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Marcus Weathers' helicopter has just come into sight, and he'll be landing

on his own front lawn, so to speak.

We're parked outside the Weathers' estates, awaiting his return from a

engagement on behalf of the organization he heads, the Second Force.

We hope to bring you an exclusive interview with this dynamic millionaire.

I don't like this interview idea.

Stop worrying, Buck. I can handle anything he throws.

Les Crane, KLRD. Yeah, I watch your show all the time. I like it.

Shoot.

This is Les Crane.

It's happening today.

We're about to speak with the multimillionaire Marcus Weathers outside

mansion. Mr. Weathers is the founder of the organization The Second Force.

I've been getting a lot of questions lately about your organization.

A lot of people are doing more than asking questions, Mr. Crane.

They're asking for membership applications.

Well, what exactly is the purpose of your organization?

We're a group of concerned citizens who want to help.

We don't intend to hand over our country to the forces of lawlessness of crime

without a fight.

I see that your symbol is a bolt of lightning held in a mailed fist.

Is that right?

That's right. It's a symbol of vigilance.

Well, lightning is apt to strike swiftly, unexpectedly, and violently.

Are you looking for those same characteristics in your organization?

We don't want violence.

We want justice.

Let's just say that as number two, we'll try a little harder.

Mr. Weathers went on to explain that the second force did not intend to operate

outside the law, but to aid and augment the activities of existing police

structures, which brought on the following exchange.

The police have said that they neither want nor need the help of a private

organization.

The way things are going, I'd say someone needs to help them.

Crime rate going up?

Disregard for authority?

Murderers being turned loose to roam the streets. You name it, we've got her.

Mr. Weathers, you've been getting a lot of criticism in some quarters for your

appointment of Broderick Dennison here as your chief of staff.

I've received praise in other quarters.

Buck Dennison is exactly the man for the job.

A giant in the realm of security.

A man who founded his own nationwide detective agency. A man who's devoted

entire life to the fight against crime.

Mr. Dennison, you were just quoted in a national magazine as saying that you

have a collection of dossiers on your fellow citizens, second only to the

of the FBI.

Is that right?

That's right.

Well, in this country, Mr. Dennison, dossiers frighten people. They've become

dirty word. A dossier is a dirty word only if a man has something dirty in his

past. You see, Mr. Crane, we'd like people everywhere to wake up, join us.

We're merely trying to restore those old -fashioned institutions called law,

order, discipline.

Law, order, and discipline.

For law, read his law. For order, his order. For discipline... Real police

state, man. Instant posse. What a phony. On the contrary.

He believes what he says.

That's why he's dangerous.

Nothing to suggest it wasn't.

I let the medical examiner know we're waiting, Ed.

Well, let's hope it was an accident.

Or it'll give Weathers just what he could use.

Like what? A martyr.

the carpet, Bob.

I'm pacing.

I always think best of my feet.

There's still an outside chance that Denison lost control and then went over

cliff. There's no chance.

I can tell by the way my breakfast is sitting on my stomach.

Yes?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Is that the autopsy report?

Yes, it is. Just finished it. Worked all night.

Well? There was no accident.

Absolutely not.

The man was dead when the car went over the cliff. How did he die?

Death was instantaneous due to a cerebral concussion resulting from a

to the skull.

Couldn't that have been caused by the fall?

Could have been, but it wasn't. What makes you sure?

When Denison was found, he was face down on his stomach. If the body had been in

that position from the time of death until we found him, the lividity would

been well marked on his face, chest, stomach, and the front of the legs.

You understand about lividity, Chief? Capillary blood sinking by gravity,

discoloration of the skin.

Well, anyway, it so happens that the discoloration was on the back of the

Which means what?

I'd estimate that from the moment of death, the body lay on its back more

an hour. While someone drove him to the cliff in the car and then ran it over

the edge.

Something like that.

My breakfast knew it all the time.

I'm sorry to have let you down, gentlemen.

But it has always been my understanding that it was the job of the medical

examiner to uncover murders that have been made to look like accidents.

Oh, no, you did a fine job, Doctor. Go home and get some sleep.

You two look like you need it more than I do.

I want this case.

You'd be sticking your neck out, Bob. Everyone knows how you feel about

and his outfit.

You haven't exactly kept it a secret.

It's my neck, and I still want the case.

Yesterday, Weathers goes on TV and tells the public we can't take care of crime

in the streets. We need his help.

Couple of hours later someone knocks off his lieutenant now. What does that make

us look like?

Solve it Bob and soon with your help I intend to where are you going to start?

Where else where Denison lives?

Cigarette ash menthol Two butts, both menthol.

Both burned to 40 millimeters above the filter.

Probability is they were smoked by the same person.

Looks like something ruined his appetite.

Didn't seem to affect his thirst.

Wild fashion.

Bourbon old -fashioned.

Bourbon.

We've got Dennis and Peg to 821 last night, every move.

And after 821?

The fog rolls in.

Leaving two hours we have to account for. Mm -hmm, the last two hours of his

life. All right, let's have it up to 8 .21.

Returned to hotel a couple of minutes before 7.

Stopped at desk for key and mail. By the way, the management would like the key

back. Seems they cost $1 .18 apiece.

Elevator to fourth floor, operator Kim Chen, Chinese, pretty.

Remembers the ride vividly.

7 .17, called Weathers, spoke for six minutes.

7 .25, ordered double bourbon old -fashioned, water, no soda.

Easy on the bitters. Yes, yes, and a sandwich. Now, come on. No sandwich.

Chicken on whole wheat. Not that trip.

George Potter from room service brought the drink. Denison gave him a dollar

tip. Potter see anyone else here? No. Denison say anything? A little

anything? I'm coming to that.

8 .01, second call to room service.

Another double bourbon old -fashioned and a chicken sandwich on whole wheat.

Potter gets them here at 8 .13, sets them down on the table, and the phone

Potter stalls, wants that second dollar. Uh -huh.

Denison says hello, looks surprised but kind of pleased.

Potter figures he cares a lot about the woman on the other end. How did he know

it was a woman? But Denison mentioned her name.

What was it?

Annabelle.

Potter gets his dollar and splits. It's now, say, 818.

821. Helen Turner on the switchboard gets a call. Mr. Denison in 412. He's

tired, going to hit the hay. No calls till morning, nighty -night.

He downs his drink, hangs a Do Not Disturb sign on the door.

Takes the stairs to the basement garage and drives off in something less than

the glare of spotlight.

And after that, the big fog. And somewhere in it, Annabelle.

Ready?

Ready, Chief.

Yeah? Chief Hines out there. Mark Singer calling.

I'm at the police garage.

What have you got, Mark?

Nothing spectacular, Chief. Denizens' prints on the door handle, steering

and lighter.

No readable prints on the gear knob or ignition key.

Cigarette ash and four stubs in the tray.

Menthol. Anything to suggest a woman? Face powder, hair, lipstick marks?

Nothing, Chief. Cars are rental. They launder them pretty good.

And negative on the reason for going off the road. Brakes are good.

Steering's good.

Gas tank, 18 .5 gallons, 107 octane.

What's the capacity of the gas tank?

20 gallons even.

What sort of mileage would you figure for that model?

Let's see, that's 289 cubic inch V8.

Dual carbs.

I'd say 10, 11 in the city, normal driving.

13 or 14 on the highway.

Thank you, Mark.

You may have cracked the case.

How far from here to the spot where Denison went over?

61 miles.

61 miles on a gallon and a half of gas.

Meaning he filled up on the way.

Within 20 miles of the cliff.

Find that gas station, Ed, and it might lead us to Annabelle. Where will you be?

I'm heading straight into the lion's den. Lion named Withers? I can hear him

growling from here.

This wasn't just a murder.

This was a premeditated, organized assassination.

They think they're going to scare us off.

They're wrong.

You anticipate any attempts on your life, Mr. Weathers? I haven't considered

matter. When you say they, Mr. Weathers, just who do you mean? The people who

want to see us fail.

The people who don't want law or order or justice in our country.

Now, gentlemen, excuse me. I have an appointment.

But specifically... Now, get this.

Buck Denison was an honest, hardworking, dedicated American.

He was killed in a war.

No sacrifice of ours will be too great to see that his death eventually makes

some sense.

Stevens.

A compelling speech, Mr. Weathers.

Is that sarcasm?

No, I don't think so.

I didn't say I agreed with the speech, just that it was compelling.

Officer Woodford.

How do you do?

Well, Mr. Ironside, any progress?

Some. A bit early to tell how significant it is. I want you to know

entire staff and the facilities of the second force are at your disposal.

That's very comforting.

Frankly, Mr.

Ironside, you disappoint me.

That so? I've put together the finest equipment and the best brains that money

can buy.

I have one purpose, to make this a safer society.

Yet you insist on refusing my help when we're both on the same side.

I don't want to be on your side, Mr. Weathers.

Oh, I don't believe that, Mr. Ironside.

I know your passion for law and order.

That's why I don't understand your attitude.

Vigilantes have helped the law before. As deputies.

Your organization is independent, secret, responsible to no one. They're

responsible to me.

Suppose you're wrong.

But I want... Law and order, I know.

But what about the people who don't agree with your version of law and

I really don't see what we're arguing about.

I want to protect this country.

I was born dirt poor.

And now I'm one of the richest men in California.

I'm reinvesting some of my millions to make this country safer.

What's wrong with that?

Your motives are admirable, but private armies are too dangerous.

Some countries have learned that the hard way.

I don't want ours to be one of them.

Darling, I'll be home about... I thought everyone had gone. Excuse me.

Susan!

Where are you off to?

After four years, you still haven't caught on about my Wednesdays.

Wednesdays?

Oh, your hair, of course.

I'll have the car brought around. Don't bother, darling. I'm taking the

convertible.

You see this young woman, Mr. Ironside?

I do.

And with pleasure.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

I'm going to see to it that this city is a safe place for my wife to drive alone

to her hairdresser, to the art gallery.

Or a department store and back.

Marcus, is that an introduction or a fanfare?

Sorry, darling. This is Chief Ironside of our police department.

I know. I've seen your picture.

Erin, this is Miss Officer Whitfield.

Really? It happens all the time. I meant that as a compliment.

I'll be back about six, all right?

That late?

Darling, every Wednesday I'm one week older and that makes Mario's job a bit

more exacting.

It's been a pleasure.

Oh, Miss Weathers, I wonder if you mind dropping me in the city?

I'll be going on from here. It would save me a lot of mileage.

Of course.

Do you feel better? I have a police escort.

Bye. Bye, darling.

Tell me, Mr. Welles.

Did Denison ever mention a woman named Annabelle?

Annabelle?

No. Then we never discussed his private life. Anything else?

I want what you and your key men know about Denison, what he was working on,

friends, his enemies. I want his desk, his files, everything, including his

private life.

You'll have everything that's pertinent, of course.

I'll phone ahead and tell him at headquarters.

Who takes over Denison's spot? Fortunately, a man out of the same mold.

You'll meet him at headquarters.

Next police officer.

Jim Connolly.

He resigned last year with the rank of captain. Resigned? He was dismissed.

Too many of his arrests came in with broken jaws.

I don't condone that, of course. But these are violent days we live in.

We need men who can get the job done.

I guess that's the difference between my outfit and yours, Mr. Weathers. The

police force gives a redneck the gate.

The second force gives him a promotion.

How do we start?

I beg your pardon? I'm ready.

For what?

Well, you're supposed to pump me, aren't you? Isn't that the idea of the ride?

I'm supposed to do it, but you're not supposed to notice.

Was Buck Dennison really murdered?

Yes. Do you have any idea who?

Not yet.

Well, I didn't like him, but still.

Do you think there'll be more trouble?

There might be some right behind us. What do you mean?

We're being followed.

Oh, yes, I know.

You mean it's happened before?

All the time.

It's a white sedan, MGK 379.

Yes, who is it?

Our chauffeur, Kramer.

He follows me everywhere I go.

You see, Marcus is afraid something might happen to me.

But he doesn't want to alarm me.

I feel guilty about not dropping you. Well, it's not far, and I like to walk.

According to the policewoman's manual, flat feet are no disgrace.

Excuse me. La Senora Weathers will be in room seven.

This way, please.

The usual time?

Yes.

Girls. Don't you ever count it? Ah, you have always been more than generous.

There's nothing to be afraid of, Miss Whitfield. We must talk to you.

Well... Please, Miss Whitfield.

We realize there's no point in hiding anymore. The police are the only ones

can help us.

Long time.

Jim?

Thomas Flagg. I heard a lot about you, Chief.

Too bad, Jim. You used to be a pretty good policeman. When you kept your

in check, you liked playing Gestapo.

You read us all wrong, Chief.

So this is Denison's dream.

Mm -hmm.

Set weather's back almost a million.

Got more than 200 ,000 names in there already.

People were interested in one way or another.

You'd be surprised how complete a dossier we got on them.

No, I wouldn't.

Denison in here?

Denison. Denison.

Growing all the time.

Put maybe a hundred new names in a day. You know, one name leads to another.

Yeah, you get something on A, brighten him enough and he'll tell you something

on B.

B to C, C to D, and so on. Chain reaction.

Otherwise known as intimidation.

Where'd you take your degree in philosophy, Chief? In a precinct house,

same as you did.

Denison.

Did the machine tell you who might have a likely motive?

Bill, hit it.

Name Annabelle mean anything to you, Jim?

Annabelle. Yeah, it seems Denison was quite a man with the ladies, including

Annabelle, somebody.

Never heard of him.

32 people who hated Denison's guts.

History professor, Stanford University.

Minister, Unitarian Church.

Surgeon, Children's Hospital.

Real murderer's row.

We're still looking, Chief.

Who are you kidding, Jim?

Denison was killed by a pro, somebody who knew police methods.

What is that supposed to mean? It's supposed to mean he was killed by a pro.

Well, well, this is more like it.

Who have you got?

Ironside, Robert, 28 years, San Francisco police force, cripples, still

marksman, outspoken critic, Weathers, Denison, and second force.

Maybe we ought to keep an eye on you, Chief.

You do that, Jim.

I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other.

The computer didn't tell you much.

Like most machines, it knows only what you tell it it knows.

Nothing you could use.

You know, how could anyone have stopped Denison's car on the open highway, come

up to him, and then chopped him on the head?

Denison. An experienced investigator, a gun handy in his shoulder holster.

Now, how would anyone go about doing a thing like that?

A friend?

Go on. Well, if you're with a friend, you don't expect to get conked in the

head. Exactly.

We've been looking on the outside.

There was someone he knew and trusted. But why?

Why?

To make waves.

Hello?

Eve.

Switch her in.

Yes, Eve? If you aren't busy, I thought you might be interested in a little chat

with a dropout from the second force.

I know what you're thinking, Chief.

Love nest on Back Street.

Married woman and friend.

Kind of a matinee time in the old corral, all very seamy and underhanded.

it's not important.

What anyone thinks of you, Susan, is important.

Anyway, this is not by choice.

We've been in love ever since we met nearly three years ago. But Marcus

is just not the kind of man you walk up to and say, I'm in love with your wife.

You walk up to him, maybe, but walking away might be something of a problem.

Jeff was frightened for me. That's why all of this.

You used to be with the Second Force?

Yes. Before it even had a name.

Before we ever even thought of ourselves as being an organization.

In those days, we were just a bunch of people who got together now and then to

gab. Kick a few ideas around. Anything that came up.

National ideals, national honor, the dignity of man.

Mr. Weathers made it all seem very, very important.

What then?

This enchantment?

I'm afraid it didn't take very long. We began to attract a lot of people. I

guess you could call them people.

And we got big. And then it happened.

The get -togethers turned into meetings.

The gab became speeches. The ideas turned into slogans.

And as for the dignity of man... Well...

I saw what was happening.

First armbands and then uniforms and... Well, I walked away.

Who killed Buck Dennison?

I don't know.

Ms. Weathers?

No, I'm sorry, but they do know someone who might be able to tell you. Who?

My chauffeur, Victor Kramer.

Now, Mr. Kramer, let me explain the alternatives.

We can go to Mr. Weathers and tell him where his wife's been all these weeks

when you've been telling him she was at the beauty parlor.

Or else... Or else you work for us.

On the inside, you mean? Inside, outside, all around the town. I want the

who killed Denison.

Now, look, I don't know anything about that, Mr. Ironside.

Where were you that night?

Tailing Mrs.

Weathers!

She went to Carmel to have dinner with her sister. Then I followed her home,

that's it the whole night.

Honest.

All right, you keep your ears open. You might hear something.

And then how do I get it to you?

What do you think we're dealing with, a bunch of Boy Scouts?

This is a pretty suspicious bunch.

Here, you memorize this number. If you turn up anything, call me.

I'm your...

You can't make it for dinner.

I'll take it from there.

All right, son.

Hey, just a minute.

I'll be expecting a call from you.

Go on, Ed.

I found the gas station, Chief.

Showed the attendant a picture of Denison. Positive identification. He

in around 10 last night and filled her up.

We're getting closer.

That puts us within a gallon and a half of Annabelle.

Closer than that.

I'm looking right at her.

Nice going.

I'll be right there.

Don't let her get away.

Yeah, don't worry, Chief. Annabelle isn't going anywhere.

Bye.

About 8 .30, this guy calls and reserves a bungalow. Ten or so, he checks in.

I jot down his license number, you know, just like the law says.

Oh, he pays in advance, so I show him where bungalow 14 is. All routine,

out of the way. You didn't see him meet anyone?

No, sir, no, sir. It's the last I saw of him. What about the car? Did you see it

leave? Look, I can't keep my eye on every car that leaves Annabelle. I'd be

and down like a jack -in -the -box.

We do a pretty good business here, you know.

Anyway, in this line of work, it don't pay to get too nosy.

Uh, excuse me.

Yeah. What?

They took all the towels and the bath mat?

All right, I'll be right there.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Nation of thieves, that's what we're raising.

Time was when they were happy just to steal the soap.

Hey, may I have a cup of coffee?

Well, we're right back where we started.

Well, not quite.

We know that Annabelle is a place and not a girl, and we know that Denison was

here.

Outside of that, we're right back where we started.

Somebody's in the ante.

8 -bit.

8 -bit's 20.

Can't prepare you, Ben.

I'll stay one.

Without me.

What, are you quitting?

Well when I'm on a winning streak I Just remembered didn't I tell him

Supposed to have dinner with my aunt Family you know how it is

better let her know

What's

the best

Whoever that is just cost me a buck.

Hello.

Yes, she is.

For you, Aunt Peg.

Hello. Hello, Aunt Peg.

I won't be able to make it for dinner tonight.

I'm sorry.

I'm over at Jim Connolly's in the middle of a hot...

Okay, get back to your game.

Sit tight.

He's got something.

We'll need a cover for him. I'd better get out three warrants.

Sergeant Brown, homicide.

Chief wants to talk to you Jim and a couple of your boys downtown.

What about Denison?

You got the papers to make us go We got him who else Thomas flag Victor

Kramer Tell whether

What about Kramer

he left where can I find him

That's your problem.

I say it's nothing but criminal persecution purposely concentrated on

force.

Instead of going after our enemies, the natural suspect, you've as much as

charged us with complicity in the murder of one of our own men. Mr. Withers, I

haven't charged you with a thing. Oh, you have by innuendo. Pulling in my men.

Getting it in the papers.

Do you know what any court in the land would rule on this?

That he's been illegally and maliciously using the resources of the police

department to conduct a personal campaign against the second force. Oh,

now, Mr. Weathers.

A deliberate persecution.

Because I dared to make war on crime.

I admit I don't like private police forces that make war on anything.

I didn't like them when they wore black shirts or brown shirts.

Ah, yeah.

There you are. You see?

All right.

If you people want to fight, you can have it. I don't think that under the

any group of people is privileged. Robert, I'll do the talking. I'll sue

man and the police department for libel and slander. Hold it. Wait, wait.

Can't we stop going around in circles?

What is he trying to do?

Solve a murder?

Well, you know he isn't. You've listened to him.

He's out to destroy the second force.

Wipe it out.

And why?

Because he has a neurotic hatred for us.

Because he's an embittered, vindictive man who's sorry for himself, who'll do

anything to get back a little of what he had in public life before he became a

cripple. Mr. Weathers, that was contemptible.

All right, Commissioner.

I've warned you.

I think you'd better stay, Mr. Weathers.

You find Kramer? Yes.

He was in Mr. Weathers' car.

What did he say?

Nothing. He's dead.

The car went over Angel's Crest last night.

Kramer? The car was spotted by the sheriff's helicopter a few hours ago. We

made the identification.

You might as well face it, Mr. Weathers. You've lost control.

The second force has gotten away from you. What are you talking about?

Someone inside your organization is playing you for a sucker, trying to take

over.

We'd better find that someone before he sends you over a cliff.

what we found on the body.

Over there.

Albie? Evening, Mark.

Kramer didn't have much to show for 37 years of living.

What about his apartment?

Some of the boys are up there now going over the place.

But my guess is it'll be about as empty as the rest of his life.

Well, he knew something or he wouldn't have called.

Could be he had a hot stock tip.

A what?

It seems our friend Kramer was trying to beat the market. He jotted something

down on a piece of paper that sounds like a company he was interested in.

Annabelle, but I never heard... Yeah, let me see that.

Annabelle, 10 -15.

Sounds like the price.

10 bid, 15 asked.

Probably one of those over -the -counter deals.

This time, I'd say it was strictly under the counter.

Ironside. This is Susan Weathers. I hope you don't mind my calling, but I'm so

frightened.

Your husband there?

He's downstairs in the library.

He was very shaken by Kramer's death, and he insists that Jim Conley guard him

at all times.

Good idea.

How do I know Mr. Conley can be trusted?

Marcus told me you suspect one of his men. Suppose it's he.

I'll need your help.

You up to it?

I'll do anything I can.

All right.

Don't say a word about this call.

Go into the living room. Walk out onto the terrace.

When you come back...

Make sure the French windows are left unlocked.

In a few minutes, then go upstairs and stay there.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Mr. Ironside, is anything going to happen to my husband? I'm trying to make

that nothing does happen to him, Mrs. Weathers.

I'll be there in 30 minutes.

I won't believe it.

I worked too hard to make this organization what it is.

I'm not going to let Ironside poison everything I've done.

It's a trick to destroy us.

You believe that, don't you, Jim?

It doesn't pay to take any chances, Mr. Wood.

I can't believe we've been infiltrated.

Our security is too tight.

It is, isn't it, Jim?

I rely on you for...

the lights.

That's far enough.

Don't try anything, Jim.

Remember the expert marksmanship your computer gave me?

What is this?

You might call it police service, Mr. Weathers.

You might even call it an attempt to save your life, whatever that's worth.

Let's have your gun, Jim.

You know how to hand it over.

You really overstepped yourself this time.

If anything more were needed... Put that phone down.

If I were you, I'd do as he says, Mr. Weathers.

Marcus?

There's nothing to worry about, Susan. I think I saw someone on the terrace.

Is this some further stupidity of yours, Ironside?

You don't seem very surprised, Mr. Ironside.

It did occur to me that a dropout might think of dropping back in.

Shall we join the others?

Hanson!

Get the helicopter ready.

What about him? Don't worry about him. Just get that thing started. What are

doing here?

What do you want?

The second force, Mr. Weathers.

Now, I want you to stand over there by the stairway.

Move.

I wouldn't argue, Mr. Weathers.

He's a determined young man with a wire or two hooked up wrong.

Move.

Now then, Chief, tell me, what is your opinion of this one over there?

Do you think he was ever really big enough to run the second force?

No.

He completely misunderstood the potential from the very beginning.

But you didn't.

You knew what it could amount to in the right hands.

Total political power. And all that time our leader was fooling around with used

-up cops.

What was needed was something big. The Hitler technique. The Reichstag fire.

All it takes is a few matches.

Which you lit under Denison and Kramer.

And when the police get here later, Mr. Weathers, they'll find us dead.

Find us dead?

Having killed each other in one big shootout. With my gun figuring

You're getting the idea.

And they'll believe it.

It's no secret how we feel about each other.

Now, it's all in the computer, isn't it? Public uproar, massive popular support

for the second force, a monster rally, and you'll be there to take over.

And make it work.

Hanson, I don't care what you do to me, but my wife has no part in this. I'm

afraid you're wrong, Mr. Weathers.

Your wife's going to be first lady of the second force, only not your first

lady.

Susan.

That isn't true.

Isn't it, Marcus?

What else do you have, Mr. Ironside? I have a hot stock tip.

Annabelle, 10 to 15.

Kramer followed you to the motel the night you met Denison.

He didn't realize the importance of that little 15 -minute stopover until the

poker game.

Now, he must have seen something that linked Connolly and Flagg to the motel.

Poor Mr. Dennison thought he was quite a ladies' man.

You promised him the one thing he couldn't turn down.

A rendezvous. There he was in bungalow 14.

With you.

It was all very cozy.

Except Hanson and Connolly snuck up from behind with a blackjack.

They dumped him in a car while you headed for home. To Kramer, it looked

15 -minute coffee break.

Until last night.

Very good.

How did anyone catch you off guard long enough to put you on wheels?

I get caught now and then.

For example, your call.

It was a setup to get me here so Hanson could kill us.

And stage his little charade.

I should have thought of that.

We can't think of everything.

No.

But one can try.

What about Connolly?

What did you promise him? Connolly?

Oh, I think he'll get what he deserves.

Which is?

A hero's death, defending his leader.

Everything's a failure.

Yes. All ready.

Jim, thank you.

You've been a big help.

Blanks, you set me up.

Now stand absolutely still, Mr. Hanson. Mr. Connolly's gun isn't loaded with

blanks. You played me for a pussy!

You should have made a career in the first force, Jim.

I had a better future.