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Ernestine: Bubba.

Bubba.

Ernestine: Bubba. Bubba: Yeah, ma.

Ernestine: Are you alright, son?

Bubba: Oh, sure.

I'm alright.

Ernestine: Driving all the way from Dayton,

I don't know how you did it.

You must be exhausted.

Bubba: No, I'm okay, ma.

Ernestine: What hotel are we staying at?

Bubba: St. Richard. Best in town.

I can't believe we're staying in a place like this.

Well, I told you we're gonna do it up brown, ma.

You know, this is one of the finest places in the city.

It doesn't even seem American. It's so elegant.

Yeah. It's famous though.

I read the Vice President stays here all the time.

- Say, uh, sir? Man 1: Mmm.

You sure this one's got a sitting room?

It's got a sitting room, sir.

And it overlooks that big park?

It overlooks the park, sir.

Alright.

Oh, Bubba.

This here's the best you got, right?

Well, the presidential suite's being fumigated, sir.

Well, ma, what do you think?

Oh, it must be so expensive.

- Top of the world, ma. - [chuckles]

- You hungry? - Oh, I could eat a little.

Say, sir?

How do I get some steak and eggs up here for my ma?

Well, that's called room service, sir.

- You dial seven. - Well, thank you.

Ma, why don't you go and have a hot bath

and eat some breakfast,

and then I'll be back before you get to the coffee?

Oh, do you have to go? You drove all night.

I gotta go, ma.

Okay, son.

Anything else, sir?

No. Thank you.

Uh, sir?

Oh. [chuckles]

Yeah.

- And we thank you. - I can see that.

Now I didn't wanna say nothing in front of my ma,

but I'd appreciate you not being so rude next time.

- Okay? - Okay.

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McCloud: Mr. Pakowski, are you sure

that you need police protection?

Pakowski: Oh, absolutely.

I mean, I'm not safe on the city streets.

Well, it is a little bit unusual.

I mean, uh, these complaints

that you've filed about strange women attacking you.

That's all that happens to me.

I mean, I can't walk into a restaurant.

They-- they wanna touch me, hold me.

It's pure feminine lust, that's all it is.

- Alright. Have a seat. - Thank you.

You know, uh, you got a problem there.

There's no question about that.

It's, uh...

it's a problem.

You know, this is the fifth time this week

that you've reported these strange women molesting you.

Alright, let's face it. To them, I'm a sex object.

They sense something inside of me.

It's a curse. It's a curse.

But you know there's something strange about this.

Now as far as I can tell,

there's a definite pattern to these female attacks

on your person.

I mean, you know, sooner I fill out one report

and you get attacked again.

Almost immediately.

Now in my opinion, uh...

I think there's a leak in security

right here in this office.

Yeah.

I think that the complaints that you've been filing

have been falling in enemy hands.

Women.

File clerks, I'll bet.

With-- with short fingernails

and-- and big teeth.

Mmm.

Could be.

Now I'll just fill out this new complaint of yours

here in triplicate and do the usual two hours of--

Oh, no, no, no, no. No, you don't, buddy.

I need protection. Security.

You people are no help.

Have you tried the fire department?

- No, but I will. - There you go.

You spent any days on the stolen car detail yet, McCloud?

No, Joe, I'm happy to say that I--

Well, today, you're on stolen car detail.

That's your list of vehicles stolen in the past six months.

Six months?

You-- you know, Joe,

I'd be very proud to serve with you

[chuckles] if I don't throw out my back

just lifting this here report.

Where do I start? The front or the back?

You start with the next one that comes in.

Go on over and get yourself a cup of coffee, McCloud.

Relax.

I appreciate your, uh, your thoughtfulness, sir.

Boy, oh, boy.

You guys are really something.

Was your vehicle locked, Mr. Gillespie?

Of course, it was locked!

You think I'm a nut to leave my car unlocked

in the middle of New York?

You cops come along, ask a lot of dumb questions.

That guy can be halfway to Buffalo by now!

Hey, you know, that fella saying his car was locked,

I think my partner actually believes him.

Hey, that a real six-gun?

Yeah.

That a real set of car keys?

I refuse to answer on grounds it incriminates and degrades me.

You're a real New Yorker, ain't you?

You fellas should try a little preventive maintenance,

car owners would feel a little safer in this town.

Yes, sir. Well, thank you for your cooperation.

We'll get in touch with you

as soon as anything turns up on your car.

Now, well, you just do that.

McCloud?

McCloud.

Oh, Detective Sergeant Broadhurst,

I would like for you to meet Deputy Marshal Joey Martin.

- How do you do? - How about it, Sam?

Well, I think you're right on there, deputy.

Right here on the Interstate list,

reported stolen out of Dayton, Ohio, yesterday morning.

He likes sunflower seeds.

How big would you say he was, deputy?

- Lot bigger than you guys. - Yeah?

Hey, wait a minute. This kid saw him?

Now, now, Joe, now we're not asking Deputy Martin here

to-- to be a blabbermouth.

He-- he could never hold up his head on the street again.

[music playing on stereo] Hey, what are you doing?

He likes country western music.

Sunflower seeds and candy bars...

and soda pop.

And the ashtray was empty.

Hey, there you go.

Big, athletic man, non-smoker.

Right.

Now let's see.

He left this big, snazzy car

and he stole himself another one, an older one.

Now why do you think he did that, deputy?

- I'll call the station. - Right.

Why?

Pull a big job maybe.

Maybe a bank.

Needed a getaway car they couldn't identify.

Well, that's-- that's pretty colorful thinking,

but you don't pull off a big job in a car

that's just about out of gas like this one.

Well, would be lot easier to fill up the tank

than it would be to-- to steal another car.

No, deputy, I...

I think that our big, athletic friend

is just flat-footed broke,

that's what he is.

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Do you think he'll be in pretty soon?

Ought to be. I don't know.

Listen, you owe us a bill, you wanna pay,

you can pay me, you know.

I'll give you a receipt.

Mr. Gruber will be pretty busy when he does come in.

Well, you see, ma'am, it's nothing like that.

I'm a...

friend of a friend, so to speak.

Mm-hmm.

But it is business...

and it is important.

Mm-hmm. [typewriter clacking]

- Sure is a big city. - Mm-hmm.

You know, ma'am, I've been working in a collection agency

pretty much like this one back in Dayton.

Of course, it's, uh, only temporary employment.

You see, I'm a ballplayer.

Professional.

Yeah, well, it always helps if you play ball a little.

Well, I play football, ma'am.

I'm a linebacker.

You ever hear of the Cleveland Browns?

The only thing I know about football is Joe Namath.

You know Joe Namath?

Old Joe? [chuckles] Heck yes, ma'am.

You know, he's got knee trouble same as mine.

It wasn't his knees I heard about.

He was lucky.

I mean, they fixed him so he could still play

right away.

Me, I'm... still healing sort of.

Any calls?

That guy Wilkerson wants another week.

Says he can't pay the interest till his welfare check clears

and that won't be until Tuesday or Wednesday.

Mm-hmm.

Tell him he's got till the end of the day's business. Period.

- Mr. Gruber? - Make an appointment.

Hey, what is this? What do you what?

You know Barney Sweetwater in Dayton?

Sweetwater? What about him?

I've been collecting for him.

Twenty percent of what I collect, I keep.

I collected some money for Mr. Faraday here in New York.

He never sent me my commission.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let me get this straight.

You trying to tell me

that Barney Sweetwater detailed you from Dayton

to put the squeeze on Jack Faraday?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

No.

Barney didn't send me exactly.

He told me Faraday didn't pay the commission,

so I've come to collect it.

You see, it's $10,000 I got coming.

So what are you doing in my office?

Well, you're Barney's New York connection agent.

Ah, Barney's got a bigmouth.

Listen, kid, I don't know any Jack Faraday.

I don't do business with him and I don't know him.

You're not telling me the truth.

Hey, I'm telling you to beat it.

Now, listen, if you're looking for Jack Faraday,

from what I hear, you're looking for nothing but grief.

I'm telling you I don't know the guy,

I don't work with him, and I don't wanna be involved.

So why don't you beat it, will you?

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. Take it easy.

Mister, back in Dayton, I had to rough two guys up

to collect that money for Mr. Faraday.

Take it easy, will you?

I had to rough them up kind of bad.

I don't like it when I have to do that.

Now, he didn't send Barney my commission.

It's $10,000 that's due me.

I've come to collect.

So I'm gonna ask you again.

Please tell me where I can find this Mr. Faraday.

Kid, you're putting me on a spot.

Wait. Okay. Alright. Wait a minute. I...

Mister, I got $10,000 due me.

You don't tell me where I can find this Faraday guy,

I'm gonna throw you out this window.

Alright, alright! Take it easy, will you?

I don't know any Jack Fa... Alright! Alright!

Okay.

I know a couple of guys that work for him.

His employees.

They just work for him.

You know their names?

One calls himself Dave. I don't know their last names!

But they hang out at the Lavender Doily.

And what's that?

It's a saloon on 7th Avenue. The Lavender Doily.

They're there every afternoon at 1 o'clock. They eat there.

Okay, Mr. Gruber, 1 o'clock.

Now, if I don't this Dave and his friend...

I'm gonna be coming back here.

Yeah, you do that.

Hey, kid.

- What's your name? - Charlie White.

But I play under the name Bubba.

Football.

Semi-pro.

Okay, Bubba.

Okay, Mr. Gruber.

You know, if you remember anything else,

you can call me at the St. Richard Hotel.

Don't worry, I'll do that.

Bye again, Mr. Gruber.

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[knocks]

Come in.

Sorry to disturb you, ma'am.

Well, I thought you were room service.

We're police officers.

We'd like to see Charles White, please.

He's not here.

- When's he coming back, ma'am? - What has he done?

- Suspicion of car theft. - Car theft?

We've got a car.

We just drove all the way from Ohio.

Yes, ma'am. The man in Ohio who owns that car

reported it stolen yesterday morning.

May I have your name, please?

Ernestine White.

I'm Bubba's mother.

Bubba?

Mrs. White, the longer it takes us to find your son,

the harder it will go for him.

When has it been easy?

Joe, I'll catch up with you in a minute if you don't mind.

I'll be just a minute.

I'll wait in the hall.

Excuse me, ma'am. Uh, I wonder,

can you spare me a cup of that hotel coffee?

Certainly do appreciate it.

Uh, alright, hold, hold.

Let me give you a hand with that.

I just don't understand.

You mean you didn't know that the car was stolen?

Mr. Sweetwater is Bubba's boss

and he loaned it to him for the trip here.

Is that right?

Well, I must say one thing.

Mrs. White, you really eat a man's size breakfast.

Cost me a month's pay. [chuckles]

- Everything here is a la carte. - Oh, yeah?

Well, they can sure stick you for that a la carte business,

that's for sure. [chuckles]

You know, I checked into a hotel once.

It was in, uh, Tucumcari, I think it was, yeah.

I got the best room they had,

ordered everything they had on the menu.

I slept like a log, ate like a hog.

Do you know that I didn't have a dime to my name?

Not a red cent.

What did you do?

Well... [chuckles]

I joined the police department.

[chuckles] I figured if you can't whip 'em,

you better join 'em. You know what I mean?

[laughs]

You know, Mrs. White, uh...

Bubba could have sold that car easily enough.

He could have made himself a nice piece of coin,

but he didn't do that.

Now I don't think that he's looking to be dishonest.

Am I wrong about that, Mrs. White?

Bubba is very sportsmanlike.

He-- he wanted to...

- Mister, uh... - McCloud.

- McCloud. He wanted-- - Sam McCloud.

- Sam McCloud. - From Taos, New Mexico.

- I drove through there once. - Taos?

Mm-hmm.

You see, Bubba wanted to-- to play semi-professional football,

but he had such hard luck.

He-- he hurt his knee.

And this man here in New York

owes him $10,000.

He's some sort of a business associate of Mr. Sweetwater's.

What's his name? Do you know?

No, I don't know.

I don't think they're very nice people.

Well, what did Bubba do for this Mr. Sweetwater in Dayton?

Mr. Sweetwater has a collection agency

and Bubba's been collecting for him.

But he doesn't like it.

And now that he's intent on getting this money,

I just have a feeling that...

that he's gonna hurt someone

or someone's gonna hurt him.

Ten thousand dollars, that's a lot of money.

He wants that money for me.

You see, I have a cousin over in Bayonne, New Jersey,

and he wants that money

so he can get us a place together.

But I don't care about that money, Mr. McCloud.

Find him for me.

Well, I'll sure give it my best shot, ma'am,

but I just have no idea where he's gone.

Bubba thinks this is the last chance

he's gonna get to help me,

and he's had such hard luck.

- He's so tired of it. - Now, now, now, now.

- Come on, Mrs. White, now. - Promise me you'll help me.

Now, listen, you... Hey, hey.

You can't-- you can't be crying

over your a la carte breakfast.

You're gonna ruin the whole thing.

You know, I'm gonna make you a promise.

I'm gonna promise you that I'm gonna find Bubba for you.

I promise you. Does that make you feel better, hmm?

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

There you go.

Anything?

Yeah, she's, uh, she's pretty worried about her son.

So?

So I-- I sort of promised her

that I'd help find him for her.

- You what? - All I could say, Joe.

She's, uh, she's really upset.

McCloud, you're on stolen car detail.

Yeah.

Well, he stole a car, didn't he?

She's a nice lady.

You coming?

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In closing, please be advised that any information

you may require can be obtained through my attorneys,

the firm of Carter and Rubilo.

Very truly yours, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

You're early, Gruber.

You call Carter and Rubilo right now.

Tell them if they give those meatheads

even one scrap of information, I'll cut 'em off at the knees.

- Right. - Gruber?

Keep that thing out of my office.

Oh.

Oh.

It's a good week this week, Mr. Faraday.

Six thousand from Cleveland

and only one payoff on the numbers in Wichita.

- I can read, Gruber. - Yeah.

Well, the reason I was early this morning, Mr. Faraday,

was, uh...

You know Barney Sweetwater?

- In Dayton? - Yeah, that's right.

Well, uh, some big hick that works for him

came barreling in my office this morning looking for you.

Well, how did he get my name?

Sweetwater, I guess.

Larry, get me Barney Sweetwater in Dayton.

Barney's got a bigmouth.

That's exactly what I said. Yeah.

Well, this kid says that you owe him money.

Commission on a collection he made

through, uh, Sweetwater for you.

I don't owe money to anybody.

Are you sure he works for Sweetwater?

Are you sure he's not a cop?

No, no, this kid's no cop.

But if you wanna check him out for yourself,

I told him I knew Larry and Dave.

I told him that, uh,

they hang out at the Lavender Doily.

- The what? - The Lavender Doily.

It's a joint off 7th Avenue.

I told him, uh, they'd be there every afternoon at 1:00.

So he'll be there at 1 o'clock if you wanna find him or, uh--

That's-- that's good thinking. Thank you, Gruber.

But I think I'll have to talk to Barney first.

It's only 11:30. See you later.

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[indistinct chatter]

- Another beer? - Oh, no, thank you.

I'm... just waiting to meet two guys at 1 o'clock.

You're gonna sit and nurse one lousy beer

for another hour and a half?

You know any interesting places around here

where I can kill some time?

Interesting.

Well, there's, uh, one of them photo modeling dumps

a couple of doors down.

Well, hey, now that could be a kick.

Yeah, very often is.

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[buzzer buzzes]

- Hi. - Hi.

Joe.

Dayton Police ran that make on Charles 'Bubba' White for us.

[scoffs] Petty this, petty that.

Yeah.

Real major criminal.

We also got what they had on Bubba's employer,

Barney Sweetwater.

Yeah, we, uh, wired him in Dayton

to come pick up his car.

He called about three minutes ago.

Said he'd be here this afternoon.

What'd you run a make on him for?

Fella that Bubba's looking for here's

supposedly done some business with Sweetwater.

We find who that is, we may find Bubba.

So what'd they have on Sweetwater?

Nothing but a lot of nasty suspicions.

They think he's in the, uh, the numbers business.

They've been trying for about three years

to connect him with some fella here.

You ever hear of Jack Faraday?

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[buzzer buzzes]

Well, that's your 15 minutes.

Of course, you could take another

if it appeals to you.

Well, it does, but...

but I can't.

Okay.

- Uh, do you like modeling? - Huh?

I mean, do you like modeling?

I never met a New York model before.

Yeah, well, neither have I.

Is this your first time in New York?

Yeah.

But I travel pretty much though.

I mean, you know, I-- I get around.

And, uh...

I got a suite at St. Richard.

Oh, the St. Richard no less.

What are you, some kind of sloppy tycoon?

I'm not so sloppy.

Gee, I sure wish you liked me well enough

to take another 15 minutes.

Well, I do.

I mean, I really do.

You know, I got a business appointment at 1 o'clock,

but if-- if you...

if you wanna get some lunch with me...

I mean, if you can get away from here.

Maybe I can get away.

Tell me something.

What kind of business appointments

do you big financial gentlemen transact?

Oh, I gotta collect some money. $10,000.

Oh, yeah?

I might get away for lunch.

Why don't you wait outside while I slip into something?

- Thank you. - That will be $6, mister.

What for?

Uh, $2 for the camera,

$2 for the film, and $2 for the girl.

You stayed past your 15 minutes.

Only a minute. I came right out.

Okay. How about 5.50?

Well, that's nice of you, mister.

I appreciate that.

Listen, Fifi, can you hold down the fort?

Sure.

So any place in particular you'd like to eat?

Some place simple is fine.

Alright.

- See you later, Fifi. - Yeah.

Jack Faraday.

If we can pin Jack Faraday with a traffic warrant,

I'd die a happy man.

Well, I don't think you have to go that far, chief.

What are you so excited about? What did he do?

Everything.

If it's big and illegal, he's got a part of it.

Well, then what's he doing walking around?

[scoffs] We got to him once about seven years ago.

Threw him smack into the slammer

for a whole two and a half hours.

Joe, see if you can find this Bubba White character.

Tell Thatcher and Johnson to give you a hand.

Thatcher and Johnson? What about me?

You're still on stolen cars.

Well, you know, I was the one

that rooted this Faraday out, chief.

You know that, don't you?

McCloud, when I tell the commissioner

that there's just a remote possibility

of pinning something on Jack Faraday,

I can't tell him in the same breath

that I've assigned the case to an exchange student

from Taos, New Mexico.

Is that right? Well, I'll tell you something, chief.

You know, if we had had this Jack Faraday character

down in Taos, New Mexico, we'd have had him jail

a lot longer than two and a half hours.

We'd have had him tied so tight, he couldn't fight the flies off.

- Is that a fact? - That's right.

And branded. You betcha.

[phone ringing]

Clifford here.

Now wait a minute, McCloud. It's for you.

A Mrs. Ernestine White.

Oh, yeah, that's, uh, Bubba's mother.

Bubba's mother?

Well, it's just, uh, it's a little bit involved, chief.

Uh, hello, Mrs. White.

I hope you don't mind me calling you

at your office, Mr. McCloud.

I've been just sitting here worrying.

Well, Mrs. White, uh...

Yes, ma'am, yes. I know you are. Yes.

Well, yes, ma'am. Well...

Mrs. White, we'll let you know

the minute that we find out anything.

I do promise you, ma'am. You bet.

Alright. Goodbye.

Would you mind, uh, enlightening me, marshal?

[chuckles] Not that I want to pry.

Well, it's just that I-- I kind of promised

to look after her son. Now you're set, chief?

I mean, I'm still on the stolen car detail?

I'm set. You're on stolen cars.

Yeah, well, [chuckles]

guess I'll just have to make the best of it.

You just sign this, Mr. Sweetwater,

and you can pick your car up any time.

Thank you, officer.

Just show it to the officer in charge

and, uh, along with your identification.

Hiya, Joe.

Oh, Mr. Sweetwater, this is Marshal McCloud.

He's attached to our department.

He's the one who actually spotted your car.

Well, the old eagle eye, huh?

[chuckles] Boy, you're really something

in the middle of New York.

- Pleased to meet you, fella. - My pleasure.

I'm sorry we haven't run down that car thief of yours yet--

Listen, I'm glad that klutz left it in one piece.

He was a trusted employee, you know?

Oh, is that right? Listen, I was wondering

maybe you might be of some help to us.

I-- I got something I gotta do right now.

Well, this will just take a minute or two.

His name is Charles White? Bubba White, is it?

- Yeah, that's it. - Well, h-- here, have a seat.

Just-- just-- just be a minute here.

This...

this is Charles White, is that right?

Yeah, that's Bub alright.

I, uh, gave him a job, you know.

No one else would hire him.

I mean, you call that gratitude, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, seems like that people

almost never are what they ought to be.

Now you're in the, uh, collection agency business.

That's right, marshal, and it's all on the up and up.

You don't have to worry. We're bonded, licensed.

You can check that up any time you want.

Oh, no, no. There's no need for that.

No, I was-- I was just interested

in how this, uh, Mr. Faraday here in New York,

uh, came to owe so much money

to an employee of yours out in Dayton.

I thought maybe you might help me with that.

- Faraday? - Yeah.

I don't know exactly what you mean, marshal.

How can I help you?

Well, we figured that this, uh, Bubba

is gonna be lookin' up Mr. Faraday.

We figured he's gonna be demanding some money from him.

And I thought that if you-- you knew

that Bubba was coming to New York,

you also might know this Mr. Faraday that he's after.

No, I don't.

I don't know where you're getting all this stuff from.

I know nothing about this

and I don't know Jack Faraday.

Jack? Is that his first name?

- Well, that's what you said. - [chuckles] I did?

I'm going. I got no time for this.

But you did know Bubba was coming to New York--

Look, cowboy.

I saw that galumphing idiot stealing my car

out of my parking space, that's all.

What do you think he announced out of the window

that he was coming to New York?

Now what are you trying to pull here?

Well, I'm-- I'm sorry, Mr. Sweetwater.

I-- I guess I just got my facts messed up.

You see, when I called the Dayton Police,

I thought that they told me that it was you

that suggested to them that Bubba was heading for New York.

Now if that's wrong, I can certainly check--

Look, I don't live here,

and you've got no jurisdiction over me once I leave the state,

and I'm leaving right now!

What was that all about?

Boy, he is a touchy one, isn't he?

Did I hear you leaking it to him that we're after Faraday?

Faraday? No.

I wouldn't mess around in your business, Joe.

I'm on the stolen car detail.

At 30-yard line.

And our defensive captain yells

it's gonna be a quick look and pass over the middle.

But I figure now with Eckstein out of the game,

well, they gotta power to the weak side.

- You follow? - Sorry, I wasn't listening.

Hi, Jackie.

You come in here much?

Here? I should say not.

Tell you something about a place like this.

You come in here once or twice

and all the losers out of the woodwork

wanna be your brother.

Yeah, well, you know, I can sure understand that.

I did enjoy lunch though.

Even at those prices. [chuckles]

I mean, it's ridiculous what they charge.

You should have had some of that sauce.

- You really should have. - Yeah.

Well, I gotta see if my guys are here.

I'll be right back.

Do you know a Dave in here?

Dave? Uh...

Oh, it could be one of those two guys.

They just came in.

Thank you.

Would one of you be Dave?

Would you be the hayseed that busted in on Gruber?

Yeah. I'm looking for a Mr. Faraday.

Well, as far as you're concerned,

there's no such animal.

Why don't you go back to Ohio, friend?

Well, you see, he owes me $10,000.

Now, I'll go back when he pays me.

Dave, he's carrying a piece.

If the man you mentioned did owe you money,

he would have paid you.

He's a businessman.

And it's bad for business

when unhappy people go around

making unsavory noises.

Look, he's gotta pay me.

Now I wanna see him today.

Now.

Did it ever occur to you you got lied to?

That maybe it's your Ohio friend Sweetwater

and not this other man who shorted you?

Oh, sure, mister.

Forget it, Larry.

Our boy has a singular mind.

You bet I do.

Alright.

We were asked to come and dissuade you

from making waves.

You will be dissuaded.

[grunting]

[grunts]

Well, [chuckles] are you coming?

[dramatic music]

[buzzer buzzes]

Barney. Well, what a pleasant surprise.

- How are you? - How are you, Mr. Faraday?

I'm fine. I'm fine. Come in.

I, uh, just dropped in for the day.

I thought I'd drop by and say hello.

Well, of course, if you came to town and didn't drop in

to see me, I'd never forgive you.

This, uh, dumb muscleman I had working for me,

he stole my car and drove it here.

- No kiddin'. [laughs] - Yeah.

I had to come in myself to pick it up.

Can I, uh, make you a drink, Barney?

No, no, thanks. I'm just staying a minute.

Oh, come on, Barney, you know I don't like to drink alone.

Alright. [chuckles]

There is a little problem though.

Oh?

Well, it's not really a problem.

I mean, uh, it could be though.

Well, tell me about it. I mean,

is everything alright in Ohio?

Oh, sure. Everything is fine. Great.

What it is is that this, uh, this punk I had working for me,

we had a little falling out, see.

So he steals my car. Can you beat that? [laughs]

Stole the car and drove straight into New York.

Now I hear that, uh, he wants to see you.

Me?

Yeah, because he heard we do business together.

How did he hear that?

Well, I... guess I let it slip once or twice.

Well, you know he works for me.

Anyway, now, uh, he's got it in his head

that, uh, I don't know,

you owe him money or something. I don't know.

[chuckles] You mean you shorted him

and when he called you on it, you told him

that I was the one who came up lame?

Well, now...

He shouldn't know my name, Barney.

Yeah, that's true and I'm very careful about that.

He shouldn't know Gruber's name either.

Gruber?

When, uh, your employee came into town this morning,

he went looking for me through Gruber.

[sighs] Oh, no.

Well... [exhales]

How, uh, how did you get your car back?

Well, I got this call from the police station.

The police?

[scoffs] This is all very unpalatable, Barney.

Well, that's why I'm here.

I wanna square things away.

I wanted to warn you about that screwball.

I think he ought to be stopped.

I-- I had no idea that this guy would come here.

Barney. Barney. [chuckles]

Take it easy now.

Come on, relax.

Come on. Sit down.

You know, when I was a boy, my father told me...

He, well, he sat me down,

just kind of like we're sitting right now,

and he told me one day that I would own my own business.

And when I had a business, I would have employees

and those employees would steal from me.

Steal?

I-- I don't follow. Steal from you?

When the Bubba White thing happened this morning,

I made a few phone calls.

Now you weren't in your office, so I phoned

Franky Lewis in Cleveland.

Now you know, of course, that he keeps a duplicate set

of books on our transactions, yours and mine.

- No, I-- I didn't know that. - Yeah.

He's very good too. He's very efficient.

But anyway, quite by accident,

because of the Bubba White thing...

I found out for the last three years,

you have been shorting me.

I mean, for three years, you have been stealing from me.

- Uh, now wait a minute-- - Barney, Barney.

There is nothing that can't be talked out.

That's why I'm glad you stopped by.

Now my father also said

that employees are like family.

I mean, if you have a family, you support them, right?

And you don't mind, do you?

Huh?

It's like my cousin.

You know, the one who runs my nursing home operation.

- She steals from me. - No.

Yeah.

But it's alright, it's fine.

I don't mind.

She's my cousin. She's family.

Just like you are, huh?

Every month, I swear to you, every month,

she takes 5% right off the top.

- Wow. - Yeah.

Ah, but I bless her for it.

She's a lovely lady.

She's got great kids.

But I don't know what would...

I mean, I really don't know

how I would react if she took...

more than just her little 5%, huh?

That seems to be our problem right here,

doesn't it, Barney, huh?

Well, I...

Barney, Barney, please,

please stay a member of my family, will you?

I mean, will you promise me right now

that you will never, ever again

take more than 5, 6,

5 or 6% ever again?

Will you promise me that you'll never do that again, huh?

Jack, I-- I really never stole more than--

Barney.

Come on, Barney.

You have been stealing from me

for three years now, haven't you?

Come on now.

Hey, come on. Haven't you?

Yeah, well, you know, maybe a little.

See, I knew it. I knew you were fibbing to me.

You mean Franky Lewis doesn't have a set of our books?

[laughs]

Oh, I can't put anything over on you, can I, Barney?

Of course, now do you and I need

somebody checking on us, do we?

- No. - No. [chuckles]

Hey.

Now, about your man, Bubba White.

Yeah.

We can't let him go around

throwing up rockets that might shed light

on our various enterprises, can we?

That's just what I was saying, Jack.

I mean, it's not just because we had a little beef, you know.

But I think this punk is dangerous.

- Hmm. - He ought to be stopped.

Can you help us with that, Barney?

Sure. Sure.

I'll do anything I can, Mr. Faraday.

- I wanna help. - I know you do.

Shall we drink on it, huh? Huh?

That's the guy. Big bruiser.

He bounced those two guys off the walls

like they were paper dolls.

Would have been great to watch if they hadn't been my walls.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Would you like a little juice, hmm?

Oh, cold drink? Yeah.

Well, actually, I was a little bit more interested

in the two guys that he threw around.

Oh, yeah. Well, they left before the cops came.

You did get their names?

No, I don't know their exact names.

- [scoffs] - Well, I don't.

I know the girl, Jackie, that was with the crazy man.

Ask her. Maybe she knows.

Well, where do I find her?

Oh, she works down at that, uh, photo model joint

couple of doors down from my place.

- Fifi's. - Fifi's?

Yeah.

Well, you're a very cooperative gentleman

and I do thank you.

Now, those two fellas, uh, you know,

the ones whose exact names you can't remember,

would you say that they maybe work for a Jack Faraday?

No, no, I wouldn't say

a foolish thing like that at all.

No, no, of course not.

Yeah, well, thanks again.

Anytime. Is that it?

That's it.

Here we are, the old homestead.

Are you sure this is alright?

Sure, I'm sure.

- What about your job? - Oh, it's okay.

I can call Fifi. Sit down.

Oh, excuse the place.

A temporary convenience, that's all it is here.

Well, I-- I think it's very nice.

- You want some coffee? - Yeah. Thank you.

Okay.

The way you rousted those two guys in the bar,

[chuckles] wow.

Well, I don't know. I mean, I come to town

to find a guy and...

everything goes wrong.

[sighs] You know, I once knew this guy in Miami.

I went with him for three whole months

before I found out he was a hood.

I mean, uh, before I found out he was involved.

Well, what do you mean involved?

You know...

Just thinking about what you did to those two guys...

wow.

You know...

I was watching you.

I had this sort of funny feeling come over me, you know.

I mean, I really found it kind of stimulating.

Which is to say, of course, that, uh,

I appreciate a man who does well at what he does.

Well, everything always goes wrong for me all the time.

I mean, I can't even find one lousy guy.

But I talked to someone who could have told me

if he wanted to.

And I should have gotten it out of him.

I mean, I don't like shoving people around, but...

if I don't do it, they just keep on taking advantage of me

all the time, over and over.

I have to find that one man. I just got to.

Have you looked in the phone book?

- Hmm? - I mean, what's his name?

His name is Faraday.

And he ain't in the phone book.

I looked three times in all five boroughs.

And what's the name of the guy who could have told you?

His name is Gruber.

He's in the...

City...

City-Wide Collection Agency.

- I got the number. - Let me see.

- What are you gonna do? - Relax.

- What are you gonna do? - Would you just sit down?

Hello?

This is Mr. Faraday's office calling.

Oh, I'll put you right through.

Oh, no, that's alright.

I just wanted to check something.

We were supposed to receive some printed items from you,

and uh, they never got here, so I just wanted to check.

Do you remember where you sent it?

I mean, did you send it to Mr. Faraday

personally or what?

Well, I don't remember.

Uh, printed items?

Yeah, Mr. Gruber knows about it.

What address have you been using for us?

Same as I always use.

World Enterprises, Central Park South.

I don't understand. Does Mr. Faraday want us to--

No, that's alright, dear. I just wanted to check.

Thanks very much. Goodbye.

What kind of printed items?

This Mr. Faraday, whoever he is,

is at World Enterprises, Central Park South.

Hey, you're-- you're something else.

Thank you.

[scoffs] Anytime, good sir. Anytime.

Can I use your phone to call my ma?

Sure. Go ahead.

Say, about those two guys at the bar...

what was that all about, anyway?

How strong are you?

Oh, I can handle myself pretty good, I guess.

- Milk? - No.

Suite, please. Seventh floor, please.

You know, I flipped when he pulled out that gun.

You really sort of shocked me.

I forgot. I should have taken it back.

Hello.

Oh, Bubba. You alright? Where are you?

I'm over at a friend's right now, ma.

Bubba, listen, the police were here.

It's about Mr. Sweetwater's car.

They think you stole it and they're looking for you.

Well, don't you worry about that, ma.

Mr. Sweetwater called. He's in town.

I'm sure it's about that car.

What did Barney say, ma?

Did he say where he was?

He said if you called to tell you

he was at the Royalton Arms Apartment Hotel.

- Downtown, he said. - Hey, that's good.

I can get him to take me over to the money guy personally.

Oh, Bubba, will you be careful?

If you get in trouble with these business people,

the police are...

Ma, you didn't tell them

about Sweetwater calling, did you?

No, I didn't. They didn't come back.

Oh, Bubba, if you get in trouble...

I don't care if there is any trouble.

I want that money. I'm gonna get it.

That money's coming to me, and it's coming to you.

Listen, you sit down and relax

and I'll-- I'll talk to you later.

Bye, ma.

- Look, I gotta go. - Go?

But I thought we were gonna make an afternoon of it.

Well, we will. I mean, I-- I want to, but...

Look, will you wait for me?

I'll-- I'll be back in an hour or so and...

It's business.

Well, alright, if it doesn't take too long.

I'll go back to Fifi's.

- Call me later? - Yeah.

And when I do get back, I'll buy you a little something

if you like.

I don't mind.

[dramatic music]

Mr. Faraday, uh, my name is Marshal McCloud.

I'm on duty with New York's finest.

[indistinct chatter]

Thought maybe you might spare me a minute or two.

Of course.

Oh, I tell you, you...

you got yourself quite a spread here.

This is just a little bit of alright.

You know, Mr. Faraday, you oughtn't keep yourself

hidden away like this.

Nice place like this, everybody ought to see it.

Marshal, I don't mean to seem rude,

but I am busy today. Is it important?

[chuckles] Hey, how about that, huh?

That is really class, that is.

Now I was just looking for a... a car thief.

Actually, his name is Bubba White.

You know, a friend of mine back home,

now he had a little bar that he had sort of hidden away

in a pickup truck, but...

Marshal, if you please.

I understand that he's out and about

looking for you. Bubba White that is,

not-- not the pal with the pickup truck.

Thought maybe I might find him here.

I'm sorry. I don't know the name.

May I ask, uh, why he should be looking for me?

And if he is, why he hasn't found me?

Yeah, well, you're not exactly listed in the phone book

as a tourist attraction, Mr. Faraday.

You know, I wouldn't have found you myself

except we got a nice, fat file on you.

In that nice, fat file,

is there any record of any convictions

at any time or any place?

No, no, but, uh, we figured that anything is possible.

Mm, that takes care of that little innuendo, doesn't it?

You know, you remind me of a friend of my Uncle Bernard.

You talk just like him. Remind me a whole lot of him.

He owned a general store just outside of Taos.

That's in New Mexico.

I am aware of the existence of that state.

And he not only owned the general store, but, you see...

Well, he had the biggest house thereabouts,

and he had, uh, lot of-- lot of cattle, water rights,

and people always wondered how he got

all these holdings together, you see.

But anytime that one of us fellows would talk to him--

Marshal--

He'd always come in

with that gruffy kind of a voice--

Well, I'm sure he was a very colorful character. Now--

They hung him.

Marshal, what do you want?

Me?

Oh, nothing. I was just reminiscing.

Are you sure that you've never heard of this Bubba White?

He's from Dayton, Ohio.

Just as sure as I am that you're on a fishing expedition.

[bell buzzes]

You kind of got me there, didn't you?

Larry, would you kindly show this officer out, please?

I appreciate your time and trouble.

Jack: Not at all.

Have a little tiff with your girlfriend, did you?

Good day, marshal.

Well, I certainly hope that it is.

And, you know, if anything happens to that Bubba White,

I'm gonna rush right back here

and tell you good folks about it.

Yeah, well, you do that.

I tell you, a slice of lime, you know,

just... draw that right out.

[dramatic music]

Afternoon. Miss Dawn?

Yeah.

[chuckles] What are you dressed for?

I'm a police officer. Deputy Marshal Sam McCloud.

Can I come in for a minute?

Now, listen, mister, I'm clean.

I've been clean for five years.

I'm a model here. That's all I do.

That's fine. That's-- that's what I understand.

You got a warrant?

No, I really didn't mean to disturb

or to search for anything.

Yeah? Well, what do you want?

Do I have to let you in here? Tell me the truth.

Well, the truth in this particular case, Miss Dawn,

is that you could close these curtains in my face

if you wanted to.

Of course, if you do that, a friend of yours

is gonna be the worse for it.

What friend?

McCloud: You let me in, I'll tell you.

Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate it.

What friend?

Well, you met a fellow today by the name of Charles White.

- His nickname is Bubba. - So?

Well, unless I can find him,

he's waltzing into a mess of trouble.

Well, he looks a man who's big enough

to take care of himself.

You saw the fight at the Lavender Doily.

That's quite fracas.

[laughs]

What sort of cop are you, anyway?

Horse patrol or something?

Miss Dawn, this, uh, Charles 'Bubba' White

is a wanted man, but aside from that,

he's-- he's foolin' around with some fellas

that don't take to being fooled with.

He-- he could get himself hurt

and I mean really hurt without half trying.

Look, I only just met him today.

I hardly know him.

I've got a man stationed at his hotel,

but I don't think he's gonna get back there until...

well, until it's too late.

What are you tryin' to ask me to do?

Well, I'm asking you to tell me where he is if you know.

If you don't,

call me at this number if you see him again.

Would you do that for me? I'd appreciate it.

Now you're all hard.

You know, tearing up that card could cause a man his life.

His life.

[dramatic music]

[door closes]

- Hello. - Hi.

You got a Mr. Sweetwater here?

Sweetwater?

Sweetwater, Sweetwater, Sweetwater.

Oh, yes, we do, sir.

That gentleman has checked into Room 203.

Well, thank you.

[dramatic music]

[knock on door]

Bubba: Barney?

[knocks]

[intense music]

I suggest you remain motionless, sir,

with your hands above your head.

What are you doing?

He's dead.

Oh, I'm sure of it, sir.

As a matter of fact, I heard the shot

just after you came up.

You done what?

That is your gun on the floor, isn't it, sir?

Unh-unh-unh-unh, I'll kill you where you stand, boy.

Now shall we trot on downstairs and telephone the police?

Yes, I think we shall.

[dramatic music]

[screams]

[gunshot]

Clifford: But you're sure he was hit?

Oh, yes.

Of course, and as I have stated previously,

I was not in a position to judge the true extent of the wound

in as much as I was being tossed

halfway across the room at the time.

If he did take a bullet, he'll need medical attention.

Get the word out, will you, Joe?

Right.

Alright, Mr. Flynn.

If he's in town, we'll find him.

Oh, I hope so, captain.

It was a particularly repugnant circumstance.

I'm sure.

Well, if there's anything else I can do to assist,

please don't hesitate.

Uh, we won't. Thank you.

Oh, no, sir. Thank you.

You're gonna need me for a couple of minutes, chief?

- I'll, uh, muddle through. - Thank you.

Uh, Mr. Flynn?

I wonder, could I see you for just a minute, please?

I know that you wanna get to this fella

just the same as we do.

Why, of course. Any step I can take

to ensure his capture, marshal.

Well, well, just sit there on the chair,

would you, please?

Now I know that, uh, Chief Clifford

is gonna be talking to you again.

He's a very thorough fella, but...

in the meantime, you see, our lab people,

they did a preliminary on the murder weapon.

Now, you-- you, uh, got the drop on Bubba White.

Is that right? And you made him drop his gun?

- Mm-hmm. Quite correct. - Oh.

I heard the shot

and I reached for my own weapon underneath the desk,

ran upstairs and covered the man

before he could flee unchallenged.

Mm-hmm. And he dropped his gun?

[chuckles] Yes, rather hastily.

Yes, sir.

I believe I made it sufficiently clear to him

that I wasn't horsing around, as they say.

Not with a dead body lying there.

Yeah, yes.

Well, you know, there was a...

a lot of prints on that gun.

They were all kind of smudged and run together.

And, uh, I was just wondering

if-- if he just dropped the gun to the floor,

why-- why wasn't there a clear set of his prints

on that gun?

Well, uh, I really couldn't say.

He wasn't wearing gloves or anything like that?

Oh, no, no.

Well-- well, that's, uh...

that's kind of strange, isn't it?

Mmm, yeah.

But I-- I am glad that...

that you heard the shot otherwise, uh...

[scoffs] he'd have gotten clean away

and we wouldn't even had ourselves a suspect.

[chuckles] That's right.

Well, I really didn't mean to keep you, Mr. Flynn.

It's just that I'm overly interested

in this New York detective stuff.

These crimes of purple passion, ax murders

and things like that, they-- they fascinate me.

I love them.

[chuckles] Yes, I see.

Yes.

Well, uh, if, uh, there's nothing else,

uh, I believe I'll be moseying along.

Jack Faraday, uh, that name

doesn't ring any kind of a bell with you, does it?

- Who? - Jack Faraday.

Jack Faraday. No, no, that name is not familiar to me.

- I'm sorry. - Hmm.

Well, that's kind of surprising

because I was kind of poking around in the file

this morning and...

[sighs] I found out that this, uh,

Royalton Arms, uh, um...

- Uh, hotel. - Yeah.

The Royalton Arms Apartment Hotel there,

that they're supposed to be owned by a big corporation,

is actually owned by this Jack Faraday

who also employs a Mr. Flynn,

that I just assumed was yourself.

Now look here, Mr. Sheriff,

if you've got something gobbling away at you,

you'd best apprise me of it now,

right now, and let's just get it out.

Well, I do have one more question.

I'm sure you do.

And I don't wanna bring up your, uh,

criminal background, of course.

I don't think that's gonna do anybody any good, but...

I was just wondering

if-- if this Bubba decided to jump you,

why did he wait

until after he dropped the gun to do it?

- You see, doesn't it seem to-- - Oh, look.

I've had enough of this down home rhetoric.

Uh, should you wish to discuss anything further with me, sir,

I suggest you arrest me.

Well, Mr. Flynn, if we have to come and get you

to talk to you, we're gonna do that.

But I think it'd look better all the way around

if you just sat down there on the chair,

call your lawyer, and I'll call in Chief Clifford,

and we'll just chat for a while.

[dramatic music]

[loud knock on door]

Who is it?

[banging on door]

Ooh.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

I don't feel so hot. I'm gonna...

sit down for a while.

Are you okay? You want a doctor or something?

No.

I just got shot.

[sighs] The cops do it?

No.

Uh, you know, a cop came to see me today.

He said you were wanted.

What did you say?

Oh, oh, I just said I-- I just met you.

- You sure I can't help you? - No.

A guy's been killed.

They're gonna try to say it was me that done it.

Well, are-- are you sure you're safe here?

I mean, suppose the cops came here or something.

You should get to the doctor? Yeah, you should.

You should go to a hospital. That's what you should do.

I just wanna rest a while.

Well, what about your friend Mr. Faraday?

What about your $10,000?

Well, nobody's gonna do me out of that money.

No, sir.

I'm gonna go get it right now.

And when I get back, I'm gonna give you

that little somethin' I promised you.

Yeah.

[exhales]

Hello, operator? Give me the police.

[dramatic music]

Alright, alright.

It was Faraday's man.

His name is Dave.

Rather handsome youngster.

At any rate, it was Dave

who left Mr. Sweetwater in that condition.

But it was Faraday who ordered this Dave to kill Sweetwater?

Yes.

And Faraday gave you your orders

to set up Charles 'Bubba' White as a patsy?

Yes, yes.

Marshal McCloud, switchboard got

some kind of a weird call for you.

Joe, get a warrant for the arrest of Jack Faraday.

- Two John Does. Murder one. - Right, chief.

Well, did her voice sound old or young?

Well, can you tell me exactly what she said?

Horse patrol?

Yeah, I think I know who she is. Thank you.

[dramatic music]

[carousel music]

[audience cheering]

[cheering continues]

[music continues]

Flynn's lawyer just called.

He said they're issuing warrants against all of us.

First-degree murder.

[sighs] Is that 100% positive?

He said Flynn sang his head off.

Everything. The works.

[sighs] Alright, Dave, you know which account books to get.

[dramatic music]

- Oh, uh, get my attache case. - Right.

[dramatic music]

[carousel music]

He's hurt?

Then why did you let him leave that way?

Well, who wanted him around here, anyway?

A bullet hole in him, cops looking for him.

Who needs it?

Well, if it's Faraday he's after like you say,

then Faraday's the one who's gonna be needing somebody.

Now, listen, I'm out of this, remember?

I don't want no more part of it.

Yeah, that's right, miss, you kept yourself

just about as uninvolved as you can get.

Thanks for the phone call.

[elevator dings]

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

[heavy breathing]

[siren blaring]

Hold it.

[heavy breathing]

Faraday!

My name is Bubba White.

You owe me $10,000.

Now, listen to me.

Any of us starts firing a gun down here,

the whole street will hear it.

We'll have every cop in town down here.

You want your $10,000? Alright.

Alright now. Take it easy.

I'm coming out.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[intense music]

Hold it!

[gunshot]

[car starts]

[intense music]

[tire screeches]

[siren blaring]

Get out of the car, Mr. Faraday.

Turn around, put your hands on top of it.

Call an ambulance.

Take care of this fellow for a minute.

Bubba.

Bubba.

I'm gonna be alright.

You just take it easy, fellow.

We got an ambulance coming for you.

I'm gonna be alright.

[carousel music]

Who are you?

Well, I'm just a friend of your ma's.

You just relax. Everything's gonna be alright.

Everything is gonna be alright.

Wasn't that nice of that judge to give me probation?

Yeah, you know what that means, Bubba.

You gotta keep your nose clean.

No horsin' around, you understand?

- Yes, sir. - Okay.

- Mr. McCloud? - Yeah.

I know I owe you--

No, no, you don't. You don't owe me nothin'.

Believe me, you don't.

City just figured it's cheaper to get you back to Dayton

than it is to keep your ma in a hotel room.

Specially the way she keeps runnin' up room service bill.

Yeah, sure.

Come on. Let's get you on the plane.

[theme music]