All language subtitles for ironside_s04e06_the_lonely_way_to_go

Here we are.

Well, thanks for the fast service,
Leone.

What are you trying to do, sober me up
with some drinks?

Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Batty,
but it took time out to call you a cab.

What are you, Leone? Some kind of a den
mother?

How do you think I got the gray in my
hair?

Fill it up.

Mm -hmm.

You've had your last drink here tonight,
Mr. Batty. Oh, wait a minute. You were

smashed when you came in an hour ago. Is
that any of your business?

Yes, sir.

I don't want you getting into your car
and killing yourself or anybody else.

What did you say?

I said I don't want you to get into any
trouble. What did you say?

Somebody call a cab?

Yes, right here. What did you say about
me killing somebody?

I said you could, the shape you're in
now.

There's your cab.

Let him take you home, right?

Kill somebody.

Don't get hung up on that. I just
meant... Get me out of here.

Keep the meter running. Come with me.

Now, wait a minute, mister. I argue.

Operator, get me the police.

This is Jason Banning. I'm calling from
my office at Sansom Street, 248 South.

I think I've killed my secretary.

Chief, here's your coffee.

I've got to split it. I'm going to audit
that lecture. So get the ends.

Good morning, Mike. He's got his coffee.
The rest is in the oven.

Bye. Bye. Hi, Keith.

You're very cheerful this morning, Miss
Whitfield.

Why not?

It's your breakfast.

What does that mean?

You can't really amaze me, Chief.

Chorizo for breakfast, chili for lunch,
hot... curry for dinner. Can I help it

if I'm on a bland diet?

Hi. I suppose I'm already late.

Eve has told you about this? Well,
you've been having a fascinating little

discussion of my stomach and how I'm
killing it, according to Miss Happy

Homemaker.

According to the front page, a friend of
yours was booked last night.

Jason Banning.

Looks like the charge could be murder
one.

When did Jason Banning become a
particular friend of mine?

Well, he's trustee of the police
retirement fund and you're chairman of

board. Which means I see Banning
possibly six times a year.

Then it's of no interest to you that he
says he killed this girl.

On the contrary, it's of great interest
to me.

He's been managing the investment
program for several million dollars and

my responsibility.

About time I got to know him better.

Chief. Ed.

Great to have you on board.

Carl. What's the story on Jason Banning?

You read the morning papers?

It sounded open and shut.

Like a revolving door.

Look at these reports.

Crime lab, medical examiner, coroner's
preliminary.

I'd like your reading on them.

Those pictures will give you an idea of
what we found when we got to Banning's

office last night.

Looks like it must have been a real
piercer while it lasted.

She obviously put up quite a struggle.

Amazing, isn't it, what a little 90
-pound woman can do when she's backed

corner?

Yes?

Send her in.

According to the paper, Banning admits
he killed the girl.

One of those broken romance things.

In spades.

I think you know Chief Ironside, and
this is Sergeant Brown.

Hello, Chief.

Well, this is quite a switch on our
usual meetings. Now, you're the expert.

Inspector Reese is the expert. I'm just
here as an involved spectator.

Sit down.

Mr. Banning, when we spoke to you last
night...

There were some blank spots in your
recall as to what happened during the

evening. Have you remembered any more
since then?

No, nothing more.

There were some points we were hoping
you would clarify for us.

What else do you need, Inspector? I told
you I'd sign the confession.

Why, Mr. Banning?

Because I killed Kathy Dana.

You did?

You're telling me I didn't?

That's what Inspector Reese was saying,
Jason. And according to these reports,

he's right.

But I... I don't understand.

I ought to know if I... Necessarily.

These reports state facts, not alcohol
and hallucinations.

I... I'd like to believe what you're
telling me, but... Then let me lay it

for you.

Autopsy report, cause of death,
asphyxiation, windpipe closed by knotted

multiple abrasions, concussion.

Combine that with the state of your
office when the police got there, and

obvious Miss Dana put up a fight for her
life.

Yeah. Yet the police surgeon who
examined you last night certifies you

unmarked. But... Crime lab report. There
were no latent fingerprints in the

office except yours. You made those when
you returned to the office with the cab

driver. But how did I know so exactly
what had happened back at my office? I

mean, the minute the bartender said the
word kill, I knew.

I could see Kathy lying there dead.

You could have gone back to your office
earlier, seen her there, and been so

drunk it didn't register.

But couldn't I have done it while I was
blacked out?

Not without having a hand laid on you.

This killer's got to be marked.

He even took the pains to clean under
the victim's fingernails so there'd be

possibility of skin typing him.

It all seems so real.

I suppose I should stop fighting you and
be grateful.

I am.

premature. Do you go along with him,
Chief?

You have some reservation?

Jason, I wonder about this blank you
drew.

Has alcohol ever caused you to black out
before? I mean, it's totally easy to

believe it happened last night. No.

You've had that much to drink before?

I've become that much of a drinker.

Her walking out on me started it. What
about medication?

Were you taking anything?

Well, my doctor had just prescribed a
pill for hypertension.

Some kind of a tranquilizer.

I was taking three a day.

That could be the answer.

A synergistic reaction between those
pills and the booze. One triggered the

other.

All right, Mr. Banning. I guess that
wraps you up for now.

The officer will take you now to the
property custodian and you can draw your

things.

You mean I can go?

But stay in town.

There may be some questions later.

You'll find them, won't you, Chief?

You'll find the man who murdered Kathy
and see that he's punished.

Because until that happens, I... I'll be
living in this nightmare,

never believing that I didn't kill her.

Well, Reese, what do you think?

I think when he gets over his hangover,
he's going to be mighty glad we let him

off the hook.

He isn't off it yet.

You mean the nightmare bit?

I think that's exactly where he's
living.

And you're going to shake him out of it?

One way or another.

You should have seen Danny last night.
All he could say was he wanted to sign a

confession right then.

What stopped him?

He couldn't pass the sobriety test.

I think he needs a head shrinker to
unload his guilt feelings on.

He's got a lot to feel guilty about.

He blew a marriage to have this girl and
she dumped him. If he didn't kill her,

he at least had to think about it.

I must admit, Jason made a beautiful
case against himself. He had motive,

opportunity, and no alibi for the time
of the murder.

He made a believer out of me last night.

Bye.

If you find anything of interest, you
can reach us at Banning's office.

Right.

Kind of a high financial district for a
secretary.

Possibly one of the fringe benefits of
the job.

Please, Custer, turn around and put your
hands on the wall.

Slide your feet back.

Now don't move.

All right, inside.

What are you doing in here?

I work here. Doing what?

The building maintenance.

What's your name?

Matt Radden.

That picture.

Did you come in here to straighten it?
No.

I came in here to get it.

Does it belong to you?

I painted it.

It's pretty good for an amateur.

I'm not an amateur.

I just don't sell enough to make a
living at it yet.

How much did she pay you for it?

It was a present.

That's why I was taking it back before
somebody else grabbed it.

She was a very beautiful girl.

Yes.

I thought so.

Is that why you painted her portrait?

That's one of the reasons.

What are the others?

I loved her.

A little rich for you, wasn't she?

Poor artist, making a living by
moonlighting as a janitor.

How could you compete with the men she
met in her job?

She had time for me.

Where do you live, Mr. Radden?

In the building.

The owner lets me have a room in the
basement for what I do around here.

you mind letting us see it?

Not if it'll help you find out who
killed her.

It might.

You believe me now?

I believe you're a painter.

I found this in the clothes hamper.

Take off your gloves.

I, uh, cut my hands opening a window
that was stuck.

Show us the window.

It wasn't here.

Mrs. Talley's apartment, 215.

I'll take it out. Why don't you go
upstairs and see what else you can find?

Well?

This way.

Hi, Matt.

I understand you have a broken window in
your apartment.

Could I see it?

I'm afraid there's nothing to see. It's
already been repaired.

But the glass was broken.

Oh, yes, yes.

Matt cut his hands very badly.

When was this?

Oh, yesterday afternoon, about 3 .30.

Matt, I'm very sorry about Kathy. I know
how hard it must have hit you.

Although I never exactly thought she was
your type.

That dame, it's because I wouldn't play
games with her.

I'd say you were a very fortunate guy,
at least up to now.

Did you tell anybody else about those
cuts on your hands?

I did more than that. I went to see a
doctor.

What's his name?

Wheeler.

Alfred C. Wheeler, M .D., Medical
Association Building on Sutter.

What do you need from him?

Mrs. Talley already told you how I got
these scratches.

She told me how you got some of those
scratches.

Does that mean I'm under arrest?

No.

How did Radden's broken window alibi
hold up?

Well, we've established that there was a
broken window.

I still want to check it out with the
doctor who treated him.

Did you find anything?

I've been through all of her personal
things. Miss Dana had very expensive

Jason Banning was picking up the tab for
all this. Not completely. Take a look

at these bank accounts.

I found them in the bottom drawer of the
desk while I was going through her

personal papers.

$25 ,000?

$12 ,000?

$100 ,000.

And all under different names.

Note that the accounts were closed out
yesterday.

Sheila Story, Betty Cole, Grace Lane,
Winifred Bolter.

And no account for Kathy Dana.

You wouldn't want to bet that they're
all Kathy Dana.

No.

But I think we'd better find out.

I'll check the banks.

You stick around here and see if you can
find anything else.

Like $100 ,000?

or a key to a safety deposit box.

Chief, I think we scored.

This notebook apparently was Kathy
Dana's office diary. Take a look at

entries.

Clinton, $25 ,000, April 25th.

Tom, $12 ,000, April 16th.

Over $100 ,000.

So that's what secretaries do on those
long lunch hours.

What do you think, Chief?

Blackmail?

I think we'd better see what Banning
knows about his secretary's financial

empire.

Inspector Reese. Yeah.

They told me that I'd find you here.

That was the lecture.

Fine, fine.

Thanks for letting me know.

We may be a little late.

Manning's in the emergency room at St.
Mark's Hospital.

Over those sleeping pills.

Sorry, Chief.

I guess you have to color me stupid.

The doctors tell us if there'd been five
or six more red devils in that bottle

you emptied, it would have done the
trick.

I'm not so sure that's lucky.

You said you wanted us to find Kathy
Dana's murderer.

Would you have wanted to miss out on
that?

You know, did it?

We've been making some progress.

At this point, you might be able to help
us.

Do these names mean anything to you?

They're just first names.

That's right.

I... I can't make any connection.

Have you any idea as to why those men
might have given her money?

No. No, I...

A thing like this could indicate
blackmail.

Blackmail? Unless you can help us assign
a more legitimate explanation.

I... I guess I'll have to be honest with
you, Chief.

And myself.

I knew about those men.

Though not who they were, but... You
could have told us about them last

Frankly, I didn't know she'd gotten
money from them.

I knew there were other men in her life.
She told me.

I respected her honesty.

I put them out of my mind.

Or I thought I had.

Till I got smashed last night when she
made it clear that she was through with

me.

I guess that could even have been what
started the fight.

I'll tell you one more time, Mr.
Banning. You did not have a fight with

Dana. Not the one that ended with her
murder.

He's right, Jason.

That fight didn't just happen. The
murderer went to your office with the

intention of killing Miss Dana.

How do you know that?

The murder weapon.

Weapon? The scarf.

It was cheap, heavy -gauge material, a
brand sold in dime stores, if there is

such a thing anymore.

Kathy Dana wouldn't have owned a scarf
like that. The killer had to have

it with him.

Did she often work that late in the
office?

She was quitting.

And she said she wouldn't marry me. She
said she couldn't go on working with me.

We both agreed.

She stayed later that night to clean out
her desk when...

Whatever happened.

We'd better let you rest.

I'll say one thing for Bannon. When he
says he's killed somebody, he's not

to be talked out of it.

Nurse?

Yes, sir?

Oh, nurse.

There's a reporter from the dispatch
waiting in the lobby to see me.

Would you send him in, please?

Surely.

were able to identify Miss Dana by her
signature.

She changed her appearance with her
name, different wig, style of clothing.

As Mrs. Bolter, she even walked with a
limp to dress the part.

What about Radden's doctor?

Did you contact him?

Yes, Dr.

Wheeler can't remember the exact number
of scratches he treated on Radden's

hand, but he's sure he can tell a glass
cut from a fingernail gouge.

He may be called upon to do just that.

Interesting article in the paper. You
still consider Radin a suspect?

Let's just say I haven't ruled him out
completely.

I think you ought to read... He finds
Ed's office.

Yes, Commissioner.

Yes, Dennis?

Of course.

Right away.

I wonder what's so urgent.

Well, it's like I've been trying to tell
you. There's this groovy story on the

front page of the dispatch.

Am I a murderer?

That is the question which has tormented
Jason Banning, prominent financial

district figure to the point of
attempted suicide.

I can't go on living like this, he told
your reporter.

If the police refuse to believe my story
of the murder of Kathy Dana, I must

look to a higher law.

How's that for openers?

For openers?

Just groovy.

Gentlemen.

I suppose you've seen this.

Yes, I've seen it.

What about it?

We don't have sufficient evidence to
make an arrest.

To put it another way, we don't have any
evidence that Banning killed the girl.

Well, the DA's office doesn't seem to
think so.

You've read the reports of the Dana
killing.

I've also read the paper.

The facts remain, Dennis.

That newspaper handout doesn't change
them.

How do you explain Banning's insistence
on saying he did it?

He's not one of those psychos that goes
around confessing every crime he reads

about. I think he went through a drunken
traumatic experience and hasn't snapped

out of it yet.

Bob? I don't have a better explanation
yet.

Well, I'm afraid that's not going to
satisfy the DA.

When a person gives a voluntary
confession to the newspapers, the public

some action.

Here.

Yes, hang on. It's for you.

Thank you.

Ironside.

We'll take care of it.

Thank you for letting us know.

That was a Mrs. Talley.

Has an apartment where Miss Dana lived.

Her .32 automatic has been stolen.

Why would she report a stolen gun to
you?

She doesn't want Banning killed with it.
She thinks Radden took it after he read

the newspaper.

Now put a gun on Banning's hospital
room. Tell Ed to meet us there, too.

You want to get rid of that gun?

I

expect

you artist types to over -dramatize, Mr.
Redden, but this is ridiculous.

It's easy for you to say your girl
wasn't killed.

You don't have to read a lot of
newspaper garbage given out by the man

admits he did it.

If it's any comfort to you, we're about
to arrest Banning. He's in the next

room.

Carl, you take Mr. Radden in.

I'll see Banning.

You're about to get your wish, Jason.
I'm placing you under arrest.

You'll be transferred to jail as soon as
the hospital permits you to leave.

Until then, you'll be under guard.

What made you change your mind?

I haven't.

But after your recent statement to the
press... You must be wondering what kind

of a nut I am.

You're under arrest as a legally sane
murderer.

You'll have to prove otherwise.

Now, that's not as easy as it may sound.

I'm not looking for an easy way out.

Well, at least the commissioner will be
satisfied now.

Dennis is never satisfied.

Look who's talking.

You're right, Mark.

I'm not satisfied about this.

I'm simply bowing temporarily to public
opinion so we can get on with the case

in peace and quiet.

If she knew all those men well enough to
blackmail them, you'd think somebody

would have seen them going in or out of
her apartment house.

Well, that's what bad doors are for.

Question.

If it was one of the men listed in her
book, how did they know she'd be working

late that night?

Radden could have known.

He said he loved her.

He could have gotten jealous and...
Ironside.

Yes, Eve.

Detectives do not begin reports by
saying, guess what.

We'll be right over.

Can't be in his apartment.

He just found out it was Bub's.

The bug had been removed, but I found
this hole where the wire was let in.

It came through here, just underneath
the sill.

I'm proud of you.

Nothing any sharp -eyed American girl
wouldn't have seen. Well, that puts it

together. Kathy Dana was conning the
cats up to her apartment, and Ratten,

friendly artist, was taping the shows to
be released at a more convenient time.

Then Ratten ought to be able to identify
those men for us.

I hate to shoot the Marx theory down in
flames because it makes sense.

However, look at that plaster dust down
there.

In light of that, what conclusions would
you draw?

This apartment's been bugged recently.

Now, why would you say that?

This dust should have been picked up the
last time this room was cleaned.

Agreed.

Ed, get us a sample for a lab analysis.
When you finish that, find out if the

building manager knows when this
apartment was cleaned last and get named

cleaning woman.

I also want to know about... to anyone
else who's had access to this apartment

recently.

Mark, examine the outside of the
building and tell me what you see.

The plaster was chipped off by the drill
that made the hole.

How does the plaster look?

Any sign of it being weathered?

No, there's even a small piece hanging.

Paint all this hole again.

All right, let's get that in an envelope
too, Ed.

I'll take the envelopes down to the
police lab. You and Eve can join me

when you've completed your search here.

I have completed it.

When you found that outlet, did you stop
searching?

Yes.

Well?

You think somebody else could have
bugged it, too?

Until we look.

We won't know, will we?

Unfortunately, we're dealing with an
electric typewriter. Such things as key

pressure and spacing are almost
automatic.

We're at a manual machine.

We could find a vast difference in the
typist's capability.

However, we're still in business.

Well, that's nice to hear.

Now, this typing on this page, which we
know was done by Miss Dana, makes full

use of the machine spacing feature.
There are no strikeovers. She was a

skilled typist. In contrast, this
specimen from her diary does show

It could be argued that the girl making
a quick note in her loose -leaf diary

might be less professional about her
typing and she would be about something

more critical.

Well, but the same mistakes show up on
all these other pages, Chief.

Then your position is that Kathy Dana
did not type those entries.

That's right. The ones involving the
money. All the other writing in the book

shows up as her work.

In other words, the whole list of
supposed gentleman friends is phony.

about red herrings. That's a whole
school of them.

It tells you who the murderer isn't.

Anyway, you've saved a lot of time,
which you would have had to spend trying

run down a list of non -existent
blackmail victims.

But... It also narrows the list down to
those who had access to her apartment.

Two men so far, Banning and Radden. But
you proved that Banning couldn't have

done it, despite his confession.

Now, wait a minute, Dennis.

He couldn't have done it the way he said
he did.

How did the lab analysis on the plaster
fragments turn out?

Displacement was very recent.

Had little normal house dust showing in
it.

That squares with what the apartment
manager told me about the cleaning

She did the apartment four days ago. The
manager let her in with a passkey.

There was a man working in the building
from the telephone company.

I called the company. They had no record
of him. Did you find any evidence of

another listening device? No, sir.

We went over it with a fine -tooth comb.

Then the only bugging of that apartment
occurred quite recently.

You think whoever bugged it heard
something that made him decide to kill

No. It's a reasonable hypothesis.

The questions are then, what did she
say? To whom did she say it?

And who was at the other end of the line
when she said it? In other words,

you're prepared to disregard Banning's
confession completely.

It wasn't much of a confession. It only
shines like one in the dark. He only

confessed the things he couldn't alibi,
in case we questioned him. He could also

be trying to pressure us into acting on
his confession without corroborating

evidence, so that he could repudiate it
in court.

Say he was mentally unbalanced from
shock and grief.

His attorney could then proceed to use
our own lab reports to prove he couldn't

have killed him.

Leaving some eager young assistant DA
standing in court with egg on his face.

At which point, if I read my law books
correctly, Benning's attorney asked for

dismissal and he's home free.

That could be the way his script reads.

I suggest we make a few revisions in it.
Like what?

Like finding out what was said in her
apartment while it was bugged and who

listening.

Hello, Mr. Radden. Are they treating you
all right?

I've been in worse jails.

Sit down.

Mr. Radden, how big a thing was it
between you and Kathy Dana?

I don't have to answer that. You don't
have to answer anything.

You were apparently going to take a
man's life over her, so we think we can

a few conclusions.

Get off me, will you? I'm not going to
talk about it. All right, I'll talk

it. You told us you loved her. And you
implied that your feelings were

reciprocated. Is that an accurate
assumption?

What difference does it make now?

It could make a big difference in
helping us find out who killed her. We

you want us to do that.

Unless, of course, you did it.

Why would I kill her?

We were going to be married.

Why didn't you tell us that in the
beginning?

Because it was none of your business.

It was between Kathy and me.

Can't you understand that? It was
private.

Murder is not a private thing, Mr. Ed.

Okay, okay, now you know. We were going
to be married. Does that satisfy you?

You and Miss Dana discussed your
forthcoming marriage, I assume.

Of course we did.

In her apartment?

Yes.

Why? What's that got to do with it?
Would you happen to remember if you and

were discussing it in her apartment
between the 12th and the 16th of this

I guess so.

Yeah.

Yeah, I was with her every evening.

Naturally, we talked about it.

Mr. Radden, what were your plans about
money?

You weren't making any to speak of.

And Miss Dana apparently was living up
to every penny of her salary.

Kathy had an inheritance.

She hadn't collected it yet, but she
said it would come to about $50 ,000.

When she got it, we were going to go
down to Carmel to live.

On her money?

Until I could support her.

I wasn't marrying her for her money, if
that's what you're thinking.

I didn't even know about the inheritance
until she mentioned it the other night.

What night was that?

I don't remember exactly.

It's very important that you do
remember. Now think, Mr. Radden. Why?

Why is it so important?

We're trying to solve Kathy Dana's
murder, Mr. Radden.

You'll have to take our word as to
what's important.

It was last week.

Wednesday, Thursday, I forget which.

But I still don't see why... Kathy
Dana's apartment was bugged, we think,

12th of this month. So anything that was
said after that date had an audience.

Banning? Or you.

Me? Why would I want to do a thing like
that?

Because we don't think you believe that
bit about the inheritance any more than

we do.

You had the room bugged so you could
find out the real score.

Oh, you guys are crazy.

Are we?

You've got no right saying things like
that.

We loved each other.

We were going to be married.

All right, Mark.

Can't you understand that?

We loved each other. I didn't care
whether she had $50 ,000 or 50 cents.

knew that.

All we wanted was each other.

Small world.

It'd be smaller if I could get my hands
on you.

So you're the man she childrened me for.

I just want you to know one thing.

No matter how long you get, When you get
out, I'll be waiting for you.

She wasn't worth it.

Believe me. You thought she was.

That's why you couldn't stand to lose
her.

She was a cheap double -crossing with...
Shut up!

If you had one ounce of decency in
you... Oh.

You're a real boy scout, aren't you?

You killed her. Isn't that enough?

Do you have to try to drag her down to
your level now that she's dead?

Mister, I never dragged her anywhere.

She was way ahead of me.

But I don't want to hear any more of
your crummy lies.

I know what kind of a girl she was.

You don't know anything about her.

You just think you did.

I told you I don't want to talk about
her.

Sure you don't.

You're afraid you might find out a few
things about her you'd rather not know.

Shut up.

Like where that phony inheritance was
coming from.

And why you're feeling so noble.

Try and figure out what kind of a man
goes on a honeymoon financed by another

man. You think I'm a heel?

What do you think that would have made
you?

That's a lie.

You think because she's dead you can say
anything you want about her?

Like where that phony inheritance was
coming from.

And why you're feeling so noble.

Try and figure out what kind of a man
goes on a honeymoon financed by another

man.

Would you care to go into more detail?

First place, you can't use that.

Besides, you've already got my
confession.

Wrong on both counts. We can use it. And
the confession isn't worth the paper

it's written on. Nevertheless, I'm
afraid it'll have to do.

Not at all.

We're not challenging the fact that you
killed her, only the manner in which it

was done and the reason for doing it.

Would you like to hear our version?

Not particularly.

Nevertheless, I think it will interest
you.

Inspector. In the first place, there was
no struggle in your office.

You killed her, then messed up the place
to look as if she had put up a fight.

Then you typed that list of names for us
to find.

The money was real, only it didn't come
from boyfriends. It came from the

pension funds you were administering.

She was banking it for you so it
couldn't be traced.

You're forgetting one thing.

My books are audited every year.

This time, we'll know what to look for.

Inspector, I think we have Mr. Banning's
interest.

When she dissed you for Radden, instead
of handing over all the money, she kept

half of it for herself.

Sort of a dowry. You learned that when
you listened in on the bugging device

had installed in her apartment and heard
her tell Radden she had a $50 ,000

inheritance.

You can't prove any of that.

On the contrary.

By the time the auditors have found the
discrepancies in your books, I'm willing

to bet that we'll have located the
person who bugged her apartment for you.

And as I have a personal interest in the
pension fund from which you've been

stealing, I hope you'll be smart enough
to make restitution for whatever

consideration that may get you from the
district attorney.

Officer?

That's some comfort.

The guy I feel sorry for is Red.

It's going to be tough to learn that the
girl you were in love with was mixed up

in a thing like that.

It's happened before?

Well, well, well.

The voice of experience.

I read a lot.

This is a diagram of the campus. The
park is over here.

And next is a list of the witnesses
together with their statements, such as

are.

Come in.

You sent for me?

That's right.

I want to thank you for driving the
charges against me.

There isn't much point prosecuting a man
for possession of a gun that won't

fire. No firing pin.

Tell Mrs. Talley that I think it's very
wise of her to keep the gun inoperable.

That way she gets the comfort of knowing
it's there without the possibility of

shooting herself in the leg.

Thanks.

You're free to go.

Mr. Ed.

I'm sorry.

Funny. When I took that gun away from
him, I could have sworn.

That just goes to prove the fallibility
of the human eye.