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The important thing is,
Sally, you're all right.

Well, of course I'm all right.

But my purse, Mac...

I'll have Enright put the...

purse-snatching
detail on it right away.

Is that all you do, just put the
purse snatching detail on it?

Well, that's our normal
procedure, but, uh...

If you want
special attention,

Oh, no.

No.

I just want to
be as satisfied

as any other woman
that you have to handle.

I'll see that you're
not neglected.

Okay.

Thanks, Mac.

Bye-bye.

Well, I don't know what
I expected Mac to do,

but he certainly
did do it, didn't he?

Well, he is the police
commissioner, you know.

I know, but I didn't expect
it to get here before I did.

Wasn't that sweet of him
to surprise me like this?

You're surprised.

The front doorbell rings,
I answer the door,

and there's nothing
there, just this purse.

Couldn't the policeman have
waited until I'd gotten there?

I mean, I would have given him
a cup of coffee or something.

Hey, you don't suppose the word
is out on my coffee, do you?

Mildred, I don't think
anything is missing.

Oh, what's that?

Oh, it's a candy heart.

You're always
nibbling, aren't you?

I didn't put that there.

Mac must have put it there.

I love you.

I love you too, Mac.

I didn't put this in
your purse, Sally.

Who else would?

I didn't even know the

purse snatcher in
detail had found it.

No, sir, we didn't find it.

Frankly, we didn't
even have a lead.

But we did put out a description
of the purse snatcher.

Okay, Enright, thanks.

Well, how did my
purse get here?

Are you sure
nothing's missing?

Just something added.

I love you.

I love you too.

Oh, thanks.

Hi there.

Mac, maybe when the
purse snatcher saw my ID,

he realized you'd be
involved in the case,

and so he brought
my purse back.

No.

Maybe it was just somebody
that was very honest

but didn't want
to get involved.

Why would anybody honest
will snatch a purse?

Very good point.

Mac, do you know, the whole
time that I was out today,

I had the strangest feeling that
someone was watching me.

As if he was following
me. It was very weird.

He?

I don't know why I said he.

I looked back a
couple of times,

and I never saw anybody
that looked suspicious.

Was this before your
purse was grabbed?

Mm-hmm.

But the thief came
from in front of me.

Then anybody watching you
would have been behind you.

Mm-hmm.

You would have
seen the whole thing.

He.

He.

Oh.

Did I hear right?

Hello.

We found a man who
fits the description

Mrs. McMillan gave us
of the purse snatcher.

Blonde hair.

Scar on his chin.

All right, put him in a
line-up and Sally can...

Oh, I see.

Well, we have
no other choice.

All right.

That's him.

They found him in
a vacant lot, sir.

He'd been strangled.

Commissioner,

I ran an ID on the dead man.

His name is Willie Blaine.

Five purse snatching wraps,

four convictions.

Now, there's nothing unusual

about him grabbing
somebody's purse.

Everybody who ever murdered
him and returned the purse

with a candy message
of love is unusual.

A little unbalanced,
wouldn't you say, sir?

But Dr. Voigt can help us
find a behavior pattern.

What we're looking
for is a troubled mind.

And I think we
have to consider

the probability it's somebody
Sally already knows.

Perhaps encounters almost
every time she goes out.

Then I probably
know him, too.

He didn't return the purse
openly because he...

murdered the
man who stole it.

Right. Otherwise, he'd have
wanted the credit for finding it.

The recognition.

Well, you know, Sally had the
feeling she was being followed,

so he must have been right behind
when the purse was grabbed.

Yeah, saw the whole thing.

But why?

Oh,

thanks for these.

Well,

possibly somebody with his
own little fantasy about Sally.

And probably all
quite innocent,

until he saw the purse
snatcher give her a shove.

But then he acted
in rage because...

He doesn't want
anybody to hurt her.

So he killed the man
he thought hurt her?

Which means the fantasy
is becoming a reality.

And I think the sooner
you locate him, the better.

Mac, if the person
that was following me

was someone that I recognized,
I would have recognized him.

And that if you didn't
spot him, you wouldn't.

Do you really think that
it's someone that I know?

We have to consider it.

Well, I felt so
foolish yesterday,

being filmed with
all those nice men.

They didn't know they
were being photographed.

No, but I did.

None of them has ever done
anything out of the way.

Not even so much as a glance.

Not to your face, no.

That's why we have to see
what they do behind your back.

That's Joe Marley.

I have been going to
that station for years,

and I never knew that Joe
went every time that I left.

He obviously appreciates
your business.

Mac.

Sam, the Lobster Man.

Yeah.

Never could sell a lobster
without first bidding it fond adieu.

That would appear to be a
somewhat emotional response.

Maybe so, but

he couldn't kill anyone.

Our favorite waiter.

Ingo only likes me
because you over tip.

Casey, isn't he the man you forced to
resign from the police department?

That's right.

I didn't know he was working
as a bank guard these days.

He told me he also moonlights
as a night watchman.

I thought he was going to try
and be a private detective.

Didn't he open up an
office on Geary Street?

Yeah, it didn't work out.

Casey's just a good friend.

Yeah.

I remember him
once telling me that

a man could look a lifetime
to find a girl like you.

Dear old Henry.

Do you know that I've
known Henry since...

I've known Henry since
before I knew you.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Any of those faces
look familiar?

The faces, no.

The looks, yes.

It could be any of them, sir.

Marion, what are the chances
it could be a stranger?

Well, it's highly
unlikely a stranger's

gonna murder someone
for Sally's purpose.

I'm afraid it's probably
someone we've seen.

Mac, it just can't be
one of those men.

It can't.

Can it?

Did you see anyone else that day
that you know, perhaps spoke with?

No.

Mac?

We'll find out who it is.

You and Mac are two
of my dearest friends,

and nothing's going to
happen to you if I can help it.

And I know I can.

I've been told that Marion often
works overtime for your office

at the expense of some
of her wealthier clients.

No, we pay her by the hour,
just like any other client.

Pretty steep fee, too.

You know, I never realized that Marion
considered us such close friends,

especially since she's only been
over to dinner just a few days.

Oh, and then we did take her to
the football game that one time.

Of course, you've known
her longer than I have.

I never took her out, Sally.

Oh, she's the one.

- The one what?
- The one you never took out.

Okay, process of
elimination. Are you ready?

I'm ready.

The lobster man.

- Sam Hill.
- Yeah.

Sam, Sam, the lobster man.

All right, on the day it happened,

he was at his lobster bin

on Fisherman's
Wharf until after dark,

so that eliminates him.

Joe Marley.

The fellow at the
service station.

It's very interesting. Right
after Mrs. McMillan drove off,

he told his boss that
he had a toothache,

and then he left.

Now, I've checked
with his dentist.

He didn't go to him that day.

- Any idea where he went?
- Yep.

Later on, he was seen
at a bar known as

Kim's Corner, where he
ordered a double bourbon

with a beer chaser.

You mean, after the
purse snatching?

Yes, sir.
About an hour after.

Enough time to kill a man and
deliver Sally's purse to our house.

What about Casey?

The bank closed at 3 after
that Casey was footloose.

We don't know where he went.

- Henry.
- Who?

The magazine man.

Oh, well, he was supposedly
at his newsstand

from morning till night,

but periodically
he takes a break,

closes up.

Now, that break can last anywhere
from five minutes to an hour.

Another possibility.

Now, our last suspect,
Ingo, the waiter.

Now, the only time he had off was
the break between lunch and dinner.

He lives alone at
the Manchester,

but he didn't go
back there that day,

which he usually does.

We're not getting
anywhere, Sergeant.

- Have you noticed?
- Yes.

But it takes time, sir.

Well, we haven't got time.

Four out of five of these
could be our man,

and our man is apparently a
maniac in love with my wife.

Good night, Sally.

Good night, Mac.

- Mac?
- Huh?

Are you asleep yet?

Not quite.

You know that man who
thinks he's in love with me?

You think he's crazy?

Well, I...

Well, not because he's
in love with you. I mean,

if that were the test for
insanity, I'd already be locked up.

You're pretty nice,
you know that?

Good night.

Mm-hmm.

Commissioner?

Commissioner.

Commissioner.

Commissioner,
are you all right?

Of course I'm not all right.

I just fell down the stairs.

Mrs. McMillan, there was
somebody in this house.

Good thinking, Mildred.

Did you get a
look at him, Mac?

No.

Are you sure
you're all right?

I never said I was all right.

I said I fell
down the stairs.

Oh.

Well, in that case,
are you all right?

Terrific.

Mac,

look at this.

Flowers,

in front of my picture.

It must be out of Candy Hearts.

You're going to get more than
a 24-hour guard in your house.

I want every available man in
the department on this case.

You know, you see, I'm more
upset about this than Mac is.

The murder of a petty
criminal is one thing.

Breaking into the house
of a police commissioner

is another ballgame.

The next thing you know, it could
be the mayor or an alderman.

- Or the DA.
- Right.

Well, obviously, whoever
it is, he's out after big fish,

and I want him nailed.

You mix a nice
metaphor, Chapman.

Do I have a trait
you don't admire?

You know he's wrong about
the motive for the break-in,

don't you?

Dead wrong.

Hello. Hi.

- Sally.
- Mac.

Why did you
scream last night?

Who is this?

I wouldn't hurt you.

Don't you know that?

Who are you?

I want to meet you, Sally.

All right, where would
you like to meet?

You mustn't bring
anyone with you.

You must come alone.

Of course. Just tell me
where, and I'll be there.

Soho Bar and Grill, at noon.

Mac, you can't get him
that way, and you know it.

And you're not going to meet him,
and I told you that when you called.

- Mac.
- It's out of the question.

You want to find
him, don't you?

And I plan to.

How?

By being at the
Soho Bar and Grill.

- Hello, Commissioner.
- Commissioner.

Mrs. McMillan, this is
policewoman Ella McKay.

How do you do?

We, uh,

we had to borrow
one of your dresses.

Well, did you have to
borrow my favorite one?

Oh, I'll be as careful with
it as I can, Mrs. McMillan.

No.

Mac, it's just not going to work
with anyone else but me.

Come here, Ella.

Now, look.

What do you think, Enright?

I'm afraid Mrs. McMillan
is right, sir.

Why?

They're almost the same
height, they look alike,

and it's dark in there.

I think we have a chance.

Will somebody say something?

Mac.

I don't ask to get
involved in your cases,

but I'm involved in this one
whether we like it or not.

All right, Sally.

This is the way it has to be.

You like that?

Orange juice.

Looking for
somebody, little lady?

Yes, I am.

You just found
him, sweetheart.

Well, actually, I'm supposed
to be meeting someone here.

That's right, baby doll. Me.

Jack Tibble, Wholesale
Meats, Des Moines.

Meats with your approval.

Clever, huh? Clever, huh?

Hey, if you think that's
good, let me tell you a story.

I'll tell you the story
about the pope,

and he's going down the street,
and the little old lady is on the side.

Hey, watch where
you're going, will you?

Mister, we don't
want no trouble.

Hey, you can't do this to me.

I've got friends
in Des Moines.

Come on.

I'm a United States citizen.

I saw how rude that
man was to you.

If they hadn't
thrown him out,

I would have done
something myself.

Care to join me at my table?

Oh, uh.

It's very lonely out.

Have you noticed?

Even in the daylight.

Join me, please.

All right.

Afternoon, Soho.

Mrs. McMillan?

I'll see if I can find a
Mrs. McMillan. Hold on, sir.

I believe it's him.

Hello, sir, are you there?

If is your friend, perhaps
you'd like to join us.

I was told Mrs. McMillan was
in the ladies' lounge. She'll be.

Oh, here she comes now, sir.

She'll be right with
you. One moment.

Why is he calling?

He's probably checking
to make sure you're here.

Enright's tracing the call.

Can't you hurry the trace?

Just one moment, sir.

She's on her way.

Well, I have to
talk to him, Mac.

He's not going
to stall forever.

No.

Mac, he's not going to wait
there. I have to talk to him.

OK.

I've got it.

He's in a phone booth at the
station where Joe Marley works.

Install him as
long as you can.

Johnson, take
Mrs. McMillan home.

What was the name, sir?

He's still at lunch.

Should have been back by now.

Where does he eat?

Could be anywhere.

Commissioner.

Hello?

I want to speak
to Sally McMillan.

Suppose you speak to me.

I'm her husband.

She's there with
you, isn't she?

I know she's there.

What is it you want?

She tried to trick me.

She betrayed me.

And I loved her.

Was it him?

Yeah.

Asking for Sally.

Joe Marley would
know this number.

Well, what's going
on, Commissioner?

Somebody try to hold us up?

Where have you been
for the past hour, Joe?

Lunch. Why?

Where did you eat?

In my car.

Here, take a look.

I still got a half a
pastrami sandwich left.

Anybody want it?

Well, you can see
I'm not a litterbug

or I'd have thrown
it away already.

Oh, for crying out
loud, Commissioner,

at least tell me
what you think I did.

Commissioner.

There's a call for you.

Mac, he called again.
The same man.

Just a minute ago.

Says he's gonna kill me.

Hi.

Hi, how are you feeling?

Fine.

Are you okay?

I've been
worried about you.

I'm fine.

I mean, how often does
a girl get two guys

to make a pass at
her in one day?

I loved it.

Uh-huh.

Really, I was very flattered.

Besides, Mildred told
me it's been years

since she's had two guys make
a pass at her in five minutes.

Oh, so?

Really, she asked me for the
address of the Soho Bar and Grill,

so she could hang
around there, I think.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm fine.

Why wouldn't I be?

Policemen at the front door,

all the locks are changed.

Then give me a kiss.

That's the only way I'll know
you're telling me the truth.

Are you trembling?

Why not? You're still
the best kisser in town.

All right.

Suppose we concentrate
on the phone calls.

Well, he disguises his
voice. I'm sure of that.

There was something familiar
about it, though, wasn't there?

Do you realize what
you're saying?

Mm-hmm.

I know him, too.

But who?

Someone we both know.

Who appears to be normal.

But who's really very
weird. Who does it fit?

All of them.

Well, I'm just going to sit right down
here and think about all of them.

One by one.

Then you'll go
out of your mind.

I think I already have.

You know we're not
getting anywhere.

Well, if I weren't so afraid of having
a bad dream, I'd say, let's go to bed.

No, we're getting somewhere.

By trying to entice him into
a trap, she rejected him.

I'm not surprised he
threatened to kill her.

I never should have
allowed Sally to go there.

Don't blame yourself.

I knew better, too,
Mary, and I'm worried.

We're not moving fast enough.

Well, I've been going over these
suspects in Sergeant Enright's report.

Your waiter is a very
interesting study.

It's got a bright, cheerful exterior, but
it conceals a deep inner brooding.

And Joe Marley's got the kind
of ego that make him think he's

a lady killer.

On the outside, Henry
is a male Pollyanna.

To him, the world
is a beautiful place.

But is it?

I went by the bank and
spoke with his boss.

He says Casey's
doing just fine.

Seems to be adjusting
to his new life.

But you and I both know
if he didn't suffer from

hypertension and blackouts,

he'd still be on
the police payroll.

And we still don't
know who it is.

Is that what you're saying?

I'm afraid so.

All you can do is just keep a
closer watch on Sally as possible.

He threatened to kill her, and you
can be sure he's gonna try to do it.

Now,

is there any other cheerful
news you'd like to hear?

- Who was it?
- Somebody, sir. Could be him.

Did you get a look at him?

No, sir. When he saw
it was a police car,

he turned on the
panic button.

Suppose we turn on ours.

This is Commissioner
McMillan.

Police unit Y33, and pursuit
of green Ford sedan,

license number
Tom, Tom, Nora, 440.

Headed for intersection
of Sutter and Maybel.

Lost him.

Let's keep looking.

Did you see the writing
on the windshield?

What writing?

$695.

Clean as a whistle.

This is McMillan again.
Give me Sergeant Enright.

It was right here
on the lot, sir.

Of course I didn't
know it was missing.

Do you know how many
cars I got on this lot?

But it was missing.
The engine's still hot.

Do you leave ignition
keys in all these cars?

Why not? We're
open all night.

Besides, where would I hang
that many keys anyway?

Get mixed up, I'd have a
locksmith in you wouldn't believe.

- Anything, Jimmy?
- No prints inside, sir.

Just like it says on the
windshield. Clean as a whistle.

You won't find any on the outside
either. The lot boy just wiped it down.

- Check it anyway.
- Yes, sir.

We were on a tight
ship at O'Hara.

The man who stole it
obviously wore gloves.

Because he knew
it would be traced.

You sure nobody saw him
take it or bring it back?

Do you know how many
cars I got on this lot?

No.

How many cars do you think
he has, Commissioner?

Come on.

It couldn't be Casey, Mac.

He's such a sweet person.

That's what he says
about you, you know.

Oh, Mac, really?

Sally, I have to explore
every possible direction.

We worked that stakeout
at the SoHo very carefully.

Only someone with experience
would be able to figure it out,

like a former cop.

You're zeroing in on Casey.

I'm zeroing in on everybody.

We have to figure it
out, no matter who it is.

I agree.

But making a phone call to a
booth at Joe Marley's station?

How would Casey
know about that?

Well, if he's following you
around, he knows everything.

And being the smart
cop that he is.

He might have thrown
in Joe as a red herring.

Those little

chats you've been having with
Casey in front of the bank,

what were they about?

Oh, nothing really.

Time of day.

Well, it doesn't take

11 minutes and 14 seconds

to discuss a time of day.

You clocked us.

I did.

What did you
talk about, Sally?

I don't know.

Casey used to like to
talk about his wife.

He still grieves for her.

He goes to visit the
cemetery all the time.

Puts little flowers
on her grave.

He grows those
flowers himself.

He has a hothouse behind
the place where he lives.

You just said it.

- I did?
- Mm-hmm,

The violets.

Casey knew they were
my favorite flowers?

No, no, no, I know
they're your favorites.

The way I went to the florist to
buy you some, they were out.

So you brought
me those roses.

They were nice.

Violets are seasonal,

unless you have some
way of controlling it.

Hothouse?

Oh, Mac.

I think I'll have a little
chat with Casey.

Why do we always have to
get our best clues at bedtime?

He works here, sir, moonlighting
as a night watchman.

Then he works all
day at the bank.

I don't know how he does it.

Can't be helping his
hypertension any.

Casey?

Casey?

Casey?

You have Casey's
home address?

- Yes, sir.
- Let's go.

Freeze, Casey.

Give me the gun.

Get the light switch
on, Enright.

What, Commissioner?

What are you two
guys doing here?

Find out why you
tried to kill us.

Me, try to kill you?

That's right, where you work.

10 minutes ago.

Fellas, I've been here for
an hour, maybe more.

Why weren't you at work?

Oh, look, Commissioner,

I work all day at the bank
and all night at the garage.

What's a man going to do?

Sometimes I slip over here, tend
my flowers, get a little sleep.

Well, the guy who comes out in
the morning punches out for me.

Nobody's the wiser.

That is, up until
now, anyway.

I'll check with that guy
today, Commissioner.

Good, do that. I want
you to. He'll tell you.

What about now, Casey?
Why the gun now?

Well, you see, I thought
it was this vandal again.

You know, some bum has broken
into here three different times.

Hey, look, see where
the guy busted my lock.

Well, tonight I figured I'd leave
the lights out in the house,

so he thought maybe I could
trap this guy back here.

You know, it's a funny thing.

All this guy ever
steals is my violets.

Yeah, about a handful.

Hey, take a look.

Yeah, see what I mean?

I love you.

Casey, I'm going to have to
take you in for questioning.

But why?

What's that thing
you just found?

This one says, oh, you kid.

Now, look, Commissioner,

now why would you think I'd try
to kill you over at that garage

when it wasn't
even over there?

The questions I'm
going to ask you

are about the murder of a purse
snatcher named Willie Blaine.

Oh, this is a frame.

You know it's a frame.

You've always been
against me, Mac.

Yeah, you could have kept me
on the force, but you wouldn't.

And you know your wife likes
me, too, maybe too much.

And now you're out there fixing
my wagon for good, aren't you?

You're talking
like a murderer.

Yeah, it's been quite a vendetta
you've been having all these years.

Sure, now I know
who broke in here.

Even scattered
evidence around.

I didn't even know
anything about it.

You don't really believe it.

Yes, I can believe
it, and I do.

Listen, Mac, nobody's going
to put no hustle over on me.

Nobody.
Not even you.

- That's enough.
- Take your hands off me.

I'll put out an APB on him.

Hey, Gin.

Uh,

wait a minute.

That five doesn't fit there.

You don't have a gin.

Just deal. Here,
your deal this time.

Say, you sure you aren't
a little edgy tonight?

No. No.

A thousand times no.

Oh, well, you know what Hemingway
said about people who protest too much.

Hemingway?

I know what Shakespeare said.

What did Hemingway say?

Uh, pretty much
the same thing.

You know how
those fellas are.

They all think alike.

Anyway.

I wouldn't want to take
advantage of you.

I mean, uh, seeing that
you owe me $3.12 already.

You're the one that's edgy.

No, not me.

Nobody's threatened my life.

Wish me I could get home.

Yeah, right.

It's getting kind of late.

Well, if you'd like
to go on to bed.

Oh, who's tired?

I mean, we've only played, uh,

six, seven, eight,

fourteen games so far.

Why do you keep
looking at the front door?

You know the lock
was changed.

Do I keep looking
at the front door?

Yes, you do, and there is also
a policeman guarding the door.

Yeah, well.

I know there's a policeman
guarding the door

and that's why
I'm not nervous.

I think that's enough, Mildred.

Oh, yeah, right.

Oh, what's that?

I think it's the wind.

It hasn't been a windy night.

It's probably getting
ready to rain.

Well, somebody's
getting ready to break in.

For heaven's sake! Would you
get a grip on yourself, Mildred?

It's you I'm worried about.

No, it's me I'm
worried about.

Mildred, there is nobody
trying to break in.

Well, somebody's
making a lot of noise

not trying to break in.

It's the wind.
Can't you see it?

Hey, windy nights!

Let's just go to
bed, Mildred.

We have no idea when or
if Mac is going to be home.

Oh, yeah, you're going to leave
me here just like that, right?

Listen, wouldn't you like
to take another crack

at getting your $3.12 back?

I'd be an easy mark
now, I promise.

Well, good night, Mildred,

and thanks for
staying up with me

so I wouldn't be nervous.

You're right.

Mildred!

- Mildred.
- What's wrong?

There is a man out there now.

You go to the front
door and you open it

and let that
policeman in, OK?

I'm not going to open
that door for anybody.

I'm not going to open it.

Well, neither am I.

We'll go together.

What's the matter
with you two?

Mac, there is somebody
out by my window.

I just saw him.

Yes, sir. Someone
was here, all right.

- Get a print on it right away.
- Yes, sir.

What I don't understand is
how you could let Casey

get away from you
in the first place.

A man you know
tried to kill you.

In the first place, I
didn't let him get away.

He escaped.

And in the second place,

I don't know. It was Casey who tried to
run us down in the garage.

Who else would it have been?

Or is that particular garage
a hangout for psychos?

I'm afraid I agree with him, Mac.

Are you sure you
don't blame yourself

for forcing Casey's
retirement?

A man with hypertension
shouldn't be on the force.

He could kill
without meaning to.

He could also
kill meaning to.

And right now, he's out
there prowling the streets

with a hot house full of
evidence against him.

He's much too good a cop to
sprinkle clues around like that.

He left those clues
because he's off his rocker.

Now ask Marion.

Anybody in a state like that
could leave dozens of clues

without giving it a
second thought.

All right, put out
an APB on him.

There can't be too many places
a man like Casey could run.

Well, I hope for your wife's
sake that's true. I'll see you.

And besides,

I don't think Casey's
the answer.

Why? What do you mean?

The footprint outside
our window last night.

It was a size 8.

Casey's a size 10.

Who's an 8?

Okay, okay, I didn't
show up for work.

- What's it to you?
- You didn't even call in.

No, I haven't even
been out of bed yet.

Why? Where were
you last night?

I was out.

The commissioner asked
where you were last night, Joe.

I was ball hopping.
I got a little loaded.

Where?

I started at Kim's
Corner, and after that I...

Oh, I don't remember.

The reason I didn't
show up for work,

I'm shaking so much
I can hardly stand.

Were you at my
house last night?

Why would I go there?

That's what we're
here to find out.

I told you, I don't
remember where I was.

Think, Joe.

All right.

Well, I got a headache
yesterday afternoon.

I felt lousy after that
hullabaloo at the station.

After four or five
drinks, I began

to get sore about it. I mean,

why me? Why do
you pick on me?

And then I got steamed.

And then what?

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

Well, I don't know. I'm
not sure about the rest.

Well, tell us anyway.

Well, it's pink
elephant time.

And I get that way
sometimes on my drink.

Yeah, I...

I thought I saw your
wife walk into the place,

and by the time I realized
that it wasn't her...

Well, I made a fool of myself, and
they kicked me out of the place.

Then what did you do?

I walked. I mean, that's all
I remember, is I walked.

Why did you end
up at my house?

I don't know
where I ended up.

Except that I ended up
here, finally, in my own bed.

I mean...

So what if I did go to your
house? Is that a crime?

What'd I do, break a window
or set fire to the house?

What are you gonna charge
me with, drunk walking?

Book him.

Book me?

What's the charge, sir?

Drunk walking.

Commissioner,

Joe Marley insists

he didn't know this was
your front door key.

You mean somebody
slipped it in his pocket?

- Mm-hmm.
- You believe that?

No, sir, I don't.

And the cast from the
footprint fits his shoe exactly.

I think he's our man, sir.

I certainly hope so.

I know what you and Mrs. McMillan
have been going through.

Yes.

Your wife's on the line, sir.

Hiya.

Mac, Casey just called.

He asked me not
to tell you, but he's

going to try and
clear himself.

He says he's going to look for
the man that killed Willie Blaine.

I'm glad you didn't tell me.

The other reason
that I called is

that I'm beginning to feel
like the prisoner of Zenda.

Just as long as you don't
begin to look like him.

Thanks a lot.

Got any time to help me
break over the wall?

This way, please.

What a pleasure to see you
again so soon, madam.

And you too, commissioner.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, thank you. Ingo.

Yes, sir.

- Would you like a drink?
- No.

I'll be back instantly.

I don't think I'll
have a drink either.

Sure is great to be
out of the house.

Even with the forces of
law watching over us.

Not bad looking for
a policewoman.

Harriet.

Not bad.

Great legs.

Oh, uh,

oh, you were saying?

I was saying that it's a little
suspicious that you brought

me back here to
lunch so you could

get another look at Ingo,
our waiter, the suspect.

Whatever happened to
Joe Marley, the suspect

that you have in custody?

Same as with Casey, too easy.

Plenty of incriminating
evidence.

All of it could have
been planted on him.

But Joe was outside our
house, wasn't he, Mac?

Drunk.

Bugged because police were swarming
all over his gas station that afternoon.

Two suspects, both with
incriminating evidence.

But only one maniac.

Well, one and one just
doesn't add up to one,

- does it?
- No, it doesn't.

We're overlooking someone.

Ah, so intent upon
one another.

They are oblivious
to all around them.

What a lovely way
to go through life.

I can recommend

one,

three, and four.

How's two?

Superb.

I'll have a BL&T on rye.

And madame?

I'll have number five.

My favorite!

Marley was questioned
by a team of detectives

with his lawyer sitting
right beside him,

We finally had to let him go.

Who furnished the lawyer?

I don't know. He
had his one call,

and I suppose he called the
man who owned the gas station.

You know what I don't understand?
He was boiling mad when he hung up.

But that lawyer was
there an hour later.

I still consider
Marley a suspect.

I still consider
everyone a suspect,

which is why I'm
starting all over again,

right from the beginning.

It's Henry.

[INAUDIBLE]

- Why, Henry.
- Oh, hello, Commissioner.

I do believe you're a bookie.

Now, you can't prove that, Commissioner.
You'll never be able to prove it.

Relax, that's not what we're
here to talk to you about.

Henry, do you know this man?

I'm not sure.

His name's Willie Blaine.

Well, he may have bought
a newspaper from me,

but I meet so many people
every day, it's hard to say.

Henry, let me ask
you a question.

Yeah, sure.

How long have you been
acquainted with my wife?

Oh, for a long time.

Why, she was just out of high
school when she first came by,

sometimes with her
father in those days.

She's a wonderful
woman, Commissioner,

always so pleasant,
so friendly.

I never have to tell her
to have a happy day.

She always does.

Nobody can deny her that,

and never will.

And as for you being
married to her,

that must be the
dream of a lifetime.

Oh, it is, yes.

Thank you, Henry.

All right. Have a happy day.

What do you think,
Commissioner?

What do you think, Mac?

I think it's very
strange behavior.

I think it's very flattering.

Very strange.

I remember the days when it
used to be nice to get whistled at.

Of course, I always pretended
to be very insulted, but still,

it was very nice.

Hold it right there!

Sally, call an ambulance.

Oh, Mac, I've been so
worried. How is he?

Holding his own.

Was he able to tell
you who shot him?

No.

Still unconscious.

Poor Casey. Why did he have to
go and try and solve it himself?

I don't know.

But apparently
he did solve it.

Well, if he can solve
it, why can't I?

Well, my father would
say, look into his past.

Who does he know and
see that you don't see?

Or who do I know and see
that I don't really see?

Who do you suppose...

What is it, Mac? You're
on to something.

It's what Henry said.

He said there's never a need
to wish you a happy day,

because you always
have one anyway,

and nobody can deny
you that and never will.

You're thinking that the day

my purse was snatched, someone
did try to deny me a happy day.

But never will again
because he's dead now.

Oh, Mac, you cannot
go by what Henry says.

He's always talked
very flowery.

No, there's more. What are
those things he wears?

- Finger gloves.
- Yeah, finger gloves.

Well, everybody that deals in
newspaper and magazines use those.

I mean, it's very
common, Mac.

And convenient.

Especially if you decide to
steal a car from a used car lot.

No fingerprints.

Commissioner,

this is a surprise.

As if, Henry.

I should think you'd
be expecting me.

I don't know what
you're talking about,

but you should
have called first.

I'm so ashamed to have you
see the place looking this way.

I... I don't like living
like this, you know?

That's... that's... that's
why I'm a bookie.

Saving up for a
house like this?

My wife once said in
a magazine interview

that she always wanted a house
on a cliff, overlooking the sea.

You remembered that
interview, didn't you?

That's why this
is hanging here.

You never got her
a house like that.

You're the one that's been
following her, aren't you?

Listen, I won't follow her
anymore now, Commissioner.

And you murdered
Willie Blaine, didn't you?

He... he hurt
her. He hurt her.

Why would you
want to hurt her?

Because she lied to
me. She betrayed me.

I told her to go alone
to the Soho, but

you went with her. I
saw you and the others.

So you went to the gas
station and telephoned.

I was very mad at her.

You threatened to kill her.

But then I thought it over,

and I decided
that it wasn't her.

It was you.

You who overheard her
make that date with me,

and that you
wanted to hurt her

by not letting her see me.

So you tried to kill
me in the garage.

Yes.

I wanted to kill you then.

But not now.

Not anymore.

Why not?

She said it was wrong.

Who?

The lady.

She said I should
leave you alone.

That it was Sally
who rejected me.

Sally loved me very much.

And that all I had to do was

to let her know how
much I loved her.

So when I saw that man,

grab her purse

and he gave her a shove,

I couldn't stand it.

I got sore.

So I figured I'd show her
just how much I love her.

The lady who
said it was wrong.

She's your
psychiatrist, isn't she?

Yes.

Hi, Marion. How are you?

Do you always answer
the door yourself?

No. I sent Mildred
to the movies.

Come on in.

I mean, how long can you
listen to a lady tell you,

don't be nervous, don't be nervous, just
because someone's trying to kill you?

Well, I'm not so sure she
should have left you alone.

Oh, she didn't want to.

But I pointed out to her that
even if there was any trouble,

she'd be a very little help.

She's kind of a small
lady, you know.

Would you like some
coffee or tea or something?

I'd love some tea.

Okay. Make yourself
comfortable.

Her answering service
usually has a number

where she can be
reached, but not this time.

Well, don't you think
that's strange?

I mean, for a doctor?

And she doesn't
answer her doorbell.

You don't think there's
anything wrong?

Well, I'd just like
to make sure.

Well, normally I don't
do this, of course.

But since you are
the commissioner

and such a good
friend of hers,

she's always
mentioning your name.

I think I can manage
from here, thank you.

Oh, well, if you need me,
I'll be just down the hall.

Marion?

I just heard the verdict.

Congratulations, Mac.

Barry, and I could never have
done it without your help.

Any time,

you know that.

Oh, Mac, wasn't
that a great game?

Yes, I was just saying...

We must be good
luck for the team.

They win every
time we're here.

Happy New Year, Mac.

Oh, hello, Mary, and I didn't know
you were going to be here tonight.

Happy New Year.

You and Sally?

Whoa, Mac, that's wonderful.

She's a lucky girl.

How do you take it?

Lemon and sugar, please.

Isn't that interesting?
Same as Mac.

Yes.

Yes... Yes, that is interesting.

Mary Ann, when did
Mac ask you to stop by?

Do you know, I had
no idea how late it is.

It's almost 20.30.

I saw him about 19.00.

19.00.

- And you're still at the office, right?
- Yes.

Oh, that's my Mac.
Maybe I'll give him a call.

I took the other
phone off the hook.

It disconnects all of them.

Sally?

Not yet.

Not unless you want me
to kill the policeman first.

I'm sorry, Commissioner.

That line has been
temporarily disconnected.

I think you've worked out the perfect
crime, knowing you'll Marry Ann.

Convince one of your
patients to kill me,

and then you have
Mac all to yourself.

But that's not going
to work, Mary Ann.

You know that.

Of course.

I realize

he won't love me as
much as he loves you.

At least not in
the beginning.

But

maybe as time passes.

Put the gun down, Mary Ann.

No, it's too late.

If only you hadn't
gotten here so soon.

You would have blamed Henry.

I know you would have.

You're not gonna solve
anything by killing us.

Oh, I'm not, huh?

Old pal?

Old buddy?

The best friend
a girl ever had?

That is, whenever you needed
a little help on a court case?

Oh, but when you didn't, it
was just goodbye, Mary Ann.

You are staring

at a case history of an
unrequited love, Sally.

Love?

You call it love when you
have a gun pointing at it?

It sounds more
like hate to me.

Hate?

Jealousy?

Frustration?

Loneliness?

Rejection?

That's the stuck-in-trade
of a psychiatrist.

A garbage can where
people dump their misery.

Who should know
better than I?

Mary Ann, we've always tried.

Tried to what?

Be kind to Orphan Annie,

the lady with a brilliant future,

living in the

vacuum of her
own private hell,

with no place
to go but crazy.

You can still be helped.

Oh, yes, I can.

I can, but you
and Sally can't.

When that cop comes
running in from outside,

there won't be any more
help for him either.

There's no cop out in front.

I sent him around the back. He's
coming up behind you right now.

It's true.

I went to your apartment.

I saw your...

your room.

I knew Sally was in
trouble when I came here.

I've seen you bluff in
court, Mac. I'm sorry.

It is not that good.

Don't move, Dr. Voigt.

When Joe thought he saw me walk into
the bar, he really did see a woman.

Marion.

When he was thrown
out, she followed him.

And she managed to slip our
house key into his pocket?

Boy, she's sure into a lot of trouble
to point the finger at everybody else.

Yes.

She even had Henry steal

the violets from
Casey's hot house,

and place a little
candy hearts there.

How's Casey doing?

Oh, he's gonna be great.

He said you could have acres of violets
any time a little candy heart desired.

What about Henry?

Well, Henry will

spend the rest of his life

saying have a happy day

at all the doctors at Napa.

Poor Marion.

She'll probably end up
there, too, I expect.

Unrequited love.

That's so sad.

How about some

requited love?

Requited?

Is there such a word?

But it's much easier to
demonstrate than it is to explain.

Oh, that's one of mine

favorite words.