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Not yet, Chief. I'm sorry.

How'd you know I was calling?

I just took a wild guess.

And you have nothing at all on Victor
Arno? Chief, I checked out old

telephone numbers, friends, relatives,
and came up with a big fat zero.

At least he must have had a mother.

It's possible.

Did you know we have an escaped
prisoner?

Yes, I just heard it on the radio.

I don't see.

How two big detectives could manage to
lose one small criminal. Very simple.

small criminal had a big knife.

Well, the knife does make a sharp
difference.

I'll ignore that.

Have you heard from Ed? About 15 minutes
ago. Nothing to report.

No one's made a move to pick up that
heroin.

Sorry.

All right. You might as well call it a
day. See you in the morning.

Thank you very much. You're quite
welcome.

Oh!

I'm sorry, but we're closed.

Oh?

May I help you?

I wanted to sit by Byron's side.

Oh, well, the chief won't be in for some
time. But I'm on his staff.

I'm sure I can help you.

I'm afraid not. I'll be seeing him
personally in the morning.

I'd be glad to take a message.

Well,

I have to talk to him personally.

It would lose in the translation.

You're not trying to sell him a life
insurance policy, are you?

No, no.

I was hoping he may recommend some for
me, though.

Well, could you come in the office? I'll
try and get in touch with him. I'd

appreciate that.

Hey,

let her go. You just stay put, mister.
Stay put.

I said let her go. You're hurting her.
No, I'm not. Go on. Tell him I'm not

hurting you.

I'm all right.

Just keep your cool.

No, I couldn't have said that better
myself.

How about you? Oh, I'm... I'm cool.

You got a car?

Yeah, I got a car. Low?

Yeah, close.

Okay.

Now, here's what we're going to do.

You're going to parade us out of here.
You're going to lead the way, and I'm

going to walk with her.

What's your name?

Officer Belding.

I'm going to walk with Officer Belding,
baby.

I'm going to walk with my arm around her
because I like her better than I like

you. And we're going to go straight to
your car.

And if it isn't there, then you better
say goodbye to Officer Belding, baby,

because it's the last thing she's going
to hear.

Can you dig it? Oh, yeah, I'd dig it.

Perfectly. Okay, now take out your
wallet.

Slow.

Take out the money and put it on the
stove.

Are you all right? Much better condition
than he is.

You know, you handle yourself very well.

I guess it must have worked.

Say, what's this all about? Who's he?

Name's Murata.

An escaped prisoner.

I don't know when or how he got in here.

But the boys will be very glad to see
him.

Give you a very dangerous life, can't
you?

Can you cope like a gentleman?

Thank you.

And the same to you.

They'll be dancing in the halls when I
tell them.

You know, you'll get a medal in your
picture in the paper.

Oh, hang up.

What? I'm sorry, I... I don't want my
picture in the papers.

All right.

We'll settle for a medal and a firm
handshake from the commissioner.

Yeah. Wait!

You wanted to talk to the chief.

Yeah, but, um...

I changed my mind.

I'm going to have one more try on my
own.

What's your name?

So I can tell Chief Ironside.

He'll want to know who did this.

I'll tell him you did. No, I can't. Hey,
look, tomorrow morning, first thing,

I'll call you and I will straighten out
everything. I promise.

So am I. Will you sign my autograph of
wit?

Would you please keep still? I will not.
If I want to be proud of you, I'll be

proud. Me too.

I didn't do anything.

She didn't do anything. Just captured a
dangerous criminal all by a sweet little

self. That's not true.

It was, it was pure luck.

Well, whatever it was, you deserve an
official commendation.

Here.

All right, Fran, what's the problem?

What's the problem? She's had a long,
rough day, Chief. You forget she's a

young, sensitive girl. She's not a
young, sensitive girl. She's a trained

policewoman. Well, that's a nice,
compassionate attitude.

It's not an attitude. It's a statement
of fact. Now, stop crying, Fran, and

that's an order.

I'm sorry.

I just haven't done anything right
today.

You are not alone.

I would like you to take some time off.

Get down to the beach and build a few
sandcastles.

Or go to the mountains and build a
snowman.

But don't come back here in the morning,
and that's another order. But, Chief...

I'm glad we agree.

You go on, Mark.

Take Fran home. Right on home.

Hey, Fran, congratulations.

I just heard.

Just being a woman.

If I had a day like she did, I'd be
dancing.

Which you are obviously not.

Standing around on a dock for three
hours is hard on the feet.

If your feet hurt, why don't you sit
down?

No activity at the ship at all?

No. The stevedore's moving on and off,
but nobody carrying 60 kilos of heroin.

Chief, the ship sails tomorrow. How much
longer are we going to wait?

What do you suggest, Sergeant?

Move aboard.

Take the ship apart. We know it's there.
And if we find it, what do we have?

Sixty kilos of heroin. But not Victor
Arno.

He's found himself a hole.

The sixty keys will bring him out, Ed.
We've heard it all over town. Mr. Arno

said in a few days Mr. Arno promised Mr.
Arno was going to deliver.

He needs that shipment.

Twenty million dollars is a lot of bait.

The nail Arno.

It's worth every cent.

And what about the delivery?

Good. It's my last, and I want it to be
my best.

Mark, while you're up, would you get me
some more coffee, please?

Sure.

No more than I expected.

Who's relieving you?

Okay, I'll check you later.

All quiet on the waterfront.

Mm -hmm.

They're loading cargo.

That's something we don't have to worry
about.

Chief, we're running out of time. Ed,
Victor Arno is at the bottom of the

hourglass. If you want my opinion, I
don't believe there is a man named Arno.

Somebody's supplying the pushers in the
area. Yeah, and so well they're getting

rich.

What would you do if you started to make
a lot of money, Ed?

Is that supposed to be a joke? New
clothes, a car, better quarters?

Just thinking about those things costs
more than I can afford.

Here's a list of realtors specializing
in luxury apartments.

Maybe you can find a pusher who just
moved his mother into a nice place.

That's pretty far.

It's going to take a lot of legwork.

Get a replacement for Fran to go with
you.

I thank you, my legs thank you.

Maybe I can get Bill Murray.

He's a lot of laughs.

Hey, uh... Chief, what about me? I could
help.

Yeah, you and Murray. A lot of ground to
cover.

Chief, may I make a suggestion about
that?

Yeah, speak up.

Ed, it's obvious that you haven't met
Officer Alexanders yet.

Officer Alexanders has just been
transferred from the Potrero Division.

And? Officer Alexanders' first name
is... Peggy. Ah, so.

And Peggy is... Devery.

Halvery. A dollish. She's a dollish
doll.

Uh, Chief, is it all right if I request
her? I don't care if you request Lassie.

Just so this dollish doll is efficiently
efficient.

Mark, you are a real friend.

Yeah, that's the truth.

Would the president of the Lonely Hearts
Club and the love -starved Sergeant

Brown get out of here and get to work?
Yes, sir.

Officer Peggy Alexander.

Officer Peggy Alexander.

You've already said that. Are you just
going to keep repeating Officer Peggy

Alexander? Doll, doll, doll is more
appropriate.

I have to admit she's a lot prettier
than Officer Bill Murray.

Thank you. I think. You're welcome, I'm
sure.

Well, is somebody going to fill me in?
You know, I think that's already been

taken care of. Okay, okay.

Let's get down to business.

Polly, what are we doing? We're trying
to find a dope supplier.

But it's going to take a lot of legwork.

Have you ever seen anybody better
equipped for the job?

You just want to help us. Well, Ed, you
know me, pal. Oh, yeah, I know you. You

drive.

Dennis, I'm very well aware that the
ship is sailing today.

Ed's kept me informed.

No, I don't intend to change my plans.
Why?

All right. I'll see you later this
afternoon.

Well, what are you doing here?

Well, I got lonesome.

Were there any calls?

There were several.

What kind did you have in mind?

A kind of a personal one.

For me.

I don't recall any for you, Fran.

You know, I really wanted you to take a
few days off.

Chief, all I needed was a good night's
sleep.

Anything interesting happen?

Yes. I had ham this morning instead of
bacon.

Where is Mark? With Ed and Officer
Alexander.

Oh, Chief, do you mind if I call them?

Mark may have answered the phone and
taken a message for me.

This call must be very important to you.

Oh, it is.

You see, I, um... I met someone and...

Well, he promised to call.

Today seems to be my day for romance.

Maybe that's your Mr. Someone.

Chief Ironside's office.

May I ask who's calling?

Hold on, please.

Mrs. Kenneth Griffin says she knows you.

Yes.

Hello, Mrs. Griffin. How are you? Very
well. Thank you, Chief.

It's been a long time.

Certainly has.

How's Kent?

Fine.

When are you going to let him out to
play poker again?

A year is long enough for a honeymoon.

He's his own man, Chief.

Of course, and if I were in his shoes,
I'd stay pretty close to home, too.

Chief.

Yes?

Have you seen Ken?

No, not in weeks.

He didn't come to see you last night?

He said he wanted to.

No.

Of course, I was out for part of the
evening, but I didn't hear from him, and

one came to see me.

Ms. Griffin, is something wrong?

Well, I...

This is so ridiculous. I feel like some
silly little girl.

I've been exposed to that problem
lately.

Well, there may be some explanation.

But... But what?

What?

Ken never came home last night.

I'm so worried.

Look, Chief, I'm suddenly very
embarrassed.

Now, if you think he's in any trouble...
No.

No, no, he isn't. I can't believe that.

Chief?

Forgive me.

Mrs. Griffin?

Angela?

Trouble? I don't know.

You go ahead and make your call to Mark.
Tell him I could use his services back

here. If he can tear himself away from
Officer Alexander.

Any luck?

I think so.

Does the name Kitty Ornell strike a
familiar note? Kitty Ornell?

She sublet a penthouse in that
apartment. She's Sid Netto's girl and

pushing... Late, late, late, Sergeant.

She's Victor Arno's old lady.

Arno? You sure?

Absolutely. I worked on a case involving
her ex -roommate. She babbled a lot.

Seems that Kitty used to move out on her
every time Arno was in the money and

move back in every time he was in jail.
It's as if he's very prosperous at the

moment. I'll say.

If you want to find him, the way to his
heart is through Kitty's new penthouse.

Peggy, I have a feeling the chief is
going to give you a shiny gold star to

paste in your book. How about that? How
about that?

Don't we have to wait for Mark?

He got an emergency call from Chief
Ironside.

It was a big emergency, but I'll do my
best to fill in.

Gee, it wasn't necessary for you to come
all the way out here to see me.

Oh, I was in the neighborhood and you
did sound upset on the phone.

Overly dramatic, you mean.

Ken probably ran into a good poker game
last night. He wouldn't leave if he were

winning. Or losing.

I'm so sorry I made that foolish phone
call to you.

You have more serious things to deal
with than to bother with me.

No bother.

On the phone you said Ken wanted to see
me. Do you know why?

No.

No, he just mentioned casually that he
thought he might drop by to talk to you

when he left yesterday.

Maybe he wanted to get back into your
poker game.

Do you play poker, Ms. Griffin?

No. I do.

And I'm calling your bluff.

My bluff? You're trying to hide
something from me. Ken is in trouble.

All right.

I am worried.

Ken is in trouble.

What kind?

Money. He's been losing a lot of money
lately.

Gambling? Gambling, bad investments.

Everything.

I have money, Chief.

I was perfectly willing to help, but he
was too proud.

He insisted on doing it himself.

Getting out of debt, you mean?

I could see it was impossible.

He began to associate with strange
people.

He had all kinds of secret meetings and
phone calls he didn't want me to

overhear. And yesterday, something must
have happened. He was more upset than

ever. More desperate.

What did he do? What did he say?

Well, it wasn't exactly what he said. It
was the way he spoke.

I have the feeling he's ready to kill
himself.

We'll put out an APB and start looking
for him right away.

Do you have any recent photograph we
could use?

Will this one do?

Yeah.

Well, did you get your phone call?

No.

You know, if you'll refuse my orders to
go build sandcastles or snowmen, then at

least make yourself useful.

Missing persons report.

Kenneth Griffin, male, Caucasian, weight
about 170, height 6 feet 1, eyes brown,

hair brown.

Well? It's my phone call.

You're Mr. Somebody? Yes.

Where'd you meet him?

Right here.

I better tell you about it.

I wish I told you about it before.

I have a terrible feeling that I wish
you had, too.

This is Kitty Ornell's penthouse.

Full terrace and a $1 ,500 view of the
bay.

I want the building staked out around
the clock. Get hold of Carly and set it

up. What about inside?

There's a switchboard. Well? I was just
thinking.

Officer Alexander is still assigned to
us.

Good idea.

Hey, Chief, I could help out, too.

I appreciate your dedication, Mark, but
I don't need you with me.

I'll check with you later.

Chief, don't you have anything for me to
do? Officer Belding, you have bought

your own particular case. You can
concentrate on that.

Yes, sir.

Web 3, how? Good afternoon.

9B, just a minute.

Really?

He used to do crossword puzzles, too.

He always got stuck.

Are you stuck?

As a matter of fact, I am. I tell you
what, if the party turns out to be a

I'll come back down and help you.

You got a deal.

Are you going up to the penthouse? No,
is there a party up there?

I think so.

Oh, no, I'm going to 8A.

I don't know anybody in the penthouse,
so I wasn't invited.

I don't know anybody in 8A either, but I
will.

That's all.

Hey, Carl.

Yeah, it's not a penthouse.

Either a lady just threw me a curve or
somebody's coming down.

Hang on, I'll check with Bailey on the
roof.

Hello, Ed.

Kitty Arnell just left.

Right, stand by.

Well, she's on her way out. Yellow
convertible, license 123 QAB.

123 QAB, yellow convertible.

I've got her, Ed.

Nothing for missing persons, nothing on
APB.

He's just dropped out of sight.

First Arno, now Griffin. We sure are
losing a lot of people these days.

Why do you suppose he changed his mind?

He was so anxious to talk to you at
first.

If I knew that, I'd probably know where
he is right now.

Chief, aren't you going to fire me for
not telling you he was here?

Or at least... punch me in the nose, I
think I'd feel better. It's an

interesting choice.

As soon as I have some time, I'll think
about it and let you know.

Chief Einstein's office.

Yes, Commissioner?

Tell him I'm at sea.

Uh, yes, sir.

He says as soon as you anchor, he'd like
to have a word with you, personally.

A word?

That'll be the day.

Thank you.

not asking too much of you, Bob. I just
want to be brought up to date.

When people ask me questions, there's no
way to answer their questions without

having been given the answers to their
questions well before time. Now, Bob, of

course you understand that.

I surely do, Dennis.

Well, then, what's the question?

What are you doing?

Why haven't you tried to find that
heroin?

I told you when I took this assignment I
wanted Arno more.

But you may lose. I think I have a
chance now.

Arno's lady friend just went aboard the
ship.

She wasn't carrying any luggage, so my
guess is she's going to a farewell

Yes, that's very interesting.

I thought you'd think so.

Maybe more interesting if she leaves the
ship with luggage.

Yes.

It's for you, Fran.

Yes, Fran?

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to
handle it. There's a break in the Arno

All right.

Now you keep me posted.

I thought you were going to drop
everything and concentrate on Arno. This

came up. A friend of mine disappeared.

Highway patrol found his car at the
beach.

His clothes near the waterline.

Probably the man went swimming.

Very few people go swimming with their
clothes on. Dennis, his clothes have

there since early this morning.

Mr. Dolan, I'm Officer Belding.

Mighty pleased, ma 'am, Officer.

You saw that car here earlier this
morning.

Uh -huh. Yeah, real early. That's the
time I come fishing. Sometimes I'm here

sunrise to sunset.

Gets me out of the house, you know. And
Mr.

Griffin's clothes, you found them just
lying there on the beach? Yeah, just

he stood there. Took them off and
dropped them.

Same as I do with mine.

According to my old lady, she's always
complaining I don't pick up. things. You

know, nag, nag, nag.

Uh, Mr. Dolan, this wallet was inside
your pants pocket?

That's right. That's how I knowed who he
was. Credit cards, driver's license, no

money. Well, whatever was in that wallet
is still there.

I didn't take any money. I may be a
pretty miserable guy, but I am honest.

I'm sure you are.

Well, Mr. Dolan, I want to thank you for
being so helpful.

I'd appreciate it if you stayed around
for a while.

Just in case you think of something that
might help us. Sure.

Much rather stay here and watch you
anyway than go home.

My wife now, she is really miserable.

What are you going to do next?

Well, we're going to look for Mr.

Griffin.

And we hope we don't find him.

Chief, I thought you had to concentrate
on your new case.

Nothing to concentrate on right now. We
seem to have run into a blind alley.

Nothing here either.

But at least that leaves some hope. Not
much.

The tide's been in and out twice since
this morning.

Mark. Chances are against finding his
body, Fran. We can't dredge the whole

ocean. He didn't commit suicide. I just
know it.

He wasn't that type of man.

You can't believe it either, can you?

He was a friend. I have to believe
facts.

And you don't have any right now. But I
do have an unpleasant job to do.

He's dead.

That's what you're trying to say, isn't
it, Chief? You know he's dead. We found

some clothes and a wallet.

I had to report that to you.

But nobody.

Ken was swimming at that beach every
morning.

He wouldn't have just drowned.

He did what he said he was going to do.
Ken seldom threw in his hand until he

saw that last card played.

Now, frankly, I don't believe he's the
suicide type.

What do you believe?

He's still alive?

I prefer to go on that assumption, yes,
until proven otherwise.

It would help if I knew why he came to
my office last night.

I don't know.

I told you he just casually mentioned he
might go to see you. Which he did.

I wasn't there, but he did talk to
Officer Belding, and he told her he was

looking for more life insurance.

Would you have any idea what he meant by
that?

No.

He also mentioned he was going to have
one more try on his own.

Does that tell you anything?

It did.

I know it.

Please, leave me alone.

Please. Please.

All right, everyone, move back. Move
back. Give him room.

Move back.

Move back.

It wasn't Ken Griffin.

It was this man, Mr. Arno.

Well, I guess that wraps it up.

Seems that way.

Now, the next question is, where is Ken
Griffin?

All right, Todd.

Yes, Miss Alexander.

Kitty Ornell just made a call to 673
-7097.

An answering service.

673 -7097. The message was real short.

Mr. Arno will be there sometime after
midnight.

Thank you, Miss Alexander.

Well, we have another question.

Will the real Victor Arno please stand
up?

All right, all right. What about the
little club? I don't want to go there

either. The food's terrible.

All right, I give up. Now you make a
suggestion.

No, Lindsay, I want to go where you want
to go.

You feel like Italian food?

Anything you say.

Good, we'll go Italian.

Personally, I'm more in the mood for
Chinese, but I want you to be happy. Oh,

for Pete's sake, Della. Well, I'm only
trying to help. Would you rather go to

the little club?

I may kill myself.

I don't know why you make a production
about everything.

What are you doing here?

Jacobs, he's covering the front. I'd
like to be where the action is.

What are you talking about?

That same caterer was down at the Docks
this afternoon for a bon voyage party.

Right.

Thank you.

Blessings on computers.

Deluxe Caterers, a branch of
Consolidated Food Industries, owned by

Enterprises.

Help any? Great deal when you add the
fact that the phone service Kitty Arnell

called is also owned by Karate
Enterprises. Okay, but that still

who Victor Harno is.

Chief, this is nowhere.

Then it's high time we moved on to
somewhere. Stay at the phone. Contact me

soon as you hear from Ed.

Stuff's up there.

Be a great chance to grab it.

You know the chief's orders? You want to
break them?

You think I'm crazy?

What's with you? That wasn't Arnold.

No, but I've seen him somewhere.

Netto. Sid Netto. Used to be Kitty
Ornell's boyfriend.

I busted him about five, six years ago
for pushing.

What do you mean, used to be Kitty
Ornell's boyfriend?

Netto. Sid Netto.

He's up in Kitty Ornell's apartment.

Ed is sending by.

Okay, Fran, I'll tell him as soon as he
comes out.

But, Mark, um...

What's the chief doing in the bank at
this hour? All I know is he dragged the

manager out of bed and brought him down
here.

Why?

They're old poker -playing buddies.
Maybe the chief wanted a game of

Got what you were looking for?

Even more than I expected, Mark.

All right, side.

Netto was left with the shipment, Chief.

Ed and Reese are tailing him. All right.
I won't be back there. Tell Ed to

contact me directly.

Will do.

Hi.

About that life insurance misspelling.

We're tailing Netto, heading west on
Fulton, passing the Divisadero

intersection. My guess is he's heading
for one of the approaches to the Golden

Gate Bridge.

Yes, sir.

Like the man said, out.

He just left his car, but he didn't take
the heroin with him. All right.

Leave the car alone. Pick him up. I'll
take it from here.

I'm sorry we had to disturb you, Mrs.
Griffin.

It's all right. I wasn't able to sleep
anyway.

It's definite, isn't it?

The body you found, it was Ken.

No.

It was not Ken.

But his car.

His clothes.

Left behind deliberately, I believe.

He took the clothes and the car of the
man whose body we found.

A John Rogers.

You recognize that name?

No. You recognize the name of Sid Netto?
Who are they? Dope pushers with long

records?

Now, you said Ken had been associating
with certain strangers.

Well, not people like that.

No, I'd never believe that.

Mrs. Griffin, you were first married to
Val Karate, were you not?

And you inherited his business
enterprises when he died?

Yes. Did Ken take any part in those
enterprises?

Yes, I gave him a position.

I didn't mean that the way it sounds. I
thought that Ken would be very good for

the company. And was he? He was
excellent. I don't understand this,

What do all these questions have to do
with Ken's disappearance?

I happen to be investigating another
disappearance of a man named Arno.

Arno? One of the biggest heroin
suppliers in the city.

Heroin?

Suppliers? Are you trying to tell me
that Ken is mixed up with that kind of

filth? How dare you accuse...

I thought you were dead.

Don't talk.

Don't talk. I'll call my attorney.

We'll be able to work out something
somehow.

Just don't say anything.

No use, love.

It's all over now.

What happened to you, Ken?

Someone tried to kill me.

And I... I killed him.

Then I went. I wanted to hide. Hide from
what? I think you know by now, Bob.

Ken.

Please. We have two canceled checks for
$5 ,000 apiece signed by you, Ken, made

out to Kitty Arnell. Do you recognize
them?

Ken, don't admit anything.

The police have no right to go into your
bank account. We always have the right

in case of suicide, Mrs. Griffin.

And that's what you were counting on,
wasn't it? Me? That's not my signature.

Nothing about those. Of course you
don't.

No more than you know about the car down
the block with 60 kilos of heroin in

the trunk.

But you know about that, don't you, Mrs.
Griffin? I'm sure we'll find a

duplicate set of keys here in the house
somewhere.

You're mad.

You're mad. First you accused my
husband, and now you're accusing me. I

accused your husband. You did.

You knew what he wanted to tell me last
night, so you had to get rid of him and

Victor Arno.

A suicide would have accomplished both.
But you said Arno was the man you

wanted. The man I could never find.

Because he never existed.

R for Rogers, N for Netto, O for Ornell,
and A for Angela.

A -R -N -O.

Ken.

Help me.

I wanted to, Ange.

Even last night I wanted to.

But no more.

Will you at least give me the time to
change?

All the time you need.

I'm sorry, Ken.

And again, I wish to thank the board.
for their blah, blah, blah and deeply

regret that I'm unable to blah, blah,
blah.

Most sincerely, blah.

All right. All right. Now, where is it?

Where's what?

Now, I know I'm going to sound like one
of the three bears, but somebody's been

in my closet and my new suit is gone.

What are you talking about, Mark? What
do you mean, what am I talking about? I

am talking about my new suit, the one I
was saving for a special occasion.

Peggy Alexander occasion?

Yeah, that's right.

Now, Ed, I am betting that you are the
clown.

Now, where is it? I haven't the
slightest idea.

It was brown, wasn't it, with a narrow
stripe?

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Murata took it.

You mean you let him have my new suit?

Well, Mark, he didn't consult me.

Oh, wow.

Chief, that was the most beautiful...
Mark, we'll get it back for you.

Fran, make a note for me to call the
warden.

Man, it better be in perfect condition.

If he damaged it... Sue him, Mark. You
can always sue him.