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-I didn't say you were
the murderer.

I said if you were
the murderer.

-I'd--

-Wait!

Listen--

-His accident was
not an accident.

-Will you give me proof,
Lieutenant?

-Believe me, I've been an
absolute bundle of nerves.

-Check!

-Wish I could figure out
someone who would

benefit from his death.

-He was given his necessary
injection 40 minutes ago.

-Did anyone else see
those lists?

-No.

-Someone with intent to murder
packed his bags.

-I think that is a
possibility, yes.

-He is despicable.

-It could have been
a perfect murder!

[echoing footsteps]

[crash]

[amplified pulsating sound]

[amplified pulsating sound]

-[grunts]

[breathes heavily]

REPORTER [OFFSCREEN]: Sir,
Mr. Clayton, sir.

I, uh, I don't suppose any
grandmaster actually relaxes

the evening before a match.

Can you tell us what your
schedule is for tonight?

-Well, this evening, um, a
small martini, perhaps; a

large steak, definitely; and a
good horror movie, if there's

one close by.

-[chuckles]

But, sir, are you telling us
you're not concerned about

tomorrow's game?

-Chess is never merely
a game, my friend.

And as for tomorrow, well, for
me, it's just one more match.

No, please don't quote
me on that.

Tomlin Dudek will, I'm sure,
prove a most worthy adversary.

After all, he was champion of
the world for many years.

And I'm certain that he'll
be giving it his all.

-Ah, Mr. Clayton.

Mr. Clayton, do you know what
the reporters from Dudek's

country are saying?

They are saying that you could
not become champion.

You never would have
been champion--

-Oh, that again.

---if Tomlin Dudek hadn't gotten
sick and hadn't had to

retire five years ago.

-Yes, I've heard and read some
of you gentlemen speculating

about that a bit.

Most unpatriotic, you know?

Oh, come morning, we'll all be
settling our lingering little

doubts, won't we?

Now if you'll excuse me.

-Hey, how about a picture of
the two of you together?

-Yeah.

-Ah, so the living
legend appears.

-Eh, excuse me please.

Which way is the dining room?

-Not now.

-Please, gentlemen, please.

There's no more interviews
this evening please.

-Mr. Clayton, here's
the world's most

legendary chess genius.

He comes out of retirement,
well, just to play you.

And you're not even curious
enough to--

-Curiosity breeds sympathy,
my friend.

And sympathy is one emotion a
champion cannot afford on the

night before the match.

Tomlin Dudek will have
mine soon enough.

-Uh, Mr. Clayton, good luck on
tomorrow morning's match.

-Thank you.

-Take care.

-Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Thank you.

BEROZSKI [OFFSCREEN]:
Mr. Dudek goes

directly back to his room.

He needs his rest.

I'm sure you understand
that, please.

[inaudible]

Please.

-I'm sure they won't
bother you anymore.

Are you all right?

-[chuckles]

I--

I'm fine.

Are you all right, huh?

I saw you looking at Clayton
with such daggers.

Such emotion!

-He is despicable.

He always was and he
always will be.

You'll beat him, Mr. Dudek.

You will beat him at the only
thing he really cares about.

-[chuckles]

So much emotion.

So, my little arranger
of chess matches,

you go with the others.

Have something good to eat.

Go dancing.

Have a good time, huh?

I will need something to read
and maybe some fresh tobacco.

-But I--

-Please.

P.A. ANNOUNCER [OFFSCREEN]:
Pierre Smith,

please dial the operator.

-Huh?

[chuckles]

-OK.

-Mr. Clayton!

You are Emmett Clayton,
of course.

[chuckles]

What a nice coincidence!

-Hardly.

You noticed me in the hotel
lobby just as I noticed you.

And naturally, you knew I'd see
you slip away, that I'd be

curious, wondering what my
opponent was up to on the

night before our match.

-You're very clever.

Linda Robinson has told me
a great deal about you.

She was correct.

-Was she?

-Oh, please, please, sit down.

I only mentioned her as the
person who arranged our little

match, not as your ex-fiancee.

See, her mother and I were very,
very good friends in the

old country.

So I didn't think you would be
upset if I mentioned her name.

-I must warn you, Mr. Dudek.

I'm very aware of your blatant
psychological warfare and

quite immune to it.

-Immune, you say.

[laughs]

Then why did you
follow me here?

Oh please, please.

Never mind.

Never mind.

[laughs]

I let you in on a
little secret.

There is something to which
I am not immune.

And here they have the best
in the whole town.

The hotel bellboy
guarantees it.

Escargot, eh, snails.

[chuckles]

Ya, snails stuffed with
butter, garlic.

Good wine, French bread,
and snails.

[smacks]

[chuckles]

Please, please, Mr. Clayton,
I ask only your

good company, huh?

-I'm very honored, sir.

Oh, incidentally, I saw you
slip out of the hotel at

lunchtime, too.

[both laughing]

[both laughing]

-It is just that the reactionary
food which my

doctor makes me eat
in my room.

He goes to the fancy
dining room.

I must eat sugar substitutes.

Uh, everything low calories.

Blecch!

-They aren't going to harm
you in any way, are they?

-Of course not.

I take my medications.

It is only that Berozski, you
know, our leader, my coach,

my, uh, nursemaid, [chuckles]

is terrified that I will lose my
concentration, that I will

disgrace our country, that I
will crack my tired brain.

Who knows?

-Well, chess is the ultimate
test of the human mind.

-You think so?

I always thought it was women.

-Hm.

Queen's pawn opening.

Do I expect that tomorrow?

-Queen's gambit.

-Declined.

[crunching]

-Check.

-[chuckles]

Your rook checks my king.

You are very aggressive.

I heard that about you.

-Don't think I haven't studied
every one of your games.

-So I move my king to queen 1.

And now--

-Damn music.

-But it's very good that
you have that.

Then you are deaf to everything
except your own

concentration.

-Doubles it.

-But you heard me say that.

-I can lip-read when
I want to.

-S'il vous plait, gentlemen!

Please.

-And, now, is my turn.

Check.

-All right, come on.

I can't concentrate in this
stale pit anyway.

-Eh, wai-- wait, Clayton.

I just happened to think
something else.

You know what?

If we go into the lobby and
Beroszki sees me, he will put

me to bed like a baby.

Is not good!

Also, if he sees us together the
night before the match, is

also not good.

-Well, there must be
some other way in.

Come on.

-[grunts]

-[grunts]

-[grunts]

-Yes?

What in the blazes
do you want?

-Mr. Clayton, excuse me.

I am Berozski.

Mazoor Berozski.

I took the liberty of calling
you several times.

But you were out.

-Why?

-I was merely looking
for Mr. Dudek.

I thought perhaps he
had dropped by to

meet his eminent adversary.

-On the night before
the match?

Oh, come now, Berozski.

These little ploys of yours to
interrupt my sleep are about

as subtle as a train wreck.

Don't you know where
your man is?

-Mr. Clayton, I apologize.

It's just, uh-- a small
misunderstanding.

Please believe me.

It's just that the
hotel is large.

My apologies, truly.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Mr.--

-[sighs]

I know that man.

He's probably already called
the police, the

military, the FBI.

-Come on.

It's your move.

-Ah, yes.

Yes.

My move.

So--

and my queen will take
your knight.

Surely you expected that.

And then your pawn must
take my queen.

Otherwise, my queen would take
your bishop and you will be

down two pieces.

And my rook takes your rook.

Check.

And then you must interpose
your bishop at king 1.

And then my bishop will
take your pawn,

threatening your queen.

And therefore, your queen
must take my bishop.

At which point, my rook
takes your bishop.

Checkmate!

[exhales sharply]

[chuckles]

-[sighs]

-Oh please, please.

Never mind.

Never mind.

It's just a bit of luck.

It's nothing.

You'll be distracted
all evening.

I could see that.

-Yes.

-Perhaps there is one too many
beautiful ladies here, like

Linda Robinson, perhaps?

[applause]

DUDEK [OFFSCREEN]: [ECHOES]
Tomorrow will be better when

we both concentrate.

-Please.

DUDEK [OFFSCREEN]: But
you are exhausted.

You have been drinking.

-Please!

-Rest yourself, my friend.

[applause]

[applause]

[applause]

[applause]

[glass shatters]

-I jump you, you jump me.

That's no good.

-Ah, take your time,
Lieutenant.

On a Sunday morning, what else
would I be doing except

sleeping late, playing with my
kids, watching a ballgame?

-Doc, I'm terribly sorry to get
you down here like that.

But believe me, I've been an
absolute bundle of nerves.

-Forget it.

Go ahead, jump me.

-Doc, you sure he's going
to be all right?

-[chuckles]

I told you, that's the mildest
anesthetic in the book.

-Boy, you know, my wife
went to visit her

mother for a few days.

And it's like everything was
waiting for her to leave so it

could happen to me.

First, the kitchen sink,
and then the pilot

light on the stove.

I don't even know what
a pilot light is.

And this thing wakes me up at
6:00 AM, scratching that ear.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Always the same ear.

And last night, I got to tell
you about last night.

-Well, surprising that
he could reach it.

-What?

-Foxtails, Lieutenant.

I spend half my life
pulling those out.

And, of course, with a low-slung
model like yours,

well, he just scoops them up
like a vacuum cleaner.

He'll be around in
a minute or two.

-Vacuum cleaner?

That reminds me, I didn't
vacuum the rug.

-[chuckles]

-Well, anyway, last night--
last night,

that was the worst.

For the first time in two years,
I figured I'd finally

get to go bowling.

My friend Harry, he's outside.

He's ready to go.

He's honking the horn.

What happens?

I get a call.

Big emergency.

Some famous foreign chess
player has disappeared.

[dog snores]

-Listen.

Did you hear that?

-So, uh, what happened?

-Well, before I got
to headquarters,

I got another call.

False alarm.

Not only is the gentleman not
lying dead in the street, but

you know where he told
people he'd been?

Listen, there.

Did it again.

-Where had the man been?

-Bowling.

The missing person
went bowling.

-Doc, that is a definite
noise.

What is that?

-That, Lieutenant, is
called snoring.

-[FOREIGN ACCENT] Hello,
Aztec Airlines?

I would like, please, to make a
reservation to Mexico City.

Eh, I--

I believe there's a plane.

Yes, yes, that's the one.

Oh, oh excuse me please, but we
have very poor connection.

One moment, please.

Please.

[high-pitched tones]

-Um, uh, Dudek.

D-U-D-E-K. Tomlin Dudek.

[phone rings]

-Hello?

Yes?

Cl--

Clayton?

Wh--

What is the matter?

You-- you want me to
meet you where?

Eh, Clayton, I don't
understand.

Clayton, can you hear me?

Yep.

What is the matter?

Are you sick?

Are you all right?

You want me--

all right, fine, five
minutes, please.

Clayton, five minutes.

I will be right there.

All right?

Right.

Yes.

All right.

All right.

-Oh, eh, excuse me.

[chuckles]

Yes, it's all-- it's
all right.

You-- you can go in the room.

-Clayton, what are
we doing here?

-Dudek, Dudek, please,
you got to help me.

I--

I can't take it anymore.

She's making me feel
so guilty, I--

I can't sleep.

I can't think.

I--

I can't anything.

-I do not understand.

-She-- she thinks that she loves
me, that I love her.

And we're going to
get married.

Well, I don't know
what she thinks.

-Ah, ha-ha!

There is a young lady who
is making you so upset.

-I--

I can't hear you.

I broke my damn hearing aid
last night after you left,

sitting up there alone.

I swear to you, it was--
it was just a lark.

A passing little affair.

I never meant it to--

Dudek, look.

She's--

she's from your own country.

Could you write something for
me in her own language?

Anything like--

I'll--

I'll recopy it and--
and send it to her.

-What will I write?

-Well, I don't know.

Uh, s-say, to say, I--

I'm sorry.

I was wrong.

I'm very ashamed.

I--

ju-- just say anything.

Well, I just--

I just couldn't face
her, Dudek.

I'm sorry to have
to put you to--

-Uh-huh, all right, all right.

[chuckles]

I understand.

[chuckles]

The problems of you young
people with your

love affairs, heh.

-Thank you, Dudek.

Thank you.

[machine whirring]

-Uh, Clayton, calm
yourself now.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

-The match.

I--

I, I just can't.

I'm sorry, Dudek.

I--

-We postpone the match.

We merely tell them that we
mutually agreed to postpone

for a few days.

All right?

Come on, Clayton, please.

What are you doing with my bag?

[screams]

Clayton!

[clock ticks softly]

[clock ticks softly]

[light chatter]

-Uh, please, ladies and
gentlemen, please.

If I don't mind my distinguished
challenger being

20 minutes late,
why should you?

After all, it is my neck he's
supposed to be after.

[light laughter]

-While we're waiting, let's
warm up a bit, shall we?

I'll play any 5 of you at once;
or 10, if you like.

But keeping it friendly,
of course.

[laughter]

-Hey, Lieutenant?

-Oh hello, Sergeant.

They got you, too, ha?

-Yeah.

-What is it with this guy,
keeps disappearing?

-They found him a little
early this time.

That's him they're carting
away right now.

[sirens blaring]

[sirens blaring]

-He was coming through
down here.

He must have slipped.

There's some grease on
the floor up there.

-Wait a minute.

That big chess match, that was
supposed to be this morning?

-That's right.

-What was the man doing
in the basement?

-Apparently, trying to
make an easy exit.

-I don't understand.

-Well, he had a cabbie
waiting for him

outside the service entrance.

-A cabbie was waiting
for Mr. Dudek?

-That's right.

You want to bring that guy in?

-You were waiting
for Mr. Dudek?

-Yeah, that was the name, sir.

He had a foreign accent,
the dispatcher said.

I don't know, uh, if I was a
little late getting here--

-Do you know where you were
going to take him?

-Yeah, international airport.

-OK.

Thanks a lot.

-You bet.

-Here's where he fell?

-Yeah, that's right.

-What kind of a machine
is this, anyway?

-Well, that's the latest gizmo
for a clean environment.

Chews up everything--

bottles, cans.

Here, I'll show you.

[motor whirring]

-That's enough.

I get the idea.

-Accident, you say, while
sneaking out of the hotel like

some criminal on his
way to the airport?

I say nonsense.

-Mr. Berozski, he was carrying
his flight bag.

And the cab driver was--

-Enough!

All this at the very hour he was
to prove himself, again,

the greatest master of
chess who ever lived?

You are a fool, sir.

-Excuse---

yeah.

-Tell me, what is your rank?

-Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Mr. Berozski, this is Lt.

Columbo, Homicide Department.

A full lieutenant.

-How do you do, sir?

-Well, Lieutenant, I shall rely
that your investigative

imagination is somewhat better
than that of your underling.

-Excuse me, one moment.

What is that word?

-What?

Oh, "dentures."

-"Dentures," pardon me.

Uh, actually, sir, from what I
know about chess players--

that is, the important ones--
they're sort of like geniuses,

unpredictable and erratic.

And this man, he was
under great stress.

Now, maybe this psychological
strain that he was under--

-Nonsense!

Again, nonsense.

-Well, you did tell Sgt. Douglas
here that Mr. Dudek

traveled with his own
personal physician.

Does he have a record
of erratic behavior?

-Dr. Jalnik is not
a psychiatrist.

He's what you call general
practitioner.

Mr. Dudek is not a well man.

He has, uh, diabetes.

But we always have personal
physician attending, just as

we always have Anton there, Mr.
Dudek's valet and physical

instructor.

-And you, sir?

-I beg your pardon?

-Uh, may I ask what
you do, sir?

I assume you're in charge.

-I am the coach to
Tomlin Dudek.

-Coach?

You mean, like a football team,
something like that?

That kind of coach?

-Is hardly the same,
Lieutenant.

-Officer, may I talk to
you for a moment?

-Yes, ma'am.

Excuse me.

-I--

I can't explain what might
have happened.

But I--

I've been with Tomlin Dudek for
months now, ever since I

set up this match.

My mother knew him for years
and years before that.

So I can tell you, Officer, Mr.
Dudek would never sneak

away, not from any obligation.

Certainly not from any chess
match with Emmet Clayton.

[breathes deeply]

-Ma'am, are you all right?

Would you like to go
up to your room?

Maybe you'll feel better.

Lie down?

[knocks on door]

-If that is the press,
I have no statement.

They are not to be permitted.

-Say, what's in this
thing here?

-Well, the usual stuff a guy
picks up when he's in a

hurry-- toilet articles,
pajamas, a

couple of extra shirts.

WILLIAMS [OFFSCREEN]: Like
I said, Officer.

I'm Mr. Williams the hotel,
in charge of the chess

tournament.

-That's all right, Gary.

-Excuse me, Mr. Berozski.

-Yes, Mr. Clayton, what
can I do for you?

-This envelope was in my room.

The maid she found
it under my door.

-We noticed the engraved
stationery, sir.

We haven't opened it.

-It's one of our official
envelopes.

-Excuse me, sir.

Do you mind if I read that?

You're the champion,
aren't you?

I want to say it's a great
honor to meet you.

I've got a cousin up
there in Albany.

He wears big, thick glasses.

And he thinks you're the
greatest thing in the world.

-That makes two of them.

-Hello, Linda.

-The envelope, Lieutenant?

-Oh, yes.

Excuse me.

[rustling paper]

-Can you translate that
for me, please?

-"I'm sorry.

I was wrong.

And I am very ashamed.

Please

forgive me." -Wrong?

Did he mean wrong
to come here?

To try for this match?

Oh, that poor tortured man.

-Is that Mr. Dudek's
handwriting?

Well, sir, I'm afraid that
does look like the

explanation, doesn't it?

-I'm sorry, but I can't
accept that.

He wasn't afraid of you, Emmet.

He wasn't!

-Mr. Berozski, I know
how you must feel.

Please accept my deepest
sympathy.

Tomlin Dudek was a
great genius.

He'll be remembered for many,
many years by every chess

player in the world.

-Excuse me, Mr. Clayton.

You're talking as though Mr.
Dudek were already dead.

-What?

-Well, of course, he's
very badly injured.

He's critical.

But as far as we know,
he's still alive.

-Well, we--

we just assumed--

everyone downstairs, uh--

well, we know so little.

-Dr. Jalnik accompanied
him in the ambulance.

We do still have hope.

We must have hope!

-We should all be thankful that
if there's even a slight

chance that he might live.

[speaking foreign language]

-Uh, Mr. Berozski, sir?

Sir, excuse me for
just one moment.

-Lieutenant, I already told
you, you may leave.

-Yes, sir, I understand that.

I tell you what I was
wondering about--

-If you please?

I'm talking with my embassy.

What's that?

-I think this is Mr.
Dudek's shirt.

I found it in the laundry
sack in there.

So, well, what I was wondering
was, can a

diabetic eat garlic?

I mean, you told me that
he was a diabetic.

-[foreign language]

Garlic?

Of course garlic is all right.

Why not garlic?

-Sir, I don't believe--

-[foreign language]

-It's very noticeable.

I mean, [sniffs]

you can smell it all over
the cuffs here.

He did wear this shirt last
night, didn't he?

And garlic was not
on his diet.

Sir, look, I can understand
the position you are in.

I mean, uh, if the man got hit
by a truck, that wouldn't be

your fault.

But, uh, if he went out and he
ate something that he wasn't

supposed to eat.

And he got sick,
then you will--

-I will not have it insinuated
that I was in any way remiss

in taking care of
Tomlin Dudek!

-I'm not insinuating anything.

Nothing!

Absolutely, honestly.

You know, all I want to
do, I just want to

have this shirt analyzed.

It won't take very long.

It's a routine process.

Strictly routine.

Nothing to it.

Uh, Sergeant, would you have
that shirt analyzed for me?

Thank you very much.

-Um, listen, Lieutenant,
I'm not responsible.

Anton, did you or did you not,
last night, order for Mr.

Dudek his proper prescribed
dinner?

-Yes, sir.

I did, but just the dishes
on the doctor's list.

I saw no garlic.

-So we already know that Dudek
slipped out by himself

somewhere last night.

So he didn't tell us the
truth about where he

went to eat his garlic.

So who is responsible, huh?

Tell me something, why
are you still here?

You are homicide.

No one has died.

Why don't you go home?

-Yes, sir.

-Go home!

What do you care about garlic?

About shirts?

What?

-I'm glad you asked that
question, sir, uh, just give

me one moment, would you?

Um, dentures, right.

-What?

-Dentures.

-What?

-Those are false teeth.

-"den"--

---dentures.

---"dentures."

-Now, he does wear false
teeth, doesn't he?

-So?

-It seems that the ambulance
driver found them.

Well, I never had that problem
yet myself, but, uh, I

remember somebody mentioned
toilet articles.

Uh, bear with me one second.

Ah, yes.

[clattering]

-Here we are.

Just an ordinary toothbrush.

Now, it seems to me--

you see, my grandfather,
he wore dentures ever

since he was 40.

And as far as I can recall, he
never used just an ordinary

toothbrush.

What is it?

-Sir, I, uh, I'm afraid, sir,
that this is my toothbrush.

-This is?

-We share the bathroom.

You see, I am Mr. Dudek's
physical trainer.

-Never mind.

-Lieutenant, then Tomlin
Dudek could not have

packed his own suitcase.

-That's what I was trying
to get around to, sir.

Yes.

And if somebody else packed it,
who didn't know that he

wore dentures, then, the--

---then his accident was
not an accident.

-I, uh, thought you'd like to
know, sir, that, uh, I think

that is a possibility.

Yes, sir.

-Is, um, Mr. Dudek out
of surgery yet?

-No, sir.

They're still at
it, I'm afraid.

-Um, if everything goes all
right, how long would it be

before he's conscious and
able to communicate?

-Oh, I wouldn't presume to make
a guess like that, sir?

At least, 10 to 24 hours,
though, I'm sure.

-[sighs]

I see.

Thank you.

What happened?

-Oh, he just gave me this list
to take back to the hotel to

get some more modifications
from his hotel room.

-Medications?

-Even if he does make it through
the operation, Mr.

Dudek will still need his
daily injections--

the diabetes, the circulatory
regulator.

Emmet, if he should
die, I just--

-You can't take all the
blame for this mess.

You know, Dudek and I ran into
each other last night.

We even wound up liking
each other, if you can

believe that paradox.

Uh, of course, naturally, both
of us being addicts, we

couldn't resist a couple
of quick games.

And you know me.

And you're right.

When I can win, I do win.

I suppose it must have shaken
his confidence.

I didn't realize how much.

-Emmet, I didn't know you--

-Linda, don't you think
you ought to get that

stuff to Dr. Jalnik?

-There's no hurry.

He doesn't need it
before 7:00.

-Uh, ah, this is unpronounceable
language.

-I just have to stay
here until I

know he's out of surgery.

-Um, you've put up with
me long enough.

I can't say I blame you.

-[sighs]

-[sighs]

-[sighs]

-[sighs]

-[sighs]

-[sighs]

-Hello, Mr. Clayton.

I guess I just missed
you upstairs.

-Oh, I was--

I was just trying to compose a
little note to send up with

some flowers.

-Oh, I don't think they'll
allow any flowers

in there yet, sir.

-Probably, just as well.

Frankly, I have great difficulty
to find the

appropriate words for
the occasion.

Well, if-- if you'll excuse
me, Lieutenant.

-Mr. Clayton!

Your pen.

You left it on the seat there.

-Oh, thank you.

-With just that little
running, oh,

I am in lousy shape.

Listen, would you like
get some ice cream?

What do you say you and I go and
get some ice cream and get

our minds off this whole thing
just for a minute?

What do you say?

-If you are able to do that,
Lieutenant, you're a better

man than I.

-Well, uh, I'm going to tell
you the truth, sir.

What I really had in mind is I
just wanted to get you some

place and get you talking
about chess.

And I thought maybe I'd pick up
some free pointers because

I'd love to learn the game.

-If you'd love to learn
the game, I suggest a

correspondence course.

Taxi!

-Oh, you don't have a car?

Oh, good heavens.

Here, come along with me.

I'm parked right over there.

These fellas here, they'll
charge you a fortune.

-Now, look, Lieutenant, I'm
quite capable of finding my

own way back to the hotel.

-Mr. Clayton, I better
be truthful with you.

I can't get this mess off my
mind either, no more-- no more

than you can.

And, uh, I would appreciate it
very much, sir, if you ride

along with me.

Obviously, you have
a fine mind, and

I'm going to be frank.

There are a couple things that
I'm really muddled about.

-Oh?

In what way?

-Well, for instance, do you
remember that sad, confusing

little note that Mr. Dudek
pushed underneath your door?

I don't understand that.

-Well, as upset as he must have
been, uh, it's a wonder

he was able to write
anything at all.

-Yes, right, yes.

I'll tell you what I
don't understand

most about it, though.

If the man is sitting in his
room with his own official

stationery, and he seals the
note in his own official

envelope, how come he wrote the
note itself on just some

plain, little piece of white
paper from a pad?

-You're asking me why someone in
an irrational state failed

to act in a rational manner.

Obviously he scribbled on
whatever was at hand.

-Except that, uh, I couldn't
find a notepad like that

anywhere in his room.

And I looked everywhere.

I mean, now, do you
see what I mean?

Uh, this way, sir, right here.

You see, it's uh, it's
just picayune

little things like that.

Now, for instance, here's
another one.

See what you can make of this.

-And just because of a wrongly
packed toothbrush, you're

ready to imply attempted
murder?

A far more logical assumption
would be that some stupid

bellhop packed his bags for
him and just threw in the

wrong toothbrush.

-You know, you're right.

I never thought about that.

Thank you very much, sir.

Oh, listen, there's something I
can check out with you right

now, if you don't mind.

I understand you were five or
six minutes late yourself to

that match this morning.

-It is my habit, Lieutenant, to
take a brisk walk before an

important match.

As it happens, this morning,
I stopped to pick up a new

transistor for my hearing aid.

It went out on me last night.

-[humming]

Wonder why he didn't sign it?

-Sign what?

-That note he put under
your door, sir.

He didn't sign it.

-Well, I suppose he
assumed we'd, um--

well, we'd know it came from
him, which we did.

-Right.

I wish I could figure out
someone who would

benefit from his death.

-I think you've got something
there, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant?

You just missed the turn-in
to the hotel.

-Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.

Uh, let me see.

I think if I go down here a few
blocks and make a right,

I'll be all right.

You know, there's a terrific
restaurant around here, and

I'm famished.

What do you think?

-I told you, I'm not hungry.

Now, if you just kindly drive
me back to my hotel, I'd be

most grateful.

-Not hungry at all?

You don't want to
keep me company?

I'm just going to grab a bite.

Oh, there it is.

You don't really mind stopping
here for a moment, do you?

Kind of dark in here,
isn't it?

Mmm.

Something sure smells good.

Anybody home?

This booth all right?

-Hm?

Oh, fine.

-Have you ever had snails?

-Yes, I'm quite fond of them.

-You're going to love these.

Sir!

-Ah, oui, monsieur.

-Partial to French foods,
are you, Lieutenant?

-I like fish, anything that
comes out of the water.

-Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Your pleasure today?

-We'll have two orders
of snails.

-Deux plats des escargots.

-Was it a good photograph?

-Beg pardon, sir?

-The one this gentleman or one
of his cohorts showed you.

Was it flattering?

-Ah, oui, monsieur, oui.

-Good.

You can make that one order.

Now that he's identified
me, which is why

you brought me here.

I don't suppose you have
any further questions.

-I have a further question.

-Fine.

Lieutenant, you're a pleasant
enough man.

You work hard.

And I respect your
motivations.

But please, stop
this pretense.

-Would you excuse us for
a moment, please?

-Oui, oui, monsieur.

-Why did you conceal the fact
that you and Dudek met here in

the restaurant?

-I didn't conceal it.

-You simply didn't
volunteer it.

We started checking out French
restaurants because we found

garlic stains on Mr.
Dudek's shirt.

What it boils down to, if
someone didn't get lucky and

smelled garlic on the
shirtsleeves of a diabetic, we

never would have known
you two were here.

-Well, why didn't you ask me?

Or Ms. Robinson?

-Ms. Robinson knew about it?

-No, I told her about it.

She's at the hospital now.

There's a phone there.

Call her.

Check it out.

You're not going to call her?

-No.

-You see you were wrong about
my concealing information.

-Bit warm in here.

Did you notice?

Oh, dear.

Almost forgot.

There's something I wanted
to show you.

It scares me carrying
this around.

It looks so valuable.

-That is very beautiful.

-They tell me these are
all hand-carved.

Solid ivory.

Very old.

-Knight, bishop, and pawn.

-You know, I'll tell you why
I brought this here.

It wasn't just because
it was so beautiful.

Uh, this particular set belongs
to Tomlin Dudek.

And that bothered me.

As a matter of fact, I couldn't
sleep last night.

-Really?

-Hm.

Yeah, it seems to me that if an
artist takes a trip, well,

he was going to bring his
sketchpad, he's going to bring

his pencil.

If a pool player goes somewhere,
he's going to take

his pool cue.

And I just couldn't figure out
why would a great chess player

forget to pack his chess set,
particularly if it was a

valuable one?

-That's a very telling
observation.

-Do you think so?

-I do.

What you are saying is that
someone with the intent to

murder packed his bags, someone
who didn't know that

he always carried his
chess set with him.

Now, I wouldn't do a
thing like that.

Not in a million years.

You see, I always carry
my set chess with me.

Here it is.

-Hm.

Can't argue with that logic.

There's one other question,
Mr. Clayton.

Why did you tell Ms. Robinson
instead of telling the police?

-Eh, excuse me, one moment,
Lieutenant.

Proprietor?

Would you mind coming back
here a moment, please?

-Oui, monsieur?

-I was here last night
with another

gentleman, is that right?

-Oui, monsieur.

I--

I said so to the police.

-And, uh, we were playing chess
on-- on this tablecloth

in this booth.

You were quite annoyed.

-Uh, yes, sir, yes.

-Would you mind telling us who
won that game of chess?

-Beg pardon, sir?

-Who won?

Who lost?

-I was kind of wondering
that myself.

-Well, oh, all I
know is I was--

I was, uh, standing at the
table, pouring the wine, when

the little, round gentleman
with the accent, he pushed

forward the-- the salt and, uh,
this gentleman pushed out

the pepper.

And pretty soon, they
were pushing all the

things on the table.

And I didn't know what
they were doing.

Later on, I--

I found out that they
were playing chess.

But, uh, I've never seen
anything like that.

As to who won, who lost,
je ne sais pas.

I--

I, uh, don't know.

-Thank you.

You've been most helpful.

-Oui, monsieur.

-I won that game.

If I could have trusted
the police to keep it

confidential, I would
have told you.

But for $20, any reporter
could buy that story.

Now, it may not make any
difference to you, Lieutenant,

but it certainly does to me.

Tomlin Dudek was a great
chess player.

And at this time, it would have
been tasteless, cruel,

and unnecessary to even mention
the existence, let

alone the result of a match,
which he lost.

Now, does that answer your
questions, Lieutenant?

-It certainly does, sir.

And I could see how strongly
you feel about him.

So you beat him right here in
this booth, on a tablecloth.

-Correct.

-Too bad you didn't bring
your portable chess set.

-I left it at the hotel.

I was going out for dinner.

So I forgot it.

You wouldn't arrest me for that,
would you, Lieutenant?

-Lot of people forgetting
chess sets these days.

Now, Mr. Clayton, your story
is very, very sound.

All we have to do now is just
wait for Mr. Dudek to recover

so he can verify it.

[buzzing]

-Must be coming from you.

-Hm?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it's this thing here.

One of the doctors loaned it to
me at the hospital, in case

he wants to get me in a hurry.

I need a telephone.

Is there a telephone?

Phone?

Do you have a phone?

You phone?

PROPRIETOR [OFFSCREEN]:
By the cash register.

-Thank you.

Hello?

Uh, this is Lt.

Columbo.

My number here is 5--
what was that?

Oh, sure, absolutely.

Put me right through.

She could put me
right through.

She's ringing now.

Hello, Doctor?

Yes, sir.

Lt.

Columbo.

But he is going to
be all right?

He's moving.

Oh, that's terrific.

All right.

I'll be right over.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

See, my dog had a bit
of operation.

And the vet was kind of
upset because I had

to leave him there.

But he's fine.

He's just fine.

He's moving around.

He says his tail's moving
a mile a minute.

So that's terrific.

I'm--

I'm going to run along.

Small world.

Listen, I was just up
to see Mr. Berozski.

I returned that chess set.

He had some very nice things
to say about you.

That's very kind of him.

And news of Mr. Dudek?

-Oh, yes.

Some very good news, sir.

Dr. Jalnik has called
from hospital.

He said that Dudek is
out of surgery.

And it looks good.

"Stable" is what he said.

All the vital function
look stable.

-Thank heaven.

Do you know if Ms. Robinson and
the doctor are going to

come back here now?

-I don't know about Mss.

Robinson.

The doctor is going to
stay at the hospital.

He's a pretty conscientious
guy.

Say, I called you a little
earlier on the house phone,

but you seem to be
out some place.

-Well?

-Well, you probably won't
even remember this, sir.

But, um--

-"Sir, you aren't champion
the you're."

[elevator bell dings]

-I beg your pardon?

-The very first sentence
you ever said to

me, Lieutenant, backwards.

-That was the backwards
of the very first

thing I said to you.

You can remember that?

-I wish you could remember what
you were going to say to

me, Lieutenant.

I'm afraid I'm in a
bit of a hurry.

-Well, that's a terrific feat.

Now, that's really remarkable.

I've never seen that
done before.

Uh, oh, yes.

What I was going to say to
you-- what was that?

Oh, about your hearing
aid, yes.

You told me that you went
to get it fixed.

And that's why you were
a few minutes late

to the chess match.

Well, you were right
about that sir.

Supreme Optical and Medical
Supply Company, three blocks

down the line, they
confirmed that.

-Thank you, Lieutenant.

[elevator bell dings]

-Oh, Mr. Clayton!

Gee, I almost forgot.

This is fascinating.

You know, we found Mr. Dudek's
chess journal.

I want to tell you, you,
chess players, are

a remarkable bunch.

Apparently, what he did, he
recorded every game, every

move he ever played.

Do you do that?

-Yes, but only the important
matches.

-Remarkable.

What a memory!

Well, naturally, I was
interested in the game in the

French restaurant.

And sure enough, there it was,
back of the book, the very

last game he recorded.

Well, you might be interested.

Um, no names, just the date,
Wednesday, October 20, black

versus white, and every move.

And here on the last page, I
noticed that black resigned on

the 41st move.

Is that about the
way it happened?

-Obviously.

-I tell you why I'm confused
because I remember that prior

to saying that he came over to
the table and he was pouring

the wine and when the game
started, the little, round

fellow with the accent pushed
out the salt, then you

responded with the pepper.

So I thought that
you were black.

-No.

-Hm.

Just wanted to get
that cleared up.

Thank you very much.

-Not at all.

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

-I'm sorry.

I didn't know about
the medicines.

-No, no.

It's all right.

He gave me a list.

Just a few more things.

[phone rings]

-Yes?

Hello to you, too.

But-- oh, OK.

Ah, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant, it's for you.

-Do you mind?

-Yes, I would.

[growls]

-Columbo.

Yes, Sergeant.

What?

Sure, I can.

I can get over there
right now.

Yes, I'm leaving right
now, immediately.

-And don't forget your friend.

-Doc, if you don't mind, just
a little while longer.

I've got a crisis.

I've got to go over to the
hospital right now.

-Lt.

Columbo?

I'm Dr. Sullivan.

He's right down here.

[heart monitor beeps]

-What's happening?

-I don't know.

He was looking so stable.

And suddenly, something just--

-What do you mean "something"?

-He was given his necessary
injections 40 minutes ago.

15 minutes later, this
started happening.

-Joe?

-We ain't winning.

-Tomlin!

-[murmurs]

-Tomlin?

-[murmurs]

-Tomlin, [foreign language].

Tomlin, [foreign language].

Can you hear me?

Tomlin!

Tomlin!

[HEART MONITOR, CONTINUOUS
BEEP]

-Is he gone?

Dr. Sullivan, somebody has tried
to kill this man once,

that's why he's here.

Do you have an explanation
for this?

-No, sir, I don't.

It's-- it's baffling.

-It sure is.

What about those injections
Dr. Jalnik gave him?

-Well, he's had those
medications before.

And he's come through
perfectly fine.

-They couldn't have anything
to do with it?

-No, sir.

-The last set that he gave
him, did they come from

outside the hospital?

-Yes, sir.

That's right.

-I want to see those syringes.

I want to bring them
down to the lab.

I want my people
to be able to--

-I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

They were disposal.

They're empty.

They're taken out of the
room immediately.

That's hospital safety rules.

-Statement?

Reaction?

Regarding what?

REPORTER [OFFSCREEN]: Tomlin
Dudek is dead.

I just heard it from another
reporter at the hospital.

-Oh, no.

When?

REPORTER [OFFSCREEN]: Well, I
just called over there to

check, and they told me.

-It just happened?

-Oh, he died just 10
minutes ago, sir.

So any statement
you'd like to--

-No.

No.

I--

I'm just too shocked
right now.

I'm sorry.

REPORTER [OFFSCREEN]:
Maybe later?

-Yeah.

Yeah, perhaps later.

-Ms. Robinson?

-[gasps]

Oh, I'm sorry, I--

-May I sit down for a moment?

I know it's a bad time.

And I know you'd rather
be alone.

It will only take a moment.

-Of course.

Go ahead.

Mr. Berozski's saying that
everything that happened to

Mr. Dudek wasn't an accident.

He's such a gentleman.

He had no enemies, Mr. , uh--

I'm sorry.

-Columbo.

I'm afraid he did have at
least one enemy, ma'am.

Just bear with me
for one moment.

Uh, those medications that you
brought to Dr. Jalnik in the

hospital, did you give them
to the doctor directly?

-Yes.

-You personally handed
it to him?

The list of medicines that he
gave you so you'd know what to

bring him, did anyone
else see that list?

-No.

-Are you sure?

-Well, yes.

-Are you sure?

Didn't you talk with Mr. Clayton
at the hospital?

Didn't he tell you about meeting
Dudek in the French

restaurant, playing chess?

Wasn't it the time you
had that list?

-Eh, yes, he did see the list.

But he only glanced at it for
a second or two, he--

-How did he see it?

-Um.

-Show me how he saw it.

Make believe this is the list.

-The list was on my lap.

He said to hurry up and get
the me-- medications.

And then he took the list.

But he gave it right back.

-He actually picked
up the list?

He held it in his hand?

-Ye--

-He picked it up like
this, and held it?

-Yeah, just like you did.

Oh, he gave it right back.

-Thank you very much.

[machine whirring]

[clanging]

-Hey, Frank!

Give me a hand up
here, will you?

-Garbage.

Garbage.

-Hey, why are you up here?

Get out of here!

Beat it!

-Hey, I'm sorry.

He's mine.

He enjoys garbage.

I don't know why.

-What's his name?

-I don't know.

He didn't like any of
the ones I gave

him, so call him anything.

-Hey!

Hey!

-Hey!

Hey!

Hold him!

Hold him.

[dog whimpers]

-Oh, OK, fella.

OK, fella!

Right.

Oh, that was close, wasn't it?

Hm?

-Dog like that wouldn't get
hurt much in there.

-Wouldn't get hurt?

What's the matter with you?

Mashed up in that thing.

-Uh, fella, take it easy.

Want to show you something.

Watch.

[motor turns off]

-The safety device.

Anything hits her when she's
grinding up, off she goes.

-It turns itself off?

-Sure.

Just load it up, hit
the switch here.

[motor whirring and grinding]

[motor whirring and grinding]

[motor whirring and grinding]

[motor whirring and grinding]

-Again, Lieutenant?

This is the final gathering.

What better way to pay tribute
to that great Tomlin Dudek?

These ladies and gentlemen are
here by special invitation.

Among them are some of the--

What is it, Lieutenant?

-I didn't realize that you were
in the middle of this.

I'll wait till later.

I don't want to disturb you.

-Mm-hm.

You do that.

And it's mate.

Now, what we're you saying,
Lieutenant?

-Oh, I don't want to disturb--

throw your concentration, sir.

-Not a chance.

-Well, why don't you make
your next move?

-Oh, please, go on.

-Well, the game that I'm really
concerned about is the

game that you had with Dudek
in the French restaurant.

You see, everything
is motive, sir.

If you had lost that
game to Dudek--

-I told you, Lieutenant.

I didn't lose.

I also told you that Linda
Robinson would confirm that.

Rook takes pawn.

-But, you see, sir, that's
only what you said.

And, technically,
that's hearsay.

She wasn't actually there.

-Lieutenant, I have 10
games going at once.

Loathe as you are to rely on
hearsay, I suggest you judge

for yourself my humble
abilities.

Ah, I see you put yourself in
the same pickle as Alekhine in

one of his matches against,
uh, Nimzowitsch in 1914.

-There's that memory again.

That's really amazing.

I really mean that.

-Rook to king, bishop.

[chuckles]

Mistake, my friend.

You fell into the trap.

There.

Now, I want you to
think about that.

And if you'd like to have some
supper this evening, I suggest

that you resign.

-Well, you certainly are
proving it, sir.

There's no question about it.

-Well, thank you, Lieutenant.

Capablanca used to play 30
opponents simultaneously.

In 1922, Frank Marshall played
155 games simultaneously and

lost only 8.

One week later, he replayed
every single move

of 153 games perfectly.

-Ah.

What I meant, sir, is that
you're proving your ability to

memorize Dr. Jalnik's medication
list with only a

glance or two.

That's an amazing thing
to be able to do.

-No, no.

Another two moves, and you--

oh, I see.

All right.

Let's try that.

There.

Now, you work on that.

What are you talking
about, Lieutenant?

What glance or two?

Are you trying to imply
that I copied

Jalnik's medication list?

That's not only reaching,
it's defamatory.

Check!

-No, sir.

I said "memorized." I didn't
say "copied." You

brought that up.

But, uh, come to think of it,
you know, maybe that's what

you were doing.

Remember when I saw you
in the hospital?

You were sitting there,
and you were writing.

Maybe you were copying.

-You're absurd!

-Excuse me, Mr. Clayton,
sir, could you?

-Certainly.

-About your pen, sir?

-Thank you, Mr. Clayton.

Thank you.

-Sir?

About your pen-- do you remember
when you left it at

the hospital on the seat,
I came running after

you to return it?

-Check!

-Well, I took the liberty--

-Ah, new game.

-Yes, sir.

-I took the liberty, before I
ran after you with the pen, to

scribble with it
on some paper.

-Well, that's very clever
of you, Lieutenant.

-The boy down there at the
lab, he tells me it's

definitely the same ink and
possibly the very same pen

that Mr. Dudek used to write
his farewell note with.

-Innuendo.

Insinuation.

Circumstantial trivia.

-That could be true, sir, but
if you put it all together,

maybe the grand jury will
feel differently.

-Do you really think that the
finest chess player in the

world would make even half
the mistakes that

you ascribe to me?

-Mr. Clayton, sir?

I'm afraid that's check
and mate, sir.

-What?

-Just a foolish blunder.

It could happen to anybody.

-All right, now,
prove it to me.

Prove it.

Prove something, ha?

Prove it!

What the devil is this place?

-Uh, this is the
basement, sir.

And this equipment here is
the latest thing in clean

environment.

Takes bottles, cans, all
kinds of garbage, and

crushes them up.

Now, Mr. Clayton, right there
at the top of the stairs--

[MACHINE WHIRRING
AND GRINDING]

---that's where Dudek fell, hit
the chute, slid down, came

to this machinery.

Now, if you were
the murderer--

-[SHOUTING] "If!" Will you give
me proof, Lieutenant!

-I didn't say you were
the murderer.

I said if you were
the murderer.

-I--

-Wait, listen!

It could have passed for
a terrific accident.

-[SHOUTING] Where is your
proof, Lieutenant?

-It could have been
a perfect murder.

-[SHOUTING] Will you
give me the proof?

-Can you read my lips, now?

Mr. Clayton!

[SHOUTING] I wanted to tell you
that this machine turns

itself off automatically.

That's why Dudek
wasn't killed.

When he fell, machine
just shut off!

-[SHOUTING] Will you stop this
rambling conjecture and get

out of my way!

[machine turns off]

-[SHOUTING] Why are you
detaining me, Lieutenant?

-[SHOUTING] It would be easier
if I did not have to shout,

but the damn machine--

-[SHOUTING] Well, turn
that damn thing off!

-I'll tell you what
bothered me.

What bothered me was if someone
pushes a man into a

grinding machine in order to
kill him, and the machine

suddenly stops, why doesn't
he turn the

machine back on again?

The switch is right
over there.

Then I remembered that you told
me that your hearing aid

went out the night before
and you only got it

fixed the next morning.

Now I understand.

You didn't turn it back on again
because you never knew

it was off.

You didn't hear it go off then
just like you didn't hear it

go off now.

I'm sorry, Mr. Clayton, but
along with all the other

trivial evidence that we've
talked about, the murderer in

this case just had
to be a deaf man.

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