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Thank you.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Where was this happening?

Robert E. Lee Park. I was on the roof across the way.

What if some small child or anybody walked by?

I know.

That one's good. You can see his face so clearly.

Well, I never.

No?

I mean... Ben?

Out here.

Hi. Cliff here.

Hi, Billy. Cliff's out for a run.

All he ever does anymore is exercise.

Friends of yours?

Surveillance photos.

Ben, you shouldn't be looking at pictures like that, a man your age.

What about my age? Well, I heard a man your age look at something like that,

he's liable to teal right over a heart attack.

What about your age?

Oh, well, I look at them scientifically.

They don't affect me.

What did you come over here for?

Borrow your car.

Mine's in the shop.

I got to get down to my stockbrokers. It's an emergency.

Every stock I bought has split.

Broker's never seen anything like it.

I keep having to go down there and sign stuff so he can keep rolling over my

money.

Got gas in it?

Oh.

Oh, hey, Bob. Good Lord.

It looked like it fell in a water hole.

Hi, Cliff.

Hi, Erwin.

Hey.

I have an announcement to make.

You may have noticed that I've been doing a lot of running and biking and

swimming. Oh, thank you.

No, you're dripping on the floor.

I'm sorry.

Anyway, there's a triathlon up in Wilmington next week.

And I've entered it.

Good for you, Cliff.

Anyway, it's something I wanted to do, and I'm going to do it.

And it would mean an awful lot to me to have you all there to, you know, cheer

me on.

Well... Are you sure, Cliff? I mean, a lot of strong people enter those

things.

Yeah.

You saying my boy can't do it?

Well, I didn't say that.

But you're thinking it, aren't you?

Well, son.

I'll be there, son.

And if you want Ben and Jerry, they'll be there, too.

Okay, thanks, Papa. Well, uh...

I'll rent us a nice big house on the beach with daily maid service and our

cook, huh?

I'm in.

I'll even spring for the plane tickets.

I'll rent the car and buy all the groceries.

You won't have to pay for a thing.

Okay.

So you have that wonderful gym and playroom downstairs.

And adjacent to the family room, we have the kitchen, with all the amenities you

could possibly ask for and a view to die for. We'll take it.

Well, Billy, you didn't find out how much.

Oh, yeah.

What kind of rent are we talking about?

$4 ,500 a month, which includes all utilities, plus the usual $500 damage

deposit.

We'll take it.

We're only going to be here a week.

What kind of rent are we talking about by the week?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'd still have to charge you for the full month.

That's all right. We'll take it.

Billy.

Ben, I like this place. It gives me good vibes.

Vibes? Yeah, you know, vibes.

Well, if you want to know the truth, so does she.

Miss Montrose, personal check, okay?

Great. I think you've made a very wise choice.

Oh, thank you.

Oh,

isn't that cute? Look, there's a little peach tree on it. I'm kind of partial to

plant life.

I used to be a farmer.

Really?

You want to go for a walk?

Yeah, they say five's a crowd.

Cliff, you want to join us?

No, no, I'm going to unpack the bike, go for a little ride. I'll see you all

later. Have a good time.

You want some?

Huh?

Oh, no.

It reduces your risk of premature aging and skin cancer.

Yeah, five years from now, they're going to come out with a study that says that

stuff gives you cancer.

What do you think, to the fear and back?

Let's hit it.

I can't remember when I was taking the trip that I had nothing to do.

It's good to have nothing to do. Yeah. And it's great that Clint was doing this

triathlon.

I hope it works out.

The boy's been known to sprain his ankle running from the phone.

He's going to do it. It'll be good for him.

Good for his body and good for his mind.

Have you ever done stuff like that?

Good for the body, good for the mind.

Well, I'll be.

What?

Well, I'll be.

What?

Ed?

Hello, Ben.

What you doing?

Go down to the water.

I'll meet you there.

You stay here.

Who's that?

Ed Wingate. An FBI agent.

I represented once.

Who's the babe?

My investigator.

What's going on?

You two!

Stop the roughhousing before somebody gets hurt.

You're the lifeguard.

I'm undercover.

Your Christmas card said you retire.

Just a little unfinished business.

It was nice seeing you, Ben.

But in future?

If you see me, pretend you didn't.

Hey,

Cliff. Ooh, what happened?

Oh, uh, I had a little fall, no big deal. Ooh, that's nasty. Where'd you do

Uh, out in a steep grate.

Here you go, son.

This'll fix you up like new.

Lucky you were in the driveway when you fell.

Here, let me help you.

So, uh, how was your walk?

Guess who's here?

Ed Wingate.

No, what's he doing here? He's undercover.

Oh. Did he have on the sunglasses?

That's how I recognized him. What is the deal with this Ed Wingate guy? Oh,

well, he's, um... He's indescribable.

Hey,

shh. Hold it down.

Hello, Anita?

It's Billy.

Billy?

Billy Lewis.

The guy you just rented the house to.

Yeah.

Well, actually, there is a problem.

The toilets won't flush.

Yeah, you hit the little handle and it just sort of swirls around, doesn't go

anywhere.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

Well, maybe you're right. It's a good idea. Yeah. I'll see you then.

Bye.

She's sending a plumber over and then she's coming out herself.

There's nothing wrong with the toilets, Pop.

I know.

Billy, she's not going to want to see you when she finds out she's come all

way out here for nothing.

Man, when she gets out here, I'm going to tell her I fixed the toilets all by

myself.

Well, Billy.

I still got it, don't I?

drifting out in front of you like that. I'm so sorry. Oh, no, no, no, no. It

wasn't entirely your fault. After all, I was moving at a rate of speed that

could only be described as, well, pushing open the envelope.

You're here for the triathlon?

Oh, yes, I am.

Oh, no, no. I've ruined it for you. Oh, no, no. This is just a little road rash.

Look, my car's right over there. Maybe I should take you to an emergency room.

No, no, no. Fine.

Let me at least give you a lift back to your hotel.

You know, you really should take a hot bath.

The best way to get the grit out of those grapes is to soak it out.

You sound like a nurse.

Actually, I'm a stockbroker. Kathy Bridges.

Oh. Ted Winston.

Molecular biochemist.

Ow. Oh.

Here.

You know how to tie a line off to a cleat? Of course I do.

Good. Glad somebody does.

How was the trip?

Please, boats make passages, not trips. Jeez, Thomas, what kind of barbarian are

you? So how was the passage?

Well, I'm driving home. I can tell you that right now.

Spent the whole time feeding the fishes.

Got to do something about that stomach around Reno.

Yeah, look who's talking. Heads up, man.

No, thanks.

I brought my own.

Body. Temple, you remember?

Just stay downwind of me with that thing, will you? Jeez.

Well, hail, hail, the gang's all here. So what's the word, Thomas?

How's everything look to you two triathlonites?

Well, you'd be amazed how informative people can be when they think you're

a tourist.

Gentlemen, we're going to be very rich.

One small problem notwithstanding.

Well, what's the problem?

Ed Wingate's here.

You're kidding me, right?

I thought you said he'd retired.

There's no need to panic. It might just be a coincidence.

In any case, I'm on top of it, so don't worry.

How's that feel?

Oh, it's great.

Thanks.

You were right.

Just sit back and let that heat penetrate those tight muscles of yours.

There's this great Chinese restaurant takeout down the street. What do you

I'll go get you something.

Oh, no, no. You don't have to do that.

I know, but I want to. Could you make me feel better, please?

They have great chicken chow mein.

All right, we're selling a whole DMSG.

Well, how about some ribs?

I prefer carbohydrates.

65 % of the calories from pork ribs are derived from fat.

11%. Just a hedge against disease, you know?

No problem.

Okay.

Now the only question is, when do we make our move?

Sooner. Actually, I have a little... plan if we have to distract Ed Wingate.

That's the understatement of the year.

Come on up.

Not that I'm complaining, but who the hell is she?

Kathy Bridges, Dennis Lamont.

That's Ron Jaffe.

Of course, you know Al.

Kathy's an old friend of mine from Raleigh. She's been researching our

problem, Ed Wingate.

He's been taking pictures of you and Al.

Damn. That's to prove we're here and up to something. What's this guy's problem?

The rest of the FBI blew us off years ago. Yeah, I thought you said Eddie'd

retire. Okay, hey, we can handle this.

You think he's onto you?

No, to him, I'm just a nice little local girl who can't ride a bike.

Okay, like I said, we can handle this.

It's just gonna take a little more time, that's all.

You fixed them all yourself?

Yeah.

What about the plumber I sent over?

Didn't have to do his thing.

Oh, don't worry. I paid him for coming out.

Well, I guess that takes care of everything, then?

Well, actually, I was wondering, I mean, as long as you're here, later,

maybe we... Oh, Mr. Matlock.

Hello. Oh, hello again, Mrs.

Montrose. Or is it Ms. Montrose?

It's Anita.

I'm widowed. So to tell you the truth, I'm not sure what my last name is

anymore. How do you like the house?

Oh, it's just... It's perfect.

Just perfect. Excuse me, I'm...

He's always on the phone. Work, work, work is all he ever does.

Now, me, I like to stop and smell the roses every chance I

get.

That and fix the toilet.

Billy? Yeah?

I'm just being nice, and he thinks I'm trying to steal his woman.

Not good for you.

I don't care.

A person gets to have a little fun.

Cliff out on his bike?

Yep.

You know, I just wanted something.

What? I probably shouldn't say anything about it, but you know, Cliff hasn't had

a lot of luck with girls lately.

Cliff, like his father, is unusual and complicated.

I just wonder if he's doing this triathlon for himself or to, um...

Impress you?

Oh, I don't think so.

I explained to Cliff that I recently broke up with somebody and I don't want

get involved with anybody yet.

We have an understanding.

Maybe he doesn't understand the understanding.

I just asked Anita to dinner and she accepted.

Hey! Have fun.

Too bad, Ben.

I guess the better man won.

Not me.

Okay.

How did you know it was me?

Like any mother knows her children, Ed.

All right, follow me, but keep reading your newspaper.

Why are you limp?

If you were very observant, you would have made a fine FBI agent.

No.

I don't like to wear dresses.

Well, cross -dressing is almost a loft art.

I really enjoy it myself, but when duty compels me, I must admit in all modesty

that I usually achieve spectacular results.

That's because you've got nice legs.

Thank you.

Can I ask you something personal?

Ask away.

What's the matter with you?

I have to be more specific.

Well, you're retired.

You had a fine career with the FBI. And why are you down here running around

after would -be, could -be, might -be bank robbers? You ought to be out

horseshoes or fishing.

I hate horseshoes.

You know what I mean.

And you know who my hero was when I was growing up?

Who?

Robert Stack as Elliot Ness in The Untouchables.

I used to say to my mom, I'd say, Virginia...

When I grow up, I want to be a G -man.

You called your mother Virginia?

Is that what her name?

Want some coffee?

I'm buying.

Huh.

Turn your back to me.

Okay, dude, I want...

Two coffees black.

And a bear claw.

Hey, Ed, the bear claw.

Ed, you there?

I'm slipping, Ben.

I'm losing my edge.

I'm about to pass you too long.

What are you talking about?

From now on, you really don't know me.

That is a huge bear claw.

That'll be $2 .45, sir.

What's up?

Ted Wingate called. He left a message asking me to meet him for a drink.

What do you want me to do?

No.

See you later.

See you.

I wanted to thank you again for what you did for me yesterday.

Oh, I'm happy to do it.

I got your message.

So I see what we have to drink.

Whatever you're having is fine.

So how are you? Still pretty sore?

Oh, no, no, I'm fine.

Matter of fact, did a little sightseeing today. Good for you. Where'd you go?

Everywhere.

Everywhere you went.

Excuse me? You're messing with the FBI.

FBI?

What are you talking about?

You tell Thomas Crichton I've been following him, taking pictures of him?

Who?

This guy, Thomas Crichton.

I saw you talking to him in the parking lot on the beach this morning.

He's just somebody I met at a bar a couple nights ago. I barely know him.

Not that it's any of your business.

Look, I gotta tell you, I don't like the idea of you following me one bit.

Give it up, Kathy.

I'm on to you.

The key gave you away.

What key?

The one to my briefcase.

I keep it in my left pants pocket always.

This morning it was in my right pants pocket. You put it in the wrong pants

pocket after you went through my briefcase.

That's dumb. You are wacko.

Please.

Let go of me.

What is Thomas Crichton doing here? I don't know.

He said he was here for the triathlon.

That hurt.

All right.

Crichton's on to me thanks to you, so I want you to tell him.

This time, I'm going to get him.

Don't you wait for me, you nutcase!

Yeah, it's Ron.

I went to the bar to keep an eye on things, like you said.

Hold on a minute.

I got to tell you, I think we got problems.

Hi, Cliff.

Hey, Ben.

What you eating?

Dinner?

That's pure starch.

These are carbohydrates. Nobody calls it starch anymore. I'm carbo -loading.

That's what athletes do before they break.

You know, store up energy.

You remember that time that you took that 10 -mile run?

Yeah. Remember what happened afterwards?

I threw up.

But I'm only running six miles this time.

And swim a mile and a half and ride a bike 25 miles, you're going to throw up

again.

So if I do, so what? I'm sure other people will, too.

Why do you do that to yourself?

Well, I set a goal, and I'm going to achieve it.

Well, everyone should challenge themselves once in a while.

It's good for the soul.

Hi, Ed.

I wish you would.

How'd you get in here?

Apparently you've forgotten.

You are the wind.

I know you've defended several of the cases here in Wilmington, and as a

are acquainted with the local police.

I want you to take them this glass, have them lift any and all fingerprints, and

run it through their computer.

And when they ask why?

Make up something.

You were with the FBI.

Have their lab do it. Number one, in case you've forgotten, I wasn't exactly

liked by my colleagues. And number two, my erstwhile employers tend to frown

upon unauthorized investigations.

Well, I don't know, Ed.

It seems to me if I'm going to do you a favor,

the least you could do is tell me what... He's gone.

is the wind.

safety, and in the spirit of good competition.

All of which we ask in your holy name.

Amen.

Two minutes. The race will begin in two minutes.

All contestants should be in the starting area.

So, Al, what do you say we make this interesting?

Two hundred bucks says I finish before you do.

Two thousand bucks says I do.

You're on it.

You shouldn't drink so much water before you start. You might drown.

That's me.

Wish me luck. Good luck.

Thanks. Okay.

Good luck, Tiger. Go get them.

Would Ben Matlock please report to the official's table?

Ben Matlock to the official's table, please.

That's you.

Yeah. I don't know what they want.

who questioned me for the better of a night and then let me go.

They didn't arrest me until they talked to some of the people who were at the

bar where she and I had drinks yesterday.

All four witnesses indicate that Ms. Bridges tried to leave the table.

I reseated her.

And that an argument between Mr. Wingate and Ms. Bridges ensued.

Three out of four recall seeing Mr. Wingate apply physical force to keep her

the table.

I applied an FBI -sanctioned restraint and twisted a little.

What about the motel maintenance man?

What about him? Who, while repairing the ice machine at around 8 .15 p .m., saw

Mr. Wingate entering room number five with a woman who appeared to be

intoxicated.

Obviously, he saw the real killer, dumped the body, and just assumed it was

The D .A. thinks that he can convince a jury that you strangled Kathy Bridges.

Surely you can convince a jury that that is ridiculous.

Not if you don't tell me what's going on, I can't.

It's going to be so easy.

I was real guilty. Yeah, the race is young, Al. We'll see.

Might as well relax. He's going to be a while.

Yeah.

Get out of the dock. Maybe we can catch him there.

Four years ago, down in Charleston, there was an armored car

robbery.

Seven million dollars in cash was stolen.

The FBI investigated, as did local authorities.

But? No arrests were ever made, and the money was never recovered.

I eventually figured out who did it.

But unfortunately, I was never able to prove anything.

And consequently, the perpetrators went free, and the case was entered on the

books as unsolved.

You didn't like that, I guess.

I hated it.

But there was nothing I could do about it.

Until... About a month ago.

What happened a month ago?

I learned that the man who masterminded the heist about four years ago, Thomas

Crichton, was coming up here to participate in the triathlon.

Then I found out that his partner, Al Dacal, was in the race, too.

I've been following him since the day they arrived.

Why?

Because they're going to pull another heist. Only this time...

I'm going to nail him.

Ed, you're written.

Why don't you just be retired?

Once an instrument of justice, always an instrument of justice.

Well,

what makes you think there's going to be a heist?

Three days ago, Thomas Crichton's other two accomplices sailed into town.

They're all here, Ben. Something big is about to go down.

Mark my words.

What's Kathy Bridges got to do with it?

Thomas Crichton must have suspected that I was on his tail, and so he hired her

to find out how much I knew.

Those were her fingerprints on the glass I gave you. Did you ever give those to

the police? She's from Raleigh.

She has a rap sheet, nothing important.

You realize the DA's going to find out that I asked the police to run a check

her, and he's going to want to ask questions.

After he figures out that she was working for Thomas Crichton, he'll take

into some kind of motive.

Yeah.

This isn't going to be the no -brainer it was supposed to be, is it?

Are you moving? Yeah.

Come on. Come on.

Look,

I've had it, Dennis.

You never told me it was going to be like this. I'm out of here. Where are

going? For a walk somewhere where the ground don't move. Yeah, well, try L .A.

I spend one more minute on this tub, I'm going stock raving bonkers, man. Well,

you know what your problem is, son? You're not drinking enough.

Hey.

You're Ron Jaffe, and you're Dennis Lamont, right?

Well, yeah.

What can I do for you? I'm Ben Matlock. Mind if I come aboard? Yeah, sure.

Now, how do you know who we are?

I've been talking to Ed Wingate.

Ed Wingate? Why does that name ring a bell? He's an FBI agent.

He's been trying to pin that robbery down in Charleston. Oh, Ed.

Eddie, the lunatic.

What's he to you?

He's my client.

He's been charged with murdering Kathy Bridges, and I'm representing.

I understand that she used to work for your pal Thomas Crichton.

I thought he said he met her in a bar. No, she worked for him.

Hi, guys.

Ed, what are you doing here?

Well, I thought I should come say hello to the boys.

Why don't you get off my boat?

Dennis, there's not anywhere to treat an old friend.

I said leave.

Let's go, Ed. This is no place for both of us. Wait a minute.

I just want you to know that...

I'm going to be on you like a shirt.

One of you killed Kathy Bridget and framed me for murder.

I said get off my boat, now!

As I was saying, this time, I'm going

to get you.

Go.

How smart, Ed.

Real smart.

I was showing you a house a couple blocks away, so I thought I'd stop down

watch for a little while.

Hi,

Jerry. Hi, Anita.

How are you? How are you?

You're wearing the necklace I bought you last night.

Well, I couldn't very well wear the blender.

He bought you a blender?

Yeah, so we could make margaritas on the beach.

Or anywhere, yeah.

Speaking of that, I was wondering if...

You got three miles to go, buddy boy.

Catch him.

Get him.

Hey, why don't you watch where you're going? I'm sorry.

Jerk.

Ben, where you been?

I'll tell you later. Where's Ben?

He's coming right now.

Don't let him see.

He's going to need some water.

looks off.

That's my boy.

You should see him soon.

You can have a little light. You go ahead. No, no, no. We'll go together.

Yeah.

I can afford to lose the bet, ma 'am. Nobody loses bet.

Come on, I'm gonna get you in the shade.

How do you feel?

Very good.

Doctor?

Somebody get a doctor over here.

What happened?

He just collapsed.

I think he had a heart attack.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Now? Can you hear me, sir? Is he going to be all right? I don't know, sir.

You think this Crichton guy killed her? Well, one of the three of them.

And they framed Ed to get him out of the way. He thinks they're going to pull

off another heist.

Is he still in jail?

No, I bailed him out. He promised me he'd stay home and behave himself.

The next thing I know, he's down at the marina and in a fight with Dennis

Lamont. Well, he doesn't really seem like the type who could stay out of

trouble. Come on, sit down.

You know, I can't. My honey's a little sore from all the bike riding.

Cliff, why don't you take a walk? It'll help keep your laces from stiffening up.

I can't. My thighs are all chafed from all the running I did. Well, lie down

somewhere. I can't.

I sleep on my right side, and that's the side I fell on.

Oh, my gosh.

She can't be here already.

Who? Anita.

I asked her to come over. She's bringing the blender.

She's bringing what?

Margaritas.

Well, if you're just going to stand there, at least put on a clean shirt.

Jerry, get the door, will you? I got to straighten up here.

Okay.

Be right there, Anita.

Hello, darling. And how are we all today? Whatever you got, I don't want

Relax, Billy. It isn't her.

Ed Wingate, FBI.

Just smile along and let me in.

Gentlemen, I believe you know this person.

Hello, Ed.

What are you doing? You gave me your word. Surely you didn't believe me. Why

you dressed like that?

They may be watching.

Who might be watching?

You don't need to know that yet.

Al Dacau is dead.

They were giving him CPR when we left.

Couldn't revive him. Apparent heart attack.

See? People die from triathlons. The man wasn't much older than you.

Did you throw up yet?

No, I feel a lot better. Don't talk to me like that. I believe that Thomas

Crichton is responsible for his death. Why do you say that?

Al Dacal was 34, didn't drink, didn't smoke, was genetically sound, and had a

cholesterol level of 128. Not exactly heart attack material.

It doesn't make sense.

Thomas Crichton was going to pull off a robbery. Why would he kill somebody

who's going to help him?

I haven't figured that out yet, Ben, but I do know this.

On Friday morning, $6 million will be delivered to the Security Central Bank,

and they are going to hit it.

Mark my words.

Did you check out Kathy Bridges' hotel room yet?

I'm going to do it right now. Good. I'll be in touch.

You better see me to the door.

Your slip, Sean.

Thanks.

She's got nice legs, though.

How long is the hotel going to keep her closed?

I don't know. They can't find anybody to send it to. If Kathy had any friends or

relatives, nobody wants to step up.

That Wingate, is he really an FBI agent?

One of the best.

Is he married?

Well, being... and an instrument of justice that always kept him too busy.

You're interested?

Wears too much mascara.

What's this?

Redbird 208.

I don't get it.

How could Al have a heart attack? He was the healthiest person I've ever seen.

Yeah, well, these things happen. Remember Jim Fix?

Can't believe Al's gone.

And so is Kathy Bridges.

Yeah, well, police picked up Agent Wingate.

You know, somehow I thought maybe one of you two might know something about him.

Hey, you're the one she was buddies with. That's right. We were friends. Why

would I kill him? Hello, Mr.

Matlock.

Hi.

I'm Ben Matlock. You're Thomas Crichton. Nice to meet you.

I understand you're kind of the ringleader around here.

Excuse me?

Yeah, Mr.

Matlock is Ed Wingate's attorney. You remember Eddie Wingate, don't you? That

lunatic from the FBI?

Well, I wouldn't call him a lunatic. After all, he was smart enough to figure

out it was you that beat the alarm on that armored car heist in Charleston

years ago. And Mr.

Jaffe drove the getaway vehicle and Al Ducal jumped down into the garage where

the car was parked.

Terrible thing that happened to Mr. Bacow.

Yes, it is.

Yeah, Mr. Matlock came by earlier. He was asking about Kathy Bridges. Of

I told him you met her at that bar.

That's right. I met her a couple of nights ago. I barely knew her.

So, before a couple of days ago, you never spoke to her?

That's right.

Well, that's odd. I found this piece of paper in her room.

That's your motel and room number, isn't it?

Yeah, well, I may be staying at the Redbird, but that's not my room number.

it was.

You moved a week ago, remember?

You must have known her longer than two days. You just lied to me. Why?

I didn't lie. I just forgot.

I mean, I guess I did know her a week ago.

You know, Mr. Matlock, instead of letting your clients suck you into the

old wild goose chase you've been out for the last four years, maybe...

Maybe you might better go down and talk to the FBI.

They'll be able to fill you in on old Agent Eddie Wingate and that hyperactive

imagination of his.

Don't be surprised if they use the word lunatic, too.

Yeah,

it's full of surprise.

Well, nice to meet you, and I'll see you around.

It's so sweet of you to bring me here.

Been here before?

A couple of times.

It's expensive.

The food is fabulous.

Well, order whatever you want. Don't worry about the cost.

What's money for, anyway?

You'd think at these prices they could afford a few decent light bulbs in here.

That's atmosphere, Billy.

quiet and beautiful here.

Reminds me of Lake Como.

Is that around here?

No.

Lake Como is in Italy.

It's one of my favorite places in the entire world.

I love the way you talk.

You know what you are.

Apple picking time in Tennessee.

Ben, must you do that in here? Apple picking time in Mississippi.

Everybody picks on me.

When it's roundup time in Texas, the boys all make whoopee.

Way down south in Alabama, this gal picking time for me.

Yodel -ay, yodel -ay, yodel -ay, yodel -ay, yodel -ay. I hope Patricia knows

business. I know he can't fool me.

When it's peach picking time in Georgia, it's gal picking time for me.

Jerry! Jerry!

Jerry!

What?

Haven't I suffered enough?

Even that catawallet of yours sounds good to me tonight, Ben.

That's how good a mood I'm in.

Where'd you go?

The Marina Club.

Spent $235.

On dinner?

Had lobster and champagne.

She likes this real expensive Don... somebody stuff.

So you had fun? Fun, huh?

Soft organ music.

A wandering accordion.

Low music. Food lights.

And Anita.

I gotta get to bed and dream.

I'm tottering a boat tomorrow to take her fishing.

And soon, maybe, I'll be taking her to Lake Como.

That's nice.

Is that around here?

It's in Italy, Cliffy. Italy.

Near Paris.

Did he just say he's taking her to Europe?

Yes, he's taking her. Don't stop laughing. It's not funny. Now I'm really

worried. About what?

About what?

He's only known her a week. He's flashing his money around, champagne,

trips to Europe.

I'll tell you, this is the kind of thing that could leave him high and dry and

alone.

What's happened before?

Cliff, your dad's old enough to take care of himself.

Oh, Pop.

When you were poor, life was so much simpler.

Maybe it will be again.

I gotta talk to him.

You're looking for Jack.

I needed that.

Okay. You gotta help me with this.

Cliff, I don't know how I feel about this.

Gin.

Well, Ben, you brought it up in the first place. I didn't bring it up. You

brought it up. Maybe she likes Billy because he's Billy. Might be farfetched,

but it could happen. Okay, here we come. Just, would you just help me? Help me,

please. Let me lean and go by your side.

Hi, uh... Hi, Pop.

Uh, can I talk to you for one second? Ah, I can't. Sun, moon, and tide wait

no man.

This will just take a second.

What's the matter with you? You look like somebody died.

Uh, Billy, why don't you sit down?

I don't have time.

Going over to Anita's.

She's cooking up the fish we caught this morning. Sit down, Pop.

Sit down, Pop.

What the heck's going on?

Um... Uh... Well, uh... Cliff... Uh...

We, um... We're concerned about you.

Why? I feel great.

Actually, uh... We're more concerned about Anita. Nothing wrong with her,

either. What you see, it's all her.

Hair, teeth, ass.

You didn't even know her a week ago, and now you're talking about taking her to

Europe. What about all those expensive gifts you've been buying her?

Buying stuff and going places is what money's for.

What do you want me to do, hoard it like Mr.

Skinflint over here?

Look, how about we say that you just go a little slower? You know, get to know

the real her. Do things that don't cost any money. Go for walks, canoe rides.

Think about what might be going on here.

You're staying neat as the gold digger.

No. Mind your own business, Clifford. Oh, Ben.

Billy, don't get mad.

I get it. You started this. I didn't start anything.

You're doing this because you're jealous. I'm not jealous. I got

don't. I got a girl, you ain't got a girl. And that's what it is, Benny boy.

You're jealous.

You want my girl?

You ain't gonna get my girl. You know why?

Because I'm the cat's meow.

I wish you wouldn't do that.

They're going to hit the bank.

Why?

Please prove it.

Took them yesterday morning.

When they were casing the bank, I was casing them.

Don't prove anything.

Oh, no?

That is the security box that he's checking out.

And Thomas Crichton told the motel that he'd be leaving tomorrow, and Lamont had

to have his boat out of the marina by noon.

That still doesn't prove anything for you.

I'm sketching a rough blueprint of the bank. I walked through as much as I

yesterday, committed it to my photographic memory. It's crude, but it

enable me to figure out where to position everyone.

What do you mean?

I mean that it is time for you to call the police.

I'm not calling the police.

The money is due to arrive at the bank at 10 .30 tomorrow morning. Now, I

believe that they will make their move while they're transferring it into the

vault. You believe?

That's no proof.

Ben, the proof is in the pudding.

The proof is... What the hell does that mean?

It means that I'm not wrong about this, and you must call the police.

On one condition.

Give me your word that you'll be nowhere near that bank when this thing goes

down.

You're not serious.

I got to have your word.

How many cops are there?

All the tailors, I guess, 20.

That's the guy that drives the getaway car.

And here comes the money.

See that guy over there?

Yeah. I mean, do you see him?

Get him out of here.

Hey, Charlie, how you doing?

Fine, thanks.

Hey, I got some cans for you over here.

Okay. You know, Ben's really ticked off at you.

I couldn't help myself.

Well, no harm done.

I probably want to stay here, so I'll see you later.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You're going back to the motel. And to make

sure, I'm going with you. And don't try any of your crazy schemes, all right? No

funny business. Come on.

No, no, no, no, no, Ed, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no. I just want to see something. This is a good idea. I

don't even know what you're doing, and I don't think it's a good idea. Think

about this.

Ron Jaffe walks into a bank he doesn't have an account in. He walks around, and

then he leaves.

What does that mean?

It means that we're about to do something really stupid, and Ben's going

really mad at me. That'll be fine. That'll be fine.

You don't care what Ben says? Anybody home?

What are you doing? Is it Dennis Lamont's boat? No. Maybe he's in the

Hello? Anybody home?

Ed, no, this is wrong. Ed, Ed, Ed.

It doesn't seem like there is. You can't do this. This is trespassing.

Trespassing is wrong. It's illegal.

They're going to revoke your bail. You know what that means? You're going to go

to jail.

You're going to... What are these?

Well, ah, this is no navigation chart.

Supposed to be blueprints.

A security central bank, but it's not.

It's not?

No, they're fake.

They're nothing like it.

Creighton must have dummied them up, knowing that if and when I found them,

think that's where they were going to hit.

Blueprints.

Casing the bank the other day. Jaffe today.

It was all a big decoy.

What are you doing?

Because of my stupidity, they are probably out pulling a heist right now.

I got to find out where they are.

That's it.

That's it. Listen to me. Listen to me. I'm serious now. If you don't come with

me right now, I'm going to call the police. I swear I will. Don't touch that

phone.

Automatic redial.

I'm with him.

Bingo.

Ron Jaffe's car.

It's not there.

Let me see.

See? See? The money's not there, man.

What the hell is going on?

Don't move. You'll be right where you are.

Well, it took four years.

But I finally get to say my three favorite words.

You're under arrest.

Are you joking? You can't set them free.

What do you suppose I charge him with? Standing in a room?

Armed robbery. They were trying to recover seven million dollars they stole

years ago. There wasn't any money in that motel room. Well, there was.

Question them. You know what I charged them with? I charged them with malicious

vandalism. And when they paid a fine, they're free to go.

And you're lucky I don't throw you in jail along with you.

Now, wait a minute.

For that fiasco back at the bank, you tied up 20 of my officers for four

And what do I have the show for? Don't you understand it was all a diversion?

Well, looky here, boys. It's Eddie Wingate. I said we sue him for false

I assume you're aware that this...

mentally challenged individual is out on bail and therefore prohibited from

carrying a gun?

It wasn't a gun. It was a toy.

Well, a fake gun for a fake FBI agent seems kind of fitting, doesn't it?

Where's the seven million bucks, boys?

You still singing that same old song yet?

This isn't over.

Well, it better be, because...

You harass me one more time, I'm gonna haul you into court.

And I'll hang your pathetic butt out to dry.

As your lawyer, I need to warn you, you could do that.

But Ben, my butt is already bone dry.

You tore up my floor because you were drunk.

When I drink, I get destructive.

It's a bad childhood thing.

Yes, ma 'am. I've seen demolished entire kitchen ads.

Well, needless to say, I'm terribly sorry.

Will you put that thing out, please?

Sorry.

Do you have any idea how much the repairs are going to cost? About $1

And I can't rent that unit out for a week, so that'll cost me.

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll give you $2 ,000 in cash right now. I mean, that ought to cover it, don't

you think?

And if there's anything left over, you just keep the difference, okay?

Sure, okay.

Of course, I was hoping you'd do me a little favor in return.

What? Let me see your registration book.

It's against the company policy.

Do it quick, okay?

There it is. I knew it.

Thank you.

They came in about a half hour after you called me.

They were real interested in this name right here.

Al DeCowell.

Checked in last March, stayed one night. Who's Al DeCowell? This proves I'm

right, Lieutenant.

They pulled the heist off four years ago. They buried the money in that motel

room. The idea was to wait a couple of years till the heat is off and then

it up.

Only it looks like this Al DeCow came back ahead of schedule so he could keep

all the money for himself, but now he's dead.

When did that happen?

Three days ago.

He dropped dead at the end of the triathlon.

Finished right next to Thomas Crichton.

awful quiet over there.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

Kind of blue, I guess.

Hello, baby.

You know I told you I was going to take you to Lake Como?

Yeah.

Well, it turns out I can't.

Business trip I forgot about.

I could take you with me.

Where are you going?

Terre Haute.

Indiana.

Want to come?

Juanita!

I thought you moved to Florida.

That I did. And then I found I missed the sound of your lovely, lilting voice.

And I turned around and homeward bound, and now seeing you again rejoiced. Oh,

Ralph, you are so talented and so sweet.

Ralph Fowler, this is Billy Lewis.

Ralph's an old friend. Billy's a new friend.

Hello, Billy.

Hello.

How's all that rejoice stuff?

Ralph writes poems for greeting cards.

Well, I'd love to stay and talk to you, too, but this is the day I have a

project due.

I'll call you later.

Nice meeting you, um... Billy.

Billy.

Glad you're back.

Isn't he amazing?

He didn't remember my name.

He just forgot.

Poets are so scatterbrained.

I wrote a poem once.

Really? Yeah.

Can't remember it.

You are so cute.

You heard him, Ralph.

Get the lines.

What do you think you did with the money? Who knows? If there's anything

we'll never find it, that's for sure.

Oh, man.

I'm afraid you're not going anywhere, Mr. Crichton. I'm placing you under

for the murder of Albert DeCow. What?

What the hell is wrong with you people? He died of a heart attack.

The coroner did some more tests. At my suggestion.

And discovered that heart attack was induced by a chemical called monocaine.

Almost impossible to spot unless you're looking for it. I'll handle this, Mr.

Wingate.

He had to have ingested it within a half hour of his death. And since you were

the only one with him, and since it's highly doubtful that he poisoned

himself... Why would I kill him? He was my friend.

So your buddies wouldn't find out that it was you that dug up the money from

heist. I'll handle this, Mr. Wingate.

Al Ducal was in Hawaii when he supposedly registered in that motel.

records prove it. Mr.

Wingate, you registered in the motel using his name. You stole the money and

then you killed him. But these two would never suspect it was really you and not

Al Ducal who double -crossed them.

Mr. Wingate, shut up.

You can ask the questions you want downtown.

Cuff him. Book him. Let's go.

Ed, I really want you to remember this moment, because you're going to regret

for the rest of your life.

Hey, Lieutenant?

What?

Maybe these other two fellows ought to come downtown, too.

I dropped something in the cup.

Want to see it again?

Where'd you get this?

I saw a guy taping the race.

I tracked him down and he gave me a copy of his tape.

When the jury sees this, your friend Mr. Crichton's as good as convicted.

Yeah, I suspect when he sees this, he'll want to make a deal.

Yeah. If it's my client, that's what I'd advise.

Well, what kind of deal? The kind that'll put you in jail for a minimum of

to five years.

Well, you got nothing to threaten me with.

You don't care if Mr. Crichton tells the police about that Charleston armored

car robbery.

Come on.

You know him better than we do.

What do you think he'll do?

Be a stand -up kind of guy and not say anything about you and Mr. Lamont?

Or sail you down the river to save his own neck?

What's your point?

The point is, is I'm giving you a chance to make a deal.

You tell us everything we want to know right here, right now.

And you agree to testify in court when and if it becomes necessary.

And I'll get you immunity from prosecution for that armored car

Of course, now, if you refuse, I'll just go on out and get Mr. Lamont and give

him a crack at the deal.

So, what do you say?

You throw on a cigarette, you got yourself a deal.

Yeah, well, I'm telling you it's a lie.

Are you saying that you did not mastermind that $7 million armored

car heist? Of course not.

Well, Ron Jaffe just testified under oath that you did.

Ron Jaffe's lying.

Was he lying when he said that you knew Kathy Bridges?

No, I knew her.

Well, when he said that you brought her aboard Mr. Lamont's boat, was that a

lie? No, I brought her aboard.

When he said she was an old friend of yours, was that a lie?

Yes, I just met her. And when he said that you were paying her to keep tabs on

my client, Ed Wingate, was that a lie?

That is a lie.

When he said that Ed Wingate had been hounding you and him and the other two

years... trying to pin this armored car heist on them, truth or lie.

That's true.

When he said that you were not in your motel room at the time of the murder,

truth or lie?

I'd just gone out for a run. Oh, run, my eye.

You'd met up with Kathy Bridges, killed her, dumped her in Ed Wingate's motel

room so the police would find her there, blame him.

Get him off your back so you could go ahead with your scheme to keep all $7

million in stolen money yourself, didn't you?

What?

Excuse me, Your Honor.

The defense has no further questions.

This court is recessed until 10 o 'clock tomorrow morning.

Police just busted a dealer who said that Thomas Crichton was with him at the

time of the murder.

He was buying the monocane he used to kill Al the Cow.

So, he committed that murder, but unfortunately for us, not this one.

Oh, I was right out there fixing the ice machine.

Did you say you heard footsteps?

Yeah, I heard somebody fooling around with a lock. You know, like he's having

trouble with his key or something.

I looked over and I saw that Wingate guy outside the room here. Had a lady

hanging all over him like she was just totally blot out.

I called over to see if he wanted some help. He didn't answer. About a second

later, he got the door open, kind of pulled that lady into the room with him,

shut the door.

That's the last I saw until the police came.

And you didn't see anybody leave the room? No. And you were working on the

machine the whole time?

Well, maybe not the whole time. Most of the time.

And you sure it was Ed Wingate?

It was his room, wasn't it?

Where does that door go?

The room next door. That door's always locked.

You got a key? Oh, sure.

Hey, uh... Reuben here's been out of commission for a while.

Some pipes broke in the bathroom upstairs and made a real mess. No

or nothing.

I'm supposed to redo the ceiling, redo the wallpaper.

Hadn't got around to it before the murder, and then since then, everything

around here just comes to a screeching halt. Now I don't know when I'm going to

finish.

Don't go in there.

I admit, Mrs. Bridges, yes.

Thomas brought her by the boat one night for a drink.

Is that when he told you that he had hired her to keep tabs on Ed Wingate?

No, I don't recall him saying that, no.

But you did know who Ed Wingate was, didn't you? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he'd been hounding us for years, trying to pin some armored car robbery

us.

As it turns out, he had good reason to hound you, didn't he? Because Mr.

Jaffe testified right here, under oath, that you, he, and the other two did, in

fact, pull off that robbery.

I can't comment on that.

Lawyer's orders. Yeah, yeah.

So what Mr.

Jaffe told us about how the four of you came down here to Wilmington not to be

in some triathlon, but to dig up and divide that stolen money, I guess you

talk about that. No, afraid not.

Yeah.

You know, it costs a lot of money to own a big boat like yours. You got...

Moring charges, upkeep, fuel, utilities, taxes, not to

mention the regional investment.

You rich, Mr. Lamont?

Not really.

No way he's near it.

Truth is, you're in debt up to your eyeballs, aren't you?

Well, isn't every red -blooded American?

Yeah, well,

I suppose, but you need it.

Your share of that stolen money, bad.

And when you learned that Ed Wingate was down here spying on you fellas,

threatening to gum up the works, you knew you had to do something, didn't

None of what you're saying is the least bit true.

Oh, yes, it is. Yes, it's all true.

And sad for you, I can prove it.

Have you ever been in the motel where Ed Wingate was staying when Kathy Bridges

killed the Seaview Motel?

Never. Never been in his room or any of the other rooms?

No, never.

What kind of shoes do you wear when you're on that big boat of yours?

I wear deck shoes always.

Excuse me.

My feet?

Yes. If they look familiar, they're yours.

I had the police get a warrant and remove them from your boat this morning.

Why would you do a thing like that?

Well, because in the room adjacent to Ed's room at the Seaview,

they found several real nice...

You see, there's nobody in that room. It's unoccupied. They're going to

redecorate it. There's no electricity.

There's no rug on the floor. And there's dust everywhere.

So let me show you.

Let me show you. They found these shoe prints.

See?

Isn't that nice?

And when they compared, analyzed these shoe prints,

determined that they were made by a pair of deck shoes like these.

So what?

Half the people in Wilmington have shoes just like mine. Yeah, that's right.

But they don't walk like you do.

See, when you walk, you're what they call pronate.

You turn your ankles in like that.

And that means that you wear the inside...

of the heels of your shoes more than the outside.

You see there?

And when you figure your weight, how old the shoes are, the size, well, a shoe

print is just about as unique as a fingerprint.

So when they compared this shoe print here with these shoes,

guess what?

Perfect match.

Now, how?

Could you have left a shoe print in a room you were never in?

Well, that's easy.

The police made a mistake.

Wouldn't be the first time now, would it?

No. But you know how these prints got there. So do I.

And the police.

You met up with Kathy Bridges that night.

And somewhere along the line, probably in your car, you put on a pair of gloves

and you strangled the life out of her and drove over to Ed Wingate's motel,

picked the lock to his room, dumped her body there. Then you stole the briefcase

that had those pictures of all of you that she was telling you about.

Problem was, somebody saw you go in that room, so you couldn't.

Go back.

So what you did, you picked the lock to the room next door.

You couldn't turn the lights on, and you had no way of knowing there was dust

everywhere.

And you were leaving behind proof positive that you're the killer.

The bad part is, your friend Thomas Crichton, because of him,

Your share of that $7 million was long gone.

So you killed Kathy Bridges and framed Ed Wingate for nothing, didn't you?

Hey, Jer!

Oh. Hey, what are you doing?

As far as you're on here, you're not supposed to be cooking.

Oh, you want something done right, do it yourself.

Something I hate worse than ill -prepared hamburgers.

Those burgers actually smell good.

Here.

Why, thank you.

Try not to burn mine, okay?

So you went for a run? Yeah, yeah, a short one.

You know, Cliff, I'm really impressed with what you did.

Really? Yeah.

I thought it was great.

So what does that mean? She was really impressed with what I did. Does that

she likes me? She wants me to ask her out? What does that mean?

Slow and steady wins the race.

I thought it was the race is to the swift.

Hmm.

Good point.

Either play something romantic or cut it out, would you please? Anita's here.

Hi, come on in. We're just getting ready.

No, I'm not going to stay. Thanks anyway.

Something wrong?

Well, I've been seeing Ralph.

You know the fellow you met on the beach the other day? The guy who talks in

rhymes?

We've always had this connection.

And seeing him again, I realized that the fire between us is still burning.

So I'm returning the necklace.

And I won't be seeing you again, Billy.

You're dumping me?

Don't call me superficial. It's just that Ralph is special.

He's a starving artist, I know, but he is an artist, and I just find that

irresistibly romantic.

Artist? He writes greeting cards.

I'm sorry.

Bye -bye, Billy.

who this is.

I mean, get it.

Hey, Pop, dinner's ready.

Poppy, your favorite.

She dumped me for a guy who dresses like a bum and writes bad poetry.

Well, it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Look where the wind blew in.

We're sorry, Billy.

Well, you ought to be.

All of you made me think she was after my money, and she wasn't.

Well, really, it's just one of those things that didn't work out.

There'll be others.

Others?

That woman put a spring in my step and made my heart skip a beat.

Hey, Pop, that was good. That was just like poetry.

Yeah. It was like poetry.

Wonder if it's too late to call her again.

Yeah, it's too late.

Well, we're really weird, Paul.

Sorry.

Well, if you're ready for love, he'll find you.

Know what that means, Ben?

It means I'm ready and you're not.

You better shape up.