All language subtitles for McCloud S06E07 Night of the Shark

[clamoring]

His name is McCloud.

He's got to die tonight,

or we could be out of business
by morning.

We understand the man
you threw off the building

may be involved in the murder of
Superintendent Caldwell.

Stop, or I'll shoot!

[horse neighing]

[dramatic music]

[crowd clamoring]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Alright, Demery, I called
your raise. What do you have?

Demery: Full house.
Jacks over sevens.

Three kings.

Straight to seven.

Full house. Aces over eight.

- Can you beat that?
- I already did.

[chuckles] I know you did.

Now I can see
why this guy grabbed

all the marbles
over in Australia.

Not all the marbles.

[camera clicks]

Alex Demery? It can't be.

All the way
from the United States.

It's official, Eric.
We've been invaded.

[camera clicks]

Charles Oakland himself.

I'm gonna have to pass,

on the hand
and on the proposition.

- You can't pass.
- I can't?

Perhaps I'm old, but I like
things the way they are.

Now, who's that heavyweight?
We've got to find out.

Well, he's got to turn around
sometime.

Oakland: Why don't we have
another drink, gentlemen?

Eric. Eric, he's turning.

- Damn!
- What's the matter?

Bloody butler got in the way.

- My private stock. The best.
- Of course.

Demery: Mr. Oakland,
I know that our proposition

will be, not could be,
but will be very beneficial

for everyone here,
you as well as us.

I wish you'd reconsider.

It won't change my mind.

I feel very strongly
about this country.

Long: You wanted gin.

- Getting any of the chat?
- A little.

But I've got to get
a direct shot into that cabin.

At the moment
I'm picking up the generators

and everything else
on that boat.

Well, we can't get any closer.

Oh, they've got to be armed
to the teeth.

I bet what they're saying
might be just the arms we need.

I got to give it a try.
You can stay here.

Uh-uh.

Any place you can go,
I can go, mate.

Right.

I think my, uh,
friend Alfie here

may have misinterpreted what
we have in mind, Mr. Oakland.

My appraisal of you, Mr. Demery,

doesn't rely on anything
Mr. Donnely has said.

You are, after all, famous.

I'm a hard worker.
I'm also a man of my word.

Anybody that ever worked with me
would tell you that.

Those that can talk, you mean.

You've been listening
to the wrong people.

[engine revving]

What do you know about
Sydney Harbor, Mr. Demery?

Nice-lookin' piece
of real estate.

Yes, on the surface,
all beautiful and serene.

Just below the surface,
there's another story.

Right here, where we lie
anchored, in front of the center

of what's probably
the most concentrated

breeding ground for sharks
in the world.

What do you think of that?

- I'd get rid of 'em.
- How?

Once they decide they like
a place, they make it their own.

Now, if we could've kept
the first shark out...

I'm beginning to get the drift.

I thought you would.

I guess we count him out.

He's old.

He won't be around
much longer anyway.

Always wondered
where you came from

before you arrived in Sydney.

Your manners suggest

you ran with a pack of dingos.

The tail end of the pack
at that.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Charlie.

Mr. Long,
will you see us to shore?

[instrumental music]

The man's got style and guts.

Hold the launch!

I'll be leaving, too.

We haven't completed
our business.

It seems to me that there
are three serious obstacles

to our arrangement, Alfie.

The two gentlemen
in this boat and, that, uh,

police inspector,
Superintendent Caldwell.

He's cost us a fortune
every time

we tried to set up in Australia.

If those are the only problems
we have,

we'll be talking very soon.

No offence, Alfie, but, uh,

I think you might be in
over your head.

Still, you give a nice party.
See ya.

[instrumental music]

Sorry to break up the party.

Maybe you're just the man
to put it back together.

I don't think you understood me.

I'm not interested in seeing
you people come to Australia.

I like things the way they are,
and I get things the way I like.

[camera clicks]

[intense music]

Blasted engines.
Tardy earthing.

[groans]

What is it?

What's the matter with you?

[groaning]

Charlie: Charles! Ah!

Hey, stop this thing.
Somebody give him a hand.

[Charlie screaming]

- Oh, God!
Eric: What happened?

Someone's gone overboard.

Eric, what will we do?
I mean, we...

- We could help.
- We can't help.

But they're not trying to help,
and if they don't hurry--

Hurry, before he drowns!

- Turn it around.
- Get me out of here!

Charlie: Hurry! Please.
- Please!

[gasps] Oh! Can't breathe...

[Oakland panting]

I wouldn't put my arms out
of the launch if I were you.

- Get me out of here!
- Shark!

Shark!

- No!
- Charles!

Oh, my God!

[Charlie screaming]

I think I'm gonna be sick.

[screaming]

Eric, it's a feeding frenzy.

We gotta get out of here
quickly!

Eric, we've got
to get out of here.

- The equipment.
- Eric, no!

Eric, for God's sake,
forget the equipment!

- No!
- Eric, come back to the boat!

No!

Jenny, get me out!

My leg. It's hurting.

- Eric.
- Please. What happened?

Oh, God! Eric, don't look down.

Just, darling,
just lie back in the boat.

I, I'm gonna have to tie
a rope a-- around your leg.

[intense music]

[machine beeping]

Jennifer: With all due respect,
superintendent,

I don't think I can take
this kind of special police work

any longer. I...

I just don't know whether the
whole thing is really worth it.

[machine beeping]

How close did he come?

Too close.

[machine beeping]

- How's your mother, sir?
- Hm?

Oh, she's fine, fine.
She's just in for tests.

We're going back
to headquarters now, sir?

Well, Putney, to my home
and then to the airport.

I'm flying to the United States.

Uh, tonight, sir?

Just as soon as I can alert
the New York Police Department.

Something to do
with your mother, sir?

Hm? Oh, yeah.
Yes, my mother, Putney.

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

Woman on PA: ...white courtesy
phone, please.

Now, the commissioner'll
be here any minute,

so keep your eyes open
and your mouths shut.

Visiting dignitaries can do more

to screw up a good police career
than anything I know,

even though the dignitary
is a cop.

So watch what you say and do.

You're walking
on political eggshells.

[dramatic music]

Woman on PA: Passengers from
Central Airlines flight 16,

your plane will leave...

[intense music]

[music continues]

You feeling alright, officer?

[aircraft droning]

Woman on phone: Operator.
- Security, please.

Man on phone: Security.
- This is Officer McCloud.

- Checkin' in.
Man on phone: Hi, McCloud.

Did you see Officer Murphy?

Haven't heard from him
for quite a while.

Well, how long's it been?

More than half an hour.
Any problems down there?

No, it's quiet
as a church mouse here.

Man on phone: Ha. Could you go
over to B Concourse and check?

Yeah, sure, I'll run over there
and see if I can find him.

Man on phone: 10-4.

Are we entitled to know
why this big mucky muck

is coming in to New York?

Just think of it as another one

of those exchange programs.

Does that mean
you're going to Australia?

Don't I wish?
Anything to get away from...

Woman on phone: United
flight 108 to Miami, Florida...

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Officer McCloud here. Would you
give me security, please?

This is Officer McCloud, uh--

Oh, I don't know
whether to laugh or cry.

McCloud: Excuse me,
just a minute, would you, chief?

Uh, has anything turned up yet?

Oh, well,
I'll just keep lookin'.

I guess it's cry.

For a minute
I thought you might be

catching a plane to Taos.

Oh, no, this is my week
for airport detail.

One of our officers is missing.

- Missing?
- Yeah. Checked in.

They haven't heard from him
in over an hour.

- What airline terminal?
- Well, this one.

That's why I came over here
to see if I can be of some help.

So far I haven't seen
hide nor hair of him.

Probably reading a magazine
in the john.

Must be somethin', uh,

awful special up
to get you out here.

Oh, just a routine greeting
for some Australian cop.

Oh, but the commissioner
will be here,

so, uh, keep a low profile, huh?

There you go.

Woman on phone: Officer McCloud,
white courtesy phone, please.

Officer McCloud,
white courtesy phone, please.

This is McCloud.
You got a call for me?

Woman on phone: I have security.
- McCloud here.

Man on phone: Report
of a disturbance.

- Where?
- Men's room, B Concourse.

- What level?
- Level one.

I'm on my way.

[intense music]

Woman on PA: Qantas flight 137

from Sydney, Australia,

via Los Angeles, California,

has docked at gate three.

[intense music]

Woman on PA: Ms. Robertson,
please contact 1-5.

Sorry I'm late, Pete.
Got stuck in the traffic.

Caldwell here yet?

Outside, everyone!
Come on, outside, outside!

- What's happening?
- Alright, get out right there.

[indistinct yelling]

[intense music]

- Superintendent Caldwell?
- Yes.

Chief Clifford.
Hope you had a nice flight.

- Yes, thank you.
- That's Commissioner Larson.

- Sir.
- How do you do?

Larson: Nice meeting you, sir.

Shall we go, gentlemen?

[dramatic music]

Security.

Woman on PA: Mr. Carl Miller,
please contact 2-5.

Mr. Carl Miller,
please contact 2-5.

This is McCloud,
we got a dead cop on our hands.

Get the coroner's unit
over here as fast as you can.

All the security you can spare.

[intense music]

[explosion]

[gunfire]

[clamoring]

Clifford: Get down!
Everybody get down!

Get those people behind cover.
Damn it! Take cover!

[people screaming]

Clifford: Alright, get back!
People, get back!

We can't work
with everybody gawking.

Please, people, step back!

Miller, get those security guys
over there

and have 'em clear the area.

- Chief?
- Commissioner?

[indistinct chatter]

Man 1: Anybody here
who is a doctor?

[dramatic music]

Damn shame!

I tell you, McCloud,

ordinarily I don't care much
for commissioners,

but that was one good man.

Yeah?

Why did they do it? What do they
think they accomplished?

Well, I've come
to the conclusion that crimes

don't have to make sense
anymore.

Oh, yes, I keep forgetting that.

Do you suppose that the
commissioner wasn't the target?

That it was the superintendent
from Australia?

That makes even less sense
than killing the commissioner.

Who'd know about Caldwell here?

Who'd care enough about
his visit to want him dead?

Well, I suppose that depends
upon what he was doin' here.

Well, from what I can ascertain,
it was strictly

an exchange of information
on organized crime.

Of course, the only person
that can really tell us that

is the commissioner,
and he's dead.

Caldwell can't?
He didn't make it?

No, he died
en route to the hospital.

Now the Sydney Police Department
isn't taking this too well.

It seems the, uh, superintendent
was some kind of super cop.

Well, they made
a special request of us.

They want you to fly back.

- With the body.
- Me?

You were the only
official eyewitness

to the shooting.

Naturally,
the police department will

have a lot of questions about
the superintendent's death.

You saw everyone
in the vicinity.

It's possible that more
than one person was involved.

Well, the only one
that I can swear to

is the one
who pulled the trigger.

Oh, the superintendent
wasn't without his enemies.

And the police down there
will have photographs

they'll want you to look at,
you know,

people who might figure
in a conspiracy.

Well, in any case,
we can hardly say no.

I've already cleared your trip
with New Mexico.

[instrumental music]

- Marshal McCloud?
- Yes, sir.

- Inspector Hale.
- How do you do, sir?

I've a car here
to take you to your hotel.

- Oh, thank you.
- Look.

If you feel up to comin' down

to headquarters afterwards,

we'd like to start
this investigation

just as soon as possible.

Well, that's alright with me.

After 22 hours on that plane

I got all the sleep
I can take, anyway.

Yeah, I suppose you have.

Sam McCloud,
the New York City policeman

who gunned down the assassin
who allegedly took the life

of Police Superintendent
Caldwell

some 48 hours ago
in the United States.

You sure we got the right bloke?

Doesn't look much like New York.

No, not much.

[intense music]

[vehicle honking]

No one? Not even a chance?

I really don't know
who I'm looking for.

That terminal
was filled with people.

The only one that sticks out
in my mind

was the guy
that was doin' the shootin'.

Well, look at these again.

Now, on this page,

here are all people
that are known associates

of all the more militant
criminals in Sydney.

[scoffs] No.

Well, it was worth a try.

Putney here will take you
back to the hotel.

No, no, now, wait a minute.
Hold on.

You fellas don't have
to chauffeur me around.

I can get a taxi.

Putney doesn't have
anything else to do

until he's reassigned, you see,

he was
the superintendent's driver.

Well, now look, I'll do anything
you fellas want me to do.

Answer your questions,
look at more pictures,

you just call the shot.

Well, if anything comes up,
we'll know where to find you.

In the meantime,
Putney will be happy

to drive you around our town.

Sure thing. Be glad to.

Inspector,
I just found Charles Oakland

or what's left of him.
You better come.

Left of him? Come on.

Hm. Well, I reckon
we better go with them, Putney.

I've got to take you
sightseeing.

You heard what he said.
Charles Oakland.

He's a suspect in our case.

Our case?

[clanking]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

I figured that you'd wanna see
if I could identify

this, uh, this Charles Oakland
any better in person

rather than from a photograph.
You know what I mean?

Sure. Good idea, McCloud.
Go ahead.

I'll just wait outside, marshal.

No, I, uh,
I can't say as I know the fella.

What's the word, doc?

Skipper in the marina went down
to check out a sticky rudder.

Found the remains
jammed on to the stern.

- That all that's left?
- That's a lot.

I'd say he'd been in the water
about two days.

Would you be able to say
if he was alive or dead

before they got at him?

- Maybe.
- Yeah, well, stay with the doc.

Keep me posted.

Well, who was he?

Ran one of the biggest
gaming houses in Sydney.

Plus, a few pet projects,
all illegal.

Very, uh, independent
and very tough

when anyone disputed
his territorial imperative.

Have you got some kind
of a range war going on here?

- I mean, by that--
- You don't have to explain.

We are into Roy Rogers.

It's just that I don't know
how to answer you.

There are things going on,
and I'm just not at liberty

to acknowledge 'em since you'll
be headin' home soon anyway.

Yeah, well,
I guess you're right. [chuckles]

- Officer.
- Putney.

Call me Putney. Everyone does.

Well, I suppose we ought to get
out of the inspector's hair.

- Nice meeting you.
- Marshal.

Um, after that, you might
not want to go straight back

to your hotel room.
Have you tried Australian beer?

No, can't say as I have.

Oh, Putney, why don't you, uh,

give the marshal
a little taste of the land?

We don't want to send you home
unopened.

Appreciate your thought,
inspector.

[instrumental music]

Well, feeling better?

[intense music]

Caldwell: McGee tells me
we've sold my demise.

Clifford: If they believe
you are dead,

they might just
make the wrong move

and might even
get a bit too careless.

And as you've undoubtedly heard,

one of our suspects turned up
in Sydney Harbor.

- Without his body.
- Ugly business, isn't it?

Caldwell: By the way,
this McCloud,

I've heard he has a tendency
to get involved.

If he starts prying,
he could puck things up.

But the problem is,
I shouldn't become

directly involved with him.

Oh, why don't I handle him?

That's a good idea.

We don't want him
stumbling around

while we're trying to find out
what's going on.

Now tell me, this, uh,

this heart attack
that Oakland had, you buy that?

We'll never really know,
will we?

The key question is, who is
behind this unholy marriage?

We know Alex Demery is here
to put pressure

on our local hardware
to give your Mafia a foothold.

Oakland is dead.

We have a man named Sinclair.
He's a bad one. It could be him.

If it is,
we must prove it and stop him.

Sorry, Mr. Clifford, council's
over. Super's gotta rest.

I'll stop by in the morning,
see if we can map something out.

Peter, you've had trouble
fighting this gangsterous cancer

in your own country.

It's infected your unions,
your police forces,

even your government.
It's an incurable disease.

Now, don't give it to us. We've
fought hard to keep it out.

Alex Demery
represents everything

that's rotten in America.

I'd put my life on the line
to keep him

from exporting
his bag of tricks.

I hope it doesn't come to that,

but from what I've heard,
it could.

They're looking good. Wanna see?

Chief, what's the key
to this McCloud?

What's the best way
to handle him?

Huh, well, that's a question

that cost me a lot of sleep.

Well, the only way to handle him
is get rid of him.

Now, he's looked through
the local police department

photographs,
come up with no leads.

So his usefulness is over.

Get him
on the first airplane home.

Okay, I'll drop by his hotel
first thing in the morning.

Uh, I don't think
I'd do that, McGee.

You know, he's uh,
from America's frontier.

Up before the chickens
and all that.

Why, he could be off
and sleuthing

before you've cocked
your toothbrush.

How uncivilized.

Now you got it. That's McCloud.

Woman on TV: Yesterday evening,
Superintendent Caldwell

at the New South Wales
Police Department

was killed shortly after
arriving in New York

for consultations with
American police authorities.

- Today the coffin with the...
- Give me another drink.

- Hey. You, him.
- Hm?

- You him.
- Sam McCloud who is on tempo...

Man 2: One that got the guy
that got the super.

- Oh, yeah, well...
- Hey! Everybody, shut up!

You hear me? Shut up! This
is him. The guy you just saw.

The guy who shot it out with
that killer in New York City.

The one that got
our police super.

[indistinct chatter]

Pal, I'll buy you
anything you want.

Ah, forget it. This guy has got
a permanent tab, on the house.

- What do you drink?
- Two beers.

- I'm with him.
- Alright.

...in Sydney Yacht Basin
this afternoon.

Skin divers recovered
additional evidence

of a macabre end
to one of the most

colorful figures
in the local scene.

Charles Oakland, often linked to
underworld gambling activities,

apparently,
suffered a heart attack

and fell from a boat
in Sydney Harbor.

Details are sketchy at this hour
as to when Oakland died

or what brought him
into the harbor, but so far,

police indicate the coroner
has ruled out foul play.

The single largest question
remaining,

why no one bothered to report
Oakland missing...

Okay, you've made a believer
out of me.

And Mr. Oakland.

- What'll you have?
- Gin.

The body of New South Wales
Police Superintendent

Harold Caldwell
returned home to Sydney today.

Funeral services will be held
the day after tomorrow.

Not the neatest job
I've ever heard of.

When you take aim
at a bull elephant,

neatness is the least
of your concerns.

Look, we wanna be
in Australia,

and we've needed a local man
to do business,

to front for us.

Welcome to the family.

It's just the beginning.

Man on TV: Sam McCloud,
a New Mexico marshal

temporarily on assignment
in New York,

gunned down the assassin,
who allegedly took the life

of Police Superintendent
Caldwell

some 48 hours ago
in the United States.

- What's the matter?
- Marshall arrived in Sydney...

Man on TV: ...but declined
to say why he was in town.

He was welcomed
by Inspector Hale.

Immediately whisked off
to police headquarters...

Yesterday's news.
We gotta talk about tomorrow.

[indistinct chatter]

These are from the blokes
out in the corner.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

Phew. [chuckles]

Phew. You know, I, uh...

I hate to admit this,
but maybe spendin'

all that time on the plane might
have had some affect on me.

I, uh, I'm a little bit sleepy.

Yeah, it could be
the Aussie brew, too.

I suppose
I should have mentioned it.

In the US it's three proof,
here it's twelve.

- Twelve?
- Hm.

Well, it does warm up
your innards, alright.

You know, uh...

I think it's about time
we make some kind of a polite...

You know?

Courtesy
of the Royal Australian Navy.

Now, I don't mind telling you
that's a real honor,

Mr. McCloud, because they are

the cheapest bunch around here.

[chuckles]

Crowd: Hurray! Hip hip hurray!

Hip hip hurray!

Putney: Gotta drink up, marshal.
It's the custom of the land.

♪ What shall we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What shall we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Put him in a long boat
'til he's sober ♪

♪ Put him in a long boat
'til he's sober ♪

♪ Put him in a long boat
'til he's sober ♪

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Early in the morning

♪ What shall we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What shall we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What shall we do
with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Put him in his trousers
with the hosepipe on him ♪

♪ Put him in his trousers
with the hosepipe on him ♪

♪ Put him in his trousers
with the hosepipe on him ♪

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Early in the morning ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[all cheering]

Hoo! Aah!

Well, partners,
the next round's on me!

[men cheering]

Just put it on my tab,
one that's on the house.

[intense music]

Congratulations.

[glass shatters]

He didn't back out.

Now, everything went precisely
as planned,

with one exception.

[sighs] Demery wants
one more man dead.

- Who?
- Sam McCloud.

Who?

- The New York cop.
- What for?

We go killing another cop,
we could buy a lot of trouble.

I want him dead.
I don't care how neat it is.

Now. Tonight.

I decide how and when.

Look, we got the world
by the tail.

We're in the catbird seat,
but there's a devil in the dream

and his name is McCloud,
he's got to die tonight,

or we could be out of business
by morning.

- He's that important?
- Believe it!

You know how to find him?

Damn.

Damn. Damn!

Now this is a real...

Now, you see he gets back
tomorrow night.

Some other fellas are a bit hurt

because he cut it short.

No, I got it. Okay.
Yeah. I got it.

There you go.

Yeah, I'll tell him,
if he ever wakes up.

♪ I wanna feel my saddle horse
between my legs ♪

♪ If I go ridin'
on a Texas range ♪

♪ Just to kick him in the side

[indistinct singing]

Look, will you take it easy,
marshal?

I've been in this job too long
to lose my pension now.

[McCloud yodeling]

[intense music]

- Yoo-hoo...
- Alright.

Now, marshal,
you just climb into bed

and get a good night's sleep.

You'll feel a lot better
in the morning.

I feel alright right now.

McCloud: Here...

All I need's a little fresh air.

[intense music]

Putney: Take my advice, marshal.

It takes a little while
to adjust to the time change.

- You get some rest.
- Yeah, I'm, I'm gonna do that.

I'm gonna need
a little rest, uh...

See you in the mornin'.

[intense music]

[yodeling]

[water sloshing]

[music continues]

Outside on the balcony.

Now, wait.
Wait a minute, partner.

You, you think I'm messin'
around with your wife,

I got some big bank roll on me,
you're dead wrong.

Long: Nice choice, dead.

[knocking on door]

Jennifer: Marshal.

[dramatic music]

Marshal.

[grunting]

[music continues]

[thudding]

[intense music]

[screaming]

- Who are you?
- It's alright.

I'm on your side.
My name's Jennifer McGee. I'm...

Oh, never mind who I am.
Who was that?

I didn't get his name.

You hurled a perfect stranger
off your balcony?

Well, what do Australians throw
off their balconies? Friends?

Good point.

[siren wailing]

Man 3: They'll undoubtedly
want you to come down

to headquarters in the morning.

I planned on being there anyway.

Uh, you've got my number
in case you need to contact me.

Yes, miss, thanks very much.

I guess there'll be all sorts
of enquiries about this mess.

I didn't catch
how you fit into this.

- How I fit in?
- Yeah.

How come you were
knocking on my door

just the right time?

Oh, well,
th-- there was all this noise.

You some kind of, uh,
lady hotel detective?

Are you opposed
to women doing work

traditionally given to men?

Does that mean
that you're a hotel detective?

So I'm a detective.

Well, I guess I didn't
handle myself very effectively.

I was scared to death.

Hm.

Me, too.

Um, just a minute.

Where are you going?

It's 2:00 in the morning.

You're going to bed.

If it's not against
the house rules.

Well, I'm sure it isn't.

You wanna tuck me in?

[chuckles] Uh, that's not
in the line of duty.

Well, I didn't mean for it
to be in the line of duty.

Look, I'm feeling a bit keyed up
after all that.

I suppose you'd like to have
a drink with me?

Can you drink
while you're on duty?

- I just got off.
- Oh.

You know, um, Australia's
beginning to grow on me.

[instrumental music]

Hey, stop the car.

Chief! Chief Clifford!

- Hey, turn this thing around.
- I'm in the centre line.

You're gonna lose him.
Will you turn this thing around?

I can't break the law.

Well, why not?
It's a police car, isn't it?

Haven't you got a siren
on this thing?

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

Hey, chief!

Hey, chief, what are you doing
in Australia?

Ha, I'm sorry,
it was a mistake.

The outfit fooled me.

I don't see
how I could've been so wrong.

It was his spitting image.

- Whose?
- My chief, back in New York.

Of course, maybe we could've
gotten the wrong cab.

- I thought you came alone.
- Yeah, I did.

We could keep checking taxis
if you like.

No, that's no good, it just
hasn't been my day, that's all.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Marshal, we understand the man
you threw off the building

may be involved in the murder
of Superintendent Caldwell.

Well, I wouldn't know
about that.

Any idea why he tried
to kill you?

We didn't discuss it. No.

Did he think
that you could recognize him

from the shooting in New York?

If he did, he was wrong.

How many are there, marshal?

Well, you just saw it
with your own eyes,

a man under great stress,
but a great man,

and a man
Australia will long remember

and be grateful to,
for the courageous manner

in which he has conducted
this whole affair.

I oughta have you
run out of town on a rail.

What kind of publicity-seeking,
self-serving vigilante justice

do you people hand out
where you come from?

Oh, what would you do
if somebody tried

to throw you off a balcony?

We fly you 10,000 miles
to find out what you know

and you tell us
you don't know anything.

Well, didn't think I did.

Well, maybe he's just
a neighbor, huh?

Come to complain about the way
you sing

in the hotel corridors
at 1:00 in the morning.

Thanks, hey.

You know, the only thing
that I can figure out is

he thought that I knew something
that could link him

to that shooting in New York.

Identification
on the body led us

to an address
in Paddington Street.

We found that there.
It says a lot.

Is that the man attacked you?

Yeah, I'd say so.

Ever see him before last night?

No, not that I can recall.

If you check the last entry,
you'll find the man

flew to New York
before Superintendent Caldwell

and departed an hour or so
after the shooting.

Well, that seems to close
that chapter.

Sorry to harass you, marshal,
just wanted

to be sure you didn't get
any privileged treatment

just because you're some sort
of police officer.

I understand.

At least we can be reasonably

certain now
that this man was linked

to Superintendent Caldwell's
death.

So we won't be needing you
any further.

Thanks for your time
and for making that long trip.

Glad to be of service.

- See you around.
- Okay.

I'll drop you back
to your hotel, marshal.

Oh, and co-ordinate getting him
to the airport, too, Putney.

We don't wanna make the marshal
dependent on taxis.

There you go.

- What did he say?
- There you go.

- Go where?
- I don't know.

At least that's what
I thought he said.

Curious.

I wonder if it was
some sort of American put-down.

I don't think so, he seemed
a pretty decent bloke to me.

You're very naive, Dover.
Very naive.

[instrumental music]

- Marshal.
- Well...

- You're leaving.
- Yeah.

I, uh, I reckon my work's over.

At least my welcome is.

I just thought
I'd come and say goodbye.

Oh, that's very nice of you.

You know, I asked for you
in the hotel there.

They'd never heard of you.

Oh, really?

I guess it was a new man.

Yeah, well, that was
one of the two possibilities

to cross my mind.

What was the other one?

Uh, to tell you the truth,
I just barely have time

to catch my plane.

Well, marshal, once again, it's
been a pleasure meeting you.

And on behalf of the hotel, I'd
like to wish you a pleasant--

It's been my pleasure, ma'am.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

Northside Hospital, please.

[engine revving]

Pull up in this alley here.

But your plane, sir.

- Huh?
- Your flight.

Oh, that's alright,
I always leave a lot of time

to catch a plane.

[intense music]

Just follow that cab there,
Putney.

[music continues]

Be right back, Putney.

[machine beeping]

[machine beeping]

[sobbing]

[sniffles] What the hell
are you doing here?

What do you mean
by following me?

Ma'am, I'm sorry
if I stepped on your toes,

but you haven't been
exactly straight with me.

You know, somebody tried
to shoot me last night.

For all I know,
you could've been part of it.

Me?

It's possible
you could've been sent over

to keep an eye on me,
to find out what I know.

Alright.

I was sent
to keep an eye on you,

but not by the gangsters
that killed our superintendent.

Our superintendent?

Oh, you're gonna get me
into a lot of trouble.

Last night you tried to tell me
you were a hotel detective.

Are you trying to say you're
a member of the police force?

Woman on PA: Dr. Barrington,
call X-ray.

Dr. Barrington, call X-ray.

What can I say? I'm sorry.

Feel like a bull
in a prize flowerbed.

[chuckles] You take the prize,
alright.

You're about the prettiest
bird dog I've ever met.

Well, thank you.

Well, I, uh,
I've got a plane to catch.

But since
you're the only loose end, I...

Uh, no offense.

This time I'll ride out
to the airport with you.

- If you don't mind, that is.
- Oh, no, not at all.

A few things I'd like to know.

Made the front page again,
marshal.

Another week of this,
you could run for parliament.

[instrumental music]

McCloud: Young sharks found dead
in the harbor.

That's where Oakland was killed.

Well, it's been a stimulating
conversation, marshal.

We must do it again sometime.

Uh, Putney.

- Put my bags back in the car.
- But your plane, sir.

Well, there'll be
another one along.

I gotta go
to the Sydney University.

Why? What for?

Oh, I have a hunch
that could be

important to our case.

McCloud, I have strict orders
to stay with you

until you are safely
on that aircraft.

Yeah, that's a good idea.
Why don't you stay with me?

Putney, let's go
to the university.

Of all the jackass plays.

I said, no more violence.

The cowboy didn't know anything,
there was no reason to kill him.

Well, it was Long's neck
on the line.

I guess he wasn't willing
to accept our word

that the cowboy hadn't seen him
in New York.

When I pass you
inside information from

the police department,
for which we have

paid dearly,
I expect you to act on it.

Look, I can't be responsible
for a guy--

Hey, no, you're wrong,
my little man.

You're on our team.
You are a team player.

No bush league plays.
No calling your own signals.

You don't like it, say it,
you're out.

- I go to this guy Sinclair.
- Alright.

But I think you're making a lot
out of nothing.

We've done
what we set out to do.

There's nobody left in our way.

Alf.

Oh, excuse me.

Ah, I thought
you'd like to know.

I just heard the most
incredible news.

Uh, honey, we're busy.

I don't think you've met.
Mr. Demery, my wife, Carol.

- My pleasure.
- Hi.

Say, if you two wanna talk
something over, I--

Oh, no, no, it's, uh,

just that Alf is on
the City Police Advisory Board

and I just heard this incredible
thing from Madge Caldwell.

Actually, I heard it
from Florence,

who heard it from Madge.

Carol, please.

Harold Caldwell isn't dead.

But that's really absurd.

I'm to attend his funeral
tomorrow.

Well, there may be a funeral,
but he's not gonna be there.

Apparently, it has something
to do with this

special anti-gangster thing
he was setting up here

and in New York.

Look, I could call Madge myself
if you'd like.

Well, this is the kind of thing
you should be informed of.

- Isn't it?
- Yeah.

Well, why don't you let me
handle it, dear?

I'm sure there are
any number of good reasons

why it's being kept
under wraps, after all,

somebody did try to kill Harold.

Oh, gosh, that's right, and here
I am, shooting off my big mouth.

Well, fortunately, it's only
in this room amongst

the three of us, but I wouldn't
say anymore about it.

No. Well, I won't say a word.

Let me know if you guys
want lunch, huh?

- Yeah.
Carol: Oh, darling.

Remember you have
the final fitting

for your jacket
for tomorrow's parade?

Yeah, I'll remember.

He's going to be grand marshal.

Oh, well,
nice meeting you, Mr...

- Demery.
- Yup.

I don't know
how to explain it.

Long was always reliable.

Maybe I put too much faith
in him.

Maybe we all
misplaced our faith.

We're still in business.

What could Caldwell be doing
if he's all shot up?

It's too late for me to stop
the wheels I put in motion.

Alfie, all I can do is keep
the tracks clear of debris.

I'll handle it.

[clamoring]

Hardt: The students
are rightly concerned

with the quality of life
in Australia.

They, uh, they don't wanna see
Sydney turned

into another New York City
or Los Angeles.

Clifford: And you see
this wave of dead sharks

as an indication of pollution
in the harbor?

- My dear Mr. Clifford.
- Uh, Captain Clifford.

Captain, I performed
the autopsies myself.

These were young,
otherwise healthy creatures.

Their hearts simply gave out
under the stress of impurities,

lack of oxygen, whatever.

These autopsies you performed

did they turn up anything
on the sharks' diet?

Yes, that part
was rather unfortunate.

Clifford: How unfortunate?

- They'd been eating people.
- Oh.

Well, that wasn't mentioned
in the newspaper article.

We're trying to make a case
for a clean harbor,

not an empty one.

If I'd printed what I'd found
inside those sharks,

it would have frightened
the people

in the yacht basin
half to death.

Dr. Hardt,
let me ask you one question,

um, a hypothetical one,
and off the record.

Hypothetical?

Now, uh, in recent years

we've come across some exotic
chemicals in police work.

Things that could induce
a heart attack in a man.

At least give the appearance
of a heart attack

without leaving any trace of the
chemical in the system.

I've read about such things.

Your man died
of such a solution

and was subsequently
ingested by a shark.

Do you suppose, uh, the shark
would suffer the same fate?

You see, professor, we believe
that a man was poisoned,

fell into the water,
and then killed by the sharks.

Captain, I've already taken
a position on this case.

It's in the paper. Uh...

What you suggest
will be impossible to prove.

But not impossible to happen?

I think we've gone about as far
as we can with this.

You've been very helpful.

[intense music]

[indistinct chanting]

[chanting continues]

There he is again.

Chief! Chief Clifford!

Oh, not again.

Just follow that car, Putney.
I know I'm right this time.

There couldn't be two
just like him.

Stay right where you are,
Putney.

- Let's go, Putney!
- I'm sorry, sir.

- She outranks you.
- What's the matter with you?

That's my chief, I just wanna
find out what's going on here.

Look, we agreed to come over
here to follow up on your hunch.

That seems sensible, but to go
chasing halfway around Sydney

after some apparition doesn't.

[chanting continues]

- Professor Hardt, is it?
- What do you want?

My name is Marshal McCloud, I'm
working with Sydney Police here.

I wanted to ask you
about this article.

The sharks died of pollution,
not from eating people.

- People?
- It's all there.

I don't care to discuss it
any further.

Yeah, but you said people,
as far as I know,

there's only one person
that's died of shark wounds,

at least since I've been here.

Between the three dead sharks
I examined,

I found evidence
of three human foot extremities.

Now, that doesn't sound like
any single person I know.

Good heavens.

[instrumental music]

Now, listen, I'm gonna get you
to the hospital.

You took a pretty nasty bump
on your head

when you passed out there.

The problem is inside my head,
McCloud, not outside.

I'm not cut out
for this sort of work.

I should have stayed at home
and had babies.

McCloud: What that professor
was describing

would've upset anybody.

He was describing my partner.
Eric Taylor.

The other shark victim?

We were on special assignment,

photographing a yachting party.

Top gangsters, all.

We were there when
Charles Oakland fell overboard.

It started a feeding frenzy,
almost capsized our boat.

Your partner was the young fella

that you visited
in the hospital.

He's so dedicated and...

I'd like to be able
to tell him that his sacrifice

did some good, but it didn't.

We lost all our equipment,

all the photographs
and all the tapes.

McCloud: Of what?

Jennifer: Of Australia
being invaded

by your American gangsters.

We've kept them out
for a long time,

but now they're getting
inside help.

We don't know from where.

We would've if we hadn't
lost the photographs.

Well, you took the pictures,
you'd recognize 'em again

if you see 'em.

All except for one man.

He undoubtedly holds the key
to everything.

And we've lost it.

Well, you found it once,
we can find it again.

McCloud, you're going
to the airport.

- Those are my orders.
- Mine, too.

Yeah, that's right.

Just as soon as we check
this young lady over.

Caldwell: Well, well, well,
this is a nice surprise.

Not as nice a surprise as I got
when I heard the good news.

Not on the news report, I hope.

I'm afraid the girls
can't keep a secret.

Madge to Florence to Carol.

But I don't think
any damage is done.

Is there anything I can do?

No, no. Uh, I'm on the mend.

It'll be a while before
I'm up and about, of course.

Meanwhile,
it's rest and recuperation.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.
I know you.

I was afraid you'd try to keep
your hand in at the department.

No, no, no. no.

I know when to follow
doctor's orders.

I had a very close call.

Good news, Harold. I think
I may have a breakthrough.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize
you had company.

- That's alright.
- Alf Donnely.

Peter B. Clifford.

Chief of Detectives,
New York City.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Caldwell: Alf is a pillar
of local government.

Chairman of our Police Board.

Feeling a little left out
of things at the moment.

No, it wasn't
a selective process, Alf.

- Everybody was cut out.
- Certainly not the department.

Only my special anti-gangster
task force knows I'm alive.

- It was necessary.
- Why?

Because we turned up evidence

one or two individuals
in the department

could be working
for the other side.

Don't look shocked.

The American Syndicate
looks upon Australia

as a billion-dollar expansion.

They want to move in here,
dump their illegal money

in legitimate enterprises,

slowly build up a base
from which they can infiltrate

all levels of government
and industry

as successfully as they have
in the States.

That's quite an indictment.

They're a hell
of an organization.

Well, I'm sorry the good news
is tempered by such bad news.

But I think the first thing
for you to do

is to regain your health,
Harold.

- You're no good to us dead.
- Hm.

Well, I'll leave you
two gentlemen to talk.

So you let me know
if there's anything I can do.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Clifford.

My pleasure.

Thank you for stopping by, Alf.

He's a good man,
he's come a long way

since he came to Australia.

I didn't wanna leave him out,

but we couldn't make exceptions.

Now, tell me what you found out
at the university.

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

Excuse me,
I need a shot of water.

Mr. Donnely.

Jennifer McGee.

Section four,
special assignment.

You spoke at our commissioning.

Oh, yes, Ms. McGee,
you are the one

who asked
all the awkward questions.

- All in the line of duty.
- Yes.

Of course.
I really must be running.

You should meet Marshal McCloud.

I'm suppose you know about him.

Oh, yes. How-- how do you do?

It's a pleasure.

Marshal, this is
Mr. Alfred Donnely,

he's chairman
of the Police Advisory Board.

Nice to meet you.
Have you ever been to New York?

New York?

Yeah, it seems like we've, uh,

we've crossed trails
someplace before.

Well, must have been,
I was there a few months ago.

Well, that was it. New York.

Now if you'll excuse me,
Ms. McGee...

Nice meeting you, marshal.

Yeah. Small world.

Wonder when he had time
to go to New York.

He must be the busiest man
in Sydney.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[intense music]

Alf, what are you doing
with the gun?

Nothing that concerns you, dear.

What concerns you concerns me.
What's wrong?

Well, I-- I didn't wanna
worry you, but...

the people who shot at Harold
Caldwell may be a threat to me.

And Harold thought that
I should take some precautions.

Well, who would want
to hurt you?

I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe it's because of the work
I've been doing at the Police

Advisory Board.
There's nothing to worry about.

Harold is just
being overly cautious.

- I've gotta run.
- Wait a minute.

There's something you're not
telling me. Now, what is it?

Just forget it. Don't worry.

You, don't you brush me off
like that.

Now, I know something's
going on. What is it?

It's everything.

You look around you,
everything you see.

I don't particularly care
to listen to you.

Look, Alf, you're not making
any sense. Loosen out!

Marshal Sam McCloud.

- Well, that guy on TV...
- He's, he's from New Mexico.

Now, think, think hard.

The old prosecutor in
Albuquerque was named McCloud.

He had a son, who was bailiff
during my hearing.

He saw me every day
for six days.

But that was 15 years ago.
He couldn't possibly remember.

A law officer from Podunk not
remembering the disappearance

of the biggest land promoter
in the South-West,

not remembering my wife's body
being found floating

in the family swimming pool,
a questionable suicide?

And not remembering
a state-wide manhunt,

my picture on every newspaper
and handbill?

I think it'll come to him,
Carol, I think

the chances are
that he'll remember.

Alf.

Alf, listen.

This could be a blessing
in disguise.

I've always said
we should never have run away.

Look, the only thing
you're guilty of is loving me.

Well, maybe this McCloud being
here is just what we needed.

What are you talking about?

Well, we've made a good life
here, haven't we?

Oh. Alf, let's go home.

We could clear your name
and build a good life there.

Are you crazy?

Half of Albuquerque
lost money on my deal.

And if they don't get me
for that, there's still a small

matter of a murder warrant
hanging over my head.

Oh, but you didn't kill her,
Alf, you're good man.

- They'll believe you.
- Oh, come on, Carol, please.

What you've done here,
you can do there.

Carol, I'm not a saint!

Oh, Alf, please, let's go home.

"Let's go home," that's all I
hear from you. "Let's go home!"

Will you stop it?
I've heard it a thousand times.

- Please.
- Get off my back!

- Why can't we go home?
- Because I'm in the Mafia!

Now, they put a lot of money
in me because they thought

I had clean hands, if they find
out my hands are dirty,

that I've deceived them, my life
won't be worth the price

of a bullet. Is that what you
want? A bullet through my head?

No.

Then shut up about going home!

[door slams]

So what's the verdict?

He says my head
is made out of rock,

you can't hurt it.

Good, now let's get rolling

and I've got to call New York

and find out
what's going on here. Let's see.

You can save
the department's money, McCloud.

Marshal McCloud,
I'd like you to meet

Superintendent Caldwell.

How do you do?

Thank you for saving my life,
marshal.

- I'm very grateful.
- I didn't realize I had.

Well, now you know
the truth about me,

and your chief's presence here,

it's even more imperative that
you leave Sydney immediately

as though all of your work here
were finished.

Well, now,
under the circumstances,

if there's any way--

No, McCloud, no.

Now you see, it's best for
the people we're looking for

to think that our investigation
is completely out of leads.

And with you out of the way,

we can get back
to our task force,

hope to catch our quarry
with their pants down.

Yeah, well, if you fellas
have everything under control,

there's nothing for me to do
but get on the plane.

You've said that before.

Well, this time
there's nothing to keep me.

Is there?

No, not really, except,
to the best of my knowledge

it'd probably be late afternoon
before you can get on a plane.

I don't suppose
anyone would object

to our grabbing a bite of lunch
before you went.

Keep it under three courses.

There ya go.

[instrumental music]

What did he say?

There you go.

What does that mean, exactly?

Well, it means...

You know, I never asked him.

[instrumental music]

Where do you recommend we go to
get something to eat in a hurry?

Before you decide, that was left
on the windshield for you.

- Who left it, do you know?
Putney: Don't know, sir.

I went away
for all of five minutes.

- It was there when I returned.
- What is it?

Is there a place
in the vicinity of the Opera

House where we can get something
to eat?

There's a restaurant
right at the Opera House.

And it's one of Sydney's
most famous landmarks.

You really should see it
before you go.

Then let's do it. Let's see it.

- What does the note say?
- What note?

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

- Two, please.
- This way, please.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, it's quite a spot here.

Thank you.
This alright for you?

Oh, couldn't be nicer.
Um, what did the note say?

Oh, uh, let's not have

a little old piece of paper
come between us.

Excuse me a minute, would you?

Uh, don't tell me, you're going
to wash your hands.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

Why don't you just order

something special for us?

You'll get a lovely surprise
when you come back.

There you go.

Surprise is, I won't be here.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Putney, what did the note say?

It wasn't addressed to me,
ma'am.

Putney, are you a good cop
or not?

- Yes, ma'am, but--
- Oh, well...

A good cop notices everything.

Like, what the note on his own
windscreen had to say.

I did sort of glance at it
to see who it was from.

- Putney...
- It said...

If the marshal wanted to know

who killed
Superintendent Caldwell,

to come to the main gun course

between the...
in front of the Opera House

and to come alone
or not at all.

Oh, wonderful.

You know who's gonna catch it

if this cowboy
gets into trouble?

I better call in.

[dramatic music]

[intense music]

[gunshots]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Oh, it could be nothing,
but on the other hand...

[gunshots]

Uh, I've gotta go.
I hear shooting.

- Shooting?
- Shooting?

- Peter.
- I'm on my way.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Stop, or I'll shoot!

[gun cocks]

Get out of my way!

McCloud, put down that gun!

You can't run around
shooting people!

[engine revving]

It's a heap
he tried to bushwhack me.

- He tried to what?
- Gun me down and kill me.

Why? But why would anyone
do that?

You said you don't know
anything.

Well, I didn't think I did.

Looks like I might have the key
to the whole mess.

- Taxi!
- Now where are you going?

- The hotel.
- Now, wait a minute.

- You are going to the airport.
- That's right.

Just as soon as I find out
who tried to gullyjump me!

Who tried to what?

[instrumental music]

[siren wailing]

Clifford: Where is he?
- Where's McCloud?

- I asked first.
- Who is he?

Right, don't answer that,
Putney. That's an order.

An order?
And who the hell are you?

Don't answer that, either.

Clifford: Anybody hurt?
- No, no.

Someone tried to bushwhack
McCloud, opened fired on him.

McCloud had him nailed,
but I got in the way.

Good work.
Uh, what about the assailant?

- Did he get away clean?
- Yes, but, uh...

I could follow McCloud
if I leave right now.

Now, damn it.
Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Now, what exactly
is going on here?

And anyone who doesn't give me
a straight answer

goes straight to jail.

Well, from what I understand,
officer,

there's been a shooting.

I suggest you check it out.

Hold it, you.

Before you go any further,
I think

you better talk to your chief.

I really think
you ought to, sir.

Watch 'em. Watch 'em.

[telephone ringing]

Yes?

What do you mean
you're calling a meeting?

I've got things to do.

Well, what makes you think
I had anything to do with that?

Alright.

Where?

Could I have the key
to 1507, please?

And this came in for you
a few minutes ago.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, excuse me.

Uh, can you tell me
where this place is?

It's across town.

If you're going by taxi he won't
have any trouble finding it.

Thank you. Here's your key.

[engine revving]

- You sure this is the place?
- That's what it says.

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

[indistinct operatic singing]

[indistinct singing]

[singing continues]

[dramatic music]

[singing continues]

[door slams]

[operatic singing on radio]

[groans]

[intense music]

[clanking]

What's this all about?
Is he dead?

Demery: No. Just unconscious.

- Who's responsible for this?
- You're responsible for it.

You've been trying to kill
this cop, haven't you?

I didn't do this.

But you shot up the Opera House
this morning.

Now, why would I do that?

Why would I risk a reputation
we've all spent ten years

trying to establish?

I can only guess.

- He's got something on you.
- Oh, come on, he just got here.

Your muscle man
fell from this cop's window.

The description of the man
who tried to shoot up

the cowboy today matches you.

So if you know enough
to draw the comparison...

This is ridiculous.
Whose description?

Hale: An eyewitness.

An eyewitness who works
for Superintendent Caldwell's

special anti-organized
crime force.

- And this witness named me?
- The description fits.

Oh, it could fit
lots of people

unless you knew
where to begin. We knew.

So you knew.
I did it to protect all of us.

The organization
has a sizeable investment in me,

ten years of work trying
to set me up to where I could

influence legislation, where
I could buy votes with favors.

Well, I couldn't throw that
away. They wouldn't want me to.

The trouble is,
you're just amateur enough

to get yourself caught.

You don't strike me as the type
to keep his mouth shut.

I would. I swear I would.

No. No.

I'm afraid Caldwell'd
make you a deal that'd have you

selling out everyone we got.

It's taken us ten years
to get a foothold here,

to be ready for our move.

We let you spoil it,
our heads'll roll.

You gotta die.

[intense music]

- Drop!
- Oh, get off!

[grunts]

No, please.
Please don't do this.

There are other ways.
My-- my position is unique.

You have no one to take my
place. It would take you years.

[sobbing] Please...

I beg of you, please!

[gunshot]

You're gonna kill both of us?

- No.
- Oh, my God.

No, the bosses
back in the States decided

we had too much invested in you.

You're the boy
who leads the parade.

Pity. I'd much rather you were
the sacrificial lamb than him.

Now get out of here.

What do I do?

I don't understand
what's supposed to happen.

Read about it in the papers.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

McCloud: If it hadn't been
for Hale there,

it would be me that was dead
instead of Demery.

How'd you find this party,
anyway?

That was you, I was checking out

every cab driver in Sydney
trying to find you.

And, chief,
I'm sorry I rattled you

around the Opera House
like that.

The superintendent
just set me straight.

Shoot my head off
is what he did.

An apology is the last thing
you owe anybody.

That was a good bit
of police work.

McCloud: You know,
I can't help but wonder, uh,

what it was
Demery thought I knew.

You don't recall seeing him
around the airport in New York?

Well, he couldn't have been,
he was one of the men

on the boat under investigation.

We checked his passport.
He never left Australia.

Clifford: Well, whatever it was
you knew, McCloud,

it managed to wrap up
the case for us.

Well, still it makes a,
gives a fella a kind of

an incomplete feelin' not
knowing how he solved the case.

Well, if it's any consolation,
McCloud, I've always thought

your methods
were a little incomplete.

You, too, for that matter.

How is your head?

It's felt better.

McGee... I want you to see

that this man gets
one good night of R and R,

then get him on that airplane
first thing tomorrow morning.

Yes, sir.

You know,
you really should stay.

Tomorrow is a big celebration
in Sydney.

The Australia Day Parade.

The only parade I wanna see
is me and that six-foot

side of beef climbing up
that boarding ladder

at 11 a.m. sharp.

- Comprende?
- Comprendo.

Oh. Take the rest
of the day off.

[parade music]

[music continues]

[aircraft droning]

Woman on PA: TAA flight
number 306 to Perth

and presently boarding
at terminal eight.

Well, I guess
there's no point in saying

we'll never see
each other again.

Well, I don't know,
you never can tell.

Oh, yes, you can.

And, no, you won't ever
see each other again.

That is officially, unless
the Taos Police Department

decides to send you back
down here,

and I suspect
that's a long shot.

Well, Sam, guess is
this moment will have to last us

for the rest of our lives.

Might as well
make the most of it?

Chief? Uh, excuse me,
could I borrow this a moment?

- That's my paper.
- I'll give it back to you.

- Just a second. Just, just a..
- I'll say you will.

- Excuse me. Just a minute.
- Give me that back.

Chief, I've seen this man
someplace before.

And so have I, in Superintendent
Caldwell's hospital room.

No, I mean, I've seen him
on a mug shot someplace.

Clifford: McCloud, you've looked
at hundreds of mug shots

since you came to Australia,
maybe thousands.

McCloud: It wasn't in Australia.
As a matter of fact...

It wasn't even a mug shot that
I saw him. It was a handbill.

A wanted poster on a tree,
no doubt.

Chief, this man's wanted
for murder.

Clifford: McC-- McCloud?

[dramatic music]

Putney, come on!

- Come on!
- What about your plane?

Give the man back his paper.

Well, go after them, officer!

- You got your paper.
- But it's crumpled!

Now stop them!

- Where's he going?
- He didn't say, sir.

Taxi!

[parade music]

[music continues]

[crowd whistling]

[siren wailing]

[music continues]

[siren wailing]

[music continues]

[crowd cheering]

[siren wailing]

[parade music]

Inspector Hale,
isn't that McCloud?

McCloud?

Hey, Albert!

Albert Donahue!

[dramatic music]

[crowd clamoring]

[horse neighing]

[horse neighing]

[music continues]

Peter, what is this all about?

Your officer just attacked
the grand marshal

and stole his wife's horse.

Uh, superintendent, it's
a little difficult to explain

McCloud to a foreigner,
un-American, non-American.

It's a little difficult for me
to understand him myself.

Driver, pull out
and follow them.

- Wait a minute.
- Somebody could get killed.

[music continues]

[car honking]

[vehicles honking]

[car honking]

[intense music]

[horse trotting]

[music continues]

Male Announcer: Well,
Sydney's on the attack now.

That's Murphy, Murphy
on the right flank,

taking it up
and crossing to Baracci,

the Sydney forwards
on the attack,

across to Lloyd with
a nice drive, Lloyd centers

and fills up with a,
a lovely passing shot.

He's beaten an open goalie
and Sydney has drawn first blood

in this inter-state clash.

It's Sydney one,
Melbourne no score.

[crowd cheering]

And that was a beautiful piece
of forward line work

by the, the Sydney players.

And what's this?

What in the name of goodness
is happening here

at the Sydney Showground today?

[crowd clamoring]

Male Announcer:
There's two men on horseback.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
the, the game has come

to a complete halt. Uh,
there are two men on horseback.

Uh, one's obviously
chasing the other.

They've circled
the far goalpost on the, uh,

the Melbourne end of the ground,
they're returning.

Uh, the players
are giving chase.

We've seen plenty of things
happen in the past,

but never anything like this.

[crowd clamoring]

Uh, now...

Now one of them's
pulled a pistol.

[gunshot]

A-- and he's shooting
at the other.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Now one of the players
has kicked the revolver

from his hand
with a, a beautiful drive.

Now the other man on horseback
has dislodged his counterpart.

They're in the net,
on the Sydney end.

Uh, the net's collapsed
on top of them.

Uh, goodness gracious me,
what a, what a match

this has turned out to be.
The police have arrived now.

Well, heavens above,
I don't know what to think of.

I've seen plenty of things
in sport, but never anything

like this at the Sydney
Showground this afternoon.

Well, the man's been arrested
and, obviously, uh,

he's going to be dealt with
by the proper authorities,

but let's hope that we can
get back to some football

in just a moment.
Oh, dear...

I've never seen anything
like this before in my life.

Man on TV: Repercussions of
the incident continue to be felt

as it was revealed
that Alfred Donnelly would turn

States' evidence against
every member of the Syndicate

which had apparently spent
millions to gain a foothold

here in Australia,
once again, in vain.

In a sport where the unexpected
is commonplace,

this was the most bizarre finish
to a soccer match

in Australia's history,
an otherwise very dull game

was almost over with Sydney
leading Melbourne one-to-nothing

when suddenly
excitement swept through...

[all laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

Man on TV: ... came to
a complete stop as the crowd

watched the chase
across the greens

finally
wind up in the Melbourne goal.

Marshal McCloud
tackled Mr. Alf Donnelly,

well-known Sydney politician.
What was it all about?

Well, it seems
that Marshal McCloud...

[indistinct chatter]

Man on TV: ...finally was able
to track down

Albert Donahue, wanted for...

Hey, there he is!

[all cheering]

Looks like you've become

something of a celebrity,
marshal.

Yeah, with everyone
but the football team.

[laughs] Yeah, you know,
people down here are real nice.

I could take a real likin'
to this place. I can, yeah!

[all cheering]

Oh, that would be good news.

Don't worry, Harold,
I'll personally see to it

he's on that plane if I have to
stand here with him all night.

Chief, if you're gonna do that,
you're gonna have to have

something to drink,
and I'm gonna buy you

something that's harmless. Give
the chief an Australian beer.

- Sure.
- Australian beer?

Well, that sounds interesting.

But no way
are you gonna buy, McCloud.

Drinks are on me.

Hey, did you hear that, boys?

The drinks are on the chief!

[all cheering]

- Hip hip!
- Hurray!

- Hip hip!
- Hurray!

- Hip hip!
- Hurray!

- Hip hip!
- Hurray!

[theme music]

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