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Chris: Two years ago, my cousin,

the police commissioner of New York City and I

decided to spend our vacation

in the ancient Indian town of Taos.

Naturally, the first place my cousin wanted to visit

was the sheriff's office.

That's how we met Sheriff Sam McCloud.

It was the happiest holiday I ever had.

Sam and I spent wonderful hours together on the mesa,

and through his eyes, I learned the beauty of nature.

With Sam on my mind, I returned to Taos the next year.

This time, I was able to convince Sam

that an orientation with New York police

modern methods and equipment, under its trainee program,

would be of great benefit to his office.

In this way I was able to entice Sam to New York.

Marshal McCloud.

Hey, you spotted me.

Special delivery.

Well... Much obliged, sergeant.

You sure this is official police business?

She's the commissioner's cousin.

Yeah, I placed her perfume.

Yeah, no, that's, uh, that's not official.

You were right.

Thanks a heap.

Well, look what just blew in off of mesa.

- Lonesome Sam. - Thank you, ma'am.

Step right in, spraddle out, and sit a spell.

Did you spot me way down there from way up here?

Hm. No.

Now, you forget, marshal,

that I too have police blood pumping in every artery.

So I said to myself

where else would I find a Sam McCloud

on a Sunday in New York?

You'd be right handy on a manhunt.

My specialty.

Now...

about that policeman.

One who delivers your personal mail by pony express.

He's a love, isn't he?

Well, if you say so.

Although, I think he's got it all figured out

where I'm using my big connections

to get myself a soft job

with the New York police force.

Big connections? Me?

Well, you got 'em.

And you don't want anyone to think that

you'd use a woman to get ahead.

Well...

I'd be much obliged.

That's an indecent proposal if I ever heard one!

And a little insulting one to boot!

So you'd be much obliged.

That... does sound indecent.

Your assignment here is to study big-city police procedures.

And you can't hardly do that down in Tacos.

It's Taos.

I told you, tacos is a corn-meal flapjack

with carne asada, frijoles, salsa...

I'll treat you to one sometime.

I accept.

You got the young lady's address.

Mm-hm.

Well, guess that ought to meet the tariff?

Why sure, Tex, and then some!

Ought to be ten or twenty cents left over!

Keep it for your honesty.

Well, Chris...

By golly, I've got to admit I've had a real fine day.

I have to admit it, too.

You call me up when you get safe inside

so I won't lay awake worryin' about you. You hear?

You're an adorable marshal.

Hasta manana.

Ellen: You're hurting me!

Take your hands off me!

Now, get out of here!

Man 1: Not till we get this settled, Ellen.

Ellen: I didn't take it. How many times should I tell you?

I didn't take it.

Man 1: That's not what Rissient said.

Ellen: Rissient. Look, I tell you.

He's lying, he took it.

Ellen: I've had enough! I'm through.

Do you hear me?

You can get someone else to make your delivery.

Man 1: You know there isn't enough time for that.

After I get through with you

you'll make that delivery tomorrow.

Man 1: Now, what did you do with it?

Ellen: Keep this up and I won't be able to go to Paris.

Man 1: Alright, but don't think you're gonna get away with this.

Don't you think that somebody ought to see

if the lady's alright?

You, uh, ain't a native New Yorker.

Huh, well, I'm workin' on it.

Well, we got a policy of "Don't mess in."

Man wants to belt his wife around,

you take a poke at him, she sticks a shiv in you.

The best thing about not takin' sides, Mac

is knowin' you ain't on the wrong one.

Huh. Well, that must be a great satisfaction.

Howdy, ma'am, Lonesome Sam.

You can rest easy, marshal.

I'm all tucked in, and plum tuckered out.

Hey, Chris, suppose you needed someone right now in a hurry.

Is that a firm offer?

Uh, you're too much.

No, I mean, suppose you had to holler for help.

Who'd come a-runnin'?

In this town?

They'd all run the other way.

Oh, there's this ruckus down the hall.

Man and woman kickin' up a fuss.

Thought maybe she might be gettin' the worst of it.

Sam, you didn't get involved!

No, no, no. I'll be a native in no time.

Good! Now, there's no percentage in...

Excuse me.

Going down.

Hey, open up in there!

Open up! This is a police officer.

Man 1: Alright, officer. No trouble here.

I'd like to hear that from the lady.

Man 1: Look, we're sorry about the noise.

We'll keep it down. Okay?

I still haven't heard from the lady.

Oh.

Are you alright, ma'am?

You're a policeman?

Yes, ma'am. On special assignment from New Mexico.

I'm just bunkin' across the hallway there.

Oh, I see. Well, thank you very much for taking the trouble.

Yes, I'm alright. I'm fine.

It's just one of those family quarrels.

Uh, a little too loud, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry, I got, just carried away.

Well, I was afraid that you might but...

That is my mistake. I'm sorry, sir.

Man 1: That's alright.

No hard feelings.

No, no. Everything's cool.

You accept my apology?

Man 1: Of course. Forget it.

Uh, excuse me.

I, really, I feel awful bad about this.

I sure would sleep better if you'd shake on it.

Well now!

Who says you can't make new friends in New York?

Sam McCloud's the name.

Fine. But really, Sam, it's about time to say goodnight.

Right! Tomorrow's a work day!

Only we're neighbors now!

You need anything, you just holler.

Thank you.

Ellen: Alright, I'll do it but you'd better go now.

I'll need the rest. It'll be a long flight to Paris tomorrow.

Chris on phone: Sam?

Sam, are you there?

Sam, what happened?

Well, what were you sayin'?

Sam! Now what happened?

Are you alright?

Oh, yeah. Fine.

I just never gonna smarten up I guess.

Why? What did you do?

Well...

I got involved.

Hello?

Ellen on phone: Marshal McCloud? - Yeah, who is it?

Ellen: I don't think you know my name.

I'm the girl from down the hall from you.

The noisy one?

Ellen: Remember? - Yeah, I remember.

What can I do for you?

Ellen: You were good enough to offer to help me

and, well, I'm in terrible trouble and I need help!

I have no one I can trust, no one I can turn to.

What kind of trouble is it?

Ellen: Look, I can't talk

I've got to get off this phone

but can't I meet you somewhere?

Well, if it's somethin' the local police can handle--

Ellen: It's nothing like that!

It's very personal, and, and delicate.

Please! You said we were neighbors. Remember?

If I needed something, just holler?

Well, neighbor, I'm hollering!

I'm on my way.

You just tell me where to.

Hold it! Right there, Mac!

Alright, drop the gun.

Hands up!

I'm a police officer myself.

Whatever you say, Mac.

Alright, turn around. Hands, arms out straight.

Hands against the wall. Come on, come on!

Alright, spread the legs. That's right.

The man kept shootin', I had to shoot back.

Uh-huh.

We heard two shots.

- Only two. - Yes, both mine.

When you find his gun, you'll find a silencer on it.

That part is right.

So why would this guy start shootin' at you?

I don't know, I haven't had a chance to look at him.

Sorry I had to kill him.

If you haven't had a good look at him,

how do you know you killed him?

I didn't have time not to.

So the alley's dark! Dead quiet! Pitch black! Then you say...

You thought you saw a pussycat?

No, sir. Heard him purr.

Heard him purr? And jump for cover?

- Are you afraid of cats? - No, sir, I like cats.

Cats like people. People make 'em purr.

But there wasn't supposed to be anybody here, but me!

Tell him, Tex!

You wanna be barred from police coverage?

Then the light pops on and the guy cuts loose.

Yeah. Missed his best shot.

And then went for the bulb. And he hit it, too.

Alright, blackout. Brief intermission.

Then all at once he's running and jumping down the alley,

shooting at you till you shoot back?

McCloud: I went for his shoulder first.

That didn't stop him,

so I put a bullet where it worked.

Clifford: Black as that, him running and jumping.

And you put two bullets where you want them?

I see pretty fair in the dark--

Uh, fellas, uh...

Uh, don't print that off the record, okay? Ha-ha.

Man 2: Cowboy cop sees in the dark!

Fellas, please.

Hey, why'd he come after ya, Tex?

Why the showdown?

Got it! He swore a vow while in state's prison!

Man 3: It would be your life or his'n!

I never seen him before.

Man 2: You gave him till sundown to get out of town!

Man 3: Wasn't big enough for the both of ya.

Man 4: Man's gotta stop runnin' sometime!

Alright, knock it off!

Man 5: Chief Clifford, would you call Marshal McCloud

your student or your protege?

No more questions at this time.

- Oh! - Let's go, marshal.

Hey, Tex, you gonna be in town long?

Listen, maybe we can see you again, Tex,

with another statement, huh?

Man on TV: So justice was done in Dodge City tonight.

Oh, correction, in Lower Manhattan,

when Marshal Sam McCloud

the gun slinging terror of Taos, New Mexico

shot it out in a dark alley with one, Tony Romer,

since identified as a long suspected professional killer

with a record of many arrests on suspicion of murder

and a prison record as long as your arm.

At least so we're told by chief of detectives,

Peter B. Clifford.

And so it seems that one more bad man has bitten the dust.

And one more notch has been carved in the boney handle

of Sam McCloud's 45.

In this time, at least, the victim

of New York's gun slinging lawman

was not one of us innocent bystanders.

Let's hope our luck holds out.

McCloud! Broadhurst!

Man on TV: On the weather front, New Yorkers can look forward

to more...

You'll be happy to hear, marshal,

that no charges are being preferred against you.

And that the City of New York, in its infinite generosity,

has seen fit to spring for a first-class airline ticket

to ship you home on the very next jet.

Thanks anyway, chief,

but that might look like that I'd done something wrong.

Nobody's saying that!

Any cop, on or off duty would've had to do the same thing.

But it wasn't any cop, it was you.

And that's what makes it a story.

That, uh, newscaster...

Well, we're lucky they're not all like him.

But the department feels it's had, uh,

enough of your publicity to last for at least a year.

Broadhurst, it'll be your job to see

that Marshal McCloud gets off on schedule.

You'll notice the flight number and time of departure

And allow yourself at least two hours to get to the airport.

Well, marshal, you'll wanna get packing.

Thanks again, chief, but I don't think

that I could explain my comin' home just now.

I'll explain. You were a victim of circumstances.

I'll take full responsibility.

I appreciate that, but I can't let you, not now.

Not till I find out what become that little lady

that called on me for help.

Now, if she needed, as she said then she still does,

if not, then she was settin' me up to be killed.

In any case, I'd kinda like to know.

You just leave all that to us.

Aside from making airline reservations,

we also do police work here.

But that wouldn't feel quite right

lettin' somebody else do my job.

McCloud,

I've tried to handle this in such a way

as not to give your office as big a black eye

as you've given mine.

But I can't put a lid on it till you get out from under.

Now, this is not the subject for discussion.

You're lucky the man you killed was a killer himself

or you'd be in front of a review board.

I've kept you off the hook so far, but...

You let the sun rise on you again in New York City

and you'll be subject to immediate arrest

and imprisonment.

Well, Joe.

Well, Sam.

Yeah, well...

Tough on you being banished this way

to fresh air, sunshine, wide open spaces.

Just keep those cards and letters comin'.

So long, partner.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Passenger McCloud, please report to main lobby immediately.

McCloud to the main lobby immediately.

Woman on PA: Final call for Flight 27 to Albuquerque.

Now boarding at Gate 14.

Passengers on TW8, Flight 111 to Paris,

please check-in at Gate 54 B.

McCloud, please pick up page telephone.

Sam McCloud, page phone, please.

Marshal McCloud here, you're callin' me

on the loud speaker.

Clifford: McCloud, this is Chief Clifford.

Chief? I didn't expect I'd hear from you. Where are you?

Now, look, I'm, uh, at the airport. I want you to meet me.

McCloud: Well, chief, I thought your instructions

were for me to get out of town.

Forget it, McCloud.

Meet me in the, uh, freight terminal building, locker room.

McCloud: Did you say the freight terminal building?

The locker room?

You're familiar with the airport.

McCloud: I'll track you down in no time.

I want to thank you for assigning me

to such an interesting place.

Report here as soon as you can.

Yeah, good enough.

Woman on PA: Attention, passengers on TW8,

Flight 111 to Paris, now ready for boarding.

When he gets here, bring him close to you.

Tell him there's a gun on you and another one covering him.

Tell him to put his gun in this packing crate.

Better be plain clothes.

I told you he's a marshal.

Does he carry credentials?

ID, badge.

What do you mean he's a marshal?

He's from Taos, New Mexico,

assigned to the New York Police Force as a trainee.

Better be plain clothes.

Chief!

I didn't count on seeing you so soon.

Anything wrong?

- Plenty. - You mind tellin' me about it?

You'll find out real soon.

Well, chief, I hope that you don't think

that I'm gettin' jumpy but, uh,

the hair on the back of my neck gets to bristlin'

when things ain't goin' my way.

- Something's real wrong. - That's right.

There's a gun pointed at me.

Oh...

Well, I appreciate you tellin' me about it, uh...

Is there anything I can do?

Just cooperate.

No fast draw. There's a, there's another gun covering you.

- Same fella? - No, two of 'em. Maybe more.

Seem to be well organized.

Latched on to me in the parking lot.

I came out to make sure you were on that plane.

McCloud: That was right nice of you, chief.

Put your gun on this packing crate.

Slow.

Yes, sir. Right now.

He's not plain clothes. It won't work.

Over there.

Let's see your ID, marshal?

It'll work.

Let's see your ID.

You care to tell us what this is all about?

Tell him.

You see this?

It's gotta be delivered to Paris.

Now it's too valuable to put in the mail,

and it's too big to smuggle

and it's too hot to get by customs.

The only way to get by customs is diplomatic immunity

and that takes a special kind of passport.

The only other way is special police business.

International cooperation.

You'll need clearances for that.

It's a one-shot run for it.

We'll get your clearances as we go.

You and Chief Peter B. Clifford will get

two first-class tickets on the next flight to Paris.

And these will get you through customs.

And our passports?

Police business gets you a temporary entry permit.

Seems like they got it all figured out.

That's right.

You cooperate or you won't see Chief Peter B. Clifford again.

- Think he can cut it? - He's perfect.

Square and stupid enough for people to believe.

Here's your ID, marshal.

And here's yours, chief.

There's a passport photo-machine upstairs by the newsstand.

Cut the plastic and reseal it.

Take your time and do it right.

What about the description?

You're close enough. They won't check the height.

Don't get any ideas about jumping it, marshal.

If anything goes wrong, I'll hear about it.

Then you'll hear about a death in the department.

Now just hold on there a minute.

I'm not arguin' with ya, you fellas are...

You kinda got us over a barrel, keepin' one of us here.

But I was just thinking what if your friend here...

Mr. Mason, is it?

What if he makes you think that I busted loose

and then runs off with all the valuables.

You wouldn't do that, would you, Mason?

Let's get goin'.

Give him the brief case.

- But this-- - Let him carry it.

To Rissient?

Now you know the name, marshal.

Rissient, huh?

That's near enough, but it's French.

Well, Mr. Rissient better notify you

when delivery's made?

I'll be waiting for a transatlantic call.

Needless to say, marshal, I'll be waiting, too.

You got nothin' to worry about

as far as my end of it is concerned, chief.

Hard part's gonna be the entry permits, custom clearance.

Call Sergeant Broadhurst,

tell him to order any clearances in my name.

Yes, sir.

- Good luck. - Yes, sir.

I think you're gonna need it more than I will.

All I got facin' me is a trip to Paris.

Well, bon voyage.

There you go.

Let's go.

Woman on PA: Final departure call, flight number nine.

Flight number nine at gate 44.

Remember. Say it right with no mistakes

or that's it for Clifford.

- I hear you. - Sergeant Broadhurst.

McCloud: Joe, McCloud here. - What's up?

I got some special orders from Chief Clifford.

Joe: The commissioner's been phoning for him all morning.

Well, tell the commissioner it's an emergency.

You still at the airport.

Yeah, that's right.

He grabbed me out here and said to hold everything.

And we're taking off for Paris.

Joe: Paris?

That's what the man said, Paris, France.

- What is it? Narcotics? - Don't ask me.

Is he there? Can I talk to him?

No. He's over making arrangements

to get on the flight.

Now look, Joe, he told me to tell you

to order clearances in his name.

Clearances? What kind of clearances?

On the other end, at airport in Paris.

See, uh, we don't have time to get passports

so we need entry permits.

Well, that's up to the state department.

The state department will cooperate

with the chief of detectives.

I guess so, but it's sure out of channels.

Well, I told you, it's an emergency.

McCloud, are you in trouble?

No more than usual.

Has somebody got the drop on you?

Now look, Joe...

this is the orders from the chief.

I'm just passin' 'em on to you.

Now, I got to go or I'll miss the flight.

Well, wait a minute, McCloud. I-- I need the flight number.

Two tickets, round trip on the next flight to Paris.

This is a police emergency.

Do we charge it to the police department?

I'm not quite sure with the procedures.

Chief Clifford. Is your supervisor around?

Mr. Carlton? This is Davis at desk four.

I have a police emergency.

Two RT's to Paris, flight 111,

leaving in six minutes.

Tell him, it won't concern the airline guard.

We're police officers,

but there's no inflight danger involved.

No procedural problem with the guards.

They are police officers,

and there is no inflight danger involved.

Chief of detectives, Peter B. Clifford,

New York division, headquarters.

Deputy Marshal Sam McCloud, Taos?

- Taos. Davis: Taos, New Mexico.

To the police department account. Yes, sir.

He'll have them hold the flight for you.

We'll need a car at the Paris airport.

Davis: Limousine? - Limousine, with chauffeur.

English speaking.

Do you have hotel reservations?

Well, check us in at the George Cinque.

- Yes, sir. Do you have luggage? - Just this brief case.

- Seats 3-C and D. - Obliged.

Gate 3.

Would you prefer the lobster a l'Armoricaine

or the boeuf bourguignon?

Lobster. And a refill on this.

Uh, in just one moment, sir.

Would you prefer the lobster a l'Armoricaine,

or boeuf bourguignon?

I beg your pardon. I was plugged into a little opera there.

Would you mind running that past again?

Would you prefer the lobster a l'Armoricaine,

or the boeuf bourguignon?

American lobster oughta hit the spot.

At Greenland. I have the captain on the phone,

Captain Anderson.

Captain Anderson, this is Sergeant Broadhurst

of the New York Police Department,

detective division, over.

Copy, this is Captain Anderson. Over.

We don't anticipate any problem aboard your aircraft, captain,

but this is a police emergency.

Chief Peter B. Clifford of the detective division

is on your flight and we'd like to make contact. Over.

Copy. Chief Peter B. Clifford. Stand by.

Police emergency.

No-- no trouble, so don't alert the guard.

Let's do this through the stewardess.

You back her up from the galley, in case she needs any help.

Annette, we don't think this is trouble

so I want you to handle it.

Check your seating for a Chief Peter B. Clifford.

Uh, 3-D.

Well, ask him if he'll please come forward to the galley.

- Dave will take it from there. - Yes, sir.

The captain would like to speak to Chief Clifford.

- Captain? - He wants to see him forward.

Well, chief isn't feeling too well. Maybe I can handle it.

Thank you.

Chief Clifford, I'm Captain Anderson.

We have a police air-ground emergency call from New York.

Sergeant Broadhurst.

Well, Chief Clifford asked me if I would handle this.

He's not feeling too well right now.

Would you ask Sergeant Broadhurst if he would

talk to Marshal McCloud?

Will you talk to Marshal McCloud?

Stand by. Give the marshal a headset.

Thank you.

Yo, this is McCloud here.

What's wrong? Is the chief alright?

Oh, he's fine. He's just a little airsick.

McCloud, we've got to know the nature of the emergency.

About all I can tell you right now, Joe,

is it's real heavy.

But we need some kind of official report.

Yeah, I understand that, Joe,

but, uh, that's not too easy.

You see...

Well, I'm just not at liberty to talk about it.

The chief's in charge, and that's it.

Listen, McCloud, I asked you before,

has somebody got the drop on you?

Well, let's put it this way, yes and no.

The only thing that I can tell you

is that I suspect it's tied in

with the attempt on my life last night.

Look, if you're in trouble, maybe Polk and I can help.

I hear you, Joe, but if you really want to help

you go along with me.

Now you can help us best by making sure that we get

official clearances through customs, entry permits,

whatever it takes.

Is it the chief? Has somebody got the drop on him?

Answer yes or no.

McCloud: I'm trying to tell you, yes and no.

Joe: Come on, McCloud. We're taping this.

We've got to have a straight answer.

Now, Joe...

this is just as straight as I can get.

This is a life and death situation.

But don't try and help us no matter what.

Just make sure that we get temporary entry permits.

Now, I'm telling you,

anything else and the chief is DOA.

Okay, McCloud. You say it's life and death.

We'll go along with you.

Proceed at your own discretion, out.

Put in an urgent request, state department.

Please arrange special handling for entry

by the French government, prefect of police,

whatever it takes.

Polk, order a set of tickets and a cycle escort

to get us out to the airport.

We're going to Paris?

McCloud said it's a heavy emergency.

That calls for heavy reinforcements.

Sir, I know this sounds like cloak and dagger, but I wonder

if you could loan me your stewardess, Ms. Bardege.

- Official police business? - Hundred percent.

Well, it's alright with me, but it's beyond the line of duty

maybe you'd better clear it with her.

I'll try to come up on her blind side.

Marshal McCloud has suggested your cooperation

on some official police business.

Captain Anderson says it's okay with him but it's up to you.

Police business?

I'll explain it to the lady. Thank you.

- Ms. Bardege. - Annette.

Now what I'm about to tell you might seem a little bit unusual,

but remember, it's official police business.

A man's life depends upon your trust in me. I need your help.

Oh!

- Can I trust you? - Of course.

I know that I can.

Now, do you have a screwdriver or a can opener or something

I can break this open with?

Oh, ah... this, uh, bottle opener.

That ought to do it, let me see it.

Yeah. That ought to work fine.

Keep an eye on Chief Clifford, will you?

Is this his brief case?

No, we're delivering it to a third party in Paris

a Mr. Rissient. Just keep an eye on him.

McCloud: Ah! And just in case something jumps out of here.

Let's say it's a big old green frog.

You're not gonna yell, are you?

No, but what if he wakes up?

Just tell him that I was washin' up before dinner.

I got it!

Ellen: You're hurting me! Take your hands off me.

Male 1: Not till we get this settled, Ellen.

Ellen: I didn't take it.

How many times should I tell you? I didn't take it.

Male 1: That's not what Rissient said.

Ellen: I've had enough.

You can get someone else to make your deliveries.

Male 1: After I get through with you you'll make that

delivery tomorrow. Now, what did you do with it?

Ellen: You keep this up and I won't be able to go to Paris.

McCloud: Too valuable to put in the mails,

too big to smuggle, and too hot to get through customs.

What are you going to do?

Oh, I think I'll just listen to some stereo

and munch on some boeuf bourguignon.

What do you want me to do?

Show me around Paris maybe. Hm?

Ah, you mean a date?

I'm tryin' to be suave.

Official police business?

Well, if that's what it takes.

Whereabouts at do you hang your flight bag?

I hang my flight bag at the Pension de la Faisan d'Or.

Now you gonna have to say that twice

just for me to misunderstand it.

- Le pension. - Le pension?

- De. - De?

- Faisan. - Faisan?

- D'Or. - D'Or?

The house of the Golden Pheasant.

- I'll write it for you. - Good, that's the ticket.

Don't forget your phone number.

Pleasure doing business with you.

What... what's going on?

They're gettin' ready to land.

- Where you been? - In the occupied.

What were you doing with that?

Well, your partner said it was valuable.

I couldn't leave it here with you conked out and snorin'.

Somebody might snatch it.

- I could use another drink. - Just about on the ground.

- Marshal McCloud? - That's me.

I recognized you by your cowboy hat.

I am Inspector Prideaux, chief of detectives.

This is Lieutenant Vincennes from airport security?

Please to meet you, Mr. Prideaux.

Lieutenant Vincennes. This is Chief Clifford.

This is an honor, Chief Clifford.

MonsieurPrideaux. Lieutenant.

We have been instructed to show you through

passport and customs.

Uh, yours is a high priority.

I understand you are in a situation of great emergency.

Yeah, that's right. We're right up against it.

Hm-hm. Well, I think Lieutenant Vincennes will be kind enough

to take your tickets and to claim your baggage.

No, no. We have no time for baggage.

We just have this hand carry.

- Oh, let me take it for you. - No, that's alright.

Just my paperwork for the department in triplicate.

Yeah, I understand.

Everything must be in triplicate now-a-days.

It's the same as with us.

Now, if you will just follow me to immigrations.

All you need is your identification.

How's that?

After three days you will have to apply for an extension.

We'll have it all cleared up in 24 hours.

By tonight.

Well, if there is-- there is anything I can do to--

Don't worry, we'll call on you. Is that all there is to it?

Yes, since you have no baggage, you don't have to stand in line.

We ordered a car.

Your-- your limousine is waiting.

Seems a shame not to get out and walk

with all the sights to see.

Is that the Arch of Triumph?

McCloud: What's the name of the hotel we're stayin' in?

- George Cinque. - George Cinque?

Well, that ought not be too hard to remember.

George swim? No, George sank.

Man, you pass 'em boulangershop,

you just smell that fresh bread bakin'.

When we get to the hotel, you check us in.

I'll meet you later.

Let you run off? Oh, no. No, you don't.

That's why that partner of yours

gave me this brief case to carry.

I'm personally gonna go with you

and see that you're turned over to Mr. Rissient.

Then you're gonna make a long distance overseas telephone call

and tell your partner that it's okay to free Chief Clifford.

- Pull over at the next corner. - There's no need to pull over.

Do as I tell you. And don't think

I won't put one through you, McCloud?

Then you'll be found dead in the back seat

and Chief Clifford will be missing.

- Go on! Pull over! - Oh!

Out. Right now.

You gonna deliver that brief case?

Don't worry about Clifford. I'll make the phone call.

I'd like to be there when you do it.

Don't push me. Get out or he's dead too.

You better make that telephone call to save Chief Clifford.

There's no place you can shake loose of me.

I'll run you down.

Mason: Let's go. Move!

- Monsieur. - Morning.

Well...

Not too good.

Policeman.

Oh. Good day, ma'am, do you speak English?

I just want to use a telephone.

Tele-- tele-- Telephono?

No?

Merci beaucoup.

- Hello. McCloud: Hello, Annette?

It's your friend Sam McCloud here.

Sure glad to get a hold of you.

I'd been buttin' my head up against the language barrier

somethin' awful.

McCloud, where are you?

Well, I'm not sure. I got stranded out here in left field.

If you have a day free, 'cause I need your help real bad.

I have the day off since I filled in for Ellen Childs,

the stewardess who missed the flight over.

- You want me to come find you? - No, no.

That won't be necessary.

I think I can get a taxi cab to bring me to your place.

The, the help I need is, just a little bit more than that.

I'm trying to find a man by the name of Mr. Rissient.

I can't even locate a telephone book.

- How do you spell the name? - Rissient? Ah...

- Well, I don't know. - Hm.

- Give it to me again. McCloud: R-E-C-E-N-T.

That's what would be in English.

I don't know what it would be French.

Nothing in the main directory.

Are you sure he lives in Paris?

Well, that's all that I am sure of.

Re... Regent?

There's a restaurant, a laundry and a Mrs. Louise Ygrek.

No. No. This is Rissient.

Well, ah, I could look in Directoire des Revenues.

You know , they have a list of the residence

of all the taxpayers in district.

Ah, good, good. See, see what you can come up with.

There's a police officer that's tappin' me on the shoulder here.

I'm sure he can help me through the language barrier.

I'll see you as soon as I can.

Okay.

Sure relieved to see you.

The New York department gave us the flight number.

Yes, this is official police business.

Yes, we are waiting to speak to Sergeant Broadhurst.

Joe: This is Sergeant Broadhurst.

Oh. This is Inspector Prideaux of the bureau.

Joe: Yes, sir?

We have cooperated with your request for clearances

for Chief Clifford and Marshal McCloud,

but there is an irregularity we wish to report.

- Irregularity? - A discrepancy.

In your cable you gave a description which was accurate

for Marshal McCloud but not accurate for Chief Clifford.

His ID was in order but he was not six feet in height.

How tall was he?

Approximately five feet, six inches.

I'm Chief Clifford's assistant. Believe me, he's tall.

All I can say is that someone must be impersonating him.

Did you place them under surveillance?

Eh, no, the discrepancy was not verified

until they left the airport.

You see, our orders were to extend every courtesy.

Sir, I suggest you put out an all points bulletin

and pick up McCloud.

That cowboy hat ought to be easy to spot.

Cowboy hat. Yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes. We'll, we'll do our best. Au revoir.

Thank you, inspector.

Well, here let me, let me show you my entry permit.

Oh. Here it is.

Knew I had there somewhere.

Kinda, gawk around and get lost.

What're you doin'?

- I get that. - Oui, monsieur. Oui.

Merci.

Well done. And pretty good there, huh?

Been a long time since Las Crewses Junior High School.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Yeah.

It's a pretty little apartment you got here.

I'd say, it kinda match the occupant.

- Merci. -Say nada.

Oh, I'm sorry. You some coffee, wine, cognac?

Might take a little of that last.

Any luck with Mr. Rissient?

Well, you can see for yourself.

I've been through one dozen directories.

There is one possibility, not too far from here.

- R-I-Z-O-N-D. - "Reasoned?"

Oh, well. we say Rizond, but an American might say "Recent."

- Well, might be worth a try. - I'll get the address.

Claude Rizond. Quatorze Rue Marie de la Page.

Do you want me to get my flight bag?

Might be a good idea. Maybe we can use it.

Now this stewardess, Ellen, the one that you substituted for,

what did she look like?

Annette: Long black hair, attractive.

Medium height, not too thin, why?

Oh, just curious.

Any luck in finding McCloud?

Uh, no, but we have an important lead.

When we issued the order for our men to be on the lookout

for him, one of the officers reported

that he had seen him less than one hour ago.

You can't miss that hat.

No, no. The identification was absolute.

He checked his entry permit.

And he was alone, and he stopped into a tobacco shop.

- Tobacco shop? - He doesn't smoke.

He chews on those backwoods matches.

He placed a telephone call.

And we traced the number, but no answer.

And the officer reported that had heard him

give the same number to a taxi.

What is it?

I have it here for you written down.

Look at it.

"Pension de la Faisan d'Or."

- Bonjour. - Hello.

She says the whole family has gone on vacation in Montreal.

For six weeks.

Doesn't sound like we got the right Rissient, does it?

That's it! That's-- that's what he said.

She says the names are often confused.

No, no, no.

- Merci beaucoup. - Merci beaucoup.

De rien.

Let's get back to your place.

We found this on the list of people living there.

- Airline stewardess. - Uh-huh. We checked her out.

She worked flight 111.

Top floor. We might as well go up and wait.

What are you doing?

Nothin' personal.

Not that it hasn't crossed my mind a time or two,

but I just seen a bunch of gendarmes up the block there

by your pensionbreakin' off in all directions

like a regulation down-home stakeout.

- Are they after you? - It's your pension.

Why would anyone want me?

Maybe they'd like to inspect your ditty bag.

You told me that this was official police business.

That's right. And Captain Anderson asked you to cooperate,

so you can't back out now,

not when we're headin' down the homestretch.

Do you know where there's a telephone around here.

Back by the promenade.

Maybe you better put that scarf on your head,

just in case they got a description out on us.

Okay.

The mobile patrol has found the limousine

which was used by Chief Clifford's imposter and McCloud.

- The chauffeur is wounded. - How badly is he wounded?

- In the back. - Can he talk?

No, he is unconscious.

McCloud wasn't kidding about life and death.

Polk, stay close to the chauffeur.

He might give us a lead.

Rissient! Victor Julian... Import-export.

Yeah?

How much does this thing take?

You're gonna have to make me a loan. All I got is American.

Oh, it's alright. I trust you for it.

Be sure and ask him if he speaks English.

Oui.

Hello.

This is Marshal McCloud.

I understand you were expecting delivery of a briefcase

from the USA.

Rissient: Where is Mason?

You mean, he hasn't shown up yet?

Where is he?

All I know is he ran out.

What do you mean ran out?

I mean that he took the briefcase and he skipped.

Look, MonsieurCloud,

Voss is waiting for a telephone call.

If that briefcase is not delivered

your Chief Clifford is a dead man.

I told you that I can't deliver the briefcase

because Mason stole it.

But I had figured he'd pull something like that

so I beat him to it.

I've got what's in the briefcase

and I'm willing to turn it over to you

in return for a phone call to free Chief Clifford.

- How soon can you be here? - We're on our way.

Now we call your apartment.

Prideaux's got to be there waitin' for us.

I'm not crowdin' you too close, am I?

Well, my heart is pounding a little bit.

Well, I thought that was mine.

Hello?

McCloud: This is Marshal McCloud.

Where are you, McCloud?

McCloud: Well, I'm not too sure of the address.

But I need your help in this emergency.

Well, can we meet somewhere?

No, sir, I'm in a bit of a hurry,

and I'm not too sure but what you wouldn't arrest me.

No, you have my word.

Well, I appreciate your confidence, inspector,

but I'm just gonna have to do this my own way.

Now there's a telephone call that's being placed

from a special phone here in Paris.

It's Concord, 8-7-1-6-3.

- Concord, 8-7-1-6-3. McCloud: That's right.

Now I'd appreciate it if you'd contact

the New York police department

and tell them to put a tracer on it.

Arrest whoever's on the receiving end.

- What is the charge? - Kidnapping.

But make sure you allow enough time for 'em

to turn Chief Clifford loose.

You see, the real chief of detectives

Peter B. Clifford is being held hostage.

The man you met at the airport is an imposter, he's a phony.

Of course, I wasn't at liberty to tell you that at the time.

Now I've got to get movin'. I'll talk to you later.

Just a-- just a moment.

I'm sorry, but you might be stallin'

so that one of your men can trace this call.

But I gave you my word!

Disconnect.

Ain't that a... wait!

We still got a string on him!

Put a tap and trace on, Concord, 8-7-1-6-3.

And use extreme caution.

Well, I'd sure like to stay here and place some more calls,

we do have to go, mind you, tracks us down.

And tell him to get Polk back from the hospital.

Rissient: Yes. - Mr. Rissient.

This is Marshal McCloud.

Rissient: The main corridor, and up the stairs.

Second door on the right.

Rissient, Sam McCloud. This is my associate, Ms. Ann Bardege.

Please sit down. Would you like anything to drink?

Nothing for me, thank you.

I think we're savin' up for a big night on the town.

Well, then let's make it prompt and to the point.

You say you have the contents of the briefcase?

Not exactly on my person,

but I know where I can lay my hands on it.

You expect me to place a call in exchange for what?

Just for what I said.

- You didn't say. - Money.

Ah. Good. You know at least it is money.

Then you also know that it is not easy for me to believe

that you're willing to give it up.

Exchange for Chief Clifford.

No one is worth that kind of money.

- Maybe not to you. - Not to me, not to you.

Not to anyone.

Well, Mr. Rissient...

I wouldn't want you to think that I'm all that selfless.

You see, I do expect a finder's fee

compensate me for my time and trouble.

Well, now you're starting to make sense.

Rissient: How much?

Half.

That make more sense?

Ten percent is more like it.

That comes to 100,000.

10%, huh?

Hmm.

Well...

I guess we could squeeze out

some kind of night life on that kind of budget.

Are you prepared to make the phone call?

That phone call has already been placed.

It takes a little longer here

for the overseas operator

to make the various connections.

When that phone rings

I am prepared to say

"Let him go."

Or "No deal."

"No deal" means to kill him.

Entirely up to you.

Well, just one thing

I wanna make clear

before we start cuttin' up the cake.

I'm sure you don't want any violence

I know I don't. Not with a lady present, no.

Oh, I must tell you I got a gun in my belt

just for defensive purposes only.

Then we're even.

I've got one right here...

in this drawer.

Let's see the money.

We prefer to wait until...

Oui?

Hello?

Mr. Rissient speaking here.

Rissient: Would you hold on a second?

The party is on the line.

Clear the bag, Annette.

Hello?

The shipment has arrived.

Then let him go.

Rissient: That is correct.

Let him go!

McCloud!

Joe: Hold it. Right there.

You're under arrest.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I forgot that I'm out of my jurisdiction.

Joe!

Joe: Come on out, McCloud.

Sergeant Broadhurst!

Merci,Inspector Prideaux.

I can't believe it.

Talk about the cavalry

arriving just in the nick of time.

How did you get all the way from New York?

Oh, it's simple logic, McCloud.

I listen to what you say

and do the exact opposite.

Looks like you're in line for a commendation.

Commendation?

From the French Security.

The investigation by my men has shown

that MonsieurRissient and company

are importers and exporters of illegal arms and weapons

for the Near East.

Oh, no wonder they had to handle so much cash.

McCloud: Did you come across the names

Talbot or Flanders in your investigation?

Prideaux: No, but there was an American,

a hit man named Tony Romer.

Prideaux: By the way, I'll send the report

from the tape we made on that New York phone call

to your chief.

Oh, excuse me.

I'd like to present Miss Annette Bardege.

Sergeant Broadhurst.

My pleasure.

McCloud: Detective Polk.

Enchante.

Miss Bardege knows Paris like the back of your hand

and she's volunteered to act as my tour guide

and kind to show me some of the night life.

Now, I'd invite you fellas to go along but...

You're afraid we might accept.

There you go.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Woman 1: Paper, sir?

Woman 1: Excuse me?

Miss? Paper?

Sir? Would you like a New York paper?

Oh! Don't mind if I do! Thank you.

How was your Paris trip?

Oh, it was quick.

Mighty interesting.

How about filling me in?

Well, you heard how the chief got kidnapped

got me off the hook and on my way to Paris.

That much I knew.

Plus the fact you broke up

an international smuggling gang.

Not quite.

What do you mean?

Well, frankly, I think

that Paris operation

is involved some way

with someone or some racket

here in New York.

Chris: What makes you think that?

McCloud: For one thing, Tony Romer,

the hit man who tried to kill me.

He has been identified as a member of the gang.

The rest, I'll let you know

after I see Chief Clifford tomorrow.

I owe you my neck, McCloud.

- I'm grateful. - It's nothin'.

I mean , your neck is somethin'.

It's just that what I did is nothin' compared to Joe here.

Which reminds me, this case is far from closed.

The report says that telephone call

was made to the home of Millard Dorcas Talbot.

McCloud: It doesn't say who to?

Clifford: That's right. But it's a good lead.

So, put a surveillance on the Talbot residence.

McCloud: There you go.

- Of course, I know them both! McCloud: How well?

"Announces the engagement

of their daughter, Dorcas Robin

to Mr. Aldon Farnham Flanders."

June 17th?

That's today.

And tonight.

Everyone will be there.

Including my cousin, the connection.

Here's your big chance to get cozy with the commissioner.

- Was I supposed to be there? - You were taking me.

I-- I would've told you but you were in Paris

so here I am without an escort.

No, first you have to ask.

Well, you know maybe I could take you.

Farnham Flanders.

So he wants to be governor.

What's his record?

Well, former assistant DA war hero.

He's been Chairman

of all the right civic betterment boards.

And an impressive law practice.

Criminal?

Corporate.

He'll have all the big money behind him.

Especially, Talbot's money.

Now, that isn't just a marriage.

That's an alliance with Talbot.

All big deals aren't settled in stuffy hotel room.

No?

But maybe this one was.

What hotel room?

515.

Now ask me what hotel.

No, no. You knew you had me when you got past my secretary.

I'm hardly gonna pretend I don't know who you are

or what you mean.

That's good.

I figure that this is something just between ourselves.

- Just the three of us. - Three of us?

You, me, and the lady in 515.

Now, don't worry about it. It's no big deal.

Just enough to fill out what the deputy's job don't pay.

Well, now, of course if that's a hardship

I figure that Mr. Talbot will spring for it.

After all, you're practically his son-in-law.

Where can we meet?

I was assured you were put on a plane

for New Mexico three days ago.

You've got a good pipeline.

I was with the DA's office for many years.

I have lot of friends on the force.

Well, maybe you could spare me one?

You know, every minute you choose to remain

beyond your welcome here, you invite recognition

and subsequent curiosity.

Which of course I don't want.

Let me surprise you.

I won't minimize the value of your silence

on the subject of room 515.

Now, that will be more than you would have asked.

McCloud: Yeah!

Yeah, yeah, it's...

Now, I'm gonna surprise you. I don't want it.

What?

Nope.

It tells me a whole lot though.

I just asked for the money just to get your full attention.

There's a lot of folks that don't see the value of a thing

until they hear the price.

But you do have a price?

Oh, yeah. You bet I do.

Only it is so small

that I don't think you'd take it serious.

All I want is to find out

that little lady in 515 is alright.

Am I supposed to know?

I haven't seen her since that night!

According to the newspapers she was registered as--

I got that name!

I want the real name!

And not just her name! I want to know who she is, and where!

I don't know.

Somebody wants in.

Alright, I did a stupid thing that night.

A man in my position being picked up by a girl like that.

- But-- - That's no good.

That wasn't the first time you were together.

I heard enough to know that.

Now, Mr. Flanders, I can step off

this elevator just at any floor.

Her name is Ellen. Ellen Childs.

I don't know where she's gone.

I'll find out.

Just tell me where she came from.

Where did she live before she checked into my hotel!

I...

She had a place in the Village.

I had a key.

Now we're savin' time.

Who else knew about it?

No one. We were never seen together.

I was married when it began.

Last year when my wife died

Ellen assumed I'd marry her.

After a decent interval.

Assumed?

I never promised anything!

Well... not in so many words.

When she heard my plans, she-- she threatened...

Well, what women threaten my marriage, my career.

She wouldn't give up, she wouldn't let me alone.

Hold it.

Now, you get it straight!

That was her room, not yours!

She moved out of a room where you had a key

into a room where you didn't have a key!

Now, she didn't follow you there,

you followed her!

Now, who wouldn't let who alone?

Alright! But we had to settle things.

And we did settle them that night after you were gone.

She ended up by accepting money.

That's right. Money.

- Most people do. - Hmm.

And then the next night she called on me for help.

Well, I don't know what her subsequent problems were!

But so you won't feel too exclusive

she also called on me!

I never returned her calls.

Yesterday. Today.

Today?

- She called today? - Several times.

And you wouldn't talk to her?

I was tempted to but what's the good?

Well, it might do me some good to find out why

I was asked down a dark alley and who hired that hit man

Tony Romer to kill me.

Well, there's not necessarily any connection.

It's that kind of neighborhood.

Ellen might've been there and been frightened off.

I might accept that from her.

Let me understand.

All you actually want is to talk to her?

Not by phone.

Yes, yes. You want to see her to assure yourself

that she's in no trouble now

and that she doesn't need your help anymore.

That's all? You'd be satisfied with that?

There's nothing else that's keeping me here.

Alright. Next time she calls I-- I will talk.

- I'll set up a meeting. - Fine. Good.

Only, uh...

let's keep it out of the alley.

Chris: Who is it? - Police.

Uh, it's me, Miss Coughlin. Clifford.

What a lovely surprise!

Yeah, well, thanks.

What a coincidence?

He's here.

McCloud: Howdy chief? Joe.

- Come on in. Sit right down. - This is not a social visit.

There's something we have to check out

immediately on the Talbot case.

Well, now, chief, can I say something?

Clifford: Go ahead, McCloud.

About the lady who called on me for help.

Now, I know who she is

and who was with her the other night

in my hotel.

Alright, who?

It was him.

Aldon Flanders?

That's right. Now, I've talked to him.

And he told me who the girl was, Ellen Childs.

Now, he's arranged a meeting with me and her, tonight!

I sure hope she's okay.

And you're not even curious

as to whether or not she set you up for that hit?

Well, yes, I am but I figured you could take it from there

now that we know who she is.

Yes?

Yes, yes, he is.

It's for you, sergeant.

Thank you.

Broadhurst.

Yes... Yes.

When?

Where?

Is she still there?

That's the topless joint, right?

Right! We're on our way over.

The girl we questioned this morning

Tony Romer's girlfriend.

Yeah, what's she done?

Cut her wrists.

- Dead? - Not yet.

Be right with you.

I've to see you later.

I didn't mean it.

Didn't mean to get him killed.

Nobody means to get nobody killed.

But I did.

Tony's dead and I did it.

Not you...

not you, cowboy.

Me!

My fault, I killed him not you.

When I called the...

When I made that call...

What call, Boots?

When I called the...

cowboy, when I told him

"Hey, man, meet me in the alley."

You made that call?

I didn't know why.

Never knew.

He had the contract.

Told me it was a gag a put-on, a... big laugh!

Yeah. Wow, on him!

Save it. Hey. Can't you question her later?

I'll suppose you tell us.

Oh, she'll live.

Maybe better.

McCloud: Chief.

You know, when she called me

she used words that I've used

in the hotel room the other night.

Like, "We're neighbors."

"And if you need help, just holler."

Now, there are only two people that heard me say that.

The two people in that hotel room.

And one of them had to tell it to Tony

before he could tell it to her.

That's right. Now, if Ellen Childs

wanted me to come down to that alley

she'd call me herself.

So it was Flanders who put out the contract.

But why? I mean finding them together

in a hotel room, that's not reason enough to...

- Unless... - Exactly.

If that phone call wasn't from her...

then she hasn't been heard from since that night.

That would be McCloud.

On schedule.

- Hello? McCloud: This is McCloud.

McCloud: Have you talked to her? - Yes.

Good. When can I see her?

Well, it isn't going to be easy.

She's in a hospital.

A private one. Out on Long Island.

What happened to her?

Well, it's nothing new, I...

I had hoped we'd never get into this.

You see, Ellen is an addict.

- On what? - Heroin.

Has been for years.

Now it seems she's committed herself for treatment.

Now? Why all of a sudden now?

Well, up until now she's been afraid.

Not of the pain or the shock but delirium.

Afraid she might say something while delirious.

About you. Afraid of hurting you.

Yeah.

And now she doesn't care.

Well, our breakup may have been a deciding factor.

But she has gone to a hospital I often recommended.

The director there is a very close,

very, uh, discreet friend of mine.

It, uh, does explain those desperate calls

to you and me.

Having made her decision

she wanted someone else's courage.

Yeah, where-- where do we stand?

I can't see her until after she completes the cure?

Oh, I can get you there. But it'd be late.

Very late. I'm tied up here.

You're going with me?

It's the only way.

They have a strict no visitor's policy

but if I speak to my friend...

You think we outta be seen together?

As little as possible. And don't say a word to anyone.

Not a soul.

Good.

I'm gonna pick you up out on the island.

I'll tell you precisely where and when.

Do you have a pencil?

Shoot.

Had any trouble finding the place?

No! No, it's real country out here.

He's been picked up. Standby.

I consider it rather neighborly of you, Mr. Flanders.

To take all this time and trouble

just to satisfy a country boy's curiosity.

I call it time well spent if the curiosity ends with you.

That's a good point.

Tell me, why did you follow her to that hotel?

I mean, she didn't have nothin' that you wanted.

Or did she?

What do you mean?

Well, I figured she must've taken off

with somethin' of yours.

You've an analytical mind.

Just horse sense.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, what'd she take with her?

Why don't you ask her? We are here.

McCloud: This is a hospital? Flanders: Very exclusive.

Very private. But we're expected.

Don't see any lights.

You will if you'll be good enough to push that, uh,

button next to the gate.

Oh, sure.

There's no hospital within ten miles.

Heading for his own property on the lake.

Well, looks like somebody's home...

Don't move.

I'm not nearly as good with one of these

as you are but I'm good enough.

If you fire that thing, it's going to be heard.

Not by you. And there's no one else here.

I suppose you'd better put your hands up.

Come back slowly.

Turn around.

See, I'm not as confident as Romer was.

Been a long time since I killed a man.

That was in combat.

How long has it been since you've killed a woman?

That was an accident.

Get in. You're driving.

You were right.

She did take something.

$200,000.

Am I going to know what it's for?

Why not. You're going to buy it.

She stole it out of a delivery

she was making for Talbot and me.

McCloud: Old man Talbot! What did he have to do with it?

Flanders: Talbot is the head

of an international smuggling racket

of arms to the East.

We made a deal when I was in the DA's office.

A full partnership in the business

and the promise to put me in the governor's mansion.

How did she get hold of the money?

Easy. Nothing to it.

She was a courier.

I repeat, I didn't mean to kill her.

But she had the money hidden, wouldn't say where.

We struggled and you were the only one

who could put me in that room with her that night.

Stop here.

Get out.

No chance. They open electronically.

- No other way! - Get back in!

There's one other way.

She's out there...

You had to come back.

You know, I was almost glad

when Romer failed when you were sent out of town.

That would have worked as well.

But you had to come back.

Call the DA's office.

Tell 'em to pick up old man Talbot.

And tell 'em what we've got here.

Well,...

Just about sunup.

Okay, okay, so, we make an exception.

You have to stay around anyway. You're a material witness.

And, McCloud...

Just don't try to leave town.