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beer for every tribe in town.

No, thanks so much.

Craig's not here, huh?

Hello, Craig.

I haven't seen little Craig in three
days.

Hey, you're not leaving? Come on, man.

Firewater's starting to blow.

Next time. Be seeing you, Thomas.

You two putting in for overtime, or
don't you know it's after 3 a .m.? We'll

wrapped in a minute, Mark.

You find the case histories you want,
Chief?

Yeah.

These will be enough.

Well, what does it?

Well, if this report doesn't get us a
foundation grant, nothing will.

Just gravy.

You'll work with the parolees and their
records since they were sprung of the

real meat and potatoes.

Not that I want to rain on anybody's
parade, but suppose New Directions

get the grant.

Well, we'll stay in business anyhow, in
some way.

Men who've served their time deserve a
second chance.

And they need help.

We'll go right back to what they were.

So go rain somewhere else.

Well, Layla, he hasn't even been out a
year.

Oh, his record is as good as the others.

And he's had a bigger problem to face.

Hold it right there.

Kind of late to be coming out of alleys,
mister.

Hands against the car.

John. You know him?

Walela.

John Walela.

He works around here.

He's okay.

Well, if you say so.

Okay, Mr. Walela.

Ironside. Hello, Chief.

Lieutenant Thaler here.

Oh, hello, Milt.

Nice to hear from you. Well, you might
want to reserve judgment on that, Chief.

Somebody knocked over a jewelry store
last night.

$60 ,000 worth.

Thought you might want to get into it.

Why me?

Well, there's one suspect who looks
awfully hot.

We're trying to find him now. He's an ex
-con that works here.

John Walayla?

You know him, don't you?

Yeah, I'm the one who got him the job.

Be right over.

Thanks, Bill.

You're in a real sweat about this
fellow, Willela.

If he robbed that store, his timing
couldn't be worse.

Because of O 'Neill's application to the
foundation?

Ah, whenever one ex -con backslides,
it's rough on all the others. And the

O 'Neills.

But with Willela, it's worse than that.

Last night, she said something about him
carrying a bigger bag.

He's an Indian.

A Zuni.

What was he sent it for anyway?

What else?

Burglary.

It's a routine safe, standard class E.

And as you can see, a pretty routine
job.

Goes without saying, we couldn't get any
prints.

Oh, there's water on the floor.

I came in this morning, I thought I was
going to be drowned.

Talent procedure, Mr. Levitt.

First the burglar drills a hole large
enough to accommodate a tube, say like

that one.

Pills the safe with water.

Then when he goes to work with his
torch, he won't risk burning up what's

inside.

Now I know more about safe cracking than
I ever wanted to know.

Now look, Chief, I don't blame you.

As a matter of fact, I got a lot of
respect for what you're trying to do. I

mean, working with this ex -convict
group of, what is it, New Directions?

But I should never have listened to you.

I shouldn't have hired John Wallela in a
million years.

Why not?

He's a pretty good silversmith, isn't
he?

Silversmith? The best.

Unfortunately, he's also a pretty good
burglar.

At the moment, he's only a suspect, Mr.
Levitt, and that's all.

Oh, believe me, Chief.

I wish he was innocent just as much as
you do.

But the evidence, well, you have it
right there in your hand.

His own engraving scribe he used to pick
the lock on the door.

Then conveniently left it for us to
find.

That burglar alarm didn't go off. Why
not?

Because I'm a dope, that's why not.

And I'm having it repaired.

Whole new unit put in.

So last night, the night before, the
alarm wasn't hooked up.

Mr. Willela was aware of that?

Yeah. Who else knew it?

Oh, Mr. Fowler, my salesman.

He should be here any minute.

And Mr. Carew, the bookkeeper, he's only
part -time. Both of whom could have had

access to this, right?

Well, I suppose so. But believe me,
they're not safecrackers.

Fowler and Carew.

I don't think either of them could
change a light bulb. Neither of them

have to be a safecracker, Mr. Levitt.

You'd only have to know one.

That's merely a comment, not an
accusation.

But, Chief, the fact remains, Leila has
disappeared.

He wasn't at his flat. His bed hadn't
been slept in.

He should have been here an hour ago.

In six months, he's never once been
late.

I take it you're insured.

Not everything.

I mean, if the stuff isn't recovered, I
stand to lose five, six thousand

dollars.

Ed, pick up Eve and come on down to
Grand Jewelers.

Burglary.

That's right.

Lieutenant Thaler's here. He'll brief
you on everything.

And I want you to check out a couple of
men who work here.

Oh, and get hold of Frank O 'Neill.

Tell him I won't be able to keep our
appointment.

Mark and I will be out looking for one
of his friends.

Seems to me we've just about run out of
places.

There are between 15 and 20 ,000 Indians
in the Bay Area.

One of them has to know where Willela
is.

It's going to be a long day.

If necessary.

Especially with the answers you've been
getting from some of those cats. They

think you speak with forked tongue.

So did you, at one time.

Six o 'clock exactly, Miss Whitfield.

I have no difficulty in remembering it.
That's when the store closes.

Mr. Walela left sometime before that, I
understand.

Yes, I believe it was about a quarter
after five. Seems to me he left with a

friend. Oh, do you know who he was?

No, as a matter of fact, I didn't even
see him.

Just the back of his head as he passed
by.

Probably another Indian.

You were here 45 minutes after Mr.
Walela left?

What's your suggestion is that I could
have gone to his bench.

And taken the engraving scribe, correct?

Not at all.

I'm just trying to ascertain the facts,
Mr. Fowler.

And doing it superbly, I'm sure.

No, I did not take the scribe.

Well, when you left, did you notice
anyone or see anything that... Here,

this.

Go ahead, it's beautiful.

Now hold it up to the light.

That's it.

Very nice.

Then you left at six o 'clock.

Yes, I walked out with Mr. Carew. He
worked here yesterday.

Where did you go then?

Directly home. I had dinner there.

You stayed at home all evening?

Yes, I did. I watched television until
bedtime.

Mr. Fowler, is there anyone who can
verify that you were home all evening?

I was home alone last night.

Thank you.

If there's anything further, we'll
contact you.

Oh, Miss Whitfield.

I have a confession to make to you.

You see, the reason that I showed you
this diamond ring is that, well, you are

very attractive young lady.

A beautiful young lady, I dare say.

And I'm sure that you're not going to be
Miss Whitfield very much longer, if you

follow my meaning.

I follow your meaning.

Well, when that time comes, I can assure
you that no store in the city will be

able to offer the fortunate young man a
better deal.

Will you remember that?

When I find the fortunate young man, Mr.
Fowler, I'll tell him.

This

place

is a barrel of laughs.

Yeah.

And it's typical.

Infant mortality high, lifespan short,
yearly income low.

Half the children don't reach high
school, half of those who do become

They hang around the reservation.

In most cases, there's no opportunity,
no hope.

So they drift into the cities, they come
here.

Sure.

Looking for something better.

All they find is a different set of
frustrations.

The lifestyle they don't understand,
values they don't buy.

Sooner or later, the land, the home.

Pulls him back to the reservation.

Okay.

Have we got the word out? How long are
we going to wait?

I'd say about three seconds.

I hear you're looking for John Wanela.

That's right.

Can you help me, Mr... Tomas. Good
enough.

Tomas, this is Mark Sanger.

Hello.

You sit down. Have a beer.

I'll get it.

You a friend of John?

I know him. When was the last time you
saw him?

A couple of days ago, last week. I don't
know.

I understand you had a powwow up in the
hill last night. Was John there?

If he was, I didn't see him.

If you had seen him, would you tell me?

Sure.

Sure I would.

Why?

I know that you helped one day. He told
me.

I want to help him again.

He's in trouble, Tomas. If I find him,
there's a chance I can get him out of

You came to me.

He went back to the reservation.

When? Last night.

How do you know if you didn't see him?

I heard.

I see.

Excuse me. And that's why you're here.
To protect him.

He didn't do anything. I'm asking you to
trust me.

Trust you?

You.

You people laugh at us.

You call our girls squaws. We just want
to howl.

It rains, you say. Stop that dancing.

If we get a haircut, you ask, how we
like to be scalped.

You mock everything about us and you
want me to trust you.

John did.

If you change your mind, here's my phone
number.

You'll be spending a dime for a friend.

Wait.

I did see him last night up on the hill,
but only for a minute, and then he

left. What time?

Three around there, after the bar's
closed.

Did you talk to him?

Yeah. What about?

He was looking for someone.

Who?

Chipper. Craig Chipper.

Why?

I don't know.

And that's all?

That's all.

Who's Chipper?

A guy, some friend of his.

Keep the card, Tomas.

I still need help.

Poor Mr. Levin.

And for that matter, poor me.

Oh?

I mean, a lot more work for me. It
always does when one of my clients is

Does it happen very often?

Three times in the last 12 years.

But then I...

I must have had a hundred different
employers.

You see, Sergeant, I handle the books
for people all over town.

Today, for example, is my day and break.

Yes, I know. It was a job tracking you
down.

These are very nice people here.

All my clients are, and they all think
the world of me.

That's what helps keep me going.

Getting back to last night, Mr. Carew.

Oh, yes.

Excuse me.

I worked all evening.

At home?

Yes. You didn't leave for any reason?

No, no, I didn't. You see, I was
preparing a tax return for the

cleaners, and I worked steadily until
bedtime.

My wife can substantiate that.

All right.

Thank you.

We'll be in touch again, if necessary.

I got back a few minutes ago. How'd you
make out? We've seen more Indians this

morning than Custer, and most of them
are strong silence.

I suppose the APB on Malala has been
equally as effective. And no report yet.

What about the man I asked you in that
checkout?

I talked to that salesman Fowler. He
tried to sell me a diamond ring.

You buy it?

My hope chest is already filled, thank
you.

Yes, operator.

I'd like the number for the resident
Indian agent at the Zuni Pueblo outside

Gallup, New Mexico.

Z -U -N -I, Zuni.

That's right, Gallop. You mean you think
Tomas was lying?

Well, Ayla could show up at the
reservation.

Besides, I want to check on this Craig
Chaper he was looking for.

And talk to the bookkeeper, Carew?

Mousy type.

Wasn't much help either.

We're following up on a follower in him.

What else?

Routine. Lieutenant Thaler got his men
out checking storm drains and trash cans

in case the stuff was stacked somewhere.

Yes, Operator?

Thank you very much.

Chief, I don't know how important this
is, but... Well?

Well, I got a call from the newspaper a
couple of minutes ago.

They wanted to know if it was true that
you'd taken over the case.

What did you tell them?

That we couldn't release that
information.

I hope I'm not out of line, but if you
stay out of the case, let Lieutenant

Thaler handle it.

It's a couple of paragraphs on page 12.

If you get involved, they're going to
wonder why, and they're going to start

digging. They'll find out that you were
the one who got Willela his job.

So far, he hasn't been charged with one
thing.

But he could be guilty.

Yes, he could be.

And what about New Directions? I mean,
what happens if the story is all over

front page?

A member of New Directions, a guy you
went to bat for, stabbed you in the

I've thought about that, Mark.

You can still pull out.

Except for one thing.

I think Willela's innocent.

Because I've taken a commitment to him
and new directions, I'd like to be the

one to prove it.

It's bad enough when an ex -con does
pull a job. Chief. Yes, Ed.

Well, Layla looks hotter than ever. I
just got the word.

Two officers stopped him in front of the
jewelry store at four this morning.

They didn't search him. I guess they
didn't think there was any reason to.

They let him go.

That's something else I'll have to ask
him about when I find him.

I don't believe it. Well, it was
straight. I swear he was.

Unfortunately, our opinions won't be
enough in a court of law.

What are you doing about it?

Checking out the evidence, other
possible suspects.

More important, trying to find Leila.

Get his story.

I haven't seen him in over a week.

What do you know about a Craig Chaper?

Chaper? Oh, yeah.

Well, I just heard about him. That's
all. He's a kid who came off the

reservation. He seems to have dropped
from Site 2.

Keep your eyes open for him. And here.

A little list of every piece of jewelry
that was stolen.

I want you to circulate it among your
people, in case any of them still know

some fences.

Some of them have been fences, and you
know it.

Thanks for your help.

Chief, what if we find something that
pins it on Walila?

It's a gamble, Frank.

Let's go, Mark.

All right, thank you, sir.

Oh, we haven't found the jewels, but
we've got the wrappers.

You've lost me already.

The stuff in Levitt's safe wasn't just
floating around loose.

He kept the pieces he owned outright in
velour cases.

The jewels he had on memo, consignment,
were in paper envelopes with the owner's

names on them. Standard practice.

And we've got the record.

One of Thaler's men found them in a
trash can in the alley.

I'm checking them for prints now.

Chances of finding any are pretty close
to nil.

Well, this might brighten up your day.
Mr. Fowler has been promoted from a long

shot to what you might call a viable
suspect.

Bunko, grand license. Under different
names.

I don't know how he got past the bonding
agency.

Both charges were dropped.

First off, let's find out everything
there is to know about Fowler. His

his friends, his bank account,
everything.

I've already started.

I've notified the chief.

There is one thing in his favor.

Oh? He said that I was a very beautiful
young lady.

You don't think he was conning me?

You mean, does he have some reason to
dislike me? Is that what you're getting

at? We're looking into every
possibility, Mr. Levitt.

I hope you don't think I'm boasting,
but... Mr. Fowler, he kisses the ground

walk on.

Even though you cut his salary?

Oh, you heard about that, huh?

Tell me, I bet you also found out he got
arrested a couple of times, right?

Yes, we did.

And nobody in the business would touch
him after that. He was like poison.

Well, I hired him. Way back when I had a
store in San Diego, I hired him.

Not because I'm a nice guy, but because
salesmen like him don't grow on trees.

Believe me, Mr. Ironside, he can sell a
diamond ring to a man who's waiting for

a relief check.

So Officer Whitfield told me.

Well, Layla did it.

Like I told you before, I wish he
didn't, but he did.

And I should have seen it coming.

Why? The way he's acting lately.

Starting from the time we talked about
that burglar alarm business.

He was all on edge, tense, jumpy, you
know?

Mr. Carew, the bookkeeper, he noticed it
too.

Well, Layla almost took his head off
yesterday.

When Sergeant Brown talked to Mr. Carew,
he didn't mention that.

Well, I guess he didn't think of it.

He's got enough other problems.

His wife, she's very sick.

He didn't mention that either?

Well, he told me about it.

Tells me all his troubles.

I guess because I'm a good listener.

It's killing him.

She had surgery twice, and she's going
to have another operation soon. A big

one.

The poor fellow, he... He ain't even
covered.

All right, Chief, I'll take care of
that. Where will you be?

Right.

See you later.

The Chief's going to be doing a public
relations job on the newspapers, and...

Looks like we suddenly have three solid
suspects. Thank you.

Waleida? Fowler?

Mr. Carew may be coming up on the
outside.

His wife is an invalid and they've
accumulated a lot of medical bills.

He seemed pretty nervous when I talked
to him this morning.

Chief Ironside's office.

No, this is Sergeant Brown. He's not
available right now.

Who?

Oh, yes. He's been expecting that call.
I'll take it.

The Indian agent at the Zuni Pueblo.

Hello, this is Sergeant Brown.

Do you have any information for Chief
Ironside?

Then he has no idea where Walayla is.

There's 400 ,000 acres in the
reservation and 5 ,000 Zuni in the

Walayla goes home. He's going to be
awful tough to find.

Anything on Craig Chapin?

Yes, he's Willela's cousin. According to
the agent, that would make them pretty

close. The agent have an address for
Chapin? No, but he has a sister living

San Francisco. I've got hers.

No, I haven't seen Craig in almost a
week.

He doesn't live here, then?

He has a room closer to school.

School?

The college.

I see.

May I have the address?

It won't do you any good.

He's not there anymore.

Why not?

He quit school.

Just like that?

Quit?

I don't suppose you've seen John Walela
lately?

No.

May we look around?

There's no reason to.

Is there any reason not to?

Please, please, please. You won't find
anything. There's no one.

There are a lot of friends, John.

That wagon you've got out there.

I want it.

Where can you go?

Give me the keys.

The reservation's a long, lonely drive.

Give them to me.

I want that gun, John.

I'll kill you.

I swear.

Then you'll have to kill both of us.

If you kill both of us, you might buy an
extra 20 minutes head start.

You think it's worth it?

And John, if you did do it, it would go
a lot easier if you returned the jewels

or at least told us where to find them.

Do you think I did it?

Well, you haven't denied it so far.

So far, you haven't said anything at
all.

What if I did deny it? Who's going to
believe?

Sure, you might.

But who else? Where's Greg Chip?

I don't know.

Who's Craig Chapin?

To you, I mean.

Just a... Just a kid I know.

Must know him pretty well.

He's the one you left the store with
yesterday.

Yeah. As a matter of fact, he's your
cousin, isn't he?

What were you doing at his sister's
place?

Look, why were you looking for Chapin?

It was, uh... Something personal.

That's all I gotta say.

All right, let's talk about something
else. You were at the jewelry store at 4

'clock this morning, which might have
been the time the place was broken into.

I was just passing by.

On your way home?

That's right. But you didn't go.

Okay.

I stopped by the store.

The back door was open. The safe was
built.

You should have told the police when
they stopped you. They might have been

mildly interested.

Oh, sure.

They'd have stuck me in jail and thrown
away the key.

Why?

They'd have searched you and found
nothing, right?

But there was nothing to find.

Then they'd have had no evidence against
you at all.

Except, of course, the engraving tool.

The what?

Your engraving scribe.

What do you mean?

That's what was used to open the back
door. Or didn't you know that?

You're lying.

I think you know me better than that.

Ed, I want you to put out an APB on
Craig Chaper.

You know how many times they mention New
Directions?

I'll tell you how many. Four times.

Go ahead, read it.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

Look, that grant would have been
sweating out.

It's probably down the drain already.
Okay, I can live with that.

I don't want to see new directions go
down the drain, and that's what's going

happen. Relax, Frank. I'm sure the
headlines will be bigger when Walayla is

released. Released?

That's right.

You arrested him.

He's being held for questioning.

Look, if Walayla did it, he wouldn't
leave a calling card. That's for

When I told him about the engraving
scribe... That shook him pretty badly.

Hardly a guilty reaction.

Finally, there's the matter of motive.

What about money?

His needs were simple.

His salary provided for all of them.

He was convicted of burglary.

He broke into a liquor store.

He didn't go near the cash register.
They found him with three bottles of

bourbon, not even good bourbon.

Well, if it wasn't Malala, then who,
Fowler?

I'll put my chips on Carew.

His wife has accumulated more than $8
,000 in medical bills during the last

year, all of it unpaid so far.

And a lot more to come.

Just because the man's in debt.

Well, that's not all.

When I questioned him, he told me he was
home the night of the burglary.

I talked to Mrs. Carew, and she
confirmed it.

This afternoon, I talked to a couple of
their neighbors.

He drove off shortly after 11.

One of them heard him come back about
two hours later.

He could have met with the safecracker
and passed on the engraving tool.

It's possible.

Ed, I think you should have another talk
with the Carews.

I plan to.

Fine. You handle that end.

Frank, you and your people keep after
those missing jewels. Mark, first thing

the morning, I want you to go to school.

My classes are at night.

This will be business, not pleasure.

Well, at first, Chepa went to day school
on the reservation.

Then he got sent to a boarding school.

He studied mechanics there. He wanted to
be an engineer.

Then he got a partial scholarship to go
to college.

It was a remarkable accomplishment,
Mark, considering some of the obstacles

had to overcome.

But then, quite abruptly, he changed his
major to political science.

He decided to be a lawyer or maybe a
politician.

He said he could serve his people better
that way.

He was a very intense young man.

Very militant?

Well, I suppose he could have been if he
had remained here longer.

But he quit.

Oh, no.

He flunked out.

Three days ago.

And I had to tell him about it.

That is one of the burdens that falls on
a faculty advisor.

How did he take it?

Very, very badly.

As if his whole world had come to an
end.

He blamed me.

He blamed everyone.

It's too bad, Mark.

He was bright, capable. He'd come far.

Just too uptight, I guess.

And you have no idea where he might be
now?

None at all.

You know, Mark, I'd always thought of
you as just another promising student of

mine. I didn't know that you were
associated with the, um, the fuzz.

Only indirectly.

If some of your classmates knew about
it, they'd be appalled.

Well, Doctor, I won't say a word if you
don't.

That's a deal.

Thanks, huh?

You're welcome.

Oh, uh, by the way, did Chepa ever
mention the name John Walela?

Yes, he introduced me to him once. John
Walela was helping to pay some of his

expenses.

Thanks again.

You bet.

Where did you go, Mr. Carew?

Just out for a drive. I was working very
hard and I needed some fresh air.

There's nothing wrong with that, is
there? Do you think there is?

Well, no, of course not.

Then why didn't you tell me that the
first time we talked?

Well, I... Mr. Carew, this drive you
took, where did you go

exactly?

Just around the neighborhood.

Down Lombard, Van Ness. You didn't stop
anywhere?

No, I... Darling, what is it? I think
you better call the doctor.

That was very melodramatic.

Forgive me, Sergeant.

I gather you want to speak to me alone.

Wherever he went the other night, it
didn't have anything to do with the

burglary.

You said he stayed home.

Because I knew that's what he told you.
And he is my husband.

I heard him go. I know where he went.

He's been going there for some time,
ever since my illness.

I can give you her name, Sergeant.

And I'm quite sure that it will check
out.

Ironside. You said you wanted to help
Walela.

Who is this, Tomas?

I saw the papers.

You helped him, all right.

I want to help him out of that cell.

Free and clear.

Craig Chipper was at a powwow last
night.

He was still there when we left this
morning.

Chepa.

Well, let's go. The party's over.

Come on.

He was with her, all right.

The doorman remembered seeing him.

The elevator boy remembered...

taking him up and taking him down a
couple of hours later.

He must be a remarkable woman, Mr.
Carew. Yeah.

So is the other woman.

She's a wealthy widow.

Among other things, she was going to
lend Carew $10 ,000 to pay his wife's

medical bill.

Chief, we were wondering about you.

We just picked up Craig Chaper. Great.

What did he say?

Nothing. We left him in jail. Booked him
for drunkenness and vagrancy, just to

hold him there.

You want us to question him? Not just
yet.

I'm going to have John Malala do that.

May I?

I'm glad you came.

I never did tell you, but... I'm sorry.

About that business with the rifle.

You should be.

A shooting doesn't carry quite the same
penalty as a parking ticket.

That's not what I mean. I was pretty
crazy.

Well, you... You're one of the few guys
who... It's all right, John.

I think I can understand why.

What do you mean?

I spoke to your employer, Mr. Levitt.

Oh.

Yeah, I guess he's not my employer
anymore.

Remember when he talked about shutting
off the burglar alarm?

He tells me Chepa was there at the time,
visiting him. Is that right?

If it is, then Chepa could have
overheard the conversation.

And if Chepa left the store with you the
evening before the burglary, Which he

did.

He could have taken your engraving,
scribe.

Wouldn't you agree?

All right, let's just say, for the sake
of argument, that Chepa decided to knock

over that safe.

He had the motive.

He was mad at the establishment.

He was mad at the whole world. Wanted to
get even.

According to one of his professors, he
had the mechanical know -how.

Let's just say you got wind of it and
tried to talk him out of it.

But he wasn't about to listen.

As far as he was concerned, his life was
ruined the day he flunked out of

college. That was the day the
establishment let him down.

But you still weren't ready to give up
on him, so you went out looking for him.

Everywhere. The powwow up on the hill.

You wanted to stop him even if you had
to do it physically.

When you couldn't find him, you went to
the store, hoping that nothing had

happened. But you found out you were too
late.

You thought there was nothing you could
do.

It would have been better if you'd told
the truth then.

But you couldn't without implicating
Chepin.

So you kept on looking for him.

Went to his sisters, hoping to get him
to return the jewels.

To the very end, you wanted to save him.

How does that all grab you, John?

It's not true.

None of it.

It's not true.

Isn't that why you didn't want to talk
about Chipper when we first found you?

Weren't you still trying to protect him?

Why? Why should I care that much about
him?

He's your cousin.

A cousin can be as close as a brother.

And a kid brother has to be protected.

Will you leave me alone?

All of which explains your reaction when
I told you about the engraving tool.

Now, stealing jewels is one thing.

Trying to pin it on your brother.

That's something else. Leave me alone!

What's he doing here?

I thought you two might have something
to talk about.

I got nothing to say to him.

Not here, not now.

Why?

Johnny, tell me why.

Get him out of here.

Why did you do it?

Why?

Because you're out of your skull?

Or because you're a lousy hypocrite?

You tell me. I gotta know.

Craig, I'm warning you.

Oh, you had it made.

Isn't that what you said?

You had all you wanted out of life.

And I could too.

If I played it right.

If I didn't give up. If I didn't blow
it.

Oh, you were good.

Man, you were good.

You talked me out of it.

You talked yourself right into it.

Is that what you had in mind all along?

Craig, I got drunk last night.

You know that?

I mean, big drunk.

As soon as I saw the papers, I started
hitting that bottle.

And I cried like a baby.

I cried for you, Johnny.

Tell me, Were you worth it? Did I cry
for a man who screwed up his life for

good? Did I cry for a lousy fake?

I didn't do it, Craig.

What?

I didn't do it.

I thought you did.

You think Chico was bluffing?

Oh, I think he was for real. If you're
just so unfortunate, you don't risk

getting arrested and starting a variety
of drugs.

Hi.

I just tried to get you. They told me
you were on your way back.

They also told me how it went.

And we're right back where we started.

A little farther back.

That's stuff they found in the trash
can.

Jewel cases, envelopes. No prints.

Of course, we never really expected to
find any.

Ed, go on down to the lab.

Bring all that stuff back here.

I'll explain later if I'm right. If I'm
wrong, you'll get just a sheepish grin.

Frank, listen, I... No, not yet.

When I think we'll be able to spring,
we'll ail it very soon.

Right, so don't give up on the grant.

The newspaper will owe us some space.

Equal space, at least.

Tell me, Frank, those contacts your
people have, do they extend as far as

Diego?

I'm a good salesman. I asked him for a
raise. I deserved it.

And instead of a raise, he offered you a
pay cut.

Yes, and I took it.

I needed this job. Besides, he told me
that he was in a bind, that he was

of going broke.

I see.

What are you driving at?

Well, if you were in a bind, the
insurance plus the proceeds from the

would make a very nice windfall, Mr.
Levitt.

I don't understand what you're talking
about.

You know, if I owned a jewelry store and
I had to cut off the burglar alarm for

a couple of days, I'd hire a night
watchman.

I should think that's an elementary
precaution.

You know how many times I told myself
that? Every minute since I broke into

safe. Also, I wouldn't advertise the
fact that the alarm would be out of

commission.

I'd keep that entirely to myself.

Unless, of course, I wanted someone else
to know.

That someone being a patsy.

Excuse me, Chief.

Is that all you have?

We have a bit more.

Eve.

Recognize these?

Jewel cases.

Assignment envelopes.

I don't see what that could follow.

Yes, they're ours.

They're from a wholesaler that we do
business with.

That lettering, that's the price code
that we use.

And that one, one paper of five -point
diamonds I wrote there. May I?

Notice how the ink runs when it's
dampened.

Now then, why do you suppose the ink
didn't run earlier?

The safe was flooded before it was
cracked, Mr. Levitt. Every one of those

envelopes should have been sopping wet.

I don't know what you're talking about.
There's only one possible answer, Mr.

Levitt.

You were the one who opened the safe.

Opened it before you cracked it. The
others.

Any one of the others. They could have
found out the combination.

They could have looked over my shoulder
any number of times.

All they had to do was watch.

You recovered those in San Diego.

Your offense was very cooperative.

It's my duty, Mr. Leavitt, to inform you
of your constitutional right.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain
silent, anything you say can and will be

against you in a court of law.

You have the right to speak with an
attorney and to have the attorney

during questioning.

If you so desire and cannot afford one,
an attorney will be appointed for you

without charge for questioning.

Now, do you understand all these rights
I've explained to you?

Up next, the happy snapper is making
Gary's life a bit tricky.

Goodnight Sweetheart is here in a
moment.