All language subtitles for McMillan and Wife S01E04 Death is a Seven Point Favorite

4-12, 4-12, officer in
need of assistance.

Proceed to Marina Bay Drive.

4-12, 4-12,

officer in need of assistance.

Proceed to Marina Bay Drive.

All right, come along.

Well, we got him!

Yes, we did.

You're all wet, sir.

Yes, we are.

Sir,

about the football
game Sunday,

there could be trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Well sir, a bookie was killed
in Las Vegas last week

and locally there's been very
heavy betting on the game Sunday.

Now, maybe they tie in,
maybe they don't,

but lots of bookies are coming
into town for the game.

Bookies don't come into town
to watch football, Sergeant.

They have
scouts for that.

They get together only
when they have a problem.

I understand, sir.

The question is,
what's the problem?

Put out some feelers. I'll bet you it
has something to do with football.

All right, all right,
let's go!

Five, six, hut. Hut!

Hut. Hut.

Hello, ladies and gentlemen,

this is Sandy King
with another Hawks-Eye View,

your inside, pre-game look
at your team.

Today, we have
an unusual opportunity

to get some inside facts

as we talk to Lowball
Lewis, the team trainer.

- Hi, Lowball.
- Hi, Sandy.

First of all,
Lowball, tell me

what is the condition
of Vic Whelan's leg?

The doc says his leg
is a lot better,

but not as good
as those.

Oh, come on, Lowball,
we're on tape here.

I'm going to rewind this
thing, we got to start all over.

Oh, any time.

I told you to keep these

series of plays in order.

What are you doing
to me?

Hi!

What are you doing here?

I can't coach the
team with you,

with you standing
around like that.

Hello, Mrs. McMillan.

Hi, Mr. Royce.

- Nice to see you.
- You, too.

You got a cigarette?

- No, I don't smoke.
- Neither do I.

Mrs. McMillan has come
for that autographed football.

Football? I gave it
to that kid, Whizzer,

that kid
that hangs around.

Hey, Whizzer!

Whizzer!

Do they bite?

Only when we lose.

Where is that kid?

Hey! Who's got that special
autographed football?

Look around for it.

How many white footballs
have we got?

Everybody! Let's look
for that white football!

Coach, think
that could be it?

Yeah, that
looks like it.

Well, uh...

Oh, come on, Lowball,
do you mind?

We're trying
to do a show here.

Oh, sorry, but... Wow!

Yeah, right! Wow! Right.

Well, let's start over again.

I see you found it.

Yes. Father Monahan
and the kids

are really
gonna dig this.

Oh, Mr. Royce!
I'll be right back, Sandy.

Oh, you are beautiful,
Lowball, you are beautiful.

Did you get a chance
to think...

The answer is no, Lowball.

I'm the owner and manager
of a football team,

I'm not a benevolent
organization.

But I really need...

As a trainer
you're a great storyteller.

Last time
was your transmission,

before that
your grandmother.

No, there's no story
this time.

And no loan either, Lowball.

Mr. Royce, maybe I...

This will take a minute.

- Can we talk...
- What is this, a Chinese torture?

No is no is no.

You got a cigarette?

Oh, sure, sir,
right here.

Get out of here, you know
I've given up smoking.

- Poor guy.
- I'm the poor guy!

They're always
hitting me for money!

Timber, Lowball,
Vic Whelan, Sandy King.

What am I, a
money fountain?

Well, see you later,
Mr. Royce.

Thanks a lot again.

Uh, I don't know
if you noticed it,

but I'm not
one of the players!

I did, that's why
I tackled you.

I didn't want you to get off the
field without my autograph.

You're Billy Benton.

Oh, you know me?

Who doesn't?

Well, I don't know you.

Sally McMillan.

Married.

Oh, heartbroken!

You'd better sign
right there.

Sure. Who's it for?

It's for Father Monahan's
School for Boys.

Father Joe! Too much.
I was one of his boys.

I was raised in the orphanage.

He's the only family
I ever had.

Hey, why don't I go with you
when you deliver the ball?

To the orphanage?

Sure.

Oh, wow!

The kids would go crazy
meeting you.

I've got to get the rest
of their autographs first.

Good, that will give me time
to practice my passes.

Maybe next time
you'll connect.

Right.

Let's try
Sacramento Street, Brady.

- It might be a little bit faster.
- Right, sir.

How far is Father Monahan's
School for Boys?

About 20 minutes
by car, sir.

Three if you walk.

I'll walk.

Hi, honey.

Hi, darling.

I made the mistake of taking
the car, traffic was as usual.

Oh, you should do something
about that, Commissioner.

I intend to. I'm
gonna sell the car.

- Mac, you know Billy Benton.
- Hi.

He volunteered to
join me this afternoon.

Great.

It's a pleasure. You
have great legs.

- Thank you.
- I mean, hers.

I agree,
especially the left one.

Here.

There. Oh.

Well, I guess
I've had enough to drink.

Sorry, darling.

- How did you two meet?
- Oh, he tackled me.

He tackled you?

I didn't know
that she was married,

and I didn't realize
you were so big.

Be careful now. Oh.

You did that on purpose,
I know it!

Me, no.

Oh, right in the eye.

That's what I like,
one-on-one coverage.

Well, every once in a while
I get caught holding,

but I get to pay the penalty.

If I weren't in training,
I'd drink to that.

Why don't you eat to it?
Join us for dinner tonight.

No bachelor wants
to have dinner

with a quiet, sedate,
old, heavily married couple.

Where?

No matter
how charming you are.

Hey, Commissioner,
that's not true.

I'm aware
of my reputation,

but that only
sells tickets.

If I had my choice,
I'd rather be
with my friends.

There, I told you.
You're gonna have dinner
with us tonight.

Well, thanks,
but I can't.

I have a couple
of dates and I...

Bring her along,
bring both along,
we'd love it, wouldn't we?

Sure, we would.

They're a little different,
you know.

Well, any time you can
join us, please do.

You have the football?

Yes, I got the football.

Isn't it neat?

This would mean
a lot to Father Monahan.

He'll put it
in permanent exhibition
in the trophy case.

I don't think so.

Why? I thought
it was for the kids.

Whoa.

Something is smudged
and then it says

"is trying to kill me."

Enright, I want you
to talk

to the entire team,
one at a time.

Harlan Royce's name
is above the message,
Vic Whelan's is below.

Billy, where are they?

Vic Whelan's over there

and I don't see
Harlan Royce.

Listen, I got to change
and practice,

I'll see you people later.

Right.

Enright, you talk
to Vic Whelan,

I'll talk to Sandy King.

One step slower
and I can keep up with you.

Well, Vic, for a guy

who's not going to be
in there very much this year,

you're sure
taking it with a smile.

Look, I'm a pro.

If Billy helps the team,
that's all that matters.

I'm for the guy.

Since you're not
gonna be playin' much,

won't it be difficult
staying in training,

uh, follow the rules,
keep that curfew,

especially for a bachelor?

Well, anything can happen.
You got to stay in shape.

Right,
well, our time is up.

Thank you, Vic Whelan,

for this talk
and your honest comments.

This is Sandy King,

closing out
another Hawks-Eye View.

Thanks, Sandy.

Sorry it didn't work.

Huh? What do you mean?

You stirring up trouble.

You worried
about losing your job?

Vic...

Mr. King, there's a question
I'd like to ask you...

Vic Whelan is
some terrific actor.

Actor?

Benton takes the ball
from his hands,
the bread from his mouth,

he has nothing
but compliments.
Don't believe it.

You signed this football
for my wife.

Hey, hey,
something's happened!

Come quick, will you?
There's been trouble!

Mac, I think
I'll wait on the field.

Yeah, go ahead.

Commissioner?

His name was Willy White.

We all called him Whizzer.

A real nice kid.

What did he do?

Oh, he just ran errands.
You know, he was a gofer.

Go for this,
go for that.

See what you can
find out about him.

Yes, sir.

Looks like
a kitchen knife.

Probably from in here.

Here! Take this down
to Headquarters.

Check this out.
Yes, sir.

Anything so far?

Uh, more prints
than we can handle.

Who'd have left the field
during practice?

Everyone goes on
and off the field.

Phone calls,
towels, men's room.

There's no way
of counting.

All right, Lowball,
tell me exactly

how you found the body.

Sure, I'll show you,
come on.

See, I was coming down
this, uh, this corridor here

on my way to the rubdown room
and I made the turn here

and I walked on by
without thinking what I saw

and I got clear down to here
and suddenly I thought:

"frozen shoelaces?"

So I went back
and opened the box

and he fell out!

You couldn't have seen
any frozen shoelaces,

the counter is in the way.

Now, why did you open
the refrigerator door?

Well, I was looking
for a soft drink, you see,

and sometimes
they leave them in there.

And they leave mustard
and ketchup and...

I take 'em home.

All right, Lowball,
that's all for now.

How you doin'?

The boy's dead.

There's nothing as desolate
as an empty stadium.

It's like a big carton
with 90,000 empties.

McMillan, why can't I
leave the field?

I've got to get this story
on the air.

You'll have to wait,

we want to talk
with you later.

I'm a suspect?

Everyone's a suspect.

You worked on the city desk
for two years.

You know how we operate.
Stick around.

Thanks a lot, McMillan.

Can I go home
or am I a suspect?

Did you do it?

No.

Okay, then you can go home.

No, I can't, I left my car
at Father Monahan's.

Wait for a few minutes,
we'll drive you over there.

Okay.

I feel like walking.

I think I'll meet you
in the parking lot.

Bye, darling.

I could use a drink,
how about you?

Yeah, I could use one.

But I'm not in training.

What, are you adopting me?

Did you adopt Whizzer?

No, it's just the opposite.

He adopted me.

I guess I did.

What do you know
about him?

Uh, he had a crooked smile,
he needed attention.

Nothing really.

Kids get hung up
on football players, you know.

He got my sandwiches
for me,

got my bottled water,
ran my errands.

I gave him a couple of bucks,
a pat on the back.

What are you looking at?

Bloodstains on your shirt.

Did you ever get hit
by a 300-pound tackle?

Go check.
It's your job, isn't it?

That's right, it's my job.

I'll keep it.

Hey, Billy! I...

It's all right,
he's one of ours, I think.

Oh, I got a lead
on the kid's family.

They're sharecroppers.

I want to pick up the expenses
for the funeral.

Why?

I feel sorry for the kid.

No, because he liked me.

Commissioner?

Mmm-hmm.

Look, Royce left
about a half hour ago,

but we found the kid's bike.

Good. Now, Billy...

Hmm.

Don't leave town.

Exactly.

This is Whizzer's bike.

Boy, it's so new!

And expensive.

Especially on
a couple of bucks a day.

Mmm-hmm.

You know, for a young bike,
it's got an awful lot
of mileage on it.

Wow, it does have a lot
of mileage on it, doesn't it?

What do those
look like to you?

Well, they could be
bookie slips, sir,

but I wouldn't bet on it.

I would. Check the code
of the vice squad

and see if you can find a way
of getting this bike
to the lab.

Oh, but I already have.

He's gonna go to the lab
and end up in the hospital.

If Whizzer was a bagman...

What's a bagman?

A bagman is one
who collects money
from the runners.

What's a runner?

A runner, Sally, is someone
who collects money
from the bettors.

Maybe he was killed
because he knew something
he shouldn't.

Like, how the next game
was going to turn out.

Four days before it's played.

Where'd you
park the car?

Right up there.

I don't think Billy
had anything to do with it.

I think you don't want
to think

Billy had anything
to do with it.

He's a good guy, Mac.
I have it on the best
of authority.

Oh, yeah, who?

Me, and I know a good guy
when I see one.

That's a compliment.

Why a written message
and not a phone call?

Why would they want
to kill a kid?

What could...
What could he know?

I have one more question.

What?

Are you coming home
for dinner tonight?

Depends on the answer
to one question.

I love you.

That's not the question.

It certainly
is the answer.

Okay.

Stuffed peppers.

What?

That's what we're having
for dinner tonight.

Oh, I love them, too.

Be careful.

Hey, Mrs. McMillan.

Is it good to see you!
I forgot my keys...
I left my keys inside the...

Both of us together.

Well, it's a good thing
we keep a spare one
in the potted plant.

That's for sure.
I used it the other day.

Listen, I have good news.
I just saw Al

about placing a bet
on the Hawks.

You know you're not supposed
to bet with a bookie.

Especially not Al.
Mac just got him off.

Yeah, but with Al

we only
have to give 6 points.

Earlier this morning,
it was 15.

That means
the betting odds
have dropped.

Really?
Yeah.

You look for that.

The bet was supposed
to be with Grace,

that way it'd be
a nice friendly $2 wager.

Yeah, but the odds
with Al are better
and $2 is $2.

This one needs water.

I still think the maid
would've been
a better bettor.

Mrs. McMillan,
Mmm-hmm.

...could you have used
the spare key yesterday

and left it inside the house
after you used it?

Yes, I could have.

Did you?
Yes, I did.

What are we going to do?

I think we are
going to go inside.

That's a lovely idea.

I wonder why
the point spread changed.

I'll ask Mac, he'll know.

You're not
going to tell him!

I have to tell him.

If you tell Mr. McMillan
that the odds are changing,

he's gonna figure out
that I'm placing bets.

And betting is illegal.

I'll tell him
without incriminating us.

How?

Uh...

Don't worry. I'll tell him
so that he won't know
about the bet.

Uh-huh.
You want to bet?

Hi, honey.

Concocted for your pleasure.

I hope
it pleases you, milord.

Uh, taste this.

Why?

Because I think
you're trying to poison me.

There's no other explanation
for this preamble
you just delivered.

I have something
to tell you.
What?

I'll only tell you
if you promise

you won't ask how I know
what I'm going to tell you.

Okay, how do you know?
I'll ask you
before you start.

I can't tell you.

I, I don't want to hurt
an innocent party.

Who isn't very innocent.

I'll drink to that.

Arriba. Abajo.
Arriba. Abajo.

Al centro. A dentro.
Al centro. A dentro.

Do you like it?

A lot of sugar.

Oh.

Do we have a deal?

Yes! Yes.

The point spread
on the Hawks game
has gone down.

Drastically,
I might add.

How do you know?

I mean, uh... Uh...

Did it happen in the last
couple of hours?
Yes. What does it mean?

Is that included
in the deal?

What are you doing?

Calling Al. He's a bookmaker.

Oh, how do you know Al,
uh, still makes book?

Well, he doesn't really,

it's every once in a while
people force bets on him.

Oh.

Al, it's Mac.

Tell me, what's the scam
on the Hawk game Sunday?

Where's the money
coming from?

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Okay, Al, thanks.

Where's the money
coming from?

According to the grapevine,

there were two
very suspicious bets.

Oh.

One is for $2,

Oh.

...and the other was
for $75,000.

Oh.

Which one
bothers you the most?

Both.

But the $75,000 bet has
some other people nervous.

You think it's coming
from someone

closely associated
with the team?

I think it has

and I think
that's why the bookies
dropped the spread.

You know, Mac,
I don't see what's wrong

with a player betting
on his own team to win.

Because it's illegal.

And it's worse if he bets
on the other team.

The other team?
How could you bet
on the other team?

Who could control the outcome
of a football game?

The coach, the owner.

Among other people,
the quarterback.

Billy!

Billy.

Commissioner,
Whizzer didn't have
a police record.

But he's gotten
two traffic tickets

in the last couple of weeks,
right here.

He never caused
anybody trouble.

Well, he caused
somebody trouble.

Traffic division says
that he used
to park his bike

somewhere behind these stores
in the alley.

So he worked
for one of these
shop owners, huh?

Question is, which one
of the bookies...

Commissioner,
there's a delicatessen there.
It serves terrific pastrami,

great pickles
and sensational sauerkraut...

Sergeant,
I've had breakfast.

Oh, yeah, so have I.

Commissioner, if there's a fix
on in this game,

it's because somebody wants
or needs money.

If what Mrs. McMillan
heard at the field is true,

there's Harlan Royce,
Timber, Lowball,
Sandy King, Vic Whelan.

Why Vic Whelan?

Well, Billy took over
his old job.

Oh, yeah.

Anyway there's that
great deli over there

with the fantastic pastrami,
the great pickles and the...

Sensational sauerkraut
and a coin and stamp shop,
a pet shop,

and a barber shop,
and a ladies' lingerie.

You ever been in there? Huh?

Ladies' lingerie shop?

Oh, no, no,
the barber shop.

Oh, no, sir.

You take that.

Commissioner,
if I'm going to go in there

and try to get information
without seeming suspicious,

I got to get a haircut.
Uh-huh.

Well, I don't
need a haircut.

Uh, but if I may be so bold,
sir, you could.

I couldn't.
Sally would divorce me.

Why?

She cuts my hair.

But I get my haircuts
from old Vern.

What's old Vern gonna say
when I come in

in a couple of weeks
with a different haircut?

I just can't hurt old Vern.

I can understand that.

Thank you, sir.

I'll see you
after I get my haircut.

////

Your hairdresser's name
is George Harvard.

It is?

My card.

Your name, sir?

Uh, Sergeant...
Bill Sergeant.

What will it be, Bill?
Trim, wave set,

curl emphasis
or complete re-do?

Oh, I... I think
just a trim would be fine.

Uh, you need a re-do.

Well, how long will that take?

It's unimportant,
time will fly.

But with your shaped head
and that large but strong jaw,

just re-shaping the hair,
"freeing it," one might say,

to a fundamental look
will do wonders for you.

Oh.

How much is something
like that?

$40 the first visit.

Well, maybe next week.
Just a trim.

Yes, sir.

Pardon me, Bill.

George Harvard here.

Right. Fine.

I'll put you down
for that.

Uh, uh, just,
just once over, lightly.

I've only taken
a small amount, Bill.

George Harvard.

Right. I'll put you down
for it.

You know,
you're very popular.

Some people
find me indispensable.

I noticed that you do haircuts
for lots of the Hawks.

Hairdress, not haircut.

Yes. Almost to a man.

George Harvard.

Right. You've got it.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Hey, Do you do
Billy Benton's hair?

No, he's the only one
I don't.

But, maybe someday.

You know, with all those
football players
comin' in here,

I bet you know
a lot about football.
Hmm.

The odds, things like that.

I pick up
a little chit-chat.

Hey!

Uh, do you happen to know
a place where I can make
a bet on the Hawks?

Don't you have any friends?

I don't bet with friends.

That's very wise.
Neither do I.

Uh, what are you doin'?
I mean, uh,

you're doin'
more than trimmin'.

Just a little re-shaping.
I couldn't resist.

But you'll love it.

Say goodbye
to the old Bill Sergeant

and hello to you real self.

Well, it's... it's very nice!

Thank you, sir.

Of course, I'm not really
committed to it myself yet.

But he said
if I didn't like it,

I could just comb it out
with a little water.

But he'd really like me
to live with it for a while,

you know what I mean, sir.

I mean, it really
is fundamental, isn't it?

Even though it does take
a little bit of
getting used to.

What did you find out?

Uh, th-th-that sauerkraut
is terrible.

Uh, what about you?

We don't have to look
any further, sir.

It's a bookie joint,
all right.

You know, if my barber,
a guy,

yeah, a guy named
George Harvard

gave haircuts
to all the people
who call him,

he'd be six feet deep
in hair.

I mean, I think
he's burying his bets
in his appointment book.

I copped a look
at the book, sir,

and I found Harlan Royce's
name in it.

So where does
that leave us?

I don't know,
but I know where it takes us.

Yeah, Harlan Royce.

Come in!

Well, I'm glad you're here,
sit down.

I'm plenty upset about this.
Who could have done it?

We don't know yet.

Why didn't anybody
see the message.

Oh, I know,
they were watching your wife,

I was watching your wife.

Terrible. It's te...
Do you have a cigarette?

No, no, no,
don't give it to me.

I always like to smoke
when I'm nervous.

I've had the commissioner
of football

on the phone four times today
already, collect!

My own announcer
is pressuring me

and what I don't understand
is who wanted Whizzer dead?

We think,
Whizzer may have been
a bagman.

A bagman!
Oh, I can't believe...
I ca... I ca... I ca... I...

I need a cigarette.

No. No. No! No. No.

No, as far as I've heard,
he was a nice kid

that use to hang around
with Billy and the team
and did errands.

Excuse sir, do you happen
to know George Harvard?

Well, of course,
I know George Harvard,
he's my barber.

Matter of fact I'm due there
later on this afternoon.

You ought to go to him,
he's marvelous.

As a matter of fact,
you could use a re-do.

I just had one, sir.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

See, that's pretty... Yeah.

Uh, as... as a matter of fact,
that's terrific!

Well, thank you, sir.

Mr. Royce, what do you know
about the syndicate
and its connections

if any, with the Hawks?

There aren't any.

If there were,
I'd have to report them

to the commissioner
of football
and to the police.

I just paid
one million smokers...
Smackers

for Billy Benton.

Do you think
I'd jeopardize that

by not playing football
according to the rules?

Cigarette?

You said
not to give you one, sir.

Right! Give me one.

I don't smoke.

I don't use 'em.

Did you get
the cigarettes, yet?

You told me not to,
no matter what you said.

You're fired.

Where were you yesterday
when Whizzer was murdered?

I was here.

Well, we checked
that out, sir.

You said your were
but you weren't.

I don't mean here,

I mean,
I was with the technicians,

there was some problem
with the scoreboard.

I had a pack
around here someplace.

Do you have any idea

who might have
attacked Whizzer?

Well, I'm not going to
single anybody out,
that's your job.

My job is to run this office

and to try to find
some damn cigarettes.

Yes, sir.

Did the cigarettes
come yet?

You just fired me,
Mr. Royce.

Can you believe that?

You just can't find
any decent help nowadays.

What conclusion
have you reached, sir?

One thing.

He's definitely trying
to quit smoking.

Commissioner.

Commissioner, if I don't come
up with somethin'

on who killed Whizzer first,

I could lose a good job.

Uh, not on the record.

Okay, off the record.

Sergeant,
tell him our theory.

Our theory is that
Whizzer was assaulted

with a deadly weapon
by a person or persons

unknown, to the detriment
of his well-being.

We believe the assailant
to be clever,

ruthless,
and so far, invisible.

Stay down.

I am down.

Sandy, that shot
was meant for you.

Come on, Enright.

Police. Police!

One thing's for sure,
whoever it is
has got to be out of breath.

Did anyone just run in here?

Yeah. We all did,

we just finished
our wind sprints.

Anyone in here have
a permit for a gun?

Or a gun
without a permit?

Lowball's got one.

It's an old gun I use
for a starter's pistol.

Get it.

Sure.

It's not there.

I guess I got my story.
"Hawks announcer is shot at
in parking lot,

the assailant is clever,
ruthless, and invisible."

Hey, wait a minute.

I lent it to somebody.
Who was it?

Billy!
I lend it to you, remember?

What would I want
with a pistol?

Good question. Got an answer?

Sure I have an answer.
I never borrowed it.

Hey, what are you
trying to pull, Lowball?

Get a couple of men down here
and look for that gun.

Commissioner,
can you spare a third man?

I'd like some protection.

That's standard procedure.

How much do you think
Sandy knows?

I don't know!
You know.

I talked to him
and I still don't know.

You know.
You're saying you don't know

'cause you don't want me
to know what you know.

I don't know
and if I did know,
you know...

I'm not going to get
caught up in that again.

Why would anyone
want to kill Sandy?

That wouldn't change the odds
or the point spread, would it?

No, I shouldn't think so.

What are the odds now,
do you know?

10-1.

10-1?

10-1 I'll be asleep
in one minute.

What's the matter?
Are you all right?

Got a cramp in my toe.

Can I help you?
You're turning red.

I'm glad
we're going to bed early.
What time is it?

9:20.

We haven't done this
since when?

Since never.

Oh. That long, huh?

Uh-huh.

Oh, no.

Well, if that's how you feel,

I won't propose
what I had in mind.

No. That wasn't an "oh, no"
for you.

That was an "oh, no!" oh, no.

I've got to get in touch
with Janet.

Why?

The Stantons
are having a party
for the team tonight

and I promised them
that we'd be there.

What am I going
to tell Janet?

Uh, tell her the truth.

The truth?

Of course, there is
nothing like the truth.

I think she can handle it.

Hi, Janet, it's Sally.

Uh, yes, that's what
I was calling you about.

I'm really sorry
about tonight.

You won't believe
what happened.

Mac tore a ligament
in his leg

and I had to take him
down to the hospital.

We are not gonna possibly
be able to make it.

Well, there's nothing
like the truth.

That was nothing like it.

No, Janet.
No, no, no it's not that bad.

Uh, no, Janet, really, no,
it's not that bad.

He is not in bed
or anything, no.

Janet, listen, Janet,
we'll be right over.

Boy, did I handle that.

How much of a limp
do you want?

Well, I think you could
be a little... Oh, Mac!

Hello? Yes, he is right here.
Just a moment.

En?
Right.

Hello.

Hello, Commissioner,
did I wake you?

No, Sergeant.

Hmm, I'm sorry.

Uh, I mean, I just thought
you'd like to know, sir,

that we found the gun
in Vic Whelan's locker.

It had Billy Benton's
fingerprints on it.

Pick me up,
I'll be downstairs.

That was about Billy,
wasn't it?

Yes.

Please don't say anything.
Let me say it.

You've got a lot
on your mind,

so I'm gonna go to
the Stanton's party by myself.

You and Enright can go do
whatever it is
that you've got to do.

A: You are a great wife.

B: I love you very much.

C: What are you
going to tell Janet?

Oh, I'm goin' to
tell her the truth.

I believe it.

Well, I'll think of something.

No limp,
you're going with Enright.

Are you sure
this is Billy's apartment?

Of course it is, sir.
I checked it out.

I thought this was
Billy Benton's apartment.

It is. I'm Vic Whelan.

You know,
the old quarterback.

I didn't know
you were roommates.

We're not.

I had some trouble
with my wife.

Billy said
I could spend the night.

I'd like to talk to him.
May we come in?

He's not in right now.

Doesn't that violate curfew?

When you think of it,
I guess it does.

Listen, Vic,
where did he go?

I don't know,
he made a call and split.

I'll check and see
if he used the house phone.

Vic, we found the gun
that was fired at Sandy
in your locker.

I don't know anything
about any gun in my locker.

There was no gun
when I left the field.

I've never shot anybody
in my life.

Where in my locker?

In your shoe.

Somebody put it there
after I left the field.

Your signature was
right next to the message
on the football.

I don't know anything
about any message.

If this is an attempted
murder investigation,

you haven't told me my rights.
Nothing I've said can be used.

Nobody asked you anything.

Operator, this is Sgt. Enright
of San Francisco Police.

Would you please tell me
where the last
outgoing phone call

was made from this extension.

Thank you.

Thank you, Vic,
we'll see you later.

The door is open, sir.

Uh, no, sir,
this time I go first.

Harvard's work area
is over there.

Ooh, hey,
that was pretty good.

I don't usually
get tackled from behind.

Don't touch me,
you're a cop.

I'd like my haircut back.
I don't take care of cops.

I can see why.

I shouldn't have
wasted my talent on...

All right. All right.

Let's begin at the beginning,
shall we?

Any volunteers?

He wanted
the bigger tip.

Why did you call him?

Personal.
Money?

I don't like what
you're thinking...
I don't like it, either.

Why did you come here?

He's spreading rumors around
that I'm betting
against my own team.

Is it true?

Wouldn't it be freaky
to admit, even if it were true

that I had financial dealings
with a bookie?

You're calling me a bookie.
I'll get you for this.

That's a stupid thing to say
in front of witnesses.

Relax. We know
you're a bookie.

You think I'm a bookman
then charge me,
take me in or let me go.

We are aware
of the options.
Sit down, shut up.

What was the fight about?
Billy?

It wasn't a fight.
He got in a cheap shot
with his hair dryer.

Level with me, Billy.

Commissioner,
I am leveling with you.

Why would I want
to be involved with a guy
that makes book?

Because you're making
some tax-free loot.

You laid $75,000
against your own team.

I'm clean.

If you're scared,
you call off
all the bets, man,

and keep your mouth shut,
you understand?

That's what
this thing is about.

He thinks
I'm dumping the game.

No way.

Did you take
a $75,000 bet?

I don't take bets.

Then what makes you so sure
that one of the team
placed the bet?

Where do you
get your information?

Book him.
You're coming with me, Billy.

Come on.

I wouldn't touch
your head again...

Come on.

I don't know where
she keeps those Band-Aids.

I've looked in
the medicine chest,

the bathroom drawer,
the kitchen sink.

Hi, Mac.

Oh, the party was awful.

After I got there
everybody was gone.

Billy!

What happened
to your forehead?

It's bleeding.
Oh.

Where did you
keep the Band-Aids?

I'll get them for you.

Do you always
keep your Band-Aids
in the icebox?

They feel better
when they're cold.

I suppose
you keep your coffee

in the medicine cabinet.

Upstairs I do.

Downstairs, I keep it
in a coffee canister.

That must make it
difficult to find.

You look like
you've been in a fight.

Yeah, I was.

You'd never know it.

Is everything all right?

How about an answer?

Well, not really.

Ah, there's this guy
out there

that thinks I'm a crook.

I'd punch him in the nose.

He did.

Hey, this is really pretty.

Where was it taken?

On our honeymoon.

Where'd you go?

To bed.
Coffee is cooking in there.

Is he
in real trouble, Mac?

Mmm-hmm.

I take my coffee with no cream
and no two sugars.

You're lucky it's ready.

Why am I really
in trouble?

Your prints were found
on Lowball's gun.

How do you explain it?

I can't.
I don't know what to say.

I have never even
seen the gun before.

I had no reason
to shoot Sandy. Do I?

I really appreciate
you're not booking me.

That's exactly
what somebody wants.

If you're booked,
you'll be suspended,

you won't be able to play
on Sunday.

Ah.

How do I thank you?

Make sure I'm right.

You're right.

What I don't understand is
how could Billy's fingerprints

get on a gun
that he's has never seen.

Brandy?

Brandy.

There is another question
that nobody has answered.

Well, I have a question
I think can be answered.

Where is the...

Oh, straight back
and to the right.

Excuse me.
Yeah.

Everything's
too pat, Sally.

I think Billy's
being framed.

Whizzer was his friend.

The gun had his
fingerprints on it.

The bookie said
it was his bet
against his own team.

I'm glad
you believe in Billy.

Hmm. There's something
about him that brings out
the paternal instinct.

Maternal.
Paternal.

Maternal, too.

I thought to women
he was a sex symbol.

Well, maybe to other women
he is a sex symbol,
but to me Billy is, uh...

Well he is, simply a...

Sex symbol.

Well, he is rugged
and handsome
and good looking,

but you know
that's not my type.

Well, I have to go.

Could you call me a cab?

Sure, you're a cab.

Want to take a drive.

I do nothing better.

I don't want to put you out.

No trouble.
Safe as tailing you home.

Well, thanks for the lift.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Battery in my car was dead,
I didn't know it.

You know,
I kind of like this.

It's like,
it's like being in a huddle,

except with much
prettier people.

Thanks again.

Good night, Billy.

Good night.
Good night, Billy.

You want to talk?

Mmm-hmm.

I talk.

How was the party?

Not very good.

By the time I got there,
everybody who counts
had gone home.

Who counts?

The bachelors.

I thought most of
the team was married.

Most of the team is married,
but there's a couple
of groovy bachelors.

Larry Sloane is a bachelor,
Vic Whelan is a bachelor,

Billy Benton is a bachelor...
No, no,
Vic Whelan is married.

No, he's a bachelor.

No, he's married.
No, he is not.

Yes, he is. He must be.
Uh-uh.

I read the programs,
I ought to know
who's a bachelor.

But he just told me
that...

We're going back
to Billy's.

Mac, one of those guys
is Billy!

Billy, watch out!
That is your passing hand.

Billy, that's your good hand.

And I'm your good husband.

You're no help
if you don't get any help.

Stop! Stop!

Turn it off!

Stop!

You all right?

Ease off.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Any time, ma'am.
Nice to be of service.

It was our pleasure.

Are you all right?
I'm all right.

I'm all right.
You all right?

They beat up Vic pretty bad.

I better go help him.

You all right?

I'm all right.

After you dropped me off,
Vic Whelan was asleep
in the bed,

so I figured why bug him,
so I slept on the couch.

All of a sudden,
all hell broke loose
in the bedroom.

Commissioner, excuse me,

but George Harvard
made bail.

Naturally.
Put a tail on him?

Naturally.

Oh and Vic Whelan
tried to phone you

a little over an hour ago.

I wonder why.

Well, the way I figure it
is that those four guys

went after Billy,
got Whelan by mistake,

probably to ensure
a bet of $75,000.

Doctor, could we see him?

I'm sorry, Commissioner.

Whelan's condition
is critical.

You can't talk
to him now.

It may take 24
to 48 hours.

If there's a change,
let me know.

Of course. Thank you.

Billy.

Looks like you're the Hawks'
only quarterback now.

Without you,
they haven't got a game.

Now I guess you'll find out
if I'm on the level or not.

Yeah, I guess we will.

Here's another thing
to think about:

Whoever placed that bet
intends to win.

So, if you are on the level,
you're in the way.

No word on those men
who beat up Whelan?

Well, keep trying.

How many men can we spare
this afternoon?

All right,
I want double that number
and walkie-talkies.

I want two men on each bench,
one man acting as lineman,

one man in the locker room
and at least 50 men
in the stands.

Right.

Enright's meeting us
at the field.

I hate to see you
so worried.

Oh.

Do you think
it's going to be cold?

Kind of.

That cold?

This cold.

Got you.

After I made Sergeant,
I trained recruits,

trained them
in military courtesy

tactics, marksmanship.

I was the best shot in my unit
with a rifle or a pistol.

Kids really eat that up.

Then, after that, I kind of
knocked around until...

I'm sorry, Lowball,
but that's all the time

we have left
in the pre-game show.

Folks this is Sandy King,
we'll be right back to kickoff

after a word
from our sponsor.

Car one.

Anyone named McMillan here?

We both are.

McMillan. Yes.

Right, thank you, Doctor.

Vic Whelan's conscious,
says he wants to talk to me.

Says it's important.

Bayview Hospital, Brady.

Mind missing the kickoff?

Yes. Do I have a choice?

Nope.

Then I don't mind.

It's a long end-over-end

and the ball is taken by Woods
on the 15.

He runs it back and is downed
on the 29 yard line.

Billy Benton brings the Hawks
out of the huddle

for the first offensive play
of the game.

Down.

Eight, seven, six,
hut. Hut.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's unbelievable!

On the first offensive play
of the game,

Billy Benton
faded back for a pass,

unexplainably stumbled

and threw a soft blooper
about 10 feet into the air.

It was intercepted
by Bob Ridgely
who ran it all the way

for a touchdown after
only 54 seconds of play.

It's 6-0, Drillers.

Come on, Billy.

Ssh.

Hello, Vic.

Hi.

It was Lowball, Commissioner,

who put the gun
in my locker.

Why didn't you
tell me that before?

I figured if Lowball
wanted to kill Sandy King,

it was his business.

Sandy's a bum.

He'd kill his mother
to get at story.

Anything to keep his job.

When Billy got involved,
I tried to reach you but

then those guys
busted in on me.

Why did you tell me
you were married?

I moved in with Billy

because I was worried
about the rumors.

I wanted to help him.

I really don't know
why those guys
had it in for me.

What makes you think
they were after you?

They said my name.

Does Billy usually
fall asleep

when he gets a massage?

With Lowball, we all do.

Anything else?

How's the game going?

Here. Got it?

The doc said no excitement
and I'm not listening.

To the game?

To the doc.

Good boy.

Hope you feel better, Vic.

Thanks, Vic.

Billy Benton fading back
for the pass.

We have been operating
on the wrong premise.

They wanted to get rid
of the backup quarterback
before the game.

And get rid of Billy
during the game.

And Benton brings his team out

for third down
and one with four to go.

He's fading back to pass...

Have you been listening
to the game, Brady?

Yes, sir. Billy's playing
the worst game of his career.

He made two fumbles
and we're being clobbered.

You see, Sally.
Step on it, Brady.

Why did you ask
about Billy sleeping
on the table, Mac?

Because I think
that's how Lowball

put Billy's fingerprints
on that gun.

Then he's innocent.

Maybe. Maybe not.

He's playing so badly

it looks like he's
throwing the game. Enright?

I want Lowball arrested
for the attempted murder
of Sandy King.

Yes, I know
the game looks bad.

I'll see you later.

Hawks are over the ball.
Benton's calling signals now.

He's fading back, back,

he stepped out of the pocket!

He's down
for a seven yard loss.

This is certainly
not Billy Benton's day.

With a score of 10-0,

the Hawks are being outplayed
in every department.

Statistically,
in yardage, passes,
recovered fumbles,

it's the Drillers' game
all the way.

Well, Billy's two-for-17,
one for no gain.

Halftime is coming up.

He can't be
throwing the game, Mac.

He just can't be.

Come on, Commissioner.
You know what it is. Nerves.

I'm tight, tense.

We're down by 10.
That's nothin'.

We'll score two touchdowns.

We'll get 'em
in the second half.

I've got myself all together.
I feel great.

Commissioner,
Lowball's missing.

Anybody here
see Lowball Lewis?

He came in at the start
of the half.

Yeah, but I haven't
seen him since.

Hey, Commissioner,
I got to talk to the team.

The halftime show
is almost finished
and I'm running out of time.

Now, how about it?

Go ahead.

Alert all the men
in the stadium.

I believe Billy.

I believe
he's playing it straight.
I believe he wants to win.

So whoever's
maneuvered all this

is set for the last part
of his plan.

Getting rid of Billy.

It's one minute
and 20 seconds
into the second half.

The Drillers have the ball
on third down and 10.

The ball goes to Mason,
sweeping the weak side.

It's very close
to a first down.

Personally, I don't think
he made it.

I hear you, sir.

Everyone in position.

Roger.

The score is still 10-0.

Drillers, and they're
about two inches short
of a first down.

It looks like
they' re going to go for it!

The ball goes
to Mason again

right into the middle
of the line

and I don't think
he made it.

And that's the ball
for the Hawks...

Henderson, get down closer
to the field.

Would you be careful, Billy?

I got 10 other men.

I got to go.

Good luck.

Hi, you guys.
How you doing?

You haven't got any water.
Wait a minute.

Here you go.

How is that?

Two, 42, set, hut!

Set, hut. Hut.

Touchdown.
That's the way, Billy,
you can do it.

One contest is raging there,
as we like to say

with a new Billy Benton
fighting hard.

He has recovered
from that somewhat
uncoordinated first half

and has been playing
some really
heads-up football.

These last eight minutes,
he has done beautifully.

Set, hut, hut!

First and 10.
Do it again, Billy.

Where's your blocking?

Billy!

Billy! Billy!

Wait a minute,
someone's running

out onto the field,
a young lady

I can't make out who it is.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's crazy,
but a young lady has...

That's no lady,
that's my wife.

You got to stop playing.
You've got to see a doctor.

What are you doing?

Billy, you got
to see a doctor.
Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we don't know
what happened yet.

But a young lady
did run on the field

and it appears Billy Benton
was stricken while playing.

They' re carrying him
off the field now.

What a tragedy
for the Hawks.

I saw Billy drinking
out of the team water bottle.

So, a little later,
I was looking
at the hawks

and they looked thirsty,

so I gave them some water
from the same bottle.

Mac, when I went back
to my seat

and looked at the hawks,
they were dead.

Enright! Billy was poisoned.

Find that bottle immediately
and get it to hospital,

they might come up
with an antidote.

See if any other players
drank out of that bottle.

Henderson, I want the names
and addresses of the team.

I want every one
of them questioned.
I mean everyone.

Hang on,
they'll do all they can.

I got along this far.
I'm sure I'll be fine.

And that's the way it ended,
ladies and gentlemen,

with the Hawks losing 24-17.

I just had word
that Billy Benton
is in the hospital.

This reporter
will bring you bulletins

on his condition
as they come in.

This is Sandy King

closing his post-game show
on a blue day.

Signing off now
from Redwood Field.

How is he, Doctor?

Are you a fan?
I sure am.

I think the antidote
is going to work.

An hour ago there were
65,000 people there,

cheering and roaring
and having a good time.

They don't care
who lives or dies, Mac,

they don't care
who gets hurt.

None of them knew
what happened, Sally.

If they did, I'm sure
a lot of them would care.

I know,
I guess you're right.

It's just that
Billy is so terrific.

McMillan.

Right, the barber shop.

George Harvard's
been found dead.

Commissioner.

He was shot from the front
at close range
and that's all we know.

Anyone hear the shot?
Any witnesses?

Not that we know of.
But we did find this.

Why are you handling it?

We've examined it, sir,
and no fingerprints.

Oh.

It's a marker.

Yes, sir.

$75,000.

Whoever it was,
collected his bet
then killed Harvard

so he couldn't
be identified.

All right,
check the whereabouts

of every known suspect
at the time of death.

Right, sir.

I'll make you
something to eat.

You'll feel better.

I'm not hungry.
You haven't even heard
my offer.

A melted cheese sandwich
with bacon

and hot vodka bouillon.

Egg sandwich.
Egg sandwich. Brown bread?

Kaiser.

You've got it.

Can't put it together.

You don't have to.
I am doing it.

It's not that.

Oh, well, we don't know
who placed the bet,

so we can't start there.

We don't know
who killed Whizzer
or Harvard,

so we can't start there.

Let's start here.
No kaiser.

Whole wheat.
No whole wheat.

Brown bread.

Brown bread,
you've got it.

We don't know
why Lowball wanted
to kill Sandy

unless he's some kind
of a nut

and wanted to kill anybody.

I don't think that.

I don't, either.
Harlan Royce, maybe.

Sandy, maybe?
Timber, maybe? Rye?

Maybe.

Vic Whelan, maybe?
No, that's impossible.

He was in the hospital.

It doesn't make sense.

Let's start
at the beginning.

Good idea.

Lowball found Whizzer's body.

If he were in on it,
he'd try to conceal the body,
wouldn't he?

Well, Mac, maybe things
don't look like or sound

like what they look
like or sound like.

Billy!

Relax.

I am relaxed.

Do you always put the eggs
in the sink

and the shells
in the bowl?

Doesn't everyone?

Well, I don't.
Your mother does.

Hello? Yes, this is he.

I see. Okay,
thank you very much.

Billy. He's going to be
all right,

and you saved him.

Wait a minute.

Look like. Sound like.

Sally, I think
you're onto something.

Lowball...

That tape interview.
Come on.

What tape interview?

...and after that, I kind of
knocked around until...

This is the one we wanted,
thanks, Jimmy.

Good, Commissioner.

I've got to go
watch the gate.

When you're ready
to leave, let me know
and I'll be there.

Fine. See you later.
I want to hear
this one again.

Well, after I made Sergeant,
I trained recruits,

trained them
in military courtesy,

tactics, marksmanship.

I was the best shot in my unit
with a rifle or a pistol...

That's it.

What's it?

The guy's a crack shot.

When he shot at Sandy,
he missed.

Right.

A crack shot only misses
when he's supposed to miss.

Why bother shooting
if you're gonna miss.

To frame somebody else.
Like Billy.

To have him arrested.

Taken out of the game.

Who hired the guys
to beat up on Vic?

The same guy
who arranged the frame.

And who killed Whizzer
because Whizzer must
have found out

who he was
after he placed the bet.

Police emergency,
this is Commissioner McMillan.

Sgt. Enright, please.
Try the lab.

Enright!

I'm glad I found you.
No, I'm at the stadium.
Look, pick up Sandy King.

Suspicion of murder.

Let's go home
and I'll make you some dinner.

What do you got?

Well, anything but eggs.

Sally! Run. Run!

Who's walking?

Take cover in that tunnel,
I'll try and draw his fire.

Mac!

I think I must
have the wrong floor.

Going up?

I think
there's something wrong
with this elevator.

You all right?

Sure.

I'm sorry we are late, sir,
the gate was locked.

Next time, sir,
you should let me
go after the bad guys

and you stay
with the good guys.

Yes, Sergeant, we'll have
to work that out. Here.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.
You all right?
Uh-huh.

Commissioner, one of our men
found Lowball

down at the railroad yard
and he was very drunk.

He said he missed on purpose
when he took that shot.

Oh, yeah?

You mean you had
that figured out?

No, Sally did.

Oh.

Well, maybe you can tell me
why Sandy King acted
the way he did.

Sure, um...

You know, I bet
Mac could tell you better.

Sandy King was afraid
for his life.

He bet $75,000
against the syndicate
and see what happens.

It's kill or be killed.

He didn't have the money
to pay off.

He was desperate
about his job.

That's what
Whizzer found out.

That's why Whizzer's dead.

Let's go home.

Let's go home.

Looks like
it's out of order.

How do you like that.

I feel terrific.

I feel terrific, too.

I don't feel too bad myself.

And I know I'll be ready
for next week's game.

As we wrap this up, Billy,
what about the Hawks' chances

for the rest of the season?

Oh, win or lose,
I think the Hawks
are a dynamite team.

What I've been through,
I'll be on top of it now.

I owe my life to two
very beautiful people.

You mean Commissioner
and Mrs. McMillan?

Right on.

They know
how I feel about 'em.

Good night, Sally.
Good night, Mac.

Good night, Billy.

Good night, Billy.

Good night, Sally.

Good night, Mac.