Original subtitles

[clamoring]

His name is McCloud.

He's got to die tonight,

or we could be out of business by morning.

We understand the man you threw off the building

may be involved in the murder of Superintendent Caldwell.

Stop, or I'll shoot!

[horse neighing]

[dramatic music]

[crowd clamoring]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Alright, Demery, I called your raise. What do you have?

Demery: Full house. Jacks over sevens.

Three kings.

Straight to seven.

Full house. Aces over eight.

- Can you beat that? - I already did.

[chuckles] I know you did.

Now I can see why this guy grabbed

all the marbles over in Australia.

Not all the marbles.

[camera clicks]

Alex Demery? It can't be.

All the way from the United States.

It's official, Eric. We've been invaded.

[camera clicks]

Charles Oakland himself.

I'm gonna have to pass,

on the hand and on the proposition.

- You can't pass. - I can't?

Perhaps I'm old, but I like things the way they are.

Now, who's that heavyweight? We've got to find out.

Well, he's got to turn around sometime.

Oakland: Why don't we have another drink, gentlemen?

Eric. Eric, he's turning.

- Damn! - What's the matter?

Bloody butler got in the way.

- My private stock. The best. - Of course.

Demery: Mr. Oakland, I know that our proposition

will be, not could be, but will be very beneficial

for everyone here, you as well as us.

I wish you'd reconsider.

It won't change my mind.

I feel very strongly about this country.

Long: You wanted gin.

- Getting any of the chat? - A little.

But I've got to get a direct shot into that cabin.

At the moment I'm picking up the generators

and everything else on that boat.

Well, we can't get any closer.

Oh, they've got to be armed to the teeth.

I bet what they're saying might be just the arms we need.

I got to give it a try. You can stay here.

Uh-uh.

Any place you can go, I can go, mate.

Right.

I think my, uh, friend Alfie here

may have misinterpreted what we have in mind, Mr. Oakland.

My appraisal of you, Mr. Demery,

doesn't rely on anything Mr. Donnely has said.

You are, after all, famous.

I'm a hard worker. I'm also a man of my word.

Anybody that ever worked with me would tell you that.

Those that can talk, you mean.

You've been listening to the wrong people.

[engine revving]

What do you know about Sydney Harbor, Mr. Demery?

Nice-lookin' piece of real estate.

Yes, on the surface, all beautiful and serene.

Just below the surface, there's another story.

Right here, where we lie anchored, in front of the center

of what's probably the most concentrated

breeding ground for sharks in the world.

What do you think of that?

- I'd get rid of 'em. - How?

Once they decide they like a place, they make it their own.

Now, if we could've kept the first shark out...

I'm beginning to get the drift.

I thought you would.

I guess we count him out.

He's old.

He won't be around much longer anyway.

Always wondered where you came from

before you arrived in Sydney.

Your manners suggest

you ran with a pack of dingos.

The tail end of the pack at that.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Charlie.

Mr. Long, will you see us to shore?

[instrumental music]

The man's got style and guts.

Hold the launch!

I'll be leaving, too.

We haven't completed our business.

It seems to me that there are three serious obstacles

to our arrangement, Alfie.

The two gentlemen in this boat and, that, uh,

police inspector, Superintendent Caldwell.

He's cost us a fortune every time

we tried to set up in Australia.

If those are the only problems we have,

we'll be talking very soon.

No offence, Alfie, but, uh,

I think you might be in over your head.

Still, you give a nice party. See ya.

[instrumental music]

Sorry to break up the party.

Maybe you're just the man to put it back together.

I don't think you understood me.

I'm not interested in seeing you people come to Australia.

I like things the way they are, and I get things the way I like.

[camera clicks]

[intense music]

Blasted engines. Tardy earthing.

[groans]

What is it?

What's the matter with you?

[groaning]

Charlie: Charles! Ah!

Hey, stop this thing. Somebody give him a hand.

[Charlie screaming]

- Oh, God! Eric: What happened?

Someone's gone overboard.

Eric, what will we do? I mean, we...

- We could help. - We can't help.

But they're not trying to help, and if they don't hurry--

Hurry, before he drowns!

- Turn it around. - Get me out of here!

Charlie: Hurry! Please. - Please!

[gasps] Oh! Can't breathe...

[Oakland panting]

I wouldn't put my arms out of the launch if I were you.

- Get me out of here! - Shark!

Shark!

- No! - Charles!

Oh, my God!

[Charlie screaming]

I think I'm gonna be sick.

[screaming]

Eric, it's a feeding frenzy.

We gotta get out of here quickly!

Eric, we've got to get out of here.

- The equipment. - Eric, no!

Eric, for God's sake, forget the equipment!

- No! - Eric, come back to the boat!

No!

Jenny, get me out!

My leg. It's hurting.

- Eric. - Please. What happened?

Oh, God! Eric, don't look down.

Just, darling, just lie back in the boat.

I, I'm gonna have to tie a rope a-- around your leg.

[intense music]

[machine beeping]

Jennifer: With all due respect, superintendent,

I don't think I can take this kind of special police work

any longer. I...

I just don't know whether the whole thing is really worth it.

[machine beeping]

How close did he come?

Too close.

[machine beeping]

- How's your mother, sir? - Hm?

Oh, she's fine, fine. She's just in for tests.

We're going back to headquarters now, sir?

Well, Putney, to my home and then to the airport.

I'm flying to the United States.

Uh, tonight, sir?

Just as soon as I can alert the New York Police Department.

Something to do with your mother, sir?

Hm? Oh, yeah. Yes, my mother, Putney.

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

Woman on PA: ...white courtesy phone, please.

Now, the commissioner'll be here any minute,

so keep your eyes open and your mouths shut.

Visiting dignitaries can do more

to screw up a good police career than anything I know,

even though the dignitary is a cop.

So watch what you say and do.

You're walking on political eggshells.

[dramatic music]

Woman on PA: Passengers from Central Airlines flight 16,

your plane will leave...

[intense music]

[music continues]

You feeling alright, officer?

[aircraft droning]

Woman on phone: Operator. - Security, please.

Man on phone: Security. - This is Officer McCloud.

- Checkin' in. Man on phone: Hi, McCloud.

Did you see Officer Murphy?

Haven't heard from him for quite a while.

Well, how long's it been?

More than half an hour. Any problems down there?

No, it's quiet as a church mouse here.

Man on phone: Ha. Could you go over to B Concourse and check?

Yeah, sure, I'll run over there and see if I can find him.

Man on phone: 10-4.

Are we entitled to know why this big mucky muck

is coming in to New York?

Just think of it as another one

of those exchange programs.

Does that mean you're going to Australia?

Don't I wish? Anything to get away from...

Woman on phone: United flight 108 to Miami, Florida...

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Officer McCloud here. Would you give me security, please?

This is Officer McCloud, uh--

Oh, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

McCloud: Excuse me, just a minute, would you, chief?

Uh, has anything turned up yet?

Oh, well, I'll just keep lookin'.

I guess it's cry.

For a minute I thought you might be

catching a plane to Taos.

Oh, no, this is my week for airport detail.

One of our officers is missing.

- Missing? - Yeah. Checked in.

They haven't heard from him in over an hour.

- What airline terminal? - Well, this one.

That's why I came over here to see if I can be of some help.

So far I haven't seen hide nor hair of him.

Probably reading a magazine in the john.

Must be somethin', uh,

awful special up to get you out here.

Oh, just a routine greeting for some Australian cop.

Oh, but the commissioner will be here,

so, uh, keep a low profile, huh?

There you go.

Woman on phone: Officer McCloud, white courtesy phone, please.

Officer McCloud, white courtesy phone, please.

This is McCloud. You got a call for me?

Woman on phone: I have security. - McCloud here.

Man on phone: Report of a disturbance.

- Where? - Men's room, B Concourse.

- What level? - Level one.

I'm on my way.

[intense music]

Woman on PA: Qantas flight 137

from Sydney, Australia,

via Los Angeles, California,

has docked at gate three.

[intense music]

Woman on PA: Ms. Robertson, please contact 1-5.

Sorry I'm late, Pete. Got stuck in the traffic.

Caldwell here yet?

Outside, everyone! Come on, outside, outside!

- What's happening? - Alright, get out right there.

[indistinct yelling]

[intense music]

- Superintendent Caldwell? - Yes.

Chief Clifford. Hope you had a nice flight.

- Yes, thank you. - That's Commissioner Larson.

- Sir. - How do you do?

Larson: Nice meeting you, sir.

Shall we go, gentlemen?

[dramatic music]

Security.

Woman on PA: Mr. Carl Miller, please contact 2-5.

Mr. Carl Miller, please contact 2-5.

This is McCloud, we got a dead cop on our hands.

Get the coroner's unit over here as fast as you can.

All the security you can spare.

[intense music]

[explosion]

[gunfire]

[clamoring]

Clifford: Get down! Everybody get down!

Get those people behind cover. Damn it! Take cover!

[people screaming]

Clifford: Alright, get back! People, get back!

We can't work with everybody gawking.

Please, people, step back!

Miller, get those security guys over there

and have 'em clear the area.

- Chief? - Commissioner?

[indistinct chatter]

Man 1: Anybody here who is a doctor?

[dramatic music]

Damn shame!

I tell you, McCloud,

ordinarily I don't care much for commissioners,

but that was one good man.

Yeah?

Why did they do it? What do they think they accomplished?

Well, I've come to the conclusion that crimes

don't have to make sense anymore.

Oh, yes, I keep forgetting that.

Do you suppose that the commissioner wasn't the target?

That it was the superintendent from Australia?

That makes even less sense than killing the commissioner.

Who'd know about Caldwell here?

Who'd care enough about his visit to want him dead?

Well, I suppose that depends upon what he was doin' here.

Well, from what I can ascertain, it was strictly

an exchange of information on organized crime.

Of course, the only person that can really tell us that

is the commissioner, and he's dead.

Caldwell can't? He didn't make it?

No, he died en route to the hospital.

Now the Sydney Police Department isn't taking this too well.

It seems the, uh, superintendent was some kind of super cop.

Well, they made a special request of us.

They want you to fly back.

- With the body. - Me?

You were the only official eyewitness

to the shooting.

Naturally, the police department will

have a lot of questions about the superintendent's death.

You saw everyone in the vicinity.

It's possible that more than one person was involved.

Well, the only one that I can swear to

is the one who pulled the trigger.

Oh, the superintendent wasn't without his enemies.

And the police down there will have photographs

they'll want you to look at, you know,

people who might figure in a conspiracy.

Well, in any case, we can hardly say no.

I've already cleared your trip with New Mexico.

[instrumental music]

- Marshal McCloud? - Yes, sir.

- Inspector Hale. - How do you do, sir?

I've a car here to take you to your hotel.

- Oh, thank you. - Look.

If you feel up to comin' down

to headquarters afterwards,

we'd like to start this investigation

just as soon as possible.

Well, that's alright with me.

After 22 hours on that plane

I got all the sleep I can take, anyway.

Yeah, I suppose you have.

Sam McCloud, the New York City policeman

who gunned down the assassin who allegedly took the life

of Police Superintendent Caldwell

some 48 hours ago in the United States.

You sure we got the right bloke?

Doesn't look much like New York.

No, not much.

[intense music]

[vehicle honking]

No one? Not even a chance?

I really don't know who I'm looking for.

That terminal was filled with people.

The only one that sticks out in my mind

was the guy that was doin' the shootin'.

Well, look at these again.

Now, on this page,

here are all people that are known associates

of all the more militant criminals in Sydney.

[scoffs] No.

Well, it was worth a try.

Putney here will take you back to the hotel.

No, no, now, wait a minute. Hold on.

You fellas don't have to chauffeur me around.

I can get a taxi.

Putney doesn't have anything else to do

until he's reassigned, you see,

he was the superintendent's driver.

Well, now look, I'll do anything you fellas want me to do.

Answer your questions, look at more pictures,

you just call the shot.

Well, if anything comes up, we'll know where to find you.

In the meantime, Putney will be happy

to drive you around our town.

Sure thing. Be glad to.

Inspector, I just found Charles Oakland

or what's left of him. You better come.

Left of him? Come on.

Hm. Well, I reckon we better go with them, Putney.

I've got to take you sightseeing.

You heard what he said. Charles Oakland.

He's a suspect in our case.

Our case?

[clanking]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

I figured that you'd wanna see if I could identify

this, uh, this Charles Oakland any better in person

rather than from a photograph. You know what I mean?

Sure. Good idea, McCloud. Go ahead.

I'll just wait outside, marshal.

No, I, uh, I can't say as I know the fella.

What's the word, doc?

Skipper in the marina went down to check out a sticky rudder.

Found the remains jammed on to the stern.

- That all that's left? - That's a lot.

I'd say he'd been in the water about two days.

Would you be able to say if he was alive or dead

before they got at him?

- Maybe. - Yeah, well, stay with the doc.

Keep me posted.

Well, who was he?

Ran one of the biggest gaming houses in Sydney.

Plus, a few pet projects, all illegal.

Very, uh, independent and very tough

when anyone disputed his territorial imperative.

Have you got some kind of a range war going on here?

- I mean, by that-- - You don't have to explain.

We are into Roy Rogers.

It's just that I don't know how to answer you.

There are things going on, and I'm just not at liberty

to acknowledge 'em since you'll be headin' home soon anyway.

Yeah, well, I guess you're right. [chuckles]

- Officer. - Putney.

Call me Putney. Everyone does.

Well, I suppose we ought to get out of the inspector's hair.

- Nice meeting you. - Marshal.

Um, after that, you might not want to go straight back

to your hotel room. Have you tried Australian beer?

No, can't say as I have.

Oh, Putney, why don't you, uh,

give the marshal a little taste of the land?

We don't want to send you home unopened.

Appreciate your thought, inspector.

[instrumental music]

Well, feeling better?

[intense music]

Caldwell: McGee tells me we've sold my demise.

Clifford: If they believe you are dead,

they might just make the wrong move

and might even get a bit too careless.

And as you've undoubtedly heard,

one of our suspects turned up in Sydney Harbor.

- Without his body. - Ugly business, isn't it?

Caldwell: By the way, this McCloud,

I've heard he has a tendency to get involved.

If he starts prying, he could puck things up.

But the problem is, I shouldn't become

directly involved with him.

Oh, why don't I handle him?

That's a good idea.

We don't want him stumbling around

while we're trying to find out what's going on.

Now tell me, this, uh,

this heart attack that Oakland had, you buy that?

We'll never really know, will we?

The key question is, who is behind this unholy marriage?

We know Alex Demery is here to put pressure

on our local hardware to give your Mafia a foothold.

Oakland is dead.

We have a man named Sinclair. He's a bad one. It could be him.

If it is, we must prove it and stop him.

Sorry, Mr. Clifford, council's over. Super's gotta rest.

I'll stop by in the morning, see if we can map something out.

Peter, you've had trouble fighting this gangsterous cancer

in your own country.

It's infected your unions, your police forces,

even your government. It's an incurable disease.

Now, don't give it to us. We've fought hard to keep it out.

Alex Demery represents everything

that's rotten in America.

I'd put my life on the line to keep him

from exporting his bag of tricks.

I hope it doesn't come to that,

but from what I've heard, it could.

They're looking good. Wanna see?

Chief, what's the key to this McCloud?

What's the best way to handle him?

Huh, well, that's a question

that cost me a lot of sleep.

Well, the only way to handle him is get rid of him.

Now, he's looked through the local police department

photographs, come up with no leads.

So his usefulness is over.

Get him on the first airplane home.

Okay, I'll drop by his hotel first thing in the morning.

Uh, I don't think I'd do that, McGee.

You know, he's uh, from America's frontier.

Up before the chickens and all that.

Why, he could be off and sleuthing

before you've cocked your toothbrush.

How uncivilized.

Now you got it. That's McCloud.

Woman on TV: Yesterday evening, Superintendent Caldwell

at the New South Wales Police Department

was killed shortly after arriving in New York

for consultations with American police authorities.

- Today the coffin with the... - Give me another drink.

- Hey. You, him. - Hm?

- You him. - Sam McCloud who is on tempo...

Man 2: One that got the guy that got the super.

- Oh, yeah, well... - Hey! Everybody, shut up!

You hear me? Shut up! This is him. The guy you just saw.

The guy who shot it out with that killer in New York City.

The one that got our police super.

[indistinct chatter]

Pal, I'll buy you anything you want.

Ah, forget it. This guy has got a permanent tab, on the house.

- What do you drink? - Two beers.

- I'm with him. - Alright.

...in Sydney Yacht Basin this afternoon.

Skin divers recovered additional evidence

of a macabre end to one of the most

colorful figures in the local scene.

Charles Oakland, often linked to underworld gambling activities,

apparently, suffered a heart attack

and fell from a boat in Sydney Harbor.

Details are sketchy at this hour as to when Oakland died

or what brought him into the harbor, but so far,

police indicate the coroner has ruled out foul play.

The single largest question remaining,

why no one bothered to report Oakland missing...

Okay, you've made a believer out of me.

And Mr. Oakland.

- What'll you have? - Gin.

The body of New South Wales Police Superintendent

Harold Caldwell returned home to Sydney today.

Funeral services will be held the day after tomorrow.

Not the neatest job I've ever heard of.

When you take aim at a bull elephant,

neatness is the least of your concerns.

Look, we wanna be in Australia,

and we've needed a local man to do business,

to front for us.

Welcome to the family.

It's just the beginning.

Man on TV: Sam McCloud, a New Mexico marshal

temporarily on assignment in New York,

gunned down the assassin, who allegedly took the life

of Police Superintendent Caldwell

some 48 hours ago in the United States.

- What's the matter? - Marshall arrived in Sydney...

Man on TV: ...but declined to say why he was in town.

He was welcomed by Inspector Hale.

Immediately whisked off to police headquarters...

Yesterday's news. We gotta talk about tomorrow.

[indistinct chatter]

These are from the blokes out in the corner.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

Phew. [chuckles]

Phew. You know, I, uh...

I hate to admit this, but maybe spendin'

all that time on the plane might have had some affect on me.

I, uh, I'm a little bit sleepy.

Yeah, it could be the Aussie brew, too.

I suppose I should have mentioned it.

In the US it's three proof, here it's twelve.

- Twelve? - Hm.

Well, it does warm up your innards, alright.

You know, uh...

I think it's about time we make some kind of a polite...

You know?

Courtesy of the Royal Australian Navy.

Now, I don't mind telling you that's a real honor,

Mr. McCloud, because they are

the cheapest bunch around here.

[chuckles]

Crowd: Hurray! Hip hip hurray!

Hip hip hurray!

Putney: Gotta drink up, marshal. It's the custom of the land.

♪ What shall we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What shall we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober ♪

♪ Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober ♪

♪ Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober ♪

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Early in the morning

♪ What shall we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What shall we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What shall we do with a drunken sailor? ♪

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Put him in his trousers with the hosepipe on him ♪

♪ Put him in his trousers with the hosepipe on him ♪

♪ Put him in his trousers with the hosepipe on him ♪

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Way hay and up she rises

♪ Early in the morning ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[all cheering]

Hoo! Aah!

Well, partners, the next round's on me!

[men cheering]

Just put it on my tab, one that's on the house.

[intense music]

Congratulations.

[glass shatters]

He didn't back out.

Now, everything went precisely as planned,

with one exception.

[sighs] Demery wants one more man dead.

- Who? - Sam McCloud.

Who?

- The New York cop. - What for?

We go killing another cop, we could buy a lot of trouble.

I want him dead. I don't care how neat it is.

Now. Tonight.

I decide how and when.

Look, we got the world by the tail.

We're in the catbird seat, but there's a devil in the dream

and his name is McCloud, he's got to die tonight,

or we could be out of business by morning.

- He's that important? - Believe it!

You know how to find him?

Damn.

Damn. Damn!

Now this is a real...

Now, you see he gets back tomorrow night.

Some other fellas are a bit hurt

because he cut it short.

No, I got it. Okay. Yeah. I got it.

There you go.

Yeah, I'll tell him, if he ever wakes up.

♪ I wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs ♪

♪ If I go ridin' on a Texas range ♪

♪ Just to kick him in the side

[indistinct singing]

Look, will you take it easy, marshal?

I've been in this job too long to lose my pension now.

[McCloud yodeling]

[intense music]

- Yoo-hoo... - Alright.

Now, marshal, you just climb into bed

and get a good night's sleep.

You'll feel a lot better in the morning.

I feel alright right now.

McCloud: Here...

All I need's a little fresh air.

[intense music]

Putney: Take my advice, marshal.

It takes a little while to adjust to the time change.

- You get some rest. - Yeah, I'm, I'm gonna do that.

I'm gonna need a little rest, uh...

See you in the mornin'.

[intense music]

[yodeling]

[water sloshing]

[music continues]

Outside on the balcony.

Now, wait. Wait a minute, partner.

You, you think I'm messin' around with your wife,

I got some big bank roll on me, you're dead wrong.

Long: Nice choice, dead.

[knocking on door]

Jennifer: Marshal.

[dramatic music]

Marshal.

[grunting]

[music continues]

[thudding]

[intense music]

[screaming]

- Who are you? - It's alright.

I'm on your side. My name's Jennifer McGee. I'm...

Oh, never mind who I am. Who was that?

I didn't get his name.

You hurled a perfect stranger off your balcony?

Well, what do Australians throw off their balconies? Friends?

Good point.

[siren wailing]

Man 3: They'll undoubtedly want you to come down

to headquarters in the morning.

I planned on being there anyway.

Uh, you've got my number in case you need to contact me.

Yes, miss, thanks very much.

I guess there'll be all sorts of enquiries about this mess.

I didn't catch how you fit into this.

- How I fit in? - Yeah.

How come you were knocking on my door

just the right time?

Oh, well, th-- there was all this noise.

You some kind of, uh, lady hotel detective?

Are you opposed to women doing work

traditionally given to men?

Does that mean that you're a hotel detective?

So I'm a detective.

Well, I guess I didn't handle myself very effectively.

I was scared to death.

Hm.

Me, too.

Um, just a minute.

Where are you going?

It's 2:00 in the morning.

You're going to bed.

If it's not against the house rules.

Well, I'm sure it isn't.

You wanna tuck me in?

[chuckles] Uh, that's not in the line of duty.

Well, I didn't mean for it to be in the line of duty.

Look, I'm feeling a bit keyed up after all that.

I suppose you'd like to have a drink with me?

Can you drink while you're on duty?

- I just got off. - Oh.

You know, um, Australia's beginning to grow on me.

[instrumental music]

Hey, stop the car.

Chief! Chief Clifford!

- Hey, turn this thing around. - I'm in the centre line.

You're gonna lose him. Will you turn this thing around?

I can't break the law.

Well, why not? It's a police car, isn't it?

Haven't you got a siren on this thing?

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

Hey, chief!

Hey, chief, what are you doing in Australia?

Ha, I'm sorry, it was a mistake.

The outfit fooled me.

I don't see how I could've been so wrong.

It was his spitting image.

- Whose? - My chief, back in New York.

Of course, maybe we could've gotten the wrong cab.

- I thought you came alone. - Yeah, I did.

We could keep checking taxis if you like.

No, that's no good, it just hasn't been my day, that's all.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Marshal, we understand the man you threw off the building

may be involved in the murder of Superintendent Caldwell.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

Any idea why he tried to kill you?

We didn't discuss it. No.

Did he think that you could recognize him

from the shooting in New York?

If he did, he was wrong.

How many are there, marshal?

Well, you just saw it with your own eyes,

a man under great stress, but a great man,

and a man Australia will long remember

and be grateful to, for the courageous manner

in which he has conducted this whole affair.

I oughta have you run out of town on a rail.

What kind of publicity-seeking, self-serving vigilante justice

do you people hand out where you come from?

Oh, what would you do if somebody tried

to throw you off a balcony?

We fly you 10,000 miles to find out what you know

and you tell us you don't know anything.

Well, didn't think I did.

Well, maybe he's just a neighbor, huh?

Come to complain about the way you sing

in the hotel corridors at 1:00 in the morning.

Thanks, hey.

You know, the only thing that I can figure out is

he thought that I knew something that could link him

to that shooting in New York.

Identification on the body led us

to an address in Paddington Street.

We found that there. It says a lot.

Is that the man attacked you?

Yeah, I'd say so.

Ever see him before last night?

No, not that I can recall.

If you check the last entry, you'll find the man

flew to New York before Superintendent Caldwell

and departed an hour or so after the shooting.

Well, that seems to close that chapter.

Sorry to harass you, marshal, just wanted

to be sure you didn't get any privileged treatment

just because you're some sort of police officer.

I understand.

At least we can be reasonably

certain now that this man was linked

to Superintendent Caldwell's death.

So we won't be needing you any further.

Thanks for your time and for making that long trip.

Glad to be of service.

- See you around. - Okay.

I'll drop you back to your hotel, marshal.

Oh, and co-ordinate getting him to the airport, too, Putney.

We don't wanna make the marshal dependent on taxis.

There you go.

- What did he say? - There you go.

- Go where? - I don't know.

At least that's what I thought he said.

Curious.

I wonder if it was some sort of American put-down.

I don't think so, he seemed a pretty decent bloke to me.

You're very naive, Dover. Very naive.

[instrumental music]

- Marshal. - Well...

- You're leaving. - Yeah.

I, uh, I reckon my work's over.

At least my welcome is.

I just thought I'd come and say goodbye.

Oh, that's very nice of you.

You know, I asked for you in the hotel there.

They'd never heard of you.

Oh, really?

I guess it was a new man.

Yeah, well, that was one of the two possibilities

to cross my mind.

What was the other one?

Uh, to tell you the truth, I just barely have time

to catch my plane.

Well, marshal, once again, it's been a pleasure meeting you.

And on behalf of the hotel, I'd like to wish you a pleasant--

It's been my pleasure, ma'am.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

Northside Hospital, please.

[engine revving]

Pull up in this alley here.

But your plane, sir.

- Huh? - Your flight.

Oh, that's alright, I always leave a lot of time

to catch a plane.

[intense music]

Just follow that cab there, Putney.

[music continues]

Be right back, Putney.

[machine beeping]

[machine beeping]

[sobbing]

[sniffles] What the hell are you doing here?

What do you mean by following me?

Ma'am, I'm sorry if I stepped on your toes,

but you haven't been exactly straight with me.

You know, somebody tried to shoot me last night.

For all I know, you could've been part of it.

Me?

It's possible you could've been sent over

to keep an eye on me, to find out what I know.

Alright.

I was sent to keep an eye on you,

but not by the gangsters that killed our superintendent.

Our superintendent?

Oh, you're gonna get me into a lot of trouble.

Last night you tried to tell me you were a hotel detective.

Are you trying to say you're a member of the police force?

Woman on PA: Dr. Barrington, call X-ray.

Dr. Barrington, call X-ray.

What can I say? I'm sorry.

Feel like a bull in a prize flowerbed.

[chuckles] You take the prize, alright.

You're about the prettiest bird dog I've ever met.

Well, thank you.

Well, I, uh, I've got a plane to catch.

But since you're the only loose end, I...

Uh, no offense.

This time I'll ride out to the airport with you.

- If you don't mind, that is. - Oh, no, not at all.

A few things I'd like to know.

Made the front page again, marshal.

Another week of this, you could run for parliament.

[instrumental music]

McCloud: Young sharks found dead in the harbor.

That's where Oakland was killed.

Well, it's been a stimulating conversation, marshal.

We must do it again sometime.

Uh, Putney.

- Put my bags back in the car. - But your plane, sir.

Well, there'll be another one along.

I gotta go to the Sydney University.

Why? What for?

Oh, I have a hunch that could be

important to our case.

McCloud, I have strict orders to stay with you

until you are safely on that aircraft.

Yeah, that's a good idea. Why don't you stay with me?

Putney, let's go to the university.

Of all the jackass plays.

I said, no more violence.

The cowboy didn't know anything, there was no reason to kill him.

Well, it was Long's neck on the line.

I guess he wasn't willing to accept our word

that the cowboy hadn't seen him in New York.

When I pass you inside information from

the police department, for which we have

paid dearly, I expect you to act on it.

Look, I can't be responsible for a guy--

Hey, no, you're wrong, my little man.

You're on our team. You are a team player.

No bush league plays. No calling your own signals.

You don't like it, say it, you're out.

- I go to this guy Sinclair. - Alright.

But I think you're making a lot out of nothing.

We've done what we set out to do.

There's nobody left in our way.

Alf.

Oh, excuse me.

Ah, I thought you'd like to know.

I just heard the most incredible news.

Uh, honey, we're busy.

I don't think you've met. Mr. Demery, my wife, Carol.

- My pleasure. - Hi.

Say, if you two wanna talk something over, I--

Oh, no, no, it's, uh,

just that Alf is on the City Police Advisory Board

and I just heard this incredible thing from Madge Caldwell.

Actually, I heard it from Florence,

who heard it from Madge.

Carol, please.

Harold Caldwell isn't dead.

But that's really absurd.

I'm to attend his funeral tomorrow.

Well, there may be a funeral, but he's not gonna be there.

Apparently, it has something to do with this

special anti-gangster thing he was setting up here

and in New York.

Look, I could call Madge myself if you'd like.

Well, this is the kind of thing you should be informed of.

- Isn't it? - Yeah.

Well, why don't you let me handle it, dear?

I'm sure there are any number of good reasons

why it's being kept under wraps, after all,

somebody did try to kill Harold.

Oh, gosh, that's right, and here I am, shooting off my big mouth.

Well, fortunately, it's only in this room amongst

the three of us, but I wouldn't say anymore about it.

No. Well, I won't say a word.

Let me know if you guys want lunch, huh?

- Yeah. Carol: Oh, darling.

Remember you have the final fitting

for your jacket for tomorrow's parade?

Yeah, I'll remember.

He's going to be grand marshal.

Oh, well, nice meeting you, Mr...

- Demery. - Yup.

I don't know how to explain it.

Long was always reliable.

Maybe I put too much faith in him.

Maybe we all misplaced our faith.

We're still in business.

What could Caldwell be doing if he's all shot up?

It's too late for me to stop the wheels I put in motion.

Alfie, all I can do is keep the tracks clear of debris.

I'll handle it.

[clamoring]

Hardt: The students are rightly concerned

with the quality of life in Australia.

They, uh, they don't wanna see Sydney turned

into another New York City or Los Angeles.

Clifford: And you see this wave of dead sharks

as an indication of pollution in the harbor?

- My dear Mr. Clifford. - Uh, Captain Clifford.

Captain, I performed the autopsies myself.

These were young, otherwise healthy creatures.

Their hearts simply gave out under the stress of impurities,

lack of oxygen, whatever.

These autopsies you performed

did they turn up anything on the sharks' diet?

Yes, that part was rather unfortunate.

Clifford: How unfortunate?

- They'd been eating people. - Oh.

Well, that wasn't mentioned in the newspaper article.

We're trying to make a case for a clean harbor,

not an empty one.

If I'd printed what I'd found inside those sharks,

it would have frightened the people

in the yacht basin half to death.

Dr. Hardt, let me ask you one question,

um, a hypothetical one, and off the record.

Hypothetical?

Now, uh, in recent years

we've come across some exotic chemicals in police work.

Things that could induce a heart attack in a man.

At least give the appearance of a heart attack

without leaving any trace of the chemical in the system.

I've read about such things.

Your man died of such a solution

and was subsequently ingested by a shark.

Do you suppose, uh, the shark would suffer the same fate?

You see, professor, we believe that a man was poisoned,

fell into the water, and then killed by the sharks.

Captain, I've already taken a position on this case.

It's in the paper. Uh...

What you suggest will be impossible to prove.

But not impossible to happen?

I think we've gone about as far as we can with this.

You've been very helpful.

[intense music]

[indistinct chanting]

[chanting continues]

There he is again.

Chief! Chief Clifford!

Oh, not again.

Just follow that car, Putney. I know I'm right this time.

There couldn't be two just like him.

Stay right where you are, Putney.

- Let's go, Putney! - I'm sorry, sir.

- She outranks you. - What's the matter with you?

That's my chief, I just wanna find out what's going on here.

Look, we agreed to come over here to follow up on your hunch.

That seems sensible, but to go chasing halfway around Sydney

after some apparition doesn't.

[chanting continues]

- Professor Hardt, is it? - What do you want?

My name is Marshal McCloud, I'm working with Sydney Police here.

I wanted to ask you about this article.

The sharks died of pollution, not from eating people.

- People? - It's all there.

I don't care to discuss it any further.

Yeah, but you said people, as far as I know,

there's only one person that's died of shark wounds,

at least since I've been here.

Between the three dead sharks I examined,

I found evidence of three human foot extremities.

Now, that doesn't sound like any single person I know.

Good heavens.

[instrumental music]

Now, listen, I'm gonna get you to the hospital.

You took a pretty nasty bump on your head

when you passed out there.

The problem is inside my head, McCloud, not outside.

I'm not cut out for this sort of work.

I should have stayed at home and had babies.

McCloud: What that professor was describing

would've upset anybody.

He was describing my partner. Eric Taylor.

The other shark victim?

We were on special assignment,

photographing a yachting party.

Top gangsters, all.

We were there when Charles Oakland fell overboard.

It started a feeding frenzy, almost capsized our boat.

Your partner was the young fella

that you visited in the hospital.

He's so dedicated and...

I'd like to be able to tell him that his sacrifice

did some good, but it didn't.

We lost all our equipment,

all the photographs and all the tapes.

McCloud: Of what?

Jennifer: Of Australia being invaded

by your American gangsters.

We've kept them out for a long time,

but now they're getting inside help.

We don't know from where.

We would've if we hadn't lost the photographs.

Well, you took the pictures, you'd recognize 'em again

if you see 'em.

All except for one man.

He undoubtedly holds the key to everything.

And we've lost it.

Well, you found it once, we can find it again.

McCloud, you're going to the airport.

- Those are my orders. - Mine, too.

Yeah, that's right.

Just as soon as we check this young lady over.

Caldwell: Well, well, well, this is a nice surprise.

Not as nice a surprise as I got when I heard the good news.

Not on the news report, I hope.

I'm afraid the girls can't keep a secret.

Madge to Florence to Carol.

But I don't think any damage is done.

Is there anything I can do?

No, no. Uh, I'm on the mend.

It'll be a while before I'm up and about, of course.

Meanwhile, it's rest and recuperation.

Well, I'm glad to hear that. I know you.

I was afraid you'd try to keep your hand in at the department.

No, no, no. no.

I know when to follow doctor's orders.

I had a very close call.

Good news, Harold. I think I may have a breakthrough.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had company.

- That's alright. - Alf Donnely.

Peter B. Clifford.

Chief of Detectives, New York City.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Caldwell: Alf is a pillar of local government.

Chairman of our Police Board.

Feeling a little left out of things at the moment.

No, it wasn't a selective process, Alf.

- Everybody was cut out. - Certainly not the department.

Only my special anti-gangster task force knows I'm alive.

- It was necessary. - Why?

Because we turned up evidence

one or two individuals in the department

could be working for the other side.

Don't look shocked.

The American Syndicate looks upon Australia

as a billion-dollar expansion.

They want to move in here, dump their illegal money

in legitimate enterprises,

slowly build up a base from which they can infiltrate

all levels of government and industry

as successfully as they have in the States.

That's quite an indictment.

They're a hell of an organization.

Well, I'm sorry the good news is tempered by such bad news.

But I think the first thing for you to do

is to regain your health, Harold.

- You're no good to us dead. - Hm.

Well, I'll leave you two gentlemen to talk.

So you let me know if there's anything I can do.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Clifford.

My pleasure.

Thank you for stopping by, Alf.

He's a good man, he's come a long way

since he came to Australia.

I didn't wanna leave him out,

but we couldn't make exceptions.

Now, tell me what you found out at the university.

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

Excuse me, I need a shot of water.

Mr. Donnely.

Jennifer McGee.

Section four, special assignment.

You spoke at our commissioning.

Oh, yes, Ms. McGee, you are the one

who asked all the awkward questions.

- All in the line of duty. - Yes.

Of course. I really must be running.

You should meet Marshal McCloud.

I'm suppose you know about him.

Oh, yes. How-- how do you do?

It's a pleasure.

Marshal, this is Mr. Alfred Donnely,

he's chairman of the Police Advisory Board.

Nice to meet you. Have you ever been to New York?

New York?

Yeah, it seems like we've, uh,

we've crossed trails someplace before.

Well, must have been, I was there a few months ago.

Well, that was it. New York.

Now if you'll excuse me, Ms. McGee...

Nice meeting you, marshal.

Yeah. Small world.

Wonder when he had time to go to New York.

He must be the busiest man in Sydney.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[intense music]

Alf, what are you doing with the gun?

Nothing that concerns you, dear.

What concerns you concerns me. What's wrong?

Well, I-- I didn't wanna worry you, but...

the people who shot at Harold Caldwell may be a threat to me.

And Harold thought that I should take some precautions.

Well, who would want to hurt you?

I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe it's because of the work I've been doing at the Police

Advisory Board. There's nothing to worry about.

Harold is just being overly cautious.

- I've gotta run. - Wait a minute.

There's something you're not telling me. Now, what is it?

Just forget it. Don't worry.

You, don't you brush me off like that.

Now, I know something's going on. What is it?

It's everything.

You look around you, everything you see.

I don't particularly care to listen to you.

Look, Alf, you're not making any sense. Loosen out!

Marshal Sam McCloud.

- Well, that guy on TV... - He's, he's from New Mexico.

Now, think, think hard.

The old prosecutor in Albuquerque was named McCloud.

He had a son, who was bailiff during my hearing.

He saw me every day for six days.

But that was 15 years ago. He couldn't possibly remember.

A law officer from Podunk not remembering the disappearance

of the biggest land promoter in the South-West,

not remembering my wife's body being found floating

in the family swimming pool, a questionable suicide?

And not remembering a state-wide manhunt,

my picture on every newspaper and handbill?

I think it'll come to him, Carol, I think

the chances are that he'll remember.

Alf.

Alf, listen.

This could be a blessing in disguise.

I've always said we should never have run away.

Look, the only thing you're guilty of is loving me.

Well, maybe this McCloud being here is just what we needed.

What are you talking about?

Well, we've made a good life here, haven't we?

Oh. Alf, let's go home.

We could clear your name and build a good life there.

Are you crazy?

Half of Albuquerque lost money on my deal.

And if they don't get me for that, there's still a small

matter of a murder warrant hanging over my head.

Oh, but you didn't kill her, Alf, you're good man.

- They'll believe you. - Oh, come on, Carol, please.

What you've done here, you can do there.

Carol, I'm not a saint!

Oh, Alf, please, let's go home.

"Let's go home," that's all I hear from you. "Let's go home!"

Will you stop it? I've heard it a thousand times.

- Please. - Get off my back!

- Why can't we go home? - Because I'm in the Mafia!

Now, they put a lot of money in me because they thought

I had clean hands, if they find out my hands are dirty,

that I've deceived them, my life won't be worth the price

of a bullet. Is that what you want? A bullet through my head?

No.

Then shut up about going home!

[door slams]

So what's the verdict?

He says my head is made out of rock,

you can't hurt it.

Good, now let's get rolling

and I've got to call New York

and find out what's going on here. Let's see.

You can save the department's money, McCloud.

Marshal McCloud, I'd like you to meet

Superintendent Caldwell.

How do you do?

Thank you for saving my life, marshal.

- I'm very grateful. - I didn't realize I had.

Well, now you know the truth about me,

and your chief's presence here,

it's even more imperative that you leave Sydney immediately

as though all of your work here were finished.

Well, now, under the circumstances,

if there's any way--

No, McCloud, no.

Now you see, it's best for the people we're looking for

to think that our investigation is completely out of leads.

And with you out of the way,

we can get back to our task force,

hope to catch our quarry with their pants down.

Yeah, well, if you fellas have everything under control,

there's nothing for me to do but get on the plane.

You've said that before.

Well, this time there's nothing to keep me.

Is there?

No, not really, except, to the best of my knowledge

it'd probably be late afternoon before you can get on a plane.

I don't suppose anyone would object

to our grabbing a bite of lunch before you went.

Keep it under three courses.

There ya go.

[instrumental music]

What did he say?

There you go.

What does that mean, exactly?

Well, it means...

You know, I never asked him.

[instrumental music]

Where do you recommend we go to get something to eat in a hurry?

Before you decide, that was left on the windshield for you.

- Who left it, do you know? Putney: Don't know, sir.

I went away for all of five minutes.

- It was there when I returned. - What is it?

Is there a place in the vicinity of the Opera

House where we can get something to eat?

There's a restaurant right at the Opera House.

And it's one of Sydney's most famous landmarks.

You really should see it before you go.

Then let's do it. Let's see it.

- What does the note say? - What note?

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

- Two, please. - This way, please.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Yeah, it's quite a spot here.

Thank you. This alright for you?

Oh, couldn't be nicer. Um, what did the note say?

Oh, uh, let's not have

a little old piece of paper come between us.

Excuse me a minute, would you?

Uh, don't tell me, you're going to wash your hands.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

Why don't you just order

something special for us?

You'll get a lovely surprise when you come back.

There you go.

Surprise is, I won't be here.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Putney, what did the note say?

It wasn't addressed to me, ma'am.

Putney, are you a good cop or not?

- Yes, ma'am, but-- - Oh, well...

A good cop notices everything.

Like, what the note on his own windscreen had to say.

I did sort of glance at it to see who it was from.

- Putney... - It said...

If the marshal wanted to know

who killed Superintendent Caldwell,

to come to the main gun course

between the... in front of the Opera House

and to come alone or not at all.

Oh, wonderful.

You know who's gonna catch it

if this cowboy gets into trouble?

I better call in.

[dramatic music]

[intense music]

[gunshots]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Oh, it could be nothing, but on the other hand...

[gunshots]

Uh, I've gotta go. I hear shooting.

- Shooting? - Shooting?

- Peter. - I'm on my way.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Stop, or I'll shoot!

[gun cocks]

Get out of my way!

McCloud, put down that gun!

You can't run around shooting people!

[engine revving]

It's a heap he tried to bushwhack me.

- He tried to what? - Gun me down and kill me.

Why? But why would anyone do that?

You said you don't know anything.

Well, I didn't think I did.

Looks like I might have the key to the whole mess.

- Taxi! - Now where are you going?

- The hotel. - Now, wait a minute.

- You are going to the airport. - That's right.

Just as soon as I find out who tried to gullyjump me!

Who tried to what?

[instrumental music]

[siren wailing]

Clifford: Where is he? - Where's McCloud?

- I asked first. - Who is he?

Right, don't answer that, Putney. That's an order.

An order? And who the hell are you?

Don't answer that, either.

Clifford: Anybody hurt? - No, no.

Someone tried to bushwhack McCloud, opened fired on him.

McCloud had him nailed, but I got in the way.

Good work. Uh, what about the assailant?

- Did he get away clean? - Yes, but, uh...

I could follow McCloud if I leave right now.

Now, damn it. Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Now, what exactly is going on here?

And anyone who doesn't give me a straight answer

goes straight to jail.

Well, from what I understand, officer,

there's been a shooting.

I suggest you check it out.

Hold it, you.

Before you go any further, I think

you better talk to your chief.

I really think you ought to, sir.

Watch 'em. Watch 'em.

[telephone ringing]

Yes?

What do you mean you're calling a meeting?

I've got things to do.

Well, what makes you think I had anything to do with that?

Alright.

Where?

Could I have the key to 1507, please?

And this came in for you a few minutes ago.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, excuse me.

Uh, can you tell me where this place is?

It's across town.

If you're going by taxi he won't have any trouble finding it.

Thank you. Here's your key.

[engine revving]

- You sure this is the place? - That's what it says.

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

[indistinct operatic singing]

[indistinct singing]

[singing continues]

[dramatic music]

[singing continues]

[door slams]

[operatic singing on radio]

[groans]

[intense music]

[clanking]

What's this all about? Is he dead?

Demery: No. Just unconscious.

- Who's responsible for this? - You're responsible for it.

You've been trying to kill this cop, haven't you?

I didn't do this.

But you shot up the Opera House this morning.

Now, why would I do that?

Why would I risk a reputation we've all spent ten years

trying to establish?

I can only guess.

- He's got something on you. - Oh, come on, he just got here.

Your muscle man fell from this cop's window.

The description of the man who tried to shoot up

the cowboy today matches you.

So if you know enough to draw the comparison...

This is ridiculous. Whose description?

Hale: An eyewitness.

An eyewitness who works for Superintendent Caldwell's

special anti-organized crime force.

- And this witness named me? - The description fits.

Oh, it could fit lots of people

unless you knew where to begin. We knew.

So you knew. I did it to protect all of us.

The organization has a sizeable investment in me,

ten years of work trying to set me up to where I could

influence legislation, where I could buy votes with favors.

Well, I couldn't throw that away. They wouldn't want me to.

The trouble is, you're just amateur enough

to get yourself caught.

You don't strike me as the type to keep his mouth shut.

I would. I swear I would.

No. No.

I'm afraid Caldwell'd make you a deal that'd have you

selling out everyone we got.

It's taken us ten years to get a foothold here,

to be ready for our move.

We let you spoil it, our heads'll roll.

You gotta die.

[intense music]

- Drop! - Oh, get off!

[grunts]

No, please. Please don't do this.

There are other ways. My-- my position is unique.

You have no one to take my place. It would take you years.

[sobbing] Please...

I beg of you, please!

[gunshot]

You're gonna kill both of us?

- No. - Oh, my God.

No, the bosses back in the States decided

we had too much invested in you.

You're the boy who leads the parade.

Pity. I'd much rather you were the sacrificial lamb than him.

Now get out of here.

What do I do?

I don't understand what's supposed to happen.

Read about it in the papers.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

McCloud: If it hadn't been for Hale there,

it would be me that was dead instead of Demery.

How'd you find this party, anyway?

That was you, I was checking out

every cab driver in Sydney trying to find you.

And, chief, I'm sorry I rattled you

around the Opera House like that.

The superintendent just set me straight.

Shoot my head off is what he did.

An apology is the last thing you owe anybody.

That was a good bit of police work.

McCloud: You know, I can't help but wonder, uh,

what it was Demery thought I knew.

You don't recall seeing him around the airport in New York?

Well, he couldn't have been, he was one of the men

on the boat under investigation.

We checked his passport. He never left Australia.

Clifford: Well, whatever it was you knew, McCloud,

it managed to wrap up the case for us.

Well, still it makes a, gives a fella a kind of

an incomplete feelin' not knowing how he solved the case.

Well, if it's any consolation, McCloud, I've always thought

your methods were a little incomplete.

You, too, for that matter.

How is your head?

It's felt better.

McGee... I want you to see

that this man gets one good night of R and R,

then get him on that airplane first thing tomorrow morning.

Yes, sir.

You know, you really should stay.

Tomorrow is a big celebration in Sydney.

The Australia Day Parade.

The only parade I wanna see is me and that six-foot

side of beef climbing up that boarding ladder

at 11 a.m. sharp.

- Comprende? - Comprendo.

Oh. Take the rest of the day off.

[parade music]

[music continues]

[aircraft droning]

Woman on PA: TAA flight number 306 to Perth

and presently boarding at terminal eight.

Well, I guess there's no point in saying

we'll never see each other again.

Well, I don't know, you never can tell.

Oh, yes, you can.

And, no, you won't ever see each other again.

That is officially, unless the Taos Police Department

decides to send you back down here,

and I suspect that's a long shot.

Well, Sam, guess is this moment will have to last us

for the rest of our lives.

Might as well make the most of it?

Chief? Uh, excuse me, could I borrow this a moment?

- That's my paper. - I'll give it back to you.

- Just a second. Just, just a.. - I'll say you will.

- Excuse me. Just a minute. - Give me that back.

Chief, I've seen this man someplace before.

And so have I, in Superintendent Caldwell's hospital room.

No, I mean, I've seen him on a mug shot someplace.

Clifford: McCloud, you've looked at hundreds of mug shots

since you came to Australia, maybe thousands.

McCloud: It wasn't in Australia. As a matter of fact...

It wasn't even a mug shot that I saw him. It was a handbill.

A wanted poster on a tree, no doubt.

Chief, this man's wanted for murder.

Clifford: McC-- McCloud?

[dramatic music]

Putney, come on!

- Come on! - What about your plane?

Give the man back his paper.

Well, go after them, officer!

- You got your paper. - But it's crumpled!

Now stop them!

- Where's he going? - He didn't say, sir.

Taxi!

[parade music]

[music continues]

[crowd whistling]

[siren wailing]

[music continues]

[siren wailing]

[music continues]

[crowd cheering]

[siren wailing]

[parade music]

Inspector Hale, isn't that McCloud?

McCloud?

Hey, Albert!

Albert Donahue!

[dramatic music]

[crowd clamoring]

[horse neighing]

[horse neighing]

[music continues]

Peter, what is this all about?

Your officer just attacked the grand marshal

and stole his wife's horse.

Uh, superintendent, it's a little difficult to explain

McCloud to a foreigner, un-American, non-American.

It's a little difficult for me to understand him myself.

Driver, pull out and follow them.

- Wait a minute. - Somebody could get killed.

[music continues]

[car honking]

[vehicles honking]

[car honking]

[intense music]

[horse trotting]

[music continues]

Male Announcer: Well, Sydney's on the attack now.

That's Murphy, Murphy on the right flank,

taking it up and crossing to Baracci,

the Sydney forwards on the attack,

across to Lloyd with a nice drive, Lloyd centers

and fills up with a, a lovely passing shot.

He's beaten an open goalie and Sydney has drawn first blood

in this inter-state clash.

It's Sydney one, Melbourne no score.

[crowd cheering]

And that was a beautiful piece of forward line work

by the, the Sydney players.

And what's this?

What in the name of goodness is happening here

at the Sydney Showground today?

[crowd clamoring]

Male Announcer: There's two men on horseback.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, the, the game has come

to a complete halt. Uh, there are two men on horseback.

Uh, one's obviously chasing the other.

They've circled the far goalpost on the, uh,

the Melbourne end of the ground, they're returning.

Uh, the players are giving chase.

We've seen plenty of things happen in the past,

but never anything like this.

[crowd clamoring]

Uh, now...

Now one of them's pulled a pistol.

[gunshot]

A-- and he's shooting at the other.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Now one of the players has kicked the revolver

from his hand with a, a beautiful drive.

Now the other man on horseback has dislodged his counterpart.

They're in the net, on the Sydney end.

Uh, the net's collapsed on top of them.

Uh, goodness gracious me, what a, what a match

this has turned out to be. The police have arrived now.

Well, heavens above, I don't know what to think of.

I've seen plenty of things in sport, but never anything

like this at the Sydney Showground this afternoon.

Well, the man's been arrested and, obviously, uh,

he's going to be dealt with by the proper authorities,

but let's hope that we can get back to some football

in just a moment. Oh, dear...

I've never seen anything like this before in my life.

Man on TV: Repercussions of the incident continue to be felt

as it was revealed that Alfred Donnelly would turn

States' evidence against every member of the Syndicate

which had apparently spent millions to gain a foothold

here in Australia, once again, in vain.

In a sport where the unexpected is commonplace,

this was the most bizarre finish to a soccer match

in Australia's history, an otherwise very dull game

was almost over with Sydney leading Melbourne one-to-nothing

when suddenly excitement swept through...

[all laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

Man on TV: ... came to a complete stop as the crowd

watched the chase across the greens

finally wind up in the Melbourne goal.

Marshal McCloud tackled Mr. Alf Donnelly,

well-known Sydney politician. What was it all about?

Well, it seems that Marshal McCloud...

[indistinct chatter]

Man on TV: ...finally was able to track down

Albert Donahue, wanted for...

Hey, there he is!

[all cheering]

Looks like you've become

something of a celebrity, marshal.

Yeah, with everyone but the football team.

[laughs] Yeah, you know, people down here are real nice.

I could take a real likin' to this place. I can, yeah!

[all cheering]

Oh, that would be good news.

Don't worry, Harold, I'll personally see to it

he's on that plane if I have to stand here with him all night.

Chief, if you're gonna do that, you're gonna have to have

something to drink, and I'm gonna buy you

something that's harmless. Give the chief an Australian beer.

- Sure. - Australian beer?

Well, that sounds interesting.

But no way are you gonna buy, McCloud.

Drinks are on me.

Hey, did you hear that, boys?

The drinks are on the chief!

[all cheering]

- Hip hip! - Hurray!

- Hip hip! - Hurray!

- Hip hip! - Hurray!

- Hip hip! - Hurray!

[theme music]

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