All language subtitles for Harry O S02E22 Death Certificate

Mr. Orwell, last night two men beat my daughter.

There's some connection between that and Dr. Lest and the malpractice.

That was his insurance.

That's what kept him alive.

A friend of mine has been murdered.

All right, get permission of the next of kin.

Get an independent pathologist to do an autopsy.

In other words, if I do the work, you'll take the credit.

Get rid of her.

Gloria, get down!

Get down!

I had never seen all this throughout your noses!

Gloria...

Gloria...

In a business of your own, you don't want to be the one taking the credit.

Gloria?

Please don't!

Gloria?

Please!

Please no more!

Gloria, tell me what you want!

Gloria!

Please don't!

Gloria!

Gloria!

Open the door!

Don't kill him!

What's happening?

Gloria! Open the door!

I'm going to call the police!

Why?

Mr. Orwell?

Could we talk to you?

I'm having trouble with my starter!

Well, our lawyer gave us your name.

You know anything about cars?

He said we should hire private detectives.

Why?

That doctor killed my son-in-law.

What doctor?

Dr. Lusk.

You know anything about cars?

Oh, this is my daughter, Mrs. Ross.

Oh, yeah, I got to call the garage.

Want to come inside?

I wonder if he's the right man for the job.

Oh, yeah, I suppose you'd tell me what the problem is.

My husband died a few weeks ago.

Oh, he was killed.

Now Gloria had been married three months.

Her husband was under the care of Dr. Alfred Lusk.

The one who doesn't know anything about cars.

Francis had a heart condition.

No, he died because he was given all the wrong advice.

How do you know that?

Well, I was a nurse. Francis had an aneurysm.

It's an operable condition.

Well, what he needed was surgery and all he got was pills.

So we've started a malpractice suit.

Yeah, based on your medical opinion.

Well, my lawyer did say he needed something more to go on.

Yeah, well, excuse me a minute.

I have to make the phone call.

I have to make the phone call.

Spencer's garage.

Yeah, hi. I can't get it started again.

Well, who told you that it was going to happen?

Yeah, I know, but I need you to come over and pick it up.

I don't make house calls.

And I got work stacked up in here.

I know, Spencer, but if you'll come over just this one time,

I'll be forever in your debt.

You already are.

Yeah, I know, Spencer.

Okay, I'll come and get you as soon as I can.

Spencer knows all about cars.

Mr. Orwell, last night two men

beat my daughter up.

Yes, and you think there's some connection between that

and Dr. Lust and the malpractice suit?

Well, I know there is.

Did you tell the police?

Well, of course I told the police.

Did they find a connection?

Well, they weren't looking for a connection, and neither were we last night.

Well, how do you know there is a connection?

Well, I heard from the police that you had a meeting

with Dr. Lust this morning.

Last night was just a warning.

Stop the suit.

Now, my lawyer told me to hire a private detective

to look into Dr. Lust's background.

Well, if we can bring him something concrete,

he'll proceed.

Well, what do you think?

Well, all right, I'll look into it.

But she has to know that her life might be in danger.

Well, we understand that, Mr. Orwell.

I'd like to hear it from her.

Please, go ahead.

Thank you.

Okay, I'll try.

You know, Harry, if it's the starter,

I can get you a rebuild for 38 bucks plus labor.

I was really thinking I was a loner.

Wait a minute, I don't get loners.

But I'm gonna pay you for it.

You owe me $137 on the first day of the month.

I'm not gonna pay you for it.

You owe me $137.45 already.

How can you pay me?

Well, then let me borrow your car.

No way, I just thought that...

Look, I got a client, I got a job.

A job means money. How am I gonna pay you if I don't have money?

We don't want this debt to accumulate, do we?

Spence, I'll pay you.

I promise to pay you.

That's what they're gonna put on my tunes, don't they?

I promise to pay you, Spence.

Thank you.

Orwell, I know nothing about a Dr. Lust

or a malpractice suit.

I'm sure it's that two officers responded to a call.

I have their report.

In their opinion, Mrs. Ross probably...

Wrong. She got that in the mail.

This is an odd way for a doctor to proceed.

Robert, take this down to the lab.

Check it out for fingerprints, paper stock, and paper type.

Yes, sir.

We'll let you know if anything happens.

What about Dr. Lust? What about him?

Well, you're gonna interrogate him, Spence.

If there is a tangible connection between the card and Dr. Lust,

that would be the next logical step, wouldn't it?

What if he's guilty of malpractice?

Orwell, this is the police department,

not the Bureau of Medical Examiner.

Well, that's a simple mistake to the casual observer.

Tell me, Orwell, to Widow Ross,

what does she look like?

She's very short and ugly.

I checked with the medical association,

and while they weren't exactly a fountain of information,

they finally did admit that Dr. Alfred Lust

had had some problems before in Tucson, Arizona.

Malpractice?

Yes.

Oh, well, that is good news.

You see, Gloria, we do have a case.

Not necessarily.

I talked to the Tucson hospital on the telephone.

They wouldn't give me much information.

I guess I'll have to go up there.

Oh, well, how much do you charge, Mr. Orwell?

$100 a day in expenses.

Well, what kind of expenses?

Well, what I'm trying to say

is that we don't have much money.

I thought there was lots of it.

Look at this beautiful house, rented.

You see, all my son-in-law left

was a Rolls Royce

and a few hundred dollars in his checking account.

Francis said he had insurance,

but we can't find any record.

When he was alive,

his business paid him $1,000 a day.

It arrived every morning by registered mail.

He had a safe deposit box somewhere

in the basement of his house.

We're still looking for the key.

Well, what I'm saying

is that you may have to wait for your money.

Huh?

We're planning on selling the Rolls Royce.

Now, when can you go to Tucson?

Now, I guess on the next plane.

Oh, good.

Would you like a drink?

No, no, no.

He doesn't have time for a drink, Gloria.

Time is money.

For $100 a day plus expenses,

Mr. Orwell can get a drink at the airport.

It was a nice flight to Tucson,

but not long enough for lunch,

which I missed.

I felt I needed some nourishment

before facing the administrator of the hospital,

and I was right.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I know what was right.

Yes, Dr. Lusk was involved in a malpractice suit.

That was September, 1968.

What was the charge?

It was before my time.

The suit was for $2,300,000.

It was settled out of court.

So that implies he was guilty.

It implies merely that it was settled out of court, Mr. Orwell.

As there was no trial,

there's no necessary guilt involved.

But he left the hospital.

The hospital, and I'm sure Dr. Lusk too,

elsewhere problem of malpractice has assumed epic proportions today even in

1968 the threat of two and a half million dollars was alarming I'm sorry

that's all I can tell you

I got the 455 flight back which was too early for dinner some of the time I

finally got to see dr. Lask I'd managed to work up quite an appetite put these in

the file sir mr. Orwell sit down please thank you you didn't care to fill out

the form mr. Orwell no I'm a private detective I represent mrs. Francis Ross

then we're both wasting time mr. Orwell I have nothing to say mrs. Ross's mother

feels that her son-in-law needed surgery you think she's a nurse now she passed

those tests I don't know the woman shouldn't be allowed to apply a band-aid

Francis Ross had severe cardiovascular degeneration and high blood pressure three

days before he died I discovered an aneurysmal bruot in the pulmonary artery

that's a weakening of the arterial wall that eventually bursts he was not a

candidate for surgery so in your opinion he was going to die anyway that's right

you signed the death certificate yes I did

doctor you want to talk about the malpractice suit and Tucson you've done

your homework mr. Orwell well if you don't want to talk about it I know I had

a patient would have died within a very short time it was bad

cardiovascular degeneration he needed a shunt it was a heroic measure but it

failed and he would have died without it but since he died with it the family

brought suit and they were within their legal if not moral rights he was close

to mr. Ross's age how old was it he was 68 now mr. Orwell if you continue this

investigation you're probably going to up my insurance rates considerably and

perhaps force me out of practice however I can't argue with the way a man makes

his living now if you'll excuse me mr. Orwell I have quite a few patients no

two men beat mrs. Ross up last night it was a warning they left a note drop the

suit get out of here Orwell

I'd miss lunch I hadn't had dinner and now it was too early for breakfast well I

wasn't having much luck so what I got was a tenant French

just as if you were invited yes thank you how is it you always manage to arrive

at the most inconvenient time is that food yes Orwell is there a purpose to

this visit Orwell or are you here just to commandeer my dinner I really want to

know there were any fingerprints left on the note from mrs. Ross Oh well if you

recall it was a death threat do you really think there are fingerprints all

over it I was trying to tie up loose ends what about dr. Lutz okay tell you

about him much privilege information between myself and my client wait a

minute wait a minute I told you about the car we weren't any fingerprints well

that's not my fault all right listen I went to Tucson it's a nice little flight

if you eat first you're making up for it now what about dr. Lutz dr. Lutz had a

malpractice suit filed against him the charges were dropped but it was enough

to make him leave the hospital isn't that the information your client needs

we're not gonna stop him from trying to kill her what was it like what we want my

dinner what's on that number what'd you get the delicatessen at the corner you

should go there when you get hungry they'll serve anyone

you're not to get hot about it and drink any coffee we are out

yeah mrs. Ross this is Harry oh well there was a malpractice filed against

dr. Lutz in 1968 but it was serious enough for him to leave town

all right I'll send that in the written report I don't know how much good that

will do your attorney but it will end up what do we owe you mr. Orwell I'll

include my bill goodbye mr. Orwell you see Gloria what did I tell you now we're

gonna have more than enough money to really launch your career mother I don't

have a career I'm not an actress and I don't even dance very well now you just

thought that I won't have you putting yourself down what we've got to have is

more positive thinking hello hello we warned you once now you've got this guy

or well involved who is this

Harry Harry oh here's your car Harry and it's dark now I don't want now is the

keys to my car and $38 for the rebuilt starter yeah well the keys are on the

mat what the 38 bucks on my account with Harry I finished a job but I haven't

been paid it takes a while I'll have to owe you for the whole thing that's what

they're gonna put on my tombstone here lies a man at Harry Orwell old I'll

settle the whole account two days on the keys are under the mats man's hey and

thanks again

Sorry, Orwell. I don't know how much I meant to you.

I never paid him what I owed him.

Preliminary report, Lieutenant. Seems to have been a plastic charge.

All right. I want the whole area sealed off for the lab chief.

Yes, sir.

It's a professional job. Whoever did it was trying to get to me.

Because of a malpractice suit?

Yeah. If that suit goes to court, I'll be the one to pay for it.

Do a malpractice suit? If that suit goes to court, Francis Ross's body's gonna have to be exhumed.

That's what they don't want.

You mean Dr. Luss?

Well, he signed the death certificate, didn't he?

Orwell, bombs and beings aren't exactly your average doctor's amulet.

Maybe he's not average. Maybe he's into something we don't know about.

I want the body exhumed now.

And what am I supposed to tell the court in order to get the X to make it?

Now, damn it! A friend of mine has been murdered.

All right. Get permission of the next of kin.

Get an independent pathologist to do an autopsy.

If he comes up with anything at all, I'll move on.

In other words, if I do the work, you'll take the credit.

I know it's not very pleasant, Mrs. Ross, but your lawyer will tell you...

that's exactly what'll happen if the case goes to court.

It isn't easy, Mr. Orwell.

I love Francis very much.

Yes, I'm sure you did.

I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't like that at all. Honestly.

Francis was the first man who was ever really kind to me.

I mean, working in a course, you get to meet a lot of rich men, and I did.

But Francis was special, and I loved him.

There are a lot of different ways you can love someone, Mr. Orwell.

And Francis loved me. I know he did.

And now you're asking me to dig him up?

I thought you said you were through with the case, Mr. Orwell.

Last night you said...

That was last night.

Well, how much more money is involved in this?

It's not a question of money.

Well, we did find the key to Francis' safe deposit box.

But the man at the bank said we needed an income tax man there when we open it.

I'm not asking you for money for the autopsy. I'm asking for your permission to have it done.

This morning, a very good friend of mine was killed. Whoever did it was trying to kill me.

That phone call.

What phone call?

Last night, it was the same man who beat me up.

Yes, he mentioned your name. He said it was a last warning.

Well, that was no longer a malpractice suit. It's a murder case.

Well, you have our permission to exhume the body, Mr. Orwell.

Mrs. Ross?

I'm sorry about your friend.

Yeah, so am I.

And so we commit to earth the body of our brother, Spencer Johnson.

Dust to dust, earth to earth, in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection unto eternal life.

Lord, have mercy and receive the soul of this good man and give him peace forevermore.

Johnson. That's this folks' bury there?

Father.

It's not much of a crowd.

Well, the Spanish didn't make friends easily.

And he, uh, he's a good boy.

Well, I guess he's a good boy.

Well, I guess he's a good boy.

Well, I guess he's a good boy.

Well, I guess he's a good boy.

Well, I guess he's a good boy.

Well, the Spanish didn't make friends easily.

And he, uh, didn't go to church.

Yes, lonely when you were born.

Lonely when you die.

Sad not to have friends.

Harry, Harry, take that one.

That's your car.

Yes, it's my car, but take that one because all those other cars would take a damn view of you zipping around in theirs.

Harry, you can get me out of this.

Yeah, I'll have to. You're the only mechanic that'll work on my car.

Now, what's your usual charge?

It's a hundred dollars a day in expenses.

I can make that up in your car in no time.

Spence, I promise to pay.

You know, that's what they're gonna write on my tombstone.

Spence, I promise to pay.

He had a friend.

Was it for the church?

God bless you, brother.

When I paid for the funeral, it came to a little more than the repair bill.

But that didn't settle our account.

The same day they put one man in the earth, they took another man out of it.

There's extensive evidence of cardiovascular disease, evidence of renal dysfunction,

but the immediate cause of death was rupture of an aneurysm of the pulmonary artery,

undoubtedly brought on by blood pressure elevation of amphetamine.

Amphetamine.

He displayed a very high blood level.

Mr. Ross, take amphetamines.

All he took with the pills, the doctor last prescribed for him.

Well, I doubt if amphetamine would have been prescribed in his condition.

Gloria said he did seem very upset the last few days before he died.

Were there any basis from our practice suit for not having operated on the aneurysm?

Only an idiot or a hero would have operated on Mr. Ross in his condition.

He was dying, anyway?

The amphetamine merely accelerated the process.

Dr. Luss didn't mention anything unusual when he signed the death certificate.

Well, there's nothing sinister in that.

Mr. Ross's symptoms would have been precisely what he'd expect.

He'd have no reason to think there was anything unnatural.

Unless he prescribed the amphetamine.

It's an ugly autopsy report, but I'm not sure what it proved.

Well, if the doctor prescribed amphetamines as a cure for depression,

knowing his condition, could be guilty of a malpractice.

If he prescribed it for any other reason, it could be guilty of murder.

Was amphetamine prescribed?

I don't know.

Could amphetamine have been substituted?

By who?

Who would have anything to gain?

Oh, I know. You're talking about Mrs. Ross and her mother.

It had been known to happen, or well...

Well, why? He didn't leave anything except a used car and a safe deposit box.

A safe deposit... What was in the safe deposit box?

Well, I don't know. They haven't had a chance to look, but...

What is it?

A fingerprint found on the hood of a car.

Spencer's car.

It belongs to Ed Wilkie, a professional hitman.

Oh, yeah, that's it. Mrs. Ross and her mother hired me to find out about Dr. Luss' background

and then hired a hitman to kill me for doing it.

Well, you're right about one thing, Orwell.

There's something going on we don't know about yet.

Let's find out about the pills.

His pills? I think the last time I saw them, they were over in the Rolls Royce.

Well, could we have a look at them? Of course.

Orwell, is this your idea of a used car?

I'm sure he used to keep them someplace in here.

Here they are.

Amphetamine, 100-milligram capsules.

Would that be enough to kill someone?

A couple of them would probably kill you.

The condition that man was in was like a bomb going off.

Well, now maybe you're willing to admit that there's some connection between Dr. Luss' and what happened.

We still don't know for a fact that Ross got the pills from Dr. Luss.

We're dealing with a man who hired professional killers to cover up his mistakes.

We're dealing with an overly emotional private detective.

I like Spencer, too.

Sorry he's dead. I'll miss him.

But I am a policeman. I cannot act on your assumptions.

I'm not asking you to arrest him, Trance. Just pick him up and question him officially.

Why didn't you say so?

I was hoping you might think of it yourself.

I haven't heard from the doctor. I mean, he should have been here hours ago.

I've called all the hospitals.

Look at this lineup.

Alex, this is Dr. Luss' office.

Will you let us know the minute Dr. comes in?

What?

Thanks.

He said the doctor came in over 15 minutes ago.

Where does your package come from?

North Lot, space 29.

Okay, Dr. Luss fingerprints are on the syringe and on the vial of morphine.

See? There's the thumbprint on the plunger.

And in this shot is a clear print of his forefinger on the barrel of the syringe.

Show me how you give yourself an injection.

I'll give you a shot of the syringe.

I'll give you a shot of the syringe.

I'll give you a shot of the syringe.

I'll give you a shot of the syringe.

I'll give you a shot of the syringe.

Show me how you give yourself an injection.

Contrary to what Trench may have told you, I do not shoot up.

But if you were going to give yourself a shot, how would you do it?

All right, take this out.

Well, I suppose I would take the syringe and put it into the morphine, pull back the plunger,

take it in my thumb and forefinger, try to find a vein.

And push the plunger in with your thumb?

Yes, like this.

Okay, look at the position of your right forefinger.

The sides of both your fingers are in contact with the barrel.

The saying is, if I gave myself an injection, that print would have been smeared.

So I couldn't be suicide.

But somebody went through a lot of trouble to make it look like suicide.

Yeah, so you would drop the case against Francis Ross and Spencer Johnson.

Lieutenant, here's the information you requested from the FBI.

Thanks.

It's interesting.

What is it?

I had a hunch.

I have hunches. You don't have hunches.

I know. It's contagious.

Or maybe it's because Ed Wilkie has something to do with this somewhere.

Anyway, I took some latent prints off the pillbox we found in Mr. Ross's used car.

I sent them to the FBI.

They belong to a Mr. Francis Ross, who until three months ago was involved in anything immoral, illegal or fattening.

His real name is Frank Rosenman.

There aren't many photographs of him. He's as hard to find as Howard Hughes.

Maybe he isn't very photogenic.

There's one that's even worse.

Three months ago he dropped out of sight. There were rumors he'd been killed or gone to Europe.

Then the FBI turned him up.

Who's in charge now?

Tony Schrager, a lawyer, the old man's right hand.

Who's that?

That's Paul Rosenman, the old man's nephew.

He's not considered very bright.

As far as the FBI is concerned, Francis Ross simply retired.

Forced to retire?

No, he was tired. Besides, he found the Shalomite Maiden.

That, Orwell, is a biblical reference. As you remember, old King Diggs.

Her name was Abishad.

Her mother made me go to Sunday school.

Make note of that, Roberts.

Yes, sir.

I'd like to talk about my client.

It's a classic tale. She was dancing in the chorus of one of the big casinos.

He met her. Two days later they were in Reno. They got married.

Then they went directly to the Bel Air mansion.

Nobody can blame him for wanting to have a good time in his old age.

Besides, he had a very good pension plan.

He got a thousand dollars a day in an envelope.

Orwell, have you ever noticed men like Rosenman never live long enough to enjoy their retirement benefits?

Francis said that if you cut the dead buds, new ones bloom.

I never lived anywhere before where there was a garden like this.

Only apartments.

Once I had a small window box with a lot of geraniums, but it was nothing like this.

Your husband liked garden?

Yes.

Rosen especially. He loved the smell. He had a tiny little vase in his bedroom that I always used to keep filled.

Yes, he loved flowers. At the funeral, I just had a spray from the garden.

Gloria! Gloria! I just heard about the doctor.

Now I talked to the lawyer and he said we can still sue the estate.

His suicide doesn't change things.

It wasn't suicide.

What does that mean?

It was murder. It made it look like suicide.

Why don't you tell me who your husband was?

What do you mean?

You told me his retirement name. You didn't tell me his real name. Frank Rosenman. That was one big crook lady.

I suppose you didn't know.

Oh, no. He was in real estate.

Yes, he was in a lot of things.

Well, I don't listen to rumors. You hear all sorts of things about successful people.

Now Mr. Ross met Gloria when she was peering in Las Vegas.

Yes. There must be some mistake.

Not about who he was.

But he was so kind and gentle.

Yes, I know. That's not how he got to the top. Were you here when he died?

Yes. I was right here in the garden.

Came to the door and he called for me. I took him to the couch and I phoned the doctor.

The doctor lost his key.

Right away, but it was too late.

You know a man by the name of Tony Schrager?

No.

How about Paul Rosenman?

Yes, that's Francis' nephew. I didn't like him very much.

He did call this morning. He seemed upset about the autopsy.

He said it showed no respect digging up his uncle.

You said your husband was depressed before he died. Is that because he'd found out about the aneurysm?

I guess so, but at the time I didn't know for sure. Francis didn't talk very much.

But the day that he died, he came back feeling better. Better than I'd ever seen him.

He came back? Where had he been?

We don't know, but he did take the safe deposit key with him.

Which reminds me, I have an appointment at the bank.

With the IRS?

Oh dear, I do hope there's money in that box. We put the Rolls Royce on consignment with the dealer, but it might be weeks before we can sell it.

What time's your appointment?

2.30.

All right, I'll meet you there. Give me the address.

Here he comes.

Harry Orwell.

Yeah?

Mr. Rosenman would like to see you.

Tell him to make an appointment.

Get in.

What about my car?

I'll be right there.

You run a very effective pickup and delivery service, Mr. Schragger?

I hired you, Mr. Orwell.

To do what?

A friend of mine in Fairbanks. Need some advice. My car will take you to the airport.

I got a client.

Your fee is 500 a day and 500 expenses.

That's a familiar amount. Isn't that the amount your uncle was getting before he was killed?

What do you mean, killed?

You've got a plane to catch, Orwell.

Somebody switched the old man's pills. They put in a lethal dose of amphetamine. At least it was lethal to him.

Get moving. I'm warning you.

All right, I'll get moving, but don't warn me. I'm going to walk out of here and you're not going to shoot me in the back because you've got too many cops involved now. You really messed it up, didn't you?

I have him drive me back to my car. Get him out of here.

You killed the old man? You were stupid enough to kill him?

I'm no errand boy. He wanted to run things through me.

The only reason you're in charge is because he gave you what he had on me.

He was trying to hold on. He wanted to keep control. That's the only reason he gave it to me.

Don't you think he had enough to send you away, too? He had a file on all of us. Don't you think he kept something in reserve?

You idiot. That was his insurance. That's what kept him alive.

We'd better find him.

Yes, perhaps you should.

I want to talk to you. Do you have the sign in records for the 11th of this month?

No, you'll have to speak to the manager.

You see, the system that we have...

I know about the system. I just want to know if you were here on the 11th of this month.

Yes.

Well, did you know Mr. Rogers?

Oh, yes. A very nice man. Always had something cheerful to say.

Do you remember him being here that day?

Well, I certainly do because the next day I read that he died and I felt just terrible about it.

Was he alone?

No. He had some man with him. He seemed very nervous. I really liked Mr. Ross.

Yes, I know. But was the guy about this high, dark hair, you know, very sharp?

Oh, yes, that's the one. Oh, poor Mr. Ross. It's always the nice ones who go.

Usually. Yep.

Mr. Francis Ross, 147 Sabrina Drive, Bel Air. Is that correct?

Yes.

And you're the wife of the deceased?

No mother-in-law. My daughter leaves all the business matters to me.

And your relationship, Mr....

Well, me, I'm a private detective. I represent Mrs. Ross and her mother.

Can we do this?

When your son-in-law told Gloria he had insurance, he meant evidence, criminal evidence, the kind that would ensure his safety in his retirement.

You think that's what he kept in his safety deposit box?

Yeah, and I think he gave it to Paul. That would explain why he's in charge and not Tony Schrager.

Well, why would Paul want to kill Francis?

I was afraid you were going to ask me that.

Why you... who'd do a thing like this?

Obviously somebody who was looking for something.

I don't understand.

Frank Roseman was very shrewd. He gave his nephew all the evidence, but he must have held back something.

Gloria.

She's gone.

But why? If they got what they wanted, why?

Because they didn't get what they wanted.

Trench.

Oh, it's you.

All well, slow down. What classic car dealer?

The one on Alpine Drive. Roseman's men were here, they blew the safe, and they took Gloria away.

That's a lot of supposition, Orwell. I need facts.

Trench, I'm sure...

All right, calm down. Why do you think they took her?

Because they didn't find what they were looking for. Now, the only place it could be is in the Rolls Royce. That's the only thing the man owned.

The only thing he owned?

Yeah, I'll meet you there.

Where?

Alpine Drive.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. May I...

Yes, yes, you may. We're looking for Mrs. Ross's car.

I could show you some others if you'd give me some indication of the price range or interest...

No, we just want Mrs. Ross's car.

It's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Gone. Mrs. Ross decided not to sell.

When?

She was just here.

You mean she took it away?

Yes, sir. There were two men with her.

There was one rather tall, gone.

Suspect car, 1962 Rolls Royce, right-hand drive, light tan with a dark maroon top, California plates, 869BAK. Observe, do not apprehend. I repeat, merely observe, do not apprehend. They have a hostage.

Well, now what?

We wait.

Whatever they were looking for, they didn't find. They tore the house apart. Now they're gonna tear the Rolls apart? Can't just pull over to the curb and dismantle a Rolls Royce.

I have a feeling you're about to have an idea.

That's right. They're gonna take it someplace where it's safe, where it's private, and then they're gonna have a car to get away in after they dismantle the Rolls Royce.

Oh, well, there are a lot of private places around.

I've just been to one. Come on.

Robert?

Now, take a right here.

Another right down here, I'm sure of it.

Hey, get a back-up unit, will you?

I have had some experience in these matters.

This is Trench.

Dispatch to Duffield.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure of it. Hey, get a back-up unit, will you? I have had some experience in these matters. This is Trench. Dispatch to W-10. Request back-up unit. Warehouse district.

Right here.

Ellison and 14. Repeat, Ellison and 14.

Take a look. Wait for the back-up unit.

You wait.

This is it. Get rid of her.

All right, Croyer, get out!

Now what?

Let's get out of here.

Oh, wow, where's the girl?

She's all right, Trench.

Whoa, wow!

That'll be the back-up. Find them and tell them we need their radio.

Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here.

Look out!

Idiot!

Trying to kill me?

This was like a few years ago

Guess what?

I took your phone

help me

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Wilkie and Hank have already been indicted for killing Spence.

They're gonna stand trial when Hank gets out of the hospital.

Paul Roseman and Mr. Schwager are going to be convicted on the evidence in the microfilm

and Paul also faces a murder charge for killing his uncle.

So that's about where we are.

What are you two gonna do?

We're going to New York.

Oh.

Yes, we got a very good price on the rolls in spite of all the damages.

And you know, there's a lot of new shows opening.

We'll get Gloria an agent and all that acting and dancing lessons.

They'll really pay off.

You see, it's the only thing I really know.

You could always marry a wealthy man.

Right.

Woman's lib is fine for those who need it, but security is a good marriage.

I just wanted to say goodbye and to thank you for everything.

And find out how much we owe you.

$237.10.

That's a strange figure.

That's what it comes to.

Do we get an itemized bill?

I was never very good at keeping accounts.

That's $237.10.

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And you'll have to take a nickel and five pennies.

One, two, three, four, five.

Well, we've got to get going.

You know it's a 3,000-mile drive.

Goodbye!

Goodbye.

Honey, itemized $237.10.

Now, that's the price they charge me for the stone and to carve.

a man Harry all well owes.