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People have found peace in my teachings, discovered their soul.

Sorry, I don't have a Bible. I'll have you autograph it for me. Nothing is

sacred to you, huh?

Oh, a lot of things are sacred to me, but they don't include that phony cult

that you run, I'll tell you that. You know nothing about our beliefs, our

dedication. You're dedicated, all right. I know just the man you're dedicated

to, yourself, with each disciple coughing up a week's salary to you to

Every form of worship has a collection, a donation. Well, we've just donated all

the time we're going to give you.

Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow night, you haven't let me speak.

You haven't given me the time to answer your lies, your insidious allegations.

Okay, okay, don't flip your halo. You can come back Tuesday night. Who listens

to this tribe?

About ten million people.

Tell me, Dennis, why when I was having such a pleasant evening did you come in

here and insist on watching this garbage?

If Captain Walter Finch is watching, the people would like to know what's going

on at your third district.

For instance, just how did that businessman who was arrested on a simple

disturbing the peace charge...

Get his skull fractured in one of your cells.

Care to reply, Captain Finch?

Be my guest.

So onward, citizens.

It's your country.

Or is it?

Someone ought to muzzle that guy.

Someone wants to muzzle him for good. Howard has been receiving threatening

letters. I want you to handle it.

Pass.

Good time show, Ross. Thank you, darling.

Thanks,

Ross.

Marty, the floor manager's wife just had a baby this afternoon.

Be sure to remind the office to send her some long stem roses.

Two dozen.

Okay. Ross?

Yes, dear?

Another one arrived?

Same handwriting?

Don't let it bug you, honey.

You're my producer, not my babysitter. I don't want to be your chief mourner

either. This time he comes right out and swears he'll kill you.

His producer wants to be kept quiet. No publicity.

Sorry, Dennis.

Even a judge has the right to disqualify himself on grounds of prejudice.

Assign someone else. I'm assigning you.

Ross Howard is no longer just a TV personality.

They're going to run him for the Senate.

Senate? Yes.

And that makes him a political figure now.

And you know what that means.

He's got to be protected.

It was a hot day on that July 9th. The people's voice, but not all of the

people. And Major John J. Kingsley won their silver star.

Today, Roth Howard continues the fight with his voice and his heart.

And it is with sincere pleasure.

for America's society that I present the man of the year.

Martha Webb.

This is Mark Sanger.

How are you?

Quite an honor.

Yes.

I'm all choked up.

There's another war on, and it's right here on our own streets where there's no

respect for the law and the rights of others.

Colleges where our students are being brainwashed.

They're nibbling at our doorsteps.

But we're going to show them that it's still our country.

And we're going to keep it our country.

Thank you very much.

How was it? Great, great.

Ross, this is Chief Ironside. Remember I told you about him?

Oh.

Isn't that what they call you, Chief? What do they call you, Mr. Howard?

We'll get along.

20 seconds, Mr. Howard. I'll be right there, Roy. We are behind schedule.

Where's Phil? Here's Phil.

Right on cue, old master. Did you get that material on Captain Finch?

You got it. All neatly double -spaced and ready for crucifixion.

Can't you say hello?

Oh, I'm sorry, Buona.

I never know whether to speak or kiss your ring.

10 seconds, Mr. Howard.

Barney, Barney.

There you go.

Look.

Are you ready for the truth?

Would you like to watch it from the control booth?

My name is Ross Howard, and I'm back again.

Hello,

Mrs. Toomey. How are you? Oh, thank you very much. Some more goodies?

Ladies and gentlemen, this lady has missed one of my shows since I've been

the air. How about that?

a new textbook being used in the elementary schools.

A civics book.

Profiles of Freedom.

All right, camera two. Little over to your left. According to this, the red

was nothing but a savage. Tighter, tighter.

You're on, too. And the black man simply didn't exist.

Isn't that cute?

Our kids are being spoon -fed this tripe.

It's a pretty book, though, isn't it? Pretty red cover and all. Well, now,

here's this book.

Here's some lighter fluid.

And a match.

What'll I do with them?

When does the band strike up their furor forever?

What's your story, old -timer? I am Professor Simon Rutledge of State

Simon Rutledge, yeah. And I am here at your invitation to explain why I

civil disobedience. Let me quote Thoreau. You know something, Professor?

I think all of us are yo -yos for allowing our taxes to pay the salaries

agitators like you.

That's right, yes.

Get out of here. Go play with your beats.

Please don't judge him prematurely, Chief. All right. That's just a facade,

see, a character he created for the camera.

I'm here to talk about welfare allotments.

You're too close to the microphone.

Back up, please. Back up. My welfare allotment, it's not enough to feed three

growing children. Something like a Dr.

Chico. I don't have a husband.

I've known that man for years.

He just believes in what he's doing and he fights for it.

Underneath, he's just a sentimental blob.

Talking to a professional welfare grabber. That's who I'm talking to.

That's who I'm talking to. It's a way of life for people like you.

That's why there's more welfare checks cashed in cocktail bars than in markets.

It's the new American industry. Let good old Uncle Sammy feed the kitty.

That's right! That's right! We ought to get rid of all socialistic practices

like welfare and medical aid. Another kook heard from.

Look, I'm not against welfare. I'm against sponges.

Leeches would rather take a hand out than work. The government has to take

of people who can't take care of themselves.

Wait a minute!

But all that just... Just give the government more power. Hey, did you hear

about it? The people are the government, you dummy.

What about my three children?

How about my allotment?

Madam, back to your seat, please.

Roy, escort the lady. Lady, we heard you. We heard your story.

We'll have to take a station break right now, and we'll hear a word from one of

our subscribers.

We'll be right back. Thank you very much.

No, Ross doesn't like you drinking at the studio.

So that's two more demerits for me.

And I resent your implications.

I think you are rude, vicious, and a disgrace to the dignity of man. Hold it,

hold it. Let's analyze that last accusation. You call me a disgrace?

What about this?

You were arrested twice in New York for smoking marijuana.

We refer to spiritual stimulants... Any way you cut it, it's still drugs.

You've, uh... never been married, right?

In fact, you're never seen in the company of women.

It's a little queer, isn't it?

In the practice of neo -existentialism, the individual must try to be... Look,

you demand her to come back, you're here.

I've let you speak for about nine minutes.

Your time is up. No, you haven't let me speak. I haven't finished yet. All

right, Maha, whatever you are. Just a sentimental fob.

By the way, we still haven't heard from Captain

Finch of the 3rd District.

Here's an interesting tidbit.

It's a photostat of a complaint against a man for disturbing the peace.

It's yours, Captain Finch.

Want to talk about it, Captain?

That slams the lid on it for tonight.

So onward, Mr. Citizen.

It's your country.

Or is it?

Oh, Chief Ironside.

Phil, Phil, I don't think you two were properly introduced. Chief Ironside, I'd

like you to meet Phil Manning, one of our associates.

Well, I hope you're not coming on the show as a guest. You'll have to get that

go -kart shot right off Monday. Oh, that's been tried before.

Excuse me, Chief.

Did you enjoy the show?

I'd like to see those letters.

Oh, just give me a couple of minutes to change and I'll... Oof, Bernie, Bernie.

Ding -a -lings. I get hundreds of them every week.

Threatening your life like these?

Marty, open that box for Mrs. Tooney. Maybe she'll make some more of those

raisin cakes.

Death isn't good for your stomach. Don't worry about it.

Do you have any idea who hates you enough to write these letters?

Well, let's see. The ratings say I've got 10 million viewers.

So be kind. Figure 90 % like me.

That would mean about 1 million hate my guts.

You know what they call me?

Demagogue?

The people's voice.

Fudge.

Too sweet.

Please take this seriously.

You've smeared a lot of people, Mr. Howard. Not smeared, Chief. Exposed.

And only if they had it coming.

And Captain Finch.

Look, Chief.

You're in my ballpark now, so tune in on the ground rules.

I don't make the law. I observe it. When somebody starts twisting it, maybe he's

a little too important for the newspaper to do anything about. I do.

I've got no axe to grind.

I don't mean left or right.

I'm a registered neutral.

All I care about is this country.

My country.

Let me go in! Let me go in!

Get him out of here.

Don't handle me like this. I want to tell him.

going to understand them anyway. A threat, Mr. Howard, can be understood in

language.

Look, I've been threatened in ten different languages.

Infiltrated in supermarkets, swung out at nightclubs.

It's an occupational hazard.

I told Marty not to bug us up about the letters.

Probably beat the police out of it, too.

When they brought...

Go home this afternoon.

He had to pump his stomach.

Poison? Arsenic.

That little old lady, Mrs. Toomey, she's always bringing home gifts of candy or

cookies. I know.

I wonder how many people knew that she was in the habit of bringing him gifts.

Everybody who watches the show, she always presents them to him while he's

the air.

Kind of spreads the odds.

We now have ten million suspects.

Paper is cheap stock.

Found it in a dime store.

And running a disguise.

Ain't much to go on.

You don't seem too shook up over this Ross Howard case.

You really do have mixed emotions over this one, don't you?

I'm a trained police officer with a moral obligation to protect the lives of

public. He's got mixed emotions.

Did you get the lab reports?

They turned up three prints on the paper the fudge was wrapped in.

Just three?

Oh, and they also found something on the gum side of one of the envelopes.

Dehydroxylone.

All right, dig up everything you can find on Howard. List of all his past

guests, lawsuits he's involved in, how many enemies he has.

Right. Also, a complete dossier on Phil Manning.

What do you want me to do with my Sundays? Try church.

Afternoon, Captain Finch. Oh,

Walter. Good to see you. Come on in.

Uh, Bob, I'd like to have a little private talk with you.

You know where the drinks are.

Why don't I take a run over and have a talk with that Mrs. Toomey?

See what you can pick up from Howard's producer, that Martha Webb.

what Ross Howard's been saying about me?

He's gonna bust me, Bob.

He got anything to bust you with?

One of his men.

Phil Manning.

He dug up something.

Like what?

Years ago, Bob.

One night I got into a stupid argument with Helen.

I flipped my lid. I blew my stack. I broke a lamp.

Caused a big racket.

But I didn't lay a hand on her, Bob. You know, I couldn't hurt Helen.

Phil Manning got a statement from somebody saying you beat your wife.

It was the old maid next door.

She didn't like dogs, cats, kids.

She complained about everything.

What about that man who cracked his skull in one of your cells?

It was an accident, Bob.

I can prove that.

Do your job and stay away from Howard.

I can't do it, Bob.

I want to go on his show and I want to answer his charges. That's just what he

wants. You go on that show and he'll chop you off at the ankles.

And you better keep that temper of yours in check.

That's just what Howard wants to trigger.

Welcome home, Mr. Howard.

Thank you. Well, Lucille.

Mr. Howard.

Mr. Howard. Yes?

They won't let me see my husband.

Don't worry, Lucille. I got him the best lawyer in town.

I'm doing everything I can.

Thank you. All right, Lucille.

What was all that about?

to go and get himself mixed up with one of those militant organizations.

Got in a jam with the police.

Look, Marty, about this whole business, I mean, what happened last night and the

letters, I don't want to... Hail Caesar.

How many Christians did you put to the lions last night?

Hi, Norma.

How are you?

You look lovely.

You're getting to lie with as much finesse as our leader over there.

Well, I better go. I've got a lot to do. I'll see you at the studio.

Bye.

How do you feel, dear?

Not that I really care, but I'm curious.

Where were you all night?

I got into a poker game.

Look, honey.

Norma.

Dear, this drinking isn't doing you any good.

Why don't we just sit down and work this out intelligently?

Saturday.

You've got till Saturday.

work this thing out intelligently.

Start the tape approximately 15 minutes into the show.

very much. Some more goodies?

Ladies and gentlemen, this lady hasn't missed one of my shows since I've been

the air. How about that?

Now, let's make a bow.

Stop frame it right there. Thank you, Clara.

You can see the box Mrs. Toomey gave him was tied with twine.

Miss Webb said she took it right to the dressing room.

The box the poison fudge came in wasn't tied.

The old lady says she didn't give Ross fudge. She gave him raisin cookies.

Somebody must have switched the boxes.

Somebody right here in the studio.

Mr.

Manning?

This place was supposed to be private. Just for stagehands and losers.

Mr. Manning.

Tell you what.

I'll lose myself just as soon as we have a little talk, okay?

Okay.

Where's your friend in the pushcart?

Oiling his wheels.

Oh.

You want to oil yours?

No, thanks.

I'm going to save you a lot of trouble.

Yeah, I hate Ross Howard, but I'm not your boy.

I'm too tired. I'm too burnt out for intrigue. If you hate him, why do you

for him?

Well, for 500 a week, you can rent my integrity.

For 1 ,500, you can own it.

You know, you were a pretty big one. You had your own TV show.

What happened?

Ross Howard happened.

He came on another channel and knocked me out of the box.

You sure you don't want a drink?

You know I spent $10 ,000 in six months trying to find out what kind of tricks

he had hidden in his closet.

You find any?

Heartburn. He suffers from chronic heartburn. You ready?

Howard is disgustingly clean.

He's hermetically sealed. No police record. No skeletons.

Wonder Silver Star.

The only thing Yankee Doodle Danny likes is not being born on the 4th of July.

You know something?

I think he's working on that.

Well, thanks.

We'll keep in touch.

Hey, Sherlock.

Look, if somebody's trying to kill Howard, I got a great idea.

Let him.

Rock Howard is his real name. He started out as a run -of -the -mill disc jockey

until he married Norma Kingsley.

Then he became active in civic organizations with the help of a father.

He's got a man and wife working for him as maid and gardener.

Pays him 300 a week.

300 a week?

Ironside.

What?

Just how long does it take your index finger to find the dial of a telephone,

Lieutenant?

As for all the lawsuits against him, they're still pending. So is his life.

Somebody took a shot at our Mr. Howard last night.

Ed, call Ross Howard.

Tell him we want to see him first thing in the morning.

Eve, I want more information on that dehydroxy aluminum they found on the

envelope. Will do.

One more thing.

Norma Howard filed for a divorce four years ago. And withdrew it two days

Strange, wasn't it?

Strange? A woman filed for a divorce a day after her father died.

Why did you wait until now to tell me? It's my drama training. I saved it for

exit line.

Martha Webb's led a very dull life. No marriage, no children. Used to write a

game show before she went to work for Howard. Did you get a financial

on her? Yeah.

There's one interesting item.

Two weeks ago, Miss Webb received a check from Ross for $8 ,000.

It was a personal check, not from Ross's business manager.

Last page.

This file on Phil Manning, even the paper smells.

Guess who used to date Norma Kingsley before Ross married her?

Phil Manning?

Chief Ironside?

How do you do, sir?

I've been expecting you. They called from downtown and they told me... Mr.

Howard, can we see that garage door now?

Of course.

Right over here.

Nice place.

We love it.

It's a shame, though, that my father didn't live to enjoy it with us.

He really would have appreciated it. Was your father an architect? No. He was a

carpenter. Worked with his hands.

Of course, he would have pointed out that the roof leaks and the furnace

heat and we can't get the rats out of the cellar.

You said that whoever took that shot at you was in a car parked at the curb.

That's right. It sounded like a cannon.

Lit up the garage like a spotlight.

I jumped back when I heard the shots. Missed me by inches. And when I turned

around, the car was racing away.

Can you describe the car? What year? What make?

It was too dark.

Looks like the work of a .45.

It split the wood and went right through.

Threatening letters.

Poison.

A gunshot.

I'd say somebody out there doesn't like you.

It's Saturday, Ross.

Shall we have our little talk?

Why, Norma?

Why does it have to be... Oh, let's don't hash it all over again. I can't

reruns. Just sign the papers and we'll make our little trade.

You loved me once, Norma. I know you did. We could try... Oh, come on, Ross.

Whatever we are, we're still adults.

I'm not the... Starry -eyed little debutante that you talked into marrying.

was ten hard years ago.

A lot of booze has gone under the bridge since then.

I'm trying to make this thing work.

Well, you can't.

And if you'd given me the divorce four years ago, it would all be over by now.

Maybe I went about it the wrong way. The wrong way?

That's the understatement of the century.

Warning me that if I went ahead with a divorce that you'd tell the world my

father didn't really deserve the Silver Star, that he was nowhere near that

pillbox, that he was drunk.

And all the time you... I had to stop you any way I could. I'm sorry.

Now you're stopped, baby.

You're cancelled as of today.

I've got my ace in the hole, my trump card.

But you'll get it back after you sign the divorce papers.

You're not so disinclined toward blackmail yourself, are you?

I learned it from you.

Norma, the election is only six months off. Can't you wait until after that,

please? I waited too long already.

Listen, Norma.

I didn't want to worry you, but... somebody's trying to kill me.

That's something I'll drink to.

And to good old Joe Hagel.

While you're at it, have a drink on me.

How do you think it's been for me living with society's number one iceberg?

Oh, I wasn't good enough to touch you, but you thought out pretty fast for your

country club playmate.

You think I didn't know?

If you want to think that, you go right ahead.

But you're sure right about one thing, Ross.

I'm not disinclined toward blackmail.

You sign them.

Now.

Let's keep it clean.

It'll be a strain, but I'll try.

You haven't been seen with me for months.

Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight, then to the studio?

Let's don't overdo it.

Please, Norma.

For my sake.

Why not?

Be good to get at.

I've got to get used to the fresh air again.

Okay.

So I'm in love with him.

And he knows it, and he's never made one move toward me. He is so hung on

integrity to this country, to all the people around him, even to his wife.

She's nothing but a drunk, but he sticks by her.

Coffee? No, thanks. I have to be going. You've been very helpful this way.

Oh, one more thing.

With Phil Manning, what does he do on the show?

Well, he's our professional garbage digger. He's head of the dirty linen

department. Had a show of his own once, and then he bribed the aide to a

senator, and that required him.

I see.

Thank you, Miss Whitney.

I, uh... Please tell Chief Ironside, Ross...

Don't let them kill him.

Lucy, I want you, I want you to deliver this for me, please.

Right away.

It's almost six.

Hey, remember that crazy little Hungarian restaurant we used to go to?

I figured if we could hurry, we... Every time I try to rush... I know. Get the

car up. Norma.

I know you don't believe me.

But you're still the only woman I ever loved.

Change your shirt. It's getting late.

We're on the scene now where explosions just take place.

The whole Nauvoo area was greatly damaged before it killed Mr. Ross

wife of the controversial television personality.

This beautiful Nauvoo mansion, as you can see, is swarming with police. The

was put out about four or five minutes ago, as near as we can understand.

Now, here's Chief Ironside. Chief Ironside, can we talk to you for just a

moment? What about a theory on why Mr. Howard, trying to find out why he

believes Mrs. Howard might have been killed? Somebody over here.

All

right,

Finch, what is it?

Dynamite. Where did the ignition switch?

Crude, but effective.

It's the kind of stuff we used to use during the war when we couldn't get

regular explosives.

Howard Gardner, wasn't he in the Marines?

As a matter of fact, he was in the same company with Howard and Major Kingsley.

Find him. I'll need a writ.

For what?

We've got him down at the third district on a charge of inciting the riot.

He fell.

You got here awfully fast.

I can explain that, but... Bob Hill is miles out of your district. Now, just

what were you doing out here, Walter?

I decided to take a ride.

Just give it to me straight.

I wanted to talk to Howard. Fine. To get him to lay off me.

That's just fine.

What do you think it's going to look like when it's learned you spent two

on the bomb squad?

According to what the police have been able to learn, the bomb must have been

wired to the car's ignition system.

It was set off... It must still be home.

...has been receiving threatening letters.

Where have you been?

To a wake.

To a private wake for a very lovely lady. What do you think of that?

Barbaric.

Barbaric? Barbaric.

Oh, come on, Marty.

You know something? You should have been along with me to celebrate.

Celebrate?

Celebrate what?

You got the show. Now you got a clean shot at the boss.

You see, we all have a little violence to this, don't we, huh, baby?

Huh?

What's so funny?

Just ironic, don't you think?

I mean, whoever put that bomb in the car just might have killed the one thing

he was after.

Of course, it's too soon for a complete report from the investigating... Now,

look, Marty, I... I'm told that Captain Walter Finch was a witness to the

explosion. And we'll try to get an interview with Captain Finch as soon as

through making his statement.

Now, let me recap for those of you who have just tuned in.

Mrs. Norma Howard, wife of television personality Ross Howard, was killed by a

dynamite bomb in causing this explosion that you see here.

You.

You somewhere out there?

Tonight, you kill my wife.

You meant that bomb for me.

Well, you're not going to stop me.

I'll vow my blood, the blood of my murdered wife, that you won't silence

You're not going to stop me.

You're not going to shut me up.

You'll have to kill me to stop me. You'll have to kill me.

Hey, big mouth, say that again.

I said we don't want the Hutton Corporation or any other warmongers on

campus. So you ran them off. Put one of them in the hospital doing it.

Oh, it's perfectly all right for a cop to read his literature and speak on your

campus, but not American Free Enterprise. Yes, Chief.

Just for the record, the $8 ,000 check Mr. Howard gave you a few weeks ago,

to explain it?

A personal loan.

A down payment on my new house.

Get him out of here.

Anything else?

I'll let you know.

Oh, oh, Captain Finch, I'm so glad you're here. I was so worried. I can put

right on. What are you doing here?

I've fought it over, Bob.

It had to be.

It's the only way. Where do you want the body sent?

We can put you on stage right now while we're in the commercial, if you would.

Excuse us. Right through there.

Aw.

Hi, Captain.

Make yourself comfortable.

You, uh... You can have all the time you want.

Just forget the camera and talk to me, that's all.

We'll be on in a few seconds. Anything I can get you, Captain?

No, thanks.

Just relax.

Stand by!

All right, we're back, so get out of the kitchen.

You're probably overweight anyway.

Millions of Americans go to sleep every night confident that the police are out

there protecting them.

But there are others who cry police brutality.

Hiya, group.

We're living in an era when the reputation of our police is at stake.

Tonight we have with us Captain Walter Finch. Don't worry, Chief.

He can always open up a bar, all ex -cops do.

Bill, this came for you last night from Norma.

None of your business.

You can always be down at headquarters.

It's personal.

May I?

I said it was personal.

All right, man.

Let's get personal.

Lay out all the cards.

You lied twice.

Ross didn't knock your show off the air.

Bribing the senator's aide did that.

You said you didn't dig up anything on Ross, but you did.

Come on, Manning.

The going rate for research men like you is 300 a week tops.

Now Ross is paying you five times that much.

Blackmail. Pure and simple blackmail. All neat and legally cloaked in a weekly

salary, isn't that right?

A great chick like Norma gets blown to bits.

Well,

Norma doesn't need this anymore.

And without her, it's no fun on this merry -go -round.

Hey, Marty.

Tell the voice of the people I hope he chokes. Quiet.

Here, Constable.

Have a ball.

You're twisting everything I say. You're making me sound like a... Temper.

Temper, Captain. Don't want you getting violent right here. The people want to

know the facts, Captain. They want to know how a man gets to be a captain of

police when he's got to temper violent enough to beat his own wife. That's not

true!

I've got a statement here from one of your neighbors who says it is.

This is a disturbing the police complaint.

Heaven. The police captain book?

with disturbing the peace?

Everyone has a temper, Mr. Howard.

Even me.

Well, well. Looks like the cavalry arrived just in time.

Ladies and gentlemen, Chief Robert Ironside, special consultant to the

commissioner, and a very, very, very close friend of Captain Finch. A half

-truth is ten times worse than a lie, Mr. Howard. You know that.

The disturbing the peace complaint happened 20 years ago, and that's just

it was. A complaint.

There was no charge brought against Captain Finch.

In fact, Mrs. Finch was very upset that a neighbor would even think of such a

thing. Look, Chief, we understand the captain is one of your boys.

You have to live with him.

So it's only natural that... What about you, Mr. Howard? This is where you live.

In this box.

Like a vampire who comes to life in this electronic coffin every night when the

sun goes down. Every night on prime time.

That's pretty clever material, Chief.

You ought to have your own show.

Relax, Captain.

Your savior is here.

Have a cookie.

Go on, Captain. Have one. It won't kill you.

Not even if they're poisoned, like the other box Mr. Howard received.

What are you getting at, Chief?

The facts.

The people want the facts, Mr. Howard.

You see, the man who poisoned that fudge is here tonight in this studio.

Who is he? The poison was systemic.

A kind of arsenic found in rat poison. What are you saying?

There was just enough in each piece of fudge to cause cramps, not enough to

anyone. I don't understand.

And those threatening letters you received.

One of them had traces of dehydroxyaluminum on the gum part of the

part most people lick with their tongues.

Dehy -what?

Dehydroxyaluminum, an ingredient used in certain acidity pills like Peptox.

Bernie, Bernie, Mr. Howard. Hey, wait a minute. Are you trying to tell me

that... Like Captain Finch, all law officers are familiar with the current

legislation on exposing evidence that might prove prejudicial to a defendant's

case. So, if you'll excuse me... Just hold it there, Chief.

You're not going to drop an insinuation like that and take off.

I thought insinuation was part of the ground rules at your ballpark, Mr.

Okay, I got a nervous stomach and I take pills.

How do you explain that shot someone took at me in the bomb that killed my

The shot was fired from only five feet away, not from the curb. A diagram of

bullet's trajectory proved that. A killer wouldn't have missed at such

range. Who's paying you to do this? The people, Mr. Howard.

They want the facts.

Like this document from Joe Hagel. He's my chauffeur. Used to be Corporal Joe

Hagel. Isn't that right, Joe?

He's the man who really knocked out that North Korean pillbox.

No. It was a fight. The threat of a court -martial. And Hagel's superior

officer, a Captain...

Ross Howard made a deal. He's lying. It was simple. You'd forget the court

-martial if Corporal Hagel would forget the glory.

Now, didn't you really buy that silver star, Mr. Howard? You're crazy. What are

you talking about? Murder, Mr. Howard. Somehow your wife found this deposition

by Joe Hagel. She threatened to expose you with it if you didn't give her a

divorce. No.

Norma loved me. But a divorce would have hurt your image.

And you wanted to go to Washington enough to kill for it. It's a lie.

It's a lie!

Don't believe a word of it.

Everything he's just said, it's a lie.

It's a lie.

What you needed was an alibi, wasn't it?

It had to look as if that bomb was meant for you.

That's what it's all about, isn't it, Mr. Howard?

Not true. None of it's true.

They won't hear the truth. They're trying to silence me. That's what they

They don't want to hear the truth.

Captain Finch.

State his civil rights loud and clear and book him for murder.

It's a conspiracy.

It's the frame.

It's the frame.

Now, wait. They killed my wife. You saw that they killed her.

That bomb was meant for me.

They're afraid of me.

They're afraid of the truth. That's what they are. They know that they can't buy

me off, so they're trying to destroy me.

This is your voice up here. The people. This is our country.

It's yours. It's mine.

Let's keep it.