Original subtitles

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.

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