All language subtitles for Ironside s02e13 Sergeant Mike

Afternoon, Sergeant.

Hello, Chief.

Well, Doc?

Need an autopsy to be certain.

From the marks on the body, broken neck.
And the house is ransacked. The same M

.O. as the last five times.

All very interesting. But mind telling
me why we were called in?

Homicide, that's your department.

That's the way I see it, too. No
offense, Chief.

But the commissioner gave me direct
orders, and... I get it.

All right.

What else do you have?

It's that dog.

A neighbor heard him howling and called
us.

We found him trying to get out. Took two
men to subdue him.

We looked him over.

Found a lump on his head.

Shall I send him to the pound now?

No, let him stay a while.

What for?

He's a witness.

You wouldn't want him otherwise.

I wouldn't want him at all.

What do we have?

Victim's name was Emma Newfame.

Spencer, about 45.

Looks like another trauma killing, all
right.

Ed.

Excuse me.

All right, Mark.

Let's have a look around the kitchen.

Let's open these cupboards.

Take a look out that door and tell me
what you see.

couple of garbage cans.

Nothing else?

Nope.

All right.

Get the dog. We're taking him with us. I
would like to point out that I'm

allergic to dogs that bite.

He's a maniac.

He's also our only lead to the prowler.

You notice anything strange about this
kitchen?

It's a kitchen. A plain, ordinary,
normal kitchen.

Get the dog.

Here! Just have to know the language.

Big one?

No, I'm almost finished.

Somebody lose something?

No, it's just full of leaves.

There, that's got it.

All right, Mark.

Put him in the wagon.

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy. Get in.

Up.

Up, boy.

Up.

Try another language, chief.

Up, boy. Up.

Sergeant, get in and call him.

Hey!

Come back with that.

Give me that bat.

Come on, drop it.

That's city property. It'll come out of
my pocket. Pay him.

Pills.

Good dog.

Good dog.

Drop it.

Drop it.

Drop it.

Here, give it to me.

Better face it, Chief.

You now own one crowbar.

Or at least he does.

He's the kind of a dog who works on
command.

I said something to him to make him take
it.

Some other command will make him drop
it.

First thing in the morning, I want you
to buy a dog dish, some dog food, a

leash, a flea collar.

You might also pick up some cod liver
oil.

Could I sell you some money if we
brought them along from the house? Yes,

could have, couldn't we?

Wait a minute.

There weren't any of those things at the
new faint house. That's right.

No provision for a dog. A nice, normal
kitchen. Nothing strange.

Don't lean on me. You're the detective.

Well, if it wasn't her dog, whose is it?
Mark, when we learn that, we might find

ourselves a killer.

Good night, Mark.

Night, Chief.

Good night, dog.

Quiet, sir.

You ought to be hungry enough to eat the
whole building by now. Look, go on,

boy, eat.

Good morning.

Hi. Where's the chief?

By the llama, the commissioner.

Oh, isn't he beautiful?

Hello. Hey, be careful.

I was beginning to think he only hated
meat.

Why are we keeping a vicious brute like
that?

The chief likes his character.

He says he has a basic distrust of human
motives that's... Truly endearing.

Utterly lovely.

Anything special he wants me to do?

Expect some newspaper photographers to
take pictures of the dog.

Why? Well, he wants to advertise them,
page one of every edition.

Chief Hineside's office.

Oh, good morning, Chief.

What?

Yes, sir.

No, he hasn't eaten his breakfast yet.
Let me know.

Six murders by the same killer in the
past few months.

People are afraid to have anybody come
into their homes.

The mayor has stopped saying good
morning to me.

And you're playing with a dog.

Your fault, Dennis.

You wish this case on me, and without so
much as a by your leave, I might add.

Homicide is getting nowhere.

I need you, Bob.

And for the time being, I need that dog.

What do you want me to do, bark out a
confession?

Well, I don't believe he's the prowler.

I don't believe that a killer would take
his dog to the scene of the crime.

We don't know that the owner of the dog
is the killer.

At any rate, the dog got into that
house, and I intend to find out how and

And the dog will help.

Naturally.

Yes?

Sergeant Brown.

Yes, Ed? Been checking the Newfane
house, and I have a visitor you might be

interested in.

Who? Dead woman's nephew, Edward
Newfane. Hold him. I'll be there in 20

No, the dog hasn't made a statement yet.

Oh, no, sit down and be comfortable.

Oh, thanks.

You must be Chief Ironside.

I'm sorry about your eye.

Well, she was a little salty, hard as
nails, but she was awfully good to me.

other relatives?

Just the two of us.

Did you see her often?

Well, every now and then, yes. I'd come
by to see how she was and give her a

chance to blow me out.

Ed.

Did you have Mr. Newfane go through the
house?

Yeah, we made a list of missing articles
as far as he could remember.

Much? Well, whoever robbed him knew what
he was doing.

My aunt's best jewelry is all missing.
Anyone else around?

Servants? Tradesmen?

There was a man who came in and did the
cleaning twice a week.

Do you know him? She hired him at one of
those agencies on Market Street.

He was a down -and -outer. He worked to
make drinking money.

You've been very helpful, Mr. Newfane.

We'd like to feel we could call on you
if we need you.

Anytime.

Uh, Mr. Newfane, what kind of dog do you
have?

No kind. Why?

Well, I just thought you might have a
dog.

Thank you.

Get on that cleaning man right away.

Okay, but I've got something here you
might want to look at.

Found it in the bedroom on the floor
behind a chair.

J .T.

That sure doesn't sound like Edwin
Youfay.

One handcrafted cuff link, one dog, one
cleaning man.

We're getting all sorts of pieces to the
puzzle.

Ed and I want the records on all
previous Prowler murders. Chase them

soon as we get back.

Okay. What's the matter, boy? Why don't
you eat?

He hasn't touched a bite.

Will the newspapers run the story?

They've already been here.

Pictures will start in the early
editions.

We have a bill for $23.

For what?

One pair of slacks. The photographer
left wrapped in his own newspaper.

That's why the dog isn't eating. His
diet is humans.

I think this is a well -trained dog.

Among other things, trained not to eat
until given a certain command.

That means he won't eat, period.

How so?

Whoever comes for that dog walks into a
murder case.

He'll think a long time before he does
that.

Maybe.

Records on the Prowler murders.

Fully digested, I presume.

Just about swallowed.

Victims were all single, lived alone,
had independent means.

Had them so far.

They all seemed to be about the same
age, too. Late 40s, early 50s.

They were all robbed and all men.

That breaks the pattern.

He's murdered a woman this time.

Here are some photos of the rooms in
which the victims were found.

All right, blow this up.

This area here.

Yes, sir.

And just so you won't feel left out, I
want you to trace this cuff link.

Get me the name of the owner.

It's handcrafted. Must have come from a
custom jeweler.

That's a start.

Do you know how many there are in San
Francisco?

Eve, I'm sure you'll find out.

On your way.

Hello? Is this Mr. Ironside's office?

That's right. Come on in.

You have company, Chief.

Tompkins and I came after my dog.

All right, Charlie, you say he's your
dog.

What's his name?

Mike. Sergeant Mike is his whole name,
but I just call him Mike.

Can you prove he's your dog?

He didn't eat, did he?

That's right.

Not since we found him.

Mike, hit the tail line.

See? Does he know any other trick?

Sure.

Mike, we're going to play shootout.

Mike, bang!

Dead dogs don't wag tails.

Very good.

Now, how about his trick of borrowing
thing?

He helped himself to this crowbar.

Now it seems to be more precious than a
bone.

Get it, Sergeant.

Sure, you said, Sergeant, get in.

You'd never get it from him now.

We've discovered that.

Mike, 30 days.

Well, at least he respects the law.

Charlie, why would you ever teach him a
thing like that?

Just a trick. Can we go now?

You know where we found him, don't you,
Charlie?

Yes, sir. I read about it in the papers.

What was he doing there?

He ran away.

Exactly where were you when he ran away?

that house, you know.

Where was the house?

You know, where the paper said.

The paper didn't say.

And he's not really your dog, is he,
Charlie?

He's the colonel.

I didn't want him to get in trouble.

Colonel who?

Just the colonel. He lives in the shack
out on the dump near Hunter's Point.

At least he did.

What do you mean he did?

He's in jail.

Hey.

Oh, Sergeant Mike.

Come on, boy.

Oh, they got you locked up, too, huh?

Oh, injustice runs rampant throughout
the land, doesn't it? Oh, boy.

What a kid.

My big boy.

You got a cigarette?

Sit down. You're still in custody.

Rules and regulations, sir.

How'd you find me?

Your employment agency and your dog.

Smart dog, but he talks too much.

He's a mix.

They're the smartest.

You know, the purebred has a brain
that's all bred out of them.

Good for show, that's about all.

End of lecture?

Yeah.

End of lecture.

waste of pearls.

You worked at Emma Newfane's house?

Right. You gonna book me now or you
wanna wait till I finish my current rap?

Book you for what?

The lady's dead.

I was there.

Opportunity, maybe even motive.

You have a case. Why don't you just tell
us what happened and let us draw our

own conclusions?

Okay, but you won't believe me.

Wednesday.

My day to work for Miss Newfane.

I did all the heavy cleaning, washing
the woodwork and walls.

You know, that kind of thing.

I didn't know if Miss Newfane would
object, but I brought along Sergeant

with me anyway.

If she'd said anything, I was going to
quit. What time did you get there?

About... Just before nine.

How'd you get into the house?

This new thing left the back door open.
Then you found her body.

Better than that.

I saw her get killed.

You saw the killer?

No, sir. I said I saw her get killed.

You'd better explain that.

Well, I walked into the kitchen and I
heard this noise coming from the living

room. The mic began to get a little
spooky.

So I opened the door to take a look.

I saw Miss Newfane drop to the floor.

Mike started after the guy who did it.

The trouble was that the morning sun was
pouring through the window and all I

could see was a black figure against the
light.

He slammed Mike with a poker and started
after me. And then? I ran.

Straight to the elite bar?

The colonel was picked up there late
yesterday afternoon, drunk and

Nice to mirror him. Bad habit of mine.

When I get scared, I just gotta have me
a drink. It's been all afternoon getting

fortified.

Well, most of it.

I told you you wouldn't believe me.

Looks like you're living pretty high,
old boy.

Easy murder one.

Too easy.

You don't believe him?

No one in his right mind would believe a
story like that.

If it weren't for one thing. The dog.

A man planning murder doesn't take his
dog along.

You keep thinking that way, and you'll
make commission or something.

In any case, check him out. See if he
has a record. Right.

Photo lab just finished that blow -up
you wanted.

Good. The original's in there, too.

Just his wristwatch.

Pretty expensive looking, don't you
think?

I'm with you.

Why would the killer leave it behind?

Could have overlooked it, I suppose, or
been in too much of a hurry.

Angelo Reed, age 52, Caucasian.

Do you have a list of what was stolen
from him?

Yeah, in the file.

Wasn't very much, as I remember.

Here. Rings, stick pin, other odds and
ends of jewelry, and his wallet.

Killer stopped to take his wallet, not
his watch.

Any of this recovered?

No.

All of the robberies, nothing was ever
recovered from any of them? No.

Wait a minute.

There was one haul.

piercing one, I think, some jewelry. It
was accidentally found in a storm drain.

Storm drain?

Yeah, the theory is that the prowler had
to unload it in a hurry for some

reason, so he stuffed it down a sewer
and then it washed into the storm drain.

One thing the department never runs out
of in that theory is 2850 Mason right on

top of Knob Hill.

All right, thanks, Ed. You better get
some sleep.

I have a feeling it's going to be pretty
busy out tomorrow.

Right. I'll see you in the morning.

Good night.

You ready for bed?

No.

No, I think I'll stay up a while.

Talk to Mike.

I don't know what you two find to say to
each other.

You know, if we're going to work
together, we'll have to get along.

You're as tough as you put on.

Yes, come here.

I want you to sit.

Sit. Sit.

That's good, though. Now you stay there.

You stay.

You stay.

Stay.

Stay.

Come on, Mike.

a good dog. That's a good dog.

You're a good dog. You want to play,
huh?

Is that what you want to do?

You want to play?

You want to play shootout? Is that it?

All right.

Get ready. Get ready.

All right.

Now sit.

Sit. Sit.

Sit. Sit.

Sit. Sit. Sit.

Now you stay.

Ready?

Bang!

Dead dogs don't wag tails.

Come on, up.

Come on, up.

Now tell me, who killed Emma Newfang?

Morning, Chief.

Isn't he here?

He was gone even before I came in.

Left a message he could be reached to
the Department of Health. What in the

world is he doing there?

I'm sure we'll find out soon enough.

You better make that a short one.

The rest of the message is for you.

Have Eve call me as soon as she's traced
that cuff link.

Well, I haven't. I've been to two dozen
custom jewelers so far, and that's only

half my list.

I can at least opt for a cup of coffee.
Hey, hey, hey, don't rain on me.

As far as I'm concerned, you can have as
many as you want.

You get a make sheet on that colonel
yet?

Hi, Mike.

He's a live one.

Starts with petty theft, purse
snatching.

Oh, that's why I was teaching the dog to
steal things. Yeah.

But now he's moved on up to bigger and
better things.

Stortion, blackmail, the drop game.

Blackmail again.

He did five on the last count in New
York. Quite a character.

Quite a suspect.

Chief Ironside's office.

Oh, yes, Chief.

Any word from Evia?

She's on her way now.

Uh, where are you? At the health
department?

No, heading for Mason in California.

I'll meet you there in a minute and a
half.

I'm on my way. Watch up. Not up, Ed.

Down.

Dirt is right.

Angelo Reed.

That settles it.

Robbery wasn't the motive for his
murder.

I'll leave it to you to determine if
robbery was the motive in the other

cases. You mean five more sewers?

I'm sure you've heard many times that
these work is often dirty work.

Mark, just think of his pearl diving.

Eve,

I've been waiting to hear from you all
morning.

I'll have you know I just left the 29th
custom jeweler.

I presume that visit was more productive
than the other 28.

One set of cufflinks.

Initials J .T. were ordered three weeks
ago by Miss Emma Newfane. But didn't you

find out who? And delivered as a gift to
one Judson Trumbull.

I hope you don't mind that the room's
dark.

I keep the shades drawn.

The sun won't feed the furniture.

Mr. Trumbull, we have some questions.

I know it's about Emma.

I've been expecting you ever since I
read about it. Then you did know her?

We had a very meaningful relationship.

Meaningful?

She was someone you could talk to.

We were going to be married.

And then she was killed.

I was dead before she was.

I broke our engagement.

Why?

Trouble?

I know what you're trying to make me
say.

Well, I didn't kill her.

She was too wonderful.

She was so wonderful, why did you break
your engagement?

Wives can be very expensive.

I'm not a rich man.

Not that kind of rich.

What kind of rich is that?

Did Miss Newfane ask you for money? I'd
rather not say.

How much money?

One should not speak ill of the dead.

How did you meet her? She answered my
advertisement.

What advertisement?

Well, I... You see... I've got it here
somewhere.

No. What do you do with... Oh, here.

This one's mine.

Virile, mature, gentleman of means,
seeks attractive, mature woman, object,

meaningful, relationship, right, JT, box
23.

You wrote this?

I didn't make it up. I copied it.

There are lots of ads like it.

Yes, I see there are.

Male type, swinger, seeks female type of
same for...

Why did you put your ad in this
newspaper?

A man needs someone to talk to.

You certainly picked an unusual
audience.

There they are, officer.

Complete files of all personal
classified ads in the print.

Help yourselves.

I don't suppose they're listed
alphabetically.

Lady, the kind of help we can afford
can't read the alphabet.

Happy hunting.

Hi.

Well, didn't take you long.

No sweat, once I knew what I was looking
for.

Well. Now, are we going to be friends?

Sure,

I'm glad to see you too. Yes, I am.

Well, are we going to play with the dog
or are we going to get to work?

Here, feed him, Mark.

It was in the drains and catch basins
near the scenes of the other Prowler

murders. What's here matches up with a
list of missing articles.

Setting it up to look like robbery.

Okay, boy.

Hit the chow line.

Initial Z -N.

I'm a new fan.

So a murder is part of the pattern. But
why five men and then a woman?

Good afternoon.

Hope we're not disturbing you. Not at
all.

Come on in.

What can I do for you?

Can you identify these?

Well, how about that?

Recognize them?

And Emma's.

I gave this to her myself.

Christmas gift. Was it expensive?

No, not really.

I don't have very much money. You sure
make the most of what you have.

Aha, don't let appearances deceive you.

I didn't pay for all this.

No, Aunt Emma raised me to the standard
that she thought a gentleman could be.

The cost to me was to listen to her
preach.

As a reward, you would eventually
inherit everything she had.

That was the original idea.

That would give you an excellent motive
for killing her.

Sure. Two years ago, but not now.

Aunt Emma went broke.

She bought the wrong stock.

It sure doesn't look like she went
broke.

Ah.

Well, these are leftovers from a life of
luxury.

You see, we were both living in a very
small trust fund, which expired upon her

death. I'm a lousy suspect.

I might even have to go to work.

You might have saved money by moving in
with her. Oh, she'd have no part of

that. And I was just as glad.

I was the last of her assets.

The idea being to peddle me off to some
female that was rich enough to support

all of us.

Unfortunately, there were no takers.

It seems that ladies today...

I want to be supported by the man.

What about her own married chances?

Oh, none that I know of.

No one courting her?

That's a quaint expression.

You know a Judson Trumbull?

No. No, I never heard of him. He was a
friend of your aunt's.

A close friend? Close enough to take off
his shirt.

Chief, this is Eve.

Eve Whitfield.

I'm in the newspaper office. I traced
those ads.

I said I found all those ads.

Oh, never mind.

I said never mind. I'll meet you in the
office in ten minutes.

Find what you wanted?

Yes, thank you.

Why don't you come back again sometime
and put in an ad yourself?

You never can tell what you'll get.

I can tell.

They're all here, Chief.

Malati, Kraus, Bohansky, Pearson, and
Reed.

Everyone put in similar ads.

What about Emma Newfang?

No. Couldn't find any listed to her.

Well, there's another break in the
pattern.

Not necessarily.

Suppose she was answering the ads.

Last time it was a joke.

It has stopped being funny. No, I did
not kill my aunt.

I explained all this to you last time.

Killing her would have put me in a poor
house. Not quite, Mr. Newfane.

Bank records show that your aunt made
deposits of over $100 ,000 in the last

four months.

You're putting me on.

No, I am not.

I get $100 ,000?

Well, Aunt Emma.

I knew you wouldn't let me down. During
that same period, Emma Newfane also

deposited $20 ,000 to your account.

And you still thought she was broke?

Oh, of course she was. I mean, what's
$20 ,000? Considerable.

Where did you think it had come from?

Trust fund. You said it was a small
trust fund.

Ah, but there is small and there is
small.

$100 ,000, how about that?

Mr. Newfane, have you ever heard of a...

Martin Malati, Sylvan Krauss, Angela
Reed, John Bohansky, or Michael

Pearson?

No. Should I?

Those people made cash withdrawals from
their accounts exactly equal to the

amounts deposited by your aunt.

The deposits by your aunt were also in
cash.

Well, maybe I had some assets that I
didn't know about. I was trying to sell

them off.

Why don't you ask them? Why?

They're all dead.

I didn't give her any money, Mr.

Ironside. Why should I kill her to get
it back?

You could have been angry enough.

Once you found out what she was really
like... I don't care what you think you

found out about her, Ironside. She was a
fine woman.

She'll always be with me.

Always. Thank you, Hogan. That'll be
all.

Now sit down, Colonel.

Yes.

I figured you'd be having me back.

Just a few more questions.

Oh, by the way, you're not a suspect any
longer.

We think Emma Newfane was handling a
little con game of her own.

Getting money from men with vague
promises to marry them.

The longer I live, the more enigmatic I
find the human condition.

Consider the human condition of one of
those who realized he'd been conned and

killed her because of it.

Foolish move.

But...

In the illogic of his outrage and anger.

You saw the killer in shadow.

Could it have been that man?

Was he the man in the room with her?

I don't know.

I was hoping you could help.

What about this man?

Could he have been the one you saw?

That's the lady's nephew. Now, why would
he kill her? Was that the man you saw?

It could be either one, I guess.

Or you, for that matter. Like I said,
the light was in my eyes. I... Sure.

Tell me, did you really tie one on at
the elite because you were scared, or

you just trying to drop out of sight?

When I saw that lady dead, I tried to
think of a place you'd be least likely

look for me.

I have to admit, the food wasn't all
that good.

Well, there's no need for you to hide
anymore. You're sprung.

You're kidding. No, you're free to go.

Well... The contradictions of the world
multiply. A kindly cop with a

sense of justice, but with an eye on the
taxpayer's pocketbook. No free food for

me.

However bad.

Well, I assume I can take him along.

You assume correctly. No public dole for
either of you. I thought you were fond

of him.

Oh, it's time this office became an
office again, not a kennel.

Well, come along, Sergeant Mike.

Let's go home now.

Go on, Mike. Go on home.

Come along, old boy.

You think he fell for it?

Don't you think he did?

Avarice was losing from every pore.

In this world of contradictions, he's
probably the biggest contradiction of

Old friend, this is the colonel.

The colonel.

I want to see you.

What's this all about?

I thought my implication was clear
enough.

Well, if you thought I killed my aunt,
why didn't you tell the police?

It takes money to live.

Why should I turn you in and deprive
myself of a livelihood?

If I open my mouth, you start breathing
cyanide.

For $20 ,000, you can keep on breathing
air.

You'll be here at 10 o 'clock tomorrow
morning with the cash.

Yeah, you're not really going to...
Newfane, I didn't meet you here for a

debate.

Only to give you your orders.

See you tomorrow.

Trumbull, never mind.

You don't know me, but I know you.

I saw you in Emma Newfane's house the
morning she was murdered. Remember?

Who are you?

What do you want?

Money, Trumbull.

Or I go to the police.

Now, you meet me in the park near your
place, and I'll tell you exactly how

we're going to do business.

All right?

All right, Eve. Stay with him.

Anything happen?

Yes, Eve says the Colonel and Newfane
have had a meeting.

Fine, Ted.

Yes, Ted.

Fine.

Right.

Mr. Trumbull just left his apartment in
a hurry.

Now what?

Now we wait.

Cool it, huh?

Get out.

Drop it. Right now.

Hands on the wall.

Get the colonel. He's under the bed.

I'm sorry, Chief. I couldn't hold the
dog.

Chief, call an ambulance.

An ambulance?

You mean a vet.

Both.

That dog deserves the best.

Well, Mr. Newfane?

Well, I was just trying to scare him. He
was trying to blackmail me. Why?

Because you and your aunt were swindling
lonely people, borrowing large sums of

money from them, then killing them
before they wanted it back? That's not

Why did you kill your aunt?

Was she trying to cut you out of your
share?

You can't prove a thing.

I think the colonel's testimony and your
actions tonight will convince the

court.

Take them in, Sergeant.

Mike!

Dead dogs don't wag tails.