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(ROCK SONG PLAYING)

They always get
that carried away or...

MARLOWE: Didn't you
when you were
that age, sir?

And that report of yours.

Let me see it.
Let me see it again.

"Mondays, Wednesdays,
and Fridays
at the beach house.

"2:30 to 4:30."

Any other times they meet?

Lady's got commitments.

You... You got the camera
out of there, didn't you?

Yes, sir. Last night.

Any more copies of this...

No, sir. No copies.

And I presume
no more copies of this?

You presume
correctly, Counselor.

(SIGHS)

Hugh! Open the door.

Hugh! Open this door!

Hugh, I'm warning you,
open the door!

Bastard!

$378,000 above
the estimate?
Why, Charlie?

Now, what the hell
am I supposed to
tell the bank?

Glass just went up 60 cents
a square foot, Mr. Creighton.

The prime rate went up
a half a point today.

I got to renegotiate
every loan I made.

I don't know
what to tell you.

Look at these
cost run totals.

Hi, darling.
Hi, Charlie.

Afternoon, Mrs. Creighton.
What do you think
of your building?

It's beautiful.

Gosh,
what a beautiful view.

All right, Charlie,
I'll talk to the bank,

and I'll just get back
to you tomorrow.

Okay. Bye, Mrs. Creighton.

Bye, Charlie.

All right, you...
Now, what's this all about?

You throw my things out
and lock me out of my house?

That's very simple,
sweetheart.
We're finished.

Done, through.
It's over.

Hugh, after four years,
that's it?
Mmm-hmm.

You decide
we're finished?

You throw my things
out of my house
and change the locks?

It's my house, Marcy,
not yours.

Not ours. Mine.

No! It's not gonna be
that easy.

You want out? Okay.

But it's gonna cost you.

Gonna cost me?
What, money?

Aren't you forgetting
one little thing?
We're not married.

But we've been living
together for four years
as man and wife.

You heard Charlie,
he calls me Mrs. Creighton.

Everyone does.
The servants.
Everyone.

Well, the fact is, though,
you're not Mrs. Creighton.

I'll tell you
what you are.

You're a has-been rock star

who used to be
Hugh Creighton's mistress.

That's what you are.

(GASPS)

Sweetheart...

Be careful there, honey.

You fall off this building,
somebody might think
it wasn't an accident.

I can see the headlines
right now.

"Famous lawyer
kills mistress."

That's not real good
for business.

Be careful, all right?

You want headlines?
I'll give you a headline.

"Marcy tells how America's
most famous lawyer buys cops,

"judges, witnesses
and prosecutors."

You little tramp!
It'll be your word
against mine.

And who do you think
they'll believe?

The shyster lawyer
or sweet, little me?

How much do you want?

The same as I'd get
as your wife.

I figure you've made
about 10 million since
we've been living together.

Half of that's five million.
And I want it now. In cash.

Marcy, I don't have
five million dollars
in cash.

Every cent I've got is
tied up in this building.
You know that.

So, sell it.
I'll give you
two months.

Until then,
we'll continue living
exactly as we have been.

Now, may I have
the keys to the house,
darling?

Morning, Ando.

(INAUDIBLE)

Beautiful day, huh?

You're in the paper
again today.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

It's a nice picture.
Come, take a look.

Nice picture, eh?
Mmm-hmm.

As opposed to what?

It's a big article.
You've got three columns.

Hmm.

Not bad, huh?
Yeah.

Want a refill?

Sure.

So, how come you're being
so sweet this morning?

Well, guilt, I think.

Yeah, it's guilt.

I've been worried about
the trial and the cost
overruns on the building,

and I...

I guess I took it out
on you, and that's...

That's not right.
Oh, you know what else?

No. What?

I love you.

I do.

You going to
the beach today?

Yeah.

What time are you
coming back?

About 5:30.
Same as usual.

Same as usual?
Mmm-hmm.

Okay, I'll tell you what.
Why don't I meet you
back here at 6:00,

I'll take you out to dinner.
Someplace not unromantic.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

I'm coming!

(EXCLAIMING)

(BOTH GIGGLING)

Lemon.

Champ Du Bois.

The caviar.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Mmm. Mmm.

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

Bang.

Bang.

Whoa! Does this taste
all right to you?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
What's wrong?

Nothing. I just
don't feel like having
champagne today. Here.

(EXCLAIMING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah.

Mmm, that's good.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

MARCY: Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm feeling...
Feeling dizzy.

I think I'm gonna
pass out.

(CHUCKLES) It's too much
champagne too fast, hon.

(LAUGHS)

HUGH: Hey.

Hope I'm not disturbing
you lovebirds.

No, you don't hurt him.

(SIGHS)

Hey, Marcy.

Wake up, babe.

It's late.

Hey, Marce.

(MUSIC BLARING)

Hey, you, you!

(LOWERS VOLUME)
What?

How much did you
pay for that?

For this?
Yeah.

299, list.

299?

299?

Yeah, well, I mean,
you could get it
cheaper, I suppose.

How?

You shop around,
in discount stores.

Dodi's Discount store, man.
Dodi's is the best.
Lowest prices in town.

My wife's nephew's
birthday is coming up.

Yeah?
He's been dropping
hints, you know.

299, list.
What does list mean?

I don't know.
Let's go around here,
Lieutenant.

Dodi's.

Better keep
everybody out of here
until the lab finds out

who those footprints
belong to.

Oh, it's okay, Lieutenant.

Sergeant Habach's
already identified them
as the cleaning lady's.

The cleaning lady?
Yes, sir.

Yeah, look the way
that's raked.

It's got that
herringbone
on either side

and some
kind of mish-mush
in the middle.

I think it's better
if we go in the front way.

Whatever you say,
Lieutenant.

All right, we need to
clear a path for
the lieutenant here, please.

How was she killed,
Lieutenant?
I just got here.

Are there any suspects?
I just got here.

Out of the way, people.

I just got here.

Out of the way!

You're here at 8:00
every morning?

Excuse me.
Thank you.

Morning, Lieutenant.

Good morning, Sergeant.
What do you have?

Well, the housekeeper
found the body
at 8:00 this morning,

a few minutes
after she arrived.

The victim's
in the bedroom.

Her name is
Marcy Edwards.

Upstairs?
Upstairs.

Celebrity?

Used to be.
Ex-rock and roll singer.

She was kind of famous
for a while.

What've you got, George?

Looks like the lady
and a friend were
having a party.

The way I figure,
the lady changed her mind,

the guy got persistent,

and next thing,
his fingers are
on her throat.

End of party.

Oh, they're big.
The guy must have
had big hands.

Okay, have the lab boys
check these for prints.

They look too smudged
for an ID.

Too smudged?

Yeah, you could be right.

What's her name?
Marcy Edwards?

Yeah.

Did she sing a song,
Closer, Closer,
Your Lips to Mine?

I don't know.

"Make love to me
one more time"?

I don't know.
Those are her albums
on the wall.

I think that
she was my nephew's
favorite singer.

Mmm.

He used to play that song
over and over again.
I think she's the one.

What am I bothering
with this for now?

Something's wrong
with me, George.

Okay. Any idea
when this happened?

My best guesstimate
is yesterday afternoon.

Somewhere around
3:00 or 4:00.

Yesterday afternoon,
somewhere around
3:00 or 4:00.

Uh, yesterday
was Wednesday?

GEORGE: Yeah.

They look good.

They don't come
any better.
Both bottles.

Right.

What are you looking for,
Lieutenant?

The corks.

And that little metal thing
that you find
on champagne bottles.

No, the bottles
were opened
in the kitchen, sir.

How do you know that?

Well, that's where
we found the foil
and the corks.

In the kitchen?

In the kitchen.

Both corks?

Both corks.

Hmm.

SERGEANT:
What is it, Lieutenant?
What's bothering you?

I don't know why
they opened both bottles
in the kitchen.

One, I can understand.
They open a bottle,
they fill their glasses,

they make a toast,
they grab the bottle

and they take it
to the bedroom.

But after they finished
the first bottle,

why did they both
come back to the kitchen
to open the second bottle?

Who says they did?

One of them comes back
to the kitchen,
opens the second bottle,

takes it back
to the bedroom...

I don't think
that's the way people
do it, because this is

a romantic situation

and sex in the air.

And two people who are
drinking champagne together,

and they want to open
a bottle together.

They want to share the pop,
and the spritz.

That's what
champagne is all about.
Pop and spritz.

Why else do you drink
champagne if not for
the pop and the spritz?

Jerry, would you take
a picture of these corks
and the foil?

Sure.

Excuse me.
Mmm-hmm.

What do you think
a thing like this costs?

Costs? I don't know.
Looks like a good one.
Four or five hundred.

Four, five hundred.
Wow, these things,
they go high.

You want eight-by-tens,
Lieutenant?

That'll be fine, Jerry.

You ever hear of
Dodi's Discount?

No, I don't think so.

I got to check them.
I hear they got
good prices.

You got a handkerchief?

Uh, sure.

Here you go, Lieutenant.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Have the lab check these.

But when they're through,
get 'em back to me.

Okay. Mind telling me
what you expect the lab
to find, Lieutenant?

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe nothing.

Oh, Lieutenant, I found this
"In case of emergency, notify"
card in Marcy's purse.

I think it'd be better
if you made this call.

Why me?

I'm just a sergeant.

I figure someone
higher than me should break
the news to a guy like this.

"Hugh Creighton."

The lawyer that never
lost a murder case?

That Hugh Creighton?

He's the one.

The prosecution has proved
beyond a reasonable doubt
that the defendant

cold-bloodedly planned
and ruthlessly
murdered his mother,

plunging a butcher knife
into her body,

(HUGH COUGHING)
Not once, not twice,

not three times
or four times,

not five times,
not seven times,
or nine times...

I'll wait.

Sorry, Your Honor.

My apologies
to the court, please.

And I apologize
to the counselor there, too.

I hope I didn't
break your rhythm.

I think you left off
at nine times.

JUDGE: That's enough,
Mr. Creighton.

Well, I just assumed
he was going
all the way up to 14.

I said enough.

Continue, Counselor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

(HUGH CLEARING THROAT)

Don't let my celebrated
colleague's theatrics

distract you from the one
inescapable fact of this case.

The fact that the defendant's
fingerprints were found
on this knife.

The knife he plunged
into the woman
who gave him life.

Not nine times
or eleven times,

but 14 times,

into his own mother.

(SLURPS)

The prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

Mr. Creighton?

(CLEARING THROAT)
Thank you, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like for you
to take a look
at this young man.

Look into his eyes.
Are those the eyes
of a murderer?

Look very closely, please.

You know, they say
the eyes are
the mirror of the soul.

Are you looking
into the soul
of a murderer?

No.

Those are the eyes
of a loving son.

A son who,
when his father died,

devoted his life
to his mother.

A son who denied
himself friendships

and the pleasures of youth

to be close to his mother,

a very Ionely woman whose
only happiness in life

was her son.

A son who attended
to her every need.

A son who spared her
the drudgeries of
everyday life,

who was her
constant companion,

who brightened her life
with little gifts,

the most precious of which
was his love for his mom.

Well, ladies
and gentlemen, today,

this young man's life
is in your hands.
And the Lord's.

And I know that the Lord
has looked into his soul,

(INAUDIBLE)
And I hope that He will
guide you today

and your solemn
deliberations.

If you listen to His voice,
as I have, by the way,

you will know...

I'm sorry to interrupt you,
Mr. Creighton,

but I'm adjourning
this court until
tomorrow morning at 10:00.

Well, is there a reason...

The reason for adjournment
will become clear

after you've talked
to the gentleman over there.

Court adjourned until
tomorrow morning at 10:00.

BAILIFF: All rise.

Excuse me,
who the hell is that?

I don't know.
What's going on?

Excuse me.

I'm Lieutenant Columbo.
I'm from the police.

Yes?

From Homicide.

Yes?

Is there someplace private
that we could go?

Here. Come in here.

Now, what's this all about,
Columbus?

Well, not Columbus, sir,
Columbo.

Columbo,
what the hell is this?

Uh, it's about
a Miss Marcy Edwards.

What about her?

Uh, you were a good friend
of hers, weren't you, sir?

Will you please
get to the point?

A close friend?

We live together, yeah.
Uh-huh.

Was that at 25903
Pacific Coast Highway?

That's my beach house.
We live in Bel Air.

Uh-huh. When was
the last time that you saw
Miss Edwards?

Whoa, wait a minute.
No more questions.
Now, what's this all about?

I'm sorry, sir,
but Miss Edwards is dead.

What are you talking about?

She was murdered.

(STUTTERING) Where?
I mean, by whom?

At the beach house.
We don't know who did it yet.

What's wrong?

What happened?
What is it? What's wrong?

Are you a friend of
Mr. Creighton's, ma'am?

Yes, I'm his associate.

Trish, Marcy's...
Marcy's been murdered.

Oh, my God, Hugh.
Oh, I'm so sorry.

When?

I don't know,
I don't know.

When did it happen?

Yesterday, between
3:00 and 4:00 p.m.

Oh, Jesus.

Sir, I know that
this is a bad time,

but I'm gonna have to
ask you to come
and identify the body.

Oh, God.

That hasn't
already been done?

Uh, no, sir,
not officially.

Well, I just pray to God
it's not Marcy.

Oh, God.

That's Marcy.

Wait a minute.

I want to look at her.

Death by strangulation?

She was strangled,
but the cause of death
was a broken neck.

(SIGHS)

God.

Neck's broken.

Any signs of a struggle?

No.

Nails are intact.

GEORGE: Uh-huh.

No violence, huh?

Any signs of
a sexual assault or...

No.
Yeah.

Well...

Mr. Creighton,
your knowledge
of forensic medicine

is very impressive.

Lieutenant, I want to see
the autopsy report.

Oh, sir, you don't want
to see an autopsy report
on a loved one.

That's precisely
why I wanna see it.

I understand, sir,
but it's not...

No buts.
I want to see that report.

I'm sorry, sir,
but it's regulation.

Lieutenant, you and I
break regulations every day.

I wanna see the autopsy.
I wanna see everything.

This is not
just another case.

This is somebody
I care about.
You understand that?

I'm sorry, sir.

Do you know who I am?

Yes, sir.

And you still refuse?

I can't.

We'll see about that.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Come in.

Hey, Trish.

You wanted to talk to me?

I've been thinking
about Marcy.

Yeah. So have I.

Hmm.

You knew,
didn't you, Hugh?

Hmm?

You knew she was
having an affair?

Oh, no, no, no.

If I had, I could've maybe
prevented what happened.

You're not telling me
everything.

(SIGHS) What do you mean?

You can tell me.

You knew, didn't you?

Yeah.

And it hurt you,
didn't it?

Yes, it did.

Sure it did.

Did you kill her?

What?

You killed her,
didn't you?

What are you
talking about?

You killed her.
And you used me
to help you.

Are you out of your mind?

Ever since you borrowed
my car and sent me
on that research assignment,

I've been trying
to figure out why.

Now I know why.

So, what are you
going to do about it?

Do? What can I do?

If I go to the police,
I can be charged as
an accessory before the fact.

So, you're not
going to do anything.

I didn't say that.

What I'm going to do is
trust that you'll give me
that partnership

you've been promising me
for the past three years.

Fine, fine,
but that's next year.

No. Start of business
tomorrow morning.

Look, Trish, I mean,
in deference to Marcy,

don't you think
we should wait

till after the funeral,
a couple of months?

Not for the partnership.

I can wait six months
for us to get married.

Married?

It's for your own
protection, Hugh.

As your wife,
I can't be forced
to testify against you.

It's the best insurance
you could have.

I have insurance,
you should have some, too.

(STUTTERING)
What insurance
do you have?

Life insurance.

If I should fall
out an office window,

have a sudden heart attack,
get bit by a rabid dog,

an envelope like this one
would turn up on
all sorts of desks,

including
Lieutenant Columbo's.

Do we have a deal,
partner?

(SIGHS) Well, yeah.

Good.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING
IN DISTANCE)

RECEPTIONIST: The chief
will see you now, Lieutenant.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What have you got
on the rock singer case?

Well, it's a little
early, Chief...

I got a call
from Creighton
this morning.

He's an old friend of mine.

And an old friend
of the mayor's.

You do know who
Hugh Creighton is,
don't you, Columbo?

Yes, sir, I do.

And do you know
he's one of the most famous
criminal attorneys in America?

Yes, sir.

And you know he's tried
more murder cases

than any lawyer
in the country?

Yes, sir.

And you know
he's never lost a case.
Not one.

Yes, sir.

You know he has a legitimate
interest in this
particular case, don't you?

I do, sir. Yes.

Then, when he offered
to help you solve it,

why in the hell did you
refuse his help?

I didn't refuse
his help...

Good, good.
Glad to hear it.

Creighton's expecting you
for dinner at 7:00
at the Darrow Club.

And be sure to bring
all the case files.
Understand?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Oh, Columbo,
I'll give you a little tip.

The Darrow Club has
the best steaks in town.

New Yorks.
An inch and a half thick.

New York steaks?

New Yorks.

Well, that sounds good.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Ah, Lieutenant,
how are you?

Very well, sir.

Good, good.
Sit down, please.

Well, it's very good
of you to come over.

Well, it was
very nice of you
to ask me, sir.

My pleasure.

Are you ready to order,
Mr. Creighton?

I... I think...
Why don't you take
a look there, Lieutenant?

I think I'm ready, Carl.
I think I'm just gonna go
with the soup today, Carl.

Why don't we make it
chicken noodle?

Very good, sir.

You're just having
soup, sir?

Yes, yeah.
I think so.

I haven't had
much of an appetite
these last few days.

But you go ahead. Have...

Well, I'm not
too hungry myself.

So, let's see...
What can I have here?

Uh, how is that steak,
that New York?

That's the specialty
of the house, sir.
We're famous for it.

Well, I'll have that.
Medium rare.

And some asparagus
with hollandaise sauce
and roast potatoes.

Yes.

Maybe, to start with,
a shrimp cocktail.

And some kind of a salad.

Carl, why don't you
bring him a Caesar?
You like the Caesar salad?

Caesar salad,
I'll have that.
All right.

That sweet corn there,
is that fresh?

Yes, sir.
It's fresh.

Oh, I'll have
a piece of corn.

Very good, sir.

So...

I assume that
is the report.

Oh, yes, sir.
There it is.

Thank you very much.

And that autopsy report...

It's in there, sir.

Ah, good.

Good.

From this report,
I think it's obvious
what happened.

Marcy met somebody
on the beach,

invited him in for
champagne and caviar.

After that second bottle
of champagne,
he made advances,

she resisted,
it got out of hand,

and he strangled her.

I just can't believe it.

Oh.

I still can't believe it.

Well, I don't think
that she met him
on the beach, sir.

What's your theory?

Well, I don't have
a theory yet,

but it looks like
she knew who killed her.

And she knew him
very well.

Why do you say that?

Well, because of
the statements
in the reports, sir,

from the neighbors
and all the guys playing
volleyball on the beach.

It just seems that
Miss Edwards was
seeing the same man

on a very regular basis.

Well, I just happen
to find that
very hard to believe.

Well, it's all
in the report, sir.

There were three neighbors
and any number of
volleyball players.

And they all remembered
seeing her car and
a motorcycle in the driveway

at the same time
on several Mondays,
Wednesdays and Fridays.

Are you telling me that
Marcy was having an affair
with another man?

Well, sir,
it's certainly...

There's nothing
in this report

that indicates
she had sexual relations
before she died.

No, sir,
in the report...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
That's a little
tough to take, okay?

That's a little
tough to take.

I don't want to hear it.

Well, let's just
drop it, sir.

Why don't we do that?

There is something
in the file there
that's bothering me.

Maybe you can
help me with this?

Sure.

You'll notice that
in the autopsy report,

there was no alcohol
in Mrs. Edwards'
bloodstream.

Obviously, she didn't
feel like drinking.

But we found two empty
champagne bottles,
and two empty glasses, sir.

Could that have been
the disulfiram?

Disulfiram? What...

Well, it's there
in the autopsy report.

They found traces
of disulfiram
in her bloodstream.

But that's a pill
that people with
a drinking problem take

when they don't
wanna drink.

So, you can see
my problem...

Well, I think I might be
able to help you out
with that puzzle.

This is only conjecture,
mind you,

but, you see, I, from time
to time, have a little
drinking problem myself

and I happen to take
a little disulfiram.

Marcy, on the other hand,
was a vitamin nut.

Used to take 'em
by the handful.

And it's just an off chance
she took one of
my pills by mistake.

Oh, I see, yeah.

Yeah, that could
explain it.

What about this
champagne bottle,
the fingerprints here,

did you find out
whose they are?

Well, we've sent them off
to the FBI, sir,

and if this person was
ever in the service or any
trouble with the law,

we're gonna get him.

Well, I have to say,
it is an excellent report.

Excellent.

Oh, thank you very much.

When you do arrest this man,
please do everything
by the book.

I would hate to see
Marcy's murderer get off

because of some
stupid mistake.

And so would I, sir.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Yeah?

Lieutenant Columbo, ma'am.
I'm from Homicide.

Yeah?

Do you mind
if I come in,
look around?

Ah, wipe your feet.

Yes, ma'am.

And I'll just leave
the umbrella out here.

I should hope so.

All right.
There we are.

Hey,

don't make a mess.

All right.

(VACUUM CLEANER WHIRRING)

(CORK POPS)

What are you looking for?

A cork, ma'am.
Like this one.

No cork.

No cork.

Could there be a cork
in the garbage can outside?

They're empty.

You're sure?

The trash man
came yesterday.

Could you have put something
in the garbage can
this morning?

No.

Could I see?

(SIGHING)

Man! I'm glad
I ain't married to you.

You don't trust
nobody, do you?

Well, it's not that,
ma'am, it's a habit.

I like to see things
with my own eyes.

That right.

See?

COLUMBO: Was the gardener
here Wednesday?

The day
Miss Edwards died?

No. He only comes
on Tuesday afternoons
and Friday mornings.

So, he was here today?

And those are
your footprints.

But when I first saw
that herringbone pattern,

somebody had raked
some mish-mash over it.

But you said
the gardener wasn't
here that day.

Do you know his name?

No. It's, uh, Japanese.
And he comes real early.
Before me.

Hey! You, uh, satisfied
these are empty or are you
going to come back again?

Uh, no, they're empty,
ma'am. I saw them.

Huh. Well, don't mention it.

" Closer, Closer,
Your Lips to Mine. "
She's the one.

He's in here.

Police person
looking for you.

Oh, Lieutenant!
We got a make
on those fingerprints.

He's been in trouble
with women before.

Do you have
an address on him?

Uh, not yet.
We got an APB out.

Good. Listen,

see if you can find
Miss Edwards' gardener.

Comes Tuesdays and Fridays.

Maybe he works for somebody
else in the neighborhood.

Sir! There must be dozens
of gardeners in Malibu.

Anything special
about this one?

He's Japanese.

(MOUTHING)

The Matisse with the peach
background on this wall...
Matisse. Peach.

The Picasso on that wall.

Picasso... Yes, ma'am,
you did mention that.

Uh, what about this
beautiful bronze Indian?

Gone.
Gone?

Gone as a matter of fact.
Gone.

All Indians, all buffaloes,
all cowboys in this room...
Indians, buffaloes, cowboys...

...and any other room,
including Mr. Creighton's
bathroom, bye-bye.

Bye-bye, all cowboys
and Indians.

Which reminds me,
where are the plans
to my bathroom?

Uh, Philip...
PHILIP: I have
the floor plans out here.

Good, good,
good, good, good.
Uh, Nigel...

Oh! Is this beautiful!
How much is it?

I'm not sure. What...
Never mind, I want it.

I want it. Let's make
drapes with this fabric
for this room.

And, Nigel, the same decor
in here as in my office.

Oh, hi, Lieutenant.

Congratulations!
Thank you.

You know, I saw the sign,
Creighton and Fairbanks,

I assumed it was you.

It is me
and it's very exciting.

Now, where was I?
The bathroom.

We're going to have
to knock down a wall.

A wall?
And for what reason,
may I ask, ma'am?

The Jacuzzi.
Jacuzzi?

Yeah, Mr. Creighton
loves a Jacuzzi.

But isn't this
your bathroom,
ma'am?

He'll have to wait.
Mr. Creighton
loves to wait.

(GIGGLING)

COLUMBO: Uh, ma'am,
do you think I could
see Mr. Creighton?

Sure. Judy, ring Hugh,
tell him the lieutenant
is here.

Nigel, lots of fresh
flowers and plants.

Lieutenant Columbo
to see you, Mr. Creighton.

Uh, yeah,
send him in, please.

HUGH: Hi,
how are you,
Lieutenant?

Uh, fine, sir.

What can I do
for you today?

Uh, well, sir, I thought
you'd like to know.

We matched up
those fingerprints
with the suspect.

Oh, really?
Yeah, sir.

Excellent.

Yeah.

Excellent.
Is that...

It is, isn't it?

HUGH: What?

Oh, that's champagne.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, boy, that looks
like a fine collection

for a fellow who doesn't
drink much anymore.

You're a wine
connoisseur, are you?

Well, I wouldn't
say that, sir.

But these are
all vintage wines.

Do you mind if I look?

Oh, no, go right ahead.

Oh, yeah,
these are six years old.

That is 1985...
Lieutenant, uh...

Have you picked him up yet,
this, uh, Neddy Malcolm?

No, sir,
but we will.

Did Miss Edwards know
anybody by that name?

Yeah, I was just thinking.
Ned Malcolm, that sounds...

(SIGHING)

(SOFTLY) Neddy Malcolm.

Lieutenant,
wait a minute.

This character
used to play the drums.
This was Marcy's drummer.

He was... But I don't think
she's seen him for years.

Well,
those are Malcolm's
fingerprints, sir.

There's no question
about that...

Well, I mean, Lieutenant,
I mean, if this is who
I think it is,

this is one bad apple.

He's done it all.
I mean everything,
booze, dope, women...

Well, he's got
five assaults
involving the women.

Well, yeah.
He got an attempted rape
here, three years ago.

That charge was dropped.
And dropped
the damn charges.

Well, not this time.
No, sir.

Not this time.
No, sir. No.

I'll tell you what,
Lieutenant. I'm going
to give you my card.

This has got my home,
my service, and the car,
everything on there.

As soon as you hear
anything at all,
will you call me?

Yes, sir. I will, sir.
Will you do that?

Now, can I keep this?

Oh, that's yours, sir.
You keep that.

Yeah, well,
this is excellent.
Really.

Oh, sir, I know that this
is none of my business,

but your new partner,
she doesn't plan to redo
this office, too, does she?

'Cause I like it.
I like it just...
Just the way it is.

(SIGHING) I hear you.

Good day, sir.
Thanks, Lieutenant.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SIGHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Uh, sir, uh...
Take a minute.

Out at your beach house,
there by the kitchen,

you have
a radio cassette player?

Yeah.

Would you ever consider
selling that to someone?

No. Great office, sir.

He was seen going
into Apartment 21.

D. Glinski.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Who is it?

Police!

Okay, just a minute.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Excuse me, sir.

Look, Mom!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Here you go, Sam.

Thank you.
Take it easy.

What will it be, sport?

I'm looking
for Darlene Glinski.

Why?

You don't want to know.

What, are you a cop
or something?

Something.

That's Darlene, there.

That's Darlene?

That's Darlene.

You wanna talk to her,
just go through the door
over there

and down the stairs.

Watch your step,
it's dark down there.

Another grasshopper, Mike.
Sure.

Hi!
Hi.

Darlene Glinski?

Yeah?

How you doing?

(LAUGHING) What
do you want, mister?

I'm lookin'
for Neddy Malcolm.

Oh, I don't know
any Neddy Malcolm.

Oh, okay.

Well, just in case
you run into him,

tell him that
a friend of

Johnny Fewhairs
is lookin' for him,

wants to give him
the money that
Johnny owes him.

Oh, tell him
I'll be back in town
around the Super Bowl.

I'll look him up then.

Uh, wait.

You might find Neddy
at the LA Rock Box.

At the LA Rock Box?

Yeah.
Ask for Little Richard.

Ask for Little Richard.

(PEOPLE HOOTING)

(SINGING ROCK AND ROLL SONG)

(ALL CHEERING LOUDLY)

Hey, Rich! Hey,
you got a minute?

Who are you?

Uh, I'm looking for Neddy.
I'm supposed to
meet him here.

Haven't seen him
in 10, 12 weeks.

But I'll put the word out.

You know, Ned is
a good drummer,

when he's behaving himself,
if you know what I mean.

I do, yeah.

What do you want
with him?

I've got some
money for him.

Money?
Yeah, it ain't from me.

It's from the fella
I work for,
Johnny Fewhairs.

No, kidding?
Yeah.

First time I ever heard
of anyone wanting
to give Neddy some money

of their own free will.

Well, Johnny, you know,
Mr. Fewhairs,
he's a man of his word.

Sounds like he's a man
of many, many words to me.

Too many.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

NEDDY: Rich! Is that you?
Yeah?

Yeah, who's that?

It's me.

Oh! Hey, man!
Where you been?

You know I've been
trying to reach you.

You don't call back
or nothin'.
How you doin'?

I'm doing good.
I really miss you.

I miss you, man.

Hi!

Hi!

I got to get me
a new drummer.

The dude I got can't
even keep a beat.

Do you want to go
to Chicago with us?

Chicago? Yeah. When?
Yeah.

Tomorrow night.

You got a deal.

Great. This man
got money for you.

He got it from
Johnny Fewhairs.

Is he really bald?
For me?

He must be
a bald-headed man
with a name like that.

You got some
money for me?
RICHARD: Johnny Fewhairs?

I'm afraid not, son.

Is that his nickname?

Oh, no.

I don't have any cuffs
with me.
Am I going to need them?

RICHARD: Hey!
What's happening here?

No, no, no, no.

Oh, man.

I didn't kill her.

You claim you love
this woman?

Yeah, we were in love.

Whatever that means.

I don't think
you know what love is.

If you were
so much in love,

how come you only saw her
Mondays, Wednesdays
and Fridays?

Marcy had a good thing
going with Creighton.

Money, cars, jewels,
whatever she wanted.

She didn't want to blow it
until she'd worked out

the financial
arrangements with him.

Oh, she wanted
money from him?

They've been going
together five years

and he was
going to dump her.

Did Creighton know
about you two?

I don't know.

(SCOFFS) But if
he'd wanted to know,

it wouldn't have been
hard for him to find out.

Did you kill her?

I don't know
what happened,
Lieutenant.

I blacked out.

When I came to,
Marcy was dead.

That's all I know.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Yeah?

Sam Marlowe?

I charge $150 an hour.

150?

750 minimum
for domestic cases.

Uh-huh.
Fill that out.
You need a pen?

I'm afraid you have
it wrong, sir.

I'm not having any
trouble with my wife.
Heaven forbid.

Well, then what
do you want,
Mister, uh...

Columbo.

Lieutenant Columbo. LAPD.

Oh, yeah. Yeah!
I knew I'd seen you
somewhere before.

You're handling that, uh,
rock singer's murder,
aren't you?

I saw you on TV.

So, uh, why are you knocking
on Sam Marlowe's door?

I understand that you're
Mr. Hugh Creighton's
private investigator?

Handle all his cases,
do you?

Lieutenant, you know
I can't reveal
clients' names.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, well, I can
understand that.

Here's my problem.

I'm working on
a homicide case,

and I would appreciate
all the help I could get.

Yeah.

Sorry, Lieutenant.
Professional ethics.

Ethics are important.
No question about that.

Yeah, they sure are.
Mmm-hmm.

SAM: Lieutenant,
that's private.

Uh-huh.

How come all those Mondays,
Wednesdays and Friday
afternoons are blank?

Am I going to have to
take this camera down
to the lab

to see if this
white paint on this lens

is the same as the white paint
on the air duct
in Ms. Edwards' bedroom?

Or are you going to
answer my questions?

Oh, Lieutenant, not now,
I'm in a hurry. Sorry.

Yeah, I've got
an appointment.
No, no problem, sir.

I just dropped by
to tell you that
we found Neddy Malcolm.

Great! That's great!

(STAMMERING)
You read him his
rights before, uh...

Oh, yes, sir.
Oh, yeah, we did that.

And?
And, what, sir?

(LAUGHS) Well,
don't be naïve.
Did he confess?

Uh, no, sir. No, he didn't.
Frankly, sir,
I don't think he did it.

Oh, Lieutenant.

Why don't you come...
Can you come with me?
Come on, get in!

Hurry up. Come in.

Those are Malcolm's
fingerprints, right?

(STUTTERING)
Yes, sir.

Well, that puts him
at the scene of the crime,
right, Lieutenant?

Oh, well, he admits
that he was there, sir.

He was there
but he didn't do it?

Well, he passed out,
you see.

He had two, three
glasses of champagne,
and he blacked out.

(TIRES SCREECHING)
When he came to,

there she was.
He panicked and ran.

And you believe him?

Watch the cars!

You believe him?

I think so.
I don't think he did it.

You think
you believe him?

He admits he was there.

He's had trouble
in the past with women

and you don't
think he did it?

I don't think he did it.

COLUMBO: Should I wait here?

HUGH: No, no, come with me.
It'll take
about five minutes

to send my client down.

Hi, Trish, how are you?
You know the lieutenant,
right?

Oh! I didn't realize
you were involved in this
case, too, Lieutenant.

Oh, no, ma'am,
uh, the other case.

Now, they've picked up
Neddy Malcolm,
did you hear that?

But the lieutenant here
thinks they've got
the wrong man, right?

Why's that?

Well, the problem is,
those finger marks
on his neck,

they were very big.
I saw them.

And it turns out the guy
was wearing gloves.

Yeah?

Big work gloves.

Work gloves?
Yeah.

Yeah?
Yeah, and the marks on
the neck were glove marks.

But the marks
on the champagne bottle
were his fingerprints.

So, it don't add up.

Why would a fellow
be so careful
to put on gloves

when he strangled
the victim,

and then he's going to
leave his fingerprints all
over the champagne bottles.

Oh, Lieutenant, please,
you know better than that.

This place is full of people
who make stupid mistakes
like that.

It's just a stupid mistake.

Yeah, yeah,
that could happen.

Uh, there's something else
that's been bothering me, sir.

What's that?

I don't know why
you told me that
you didn't know

that Ms. Edwards was
seeing Neddy Malcolm

when you knew it
all the time.

Sam Marlowe,
your private investigator.

He had a camera up there
in the beach house.

Why did you tell me
you didn't know?

Well, it's, uh...
I mean, you're right,
I should have.

It's just... It wasn't easy
to admit that she was having
an affair

with the likes
of that Neddy Malcolm.

And I don't know.
It's just tough.

I see.

Hey, Billy, how you doing?

You are in my seat.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Lieutenant, good to see you.
Thanks for coming by.

I won't take up any
more of your time.

Okay, bye-bye.
Mmm-hmm. Bye.

Ma'am.
TRISH: Bye.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Lieutenant.

I've got good news
and bad news.
Which do you want first?

Oh, give me
the bad news first.

Well, I checked
with all the neighbors,

and no one saw
Creighton or his car

anywhere near the beach house
the day she was killed.

What's the good news?

I found the gardener.

(SOFTLY)
A thank you would be nice.

COLUMBO: Thank you!

Uh-uh.

No, no, no, no, no.
Please, please, no touch.

Uh, I'm from the police.

LAPD.

Is your name Andy Miaki?

Ando Miaki.

Ando Miaki?
Ando.

Gardener?
Gardener.

Mrs. Creighton gardener?

Creighton gardener.

And you work for her
on Wednesday...

Mrs. Creighton,
Tuesdays, Fridays.

You're sure.

Tuesdays, Fridays.

See, Tuesdays, Fridays,
Mrs. Creighton.

Uh-huh.
No Wednesday?

Wednesday work Rockingham.
That was day truck move.

Truck move?

Your truck moved?

Move two blocks
to long street of trees
that rains berries.

Street that rains berries?

Oh!

Your truck was
on Rockingham,

and it moved
two blocks to a street
that has these berries.

Oh, where's that street?

La Mesa?

Okay, excuse me.

I'm gonna have to
check your truck
for fingerprints.

Gonna check your truck.
Fingerprints.

Fingerprints.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

That's right. All right.

(LAUGHING)

So, what can I do
for you today, Lieutenant?

Uh, well, sir, what I want
to do is cut right
to the heart of this thing.

Uh, ooh!
Do you mind, sir?

No, not at all.

Uh, you know,
Neddy blacked out,

and if it wasn't
from the champagne,

it had to be
from something.

And I'm saying it was
from a knockout drug.

Oh, but there was nothing
in the lab report that said
there was a knockout drug

in the bottles
or the glasses, right?

Well, all they had to
do was empty the bottle
and the glasses

and wash them out.
I mean, that's simple, sir.

No, but then there would
not have been champagne
in the bottles or glasses,

and the fact is,
there was.

Well, that's because
the perpetrator,

he took a second
bottle of champagne, sir,

and he poured it
into the first bottle
and the glass.

I mean, the man's
not a dope.

You see, for me, sir,
the real question is,

how does someone
administer a knockout
drug, Mr. Creighton?

I don't have
the slightest idea.

Well, I'm going to say
he used a syringe,

and he injected it
through the cork
into the champagne bottle.

Uh... Is that possible?

Oh, yeah,
they can do that, sir.

Yeah?

But then, you have to
get rid of the cork
because of the needle mark,

which he did.

HUGH: Hmm.

Now, these are
the two bottles that we found
at the scene of the crime.

Are you with me, sir?

(STUTTERING)
Well, I guess.
I think so.

Well, sir,
look at the label.

And just above the name
"Champ Du Bois,"
there's one little star.

Right?

Yes, one star.

Both bottles.
Mmm-hmm.

And I checked the liquor store
where Ms. Edwards bought
all her alcohol.

And that's the only
kind of champagne
she ever bought.

Champ Du Bois.
One star.

Which is a lot cheaper
than the vintage champagne.

The two-star.
Is that right, sir?

Well, it's a lot
cheaper, yeah.

Which brings me
to the corks.

The corks.

Yes, sir.

They use one star
for the cheap one,

and two stars
for the good stuff.

I'll bet you never
noticed that, did you, sir?

Hmm.

Well, here,
let me show you.

This is 1985.

That was a good year.

This cost me $175.

I'm well aware of that.

I just hope
the captain will okay it
on my expense account.

(CORK POPPING)

(CHAMPAGNE FIZZING)

You see that?

Two stars.

Yup.

And two stars on the label.

You got it.

Which is just like,
if I remember correctly,
uh...

I think I do.

Oh, I've looked
at that very closely.

All the labels
on your bottles,
two stars.

(EXHALING FORCEFULLY)

(STUTTERING) Well, now,
are you implying that

that bottle came
from my stock?

Well, sir, I don't think
I could rule that out.

You're also implying
that maybe I...

Maybe I had something
to do with it?

Uh, yes, sir, I think
that's a real possibility.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'll tell you
what, Lieutenant.

Why don't...
Why don't you take your corks
and get the hell out of here?

Ooh!

You've done it now.

What did I do?

I don't know.
All I know is that
I got a call from the DA.

No deputies.
The DA himself called.

He told me to
get up to his office

and bring that
bleeping bleeping
cop with me.

Meaning you.

Oh, Everett.

I've studied the case file.
He's got enough to indict.

He's got fingerprints
that place the suspect

at the scene of the crime
at the time of the murder.

A suspect...

A suspect previously
charged with sex crimes.

A suspect who admits
that he was there,

but he claims
he doesn't remember
what happened.

He might've killed her,
he might not have.

Does the lieutenant
here believe he did it?

No.

He thinks I did it.
Why?

Because I had
a private investigator

confirm that the woman
that I loved

was having an affair
with another man

and I chose not to reveal
the sordid details of that
investigation to the police.

What else have you...
Oh, corks.
Champagne corks.

Right?

Corks with one star,
two stars.

He's got a cork from
a bottle of champagne
that he paid $175 for,

with taxpayer's money.

And why did he do that?

Because he saw
a similar bottle
in my wine vault.

Now, you want to tell that
to a jury, go ahead.
Go ahead and indict me.

Let's just see what happens
when my colleague
from Idaho here,

and my partner
get the lieutenant
on the stand

with his corks and his $175
bottle of champagne.

All right, Hugh,
you got anything else?

Lieutenant?
Anything at all?

Just little things.
A lot of little things.

Nothing that's going
to stand up in court.

But I know he did it.

I know he killed that girl.

See, that's... Now you know
what kind of lunatic
I'm dealing with here.

I mean, he's got
lots of little things,

but he knows
that I killed Marcy?
He knows that?

I'd be very happy, sir,
if you could prove
that I was wrong.

Well, just how could
I do that, Lieutenant?

By just telling me
where you were when
Ms. Edwards was killed.

Whoa, now, Mr. Creighton's
not here to answer any
questions, Lieutenant.

Well, that's right.
But maybe we can
clear this thing up.

No, no, no,
correct me if I'm wrong,

but the time of death
was Wednesday

between 3:00 and 4:00,
is that correct, Lieutenant?

That's correct, sir.

Well, I was in my car.

In your car?
Yeah.

Alone?

Alone.

Nobody was with you?

Nobody with me.
And where were you?

I was, uh, driving
back to my office.

I'd been at the
Huntington Museum.

Well, that's in Pasadena,
isn't it?

That's right, Lieutenant.

Pasadena is 50 miles
from the beach, Lieutenant.

Uh, yes, ma'am.

While you were driving,
did you see anybody
that could identify you?

While I was driving?

No. No, Lieutenant,
I didn't.
Yes.

Did you stop
in a gasoline station
or anything like that?

No.

Did you get
a cup of coffee?
No.

Did you make or receive
any telephone calls
from your car phone?

If he did, sir,
the phone company

would have a record.
Would have a record of it.

No calls, Hugh?

No phone calls.

None at all?
None.

Then you have no alibi.

No, Everett.
No, I have no alibi.

So, what are you
going to do?

You got to choose now,
don't you?

Let me tell you something.

That woman meant
everything to me.

And I would hate to see
her name smeared across
front pages.

And that's up to you.

The ball's in your court.

(SIGHS)

Well, let me think
about it, Hugh.

I mean,
we've got these corks,
you don't have an alibi...

No, no, no, let me
take that back, okay?

Don't think about it.

I'll just see you
in court. It will be fun.

Hugh! Wait a minute,
wait a minute,
just a minute.

What time did you say
Marcy was killed?

COLUMBO: Between
3:00 and 4:00, ma'am.

And that's what he said.

Between 3:00 and 4:00,
he was in Pasadena.

There's no question
about it.

This proves it.
Just look at it.

Oops!

EVERETT: You want to
let us in on it, Hugh?

Yes, I think I do.

Here, why don't you
take that over there
to him?

It's a speeding ticket
he got in Pasadena.

Which proves that
he was a long way
from the beach house

at 3:33 p.m.
On Wednesday.

He got a speeding ticket
around about the time
that Ms. Edwards was killed,

and you waited until
now to bring it out?

I just got it
in the mail
this morning.

It's a good thing
I remembered.
In the mail?

It's a speeding ticket...

No, no. It's not the kind
of ticket you get when
a policeman stops you

and gives it to you.

It's a new gadget.

I mean,
there's a picture here.

They take it while you're
speeding and they send it
to you in the mail.

HUGH: Not a very good
picture of me,
is it, Lieutenant?

But yet there,
there I am
caught in a...

Pasadena speed trap.

Well, I think it's precisely
at the hour you were hoping
I was at the beach, right?

Huh. Any more...
Any more questions?

No. No, sir.
No more questions.

(CHUCKLES)

COLUMBO: I guess
you win again.

I guess I do,
Lieutenant.

Oh, but, you know,
there's one thing
that bothers me.

That ticket, now, I don't see
any way of beating that.

This may be the first case
I ever lost in my life.

Well...

Oh, bye, Everett.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(LOUD CHATTERING)

Hey, there's a line here.
What's the matter with you?

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

COLUMBO: Officer! Officer!

Excuse me, ma'am,
I'm sorry,
I'm with the force.

Yeah, what force?

No, seriously. I'm serious.
I'm with the police force.

WOMAN: Oh, yeah, sure.
MAN: Ridiculous.

Homicide.

What can I do
for you, Lieutenant?

I wanted to ask you
about this speeding ticket.

Lieutenant,
as much as
I'd like to help,

this is a radar ticket.
There's nothing that
can be done about it.

One hundred percent
conviction rate.

Just pay the fine.

This is not my ticket.

Uh, what I want to know,
is that a real ticket?

Why would anybody fake
a $150 speeding ticket?

Well, but I wanna be
sure that this is not
a counterfeit ticket.

Looks real to me.
You wanna be sure,

see the company
that operates the system.

They've got the film
from the automatic cameras.

MAN: What's the number
on that ticket, Lieutenant?

0-5-2-7-9-1

C-D-2-2-4-5.

Oh, yeah.
Date, time and speed.

See, that looks real,
doesn't it?

But this is on a computer.

Do you have the film
from the camera that
this picture was taken from?

Oh, yeah. We keep all
the negatives
down in the vault.

Now, this picture
is taken directly
from the film.

Can you blow
this picture up?

Just the head.
A big head.

Sure.

Yeah, that's him.

All right, now,
this ticket is one ticket
on the roll of film

with a bunch
of other tickets.

Could the roll of film
be tampered with?

Could you add
a ticket?

Or, could you substitute
one ticket for another?

Not so that we wouldn't
be able to tell.

See, each frame is
numbered consecutively.

Let me show you.

Now, this is your ticket.

2245.

COLUMBO: Right.

This is 2244.

44.

This is your ticket
again. 2245.

Right.

And this is 2246.

Right.
They're consecutive.

There's just no way
that anyone could have
tampered with this film.

All right. Can you
make a blow-up

of some of the drivers
that got a ticket
about the same time

as Mr. Crichton?

Sure.

There they are,
Lieutenant.

The radar gun
and the camera
are up there.

Any car that exceeds
the speed limit,

that triggers the system.

And smile,
you're on Candid Camera.

And it's all automatic.

Yup.

I'll get it ready.
Okay.

You know,
all the years
I had this car,

this is the first time
I ever had the top down.

Okay, go!

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(GEAR SHIFTING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Okay. All right, you can
slow down now.

(STAMMERING)
Just slow it down.
Okay?

He's here.
His car just
pulled up.

Well, relax, honey,
we've got nothing
to worry about.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

This better be important,
Lieutenant.
We're on our way out.

Ah, well,
it is important.

What is it?

Uh, well, there's something
I wanna show you.

Can I come in?

He says it's important.
He wants to come in.

HUGH: Well, tell him...
Well, tell him to come in.

You're gonna have to
excuse us, Lieutenant,

we're running
a little late here.

COLUMBO: I appreciate that,
sir. You really threw me
with that speeding ticket.

I couldn't figure out
how you could be in
two places at the same time.

What... Well,
I thought you said
this was important.

Well, where you were
the night of
the murder, sir,

I think that's important.

Lieutenant, we're gonna
plough that field again?

Come on.
I was in Pasadena

getting a speeding
ticket, remember?

I know, sir.
I know it looks that way.

And the ticket does have
the time and the date on it.

But, you see,
I got these photos,

and I looked
at these very...

Ma'am, would you like
to see these pictures?

Just take a minute.

Do you see
anything unusual
in these pictures?

No. (CHUCKLING)
No? You don't
see anything?

No. That's what
I just said. No.

Getting my jacket, Hugh.
We're late.

Okay, honey.

Sir, would you be
interested in looking
at these pictures?

I don't know, Lieutenant.
What are they?

Well, this one is a blow-up
of your picture on your
speeding ticket.

Yeah.

And this one is a blow-up
of another driver
in a convertible

taken four minutes
before your ticket.

Mmm-hmm.
Mmm-hmm.

Do you notice the shadow
under her nose, sir?

Yeah.

But there's no shadow
under your nose,
Mr. Creighton.

None.

So?

If you'll just look at
this other photograph.

This one is of me,

and this was taken today
at the exact same place
and the same time.

And you'll notice
the same shadow
under my nose.

But there's no shadow under
your nose, Mr. Creighton.
None.

Proving what?

Proving that that is
not you in that picture.

That's someone else
wearing a mask.

Someone?
Someone like who?

Maybe your new partner.

Oh, now we're getting
ridiculous, aren't we?

I mean, where would I
get a mask of myself?

And even if I did,
there would still be
a shadow under the nose.

Right?

I think I can
explain that, sir.

Would you mind
coming with me?

Sir, I think
you better come with me.

Appreciate you
coming out, sir,

it makes it easier
to explain.

Just take a minute.
I'm going to get
something from the car.

Oh!

Got it right here.

Had it in my pocket.
Forgotten.

You see, sir?

There's no shadow.

That's just a photograph.

That's just a flat,
cut-out photograph.

Just like the one
you had, sir.

And that's why
there's no shadow.

HUGH: Well, that's
all very interesting.

But you still
haven't placed me
at the beach house.

Well, the gardener's truck
is going to do that, sir.

What gardener's truck?

The gardener's truck
that you drove to
the beach house and back.

You see, the glove marks
on Miss Edwards' neck,

they match the glove marks
on the seat adjustment
lever on the truck.

This Miss Fairbanks' car?
Yeah.

Yeah, I thought it was.

Oh, I got
a search warrant here

to search this
windshield wiper well.

You know, Mr. Creighton,
there's no way you could
have known this,

but there's only one place
in all West Los Angeles

that these berries
could have come from
at this time of the year.

And that's on La Mesa,

the street of trees
that rains berries,

where you parked this car
when you stole the
gardener's truck.

You're under arrest, sir.
Suspicion of murder.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Gotta read you your rights
'cause I wanna make sure
we don't make any mistake.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You know,
anything that you say, they
can hold that against you.

You have the right
to retain a lawyer.

You have the right...
What the hell is that?

(ROCK SONG PLAYING)

(COLUMBO SINGING ALONG)