All language subtitles for Columbo (1968) - S09E03 - Agenda for Murder (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)

Well, in that case, sir, if you
don't mind, I'll just use this one.

You know, I would really prefer that
you did not smoke, Lieutenant.

Now, Toby said that you had some questions for me.

Yes, sir, I did. Yeah. Uh...

Are you aware of the death of a man named Frank Staplin?

Yes, of course. A suicide.

Well, that's what we're trying to determine, sir.

You see, the law requires...

You don't have to tell me what the law
requires, Lieutenant.

I was a practicing attorney for years.

What about Frank Staplin?

You had lunch today with Oscar Finch?

Yes, I did.

The two of you are old friends, I understand.

Going on 20 years, now.

Well, it seems that Mr. Staplin called
Mr. Finch at his house,

and as it turned out, that call came in just about...

two hours before Mr. Staplin died.

Did Mr. Finch happen to mention that to you at lunch today?

No. I wonder what reason he had for calling Oscar.

Could I borrow this, sir?

Help yourself.

According to Mr. Finch, Mr. Staplin wanted a new attorney.

Well, I'm not surprised, considering the fix he was in.

Can't seem to get this to work, sir.

Twist it.

Yes.

Were you aware of any prior relationship
between Mr. Staplin and Mr. Finch?

No. That's not to say that none existed.

Staplin was one of this city's most notorious racketeers.

Oscar Finch is one of our finest criminal lawyers.

It's entirely possible that their paths
may have crossed on some occasion.

And you're not aware of any particular occasion?

None at all.

Okay, Uh...

Is that it?

It? Yes. Yes, sir, that's it. Thank you very much.

Let me take this opportunity to wish you a lot of luck.

Well, thank you very much, Lieutenant.

There's one more thing, sir.

Yes?

If it's not too much trouble,
my wife would love to have your autograph.

Why, of course, Lieutenant. That's no trouble at all.

And when the time comes,
I would sure love to have her vote.

What's her name?

Mrs. Columbo.

Where the hell you been all day, Oscar?

Just busting my gut all over
town on behalf of our noble cause.

What's the matter? Your boy Toby got me on the car phone.

Made it sound as though you were in need of intensive care.

And I'm in need of one of those.

- What's going on, Oscar?
- Come again?

A homicide detective in my office in broad daylight.

Would you be referring to a certain Lieutenant Columbo?

Right. Columbo.

He damn near busted in on my interview with Ted Koppel.

The guy's got an act you could take on the road.

Oh, he's harmless. Jumped up Boy Scout.

Not funny, Oscar. And he's not so damned harmless...

when he's on my case about Frank Staplin.

Is this guy following us? How'd he
know you and I had lunch together today?

- I told him.
- You told him?

Sure. Sure, I told him. He's been
snooping around all over the place.

He's just doing his job. You know that whole procedure.

They have to check on the last people
that a suicide was in contact with.

Yeah. He told me you had a call from
Staplin two hours before he died.

- Yeah, sure he did.
- And?

Well, he wanted me to represent him in the indictment.

He didn't have a hope in hell,
so I told the guy to get lost.

And, boy, did he ever.

That's it?

That's it.

Come on, Paul. We've got a lot of work to do.

There's a long road ahead.

Or would you rather forget about the White House?

Hello, sir.

Oh, I'm glad I caught you before
you go up to see the governor.

In three minutes.

Yes, sir. They told me that when I called your office.

I need only ask you one question,
sir, then I'll be out of your hair.

Toby, you and Jim go on up. I'll follow in a minute.

Yes, sir.

I would be obliged if you would get
directly to the point, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

Remember the other day, I asked you if you were aware...

of any previous relationship between
Mr. Finch and Mr. Staplin?

- Vividly.
- And you answered that question.

Yes.

What I neglected to ask was if...

you had any association with Mr. Staplin.

For the record, I never spoke with him,
never in person, never on the phone.

As far as I know, we were never
in the same place at the same time.

I never knew him. I never met Frank Staplin.

- Thank you, sir.
- Is that all?

That was the one question, sir.

If only the rest of this case could wrap up that easily.

Aren't you spending an inordinate amount
of time on a suicide?

Oh, it's not that anymore, sir. It's
been officially classified a homicide.

Since yesterday. Mr. Staplin was murdered.

Well, that changes the tone of your
investigation, doesn't it?

Indeed it does, sir. We're looking for
a cold-blooded killer now.

Well, wish you luck.

Oh, by the way, sir. I want to thank you
again for that autograph.

My wife was thrilled when she
saw your name in your own handwriting.

Best of all was your putting it on
that paper with the congressional heading.

Well, I'm happy to hear that.

Oh, I don't want to seem a nuisance, sir,

but do you think there's any chance
we could get the governor's autograph?

I think if my wife had that, well,
she would be in seventh heaven.

Let me see what I can do.

Thank you very much, sir.

Excuse me!

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

I got a question for you.

Give me a try. My wife is convinced
I'm smarter than I look.

Now, you pick up and deliver laundry in this area, right?

Yeah. I think it says that right on
the side of the van there.

You got something more tricky than that?

Does one of your customers happen to be the Finch family?

Finches? No. No finches, no sparrows, no robins, no larks.

I got a Mrs. Byrd, though, if that'll do you any good.

No.

And I used to be absurd, but now you'd hardly know it.

- Good day, sir.
- Mr. Amir?

That is who I am.

Lieutenant Columbo. I spoke earlier with your father.

Oh, yes, I've been expecting you, sir.
Yes, sir, how do you do?

Did you find those items?

Yes, sir.

Now, this stuff was picked up by your driver...

from the Finch residence day before yesterday?

Yes, sir. We have prepared them for the machine.

Here, sir.

You search for something, sir, yes?

- Smoke.
- Smoke?

Cigar smoke.

Yes.

What caused that?

Water.

Like walking in the rain?

Like Gene Kelly. Oh, yes, that would do it every time, sir.

Mr. Amir, I'd like to ask you for a big favor.

Is there someplace we can talk?

Anything I can do for the police
would be my absolute pleasure, sir.

This way.

What I would like to do, sir, is I would
like to take that suit for one day.

I'll give you a receipt, date it, and then sign it.

I guarantee you that you won't be held responsible.

Yes, but what do I say when the client complains...

that the item has not been returned on time, sir?

Mr. Amir, there's one thing I know for sure.

That is not Mr. Finch's only suit.

And are your deliveries always on time?

We have an excellent reputation, sir.

Except only on very rare occasions
when we have problems with the machine, sir.

But that can happen anytime.

Yes, sir, that is true. It could happen anytime.

Thank you. I appreciate your cooperation.

My pleasure, sir. This way.

Well, good evening, Lieutenant.

Good evening. I'm sure glad I caught you.

My wife wanted me to give you this.

It's just a thank-you note for the spray.

I'll tell you, she's really enjoying it.
It's a whole different house.

What a kind thought. She must be a very nice lady.

Yes, ma'am.

I see Mr. Finch's car outside
in his own spot. He beat me to it.

Poor man. He's catching up on his homework.

What with the primaries and all,

I don't know how he has time to fit everything in.

You think I could duck in there for a minute?

Let me find out.

Come in.

Mr. Finch, Lieutenant Columbo is here.

Is he?

Forgive me for disturbing you, sir.

If it's not convenient now, I can come back another time.

If you don't mind, sir,
I just need a little technical advice.

I'm... I'm very expensive.

Oh, shucks, sir.

What do you say, Louise?

I think a break would do you good.

All right. Come in, Lieutenant.
Are you about through, Louise?

I'm just going, sir.

Have a good evening.

- Good night, Mr. Finch.
- Good night.

- Good night, Lieutenant.
- Good night, ma'am.

At your service, Lieutenant.

Know what this is, sir?

If I'm not mistaken, that is a .32 automatic.

That's the gun that killed Mr. Staplin.

Is it?

Well, not the one, but it's the same model.

The real one's been impounded, pending...

Pending closure of the investigation.

Yes. Exactly, sir.

Oh, what about it?

If I could just show you what's puzzling me, sir.

Perhaps I could use your desk.

Be my guest.

Now, sir, I'm going to need something
to represent a few drops of blood.

Could I use some water from that thing?

From the carafe? Help yourself.

I notice that you have carpet on the floor, sir.

Mr. Staplin had hardwood under his desk.

- Could you spare a few sheets of paper, sir?
- Paper? Certainly.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Yes? Oh, how are you?

No, no, I can't right now. I'm in the middle of a meeting.

All right. I'll call you as soon as I'm through.

See you. Bye-bye.

I am sorry about that. We won't be disturbed again.

I've switched all calls through to the answering service.

Now, where were we?

This is just about the place where the blood was.

Now, let me show you.

This is Mr. Staplin's desk.

I'm his body.

Now, sir, after he's dead, here's his arm.

And there's the gun under it on the floor.

How does that look to you, sir?

You saw it.

Right, sir. So, here's the weird bit.

This is the way it looked after he'd
done what he was supposed to have done.

But there's something that's puzzling me, sir, and...

I was wondering, maybe with
your expertise, you could help me.

I'll do my best.

If you'll take a closer look, sir.

- Closer?
- Yes, please.

- Certainly.
- In here.

- In the chair?
- Yeah.

It's the blood underneath the gun.

You see, sir, there was no blood on the gun.

Not on this side, and not on the underside.

So the blood must have dried...

before the gun fell from his hand on the floor.

You see, sir...

This water hasn't dried yet.
So how could a man shoot himself,

having a gun dangling from his fingers,
and it not drop until sometime later?

It just has me baffled, sir.

Fascinating.

Yes, sir.

But not beyond explanation.

You mean that there's some way that, that can happen?

Did Staplin have arthritis?

Arthritis?

In the hands?

Oh, I don't know, sir.

- Well, check it out.
- Oh, yeah.

In the finger joints.

If there was a certain amount
of calcification in the finger joints,

it could have delayed their extension before the spasm.

Spasm.

Oh, yeah. Invariably there's a spasm
or a digestive quiver...

that occurs after other bodily functions have ceased,

and before the onset of rigor mortis.

So, you mean that the gun
could have dangled on his finger...

with the arthritis,

delaying it from dropping until this spasm or quiver...

shook it off some time later.

Precisely put.

And that would explain how the blood had time to dry.

Possibly.

Brilliant, sir.

I wouldn't have thought of that in a million years.

Of course, there might be another explanation.

That was just a conjectural analysis.

I can't imagine a better one than that, sir.

I wouldn't hesitate to use it in a court of law.

No wonder you charge such high fees.

The information that you just gave me is priceless.

And thanks for the use of the hall, as they say.

I'll be on my way, but believe me, sir,

I will never forget how you helped me out here tonight.

Any time, Lieutenant. Any time.

Have a good evening,

and kindly close the door as you go out.

I still have work to do.

Certainly, sir.

- Good night.
- Good night.

It's just us, Oscar.

You appear calm.

But you're not.

Staplin was murdered.

Where did you get that information?

Where else? Our raincoated friend.

He's bluffing.

I think he's got a suspect.

Who might that be?

You, Oscar.

And how do you feel about that?

I feel like we've known each other for a very long time,

and I feel I wouldn't be where I am without you.

I let you get by with lying to me yesterday...

because I didn't want to hear the truth.
Maybe I still don't.

Make up your mind, Paul. Either you do, or you don't.

It's your call.

I'm listening.

He was extorting me.

You killed him?

I'd really appreciate your believing it was necessary.

Necessary?

Essential. For both of us. There was too much at stake.

I sincerely wish I wasn't hearing this.

He wanted to turn the clock back 21 years.

The missing document routine. What was I supposed to do?

You were supposed to tell him
to get lost like you said you did.

And sit back and wait for him to tell
the rest of the world exactly...

what happened in '69 about the little favor we did him...

when you were in the DA's office,
the cash that changed hands?

If it turns out that the prime suspect
in a homicide case...

is vice-presidential candidate Mackey's
closest personal friend and advisor,

what's the score then, Oscar?

It'll never happen.

What guarantees do I have?

I'm convinced that Columbo is...

bluffing. He's been hanging around me
like a limpet, and he hasn't got a clue.

He's fishing.

Just before I came here, he reconstructed
the whole Staplin death scene...

in my damn office, with the gun and all.

That was the meeting I was at when you called.

Asking for advice. Who's he think he's kidding?

Wish you'd been there. You might have enjoyed it.

Might I? What about Stapling phone call?

You can't shoot a man over the telephone, Paul.

Having guided much of my career,
enlighten me on just one more point.

What's your alibi?

Oscar?

What's your alibi?

You should have seen the congressman perform on camera...

in the interview with Koppel.

Personally, I think it's a natural talent.

You either have it or you don't.
You can't give lessons in charisma.

Uh-huh, yeah.

Lieutenant, good of you to respond so quickly to my call.

Paul's upstairs with the governor.
He should be down in a minute.

Toby, go check that he's on his way,
would you please? Thank you.

Well, Lieutenant, I've been practicing
law for a very long time,

and I value my professional integrity above all else.

But today, I'm going to do a thing
that I've never done before.

What is that, sir?

I'm going to break a trust. An oath.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

It's my understanding that you now
believe that Staplin was murdered?

That's right, sir.

Come to think of it, it's not surprising,

considering how many enemies the man must have made.

He was a fairly ruthless operator. You got a suspect?

It's a little early to be sure, sir.

But you do have some clues?

Little things here and there...

Hypothetical? Circumstantial?

- Yes and no, sir.
- No proof?

Not yet, no.

I'd hate to think that there was any
suspicion or innuendo attached to me.

So would I, sir.

Remember that I told you that I had a meeting
at my office with a client that evening?

Yes, sir.

Yes. And I claimed attorney-client privilege?

Correct.

Confidentiality?

Yes.

My client.

The client I was with that night.

How are you, Lieutenant? I imagine Oscar's filled you in...

with the gruesome details. I know
it just about killed him to do it,

but to be entirely frank, it's actually my doing...

and I have to take the blame for it.

You, sir?

When Oscar first called and mentioned your inquiries to me,

I told him in no uncertain terms to keep my name out of it.

I'm sure that you can appreciate
the delicate political situation.

A word in the wrong place
at the wrong time could upset, well,

certain rather important events.

However, we both now feel that we can
rely on your total discretion.

After you told me that the agenda changed to murder, I...

I felt it would be selfish
to further impede your investigation.

I apologize.

I understand, sir.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

And good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, Lieutenant, I almost forgot.

For your wife.

From Governor Montgomery, with his best regards.

Congressman, if you're on the ticket, sir,

you have one vote for sure.

Well, you never know, Lieutenant.
Just might be the one we need to win.

Thank you very much.

Anybody home?

Anybody home?

Who's there?

Miss Louise?

It's Diane, one of the others. Who's that?

Lieutenant Columbo.

The cigar man.

I'm in the bathroom, fixing my face.
Just a minute. Hang in there.

Well, how do you like it?

Oh, that's nice, miss. That's real nice.

It's primary day. Everybody from
the office will be at the celebrations.

Well, there's nothing like a celebration.
I hope everything works out.

Oh, Mr. Finch says it's in the bag.

Shows you how dumb I am, ma'am.

Coming to the office, expecting to find him here...

at the beginning of a night like this.

Yeah, he'll be in the thick of it someplace.

I'll just wander over to the hotel. Good night, miss.

Don't forget to lock up.

I won't.

Love that dress.

Have a ball.

Thanks. Bye-bye.

Can I help you?

Lieutenant Columbo. I have to see Congressman Mackey.

He's in the governor's suite. Follow me, Lieutenant.

Unit 7, I read you, too.

Big night, huh?

Oh, yeah. This is exciting.

Ever been to one of these?

No, my first time.

I'll go find him. Wait here, Lieutenant.

The polls have been closed for about an hour,

and so far, nothing conclusive has come in.

Early precincts do not indicate a clear projected winner,

but Montgomery supporters are extremely optimistic...

He'll be right out, Lieutenant.

Because the exit polls
show the governor clearly in the lead.

The governor is expected to make
his appearance within a half an hour...

What the hell is going on, Lieutenant?
I thought we had our last little chat.

Tonight is not the time to have another.

I'm sorry, sir. I think we should go someplace private.

This is confidential you might say.

All right, step into Haines' room.

He won't mind. He's fully occupied in there.

- How's it going, sir?
- Things are looking good.

Damn it, will you get to the point?

I'm not going to enjoy this, Congressman,
and I wanted to get into it easier.

But if that's how you feel about it, I'll oblige.

All right, get to it.

Notice my cigar?

When I was in your office, you asked me not to smoke it.

When did you give up cigars yourself, sir?

What makes you think I did?

Your behavior.

And that beautiful humidor and
lighter that was still on your desk.

Three weeks ago,

the image of the cigar-smoking politician is out of date.

You quit three weeks ago?

But after your late-night meeting with Mr. Finch,

his entire office smelled of cigar smoke.

Well, I didn't say that I'd quit altogether.

What I have done is avoid smoking
within sight of cameras and gossipers.

I see.

Did you drive to Mr. Finch's that night?

Of course.

Do you remember where you parked?

In his lot.

Was he there already?

No, we arrived about the same time.

And you left together?

That's right. About 2:00 a.m. as I recall.

Was it raining?

Raining?

Yes, sir. There was a short rainstorm that night.

Was it raining when you left?

No, I'm sure it wasn't.

It might have happened earlier
while we were still in Oscar's office.

Or maybe it happened later after I got home.

Uh-huh. The scandal in the district attorney's office, '69.

The one involving Frank Staplin, stolen documents.

- You remember that, sir?
- I'll never forget it.

It destroyed the political future
of a fine district attorney.

- Who you worked for.
- As an assistant DA.

You said you never met Mr. Staplin.

Damn it, Lieutenant, I wasn't assigned to the case.

We had a large staff. I was a very small part of it.

Mr. Finch claims he never met Mr. Staplin, either.

So you told me.

But it turns out that 21 years ago
Mr. Finch worked for the law firm...

that represented Mr. Staplin.

He was a junior partner at the time.

I doubt very much if he'd have been
assigned a case of such importance.

In 1969, Frank Staplin was in bad trouble,
and he needed a big favor.

And I think he got friendly with the ambitious Mr. Finch,

and they made a deal.

But Mr. Finch needed
help in the district attorney's office,

a person who had access to the evidence...

that had to be destroyed in order to save Mr. Staplin.

You were Mr. Finch's best friend. You were that person.

You can't have proof of this.

The little house you've built is floating on thin air.

That's right.

But it's a house made entirely of glass,

and you're inside, and you can't get out.

If I were you,

I wouldn't perjure myself for Mr. Oscar Finch.

Sounds like the opposition has conceded.

I wish I could say congratulations, sir.

Excuse me, please. Thank you, thank you very much.

Thank you. Excuse me, please. Excuse me, sir.

Thank you very much.

Well, this is an unexpected pleasure,
Lieutenant. Somebody send you an invitation?

Not exactly, sir. You might say this is a working visit.

Oh, no rest for the wicked. Ever
the bloodhound. Always on the trail.

In a manner of speaking, sir.

Moving in for the kill?

I hope it doesn't go that far, sir.

May I ask, what are you doing carrying that around?

You look like a delivery man.

Oh, this? Oh, I picked this up at the cleaners today, sir.

Going in for a new look?

Not really, no.

Lost somebody?

Some friends of mine. I thought they might be here by now.

- Have you something to say to me?
- What?

You waved to me in there.

You gave the distinct impression
that you wanted to talk to me.

Oh, I did, sir. Gee, I nearly forgot.

I got too much on my mind, sir.

Yes, there are a few things I wanted to go over with you.

As a matter of fact, I spoke to management,

and they can let us have a room across the hall.

Somebody just finished a sales demonstration in there.

Nice and quiet. We can talk.

More advice?

Just two or three points I want to go over with you, sir.

I honestly think with your cooperation
we could wrap this case up.

Put it to bed.

Well, that's terrific. That's just terrific.

But I don't think tonight's the night
for that sort of thing, you know.

I tell you what. Why don't you give me
a call in the morning,

and we'll get together sometime during the day,

and I'll give you all the help I can.

But right now, I'd hate to miss the governor's speech.

But by all means, stick around and enjoy yourself.

Be my guest.

Pardon me, folks.

This is your suit, sir! The one you got wet!

Wet?

In the rain, the night Mr. Staplin was killed.

I think you did it, sir.

Where's the room?

That was an extraordinary remark you made just now.

I'm very disappointed in you.

I'm sorry about that, sir.

I thought we had a nice relationship going.

Well, nothing's perfect, sir.

This is your suit, isn't it?

Well, let me... Let me look at it.

Mmm. That's nice. Nice fabric.

Yes, I... I have one just like it.

It is yours, sir. It was at the cleaners.

And it was at the cleaners because it got wet in the rain.

Oh, yes. Yes, so it did.

Where did it get wet?

Where?

Where.

Oh, where else? Where it rains, of course. Outside.

When were you outside, sir?

Oh, when I walked from my car to my office
for the meeting with Congressman Mackey,

and then when I walked from my office to my car...

a couple of hours later.

Except according to Congressman Mackey,
the two of you left together.

And it wasn't raining at that time.

Well, then it must have been raining earlier.

No, sir, that's not possible, either.

And how does your crystal ball deduce that?

Well, sir, in your parking space,
the ground under your car was dry,

so it wasn't raining when you arrived.
It had to start raining after you arrived.

And I noticed that dry spot the following morning...

when I parked in your parking space.

But there was only one dry spot, not two.

That means there was only one car
in the parking lot the previous night.

That means Congressman Mackey was lying...

when he said he drove
to your office and parked in your lot.

And you were lying, sir, when you said you met him there,

because he was never there.

And you walked to Mr. Staplin's house...

because you didn't want your car seen outside his house.

And you killed Mr. Staplin...

because he threatened to spill the beans
about the favor you did him in '69...

unless you did him another favor.

And when you left Mr. Staplin's house,

it started to rain, and that's when you got wet.

But it stopped raining before you returned to your car,

and that's why the ground under your car was dry.

That it?

That's it, sir.

Oh, you... You disappoint me, Lieutenant.

You are aware that an accusation of that nature...

requires proof of presence at the scene of the crime?

Yes, sir, I'm aware of that.

Do you have it?

No, sir.

But you do have a dead body
with all the indications of suicide,

and one self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.

Tell me, was there powder on the gun hand?

Yes, sir, there was.

How did it get there if he didn't shoot himself?

I have no idea.

Then all you have is a load of...

unsubstantiated circumstantial poppycock.

If you'll forgive me,
I think I'll return to the festivities.

But the invitation remains open. You're welcome to stay.

Please, enjoy yourself, Lieutenant.

Stick around.

You know, none of this would have
been possible without your help.

- My pleasure.
- Thanks.

That's it, sir.

- Everything?
- The works.

At the Biltmore Hotel.

Governor Montgomery has just been declared...

Mr. Finch, this is a warrant to
bring you in for questioning.

We'll do it here. These gentlemen will serve as witnesses.

You know your rights. Is there anyone you want present?

Let's get this farce on the road.

Just for the record, Mr. Finch,

where were you on the night Mr. Staplin was killed?

At my home and in my office.

When's the last time you saw Mr. Staplin?

I never met Mr. Staplin.

Have you ever been in Mr. Staplin's house?

Never.

Did you kill Mr. Staplin?

No.

This is a piece of chewing gum. Do you recognize it?

Recognize a piece of chewing gum?

Do you remember chewing it?

Beg your pardon?

Do you chew gum, sir?

Occasionally.

This gum was found in your trash can in your office.

There were also three full packs in the top desk drawer,

plus a fourth with only one stick missing.

Would you concede, Mr. Finch, that...

if the teeth marks in this gum
match exactly with your teeth marks,

would you concede that the average person would believe...

that it was you that chewed the gum?

More hypothetical poppycock?

Oh, it's not poppycock, sir.

Not if it places you at the scene of the crime.

Enlighten me.

Have you ever seen this?

Police Chief magazine, August issue.

There's an article in here. That's how I know about this.

I found out that in Fresno, California...

Here, let me read this to you.

Dr. Benoff, he's a forensic dentist.

It says, "He punctured the alibi of a suspect...

in a drug-related slaying
by matching a wad of chewing gum...

discarded at the scene to the suspect's teeth.

Seeing the matched models, the suspect pleaded guilty."

This is getting to be a big thing. Bite mark evidence.

That famous serial murderer in Florida, Bundy.

They put him to death...

because they could match his
tooth marks with the bite marks...

on the two girls. It's getting to be big.

I'm glad I read this article.

Fascinating as this is, even if the gum were mine,

it was not at the scene of the crime.

But this was.

This piece of cheese.

This cheese was on Mr. Staplin's desk
on the night of his death,

and the bite mark on this piece of cheese...

matches the bite mark on this piece of gum.

This is your dental chart, Mr. Finch.

This is an X-ray of your eyetooth.

It has a distinct chip on the right front side,

and a number of small notches
running along the other lateral edge.

I haven't taken a mold of your tooth yet, Mr. Finch,

but when I do, it's gonna be the
same thing as a fingerprint.

The mold of your tooth is gonna match exactly
the bite mark on this piece of cheese,

placing you at the scene of the crime.

You're under arrest, sir. Suspicion of murder.

Excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow workers,

dear friends,

this is a night to remember!

One bite of cheese.

One bite of cheese.