All language subtitles for Cannon - S01e22 - The Torch

( dramatic theme playing )

Are you out of your mind?

How did you know I was
here? -Because I looked.

All over town, last night
and tonight too.

Look, it's almost 11:00,
and we got to get out of here.

Elaine, Elaine, are you so drunk

you don't realize what's gonna
happen here?

Nothing's gonna happen.

I just decided to call it off.

What do you mean you decided
to call it...? W-why?

Let's say I just realized
if something happens

to the factory, we won't get
the insurance money.

My husband will.

Look, you knew that all along.

He gets the money now,
we get it later

when something happens to him.

Let's say I don't want
to be a murderer.

Murderess. Murderess
is more proper.

Look, you don't have
to worry about all of that.

I'll take care of all of that

and then it'll be just
the two of us.

Everything we ever wanted.

I said I'm calling
the whole thing off, all right?

What's the matter...?
No, it's not all right.

What, are you going back
to your husband?

I don't believe that
for a minute.

I don't need my husband.

I don't need him anymore,
and I don't need you, either.

And if you want to know
the truth, I'll tell you.

I met somebody else.

Just... Just cut right there,
Elaine.

You're not gonna
turn me on and off.

He's very rich

and very much in love with me.

Give me everything I want.

So why should I risk
my neck for you?

Look, Elaine, you can't walk out
on me like this, you just can't.

Oh, stop it, Phil,
you cheap cornball.

Please, go peddle
some insurance.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dialing )

Operator, I want to make

a station-to-station call
to Los Angeles.

7-9-0-9-2-3-0.

Yeah, thank you.

( rings )

( line buzzing )

( ringing stops )

( sighs )

( ominous theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars:

Larry Blyden,

Anthony Zerbe,

Richard Carlson,

Sheila Wells.

ANNOUNCER:

( mellow jazz theme playing )

CANNON:
Oh, I know, you laugh
at my apparatus,

but have you or have you not
ever tasted a better espresso?

( chuckles )

There we go.

Beautiful.

Now, tell me this, Miss McMahon.

Uh, Annie, please.

Annie.

What was your stepmother
doing sitting alone

in her office at midnight?

Oh, there was nothing unusual
about that.

She was Dad's head
dress designer,

even before they were married,

and she used to like
to, uh, work late at night.

It probably made
her feel, uh, artistic.

How do you know she was drunk?

Oh, the police said so,
and, uh, you know, uh,

drunks are always starting fires
with their stupid carelessness.

You read about it
in the paper all the time.

Oh, and incidentally,
she smoked like a chimney.

What about the skull fracture?

Drunk. Tripped.
Hit her head.

Well, I must say that's
a comfortable explanation.

Uh, what do you mean
by comfortable?

Well, that means that you
obviously love your father

and you hated your stepmother.

Oh, no, I didn't hate Elaine.

I mean, well, granted
there was, uh,

lots of material
for a good hate.

But my dad didn't hate her.

The problem is, the police don't
know Dad like I do.

And in all their official
ignorance, uh,

what have they charged him with?

Oh, n-nothing yet.

But you expect...?

Well, anytime there's a big fire
and with lots of insurance,

they will ask questions,
I... I suppose.

For $800.000? I suppose.

( doorbell rings )
Oh, excuse me.

Oh, that's probably Dad.

Oh, listen, Mr. Cannon,

Uh, I didn't tell him
that you were a detective.

I just said that you were,
uh, an insurance consultant.

Why?

Well, you see,
I'm a photographer,

I have my own studio
and I can pay you,

so please, uh,
let's do it my way?

Okay.

Yes?

Mr. Cannon, I'm Owen McMahon.

Yes, please come in.

Your daughter's here.

May I offer you some espresso?

Uh, no, thank you.

Hi, Daddy.

Hey, you look tired.

You were supposed
to take a rest after lunch.

( chuckles )

My problem is too much rest.

You see, for 35 years,
I've looked forward

to getting up every morning
and going to the factory.

Now there's no factory to go to.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

I'd like to get
some background, if I may.

Uh, you were the sole owner
of the clothing company, huh?

Yes.

I started it in 1938.

Was the business doing well?

No.

No, not lately.

You see, we were always
known for quality.

Tastes unfortunately change.

You might say we failed
to keep up.

Or else, you might say that when
Elaine took over the business,

she ran it smack
into the ground and...

Annie!

That's enough.

Excuse me, uh,

Were you and your wife together
the night of the fire?

My wife and I hadn't been living
together for some time.

I had dinner alone that night,

went to a movie,
came in rather late.

Any witnesses to prove
where you were?

Mr. Cannon, I've been over all
this with the police.

Is it necessary to go over
it all again with you?

That means there
were no witnesses.

I have to have witnesses
to collect my insurance?

That depends on certain matters.

Like what?

Like, uh...

( sighs )

was your wife running
around with other men?

Who the hell are you
to ask me that?

Annie, I'm sorry.

I... I can't do this your way.

Look, Mr. McMahon,
I'm a private detective.

Your daughter brought
me into this.

Why do I need
a private detective?

Because the fire
just made you a rich man,

and at the same time
got rid of a wife

that was giving you
a lot of trouble.

Mr. Cannon, I refuse to discuss
my wife with you, sir.

Dad, you were twice her age.

What do you think the police
are going to think?

Let them think what they like.

They haven't arrested me yet.

And if they do, there's still
a judicial process

in this country that protects
innocent people.

Mr. Cannon, please send me
a bill for your time.

Come on, Annie.

Mr. Cannon, please
take the case.

Look, I... I've got to go
with him, I mean,

He might run out
in front of a car.

Lord, was there ever such
a stubborn man?

Yes, he's stubborn, all right.

Perhaps a little bit
old-fashioned too.

But he just might have
an advantage over us.

Because he knows
that he's innocent.

I don't know that.
Nor you, right?

What are you saying?

I'm saying that
I like your father.

And I'll take the case.

Thanks.

( ominous theme playing )

She was lying right there
on the couch.

( laughs )

I'm sorry.

Hey, don't I know you?

Yes, Phil Dobson, chief
investigator, Solar Insurance.

Oh, yes, sure.
Frank Cannon.

So, McMahon hired
you already, has he?

Yeah, more or less.

Uh, you're the guy who's pushing
this as a murder, huh?

Not me. All I know is what
the police tell me.

Nobody with a broken
skull like that

walks over and stretches
out on a couch.

No, the way I look at it,

see, somebody slugged her
and then dragged her over here

and then put her down
on the couch

and then started the fire,

thinking it would cover up
the murder, but it didn't.

Do you have any idea
how the fire started?

Not yet, no. We don't have
any chemical traces.

Hm.

It's a funny thing.

Anybody covering a murder
would wanna be sure

they'd set a bonfire,

and a source like that should be

readily determinable,
shouldn't it?

Well, it certainly ought to be,

but sometimes the boys
at the fire department

have to kick things
around a little bit,

and that makes it tough for us.

Yeah.

You, uh, got anything on my
client that I should know?

Well, his wife
was quite a swinger.

Your client must have
been aware of it.

Any one particular man?

No, just a pack of playboys.

That was one good-looking woman,

high style all the way.

All of her boyfriends
were the same.

She didn't go for plain guys
like you and me.

Well, speak for yourself,
young man.

( chuckles )

( snickers )

Now, seriously, uh,

anything you could do for me,
I'd appreciate.

Sure.
Okay, thank you.

ANNIE:
These are, uh, publicity stills.

I took them only
a couple of weeks ago.

You have no right to do this.

Annie, I... I haven't
authorized this man

to do one single,
solitary thing.

Daddy, these are my pictures
and I have hired Mr. Cannon.

Well, what do you expect
to find, anyway?

This has got to stop.

Annie, Annie, if you have one
bit of feeling for me,

any feeling at all...

ANNIE:
Dad, I'm sorry.

I do have feelings for you.

I love you. That's why
I'm doing it.

( grumbles )

CANNON:
Something is missing.

That painting.

That's a Renoir, isn't it?
Mm-hm.

CANNON:
Who does it belong to?

ANNIE:
It was Elaine's.

She had to have it.

So, Daddy bought it for her.

Mr. McMahon,

how much is that worth?

I... I don't remember.

Look, Mr. Cannon,
I have told you

I will discuss nothing
whatsoever concerning my wife.

A genuine Renoir
is worth plenty.

Now, what happened to it?

Well, I... I suppose
it burned up in the fire.

No. No, no, that wall
is still standing,

but it shows the remains
of the pictures

that hung there, but no Renoir.

Now, somebody had to take
it down before the fire.

Either of you?

No.

Of course not.

Who could have taken it?

Well, somebody who knew there
was going to be a fire.

Now, maybe whoever
killed your wife

or maybe one of her boyfriends.

I'm sorry if that
upsets you, Mr. McMahon.

Uh, I'd like to keep this
if I may.

I'll be in touch.

( door closes )

It wasn't an accident.

Somebody did kill her.

Dad, you're going to have
to face up to it.

They're going to accuse you.

( ominous theme playing )

There we are.

Let's see, one...
One Renoir painting

is insured for 60.000.

It was there that afternoon.

Then someone removed it
before the fire started.

Well, that's a common m. o.
For an arson case.

I mean, a guy decides to burn
his place down

for the insurance money,

and then at the last minute
he gets sentimental or greedy

and he pulls something
out and hides it.

I nail a lot of them that way...
You know something?

You know what's been
hanging us up, Dobson?

The thing that's been
hanging us up is,

we can't figure out how
the fire started, right?

Now, that shouldn't be so
difficult to figure out,

except if we're up against
a professional.

No.
A torch.

No, torches don't kill people.
Not even for top dollar.

Believe me, I got a file
on every one of them.

No, maybe the torch set the fire

and somebody else killed
Elaine McMahon.

Somebody like her husband?

An opportunity to remove
the Renoir ahead of time.

Can I see your torch file?

Sure.

I got everybody in here
who's out on the streets.

Take these along
with you if you like.

There we go.

Well, you can forget
about this guy.

He blew himself up torching
a meat plant in Phoenix.

Liked to play
with his chemicals.

Oh, this... This guy
I busted last month.

Look, I know every one
of these creeps.

I'll help you if you want.

Who's number one?

A Ruby Teague right now.

Ruby Teague?
Wait a minute.

"Presently employed Dockside
Maintenance Corporation,

Pier 9."

Uh, how do you like leaning on
people early in the morning?

If you want me, you got me.

Eight o'clock.

I'll pick you up here.

( suspenseful theme playing )

DOBSON:
Ruby?

Phil Dobson, Solar Insurance.
This is Frank Cannon.

They don't make you guys diet
no more, right?

Ha. Yes, they do.

That's one of the reasons
I quit the force.

Private stuff?

No badges?

Drop dead.

Oh, you can talk to us
for a minute.

About what?
Wednesday night,

the McMahon Clothing
Factory fire.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Oh... Ah!

Look, all I asked you
to do was talk.

I didn't do it.

McMahon Factory fire.

I didn't do it, so help me.

Then why did you run?

A dame burned up.

That's a murder rap.

And I got no alibi.

If you didn't do it,
what difference does it make?

I'm not holding still
for no frame.

You don't know me.

Him. Him I... Him I know.

He don't care who he hangs,
just so he makes the case.

Not me. I don't frame.

How come you come after me?

I want to talk
to the best, Ruby.

The best torch, that's who
I want to talk to.

I was never the best.

Your competition's dead.

Doc's not dead.

What?
Doc Immelman.

You want the best, talk to him.

Before I forget,
I want to thank you.

Gee, I'm... I'm really sorry,

but I wasn't shooting at you.
I was shooting at him.

What do you mean
you were shooting at him?

Well, I wasn't trying to him.
I was just trying to stop him.

All right. Look, why don't
your file cards show

the number-one torch,
Doc Immelman?

Oh, we've got him.
Sure, we've got him,

but he hasn't been busted in so
long he's on the inactive file.

But I brought the card,

just in case you wanted
to check him out.

There's no question about it,
Doc's the best there is.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hello.

Yes?

Uh, I'm looking
for Doc Immelman.

Why would he be here?

I'm only his mama.

You're a detective?

Well, yes, as a matter of fact,
I am. A private detective.

Public, private,
what's the difference?

You have a warrant?

A warrant?
Oh, no, no, not at all.

Uh, just a matter of checking
a certain thing, that's all.

Yes, well, please don't
check in the hallway.

The neighbors have ears.

Come on in.

( both chuckle )

Please sit down.
Thank you.

Did I understand you
to say that, uh,

there's a warrant out on Doc?

Oh, oh, you policemen.

Always trying to get
an old lady to talk.

( laughs )

I know your ways
after so many years.

I wouldn't try to con you,
Mrs. Immelman.

But I... I would like to ask you
something, if I may.

Is Doc back at his old, uh...

trade?

Would you like some
chocolate cake?

Bavarian chocolate?

( chuckles )

Well, it would, but I'm not
gonna let it have it.

You understand why.

No, all I wanted
to find out was, uh...

If my Herman goes out
and does what

you're always accusing
him of doing?

No, not anymore.

He has a good job
selling corrective shoes.

How are your feet, by the way?

Large men have such trouble.

Well, you know, now and then...

Uh, but I would like to talk
to Doc... Uh, Herman,

and I assure you that
if he's clean,

there will be no problem
whatsoever.

Oh, he's clean, he's clean.

Um, he's just a... Just a little
bit nervous lately.

You know, I think the best thing
in the world you could do

for him is to tell me where
I could find him.

I really mean that.

You ever heard of such a thing
as a protected crab game?

Crab... Oh, crap game?

Protected crab game.

Uh, well, yes, I'm aware
of one or two in town.

( suspenseful theme playing )

MAN ( over intercom ):
Yeah?

Frank Cannon.

I'm okay.

Yeah? Who okayed you?

How about Doc Immelman's mama?

Thank you.

( chuckles )

The left-hand side.

I'm a private detective.
A friend of Big Sonny's.

That don't cut no ice.

You get it back when
you leave, same as everyone.

You riding shotgun?

Yeah, there's heisters
everywhere.

Oh, boy, don't I know.

CROUPIER:
They're coming now.

Good luck, you guys.

Five. Five is the point.
Five will get the money.

Five. There's a man on five.
Put your bets down there.

You know how lucky you feel.

Seven.

Aw...

Hey, uh, give me a hundred.
I'll give you my marker.

No, I got three of them already.

Hey, man, you know
I'm good for it. Come on.

CROUPIER:
Six is the point. Easy six.

I got to get some of this back
or I'm in big trouble.

MAN:
You were in big trouble
when you came in.

Easy eight, no hard way.

The hard way is...

All right, a new shooter.
Get your bets down.

There he goes,
a brand-new shooter.

DOC:
Come on, get hot.

Say, I'd sure like to talk
to you for a minute, Doc.

You'll get your money, okay?

You know I'm good for it.

Money?

I owe you something, don't I?

Well, maybe, but not money.

Yeah, Mama said
you were getting edgy.

My mother.

Now he's talking to my mother.

And maybe you should
listen to her sometime.

You know that
this game is backed

by money from Big Sonny,
don't you?

That's kind of out of your
league, isn't it?

Hey, what business is that
of yours?

Well, it just kind of makes
you more interesting to me

than the average
run-of-the-mill shoe salesman.

Shoe salesman. Is there anything
she didn't tell you?

She didn't tell me whether
you torched the McMahon fire

and killed the wife.

Hey...

One conviction, malicious
mischief, 15 years ago.

Hm. Hey, Doc, ain't
no way that anybody's

gonna call the McMahon case
mischief.

That's why you're frightened,
isn't it?

That's why you're trying
to run up a deal here

so that you can, uh, get enough
money to run on, right?

Listen, uh, tell me exactly when
this building was set on fire.

Uh, last Wednesday night,
around midnight.

I see, uh... ( laughs )

My luck must be returning.
I should get back to the tables.

You know what?
What?

I was, uh, in San Francisco
last Wednesday night.

No kidding?

Yeah, on business.
Ah.

Shoe business.

Stayed at the Beaumont Hotel.

They know me there.

And you know what else?
What?

I phoned my mother
about, uh, midnight.

Doc, you're putting me on.

( laughing ): No.
Come on, now.

You're putting me on.

That's really
a coincidence, isn't it?

I tell you what:

I think I'll go to San Francisco
and check those things out.

Be my guest.
Thank you.

Do me one favor
though, will you?

Don't drink too much,
because I have a feeling

that I may need you alive
and in one piece.

Okay?

( upbeat theme playing )

Yes, he was here.

Came in by cab from the airport.

Not usual for him. He usually
watches his pennies.

( snickers )

Then you do know him?

Oh, yes. Yes, Mr. Immelman
is a regular guest.

Three or four times a year.

What time did he arrive?

Oh, um, about 9.

I remember because, well,
he just wasn't himself.

Complained about his room rate
after all these years.

Almost as if he were trying

to bring attention
to himself, perhaps, huh?

You could say so, yes, yes.

Did be make a telephone call
to Los Angeles, by any chance?

I was on the switchboard myself.

Called a little
after 11:30 or so, and, uh...

Oh, here's the number.

Oh.

Hm.

Did he make any other calls?

Well, you know, something odd.

Right after he made that call
through the switchboard,

here he was at the desk
asking for telephone change.

No.

I hope he isn't in trouble.

He's a lovely man,
though a bit, um...

Uh, peculiar.
Yes.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Thank you.
Bye.

( ominous theme playing )

Mr. Cannon.

Are you alone?

Yes. Annie's staying here
with me, but she's not home yet.

I found something.
A piece of an emery board.

Found it inside of the telephone
in your wife's office.

What's it mean?

Well, there's a method
for starting fires

with a telephone, with matches
and a piece of emery board.

The phone rings, the vibration
strikes the matches.

It's a beautiful technique.

The person placing the call can
be a thousand miles away.

Well, who...? Who...?
Who'd do that?

A man by the name
of Doc Immelman.

That's his business:
starting fires.

Did you ever hear the name?

No. Why would I?

Let's just be sure.

No.

No, I've never seen him.

He's a pro. He's what
they call a torch.

And he only works
when someone pays him.

Hm.

Well, that...

That doesn't make things
look any better for me, does it?

You weren't
the only beneficiary.

Your wife might have paid
to have the place burned.

And then he killed her,
this Immelman?

Not a chance, Mr. McMahon.

I want to search your place now.

Why?

It's just a matter
of time till the police do.

I want the advantage.

Well... ( suspenseful
theme playing )

What's the matter?

It's that Mr. Cannon.
He's searching the place.

He's what?
He insisted.

I've got nothing to hide.

What's going on here? I didn't
pay you to go snooping...

You paid me to find
out what happened.

That's what I'm trying to do.

I found this underneath
the blotter

on the writing table.

What is it?

It's a pawn ticket.

I don't know anything
about this.

What do we do?

I suggest you call
your attorney right now,

because you've got
about five minutes

before I have
to call the police.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Dad, I can't get you
out on bail.

They say there... There's no bail
for certain kinds of cases.

Capital cases with substantial
evidence of guilt.

Mr. Cannon, I want you
to know something.

If my father is convicted,

I will never forget
that you did it.

I told you when I took the case
I don't withhold evidence.

Mr. McMahon, I'm gonna
ask you once more,

how did you get ahold
of that pawn ticket?

I told you, somebody
must have put it there.

I... I never pawned
anything in my life.

Who else could have been in your
apartment since the fire.

I wish I knew.

I can't think of anyone.

I've... I've hardly
been there myself.

It's been locked up
most of the time.

You were there last night.

Yeah, but not for a couple
of nights before that.

Well, somebody had to have been
in there during that time

if the ticket were planted.

I'm the only other person
with a key,

but I suppose you've already
thought of that.

Yes, I've thought of that.

Well, just you and Annie,
is that it?

Besides the police
and the insurance people.

( knocking )

Hello, Mama.
What do you want?

CANNON:
You're not quite as friendly

as you were the last time,
are you?

Is there something wrong?

Nothing, I... I am busy.

You will have to come back.

Excuse me, but what happened
to your door?

Uh, nothing, nothing happened.

I'm sorry, Mama, but I think
maybe I'd better come in.

Well, you cannot push
in here like this.

It... It's against the law.

Where's Doc?

My son is not at home.

Oh, uh, w-well, I... I'm sorry.

I... I misunderstood.
I thought you said...

( bodies thud )

They were collecting, huh?

( crying ):
I told my Herman

not to give out
these big markers.

I want you boys to go back and
tell them to forget about Doc

because I'm putting him away,
you understand?

Now, get out.

( door opens )

( door closes )

Mama, I'm afraid Doc's
down the well.

At least he'll be
a lot safer in jail

than having guys
like that after him.

Mama, where is he?

Where is he?

You're right.

( sniffles )

Better jail than dead.

At least he can write.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Yeah? Who is it?

It's Frank Cannon, Doc.

You better talk to me.
You're in big trouble.

Yeah, okay, I'll be right there.

( Cannon clears throats )

Uh, Doc, uh, I'll meet
you back inside, huh?

I think I'd be more comfortable
using the door, okay?

Thank you.

( sighs )

Just came from Mama.

Your mother.

Where else?

There were two heavyweights
there from the crap game,

waiting for you...
Hey.

You didn't tell them I was here?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I did have to roust them
to protect her, though.

Thanks, uh, maybe I'll return
the favor someday, huh?

How about right now, Doc?
Right now.

Because I want the name
of the man

who contracted the McMahon fire.

( chuckles )

Mr. McMahon.

I always believe what I read
in the newspaper.

Well, this time you know better.

Ah. How do I know better, huh?

I mean, even speaking
theoretically.

Even supposing I was
the torch on this job,

what do you think, they'd tell
me everything about it?

Okay.

Then somebody has set you up
for a murder rap, hasn't he?

What murder?

Where do you get the murder?
I never killed anybody! Never.

You know, I'm gonna have to fill
you in on something, Doc.

Any felony that results
in a death is a felony murder,

and arson is a felony.

So what?

So who are you gonna get
to tie me in to that fire, huh?

Nobody, that's who,
because it can't be done.

I was up in San Francisco
checking your alibi.

Good, so you know I was there.

I also know how you set the fire

from there.

( chuckles )

Prove it.

You think I don't know a bluff?

If you can make that case,
you'd bust me right now.

I'm gonna tell
you something, Doc.

I'm gonna make that case
and I'm gonna bust you.

And the reason I'm not
doing it right now is,

I want the name of the man
who hired you.

Now, who is he?
Give him to me.

I'll do what I can for you.

What do you say?

Nothing.

You're afraid of him,
aren't you?

That's a big mistake.

You should be more afraid
of sitting in a gas chamber.

Look, what do you want from me?

I got nothing to say.

I'm your big hope, Doc.

Tell you what.

I'll, um...

I'll give you eight hours, hm?

No more.

Why don't you think about it?

Give me a call.

By the way,
use the telephone, huh?

Bye.

( ominous theme playing )

( door opens, closes )

I haven't got any money,
I told you.

I should never have let you
talk me into this.

I'm so scared, my teeth
are falling out.

Oh, get off it, Doc.
You gotta have some money.

I gotta get out of the country.

I gotta leave my mother some.

Look, it's stupid to run,

especially when there's
something better to do.

Yeah, like what?

Kill Frank Cannon.

You must be out of your mind.
I can't kill anybody.

You already killed somebody

and Cannon is the only one
pushing it.

Look, we got no choice.

Why don't you do it?

You're a hard guy,
you got a gun.

I can't do it.
You can do it

because you can make it look
like it's not a murder.

You see, you got
that talent, Doc.

That's your curse.

( dramatic theme playing )

( ringing )

Cannon.

Hi, Doc.
Where are you?

Uh, at the motel.

Look, I, uh, thought maybe
we could make a deal.

I... I give the DA a statement

and you help kick down
the charges.

Look, I told you I'd do
what I could for you,

but more than that
I can't promise.

Well, you come on over, huh?

About an hour, okay?

I'll be there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Doc,
you gotta stay sober.

I don't want you to mess up now.

Please, I need it.

All right.
One, that's all.

Everything okay here?

Everything ready?
Yeah.

Yeah.

Everything's closed up.

All we got to do is turn on
the gas, go out the back window.

What's that?

It's water.

That's a chemical solution.

I make it myself.

No odor.

Looks like water, but...

you mix them...

You're the best there is, Doc.

I always said that.

He comes in, he spills
the solutions, they mix,

we get a good clean
blaze, no traces.

There'll be about 2.000 cubic
feet of gas in the room by then.

Ignition point will be
about 5, 6 feet high.

We take out the walls.

There's nothing left to do now
but just turn on the gas, right?

Yeah, yeah, we...
We got plenty of time.

Oh.

Easy, just take it easy, Doc.

You...
Take it easy, now.

( sighs )

( gas hisses )

CANNON: Hey, get
in, I gotta talk to you.

Well, I gotta get
up to the office.

This won't keep. Come on.

Come on.

Well, I've found our torch.

It's Doc Immelman.

Well, uh... That's great.
That's really great.

How did you nail him?

He started the fire
with a telephone device.

He placed the call
from San Francisco

to give himself an alibi.

The call traced out
to a phone booth

around the corner
from his hotel.

I can put him there
at the right time.

Well, uh, gee,
I don't know, Frank.

Uh, it's not gonna be easy
to get a conviction on that.

I don't need one.

He's just about ready
to spill his guts.

This'll do it.

All I want you to do
is to back me up.

That's the cabin.

Well, uh...

Uh... Uh, listen,

I'll stand guard here, you see,

in case he starts to run
like Ruby did, hm?

This isn't Ruby and Doc
isn't running anymore.

Come on, Phil.

No, no, no.

No. No.

( grunts )

Now, what's your problem, Phil?

Huh? You afraid
of your old pal, Doc?

You set the fire
for Elaine, didn't you?

Come on, let go of me...

And when you killed her,
it cost you your cut,

so you took the painting, right?

Well, you don't have to admit
anything because I know.

Because I tailed Doc right
to you. Now, come on.

( suspenseful theme playing )

No, don't.
Don't open it.

He'll blow us to pieces.

There's gas in there.
It's got a chemical starter.

Where's Doc?

He's inside.

CANNON:
Phil!

Phil!

Call an ambulance.

CANNON:
You see, Phil Dobson set you up

when he planted that pawn ticket
in your apartment.

I think he did it the night
I went to San Francisco.

Boy, it must have killed him
to give up that Renoir.

Yeah.

How did you know, anyway?

Well, you see, the pawn ticket
was dated the same day

that I told Dobson
the painting was missing.

And whatever happened
to what's-his-name,

uh, the man who started
the fire?

Doc is alive and he's trying
to cop a plea.

I think he'd be happy
to settle for 20 years.

I understand Dobson confessed.

Yes, he did,
as a matter of fact.

He claims that he really didn't
mean to kill Elaine.

I don't think he did.
I believe him.

Well, maybe you believe,
young lady,

that your old man isn't quite
the naive old fellow

that you thought.

I told you there's
a judicial system

that protects innocent people.

Oh, Dad....

CANNON:
Now, wait a minute, Annie,

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Your father happens
to believe in justice.

You know something?
I'm with him.

( upbeat theme playing )

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