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What's wrong?

With me?

What's wrong with you?

Police, Charlie. I know they're people. I got a gun and I...

Something is wrong.

And I have got to find out what it is.

I was having an affair with Sharon.

We broke it off last night.

She died last night.

He tried to hire me to kill her.

If this turns out to be what I think it is, you could help save a life.

I'm sorry.

Looking back on that day,

I realized I would have been dead now if I had been a better mechanic.

A Roy would never have dropped a wrench like that.

But what's more to the point is that none of it would have happened at all

if Ann Wilson hadn't called me two days before that.

Sorry, it's Ann Burton now.

She'd gotten married since the last time I saw her, but that's another story.

Harry?

In the kitchen.

When she came to see me that day, I was mainly concerned about my head.

I'd cut it working on the engine.

It wasn't a pain that bothered me so much as it was that for the next few days

I was going to have to explain to everyone how it happened.

What happened to your forehead?

Nothing important.

You haven't finished the boat, Harry.

It's coming along.

Still afraid of commitments?

No.

I don't like to rush things.

You were going to take me to Tahiti.

One martini.

You're not having any.

I think we'd better talk about Paul.

I, uh...

I guess I want to hire you.

Hire me?

I want you to, uh...

watch my husband.

Why?

Ann, you don't have to do that.

Paul's an accountant. Taxes mostly.

He's a nice man, Harry. I know you'd like him.

He's been so wonderful with Kathy.

Anyway, about a year or so ago, he...

he started going out of town on trips.

He said it was business.

Ann, I don't have to look at typists.

Let me finish.

The last trip he was on...

to New Orleans,

he called me from the hotel where he was staying.

The Regency.

Now, I know it was the Regency Hotel

because I spoke to the hotel operator.

Anyway, uh...

After we hung up, I...

I was getting ready for bed, and I...

realized that I had forgotten to ask Paul

whether or not he'd be home in time

to run the movie projector for Kathy's birthday party.

So I called him back, and...

the desk clerk said there was no Paul Verdon registered at the hotel.

Could be a very...

Well, it could be very simply explained.

Like another woman, huh?

Well, that wouldn't explain why he wasn't registered.

Unless he wasn't registered under his own name.

That's possible.

Look, I, uh...

I found this in Paul's desk.

It's an insurance policy on his life

for $100,000.

Harry, we can't afford something like that.

Paul doesn't make that kind of money.

Go to him. Discuss it with him.

I...

Harry...

something's wrong.

And I have got to find out what it is.

What if it turns out to be another woman?

I'll make a deal with you.

Paul is going to Los Angeles this afternoon.

Watch him.

If it is that...

some woman...

don't tell me.

I don't want to know.

He was supposed to be going to Los Angeles.

Instead, he drove to downtown San Diego.

Whatever Paul Verdon was doing in that apartment building,

he was not doing it under the name of Paul Verdon.

His mail was addressed to a P.H.D.

Mr. Haggerty. Excuse me.

Bumping into something?

Yeah, you can say that again.

I just did.

Looking for somebody?

Who are you?

The manager.

Oh, yeah, I'm looking for Mr. Haggerty.

I missed him at the office.

I thought maybe I'd catch him here.

It's very important.

Afraid you missed him.

He's not here?

Saw him drive out of the garage about ten minutes ago.

You know where he went?

No.

Hey, it's important.

Sal, do you know where Haggerty went?

If anyone knows, she does.

He made a call to the Seacrest a little while ago.

Is that where he is now?

I'm not a mind reader.

I said he made a call.

Happy?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, sorry.

May I help you, sir?

Got a room?

I'll see if we have any vacancies.

I got a friend staying here.

His name's Haggerty.

Uh, yes, we have a Mr. Haggerty.

Mr. Paul Haggerty.

Yeah, that's him.

Is he around?

Well, I wouldn't know.

You might ring his room.

The house phone's over there.

How you doing on the room?

Yes, we have a vacancy.

How long will you be staying, sir?

Just overnight.

If I could have the keys to your car,

I'll have your luggage sent up to your room.

Sir?

Your luggage?

Well, I hardly ever stay long enough to need any.

Back today, for instance.

Now, maybe I shouldn't have let it bother me.

I've been around too long not to know what the world's really like.

A lot of married men have affairs.

And I guess I just didn't want to believe Anne's husband was one of them.

I kept asking myself how he afforded that apartment.

And I told myself to forget it.

It was not my kind of problem.

Well, what did they call this in detective novels?

A meet?

Well, I don't know. I don't read them.

How did it go?

Well, you made the rules. You still want to play about it?

Yes.

You met someone?

In Los Angeles?

Yeah.

A woman?

No, no.

I told you that I didn't want to know about that, didn't I?

Look, I maybe...

met someone...

wine and dine and...

drum up business.

Well, I think you answered my question, Harry.

And you didn't even have to lie about it, did you?

Give the lady another martini.

No, really, I... I have to go.

Then give it to me.

Thank you, Harry.

You will bill me?

No.

That seemed to be that.

I should know better by now.

Things hardly ever work out that way for me.

But it wasn't until I read the paper the next day

that I found out the woman I'd seen Paul with at the Seacrest was dead.

Her name was Sharon Clark.

What's it look like?

Hotel doctor says cardiac failure.

What do you say?

Suicide.

This Haggerty, did he check in with Sharon Clark?

Well, no, they checked in separately.

But I did see them together an hour or two later.

Haggerty stay here before ever?

Well, no, not that I know of.

What about Sharon Clark?

Oh, yeah, several times.

It's just, well, I wouldn't like to...

Try me.

It's just that it wasn't unusual for her to...

meet people here.

You mean men?

Yeah.

Are you sure this is Paul Haggerty's room?

It's 228, yes, definitely.

Has maid service been here this morning?

No.

Let's go down to your desk.

I want to check your records.

All right, that's about it then.

Thanks.

Get me Haggerty's registration card, please.

Oh, Manny?

Yeah.

I got the preliminary report on Sharon Clark.

Let me have it.

Age 36, married to Warner Clark,

president of Clark Industries, headquartered in Tucson.

She filed for a divorce about three months ago.

Looked like a nasty one.

What way?

One of those property settlement things

where the lawyers get rich and everybody haggles.

They won't have to haggle anymore.

Sharon Clark just let her husband off the hook.

Suicide?

Looks like it.

Booze and barber shorts, lots of barber shorts.

Did you find a note?

Hey, you're interested in statistics, aren't you, Frank?

Yeah.

I'll give you one.

47.7% of all suicides don't leave notes.

I didn't know that.

Oh, is that right?

No, I just made it up.

I wish you wouldn't do that to me, Manny.

OK.

Here it is.

Yeah.

Paul Haggerty, 1724 Alto Loma Drive, Los Angeles, California.

Check that out with the LAPD, would you, Frank?

Yeah.

Did Paul Haggerty meet anyone else here?

No, I don't think so.

OK.

Yeah, wait a minute.

There was somebody asking for him.

Who?

Well, I don't remember his name.

He changed his mind about checking in.

Did he fill out a registration card?

Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.

Will Chief still have it?

Well, of course.

It'll be in yesterday's dead files.

I'd like to see it, if you don't mind.

Uh-huh.

Harry Orwell.

Harry?

Hello, Manny.

How'd you find me?

My job.

Sit down.

Want to hear how I hurt my head?

No, now that you brought it up.

An alligator bit me.

I don't think I asked you, but if I did, forget it, huh?

Say, you want something?

Harry, the reason I'm here is just to satisfy my curiosity.

Well, I lied.

An alligator didn't bite me.

As I was saying, I'm working on a case of presumed suicide,

just routine, until I found out that you were

a friend to the dead lady's escort.

His name is Paul Haggerty.

Haggerty's not necessarily a friend of mine.

What is he, then, exactly?

I'm checking him out for a third party.

You told the clerk he was a friend of yours.

In my own business, you have to lie sometimes.

Where were you checking him out?

Is this a criminal case?

Harry, come on.

I'm just curious.

All right, it's an extramarital matter.

Oh.

Thought divorces were beneath your dignity, Harry.

Well, I made an exception, this time for a friend.

You know Haggerty's address?

The address he registered under doesn't even exist.

Is this going to be a big thing, Manuel?

Oh, a woman dies by suicide.

There's going to be a coroner's inquest,

but probably get in the papers, yes.

All right, I've got the address.

Good, let's have it.

1198 Mateo Street, Apartment 3C, San Diego.

Here, recommend something.

Yeah, sure.

Señorita, por favor.

Para el señor.

Este señor es un señor muy peligroso.

Quiero que usted llame a la policía.

No lo mire.

Llame a la policía enseguida.

It's all taken care of, Harry.

Hey, look.

What'd he say?

What'd he say?

You're a dangerous man.

I should call the police.

From now on, I'd order my own meals.

And as long as Manny was so interested

in Paul Haggerty's apartment,

I decided to check it out for myself.

I mean, how can you trust anyone

who says such awful things about you in Spanish?

It's me, Frank Cole.

Yeah, you know, you'd make a great undercover man.

You think so?

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

I think I should ask you that.

Oh, yeah, well, uh, I came here

to make sure everything's all right.

Did Manny send you?

No, Manny sent you.

Right.

Right.

What'd you find out?

Nothing.

Doesn't look like anybody even lived here.

Oh, Frank.

It's what we call an accommodation address.

I wish you wouldn't do that to me, Harry.

Do what?

Oh, you know, Manny,

Manny does the same thing all the time

because he's fond of you.

Yeah.

You only hurt the one you love, Frank.

Oh.

You're kind of quilling here.

Oh, hi, Frank.

Did you find out anything?

Nothing, Manny.

Not even dust.

Uh, guess who was here.

Why don't you just tell me, Frank?

Well, I was looking around.

I heard somebody coming into the apartment,

so I hid in the closet.

Wait a minute.

Let me get this straight, Frank.

You hid in the closet?

In the closet, right.

And whoever it was found you there?

Hiding in the closet?

Right.

Well, who was it, Frank?

Guess.

Frank?

Harry Orwell.

What was he doing there?

He said he was just making sure everything was all right.

In the closet, Frank?

Manny, I told you, I was the one in the closet.

Frank, is Orwell still there?

He just left.

Oh, he must be up to something.

You better follow him.

You want me to follow him?

Yeah, what's the matter, Frank?

Don't you think you can handle it?

Are you kidding?

I can handle it.

Hey, Manny, as a matter of fact,

I've been told I would be very good at undercover work.

I believe you, Frank.

Goodbye.

Yep, on my way.

The apartment hadn't told me anything.

And neither had Frank Coleman.

But then that would have been a first.

I mean, you know Frank.

It was time to go right to the source.

Come in.

Mr. Bergen?

Yes.

Something I can do for you?

I'm Harry Orwell.

Well, somebody refer you, Mr. Orwell,

or find me in the yellow pages?

It's not about taxes.

Oh, what is it about?

Sharon Clark.

Sharon Clark?

The girl you were with at the Seacrest Hotel yesterday afternoon.

I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

I'll show you with her.

You were there?

At the bar.

Exactly what's your business, Mr. Orwell?

I'm a private detective.

Well, I guess there's not much point in lying about it, is there?

All right.

I was having an affair with Sharon.

We broke it off last night.

She died last night.

I didn't know anything about that until I read it in the papers this morning.

I couldn't believe it.

I mean, if she would do something like that,

it's suicide.

You have to believe me.

I don't have to believe you.

Only the police have to believe you.

They're looking for a Paul Haggerty.

That's the name you used.

You must enjoy your work.

You've been very busy.

I could have skipped this one.

I'll give you some advice.

Go to the police.

Ask to talk to a Lieutenant Manny Quinlan.

Tell him your story.

Now, listen.

One question, Mr. Orwell.

Don't you recognize me at the hotel we never met before?

Think about it.

Her husband?

Ann?

I think I can give you the name.

Mr. Orwell.

You're the one Ann was seeing before she and I got married, right?

That's right.

Are you going to tell her?

No.

Why don't you?

Let me cool for a moment, Frank.

Did I?

Yes, until I notice.

Notice what?

The papers are upside down, Frank.

He won't tell Manny about this, will he, Harry?

Death occurred approximately seven hours before the discovery of the corpse,

or approximately between 1 and 3 a.m.

Primary cause of death due to alcohol and barbiturate poisoning.

Gross epidermal signs not evident.

However, clear traumatic contusions visible in the area of the third cervical vertebra.

Capillary rupture of the upper esophagus.

Traumatic indentation of lower tracheal passage.

And characteristic distension of the...

What's it all mean?

Well, a medical parallel might be the sort of thing we usually find in a patient

who's choked on a piece of steak, something like that.

Could those pills have been forced on her throat?

I'd say it's quite possible.

You see, the human mechanism is geared to reject foreign matter

in the quantity consumed by Mrs. Clark.

Thanks, Doc.

Frank?

Would you have the Tucson police check the whereabouts of Warner Clark

between 1 and 3 in the morning his wife died?

He may have a homicide.

Don't wake her, Paul.

Kathy played hard today.

I wasn't gonna wake her.

What's the matter, Paul?

What's wrong?

With me?

Or with you?

Maybe with both of us.

I thought we had things going pretty good between us.

So did I.

Then why suddenly is everything falling apart?

Paul.

At the time, I didn't give it much thought.

Somebody driving by, maybe they were large, maybe they were just gawking.

You know, we get a lot of tourists in San Diego.

At the time, I was more interested in my engine.

I didn't know then that we were both interested in the same thing.

What is it, Frank?

I had a report on Warner Clark from the Tucson PD.

You were gonna tell me he has an ironclad alibi.

Well, he was playing poker that night with half the city council

straight through till 5 a.m.

Anything else?

He said his wife had a boyfriend.

Paul Haggerty?

No, Charles Dillon.

The Tucson check on this, Dillon?

Yeah, they said he took a train to San Diego two days ago.

Do you have a description?

Age 27, height 5'11", weight 165, blue eyes, dyed blonde hair.

Yeah, that's what they said, dyed.

I think we better pick him up, huh?

Yeah, Manny, sure.

Go ahead.

Hello, Mr. Orwell?

Yeah.

Who, uh, who were you calling just now?

Message service for the office.

Nothing important.

I've got some work to clean up. I'll be about an hour or so.

Betty. Hi, it's Anne.

Um, I wonder, could Kim come and sit with Kathy for a little while?

I have a few errands to run.

Well, I don't know.

You heard.

Well, I'm all in one piece, I think.

Let me call a doctor.

No, I don't want a doctor.

Are you sure?

I'm sure. I'm fine.

Listen, Harry.

Earlier, I heard Paul call you.

When you answered the phone, he hung up.

Why?

Does he know that I hired you to follow him?

Yeah.

Well, maybe that explains everything.

Only it doesn't really, does it?

I don't, uh, know unless you tell me.

He's been behaving so strangely, Harry.

The way he looks at me and Kathy, almost with sadness.

You want me to get back into...

Yes.

You're sure?

I'm sure.

I have to know the truth.

All right, we have some place to begin.

The names of the hotels and the cities that Paul

stayed when he was away on business just the last year.

There were only three. I can remember those.

All right, all right, give them to me.

Uh, the Regency in New Orleans.

Regency in New Orleans.

Hello, Frank.

Manny, you know how I hate to bother you.

I know, Harry, but you'll do it anyway.

Before you ask, the rundown on calls from those three hotels hasn't come in yet.

But I fed the data from the telephone company into our

computers and the information will be here shortly.

Is that all right with you?

Yeah, yeah.

How'd you make out on Haggerty?

Well, knowing that, he'll probably lead us nowhere.

What does that mean?

Well, the parking attendant at the hotel

thinks he saw Haggerty leave around midnight.

And that's at least an hour before Sharon Clark died.

Well, maybe he faked leaving.

Maybe, Harry, just maybe.

We know something that you don't.

Think that's possible?

That's possible.

Seems Sharon Clark had another boyfriend, a Charles Dillon.

Now, Dillon left Tucson for here in a train.

We checked the schedule.

He arrived in town about two hours before Sharon Clark's body was discovered.

And somebody matching his description took a cab to the Seacrest Hotel.

We think he's still here in San Diego.

Come in, Frank.

We've got an A.T.B. out on him.

What happened to your head, Harry?

A dog bit me.

Kovacs, Davis, Curtis.

Anything on Dillon yet?

No, not yet.

We'll go to work on it.

How many?

Fifty-five percent.

What?

Suicides that don't leave notes.

Harry, is there anything on that that fits into the Sharon Clark case?

I don't think so. I'm not sure.

Are you trying to protect a client, Harry?

Is this officially a criminal case?

Well, no, not yet.

I don't have to tell you.

Hey, this client of yours must be somebody special.

It's somebody I'd like not to get hurt if I can help it.

Harry, if you hold back something from me...

No, Manny, if I put it all together, I'll drop it right in your lap.

Okay, I checked the address he gave me on Haggerty.

Nothing there, anyplace else.

So, just the usual, a social security number, credit

cards, but nothing we can get a real fix on him.

All we know is that Haggerty exists and that he was born.

Where was he born?

A little town north of El Centro, Stillwater.

Thanks.

Frank!

See you, Frank.

So long, Harry.

Find out who got all those calls that Mr. Orwell is so interested in.

Right, Manny.

Manny was right. Paul Haggerty was born here.

He and both of his parents.

And his parents died here, within months of each other.

Davis Curtis. Names all used by Anne's husband on credit cards.

Hi.

Hi. Nice day.

It's a little hot.

Well, mister, you ain't seen real hot like it gets around here sometimes.

118 in the shade, I remember once.

You been here a long time?

Once I went to San Francisco for a week, came back.

Except for that, I've been here about 70 years now.

Maybe you could help me.

Maybe.

You see that plot over there, those little gravestones?

Oh, that's the orphanage plot.

What happened?

Well, it burned down 35 years ago.

We lost half the street in that fire.

Terrible thing.

Them little stones are over there because nine kids never got out at all.

Long time ago, but I can still hear them screaming.

It would have been easy enough for Paul to get copies of their birth certificates

and create several false identities.

If he committed a crime, the police would run around in circles

looking for someone who didn't exist.

But one thing bothered me.

To my knowledge, three of those names hadn't been used yet.

John Gordon, Adam Watson, and Vincent Petrelli.

Hello.

Paul?

Yes.

I don't like it what you're thinking.

But I know that.

Look, you've got a contract and you've already got your advance.

Your man's going to be leaving.

That's him over there, Sergeant.

Uh-huh.

That Dillon?

I'd bet on it.

Yeah.

Wait here.

I'll go around the other side.

Hey, Chuck Dillon!

Police, Charlie.

I know they're people.

I got a gun.

Dillon!

Okay.

Okay, okay!

Look, I told you and told you.

Tell us again, Charles.

Why is it that you ran away from that nice

police officer when he asked you a question?

What for?

You don't believe me?

Sure we believe you.

You know what your problem is?

You have a bad attitude.

Now, maybe if I read to him for a while, it'll calm him down.

This is known as the yellow sheet, Charles.

Only we ran out of that color.

Oh, wow.

You do get around, Charles.

You do get around.

Let's see.

Blackmail.

We have forgery.

Extortion.

Tell me something, Charles.

Why is it all the bad things you've done have to do with older women?

I don't have to answer that question.

No.

Because we already knew that you had something going with Sharon Clark.

Picked up a little cash, some baubles.

That's how it was, right?

Sort of.

What he means is she dumped him.

Then he sort of got angry and he sort of killed her.

Oh, come on.

I told you I never even saw her that night.

I'll give you time to think about that.

Book him, Frank.

Okay, okay, okay.

I did come out here looking for Sharon, but it's not what you think.

Tell us what to think, Charles.

I came out here to warn her.

About what?

About her husband.

He tried to hire me to kill her.

Well, not in so many words, but that's what he wanted.

You got any proof of that?

No.

Book him, Frank.

Let's go.

Hi.

Come on in, Harry.

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.

Is he home?

No, no, he's not.

He left a message for me with his answering service.

He said he had to go to Galveston.

Galveston.

On business.

Let me get this straight, Harry.

First you want me to let Charles Dillon go,

and then you want me to call the Galveston police

and have them run down these three names you gave me?

Well, he could be using any one of the three names, Manny.

And he's probably checked into a hotel.

Harry, I don't look so good with egg on my face.

Manny, Manny, Manny.

If this turns out to be what I think it is, you could help save a life.

I only got four minutes to be on that plane.

Okay, Harry.

Go, I'll make the call.

Goodbye.

Thanks, Manny.

You're supposed to knock when you come into my office, Frank.

I say, come in.

You're already in, Frank.

You run those names I gave you through RNI?

Yeah, both here and in Washington.

Gordon, Watson, Petrelli?

Geez, you've got a great memory, Manny.

What I'm running short of is patience, Frank.

Tell me about the readout.

Well, it seems they all have one thing in common.

Harry Orwell.

Oh?

No, there's nothing here about Harry Orwell.

Am I supposed to keep on guessing, Frank, or are you going to end this suspense?

The one thing they have in common is they're all dead.

Let me see that.

And they're all buried in the same place, a little town called Stillwater.

I think they were all friends, huh?

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Hey, you still want me to call the Galveston Police Department?

No, I'll take care of that.

Okay.

Hey, what about Charles Dillon?

No, I don't think you knew these guys.

That's not what I meant, Manny.

What I meant was, do you think I'd let Dillon go?

Mm-hmm.

As soon as Harry Orwell is made chief of police, you can let Charles Dillon go.

I didn't even know Harry was coming back on active duty.

Frank, give me a break today.

Will you leave me alone, please?

Oh, Manny, just one more thing.

Just a hunch, a hunch.

This guy Petrelli?

Vincent Petrelli?

With a name like that, he could be big trouble.

Didn't you just tell me he was dead, Frank?

Yeah, this is Lieutenant Clement.

I want to talk to the Galveston Police.

Captain Delgado.

Galveston looked like a nice town.

I reminded myself to come back some day, but under different circumstances.

I had called the Galveston Police from the airport,

and they'd come up with one of the names on my list.

Vincent Petrelli.

He was staying at a hotel on the south side, so that's where I was headed.

Over 6th Street, Curly Hair.

Where's Glasson?

That's him.

He caught a cab, maybe 10 minutes ago.

You know where he went?

I heard him tell the driver, uh, 27th and Strand.

That's down by the shipyard.

All right.

27th and Strand.

GALVESTON

You sure or what?

Get on and call the police.

Huh?

Get on and call the police.

Yeah, sure, but, uh, what am I tellin'?

Tell them somebody's about to get killed.

Operator.

Dispatch.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not talking about you.

I'm talking about you.

I'm talking about you.

I'm talking about you.

Brayden!

Freeze!

You too, mister. You'll have to get on.

I knew him.

What was his name?

Vincent Petrelli.

Petrelli?

What time's the plane?

This afternoon, 4.20. Come on, Kathy.

Need a ride?

No, thanks. My neighbors are going to take us.

You have time for lunch?

You mean, do I have time to make lunch?

Well, I was never a very good cook.

Oh.

For old times.

Kathy!

Come on, honey. We're going in the house.

Somebody be there to meet you?

My parents.

New lot?

Or an old one.

But different.

I don't...

Why, Harry?

Why did he do those things?

Why did he marry me?

Why any of it?

Give yourself time.

You'll change the past.

I know.

I just can't really accept it.

Not inside.

I guess maybe I didn't love him more.

But I thought I understood him.

Was it me?

Did I not see what he really was?

Because I didn't want to see him.

Is that why, Harry?

I don't know.

Come on, Kathy.

We're going to fix lunch.

What Paul Verdenhand knew

was an illusion.

You know, the police made a lot of arrests

after they nailed down the facts.

Who Paul killed, and where,

and how, and when, and why.

But the facts

are often poor servants of the truth.

Probably no one will ever know

who Paul Verden really was.