[Sally Larkin is at a jewelry store trying to sell some of her jewelry]
SMr. Sheckman
[Examining one piece] Hm...
SLSally Larkin
Whaddaya (what do you) think?
SMr. Sheckman
It's very nice. A little too nice. You sure you don't want to take this to an auction house, maybe Sotheby's?
SLSally Larkin
I can't. [Smiles] I don't want any publicity.
SMr. Sheckman
Well, we might be able to find a buyer. We'll need some time, though. A week.
[Sally puts the other merchandise back in her bag]
SMr. Sheckman
A week? OK, I'll call you in a week then. And if you do find a buyer, let them know that I've got some other things that I'm looking to sell. A whole house full, actually. Thank you. [She starts to head for the door, but stops, petrified]
SMrs. Sheckman
You need an umbrella? [Sally doesn't respond] Sweetheart, are you all right?
SLSally Larkin
[Pause, then turns to them] Yeah, yeah. I thought I saw my husband. [Laughs] I guess I'm just a little jumpy. Thank you again. I'll be in touch. [Uses her purse to cover her head as she runs across the street to her car]
Okay, listen up! You know the situation. We've got a missing woman. Her name is Sally Larkin. Her husband is suspect #1. Now Mr. Lar... [Disher swings his jacket and it hits Stottlemeyer on the back] ...kin owns this house right here and these seven acres. And we are going to search that seven acres, thoroughly. Let's go.
[Natalie and a newly hypnotized Monk park on the bridge]