All language subtitles for MSW s05e20 Strikes Youre Out.eng

Randolph is old enough
to be your father.

At least let him live long enough
to dole out our meal money before you give him a heart attack.

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Hell of a hit, Mike.
You must have swung with your eyes open.

I got you boys a fair amount
of money to play ball this year. So that's what you do- play ball.

[Chattering]

I hope you don't think
that I'm butting in here. Butt away, ma'am.

If you're so interested
in male anatomy,

I can give you a good look at mine-

all of it.

[Laughing, Chatting]
[Jessica] Yes, that's right.

I'm trying to reach my nephew
Johnny Eaton.

But he couldn't have
checked out yesterday.

No. No, I told him that when I finish
my writers' seminar here in Scottsdale,

I'd drive over to Tucson and watch him
in spring training.

Yes. Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

[Knocking]

Good morning.
[Chuckles] Good morning.

Your car to Tucson is ready
when you are, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I'm afraid I've had
a change of plan.

There's a noon flight to Boston
that I'd like to catch. Yes, ma'am.

I'll have the concierge call
and make a reservation for you. Yeah.

Wait. Did you see this?

[Groans]
Did I see it?

This is my nephew
on the front page.

[Chuckles]
Your nephew is Mike Warlop?

No, my nephew is Johnny Eaton.

You know, Warlop's the best hitter
my Comets have had in 20 years,

and they go and trade him
for these two nobodies.

Nobodies?

Oh, uh, no offense.
Just a moment.

This says that they train
here in Scottsdale.

Yes, ma'am.
Comets always stay in this inn.

Ballplayers are good tippers-
at least the stars are.

Listen to me.
"Traded" does not mean "let go."

The Comets really wanted you guys
very badly this year. Remember that.

Al, what they wanted
was the five million in cash.

We're just the " two players
to be named later" who was named now.

I lost the glove I pitched
my Triple-A no-hitter with. What do I do, Al?

What do you do? You play ball.
I got you guys a fair amount of money to play ball, so that's what you do-

you go out and play ball,
whether you make the Comets' major league roster...

or they send you down to a farm club.

I heard the Comet fans
boo at funerals. Listen.

This swap makes sense.

Mike Warlop is 35 years old.

That shoulder injury he got last season
sat him down for a month.

Not since Campy and Newcombe
have I seen battery mates like you two guys.

Why don't you prove it?
Show me what you got.

Come on, Charley.
Let's play ball.

[Chattering]

It's gonna be weird
seeing Mike Warlop in a Titan uniform this afternoon.

Trading Mike for two guys
you never heard of-

Nothing lasts forever, I guess.

Damn owner keeps up this youth movement,
I won't last till Fourth ofJuly Fireworks Night.

[Laughs]

[Man]
Hey, look. The young guys are out.

Well, well.

Looks like the two guys
on the front page of the Scottsdale Herald.

- Welcome aboard, fellas. I'm Pete Briggs.
- Johnny Eaton.

- Hey, Johnny.
- Charley Holcombe. I'm a catcher.

K-Kel! You've always been griping
about catching both ends of a double-header.

- Well, help's on the way.
- Wake me when it gets here.

Kel has a fear of young catchers
who can squat and get up without help from the umpire.

Come on. I'll introduce you
to the brains of the organization.

Mr. Randolph, the owner?
No. Harry Dial, the manager.

Harry Dial?
Maybe we ought to change first.

Relax, Johnny.
Harry's temper is just eyewash for the press.

Hey, Skip! Look here.

Fresh blood.

With this that publicity hound Randolph
expects me to win a pennant?

[Chuckles]
I must be stupid.

I thought I was gonna set a club record
by lasting a full season.

Now you hold on there
a second, sir.

My roomie's fastball
has been clocked at 95 miles an hour.

And the bus that'll take you two bozos
back to the minors was clocked at 110.

[Man]
Cover yourselves. Female on premises.

[Chattering, Hooting]

Okay, get it out of your system, fellas.

This is going to be a daily occurrence.

Meet this season's new TV
pregame show hostess.

Let's see.

Johnny Eaton,
16 and 6 last year with Evanston. Big fastball, so-so curve.

[Man]
Not bad.

Charley Holcombe,
112 ribbies, 22 homers.

You did your homework,
Miss Lee.

I called the Titans for your stats,
and your hometown papers.

Well, I'd like to talk ribbies
with you anytime, ma'am.

[Dial]
Loretta.

Loretta, I've told you before,
front-office personnel are not allowed in here.

Aw, Harry.

How'd you like to be my guest
on the first TV pregame show we're sending back home?

Your guest?
[Chuckles] Oh, I get it.

Let me give you an education
about something, young lady.

Around here, E.R.A.
Means "earned run average,"

not "Equal Rights Amendment."

Catch up with the world, Harry.

Mr. Randolph's making changes
on the broadcast team and on the field.

Maybe even managerial.

Randolph is old enough
to be your father.

At least let him live long enough
to dole out our meal money before you give him a heart attack.

Look, I take myself
seriously, Harry.

Maybe you should too.

[Chattering]

[Man]
All right. Good throw.

[Man Announcing On P.A.
For you Comet fans, a reminder that Wednesday is Button Day.

Your favorite Comets on free buttons
with every paid admission.

And Mike Warlop buttons
for sale in the parking lot.

No trades accepted.

[Man]
Get your ice-cold beer here.

[Announcer]
Your favorite snacks and Comets T-shirts for sale at the snack bars.

Go get 'em, Comets fans.

Jessica, there you are.
Johnny, no. You're here.

I was already in Scottsdale.

Oh, Johnny, you know,
your mother and your family were all just delighted.

The paper said this trade
could be a big opportunity.

Yeah, well, the sportswriters
don't have to play for Harry Dial.

Oh, who's Harry Dial?
[Dial] Hey, Eatonl

Quit jabberin'
and get your butt in gear,

or you and your Aunt Minnie'll owe me
six laps around the field.

[Laughs]
Maybe we should have dinner later at the hotel?

Yeah.

[Man]
Get your bats and helmets. Bats and helmets.

Excuse me.
You must be Mrs. Fletcher. Yes?

Yes. Your nephew told me
that we would be sitting together. I'm Al Sidell.

Oh, how do you do?
How do you do?

You and Rex Stout are the ones
that keep me awake when I travel the minor league motel circuit.

Very enjoyable company indeed.
Well, thank you.

Uh, are you with the Comets?

Oh, no, no. The hat?
No, I just bought that.

See, I used to be a sportswriter,

and a couple of years ago
I was doing a magazine piece on life in the minor leagues.

That's when I discovered your nephew
and Charley Holcombe.

Oh, yes, of course.

You're the man who got
Johnny and his catcher their first pro contract.

Well, yeah, if you call a year in Arkansas
for meal and haircut money a pro contract, I'll go along.

There's the manager.
Have you met him?

Well, he has, uh, spoken to me.

Harry, the question
everyone's asking:

Can a Triple-A pitcher
and an unproven catcher make up for the loss of a veteran slugger?

Well, you fans back home read my lips.
Come next October, you'll be dancing in the streets.

We'll be right back
with the starting lineups...

after a word from
Sugarfoot Radial Tires.

Admit it, Skip.
She's better-looking than the guy we had last season.

[Chuckles]
Hey, Roz!

Hi, baby! Go get 'em.

That's Pete Briggs.
Lifetime 306 hitter.

308. I'm Roz, Pete's wife.

Hiya.
And this is Kel's wife Nancy.

You're sitting
in the family section, sugar.

Right where I belong.
I'm Johnny Eaton's aunt.

- You been down since camp opened?
- I have.

Some of the boys need a little help
resisting those baseball Annies.

Baseball Annies, huh?
Yeah.

That's the women
who find ballplayers attractive, in or out of uniform.

[Chuckling]
What I meant- I know what you meant, Al.

[Chattering]

What is that scoreboard flashing?

[Sidell]
That's W.P. - Wild pitch.

[Man]
Steam it by. [Man #2]

Callin' for that fastball-

It was like
the manager or Kel...

wanted Johnny to throw the homer
to Warlop on purpose.

Maybe to show Johnny up.

[Laughter]

Look at 'em over there.
Probably laughing at me.

Replaying it ain't gonna
change that pitch.

Look, folks, I'm sorry, but I'm beat.
I got a 20-minute drive back to my motel.

- Oh, you're not staying here?
- Mr. Randolph is not responsible for my accommodations.

There's one good thing
about the Cactus Motel.

The maids don't barge in
in the morning to change your sheets.

Good night, all.
Good night. Good night.

Well, it's three more here
with the Titans, then we travel to Yuma.

You makin' the trip?

I only got here this morning, honey,
and that's the second time you've asked me if I'm going to Yuma.

It's just hard for me
to entertain you, honey.

My mind's only
on making contact at the plate.

So where'd she come from?

[No Audible Dialogue]

You just make sure
you make contact at the plate.

Okay, honey?
No place else.

Frankly, Loretta, I wasn't
thrilled by your inference...

that I got the shaft
in the Titans trade.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Randolph,
but I'm not sure...

whether being strapped for cash
or his calling you Mussolini in the papers...

are reason enough
to unload him.

The man hit 10 less homers
last year than ever before.

He's a broken-down plug, Loretta,
and I got five mil for him,

plus a couple
of fresh, young colts.

Now, why would the Titans
want a broken-down plug, hmm?

Or is there something I'm missing?

You weren't wearing this
last year.

You've got a choice to make, my dear.

You can go back to peddling
mop-up relief pitchers...

at sneaker store openings,

or you can enjoy giving the fans
the starting lineup.

When I'm a million-a-year
network sports anchor,

the fans can get their own
starting lineups.

Hello again.
Oh, hello.

We met outside the clubhouse
before today's game.

Oh, yes, of course.
I really like the way you handle your show.

Thank you.

I know this is gonna sound corny,
but I really admire you.

Me?
Well, the hours that you put in to make it in a man's world.

I put in those hours, too,

even if the things I know
about broken-down plugs and fresh colts can't be aired-

at least, not right away.

You know, I'm interviewing
Johnny and Charley tomorrow,

and I'm just a little confused.

Now, where did they
first play together?

Well, I'm-
I'm not sure, professionally,

but I can tell you
thatJohnny was unbeatable...

at Herbert Hoover High School
in Waterloo, Iowa.

Actually,
it's Charley I'm stuck on.

Oh. Yes, well,
he is, uh, bubbling over with boyish charm.

Mrs. Fletcher, baseball
isn't a game about charm.

It's a game about statistics.

[Chattering, Laughing]

Aha!
[Grunts]

Hey, nice out, cowboy.
Yeah.

Irving, I sure hope your pitchers
love me in September as they did today.

Hell of a hit, Mike.
You must have swung with your eyes open.

Say, what is this, Loretta?

Suddenly you're no longer
into community relations.

Relations were always
your best stat.

Any plans after dinner?

I'm making some calls, Mike.
I'm a working girl. Oh, no argument there.

The lady said no, thank you.
Knock it off, Irving.

I don't take orders
from you anymore. [Dial] Hey, big Mike.

A guy with your salary ought
to be able to find some lady in the bar for the evening.

Oh, you mean that all the girls in here
have already been bought.

- [Gasps]
- [Woman Screams]

[Woman 2]
Watch outl Mike.

[Woman 3]
Somebody call the cops.

[Patrons Clamoring]

Take it easy, Mike.
Relax, relax, relax. Relax, Mike.

[Glass Shatters]
[Woman] Please call the police.

You better come with me, ma'am.
He's killing Mr. Randolph.

From what I hear,
that's not possible. Let's get out of here.

You feelin' better now,
Miss Lee?

A lot better, thank you.

Uh, I don't suppose
that you got a soda handy, do ya?

I sure do.
Come on in, big fella.

Anything pretty as you in Arkansas
was usually on the other side of the state line.

[Chuckles]
You know, Charley,

you have that Li'I Abner routine
down pretty good.

[Chuckles]
But aren't you a little too young?

Why? How old
do you think I am, ma'am?

The Titans' media guy
has you down at 23.

Mm-hmm.
Well, Arkansas boys- They grow up kind of fast.

What about you Mississippi boys?

Oh, uh, well, most of the time,
Arkansas girls throw them back.

You know, Charley, if I had to guess,
I'd put you at 25 or 26.

I don't suppose you ever played
for a manager by the name of Flip Phillips.

No.

No, l- I never heard of him.

Listen, ma'am, I just remembered.
I got 11:00 curfew.

Oh, well, then we have
almost two hours.

But I promised Johnny
I'd go over the hitters with him.

Excuse me.

[Knocking]
[Man] Miss Lee?

Miss Lee, the bus is leaving.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
I'm looking for Loretta Lee. So I heard.

We haven't actually met.
My name is Avery Burns. I'm the team's traveling secretary.

- How do you do?
- She was supposed to be downstairs 15 minutes ago.

She's gonna miss the bus to the field.
I sure hope there's nothing wrong.

Well, maybe she
started down earlier by herself. Or maybe she overslept.

Excuse me, Miss.
Could you open this door for me, please?

[Burns]
Oh, Lordl

[Chattering]
[Man] Yeah, I bagged everything.

[Man 2]
What time did you get here? I got here about a halfhour ago.

Halfhour ago?
Oh, I don't know. You know how it is.

Mrs. Fletcher?

Did you see anyone enter
or leave this room,

or did you hear
some kind of a fight?

No, I'm sorry,
Lieutenant Caseras.

But Miss Lee was alive
last night at 9:00,

because I saw her
leaving the restaurant.

Oh? Alone?
With Charley Holcombe.

They were having
some sort of row at their table.

Oh! Yeah. Holcombe.

One of those two rookie nobodies
in the trade.

One of the players in the trade.

Yeah. I read about the brawl
in the morning paper.

Wouldn't be the first time
Warlop and Randolph got into it over some woman.

Lieutenant, the dress
that Miss Lee was wearing...

is the same one
that she wore last night.

However, her rather
eye-catching necklace is missing.

No kiddin'?
Come here a second.

Empty credit card case.
Missing necklace. Drawers open.

Looks like she surprised a burglar,
there was a fight, and she was killed...

when she hit her head
on the table here.

Oh. And I'd better alert
the credit card company.

Lieutenant, I wonder how
this sliver of glass got here.

No. No glass broken during the struggle.
Maid must have missed it with the vacuum.

Could have been there a day,
a week.

Maybe not.

Better bag it with the other evidence.

Lieutenant, the lab fella says
he's got two sets of fingerprints to work with.

Okay. Then let's wrap it up.
Get that, would you?

Why waste electricity?

[Man]
All right, you guys go downtown, and I'll hang around-

I'm Lieutenant Caseras.

Look. Murder's a messy business.

I'm sure a lot of you guys
are probably a little uneasy.

First of all, I want you to know...

that, uh, I'm one of you.

A few years back I played semi-pro ball-
Flagstaff Flames-

until a knee injury forced me
to hang 'em up.

So I know what you're going through.

First you lose a shot at some pennant money
in that so-called trade.

Now this. So-

Charley Holcombe.

Let's you and me talk, son.

[Murmuring]

You say you took her
to her door last night, but you didn't go in her room.

No, sir. I just met her yesterday.

One of my officers
found this matchbook on her coffee table.

That's from the Tucson Plaza.

Three days ago you were in
Titan training in Tucson,

and that's where you stayed, huh?

L-I must have forgot.

- I did go in, but just to have a smoke.
- Just a smoke.

And maybe, while you were
polluting your lungs,

you made a pass, huh?

Things got a little rough
when she said no? Huh?

[Stammering]
Sure, I tried, but she turned me down.

You want my thinkin' on it, sir?
She's Mr. Randolph's private reserve.

Course, he's old enough
to be her grandaddy.

Plowboy.

You should have stayed a Titan-

in more ways than one.

But that makes no sense.

I mean, why would the lieutenant
single out Charley?

Because he walked her to her room?

All I can say is,
Charley's real shook up.

Look, I know it's gonna affect
the way he plays, but that's not the most important thing.

I mean, this guy's my buddy,
and I'm worried about him.

Well, yes,
I can understand that.

AuntJess, I know you were gonna
fly back tonight, but the way things are, do you think you could stick around?

Just until we get this thing
with Charley settled?

All right.
I was planning to come to the game today anyway.

Maybe I'll stumble across something
that will help.

Oh, thanks, AuntJess.
With you there today, I know we're gonna do real well.

[Announcer]
And at the end of three, Titans 7, Comets 0.

[Crowd Chattering]

The Comets'next home stand
begins next Saturday. Hi.

Oh, hi.

Wow. 7-zip already, huh?
Let's all show our support for our team.

Well, at leastJohnny and Charley
haven't caused the damage. [Announcer Continues, Indistinct]

Listen, I just heard about that
Loretta Lee death on my car radio. What's going on?

Do they think
it's some kind of a nut? I wish I knew.

My room was
right across the hall from hers, so the police questioned me,

but I didn't see or hear anything.

Just goes to show,
you gotta be lucky just to be alive.

I had a hell of an auto accident
last night right near my motel. Were you hurt?

No, I'm fine. Just my wallet
is gonna need major medical.

I ran right into a telephone pole.
Cop had to come, call a tow truck, get me out of a ditch.

Eaton.

Let's see how you handle a bat.

[Announcer]
Now batting for the Comets, Johnny Eaton.

[Chattering]

[Crowd Roars]

Hey.
[Man] Cover third. Cover third.

What does that mean out there
on the scoreboard? Where?

The letters "P.B."

Oh, that means passed ball.

[Crowd Roars]
You're outl

[Announcer]
Eaton hits into a double play, doubling up Costego...

and breaking his bat
in the process.

Really sawed it off.

Next up for the Comets,
Pete Briggs.

Where's my bat?

Hey, rookie!

Thanks a lot, man.
You used my bat.

What was all that about?

Pitchers don't use
hitters' bats.

Sorry, man.
It's not like the game counts.

I'll find another one.
It won't happen again, sir.

My. That is quite a dent.

Yeah. I couldn't be satisfied
with a rerun of Quincy.

I had to go out for a beer
and some conversation.

Johnny, don't worry about it.

Tomorrow is another day.
Yeah, the day I get shipped down to the minors.

What is wrong with me?

I lose my glove.
I throw a home-run ball to Mike Warlop.

Today I kill a rally and break Pete's bat,
and now the old soup bone's sore.

- Soup bone?
- Yeah, that's his arm. Did you tell the trainer?

- Tell him what, that I'm a Jonah?
- Listen.

Every athlete has his off day.
You're no jinx.

No, AuntJess?

I show up, I say hello to a woman,
I shake her hand, and she ends up dead.

Johnny, that's ridiculous.

Look, you've worked far too hard
to entrust your future to omens and curses.

Let's go get a bite to eat.
What do you say? You go ahead. I don't feel like eating.

Doesn't feel like eating?
That kid is sick.

Yeah, 9:00 Wednesday, Department 2.
Don't forget. Write it down.

Okay. Good-bye.

Mrs. Fletcher.
Well, well, well. What brings you here?

Well, it's my nephew
Johnny Eaton.

He's suffering from
a terrible feeling of guilt.

Yeah. I can understand
how lousy he must feel...

killing the Comets' pennant chances
this season.

Lieutenant, I'm not talking
about baseball.

He feels responsible
for Loretta's killing.

Oh. Oh!

He feels that he's brought nothing but bad luck
ever since he put on a Comets uniform.

Yeah. I know.

He should have never used
Pete's bat today.

Look, excuse me, l-

I hate to put a damper
on this conversation with rationality,

but could we just set baseball aside
for just a moment?

Have you found out anything new
about Miss Lee's killing?

Well, we lifted two sets of prints
from her hotel room.

I guess that's progress.

One's hers, and we're still trying
to run down the other pair.

And the autopsy report said
she was killed around midnight.

Ah. And has the necklace
turned up?

No, and you know,
that's a funny thing.

When we alerted
the credit card companies that the cards were stolen,

not one had reported any charges made
from the time of the theft to the time we reported it.

- Some bad coffee?
- Oh, no, no, no. No, thank you.

Lieutenant, I hope you don't think
that I'm butting in here.

Butt away, ma'am.

Well, it's about
her television set.

It was on this morning,
but it was tuned to a pay-movie channel.

Yes, ma'am.
Well, that sort of contradicts your theory.

Well, I mean, to be surprised,
she would have had to have left the room...

and then come back
and then found the intruder.

Right. And why would she pay
for a movie if she's going out?

Well, what is far more likely
is that she was sitting there watching the movie,

somebody came to the door-
somebody that she knew-

and so she very willingly
let them in.

I'll call the hotel,

find out what time she put on
the pay-movie channel.

There's just one other thing,
Lieutenant.

This morning
I couldn't help but notice...

that you removed a piece of paper
from Loretta's nightstand.

You mean this?

It's the phone number
of a bail bondsman in Mississippi.

His office took a call.
He was out.

And whoever it was
left Loretta's hotel phone number.

When he called back,
she was already dead.

He doesn't know
why she called.

And neither do I.

Cheer up.

We're making progress.

[Sidell]
So I'm sittin'in the press box,

covering the old New York Giants
for the old New York Telegram.

It's the bottom of the ninth. Bobby Thompson
comes up against the Dodgers' Ralph Branca, with the pennant on the line.

Bobby Thompson swings-
Who's Bobby Thompson?

"Who's Bobby Thompson?"

The Giants were once in New York?

I don't believe you guys.

Excuse me, Harry.

What do you say, Lieutenant?
Belly up to the bar. I'll buy you a drink.

Thanks anyway.
I'm on duty.

Look. I have to know the whereabouts
of your players last night-

around midnight, give or take an hour.

What do I look like, a babysitter?
Let me tell you something.

Any of those clowns are not
in their room by 11:00, it's a thousand-dollar fine.

Now, the second time,
it's five grand.

The third time-
[Chuckles]

Well, I figure the broad
is really worth it,

and I get to keep
the phone number myself.

Well, did you assess
any fines last night?

In this quiet burg?
I was asleep by 11:00.

If you're asleep,
you gonna catch anybody?

For what it's worth, Lieutenant,

Roz and I went to bed
around 11:00. I can vouch for that.

And like the skip says,

in a town like this,
what are you gonna do that's worth a thousand-dollar fine?

Especially when
your wife's in town. [Chuckles]

Lieutenant?

Excuse me.

Mrs. Fletcher?
Thought you might like to know-

You know that second set of prints
we were working on?

Well, we found them
on a glass.

On that tiny piece
that I found on the rug? No, ma'am. On a drinking glass.

With a little help
from the F.B.I. Computers, we made a match.

Prints belong to a guy
who jumped bail in Mississippi...

two years ago on an assault charge.

His name is Freddie Masters.

Well, I sure hope you find that guy.
I liked that lady.

Oh, we found him.

Masters changed his name,
lied about his age,

his background.

Nowadays he calls himself
Charley Holcombe.

Charley? No, wait a minute.
That's impossible. It's not Charley.

Loretta found out
about your past, son.

On her nightstand she had the number
of the bail bondsman you skipped out on.

Would you stand up, please,
Mr. Masters?

I'm booking you
on suspicion of murder.

[Holcombe]
I jumped bail, 'cause I was scared.

Ma'am, I never assaulted that woman
back in Mississippi.

She picked out of a lineup
by mistake.

But Charley, you did leave your room
after curfew last night,

didn't you?
Yes, ma'am.

L-I couldn't go down to the lounge.

I might have got spotted and fined,
so I just drove till I found a little bar.

I gave some girls my autograph,
and I had a couple beers.

Well, that's not a bad alibi,
if you can prove it.

Well, sure I can.
The name of the place was, uh, Take a Chance Saloon,

or the Last Chance Saloon,
something like that.

Hey, I remember somebody
I seen there that night.

Maybe I shouldn't say nothin'.
Charley, you're facing a murder charge.

He never saw me, you understand. L-

Oh, l-I don't know, ma'am.

You know, if this come out,
he could get fined and-

Heck, ma'am, the thing is,
is I copied my swing after him.

For heavens sakes, who?

Pete Briggs.

Really?

Well, then he lied at the bar,
and his wife backed him up.

You know,
there's another thing.

Just before she was killed,
Loretta tried to pump me for information,

and one thing she said
I didn't understand at all.

Something about
a broken-down plug...

being traded for two fresh colts.

"Broken-down plug"?

Well, that just means an old veteran
who's hobbled with injuries.

Like Mike Warlop?

Al told me that he missed
a whole month last season with a separated shoulder.

Oh, yes, ma'am.
Onliest way I can figure it is Mr. Randolph and Mr. Dial-

They-They thought Mike was through,
so they dumped him.

I suppose they'd have medical records
for something like that.

Oh, yes, ma'am.
But why do you ask?

Well, something inside
keeps telling me...

that this big trade isn't everything
that it's cracked up to be.

AuntJess, would you please?

As soon as Johnny
told me about his arm,

I just knew that
I had to call his mother.

- How serious is it, Doctor?
- Well, first of all, it's just "Doc."

I'm not a doctor,
but I know quite a bit about sports and medicine.

Now, you takeJohnny here.

He just threw too hard the other day,
so I had the official team doctor take some precautionary X-rays.

Would he be a real M.D.

Oh, it's just that you hear
such terrible stories...

about overlooked injuries
and, uh, misdiagnoses.

Mrs. Fletcher,
what we do here is state of the art,

from me up to the team surgeon,

and yes, ma'am, he is a real M.D.

Oh, yes, I'm sure.
Still and all-

Let me show you something.
Come with me, please.

Now, I've got some X-rays here
ofJohnny's shoulder taken two days ago.

Now, these are all shots
of the other team players.

Now, you see right here
we've got some bone spurs.

This area right here.
Can you see that?

Oh.
Now, that causes inflammation of the bursa sac,

which causes bursitis.

Now I'll show you some shots
of Mike Warlop's shoulder.

You see this here?
It's separated there.

But on this one it's healed.
See that area there?

Now I'll show you a picture...

ofJohnny's shoulder-
a torn rotator cuff-

when he played with the Titans'
farm system some time ago.

Oh, my.
SoJohnny's arm follows him from team to team.

Oh, absolutely.
No team ever trades for an athlete without a complete medical history.

Hey, Doc, gimme a shot
of cortisone or some ice-

Well, if it isn't Aunt Minnie,
our visiting candy striper.

You know, lady,
you hanging around this locker room isn't exactly good luck for this ball club.

- Told her that, Skip.
- Oh, my.

There's a very ugly-looking bruise
you have on your shoulder, Mr. Dial.

That's where that Warlop
sucker punched me the other night.

Well, he certainly seemed
in remarkably good shape...

for a man who had
a dislocated shoulder last season.

- Doc was just showing me the X-rays.
- Oh, he was, huh?

Now, look, lady.

If you're so interested
in male anatomy,

I can give you a good look at mine-

all of it.

[Clears Throat]

[Chattering]
We know the boys fool around once in a while.

No, Charley wasn't
fooling around. Then how come Loretta Lee is dead?

My husband may have made
some mistakes in his life,

but even when he was pokin' around
where he shouldn't have been, nobody got hurt.

I'm sorry, Mr. Sidell.

I have no sympathy for Charley Holcombe.
Excuse me.

I guess your husband's real happy
right now, right?

Now that his competition's
all locked up, his starter's job is locked up too, huh?

Kind of looks that way.

Don't it?

Here you go.
Oh, Jessica.

Al, any luck with
that attorney friend of yours?

Yeah, he's gonna see Charley
later this afternoon.

Good. Now, Caseras has confronted Pete
about being gone the night of the murder,

but Pete denies it flatly.
Mm-hmm.

So now the lieutenant
is even more convinced that Charley is lying.

And if it comes to a jury deciding
between Pete and Charley,

Charley's gonna be catching
at the state pen.

All this business about the trade
and Mike Warlop's injury-

It just doesn't smell right to me.

Doc Evans showed me
Mike's medical file.

I noticed something unusual.

All of the Comets' X-rays
have the same lab color code...

except for Mike's
separated shoulder X-ray.

Now, that seemed odd to me,
so I called the lab.

They have absolutely no record
of having developed any of Mike's X-rays.

Faked X-rays to make
a player look healthy for trade or sale bait.

I mean, supposing Loretta
found out about that?

Supposing Loretta
was going to tell the Titans.

Supposing Loretta was trying
to blackmail Randolph,

and supposing
that's why she was killed.

That's beautiful, Jessica.
[Laughs]

Well, we'd better not celebrate
until we have some proof.

We're gonna need help on that-

official help.
Okay.

"Shultz." "Lopez." "Tipton."

It's the one of Mike Warlop.
You think I don't know that?

Mrs. Fletcher,
I don't know what you saw, or what you thought you saw.

But do you know how many X-rays
of Mike Warlop we have in here? Zilch-o.

But they were there.

[Randolph]
Who left the damn lights on?

[Door Slams]

Lieutenant? What-

What the hell's goin' on here?

I'm checking out a lead, sir.

Uh, don't worry.
I have a warrant.

Maybe you can help me.
Where are Mike Warlop's X-rays?

X-rays?

How should I know?
That's Doc Evans's department.

Well, I'm sorry,
perhaps I misunderstood,

but I thought everything
from trades to turning lights off was your department.

We think maybe
those X-rays were faked, and Loretta knew it.

You see what I'm driving at, sir?
If she even- All right, all right.

I don't need an instant replay.

You're right, Lieutenant.
I made a tragic mistake.

I never should have let it happen.

L- I ordered Doc
to destroy those X-rays this afternoon,

after Harry Dial told me
that Mrs. Fletcher here was starting to poke around.

The Titans wanted Warlop badly.

They were willing to pay five million,
plus a couple of their top prospects.

But believe me, I didn't cheat anybody.

I not only showed them the X-rays,
I told them that they were faked.

That month that Warlop missed
last season-

There was nothing wrong
with his shoulder.

He came to my office...

and told me that he was having
a serious problem with alcohol.

So I arranged for a month's treatment
at a private hospital under an assumed name,

and I gave the press and the public
the shoulder story.

So when the Titans asked
to see his X-rays, you were forced to reveal his drinking problem?

- Right.
- I've heard of collusion in sports before, but this guy takes the cake.

Warlop's probably got
a couple of good years left.

He's also got a wife and two kids.

L-I know he can be a royal pain,

but he needed a friend,
and I thought I owed him.

I thought her scoop
was about Charley.

Him we've already got
behind bars.

Yes, but Lieutenant, you said
that Charley was at the bar the night that she was killed.

Sure, but nobody remembers
exactly when.

He could have shown up
after he killed Loretta.

Lieutenant?
Hey. What do you say, Pete?

Your office told us
where we could find you.

Look, uh, about the other night.

What Mrs. Fletcher said is right-
I mean, what Charley told her.

I did leave the hotel
that night at around 11:00.

And did you see Charley?
No, ma'am.

But if he saw me,
doesn't that count for something?

We don't want Charley to be in jail
if our covering up is responsible.

Covering up? For what?

Where'd you go that night, Pete?

It's okay, honey.
Go ahead and tell him.

I had this guy flown in
from out of town. He was staying in another hotel.

"Guy"? What guy?

A hypnotist.

He was helping me concentrate,
focusing my batting.

I ended up last year in a slump.
Yeah, I remember.

Lieutenant, there's no reason the press
needs to know anything about this.

Mrs. Briggs, I think it's admirable,
the way you back up your husband.

However, there's one question
that has to be asked.

While Pete was out of the room,

who can verify your whereabouts?

I didn't kill her.

I'm sure you didn't, any more
than Charley Holcombe did.

[Tires Screeching]

Bellman, take it easy, huh?
This isn't a race.

I'm sorry, sir.
That turn came up kind of sudden.

As a matter of fact,
that's the place where your friend had his accident, ma'am-

Mr. Sidell.
Oh, yes. Yes.

Al told me about that.
Yeah, I'm the guy that found him in the ditch.

He seemed like a real nice guy.
I hated giving him a ticket.

When a guy drinks and drives,
a ticket isn't half enough.

He wasn't drunk, sir.
At least, I don't think so.

His license said he was supposed
to be wearing glasses behind the wheel.

Not only wasn't he wearing them,
he didn't even have them with him.

- Oh, dear.
- Something wrong, ma'am?

Yes, something is terribly wrong,
Lieutenant.

Tell me, is your forensic lab open
at this hour of the night, and if not, could we open it?

Excuse me. Is Johnny still inside?
Sure. Why don't you go right on in?

Whether they're dressed or not
never stopped you before, Aunt Minnie.

My name is Jessica.
Yeah, whatever.

By tomorrow morning,
you'll probably have my job. Huh! Somebody will.

Doc.

Johnny?
Oh, hi, AuntJess.

I've got a little surprise
for you.

My lucky glove!
Oh, my gosh. Where'd you find it?

Well, you can thank
a sharp-eyed housekeeper at the Tucson Plaza.

- [Caseras] Mrs. Fletcher?
- In here, Lieutenant.

Johnny, if you hurry,
you can grab the bus before it leaves.

I'll help you
with your stuff, kid. Suppose you stay, Mr. Sidell.

I got a couple questions
I wanna ask you.

- Sure, yeah.
- I can wait, Al.

No, no. Go ahead, kid.
I'll catch up with you later.

Okay. Thanks again, AuntJess.

Good-bye, John.

So what can I do for you,
Lieutenant?

You can start by telling me
where you were when Loretta Lee was killed.

I think I was in a ditch with my car.
I had a little accident. Your own man wrote up the ticket.

I told you, right, Jessica?
I mean, I told you about that. Remember?

Yes, Al, I remember.

The woman was killed
between 11:00 and 11:45.

There was plenty of time
for you to have killed her...

and still reach
that dangerous curve...

where the officer found you
and your wrecked car.

What, are you nuts? Geez.

[Chuckles]
What do you think?

I would, uh-
[Chuckles]

That I would stage a crash
so I could get an alibi?

Al, you were given a ticket
because you weren't wearing your glasses.

In fact, you didn't even
have them with you.

Yeah, well, who's trying
to hide that?

I'll tell you what. I'll pay the fine.
I'm guilty as charged. Who do I pay?

That's not the point,
and I think you know it.

Do you remember, Al,
when you and I attended the first Comets game...

and I asked you to translate
that scoreboard way out on the field?

Now, you did that
without any difficulty.

But the second Comets game-
the day after Loretta was killed-

you couldn't read the scoreboard.

Now, I could be wrong,
but my guess...

is that you brought
your reading glasses to the second Comet game.

Jessica, these are the only glasses I got.
It's the only pair I got. [Caseras] They are now.

Our lab analyzed a small piece
of glass Mrs. Fletcher found in the victim's room-

prescription glass.

Yours, Al.

We checked out
local lens makers.

We came up with a one-day optician
on Las Cruces Avenue.

He gave us your description,
"Mr. Smith."

Shall we ride you over there now
for a positive I.D.

I thought I'd picked up
all the pieces of glass.

You gotta believe me,
the both of you.

Killing that woman was
the furthest thing from my mind.

I was in my motel room around 10:30
when Loretta phoned.

She asked me if Freddie Masters
was in my room.

She said he wasn't at the inn,
and she knew that he was my client, and I said I didn't know any Freddie Masters.

And she said she wanted me
to corroborate some evidence that she had...

that proved that Charley Holcombe
and Freddie Masters were the same person,

and Freddie Masters
was a known bail jumper.

I said I would come right over-
[No Audible Dialogue]

And prove just how wrong she was.

But when I got there,
she said she had a friend who was no longer an active player...

who had played
in rookie league with Charley, and he swore...

that Charley and Freddie
were the same person.

She was some piece of work,
that woman.

She said that
her going public with it-

It wouldn't hurt my career
or Charley's career.

She thought it would
just help her career.

She thought she might go
to the networks,

or even go to the commissioner.

She went to the phone,
and I guess I went nuts. I don't know.

[No Audible Dialogue]

And, uh,

I picked up my glasses,

and I tried to make it look
like a robbery.

And, uh, I drove back
to the motel.

I was blind as a bat
without the glasses.

Funny thing is, I almost made it.

This is the first time I've ever been in trouble.
I never even had a parking ticket.

That was the first time I ever
had any trouble with the police.

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