Once upon a time,
there were three little girls
who went to the police academy,
two in Los Angeles...
the other, in San Francisco,
and they were each assigned
very hazardous duties...
but I took them
away from all that,
and now they work for me.
My name is Charlie.
♪ Tripping To the morning ♪
♪ Need a friend tonight ♪
♪ Can you spare a
dollar For the fare? ♪
♪ But if I'm tasting sunshine
In the morning light ♪
♪ I'm hoping All my friends... ♪
What you're hearing,
ladies and gentlemen,
is a recording made
earlier this evening
by the WLTR mobile news unit
of the Amy Waters
performance at the Concert Hall.
The internationally
acclaimed singing star
appeared to suffer an
emotional breakdown
halfway through her performance.
She ran from the stage,
and as yet, there
has been no report...
Listen... I keep
forgetting your name.
Lenny.
Right.
I gotta make a phone call.
Then we'll go to
the police station.
Okay?
I forgot.
He took all my money.
You know, I'm good
for the fare, Lenny.
I know that, Miss Waters.
I... I need a dime.
You're good people, Lenny.
Yes?
Daddy?
Honey... Where'd you
go? Where you been?
I don't know.
I've just been riding around.
Daddy... Can I come home?
Do you have to ask?
I really want to
come home, Daddy.
I want to...
I want to make things
right this time, you know?
I know, dear, I know.
I've been worried
sick about you.
Everybody has.
Police are here
asking about you.
Would you keep them
there, Daddy, because...
I have something
I want to tell them.
I love you, Daddy.
We don't have to go
to the police
station now, Lenny.
They're at my dad's.
We'll go there.
Whatever you say, Miss Waters.
This is the place.
Good night.
Okay.
Good night, Lenny.
Hey, Amy!
Hey, Amy... How are you?
Hey.
What... What are you doing here?
No! No! No!
Shh.
Shh. Quiet. Quiet, Amy.
Quiet.
Please... Oh, please, don't.
No... Let go of me...
♪ Tripping to the morning ♪
♪ Need a friend tonight ♪
♪ Can you spare a
dollar For the fare? ♪
♪ But if I'm tasting sunshine
In the morning light ♪
♪ Sure I'm hoping All
my friends are there ♪
♪ Tripping to the morning ♪
They've been briefed, Charlie.
Amy Waters was one of
my favorite artists, Angels.
I want to know why she d*ed.
Well, Charlie, the
newspapers said
it was a heroin overdose.
I know, Sabrina.
Amy did have a
history of drug abuse,
but her father insists
that she was
straightening herself out.
Interesting thing, Charlie.
All her arrests
were for cocaine.
I mean, as far as anybody
knows, she never touched heroin.
Another thing, Charlie.
The police report said there
were bruises on her face.
Right, Kelly, so
we've got to ask
was the heroin
administered under protest?
Well, her father said
that she was rational
when she called him, Charlie.
From the amount of heroin
that was found in her system,
that would have been impossible.
So the overdose came
after the phone call.
So it would seem, Charlie.
Let's find out why it
happened, Angels.
♪ Tripping to the morning... ♪
What a waste.
♪ ... Need a friend tonight ♪
♪ Can you spare a
dollar For the fare? ♪
She was getting
a hold of herself,
and she wanted to
live, and live right.
You mean she was
trying to quit using dr*gs?
She was quitting.
She knew it was wrong to
mess around with that stuff.
And you're sure
she was all right
when she called you?
She was tired.
It'd been a hell of a night,
falling apart on
stage like that.
Why did she fall
apart, Mr. Waters?
Problems, pressures...
People coming at
her from all sides,
making demands.
It just caught up with her.
She said she'd been
riding around in a cab?
She never liked to drive.
Limousines made
her uncomfortable.
Any time she came to
town, she used a cab.
Guess she used them
wherever she went.
But I know one thing...
When she called me and
said she wanted to come home,
it meant just that.
Something or somebody
she saw that night
stopped her,
and you gotta find
out what happened...
because if you don't,
I'll go crazy for sure.
We'll find out, Mr. Waters.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Lenny?
That's me.
Hi. My name is Kris Munroe.
I'm a reporter with
Country Music Quarterly.
This is my editor, Mr. Bosley.
Hi, Lenny.
Hi.
The dispatcher told us
that you were the one
that was with Amy Waters
a couple of nights ago...
the night she d*ed.
Yeah. That was some night.
Boy, when I heard she
was dead, I didn't know her,
but still, it went
down pretty heavy.
The dispatcher's log
said that you picked her up
at the Concert Hall at 9:30.
Yeah, that's about right.
And you dropped her off
at her father's place at 12:10.
Right.
Can you tell me, what
kind of shape was she in?
Well, she was pretty strung out.
Did she have any bruises
when she left you, Lenny?
Yeah, she did.
Do you know how she got them?
Yeah, she picked them up
at the first place we stopped.
Lenny, um, we've been wanting
to do this special
feature on Amy Waters
for a long time, and we just...
we haven't been able
to find the right angle.
I think we've got it now,
"The last few hours
of Amy Waters,"
and we sure could use your help.
Me? What can I do?
I'd like you to take me
every place you
took her that night.
I don't understand.
I want to know where
she went, who she saw...
I want to know who
gave her those bruises.
Now, I want you to
understand, Lenny,
that my magazine
will pay you and the
company for your time.
Well, it's okay with me.
Maybe you can find out
what happened to her.
She was a good lady.
So, I'll just sign in
and we'll roll, huh?
Great.
Got your purse.
How we doing?
Okay, we got our
work cut out for us.
She made a lot of stops.
Okay, Sabrina and I will follow
in separate cars and
check each place out
after Lenny takes you there.
Okay, good. I got
my microphone here.
Did you guys check
your receivers?
Yeah, it's working fine.
Okay, I figure Lenny's
going to be a
little more relaxed,
maybe remember more,
if he doesn't know
he's being monitored.
And I'll get copies of
the dispatcher's logs,
take those, go
back to the office,
and just oversee the
operation from there.
Sort of like a field marshal.
Yeah, you could say that.
Oh, please don't.
See you later.
Mm-hmm. Bye.
What's the matter with her?
Ready?
Yeah, if you are.
This was her first stop, right?
Right.
How long was she in there?
About a half an hour.
Do you have any idea who
she saw in there, Lenny?
She didn't say,
but when she came out,
she'd been slapped around,
and she was minus her cash.
You mean somebody robbed her?
Well, I don't know
what you'd call it,
but somebody took her money,
because she
couldn't pay the fare.
The company's
collecting it today...
from her father, I think.
You're doing good, Lenny.
I'll take this one and
check out the apartment.
Check you later.
Yes?
Well, Amy's taste in
music was a little off-b*at,
so I guess her taste
in men ran the same.
Lady, what are you running?
Some kind of riddle contest?
Cutting out, huh?
Lady, what are you jawing about?
Amy Waters.
You remember Amy Waters?
The manager said
she spent some time
in this apartment...
and she dropped
by the night she d*ed.
So I knew the girl.
So what? Big deal.
Well, she left here
with a face full of bruises
and an empty wallet.
Just who the devil are you?
The point is, who are you?
And how does Amy
Waters figure in your action?
You're not a cop?
I could fix it so it is a cop
asking you these questions.
Okay, okay.
Look, Amy hired me
as back-up guitarist
a couple of months
ago in Phoenix.
We hit it off,
so naturally I stayed with her.
Hit it off as in
punching her out?
Now, wait a minute.
That wasn't my fault.
She stormed in here,
started screaming at me.
About what?
She was crazy.
Said I was... using her.
Told me to get out.
Of your own apartment?
Well, look, baby,
she paid the rent.
And your plane
fare back to Phoenix.
Look, Amy's been picking
up tabs for guys like me
for a long, long time.
I can't imagine
what you did for her.
What they all did for her.
Gave her a nose full of coke
and tell her what
she wanted to hear.
You must play terrific guitar,
because the rest of
your act... It stinks.
Yeah, what time does
the plane get into Phoenix?
Okay. Thanks a lot.
Hey, Freddie.
What are you doing here?
First, I'm asking questions.
Hey, man, why the g*n?
Who was the girl?
What girl?
The foxy one that
just walked out of here.
Man, she wouldn't say.
What'd she want?
She just asked some questions.
About who?
Amy Waters.
What'd you tell her?
Nothing. I swear.
Put the g*n away.
Now, listen, I want to
know exactly what she asked
and exactly what you told her.
I told her nothing.
Now, I'm telling you,
put that g*n away before
I take it away from you.
Not till you tell me
what I want to know.
Okay, Freddie.
Okay, man, she just...
You say you and Amy
got here about 10:20?
Yeah, about then.
Do you know
who she went in to
see in that restaurant?
The owner, I think.
Cooperman?
How long was she in
there, do you know?
Not very long.
Mobile office.
She was crying
when she came out.
You know, I didn't figure
it was my place to ask.
I got the feeling she
was a very private lady.
Uh, Bosley? Yeah, it's me.
I need a computer
run-down. Cooperman.
Yeah, owns a restaurant,
12th and Jefferson.
That's okay. I'll wait.
I didn't hear anybody
say "come in."
Well, I didn't hear
anybody say not to.
Well, how about "Please leave.
I'm busy"?
Ah! I understand
you're very good
at asking people to
leave, Mr. Cooperman.
You don't know me,
so I'm going to tell you.
I don't like word games.
I don't like ladies
who play them.
You got something to say,
say it and get out of here.
Very forceful.
You're very forceful,
Mr. Cooperman.
Is that how you got control
of Amy Waters' music
publishing company?
Lady, you better tell me who
you are and what you want,
and you better do it quick.
Okay. Well, you know, um, I
could be with the IRS, huh?
Or, um, I could be
with the Securities and
Exchange Commission.
But I'm not.
I'm a friend of Amy
Waters, Mr. Cooperman,
and that's lucky for you,
because, you know, those people,
they take a very dim view
of using legitimate
business to...
to wash syndicate money.
Let me tell you
something, young lady.
I don't care if you're from
any of those esteemed groups.
I own restaurants, car
agencies, furniture stores,
and now a music
publishing company.
So far, nobody's tied
me into anything illegal.
I know. I checked.
You've got a very
good roster of lawyers.
The best. So get to the point.
The point is, Mr. Cooperman,
that on the night Amy d*ed,
she visited several people,
and one of the places
she came to was here.
Well, now... I'm
just wondering why.
She walked in, we
talked, she walked out.
You know, I just
talked to her father,
Mr. Cooperman, and
he said Amy didn't want
to sell that music
publishing company
to anybody...
Least of all you, Mr. Cooperman.
She changed her mind.
Or maybe you made her change it.
That's coercion,
and for coercion,
you can do a little
time in the old slammer.
Since the lady's dead,
you'll sweat proving I
made her do anything.
Mr. Cooperman, if you had
anything to do with her death,
you're going to have
a few anxious moments yourself.
Good day, sir.
Oh...
Uh... you will excuse
me for barging in.
Taylor...
if she starts connecting
me with the wrong people,
we've got trouble.
Will you excuse
me a minute, Lenny?
Would you like more coffee?
Okay. Is everybody here?
With you, Bos.
Yeah, here, Bos.
Okay. Go ahead, Kris.
Okay. I'm at the Blue Plate
Diner, 11th and Mason.
Now, when they left
Cooperman's restaurant,
they got here about 11:45,
and it's a funny thing...
the lady that owns this place
said that Amy was
feeling real good
when she arrived here.
Her boyfriend had
just beaten her up
and taken all her cash.
How could she be feeling good?
Yeah, that I can't figure out.
Well, when she left
Cooperman's, she was crying.
I just met Cooperman.
He's something to cry about.
I don't know, something
doesn't make sense.
Well, maybe we'll get the answer
at her next stop,
Which, according to
the dispatcher's log,
will be at... South Tower.
South Tower? I'm
five minutes from there.
Okay. You take it, Bree.
I've got another little problem.
What is it, Kelly?
I've just picked up a
tail... Fellow in a red car.
I think I better find
out what he's all about.
I'll get back to you.
Okay. You be careful.
Every day in every way.
How long was she here?
About half an hour.
I don't know who she saw.
Well, it looks
like the last stop
is where she made the phone call
to her father.
You want to see it?
Yep, I want to see it.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Yes, you do, Mr. Doneger.
You worked for Cooperman
and the syndicate.
That was a long time ago.
Yeah, but you and I both know
that once you work
for those people,
you can never walk
away from them.
Now, that's the reason why
when I saw your name
on the registry downstairs,
I knew Cooperman's man
had to be right behind me
to see if I'd made the
connection between you two.
Listen, I didn't tell
anybody to sh**t you.
I got no reason.
I don't know that.
As a lawyer and as Amy
Waters' personal manager,
you could influence her
to sell her music publishing
company to Cooperman,
and maybe you even
sold it to him yourself
and you didn't tell
her and she found out,
and that's why she
came here that night.
You can't prove any of this.
I bet I can.
I bet there's evidence
that could put you and
Cooperman in prison,
and that's why he
had his guy follow me
and he told him to sh**t
me if I came near you.
You're just trying to bluff.
No, I'm not. I'm not
bluffing, but you are,
and you're doing it very badly,
and if you were smart,
you'd pick up that phone,
you'd call the police, and
you'd try to make a deal,
because now that we've
talked, we're both targets.
Listen, I...
I didn't want to
sell to Cooperman.
I... he... He
threatened to get rough,
and I remembered
how rough he can get.
I have her power of attorney.
I signed all the papers
without telling her.
And she found out the
night she d*ed, is that right?
Yeah. She threatened to
expose me and Cooperman.
So you k*lled her?
I had nothing to
do with her death.
I've never seen her
after she walked out of here,
and I can prove that!
I hope you can.
I hope you can prove that,
because you just might have to.
And I wasn't kidding
about that police protection.
Like you said, Mr. Cooperman
can get mighty rough.
What tangled webs we weave, huh?
Nora, Robert, Ina, 217.
Okay, Kelly.
I'll run it through DMV
and get back to you,
but until we know who he is,
maybe you would be better off
if you were behind watching him.
Good idea, Bos.
Hello?
Bree? Kelly. How you doing?
Oh, I'm terrific.
Other than getting
sh*t at a couple of times,
I'm just terrific.
Who sh*t at you?
Well, some guy I picked
up at Cooperman's.
Listen, I found out that
Cooperman and Amy's manager
had a little conspiracy going.
Well, are you all right?
Oh, yeah. I said I'm terrific.
Where are you?
Well, I'm now behind
the fella in the red car,
but he might spot
me. Can you take him?
We're going east on
Pico, just past Vista.
Sure. Look, I'll pick
you up at La Brea,
and then you lay
back behind me, huh?
You got it.
Bosley, we followed him
to a laundromat at
16th and Alvarado.
All right. Kris,
are you with me?
Yeah. I'm with you.
Okay. Now, Kelly...
When did you say that
the fellow in the red car
started to follow you?
Right after I left the
guitar player's apartment.
Well, maybe the
pieces are starting to fit.
What you got?
Well, a half an hour ago,
the police found Amy's
guitar-playing boyfriend
sh*t to death in his apartment.
Wait a minute,
hold on, everybody.
What is it, Bree?
Now they're coming
out of the laundromat
with a soap machine.
Yeah, and they're putting it
in the back of a pickup truck.
I tell you what.
Kelly, why don't you come
up here and ride with me?
We'll follow them.
Bos, Kris, we'll
check in with you later.
Right.
The soap machine,
a launderette...
I don't get the
connection, Bosley.
Well, maybe I'm beginning to.
All right, well, listen,
I'm going to be in
there in a few minutes.
You can explain
it to me, all right?
What's that for?
Get in the cab. You drive.
Lenny... Now!
Okay, okay, just...
Who were you talking
to on the phone?
My editor, Mr. Bosley.
What does he know
about the launderette?
What do you mean?
I heard you mention
a soap machine
and the launderette.
Now, what did he tell you?
Uh, nothing... Yet...
He said he had something
to tell me and that...
or he'd heard something
and we'd get to it later.
You're lying.
I'm not lying, Lenny.
I'm traveling too. I
don't know anything.
Listen, I stop, I
make a phone call,
I hear something I
do not understand,
and all of a sudden,
you pull a g*n on me.
I mean, let's talk about this
before we make any
dumb moves, okay?
Now, what's going on?
What's always
going on... Survival.
Yeah, well, we all know
how to play that game.
How did you play it
with Amy Waters, huh?
She had certain
needs. I helped her out.
Needs?
You mean cocaine?
When things got a little
rough around the edges?
Everybody needs something.
Yeah, well, what
do you need, Lenny?
Look, I'm no cop, I got
no a* to grind with you.
Maybe we can work something out.
No. You're too close.
If you and your editor
friend put it all together,
you could hurt me bad,
so just drive and
keep your mouth shut
so I can think.
Come on, Lenny.
I said to keep your
mouth shut and drive!
Six-nine?
You still with the
pretty blonde lady?
Six-nine, this is Dispatch.
Hey, Lenny, you
being a good boy?
Six-nine, do you read?
Do you read, Six-nine?
Kelly? Bree?
With you, Bos.
Listen, I think we've
got trouble here.
Now, I've been going over
my copy of the dispatcher's log,
and something
keeps bothering me.
What do you mean, Bos?
Well, Lenny's cab
logged 83 miles from the time
he picked Amy up at the concert
until he dropped her
off at her father's place...
So?
So I've computed
the total distance
between each stop
that he entered on
the dispatcher's log,
and it comes out to 63 miles.
Then that means there's
an error of 20 miles.
Exactly...
unless you include a
stop at the launderette.
Then the mileage does check out.
Bos, are you sure?
Well, I've gone
over this ten times.
And that means
Lenny's been lying.
A distinct possibility,
and I've got another piece
of disturbing news for you.
Kris was supposed to be
back here 15 minutes ago,
and she hasn't shown.
We haven't heard
from her either.
Maybe the transmitter
batteries are fading.
Bosley, if you're right
about the 20-mile discrepancy
and the launderette,
then that means
Lenny could be tied in
with these two that we're
following in the truck.
Exactly, and when that
thought occurred to me,
I called the cab company,
and they told me they
lost contact with Lenny,
and they couldn't
reach him on the radio.
Turn right here.
Get out.
So, this is home, huh, Lenny?
Do you like it?
Why not?
Yeah, why not?
Cheap, dirty, run down...
good enough for
the likes of me, right?
I don't know. You tell me.
I'll tell you one thing...
We ain't gonna be
here much longer.
We've made enough scores now
to get some of the good places.
We?
Yeah, we.
Yeah, like the song says,
"With a little help
from my friends," huh?
Right. You gotta have friends.
What did you bring her here for?
She got to know too much.
She ain't the only one.
What do you mean?
I mean whatever her scene is,
she ain't working it alone.
You know, her foxy girlfriend,
the one you told me about?
She got to Eban
before I could get to him.
I followed her when
she left Eban's,
but she ditched me.
Okay, okay!
Let's go. Flat down.
Get your hands over your head.
There you are. Go
join your friends.
You okay?
Yeah. Next time, I
think I'll take a bus.
I'll call a cop and
an ambulance.
Right.
Nobody move.
You don't have to look at me.
Okay, what's the trick?
Maybe some special
coin or something, huh?
Let's have it.
Come on, come on.
All right.
Now, what do we
have here, gentlemen?
It's cocaine.
High-grade stuff.
Well, you sold a lot of
dreams, didn't you, Lenny?
Everybody needs
something... Right?
Whatever you say.
♪ Tripping to the morning... ♪
Amy was trying to
clean herself up, Charlie,
but she was hurting
pretty bad that night,
so she made one more
stop at the launderette.
That's why she
was feeling so good
when she got to the diner.
I understand Freddie,
Hank, and Lenny
are all facing m*rder
one indictments, Angels.
Well, it was a
team effort, Charlie.
See, Hank and Freddie
would approach visiting artists
at the concert hall.
Now, the ones who
were interested in dr*gs,
they'd sell them one
of those little coins,
and they'd tell them to
take a cab to the launderette.
And Lenny's cab just
happened to be handy.
The customer never knew
that Lenny had set the
whole thing up himself.
Just before the customer
arrived at the launderette,
Hank or Freddie
would put the cocaine
in the soap machine.
No way to trace their moves,
and no way for the
police to get suspicious.
Unless a customer
decided to tell the police.
Right,
which is what Lenny was afraid
Amy was going to do that night,
and that's why he had
Hank and Freddie k*ll her.
When they saw me go into
her boyfriend's apartment,
who was also a customer,
they were afraid he might
have told me something,
so they k*lled him
and took the evidence
out of the launderette.
They would have
probably k*lled me too,
if I hadn't given them the slip.
Yeah, well, Lenny
and his friends
didn't k*ll Amy
all by themselves.
Do you know something
we don't know?
Cooperman, Doneger,
her boyfriend...
They were all using her.
They all got their
pound of flesh.
Like Bree said, it
was a team effort.
I guess you're right, Kris,
But they didn't get all of her.
She left us all with
something very special.
I guess you're right, Charlie.
♪ ...tripping the morning Whoa ♪
♪ Tripping to the morning ♪
♪ With you ♪♪
02x19 - Angel Blues
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A wealthy mystery man named Charlie runs a detective agency via a speakerphone and his "angels" detectives are three beautiful women, who end up in a variety of difficult situations.
A wealthy mystery man named Charlie runs a detective agency via a speakerphone and his "angels" detectives are three beautiful women, who end up in a variety of difficult situations.