Jake and the Fatman (1987) s01e21 Episode Script
I Guess I'll Have to Change My Plan
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JAKE AND THE FATMAN #8721 "I Guess I'll
Have to Change My Plan" CLOSED CAPTIONED.
I'll say this about the
Fatman: he's a sweet guy.
Listen, creep, I'm going to
take you apart like a clock.
JAKE: He can be
tough when he has to be.
J.L.: Jake Styles?
Don't ask me how
he can live the way he
does on a cop's salary.
Some people do seem
to like him, however.
But he's a damn good
investigator, and he's mine.
(theme playing)
He's a good guy.
Don't you forget it.
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♪
(murmuring)
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Dennis Hmm?
D Block is by far the best thing
that you have ever written.
Are you sure you don't say that
to all your writers, huh?
(laughing): No, I mean it.
It is absolutely gripping.
Dennis, I am so
thrilled for you.
Some of those prison scenes
they made my skin crawl.
Now, Dennis, tell
me how it ends.
Does Anvil survive the
cell block riot or what?
You'll just have to wait
and read the last chapter.
Now, we pay you
a million dollar advance,
and you still hold back?
You're unbelievable.
I can't wait for
all those people
who thought I was
washed up to read it.
You know, it's been
almost five years
since Nightmare in Blue.
I told you.
It was just a
temporary dry spell.
Happens to the best.
I want to thank you
for being there for me.
I know I put you through hell.
It comes with the job.
I think you know how
I've always felt about you.
J.L.: And put that
in a doggie bag
for me, would you, please?
Well, look who's here.
Why, I can remember
when you used
to breakfast on burritos,
Detective Julian.
I'd have one, and
you'd polish off five.
(J.L. laughing)
How are you, J.L.?
Good to see you.
Couldn't be better.
Uh, J.L., meet my
editor, Holly Poole.
Holly this is our legendary
district attorney, J.L. McCabe.
J.L.: How are you?
He's the one that's
known as the Fatman.
Ah. Pleasure to meet you.
Thank you.
This is my special investigator,
Lieutenant Jake Styles.
Jake, this is Miss
Poole, and this
is Dennis Julian,
you know, the, uh
JAKE: Oh, no, no, I, uh
I know, I've read his books.
They're very good.
You must be a fan.
Well, they're, uh, well written.
I just don't like how
they make cops out
to be neurotics and sociopaths,
but what the hell
do I know, right?
Mmm.
Yes, well, it's good
seeing you again, Denny.
Ma'am.
Nice meeting you. Come on, Jake.
DENNIS: Yeah,
nice meeting you
I think.
(laughs)
Cute.
Typical.
Ah Max thanks
you, and I thank you.
(chuckling) I really
screwed that up, didn't I?
No, I didn't say anything.
You didn't have to, I was rude.
Ah, you weren't rude.
Just a little tactless, is all.
Look, I'll go apologize, okay?
Over my dead body.
Its about time
somebody told that S.O.B.
what we think of
his lousy books.
Well, I didn't hear
you say anything.
You just stood there.
Well, I'm too polite, Jake.
♪
Kevin?
Kevin, you really scared me.
You're out. Congratulations.
Thanks, Mr. Julian. Why
didn't you tell me about it?
I would have picked you
up. Oh, no, no, no, it's okay.
I wanted to stretch my legs.
Decompress a little,
you know that I mean?
Mm-hmm, I think I do.
Come on in.
Damn it.
A talented writer like you
working at a car wash
that's the real crime.
Well, it's a job.
(sighs)
Of all the writers in
that prison workshop,
you were by far the best.
Thank you.
(sighs)
I guarantee you won't
be washing cars for long.
Mr. Julian?
Hey, come on, it's Dennis.
Dennis.
I'm dying to know.
Did you finish it?
Yes, I did.
And I'd love you to read it.
Good for you, Kevin.
Finishing is half the battle.
Have you gotten
any feedback so far?
Are you kidding? I
did what you said.
Nobody's seen a page.
I think you're gonna
love the ending.
Uh, wait, wait, don't tell
me, don't tell me, don't
I want to read it.
I can't wait to find out
if the hero survives
the cell block riot.
Well, there are a few surprises.
I'm gonna read it right now.
Why don't you hang out here
and make yourself at home.
There's food in the
kitchen, the pool is heated,
towels and trunks on the porch.
(laughs)
Great, thanks.
DENNIS: In fact, in
the hands of someone
with more experience and a
track record, I see a
big potential book deal,
but the way it is
I thought you liked my writing.
Oh, I do, I do.
Yeah, but you're young.
This is your first try.
The reality is, if you
went to a publisher now
Well, what are you
saying, it's all a waste?
No, no, no, no, of course not.
No way.
Now, if I brought
it to my publisher
I mean, if my name
were on the title page,
I'd see a definite book deal.
Your name? Yeah.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about paying
you for the basic premise,
you know, the story.
I got a lot of ideas,
some new characters,
new moves, dialogue.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
It's mine.
Kevin, you're jumping
the gun on this.
What I'm proposing
is paying you.
I'm talking about
$20,000, $25,000.
That kind of money would
set you up pretty nice.
You could write and
forget about washing cars.
I've spent over
a year of my life
working on this thing.
Every day, every night.
It's good.
I know it's good.
Kevin, I can show you
a trunkful of stuff I wrote
while I was still on the force.
You know, you're expecting
things to happen overnight.
It doesn't work that way.
You have to pay your dues.
Thanks anyway.
Maybe I ought to just
take my book and go.
Kevin, don't do something
you'll be sorry for later.
You're young.
There will be other books.
Yeah, thanks anyway
but I'm going.
Okay, kid, okay, you win.
Maybe with some heavy rewrite,
we can fix this baby
up, who knows?
Then, you can have your shot.
I can put you in touch
with the right people.
Sound better, hmm?
Yeah, that would
be great, Dennis.
(keys jangling)
Hi, Kevin. Had a good day?
Oh, yeah, I've been reading.
You've got so many books. Yeah.
What do you say I slap
on a couple of steaks
and go over your pages? Great.
Oh, damn, my
housekeeper is so lazy.
Kevin, you mind
running to the store?
I don't have a damn
thing to eat in this house.
Sure, it's the least I can do.
Good.
I'll give you a list
and some directions.
While you're out, I
have a prescription
that needs picking
up Do you mind?
Not if there's a steak
at the other end.
You know how long it's
been since I had a real steak?
What, about four years?
(laughs): Yeah.
Here, take the 4x4.
Just follow these directions,
and you won't get lost.
See you when you get back.
All right.
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♪
♪
(thuds)
(lock clicks)
♪
Psst!
(gunshot)
(gags)
(indistinct chatter)
♪
Hello, Jake.
We got a mess on
our hands or what?
Well, it's not pretty.
Witnesses say it was an ambush.
(engine starts)
I know this guy.
Wallet says his
name's Kevin Berry.
Can you believe it?
He was released
from state prison today.
I helped put him away
four years ago for robbery.
He'd have been better off if
he'd stayed where he was.
You know what he was doing here?
Yeah, he was picking
up this prescription.
"Dennis Julian."
He's also the guy who owns
the car that Berry was driving.
Stolen? We don't know.
We're calling Julian's number,
but he's got an
answering machine on.
Listen, Jake,
whoever cracked this
guy was wearing glasses.
We got a lens.
You got any prints?
It's still early,
but we can hope.
Sergeant! Found this.
Hello, Lieutenant.
Hi, Mike. How you doing?
"Vincente Hotel."
It was dropped next to
this crushed out cigar.
Might be more, excuse me.
Thanks.
Killer was seen smoking
a cigar; could be his.
Listen, we got a
description on this guy.
Six foot, medium build, beard,
wearing glasses,
smoking a cigar.
He limps, too.
What are you psychic
or do you know the guy?
His name's Clay.
Berry claimed he
never pulled the robbery
we nailed him
for four years ago.
Said it was some
guy he met in a bar.
You remember, you did
all the paperwork on it.
He was working as a waiter
at that restaurant on Third.
Oh, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah!
The manager canned him,
and then he fingered Berry
as the guy in the ski mask
that robbed him a
couple of nights later.
That's it.
You put in a lot of your
own time on Clay didn't you?
Yeah.
Never turned up.
Turned up tonight.
Sure did.
All right, let's clean it up.
(doorbell rings)
Oh, J.L.
I'm sorry, I was
expecting someone else.
Kevin Berry?
Well, yeah, yeah, that's right.
But how did you know about?
Dennis, he's dead.
What?
I just came from the scene.
He died of gunshot wounds.
The shooter got away.
We've been trying to reach you.
He was driving your car.
I know, I I loaned it to him.
The answering machine's on.
I've been working.
My God!
Dennis, how did you
meet Kevin Berry?
He was a protégé,
I guess you'd say.
I discovered him in one of
those inmate writing workshops.
I invited him to stop by
when he made his
release, and that was today.
Can I get you guys something?
J.L.: No. No, thank
you, not for me.
I just dropped by to make
sure that you were all right.
Was it robbery?
No, we don't think so.
Berry swore he'd find the man
who framed him when he got out.
Said it was a man named Clay.
Yeah, I'm familiar
with Kevin's case.
He told me about it.
Looks like this Clay
found Berry first.
The best defense
is a good offense?
That's right, but I couldn't
find Clay four years ago.
Now he shows up again.
The guy's got a
great sense of timing.
Dennis, is there anything
else you can tell us?
No, I I don't think so, J.L.
I don't, I really
don't think so.
I don't know the kid that well.
Just that he,
he showed a hell
of a lot of promise.
Hmm
What a shame.
I wonder how Clay
knew where to find Berry?
Well, maybe he
followed him from prison.
Followed him all the way here?
Why not?
Word gets out
about a con's release.
Then when Clay saw
Berry leave here tonight,
he followed him again,
waited for an opening, then
Dennis, what's wrong?
Well, someone I knew an
ex-convict named Kevin Berry
Was shot and killed tonight.
Kevin Berry? I know that name.
He sent me some of his work.
He what?
Well, yes.
As I remember, they
were short stories.
Apparently, you
mentioned my name
in that prison program.
His work was raw,
but it was interesting.
Dennis, if you think
of anything else,
call, would you?
Yeah, yeah, sure
Of course I will.
I hope you nail this
Clay, whoever he is.
Yeah. Well, we'll be in touch.
Listen, if you need a
hand, please let me know.
Sure thing. Good night, Dennis.
Good night.
Thanks.
I'm glad you're all right.
I was worried about you.
About me? Why?
Well, you told me
you'd be home later
if I wanted to drop by
and I've been calling
you since around 7:00,
but all I could get
was your machine.
Oh, well, I had it on
because I was trying to work.
At night? That's a first.
If you want that last chapter,
I've changed my habits.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to push.
Holly, it's not you.
It's the pressure to
finally let go of the work.
You know.
Well, I guess I'd
better be going home.
Okay.
I'm awfully sorry
about that young writer.
In his letter, he said that
he was starting a novel
and that you were
helping him with it.
I wonder what happened to it?
Beats me.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Good night.
Good night.
JAKE: Room's registered
to an Edgar Porter.
Paid cash.
I spoke to the clerk
who rented him the room.
Hello, John. How
you doing, John?
Porter's description matches
Clay's right down to the limp.
(distant siren wails)
Yeah, this is
your man all right.
Old clippings about
Kevin Berry's arrest.
This is about the trial.
The room's paid till noon.
I'd like to stake it out.
Ah, Jake, he's probably
a hundred miles
away from here by now.
Yeah, I know, but
you never know.
Why would he rent a room?
Maybe he didn't think
he was gonna get a shot
at Berry so fast.
Nobody said this guy
was a world-class dresser.
Look at this.
Size 15 1/2 collar.
Not a very big neck is it? No.
What about the coat?
Ah it's about my size.
Attractive, don't you think?
Oh, yes, yes.
How tall was he again?
The description said six feet.
Oh.
He's supposed to
have a limp, right?
Right.
Then why are the soles
and the heels of his
shoes worn so evenly?
How is he?
(groans)
Ah, his nose is very dry.
I don't like it.
Did you tell the janitor
to turn down the
air conditioning?
It's freezing in here.
I talked to the
maintenance engineer.
"Maintenance engineer"?
Everybody under
the sun these days
calls himself an
engineer: sales engineer,
sanitation engineer.
Mr. McCabe, I talked to the
air conditioning engineer
The man in charge
of air conditioning.
He said he'd look
into it right away.
Damn it to hell, Derek, I
want them in here today!
Max could get pneumonia.
I'll speak to him again.
Hi, J.L.
You busy?
Hi, Dennis.
I'm actually on my way out.
Oh, Dennis Julian,
this is one of my
deputies, Derek Mitchell.
Mr. Julian, this is
a real thrill for me.
I've read all your
books. Well, thank you.
My favorite is
Nightmare in Blue where
the guy poses as a cop.
Derek, you've already left,
haven't you?
Oh, right. Sorry.
Well, what's happening?
How's it going on the
Kevin Berry homicide?
Oh, we're looking
for Berry's ex-cellmate
to see if he knows anything.
And Jake's working
on this so-called Clay.
What do you mean "so-called"?
Dennis, I-I'm late
for court already.
I'll call you later, huh?
Yeah, yeah sure. (J.L. whistles)
What's your next
book, Mr. Julian?
It's a prison story.
Be out in a couple of months.
Oh, great.
What's
what's McCabe's
problem with this Clay?
Well, between you and me,
Mr. McCabe's not so sure
this guy Clay even exists.
(chuckling): No, you're kidding.
Well, the lab report came back
on the lens from Clay's glasses.
It was non-prescription,
just plain clear glass.
Hmm, well, that's a wrinkle.
(inhales deeply)
But Styles sure thinks
he's for real, doesn't he?
Well, maybe not so much anymore.
They think someone might
be trying to set up a false trail,
but Jake's staking out the hotel
just in case this
guy Clay shows up.
(chuckling): Hey, you could write
a book about a case like this, right?
Huh?
(chuckling): Oh,
yeah, yeah, sure could.
Well I'd better get going.
Oh, nice talking to you, sir.
Yeah, nice talking
to you, Derek.
Oh, listen, Derek, if you
hear of anything else,
I'd sure appreciate you
keeping me updated.
You got it.
(siren wailing distantly)
♪
(indistinct radio transmission)
(footsteps shuffling)
Hold it! Police officer!
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
(tires screeching)
Hey, hey, oh, whoa!
(tires screeching)
I put out an APB
on that getaway car.
It was stolen about an hour
before he got to that garage.
Sure those things
are good for him?
Oh, they're wonderful for him.
Yeah, I'm sure Clay
dumped that car by now.
Well, it won't lead us to him.
You know why? Why?
The guy I chased wasn't Clay.
What are you talking about?
Well
once the action started,
the only thing this
guy had in his head
was getting the
hell out of there.
Then I noticed that
his limp switched
from his right leg to his left.
He was faking it all along.
You sure about this, Jake?
I'm positive.
He made a mistake, he panicked.
You know what?
I think the only reason
he showed up at all
was because he
wanted Clay to be seen.
There you are, boy.
You know, ground beef
would be better for him.
No, n-no, no,
Jake, you'd spoil his appetite
if you fed him that stuff.
Now, how could this Clay,
or whoever the hell he is,
have known that you
were staking out that hotel?
Nobody knew about that but us.
(clearing throat): I, uh
I'm not sure if this
means anything,
but, um, I mentioned
it to someone.
You told someone? Who?
Well, I, I told Julian.
I told him about the stakeout
and I told him you were
already suspicious of Clay.
I-I thought he was family.
(sighs)
I'm sorry, Mr. McCabe.
No, no, don't be.
You might have done us a favor.
Jake, I know what
you're thinking.
You got an answer?
No.
What reason could
Dennis Julian possibly have
for killing Kevin Berry, huh?
JAKE: Hi.
Hi.
How you doing?
Here, let me take that
for you. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thanks for coming
by; I appreciate it.
Well, you made it sound
so important, Lieutenant.
Call me Jake. Jake.
Uh, what would you like?
Um, just a club soda, please.
So what's it about, Jake?
Um, what's this about?
I, uh
(laughs)
Well, let me just, let
me just put it this way.
As the DA's
investigator, you know,
I-I come across
a lot of wild cases.
Ah
and you thought about writing
about some of them, hmm?
(laughs)
Well, in a way.
Now, you know, I see a
guy like Dennis Julian doing it
and I think, you know, I
mean, I could do the same thing.
I know I was a little
rough on him the other day,
but I was, uh, I was jealous.
Jake, believe me,
writing isn't as
easy as it looks.
I-I'm sure it's not, b-but
I think I could do it.
I really do With
a little bit of help,
you know, from someone
like yourself maybe.
You helped Dennis
out, didn't you?
Well, Dennis' first couple
of books were a little rough,
and we worked on them
and they sold fairly well,
but since then he
has honed his craft.
That's taken time, but the novel
that he is writing now
is the best thing that
he has ever written.
It's, uh been a few years
since he's had a
best seller, right?
Five years, but this
novel is a knockout.
Really?
That good?
You said he's still writing it.
Well, he's writing
the last chapter.
What's it about?
I'm sorry, but I'm really
not allowed to say.
Ah.
Okay, we're going to
keep it a secret, right?
Until I've set the publication
date and the ad campaign.
Jake, um
is that what this was all about?
(sighing): Um, yeah.
(both chuckling)
Um
what can you tell me
about Kevin Berry?
What about him?
You said he wrote
you from prison.
He sent you some of his work.
You still have that?
(chuckles)
I'm sorry, but I sent it back.
Why are you so
interested in them?
We're, uh, putting together
a profile of the victim.
I mean, the more
we know about him,
the better chance
we have of catching
the killer. Now, wait a minute.
I thought you said that
you knew who did it.
The limping man.
Clay.
Yeah. No, no, no, we're, uh
working on a new suspect now.
Really?
Yeah.
Who?
I'm not allowed to say.
(sighs)
Dennis, you have
outdone yourself.
This last chapter is everything
that I expected and more.
(laughs)
Now, wait a minute,
now, wait a minute.
You wouldn't be
conning me, would you?
(sighs) Hmm?
The showdown with the
warden leaps off the page.
It does? (laughs)
I am so happy for you.
Now, down to practical matters.
We should discuss the rewrite.
Oh, Holly, please.
My poor bleeding
fingers need a rest.
You know, I've been thinking of
going to Mexico for a few days.
Now, that's a good idea,
and we'd get the changes
done that much sooner
if I came along and
we worked together.
Yeah, yeah, but that might
prove a little too distracting.
(Holly chuckles, doorbell rings)
Would you get
that, Holly, please?
Okay.
(door opens)
J.L.: Hello again, Miss Poole.
You know, Jake
Styles was telling me
how much he enjoyed
talking with you this afternoon.
(both chuckle)
What's that about
you and Styles?
Well, it seems the
lieutenant is interested
in a literary career.
Oh, I see.
Another cop wants to cash
in on his daring exploits, huh?
(chuckles)
What's up, J.L.?
How goes the investigation?
Well, not too good.
I hope I'm not
interrupting things.
No, no, not at all.
Good. May I, uh?
Sure. Thank you.
Dennis
(sighs)
when Berry came
here from the prison,
did he have any
belongings with him?
Yeah, as a matter
of fact, he had a bag.
I notified his parole officer.
Do you still have it?
Sure.
Oh, Holly, would you
mind? It's in that closet.
Thank you.
(door opens)
(door closes)
HOLLY: This it?
Yeah, that's it.
Oh, thank you.
May I? Sure.
Thank you.
Damn it.
What are you looking for?
We think that Kevin
was working on a novel.
I called the prison.
They said that that's how
he spent all of his time.
I was hoping it
might be in this bag.
Did he ever show you a novel?
No.
He sent me some poetry,
short stories, things like that,
but, no, nothing from a novel.
J.L.: Well, we're still trying
to find his ex-cellmate.
Maybe he'll know something.
What has the book got to
do with his murder anyway?
Oh, I don't know.
It's some kind of
cockamamie idea
Jake Styles is working on
That he was killed
because of
something in the book.
What ever happened
to that suspect Clay?
Oh, we've just
about eliminated him.
In fact, we believe that Clay
never existed to begin with.
He was a phantom
sprung from Berry's
fertile imagination.
Jake thinks the
killer stole the idea
to make Clay the fall guy
in Berry's murder.
And people think I'm creative.
Dennis,
I'm sure you'll understand,
but I have to ask this.
Where were you
today around noon?
I can't believe
what I'm hearing.
Oh, come on, Dennis,
you know the
drill as well as I do.
All bases have to be covered.
(sighs)
I understand.
I was here.
I was here working.
That's not true, Dennis.
What do you mean
that's not true?
Are you saying that I'm a liar?
We talked to your gardener.
He said you
weren't here at noon.
In fact you didn't come back
until 3:00.
He was with me.
At my apartment.
(chuckles)
Darling, it's very
gallant of you
to try to protect my reputation.
Well, it seems
chivalry is not dead.
(laughs)
Well, I guess
that does it for me.
Thank you, Dennis.
Miss Poole.
I'll find my way out.
So long, J.L.
(door opens and shuts)
Well, looks like I owe you.
I only did what I had to do
for the both of us.
I'm sure that's
all you did, too.
I know we're going to have
such a wonderful time in Mexico.
How you doin', Charlie?
We'd like to talk
to you for a minute.
Charlie Travis,
this is District
Attorney McCabe.
Hello, Charlie.
Listen, you were, uh,
Kevin Berry's cellmate
for nearly three
years weren't you?
Hey, now look, man,
I'm calling this
my coffee break,
but I take too long I'm gone
and I need this job.
Charlie, we're not here
to ruin your day, okay?
We just want to know
that you can tell us
about your old
roomy Kevin Berry.
It's too bad about Kevin.
I really thought he was
gonna make it as a writer.
(McCabe laughs)
Max really likes you.
His nose is warm.
What have you got, a cold?
Oh, the problem's with the
air-conditioning in my office.
Thank God the poor thing
hasn't caught pneumonia.
Listen, uh, Charlie,
you were there when
Kevin checked into the joint.
Did he say he was innocent?
Man, you save that for lawyers
and people on the outside.
Then he admitted to
pulling the robbery?
Yeah.
Tried to hang it on
some guy he made up.
Some guy named Clay.
Charlie, Berry wrote while
he was in the cell, didn't he?
You kiddin'?
That's all he ever
did was writin'.
Then he'd mail them pages
off to some writer, um
Dennis Julian?
Yeah, Julian.
He was helpin' him.
Did you ever read
what he was writing?
Yeah.
I looked at some of it,
but I
I don't read too good, okay?
Do you remember
what it was about?
Yeah, it was about some con
started a riot to bring
down the warden
because he was
treati" everybody bad.
Who else was in it?
Look, I don't know.
That's all he ever
told me I remember.
(groans)
I'm sorry.
It looks worse this morning.
Yeah.
I'll have the bullet taken
out once we get to Mexico.
Maybe we should have
tried to get a flight last night.
No, no, no, no, that could
have caused suspicion.
I'm sure Styles has no idea
that he wounded me yesterday.
Why don't you get going, Holly,
I'll take care of this.
Are you sure? Yeah, go ahead.
Go ahead I'll take
care of it. Okay.
I'll get the bags.
Okay. Okay.
Hi!
Jake.
Nice day for a trip.
Well, we're in a bit of a hurry.
We're catching a plane at noon.
Where you going, New
York? Uh, no, Mexico.
Oh. Dennis needs a few days
to relax and think
about revisions.
You know, uh, McCabe is
a good friend of your boss.
Jake, I really don't have time.
No, your boss
said yesterday that
that meeting went through lunch.
You and Julian weren't at
your apartment, were you?
Jake, we were
and I might have been
wrong about the exact time.
If you're lying to
cover for Julian,
you could be an
accessory, you know that?
An accessory to what?
Murder.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Holly, I'm trying to give
you a chance to cooperate.
Now tell me what you know
about Julian's relationship
with Kevin Berry.
Let's go talk it
over with Julian.
Come on.
DENNIS: Styles! Hi.
What can I do for you?
I, uh, heard that your new
book is almost finished.
I'd like to take a look at it.
Now? Yeah, if you don't mind.
It's only gonna
take a few minutes.
Jake, I already told you we have
a plane Holly,
I'll handle this.
I thought you didn't
like my work, Styles.
(chuckles)
Well, it does hold
a certain fascination
for me.
Especially this new book.
You see we located
Berry's cellmate.
He had a rough
copy of Berry's book.
Oh, yeah?
Hmm.
What's it about?
A convict leads
prisoners in a revolt
against a sadistic warden.
I'd like to look at your book
to see if the two stories
resemble each other.
HOLLY: Dennis, I really
Holly, why don't
you go get packed?
I'll pick you up
in a little while.
I really think that under
the circumstances
DENNIS: We have to
be at the airport by 11:30.
I don't want to hold anybody
up but this is important.
Taking aspirin.
Hope I didn't cause a headache.
Hardly. No?
Hey, tell me,
Styles, do you really
expect me to believe that you
found something incriminating
in Berry's book?
You know what I think?
What?
I think you've just
been to Holly's office.
That's it, isn't it?
Huh?
You've gotten hold of my book
and you've just
described it back to me.
No one has given anything
out about your book
at the publishers.
You can ask Holly.
Okay.
The lead character
in Berry's novel,
what's his name?
You can't answer me, can you?
Now, if I had stolen
someone else's work,
which you seem to be implying,
do you really think
I'd be so careless
as to not change the
names of the characters?
Or rewrite it in my own style?
I guess we'll have to
subpoena a copy of your novel
to make the comparison.
Why haven't you
already done that?
(laughs)
You know what, Styles?
I think your running a bluff.
You don't have anything.
There is no copy.
(phone rings)
So either you
arrest me or get out.
You gonna answer that?
I said get the hell out of here.
(ringing continues)
Hello?
Hello?
Yesterday when I chased you
through that garage, I
thought you got sloppy.
I thought you got sloppy
and shifted that phony
limp from one leg to another,
but I haven't been
giving you enough credit.
You're not that careless.
But I'm afraid you are,
Styles.
You really should have gone.
I guess I haven't been
giving myself enough credit.
I'm a pretty good shot.
Now slide out your gun.
That's it.
That's it. Nice and easy.
Attaboy.
Toss it on that sofa.
Go ahead.
You know you're really
not a bad cop, Styles.
McCabe knows where I am.
You're gonna have to come up
with a real good story
to explain me away.
I guess you could shoot me
and then say that I left, but
I don't think J.L.'s
gonna go for that.
(gunshot)
Don't even think
about it, Styles.
(gunshot)
(groans)
J.L.: Call an ambulance.
Nice shot.
Glad you haven't lost your eye.
Well, you didn't do too
bad yourself yesterday.
We found the getaway
car Dennis had stolen.
There were blood
stains on the carpet.
Yeah.
I figured that there
might be trouble
so I came right over.
Well, it doesn't look that bad.
God, I hope he makes it.
Nothing would give
me more pleasure
than to get him and
his girlfriend into court.
I think you're gonna
get your chance.
You just winged him.
That's what I
intended to do, my boy.
Oh, really? Why didn't you just
shoot the gun out of his hands.
Why didn't you
just Are you aware
that I just saved your life?
Huh? Does this mean
I owe you dinner now?
What, you expect me
to pick up the check?
I'm a hero. Oh, no.
I just saved your life. Oh.
JAKE AND THE FATMAN #8721 "I Guess I'll
Have to Change My Plan" CLOSED CAPTIONED.
I'll say this about the
Fatman: he's a sweet guy.
Listen, creep, I'm going to
take you apart like a clock.
JAKE: He can be
tough when he has to be.
J.L.: Jake Styles?
Don't ask me how
he can live the way he
does on a cop's salary.
Some people do seem
to like him, however.
But he's a damn good
investigator, and he's mine.
(theme playing)
He's a good guy.
Don't you forget it.
♪
♪
(murmuring)
♪
Dennis Hmm?
D Block is by far the best thing
that you have ever written.
Are you sure you don't say that
to all your writers, huh?
(laughing): No, I mean it.
It is absolutely gripping.
Dennis, I am so
thrilled for you.
Some of those prison scenes
they made my skin crawl.
Now, Dennis, tell
me how it ends.
Does Anvil survive the
cell block riot or what?
You'll just have to wait
and read the last chapter.
Now, we pay you
a million dollar advance,
and you still hold back?
You're unbelievable.
I can't wait for
all those people
who thought I was
washed up to read it.
You know, it's been
almost five years
since Nightmare in Blue.
I told you.
It was just a
temporary dry spell.
Happens to the best.
I want to thank you
for being there for me.
I know I put you through hell.
It comes with the job.
I think you know how
I've always felt about you.
J.L.: And put that
in a doggie bag
for me, would you, please?
Well, look who's here.
Why, I can remember
when you used
to breakfast on burritos,
Detective Julian.
I'd have one, and
you'd polish off five.
(J.L. laughing)
How are you, J.L.?
Good to see you.
Couldn't be better.
Uh, J.L., meet my
editor, Holly Poole.
Holly this is our legendary
district attorney, J.L. McCabe.
J.L.: How are you?
He's the one that's
known as the Fatman.
Ah. Pleasure to meet you.
Thank you.
This is my special investigator,
Lieutenant Jake Styles.
Jake, this is Miss
Poole, and this
is Dennis Julian,
you know, the, uh
JAKE: Oh, no, no, I, uh
I know, I've read his books.
They're very good.
You must be a fan.
Well, they're, uh, well written.
I just don't like how
they make cops out
to be neurotics and sociopaths,
but what the hell
do I know, right?
Mmm.
Yes, well, it's good
seeing you again, Denny.
Ma'am.
Nice meeting you. Come on, Jake.
DENNIS: Yeah,
nice meeting you
I think.
(laughs)
Cute.
Typical.
Ah Max thanks
you, and I thank you.
(chuckling) I really
screwed that up, didn't I?
No, I didn't say anything.
You didn't have to, I was rude.
Ah, you weren't rude.
Just a little tactless, is all.
Look, I'll go apologize, okay?
Over my dead body.
Its about time
somebody told that S.O.B.
what we think of
his lousy books.
Well, I didn't hear
you say anything.
You just stood there.
Well, I'm too polite, Jake.
♪
Kevin?
Kevin, you really scared me.
You're out. Congratulations.
Thanks, Mr. Julian. Why
didn't you tell me about it?
I would have picked you
up. Oh, no, no, no, it's okay.
I wanted to stretch my legs.
Decompress a little,
you know that I mean?
Mm-hmm, I think I do.
Come on in.
Damn it.
A talented writer like you
working at a car wash
that's the real crime.
Well, it's a job.
(sighs)
Of all the writers in
that prison workshop,
you were by far the best.
Thank you.
(sighs)
I guarantee you won't
be washing cars for long.
Mr. Julian?
Hey, come on, it's Dennis.
Dennis.
I'm dying to know.
Did you finish it?
Yes, I did.
And I'd love you to read it.
Good for you, Kevin.
Finishing is half the battle.
Have you gotten
any feedback so far?
Are you kidding? I
did what you said.
Nobody's seen a page.
I think you're gonna
love the ending.
Uh, wait, wait, don't tell
me, don't tell me, don't
I want to read it.
I can't wait to find out
if the hero survives
the cell block riot.
Well, there are a few surprises.
I'm gonna read it right now.
Why don't you hang out here
and make yourself at home.
There's food in the
kitchen, the pool is heated,
towels and trunks on the porch.
(laughs)
Great, thanks.
DENNIS: In fact, in
the hands of someone
with more experience and a
track record, I see a
big potential book deal,
but the way it is
I thought you liked my writing.
Oh, I do, I do.
Yeah, but you're young.
This is your first try.
The reality is, if you
went to a publisher now
Well, what are you
saying, it's all a waste?
No, no, no, no, of course not.
No way.
Now, if I brought
it to my publisher
I mean, if my name
were on the title page,
I'd see a definite book deal.
Your name? Yeah.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about paying
you for the basic premise,
you know, the story.
I got a lot of ideas,
some new characters,
new moves, dialogue.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
It's mine.
Kevin, you're jumping
the gun on this.
What I'm proposing
is paying you.
I'm talking about
$20,000, $25,000.
That kind of money would
set you up pretty nice.
You could write and
forget about washing cars.
I've spent over
a year of my life
working on this thing.
Every day, every night.
It's good.
I know it's good.
Kevin, I can show you
a trunkful of stuff I wrote
while I was still on the force.
You know, you're expecting
things to happen overnight.
It doesn't work that way.
You have to pay your dues.
Thanks anyway.
Maybe I ought to just
take my book and go.
Kevin, don't do something
you'll be sorry for later.
You're young.
There will be other books.
Yeah, thanks anyway
but I'm going.
Okay, kid, okay, you win.
Maybe with some heavy rewrite,
we can fix this baby
up, who knows?
Then, you can have your shot.
I can put you in touch
with the right people.
Sound better, hmm?
Yeah, that would
be great, Dennis.
(keys jangling)
Hi, Kevin. Had a good day?
Oh, yeah, I've been reading.
You've got so many books. Yeah.
What do you say I slap
on a couple of steaks
and go over your pages? Great.
Oh, damn, my
housekeeper is so lazy.
Kevin, you mind
running to the store?
I don't have a damn
thing to eat in this house.
Sure, it's the least I can do.
Good.
I'll give you a list
and some directions.
While you're out, I
have a prescription
that needs picking
up Do you mind?
Not if there's a steak
at the other end.
You know how long it's
been since I had a real steak?
What, about four years?
(laughs): Yeah.
Here, take the 4x4.
Just follow these directions,
and you won't get lost.
See you when you get back.
All right.
♪
♪
♪
(thuds)
(lock clicks)
♪
Psst!
(gunshot)
(gags)
(indistinct chatter)
♪
Hello, Jake.
We got a mess on
our hands or what?
Well, it's not pretty.
Witnesses say it was an ambush.
(engine starts)
I know this guy.
Wallet says his
name's Kevin Berry.
Can you believe it?
He was released
from state prison today.
I helped put him away
four years ago for robbery.
He'd have been better off if
he'd stayed where he was.
You know what he was doing here?
Yeah, he was picking
up this prescription.
"Dennis Julian."
He's also the guy who owns
the car that Berry was driving.
Stolen? We don't know.
We're calling Julian's number,
but he's got an
answering machine on.
Listen, Jake,
whoever cracked this
guy was wearing glasses.
We got a lens.
You got any prints?
It's still early,
but we can hope.
Sergeant! Found this.
Hello, Lieutenant.
Hi, Mike. How you doing?
"Vincente Hotel."
It was dropped next to
this crushed out cigar.
Might be more, excuse me.
Thanks.
Killer was seen smoking
a cigar; could be his.
Listen, we got a
description on this guy.
Six foot, medium build, beard,
wearing glasses,
smoking a cigar.
He limps, too.
What are you psychic
or do you know the guy?
His name's Clay.
Berry claimed he
never pulled the robbery
we nailed him
for four years ago.
Said it was some
guy he met in a bar.
You remember, you did
all the paperwork on it.
He was working as a waiter
at that restaurant on Third.
Oh, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah!
The manager canned him,
and then he fingered Berry
as the guy in the ski mask
that robbed him a
couple of nights later.
That's it.
You put in a lot of your
own time on Clay didn't you?
Yeah.
Never turned up.
Turned up tonight.
Sure did.
All right, let's clean it up.
(doorbell rings)
Oh, J.L.
I'm sorry, I was
expecting someone else.
Kevin Berry?
Well, yeah, yeah, that's right.
But how did you know about?
Dennis, he's dead.
What?
I just came from the scene.
He died of gunshot wounds.
The shooter got away.
We've been trying to reach you.
He was driving your car.
I know, I I loaned it to him.
The answering machine's on.
I've been working.
My God!
Dennis, how did you
meet Kevin Berry?
He was a protégé,
I guess you'd say.
I discovered him in one of
those inmate writing workshops.
I invited him to stop by
when he made his
release, and that was today.
Can I get you guys something?
J.L.: No. No, thank
you, not for me.
I just dropped by to make
sure that you were all right.
Was it robbery?
No, we don't think so.
Berry swore he'd find the man
who framed him when he got out.
Said it was a man named Clay.
Yeah, I'm familiar
with Kevin's case.
He told me about it.
Looks like this Clay
found Berry first.
The best defense
is a good offense?
That's right, but I couldn't
find Clay four years ago.
Now he shows up again.
The guy's got a
great sense of timing.
Dennis, is there anything
else you can tell us?
No, I I don't think so, J.L.
I don't, I really
don't think so.
I don't know the kid that well.
Just that he,
he showed a hell
of a lot of promise.
Hmm
What a shame.
I wonder how Clay
knew where to find Berry?
Well, maybe he
followed him from prison.
Followed him all the way here?
Why not?
Word gets out
about a con's release.
Then when Clay saw
Berry leave here tonight,
he followed him again,
waited for an opening, then
Dennis, what's wrong?
Well, someone I knew an
ex-convict named Kevin Berry
Was shot and killed tonight.
Kevin Berry? I know that name.
He sent me some of his work.
He what?
Well, yes.
As I remember, they
were short stories.
Apparently, you
mentioned my name
in that prison program.
His work was raw,
but it was interesting.
Dennis, if you think
of anything else,
call, would you?
Yeah, yeah, sure
Of course I will.
I hope you nail this
Clay, whoever he is.
Yeah. Well, we'll be in touch.
Listen, if you need a
hand, please let me know.
Sure thing. Good night, Dennis.
Good night.
Thanks.
I'm glad you're all right.
I was worried about you.
About me? Why?
Well, you told me
you'd be home later
if I wanted to drop by
and I've been calling
you since around 7:00,
but all I could get
was your machine.
Oh, well, I had it on
because I was trying to work.
At night? That's a first.
If you want that last chapter,
I've changed my habits.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to push.
Holly, it's not you.
It's the pressure to
finally let go of the work.
You know.
Well, I guess I'd
better be going home.
Okay.
I'm awfully sorry
about that young writer.
In his letter, he said that
he was starting a novel
and that you were
helping him with it.
I wonder what happened to it?
Beats me.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Good night.
Good night.
JAKE: Room's registered
to an Edgar Porter.
Paid cash.
I spoke to the clerk
who rented him the room.
Hello, John. How
you doing, John?
Porter's description matches
Clay's right down to the limp.
(distant siren wails)
Yeah, this is
your man all right.
Old clippings about
Kevin Berry's arrest.
This is about the trial.
The room's paid till noon.
I'd like to stake it out.
Ah, Jake, he's probably
a hundred miles
away from here by now.
Yeah, I know, but
you never know.
Why would he rent a room?
Maybe he didn't think
he was gonna get a shot
at Berry so fast.
Nobody said this guy
was a world-class dresser.
Look at this.
Size 15 1/2 collar.
Not a very big neck is it? No.
What about the coat?
Ah it's about my size.
Attractive, don't you think?
Oh, yes, yes.
How tall was he again?
The description said six feet.
Oh.
He's supposed to
have a limp, right?
Right.
Then why are the soles
and the heels of his
shoes worn so evenly?
How is he?
(groans)
Ah, his nose is very dry.
I don't like it.
Did you tell the janitor
to turn down the
air conditioning?
It's freezing in here.
I talked to the
maintenance engineer.
"Maintenance engineer"?
Everybody under
the sun these days
calls himself an
engineer: sales engineer,
sanitation engineer.
Mr. McCabe, I talked to the
air conditioning engineer
The man in charge
of air conditioning.
He said he'd look
into it right away.
Damn it to hell, Derek, I
want them in here today!
Max could get pneumonia.
I'll speak to him again.
Hi, J.L.
You busy?
Hi, Dennis.
I'm actually on my way out.
Oh, Dennis Julian,
this is one of my
deputies, Derek Mitchell.
Mr. Julian, this is
a real thrill for me.
I've read all your
books. Well, thank you.
My favorite is
Nightmare in Blue where
the guy poses as a cop.
Derek, you've already left,
haven't you?
Oh, right. Sorry.
Well, what's happening?
How's it going on the
Kevin Berry homicide?
Oh, we're looking
for Berry's ex-cellmate
to see if he knows anything.
And Jake's working
on this so-called Clay.
What do you mean "so-called"?
Dennis, I-I'm late
for court already.
I'll call you later, huh?
Yeah, yeah sure. (J.L. whistles)
What's your next
book, Mr. Julian?
It's a prison story.
Be out in a couple of months.
Oh, great.
What's
what's McCabe's
problem with this Clay?
Well, between you and me,
Mr. McCabe's not so sure
this guy Clay even exists.
(chuckling): No, you're kidding.
Well, the lab report came back
on the lens from Clay's glasses.
It was non-prescription,
just plain clear glass.
Hmm, well, that's a wrinkle.
(inhales deeply)
But Styles sure thinks
he's for real, doesn't he?
Well, maybe not so much anymore.
They think someone might
be trying to set up a false trail,
but Jake's staking out the hotel
just in case this
guy Clay shows up.
(chuckling): Hey, you could write
a book about a case like this, right?
Huh?
(chuckling): Oh,
yeah, yeah, sure could.
Well I'd better get going.
Oh, nice talking to you, sir.
Yeah, nice talking
to you, Derek.
Oh, listen, Derek, if you
hear of anything else,
I'd sure appreciate you
keeping me updated.
You got it.
(siren wailing distantly)
♪
(indistinct radio transmission)
(footsteps shuffling)
Hold it! Police officer!
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
(tires screeching)
Hey, hey, oh, whoa!
(tires screeching)
I put out an APB
on that getaway car.
It was stolen about an hour
before he got to that garage.
Sure those things
are good for him?
Oh, they're wonderful for him.
Yeah, I'm sure Clay
dumped that car by now.
Well, it won't lead us to him.
You know why? Why?
The guy I chased wasn't Clay.
What are you talking about?
Well
once the action started,
the only thing this
guy had in his head
was getting the
hell out of there.
Then I noticed that
his limp switched
from his right leg to his left.
He was faking it all along.
You sure about this, Jake?
I'm positive.
He made a mistake, he panicked.
You know what?
I think the only reason
he showed up at all
was because he
wanted Clay to be seen.
There you are, boy.
You know, ground beef
would be better for him.
No, n-no, no,
Jake, you'd spoil his appetite
if you fed him that stuff.
Now, how could this Clay,
or whoever the hell he is,
have known that you
were staking out that hotel?
Nobody knew about that but us.
(clearing throat): I, uh
I'm not sure if this
means anything,
but, um, I mentioned
it to someone.
You told someone? Who?
Well, I, I told Julian.
I told him about the stakeout
and I told him you were
already suspicious of Clay.
I-I thought he was family.
(sighs)
I'm sorry, Mr. McCabe.
No, no, don't be.
You might have done us a favor.
Jake, I know what
you're thinking.
You got an answer?
No.
What reason could
Dennis Julian possibly have
for killing Kevin Berry, huh?
JAKE: Hi.
Hi.
How you doing?
Here, let me take that
for you. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thanks for coming
by; I appreciate it.
Well, you made it sound
so important, Lieutenant.
Call me Jake. Jake.
Uh, what would you like?
Um, just a club soda, please.
So what's it about, Jake?
Um, what's this about?
I, uh
(laughs)
Well, let me just, let
me just put it this way.
As the DA's
investigator, you know,
I-I come across
a lot of wild cases.
Ah
and you thought about writing
about some of them, hmm?
(laughs)
Well, in a way.
Now, you know, I see a
guy like Dennis Julian doing it
and I think, you know, I
mean, I could do the same thing.
I know I was a little
rough on him the other day,
but I was, uh, I was jealous.
Jake, believe me,
writing isn't as
easy as it looks.
I-I'm sure it's not, b-but
I think I could do it.
I really do With
a little bit of help,
you know, from someone
like yourself maybe.
You helped Dennis
out, didn't you?
Well, Dennis' first couple
of books were a little rough,
and we worked on them
and they sold fairly well,
but since then he
has honed his craft.
That's taken time, but the novel
that he is writing now
is the best thing that
he has ever written.
It's, uh been a few years
since he's had a
best seller, right?
Five years, but this
novel is a knockout.
Really?
That good?
You said he's still writing it.
Well, he's writing
the last chapter.
What's it about?
I'm sorry, but I'm really
not allowed to say.
Ah.
Okay, we're going to
keep it a secret, right?
Until I've set the publication
date and the ad campaign.
Jake, um
is that what this was all about?
(sighing): Um, yeah.
(both chuckling)
Um
what can you tell me
about Kevin Berry?
What about him?
You said he wrote
you from prison.
He sent you some of his work.
You still have that?
(chuckles)
I'm sorry, but I sent it back.
Why are you so
interested in them?
We're, uh, putting together
a profile of the victim.
I mean, the more
we know about him,
the better chance
we have of catching
the killer. Now, wait a minute.
I thought you said that
you knew who did it.
The limping man.
Clay.
Yeah. No, no, no, we're, uh
working on a new suspect now.
Really?
Yeah.
Who?
I'm not allowed to say.
(sighs)
Dennis, you have
outdone yourself.
This last chapter is everything
that I expected and more.
(laughs)
Now, wait a minute,
now, wait a minute.
You wouldn't be
conning me, would you?
(sighs) Hmm?
The showdown with the
warden leaps off the page.
It does? (laughs)
I am so happy for you.
Now, down to practical matters.
We should discuss the rewrite.
Oh, Holly, please.
My poor bleeding
fingers need a rest.
You know, I've been thinking of
going to Mexico for a few days.
Now, that's a good idea,
and we'd get the changes
done that much sooner
if I came along and
we worked together.
Yeah, yeah, but that might
prove a little too distracting.
(Holly chuckles, doorbell rings)
Would you get
that, Holly, please?
Okay.
(door opens)
J.L.: Hello again, Miss Poole.
You know, Jake
Styles was telling me
how much he enjoyed
talking with you this afternoon.
(both chuckle)
What's that about
you and Styles?
Well, it seems the
lieutenant is interested
in a literary career.
Oh, I see.
Another cop wants to cash
in on his daring exploits, huh?
(chuckles)
What's up, J.L.?
How goes the investigation?
Well, not too good.
I hope I'm not
interrupting things.
No, no, not at all.
Good. May I, uh?
Sure. Thank you.
Dennis
(sighs)
when Berry came
here from the prison,
did he have any
belongings with him?
Yeah, as a matter
of fact, he had a bag.
I notified his parole officer.
Do you still have it?
Sure.
Oh, Holly, would you
mind? It's in that closet.
Thank you.
(door opens)
(door closes)
HOLLY: This it?
Yeah, that's it.
Oh, thank you.
May I? Sure.
Thank you.
Damn it.
What are you looking for?
We think that Kevin
was working on a novel.
I called the prison.
They said that that's how
he spent all of his time.
I was hoping it
might be in this bag.
Did he ever show you a novel?
No.
He sent me some poetry,
short stories, things like that,
but, no, nothing from a novel.
J.L.: Well, we're still trying
to find his ex-cellmate.
Maybe he'll know something.
What has the book got to
do with his murder anyway?
Oh, I don't know.
It's some kind of
cockamamie idea
Jake Styles is working on
That he was killed
because of
something in the book.
What ever happened
to that suspect Clay?
Oh, we've just
about eliminated him.
In fact, we believe that Clay
never existed to begin with.
He was a phantom
sprung from Berry's
fertile imagination.
Jake thinks the
killer stole the idea
to make Clay the fall guy
in Berry's murder.
And people think I'm creative.
Dennis,
I'm sure you'll understand,
but I have to ask this.
Where were you
today around noon?
I can't believe
what I'm hearing.
Oh, come on, Dennis,
you know the
drill as well as I do.
All bases have to be covered.
(sighs)
I understand.
I was here.
I was here working.
That's not true, Dennis.
What do you mean
that's not true?
Are you saying that I'm a liar?
We talked to your gardener.
He said you
weren't here at noon.
In fact you didn't come back
until 3:00.
He was with me.
At my apartment.
(chuckles)
Darling, it's very
gallant of you
to try to protect my reputation.
Well, it seems
chivalry is not dead.
(laughs)
Well, I guess
that does it for me.
Thank you, Dennis.
Miss Poole.
I'll find my way out.
So long, J.L.
(door opens and shuts)
Well, looks like I owe you.
I only did what I had to do
for the both of us.
I'm sure that's
all you did, too.
I know we're going to have
such a wonderful time in Mexico.
How you doin', Charlie?
We'd like to talk
to you for a minute.
Charlie Travis,
this is District
Attorney McCabe.
Hello, Charlie.
Listen, you were, uh,
Kevin Berry's cellmate
for nearly three
years weren't you?
Hey, now look, man,
I'm calling this
my coffee break,
but I take too long I'm gone
and I need this job.
Charlie, we're not here
to ruin your day, okay?
We just want to know
that you can tell us
about your old
roomy Kevin Berry.
It's too bad about Kevin.
I really thought he was
gonna make it as a writer.
(McCabe laughs)
Max really likes you.
His nose is warm.
What have you got, a cold?
Oh, the problem's with the
air-conditioning in my office.
Thank God the poor thing
hasn't caught pneumonia.
Listen, uh, Charlie,
you were there when
Kevin checked into the joint.
Did he say he was innocent?
Man, you save that for lawyers
and people on the outside.
Then he admitted to
pulling the robbery?
Yeah.
Tried to hang it on
some guy he made up.
Some guy named Clay.
Charlie, Berry wrote while
he was in the cell, didn't he?
You kiddin'?
That's all he ever
did was writin'.
Then he'd mail them pages
off to some writer, um
Dennis Julian?
Yeah, Julian.
He was helpin' him.
Did you ever read
what he was writing?
Yeah.
I looked at some of it,
but I
I don't read too good, okay?
Do you remember
what it was about?
Yeah, it was about some con
started a riot to bring
down the warden
because he was
treati" everybody bad.
Who else was in it?
Look, I don't know.
That's all he ever
told me I remember.
(groans)
I'm sorry.
It looks worse this morning.
Yeah.
I'll have the bullet taken
out once we get to Mexico.
Maybe we should have
tried to get a flight last night.
No, no, no, no, that could
have caused suspicion.
I'm sure Styles has no idea
that he wounded me yesterday.
Why don't you get going, Holly,
I'll take care of this.
Are you sure? Yeah, go ahead.
Go ahead I'll take
care of it. Okay.
I'll get the bags.
Okay. Okay.
Hi!
Jake.
Nice day for a trip.
Well, we're in a bit of a hurry.
We're catching a plane at noon.
Where you going, New
York? Uh, no, Mexico.
Oh. Dennis needs a few days
to relax and think
about revisions.
You know, uh, McCabe is
a good friend of your boss.
Jake, I really don't have time.
No, your boss
said yesterday that
that meeting went through lunch.
You and Julian weren't at
your apartment, were you?
Jake, we were
and I might have been
wrong about the exact time.
If you're lying to
cover for Julian,
you could be an
accessory, you know that?
An accessory to what?
Murder.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Holly, I'm trying to give
you a chance to cooperate.
Now tell me what you know
about Julian's relationship
with Kevin Berry.
Let's go talk it
over with Julian.
Come on.
DENNIS: Styles! Hi.
What can I do for you?
I, uh, heard that your new
book is almost finished.
I'd like to take a look at it.
Now? Yeah, if you don't mind.
It's only gonna
take a few minutes.
Jake, I already told you we have
a plane Holly,
I'll handle this.
I thought you didn't
like my work, Styles.
(chuckles)
Well, it does hold
a certain fascination
for me.
Especially this new book.
You see we located
Berry's cellmate.
He had a rough
copy of Berry's book.
Oh, yeah?
Hmm.
What's it about?
A convict leads
prisoners in a revolt
against a sadistic warden.
I'd like to look at your book
to see if the two stories
resemble each other.
HOLLY: Dennis, I really
Holly, why don't
you go get packed?
I'll pick you up
in a little while.
I really think that under
the circumstances
DENNIS: We have to
be at the airport by 11:30.
I don't want to hold anybody
up but this is important.
Taking aspirin.
Hope I didn't cause a headache.
Hardly. No?
Hey, tell me,
Styles, do you really
expect me to believe that you
found something incriminating
in Berry's book?
You know what I think?
What?
I think you've just
been to Holly's office.
That's it, isn't it?
Huh?
You've gotten hold of my book
and you've just
described it back to me.
No one has given anything
out about your book
at the publishers.
You can ask Holly.
Okay.
The lead character
in Berry's novel,
what's his name?
You can't answer me, can you?
Now, if I had stolen
someone else's work,
which you seem to be implying,
do you really think
I'd be so careless
as to not change the
names of the characters?
Or rewrite it in my own style?
I guess we'll have to
subpoena a copy of your novel
to make the comparison.
Why haven't you
already done that?
(laughs)
You know what, Styles?
I think your running a bluff.
You don't have anything.
There is no copy.
(phone rings)
So either you
arrest me or get out.
You gonna answer that?
I said get the hell out of here.
(ringing continues)
Hello?
Hello?
Yesterday when I chased you
through that garage, I
thought you got sloppy.
I thought you got sloppy
and shifted that phony
limp from one leg to another,
but I haven't been
giving you enough credit.
You're not that careless.
But I'm afraid you are,
Styles.
You really should have gone.
I guess I haven't been
giving myself enough credit.
I'm a pretty good shot.
Now slide out your gun.
That's it.
That's it. Nice and easy.
Attaboy.
Toss it on that sofa.
Go ahead.
You know you're really
not a bad cop, Styles.
McCabe knows where I am.
You're gonna have to come up
with a real good story
to explain me away.
I guess you could shoot me
and then say that I left, but
I don't think J.L.'s
gonna go for that.
(gunshot)
Don't even think
about it, Styles.
(gunshot)
(groans)
J.L.: Call an ambulance.
Nice shot.
Glad you haven't lost your eye.
Well, you didn't do too
bad yourself yesterday.
We found the getaway
car Dennis had stolen.
There were blood
stains on the carpet.
Yeah.
I figured that there
might be trouble
so I came right over.
Well, it doesn't look that bad.
God, I hope he makes it.
Nothing would give
me more pleasure
than to get him and
his girlfriend into court.
I think you're gonna
get your chance.
You just winged him.
That's what I
intended to do, my boy.
Oh, really? Why didn't you just
shoot the gun out of his hands.
Why didn't you
just Are you aware
that I just saved your life?
Huh? Does this mean
I owe you dinner now?
What, you expect me
to pick up the check?
I'm a hero. Oh, no.
I just saved your life. Oh.