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You mean that Ragtime Billy Peaches

ain't gonna get to write his love song

about the Gypsy girl called Lola?

You're going to break both our hearts.

Did you know that your wife in Los Angeles was a prostitute?

You have arrested the most important

and respected lawyer in this state...

On nothing more than a hunch!

The facts tell me that that guy had

sufficient motivation to snuff his old lady.

10 will get you 50, you're wrong. No bet.

I'm just stirring up the soup to see what rises.

Here it is. "Magnificent Macho"... jumps right out at you.

Jumps out at you at that weight?

Ah, no!

Tony, you said one more tune

and you'd work the bird for us.

All right, sing some blues for me, and I'll work the bird.

♪ Don't do the crime if you can't do the time ♪

♪ Oh, no... ♪ Yeah, mama, sing it to me.

♪ Don't go to bed with a price on your head ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Keep your eye ♪

♪ On the sparrow... ♪

I love it, yeah.

♪ Don't do it ♪

♪ When the going ♪

♪ Gets narrow. ♪

Yeah!

Tony, the kids aren't gonna pay to hear me sing,

they want to see Fred.

You got it, Sister. Come on, Fred.

Say hello. Hello. Hello.

Attaboy!

Who wants to pay 10¢

to see what Father Ed looks like when he drinks too much?

I got a nickel. You got it.

Do it for me. Attaboy.

I'll get Tony for that.

Do you like little girls, huh?

What do you think of the little boys?

Get on the floor and roll over and play like a dead dog.

Roll over. Roll over.

Attaboy. Attaboy.

I want you to go collect some money for me.

Give him a nickel. Put it in the box.

Attaboy.

We gonna do the famous skate trick

where Fred teaches everybody how to go a million miles an hour.

Get rolling, Fred. Come on! Atta boy.

Attaboy! Attaboy, Fred!

Attaboy! You're a champ, Fred.

Come on, Fred. Come on, Fred.

He's coming in, and he wins all the money.

You're a winner, Fred.

Do the chicken. Chicken, chicken.

Good.

Hey Tony. My man!

Better come with me. There's trouble down the street.

Dispatch: 7-Ryan-33, clear.

Billy: Want to drift up to St. Anthony's?

Baretta: Nah, I better wait for the big cheese.

Where is he? Is he coming?

He's coming now. Yeah, that's him.

Hi, boss.

What shape is that body in? How bad is it?

Shotgun.

We checked out the address on the car registration.

I got a purse in there says her name is Mary Beth Harmon.

Yeah, I guess it had to be.

The house at that address belongs to Wilmont Harmon.

Who's that?

Wilmont Harmon? Yeah?

He's one of the biggest criminal mouthpieces in the state.

He's the best in the business.

He's also a good friend of mine.

That must be his wife.

I guess you got a phone call to make, boss.

Tell me about it.

Hello. Yes?

I'm Tony Baretta, Detective.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Harmon if I might.

Come in.

Thank you.

Actually, my father is resting.

Oh, I understand.

It's been a shock for all of us.

Certainly, certainly.

Well, I'm sorry I have to be here...

maybe just talk to him for a couple of minutes.

I guess I can wake him up.

Thank you.

Oh! Whoa.

Are you all right?

No, I'm fine. Really, I'm fine.

I just... I was trying to sleep

and I thought maybe a couple of drinks might help me sleep.

Yeah, that works sometimes.

Are you Nicole? Yes.

Ah-ha.

Why don't you come on into the living room and sit down?

Okay. I'll go see if my father is awake.

Thank you.

That's Beth.

My father had it painted nearly a year ago.

Is that your mother?

Beth? Yes.

No, no.

Actually, Beth was one of my best friends.

You see my mother died nearly 15 years ago.

Uh-huh.

Listen, could I get you something? No, no, no.

Why don't you sit down here for a minute

and let your father sleep for a few minutes more.

Have a seat. Whoops.

Maybe we'll just talk a little bit

and let your father sleep awhile longer.

How old are you?

21. Mm-hmm.

You see, I met Beth when I was in college,

and she came home with me one vacation

and I introduced her to my father.

They had a whirlwind romance

and they got married shortly after Beth graduated...

which was last summer.

What was she like?

Oh, Beth was very, very smart.

Very smart.

Dean's list. Phi Beta.

A lot smarter than me.

But I liked Beth... everybody liked Beth.

She was fun, you know?

But there was something underneath that.

I don't know she had... a kind of a wisdom.

She knew who she was.

You know? Like she'd experienced

a lot more than the rest of us.

Yes, yes, I understand.

Tell me, did it make you...

Well, you brought your college chum home and...

she and your father...

I beg your pardon, but it seems that...

You mean when they fell in love? Yes.

Did it bother me?

Yes.

No, why should it?

Well, I don't know.

My father's a very, very attractive man.

At least, I think he's a very attractive man...

and Beth was my best friend.

What could be more ideal?

Excuse me, listen, I think I'm going to...

get myself another drink.

Right.

Could I get you something? No, thank you.

I could make you some fresh coffee or something?

No, just fine, fine. Go ahead. Thank you.

Okay, just relax and I'll be back.

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

Yes, sir.

My name is Tony Baretta.

Inspector Shiller, he... Oh, yes.

I'm very sorry to have to be here, sir,

and I do respect your grief.

I hope your nap...

Maybe you're feeling a little better?

Thank you. I am, a little.

You've met my daughter? Yes.

Yes, we met.

She was the most radiant creature. I adored her.

I'd never met anyone like her...

and I never will again.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's not your job to be sorry.

You're going to find the man or the person who killed her.

So, sit down, start asking questions

and never mind about my feelings.

I'll learn to live with them.

Yes, sir.

When was the last time you saw your wife?

It was the first of the week.

Monday or Tuesday... Tuesday, I believe.

I count that four days ago, sir.

Did you hear from her?

No... neither had Nicole.

Well, was that unusual?

Yes, it was.

Did you think about reporting her missing?

I thought of it, especially when she wasn't back by last night.

You see, Friday night was always...

special with us.

But I didn't report it because,

you see, my wife was quite a bit younger than I am,

and I wanted her to feel, always,

that a certain part of her life was her own.

I didn't want her tied down to me.

See, I loved her very much.

I'd have done anything to see her happy.

She was from Los Angeles?

Yes.

I haven't been able to track down any kind of information.

Can you tell me something about her past?

I'm afraid I can't.

You see, she never spoke about the past.

I never forced the issue.

That's very true.

Even in college she never talked too much about it.

She used to say,

"No need for yesterday's papers."

Baretta: I need a dozen

3x5s of this broad this afternoon, okay?

Nice! Your new girlfriend?

She's a corpse... but don't let that stop you.

Go ahead. Enjoy yourself. You got it.

Pilar, you got that for me? The Harmon case... just finished, okay?

I love you... thanks. Shiller: Baretta!

Yes, sir? Oh, hi boss.

Did you just make a cash draw of $500? Yeah, sure.

That's a lot of money. What's it for?

That's expenses... I gotta go to LA.

LA? Yeah.

Shall I list it as a paid vacation,

or do you want to tell me about it?

I was gonna tell you about it. I'll tell you now.

The Harmon case... I ain't coming up with nothing.

There ain't no social security number,

there ain't no driver's license.

All I got is that her maiden name

is Mary Beth Rumsey, she comes from LA...

After that, it's a cab.

Well, maybe she didn't drive and maybe she didn't work.

Or are you trying to tell me that Wilmont Harmon's wife was using an alias?

No, no, there's a birth certificate

in that high school she went to before

she went to Sussex College for Women in Philly.

Chief? I just came down from the lab

and they claim you can't find lip prints on a Styrofoam cup so I...

What are you talking about?!

It's that hit-and-run case. If I can place the lip prints

on the Styrofoam cup, inside the car... I got a case.

Foley! Get out of here!

I'll be in the lab if you want me, sir.

Close the door. Right, right.

Chief, watch that guy 'cause he's looking for your job.

Where were we?

We ain't no place, that's where we are.

Unless the girl stepped out of the ocean

at age 21, like a mermaid,

all I got is that there's some kind of background

in LA and I got to go there and dig it up.

What about the college she went to?

Sussex College for Women in Philly. Do you know the records?

Yeah. There ain't none.

What? Every college keeps records.

This one had records but they ain't there.

Nobody knows where they are or they're gone.

That's it... except the Dean of Women remembers her.

He said he was very impressed with her. He was?

It's a he, a guy. What do I know?

Anyway, he said he was very impressed with her

on account of she's the first girl

from this little high school in Los Angeles,

Franklin Pierce High, that ever made it

to his big hotsy-totsy college in Philly...

Sussex College for Women, amen.

All right, when are you going to LA?

I'm going this afternoon.

I got my uptown duds on, we'll be properly represented.

Stay in touch.

You got it.

Hey, chief? Yeah?

If I call and you ain't here,

you want me to check with Foley?

I'll see you later.

I'd like to come in for a second, if I might.

We're closed. I understand.

Can I come in for a second, if I might?

Come back tomorrow, okay?

See, I'm not sure there's gonna be any tomorrow.

Hey darlin', I have regards for you

from a good friend of yours, Ms. Mary Beth Rumsey.

Mary Beth? Yeah!

Hello. Is Mary Beth back?

I beg your pardon. Is Mary Beth back? Is she here in Los Angeles?

I don't know...

This is gorgeous. My goodness.

A fella could go bonkers looking at these beautiful things.

No, you see, I knew her in the East a while back.

She told me if I ever came out here

to Los Angeles that I was to look up a little Gypsy girl

named Lola, and I believe I may have found her.

Yes, you have.

I'm glad. What's your name?

My name is Ragtime Billy Peaches.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I did not know Mary Beth for long,

but I knew her well and I wrote a tune for her.

She said if I ever found the Gypsy girl Lola,

I'd have another tune to write...

and I believe I have one comin' on... She said that, huh?

About a Gypsy girl named Lola

and all the magic.

Yes, ma'am.

I have my dinner waiting for me.

Oh, excuse me.

Why, that's impolite.

Oh, one more time!

That's lovely. You have dinner waiting?

Yes.

How about if I sing while you eat?

Do you know that I can sing while I eat? Like to see that?

You're hungry, huh? Yes, ma'am.

Okay, Peaches. Do you like rice?

No, ma'am.

Do you like vegetables? No, ma'am.

Then you're not gonna like your dinner.

I like wine and I got me a skinful. Do you like wine?

I like wine. Let's eat.

Mary Beth...

Lord, I have not seen her in so many years.

I miss her.

Last time, she was in someplace

like Iran, Lebanon...

someplace far away. Wherever it was... too far away.

She's so crazy.

Crazy, good lady.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

There's not anything weird...

Nothing she would not try once, twice...

The guy that she ran away with...

he was a john of hers.

What was that, a john?

What is a john anyway?

A customer. A customer?

What was she selling? Tricks.

What's that, tricks? Tricks.

Mary Beth was a hooker.

My Lord, if I'da known that, I'da written a different kind of song.

She was a hooker?

Yes, sir. Oh, my Lord.

And a good one.

My gracious sakes alive. A good one.

How in the hell did a high-class girl like her

wind up... trickin'?

I don't know...

It's good money, I don't know.

She was workin' regular out of this place called the Club Corsair

down there in North Hollywood.

My Lord o' Goshen.

Say now, you wasn't... You didn't...

You was one of them hookers?

Me, Peaches? Yeah.

No. No, if I love 'em it's for free,

and if I don't... I don't like IOUs and stuff like that.

That's good, darling, 'cause I ain't got a damn dime.

Let the good times roll!

Mr. Valance? Yeah, come in.

How do you do? Ragtime Billy Peaches.

Pleasure to meet you. How are you?

Where's the girl?

You know, the name you sent in here.

If you want me to give her a job,

let's have a little look at her, okay?

Well, sir, she ain't here.

She's not even with me at all.

The truth of the matter is I don't know where she is.

I'm looking for her my own self, and I heard she had worked

for you at one time and I was wondering if you knew where she was.

Not me. Let me just refresh your memory. There you go.

What'd you say her name was? Mary Beth Rumsey.

Have a seat.

Well, thank you.

Yeah, she worked for me awhile back.

Your move.

That's it. It's a mismatch.

You're distracting me. Oh, I'm sorry.

Why are you looking for her?

As a matter of fact, she owes me some money.

How much? 3,000 of my dollars are in her pocket.

I was pimping for her down there in New Orleans.

You think you got troubles? Yes, sir, 3000 of 'em.

She turned some tricks for me, too.

Wasn't half bad, till some customer ran off with her to Iran...

Some Arab, I guess.

Where's that, sir? Iran.

You figure she might still be there?

She could be dead, for all I know... or care.

I sure hope she ain't.

I ain't gonna get no $3,000 out of a hole in the ground.

Well... thank you for your time.

It's been a pleasure meeting you.

You wouldn't happen to know how to get to that Iran, would you?

Ask an Arab. Oh, okay, thank you.

Gimme a drink.

Artie, you were gonna forget all about her, remember?

Let her be.

Put a couple of boys on that cowboy.

You all aren't gonna leave your car there,

'cause I'm just might be a few minutes, you see...

Hold on, now. Wait a minute.

Now, that's just my keys up there. There ain't no money.

Whatever y'all want, you can have it.

Who are you? My name's Peaches, sir... Ragtime Billy Peaches.

What'd you want with that broad?

It's like I told the fella you work...

We ain't got no boss and you ain't told us nothing!

Say, that there's my guitar arm.

You're kinda bending it up a little bit.

Ohh! Ohh!

You see, the thing is that I'm from Texarkana,

and she owes me $3,000.

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

I just was hired, you see, to find her.

I ain't getting but $50 for this.

I'm just a go-between and I'd just as soon quit the whole thing

if it's all the same with y'all.

There's a car coming.

I'm gonna leave this whole town...

Let's go!

Baretta: I'm gonna tell you something about Los Angeles...

I'm gonna make a call

and find out what's going on with the Gypsy girl.

Hey, mister, come here a minute. No, no, please, mister!

Let me talk to you. Here... here's my ring!

I don't want your ring. Let me give you my credit cards!

Can I have a dime, please? I'll give you anything!

How about my wallet? Shh. Listen to me.

I'll give you my money. I'll give you all... Hey, will you shut up?!

You nut! Will you listen to me?! Yes, sir.

I want 10¢. Yes, here's all my change.

I don't want all your change! I want a dime! Thank you!

Yes. Yes, yes. You people in Los Angeles are nuts!

Lola, if you ain't home, I'm calling the mortuary.

I'll take good care of you, okay, little baby?

You too sore for that, are you, huh?

I'll take care of it. Ahhh!

I'll lay a little magic on you later,

as soon as I get you feeling better, all right?

Lola? Yeah?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Did I hurt you? No.

What?

I ain't Billy Peaches.

You're being too nice to me, darling... I gotta level with ya.

My name's Tony Baretta.

Now just stay nice... I'm a cop.

It ain't got nothing to do with you...

Wait a minute... The way you live, everything,

I love it, it's terrific.

I'm here on important stuff. Now just hear me.

I'm here to investigate a murder.

Yeah?

Your girlfriend, Mary Beth Rumsey...

Yeah? She's dead.

Oh, no! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I did this to you, pal.

The reason I didn't tell you I was a cop is

because most people don't talk to cops.

You can't get no information... especially

pretty people that live the way you do here,

and a Gypsy and everything... You don't want no cops around.

Everybody's supposed to be a suspect, that's what the book says.

The first 10 seconds, you were a suspect, but I know you're straight...

My heart tells me. So I'm telling you everything I know...

and I'm sorry.

How did Mary Beth die?

Somebody shot her.

And I ain't got much to go on.

She was married to a guy back in my city.

She was married? Yeah, a big rich guy.

A big hot-dog lawyer.

But you told me something that was important, honey.

You said that she was a hooker,

and I'm betting that a big, rich important guy like him...

He wouldn't marry a girl if he knew that.

That's something. That's something to go on.

And I'm gonna go back and check that out.

What about the guys that beat you up?

They must work for this guy, Valance.

You see, he's a joker too. He's lying to me.

I don't know what his story is, but he's lying.

Everybody lies in this world, Gypsy girl,

except the people like you.

I'm sorry, I gotta ask you something else.

I gotta have a $100 to get back to my town.

You got it!

Go back there.

Find out who did Mary Beth in.

I'll do it, I promise you. Find out who did it!

I'll find out who did it. That's a promise.

And I'll come back here and I'll make this up to you.

That's a promise too.

I will.

Baretta: Not only that, but the guy's old lady was a hooker.

Billy: Mrs. Wilmont Harmon was a what?

The lady was a prostitute of the first magnitude, that's what.

I don't believe it.

I ain't talking through the top of my head.

I checked it out. She had a record.

She got busted for tricking.

That high-class broad was a hooker.

Lord! I wonder if he knew.

Boy, he's been flying around with some high-flying people...

Yachts, governors.

I think he even knew Agnew.

They say he was planning to run for governor.

If this leaked out, what would that have done to his political career, huh?

Billy, my boy, you know what you've given me?

What?

One of the prime requisites for adequate police procedure...

The suspect's motivation.

♪ Don't go to bed with no price on your head, no ♪

♪ Don't do it ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Don't do the crime if you can't do the time, now ♪

♪ No, don't do it ♪

♪ Keep your eye ♪

♪ On the sparrow ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ When the going gets narrow ♪

♪ Ohhh... ♪

♪ Don't do it hell, yeah ♪

♪ Where can I go where the cold winds don't blow? ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Well, well, well, well, well. ♪

All right! Hold it right there!

Hold it, Mrs. Harmon, I'm a cop. Will you wait?

Stop this car, will you?!

Mr. Harmon, you're under arrest.

What's the charge? Murder.

You have a right to remain silent... I know. I know my rights.

Good, because I can never remember 'em.

Tell me, who did I murder? I ain't sure.

But that was your wife I just chased outta here,

and if she's alive, then, partner, somebody else is dead.

You thought that was my wife I was talking to?

I'm betting on it. Come on, Baretta.

A man and woman go to a hotel in the middle of the afternoon.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Sure, I'll believe it... three days after his wife was murdered?

I'm afraid so. She also happens to be a client,

so I'm not about to tell you her name.

Although, I'd be very glad if she'd step forward and identify herself.

Mr. Harmon, that was your wife that went outta here,

or it was her twin sister.

I took a little trip to LA.

Your wife had a record out there.

So, you did your homework. I sure did.

I got me a set of fingerprints.

I'm gonna have that body exhumed

and if those prints don't match...

And Mr. Lawyer, they ain't gonna match and you know it...

Then I gotcha on a murder rap.

That's very interesting.

You might get promoted if you're right,

but if you're wrong, you might get fired... also sued.

We'll see where the chips fall, won't we?

They're identical.

What?! They match.

They match? You were wrong, Baretta.

I hope you realize the position you have put me in.

I saw her... Shut up!

You have arrested the most important and respected lawyer in this state...

And a personal friend of mine... on nothing more than a hunch, which doesn't pay off.

You're probably looking a false arrest charge right smack in the face.

On top of that, you compromised the whole department

and make me look like an idiot!

If you so much as go near him again, even look at him the wrong way,

this whole town is gonna come down on top of your head

and I'm gonna be the first one to jump.

Have I said that in a way that you understand?

Is that clear to you? Yeah, that's clear. I understand.

Then get the hell back out on the street and find out what really happened.

Okay.

Hey, hey, hey! It's Ragtime Billy Peaches!

Tony! And he's dragging his peaches.

Hi there! Hello.

Oh. Baretta: Ahh!

It's nice to see you. You too.

I got something for you. You do?

Here's your 100 bucks. See there? I'm a good cop.

I got something for you, too.

Yeah? Yeah.

What's happening?

I got myself in a little jam...

Over your girlfriend, Mary Beth Rumsey.

She's still alive.

She's what? What? I saw her. She's alive.

I think she is, but when we dug up the grave,

that's where the jam came in because the fingerprints say she's dead.

I'm lost, honey. I saw her and she ran away from me.

And I'm betting she's still alive.

You gotta tell me if there's anybody you knew...

A boyfriend that she would go to, old school friends,

family, something.

Karen.

We were both very close friends with Karen.

Yeah? I haven't heard from her in a long time.

You don't know where she is? No... I got some stuff in the back.

It's been a long time since I've been through this stuff.

That's my first night out.

Your first... night out.

Yes. Okay. Here, you look through these.

Yeah. Yearbook. Okay.

Flash.

Hey, there we are.

"The Think Tank."

That's what they called us because we were the poorest

but the smartest kids in class and we took turns being number one.

That's you in the middle. Yeah.

Little fatso there, huh? That's why they called it tank.

I'm the tank. I see. Who's this cutie pie on the left?

That's Mary Beth.

No, no, honey, this is Mary Beth over here.

No, that's Karen Dennison.

This is Mary Beth Rumsey.

What?

This is Karen Dennison?

Did she and Mary Beth work at the same...

Did they both work for that guy? Yeah, yeah.

Did she trick for him? Yeah, Karen is the one that turned Mary Beth onto the gig.

Now, you see.

I go to that guy, Valance, and ask him about Mary Beth Rumsey,

and he don't wanna know nothing!

I ask him about Karen. I show him a picture of Karen Dennison,

and he wants to beat me up to find out what I know.

Why wouldn't he just tell you that you had

a picture of Karen and you had the names...?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

Tennis wasn't my sport, but watching those guys... that's something else.

Hey, you know it.

Sorry, fella. The place is closed.

Oh, I was just gonna go talk to your boss.

Well, we're closed for any kinda business.

You don't remember me, do you?

No. I owe you something.

I don't remember you owing me anything either.

My name is Ragtime Billy Peaches.

Oh yeah, Billy Peaches.

Son of a gun.

Baretta: That's enough! Back off!

I said, back off! Do you see what you're looking at, man? Back off!

I'm a cop. You see here, you're dealing with the fuzz.

I've had enough of you cowboys. Now get over there.

Get over there!

I wanna talk to the boss. Move, old man.

Get in there. One of you guys wanna shoot a cop?

Go ahead! Get dumb enough and try it!

Get in there!

You and me are gonna talk... About Karen Dennison.

Why? Is she dead?

No... Mary Beth Rumsey is.

Like I told you before, it means nothing to me.

You wanna get cute?

Want me to get extradition papers and take you back to my town on a murder rap?

Murder? Yeah, I'm talking about murder!

I haven't seen either of them in five years.

Now, listen to me! You had me worked over out in that parking lot.

That must have meant something. Shut up!

You lied to me when I came in here with that picture.

Now I ain't no dummy. I'm gonna ask you one more time.

What went down with you and Karen Dennison?

And you answer me straight or we're walking out of here together.

Now you got the ball. Go ahead, mess up.

All right...

I was in love with her.

That's right, I was in love with one of my own hookers.

And I'd cut my own throat for her too.

She was making me three, four grand a week.

I was somebody, you know?

I was moving up in the organization.

Man, I coulda been running this town.

Except for her.

I pulled her out of circulation.

Whenever she needed bread,

I gave it to her out of my own pocket.

I hung jewels and furs on her.

Oh, man, she walked around here

with ice on her worth a couple hundred grand.

Then, one day...

she ran out on me and...

just vanished off the face of the earth.

I spent another 50 G's just trying to find her.

My luck went bad and...

I got shut out, you know?

Coulda got killed...

But I didn't care about any of that.

All I really wanted was to...

have her back with me, you know?

I still want her back.

That's the story... Mr. Cop.

Yeah.

Hold on. He's right here. Hey cop! It's for you.

Yeah? Hello.

Tony! Get over here quick!

What's the matter? Are you okay?

Just get over here quickly. Okay, just sit tight.

Baretta: Lola?

Tony? Tony. Yeah.

What's the matter? Karen Dennison just called.

Karen Dennison called you?

Yeah, she's very uptight and she would not tell me why.

She wanted to come and stay with me for a while.

Where'd she call from?

Area code 677... Someplace back East.

Write that phone number down. Okay.

What did you tell her?

I told her that I couldn't talk right now. I'd call back later.

I was thinking of getting married. You're a good cop.

Call her back and tell her it's great.

She can come out to see you, but you want to wait for a while.

No, wait a minute. Don't call her for like four or five hours.

I'm gonna get on a plane. That's so long.

Don't call until I call you. I'll call as soon as I get home.

Thanks, pal. Take care.

Karen? Now don't get tense.

Remember me?

You ran away from me once before, didn't you?

I'm a cop...

and you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You got a right to have an attorney present.

If you can't afford one, the court'll appoint one.

And that's the name of that tune.

Did you understand what I said? Yes.

Do you know what you're charged with?

Accessory after the fact in a murder case.

I didn't know he was going to kill her.

See, it ain't so much what you knew or didn't know,

it's what you did or didn't do when you found out.

Hello, Nicole.

What do you want?

Will you take me to him, please?

You know, you're crazy.

Would you get him for me, please?

I let your tail off the hook once because your boss talked me into it.

One mistake is all you're going to get.

Hold on a second. This is official business.

You're under arrest on a murder charge.

I don't believe you. You just keep after it.

It'll get easier. May I make a phone call?

You certainly know that you're entitled to a phone call, sir.

I'm calling Shiller. I thought you would.

I'll get it.

Baretta: Good afternoon, Inspector Shiller.

Wilmont. Karl.

Baretta, I hope you have an explanation for whatever is going on here.

You know I most certainly do, sir.

I've arrested Wilmont Harmon on first degree murder...

Charged with the death of Mary Beth Rumsey.

You have what?!

Now, now, give me a chance to try to explain the way I think it happened.

This is gonna be kind of a Sherlock Holmes number, so you'd better sit down.

There's just some figuring out to do.

What we got here is two girls.

This is Mary Beth Rumsey.

And this is Karen Dennison,

the wife of Wilmont Harmon.

Now just wait. I'll explain that to you.

These two girls... they worked in Los Angeles for a man named Valance.

They were prostitutes. Ah...

Wait a minute... that's fact. I got that documented.

We didn't come to the theory yet.

These two girls worked and everything went along fine.

At some point, this girl here...

Mary Beth Rumsey... She leaves the country.

Now a little while after that,

Karen Dennison stole a whole lot of money from Valance.

Now, in order to hide from him,

and with the use of high school transcripts,

she's able successfully to sneak into a college

as Mary Beth Rumsey.

So now we got the transfer complete.

Karen Dennison has become Mary Beth Rumsey.

And that's the end of Act I,

and we whip right into Act Il.

When she's in college, she meets Nicole Harmon,

and through Nicole... They've become friends now...

She meets and she marries Wilmont Harmon.

And they're gonna live happily ever after.

But after a coupla years,

up pops Mary Beth Rumsey...

And she sees that her girlfriend has taken her identity,

married a rich man... There's millions involved...

She decides she wants a little taste of the action, right?

How is she gonna get it?

She's gonna blackmail Wilmont Harmon.

She threatens to mess up his whole legal practice

and worse than that, she's gonna destroy his political future

by revealing that she and her girlfriend

were both hookers in Los Angeles.

Now, Mr. Harmon's political future

is the most important part of his life.

There ain't nobody gonna take it away from him.

So he plans and he executes

the murder of Mary Beth Rumsey.

Now, what he planned to do with his wife, I don't really know.

Anyway, boss, what we got here...

A girl, Karen Dennison,

takes her girlfriend's identity,

everything goes smooth,

the real girl shows up, and he kills her.

And that's the end of Act Il.

How'd I do?

Well, I... It's ridiculous, Karl.

Obviously aside from the theatrics,

your detective has no hope of proving any of it.

I have nothing to say. Baretta...

Now hold on, boss.

I got a little bit more to say.

I ain't gonna leave you hung out to dry.

I got the man.

Get ready for Act Ill.

Ole Sherlock ain't finished yet.

Beth! You're alive!

Yep... only this is not Beth.

Mr. Shiller...

Mr. Harmon, I'd like you to meet your wife,

Karen Dennison, alias Mary Beth Rumsey,

alias Mary Beth Harmon.

Why did you have to betray me?

Why did you have to kill her?

I...

I think we all better go downtown.

Karen.

Mr. Harmon.

Baretta, I...

I know... you don't have to say a word, boss.

Ole Sherlock did it again. Baretta, I...

Now, now, now. I'm gonna explain it to you again on the way down.

It took me a coupla weeks to understand it.

Hey, Tony.

It's good to see you again. It's good to see you.

You must have gotten rich... For a round-trip ticket for me?

What, you're the star witness in the big case I solved.

I don't know anything about the Mary Beth Rumsey case.

You know that and I know that, but the DA's office is paying for the tickets.

Billy, this is Lola... a cousin of mine from Des Moines.

She's gonna stay with us for a little while.

Another cousin from Des Moines? She doesn't look a bit like the last cousin.

You must have a lot of cousins in Des Moines.

Just kidding you, honey. Glad to have you with us.

Don't give your right name.

Baretta!

The magic lady's here, crazy woman.

You solved a big one! Ain't I a big shot?

What's the matter, now you're not gonna talk to us common folk?

I couldn't live without talking to you.

Good! I'll make chicken soup for us in the morning.

You got it! Who's that?

This is... from Des Moines. I'm his cousin.

Another cousin!

You're busy, right? Yeah, I really...

Goodbye. I'll see you later...

In the morning, with the chicken soup.

How come I never meet your aunts or uncles?