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[instrumental music]

[seagulls squawking]

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Hey!

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What? I didn't do nothin'. Hey, what're you doin' anyway?

Not so fast, officer. I'm off duty.

I gotta take this guy downtown and book him.

I'm sorry. I'm off duty.

I'm no longer obliged to assist you.

Your emergency is over.

Call for a paddy wagon, that'll be $3.50.

You're kiddin'!

Keep the change.

[traffic bustling]

Are you for real?

Somebody should've advised me of my rights.

[whistles] Taxi!

[theme music]

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Hey, chief.

Ah, McCloud.

You get your, uh, pickpocket booked?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I got him booked on that, uh...

I also caught that 12 year-old dog-napper yesterday,

you don't wanna forget that.

Also got that bad guy down on 42nd Street

that was tryin' to sell those flyin' saucers

without a license. I nabbed him dead to rights, you betcha.

Oh, McCloud, I cell that, uh, super sleuthing.

Yeah, just, uh, riskin' my life every minute of the day.

You know, I can only assume that you, uh,

will eventually come to the point.

Well, I was just thinkin', chief,

that there oughta be a few more things goin' on at night,

for instance, uh, that might be a little bit more challenging.

Well, marshal, your, uh...

your suggestion has some merit.

Not for you, necessarily, but for me.

Now, uh, we meet almost everyday, don't we?

And we have our little talks about this and that, uh,

just like now. Everyday.

Hm-mm. Yeah.

Well, from now on,

you work nights.

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Uh, this is McCloud.

Hey, you know on the fellow that that landlord reported

as harboring a dying animal?

Well, that turned out to be his grandpa's bagpipes.

And I'm here to tell ya that they weren't dyin' at all.

He gave me a demonstration that wouldn't quit.

A whole serenade.

Entertained the whole neighborhood,

as a matter of fact. You betcha.

Well, I'm gonna cruise on up to the park.

[traffic bustling]

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you very much.

I've got to get your autograph.

Thank you so much. Bye.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you very much.

Mr. Rudell.

May I have your autograph, too?

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[screaming]

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Man 2 on radio: Control to all units

in the vicinity of area three.

Stabbing suspect last seen running south.

Fifty-sixth and Hubbard Place.

Suspect, male Caucasian, 5'10",

long dark hair, wearing brown top coat.

[honking]

[crashing]

Alright, you against the wall, feet wide apart. Let's go.

Man on TV: Ladies and gentlemen, here's a late news bulletin

just handed to me.

Paul Rudell, internationally known violinist

and founder of the Rudell Music Conservatory here in New York

was found murdered tonight on a New York street.

Go polish something.

Man on TV: Of an assassin's knife.

New York Police report that less than one hour ago,

following a rehearsal for the charity concert

he was to give next week,

Mr. Rudell was apparently set upon and fatally wounded

by a man who then ran off directly past two eyewitnesses.

The suspect, 27-year-old Louis Brocco,

himself a violinist, was apprehended

only a few blocks from the scene and is now in custody.

As yet, no motive for the slaying has been revealed,

though it has been learned that Brocco was a student

of Rudell's at the Maestro's Conservatory.

Further, the knife apparently used in the brutal slaying

and which was recovered by the police at the scene...

Man 1: Thanks, Mr. Schultke. - Sit down.

Good movie on, after.

Man on TV: Belonging to the suspect Louis Brocco.

There are at this early time, however,

no further facts regarding the tragic event.

Premiere Violinist Paul Rudell

born Pavel Rudensky, 55 years ago in his native Russia

dead tonight in New York City.

He will be missed.

Thank you.

[knocking on door]

Natalia.

Oh, Kevin.

[sighs] I-- I came as soon as I heard.

[instrumental music]

Gentlemen, please stop following me.

I cannot help you. Please.

But we helped you. Did we not help you?

We gave our statements not merely fully and freely, sir.

We gave them very, very well!

But first-degree murder is just not a bailable offense.

Now I'm sorry but... Aha! Here's the arresting officer.

Any further questions this is the man equipped to answer them.

Well, I appreciate your confidence there, Joe.

If you need anything at all, I'll be gone.

There you go. Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you?

You are the person who arrested Louis Brocco?

- Yup, that's right. - We play with him.

You do?

Well, I'm afraid he's not gonna be able

to come out and play today.

No, no, no, no, we are string quartet.

Louis, of course, is violin, as am I also.

How do you do?

And, uh, this is cello, this is viola.

Viola? Well, you, know, I really love the string quartets.

Awful nice to meet you fellows.

Gentlemen, note that face if you will.

The beady eyes, the haughty brow.

Of such persons, the artist has learned

to expect absolutely nothing.

Yeah, well, I, uh, I wouldn't wanna upset your expectation.

No, please, please, uh...

We were not aware that we could not bail Louis out.

We spent the whole night telephoning everybody for money.

We didn't do very well, of course, musicians.

I was prepared to leave this, if necessary.

Well, I would say that that young fellow is very fortunate

to have such good friends.

The kid couldn't hurt anybody.

But we would like to take care of his

violin for him until he's released.

Uh, how long do you think until he's released?

Waldemar, I tell you, this kind of person you do not ask.

He couldn't hurt anybody, believe me.

If you could just direct us to where we could find his violin--

Or any thing. A caterpillar, the lowest creature in the world.

A music critic.

Well, I'm afraid that, uh, all his personal effects, uh,

they're gonna have to stay impounded.

That's evidence, you know.

There, gentlemen, I believe my point is now made.

He has also arrested Louis' violin.

An ant he wouldn't hurt.

But his violin, that's Louis' security blanket.

If it were damaged or lost...

I will check on that personally. I promise you.

I keep telling you, but you won't listen.

This kind of person you do not ask. Come on. Out.

Without Louis we're only a trio.

Come along.

- Good morning, marshal. - Eh.

Ah, good morning, chief.

How was your first night's duty?

Oh, not bad. Not bad.

Until the sun came up and I was still typin' up this report

in duplicate and triplicate.

You have a pretty full night, did ya, chief?

- Oh, I slept like a baby. - You did?

Well, night work must agree with you, marshal.

- Good clean report. - Yeah.

Well, it's just a little bit too clean for my taste.

- How's that? - Well look-- looky here, chief.

At the-- at the evidence against this Louis Brocco, uh...

I am, like I told you, it's a good clean report.

Now the boys, uh, found, uh, the murder weapon right there

in the alley and it was Louis Brocco's own knife

with his own initials on it. See?

So?

Well, you don't usually premeditate a murder

and then leave your own knife with your own initials on it.

Go on, I-- I'm still listening.

Yeah, well, another thing is

is when I was taking him down to the slammer to book him,

all he cared about was that I didn't...

I didn't damage that fiddle of his.

He just didn't want nothin' to happen to that fiddle.

He just-- he-- he just loved that fiddle.

If you're trying to tell me that he may have

a few rocks in his head, I've already suspected--

McCloud: No, what I'm tryin' to tell ya, chief,

is that if, if he went out to murder somebody,

he just wouldn't take that fiddle along with him.

I mean, he wouldn't take that kind of chance,

is what I'm tryin' to say.

Alright, marshal. Now listen.

The boy, Brocco, was a student of Paul Rudell.

Now, he knew Rudell well enough to know

when and where he might be rehearsing.

Brocco's own knife was the murder weapon.

And two eye-witnesses saw it happen.

Well, now, wait a minute, I hate to correct you there, chief,

but they didn't see it happen.

What they saw was Brocco standing over Mr. Rudell.

Now right there attached to my report,

the lab sheet confirms that the bloodstains

started 20 feet farther back into the alley.

I just don't think that, uh, that Brocco would've knifed him

and then stuck around while the old fellow

crawled 20 feet farther towards the street.

No, sir, I-- I just think that he came on him

after the fact, that's what I think.

Well, professionally, I'd say you might be absolutely right.

But we can't begin to know that

until the boy is represented by counsel

then we can question him.

However, let me play the, uh, devil's advocate for a minute.

Just what, exactly, was Brocco doing in the vicinity?

And, too, he did have the old, proverbial motive.

He did? What was the motive?

Well, homicide talked to Rudell's granddaughter.

Now, it seems she met Brocco only once in her life,

then suddenly, out of nowhere,

he began sending her love letters.

She, apparently, sent them back unanswered.

So he wrote one last letter

in which he suggested that, uh,

her grandfather, the late Paul Rudell,

had turned her against Brocco

because Brocco wasn't yet a good enough violinist.

Huh.

Well, of course, I didn't know any of that.

But, uh, well, I still have these feelings.

And, uh, if I don't follow through with 'em, I...

You see, chief,

what if... what if this boy that I apprehended,

what if he helps convict himself just because he's a...

he's a little bit unusual?

Just because he's a little different, you know?

You know what I mean? It could happen.

And I'd feel a big part responsible for that.

You're not alone in your sense of responsibility, marshal.

But if you'll just get a little sleep,

you may be able to see that the evidence

is rather damaging.

Yeah, well, yeah.

I'll just make a little stop

and then I'll hit the sack for sure.

Much obliged, chief.

A little stop, where? McCloud?

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Man 3: Dig the pretty cowboy.

Louis, I'm Marshal McCloud. I'm the fellow that brought you in.

I brought your fiddle with me.

I thought maybe you might like it.

- Thank you. - Oh, that's alright.

It's alright.

You know, you've got no idea how tough it is

to get that in here.

They got regulations here that,

that you wouldn't believe.

You know, my Aunt Cora played the fiddle.

- She was-- - Oh, please.

Please don't use that word.

- T-- that's a very ugly word. - Oh, I'm sorry.

I apologize. Of course, the violin.

Anyway, she really loved her violin.

At weddings, or christenings, barn raisings

Aunt Cora'd be right there with her violin.

I guess she loved that violin more than anything in the world.

Except maybe her cats.

Do you know that she had 23 cats at one time?

That's right 23. Huh!

And then one day a stranger came to town

and just took away her innocence.

Just absolutely ruined her.

He told her what those strings were made out of.

I tell you, it just absolutely devastated

a fantastic musical career.

You know, Louis, I was talkin' to your friends

in the string quartet,

and the way they carried on about you,

that was just wonderful to hear. It really was.

It was just wonderful.

Let's-- let's just assume for a minute, Louis,

that, uh, that you weren't the one

that killed Mister Rudell.

Kill the Maestro? No.

You see...

Well, you... you-- you can see

I-- I don't have much of a personality.

E-- except with this.

I-- I... I could never be strong,

or-- or attractive...

[stammering] ...or anything.

Ex-- except when I play the violin.

And...

and the Maestro was everything.

He-- he-- he-- he taught me everything.

Louis, how come you happened to be right there

on the spot last night?

Were you at the rehearsal? Hm?

Louis, you know, would you do something for me?

Would you play me just a little bit of that violin

before I leave? You know, I have to take it with me.

I-- I only play classical.

That's alright. Even that'll do in a pinch.

You know what I like?

The one that I enjoy is that one

Borodin piece for string quartet.

It's-- it's Number Two in D Major, I think it is.

Could you just give me a little bit of that?

Just the third movement, boy,

that-- that's the part that really turns me on.

You know it? Could ya?

Oh, that would be just wonderful.

I, I haven't heard that in a long time.

That-- that really, really turns me' on.

[tuning]

[violin music]

Man 3: Hey, knock off the lullaby.

Well, there's no accountin' for bad taste, is there?

What were you doin' there last night, Louis?

Louis, you know time is important and I've got to know.

I-- I got a call.

S-- someone told me that Natalie would be there.

Natalie? You mean, Mr. Rudell's granddaughter?

Well, I-- I figured if I just s-- stood on

the other side of the street, or something

well, I might, I might catch a glimpse of her.

Oh.

Well, do you know who called to tell you that she'd be there?

Yeah, it was the man in the green hat.

The man in the green hat?

He-- he's been following me for weeks.

I-- I-- I just, I just know it was him that stole my knife

and put it there where the Maestro was murdered.

Hm! How do you know?

Well, I...

I-- I don't know how I know.

But you're sure that you're sure?

I mean...

A man in a green hat following you.

Definitely following you. You're sure?

W-- well, I saw him.

Well, yo-- you see, I-- I always look I look around

to see, to see if someone's following me.

A-- and I saw him.

You always look around to see if somebody's followin' you?

- Ev-- ever since I was a boy. - Really?

Well, yo-- you see, I always carried a violin

an-- and Mike-- Mike McKeegan and his gang

would, would throw snowballs with rocks in 'em at me.

So, I always look back ever since.

Well, uh, Louis, do you have any idea

why this fellow in the green hat would do such a thing?

No, well, I-- I guess it's just for the same reason

that Mike McKeegan used to put rocks in the snowballs.

Some-- some people just really hate music.

Listen, if he hadn't paid his rent on time,

I'd have dropkicked him right outta here, that looney.

I admit, I got some strange ones around here,

I admit to that.

But this guy Brocco, with his violin,

and his nutsy friends with their 3 a.m. serenades...

[imitating violin]

Eh, you say good morning to this kid

and you know what he does? He hums to ya.

This is it.

What's the matter?

Well, somebody's used a jimmy to open this door.

See these little marks here?

Hey, hey, I could sue you for that.

- That's an accusation. - No, no, no, wait--

- Never in my life have toyed-- - Wait a minute, my friend.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

A man with a face as honest as yours

wouldn't be capable of anything like this.

Oh. Well, that's different.

Whoever did it, knew what he was doing. It's a pretty neat job.

Well, in this neighborhood, he is probably six years old.

Yeah?

Well, this is a pretty neat room.

- First class. - Yeah.

For a man that was arrested

wearin' one yellow sock and one blue sock.

He have anybody help clean up for him?

Girlfriend, maybe?

With one yellow sock and one blue one,

you expect a girlfriend?

You don't know of anybody who would've had an extra key, huh?

Nobody's supposed to.

His, uh, three musician friends,

Jewi, Lewie and Mooie, or whatever their names are,

they probably had one.

Listen, I could put on a pot a tea

if you want some tea.

Do you want some tea?

Well, to tell ya the truth, I haven't had

my booster shots yet. I think I'll skip it.

Hey, I suppose I could make ya some hot soup.

- Nope. - How 'bout something cold?

Eh, I got, uh...

[instrumental music]

[singing in foreign language]

How's it goin', Milton?

[singing continues]

Waldemar! Why don't you sit down, take a load off.

It's, uh, an honor and a privilege

having the police here.

Well, thank you.

You know, I, uh...

How is he, Mr. McCloud? Our Louis?

Our Louis, he revered Paul Rudell.

The Maestro would be the last person in the world

he would wish to hurt.

If he could hurt, which he couldn't!

Your string quartet, it, uh,

it played at the Rudell Music Conservatory, did it?

Hm! It was born there.

Is that where Louis met Rudell's granddaughter?

Well, you boys do know that, uh,

he wrote her a love note now and again, don't ya?

Louis writes because he cannot talk.

Without his violin, he is speechless.

She sent them all back anyway. We used to tease him about them.

If somebody that he didn't know told him to go

to a street corner late at night

where he'd get a glimpse of this girl from a distance

you think that he would do it? Hm?

He'd be there two hours early.

He's gullible. Believe me, gullible.

Mm-hm, oh, by the way, before I forget it

do you have the extra key to his room?

Yes, yes, of course.

You're so marvelously secretive, Waldemar.

Thank you.

You know, havin' this key, I think maybe

his-- his friends tried to help Louis out a little bit.

McCloud: Go to his room before the police got in,

kinda straighten things up a little bit.

You know, just so it'd look good.

Maybe take a few things out.

Uh, just to protect Louis, of course.

Not realizin' that what they were doin',

uh, might send them all to jail.

[clears throat]

Mm-hm.

[indistinct chatter]

We only-- only meant to help him.

Go ahead, arrest us. Take us away.

Enjoy yourself.

Well, I-- I suppose that, uh,

maybe I could do that,

but in that area I am open for a bribe.

There didn't I tell you?

You trust that face, and what do you get?

Payola.

"Miss Rudell."

Sort of a formal opening there for a love letter, isn't it?

"Miss Rudell?"

"Miss Rudell, you are the "Pathetic Con Amore."

You are the "Moonlight Sonat."

You are... "Haydn's Horseman?"

Louis' favorite. A high compliment.

Did he ever mention anything to you about bein' followed?

Well, he did say something about

being followed a couple of times.

He thought he was being followed by a man in a green hat.

Now Louis, uh, wouldn't just imagine this, would he?

Uh, I mean out of a persecution complex or somethin'?

Oh, alright. That's enough.

So we took Louis's letters that we shouldn't have taken.

Alright. We confess it.

Mow, Mr. Policeman, name your bribe.

What price do you require to forgo the thrill

of putting us in the clink?

Well, I've got that all figured out.

Uh, it's gonna cost you fellows, uh...

one bagel and cream cheese. Maybe a cream soda.

I don't know. I haven't figured that out yet.

- Give him the cream soda. - Comin' up, comin' up.

[instrumental music]

[piano music]

[orchestra music]

Woman 2: Three... Four...

Five... Six...

Seven... Eight.

One... Two...

Please, take over.

My dear man, you are an interruption.

- What do you want? - I'm sorry about that.

I'm-- I'm lookin' for a Miss Natalie Rudell.

- I'm Miss Rudell. - My name is Marshal McCloud.

Could I talk to you for a minute?

I, uh, I think we should step outside

so the class can continue.

- Thank you, auntie. - I'm sorry.

Woman 1: Four... Five...

Six...

I'm really sorry to have to bother you

at this particular time, Miss Rudell.

I tried your apartment.

I thought maybe with the passing of your grandfather

that you might not be working today.

Yes, my aunt and I are working

because that's what my grandfather would've wanted.

Yes, uh, it's not just the...

the shock of her grandfather's death,

it's the awful circumstances around it that--

Marshal McCloud, this is Kevin Mallory.

He takes care of our legal and business affairs

at the Conservatory.

- How do you do? - It's a pleasure.

Miss Rudell, I wonder if I could just ask you

a couple of questions?

I'm sorry, I, uh,

I have talked to so many policemen and detectives

I, uh, oh, I really just can't any more.

- Please, ex-- excuse me. - That's alright.

I'll be with you in a minute, darling.

Well, perhaps I can answer a few questions for you, marshal.

- You're an employee here, huh? - No.

I have a law practice over on Fifth Avenue.

Sit down, please.

Thank you.

I just contribute my services

to, uh, help with the finances and so on.

I see, uh...

Well, you know, of course, that we've got this,

uh, fellow, Louis Brocco in jail.

Do you know him? He plays the violin.

Well, it just escapes me, marshal,

how anyone could really

know a weirdo like that Brocco kid.

Really?

Well, maybe I'm not that musical.

Yeah, he-- he strike you as being a particularly, um,

uh, dangerous type, did he?

No, no, not on the... not on the surface.

But, uh, I did get a chance

to see the other side of him once.

I... well, he started hanging around here, staring at Natalie.

And then he wrote some, some letters.

Ridiculous. Well, love letters, I guess you'd call them.

She was upset and she asked me to speak to him.

I did.

And, boy, he... I mean, he went bananas.

It was a pretty frightening scene.

Well, that's, that's very surprising.

I wouldn't have expected that of Louis.

- Really? - No.

Well, forgive me, marshal, but do I detect a slight bias here?

[chuckles] Well, um, I suppose so.

Maybe. I-- I guess there's a, a slight bias.

I know where I've seen you now, on television.

Isn't that right? Television!

You're the, uh... you represent that,

that Schultke fellow, Fred Schultke.

Supposed to be our next Harbor Commissioner?

- Isn't that right? Television! - That's right.

- Of course! - Well, excuse me, marshal.

I'm, uh, in charge of the funeral arrangements as well,

and though, uh, it's gonna be

a private ceremony, there is quite a bit to do.

Oh, that's alright I'll drop by again.

I knew that I'd seen you someplace!

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

Excuse me, ma'am, I wonder, uh,

could I ask you a couple of questions?

Well, I would say it's about time someone did.

A dozen policemen, and not one word to me.

I resent being ignored, young man.

Well, ma'am, on behalf of all policemen everywhere,

I would appreciate the opportunity to rectify that.

You will visit me at my apartment

during the coffee hour. We'll have tea.

- Russian style. - Russian tea?

Well, I'll look forward to that.

I appreciate your hospitality.

Bye-bye.

[traffic bustling]

[instrumental music]

I hope...

it's steeped long enough.

Oh, listen, that's, that's quite alright.

I-- I don't like it too steeped.

Uh, Marshal McCloud...

I, uh, have known Louis Brocco

quite well at the conservatory.

To suggest that he is the murderer...

preposterous.

I reject that

and I suspect you do also.

Hm.

Pavel...

God rest his soul,

had no enemies.

And, therefore,

someone must've killed Pavel

not out of hatred or malice

but for personal gain.

The beneficiaries of his will

are the school, charities,

Natalia and myself.

Natalia is even less capable of killing then poor Louis.

So I conclude, I am the most likely suspect.

Will you have some more tea?

Oh, uh, here. Let me help you with it.

Oh, thank you.

You know, uh, I never thought of that last part there.

But you're absolutely right.

Well, y-- you must consider all possibilities, young man.

I can assure you, however, that I did not do it.

Well, I'm relieved to hear that.

Oh, this...

this is Paul here.

Pavel Rudensky. That was the real name.

That was Stefan. Stephen.

Paul was a miracle. He came out of all that a good man.

Half the boys in that neighborhood ended up in prison.

What about Stephen?

Worse than most.

He broke his mother's heart.

Is he still alive?

Not to me.

Actually, he disappeared years ago.

His only decent contribution

to the family, I might add.

- Did they get along alright? - Yes.

They were devoted to each other

but then...

Pavel always forgave everyone everything.

I wonder, ma'am, uh...

you think it'd be alright if I took this picture

and borrowed it for a couple of days?

- Of course. - Thank you.

I appreciate your cooperation.

Clifford: I would like very much, Marshal McCloud,

to hear that you did not enter the cell of Louis Brocco

early this morning to interrogate him.

And I would love to have you tell me

it is not true that you used his violin

to loosen him up and coerce him into speaking--

Now just a minute, chief, that word coerce, that--

What word do you think his attorney will use?

And what words do you think the court will use

when it learns that the police officer

employed such a tactic

even before the defendant had an attorney?

Chief, I went into that cell to help that boy.

And I think I did, too.

Because right now it looks more and more

like somebody has set Louis Brocco up as a patsy.

I hope you're right, McCloud.

I hope he's not Paul Rudell's killer.

Because when and if he does come to trial

it may be this department that needs a defense.

- Chief-- - That'll be all, marshal.

Yes, sir.

McCloud: Steve Rudensky, 1933.

Steve Rudensky, 1958.

And I could swear, Joe, that that's the same fellow

that I saw standing outside the Music Conservatory.

Well, if you're right, McCloud, you've uncovered

an old missing link.

He disappeared some years back, right?

What does his file say on him?

He worked for the mob during the gang war days.

Just a runner, small time stuff.

But apparently he was around at the wrong time one night

when a couple of the heavy weights decided

to go at each other for real.

Hmm.

You mean he was witness to a gang killing

and he figured he'd better head for the tall grass country

before they did a number on him, huh?

- That's the theory. McCloud: Yeah.

Well, now, wait a minute here.

This says that one Fred R. Shultke

was among those questioned after the killin'.

Is that the same Fred Shultke that's up for the appointment

as harbor commissioner?

He's never tried to hide his past.

As a matter of fact, he's stated publicly

that he grew up being somewhat less than lovely.

Nothing serious.

People seem to like him all the better for it.

Oh yeah. Yeah, I get the picture.

Bad boy atones for his sins, and everybody loves a convert.

Well, how did you get to be so narrow-minded all of a sudden?

Fred Shultke's a legit businessman

with the brains and the savvy to get the job done.

Well, Joe, I didn't mean to put the man down.

For all I know, he could be a top hand.

Right now, I've gotta try and find this Rudensky fella.

You wouldn't, uh, happen to have

a little free time to help me out, would you?

Free time?

You are speaking of a long forgotten luxury, my friend.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Well, you know, uh, come to think of it,

I-- I might know a nice little string section

that might volunteer some extra time.

A what?

One violin, one viola, and a cello.

'Course, I'm not too sure about the cello.

That's just a possibility.

The cello might be a late scratch.

See ya, Joe.

[instrumental music]

Darling?

Darling, how 'bout something to eat?

Yes, yes. I guess so.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Yes.

What, now?

[sighs]

Yes. Of-- of course.

Where are you?

Yes.

Alright.

Yes, as soon as I can.

Goodbye.

It's my uncle. He's come for the funeral and he wants to see me.

- I'll go with you. - No.

No, Kevin. He'd rather I go alone.

Well, I still don't like the idea of your going alone.

[sighs] Kevin.

Whatever he is, or has been, he's still my family.

I'll call you later.

[instrumental music]

[horn honking]

Alright, alright, let me get through.

Oh.

Yes, hello, Marshal Sam McCloud, please.

Yes, yes, uh, tell him, uh,

one of his operatives is calling.

Yes, uh, Mr. McCloud, I have the license number.

She has just taken off down Third Avenue

away from the conservatory.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

Mister Schultke, please. This is Kevin Mallory.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

I don't want any trouble for you, or me, or anybody.

I...

I just wanna go to my brother's funeral.

Grandfather talked about you so often.

I'm glad you came back.

Look, I-- I did write a couple of times.

You know, just to...

He said you never gave an address.

Well, I... I've been movin' around mostly...

Look, kid.

Natalie.

You're too young even to remember me, but that's okay.

I mean, it's just as well.

But there's somethin'...

Well, there's somethin' very important for me

that you know it, okay?

Wherever I've been, whatever ship I was on

whatever lousy saloon I was sweepin' somewhere.

Once in a while I'd come across Pavel's name in the paper.

Or his picture, maybe.

Paul Rudell. Maestro Paul Rudell. I...

When I read his name, I'd...

I'd cut it out of the paper and I'd...

I'd carry it with me for a while.

Thanks for the call, Edwin.

I'm proud of ya.

When a man of honor has pledged himself to assist,

such a man is not deterred.

There you go.

The subject is up there.

You're doin' a bang up job.

Nobody's gonna recognize me at that funeral

or even remember me...

Except Eugenie.

[knocking on door]

I-- I swear! I didn't tell a soul where I was going.

[knocking on door]

McCloud: Miss Rudell?

It's Marshal McCloud.

I'd like to talk to your uncle.

I'm alone. I don't mean him any harm, I promise ya.

- A cop? - Yes.

You got followed by a cop?

Okay, why not?

Go on.

Let him in.

Thank you.

Mr. Rudensky.

My name is Sam McCloud.

I'm a deputy marshal assigned to the New York Police Department.

Why don't you let him alone?

The man has been hounded for years.

If you had to use me as bait to snare my own uncle, you could--

McCloud: Now, hold on, hold on a minute.

Just, just hold on a minute.

Please.

I think your uncle knows who wants to snare him

even after all these years.

Well, I-- I don't understand.

Uncle Steve?

Your uncle's been a threat to somebody

for a long, long time.

Ever since, uh, he saw somethin' one night

that he wasn't supposed to. Isn't that right, sir?

You just rattlin' on to hear yourself, or what?

Well, Mister Rudensky, I don't know why

they'd wanna find you again after all these years so bad.

I really don't.

But whatever the reason is,

I think that they used your brother.

I think they killed him so that you would come back

where they could find you.

No, no, nobody'd do a thing like that.

I mean, that's not even reasonable.

That's just crazy.

Crazy idea gets reasonable when a man gets desperate enough.

Please, what are you both talking about?

Look out.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

- You alright? - Oh, yes.

- Where's your uncle? - Oh, he ran.

I mean, the second you went to the window. He just ran.

Well, Miss Rudell, it sure seems like

somebody else knew you were comin' here.

Well...

What I believe's I oughta get you home

where you'll be safe and hope we can find your uncle again.

Hey, Louis!

How're they treatin' you there, partner?

You know that, uh, that fella

that you were tellin' me about

the one in the green hat?

Do you think you'd recognize him if you saw a picture of him?

Oh, yes. Yeah, I'm sure I could.

Even without the hat.

Good, good. Why don't you go with Sergeant Broadhurst here

and look at the mug shots and...

and if you see him and you're sure that it's him,

just give us a little yell, will ya?

[instrumental music]

Most of the records are kept in that file,

but...

this drawer Kevin keeps locked.

Well, let's see what he's tryin' to hide.

Well, I think we may have to break it.

Eh, ma'am, uh,

do you mind if I give you a hand there?

Oh, that would be nice.

It would have been much easier simply to ask Kevin

for uh, these files.

I therefore conclude you don't trust him. Hm?

Just about like a wolf in a sheep pen.

Neither do I.

Uh, do you, uh, do you know when this Mister Mallory

started donating his services here?

His services?

Uh, almost a year ago.

And he was very good in handling the business details.

We were in a desperate financial situation.

And Miss Rudell? Did he know her before?

No, they began to keep company about a month after he came.

What are you looking for?

Well, here it is. There he is.

Right there in the 'S's.

Well, what's that?

Well, that's a record of a modest little contribution.

Ten thousand dollars.

Donated, it seems, just about the time

that your Mister Mallory arrived here.

Well, whatever I may conjecture about him personally,

but it was his ability

to get such contributions which saved the conservatory for us.

Mm-hmm. Well, I'm sure of that.

It also, uh, gained your trust and confidence, didn't it?

And why not?

You see, this particular patron of the arts

is a client of Mister Mallory's.

A Mr. Fred R. Shultke.

And he just loves music, I'm sure of that.

He just loves it,

So?

You are intimating perhaps, that it was planned

by someone for Kevin to wheedle his way into our lives

by saving our bacon,

I believe it's called?

You know, ma'am, uh, for an aristocratic lady,

you are possessed

of a disturbingly devious mind.

In other words, we understand each other perfectly.

There you go.

[instrumental music]

[laughs]

Freddy, honey?

Your Fauntleroy friend got a problem being with the ladies?

Hey, kid. Come on.

I set up this little party for relaxing.

Come over and have a drink with Laura.

- She likes you. - Loretta.

Loretta likes you.

You like him, right?

Good-lookin'?

Clean-cut? Right?

Yeah, he's really exciting company for me.

Aw, now don't be shy, little fella.

We're not going to hurt you.

Look, Fred, it isn't that I--

I said have a drink.

Don't take it so hard, silver spoon.

My lawyer, Phi Beta Kappa,

all the right social circles.

All that spiffy stuff money just can't buy.

Ain't that right, silver spoon?

[laughs] He loves me.

You'd think he'd resent gettin' ordered around

by a slob that never made it even to high school.

But he loves me. He adores me.

Okay, okay.

Ladies, you'll excuse us now, will you?

We'll get together later, maybe, huh?

Hey! What is that?

Go on, go on.

Well, I must say!

[indistinct chatter]

Listen, Mr. Shultke--

I said take a hike.

Oh, some friend you picked!

Kevin, you've got to learn how to take a punch.

Well, what do we do about Rudensky?

Now, he must know that it was, it was your man

that tried to nail him.

Oh, that's it, huh?

Well, sure he knows.

Just like he knows that the next time we will get him.

Alright, then what if he goes to the police?

You think you're gonna make harbor commissioner then?

You think I'll be practicin' law?

Fred, the guy is out there roamin' around

in eleven million people!

How do we find him?

Excuse me, Mr. Shultke.

But there's a gentleman on the telephone.

He won't tell me his name,

but he did say it was very important.

Oh, well, uh, I'll take it in here, honey.

Kevin, you're gonna have to learn how to read people

instead of books.

Hello.

Steve Rudensky?

Rudensky.

Oh, sure, sure.

Hey, how are you, Steve?

Long time, old buddy.

Alright, alright, no games.

I figured you'd be callin' sooner or later, Steve.

And I'm glad it's sooner, by the way.

Who needs more trouble, right?

Fred: Oh?

No. I don't mind at all.

Perfectly reasonable.

Steve, Steve, relax, will ya?

You got my word, Steve. Right?

Alright.

Goodbye.

Well?

What'd he say?

He says if I bring him ten thousand dollars

bring it to him personally,

he'll leave town again

and this time for good.

That's great!

I mean, it's-- it's better than another killing, right?

And what's ten thousand dollars? It's nothing!

Yes.

I killed his brother to get him back here.

I don't know how he figured that one out, but he did.

Otherwise, he'd never call me

and wanna see me personally, money or no money.

He'd be too scared.

He'd be on the first freighter to nowhere.

Then why did he call? I-- I don't follow.

Well, offhand, I'd say he now wants to kill me.

Fred, you just told me to read people.

Now this guy's been runnin' from you for years.

He wouldn't have the guts to do that.

I told you.

However, he got it, he now knows

it was us that zinged his brother.

Us?

He may still be scared, but he's never been soft.

Now, now that poor grievin',

vengeful fellow deserves the courtesy of a meeting.

Whole bunch of us came up together, you know.

Lots of memories there.

You don't mean you're gonna meet him.

Well, personally, of course, I do have

a pretty full appointment schedule.

But an old friend like Steve?

He deserves to get met.

He definitely deserves to get met.

[instrumental music]

McCloud: Now Louis Brocco is sure

that this is the man in the green hat?

McCloud, don't you ever again tell that kid

to give anybody a little yell if he finds something.

Half the riot squad came to attention

when he picked out this thing.

Do you know where the present whereabouts of this fella is?

Yeah. I see him around town.

I can pick him up anytime.

No, no. Don't do that.

Let's don't get hasty.

You see, we've got to find Steve Rudensky first.

That's number one. Right?

Well, this fella has already found him once

and he missed. Right?

So you can bet your bottom dollar

he's gonna be tryin' it again.

Right?

Well, all I'm suggestin' you do

is that you just follow along behind him

and maybe he'll lead us to Steve Rudensky.

- McCloud. - I only said maybe.

Just maybe.

Now, Joe, I know that I can depend on you.

Where are you going?

Well, I, uh, I hate to be a name-dropper,

but if Chief Clifford should ask as to my whereabouts,

uh, you can tell him I'm havin' a little tete-a-tete

with a patron of the arts.

- What? - Yes.

And I shall return anon.

Tete-a-tete?

I've got some city officials coming

with their wives.

So don't wear any risky-lookin' dress

and stay off the bourbon.

Right?

Fred, I have given cocktail parties before.

Yeah, well in these circles,

"hostess" means an entirely different thing.

So watch yourself.

Mr. Shultke, uh, Marshal Sam McCloud.

Oh, come on in, marshal.

Thank you. Thank you, ma'am.

What can I do for you, marshal?

Well, you might be of some service to me, Mr. Shultke.

You see, I'm gathering information

which might strengthen our case

against our suspect in the Paul Rudell case.

It's a young fellow by the name of, uh, Louis Brocco.

Oh, yeah. That Paul Rudell thing.

I read about it in the papers.

Did you know Mr. Rudell yourself?

- Me, personally? - Hm.

Fred: Cowboy, tell me.

Can you picture me snorin' my way

through a violin concert? Huh?

Well, I just assumed a man with your appreciation of music

might possibly know the gentleman.

Well, I appreciate music just about as much

as I appreciate your visit.

Well, according to my information,

you made a contribution of ten thousand dollars

to the Paul Rudell Conservatory of Music not too long ago.

I want that harbor commissioner job.

And since I'm not too acceptable to the so-called upper crust,

I make a few contributions here and there

to some pet snob project.

The more money they see, the more acceptable I get.

Yeah, that's, that's true, unfortunately.

A checkbook's a big lever, you betcha.

You've got it.

You know, there's one thing that's puzzlin' me, Mr. Shultke.

If you're makin' these contributions

so that you can get the harbor commissioner's job.

It's just a, it's a mystery to me why your donation

to the Conservatory of Music was anonymous.

Well, you make 'em anonymously, it leaks out anyway.

At the right time.

Makes you look more benevolent. Right?

That's quite a job, the harbor commissioner.

Especially now with the problem in narcotics traffic and all.

Look, Marshal, I don't know what's itchin' at you,

but let me set you straight.

I know the ropes and I spread some money around, sure.

But I ain't no civic leader, or no college professor

with no diagram and a bunch of theories.

I'll get that job because I know the harbor.

Every man, every plank on every dock

and every pier in this city.

When I was a kid, they called that bein' a bum.

Now they say I got practical experience.

So, if you're all through

my fiance and I would like to finish our meal.

If you don't mind.

Kevin Mallory is your lawyer, isn't that right?

What is all this?

If there is a bottom line to this,

you better get to it, buddy,

'cause cop or no cop,

I'm about ready to get up and bounce you off the wall.

Well, Mr. Shultke,

if something happens to Steve Rudensky

we're gonna have our selves a little wall-to-wall bouncin'.

Excuse me, ma'am. I apologize.

You better believe it.

[intense music]

Well...

Call if off, Fred.

It's too late.

McCloud?

Come in , McCloud.

Yeah, Joe. McCloud here.

I found green hat okay.

I tailed him to the old Lomino Warehouse

at the end of Kester.

I'm sitting here waiting, and all of a sudden

Rudensky shows up.

Well, I'm about eight blocks from there, I'm on my way.

Better stay on the radio and get us some backup help.

[instrumental music]

Schultke.

Fred Schultke.

Fred Schultke.

Up here, Rudensky.

Fred?

Are we gonna talk like we agreed, or what?

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

[music continues]

Hold it.

[gunshot]

[glass shattering]

[gunshots]

McCloud, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Let's have it.

What in blazes do you think you're tryin' to do?

I was trying to get Shultke for killing Pavel.

Paul.

If you really wanna get Shultke,

all you have to do is come in and testify against him

on that old murder charge

like you should've done a long time ago.

- I can't. - You mean you won't.

I mean, I never even saw that murder.

Shultke thought I did 'cause I was around that night.

But I swear I never even saw him do it.

I tried to get that across once,

but they put a contract out on me anyway.

So... I ran.

That complicates things.

You guys'll never nail Shultke.

He's got too much goin' for him now.

We might.

We just might.

If you're up to it.

Now look, you just go on over to the Music Conservatory,

just like you do every day.

When they get word about Rudensky's death,

well, your girlfriend's gonna get all broken up,

and you're gonna be there to console her

like a nice boyfriend should.

It'll be alright. Nothin' to worry about.

Yeah. Nothin' to worry about.

Two or three months, you blow her off,

it's all cool, everything's fine.

Oh, hiya, girls.

Room 720. I'll be right with ya.

Mix yourselves a drink, huh?

Relax, will ya? Relax.

Paul Rudell's funeral's tomorrow. You be there?

Of course I'm gonna be there.

I'm a patron of the arts.

Besides, it was a very great civic loss.

- Alright. - Hey.

If it'd been you who had to pull the trigger today on Rudensky,

would you have had the stomach to do that?

Me? I'm-- I'm your lawyer, Fred!

Oh, forget the titles, kid.

I expect to be doing a lot of things in this town.

And I want my people to be 100 percent my people,

you follow me?

I don't want ever to find out

that maybe I saddled myself with a weakie.

Think about it, kid.

[instrumental music]

Mister Mallory?

In here, please.

Kevin, this is my uncle, Stephen Rudensky.

Your-- your uncle?

How are you, sir?

Not so good.

I got shot at a while ago.

Shot at?

Kevin, we need your help.

Desperately.

My help?

What's going on? I...

If you're shot at, shouldn't you report it

to the police, or something?

He-- he can't.

I-- I mean, the police might question him--

The police?

Well, what's he done?

I mean, speaking as an attorney, I--

Now, listen.

Stefan must leave the country immediately.

He needs money and papers.

If I had that, I got a contact could get me

on a boat leaving for Brazil in a couple of hours.

Please, Kevin, can't you help him?

You must know someone.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I know somebody, but...

I mean, you're askin' a lot.

Yes, I know.

Yeah, alright.

[sighs]

Hello, this is, this is Mister Mallory.

Is he in?

[sighs]

Now, I can't promise anything.

Yes?

Yeah, hello.

What's up?

Well, I've got a-- got a rather special client here.

He needs a passport.

What? What're you talkin' about:

Well, he's a... he's a relative

of a girl I know

and he needs to get out of the country fast.

Rudensky. He's with you?

Right. Yeah.

And I need it as soon as possible.

Okay, kid, you know what needs to be done.

Well, that-- that sounds kinda steep.

I said do it.

Get him out to that old factory in Long Island if you can.

and do it there, but do it.

Right.

Okay.

There's a place, he'll meet us there.

Hey, you were involved in a shooting.

Do you have a gun?

Well, I'll need to dispose of it.

Be careful. It's still loaded.

Kevin, thank you.

Yes, I thought we could count on you.

My car is outside.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Where's this guy supposed to meet us?

What's goin' on?

Well, you're...

dangerous, Rudensky.

Dangerous.

Yeah, I must be.

Your hand's shaking.

Come on, boy!

If you're gonna use it, use it.

Shoot, you dishrag.

[clicks]

You, you no-good...

[dramatic music]

[engine rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[crates bursting]

[siren wailing]

[music continues]

[tires screeching]

[horns honking]

[hubcap rattles]

[bell tolls]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[sirens wailing]

Alright.

That's enough.

No more.

I'd say that you were one lucky fella

dependin' upon how much you know about Fred Shultke

and how much you're willin' to help us to prove.

[instrumental music]

[speaking in foreign language]

[dramatic music]

You're under arrest.

I'm advising you that you have the right to remain silent.

- You have the right to consul-- - I don't need all that.

I wanna see my lawyer.

You will. We got him too.

[instrumental music]

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[theme music]