All language subtitles for MSW s07e18 Where Have You Gone Billy Boy.eng

I took Woody in when he was
a dead-broke nobody.

And if he walks,
I'll sue his butt off.

I want my Billie Boy back.
Safe and unharmed!

Tonight, on "Murder, She Wrote"...

You think people are trash
and you can ruin their lives.

Whoever bashed in
that lady's head plays rough,

So stay out of my way on this one.

You walk away from this,
and I'm out of here.

- Just as I thought.
- You got something?

Conspiracy, perjury and murder.

- It's me.
- It's not you.

But of course it is.

Damian Sinclair, intelligent, witty,
compassionate.

All my best traits.

What I don't like is this picture
some hack illustrator's come up with.

I look like an aging gigolo.

There must be one or
two minor similarities.

Minor? Is that what you call them?

A reformed thief who works as an
investigator at an insurance company?

All right. I admit.
You may have inspired the count.

- But the resemblance stops right there.
- Well, too bad.

Because if you kept closer to the
original, this narration would not be...

a hodge-podge of far-fetched
relationships and plot twists.

- Really?
- Not that I didn't enjoy them.

I could tell you stories...
Did I ever tell you about Billy Boy?

No. But I think you will
and I'd like some more tea first.

Allow me. Billy Boy was
a fascinating character.

Two feet tall,
the disposition of a lemon,

and the manners of an iguana.

It all started last September.

In a popular night spot
called Kate Kennedy's Comedy Club.

Don't encourage him please.

- Billy, what did you study today?
- Miss Schumacher.

I didn't ask you the name of your
teacher, I asked you what you studied.

I heard the question, Elwood.

What did you learn?

You mean besides
her home phone number?

You don't understand. Share
with us what you learned today.

Sure, 216. That's the area code.
That'll be your half.

Honestly, I don't have the
slightest interest in Miss Schumacher.

Yeah. They sure like Woody
and Billy Boy, Miss Kelly.

Consider the difference
in your ages and your experience.

What she doesn't know, I'll teach her.

Honestly, I didn't come up
with this dumb routine.

You want to see his lips move?
As me what he had for dinner.

Billy, what did you have
for dinner tonight?

What do you know?
A straight man with curves.

Okay, sweetheart,
I'll tell you what we had.

Italian food.

Well, what kind of Italian food?

Linguini.

Mounds and mounds of Mama
Mia's macaroni and meatballs.

You want to try that again?

Mounds and mounds of Mama
Mia's macaroni and meatballs.

He did it!

How about that, huh? Terrific.

Woody Perkins and Billy Boy.

I told you he was something else.

Woody, yeah!

Having a good time?
That concludes the first show...

That was great!

- You killed them out there.
- Yeah, why are they still breathing?

Maybe I just wounded them a little.

- Funny.
- If this guy's so funny,

why am I stuck in this
rundown flea trap for short money?

Because you've got a contract,
that's why?

The bride of Dracula.

Don't look at me, honey.
All I got it termites.

Stop that, Woody!

Now I want to talk to you,
not your dummy. You understand?

Sure, Kate.

I've got many for the midnight show.
I need you to do another set.

He's already done eight
performances this weekend.

Can I help it
if San Francisco loves this guy?

Listen, Brunhilde. You never heard
of the emancipation proclamation?

- There's a limit to how much...
- I told you before,

stop letting your dummy
do your talking for you.

That goes for your other dummy, too.

Let me give her a splinter,
just one little splinter.

Forget it, Billy.

Hey, Woody.

We were terrific tonight, weren't we?

Hey Cutie Face. Watch the threads!

Who wants dinner?

Not tonight. Kate wants another set.

- You're kidding?
- Woody...

Thanks, Tom.

I guess they really liked us, huh?

Looks that way.

- How was I tonight?
- Wonderful.

I was thinking. I think it
would help if I went up on stage.

You know, as part of the routine.

Brenda, it's working fine just
the way it is.

I've got two lousy lines, like
I was some tourist from Kokomo!

Is that how it'll be
for the rest of my life?

No, honey. It's just that Billy
and I have been working...

I'm looking for Woody Perkins.

There he is.
Woody, hell of a show tonight.

I'm Vic DiMarco.

- Vic DiMarco?
- Yeah.

The... Vic DiMarco?

- I'm Tom Benzinger.
- Hey, Tom.

- I'm Woody's manager. This is Brenda.
- Nice to meet you.

I'm booked into Vegas
for the next two months.

Starting a week from Tuesday.

I came down here tonight hoping
to find a new opening act.

I think maybe it's you.

- Me?
- Yes.

I don't know.

He doesn't know what to say, but
whatever you want, we'll work it out.

My manager's in the hall.
Let's talk it out over a drink.

Absolutely.

Tom, you know...

We talked about putting together
new material, working the kinks out.

I'm not really sure,

If it were up to him, he'd still
be working kids' birthday parties.

Relax, Woody, we'll take care of it.

Come on, let's go.

Are you out of your mind?

Vegas? And you want to screw it up?

No, I just don't feel...

No, you talk to me. Not the dummy.

You.

I just don't think we're ready.
Billy and I.

- And me.
- And you.

Sure, Brenda. You too.

Listen, Woody.

You walk away from this,
and I'm out of here. Understand?

I love you, baby.

And I want to be with you.

But when the chance
comes you've got to take it.

Not just for yourself,
but for the both of us.

Woody...

I want you to do this, Woody.

Please.

Sure, Brenda.

If you want to go to Las Vegas,
we'll go.

Do you have a hearing problem?
I said no!

8 weeks in Vegas. You realize
what this could do for Woody?

You pal has a job here with me
for the next seven months.

- Check your contract.
- This is meant to be a stepping stone...

I took Woody
in when he was a dead-broke nobody.

I gave him a chance. He owes me.

If he walks, I'll sue his butt off.

You just try it.

Don't you think you're
a little rough on the kids?

It's business, Joe. Woody and
the dummy bring in the audiences.

I can milk that act for seven months,
and that's what I intend to do.

- I hear you. But the money...
- Please, leave business to me!

I know you’re smarter than me,
but I'm still your partner.

A junior partner.

Any time you want to sell you end,
that's just fine with me.

You didn't sound like that when you
needed the bread to open the place.

The best investment you ever made.

Something's happening
to you and I don't know what.

Something.

And it's really kind of sad.

I think you're over-reacting.

Twin midgets? You spent
$3,000 to hire twin midgets?

And weren't we lucky to find them!

We wouldn't have found the Turkish
Consul's missing wife and jewelry.

The cost of doing business.

With anyone else,
the cost of doing business...

is 25 cents a mile, bridge tolls,
telephone charges!

I thought you were looking
for results.

- You're out to get me?
- Nonsense...

I don't know what I'd without your
cheery presence to brighten my days.

Here me good on this, Stanton,

If another one of these
vouchers comes across my desk,

you are on the street without a job,
you know what that means?

It would be a violation
of your probation...

they might put you behind bars,
which is where you belong!

And here I thought we would get
on so well.

You may have fooled them upstairs,
but not me.

No me.

I have a case for you.

Excellent. I've been bored silly
for the past two weeks.

Don't get your hopes up.

This is not a molehill you can make
a mountain out of.

This has nothing to do
with fancy jewelry or missing heirs.

This has to do with the other end of
the social spectrum: show-business.

I have a special passion
for the theatre.

What seems to be the problem?

The insured has reported a missing
dummy, right away I thought of you.

Excuse me.

- The place is closed till 6 o'clock.
- I'm looking for Elwood Perkins.

Elwood?
Insurance, huh?

You get out of here
before I have you thrown out!

Listen, Kate.

- You're not God, you know?
- Around here I'm the next best thing.

For two years I kept this place going.

- I was your head-liner.
- That's ancient history.

- You owe me!
- I owe you nothing!

Look at you. You've got the shakes
so bad you can hardly stand up.

- What's going on?
- She's looking for her old job back.

Show her the door, Joe.

Show her the door!

- Come on.
- Let me go, Joe!

You think people are trash.
You think you can ruin their lives!

Not me, Kate!

I'm coming back!
You'll see.

You shouldn't talk to her that way.

- She's a lush.
- No, she's straightened herself out.

I have no time
for your ex-girlfriends.

Sleep with her if you want, but
my business is running this club.

- Who are you?
- Miss Kelly, I presume.

My name is Dennis Stanton.
I'm looking for Elwood Perkins.

- What for?
- He's a client.

- A lawyer, I see.
- No,

Listen, I told Woody, I'll tell you.

That contract is tighter than
a five and dime girdle,

- you're wasting your time.
- Time out!

- He's from the insurance company.
- Yes.

I see. That's different.

You'll find him in his dressing-room,
down there to the left.

Thanks.

Pardon me, Mr. Perkins?

- Yes?
- Dennis Stanton, Consolidated Ltd.

You reported the theft of a dummy.

Billy Boy wasn't stolen,
he was kidnapped.

So he's being held for ransom?

I don't know.
I haven't been contacted yet.

Well...

If there's any chance he may return,
the company will cooperate in any way.

Short of that, your policy calls for
$10,000 casualty reimbursement.

You can't just pay me for Billy Boy.

I want him back.

Realistically speaking,
that may not be possible.

Tom has someone working on
a new model. But I just won't do it.

I will not work with an impostor.

I don't want your money. I want
Billy Boy back safe and unharmed!

That's what I want from you!

You were saying...?

It was the following morning. I
had an appointment with Vic DiMarco...

Brenda wanted to go with me,
but Woody begged off.

He wanted to rehearse a routine
with Billy Boy so I dropped him here.

- What time was that?
- Around 9:30.

We just arrive at DiMarco's hotel
room when we got this frantic call.

Someone had broken into the
dressing room and stolen Billy Boy.

The door seems
to be forced by something.

Is that when you notified the police?

He called them as soon
as he hung up from me.

They sent some people over, made
a quick search but that was it.

But we went over this place
thoroughly and there was nothing.

Mr. Perkins is taking it very badly,
almost as if...

he'd lost a child.

He has.

I've known Woody since high school.

I've been his friend, his manager,
his spiritual advisor.

But compared to Billy Boy,
I'm a stranger.

He tells me you've commissioned
someone to build a new dummy?

Yes, the new Billy Boy is ready
on Friday, just in time for Vegas.

Which is why we really
need that check, Mr. Stanton.

But Mr. Perkins doesn't want
the check. He wants the original.

Yes, I know. I don't know
who stole Billy Boy, or why...

the worst scenario is he's at the
bottom of the bay. It's been 3 days.

If he was taken for ransom,
we would've heard something by now.

Yes, you're probably right.

Thank you, Mr. Benzinger.
You've been very helpful.

I'll look around a bit more
and if everything is satisfactory,

- you'll have your check in a few days.
- Thanks, I appreciate it.

Okay, that's great.

Sure, no problem.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Krueger.

Woody, isn't it terrific?

Mr. Krueger says we can
pick Billy Boy up on Friday.

It isn't Billy Boy.

He says you won't be able
to tell the difference.

What does he know?

All he's making is a dummy.

Look, I know how you feel.

Really, I do.

It's like losing a pet.
A dog or something.

A new one to love doesn't
mean you don't love the old one.

You'll see.

After we get to Vegas
and we've done the show a few times...

it'll just be like always.

I promise you that, baby.

Brenda, I'm scared.

Kate's club
has been like home to me.

It's the first place they
really liked Billy and me.

When I'm up on that stage,
I feel safe.

But in Vegas, everything is so big.

I don't know, it scares me.

Vegas will be great!

People are the same everywhere.
They'll love you there.

I'll be there with you.
You want that, don't you?

You want me there with you, don't you?

Huh?

Sure.

Then listen to me, and to Tom.

There'll be nothing to be afraid of.

Not Kate, not Vegas, not anything.

- Rhoda, what are you doing here?
- Me, it's almost 7:30.

I thought you had a date
with what's-her-name...

the red-head with the nose job.

Angela Deveraux,
that all came to an abrupt end.

- She ditched you, huh?
- I'm afraid so.

For the past several weeks,
her conversation's been peppered...

with references to matrimony.

I'm too set on my ways to share
my toothpaste with anyone, so...

I told her to find someone else.
What about you?

Those files can wait until tomorrow,
what's happened to Myron?

He had a fight.

His mother thinks I'm some kind
of genetic inferior.

She wants him
to marry a lady doctor or dentist.

I'm not good breeding stock
for her grandchildren.

- She told you that?
- She told Myron!

Not in so many words,
but I got the hint.

So I told him what I thought
of him and his mother...

And that's why I'm here.

I don't want to be home,
when he comes looking for me.

I want him to think I have
a life that doesn't include him.

Which, of course, I don't.
Not right now.

There, there.

No tears.

I think you need a good dinner.

I hate eating alone.
People stare at you.

Who said anything about eating alone.
I wouldn't hear of it.

I've still got my reservation
at Gamberelli's.

If you wouldn't mind sharing
a fettuccini alfredo.

You're kidding.

I realize I may be taken
for your father, or your uncle...

Youngish uncle.

You're just feeling sorry for me.

I'm the one that's being stood up.

I really would be very flattered.

- Sure.
- Right.

That could be Myron.

I'll tell him you're sharing pizza
with a line-backer from the 49ers.

- Dennis Stanton, how can I help you?
- Hey, Denny, how are you?

- You know who this is?
- No, I'm afraid not.

It's me, Billy Boy.
Elwood says you're looking for me.

Billy?
Yes, he's very worried about you.

He should be. Without me,
he's about as sharp as jelly.

- Where are you?
- At the club.

In the basement,
in one of the wardrobe drawers.

So, do me a favor.
Get me out of here!

What is it?

Dinner's off, I'm afraid.

Yeah, sure. That's okay.

- You and I have a claim to see to.
- Me?

As Mr. Butler hasn't enrolled you
for the company program, it's time...

you get some on-the-job training.
Get your purse.

What makes you think the dummy's
in the basement?

Let's call it a wild hunch.

What's going on?
This door's never locked.

- Do you have a key?
- Me, no.

Kate's got the only one.
She's not here yet.

Which is also weird.
I wonder where she is.

- Well, I guess you're out of luck.
- Not necessarily.

Excuse me, do you mind?

- Kate's not going to like that.
- I'll take responsibility.

Now we have to find some wardrobe.

It's over in the corner there.

I'm telling they went over
the whole place from top to bottom.

Yes, I'm sure they did.

Well, well.

What have we here?

I thought somebody searched the place.

Probably Woody Perkins himself.

Dennis!

Thank you, doctor.

Let me get this straight.

You knew you’d find
a missing dummy here on a hunch?

No, it was a telephone tip.

- From who?
- The voice was unfamiliar. Strange.

- Disguised.
- You might say that.

Get that stretcher down here.

Let's go. Stay with us.

Stanton, you're the last guy
I expected to see in a dive like this.

- What's the scam?
- There is no scam.

Don't make me laugh.
Are you slumming?

What are we talking about here?
Jewels, paintings?

Believe me.
My only involvement is Billy Boy.

What's his last name, Rockefeller?

You ain't on Knob Hill now, sport.

Whoever bashed in her head
plays rough. So stay out of my way.

If you get hurt,
I have to write you up.

I found it in the Rolodex in her desk.

Keep an eye on the lieutenant.
Anything happens, you know where I am.

Strictly speaking,
we got the doll back, right?

The rest of this is none
of our business.

An hour ago, I got a call
from a frightened unhappy man.

And it sounded very much like
a cry for help.

- You can't just walk out on him.
- Watch me.

- This will kill him.
- He's a loser.

I've got better things
to do the rest of my life.

Sorry to intrude,
I'm looking for Woody.

- He's not here.
- That's unfortunate.

Have you any idea where he is?

No, but this is not a good time.

You must be Miss McCoy. Dennis
Stanton, delighted to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
Sorry I can't stay for a chat.

- Are you going somewhere?
- Yep, anywhere.

We just found out the Vic DiMarco
has signed a new act for Vegas.

He told Woody this afternoon,
but Woody forgot to tell us.

Bye, Tom. If you need to get
in touch with me, don't bother.

Miss McCoy.
I don't think you should leave.

- The police may want to chat with you.
- The police? What for?

We found Kate Kelly's body
in the club basement.

Someone had caved her head in
with a hammer.

Kate's dead? And you think
Woody had something to do with it?

At the moment,
I don't know what to think.

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

For you.

Yes?

Yes.

Yes, I see.

All right, you go home.

I'll deal with Lieutenant Catalano.

The police have picked up Woody.

They're holding him for murder.

I got the guy sneaking out
the back door...

a couple hours before
you discovered the body.

And I want to talk to you about that
toolkit you have in your umbrella.

When you say "got the guy",
what do you mean, exactly?

An eyewitness who saw him
leave dripping with blood?

Eye witness? You bet.

I don't recall asking you in,
so goodnight, Mr. Stanton.

Come on, Perry. I am officially
involved in this case.

No, you're involved with a missing
dummy. Murder's out of your league.

If you're thinking of claiming
Billy Boy, you better think again.

Because he's evidence.

- Of what?
- Motive.

This case is dead-bang.

The lady steals the dummy
to keep him from going to Vegas.

He catches her doing it.

And then slugs her
with a ball-peen hammer.

And leaves without
taking Billy Boy with him?

Shame on you!

You want me to spell it out for you?

There's a lady named Sally Templeton,

- Used to perform at the club.
- Yes, I believe I ran into her.

She's out back when Woody comes out
the back door, runs and disappears.

I've got means,
motive and opportunity.

- They don't come any neater.
- What does Woody say?

Nothing,
he doesn't even want a lawyer.

Public Defender was with him
for 30 minutes and he wouldn't talk.

Would you let me have a try?

Why do you think he'd talk to you?

He might.

With a little help from a friend.

Good evening, Woody.

I know it's late, but...

I brought a friend
to keep you company.

There...

How did you get into this mess?

They have a witness
that saw you running away...

before the body was found.

You got to be kidding!
This guy kill somebody?

He goes into trauma if he
accidentally steps on a cockroach.

I see.
A believer in the sanctity of life.

No, just chicken.

Tell me, Billy. How did you end up
in that wardrobe trunk?

How else? Elwood stuck me there.

- Really?
- This guy's a real loser.

The Vegas gig? He was getting goose
bumps on his toenails.

So he figures...

Suppose I make him think
somebody stole Billy Boy?

I mean, he's the funny one.
You sure got that right.

Without me, the Italian
troubadour has to find a new act.

So what does he do?

He takes me into the basement,
hides me in a trunk.

The next day tells
everybody I've been kidnapped.

Naturally,
the cops show up to look around.

For maybe five minutes. Because on
a list of their top 10 priorities...

I come in around 59th.

And then when the others start
to search more thoroughly,

- Woody offered to cover the basement.
- You got the picture.

But things changed, didn't they?

Woody got a call from Vic DiMarco
canceling the Vegas engagement.

Right on, Denny.

No need to keep me stashed away,
so he came back tonight to get me.

But guess what?
The basement door was locked.

So what does Mr. Macho do?

He runs like hell and calls you
to come and get me...

because he knows
he can't do it himself.

When you entered the alley,
did you see Sally Templeton?

He didn't see nobody,
he was just moving.

That's it?
You want me to take that to the D.A.?

The guy can't even talk for himself.

He did talk, in his own way.

He'll look great on the stand.
Playing straight man to a dummy.

Will the dummy sit on his lap
in the gas chamber, too?

- Who's got the key?
- What?

The key to the basement.

Joe Gelardi said
Kate Kelly had the only one.

Now it's in possession of the killer
as he locked the door on the way out.

Good night, Mr. Stanton.

When you picked Woody up
working up the nerve to come inside...

that you did not find the key?

Have a nice evening.

If you ever need any help,
I'll call you first.

The key?

- Good morning, Mr. Butler.
- Good morning, sir.

- Excuse me, Mr. Butler.
- Good morning, sir.

- Excuse me, Mr. Butler.
- Really?

"Dunderheaded king of the noodles."

Good morning, Mr. Stanton!

Nice of you to drop by today.

I'm not interrupting your reading,
am I?

I know this book so well, I
could almost recite it from memory.

That's nice.

What about Elwood Perkins?

No need to congratulate me.

The case practically solved itself.

Now that the item's been recovered,
your interest is over.

- Of course.
- Really?

Then tell me why you're having
security do background checks...

on Katherine Kelly,
Joseph P. Giraldi, Brenda McCoy...

and a Thomas Benzinger?

There are one or two loose ends.

Our insured is in jail facing
a charge of first degree murder.

- None of our business.
- Of course it is.

What is our motto?

"A friend in need, to a friend
indeed...", something like that.

He insured a dummy.
The dummy has been recovered.

The case is closed.

What does it profit a company to gain
$10,000 and end up losing 50?

What?

I crossed checked Perkins
for an additional policy,

It seems he took out a $50,000
life insurance policy...

when he was 10.

If someone doesn't rescue him from
this grave miscarriage of justice...

an innocent man's trip to the gas
chamber could cost us very dearly.

- Wait.
- I have your blessing to continue.

I'm sure Mr. Keating
will be very pleased.

Dennis.

Excuse me. I have those
phone records that you wanted.

My phone record. Trust these
computers to bollocks things up.

I shall only be on this
for a day or two, I promise.

Thank you for all your
understanding and support.

Rhoda, to work.

Narrow of mind and small of spirit.

Now, what do we have?

All the calls from Kat's
office over the past couple weeks.

- I could identify most.
- And Miss Sally Templeton?

That's her number right there.
There were nine different calls.

Why would Kate Kelly be
calling Sally Templeton?

I thought she hated her.

Here we are, just as I thought.

You got something?

Conspiracy, perjury and murder,
take a look.

A call to Miss Templeton at 5:52
on the afternoon of the murder.

- It lasted for four minutes.
- Wait a minute.

Kate Kelly was already dead
in the basement by then.

But Joe Gilardi wasn't.

Miss Templeton lives in Daly City,
30 minutes from the club.

There's no way she could have been
in the alley at 5:30...

to observe Woody leaving if she was
taking a phone call from Joe Giraldi...

- at 5:45.
- That's right.

The question is,
what did they talk about?

And the answer is the framing
of Woody Perkins for murder.

In memory of Kate,
Gilardi made a touching gesture.

He closed down the club
for three days.

And hired Sally Templeton
as the head-liner.

Inside, he was auditioning new acts.

So I went away to school and got
a degree in engineering, so...

Thanks, Elmo.

I came back to the reservation
and said "Father"...

A lone cowboy's out there
on the lone prairie, one guy.

They called it the lone prairie, he
had a harmonica and walk into a bar...

- Hi, Mr. Benzinger.
- Hi, Elmo, I've got to talk to Joe.

- He's having auditions right now.
- It's real important.

- Sure. I'll tell him you're here.
- Thanks.

You don't like cowboy jokes?
I don't like them either. I hate them.

- How about Indian jokes?
- Mr. Benzinger is here.

My father was an Indian chief.

- What do you say, Tom?
- Pretty good.

They might be
letting Woody out tonight.

What do you mean? Bail?

No, cops aren't so sure he did it.

What do you men, the cops...?

Thanks a lot. That's terrific.

- But I haven't finished.
- You're finished. Thanks a lot.

What do you mean,
the cops aren't so sure he did it?

I saw him leaving here.

ALL I know is that insurance
guy came up with something.

Don't ask me what.
That's not the reason I'm here.

I need Woody's trunk.

- So, take it.
- No, it's in the basement.

You're out of luck.

Cops sealed it up. Are you sure
it's not in the dressing room?

Sure. Stanton says he saw it
down there yesterday.

Yesterday?

What's Stanton doing down
in the basement yesterday?

I don't know. But come on,
we really need this trunk.

If Woody gets out, we still have
a chance at that gig in Vegas.

I'm telling you, I can't help you.

If you want to go to the basement,
you've got to go to the cops.

- Come on, Joe!
- That's it. I got to go to work.

Elmo, please help him.

Come on, Mr. Benzinger.
We don't want any trouble.

Thanks, Joe. Thanks a lot.

What was that all about?

What did he mean,
Stanton came up with something.

And what was Stanton doing
in the basement yesterday?

Take a few of these guys.
I'll be back in about 10 minutes.

Don't send anybody backstage
for a while.

Leo Manheim?

Mr. Gelardi.

Good evening, Mr. Gelardi.

I knew your curiosity would get
the better of you.

Stanton, how did you get down here?

More to the point, how did you?

Probably with that key
tucked in your pocket.

Kate Kelly's key which you took
from her when you killed her.

You used it to lock the door and
wait for the body to be discovered.

You're crazy, you know that?

When you spotted Woody running away,
everything fell into place.

The perfect frame.

Why must everything
be reduced to violence?

You're a jerk, Stanton.

I'm not the one facing
a murder charge.

Funny, that's very funny.

Funnier than some of the bozos
we have up on stage.

Tell me. Was it pre-meditated?
Or did it just happen?

The truth?

Just kind of spur of the moment.

Kate was down here
rummaging through everything.

She stumbles on the dummy
in the wardrobe trunk.

And she starts
tearing me apart again,

like it was my fault.

Then she starts ranting and
raving about how she would fix it...

so Perkins never worked again.
Anywhere, ever.

She was going to do
to Woody what she did to Sally.

You know Sally?

I started thinking about Sally
and me, how it used to be...

before Kate had her
blackballed all over town.

The hammer was just over there.
Kate turned her back...

End of story.

A rather gruesome one at that.

Speaking of end of stories.

Not another body in the basement.
Even Catalano won't wear that.

No, not here.

We're going to walk up the stairs,
nice and slow and easy.

Then we'll take a ride out of town,
just the two of us.

- If you insist.
- I insist.

- I suppose I could use the night air.
- You'll get some.

- Just keep moving.
- This is where I say...

- "You won't get away with it."
- Go on.

Let's go out front. To the people.
Make a sporting proposition.

- Open that door.
- I wouldn't go out if I were you.

Wonderful. Open that door.

Please, Joe.
Let's not go through this door.

Look.
You either move, or you don't move.

- I'll move.
- Okay.

You drive.

- Police!
- Can't say I didn't warn you.

- I don't know how you do it.
- Dumb luck. Pure and simple.

Tom, did you get it all?

Every word.

Get him out of here.

Okay, okay.

Where's that cute little number
with my hot chocolate.

- Hey, Rhoda?
- Keep your pants on, shorty.

You do your thing, I'll do mine.

Billy, mind your manners.

Elwood, I like this babe.

Honey, how would you like
to get into the show-biz?

We've got a spot open in our act.

Has Brenda gone for good?

When she heard Woody was released,
she dropped by the apartment.

Yeah, Elwood told her to get lost,
didn't you?

Well, speak up.

Speak up! I'm supposed
to be the dummy in this routine.

I just realized what
a jerk I'd been about Brenda.

ALL I can say is thanks.

Delighted to be of help.

We've got a plane to catch, come on.

- Thanks again, Mr. Stanton.
- Good luck in Vegas.

Hey, Rhoda, sure you don't want
to come to Vegas with us?

Get out of here before I turn
you into a stack of wooden nickels.

Hey, that's funny.
We got to get this babe in the act.

Fellows, wait!
I'm telling you, she's great!

- Rhoda, take a memo.
- Yes, sir.

To Robert Butler.

Robert, as you are aware,

the vindication of Elwood Perkins
in the Kate Kelly homicide...

has saved this company $50,000.

Your memo, congratulating Miss
Markowitz and me for our role in this...

seems to have got lost
in the inter-office mails.

As to Miss Markowitz...

don't you think it's
about time you and I chatted...

about enrolling her
in the company training program?

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