All language subtitles for Cannon S00e01 Pilot.eng

( upbeat theme playing )

Uh, Mr. Strader.

Um, how about
number 14?

Please come with me.

Oh, you're from Dallas,
Mr. Strader.

Didn't you stay with us
before?

Just pull the car around
and follow me.

If you need anything,
just call the office.

I'm Ken Langston.

( car roars by )

( starts engine )

( lounge theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

( thud )

( dramatic theme playing )

( car door opens,
closes )

( engine starts )

( water lapping
shore )

( footsteps )

Hey, what's going on
down there?

( footsteps running )

( door slams )
( engine starts )

( tires squealing )

( tires squealing )

( keys jingle )

( door closes )

( dramatic theme playing )

( jazzy theme playing )

( bell dings )

Mrs. Langston?
-Yes, sergeant?

Sorry to wake you.
-Oh, you didn't wake me.

Why? What's wrong?

OFFICER:
Come on, Diana. Now, you were
already up when we got there.

You know what happened
to Ken.

Or do you always get up
at 5 in the morning?

I told you. A woman had called
a few minutes earlier,

and she kept me on the phone
for 10 minutes.

Yeah, she was drunk and asking
for someone wasn't registered.

Now, let's get back to
your boyfriend from Dallas.

Will you stop saying that?
He's not my boyfriend.

I don't even
know him.

You checked Strader in
last night.

He was registered with you
two weeks ago,

two weeks before that.

That's what you might call
a regular customer, ain't it?

Ken must've checked him in.

When he didn't come here,
you went there, right?

No.

REDFIELD:
What were you doing
in Dallas last week?

I went to see
a doctor.

Oh, ours ain't good enough,
you gotta drive 500 miles.

A different kind of a doctor.

Gynecologist.

Ken and I, uh, wanted to
have a baby.

A-ask Dr. Wiley.
He'll tell you.

Will he tell us what else
you were doing in Dallas, huh?

CALHOUN:
Kelly.

We can't hold her
more than 48 hours

without
hard evidence.

Do you have anyone
to take you home?

Sergeant Magruder
will drive you.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Maybe we can't
prove it...

but don't think
we don't know, honey.

Everybody in town knows
who killed Ken Langston.

( dramatic theme playing )

( engine starts )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

( mellow theme playing )

( doorbell rings )

Morning, Frieda.
Good morning.

I take it
he's back.

He certainly is.
Right over there.

Frank.

Morning, Frank.

Ah. Hi, Herb.

Welcome home.
Thank you.

I'll be with you
in a half a second.

I wanna see how
rusty I am.

( sniffs )

Ah. Not too bad.

Come on, let's
get some breakfast.

Thanks. I've
had mine.

Well, have
some more.

When did you
get in, Frank?

Seven a. m.

Slept like a baby all the way
across the Pacific.
Oh.

Uh, that is,
excluding the times

I went to
the hibachi bar.

Have you ever had
sashimi, Herb?

The raw fish
is just great.

You know, a little seaweed,
little horseradish,

and a lot of Kyoto ale.

Ha-ha. It's beautiful.

Uh, see if you can get that
deposited for me, will you?

Slightly better pay
than when you were a cop.

Yeah.

Bank of Yokohama.

Yeah, an extortion ring:
17 people,

eight of 'em Americans.

Remind me to tell you
about it sometime.

What do you got
for me?

Two and a half month's mail.

Yeah?
I've skimmed the cream.

The rest is in here.

An offer from a citizens'
group in Massachusetts.

Some kind of syndicate
running their city government.

Hm.

Mrs. Esther Frelinghuysen
of Chicago.

Her stockbroker son
is being blackmailed,

and she doesn't think
the Cook County police

would exactly understand.

Only an expensive
private investigator.

What is it, Frank?

( sighs )

It's from the wife

of a friend of mine
in New Mexico.

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

We were buddies in Korea.

Worked in counterintelligence.

Kept in touch over the years,

ran the Colorado rapids now
and then, that sort of thing.

He was murdered.

And everybody seems to think
she did it.

How well do you know her?

I don't. I never had
a chance to meet her.

Well, maybe she did do it.

( scoffs )

Why do you think
she wrote me this letter?

Frank, you can't just tear off
the minute you get back.

Herb, you're my lawyer, my
confessor, and you're beautiful.

But five months ago
I bought myself a new car,

and I haven't had a chance
to drive it around the block.

( whimsical theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

( honks horn )

( car door closes )

Morning.

Can I see your
driver's license?

Lot of folks sure anxious
to get cross country.

How much you think
it's gonna cost me, officer?

Oh, about $15.

If you go before
the judge.

Oh. Well,
that's not bad.

Only this is, he ain't
gonna be in till next week.

Uh, if you're
in a big hurry...

bail will run you
about, uh...

150.

Of course, maybe...

Maybe we can settle
for about half of that.

Hm.

Well, in that case...

I'll wait for the judge.

Oh?

What, you got some kind of...

business here in Gallitin?

With a week to kill,
I'll find some.

Do you know
a good place to stay?

( chuckles )

See, I know 'em all.

Depends on what
you're looking for.

How about the Sands Motel?

Ah, you wouldn't
like it there.

No? Why not?

Well, that's all run-down.

That's clean over on
the other side of town.

But I got a week
to get there.

Tell me something:

Why are you so hot
to stay at the Sands?

I liked the sign
I saw back there.

Suit yourself, buddy.

Don't say I didn't
warn you.

( whimsical theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( dog barking )

( jazzy theme playing )

( dings )

( footsteps
approach )

Room?
Yes, please.

Would you register?
Thank you.

( phone rings )

Sands Motel.

Would you please stop?

Just stop.

MAN ( in receiver ):
...and then do it
all over again.

Wouldn't you
like that, baby?

Maybe tonight?

When you're trying
to sleep?

Trying to forget
that you killed him.

We know that, don't we, baby?
You and me together.

We know you killed him.

( hangs up phone )

This been going on
for a while?

Several weeks.

Have you reported it
to the police?

Yes.

Get me
the police, please.

It won't do any good.

May I speak to
the chief, please?

Yeah, chief's out of town.
This is Mitchell.

Listen, Mitchell.

I've got a lead for you
on the badmouth

who's been calling

Mrs. Langston at
the Sands Motel.

The what?

The deviant,

the creep, the nut that's
been making obscene calls.

Yeah. Yeah, so what about him?

Well, he hung up
less than a minute ago.

Who are you?

Cannon. Frank Cannon.

I'm just checking in
at the Sands.

MITCHELL:
Aren't you the fella
we just got a ticket in on?

That's me.

Yeah. Yeah.

( chuckles )
The, uh...

Yes, the fat one.

Look, I've got
a lead for you.

Yeah, well, uh, what'd you do?

Get, uh... Get his fingerprints
over the phone?

Listen, Mitchell, are you
a cop or aren't you a...?

MITCHELL:
No, you listen, Cannon.

Now, if Ms. Langston don't
wanna listen to that fella,

you tell her to
hang up the phone.

So you got my letter.

Yes, Diana.

I'm sorry I didn't
get to you sooner, but, uh...

I've been
out of the country

for the last
two and a half months.

I didn't expect you
to come here. Uh...

I only wanted your advice.

I can't pay you.

Well, that's not why I'm here.

You see, Ken wrote to me too.

He told me something about
what's going on in this town.

I'm beginning to see
what he meant.

Yes, it's been
going on for months.

That man calling me
on the phone, driving me crazy,

and the police not doing
anything about it...

because they think
I killed Ken.

Nobody even
stays here anymore.

Why should they?

People throw
their garbage on the lawn.

Why do you stay?

I don't know.

Yes, I do.

Because somebody
killed my husband,

and I can't let him
get away with it.

I don't know where
to begin.

The man on the phone.

What about him?

If he drives you crazy,

you won't be much use
to me, will you?

He made that call from a booth
in a bar or a restaurant.

And the booth had a fan
with a faulty bearing.

And when it comes to
bluegrass music on a jukebox,

I got a memory
like an elephant.

( chuckles )

No joke intended.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

( country music playing
on jukebox )

( people chattering )

� I rolled a tear �

�Into a cigarette �

� And watched my dreams �

� Go up in smoke �

� Our love burned bright �

� But like a cigarette �

� It turned to ashes �

� Like the promises you broke �

� When people ask me �

� Why we let love die �

� I blow a smoke ring �

� And cried hard, cry �

� I'm such a fool �

Kinda funny how some people
get their kicks.

( crowd chattering )
MAN: Big Puma by a length,

Green Destiny and Joyous Jed
moving on the outside.

Into the stretch,
it's Rude Fellow by a length,

Green Destiny, Joyous Jed,
then Big Puma.

And here comes Bull's Trick
in the middle of the track.

Now it's Joyous Jed and
Green Destiny head and head.

Green Destiny and Joyous Jed.
Across the finish line,

it'sGreen Destiny,
getting up to it

on the outside
by a length.

Joyous Jed was second,
with Bull's Trick third.

You have been listening to
the running of the feature race

at beautiful Suffolk Downs.
( excited shouts )

Brought to you each day
at this time by

your Friendly Feed dealer

and your local
Superior Supermarket.

( country music playing
on jukebox )

( yawns )

( people
chattering )

( country music playing
on jukebox )

MAN:
Let's pick the winner.

( crowd chattering )

MAN 2:
That's the way to do it.

MAN 3:
Taking candy from a baby.

WOMAN ( laughing ):
Get me a candy bar.

MAN:
Coming out. Coming out
for a new point.

Get your bets down.
Don't forget to cover yourself.

Don't forget
any reps.

Coming out. Coming out
for a new point.

New point.

Hi.

Hi.

Howdy?

Hi.

Hi.

How'd you get that fat?

( chuckles )

Heh. Wasn't easy.

( whimsical theme playing )

( starts engine )

( cars scrape )

( brakes squeal )

( brakes squeal )

( crowd chattering )

MAN:
I don't know.
What is it?

MAN 2:
I don't know.
I never saw him before.

What are you doing,
pile driving...?

What am I doing? You rode
your brakes for a block.

Ah, come on, mister. I was just
driving down the street.

You were driving
too fast.

I don't recall anybody
asking you your opinion.

Well,
he seen it.

Jackie didn't stop, mister.
You ran right into him.

That's right.
You out-of-staters.

You telling me
I'm lying? I'm lying?

CANNON:
That's exactly what
I'm telling you.

DRIVER:
Aw, come on, mister.

All right, all right,
bust it up.

SHERIFF:
All right, you meatheads.
Go on. Get back to work.

If you got any.

Hey, listen, Calhoun,
this idiot run into...

All right, Jackie.
Shut your head

and let the gentleman

tell his version
of the story.

Nice, friendly little town
you got here.

Well, you sure been
looking us over.

Bet I seen you five,
six times today.

Uh, where did you say
you was going?

Sands Motel.

Oh. Ho-ho-ho-ho.

Why, "oh, ho-ho-ho-ho."

Well, folks don't cotton to it.

Owner was murdered
a little while back.

Uh, name of Ken Langston.

That so?

Uh-huh.

They catch the killer?

Yeah.
One of 'em.

Name of Strader.

Uh, that'll be
$1.70.

Here. Here's a 5.

Uh, let's go in and have
a beer here, huh?

Okay, thanks.
Heh.

( country music on jukebox )

� He takes a kick at me �

� Oh, come and get me... �

HECKER:
Two beers, Eddie.

Oh, welcome to the Blue Moon.
I'm your host, Mr. Eddie.

Frank Cannon.

Frank Cannon, yes, sir.

Tell me about Strader.

Strader? Well, he was
a stranger in town.

A big redheaded guy
from Dallas.

Owned a bar down there
for a while.

He went broke.
Uh, then he, uh,

worked off and on

for some electronics outfit

selling, uh, burglar alarms
and gadgets.

Now, the catch is,
he didn't even know Langston.

Who are you, anyway?

I am a student
of native customs.

( bluegrass song playing
on jukebox )

You're new around here,
aren't you?

I'm luckier than that.

I'm just visiting.

( coin rattles,
phone dings )

Diana.

This is Frank Cannon.

Does the background music
sound familiar? Listen.

I'm calling from the same phone

used by the man
who called you before

in the Blue Moon.

I don't know
what good it does,

but I might be looking
at him right now.

Yeah.

( phone ringing )

Hello.

MAN ( on phone ):
Cannon?

Who is this?

We don't need you.

Beat it.

Yeah, you scare me
to death.

Why don't you try
a poison-pen letter.

For openers,
we'll go one better.

( hangs up )

( suspenseful theme playing )

DIANA:
Frank! Frank!

Frank!

( coughs )

Acid.

It was a man. He checked in
alone about 2 a. m.

( coughs )

I can't in the morning,
I'll be sick...

Drink it.

What did he look like?

Uh, medium-height,
slender, 30.

Uh, blond hair, I think.

He was wearing
a lime green shirt.

I think I've got
his card here.

( sighs )

Ah, hello.
Uh, Mitchell?

This is Cannon
again.

Look, can't I do
any better than you?

If you don't put
a real cop on,

I'm gonna
come down there.

Hold it a minute.

Lieutenant?

James C. Tarr.

That's him.
Mm.

Wait a minute.
What?

The license number.

You... You saw it?
You wrote this down?

Yes.
What about it?

It's mine.

They took the plates
off of my car.

Redfield speaking.

Can I help you?

Yes, I certainly hope so.

I'm calling
from the Sands Motel.

Now, what's wrong out there now?

Sulfuric acid?

When did this happen?

I'll get a man
out there right away.

Get a description
of the car?

Wha...?

How do you know
it had stolen plates?

Now, wait a minute.
Who are you anyway?

Well, I think you better
stick around, Mr. Cannon.

We got a couple of things
to talk about.

Well, that makes two of us.

( sighs )

Look, as long as you've
got the file open, uh,

find me Strader's
card, huh?

Oh.

Uh, cards.
He had three, but, uh...

the police are holding them
for evidence.

( pounds table lightly )

( sighs )

Did he fill in the company
he worked for?

On the first two.
Not on the last one.

Um...Electronic Enterprises.

I think they install
burglar alarms and school bells,

and things like that.

Did he do
any business here?

Not that the police
could find.

( ringing )

Sands Motel.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Uh... Uh...

( phone clunks )

What did he say?

He said,
"Next time, tell your friend

that there won't be
any warning."

( suspenseful theme playing )

Looks like somebody
had a king-sized bellyache.

( sighs )

Where's Redfield?

He's busy.

I'm Magruder.

You said you had to have
somebody come out

and look at
this room, huh?

It stinks in here.

Hey, wait a minute.

Where are you going?

I seen it.

Well, aren't you gonna
check for prints?

Prints?

You gotta be putting
me on, ain't ya?

If the man was
working with acid,

he would have
worn gloves.

What about the jugs?

What about 'em?
They had acid in 'em,

didn't they?

Have you got
a chief?

Who do I look like,
an Indian?

Yeah, I got a chief.

He's sick in
the Mayo Clinic.

That's up in Minnesota.

Why don't you take him
a box of candy?

Who's in charge
when he's away?

Redfield.

Oh, yeah, he said
to tell you...

your plates are
on your car in the shop.

Just where they always were.

And he wants to know
what you're doing here.

Tell him I'm trying
to wash out the stink.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

You look cute
in your little playsuit.

REDFIELD:
That's right.

Use machine oil.
It'll loosen the threads.

Redfield?

Came in through the washroom.

Busted a window.

He leave any prints
on the plates?

Think this guy's
an amateur?

What I want to know is why
he'd go to all the trouble to...

use your plates?

That acid job
was a message for me.

I figured that.

Why?

Mrs. Langston got a dirty
phone call yesterday.

I went out
and located the booth

it was made from.

Maybe he found out
what I was up to.

You expect me to believe
some pervert is so scared

of you, he's gonna go
breaking-and-entering,

steal plates, toss acid
just to scare you off?

Look, Redfield.

I reported that first
phone call to the police

and got kissed off.

Your man, Magruder,
kissed off the acid job.

Nobody's gets kissed off
around here, mister.

I got a ten county, two state
out for him and his car.

A truck was hijacked

two weeks ago
near Warren Springs.

On the manifest was
20 gallons of sulfuric.

We never caught 'em.

One look around this town,
you see a lot of guys

who'll never
get caught.

Just what does that mean?

Oh, come on,
Redfield.

You're too good a cop
to play dumb.

Gallitin's as wide open
as a stomach wound.

Every other joint's either

a horse room or a crap parlor,
or worse.

You got someone else's
goons on the force,

and the town's
a split personality.

It reeks of bad money...

and ways of getting in on it.

You sound like
some lousy preacher.

Maybe I was mistaken
about you.

Now, you listen to me.

I lived here all my life.

I'm no blind man,
but I'm not a fool.

Now, I'm only number-two man
here, and I have to wait

for the right moment
to make my move.

Oh, you're
a regular Hamlet.

My heart
bleeds for you.

Let me see
your identification.

Oh, come on,
Redfield.

Turn around.
Hands on the truck.

( sighs )

Don't you think this is
a little ridiculous?

All right. All right.

( suspenseful theme playing )

You licensed to practice
in this state?

I'm not getting paid for this.

Ken Langston
was a friend of mine.

Ah, you know every trick
in the book, don't you?

Well, Langston was a friend
of mine for over 20 years.

He never once mentioned you.

Oh, I could bust you
for the gun alone...

but I want you
out of this town.

Lieutenant,
my car is in the garage.

You can pick this up
when you leave.

Redfield...

this is not gonna keep me

from looking
under the rug, you know.

You just try it.

One more phony move,
and I'll land on you hard.

Eddie, can I ask you
a question?

Do you think that, uh...

Mrs. Langston
killed her husband?

Do you know
what I think?

I think I run
a nice place here.

So I think what
my customers think.

Now, come on, Eddie.

You didn't make this
by being stupid.

You know what you think.

I know what I think,
but I don't say it.

Now, listen.

Mrs. Langston is
a newcomer.

She's from
out of state.

Now, you ask my wife.
Ask Mrs. Eddie.

Ken is a hometown boy, and
he was very well liked here.

Yeah, there were things here
he didn't like.

Meaning?

That the whole town isn't
as clean as the Blue Moon.

Well, I take care
of myself.

But could Langston?

Ken Langston used to sit
right in that chair...

right where you're sitting now

...and he was always talking
about planning committees.

He was even gonna
run for mayor.

I think you're fishing
with saltwater bait,

when you should be using
a freshwater fly.

Meaning?

Meaning that
just because

Gallitin has
a criminal element,

does not mean that
that criminal element

was responsible
for Ken's murder.

But if Diana Langston
is innocent,

then somebody
in this town is guilty.

Strader was a stranger,
he needed help.

No matter what I think,

the evidence against her
is pretty thick.

My own cook saw a woman

getting out of Strader's car
that morning.

A woman?
Yes.

And when the police arrived
at 5:00 to tell Mrs. Langston,

she was already wide-awake.

She had some kind of a story
about a half-drunk broad

who called and
asked for somebody

who wasn't even
registered there.

Now, you've
got to admit,

that that sounds
pretty fishy.

Yeah.

But maybe the phone call
was fishy.

She's been getting a lot of
fishy phone calls lately.

As a matter of fact,

she got one from
that phone yesterday.

Here?

Yeah, you got a fan
with a faulty bearing.

You can hear it
on the phone.

It was the same guy
who burned out the room.

He called me last night,
and then again this morning,

just to see how
I enjoyed the show.

Oh-ho.

So you want to know
all the guys

who were here
yesterday. Right?

Right.

Well, let's see.

There was Red Dunleavy. He owns
the gas station on the corner.

He's all right. Oh,
he gets in scraps,

but he's not
that smart.

And then there's
Rupe Lamont.

He works on the Peaboldt
road crew.

They're building that road
west of here.

Now, he's got
a filthy mouth,

but he has a very
healthy love life.

( coughs, grunts )

Uh...

what about the guy
who was over in the corner?

Oh, Virgil Holley. You mean,
"Old Yeller Shoes." Yeah.

Looks like he just came down
out of the mountains

and bought his first
store clothes. Yeah.

A real character.

But he is sharp
as a razor.

He'll swap you
two nickels even

and come out
two dollars ahead.

There were a lot
of guys who

came in and out
before that, I suppose.

Oh, sure. Sure.

Say, um...

Uh, you still a cop?

Good chicken.

What's for tomorrow?

The same.

( ringing )

Hello.

Mr. Cannon?
( bluegrass music playing )

I might be able to tell you
something you'd like to know.

About some acid.

That is, if it's worth
$100 to you.

Where could I meet you?

I wouldn't risk that
for a thousand,

but if you send me the money,
I'll call you back and...

( hangs up abruptly )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

Where is she, Eddie?
Who?

The woman who just used
that phone booth.

There wasn't any woman in here.

As a matter of fact,

nobody's come in here
since you left.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

I don't get it.

( door opens )

Howdy, Eddie.

Bert.

BERT:
Hi, Virgil.

Oh, Virgil Holley,
this is Frank Cannon.

Mighty pleased to meet you.
How are ya?

Hey, ain't you the biggun

rumbled with Jackie
downtown yesterday?

Uh, a little misunderstanding.

No hard feelings.

Lucky for Jackie
old Calhoun rolled in.

You sure are a biggun.

( chuckles )

Heh. Got a couple
of friends here.

Bert,
come on over.

What you got there,
Virgil?

Ain't you never seen
a hermit-crab race?

Now, you put 'em down
real quiet,

like I'm doin' now.

Then you bet on which one
moves first.

One of 'em's probably dead,

or you shot it
full of Novocain,

or you hypnotized it,
or something.

But you got your choice,
my friend.

I wouldn't bet you even money

that the sun was
coming up in the morning.

Me neither.

( whimsical theme playing )

There are days when a man
can't make a crying dime.

( chuckling )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

( phone ringing )

Hello?

Are you still interested?

Why did you
hang up before?

I almost got caught back there.

Look, it's gonna
cost you 500.

What does the 500 buy me?

Names.

The man who done it,
and the man who hired him.

For 500, I want proof
that you know

what you're talking about.

The acid.

It was hijacked from a truck.

And I know where the rest is.

Go east five miles
on Route 7...

till you go under a bridge.

Half a mile beyond that,
there's this dirt road runnin'

off to the left
past some trees.

Stay on that road
till you pass a dairy

and a chute for loading
animals on your left.

Then there's nothing
for about three miles...

till you get to an abandoned
farm on your right.

Go in the house through
the back and find a room

with an old set of stairs.

The acid is in plastic jugs
up in the loft

under some old rags.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( gun cocks )

( action theme playing )

WOMAN ( on PA ):
EKG technician.

EKG technician.

( grunts )

Hm. Looks like
gooseload.

You better give me
a tetanus.

Already did.

WOMAN ( on PA ):
Dr. Jewell? Dr. Jewell?

( shot drops
in pan )

I got to report all gunshot
wounds to the police.

Who did you kill?
Where is he?

Who did I kill?

Somebody tried to kill me.

Where'd you get
another gun?

I didn't have a gun.

You got into a gunfight
without a gun?

I told you,

I was not in a fight.

Somebody took two shots
at me, and I got away.

All right.
Who was he?

Look, I told you,
I didn't see him.

What's the penalty in this state
for being a victim?

( door closes )
REDFIELD: Magruder.

Check out the old
Custer place.

Mitchell, check
his room for a gun.

Robbie, get a blood sample
off the front seat

of the car
he was driving.

Cannon.

Well, you were a big-wheel
cop in the big city.

Detective
lieutenant.

And it says here
you resigned.

Now, don't they
always say that.

How was it?

Trying to tell everyone
how to run the department?

I like to work
by myself.
Oh.

So now you're a freelance
troublemaker.

Well, let me
get this straight.

( clears throat )

We have another
mysterious phone call.

A woman, whoever she was,
allowed you to talk her into

setting you up,
so that a man,

whoever he was...
could kill you.

Now, two people are
going to risk the death house,

they're so worried
you're going to find out

who threw some acid?

Oh, come off it,
Redfield.

They're not afraid of some
two-bit rap for vandalism.

Come on, come on.
Out with it.

Don't keep me
holding my breath.

What is it?

Langston's murder.

We've been investigating that
case for three months, Cannon.

Nobody tried to kill us.

Your case stopped
with Mrs. Langston.

As far as you're concerned,
she's guilty,

whether you can
prove it or not.

You didn't bother
to look

at the other side of the coin.
Well, there is one, you know.

She knows it, and her husband's
killer knows she knows it.

You think we're stupid, huh?

Or that we've been
bought off. Is that it?

That's it, isn't it?

Well, why don't you come
right out and say it, you...

( menacingly ):
What's eating you, Redfield?

Get out of here.

( mellow theme playing )

Where did you learn
how to do this?

I used to be a nurse.

That's where I met Ken.

I was working for
a cardiologist in Dallas.

He was never very strong,
you know.

He had that heart condition.

All he ever really wanted
was to come back here,

be among friends...

settle down.

That's what I wanted
for him too.

That, and a son
and a daughter.

But it wasn't
the same place he grew up in.

It was a town in the hands
of the wrong people.

People you can't see

brought in gambling,
women.

People you can't see...

killed Ken.

People
you can't see

tried to frame you.

And now they're trying to
run you out of town

because of what you know.

What do I know?

I don't even know
who they are.

( slow jazz music
playing over speakers )

( vehicle approaching )

I went out to the Custer place
again this morning.

Don't bring
my job home.

( grunts )

( plants hit
ground )

( exhales )
Nice place you got here.

Smoke?

No, thank you.

So you went back out there.

Yeah.

I, uh, saw where
the guy parked.

There was some tire patterns
in the dirt.

Diamond tread.

It was on one of those back
service roads among the trees.

Find anything else?

Heh.

Guess it's yours.

Oh, you don't really think
the man would be stupid enough

to leave his stogies
lying around, do you?

Unless I was the man.

Right?

Right.

WOMAN:
Kelly.

Hi, honey.

I am going on into town now,
and I thought the two of you

might like something
nice and cold to drink.

Oh, thanks.

Christie...
Frank Cannon.

Mr. Cannon. You're new
in town, aren't you?

From Los Angeles.

Los Angeles.

That certainly is
a world away from Gallitin.

Funny though. I've, uh...

I just got the strangest
feeling I've...

Well, I've seen you
somewhere before.

( chuckles )

( sultry theme playing )

Well. Bye-bye, honey.

Don't be long.
Mm-hm.

Thank you.

DIANA:
Oh, they were very good friends.
Fishing buddies.

As a matter of fact,

Kelly Redfield
always idolized Ken.

From the high school
football team

right up into SMU.

As a matter of fact,

they were supposed to
have gone fishing

together that morning.
Uh, Ken and Redfield?

Yes.

But Kelly had to bow out
at the last minute.

Something about extraditing
a prisoner from Arizona.

Oh, you mean he was out of town?

Well, sort of.

He called,
and Ken was out.

He apologized and asked me
to give Ken the message

because he had to leave
right away.

Do you remember
what the message was?

DIANA:
Just that. Said
he couldn't make it.

And Ken not to
bother to come by,

but, uh, he'd go next week
and catch their 20 pounds.

Are you sure you gave
Ken the message?

Yes, of course
I did. Why?

I don't know.

Something about Redfield
bothers me.

He's a professional,
all right...

but he clutches up
every time I mention the case.

What bothers me...

is that there's
something bothering him.

What about his wife?

They've been
married, um...

two years, I think.

Just before Ken and I.

I think she taught
school.

Has she always
lived here?

No. She's from, uh,
Warren Springs.

That's the next
county over.

That's where
she taught.

She has relatives here,
though.

You know them?

I know one of them
is Virgil Holley.

Holley?

Yes, they're cousins.
Why?

Want some nuts?

Because he was one of
the men in the Blue Moon

the day of the first
phone call.

Virgil is kind of
the local town character.

But he's
nobody's fool.

He owns
a real estate office...

the local drive-in...

couple parcels downtown.

Hm.

That good
a businessman

has gotta know where
the real money is in this town.

Well, I don't know
how far his interests go,

but he isn't the man
who's been calling.

You could cut
Holley's accent

with a butter knife.

But not his cousin's.

Oh, no. Christie's
a lady.

Some lady.
Hm?

Oh, nothing.
I just happened to

catch a glimpse of Christie
with her hair down.

Among other things.

I wonder if she got
the message.

What message?

That Ken and Redfield were not
going fishing that morning.

You're way ahead
of me.

Oh, no, I'm not.

We're looking for
a woman, aren't we?

Not Kelly Redfield's wife.

Oh? Why not?

Redfield was out of town
that night.

And your motel,
where Strader stayed,

is less than a quarter of
a mile from her place.

Now, at 4:30 in the morning,

a woman could run that distance
in two minutes.

She's a very
clever girl.

A man could walk it in five.

But Ken never did.

Oh, I know he liked her.
( door closes )

I could tell the way
he looked at her.

Most men like her.

Yes, they do.
Strader did.

Are you saying that Redfield

may have walked in
on something?

That he was in on it?

I don't know.

I wouldn't want to rap
that around with the police.

But for a few minutes
this afternoon,

I even had a picture of
Kelly Redfield with a shotgun.

( scoffs )

Never.

He's insanely jealous of her.

If he thought she was
fooling around with Strader

or anyone else,
he would have killed her.

No, if it's true,
Redfield simply didn't know.

Or he's had his suspicions,

but refuses to face them.

At any rate, his conscience
bothers him.

So, what if it is Christie?

She's the wife of
a police lieutenant.

You'd never be able to
prove a thing.

Where did you say
she came from?

( upbeat theme playing )

( children shouting,
chattering )

Oh, you mean Christie.

Oh, yes. Such an angel
of a girl.

Heh. But her married
name was Barker.

She was married
to Will Barker,

when Will used to be
principal here.

Oh. They moved away.
No.

Poor Will died
three years ago.

How terrible.
Yes, that it was.

It was one of
those awful things

that one hears about
all the time:

a bathroom accident.

He had put the portable
electric heater

too close to
the bathtub, and...

Well, you can imagine
poor Christine.

Mm.
And she
gave up teaching

right away.

I... I didn't think
she would ever recover.

Does she still
live here?

No. No, she, uh,
sold the house

and left
that February.

Funny I should
remember when, but...

But the children
gave her a farewell

Valentine's Day party.

Do you have any idea
where she moved to?

No. Only that she was
in Dallas for a while.

She sent the children
an Easter postcard.

( chuckles )

Dallas.

That must be where
she met Strader.

Or rejoined him.

How do you
know that?

( scoffs )

I don't.

( bell ringing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

What was the name of
the company

Strader worked for?

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

So it was her
that night.

Yeah, it fits.

Christie was
Strader's girl.

I could write the whole
story for you.

They met in Warren Springs.

She murdered her husband,
sold their house,

collected the insurance...

set Strader up
in a bar in Dallas.

And when he washed out,

well, she came back to
her own home territory...

and set up another
respectable front.

This time, a cop.

But she still keeps in touch
with Strader.

But why?

He must have been
doing something right.

No, I mean, why did
they kill Ken?

Because he probably
caught 'em together

that night at Redfield's.

He wasn't even
supposed to go there.

That's why
I had to make sure

that Ken got that message.

He did.

But he went to
Redfield's anyway.

To see her.

I wish we hadn't gone to
Warren Springs today.

I'm sorry,
Diana.

It doesn't do
any good anyway.

It's all
circumstantial.

We can't
prove anything.

The case against...

Christie Redfield

makes about
as much sense

as the case
against me.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( honk honking )

( gasps )

Did you get the license number?

( tires screeching )

( action theme playing )

( tires screeching )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Someone knew
what we were

looking for
in Warren Springs.

Yeah.

Hm.

Shall we report them
to the police?

Frank. Look, the man
in the green shirt.

CANNON:
What?

DIANA:
He's the one
who threw the acid.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Did you get a good look at him?

Yeah. Look.

You go on back to the motel,
lock yourself in until I call.

Look, if I find him,

be ready to come down
for a positive ID.

Otherwise, don't even
open your door.

I'm going after him now.

He's our only real lead.

( slow jazz music playing )

( people chattering )

MAN:
Place your bets,
please.

Place your bets.
All down.

( chips clattering,
ball spinning )

MAN:
All bets down.

Place you bets.
Number six black, even.

Hey, six.

Place your bets.

Place your bets,
please.

Could I have a scotch
and soda, honey?

Yes, sir.
Thank you.

Number two black,
even. Black.

Hi.

Howdy.

This, uh, go on
every night?

Every night except the visit.

The visit?

Attorney general.

We put on a real fine floor show
for his benefit...

once a year.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( zydeco music playing
on jukebox )

( people chattering )

Hey, fats. You having
a good time, boy?

( pool balls
clacking )

Hey.

( door
closes )

I'm beginning to
feel like

I'm in a very
bad Western, gentlemen.

Come on.

( chuckles )

Did she give you
the night off, mister?

( punches thrown,
woman screaming )

( indistinct shouting )

( grunting )
MAN: Get back.

( men shouting )

MAN:
Come on, get him.
That's it!

( suspenseful theme playing )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

I'm sorry about that.

I hit you
as gently as I could.

Why did you butt in?

I was just beginning
to enjoy myself.

Oh, if I hadn't,
they would've killed you.

Can I get you something?
Cup of coffee or something?

( grunting )

I've been here all night?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's 4:00
in the afternoon.

Cannon, tell me something.

Why'd you go to Warren Springs
yesterday afternoon?

( sighs )
Is there anybody in this town

who doesn't know
when I wash my hands?

Washing your hands, huh?

You're about as hard to miss
as a Patton tank.

Why'd you go there?

Look, Calhoun, thanks for
the hospitality.

Now, why don't you just
book me for brawling

and let it go at that, huh?

You don't seem to
get me, friend.

I'm trying to keep you from
getting yourself killed.

Been enough of that
around here,

and I was right
in the middle of it.

I don't seem to get a lot
of things in this town.

All right, let's stop
the pussyfooting.

Let's get on
about Christie Redfield.

That's why you went to
Warren Springs, isn't it?

Ah. You've been doing
some wondering too, huh?

Her husband's my boss.

What's that supposed to mean?

That he's crooked?

He's as honest
as they come.

A man's
not crooked

just because
he defends

his wife's
reputation.

It needs defending?

You city cops. You're
getting more out of me

than I am out of you.

Why don't you stop
pussyfooting, Calhoun.

You wouldn't have asked
the question

if you didn't have
your suspicions.

All right. The motel.

Motel's a quarter of a mile
from Redfield's place.

Redfield was out of town
that night.

I know that.
I'm not stupid...

All right, shut up
and let me finish.

I work out of the same
station, right?

I checked the schedules.
Redfield was out of town

both the other times
that Strader came up here.

Wait a minute.

Bingo.

Okay.

Okay, so Strader and
Christie Redfield were lovers.

Now, where does
Ken Langston come in?

In the front door.

But he knew Redfield
was out of town.

That's right.

You trying to tell me
that Ken Langston was a chaser?

Christie probably
turned him on...

so he went there that morning
hoping something might happen.

And he got himself killed.

Let's take a walk.

That's where
I caught Strader.

Right down there.

With Langston's
body.

He was tying it
to a cement block.

I guess if I hadn't
come along,

the body would be
at the bottom of the lake,

and the boat
would have been

found floating
upside down...

to make it look like
an accident.

So?

Why?

They could have simply
tossed the body in a ditch

and walked away. Who would
have suspected them?

Yeah, you're right. Nobody
would have suspected them.

But Christie didn't
know that.

She thought Diana
would suspect her.

But why? Langston wasn't
supposed to come by.

Diana knew that.

How could anybody possibly
link him with Christie?

Wait a minute,
wait a minute. That's it.

What?
The...

Don't you see?
All Christie knows

is that he did come by
in his fishing clothes,

like he did every week.
Yeah.

She thought he never got
Redfield's message,

and that Diana
would eventually

put two and two
together.

That's what they're
afraid of.

That's why
they've been trying

to drive her
out of town.

Poor Ken.

No. Poor Diana.

She's the loser now.

Two of the three are dead:
her husband and Strader.

All Christie has to do is
to keep her mouth shut.

That's just like
this town.

There are a lot of
good people here, Cannon.

People who know
what's going on

with the gambling
and the rackets

and the city government.

I'd like to cut
the strings myself,

if I only knew for sure
who was controlling 'em.

It's one hell
of a story,

with no hard
evidence.

So I bust up fights
in clip joints,

and chase prowlers.

Calhoun?

Yeah?

Is that where
you shot Strader?

Right. Come on,
let's get moving, huh?

Why did you shoot him?

Well, because he pulled
a gun on me.

That's what I mean.

Why did he have a gun?

Because he'd just
killed a man.

But not with a gun.

He didn't even know
the man was coming.

Why did he have a gun?

Were there any other
crimes committed

around here
that night?

MAN ( on radio ):
Holdup down in Bogen County
service station.

But they caught both guys.

Anything north of here?

Nothing in this state.

The Fairmont job
was that night.

Thanks. See what else
you can find out.

What was the Fairmont job?

Oh, that was a beaut. Just over
the state line in Oklahoma.

Gang hijacked a truck,

rammed it into a power
substation.

Blacked out half the town, while
they made off with two safes.

Two safes.
Uh-huh.

From where?

Oh, a supermarket
and a jewelry store.

Very big heist.

Do me a favor.
Mm?

See if you can find out
what kind of burglar alarms

those stores had.

Burglar alarms?

( suspenseful theme playing )

( phone ringing )

Uh, Lieutenant Redfield,
please.

MAN ( on phone ):
He's not here. Anybody else?

No, nobody else,
detective. Have...

Have you got
his home number?

Yeah, 92134.

92134. Thank you.

( rings )

Hello?

CANNON:
Uh, hello. Mrs. Redfield?

This is Frank Cannon,
the man you met yesterday.

Is your husband home?

Why, no. I... I thought he was
at the Sands Motel,

but I've been trying
to call there

for nearly ten minutes
now, and I...

Here?
Why, yes.

You see, Kelly went to the gym.

And there's a man here
at the house

who's trying to reach him
about something urgent.

A Mr. MacKendrick.

Well, I called
the gym,

and they said he'd
already left, so I...

To come here?

Well, that's what the man
is here about. Mrs. Langston.

Has anything happened to her?

That's what he wants to
speak to Kelly about.

Is he still there?

Well, yes, but...

Don't let him leave.
I'm gonna come right over.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( doorbell rings )

( slow jazz theme playing )

Is he still here?

Oh, Mr. Cannon.
Please come in.

Is he still here?

I'm terribly sorry.
I... I tried to keep him,

but he was so anxious
to speak to Kelly

that he went ahead
downtown, and...

Well, he said he'd be back if
he didn't find him right away.

I'm not the best
bartender in the world, but...

could I fix you
a drink?

No, thank you. Did
MacKendrick say anything

about Mrs. Langston?

Well, I, uh...

I don't think it's
anything serious.

But... if you like,
I'll try Kelly again, okay?

Did he say
she was all right?

Well. I, uh...

I really don't
want to alarm you...

but he did say that he saw
Mrs. Langston

getting into a car
with two men.

They were holding
her up. As if...

What?
Hello?

Uh... This is
Mrs. Redfield again.

Have you located
my husband yet?

Oh, good.
He's there.

Could I speak
to him, please?

Kelly!

Kelly, help!

Help, Kelly! Help!

Get him away from me!

Get him, Kelly!

It'll take him a minute
and a half to get here.

With the siren.

You've timed it before, huh?

( chuckles )

You'd better start running.

What, and get myself
shot down on the highway?

No, thank you.
I'll take my chances here.

Your husband's not quite
as stupid as you think.

( fiercely ):
He's gonna kill you.

( siren wailing
in distance )

You had it made, Christie.

Why did you have to
lose your cool

and do something like this?

Aren't you even
gonna try to run?

( tires
screeching )

( car doors open )

( gasping ):
Help!

( shrieking )

Uh, Kelly!

( sobbing ):
Kelly!

Don't fall
for it, Kelly.

( both grunting )

Don't you know that
she's the one?

She's the one
that killed Langston?

Kelly. Kelly.

( panting )

Save your tears.

He can't hear you.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( tires screech )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( blues music playing
on jukebox )

( people chattering )

Good Lord, Frank.
What happened to you?

Have you
seen Diana?

No, but she's looking
all over town for you.

She just called
from the hospital.

The hospital?

Yeah. Somebody told her
you got clobbered.

How long ago?

Five minutes ago.

And he says... this fine fella
from Boston, Massachusetts

...just as fey as you please,

( as Bostonian ):
"Excuse me, my good man.
May I have a word with you?

Only be careful not to touch
my car with your hands."

And the sharecropper
ambles over,

polishing his boots
on his pants, and he says,

"You buying
or selling, boss?"

And old Boston
screws up his pretty face,

like about to plant
a big wet kiss right there

on the window,
and says,

( as Bostonian ):
"Perhaps both.

"At this point,
I am merely

trying to
negotiate a price."

( as farmer ):
"Ninety-five cents an hour
is all my missus understands."

( as Bostonian ):
"Well, then", he says,

"How would you like
to buy your good woman

a color television
for Christmas?"

( all laughing )

MAN:
Oh, that was
a good one, Virgil.

( mysterious theme playing )

( tires screech )

Move over. We gotta
get out of here.

( tires screeching )

I've been everywhere.

I was at
the police station

when the call
came in about you.

Do you know
where Holley lives?

Well, I think so.

Ken and I drove by there once.
It's south of Highway 7.

We're going the right direction,
if they don't pick us up.

They won't. They're
looking for a police car.

Is that what they want you for?
Stealing a police car?

( scoffs )

Rape.

Why Holley's?

I heard him telling a joke.

What are you talking about?

About the acid job
and the shotgun.

About Christie's cousin.
About the man on the phone.

About someone I never
took seriously

because I was looking for a man
who spoke English.

And until tonight,

I didn't know that Holley could
speak anything but hound dog.

DIANA:
Holley's place is
right up this road

several hundred feet.

Right beyond
that grove of trees.

No.

You get behind
the wheel.

You turn around and go right
back where you came from.

I can't leave you
here alone.

Oh, they'd just love
to catch you with me.

No, alone, they won't
bother you. Get going.

( car door opens,
closes )

( footsteps )

( mysterious theme playing )

( whispers ):
I want you to wait here.

( bluegrass music
playing inside )

( giggles )

( glass breaks )

You ain't got no right
to do that to T.J.

Get on the floor,
all of you,

with your hands crossed
behind your back.

Go on.

( music ends )

You ain't gonna attack me too,
like Christie, are you?

What, did Jackie give you
the good word?

Yeah.
What's your name?

Laverne Holley.

( quietly ):
Shut up, Laverne.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

The name escapes me,
but the voice is familiar.

Her name's
Trudy Hewett,

and she ain't
even kin.

But she's awfully good at giving
directions on the phone.

( dramatic theme playing )

( phone rings )

Yeah.
CANNON: Calhoun?

Where are you calling from?

You got every cop in the state
looking for you.

Did you find out about
the burglar alarms?

Kelly Redfield's riding around
with a gun in his hand,

and you're still talking about
burglar alarms?

( sighs )
Calhoun. I'm trying to

help you cut the strings.

Well, I don't know
about any strings,

but the same outfit
installed both systems.

Calls itself
Electronic Enterprises.

Ha-ha. Bless you.

That was the company
Strader worked for.

He knew those systems,
how to get into them,

and probably what
their safes contained.

That's why he had a gun
that night.

A lot of good that's
gonna do you now.

Well, it may.

Look. Tell them
I'm turning myself in.

You gone crazy?
No.

Get the message to
Christie Redfield.

Go to the house
looking for Kelly.

He won't be there.

And say I called you, local,

and have information
on the Fairmont job...

robbery, murder
and interstate flight

...and I'm gonna give it
to the FBI.

And I'll turn myself in
on the rape charge

once I'm in FBI custody.
Goodbye.

( sighs )

It's your turn, Trudy.

My turn for what?

Now, do your stuff.

I ain't doing
nothin'.

You know...

the state can't
kill me any deader

than Redfield's going to.

( gun cocks )

( phone rings )

Blue Moon.

Who?

Oh, just a minute, please.

Virgil.

Virgil.

Virgil, I'm scared.

Jackie just come running in
and out of here in a big hurry.

He said something's
gone wrong.

He said the fat man found out
about the Fairmont job.

He's bringing the FBI.

He told me not to
call you, Virgil.

And he's waiting outside,
and he'll probably kill me.

And we're getting out of here.

That's the worst thing
you can do.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Looks like they've
already gone.

Those stupid greenhorns.

Stay out here
till I call you.

I thought I told you
to stay out.

Holley.

It's not there.

( chuckles )

Which one of you
killed Langston, Holley?

Well, you sure do have
a persevering disposition.

And you sure can

turn it off and on,
can't you?

Which one are you, Holley:

the armed robber, the town boss,

or just plain Huckleberry Finn?

Take your choice, Cannon.

Hm. Anywhere there's a buck
to be made, huh?

Racing hermit crabs,
fencing a safe job,

or corrupting a whole town.

Don't kid me.

You're not in this
for love and kisses.

You and I, we could
retire next week.

Hundred thousand clams per.

You broke open the safes that
were stolen in the Fairmont job

at Redfield's that night.

But Langston walked in
on the party.

( with strong Southern accent ):
Now, why'd anyone
want to go an' kill Kenny?

He's a good friend of mine.

( with Southern accent ):
'Cause he saw evidence
of the heist.

Don't you understand?

( normal voice ):
A man was killed in Fairmont.

And Ken could have sent you
all up for murder.

Now, who killed
Langston?

Christie,
Strader or you?

He did, Cannon.

Drop it.

Don't move
your arm.

Just drop it
right where it is.

Get away from
there, Virgil.

Take your coat off,
Mr. Cannon.

Stand straight
or you're dead.

Tsk. Should I take the rest
of my clothes off?

You wanna play
that same game again?

That's his game.

Jerk.

You let him panic you
right into a trap.

He couldn't prove a thing.

Not one thing.

Why did you let him panic you
into that phony rape scene?

So Redfield could kill me?

( chuckles )

He can turn me in anytime
he wants to.

Isn't that right, cousin?

And besides that,
he's got something I want.

Now, move.

I think we'll have
that accounting

right now,
Virgil.

How much was there
in the Fairmont safes?

Like I told you, Christie.
Just a few watches and things.

Hm-hm.

Uh, tho... Those are the week's
gambling receipts.

Oh.

Petty cash.

Huh. And these, Virgil?

( scoffs, clicking tongue )

You just had to have it all,
didn't you, Virgil?

It's not enough you hold
all the leases

on the clubs in town, huh?

Why'd you have to go
makin' eyes at Ken Langston?

It wasn't me doing
the lookin'. It was him.

All Jerry Strader and I wanted
was our share,

so we could get out.

But that wasn't
enough for you.

You had to
have it all.

Had to start killing.

You killed Jerry.

I-I didn't kill him, Christie.

Virgil here didn't
kill Strader.

He tried to kill me
in the house, but missed,

so no hard feelings.
But Virgil here,

he didn't do nothing.

Except kill Ken Langston.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Kelly?

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

You're under arrest.

Yeah, there was enough
in that safe

to incriminate
the city manager

and your own
chief of police.

Why would a sharpie
like Holley,

who had the whole town
in his pocket,

wanna go safecracking
in another state?

He didn't. They came to him
to fence the diamonds

and launder their money
in his gambling joints.

But once he got his hands
on it, well, you know,

he just couldn't bear
to part with any of it.

He must have been the biggest
miser in the country.

He just liked
the gettin'.
Ha.

Uh, where you goin'?

To settle
a traffic ticket.

Oh, why didn't you let me know?
I'd have fixed it for you.

Please. I'd rather pay the 15.

( whimsical theme playing )

Mr. Cannon.

Lieutenant.

What can I do for you?

Well, I guess
I'm... both a fool

and a blind man.

Forget it.

You know, I, uh...

I wanted to kill you
the other night.

Heh-heh. Kelly...

not a chance.

I got 80 pounds on you.

Well, all
the indictments are in.

I know. I just
wanted to be alone.

You don't have to be
anymore.

Come on, I'll
drive you home.

Diana.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to take her home.

( hopeful theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

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