All language subtitles for McCloud S03E02 The Barefoot Stewardess Caper

I hate to tell you this,
but one or more of you

charming young ladies
is a thief.

What are you doing in England?

I've been chasin' down
those stolen jewels.

Maybe a murderer
in the bargain.

What are you doing in France?

The two of you get on the first
plane back to New York.

That is on order!
That is final!

[whistling]

[tires screeching]

[instrumental music]

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[glass creaking]

[table clanking]

[torch clicking]

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[engine rumbling]

Eva on P.A.: Ladies
and gentlemen,

would you please
return to your seats

and fill out your
immigration cards.

If you have any problems, one of
us will be more than happy

to assist you.

We will be landing
at the London Airport

in approximately 20 minutes.

Thank you.

[applauding]

Until later, my dear.

[engine rumbling]

[instrumental music]

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[lock clacking]

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[gunshot]

You?

[engine whirring]

I have special order A-T 29,

two diabetic dinners, flight 68.

- Where are they?
- They'll be here.

And what're they gonna do
with their jewels?

You're getting over anxious,
Sabrina.

Eva: These do not go aboard
for another 15 minutes.

There is plenty of time.

[engine rumbling]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Three more, please.

Well, two of my sunbathers
seem to be missing.

Maria and Vicki
didn't make the flight.

- Was there trouble?
- We don't know.

We haven't heard
a word from them

since we left Sir Thomas' flat.

I hope neither one of them
was carrying the Marchesa.

Well, without this our entire
project is meaningless.

You still plan
to go through with it?

Haven't found any reason
not to.

I'll give you two...

Vicki and Maria.

Something went wrong, Alex.

There was nothing in the
newspapers about an arrest.

There wasn't anything
about a robbery either.

Yes, it's curious.

Or clever.

If the English fuzz
did grab them,

they just might not want
to tip us off.

No. You underestimate yourself,
Sabrina.

You girls have come up in the
world under my astute tutelage.

You've embarrassed half the
police departments in Europe.

Believe me, if Scotland Yard
had our friends

they'd be bumping into
each other taking bows.

Then what happened to them?

I hate to tell you this,
but one or more of you

charming young ladies
is a thief.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That sounds like
more than a bad joke, Alex.

I never make jokes,
and I'm being cheated even.

These are Interpol reports
on our latest endeavors.

In each case,
there's one or two items

that show up on the reports
that didn't show up here.

At the moment it adds up
something like $200,000.

Now apparently, someone is
building a private nest egg

at the expense of the others.

And you think that's why
Vicki and Maria split?

Well, you must admit
it's an intriguing possibility.

If it's true, I'd like to get
my hands on them.

If it's true true, there won't
be enough left of 'em.

[instrumental music]

Joe: This city averages three
and a half homicides a day,

now they want us to solve one
that happened 3000 miles away.

Sam: What do we know about
this Maria Ramirez?

Joe: They fished her body out of
the Thames last night.

- Well, you got any leads?
- Not much.

Guess that's what they're hoping
we'll come up with on this end.

- Joe!
Joe: You got something?

Yeah.

Joe: If it is real,
it's worth a fortune.

Chief sent us over here
to see if we could find

a lead in a murder case,
I think maybe we found it.

[knocking on door]

Brian: Ms. Erickson,
are you there?

[doorknob clanking]

You bet.

[knocking on door]

[door clanking]

[door opens]

Jewelry, huh?
What kind of jewelry?

One piece was in the shape
of a large butterfly

covered with stones.

I thought you could
check the hot sheet.

If that butterfly is
three inches across

and covered with diamonds,
I don't have to

check the hot sheet.

The Sherry Netherlands Job.

I've got a unit on the way,
chief.

Don't touch anything, above all,
don't make any arrests.

Right, chief.

Wouldn't you know?

Toughest jewel ring
we've come up against,

McCloud and his clodhoppers
tripped over the first lead.

[clanking]

[door clanking]

[door opens]

You've got something that
belongs to my client,

and he wants it back!

[gasping]

Stay here and keep your eye
on that building.

Simms: Right.
Joe: I'll fill you in a minute.

[sighing] Little girls who lie
don't go to heaven.

- I said, the diamond brooch.
- The Marchesa?

Oh, that's marvelous.

Now we're communicating.

Where is it?

[indistinct chattering]

Anything?

[indistinct chattering]

Well, there sure is a row
goin' on in there.

I can't make it out though.

Chief says to take it slow.
It could be big.

Simms and Hanson are downstairs.
I got to fill them in.

Hang onto this, and give a
holler if you need any help.

I don't even know
where it is now.

In a month or two
it will be in London.

You get one week! One week!

And then Sir Thomas
goes to the coppers...

and you, you'll go to the nick

until that pretty little
face of yours

is as withered
as a sad old prune.

And, uh, by the way, love...

I'm on a retainer,
so I'll be keeping you company

until you settle up...

one way or the other, darling.

[door closes]

[whistling]

The doorman just gave me
the high sign.

The guy leavin' is the one
went up to the apartment.

You take him, Joe.
I'll stay with whoever's inside.

Right.

[engine sputtering]

You with me, McCloud?

Loud and clear, Simms.

Simms: Looks like bat day
in Shea stadium.

The doorman just signaled us.
We got two more players.

[door thudding]

[gasping]

Well, Vicki...

- You certainly--
- Maria's dead.

Sir Thomas shot her.

I hit him.
I almost killed him.

There was nothing in the paper
about any of this.

There probably won't be,
for at least for a week.

Why a week?

Sir Thomas hired someone
to get his jewels back,

especially the Marchesa brooch.

If it isn't returned within a
week, he will go to the police.

Eva: We'll let Alex handle this.

We're due at the airport
in 20 minutes.

I'm not going, Eva!
I'm through.

I can do a lot of running
in a week.

We're all tied together, Vicki.

You do something foolish
and the rest of us suffer.

Besides, if the police
don't get you, Alex will.

Your ladies are leaving,
McCloud.

- All of 'em?
- No just two.

What happened to the other one?

Maybe she's expecting
another group.

I think she's on her way down.

[dramatic music]

[whistling]

[tires screeching]

Hey, what's the matter
with you, Mac?

You want to get yourself killed?

McCloud: Official police
business.

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McCloud?

- Thank you very much.
- What're you doing here?

Those three stewardesses are
workin' a flight to London.

- Which one?
- Flight 19.

That's funny.

Our friend just bought a ticket
on the same flight.

His name is Brian Stone.

That's all I could come up with.

- McCloud, where're you going?
- London.

London?

We're tied into a murder, Joe,
and enough stolen jewels

to stuff a good sized turkey,
we can't drop it now.

But we don't have any
jurisdiction in London.

You read your police manual,
Joe. Section 12-8-7.

The law of close pursuit.

If a duly authorized police
officer runs the risk

of losing a suspected felon due
to jurisdictional boundaries,

said officer may crossover
said boundaries

and continue his pursuit
of said suspect.

But that was only intended
to cover going into Jersey.

Don't pick lint, Joe.
You're quibblin'.

- Well, where are they?
- Who?

McCloud and Broadhurst.
Who else?

- They took off.
- Took off where?

They didn't say.

There better be more than
furniture in that apartment.

This is official business.

We'd like two tickets to London,
flight 19.

You can charge 'em to the New
York City Police Department,

care of Chief Peter B. Clifford.

- McCloud.
- Give me your wrist, Joe.

- What for?
- You're under arrest.

[engine whirring]

We'd like a quite corner
to ourselves.

- Is he dangerous?
- Afraid so, ma'am.

Oh. You can sit right here
in the lounge.

- Much obliged.
- What did he do?

Wouldn't want you to hear it.

[instrumental music]

Man on P.A.: Air France,
flight 10-14,

is now ready for boarding.

All passengers holding...

Hello, Chief Clifford.

Ah, Chief Inspector Mills,
Scotland Yard.

We have your two officers here,
McCloud and Broadhurst.

You have them?

I don't understand.

They're going through
immigration now.

Immigration? Immigration where?

Well, London, of course.

London? London, England?

There he is, marshal.

Uh, Marshal McCloud,
I'm Mills of Scotland Yard.

Your Chief Clifford would
like a word with you.

- Chief inspector.
- Hm?

Yeah, chief?

McCloud,
have you lost your mind?

What are you doing in England?

We're chasing down
those stolen jewels,

maybe a murderer in the bargain.

McCloud, there were no jewels
in that apartment.

Now would you mind
taking the time

to tell me what you're up to?

Marshal, your gentleman suspect
is at the baggage area.

Chief, I don't have time
to explain it to you now.

As a matter of fact,
I don't have the time to

know what we got yet,
but we got something,

and you were right, it's big.

I-- I'll keep in touch, chief.

What is it precisely is it
we're after?

Rings, brooches,
bracelets, the works.

[engine revving]

Sam: I figure these stewardesses
could be transporting

the stolen goods
from country to country.

You've actually seen these
pieces of jewelry?

Oh, you bet you.
With my own eyes.

The jewels were in the girls'
possession

until they made contact
with a man named Stone,

Brian Stone.

And then the gems were gone.

Now he was on the plane
with them,

and he's in that car
right up ahead.

[telephone buzzing]

Yes?

Oh, that's good. Yeah.

Yes, well,
maintain your surveillance.

Everyone who goes in or out.

Your three stewardesses
went directly to London

and checked into a hotel.

Man 1: Inspector.
Mills: Yes, I see it.

- Something wrong?
- Yes.

He's heading
for the Devonshire Club.

Strictly upper crust.

I mean, political,
financial, whatever.

Good. Maybe he's leading us
right to the top man.

Well, that's bad.

I mean, even to catch a top man,
you... [chuckling]

you don't go bursting into
the Devonshire Club uninvited.

Well, I mean,
it just isn't done.

[gunshot]

When will I get the Marchesa?

- May take another week.
- That's cutting it too close.

Look, you didn't want to
make waves.

That means
I have to be gentle,

and you have got to be patient.

- Alright?
- Alright. One week.

But that's the outside.
I must have that brooch back.

I'm afraid you've made
a mistake, marshal.

You know him?

Well, everyone knows
Sir Thomas Langdon.

One of the most decorated
Spitfire pilots of World War II.

Mills: Cinderella financier,
and he married royalty.

He's a regular folk hero.

Doesn't make much sense.

- Does it?
- What?

Why would a man like that
would be involved

with a jewel thief ring,
murder maybe.

Marshal, I assure you,
you're on the wrong track,

and I'm afraid I cannot permit
you to disturb Sir Thomas.

Uh, Chief Inspector, the suspect
is just passing something

to Sir Thomas.

Well, this isn't going to
sit well with number one.

Look, trust me, will you?

Everything's worked out
alright so far.

- They found the girl's body.
- Well...

They didn't find her on your
doorstep though, did they?

You don't see cops buzzing
all over the place, do you?

Sir Thomas?

I'll take charge here, marshal.

This is a private club. May I
ask what you're doing here?

Uh, Chief Inspector Mills.
I'm sorry to disturb you, sir,

but we've been asked
to cooperate on an inquiry.

What sort of inquiry?

Uh, jewels and such.

Mills: That might tie
into a murder.

Murder?

What in blazes could that
possibly have to do with me?

Does superintendent Rogers
know you've come here?

Well, actually, no, sir.

Then I suggest you go back
and take

the matter up with him.

If he chooses to endorse

this unwarranted intrusion,

I'll deal with him.

Sir Thomas, there's no reason
to take offense.

If you'll just cooperate, why,

we can can take care this
real easy.

Just who is this?

Uh, this is Marshal McCloud
from T-- T-- Taos, New Mexico.

- Close enough.
- Where?

McCloud: I'm on temporary
assignment

with the New York City
Police Department.

Now, if you'll just show us
that box that passed

between you two of you,

we can get this settled
real easy.

Is that what this is all about?

I'm afraid it is.

Is this what you're
talking about?

Well, it seems to be.

Mills: Hm. Is this all he gave
you, sir?

Yes, it is,
but to complete this travesty,

I want you to search my person,

and whilst you're at it,
Mr. Stone as well...

I don't recall your mentioning
any pearls, marshal.

Mr. Stone,
would you mind telling me

where you got these pearls?

Tell him.

From a certain young lady who--

A young lady I'd met
on an airplane

with whom I'd spent several,

shall we say, evenings...

apparently decided to help
herself to my wife's pearls.

Hm.

Well, she had mighty good taste.

If you're referring
to the pearls,

marshal, you're quite correct.

They're valued at over
10,000 pounds.

Twenty-five thousand
American dollars.

You make a habit of keepin'
$25,000 pearls laying around?

You've a good point.

The truth of the matter is
I don't remember.

I seem to recall
showing them to her,

we'd had a few drinks.

I'm suppose she felt
I'd actually given them to her.

In any case. Mr. Stone,
acting on my behalf,

was able to come to terms
with the young lady.

You bought back your own pearls?

My wife is due back
from St. Moritz in one week.

I'd have paid any price
to settle this matter

before her return.

I quite understand, sir.

If you have no more questions,
marshal, we'll be on our way.

Sir Thomas, the girl
that you met on the airplane,

was she a stewardess?

As a matter of fact she was,
Ms. Erickson, Vicki Erickson.

And the only thing she took
was the pearls?

Yes. As far as I'm concerned
this matter is now closed.

As far as Scotland Yard
is concerned,

the matter is closed
as well, sir.

Please accept my apologies
for this intrusion.

Under the circumstances,
I suppose you thought

you were doing your job.

- Good day. Good day, marshal.
- Good day.

[instrumental music]

Mills: Marshal,
let me be frank...

I don't thing you have enough
evidence to warrant

pursuing this any further.

I can't blame you for feeling
the way that you do.

And I don't expect you
to put in any more time

on this for my sake.

Oh, that's very civilized.

I thought we were going to have
trouble convincing you.

Oh, no, no, no, sir.

You-- you've been
more than cooperative.

You can just drop me down in
London anywhere it's convenient.

Oh, just as convenient to drop
you back at the airport.

Well, it's kinda far,
the airport.

Besides, my sergeant
probably got us

checked into a hotel by now.

Marshal, you are going home,
aren't you?

I mean, we did decide
it was foolish

to put any more time
into this thing, didn't we?

Well, I believe that
we decided it was foolish

for you to spend any more
of your time on this.

As long as I'm here,
I might as well just

nose around a little more.

Marshal McCloud, I am trying
very hard to treat you

with the same respect
and courtesy

I would hope to be shown to me
in your country.

But you are making that
very difficult.

Now, I am asking you...

No, I am ordering you to cease
and desist all activities

relating to official
police business.

I mean, you,
you have no authority here.

You're a guest and a very
temporary one at that.

Do I make myself clear?

Coming in like a backwoods
preacher on a cold night.

Alright, I give up.
What does that mean?

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Well, now, you don't really
expect me to believe

that Sir Thomas Langdon,
Lord Knight of the realm

shot a thief caught in the act
of a robbery,

and then for some obscure reason
dumped her body into the Thames?

I don't know why he did it,
he just did it.

Or more likely, Maria caught you

with your finger
in the cookie jar

and got herself killed
for her trouble.

What're you talking about now?

About $200,000 worth of extras
that one of you girls,

or all of you together,

has been holding back
from each of the robberies.

If I'd had $200,000 worth
of jewels hidden away

when I saw Maria lying there,

I would have run so far
you'd never have seen me again.

That, at least,
has a ring of truth about it.

That leaves us
with a question...

Why didn't Sir Thomas report
the robbery or the shooting?

What difference does it make?

He's given us one week
to get the brooch back,

then he's going to the police.

One week.

Is that all you have to say?

Well, this is a time
for thinking not for talking.

- What is there to think about?
- The possibilities.

The possibility of stepping up
our timetable...

stealing the whole
Marchesa collection

within the next three days.

You're crazy. It can't be done.

No, no, no. It might work
to our advantage.

Three different countries
in three days.

We'd have each piece of the
collection in our hands

before three different
police departments

could compare notes and see
the pattern of what we're after.

And then what?

Then we quit for good.

And by Sunday when the police
begin to see what happened,

we'll all be in Rio.

Not all, Alex.

There's one
we can't take with us.

Mills: Very young, very lovely.

Hardly a fitting end.

Okay.

[scoffing] So far, we haven't
turned up a clue.

- Lots of coincidences though.
- Such as?

Well, the girl that steals
a string of pearls

from Sir Thomas Langdon
is also the girl in whose room

we find thousands of dollars
worth of jewels.

Being a little dishonest

is like being a little bit
pregnant, marshal.

Sooner or later
it leads to bigger things.

Inspector, if a girl is mixed up
with robberies

in the hundreds of thousands,
you tell me...

why would she go back to lifting
a single strand of pearls

off an old man?

Old man?

Well, Sir Thomas isn't any older
than I am.

And quite likely the girl merely
found him attractive and...

[chuckling] Well, I mean,
she couldn't help herself.

Any more coincidences
troubling you?

Yes, there's one big one.

Maria Ramirez is murdered,

and she's also tied in very
closely with Vicki Erickson

and the jewels.

That's...
interesting theory, marshal.

I'll try and keep in touch with
you in New York and let you know

what happens this end.

Well, to tell you the truth,
inspector,

I wasn't figurin' on goin' back
to New York just yet.

Marshal, neither those girls
nor Brian Stone

took any jewels off that plane.

We've proved that
both electronically

and to my satisfaction,
logically.

Naturally, the pearls didn't
show up on the test

because they have no metal base.

Those rings and brooches,
on the other hand,

would certainly have triggered
the airline sensing devices.

Hence, no jewels,
no contraband, no case.

Now, I, um...

I didn't want to have to put it
quite this way,

but, uh, I had a chat
with your Chief Clifford.

He wants you to leave
for America at once.

- McCloud.
- Joe.

- Did she come up with anything?
- Not much.

Ms. Erickson took a bus ride,
sat next to a guy.

I couldn't get close enough
to pick up anything

without being spotted.

- That's all?
- No, one more thing.

- A wire from the chief.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Well, I, I think I've already
got that message.

Unless our services are
specifically requested

by the London Police Department,

we're to return home
on the first available flight.

Yes. That would be at
7 o'clock tomorrow morning.

I took the liberty of, uh,
confirming space for you.

[engine whirring

Have got a couple tickets
for Marshal McCloud

and Sergeant Broadhurst,
New York City?

Allow me, marshal.

These tickets were wired to care
of me early this morning.

My instructions were to see that
you got off without difficulty.

I wonder if this is
anything like being

run out of town on a rail.

[chuckling] That's what I like
about you Yanks,

you have such
a keen sense of humor.

Ah, you,
you better hurry aboard now.

Have a safe journey.

And give my best to your chief.

Cheerio.

McCloud: There you go, Joe.

Seats 10, D and E.
Right down here on your left.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Seats 5, A and C.
Right down on your left.

Thank you.

I'll flip you
for the window, Joe.

[Joe chuckling] You take it.
I can't stand heights.

- Miss...
Woman 1: Yes.

Ah, you see that plane
sittin' over yonder...

Can you tell me
where that's goin'?

Hm, that's 42.
Our morning flight to Paris.

Much obliged.

Wait a minute. Now, this is one
too many coincidences.

- What is?
- Take a look.

We'd like to turn these tickets
back in.

- Very well, sir.
- McCloud...

We're suppose to leave this
in the hands of

the local police officials,
they know what they're doing.

Local police department doesn't
know anything about in Paris.

Maybe Brian Stone is still

working on the case
for Sir Thomas.

Well, that's just
the problem, Joe.

There're just too many "Maybes"
starin' us in the face.

Maybe Sir Thomas was lyin' when
he said the case was closed.

Maybe these girls
are carryin' stuff

they don't even know about.

Maybe that's why Brian Stone's
following 'em.

And maybe that puts them
in the same danger

that got their friend
Maria Ramirez killed.

That's an awful lot of "Maybes."

I knew you'd agree with me.

I'm sorry, sir, but these
tickets are not refundable.

Except at the point of purchase
in New York City.

We don't want a refund,
want to trade 'em in.

Man 2: On what, sir?
- Two tickets to Paris.

[instrumental music]

Good mornin', ma'am.

[music continues]

Alex: I'm not surprised to find
Sabrina's our little traitor.

You're taking it very lightly

considering she could get us
all put away.

I don't intend to spend
the next 20 years

locked up with nothing
but women.

That would be a waste.

However, I can't allow ourselves
to over react.

What does that mean?

That it's difficult to
find someone with Sabrina's

knowledge of electrical circuits
and security systems,

who hasn't at least
dabbled in burglary.

And without that certain degree
of professionalism, you girls

would have set off half
the alarms in Europe by now.

Alright, Alex.

I guess we need her
for the time being.

But there's another problem and
this one needs dealing with now.

Well, that's what I'm here for.
What is it?

We've picked up a traveling
companion, a cop.

You saved that for last.

Well, he's not a regular cop.

And to tell you the truth,
I don't know what he is.

He was on the plane
from New York

and then on the flight again
this morning from London.

- He's American?
- Is he ever.

He wears a cowboy hat,

boots, six-gun,
the whole works.

That's not a cop,
that's a cowboy.

I suggest you take him
more seriously, Alex. I do.

Alright, you came to Alex
to fix it, I'll fix it.

Okay.

- Excuse me.
- Oui, monsieur?

Uh, you see, I'm kind of a
stranger in these parts,

but, uh, that girl was just
about the prettiest girl

that I've ever seen.

Ah, y-- yes.

Would you mind if I took her
glass just to remember her by?

Would, uh, would that
take care of it?

Oh, oui, monsieur.
Very generous.

But, uh, that is his glass
you are holding, not hers.

Well, a glass is a glass.

Vicki: What about security?

Well, we will enter one by one
through the east entrance.

The guard there is a member
of the permanent staff,

but he has an eye for a shapely
leg and a taste for the grape.

We shall see that both of those
desires are satisfied.

[knock on door]

Alright, see who it is.

Marshal McCloud.

Miss Erickson?

- Vicki Erickson, is it?
- Yes?

You know, I had a hard time
finding your hotel.

Aren't you going to invite
the marshal in, Vicki?

Oh, yes, of course, marshal.

Thank you, ma'am.

I won't take,
but a minute of your time.

Well, take as much as you want.

Is this visit official, marshal?

Well, I really don't have
any official authority

here in Paris, France,
but even if I did, I, uh,

I really can't imagine
my calling on you

lovely young ladies as being
anything except pure pleasure.

They sure must pile it high
back in New Mexico.

As long as I'm here
I thought maybe I might mix

a little business
with pleasure.

How's that?

I was hoping maybe
I could persuade

Miss Erickson to have dinner
with me.

Got a couple of questions
I'd like to get answered.

Q-- questions?

About what?

About Maria Ramirez.

[instrumental music]

You're about as quiet as a moth
in a cotton box.

I'm sorry, you haven't asked me
one question about Maria.

I want to find out
who killed her.

I'm afraid it's not a very
appetizing subject, marshal.

I have a proposition to make.

Okay.

Tonight we share
the beauty of Paris.

Tomorrow I'll tell you
about Maria.

Deal?

You know, a man would be
plumb foolish

to turn that down.

Would you like to see
the wine list, monsieur?

Oh, no, that's, uh,
that's alright.

Just bring us some
Chateau Lafite Rothschild

in your cheapest year.

[chuckles]
Certainly, monsieur.

I must say you're not at all
what I expected.

- Really?
- Of a cowboy, I mean.

Well, French restaurants
are most all the same.

I suspect that's true
even in France.

You just order a champagne
before, and cognac after

and you make a fuss over
what comes in between.

[laughs]

Vicki:
Oh, Sam, I have enjoyed myself.

Well, you don't have to sound
so surprised about it.

Well, it's been a long time
since I've been able

to laugh with a man.

Well, you're a little young
to have cut yourself off

from half the world.

Well, let's say I opened up
a little too much

to the wrong one.

Your husband?

- Someone else's.
- Oh.

Excuse me,
I didn't mean to get nosy.

[chuckles]

Ever since I was a little girl
I could see only one thing,

standing on the
highest platform,

accepting an Olympic gold medal
for my country.

- Swimming?
- Gymnastics.

I made it to the Olympics,
but that's as far as I got.

So I, uh, decided to find out
what I'd been missing

for all those years.

You know, a girl meets
a great many men flying...

a lot of them married.

I thought I'd fall in love
with one of the unmarried ones.

It took me three years
to find out

my new life was a lie.

Well, that's, that's not
the end of the world.

It's not a very good
beginning either.

I have a plan, Sam.

Call it a philosophy.

Grab what you can when you can
and then build your own world.

So when I go back home
it will be to stay.

[switch clicks]

Paris.

Nothin' else works,
why should the light?

Joe!

Joe, are you here?

[clattering]

LeBlanc: The fingerprints
you have given us

belong to a man
named Alex Demarest.

Well, then he does have
a criminal record?

Oh, yes.

I would say he is one of the

three biggest fences

in this country or

any country for that matter.

He is international.

- Jewels?
- Yes.

[knock on door]

- Chief.
- Yeah, what is it?

I sent a car out to the airport
to pick up McCloud

and Broadhurst
just like you said.

Fine, fine, I'll put you in
for a promotion.

I'll settle for
McCloud and Broadhurst.

They weren't on the airplane.

Jeanie, get me Inspector Mills
in London.

- I already called London.
- What?

I thought you'd want me
to follow up on this thing.

And...

I, uh, I spoke
to Inspector Mills.

He said he put McCloud and
Broadhurst on the airplane,

watched them get on
board personally.

Alright, then where are they?

- Search me.
- Search you?

LeBlanc:
An incredible collection.

I recognize at least two of
these pieces from robberies

right here in Paris.

Yes, some of them
look familiar to me too.

Would you care to interrogate
the man in whose possession

we found these gems?

Yes, I'd like that very much.

Might be very interesting.

An anonymous tip
led to his capture.

McCloud...

Paris, France?

I don't know anybody in...

Yes, sir. It's me, sir.

- What are you doing in France?
- It's a very long story, sir.

But I think we're making
progress in our case.

What case?

I never assigned you
to any case.

Now you listen to me,
Broadhurst.

The two of you get on the
first plane back to New York.

That is an order.
That is final.

I am putting you
and your career on the line

to see that it's carried out.

Clifford: Is that clear?
- Yes, sir, only...

Yes, sir, only what?

Yes, sir, only I think I'll
think I'll need your help

to get McCloud out of jail.

Well, I thought he was going to
come right through the phone.

However, your chief did vouch
for your authenticity,

although he pointed out
rather strenuously

that you are not
one of his regular men.

I'll settle for that.

Le Blanc: And now that we have
cleared that up,

I would appreciate
a complete run down

on your list of suspects, so
that we may begin investigating

tonight's jewel robbery.

- Tonight's jewel robbery?
- Same MO as the others.

This time they got away
with something called

the Marchesa earrings.

Joe, I told you
we was on the right track.

Exactly what track is that,
monsieur?

The same track
we've been followin'

ever since we left
New York City.

Joe, they planted those stolen
jewels on me to keep me

out of circulation, so they
could pull off their latest job.

Now if you'll just open the
door, we'll get on with it.

Uh, unfortunately, you will have
to remain out of circulation

for just a little while longer.

- What do you mean?
- You're a foreign national.

We have to go through
miles of paperwork

before we can release you.

Well, can't you cut through
some of it?

[sighs] A civil servant's job
is precarious at best.

We stand on a foundation
of paper.

The higher the paper,
the more secure the foundation.

But you should be out
by morning.

By that time the girls will be
gone, and so will the jewels.

LeBlanc: No, no, no, no, no.

I will go and check on them
immediately.

Do you mind if my partner
goes along with you?

If I was not so secure
in my job,

I might take offense at that.

However, I would be delighted to
have the sergeant accompany me.

Unofficially, of course.

Stay close by, Joe.

Look at the bright side,
McCloud.

If we do catch 'em,
maybe the chief will forget

about that departmental hearing
he's talking about.

Oh, yes, we checked
on those ladies

very thoroughly,
MonsieurMcCloud.

- And?
- Charming.

Lovely. Delightful.

- What about the jewels?
- Hmm? No jewels.

Inspector, those girls were
mixed up in a robbery last night

and I'd bet my
bottom dollar on it.

Save your money. Even if you are
right you cannot prove it.

Not without the Marchesa
earrings and they are gone.

Just like the girls.

They're gone?
You mean they left?

Oh, yes, early this morning.

- Where'd they go?
Joe: Oh, no, McCloud.

This time it's my
neck on the line.

I promised to deliver you.
And I mean to keep that promise.

Joe, Joe, if we go home now, you
know what we're gonna look like?

Like a couple of hosed-down
spaniels coming in

with their tails
between their legs.

'Cause the only way
that we're gonna come out

is-- is to prove
that we were right all along.

McCloud, don't do this to me.

Come on, inspector,
which way did they go?

Well, why not?

If you are so determined, you
will find out sooner or later.

They went to the city
of seven hills.

[droning]

Do you realize how many hotels
there are in Rome?

How are we going to find them?

Ladies as pretty
as those three

traveling together,
we'll find 'em.

Buongiorno.

Do you, uh...

Do you mind if I come in?

I can come back another time
now if it's...

- You alone?
- Yes.

The others are...

Sam, what are you doing in Rome?

Well, now, that's, that's
not very friendly of you, is it?

I'm sorry, I, I have
a suspicious nature.

Yeah, you sure do, especially
where men are concerned.

Well, I wasn't always
that way.

Sam, what is it that you want?

Well, now as I recall seems like
we had us a little deal

back there in Paris,
you remember that?

You were going to answer
a few questions for me

but you kind of flew the coop
before you got around town.

- Oh, yes.
- Hmm.

Well, it, uh,
it slipped my mind.

- Yeah.
- We've, uh, changed plans.

Well, that actually is
one of the things

that I wanted to kinda ask you
about was that plan of yours.

Which plan was that?

The one to build a whole
new world for yourself.

Oh, yes.
Yes, that plan.

Yeah, it just seems to me like
it's gonna take a heap of money

to build a new world from the
ground up, you know what I mean?

Yes, I, uh, I suppose it will.

I just hope that you're not
figurin' on gettin' there

by a shortcut that could
get you lost along the way.

Sam, why are we
talking about me?

Our deal was to answer
questions about Maria.

Yeah, well, that's, uh,
that's kinda the trouble.

You see, I, I really have a hard
time separating your lives.

Seems to me you could end up
the same way.

Sam...

would you be interested
in a new proposition?

[crackling]

Well, I must say that
you have a novel way

of changing the subject.

Just wanting to make sure that
your stay in Rome is memorable.

Well, if it's as memorable
as my stay in Paris,

I'm gonna be thinking about you
for a long time.

May we both get
what we want, Sam.

And may it be what we want
when we get it.

[laughter]

[instrumental music]

You're late.

My man's been here and gone
three times.

Now you know that's no good.

We've got troubles.

We've got $200,000
worth of rocks.

Now what kind of troubles
could we have?

They're gone.

What's gone, Sabrina?

The stash, I went to
pack it away this morning

before the flight to Rome
and they were gone.

I hope you're joking.

I hope you're just testing
our relationship.

I hope this is just
your misguided way

of putting me on
because if it isn't,

I am going to break every bone
in your pretty little body.

You're talking as though
it's my fault.

You seem to forget that I copped
the stuff in the first place.

- Who's the dude, Sabrina?
- What dude?

The cat who slipped in here
on your pretty little tail

as if you didn't know.

I swear I didn't know
he was here.

[chuckles]
Then I suppose you don't know

who he is either then, huh?

Cal, he's been handcuffed
to a man

with a cowboy hat on
and cowboy boots.

Girl, I don't know
what you've been smokin'

but I want you to get me
a couple of lids.

Then I want you to get
those rocks back.

I have already borrowed
against the proceeds,

do you understand?
There is no turning back.

Cal, they're gone.

What do you want me to do,
complain to Alex?

If Alex or one of the girls
had found it,

wouldn't they have said
something?

I thought about that.

If Alex thought I had it,
he would kill me.

Then that's it.

It's somebody else.

How long you say that dude's
been following you?

Since we left New York.

And that's where
the stash was hidden.

Girl, how stupid can you be?

You think he's a cop?

What else could he be?

[applause]

I want you to get up
and walk out of here

and if our friend follows you,
cut through

the alley way
at the Piazza Laverne.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[clicks]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[music continues]

[engine cranking]

Chief, there's a call
for you on one.

- It's from Rome.
- Rome, New York?

Rome, Italy.

If this is our pair
of gypsy police officers,

I wonder which one's
in jail this time.

Hello? Speaking.

Yes?

When?

How bad is it?

Yes, thank you,
I'd appreciate that.

Goodbye.

- What is it?
- Broadhurst's... been hurt.

Bad?

[sighs] Could be.

Tell Jeanie to get me
on the first flight to Rome.

I'll be in the commissioner's
office trying to explain

what's going on.

- What is going on?
- I don't know.

Don't worry, I'll try
and make it look as if

we know what we're doing.

When I get my hands
on that McCloud...

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[thuds]

Remember, that floor is
so sensitive

a moth could set off the alarm.
If you drop something

you're gonna have to get
out of here on your own.

I'll be long gone.

Go ahead.

[cracking]

[dramatic music]

[alarm blaring]

Late last night, this other man
who claims to be

a, a New York City policeman,

he's caught in the Roma Museum
right in the middle

of the biggest robbery
in years.

The question, on which side of
the law is this man working?

I, uh, I've been
wondering that myself lately.

Hello, chief.

- He's mine.
- Yeah, I'll leave you now.

Want to have a few words
with your Mr. McCloud?

Oh, not necessarily,
but I guess it's inevitable.

Gracia. Arrivederci.

Uh, ciao.

Oh, what's new, McCloud?

Do me a favor, will you? Don't
do any of your numbers on me.

I know that I broke every rule
in the book getting here

and maybe it's not going
to turn out right,

but I know that I'm right
about one thing,

those girls are up to
their pretty little wings

in the biggest jewel ring
in 50 years.

Can you prove that?

Not sittin' here I can't.

That's your trouble, McCloud.
You're a loner.

You think this is still 1870

and the whole world is your
private little boomtown.

Well, it just doesn't
work that way.

You got any idea
where Joe is right now?

No, we decided to split up
so we can watch more than

one of those girls
at the same time.

Well, that didn't work out
too well either...

- Joe's in the hospital.
- How'd that happen?

He took a slug in the shoulder,
but he'll be alright.

- I'm sorry about that.
- Well, that's a start.

But I'm not so sure it would've
been any different

if we'd been in New York City.

You can't follow one woman
or one man with a posse.

Sooner or later it comes down
to one on one.

And sometimes
it means gettin' hurt.

Alright, alright,
get to the point.

Those girls are not working for
an international jewel ring.

They are the
international jewel ring.

It was Calvin Jones, but I don't
know how to prove it.

Well, if they ever find him
that slug of yours

he's carrying around
will be a good beginning.

Anybody figure out
how he fits into

the stewardesses' operation?

The Italian police have evidence
that Calvin Jones

was, was making arrangements
to unload stolen jewels.

But there's nothing tangible
to tie Calvin Jones' plans

with Sabrina Crawford, unless
you go in with that theory.

I prefer to keep an open mind.

Chief, somebody's going through
an awful lot of trouble

to get me and Joe out of action.

Now, you don't just dump
$200,000 worth of jewels

to frame a cop unless
that cop is gettin' close.

McCloud, I gave the commissioner
my word I'd have things

wrapped up here and be back
in 24 hours.

McCloud: Well, alright, you're
the boss. You're the boss.

Just seems to me
since you've come this far,

it seems like a dirty shame
if you don't solve the case,

it's only going to take
a few hours more.

Careful, chief, it's the same
reasoning he used on me.

Just how do you figure a ring
that's gone unchecked

for ten months can be
wrapped up in a few hours?

Well, it helps when you know
what their next job

is going to be.

Oh.

Alright, McCloud,
what've you got?

Now there are four pieces
of jewelry in the world

known as the
Marchesa Collection.

In the past ten days, two of
those four have been stolen.

Of the remaining two,
one is in London

and it's owned by
Sir Thomas Langdon.

- And the other one?
- It's in Monte Carlo.

Alright, for the sake of
argument, let's say the ring

is out to pick off
the whole collection.

What makes you so sure you know
which one they'll go after next?

Because all four of my suspects
left Rome this morning,

and they flew to Monte Carlo.

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[indistinct chatter]

I've been looking
all over for you.

Yeah? You should have started
here first.

Anything?

Sabrina: You're carrying
a bullet inside you.

You've got to see a doctor.

Okay, girl,
let me tell you something.

I didn't come all the way
from Boonville to Monte Carlo

to be sittin' in a hotel room.

What're you doin' carrying that
paper around if there's nothing

in it about me.

Sabrina, you're lying.

Sir Thomas Langdon was shot
and killed last night.

Langdon? Ain't that the dude
y'all ripped off last week?

He got ripped off again.
This time for good.

The funny thing is,
I thought we cleaned him out.

Oh. I guess the cat
just wasn't living right.

Let me see.

You want to see it?
It'll be in the room.

- Sabrina? Sabrina, come back--
- Treizze noir.

[laughs]

Clifford: You probably think I'm
angry, McCloud, because while

we were sitting on our
theories here in Monte Carlo,

the real jewel thieves were
pulling a job in London.

But I'm not angry.
I'm philosophical.

You see, I deserved it
because I let a jailbird talk me

into playing hide-and-seek
with a bunch of stewardesses

whose only apparent crime
was knowing you.

Chief, I know how you feel,

but I'm willin' to stake
my reputation

that those girls are here
for but one reason--

McCloud! The only reputation
you have in several

of the larger cities in Europe
is that you're an ex-con.

I'm getting us out of here
before somebody arrests you

for this last job.

With your record they'd probably
throw away the key.

Hello? When's your earliest
nonstop flight to New York City?

Nothing sooner?

Alright. I want two tickets.

Peter B. Clifford...
and Wrong-Way Corrigan.

We leave this paradise
in precisely 47 minutes.

Am I under house arrest
till then

or can I say goodbye to someone?

McCloud, you miss one more plane
and I will personally see to it

that you spend the rest
of your natural life

in the Bastille
making French license plates.

[instrumental music]

Still like 'em?

I thought you gave those
to Sir Thomas?

He gave them back.

Why?

Come here,
I want to see them on.

You know something, I can't
decide which I like better,

the decoration or, uh,
what's under it.

Why did Sir Thomas
give these to you?

It was part of my fee.

- Now come on.
- Where?

Where there's just you and me.

Come on.

Very tasty.

You should see the dungeon
I'm stuck in.

It's got the hot and cold
running rats.

You didn't bring me in to talk
about your accommodations.

In a manner of speaking,
they're going to change

the both of us soon, darling.

We have an arrangement.
Nothing more.

Once Sir Thomas gets
that brooch back, it's over.

I don't think it matters
much to him now who has it.

Less than a week ago,
he was gonna have me arrested

unless I returned it.

True. Very true.

But, uh, he wasn't dead then,
was he?

What happened?

He was killed while somebody
was robbing his flat.

You killed him?

[scoffs]
Not me.

Them that robbed his flat.

How did you get this then?

I told you,
they were part of my fee.

You're not worth $25,
much less 25,000.

Look, you,
you ought to be thanking me.

For what? Killing an old man?

For making your job easier.
I even used your MO.

With your little group here and
the latest robbery in England,

if anybody was getting warm,
the trail's stone cold now.

They're all
concentrating on London

which makes it easier
for you here, doesn't it?

Why? Why did you
have to kill him?

He was a phony like
all the rest of 'em.

He was robbin' Peter
to pay Paul.

Even tried to cheat me
out of my expenses.

He was a millionaire.

He was on his uppers.

He was broke!

Look.

Why, why do you think
he didn't report the robbery?

Why do you think he had me
chuck that girl into the drink?

If his creditors had learned
that the Marchesa

had been stolen, they would've
called in their loans.

He was using that bloody thing
as collateral all over London.

Without it the poor bugger
would've sunk

like a rock in quicksand.

All I was doing was saving him
some embarrassment, that's all.

Besides, I couldn't really keep
his brooch

with him alive, could I?

He'd have gone straight
to the coppers

and we'd have gone
straight to the nick,

and there's no percentage
in that, darling.

I-- I don't know if I can
get it for you.

Well, there's been a slight
change in plans.

You see, you got to think big
to make it in this world,

and I want it all, I want the
whole Marchesa collection.

- Oh, that's impossible.
- Oh, come on!

Nothing's impossible
if you put your mind to it.

You set 'em up,
I rip 'em off.

And then it's you and me nippin'
down the yellow brick road

to two million dollars.

What if I said no?

Oh...

Even I wouldn't like
to think about that, darling.

Guess that leaves
only one answer.

[dramatic music]

[engine cranking]

[grunting]

No! No! No! No!

Vicki! Vicki!

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

McCloud: Vicki!

[breathing heavily]

- Vicki.
- No, he'll kill me.

I tell you he won't,
he's taken care of.

No, no, you don't understand,
he'll kill me.

- Vicki.
- The way he did to Thomas.

He's dead.

He should've seen a doctor.

Doctors ask questions.

Calvin preferred to die
a free man.

Eva: He'll still have to be seen
by a doctor.

Only know it puts us
on the spot.

Uh, leave it in my hands,
ladies,

that's, that's what
I'm here for.

Vicki, I know
what you been doin'.

And I know what
you're trying to do here.

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

McCloud: Marchesa collection.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

The last piece is here
in Monte Carlo.

Well, it's gonna stay here.

But you and your friends,
you're gonna have to answer

for the other pieces.

Oh! Are you arresting me?

Well, it'd be a lot better
if you came to us.

I don't understand.

The insurance company might make

some kind of deal with you

if they got their jewels back.

[indistinct chatter]

Your 47 minutes were up, one
hour and a half ago, McCloud.

Yeah, well I can explain that,
chief.

Oh, uh...

I'd like you to meet
Inspector Lelouch.

Inspector, this is my boss.

Chief of detective,
Peter B. Clifford,

New York city police department.

- MonsieurClifford.
- Inspector.

Uh, tell me, is he really
one of your men?

Well, uh, in a way.
Did he do this?

Well, uh, from the time he leapt
onto the sports car

until what you see here will
require a lengthy explanation.

- And a good deal of patience.
- Is he under arrest?

- Oh, no, monsieur.
- Then you're slipping, McCloud.

That fellow over there pulled
the job in London.

Then he killed Sir Thomas.

And Vicki Erickson's
about to wrap up

the rest of the robberies
for us.

Well, uh...

I guess missing that plane
was no great tragedy, I...

I'd already seen the movie.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

- It's not gonna be easy.
- It's going to be impossible.

You better come with me.

I want my share
what we have up to now.

The rest is yours.

Your share of what we have now
is nothing.

Funny.

Somehow I expected
better than that from you.

I'm telling you the truth,
I can't go out and sell

what we have of the Marchesa
collection, is much too hot.

If we cut up the stones
it reduces the value to nothing.

It's only because
I have a single buyer

for the entire collection that
the rewards are worth the risks.

Then let's make a deal.

Deal?

- I hear you use the word deal.
- Why not?

Insurance companies
are often willing to settle

for the return of stolen goods.

At least we won't go to jail.

Who's our lil' Vicki
been talking to?

What difference does it make?

Well, it makes
a lot of difference.

We've only got one more job
to go, and we can retire.

And it's gonna be the most
impossible job we ever

pulled off, because we've lost
the element of surprise.

By now the police may know
the where and the what

of our next job, the only thing
we've got goin' for us

is the mystery of how.

We won't even have
that if one of us starts

talking about making a deal.

I would never make a deal
that would betray any of you.

I would only bargain
on behalf of all of us.

Sabrina, you believe me.
I wouldn't sell you out.

Eva... Eva, you know me.

You know I couldn't do
a thing like that.

Don't you?

We're gonna miss you, Vicki.

I mean that.

[instrumental music]

Hold it.

[music continues]

McCloud, it's your fault,
accusing her and hounding her,

you did it to here, you did it.

McCloud...

What, uh, what is she
talking about?

What happened with Vicki?

According to the others
she either

jumped or fell
from this balcony.

Jumped, fell, or was pushed.

You got any evidence of that?

She was gettin' ready to help
us, she was gonna make a deal.

- Can you prove that?
- It's plain enough.

- That's why the killed her.
- I asked if you had proof.

You give me 10 minutes
with those two in there

and I'll get your proof.

With that girl already claiming

you drove her to it.
No, no, McCloud.

The local authorities
will handle it.

I've got a personal stake
in this.

And we've got a jurisdictional
crisis to avoid.

- I don't want you involved.
- Well, I'm already involved.

And letting you emotions
run away with you

will only make matters worse.

Well, you don't have to
worry about that, I'm...

I'm not gonna get emotional.

- What is this?
- Personal visit.

Mister, you better
have a warrant.

I'm not gonna tell you
not to try that.

It'd give me pure pleasure
to stop you.

You have a lively imagination,

I'm sure your superiors
will be interested

in whatever delusion it was
that brought you here.

- Who are you anyway?
- You know who I am..

You know what I'm doin' here.

I just wanted to deliver
the message personal.

I'm gonna nail you, Alex.

Inside or outside the law,
I'm gonna nail you.

Outside the law,
and you're a peace officer?

Not over here I'm not.

Over here it's just you and me,
Alex.

Just thought you'd might like
to know that

when your time comes
I'm gonna make it hurt.

Now, look here, cowboy...

I was hopin' you'd get violent.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[whirring]

[indistinct chatter]

As you can see we have taken
every precaution.

What about when Lord
and Lady Oliver leave?

Well, they are leaving now,
and it would give me pleasure

to tell you how
we have met the challenge

of protecting the Marchesa.

The plan was engineered
by the foremost

tactical security genius
in all of Europe.

Fortunately, he is right here
in Monaco.

Uh-huh. And who's that?

Me.

[instrumental music]

They will be brought directly to
the main entrance of the hotel,

in the company of two,
yes, two armed officers.

Very thorough.

That's nothing, monsieur,
the real security begins inside.

[instrumental music]

We have a man on the roof,
and another

outside of the penthouse
where they are staying.

Not to mention, of course,
the man on their balcony.

[intense music]

[whistles]
Sabrina, come on.

What about the elevator?

Oh, we have thought of that too.

We have officers here
where they are getting on

and where they are getting off.

- What about in between?
- It's an express.

And two officers will accompany
them from here

all the way up
to the 28th floor.

If it stops for any reason,
any reason at all,

we can seal the building
in 15 seconds.

[instrumental music]

Congratulations,
it looks foolproof.

Clifford: Good job.
Lelouch: Merci.

Lelouch: A compliment
from a law officer

from so important a city
as New York

is, uh, most rewarding.

But, uh, the marshal, he does
not seem quite so impressed.

Oh, don't worry about him, uh,

it's all this organization,
makes him nervous.

But there's nothing
to be nervous about.

You see,
they've already arrived.

And safely.

[instrumental music]

[whirring]

[music continues]

We have stopped.

Push the emergency button.

Man 2: It doesn't work.
Man 3: Look at the panel.

Man 2: I don't care what it
says, I tell you, we've stopped.

[music continues]

[banging on door]

What's happening?

[intense music]

[elevator dings]

[engine cranking]

Oui, oui.Seal the building.

The elevator never made it.

Do you realize how much hell
this airline can raise

over our holding up a 707
on some wild hunch?

It's not a hunch, chief,
they took it

and they're gonna try and get it
out of the country.

One question, gentlemen,
if you knew who the thieves were

why didn't you tell me?

I could've arrested them before

they stole the Marchesa brooch.

We didn't have enough proof
to arrest 'em.

Well, you still don't, the only
thing we have proof conclusively

is that I am a fool
for listening to you.

Inspector, at the moment,
none of us look like geniuses.

Lelouch: Unfortunately,
Chief Clifford,

that will go into my report.

A copy of which will be sent
to your commissioner.

I certainly hope he gives you
the opportunity

to defend yourself.

I cannot hold this plane
any longer,

they were scheduled to take off
an hour ago.

- Alright, McCloud, that's it.
Man 4: Hold it.

- McCloud!
- Now what does he want?

I leave it to you, eh?
I mean, he is your officer.

This has been a very
disastrous day for me.

Will he save it
or will he make it worse?

Clifford: Make it worse.

No one can fault you for
persistence, MonsieurClifford.

But you are creating
quite a mess.

- This is all of it.
- You sure?

Unless you want us to dissect
the beans, monsieur.

Release the plane.

[engine whirring]

I'm sorry.

Yes, inspector, on behalf
of the police department

of the city of New York

I wanna apologize
for all of the havoc

some of us have created.

Well, we must learn to take
the good with the bad, eh?

I wasn't aware we'd had
any of the good lately.

No, you haven't, but I have.

While it is true that today

I lost the Marchesa pendant,

I also captured an
internationally wanted criminal.

Calvin Jones.

You captured Calvin Jones
here in Monte Carlo?

Unfortunately, he was already
dead at the time.

But, uh, I have a cousin
on the newspaper

we can play that down.

Inspector, you'll be on this job
a long while.

- That's meant as a compliment.
- Thank you, yes.

And if ever you are
in Monte Carlo, uh...

I quite understand.

[plane droning]

No, sir, I've got to figure

if they've got those diamonds
right with them.

All so close by
they've all got the same chance

to get at 'em at the same time.

[Clifford snoring]

Sorry to take so long, chief.

It took a few hours to find out

where all the bodies
were buried.

What'd you come up with?

My meeting with the commissioner
is at 2:00.

Well, it's tight,
but I think we can make it.

First off, McCloud's airline
ticket from here to London,

I figure we can
bury most of that

in ballistics
contingency budget.

Just have to cut down
on the bails of cotton

they fire comparison slugs into.

I don't care
if they have to start

pumping led into the ceiling.

I don't intend to stand there
and try to explain McCloud's

European lark to
the commissioner. What's next?

Well, I think we can
pretty well write off

the entire Paris, Rome,
and Monte Carlo expenses

by skimming ten percent
off the top

of the 18th precinct's
Friday night poker pot.

Grover, I don't wanna hear it.

Well, chief, it's either that,
or...

lookin' around places like
the widows and orphans fund.

Poker party.
Widows and orphans fund.

What's McCloud doin' to us?

- Who is it? Go away.
- Chief.

I got something here
I think you wanna hear.

Good, what time does you plane
leave for Taos?

Well, our plane leaves at 1:30,
but it's not for Taos.

You recall my saying
that those three

wouldn't walk away from
those jewels unless they figured

that they had an equal chance
to get back to 'em?

I remember some such
barnyard logic, yes.

Well, the airline computer
center just verified

three reservations
for our three suspects.

And they're all headin'
for the same place.

Well, they've already been
to London, Paris

Rome, Monte Carlo,
where are they goin' now?

- Hong Kong?
- Nope. Boonville.

- Boonville.
- Boonville.

McCloud: That's Calvin Jones'
home town.

Now, his body was shipped

from Monte Carlo last night.

But the arrangements were made
two days ago

by Sabrina Crawford.

[instrumental music]

[band music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Well, not much longer, girls.

I can almost smell
the coffee beans.

Stop worrying about Brazil.

We won't have bus fair
out of the Boondocks

if we don't get to that box

before they put it
into the ground.

- I can't do it.
- What?

Can't you understand?

I loved him.

This is wrong. All wrong!

It's immoral, Alex.

For a lady who just helped steal
two million dollars

you pick a fine time
to turn into Snow White.

No offense.

Sabrina, do you recall
what we said

to another member our little
family who's no longer with us?

The only way out of this

is to stick together
through to the end.

[instrumental music]

I believe the time has come.

Why does it have to be me?

Why can't it be you, or Eva?

Really, dear, if we aren't
conspicuous enough

all we need is a couple of
hunky hands

to start taking
that casket apart.

And I'd be carried out
with a clarinet through my ears.

[instrumental music]

That's your cue, dear.

[music continues]

Now what're we gonna do?

Just leave everything to Alex.

[instrumental music]

Alright, ladies,
where's your partner?

McCloud, be careful of that
thing, it's not a horse.

[dramatic music]

[motorcycle engine revving]

[music continues]

[tires screeching]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]