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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.