All language subtitles for McCloud S04E02 The Solid Gold Swingers

That's it.

Put your party hat on, Jerry.
Be there at 4:30.

I've spent six months
building this case.

And I'm not going to let it
go down the tubes

because some jackass
is chasing his tail.

I've been called a lot of
things, marshal, but never that.

Look, marshal,
I had nothing whatever to do

with those killings.

- Then was he after me?
- He might still be.

That nut just strangled
another girl.

[theme music]

[siren wailing]

[music continues]

[whirring]

[siren wailing]

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[dramatic music]

[clattering]

Broadhurst: Freeze!
Hold it right there!

[clatters]

[music continues]

Go, get us some help, man.
Ambulance, too.

- She might still be alive.
- Who?

The girl in the next buildin'.

I make it to be
the twelfth floor.

McCloud!

[upbeat music]

[indistinct chatter]

That's it. [scatting]

[doorbell rings]

[music continues]

This your apartment?

Don't tell me you got
a complaint about the noise.

This place is soundproof.

I'm afraid it's
a little more serious than that.

One of your guest's hurt.
I saw her on the balcony.

Why that's impossible.

I saw her from
the other building.

I'd like to take a closer look
if you don't mind.

Right through there.

[music continues]

Got the key?

It's usually in the other side
of the door.

Then we're gonna have to break
it down if you don't have a key.

Is there any other way?

Not unless you can pick locks.

Everybody stay out of bedroom.
Don't want anything disturbed.

Everyone in the living room,
please.

The girl on the balcony is dead.

You know her name?

Exactly who are you

and what authority do you have
to question us?

Deputy Marshal Sam McCloud.

I'm on temporary duty with
New York Police Department.

Now that everybody knows who I
am, I'd kinda like to get even.

Look, miss, if he knows
your name better than you do,

we're gonna be here
all night,

because that's the
easiest question I'm gonna ask.

- Diane Fredericks.
- Diane Fredericks.

You see anybody go in or out
of that bedroom?

Ha!

I'll record that as a yes. Who?

I wasn't taking tickets.

You don't have to tell me
your name, Mr. King.

I'd recognize you with
or without your glasses.

[sighs] Swell.

I sure do admire the way
you're saying.

Thank you.
Listen, I'll do 14 choruses

of anything you want if you
just forget you saw me here.

Oh, I couldn't very well forget
a big TV star, could I?

- Even if I wanted to.
- Thank you.

Joyce Janesco.

Joyce Janesco.

Uh, miss?

If you're lookin' for
the powder room,

I don't think you're gonna
find it out there.

Uh, I can explain.

About her?

Well, it-- it's only a mistake.

It is?

Well, if we could
just have a few minutes alone,

I know I could make you
understand.

Why don't we start
with your name?

Melissa Thompson.

Look, that's not
really important. Uh...

- Chief.
- Marshal.

Chief Clifford!

Senator. Sorry we have to meet
under these circumstances.

Will you, uh, excuse us, please?

Oh, sure.

Where's the body?

What're you doin' here, chief?

Broadhurst had the
presence of mind to call me

when he realized whose
apartment this was.

- Well, whose apartment is it?
- Arthur Ferris.

Senator Arthur Ferris.

So whatever you have
better he good.

Well, chief, there's a...

What in the hell is this,
McCloud?

Well, chief, there was
a dead girl right here,

not five minutes ago.

And where is she now?

Well, I'll tell you,
I'm just as confused as you are.

Confused?

McCloud, of all the words
going through my mind

at this moment, not one of them
even comes close to "confused."

Now, are you sure she was dead?

Well, I didn't perform an
autopsy, if that's what ya mean.

[siren wailing]

Must be the lab boys.

See if you can head 'em off.

Anyone else see this
galloping ghost of yours?

Well, I tried to keep them
out of here, chief.

I thought there might be
a clue here.

I didn't want
anything disturbed.

McCloud, I'm going to try and
talk my way out of this.

Failing that,
you can rest assured

I will be leading the
lynch mob that strings you up.

Chief, I saw a body
on a balcony.

My office. Eight o'clock.
Tomorrow morning. Sharp!

[clock ringing]

[sighs]

[clock ringing]

Man on radio: The Seventh Avenue
IRT reports a disabled train

on the southbound track between
the 125th and 110th streets.

Subway commuters should try
the Eighth Avenue line

for the next hour or so.

Negotiations at deadlock
between the mayor's office

and the sanitation
workers' union,

a strike has been announced
beginning at midnight tonight.

The pollution control bureau
is anticipating

a record ozone level
late this afternoon.

Schools have been alerted
to cancel

outdoor exercise sessions.

An electric company spokesman
tell us that last night's

blackout in Queens was due
to a faulty relay in Buffalo.

The condition has now
been remedied,

no blackouts are anticipated
in the immediate future.

Though brownouts are
a possibility

if the weather
continues to heat up.

Traffic is backed up on the
southbound lanes

of the major Deacon Expressway
due to an accident

involving four cars
and a trailer truck.

Highway patrol
advises alternate routes

for citybound commuters
as it'll be about two hours

before traffic can be expected
to flow normally.

[knock on door]

Come in.

Oh, good morning, marshal.
Have a seat.

Care for some coffee?

No.

Uh, chief, about last night...

That's a slight
misunderstanding, marshal.

No more than a raindrop
in the ocean,

or a grain of sand
in the desert.

[laughs] You know,
Senator Ferris isn't a bad sort

once he stops shouting.

Yes, we had a long, meaningful
talk after you left.

About what?

About your desperate desire
to get back to Taos.

To get back to your own kind.

To roam free among the
rattlesnakes and coyotes.

- Well, chief, that situation--
- Ah, McCloud, don't thank me.

Senator Ferris is personally
processing your papers.

And he assured me it would
only be two or three days,

a week at the most.

Well, that, uh, that should
give me enough time.

- Enough time to what?
- To find that girl's body.

McCloud, there was
no girl's body.

Stay!

We checked every apartment
on that floor

and all we came up with
were three potential lawsuits

for invasion of privacy.

- What about the morgue?
- Negative.

Missing persons' reports
for the past 48 hours.

Anything?

The best we could do is a
45-year-old Brooklyn housewife.

She didn't show up
for her weekly Bingo game.

Well, chief, I'll keep you
posted on my progress--

Oh, no, no, no, McCloud. No.

I have something else
in store for you.

What's that?

Now I know what
you were thinking.

You're thinking that
I'll hide you behind some desk

or in a weed patch
on Staten Island

still this blows over, right?

On the contrary, your next
assignment will be

one of the most important
in the whole department.

You, Marshal Sam McCloud, will
be personally responsible

for the safety
of thousands of lives.

[blows whistle] Alright,
come on, kiddies, let's go.

Let's go. Wouldn't want
any of you little tykes

to get run over.

Here we go!

Mackie: Real good at that,
ain't he?

Reese: A born leader.

What's your hurry?

Well, he's not going anywhere.

Never hurts to make sure.

- Let's go, kiddies.
- Hey, hey.

[dramatic music]

445 Park Avenue.

Man 1: Right, lady.

[car engine cranks]

Taxi! Taxi, taxi!

[whistles]

Taxi!

[instrumental music]

Much obliged.

[siren wailing]

[car tires screech]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[bell ringing]

The headaches have returned?

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Anyone we know in there?

McCloud: Melissa Thompson.
- Yes.

Sam McCloud.

Oh, yes, I remember.

- The constable.
- The marshal.

Oh, was there something
we didn't cover last night?

Only what you were gonna tell me
when we were interrupted.

Oh, well, that's not
important anymore.

Well, if you don't, I might
think you had something to hide.

Well, I do have
something to hide.

[instrumental music]

However it has absolutely
nothing to do, marshal,

with your hallucination.

Well, out of sight, out of mind
doesn't quite hold

in this particular case,
Miss Thompson.

Just because that body
disappeared

doesn't mean I'm gonna stop
looking for it.

Well, what I had to say to you
last night, marshal,

couldn't possibly help you.

Believe me,
it was quite personal.

Well, I'm going to find out
sooner or later.

You know, it might save us both
a lot of trouble

if it was sooner.

Well, I was at that party
with Doug King.

- Lucky fella.
- Mm-hmm. Sneaky, too.

He's married.

Are you always that nervous
when you're out

with a married man.

Well, I have a certain
reputation to maintain.

As what?

As an interior decorator.

You see, most of my clients
are old money.

That means they cling
to the old morality.

- Would you like some coffee?
- No, thanks.

The slightest whiff of scandal

and some of the best doors
in New York

could be slammed
in my face.

And that's what
you were going to tell me

when we were interrupted?

Well, I know it's not a very
attractive secret, marshal.

But please help me keep it.

Well, as long as it doesn't
affect my case.

Oh, thank you.

Man on PA: Long Island railroads
have Shore commuter train

for Valley Stream Rockville
Center...

[indistinct chatter on PA]

[dramatic music]

Man on PA: Now loading on
track number four.

[music continues]

Man on PA: Last call
for South Shore passengers

to Valley Stream Rockville
Center...

[indistinct chatter on PA]

All aboard on track number four.

Can't do it, McCloud.

Aw, come on, sarge.

Just one little old make.
Her name's Melissa Thompson.

You're supposed to be
on traffic control.

The chief would kill me
if he found out

I was compiling a
private dossier for you.

Oh, no, no, this isn't private,
sarge.

This is official
police business.

So is that door you broke down.

Destruction of private property
in the performance of duty.

Let's see...
That's a 640-B.

I'm onto somethin' big here,
sarge, really.

Well, she'll have to wait,
McCloud. Duty first.

In triplicate.

Hey, Joe.

Joe, you're just the fella
I wanna see.

Can't talk to you now, McCloud.
I'm working on a homicide.

Some nut strangled a girl
over on Third Avenue.

- Diane Fredericks?
- McCloud.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

This girl was at that party
the other night.

If you're talking
about the party,

I think you're talking about,
I don't wanna talk about it.

No. Two killings in two days

is gotta be more than
a coincidence. Believe me.

Where are you going
with my report?

Well, I'm going to tell
Chief Clifford

that we feel
that there's a connection

between Diane Fredericks'
killing

and the girl that I saw
on the balcony.

McCloud, I'm not saying that my
being assigned

to show you big city
police techniques

has held back my
lieutenant's shield.

But if I crack this case,
I know I'll get it.

Joe, there's nobody that's
more deservin' than you are.

Nobody. That's why I'm going to
do everything in my power

to see that you get it.

You're going back to Taos?

Just as soon as we can get

to the bottom of
this double killing. You betcha.

Now the first thing
that I need, Joe,

is a make on Melissa Thompson.

Why?

Well, she seems to be
telling the truth, right?

You know that she was
the only one at that party

that was so scared
that she gave me anything more

than just name, rank
and serial number.

And while you're at it,
I think you oughta check out

the rest of the guests.

That's a full day's work
for two men.

Lieutenant oughta be able to do
it in half a day, really.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music on TV]

- Daddy's home. Daddy's home.
- Hiya, pop.

What'd you bring us?
What'd you bring us?

Oh, is that why you're so happy
to see daddy come back

from a trip, huh, because
he brings you presents?

- I like presents.
- I bet you do.

Alright, everybody down.
Eyes closed and hands up.

There's something this time...
for Carol.

And something for Billy.

Ooh, thanks, pop.

You're welcome, Billy.
Now, why don't you kids

take that up to your room, huh?

How was St. Louis, honey?

Oh, it was wet.

They had a terrible rainstorm.

Six inches of it, all of it
dropped right on me.

It's not tough enough
selling industrial supplies,

I got a thick chances
of getting pneumonia.

Well, sit down and relax.

Dinner will be ready
in 15 minutes.

Thank you, dear.
Were there any telephone calls?

Yes, there were several.
They're on your desk.

Thanks. I'll get to them later,
alright?

Man on TV: First up on the
six o'clock news,

a film reporter
for brutal murder.

This was how it looked
shortly after

our news team
arrived at the scene.

An alley in the middle of
3000 blocks of Second Avenue.

The victim was identified as
24-year-old Diane Fredericks.

The body was discovered
by two boys

who wandered into the alley
to retrieve a ball.

Robbery, apparently, was not the
motive for the slaying

since the victim's purse
still contained over $50.

Police have refused to disclose
any further details.

[instrumental music]

The American Institute of Design
never heard of Melissa Thompson.

The only thing she ever
decorated was somebody's arm.

That's at least one thing
she had in common

with Diane Fredericks.

They both worked for Karen
Chandler's escort service.

- McCloud!
- Oh, just a minute, sarge.

I'll be with you in a second.
If you don't mind.

- Alright.
- Karen Chandler.

Isn't she the lady that they
just released on bail?

That's no lady, McCloud,
that's a hot potato.

She's been indicted
for paying off anybody

with enough clout
to keep her in business.

If she ever decided to talk,

a lot of itchy palms would be
wrapped around bars.

Well, you know, if two of those
girls at the party

worked for Karen Chandler,

then maybe the girl
on the balcony did, too.

Possible.

Well, I guess I'll just have
to go the horse's mouth.

I've been called a lot
of things, marshal,

but never that.

McCloud: Well, that's just a
figure of speech.

[chuckles]

Care to join me?

In some champagne.

Oh, I think I'm havin'
a tough enough time

keepin' a clear head as it is.

You know, I'm sure my lawyer
would frown

on this conversation.

However attractive,
you are still a cop,

and according
to the district attorney,

I've bribed
half the population of New York.

Well, I'm not interested in your
legal problems, Miss Chandler.

- I just want to find a girl.
- Mm-hmm.

That's what got me
into those legal problems

in the first place.

I'm being persecuted

for just following
the old adage,

"Find a need and fill it."

Now, my escort service

fulfilled a very
legitimate need, marshal.

My clients included doctors,
and engineers, and executives

and gentlemen who just wanted
an attractive,

intelligent dinner companion

or a guide to the sights
of an unknown city.

Nothing more.

Just as innocent
as a church social.

You're so understanding.

[chuckles]
Miss Chandler,

did any of those attractive,
intelligent dinner companions,

uh, attend the party of
Arthur Ferris' two nights ago?

I didn't cater that affair,
marshal. I'm retired.

Compliments of the DA.

Would you be kind enough
to hand me my robe?

Now I ask you, marshal,
do I look ready for retirement?

He's about 22, 23.

Long chestnut hair,
brown eyes.

That description could fit
any one of a dozen girls

who worked for me
one time or another.

Well, do you have any pictures,
any records I could look at?

Are you kidding?

The DA impounded everything,

including my dance card
from my high school prom.

Appreciate your time
and everything.

You know, marshal...

I might be tempted
to come out of retirement

if the right proposition
came along.

Wouldn't want you
to lose your pension.

[dramatic music]

Mackie: Going down? [grunts]

Thanks.

Would you hit the "garage"
for me, please?

Getting out, please.

[grunting]

Hands flat against the hood,
feet spread apart.

- Look--
- Lean.

You can do better than that.

[breathing heavily]

- Look, fellas, I don't know--
- Answer direct questions.

Anything else, and I'll leave
you all over this car.

What do you do with this,
hunt buffalo?

Identification's in
my inside coat pocket.

Sam McCloud. What do you know,
Roy. He's one of us.

You better be carryin' something
besides a drivers' license,

or we're gonna start
this dance again,

and this time, I'll lead.

Lieutenant Roy Mackie,
DA's squad.

My partner, Sergeant Reese.

You don't have to memorize it.

I just don't wanna forget it.

Look, McCloud, we're sorry
for the misunderstanding,

but, uh, we're assigned to
keep an eye on Karen Chandler,

in case
she decides to jump bail.

You wouldn't be one of the boys
she was paying off, would you?

I'm workin' on a murder case.

Thought maybe she might be
able to identify the victim.

- Did she?
- No.

Then you won't have to
see her again.

- That depends.
- On what?

Whether I have any more
questions to ask her.

This homicide you're working on,
it better be legit...

or we'll think
maybe you're on her pad.

My partner and I take a violent
dislike to cops on the pad.

I'll keep that in mind.

[engine revving]

- Melissa!
- Just a minute, I'm coming.

I don't know what riles me more,
being lied to,

or somebody thinkin'
they can get away with it.

What on Earth
are you talking about?

This interior decorating career
of yours.

I didn't know they taught that

at Karen Chandler's
escort service.

Now, marshal,
unless you have a warrant

or whatever it is you need to
bust into someone's apartment,

I suggest you get out.

McCloud: Nobody's going any
place until I get the truth.

[sighs]

Alright.

Alright, my name
is not Melissa Thompson.

It's Margaret Harker.

And I was born in
Philadelphia, not London.

Well, that's all
very interesting,

but I'd rather hear about
Karen Chandler's escort service.

Look, I met Karen
at a party one night.

She just asked me if
I'd like to work for her.

I was bored
with interior decorating,

so I said yes.

It sounded intriguing.
I did it as a lurk.

As a giggle.

Well, I'm sure some of
the other girls

did more than just go to dinner
or the theatre

with a client, but I didn't.

Not that I wasn't asked.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Yes.

- Who?
- Jerry Davis.

You know, Doug King's friend.

We met a couple of months ago,
you remember?

Uh, no, I'm sorry.
I don't remember.

Uh, look, I'm rather busy right
now.

Perhaps some other time,
alright?

[line disconnects]

Client?

Friend of a friend.

[instrumental music]

Sam, I'm sorry I lied to you.
But I was desperate.

Who was the girl on the balcony?

I never saw any girl
on the balcony.

- This is where I came in.
- Wait.

Please, Sam, please, wait.
Wait.

I have to protect my family.

Look, if I get my picture

plastered all over
the newspapers,

I have to save them
that embarrassment.

Now, look, doesn't it
stand to reason

that if I knew anything,
I'd tell you.

Unless you had something to do
with her death.

Oh, Sam.

Well, how could I make you
believe me?

[instrumental music]

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

- Uh, Joyce Janesco?
- That's right.

This is Jerry Davis.

I'm in town for just a few days,
and Doug King

suggested I give you a buzz.

You know, maybe get together
for a drink and a few laughs,

maybe get a little party going.
You tied up?

- Doug gave you my number?
- Uh-huh.

And a great recommendation,
I must say.

He sure thinks a lot of you.

Hold on a sec.

Um... tied up till about 4:30.

Oh, that's perfect.
I've got some business

I gotta take care of until then
anyway.

Why don't we meet at my hotel?
Huh? The Ambassador?

We can have a drink at the
lounge and go on from there.

Okay. Um...

- Jerry.
- Jerry.

Put your party hat on, Jerry.
I'll be there at 4:30.

Fine. I'll be waiting.

[indistinct chatter on PA]

[telephone buzzes]

Clifford.

Yes, commissioner.

Uh, no, commissioner, no.
He hasn't arrived.

Yes, sir. I will.

Come in.

I believe you know
Lt. Mackie of the DA's squad.

We bumped into one another.

The lieutenant spoke to the
district attorney,

the district attorney
spoke to the commissioner,

the commissioner spoke to,
guess who?

I understand you met
with Karen Chandler.

That's right.

About a homicide
that never took place.

Well, that's a matter
of opinion.

Well, this is fact, McCloud.

Karen Chandler comes
to trial in two weeks.

I might be as thick
as a buffalo hide,

but I don't know
what that has to do with me.

The DA doesn't want
some smart lawyer

getting the case thrown out...

because the police
were harassing

and intimidating the defendant.

I didn't do any of those things.
Ask her.

I'm telling you to stay away
from the Chandler broad.

Lieutenant, I'll do the telling.

You're kinda touchy
when she's concerned.

McCloud!

I've spent six months
building this case.

And I'm not going to let it
go down the tube

because some jackass
is chasing his tail.

You sure that's the only reason?

Alright, knock it off,
both of you.

Now listen to this, McCloud.

You are forbidden, repeat,

forbidden to see
anyone remotely connected

with the Karen Chandler case.

Or even to think about them.
Is that clear?

And don't give me
any of your barnyard bromides.

A straight yes or no will do.

- It's clear.
- Good.

Lieutenant.

You have my sympathies, chief.

Why aren't you at that
school crossing, McCloud?

- It's Saturday.
- Oh.

[telephone buzzes]

Stand fast, McCloud.
I'm not through with you.

Clifford.

I'll be right there.

Now, listen, chief.
About the Karen Chandler--

It'll have to wait, McCloud.

That nut just strangled
another girl.

McCloud: That's her.
Clifford: Who?

The girl I saw
on Arthur Ferris' balcony.

I told you she was dead.

She look anything like that?

She wasn't wearin' that scarf or
that lipstick, but that's her.

Name's Christina Edwards.
They pulled her out of the lake.

No telling how long
she's been dead.

I want an autopsy,
yesterday, if not sooner.

Well, why would someone kill
a girl halfway across town,

wait two days, and drop her
in Central Park like this?

To throw us off? Make it appear
whoever killed Diane Fredericks

killed her too.

No. All we told the press
was that

Diane Fredericks was strangled
with a scarf.

We didn't say
how the scarf was tied

or anything about the lipstick
on the forehead.

Well, then, the same fella
killed both women.

That's not for publication,
McCloud.

Let's try to find out
who we're dealing with

before we start a mass panic.

And I don't want you
hanging around here.

- What about my case?
- Case?

You don't have a case.

Homicides are handled
by the homicide squad.

But since you did
such an excellent job

on traffic control,
we'll try and find something

for you in the similar vein.

- Well, don't press.
- Oh, no problem.

Sergeant...

see if you can find a potential
riot situation

to assign the marshal to.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure we both want your
last few days in New York

to be... meaningful.

"Potential riot situation."

Joe, I just don't understand
the chief.

The girl that I said was dead
turns up to be dead,

and he acts like a bobcat with
his tail caught in a ringer.

McCloud, she turned up two days
late and halfway across town.

Well, you can find fault
with anything

if you try hard enough.

Any clues?

Well, they found the cab
Diane Fredericks took.

It was stolen.

Well, the driver of the cab
must be the killer.

Looks that way. Except that we
don't know how he set it up.

Except that she was on her way
to meet a guy named Jerry.

Jerry. You know, Joe,
you're probably

way ahead of me on this,
but since both girls

were killed by the same fella...

Since Christina Edwards
was killed at that party...

Maybe this Jerry was there too.

Right. Maybe Joyce Janesco
could tell us.

[instrumental music]

I know this isn't my case, Joe,

but would you mind
if I tag along?

I don't think that's what
the chief had in mind.

Just wanna see a lieutenant
in the makin'.

[instrumental music]

Does this mean I have to walk
down 12 flights?

Oh, no.

No, get in.
I'll take you down there.

[dramatic music]

Relax, McCloud.
This isn't your case, remember?

Here it comes.

Get some help, Joe. He might
still be in the building.

[intense music]

Police officer! Hold it!

[items clattering]

[dramatic music]

[siren blaring]

Broadhurst: McCloud!

[tires screeching]

[cars honking]

McCloud: Chief.

Chasing someone through rush
hour traffic is like tryin'

to shoot a runaway...

Did you get any
kind of look at him?

Not as close as I'd like,
but I would say

that he's medium build,
160-175 pounds, black hair...

Oh, found this packet on,
on the seat of the truck

that he was drivin'.
It might be enough left there

to get a reading out of it.

Yeah, I'll give it
to the lab boys.

Anything here?

Well, the truck was stolen
about an hour ago.

And we found this in
Joyce Janesco's purse.

"Jerry?"

Well, you're sure enough
on the right track

with this Jerry fella, chief.
Congratulations.

See you around.

Just where do you think
you're goin'?

[sighs] Well, it seems like
they've come up with a potential

riot situation for me.

This group of housewives,
they got together

to protest the high price
of meat.

Cut the cornpone, McCloud.

We both know you're the only one
that got a look at the killer.

Now, since I have
no other choice

and against everything
I've learned in 22 years

of police work, I'm officially
assigning you to this case.

But bring your usual quota
of embarrassment, confusion

and ridicule down
on this department

and I will personally--

Appreciate your confidence,
chief.

Appreciate it.

I've, uh, never done anything
like this before.

All you've done
is accept a drink.

Cheers.

Let's just see how
the evening progresses.

[knock on door]

Were you expecting
somebody else?

No, no. Sit down.

Sam?

Ah, hello, honey.

I hope that I'm not bargin' in.

Yes, as a matter of fact,
you are.

Sam McCloud's the name, partner.

- Harvey Smith.
- Harvey Smith.

Nice to know you.
Nice name, nice name.

It's popular. How long
you've known my sister?

Your sister?

Sam...

Now wait a minute, sis,

let the man answer for himself.

She never would let you
get a word in edgewise

even at home. I guess maybe
that's 'cause she's the baby

of the family, she had six big
brothers to look after her,

take care of her,
you know what I mean?

Sam, we appreciate the visit,
but Harvey and I--

No, no, no! That's alright. I
was just on my way home anyway.

No, no. Please, Harvey.

Don't let me run you off, Harv.

I'm gonna miss my train.
Connecticut, you know.

Yeah, there you go.

I-- I mean, Long Island.

Alright, just what do
you think you're doing?

Miss Margaret Harker
from Philadelphia, isn't it?

Or was it Melissa Thompson
from London?

Very clever.

You know, I can't get
that straight.

You travel so fast I get wind
just listening to you--

Okay. Haul it, cowboy!

Be careful,
Miss Harker-Thompson,

your accent's slippin'.

Alright. Alright!

I'm Charlotte Ockleman from
the Bronx. Are you satisfied?

I'm fighting for survival
the only way I know how.

How dare you put me down?

Did you ever wake up screaming
in the middle of the night

because rats were running
across your face?

Did you ever see
your old man fall down

three flights of stairs
and come up grinning

because the bottle
wasn't broken?

Just don't lay any righteous
indignation on me

till you've hit some of the
cellars I've been in.

Oh...

Oh, you've ripped away
every shred of self-respect

I ever had.

Now, Melissa...

Charlotte...

you know I just can't
figure you out.

Every time you turn around,
you're spinning another story.

What did you expect me
to say before?

That I was exactly
what you thought I was?

[sighs]

Okay...

[sighs]

Okay.

What do you want from me
this time?

What I've always wanted.
Just the truth.

Yeah, well, you just got it.

Well, there's one point
that we haven't covered,

and that's Christina Edwards.

- Who?
- She's dead.

She was strangled the same way

that Diane Fredericks
was strangled,

the same way that
Joyce Janesco was strangled.

Now they found her in the park,
but I found her first.

On Arthur Ferris' balcony.
And that's where she was killed.

I don't know...

I don't know.
There were so many people.

She might have been
at that party.

I mean, there were,

there were at least 50 people
running in and out.

Was there anybody there
by the name of "Jerry?"

I try to forget names.

Well, you better
not forget this one.

It belongs to the killer.

Oh, Sam, I'm introduced
to at least...

- Jerry?
- Jerry.

Jerry, yes, that's the name
of the man who called me

the last time you were here.

He said that Doug King
gave him my name.

Oh, my God, Sam,
was he after me?

He might still be.

[gasps]

♪ We'll always double up

♪ Just like
a couple of pals ♪

♪ Skies may be cloudy
but I'll tell you howdy ♪

♪ 'Cause pals are there
when you need 'em ♪

♪ So please if ever you see

♪ That you're in
a terrible spot ♪

♪ Hey remember the very best pal
you've got ♪

[scatting]

Band a little something
like that, Bobby.

[applause]

Doug: I thought this was
a closed rehearsal.

Uh, don't blame him,
Mr. King, uh, excuse me,

I just kinda
elbowed my way in here.

Yeah, so I see.

Uh, lose any more bodies,
marshal?

Well, I've got all the bodies
that I need or want.

Including the one that I found
on Senator Ferris' balcony.

Senator, why don't you
come over and join us?

Must be kinda lonely
back there in the dark.

Besides, you can't hear
very well over there.

You two gentlemen
planning another party?

The senator is a guest
on my show.

You don't have to
explain to him, Doug.

I hope your bags are packed.

Well, there's been
a change in plans.

You see, the chief thinks
that I should stick around

till after the killer's
been corralled.

You might be able to
help us there, Mr. King.

I'm inclined to doubt it,
marshal,

I'm not too much good
on a horse.

[laughs]

I see what they mean, Mr. King,

when the talk about
your natural wit.

[laughs] Thank you.

You could be of great help to us
if you just tell me

why the killer used your name
to set up dates

with those young ladies.

- My name?
- Yeah.

He says his name was Jerry.

Do you know anybody
by the name of Jerry?

Oh, absolutely.

I figure I know maybe, oh,
at least ten thousand people

there's gonna be 40 or 50
Jerrys stuck in there somewhere.

Could you narrow that down
just a mite?

- No. I'll see ya.
McCloud: Excuse me, Mr. King.

I'm not finished yet.

Hey, I told you, I don't
know anybody named Jerry.

But you do know a
Karen Chandler's escort service.

- What are you implying?
- I'm not implying anything.

I'm just saying you had more
than a passing acquaintance

with Karen Chandler's escorts.

That's why the killer
used your name.

Who told you that?

Just horse sense.

In Mr. King under suspicion
in this case?

Well, you know, the more
that I throw questions to him

and the more he ducks them,
I do get a little bit

suspicious, you bet.

I told you
we couldn't trust her!

No, never mind,
I'm sick of this!

A man makes a few mistakes
along the way,

he pays okay he expects...

but there is a limit.

How did you pay, Mr. King?

Look, marshal, I had nothing
whatever to do

with those killings. And as
for that Karen Chandler lady,

you go back and you tell her,
I've reached my limit.

You bet I'll, I'll give her
that message.

Doug: Yeah, you do that.

That kinda sum up
your feelings, senator?

We'll miss you, McCloud.

There you go.

Oh, no, you don't, McCloud.

Excuse me, sarge.
I'm in kind of a hurry.

McCloud, we just received
a bill for the door.

What door?

The one you smashed
to smithereens

at Senator Ferris' apartment.

Three hundred and twenty-five
dollars for a door?

Most of it's labor.
I've already made out a 1257-J.

I thought that was a 640-B.

640-B is for destruction
of property.

1257-J is for restoration
of said property.

Uh, McCloud, I want this
on my desk by noon.

Just as good as done, sarge.

At 12:01 I put out
a warrant or you.

That's an 8325-P, isn't it?

Right.

Clifford: Come in.

Chief, here's the lab report
on that packet I found.

Hmm, morphine base.

Yeah, with a kick of a mule
full of white lightnin'.

A junkie, too, huh?

Well, according to the lab boys
he's about as hooked

as you can get
without knowin' it.

They figure he has some severe
pain, headache, stomachache,

somethin' like that.

What about the packet itself?

Well, it was made in Chinatown.

We're checkin' out
the distributor now.

Well, marshal, one good report
deserves another.

The autopsy on
Christina Edwards.

"The victim had been
dead three hours?"

So she couldn't have been
killed three days earlier

where you said.

Well, chief, you're probably
as tired of hearin' this

as I am of saying it, but--

I know, McCloud.

You saw her body. She was dead.

But that piece of
paper in your hand

says that that is a
medical impossibility--

Okay. Alright. But she is dead
now and that's a fact.

And I'm juggling a few theories
in my head as to why

she and the others girls
were killed.

I'll tell you
why they were killed,

because we're dealing
with a psycho!

Mackie:
"The killer's 5'10" or 11,

weighs about 165 pounds,
has wavy dark hair."

Sloppy letting
that cowboy see you.

Come on!

Could you pick me out of a crowd
from that description?

Probably not, but I'll bet
McCloud could.

Never get the chance.

You know, Charlie,
I'm worried about you.

You were recommended
as a first-class hit man,

but I'm beginning to wonder.

They're dead, aren't they?

Yeah. Like that job
three months ago.

All you had to do was
walk up to this guy,

put a couple of slugs
where they do the most good

and make it look
like robbery.

So what happens,
he hangs on for six hours.

Six hours, Charlie.

I didn't come here to listen
to a medley of my mistakes.

You came to me, not the other
way around, remember?

You pay the money,
I'll do the job.

End of sales pitch.

You got your dollar's worth.

So have you.

Nice house on the island,

family away from all that smog,
crime, drugs.

I tell you,
it's a cesspool here.

Yeah, well, it takes money
to keep 'em away.

Aren't you going to count it?

What for? I'm probably the last
person in the world

anyone would ever think
of short changing.

There's five thousand there.

Final installment
on Joyce Janesco.

You've already got the
five thousand advance

for Melissa Thompson.

And you'll get another five
when the job's completed.

Yeah.

Make it clean, Charlie.

For top dollar
my client deserves top work.

What about McCloud?

He keeps popping in
all the time.

You're a professional
killer, Charlie.

If he gets in the way,
kill him.

You certainly know how to make
an impression on a girl.

Your contribution
was a 100,000.

There's only 50 here.

I had to scuffle
to raise that much.

Well, put on your
dancing shoes, Murphy,

and come up with the rest
by tomorrow.

Karen, I'm already up to
my shoulder pads in hock.

You've been living too high
off the hog, Murph.

You better reacquire a taste
for fatback and collard greens.

Ooh, careful of that
Achilles tendon, Murphy.

You wouldn't want to spend
this season on the bench

the way you did last year.

Down home, we got leeches
big as footballs.

They'd latch on to
anything that moves

and suck till there's
nothing left...

You'd be right at home
with them, Karen.

[chuckles] We've been through
all this before, Murphy.

Because you and I have been
dear close friends

you have kindly offered to help
me defray my legal costs

with a generous contribution
of $100,000.

Not 50!

Maybe.

Just maybe...

you won't be around
to spend the 50.

Your gals are turning up
all over town,

tied in a neat little bow.

If you don't settle for what I
give you, you could be next.

I liked your leech story
better, Murph.

[screaming]

McCloud: Miss Chandler?

[Karen screaming]

Clifford: Hold it right there!

I'm sure you recognize
Murphy Michaels,

all pro something or other.

Running back.

Been getting into shape for
the new season, Mr. Michaels?

Murphy was just showing the
new play he's going to use.

What's it called, Murph?
The 50,000-yard scuffle?

It's a bush play.

Don't know if
we'll ever use it.

Oh, I'm sure you will.

And if I'm not
on the witness stand,

I'll be out there
on the 50-yard line

just cheering my heart out.

Want to prefer charges against
this man?

Pass.

Oh, what was that all about?

Occupational hazard.

You're gonna have
a nice shiner there

in the morning, Miss Chandler.

Oh, it won't be the first time.

Will it, Peter?

Karen, how are you?

Well, I was gonna
introduce you two

but it looks like
somebody beat me to it.

Oh, we go back a long way.

When I first met Peter
he was the roughest

straightest, handsomest flatfoot
on 45th Street.

And you were the prettiest
pedestrian around.

You got kind of a
nasty scrape there

on your back, Ms. Chandler.
You got a bandage someplace?

Oh, don't worry about me,
marshal, I'll be fine.

Come from very hearty
Swedish stock.

Well, look, I'd be flattered
to think you broke down my door

to renew old times, Peter,
but those kind of illusions

are the first to go.

Someone has been, uh,
thinning the ranks

of your former employees.

Yeah, I know. It's horrible.

You know, it's gotten so I'm
afraid to open the newspaper

or turn on the radio.

I hope you catch him
before he does it again.

Marshal McCloud here
has a theory.

Well, the marshal has
several theories.

Somehow you're involved in all
these killings, Miss Chandler.

I am?

Every one of those girls was
gonna testify at your trial.

Oh, and you think that
my associates...

My alleged associates
are behind it?

Afraid I might spill the beans
about whose palms

I crossed with silver.

Well, I hate to disappoint you,
marshal.

But I intend to plead guilty.

I'm gonna wear to wear
a short but demure skirt,

some 50 dollar-an-ounce perfume
and throw myself

on the mercy of the court.
What can I get? Three to five?

With good behavior in two years,
maybe less,

I could be back on the street.

That's just a figure of speech,
marshal.

But my point is why would anyone
kill the witnesses

if there isn't
going to be a trial.

Well, how about blackmail?

Could that be a reason?

Got anybody particular in mind?

McCloud: Yeah, Doug King.

Said to give you a message,
he said that, uh,

he paid for his mistakes,
that he'd reached his limit.

Peter, have you ever
known me to be

anything less than
straight with my clients?

Let's go, McCloud.

Karen: Peter?

You're still the handsomest
flatfoot in New York.

What's the matter, marshal?
Didn't my answer satisfy you?

I just hope that it
satisfies the killer.

[dramatic music]

Charlie.

Oh, hi, hon.
I didn't hear you come in.

- Are you going away again?
- Mm-hmm.

Just for a couple of days.

You just got back.

Honey, I don't like traveling
any more than you do.

But what can I do?
It's my job.

Oh, look.

See what I picked up in
the real estate office.

Now look at this.

Twenty-two acres,
Duchess County.

Now l-- look at the kitchen,
will you?

Right out of the 1800s
completely modern.

And there's a stream that runs
smack through the middle

of the property,
stocked with trout.

I mean, Billy and I
can go fishing everyday

if we felt like.

Charlie, where are you
going to get the money?

Honey, I've been doing
some figuring.

and we will have more than
enough in a just few more trips.

Then I can stop
all this traveling

settle down, be a real father...

and a real husband too.

Oh, honey, we are
finally enough ahead

to where we can swing
this thing.

That's why I've been
putting my tail off lately.

Well, where are you
going this time?

Chicago.

Do you know where
you'll be staying?

Oh, honey, I'll be
in and out of the hotel.

Don't worry, I'll call you
every chance I get. Okay?

What's the matter?

I'm running low on my
powders, that's all.

Maybe I can stop off
and pick up a fresh supply

on my way to the airport.

- Well, you get there safe now.
- Mm-hmm. I will.

- Call you tonight.
- Yeah.

Hey...

[blows kiss]

McCloud: Dr. Chen?

I am Y.S. Chen.

Friend of mine said
you might be able to help me.

You are ill?

Well, it's just, these constant
headaches all the time.

Feels like somebody's playin'
"The Yellow Rose of Texas"

with a ball-peen hammer in
there, you know what I mean?

Just...

Have you consulted
with a medical doctor?

Oh, you betcha.
A whole posse of 'em.

But they don't seem to be able
to give me

anything strong
enough to do the job.

The herb of Wood Betony
has been known to have

certain restorative powers
in that area.

Well, my friend Jerry,
he said that you might be able

to give me something with
a little more kick to it.

Herbs are all I deal in.

Well, that's, that's not the way
that Jerry put it.

I know of no one by that name.

Oh, sure you do, he's, uh,
in his late 30s,

one hundred and
sixty-five pounds.

The preparation of Wood Betony
will be four dollars.

I can have it for you
in one hour.

Return then.

Do you have a license to
dispense dangerous drugs

like morphine?

Cop!

Might just pay you
to have one on your side.

How did you find me?

Well, the fella that
I was just describing

left one of your packets.

You're gonna tell me about him.

Dr. Chen, I'm gonna give you
a little tip.

I'm only gonna tell you once.

You can make life tough
on yourself

or you can grease the shoot

that's your choice.

He came to see me
about six months ago

suffering from
excruciating pain.

You gave him a stiff dose
of morphine to relieve it.

What's his name?

Frank Morris.

How do I get ahold of him?

He comes to see me
when he is in need.

How often is that?

He was here only a few days ago.

I prepared several weeks supply.

But he is using the preparation
at an increasing rate of speed.

He could return anytime.

Alright.
We'll be waiting outside.

And you'll stay out of jail
just as long as you cooperate.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?
- Uh, Melissa Thompson, please?

Yes, speaking.

Hi, this is Jerry Davis.

Doug King's friend.

Hello, yes, I remember.

Oh, listen, I'm sorry about
not getting back to you

but I got tied up
with something else.

- Oh, that's alright.
Charles: Good.

I'm free as a
proverbial bird right now

and I'm sure anxious to see you.

Well, any friend of Doug's
is a friend of mine.

Charles: Great.
When can we get together?

Uh, well, I'm rather
busy right now.

Charles: Well, uh, how about
in an hour? Okay?

We can meet at my hotel,
The Ambassador,

and have a drink in the lounge,
go on from there.

Yes, that sounds super.

Fine. See you then.

Melissa:
Alright. Goodbye.

[phone ringing]

Desk. Sergeant Norton.

Melissa: Uh, yes, may I speak to
Sam McCloud, please?

Uh, he's not here. Is there
anyone else who can help you?

Oh, no, I don't think so.

Phyllis: Well, I can probably
get a message to him.

- What's your name?
- Uh, Melissa Thompson.

The private dossier.

Melissa: I beg your pardon?
- Nothing.

Look, could you please tell him
that Jerry called

and I have a date with him
in an hour,

so Sam better get over
to my flat right away.

Well, I'll certainly shoot that
message right to him.

Alright. Thank you.

Really, McCloud.

I don't know, McCloud.

Looks like we'll be sittin' here
for the next month.

Man's been under a lot
of strain lately, Joe.

Might need some more help
to get through it.

[instrumental music]

[traffic bustling]

Phyllis on radio:
Dispatch calling 734.

Seven-three-four. Broadhurst.

Uh, this is Sergeant Norton.

Is the meandering marshal there?

I'm still workin'
on that report, sarge.

What is it with you
and doors, McCloud?

I understand you just
broke down another one.

I'll explain it to you sometime
when I'm not on duty.

- 10-4.
Phyllis: No, wait a minute.

I have a message for you.

It looks like you've been
stood up, McCloud.

Melissa Thompson called,
said she had a date

with some guy named Jerry,
and if you wanted to stop it

you should go over to
her place right away.

- When'd she call?
Phyllis: About an hour ago.

And in the future I will not
take personal messages during...

McCloud?

McCloud?

[siren blaring]

Man 2: Need a cab, Ms. Thompson?

Oh, no, thanks,
there's one over there.

Police headquarters, please.

I think it's on Centre Street.

Don't worry, I'll find it, lady.

[engine cranks]

[siren blaring]

- Can I help you, friend?
- Goin' to see Melissa Thompson.

- You just missed her.
- Where'd she go?

She got into a cab
and drove off.

- Which way?
- Toward 7th.

[engine sputtering]

Where are we?

I'm sorry, lady, my motor just
cut out on me, that's all.

It's probably the carburetor.

Where am I going to get
another cab?

I'll have it fixed in a minute.

How many cabs are there
in New York City?

About 11,000.

All of them look alike.

Lady? Could you lend me
a hand, please?

Would you jump up in the front
seat and try and start

that motor while I work
on this carburetor.

Well, the meter better not be
running through all this.

[engine cranking]

It's not doing anything.

Uh, pump the gas pedal,
would you?

[dramatic music]

If you just,
you see that thing in there?

That's the choke.
Pull that out, huh. Right.

Now if you take your foot and
put it right on that gas...

[choking]

[horn blaring]

Take a right.

[Melissa gasping]

Take care of the girl!

[dramatic music]

[clattering]

[music continues]

[rustling]

[gunshots]

[siren blaring]

Melissa: McCloud...

McCloud...

McCloud: Melissa?

Melissa?

Clara. Clara Wallis.

Not too long.

Hello, marshal.

Chief, I...

I had his gun in my belt,
I didn't figure

he'd be carrying another one.

He probably wasn't.

We found this hidden
in the room.

It figures that the gun
was there too.

You know, uh, you didn't chase
him into that building,

he led you there.

No telling how many other places
around town

he has outfitted like this.

Sounds like we're dealing
with more than

just a homicidal maniac.

Ballistics is running a check
on that gun you picked up.

There were some
partial prints on it.

We turned it over
to identification.

How soon can I get out of here?

Well, I guess when you can
make it through that door

under your own power.

[grunts]

How's Melissa?

Scared, but feisty.

We have her under 24-hour guard.

Oh, I doubt that the killer
will try her again.

Well, if he does, he's sure not
going to make an appointment.

See you later, pop.

Right. Have a good day, Billy.

Mm. Morning.

I thought you were gonna
sleep late.

Yeah, I tried, honey,
I just couldn't.

Another headache?

Yeah.

You should see a doctor
about that.

Grace, I've been to doctors,

all they ever do is
take my money, that's all.

At least this stuff
helps me a little bit.

- Do you have to work today?
- Mm.

I hope we could spend
a quiet day together.

Maybe do something
with the kids.

There's some things on the desk
I just got

to clean up, that's all.

They miss you, Charlie, with all
these trips you have to take.

Next weekend I'll take
the whole weekend off,

we'll all do something
together, okay? Promise.

[instrumental music]

That's the $5000 advance
on Melissa Thompson.

People usually give
two weeks' notice

when they quit a job, Charlie...

If they want good references.

No more, Mackie. That cowboy's
just plain bad for business.

The job ain't finished.

I'll give you the
name of three guys.

All top professionals.

They can do anything I can.

Probably do the job
a lot better.

Yeah, probably.

But do you think
we're dumb, Charlie?

We've got the finest police
force in the country,

maybe the world.

If that scarf isn't tied
exactly the same way

or the heart's a little off,
don't you think we'd notice?

These killings are supposed to
be done by the same nut.

Besides, we're on a very
delicate time schedule...

which you've already fouled up
by missing the Thompson broad.

Why don't you eat something,
Charlie?

It'll settle your stomach.

You can forget Melissa Thompson
for now.

They've probably got her covered
like a blanket anyway.

Concentrate on the big one,

and then get the Thompson broad.

What if I just leave that
envelope and walk away?

I'll empty my gun
right in your gut.

Then I'd say
you tried to stick me up.

Pity you didn't know
I was a cop.

You could never pull that off.

Sure I would, Charlie.

I know how to make it
look real...

right down to the last detail.

Keep the money.

And get off that junk!

[instrumental music]

Charlie: Karen?
- Yes?

[footsteps approaching]

[police siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

Alright, get away from her.

Get away from her!

Coroner's waiting.

Well, you can chalk up number
four to your killer.

What was she doing down here?

- Where were you?
- Where I was supposed to be.

Sitting in my car,
watching the building.

She didn't come out after
awhile, I went in to look.

That's when I found her.

Didn't it strike you
a little odd,

her being down here
in the first place?

Listen, Huckleberry Finn, I've
been tailing her for six months

and you'd be surprised
the places she goes into.

Six months.
That's a half a year.

A half a lifetime,
putting this case together

and in five minutes
your loony ices it.

Do him a favor,
keep him away from me.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?
Charlie: Grace?

Charlie. I was afraid
your plane had crashed,

or you had gotten mugged
on the way to the hotel.

Charlie: Oh, I'm sorry, hon.

They nailed me with
a sales conference

the minute I got off that plane.

How was the flight?

I miss you, honey.

Well, I, I miss you too.

It'll soon be over, you know.

Just a few days more
and I'll be home...

for good.

Is something wrong?

I love you, that's all.
And I need you.

And right now
I need to know that...

I guess I need to know
you feel the same, that's all.

What is this, Charlie?

[sighing]

I just want to
see you again.

Well, finish your business
and come home.

I will, baby.

Goodbye, honey.

Just what are we looking for,
McCloud?

We won't know
until we find it, Joe.

[thudding]

Sounds like somebody else
had the same idea.

Sergeant Norton's not gonna
like this.

[grunting]

Damn Achilles tendon.

[groaning] Can't get up
any speed.

What were you doing in
Karen Chandler's apartment?

I'm here because of my
Achilles tendon.

You give me a straight answer.

You're gonna get your nose
out of joint!

Well, I was just looking
for some money

I gave Karen yesterday.

- 'Cause of an Achilles tendon?
- Right on, brother.

I pulled it last year.

Just beginning of the season.
Missed every game.

From what I read,
it's completely healed.

Yeah. Yeah.

Only I know it ain't.

And what's worse, the front
office knows it too.

But they got bigger problems
than me.

See, I got a three-year, no-cut,

no-trade contract
at some pretty heavy bread.

And even if I don't play,
they still gotta pay.

You got everything going
you way, so what's the problem?

[scoffs] My contract has one of
them morals clauses.

You know, if I run around the
Empire State Building naked,

or smoke a joint in the
commissioner's office,

they can bounce me.

I suppose that goes for

consorting with Karen Chandler's
young ladies too.

Murphy: You know it, brother.

They're truly dying to get out
from under my contract.

And if Karen ever
got on the witness stand

and blew the whistle...

bye-bye Murphy.

So you paid to keep her quiet.

Hundred thou was my tab.

I could only raise 50.

She's squeezin' anybody else?

Everybody with a secret
and enough bread

to keep it that way.

How about Doug King?

Oh, he's in worse shape than me.
He's on his third wife.

What about Senator Ferris?

Oh, that church-goin',
smut hatin'

defender of the public morals?

He's paying through
the nose too.

Any of the other girls
in on this?

- I only heard from Karen.
- Book him, Joe.

What for?

Breakin' and enterin'
will do for now.

[door opens]

Anything?

[doorbell buzzing]

Melissa?

[door opens]

What's this? A hold up?

Took you long enough to answer.

I was in the bedroom.

Well, you're just in time to
drive me to the airport.

I've given up taking taxis.

That's not too bright, leavin'.

Hey, Sam, twice that guy's
tried to kill me.

I'm not gonna hang around
and find out

if three's his lucky number.

Catch.

Sure is a shame you had to break
down the senator's bedroom door.

Shame, I didn't have this
at the time.

Sam, I couldn't give it to you.

Christina was lying
on that balcony

chalked full of something called
Digitalis Leaf.

You know, that's amazing stuff.

Three milligrams slows
your heart and pulse rate

down to nothing.

Takes a doctor to know
you're not dead.

So, we were supposed to, uh,

find the bedroom door locked,
force it open

and discover her lifeless body.

And everybody was expected
to pay to keep it quiet.

Is that it?

Well, we figured they were good
for at least ten grand a piece.

How'd she get off the balcony?

Ah! Well, there was a ledge that
ran around the building

and an empty apartment
next door to the senator's.

By the time your guys got there,
Christina was halfway home.

And I was standin' there
like a three-legged jackass.

Fortunes of war, Sam.

Well, didn't your
regular job pay enough?

Hey, look, that, uh...

crusading DA was trying to
force me into

testifying at Karen's trial.

You know, I'm really an
old-fashioned girl

at heart, Sam.

I do believe that stuff
in the Bible

about living three score years
and ten.

The only thing is I... didn't
have enough getaway money.

You know, that's the one thing
my old man taught me.

Without it, you're dead.

Yeah, that's what killed him.

After they closed down
the coal mines,

he was trapped.

No getaway money.

I didn't know they had
coal mines in the Bronx.

Well, it's only geography, Sam.

That's heavy.

Or maybe,
I'll try the Virgin Islands.

No cracks.

Hogan?

Hogan?

Melissa: He's here, isn't he?

Not so as you can notice it.

Where're you going?

I'm gonna find out
what happened to Hogan.

Well, I'm coming with you.

That might be exactly
what he wants you to do,

spook you into runnin'.

You make a much better target
outside this room.

I'm not staying here alone.

Well, all I'm gonna do
is check the hall

and make sure
it is all right to go down.

Now, lock the door.

Latch it.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

- Who is it?
Morris: Officer Morris.

Everything alright in there?

Yes, I want to
get out of here now.

[instrumental music]

[gasping]

Melissa!

Melissa!

[gunshot]

[instrumental music]

"Charles Hollenbeck.
First arrested, 15, petty theft.

After that,
mainly smash and grab.

Liquor stores,
gas stations, supermarkets.

Somewhere along the line
he graduated to bigger things.

The gun he dropped...

was traced to an unsolved
killing several months ago.

Went into the books
as robbery-murder.

Hollenbeck didn't rob
any of the women he killed.

Well...

seems to me, like,
on the surface at least

that of all the women
that was killed

Karen Chandler is the only one
that anybody would want dead.

Yeah. Doug King,
Murphy Michaels, Senator Ferris,

they all paid to
keep her quiet.

Which one hired Hollenbeck?

A professional killer doesn't
keep records or give receipts.

It's strictly cash and carry.

[sighing] Well, tomorrow we'll

get out our shovels
and start digging.

McCloud?

I'll think I'll just
sit a spell.

Maybe something will come to me.

[scoffs] The only thing that'll
come is a headache.

I got mine already.

Senator Ferris' door,
Melissa Thompsons' door...

Karen Chandlers' door.

The door we replaced Karen
Chandlers' door with.

You're gonna run out
of 6-40 Bs.

Ah... don't you make out
reports in Taos?

Well, we make our reports
in Taos.

Then why won't you
make them out here?

Well, we kinda have a different
way of doing things in Taos.

- Different system.
- I'll use any system you will.

Well, first of all, we just walk
into the marshal's office,

we draw up a chair and we tell
him what's, what's happening.

But you can't do that
in New York. McCloud!

Oh!

Sir. Sir, could I speak to you
for a moment?

Oh, I'm afraid
you're early, sir.

The service isn't until 8:00.

Well, I wanted to see
Karen Chandler's body.

Well, aren't you
with the Preston party?

No, I'm, I'm with the New York
City Police Department.

Well, this is a little
irregular.

Well, it'll only take a minute.

If you'll.. if you don't mind?

Very well.

Man 3: Karen Chandler.

[doorbell ringing]

Yes?

- Mrs. Charles Hollenbeck?
- Yes.

Sam McCloud.

Something's happened
to my husband.

- May I come in, please?
- Yes.

Mrs. Hollenbeck, your...

your husband was killed
this evening.

Please.

Oh, no!

Sit down, please.

[crying] Oh, no!

No!

His plane... His plane crashed?

No, ma'am.
It wasn't a plane.

Mrs. Hollenbeck, I've got to
tell you some things

that are...

that are gonna hurt you
a lot worse

than your husband's death.

What things?

Well, your husband was killed
tryin' to...

to strangle a young woman.

You're crazy.

Now I wouldn't put you through
this if it wasn't important.

Believe me, I wouldn't.

My husband... was in Chicago.

- I spoke to him on the phone.
- No, he...

He told you that he was
in Chicago

because he couldn't tell you
what he was really doing.

Now, we stopped him this time,

but your husband has killed
before and I...

You're a liar!

Oh, you're a liar!

You come in this house
and you lie, lie.

You're telling me that
my husband is a murderer?

Mrs. Hollenbeck,
what I'm telling you is that

somebody paid your husband
to kill four women

and I need your help
to find out who it was.

[instrumental music]

I suppose
I knew something was wrong.

Those headaches.

He'd always have headaches

when he came back
from one of his trips.

Sometimes...

he'd cry in his sleep.

A whimper.

Like a little lost child.

Did your husband ever mention
any names,

anybody that he'd ever
worked with?

No.

He was always talking about
getting away.

How awful the city was,
especially for the children.

Did he keep any records,
did he write anything down?

Just a notebook.

He was always writing
in his notebook...

seeing how much he made
and when he could quit his job.

Mrs. Hollenbeck,
I'm gonna need that notebook.

- You know where it is?
- It's in the desk.

You have a key?

He always kept it with him.

- This is it?
- That's it.

Mrs. Hollenbeck...

Did you find something?

It's a phone number.

Lieutenant Mackie.

- Who?
- Grace Hollenbeck.

Mrs. Charles Hollenbeck.

Do I know you?

You've done business
with my husband.

I believe
you owe him some money.

I wish I knew what you were
talking about, Mrs. Hollenbeck.

We both know what I'm
talking about, lieutenant.

Look, this isn't something
we should talk about

over the phone.

This is as close as I'm going to
get to you.

My husband had a savings account
at the Bristol Bank...

I want you to deposit $10,000
in it by 10 a.m. tomorrow.

I'll call to verify the deposit.

If it's not there,
I'll call the police.

I need a little time,
Ten thousand's a lot of...

[line disconnects]

Thank you, Mrs. Hollenbeck.

Mackie.
There's been some complications.

I've gotta see you.

No, not there. The park.

Fifty-Ninth Street entrance.

An hour will give you
enough time?

[instrumental music]

Karen: Swell, Mackie.

This is a terrific place
to meet. I could've been mugged.

You got nothin' to worry about,
Ms. Chandler.

You got three cops right here.

- Get your hands up, Mackie!
- Some cop you are.

You didn't even know
you were being tailed.

Well, welcome back.

Last time I looked
you were in an urn.

That Digitalis Leaf gets around
pretty good, doesn't it?

Three milligrams and only your
doctor can tell for sure

if you're really dead.

Of course,
it doesn't matter too much

as long as you had that
scarf around your neck,

and that lipstick
on your forehead...

nobody's gonna pay
too much attention anyway.

They're gonna figure you're
just another victim

of that homicidal maniac.

Especially with Lieutenant
Mackie supervising everything.

You were the fella that didn't
like cops on the pad.

Lean!

How much did you pay that
deputy coroner

to fake the autopsy report?

Look, there's enough left
for both of you.

- Lean!
- How did you find out?

That autopsy report was a nice
piece of professional work,

right down to your black eye.

But it didn't mention
the cut on your back

after Murphy Michaels played
scrimmage with you.

I could never forget a beautiful
back like yours, Ms. Chandler.

I'll get the car.

Alright, let's go.

Mackie.

You weren't gonna plead guilty.

You were gonna take the money
and disappear...

with nobody lookin' for you,

not the law,
not your friends, nobody.

Because officially
you were dead.

I spent my life scrambling
to get off these streets.

And now just when I got it made,

they want to take it away
from me...

throw me in prison.

Where do you start over again
at my age?

How do you keep things going?

You don't do it by killing
three people. Move!

One of them was feeding
information to the DA anyhow.

She's the one
who got me into this mess

in the first place.

Look, McCloud,
if you could just...

I'll give you... oh! Oh!

Joe! Joe!

dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[instrumental music]

Man 4: Hey, where're you goin'
in my bus!

Hey!

[engine revving]

- 7-3-4. 7-3-4 to dispatch.
- Go ahead, 7-3-4.

You won't believe this,
but McCloud just grabbed a bus.

He's chasing a taxi
across 59th Street.

[music continues]

All available units,
assist office in city bus

pursuing taxi across
59th Street.

[tires screeching]

Repeat. All available units...

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

[music continues]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[music continues]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[theme music]