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Thank you.

Call for you, Chief.

Thank you.

Hello.

Yes, Eve.

What now?

Knew he'd get cold feet.

I don't care if Brady does say no.

You and Ed remind him the state of California is saying yes. They'll expect

down here in five minutes.

Jimmy was taking the fight. The other guy just got lucky.

Oh, come on, Sid. Give it to him straight.

He didn't get lucky.

I mean, he outpunched me, but it'll be different next time around.

Hey, what do you say? Let me invite the press for a drink. Oh, Sid, let me take

a rain check. There's somebody over here I want to say hello to.

Well, I hate to tell you this, my friend, but you've been had checkmate in

Three. Hello, Frank.

Mark Dyer meet Frank Bolan, Consolidated Features, West Coast Sports Editor.

And Kibitzer Extraordinary.

What you doing in Hawaii, Chief, on a case?

People do come here for a vacation.

Yeah, all except me.

And Jimmy Otis over there.

Poor Jimmy, disaster time.

Well, he's got all the guts in the world just run out of steam. Yeah, he's way

over the hill.

Vacation, huh?

Check.

With Lou Koster coming up before a grand jury tomorrow?

Check again.

I hear some scuttlebutt about Ironside looking for a missing witness.

Me.

Sorry, Frank. No comment.

One of these days, I'm going to beat him.

One of these days, I'm going to get a story out of him.

How about it? Didn't Koster have an accountant or somebody who dropped out

sight?

You heard the man. No comment.

You made a wise decision, Mr. Brady.

Oh, you can drag me back, but I'm not going to give that grand jury one word.

Right now, the question isn't what you'll say on the stand, but whether

reach it at all.

Hello. Yes,

sir. Double Scott, what do you want?

Nothing. We don't have time to act the plane. If they want me, they'll wait for

me.

Put some milk in it.

Yes, sir.

Chief Hineside? Yes.

I'm Miss Rossi, one of the stewardesses on your flight.

Miss Rossi? Will the seating arrangement be all right?

You want a mystery, Mrs. Brady, isolated.

No one in front of them or no one behind them.

Yes.

Now, I'd like Sergeant Brown and Miss Whitfield directly behind them.

Of course.

You got it?

I'll toss you for the window.

Me, my guest.

Thank you, Miss Rossi. Be ready for you as soon as the other passengers are

aboard. A ramp attendant will be waiting for you at gate three. Be right there.

You stick with the Brady.

Our flight is ready, Mr. Brady.

Get off my back, I'm sorry.

There's no loss to this. I'm going to have you for company all the way here,

sir. Nor any that says we can't come along to protect you. I don't need

protection. Your ex -boss had three people working for him who knew his

operation.

Every bet he ever took.

Every fix he ever arranged.

Now, two of those men are dead.

Accident. I'm a firm believer in accident prevention.

Come on, Linda.

You're just trying to scare him.

I'm sorry, Ms. Brady.

Miss, excuse me. The plane that Chief Ironside is taking, what time is that

in San Francisco?

Oh, it's scheduled to arrive at 8 or 5 a .m. Pacific time. Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Here you are. Thank you. Thank you.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

Turning two.

Turning one.

Is it?

Gears coming up.

Hey, miss, when can I get a drink?

Oh, we'll be serving in just a few minutes, sir.

Have you got a deck of cards?

Sure, Captain. They're in the forward lounge.

I'll get them for you. It's okay.

I'll go up there.

I'd be very happy to.

Stewardess, my mother's not feeling very well.

Do you need something to... No, thank you. I don't need anything.

I'll be all right, Donald. Just leave me alone.

I'll bet you'd like a pillow, sir.

I sure would, honey.

You could even tuck me in nighty -night if you wanted.

Can I get you gentlemen something?

Magazines? No, no, thank you.

If you'd like to listen to music, your earphones are right here. Thanks.

You can store it right behind the seat if you'd like.

Thank you.

Thank you, Miss Rossi.

Now I'd like to see your passenger manifest, if I may.

Of course.

Brady's still complaining, but at least he's on his way. So what? He's going to

climb up tight anyway.

That's a long flight. Maybe we can get him to change his mind.

By tomorrow morning?

We have two possible allies.

You figure his wife to be one? Would you believe Lou Koster himself for the

other?

But look, our first responsibility is to get him in front of that grand jury.

Eve, take the names on the passenger manifest up to the captain.

Have him radio San Francisco.

Complete make on all passengers.

And wait for it. Right.

Here's the list. I've crossed out the ones that couldn't make this reschedule

flight. We're down to 41.

Thank you, Miss Rossi.

25 in tourist.

16 in first class.

This is Irene Wilson.

So that's who she is.

You know her?

We've met.

Though obviously she doesn't remember me.

Hey, this late starter on the tourist list, Frank Bolin.

In the flesh.

Well, I should have figured Chief Ironside always travels for his cabin.

right, Eve.

You're looking for a story, Frank. I don't fit on the sports page.

I'll take what I can get.

Social news.

Robert T. Ironside's Hawaiian vacation.

Fair enough.

Diamond Head was spectacular.

The fishing was superb.

The luau's were sumptuous.

The swimming was magnificent.

And I left the surfing up to somebody else.

And wait until you see our home movies.

All right, go ahead. I still think you're on a case.

And still no comment.

Uh, Miss.

Uh, excuse me, uh...

Can I move up here from Taurus? Oh, certainly. We can handle that for you.

you. I'll go back and get my things. And give me that seat opposite those

people, please.

Okay.

Frank.

Enjoy the trip.

Jack. Jack, please take one of these. No, I don't want it.

Okay.

It's your ulcer.

You be the martyr.

I told you we shouldn't have answered that subpoena. We should have ducked out

on him.

Oh, I'm tired of ducking.

I'm bone tired.

Who's the martyr now?

All right, you win the point.

Score 10 ,000 to 9 ,000, you'll save it.

You're really not going to talk to that grand jury, are you?

I am not going to cross Lou.

Even if it kills me.

Nobody's going to kill you, Jack.

Because you're doing it yourself.

You've been doing it for eight years ever since you went to work for him.

your gripe?

I made good money.

You had no worries.

Oh, no. No, no. I didn't have any worries.

Except wondering when you were going to go to jail and when Lou Costner decided

to get rid of you like right now. You still believe all that junk?

Everything that tricky cop says?

I know Lou.

And so do you.

Yeah. I know him.

We were friends. We were brought up together.

He wouldn't touch me. Then why are we hiding from him? Keep it down.

Jack, I really can't stand it anymore.

I can't stand the running and the wondering.

I'm watching you eat your insides out. I really can't. Well, if you can't stand

it, get out.

When we get back to San Francisco, I'm going to leave you.

Okay. I believe you this time.

Okay, leave.

But nobody makes me think.

Nobody.

Okay. Anyone here play gin?

Okay, I'll play.

Will these fellas mind if I take a hand?

I'd like a word with you.

About what?

Your husband's health.

Just how bad is his ulcer?

It's bleeding, and on top of that, he's drinking himself to death.

Anything else?

I want to help him, Mrs. Brady. Help him or get him to spill to the grand jury?

Both.

They might come to the same thing.

His ulcer and his drinking could be the results of pressure. Don't you think I

don't know that? I'm not blind.

And don't let the way I act fool you.

I happen to love that man.

I'm not blind either, Mrs. Brady.

Yeah.

Boy, you pull them out of thin air.

What's the matter? We got a long way to go.

With your luck, it's too long for me.

What about you?

I'm on an expense account.

Hi, Chief.

Hi. Frank Boland told me who you were.

Heard a lot about you.

I read quite a bit about you, too, Mr. Otis. Matter of fact, we saw your last

fight. You can't win them all, can you?

Although I'd like to win one or two.

Jimmy Otis, Mark Sanger.

Hi. Hi, Mark.

Your shift can't take a punch.

That's all that's been happening to me lately is taking.

But I'm shaping up.

A couple of more tune -ups and I'll be ready to get my title back.

Yeah. Good luck, Jimmy.

Thank you.

What are you doing in Hawaii?

Vacation or business?

Yeah.

Well, what's your line?

You a salesman? A lawyer?

Accountant?

I play gins for a living. Hey, miss, what about that drink?

Coming right up, sir.

What do you have?

Scots on the rocks.

Same. How about picture?

Nothing, thank you.

Hey, what did you do with the scots? It's there.

with it, honey. Your date will still be waiting. You don't know him.

Just sit in, Chief.

No, thanks.

You're too good for me.

I am. You should play with him.

This is Chief Ironside, San Francisco Police.

I didn't catch your name. Go draw. Mr. Brady and I have met.

Here you are, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Happy landings.

Hey, that's my drink.

Miss, may I see that scotch bottle, please?

What are you trying to pull now?

Smell it.

Since when is scotch bitter?

Hey.

What's going on?

The plane has turned.

Stratford 70307 by 31 degrees north, 140 west at 0130.

Huh.

All right.

How do you feel, Frank?

Like somebody landed a roundhouse right.

I'll be all right now.

Better take it easy for a while.

Mark, help him back to his feet.

That's Scotch.

What could be in it?

A fair -sized dose of chloral hydrate. What's that?

Taken in the right amount, it's a powerful, quick -acting soporific.

The well -known knockout drop.

Miss Evans, this scotch bottle wasn't in its usual place.

No.

Now we know why.

You're saying somebody tried to slip me a Mickey?

I'm saying someone tried to slip you a one -way ticket. What are you handing me

now? Bowen seems to be okay.

He doesn't have an ulcer.

The knockout drop would have gone through that hole in your stomach and

through your bloodstream, and it would have been lethal.

Ed, who else was up here? Captain Vaughn was in the game for a while.

Yeah, I passed Leppich in the aisle.

He went to the washroom. This is a con.

Nothing but a con.

From now on, he eats nothing and drinks nothing unless it's been checked out by

you. Right.

Oh, heavens.

How long would you say the galley's been left unattended?

Most of the time.

Miss Rothie and I were busy serving. That could have been anyone.

Now, will you please lock up that bottle?

Jack.

Jack, what's the matter? What's happened to you? Nothing. I'm all right.

Leave me alone.

I... Leave me alone.

It's all quiet out there.

Let's keep it that way.

You found something?

Grains of chloral hydrate.

Some on the floor.

It was put in the bottle in a hurry.

Grains? Then why do they call it a knockout drop?

It doesn't necessarily have to be a liquid.

Drop refers to the way it's administered.

Seems to me whoever tried to get to Brady must have known him pretty well. I

mean that he's got an ulcer and that he's a scotch drinker.

Wouldn't be hard to get those details from Lou Koster.

That's all, Miss Whitfield.

Thank you. Certainly.

I make on the passenger only two names with the remotest connection to Costa.

That flight manager ought to be one of them.

Yes, he handled the boxer in a fight Costa tried to fix a few years ago.

He's Irene Wilson.

You said you knew her.

Before your time, Eve.

Her late husband was long in social standing, short in cash.

Owned a racing stable.

Lou Koster was the silent partner.

Mark will work on Jimmy Otis. Find out all you can about his manager. And

another thing, this goes for both of you. Somebody on this plane has a bottle

chloral hydrate. Keep your eyes open for it. All right.

Excuse me.

I'll take care of everything, sir.

Did your husband tell you what happened?

Well, Jack said you're trying to break him down, scare him into testifying.

Oh, come now, Mrs. Brady, you don't really believe I doctored that drink.

No.

Look, Mrs. Brady, Lou Koster has put somebody aboard this plane to kill your

husband.

Now, let's face it.

Somebody aboard this plane is trying to kill your husband.

Further message from Chief Ironside.

Please relay to San Francisco Police.

Peaceful from this altitude, isn't it?

Yes.

I have the feeling I've met you somewhere before.

You have, Mrs. Wilson. I'm Chief Ironside, San Francisco Police.

When we first met, I was still a detective.

Oh, yes, I do remember.

It was in connection with my husband's difficulty with his racing stable,

it? That's right.

You still raise thoroughbreds?

That was Brian's interest, not mine.

I don't suppose I've even watched a horse race since he died.

You and your family have no further connection with him? No, none.

Or with Luke Costa?

I haven't seen that man in years.

Perhaps you've heard that Costa comes up before the grand jury in San Francisco

tomorrow.

Well, it's about time.

You don't seem concerned.

Why should I be?

Chief Ironside.

Now you remind me very strongly of that detective.

He's still on the same case, Mrs. Wilson.

Still trying to nail Lou Costa.

What have I to do with it?

Please try to understand.

I have to check out everything that's, well, not usual.

According to my information, you and a certain Mr.

Itoshi of Hawaii were to be married this coming weekend.

How do you know about that?

Well, it was news in a way.

San Francisco police cooperate with the Honolulu police.

You were investigating me? All passengers on this flight, Mrs. Wilson.

To be married this weekend and suddenly flying back to the mainland?

My plans changed.

Personal matter.

You're traveling with Donald Wilson, your son?

Yes.

Married, home in Burlingame, vice president, central trust company,

Westside Charities, member of Racket Club.

Well -established, socially -minded young man who obviously moves in the

circles.

He come out to Hawaii for your marriage to Mr. Itoshi?

Hardly.

Mr. Ironside.

This is really none of your affair.

That's true.

You don't really want to go back, do you?

Well, I... We all have certain obligations to our

families, our children.

We have to consider their feelings.

We also have to consider our own feelings.

Sometimes.

Many times.

Living only for someone else doesn't do either any good.

Perspective.

You can really get it from up here.

You remember it, huh?

Of course, I was a green kid then.

I was lucky that an old pro like Carter didn't take me apart.

Oh, come on, man. You've wiped him off. I remember the cast on the blog started

a Jimmy Otis fan club after that one.

Those were the sweet, sweet days.

You know, I thought that title was mine forever.

But it'll be mine again.

As soon as I get this comeback rolling.

Sid's setting up a couple of main events for me back east.

Sid's been your manager right along, huh? The first bell.

Picked me up out of the gutter.

Slum kid with a big hunger.

And the idea that he was bad.

Sid taught me how much I didn't know.

He nursed me along like maybe I was worth something.

He really did look at her.

Yeah, he's the greatest.

Manager, Father, Fred, all rolled up into one little old man with a lot of

Hey, look, I want to show you something.

You

know,

Sid saved the first purse I ever earned.

Old tin watch they gave me for winning a clubhouse fight.

What do you know about a guy like that?

Look at all this crazy stuff he's saying for me.

Yeah.

Crazy.

San Francisco.

San Francisco.

This is Trans -Pacific 307. On HM.

Mark and Eve are watching the Brady's.

I understand you want to talk to me, Chief.

That's right.

Is this yours, Mr. Lepich?

Chloral hydrate, isn't it?

You've got no right to frisk my bag. Then you do admit it belongs to you. I

carry lots of medicines for my fighter. First time I've heard knockout drops

described as medicines. Since when's it a crime? Possibly since now.

Yeah?

Don't tell me.

That's the new LSD or something.

The crime we're talking about is attempted murder.

Murder?

What's it all about?

A little while ago, someone tried to poison Jack Brady's drink.

Oh, look at me. I didn't do it.

Besides, that stuff's not poison. It is, if taken in large enough quantity or by

a person suffering from certain ailments.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. This whole thing is crazy.

Look, I don't even know any Jack Brady.

But you do know Lou Custer.

Yeah, I know Custer.

Big shot bookie. I got nothing to do with him.

Look, I didn't try to poison anybody around here. I ain't been out of my

since the plane took off. Ask Jimmy. No, I saw you up here.

Oh, yeah.

Excuse me. Just once.

I went to the washroom.

Well, I bet half the people on this plane have been up here.

True.

But half the people on this plane don't have chloral hydrate in their

possession. Why did you?

That's my business. Now it's our business.

Okay.

I got it from a bartender I know over in Oakland.

What for?

In case I had to use it.

I never did.

Couldn't get myself to. Use it how?

On my fighter, Jimmy. A fix.

No, no, no, no.

Not like that.

Like what, Sid?

Jimmy.

How much you selling for, Sid? A hundred thousand ten?

I never planned to send you into the tank.

Then what was the Mickey for?

I couldn't take it anymore.

Watching you get hurt.

After that bout in Oakland when they were selling you off, I just made up my

mind. If you took one more beating, I... I thought you were in my corner. I am,

Jimmy, I am.

But you're getting hurt, don't you see?

I tried to tell you.

That I washed up.

We both are, Jimmy.

Hey, Jim.

I didn't want to find out like this. Not this way.

You'd rather he found out flat in his back?

Look, Chief.

Jimmy's like my brother. We've been together since the beginning.

I watch him get pounded time after time.

Too much gut to go down when he's hurt.

I just ready to try anything.

Except the hard truth.

Wouldn't that have been kinder?

I thought I'd better try and go and talk with him.

He was telling the truth.

He had no other choice.

But what's it done to them now?

You know, Chief, sometimes this work makes me want to run and hide.

Me too.

But hide from what, Ed?

Reality?

You know, the cop's world.

Dig, strip, get the facts.

Sometimes we hurt the innocent very badly.

Uncovering the truth, breaking the case, doesn't clear your conscience, but you

have to live with it.

It goes with the territory.

We have no other choice either.

Chief Ironside, more messages from the San Francisco police.

Thank you.

Lou Koster has issued an open contract on Jack Brady's life, $50 ,000.

Open contract.

If it's true, then that means almost anybody aboard could be the hitman.

be more than one.

I'd like Jack Brady to see this.

And I wouldn't mind if somebody else saw it.

Chief Ironside thought you'd be interested in this.

I couldn't care less.

You don't believe it, of course.

That's another put on catch term.

I don't think so. Oh, I care what you think.

Then care what Luke Costa thinks.

Linda, when I get in front of that grand jury and take the fifth, he'll know I'm

straight. And then he'll trust you for the rest of your life.

Sure he will. Oh, Jack, will you stop kidding yourself and look at what's

He won't rest easy until you're dead.

No.

Who's my friend? What's the matter with you, Linda?

You

feeling

better, Frank? No problems.

Mr. Brady give you that?

Not likely.

Now, come on, Chief. Let me in. Looks like you are in. We're not far enough. I

want all of it.

Now, this Brady character, he is your missing witness, isn't he?

Koster's accountant for many years. He has all the information we need to

Koster for illegal betting and trying to fix various sports.

So somebody's finally nailed him.

Unfortunately, Mr. Brady seems determined to be an uncooperative

Captain, mind if I ask you a few questions?

What for?

We're checking on all the passengers. Routine police matter.

How long have you been in the Merchant Marine?

Twelve years.

And you've had your master's license for the past three?

That's right.

A maritime service radioed us your record.

It says you've been in the Merchant Marine for 16 years and a captain for

past seven.

What are you getting at? The truth.

Captain Vaughn reported his wallet with all his identity papers stolen in

Honolulu three days ago.

You'll just have a seat over here, Flitch.

Everybody does exactly what I say.

We've all had it.

Stay away from him. He's got something in that bag.

my iron side.

So help me, I'll drop it. Go ahead.

I swear I will.

Your flight bag was examined some time ago when we were looking for poison.

Both you and I know it contains nothing more than some toilet articles and a

clean shirt.

San Francisco, San Francisco. It's Trans -Pacific 307 on HF.

I'm sorry, Mr. Boland. No comment time again.

Can't you leave him alone? You know he isn't well.

Can't be helped, Mr. Brady.

Mr. Brady, do you know this man?

No. According to the description we sent, the Honolulu police identify him

Vincent Lasker.

We'll pin that down once we can check fingerprints and mug shots.

Don't knock yourself out.

I'm Vince Lasker. Who are you working for?

Nobody.

But you did board this flight to kill Jack Brady and you did try to kill him.

No. Never.

And that's the truth.

Yeah.

I've been looking for Brady ever since I heard there was an open contract on

him.

I've been watching the flights.

I knew he had to be on one of them.

But I gave up on the hit.

When you were guarding him, there was no chance. What did you think? The money

would drop into your lap somehow?

Or maybe somebody else make the hit and you'd cut yourself in?

Yeah. Take him to the rear of the plane.

Keep him under very close guard.

Let's go.

Well,

Mr. Brady, can I set this one up, too?

Jack! Oh, that cheap gun.

Lou, my pal.

What do you know?

Well, I told him I'd always stick by him.

Mr.

Brady, loyalty is a great virtue.

But yours never did belong to Lou Cawthorne.

You're right.

You're right.

Well, Miss Whitfield, did you find out anything about that phony captain or who

sent him?

Ask the chief.

We just walked up and down the aisle to keep the plane flying steady.

Just one thing I want to learn from you now.

I'm convinced Lou Koster had a partner when he arranged his fixes.

He was too careful to do it himself.

Yes. There was a go -between.

I never heard his name.

Just Mr. X.

He made the contact.

I swear I'm not holding anything back.

I believe you. Whatever you want to know.

Not now, not here. Save it for the grand jury tomorrow.

I think you ought to get some rest.

Thank you.

We get anything?

All we need.

We'll charge Vince Lasker with attempted murder.

Hey, will you ask the captain to send another message to San Francisco?

I'd like to alert them Brady's ready to talk to the grand jury.

Uh, Chief, will you send some for me, too? I've got most of my copy written

A few lead lines will do. Sorry, Frank.

We can only use the planes radio for police business.

Biggest story of my life, and I can't get it through.

Nice dining, Chief.

About what?

Wrapping it up so fast. We've got time to catch up on our sleep.

You have.

Well, flight 238 leaves at 11 o 'clock.

You'd have plenty of time.

I can radio ahead and hold a seat for you. I'd appreciate that.

Thank you. You're welcome.

I'm going back to Hawaii, Chief Ironside.

Then best wishes are in order. Perhaps.

I hope so.

Best wishes.

Thank you.

He won't talk to me. Not a word.

Jimmy.

You don't really think he sold you out, do you?

No.

He was just looking out for me like always.

It's my fault. Your fault.

I just don't have what it takes anymore.

How long have you been in the ring?

Eight years. You had a title once, but now it's all down the drain.

Just eight years of pure waste.

The game's been good to me, and I liked it.

Now, what's all this talk about waste?

That's the way you're acting.

Like it was pure waste.

Just pure waste.

Where's mine?

Didn't you think that was a funny line?

I had the earphones turned on to music.

You gather you aren't enjoying the movie, Frank?

Oh, well, I already saw it. I was, uh... I was trying to get some more copy on

my story. I thought maybe I could get Brady here to open up.

Get him to open up or to shut him up for good?

What are you talking about? I'm talking about a go -between.

A Mr. X, Lou Costi's fixer.

I'm talking about you, Frank.

Me?

If this is a put -on, it's a pretty bad one. Yours wasn't so good either.

You know, I got a bit suspicious right off when you said you'd come all the way

to Hawaii to cover a comeback try by a fighter you described as over the hill.

That was an assignment. No, Frank.

I checked with your news service. No assignment.

You came to Hawaii looking for me to lead you to Jack Brady.

Oh, boy.

I've heard some pretty wild ones in my time.

And I've met some pretty wild, desperate men in mine.

You knew if I got Brady to give his information, the trail would be open.

would lead straight back to a crooked reporter with all the entrees a man like

Custer needed.

All right, all right, Chief. Let's play the whole scene.

Do you have any proof to support this remarkable theory?

I didn't have none until now.

That's why I had to force you to make another move.

You call this proof that I came in here for a story?

Oh, come on, Chief.

It's all a gag, right?

I know you've got your man. You're charging him with attempted murder.

Vince Lasker?

Strictly a lower echelon hood.

His idea of a hit is a nice pick in the back, not a dose of chlorohydrate or a

hypodermic needle disguised to look like a pen.

Now, what good can that do now?

Put the gun down, Frank.

This lady stays with me till the plane lands, and then we're walking off

together. Nobody is going to stop me.

Just be cool.

Be cool.

The movie's just getting to the good part.

I can see us. Goodbye now.

Watch your step going down. Goodbye.

Goodbye now.

The Lyfts will be here in a minute, Chief.

Don't hurry.

Oh, Chief.

I've been kicking around what you told me, and I'm not going to let it be a

waste. Jimmy's got an idea. His kids around could use a couple of beat -up

boxing teachers.

Give me a call at the office tomorrow.

I know the youth center is just waiting to grab the two of you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Steve Ironside.

Goodbye, Mrs. Wilson.

And thank you.

Thank you.

Just one of those shipboard romances, Jed style.

Hey, have a good sleep.

Miraless. That was a beautiful flight.

Beautiful. Smoothest one I ever took.

Yvonne is in the past and Phoebe is in the present, but when they meet in the

middle, sparks fly.

Goodnight Sweetheart is next.