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-I came here, I think,
to make an arrest.

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
I'll kill him!

-You didn't even have
the motive.

-I stand to inherit half
of his estate.

-There's something about your
uncle's death that's very

disturbing.

-What am I, some kind
of suspect?

-Or you could have
had him killed.

-Does that put me
on your list?

-Do you think that your
brother is guilty?

-Norman could have shoved Lisa
right off the balcony.

-We were supposed to come down
two years ago, but my wife

switched sides and voted with my
in-laws, and we ended up in

Animal Land.

-You're a bum.

-Would you mind too much coming

with me to the bathroom?

[whirring]

[fast whirring]

[faster whirring]

[buzz]

-Yah!

[buzz]

-Good hit.

[buzz]

-Good touch.

-Ah, finally.

-Showing your years, Mike,
showing your years.

-Not so, you've just refused
to show yours.

-[laugh]

-Ah!

[buzz]

-Touche.

-Take care of the body,
Mike, and the body

takes care of you.

-Oh yes, I know,
I know, I know.

-Protein, Mike, protein.

Better than those doubles
you had before lunch.

En garde!

-Touche!

[buzz]

-Good hit.

Good hit.

-Clifford, you're old.

-Ah, Mike, too much
for me today.

-Hi there, bridegroom,
bridegroom.

-Oh, Dexter, how are you.

-How about that old guy.

Is he wild?

Is he wild?

-Hello Dexter.

-Glad you stopped by, Dexter.

-Are you kidding?

I wouldn't miss shaking hands
with an old goat like you who

is good enough to snare a
beautiful chick like--

what's her name?

Hey, where's the honeymoon
going to be?

-Dexter, your uncle is getting
married tomorrow.

It's not the same as going out
for a night on the town.

-Oh relax, Michael.

Don't argue semantics.

My nephew stopped by
to wish me well.

I rather hoped you might bring
your brother Norman with you.

-Well, if Norman were to come,
which I hope he does, by the

way, it certainly would
not be with me.

-Still, you're two grown men,
Dexter, for heaven's sakes.

-Mr. Hatheway, you're
a very nice man.

And you happen to be an
excellent attorney.

But the day you can make a
merger between me and my bean

bag brother, that is the day
they'll appoint you to the

Supreme Court.

Uncle, good luck to
you, you old roue.

-Thank you, Dexter.

-Hey, when you come back from
your honeymoon, I want a nice

home cooked blowout.

-Oh, don't let Mrs. Peck
hear you say that.

-Hey wow, I've got stuff
in the oven.

I'm baking some stuff for
her to take over to

her sister's house.

Don't let him wear you
out, Mr. Hatheway.

-He already has, Dexter,
he already has.

-Take care, uncle.

-Glad you stopped by, boy.

Take care.

Well, Michael, let's
get at it.

-I know what I'd like to get
at-- a nice cold martini.

-Yes, I know, Michael.

En garde!

-[singing to self]

Ah, look at them,
look at them--

beautiful.

Les tartes [french]

a la Dexter Paris, exactly as
prepared on my little Thursday

cooking show for all my
hypoglycemic housewives.

-You know what your uncle
would say if he

could see that display.

He'd give you a big nutritional
zero and throw

them in the garbage can,
right along with

that TV show of yours.

-No, he wouldn't.

You know why, you
gorgeous thing?

Because in about an hour, you're
going to sneak down to

your car and take them to
your sister's house.

And you and she will pull down
the shades, lock the doors,

and devour each and every one of
those little things, right?

-Well, Betsy has
a sweet tooth.

-Oh, oh, oh, Betsy does, eh?

-Look at this mess.

Will you get out of here, and
I'll clean this up so the cook

won't quit?

-Come on, cheer up, will ya?

Don't you realize my uncle's
girlfriend is going to pick

him up tonight, whisk him away
to some teenage health resort

in marital bliss, and return
and take all these dismal

kitchen chores right
away from you?

-Well, I think it's
disgusting.

That's what I think.

She's young enough to be
his granddaughter.

That snip.

And if she thinks that she can
take better care of that man

than I've been taking
for 33 years--

-Come on, come on, you
feisty creature, you.

Don't you know no one can do
without you around here?

-Oh, you're soft-soaping me.

-I am not.

-Oh here, now I'll thank you
to dribble those crumbs on

somebody else's floor.

-I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, you old
phony grumpy.

Have a nice vacation, eh?

Mmm, great.

-Go.

-I'll call you as soon as
we get back, Michael.

-All right.

But I want to go over those
oil lease agreements.

-Oh, good.

Well, my very best to your
bride, Clifford.

-Thank you, Michael.

-I guess now we'll really
find out what kind of

shape you're in.

Goodbye, Mrs. Peck.

-Goodbye, Mr. Hatheway.

-I thought you were going to
your sister's, Mrs. Peck.

-Well, I thought I should
stay around in

case you needed something.

After all, I'm the only one who
knows where everything is.

Although I suppose your young
bride to be won't need--

-Now Mrs. Peck, you have been
the mistress of this house,

and you always shall be.

Lisa wouldn't have
it any other way.

So you lock up and go on.

DR. WERBLE [OFFSCREEN,
ON TV]: She claims

it's just a head cold.

I hope to heaven that's
all it is.

-What if it's not?

Dr. Werble, supposing
it's something I--

supposing it's something
serious?

DR. WERBLE [OFFSCREEN, ON
TV]: Supposing it is.

You're not just a fullback
anymore, playing for glory on

some football field.

You're also a doctor
now, Rocky.

And if you're not cold and
hard and tough enough to

justify the faith and confidence
of your patients,

you can hand me your
stethoscope, Rocky, right now.

-Hello again, uncle.

-Oh, Dexter, what a surprise.

-Not as surprised as I was when
I realized I'd forgotten

your wedding present.

Here it is, just an ordinary
electric mixer.

-Well, my goodness.

-A plain, everyday
kitchen utensil.

Blend, mix, whip.

But it's more than that, much
more than that, uncle.

-Well, I'm not very fond of
appliances, but thank you.

-You're welcome.

Uncle, you're going to get a
real charge out of this.

-Well, what?

Oh, please, don't go off.

Well, what in Heaven's name?

-Synephrine is dangerous.

I won't agree.

-Dr. Werble, you've had
30 years as a general

practitioner.

I'm new.

I'm green.

-You're purple.

ROCKY [OFFSCREEN, ON TV]:
Tell me, what can I do?

-What can any of us
ever do, Roger?

Oh, we can, I suppose, be
grateful for little Mary Ann's

coming to us with a head cold.

If she hadn't, we might never
have known she was a terminal

case until it was all over.

-Please wait, I'll just
be a minute or two.

Um--

[doorbell ringing]

-Mrs. Peck, how nice
to see you.

Is Mr. Paris waiting?

-I'll tell him you're here.

-Good.

Oh, nevermind.

I'll just scoot on up.

-Please, I do think you'd
better let me fetch him.

He may not be quite dressed.

-Why Mrs. Peck, you're
talking like we

were a couple of children.

[snap], [laughing].

Clifford?

Clifford?

I got a taxi waiting.

Clifford?

Are you decent?

[knocking]

-Well, ready or not?

Oh.

He's not upstairs at all.

I even checked his bathroom.

[humming]

-He could be in the new
gym, I suppose.

-I'l bet it's that electric
bicycle I got for him.

Oh, isn't he absolutely
adorable?

[laugh], I'll bet he's
down there right

now just rowing away.

Oh, there you are, you silly.

Now why aren't you--

Clifford?

Clifford?

What--

Clifford?

Clifford?

-Hey, Lieutenant.

How are you?

-Well, I'm--

[yawn]

-Believe me, I know
just how you feel.

-Dubrowski, I don't even
know how I feel.

-Give me your handkerchief,
Lieutenant?

You, you got a handkerchief?

Open the door, Dubrowski,
will you?

You got one?

[inaudible].

-Who is she?

-The victim's, uh, fiancee.

Supposed to be their
wedding night.

-Oh, isn't that awful.

-Yeah.

-What did he die of?

-Coronary.

-What are we doing here?

-Well, she called us hysterical,
said something

about everybody's after the old
fellow's money and that he

was too healthy to die
like that, so--

-Hmm.

What'd you say, old fella?

-Yeah.

-Boy, old fella has
a lovely fiance.

-Yes.

Old fella had a nice,
young fiance.

Old fella dropped dead
of a heart attack.

-You have my handkerchief?

-No, she got it.

-Hmm.

-Well, anyway, come on.

We gotta go through
the motions, eh?

-What did she do, she kept it?

-I don't know.

-His chest was about here.

-Mm-hmm.

-Left leg rotating.

-Mm-hmm.

-Both arms hanging down.

-Mm-hmm.

-That's about it.

-Mm-hmm.

-Then, when Mr. Hatheway came
up from the gym with him, he

went upstairs.

I, I thought he was going to
change to get ready for--

-Do you have any idea at
all what-- what time

that that would be?

-You, you must belong
in some pigsty.

Do you do that in
your own home?

Do you?

-I'm sorry, ma'am.

Forgive me, I'm awfully sorry.

I didn't realize that I was--

-Lieutenant, this is Mrs.
Peck, she's Mr. Paris's

housekeeper--

-Dropping ashes from a stinking
cigar on the--

-Let me clean that up for you.

-Stop that!

You're rubbing it in.

-Oh, forgive me, ma'am.

I didn't realize.

You know, sometimes
it's a habit.

Let me see if I can
clean that up.

-This house, you and your
stinking cigar--

-What I'll do is, I'll take
this tray, and I'll--

[crashing]

-Ahh!

You broke Mr. Paris's pitcher.

[cries]

Get him out of here!

Get him out!

COP [OFFSCREEN]: Mrs. Peck,
just come over here for a

minute, will you please?

MRS. PECK [OFFSCREEN]:
Get him out!

-And I just took off.

I waved goodbye to Mrs.
Peck and drove away.

I mean, he was as healthy as
a horse when I saw him.

He was in the gym.

He was fencing.

It's inconceivable.

I can't believe it.

Hello.

-Well, thank you very
much, Mr. Paris.

-Thank you.

-Mrs. Peck.

-May I come in?

I'm Lieutenant Columbo.

Who might you be?

-How do you do?

Dexter Paris, Mr.
Paris's nephew.

I hope it's OK I'm here.

Mrs. Peck phoned me,
and I came over.

-Oh listen, I'm glad you came.

I mean, well things like
this, they can be

awfully rough on everybody.

-Officer, I'm afraid I have to
apologize for my conduct.

I was very overbearing.

-Ma'am please, accept
my apologies.

What happened was this.

I came here with a cigar.

And I didn't realize it.

And--

anyway, I, uh, I dropped
some ashes on the

floor down in the gym.

And, uh, it was very clean
down there, very clean.

In fact, the whole house
is spotless.

Upstairs and down--

-You said upstairs.

-Uh, I--

well now, ma'am, I am
a police officer.

And I deemed it reasonable--

-That's one of Mr. Paris's
towels that you have.

-Yes, yes it is.

I'm going to be flat out
with you, ma'am.

I was upstairs looking around.

And I wanted to throw some water
on my face, you know,

just sort of clear my head,
you know, and--

I used Mr. Paris's bathroom
for a minute.

I was very careful.

-That's very brave of you
to admit, Lieutenant.

What were you planning to do,
dry your face on the way down

the stairs, was that
your plan?

-No, no, I used that very nice
hand towel up there.

I hope you don't mind.

But this towel was in the
hamper, and damp.

See, feel.

-Oh, I believe you.

-Uh, Mrs. Peck.

-I would like to tell
you something.

This house is always
immaculate.

At 4:00 PM today, every towel
in Mr. Paris's bathroom was

clean and dry and
in its place.

I checked personally.

I do not allow damp towels
to remain in the hamper.

-And that I believe, ma'am, I
certainly do believe that.

But this towel was in the
hamper, I swear, and damp.

Very damp.

And I was just wondering--

-Wait a minute.

What difference does it make
if it was in the hamper.

I don't understand
what you're--

-Excuse me.

Uh, Lieutenant, can I speak
to you for a minute?

-Now, what did want, Marty?

-Well now, what do I
tell the coroner?

-I think you'd better tell
them an autopsy.

-An autopsy?

-Shh, please.

I don't want to upset her
any more than she is.

Please.

She's a very emotional person.

-What do you mean, autopsy?

Now, did my uncle die on an
exercising machine of a heart

attack, or didn't he?

I mean, what's this
autopsy business?

-Well, that's what Lieutenant
Columbo has to

decide right now.

-Like hell, he does.

I am the next of kin.

My brother and I. I am not
signing any authorization for

an autopsy, and nor
will my brother.

I, I--

-It's still up to the
lieutenant here, you

understand?

-Why is it up to him?

-Homicide.

-Look, now I'm sure there's
nothing there, nothing at all.

I think autopsy, Murray.

It is really just routine,
Mr. Paris.

-You got it.

Goodnight, Mr. Paris.

-Look, uh, Murray, before you
go, I don't want to have to

trouble Mrs. Peck anymore.

What did she say about the
burglar alarm system?

-Oh, yeah.

-I noticed the switch on
the way down from the--

-Yeah, I asked her about that.

Burglar alarm was set for
about 7:30 PM, somewhere

around there.

That's the same routine
they followed

since it was installed.

That was about 14 years ago.

-OK.

Before you go, have somebody
check the burglar alarm system

and check out all the windows.

Let them keep an eye
out for footprints.

-OK.

-Thank you, Murray.

-Lieutenant, just what
is this about?

Why the sudden investigation?

-Look, Mr. Paris, it would be a
big help if you and I could

go to the gym.

Uh, that way you could, you
know, show me around without

Mrs. Peck getting upset again,
you know what I mean?

[STRAINING] Boy, your
uncle must have

been in terrific shape.

50 pounds.

-Lieutenant, would you mind
telling me why you think an

autopsy is necessary?

-Well, there are a couple of
things that bother me.

I wonder why he came down here
for a workout right when he

was supposed to leave
to get married.

Does that seem odd?

-No.

The man had an insatiable
appetite--

for life, for exercise,
what can I tell you?

-But he just got done fencing
with his attorney.

I mean, a whole bunch
of fencing.

Then right away down here
without stop for another

session with all this-- boy,
oh boy, that is robust.

-Indeed.

But the man was a health nut.

I mean, this very place was a
store room three months ago.

He had it converted for himself
and his bride to be.

-Yeah, I saw her.

She's extremely healthy, too.

-Oh, yes.

-That machine new?

-Reasonably so.

Why?

-Just curious.

Can we go up to your
uncle's bathroom?

-Lieutenant, would you
mind telling me

what's bothering you?

-Mr. Paris, frankly, sir,
there's something about your

uncle's death that's
very disturbing.

-You mean, something--
something

about the heart attack?

-That's what bothering
me, sir.

I'm not completely sure it was
a heart attack at all.

That's what the autopsy
is for.

-Well, if not a heart
attack, what?

-Well, I don't know.

-Why not a heart attack?

-Could we go up to your
uncle's bathroom?

I'll show you.

-Yeah.

-You see what I'm getting
at, Mr. Paris?

A damp towel in the hamper, and
a damp piece of soap in

the soap dish.

-Brilliant.

Brilliant.

I mean, you've deduced
my uncle took a bath.

Every civilized person
I know takes a bath

after strenuous exercise.

Now don't you?

-Always.

-Well, the doors and windows
are OK, Lieutenant.

I mean, there's no sign of
any kind of jimmy work.

But there was a footprint
outside Mrs. Peck's window.

-I didn't see or
hear anything.

I was watching TV.

-Mrs. Peck, are you absolutely
sure that you turned on the

burglar alarm system tonight?

I mean, are you sure that no
one came in the house until

you let Miss Chambers in?

Right, you are sure.

That's very good.

Thank you very much.

-Now, Lieutenant, that
footprint, whoever it was was

not wearing shoes.

And it looks like he
has flat feet.

OK?

-Lieutenant, I know you're
trying to drum up a homicide

case feverishly, but certainly
you can't believe that Mrs.

Peck could do anything
like that?

-No, no, no, no, I was never
considering Mrs. Peck.

-But she was the only
one in the house.

-Hmm, that's the way it looks.

Unless there's something
in that footprint.

-I thought flat feet were
peculiar to your business,

Lieutenant.

-You know that's not true?

In fact, I have never met
a cop with flat feet.

You take my feet.

I have terrific arches.

My doctor tells me I have
an exceptional arch.

He says 30 years in the
business, he's never seen an

arch like my arch.

-I believe you.

-No really, take off your
shoe, compare your

arch with my arch.

You'll see what I mean.

Really, take off your shoe.

Compare your arch
to this arch.

You see now, that's
not a cop's arch.

-Lieutenant?

-Let's compare arches.

-May I make it easy for you?

-Yes, sir.

-I'm sure you've surmised that
my brother and I stand to

inherit my uncle's estate, which
is about $3 million.

Right?

-Yes, sir, I gathered that.

-I also have flat feet.

-No kidding.

-[laugh]

You really are.

You really are.

He's really trying to
make this seem like

there's foul play.

It's in--

incredible.

-Well, you have to admit,
there's something peculiar.

Why would somebody do a lot of
fencing, come in here and take

a bath, and then, right away,
run down to the gym and do

another exercise session?

I don't understand that.

Do you understand that?

-Norman,

-Lieutenant this is my loving
brother Norman.

-Mrs. Peck informs me you're
considering an autopsy.

-Norman, Lieutenant Columbo
is a full-fledged sleuth.

Homicide.

he suspects foul play.

-From you?

At the risk of being officious,
Lieutenant, I think

an autopsy might be a very,
very good idea indeed.

-You know, Lieutenant, we are
very identical twins, Norman

and I. He, too, has flat feet.

[laugh]

-$530, $540, $550, $554,000.

-$554,000 cash.

Would you please sign
this, Mr. Paris?

-Certainly.

You all right, Lieutenant?

-Oh yes, sir, I'm fine.

It's just that I've never been
around so much money in my

whole life.

-You get used to it.

-You do?

-So, it wasn't ordinary heart
failure after all, hmm?

-Uh, no, sir.

No it wasn't, no.

They call it, uh, ventricular
fibro--

-Fibrillation.

-I know that word, and I
can never pronounce it.

Anyway, severe heart seizure.

That's what it is.

You know, a strong blow,
some kind of shock.

Things like that.

-George, you have some
paperwork to do?

-Oh, yes, sir.

Excuse me.

-Some kind of shock, you say.

Psychological or physical?

-Uh, well, it could be either
one in a man his age.

-Yes, but what about tension
or garden-variety

overexertion?

I mean, in a man his age--

-Uh, well, yes, yes.

-I gotta tell you, Mr. Parks,
I'd be a nervous wreck if I

had to work around
all this money.

I mean, the responsibility.

-What you mean is, you're
measuring my traits and

responses against those
of my brother.

Not so?

-Well, why would I do that?

-Why not?

Because you're sniffing
around for a suspect

to a possible homicide.

Again, not so?

-You are a very logical man.

Boy, are you logical.

-Yes, but let me tell
you what I am not.

I'm neither flighty, nor
a dilettante, neither

unreliable, nor a low-life
sponger who chases women and

dreams of inheriting other
people's wealth.

Now that, I trust, will end
any comparison between my

brother and myself and any
conjecture as to who the

logical suspect might be.

Good day.

-Uh, Mr. Paris, there's one
other thing I wanted to talk

to you about.

It's rather personal.

-Yes, I know.

Because my uncle died before
his marriage, I stand to

inherit half of his estate.

But as to that being any sort
of motive, let me point out

that I am wealthy, in my own
right, with neither wife nor

darling kiddies to
encumber me.

And if, in fact, I were
possessed of a criminal mind,

I would find it much, much
simpler to embezzle than to

kill my uncle for it--

which is more than I can
say for my brother.

Now if you'll excuse me, uh, I
have exactly 47 minutes to

catch a plane to
San Francisco.

Good day.

-Boy, that's wonderful.

How do you hold it so long?

Don't your ears ring, or
anything like that, all that

blood rushing to your head?

-That's what it's for.

Feeds the brain.

I consider it essential to feed
the brain twice a day.

I hope you don't mind waiting.

-No, not at all.

No, I enjoy watching.

-Well, why don't you come out
here, and I can hear you a

little better.

-Oh, fine.

Mind if I ask you a
few questions now?

-No.

-Ma'am, I know that you gave
us a full report on what

happened the night of Mr.
Paris's death, but I did have

a couple of short little
questions, very short.

I suppose you did know Mr.
Paris's two nephews.

-Oh, Dexter I knew.

The other one, I think,
is a banker.

They're not exactly
on speaking terms.

I was looking forward
to meeting--

well, after the honeymoon.

-Ma'am, I'm very sorry to have
to bring any of this up.

I know it must be a very
painful time for you.

-No, no, actually, it's
a challenging time.

It's a time when you want
to draw from that-- that

interspatial life force.

And well, I think Clifford
understood it better than I.

He also understood our bodies.

Oh, he loved our bodies.

I guess people snickered
at us a little.

You know, spring in the
lap of December.

But you know something, Mr.
Columbo, there's no age

barrier in feeling comfortable
with somebody.

-Oh, I'm sure there
isn't, ma'am.

I'm sure there isn't.

You exercise often, do you?

-Yeah, well, morning
and, uh, evening.

-Wonderful.

That's wonderful.

Uh, I wanted to ask you,
if you don't mind--

thank you--

did Mr. Paris get along pretty
well with his nephews?

Do you know about that?

Did he prefer one to the other,
something like that?

-Oh, I don't know.

Well, he, uh--

he wanted them to--

-What did he want them to do?

-I guess he just wanted them
to love and understand each

other, that's all.

Well, I don't know what kind
of answers I'm supposed to

give to this, this
investigation.

What am I, some kind
of suspect?

-Oh no.

Oh no, ma'am, not at all.

Don't worry even thinking
about that.

-You make me very
uncomfortable.

-Well, I didn't meant
to do that, ma'am.

I'm sorry.

You know, even if Mr. Paris's
death should turn out for

certain to be from something
other than natural causes, you

didn't even have a motive.

For instance, if you two were
married, then you'd stand to

inherit all his money,
for instance.

You see, that would
be a motive.

-If I demanded that you leave
this house right now, would

you have to?

-Well, I'm not sure, ma'am.

Is there something or some thing
that you're afraid that

I might ask you about?

-It's just that I request on
my rights that you please

leave this house.

-Certainly, ma'am.

Apparently, I said something
inadvertently, Miss Chambers.

I'm sorry I did that because I
think you're a very nice lady.

[applause]

-Now, my friends, upward and
onward to the simple but

incredibly delectable
Hollandaise--

an inexpensive magic which
transforms your lonely,

mundane vegetables into
a gourmet delight.

It's really so simple, folks,
that even your husband can

prepare it.

Now I would like, as I have in
the past, to ask somebody from

the audience to volunteer
and come up here.

Hands up.

Ladies, put your hands down.

[laugh], I would like a
gentleman to raise his hand.

Is there a gentleman in the
audience who would like to

volunteer and come up here
to help me demonstrate?

How about you, sir?

[laugh], how about you?

I see a gentleman in
the audience that--

let's follow me around here.

Keep the camera on me.

Here we are.

This gentleman over here.

How about you, sir?

Come.

-Oh, no.

[applause]

-I think he's shy.

We won't take no
for an answer.

Here we go.

Here we go, yes sir.

Come on, let's hear
it folks, come on!

[applause]

-Ladies and gentlemen, I have
a confession to make.

This happens to be
a friend of mine.

Not a very close friend, but one
who does in fact qualify,

uh, as someone's husband.

This happens to be Lieutenant
Columbo of the LAPD, who is

your everyday, average, typical

downtrodden American husband.

Don't you agree?

[applause]

-Now, Lieutenant, I would
like you to help me.

Now, this is a Dexter Paris
Number 91 multi-speed blender.

These are other ingredients you
find in most kitchens, I'm

sure even in yours.

We have four eggs.

Relax, Lieutenant.

Really, It's going
to be all right.

Four eggs.

We have some salt, some pepper,
some butter, and some

lemon juice.

Now let me take this
off, make you more

comfortable, all right?

Now let's take your coat
off, too, your jacket.

That's enough.

[laugh]

All right, now I have something
here to make you

much more comfortable and a
little neater, perhaps.

Lieutenant, do you want me
to help you tie that?

-Yes, please.

-Good, let me take it
around this way.

I think it's--

all right, Lieutenant.

He's a man with his own mind.

I'll tell you what we're
going to do.

Now I'd like you to separate the
yolks from the whites of

the eggs and put them
in the blender.

All right?

Now while you're doing that,
I'm going to take this half

cup of butter--

Lieutenant?

I'll take this half cup of
butter, and I will heat it in

this frying pan.

Now you think you can do that?

-I don't know.

I'll try.

-All right.

Then, uh, get cracking.

-Is that my camera?

Is that?

-[laugh], you're
on television.

[applause]

-All right, now.

-All right.

-I'll heat this up, meantime.

And you'd better get cracking,
lieutenant.

-I'll get cracking here.

-All right.

-Uh, no, just the yolks.

-What do you mean,
just the yolk?

This goes in here, doesn't it?

-No, no, wait, no, no.

You have to separate--

let me show you what I mean.

Here.

you separate the yolks
from the whites, you

see, by doing that.

And then you just put the yolks
in there like that.

-Oh, I got it.

All right.

There we are.

-That's very good.

That's very good.

[applause]

-That's amazing.

You must do a little cooking
at home, huh?

-Uh.

-Uh, what?

[laugh]

-You're doing very well,
though, I must say.

-Thank you.

-Uh, [laugh].

-Can't you say anything
else, Lieutenant?

[laugh]

-Uh, [laugh]

-I think that's great.

You amuse me, Lieutenant.

[laugh]

-Uh.

-[laugh]

-Oh, please forgive me.

That's very good for
a job well done.

[applause]

-No, put it in there.

Take the bows after.

All right.

-All right.

Oh, I broke this one.

-That's all right.

-It's all right.

It doesn't make any
difference.

Nobody saw it.

[laughter]

-That's fine.

-All right.

And one more.

-One more.

-And we separate those.

Oh, I'm getting sloppy
with this thing here.

-That's fine.

That's OK.

-There we are.

-Why don't you wipe
your hands off.

-Thank you very much.

-All right, now, now what about
a little lemon juice.

Put a little lemon
juice in there.

-All right.

-I'll put the butter in.

A little more.

A little bit more.

-A little bit more.

-Perfect, OK.

Butter.

Now, a little dash of salt.

-Salt.

Yeah, I'm getting
to enjoy this.

-I know.

A little pepper.

[laugh]

OK, that's great.

Now, why don't you turn
on the blender.

-Right here?

-Right there.

There we go.

Now, while that's blending,
I'll put this

in here like this.

And that's just about right.

Now, why don't we just
take this off.

Want to hold that?

Whoops.

I said turn that off.

[laugh]

Magic.

Whoa!

I am terribly sorry.

-That was your fault.

-I know it was.

[laughter]

-Mm.

Too much pepper, I think.

[laughter]

-It is.

[piano music]

-Oh, I'm terribly sorry,
lieutenant, but that's that

fateful music.

Yes, you gorgeous gaggle of gals
out there, it's time to

say goodbye for today.

And remember, [FRENCH ACCENT]
when the husband comes home

tonight, let him know what the
wonderful eating can do for

the marriage.

This is Dexter Paris
saying, bye-bye,

ladies, see you tomorrow.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

[applause]

-Well you know, I can't believe
this really happened.

I mean, appearing
on TV like this?

I was very nervous.

-Now, calm yourself.

-Could you notice?

-You were fine.

-No, my hand was shaking.

-No, you were really fine.

-When I broke the egg,
I was nervous.

-You were fine.

-No really, you know, Mr. Paris,
This was a very, very

big moment for me.

-You were an asset to the
show, believe me.

-I looked all right, then?

-You looked fine.

-I mean, photographically?

-You looked wonderful.

-I didn't say much.

I don't remember saying
anything.

-What's on your mind,
Lieutenant?

-I remember coming around
this corner.

And then, from there on in,
nothing, I couldn't remember.

You know my wife cooks
all your recipes.

And when I first met you, I
didn't mention that I really

knew who you were.

But when I went home,
I told her.

Well, she absolutely
fell down.

She's a big fan of yours.

I forgot to say hello.

I was so nervous, I forgot
to say hello.

Isn't that something--

-Lieutenant, what's
on your mind?

-She'll kill me.

-What's on your mind?

-You know what the problem is?

The problem is, whenever she
tries one of your recipes,

it's a disaster.

A total disaster.

And she follows your
instructions to the letter.

Believe me, disaster.

I don't know what it is.

But the souffle falls down,
or the cake hardens.

You name it, disaster.

You know what I told her?

I told her it was
the equipment.

-Lieutenant, I'm afraid I'm
going to be out of my teens by

the time this conversation
gets anywhere.

-Well, do you ever recommend any
equipment, like, say, for

instance, a mixer?

You know, one of those small
electrical mixers that you

hold in your hand?

-No, I'm not permitted
to endorse any

products, by brand names.

No, I'm sorry.

-Oh, I didn't know that.

I'm sorry.

Well, you know, I did want to
tell you, you know, they've

definitely established now that
your uncle passed away

from an electrical shock.

I thought you should
be aware of that.

-Oh, I don't understand.

I mean, uh--

you mean, from the
exercise machine?

-No, no, I sent an electrician
out there.

The machine works absolutely
perfectly.

-Well, that d-- doesn't
make any sense.

I mean, do you have any ideas?

-Yes sir, I do.

It seems reasonably
certain to me that

your uncle was murdered.

-Oh, come on, Columbo.

Come on, will you?

This melodramatic sleuthing
is driving me crazy.

Look, I don't--

I don't like being rude,
Lieutenant, but

I really must go.

-For instance, that
upstairs bathtub.

If somebody went in there and,
let's say, dropped an

electrical appliance in there,
in that bathtub, during a time

when it was occupied, I mean.

-Now look, you come in here with
the subtlety of a train

wreck, and you ask me what
electric mixers I use.

-You know, I didn't want to
bother you personally.

But I checked with
your secretary.

And she told me that you ordered
up two brand new

mixers only last week.

-[laugh]

My brother put you
up to it, right?

-No sir, no he didn't.

-One, two.

My brother's beautiful.

He's beautiful.

I'm sure he put it to
you, didn't he?

Oh, I can see him now.

Yes, my brother.

Dexter, unreliable.

Dilettante.

Waiting for uncle to die so he
can feed off his millions.

Yes, if you want a suspect, I
suggest you keep an eye on

him, Lieutenant.

Must go now.

Terribly sorry.

Toodle-ooh.

How was that, close?

-Close, that was terrific.

You're very talented,
no I mean that.

-Thank you.

-And you're right, that's pretty
much what he said.

-Let me ask you a question.

Did you hurl the same defamatory
remarks at him?

-He doesn't seem to have much
of a motive to kill your

uncle, uh, sir.

I mean, he's established.

He has money of his own.

-Let me tell you something,
Lieutenant.

My brother happens to be
a creature of habit.

Today is Wednesday, correct?

Did he happen to tell he was
going to fly to San Francisco

on a business trip?

-Yes.

That's amazing.

Yes, he did.

-Yeah, I thought so.

You doing anything for the
next couple of hours?

Come on.

-Where are we going?

-We're going to visit
my brother.

See his motive.

-How long has this
been going on?

-First time in Vegas, eh?

-Uh, we were supposed to come
down two years ago, but my

wife switched sides and
voted with my in-laws.

We ended up in Animal Land.

It was nothing like this.

-You see that second crap
table over there?

Over there.

You recognize anybody?

-Seven, the winner.

-Oh, he tells me he's going
to San Francisco.

-That's right.

-This is the San
Francisco trip?

-Right.

He comes here every Wednesday,
in rain or shine, in sickness

or in health--

mostly in sickness.

Hey, you like the last
impersonation I did of him?

You're going to love this one.

[laugh]

Come on.

-Where?

-Come on.

-Well, well, Mr. Paris.

I believe this is the first time
in three years I've seen

you without a necktie on.

What can I do for you today?

-Well, I'm not here to beg
another credit extension.

But this gentleman is willing to
advance me sufficient funds

to help me diminish my
indebtedness to this

establishment.

-Yes, one minute, Norman.

I'm willing to that ma'am.

I'd like to know how much
he owes first, exactly.

Do you have that on file?

-Yes, of course.

We have that one right here.

We have markers for Mr. Paris
totaling $37,500.

-That enough evidence?

That is what you said,
huh, Columbo?

Huh?

Come on.

CROUPIER [OFFSCREEN]:
Seven, a loser.

-Excuse me.

Excuse me.

CRAPS DEALER [OFFSCREEN]:
New shooter.

Don't forget your big six and
your big eight, folks.

Don't forget your field.

-That's me too.

CRAPS DEALER [OFFSCREEN]: Your
big six and your big eight,

and watch your field.

Here we go.

Craps, a loser.

Coming up, new shooter,
get your bets down.

Don't forget your big six and
your big eight, folks.

Don't forget your pass line.

Here we go.

Get your bets down, folks.

A new shooter.

Shooter coming out.

Here we go now.

Care to make a bet, sir?

Watch your hands.

Watch your hands, folks.

Eight the number, easy eight.

Seven, a loser.

Get your bets down, folks,
a shooter coming up.

-Beautiful, just beautiful.

Beautiful, just beautiful.

I didn't know how gorgeous this
stuff was, you know--

-If you please.

-Uh, yes, Lieutenant,
Mr. Paris was

a very shrewd collector.

-This stuff was worth
a fortune, eh?

-Well, that's what these
gentleman and I are trying to

determine, Lieutenant.

You see, I was Mr. Paris's
business manager as well as

his attorney.

So I'm responsible for
all these assets.

-Well listen, I don't want to
get in the way or anything, so

you just tell me.

I mean, I know that's a big
responsibility to have with

all this-- uh-- all these lovely
artifacts, things of

such beauty.

-Well, there's a lot
more to the estate

than just this house.

-Are you close to the
nephews at all?

-No, not really.

I think Dexter is useless.

Norman's rather pompous.

-Excuse me.

-She practically raised
both boys.

So she--

she has more love for the family
than the family does.

-I think she hates me.

I really feel that.

I bet she's very strong.

Yes, it is, it's a shame that
the two brothers don't get

along like that.

-Which one of them
do you suspect?

-I beg your pardon.

-[LAUGHING] Come now,
lieutenant.

-Well sir, the trouble there is,
it seems to me that they

both have pretty good motives.

I'm very big on motive.

-Mm-hmm.

Norman's Gambling
debts, you mean?

-You know about that?

-Hmm, he just made sure the
old man never found out.

He was awfully proud
of Norman.

But Norman wasn't there
that day, remember?

Dexter was.

He came while Clifford
and I were fencing.

And if-- don't touch that,
please, lieutenant, that's a

rather valuable little piece.

-Oh, sorry.

-Has your department visited
Lisa Chambers at all?

Must've been really
tough on her.

-Well, you know what's the
funny thing about that?

When I spoke to her, she
was very nervous.

Sort of defensive.

Would she have any reason that
you know of to maybe help or,

uh, maybe protect either one
of the two brothers?

-Protect them?

I don't I think she
even knows them.

Oh, met Dexter once or twice
perhaps, but uh, no, I

wouldn't think so, lieutenant.

-Well, thank you very much for
your courtesy, Mr. Hatheway.

Believe me, we're going to check
out every possibility.

-Including myself, I trust.

I wouldn't want to
feel slighted.

-Well, to be frank, sir, we
haven't slighted you.

A man dies without a will, well,
we know that whoever

manages an estate of this size
can do pretty well by it.

-I certainly hope to.

Does that put me on your list?

-Well, you know, we checked out
where you went after your

fencing match with Mr. Paris.

And you really couldn't have
killed anybody from that

attorney's banquet.

-Well, it's always
flattering to be

considered, however briefly.

-Right.

Of course, you could have
had him killed.

But I really don't
put you very high

on the list of suspects.

Nice talking to you, sir.

-Bum!

You're a bum!

Putting your stinking
cigar butt in this

silver antique dish?

Do you see this?

-I thought it was an ashtray.

I have one at home that looks
exactly like that.

Would you excuse me
for a moment?

Excuse me.

-[laugh]

-Mrs. Peck?

Mrs. Peck, I made a very poor
introduction of myself to you,

I know that.

I'm a stranger in your house
that you love, and I'm here to

do something that's
not very pleasant.

So I don't expect
you to like me.

But I have feelings
too, Mrs. Peck.

Now, I'm sorry about
being untidy.

That's something that
I can't control.

That's a fault of
mine that I--

I, I don't know, I just
can't correct it.

And I've tried many years.

I'm just very untidy.

That's my nature.

But I've never been--

I've never been rude
to you, Mrs. Peck.

And if you keep on treating me
like I'm an enemy just because

I'm here trying to find who
killed the man that you worked

for for 33 years, well then--
well then I think you're a

very unfair person.

-Lieutenant Columbo?

Lieutenant, I know
that you are a

very hardworking officer.

And I would like to offer you
a plate of Mr. Paris's

favorite health cookies
and a glass of milk.

-Well, thank you, I'm extremely

fond of health cookies.

And then what?

-Nothing.

Oh, the bell rang, and I
let Miss Chambers in.

She had a cab waiting.

-Maybe there's some little
thing, I mean really little, a

noise, maybe?

-Well, the TV there went
off for a minute.

-The TV went off?

-Well, it came back on again
in-- in a few seconds.

It's not worth mentioning,
except that the color hasn't

been the same since.

-Oh.

Well, you know, I'm an expert
on fine tuning.

What I mean is, you know, I know
what those repairmen get.

See, I got stunned a
couple of times.

And I went down to
the supermarket.

And I bought one of those
instructional manuals, and I

really studied it up.

So if you don't mind, may I take
a look at this, let me

see what I can do for you?

-Uh, no.

-Now, when the TV set
went off, did the

lights go off too?

-Well, I didn't have any lights
on in here at all.

Of course, I don't know about
the rest of the house.

But it was only 20 seconds.

I'm sure it wasn't--

-When was that, Mrs. Peck?

Do you remember exactly
when it was that

the set went flooey?

-Yes, I remember exactly
because I was

hammering on the TV.

And I saw the clock.

And it was 8:05, exactly.

-And Miss Chambers
got here 8:30.

Boy, this thing really is
out of whack, isn't it?

But I'm going to be able
to help you with it.

You see, all you have to do is
get the precise thing here--

Oh dear, wait a minute.

Oh, wait a minute.

Now, Mrs. Peck, I want
you to remain calm.

Oh now, remain calm,
Mrs. Peck.

Just remain calm.

This is just--

-Out.

--supposed to screw back
on very easily.

This is part of the knob.

You just tell the repair--

-Out!

-This'll go right back.

Yes ma'am.

I'm leaving

-Out!

-I'd be very happy
to pay for this.

Just--

-Out!

-Yes ma'am, I'm going.

Maybe the repair man--

-Out!

-Yes, I'll leave
it right here.

-Your uncle left a will, Norman,
leaving the bulk of

the estate not to you,
or your brother, but

to Miss Lisa Chambers.

Would you like to see
for yourself?

See, the girl really wasn't
that keen on marrying him.

Silly little thing, honestly,
didn't care

at all about money.

So in a burst of, uh, what,
romantic enthusiasm, and to

show her that he believed she'd
never marry him for his

money, he had me draw up this
will leaving everything to her

whether she married
him or not.

-Oh, I can't accept this.

-So if either one of you killed
him, it's all for

nothing because the money
goes to the girl--

unless, of course, well--

-Go on, please.

-Well, there are only three
copies of this will, you know.

One in my safe, and one which
was in your uncle's safe until

I removed it this morning, and
the copy held by the girl.

-And?

-And I might be able to persuade
the lovely but not

too brilliant young lady into
giving me her copy for

safekeeping.

Ergo, no copy of any will
being found, the estate

descends to you and
your brother.

-In return for?

-A simple contract calling for
the retention of my services

as business manager
and as attorney.

I see no reason not to make as
much money now from the estate

as I did before your
uncle died.

-Tell you what, counselor, you
can be my business manager and

my lawyer, if you can get
her copy of the will

away from that girl.

-That's fair enough.

Go pick up your other phone
and listen, if you'd like.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

-Uh, Miss Chambers, this
is Michael Hatheway.

-Oh, listen.

I've been trying to
get in touch with

your office all day.

-Oh really?

-Well, this police detective
came over here to ask me a lot

of questions, you know, about
Clifford and his nephews and

everything.

And I didn't know what
to tell him.

-That's funny, that's what
I was calling about.

Do you have a moment?

-I'm listening.

-I do have certain sources in
the police department who seem

to feel that you're regarded
as a prime suspect in Mr.

Paris's death.

-I know that.

That I know.

But I didn't do it,
Mr. Hatheway.

-Let me finish.

Please, Miss Chambers.

Now, I strongly suggest that
when they come to arrest you--

-Arrest me?

Oh really, oh--

-Oh yes.

Apparently they feel the
circumstantial evidence is

overwhelming, particularly since
it was unfortunately you

who found Mr. Paris's body.

-Mr. Hatheway, I
didn't do this.

You know I didn't do this.

-Of course you didn't.

I'm only telling you these
things because I feel that,

for Mr. Paris's sake, the least
I can do is help you get

out of this mess.

There's one very important thing
you should understand,

Miss Chambers.

If the police should ever find
that copy of the will Mr.

Paris made out naming you
as sole beneficiary--

-But I don't want the money.

I never wanted the money.

-I realize that.

But you must understand
that the police will

never believe you.

-I don't care about the money.

-Well, we don't have very much
time, Miss Chambers.

I think the wisest thing is to
pick up your copy of that will

myself for safekeeping, just in
case the police come at you

with a search warrant tonight.

-Yeah, OK, all right.

Thank you very much.

-I can be at your apartment
at 5 o'clock.

-Thank you.

-Good work, counselor.

[doorbell ringing]

-Miss Chambers?

Miss Chambers?

Hello?

Miss Chambers?

[siren]

[CAR DOORS OPENING
AND CLOSING]

-Oh!

-Sir, may I ask which apartment
you came from?

-I sent Hatheway in, eh?

Oh boy, has he got a galloping
imagination.

And you believe him?

-Oh, now I never
said that, sir.

But Mr. Hatheway does claim that
since you knew what time

he was due to visit Miss
Chambers, all you had to do

was get there ahead of
him, wait until you--

-Wrong.

-Saw his car arrive, when you
knew that he was in the

elevator,

-Wrong.

-Shove the lady over
the balcony,

-Wrong.

-Disappear down the back stairs
in all the commotion.

-Wrong.

-Well, he was very insistent,
Mr. Paris.

He woke up half the
police station.

He was very loud, very vocal.

You wouldn't believe the
noise that he made.

-What do you expect?

A confession?

-No.

No sir, no, I don't.

Oh, by the way, I have here a,
uh, copy of an agreement

signed by you--

[mumbling]

"retaining Mr. Michael Hatheway
as business manager

and attorney for all
the estate."

-That's right, Lieutenant.

I assumed that I would need
someone to handle my share of

my uncle's estate that I thought
I was inheriting.

And that's a straight, above
board business agreement.

I, uh--

-I see here, your brother
signed it.

-We thought we were inheriting
my uncle's estate.

-Oh.

I thought you never talked
to your brother.

-Lieutenant, I talked to my
brother today for the first

time in over two years on the
phone to discuss the signing

of that agreement.

When I hung up, I still hated
his pompous guts, and I'm sure

he felt the same way about me.

-I guess wounds between
two people never heal.

-Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

When I talked to my brother
Norman, I did tell him that

Hatheway and Lisa Chambers
were going

to meet at 5 o'clock.

-You did.

-Yeah.

Well, well, good old Norman.

My banker brother.

I'm sure he won't admit
that I told him.

-I would tend to agree
with that, sir, yes.

-Which means that Hatheway could
be telling the truth.

In other words, [laugh], good
old Norman could have shoved

Lisa right off the balcony,
which means that--

that, possibly, he committed
two murders, not one.

You realize the 6 o'clock news
could make him a bigger TV

celebrity than I am?

-Mr. Paris, do you think that
your brother is guilty?

-The truth?

Of course not.

No, I think it's quite obvious
what happened.

I think, uh, Hatheway and
the girl made a deal.

She killed my uncle.

Hatheway killed her.

She probably tried to cross him
for some reason or other.

And he shoved her
off the balcony.

Lieutenant?

-Oh, sorry.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Paris.

You've been very helpful.

Good night.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN, ON TV]:
Mr. Marshak, you've had

over 30 years as a practicing
lawyer in this town.

-I'm new, I'm green.

Tell me what can I do
for this client?

-What can any one of
us ever do, Tony?

Oh, we can be grateful,
I suppose--

-Oh, I know--

Lieutenant Columbo!

-Can't talk now.

-Lieutenant.

-Can't talk now.

-You have been allowed to
come into this house.

You have been given
permissions--

-Not now.

-To come all through here.

You have turned everything
into chaos.

Now, you have bungled
my television set.

Do you hear me?

-My television does not work.

-It'll be fine now.

New fuse, I promise
it'll be terrific.

I promise.

MALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN, ON TV]:
If we hadn't maneuvered

Irving's confession of
infidelities with Shirley's

uncle and aunt, we might
have sent still

another man to his death.

-Purple.

I'll kill him!

[doorbell ringing]

-I want to pay the repairman
for you.

I want to pay everything.

Right now, while the man is
still here, I'll pay it.

Mrs. Peck, in front of your
eyes, I'll do it.

And I won't touch anything.

I swear, on my mother's
eyes, not a thing.

Please, would you let me in?

-You get the Degas.

I get the Picassos.

-Norman, you couldn't tell a
Picasso from a Rorschach test.

-Can anyone?

I know well enough what
they're worth.

-Is that all that
matters to you?

Money, dollars and cents?

Is that all?

-Look, my fellow vulture.

If you're to be here, you're
going to be picking the bones.

-Excuse us, Lieutenant
Columbo is here.

-Thank you Mrs. Peck.

Yes, Lieutenant, what
is it this time?

-Well, I'm a little ahead of
the police car supposed to

meet me here, but--

-Uh, pardon me, lady, but how
do you want me to set the

color on that thing?

-Oh, it's OK, Mrs. Peck, uh,
take care of your TV set.

Go ahead.

-You were saying, Lieutenant.

-Well, to tell you the
truth, I came here, I

think, to make an arrest.

-You think?

-Well, it's a little
bit complicated.

Would you mind too much coming
with me to the bathroom?

-Columbo, you're marvelous.

You're absolutely bizarre.

-Mr. Paris, would you lift
me out of the tub?

-What do you mean, lift
you out of the tub?

-Yes, sir, if you could
please try.

I'll stay just like this.

-Well, I could try, yes.

-Thank you very much.

Just try, and I'll say
just like this.

-Let's see.

I can't get any leverage.

Wait--

[sigh]

I can't, it must
be the angle--

-That's right, sir.

That is perfectly right.

And you'll notice, sir, that
I'm perfectly dry.

I'm not even slippery.

I mean, I have my clothes on.

And you still could not lift
me out of the tub.

Uh, officer, no, I'll
do that in a moment.

-Do you intend to demonstrate
drowning yourself for us,

Lieutenant?

-Uh, no sir.

But I think I can demonstrate is
that your uncle could have

died from an electrical shock
without showing any marks, or

burns, or anything like that.

Now let's see.

Officer, could you turn off
that water, please?

You see, I'm not exactly sure.

I think everybody should stand
back for a moment.

I'm not overly expert on
electrical equipment.

-All right.

Now, suppose Mr. Paris was in
that bathtub there, and

somebody came walking
in, you see.

Officer, would you turn
on that light, please?

-Lieutenant, are you suggesting
that someone just

sauntered into the bathroom
carrying an electric mixer?

-Well, I'm just using
this mixer.

I mean, anything electrical is
what I'm trying to show.

Now here we go.

-Cannot supersede--

-Oh.

-Very quickly, now.

We should all go very
quickly, now.

Left, bear left.

This is a pretty old house,
here, as you know, and when

they have those old-time fuses,
the screw in kind,

right here--

-Lieutenant?

-Yes, sir, just bear with me
for a moment, would you?

All right, Lou.

67 seconds exactly.

-Fascinating, I didn't
know that.

-Oh yes, sir, yes Mr. Paris.

I think you did know that.

-Know what?

-Well, you see, sir, you
know what bothered me?

Right from the beginning, it
bothered me, how the murderer

got into the house after Mrs.
Peck switched on the burglar

alarm.

-Well, someone was here shortly
before the, uh,

incident, as I recall,
Lieutenant.

-Come off it, Norman.

I said I left the house.

And I left the house.

Mrs. Peck saw me.

-It would've been necessary
for someone to let the

murderer in, somebody already
in the house who could turn

off the burglar alarm.

-Well, that lets me
off, I guess, huh?

-I'm afraid not, Mr. Paris.

Instead of leaving the house,
you stayed around, and you

turned off the burglar alarm
at the right moment.

-Mrs. Peck, did you, or did you
not see me drive out of

here, wave goodbye,
honk my horn--

-No sir, she didn't see you.

She saw him.

I think you had on the
same clothes as your

brother, Mr. Paris.

I think it was you that drove
out and then came back later

when your brother let you in.

-Are you nuts?

-I resent defamation,
Lieutenant.

-You said you two never talked,

except about that agreement.

Well, I guess you had to say
that in order to keep the

guessing game going.

But you know, that's what
nailed you down.

I called the telephone
company.

They told me that you two have
talked maybe 20 times in the

last 10 days.

-You're saying they killed
their uncle?

These boys wouldn't
do such a thing.

-I'm sorry Mrs. Peck.

But I think this time they
needed each other so much that

they both did something
very bad.

See 67 seconds.

67.

It took us 67 seconds to get
down here replace that fuse.

But Mrs. Peck's television set
was only out for 15 seconds.

There had to be somebody else
waiting down here to

replace that fuse.

And somebody had to help lift
the body out of bathtub.

On man couldn't have done that
alone, and then dried him off

with that wet towel I found, and
then put him in sweatsuit,

let alone carry him
down the stairs.

-Stop it!

-It's all right, Mrs. Peck.

What's done is done.

What's obvious is obvious.

I'm just sorry that you
had to be here.

-Shut up!

-OK, gents.

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