered
the chest cavity and nicked

the hepatic artery, but
caused virtually no bleeding.

In other words, it didn't k*ll him.

Hey, what do you mean it didn't k*ll him?

The doctor was a classic textbook stiff,

and I've got the guy who stiffed him.

Three, official cause of death.

And I got no choice in this, Theo.

Natural causes, presumably a coronary.

You know the law better than I do.

Can you nail your suspect for m*rder
if he sh*t a man who's already dead?

Hey, hey, that's the expression I expected.

Wretched frustration.

Hippocrates. b*at it, huh?

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The ME's report is very specific.

The b*llet caused minimal hemorrhaging,

a clear indication that Dr. Oliver
had just d*ed when he was sh*t.

I can't charge Malloy with m*rder. Sorry.

Okay.

What can we bust him for?

Nothing that's gonna put him
where you said you wanted him,

punching out license plates
until the turn of the century.

Who is this guy?

Some big-time narcotics dealer.

The doc would have to have the world's
biggest habit to be buying from Malloy.

Or maybe he was selling to Malloy. Huh?

Ripping off these hospitals,
these medical supply houses,

picking up this pharmaceutical cocaine.
Why not?

Phony prescriptions, things like that.

I think I'll have Crocker check on it.

Or maybe Malloy wanted a new
look, and the doc wouldn't agree.

Or he tried grafting over
his fingerprints and failed.

I remember how mad that made
Mickey Rooney and Babyface Nelson.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Now, Malloy doesn't know that the
doctor was technically dead, right?

So he must think that we got him cold.

Otherwise, why rip up the office?
Why didn't he sh**t him?

I gotta get something out of this Malloy.

Too many things are bothering me.

Hello, Lieutenant.

What are you doing here, Crawford?

At my labors, representing
the legal interests of Mr. Malloy.

What's the charge, anyway?

Why didn't you tell him, Paulie?

The charge is what, Theo?
I didn't quite hear you.

Well, I'm sure you've been briefed.

Your client here was
seen looking for Dr. Oliver.

And two minutes later,
Dr. Oliver was found sh*t dead.

And Paulie's thumbprint found
in a most incriminating location.

I still didn't hear a charge.

I'd say it was your move, Counselor.

What kind of a move would you suggest?

Well, how about a full
confession to begin with?

After that, m*rder, there's
other people involved.

The whole works.
And the more we get, the more we give.

Stavros.

Get ready to take a statement.

Hold it.

Now, we've done a lot of
business in the past, Theo.

And I've always found you to be forthright.

And equitable.

Let's leave it at forthright, shall we?

Now, why haven't you mentioned the charge?

What's the charge, Theo? Say it out loud.

A man is sh*t and lying in a morgue.

A corpse is sh*t, Lieutenant.

I called the morgue.

When they told me the cause of death was
listed as natural, I asked a few questions.

Everybody down there
loves to talk about this one.

Rizzo.

Yeah.

Take this creep and lock
him in the detention cell.

Lieutenant.

There'll be other charges, Crawford.

And they'll be coming shortly.

Nothing I suspect with a very high bail.

Don't sweat it, Malloy.

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How about the Roscoe case?

Excuse me, Captain.
- Yeah.

Lieutenant, most of
Oliver's friends were doctors.

No Rumble of any bad blood between them.

Oliver liked the ladies, but he
didn't have much time for them.

Are you listening, Lieutenant?

The only thing of any interest in Oliver's
apartment was some canceled checks.

One a month to Isabella Ibarra.

Who's she?

Ex-wife. The notation was for alimony.

Oh.

And where is she?

We're looking for her.
First thing in the morning, me and Armas.

Oh, Frank.

Well, we got Malloy.

We don't have him.

I can't stand it.

I wonder what's going on
between him and the doc.

Coke isn't the only thing this
guy was into, I guarantee you.

He must have carried at least 50 pounds of
heroin in his saddlebags through the years.

[Phone rings].

[Phone rings]

Yeah?

You want me to have
supper with you muskets?

Oh, yes. I'm free today.

Now, we go on the premise
that Oliver was a snowbird, right?

A heavy user of cocaine.

So, going ahead with the autopsy, at
the pyloric valve, distally, traces of...

tryptophyn.

My dear Dr. Muskowitz, it's my
hope that you'll enjoy your supper.

And then after that, would you tell
me what you're talking about, okay?

Well, it's a very esoteric thing.

But I remember that... Well, I, uh, had to
go to the books to jog the tempo a little.

There's a class of
dr*gs called tryptophans.

They're antithetical to cocaine.

Taken a little while
before or after or during

the ingestion of cocaine,
they can cause death.

They elevate the a*t*matic
nervous system to the

point where the heart
can't tolerate it anymore.

Especially a heart that's not one
of your niftiest hearts to begin with.

So it stops.

So it stops.

So we got a homicide.

That's your department.

All I'm saying is that Oliver
didn't die a natural death.

So someone helped
him to an unnatural death.

We have a homicide.

And that, my dear Dr. Muskowitz,
is my department already.

Hey.

Death by poisoning.

With a knowledge of medicine,
where is the good Dr. Oliver?

Someone who really knew him.

Knew he snorted coke
who got to him before Malloy.

Morning, gentlemen.

Is that it?

Uh, C-17, H-21, N-04,
pharmaceutical cocaine,

manufactured predominantly by
one Swiss and one American firm.

Harder than anything for a
doctor to get his hands on.

And nobody at Dr. Clausen's
clinic has in suspicious amounts.

Doesn't look like Oliver
was selling to Malloy.

I don't get it, Frank.

I mean, it's poor he's not a hit man.

And he's got to be
desperate to k*ll his Dr. Oliver.

So if it wasn't cocaine, there's
got to be a lot of something at stake.

Well, since Malloy's
not charged with m*rder,

can we get back to the
doctor's other death?

I mean, that's the
homicide that's still open.

Anything else on the doc?

Well, he was a hard worker,
went out with a normal

cross-section of ladies, and
took a trip from time to time.

Trip?

Yeah, he and Clausen
went fishing, that's all.

How'd you find out about it?

I was checking out Oliver's
appointment calendar, okay?

And two weeks ago,
there was this five-day gap.

So I asked his secretary how come.

She said he and
Clausen canceled all their

appointments, rescheduled
them for later, and left town.

To where?

She didn't say, she didn't
know, she wasn't about to tell me.

Very protective lady.

What's the point there?

It's very spur of the moment, isn't it?

Doctor canceling appointments?

It's not the way they usually
plan vacations in Krakow.

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Good morning.

Good morning, Captain.

Mr. P, I... Shut up,
Malloy, and listen.

You know, so far, you were one of the
luckiest bunglers in the city of New York.

Beaten a m*rder rat
because of a heart att*ck.

Yes, sir.

I wouldn't know where
to start if I were to try

to get my money back
with you locked up, would I?

I'm not so sure I'd know either.

I searched in Oliver's
office, except for the safe.

I'm sure the police have
been through that safe.

If they'd have found the money and the
coke in there, I would have heard about it.

And that goes for Dr. Oliver's
car and apartment, I assume?

You're the one who set
up the deal with Oliver.

Was he in this alone?

I thought so.

Well, I think you're stupid, Malloy.

What did Oliver expect to get out of this?

I doubt if he was going to
run away and abandon the

practice of surgery just
to b*at us out of 200,000.

He would have made a nice profit anyway.

Of course, I think he might have
had a partner who double-crossed him.

Somebody who's got the coke and my money.

But if it was his partner
who pulled the double cross,

Oliver would
have told me his name.

We both would have gone after him.

Hey, that heart att*ck
just didn't save my neck.

It saved somebody else's neck, too, huh?

Somebody you have to go after, Malloy.

Now, I understand that
Oliver's boss, Dr. Michael Claussen,

just paid off
over 100,000 to Mickey Rich.

The loan shark?

Just run with what I've told you, Malloy.

Maybe it's worth something.

Maybe not.

And, Malloy, while you are running, run
with a little terror in your life, you know?

Tryphin. Administered how?

Well, my M.E. suspects
that it was dissolved in

a few ounces of whiskey
found in his stomach.

The bottle was found in his
desk, but the glass was missing.

Well, you consider it homicide.

You don't seem surprised to find out
that Dr. Oliver was a user of cocaine.

Ah, well.

Poor Jeff drove himself very hard. I'm
not surprised he needed some sort of jolt.

Yes.

Do you?

No, I get my jolt from
collecting, especially battles.

That's Borodino you're looking at there,
with typical soldiers from each side.

Fascinating strategy Napoleon used.

My hospital...

What sort of an investigation
can we expect as a

result of this first death,
so to speak, of poor Jeff?

Yes, Doctor. Well, you know, whoever k*lled
poor Jeff had a knowledge of medicine.

So that means we have to
check out your entire staff.

Especially those who were in
contact with him or could have

slipped him the drug during those
several hours before his death.

Including me. I only left the
hospital an hour before his death.

Yes, including you, Doctor.

But I really need your help.

You see, I know that you two had a special
relationship, that he was your protege,

that he probably talked to you about
his friends, his problems, his love life.

Did he?

Never.
Mostly we discussed surgical procedures.

Oh, well, how about that trip you took?

Trip?

Yeah, that trip you took a few weeks ago.

You want to talk about things like that?

Especially about things like that.

Oh, well, Jeff and I left the country.

We did a cosmetic operation
on the wife of a very wealthy man.

Oh, well, isn't it usual for the
patient to come to the doctor?

Lieutenant, I've been
taking a bath in the market.

You want to finish it off for me?

I got the picture.

Surgery in Europe,
cash in the pocket, and

let the IRS boys work
it out, right, Doctor?

Where did you go?

Bogota, Colombia.

Bogota?

Ever seen that man before, Paul Malloy?

No, no, never.

Doctor Clossen.

Yes, yes, he is.

Lieutenant.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Yeah?

Yeah, this is Crocker, Lieutenant.

Oliver's ex-wife, Isabella
Ybarra, we found her.

Where is she now?

Well, she was at the morgue,
viewing the remains of her ex-husband.

And now?

Well, she had to fill out some forms to
see the body, and we have an address on it.



Got it, Crocker, thanks.

Lieutenant, this IRS
matter, I hope you don't

construe that as an
admission of some wrongdoing.

Doctor, where was
Napoleon at, uh, Borodino?

Well, I'm like him.

I got enough problems on
my hands with my own battles.

Oh, incidentally, did he win that w*r?

Yes, led directly to the capture of Moscow.

Great.

I hope I get that lucky.

Yes, but, Lieutenant, there was
Waterloo waiting for him after that.

So was Josephine.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Isabel Ibarra?

I'm Lieutenant Kojak.

And I'll like talk to you.

[Music]

You were married to Doctor Oliver.

Right?

A gin, please.

Gin.

Gin.

[Music]

He's dead.

Read the papers.

[Music]

Yeah, how long were you married to him?

[Music]

Nada por nada.

Nothing for nothing.

I lost my alimony, Lieutenant.

I got to be practical.

[Music]

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Don't lead me in with a 20, Lieutenant.

Start with a 50, we keep it there.

No ups.

Who's your man?

[Music]

Ah, I came here 10 years ago.

A student.

Exchanged from Central
America to learn to be a nurse.

Jeff, he was a student in
medical school to be a doctor.

We fell in love and we got married.

How long did it last?

Four years.

[Laughter]

He kicked me out.

Why?

Why?

Because he became a doctor.

A very fine and successful doctor.

And who needs a woman who looks like a
gypsy and wears tight dresses and has no...

No hips.

That's why.

Gin!

Well, tell me.

Why does a woman get kicked out?

Goes pays her final respects to the kicker.

Come on.

I loved him once and we stayed friends.

That's all.

We've been living in two different worlds.

Yeah?

Follow me.

[Music]

You hang out in a junky haven.

Your ex-husband was sniffing coke
and he gets sh*t by a known dope peddler.

Isabella, that's not what
you'd call a different world.

Look, I know you got friends here.

I know you do work for them
from time to time and that's okay.

You want me to put them
on the routine bus list?

We can be an awful party.

No.

Jeff and me, we got
hooked on coke years ago.

We worked sometimes 48 hours without sleep.

But you must pay for it,
so he started pushing it, too.

You will do anything to stay on your feet.

All for money, lieutenant,
when you're a resident.

It is a lousy way for young
doctors to learn their ethics in life.

Why did he keep pushing the cocaine?

- I mean, he was making lots of money.
What did he do with it?

You know, they trap you,
the big pushers, the top men.

Six years ago, a man came to Jeff and said
he wanted to buy $50,000 worth of coke.

Jeff's pusher sold it to Jeff
for $30,000 on credit, no cash.

You know the rest.

Mm-hmm. The setup, right?

He was robbed of the coke.

$50,000 to pay off, 10% a month interest.

You know, you never win.

You turn around years
later, and you owe them more.

Maybe he was looking
to put together that great

big last deal, you know,
get him off his back.

Look, Isabella, did he
ever talk about stealing

cocaine from the hospital
or anything like that?

He tried. It was impossible.

Oh.

Here. Here.

Have breakfast in bed, okay?

Oh, uh, one more thing before
you tuck yourself into bed tonight.

Who was the good doctor in Dead 2?

You ever hear of a man named Paul Malloy?

What is this?

What is it?

What is what?

It's the cocaine.

I don't know what you're talking about.

$200, jeez.
I know what you're going to say.

I know what you're going to say.

I know what you're doing
in coke ridiculous, huh?

I got politicians on my list.

And they ain't even hot
to low shocks like you are.

Or what, before you
double-cross Dr. Oliver?

Please, that's very valuable.

[crashes]

You double-cross your partner if you want.

But not if it double-crosses me.

Wait, wait, wait.

You think that I am dealing
in cocaine with Dr. Oliver?

That doesn't make any sense.

I couldn't afford to put myself
in the position of having him or

someone like you come after
me for the risk of a double-cross.

Maybe you were going to k*ll him.

I don't know and I don't care.

His heart gave out and that was that
for him, but not for you and not for me.

Now give!

Come on, I got other people on my back.

It's in my vault.

By my bank.

I can't do anything about
that until tomorrow morning.

Not good enough.

Then sh**t me.

Are you going to be stupid or
do you want to work this out?

Now listen.

I'll pick you up at Hubert and Greenwich
in the morning at 9.30, all right?

I'll take the tunnel,
go over to New Jersey.

I have a vault there under another name.

Okay, Doc, but don't hit on me.

It's your life.

I understand.

These are the people.

They can't know about me.

They made a good guess.

Then you tell them they were wrong.

Tell them that it was anybody else.

They'll get their money.
They don't care. Can you do that?

I'll give you 25,000 extra just for you.

Okay.

That's for the trip you
put me through, Doc.

Don't let it happen again.

Michael!

What's going on?

Who is that man?
What's he doing here?

I'm going to call the police.

Robin!

Robin, what's going on?

Michael, are you all right?

Uh, yes.

Who was that man?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing that will touch you.

I love you too much for that.

I do.

I know that now more than ever.

I do.

Robin.

Please,

trust me.

Love me too.


Midtown hotels, all in the last six months.

Now, what does that sound
like Dr. Oliver was up to, Frank?

Maybe he was robbing the
towels and was afraid to go back.

He had an apartment.

Five different hotels.

If he used his credit cards, he
wasn't afraid of being identified, sure.

He was worried about the other person.

Now, will you check it out,
Crockett, if all these rooms have

double beds, get a description of
the woman he's trying to protect.

Well, this guy was something.

A doctor who gets m*rder*d twice,
possibly involved in wholesaling

cocaine, and maybe playing
footsie with somebody's wife.

You know what my doctor does for kicks?

He plays the musical saw.

You say Dr. Claussen collects battles?

Oh, battles.

This lady married as a husband.

She and Dr. Oliver were
very cautious about this.

Knew enough about medicine
to knock him off with dr*gs.

Promising?

Very promising.

But then so was frozen chop suey pizza.

Frozen chop suey pizza.

Yeah.

My wife's brother's idea.

How could it fail?

It combined the worst of three cultures.

Disaster.

Somebody say frozen chop suey pizza?

You wanted something?

Yeah.

I checked out that Isabella Ibarra.

What she told you seems pretty accurate.

She had lost her nursing license
because she was swiping morphine.

No.

I just got a bad twitch, Frank.

You know, a lot of bums saw
me talking to her about Malloy.

You get in touch with Rizzo and Saperstein.

Put a complete surveillance on this Malloy.

I want to make sure that
he's not making a move on her.

Yes, sir.

Frozen chop suey pizza.

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[Music]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Now we wait.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

There he goes.

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You weren't followed?

I wasn't followed.

Did you do what I asked?

I told my people you were out of it.

Maybe you were followed.

You're the amateur, Doc.

I can assure you, Malloy,
I've been as cautious about all

of my arrangements as though I
were operating on my own heart.

You see, I put up the capital
in Central America from my fee.

Dr. Oliver actually purchased the cocaine.

He carried it back on him.

He made the arrangements with you.

All I did was switch it for milk
sugar shortly before you arrived.

Oliver never even knew.

What if he didn't have a heart att*ck?

We both would have gone after you.

You see, it wasn't a heart att*ck.

The police did stumble
on that fact, but no matter.

I defied them to blame it on me.

You k*lled him.

Yeah, between the time I picked
up the phone, he called and cut back.

Generals and surgeons, Mr. Malloy,
both must be masters at perfect timing.

You see, my target was all of
the cocaine and all of the money.

Oliver dead could never
reveal my involvement.

Hey, Cole, a maneuver is brilliant
as sepios forced march at night,

which led to the defeat of
Hannibal at the gates of Rome.

Except for me.

Except for you.

[Tense Music]

[Police Siren]

Paul Malloy.

Now he'll never tell us why
he pulled the trigger on Oliver.

Well, he's sure not going to tell
us who pulled the trigger on him.

Okay, get over.

You know, between them, Rizzo and
Saperstein have 18 years as detectives.

They had to get sucked
in by some junkie that

Malloy hired to wear
his coat and drive his car.

Yeah, well, Malloy outsmarted
himself more than us.

You know, maybe he picked up the
junk in Colombia and sold it to Malloy.

Theo, it's the poisoning of
Dr. Oliver that's important now.

You're b*ating a dead horse
with Malloy and the cocaine.

Look, we rule out the
cocaine as a motive in

Oliver's k*lling, so
what are we left with?

A jealous husband who knows his medicine.

Lieutenant Oliver was playing with it
one day, and there's no doubt about it.

But he was very careful. He took these
hotel rooms, but she must have sneaked them.

Because we have no identification
on her from any source whatsoever.

What about the list of
Dr. Oliver's female patients?

Any women married to doctors on it?

Well, Captain, nobody he's operated
on lately except for his boss's wife.

Mrs. Claussen? What would he
operate on her for? She's a knockout.

Well, Lieutenant, according to my
report, the lady is 51 years of age.

You're kidding.

Dr. Oliver and Mrs. Claussen.


I'm not embarrassed by it.

You see, I have, for
a little while at least,

the wisdom of age and
the appearance of youth.

Well, Dr. Oliver did a magnificent job.

Did he work from photographs
of you when you were younger?

No, actually, I don't think I looked
very much like this when I was 30.

Jeff added a few touches of his own.
The nose and in through here.

He used to make me laugh
the way it tilted off to one side.

I'm telling you all of this,
Lieutenant, because--

Well, I'm certain that you can find
out anything you want to,

if you want to.

But tell me, Lieutenant, why am I suddenly
the center of all of this attention?

Well, why are you
volunteering all this information?

So I won't be digging into your past?

Oh, Lieutenant, dig all you like.

I have been.

Let's see.

The Midtown Hotel, the Parkham
Hotel Lodge, Ravenswood Hotel,

the Broadway Hotel, all within


Checked in the name of
Dr. Oliver mid-afternoon.

Well, I'm afraid that I don't understand.

Mrs. Clausen, it wouldn't
be difficult to check

on your whereabouts
during these precise times.

Surely, Lieutenant, there's no reason
to go into this sort of speculation now.

Isn't there?

Your husband could have had a private
detective following either one of you.

Shall I ask him?

No.
No, I doubt if my husband ever suspected that

a woman my age,

married to him for 20
years, could be so...

I'm sure there must be a perfect word
for it in Italian or some other language.

Lusty, Lieutenant. It's the best I can do.

Let's just say that it was a rather odd
side effect of my new youthful appearance.

But really, Lieutenant, you are on
the wrong track about my husband.

Am I?

Your husband's quite a collector.

All these beautiful and rare things.

Who suggested the operation?

Michael did.

You know something I find very strange?

I mean, your husband
claims to be in such financial

pressures, you know,
Wall Street and all that,

and yet I see everything's
intact, the cabinets are filled.

They're all symbols to Michael.

Success, order, status, respect.

He couldn't bear to part
with a single one of them.

Including yourself, Mrs. Clausen?

Now look, if you can help us find Dr. Oliver's
m*rder*r, you will help, won't you?

My telephone number, in
case you want to reach me.

Unless, of course, you
want to talk to me now.

Did you see the lady?

We were right.
She was having a fling with Dr. Oliver.

But if she knows anything that ties it into
her husband's m*rder, she's not talking.

All I need is one big
number for bingo, Frank.

How about C-25?

What does that mean?

Caliber 25, that's the slug
they took out of Malloy.

Left twist, three lands, very obscure.

It's hardly what you'd expect
if it were a gangland k*lling.

Like a g*n a collector
might have acquired, right?

Years ago, impossible to trace.
Probably at the bottom of the river.

Dr. Clausen k*lling Malloy?

Help.

I thought we had him nicely
packaged as a jealous husband.

Now he's back somehow tied up
with Malloy in the cocaine trade?

Lieutenant.

What is it?

Lab thought you might like to see this.

Malloy was wearing those
crepe-sol shoes when he was k*lled,

and these particles were
wedged into the rubber.

Analysis indicates
fragments to be an alloy of

tin and lead with
microscopic traces of red paint.

That stuff couldn't have
stayed in his shoes long.

What's tin and lead and red all over?

Soldiers. Tin soldiers.

You know, I got it. Something happened
to those battlefields at Clausen's.

His wife even picked up a broken
soldier from the floor while I was there.

Malloy at Clausen's?
He claimed he never even saw him.

Theo, could you get your hands on one of
those broken soldiers to send to the lab?

Come on, Crocker.

I'll do the talking and
you swipe the soldier.

Robin, I canceled two appointments.

This is a lot more important
than one of your stupid breast jobs.

Well, what is it?

That man that was here
last night, did you hire him?

What on earth for?

To sh**t Jeff Oliver.

I don't believe what you said.

That doesn't make the slightest sense.

Jeff Oliver was dying
of an overdose of dr*gs.

Why on earth sh**t him?

But how could you know he was dying?

That's not logical, Michael, unless
you're the one who gave him the overdose.

Robin, you're twisting words.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch you.

After last night...

Oh, Michael, you are such a liar.

Last night was the payoff, wasn't it?

Only I wasn't supposed to see that man.

I wasn't supposed to ask any questions.

I wasn't supposed to think.

What in the hell are you talking about?

All of a sudden, you tell
me you love me again.

And therefore, I'm
supposed to love you again.

Stand by you and tell the police
anything you want me to tell them.

Or not tell them anything
you want me to tell them.

My God, Michael.

You slept with me for the
first time in all these months.

Just for my silence.

That's not true.

Yes, it is too true.

Otherwise, why all of a sudden, after all
the years of being just a part of this...

This living room of all of your fame?

You little...
- You little what?

I'm a 52-year-old woman, shoved
into a new face and a new body.

Restored like one of
your precious antiques.

Let go of me. Let go of me.

Your fame.

Your... Robin, what?

Are you out of your mind?

Why on earth would I k*ll Jeff Oliver?

Oh, come off it, Michael.

Because Jeff was my lover and
you knew it and you couldn't stand it.

I don't believe you.

You and Jeff?

Oh, come on, Michael.

You knew it.
You hired a private detective to follow us.

That's who that man was.

Oh, Robin, please. That man had
nothing to do with you and Jeff Oliver.

Well, maybe we will just
let the police decide this.

Michael, you did. You k*lled Jeff
because of me. I know that now.

Robin, please listen to me.

It's not why he d*ed.
It had nothing to do with you.

I didn't even know about you and Jeff.

But to go to the police now for the wrong
reason, that's more than I could bear.

Jeff is dead all because of me.

I can't stand it. I can't stand this.

I can't stand it.

Robin!

Let go of me. Let go of me.

Let go of me.

[thud].

[music]

Oh, Dr. Claussen, I presume?

I'm busy, Lieutenant.

Wait a minute. I thought you were leaving.

You have no right to barge in here.

Well, I really came to see Mrs. Claussen.

[music].

She's dying.

Save her.

Hurry up.

Yeah, this is Crocker. Get
an ambulance over here

to 412 East River Drive,
apartment 4C. Hurry!

[music]

She's not breathing.

[music]

[moans]

[music]

[moans]

Lieutenant.

Doctor.

I think the battle's over.

[music]