All language subtitles for McCloud S02E01 Encounter with Aries

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- Great looking car.
- Yes. Yes, it is.

How, uh, how does it handle,
a big car like that?

Oh, not bad at all.

Well, I wouldn't mind having you
drive me around in one

all day long.

- How much they cost?
- Excuse me.

Just drive right along,
my friend.

Drive.

Not really a very good day
for you to be

out among the people anyway,
Mrs. Cantrell.

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Alright. Pull up here.

Another 25, 30 feet, stop.

Alright. That's good.

Out.

Now.

Walk.

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Stop right there.

Into the front seat,
Mrs. Cantrell.

Now, Mrs. Cantrell,
or he's a dead man.

That's nice.

[engine revving]

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No one else here seems to have
the slightest inclination

of how to fight this thing.

I talk to this one,
I talk to that one,

and they all refer me to you.

They do, huh?

I tell you, sir...

if they don't stop shooting
those alien gamma rays

into my head,
I could be seriously disturbed.

Injured.

I need help, sir.

Yeah.

Yeah, protection against,
uh, gamma rays.

Yeah, right.

You, you need help alright.
You do indeed.

My head's glowing, you know.

Oh, I saw that.

I saw it when you walked
in the door.

Yeah. There was a kind of an
aura about it.

I've had the same problem.

Do you know what I've found
to be an a number one

defense against gamma rays?

And, this is the truth,
and it's-- it's so simple

that hardly anybody
knows about it.

Do you know what it is?

Wax paper.

- That's true.
- My goodness!

Yeah. Wax paper.

There's somethin'
that's in the wax

that creates a kind of an
anti-gamma ray magnetic field

which will not allow those
gamma rays to penetrate.

That's the truth.

And I'll guarantee you,

that if you wear wax paper,

or if you just hold it,

you're not gonna be bothered
by gamma rays anymore.

Why do you think
I pack my lunch in it?

Now, there.

How's that feel? It feels better
already, doesn't it? Hm?

Why, it does.

It really does!

Well, you bet your life it does.

Now, Mr. Rafer...

I want you to go ahead on

and get yourself a nice
peaceful days' rest.

- Oh, God bless you, sir.
- That's alright.

Oh, I'm ready for them now.

- Let them come.
- Yeah.

Here are the maps for
Captain Clifford.

You sign here, here, here, here,

here, here, and here.

I think maybe you forgot
one there, Elmer. [chuckling]

A wise guy we don't need,
McCloud.

That you initial.
Here, here, and here.

Alright.

Your first New York
kidnapping, hm?

Yeah, I reckon it is, Elmer.

Rich fella got a big estate
over in Westchester.

Got his wife stolen, I guess.

You lose any of these maps,
it'll be your last. Here.

Now this is one
that I did myself.

Fifteen years they been
usin' that. Fifteen years.

Yeah. Well, I'm gonna guard it
like a mother hen.

Hey, do you think any of those
dumb kids downstairs

could do one like this today?

- Hm, do you?
- No, no.

- I don't reckon they could.
- You bet they couldn't.

They don't even try,
the dumb kids.

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Now I understand your anxiety,
sir, but I must ask you to

let us continue with our work.

Do you? Do you?
Well, I'm delighted.

Perhaps we can sit around and
talk about that for a while. Hm?

Who-- who's that?

Peter: This is Marshal McCloud.

He's attached to my department.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Yes. Yes.

Mr. Hines, this young lady
is our, uh, police artist.

Now, the quicker you can give us
a good likeness,

the quicker we can get it out
on the wire.

Understand?

Marie, would you take Mr. Hines,
uh, into the library

and get started, please?

Phone's over there, Finnegan.
Help yourself.

Hm.

- The maps over here, Marshal.
- Right.

Well, he's got about an hour
on us.

Let's take a look at those
streets.

Oh, uh, captain...

I-- I apologize.

But I'm a little upset.

That's quite alright.
I understand.

Hm.

Wha-- what's he doing
with that phone?

Well, sir,
if it's a straight kidnapping,

there'll be a ransom demand,
probably by phone.

Joe, would you get on
the car radio for me?

They're running a make
on the chauffeur.

- Tell 'em I want it quick.
Joe: Right.

On Hines?

He's been with us for
five years.

Ah, just routine, sir.
Same with your gardeners,

your household staff,
everybody gets looked at.

- Be right back.
- Alright.

Now, he let the chauffeur
out here...

Mr. Cantrell...

I appreciate your
anxiety, but, uh,

if and when that phone does
ring, you'll want a clear head.

M-- maybe...

maybe they won't want any money.

I mean,
maybe they're just crazy.

Maybe they've just killed her.

If it's humanly possible, sir,
we'll get your wife back to you.

Sure. Sure. Sure.

Oh, now if you'll excuse me,
gentlemen,

I... I'd like to get out
of these business clothes.

Excuse me.

- I'm very frightened.
- Just relax, Mrs. Cantrell.

You don't look like
a bad young man. Are you?

Relax, Mrs. Cantrell.

Where... where are we going?

Mrs. Cantrell.

- I...
- Get along, Mrs. Cantrell.

Sorry, I'm not going to
scream or anything.

Good.

It's just that I'm...

I'm very scared.
I can't help that.

I do talk, though,
when I'm nervous.

I hope you don't mind.

You, you don't mind, do you?

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What's that?

That's just a little
weekend luggage.

I just don't know why
you're doing all of this.

I don't know why you
picked on me.

My husband is a very
influential man.

I know.

Are, you a war veteran?

I mean, you're not a sadist
or anything?

Please relax, Mrs. Cantrell.

I've told you,

the only thing I want from you
is your cooperation.

Here, Mrs. Cantrell,
take these.

They'll calm you down.

They're poison.
You're going to poison me.

Mrs. Cantrell,
if I wanted to kill you,

I could have done so. Hm?

But what I do want you to do
is relax,

so I do want you to take these.

Okay?

Oh, tranquilizers.

Please.

Oh, if they're tranquilizers,
I don't mind.

I take a lot of them sometimes.

I get very nervous.

- I told you that, didn't I?
- Hm-hm.

There you go.
Now you won't be nervous.

Listen, why don't you step
over here,

and just sit down
and relax, alright?

I mean, I don't take them all
the time. I didn't mean that.

Sidney and I are very happy.
23 years.

We don't have to stay here,
do we?

I'll just light this heater,

it'll take the chill
off the air,

make you feel all snug
and comfortable.

Do you have a family?

My father's still alive.

He's very old, but he still
worries about me, even now.

He's gonna be very worried about
all of this.

You know how old people are,

their only daughter
and all that.

And Sidney...

my husband will just go crazy
with worry if I'm not home.

He will.

You know,
Sidney is a very secure person,

but he can just get furious.

He could tear you apart,
you know?

You-- you-- you really can't get
by with anything with him.

I hope you know that.

These pills are very strong.

You promise that
they're not poison?

[scoffs] I promise you,
Mrs. Cantrell,

they are not poison.

They're very strong
sleeping pills,

and they work very quickly.

So why don't you just
lie down now? Alright?

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[Emily sighing]

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Sidney?

Sidney?

Please don't be mad at me.

Okay?

I didn't do it on purpose.

I-- I really swear I didn't.

It's just that,
when you don't come home,

I get so lonely for you.

A-- and those pills...

they-- they just make me feel...

[Emily chuckling softly]

but I don't want you to be
mad at me, Sidney.

Please.

Please.

[Emily sighing]

[clock ticking]

[humming]

[sighing]

Sleep tight, Mrs. Cantrell.

[humming]

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Marie: How 'bout the chin,
was it pointy or anything?

It was very much like that.
More skinny in the cheeks.

I see. Why don't you
look through this...

Mr. Cantrell's a self-made man
is he, chief?

I mean, what else does he do

besides write that astrology
column for the newspapers?

Oh, you'd be amazed how many
people won't make one move

without their own personal
daily horoscope.

- Hm.
- A lot of money in it.

Especially for him.

More big-wig clients,
coast to coast,

than you can shake a stick at.

Well, I just had no idea.

You mean,
that is all that he does, huh?

I wouldn't know.
I'm not all of his clients.

How's it coming, Marie?
Mr. Hines?

Well, I don't know.
I've never done this before.

Yeah, that's coming along,
I guess.

Hines: That's very good.
Marie: Okay.

Yeah.

Hey, you know,
that really floors me.

You mean, he really does make
this kind of money

just from tellin'
people's fortunes?

Yes, I told you, yes.
The man does very well, okay.

Well, I was just thinkin' about
this little old Indian lady

that I know back home.

Now all she has is a little old
lean-to down by the highway.

She'll read the signs in your
hand for two dollars

and fifty cents a pair.

Oh, I guess she does get
three dollars now.

But she'll throw in directions
to Albuquerque to boot.

That's fascinating, McCloud.
Fascinating.

Under other circumstances,
it might even be interesting.

Give ya a handful of
pinion nuts.

Now she just throw that in.
Uh, you know what I mean?

Just the whole ball of wax
for three dollars.

McCloud, I wonder
if you'd do something for me?

Try not talking
for a little while.

- Think you can handle that?
- Uh, yeah.

[Sam scoffs]

Boy, I sure would hate to pay
the taxes on this place.

I don't think you'll have that
worry this week.

This is Clifford here.
My office, please.

Very much like you have there.

- Harry?
- Yeah.

Anything on that limousine?

Oh? Where?

Hines: Well,
it was very much like that.

Marie: Like this, huh?
Peter: Woodhaven?

Marie: And his cheekbones,
were they...

Peter: Yeah, get it in. Get the
lab boys on it right away.

Oh, and, uh,
those personal histories,

get 'em to me
quick as they come in.

Hines: More squingier,
sort of.

Right.

- I think so.
- And about the...

Uh, you know, uh, chief?

- That it has something that...
- No.

You know, uh, somethin'
really been botherin' me.

Well, join the club, Marshal.
What is it?

Well, it's just kind of a puzzle
to me as to why that chauffeur

would turn up back here
instead of dead.

I mean, here's a kidnapper
doesn't even bother

to hide his face,
he leaves off an eyewitness

that can identify him
for sure and...

[sighing]

Ah, gentlemen, I'm sorry
I folded on you like I did.

Oh, you're doing fine, sir.

Why don't you have that drink
I kept you from a while ago?

Captain...

why would a kidnapper let Hines
come back the way he did?

Quite frankly, I don't know.

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Hi.

Yes, sir. Can I help you?

Is, uh, Mr. Cantrell at home?

You a friend of the family?

No, no, no.
I never met the man.

I thought I might drop in
and remedy that situation.

Well, sir, if this is a social
call, I don't--

No, no. No. Strictly business,
as a matter of fact.

Well, if you'll just give me
your name,

I'll call up to the house.

Yeah. Well, that's, uh, that's,
uh, kind of a problem.

You see, uh, I'd much rather do
this whole thing without names,

if that's possible.

Who is it that wants to see
Mr. Cantrell?

Well, uh...

you could say it's the man
who kidnapped his wife.

Now, that oughta get me in,
don't you think?

You satisfied with this
likeness, Mr. Hines?

Yes, sir, it's as good as
I could remember him.

Marshal, I want this to
go out on the wire

to every precinct in the city.

Hines: It's him!

It's him! He's the one!

- No weapons, no ID.
- Just me.

Peter: Where is Mrs. Cantrell?

If you wish to see Mrs. Cantrell
alive again, gentlemen,

you will give me the next
few minutes of your time.

Here, what's this?

That's very good. It's terrific!

Could I have this?

After it's finished, of course.

Mr. Cantrell...

Mr. Cantrell, your, uh, your
chauffeur has identified me.

This, uh...

frustrated looking
gentleman here

recited my legal rights to me.

So why don't we sit down and...

talk some business?

Where's my wife?

My wife, you little...

Easy. Take it easy.

Hold on there, Mr. Cantrell.

Just take a deep breath.
He's not going to go anyplace.

Richard: Thank you, cowboy.

You got about one minute,
mister.

Before you escort me out,
officer,

I suggest you hear me out.

Hm? Now, Mr. Cantrell, your wife
is perfectly safe.

For the moment.

What're you doing?
What the blazes is this?

- What are you just standing...
- Alright, get on with it.

Your, uh, astrological column

is carried in about
300 newspapers, isn't it?

I even hear you-- you have movie
stars

and jet-set princesses,
and that sort of thing.

I mean, people who pay you
a fortune just to have you,

uh, chart the course
of their daily lives,

or whatever you call it.

Thirty seconds.

In other words, Mr. Cantrell,

you are one very wealthy guy.

I would like
some of that wealth.

Therefore,
I have taken your wife.

Where?

It's, uh...

it's almost 10 a.m.

At exactly 7 p.m.,

in about nine hours,

the room in which I have placed
your wife will explode.

Automatically.

Boom!

I, uh, see I do have
everybody's attention.

Now, you, Mr. Cantrell,

will give me a quarter
of a million dollars,

in cash.
and I will leave with it.

When I'm safely away,
I'll get word to you as to

where you can find your wife.

Now, if I-- if I don't
get the money,

or if I don't get safely away
afterward...

Well, I just won't tell you
where your wife is.

You're crazy!

And in nine hours,

she will be one sincerely
exploded lady.

Which will make you a murderer.

[chuckling softly]

Fellas, I'm already sitting here
a confessed kidnapper.

Hm?

Now sure, he, uh, he doesn't
wanna scrounge up the money,

or you clever devils decide
to do some kind of cops

and robbers tap dance
on my head

and let that bomb go off, fine.

You, uh, you will make
a murderer out of me.

Your choice.

I'll bet you play
one heck of a poker game.

Gamble, yeah.

Bluff?

No.

How do you expect
anybody to come up

with a quarter of a million
dollars in nine hours?

And the banks closed
half that time?

Well, actually, I fully intend
to be out of here,

with the money, in six hours.

Which leaves us all
a three-hour leeway.

Me to be on my merry way,

and you to get to Mrs. Cantrell

before that explosive device
blows her to bits.

Well, gentlemen?

Mr. Cantrell?

[sighing]

I-- I-- I'll call my
business manager.

McCloud, Broadhurst.

Sidney: Simmons?
Sidney Cantrell.

Look, I need cash, lots of it,
lots of it. All of it!.

Well, get on the phone
right away.

I need everything I have. Yes.

I want every liquidable asset
I have cashed.

All of it. Yes, everything!

[door opens]

Now, first off,
we've gotta find out

who and what this guy is.

Go back in there, Joe, and
get a set of prints off of him

whether he likes it or not.

McCloud, you stay here with
Broadhurst

and you take charge of Cantrell.

Keep him as far from the booze
and as calm as possible.

Where you gonna be, chief?

Well, out in left field,
it looks like.

I'll be at the office.

Now listen, I've been in on
more than one of these,

and I'm gonna tell you,

unless we find a way
to go on this bum

he's gonna pull it off.

Right under our noses,
he's gonna pull it off.

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[clock ticking]

[telephone ringing]

It's, uh, it's not me, officer.

I'm here.

Hello.

Oh.

[sighs] It's Captain Clifford.

Yeah, Broadhurst here, sir.

How's it going there?

No change.

- You alright, sir? Hm?
- Oh, it's nothing.

Are you sure?
Can I get you anything?

Well, I do have some medicine

in the library,
if you wouldn't mind?

Just tell me where.

Joe: Right, I understand that.
- Well, it's, uh...

It's in one of the drawers
in the desk there.

- I certainly appreciate it.
- Sure thing.

Well, yes, sir. He's Mr.
Cantrell's business manager.

He's on his way over here
to work,

get all that cash together.

[dramatic music]

How're you doing for personnel?

Soon as I'm relieved here

I can do a little sewer
inspecting if you're short.

We haven't got time
to play footsie with.

[thudding]

Are you crazy?

[Sidney grunting]

He was laughing at me!
Laughing at me! Tormenting!

- Where is she?
- Broadhurst! Answer me!

[Sidney grunting]

We need an ambulance here.

Quick.

[breathing heavily]

[crying] Emily...

Emily...

[sobbing] Emily.

[clock ticking]

Woman on PA: Dr. Marciel.

Dr. Marciel.

Is he dead?

Well, he survived the surgery,

but they got that

intensive care stuff
goin' like crazy.

Massive fracture,
subdural hematoma

and a few other little
semi-fatal goodies.

Is there any chance
that he'll be able to talk?

Well, the doctor says
he's in a coma. I don't know.

He may not even wake up.

Looks pretty grim.

Woman on PA: Dr. Crocker.

Dr. Crocker.

Sure tears it for Mrs. Cantrell.

What about Mr. Cantrell?

Well, whatever charges
the DA's office prefers,

they wanna wait till
this matter's settled.

Woman on PA: Dr. Dickerson.

Dr. Dickerson.

Dr. O'Brian. Dr. O'Brian.

Mr. Cantrell
still at the house, chief?

Yes. They're still trying to get
the ransom money together anyway

in case Stevens
has an accomplice

who tries to follow through.

We should be so lucky!

- Excuse me, doctor.
- Not now, please.

Well, it's almost 1:45.

7 o'clock that bomb goes off
and she'll be dead

whether they get the money
together or not.

I knew it.
In my bones, I knew it.

Chief, I wanna help.

Please, McCloud. Please.

Don't try to help me any more.

You just stay here,
out of the way.

He begins to show any signs
of coming out of it,

I wanna know about it.

- Can I do anything?
- Nothing much we can do.

Sam: Excuse me, ma'am.

Uh, that tattoo mean
anything to you? Huh?

Well, it's a Ram's head
or something, isn't it?

Do you know anything about
astrology?

Oh, a little, I guess.

Oh! That's a sign.

- That's Aries. Hm.
- Aries?

Yeah, Aries,
the sign of the ram?

Yeah, that's kinda
what I thought it was.

Um, I-- I'm Capricorn.

- You?
- I beg your pardon?

- Your sign?
- I'm Virgo. I think.

- Uh...
- You're Virgo?

- Oh, that's nice. Yes.
- It is?

Do you mean, Capricorns
and Virgos,

they compatible, huh?

- Uh-huh.
- I just ran into the chief.

You and I aren't compatible with
anybody right now, old pal.

Yeah, I know. Where you been?

Well, we traced down our
friend's apartment,

for what that was worth.

Nothin', huh?

All I can tell you is, that the
man lives neat. Very neat.

You didn't find anything
havin' to do with,

uh, astrology, or horoscopes,
or anything like that, did ya?

Astrology?
That's Cantrell's number.

Yeah, I know. Boy, we sure
didn't help the situation

any, did we?

Don't remind me.

Turning my back like a,
a wet-eared rookie.

And this one may die,

which means Mrs. Cantrell's
probably had it.

Oh, we're terrific.

- Hey, Joe, I wanna thank you.
- For what?

For stickin' around here
and takin' over for me

while I check out
a couple of things.

Hey, what things?
McCloud, I'm off duty.

Well, I know that, I know that.

But that's the reason
why I'm thankin' you.

- McCloud!
- Shh-- shh.

You know, Joe,
I would do anything for you.

[instrumental music]

Yeah. Right. Right.
Twenty thousand shares.

Yeah, we'll collateralize
the whole block.

Right. I'll hold on.

- Howdy. Sam McCloud.
- Oh. Oh, yes!

Sidney mentioned you.
Yeah, yeah.

I'm Mervin Simmons,
Mr. Cantrell's business manager.

I'm holding, I'm holding!

- Just call me Merv.
- Nice to meet you, Merv.

That's, uh, that's quite a getup
you got there. Very clever.

Sort of a reverse mod, right?

Mervin: Very clever.

Right. Okay. Yes.

That's 54,000 on a collateral of
20,000 shares. Right.

Alright. Now you send the
confirmation over to the bank,

like fast, will you?

Right.

Boy, that's fascinating.
Fascinating.

Oh, you like it?
Here, Berman Brothers.

Right off the rack,
if you can believe that.

Sam: Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Well, no, what I was meaning
is that high financial talk,

like collateralize,
and right off the block.

Anybody that can do that.

That is fascinating to me,
I'll tell you.

Well, each to his own, Sam.

You know, we've gotta raise a
quarter of a million dollars

here today...
but we'll do it.

- Right from this phone. Hm-hm.
- Really?

You know, it's no wonder to me
that some of these fancy folk,

they wanna keep their business
managers and their accountants

back where nobody else
can see 'em.

You know what I mean?

I mean, you fellas,
you do the whole job.

Well, I'd hardly call it the
whole job, Sam.

You know, when you get to words
like, uh, "collateralize..."

[chuckling] I'm not even sure
I know what that means.

[chuckling] Well, you see,
when one borrows money,

one puts up collateral, right?

Right. Well, what I'm doing
here today is simply

putting up Mr. Cantrell's stock

as security for this loan
I'm getting.

Collateral.

You know, I find that
extremely creative.

Now, you take a clod like me,
why I would just figure that

I could get the most
out of my money

just by sellin' my stock
outright.

Well, if indeed one does
own the stock outright.

I mean, if it's in one's
own name then, of course,

there is always that option.

Oh, you, I see. You mean,
if the stock

was in Mr. Cantrell's name,
by himself, then, of course,

he doesn't have to, uh...

Collateralize. Right!

There you go.

Collateralize.

Yeah, well, that's,
that's very interesting.

You know, now I've, I've got 25
shares of fertilizer stocks

that my Uncle Maynard left me. I
wonder, do you think I oughta do

what Mr. Cantrell did and put it
in somebody else's name?

Well, that would depend
upon your purpose,

your, uh, your tax structure.

Uh, you planning to
incorporate yourself, Sam?

- Is that what he did?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, no. I think I'd feel
a little bit silly, uh, uh,

tryin' to be a corporation. No.

What was his purpose? I mean,
you don't mind if I try and get

a couple of helpful hints
right straight

from the horse's mouth--

No, no, no, no! Not at all.

No, you see, most of his assets
are held in a corporate name.

That's for tax purposes.

And then, of course, uh,
some of it is held jointly

with Mrs. Cantrell, and then
some she owns herself outright.

- But as for you, Sam...
- Now, hold on there a minute.

I don't know if I wanna put
my whole 25 shares

of Friedman's Fertilizer
in my wife's name.

I mean, come home some day and I
got myself a new vacuum cleaner

instead of my fertilizer stock.
You know what I mean?

Yeah. Well, that's not
the case here, Sam.

No. No, as a matter of fact,
Mrs. Cantrell inherited

quite a sizeable estate
of her own.

Yeah, I mean, these blocks
of stock...

Simmons!

- If you don't mind.
- I'm-- I'm sorry, sir.

I was, I was just explaining
to this gentleman

some financial terminology.

Yes, well, if you have any
questions regarding my affairs,

Mr. McCloud, I'd appreciate you
asking them to my face.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

Uh, I didn't mean to stick
my nose in anywhere.

This wasn't Mr. Simmons'
fault at all.

It's just that I don't
understand, uh,

high finance too well.

You see, I've got myself
these 25 shares

of Friedman's Fertilizer...

Simmons, you have some calls
to make, I believe.

Uh, yes, sir.

- Mr. McCloud?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

You know, Mr. Cantrell, uh,
there is one other question.

Hey, uh, anybody else
want coffee?

No, thank you. No.

No, nothin' for me, Finnegan,
thank you.

Uh, this is one more little
question, if it's alright.

- Uh...
- Yes, certainly.

Well, it's this, uh,
this kidnapper Stevens.

Uh, you, you just can't guess

what he's got tattooed
on his arm.

No, I... couldn't guess.

Aries.

I beg your pardon?

Well, I think that's right.

It's, uh, the ram's head?

That is Aries, isn't it?

Oh, yes, yes. The ram is the
zodiacal sign for Aries.

Uh, I'm afraid
I don't quite follow.

Well, uh, it's just that
here you are,

you're a famous astrologer and
you give daily personal advice

to, oh, the Lord knows how many
people and I was just thinkin'

that if this Stevens, uh,
was an astrology nut,

or-- or whatever you call 'em,
that maybe, just maybe

you might've had contact
with him before...

Without you remembering it,
of course.

Well, it's, it's possible,
of course.

But, uh, to the best
of my knowledge, uh,

marshal, I-- I have never
seen nor heard of him

before this morning.

Hmm. Well, you know, and I was,
I was kinda hopin'

I was on to somethin' there.

Oh, how I wish you were.

If we could only find some clue
to the man. I mean, something!

Yeah.

Well, I'd like to thank you for
your diligence anyway, marshal.

Oh, listen, no need to thank me.

A fella's just doin' his job.

I just sympathize with you
havin' to sit here

and wonder and wait.

Your stomach alright?

Yes, I think so. Why?

Well, you remember, just before
you hit that Stevens, uh,

you had some kind of cramps
or somethin'.

Uh, remember, you sent me out of
the room to get the pills.

Yes, I wish I could forget.

If only you'd still been in this
room, maybe he wouldn't have

outraged me like he did,

maybe I wouldn't have lost
my head, I don't know.

Emily out there somewhere,
a bomb ticking away the time

and I silence the only man who
could've told me where she is.

Yeah, well, it's, it's best
not to get in a stew about it.

Your stomach is alright,
though?

Marshal, is there some
specific question you have

regarding my medication,
or my general health?

Because I really don't feel
particularly

conversational right now.

Well, listen, I can
understand that. No, no.

I-- I wouldn't have
mentioned it at all

except for the age of the pills.

- Age?
- Yeah.

The prescription was
over a year old

and the bottle was almost full.

So I mean, I knew that
you hadn't used them in a while,

and it just seemed a shame to me
that, that you had to use 'em

at all after so long.

Thank you.

It's nice that
they were handy though.

Right there in the top drawer.

Now, I don't know whether you're
merely trying to do your duty,

or whether you're just, well,
trying to feel your way along

with sly innuendos,

or whether you're really
just plain backward.

But I want my wife back,
and I will do anything

or answer any question
in order to achieve that end.

Now, what do you want of me?

Oh, Mr. Cantrell, I didn't mean
to upset you.

Well then, what are
you driving at?

Listen, no. Not a thing. No.

You see, I'm up here, uh,
from Taos, New Mexico.

And I'm on what you call an
intercity exchange program.

I'm tryin' to learn the big city
techniques, and all.

- Very fascinating.
- Well, thank you.

Uh, you know, and one of
the things that, uh,

that I've found that,
uh, the police here

are very, very big on,
is, is detail.

And I wanna tell you
somethin', uh, uh,

some of the fly specks
on this case, they're, uh,

they've just got me
all turned around.

Mm-hmm. How's that, marshal?

Well, you know, I know this,
uh, this isn't,

doesn't mean anything really,
but you take that, uh...

that brass, uh, flower holder
that, that you hit Stevens with.

Now, you've got two of 'em,
right?

No. It's a bronze
and it's a vase.

- Engraved bronze.
- Oh.

- Just one of a kind.
- Really?

Mm-hmm.

Huh.

Well, you know, that's strange.

Uh, now that picture that
was in your home layout

in that magazine in your
library, it showed that old vase

out here in your, your hallway.

Now, of course, the one that you
hit Stevens with was in here.

So, I just took it for granted
that you had two of 'em.

Well, as a matter of fact,
we just happened

to bring it in
the other evening.

You see, Emily enjoys
looking at it.

Uh, drink, marshal?

Uh, no, no. Uh...

No, I, uh...

You know, the thing that...

that really kinda, kinda...

Well, no, that's...

[sighs]

Marshal...

I know I shouldn't ask this
question, but, um,

and I shall regret it, but may I
ask what is confusing you now?

No, now look, I d-- I don't want
to get you mad at me.

No, no, no, no. I-- I won't get
mad at you, marshal.

I, I promised that I would
help you all I could

and if that means, uh,
well, helping you

out of your confusion,
please feel free.

Well, I appreciate that,
Mr. Cantrell, because there is

one last thing that really
has-- has got me

all turned around...

Uh, do you mind?

Now, Stevens was sittin'
here where I am, right?

And, uh, and he was
sneerin' at you.

- Yes. That's right.
- Yeah.

Would... Now would you mind
standin' where you were standin'

during the sneerin'?

Uh...

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Now that-- that heavy brass
vase that was-- that was handy?

You're doing very well, yes.

[chuckles]
No, no, I'm not.

I... I'll tell you what,
I'll sneer at you,

and then you come at me and you
make out like you're grabbin'

that brass vase like you did
and I'll show you

just how garbled
that I can get.

And that, that was it, huh?

You just, you just, uh,
moved over here and...

Well, I was a little beside
myself at the time,

but, uh, to the best
of my memory, yes.

I don't know. I...

How in the blazes
did he manage to get hit

on the back of the head?

That's really...

I just give up.

- What sign are you, marshal?
- Hm?

Virgo, I think.

Yes, I would say Virgo.

Very exacting, hm, critical,
always searching, sifting...

make a very good detail man.

- Is that a fact?
- Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Virgos are very
industrious people.

In fact, nose to the grindstone
and all that sort of thing.

Oh, sometimes diligence
has its own reward.

However, in your case, I can
foresee you coming into

a very large sum of money
in the near future.

Hm?

A large sum of money? Me?

No, no, that...

That's gotta be in somebody
else's future.

No, I'm just gonna have
to stick to my job.

You know, another consideration:
Virgos are often so industrious

that they, they can't see
the forest for the trees

and end up, uh,
engaging in a lot of, well,

fruitless endeavors, as it were.

Well, I wouldn't wanna
do any more

fruitless endeavoring
than I have to.

You know, I would appreciate
any expert advice.

I would say, uh, relax a bit.

Yes, relax a bit.

Uh, pressing a point
can often prove...

detrimental to a Virgo.

Uh, McCloud?

Captain Clifford just called
and he expressed

a rather definite desire
to see you.

At your convenience, of course.

- He did?
- He did.

Excuse me.

By the way, your watch will be
ready on Monday.

What's that?

I stopped by the jewelry store
where that Stevens fellow

picked up your wife.

They said she'd been in
to leave off your watch.

Oh. Yes, yes, of course.

That's a terrible coincidence.

Bein' kidnapped right in front
of the jewelry store

where she left your watch off.

It's a crime.

Yes.

You got the correct time?

I do happen to possess more than
one wristwatch, marshal.

And it is exactly 3:37.

3:37.

That's right.

McCloud on TV: Well, we, uh,
we can't release his name,

but he is the suspect in
question, and Mr. Cantrell,

as far as we know, uh, did
strike him down, yes.

Man on TV: Your superior,
Captain Clifford,

usually authorizes
these statements

only after the fact
in a kidnapping case.

Can you tell me,
Marshal McCloud,

what caused Captain Clifford
to allow news coverage now,

before the case is solved?

McCloud on TV: Yeah. Well, uh,
you see, uh,

the chief feels that, uh,

that the right of the public to
know what its police department

is doing is paramount.

Man on TV:
Captain Clifford said that?

McCloud on TV: Uh, not in-- in
exactly, uh, those...

And did you hear
your captain say that, McCloud?

Well, it wasn't exactly, uh,
just exactly those words--

The newspapers say so!

The TV news programs all say so!

But chief does not recall
uttering those words to you!

Now, what was going on
in your head?

Well, in case that he had
an accomplice that knew

where Mrs. Cantrell was,
you see, I know

Stevens can't go runnin' out
and tell an accomplice

that he's in a hospital
layin' in a coma

with his head cracked open.
So I just did it for him.

Are you followin' me there,
chief?

Not a bad idea.

In fact, coming from you,
I consider it a great idea.

But I will try once more,
McCloud, to explain to you

the meaning of the word
"procedure."

Uh-huh.

For instance,
not only were you giving out

an unauthorized interview.

You were also
detailed to the hospital

to look after our kidnapper.

But you did not do that.

No. You left Broadhurst there
and you went back

to the Cantrell house,
where you do not belong.

May I ask why?

I think you got
every right, chief.

- Thank you.
- You see, I had me a theory.

Tell me your theory, marshal.

I have nothing in the world
to do but listen.

Well, you see...

now, just suppose that
Mr. Cantrell arranged

with Stevens
to kidnap his own wife.

Suppose.

Well, I know it's just a theory,
but it works like this.

You see, Stevens kidnaps
Mrs. Cantrell and he puts her

someplace where she will
automatically get killed

if anything happens to him,
meaning Stevens.

And then, and this is, of
course, without Stevens knowing

beforehand that
he's gonna get had,

Cantrell just bops him
over the head.

Really?

Yeah.

And then with Stevens
not bein' able to tell

where Mrs. Cantrell is,
of course, she dies.

And Mr. Cantrell gets off
scott-free

because everybody knows
that it's Stevens

that's responsible, you see?

And the motive?

Well, the motive, that's, uh,
that's so he can get

all the ransom money together.

You know that Mr. Cantrell can't
even sell his own stocks

and bonds or any of that stuff.
They're not even in his name.

They're in hers.
I found that out.

All he can do is
just borrow on 'em.

And how did Cantrell get Stevens
to be his kidnapper?

Well, that's a-- that's a good
question there, chief.

You see... now when I was
at the hospital,

I saw a tattoo on his arm.

- A tattoo.
- That's right. A tattoo.

Right on his arm, there's a
tattoo of a ram's head.

- A ram's head?
- A ram's head.

That's the sign of Aries.
That's astrological, you know.

Now, I figure that if Stevens
believes a whole lot

in this astrology thing,
and if this Cantrell

is this big, uh,
astrological leader, uh,

that maybe now, just maybe,
he might wield

a lot of, um,
a lot of control

over the folks
that he counsels.

What do you think of that?

I think Cantrell
may be a suspect.

- I think anything is possible.
- There you go.

I also think you are going
back to the hospital

before you put me into one!

There you go.

Well, chief, I appreciate
your confidence.

Woman on PA:
Doctor Remick, check with

intensive care desk, please.
Doctor Remick....

Any change?

A little.
But for the worse.

Do you think there's any chance
that he'll pull through at all?

Well, his life signs
aren't very stable.

The next hour or so
should tell us.

Woman on PA:
Nurse Colburn, please.

EKG to 4-4-7.

Nurse Colburn, please.
EKG 447.

Uh...

Yes, may I help you?

I was just wonderin'
about the young lady.

Is she someone?
A relative?

- That girl just now?
- Yes.

No, she said she was a reporter.

- Reporter?
- Mm-hmm.

[dramatic music]

You know I hate to barge in
on you like this, miss.

Sam McCloud's the name.

With the New York police
from Taos, New Mexico.

That's wild. Lorraine.

- How are ya?
- Hi.

You know, if Richard Stevens
doesn't regain consciousness,

the woman that he kidnapped
is probably gonna die.

Well, he's going to
regain consciousness.

He's going to be
perfectly alright.

Well, I, I admire your faith.

But, uh, in less than four hours
a bomb is gonna go off

and a woman's gonna die unless
he, or yourself can tell me

where she is
before that happens.

Well, really, I don't know
anything about all that.

I just heard about it
on the news.

Really, I-- I don't know
Rick Stevens that well.

You don't?

Well, I wouldn't want you
to incriminate yourself.

- Have you got a lawyer?
- Lawyer!

What do I need a lawyer for?
I have nothing to lie about.

Excuse the mess.
I told you, I just,

I just heard about it
on the news.

You just happened to be packed
for a little vacation trip.

It so happens
that we were to receive

a large amount of money today.

Uh, we will receive a large
amount of money today,

and we're going
to Spain. Malaga?

Richard is going to be
perfectly alright.

Richard tell you that?

His chart told him,
and my chart told me.

Lorraine, I want to tell
you something.

Even if Richard lives, and even
if we can find Mrs. Cantrell

in time to save her,
he's not goin' to Spain.

He's gonna stay here
and he's gonna stand trial

for kidnapping.
And if Mrs. Cantrell dies,

he's gonna be a murderer
to boot.

Now, is that what you want?

You want your man to be
a murderer? Is that it?

It just, uh, it just
will not happen.

It will not happen.

It just will not.

Would you like some tea?

You know, I just,
it's all so confusing.

I don't understand this thing
about-- about kidnapping someone

and-- and then getting hurt like
that.

It, I-- I don't know
what it means.

You mean, there was nothing in,
uh, in Richard's chart

which would indicate that
he was gonna get hurt today.

No, nothing. I mean, his Mars
was in really good aspect

and it's just, uh, well,
I don't, it's so confusing.

That's why I went down to the
hospital. Trying to make some...

Who does, uh, who makes up
your charts,

yours and Richard's?

Richard does mine.
He's really tough.

Well, who does his?

You're trying to hurt Richard

and I'm not gonna
help you do it.

Now, Richard and I have
something very special

that you would not understand.

You're a Virgo, aren't you?

[chuckles]

That's, uh,
that's pretty good.

You know, Mr. Cantrell would
be proud of you.

Well, uh, why would he
be proud of me?

Well, you know him, don't you,
you and Richard?

Oh, well, I've seen him
on-- on-- on TV,

I mean, you know--

But it is Mr. Cantrell
that helps Richard

to know what the stars have
in store for him, isn't it?

Listen, I don't know
what it is you want from me.

Now, it-- it's really getting
very confusing to me.

I wish that Richard
could talk to me...

I just, I don't understand
why you're asking me

all these questions!

Lorraine...

Look, Richard is going to be
perfectly alright,

we will receive a large amount
of money, we will go to Spain

and we're going to be
very happy and free.

Lorraine, why don't you just
let me take you on

back to the hospital, there's no
sense being without him.

Hey...

You mean,
you trust me to do that?

Of course, but I've
gotta know something

and I want you
to tell me the truth.

Did you have any part with
Richard in this kidnapping?

The planning of it,
the talking about it.

No, I didn't.

But you do know that a woman
is gonna get killed

if we don't find her in time.
You know that.

Now, do you have any idea
at all, any hunch, any thought,

as to where he might
have hidden her?

Now think about it!

Please! Think.

I'm sorry.

But I, I don't wanna see
anyone get hurt.

But I really don't know.

Grey: So I have to suffer
because he didn't want

to come in today.

I'll take my file, please.

- Uh, Mr. Grey, I...
- My file, young lady!

It's D.G. 5-18-01.

I'll be taking my chart to
an astrologer who cares enough

about his clients to give them
a bit of his time! Quiet, Kitty.

Well, well, well, Mr. Cantrell
cares very much, sir.

I know he does.
It's just that, uh,

well, he had an em-- emergency
or something today--

Yeah! He had an emergency!

D.G. 5-18-01.
Now just take it out, please.

Now just take it out!

- Oh.
- Thank you.

[mumbles]

Some days it doesn't pay
to get out of bed.

Mr. Cantrell will say
it's all my fault.

I just don't know what to do!

Well, you've got me
for a witness.

Courage and courtesy
in the face of the enemy,

and I'll testify to it.

Oh, you, well,
I don't really care!

I, I hate this place.

He's never here and he doesn't
pay for my parking.

Really?

Well, you know, Richard said
that he was a pretty nice fella.

Now, hey, that doesn't sound
like he's a nice fella

at all, does he?
Do you know Richard?

- Um...
- Richard Stevens?

No, uh, I-- I-- I'm afraid
I don't.

Hm! Well, that's funny.
'Cause, uh, well, I know

he's a client of Mr. Cantrell's.

I mean, he gets his personal
daily horoscope from him.

Oh, well-- well, see I-- I don't
know anybody's name anyway.

I mean, 'cause he's got his
files coded in this dingbat way,

I mean, I mean, look at this.

This is not alphabetical,
it's not chrono...

Chronolog... It's a mess!

- Oh, it's a mess alright.
- And that's nothing!

Look at this! Look at this!

Look at this! See those glasses?

Whenever he's here, he comes in
and he checks to see

that the emblems
are facing front.

Facing front,
for heaven's sakes!

A bunch of glasses
in a closed cabinet--

Oh, now, now, honey, you,
you've gotta calm down.

You're-- you're holdin'
too tight a rein there.

Do you know that-- that old
gentleman that was in here?

That, uh, D.G. 5-18-01,
I think it is...

Do-- do you think he's any
nuttier than the rest?

I-- I am going berserk
from those people.

Did you-- did you see the cat?

He's in love with his cat,
you know.

I mean, I am really
going berserk!

D.G. 5-18-01,
it sounds like initials

or-- or birthdates or somethin',
doesn't it?

- I'll tell you what it is.
- What?

He wants a secretary,
a cleaning woman, a handmaiden,

and a court jester,
that's what it is!

And I just can't do it any more.
I just can't!

That only goes to "K."
Excuse me.

Did you see the venetian blinds?

- Uh, no--
- Look! Look at them!

Whenever he's here, I have
to move them every hour.

To follow the sun!

Every hour!
Can you believe that?

And then he doesn't even
come in for a whole week,

and I get the cat lovers
and the bed wetters

and all those creepy people
out of the woodwork,

and they just yell at me,
and I... and I just...

Now, now, now, now,
just now relax there, honey.

Just-- just-- just hang on here.

Now, just, just let it all
hang out there.

There you go.

The least that I can do is
to kinda help you

get these files
straightened out here.

Oh, well, here are the S's.

Now, let's see if it's as
jumbled at this end.

Of course it's jumbled.
I know it's jumbled.

And I don't care,
I just don't care.

Oh, I don't know what to do!

Well, honey, I'll tell ya,
if I were you

I think maybe I'd find myself
a new job.

Yeah?

There you go.

He died about four minutes ago.

No. No, he never
came out of it.

Okay, McCloud.
You can go home.

Mr. Cantrell,
Richard Stevens is dead.

Did he, uh,
say anything before he...

Not a word.

She's doomed then, isn't she?

Nothing in the world
can save her now.

Nothing.

But...

He couldn't die today.

Today was a good day for him.

It was! Really it was.

He couldn't have died today.

He...

[sobbing]

- Mr. McCloud?
- Yeah. I'm here.

Could I have a glass
of water, please?

You betcha.

[dramatic music]

Everything Mr. Cantrell said to
Richard, it was like gospel.

Richard got so that he
worshipped Mr. Cantrell

like some kind of...

You know, Lorraine, uh,
Richard must've done

or said something to you
that would give us a clue

as to where he hid
Mrs. Cantrell.

Now think.

Did he do anything unusual,
lately? Anything at all?

Any little thing?

Well, he, he borrowed a cot...

A sleeping cot.

A cot? What'd he want
with a cot?

Well, I asked him,
but he wouldn't tell me.

Well, when was it?

Uh... Tuesday.

Day before yesterday?

I remember because he got
a ticket that day.

In my car.

A moving violation?

Parking ticket, I think.

Was it here in the city?
You know where it was?

He didn't say.

If I can find that out
sure enough...

that can narrow things
down a whole lot.

Sidney: What time is it?

Clifford: A little after 5:30.

In an hour and a half
she'll be dead.

My men are doing
everything they possibly can,

you must believe that,
Mr. Cantrell.

You know, it's absurd, captain.

But the moment I struck
that man, uh, Stevens,

or whatever his name was...

My God, I, I've murdered
my wife!

Now we can't be sure
Stevens wasn't bluffing.

There may not even be a bomb.
7 o'clock could come and go.

Oh, stop it, stop it.
You don't believe that

any more than I do, captain.
Look at all that money there!

Why don't you just take it
and burn it, throw it away,

give it away or anything,
I've killed my wife!

That's the only debt
I have to pay.

McCloud, what are you
doing here?

Mr. Cantrell? I wanna know
which one of your clients

belongs to your office file
labeled R.S. 3-30-41?

- I beg your pardon?
Clifford: McCloud, what is this?

- And what is that?
- Just an office file.

R.S. 3-30-41. Which one?
Which client?

Captain, may I ask by whose
authority you or your men

have searched my clients'
personal files?

- In my office?
- McCloud....

Then you admit
this is your file?

Well, of course it is. R.S., uh,
that's initials and birth...

Richard Stevens maybe?
R.S., Richard Stevens?

Well, marshal, uh,

my files are coded
specifically that way

to protect my client's identity.

You see, when I do business
with them by mail,

even then, sometimes, they don't
want me to know their names.

You see, marshal,
astrology is a very private

and a very personal science.

McCloud, did you have a valid
warrant to confiscate that file?

I didn't need one.
His secretary gave it to me.

- My secretary!
- Yeah, your secretary.

You know,
she was very cooperative.

You ought to pay her parkin'.

Oh, very funny,
oh, marshal, I resent you,

your tone,
your limpid machinations,

no matter what their
supposed objectives.

But I do not know
who R.S. 3-30-41 is--

- You're a liar!
- McCloud, that'll do!

You're lyin' in your teeth!

Clifford: McCloud, this
department is not prepared

to file charges
against Mr. Cantrell.

And certainly not based
on your accusations.

Now, I don't know what
you think you're up to,

but you'd better do it
someplace else.

You be in my office 9 o'clock
tomorrow morning

with your bags packed.

Mr. Cantrell, if you feel the
department owes you an apology,

you may make whatever
formal complaint

you consider necessary.

No, it doesn't matter.

I, I just want my wife home.

What's with McCloud?

I don't know.

Yes.

Lorraine on phone:
I'm taking over for Richard.

What? Who is this!

Lorraine on phone:
I said, I'm taking over

for Richard, Mr. Cantrell.

Richard? Richard who?

Do you have the money,
Mr. Cantrell?

Sidney on phone:
Yes-- yes. I have it.

Fine. You bring it to me
in exactly one hour.

Huh, h-- how do I know you're
not some kind of a crank?

When your wife was picked up,
she was wearing a grey suit

with a diamond pin on it.

Come alone, Mr. Cantrell,
in one hour.

Drive to Queens, Packard Street.

It's a half a block
past 21st Street,

there's an alley on the right.
You'll see the door.

Mr. Cantrell, alone.

In one hour.

This could be the break
we needed, Mr. Cantrell.

Yes... Yes.

It-- it seems that he must have
had an accomplice.

Now, you'll take the money
and you'll appear to be alone.

But you'll be followed and
monitored every foot of the way.

Don't look for us.
We'll be there.

No, no. If you follow and they
see you, what then?

We know our job,
Mr. Cantrell.

Oh, that's fine, but do the
kidnappers know theirs?

What if they should see you,
and they should panic!

This is my wife we're talking
about! I'm sorry, captain.

I won't risk Emily's
life any further!

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Lorraine:
Come in, Mr. Cantrell.

Where are you?

Lorraine: Just walk through
the door ahead of you.

Put the money on the bench.

Well, there it is.

It's, uh, Stevens' girlfriend,
isn't it?

Lorraine.

That's right.

Do you realize that it's
almost 7 o'clock?

And that my poor, dear,

high-strung,
dependent little wife

may die at 7 o'clock.

Did you know that, Lorraine?

You'll get your wife back.

Oh?

When?

Soon.

How do I know that?

How do I know that you even know
where your boyfriend put her?

How do you know that I don't?

I don't.

Well, you, uh,
you have your money and...

I'm sure you'll...
forgive me if I...

leave you now
and let you count it, hmm?

It's alright, Mr. Cantrell.
Miss, you're under arrest.

But, marshal... I-- I don't
understand. What--

I got a radio in the car, and we
still got a few minutes left.

If we can get her to tell us
where your wife is,

I think we got a chance.
How 'bout it, miss?

I have nothing to say.

You let that woman die,
you're going to be a murderer!

Richard's dead and the rest
just doesn't matter to me.

Besides, I, I-- I don't know
where she is.

Really I don't.

Look, it's-- it's too late
anyway.

It's-- it's almost 7:00.

Marshal,
it-- it doesn't matter.

We got time.
And I think she's lyin'.

And you're not pullin'
the wool over my eyes.

Now where is she?

She told you she didn't know!

Now, where is Mrs. Cantrell?

Well, well, take her downtown,
then. She'll talk there!

I-- I'm leaving!

Where is she?

[grunts]
It's jammed!

Excuse me...

[grunts]

I must've locked it accidently
when I closed the door.

- You stupid hayseed!
- Well, that's alright.

Chief Clifford's probably
got the place surrounded.

He'll be breakin' in.
We gotta get to your wife!

Now, look, young lady.

I'm tellin' you, the bomb's
gonna go off in a minute or two

and it's gonna kill somebody
unless you tell us

where that woman is.

I don't know. I swear.

And I say that you do!

Well, don't just stand there
arguing!

We've gotta get out of here!

Where is she?

The whole place
may be rigged to explode!

Now, I wonder how he knew
where that key was?

Hello, Sidney.

Oh, Sidney. Why? Why?

I loved you so much.

And we did so much together.
I was always there.

Always at your side, to-- to
help you and talk with you,

and be with you,
and talk with you.

Sidney, I was always there.

I would never have left you....

I'd prefer to go quietly.

There's a bag of money in there.

Alright. You can unpack.

Well, thank ya.

You know, I wanna apologize to
you for that rambunctious scene

that I put on
at his house today.

But, you know, I figured
that was the only way

that I could convince Cantrell
that you weren't

part of my little scheme
to nab him here.

I would have liked to have been
part of your little scheme.

Yeah. Well, all's well
that ends well.

Shakespeare.

When we get back to the office,
you and I are going to have

a little talk about some things.

- Things?
- Procedure, McCloud.

Remember? Official, acceptable,
normal police procedure.

Excuse me, would you hold
my bomb a minute?

Uh, just a minute.

I got a pebble in my boot,
I think.

Clifford: It must've fallen
out of your head.

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