All language subtitles for McCloud S05E06 The Man with the Golden Hat

But where?

Some place safe.

Just don't let him
catch you with it.

Talking to him about...

Hey!

Hey! Look out!

[tires screeching]

I don't want you delivering
any more dead bodies

to the morgue, so, may I suggest
that you stay in after dark?

[instrumental music]

Howard: You're a clown, McCloud.

Not very funny what a .45 can do
to a man at this distance?

[gunshot]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Man 1: You ready to order now?

McCloud: What's the specialty
of the house?

Canned soup.

Well, I think I'm gonna give
a bowl of chili a shot.

I haven't had a good bowl of
chili since I come to town.

No kiddin'.
You from out of town?

Yeah.

Taos, New Mexico.

[telephone ringing]

Yes.

Hank?

- Why aren't you here?
- I was afraid.

- I'm bein' followed again.
- By whom?

Hank: I don't know.
- Where are you?

I'm at the, ah, little diner,
right, ah, down the alley

from where you are.

Ah... ah, Benji's.

What is goin' on?

He was followed.

Has to be the one
who called him at the bank.

- Does he have it on him?
- Ah, have you got it?

Yeah, but I don't know how long
I can keep it,

if that guy catches me.

Who can he be?

Whoever it is,
we'll take care of it.

Well, how?
What are you gonna do?

The others are here with me.
We'll think of something.

Ah, what's your-- what's your
phone number there?

Ah, 5-5-5-9-4-3-4.

Alright, stay put.

He was afraid of leading
anyone to us.

Do you think this is straight?

I mean, some mysterious man's
supposed to be following him.

Come on.

Hank is frightened.
Take my word.

Who is it? Who can it be?

Well, whoever it is, looks like
he knows about everything.

Well, this was supposed to be
foolproof.

- Hm.
Man 2: What do we do now?

I suggest that the next thing to
do is to try to get to Hank.

None of us can go.
There's always a chance

this person doesn't know about
the rest of us yet, only Hank.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Ellie, thank God,
I caught you.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm late.
I'm on my way.

Ah, Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
There's a little problem

you can take care of
on your way down here.

Ellie: What is it?

There's a little diner
just down the street

from your hotel, Ben's,
do you know it?

I think so.

Alright, I want you to get
over there as fast as you can.

- You want crackers?
- Oh, yeah.

Chili ain't chili
without crackers, heh.

How about little tabasco sauce?

Tabasco sauce. Here.

I think you're a little
dry here.

Got a little more ketchup?

Yeah.

Salt and pepper?
If you don't mind.

Yeah, sure. Here.

[chuckling] Sittin' right there
in front of me.

If it'd been a snake,
it would have bit me.

Oh, listen,
you got some chopped onions,

some big Bermuda reds?

[telephone ringing]

- Yeah. Hello?
- Now listen carefully.

One of my people will be over
there in just a few minutes.

Well, what about me?

Even if you're caught,
he won't hurt you.

As long as
you don't have it with you.

[dramatic music]

- Oh, my God!
- What is it?

- He's right outside.
Rene: Get rid of it.

- Whe-- where?
- Some play safe.

Just don't let him
catch you with it.

Hey, that's pretty good chili.

You must be Hank.
Rene sent me.

Well, I'm very grateful to Rene,

but I think
you've made a mistake.

- You're not Hank?
- Sam.

Look, Sam. You're the only one
in here who could be Hank,

unless...

Ben.

- So you have to be Hank, right?
- Right.

Except, I'm still Sam.

Hey, if I were you,
I'd have been Hank.

I told you, I-- I don't know
what you're talking about.

Man 3: You wear a hat?

No.

You were following me.
You knew I wasn't.

Man 3: What were you doing
at the hat rack?

Nothin'.

Look, who are you?
How come you know about this?

Man 3: Go get it.

Now.

Are you sure?
You're not kidding around?

I mean, I could get
in a lot of trouble

if this is some kinda joke.

Well, I wouldn't want
that to happen.

Look, if I was this Hank,
ah, what would be our next move?

You'd have something
for me to pick up.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, ah, Hank,
who's gonna pay your bill?

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[police siren blaring]

McCloud was in pursuit,
the guy jumped the fence and...

Pursuit, huh?

- Felony?
- Theft.

Don't make me drag it out of you
at this hour of the night.

What kind of theft? Automobile?

Burglary? Mugging? What?

He stole my hat.

- Stole your hat?
- Right.

What was in it?

- Nothin'.
- I can believe that.

You're telling me
a man died trying to

steal that silly looking
Stetson of yours?

Well, that's about it,

but I don't guess
he figured on dying for it.

Well, could he have thought
there was something in the hat,

your paycheck, maybe?

Nope. Hat was hanging on a peg
down at the diner

half way up the block...

this fella, Elrod Cook...

that was his name
according to his ID...

grabbed my hat
and started runnin'.

Well, you know, naturally
I took out after him.

Uh-huh.

[door opens]

Well, did you check
through the hat yet?

The lining? The hatband?

No, sir. We're waiting for
the lab boys to finish up.

Well, I can tell you what you're
gonna find, nothin'.

That's all I expect to get
from you, McCloud. Nothin'.

But we're going to look anyway.
I'll see you downtown.

Hey, Mac, go a...
go a little easy with that.

That's the only hat
I brought to New York.

I give the orders around here.

Rip it up.

Sorry, chief.
There's nothing here.

I could throw it under
the spectroscope if you want.

You can throw it under a bus
for all I care.

Well, write this up as one more
nut who died by how own cracker.

Your hat, marshal.

I was as gentle as I could be
under the circumstances.

Yeah, well, I certainly do
appreciate that, Mac, ah...

Thanks a lot.

[Emily crying]

Is that Mrs. Cook?

Yeah. Nice lady.

I'm having a couple of the boys
take her home.

This is the kind of thing
that rattles my soul.

You run into all kinds of kooks
and weirdos who pull

every kind of stunt
under the sun and you

take it like a drink of water.

Then some guy comes along that's
got everything goin' for him.

Straight, upright.
Nice wife, nice job.

Computer expert,
a regular Charlie Vanilla...

does something like this in the
middle of the night

for a little while,
everybody's whole world

is turned upside down.

You figure it. I can't.

Hmm.

Well, it just doesn't make
any sense at all to me, Joe.

Here he is a... he's a computer
expert with a bank,

he's got a good job,
reliable person.

Why would he try
and swipe my hat?

I mean that's a prank for a kid.

McCloud, we've gone up one side
and down the other on it.

There couldn't be a reason.

Well, if there's no reason,
he's got to be insane.

Ever try to find an empty bed
in Bellevue?

Maybe it fell out of my hat.

What fell out?

I think we can beat
the mornin' crew. Let's go.

What crew?

[door opens]

- You already heard.
- Yeah.

What do you know about it?

Probably no more than you.

He fell to his death while
being pursued by a policeman.

Could that be the one that
phoned him? That make any sense?

Well, maybe the policeman
was trying to force Hank

to betray the rest of us.

Perhaps.

But if he was running,
we must assume that dear Hank

had not yet accommodated him.

[scoffs]
Yeah, but he didn't get away.

The policeman could have
everything by now.

Maybe not.

My last words to him
were to hide it.

Solution seems simple enough.

We must retrace
the unfortunate steps

that led poor Hank to his death.

McCloud, we've held up the crew
for over an hour.

We let 'em in here,
we're never gonna find it.

You know what those guys
get paid an hour?

You know what the guys gonna do

that's paying those prices
when he finds out about it?

He's gonna call the chief, and
you know what he's gonna do.

Clifford: McCloud.

Hi, chief.
What're you doin' here so early?

The question is, what are you
doing here so late?

Well...

we were just following up
on the Cook case.

Thought maybe something dropped
out of my hat.

I'll tell you what fell out of
your hat, your brains.

I've had fifty complaints about
you holding up these guys.

Now get out of here and let
these men get back to work.

Move it!

I want both of you to
report back

to headquarters for assignment.

As far as I'm concerned, we've
wasted enough time on this.

- It's officially closed.
- I kinda agree with you, chief.

- It's nothin' but a dead end.
- Don't start agreeing with me.

You'll have me thinking
I must be wrong. Get moving.

Yeah. We're on our way in,
chief.

[engine sputtering]

It was your hat,
you can have the honor of

finishing up the paperwork.

Hey, Joe, I found him.

Him? I thought
we were looking for an "it."

Well, I'd be willing to bet
that the "him"

is gonna lead us to the "it."

- I'd forgotten all about him.
- Who?

It's right here, Joe. Hank.

- Who's Hank?
- Cook's nickname.

- His wife put it on the report.
- So?

So, he's the one that the girl
was lookin' for

when she came into the diner
last night.

Now that's too much of a
coincidence not to be connected.

- What girl?
- Well, I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

McCloud, sometimes you're scary,
you know?

Well, at least wise,
it's beginnin' to open up.

- Let's go.
- We're goin'.

Yeah, but the wrong way.
You mind turnin' around?

- Nothing.
- Me neither.

Where's Rene?

[door opens]

It was just a thought.

He hid it somewhere.
He said he would.

Maybe...

[snaps fingers] but he could've
got it back again.

Yeah, then it could still
be on him!

[dramatic music]

- Excuse me, is Ben around?
- I'm Ben.

Well, you ain't the one
I had in mind.

I'm the Ben on the window.

What about the Ben who was
workin' here last night.

[laughing] That's Little Ben.

He-- he-- he works nights.

Yeah, well,
what time's he come on?

Oh, it depends.

Weekends, late.

- What about tonight?
- 4 o'clock.

Why? You got a complaint.

Ben: I'm the owner.
- No, no complaint.

Just wanted to ask him
about a girl.

You want to talk to Ben
about a girl?

What's he servin' up here
at night anyway, huh?

Well, this was a girl that I met
over a bowl of your chili.

Yeah, huh. Just wanted to ask
her a couple of questions.

It's official.
We're police officers.

Now, wait a minute.

I run a clean joint.

Not great, but clean.

Now, if Little Ben's done
anything against the law

I want to know all about it.

Far as I know,
he's a fine fella.

I had to settle for white
onions in my chili,

but nothin' serious.

Onions?

What'd he charge you?

You know, come to think of it, I
ain't got around to payin' him.

Didn't charge you nothin', huh?

Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay.

Look, it's kind of a long story.
He'll tell you about it.

Dollar bill cover it?

[instrumental music]

You're the gentleman
who telephoned.

- Mr. McCloud?
- Yes, that's right.

This could have waited,
you know.

It was our tradition to

have someone remain here
throughout the day.

I'm sure Hank is pleased to have
so much company.

[Emily sniffling]

I didn't realize he had
all these many friends.

You know, this is disgusting.

Not to mention, a little risky.

Besides, it's not even here.

What choice did we have?

Tomorrow Hank will be in an urn.

Well, for seven million dollars,
I guess I'll...

You understand that...

I was the officer
that chased him?

I'm sure you had your reasons.

This place is getting crowded.
I suggest we take our leave.

What about the money.

Obviously, it isn't here.

What was it
you wanted to ask me?

[sniffling]

Why do you think it happened?

Well, I was kinda
hoping that maybe...

you might help me
with that answer.

Do you know a young lady
that might have wanted to

pick something up from
your husband last night?

My husband was working
last night.

What young lady?

She's brunette, young...

she kinda pretty.

My husband was a family man.

I guess you could say
he was a plain sort of man.

I'm sure my husband didn't even
know any young women.

Well, if there's anything
that I can do at all,

or if there's anything
that you think of

that can help me,
please call me.

You wait for me a minute, Joe?

Excuse me, ma'am.

What is it?

I just wonder if I could
talk to you a couple of minutes.

This isn't a very good time.

Well, I certainly appreciate
that, ma'am, but it's just that

I wanted to talk to you a little
bit about old Hank.

This may be the only chance
that I have and I...

Okay. Get in.

I appreciate it, thank you.

[engine sputtering]

[engine revving]

He was a good man.

Lot of people seemed to
think so.

He had a lot of friends.

You're...

McCloud? Sam McCloud.
I'm sorry.

I don't remember Hank
ever mentioning you.

You know all of his friends?

Guess not.

How did you and Hank meet.

- He came into Daffodil Club.
- Daffodil Club? What's that?

It's a key club.
Dancing, backgammon.

A little pool.

That was Hank's game, pool.

These friends of his,
who were they?

You weren't very close,
were you?

Well, I guess not.
I suppose that I...

I should tell you,
I'm a police officer.

Then, ah, this is strictly
police business,

nothing personal?

Well, I feel bad about
what happened,

if that's what you mean.

What did happen?

I don't know what went wrong?

Wrong with what?

[sighing]
This is as far as I go.

Does that mean you're not gonna
tell me anything?

Look, this isn't exactly a good
time for me to be thinking

about Hank and...

everything.

Well, I can appreciate that.

But I'm gonna have to ask
the questions sometime, soon.

This where I can get in touch
with you, the Daffodil Club?

Mm-hm.

It's private.
You'll have to phone ahead.

I'll get in.

I believe you will.

[whistling]

You remember
I was in here last night?

Ben reminded me when I came in.

I don't know how to thank you.

Yeah, well,
under the circumstances,

I kinda hate to ask you
for a favor,

but you remember a girl that
came up and talked to me?

She's kinda pretty, wore tights?

Yeah, I do.

You know where I can find her?

Wouldn't do you any good.

After the way you went
flying out of here

without paying your bill.

She's not to crazy
about you either, you know.

Yeah, well, I'm awful sorry
about that,

but, ah, this is official.

Where can I find her?

She's a dancer.

One of those go-go places
over on Second Avenue?

Not exactly.

[instrumental music]

[audience applauding]

[music continues]

That man from
the mortuary, he's here.

What man?

[instrumental music]

I'd need my glasses to be sure.

I wouldn't.

Can there be two costumes in all
of New York like that one?

No, that looks more like
a uniform to me.

[music continues]

"Whe... ah, where he was
chased up the alley

and over the protective
fencing by marshal,

Sam McCloud of Taos, New Mexico,

temporarily on assignment

with the New York City
Police Department."

- He killed Hank.
- Hmm. He chased Hank.

Hank did the rest.

Question is,
what's he doing here?

Looking for you.

If he were looking for me,
why is he out there

instead of in here?

Well, there's no way to avoid
him, if he is here to see me.

So why put it off?

Let's find out what he knows.

[instrumental music]

A vision, isn't she?

Oh, yeah. She is that.

I'm Rene Jauvert.

Sam McCloud, nice to know you.

You're a friend of Ms. Hart's?

Well, not exactly.
I'm a policeman.

Just wanted to ask her
a couple questions.

Oh, dear.

Perhaps it seems
none of my business,

but I'm afraid anything
involving the company

and in particular the, ah,

prima ballerina
must be my concern.

She, ah, she represents
a sizeable investment.

Well, I'd say that
you'd poured your money

in all the right places.
[chuckling]

Eh, yes. [clearing throat] You,
ah, you wanted to see her about?

There's a fella named Hank,
might be a friend of hers.

- You know the name?
- Hank? Hank.

Now, I'd have to
think about that.

Ah, she has many friends,
many, many.

Ah, what did this, ah,
Hank have to do with her?

Well, she came in a diner
up the street last night

lookin' for him.

Well, all that sounds
innocent enough.

Yeah, except Hank's dead now
for stealing my hat.

For stealing your...

your hat?

Yeah.

Why would he do a thing
like that? Ah, no offense.

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm not offended.

I... I'm kinda curious too.

[chuckling] Yes.

If, ah,
if you'll stay right here,

I'm sure you'll be able to
see everything.

- Appreciate it.
- Not at all.

[instrumental music]

[audience applauding]

I've found it.

Man 4: What?
- The money.

Walked right into my theatre.

Man 5: Are you alright?

It's in a hat.

- Hank hid it in a hat.
- What hat? Whose ha...

Oh, sweet suffering.

You don't mean the policeman's?

Exactly.

Remember that hat-rack
next to the phone,

cowboy was in the diner.

He just told me he was there

when Ellie walked in
looking for Hank.

Rene: Where're you goin'?
- I'm going to get the hat.

Are you crazy?
We can't get it here!

Look, are you just gonna let him
walk out of here?

Unh-unh.
This could be our last chance.

Where'd you get that?

What difference does it make?
I got it.

Look, I want
the seven million dollars.

And one way or another,
I'm gonna get it.

I suddenly don't know this man.

George, don't be foolish.

We have committed
the perfect theft

and the money is still
within our reach.

But we must act rationally.

We can get it back without that.

How? He's a cop.

Man 5: Well, we'll find a way.

- How much time do we have?
- That's the finale.

Yeah, it's the finale
for that cowboy.

I know what to do.

Trust me.

I brought you all this far,

I'll get you
the rest of the way.

[instrumental music]

[applauding]

- Pretty as a picture.
- Don't tell me.

- I know it isn't Hank.
- Sam.

I wouldn't have taken you
for a student of ballet.

Me neither, not until tonight.

I want to
tell you something, I...

you got a convert.

Well, I'll take that
as a compliment.

I see you got your hat back.

Yeah, I'd like to talk to you
about that.

Well, I'd like to hear about it,
but to tell you the truth,

I'm kinda on a strict schedule
when I'm dancing.

- I go straight home to bed.
- Hey, that's fine with me.

I'll be glad to drive you home.

Sam, it's not that
I don't trust you,

but New York City
a girl has to be careful.

Sam: Right.

- Taos, New Mexico?
- Yeah.

I'm here on special assignment.

Is that anything like busing?

Well, no, not exactly.

Well, Ms. Hart, what I came to
ask you about is Hank.

Ellie: Oh,
you can forget about Hank.

McCloud: Well, I wish I could.

Why'd you want to find him
so bad last night?

Oh, I-- I-- I didn't want to
find him.

I was looking for him for
Mr. Jauvert, the ballet master.

Well, I was supposed to pick up
something for him.

Well, why did he want?
Why'd he send you?

Well, I suppose because I was on
my way to the theatre.

Look, why is Hank suddenly so
important to you?

- Because the man's dead.
- Oh.

Look, I'm-- I'm sure I haven't
been of any help to you.

Maybe Rene can tell you more.

Well, I kinda wish he'd done
that when he had the chance.

What's that mean?

Well, that means that I was
talking to him...

Hey!

[dramatic music]

- Alright, where's my hat?
- I gave it to your friend.

Hey, look out!

[tires screeching]

He ran right in front of me.
There was no way I could stop.

I'm a police officer.

I gotta tell you, mister,
you're hurt bad.

If there's anything you want to
say, you better unload it.

Why?

Why did you want my hat so bad?

The money.

Need is desperate
to save my company.

Wonderful, good people.

All given so much.

What's that got to
do with my hat?

Seven...

million...

dollars!

Seven million dollars? What?

- Where?
- What happened? What happened?

Oh, Rene! Let me go.

Please, let me go.

[crying]

Yes, commissioner. Well, I'm as
surprised as you are.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Same man.

Same hat.

Well, that's what
I'm trying to find out myself.

Oh.

Of course, I will.

Just the minute I know.

Right.

Well, congratulations, McCloud.

You're now known
in journalistic circles

as "The Man
With The Golden Hat."

Well, chief...

You know, McCloud, when the
commissioner can't answer

reporters' questions, it's only
natural that he turns to me.

Now you can imagine how upset
I get when I can't answer them.

McCloud, what is going on?

All I know, chief,
is that two men took my hat

and they're both dead.

Even I know that much.

What the commissioner
wants to know is why?

Why would two men be willing to
die for that hat?

- Seven million dollars.
- What?

That's what the last fella
said just before he died.

- Seven million dollars.
- What else did he say?

Well, that's it.

Except that he was doing what he
was doing to save his company.

What was he doing?

Well, he didn't say
what he was doing.

Is that what you want me to
tell the commissioner?

That the that's worth
seven million dollars?

Broadhurst. Come in here!

Broadhurst,
have you heard of any

seven million dollars
being stolen?

Broadhurst: Nope.

Any security swindle, art theft,

or forgery worth
seven million dollars?

Broadhurst: Nope.
Clifford: Thanks.

Now, McCloud, if there were
seven million dollars missing

don't you think this
department would have

at least some inkling of it?

Well,
that sounds reasonable. Yes.

It also sounds reasonable
that there's something

to this seven million dollars,

otherwise, two men wouldn't
have died over it.

I hate to say this, but...

that does sound reasonable.

Well, alright.
You keep working on it.

But you do it alone.

And by alone, I mean,
without that hat.

From now, till this case is
solved, I want your head naked.

Is that clear?

Well, after all,
it's been through,

I was fixin' to take it to
the cleaners anyway.

Okay, one more time.

And try the truth.

Look, I'm tellin' you the truth.

- This guy came up to me and...
- What guy?

The guy that got killed
in the accident.

He said it was a joke
on a friend of his

somebody who was gonna dress up
like a cowboy,

and all I had to do was grab his
hat and give it to him.

Now that's all there was to it.

Do you think I would've
hung around there

if-- if there was
somethin' else?

How'd you know the guy
that was killed?

He came up to me on the street.

He said "You want to make
a 100 bucks?"

I swear to God, I never saw
the man before in my life.

- So you just followed me, huh?
- Yeah.

He said you were gonna be
with a girl,

and I followed you.

Broadhurst: McCloud?

You think he's telling
the truth?

I think he's too smart to make
up a dumb story like that.

How did Jauvert know that you
were gonna walk the girl home?

- Did she tell him?
- He followed us, I guess.

Would that give him time
to hire that punk?

[instrumental music]

Man 6: One, two, three.
One, two, three.

One, two, three. Set.

[knock on door]

Come in.

Looks like you got
a stack of trouble there.

It's any of your business.
Getting worse all the time.

I'm Marshal Sam McCloud.

I'm with the New York
Police Department.

Yes, I know who you are.
I've read your publicity.

You work for the ballet
company here, do you?

I'm the attorney
for the company.

My name is Fritz August.

Well, you must have known
Rene Jauvert pretty good.

As well as anyone.

Did you happen to know
a friend of his,

fella by the name
of Elrod Cook?

- I think they called him Hank.
- I read about him.

You said he stole your hat
or something like Rene did.

Yeah, you don't have any idea
why Rene would do

a thing like that, do you?

Why would I know
anything about it?

You never heard him mention a,
an amount of money, did you?

Seven million dollars?

Rene was always
talking about money.

The company didn't have any.

The company was in
financial trouble?

On its last legs,
if you'll pardon the pun.

- Everybody know that?
- No one knew about it.

Rene said he'd handle it,
there'd be enough money

for ten seasons.

Well, where would he get money
like that?

- Do you know?
- A grant, possibly.

How does that work?

Philanthropic organizations
donate to the arts.

As a matter of fact, we had one
ourselves till a few months ago.

- What happened?
- It was canceled.

Do you know why?

Well, they said Rene was
spending the money

on other things
besides the ballet.

You don't mean that
he was stealin' it, do ya?

No, no, nothing like that,
extravagance,

carelessness maybe,
nothing felonious.

Well, what's going to happen
to the ballet

now that Jauvert is dead,
do you know?

Well, if the windfall doesn't
arrive that Rene told us about,

the ballet will close
Saturday night.

[instrumental music]

Ellie, I'm sorry about what
happened and I wouldn't be

botherin' you except I got
no place else to turn.

I gotta find some tie-in
between that Hank fella

that you were lookin' for
and Rene Jauvert...

or anybody else
who might be involved...

What I'm askin' for, Ellie,
is a little help...

Just anything you might be able
to tell me

to put me on the right scent.

Again, I want to say
that I'm sorry.

I know what it means to you
to have the ballet close down.

Why should it close?

Because there's no money
to run it.

This Mr. Jauvert was a mite
careless with the funds.

Every time I see you
something awful happens.

And now you just
sit there and gloat

over Rene's ballet going under.
Well, it won't.

The Jauvert Ballet will go on
being a living monument

to one of the finest men
that ever lived,

and no matter how much you try
to slander him or,

or cover up your own part
in his death, it won't work!

You're shinnyin' up
the wrong tree.

Mr. McCloud, you're bad news!

Stay out of my life
and leave me alone!

Man 7: Elrod Cook?
Don't know much about him

except he was good at his job.
Sorry to lose him.

Yeah. Did he have any
close friends around here?

He seemed like a loner.
Most of the computer boys are.

I'm kinda curious as to
how these things work.

Hmm. What would you
like to know?

Well, what do those fellas
transmit through the computer?

Information.

Usually to send on to a bank
or store data in a computer.

What kind of data?

Oh, mortgage notes,

loan transactions,
you name it.

- Money?
- At times.

But all money transactions
are monitored by him.

- Well, what if he's not here?
- He's always there.

I mean, after the place is
closed up at night.

No one's allowed in here then.

Place is locked
tighter than a drum.

Oh.

Yeah...

Well, I'm obliged to you.

- You're more than welcome.
- Yeah.

Come a long way from the paper
tablet and a lead pencil, huh?

Yes, sir.

McCloud: I understand you handle
the Easton Foundation Grant

to the Jauvert Ballet.

Did you know Rene Jauvert?

Rene was a great, great talent.

Did you ever hear him
mention a fella

by the name of Elrod Cook?

I think his friends
called him Hank.

No, but that wouldn't
mean anything,

we only talked
about the ballet.

Do you know the ballet is broke?

Yes, well, without
the Foundation grant,

I wouldn't doubt that.

You were going to tell me

why the Foundation
canceled the grant.

[chuckles]
Yes, well...

Well, I suppose you'd hear it
sooner or later.

There was a feeling that Rene
wasn't doing the wisest things

with the funds he received.

Which is nonsense
if you knew Rene.

Well, I only met him
that one time.

Thank you very much.

[instrumental music]

Come in.

Oh, I was just about
to send for you.

Find out anything?

Well, you know, chief, I,

I have a feeling
there's a conspiracy.

Conspiracy? That's a lot of
words. What kind of conspiracy?

Well, I'm not exactly sure,
but you know this ballet company

is sinkin' faster than a hog in
a bog, and this Jauvert fella

now he said that he could
handle it as far as

the expenses are concerned, and
I think that that's where this,

this Hank fit in. But, uh...

Clifford. Alright.

Somebody out there to see you.

McCloud, I, uh, I'm as anxious

to get to the bottom of
this muddle as you are,

maybe more so, but I don't
want you delivering

any more dead bodies
to the morgue.

So, uh, may I suggest
that you stay in after dark?

Well, did you change your mind?

- About a lot of things.
- Good.

I can still use your help.

I'm sorry you had
to plead for it.

- I've been a real jerk.
- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

I would... and I have a great
respect for my opinion.

I'm sorry for what
I said to you.

Look, you were upset.
I can see it.

Oh, I was more than upset.
I was toppled over.

Right out of my ivory tower.

Do you have any idea
what my life's been like

for as long as I can remember?

Up at 7:00.
Three hours exercises.

Three hours at the bar. Rehearse
repertory all afternoon.

- To the theater by 7:00.
- Whoa. Hold it.

- I get the picture.
- Then do me a favor.

- What's that?
- Take me out.

You know, you're the only man
I know in town

who doesn't wear dance slippers.

Margaret:
I feel a little guilty,

the Daffodil on
a policeman's salary.

Well, I was goin' by
there anyway.

- Meaning this is business?
- And pleasure.

Which am I?

[laughs]

This isn't exactly the way
I'd pictured it.

Well, we're not there yet.

I left my hat off here
to get it cleaned.

I'll be right back.

Closes up faster than a
moonshiner seein' a revenuer.

Let's go.

[upbeat music]

Sure isn't Swan Lake, is it?

Hey, you better watch it there,
you get up on those tippy-toes

and start spinnin',
you may not be able to stop.

I'm through with dancing.

When I think of all those hours
and dedication and for what?

I'll tell you, a plow horse
has a better life.

[laughs]
Well, look, I don't want

to tell you how to run
your life, but, uh...

Mm-mm. Tell me. I need advice.

For one thing, I'd kinda take it
easy with that bubbly stuff.

Doesn't look like
you're too familiar with it.

What gives you the right
to tell me what to do?

Hey, lady, want a move?

Where to?

To the floor. You know, dance.

[chuckles]
No, thank you. I've given it up.

Maybe that's because you
haven't really had

the right partner, you know.

Are you kidding?
I've danced the pas de deaux

with Leonavitch,
Swan Lake with...

Oh, it's nothing 'til you've
done the whoomp with Cliff.

Come on, let's go.

Um. Wh-- what do you think, Sam?

Do you mind if your old lady
cuts it with me?

- Hey, it's her life.
- Okay.

Ready to answer some questions?

You've made a decision?

Yes, I've decided
to stop making decisions.

Start taking one day at a time.

Hmm.

Uh, can you shoot pool?

Did you ever hear
Hank mention a fella

by the name of Rene Jauvert?

Lots.

Was he in on whatever
Hank was plannin' to do?

Well, they were past
the planning stage.

- They pulled it off.
- When?

The night Hank disappeared.

McCloud: Well, how do you know
they pulled it off?

Hank called me, all shook up.

Something had gone wrong.

Somebody called and threatened
to kill Hank

if he didn't do
what he was told.

Well, did he do
what he was told?

Linda: He ran.

Was there anybody else who was,
uh, in on it? Do you know 'em?

- Two more.
- Yeah.

Do you know their names?

Yeah, one was George, uh,
something...

the other David.
I don't know what.

Yeah, well, there was somebody
else who knew

what they were up to.

The man that called
and threatened Hank.

That's what Hank said.

He figured one of the others
must've slipped up

and told somebody.

Why'd Hank do it?
He wasn't fruit for hats.

[Margaret laughing]

I got a feelin' that
your head's gonna feel like

the Fourth of July
in the mornin'.

I'm going to do this
every night.

Yeah.

Well, it's gonna
take a little more

training than the ballet.

Ballerinas are deprived people!

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

That was the first time
in my life I've ever had

more than one
sip of champagne.

- You gotta be kiddin' me.
- No.

- Really?
- Really.

And that was the first time
I ever danced like that.

No!

[laughing]

You know something?

- What?
- You're a very handsome man.

Oh, I know you're drunk.

Classical Roman nose.

- Greek chin.
- You had too much wine.

Mediterranean hair.
Spanish eyes.

Is that the first time
you had that bubbly stuff?

I got one more first in mind.

[McCloud chuckles]

Mm-mm.

Might be better if you didn't
overdo it right away at least,

you know what I mean?

Well, I guess I'm not too good.

I haven't had much practice.

Well, you don't have
to worry about that.

There's some things
just come natural,

you know what I mean?

Well, still a little practice
never hurts.

Hey...

Man on phone: Hello?
- Ellie.

Well, how'd it go?

[phone ringing]

- Yeah. Yeah.
Broadhurst: McCloud?

Why didn't you stay in bed
like you were supposed to?

Hey, look, Joe. I promise you
I didn't get in no trouble.

Broadhurst:
No, but your hat did.

[sirens wailing]

Phillips: I was just
getting ready for bed

and, uh, and I heard a noise

so I grabbed my gun and I came
downstairs to take a look.

- You got a permit?
- Yeah, sure.

I, I been ripped off twice
in the last six months.

Well, anyways, I-- I came down
and I opened the door

and this guy jumps at me
so I fired three times.

- He fell through the door.
- Any idea yet who he is?

There's no ID on him.
We'll have to check his prints.

I've seen him.

He's a guard works over
at the Computer Center.

Oh? That the same place
Hank Cook worked?

Yeah, he is the third man
on the list, I guess.

List. What list?

Well, Hank's girlfriend said
there was four men involved.

There was Hank,
there was Rene Jauvert,

there was George, and David.

Well, he's gotta be either
George or David.

How do you spell your last name?

- P-H-I-L-L-I-P-S.
- Okay.

When'd you bring
your hat here?

Well, I was here this morning
right from your office.

Well, then, he must've
followed you.

Well, I doubt that, if he did,

he did an awfully
good job of it.

I was lookin' for a tail.

Alright, who else knows
your hat's here?

This certainly isn't the way
I pictured it.

Well, we're not there yet.

I left my hat here
to get it cleaned.

[instrumental music]

[knock on door]

Who is it?

McCloud: McCloud.

[knock on door]

Oh.

You know last night when we
dropped by the cleaners

to see if my hat was ready,
did you tell anybody about that?

- Why would I?
- Did you tell anybody?

- No.
- You sure?

I'm positive.

Don't tell me...

Yeah, somebody broke in
the shop.

Oh! Did they get your hat?

No. But a fella got killed
tryin'.

Oh.

- How's your head?
- Like the Tympani section.

Well, I tried to
tell you last night,

that bubbly stuff
it'll get to you.

Please, McCloud, no moralizing,
not now, it's my head.

I'll worry about my soul later.

You know the best remedy
for that?

- The guillotine?
- Oh, no, nothin' that drastic.

- What?
- Old Indian concoction.

Margaret: You're kidding.

Down the hatch.

Sam, that is the worst thing
I have ever tasted.

- Good, isn't it?
- Mnm-mnm, mnm-mnm.

You have it drunk
by the time I get back.

[dramatic music]

I hate to say it
but my head's clearing up.

Good.

But my stomach just fell off.

Is that back door
open all the time?

Keeps the air flowing.

What is it?

Well, I was just tryin'
to figure out

why Hank ran past me
through the front door

instead of goin' out
the back door.

A lot closer for him.

He could've gotten
twice the distance on me.

- Maybe he panicked?
- Maybe.

Or maybe he was runnin'
from somebody besides me.

Who?

Well, he was scared enough
that he didn't want

to leave here and
go to the theatre.

You think that's why
Rene sent me here to him?

Well, that's what I'm sayin'.

Maybe the guy that he was
afraid of was back there

that's why he took his chances
on me instead of him.

So he hid something in your hat
and had to take it with him.

There was nothin' in my hat.

But there had to be at one time.

Why else would he steal it?

Maybe that's where
we lost the trail.

Maybe there was nothing
in my hat from the beginning.

I don't know if it's me
or this old Indian concoction,

but I don't understand.

Well, what I'm sayin'
maybe the hat was a decoy

so that the guy that he was
afraid of would think

there was something in the hat
when he went out the door.

But if it wasn't in your hat,
where could he have put it?

That is the $64 question.

Oh...

You got a knife?

Little Ben: Hey, what are you
doing?

Thank you.

What is it?

Well, beat that...

Grand Central Station
claim check.

- Come on, Sam.
Little Ben: Hey, wait a minute!

Who's gonna pay for the soup?

Why are you stopping?
This is my hotel.

Well, from here on
it's police business, Ellie.

Could be dangerous.
Three men have died for it.

- That's not fair! Well...
- Well, I'm sorry.

I'll let you know
what I find out.

You're the most despicable man
I've ever known.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

McCloud's found Rene's money.

He's on his way to Grand Central
Station to claim it.

Pick me up and I'll show you.
I'll be out front.

Yes, but who is this?

Man 8: Do as I say
or you're gonna end up

the same as your
three friends.

You're the one who called Hank.

Woman on intercom: Commuter
train to Hampton Bays via Queens

Hicksville, Centre Island,
Patchogue arrival 11:43,

departure 11:51 boarding now
at Platform Three.

I'll take that.

Margaret: Look!

Oh, so you're the David
on the list.

- What list?
- The dead man's list.

Start walking.
Come on.

Alright, please
hold it right there.

We'll take the suitcase.

Let go! Let me down, Sam!

Let me down! It is ours!

Margaret, will you
stop acting like a child

and give him the suitcase?

But this money belongs to us.

How do you know
there's money in it?

Well, we're not sure,
but as the lawyer

for the Jauvert Ballet Company,
I must inform you that

whatever is in the suitcase does
belong to the ballet company.

Well, that may be so,
but you're gonna have to

go down to headquarters
and put in a claim for it.

Fine, but we're not letting
this out of our sight.

The ballet's future is in here.

You better tell your client what
it means to resist an officer.

Give him the suitcase, Margaret.

But there's no telling
what'll happen to it by then.

Well, first of all, I'm gonna
make sure it isn't rigged.

- Rigged?
- Yeah. A booby trap.

I'm gonna take it
to the bomb squad

and make sure it hasn't
got a bomb in it.

Appreciate it.

McCloud: Anything?
Grover: Nothing.

David: And there won't be
until I see a lawyer.

- Did you call one?
- Yes, he's in court.

His office will send him over
as soon as he is out.

Well, until he gets here do you
mind answerin' a few questions?

Officer, I'm not going to
incriminate myself.

Seems to me like it's
a little bit late in the day

to start worryin' about that,

threatening an officer
with a gun.

Taking property from an officer.
Resisting arrest.

A little cooperation on
your part right about now

goes a long ways.

Now, can you tell me how well
you know this Margaret Hart?

Hardly at all. I've seen her at
the theatre a couple of times.

Well, she told you
that I had the stub

that I was gonna redeem it?

No.

Well, who did?

I don't know.

Somebody had to tell ya.

Find the money?

Well, we haven't opened
the suitcase, yet.

Well now you understand our
legal claim to the money?

Well, it doesn't really matter
what I understand.

It's up to the courts
to figure it out.

Courts? By then the ballet
could be finished.

You don't seem to realize how
many people's livelihoods

depend upon our
finding that money.

Well, we're doing the very best
that we possibly can

under the circumstances.

I don't consider shooting pool

with a cocktail waitress
doing the best you can.

Good afternoon, marshal.

- When'd you tell him that?
- Sam...

You know, you oughta be on the
stage actin' instead of dancin'.

That was really a convincing
part you played last night.

- I believed you.
- McCloud?

The bomb squad's finished,
and on the way up.

We're ready, chief.

Sam, please understand.

I was going crazy with worry.

I didn't know what to do.

I wanted to protect
the ballet...

but I did have one of the
greatest times of my life,

considering it did make me sick.

Clifford: Where are they?

Over here, fellows,
on this desk.

- Well, did you get it open?
- Yup.

Well, let's have a look at it.

That'll be all. Thanks.

Wait till the press
hears about this.

Three men dead over a bunch
of comic books.

[indistinct chatter]

Woman 1: Shotgun.

[mumbles]

What's going on here, McCloud?

Well, you know, chief,
I just can't help but believe

that the way they kept
that suitcase hid,

there must be somethin' in it
in these coloring books

that would give us a lead
to where the money is

a code or something.

Oh, a code. I see.

Well, here's a code
if ever I saw one.

"The balloon flew
over the mill tra-la."

"The ball bounced
over the sill tra-la."

"The wheel rolled
down the hill tra-la."

Now listen to me, all of you.

Put down those
McCloud encyclopedias

and get back to work
or I'll show you funny...

I'll show you the code
to early retirement.

Mr. Garvey.

I know that you've got a very
busy department here, but...

You're from NYPD?

Yes, I'm on special assignment

with the New York
Police Department.

No need to tell me,
we have top clearance here,

but no point in knowing
more than we need to.

Uh, make this a TCN.
Top Clearance Necessary.

That way, uh, you have
clearance for everybody

connected with your project.

And they should provide you
with all the...

Well... provide you with all
the, ah, protection you need.

You believe that
somewhere in these books

there's a hidden code?

That's right.

Soon as I know what the code is,
it'll be a lot easier

to crack the case.

Start this off
in the KYR series.

Since they've been able
to incorporate it

into already published material,

we've got to take it
for granted that it's...

highly sophisticated.

Now if KYR doesn't break it,
go to Quadrangle.

Quadrangle, sir?

Mr. Garvey, I don't want to tell
you how to run your business,

but I, I think that the--
the fellas that did this

are a lot less complicated than
you're makin' them out to be.

Good. That way we should
solve it quickly.

Is time a factor?

Three men have been killed
tryin' to get this suitcase.

As far as I'm concerned,
that's top priority.

TP.

"Harrison, Smythe...

Systrunk?"

He hasn't been here
since Christmas.

Put them on to it right away.

Now, if the men
do have to go Quadrangle

in order to keep things
moving at top speed,

use the LS computer...

That's all.

Garvey.

Garvey.

Garvey.

Garvey...

Yes, he's still here.
It's for you.

Thank you. McCloud here.

I thought you better know,
David Kern was sprung on bail.

I don't want to lose him,
is there any way

you can stall his release?

No way. He's already out.

Put out an APB right away.

- I did better.
McCloud: What's that?

I'm on his tail.

I'll be right there.
Thank you, Joe.

- Thank you, Mr. Garvey.
- Oh, thank you.

Garvey.

Joe, I'm headin' down
2nd Avenue,

I'm comin' to 23rd Street.

Oh, you're right
around the corner.

We're moving North on 1st,
just past 18th Street.

- Be there in a few minutes.
Broadhurst: Right.

- Who got him out?
- A bail bondsman.

Kern left with him.

- I still don't get it.
- What?

Who told you to put up my bail?

I guess your lawyer.

Nah, he was in court.
He hasn't even seen me.

Probably told somebody
in his firm to arrange it.

Where are we going?

Where your lawyer
asked me to bring you.

Joe... I gotcha.

Welcome to the party.

You want me to tag along?

Let's see what happens.

[dramatic music]

McCloud:
Hang on the car, Joe.

Right.

[gunshot]

[man grunts]

You expect me to believe
that three grown men are dead

because of some coloring
in comic books?

- Four.
- Who else?

- David Kern.
- The man at the station?

- Well, you had him arrested.
- Well, he's out on bail.

Margaret: But how did it happen?
- Got shot.

- Well, do you know who did it?
- Yup.

August: Who?
- I don't know.

He's unconscious
when we brought him in.

Well, maybe there's something
in the comic book,

some clue to the money.

Well, if there is,
we'll find it.

We got the best minds in

the country working on it.

McCloud, chief wants to see you.

Remember, whatever he finds out,

it still comes
from the suitcase.

And that, marshal,
is the property

of the Jauvert Ballet Company.

Hey, marshal,
in my office a minute.

I want you
to meet a friend of mine.

We were rookies together
on our first beat.

Marshal McCloud, Howard Barnett.

[intense music]

- Him?
- Him.

He was just about to nab the guy
that killed David Kern

when you came flying
through the window.

Well, I seen him running
from the scene.

- After the killer.
McCloud: How did you get there?

I bailed Kern out.

Barnet's head of security

for the Easton Foundation.

He's been trailing Kern
for weeks.

There's only one thing
I can say.

- Partner, you blew it.
- Now just hold on--

Now, you hold on.
I had it right here in my hands.

Well, did you see who it was?

No, just his back.

[clicks tongue]
I'm sorry about it.

I guess he must have been
the one behind the whole thing.

- What does that mean?
- I mean...

That there was someone
on to the whole setup.

- Everybody was afraid of him.
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
seven million dollars.

How do you know about that?

[sighs] Well, all I know
that four men are dead,

and they're all
after the seven million dollars,

and that's about
as far as it goes.

You mean, there was
seven million dollars missing?

Well, one of 'em told me
before he died.

Did he tell you where
it came from or where it was?

No, but I'm on the trail of it.

Oh, yeah? Where does it lead?

Well, right now,
to a cryptologist.

I found some books that I think

might hold the code
to where the money is.

I sure hope you're right.

Uh...

Pete, this stays in this room.

In this room.

Seven million dollars
had been lifted

from the Easton Foundation.

But how?

The way I put it together,
David Kern must have given

the secret account numbers
of the Easton subsidiaries

to Hank Cook.

He withdrew the money
through the computer.

Now, that's why
I bailed out Kern,

hoping he'd lead me
to the money.

Let me ask you about
those computers, Mr. Barnet.

What if Hank
wanted to take the money

out of those Easton accounts,
but for some reason or other,

he didn't, uh, have
a specific place to send it to?

Well, I suppose, hypothetically,

he could put it
in a non-existing account.

Just like it said.

What you're really saying
is that money could be

floating around in the computer
just going nowhere.

It could, but most likely
it's in a Swiss bank account.

Well, if it was,
why would they go to the trouble

to make a special code?

They just go to where
the money is and get it.

McCloud, there's a Mr. Garvey
on the phone

from the Cryptology Office, says
he's ready with the results.

Garvey: The fascinating aspect
of the microdot is that

on that small speck you see
before you, for instance...

For instance,
why should that dot

come at the end
of that particular sentence?

"Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water."

Alright, Mr. Garvey, why?

In this case
it is only because

that dot forms the period
at the end of the sentence.

But in other cases, a whole
encyclopedia of knowledge

could be contained
on that one tiny surface.

Mr. Garvey, uh, I, uh,

appreciate the education
you're giving us,

but, uh, would you mind telling
us what you have found,

not what you could have found?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

What do you mean nothing?

We checked every letter,
comma and period,

and I can unqualifiedly
guarantee

that there is not
a single microdot

in any of that material.

Did you check out
the possibility of a code

running through those stories?

We sent every word
and every sentence,

every combination of words

through a computer
transitional phase.

Then we worked the same effect
in reverse

for each and every letter,
word, and sentence,

so that the letter pattern
would show up

if there were one in the story.

- Mr. Garvey.
-Uh... What? What?

After you did all you did,
what happened?

Nothing! I can unqualifiedly--

Then what the hell use
are all those computers

if you come up empty?

This man told me
there was a code

hidden somewhere
in all that material.

Now, don't you blame technology

for your failure to bring me
something to decode.

Now the bill for all
the services comes to $5200.

For finding nothing?

Which I will send on
to your department.

Now, what do you want me to do
with that material?

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[knocking on door]

- Who is it?
McCloud: It's me, McCloud.

Can I talk to you?

What do you want?
I have to change.

McCloud: Well,
it'll just be a second.

Alright, a second.

I guess you know by now

that we came up empty-handed.

Mr. August told me you called.

I'm sorry that things didn't

work out like you wanted 'em to.

I'm starting to think
very little does.

What are you going to do now?

Ah, I'm not sure.
I've had a couple of offers.

San Francisco, New York.
Maybe one of those.

Sounds like that's a step up
to me.

I love this ballet.
It was my life.

Kinda like family, I suppose.

But you know there comes a time
when, uh,

when you just gotta cut the cord
and go out on your own.

Man 9: Two minutes, Ms. Hart.

Sam, why?

Why did all those men die trying
to find a worthless suitcase?

Well, I guess they figured
there's something worth

a whole lot of money in there,
just like I did.

Any case...

it's yours now.

Thanks.

Bye, Ellie.

Goodbye, Sam.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[instrumental music]

[applauding]

[crowd cheering]

Never staked out a ballerina
before.

Sorry to keep you up late
like this, Joe,

but this might be
the last chance we get.

[crowd cheering]

Man 10: Bravo!

Can you really believe she is
mixed up in those killings?

[chuckles] Looking at her,

it is kind of hard to believe,
isn't it?

But it's all I've got left.
Who else is there?

- McCloud.
- Hm?

[instrumental music]

I don't see the suitcase.

Maybe she's carrying the books
in the bag.

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Now what? Do we go in and dance?

[chuckles]

- How's your Lindy Hop?
- My what?

So, to the end of an era.

You certainly know
how to cheer a girl up!

McCloud, come on.
How long do we wait?

- I'll go check it out.
- McCloud, just admit it.

This is another dead end.

I know this may come as a shock
to you, but I'm tired.

- And I wanna go to sleep.
- Probably can't take too long.

She's been dancin' away
there all evenin'.

Probably all tuckered out
herself.

[instrumental music]

- Buck a ball.
- Price is right.

Any luck?

I'm afraid not.

I gotta hand it to him.

Never thought Hank had it in him
to baffle New York's finest.

He must be having a good laugh
about it, wherever he is.

Well, I hope so,
he's the only one that is.

Did you ever figure out
what he put in your hat?

Nothin', he hid a stub in the
hat rack

that the hat was hangin' on

made it look like
he put it in the hat.

Stub? What kind of stub?

For a suitcase
full of comic books.

Comic books?

I-- I don't suppose
it was a grey metal suitcase

with, uh, hooks on the front?

Yeah, that's right.
How did you know?

Were there have been a couple of

kid's coloring books in there,
too, by chance?

Right. How did you know?

Well, the suitcase is mine,

and the coloring books
belong to my nephew.

- It's yours?
- Oh! That kid.

He cried like a baby
when we couldn't find 'em.

I couldn't figure out
what in the world

could've happened to 'em.

What would Hank wanna take
them for?

Well, I was kinda hopin'
that you'd tell me.

He must've really flipped out.

I thought we'd said goodbye,
Sam.

- Hey, how about this.
- Forget it, Sam.

Can't you understand, I am tried
of being followed by you?

Tired of everything
being ruined by you?

I am, I'm tired of you.

If you're having any trouble
following me,

my name is Ellie Hart.
The Stuart Hotel.

Fifty-eighth Street off Seventh.
Room 921.

My phone number is...
Oh, go look it up!

[engine revving]

Hey, she isn't the only game
in town.

Well...

Look, I hate to break a long
established house policy,

but why don't you let me
buy you a drink?

So, Hank liked to play pool huh?

Let's forget about Hank
for tonight.

Man 11: Three in the corner.
- Hey, what is it?

You look like you just had
a religious experience.

Did that nephew of yours, uh,
color the book himself?

What?

The book that Hank took
from your nephew

that was in the suitcase,

did your nephew
color it himself?

Come to think of it,
no he didn't.

That's what made him cry.
He just got it that day.

- Where's the telephone?
- It's over in the corner.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?
- Ellie?

[telephone ringing]

You may as well stop calling.
I'm gonna take it off the hook.

McCloud: Ellie, Ellie,
now just hold on a minute.

Now, don't hang up.
I figured it out.

Ellie: Sam, if this is another
ploy...

- Have you got the suitcase?
Ellie: You know I have.

- I'll be right over to get it.
- Sorry, McCloud.

- No more tricks.
- Ellie, this is not a trick.

I figured it out. You
understand. I broke the code.

- I broke the code.
Ellie: How?

Well, it's a little complicated.
Where's the suitcase?

I left it at the theater.

- In your dressing room?
- No.

They were starting to pack
everything away

so I put it in one of those
storing crates.

Well, where would it be now,
do you know?

Sam, you'll never find it.
Pick me up and I'll show you.

- How soon can you be ready?
- I'll be out front.

[instrumental music]

- How are we gonna get in?
- Mr. August gave me a key.

[music continues]

Any idea where the light
switches are?

On the main light board.
It's over there.

Where's the prop room?

On the other side of the stage.

[instrumental music]

- Which one is it?
- That long one.

Right in front of you,
right there.

Well, this is a coincidence.

Well, hi, McCloud.

- Where is it?
- I don't know what you mean.

When I'm on a case,
I never leave it.

I mean, somebody's always
one step ahead of me.

Well, here you are,
one step ahead of me again.

I suppose if that coloring book
is in the suitcase,

that's just a coincidence.

But if I find it on you that
means that you're the one

that's been doin'
all the killin'. Hold it!

You go for that gun
you're a dead man.

You're carrying that cowboy hat
a little too far, McCloud.

This is not Dodge City.

Might be better for you
if it was.

That's a double action .38
police special

that you're packin'.

It's no match for this hair
trigger hogleg of mine.

You're a clown, McCloud.
A real rodeo clown!

Not very funny what a .45 can do
to a man at this distance.

- Ellie, get out of the way.
- Hold it.

You, uh, don't think
she's with you?

[chuckling] How'd you think
I knew to come here?

Now, you listen, Ellie,
very carefully.

Now you take that little old gun
I gave you

and point it
right at McCloud's head.

- Sam, he's trying to trick you!
- Oh, yeah?

Who else did you tell
you were comin' down here, Sam?

Sam, I didn't tell anyone,
I promise.

Well, I got two ways I can go,

I can believe you
or I can believe her.

I'll put my money on her.

I'll take that gun.

You're not giving me much
of an out, McCloud.

It's already murder one.

You got a choice,
life or death.

[guns firing]

Sam!

[dramatic music]

Alright, McCloud,
suspense time is over.

Are you gonna tell us
or aren't you?

The funny part of it, chief,
if there is a funny part,

is that this is the only case

that I've ever been
connected with

where nobody knew
what was going on.

I'd like to argue that point,
but go ahead.

It started when four men
got together

to steal money the easy way.
You know with a computer.

No guns, no risks,
just draw it out of accounts

that wouldn't be missing it
for a while

and then drop it into some
Swiss bank account.

Well,
the first part of it worked.

The money left the Easton
Foundation okay without a hitch.

But before Hank
could tell his partners

the number of the account
that he had sent it to,

that's when Barnett came along.

And he decided to grab the money
for himself, right?

Yeah, and it might a worked.

But you see Barnett must've told
Hank to send the money

into an account that Barnett
had set up on his own.

Only when he checked it out,
the money hadn't arrived.

So he knew that Hank
hadn't done his part.

So he started chasin' him.

And a bright boy that Hank was,
he started runnin'.

The code, McCloud,

how did Cook know
how to hide the money

so nobody could find it?

Well, it's all right here
you see.

Hank wasn't any whiz at codes
at all.

Fact is, he didn't have time
to work up anything complicated.

He went to see his girl
the night

that everything went wrong,
at the Daffodil Club.

That's where she worked.

Well,
that's where he figured out

how to hide the numbers
of the account

where he had hidden the money.

And in a way that,
that would protect him

if Barnett found the code.

In other words,
Barnett wouldn't kill him

as long as the money
was still missing.

That's right.

Alright, where is it?

Well, I'll tell you in a minute

with Mister Vale's help.

Now just give the operators
there the numbers

and he'll do the rest.

Numbers, McCloud?
What numbers?

Right here.

In this lil' old colorin' book.

You see, Hank loved pool.

Now every ball on the pool table
has a number

and a color that correspond
with each other.

Now, if I'm right, these,
these colors represent

the name of a bank, a country,
a branch, an account number.

In short, the exact address
of seven million dollars.

Ready, marshal, if you are.

Red ball number three.
Orange ball number five.

Green ball number six.
Green ball number six.

Purple ball number seven.

Black ball number eight.

Hope that's not the one
I'm left behind.

You're still behind it.

The answer will be
in that machine over there.

[whirring]

Zuricher Bankverein,
Zurich, Switzerland.

Account number 4-4-7-2
on account...

seven million dollars.

There ya go.

[whistles]

Hey! Oh-oh-oh!

Hey, there,
you don't know how close

you come to crossin'
the Great Divide.

Well, I'd like to cross it
if I could cross it with you.

[chuckling]

Thank you for believing in me.

You know, I still don't know
how they knew

we were gonna be at the theater.

- Who Barnett?
- Mm-hm.

Oh, well, his specialty
is surveillance.

He probably had a bug on every
phone he thought was important.

- Had anything to eat?
- Nope.

What'd ya have in mind?

Well, I know this little place
that serves up chili.

Not the greatest, but, uh,

you know, you doctor it up
with a little Tabasco sauce,

Bermuda reds, it passes.

[theme music]