All language subtitles for McCloud S02E04 The Disposal Man

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Am I late?
- No.

I am just half a martini early.

Monica, what kind of juice
you got for me today?

I saved you a couple of
grapefruit...

I could squeeze up
a little something.

Yeah. Well, much obliged.

Okay.

- Sam, you've almost arrived.
- Only almost?

Well, you're known in
one East Side bar.

Five more
and you're a celebrity.

I've been meaning to talk to you
about that.

What do you mean?

Well, honey every time I appear
in your column

there's trouble
at the bunkhouse.

- Chief Clifford jealous?
- No, no.

I wouldn't say
he was jealous.

I think that's the wrong word,
more like homicidal.

"And also seen at the gathering

was Marshal Sam McCloud of Taos,
New Mexico,

who is currently based
here in New York

to teach local police his
law enforcement techniques..."

- Thank you, darlin'.
- Mm-hm.

Well, really, Chris, you know,
I don't even mind going

to those fancy sit-down dinners
now and again.

But you just gotta learn to keep
my name out of your column.

Just ignore the fact
that I'm there.

Sam, wherever you go,
you make news.

I can't ignore that.

Why, against my Hippocratic oath
or something.

Well, what do you say?
Are you with me or not?

We'll set it up tonight.

Frank.

Not enough cops in this town,
right?

You can't even go into a bar

without some hit cop,
is that it?

- Hey, what do you care?
- Oh, I care, I care.

Hey, what's the score, cowboy?

Go out and bust a few heads,
right?

Hey, why don't I buy
the nice sheriff there a drink?

I-- I bet
he's been working late,

trying to make a big name
for himself.

Hey, that's a great looking
posse you got there, sheriff.

Oh, it will pass.
Finish your drink.

- What do you say, cowboy?
- What's the matter with you?

Oh, every time I look
at that jerk flatfoot annoys me.

Forget it.

Well, I've got reservation
at Paluzzi's for 8:30.

I'm ready.

- Night, Felix.
- Night, marshal.

Wait a minute, marshal.

You didn't say goodnight to me.

- Goodnight, my friend.
- Friend? Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. My name is Frank.

Why don't you say
goodnight, Frank.

That's Frank, you got that, Tex?

Yeah, I'm gonna do you a favor.

I'm gonna let you take your hand
off my coat

before I take it off for you.

Try it, cowboy.

- You behave yourself.
- McCloud!

[whispering] Arthur Yerby's
gonna be murdered.

They hired a pro to do the job.

Look, I want you to
run me in, understand?

Just lock me up,
I won't be involved.

Now wait a minute, who's gonna
commit this murder?

I don't know who. I told you.
You figure out the rest.

Just keep me out of it.

Just remember,
I put you on to it.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Advise him of his rights
and take him outside.

I'll ride downtown with you.

Felix, do you know the fellow
who's in here with him?

Seem like I've seen him before.

They'd been in here a few times
before, that's all.

- I don't know who he is.
- Yeah, well..

If you're not careful,
next thing you know

the city's gonna make you take
out an entertainment license.

[laughs]
You're a great kidder, marshal.

Yeah.

Well...

Personally, I prefer
the floor show after dinner.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to
forego dinner, I'm sorry.

You're going downtown
with Zorro?

I don't know
how long it's gonna take.

I'll find my way home.
Call me tomorrow.

[chuckles] Yeah, I'll call you
if I don't read about this

in my morning paper.

[chuckles] Promise. Uh,
give my best to Chief Clifford.

Frank Gordon... drug addict,

two arrests for possession,
one conviction...

one arrest for shoplifting...
charge dropped...

one arrest for burglary...
convicted.

This is your source of
your information?

Well, chief, I'm not, I'm not
vouching for his character.

I'm just reporting
what the man told me.

Mr. Gordon,
I'm Captain Clifford. Sit down.

Yeah, right.

You've been advised
of your rights?

Yup. I've been through
this mill before.

I don't need any lawyer.
Go ahead.

Now, Mr. Gordon, I understand
you have information

about a conspiracy
to commit a murder.

- Murder? What murder?
- That's right.

You know nothing about a plot
to kill Arthur Yerby?

You mean that, uh,
the big millionaire?

That one.

I don't know anything about
people like that.

Look, I'm on unemployment,
myself.

Mr. Gordon, I should warn you...

If you're concealing information
about a murder conspiracy,

you can be indicted
as an accessory to the fact.

Accessory to what fact?

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

Mr. Gordon, you told me that

Arthur Yerby
was gonna be murdered

by a professional killer.

- Remember?
- Remember what?

Are you tryin' to tell me
you didn't said it?

I, I'd really like to help you
fellows out,

but... sorry.

That will be all, Mr. Gordon.
Thank you.

[sighs]

Now why do you suppose
he went back on his story?

With a record like that,
he could get put away

on an assault charge.

You're forgetting where you are,
McCloud.

The way our courts
are overcrowded...

I'd guess he can make a deal
to get the charge lowered

to resisting arrest,
plead guilty...

back on the streets in 60 days.

So maybe he thinks
he's bein' real smart.

Stayin' in jail
until it's all over.

And maybe he's just lying.
Period.

Chief, I think he was tellin'
the truth back at the bar.

Oh? How can you ascertain that?

You know I'd be very interested

to learn any new police
procedures from you.

Oh, now, there's no need to get
frosty about that newspaper

business, I told you it's
a mistake. I took care of it.

Go on with your theory, McCloud.

How can you tell
the man wasn't lying

about the murder attempt.

You-- you know how
that a bad knee

can let you know
if it's gonna rain or not.

Well, I just think
he's tellin' the truth.

I got a strong feelin'
about it.

I hesitate to ask where.

But you are basing your analysis
on your... vibrations,

is that it, McCloud?

Yeah, I guess
you could say that.

Just think... we can get rid
of the useless paraphernalia

of modern criminology...
the polygraph, fingerprints,

why, we can even do away
with deductive reasoning itself.

All we have to do
is expose every suspect

to those infallible vibrations
of yours.

Chief, you're, you're not
closing this investigation?

I'm not closing it, but until
I have some evidence of a crime,

I'm filing it under routine.

Well, I wouldn't hardly say
this is routine.

Arthur Yerby's been
grazin' the tall grass

he's about as rich as they come.

Ah, you've been reading
the papers again, McCloud.

Yeah, and you don't make
that kind of money

without making a few people
a mite envious.

And you no doubt done
some things

to make some of 'em hate you.

They're anxious. Oh, yes.

Now, from what I read in the
paper is Yerby's coming town

tomorrow for the big
proxy fight, right?

Well, I'm telling here, if
somebody wants to do away

with him, it's one heck
of a time to do it.

McCloud, there are 3600
detectives on this force,

that makes us only 1000 short,

there is no the time
to follow through

on every questionable tip

that comes through
this building.

However, your brilliant analysis

has convinced me I should
provide special protection

for Mr. Yerby, so I'll tell you
what I'm going to do.

I am appointing you
Mr. Yerby's personal bodyguard.

You are to ride shotgun on him
every minute

he's in New York.

That should be just your style,
marshal.

[indistinct chatter on PA]

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[music continues]

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I've arranged to have
Mr. Yerby's limousine

parked at the side entrance,
you two fellows meet me

at the escalator.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

Since it has been my experience
that all journalistic minds

are identical,
I will save you all the trouble

of asking the same questions.

Question: Mr. Yerby,
what are your chances

of losing in the struggle
for control of your empire

in the upcoming proxy fight?

Answer: I will win, because of
my progressive leadership,

my dynamic policies,
and because I control

the majority of the stock.

Question: Mr. Yerby,
isn't it true,

that there has been
considerable criticism

over your playboy image
while your corporation's profits

are declining?

Answer: The entire economy
is declining,

our corporation is surviving,

besides, I deserve a little time
off now and then.

Question: Some critics say that
your villa in France

is now your real home,
and that you're seen

constantly with
a young French actress.

Answer: No comment.
Hey.

Wait a minute, don't tell me,
you're with Field and Stream.

No, sir. I'm, I'm from
New York Police Department.

I'm assigned to look after you.

You request a bodyguard, Peter?

- No, Mr. Yerby.
- This was our own idea.

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[indistinct chatter]

Now, what's this all about?

We have reason to believe
that there may be an attempt

made on your life.

You mean a threat? A crank?

We're not sure
and just to be on the safe side

we'll take you out
the side door,

hop on the car.

Thanks for all the notoriety,
gentlemen.

This is where I get off.

[music continues]

[machine whirring]

[upbeat music]

The name is Dane. Thomas Dane.

You've got a reservation.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
You gotta sign this. Please.

There... that makes him one
with the Universe, right?

Place I worked on 34th Street
had a big rat problem.

Mean rats, too. Aggressive.

One guest had his little finger
bitten off one night.

True story.
I had to quit that job.

Lousy hours.

Gonna be in New York long,
Mr. Dane?

No.

Uh, business or pleasure?

Neither.

Well, you came
to the right place.

Room 205.

Oh, incidentally,
you got a telegram.

Thanks.

Enjoy your stay, Mr. Dane.

[metal clanking]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Philip, please,
stop toying with your glass.

Well, here they all are.
One man's family.

Marion, this is Marshal McCloud,
my wife.

- My son, Phillip.
- Ma'am.

- How do you do?
- Pleasure to meet you.

You both be happy to know
that the good marshal here

representing the New York
Police Department

has received a tip of sorts

that someone may be
trying to kill me.

- Charming.
- Are you sure?

We're not one hundred percent,
but we're concerned.

Mr. Yerby, your attorneys
will be here in a minute.

Well, I know that you've got
a lot to talk about,

I'll just be runnin' along.

I'll leave a man on the door
if you don't mind.

Now don't leave just yet,
marshal.

My lawyers are never on time
except for my bills.

I think we gotta on to this
matter of my murder.

Arthur, you haven't been
murdered yet.

Uh, but, now, dear,
all the better time

to round up the suspects
in advance, right, marshal?

Well, that's something I wanted
to get into with you.

It would help us to know
if there's somebody

that might be wantin'
to do away with you.

Well, I could give you
enough names

to fill a petition.

She may be right.
Sit down, marshal.

But then you know you don't
really have to look any further

than this room.

That's not a very funny joke,
father.

Was I joking?

My wife and I have been married
for 25 years.

She has despised me for 24.

The first year
was an adjustment period.

About five years ago,
I told myself

I really should stop living
all those, no, correction,

some of the lies
I built around myself.

So, from a conservative,
megalomaniacal empire builder,

I became the hedonist,
megalomaniacal empire builder.

[chuckles] Dear old Marion,
mother of my only son,

such as he is.

Marion wouldn't divorce me,

because she couldn't
divorce herself

from playing the part of
Mrs. Arthur Yerby.

A part she prefers
to play alone,

with only the accompaniment
of a fleet of doctors.

So here we all are,
brought together once again

by the strongest bond of all,
our mutually held stock.

I'd like some more sherry.

My only son, Phillip,

who may yet reverse
the American Dream

and achieve riches-to-rags.

He was programmed
from an early age

to take over my place at
the head of the executive table.

But his circuitry couldn't take
the strain of manhood.

And after I ran out of places
to hide his ineptitude,

I fired him.

But he always votes his stock
with mine,

because he was what every
good son has for his father,

paralyzing fear.

Now, here.
Don't-- don't worry, son.

I always clean up after you.

I'll take care of it.

Please try.

Don't overlook
the family retainer, father.

Maybe he's tired of playing
the captive audience.

Peter? No, no,
he wouldn't have anyone

to disapprove of after I'm gone.

Well, marshal,

are you going to arrest someone

or are you just going
to sit there

looking uncomfortable?

Uh, no, I think that...

Well, I think I better leave
before Mr. Yerby gets to me.

Well, the marshal
has a sense of humor.

I think the marshal
is a straight shooter.

Why don't you join us
for a drink this evening

say around 8:00?

I'll try to round up
some more killers for you.

- Are you married, marshal?
- No.

Well, if you have a nice,
young lady friend,

bring her along.

By all means.

Thank you. Thank you.

Well, I'll run along.
It was awfully nice meeting you.

And there will be a man
on the door.

Adios,marshal.

Adios.

[instrumental music]

Nick, try these out on the lab.

DA needs them for the Levinson
murder trial tomorrow.

[telephone ringing]

Clifford here.
Yes, I'll hold.

Hello. How's Yerby?

Oh, he's meeting
with his attorneys.

I've got a man on the door.

No sign of bushwhackers yet,
marshal?

A real good bushwhacker knows
how to keep downwind

and out of sight.

Peter: Yeah, could be invisible
because he doesn't exist.

Yes, I'm holding.

My big problem is you can't
track down something

if you don't know
what to look for.

I just wish I had some clues

how this killer will operate.

You know, chief,
I've been thinking.

Stop calling me chief, you make
me feel like a Comanche.

Back where I come from,

the best man to track down
a, a cattle rustler

is a man who's rustles
cattle himself.

You know some of our
best lawmen used to be outlaws.

That's a fascinating
bit of Americana.

But what are you
leading up to?

Yes, I'm still holding.

Well, I just thought if I could
talk to a professional killer,

I might get a better idea
of how to spot this man.

Or at least I might
learn something

about what goes on inside.

Consult a professional killer?
I see.

And just how do you propose
to do that? Run an ad?

Yes, I'm still holding.

Oh, I thought maybe
you might know one.

McCloud, we of the New York
Police Department

are broad-minded,
we are flexible.

We even tolerate you.

But we are not going into
consultation with murderers.

Now just look after Yerby,

and try not to get
any more ideas.

Hello. Yes.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Mayor.

No, I didn't mind holding.
[chuckles]

No, not at all.

You're having a little party?

How many hundred?

- Morning, Thatcher.
- And goodbye, McCloud.

Where you heading to
in such a hurry?

My man, I have been here
since yesterday p.m.

And during that time,
I've managed to hit the street

make one felony arrest
and I've just completed

the eighteen forms necessary

to arraign a criminal here
in Fun City, USA.

And with that, I am going home.

I tell you, Thatcher,
I hate to see you

running off so aggravated
and overworked.

You know what's good for that?
Sassafras tea.

Yeah, really.
Here, let me whip you up a cup.

Alright, what do you want,
McCloud?

I picked up a couple of bags
from that little store

on 58th street.

Now, come on, McCloud.

You can't fool
old Sergeant Thatcher.

What do you want?

Did I say that
I wanted something?

Oh, man, you don't come in here
with all that country charm

talking about sassafras tea,
which I happen to dig,

unless you didn't
want something.

Well, thanks a lot.

It's real nice of you
to offer to help.

I just wondered if you could
arrange for-- for me

to meet a professional killer.

Oh, now, what do you wanna meet
a professional killer for?

Just part of my training.

Well, when we get
a little time off

I'll be happy to run you
up to Sing Sing

and introduce you
to a whole slew of 'em.

Well, I thought maybe there was
somebody here in the city?

You see, when we find them,
marshal,

we try to put them away.

It's the official procedure.

I-- I figured that but I thought
maybe you might have

somebody who's sort of
left the business,

retired, so to speak.

Oh, you're talking about
a convicted killer?

Somebody's already
served his time?

There you go.

Well, why didn't you say that?

Yeah, there is one.

As a matter of fact to say
he was the baddest of all time.

He knocked off something like
15 or 20 people...

and then they finally pinned
the murder rap on him.

And he served something like
26 or 28 years

on a life sentence
and then they paroled him.

Thatcher, you're amazing.

I don't know what to do
without you.

He sounds just like the fellow
I'm looking for.

- What's his name?
- Well, wait a minute, McCloud.

Does the captain approve

of this little consultation
of yours?

Well, I wouldn't mislead you.

Meaning he said forget it.

Oh, no, no...

McCloud, let me lay
something on you,

now, I don't mind sharing
this office with you

I don't even mind trying
to give you instructions

as to how to become
a model police officer.

But don't ask me to risk
my sergeant's stripes,

my seniority, and my pension
by going against

the divine rights of
Captain Peter J. Clifford.

Do you understand, McCloud?

Thatcher, you're just getting
yourself all steamed up.

I am not getting all steamed up.
I am overworked.

And I wanna go home
and I am going home.

You're just feeling guilty

because you won't give me
the fellow's name.

Especially since I worked
all of those overtime hours

for you during
the NBA playoffs...

which I am always willing to do.
Anytime.

McCloud, you're trying
to bribe me!

And I resent it...
but I accept.

Now, look, it's probably
not gonna do me much good

to give you the guy's name
anyway.

Nine times out of ten,
he won't even talk.

Why not?

Well, because
he's a model citizen right now

and hardly anyone
remembers his past.

And he doesn't like to be
reminded of it.

Anyway, his name is Sid Nylan.

And he owns a small business.

It's a flower shop
on the West Side.

Marshal McCloud,
you are devious,

subversive, manipulative and--

I appreciate your confidence.

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McCloud: Mr. Nylan, I want to
talk about a killing.

Sid: Then find yourself
a killer. I sell flowers.

McCloud: You also know how
a professional killer operates,

that's all I wanna know.
Just how they operate.

Let me ask you a question.

- Were you in the army?
- In the air force.

- You flew a plane?
- Korea.

You killed people, right?

Well, not exactly,
I flew reconnaissance.

Well, you made it possible
for others to kill.

You're just a highly decorated
fingerman, so what.

Well, alright, Mr. Nylan,
you've made your point. I...

I suppose it was my mistake
of my coming here

but I, I just thought
that you'd made amends

for what you'd done in the past,
and that

helping me to save a life,
might in some way

make up for those
that you took but... [chuckles]

Well, I understand.

I'll see you.

Alright, alright.

I never said I wouldn't help.

I just didn't want
a lot of hypocrisy from you.

You seem a little more
straight-forward than most.

What do you want to know?

Well, I got a tip
that a professional

has taken a contract
on Arthur Yerby.

Arthur Yerby.

Now, there's a man
who wouldn't know a scruple

if he ran over one.

I like him.

He's not a hypocrite.

He's honest
like a shark is honest.

There's very few
of his kind left.

I'd hate to see him go.

What do you want, young man?

Well, first of all,
I'd like to know

how this killer operates?

Just how he goes about
getting a job done?

Well, that depends
upon the circumstances.

If he can, he'll try
for the perfect job.

When a disposal man
does a perfect job,

nobody knows he was there.

A disposal man?

Yeah, that's what he's called.
Disposal man.

A perfect job is when it looks
like an auto accident

or a heart attack.

Heart attack? Huh!
That's interesting.

How does he make it
look like a heart attack?

Oh, there's dozens of ways.

Uh, there's new techniques
being discovered all the time.

Did you ever hear of
the poison gas tube?

No, I guess I must've
missed that one.

Well, it's a metal gas tube
with poison gas.

Uh, the disposal man carries it
under his arm in a newspaper.

And as he passes the victim,

he releases some of the gas
in the his face, and walks on.

The man starts to gag,
falls, dead.

Looks like a heart attack.

Well, I'll guarantee
he's not gonna get

close enough to Mr. Yerby
for that.

And he's not gonna have a chance

monkeying around his car,
either.

Well, it will be
a sniper job then.

That's little risky,
but it's more dependable.

If he obeys the rules.

Rules? What are the rules?

Well, he's supposed to lay low.

Stay where he is.

Do nothing
until he makes the hit.

You mean to tell me that
there's no chance

that this fellow would do
anything to give himself away?

Well, it could happen

if, uh, if he got lonely.

- Lonely?
- You don't know.

A disposal man is like any other
visiting business man.

He's in a strange city.
He's bored, he's restless.

He's supposed to stay isolated,

but he, uh, still might try
to make contact with people.

Just out of sheer loneliness.

Huh.

[intense music]

[machines beeping]

How does that one grab you,
marshal?

Well, uh, it's not something
you'd wanna wake up to, I...

- Peter.
- I think it's obscene.

Oh, well, you think
everything is obscene, Peter.

And I'm usually right.

What do you think, Ms. Coughlin?

Chris. I like it.

Well, then I'll take it.

If you're ever in the south
of France,

I insist you visit both of us.

Chris: Thank you.

What does it mean?

Yerby: It means what ever you
might want it to.

Peter: I think he's faking it,
Chris.

I have a lot of really far out
environmental pieces

I've put aside in my warehouse,
you have to see it.

Yes.

Do you like environmental art
as well, Chris?

Well, it's not a question
of liking it,

it's a question
of finding space.

It's for you, marshal.

- Thank you.
- Welcome to the club, marshal.

I beg your pardon?

That nice young thing you
brought into the lair

now, do you think
she'll leave with him?

Well, I think the best way
to find out is to ask her.

Hello, this is McCloud.

I don't mean to rush you,
marshal.

I have nothing to do and I can
hang on to this phone

for several weeks at a time.

I'm sorry, Thatcher, what's up?

Thatcher: Well, first of all
I got off duty tonight

and I discovered
a note from you.

- Yeah, go on.
- And you were right.

Your favorite innate,
Frank Gordon,

does have a girlfriend.

And I called her and she's here

and she'd like to talk
to the officer

that arrested her boyfriend.

I'll be right down.

Excuse me, I'm gonna have to
leave, police business.

Ah, certainly, marshal,
we understand.

- Chris?
- Oh, now.

You're not going to take Chris
with you, are you?

Why don't you stay
and have dinner with us?

Oh, fine, I'd love it.

And you can join us when you
finish your duties, marshal.

Well, that's fine, don't know
how long it's gonna take.

In that case,
we'll never forget you.

Now, don't worry, Sam. I'll keep
guard over Mr. Yerby.

Yeah, you do that, so long.

Mrs. Yerby.

[beeping continues]

Marshall McCloud,
this is Ms. Linda Farley.

Oh, it's so good to meet you,
marshal.

My pleasure, ma'am.

I'm so terribly sorry
to inconvenience you in any way

but I felt i-- it could be
extremely useful

i-- if I came here
and-- and volunteered

any and all information, uh,

that might conceivably in some
way be of some small help,

in as much as I could tell you
whatever and how much I know.

- Yeah, um...
- I'm getting outta here.

Thatcher, do you mind, uh,
stickin' around

just for a lil' while,
I might need some advice.

Marshall, I, I really would like
to get some sleep.

But, that's alright, I'll just
suffer a physical collapse

and I'll collect disability.

- Thanks a lot.
- Ah...

- Won't you have a seat, miss?
- Thank you.

Uh, do you mind, uh,
answering a few questions,

Miss, uh, Farley?

Oh, of course not, officer.

Anything I can do to be of help.

I'm so shocked
by this entire matter.

Poor Frank in jail.
Arrested. Humiliated.

Not by you personally,
you understand.

But by society, in general.

Anyway, I came down
the moment I heard

to see how I could help
in Frank's behalf.

Mm-hm. How long have you known
Frank Gordon?

Physically,
I've only known him six weeks.

But spiritually, oh,
we go way back.

We're kindred souls.

Our karma was very positive
together.

Very unique. Special in fact.

Yeah, well, that's, uh...
that's fine.

Did-- did Mr. Gordon mention
anybody to you

or anything to you
about a planned murder?

No. Oh,
Frank is a beautiful man.

He could never be involved
in anything sordid like that.

Well, uh, to your knowledge,
did he know of anyone

who, who was involved
in a killing for hire?

Uh, there was an acquaintance
that I found unsavory.

Frank used to borrow money
from this individual... often.

Well, who was this man?
What was his name?

Malcolm Petrie.

Oh, he's unsavory, alright.

Got a mug shot on him?

On his there's got to be
an album.

- Could, uh...
- Oh!

You don't even have to ask,
marshal, I'll get it for you.

You see, I'm only here to serve.

Thank you, Thatcher.

You know, marshal,
since I've been so cooperative

and I-- I, I was wondering, uh,

maybe you could tell me
something.

Like what?

Like how long will Frank
be sent up?

- I can't really say.
- Oh.

Of course, you can't,
I-- I'm sorry.

I should never have presumed
to ask.

Uh... would you have a light?

Oh, sure, you betcha.

Oh, you have such unusually
powerful hands, marshal.

I bet you're a real man
of the outdoors, so to speak.

Your hands are rugged
and firm, yet somehow gentle.

They're understanding hands,
kind hands.

Yeah, well, they're gonna be
burned hands

if you don't let me
put this match out.

Can't you tell me how long Frank
will be incarcerated.

I sure would if I could, but
there's just no way of tellin'.

But you figure he's got to be
out of action

for at least a few months.

Could be. Why?

Oh, the reason I ask is, uh...

this friend of mine, uh...

purely business of course,

he-- he wants to open
this little gift shop

with me in Juarez.

Uh, oh, he's just a-- a school
chum, you understand.

Absolutely.

McCloud: Well, uh,
thanks for comin' in.

- I appreciate your help, ma'am.
- Oh!

Always glad to be
of public service.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Oh, uh, you have my number,

in case you require
additional information?

Goodnight.

Um, um, marshal, here he is.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Do you think
that there's any, uh,

additional information
that we might require?

Well...

This is the man that was
in the bar with Gordon.

So I figured this Petrie fellow

is tied in to an attempt
on Yerby.

Explain.

Well, for one thing he ran out
of that bar awful fast

when I arrested Frank Gordon.

With his record, that's
understandable. Next point.

Well, Petrie's always
been on the fringe

of some very heavy action,
you know, the syndicate stuff.

But for his regular bread
he does a lot of loan sharking.

That's right, now, Gordon was
evidently a regular customer.

Now, this Petrie could've been
putting the squeeze on him

in repayment of a bad debt.

So according to this theory,
Gordon picked up on you

in order to get arrested
and out of the picture.

Well, I know, i-- it kind of
pieces together,

but it could be a tie-up.

And what do you propose
we do about it?

Well, it would be nice if you'd
give me a man to tail Petrie.

And if there is a professional
killer he may lead us to him.

McCloud, we don't know for sure

that there's a contract
out for Yerby.

And I don't have
an unlimited supply of men

to go chasing around
after your suppositions.

But it only takes one.

Thatcher here knows
all Petrie's hangouts.

Yeah, and it's also
Thatcher's day off.

Well, look at it this way.

You'll be getting time
and a half

whether McCloud's right
or wrong.

Now, if you gentlemen
will excuse me.

I have a very
important appointment.

Get another call
from the mayor, chief?

No, my six year-old daughter
hasn't seen Central Park

in almost a week.

You can cover for me for
the next hour or so, McCloud.

Just don't answer the phone.

[traffic bustling]

[telephone ringing]

Yeah.

Uh, this afternoon.
5 o'clock.

You're sure?

My employer tells me
it's definite.

Look, I'm cooped up in here,
I need some company.

Can't you wait until after
it's done?

You wanna make sure
it's done right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

I, uh, I know a girl,

who, uh, lives in your place.

[indistinct chatter]

How are you, Rosalie?

I'm fine.
Yourself, Malcolm?

Pretty good.

I have a friend
who is staying here.

He's a little lonely.

I was going shopping.

Do it for me, Rosalie.

As a favor.

I'll be very grateful. Okay?

Okay.

He's in Room 205.

205?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

[vehicles honking]

[intense music]

[knocking on door]

Yeah.

Hi.

My name's Rosalie.

I met a friend of yours outside.

He said I should drop by and say
hello, that you were lonely.

Hey, uh, hey,
I've seen that movie.

It's a psychological drama.

It's a pretty good picture.

Oh, it's getting hot.

That fan feels good.

My feet always swell
in the hot weather.

You want a drink?

No, thanks.

Let's see, let me guess. Um..

You're from, uh, Wisconsin
and you're a school teacher

something like that, am I right?
Were you born in November?

- Are you a scorpio?
- What is this, an interview?

No, no, it's not an interview.
I just get curious about people.

You seem like a nice guy.
I can usually tell.

Don't you wanna talk at all?

Yeah.

Yeah. Sure.

Oh, hey. Relax.

You're all uptight.

[gasps] Oh, boy. Oh.

Your neck muscle's tense.

You must really be under
a lot of pressure.

Oh.

I bet most people probably think
you're kinda difficult

but, oh, I can tell,
it's just tension.

Like I said, I just have
a feeling you're a nice guy.

That's right.
I'm one of the best.

Oh, come on.
Don't be like that.

I didn't come here
to depress you.

Uh, look, I'm, uh, very busy.

And I've got a headache.

So why don't you just
beat it, okay?

I'm sorry.

Forget it.

[instrumental music]

Man On TV: Thank you
for the conclusion

of our housewives'
afternoon movie

"Right After Station
Identification."

I'm sorry.

Man On TV: Be sure and join us
tomorrow at this time

for Alan Lad
in "This Gun For Hire."

[machine drilling]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, fancy meeting you
at the fancy olives, marshal.

Well, New York restaurant prices
being what they are

kinda hard to turn down
a free feed.

It kinda reminds me
of a little place down in Taos.

Give you all you need
for $2.69.

You didn't just come for lunch.

No, I thought maybe that, uh,

I hung around the rich
and the famous long enough,

a little of it might
rub off on to me.

Isn't that kinda the way
you figured it?

Do I be detect
a hint of jealousy, marshal?

[chuckles]
You're dreaming, Chris.

Now, Sam, you gotta understand.

Arthur has just won a most
important proxy fight.

I-- I'm just here covering it.

Me thinks thou does
protest too much.

Oh.

A little Shakespeare there,

English 102, I think it was.

Aren't you jealous at all?

Me, jealous?

Well, of course I'm jealous.

I'd like to win one of them

big proxy fights myself.

Sam..

Isn't that
what you're talking about, huh?

In that case, would you put some
salad on this plate for Arthur?

Oh, sure thing. You bet ya.

Anything for Arthur.

Yes, yes, I'd say
it's a great moral victory.

My low morals
as opposed to theirs.

[laughing]

Now, I want you gentleman
to be very careful

what you say in front
of Miss Coughlin here.

She may decide to do an expose
on your expense account.

[laughing]

- Oh, thank you, marshal.
- My pleasure.

Sit here, Chris.

Ah, you see, money can't
buy you happiness, Chris

but it can buy you sycophants
to laugh for you.

[laughing]

Anyway, I'm going to London
day after tomorrow.

Soon as you gentlemen tie up
my loose ends here.

You seem disturbed,
Sergeant McCloud.

Marshal McCloud.
No, no, I..

I wasn't too hungry anyway.

You do a real good job
looking after Mr. Yerby.

How long have you been at it?

Twenty years.

Where's Mrs. Yerby today?

I think she had
a doctor's appointment.

Where is Mr. Yerby going
from here today, Peter?

Dinner at the Waldorf.
Will you excuse me?

You mustn't take exception
to Peter, marshal.

The frost is always there.

Yeah.

For you, too, huh?

For us all.
It's just part of his charm.

Yeah, I can see that.

And while I'm making excuses

I suppose I should mention
father's performance yesterday.

We're really not quite as bad
as he makes it sound.

Father just likes to show off
for an audience

at everyone's expense.

For yours in particular,
I'd say. Hm?

[laughs]

Oh, by the way, did you get your
telephone message?

No.

Well, your office called.

A Mr. Thatcher.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone rings]

Detectives.

Sergeant Thatcher speaking.

Thatcher, this is McCloud.
Anything?

I've been tailing Petrie
all day.

He's back in the apartment

and Brock is looking out
after him for me now.

I wish I had something
good to lay on you.

But it seems to be
a quiet day in his life.

He didn't do anything unusual?

Well, he did one thing that
was slightly out of pattern.

He went down to a cheap hotel
on 185 West 45th Street

that was a Hotel Carlson.

And he talked with a girl
for a few minutes.

Her name was Rosalie Hudgins.

H-U-D-G-I-N-S.

Now on a hunch. I checked
her out with the Vice Squad.

And she has a record
that goes way back.

Yeah. Go on.

Well, he seemed to be arranging
something with her.

But maybe there's nothing to it.

Because I been checking
with the hotel clerk.

And she hasn't been out
all afternoon.

McCloud?

McCloud, this instrument works
best when you speak into it.

Yeah, well, I was just thinking
about something

that Sid Nylan told me.

He said that the killer
might reveal himself

if he got so lonesome
that he had to make contact

with another human being.

I'll see you later.

[vehicle horn honks]

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

You Rosalie Hudgins?

Yeah.

My name is McCloud.

I'm a police officer.

[laughs]

Oh, I mean, really.

Oh, you vice squad guys
are too much!

These weird disguises.

What are you supposed to be?
"Midnight Cowboy?"

I'm not in the vice squad.

Oh, no, sure.
Sure you're not.

Gee, you've got it down pat,
haven't you?

Even the hick accent.

You know, miss, I wouldn't be
bothering you at all

except I'm looking
for a very dangerous man.

So? Why are you looking here?

I mean,
I'm a working girl.

Where do you guys
get these ideas?

I'm, uh, an exotic dancer.

I'm between engagements
right now

but that doesn't mean I'm--

Miss Hudgins,

this man is a killer.

Who did he kill?

Well, I have no idea who
he's tried to kill in the past.

I only know who he's trying
to kill right now.

Oh. A pro, huh?

That's right.

What does he look like?

I don't rightly know.
I've never seen him.

But I'm pretty sure that
Malcolm Petrie

tried to arrange
an introduction with you.

Malcolm?
Yeah, I know Malcolm.

He tried to introduce to you
someone earlier today, right?

- Uh, well...
- Miss, I need your help.

This is important.

I spent the afternoon alone

with my thoughts.
I don't know anything.

So you 'd better split
before the neighbors

get the wrong idea.

Miss Hudgins, if you're going
to see this man

you might be getting yourself
mixed up with a murderer.

- Will you please leave?
- I'm telling you.

He's nobody to fool around with.

Get out.

Sorry to have troubled you.

[music continues]

[engine rumbles]

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

Rosalie: It's me, Rosalie.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Hi.

What do you want?

I've got an idea.

Why don't the two of us go out
and get a drink or something?

Why not?

Come on in.

- I was just gonna shave.
- Oh.

Go ahead.

Oh, how's your headache?

It's gone.

You know, I was thinking.

The two of us could be
real good friends.

I mean, even
if you have a family, it's okay.

I mean, if you get to New York
now and then

we could see each other.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I know I talk too much
and I'm too nosey.

You familiar with guns?

No. No. I don't know anything
about stuff like this.

This is a breakdown rifle.

Oh, yeah?

This is a silencer.

The telescopic sight...

is very accurate.

I can hit a cockroach
at a 100 yards.

I saw the cowboy
leave the hotel.

I didn't tell him anything,
I swear.

He just wanted me
to lead him to you.

- But you wouldn't do that.
- No.

No? Since I'm such a nice guy?

No, I wouldn't...

Please. I just wanted to
find out about you for myself.

Thomas:
So then you could decide?

It wouldn't have mattered.

You've put me in a real bind.
And I'm a very busy man.

Do you know what this is?

No.

[cork pops]

There you go, mother.

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

- Marshal!
- Phillip.

Where is everybody?

Where's Mr. Yerby?

He left a few minutes ago.

Your Miss Coughlin had to check
her newspaper

or so she said.

Where'd he go?

To his tailor for a fitting.

He's going on to the dinner
from there.

Nobody told me
about a tailor's fitting.

Well, I guess it slipped
Peter's mind.

Where's this tailor shop?

Well, let's see.
I have a card here, somewhere.

Father always picks up
a suit or two from him

when he's in New York.

Oh, yes, here it is.

Mr. Burton Rill,

179 West 45th street.

West 45th?

I really don't see
why you're in such a...

[dramatic music]

I do this on a habit.

I don't need to now.

I burned off my fingerprints.

Burned 'em off with acid.

See?

Time to go to work.

What was your name?

Maggie? Betty? Ah! Rosalie.

That's right.

Rosalie.

[music continues]

[intense music]

[chuckles] Mr. Yerby,
it's so good to see you again!

You've got an armed guard
these days, I see.

It's good to see you, Burt.
Is the suit ready?

You'll have to speak up,
Mr. Yerby

My hearing is getting worse.

- Is the suit ready?
- Of course.

I can see that the alterations
will be minor. Very minor.

You haven't changed at all,
Mr. Yerby.

- Oh, thank you.
- What?

- Thank you.
- I don't know.

I think you'll like it,
Mr. Yerby.

Lovely fabric, stylish cut.

It's a beautiful suit!
Let me get it for you.

[dramatic music]

[siren wailing]

Ah, that's nice.
That's very nice.

[intense music]

[siren wailing]

[rattling]

Stay down!

What's going on, marshal?

You've been set up, my friend,
the killers up there.

[music continues]

Let's go.

- Where's a good restaurant?
- Good restaurant?

I don't know any
good restaurants.

I know a couple of
fair restaurants.

There's one right around the...

Give me the keys
for the second floor.

- Yes, sir.
- Is there a back exit?

- It's locked.
- Stay here.

Don't let anyone leave.

[instrumental music]

- What's going on?
- Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

You're gonna have to stay.

Sorry, folks...

Hey, mister.

[gunshot]

Ah, it's a shame
you didn't listen to me.

Yes, it's too bad.

Hm.

I wonder what this is.

Let me see.

It's a strange kind of a...

Huh. It could be
a poison gas tube.

Well, what makes you think so?

Well, uh, had it
described to me.

Could've killed her with it,
there's no marks on her.

Well, we'll have to wait on the
autopsy on that one, McCloud.

Who described it to you?

Fellow I was talkin' to
yesterday.

Should know what
he's talkin' about.

Sid Nylan.

Sid Nylan?

So, you did it your way
after all.

You told me to protect Yerby.
I protected him.

Well, that about wraps it up
here, chief.

What about the desk clerk?

He's downtown at headquarters
lookin' at photographs.

Drop this off at the lab.

I'll meet you downtown.

We'll pick the rest of this
stuff up later.

I went right past him in
the lobby, that's what gets me.

I went right past him.

It could've been worse.
Could've killed Yerby too.

I got to find him now.

Well, you better
call it a night, McCloud.

Yeah, sure, thanks a lot, chief.

Stop calling me chief.

[plane droning]

Woman on speaker: Passenger,
Allan Roberts, Allan Roberts.

Go to the nearest white courtesy
telephone, please.

Passenger Allan Roberts.

Allan Roberts.

Yeah.

Where do you think I'm going,
on vacation?

Get away from the heat?

Why are you calling?
They got a tail on Petrie.

That's what I figured.

You're kidding.

You better make it plenty
worth my while.

I'm too hot now,
by tomorrow morning

they'll have a make on me
and I won't be able

to get near an airport.

Wow!

Okay.

Deal.

And see if you can get that
cowboy out of my hair, okay?

Clifford: What about the man
they picked up

on Lexington Avenue?

Nothing, huh?

Anything else?

If you get a lead
call me right away. Thanks.

- Morning, marshal.
- Mornin'.

How's Yerby? Still in his hotel?

Yeah, I doubled the guard.
Both entrances.

Well, here's our man.

Desk clerk made a positive ID.

Got a long list of credentials

going all the way back
to reform school.

Yeah, that's the man
that was in the lobby.

What about Malcolm Petrie?

Well, we're keeping him
on the string.

You know, our best shot
is the killer's employer.

That'll be somebody who knew
about the tailor's appointment.

Well, I think you can narrow
that down to Mrs. Yerby,

her son Philip,
or their man Friday.

[knocking on door]

Excuse me for interrupting,
but your secretary

seems to be away from his post.

And who are you?

Uh, Chief Clifford,
this is Peter Lincoln.

- Uh, Mr. Yerby's, uh...
- Man Friday.

Ah, well, come in, Mr. Lincoln.
Have a seat.

Thank you, captain.

Captain, I-- I would like
a word with you.

Go right a head.

Alone.

You can speak freely here.

Well, what I have to say
concerns Mr. McCloud.

- Oh?
- Well, maybe I'd better leave.

No, stay.

Sit down, Mr. Lincoln.

Uh, the Yerby family

regrets the shooting
of your Officer Watkins,

and what happened
to that unfortunate girl.

But we, ourselves,
are primarily concerned

in the safety of Mr. Yerby.

Therefore, we request
that Mr. McCloud

be replaced
as Mr. Yerby's bodyguard.

Even though he saved
your employer's neck?

Actually, that could be
considered a stroke of luck.

We would prefer,
under the seemingly

dangerous circumstances
that now exist

a more, uh...

traditional and experienced
member of your department.

I run this department,
Mr. Lincoln.

- And I make the assignments.
- Yes, yes. Of course.

But I'm certain
that the police commissioner

wouldn't find the request
unreasonable.

If you or the Yerby's
want to go over my head

you do just that.

Well, no, chief, just, uh...
hold it a minute,

I mean, I don't want to create
any hard feelings

if that's the way
they feel about it,

I'd like to resign
from the case.

Well, I'm glad to see
that at least Mr. McCloud

is being reasonable about this.

Very well.

If that's what McCloud wants.

I'll assign another man.

Thank you, very much, captain.

That was a real fine
performance, chief.

You know, your version
of the irate official

that's one of my favorites.

Well, I had to see
how far he'd go.

Yeah, one of 'em wants me
off the case real bad.

Yes. Now let's see if you can
find out which one.

[instrumental music]

Marian: Well, marshal, are you
going to arrest someone?

Yerby: My wife and I have been
married for 25 years.

She has despised me for 24.

Philip: Don't over look
the family retainer, father.

Maybe he's tired of playing
captive audience.

Yerby: You're my only son,
Philip.

Who may yet reverse
the American dream

and achieve riches to rags.

Philip: That's not a very funny
joke, father.

Yerby: Dear old Marion,
with only the accompaniment

of a fleet of doctors.

Marian: I'd like some more
sherry, Philip.

Yerby: So, here we all are.

Brought together once again

by the strongest bond of all,

our mutually held stock.

Philip: Well, I guess
it slipped Peter's mind.

It slipped Peter's mind.
It slipped Peter's mind.

Slipped Peter's mind.

[instrumental music]

McCloud: Where's Mr. Yerby.
Peter: Really, sergeant--

- Marshall McCloud.
Peter: Marshall McCloud.

Peter: You have no reason
to break in here like this.

You know, somebody's trying
to kill Mr. Yerby.

Now, I'm running out of patience
with you.

Do you want me to tell you
who you're coverin' up for,

or would you rather tell me?

Hm?

I don't know what you mean?

I mean, you're not the only one
who wants me off the case.

Although, Philip would like
for it to look that way.

Lettin' everything point to you,
you know what I mean?

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

You don't?

You don't know that Mrs. Yerby
is a sick woman?

A sick woman that stopped
going to doctors?

Now, she stopped for one reason,
either she's cured

or she's hopeless.

She's dying, isn't she?

If she dies first, of course,
Mr. Yerby gets all the stock.

But, if Mr. Yerby dies first,
then, uh,

Mrs. Yerby gets all the stock

which means
that Phillip gets it.

Simple as that, right?

You can't prove anything.

And there will be no more
attempts on Mr. Yerby.

Is that the deal
that you made with Phillip

when you found out
that he was behind it?

I have nothing further
to discuss, marshal.

[scoffs]

Boy, he really set you up nice,
didn't he?

Havin' you go to the police.

There'll be another attempt,
don't worry about that.

This time they're gonna get him.

Only now you're the pigeon.

I think we'd better
tell the gentleman

what he wants to know, Peter.

The really ironic thing,
according to your theory,

is that Phillip really thought
I'd give him control

over the corporation.

Why, he could never handle it.

He can't even manage
a simple thing

like having his own father
murdered.

Where is Mr. Yerby now?

He's at Bellamy's art warehouse.
On the West Side. Near 50th.

Thank you, ma'am, I'll find him.

If you like, marshal,
I'll be glad to arrange

to have Phillip picked up.

Call Sergeant Thatcher,
Detectives,

5-5-5-2-2-2-8.

[instrumental music]

Sergeant Thatcher?

Good.
This is Mrs. Arthur Yerby.

I was wondering if you'd be kind
enough to arrest my son.

[intense music]

I had to put these pieces in the
warehouse because of their size.

And I had them
put these lights up

for more dramatic presentation
for you.

Yes, well,
it's, it's certainly dramatic.

[chuckling]

[music continues]

Bellamy: I have one
particular piece

that you might want to consider.

It was made by a California
artist.

Right over here, Mr. Yerby.

This was created for a client
who was son in love with it

that he was going to build
his entire den around it.

But the way the stock market
is these days

I'm looking for another client.

Mm-hm.

[siren wailing]

What is this?

Bellamy:
That is an operating room.

Well, I can see that.
Does it have a name?

Yes.

It's called...

The Surgery Performed
on Mrs. Arnold Eckstein

by Dr. Alvin Roll.

By the artist, Arnold Eckstein.

- Did Mrs. Eckstein survive?
- No.

It's one of a kind.

- Next.
- Mr. Yerby.

Marshall,
what're you doing here?

McCloud: I just found out that
you're down here...

[alarm buzzing]

Find some cover.
Officer, keep them out of sight.

[dramatic music]

[gun fires]

Hold it.

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[gunfire]

[glass shattering]

[gun clicking]

Let's go.

Move.

Handcuff him, take him downtown.

What're you starin' at?

I just wanna see
what you look like close-up.

Stay well.

Well, does that do it, marshal?

Yeah, that about wraps it up.

Except you and me
has got to have a lil' talk.

About what?

About who hired that fellow
to kill you.

[indistinct chatter]

- Mr. Philip Yerby.
- Yes.

You'll come with me, please.

You're under arrest
for attempted murder.

Oh!

[sighs]

Well...

Thank you.

Alright, I'm sorry,
I didn't know about...

Arthur.

One thing I've always
liked about you,

you've always been consistent.

Spare me the sentimentality.

I just spoke to my lawyer.

He'll do whatever he can
for Phillip.

I'd let him rot there.

Yes, I know.

Goodbye, Arthur.

Congratulations, marshal.
You have saved a great man.

Marian...

Well, I got to get back
to the office.

Uh, what...
Stay and have a drink.

Some other time.
So long, Mr. Yerby.

Well, I've got to file my story.

Sam, uh, I'll take a ride
with you if you don't mind.

I think I can handle it.

Well, now,
you don't have to rush off.

Goodbye.

[instrumental music]

[chuckling]

Well...

like always, Peter.

Just you and me.

Peter?

[instrumental music]

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