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Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen, also starring Lee

Merriweather, with guest stars Gary Lockwood, Milton

Seltzer, special guest star Penny Fuller.

Tonight's episode, The Platinum Connection.

Open it, quick!

Quick!

The dollar's calling, Mr. Turner. He wanted to talk to you about the arrival.

You know I don't.

Touch that alarm button and you're dead.

You better do exactly as he says, Mary.

You, take a hand to my hand in the back.

Is there a key to that closet?

In the middle drawer of the desk.

Is this really necessary?

Do it!

You can take them out, too.

to torture somebody, stick this mask on.

My voice okay?

Good.

You making that point on time? Come on, Nate. Stop worrying.

My ulcer's acting up as it is.

Just drive careful.

Stay under the speed limit.

Come on, Nate. We've been over this a hundred times.

Don't get impatient.

You're always impatient.

All right.

You better take me now.

We're making it more realistic, Nate.

What?

We're partners.

Nate, I'm sorry, but you wouldn't last two minutes with some hard -nosed cop

asking questions.

Nana what all right now business has to go on commitment to all that If you're

not free for dinner tonight, I'll strangle Mitch There's no word to

way I felt I was in the art meeting was in a man's fire when I got the word You

bet your Frank anytime, but That phone rings again, I'll climb the wall

scotch and soda

With a twist, right?

Hey, look, girls, help yourselves to the bar. Smitty, George, lend the ladies a

hand. It's get acquainted time. Come on.

Mr. Mitchell, I'm Barnaby George.

Yeah, the insurance company mentioned you in the case. Come on in.

Thank you.

That phone.

Hey, I haven't had a bite today. Think I'll mix a little nourishment.

What's your pleasure, Jones?

Oh, nothing for me, thanks.

If I'm intruding, I... Oh, no, just a couple of bars checking on my life. That

phone's driving me crazy today. Come on, Jones, join me in a drink.

Yeah. Hey, come on. My partner's dead three days, and I'm talking to a couple

luscious. You're out of your skull, Gloria.

Sorry, Jones, what do you have?

Oh, nothing for me, thanks.

You know, I probably know less about that robbery than anybody.

I wasn't even here, on a plane heading for New York.

Well, the police report had all the facts. I'm not going to take you over

old ground, Mr. Mitchell. I just wondered whether...

You had given any thought to the crudeness of the theft.

Had you any ideas on that?

Crude?

In and out of my place with a half a million in platinum in less than three

minutes? Come on, Jones.

Well, I mean crude in the sense that there are a lot of things left to

For instance, that vault had a time lock activated at 8 o 'clock on Saturday

morning.

Yeah. Yeah, I see what you're getting at, Jones, but...

Well, you know, it's inventory time. We take it on Saturday.

And Nate could have been looking for some of the records we keep in the

And your silent alarm concealed buttons all over the place. A real pro would

have seen to it that security system was neutralized the very first thing.

Only thing I can drink.

Ulcers.

Here, John.

Everyone's thanking.

That guy was waving a gun around.

He probably knew Nate was scared. Wouldn't touch any buttons.

You see, John, I want to cooperate any way I can.

I'm a busy man.

I've got a thousand things on my mind. Well, I'm not going to bother you

anymore, Mr. Mitchell. I really just wanted you to know that I'm going to be

underfoot for a while.

Exactly what we hired to do, John.

Cover all the bases for California Meridian Insurance. You see, if this

turn out to be an inside job, I mean, one of your employees, say, Well, then

bonding company would have to bear some of the liability.

Well,

I hate to think of one of our people committing such a crime.

Mr. Turner, your partner, he wasn't really a physical man, was he?

Nay, strictly a desk man.

That's another strange thing. He did everything that the thief told him to

He taped Miss Duane, he opened up the vault, gave him all the platinum, and

for some reason he struggled with the thief.

I don't know. Maybe he thought he had a chance to pounce on him. Make a try.

Hey, Jones, my head's like a block of cement.

Can we chat about this some other time? Fine. Just one last thing.

Your bookkeeper, Miss Duane, she seems to be giving a more accurate description

of the man.

Well, coveralls and masks is how she described him to me.

Well, she seems to think now that he was much taller than she figured

originally, well over six feet, with great massive shoulders, a bit like a

wrestler.

Can you think of anyone who answered that description that you or your

may have known?

Not offhand.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Mitchell, for your time.

I'll let myself out. Sure thing, John.

new, Lieutenant?

Yeah, I lost the lunch betting on the game Sunday. Should have checked with me

first.

Talked with the other partner, Mitch Mitchell?

Yeah, there's a busy man.

Talking to him is like having a conversation with a nervous kangaroo.

It's a candidate for a heart attack.

That's a jewelry manufacturing business. I don't think I want any part of it.

You want to lose another lunch, Lieutenant?

I'd like to bet that this was an amateur job.

No, it's too clean.

You're on.

Did you talk to Mitch about the cloisonné enamel, Sam?

Too competitive, he says. Buys a half a million in platinum and says enamel too

competitive? Go figure that out.

I'll talk to him first chance I get.

You can catch him in one spot long enough.

Mr. Wayne?

Barnaby Jones, I called earlier.

Oh, yes, Mr. Jones. Come right in.

You don't want to intrude on your lunch period?

Perfectly all right. How can I help you?

Is this where the masked robber locked you up?

Yes. I didn't know whether to be frightened or relieved.

On the one hand, being locked in a closet, but yet at least his intentions

didn't seem to include hurting me.

How would you describe his manner?

Was he nervous as opposed to being cool?

Very cool.

I think he's somebody with considerable experience in robbery.

Considerable experience.

Well, yes, he was very professional.

I suppose since you were locked up in the closet in there, you didn't hear

of what happened out here.

When the shot was fired.

Miss Duane, how much time would you estimate we spent just now talking in

office?

Oh, about two minutes. Why?

That's about the same amount of time you said you were locked in the closet when

you heard the gunshot.

About two minutes.

Is there something wrong with my answers, Mr. Jones?

No, you're doing just fine.

At one point, it seemed strange the speed with which the robber worked. Now,

got into that ball.

He transferred 100 pounds of platinum out that door to a waiting vehicle in

space of two minutes.

Very professional, as I said.

Can I get out that way?

Yes, of course.

Is that an alarm?

Yes, it is.

Thank you very much.

You're very welcome, Mr. Jones.

No? Oh, one moment.

It's Sweeney. He doesn't like his discount. Hang up on him.

All right, tell him everything's taken care of.

A new billing will be sent to you, Mr. Sweeney.

You know, it's our pleasure.

Goodbye.

You know, I feel like a one -armed juggler.

Any news from Johannesburg yet?

None, and I've wired again.

Would you rip that thing out or something like that?

Eats.

Yes, he's here.

One moment.

Too late.

You'll have to talk to him.

What's Jones doing here?

I thought he left.

It's the buyer from Wilson's.

That's how it all starts.

A sheet of paper.

Oh, it starts long before that, Mr. Jones.

Long conferences on trends, availability of metal stones.

Feelers on to the buyers.

You work mostly in gold?

Gold's a staple.

Never out of fashion.

I understand you've been with the company a long time.

Fourteen years.

Started off with just three of us.

Mr. Turner, married back then myself.

Nice family feeling.

Mr. Mitchell came in nine years ago as a salesman.

Then bought in.

You know what's curious to me, Mr. Benson?

Why so much platinum on my hand?

That was Mr. Turner's idea.

Before it goes up, he said. I said, speculating in the jewelry business is

luck, and it was.

Cost of his life.

They know very little.

What are you talking about?

The police and Mr. Jones.

They really know very little.

Jones told me you gave a more complete description of the robber.

Yes, I was a little confused when I first described him.

Remembering just that... terrible mask, but I became more composed after Mr.

Turner was buried.

He was really a very big man.

Almost a head taller than you.

Much, much heavier.

You know, Mary, I'm going to be depending on you a lot more now.

Running the company alone.

I want you to take on more responsibility.

Of course, Mr. Mitchell.

Maybe we can discuss it at dinner tonight.

All right.

Make a reservation at Roger's.

You know, the insurance company may be looking for ways not to pay off from the

platinum. You know, on the grounds that Nate was a little careless that morning.

What I mean, Mary, is, uh... Jones works for them, so maybe we shouldn't go out

of our way to cooperate with him.

That's exactly the way I feel.

That could win a Pulitzer Prize.

Yeah. You want one? Oh, no, thank you. My waistline would never forgive me, but

I will take a sip of your lemonade.

The nicest young man at the credit rating bureau said I had the loveliest

That's a sign he has a good judgment.

Did you get into that list I left you?

I checked all of the employees he circled.

Nothing yet.

What about Mitchell? Did you double -check him?

Yes. He was on a flight to New York at the time of the robbery. Flight 522,

departure 8 o 'clock, with two stopovers, Salt Lake City and Chicago.

Stopover?

Arrival, New York, 342.

One look at Mitchell, it's hard to see him taking anything but direct flight.

You know, I've been trying to put myself in the place of that thief.

If I were a professional...

I would have grabbed that bookkeeper the minute she opened the place.

Then I would have seen to it that all the alarms were cut off and sat there

waited for one of the partners to show up.

Which leaves you with your amateur theory.

I'm babysitting a half billion dollars worth of platinum.

Did I make a connection before the robbery?

Talk to a fence?

Likely not.

Fence would have been too smart to talk directly to a non -pro about a robbery

that hadn't happened yet.

If I'd gotten caught, I might have pulled him down too.

Would you have some idea of what your next move would be?

Sure, I'd ask around, look for a middleman.

Maybe even somebody on the lowest rung of the ladder.

That lowest rung might be a good place to start.

Isn't it strange?

In all the years I've been making reservations for you here, I've never

been here myself.

Here, good food.

I envy your life, Mr. Mitchell.

Knowing everybody.

Able to mix with any company.

Haven't you ever thought of getting married?

I don't have plenty of time for that.

Listen, back to business.

Just a minute, huh?

Mind if I use your phone, Andre?

Help yourself.

Ready whenever you want.

The powerhouse on Olsen Road.

Exactly midnight.

Who am I meeting?

I'll have him with me.

Doesn't leave me much time. I have to leave now to pick it up.

Midnight. Parts off.

Good evening, Mr. Mitchell.

No, no, Mitch. Make it Mitch.

Hey, what are you doing here? I didn't know you knew anywhere around town. It's

sort of an in -and -out place, huh?

Well, I was talking with your Miss Dwayne this afternoon about places to

in, and she recommended Rocher AC. In fact, she got me the reservation.

Well, listen, just tell the mayor it's on me.

Hey, Smitty, what happened with that BMM? You know, that chick I lunched up

with. Well, I lead a very quiet life, Mr. Mitchell.

Hey, do me a favor, will you, Smitty?

Come on over to my table. Come on.

I've got Mary Dwayne with me and something's come up. You understand?

Come on.

You two know each other?

Well, come on, Smitty. Sit down.

Look, Mary, why don't you and Smitty have dinner together? You know, the best

everything. Champagne it up.

I just managed to contact the supplier who's got to leave town within the hour,

and I've got to talk to him.

And, Mary, about that little business discussion of ours, start by my place in

the morning with your books, and we'll see if we can't make some headway, okay?

Have fun, you two.

Did you tell him yet?

No.

But I think it's beginning to penetrate.

Maybe we should just get it over with.

Didn't you say patience was an important part of your plan?

Let's not rush things.

You're pretty hard to locate these days, Andy.

Well, I stay on the move, you know.

Cops. Somebody sneezes wrong in this town, they step on my neck.

How long you been out this time?

Six months, and I'm staying clean, too.

Good idea.

Five jobs, five convictions.

You're betting a thousand, Andy.

No more. I mean it.

Fifty? I want you to pull a small job for me. What? A hypothetical job.

Supposing you cracked a safe and came away real big, like half a million in

gold. You can't get a fence in town to talk to you, which I know you can't,

because last time you were trying to sell hot stones to a detective in San

Pedro. Hey, that was a bum rap.

Entrapment. The point is, Andy, you're bad news. You need in -between

connections.

I'm sliced 16 ways before I even meet the man.

A half million, Andy. You can't have any more than two or three fences in the

whole town who can handle a score that big.

Metal, huh?

That's something special.

Top of my head, I couldn't even guess.

How would you start?

Ask around.

Promise a cut.

I'll be at this number all night. Think you can come up with a couple of names

by morning?

Maybe.

If, uh, there was some sort of bonus.

You come up with the right name by breakfast and another hundred dollars

you. A hundred?

Don't leave that phone.

Come on, get that stuff moved in here.

Hey, wait a minute. Where's the fed?

He wants it delivered.

And certainly not in that van.

Well, nobody spotted that van. Look, Andrew.

Come on, come on. Stop talking and start unloading.

You know, I don't like this. You said whoever it is would be here with the

It's waiting.

A quarter of a million.

You didn't say we'd be moving around with it. Slight change of plans.

You want this dealer, don't you?

You know what I want is a personal meeting, like where's the cash and that

of thing.

Load that trunk.

There isn't any fence, is there? I mean, there never was.

Load it.

Why so greedy, Andre?

You're beautiful.

I'll bet your partner wondered about the same thing before you killed him.

Move it.

Well, that was different.

I always thought that Nate would blow to the cops.

He wasn't a good liar.

You thinking of retiring?

Couple of these I might be able to. What brought you down here?

Somebody slipped me the word that Roger might be a good man to talk to. I was on

my way to see him when the news came in.

Who slipped you the word?

Andy Burns.

That's all he had.

Looks like I bought the name of a dead man.

What'd the coroner have to say?

Sometime between 11 and 3.

Watchman down the way thought he heard backfiring around midnight, so that

should be it.

Ever hear of Roger fencing?

No, it's percentage, man.

Maybe he was here fixing price and the thief didn't like it.

If the thief is that rough, he's no amateur and you owe me a lunch.

Oh, no.

Case isn't closed yet.

Every Eagle employee passing presents been checked.

Rule out an inside job, I start looking for pro.

Happy hunting, Barnaby.

There you go.

Could be improved with a little rum, Mr. Jones.

It's fine.

You work real long hours, don't you, Al? A couple of hours in the morning, eight

to two at night.

I know you've been all over this with the police, but think about last night.

Who did Mr. Roger talk to?

I don't recall anything except the usual glad hand.

No strangers?

Nobody you hadn't seen before?

Oh, we might have a strange face or two, but mainly our trade is regular. It's

all by reservation.

And if Mr. Roger doesn't know you, chances are you don't need him.

They keep a reservation book?

Most do, yeah.

You sure do make a tasty milkshake.

Could I see it?

Hmm? The book.

Oh, yeah, sure. It's right over there. Help yourself.

all studies.

Do they have a private listing for reservation?

Not that I know of.

Mitchell.

Is that Mitch Mitchell?

Yeah, he runs a jewelry business.

Party of two.

Do you happen to remember who was with him?

Oh, did I?

Not a doll like he's generally with. She was sort of on the plain side, about

32, 35, reddish hair.

Joe the maitre d' said she works for him.

Mary. You told me to come by this morning.

Right, right. Come on in.

I had a terrible night last night. Want a drink?

At this time of morning?

Eh, it's not exactly a drink. You know, lime, clam tomato juice, pepper, raw

egg, and a little vodka.

No, thank you.

You know, Mary, I'm not exactly in the mood to work today. Why don't you just

on to the office?

Were we really going to work or just talk?

You always seem to be on the verge of talking about something, but it never

very far before you're off and running again.

Yeah, that talk.

You know, Mary, you're really a very attractive girl.

Why don't we start out by being honest with each other?

Now what?

Hey, make yourself comfortable.

Good morning.

Well, anything that can wait?

I was wondering if you were aware the police had recovered some of your

platinum.

Uh, no, I didn't know.

How much did they find?

Dwayne? Uh, one button.

It's about $5 ,000, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, they catch the thief?

Please don't think so.

You knew the restaurateur Roger, didn't you?

Oh, yeah, slightly.

Sort of a hello acquaintance.

Why?

He was killed last night.

They think he was dealing for the platinum.

Well, I can't believe it.

Roger mixed up in something like this?

He left this place about 9 .30 last night. Is that right?

Yeah, I started out to meet a buyer, and I didn't feel too good, so I decided to

come home instead.

Why do you ask?

Well, they figure he was killed about midnight.

Police are probably going to be asking a lot of people a lot of questions, and

they might even, you know, ask you to account for your time.

No problem here.

I was home alone.

Well, being familiar with police procedure, they might ask for some sort

proof. What do you mean, proof?

Perhaps the whole matter could be simplified by accounting for my time,

Jones.

I was with Mr. Mitchell the whole night.

Thank you, Mitch.

But I don't think my reputation would suffer too much.

Any other questions, Mr. Jones?

No, I don't think so.

You know, Jones, you seem to be rather suspicious of me.

Are you aware that I was boarding a plane at 7 .30 that Saturday in the air

and meeting a buyer at the airport in New York City?

That reminds me.

You took a flight with two stopovers.

Why didn't you fly direct?

I had a lot of work to catch up on. No telephones, no business calls, no

intrusions. You see, Jones, that seven hours in the air gave me the opportunity

to put in seven solid hours of work with no interruption.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Wayne.

Hey, Jones.

If I, you know, seem a little irritable, I want you to know that the

work's getting to me.

We all have off days.

You're quite a girl, Friday.

Thanks a lot. That could have been embarrassing.

That could have been your neck.

What are you talking about?

I know everything.

I overheard Nate telling you more than three months ago what had to be done to

save the company.

Well, how little I understand women.

How could you?

You've never even known a real woman.

Ouch. That hurts.

Mitch, you know the trouble with you?

You've always been too busy being the charmer.

You've got no real business sense, like peddling that metal through Roger.

Why deal with the underworld when there are businessmen just as crooked as you

are?

Who got mine, Mary?

A buyer once hinted to you that your license to buy industrial gold could

to your advantage.

Can't recall him.

Yes, that was the day you were busy hiring a new filing clerk, partial to

wearing miniskirts and tight -fitting sweaters.

What do you want, Mary?

What am I offered?

$25 ,000.

That's a reasonable figure.

I'd hoped I'd be worth more than that to you.

Well, I must admit, Mary, I don't understand you.

I know you don't.

I mean, when you knew what was going to happen, what were your real feelings?

At first, a sense of shock.

And I don't know.

It excited me.

Something happening I wasn't prepared for.

When Nate was shot?

Again.

Fear of you.

And then... You're an exciting man, Mitch.

You know, Mary, I think we're going to get along just fine.

I'm sure of it.

She was lying, Betty.

I touched the hood of her car. It was still warm. She probably drove up just

before I did.

She could have driven out with cigarettes.

No. Her confession surprised him as much as it did me.

He wasn't prepared for such an alibi?

No, if she'd been in on it from the beginning, they'd have had their story

pat.

Barnaby, Mitchell was on a plane to New York during the robbery.

Loading time was 7 .30.

He could have checked in, handed over his ticket, mingled with the people in

waiting area and left. By 8 o 'clock, he could have been back.

At the jewelry company, the robbery and the murder took five minutes, and he's

away. He drives a platinum to some place that they have agreed upon in advance,

back to the airport, gets on a nonstop flight to New York under an assumed

Arriving at the same time, the two -stop flight got in.

Simple matter to walk over to the other gate and meet at bar.

Do you really think both partners were in on it? They had to be, Betty. That's

the only thing that explains the short time it took to load the platinum.

No one guy was holding a gun on the other. They were both loading it.

Only one thing.

Where does Mary Duane fit in?

And why was Mitchell so surprised when she gave him an alibi for that night?

There's very little on her.

There's very little to get. She lives alone, never dates.

As a matter of fact, I came up with only one woman friend.

A neighbor, Mrs. Andrews, who runs a little TV store.

Only one thing that makes sense.

If Mary Dwayne had recognized Mitchell behind the mask that

day, that would explain their sudden dating, getting

together.

I'd hate to be in her shoes if she's holding that information over a killer's

head, blackmailing him.

I have a feeling that Mary Duane can take care of herself on the clinches.

You're early.

I thought we were going to meet for lunch.

I, uh... I thought maybe we'd take a little drive. You know, have lunch

somewhere along the way on the road.

And how lonely would this road be?

What?

I think I feel more comfortable in the city, Mitch.

I guess we'll stop playing games, Mary. Come on out to the car.

Oh, listen, before we go, this might interest you.

Sorry we don't have the time.

Something new they've come out with. It's really marvelous.

TV camera and receiver.

For home use.

The car?

Stick this mask on him.

My voice okay?

Good. See if the van is positioned right.

I knew it would happen that morning.

Nate asking me to be sure to open early, and you supposedly on that plane.

It was an hour and a half tape. I had it fixed and running before you and Nate

even went into your act.

There is, of course, a duplicate.

One that will find its way into the hands of the police if I should die or

disappear.

You're not the suicidal type, Mitch. And that's what you'd be doing.

You know, Mary, you must feel real pleased with yourself.

I'm not proud of what I did, Mitch.

I thought about it and thought about it.

I told myself it was crazy.

I think way down deep...

I thought it was a way of getting closer to you.

We worked together for so long, Witch.

I did have feelings that... I couldn't help but think of you.

Often.

And I knew you'd need help from the beginning.

I'll be sharing all your problems now.

You mustn't think of it like that.

It's a game.

Thrilling and exciting.

What's ahead is exciting.

I have so many things to share.

Note how compact this camera is.

Why not browse?

Take your time. Any questions, just call on me.

Mary and I really got to know each other when we discovered we had a common

interest.

She's a lovely person, just lovely.

I've only known her a short time.

She became absolutely fanatic about the new videotape system, experimenting with

different lighting and various angles.

In fact...

Here's the tape Mary made herself.

She shot this through a mirror. She was constantly experimenting.

Through a mirror?

Well, Mary claimed you could use a mirror with self -conscious subjects.

grandchildren. You try to pose grandchildren.

Ms. Andrews, would it be difficult to...

To make a duplicate of a tape.

Now that's strange.

You were the second person within an hour to ask that question.

We'll find the second who was the first.

Well, maybe you know him. Mr. Mitchell, he's Mary's boss.

Mr. Mitchell.

Did Mary make a duplicate recently?

She sure did. But as I told Mr. Mitchell, I never saw it.

Where have you been?

Trouble? No, but the time is short. The Platinum is at a beach house. Mitch

wants me to meet him there at seven and move it elsewhere.

How'd you get the location out of him?

We are on friendly terms.

It's Eleanor.

V.

It's three.

It's a simple crime, too.

No. He buys the fact that we're partners. He needs me as much as I need

Yeah, you are jealous.

I like that.

Change is all the women want. What's different? What's different?

Mr. Benson, these security mirrors, they're all fixed in place, aren't they?

mean, usually.

Well, they're supposed to be.

I see that one's moved around.

Thanks.

Dwayne, go up. It looks like a windstorm. Yeah.

Mr. Litchfield was in here looking for a package Mary left.

What kind of a package?

He just said it was small.

Mary put it away for safekeeping.

Do you describe the package? What size?

Well, about so.

You know the package?

Answering service. I just got the message.

Just a second.

The service said you mentioned the package.

I can't stand designing jewelry I don't like.

It's not modern. It's tasteless.

Sam, you found a package I was looking for?

What's so important about a little package?

Mr. Mitchell, it's not healthy for a man to be so intense.

Today's troubles you'll laugh at tomorrow.

Sam, you find a package or didn't you?

Yes. I was returning a file to Mary's office, and it was so messy, I decided

neaten it up. Well, just show me, okay? I mean, it's not important, and maybe it

is important. I don't know. It's not in Mary's office.

What?

I've got it right here.

I found it behind a box of staples.

There's a bottom.

Well, thanks, Sam. She's in a hurry.

Make up your mind how much to cut Mitch in for?

I think zero would be a nice number.

How long will it take, disposing of it?

Six weeks, no longer.

I don't believe it.

It's unbelievable.

Both of you.

Both of you went on this.

It's incredible.

Might be wise for you to put that away.

They do go off, you know.

Yeah, indeed they do.

Indeed they do.

Well, how long's this been going on?

You two?

Christmas a year ago.

Neither one of us had anything very special to do after the office party, so

made Christmas dinner for us.

And now, there are wedding plans.

Well, that's nice.

Very nice.

But you, uh... might have to change

those plans.

What's that?

That.

Helpful Sam.

He found it for me.

Sam. What's she talking about?

I haven't the faintest idea.

You've got a bad memory, Mary.

It's your precious duplicate.

Duplicate?

The duplicate was mailed to me.

I've got it locked away.

No. No, Sam.

Yeah, we found it straightening up his office.

So don't tell me this isn't it. That's right, Mitch, it isn't.

Drop the gun.

This is your ploy, Jones.

Just consider it a little gift.

Another gift for you, Miss Dwayne.

You'll be happy to know that your friend Sam is still your good and firm friend.

After I explain it to him...

He agreed with me that it was better for you to do a little cell time than for

us to stumble over your body somewhere.

Get me the police.

All I'm saying is you could have phoned before heading up to that beach house.

Did you ever follow Mitchell in a car?

He hit a hundred in a couple of places.

What charges can you bring against Mary Duane and Smith?

Grand theft, conspiracy, obtaining stolen goods.

But neither one of them had any prior records?

Nope, first time in the bullpen.

Well, if Mitchell didn't have any prior record either, then it seems to me that

everybody involved in the robbery of that vault is an amateur.

Uh, yeah, that's, uh...

I guess that's one way to put it.

You know, Lieutenant, maybe you ought to stop bedding lunch.