At the office, Lionel is pursuing his hobby and pouring over clippings of the 40-year-old murder case of Sable Hill, a minor actress. E.L. isn't particularly interested. Lionel comes up with a theory and then stops E.L. from betting on the horses. The partners take to the streets and Lionel laments how modern murders are crude compared to the elegance of the Sable Hill murder. A car tries to run E.L. down and then the driver opens fire. E.L. avoids taking any damage, but has to admit he doesn't know anyone trying to kill him at the moment...Read the full recap
E.L.: Loose ends never fit, Lionel. That's why they call them loose ends.
Lionel: Mr. Laws, please, this is against the law. Um, you used to be a policeman. Surely you know that if you commit an assault, you'll go to jail for it.
Vernon Laws: Yeah, that's the nice thing about being old. Time becomes... real abstract. Most you're going to get out of me is a year, maybe two.
Sgt. Bogart: What about you, Jackson, you got a gun?
E.L.: Not me, Jackson. I just dodge the bullets and dance at the funerals.
Sgt. Bogart: I just love a smart mouth.
E.L.: Well, I'm glad it works for you.