All language subtitles for Columbo.Undercover.1994.1080p.MY5.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-None_track3_[eng]

If it's Thursday night it's a no.
Why can't you make it Friday?
(GUNSHOTS)

(SIGHS) I have to hang up.
There's shooting upstairs.

They're all yours, JT.

Geez, what a mess. Whoever trashed
this place wanted something pretty
bad.

That's what bothers me. What would
anybody want in a place like this?

Lieutenant, this is Mrs Byrnes,
the manager. She called to report
the shots.

As soon as I heard them.
Never could understand people
mistaking them for a car backfiring.

I'm sorry, Mrs Byrnes,
that you got to see this but, er,

we do have to have somebody
identify the victims.

The one with the knife in his
throat, that's Mr JJ Dillinger.

We found marks on the window where
somebody broke in. It's probably
this guy.

Did you ever see him before, ma'am?
Uh-uh. Can't say as I have.

What can you tell us
about Mr Dillinger? Not much.

Been here five, six months. Kept to
himself. He was quiet. Paid his rent
on time.

And he carried a gun. If you worked
nights at a gas station you would,
too.

Would you know where he worked,
ma'am? Silver Lake somewhere.
I can check on my rent application.

I'd appreciate that. You've been
very helpful. If there's ever
anything you need...

Some more patrols would help. This
is the fifth burglary this year.

You'll get written reports in
the morning. Would you like some
educated guesses for now? Why not?

Looks like the first bullet hit this
one low. Probably deflected off
a rib.

That didn't stop him right away.
See the left clenched fist?

Probably threw a punch and still
had time to stick his knife

in the shooter's throat as the gun
went off for the second time.

Looks like the shot went clean
through the heart.

Knife broke off as he fell.
Shooter went down, too.

Probably died within a few minutes.
OK, Doc. Thanks a lot.

It's an open and shut case.
Double homicide.

What have you got?

Burglary tools.

Wallet.

Let's see.

Eugene Edward Ehrbach.
Address over on Rossmore.

Fancy neighbourhood.
I don't know whether you noticed

but what's a guy wearing
an expensive Italian leather
jacket doing in a place like this?

Maybe this is what he was
looking for. What is it?

It's a piece of a photograph.

What does it look like to you?

A belly dancer at Herod's. You
really think he'd break in for that?

Well, I can't figure him climbing
two storeys up a fire escape

then through a window

with a piece of a snapshot
in his hand.

Belly dancer, huh?

What do you think this furry stuff
is? Oh, mud. Stucco. Could be
anything.

I'm gonna check the records on
Dillinger and Ehrbach. For what?

Two lowlife's killed each other.
Case closed. Let's move on.

Well, it's just so strange.

I mean, two guys killed each other
over this.

What the hell is it?

It's a piece of a snapshot.

You know, it's not like somebody
just ripped up a photograph. It's
been carefully carved into this
shape.

Excuse me! I'm looking
for Detective Brown. That's me.

OK to come in?
Come ahead.

Hi. Irving Krutch. Nice to meet you.
How do you do? OK to sit down?

Sure. Sit.

So,... got yourself a little murder,
huh?

Two guys on Culver Avenue. I read
about it in the paper this morning.

What about 'em? I'm an insurance
investigator. Trans Life Insurance.

Uh-huh.
Been with them 14 years. Started
right after college. Princeton.

Right.
So,...

..I read about the two corpses.
I figured I'd better get up there
right away. Why?

Lend a hand or, maybe, vice-versa.

You know something about these
killings? Yes, sir. What?

The newspaper said you found
a piece of a photograph.

Is that it?
What about it?

I got another one. And if you shake
down Ehrbach's pad you will find
a third piece.

Do you want to tell us or do we have
to pull teeth? Will you help me?

To do what? First, to get the piece
out of Ehrbach's place. Why do you
want it?

Three pieces are better than one.
If you have something to say, say
it. Otherwise, have a nice day.

Let me fill you in.

Please, do.

Six years ago, in this city,
in broad daylight,

on a rainy afternoon in August,
four men held up the Culver Avenue
branch of the NSLA.

They got away with $4 million.
Remember? I remember it. I worked
on it.

Go ahead. I'm sorry,
I don't think I got your name.

Er,... Columbo.

Nice to meet you. Are you Italian?
Yes, I am.

The leader of the gang was Italian.
Tony "The Nose" Bonamico.

Record as long as your arm.
He just got out of Castlefield
where he's serving a five and dime.

Still on parole, he holds up a bank.
The two guns were both ex cons.

Leo D'Amore and Mikey Ryan. David
Stein was the wheel man. His first
job.

He blew it. Did I mention
it was raining? Yeah, you did.

Car goes into a skid.
Hits another vehicle.

Causes a traffic tie up. Squad car
comes. The gang starts shooting.
All four dead within minutes.

Are my facts correct so far?
They are, yeah. My facts are
always correct.

But there's no money. 45 minutes
after the hold-up there's not a dime
in the car.

Irving Krutch investigating.
That's me. Result. Two years
intensive search. Nothing.

We finally settled the claim
in full. $4 million.

That was bad. I don't have
to tell you how bad that was.

It was especially bad for Irving
Crutch who's now handling

minor claims at less salary
than he was making four years ago.

May I ask why do you want these
three pieces of the photograph?

Let me ask you.
Where did the money go?

Good question. That was the
question. What happened to the
money?

I couldn't sleep. In fact,
for four years I've been obsessed

with this question then I finally
got a break a couple of months ago.

I followed up on this.

How'd you follow up?
I got a copy of her will.
She left everything to her sister.

And old Italian lady named Lucia.

Certain mementos, photographs,
a photographic segment, documents
including...

..this list of names.

You should know this is in
Tony Bonamico's handwriting.

Why is it torn? Maybe it was torn
accidentally. But considering
the way Bonamico cut the photo

I figure he ripped it deliberately
and somebody else has the other
part.

And here, also part of Mary's will,
the photographic segment.

How do we know that...

..these two pieces come
from the same photograph?

It's no accident that both pieces
are cut up like a jigsaw puzzle.

And both belong to two names on the
list. Mine came from Mary Bonamico's
will and yours came from Dillinger.

Plus yours was found in the dead
hand of a third name on the list.

Eugene E Ehrbach.

Who's Mo Weinberg? A buddy of David
Stein, the kid who screwed up the
getaway. Beginning to make sense?

Not much.
He's a hood like the other two.

What other two? Ehrbach and
Dillinger. Dillinger got arrested
for pushing. Ehrbach for burglary.

Check it out. What about
these other names on the list?
Do they mean anything to you?

I don't know. I just hope there are
only seven. Seven's enough to find.

Mr Krutch, once you've assembled
this puzzle, then what?
(LAUGHS)

I will have the exact location

of the four million dollars stolen
from the NSLA some six years ago.

How do you know that? The little
old Italian lady, Mary's sister,
told me. She finally remembered

the photograph showed where
the treasure was. She used the word,
"Tesoro". You speak Italian?

Tesoro. Treasure. So, now there
are two pieces to the puzzle?

What do you want from us? I want
you to help me find the other five.
I can't keep breaking into places.

Where did you break in? Dillinger's
and Ehrbach's a couple of times.

Plus I'm pretty sure that Weinberg
knows I'm watching him. So, now,

you want us to break into places for
you? We're talking about $4 million.

Locating it would be quite a feather
in your cap. Am I wrong? No, you're
not. So, do it.

Do what? Go over Ehrbach's
with a fine comb. You can do
this. He's a victim of homicide.

OK. Then you'll have the third
piece of the picture. Then what?

Go after Weinberg.

Uh-huh.

I'll leave you this list and this
piece of the photograph. You won't
need them? I've got copies.

OK. Here's my card.
Let me know what you decide.

Detective Columbo.
And Detective Brown.

They don't even fit together.
Some guy comes in with a story.
What does he expect us to do?

Drop everything and go on a treasure
hunt? It's possible he's right.

He got this from an old lady who
barely speaks English? That's right.

She told him in Italian the picture
shows where il tresoro is buried.

Il tesoro. Tresoro!
Tesoro! Whatever!

You got one day, that's it! Check
out Ehrbach's apartment. Nothing
there, back to the salt mines!

We're looking for a thing that could
be this big. Or it could be smaller.

It could be anywhere.
Yeah, where?

I don't know.

You think he could have rolled
it up and stuck it into a cigar?
That's possible.

Did you check the cigar box?
I checked it but I didn't slit the
cigars. Try it. We might get lucky.

I've already done that.
Oh, yeah. I'm getting punchy.

One of those bulbs is out.

You doing that with your finger?

Yeah, well you can't...

There she is.
(LAUGHS)

They don't fit together. Weinberg's
piece may link them. If he has one.

You seen this guy's record? He's
a professional habitual criminal.

He's dangerous. He beats up people.
He's certainly not gonna cooperate
with the police.

You don't walk over to this guy and
say, "Excuse me". We got to pass as
a pusher or burglar.

You have to go undercover.
Who's doing it? You? No. Him.

You? Yeah. You.

And he doesn't even
have to change clothes. Yeah.

You have to move out of your house.
Get a cheap room. Never come here.
Set up a drop with Brown.

You will have to change clothes.

I look forward to it.

And you have to carry a gun.

I don't need no gun.
You carry it or you don't go!

OK.

You look like a cop.
So do you.

How do I know you're not?
How do I know you're not?

Why don't you sit down?
Sure.

Let's hear it again.
From the top?

From the top. Your name first.

Arty Stokes. Salt Lake City.

Ever been there?
No. Oh, it's nice.

You like to ski? It's supposed
to be nice skiing there at all
times.

You call me here to talk about the
Olympics or what? No, I thought
you might be a skier.

I'm still waiting for the story.
I gave it to you on the phone.

Give it again, OK?
Why?

Say I had a poor connection.

OK.

Couple of weeks ago I bought a piece
of a picture and a couple of names
from a guy. Cost me two grand.

What was his name? Bobby Firth.
He done eight years armed robbery.
He got out in April. He was busted.

What did he have? I just told you.
Piece of a snapshot and two names.

You were willing to give him
two grand for this? That's right.

Why? Because he told me I could
make four million just by fitting

my piece of the snapshot
into the whole picture.

I'm surprised he didn't sell you
the Brooklyn Bridge. This ain't
the Brooklyn Bridge and you know it.

So, now you have a piece
of a snapshot. That's right.

What's the two names?
Yours is one. Yeah?

And the other one?
I tell you when me make the deal.

What's these names supposed to be?
They're supposed to be the names

of two people who also got a piece
of that photograph.

Two names?
That's right.

Firth tell you how to get four
million by pasting the pictures
together? He did. How?

Weinberg, you know and I know...

..that the whole picture shows where
Anthony Bonamico dropped the bank
loot.

I don't know what you're talking
about. You want to keep playing
cute or make a deal?

Who else knows about this?
Nobody.

Who did you tell?
You think I'm crazy?

There's big money involved here.

Oh-ho! All of a sudden you know
there's big money involved.

Alright, Weinberg, this is the deal,
you take it or leave it.

I put up my name and piece.
You put up your name and piece.
We find the loot. We split it 50/50.

Yes or no?

We've got a deal.

We'll meet later at my place and
we'll put everything on the table.

Where is it?
220 South Kirby.

Apartment 26.
What time?

Ten OK with you?
I'll be there.

Just a minute! I'm in the bathroom!

Come in. It's open.

(RUSTLING)

Drop the gun! Move over there!

Were you gonna hit me
on the head and steal my photo?
I wasn't gonna hit you on the head.

No? Not on the head? Where?
On the knee? I wasn't gonna hit you!

What were you gonna do? Shoot me?
You're kidding. No.

Now shoot me! That's how you greet
people! Hide behind the door with a
gun! I thought you were someone
else.

You have an accident to your head
when you were a kid?

Why are you insulting me?
You're insulting me with your lying!
What's your problem?

You wanna make two million?
Yeah! So do I!

Here. Your gun.

Do we shake hands all over again?

I'd like to.
Let's see your piece of the picture.

Let's see yours. Oh, the mutual
faith and trust society. OK.

We'll do it together.

Is that Firth's piece?
Yeah, I got it from Firth.

Oh, we're gonna be good partners.
Look at this. They fit.

And now the names.

Eugene Edward Ehrbach.
Geraldine Ferguson. Ehrbach's dead.

What?
He was killed on Wednesday.

The cops found -
Dead? Dead? Dead!

Dead. Dead! This a double cross
or what? You're gonna have to calm
down.

Calm down? I'll bust your head!
He was carrying a piece of the
photo.

Who? Ehrbach.
A piece of our picture? Right.

Why didn't you say? Where is it?
The cops got it. The cops?

Cops can be bought. Whatever
they find on Ehrbach - I don't
like negotiating with the fuzz.

Let me handle it.
Cost you $100 tops.

What about this Geraldine?
Ferguson. Runs an art gallery.

I busted into her house several
times. Couldn't find a picture.

She's probably got it
you-know-where. You got a copy?

Naturally. And you?

Naturally. You want to exchange
pieces? Is that it?

That's it.
Done.

Excuse me.

I did good.

I got a copy of Weinberg's piece.

Take it down to headquarters and
keep it with the other three pieces.

Crest has been on the horn.
He's worried about how you made out
with the muscle guy. Is that right?

Well, you can tell him that Weinberg
and I, we hit it off just fine.

Tell him I'll be in touch.

And tell the captain
I'm going after the fifth piece.

The Geraldine on the list
is a Geraldine Ferguson
of the Ferguson Gallery.

Hi!
Hi.

Lovely morning.
Yes, it is.

So, what are you doing inside?
I like art.

Are you here for the Gonzagos?
Don't think so. What are they?

Louis Gonzagos. He's a painter.
But we've got loads of other things.

Are you interested in paintings
or sculpture? Is this your gallery?

Yes, it is. Then, you're Miss
Ferguson. This is the Ferguson
Gallery,

so I guess you're Miss Ferguson.
Mrs Ferguson really, but not really.
I was married to Mr Ferguson,

Mr Harold Ferguson, but Mr Ferguson
and I no longer share bed and board

so, whereas
I'm still Geraldine Ferguson,
I'm no longer Mrs Ferguson.

I don't even know what my name is.
Call me Gerry. What's your name?

Arthur Stokes.
Are you a cop, Arthur?

No. What gave you that idea?

You're careful, like a cop.
Also, you carry a gun.

Do I?
Uh-huh.

Right there.

I didn't think it showed. My husband
was in the diamond business

and he had a carry permit
so when your husband carries a gun
you get used to the way it looks.

Why do you carry a gun, Arthur?
Are you in the diamond business?

No, I'm in the insurance business.

Oh! Do insurance men wear guns?
I didn't know that.

Yes,... if they're
insurance investigators.

Don't tell me.
Someone had a painting stolen and
you're checking on authenticity?

No. Well, not exactly.

I think you're a cop, Arthur.
I really do.

Now, why would a cop be visiting
you, Miss Ferguson?

Gerry.

Maybe because I charge
such exorbitant prices.

I don't, really.

Yes, I do. Would you like to look
at some pictures while you decide
if you're a cop?

Over here.

Well, I did have a specific picture
in mind.

Did someone see it here?
I don't think so.

What kind of a painting was it?
Oh, it's not a painting.

It's a photograph.
It couldn't have been here.
We never had a photographic show.

It's not even...

..a whole photograph.

Yo-ho! What happened
to the other guy? What other guy?

The guy that's been here thousands
of times in the past few months.

About this tall.
No neck. Lots of muscle.

Looks like the guy in Rocky.
He told me his name was Al Randolph

the first time he came in
then he forgot what he told me

and he said his name was
Al Reinhardt the second time around.

Is he a cop, too?
Neither of us are cops.

Mr Stark...
Stokes.

Just checking.

Mr Stokes! Arthur.
Arthur.

I don't have what you're looking
for. If I did I'd sell it to you.

Assuming the price was right.
The price can be made right.

How right is right?
Do you have it?

No, I'm sorry. I don't.

Yes, she does!

Kahn. Bramley Kahn.

How do you do?
Bram, you're a pain in the ass.

Arthur Stokes. Pleased to meet you.

Well, if we're going
to talk business

I suggest we go into the office.
Shall we?

(SCRAPING)

How much are you willing
to pay for it, Mr Stokes?

Oh, that depends.
On what?

On whether or not it's a piece
you already have.

You do have a piece, don't you?

Or several pieces?

Is it for sale or not?

No.

How many pieces do you have,
Mr Stokes?

Do you know what the picture
is supposed to reveal?

My client - Client, my ass! You're
a cop! Who are you trying to kid?!

Are you a policeman, Mr Stokes?
No!

Miss Ferguson knows about cops.
Keep your mouth shut, Bram!

Miss Ferguson's sister is a girl
named Ginny D'Amore.

Her husband was a cheap gangster
named Leo D'Amore. He was killed
six years ago after a bank hold-up.

Well, I don't keep track of such
things. I just bet you don't.

He's a cop, Bram! And you're a fool!

You and your partner seem to have
some differences. Give me a ring
when it's settled.

Where can you be reached?
I'm at the Vincent Arms.

That's a flea bag
over on North Fowler.

Are you an out-of-towner, Mr Stokes?

Room 502.

You didn't answer my question.

You didn't answer
any of mine either.

I hope you reconsider,
Miss Ferguson.

'Mr Krutch? Lieutenant Columbo.'

"(LAUGHS) Well, this is a pleasant
surprise." We decided to take
the investigation.

You found what you were looking for
in Ehrbach's place, didn't you?
Yes, but better than that.

What? We made contact with Weinberg.
He has another piece of the picture.
He gave me a copy of it.

Fantastic! When do I get
to have a look at it?

Not tonight. We'll set a time.
Maybe tomorrow.

Fine. Where can I get hold of you
if I need to? "I'm only three blocks
from Weinberg."

I'm staying at the Vincent Arms.
Room 502.

Let me jot this down. Vincent Arms.

Room 502.

We're off to a good start. I can't
tell you how much I appreciate this.

We all stand to gain. I got to get
off the phone, I'm expecting a call.

Oh, you got another lead?
Yes.

The Geraldine on your list,
that's a Geraldine Ferguson.

And her sister was married to one
of the guys in the bank hold-up.

Leo D'Amore.

Ferguson runs an art gallery
over on Jefferson.

Who gave you that?
Weinberg.

Has she got anything?
I think so but I'm not sure.
That's what I'm waiting to hear.

Will you let me know?
As soon as anything gels.

Good. Thanks for calling.
This is great news. Really.

Right. So long.

(CLOCK TICKS)

(CLOCK TICKS LOUDER / SIREN)

(SNORES / KNOCK ON DOOR)

(KNOCKS LOUDER)

Yeah?
Desk clerk, Mr Stokes.

I'm coming.

What is it? Lady left a message.
Said to bring it up.

'(HELICOPTER ROTORS)'

'(SIREN)'

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(KNOCKS LOUDER)

Lieutenant?

I'm OK.
The hell you are! No!

I'm OK.
I'll get a meat wagon over here.

I hate hospitals. How do you
like comas? I'm not in a coma.

Look, I just want to get some ice
for that lump. That's some lump.

Geez. I came,... came too.
I got this...

I got this towel. I must have
passed out again. Did I wake you?

"What?" Get some ice up here
on the double. Room 502.

"Room service is closed."
Open it! This is the police!

Did you see who did it? I saw
him but he had his face covered.

You're lucky he left you alive.
Why wouldn't he? He was after
the picture.

Who do you think it was?

My partner, Mo Weinberg.
How do you know it was him?

I don't know for sure but I had him
on the phone this afternoon.

He knew I was here.
Who else did you talk to?

Irving Krutch.
It could have been Krutch.

It could have been Krutch.

But my money is on Mo.

How's your head?
Terrible.

I think I better get a meat wagon
over here. No, you don't. I gotta
see Mo Weinberg.

Just shut up! I'll go see Weinberg.
You're going to the hospital.

You need something, Lieutenant?
Yes, ma'am, a phone. I have to call
the officer who brought me here.

The doctor's instructions are no
phone calls. I can take a message.

We're in the middle of a homicide
investigation.

And we don't want you to be
a victim. Concussion can lead
to internal haemorrhage.

Ma'am, this is very serious.
My partner could be in danger.

I need a phone or I have to leave.

I don't think you understand,
Lieutenant.

The doctor left strict orders.
You're to remain here until tomorrow
morning.

You need absolute rest.
I need to get out of here.

No, you don't, big boy!
Not without these.

What are you doing?
You're not leaving.

Well, get me a phone.
No calls in or out.

One call!

Even a prisoner gets one phone call!

Who is it there?
A friend of Mo's.

He's asleep! The same as everybody
else around here!

(PHONE RINGS)

"Hello?" Arty, it's me.
I can't talk loud, it's not my
phone.

Oh-oh.

Arty, I gotta be quiet. You talk.

I'm here with Weinberg.
Oh, yeah. So, what did he say?

Nothing. He's dead. He's what? He's
got a big hole in him. He's dead.

Dead? Oh, my God.
Huh?

Dead?
We got to get over to Krutch's right
away. I'll need a pair of pants.

I'm sorry, sir. I'll be done in one
moment. "You wanna go to Krutch's?"

Get over here. I wanna go over there
immediately. Bring a pair of pants.

"Sorry, I didn't get that last
part." Pants!

Pants! Pants! Something to wear
otherwise I can't get out of here.

Sorry.

Dead? Who's dead?

No-one. Everything's fine.
Go back to sleep.

Harry? You alright?

Say something, Harry.

(BELL RINGS)

Good night.
Night.

Sergeant Arthur Brown, Mr Krutch.

Mr Krutch!

What's the matter?
Just a few questions.

At three in the morning?
We're both awake. I wasn't a minute
ago. This won't take long.

Lieutenant Columbo, I didn't
see you. Come on in. What's up?

You and I spoke on the phone
around four o'clock this afternoon.

Yes, we did. Why? Where did you go
after this telephone conversation?

Nowhere. You stay here?
Yes. Anybody with you?

Yes. Who? A friend of mine.
Male or female?

A girl. What time did she leave?
We left together. We went to dinner.

Where did you go? The Ram's Head.
The top of 777 Jefferson.

What time did you leave the
restaurant? About 10.30, I guess.

Where did you go after that?

For a walk. We looked through all
the shop windows on Hall Avenue.

What time did you get home?
About midnight. Alone? No!

The girl came back with you?
Yes.

So, she was with you between
what time and what time?

She got here earlier this afternoon.
She was definitely here when you
called. She's still here!

Where?

In bed!
Get her up.

Why? One man's been assaulted.
Another's been killed.

I want her to tell me where you were
when all this was happening. Is that
alright?

Who was killed? You sound as if
you know who was assaulted.

No, I don't. You only asked who was
killed. Aren't you interested in who
was beaten up?

Of course. Let me get her.
She'll clear this up in a minute.

I hope so.

'(MURMURING)'

This is Detective Brown. He wants
to know - I'll ask her! Your name,
Miss?

Suzie. Suzie what?
Suzie Endicott.

What time did you get here today?

About one.

Wasn't it? 12.30-1.00, Irving?
About that.

What time did you go out to dinner?

About 7.00-7.30.

Where did you eat?
The Ram's Head.

Where did you go after that?
We, um...

We walked for a little bit then we
came back here. What time was that?

I guess we got back about 11.

Have you been here since?

Uh-huh.
Miss Endicott,...

..did Mr Krutch leave you any time

between one o'clock and now?

Yeah. When he went to the men's room
at the restaurant.

Happy now?
Overjoyed.

Er, Mr Krutch,... are you
familiar with timetables?

What? Train timetables?
No, investigating timetables.

You're an insurance investigator.
I thought you might. What happened
to your head?

I fell off a ladder.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I want you to draw me up
a timetable.

I want you to list everything you
did and the exact time that you did
it

from 1.00pm

to right this minute.

We'll wait.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Hey! Hey!

What are you doing?! Come on!

Come on! Hey! Hey! Come on!
Read the sign!

I just put it there 30 minutes ago!

15 minutes ago!
I just put it there 10 minutes ago!

You blood-sucking witch!

Lieutenant!
Did you find anything?

Nothing. Whoever killed Weinberg
got his pieces of photograph.

Or Weinberg stashed them someplace
else. I've been through everything.

So, whoever did it got two pieces.
Weinberg's and the copy of the piece
I gave Weinberg.

I got your pants. Oh, listen.
You want them, you can keep them.

Let me think about that for a while.

No.

Hey, Lieutenant! We got your mafia
costume. What do we do with it?

Er, pull over there.
I'll change in the car.

Come on down. We can talk.
I'm gonna change in the car.

That's important.
Let me write that down.

Weinberg's time of death
was 5.30pm, Saturday afternoon.

And there were two witnesses
and they each heard two shots.

And a medical examiner,...

..he said the time of death was also

approximately 5.30pm, right?
Right.

OK.

Er... Oh! McKittrick!

Huh? In this jacket you'll find
Krutch's timetable of his
whereabouts

yesterday afternoon and night.
Check it out and get back to me.
Where's the pants?

They're there.
I don't see them.

They're in the bag.
Stay there. There's a lady coming.

Huh! Detective Brown.
Yeah?

Today is Sunday
so the Ferguson Gallery is closed.

So that's a good day to go in there
and look around.

Can that be arranged?
I think so.

There might be a safe in there.

Be nice to know what's inside.

Anything you can do in that area
would be appreciated.

I'll do my best, sir.

And, er,...

..what do you plan to do now that
you're wearing that expensive suit?

Today is Sunday.

So I'll go to church.

(BELLS RING)

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

Si?
Excuse. Senora.

I would like to offer my condolences
on the death of your sister, Mary.

You knew Mary? Not personally
but I knew her husband, Anthony.

He was a good friend. We did
business together. Oh, you work with
Anthony.

Nice. What's your name?

Er, Columbo.

The family, Columbo?
I'm honoured to meet you.

Can I offer you a ride?

Excuse me. I think you come to see
me for other reasons than to express
sympathy.

I'm curious about a piece
of a picture that your sister
left you in the will.

I-I know very little.

But you know about the full picture.

That's where they hid the treasure.

Il tesoro. What treasure?!
Maybe I don't understand.

Didn't you tell the insurance man
about a treasure?

No. When you gave him the piece of
the picture and the list of names.

I gave him a piece of a picture
and he still has to pay me the money
he promised.

You never gave him a list of names?
No. No. Never.

Thank you very much. Arriverdeci.

Buona fortuna.

Senora,...

..did anyone else show an interest
in that picture? Oh, yes.

That Ferguson woman.

Geraldine?
Mmm.

Geraldine Ferguson? Yes.
Through her messenger, Senor Kahn.

But I couldn't do business with her.

Mama mia! My poor sister would
turn in the grave if she knew

that I did business with il donna
of her husband, Anthony.

You mean, Geraldine Ferguson
and Tony Bonamico together?

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

It was a shame for the family.

You've been very helpful.

Thank you, again.

Oh, maybe...

Maybe you can help me.

Maybe you can, I don't know, force
that man to pay me the money he owes
me.

Times are not easy, you know.

I'll see what I can do.

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

(SQUEALS)

(LIGHT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Oh, hell!
That's right. Here come the cops.

He's admitting it! Come in. I admire
an honest man. Drink? Or is it too
early?

It's only two o'clock.
Name it.

I'd rather keep a clear head
when I'm working.

OK, keep a clear head. I'll have
one, though, if you don't mind.

I find Sunday's very boring.
After I've read Jeffrey Levin and
the comics there's nothing to do.

Who's Jeffrey Levin?

Arthur.
Yes?

That is what you call yourself?
Uh-huh. Why are you wearing those
clothes?

I'm a cop working undercover. You
sure you're not a mental patient?

Pretty sure. Yesterday you
were an insurance investigator.

That was for your benefit.
Today I had to visit the
sister-in-law of a dead mob boss,

Tony "The Nose" Bonamico.
Did he have a big nose?

Yes, he did. He also had a
girlfriend named Gerry Ferguson.

Arthur.
Yes?

That's a nasty looking bump
on your head. Yes, it is.

Does it hurt?
A bit.

It's awful looking. Sit down.
What for?

I'm gonna make you feel better.
Ma'am, I don't think you -
That's right.

Don't think! Sit there, stretch out
your legs. Relax.

Miss Ferguson -
Gerry. Gerry,...

..someone was murdered last night.

Who? That man that kept
visiting your gallery.

Said his name was Al Reinhart
then he said he was Al Randolph.

What was his real name?
Mo Weinberg.

Mean anything to you?
No.

What's your real name?
Lieutenant Columbo. Your first name.

Lieutenant. You're putting me on.
On Wednesday two men -
How did we get back to Wednesday?

On Wednesday night two men
killed each other in a brawl.

Who?
That's not important.

One of them had a piece of a
photograph. Are we gonna start
that again?! I already told you!

We believe the fragment in the dead
man's hand was part of a larger
picture showing the location

of four million dollars stolen from
a bank six years ago.

We also believe you have a piece of
that picture.

We want it. It's as simple as that.

What smoked you out, Arthur?
What made you drop the phoney cover?

You afraid somebody else
might get killed? It's possible.

Me? Possibly. Whoever has a piece
of that picture is in danger.

The day the cops start worrying
about anybody's safety is the day -
I think we better head downtown.

You want to get dressed?
No, I don't! What's the charge?
Drinking in my pyjamas?

Miss Ferguson, I'm conducting
a murder investigation. I have -
OK, OK! Stop spouting legalities!

Sit down. I'd rather talk here
than in some stuffy old squad room.

Do you have a piece of the photo?
Yes. Where did you get it?

My brother-in-law gave it to me.
Leo D'Amore? Yes. When?

Just before the hold-up. What did he
say about it? I should hold on to
it.

Why give it to you and not your
sister? My sister's a ditz.
Leo knew who the smart one was.

Did he give you the list, too?
What list?

The list of names.
I don't know of any list of names.

That's a lie, Gerry.
I've never seen it.

You're lying. Your partner has half
of the list. Where did he get it?
I don't know anything about a list.

Forget it. Where's your piece
of the snapshot? In the gallery
safe.

Will you turn it over to me?
No.

I thought you said - I said I'd
answer your questions. I've done
that but the piece of photograph

is my property and I'll do with it
what I wish. Thanks for your time.

Where are you going? To find the
person that murdered Mo Weinberg.

Be careful. Lots of people with guns
out there. I'll see you again.

Sunday afternoons.
Any other time I'm busy.

Alright, Ernie, that's it with the
limo. Get it back to the rentals.

Lieutenant, I got your clothes.
Wanna change now? No. Where's Brown?
Right there.

We got the blow-ups.
Good! That's good!

Move out! Let Ernie out!
And bring my clothes!

Hey, Zeke! Good to see you.

I've been waiting here half an hour.
Oh, I know you have.

Give me a minute and I'll be right
with you. Have something on me while
you're waiting.

Appreciate that. Bill, give
Mr Rivers a glass of water!

The water here is outstanding!
I can't thank you enough(!)

My pleasure. Lieutenant,
this is a blow-up of the torn
list of names we got from Krutch.

This is a blow-up of the list of
names I took from Bramley Kahn's
cash box.

And this is a blow-up of the two
pieces of paper put together.

Obviously a perfect fit.
So, this is the complete list.

OK, just,...

..just talking out loud,

the first four names on that
list,...

..Weinberg, Dillinger,
Ehrbach and Mary Bonamico,

they're all dead!
And we have copies...

..of Weinberg's piece.

Of Dillinger's piece which we found
in Ehrbach's dead hand.

Ehrbach's piece,...

..which we found
in the light bulb socket.

And Mary Bonamico's piece
which we got from Krutch.

And the fifth name on the list,

Geraldine Ferguson,
just admitted she has another piece.

And her piece is in her gallery
in the safe.

First thing Monday morning, get a
judge, get a warrant and look at
that safe.

Regarding the sixth and seventh
name on the list.

Dorothea McNally and Derrick Combs.

We have gone over the directories
for the entire Los Angeles area.

There are two Derrick Combs. One in
Riverside and one in Inglewood.

There are 64 McNally's,
none of them named Dorothea,

but there is a listing for one

D McNally on 6th Street
off Skid Row.

How do you want to hit them?

If I could make a suggestion,
Lieutenant, we have your clothes

and I think you'd fit in nicely
with the folks at Skid Row.
Maybe you should take McNally.

Sounds right. What do you think?

Sounds right.
I'll go after the two Derrick Combs.

Fine. And we'll meet at the squad
room at six o'clock and we'll see
where we're at. Er, Lieutenant,...

..we're almost finished checking out
Krutch's timetable.

So far it's rock solid.
Everything checks.

Irving Krutch. Zeke!

Still here?
Still here!

Mr Rivers,...

..what do you know about the parking
on Kirby Street in downtown
Los Angeles?

I know more about it
than any man alive. Good.

Let's talk.

'(ARGUING)'

'Yes?'
Miss McNally?

I don't take drunks.
I'm a cop.

And I'm Marilyn Monroe. Seriously,
ma'am. Let me show you my badge.

Wha...?! I ain't hookin' any more!

I know that.
That's why you told me to go away.

That's right.
That's why I told you that.

That's why you told me that.
Here's the badge.

Your name Dorothea?

Did you know a Detective McAveney?
McAveney? He was in Homicide.

McAveney? McAveney?

Irish guy? What was the first name?

Pat.
Did he have a son on the force?

(SNIGGERS) No, a brother.

That's him. I knew him.
I knew the brother, too. Whoa, Pat!

I tell you,
Pat was one hell of a cop.

Did you know him?

Did I know him? (LAUGHS)

He was a lot of fun, wasn't he?

You'll never know!

Are you gonna leave me in the
corridor or invite me in for a
drink?

Well,... I might consider that.

So, when's the last time
you saw Pat?

Oh, that's a while ago, now.
I'm mad at him.

Well, he's been sick.
Good.

Next time you run into him
tell him to smarten up.

I'll do that. I notice you've got
a 'D' in front of your name
by the mail box.

That's right. I put 'D'
instead of Dorothea so that...

..men won't come
and bother me any more.

Well, that's a good idea. OK.

Dorothea.

Dorothea, do you mind if I ask you
about a photograph?

Huh? A photograph.
You mind if I ask you about a...

Oh, man. You guys...

You sure know how to bring up
ancient history. I must have posed
for those pictures 20 years ago.

I was some little cookie in those
days. I'm not talking about a girlie
picture. No? What, then?

I'm talking about a picture that
may have come into your possession
six years ago.

Geez! Who remembers six years ago?

What do you remember about...

..the National Savings and Loan
hold-up six years ago?

Oh, now,... you're jumping around
real fast now.

What do you remember
about that hold-up?

Look, I have your word...

..you're not gonna make any trouble.

You got it.

My nephew was one of the guys that
pulled that job.

What was his name?
Mikey Ryan. He's dead now.

They all got killed on that job.

Some bank robbers.

What about the picture?
What picture? I don't know
what you're talking about.

A piece of a snapshot your nephew
might have given you before he
pulled the job.

Geez! It was six years ago!
Try and remember.

I don't even remember
where I was living then.
You can remember. Think.

I think better when I'm drinking.
You got something in the house?

Yeah, but, um,...
that's my insurance, you know.

Here. Here's 20.

Have a drink and later buy a bottle.

And if I remember about the picture?

What about it?

What's it worth to you?
Two more 20's.

Look, you're taking up an awful lot
of my time here.

Make it three more 20's.

You got a deal.

You want some of this?
No, thanks.

Here's looking up your whole family.

Urgh, this is... poison.

Absolute poison.

I don't remember any snapshot.

You can remember. Think.
I am thinking. Just shut up.

My nephew.
He was in and out all the time.

Who remembers?
Where do you keep your valuables?

What valuables? Important papers.
Your birth certificate. Your social
security card.

(SNIGGERS) Social security card?

I might have that.

Where the hell is that?

My sister dropped something off.

Do you remember a fighter?
Tiger Willis?

Willis? No.
He was a middleweight.

Yeah? What about him?
I used to live with him.

He got killed in the ring.

Kid from Buenos Aires killed him.
I was ringside.

Bobby.

That was his real name.

Bobby Willis.

Bobby always got me ringside.

Here's that thing my sister dropped
off. There's not much here.

I don't like memories.

That's all there is.

I'm looking for something small.
Do you mind if I dump this out?
Go ahead.

Careful with that.

Is that what you want?
That's what I want.

Looks like Donald Duck.

What?

Holy jimoly.

What?

"For D McNally. I'm in a hospital.
I'm very sick. Mikey said to send

you this if it ever looked like I
was checking out. I'm checking out."

"Derrick Combs."
Do you remember getting
this second piece of the picture?

Honey, I don't remember
getting the first one.

That's 60 bucks you owe me, pookie.
Baby, you got it.

Alright, fellas, here's the four
pieces we had at the beginning
of the day.

There's Krutch's piece.
That's a corner piece.

Weinberg's piece.
Another corner piece.

Ehrbach's piece.

That's our light bulb piece
which fits into Weinberg's piece.

Dillinger's piece. There's the belly
dancer which fits into Ehrbach's
piece.

And here,...

..courtesy of Dorothea McNally,
bless her heart,

is what we have at the end of the
day. Keep your fingers crossed.

Donald Duck.

Yes.

Yes, that fits very nicely
between Ehrbach and Krutch.

Yes. And Derrick Combs's piece,

it's another corner piece...

Oh, that inserts beautifully
between Weinberg's and Dillinger's.

So, now, what do we have?

Nothing.

Nothing. You can't tell
what in the hell it is.

Which is the top and which is
the bottom? There's no sky. No sky.

Well, fellas, look at it this way.

Mikey Ryan had two pieces.

That's the two I got
from Dorothea McNally.

My guess is each bank robber
had two. That's a total of eight.

We got six.

And tomorrow when we get the warrant
to search Ferguson's safe we're
gonna have seven.

And one more to go.
That's my guess.

And if there's a lord above
then we'll know where the money is.

Let's get some sleep.

Oh, er, Lieutenant,
regarding Krutch's timetable. Yeah?

Everything fits.
Every moment is accounted for.

Mr Krutch has an airtight alibi.

Mr Irving Krutch.

Zeke, you still here?!
Still here.

Be with you in a minute.
Been here 20 minutes...

..without water(!)

How you doing?
About 60 per cent done.

Find anything?
Not a thing.

You working both sides
of the street? Both sides.
Have them checked by 8 o'clock.

What's the rush? Once we get that
warrant we're on the home stretch
and that's gonna be early tomorrow.

You're the boss.

The gallery, what time does it open?
Ten? 9.30.

Perfect. I can't wait
to see that seventh piece.

You got the warrant?
Yeah, right here.

Yesterday she said the piece was in
the safe. Keep your fingers crossed.

Lieutenant.

Oh, my God!

(GROANS)

You alright?

What happened?

I must have fainted.

Alright. You'll be OK.

She's dead!
What?

Dead.

What about the list?
What list?

The list of names of the people
who had pieces of the photograph.
What are you talking about?

You never heard of Derrick Combs?
No.

You never heard of Dorothea McNally?
No.

Open this.

How did you know?

Never mind.

So, you were lying.

I,... I offered him money.

Combs? He was in hospital, very
sick. He had no interest in my
offer.

Did you try to get Dorothea
McNally's piece? I was in her place.
You broke in?

Yes. I didn't find anything.
Did you break into Weinberg's place?
Never heard of him.

Don't you read the newspapers?
Oh, you mean about his murder?

Yes, yes, of course I read
about his murder.

I thought you were referring to -
What?! To my knowing of him before.

Did you kill Mo Weinberg?!
No, I did not, Mr Brown!

Before his murder
I didn't even know he existed.

Even though he was in the gallery
several times to enquire about the
photograph? Using an assumed name!

Did you beat me up? I should say
not! Where were you at the time?

Home! In bed! When? The night you
got beat up! How did you know
it was at night? Gerry told me.

Who told Gerry? You, I guess.
No, I never told her.

Well, then, she must have known
some other way.

Maybe she hired someone
to go to your hotel.

How do you know where it happened?
She told me!

She said two men attacked me in my
hotel room? She told me the next
day!

Not two men. I just made that up.
You go after Weinberg after
you beat up the Lieutenant?!

No!
You walked three blocks to his room!

No! You killed him!
Admit it! No!

You attacked me!
Yes! No! Yes! Yes!

Yes or no?!

Yes or no, Mr Kahn?

I...

I never intended to hit you.

I simply wanted you to give me
the piece you had.

And then when you opened
the door I panicked and I...

In that split second I,...
I struck out at you.

Book him. First degree assault.

Before you do that...

..whoever killed Gerry
didn't get her piece.

That safe's been opened and it's
empty. It wasn't in the safe.

Look, I don't want to go to jail.

I know where Gerry's piece is.

Can you help me? We can talk
about it when I get the piece.

Excuse me.

Voila!

This is a key piece. Assault three.

30 days.

This is a key piece
because of this car.

We know this is a road.

And this furry stuff,
that's,... that's water.

Now, this photograph was taken from
above, that's why there's no sky.

We still don't know where the money
is. We got to find the eighth piece.

What's he questioning Krutch about?

My guess? My guess,
because he doesn't tell me anything,

my guess, the killings.
But Krutch has airtight alibis.

During every killing
he's in bed with Suzie.

Lucia Lombardo,
that nice old Italian lady,

she says she knows nothing about
a treasure and nothing about giving
you a list of names.

The old bag's lying. It's as simple
as that. But maybe you are.

Why should I be? I came to you
with all this stuff. I'm as anxious
to locate the money as you are.

OK, I'll ask you again.

Why would a nice old Italian lady
who, incidentally, is waiting
for you to fork over $1,000...

I'll pay her, don't worry.
Krutch doesn't welch.

Why would this nice old Italian lady
deny telling you about a treasure
or about giving you a list of names?

Ask her! She gave me the list. She
gave me the piece of the photograph

and all the information that ties it
together. She says she only gave you
a piece of the picture.

She's a liar.

OK. I only want to know
one more thing. What's that?

I want to know where you were Sunday
night when Geraldine Ferguson was
killed.

Oh, boy. Now, why would you
want to know that?

Because maybe you decided to take a
look around the gallery the way you
looked around other people's places.

No. No. You have got
the wrong customer.

OK. So, where were you?

I was in bed with Suzanne Endicott.

Always in bed with Suzanne Endicott.

Hey. Wouldn't you be?
And, of course, she'll verify this?

Go ask her.
I've got nothing to hide.

Let's do that.
What? She's here?

Come on.

I'm here, Lieutenant!
Been waiting 20 minutes!

Be with you in a bit!
Is that our man? Yeah!

What's he mean by that? I don't
know. I just say yes. I don't wanna
get in a conversation with him.

Hi, honey!
Hi, sweetie!

Look what I got for tonight.
Tammy Wynette. Great.

And they're front row.
Suzanne, would you tell me
where you were last night?

Sunday night.
At the movies.

Alone?
No.

With Irving.

Where did you go after the movies?
Back to Irv's place.

Do you have your own apartment?
Yes, but on weekends I usually
like to sleep over at Irv's.

What time did you get back
to the apartment? About 10.30.

And then what did you do?
We watched TV.

What did you do after you
watched TV? We made love.

And then?
We went to sleep.

And neither of you left the
apartment between 11.30 and 3am?

No. I told you.

First we watched TV and then we made
love and then we went to sleep.

And Mr Krutch
never left the apartment? No.

If you were asleep how would you
know if he left the apartment or
not?

Well, we didn't actually go to sleep
till, maybe, about 2.30.

These things take time, you know.

And Mr Krutch never left
the apartment?

No.
Did he leave the bedroom?

No, oh,... well, once.

To get me fresh orange juice.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Officer Brown!

Mr Rivers, Miss Suzanne Endicott.

Mr Rivers, Mr Irving Krutch.

Er, I'd like to talk to Suzanne
alone so, if you don't mind...

I do mind. I don't want -
It's alright. Don't worry about me.
Things will be quicker this way.

See you soon.
Yeah.

Got any more of those black Crobes?
Help yourself.

They're not for me. Mr Rivers, here,
he's partial to black Crobes.

I can't thank you enough.
It's my pleasure.

Miss Endicott,...

..you just told us about Sunday.

Now, let's go back to Saturday.

Again?

On Saturday you said you arrived
at Mr Krutch's apartment around one

and you and he were together
until around seven

and then you went out to dinner
at The Ram's Head. Is that accurate?
Yes.

And you said that
during that entire time

Mr Krutch never left the apartment.

Is that a fact?
Yes.

This is a parking meter.

Mr Rivers, would you show
Miss Endicott the photograph?

As you can see, ma'am, that meter,

which is this meter,
is located in front of a rooming
house at 220 South Kirby.

Can you see that, ma'am?

Zeke, would you now show the young
lady what you've got in the bag?

Before I forget, here's a copy
of Mr Krutch's gun permit that
you asked for.

But this gun has no bearing on our
murder. No. The murder weapon was
a .32 Smith and Wesson.

Just for your edification,
Miss Endicott,

a man named Mo Weinberg was shot
to death at 5.30pm on Saturday.

And this is a photograph of his
body. Why are you showing this to
me?

What are you doing?
What does this have to do with me?

It has a lot to do with your future,
Suzanne.

Bear in mind that this murder
took place at 5.30pm Saturday.

We have two witnesses who will
testify to hearing two shots
at that time.

Miss Endicott, that meter
was emptied of all coins

on Saturday afternoon at one
o'clock.

That's these coins. They don't mean
nothing. Forget about them.

The coins on the table
were inserted into the machine

sometime between 1.00pm
and 6.00pm on Saturday.

No coins came in after six
because after six the parking's
free.

All Saturday night. Sunday.

And these coins were taken out
of the machine early Sunday morning.

So, we know that the coins
you're looking at

were inserted into the machine
sometime between 1.00pm and 6.00pm
on Saturday.

Now, this particular coin,
the one in my hand,...

..same as all the other coins.

Except for one thing.

It has Mr Krutch's fingerprint
on it.

A fingerprint that matches...

..Mr Krutch's fingerprint
on this gun permit.

So, we know that Mr Krutch left

the apartment sometime on Saturday

because we know that sometime
between 1.00 and 6.00pm

he put this coin in that machine

at 220 South Kirby Street.

You want to think about your story?

Mr Krutch is gonna be arrested.
Suspicion of murder.

You stick to your story,
you're gonna be arrested.

Accessory to murder.

Did Mr Krutch leave his apartment

at any time on Saturday?

Yes.

He left right after you called
at four o'clock.

What time did he come back?
6.30.

Did Mr Krutch leave his apartment
at any time Sunday night?

Yes. He left at twelve midnight

and didn't come back until three.

Grazie.

That rotten witch!
And I don't mean Suzanne. Who?

Mary Bonamico.

This is the eighth piece.
That's right!

The widow Bonamico told me she had
documents and photographic segments

purporting to show where the money
was. I paid her 40,000 dollars.

She gave me the piece I gave you.

This piece.
That's right.

And half the list of names.
Half the list. This half.

That's right! That half!
But that piece...

The eighth piece.
That, she held back!

I didn't know that existed till
a couple of months ago when she
died. I got it from her sister.

And, naturally,...
you didn't give it to us.

Naturally.

It showed the exact location of the
money. Do you think I'm an idiot?!

Why did you kill Weinberg?
Because he had another piece
and I wanted it.

We were running a race. I was ahead.
I had the piece with the 'X' on it.

But suppose you got cute and you
didn't want to show me anything.

Weinberg's piece, that was
insurance. And Gerry Ferguson's?

Same thing. Insurance.

I didn't want to kill her
but she pulled a gun on me and...

Oh, I came so close to putting this
all together. You guys helped me
more than you realise.

I came this close.

Close.

But no cigar.

OK.

OK. Take it easy.

Be careful.

Whoa! Hey! Easy!

Thar she blows, Lieutenant!
Anything in that thing?

We'll know in a minute, Lieutenant!

Here you go.

(ALL CHEER)

This is it!
This is it and it's all green!

Four million! Hey, Lieutenant!
You don't wanna see it?

I saw enough of this case.
Where are you going!

I'm gonna take my dog to the park!

Toodle-loo.

Toodle-loo? What?
I don't know.

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