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While the city sleeps

Every night he creeps

Just surveyin' his domain

He roams around like he owns the town

He's the king He makes that plain

He knows every trick Doesn't miss a lick

When it comes to keepin' fat

Some city slicker No one is quicker

Than

That darn cat

Every nook and cranny

And garbage can he inspects

So thoroughly

When he's on his rounds

Nothin's out of bounds

To his curiosity

He can smile and purr

At a pretty her

Till she don't know where she's at

Nose like a Geiger

Oh, what a tiger is

That darn cat

He's a sly old codger

An artful dodger

A scrounger unsurpassed

A ball of fire

A nine-live wire

Who just can't be outclassed

Yeah, this midnight rover

He lives in clover

It's an art he's got down pat

Never was a greater

Smooth operator than that

Darn

That darn cat

That darn cat

That darn cat

That darn cat

That darn cat

Hey, what do you say, fella?

Hey, you're taking my food, huh?

Iggy.

- What kept you? - The lousy buses.

- Where'd you leave the car? - Outside of Fresno, Route 99.

All right. Okay. They found it.

- The scan came in on the radio. - What'd I tell you?

The fuzz'll fall for the whole deal, hook, line and sinker.

Maybe. We've got the federal fuzz on us this time.

So what? Who cares?

Wait till they pick up them hot 20s I've been dropping off

all the way up the valley. They're gonna lose their minds.

Look at us, livin' in this solid pad,

a block and a half away from where we pulled the job.

What about them headlines? We're big news.

Front page, every one of them...

- Shut up, will you? - Shut up? Sure.

"Two bank robbers stage daring, daylight holdup."

Hey, how about that, huh? "Daring... daring."

"Two armed men wearing Halloween masks

robbed the North Valley bank early today...

- I gotta look. ...seizing a teller,

Miss Margaret Miller, to shield their getaway."

Wow. Does this turn you on, huh?

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

- Iggy. - Wow.

Iggy, we don't get 250,000 like the papers say.

We get 160 grand.

A hundred and six...

- Are you tryin' to snow me? - Get your hands off me, meatball.

Get 'em off.

Don't you do that again.

A hundred and sixty.

How come the papers don't say that?

- Do you believe the papers or me? - What do I know?

I've been out risking my neck, laying phony leads.

You've been in here, sitting on the glue.

Well, why don't you ask Miss America there?

She's the money lady.

Hey, it was a quarter million, wasn't it?

Two hundred grand?

One lousy hundred sixty...

Don't do it, Iggy.

What I want to know is, how come it don't bother you, huh?

Two of you wouldn't have cooked this up?

Oh, come on, Iggy. You're more of a drag than she is.

All right, what are we gonna do about her?

To tell you the truth, she's been a pretty good girl.

No hysteriaville, no gas. No struggling.

She's got consideration for other people.

I say we ought to turn her off right now.

Is that another one of your big ideas?

You see this?

Everyone in town is gonna be lookin' at our girl's picture.

They dig her now, all those helpful little citizens.

And that one little old man, Eyewitness Charlie, with 20l20 vision.

Who always happens to be looking out a window

when you're dragging out a body.

- What's the action then? - We cool it, cool it, all of us.

- Cool it. - Mother, I'm gonna take this gag off.

You got any ideas about noise?

All right. That's good...

...because I've got sensitive ears,

and when someone yells, I do things.

Things like make me hate myself in the morning.

Now, Mother, here's the picture.

We hole up here a few days. We're stuck with you.

Now, we don't want you getting sick or scared or finking out.

That's no good. Not for us. Not for you.

What are you gonna do with me?

Well, first you've got to believe one thing.

One killing, more or less, won't make any difference.

We've got nothin' to lose.

Anybody we knock off from here on in, is just a little more gravy, see?

- I understand. - That's solid, Moms.

Come on. Let's make with the cookin'.

Iggy brought groceries. Come on.

We got steaks, we got salmon. What's it gonna be?

Steak. I'll have mine rare.

Make mine well. I can't stand the sight of blood.

Some desperate character I got for a partner, huh?

All right, fleabag, get out of here.

- Let him stay a while, Dan. - What for?

- I like cats. - You like cats?

Yeah. I ever tell you about Acey-Deucy, my old cat?

- No, and you ain't going to. - As long as he was alive, I was lucky.

- He was a real friend. - You're breaking my heart.

Come on, I want to talk to you.

Don't stand there flapping your ears. Make with the cooking.

I like the cat.

Don't forget, I'm watching you.

I don't trust that dame. I don't trust her.

I don't want you to trust her.

The thing is, she might play along

if we con her into thinking we might turn her loose.

- You wouldn't, would you? - Are you out of your mind?

Nah, you're kidding.

What's holding you up? Move it, will you?

I think my watch stopped.

What do I care? What's with the watch?

- I wanted to time the steaks. - That's a clock, ain't it?

Move it, will you?

What do you think you're doing?

Not that way, Dan, somebody will hear.

He wanted to go out.

I... I didn't make a break.

I... I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't.

Okay.

Okay.

Because I got friends.

Ten little lead-nosed friends in here.

And they all run faster than you do, Moms.

I know.

Now, let's get one thing straight.

Don't touch that door again.

Not that door, or any window in there.

- You got that straight? - Got it?

- Yes. - You just used up all your luck, lady.

Now, don't try me again.

How about Thursday night at the drive-in?

- What's playing? - Night of the Surfer.

- What was that we saw tonight? - Surfer Beach Party.

- And the night before last? - Son of Surf and Sinbad the Surfer.

- Double feature. - Canoe...

Do you ever get a spooky feeling

that we keep seeing the same movie over and over?

And all they do is change the titles a little?

Yeah, it's terrific stuff, isn't it?

Couldn't we, just once, see a nice quiet movie,

where boy meets girl, they have problems

which aren't weird, they fall in love, and live happily ever after?

Why would you want to see unhealthy stuff like that?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe once I'd like to go to a movie

where I don't get seasick.

I'll make you a deal. You go with me Thursday night,

next time I'll take you to one of those happily ever after clambakes. Deal?

- I guess. - Where's the thing playing?

Oh, who knows? Maybe they don't make movies like that anymore.

Well, sure. You wanna know why?

Because people don't want to be depressed by all that slop.

Ha! That Henderson boy went right into the house with her.

Right into the house.

She and the Henderson boy, the two of them.

Why shouldn't he go in the house?

He's been hanging around since he was old enough to wave bye-bye.

Nevertheless, they happen to represent

two separate and distinct members of the opposite sex.

- Alone, in that house. - You tell them, kid.

With their parents all over Europe,

someone's got to keep an eye on those girls.

Meantime,

by authority of the Federal Communications Commission,

and the grace of a kindly Providence,

which gave me the power of not having to listen to people,

I am now going off the air.

Don't you dare take that thing off! I haven't finished talking.

Good night, old woman. I can't hear what you're sayin',

but whatever it is, I disagree with you 100 percent.

You're out of peanut butter. How come there aren't any olives?

- Put them on the shopping list. - Okay.

Hi, DC.

You know, Patti, sometimes you worry me.

You don't eat enough to keep a bird alive.

Canoe. This is just a wild idea, but has it ever occurred to you

there's more to life than surfing and eating?

- Like what? - Forget it.

I just realized I was talking to myself.

- Hey, your folks are in Venice. - I know.

Your father got indigestion from a clam sauce, but feels better now.

Huh.

Bills, bills, bills. Look at this, nothing but bills.

Surf news should be comin' up about now.

You listen. I'm gonna straighten up and go off to bed.

- Okay. - Hi, DC.

Watch the crumbs, will you, fellas?

Pass the word. Watch the crumbs.

According to authorities,

the desperados and their victim may have traveled north

in an effort to escape this area.

- Their car was discovered on... - That's Miss Miller.

...outside of Fresno. - Who?

Miss Miller, the Christmas Club window at the bank.

- I've known her for years. - Oh, yeah, so have I.

She goes to our Laundromat.

Kind of creepy, isn't it?

All this happening in your own neighborhood, to people you know.

Want me to stick around until your sister comes home?

- You know, the protecting bit. - No, thanks.

All right.

And now, surfers, here's the word for tomorrow.

This is your Weather Gremmie with the beach news for the a.m.

Goleta to Zuma, sea conditions light to moderate.

Malibu, moderate in the early morning, with some real heavies expected.

Hey, Pat, surf's up tomorrow at Malibu. You want to go?

Yeah, sure. Good night.

Good night.

That's all for tonight, surfers. The word is "go."

See you at the beach.

Mmm. Come on, here. Come on.

That's a good boy. Good one.

Wow. 11:15? Man, I gotta get some sleep.

- I thought we'd almost had it there. - Sorry, one of Patti's friends.

Oh.

- Is it a date, then? - Mm-hm.

You won't regret it, I'm sure. Mother is an extremely fine cook.

- I'm sure she is, Gregory. - Mother cooks the best duck.

And as for the duck, did I tell you it was a Gadwall?

No, I don't believe you did.

I, uh, stood all day in a duck blind to get it.

In the pouring rain. I almost got pneumonia.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - No. It's all right. It was worth it.

Well worth it. It's a beautiful creature.

Perfectly beautiful. Superb eating.

Mother... Mother prepares duck

in the classic, old-fashioned way.

She hangs it out on the screen porch

for 48 hours before cooking.

It makes all the difference in the world.

- All the difference in the world. - I, um...

I'm looking forward to meeting your mother.

I've heard so much about her.

I know you two are gonna be the very best of friends.

And now, uh...

- Good night. - Good night.

- I'll see you in the morning. - Mm-hm.

- Same time as usual? - Hmm.

Quiet, Blitzy.

Good night, my little beauties.

Oh!

Okay, where's the duck?

- I beg your pardon. - I want my duck!

Your duck?

If you please.

I'm sorry, I really don't know...

Where is that sneaky, miserable guttersnipe?

- He's got my duck. - What duck?

Don't you dare pretend with me.

- I saw him come in here with it. - You saw who come in?

Patricia Randall, I have had all I can take.

That rotten cat of yours, he molests my prize albino fantails,

crawls all over my car every time I wash it with his muddy paws.

He digs up Mother's bulbs.

He's driven my dog to the brink of a nervous breakdown.

You mean DC?

Well, I'm sorry, but actually, he isn't my cat.

He isn't anybody's cat.

What are you talking about? He lives here, doesn't he?

Of course, but don't you see? You don't own someone like DC.

He's family.

Oh, but what am I gonna do?

Shoot. I spent all day in a duck blind.

Humph! Pouring rain.

And I get one duck.

One single Gadwall.

And that flea-raddled fiend had to go and steal it.

I know you're upset, but be honest. It was dark, wasn't it?

It could have been that nasty cat from across the street.

The one who does everything that DC gets blamed for.

Now, do you think...

Oh, DC, how could you?

Hold this.

DC, give that to me this instant.

I want you to know I'm very, very disappointed in you.

Oh.

Oh, Gregory, I am sorry.

I can't think what could have come over him.

Bad, bad cat. Ah!

"Bad, bad cat"?

You're a menace to the whole neighborhood.

Mark you, if I had my way,

the authorities would do away with you.

Now, wait a minute, Gregory.

DC's a cat. He can't help his instincts.

He's a hunter, just like you are,

only he's not stupid enough to sit out in the pouring rain all day.

Well!

Just let me make myself quite clear. You better keep him locked up at night.

The next time I find him at our place, I'll give him a pantsful of buckshot.

Nine times, if necessary.

I know. I don't care for him much, either.

But he does have a point, don't you think?

Was that Gregory I heard down there?

- Correct. - He sounded angry.

Yeah, I believe he was.

- What goes on around here, anyway? - Nothing, nothing at all.

DC just happened to take a duck off Gregory's back porch.

- "Happened" to take a duck? - Yes.

Gregory came stamping and banging over here to find it.

Furious. Made a perfect fool of himself. I don't think he's a stable person.

- There goes my duck dinner. - Your what?

He invited me to his house for dinner. His mother was gonna fix the duck.

Fix the...

Ingrid, don't you see? You're walking into a trap.

For goodness sakes, Gregory drives me to work in the morning.

At night he picks me up and he takes me home.

If he wants to go to all that trouble,

the least I can do is be courteous if he asks me to dinner.

How can you be so blind?

It began with the old car pool routine, right?

Why shouldn't it? His law office happens to be next door to where I work.

But the point is, there used to be five people in that car,

then Gregory traded in his sedan for a two-seater sports car.

And Mr. Burke, Miss Patters and Miss Mosely

were ruthlessly squeezed out to find other transportation, correct?

- Now, listen... - Creeping matrimony, that's what it is.

The car pool, the duck dinner, a movie here and there.

Inky, you're taking the gas and you don't even know it.

Thank you, dear, I'm sure you mean well,

but I think I can handle the Gregory situation

in my own bumbling way.

I'm sorry, but I suppose at your age,

when that important person hasn't come into your life,

- well... - Well, what?

Well, I suppose a tinge,

just the faintest tinge, of desperation, begins to blow your judgment.

Good night.

I can assure you, there is no tinge of desperation in my outlook.

- And my vision is exceptionally clear. - Good.

Which, I might add, brings us to your friends.

- My friends? - Yes, dear.

The one we've been tripping over all these years.

Canoe? That's very unfair.

Canoe is... well, he's just defenseless.

He's very sweet and young, and...

...needs help. - I certainly agree he needs something.

Doesn't he do anything but mope around in shorts

- and eat us out of house and home? - Just shows how little you know him.

- Canoe has plenty of ambition. - What?

To be the first 50-year-old surfer at Santa Monica?

If you ask me, he's... What's the matter?

DC's wearing a wristwatch.

Well, what will that dear, sweet, innocent cat be bringing home next?

The Hope Diamond, I imagine.

- Where do you suppose he got it? - I don't know.

Probably some child slipped it on, or some teenager put it on for a joke.

Good night. Check with lost and found in the morning.

Ingrid?

Look. Someone started to scratch something on the casing.

See? "H-E," and that looks like part of an L.

H-E-L...

I'll bet somebody was trying to write "help" and they were interrupted.

Somebody's in trouble.

What cooks in that wild little head of yours now?

Somebody's in trouble. I feel it in my bones.

You bet. Now get out and let me go to sleep. I'm a working girl.

Don't you think we ought to do something?

Good night.

Come on, DC, give.

Someone does need help, don't they?

I know you could find a way to tell me if you really wanted to.

A smart cat like you.

You can be such a rat sometimes.

Don't say anything, just point me towards the coffee.

What's wrong with you?

I didn't close my eyes once last night.

Oh, I've got huge dark circles under my eyes.

- And me so young. - What's bothering you?

I just couldn't stop thinking about this watch.

Especially that pitiful cry for help on the back.

Oh, you're not going to start that, so help me...

You know, I thought and thought and thought,

and I think I finally know the answer.

The watch belongs to her.

- The kidnapped woman? - Yeah.

Come off it. How far out can you get? Does it have a name?

No, but it's exactly the sort of watch

a woman like that would wear:

Feminine, yet... bank tellerish, if you see what I mean.

Patti, you are absolutely impossible.

Have a nice day at the office, Inky.

You've got that terrible

butter-won't-melt-in-your-mouth expression.

I know what's going on in your little mind,

- and I forbid it. - What do you mean?

You're not going to over dramatize this, like you do everything else.

I absolutely forbid you to get the police stirred up

with another of your hallucinations about people in trouble.

You're not to go near the police with that watch.

- Certainly. - Bye.

- Good morning, Ingrid. - Good morning.

Naturally, I wouldn't go to the police.

This is a job for the FBI.

May I help you?

- Yes, I'd like to see a, uh... - We call them agents here.

- Yes, I'd like to see an agent. - May I ask what about?

I have information about one of your crimes.

- Thank you. Would you wait over there? - Yes.

- These are for you, Mr. Hart. - Thank you.

- I'm back at 11:00. - Yes, sir.

- Morning, Hart. - Good morning, Mr. Kelso.

- Hi, Vicky, anything for me? - No, sir.

If Mr. Paul calls about the bank records, put him through.

See you around.

- Is he an agent? - Yes, he is.

- Nice face, hasn't he? - Why, yes.

Yes, Mr. Ellender? The messenger hasn't arrived yet.

I can put a tracer on it.

We haven't heard from Denver all morning.

I'll connect you with Agent Morrow. He's got the reports on that case.

Well, we've got 22 Howards in Los Angeles County.

Better start right at the top.

Mr. Kelso, I have something to report on one of your cases.

It's a family cat. He's called DC.

That means "Darn Cat." Daddy named him,

he called him something worse, Mother won't let us use that.

Excuse me. First, what is your name?

Patricia Randall, 808 Pendleton Avenue.

Uh-huh, and what is this information you have, Miss Randall?

It's DC, our cat.

He likes to prowl around at night, as cats do. Nothing wrong with that.

And he likes people, as a general rule, if they're nice and give him food.

He goes back.

I think he has a regular route to pick out food,

sort of like a milkman in reverse.

- And this relates to one of our cases? - Yes. Yes, it does.

Last night DC was out roaming around,

and stole a duck from Mr. Benson down the street.

Ah, Miss, um, Randall...

I'm afraid that that's a police matter.

You see, our jurisdiction is limited to certain fields of investigation.

At the present time, duck stealing is not one of them.

How about bank robbery and kidnapping?

Maybe I'd better hear the rest of your story.

Thank you.

Well, last night DC came home wearing a wristwatch.

- Wearing a wristwatch? - Yes.

- Instead of his collar. - Oh.

And I couldn't help thinking what I would do if I were poor Miss Miller,

held prisoner by two hoodlums,

- and a stray cat came wandering in. - Mm-hm.

Don't you see? I'd try to put something of mine on the cat as a clue.

Like a wristwatch, maybe even try to scratch something on it.

Do you have this wristwatch?

Mr. Kelso, I knew you'd understand. That's why I selected you personally.

Here.

You see, of course, on the back,

where she started to scratch the word "help,"

- and was interrupted. - Uh-huh.

"H-E..." And that squiggle could be an "L."

Well, that doesn't quite spell "help," does it?

She was wearing a wristwatch at the time of her abduction.

We have only a superficial description.

- This may or may not be the watch. - But wouldn't it be enough to start on?

I wonder if you could wait here for just a few moments?

Of course. My entire day is at your disposal.

Thank you, Miss Randall.

- It's a goofy idea. - That's what I thought too, sir.

- The only thing is, I like it. - You do, sir?

I don't like this paper chase someone's leading us on.

Those 20-dollar bills from the bank we've been picking up

- at convenient towns up the valley. - They went in another direction?

Or stayed here in the city. This watch lead ties in with that.

- How's your workload, Kelso? - Me, sir?

Uh, well, I'm going over old bank records on Johnny the Cooch.

- We're ready to trip him up. - The Cooch can wait.

Kidnapping takes priority.

I want you to set up surveillance and tail this cat.

- Tail the cat? - He may take us to the criminals.

That's all.

Actually, I don't have any experience in tailing cats.

For that matter, who does?

Sorry, sir. You wish me to set up a surveillance on this informant,

exactly as if we thought of him as a person?

Unless, of course, it works out better to think of him as a cat.

Sir, I think it's only fair to tell you, I don't get on well with cats.

There's a kind of an antagonism between us.

- Is that so? - Yes, and I have a slight allergy.

Allergy? I know the medical records of every man in this office.

Have you been keeping something from me?

It's a very small allergy, sir.

- Hardly worth mentioning. - Don't.

Stay in touch. I'm available on this case 24 hours a day.

Yes, sir.

Sir, it's just that every time I'm around c...

C...

Gesundheit, and good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, a lot of people are gonna be sorry

for the things they said about DC.

Wait till they find out he's working with the FBI.

I don't think we should expose

your cat's relationship with us at this time.

I'd like to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

You don't want everyone in the neighborhood to know who you are?

Exactly. People tend to become over stimulated

when they discover an FBI man in the neighborhood.

It interferes with the quiet, orderly process of investigation.

- Hmm. - Especially kidnap cases.

See, this places the life of the kidnap victim

into additional jeopardy.

We've gotta not generate too much heat?

The kidnappers'll chicken out, kill Miss Miller,

dispose of the remains and take off?

Uh, that's one way to put it, yes.

Oh.

You go first.

Remember, everything quiet, calm, inconspicuous.

Quiet, calm, inconspicuous.

That brazen creature. Right in broad daylight!

What are you cackling about now?

A strange man just went into the house with Patti.

- So what? - He was carrying a bag.

Don't get yourself up in a sweat, old woman.

- It's probably the plumber. - It was not the plumber!

- This man was nicely dressed. - That's the way plumbers dress now.

The prices they charge these days,

I'm surprised he wasn't wearing a tuxedo.

Do you have any friends? People who are in and out all the time?

I'm afraid so. Father always complained

we were running a rehabilitation center for punch-drunk juveniles.

Uh-huh. I'd prefer a room on the second floor, actually.

To reduce the chance of somebody coming in and finding me at work.

- This your room? - Ingrid's. My sister.

- Oh. Would she mind? - No, not at all.

- She'd be only too happy to help. - Good.

That's the side door from the kitchen?

Yes, that's the exit DC uses when he goes out for an evening on the town.

Uh-huh. Tonight, we'll set up our communications unit in here.

Whatever you like.

All right. And now, I suppose I'd better meet the c... c...

Bless you. What did you say?

I said I...

...suppose I...

...better meet the... - Oh.

Ah, DC. He's probably goofing around under the bed or something.

That's his favorite spot.

Ah, your sins have caught up with you.

This is your FBI.

Well. This is the...

...informant, as we say down at the office.

Hear that, DC? You're the informant now.

Nice little kitty cat. Good, good kitty cat.

- Is he friendly? - Mm-hm.

He almost got me that time.

He's all right. Don't make any sudden moves

because it tends to set off his reflexes or something.

Uh-huh. Oh, yeah. Doesn't seem to like me, does he?

I guess that's a bad sign, the kind of people

- that animals don't like? - It doesn't mean a thing.

DC and Daddy loathe one another,

and Daddy's the Lamb of the Year.

Say, I wonder if you would excuse me

for just one minute. I think we better get this show on the road.

- What are you going to do? - I have some work to do with DC

before we start our surveillance. Photos and so on.

- Oh, for the papers, you mean? - No, for our own people to study.

See, there's finger... paw prints, plaster impressions...

...samples of his fur...

Bless you. You're catching a terrible cold.

DC, pull yourself together. You want me to get you something?

No, no. I'm fine. It's just a slight allergy I have around c... c...

- Around, uh... - Oh.

Wonder if you'd put him on the bed and let me get a picture of him?

- There you go. - Could you get him to stand up?

- I'll get a full-figure shot. - Oh, yes.

Uh...

There we go. Come on, DC, cooperate.

Come on, DC, you're working for the FBI now. There.

There.

Uh, that's not any good. We can't see him properly.

Wait a minute. Here's what he likes.

Here.

Where'd he go?

Back under the bed.

I should've taken the paw prints first.

You're right. He's not about to come out.

Can't we just get a hold of him there and drag him out?

Sure, if you want to lose a hand.

The Bureau has spent $19,800 of the taxpayers' money

training me for emergencies. They expect something for their cash.

I have no intention of being intimidated by this c... c...

...animal.

- Well, you are a very brave man. - Thank you.

All right, when I count three, we'll both grab him at the same time.

- But move fast. - Let's go.

- You ready? - Let's go. Yeah.

One, two, three.

Oh, DC. You're bleeding.

No, it's nothing. Probably just an artery.

Say, would you get him down for me, please?

You're not going ahead with this?

I'm afraid you underestimate me.

We shall proceed with the paw printing.

All right.

Come on now, DC, don't be difficult.

- What's that? - It's ink.

Ink? Can't we do that in the bathroom?

Ingrid will murder me if we get ink on the rug.

Oh, sure. Let's go.

Don't make such a fuss, DC.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Sorry about the washing. Girl's bathroom, you know.

- It's okay. - DC!

- Come on. - Good old kitty cat.

Nice, nice kitty cat.

Spread this out over there.

Let's see. I guess I'll put the paw print in the space for the thumb.

Oh, hurry. I can't hold him any longer.

Oh, all right.

Here we go, now. Just relax there.

Take it easy, there, now. It won't hurt a bit.

Oh, Canoe.

- Can I what? - No, he's a friend of mine.

- I promised to go to the beach. - That's not so good.

Is he one of the kids that hangs around?

Yes, and he has kitchen privileges, and he's as easy to get rid of...

Try to get rid of him. It's important.

- What do I say? - Anything. Just keep him away.

All right.

Hurry back, for the love of heaven.

Okay, tiger, it's either you or me.

- Patti? - Yes?

What kind of a get-up is that to go surfing in?

Want the crowd to think you're an eccentric?

Please go on without me. I don't think I can make it today.

Well, Patti, are you all right? I've never seen you like this before.

- Can I help? - It's all right.

I just feel terribly, terribly weak.

If you're so weak, how come I can't get through the door?

Please go, Canoe.

I can't bear you to see me looking like this.

What was that?

- What was what? - That bloodcurdling scream.

Canoe, will you please go?

I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was butting in on a murder.

Oh, don't be silly.

You know how DC hates water. He's having a bath.

By himself?

All right. If you won't go to the beach, I'll make myself a sandwich.

Kitchen privileges are temporarily withdrawn.

He's gone.

Paw prints everywhere!

Yeah, except on the card.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Aha. The best paw print I ever made.

The first point I wish to make is that time is not on our side.

The word is move, and move swiftly.

We're gonna follow an informant whose information may or may not be reliable.

However, he could lead us to the Miller kidnappers.

Okay, here's the physical. - DC Randall.

- Siamese. - Male.

- Blue. - 17 pounds.

- Seventeen pounds? - Exactly.

Hair, or in this case, fur: Black streaked with tan and white.

- You did say "fur"? - Correct.

- You want us to follow a cat? - That's the assignment.

How do you follow a cat?

They go through fences and culverts. They climb trees and phone poles.

Wither he goest, you will go.

- You have a question, Graham? - I've got an old dog

who's a lot better at tracking cats than I am.

We don't have time for comments.

I'd like to remind you, a woman's life is involved here.

- Sorry. - Okay.

Now, tonight you'll take up your initial positions

in the area surrounding the Randall house, here.

When the informant leaves, it'll be our job to contain him loosely,

within a moving, fluid perimeter.

It's important he doesn't become aware of us

as this might alter his regular nocturnal behavior.

Hold it. Who do you think you're kidding?

- What do you mean? - You think I don't know

- what's going on upstairs? - You do?

I didn't come in from Stupidsville on last night's bus.

- You've got a woman in that apartment. - Hold it. What does that mean?

Don't double-talk me. I've got ears, haven't I?

Uh, it's Dan's mother.

She come in unexpected, sudden-like. We didn't know. That's all.

I don't care if it's Pocahontas.

You got three people living there, and that'll cost you another 20 dollars.

- I'll bring it right down. - Don't bother.

I'll come up and get it. I like to know my tenants.

- Can't. She's sick. - What's wrong with her?

- Nothing catching, is it? - It's her nervous system.

It's all fouled up. She can't stand visitors.

Iggy.

- We gotta leave, gotta get out of here. - What for?

The old battle-ax knows we got a dame up here.

She heard her talking. I told her it was your mother.

Why didn't you tell her it was the TV?

I told you a million times, the TV.

- I gotta talk to you. Private. - Why private?

- We got no secrets from Moms. - Come on, will you? Please.

All right, all right.

Go in the kitchen and get a glass of water.

And stand by the sink, where I can see you.

Okay, fill me in.

Well, I found a place.

Where?

I got a big bin I spotted in an alley two blocks away.

Back of a store, where they dump trash.

Not so good. It's too close.

Anyway, I don't like bodies. They always turn up at the wrong times.

We gotta unload her. The lady downstairs is gonna start nosing around.

I say we got it made, just as long as we sit tight.

- I say we make a move. - We sweat it out right here.

Listen, Dan...

...anything else I play it your way, right?

- Just one condition. - Who says you make conditions?

- Just one. - Such as?

She goes.

All right. But not until later.

And not in the trash bin.

See if you can't lose the car somewhere, get her out of the city.

You sure your sister won't mind us using her room?

No, not a bit. I told you, she'd be happy to help.

Good.

Spires, this is Control. Do you read me?

Sweet and clear. You reading me?

Affirmative. Excuse me. What's your exact position?

In the alley, about 30 feet from the Randall back gate.

You're the only one who can see the informant when he hits the alley.

Let me know which way he turns. Cahill, what's your field of vision?

West of Whittier, east of the bend in Wetherby Drive.

- Stand by. About three minutes to go. - You're young to be doing this work.

- I mean, it's terribly responsible. - I'm really not that...

...not that young. Kelly, are you settled in?

Affirmative. South side of Maple, 50 feet from the junction with Wetherby.

Got it.

You're very athletic looking. Do you surf?

Uh, no, not anymore.

My legs always looked ridiculous in those shorts.

Besides, I was scared to death half the time.

I don't believe that.

Look at the brave, wonderful things you FBI people do in your job.

Maybe we could chat some other time, huh?

As you very properly pointed out today, a woman's life may depend on what we do.

I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave?

Maybe that would be best, yes.

Oh, all right.

I only thought if DC happened to wake up and find a strange man in the bedroom...

I just don't know how he's gonna take it.

Uh, you've got a point there.

- Graham, are you settled in? - Opposite the west end of the alley.

If the informant goes west, you've got him.

If he goes the other way, stand by. I'll give you a new position.

- Who's the square red one? - The informant.

- The informant? - Yeah.

Oh, DC. Oh.

Say, are you sure he always goes out at 9:00?

Oh, yes.

Unless, of course, it's one of his contrary nights.

All agents now stand by.

- For goodness sake, act casual. - What?

Don't let him suspect anything's going on.

Oh, oh.

Nice kitty cat.

Good old kitty cat.

You can save the hypocrisy.

- He knows you don't like him. - Oh.

You're all tensed up. He's getting the idea something's wrong.

Can't you act casual?

Well, certainly nice weather we're having, isn't it?

And there's a bit of a wind coming up from the east.

That's terrible. Can't you do any better?

- Well... - And be careful what you say.

He can't understand what I'm saying, can he?

Not everything, of course. He's just a cat.

But mostly everything.

I told you before, let my stuff alone.

And come on in the house, snoopy.

- I thought he's supposed to go out. - Shh.

Spires, he's on his way.

I have the informant in sight.

He's turning west on the alley, toward Whittier Drive.

Graham, he's coming your way. Can you pick him up?

I've got him.

He's in the backyard of the next-to-last house on Maple.

I'm going to investigate.

Spires and Cahill, the informant is moving north.

Stand by for new positions.

He's looking up at the side windows of the house.

- Who lives here? - The Hendersons.

- They moved in last winter. - Forget it. He's moving to the street.

Kelly, next-to-last house on Maple, informant coming through.

I make him, Control. He's on Maple Street,

bearing toward the business area.

All right, Kelly, leave the car and follow on foot.

Spires, move to the junction of Whittier and College.

The informant is approaching the junction of Whittier and State.

Okay, Graham, move to Seventh and State.

Junction Seventh and State.

The informant has now turned west onto State Street.

Cahill, move to Eighth Street, about a half block south of Main.

The informant is moving down the alley leading from State Street to Main.

The informant is stopped on Main Street in front of a delicatessen.

That's Mr. Bartel's delicatessen.

DC always hangs around there and it drives Mr. Bartel out of his mind.

Get out of here.

Informant's moving, crossing to the south side of the street.

Stay put for a minute, Kelly. Graham, move to Seventh and Main.

Cahill, had a visual on the informant yet?

Have him, Control. He's approaching my position.

Informant passed my position, proceeding toward the middle of the block.

Informant has gone into the side yard of an apartment building.

Stick with him.

- Does DC know anybody on Eighth? - Who knows?

He's still in the yard. He's interested in something on the second floor.

Let's start pulling in our perimeter.

Kelly, move down Eighth to the building. Cahill, stay with the informant.

Graham, cut through the backyards and come behind the apartment.

- DC won't be hurt? - I have to ask you to be quiet.

Spires, start your car and move towards the location with your lights off.

Back away from that window.

Why don't you let her stick her head out the window and yell for help, meathead!

What'd I do?

Hold everything. Informant's on the move again.

He's proceeding north on Eighth Street the way he came in.

Oh, no.

Cahill, stay with the informant. Others return to positions.

I thought we had something there.