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Do you have enough money for the
tickets?

Yes, dear. We'll meet you in the lobby.

Good morning, Commissioner.

Morning.

If the coffee's still hot, I'd like a
cup, please.

Yes, sir, right away.

Well, Dennis, glad you stopped by. Sit
down.

Am I interrupting something?

It's the usual crystal ball session
about next Sunday's game by my

staff. We've got a little pool going.

Here, write your name in. He who crows
on Friday may be eating it on Sunday.

Hey, that's not bad. Did you make it up?
I think so.

I'm impressed.

And I'm out of coffee.

Something wrong, Dennis?

Right before last, a man named Mel
Gordon was killed by a hit -and -run

It might have been murder.

They found this in his pocket.

And, uh... This one belongs to me.

No need to knock, Mark.

Thank the family sitting Shiva.

David was only 12, maybe 13 then.

Hello.

Mrs. Gordon?

Yes?

May I speak with you for a few moments?

I'm Robert Ironside. This is Mark Sank.

How do you do? This is good.

Are you friends of Mel's? No, I'm sorry
to intrude during your mourning period,

but we're looking into your husband's
death.

I've already told the others all I
could, and frankly, if I can avoid

it again, I'd rather.

I understand.

I'll try to make it brief.

Now, have you ever seen that before?

Yes, it came in the mail.

How did your husband feel about it? He
thought it was some kind of an

advertising stunt.

Did he keep the envelope?

I don't know.

Mr. Ironside, why are you asking me
these questions?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gordon.

I have to explore all possibilities.

Maybe you'd better sit down.

Thank you, Mr. Sanger, but I sit on that
low, uncomfortable stool in there

because I... I mustn't get comfortable
to the point of forgetting that Mel is

dead.

As if I've thought of anything else.

Perhaps we should let this wait.

No, forgive me if I... If I sound sorry
for myself, it's only because I am.

But I'll be all right if you'll give me
a minute.

All the time you need.

This is Hit Run, Victor Gordon.

Did you know him? Slightly. I saw him
about once a month when we sat together

the parole board.

All right, Dennis. Call me if your men
turn up anything.

And when Mrs. Gordon talked about her
husband, I can't say anybody wanted to

kill him.

Ironside.

Yes, Frank.

Thanks. We should be back in less than
half an hour.

Two other members of that parole board
have died within the last three weeks.

Fred Arliss on December 6th jumped or
fell from a nine -story window.

And Martin Calloway, December 11th,
another hit and run.

Both accidents.

Any numbers?

Arliss got number two, Calloway three.
Both clues, remember.

Okay, I'll buy.

There's a list.

What about number one?

Now, that's an interesting question.

Ed and I checked out the other members
of the board.

According to his housekeeper, Carlton
Duffy got number five.

Commissioner Randall, we know, has
number six. And these three men have the

of the numbers.

That makes nine.

There are only eight men on the parole
board.

Exactly. And if everybody on the board
is covered, who is number one?

William Adams.

Male, Caucasian, age 22, shot to death
by person or persons unknown, December

2nd. White disc with number one on it,
found among his personal effects.

But it doesn't tie in. Adams wasn't on
the parole board. Patience. Criminal

record dating back to 1962.

Repeated narcotics violations,
imprisoned in 64, paroled in April 1968.

Tie in? Peace, brother.

So, between 1968 and now, Adams got
someone mad enough to...

Kill him and then try for the eight men
of the parole board that released him. I

know. Speak to everyone who's ever had
anything to do with him.

Right. Ed, he was a pusher, so... Find
out who his clients were, his victims.

Contact their families. It works.

This is Ironside. Is he in?

Dennis, you've been working too hard.

Tell me something I don't know. Glad to.

You're going on a vacation.

Oh, that's very kind of you, Bob. With
pay? With bodyguards.

and snap out of it.

Sorry, but I'm depressed.

And if you dare tell me I'm a cop, I
can't afford to get emotional, I'll

something at you. Fact remains, you are
a cop and you can't afford to get

emotional. Ed!

Intellectually, we know these junk
dealers do harm.

But until you see the lies they've
ruined with your own eyes, I tell you,

If Adams had destroyed somebody I loved,
I'd be tempted to kill him myself.

But the members of the parole board,
what was their crime?

I'm sure they used their best judgment,
but they made a mistake.

The punishment for paroling the wrong
man is not death.

So we have two men and a woman, all of
whom were at one time or another

complainants against Adams, and all of
whom have dropped out of sight.

After someone they loved was ruined by
narcotics.

A man's teenage daughter.

A woman's ten -year -old boy.

Don't say it.

Ed's already given me that speech.

You go home and get some rest. It's been
a long day.

I'll be in better shape in the morning.

Good night, Ed. See you in the morning.

You can take off now, too, Ed. All
right.

Where's Mark, anyhow? He reached all of
the parole board members except number

five, Carlton Duffy.

Duffy. Duffy wouldn't even come to the
phone, so I sent Mark up to explain

personally. Carlton Duffy. Isn't he the
lawyer -turned -artist?

Yeah. Very talented man.

How'd he ever get on the parole board?

He's a lawyer -turned -artist.

How was your trip?

A waste of time.

Bad as all that. It was worse.

I didn't even see Duffy, but I talked to
him through a door.

I tried to explain everything to him,
but he wouldn't listen.

Doesn't sound like it. He wouldn't even
consider police protection.

So he'll probably get killed and no
great loss.

Who are you calling?

Sitting up at daycare. No, no, no, no.

Duffy's not the kind to let it hide a
cop behind every bush.

Besides, if something went wrong...

We'd scare our man away and end up
trying to protect the remaining board

for the rest of their lives.

We've got to get him now, whoever he is,
when he tries for number five.

Well, looks like Duffy will give him
every opportunity.

Ed, you stay right where you are until
about 11. I may call you. Sure.

You asleep, Mark?

Mm -hmm.

Yes, sir.

Then please try not to get us a traffic
citation.

How could I?

I'm not driving anywhere.

Interesting problem, isn't it?

It's about time you made up your mind.

I haven't. Just weighing the pros and
cons.

Is this a state secret?

It's a state perplexity.

Just that somebody's going to have to
become Carlton Duffy. You?

I don't even find that faintly amusing.

It's not my intention to be amusing.

Or mine to be dispossessed from my home.

Besides, you don't look anything like
me. What difference does it make?

I understand you've become a recluse. No
one sees you up here.

Same old Robert T.

Just can't keep that long nose out of
other people's business. I'm concerned

with having a body in this house that a
killer will think is Duffy. I'll worry

about the look -alike aspects later. How
does Duffy become a cripple?

He falls and breaks his ankle tonight.

Duffy doesn't want any part of your
little game.

I told that to your man here.

Duffy takes care of himself.

I've got a rifle, and I know how to use
it.

Anybody comes poking around, I'll shoot
first, ask questions later.

I'd like to make sure you don't shoot
some innocent neighbor. I have no

neighbors.

They've all been exposed to me before.
They know better than to come around

here.

Once and for all, Robert T., the answer
is no. I don't have time to argue.

And I don't have time to waste.

Really quite moving.

Flattery won't help you.

You know me, Duffy.

I don't flatter anyone.

And quite remarkable.

Even in this life, they have a kind of
energy.

A kind of vitality. More than that.

Urgency, perhaps.

I'd like to see the rest.

That is a presumption.

That you'd allow me to see them or that
they exist.

You know, your last showing was toward
the end of 70, Chandler Galleries.

These are all very recent.

You'd have to have produced more than
three paintings in a year.

The presumption is that I have any more
time to devote to sophisticated

repartee. Good night, sir.

You can take a canvas and palette with
you. No reason to lose any working time.

I am not going anywhere.

To San Francisco for questioning.

About what?

The murders of three men on the parole
board and threats against the lives of

the others. I received one of those
threats myself.

Easy cover to throw off suspicion.

Robert T., you are setting me up.

Would I do a thing like that? You'll
have to drag me in.

Mark, call the sheriff, please. Explain
the situation. Tell him we'll need a

couple of men.

I will rip the phone out. And that'll
mean a charge of interfering with the

police and the performance of...
Operator.

All right, all right. Hang up.

I will not go to jail.

Of course not.

And I hate hotels. My place, then.

You can work or rest.

And if for any reason you need anything,
Mark will be there.

I can take a toothbrush with me, I
presume.

At the very least.

Let's get me set up somewhere.

Yeah. Bring that chair over.

This ought to do.

Do what?

Well, since I'm playing Duffy, Duffy has
to play me, so obviously he can't be

seen walking out of here.

Now, bring the chair.

Can't do much navigating around in that.

When Dr. Gold comes out, he can bring a
wheelchair with him. I didn't know Dr.

Gold was coming out.

Well, a broken ankle has to be put in a
cast, doesn't it? You got it all figured

out, huh? Yeah, I better have.

Including my housekeeper.

His farmer's been working for me ever
since I've been up here.

I might present a problem.

Oh, I don't know about this. She's a
pretty swinging old lady. She might go

along with the gag.

I bet she'd like working for you better
than him.

But that still leaves...

Only you and an old lady.

Now, if you have a good picture of
yourself, I'd like it. Asking for a good

picture of Duffy is the height of
resiliency.

Now, who else would have a hundred
prints of himself?

You know, I've just about had it with
your over -large mouth.

Watch out for my over -large teeth.

All right, gentlemen.

No need for further pleasantries.

Duffy, make yourself comfortable.

Oh, I will be more than happy to help
you.

You'll probably be killed, you know.

At the very least.

I'd better get him out of here before I
deck him.

Remember, Sanger, under this pleasant
veneer is a really fine artist.

And you remember something, too, mister.

I was never much of an art lover.

Chief Ironside, Dovet.

You made it by five minutes.

I didn't want to pay you overtime.

I'd like you to call Dr.

Gold.

Have him come up here prepared to put a
cast on a broken ankle.

A broken... What happened?

And get a number three kit and send it
up with him.

Chief, what's going on?

Mark will brief you when he gets back.

When he gets... without you?

Ironside now batting for Duffy.

Or vice versa.

Enjoy.

Chief, what...

To

be really legitimate, I should build up
that arch a little more.

Yeah.

The purpose is cosmetic, not functional,
Doctor. This will do fine.

Is there anything else I can do for you
now? Number three kit?

Oh, it's over on the desk.

If you don't mind, would you get me
another outfit of clothes? Clothes

in the bedroom.

It's the most conservative I could find.

Do you mind telling me what part you're
going to play?

Columba Adulasius.

Freely translated, that's Clay Pigeon.

Very freely.

Well, if there's nothing more I can
do... No, no, thank you very much. I can

manage.

And thanks for coming up. Good night,
Doctor.

Good night, Pigeon.

No problems yet, Mark.

Everything is quiet.

What took you so long?

I was out on the porch.

Well, that's smart, making an easy
target out of yourself.

Every death has looked like an accident.

The only accident that could happen on
the porch would be if a tree fell on me.

But what's happening back there?

I hope you're making our guest
comfortable.

I don't have to. He's doing fine by
himself.

You ever finish chattering?

Some hot coffee might be nice. Chief,
I'm telling you, he needs more

down here than up there.

Maybe now you'll appreciate me a little
more.

Now, Mark, try to remember, he's a
guest.

Didn't Fran have anything for me yet?
Yeah, they're on their way to check with

you now.

All right, contact them.

Warn them not to blow their cover.

Or mine.

I'll talk to you later.

Hey, you take care.

You know, no matter what he says, I just
don't see that you're worth it.

And with the coffee, I'll take my sketch
pad and charcoal.

You want it, you get it. You're no
invalid.

Right.

And there's another thing I'll... No.

No?

We're gonna play it to the Hilton's.

You're a guest.

Mr. Duffy? Who else did you expect?

I'm Felice Evans.

You want applause?

I'm sorry, I'm late.

Where would you like me to start?

Start? Didn't Mrs. Farmer call you?
She's got the flu and I'm taking her

I see.

No, she didn't call.

Now, how would I know what you should
do? I'm an artist, not a housekeeper.

All right.

I'll manage.

I'm sure you will. Now, don't touch
those.

But it's so dark in here.

Light hurts my eyes.

Well, I thought artists needed... And
they're painting.

At this moment, however, I'm thinking.

And when I'm thinking, I like to be in a
dim light.

Yes, sir. And I like to have it quiet.

Yes, sir. And with reasonable solitude.
Now, the kitchen's in there.

Whatever you say.

Sir?

Delivery, man.

Our thing's in the Hall of the Mountain
King this fine morning.

What happened to old lady Farmer? She
finally get fed up and take off?

Thanks. You're welcome.

Don't you ever knock?

What, that low?

You're like I can handle a doorknob.

What happened to your foot?

Accident. No kidding?

Hey, are you okay? You look kind of...
Fine, thank you. Now, if you'll excuse

me. Excuse you?

Man, you don't even talk like yourself.

Are you sure you're okay?

Positive.

I think you're wanted outside.

What are you trying to get rid of me
for? I'm only calling your attention.

you're not, Jimmy.

How long do you expect me to keep my...
Oh.

Mr. Duffy?

That's right.

I'm Jim Peters from down at the grocery
store.

Sorry for barging in on you like this.

I've only got a certain time for making
deliveries. All right, Hop, let's go.

Now, wait a minute, sir.

I'm talking to Mr. Duffy.

Hop, I'd like to see you. No!

Now, first you keep me waiting half a
day, and then when I come in to see

keeping you, then you try to throw me
out. No!

An apology would be more like it, I
think. You know something?

Every time I'm right, you shut me up.
And every time you're wrong, you yell

head off. Now, you want something to
think about, try that on for size.

I don't know if he's like that with you.

His mother and I, we can't seem to talk
to him.

Now, I'm not saying it's your fault.

But maybe if you let him spend less time
here... He can spend no time here. If

you wish, we can always cancel the
groceries.

Well, it was nice meeting you.

Did you get everything?

What are you talking about?

Nosy females make me itch. I'm going out
for a while.

How? On my flying carpet. What did you
think?

Good afternoon.

Afternoon.

You know a young fella named Jimmy
Peters?

Jimmy Peters?

He knows better than to come in here.

His father'd kill him. Thought you might
have noticed him going by.

No.

I'll have a drink. Bourbon.

Water or rocks?

Just bring the bottle.

Say, uh...

You're Duffy, huh?

Mr. Duffy.

Okay, okay. I just want to say that
fellow back there is looking for you.

I wouldn't tell him where you live
because I know you didn't like visitors.

Well, thanks for that at least.

But you've blown it now.

Carlton Duffy?

My name's Logan.

Hank Logan.

Hope I'm not intruding. You are. Don't
sit down.

You see, I came up here especially to
talk to you.

You see, I own a little gallery in La
Jolla, Henri's.

And I've always wanted at least one
Duffy.

So I thought I'd come to you and ask. At
least your taste is in the right place.

But I hope you're a better businessman
than you are a driver.

What do you mean? You almost ran me down
a few minutes ago.

I'm sorry. I thought there was plenty of
room.

You couldn't have come closer if you
had.

Now you can sit down.

Now, tell me about yourself.

Hey, isn't that old man Duffy?

Yeah.

So what?

So I want to meet him.

He's far out.

I just wasn't getting anywhere, so I
decided to come to see you.

Here I am.

Yeah?

Here you are.

Hey, like I'm here too, you know.

So I know.

So, ask me to sit down.

Why?

I dig you.

That's good enough. Sit down.

Why don't we continue our conversation
tonight?

We've come to dinner.

Thank you, Mr. Duck.

Don't be late.

I won't, sir. I won't. 7 .30.

7 .30.

Thank you very much.

Would you like to tell me what you think
you are doing?

You know, playing sitting duck is one
thing.

But doing it where anybody can shoot you
or slip a knife into you.

Decoy does no good packed away in a
closet.

He's got to be out in the open.

And you forget the possibility of
putting something in my drink.

No, I didn't.

How much of that have you had?

Enough to make Duffy's reputation.

Now, what about our suspects?

Still only three.

Bill Jackson, 24.

Medium height and build.

Brown hair and eyes.

He took off a few days ago without
telling anybody where.

He's the one whose wife... I remember.

Any pictures?

No.

Then Alec Knight.

35, 6 '1", lean build.

The one with the daughter.

He also just picked up and left.

And you know what?

I've been sitting with a very good
description of him.

That's a silly question.

Now, the third?

Lucy Mann, 35.

Could be your housekeeper.

My housekeeper?

Well, how do you think we knew where you
were?

I mean, she told us you'd come down this
way. And she wasn't exactly heartbroken

that you'd left.

She's a replacement.

Name's Felice Evans.

There's her license number.

And look up the regular housekeeper.

A Mrs. Farmer. See if she really has the
flu.

So, we could have two out of three.

Or maybe three out of three.

Oh, hey, man, nobody's putting you on.
It's my old lady with him right now. You

want to talk to him? Come on, I'll
introduce you.

Wait, are you sure he won't mind? You
coming or are you going to talk it to

death?

Hey, are you going to spend a whole day
worshipping at your guru's feet?

Mr. Duffy, this loud mouth is in.

Loud is right.

This guy says he came all the way here
just to talk to the great Duffy, but he

don't know Duffy from shoe polish. Even
when I pointed you out, he still wasn't

sure. I never said that I knew you, just
that I came here to see you.

Why?

Well, I'm a art student, and I thought I
might learn something from you. Maybe

we can learn something from each other.

Come to the house tonight, 7 .30. Sure,
yeah.

Dinner. Hey, how about me?

Don't be ridiculous.

Yeah, how about me?

You can take care of the bill.

Now, hold still, will you?

Look, I'm trying to study a little quiet
would be appreciated.

You can wave law books in front of me
all day and night, but it won't impress

one bit.

Well, you'd be impressed if I threw one
at you.

I'm impressed that you're pretending to
read.

What is it?

Extradition rights and precedents. You
having a test?

Tomorrow.

I suppose I might as well exercise my
brain.

I set one of those precedents myself,
you know.

H -212.

You notice the landscape.

The dimension of the leaves would have
been lost without the underlay of jetto

and the many layers of glaze.

You see what I mean?

Of course.

It gives it great texture.

No other technique would have worked.

What do you think, Miss Evans?

I think it's a horror, but I'm no
expert. I just know what I like. Know

like, yeah.

Dinner will be ready in five minutes.

Well, just time for another knock. Help
yourselves.

Okay.

Tell me, Mr. Logan, how did you get into
the gallery business?

Well, I've always been a nut about art.

Just couldn't afford to collect.

I'd like your opinion of something I
started to work on this afternoon.

Notice anything about this technique?

Your yellows make it seem to come to
life with real sunlight.

That's true.

But the technique, same as always?

Unmistakably yours.

Mr. Newell.

Exactly what are you doing up here? You
know absolutely nothing about technique,

style, or art form.

You wouldn't know a gouache from a
jigsaw puzzle.

What's your excuse, Mr. Logan? You're
not a gallery owner. You don't even know

the basics.

Now, who are you, and what do you want
up here?

Dad!

Dinner, gentlemen.

Lost your appetite? Sit down, sit down.

Listen, I don't really think that little
theme back there was necessary, calling

me a phony. If I'm wrong, I'll
apologize.

All right, then I'll give it to you
straight out.

I'm a guy looking for a safe place to
stay. I need to stay out of the open for

while. Police?

Draft board.

Why my place? Oh, come on, come on. You
have guys stay here all the time on

their way to Canada. You know that for
sure?

Yeah, it's on the grapevine. Why didn't
you say so?

Now, you ain't the easiest man to get
alone.

What do you have to contribute to this
little therapy session, Mr. Logan?

What are you, Duffy?

Frustrated detective?

The point is, what are you?

Nothing.

That's a word. Nothing. Nobody.

Wouldn't even have it made in Tahiti. No
gallery in La Jolla.

Or anywhere else.

You see, I thought that if I could
handle one of your canvases, I'd pick up

commission on it. A con artist.

Is that what you're really saying?

Hey, thanks for nothing.

Someday, somebody's going to close that
big mouth of yours, Tuffy.

You're going to be wasted.

Would those be your sentiments too, Mr.
Newell? Can I say?

No way.

You know, I really, uh... I really
thought I was non -violent.

I really did.

Really did.

I really did.

You're one of the most gracious hosts
I've ever seen.

How many have you seen, Miss Evans?

Housekeeper with manicured, polished
nails, smooth hands, well -groomed hair.

Don't start on me.

You're the only one left.

Join the group, Miss Evans.

Just who are you?

I am a woman whose husband walked out
and left her with a desk full of unpaid

bills, and I'm doing the only thing I
know how, keeping house.

But if you're a sample of what I have to
put up with... You've made your point.

Point. You got yourself another slave.

Yeah.

Now, at this moment... Every day's pay
coming.

Keep it.

I'd pay you to get out of here.

All right, Ed. Nobody checks out.

There's no record of Matt Newell as an
art student anywhere in or around San

Francisco, and Hank Logan doesn't own
any art gallery in La Jolla.

What about Mrs. Farmer, the housekeeper?

I'm still working on her. She's dropped
out of sight.

Do you know that license number you gave
us? Yes.

It's a rented car from a Tiburon agency.

Chief, let's call it off and get you
back here.

Too late for that.

Pot's already boiling.

Night, Ed.

Now listen.

I was right.

Yes, you were right.

Jimmy, don't run.

You're in no danger.

I'm not afraid.

Then why through the kitchen?

Why the masquerade?

Where's Duffy? I can't tell you that.

Jimmy, it should be obvious to you that
I couldn't

attempt this masquerade without Duffy's
cooperation.

Now, if you're fond of him... If you
care for him, as I believe you do, you

have to trust me.

Duffy wouldn't leave here, not of his
own free will. Because of his sight?

What do you know about that?

What I know is that he's in danger, that
he's unable to cope with it, that I'm

coping with it in his place.

I also know if you say anything about
this to anyone, you're no

friend. You load the dice pretty good.

But you haven't given me any reason to
trust you. Nor can I.

But somehow, listening to what you said
to your father this afternoon, I thought

you'd understand. I thought I could
level with you. Level, huh?

You know, that's one of your people's
favorite words.

I want to level with you, son. Man to
man.

Come on.

That's a put -down.

You don't want to level. You just want
to give orders.

You know, I...

I've never had a son, so I can't say
that I know how you feel or how your

feels.

Now, do you feel the people are really
trying to hurt you or that in their own

way they're trying to help you? Don't
you trust them? I might.

If they'd let me get... You can't
rationalize it, Jimmy. You either have

it or you don't.

Mrs. Mann.

Duffy? Robert Ironside, San Francisco
Police.

The numbers game is over, Mrs. Mann.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Life was over for me.

A long time ago.

I know about your son.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Such a comfortable word.

I wonder how sorry those people are who
gave a man the chance to destroy my

child.

Give me back my child!

Have any of these murders given you back
your son?

Can mine?

It can help me to forget.

It can ease the pain.

Mrs. Mann, I know how you must feel.

You know how?

How do you know what it is to carry a
child alive and warm beneath your heart

and then to watch him the first time he
sees?

And he loves and he laughs and he talks.
He was all I had.

They let him be destroyed and now you're
protecting them?

I will accept your apology in my own
way!

E! R!

And Mrs. Mann admitted she tricked
Duffy's housekeeper into leaving.

Sent her a wire about an illness in the
family back east. The confession was

obtained with a rubber truncheon, no
doubt.

Well, the great Duffy.

They say I should thank you for saving
my life. I think not.

But I suppose you have done the art
world a favor.

No, Jeff.

Nevertheless.

One thing has nothing to do with
another.

So?

Of course.

And rest assured, your secret is safe
with us. What secret? That the crusty

recluse uses insults and rudeness to
mask the fact that he's a marshmallow

it comes to growing boys or anyone else
with a problem.

You're a smart aleck, Robert T.

All the world hates a smart aleck.

So I'm going to give you the message I
told Jimmy I wouldn't give you. He's

he trusted me. You should be grateful he
did not.

The reason he hung around the cabin last
night was that he didn't believe a word

you said.

Sanger, reread chapter nine. You're
still shaky on that one.

Oh, hello, Duffy. Hello and goodbye.

Dennis, a man is judged by the company
he keeps.

You know, if that package is for us, we
will receive it most appreciatively.

Yes, this is for you.

Thank you.

And you may have that.

That's the bill for fire damage.

I'm surprised you didn't include rent.

We did, for two days. That's ridiculous.

You saved a man's life. Dennis, pay the
two days.