All language subtitles for McMillan & Wife S00E00 - Once Upon a Dead Man (480p_30fps_H264-128kbit_AAC)

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

[grunts]

You go back to sleep, honey.
Uh, yeah?

[grunts]

Sally?

Sally?

(man)
Comm. McMillan?

This is Central 4, sir.

We just saw
your limousine go by.

And it didn't look like
you were in it.

Well, there's a good chance
I'm not. Did you see who was?

Just your chauffeur, sir,
and Mrs. McMillan, we think.

Did you call the car
and check?

They're not answering, sir.

Oh, all right. Thank you.

[car phone ringing]

[car phone continues ringing]

That's the Commissioner's
ring, Mrs. McMillan.

[phone ringing]
I'll have to answer it.

What woke him up?

I could've sworn he was good
for a solid eight hours.

[phone ringing]
I don't know. Yes, sir.

Where are you, Patterson?

Oh, uh, I'm just breaking in
a new lube job, sir.

Put Mrs. McMillan on.

Mrs. McMillan?

Yes.

You'll know her
when you see her.

She's brunette, thin,
not particularly attractive.

He wants to talk to you.

Hi, darling.

Bring the car back.

What? Oh. What?

I said, "Bring the car back."

Mac, I heard on the 11:00 news,

the longshoreman's strike
was settled,

and I wanted to be at the warehouse
when they unloaded.

I don't want anything to
happen to the sarcophagus.

It's so rare.

So is a good night's
sleep for me.

I promise you
I'll be back as soon as I see...

...the sarcophagus
taken off of the boat,

and put in the armored car.

Don't wait up for me.

Uh, put Patterson on.

Why?
What do you wanna tell him?

Something you shouldn't hear.

Now hang up.

Okay.

John,
he wants to talk to you.

Yes, sir?

Take care of her, Patterson.
She's a nut,

but she's my nut.

And goodnight, Sally.

Goodnight...

[barge horn blowing]

[honking]

[jeep honking]

John. David.

[barge horn blowing]

Mr. Constantine.

Mrs. McMillan.

Looks like we're gonna be able to hold
our auction as scheduled.

Doesn't that
make you feel good?

Yes.

Were you a... a cheerleader
in high school, Mr. Constantine?

What?

Oh, never mind.

Well, what have we got here?
What number is this?

I hope, Mrs. McMillan,

that you're not going to
check every piece with me.

I am perfectly capable
of handling this.

I don't know
anyone more capable.

Thank you.

[barge horn blowing]

I realize that without
your tireless efforts,

none of this
would have been possible.

I couldn't have done it
without you.

Ah, merci.

You, um, are going
to check every piece?

You are.

You'll be here all night.
Your husband will worry.

Will you not concern yourself
with that, please?

Because my husband
goes off worrying at 12:30

and he doesn't come back on
again until 6:00 a.m.

Well, what is it that you are
concerned about, Mrs. McMillan?

You know very well that sometimes
you do not get what you bought.

They substitute phonies
for the real thing.

Now, I do not want that
responsibility on your shoulders,

even though
they are very broad.

[chuckles]

Well, let me get the
collection to the gallery,

and in the morning you can
come in and check to see...

...that everything is in
mint condition. Okay?

Okay.

For real, okay?

[laughs]
For real, okay.

Good.

I'll just see
the sarcophagus before I go.

A sarcophagus is,
by definition, made of stone.

You bought a coffin.

Sarcophagus is nicer.

I just wanna make sure
that it's in...

(both)
...mint condition.

Well, I can't show it
to you right now.

It's still aboard the ship.

So you'll come in
in the morning,

and you'll see it
at the gallery. Hmm?

Mr. Constantine?
Mmm?

They're unloading
the coffin.

That means
I can see it now.

No, no, dear,
you cannot.

To uncrate
such a valuable item,

is a very delicate,
and time-consuming process.

[machine grating]
Mr. Constantine,

I am not leaving
without seeing the sarcophagus.

I think I'm leaving
right this minute.

Hold it. Hold it.

There it is.
And it is in mint condition.

Well, it's...

The crate certainly
is in mint condition.

Now may I see
the sarcophagus?

You don't want me
to open this here and now?

We're going to have
to crate it again.

We will. Henry!

Open this.

[tool bangs]

And be careful.

It's beautiful. Fantastic.

The authenticated coffin
of Caesarion.

Magnificent.

What are you doing?

Well, l, I want to make sure
it's the real one.

When I bought it I put a piece of
chewing gum underneath one of the jewels.

And l...

You didn't.

You did.

Are you satisfied,
Mrs. McMillan?

The Brink's truck is here,

and I'll feel much better
when the coffin is safely inside it.

Thank you for going to
all your trouble, Mr. Constantine.

Good night.

Is it really good night?

Yes.

Good night, Mrs. McMillan.

[vehicle rumbling]

Where to?

I'm just gonna
wait a minute.

I wanna make sure...

...that it's loaded on to
the armored car before I go.

(Patterson)
How much does something
like that cost, Mrs. McMillan?

About $500,000.

[whistles]

$500,000.

That's a lot of money
for a coffin.

Who was it said
you can't take it with you?

Right.

[all honking]

(McMillan)
Let's try Sacramento Street, John.

(McMillan)
It might be a little bit faster.

(McMillan)
Maybe Washington will be quicker.

(McMillan)
Why don't you go to the right here?

(McMillan)
Let's try Sacramento Street, John.

(McMillan)
It might be a little bit faster.

[all honking]

I know I had to go to work,
and I know you had to take me.

But why did we bring the car?

[all continue honking]

Morning.

Morning.

Morning, Ann.

You're very popular
this morning.

The Mayor wants
to speak to you,

uh, Chief Yeakel, and
your wife called four times.

Well, get them back
in order of importance.

Yours or mine?

You have your orders.

[intercom buzzing]

Yes, Ann?

It's Mrs. McMillan calling,
from the gallery.

Hi, honey.

(Sally)
Mac?

Sure.

Um, Mac.

We have a little problem.

Mr. Constantine is disturbed.

He understands that you're going
to be sending police officers...

...to the gallery tonight.

Yes, what's the problem?

Well, I think
it's a question of pride.

He's got his own security,
and he's never had a robbery.

He's a grouch,
but he's a dear.

So could you not send
the police tonight?

Honey, you've got over $3 million
worth of antiques there.

I know. I know.

Mr... He feels
very confident that...

Mr. Constantine.

Uh, what is that?

What's what? Oh.

This is the Fellini clock.

Well,
I didn't... I didn't buy that.

Yes, you did, Mrs. McMillan.

This is number 36
in the catalogue.

Your signature
is on the invoice.

Oh.

Well, it's very beautiful,
isn't it?

[chuckles]

Sorry, darling.

It's just that I just saw something
that I didn't remember buying.

I've seen lots of things
you didn't remember buying.

They're all over our house.

Now, look, I don't want you
to get carried away...

...at that auction tonight,
you hear?

You sound funny.

Am I on...

Are we on the squawk box?

Yes.

Well, there's something
illegal about that.

Certainly immoral, for
a husband to broadcast

[whispers]
his wife's private conversations.

It's staying on.

Oh, it is? Well.

Do you know
that you destroy me,

that you drive me
out of my mind?

That if you were
right here,

I would tear off
your clothes?

Everything about you
makes me mad with desire.

I want you to come home,

so I can run barefoot through
your wild and wavy hair.

Come on home
to your wife who needs you.

Come on home.
Why don 't you come home?

[thudding]
Come on home, Mac.

Mac, um...

You win.

It's just that...

I have something to tell you...

...that I didn't want
anybody else to hear.

What's that?

I'm really crazy about you.

Well,
they could have heard that.

And thanks.

For what?

For not sending the police.

You're welcome.

John,
I didn't expect to see you.

I didn't expect to be here.

The Commissioner is going
to be locked in his office all day.

And I thought maybe I
could be of some help.

A lot of help. I've got about
a hundred things to do,

and I have to be home on time.
I promised.

[engine starting]

[intercom buzzing]

(Ann)
Yes, Commissioner?

(McMillan)
Ann, give me the Mayor, will you?

The Mayor had to
leave his office.

(Ann)
Garbage crisis. Chief Yeakel is here.

Oh, okay, send him in.

Good morning, Mac.

Good morning, Chief.

Just get in?

Yeah, traffic tie-up again.

We're working on it.

Need any help tonight?

I just found out they have
their own security force.

Yeah, but, uh...

Thanks, anyway.

No, I shouldn't.

Hey, something new?

[chuckles]
Yeah,

Sally found it
in a junk shop.

Your car was out last night.

She used it.
Unofficial business.

I know.

I know.

Andy, is it necessary

for you to keep me under
constant surveillance?

You're a commissioner.
We don't want anything to happen to you.

Nothing ever happens
to commissioners.

Here, put that on the desk.

Something might.

Look, Mac,
this is my last year.

If you should get killed,

it would be
very embarrassing for me.

Andy, I didn't take this job,

just to sit in
one of these chairs here,

or behind my desk,
or in my car,

uh, the city's car.

You shouldn't.

Anything else?

Yeah, your chauffeur,
John Patterson.

He's a parolee.

He's an ex-con.

I don't think it's wise
for him to be driving your wife around.

Patterson is part of
a rehabilitation program...

...that Sally and l
believe in very strongly.

I know.

I know. Patterson stays.

That's what the whole auction
is for tonight,

to raise money
to help men like him.

Well, I hope it works out.

It will.

There's just one problem.
Sally.

She's a compulsive bidder,
you know.

I know.

I didn't know that.

[thuds]

Have a good day?

I'll only be five minutes.

Five and a half.

Quick shower.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[water running]

[Sally exclaims]

Did it again, huh?

(Sally)
You better not be laughing.

[thuds]

I don't have any underwear.

What?

I'm short on shorts.

Oh, the laundry
was due back Tuesday.

I should have called.
I'm sorry, Mac.

You're sorry.

Can't you wear
an old pair?

They're shredded.

[whistles]

Did I hear, uh, "shredded"?

I caught them in my zipper.

I guess I can go without any.

(Sally)
Look in my drawer.

Mildred sometimes
mixes things up.

That's impossible.

Didn't you ever put your shorts
in the wrong place?

How soon do you have to know?

[bell clanging]

(woman)
Hello, Water Department. May I help you?

Yeah, I want to report
a broken water main,

on Mason and North Point.

I think you better get a truck or
something as quick as you can.

We'll take care of it
immediately.

Thank you for calling.

I don't see any water
leaks around here. Do you?

We'd better call in
and check it...

[footsteps approaching]

Mac, I'm sorry I'm late.

That was
a long five minutes.

Where are you going?

To get my swimming trunks.

Swimming trunks?

I can't walk
without any underwear.

Would you please hurry,

because I don't want to miss
the bidding on that...

Bidding on what?

The sarcophagus.
It's due to go around 9:00.

Honey, I want your word
you're not going to bid on anything.

You've got it.
Thank you.

Are you going to
bid on anything?

Yes. Well, there's this
unique little Fellini clock.

No.

- Won't go for more than $300.
- No.

The money goes to charity.

Don't forget,
it's deductible.

From what?

- Mac...
- No!

And that means no.

Back, down, sit.

Stay.

[mimics dog]

[car honking]

What's holding us up?

Oh, they're improving
the city.

Do you want me
to wait?

No. Why don't you come back
in about two hours?

Okay.

[door shuts]

Hi, thank you.
Here we go.

Don't be nervous.

Well, I wonder
how far along they are?

[auctioneer chattering]

[door shuts]

Good evening,
Sergeant.

Good evening, Commissioner.

This is Mrs. McMillan.

This is Sgt. Enright
of our force.

Good evening,
Mrs. McMillan.

How do you do?

I didn't know
you were a collector.

Oh, well, l...

The Chief thought
it'd be a good...

Uh, uh, if you'll excuse me, I'm going
to go see how they're doing in there.

I'll be with you
in a minute.

Have a good evening.

Like I was saying, the Chief
thought it'd be a good idea,

if I came down here
and checked out the security.

You said that you didn't need
the police,

not that you didn't want them,
and...

You know, the security
looks very good, sir.

I mean, they've got
all the stuff in one room,

and it's got one door,
and no windows,

and they're gonna bring out
each item separately.

Well, I think
I'll be leaving now, sir.

Good night, Sergeant.

And thank you.

Good night, sir.
You're welcome.

- Mac,
- Hmm?

Come on.

Come on, they've already started.
Come on.

[auctioneer chattering]

I have $3,800 over there,
$3,800.

$4,000.

$4,000 from
the gentleman here, $4,000.

$4,000.

$4,200.

(auctioneer)
$4,200, $4,200, going once, twice.

[gavel thuds]

Sold to Mrs. Windham
for $4,200.

If this is any indication, we're going
to do better than I thought.

Our next item is
number 36 in the catalog:

a Fellini clock.

May we have
the Fellini clock, please.

Benito Fellini was perhaps
the most renowned clock maker...

...in ltaly in the 18th century.

[door opening]

(auctioneer)
Seventh generation of a family
noted for its fine clocks,

dating back to the Dark Ages,

at which time they were
the foremost makers of clocks.

[rustling]

[drilling]

(auctioneer)
Now this item...

...is a fine example
of Fellini's work,

designed by
the master himself,

and executed by one of
his most promising students,

known to us only as Giorgio.

Do I have an opening bid?

(man)
$125.

I have $125. I have $125.
Do I hear more?

Come, come,
ladies and gentlemen,

you all know
the value of this work.

It should go for
more than that.

Don't bid.

Surely you experienced dealers
won't stop here.

Do I have $150?

Do I have $150?

$150.

$150.
I have $150 from Mr. Corday.

Do I hear more?

$200.

$200, Mr. Jacoby.
I have $200.

Excuse me. Did I hear $200?

You did, Mr. Corday.

$250.

$300.

That should be about it.
Yeah?

(Corday)
$350.

$400.

Excuse me.
Did anybody bid past me?

It's only the two of us,
Corday.

$450.

$500.

$550.

$600.

$700.

$750.

$850.

$900.

(auctioneer)
$900, once.

$900, twice.

I didn't mean to do that.

Well, don't tell me. Tell him.

(auctioneer)
Is this it?

Are we all done?

(auctioneer)
Is that it?

Going once,

twice...

$900 to the...

$950.

[sighs]

$1,000.

[people murmuring]

(auctioneer)
$1,000, once. $1,000, twice.

Sold to Mr. Jacoby for $1,000.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the moment we have waited for.

The most valued treasure
in this priceless...

(auctioneer)
Covered with solid gold,

jewel-encrusted,
steeped in history.

(auctioneer)
Admittedly not for...

...the authenticated coffin
of Caesarion,

the son of Julius Caesar
and Cleopatra.

You will find the item
on page 37 of your catalog.

We shall start at $300,000.

[all murmuring]

And now, here,
the prize of the evening is...

(guard)
Gone!

[door rattling]

[door shuts]

Hey, come on.

You're not responsible
for what happened.

Uh-huh.
Uh-uh.

Uh-huh.
Uh-uh.

Yes, I am.

The whole time I was worried
about Constantine and his feelings,

I wasn't even
thinking about you.

Oh, lass,
it's not to worry.

It's slightly embarrassing...

...to have a commissioner
pay to get into a robbery.

Well, how could you anticipate?

You heard
what Sgt. Enright said.

They were professional men.

The job was
ingeniously planned.

It was meticulous.

We could have had
50 men there,

and the results
would have been the same.

Do you really mean that, Mac?

I wouldn't say it
if I didn't.

Yes, you would,
to make me feel better.

- How do you feel?
- Better.

See?

Come on.

That's what I'll tell Yeakel
in the morning,

and I'll tell the Mayor,
too.

Oh, that feels good.

[exclaims]

Mac, you don't think they'll
destroy the sarcophagus, do you?

It's insured, isn't it?

Well, yes,
but you can't insure history.

They can take out the jewels
and melt down the gold.

They won't. If they did,

it would be worth only about
half its present value.

But it would be easier
to dispose of, wouldn't it?

Yeah, but they won't.

If they don't dispose of it,
what are they gonna do with it?

[mumbles]
I don't know.

But we'll get it back.

How?

I don't know.
Let's sleep on it.

Mildred turned the bed down.

Ah.

Oh.

She left us
another note.

You'd better translate it.
You've majored in Mildred.

"Mrs. McMillan,"

or "Mr. McMillan."

That's good.

"Meyer Finebach."

Good.
Who's Meyer Finebach?

Uh...

Uh, will you stop?
How am I going to read it?

[laughs]

"M-Major... Major..."
Um...

"Mayor. Mayor phone back."
Uh, phone, phone the mayor.

Mmm.

You want some coffee?

- Yeah.
- Instant or instant?

Pick one.

Instant.

[coffee pouring]

Hello. This is Stewart
McMillan. Mayor in?

Oh, I see.

No, I'm, I'm returning
his call. Thank you.

He had to go out.

Eleventh-hour negotiations
with the taxi drivers.

[sighs]

Mac, do you think
it was an inside job?

It had to be.

The only problem is there
were a lot of people inside.

What's bothering you?

Nothing.

Oh, nothing.
I've known you so long.

You don't wrinkle up your tie
if nothing's bothering you.

Well,
something happened tonight,

that doesn't make
any sense to me.

And I can't make any sense
out of what it is...

...that doesn't make any sense.

That makes sense.

There is something
that doesn't make sense to...

Won't this coffee
keep you awake?

Not if I don't get
to drink it.

Oh, here.
Watch out, it's hot.

Okay.

There's something that doesn't
make any sense to me.

What?

Do you remember
the Fellini clock?

There's no way that clock
would have gone for $1,000,

if Switzerland
went out of business.

It shouldn't have gone
for more than $350.

Well, then why would, uh,

Jacoby and, uh, Corday,

two knowledgeable
and reputable dealers...

Uh-huh?

...bid $1,000 on a clock
that's worth only $300?

You're right.

You're right.

[shoe thuds]

I think I'll have
a little informal chat,

with Mr. Corday
in the morning.

Why don't you
talk to Jacoby?

He got the clock.

If you want information,
you go to the loser.

You are so smart.

How did you get so smart?

Want some more coffee?

No, I don't want any more coffee.

Just a little,
just to keep you awake?

[cars honking]

(McMillan)
Let's try Sacramento Street, John.

(McMillan)
It might be a little bit faster.

We'll drop Mrs. McMillan
off at the hospital...

Oh, I'm gonna to go to
the auction gallery first.

We'll stop at
the auction gallery.

What's wrong, John?

Well, l, uh...

I guess I'm the one
that's elected.

You're Page 1 today,
Commissioner.

[whistling]

[whistles]

Well, that certainly kicks
the hell out of any anonymity l...

Any anonymity.
Try to say that.

Any ameninity.

That's it, you see?

They all know who I am.

- Sally, would you...
- Yes.

Wait till you hear the rest of the
"would you." It's quite dispassionate.

I would anyway.
I owe you something.

[bell dings]

Good morning.

Good morning.

I simply love
that Victorian cradle...

...that's in your window.

It is an Empire cradle.

It predates the Victorian
era by 50 years.

Oh. Well.

It's so beautiful here.
I'd love to look around.

Oh, you have Seto ware,

Namakara period,
14th century.

Nara period.

No, are you absolutely certain?

And Nara period
is eighth century.

Ah.

Well, I'm interested in
purchasing something, uh.

A clock, perhaps.

You tried last night.

Sir?

[chuckles]

For a moment
I couldn't place you.

Of course, every man sees
a beautiful woman,

and tries to find out
where he met her.

Last night,
the Merryvale auction.

I am found out.

The pleasure is mine.

I really wanted that clock, but,

[mumbles]

Robert, my friend,

he thought
that it was too much.

We had a spat.

See, Robert simply insists
on marrying me,

and I refuse to come between
him and his wife.

I thought maybe...

...the clock would serve
as a reminder...

...of much I really do care.

He could always tell his wife
that it was a business gift.

Couldn't he?

It would be our little secret.

Don't you think?

I think we shared
a moving story.

But truth is rarely
as important as enthusiasm,

when one is telling a tale,
anyway.

- A tale?
- Yes.

And if it isn't,

you have the promise
of my discretion.

I will not reveal Robert
to your husband,

Mrs. McMillan.

Mr. Corday,
I want the Fellini.

- I didn't get the Fellini.
- I know.

What is this?
A test of some kind?

The value of that clock.

You know antiques.

You know them better.

Thank you
for the compliment.

If that clock
was worth $1,000,

if it was worth $1,100.
Why did you stop bidding?

We all have to
stop somewhere.

Please do come back
and take up my time again.

Your perfume and your smile
do something for this heart of mine.

I'm being thrown out.

How can you tell?

[bell dings]

[bell clanging]

While you're at it,
run a check on...

Mac, I blew it.

Run a check on the two
antique dealers as well.

Jacoby and Corday.
Yeah, I'll hold.

You blew it, huh?

Yeah. John, wait a minute.
I left my glove inside.

Press?

Don't worry.
I'll get it.

Well, tell them
I'm not coming in.

Of course I'll be in. I'll be in, in a
half an hour. All right. Okay.

It's the Press.
They want a statement.

Well, you can't
stall them forever.

What are you
going to tell them?

I'll tell them
I don't approve of crime.

What happened
in there?

He recognized me
from last night.

All right,
let's try Jacoby.

Mac, I think
you better tackle Jacoby.

You are a better match for him
than I am.

Commissioner,
Corday's been killed.

[police siren wailing]

[siren blaring]

[people murmuring]

(Sally)
It's something that happens
to somebody else.

You read about it
in the papers, or you...

or you... or you see it
on TV, but...

Just a minute ago,
he was here,

he was talking
in that funny way,

and moving his hands
all around.

You know what?

Until... Until a man d... dies,
you don't think of him as being alive.

I'll have Patterson
take you home.

No, I think I'll go to Merryvale.

Why?

Because I could look over,

and see how we did last night,
or something.

Anyway, I have to go
to the children's clinic.

It's my day.

It's better if I keep busy,
don't you think?

Yeah.

[sobs]
Mac.

- I'll be okay.
- Take care.

I'll see you later.

Oops, Enright is signaling you.
I'll see you later.

Okay.

The medical examiner thinks
it's a, uh, cranial fracture.

But we'll know more from the coroner's
office in a couple of hours.

Yeah, looks like it was
done with a candelabra.

It's the, uh, chief.

Yeah.

(Yeakel)
Good morning, Commissioner.

Looks like
you've bought yourself...

...the local franchise
on trouble.

What were you doing
at Corday's?

He overbid on a clock
last night.

I wanted to know why.

Did you talk to him?

No, my wife did.

I stayed in the car.

I see.

So it's Patterson
who found the body, huh?

Yeah.
She left her glove inside.

He went in to get it.

Look, I'll be back in
the office in about an hour.

I'll talk to you then. Okay?

Okay. Do me a favor, Mac.

Try to avoid the Press
if you can.

How?

(commentator)
Is Comm. McMillan on the hot seat?

Traditionally,
it has been an advantage...

...for a police officer to be
at the scene of a crime.

But for Stewart McMillan,
propinquity is anathema.

Last night he was
an unwilling witness...

...to the theft of the fabulous
coffin of Caesarion.

Today he found himself
a spectator...

...at the brutal slaying...

...of art connoisseur
and antique dealer,

Edmond Corday.

It is being said at city hall,
unofficially, of course,

that the Mayor wants
his commissioner...

...less present and more active.

If results are not
immediately forthcoming,

the city may have
a new crime commissioner.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Mr. Constantine.

He's not in yet.

Oh, hi, Mr. Wortzel.

No one is in yet.

I'm afraid last night
decimated our staff.

How are you feeling,
Mrs. McMillan?

Terrible.

I know.

Gruesome and unexplainable.

Why Edmond Corday?

At best, he was an inept copy
of a human being,

a petty thief.

Certainly to be
the object of a murder,

requires more history
than that.

A petty thief?

His handling of money
not his own,

did not reflect well
on our profession.

Was he bidding for
someone else last night?

I would imagine.

But last night's performance
was not vintage Corday.

He suddenly gave up,

which is not at all
characteristic,

especially where
Jacoby is concerned.

Jacoby.

Yes, an old,
and not too dear, ex-partner.

Ex-partner?

Yes. They were dissolved
about three years ago.

Gregory...

Oh. Where is he?

He's not in yet.

He's not in yet?

(Wortzel)
Not in yet.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

I'll wait.

Mrs. McMillan,
may l...

When do you expect him?

I don't know.

I can't wait.

Mrs. McMillan,
may I present Mr. Stryker.

How do you do?

[grunts]

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're here about
the Fellini clock.

Ah.

I'm afraid
you didn't get it.

You authorized us
to bid up to $350.

Believe it or not,
it went for $1,000.

Oh? $1,000?

Well...

Uh, would you have
Gregory call me...

...just as soon as he can?
Um...

I won't be in town,

for the Beaujold
Estate Auction.

I'd, uh, like to discuss
several bids with him.

Oh, uh,
good to see you.

Sort of a nervous
young man, isn't he?

Is he a dealer?

No, he's a producer.

That's Andre Stryker?

Yes. The Repertory Theatre.

Well, no wonder he's nervous.

His play is opening tonight.
We're going.

And to his party
afterwards?

Well, we were invited.

Oh, do go.

He has the finest collection
of timepieces in the world.

He's a horologist.

As a matter of fact,
I'm surprised...

...his bid was so conservative
on the Fellini,

considering how desperately
he wanted it.

Well, if he wants it
desperately enough,

he can always buy it
from Mr. Jacoby.

I doubt it.

Jacoby would not have bid
that kind of money,

unless he already had a buyer.

(McMillan)
It's not Patterson.

A man has a criminal record,

therefore he's
automatically suspect?

Wrong.

No more wrong than your using
that record as his defense.

How do you want
your coffee?

Black.

Patterson should've
spotted the body...

...as soon as he opened
the front door.

But it took him a full minute
to report back,

and I have that on
the best of authority.

- Oh, yeah, who?
- You.

Well, all right,
he was probably shocked.

- 10 seconds.
- He went to look at the body.

Another 10 seconds.

[liquid pouring]
Patterson is a pro.

He wouldn't have
touched anything.

[machine thuds]

You don't owe Patterson
any loyalty.

No, loyalty is something
you can buy at a pet shop...

...for $20.

I owe him trust.
You got another dime?

I'll look.

Excuse me, sir,
I've got a full report on Corday.

Where is it?

- Well, I left it in the car.
- Oh.

Anyway,
his record was clean.

Incomplete on Jacoby.

Oh, and the lab sent up
this report,

and, uh, there weren't
any fingerprints on the candelabra.

Well, obviously Patterson
was wearing gloves.

How about
a couple of nickels?

Yeah.

Patterson always
wears gloves when he drives.

So does my wife.
At least one.

[machine thuds]

(Yeakel)
Give him another dime.

Andy, did you ever think that maybe
somebody else was in the store...

...when Sally was
talking to Corday?

She said herself
he was nervous, evasive.

After she went out,

he killed Corday
and walked out the back door.

I'm afraid not, sir.

That back door
was padlocked.

So the killer had to go out
the front door.

(Yeakel)
Uh, Commissioner, with your permission,

I'd like to ask Mrs. McMillan
a few questions.

Corday may have told her
something important.

She would have told me.

She may not know
what she knows,

or what the killer thinks
she knows.

If there was anything to know,
she'd know.

She's Fred Hull's daughter,
remember?

Fred Hull was
a great criminologist.

That doesn't make it
hereditary.

No, but she grew up
in the business.

She knows a clue
when she meets one.

Come on.

[Ann knocks]
Commissioner,

it's your office on the phone.

Oh, thank you.
Come on.

What's so funny?
What did I say?

[whispers]
What's so funny?

[whispers]
What did I say?

[whispers]
Did I really say that?

- Mrs. McMillan.
- Yes.

I'm Dr. Hinton.

I wonder if could observe
your next class?

Sure.

I hope you don't mind
my sitting in.

No, of course not, Doctor.
Corday!

Corday didn't have it.

I'm sorry.
I didn't understand that.

He didn't have
the hearing aid.

[siren wailing]

Well, where is the car?

Oh, it's tied up
in traffic.

(Enright)
Guess he had trouble parking.

(Yeakel)
Why is there so much traffic at this hour?

There's that movie company
shooting around the corner. You okayed it.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Go get the car.

No, wait a minute,
we'll walk.

Have Patterson follow us.

Oh, Commissioner.

Yeah?

If I was married to
Mrs. McMillan...

She'd be Mrs. Yeakel.

...I wouldn't have Patterson
drive her when she was alone.

You know, we have
a complete file on him.

Enright,
bring me that file.

There's nothing about
Patterson you can tell me that...

...I don't already know, Andy.

[honking]

He's been with us
over a year now.

He's too smart
to get involved.

Yeah, but it's not
just Patterson.

You see,
he was part of a gang,

most of whom have not been
rehabilitated by Mrs. McMillan.

- Thanks, Enright.
- Yeah.

They come in all flavors.

Assault, battery,
armed robbery, murder.

Oh, here's a beauty.

Classic nut.

Kills without reason.

You know him.
His name is Dewhawk.

Annie, this is Mrs. McMillan.
Is he there?

Can he be reached?

Lunch. Well, maybe I could
ring him in the car?

He didn't take the car?

Well, listen, could you tell him
when you hear from him,

that I'm at the clinic,
and to please call me?

And if I'm not right here
and he can't get me on the phone,

to try anyway.

'Cause I've got some
important information for him...

...that I found out
about Mr. Corday.

Don't forget, okay? Okay.

Hi, where have you been?

I was in
a meeting all afternoon...

- I left you a dozen messages.
- ...on drug abuse.

- Good.
- Is there anything wrong?

- Are you okay?
- No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Can I come into my house?

Why didn't you answer
my calls?

I tried to call,
all afternoon,

but you were on both phones.

Someday, Sally, you're gonna
have to tell me how you do that.

Look, it's... it's been
a rough day for both of us.

Let's, uh,
let's start again.

Hi.

Hi.

(both)
Mmm.

Mac, he didn't have it.

I knew that all along.

Who didn't have it?

Corday.

Of course he didn't.

Corday didn't have what?

Uh, uh...

What's the word?
A hearing aid.

Yes, he did.
No, he didn't.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Uh-uh.

- Uh-huh.
- Well, no, he did.

He did have it
at the auction,

but he did not
have it at the shop.

He didn't?

No, but he heard
every single word I said.

He actually didn't,
and yet he did.

Right.

What you're saying is
that the hearing aid was a fake.

- Right.
- Or?

Or it was, uh, uh,

whatever you
were going to say.

It was some kind
of receiving device.

Someone was
sending him signals.

Someone who needed time
to steal the coffin.

Corday had to
keep the bid going...

...till they could get
the coffin out.

That means Jacoby
was in it with him.

- He was?
- Mmm-hmm.

How?

- You don't know?
- Do you?

Your father would have
demoted you to a niece.

It takes two
to keep a bid going.

They had to be
working together.

Why didn't I think of that?

Nevertheless, you have one hell of a mind.
You know that?

You have a very poor
but pleasing sense of direction.

It's good to
have you to talk to...

- I know.
- ...to work things out with.

- I know.
- to...

[inaudible]

Do we have to
go out tonight?

Yes, the theatre.

Yuck.

You want a martini?

Yeah.

Mac,
I just thought of something.

What?

Corday and Jacoby would not have
been working together.

Do you remember Mr. Wortzel,
the... the auctioneer?

He told me
they weren't very friendly.

Oh?

How friendly weren't they?

Well, he said they were ex-partners
that didn't speak.

Who was it who said:

"The love of money

is the mucilage of
many a fractured friendship"?

I think
it was you or Snoopy.

It was me.

[chuckles]

What I have to
find out now is...

...if it was possible
to steal the coffin...

...in the time it took
to bid on the clock.

How much time
would you say it took?

I really don't know.

Make a guess.
Five minutes?

Yeah,
I'd say about five minutes.

That's a good guess.

Is that time enough
to steal something...

...as heavy and
cumbersome as a coffin?

Well, I'm really not that familiar
with the stealing of...

...car... sar... sarcophaguses.

Sarcophagi?
What's the plural?

- Coffins.
- Ah.

From what you told me,

that coffin had to weigh at least
a couple of hundred pounds.

That's an awful lot
of dead weight for two...

Uh, that's no pun intended.

I'll try and forget it.

For two people to
crawl through a tunnel.

Why two people?

Well, they had to go single file.

It was only
about that wide.

Can it be done
in five minutes, and was it?

That is the question.

(together)
Arriba. Abajo. Al centro. Al dentro.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

What time does
the gallery close?

I think
they're already closed.

Oh.

I wonder if I can get
Constantine to open up for me.

What time
is the theatre?

Unfortunately it's 7:30.
It's opening night.

Oh, look,
why don't you go on ahead?

I'll catch up with you later.

If you don't want to go alone,
you can call somebody.

Chester.

Chester. He's no fun.

What about your mother, then?
She loves opening nights.

What about dinner?

Oh, I'll eat at the party.

Are we going?
I wasn't sure.

We have to.

I'm representing the mayor.
The mayor.

He's locked in
the elevator strike.

Are you going to be
using the car?

The, uh, the... the Chief thinks
that, uh,

uh, Patterson is involved
in this somehow.

Well, that's ridiculous.
You know that.

What kind of evidence
does he have?

Hypothetical
and circumstantial.

The very thing that you've been
fighting your whole life.

You make me sound most noble.
I like it.

You are.

Why don't you just thank him
for his concern,

and tell him that I feel
perfectly safe with John.

Sure?

Really.

Okay. You take the car.

Unless you want it, Mac.
I could take a cab.

No, I don't want you
to take a cab,

unless you don't want
to take the car.

I'd be perfectly happy
to take a cab,

if you want to take the car,

but, believe me,
I don't want to take a cab,

because I don't
want to take the car.

I'd only take the cab so that
you wouldn't have to take a cab,

because I've taken the car.
I'll take the car.

I'll take a drink.

[grunting]

(Enright)
How much time now?

Seven minutes, 14 seconds.

Sorry to hear that.
My wife and I figured...

...it only took five minutes
to bid on the clock.

Yeah, that's what I thought,
five minutes at the most.

- I thought you had left.
- You said you were leaving.

Well, l, uh,

I hung around unofficially.

Well, I've never been
to an auction.

Hey, what if they use three guys
to carry that thing through?

All the evidence indicates
only two men stole the truck.

Okay, Joe. Thanks.
That's all.

Where did Constantine go?

Oh, I want to thank him.

Finished already?

Yes.

[grunts]

The last 24 hours
have been rather tense,

and yoga is the way I relax.

Did you find
what you wanted to know?

I'm afraid we found out
what we didn't want to know.

They couldn't have taken
the coffin in five minutes.

Uh, how did you arrive
at five minutes?

Well, that's how long we figured
it took to bid on the clock.

We just timed it
going through the tunnel.

It took a little over
seven minutes.

Uh, the bidding took seven and a
half minutes, precisely.

How do you know that?

Well, I was watching the Fellini.
It was working.

Everything we sell
is in mint condition.

Well, then they could have
taken it.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Uh, sorry to have
interrupted your meditation.

(McMillan)
Good night.

Good night.

Well, where are we going?

Jacoby's.

I'd like to ask him
a few questions.

I don't think you're gonna get
any answers, Commissioner.

[all chattering]

[music playing]

Who knows
what it was all about, huh?

I want to tell you something,

I'm not going to
t-try and figure it out.

If the writer wants a collaborator,
then let him hire me.

I don't know, Harv.

I was thrown the minute
I got into the theatre.

Who needs naked ushers?

(woman)
I love them.

[all continue chattering]

I'm sorry to keep you waiting
so long alone, Mother.

I was just talking to
that delightful young man.

That delightful young man...

...was the star of
tonight's play.

- Oh?
- Yes.

I didn't recognize him
dressed.

You want to go out
and get some fresh air?

- Yes, definitely.
- Okay.

Oh, uh,
put your shawl on, darling.

Okay, here.

Is that it?
What's it doing here?

This is sort of
a crazy party.

I was coming down
the stairs,

and everyone was
talking about the play.

You should have heard
some of the things...

(Emily)
Careful!

Oh, you almost walked
right through this glass.

You're right.

Mr. Stryker, you really should have
these doors marked.

Ah, I know, I know.
I keep forgetting it.

I've almost gone
through them myself.

Let me
replenish this for you.

I understand that
clocks are very symbolic.

Psychologically,
the heartbeat means mother.

Mother.

Ah, Stryker.

Commissioner, welcome.

I'm sorry I couldn't make it
to your play this evening.

I'll try to catch it
later on in the week.

Well, l, uh, doubt very much
if that will be possible.

We were a flop.

You certainly couldn't
tell it from your guests.

Ah, well, there is never
so much happiness,

as that over
someone else's failure.

Well, I'm sorry.

My loss pales
in comparison with yours.

My loss?

The coffin.

Oh.

Magnificent workmanship.

Oh, allow me to
lead you to your wife.

Thank you.

Ah, ah, ah! No, no!
Don't do that!

[sighs]

I was just
looking at it.

I'm sorry, my dear.

But the less one moves
precious objects,

the less danger
there is of harming them.

Ah, this is for
your mother-in-law.

They are out on the terrace.

Now, let's get some food in you.

- It's a good thing Mac didn't come,
he would've... - Mac!

Hi.

Hello, Mother.

Commissioner.

I know that's for me.
Thank you, darling.

Hi, darling.

Hi.

What's the matter?

Oh, you two go ahead
and talk.

Don't worry about me.

Ted can drop me
off later, all right?

Okay.

(all)
Good night.

[sighs]

What's the matter?

Jacoby's been killed.

Jacoby.

Let's go home.

Okay.

Do you... do you have any idea
who might have done it?

Somebody is masterminding
this whole thing,

and anticipating me
100 percent.

What are you looking for?

Oh, I don't know what
I did with my purse. I must've...

Mr. Stryker.

Did you lose something?

Well, yes. I can't... I can't seem
to find my purse.

Oh, well.

Ah-hah!
Oh, there it is.

Is this, uh...

- No.
- No, no.

Sorry
we're leaving so early.

We had
a very nice time.

May I suggest that you use
the rear elevator?

It will save you
a thousand goodbyes.

No, no.
Please, don't touch that.

You know,
there's one thing.

Hmm?

Well,
what happened to Mr. Jacoby,

it does clear John.

I mean, he's been
downstairs all night.

I don't see the car.

Dark blue limousine?

Yes.

Well, he took off
some time ago.

[honks]
Oh, no. There he is.

[car door shuts]

(Patterson)
I'm sorry. I...

I hope you didn't have
to wait too long.

Oh, no,
we just came down.

Where were you?

Uh, I went for cigarettes.

It's hard to find a place open
in this neighborhood.

I didn't expect
you'd be leaving so soon.

[car door shuts]

(Sally)
Mac?

Go to sleep, honey.
Don't get up.

Too late. I think I'm up.

[sighs]
You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Want something to eat?

No, thank you.

How about some juice?

Uh-uh.

(Sally)
How about some company?

No, Sally. Go to sleep.

You didn't sleep
all night.

You know how I know?

Your side of the bed's
too neat.

- What time is it?
- Mmm-mmm.

6:00.

Why not call the office
a little later,

and tell them you're not going
to come until real late?

Who are you calling?
Nobody's going to be there.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

(McMillan)
Sgt. Enright, did I get you up?

Yes, of course you woke me.

What sort of stupid question is that
at this time of the morning?

This is the Commissioner.

Hello, Commissioner.
No, you didn't wake me.

It's perfectly all right.
Good morning.

Meet me at Jacoby's at 7:30.
Right?

Right.

Dressed. Get dressed.

[mumbling]

Damn!

Does that "damn"
have any significance,

or is that
just speculation?

I've spent 14 years...

...practicing criminal law,

freeing men
I thought were innocent.

If I could be so sure...

...of an innocent man,

why can't I find
one guilty man?

Sally, the murderer
is someone we know.

Someone we've been talking to
in the last 36 hours.

Somebody
I've felt is innocent,

and that's what's
kicking me in here.

You didn't make
any mistakes, Mac.

God, I hope not.

Why don't you just go back
to bed for a little while?

I couldn't sleep.

Who said
anything about sleeping?

Is that always the answer?

Ask any "A" student.

Enright?

Enright.

[door opening]

[McMillan grunts]

[grunts]

Dewhawk!

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

Help that man, please.

[car honking]

[tires screech]

[car continues honking]

[honking]

Hey, those guys are
swiping our bikes.

[honks]

[tires squeal]

[cars honking]

[brakes squealing]

[bell clanging]

[tires squeal]

[tires screech]

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

[car honking]

[horn blaring]

[shouts]

[body thuds]

[car honking]

[siren wailing]

(woman)
Nurse Kenner.

Nurse Kenner, please.

[groans]

I feel for you, Mac.

(McMillan)
Not now. It wouldn't
do you a bit of good.

Maybe I can massage it?

No, no, no, no.

Just leave me alone.

[grunts]

Hurts that much, huh?

Oh, Sally, it's...

Even my lips are limping.

I'm all right.

You know what
I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna go down
to the pharmacy,

and get you some of that liniment
that my mother still uses.

Well, Commissioner.

I understand you've been
getting in some exercise.

How's Patterson?

The doctor says
he's going to be okay.

Good.

That's a very
courageous thing you did.

Only until
you think about it.

Once you do, it's stupid.

What if I had
caught up with him?

Interesting thought.

Oh, I got to run.
Doctor! I'm Chief Yeakel.

Is it possible
for one of my men...

...to speak to Patterson
sometime this afternoon?

I'm afraid not. He took a bullet
in the shoulder...

...and he's got
a slight concussion.

Andy.

Patterson's one of us
good guys.

He almost got himself killed
trying to save me.

- I know.
- I know.

But you still feel
he might know something.

Well, he could help.

Somebody wanted to get rid
of those two antique dealers.

Somebody succeeded.

Wonder what
they were looking for?

Anything in
Dewhawk's pockets?

[elevator bell dings]

(woman)
Nurse Davenport. Nurse...

Oh, Enright,
hold that elevator.

(Yeakel)
Sorry, I have to rush, Mac.

Go down to Jacoby's shop.

See if you can get an idea...

...of what
they were looking for.

Hold it, Charlie.
I'll go with you.

[Sally clears throat]

Just where do you think
you're going?

Back to Jacoby's.

Oh, no, you're not.

You're going to go home and
you're gonna take a long, hot bath.

That would be best,
wouldn't it, Doctor?

Nope.

Drop you off at home.

No?

That's what my nurse says.

[Sally exclaims]
Dr. Reiner.

I think I'll go
to the gallery.

I still don't know
how well we did.

And then, I can walk there...

I'll pick you up after.

Hi, Commissioner.

Oh, I'm sorry
I missed you at Jacoby's.

[elevator bell dings]

It went up instead of down.

I do not care
if you have a search warrant.

You have no right
to go through...

...my brother's
personal effects.

This is something
we must do, Madame Jarnac.

I'm very sorry.

You, more or less,

ran the business
for your brother.

Did you not, madame?

My brother
was the business.

I was his secretary,
the bookkeeper.

To whom did your brother
extend credit?

Only to a reputable collector...

...or to an old customer.

Then we can safely assume...

...that the buyer was known
to your brother?

Yes.

Why do you think your brother
was picked to make the bid?

My brother was...

...one of the foremost authorities
on clocks in this country.

Nowhere in America...

...will you find a collection
as fine as those.

Yes.

Did your brother have
any business dealings with...

...Andre Stryker?

(Jarnac)
No.

Don't you consider that odd?

Odd?

Yes.

A noted collector,
a renowned dealer.

It seemed natural for them to be
doing business together.

We dealt with him years ago,

when my brother and
Edmond Corday were partners.

You don't like him.

I do not consider him worthy
of like or dislike.

Did you ever tell your brother
how you felt?

Yes.

I forbade him
to deal with that man.

Well, then if he were
representing Stryker...

...in bidding for the clock,
we now know...

...why he didn't tell you.

[clock chiming]

Don't you agree?

Yes.

[bell clanging]

Uh, Commissioner,
why don't we stick with the car?

If it's that far.

- If what's far?
- Wherever you're going.

You obviously have a destination
in mind, the pace you're setting.

Last night at the party,

Stryker talked about
the coffin as if he'd seen it.

Yet it was stolen before
it was ever on display.

Is there
a phone booth around?

I want to call my wife.

Well, yeah, I think
I can find one, Commissioner.

[siren wailing]

I want you to make
a phone call, too,

I want you to get as much
information from whomever...

...about Andre Stryker
as quickly as possible.

[exclaims]

Uh, Commissioner.

How about, uh, Shamerman?

He's a good cop
and a theatre buff.

That's fine.

(both)
Do you have change for a quarter?

You know, I never expected to get
that much money for those candelabras.

Oh, yes, of course.

[phone ringing]
Oh, excuse me.

Yes?

Just a moment.
It's for you.

Oh, thank you.

Hello.

Oh, hi, darling.
How are you feeling?

Well, I can give a pretty
good imitation of a man walking.

Good. I think we're going
to be a little longer than I thought.

So why don't l
take myself home?

Well, I'm going to be
tied up, too.

Why don't I check with you
later when I'm finished?

Don't hang up.
There's something I want to ask you.

Why would I hang up?

Because that's what you
always do when you're preoccupied.

Oh, don't be silly.
I'll see you later, Mac.

[exclaims]

Mac. Mac?

What is it?

Don't you ever get tired
of being right?

Is he still there?
Can you talk?

Uh, uh...

Uh, no.

All right.
Be careful how you answer.

[mumbling]

Well, not that careful.

I want to be able
to understand you.

[muttering]

Last night,
Stryker mentioned the coffin...

...in very descriptive terms,

almost as if he had seen it.

Oh, that'd be impossible.
It wasn't on display.

You goofed, didn't you?

[mumbles]

[garbled]
He's sitting right here.

[clears throat]

Were there ever any pictures
of it taken in the newspaper,

or have there been
any in the art magazines?

[mumbles]

Mrs. McMillan,
are you all right?

[garbled]
I'm all right.

[exclaims]

Uh, I'm fine, Mr. Wortzel.
Thank you very much.

[clears throat]

No. None.

I know the family very well.

And they don't like
having their pictures taken.

They're very private.

It's been like that
for centuries.

You mean
there never were any pictures?

Right.

Okay. Thanks,

[mumbles]
I'll see you later.

[mumbling]

You know, that's a lot of money
for candelabras.

Okay, here's what I got.

Stryker came out of nowhere
about seven years ago.

And the impression is
he's got lots of money.

And most people
think it's inherited,

'cause he's never had
a hit play.

But it wasn't.

The family didn't have
any money.

He's unmarried,
takes 10 to 20 trips a year,

most of them to Europe
to see plays.

Sounds like
a good cover-up,

if you're dealing
in stolen art.

Let's go see
Mr. Andre Stryker.

You wanna walk
or take the car?

Let's walk.

To the car.

[bell clanging]

All right.

(McMillan)
Hold it.

[guns firing]

Commissioner.

Next time
let me go first.

What next time?

[people chattering]

(Enright)
We're just about finished here.

Another hour or so,
at the longest.

Okay.

Thanks for
the information.

Look, they were booked on
Merridian Airlines,

but I don't think Merridian Airlines
has any freight service.

So you better check
all planes...

...large enough to carry
a coffin, just in case,

and, uh, the docks, too.

You know, Commissioner,
I don't think

Stryker was taking anything
out of this country...

...but himself on this trip.

But it's, uh,
routine to check...

...and if we didn't do it,
it wouldn't be routine. And...

You know,
just between us,

I've never been involved
in a situation like this.

There's not one suspect
in this theft that's not dead.

I mean, there's no one left
among the who-did-its...

...to tell us
what they did with it.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.
It's been nice talking to you.

[phone continues ringing]

Hello. Yes, speaking.

Oh, hi.

Yeah. Sure.
I'll be glad to tell him.

Right. Bye-bye.

You know,

I bet it was Stryker...

...who masterminded
this whole thing, sir.

Yeah,
Stryker who killed Corday.

Blackmail.
Wanted to keep him quiet.

The only trouble
with that theory is,

is that no one saw Stryker
come out of the store.

If he didn't come out
of the store,

and we didn't find him
in the store,

well, then where was he?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey.

Yeah.

You think...

Yeah, why not? I mean, there were a
couple of these in Corday's store.

- One was larger, too.
- Yeah.

Where did you
open this thing?

Uh, I don't know, I just, uh,

I just sort of... I hit it.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay,
but I'm disgusted.

[exclaims]

Oh, excuse me, sir, I didn't
know you were getting in.

A man could hide in here.
Look.

Yes. It's big enough.
Sure.

Yeah. Only problem is, sir,
I think it looks airtight.

I mean, a person couldn't
breathe, could he?

I mean, if a man
stayed in that place...

...as long as
we were in the store,

he'd be dead.
Wouldn't he?

[grunts]

Oh, by the way, that was
your wife on the phone.

She said she was finished
down at the gallery.

- Thank you.
- Oh, Commissioner.

Look, if you like that thing
that much,

why don't you wait until
they sell off the estate?

Here. Be careful of it.

What did Stryker say?

"You don't move
precious things."

- Uh, Commissioner.
- Yeah? Oh.

- I'll call your car later.
- Yeah.

(Sally)
Hi.

- Hi.
- You're walking better.

I try harder.
Been waiting long?

- Uh-uh.
- Mac, you look awful.

Thank you.

You do.
You look exhausted.

You know what you're gonna do
when you go home?

You're gonna take
a nice, long, hot bath.

What does the doctor know?

Then you're gonna sleep
the clock away.

I can't. I have to go out.
Official business.

Mac, you can't be serious.

You're serious.
Do you remember today? Today?

Today was the day

you took the torture tour
of the seven hills on a bike,

not to mention being slugged,
mugged, bludgeoned, and shot at.

All in no less than
six hours.

Well, when you're
having fun, time flies.

Oh, Mac, can't you...

Watch out.
Look out, look out.

Can't you call...
Thanks.

Can't you call the mayor,

and tell him
that he can fill in for you?

I mean,
he owes you about ten.

- Just tell him...
- I can't get hold of him.

He's been locked in
a teacher's strike since morning.

I'll be home early.

I have to go home
and change.

Mac,
just out of curiosity,

if we're going home,

wouldn't it be faster
to take a cab?

I want to go down to the basement
and satisfy my curiosity.

Sarcophagus?
What do you know?

What do you think?

I think I don't think the coffin was
taken out of the gallery.

Just moved
a short, safe distance.

I knew
you were thinking.

What do you mean,
a short, safe distance?

Last night, Stryker said something
about moving precious things.

Stryker's too meticulous.

He wouldn't move that coffin
through the tunnel in such a short time.

There's no way.

You mean, the whole thing with the
sawhorses and the guys in five minutes and...

..."could two guys do it,
one at each end,"

and all that stuff
was just an act?

That's Stryker.

What a performance.

(guard)
Hold it! No one's allowed in there.

Hello, Commissioner.

We just wanted to
take a look around.

Oh, sure.
Okay, just be careful.

They... They think
that wall could collapse.

Right.

(McMillan)
What's in there, George?

All the stuff for
the next couple of auctions.

(George)
It's our main storage room.

Yeah?

May we take a look?

Well, no one's supposed
to go in...

Thank you.

...but in your case,

I... I guess
I can make an exception.

(Sally)
Well, it's needle-in-a-haystack time.

Size is in our favor.

It's not in there.

There's only a certain number of places
where one can stash a coffin.

Still,
it can be hidden behind, uh,

everything.

Yeah, well, take a beginning.

Mac, help me move this.

This is exactly
the same crate...

...that they unloaded
the sarcophagus in...

...when I went down
to the warehouse that night.

Just exactly.
Now, wait a minute.

Move it, that's heavy.

It's gonna be in here.
This is gonna be it.

[grunts]

[coughing]

I don't think
it's going to be in here, Mac.

Oh, here we go.

Well, so much for logic.
Let's try instinct.

I think
I'm out of it.

Sally?

[glass clinking]
In here?

No, it's too shallow.

Hey.

Mac!

A mummy case, Cleopatra.
Think of it.

An Egyptian mummy, that's it.
Cleopatra.

Cleopatra, the mother,
Caesarion, the son.

It's... It's inside.
The womb, the tomb.

It's Stryker.
That's the way he would think.

It's very appropriate.

It's propitious.
Come on, Mac, hurry up.

[mumbling]

Oh.

Come on, Mac.
It's going to be in here.

I know that
it's gonna be in here, Mac.

We gotta figure out
how to open this thing.

Do you know how
to open these?

Sally,
you could get clobbered.

To open one of these...

[muttering]

Oh.

Wow.

He's really beautiful,
isn't he?

Yeah.

Your instincts are alive
and well and living in...

Oh-oh.

- We're leaving.
- Why?

Stryker wouldn't
do it alone.

Why would he hide it here?

How could he get it
out of here?

He had to have an accomplice,
somebody that worked in the gallery.

Who?

I think Constantine.

Constantine...

It seems, Mrs. McMillan,

that each and every time
we meet...

...there is
the same recurring problem:

how to get rid of you.

Here I am again,

struggling with
that same problem.

It does seem endless.

Endless.
Oh, I like that word.

Let's keep it that way.

It would be foolish
to kill us.

Foolish, yes, but

that does not make it
any less necessary.

Um, the guard.
The guard knows we're here.

I hope so.

He will be the one
who discovers your bodies,

victims of a cave-in.

I... I heard him
warn you before.

He's making his rounds.

We'll wait till
he gets upstairs.

One question.

I'm intrigued.

There's something
I'm dying to know.

Did you hide in a case like this
after you killed Corday?

That's a dangerous assumption.

Yeah, well,
these are dangerous times.

A man would suffocate
if he were in a case like that...

...for any length of time.

- Not if he practiced Sunyata.
- What?

Sunyata, Sally,
is a discipline of yoga.

And I think Mr. Constantine,
who is an expert, would agree...

...that if one were serious
about it,

one could maintain
a state of suspended animation...

...for some time.

And that's how
you stayed inside so long...

...without suffocating.

Mac, are you okay?

(McMillan)
Are you okay?

I'm fine.

[clattering]

Call the police.

[grunts]

[groans]

[metal clanging]

[grunting]

[yells]

[exhales]

[sighs]

(Enright)
I'll meet you guys downtown.
I've got my own car outside.

Okay, now I think
I can answer your questions.

You see, the Chief felt...

...that none of this
would have happened,

if, uh, Corday hadn't
been so greedy,

wanted a little bit
bigger piece of the action.

And so, uh,
Constantine killed him.

Hey, what are you going to do
about that coffin?

I mean, are you going to hold
a... a new auction?

No. There are several
collectors that have said...

...that they definitely
wanted it.

So I'm going to sell it
to the highest bidder.

You okay, Commissioner?

How did Constantine
plan to get rid of it?

That was Stryker's job.

He had contacts,
mostly in Europe.

Yes, that's why, uh,
Constantine used him.

Oh, so Dewhawk and Wilson
were working for Stryker?

Right.

Why did they kill
the... the second guy, um,

uh, uh, the antique...

Jacoby.

Jacoby?

Come on, darling.

Well, uh, probably,
you see,

Stryker felt
that he knew too much,

and, uh, would incriminate
all of them.

Can I give you a lift,
uh, Commissioner?

No, Charlie.
We're going to take a taxi.

It seems every time
I get into a police car...

[chuckling]

Yeah, well, l, uh,
I understand.

Well, congratulations
and, uh, good night.

Good night, Sergeant.

How are you feeling?

Mmm?

I seem to be asking you that
an awful lot these days.

As long as I'm around to say
"I'm okay," I don't mind.

Why don't you skip
tonight?

Under the circumstances,
I'm sure that the Mayor could...

- No, he can't.
- He can't.

Mmm-mmm.

Uh, Sergeant,
Chief Yeakel.

Chief Yeakel
could do it.

It's the Police
Athletic League, isn't it?

No, no, no. I promised I'd be...
I'd be there.

I'll be home early.

What is it tonight? What is it
that's so important?

What are you doing?

Refereeing the championship
basketball game.

Is that you, Mac?

(McMillan)
No, it's me, Jim.

Jim?

Yeah, the Mayor.

Mac asked me
to fill in for him.

He's busy.

I voted for you
in the last election.