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A private detective tried to make a deal with you?

Harry Orwell.

You know, I'm about to book you as an accessory, Orwell.

Accessory to what?

Don't play dumb.

The man you put me in touch with, the cash, the bombs, called here.

I hope the spies have some probation.

You got more problems than probation.

Bernie Fielding has been murdered.

Murdered?

That's right, and he's the prime suspect.

Are you sure you know where they are?

Yes.

Yes.

No, I can't stop shaking.

It's okay.

Just hurry up.

Yeah.

Let's get out of here.

Frank.

Frank.

Would you have used that?

Yeah.

I would have used it.

Bernie, I was working.

When I work, I get nervous.

I'm not myself.

Is that a crime?

I give myself to my audience.

What's left?

What's left is what does those things.

And you belted a pick wash, Charlie.

That was stupid.

Bernie.

Bernie.

You're my manager, my best friend.

Fix it.

All right.

All right.

I talked to him already.

You start back next week.

If.

If.

No more sauce.

No more markers.

And you give him a week for free.

Oh, forget it.

Are you kidding me?

There are people lined up every day to see me.

I bring millions and millions of dollars into that place every day.

All right.

All right.

All right.

You want me to park cars, too?

Stop gambling, Charlie.

Use some of your money to buy some new material.

Agnew jokes.

You're still doing Agnew jokes.

They never were funny.

Thanks a lot, Pauline.

How come all your wives have been Republicans?

When are you leaving, Charlie?

Gig doesn't start until next week.

I mean, when are you leaving us, Charlie?

Hey, I'm a guest here.

Hey, Bernie.

Be nice.

Bernie.

Vampyra.

Hey, Charlie.

Come here.

Hey, that's amusing.

That's very amusing.

That's amusing.

You're the one who invited him here, remember?

What do you treat him like that for?

Maybe I'm sentimental.

I guess I'll stay that way as long as he keeps earning 25 big ones a week.

This lady had trouble in Los Angeles and relatives in San Diego.

She went to them, they came to me.

The lady and I got together.

Her problem was she stole $25,000 worth of bonds.

And now the lady wanted me to get

permission for her to give back those bonds.

Which is how come I left San Diego and came to Los Angeles.

Look, Phil, what am I supposed to do about it?

Sell it.

I told you before.

Look, just get rid of it and don't argue.

Yeah.

Mr. Fielding?

Yeah.

My name is Harry Orwell.

I'm a private detective.

Yeah?

Which one of my boneheaded clients is it this time?

May I sit down?

Well, it's not a client.

It's an employee.

Your secretary, Emily Weston.

Emily Weston?

Huh?

What about her?

She hired me.

What's so funny?

She's with a private detective.

I mean, she comes to work, she goes home.

She comes to work, she goes home.

In between time, she helped a friend help

himself to $25,000 in bonds out of your sake.

What?

Emily Weston wouldn't do that.

Yeah, well, she did.

Can we talk about it?

Before or after I talk to the police?

Instead.

How long have you known Emily?

Seven years.

Do you want to put her in jail?

Well, so far, you haven't given me a reason not to.

Well, it's a simple one.

You put her in jail, won't get your bonds back.

You sure know how to get to my husband, Mr. Orwell.

Don't you have to take a shower or something?

What's the deal?

You let me try and find the man and get the bonds

back, and if I do, you don't prosecute Emily.

All right, who's the man?

I can't tell you that.

Why not?

Well, you might have them both picked up by the police.

That won't necessarily get your bonds back.

Okay, but those bonds belong to my clients.

They're not insured.

Anybody can cash them.

How much time do you want?

Two weeks.

You got one.

My husband doesn't like being taken.

He's used to being on the other end.

Whatever that means.

Fine.

If you're away from home, you have to have a place to live.

I like to live near the ocean.

In Los Angeles, the ocean is in Santa Monica,

so I rented an apartment in Santa Monica.

The waves are nice and the girls dress

differently at the beach, and that's nice too.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you moving in?

Temporarily.

Well, what's your name?

Orwell.

That's cute.

Orwell, what?

No, Orwell's my last name.

Hello.

My first name's Harry.

I'm sorry.

I'm Betsy.

I'm a stewardess.

I'd say hi, but we didn't.

I want you to meet someone, okay?

Allison!

Stephanie!

We've got a new neighbor.

Harry, Allison, Stephanie.

Hello, girls.

Excuse me.

What did Mr. Fielding say?

He gave you a week.

Come on.

Thank God.

Hey, Betsy, if the phone rings, the door's open.

Will you answer it?

Okay.

This boyfriend of yours, did he have any friends?

A few, but if he mentioned any last names, I don't remember them.

Well, how about some of the places you might hang out?

None in particular I can think of.

Business contacts?

No.

I'm sorry, Mr. Orwell.

I know I'm not being much help.

How long have you known Frank long?

A few months.

Oh, well.

I think you already know the answer to that question.

I know that Frank cared for me.

That I know.

And he also used you to open the vault.

He disappeared with $25,000 in bonds.

Mr. Orwell, if this is too much of a problem, then you...

No, I still got the same problem, how to find him.

We're not even sure he's in the city.

Have any hobbies?

Cats.

Cats?

Catamarans.

Oh.

Frank was gonna use the money that he got for the bonds to buy a franchise,

and then when his business got started, we were gonna put the money back.

Where does he pursue this hobby?

In Malibu, at the Outrigger Club.

You know a Frank Long?

He's about 6 feet, early 40s, got sideburns and a mustache.

He looks like he sells things.

Sure, I know Frank.

That description fits him perfectly.

But are you sure his last name is Long?

Yeah, I wouldn't count on it.

I thought it was Kincaid, something like that.

Yeah, but he drinks a lot, he gets mixed up.

You know where I can find him?

Yeah, I think he's got a place up the beach.

No, he moved out of there last week.

Why don't you try that girl he used to bring down here weekends?

Kathy.

Kathy, Kathy have a last name?

Frank introduced me once, she's a real looker.

Kathy.

I'm Kathy.

Kat.

Kathy.

That narrows it down.

Is this complete?

Yeah, it's complete.

You sure there's nothing else missing?

Just the bonds are on that list.

Their bonds are hard to trace.

I know who stole them.

Who?

My secretary, Emily Weston.

She sent a private investigator down here to make a deal with me.

A private detective tried to make a deal with you?

That's right.

And what's his name?

Harry Orwell.

Yeah.

Yeah, what is it?

Harry Orwell?

Yeah, who are you?

Trench.

Lieutenant Trench.

What do you want?

Maybe you.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Trying to get some sleep.

You do a lot of that down in San Diego?

Is that it?

The balmy weather kind of go to your head sometimes?

You know my name.

And you know I'm a private detective.

I mean, I got a license. You want to see it?

Number, M83456, San Diego PD, good record, retired.

Why don't you just keep it like that?

You did your homework.

We don't have a lot of palm trees.

I put on my shoes.

You know, I'm about to book you as an accessory, Orwell.

Accessory to what?

Don't play dumb.

I'm not playing dumb. That's the real me coming through.

Well, even the real you should know there's been a crime committed,

that you've been covering it up.

And you better have a pretty good explanation.

Well, I do, sort of.

I'm listening.

Now, this very nice lady got hustled,

and she wants to return the bonds,

and she doesn't want anyone to press charges.

Well, forget about the nice lady. We just picked her up.

And we also want to see that the bonds are returned, Orwell.

The whole 500,000.

How much?

Half a million dollars.

I had a new record.

24 hours in Los Angeles, and my client was in jail.

So I knew where to go to tell her she lied to me.

If you have a client, and he's male, and he lies to you,

you could punch him out.

On the other hand, if you're working for a woman,

you can't punch her, so I guess you have to believe her.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

So I tried, and I failed.

And I said, Emily, you lied to me.

Now, not just some trivial little lie, Emily.

$475,000 worth of lie, Emily.

But I am telling you the truth.

Yeah, right up to the point where we talk about the amount.

Mr. Orwell, we only took $25,000.

Why can't you believe me?

Well, because my best subject in school was arithmetic.

And the numbers don't match.

You're $475,000 short.

I didn't take it.

Who else has a combination of the safe?

Besides Mr. Fielding and myself, no one.

Mrs. Fielding?

I'm sure she didn't.

Could your boyfriend have looked over your shoulder

and gotten the combination?

What are you saying?

Well, I'm saying maybe he went back to the well without you.

You're wrong.

Convince me.

Well, Frank doesn't have a key to the office.

And besides, I know that he wouldn't do that.

Was it dark inside the vault?

Yes.

Well, then you couldn't see what he was doing every minute.

You're wrong about Frank.

You're so wrong.

Well, I may be wrong about you, but I'm not wrong about him.

Listen, he conned you into opening the safe.

He took the money. He disappeared.

That does not say very much for him.

Please find him.

I know there's an answer.

Like Kathy, maybe?

Who?

Kathy.

Didn't Frank ever tell you about Kathy?

You are a good detective.

Yeah.

No, Frank's not seeing Kathy anymore.

Well, if he wanted to see her, where would he go to see her?

So I'm gonna stay

Lonesome

I'm okay

Lonesome

Lonesome

I don't wanna get my feet wet, no

Walking in the cold and rain

We got a waitress here named Kathy.

Who wants to know?

Can I talk to you, ma'am?

What?

Can I talk to you?

Can't hear.

Over there.

Are you Kathy Brannon?

That's right. I know you.

No, I don't think so. Harry Orwell?

Well, try me about two o'clock, Harry.

I'm in bed by two o'clock.

Not alone, I hope.

That isn't what I wanted to talk to you about.

I like your cologne.

Your what?

Your cologne. I like it.

I don't use cologne.

Wow.

Hey, I'm trying to find a Frank Long.

Well, if you do find him, belt him in the mouth for me.

Where's the Frank? Do you know where he is?

I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks.

A couple of weeks?

You know, you're the second guy who's been in here tonight looking for him.

Well, if he shows up, give me a call.

This...

This is my number.

Hey, who was the other guy that was looking for him?

Why didn't you talk to him? He's sitting right over there.

Sit down, Orwell.

Looks like we're working the same wavelength.

We're looking for the same man.

You know, I beat you by 20 minutes.

Where are you one up on me?

I hear you paid a little call to Emily Weston.

Yeah.

Are you restoring?

I'm implying to you.

What are the alternatives?

There are plenty.

I'm not going to do it.

The primary.

Mr. Fielding, he found out about 25,000

and I think he ripped off the rest of it for himself.

Now, why would he do a thing like that?

Well, it depends on his financial condition.

Yes, that is what it would depend upon.

Which I'm sure you've already checked out.

But...

I'm not going to tell you.

Will you tell me something?

You can ask.

Why hasn't this been in the newspapers?

I'm sure you can put that one together.

Think about it.

I like the way you operate, Orwell.

Like a cop.

Thank you.

Who knows?

Maybe we'll get along.

Just don't ever keep anything from me.

Then you?

Well, I'm simple.

What I want you to get, you get.

What I don't, you don't.

How about you? Don't you ever say anything?

Well, if I do, I guess that would answer your question, wouldn't it?

Look, this is no time to make an investment like that.

What? Haven't you heard there's a recession?

Yeah.

Well, who are you going to believe, your husband or me, huh?

Look, no, wait a minute, baby.

Look, just be patient, will you?

Yeah.

Look, don't make a decision like that alone.

Sweetie, haven't I always been right about what you should invest in?

Well, right now, I just think you ought to keep your money in bonds.

Right.

Well, Norma, listen, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll fly up there next week and we'll talk about it, okay?

Right.

Right, sweetie, that's the idea.

You bet.

Love to Morrie, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, I will.

I'll see you, sweetie.

You haven't told Norma yet that her bonds are among the missing, have you?

No.

Well, honey, don't you think you should?

And what about your other clients?

Look, just for once, will you mind your own business?

Okay.

Listen, I want him out of here, him and his friends.

Charlie?

Yeah, Charlie.

He's getting on my nerves.

Okay, okay.

Hey, Bernie.

Bernie, hey, you don't still think there's

something going on between me and Charlie, do you?

Now, look, look, I want him out of here by tomorrow.

Okay, okay.

Mr. Fielding is expecting you in the den.

Thank you.

Hi, Mr. Orwell.

How's business?

It's improving.

You come in here making a deal with me to get back

25 grand and that broad hit me for a half a million?

Yeah, and I want to talk to you about that.

Maybe she didn't.

There's no maybes about it, Orwell.

I talked to Emily after you had her thrown in jail.

Look, when we made that deal, we were talking about a different kind of money.

And the only difference is I believe her.

Well, you can believe her. I say she's lying.

Well, what reason would she have to lie?

Reason?

I don't have to give you any reasons.

I don't even know why I let you in here.

Yeah, I think you do.

Oh, now he's a psychiatrist.

Yeah, I think you're worried.

I bet I'm worried.

You're worried I'm putting something together, aren't you?

What are you talking about?

That's why I told you Emily stole the bonds.

And before you called the police, there was enough time for a very smart

operator to take the rest of the bonds and make it look like the same rip-off.

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

Well...

Hey, Ray.

Hello, Betsy.

Why are you looking behind me?

I want to make sure Walter isn't behind you.

Oh, did you meet Walter?

Yeah, he came by this afternoon.

Isn't he cute?

He can shave a 400-pound gorilla, but that don't make him a house pet.

Boy, if Walter heard, you'd call him a gorilla.

Hey, man, hold it, hold it. Don't tell him that. Don't tell him that.

Oh, I forgot.

What did you forget?

Lieutenant Trench called. He said he would call back.

Unpack that, will you?

Would you like me to make dinner for us?

It depends on where Walter is. Where is he?

He went to Santa Barbara.

Not far enough away.

I'll get it.

Hello?

May I tell him who's calling, please?

It's for you.

Miss Kathy Brennan.

Out.

Yeah, this is Harry Orwell.

I've been thinking about what you asked me, about Frank Long.

Yeah, do you know where he is?

I think so.

I saw him a couple of days ago.

Why didn't you tell me that last night?

Oh, well, that detective was there.

And I don't like rapping with cops.

Not since I got two speeding tickets.

Now, where is he?

He took an apartment last week at a place called Skyview Terrace.

Apartment D.

Now, thanks, Kathy.

Nothing. I hope they put him away.

Hey.

Drop by the club later tonight.

I'll buy you a drink.

Throw in some earplugs, you got a deal.

All right, all right.

Who are you?

I want to talk to you about Emily.

Are you interested in what happened to Emily?

How'd you find me?

I'm a private detective. My name's Harry Orwell.

How'd I find you? I interviewed your girlfriends.

Kathy?

Yeah, well, that's not important.

What's important is Emily's in jail.

Yes, I know. I called you.

I called the office and used another name. They told me about it.

I bet you use a lot of other names.

Look, I didn't con Emily.

I needed the money for a catamaran franchise and the bonds were collateral.

So I was out of town trying to raise the money on them.

And that's why I haven't seen her.

That's nice for her speech.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the speech. A good speech.

It just doesn't happen to be true.

Well, what's true?

The truth is you never applied for a catamaran franchise.

I checked.

What do you want me to say?

I don't want you to say anything to me.

I want you to talk to the police about the half a million dollars in bonds.

Half a million? You've got to be kidding me.

They have the serial numbers. I'm not kidding.

Why, that Emily, she set me up.

She's not the type.

No, no, she set me up.

The X-ray showed no bones broken. You've got a hard head, Orwell.

How'd I get here?

I brought you.

You were dragging your feet a little, weren't you, Lieutenant?

I've got more than one case, Orwell.

What happened?

I played dodge to the car and lost.

A car driven by Frank Long or Kincaid or Wilson from Miami or Dallas?

Take your pick. He's made a whole lot of money.

Now that you've contacted him and scared him, he'll really go into a well.

I'm sorry about that. You sure I'm all right?

Technically.

Being sorry doesn't correct matters.

I got hit by a car or a car hit me. I don't know which.

I don't feel good. Can I get out of here?

As far as the hospital's concerned, I'm about to put a tail on you.

That won't do any good. I'd shake it.

In San Diego, maybe. Not in L.A.

What do you want from me?

Just don't keep things from me like we agreed.

Like you agreed.

Either way.

See you later, blabbermouth.

Hi, Betsy.

Harry, I was just writing you a note.

I'm leaving for work in a few minutes. London. I'm filling in for Allison.

Boy, has your line ever been busy.

Give them to me from the top.

First Kathy called.

No, she called twice.

And then Cindy from the Central Credit Bureau called.

And she'll call again.

Then a Pauline Fielding called.

Is she blonde, Harry?

How'd you know that?

Girls can tell.

Are you overstimulated or something?

What? No, no. Did she leave a message?

Yeah, you're supposed to meet her at the Fan Canyon restaurant.

Thanks, Betsy.

I gotta go, Harry.

Yeah.

I'll be back Wednesday.

Well, can't we have dinner or something?

It depends on your friend, Walter. Where is he? Is he here?

Bye.

Bye.

Walter!

Sorry, I'm late, but I just got your message.

Oh, that's all right.

Cold beer, any kind. I don't care. You saw it's cold.

Tell me, Mr. Orwell, how are you progressing in your investigation?

Slowly.

Have you found Emily's boyfriend?

I got close, but he got nervous and ran away.

Thank you.

Well, you'll be able to find him again, won't you?

I'm not sure.

Oh, poor Emily.

Why poor Emily?

Oh, you know.

She opened the safe for her boyfriend and he was supposed to take $25,000

and he actually steals a half a million.

I'm not sure he did that.

Well, who do you think did?

Well, there are a lot of possibilities.

Well, I'd like to hear them.

Why?

Well, because they concern me and my husband.

Well, if I get a clear fix on all of it, I'll let you know.

You didn't invite me here to discuss my theories.

No.

I invited you here to ask you a favor.

Yeah?

Well, you've been going around asking a lot of people a lot of different questions.

That is the nature of my business.

That's exactly what Lieutenant Trench said.

That's the nature of his business.

Well, the nature of my husband's business is investments.

Now, Mr. Orwell, my husband handles a lot of very, very important clients.

I heard that.

Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that

things haven't been going too well for Bernie lately.

In the investment business?

Right.

Um, Mr. Orwell,

the most important quality my husband has to

have going for him with his clients is trust.

Yeah, if they find out the bond's a mission, then...

Right, right, right.

He's, uh, walking a very narrow line right now,

and this whole thing might just wipe him out.

Well, I'll tell you what, Mrs. Fielding.

I will tread very softly.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Yeah, well, if Lieutenant Trench can do it, so can I.

What?

Tread softly.

To begin with, I was being followed.

By one of Trench's men.

So why did Mrs. Fielding want to talk to me?

Did she come of her own free will?

Or was she sent?

Well, who could send her? Mr. Fielding?

I'm trying to remember if I owed anybody money.

Also, how come a detective working for the city was

following me in a car that cost that much money?

Unless he was somebody else working for somebody else.

Now, back to the Fieldings.

If, repeat if, he sent his wife after me to stop me a little,

what did he expect me to know?

But he was wrong, because I didn't know it yet.

If he did send his wife,

otherwise, what did she want?

Now, back to the guy following me.

I have this thing about people following me.

If I know who they are, I don't like to interfere with their earning a living.

But if I don't know, I can't keep my mind on my thinking.

There's too much noise.

I have this owl who sits on my shoulder, and he talks in my ear, and he says,

Who? Who? Who?

Who?

It's me.

I lost him.

I don't know how I lost him. He turns a corner and disappears.

I didn't blow it.

I'll stay here and sit in his car. He's got to come back for it sometime.

Okay.

Go easy on my foot!

Now, let's talk a little.

Hey, look, pal, we're both in the same business.

Identifications of my co-pilot...

I'd rather believe you.

What do you want?

The name of the guy you're working for.

No dice.

Confidence. You know the rules.

Yeah, but it's your foot.

Okay. The guy's name is Bernie Fielding.

Mr. Fielding in.

Is he expecting you?

Yeah, he's expecting me.

Mr. Fielding is quite fond of Beto.

Yeah.

Nobody touches anything until Forensic is finished.

Mr. Fielding, I'm sorry about your husband.

I want you to understand you'll have to make a formal statement at a later time,

but right now I want to ask you both where you were when it happened.

We were a couple of houses down at a cocktail party.

How did you find out about it?

Uh, Sarah, the maid, called us down there.

What time did you leave for the party?

About 8.30.

Was Mr. Fielding invited?

He had some very important calls to make.

Business. He was going to join us there later.

Look, I don't like these questions.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask them.

Tell me the name of the people who threw the party.

Uh, Jim and Betty White.

Did either of you leave the party at any time before the maid called?

No.

No.

I knew this was going to happen.

I knew something was going to happen.

Why, Mrs. Fielding?

Dad's...

Everything, everything was just falling apart.

Charlie...

Lieutenant, her husband just killed himself.

Why all the questions?

Well, uh, why don't you go upstairs?

Perhaps we can talk later.

Oh, thank you very much.

What do you think?

We've got a good lab.

It'll tell us a lot.

There was no suicide note?

No goodbye, cruel world?

Seventy percent of the time, there wasn't any note.

Well, he was shot up close.

A friend could get up close.

So could an enemy, if he was holding a gun.

Let's leave it up to the lab.

Here I was, enjoying myself with a boring dinner party.

Now all of a sudden, I've got a dead man on my hands.

I've got Emily Weston out on the street.

Maybe with her boyfriend, who's still...

What do you mean, Emily Weston's out on the street?

She got bailed out.

Don't tell me you don't know.

Who bailed her out?

That, I don't have to give you.

I got an idea.

I thought you would.

Let's trade information.

What do you got?

You first.

All right.

Emily got bailed out by her boyfriend, Frank Long.

Now you.

I checked with the credit people, and fielding was about to go under.

That's it?

I had that last Christmas, Orwell.

Of course, you knew that.

Lieutenant French, you've just been had.

All right, Orwell. No more trading information.

No more deals. You got that?

You have made yourself perfectly clear.

Good.

You want something for nothing?

Yeah.

Emily and Frank had plenty of time to drop by here after we let her go.

No motive. Why would they want to kill fielding?

Revenge.

Fielding turned Emily in after he made a deal with you not to.

That's reaching.

You're right.

You got any thoughts?

Just one. You think it is murder.

When the lab confirms it, I'll let you know.

On second thought, I won't.

Frank.

Anybody follow you?

I did exactly what you told me.

I took a bus, and then I transferred to a cab,

and then I walked the last couple of blocks.

You know, you're really something.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, you fooled everybody, including me.

A half a million dollars?

You know that we could go all over the world with that?

Frank.

Is the money that important?

Well, half a million.

And what if there is no half a million?

What are you talking about?

I don't know anything about that money.

You...

I don't have the bonds.

Why didn't you get in touch, Frank?

Huh?

Why didn't you call?

I was busy.

You never meant...

any of those things that you said.

You were never gonna see me again.

No, no, no, Emily. That's not true.

Tell me the truth, Frank. That's not too much to ask.

Yes.

Thanks.

I guess it is too much to ask.

Emily.

The police are looking for me. I have to get out of here.

Come with me.

Do you really want me?

Yes, I really want you.

Okay. On one condition.

That we return the bonds.

Now, look, Emily, I...

I spent my last $200 bailing you out of jail.

Now, those bonds could take us a long way.

Then you still have them.

Well, of course.

Let me call Mr. Orwell. I know he'll help us return them.

Emily, my dear, we could go to jail.

Maybe not.

If we return them of our own free will,

they would take that under consideration, wouldn't they?

But why him?

Mr. Orwell was very nice to me, Frank.

Oh. Well, he wasn't very nice to me.

Yeah, this is Harry Orwell.

Harry, this is Emily.

Where are you?

With Frank.

Harry, he wants to, um, you know, turn himself in.

Has he got the bonds with him?

Yes.

All right, I want you to tell me where you are,

and then I want you to stay there until I get there.

Emily.

Where are they?

Right over there.

I hope this buys us some probation.

You got more problems than probation.

Bernie Fielding has been murdered.

Murdered?

That's right, and he's the prime suspect.

Me?

That's right.

Frank couldn't have done it.

Well, of course not. I can convince you of it.

Don't convince me. Convince the police.

Come on, let's get out of here.

How's Mrs. Fielding?

Mrs. Fielding's fine. Come on, let's get out of here.

Was she there when it happened?

No, she was down the street at a party with one of her houseguests.

Come on, let's go.

Charlie Doyle.

That's right, Charlie Doyle. What about him?

He and Mrs. Fielding used to see each other before she knew Mr. Fielding.

Yeah, so?

I overheard a conversation in Mr. Fielding's office.

Charlie Doyle is in debt in Las Vegas.

He has $100,000 out in markers.

Emily, you're my client. Why don't you tell me these things?

Did he try to borrow some money from Fielding?

And Fielding couldn't lend it.

Well, of course he couldn't. He was broke.

Why don't you tell me these things?

I should steal from Mr. Fielding and then betray his confidence?

Come on, we're gonna find a telephone.

You're gonna tell the exact same thing to Lieutenant Trench.

Here, you take that back. Maybe it'll help your case. Come on.

Police just called.

They'll be here in an hour to ask some more questions.

They said it wasn't a suicide.

Bernie, he didn't commit suicide.

But now I know who did kill him.

It was you.

Charlie, Bernie found out.

I had to.

You had to kill him?

The man you put me in touch with that cashed the bombs called here.

He picked up the extension. He heard everything, Charlie.

He was gonna call the police.

The party. I couldn't find you for a long time.

You came back here, didn't you?

Oh, Pauline.

I went along with stealing those bonds because you told me they were insured.

But they weren't.

Hey, I thought they were.

Bernie and me, we had our beefs.

But I loved the guy.

And you killed him.

Hey, Charlie.

The police can't prove anything. Nothing.

They won't have to, Pauline.

Because I'm gonna tell them.

Charlie.

That's it, Pauline.

You and I are going for a little walk.

I was a rental job, Charlie.

Just like Bernie's other wives.

Only I lived with him for five years.

He was going bankrupt and he was gonna leave me with nothing.

Five long years for nothing, Charlie?

Move. Move! You get back there!

I won't tell, Pauline. I promise.

I promise.

Yes, you will. Yes, you will.

I'm not gonna shoot you, Charlie. You're gonna slip.

And you're gonna fall.

After you kill him, then you'll have to kill me.

Then you'll have to kill Lieutenant Trench, who's on his way here with a warrant.

Then you'll have to kill his partner.

That's an awful lot of killing, lady.

No!

Thank you, Mr. Rowell.

Yeah, forget it, Charlie.

Good morning.

Yeah, Mrs. Fielding's gonna want to make a statement.

She threw the gun over the cliff. She'll be on the beach somewhere.

Charlie here wants to tell you something, too.

Bring him the rights, then book him.

I'll be down in a minute to get his statement.

Your client called.

She and her boyfriend are coming in.

Is that why you were ten minutes late getting here?

No. You have a shorter drive.

But I don't have a siren and a red flashing light.

I'll tell you what you do have, Rowell.

What's that?

You tell him.

Experience.

Very good attorney.

When's the hearing?

The 10th.

We're hoping for probation, and I think we have a good chance of doing it.

Talk to Lieutenant Trench. He's gonna say a word for you.

Oh, thanks, Harry.

How about you and Frank?

Well, I'd be kidding myself again if I said it was all gonna be roses.

But I love him.

Now, Emily, he ran out on you before.

Yeah, I know, and he might run out on me again.

He wants to get married.

That's something.

That's something.

Harry, I...

Um...

You...

Oh.

Come on.

I don't think I could ever find just the right words.

Come on.

Thank you again, Harry.

Now, what's that?

It's our dinner.

Our dinner? Wait a minute, where's Walter?

Walter doesn't own me.

Yeah, I don't care about that. I wanna know where he is.

Oh, didn't I tell you? He left for Canada this morning.

That's far enough.

Oh.