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What could be more fitting than that
today's success be celebrated by

Summerfield's heroes of yesterday?

I love him, Bob.

I have for years.

That is a classic motive for murder.

Sounds like someone's been carrying a
grudge for a long time.

Dick Gillis was murdered last night. The
chief thinks your husband was murdered,

too. And by the same person.

High school reunion in Summerfield?

You're actually going?

Well, this one's a little different.
This year they're honoring the class of

1940. That's mine.

I threw that invitation away a month
ago, at your request.

I received another one.

Oh.

After all these years, you're finally
getting sentimental?

It might surprise you to know I always
have been where Summerfield is

It's a nice little town.

Well, you're lucky. Where I came from,
all we had was winter and cement

wall to wall.

Well, that's not the form. No, no, no.
This is from a classmate, Alice Schmidt.

Very close friend of mine at one time.

Well, I'm seeing a very close friend
this weekend, too. And I'll be down in

Sur. I hope you have a blast, Chief. And
I hope he'll buy the remembrance of my

address. I hope you all have a rotten
time.

Well, what are you waiting for?

An unknown, tall, dark, and handsome
stranger to ask me out.

My date was called Houston this morning
on business.

Well, then I don't suppose he'd mind if
you went to a high school reunion.

Well, actually, Chief, I don't know that
I go to my own reunion.

You really want me to go?

I know you have a reason. The letter.

Well...

I'll go and pack.

Pick you up in half an hour.

Thumberfield isn't that far away, Chief.
I'm surprised you don't go home more

often.

I don't know, Fran.

There never seems to be time.

Of course, I used to make time when my
parents were alive.

The funny thing about a hometown, you
can go years without ever giving it a

thought. But you never really forget.

Memories are all there waiting to be
dredged up.

Don't realize how deep the roots go
until you come back for a visit.

Thomas Wolfe said you can't go home
again.

He didn't say it wasn't worth a try.

Nothing around here looks much like a
schoolhouse.

It's a quick stop, Fran.

See a friend.

Robert T.

Ironside, you look marvelous.

As handsome as ever.

Hello, Maggie.

Maggie Moylan, Fran Belding. How do you
do? This is Henry.

How do you do? Robert and I were once an
item, you know.

Isn't it terrible about John Schmidt's
death? I was just going in to see Alex.

Fell down the stairs at home, I
understand.

Everyone feels just terrible about it.

Makes you wish you'd kept in closer
touch.

We better get moving.

I'll see you at the reunion dinner,
Robert.

Of course. I have to be there early, you
know.

I don't know why I keep taking the job.
Every year they say, Maggie, will you be

secretary again? And every year I say
yes. I don't know why.

Come along, Henry.

Schmidt.

That was the name on the letter.

Alice's husband.

And Alice isn't sure that her husband's
death was an accident.

She did mention it. And she asked her
old friend, Chief Ironside, to look into

the matter.

And Chief Ironside brought Officer
Belding along just in case something

developed. You surprised?

Not really.

Angry? I should be. But you're not,
because you like my little hometown and

you're curious.

Well, it might be interesting to see the
environment that spawned the man.

Who knows?

He might even turn up some blackmail
material.

And don't you think I wouldn't use it?

I appreciate your sympathy, Bob, but
don't bother.

I've been in mourning most of my life.
This past week has just been business as

usual.

Has John been drinking the night he
died?

He didn't have the imagination for that.

You know as well as I do that John could
accept his situation.

Or should I say his shortcomings.

But you couldn't.

John spent his whole life falling on his
face, so it didn't come as a great

shock to anybody when he fell down the
stairs.

He even died dull.

You know, Alice, people don't all dream
the same dreams.

Some people don't dream at all.

That was John's problem.

You were more concerned with John's
death in your letter.

You sounded suspicious of the whole
thing. I never sent you a letter.

No. I never write letters.

Then you've accepted John's death as
accidental.

Figured that's the way he'd go.

Not to everybody, Alice.

Not to everybody.

Hey,

Dick. Dick Gillis.

You always were quick off the line. I
had to be playing alongside you.

I'm sorry, Bob. I've got some business
to take care of. See you a little late.

Time to tell me how Karen is? Karen's
fine.

She'll be glad to see you. I get the
feeling you're not.

Something wrong, Dick? You always were a
little over -curious, weren't you?

Last I heard, we were friends.

My fault, Bob. I'm sorry.

I'm a little on edge.

You'll pay.

See you back at the table.

Did she, Bob?

Here, take a couple of hats now.

Get in the festive mood.

And don't miss the punch. I took care of
that myself.

See you later, Slim.

Slim! I haven't heard that in a long
time. You know, that was when I was much

younger.

Everybody knows how time flies.

The aliens have a sadistic way of
beating you over the head with the fact.

Well, you can't lie to old classmates.

You're all the same age.

Well, well, if it isn't the big city
detective.

Hello, Tom.

Hey, you remembered my name.

I mean, it's been a long time since
you've been back to the old hometown.

out of action there in San Francisco, it
makes it hard to get away.

Man, in your position.

I've decided there's no excuse for that.

Oh, Fran, this is Tom Ames, county
sheriff.

My associate, Officer Fran Belden.
Hello.

I don't mean to say that we don't get
our share of crime here in Summerfield.

You know, you'd be amazed at some of the
cases I've had to stay on top of.

Wait a minute, did you say office?

Nice to meet you, Sheriff.

A lady cop, huh?

I'm afraid we haven't gotten that far
yet.

Bob, I'd sure like to sit down with you
and chat for a while, sort of compare

notes, you know, one officer to another.

First, I'd like to start with you
because you're prettier.

Would you care to dance?

Well, if you don't mind dancing with the
cop.

I think that might be very interesting.

Excuse us.

And I certainly won't be the last.

You're still the prettiest girl in this
school.

You'll never be said as nicely.

From where I was watching, my husband
does not seem too hospitable.

I hope you forgive him for taking off
like that. He's not usually so rude.

Not that I remember, anyway.

I thought his business was in Boston.

It is.

Of course, you still have some property
interests here. Then that must be it. Or

maybe he's been celebrating too much.

It was never that much of a drinker.

It was a shock about John, wasn't it?

Yes. You were always so close.

What was it you used to call yourselves,
you and John and Dick?

You know, I was hoping you wouldn't ask.

See you again, Bob.

I'll make sure you're sitting next to
her. Come on, I'll show you.

I told the committee we were going to
run out of hats. I asked for six dozen

more. Why do they do this to me? Now a
very sentimental special number by

request. Gotta get it on.

I need your lovin'. I said I'll...

Young lady, I'll bet this is the one
you're looking for.

And I'll bet you've been talking to
Maggie Morlain. Now, was it that way or

other way around?

Oh, you're catching on fast to the ways
of some of us.

It's Miss Felding, isn't it?

Good. I'll tell you who I am while we're
dancing.

The Chiefs talked about you often.

You were his football coach, weren't
you?

Yeah, just about the same time he was
dancing to this very song.

Oh, what a good day, you know. Now I
have to be content with my

too.

But, uh, I've kept a lot of my mentors.

Mom Ironside here, uh, some of you.

Maybe you'd like to see this?

I would, indeed.

All right.

After the ceremony, we'll sneak away.

My husband will be back anytime.

You don't have any idea where he was
going?

No. He didn't say.

Well, I know what used to make him late
for dinner.

Even keep him out all night sometimes.

Is that shocking? I didn't exactly
expect it.

Nobody does.

Perfect couple, meant for each other,
marriage made in heaven.

I'm afraid those cliches just don't fit
anymore.

You'll probably have a perfectly logical
answer when you get back.

Of course.

He always does.

Howard! Howard! Sonny, over here. Good
to see you. Good to see you. You look

wonderful. I'm sorry I'm late.

Bob, it's been quite a while.

Howard, Howard, how are you?

Just fine.

It's easy to keep track of you through
your horses. Well, I don't make every

race. I stay in Boston, unless I think
I've got a winner running.

Well, it seems to be quite often.

Well, it's a business of luck.

Oh, look, why don't you go ahead with
your dinner? We'll talk later.

Young lady.

Thank you.

Young lady, you wouldn't believe this. I
used to be the best Lindy Hopper in the

40s. Would you care to dance with me?

Oh, yes, I'd love to.

Sandy helped noticing that Dick is
missing.

Yes, he had some last -minute business.

I... You understand what? Come on,
honey.

I spent a lot of time waiting for him
myself.

Remember?

Now, you took him away from me, and now
it looks like somebody's taking him away

from you.

Come on, Alice, that was a long time
ago.

Well, I have a good memory.

Alice, I think Maggie is about to say
something.

Maggie's always about to say something.

Well, what are they doing to me? Where
are they?

Attention, please. And now I want to
present Mr. Preston Lakes.

to be told why it is so gratifying to me
that this class of 1940 is being

honored here at this reunion. Now some
of you may know that I had the good

fortune to have been the head coach of
Summerfield's first state championship

football team.

That was in that very same year. That
was way back there in 1940.

And because some of our boys were
seniors, well, it just proved to be our

shot at the state trophy.

Until this year.

So I ask you now, what could be more
fitting than that today's success be

celebrated by honoring Summerfield's
heroes of the year?

coach, Anthony Petrout.

Tony, come on up here.

Come on.

Get him up here.

Now, Tony, isn't he something?

Now, I want to congratulate you not on
only your great achievement, but the

that you have so justly reaped the
rewards of your great success. Because

year, you are going to go on to
national... fame and fortune and you

my great pleasure to be able to announce

to play your favorite dance music, so
enjoy yourselves and make your plans to

see each other next year.

Thank you.

Don't let anybody in this room until I
get back.

Come on. Tom, I'd like to talk to you
about Dick Gillis.

Dick Gillis? Why? We're concerned about
him.

Bob, you're a little late. He was just
found dead in the exercise room.

Looks like he fell over something and
hit his head while he was drunk.

You're going to do an autopsy, of
course.

Now, there you go, being the big city
detective.

Bob, there's no mystery about this.

Dick just got himself sauced up at the
wrong time, that's all.

Are you sure he'd been drinking? Sure,
there was a bottle and... What do you

mean?

Kind of embarrassing if he wasn't
drinking and somebody found out about it

later. Tom, if you don't mind, I'd
like... to work on this one with you.

you think I can handle it? I didn't mean
to imply that you couldn't.

It's just that I would like to work on
this one with you.

Oh, okay.

Just remember whose jurisdiction it is
and whose it isn't. Fair enough.

Well, I'd better get Doc started on that
autopsy.

Chief, I'm so glad I came. Fran, do you
know the name of that friend of Ed?

Is it Dave? Yes, it's Dave. Uh, June
Pearson.

Call him. Tell him to come by
helicopter.

Dick Gillis is dead. Another fall.

I'll find a phone.

Oh, Mr. Lake.

Could you help me? I'm looking for a
phone.

Every time I see you, you're looking for
something. Of course. Come right this

way, young lady.

Right here in my office.

The phone is right in there.

Thank you very much.

Make yourself at home.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I see you were already looking at my
memento. I was just admiring the trophy.

Yes, it's beautiful, isn't it?

1940.

You mean the chief was actually on the
team that won this trophy?

Yes, he was center. And a very smart
player.

Come here.

I want to show you something.

See if you can pick him out.

Oh, uh... Um... Here. Nope. Good
-looking one

right here.

That's John Smith.

That's Nick Gillis.

And this is Toby Gray.

Toby Gray.

I don't believe I met him.

Well, there's not much chance of that,
my dear. He died not too long after that

picture was taken.

He was my quarterback.

Heisman sent you if ever I saw one. Oh,
what a waste.

Dead.

He's really dead.

You know I can't bring up a tear.

Not a one.

Is that a terrible thing? Not if you
don't feel it. There hasn't been any

feeling for years, Bob.

Just pretense for the children's sake.

That's a very good excuse, isn't it, for
not facing reality?

Well, pretending is over now.

Karen, can you think of anybody who
would want him dead?

You think he was murdered?

We'll be looking into that possibility.

Oh, I am just shocked about this.

He was such a good man, a wonderful
athlete.

When did you last see him?

Well, let me see. It was yesterday
afternoon. He was talking with Howard

out on the football field.

Reminded me of the old days.

Were they just talking? That's all? No.

Attitudes? No. Wait a minute, Bob.

What are you driving at?

You sound like a detective who thinks
that the pieces don't fit. Maybe they

don't.

Hey, look what I found.

Well, thank you for coming, Ed.

Oh, well, I was just hanging around the
house. Nothing to do anyway.

Sheriff Ames, Preston Lakes, Sergeant Ed
Brown. Now, look, Bob, I said you could

tag along, but not bring the entire San
Francisco Police Department here.

Is it your disposal, Tom? We all are.
Just tell me where to start, Sheriff.

Um, well, Bob, I better be getting back
out there. I've got a lot of folks to

see.

Appreciate it, Drew, letting us use the
office.

No, not at all.

Feel free.

Tom, is old Doc Supple still the
coroner?

Yeah. If he hasn't slowed down, he
should have the autopsy report by now.

Obviously, you want me to start there,
right, Sheriff?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I suppose so.

Obviously, you never told the sheriff
about the letter you received.

Yeah.

I have a feeling it's better if nobody
knows about it except the one who sent

it.

John Schmidt and Richard Gillis had
similar breaks.

There were also bruises around the neck
indicating there were pressure breaks,

not snaps.

Snaps as in tripping over things and
falling down stairs. Yeah.

And what I'd like to know is just how
much alcohol was in Gillis' system.

Not a drop.

But you found some on his clothes,
right?

Yeah. Must have splashed on him when the
bottle broke. Which means the bottle

was thrown down there by someone else.

After Gillis was dead.

The killer must have known his so
-called accidents wouldn't hold up.

Maybe he doesn't want them to. Maybe
he's trying to tell us something. He

wouldn't be the first one to leave clues
on purpose.

Could be a game.

Hello?

Yes, he is.

All right, I'll tell him.

That was Sheriff Ames' office.

He's on his way here now. He wants to
meet you in the locker room. Did he say

anything like that to you? No.

Of course, he could have turned up
something.

He could meet us here, and we could go
to the locker room together.

Wouldn't that make more sense? If the
call actually is from Ames, which I

Well, it is a game.

We're going to play it. Come on, Ed.

Are you all right?

You're all right.

Well, what do you think?

I think that barrel was not meant to
kill me.

Maybe not.

It doesn't leave very much doubt that
you're his next target.

Now we know why he sent that letter,
don't we?

I think... I think I've had just about
enough reunion

for the day. I went back to the hotel to
go to bed.

I've got an early morning breakfast
date.

Dick's business had been keeping him out
of town for the last several years.

It got to the point where...

He wasn't home much even when he was in
town.

What did you do about it? Well, I could
never prove there were other women.

I mean, what did you do about being
lonely?

I don't think I like that question.

You and Howard are practically next door
neighbors in Boston.

Yet when he came to the table last
night, he didn't even acknowledge you.

He was late.

He just didn't think about it. He
thought about exchanging a glance with

He wasn't concerned as to where Dick
was.

He either just didn't care or he already
knew.

No, he didn't kill Dick. He wouldn't.
You're very sure of that? I'm very sure

Howard Stolling.

I love him, Bob.

I have for years.

That is a classic motive for murder.

I know, but I believe in Howard.

And I also believe in the ability of an
old friend to find the truth.

Chief, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Forgive me.

But Sheriff Ames wants to see you in the
high school locker room.

Someone just took a shot at Preston
Knight.

Gee, I was feeling a lot of nostalgia
after last night. I came down here. I do

that often.

Bob, those days were very important to
me, too.

Well, I was turning to leave and I saw a
figure over there.

And I saw a gun.

And I moved just as it was fired.

Did you get a look at the face?

I did see the gun. And the hand, it was
a man's hand.

Okay.

Well, that should do it, Preston.

Oh, thank you, Tom.

Bob, if you don't mind, I'll be getting
on back home.

I suppose you'll be picking a powered
starlight for questioning.

Yeah, that's the first thing I was going
to do.

Well, I'll get a ballistics report on
this right away.

Grant told me what happened. I asked her
to keep an eye on Stolle and make sure

he doesn't leave town.

These were our lockers that year when we
won the

championship.

Richard Gillis, John Schmidt, Toby
Graham.

Toby Gray.

He died the night of the game.

A car accident. He died of a broken
neck.

Dick and John and I were passengers.

Toby was driving. We had a couple of
beers right here in the locker room.

A little celebration.

It was my car he was driving. Sounds
like someone's been carrying a grudge

long time.

For a long time.

Family member, maybe?

Brother?

No.

No, he was an orphan.

When he went to school, he lived with
John's family.

He and John were like brothers.

And John was the first to be murdered.

Ed, I would like you to make a phone
call.

Yes, I'll appreciate that. Thank you.

And please remember, it's very important
I get this information as soon as

possible. Tom, I don't understand.

Why am I being brought down here? You
know I have to pull you in. You can

understand why.

No, I can't.

You were seen talking with Dick Gillis
on the football field yesterday

afternoon. Well, we talk all the time.
We live in the same city.

Maybe that's the point, Mr. Stalling.

Why have a meeting in Summerfield on the
football field?

Well, it's a reunion. We were there
reminiscing about football. I understand

didn't play.

Well, I went to all the games and I was
the student manager.

You were kind of late getting to the
banquet last night. Well, after my talk

with Dick, I went back to the room to
take a nap.

I overslept.

Right through the time someone was
killing Dick Gillis.

Oh, just a minute. No, no, I don't think
there's any call to say that, Sergeant.

After all, there's such a thing as
moaning. Now, you ought to know that.

glad you mentioned that, Sheriff,
because I can think of one. Would you

tell us what it is?

What are you talking about? I'm talking
about you and Karen Gillis.

Karen had nothing to do with this. Leave
her out of it. Somebody took a shot at

Preston Lake this morning.

The time is fixed at about 7 .45. Where
were you then?

I was in my room. Not according to your
desk clerk. Where were you?

I was... He was with me.

Aaron, please, don't get into this.

Do you want to take my word for it or do
you want to check with the desk clerk

at my hotel?

We already have. Howard, you were in her
room? Since 7 o 'clock this morning

when I asked him to come over.

Howard, this was kind of bad for you. It
confirms the motive.

I would have been there all night if it
hadn't been for the small minds in this

town.

I needed him last night.

More than ever.

When I was alone. When I suddenly
realized what had happened. And I wanted

to hold me.

And I wanted him to tell me that
everything was going to be all right.

Can you understand a thing like that,
Tom? Now, Karen, that's not fair. I have

wife, you know. Yeah, well, I hope you
love her.

Because if you don't, and you're staying
together anyway, you can learn to hate.

Enough to kill? Maybe.

If you have no other love in your life.

But if you have, you're protected.

You don't kill somebody.

I suppose you'll be holding me.

Howard, I'm afraid... I don't think
that'll be necessary.

No, it won't be necessary. You can go.

Just, uh... Please don't leave town. Not
just yet.

Yeah.

Sheriff Ames.

Yeah, he's here. This one.

This for you. State College.

Thank you very much.

Sergeant Brown.

Yeah.

Yeah?

You're absolutely sure?

Well, uh... Look, if it doesn't show in
any of your records, this is gonna sound

like a strange question, but...

Who's the oldest employee you have there
in your athletic department?

I want to thank you for seeing me, Mrs.
Schmidt.

Alice, please.

The way I look this morning, I don't
deserve the formality.

What a night, I tell you.

I suppose Bob sent you here because he's
mad at me.

The way I understand, I carried on that
night.

Actually, he didn't mention that.

Really, it's all these years.

And I still have this thing about Karen.

Because he took Dick away from me.

Makes me some kind of a nut, I suppose.

You know, I fantasize sometimes about
how someday I'm going to take him away

from her.

Mrs. Schmidt.

Alice. I'm afraid someone's already
beaten you to it.

Dick Gillis was murdered last night.

I wondered why you came to see me.

Alice, I wish there was time for me to
pull my punches, but there isn't.

The chief thinks your husband was
murdered, too, and by the same person.

I don't think my head can take this,
this morning.

We need your help.

You expect me to know who would want to
kill John or Dick, for that matter? I

want to ask you about Toby Gray.

He lived with your husband's parents for
about four years. He was a great

quarterback, one you wouldn't forget.

Well, we're looking for someone who
remembers him so fondly that he's going

around killing people he holds
responsible for Toby's death.

Now, did your husband ever mention
anything that might point to that?

You mean someone who wanted him to stay
in school?

Well, the money man.

John's parents weren't all that rich
that they could afford another mouth to

feed. Someone subsidized Toby? Every
month, like clockwork.

Who, Alan? Who was it? I don't know.

Try. Please try. It isn't that I don't
remember. It's I never knew.

Nobody knew, not even John's parents.

The donor wanted to remain anonymous.

You've always been the keeper of the
records for our class, Maggie.

You know as much about this town as
anyone.

What he means is people say I'm always
sticking my nose into other folks'

business. I certainly hope that rumor is
true.

What he really means is he's counting on
you to tell us the name of Toby's

benefactor. I suppose you want me to
keep all of this a secret.

Absolutely.

You know that'll be the hardest part.

But I'll do it. I promise.

Now, Bob, don't forget about tonight.

The faculty's getting a little quiet,
going away supper for our class at the

hotel.

That's right. That's the name. Yes, sir.

Yeah, do you have a date on that?

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh, 1940.

Okay, yeah, thank you very much, sir.

All right, does it?

It does?

Yeah, I got what I was looking for.

Is that the ballistics report?

Oh, yeah, it just came in.

Let's see here.

Hey, look at this.

Says that the gun was fired at close
range.

Well, that means Preston Lakes knows who
shot at him.

He must be protecting somebody or
something. I'll check with you later.

to see the chief.

Chief, go.

Sure is.

John Regan's the lawyer who handled it.
He's dead now.

The information's right.

But I'm surprised.

Do you know how much money that amounted
to every month for four years?

And, Bob, I didn't tell a soul what you
were up to.

It's all over town. I knew we could
count on her.

Now, is there anything else I can help
you with?

Well, thank you, Maggie.

That about does it.

Well, there is one thing.

If you extend my apologies to everyone,
I won't be able to make the supper

tonight.

Oh, Bob.

That'll be such a disappointment to
everybody.

Me too.

But there's something I want to take
care of.

And I want to stop by the gym.

The gym? There won't be anybody there.

Just a lot of memories.

Well, what do you know?

Always were a smart player.

And now the game is over.

Not quite, Robert.

Not quite.

One final play from scrimmage. It was
Toby Gray, wasn't it?

Superstar Toby Gray.

He was your ticket to the big time. Head
coach at State College.

That was the deal they made, wasn't it?

Head coach, if you could deliver Toby.

And you boys had to take that chance
away from me.

When the team won again this year and
the coach was hired by State, it all

back to you, didn't it? I was the one
that should have gone, not Petrella.

It isn't fair that Toby was the only one
to die in that car. He had a little too

much beer.

He lost control. It was an accident. You
lent him the car, Robert.

It was your car that killed him.

You boys shouldn't have done that.

We were kids.

Just kids, celebrating. Robert, you knew
that I fired that bullet in the locker

room myself, didn't you?

I knew it was all part of your game
plan. Robert, when did you know?

Was it the barrel?

Oh, Robert, you have played this game so
well. So did you.

When I shook hands with you last night,
I felt a hand that had been kept strong

through the years.

Strong enough to break a man's neck.

Two necks, in fact.

John Smith and Dick Gillis. They deserve
to die.

And so do you!

Get him up.

Thanks, Mom.

Thank you.