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Chief Borden? That's right.

Brown? Yes.

Drop your belly.

How do you do? Miss Bellamy, is the boat you called about? That's it. What

happened to her?

Can't say yet. Found her drifting off Angel Island. Just took her and took

There was nobody aboard?

Barely. Let's have a look.

Could be fish blood.

There's a bullet hole.

The lab will pin it.

The anchor's gone!

The line's been cut.

Well, I've read about them.

But I never thought I'd see one.

Certainly not right in the middle of the bay.

What?

A ghost ship.

Charlie Elton.

Bosses the rackets in Seattle. Starting to expand into Vancouver.

What's he doing down here?

Vacation.

Living in a 175 -a -day suite at the Bay Towers.

All right, Mark.

Sal Rieger.

Border rackets. San Diego and Tijuana.

Also on vacation.

His children?

His grandson's. He brought the whole family.

Remember Mike Farrell from L .A.? I should.

I had a hand in putting him away.

Well, he's outside now, and he's back in business.

A new business.

Porno movie house and topless bars.

No mistaking him.

Eddie Caldwell.

Yeah, and from Reno and Vegas.

That's it.

Thank you, Mark.

All these gentlemen just happened to be visiting San Francisco at the same time.

We've had them under 24 -hour surveillance, and we've had court

taps. Not one of them has tried to contact any of the others.

Something's going on, something big. I can taste it.

That's why I want you to take over.

Of course.

Keep me current in all movements.

And I'd like to study whatever phone tapes you've made up to date. I've had

sent over. I'll get them for you right now.

Dennis.

You haven't been counting your chickens, have you? Why, Bob, would I call you a

chicken?

Okay, Miss Belly, she's all yours. Thanks a bunch. Good luck.

Did you reach Debbie?

No. She has some morning classes.

But what could she tell us anyway?

A friend.

She and Jerry are engaged.

Presumably they talked to each other. Presumably he mentioned what kind of

charter he had yesterday.

And you're burning on a short fuse in more than presumably.

I'm sorry. This is the beginning of bug me.

A charter.

How do you know he went out on a charter yesterday?

The log.

It was docked at 1430 at half past two.

Anything else in the log?

Name of his passenger, Sam Blount.

Passed the Golden Gate at 1520.

Last entry.

So, he took the dancing doll out to sea and had some kind of accident.

This is weird.

Really weird.

I find this entire situation difficult to explain.

Now, you both left this morning to go on a fishing trip.

I might even say bribed me into letting you go with a promise of a fish dinner

tonight. All you come back with is a story about a ghost ship.

And a case.

A case.

We reported it in, got the SID team there. It's our baby now.

I see.

Well, we happen to have another baby sergeant left on our doorstep by the

commissioner himself.

The possibility of a little Appalachia right here in San Francisco.

Now, which orphan needs more nursing care?

It's someone from Harbor Division to take over. On the other hand, this Jerry

Denton is an old friend of yours, isn't he?

Yeah, we were in the Marines together.

The commissioner's next budget hearing,

I'd hate to justify a staff as big as this if it couldn't handle more than one

case at a time.

All right.

From the beginning, you and Fran were going out on the dancing doll at nine

morning. And the boat wasn't at the pier. We thought Jerry went to refuel or

some fresh bait.

When he didn't show up by ten o 'clock, we got worried, called the Coast Guard.

They reported a derelict. The description matched the dancing doll, so

when they brought it in.

And you found a missing anchor?

and a bloodstain.

Any ideas, Chief? No questions based on an assumption.

Bullet holes, something illegal.

So where does a boat fit in?

Smuggling? Sneaking someone out of the country? No.

You're very positive.

I know Jerry.

That boat, his business, it's his whole life.

He wouldn't do anything to spoil it or lose it.

That could be said about anybody.

When he first got out of the service, he ran into some bad luck.

Made a mistake.

He served time. He can't afford another mistake.

Obviously. But the closest thing to a fact we have is that someone was shot

probably dumped overboard.

Now, who?

Jerry or his charter passenger?

And what happened to the one who pulled the trigger?

If we only knew where to begin.

How about the marinas? Check all the boat owners?

Maybe somebody saw the dancing doll yesterday or last night.

It's a long stretch trying to find a witness.

You've got a witness.

You've got the boat.

She wasn't only on the scene, she was the scene.

All right.

Who's for a boat ride?

Mark.

Me.

Salt air will do you good.

What about the salt water?

You only have to worry about your natural.

Hurry up. We've got a couple of stops to make on the way. Yeah, the first one is

to get my jacket.

One thing, Ed, if you go out in the Dancing Doll, come back with her, will

please?

Okay, now we know how fast the Dancing Doll cruises and how long it takes her

burn a gallon of fuel.

There he topped off his tanks before he left.

Fuel expended, we can hear how many hours he ran his engine. Yeah, but what

you reckon?

One answer at a time, Mark.

We found her about here.

So if she drifted from the time that you say she could have gotten as far as

here, then now the current's pretty strong.

San Pablo Bay.

Thanks, Chief.

You're welcome.

Jerry told me he always came to you to find out where the fish were running.

he ask you yesterday?

Yes, sir. He's through.

All right.

Now, could you show me where you told him to fit?

All right,

thank you, sir.

I hate to say it, but my stomach tells me we got a house to witness.

And I took you for a natural -born sailor. Look, how much longer for the

Target?

Another 17 minutes.

Our witness isn't doing much talking.

We've got to wait. We wait much longer, I won't be able to listen.

Elaine. Hi.

Where's Debbie? Isn't she working today?

Oh, she's upstairs studying. The poor kid had an important test tomorrow

morning, so I told her I'd cover for her until we got busy.

Thanks, Elaine. Yeah.

Now that's what I call concentration.

Hi, Debbie, how are you? Fine, how are you? Good.

African cultures is part of my anthropology course. I have to know

about the Bambuti. The Bambuti.

They're little pygmies that live in the Congo rainforest.

What they eat, how they build their huts, with particular emphasis on their

puberty rights.

Getting close to that degree?

Yeah, it's one semester away.

And I hope I can last it. Jerry is starting to make little remarks. Like I

asleep on our dates.

When I get a chance to see him at all.

Have you heard from Jerry today?

No.

Wait a minute. You and Ed were going fishing with him, weren't you?

Yes.

What happened?

Weren't they biting?

Oh, the dancing dolls brought another leak.

No. No.

Debbie.

When did you hear from Jerry last?

Yesterday, yesterday early.

Oh, I could have killed him.

Oh? My night off.

Our first chance in a week to have a real date, you know, instead of a fast

of coffee. And he takes a charter.

A charter at night?

No, yesterday afternoon, but he said he'd be out late.

Jerry, he's in trouble.

The dancing doll was found drifting in the bay this morning with nobody aboard.

We don't know what happened yet, Debbie, so don't jump to conclusions.

But if nobody was on board... There could be any number of reasons.

That's what we're trying to find out now.

So think, Debbie.

Did Jerry tell you anything else yesterday?

I don't remember. I was mad. I didn't want him to take the charter.

And he said he had to.

Why?

Did he mention who his charter was? Anything about him? No, no, just

that he'd known years ago. Somebody on the... On the what?

It doesn't matter. I don't remember.

Debbie, tell me.

Somebody he knew on the inside.

Exactly as long as I supposed the doll came last night.

Just a second.

It was right about here that Jerry or somebody cut the engine.

And what now?

Now we drift, keep our eyes open.

Conspiracy to violate the man act.

Violation, white slavery, three counts.

Convicted.

Well, so much for Martin Tully from Phoenix.

Next.

Edward D. Caldwell, a .k .a. Speed Caldwell.

Age 41, born... Skip any vital statistics, I know him well.

Known associates?

Yeah.

Ambrose Amby Snyder, pit boss, casino manager, Papagayo in Las Vegas.

No police record.

Samuel Blount, number one enforcer.

Arrested, suspicion of murder.

What did you just say?

Arrested, suspicion of murder.

The name?

Samuel Blount.

Sam Blount.

Jerry Denton's charter.

And Jerry told Debbie he was somebody he knew inside.

Well, apparently we don't have two cases anymore.

We have just one.

Okay,

okay.

Shut her down.

Now come here, quick.

Your friend Jerry?

No. The other guy on the boat, then.

Only one way to find out.

No question about it.

It was weighted down with the anchor from the Dancing Doll.

And dumped overboard.

In shallow water, fortunately.

The anchor line was long enough for the body to reach the surface.

Just by drowning?

Gunshot. The lab is comparing this plug with the one found on the boat.

What about identification?

Nothing on him.

He's going through the routine now. But it could be the charter, San Blanc.

I suppose.

You suppose?

I think it can be more definite than that, Ed.

Yeah.

Same general description?

So until we get positive identification, we can assume the dead man is Sam

Blount. Okay, Sam Blount. What does that prove?

Nothing yet, obviously.

But it's odd how much your ghost witness has been able to testify to so far.

So you think Jerry shot Blount and threw him overboard, is that right? I don't

think anything yet.

But Jerry was the only other man aboard.

As far as we know.

Granted. But at the very least, he knows something about Sam Blount's death.

So if he's still alive, why hasn't he contacted you? Why is he hiding?

Chief, there could be any number of reasons for that. So far, we've only

across one that makes sense.

You have?

We checked on Jerry.

He's in trouble, Ed.

Debbie's been lending him money to get him through.

Sam Blount was from Las Vegas.

He probably was carrying a lot of cash with him. Oh, come on, come on, Chief.

Jerry is not that kind of guy.

He was once. Why not again?

What do you mean, once?

Are you conveniently forgetting the mistake that sent him up years ago?

Armed robbery at Filling Station?

Different thing. He was in trouble. He was desperate.

All right. How desperate is he now?

I have a phone call for you, Debbie. Oh, thank you.

Jerry. I've been so worried about you. Where are you? What the... Oh, honey, I

can't. The boss would fire me.

Oh, no.

All right.

All right, I'll be there as fast as I can.

Elaine.

Oh, hi, Fran.

I have to talk to Debbie. Isn't she here? Well, she had a phone call a

ago.

Oh.

It's funny, I guess she's gone upstairs.

Thanks. Yeah.

Debbie, where are you going?

Don't call me, will you?

We're busy.

Please. Your friend the policewoman's here. I can't talk to her right now.

Please help me, it's important.

And give me some money.

I need some cash.

She wasn't there.

She just left.

Didn't you tell her I was here? Yeah. And she left without changing. The phone

call got her all shook up.

You wouldn't know who it was from, would you?

No. Helene, tell me, was it Jerry?

I couldn't tell. Look, Miss Belden, I'm awful busy.

Why don't you come back later? I'm sure she'll only be gone a few minutes.

All right, I'll wait.

Okay, excuse me.

Chief Hindsight's office.

Mark, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all evening.

Sorry about that. We got a hurry -up call from a conference with the

commissioner.

It's Fran.

Fran, did you get that shipping information?

It's in the file on the dancing doll.

Thanks. Could you get any more out of Debbie?

No.

She ducked out on me right after she got a phone call.

I have a feeling it was from Jerry.

Sounds reasonable.

But she'll have to come back here. She didn't change her uniform and she left

her purse.

So I'm waiting for her, all right? Good idea.

Check with you later.

Right.

And?

All right.

Positive identification on sandblast. Fingerprints match.

These are pictures we have on her.

I wonder if he'd mean anything to Debbie.

Why should he?

I don't know a particular reason.

But she's been acting strangely.

Knows more than she's told us, I'm sure.

How about I take a look at this?

No. Oh, she's not home in bed, I assure you.

Fran's waiting for her to show up at the bar.

Fran will explain.

Whatever you say.

Later. If he gets any later, it'll be earlier.

The Inca queen.

Don't tell me.

It's got to be a Pullman car, racehorse, or ship, right?

One of the ships outside the Golden Gate last night.

A freighter out of Callao, Peru.

The cargo of fertilizer for Portland.

Well, that's advertised.

Peru.

Peru.

Lima. Yeah, that's where it is, all right.

Something in one of the Interpol bulletins about Lima.

Someone in Lima.

Two months ago, Mark. Maybe three.

Sorry. Well, we have the Interpol bulletins on file, don't we?

Yeah, anything more than a month old is on file and storage in the basement.

Fran is very efficient.

Yes, she is.

I'm certain you'll be equally as efficient in finding what we need.

Miss Dwyer, the lead.

Just a minute.

Yes? We'd like to ask you a few questions.

May I see your identification, please?

That was from Homicide.

What's this all about?

You know Jerry Denton?

Yes. He's wanted for questioning.

It's a murder charge.

Murder?

No, you're making a mistake, a terrible mistake.

Well, I'm not one to say that the police are always right, but that's the way he

looks to us now.

No.

No, he couldn't have.

Dwyer.

Now, if you're right, you can help him.

Anything. Tell us where he is.

Let us talk to him, get his side.

You're the one person he tried.

You must know what he had.

Drew, what are you doing?

What are you doing? I'm working here. Sit down.

A police woman.

You're Debbie Dwyer.

All right.

Let's start all over again.

I just want to know one thing, and I want to hear it now.

Where's Jerry Denton?

Now, one of you will tell me.

Where's Denton?

Two hundred.

Fran?

You in there?

Debbie! Open the door!

They're at the fire escape. Two men.

You'll be pleased to know, Mark, your efficiency last night paid off.

I'm pleased.

And I am tired.

Commissioner Randall, please.

More tape from the commissioner.

Phone call.

Hello, Dennis.

Just wanted to keep you posted.

You figured out who I was talking about when I called you last night, of course.

Matty Mullane. Yes.

The syndicate captain.

I remember.

Deported two years ago.

My hunch was just confirmed.

I talked to the chief of police in Lima.

Mullane showed up there about four months ago.

That was in the Interpol bulletin.

He then disappeared again just about when the Inca queen sailed.

Start to add up? I think you're right. If Manny Mullane is setting up a West

Coast syndicate, he could easily call the shots from South America.

We're in sync, Dennis.

Keep it posted.

You sure could explain our crime convention.

Yes.

If Manny Mullane has really called a little Appalachia, where will it be and

when?

Chief, this is Debbie Drive.

Debbie?

Mark Sanger.

Hi.

Coffee? No, thank you. I'll take you up on that. You're up.

Sit down, Debbie.

Fran told me what happened last night.

You're not frightened anymore, are you?

No.

Just for Jerry.

Of course.

You saw him last night, didn't you?

Debbie.

Your fiancé is in far greater trouble than either of you realize.

His only chance to save himself is by helping us.

By cooperating.

We wouldn't lie to you, Debbie.

Or use you.

Okay.

I saw him.

He said they'd be looking for him.

They're trying to kill him.

They?

The two men at the club last night?

I suppose so.

What did Jerry want you to do?

Help him get away.

Bring him money, clothes.

When? This morning.

Jerry?

I thought you'd never get here.

Jerry.

Hello, Jerry.

It's Chief Ironside.

Thanks for throwing me out, Deb.

Jerry, I didn't.

Jerry, there's only one way to save your life.

You've got to help us get the men who want to kill you.

Now, Debbie understands that. I hope you will.

All right.

I can't run anymore.

From the beginning, then, why did you take that charter with Sam Blount?

The money.

He offered me triple my regular rate.

He went out to sea.

Then what?

Nothing. We fished all afternoon.

We caught a couple.

And then when it started getting dark, I went ahead back in.

But Sam, he pulled a gun on me.

Made me go out even further.

He knew where he was going?

He, uh, he seemed to.

Then we, uh, we drifted until we heard a ship's whistle four times.

The Inca queen?

Yeah, how'd you know that?

Came alongside and took a man aboard, Matty Mullane.

That's right.

Then what happened?

Sam had me steer back into, uh, the bay.

Then through Raccoon Strait around Tiburon Peninsula.

What was Millane doing all this time?

Nothing. He was keeping to himself.

But I had a feeling that there was something between he and Sam.

I mean, he was a little uptight.

And Sam?

He was trying to be reassuring, friendly.

How? Can you remember anything specific?

No, not exactly.

Just that nobody was going to get in their way now, or they'd be pushing up

daisies.

And I know that's exactly what was going to happen to me.

I mean, they're not going to let me run around loose knowing Malayne's back.

How did you get away?

We hit a patch of fog, and Sam was after Malayne.

And I just kind of slipped overboard and started swimming.

That's all I could.

They didn't come after you?

Well, I heard the engine shut down.

So I started to float. I didn't want them to hear me.

Then they took a couple of shots at me, but they didn't come anywhere near me.

Chief. Now you know why Sam was looking for me. Why I had to hide.

And I couldn't call you either, Ed.

You're wrong, Jerry.

Sam isn't after you.

Sam is dead.

I don't understand.

I think I do.

Hey, Ed.

What good are my Harvard charts going to do? I told you Sam steered from an

overlay. Well, you said he traced the course with a pencil.

Maybe the point made an impression on your chart.

Dancing Doll's still a good witness.

They're gone.

I dropped three big ones at the track this afternoon.

You know me.

I'll come back fresh as a daisy.

See you later.

That's as close as I can remember it.

I never got a good look at it. Sam wouldn't let me. Where'd the course line

In San Rafael Bay, near the San Pablo Straits, I think.

There's what appeared to be a star with a circle in the middle of it. Kind of

like this.

A star?

As close as I can remember.

Hey, Keith.

Yes, Mark.

Keep at it.

Every last detail you can remember.

You got something?

Yeah, if I didn't know this was salary there, I think we wide -tapped the

catering service.

Look, I am falling asleep, Kent.

Somebody else take over for a while.

Fran took Debbie over to her apartment.

I'll have her relieve you when she gets back.

Hold it, Mark.

Daisies.

Mark, do you remember anyone else or any of the tapes mentioning daisies?

Seems like it. I'm not sure.

Wait a minute. Eddie Caldwell, the last tape I played.

Fresh as a daisy, something like that.

You want to hear it?

No, that's all right.

Yeah, but wouldn't you have known when you passed here?

Jerry, what did you tell us Sam Blount said to Maddie Mullane pushing up

daisies? Wasn't that it?

I think so.

Figure on that overlay.

It could be a star with a circle, but couldn't it also be a daisy?

Daisy could be their recognition code word. Maybe even more.

Get the wheels turning. We want to know if somewhere in the San Rafael Bay area

there's some place or some establishment with Daisy as part of its name.

Ironside. Yes, Dennis.

What do you mean disappeared?

One minute they're living it up, tourists enjoying the city.

And the next thing, vanished.

They tapped our surveillance.

You know what this means, Bob.

Only too well.

I'll be in touch.

The meat is on.

Probably right now.

Nonsense. Two little monkeys, but I wouldn't trade them for the whole East

Coast.

How do you care what time it is, Speed?

You aren't going anywhere.

He's late.

You can't stick to a timetable in a deal like this.

Suppose he doesn't show up.

He will.

But I just don't like sitting around like a sitting duck.

You'll hang around, Speed.

And you'll like it.

Matty, you made it.

Welcome home.

Been a long time, Sal.

Glad to see you again, Matty. You're looking great.

You too, Jack.

Carly.

Hello, Frank.

How are you?

Fine, fine, Matty.

You haven't changed a bit.

No, I haven't changed.

How about a drink, Matty? Something to eat? Just a minute. I have some

unfinished business I want to take care of.

Before I left Lima, I got the word that I wasn't wanted here.

Someone didn't want me to organize the coast.

He had big ideas of taking over the territory himself.

Hard to believe, isn't it?

After all of our plans, all the troubles we went to.

Just the same, when I got off the boat, there was this man waiting.

Waiting to dump me in the bay.

Now, I couldn't stand for that.

You understand, after coming all this way, I... You were right, Eddie.

I haven't changed a bit.

Wait, wait, Matty. Matty, you got it all wrong. No, you got it all wrong.

Sal. Sal, don't let me. Sal.

Sal, don't let him do it.

Sal.

Now, about that drink.

We've gone way past the place I jumped overboard.

What are we waiting here for?

We're parallel to Blount's overlay course.

Chief thinks the meet's going on somewhere on this side of the bay.

He'll let us know as soon as... Brown.

Yes, Chief. We've located them.

Meeting's aboard a yacht, Shasta Daisy.

Moored about three miles east of you.

Shasta Daisy.

Got it. I've ordered roadblocks set up on either side.

We've alerted the Coast Guard.

We'll meet you there. Right.

I've got it pinned.

And I don't want to make a mistake and move too fast.

It'll take two years, maybe, to line up some politicians, find a few judges,

make arrangements with the police.

But by the third year...

We should have the West Coast sewed up.

I don't see any possible way they can stop it.

Police officers, out!

Hands in plain sight.

Down on the pavement, spread eagle. You too.

Oh, yes, sir. They tried to run through our roadblock. I haven't taken in.

I'm going to need some help. Sure.

Right.

Check out.

And I want one thing clear.

No one comes in who is not 100 % with me.

If not, I want to know about it now.

100%, Matty.

This calls for a fresh drink.

Hey, Sal, look what's coming.

Coast Guard, Cutter.

Well, gentlemen, I suggest we forget to drink and adjourn.

All right, everybody freeze.

Police. What's the trouble, officer? We'll discuss that further down at

headquarters. You're arresting us?

Let's just call it a matter of official curiosity.

I'm sure you won't mind taking the time for a few questions.

We can make it a little more difficult for you if you'd prefer.

Anything to oblige.

The officers outside will be happy to drive you downtown.

Just a minute, please.

Jerry.

Yeah, he's the one.

I hope we're not spoiling your visit, Matty.

You're going to an awful lot of trouble just to deport me again.

You've got it wrong, Matty.

We don't want to deport you.

This time we'll keep you as a permanent guest.

I'm flattered.

If you consider murder one flattery.

No way.

The night you arrived, you shot Sam Blount aboard the Dancing Doll, tossed

in the bay, tied to an anchor.

And you have a witness, I suppose.

I said he called, well.

But even if he shouldn't want to talk, I think we can make a case.

How? Sam Blount's death was only established last night. Too early for

to get out. Even Jerry didn't know he was dead.

But the two hoods you sent to shake up Debbie Dwyer knew it.

They could only have found out from you.

You've gone to an awful lot of trouble to get here, Matty.

Welcome home.

Thanks for letting us know.

Then hurry up, we're starving.

All wrapped up.

Grand jury returned indictments for everyone on the Shasta Daisy.

Conspiracy to harbor a fugitive.

Well, no West Coast crime syndicate yet.

Certainly not Malayan's crowd.

Makes this party a real celebration.

A double celebration.

I got 92 on my anthropology exam.

My girl, the brain, right?

Fran, what's the holdup?

Just a second. I'm coming.

You're your chief. You're a bribe.

Boo, you base.

Fran.

You want us to go fishing again?

Give us another day off?