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(dramatic music)

- All right.

One peep out of you and the kid dies.

- I have told you everything I know.

Marty's gonna die and so is my baby.

- Fat-headed flatfoot.

I don't know any Pepper, so I don't know where she is.

And I couldn't care less.

(grunting)

- Michael.

Michael.

(heroic music)

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(ominous music)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

- [Bill] When did you get this turkey?

- [Pepper] They delivered it Saturday.

I haven't been able to get it to work.

- Well, maybe you should've called me Saturday,

'cause it's working now.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing, Bill?

- Save me a half week's salary.

- And that's it?

- That's it.

And soap.

- Terrific.

- There we go, watch it.

- Great.

Thank you, you'd make a good housewife.

- How about making me a good drink?

- You deserve it.

- Make it the good scotch this time, will you?

- Crowley.

- Holy...

- Oh my...

Oh for...

I...

I thought you said you knew what you were doing.

- Well I'm a cop, not a mechanic.

- Then why didn't you shoot it?

? I am a song and I've waited so long ?

? For someone to come and sing me ?

? Could I make you smile when I come out in style ?

? But somebody's gotta sing me ?

? Now don't say I'm wrong, I'm just moving along ?

? But somebody's gotta sing me ?

- Good.

- Is it rare enough?

- I mean her, she's pretty good tonight.

? Let me fill your heart ?

? The way I love to do ?

- You know what's good for it, Martin?

- Good for what?

- Overwork, pressure, tax time, bless it.

A cup of Mr. Peydon's special tea.

Make you some?

- No thanks, Emily.

It's after midnight, why don't you call it a night, huh?

- And miss out on this overtime?

Not a chance.

What about you?

A wife and new baby waiting at home, how are they, anyway?

- Fine.

- But you're not.

Something's wrong.

And I mean more than Gerry's heart attack,

his dying suddenly like that.

- Yeah, there's something wrong.

There's an accountant who's here.

- What about it?

- Two sets of books, Emily.

Double entries.

- One of Gerry's clients?

- Yeah.

- What did Mr. Peydon say?

- Well, he doesn't know about it yet.

And I don't think we oughta mention it to him, okay?

- Of course.

You sure about that tea?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

Give me the police.

? I am music ?

? I wish all ?

? I am music ?

Brava, brava.

? Music is everywhere ?

And I've got it.

(applause)

- Here.

- For me?

- No, my Aunt Bennie.

(laughing)

- Oh, Art, it's fantastic.

Oh.

Oh, but I'd rather it been with you.

I mean, Rio de Janeiro.

Nobody does that better than me, right, right?

- You didn't miss nothing.

It rained the whole damn time.

You're welcome.

- I said it, thanks, thanks, it's fantastic.

Shakespeare, you like, huh?

- Yeah, Lorenza, it's super.

- Mr. Morrell, for you.

- Take it.

- Phil Rance.

Yeah, he's back, he just got in.

It's the Marks woman, Peydon.

- Emily?

Yeah, Rance cabled me about Gerry.

Too bad.

Everything okay?

What?

- [Captain] I asked Royster and Styles to be here.

- [Pepper] Well Joe's on his way,

captain, but one of his kids...

- [Captain] What about the other one?

- Well you see, last night Pete freaked out

on broccoli juice.

- It was Brussels sprouts, wasn't it?

- Correction, Brussels sprouts.

- This is a report that came in during the night on a call.

His name is Quinn, Martin Quinn.

He's an accountant for the Peydon Corporation.

You know it?

- Yeah.

What's his problem?

- His conscience.

It seems that some tax ledgers that were being handled

by a senior accountant who dropped dead of a heart attack

were given to him.

And he's come across a set of double entries.

- Uh-huh, as in syndicate style.

- As in, that's right.

- So who's the crook?

- We don't know.

He won't give us the name over the phone.

- That's great.

- But he did make the duplicate of the vital facts.

You know income, narcotics, loan sharking, the whole works,

enough to put the crook away for a long time.

And he wants to give us those papers.

- Where's the meet?

- At his home.

He's at the office now,

but he'll be at his house in about an hour.

And so will you.

(ominous music)

(horn honking)

(thrilling music)

(tires screeching)

(slow heroic music)

(knocking)

(knocking)

- [Marie] Who is it?

- Mrs. Quinn, it's the police department.

Your husband's expecting us.

Mrs. Quinn?

Hi, I'm Sergeant Crowley, this is Sergeant Anderson.

- Hello.

- May I have one of your badges?

- Sure.

- Come inside, please.

- [Pepper] Thank you.

- [Marie] My husband isn't here.

- Well actually it's only a few minutes after 12.

- No, no, Martin called.

He said he'd be here by 11:30.

And then just a few minutes ago

there was another phone call.

A man, he said, "We've got your husband.

"And you shut up about it and don't say anything

"to the police or we'll throw acid in his face

"and make him blind just like you, maybe even worse."

Oh dear God, shut up about what?

Who's got Marty?

Why?

- [Pepper] We can help, Mrs. Quinn, but we need information.

- Mrs. Quinn, has your husband said anything to you

in the past few days about one of the companies

whose tax files he's been working on?

- No, no, he rarely discussed business at home.

- Had he been unusually upset about anything.

- Well, he was tired.

He was exhausted with all the extra work

he had to do at the office and...

He even brought some work home to do

at night after Mr. Ray died.

- How well did you know Mr. Ray, Mrs. Quinn?

I mean, were you friends, had you met him?

- No.

I spoke to him over the phone, I took messages,

but that was about it.

- We're here to pick up some notes,

some papers your husband called us about.

Do you know where they are, Mrs. Quinn?

- No.

- Is there anybody who stays with you who might know?

- Stays with me.

Oh, you mean does someone help me with the housework

or help me take care of my baby

and keeps me from stumbling over chairs

and banana peels and toys.

Sergeant Crowley, I have been blind all my life

and I've learned to cope with it.

Even to the extent of taking care of Michael alone.

- Mrs. Quinn...

- Sergeant, I don't understand any of this.

I mean, I just, I can't understand it.

- We don't understand it either,

Mrs. Quinn, but we're gonna find out about it.

Meanwhile, Pepper, Sergeant Anderson here,

is gonna stay with you until we do.

We'll have a shift of detectives

covering the outside of the house.

Yeah, this is Crowley.

We got a kidnapping here, give me Schmidt, will you?

- Everything's gonna be all right,

Mrs. Quinn, I promise you.

(ominous tones)

(phone ringing)

- I'm Sergeant Crowley, I'm here to see Mr. Peydon.

- Yes, he's expecting you.

Go right on in.

- Thank you.

- And our reputation, sergeant, is in a word impeccable.

- [Bill] Up until now, Mr. Peydon, maybe.

- Young man, I'm sure this isn't the first time

you've been told this, but I deeply...

- No, you told me on the phone less than an hour ago.

Now let's get down to facts, okay?

Fact, one of your accountants, Martin Quinn, is missing.

Fact, he phoned us to report that at least one

of your impeccable clients was a crook

who was using Gerald Ray to launder...

- Gerard.

- Gerard Ray to launder his books.

Fact, I don't have to guess that by this time,

I mean that second set of books, is long gone,

vanished from this office

and you have no idea who the crook is.

- But how?

All of this, how?

- How?

Obviously Ray was working with another member of your staff.

Just how large is that staff?

- Well at this time of year

we employ at least 125 men and women.

Naturally have many other workers in our branch officers,

San Diego, San Francisco, Sacramento...

- Mr. Peydon, when we spoke before,

you told me that you yourself had given Martin Quinn

five of Ray's tax accounts to handle after Ray died.

- That's correct.

Five corporations.

And if you must have their names, there they are.

- Thanks.

I'll be back.

- Some place to look for records.

- Nothing yet?

- No, and it looks like it's gonna stay that way.

- A bunch of snails.

Hear anything from Bill?

- He phoned, they already questioned about 20 key people

at Peydon who worked with or around Ray and Quinn but...

- And nothing.

- No.

(ominous music)

- Why don't you go inside and take a break?

- Is our friend talking?

- Not yet, but he will.

(baby crying)

- Michael, no, no, baby.

I know you miss daddy.

Oh, Michael, I miss daddy too.

(shushing)

He'll be home soon, sweetheart.

He'll be home soon.

Oh wait, sweetheart.

Oh, sh, come on, baby, go to sleep.

Daddy will be home soon.

Daddy will be home soon, honey, yes.

Daddy will be home soon.

Yes he will, angel.

Yes he will.

Yes...

(floor creaking)

Yes?

- [Pepper] Oh, I'm sorry.

I heard the baby crying.

- Sergeant Anderson, come in please.

I really didn't feel like being alone tonight.

Tonight's really a very special night.

Our seventh anniversary.

- How did you meet each other?

- Through his mom.

She passed away last September, but about eight years ago

she was in an auto accident and lost her eyesight.

And when the hospital released her,

she came to the school for the blind

where I was volunteering, giving lessons in braille.

- And then, wow, he saw you.

- I guess you could say wow is the word.

Well, we met, we got to know one another.

I don't know why Marty picked me, but, well he did.

He proposed.

He said, "Come live with me

"and help me find the true light.

"I love you, please love me."

Marty...

- That's beautiful.

(phone ringing)

Do you want me to get that?

It might be Sergeant Crowley.

- [Marie] Please.

- Hello?

Yes, yes, Bill.

Yes, everything's all right.

- [Rance] Scotch, bourbon, come on, name it.

- I don't want anything.

- Hey look, it's a hot, muggy night.

A nice, cool, misty drink.

Come on, name it.

Gin, huh?

Maybe a few juniper berries will loosen you up a little bit.

Hey, Denver, fix Mr. Quinn here a nice, cool gin and tonic

with a twist, the neck of a lemon.

- The neck of a lemon.

You got it.

- [Martin] I said I don't want anything to drink.

- Yeah, and you've been saying since this morning

you don't remember anything about a phone call to the cops.

Don't you remember any,

how do you put it, duplicate records?

Isn't that how you put it, Mr. Quinn?

No.

You don't know anything.

What happened, somebody shove an eraser up your nose

into that CPA brain?

(chuckling)

No.

You know absolutely nothing,

but your little wife knows a lot, doesn't she?

Guy's got something big to tell, he tells it to the cops.

But before that he tells the old lady right, man?

- [Martin] She knows nothing about this.

- Here.

- Take it.

Come on, take it.

(thrilling music)

(gunfire)

- No.

No doctor, Rance.

Yeah, then you know what to do.

Blind?

Then that should make it much easier, right?

- Are you gonna just keep standing there?

I'm getting lonely.

And I could use a drink before showtime.

- [Bill] You can eliminate these three corporations, right?

- As far as intelligence can tell, they're all legal.

- Peydon's impeccables.

Which leaves us with Bowder Incorporated.

- That's Henry Bowder.

Also known as Hank Bo.

- The mob.

Yeah, their front's a chain

of those fast food joints, right?

- Now you got it, Crowley.

- And Arthur Morrell, the syndicate.

Their fronts, what does he have, five, six supermarkets?

- Six, one a block from my house.

My wife swears by their fruit and vegetables.

Eh, what are you gonna do?

- Well, our money's on Morrell.

- How much?

- 300 bucks.

- Oh what do you got, three friendlies?

- Two, William, it's called inflation.

It hits the street people the same as all the rest of us.

- Yeah okay, what do you got?

- Friendly One, Morrell was seen a couple

of times a few weeks ago in the company

of the late Mr. Ray at a club where a girlfriend

of Morrell's used to sing.

- Used to sing?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, well she switched clubs.

We don't know which one yet.

- Friendly Two, three of Morrell's soldiers

left town suddenly yesterday on a job,

possibly like after they pulled a job, like a kidnapping.

- Left town, huh?

That's great.

- Here you go.

Yeah.

It taste pretty good?

How about if I fix you something, Marie?

- No thank you, Pepper, I'm not very hungry.

Besides, I've got all this ironing to finish.

- Could I help you with that?

- Oh no, I've been doing it for years.

And besides, I've just got to keep busy.

- Well, how about, Michael, let's you and I go outside

and soak up a little sunshine, huh?

Here we go.

Oh, I think you ate too much.

Okay, I'll take him out for awhile.

(ominous music)

- Mrs. Quinn, everything all right?

- Sergeant, there's some coffee there

on the stove if you'd like it.

- Oh no thanks, maybe later.

This humidity, it's really something today.

Guess we're in for a storm.

(laughing)

- [Pepper] You are heavy.

(laughing)

- Rain check on that coffee, okay?

- Sure.

- [Sergeant] Thanks.

- Here we go.

Yeah, again, wee.

Ah, oh, you are heavy, do you know that?

You're wearing out my biceps.

Yeah, that's these.

I think I have worked you into a nap.

Shall we go in?

I could steal one too.

Come on.

Ah.

- All right.

One peep out of you and the kid dies.

(thrilling music)

- [Marie] So they think Sergeant Anderson is me.

- Yes, and we're gonna have to let 'em go

if they're gonna pretend being.

It's the only way right now.

Look, Officer Russo will stay here with you.

- To do what?

Protect me?

Oh, Sergeant Crowley, I am here.

I'm in my own backyard touching and feeling things

I know right here.

It's my husband and my baby they have.

- I understand that, Marie, and we're trying very hard

to get him back to you as soon as possible.

- So, when, I mean how soon?

Don't you ever get tired or embarrassed,

disgusted with being so soothing, so assurable?

What happened?

What went wrong?

What with all this police protection, with all of your eyes.

(thrilling music)

- Step up.

Again.

One more time.

One step here.

Well, home sweet home.

Sort of.

- [Pepper] You can take your dirty hands off me now.

- The lady made a request, dummy.

You know, Mrs. Quinn, I figured you'd be something special.

- Where is he?

- What with a good-looking and husband and all like that.

- Where is he?

- But my expectations didn't...

- What?

Where is he?

- Ah yes, that's a very natural question.

I agree with that, yes indeed I do.

Concerned wife worried about whereabouts

of good-looking if punk spouse.

But first I'd like to ask a little question.

What about the papers, where are they?

- I don't know anything about any papers.

- You know, Mrs. Quinn, they say if the blind shall

lead the blind, quite often they'll fall into the sewer.

At least that's what my Sunday school teacher

used to preach to us.

Now look, I want you to understand that

I don't get a big pleasure out of doing this.

I mean I don't like being cooped up here.

It's a beautiful place, yes, but it's the desert,

and I hate the desert.

But I'm working for a man who doesn't appreciate

my just digging a lot of holes in the sand

when he's expecting some rock bottom information.

So where are those records?

- I told you, I don't know anything about any records.

- Okay, okay, let's just say you took a little trip

out to the desert and you're gonna visit with your husband.

Would you like that?

- Yes.

- Oh okay.

Okay, right here.

Quinn, you got company, Quinn.

Quinn, your wife's here.

And your kid.

It's reunion time, Quinn, and a little talking time.

Quinn.

Quinn.

(giggling)

- Michael.

(heavy breathing)

- Quinn.

Quinn, come on.

Hey, Quinn, come on.

- Quinn?

I knew a Frankie Quinn once back in Cleveland, sergeant.

His old man was an undertaker who used to sing

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling when he was fixing his stiffs.

Good tenor voice.

- It's Martin Quinn, Morrell,

and he lives here, not in Cleveland.

He works for Peydon, he worked

with your accountant there, Ray.

- Yeah, Gerry.

Heart, went just like that, and no history.

I mean, this Quinn guy, what about him?

- You don't know?

- I ask something, it means I don't know.

- I wanna know where he is.

Him, his wife, his son.

Well, they've been kidnapped.

- Whoa, banging.

No, never mind.

To hell with it, I'll say it.

You're starting to accuse me of something right, Crowley?

You come waltzing in here without any kind of proof,

then you start throwing words around like kidnapping,

expect me to get down on my hands and knees and confess?

Is that it?

To what?

- Up till five days ago, my client was in South America

on a business trip for over two weeks.

- I know all about that.

I also know...

- You know, you know, what do you know, Crowley?

Know this, Crowley, and know it good,

if you don't get out of here in the next 30 seconds,

I'm gonna pick up that phone and make waves

with friends down at city hall that'll drown you, Crowley.

Drown you.

Now move it.

- We met before, pal.

We'll be meeting again, you know that.

(thunder roaring)

- [Rance] Is he bothering you?

- [Pepper] Who?

- [Rance] The dummy over there snoring.

- No.

- You know, I'm looking at you.

Can you feel my eyes on you?

You know something, Mrs. Quinn,

you really are a beautiful woman.

A lot of guys tell you that?

Tell me something...

- I already told you, I know nothing about any papers.

- Oh those, look those can wait.

It'll take a little time, but you'll remember, right?

Hey, what's it like to make love in the dark, huh?

You know, the totally black dark.

Tell me about that, huh?

- Keep away from me.

- Look, just tell me about it.

You see, I done a lot of reading about lovemaking

and darkness and all that.

You know that Tristan and Isolde,

they used to make love in the total dark.

Imagine that?

Well because her husband, he used to like to go hunting,

and he'd go off after supper.

Imagine a thing like that now.

- [Henchman] Rance, come here.

(whispering)

- Denver, take her upstairs, huh?

(whispering)

And you're sure?

- I'm very sure.

Well then, what do we do with the body?

- Well, I guess we'll have to bury him

out in the desert tomorrow.

I better call Morrell.

Rotten storm, it's as dead as he is.

(ominous tones)

? Darling, why should you cling ?

? To some faded thing ?

? That used to be ?

? If you can forgive ?

? Don't worry ?

? About ?

? Me ?

(applause)

(upbeat funky music)

Got your message.

I don't sign autographs for cops.

- Maybe you sing for 'em.

Your friend, Morrell, he's hiding out some friends of mine.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- What it sounds like.

- What's it got to do with me?

- You might end up being an accessory to all this.

- As what?

- You don't know?

- No.

- You know, I can arrange

for you to talk into a little machine

that picks up on no when it might be yes.

I can also arrange to have you meet some witnesses

who saw you with Morrell and Gerard Ray

at that other joint you worked at

talking about your boyfriend's taxes,

books, stuff like that.

I can arrange that.

- You filth.

- I can get even filthier.

Now you tell me where Morrell might be holding my friends.

- He won't know about this?

- No.

- Swear on somebody's grave?

- Four cops, friends of mine

he's had dusted through the years.

- I'm not sure.

- Try.

Just try.

Where?

- Anything?

- [Bill] Maybe.

We gotta contact all sheriff's departments

between here and the border.

(ominous tones)

(glass shattering)

(thrilling music)

(baby crying)

- I have told you everything I know.

Marty's gonna die and so is my baby

and I can't do anything about it.

- No, your husband said that he had made up

a duplicate set of records.

They gotta be here in this house.

- Look, I've said it before, we never discuss business.

It was kind of a rule we had here.

He never told me anything.

(ominous music)

- Marie, I know I got the right man.

Now if I can just get to Morrell,

I know I can make him tell me where Pepper

and your husband and the baby are.

But you gotta help me, Marie,

you gotta help me, you understand that?

(ominous music)

What is that?

- It's a machine for writing braille.

I heard it one night when Marty couldn't sleep.

- Well, he used this machine?

- Well, when his mother lost her eyesight,

he learned how to use it.

- Marie, if he copied something in braille,

where would he put it?

(ominous music)

What are these?

- These are just some letters he wrote me when he was away.

Contingency factor.

Amortization.

Accountability.

No, wait a minute, these are new.

I've never read these before.

- Is there an identifying mark, a name?

- You have no right to make this kind of an accusation.

- Read that.

That's a transcript of his crooked record books.

Now you tell me where Pepper is

before I tear off your head and shove it down your throat.

- Get your hands off of me you fat-headed flatfoot.

You got nothing on me.

You know no dummy paper's gonna stand up in court.

I don't know any Pepper, so I don't know where she is,

and I couldn't care less.

- Sergeant.

- Now you tell me where she is.

(ominous music)

- Sweepo, get in here.

Breathing, but that's about it.

- Well, where's the woman and the kid?

- I don't know, I'm gonna check the bedroom.

You should get the dune buggy started.

- [Henchman] Yeah, but she's blind.

- Dummy, that was all an act.

If she can see good enough to take Rance out,

she can find the highway.

Get moving.

(gasping)

(shrieking)

(thrilling music)

(whirring)

(panting)

(dramatic funky music)

(panting)

- All right, sweetheart, it's okay.

- Well, we got her now.

- You go around the back.

I'll drive her right into your arms.

- Okay.

(panting)

(grunting)

(panting)

(whirring)

(panting)

(dramatic music)

(panting)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

(panting)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

(metal crashing)

- All right, hold it.

Get your face in the sand.

And make a move and you're dog meat.

(panting)

(dramatic tones)

- Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

(whirring)

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

(dramatic music)

- Pepper.

(gunfire)

(yelling)

Pepper.

- My leg is broken, I think.

- You're kidding.

- Guess who gets to carry us off this hill.

- [Bill] Pink daisies, 'cause they're your favorites.

- They're lovely.

Thank you, Bill.

- You're welcome.

How do you feel?

- [Pepper] Okay.

- Hey I'm right, aren't I?

I mean, these are your favorites.

- Well, I mean they're not my favorites,

but they're beautiful.

It's the thought that counts.

- What is your favorites?

- The sweet peas.

- Well it's a lot more than the thought that counts.

You know how expensive those things are?

- Yeah, I do.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

I got some good news for you.

Pete and Joe have volunteered to do all your reports.

- Who volunteered them?

- I did.

- Good.

- And Morrell has copped to everything but murder.

They'll probably charge him with being an accessory.

- And what about Rance?

- You know, you put quite a ding in his gourd.

He's got amnesia, he can't remember a thing.

- [Pepper] Hi, Marie.

- Pepper.

- Hi, Marie, Bill Crowley.

- Sergeant Crowley.

I wanted to come by and thank you myself.

- I'm sorry about your husband.

- It's all right.

- Is there anything we can do?

- Oh no, no.

Michael and I will be just fine.

I'm gonna go back to teach braille.

Pepper, how's your leg?

- Oh, all it did was a clean break, luckily.

Could I hold Michael for a minute?

- Oh sure.

- Hey, come here, big fella.

Hey, how are you?

- Hey, Michael.

Sure is cute, isn't he?

- Yeah.

- He's good-looking enough to be a cop.

(heroic music)

(triumphant tones)

(triumphant tones)

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