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( dramatic theme playing )

( ringing )

Loomis.

MAN ( over phone ):
Hello, cop.

How's your little girl?

Who is this?
- ( chuckles ) This is Conley.

Hey, you ought
to remember me, Dad.

I mean, we're family, aren't we?

We used to be.

I don't want anything to do
with you or anything like you.

How is Carole? -You stay away
from her, Conley! I mean it!

Let's see if you really mean it.

I wanna talk to you right now.

I'm at the Mar Vista Courts
in Venice, Apartment 17-A.

Listen, you punk, I'm not
wasting my time driv...

No, you listen.

If you care anything
about your daughter,

you get over here quick.

( suspenseful theme playing )

He was all shook up.

You did real good,
Conley. Real good.

CONLEY:
How about a drink?

MAN:
Oh, no, I don't care
for any,

but you go right ahead, Bruce.

I need the police.

( knocking on door )

It's open. Come on in.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hey! Hey, what are you doing?
What...?

Flynn, come on. Flynn, no.
No, Flynn, no! Please, don't...

( groans )

( gunshot )

( siren blaring )

Officers, officers,
it's downstairs in 17-A.

I heard all this noise,
the shouting and...

And fighting
and then I heard the shots.

Uh, there were three
of them, I think.

Here. Yeah, right in there.

I saw this man go
into the apartment.

Well, there he is right there.

The fighting was terrible.

Screaming, yelling,
fighting, loud noises.

I heard...
These walls are like paper.

I... You could hear everything.

Then I heard the shots
and I called the police

and I waited upstairs, there,
until I saw you drive up and...

Like he said, three shots.

( tense theme playing )

Okay, mister, on your feet.

( upbeat theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars:

James Wainwright, Brooke Bundy,

Barnard Hughes,

John McLiam,

Martin E. Brooks.

ANNOUNCER:

( upbeat theme playing )

Frank Cannon.

Hello, Sean.

Thanks for coming, Frank.

You know, I don't think

the department's gonna be
very happy about this,

you calling in somebody
from the outside.

Hartman's already chewing nails.

Oh, is he on it?

Good man.
Bit on the square side.

He'll play it straight.

Why did you bring me in?

I don't mean to beg off,

but you've got a lot of friends
around here.

I guess I'm scared, Frank.

I'm in a box,
and I'm not sure I can get out.

Yeah, I read the report:

gun, bullets,
fingerprints, witness.

And motive.

Your daughter?

Well, Conley was married to her.

It lasted only a year.

She left him
a couple of months ago.

You know where she is now?

No, I...
I don't know.

She lives somewhere here
in town.

We don't see much of each other.

Frank, Conley was a hustler.

Carole knew this
when she married him.

A cop's daughter,
and she marries some cheap bum

who'd cut my throat
for a chocolate bar.

The year she was with him,
she did all sorts of things.

She was even arrested once,

helping that... cheap...

With one of his con jobs.

Well, I'll concede
you had a motive.

I'm not sorry he's dead, Frank.

Sorry to interrupt,
Mr. Cannon,

but he's due in the
DA's office in ten minutes.

I'm gonna want to continue this.

I'll see you later, huh?

Yeah, I'll be here.

( somber theme playing )

Did I pass you in here?

You know, Hartman, I was
on the force for a long time,

and it may come
as a great shock to you,

but I did make one or two
friends along the way.

I'll put up with you
for one reason,

you're a friend of Sean's.

He was one of the finest men
I ever served under.

I wouldn't use
the past tense just yet.

Now, I understand
that you're bugged because

you've got a stranger wandering
around in your territory.

I used to feel the same way.

But I thought maybe on this,
since we want the same thing...

So?

So how come when I ask
to see the file on Conley,

I'm told that Sergeant Hartman
has a lock on it?

Because Sergeant Hartman
does have a lock.

Thank you.

What kind of a hustler was he?

He's a con man,
specialized in rich women,

mostly around Chicago.

He only had one bust out here.

You know he was married
to Sean's daughter?

Where is she?

Who knows?

We've got an APB out.

As a suspect?

I don't think so.

Well, what do you think?

We've got a witness,
this Spicer.

He's nailed Loomis.

You know, Carole was involved

in a pretty ugly scene
back in Chicago.

Now, Sean hated Conley so bad

I've seen him start to shake
when he heard the name.

I think Conley pushed him
too far.

So Loomis shot him,
put three bullets in him, huh?

Ah, come on, Hartman,
an old harness bull like that

would take him apart
with one hand.

Well, maybe he went off
his rocker, who knows?

( sighs )

Look, I'll level with you,
I... I hope he gets off.

But I'm not gonna put on
blinders, not even for Loomis.

What about the one bust
out here?

What did Conley fall on?

Bunco. He worked a Pasadena
widow for about 3 grand,

she wasn't too cooperative,

and the DA's office
dropped charges.

Well, undoubtedly
he didn't work it alone.

He probably had a roper.

He did, some old phony
who tried to pass himself off

as a diamond merchant.

We never got an ID.

Diamonds, huh?

Okay. Thanks, Hartman.

Cannon.

I've gotta tell you
that it doesn't set too well

with some of us around here

that Loomis has called in
a private operator.

Oh, I wouldn't hold that
against Sean if I were you.

He's just known me longer,
that's all.

Anything you find
out... I will. I will.

( door closes )

( suspenseful theme playing )

WOMAN ( over phone ):
Mr. Enders' office.

Mr. Enders, please.

He's busy right now.

Just tell him it's Jack Spicer.
He'll talk to me.

Mr. Enders?

This isn't a good habit
to get into, Spicer,

calling me at the office.

Oh. I-I'm sorry.

I wanted to tell you
the good news.

I just left police headquarters.

I signed all the depositions
and the papers and everything,

and they swallowed it.

You're right, that is good news.

But it'll turn bad very quickly

if you let your enthusiasm
run away with you again.

Okay, I'll...
I'll be careful, Mr. Enders.

You do that,
we'll be happy with you.

Goodbye, Jack.
Don't call again.

Goodbye, mist...
( line clicks )

MAN:
Who is it?

It's Frank Cannon, Soapy.

This isn't official, is it?

You know I haven't been
on the force in years.

( bell dings )

I had a devil of a time
finding you, Soapy.

Ah, yeah, this racket
gets rougher all the time.

You still using
the diamond pitch for openers?

Who hollered?

Did you ever work with
a smalltime pretty boy

by the name of Bruce Conley?

Yeah, a long time ago.

And smalltimer is sure right.

No style, no class.
No morals, either.

Conley was in

very classy surroundings
the last time I saw him.

There, you see, that lousy punk.

Goes to show you
there's no justice.

Of course, he was dead.

There's justice.

When was the last time
you saw him?

( whirring )

( whirring stops )

Well, I guess
I'll just have to assume

that you don't think
it's me that did it.

'Cause I saw my mother butcher
a chicken once when I was 8,

and I fainted dead away.

Vegetable tonic.

Perks up the liver.

Cheers.

I was conning you.

I've seen him two or three times

since he came out here
from Chicago.

I was down to that
fancy beach house twice.

We were trying
to put something together

for a little, uh,
spending money.

We?

Okay, me.

But the trouble was,
he was doing too good,

so he brushed me.

He ever let you in
on what he was up to?

I told you,
I was only there twice.

To tell the truth,
I've got my own scam going.

( chuckles )

Yeah, an old broad who owns
a chain of dancing schools.

Would you believe that
she wants to dance all the time?

That crazy rock stuff.

And I'm getting rheumatism,
Frank.

I've had about
enough of this, Soapy.

Why are you lying to me?

Aw, come on, now, you know
I wouldn't lie to you.

We're good friends.

You busted me twice.

How would you like to try
for three?

Now, there's a murder rap
involved in this,

and I want answers and I want
'em straight, right now.

Look, I don't know much, really.

Some guy brought him out here
from Chicago,

that's all I know.

Some lawyer.
Promised him a lot of money.

Money for what?

Oh, how should I know?

For what?!

Well, some kind of blackmail,
I think.

Cop was putting a lot
of pressure on this lawyer.

Do you know his name?

No, I don't.

Soapy...

I swear to you,
on my mother's Bible.

( scoffs )

Oh, Soapy, why do I have to be
a sucker for your phony charm?

( chuckles )

Will you just do me
one favor, please?

Stick to the fox trot, kid.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( engine starts )

You're not cops.

Well, listen, boys,
whatever it is,

I cooperated with that
last fellow that was here,

and I'll cooperate with you
the same way.

That's the kind of guy I am.

What did he want?

The lawyer sent you?

He wanted to know about Conley,
but I didn't tell him anything.

I got a reputation
for keeping my mouth shut.

You ask anybody.

I didn't tell him anything!

I swear to you
on my mother's Bible!

Time for your bath, Soapy.

Listen, you guys,
I wouldn't cross you up!

Honest, I wouldn't! Honest...

( muffled yelling )

( water splashing )

( dramatic theme playing )

You looking for somebody?

Huh?

Oh, hi.
You with the police?

Am I with the police?

That's like asking

if Willie Mays
plays for the Dodgers.

No. No, I just wanted to come by
and see where it happened.

The killing, you know.

Now, I'd known Bruce Conley
for a long time back in Chicago,

maybe seven or eight years ago.

Could you tell me
how it happened?

Well, yeah, I guess
I could fill you in on it.

I'd sure appreciate it.

Fix you a drink?

Aw, no, thank you. That's, uh,
a little too early for me.

( laughs )

A little early for me too,
but I'm sitting around,

nothing to do, I...

I thought I'd fix myself
an early one.

Jack Spicer.

Jack, it's a pleasure.

I'm Bert Finlay.

Aw, you know,
it really turned me around

when I heard about
how Bruce got killed that way.

Happened here, huh?

Yeah, policeman went right in,
started to argue,

shot him down in cold blood.

Ah! Ah, it's terrible,
it's just horrible, isn't it?

Well, I guess
that's the world today.

Hey, don't I...?

Do you know that your face
looks familiar to me?

Haven't we met somewhere?

No. No, I don't think so.

You sure?

You're a friend of Conley's,
that's where it is.

When Bruce and I were working
together in Chicago,

that's where we met.

Oh, no, I've never been
to Chicago.

You haven't?

Huh. Where you from?

I'm from a little town
called Meredith,

up by the Nevada border.

Meredith.

Do you know
that I have been to Meredith?

That's a lovely little town.
It's mining country, right?

Right.
Heh.

I suppose you're
in the mining business?

Tool and die company.

Lindemann Tool & Die Company.
Ah.

I was an accountant with 'em.

Oh, an accountant, huh?

( chuckles )

Well, uh...

Say, you've, uh, really got
yourself a very fancy digs

for a former accountant.

What'd you do, tap the till?

( laughs )

Oh, come on, I didn't
mean anything by that.

You see, I read about you
in the paper, Mr. Spicer.

You're the fella
who heard everything, right?

The witness?

That's right.

Yeah.

There's just one thing
that bothers me.

With the... The surf making
as much noise as it does,

and I understand
at the time of the killing

it was a very high tide, uh...

it would've been louder, right?

So?

So I just don't quite understand
how you could have

heard everything
you were supposed to hear

with the surf making
as much noise as it does.

You sayin' I didn't hear it?

I made it all up?

No, I'm saying that somebody
made it up, Spicer.

Who was it, the lawyer?

Now, wait a minute, you said
you were a friend of Conley's.

A friend of Conley's? I said
I was a friend of Conley's?

Oh, I must've lost my head,
Mr. Spicer.

No. No, I'm a friend
of Sean Loomis.

( dramatic theme playing )

The lawyer?
Sure, I know him.

I know him a lot better
than I know my own daughter.

Well, if I were
a betting man, which I am,

I'd lay odds that he's behind
this frame you're in.

You ever hear of Lewis Enders?

Lew Enders?

Yeah, Beverly Hills attorney.
Rich. Socialite.

Finger in a dozen pies.

And in a hundred rackets.

I've been trying
to make a case against him

for the past two years.

I thought I was getting close.

Maybe he did too, that's motive
enough for a dozen frames.

Frank, it became sort of
an obsession with me,

night and day.

If I wasn't the kind of guy who
couldn't leave his work alone,

I might still have a daughter.

Now, Sean, come on.

Don't do a job on yourself.

You got grief enough
with Enders.

You stay away from him, Frank.

He's not your responsibility.

The only way I could do that

is to leave you here to rot.

No way, Sean.

No way.

( dramatic theme playing )

HARTMAN:
Cannon, I wanna talk to you.

Okay, Hartman, talk to me.

What are you
leaning on Spicer for?

Don't you know that's
intimidating a material witness?

What, a pleasant conversation?
Since when is that intimidation?

Well, if you so much
as breathe on him again,

I'll go to the DA.

You need a license to operate,
remember?

I remember, I remember.
You'd better.

And what's this business
about you holding out on me?

Holding out what?

Well, when I told you
that Conley had a partner

in the con game,

I figure you picked up
on the m. o. of Soapy Van Patten.

Maybe.

Did you find him?

Ah, come on,
what does it matter?

I don't suppose it matters
to him, he's dead.

( dramatic theme playing )

We found him
drowned in his bathtub,

with his clothes on.

( suspenseful theme playing )

I think we ought to ask
for overtime.

Sure, you tell Enders about it.

Sure.

( dramatic theme playing )

( sighs )

Office cleaning gets
more difficult every day.

Who are you?

Frank Cannon.

And before you make a mistake,
call Enders, huh?

Tell him I'm a friend
of Sean Loomis.

The other side.

Seal wasn't broken.

( chuckles )

You didn't
look carefully enough.

You're lucky.

Breaking and entering.

I could have you arrested.

You're not gonna do anything
to bring in the police.

That's one of the prices you pay
for being in the rackets.

Maybe we ought to shoot you.

When the boys
came back to the office,

they discovered a prowler.

So go ahead, shoot me.

You try and pull something
like that again...

Next time, don't bother
to call me, just kill him!

( tense theme playing )

Convinced?

I'm convinced...
that you can be had.

Get him out of here.

What do you want us
to do with him?

You'll think of something.

( grunts )

( grunts )

( action theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Ah, there's 60 percent
of a case here.

Well, 60 percent is not enough
to put Enders away.

What you're looking at,
Mr. Cannon,

represents almost
two years' work.

Sean is very thorough.

Do I detect a note of warmth
and affection, sergeant?

He's a good cop.

Yeah.

And I can see where Enders might
be a little nervous about him.

Nervous enough to send for
the one man in the whole world

who might give Sean Loomis
a motive for killing.

Maybe.

But why would Conley come?

Money.

He thought he was
gonna blackmail Loomis.

Ah.

Carole? -Yes.
- I thought it was.

You probably don't remember me.
Frank Cannon.

Of course. How are you,
Mr. Cannon?

Fine. I...
I'm so glad you came.

Your father's gonna be...

Oh, uh, Sergeant Hartman,
uh, Sean's daughter.

How do you do?
Hi there.

Have Sean Loomis brought up
to the visiting area.

Your father's gonna be
very happy to see you.

Randall.
We've been worried about you.

Miss Loomis?
Thank you.

How is he?

( sighing ):
Well, not too good.

Uh, look, when you see him,

uh, don't expect him to...

All right, I know.

Thank you.

Okay.

( dramatic theme playing )

( door unlocking )

Hello, Daddy.

Carole.

I...

I was in Phoenix
visiting some friends.

I guess I...

I was trying
to run away from myself,

and I... I heard about you
on the radio.

You should have stayed
where you were.

Daddy, I haven't seen
Bruce in some time.

You know that.

Did you do it?

If you think I could
do something like that,

you don't know me very well,
do you?

That's the sad part of it.

I guess I've never
known you very well.

But if you had killed Bruce,

I'd understand.

I mean, I know the way
you felt about him.

I didn't shoot him, Carole.

It's bad enough to have
everybody else

accusing me of this,
but when your own daughter...

Daddy.

Daddy, I wanna help.

Please, let me help.

There isn't much
you can do now, is there?

Hartman wants to talk to Carole.

He's waiting.
I'm sorry, Sean.

We've said it all.

( inaudible dialogue )

( melancholy theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Sergeant Hartman went
pretty easy on me.

I think he believed me.

I wonder why.

Well, he respects your father,

and maybe he thought
you were telling the truth.

Hm.

I made up my mind.

I'm gonna go back to Phoenix.

That's a good idea.
I think you should.

Your father will get over it.

Besides, you've got a life
of your own to live, right?

You know, when I first
talked to your father,

he told me that, uh,
he was scared.

I think what
he's most scared about

is the fact that
he thinks he's lost you.

He was so cold.
He was like a stranger.

I mean, I know that I've...

I've caused him a lot
of grief since Mom died.

I'm partially responsible
for this mess that he's in.

If I hadn't gotten
involved with Bruce...

Sergeant Hartman doesn't think

it's gonna go
too well for Daddy.

Hartman could be wrong.

You know, it's too bad
you're going back to Phoenix,

'cause if you weren't, I'd ask
you to help me with something.

I couldn't go back to Phoenix.

I'll bet
you knew that all along.

What can I do to help?

( tires squeak )

( rings )

Hello?
CAROLE: Mr. Spicer?

This is Sergeant Mallory
at police headquarters.

I'm calling
for Sergeant Hartman.

Oh, sure.

He wants you to come down

to the County Administration
Building, rear entrance.

He'll be waiting.

Sure, sure, I'll be there.

Thank you, Mr. Spicer.

You know, you could lose
your license for this.

Let's live dangerously, huh?

( suspenseful theme playing )

Spicer.

I got something
I want to show you.

Look, I talked
to Sergeant Hartman about you.

You got no right
to call me down here like this.

You holler,
and I'll break your arm.

I know a lot about you, Spicer.

Yeah? Like what?

I checked that town
you came from.

The company you worked for
belongs to Lew Enders.

So?

So Lew's unhappy about the fact

that you juggled the books

and started your own
profit-sharing plan.

As a matter of fact,
it's my opinion

that he's letting you live
in return for a favor.

You can't treat me like
some kind of criminal.

Oh, really?

All right, Joe,
we'll see him now.

Oh.

You may have seen
this man go into Conley's.

Now, put a carnation on his
lapel and a hairpiece on him.

Oh, good Lord.

Yeah, they called him Soapy.

He was a very nice old man
as con men go.

He never hurt anybody
in his whole life,

and somebody held him
underwater in a bathtub.

Let me go.
I'm gonna be sick.

His only mistake was
knowing Bruce Conley.

You know, they don't
take chances, Spicer.

The police already have
your deposition against Loomis.

If you took a bath the hard way,

my client would
still be on the hook,

and Enders would be
that much safer.

I've gotta think.

Give me time.

Here's a number,

and you don't have
that much time.

They don't need you anymore.

( dramatic theme playing )

Thanks, Joe.

I owe you one.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( inaudible dialogue )

( car phone ringing )

Excuse me.

Cannon.

I wanna talk.

All right, Spicer.

Now, first of all,

was anybody on you when
you met me at the morgue?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean,
was anybody tailing you?

I don't think you realize
what you're up against.

I'm trying to save your life.

Oh, I don't think so.

Well, they may
be watching you anyway.

Now, I'll tell you
what I want you to do...

No, you won't.
I'll tell you.

Don't give me any more orders.

I'm protecting myself
from now on.

Spicer, listen to me.

I'm at the Santa Monica pier.

You wanna talk to me,
you come here.

Now, don't be foolish.
That's not the...

( line clicks )

Is everything all right?

No, he panicked, and he picked
a lousy place to meet.

If he is being tailed,

I'm gonna be target practice
for somebody.

Will you go?

Yes, of course I'll go.

I'll tell you
what I want you to do.

I want you to go
finish your lunch.

And don't forget they serve a
magnificent blueberry pie here.

( tense theme playing )

( tires screeching )

Spicer!

( tires screeching )

( tires screeching )

( dramatic theme playing )

He's still alive, but, uh...

Did he say anything?

No, and he's not going to.

Two men in a car,
one with a shotgun.

That should
say something to you.

Like what?

You think Loomis hired
those professionals?

Well, what I think doesn't
count for a lot in a courtroom.

Sorry, sergeant.
We tried.

All right, doctor.
Thank you.

Look, it's not over, dear...

It is, admit it!

Enders is too big for all of us.

Nobody's that big.

Tell that to my father.

I've got a way to go on this
if you're listening.

I'm listening.

All right, put a lid on here,

keep the guards on duty just
as if he were still alive.

And maybe if Enders thinks
that we've still got a witness,

he'll make a try for him.

Still making the rules
as you go.

Well, this one
isn't in the books.

Okay, I'll give it
24 hours, no more.

Good.

You check the coroner's office.

I've gotta know if he's alive

and if he lived long enough
to give a statement.

As soon as you can!

He's at Bay Area Emergency.

They got police on guard.

They ordered new medication.

I don't buy it.
I hit him.

He's not talking to anybody.

Suppose you're wrong.

We'll phone you.

If he's alive,

you'd better do more than that.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Here?

Emergency's over there.

You ready?

Yeah.

Oh, what happened?

Well, it's just a cut,
it was dumb.

I was working in my garage,

thought I ought
to have it looked at.

Come with me.

We'll see you get taken care of.

Uh, what's with the police?
Something happen?

Oh, they've been here for hours.

Man was shot.

They think
he'll pull through, though.

Yeah, that's one of the guys
who tried to work me over.

I'm not sure he was in the car
when Spicer got hit, though.

Well, they'll be back.

You got a lot
of confidence, Cannon.

Enders doesn't leave loose ends.

I know that. I...
I know that.

What's the matter, Jim?

Oh, there's gonna be a lot of
static if things go wrong here.

The head of Homicide had me in.

I defied him for 20 minutes
to keep these guys on duty.

He finally caved in,

but not until he chewed me out
for another ten.

( sighs, chuckles )

Everybody's gonna say that...

That I did it
because Loomis was a friend,

because we worked together.

Special treatment.

Well, so I wind up
with my rear in a sling.

( chuckles )

My judgment is getting
real lousy, you know that?

I could have sworn
I wasn't gonna like you.

( chuckles )

( siren wailing )

( action theme playing )

( siren stops )

Come in.

THUG:
We don't need
no stretcher.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Cannon.

( siren wailing )

( tires screeching )

( siren stops )

( tires screech )

Get in.

( tense theme playing )

( muffled gasp )

One sound out of you
and she's dead.

Keys. Keys!

( gasps )

( nurse screaming )

CANNON: How many were there?
( nurse sobbing )

CANNON:
Listen to me!

How many were there?!

NURSE:
Two.

CANNON:
Where are the lights?

Come on! Show me! Where?!

Turn 'em on!

( dramatic theme playing )

Well, I guess
that takes care of it.

Yeah.

Looks like you're not gonna

get it in the sling
after all, Hartman.

Heh.
Good night, Cannon.

( elevator doors close )

It's over.

You lose.

We took one of your boys alive.

He's spilling his guts
right now.

Are the police here?

I don't need them.

Who's paying you
to take chances like this?

Nobody. I could
hardly wait to get here.

If I can
get out of the building,

I can get out of the country.

I'll pay you anything you want.

You have one of two
alternatives.

Either you use the gun
in that drawer,

or you call it off.

( tense theme playing )

No.

There won't be any trouble.

Hm. That's too bad.

Lousy piece of tin.

Never thought
I'd be carrying it again.

You know, Sean,
if you'd pay less attention

to that lousy piece of tin

and, uh, more attention
to your family...

What's the matter, baby?

You ashamed your father's
been a jailbird?

Daddy... Daddy.

LOOMIS:
Carole...

Hartman.
Yeah?

You got any kids?

Heh. Yeah, three.

Been a long day, hasn't it?

Why don't you file
your report and go home?

You know, I think
you got a point, fat man.

( laughs )

Yeah.

( upbeat theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )