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Lifetime on Benson.

George Kennedy filming right here in the
mansion. Oh, I can't wait.

This guy and I shared a foxhole in a
particularly unfriendly part of Korea.

A very crowded foxhole.

Hey, Corporal Dubois, what shall I do
with this kimchi?

If it moves, Sarge, slug it.

You'll never work in this town again!

I hate that balding egomaniac.

Get your hands off me. I'm not finished
with you yet. Trust me. You're finished.

Either I do the bit again or I walk.
Walk?

What is this, your idea of a joke?

Tracy's dead, man.

We're snowed in. The police can't get
here. We can't call out. And there's a

killer roaming the governor's mansion.

History of jurisprudence is replete with
instances of totally innocent men

who've gone to the chair for crimes they
didn't commit.

It is only in the realm of fiction and B
-movies that the identity of the real

murderer is arrived at through a clever
interpretation of clues by an amateur

sleuth in the final scene.

Often, the killer is filled with remorse
and turns himself in.

Over there.

Hey, stop him!

Stop him!

I

can't

take any more of this. I'm going to my
office and lock the door.

Are you ready for our big scene, Mr.
Kennedy?

Oh, yeah. Hi, Katie. Yes, honey, I'm
looking forward to it.

You guys look like you've just seen a
ghost.

Somebody took a shot at Benson with a
crossbow.

What? Someone tried to kill Benson?

Or one of us.

Holy Toledo, Ohio.

That must have been Tracy's killer
trying to cover his tracks.

That was my theory.

What about Reba?

She's a tough lady. And she and Tracy
had their problems. But murder?

Quirky.

Tracy was always insulting him, so maybe
he snapped.

Yeah, and he did benefit.

He's now directing the movie.

Somehow he doesn't seem like the type.
What type?

The late Mr.

Cassidy used to say, beware the quiet
man, for he hides his passions.

But what did Mr. Cassidy know? He never
even finished high school.

This isn't getting us anywhere.

I'm going to go and see if the phones
are working yet. Maybe I can get a hold

the police.

I'll be in my office.

George, if you're not busy, we'd like to
rehearse scene 119, the death scene.

Miss Gatling, have you learned your
lines?

Yes, sir. Very good. Then if I can have
it quiet for rehearsal, please.

Quiet, please. Quiet.

I... I don't understand.

Who... Who are you?

I'm Sarah Ketchum.

Your maternal grandmother.

I welcome you to immortality.

All right. Very good rehearsal. Very
good. Katie, why don't you go

to makeup?

Let somebody touch up George's blood.
Okay. Everybody take five and then we'll

light this thing.

Well, what did you think? Oh, it was
wonderful. How do you think Katie did?

Oh, great. She's a natural.

Oh, it is so wonderful of you to give
her this chance.

She's having so much fun. She's
charming.

Listen,

George, I have a little suggestion for
you.

Uh -huh.

It's just a pointer about that dying
bitch you do.

Uh -huh.

I think you can get more out of it.

More.

Energy. Peace.

Yeah. Thanks.

Governor. Yeah. I just spoke with
Sergeant Leary in security, and he says

been unable to contact the local police.

Too bad.

Yeah. He sent one of his men out on foot
this morning.

Excuse me. I want to ask the governor a
question.

Yes, George.

When you say...

Pace, are you talking about how fast I'm
talking or how fast I'm dying?

Benson, Benson.

I know who did it.

Well, you know Maggie, the wardrobe
lady?

She used to be Mr.

Tracy's girlfriend.

Well, don't you get it?

He spurned her and she bopped him with a
skillet. A crime of passion.

You're a crime of passion. Just because
they went out together... Well, I do

believe their relationship had gone a
little further than the afternoon in the

malt shop stage.

That doesn't mean she bopped him,
George. And even if she did, why would

take a pot shot at me?

Maybe you know something.

Maybe you know something, too, but so
far it's failed to bubble through that

murky mind of yours.

Suppose you knew something you didn't
even know you knew.

And the killer knew you knew, but didn't
know that you didn't know what you

knew.

She may be right.

You might have some clue that you don't
even know about. Something that you saw

or heard.

It's a possibility.

Don't give me that look. Things like
that happen all the time in real life.

tell you what happens in real life,
George.

People who act like they saw or heard
something that they didn't see or hear

very often never seen or heard from
again.

Here he comes now. George, I need to
bloody you up.

Benson,

would you like to come along and see how
they do this?

Why not?

I haven't seen any blood yet today.

No, no, no.

They'll be all right.

Yeah, well, I guess I'll go back to the
coffee machine and see what I can pick

up. Miss Krause, didn't Benson tell you
not to pry?

I'm not crying. I'm just listening.

You want to come along?

No, I'm starved. I think there's some
turkey salad in the kitchen.

What are you doing?

Hey, just back off, okay? Back off!

Well, let me guess.

Rehearsals for West Side Story.

I was just protecting myself. He
surprised me. He tried to Johnny -open

cabinet.

You mean Jimmy?

No, no, it's him.

Who's Jimmy?

Jimmy, open the cabinet.

No, no.

It's Mr. Street. I saw it.

What were you after in the cabinet
anyway?

Look, it's no big deal. I just wanted
the film from scene 112.

I don't want the big guys in L .A. to
see me doing crummy shtick. It could be

bad for my career.

So you thought you'd pull a knife on the
governor? Yeah, if you've got career

problems, you should talk to your agent.

You guys are missing the whole point.

Street is worried about his career, and
the one person who could ruin his career

was the director of this movie.

And the director is dead.

So he's trying to get the film.

Don't you see how all the pieces fit
together?

Well, one of the pieces is missing.

There's no film in that cabinet.

Oh, no. They've shipped it already.

I'm dead.

I'm dead.

He couldn't have shipped it already.
We're snowed in.

Maybe he's got it on him. Let's just
search.

Wait a minute. Now, hold on here.

Now, I didn't take that reel of film. If
it isn't in there, then someone else

must have taken it. That argument just
doesn't hold water. Who else would be

interested in your crummy stick?

Answer me that, huh?

Maybe it was your daughter.

She's crazy about me.

Okay. Okay.

That's it.

Prepare to defend yourself, Mr. Freeman.

Take it easy here.

If you're going to fight with someone,
you're going to have to deal with me

first.

Okay.

Governor,

I wasn't talking to you.

All mouth, huh?

Governor, he was talking to Mr. Street.

I don't need this.

I'm out of here.

I am out of here. Wait a minute. He's
getting away. Hey, come back here.

Forget it, Governor. He can't go
anywhere.

Benson, I know you don't like to listen
to my theories.

But I know you're dying to tell me.

Well, you know me.

All mouth.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

Guess I lost my head.

Reminds me of the time that Timmy
Jacobson painted my saxophone.

Quick, George, your theory.

Supposing the missing reel of film had
something to do with the murder.

Since the film was missing, I guess
we'll never know.

Aha! Aha!

We have videotape. What do you mean?

Well, nowadays we videotape everything
we film.

It's a quick way of checking what you
shot.

Well, but whoever took the film would
have known about the tape.

That's true.

The tape is here.

Let's have a look at it.

Cut. Break that one.

I didn't see anything.

I don't know what Street is complaining
about. It looked like a pretty good take

to me.

Well, I'm no Gene Shalit, but it just
didn't make me laugh.

Oh, come now.

You watch too much TV.

Here they are.

Clayton knows who the killer is.

Clayton? All right, listen to this.

In 1949, Mikhail and Sofia Kalishnikov
escaped from Soviet Lithuania, came to

this country. They started a mail -order
lingerie business. Now, the first few

years were a struggle, but eventually
Mikhail's flair for lace and silken

ribbons... Clayton, skip the frillies
and get to the point. All right.

Sophia and Michael had a son named
Stefan Ivan, better known as Corky, and

attended Wisconsin State on an archery
scholarship.

It's a crossbow connection.

A crossbow connection?

The man was killed with a skillet. We
should be looking for someone who

in home ec.

Well, it ain't Corky. I've known him for
years.

Oh, look.

It's a movie on TV.

Oh, look, it's me.

Oh, I look so fat.

Run it back again. No.

Come on, run it back. What did you say?

Run it back to where it was interrupted.

Right there. Stop it right there. Right
there.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

And...

Uh, Duffy is wearing my scarf.

Your scarf? Yeah, the one I incorporated
into the butler's outfit.

Where did you get the scarf?

I picked it up here in the kitchen.
What's the big deal? But this was made

before you were in the movie.

So, so Duffy dropped his scarf in the
kitchen. I don't see what you... Oh.

Are you saying Arthur Duffy is a killer?

Well, what would his motive be? He never
even met Tracy until a couple of days

ago. Well, I don't know what his motive
might be, but he's got a very strange

look on his face.

Well, just because someone looks a
little strange doesn't mean that they

killer.

Oh, is that going to be your alibi?

You know, he does have a funny look on
his face.

Sort of like, I don't know, what, angry?

But he's surprised, that's all.

I've seen that look before.

What is it?

You know what it looks like to me,
George?

Looks like somebody who doesn't want
their picture taken.

Yeah, that's the look.

Well, now, the original film is missing,
right? So maybe you just didn't want

his face on the film.

Did you say the producers were... Well,
that's the rumor. I don't know if it's

true. I mean, there's no proof or
anything. People just say it. Who knows?

Hey, nice waffle.

Did you ever consider politics?

How about this scenario?

Duffy works for the mob, and for some
reason, he's on the run.

A photographer for the mob?

Why would they need a photographer?

Public relations.

Oh.

Now, look, look, hear me out, hear me
out. Now, Duffy comes to this town,

a low -profile job, and everything is
fine until along comes a movie company,

and they get his face on film.

Now, if the mob sees the film, he's a
dead man.

He tries to steal the film, but is
interrupted by Tracy. They struggle.

Duffy kills Tracy with a convenient
skillet.

A convenient skillet?

You don't want to hear my theory?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Benson may be on to something here.

Why does she have to be the one person
to agree with me?

It's very much like what I was thinking.

Oh.

Suppose Duffy is a spy who is licensed
to kill.

And he has been living quietly in
Capital City for the past three years

waiting for the opportunity to eliminate
Richard Tracy, who,

in reality, is a deep... cover Soviet
agent posing

as an obnoxious movie director.

A Soviet agent.

Tracy was too tall to be an agent.

It's a show business joke.

Not much, everyone.

Hey, have you got an Oscar?

No, but I've got a sense of humor.

There is no proof that Duffy was
anywhere near the kitchen at the time

Tracy was murdered. No proof whatsoever.

What about the scarf?

What about the look on his face?

What about his license to kill?

No, no, no. Clayton's right. There is
absolutely no proof.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm
keeping my eye on Arthur Duffy.

That'll be okay.

And I suggest that you take that tape
and put it in the safe in your office.

Whatever you say, Benson.

We're ready for the next scene.

I'll be right with you, Quirky. We're
lit, ready to roll.

I suggest that we keep this conversation
confidential.

Yeah, yeah. We should all button our
brains.

Yeah. That should be easy for you.

I just think we're wrong about this
stuffy thing. I called personnel.

I had his files brought over. I studied
him. He is exactly what he says he is.

He's a photographer.

I mean, the man checks out.

He's solid. He's real.

Of course, he could have falsified
information on his job application.

If he did, he's in big trouble.

Tim, this is the wrong filter. It
doesn't fit.

Where did you get this?

In the kitchen.

In the filter case.

This is not a motion picture filter.

This is a still camera filter.

Don't you know the difference, dodo
woman?

Hey.

Let me see that filter.

The last man that called her that died
suddenly.

George, isn't this the same filter that
we found under Tracy's body?

Yeah, it looks like it. Yeah, I put that
away.

You think it's from a still camera?

Probably. 35 millimeter.

Duffy?

Yeah? Can I see your camera a moment?

Sure, no problem.

Don't anybody do anything stupid.

Up against the pool table.

Put your hands on the pool table.

How did you know?

We didn't, until now.

We discovered the film was missing, so
we looked at the tape.

The tape?

They tape everything.

What's going on?

This man seems to have killed Richard.

Hey, pal, you mind if we save the
lights?

Nobody move!

Why did you do it, Arthur?

Jerry.

Jerry Loomis.

I was an accountant.

I kept good books. Too sad.

One day, nine million was missing and my
employer suspected me.

And they weren't the kind of guys to ask
for your resignation. In fact, word has

it that they asked for my head.

Ouch. So, I ran.

I figured nobody would look for me here
in the armpit of the nation.

Hey! Until your picture was taken.

If they'd seen that film, I would be a
dead man.

When you saw Clayton pick up your scarf
in the kitchen, you tried to silence him

with a crossbow.

Well, I thought the gun would make too
much noise.

Oh!

As an attorney, I think I should advise
you that what you have just said could

be construed as a confession.

Clayton, this gun is loaded!

Ah. Well, uh... Just pretend I'm not
here.

Arthur, what are you going to do now?

You can't get out of the mansion.

And the plows won't be around for a day
or so.

That's a problem.

Why don't you just surrender?

I think I'll take a hostage.

Excuse me, Mr.

Kennedy.

I'm very sorry about this.

I've always been a big fan of yours.

Oh, it's no problem, Arthur.

Benson and I have been in tough
situations before.

Right, Benson?

Yeah. Right.

Remember kimchi?

Kimchi?

Right. Kimchi.

George, I... Oh, yes.

Kimchi.

If this had been in a movie, nobody
would believe it. Well, one good thing,

heart is still beating.

Let's take him down to the basement
shelter.

Hey, why don't we put it in... Listen,
what you did, it was... It

was stupid. You could have been killed.

Well, I did it without thinking.

Well, sometimes I wonder if you've got
both chopsticks and a chalmaine. Hey,

that's only to talk to the guy who signs
your check.

I did it without thinking.

Oh, boy.

You know something? That was great.

I feel fabulous.

Well, it should be you to say, but
Krause was right. I could have been

Well, I could have been killed, too.

Well, that's what bothers me.

You'd have got top billing.