All language subtitles for Simon & Simon s03e05 Fly the Alibi Skies

Ralph, this is Rick.

Hello, Rick.

Tonight on Simon and Simon.

I don't know how he's dirty, but he's
dirty.

I told you to keep your noses out of my
case. What are you, slowers?

Rick and AJ are moving towards the
airport.

They need some time.

Can we stop a jet airplane from taking
off just by pushing computer key?

Nobody's gonna believe it.

One more time, Mr. Hannon?

No, Darcy, thanks. I got an early flight
to San Francisco tomorrow.

Business or pleasure?

Business.

Old business.

Well, have fun.

PSI flight 237 to San Francisco is
arriving at gate 3 in 5 minutes.

Jet East International flight 93 to
Mexico City is now boarding.

Please have your boarding passes ready.

Boy, am I glad to see you, Skip.

How was your flight? A little bumpy. I
hate to fly.

Any problems with the ticket?

No, they didn't even look at the name.

Good.

Well, we'll just relax for the rest of
the day. Take you in a ball game

huh?

Mrs. Dittmar's body was found in the
living room of her Los Angeles home, a

fashionable address in the suburb of
Toluca Lake, not far from the Hollywood

freeway. Police estimate the woman was
shot to death around 11 o 'clock Monday

morning. I asked the police about the
bizarre execution style of the killing.

There is a possibility that this is a
professional hit. We're investigating

victim's husband's involvement with
organized crime. This afternoon we'll be

moving our investigation to the San
Diego area.

Mrs. Ditmars was originally from San
Diego, is that correct?

Oh, yeah.

You ought to wear a hat when you're on
TV, bad hair.

Lieutenant Julian Bogardas, chief
investigator here from the Homicide

in Toluca Lake.

From Los Angeles, I'm Temple Hill
reporting.

Thought we'd be rid of bad hair when we
moved to the big city. But now he's got

to bring this hotshot murder
investigation down here.

You still down on him?

The guy crowded as A .J.

Cops don't like PIs. It's an American
tradition.

And we tried to ruin my credit rating
just because I used the cards to open

occasional door.

Breaking and entering, I think you
called it. Your technicality.

I now officially declare this tape
recorder dead. I will get us a new one

afternoon. No, you won't. You'll fix
that one.

We have no money. We've got licensees,
taxes coming up, no cases.

Yes?

Mr. Simon?

A .J. Timon, what can I do for you?

My name is Joyce Allred.

I need your help.

I'd like you to find my brother. His
name is Albert Allred.

All right.

How long has he been missing?

A week.

How old is he?

47.

This was taken a few years ago.

Oh, I know what you're thinking.

It's only been a week and he's a grown
man.

Has he ever gone off before without
telling you?

He never does that.

Albert is the most dependable man I've
ever known.

The last time we talked was last Monday
morning when I called him at his

apartment. We haven't been close in
recent years, but we always try to keep

touch. Has he been to work at all during
this period?

Well, that's another strange thing.

Albert is self -employed, a carpenter.
When I talked to him, I told him one of

my neighbors wanted some cabinet work.

Well, he seemed very excited about the
job.

But then he didn't show up.

I called him every day since. I even
went over to his apartment.

Did your brother have any enemies,
anybody who might want to harm him?

I'm sorry we have to ask that.

I know. I know.

No. No.

He lives by himself.

He keeps to himself.

He didn't have... Very many friends that
I know of.

But, I mean, everybody seemed to like
him, though.

What's wrong? I just said everybody
seemed to like him.

I used past tense.

I mean, I didn't mean to do that.

It's just what you mentioned. I'm sorry.

I know. It's okay. I'm so scared.

It's all right. We'll be glad to help.

if a guy who's lived in the same
building for ten years, his neighbors

don't know a whole lot about him.

Charger's fan.

That really narrows it down.

Hey, Jay.

How many of these places do you suppose
we've searched?

Rick, this is no time to get... No, no,
no, I'm serious. Hundreds of them,

right?

We get a glamorous murder case like Bad
Hair Bogardus?

Mob hit men?

TV coverage, name on the front page?

No.

We get another crummy little apartment,
half -eaten TV dinners. Look at it, one

ad circled in red.

Dirty sock like a rat in a corner.

All depends on your point of view.

I look at it as $400 a day plus
expenses.

What does PSI stand for?

Pounds per square inch, usually.

A lot of names and numbers.

PSI 237. I guess that was some term he
used in his work.

It's got to work. That's a hell of a lot
of air pressure.

I don't know.

What have you got? Anything?

Maybe.

Then we know where he spent most of his
money.

A little place called Barney's Two -for
-One Bar.

Sounds like you're kind of a giant. Yes,
indeed. Yes, indeed. I do believe the

establishment is worthy of further
investigation.

We get a lot of people in here, you
know. I can't be expected to remember

everybody.

Wait a minute. I remember this guy.

He comes in to watch the Chargers game
on the big screen over there. You guys

really private eyes?

Yep.

There was a private eye used to come in
here all the time.

Drank like a fish.

I think it's an occupational hazard.

You, uh, care for anything?

No, thank you.

About Albert Allred, what can you tell
me about him?

Have any special friends that he hung
out with?

Just me and...

Until a few months ago, a guy started
coming in here. Al called him Skip.

I was glad to see him come in here.

Al would sit up here the whole hour,
drinking beer and telling me all his

problems and how he wasn't making any
money.

I used to call him the whiner.

Skip kind of took him off my hands.

He got killed, you know.

Skip got killed?

No, no, the private eye I was telling
you about.

He was hiding in a closet, watching some
guy cheat on his wife.

Anyway, the guy finds him in there and
pops a cap right in his brain fan.

Ruined a bunch of shoes and everything.

You guys ever get shot at?

Happens. Uh, what about Skip?

What do you look like?

Big guy.

Forties.

Looked a bit like Al, come to think of
it. I saw him on TV just the other day.

Would you get off of the other private
eye for just a minute, please? I'm

talking about Skip. It was yesterday.

Day before, maybe.

Some of the guys were in here, and we
were watching.

And I saw this guy skip.

And I said to the guys, that's Skip,
ain't it? And they said, yeah.

The unemployed garment worker contends
he is pressing ahead with his lawsuit,

even though Billy Martin denies he was
ever even in that bar.

Temple? How much for Sunday?

Here's Monday, 6 o 'clock.

They don't believe it.

Nobody's going to believe it.

Believe what?

Temple Hill?

Channel 3 News in person?

And me, sitting here in person.

Do you mind signing a few of these for
the guys in the bar?

Uh, Barney, do you mind keeping your eye
on the screen?

A Los Angeles investigation into the
gangland -style slaying of a Toluca Lake

housewife came to San Diego today.

Former San Diego police officer Julian
Bogardas, now a lieutenant in Los

Angeles, questioned several local
citizens known to be connected with the

Beatrice Ditmars and her husband Ralph,
refuted mob leader.

There he is.

Where? That skip right there.

Do you know who that is?

Toby Hannon. He used to be married to
the woman who was killed.

Suspect. They got divorced five years
ago. Please consider that old news.

Besides, he has a terrific alibi. He was
30 ,000 feet in the sky flying to San

Francisco on business.

When was she murdered?

A week ago Monday.

That's the same day all Reed
disappeared.

Toby Hannon owns it.

Yeah? Among other things?

I thought you'd been here before. I
thought you'd be a regular. Are you

This is some rich guy's idea of a
country bar.

$10 cover charge, $4 beer, little
waitresses and cowgirl outfits smile the

way as everybody.

Yeah, well, we can't all have your
sawdust and pickled egg taste. God, Nito

Brothers.

Isn't that the band playing the night we
busted up that bar in Cockatoo Grove?

We, Paleface?

Hey, it is them.

Welcome to the Captain Corral party.

Can I show you to your hitching post?

You can show us to Toby Hannan's table.

Oh, well, he's right over there. Follow
me.

I see what you mean about the smile.

Miss Hannan?

Thank you.

That's right.

Right. Uh -huh.

I don't care what he said, you know.

Yeah.

All right.

No, just tell him I said that. Bye.

Mr. Hannon.

I'm A .J. Simon. We spoke on the phone.

This is my brother Rick.

What can I do for you, boy?

Oh, do you know a man named Albert
Allreed?

Hmm.

I don't believe I recall that name.

That's odd. We have information that
says you and Al Reed were seen together

several times in a bar.

Oh, Al.

I never even knew his last name.

I met him over in the bar in Mission
Valley.

Mission Valley.

It's kind of a long way to go just to
visit a bar when you've got such a nice

place all your own right here.

Mm -hmm.

Well, you see, I've been thinking about
getting my own place out there, so I was

just checking out the neighborhood.

Uh -huh.

See, the thing is, Allred's been missing
since last Monday.

His sister's hired us to try and find
him.

Sister? I didn't know he had a sister.
He never mentioned that to me.

Well, she's very worried about him, Mr.
Hannum.

What do you want me to do?

Call the cops.

Oh, we did. We did.

Maybe you'd rather talk to them.

Of course, you can think of anything
that you would like to say to us.

Please just give it a call.

Pleasure talking to you.

Hey, he's dirty.

I don't know how he's dirty, but he's
dirty.

Yep.

Why?

Okay, three good reasons.

All Reed disappears the same day
Hannon's ex -wife is killed.

Number two, he's our only connection to
All Reed. Number three, I don't like

him. That one I'll buy.

He's not on our dance card.

Not yet. He will be.

Okay, Ray, I'll have All Reed's picture
in San Francisco by noon.

Thank you very much. Yeah, Benny, I know
your wife likes French perfume, but the

cupboard is bare.

Hey, look, six -gallon jugs of Don D
'Ambro is best I can do.

Well, you take a little bit of it, put
it in a small bottle, tell your wife

perfume, she'll love you for it.

Yeah, just, you know, show the picture
around LAPD, county sheriffs, maybe even

down to Orange County if you got the
time.

Okay, Benny, thanks a lot.

Cheap help is hard to find.

Don Diablo, very cheap indeed.

Hello, Simon and Simon.

Al Allreid here.

It's Allreid.

I'm sorry, Mr. Allreid. Go ahead.

Well, I heard you were looking for me.
Yes, that's true. Your sister's very

worried about you. Are you all right?

Oh, I'm fine.

Look, I didn't mean for there to be all
this trouble. I just had a few things on

my mind.

I needed to get away for a few days.

I understand that entirely, but why call
us? Have you notified your sister yet?

Yes, I called her, and a neighbor
answered and said that you were working

her.

Well, we want to believe you, of course,
but before we can notify our client,

we'll have to have some way of
identifying you.

Just a minute.

They want I .D.

My driver's license number is YB
-532098.

I was born August 15th, 1936, in
Redlands.

And my mother's name is Rachel Waller.

Okay.

Well, what do you want us to do?

Well, I'd like to reassure my sister
that I'm all right.

But I have to get back to work, and
there's no phone there.

Point Loma Generating Plant is.

Uh, you know, maybe you could tell her
to come out there.

Uh... Look,

why don't we just do this later? You
know, you could come here to the office.

Well, I'd love to, but I don't have a
car.

Uh, look, I'll be doing some work
reinforcing the holding tanks on top of

hill. Uh, if you can.

Have her meet me out there at five o
'clock.

I gotta go.

Do you see him?

Not yet. It's not quite fine.

This is very strange.

I mean, did he say he was in any kind of
trouble?

No, he didn't mention it.

I'm so unlike you.

No, just stay here a minute.

Rick!

My brother doesn't even own a rifle.
Even if he did, there's no reason on

he would shoot at me.

It's insane.

Well, maybe your brother's insane.

Oh, this is a waste of time.

Police report you like books in a high
school library.

They got plenty of them, but nobody ever
checks them out.

Excuse me.

Yeah, check on that right away.

Always had to kick this boy twice to get
it to work.

Come on, come on, come on.

Just one, just one. He's been asking for
it for ten years. Come on, Rick. You'll

be paying for it for the next ten. Come
on.

Calm down.

Okay.

Okay? Yeah.

Sure, I'm fine.

Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna kill him. I know.

I know.

case, are you? And the Winnetsky case?

The Franklin case? The Ralston case?
It's endless with you guys. I put in

hundreds of hours on a case. I'm just
ready to get the tigers to jump through

the hoop. And the Ringling brothers show
up and the whole tent caves in on me.

Yeah, well, clowns don't belong in a
tiger cage to begin with.

What are you two barbarians doing in
this police station?

Working. As a matter of fact, we might
even be frying up some of the same fish.

Oh, my God.

Started out at the... Simple missing
persons case.

But now it seems... Might be tied in
with one of the suspects in the

murder. What suspect?

Toby Hannan.

Let me give you two termites a bit of
advice. Toby Hannan is as clean as a

hound's tooth.

A hound's breath is more like it if you
ask me. Nobody's asking you. I'm telling

you. There's no motive for Hannan.

Before he married his ex -wife, he
helped him get his business started.

were partners.

After the divorce, they stayed friendly.

Besides, I don't care if he threatened
her at Dodger Stadium in front of 50

witnesses. He was in a damn jet plane
when the murder took place. The only way

he could have killed her from up there
was with an air -to -ground missile.

Well, those are opinions.

Where's the advice?

Do you two want to talk about frying
some fish?

If I catch you near my pan, I'm going to
scale you, cut your tails off, and fry

you up nice and crisp.

Hey,

bad hair.

Better chill up a nice white wine to
have with us because we're staying on

case.

Just get him to take his badge off for
one hour.

30 minutes. He could even have a choice
of weapons.

Well, got to admit, what he says about
Hannon makes sense.

Nothing about this case makes any sense.

We've been trapped.

We've been shot at.

We've been insulted by a cop with the
worst rug on the entire West Coast.

Rick, this is Sandy.

I can't make the sailboat races this
Saturday.

My cat, Sydney, needs surgery.

Call me, okay?

Perfect. My life just isn't working out.

This is Ray in San Francisco.

I'm afraid I've got a match on your
missing person.

Come on, look at the picture.

Now, who would you say that is? Looks a
bit like Toby Hanna a few years ago,

maybe. It's Albert Allred. He was
murdered about 11 o 'clock a week ago

Monday, the same day Mrs. Ditmars was
killed in Los Angeles.

A lot of people died that day, so what?

Look, if Allred were already dead, then
who called us?

Just conveniently, four hours after we
went to see Toby Hannon. Now, whoever it

was knew an awful lot about Al Reed. I
mean, they knew his mother's maiden

his birth date.

They had his driver's license.

We think Hannon hired Al Reed to kill
his ex -wife.

Come on, Bogardus, it makes sense.

Where was Hannon when she was murdered?

On board Pacific Skies Interstate Flight
237 nonstop to San Francisco.

All right. Now, what happened to...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

What was that flight number?

PSI 237.

PSI 237. Well, as it turns out, that
number was written down in Al Reed's

apartment.

Hey, it all fits together.

Come on, Bogardus, don't you get it?
Look, Al Reed could have flown to

Take a connecting flight to San
Francisco. Now, that would give him

to commit the murder and still be in San
Francisco in time to be paid off by

Hannon. Except Hannon killed him.

That's amazing.

You through?

You really want to hang the Dittmar's
murder case on the mob, unquote, nice

neat, just so you won't have to do any
work on it? This is what hangs the

Dittmar's killing on the mob evidence.

Now, all reads murder is a San Francisco
case. You go find a detective up there

and you tell him your bedtime stories.

AJ, the next time I want to hit him,
what are you going to do?

Hold your coat. Thank you very much.

Oh, I sure hate to think it.

What is going to do to Joyce Allred when
you tell her her brother was a hired

killer?

When I tell her?

Yeah. What about you? You're the older
brother. You tell her. Yeah, but you got

the Savoir Affair streak in the family.

Come on.

Besides, I'm not going to tell Joyce
anything, not until we nail this down.

I want to find out if Allred really was
in Burbank.

I want to get a fix on Allred and
Hannon's motives.

Money's always a good motive.

It's true.

All of the money.

Of course.

That means we really should get a look
at their financial statements.

Yeah.

That means that you really ought to call
your little friend at the IRS.

My little friend? Your little friend.
Thelma. Uh -huh.

A .J. Love. Love. No.

The last time I talked to Thelma was a
break of date, and I can't just... Hey.

Deep inside yourself, you'll find some
of the old family savoir faire.

Wait a minute, I may have found
something right here.

What? Our hound was on PSI 237, right?

Mm -hmm. Right, now here's a flight from
San Diego to Burbank.

And then here is a connector flight
leaving for San Francisco 30 minutes

Yeah?

And it gets to San Francisco 15 minutes
before PSI 237.

Let's go see if all read was on it.

Had a fellow about a week ago.

Looked like him.

What were you taking?

Sure.

Put him to a drugstore?

He gives me 20 bucks, tells me to wait.

Goes in the door there.

15 minutes later, he comes out with a
magazine in his hand.

Longest I've ever heard of anybody
picking out a magazine.

All right, we're here.

Sure.

He walks in the front.

23 -23.

Could have made it. Easy.

Yep.

Was there anything else about this man?

Did he say anything?

No, he didn't talk.

Was there anything unusual about the
guy?

Anything at all?

Yeah, there was.

He smoked a lot.

I don't like people smoking in my cabin,
I told him. But did he care?

No, sir. Chained smoke from the minute
he got in.

Lit every new butt up with the old ones.

When's the last time you had a $100 tip?

$20? $40?

$60? $80?

$100? And worth every penny. Thank you
very much.

Thank you.

Okay. San Francisco police gave Joey
Thorey's personal possessions. With any

cigarettes? Nope. Okay. Cigarette
lighter? Matches? Nope.

I didn't see an ice train anywhere in
his apartment.

If we ask Joyce, I'll bet she tells us
that Ol' Reed never smoked. Yep.

But boy, have we met someone who chain
smokes under pressure.

Obie Hannon.

There you go.

Ol' Reed must have been on the direct
flight using a ticket to Hannon's name.

Which means that Hannon met him in San
Francisco and killed him.

And wound up with an airtight alibi.

Uh -huh.

At least we don't have to ruin Joyce's
memory of her brother.

Look.

Did we take it to Bogartus?

It was even wilder than the first story
we tried to tell.

Well... No, I say we wait until we hear
back from Thelma. See if we can find out

what Hannon's motive was.

Just because we got a cab driver says he
has a passenger who was a smoker is not

going to prove it was Hannon. Not too
bad, Harris.

Maybe if we check the airline records.

How are you fixed for Steward I?

Not too well.

The only ones I know are lucky they
don't strangle themselves during the

mask demonstration.

It was a silly question. It was.

Look, I know somebody who might be able
to help us.

I'll go call and see if he's home. I'll
meet you at the car.

Okay.

We're all set.

Mom said to come on over.

His mom?

Yeah.

He's not home from school yet.

home from school.

Hi, AJ.

Hi, Irene. Nice to see you. This is my
brother, Rick.

Hello, Rick.

Hi. Come on in.

Right upstairs.

Okay. There, Mr. Adler.

Just stand there for a moment. Hi.

Hello, Alice.

Nice to see you again.

Ralph, this is Rick.

Hello, Rick.

Rick, that's Ralph.

And that's Richie.

Hi.

My brother, Rick. Hi, Rick. Nice to meet
you. Nice to meet you. Hey, guys.

Okay, here we have Alice.

Alice. And Ham.

Rick. Ham. And Jeremy. Hi. Jeremy. Nice
to meet you.

Dorothy and the Tin Man here too?
They're coming soon.

Would either of you like some coffee or
maybe a beer?

Oh, beer sounds good.

I'll go get it.

Do you mind if I go get it with you?

Computers make me nervous.

Me too. Come on along.

It's all right.

I'll vouch for him.

In spite of what he looks like.

Mom told me kind of what she wanted.

So I got into Travel Agents Network and
set it up so we can search by passenger

name. Great, okay.

The name is Hannon, first initial P.

There's one, right there.

PSI 237.

Yeah, we know about that one. That's
really all read.

Well, we'll just search every airline
that flies out of San Diego.

Okay.

No luck.

Only place we could find Hannon's name
was on the PSI list.

That means you went to Burbank under a
phony name.

Think if we ask him, he'll tell us what
it was?

There's only one way to find out.

Thank you, Irene.

Oh, AJ.

It was nice seeing you again.

Nice meeting you.

Nice meeting you.

See you again sometime.

I hope so.

So, uh... You kids, you, uh...

You go to school?

Uh, yeah.

It's a state law.

I didn't say law when I was your age.

Richie.

Thanks anyway.

Anytime. I'll leave the program running
just in case.

If anything turns up, I'll give you a
call. Super. Thank you.

Bye -bye, guys. Bye. Later, AJ.

Rick's candy.

Those guys again.

Mr. Hannon.

What? Oh, you two.

Any luck with Al Alry?

I guess you could call it that. We found
him in San Francisco.

Good. How is he?

He's dead.

Sorry to hear that.

Somebody shot him in the back Monday
before last, about 11 o 'clock.

You know, it's going to be a dangerous
world out there.

Where? I heard that you were in San
Francisco that day.

Did you happen to run into Al by any
chance?

I told you, I haven't seen Al for a few
weeks.

I didn't even know he was there.

Did you take the non -stop to San
Francisco or a connector flight, say,

Burbank? The non -stop.

That's good.

Because whoever took the connector
killed your ex -wife.

We'd hate to think it was you.

So would I.

They were all the guys.

Look, Mr. Hannon, you can either talk to
us or you can talk to Lieutenant

Bogart. Take it easy. Hey, come on. I
told you, don't do that to my brother.

Damn, I knew this was going to happen.

Oh,

terrific.

Thanks a lot, Thelma.

Oh, I can't wait.

No, I mean it.

Okay.

All right, bye -bye.

That was, uh...

I told her that we'd paint the town red
to choose her favorite place, you know,

for dinner and a show.

You know what she picked?

Hot dogs to ballpark.

Oh, my goodness.

Thelma's in love. Come on, AJ. She's
just a kid.

What do you mean she's a kid? She was in
my class. I said she's a kid.

She's a nice kid.

Well, well.

Has it happened?

Has spring...

Finally parked itself on Rick Simon's
doorstep? There's nothing unusual in all

of these accounts, but in Hannon, she
found a record of several personal

over the last few months to his ex
-wife.

How many?

Five. Twenty thousand each.

Wow.

Mr. Hannon did not strike me as the sort
of man to make large personal loans,

especially not to his former wife.

Yeah, she also found that Mr. Ditmar is
in severe financial trouble.

The Hannon payments were keeping him out
of bankruptcy.

First the payoff, and then the murder.
That sounds a lot like blackmail. And

motive. Guess what else Thelma found
out? What?

Starting about a week ago, Hannon
started closing out bank accounts. Let's

there's three here, two up in L .A., and
one in San Francisco.

He's getting liquid. He's going to leave
town. Now it's time to go see dad here.

Thelma has just been busy as a little
bee. Hey, hey, hey, she is just a nice

kid, A .J., that's it. She's just a nice
kid.

Great white.

Ricky's in love.

This is nothing. This is nothing. You
guys are giving me nothing. And I told

two to keep your noses out of my
business. Maybe you're slow learners.

Well, aren't you at least going to go
talk to Hannon again?

I already did. He called me this morning
with a little tale of horror.

Seems you two rousted him at his club
last night. Caused a lot of damage.

He started it. It doesn't matter.

It gives me all the provocation I need
to lift your weapons permits.

Now, come on, Bogartus.

Let's listen to the facts, okay?

We have a witness who can absolutely
place Hannon inside of his cab on the

of the murder. You showed the cab driver
a picture of Al Reed, not Hannon. Al

Reed didn't smoke.

Hannon doesn't do much of anything else.

I'm getting tired of looking at you. You
hit the bricks.

And if you two are picked up holding
weapons, I will personally arrange to

that you're locked up.

I came with Autumn. You jumped back. You
soared the guy. You stabbed the... Hey,

the same guy's booked on a flight to
Mexico City.

And then another one to Rio. He's
leaving the country.

We've got to call AJ and Rick.

When does the jet east international
flight leave?

Five minutes.

Is it rain?

You've reached Simon and Simon
Investigations.

Answering machine.

We'll leave a message for them to call
us.

Try their home number. Or try their
mother's number. We gotta get a hold of

them.

Rick and AJ, this is Hamilton Parker.

We gotta stop him.

Maybe we should call the police.

And how are we supposed to explain any
of this?

By the time it makes any sense, Hannan
will be over Venezuela.

I'll call him at home.

I'll get us back into the travel agency
computer network.

Maybe there's a way we can stall the
plane.

Welcome to Jet East International Flight
411.

Non -stop service to Mexico City.

May we ask that you take a few moments
to familiarize yourself with the safety

features of our aircraft.

Hello, Mrs. Simon?

Rick and AJ's mom?

My name is Hammond. I'm a friend of
theirs.

I... I'm 15 and a half.

No, I don't want to know if they could
come out and play, Mrs. Simon. Look,

is real important.

Do you know where I can reach them?

When you see them, could you please tell
them to call me or Richie or Jeremy or

Alice at Richie's house?

As soon as they can.

Thank you.

Here we are, flight 411.

We just got your message.

Flight 411?

Right, hold it as long as you can. We're
on our way.

Rick and AJ are moving towards the
airport.

They need some time.

Can we stop a jet airplane from taking
off just by pushing computer keys?

Watch.

How about a convention of vegetarian?

by the Travel Agents Network that a
convention of vegetarians is aboard your

flight. You better check your lunch
supply.

I think the boys loaded up with a beef
taco special today.

Uh, baggage.

Tell them they left behind some baggage.

Irish cheddar.

Fifteen Irish cheddars.

This is 4 -11. We are attempting to
identify the vegetarian passengers on

Are you sure you've got the right
flight?

10 -4. We've got another problem, 4 -11.
There's a report that 15 championship

virus setters were inadvertently left
off your flight. It must be some kind of

dog show in Mexico City. We're looking
for the dogs now. Stand by.

I just thought of one final stroke.

A passenger they left behind.

VIP.

Return to gate or security suite.

We can't find the vegetarians. You can't
find the Irish setters. Can we leave

now? 411.

You're not going to believe this. We've
been advised that a special VIP is asked

to board your flight.

This is ridiculous.

What kind of VIP can hold up a whole
Mexico City flight?

A VIP with a capital I.

Tell your passengers you're going to
bring them back to the terminal.

We're going to have to have security
check the plane.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid we're
going to have to return to the gate.

Nothing serious.

Sorry for the delay.

4 -11, 4 -11, 4 -11.

Kids hit it.

Sorry, Charlie, sorry, we're very late
for our flight.

I'm very sorry, we're very late for our
flight. We're going to miss our plane.

There was a major break in the
sensational Ditmars murder today when

arrested San Diego businessman Toby
Hannon for the crime. In a striking new

development, it seems that Hannon will
be charged with a second murder, that of

San Diegan Albert Allred.

Our Joe Warner spoke with LAPD
Lieutenant Julian Bogardas this morning.

You tape that here. Tell him how we
cracked it for you.

This is the result of literally
hundreds.

hundreds of hours of man work on the
part of the San Diego and Los Angeles

police departments. Come on.

We tracked him to San Francisco, where
we pieced together the complicated

plot. Tell him, Bad Hair, tell him. We
were able to sift through the complex

evidence and come up with the answers
that we all need.