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Tracy Oliver, all right.

Looks like she's in pretty bad shape,
too.

I know she's yesterday's copy, but...
Two beers says she's back in the

headlines. Chief, Chief Irons, I'm now,
Harrington.

Nurse, Mrs. Oliver, how is she? Someone
will be with you in a minute, sir.

Look, we ran three stoplights, busted
every speed zone. This friend must be

important to you.

Come on, Mr. Lovell, try to get a hold
of yourself. Mr. Trangelo?

Oh, hello, Chief. How bad is it? Kind of
tight.

This is John Lovell, her father.

Yes, I know.

It's been a long time, Mr. Lovell.

Would you excuse us, please?

Story. Her father followed her in a
hotel room and put in an emergency call.

But what happened to her?

Didn't you know? She caught a wrist.

And right after she inherited $5
million.

Makes a lot of sense, huh, Chief?

All I know is we were on our way home
when the chief picked up a squeal on the

police van and made me come here.

He's all clutched up about some woman
who tried to commit suicide.

What woman?

Tracy Oliver, I think her name is.

Tracy Oliver?

We're going to be hanging around here
for a while, so the chief said for you

Ed to close up shop. He'll see you in
the morning.

All right. Good night, Mark.

Good night.

What about Tracy Oliver? She tried to
commit suicide.

You know her?

Only by reputation.

Some time back...

Around the time the chief was shot, she
was tried for murdering her husband.

It was just too much for her, Mr.
Ironside. She couldn't take it anymore.

looks, the whispers.

After all this time?

They just never let up.

And then today.

How it could have gotten around so fast.

All over again, it starts.

Worse than it was before.

It's the cold. Mr. Lovell, you mind if I
ask a few questions? And you people,

you're the worst.

Why can't you stop hounding her? I'm
just trying to get a story.

Why can't you leave her alone?

Please, leave her alone!

You have a rotten sense of timing,
Harrington. Yeah, and I got a desk

for copy.

How do you figure it, Chief?

Mrs. Oliver inherits five million bucks
today.

Tonight she goes for broke.

What's your ankle? I don't have an
ankle.

Well, I can come up with this. She had a
large guilty conscience.

Maybe she really did murder her husband.

Now, getting all this dough, it
triggered her.

The case against her was dismissed.
Because of a home jury.

Nothing was proven, one way or the
other.

Excuse us. Heads up. Excuse us. Watch
out, folks. We're coming through.

Television camera. Heads up. Watch it.

Excuse us.

Frankie, I want you to get on this door.
Get a shot of her when she comes

through. Stay planted.

Hey, Harry, I hear she did the wrist
fit.

Must have been a bloodbath, huh?

Hey, sorry, Dad. You'll have to move it.

You're in the shot. You gotta move. Now
get that camera out of here.

What? Now.

Hey, who do you think you're talking to?
Petrangelo?

Yes, sir?

You can leave quietly on your own, or
Officer Petrangelo will help you.

you can't stop me. I know my rights.
Mrs. Oliver has her rights to privacy

decency. Now move.

Move.

Who's he?

Len Levitt.

New on TV.

A personality type.

With a flock.

Of sheep, no doubt.

Hey, Doc, you gonna make it?

I think so.

Did she say anything we could use? Back
off, Harrington.

As soon as there are any answers, we'll
let you know.

Any chances of my talking to her now?

She's been sedated.

But you can try.

Who's the big mouth on wheels?

You call yourself the eyes and ears of
the Bay Area?

And you don't know Chief Robert T.

Ironside?

Well, now.

The big chief getting involved in a
suicide case.

Hey, Donovan.

Tracy, it's Bob Ironside.

Bob Ironside.

I didn't know if you'd remember.

I remember.

I want to help you.

You can't. I'll accept that as a
challenge.

Please don't.

It's just another wasted effort.

Just don't do anything.

I have no choice, Tracy.

No choice.

You see, there's a touch of Far East in
my soul.

Anyone there who saves a person's life
is eternally responsible for that life.

I'm not sure of the consequences if I
don't meet the responsibility.

But I'd rather not take any chances.

I think there's a touch of Blarney Irish
cop in yourself.

Tell me about it, Tracy.

Yes, Chief.

Now? But it's after... Yes, of course.

Who do you want us to check out?

Tracy Oliver.

That case is dead and buried.

All right, Chief. I'll get on it first
thing in the morning.

Um, yes, sir. You'll be down there in 20
minutes.

Uh, 10 minutes.

grossly misinformed, Dennis.

Oh, am I? You claim that I am, quote,
fooling around with the Oliver case. Not

so. I'm attacking the Oliver case with
everything I've got.

Attacking what?

What's the case?

Mrs. Oliver stood trial for the murder
of her husband and she got off.

The state couldn't prove she did it. The
tragedy is no one could prove she

didn't do it. That was unfortunate for
us, too.

Homicide made an exhaustive
investigation.

I wouldn't know about that. They were
taking a slug out of my back at the

Oh, is that what's bugging you?

You weren't here to run things, so the
department did a sloppy job.

Is that what you think? No. In this
country, we're obliged to accept the

decision of the court.

Unhappily, when there's a hung jury,
we're left with a shadow of a doubt. Now

everyone, even people she loves, look at
Tracy with a question.

Did you kill him or didn't you?

Dennis, she's reached the point where
she can't live with that question any

longer.

Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do
about it, Bob. Yes, there is.

We can answer the question.

We can find out who did kill Oliver.

With your permission, I'll start my
investigation as of last night.

Just about everything I could dig up.

Trial transcript, statements, newspaper
clippings.

I haven't had time to read it all.

For the present, just give me the who,
what, where, and why.

Who? Walter T. Oliver, wheeler -dealer
millionaire.

He was shot in the head.

Happened in the study of his home on
Burlingame Avenue.

Why?

That's the big one.

His wife, Tracy Oliver, was the only
suspect.

Prosecution claimed that her motive was
his money, plus the fact she was in the

house at the time, plus the fact that
her fingerprints were on the gun.

Rifle? Shotgun. Not a very ladylike
weapon.

Lizzie Borden used an axe.

What's that?

Mrs. Oliver's scarf.

It was found near her husband's body.

His blood.

Well, you're beautiful.

I presume you enjoyed the party.

One of the main reasons I went straight
and joined the department is a cocktail

party like that one.

Does the jet set have any gossip about
Tracy Oliver's attempted suicide?

Some say she was faking it to get
sympathy.

Some fake a razor across her wrist. Then
there were those who believed that she

did murder her husband and her
conscience is bigger than she is. Tracy

has to be innocent.

Lovell? That was her maiden name. Lovell
Oliver? What's the difference? She

didn't kill her husband. She told me so.

If I came up with a conclusion like
that, you'd throw the book at me. You'd

deserve it.

I'll get it.

Let's get back to the party.

All right.

Everybody agreed on one thing. She hated
her husband enough to kill him, whether

he had money or not.

Hated him? What do you mean, hated him?
She married him. Because she loved her

father. When her mother died, Mr. Lovell
cracked up, lost all of their money,

and ran up impossible debts.

It wasn't a marriage. It was a bargain.

Walter agreed to bail Mr. Lovell out if
Tracy married him. Eve, that went out

with high -button shoes.

Well, Mr. Sanger, are we boring you? The
cat on the phone wouldn't leave his

name, said you ought to look at the Lynn
Levitt TV show. You'd be mighty

interested. Lynn Levitt? Oh, Mark, must
we? He's such a rabble -rouser.

I don't see Commissioner Randall giving
him his head and allowing him to use

taxpayers' dollars on a personal matter.
So there's got to be a reason, right?

But first, I'd like to show you
something.

I was going through some old newspaper
files, and I just happened to come by a

story at...

Well, I wouldn't say it has anything to
do with Chief Ironside's personal

interest in the Oliver case, but can you
get a tight shot of this, Billy?

Get in on this, okay?

You got it?

This picture's about 15 years old, but I
think you'll recognize the rookie cop

as Chief Ironside. The beauty with him
was Miss Tracy Lovell. Today, Mrs.

Oliver, widow of the late Walter Oliver.

Rookie Ironside single -handedly shot it
out with two dangerous hoodlums and

attempted to rob Miss Tracy's house.

Did romance rear its lovely... All
right, Mark, turn it off.

...tenderfoot cop, a beautiful young...
I know

what you're all thinking.

We had one evening together.

It was only a gesture on her part.

She was the most beautiful, exciting,
most desirable girl in San Francisco.

The memory is pure gold.

But the then and now are not related in
any way.

A woman's tried to take her own life,
driven by gossip,

innuendo, shadows.

I want to see the record straight once
and for all. I want the truth.

There's just one thing.

If we do find new evidence, what if... I
know.

What if we prove Mrs. Oliver did it
beyond a shadow of a doubt?

Sure smells green around here.

Green? Monday.

Walter Oliver was a self -made
millionaire.

Proud of it.

Oh, Mr. Ironside.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You didn't. Do you remember Mark Sanger?

Of course.

Won't you come in?

Straight ahead, gentlemen. I think we'll
be much more comfortable in the study.

No one's been living here?

No, not since Wally was...

But since he died, after the trial,
Tracy closed the house and went to

But we're opening it again.

This way.

There's a couple coming in the morning.

They'll have it cleaned up and ready by
the time Tracy gets home from the

hospital. She's been in Europe all this
time?

Yes, she came back the day before
yesterday for the closing of the estate.

It took three years to get the probate
judge's permission and to clear up all

the stupid entanglements.

May I get you gentlemen a drink?

No, thanks.

I'll pass.

Then you won't mind if I freshen mine up
a bit.

I get the feeling this was an official
visit.

Clear up some unfinished police
business, Mr. Lovell.

Find Walter Oliver's killer.

What's the use?

You'll just open up old wounds.

Why not let sleeping dogs lie?

You didn't take it so easy last night.

How can I help you? Tell me about
Oliver. What kind of a person was he?

Does this answer your question?

Anchorman on the swimming team.

Captain of the tennis team and the golf
team. So forth.

A very physical man.

So much for the exterior.

That's all there is.

Or was.

No heart, no soul, no feelings.

A perfect specimen who lived only to
collect other perfect specimens.

And Tracy was just part of his
collection.

Another Modigliani called her.

A beautiful possession he kept all to
himself.

If he could have, he would have locked
her up in this room with all the rest.

Well, if somebody didn't like them...
What happened here, Mr. Lovell?

It was one of Wally's episodes.

Episodes.

Strangely enough, we were similar in one
respect.

Only my habit was not episodic, as you
may have noticed.

A man who's as concerned about his body
as Oliver seemed to be isn't usually a

heavy drinker.

He only started in the last few months.

He would drink himself into an absolute
rage, and he'd break things and pass

out.

This last time, he ripped out all those
canvases with a paper knife, and he

smashed a priceless bust and tore apart
irreplaceable books.

When was this last time?

The night of his death.

I understand Tracy was alone in the
house when Oliver was killed.

She was.

You know, the way you described the
room... Tracy told me.

You really are on duty, Ironside. Until
I find Walter Oliver's killer, Mr.

Lovell.

And there's nothing else in the
testimony about the damage?

Prosecution tried to implicate Mrs.
Oliver, but she swore it happened before

went into the room.

Cross -examination didn't shake her.

You ready for your workout?

Later. Tell that to your waistline.

Much later.

Find John Lovell's testimony. I'd like
to go over it.

Lovell wasn't one of the witnesses,
Chief.

Which we thought rather strange.

He wasn't even a character witness.

All right, look into it, Ed. All right.

Any more than we already know?

This. Taken in Oliver's study.

Piece of paper.

States exhibit marked here.

Tracy, it's long past time. This farce
was ended.

Her behavior has killed what small
chance our marriage had. I've called my

attorney and instructed him to begin
divorce.

It's a significant place to stop.

Yes, and the prosecutor made the most of
it.

Mrs. Oliver came into the study while he
was writing that. I can imagine the

rest.

Chief Ironside's office.

Just a moment.

Mrs. Oliver.

Tracy, how are you feeling?

Very foolish and very embarrassed.

But most grateful for your lovely
flowers.

Hospital rooms always need warming up.

I've caused a lot of trouble, haven't I?
It's over. Forget it.

Just like that?

Just like that.

Yes, officer.

Whatever you say, officer.

That sounds better.

Now, how are you really?

I can go home tomorrow. That must mean
something.

I'd like to see you.

That'd be very nice.

Good night.

Get some sleep.

See you tomorrow.

Is he on all day?

Takes news items in advance for spot
broadcast.

Calls it his man -around -town ramble.
No wonder we have an air pollution

problem.

For our audience, Mrs. Oliver? No
questions, please.

Mrs. Oliver, all your friends, everyone
in San Francisco is wondering how you

feel today and what your plans are. I
doubt that anyone really cares.

And if they do, I'm sure it's none of
their business.

Oh, but it is, Mrs. Oliver. You made the
news.

Believe me, a beautiful woman with a $5
million inheritance, people can't help

wondering what you intend to do with it.

She'd give every penny of it to find out
who murdered her husband.

You would, Mrs. Oliver? I mean, is that
a firm offer?

Of course it's not an offer.

He didn't mean it in the literal sense.

Well, I do.

I think it's a very fair offer. Tracy.
Mrs. Oliver, are you saying that you'll

give your $5 million inheritance to
anyone who can find out who killed your

husband? Exactly. Don't let him put
words in your mouth.

They offer that.

Levitt!

Don't put that tape on the air.

This is one time you can't give me
orders.

It'll make the one o 'clock news.

And ten minutes after that, Mrs. Oliver
will have every con man and crackpot in

town camped on her doorstep.

Afraid of competition?

Let me see somebody. It was this man. I
saw him running away from the house.

Look, lady, I'm sorry. You can't see
anybody.

Will you please go home?

Please, listen. I know what happened.

No,

sir. I can't make any appointments for
Mrs. Oliver.

Yes, I assure you. We'll take your
statement as soon as possible.

It should be a little quieter out here,
no? Oh, good.

If there's one more phone call... Eve,
why don't you just take the phone off

hook? I never saw you do it.

I'll keep a team on, Judy. You round the
clock until the panic wears off.

You know, it was very stupid of me. I
had no idea anything like this would

happen.

Tracy, it's a little out of character
for me to play the doting parent, but

don't you think you should rest now? No,
really, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Besides, Bob and I have a lot of
catching up to do.

Your father's right.

I'll only keep you for a few minutes.

Mr. Lovell, I'd like Officer Whitfield
to have a look at the study. Do you

No, of course not.

It's this way.

Mark, would you please get that package
out of the van?

I've gone over the evidence presented at
your trial.

There were a few facts that seemed too
neat.

Too pat.

Lacey, it might be painful, but I have
to go over them again with you.

You with me?

I was just thinking back.

You've hardly changed.

A few extra pounds.

Strange, our fates.

How could we imagine they would be like
this?

Do you remember that night, Bob?

To the very last detail.

It was a lovely, enchanted night.

And you never called.

Even though I stayed home all the next
day waiting to hear from you.

I never thought...

Not in my wildest dreams.

You were... A rich girl.

And you were a policeman.

And never the twain can meet.

Was that really the reason? The only
reason.

Here we are, my dear.

Getting back in here was like going
through the 49er lineup.

I said there was some evidence that
seemed too neat for my disorderly

Your fingerprints on this shotgun, for
instance.

I explained that at the trial.

I saw the gun on the floor and I picked
it up.

Nothing unusual about that. Just reflex
action.

What is unusual is the fact that yours
were the only prints on it.

How would you handle this kind of gun?

Show me how you'd hold it.

Oh, I don't know anything about guns.

Tracy, it's on the record that you
personally bought this shotgun just two

before your husband was killed.

Walter told me to buy it. He wanted it
as a gift for a friend.

All right.

State's Exhibit C.

Found me your husband's body.

Anything you can add to your testimony
about it?

No, I wasn't wearing that scarf that
day.

I had no idea how it got into the room.

And this letter?

I never saw that until the detective
showed it to me.

Tell Eve I'll be ready in a moment.

Bob, I've answered these questions over
and over again. They're all in the trial

record. The trial didn't prove a thing.

The records are just... Words and a
page.

Tracy, I have to ask my own questions
and get my own answers. I told the

I'm telling it to you now.

All right.

Coming over it all again makes it seem
so, I don't know, so hopeless.

Now, if I thought that, I wouldn't be
here.

The days and nights I've spent wondering
who could have done it, why.

And you never came up with an answer.

An intruder? A robber? Better answer
than that, Tracy.

Who hated your husband?

Me.

No one else?

Maybe it's an answer you've hidden even
from yourself.

We'll let ourselves out.

Father? What are you doing?

Exercising our guts.

What was your impression of the study,
Eve?

That someone had gone berserk.

According to Lovell, it was Walter
Oliver.

But why would he destroy his own... I
said, according to Lovell.

Look, this scar.

Anything unusual about it?

The knot.

Scars like this are usually worn, well,
draped.

I'd never knot it like that, especially
that way at the ends.

And women do funny things with scars.

Oh, man.

Ironside.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry I didn't get back to
you sooner, Chief.

I'm with Mr. Howard Wyckoff, the Oliver
family attorney.

According to him, Tracy's father didn't
testify at the trial because he was in

the hospital.

What was the matter with him?

Well, to be exact, it was a sanatorium.

Then to be even more exact, Lovell was
drying out.

You might say so, yes.

All right.

Now I want you to really start digging.

Everything you can find about Lovell's
relationship with Oliver, his family...

Chief. Lovell was obviously being
supported by Oliver. I want the numbers,

everything. Chief, Mr. Wyckoff isn't
very sympathetic with what we're trying

do. This is Howard Wyckoff speaking.

Yes? Sergeant Brown is being tactful.
What he's really trying to say is that I

strenuously object to this investigation
of yours.

The Oliver family has suffered enough
notoriety already.

I am trying to put an end to that
notoriety. By bringing up the past?

Spreading assorted details in all the
newspapers and on television?

Mr. Wyckoff, I appreciate your feelings,
and under ordinary circumstances, I'd

take the time to explain how important
this is. But right now, I don't have the

time. I'm asking for your cooperation.

If I don't get it, I'll go to the
district attorney and have him reopen

case. Now, that's all there is.

I, uh... I guess I should have warned
you.

Chief Ironside is a very persuasive man.

And not only is Chief Ironside using
public funds to pursue his personal

interest in Mrs. Oliver, but he's
keeping you, you, the people of San

who, by the way, pay his salary from
collecting the reward Mrs. Oliver

don't mind you making yourself at home,
Commissioner, but I draw the line at

your idea of entertainment.

Look, if I have to interview him, why
shouldn't you?

Mark.

fire inside.

Instant censorship.

I wish it were as easy as that.

Bob, how much longer is this case going
to last?

That's a loaded question if I ever heard
one.

You have 24 hours to wrap it or drop it.
I never thought a demagogue like Levitt

could push you around.

Let's call it a ricochet.

From Levitt, the people, to me.

24 hours, Bob.

You'll forgive me if I seem
inhospitable.

But you've used up two minutes.

Good luck, Eve.

Mark? Commissioner.

Well, let's get out the track shoes.

Make that hobnail boots.

I intend to leave my footprints on Mr.
Levitt.

Where's Ed?

He's probably still at the attorney's.
You gave him a lot to do.

Tracy.

I have to talk to you, Bob.

Of course.

How do you get those reports?

I'll give you a hand.

Sit down. Would you like some coffee?

No. No, thank you.

Bob, I know you're not going to like
this, but I've changed my mind.

About what?

I don't want you to go on with the
investigation.

Why?

It's more than I can bear.

Now, Tracy, you've already gone through
the worst part. No, I want you to drop

it. I can't. We've gone too far.

Bob, I beg you. I'm sorry, Tracy, but...

The whole department's involved.

This means more than just clearing you
now. You'll have to understand.

Don't you understand?

I really did kill my husband!

So you've found an answer.

The truth?

I killed my husband.

I coldly, deliberately, brutally
murdered him. And left a trail.

A note, a scarf, the only fingerprints
on the shotgun.

Cold and deliberate.

Even the most naive criminal would have
removed that kind of evidence.

But that's what the jury thought.

That's what we wanted them to think. I'm
not a jury, Tracy, just a cop.

And a man who knows you.

You still have to protect him after all
those years.

I don't know what you're talking about.
A marriage of convenience.

A life with a man you didn't love.

And now admitting to murder.

If you accuse my father, what are you
doing to me?

Chief Ironside has been given 24 hours
to clear up the Oliver case.

By my calculations, he's been on the
case for 15 years.

Should be very interesting to see what
he comes up with.

This is your rambling man on the town,
Len Levitt, saying that's it for

I hear that there are still some people
in India who get their jollies out of

resting on nails.

Why don't you try that next?

There really is a Sergeant Ed Brown.

Yeah, there really is.

What's left of him.

What's left of Mr. Wyckoff.

He's like an army mule. But he came
through.

One of Oliver's old checkbooks.

His last one, as a matter of fact.

Now, Oliver handled his money
personally.

Most of those checks were drawn for
bills, expenses, usual things.

Very meticulous man, Mr. Oliver.

John Lovell, $1 ,000.

First of every month.

You were right.

Oliver was supporting him.

I brought a couple of canceled checks.

Now, take a look at the last check sub.

$5 ,000.

To cash.

But the check that matches up with that
stub is made out to John Lovell.

Certified and dated August 16th. That
was a couple of days before Oliver was

killed.

Look at the endorsement.

Of course it's a forgery. You didn't
have to drag me down to this hour to

me that. You could have recognized it
yourself.

Chief Ironside wanted confirmation by an
expert.

Now, who forged the endorsement?

Oh, come on, Sergeant.

All we want you to do is compare it with
the signature on the checks.

Huh. Didn't need me for that either.
Same hand.

So Walter Oliver forged the endorsement
to his own check?

The second endorsement is by the Phoenix
Medical Research Foundation.

Wrap yourself around this.

No, thanks, Mark.

Look, you didn't eat any breakfast.

Yesterday, you were worried about my
waistline.

It's going to take some time for the
bank cashier to find the certification

receipt. But he did explain the
difference between the stub and the

Banks won't certify checks made out to
cash. There has to be a name.

Could be a reason why the stub was
written to cash.

Made out before Oliver went to the bank.

Chief Ironside's office.

Yes, we'll take it. Ed, call and collect
from Philly.

Yes, Ed, what'd you get?

A whole ball of wax.

I'm on my way back.

Everything said, Eve?

Everything.

Tracy? She and her father are in with
the commissioner.

They understand we have to present all
the facts.

Mrs. Oliver asked me to tell you she
trusts you to do what's right.

What's it going to be, Chief?

A wrap -up or a drop -out?

You have a crystal ball, Mr. Levitt?

Eyes and ears of the Bay Area.

Eyes and ears will get a statement from
the commissioner this afternoon.

I like to give my audience on -the -spot
coverage.

I read that to mean you want in on this
meeting.

I'm ready to tape a show right now. Do I
report your story or mine?

Fact or fantasy, is that it? You do your
thing, I'll do mine.

All right, Mr. Levitt, you're in all the
way.

And bring your camera.

I wouldn't want your audience to miss a
thing.

This has got to be the hottest TV
special of the year. You're about to see

police force in action, as well as an
attempt by this program to get at the

truth in the Oliver case.

Ladies and gentlemen, Chief Robert T.

Ironside.

I hadn't planned on publicizing this
meeting, but in this case I felt Mr.

had earned the right to report the
results of this investigation.

I'll begin by telling you that Mrs.
Tracy Oliver is not guilty of the murder

her husband.

You'll back that up, of course.

Yesterday, we uncovered new evidence.

This canceled check.

dated two days before Walter Oliver's
death.

$5 ,000 drawn on his account and
endorsed by John Lovell.

Check is a forgery.

Then you're saying Lovell is the
murderer.

You're saying that, Mr. Leavitt. Well,
that's what you're leading up to, isn't

it?

Sergeant, doctor.

This is Sergeant Brown from my staff.

Dr. Leonard Marcus of the Phoenix
Medical Research Foundation.

Now, Doctor, would you tell Mr. Levitt
what you told me this morning?

Gladly.

Three years ago, John Lovell checked
into our institute for a neurological

examination.

He complained of severe headaches and
fainting spells.

Our staff made a thorough examination
and diagnosed a sizable aneurysm. Would

you define aneurysm, please? It's a
weakness in the wall of a blood vessel

creating a ballooning effect, like a
bubble.

And if it should burst?

Instant death.

It can be treated, though.

There are surgical procedures.

Unfortunately, in most cases, there is
resulting brain damage.

Mr. Lovell said he would think it over,
but we never saw him again.

He paid you with this check?

Yes.

Yes, I thought it was a bit unusual, but
since it was certified, why... Doctor,

do you see Mr. Lovell in this room?

No, I do not.

Is that Mr. Lovell?

Yes.

Yes, that's the man.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sergeant.

The victim and the murderer.

Mr. Oliver committed suicide.

A key element to this case, an element
everyone overlooked since they were so

busy with facts.

is the basic character of that man.

Sadistic, egocentric.

Possession was his passion.

Paintings, books, sculpture.

Even Mrs. Oliver.

He didn't love her.

He loved owning her.

When he knew he had to die, he couldn't
leave his possessions intact for anyone

else. He destroyed them.

And he tried to destroy her with the
evidence he'd planted.

Mr. Thanger.

The letter Oliver wrote to his wife.

This is Oliver's scarf, so oddly
knotted.

Thank you, Mr. Sanger.

The evidence pointing to murder
destroyed the evidence pointing to

But... but why?

Walter Oliver was a supreme egomaniac
who wanted the whole world to revolve

around him.

I'm sure you can understand that kind of
man, Mr. Levitt.

Wrap it up. Just a minute. I'm not
finished.

Please sit down.

Mr. Levitt insisted on being at this
meeting to...

supposedly give you, the audience, on
-the -spot coverage.

I hope it has shown you how whispers,
gossip, insinuation, and

hasty conclusions can destroy
reputations, even lives.

It's bad enough when well -meaning
people don't stop to think for

But it's tragic when they let someone
else do it for them and follow.

Like sheep.

Chief, that was marvelous. I heard
Levitt tried to cancel that tape, but

station made him put it on anyway.

And then they fired him.

Levitt's lost the city's game.

Good evening.

Good evening.

You're beautiful.

Thank you. I hope I'm not too late.

No, they'll hold our reservations.

Where are we going?

Well, marvelous pate maison.

Superb coq au vin.

And? Filet mignon brulee.

Let us go out to dinner. Excellent idea.
Who's springing?

What about me?

Leftovers from last night. All we have
to do is heat them up.

Your car or mine?

Mine.

Good night, Eve. Good night.

Good night.

Have a good time.

Bye. Night, Ed.

Coming up this morning, all bets are on
in the casebook of Sherlock Holmes later

at 10 .35.

And before that, the past, present and
future collide.

Good night's fruit tart is after the
break.