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You know, uh, Charlie,

I got a-- I got a little bit of a problem

I thought maybe that you might be able to help me out with.

Oh?

Yeah, it's, uh, it's that basketball game

that's on the TV tonight.

- You know, the playoffs. - No.

You don't know that the playoffs are on tonight?

- No. - Huh!

Oh, I forgot, you don't like basketball, do you?

No.

Well, that might be some help to me.

Actually you see, see, Chris invited me over tonight

to watch the game on TV, she's gonna have a...

a kind of a special evening out of it.

Bit soft music, candle light, some home-cooked meal.

Just one of those cozy, once-in-a-lifetime evenings.

You know what I mean. Hm?

See, my problem is that...

they didn't tell me until this morning

that I'm gonna have to work tonight

Now, Sam, you forget it.

Tonight is a hot bath and early to bed.

Well, no, I wouldn't ask anybody to do it, Charlie,

it, just, uh, except for Chris, you know.

And then of course I remembered that, uh,

I filled in for you at that PTA lecture some months ago.

Now th-- that's unfair, Sam. Real unfair.

So, I just thought maybe we could switch shifts, you know?

No, no kidding, i-- is that what you thought?

Mm-hm.

You sure you don't mind?

Charlie, you're a friend indeed.

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Hi, Joe.

Charlie, how come I'm picking you up for duty tonight?

Oh, I don't mind.

McCloud wanted to see the basketball game.

He'll work my shift tomorrow, I'll sleep in, no big deal.

Hey, I heard about Carol, congratulations.

How about that, huh, Joe?

I don't even know how to tell ya.

There she is, 23 years-old,

second lead in a Broadway musical.

Fixing up her own apartment.

Oh, the kid's floatin' on air.

Dreams come true.

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[glass shattering]

[alarm ringing]

[intense music]

Man on radio: Store alarm at 2-4-1-4 Broxton.

Attention all units vicinity.

- Hey, that's right behind us. - Yeah, let's go.

[alarm ringing]

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[explosion]

[gunshot]

[siren wailing]

Take care of him! Ring off the area!

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[gunshot]

[indistinct radio chatter]

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Man: Hold it!

Right there, buddy.

Uh, I beg your pardon?

Man on TV: What a ball game, ladies and gentlemen.

The Lakers entered the front court,

they're tied at 92 with the Milwaukee Bucks.

Into the corner goes the ball to Jimmy McMillan.

The first year man from Columbia brings it out

and bring it to Keith Ericson...

McCloud: Oh! Hey, did you see that, Chris, huh?

The way they're set to pick from the high opposes.

Did you see that one, huh?

- No. - Man, they are quick.

They are really quick. They're gonna fast break 'em to death.

- Look at that! Look at that! - Sam!

- Your pants are on fire. - Yeah, you betcha, yeah.

Yeah, just as soon as the quarter is over.

Man on TV: In this great playoff game...

Oh, he is strong, the way he's hittin' the boards tonight--

- Sam. - It's that quick release...

- Sam! - Which makes that fast break.

Sam!

You understand about fast break, Chris?

Would you like some more wine?

Remind me to show you how that works sometime.

Would you like it in or out of the bottle?

Man on TV: Now he sees an open forward, Happy Harrison.

Hittin' it with a pass, Harrison puts it up...

Fantastic! Just fantastic!

A fantastic quarter.

Chris, would you...

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Chris?

Chris?

- Where've you been? - Uh, Connecticut.

Hello.

Yes.

Uh, a part of him is definitely here.

Just a moment, please.

Thank you.

Yeah, McCloud.

Sorry to bother you there, McCloud,

but I thought you'd wanna know.

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Really?

How?

[TV switched off]

Thanks, Joe.

Chris: Sam, what is it?

Well, I asked, uh...

I asked Charlie Harrington to take my shift tonight

so we could watch the ball game.

He answered a call with Joe, and he's, uh,

he's badly hurt.

Oh, no!

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Woman on PA: Dr. Williams, call the pharmacy, please.

Dr. Williams.

Woman on PA: Dr. Virgil, call your office, please.

Dr. Virgil.

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[sighs] Carol...

your father...

Carol, come with me.

We got a suspect in custody, for what that's worth.

Excuse me, who's to take care of the gentleman's effects?

I'll have somebody pick 'em up tomorrow.

I'm sorry, sir, there's a rule.

- The effects must be claimed-- - I'll pick 'em up.

- Thank you, sir. - Be there in a minute.

McCloud, I can't think of a single career cop

who hasn't traded shifts, one time or another.

Alright, could've been you.

You're probably thinking it should've been you.

That's right.

That's what I am thinkin', it should've been me.

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Man, I can't believe it.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

You know, Charlie Harrington

lived here three years.

Never signed a lease.

Three years, never even asked him for a lease.

Man, I can't believe it.

I'm tellin' you, I saw him this afternoon.

Right this afternoon, right out there on the stoop.

Yeah, well, I'm much obliged to you.

Hey, officer, tell me somethin'.

Charlie had a desk job, he said.

Sittin' behind a desk all day, pushin' papers around.

So how come he got shot?

I mean, night duty like that,

out on the streets and everything.

What happened?

He was doin' a favor for a friend.

Oh! Oh!

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passing through the neighborhood.

Not running, just jogging.

I believe in physical exercise.

I happen to be in superb physical condition.

- I jog twice a day. - Fine.

But two minutes ago

you said you were looking at buildings

for a painting you had in mind.

Well, uh, both, you see,

I happen to be a very fine painter--

You do sculpture, you said, not painting.

Look, I paint and I sculpt.

And sometimes in the evenings when I'm out jogging

I happened to come across somethings that I,

I might like to paint.

Well, uh, gentlemen, we have been over this ground before.

Mr. Franco has answered your questions

willingly and truthfully.

I suggest now, however--

You've made your point, Mr. Partridge.

- Okay, Joe. - Now, just a minute, Joe.

Chief, you mind if I ask this fella a couple of questions?

- And who is this? - The interrogation's over--

I just wanna hear it from him myself.

Captain Clifford, this wouldn't happen to be

your new superior, would it?

This gentleman, Mr. Partridge, is a police officer.

And this gentleman just might be a killer

so, don't-- don't get smart in here--

Now, you haven't got enough to hold

my client on and you know it.

Why don't you just start your story from the beginning.

Look, what's the matter... I just gave my statement--

- Then give it again! - McCloud, that's enough.

- I wanna question the witness. - McCloud!

Who is this cow, this clown? Cowboy!

Now, whoever this man is, captain, I--

Good day, Mr. Partridge.

Sorry, chief, I apologize.

You okay?

Where were you all night?

Uh, walking around.

Well, you better get home then and get some sleep.

Gotta work Charlie Harrington's shift.

["Another Way" by Dennis Weaver]

♪ I want some earth beneath my boots again ♪

♪ I wanna get back to my roots again ♪

♪ Like where I can feel the sun for 14 hours a day ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Buildings blockin' every view ♪

♪ And never ever bothered you

♪ But I just wanna leave another way ♪

♪ You say excitement can be always found ♪

♪ With lots of people all around ♪

♪ 'Cause someone's always there for them ♪

♪ A game you wanna play

♪ Well all I can say is thank you ♪

♪ For inviting me to join you

♪ But I want to live my life

♪ Another way

Dennis: I wanna be where the quiet voices are.

Where it seems the simpler choices are.

Back where I can be meet my friends

with nothin' much to say.

You know, I've been in some noisy crowds tonight

I guess I could talk just about love to next fellow,

but I just want to talk another way.

So, if you're asking my to never leave a place

where people only breath air

that's guaranteed to turn their lungs a little gray.

[chuckles]

Well, all I can say is,

thank you for inviting me to join you.

But I just want to live my life another way.

Thank you, partner.

♪ I wanna walk a slower pace again ♪

♪ And give my head a little space again ♪

♪ Feel my face a tinglin'

♪ From the hot wind off the clay ♪

♪ I've tried takin' several strolls ♪

♪ With several million other souls ♪

♪ But I just like to walk another way ♪

♪ So if you're asking me to make a trade ♪

♪ And take my place in your parade ♪

♪ Helpin' you to beat your drum ♪

♪ And shout your big hurray

♪ Well all I can say is thank you ♪

♪ For inviting me to join you

♪ But I wanna live my life

♪ I've always lived my life

♪ Another way ♪

Got a minute, chief?

Yeah, what can I do for you, marshal?

Uh...

Had to let that suspect Franco go, huh?

The witness is vague, lab reports inconclusive.

The state of New York says it just doesn't have a case.

- At least not yet. - Yeah.

McCloud, whether it proves to be Franco or somebody else,

we will get Charlie Harrington's killer.

Anything else?

[sighs] Well, I don't know, chief.

This, uh...

This whole thing, I've, uh...

you know, I've tried to be professional

about Charlie takin' my shift,

but i-- it's been five days now

and I'm...

I'm just not sure.

You're not sure about what?

I've been meandering through my work like a lost deer.

Just... going through the motions.

I'm not doin' the job like I know that I can do it.

Well, if that's the case

I suggest you get back on your horse

and start earning your money again.

That all?

It's more than just my feeling

sad or guilty about Charlie.

It's just, uh...

[sighs]

I don't know, I think that,

I think maybe...

something's gone out of me for workin' here in the city.

Joe: McCloud.

You got some fan mail.

Well, I doubt that.

Hey, what're you doin'?

Little vacation.

Meaning what?

I just thought I'd get the responsibility off my back

and, uh, guns and...

What is it?

"Your friend was chosen."

"Your friend was chosen target.

His death planned."

It's gotta be one of those crank letters, we get 'em every day,

comin' and goin'.

Well, this one was addressed directly to me.

Why to me?

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- So? - It's strange, that's all.

One of Harrington's case files is missing.

Maybe it's over in central files.

No, it's not, I checked.

I checked the copying department,

I checked steno pool.

I even checked Charlie Harrington's apartment.

It's gone.

Harrington's entire file

on his investigation of Malcolm Garnett is gone.

Could be a coincidence.

[sighs]

Joe, you really think so? Hm?

Charlie investigates a big Broadway producer

the case is closed

and two weeks later that same producer

gives Charlie's daughter

her first big break on Broadway.

You think that's a-- a coincidence?

Okay. What if it's true that Charlie made a deal

with this Garnett, and removed his file?

And that's a big if, McCloud.

How do we prove it now?

All we wind up doing is smearing Charlie's name

and what good will that do? The man's dead. Let him rest.

Joe, I'm not trying to prove that Charlie did anything wrong.

All I'm saying is that there might be a connection

between that missing file and Charlie's murder. That's all.

Aw, now don't you think you're reaching just a lil' bit?

Well, maybe I am.

But maybe I should reach.

See you, Joe.

I knew Charlie Harrington a lot of years.

And he wouldn't known how to be dishonest.

Maybe not.

You know, a man is not dishonest by nature,

but sometimes circumstances make him that way.

And-- and Carol would never take a part in a play

under those conditions.

What, knowing that her father had gotten her the play

by conniving with the producer?

Well, of course not, I mean, he's not gonna tell her,

she's not gonna know about it.

He's not gonna say, "Look, Carol,

you got a part in a big Broadway musical,

but you only got it because I blackmailed the producer."

He's not gonna say that, she's not gonna know about it.

Now, she's a very talented young lady, but...

what kind of experience has she had which would qualify her

for that kind of a role?

Nothing professional.

But she's had acting lessons,

singing, dancing lessons.

Acting lessons, singing lessons, dancing lessons.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

There's no producer that's gonna risk a Broadway musical

on that kind of experience, is there?

Well, maybe you're right, Sam. I don't know.

But, i-- in any case, you think someone

really planned to kill Charlie?

[sighs]

Well, I know one thing, I'm gonna find out.

I'm gonna talk to Carol.

Now, Sam, wait a minute.

Now, you know what Carol's been through,

but do you really think talking to her is right?

- Why, it seems to me-- - Chris, I-- I...

I don't care how it seems.

I've got to find out the truth.

I've got to.

I'll talk to you later.

Can you tell me where the stage door is?

- Uh, it's right back there. - Obliged.

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♪ When the American eagle starts to fly ♪

♪ All the Nazis will soon be dead ♪

♪ When the eagle spreads its wings to the sky ♪

♪ Watch out below there's a bird overhead ♪

♪ We will fight on the land and sea and air ♪

♪ With pride and fight as our guide ♪

♪ If they take to sky the eagle will be there ♪

♪ 'Cause God is on our side

♪ When the American eagle starts to fly ♪

♪ Every nip will pay Uncle Sam ♪

♪ They will learn that eagles do it or die ♪

♪ When they let go every nip better scram ♪

♪ If Hitler and JoJo get in the way ♪

♪ The eagle will tear 'em to bits ♪

♪ They'll be sorry for messing with the USA ♪

♪ With the eagle hits ♪

[drum music]

Okay, kids, now that we've got the American eagle flying

let's send these boys out with a song in their heart.

Now, kids, let's give another cheer

for our brave boys that are already over there

fighting for this great country of ours.

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♪ Boogie woogie GI Joe hurry home to me ♪

♪ Do-do-doo-do

♪ I'll be waiting patiently beneath the apple tree ♪

♪ Do-do-doo-do

♪ I know you gotta roam

♪ But there's no love no no till my baby comes home ♪

♪ I'll be oh so lonely

♪ Just me me and the telephone ♪

♪ 'Cause you're my one and only ♪

[indistinct singing]

♪ Boogie woogie GI Joe hurry home to me ♪

♪ We're gonna miss our little state side chicks ♪

♪ I know Uncle Sam needs you far across the sea ♪

♪ We'd love the leave here but the sarg says nix ♪

♪ You know we gotta roam

♪ Well alright but there's no love no no ♪

♪ Until my baby come home

♪ Now it's bye-bye baby so long ♪

[indistinct singing]

♪ And I don't mean maybe

♪ We'll be back before the senior prom ♪

♪ But now your boogie woogie GI Joe ♪

♪ Is shovin' off tonight

♪ So give your pin-up girl a great big hug ♪

♪ And while your GI Joe is gone don't forget to write ♪

♪ And don't forget the way we had our run ♪

♪ I won't ever regret ♪ Well alright

♪ All though my victory card maybe override ♪

♪ While we keep our country free ♪

♪ My love will wait impatiently ♪

♪ But I will be nice and keep it on ice ♪

♪ Hubba hubba save your love for me ♪

♪ So make a three day pass at me ♪♪

Garnett: Wrong!

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

This is nostalgia, not parody,

it's not burlesque, not camp.

It's whimsy.

You people obviously do not understand

what we're portraying here.

These are the frolicking forties!

Simple years, clean years.

World War II. A war with a heart!

A war that everybody could understand!

This was a war you came out of the theater whistling from!

[snap fingers]

What is this, an amateur show?

What am I running here?

How did you ever get into show business, you kids?

What're you, dummies or something?

You know the idea of this number or don't you know the idea?

America was clean and unpolluted.

We were wonderful! Everybody liked us then.

And that's what the public wants to see again.

Not drugs and long hair and beads.

They want short hair, zoot suits with the reet pleats,

clean young people, styling.

What I'm saying is to make this look sincere

and make it look simple.

Mr. Garnett...

Don't you worry, Carol. It wasn't your fault.

- You were fine. - We've been at this for hours.

We're all little tired, really.

Why don't you take a break, huh?

While I, uh, talk over with my

sabotage group here. Go ahead.

Go on.

Now, for the rest of ya...

Stop talking to each other when I'm speaking.

- Carol. - Hi.

Hey, how about you...

Little bit of alright up there.

Just shining like a new saddle.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Look, I don't wanna disturb the peace and quiet here,

but is there some place we could have a cup o coffee?

Yeah, there's coffee in the lobby.

Mm-hm.

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- How you doin'? - Oh, fine.

Rehearsals aren't really pulled together yet

and I'm a little nervous, but...

Well, I guess what I'm saying is that

I'm keeping busy. That's about it.

Well, I'm sorry to, uh, to bother you right now, Carol,

but, uh...

I just, I felt like it was important.

It sounds like it's becoming an official visit.

A lot of it is personal.

What is it?

[sighs]

Well, Carol...

You know, if I seem like that I'm, I'm havin' a little

tough time gettin' to it, it's just because that...

I don't want things to go down the wrong way.

But I suppose there's no way to avoid it.

What is it, Sam?

Well, first of all...

I got this note.

I don't understand.

Well, your dad...

few weeks ago, headed up an investigation

of your producer, Mr. Garnett. Did you know that?

No.

Yeah, well, he did.

And the widow of the man who financed

his last couple of plays claimed that

Mr. Garnett had defrauded her husband

out of a tidy sum of money.

Two million dollars to be exact.

You didn't know that either, huh?

What're you really trying to say to me?

[sighs] Well, it's not easy, Carol.

But it's not easy to ignore it either.

You see, all of a sudden y-- your dad

closed the investigation on Mr. Garnett

and then a couple of weeks later you were hired

for his new musical, now that seems like

just a little bit more than a coincidence.

My father wouldn't do anything like that,

you ought to know that better than anybody.

Yes, but on top of it...

his file, his police file on Mr. Garnett is missing.

It's gone.

But I auditioned, there were dozens of girls.

Carol, if you could just help me to find that file,

if you had any idea where it might be.

I don't know about any file,

I don't believe any of this anyway.

Listen, Carol, this is important.

Now, your father might've been murdered

because of the evidence in that file.

Why don't you just let me alone?

Oh, this is a closed rehearsal.

I'm sorry, my name is McCloud,

I'm US marshal with the New York police department.

I came to see Miss Harrington.

Hey, what's goin' on here?

Sorry for the disturbance, but like I told this gentleman,

I came to see Miss Harrington.

Oh, yeah. Well, you already have,

I don't know what you did, buddy, but she's in tears

and she's headed for her dressing room.

I'm sorry, I'll talk to her later.

Hey, wait just a minute.

Who are you anyway, what do you want with her?

- My name's McCloud. - He's a police officer.

- Oh? - I was a friend of her fathers.

A good friend.

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What do you think?

I don't know. Yet.

[knocking on door]

Garnett: Carol. It's Garnett, I'd like to talk to you.

Come in.

Carol, I... I've been worried about you.

I'm alright, really.

Really?

That man...

Did he, uh, do something to upset you?

He worked with my father, we were just talking about it.

[chuckles] I understand.

Well, it takes time, that's all.

Why don't you go home and get some rest, huh?

- Hm? - That's a good idea.

You call me if you need anything, okay?

Right.

He said you were blackmailed into using me in this part.

He told you?

McCloud, that man.

[chuckles]

Really, Carol.

I think you know me better than that.

You don't think for one moment I would--

He said that that's the only reason I got this part.

- Is that true? - Carol!

I understand that you're under a strain,

but you mustn't even think of such a thing.

You're in this show because you're the best.

Remember that, you're the best.

Now, with what you've gone through,

all kinds of questions are gonna come into your mind.

You know, self-doubts.

Believe me, I know how it works,

I've been in the business a long time.

So, honey,

for my sake, for your sake...

please go home and get some rest, huh?

Block all of this out of your mind,

concentrate on your work, that's the most important thing

you have to do right now.

Don't destroy it.

You're probably right.

I mean it.

If you need anything, honey, you, you call me?

Okay.

[indistinct singing]

♪ Boogie woogie GI Joe hurry home... ♪♪

Okay, okay.

It's been a very rough morning.

Everybody take an hour for lunch.

Come on, move!

- What was that cop doin' here? - Who knows, forget it.

- Forget it? - Yeah, forget it.

Look, I've got my neck in you noose, Mr. Garnett.

I can take care of both our necks,

I just sent Carol home.

I want you to keep an eye on her.

Go on.

Yes, sir.

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Well...

that was some leave of absence.

About 12 minutes.

Yeah, well, I just dropped by to do a little perusing, Joe.

A little what?

You know the suspect that we had to let go, uh,

Julian Franco, the one that like to jog and paint pictures?

Well, that lawyer of his was a kind of

high-powered looking fellow, wasn't he?

Partridge, yeah.

High-powered with prices to match.

Partridge, Partridge and Partridge.

Yeah, well, it was the prices that match

that got me to thinkin', you know

that's a lot of representation for a...

a starving artist, with a cold-water flat address,

don't you think? Hm?

So, what're you doin'? Whose file it that?

This is the file, it's a complaint file

by Mrs. Louise Blanchard.

Represented by Partridge, Partridge and Partridge.

Put that back in the records drawer for me, will you, Joe?

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Smight: This way, sir.

Marshal McCloud, madam.

How do you do, marshal?

That'll be all, Smight.

Uh...

I can come back another time.

At first blush, I'd say you could, too.

- How about a drink? - Not on duty, ma'am.

No, thank you.

Well, would you care for a steam?

Uh... [chuckles] Well, no, I, uh...

I think I can get along without it.

Oh, oh, I have some champagne over there

it should be chilled by now.

W-- would you mind?

Uh... No, no.

Heck, it'd, it'd be my pleasure.

Smight said a-- a police officer.

That usually means narrow lapels and a tick-tock little mind

and six kids over in Yonkers somewhere.

You're obviously not from Yonkers.

How about the six kids?

[whistles]

Boy, that's, that's got a kick like a mule.

No, I, uh...

I trained and nursed about that many quarter horses at one time,

that's the extent of it.

How nice.

I can ask my next question with happy anticipation.

What can I do for you, sheriff?

U-- um...

I'd ask you to unlock the cabinet,

but that might take us a bit away

from business, mightn't it? [chuckles]

Will you just bring the glass over here, I'll sip from it.

If you'd be kind enough.

Betcha. My pleasure.

There you go.

You know, Mrs. Blanchard, you filed a complaint

some months ago...

- Louise. - Yeah, Louise.

...i-- in which you stated

that you suspected that your late husband

had been defrauded by a Mr. Malcolm Garnett.

I am a rather dominating person, marshal.

I spent several blissfully happy years

browbeating my poor little dishrag of a husband

into a state of babbling ignominity. Hm.

Hm.

Then, oh, about a year before his second heart attack,

Malcolm Garnett showed him a couple of leggy chorus girls.

Poor little thing,

he began salivating all over the furniture,

and, poof, the next thing I knew,

my dishrag slithered out from under

and began backing Broadway shows.

Lots of of chorus girls in Broadway shows.

That's enough.

Then, when Dishrag had heart attack number five,

due, I am sure, to overexertion,

an audit of the books showed that I inherited

an estate worth two million dollars

less than it ought to be worth.

Malcolm Garnett had wrung my dishrag dry.

Smight!

Well, Mrs. Blanchard, uh...

Oh, as a matter of fact, I read somewhere

that the detective who investigated Garnett

had got himself killed.

Yes, that, uh, that was Charlie Harrington.

Oh, well, I, I called him a few names

when he came up empty on Garnett.

But I was genuinely horrified

to hear about his death like that.

Smight!

Mrs. Blanchard, I came to tell you

that, uh, we are re-opening the case on Mr. Garnett.

- Oh, get me out of this thing. - Yes, madam.

Well, I certainly am relieved to hear that.

Yeah, well, uh...

As a matter of fact, we, uh...

we feel that there is some evidence

of Mr. Garnett's lying around, it, uh,

could prove your case, if...

if we could just find it.

Well, well, well!

And what triggered this sudden turnabout?

Well, Mrs. Blanchard, I, uh...

I gotta, I gotta hand it to you.

How to, how to spend money when you got it.

The gift of knowing how to live.

How to enjoy it while you got it, you know what I mean?

You know, you remind me of a lady that I knew

down in Taos, uh, Taos, New Mexico.

And, now, don't take this the wrong way, but, uh,

you know, she was...

she was some kind of a thrill till they ran her out of town.

[chuckles]

She had a, she had a diamond-studded garter

that she wore at all sporting events.

Don't you think that didn't create some kind of a stir?

Oh, I tell you, she had the gift, alright.

Just like yourself.

That'll do, Smight.

You mean you don't resent it? Just a bit?

A lazy, filthy-rich widow,

wallowing in the good life while the honest toilers toil?

Oh, no, no, that's, uh...

Look...

bein' one who has, uh, had more than his share of...

of that honest toil, I'm here to tell you

that there ain't much to it, except the toil.

No, all this, and I think it's great.

You get a good horse, ride him double.

Well, then you can understand my need

for that two million dollars.

Well, of course I can. You betcha.

And if we get that evidence

and it shows us what we think it'll show us,

you're gonna get your two million dollars,

and Mr. Garnett's gonna be spendin' a little time in jail.

How lovely.

Well, I think I'd best be gettin' along, I reckon.

And where do you reckon you'll best be gettin' around

early evening?

I beg your pardon?

I'm having a small knock down, drag out brawl

for a few friends that I hate.

Perhaps you'd like to mosey on over

and nibble on a few hors d'oeuvres

and mingle a while.

Well, listen, that's, that's

that's real nice of you, Louise, thank you.

Well, now as a matter of fact,

you could stay for a few hors d'oeuvres now,

if you'd like, I mean, I'm...

I'm not due for tennis until three.

And I do enjoy having a little something early in the day.

Yeah, well, uh, to tell you the truth

I, I kinda hate to risk

taking the edge off my appetite prematurely.

You know what I mean?

No, I think I'd best get back and punch the old time clock.

Honest toil, you know.

Until later, then?

I do appreciate your hospitality.

I don't like you letting him come up here like that.

And I don't like him.

Well, you should.

It's he who's going to help mommy get back

that nice warm

two million dollars she needs.

Mommy does needs the money, you know.

She has lots of expenses.

Louise...

how would you like me to paint you now?

Right now.

I feel it.

What about you?

- Right now? - Hm!

All in...

purples.

In waving,

folding purples.

[sighs] We did purple last week, love.

Oh, Julian.

I've got to get dressed now.

Now, be a pet. Hm?

You weren't any too anxious to get dressed when he was here.

Oh, now, Julian, I'm in no mood

for any of your juvenile delinquencies.

Please leave.

Not just yet.

I beg your pardon?

[scoffs] Well, you seem to think that you can just dismiss me

anytime you feel like it.

I know exactly what I can do with you, my darling.

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[chuckles]

Sam, I don't understand what's come over you lately.

Nothing's come over me, it's just that, uh,

things are beginning to come together, that's all.

Well, the way you left here this morning I wasn't sure.

How's that?

Just got to do a little probing of my own.

Look, w-- what I'm trying to say is that,

that you haven't been acting like yourself lately.

- How's that? - Well, running after Carol.

And talking about planned murders.

I-- it's not like you t-- to jump at assumptions like that.

Now, wait, just hold on a minute, now, just...

just hold it.

I'll admit that maybe I was a little bit edgy,

but, uh, I got some information that might be pretty important.

Like what? A crank letter?

Alright, l-- let's take th-- that crank letter,

just for a minute.

What if somebody sent me that letter

so that I'd get to pokin' around and dig up this deal

between Charlie and Garnett?

Yo-- yo-- you think Garnett killed Charlie.

No, no, I don't think that at all.

Because Garnett was paid off with that blackmail

when he gave Carol the job,

but what if somebody wanted me to think

that Garnet killed Charlie?

Like who?

Louise Blanchard, maybe.

Why her?

Well, for two reasons.

First of all

her very own lawyers were the very same ones

that represented the suspect, Julian Franco.

Now, he didn't have any money, he couldn't afford 'em.

So there must be a connection there, some place.

And secondly, she was the only one

that could've benefited from sending me that note.

And she sent it direct to me because she knew

that I would start pokin' around where we hadn't been pokin'.

Franco must've told her how,

how personal I took Charlie's death.

Sam, uh, don't take this the wrong way, but...

But what?

Well...

Now, you...

you traded shifts with, with a man

and he got killed.

A senseless death.

Now, you've blamed yourself for that, and..

till the crank letter came, and...

Go on.

Well, I-- I don't know how to put it!

I-- I don't...

like to see you castigating yourself,

but I, I just...

Well, I-- I don't wanna sit here and listen to you

delude yourself either.

Look, Chris, if you got something to say, just say it.

Straight and flat.

Alright.

I think that you're looking for a murderer

so you don't have to feel like one.

You do, huh?

Well, maybe you're right.

But you're not.

If I'm reaching for something it's because something is there.

I know it.

Good.

Now...

why would a woman in Mrs. Blanchard's position

go so far as to kill for money?

I don't know, but I think I know where I can find out.

Where?

Over cocktails.

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[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

- Well! I feel safer now. - Well, thank you.

You know, I kept thinking about those hors d'oeuvres

that you offered so much, I never did get around

to that honest toil we were talking about.

[chuckles]

Dereliction of duty. Excuse me.

My second favorite sport.

Well, come have on in and have a drink.

And don't talk to any other women.

Well, I don't know that I'd know what to say to 'em anyway.

They look like they're a little outta my league.

- Does that bother you? - On my salary, yeah.

[chuckles] Cute.

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- Harrington. - Charles W.

- Your husband? - My father.

I think he had some things stored here,

and I'm not sure if he ever got around to taking them all out.

Yeah, here we are.

Yeah, he's still got some, uh, some office supplies

stored here, uh, desk, file cabinet.

See? It's bin number 3047.

Could I see them, please?

I mean, I may want to take them out and pay the bill.

Sure. This way please.

Mr. Garnett, please. And hurry it up.

Garnett. Go ahead.

Yeah, I followed her to a storage warehouse.

She's in there now.

That could be where her father stashed my account book.

I can go in there and find out quick enough.

Wait a little while.

See what she comes out with.

But if she does find that book, you get it, you understand?

I don't care how you get it. Just get it!

Yes, sir.

Dirty Dave's unusual daughter.

And all night long, half the next day

she had us pinned down.

I mean, she was lookin' right down

the sites of her Winchester.

Anybody else for a refill?

Every time we'd stick our heads up

she'd pop off a shot at us.

And hot! Oh!

Hot as a 118 degree, just hotter than a polar bear at a cook out.

And this deputy that I had, unbeknownst to me...

- Louise, dear. - Hello, Evelyn.

How nice to see you still on your feet.

Well, you see, this, uh, this deputy, uh,

he hadn't, he hadn't been with me very long.

Who's the new conversation piece?

His name is Sam.

He's not in oil, and if I catch you anywhere near him,

I re-arrange your bridgework.

[chuckling]

Oh, Georgio. How nice to see you again!

That was the last I ever saw of Dirty Dave's unusual daughter.

Or my deputy, just, uh...

two little hollowed out places in the sand, that's all.

[laughing]

Excuse me, would you?

Well, this is, uh, this is quite a spread.

Louise is famous for her spread, mister, uh...

I don't think I caught your name.

McCloud.

Marshal Sam McCloud.

- Evelyn Rhineheart. - Hm!

Nice knowin' you, ma'am.

You, um, good friend of Mrs. Blanchard are you?

[chuckling] We were until this minute.

She's, um, some kind of woman.

- How well do you know her? - Oh, not well, no.

I just met her.

I mean, she...she's just well fixed.

All that glitters is not gold, marshal.

Well, with a butler and a house

I mean, her husband must've left her a nice piece of coin.

She'd like people to think that, yes.

I beg your pardon?

Well, as her oldest and dearest friend,

I shouldn't knock her little efforts to keep up appearances.

But, um, between you and me, Sam,

I think you could do quite a bit better.

Really?

She barely has a dime.

Sure can't tell a book by its cover, can you?

- Hello. - Hello, Chris, this is Carol.

I'm trying to reach Sam McCloud. Is he there?

Uh, no, uh... I-- is something wrong?

If you reach him just tell him that

what he said about my father and Mr. Garnett is true.

I found Mr. Garnett's private account book.

And, uh... in my father's storage locker,

and it's all true.

Carol, where are you?

W-- well, now, st-- stay right there, I'll, uh...

I'll call Sam and-- and we'll come pick you up.

Uh, now stay right there, Carol.

Would you hurry, please?

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[telephone ringing]

Blanchard residence.

- Who, madam? - McCloud.

Marshal Sam McCloud.

Oh, yes, would you hold on a moment please.

Who's the call for?

The gentleman in the cowboy boots, madam.

Now, tell them he's not here, take a, a message or something.

Yes, madam.

I'm sorry I-- I can't find McCloud.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, I'll try and give him that message.

Having a good time, you two?

My, my, aren't we possessive this evening?

Oh, don't be bitter, darling, it brings out your wrinkles.

[chuckling]

Sam, would you care to meet some of our single guests?

[indistinct chatter]

Health food!

Believe me, it's the health food!

They'd given up on me entirely.

But my angel of a wife here... And she is an angel!

Every day she makes me ride an exercise bike.

Pump hard, she says. Pump hard.

Every day! I feel like a kid again.

Right, Susan?

Leonard is everything I've always wanted in a man.

Well, that's, that's, that's marvelous.

Good luck to you, sir. Oh, excuse me.

An-- and good luck to you.

You're very wise to wear that little shawl in here.

It's very cold.

You feel the chill, don't you?

Police officer on the telephone for you, sir.

Thank you. Thank you. McCloud here.

This is Joe.

A call came in from the super at Carol Harrington's building.

Somebody broke into her apartment.

We detailed a unit over there and they just reported in.

They say it looks like somebody

went through the place with a plow.

Were they looking for the evidence?

- What? - Oh, never mind.

- Is Carol there? - Nobody's seen her.

We called the theater and the stage manager says

she missed rehearsal.

I figured I'd better let you know.

Well, thanks, Joe, I appreciate it.

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me, sir. - Yes, sir.

Did I get another telephone call a whole ago?

- Uh... - Now, look.

This is police business, if I got another telephone call

you better lay it on me.

Yes, sir, I believe there was a call.

- We did look for you, sir. - Well, who was it from?

- Um... - Miss Coughlin?

Chris Coughlin?

Yes, I believe that was the name, sir..

Well, what'd she want?

She asked, could you possibly join her

at Wilkerson's Moving and Storage Company, sir.

Wilkerson Moving and Storage Company?

Uh, to retrieve an article that had been left there,

I think she said, sir.

Thanks for your help.

- Where are you going? - I'm sorry, Louise.

I got a telephone call, I'm gonna have to leave.

- Excuse me. - I'll expect you back?

- What time is the party over? - Ours or theirs?

I'll be back.

[instrumental music]

Yeah, she's right around there.

Thank you.

[siren wailing]

I found this in some of dad's things.

I wish I hadn't.

Chris, run!

[dramatic music]

Chris!

[music continues]

[siren wailing]

[intense music]

[music continues]

Hold it right there.

[breathing heavily]

- Are you alright, Chris? - I'm alright, get the book.

[engine revving]

[gun firing]

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Carol, I--

I'll wait for you in Clifford's office.

Thank you.

- Are you alright, Carol? - Yes, I'm alright.

I'm, I'm sorry, I really am sorry.

Just find out who killed my father.

I can't thank you for proving that he was a bad cop.

But I will thank you for that.

Carol, whatever he did, he did only because he loved you.

Garnett: Yes, I admit it, I did send my man

to look through that girl's apartment.

Clifford: Conspiracy to commit an illegal act.

Trespass. Breaking and entering.

Alright, captain, I told you, I admit it.

Did you hear me? I told you!

And assault against Ms. Coughlin.

All this without even mentioning any possible

evidence we might find

in your private ledger here a fraud.

Fraud?

You may call it fraud, captain, but--

A jury probably will.

We us, we that have to dig and grovel

for every dollar so that curtain will rise opening night.

Yeah, well, that's two million dollars' worth

of digging and groveling.

Miss Coughlin, are you prepared to file an assault claim

against Mr. Garnett here, and his bodyguard?

Thomas is my secretary.

You must understand I can't be held responsible

for the actions of one of my employee's.

In fact, Thomas was irresponsible.

He's already signed a statement against you.

Irresponsible and disloyal.

I'm ready to sign.

Well and good. Okay.

I see what you're trying to do.

Trying to railroad me.

But I know this...

with all these minor little infractions you're spewing out,

I did not kill that police officer,

I was not connected with his death!

You just conspired with him to withhold the evidence

of your own felony that's all you did.

That is all I did!

I was not involved in any killing!

[chuckles] One jump ahead of you this time, eh, captain?

You certainly were.

Joe, book him.

- I'll be at your desk, McCloud. - Yeah.

All you flatfoot dummies.

You think you'll be keeping Malcolm Garnett

on some bread and water chain gang, is that what you think?

Well, I say to you that from across the world,

from every theater goer regardless of

race, creed and color,

there will arise a hue and cry--

Save it.

Just wait till my theater parties hear about this.

You know, chief, uh...

the fact that we've got Garnett and his account book here,

that's gonna be public knowledge tomorrow morning,

don't you think?

Oh, a big producer, big scandal,

big story. Why?

Well, I was just thinking, it seems to me like

we've got a better chance of, uh,

of gettin' the killer.

If we do it before word gets out

that we've got Garnett or his account book.

And you just happen to have an idea of how to get the killer?

- There you go. - You got till sun up.

[instrumental music]

[car approaching]

It's that cop!

What's he doing back here?

I'm sure I don't know, Julian.

Well, you, uh...

just get rid of him, huh?

I'm happen to be in the middle of some,

uh, very good head work here.

Well, I can't be expected to tell him that, can I?

Why don't you, um, oh, fill in the background or something

while I'm gone?

Look, Louise, I, uh...

I'm not afraid of him.

So, if he makes a pass at you, you just scream.

Loud.

Oh! Oh, I will, Julian. I will.

- You can hit the hay, Smight. - Goodnight, madam.

Well, you really did wanna come back.

I'm flattered.

I really didn't expect to be the only one that was left.

Ah, it broke up a little early tonight.

We almost lost Leonard, poor thing.

- Who? - Leonard.

The frail gentleman with the pale young silicone bride.

He almost passed away in the middle of a dirty joke.

They had to cart him off to intensive care somewhere.

Ah, sorry to hear that, that's too bad.

Well, it did put a damper on the party.

Hm?

Sam...

- What're you drinking? - Oh, nothin' tonight.

Not really, you see, I gotta keep a clear head,

I got a little figuring out to do.

Oh? Can I help?

A plan of attack, maybe.

[chuckles]

Well, that's nice of you, Louise. Really is.

You know, you were the one

that gave me this problem to begin with.

- Yeah. - Huh?

Well, I'm delighted.

Yeah...

You know, I'm gonna be honest with you.

You know what I did?

I found that account book that belonged to Mr. Garnett.

- What? - Yeah.

The one that proves that you got

two million dollars comin' to you.

- That's right. - Sam!

- That's marvelous! - Well, wait a minute now.

Just hold on a minute here, it-- it isn't, you see...

My problem is I kinda like what I've seen around here.

Now, you can live, but you got a little-- little money,

you know what I mean? Hm?

Hm!

Say, that's not half bad.

You know, Louise, it was seein' how you live

that got me to thinkin' about it.

That's right.

You're responsible, it's all your fault, really is.

- Sam. - Hm?

Do you really have that account book?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Hm.

Yeah, I've got... Oh, here it is.

See, this is a duplicate of page 22.

Now, that's in his own handwriting, right there.

You know what my problem is, really?

My problem is that I keep wondering

how much money I could make

if I would sell this back to Mr. Garnett,

instead of turnin' it over to the police.

But then on the other hand, I like you a lot.

I want you to have it.

I know it's worth two million dollars to you.

- How much? - Hm?

How much?

You mean...

how much to sell it back to you in-- instead of Mr. Garnett?

Well, I don't know, I mean...

It never occurred to me to take money from a lady.

- Oh, Sam. How much? - No!

Well, that's a, that's a, that's a tough question. That's, uh...

I sold most of my jewelry this last week.

I have fifty thousand in cash right here this minute.

In the safe.

Just fifty thousand?

Another fifty thousand when the bank opens.

That's it. That's a bargain. That's it.

You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going down

to get the book right now and be right back.

And then maybe we can, uh, bring to a lil' serious drink.

Oh, get out of here.

You're right, absolutely right. Right again.

You betcha, business first.

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- Julian. - What is it, Louise?

What's wrong?

He knows. He knows about us.

And he told me he knows about you killing

that policeman friend of his from the rooftop.

[crying] Oh, Julian.

Julian, I'm so frightened.

What are we going to do?

Well, first of all you shouldn't have let him leave.

But he says he's coming back in, in an half an hour

so, to face you. Oh, Julian, he's so jealous.

He's jealous of-- of you and me.

He said, if I don't leave you and share everything with him,

he...

Oh, Julian, tell me what to do!

Uh...

Look, I'll go down to the basement

and get one of the hunting rifles.

And when he comes back I'll be waiting for him.

Oh, no, no, Julian, you mustn't do that.

You can't take chances like that again.

- I absolutely forbid it. - Look, Louise!

Have we or have we not gone through this whole business

of you giving me orders?

Have we?

Yes, Julian.

Well, um...

when it's over...

I'll just leave

and no one will even know that I've been here.

And you'll just have shot a prowler.

That's all.

If you say so, Julian.

You just leave it to me.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[car approaching]

[music continues]

Ease that rifle down.

Ease it down.

[intense music]

- Louise. - Oh, oh!

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your relaxation.

But you know what that friend of yours did, Julian,

downstairs? He tried to shoot me, would you believe that?

- Hm? Yeah. - Julian?

Who's Julian?

You don't know him?

Well, th-- that's funny, because he claims to know you.

You know what he's doin'? He's downstairs right now

bad mouthing you something terrible to my boss.

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

You know what he said?

He said that it was you

that got him to sit on that rooftop

and kill Charlie Harrington.

He said it was you.

Maybe we better go down and straighten him out, huh?

Dumb stupid...

Hello, marshal, is this the lady of the manor?

So, you're the boss?

Joe, take her in and book her.

You look like a gentleman.

Perhaps you'd like to advise me of my legal rights

along the way.

You have the right to remain silent,

you have to right to consult an attorney,

and to have the attorney present during questioning.

Must've been quite an interesting evening, marshal.

Yeah...

Yeah, the lady threw quite a party.

Here you go, Chris.

Genuine lost prospector's stew.

Three hours of slow simmering.

And you are gonna love it.

He's supposed to be knowledgeable on that subject.

H-- how can he take a stand like that!

Chris, you're not paying attention.

I only watch this show because he annoys me so.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[sighs]

You know, you got to understand, Chris,

that this is just a, this is a secret recipe,

it's been passed down from one generation to another.

I mean, most people would think

that this is just plain old ordinary beef stew.

You know?

[indistinct chatter on TV]

The secret here, you see, is you gotta catch the lizard

at the right time of the year.

Gotta be in the winter, a winter lizard.

You see, in the winter's when they stay under the rocks

and they don't move around too much

and they get all nice and plump.

- Good, Sam. - Hm.

Now you take a summer lizard, they spend so much time

scrambling in and out of the sun,

their hind legs, they get all scrawny and raunchy

and just as tough as a boot strap,

they're no good for cookin' at all.

Oh, I-- I've never written a letter to a TV program,

but this man...

Now you wouldn't believe this, Chris,

but this lizard right there was a summer lizard.

That's right.

I knew right off the minute I bought him

that I was gonna have to tenderize him.

- You know what I did? - Hm?

I went down and I, I picked me up

about, oh, about a quarter of a pound

of-- of sliced sidewinder.

And I chopped that snake up just as fine as I could

and I just stirred it in so nice and slow...

You just had to do it to me, didn't you? Hm?

You just had to do it to me.

A man concentrates a lil' bit on a basketball game on a TV

and you're just not gonna let him forget it, right?

[laughing] Sliced sidewinder?

You heard every word I said, didn't you?

Sam McCloud, I never could take my ears off of you.

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