05x11 - Case Without a File

[bunniefuu]

Hey, when this guy shows up,
give me about a half hour, OK?

And you can stay here, or uh...

go for a drink.

I love you, Larry.

I want to be as close to you as I can.

Me too, sweetheart.

But right now, I gotta go.

Please prepare a letter to my
attorney, Miss Socrates, would you?

Inform them to settle with my wife

for $2,000 a month,

for...until she gets married, or three years.

Oh, make me a reservation in
Bermuda for this weekend, would you?

Nice hotel and a double bed.

You're late. Took my time.

Wanted to be sure I wasn't followed.

Five thousand. Five?

You'll get the rest next month.

Hm.

Larry!

Oh no!

Larry! Oh, no, Larry!

Larry!

'Make me a reservation in Bermuda
for this weekend, would you?

Nice hotel and a double bed.'

Lieutenant, the victim was shot
with a handgun, possibly a 32.

Central got a call from a female
anonymous caller at 3:19am.

Crocker, this is Larry Jordan's
partner, Nelson Hewett. Hi.

We went to the academy
together a couple of light years ago.

This dictation was for you, Miss Socrates?

And you have no idea who
was gonna occupy the other

half of the double bed over the Bermuda triangle?

Whoever she was, I really feel sorry for her.

Larry was in love this time.

You could tell just the way he
walked in every morning. Yeah.

The wife or the girlfriend,

you have no idea who could
have made that anonymous call?

Probably the girlfriend, whoever she is.

You mean he didn't tell you?

He wanted to square things away
with Joan first, that was his wife.

Oh yes. As little trouble as possible.

For himself, that's more like it. Joan.

This woman, she must have had something over him

to pull him away from me.

Yeah, well, we're trying to
determine that, Mrs Jordan...

..as soon as we find out who she is.

She has long hair, dark.

It comes out all over everything.

She wears some awful sort of red lip gloss.

Any idea what her name is?

I didn't need a name,

just a jacket of Larry's he
wore out with her one night,

before he finally asked for the divorce.

Where's his body?

Downtown. Do you want me to get a man to take you?

No.

This part of my life is over.

Just like that.

No chance she could have pulled the trigger, huh?

If she had enough passion to do that, he
would have been a hell of a lot happier with her.

How about his cases? Anybody
there might have k*lled him?

We were partners, Theo, but we
didn't work on many cases together.

I brought in mostly bad news, he brought in the good.

You're gonna have to go
through his files yourself, Theo.

'Hello, I'm trying to reach Jocelyn Mayfair.'

who is this?

I'm an insurance agent.

A client of ours copied down her licence number

when he was clipped by her
Caddy Convertible the other night.

The Bureau of Motor Vehicles has her at this address

care of Mrs Marion Mayfair.

Well, they can have her,
period, but not at this address.

Where can I reach your daughter, Mrs Mayfair?

This is her aunt and not her mother

and I am certainly not her answering service.

If you will excuse me, I'm very busy.

Missing heir to a small fortune,
case closed, one year ago.

There was a bunch of stolen vehicles.

He must have tracked down either for
the owners or the insurance companies.

Not exactly Sam Spade on a
trail of deadly game, if you ask me.

Maybe...

Maybe his mysterious girlfriend

had a highly offended husband of her own.

Maybe, Frank.

'Car in possession of one
William Wood, age thirty-two,

arrested 6/19/65 NYPD on
charges GLA, released 6/21/65,

arrested...'

These are BC| statistics, Frank.

How's a private eye get yellow
sheets from inside the force?

He finds a bad cop and records and buys them.

'..sentenced 12/14/69, two years GLA,

according to Nelson's source...

parentheses, Frank, $300, end parentheses.

Jordan paid Nelson $300 for information,

from a secret informant in the police department?

Let's find out about that
source while you're on this case.

Our files in the wrong hands
could be pretty dangerous.

Frank, our files in the wrong
hands could be a disaster!

Lieutenant, whoever that woman was who used that

phone to call us from
Jordan's office wiped it clean.

And Ballistics confirmed that he was shot with a 32.

Nothing special on it so far, though.

And his wife claims that she
was home at the time and asleep,

and we can't find anyone who saw her leave the house,

but they're still working on it. Right, thanks.

OK. Let's wrap it up.

She couldn't be a part of this, could she? Uh-uh,

Donna spent that night with me.

It's been an on and off thing for about a year now.

Those tears for Larry are real.

Sorry. Who's that couple over there?

Guy's name is Phil Green.

Came to see us a few months ago.

He's a bartender at some club, she's a singer,

only he figured, maybe it should be 'swinger',

He was wrong about her, she was slipping away

from him to see a doctor
about some medical problem.

You know, on Jordan's files, there's confidential

BCI information on some
car thief he was checking out.

Also, I know he brought that information from you.

Now look, Nels, you Left the
force because your hands were tied.

All of a sudden you can't live without it, how come?

So I got a copy of the records. You know how
much he charges for a run through the records?

Anything from 200 to 1,000 bucks a cop.

If the authorities fall on me,
I'm looking at a felony rap.

Sometimes we need that information. Understand?

Now, can we get back to my partner's m*rder?

That cop's got to go, Nels. Do you understand?

No way, Theo. No way do I give him up

no more than you'd give up the stool yourself.

Hey, it's important.

More important than Larry's k*ller?

Hi.

So is Nelson with you? No, he's not, Lieutenant.

He was supposed to be in
Albany on a case this morning.

He delayed it for the funeral.
He should be back tomorrow night.

Nels told me. I put out everything
I could find on Larry's desk.

Oh, and uh...it's Donna.

OK, Donna.

Nels used to be a cop. Worked with
you for a while, I understand. That's right.

Ever think about being a private
investigator? No, not really.

No? Well, I always wanted to work for one.

You know who affected my
life more than anybody else? No.

That girl Sam, remember? David Janssen's secretary

when he used to be that private
investigator, Richard Diamond.

What a relationship!

You know they never even met, just
talked on the phone? You're kidding!

Hey, want a shot? um...

OK, sweetheart.

Cheers, right?

Cheers.

Ah, excuse me for barging in, but then I usually do.

Wonderly is the name, Ma Wonderly.

Wonderly's Wonderful Wheels.

I have the finest used car agency in Queens.

Have a drink

Off brand. Good though. Good.

Terrible what happened to Mr
Jordan. Oh, did you know Mr Jordan?

I talked to him on the telephone

the afternoon of the day he was k*lled.

He was gonna handle a case for me.

Uh, excuse me.

Don't forget to keep notes on the recorder,
or I can't make out the reports, Oh, right.

Well, do you mind if, um...

No, why don't you grab a chair?
Uh-huh, thank you very much.

Now, how about you?

You free to take a case?

You Look like a man a woman
can put her trust in. Really?

Excuse me.

Yeah? Listen, I log in every
phone call each partner makes.

There's no way that woman spoke to Larry

without my having a record of it.

If he didn't tell me about it, there's
something suspicious in that too, right?

Right. Alright, thank you, Miss Socrates.

Um... I'll get on it as quick as I can. Thank you.

Now, where are we?

Oh yeah.

Um...

Saturday the 15th.

Interview in the office with uh... Mrs Wonderly.

My name is Kojak. Go ahead, Mrs Wonderly. sh**t.

Well, Mr Jordan is supposed
to locate a broad who rips me off

for a $12,000 Cadillac Convertible.

Jocelyn Mayfair.

She makes the down payment and
for three months I ain't seen her since.

I carried the loan myself, dummy.

Hm. Well, you've gotta have an address.

Oh sure. Let's see.

It was care of Mrs Marion Mayfair, 940 Parklane,

East Hampton, Long Island.'

When I call up to find her, the butler hangs up.

I talk to the aunt, she hangs up.

Well, you've got a bill of sale,

numbers on a vehicle, something
like that? Oh yeah, right here.

Now, do not talk to her.

She may run away again.

Just find out where she is
and I will do the rest, you got it?

That's $100 a day plus expenses later.

Hm, you got some racket!

This isn't your local gendarmerie, you know.

This is a private personal service.

Yeah, yeah, I know, personal service.

Alright, here. Fifty, fifty. Thanks, Mama.

Uh-huh, talk to you later. Bye.

That lady is lying left, right and sideways to you.

I'll take that. We cut it pretty close to the bank.

That close?

How was Jordan to come up with the 2,000 a month

to pay out the money to
his old lady? Good question.

No answer.

OK now, when you go to
Long Island, keep your receipts.

And take the recorder, keep your report up to date.

Here's one of Nelson's ID
cards. I typed in your name. Great.

Donna, sweetheart, I work for the city, remember?

Well, you let Ma Wonderly find out about that,

maybe that's the last she ever talks to you.

Don't use the tin, I'm telling
you. Could blow your only Lead.

Don't you know anything about this business?

Now, if you need me for anything else...

I know, I saw the picture. Erm...

Just pucker up and whistle, eh?

Got it!

Yeah, I'm Mr Kojak.

Ah, thanks.

Mayfair? Yes, yes, Mr Kojak.

why this sudden interest in my peripatetic niece?

Well, I've been hired by someone she owes money to.

I wonder if she often gets in this kind of trouble?

Jocelyn is the offspring of
my pecunious younger brother,

who went out West, never returned.

And would you extinguish that
cigarette? Eloise is coughing.

Oh. Oh sorry, Eloise.

Sadly enough, she ended
up as a girl of very bad habits.

She now has an apartment in the Village

and is married to a very com men sort of man.

Ah. Well, this rather common sort of detective

wants to know if she bought
herself a rather uncommon car?

That convertible, bought it herself? I doubt it.

I think she had her husband-to-be
buy it for her instead of a ring.

And now any further mention of Jocelyn

will make me feel guilty
for not bringing her up better.

And when I feel guilty, I drink.

And when I drink, I become impossible.

And since it's simply bad
manners to agitate small birds,

I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir.

Oh, Mrs Mayfair, you know, I... I don't Like

stirring up anybody's
canaries early in the morning.

All I want is Jocelyn Mayfair's current address.

I've asked you to leave, sir.



down in the Village, top floor.

Now, get out, quickly. Thanks.

Uh, Eloise, sweetheart,

get yourself a couple of aspirins
and give me a chirp in the morning.

Uh, Jocelyn Mayfair?

Excuse me, but I got this address from your
aunt and she seemed to think... Who are you?

Oh.

My name's Kojak, Theo Kojak.

I guess I'm stuck with being a private investigator.

And my aunt sent you?

Oh, what cruel timing that woman has!

Look, I don't mean to make matters worse, but uh -

Make matters worse?

That's a joke!

My aunt...

Oh, she'd love the pleasure of seeing me like this.

What does she want, a report on me?

A certificate I'm more miserable than she is?

Look, uh, Jocelyn...

Oh, please don't tell my
aunt that you saw me like this.

She didn't even send me.

It was Ma Wonderly. I came to see about
the payments on the Cadillac that you bought.

I'm sorry to bring it up. Payments?

I don't even owe any Ma
Wonder... whatever her name is.

Phil bought me that car when we were married.

He paid cash.

Not according to her.

What about according to Motor Vehicle Bureau?

Did you call them? The car is paid for in full.

Well, if you're right -

I'm not a liar and I don't appreciate that.

Would you just go? Just go! Just...

Well, uh, I'm sorry, Jocelyn.

Leave!

Now, the Cadillac registered to Jocelyn Mayfair,

she paid cash on date of
purchase from Newton Autosales

on Staten Island, just like
she said. All right, thanks.

Well? What now?

well, what now?

Now, I'm gonna go see Mama Wonderly,

and I'm gonna tell her that Papa
Kojak would Like to hear the truth.

A car?


guy who was using it for friends' funerals. Yeah,

Zero to 60 at 9.4 seconds. That's not what I'm after.

Economy you want? Economy
you get with this car right here,

Ma Wonderly. It's Ma Wonderly I want.

And I'm not buying, I'm selling!

Oh, hello, Mr Kojak. Wow! News already?

You could call it news, Mama.

Well, Jocelyn, uh...

says she didn't even buy the car,
her boyfriend did. And he paid cash.

And he didn't buy it from you, my little chickadee.

I told you not to talk to that girl.
So now I'm telling you, butt out,

from my office and from my investigation!

You give me the address and I will handle it.

If that nice Mr Jordan was handling my case.

That nice Mr Jordan never had
an assignment for you, Mama.

So why do you want Jocelyn Mayfair's address?

Ha ha, a private eye?

I got to tell you nothing!

Peekaboo!

You see, I work both sides of the streets, Mama.

Come on, let's have the truth.

Look, uh...

to get a private eye to do a job for you right away,

you think it's easy?

I read in the newspaper that
this detective Jordan was dead

and I thought I'd go down

and say he took my case already. Understand?

That tells me how. Now you tell me why.

Come here, Mr Kojak, I have something to show you.

Wonderly is dead these 10 years.

Now, I have, uh...

I have met a young man,

vigorous. You mean him?

Later in my life comes...love.

You can see how I couldn't
stand to lose such a hunk of man.

Jocelyn Mayfair, I found a name on a matchbook.

His matchbook.

He said she means nothing to him, but...

every time he plays poker with his friends,

he gets home later and later.

And he never wins.

I see. And you want to sit across
the street from her on poker night

to see what kind of a flush you're getting.

I got a right, Mr Kojak.

This is my whole happiness here.

Sit down, Mama, and write down what I tell you, OK?

Yeah, that's uh... 189, West Houston Street,

apartment 5-D, as in de-dum.

Hey, Ma...

a young man isn't everything.

If only I could set back my speedometer.

Yeah, well you're selling yourself short, baby.

I can see you're an outdoor type of person. Oh, yeah.

Hello?

Just what you need for your wife and kids

for those crazy weekends in the mountains. Beautiful.

You like it, huh? Mm-hmm.

How much? It's a steal. We'll talk about it.

It's a bargain. Hurry back.

Now this squares us.

Get out of my Life, do you understand?

I forgot my hat.

Oh...yeah.

Yeah, well er...you've got to
give us old guys a shot, too.

And now to see, Mama, if your fish or foul.

Hello? Hello. Yeah. Yes, this is Ma.

The detective just Left. He
said the Mayfair girl's address

is 189 West Houston Street, apartment 5-D.

Now that squares us already.
Get out of my life, understand?

Ladybird, you is foul.

Hello? Hello. Yeah. Yes, this is Ma.

The detective just Left. He
said the Mayfair girl's address

is 189 West Houston Street, apartment 5-D.

Now that squares us already.
Get out of my life, understand?

Crocker?

If you want him, you're going to
have to yell a lot Louder than that.

Hey, Nelson's on his way back in from Albany.

Well, I gotta go.

But I'll tell you what, he'll call me.

OK.

Hey, hi, Theo, you got anything new?

Nothing. Except some woman
comes in, claims she hired Joan

to locate a car. Went through the files, nothing.

Name Ma Wonderly. Mean anything to you?

Nope, never heard of her.

How about your informant with BCI?

Come on, no way, Theo.

If the department wants to
subpoena my files, tell them to forget it,

because I took any and all
reference to him out of there yesterday.

Sorry. Nice of you.

Right, one more time.

The number is 7-5-3-5-5-0...

Obviously you missed me. Leave
your name, number, date and time of call.

If I consider it important, I'll get back to you.

It's an answering machine.

OK. See who it's listed to.

And do it quietly. Don't use my
name officially, because whoever it is

put Ma Wonderly up to hire me.

They probably don't even know I'm a cop,

so don't start spooking them now.

What's he after, Lieutenant?
So far, just the Mayfairs' address.

I didn't come here to dance the tango with you, Mama.

I just want the name of the guy you phoned

when I was here talking to you last.

Well, I don't know what you're... Come on.

And what'd you do to square
yourself with him? And why?

What's he got on you, anyhow?

I mean, here, signing phony contracts, maybe?

Or selling repossessions to
dummy corporations that kick back?

Maybe fencing hot cars.

You know, there's an investigation
that could stand reopening.

Stop it!

You sound just like him.

He...

He was going to get me for something in my past.

So he...he gets a couple of hundred dollars a month,

Cash. I Leave it outside, he picks it up.

So, the other day, he calls me
and he says no more shakedown

if I go to Jordan's partner

and get him to track down Miss Jocelyn Mayfair.

He gives me the licence
and the description of the car.

You tell me why.

I don't know. Please, please,

can I forget about this now, please?

Mama, maybe you ought to forget
about that baulking bac-la-la there.

But who takes advice they don't want to hear, huh?

Man who called Ma Wonderly, name's Ray Smith.

Probably an alias.

One room, a mail drop.

Stake it out, Crocker. I'm
going to Jordan's apartment.

Jocelyn, just go to the police,
tell them that you saw Larry's k*ller.

I didn't see him that well.

How well did he see you?

That's what worries me. And
suppose he comes looking for you.

Here, in Larry's apartment?

Where I've never even stayed once.

Oh, don't worry.

Jocelyn...

you know how much I love you.

Oh, you are very precious to me.

And we will always, always be friends.

You mean it? I swear.

Then come back to the apartment.

Stay there tonight while I'm at work.

I want one night by myself,

here, with Larry's memories.

You have to understand that.

At least it'll make me feel you're
safer. I've got another at the bar.

You know how to use it?

If I have to, I will.

Come on!

Car belongs to one Phil Brean, aged 26.

Address of record with his
mother, Princes Bay, Staten Island.

Mother says he's got an apartment in Manhattan

since he was married last spring,
but she doesn't have an address.

Phil Brean.

Yeah, that fits.

He came to Jordan's office about three months ago,

wanted to have his old lady followed.

I wonder what he's doing in Jordan's apartment.

Has he got a yellow sheet?

A couple of as*ault charges
that were dropped. Got a job?

He's a bartender on Staten Island.
He works nights at a beach side joint

near Cook's Point, it's called The Boathouse.

Can I help you? Do you ever see
that picture, what was it...Scarf ace.

Where's Phil? He's on the phone over there.

Oh. And his wife's name is er...

Jocelyn? Hey...

Oh.

Here, the real thing.

Yeah, that's her name. I thought she was a blonde.

She is, but the boss likes
brunettes, so she wears a wig.

I see.

What was her name before she
got married, do you know? Mayfair.

You married? Me? No.

What's your name? Jeff.

Look er...Jeff, we never talked, do you understand?

Yeah. Thanks.

Jocelyn. Jocelyn, please!

Jocelyn, please don't go back there.

If that detective came looking
for something at Larry's place,

then maybe somebody else will. Alright, all right.

No, I will leave you alone tonight.

I wouldn't want anybody following me there anyhow.

Good night, Jocelyn.

Sure. Yeah, without the wig,
you're just plain Mrs Phillip Brean.

But with the wig on,

the very attractive singer
Larry Jordan fell in love with.

Get out of here. You don't have any right being here.

I'm Lieutenant Theo Kojak,
Manhattan South NYPD, like that.

Well then why all the business
with the Cadillac? What's it about?

well, I was er...

hired to find your address and they
were using Ma Wonderly for it, too.

I managed to steer them off
by giving them a phony address

until we put this whole thing
together. Is he Larry's k*ller?

Oh, I don't know that. But your husband, Phil,

he's got to be a prime suspect for this, right?

Phil? Oh...Phil loves me.

He loves me a lot.

He got me my job, I helped him
kick the drinking habit, we got married.

I thought his love could carry me, until I met Larry.

And when Larry got k*lled,
you called the police, right?

Yes.

Then why didn't you give a description?

I don't know. I was scared.

I saw a figure leaving, but I don't
think I could give a description.

Were you here earlier this afternoon?

Who hit me with the sledgehammer?

Phil, but he was just trying to
protect me, like he always does.

Yeah. Well, I'm trying to protect you, too.

If somebody's Looking for your address,

that means they're out to get you,

so maybe it's a good idea if you stay here tonight.

I've got the location of an
office that the suspect uses.

And, hopefully, he might go there again tomorrow,

and if he does, we might have enough
evidence by then to put him away.

Hopefully? well, look, you
know, we're trying our best,

but I can't give you any guarantees.

You've got to get him.

well, we're trying. Please don't leave me.

I'm so scared.

Please, help me. Help me make it through the night.

I'm so scared if someone is really trying to get me.

Thank you.

Theo, I need to know what's
new on Hewett's police informant

and records, when are we going to discuss that?

Frank, don't worry, OK?

Look, Frank, here's what I'd like to do.

It means playing a little trick on Nels.

Theo, you mean to tell me Phil Brean k*lled Larry?

why? well...

there's Jocelyn. After all, his
wife was Jordan's secret lover.

Well, for God's sakes, put Brean away fast.

I can't, Nelson. well, why not?

Look, I take orders from my captain, OK?

He says that it's all very
circumstantial, no evidence.

Is he at least under surveillance? I think so.

You think so? Then I'll keep an eye on him myself.

What the hell is wrong with you all of a sudden?

Nels...

I want the name of your police informant.

What is this, a swap for Larry's k*ller?

I don't believe you.

OK. Think about it.

Crocker, go. Three—to—one
Nelson's calling him right now.

Hi. I'd like the file on Brean, Phillip D.

Male, Caucasian, mid-30s, about... Oh, wait a minute,

Brean, I know that file. That was
checked out about ten minutes ago.

Oh... Well, maybe I can look over his shoulder.

Detective Jackson Kilpatrick.

The man at the back in the grey suit.

Is that you, Nels?

This is going to cost you five big ones, Nelson,

OK, on this guy, Brean. Don't have much on him,

Phil Brean didn't k*ll Larry Jordan.

I just told you that so you'd
run to your big mouth cop at BCl.

So you could put a trace on Phil Brean's file.

Right to Detective Jackson Kilpatrick.

Hey, look.

He wasn't just selling you information, you know.

He was using police records to
shake down Ma Wonderly for cash

and who knows some of the others.

OK. So he's a crook and
it's a crooked way to get info.

Now if Phil Brean didn't m*rder Larry...who did?

Nels, I don't know, but
er...we're going to make this case.

I promise you.

He's got to show up downstairs
sooner or later, Stavros.

I bet he picks up his mail,
clears his answering machine

and gets out of his office in five minutes flat.

He's one careful cookie.

Yeah? Somebody gave Kilpatrick
three shots in the stomach with a 32.

They must have staked out the place for hours.

Saperstein and Stavros didn't
even get a look at the k*ller.

Kilpatrick? Yeah, Smith and
Kilpatrick, they're the same person.

But nobody else knew where
that office was but us. I know.

You better have Nels keep his
head down for a couple of days.

You know who's going to be next and why? I don't.

Yeah, OK. Thanks, Frank.

Somebody just took off Kilpatrick. What?

Kilpatrick, I think he k*lled Larry Jordan.

Kilpatrick? Kilpatrick didn't even know Larry.

You said you took any reference of your informant

out of your files, the other day.

Well, Larry could've run in them before, eh?

Hey, look, Nels, you better lay low for a while, OK?

I'm going to go talk to
Jocelyn and I'LL call you Later.

Theo, hi.

I looked for you at Larry's apartment.

Then I drove around, thinking,
trying to put all the pieces together.

Jocelyn, we got Larry's m*rder*r. Who was it?

A cop named Kilpatrick, he was on the take.

Larry was blackmailing him to
get the money for his divorce.

Oh, he would've been better off if he'd never met me.

Oh...come on.

Forget that, you had nothing to do with it.

About last night, Theo,

I don't want you to think that
I'm... Easy. Come on, I know.

You were frightened, alone.

You're beautiful.

Thank you for being so understanding. Mm-hmm.

Where's Phil? Oh, he went
outside, to the end of the pier.

He had a few too many drinks, I'm afraid.

Jocelyn, did you husband have a g*n?

You know, most bartenders have a licence. Well, sure.

why?

Brean?

Brean, where are you?

What do you want, Kojak? Larry's m*rder*r.

He was k*lled this afternoon,
about six. Where were you?

I was setting up the bar, ask anyone.

How about you? Erm...at six I
was still in Larry's apartment.

I called Larry's apartment about six.

Then I called a few minutes
after. well, I didn't know it was you.

And I Let it ring and ring and ring.

Well, I know, but I put a pillow
over the telephone the second time -

I'm sorry, Jocelyn.

I never called, not even once.

'Help me make it through the night.' Oh, yeah.

And while you were making it through the night,

you took Kilpatrick's office
number from my little black book.

And how about your g*n, Phil, did you lend it to her?

We got the slugs, you know.
Ballistics'll make a match.

You might as well tell me. You
got it wrong, Kojak, I k*lled him.

Hey...she's worth sacrificing a lot over,

but not everything.

She loved Larry.

She had the passions he needed. She
had the passions to avenge his death.

Now shut up! No, Phil! Please don't -

He's the only one that knows enough to bring you in.

Phil, you've been drinking! Please
don't. Let me do this one for you.

Now down those stairs.

Move,

Phil!

Oh...

What's going on?

Get a squad car down here, fast.

You k*lled him.

He's all right, just knocked out.

But...then he'll confess.

You heard him.

You know he will.

Please, Theo.

I can't go to prison.

I couldn't stand it.

You know whatever I did, it was for Love, for Larry.

For a man that cared for me the way he did.

Jocelyn, we all cared for you.

You've got whatever it takes to make that easy.

Then protect me, Theo, please.

So I k*lled, Kilpatrick. I admit it.

That's the kind of woman I am.

Can't you make allowances for that?

You'll get the best of me now. I swear it.

It's true, Theo.

You know what else is true, Jocelyn? I'm a cop.

It's about time I started acting like one.

'So I k*lled Kilpatrick. I admit it.

That's the kind of woman I am.

Can't you make allowances for that?

You'll get the best of me now. I swear it.

You know what else is true, Jocelyn? I'm a cop.

It's about time I started acting like one.