All language subtitles for McMillan and Wife S01E07 An Elementary Case of Murder

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[ambulance siren wailing]

(man on radio)
Your wife has arrived
at the hospital, Commissioner.

Dr. Jackson 's already there.

Roger. I' m on my way.

Yes, sir.

(Dr. Jackson)
Sally, you're pregnant.
You've got to remember that.

We were lucky this time,
but another fall

could have disastrous
consequences.

You've got to be
more careful, Sally.

I realize that, Dr. Jackson,
but it happened so quickly.

One moment
I felt perfectly fine

and the next minute
I was out.

I'd better talk with
the Commissioner.

Please don't.

He's got enough worries.

I don't want to cause him
any more problems.

All right.

But I'm ordering complete rest
for the next few days.

And I would like to have
the law on my side
to enforce it.

She's going to be just fine,
Commissioner.

Calling the ambulance
was my idea,

you know, she wanted
to pop into the car.

But I know you,
you wouldn't want me to take
any chances with her.

Where's Examining Room L?

Just around the corner.
All right.

Fortunately, I'm blessed
with a cool head,

which gets even cooler
in emergencies.

When I saw her lying at the--

This way.

Oh yeah, right. When I saw her
lying at the bottom
of those stairs,

well, the first thought
that came into my head was,
ambulance!

You go ahead.
I'll wait here.

Sally, are you all right?

We're fine, Mac.

Could you hand me
my shoes, please?

Yeah, what happened?

Oh, I just had
a little fainting spell.

They shouldn't have
even told you about it.

Shouldn't you be in bed?

Are you kidding?
That's how I got
into this trouble.

What did the doctor say?

He said the usual thing,
"That'll be $30 dollars,
please."

Oh, Sally...

Well, Mac, really, I'm fine.

Mildred just got
a little carried away,
that's all.

How do I look?

Just beautiful.

I still look beautiful?

And charming.

Just sort of
all-round wonderful, I guess.

Oh, you say the nicest things.

[phone ringing]

Now how could anybody know
I'm here already?

Hello. Yes, oh, yes.

Yes, he is, just a minute.

It's for you, here.

McMillan.

Who?

Oh, yes, put her on.

Uh, hello?

Yes, of course
I remember you.

How are you?

Well, it's nice to hear
your voice again. What?

Now?

Well, I'm afraid that's
impossible, right now.

Mac, on account of me?

I just told you I feel fine.

Now, you go ahead
and you go back to work.

You sure?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, l... Oh, no.
No, that was my wife.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I'd love for you
to meet her, of course.

All right, Lee, I'll...

I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Good-bye.

May I play detective?

[sighing]
You are your
father's daughter.

That was not just
another voice out of the past.

From the way you reacted,
it sounded

Iike you just heard
the Hallelujah Chorus.

Now, she wants you
to do her a favor,

but you're a little reluctant
because you're afraid
I'll get jealous,

which means she's
very attractive.

I'll call her back
and tell her I can't make it.

How long ago
did you know her, Mac?

Oh, about 1 2 years.

1 2 years. Go see her.

1 2 years can do
all kinds of things
to a woman.

[chuckling]

////[Until It's Time
for You to Go playing]

(Lee)
// You're not a dream //

// You're not an angel //

// You're a man //

// I'm not a queen //

// I'm a woman //

// Take my hand //

// We'll build a space //

// In the lives
that we planned //

// And here we'll stay //

// Until it's time
for you to go //

// Yes, we're different,
worlds apart //

// We're not the same //

// We laughed and played
at the start //

// Like in a game //

// You could've stayed
outside my heart //

// But in you came //

// And here you'll stay //

// Until it's time
for you to go //

// Don't ask why //

// And don't ask how //

// And don't ask forever //

// Love me //

// Love me now //

// This love of mine
had no beginning //

// It has no end //

// I was an oak,
now I'm a willow //

// Now I can bend //

// And if I never in my life //

// See you again //

// Still here I'll stay //

// Until it's time
for you to go //

// Here I'll stay //

// Until it's time //

// For you to go ////

[applauding]

That was terrific, honey,
just terrific.

Thank you, Ben.

Mac.

Hello, Lee.

Commissioner McMillan.

Oh, Mac.
[chuckling]

It's so good
to see you again.

Um, this is Ben Matthews.

Hi.
How do you do?

And Errol Wilson.

How're you?
Hello. How're you?

And the guys.
Hi.

Oh, come here, Mac.

I want to take you
to my dressing room.

Excuse me.

Mac, you are easily
the best-looking

police commissioner
I've ever met.

I assume I'm the only
police commissioner
you've ever met.

I've followed
your career, Lee.

You've done very well.
I'm proud of you.

It's even gone better
than you planned.

Not true, Mac.

[crying]
Not true at all.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, but things
just aren't going according
to plan at all.

What's wrong?

Jason's left me.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Here I am, rich, famous,
and abandoned.

It's funny, isn't it?

I can remember so well
when we talked
about our futures.

All I wanted was
a career and money.

Why did you call, Lee?

It's been a very long time.

We couldn't go back
if we wanted to.

And l, for one,
don't want to.

I know, Mac.

I've seen her pictures
in the papers.

She's adorable.

But it's just that

I didn't know where to turn
and then I remembered

there was a guy
who once thought
I was a nice person.

He still thinks so.

What do you want me to do?

Well, I suppose
what I really need
is some legal advice.

Jason handled everything,
personal and business.

He even owns half this club.

Well, I'm supposed
to open here
in a couple of days

and I'd really like
to get out of it if possible.

I've made all the money
I intend to for that scum.

I don't practice
law anymore, Lee.

I can recommend
several attorneys,
good attorneys.

Anything you say, Mac.

Mac.

Tell your wife not to worry.

I won't try to retain you
in any way.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Miss Lee Richards?

Yes.

Commissioner?

Uh, do you know
about this already?

Know about what?

Um, could I talk to you
for a moment, sir?

Sure.

Uh, excuse me.

Do you know her?

Yeah, we're old friends.

Oh. Well then, sir,
I suppose that she's already
told you about her husband.

You mean that
they've separated?
Yeah, she just told me.

There was a call
to headquarters this morning

from his secretary
reporting him missing.

Well, he's probably out on
a bender somewhere.

No, I'm afraid there's more
to it than that, sir.

We've done a little checking
and there's a good deal
of evidence

that he's been murdered
by Mrs. Richards.

(Jason)
No, you don't know her.

But I've been seeing her
for almost a year now

and I love her.

[Lee laughing]

Love her?
Oh, that's funny, Jason.

Very funny.
You're incapable of loving
anybody but yourself.

Well, as long as you
feel that way about it,

there shouldn 't be any problem
about the divorce.

Divorce?
You want a divorce?

The sooner the better.

No divorce, Jason.

I'll never give you
a divorce.

You haven 't been keeping up
with the laws, darling.

Proven incompatibility
is what's necessary
in California.

I'll divorce you
whether you like it or not.

Lee, what are you
doing with that gun?

Lee, that's just
bad melodrama.

You've never even fired
that gun.

Lee!

[gunshots]

[thudding]

(Lee)
I don't understand.

There was no gun.
No shots were fired.

But you did argue with him?

Y es. Friday night.

We just heard it
on the recorder.

Isn't that the way
it happened?

Up to the part about the gun.

That never happened.
I swear it.

And we argued at home,
not here in the office.

Well, what about the blood
on the carpet?

I don't know what that is,
or what it means.

Well, the recording
and the bloodstain

would seem to indicate
that a man,

probably Jason Richards,
was shot to death
in this office.

Well, a recording
and a bloodstain

is not necessarily proof
of a man's death.

I know, sir, but there
are other indications.

[door opening]

[dragging sound]

[door closing]

Now that, sir,
is the sound of a body

being dragged out
of this office.

And there's another
bloodstain over here

where the murderer paused
while holding the body
to open the door.

You can see that there's
a groove in it, sir,

Iike a man's heel
was dragged through it.

All right, let's assume that
a person was shot

and dragged
through that door.

A: it doesn't prove the person
was Jason Richards,

B: it doesn't prove that
the person shot was dead,

and C: it doesn't prove
the person was shot

by Lee Richards,
now does it?

When was the last time
you saw your husband?

Friday night.

After we argued,
he packed a few things
and left.

Has he done
this sort of thing before?

Yes, we didn't have
much of a marriage
in the last few years.

Do either one of you
own a gun?

Yes. I do.

Where is it?

I keep it in the night table
by my bed.

Would you mind if Officer Ryan
went with you to pick it up?

No. Of course not.

This is serious, isn't it?

Well, it's a little
too soon to tell.

Same old Mac.

Always making life
a little nicer
than it really is.

I'll see you later.

[door closing]

How soon will you know
if that blood

is the same type
as Jason Richards'?

It won't be long, sir.
We've checked
with Mr. Richards' doctor

and his records are being
rushed to the lab.

All right.
Tell Hank I want
a voice graph of this tape.

I want to determine
if the voices at the beginning
and the end of the tape

were recorded
in the same room.

Yes, sir.

We sure do meet people
at the wrong end of the stick,
don't we, sir?

How do you mean?

Well, you know.

Here, I've been collecting her
records for maybe 1 0 years,

and now, for the first time,
I meet her,

and I may be taking evidence
that'll cost her life.

// //[music playing on radio]

Mildred, surely I don't need
all of those.

You sure do.

The doctor's prescribed
the vitamins himself.

The vitamins?
Where'd the rest
of those things come from?

Well, some, the pharmacist
said couldn't do any harm

and the rest were my idea.

Hmm.

(man on radio)
And now the latest headlines.

The Governor has vetoed
the tax rebate bill

and sent it back
to the Senate.

Well, that's no surprise.

Torch singer
Lee Richards' husband,
Jason Richards,

head of the
Richards Music Corporation,
was reported missing today.

Police Commissioner
Stewart McMillan
has refused to comment,

but his presence
at the investigation
indicates possible foul play.

Lee Richards.
He called her Lee.

She's the Hallelujah Chorus.

Well, she's a good singer,
of course,

but don't you think
that's going a bit far?

If I'd known the voice
out of Mac's past

had a body like that
to go with it...

And to think I sent him
right over there.

Well, you just have
to keep reminding him
you're pregnant.

I'm not going to resort
to that tactic, Mildred.

Oh, are you kidding?

Now's the time
to fight fire with fire.

Keep fainting.

Even if I were worried,
just a little,

I still wouldn't use
my condition...

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

Hello.

(Mac)
How're you feeling?

Why didn't you tell me
that was Lee Richards
on the phone?

Oh, have you been resting?

Do you know, it was only last
Christmas you gave me one
of her albums? How could you?

I gave you one of her albums
because you asked for it.

Well, under the circumstances
I think it was
a rather tacky thing to do.

I'd--I'd better come home.

No, don't come home,
not on my account.

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

Mac, what happened
to her husband?

There's every indication
that her husband's
been murdered.

Oh, Mac.

I was calling to tell you
not to wait dinner for me.

But I'll come home.
Enright can handle
the investigation.

You talk as if you think
I'm jealous.

You're not, are you?

Of course not.

I'm going to take her album,
and I'm gonna...

play it again.

I love the way she sings.

Maybe you could tell her
that for me, Mac.

I'll tell her I married
an angel.

Oh, get her to sing it
for you.

[phone clicking]

(Mac)
Mrs. Denny,

you've been
Jason Richards' secretary
for years.

Did he and Mrs. Richards ever,

have words here in the office?

No, I never
heard them arguing.

I make it a practice
not to listen
for that sort of thing.

You like Mrs. Richards,
don't you?

Oh, yes.

Mrs. Richards is a wonderful,
talented woman.

And she's very easy
to get along with.

She lets me run my office.

No interference,
if you know what I mean.

Yes. I think I do.

Look, Mrs. Denny,
I'm a friend of Lee's.

And the more we know,
the more we'll be able
to help her.

Now, a business like this
must be filled

with young girls trying
to get a start.

I'd imagine some of them,
pretty aggressive

in trying to get
Mr. Richards' attention.

Aggressive is the nicest word
I've heard for it.

Most of them would do anything
to cut a test album.

And how does Mrs. Richards
feel about that?

Now, I know you're not
the type of person
who likes to eavesdrop,

but there must be
some argument

you couldn't
help overhearing.

Arguments about other women?

Mrs. Richards has
a right to be upset.

I mean, wouldn't you be,
if you'd made your husband
a rich man

and he chased everything
in skirts.

Anyone in particular?

Are you asking me officially,
as the police commissioner?

I'm not a gossip, you know.

As the police commissioner.

Good. Virginia Duke.

He even gave her
a job at the club.

A cigarette girl.

But she brings Mr. Richards
a lot more than cigarettes,

if you get my meaning.

You make it very easy
for me, Mrs. Denny.

That one knows what
she's about, all right.

She fancies herself a singer.

She's just waiting
to replace Mrs. Richards,
on and off stage.

You discovered the recording

and then
you called the police,
is that right, Mrs. Denny?

I always play
the tape recorder

first thing Monday mornings.

Mr. Richards usually
comes in alone

on Saturdays and leaves
some dictation for me.

Their argument sounds
very conveniently recorded.

Mr. Richards records
all his conversations.

He's got this thing
about lawsuits.

Could Mr. Richards have
taken the recorder home
with him Friday evening?

No. I was using it
when he left.

Well, of course,
he could have used

another machine
and then just
transferred the tape.

Or he could have returned
for the recorder
after everybody had gone,

taped the argument at home,
and brought the machine back
on Saturday.

Well, if Mrs. Richards
argued with her husband
at home on Friday night,

and that was the last time
she saw him,

what was she doing here
in the office
on Saturday morning?

How do you know she was here?

Oh, I took her up
on the elevator around
1 1 :45 Saturday morning.

I remember, because it was
just before lunchtime.

Doing a little clock-watching,
I guess.

Did you take her down again?

No. No, she must have
gone down herself

while I was eating lunch.

Did you see Mr. Richards?

No.

But then he--he usually
gets in before I do
on Saturdays.

But, l--I know he was here,

'cause his car was parked
in the basement garage

when I punched in
that morning.

His car is not there now, sir.

But there's
a large bloodstain
in his parking place.

We've already taken samples.

We're comparing them with
Jason Richards' blood type

and the samples we found
upstairs in his office.

You think it's going to match,
huh?

Yes, sir, I do.

If Jason Richards
parked his Rolls-Royce
head-in,

that would mean
the trunk would be

right about there, huh?

Yes, sir.

We also estimate
that the amount of blood

that was found down here
and in his office

almost guarantees
that the body was dead.

You think Lee Richards
is guilty, don't you?

Everything seems
to point that way, sir.

Her husband admitted
that he was seeing
another woman.

And you think that
when Jason Richards

asked for a divorce,
she shot him,

dragged his body
out of the office,

down the service elevator,

out through that door,
all the way over here,

Iifted the body
into the trunk,

drove the car off,
and buried him somewhere, huh?

Well, it is logical, sir,
it does make sense.

It doesn't make
any sense to me.

(officer #1)
Commissioner.

Yeah.

We just picked up a report
that one of our Pacifica units

found a Rolls convertible
abandoned off the Coast
Highway.

The vehicle's registered
to Jason Richards.

(cop #2)
I think this will do it, sir.

The spare tire's been removed.

Yes sir. Probably
to make room.

There's another
bloodstain there.

It's obvious the body
was taken someplace
in this trunk, sir.

And by a woman.

A dress button, sir,
with blood on it.

It's all the same
blood type, sir.

The office, the parking lot,
the trunk, and the button.

And most likely
all from the same person.

That's an assumption.

Is Jason Richards' blood
the same type?

[intercom buzzing]
Yes, sir.

Yes, Ann?

(Ann)
Mrs. Richards and Officer Ryan
are here, sir.

Have them come in.
Thank you, Doctor.

Mac, my gun. It's missing.

I checked the house
out thoroughly, sir.

No sign of it.

Lee, did you go
to Jason's office
Saturday morning?

Why yes, I did.

Why?

He called me and asked me
to meet him there,

but I never saw him.

When I arrived
he wasn't there.

So I waited about a half-hour
and then I left.

Were there any indications
that Richards had returned

to the house
and picked up anything?

No sir. We checked for that.

If he was planning
to go anyplace,

he must have figured
on coming back soon.

'Cause his shaving gear
was intact

and his closets were full
of clothing.

We did find something
in Mrs. Richards' closet.

There's a fresh stain
on this dress.

It looks like dried blood
that's been partially

washed out with cold water.

And there is
a button missing, sir.

////[piano playing]

Of course, I don't think
she did it.

Only I don't know how
I can help.

Everything I know
is right here.

How well do you know
Jason Richards?

I work for Lee,
and that's it.

I started with her way back.

I don't talk to anyone else,
I don't listen to anyone else.

How do you feel about him?

I feel about my music,
and that's all.

After all these years
of working with Lee Richards,

surely you must have
some opinion about him.

In my opinion,
whoever killed him
was a music lover.

Probably ought to get
the Grammy Award.

Lee's a great singer,
that's all I know.

What about her husband?

I don't know anything
about Jason.

You mean, you don't even know
that he's your partner
in this club?

You guys have a way
of finding out everything,
don't you?

Okay, he's my partner.
But he wants it kept quiet.

When did you last see him?

Over a week ago.

Well, now, isn't that odd,
considering that

you're getting ready
for your big opening?

Look, I run the club,
all Jason wants are
the fringe benefits.

They ought to send
that dame to the chair.

Even that's too good for her.

California uses gas,

although they haven't used it
in over a decade now.

You're breaking my heart.

Your relationship
with Mr. Richards
was serious, I take it.

I'm serious about
one thing mister, my career.

And that dame's
a career-crusher!

Now, you find her dead
in some alley,

then you come straight
to little Virginia.

Because I'll be
your number one suspect.

But until then, bug off.

Did you learn anything?

No.

She's just a typical
little country girl,
frightened by the big city.

[bullet ricocheting]

[gun clattering]

Commissioner, wait for me,
I've got the gun.

You all right, Commissioner?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Is this the gun he used?

You in love with her?

Yes.

Enough to kill Jason Richards
for her?

Yes.

Only you didn't.

Even a piano player
couldn't miss with a gun sight
like this.

Unless he wanted to.

You mean you're not going
to arrest me?

Oh, we're going to arrest you,
all right.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

It'll give you a stiff fine
and a suspended sentence.

That's the best we can do
for you.

////[Lee singing
on record player]

// This is my life //

// Today, tomorrow //

// Love will come
and find me //

// But that's the way
that I was born to be //

// This is me //

He's here, he's pulling
into the garage right now.
Do you believe it?

Y es, I do. Will you
take that surprise

out of your voice?
It's not very flattering.

Oh look, I knew
he'd show up, honey,

I kept telling you he would,
didn't l?

I wasn't asking.

Want me to turn off
the record player?

No, I've always loved
that album. I still do.

Except for that big scratch
you put in it when you
put it on.

I was thinking
of your husband.

He's had to listen
to her all evening, probably.
He could use a rest.

Mildred could you
find another way
of phrasing that?

Okay, I'll work on it.
But right now
he's coming up the stairs.

Go on and faint again, honey.

Mildred, how did my mother
ever let me take you with us
when I got married?

Because she knew
that you needed me more
than she did. She was right.

Hi.

Hi.
Hi.

Hi, sweetheart.

How're you feeling?

Fine.
She's exhausted.

And who can blame her,
considering--

I'm fine.

// I was put on earth ////

What about you, darling?
Did you have time for supper?

You missed a wonderful meal
here tonight.

Your wife and I shared
a filet of sole
by candlelight.

Oh, so romantic.

I wish I could've made it.

I only had time
for a sandwich.

Uh-huh.

Well, it's a shame
you couldn't have been
with us.

I'd already set up
a lovely table by the fire

when you finally called.

Good night, Mildred.

Good night.

I'll just turn off
the record player.

[scratching]

Sorry.

You know, that was very
sweet of you to call, Mac.

I always call when
I'm going to be late.

Oh.

Well, how are things going
for Lee?

Everything we uncovered
points to the fact
that she killed him.

So you're convinced
she didn't, right?

Yeah, something like that.

Is she still as lovely
as she was
when you first met her?

If anything, she's lovelier.

You're so honest.
I hate that quality in you.

But she's not anywhere
near as lovely
as the girl I married.

I love that quality in you.

As long as we're
on an honesty kick,

why don't you tell me
why you never even
mentioned her before?

Why are you making
such a big thing
out of Lee Richards?

She's not the only girl
that's popped up
out of my past.

I know, but I didn't mind
all those, "Hi, Macs."

You never even remembered
any of them.

I don't think
you ever forgot Lee.

It was a long time ago, Sally.
Twelve years.

Oh, before I was born.

Yeah, robbed you right
out the cradle, didn't l?

I'm not joking.

I wasn't alive
until I met you.

Which makes me
about five years old.

Don't you dare make a remark
about that's how I'm behaving,
either.

This is very difficult for me.

Nobody is ever going to pop up
out of my past.

I don't even have a past.

You know how many
years it took me

to find a girl who could
make that statement?

[chuckling]

I love you.

Mmm.

(Enright)
From what I've learned, sir,

Ben Matthews was involved
with Jason Richards

in much more than
just the club.

He arranged women for him
and just about anything else
that he wanted.

Maybe Richards
had something on him.

Forced him into taking him
in as a partner,

forced him into
getting girls for him--

Forced him once too often?

Yeah, it's a thought.

[intercom buzzing]

Yes, Ann?

(Ann)
District Attorney
Chapman to see you, sir.

Have him come in.

Here we go.

Hello, Commissioner, Sergeant.

Hello, Bob.

How's everything
on the fourth floor?

Well, we still get
to put a few criminals
behind bars,

certainly a lot more than
when you were defending them.

Which brings us to
the Lee Richards case.

Still the same
straight-to-the-point
Scotsman.

All right,
let's talk about it.

My boys feel
they've got enough
to press for an indictment,

but you're recommending
against booking her,
and I want to know why.

Too many things about
the case I don't like.
Such as?

Well, there's no dead body
and no murder weapon.

There is a tape
of the argument

with her husband,
her missing gun,

the bloodstained button
in the trunk of the car.

That's all circumstantial,
you know that.

Come on, now.
Why don't you admit it?

You've been biased
right from the beginning.

That's a lie.

Now, come off it, Mac.

Everyone knows
she's an old friend.

It wouldn't matter if she
were a complete stranger.
This case stinks.

Then maybe you ought to resign
as Police Commissioner
and defend the case.

Personally, I think
I could take you on this one.

Maybe I should.

Might be fun,
taking this case.

That's what bothers me,
how you can defend

a cool, calculating woman

who killed her husband
with precise premeditation.

Ah, save it for the jury.

If Lee Richards is as cold
and as calculating
as you say she is,

why would she kill
her husband moments

after the elevator
operator saw her?

And, according to
the tape recorder,

the very convenient
tape recorder,

the murder was committed
in the heat of an argument,

which, of course,
throws premeditation
right out the window.

If a woman takes
a gun from her home,

sticks it in her purse,
and takes it to
a man's office,

we can presume
she premeditated the use of it

and killed him in cold blood.

Are you sure it
was premeditation?

Or was it passion?
Can't have it both ways.

I'll take it either way.
Guilty is guilty.

Now, I want an arrest.

When I have enough evidence
to warrant an arrest,
I'll make an arrest.

And then I'll let you know.

Well, you'd better
let me know soon.

Because I don't intend
to be a sitting duck
for the press

when they come screaming
for blood.

I intend to let the Mayor
and everyone else know

exactly what and who
the problem is.

And you, Sergeant?

Well, sir, there's a lot
that I don't understand
about you and Mrs. Richards.

How long you've
known her, and...

All right, I'll fill you in.

So you can have
an unbiased opinion.

I first met Lee
in my second year
at law school.

She was singing in a cabaret
near the campus.

[sighing]

Now, let's have
your unbiased opinion.

Do you think I'm wrong, too?

Yes, sir. I do.

////[Lee singing on
tape recorder]

[doorbell buzzing]

// Love is just a word,
a faint detail //

Who is it?

(Mac)
Just me.

// I've heard before //

// A dream and nothing more //

Mac, l' m so glad you' re here.

Come in.

I'll turn down this music.

I was just listening
to my latest master.

You know, it comes out
in a couple of months,

and, well, I was thinking
of adding some strings
and maybe a cello.

What do you think?

// Cries the blues //

// For only fools believe
it's true // //

Oh, l--l...

It sounds perfect
the way it is.

Ah. Well, then it's settled.

We'll print it like it is.

Mac,

I called that lawyer
you recommended.

He was very nice,

but after he went over
all the evidence

he said I'd be
a lot better off

if you were
handling the case.

Oh, it's just
an old lawyer's trick
to double the fee.

Well, I'll remember that.

Would you like a drink?

We have work to do.

Okay, Counselor,
you ask and I'll answer.

When did you first learn
that your husband
was seeing another woman?

Well, you know women, Mac.

You can't put an exact time
to a thing like this.

You just wake up one day
and you know, that's all.

Like you've always known.

Well, maybe it's the way
he didn't kiss you,

or didn't mess up your hair,
or maybe it's just the way

he didn't pat you
on the fanny, I don't know.

But, all you know for
sure is that you know.

How long ago was that?

About six months.

You waited a long time
before you confronted him
with it.

Well, I was hoping
that he'd have

his mid-forties' fling
and come back to his senses.

Did he have many affairs?

If it moved, he went after it.

Well, they weren't
anything much to him,

they were just casual affairs.

Did you ever have
a private investigator
check up on him?

Well, what good
would that have done?

I didn't want
to torture myself

with knowing who she was
and seeing her face,

and knowing where they met.

What kind of a girl
is he attracted to?

You're pursuing the theory
that he left town

with another woman,
aren't you?

I'm pursuing every theory.

That's why I want to know
what kind of a girl
he was attracted to.

Well, generally speaking,

he liked them tall,
shapely, athletic.

He liked to sail his boat.

You know, we used to do
a lot of sailing
in the old days.

Well, um, he liked them young.

Yes, I would definitely say
that it's a young girl.

Now I want to talk about
the big discrepancy.

You say the argument happened

here in your house
and not in the office.

Definitely. We argued,
but I didn't kill him.

He left home alive that night,

and Saturday he wasn't
in his office.

I'd swear to that under oath,

take a lie-detector test,
anything.

I didn't kill him, Mac,
I didn't!

That's what we're going
to prove.

I'll take that drink now.

What would you like?

Scotch.

Scotch? Nothing else?

No, Lee.

Nothing else.

Well, now that's what
I call inviting.

Gonna take all my control
not to make it a threesome.

[door opening]
But you will use control?

Wait a minute.
I hear him coming.

Get into bed, quick.
I'll whiten down your face
with some powder.

Mildred, I've told you,
I refuse to take

unfair advantage
just because I'm pregnant.

I can't stand women
who use that trick just
to hold onto their husbands.

And you know why they use it?
'Cause it works, that's why.

When he gets here,
you will keep your mouth shut.

That's a suggestion?

Hello, everybody.
Hi.

Hi.

Ooh, Mildred,
what's for dinner?

Smells good.

What's with her?

Laryngitis. I hope.

How was your day?

Hmm, fine.

[moaning]

He kicked me.
Mmm-hmm.

Poor Lee.

How did you know things
were going badly for her?

I didn't. I was just
feeling sorry for her

because she let you get away.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

(Enright)
Hello, Commissioner.
I think I've got something.

Well, sir, It seems that
a Miss Erickson always called

Mr. Richards just before
each of his business trips.

Where do we find her?

No address.

But the return phone number
was a photo studio.

You know, sir,
one of those kind

where they rent
you a camera...

(Cunningham)
Candy Erickson.

(Enright)
Wow, What a dish!

You know something,
business has dropped off

almost 25% since she left.

She really knew how to bring
out the art in a fellow.

They'd go in for
a 1 5-minute appointment,

and wind up shooting her
for hours.

Once they start, they can't
take their eyes off her.

Did she ever talk about
any of her boyfriends?

Talking to Candy
about her social life?

That's like trying to discuss
troop movements with
the Army Chief of Staff.

Although I heard lately
she's been playing house
with just one guy.

What's his name?

Well, she didn't say.

But if I know Candy,
he's a player with plenty
of dough.

When did you last see her?

Friday.

I called her house,
but there was no answer.

Is she in some kind
of trouble?

We don't know yet.

I'll tell you something.
She's unreliable.

She owes me a lot of money.

I advanced her
half a week's pay.

Could you give us
her address, please?

Also, all the photographs
of her that you can spare?

Hey, pal, I get a lot of money
for pictures of her.

But we know you're only
too happy to cooperate

with your police department,
don't we?

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

In this case,
I think he put them in.

Did Miss Erickson leave word
she was going out of town?

No, she didn't,
and it's most unusual,

because she always
likes to make sure

that I'll take care
of her mail and deliveries.

The closet's full
of clothes, sir.

Nothing to indicate
her taking a long trip.

And there are men's cosmetics
in the bathroom.

Tell me, did you ever see her
in the company of this man?

Well, it's hard to say,

because there were
so many of them.

Um, would you mind
if we looked around
a little more?

Just take your time.

Be sure the door is locked
when you leave.

What now, sir?

You try it.

Okay, now if we follow
your theory,

Jason Richards
and Candy Erickson
became lovers

and they had a hideaway
somewhere outside
of San Francisco.

Not too far away.
They used it for weekends.

Right.

There's a torn program
in here.

And a book of matches
and some tissue paper.

Check it for fingerprints.

In fact check everything
for fingerprints.

Yes, sir.

Commissioner,
I was wondering if--

[knocking on door]

[doorbell ringing]

[door opening]

What are you doing here?

That's my question.

This girl I know
gave me the key
to her apartment.

Told me to pick something up.

What?

It's personal.

You ever been
here before?
No.

That's funny, you knew exactly
where the lamp was.

In fact, you walked
right to it...in the dark.

I got good night vision.

You also have a good memory.

Matthews, if you're involved
in this case,

your club license
could be revoked,
you know that?

I'm not involved in anything.

Tell me about it.

There's nothing to tell.

I set Candy up
in this apartment
about a year ago.

We had a nice thing going.

Until Jason came along, huh?

That's right.

Jason was as dumb as I was.

He thought she was gonna
run away with him.

He told you that?

He rubbed it in.

Nothing he liked better

than to take
somebody's girl away
from them.

Believe me,
all she wanted was a career.

What did Jason have on you?

Nothing. Why?

Well, he forced you
to make him a partner,

he stole your girl out,
right from under your nose.

You might just want to see
a man like him dead, huh?

You're reaching, Commissioner.

When did you last see Candy?

About three months ago.

I told her I was tired
of picking up the tab
on this apartment.

She laughed and told me
to get lost.

I notice you still
have her key.

Is there a law against that?

No, but it could indicate
you're lying.

A girl like Candy Erickson
would have her locks changed
after she threw you out.

Okay. I've been seeing Candy
all along.

She promised as soon
as Jason got her career going
she'd get rid of him.

Did you expect to find her
here tonight?

I didn't know.

But when I heard that Richards
had been killed,

I figured the best thing
for me to do

was to make sure
nothing of mine was around.

Tell me,

do you think Candy Erickson
capable of murder?

You'd really love to put
the blame somewhere else,
wouldn't you?

Well, I'm not going to be
any help to you there.

This folk singer was appearing
in Sausalito three weeks ago

during one of Jason Richards'
long weekends.

Richards' fingerprints
are on that program.

The owner of a record company

is always looking
for new talent.

Yes, sir, but Candy
Erickson's fingerprints
are on the program also.

All right, so he brought along
a lady friend.

Now I suppose
you're gonna show me
a book of matches,

which means that
somebody likes seafood

and took a drive out
to Sausalito for dinner.

Sorry, Commissioner,
but I don't see the relevance.

You don't find it relevant
that Richards

spent long weekends
with a photo model,

and said model and Richards
are both missing
at the same time?

Suppose I do.

How does that alter
the evidence

that Lee Richards
killed her husband?

Well, we won't know that
till we cross the bridge
into Sausalito, now will we?

(Lee)
What exactly do you
want me to do, Mac?

Keep your eyes open.

See if you can spot anybody
who knew Jason.

And if we find
they did have a place

in Sausalito,
how will that help?

All we have to do
is find some evidence

that Jason was alive
on Saturday morning

and we can break the back
of Chapman's case.

And if we don't?

Sorry, I can't say
I've seen either of them.

We have a lot of
territory to cover, Fred.

Do you know where
we could rent
a couple of cars?

Sure. Two blocks up the street
and a short right.

Can you spare
three walkie-talkies?

Sure thing.

I hope you find
what you're looking for, Mac.

Wow! What a figure.

No wonder you're looking
for her.

You know, if I looked like
that I doubt if I'd be
pumping gas for a living.

Have you seen her?

No. Sure I won't do, handsome?

Thank you very much.

No, but she sure is pretty.

Did you say she was a model?

Boy, that's what I'd like
to do.

Anything to get out of here.

[inaudible]

(Sally)
You'll find something, Mac.

You're never wrong
about these things.

I didn't call about that.

I just want to know
how you're feeling.

Oh, I'm feeling terrific.

I whipped two mountain lions
and three tigers

and Mildred, all this morning.

You take it easy
on those mountain lions.

They're not as tough
as Mildred.

I know, you're right.

Mac, do you think
you're gonna be home
for dinner?

You know, I don't like
going to bed with just a
candlelit table for company.

Blow out your candles, Sally,
and take a nap.

I'll be home in time
to wake you up.

Mac,

I know that Lee is going
to come through this thing
all right.

Good-bye.

[phone clicking]

Commissioner. Nothing.

Nothing.

Mac, maybe Chapman's right.

Chapman's wrong.

Somewhere, somebody's going
to be able

to recognize a picture
of those two.

Let's keep looking.

Well, I can't say
I know them by the names

you've been using,
young fellow,

but they look like the Jays.

I showed them a few houses,

but they wanted something
a little more private.

Tell me, do you know
if they bought anything
around here?

Well now, I hear they bought
the Macintosh place.

Thank you very much, sir.

(Enright)
It's in a little cove about
five miles north of town.

I'll be parked in front.

Good work, Enright.

Did you hear that, Lee?

Y es, l' ll meet you there.

Enright, call the Sheriff
and get a search warrant.

And tell him to dig up
all the information he can
on the Jays.

Yes, sir.

I think we're in luck, sir.

The agent who sold the house
to Jason Richards

identified him and Mr. Jay
as the same person.

Have we really found them?

Kind of looks that way.

Enright, why don't you check
the boat and the dock?
We'll check the house.

Yes, sir.

Lipstick.

Is this going to be
too tough for you?

Like the man said on the ship,
"Damn the torpedoes!"

It's dated Saturday.
It's still fresh.

Could mean someone was here
over the weekend.

Oh, Mac.

There's no freezer
compartment.

Well, that's an old icebox.

Yeah, but there has to be
a freezer somewhere.

This is the frozen kind
of waffles.

Here it is.

Meat, vegetables, TV dinners.

Enough frozen food here
to last two people
for a long time.

Most of it seems
to have been bought

within the last
couple of days.

What makes you say that?

There's no frost on it.
You see?

Packages on the bottom here
are covered with it. Look.

If only we could find who sold
them this on Saturday.

Yes, it could prove that Jason

wasn't in his office
on Saturday.

Can't be in two places
at the same time.

Commissioner!

Out here.

What's wrong?

Candy Erickson.

Her body was floating
under the dock.

Well, sir, it looks like
an obvious case
of a double murder.

Yeah. Jealous wife
kills her husband
and his mistress.

Just a little too obvious,
don't you think?

Sir, the District Attorney's
office is going to press

for an indictment,
whether we like it or not.

And if anything
about Candy Erickson's
death points to Mrs. Richards,

they'll have
a prima facie case.

There's still a body missing.

And until we find Richards,
or some other answers,

the investigation is open.

Okay, sir.

Uh, what do you wanna do
about Mrs. Richards?

I'll drive her back
to the city.

I think the best thing
would be for her
to turn herself in.

Shame, pretty young girl
like that.

I'd sure like to get my hands
on the person who did it.

You can help, Fred.

Put out an APB
to apprehend Jason Richards.

Richards?
He's dead, isn't he?

Let's find out.

And lean on your coroner,
hard.

I want an A-to-Z autopsy
on that girl and I want
the results now.

I'll do what I can.
Talk to you later.

I want you question
every grocer in the area.

I have a hunch Richards
bought some eggs, milk,

and a large amount
of frozen food

sometime Saturday morning.

But the elevator operator
said he saw him

in his office
on Saturday morning.

He saw his car but
he didn't see Jason Richards.

(Lee)
We don't stand a chance, Mac.

Why not admit it?

We'd have stood
a better chance if you'd
told me everything.

I have.

No. Jason could've gotten
a divorce if that was
all he wanted.

But, no, he tried
to frame you in a murder rap,

and be willing to disappear
for the rest of his life.

He'd have to have
a pretty strong reason.

What have you got on him?

You never did miss much.

It's more than infidelity,
isn't it?

He's been embezzling money

from our company for years
to pay for his habits.

I tried looking the other way,
and it got worse.

Soon he was forging
my name on checks

and about a year ago

he sold several
hundred thousand dollars

of company stock
without authorization.

Did you tell him you could
have him thrown in jail?

Yes.

I told him he could have
his freedom

in exchange for 20 years
hard labor.

Do you think he killed her?

I don't know why he would.

To hear him tell it,
he loved her more than life.

Well, suppose he didn't
tell her about his plan
to frame you

until he'd taken her
to the cabin,

and she refused
to go along with it.

He'd already committed
himself.

He left an awful lot
of blood around,

a tape recorder
in the office.

It's too late.
He had to do it.

Possibly.

But I don't think
he has the guts
to kill a moth.

[phone ringing]

McMillan.

(man)
District Attorney Chapman

would like to speak
to you, Commissioner.

Put him on.

Yes, sir.
It's the D.A.

The Highway Patrol found
Candy Erickson's car
this morning.

Lee Richards'
22-caliber pistol

was in the glove compartment.
Her prints are on it.

Uh. There's an awful lot
of static in this area.

Would you repeat that, please?

The Highway Patrol found
Candy Erickson 's car
this morning.

Lee Richards'
22-caliber pistol
was in the glove compartment

and her fingerprints
are on it.

Let's get it over with.

We' ll meet in my office
at 4:00.

There's no longer
any doubt about it,
Commissioner.

Bullets were removed
from Candy Erickson's brain.

The ballistics tests indicate
they were fired
from Lee Richards' gun.

Where's the rest
of the autopsy report?

On its way from Sausalito.

In the meanwhile,
Mrs. Richards,

I intend to charge
you with the murder

of your husband
Jason Richards
and Candy Erickson.

Now you have the right
to remain silent.

And I warn you,
anything you say

can be used against you.

And Commissioner,
this one I'll make stick.

Hi, honey.

Hi, Mac.

Sorry I'm so late.

That's okay.

Any luck?

No luck.

How's Lee?

Beaten.

Like me.

What happened?

She's been charged
with the double murder

of her husband
and his mistress.

[sighing]

My Lord!

You're still convinced
she's innocent, aren't you?

Yeah. Which makes me unique.

You won't let her
be convicted, will you, Mac?

You're remarkable,
you know that?

Most wives would love to see
their husbands' old
girlfriends behind bars.

You really cared for her,
didn't you?

I thought I did.

Well, then you just better
go out and save her,

because I don't want
my competition

behind bars looking
romantic and unobtainable.

Move over.

All right, I'll save her.

First thing in the morning.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

(Enright)
Commissioner, you were right.

Jason was shopping
for groceries
on Saturday morning.

Yes, sir. I've got a man here

who can positively
identify him.

Is he willing
to make a statement?

Well, he's already agreed to.

We'll be in your office
in about half an hour.

Right. Sally...

Sally?

What would I ever do
without you?

That's something
you'll never know.

He stopped in about noon
or shortly after.

I remember because
my wife had just

brought lunch
and I couldn't eat

until he finished his order.

He didn't buy much.
Milk, eggs.

That was it.

And you're absolutely sure
that it was the same man?

Oh, yes, sir.
I know Mr. Jay real good.

Most of the time
when he comes in

he orders a whole mess
of frozen foods.

But not this time.

(Chapman)
Thanks very much.

We appreciate your
taking this trouble.

My pleasure.

If Jason Richards
was alive on Saturday,
who was killed in his office?

If someone was killed
in the office.

The rest of
the autopsy report, sir.

Thank you.

A copy's been placed
on your desk, sir.

Thanks, Ryan.

Of course, there's
another possibility.

Lee Richards arrived at noon
but no one saw her leave.

Jason Richards
could've arrived

at the office in the afternoon

while she was
still waiting for him.

She could've killed him
in the office,

and then she still had time
to hide the body

and get up to the cabin
and kill Candy Erickson.

Possible. Except for this.

Take a look.

"No water in the lungs,
killed instantly by
the first two bullet wounds."

I don't see anything here
to clear Lee Richards.

Look at the time of death.

According to
the autopsy report,

Candy Erickson's been dead
approximately 48 hours.

Today is Wednesday.

That means she
was killed sometime
Monday afternoon.

But Mrs. Richards
was in San Francisco
all day, Monday.

Talk about your
ironclad alibi.

I apologize, Commissioner.

Of course, with this,

all charges against
Mrs. Richards will
be dismissed.

[phone ringing]

Oh, I don't know how
to thank you, Mac.

No thanks are necessary.

Well, the paperwork's
all done, Mrs. Richards.

You're free to go.

And I want to thank you,
too, Sergeant.

Oh, well, I'm not really
so sure you should.

I mean, I really thought
that you were guilty.

Oh, well. That's all right,
they almost had me
to that point.

I'll say one thing
for the Commissioner,
though, he never wavered,

he knew you were innocent.

That's because
he knows me so well.

Oh, Mac.
Hmm.

Do you think
your wife would mind
if I kissed you goodbye?

Well, Sergeant Enright is here
to insure propriety.

I don't think she'd mind.

You don't mind that
I kissed her, do you?

Of course I don't mind.

Why should I mind?

What was it, just an innocent
peck on the cheek?

Frankly, I don't know
a woman alive

who wouldn't want
to kiss my husband.

Anyway, darling,
you know how I feel
about jealousy.

It's beneath a woman
to concern herself
with such a cheap emotion.

I don't care if she kissed you
or if she didn't kiss you.

I think you've made
your point, Sally.

Now, have you found anything
edible in there yet?

Hmm. Mayonnaise.
You want some?

Just mayonnaise?

Mmm-hmm.
Mmm.

Yeah, there's nothing there.

Let's try the freezer.

Ah, let's see. Enchiladas...

Ah, macaroni and cheese.
When did Mildred buy that?

Yesterday. Mac, if you don't
want to eat frozen food,

why don't we send out for
some of that fantastic pizza?

Yesterday.

// //[Lee singing on stereo]

// This love of mine
had no beginning //

// It has no end //

// I was an oak,
now I'm a willow //

// Now I can bend //

// And if I never in my life //

// See you again //

[doorbell buzzing]

// Still here I'll stay //

// Until it's time
for you to go //

Who is it?

// Here I'll stay //

Mac.

// Until it's time
for you to go // //

Well, l' m so glad you've come.

We didn't get a chance
to say goodbye properly,

or, hello either,
for that matter.

Jason. Have they found him?

Sit down, Lee.

Mac, you're frightening me.
What is it?

It ain't gonna work.

What are you talking about,
Mac?

The murder of your husband
and the murder
of Candy Erickson.

Oh, Mac, don't make
a bad joke. Please.

You planted two sets
of evidence.

The first,
to prove your guilt,

the second, the alibis
to prove your innocence.

By very carefully
incriminating yourself,

you made it look like
Jason had framed you.

No one, including me,
would ever suspect
you of framing yourself.

Mac, this isn't funny.

No, it isn't.

Friday night, you brought
a tape recorder home,

baiting Jason into
an argument,
and you recorded it.

When he asked you
for a divorce, you pulled
a gun on him.

He told you to put
it down and you did.

Then Jason left
for the office,
picked up Candy,

went out to Sausalito
to the cabin,

and you stayed home here
and edited the tape.

You took out the part
about putting

the gun down,
and you added gunshots

and the sound of a body
being dragged across the room.

Then the same night
you took the tape recorder
back to the office,

because you knew
that the secretary

would play it first thing
Monday morning.

Mac, I'm not going to--

Then on Saturday
you went back to the office

to make sure
the elevator boy saw you.

Then you went
back to Sausalito,

found Candy, alone,
because Jason
was at the market,

and you shot her.
Then when Jason
came back, you shot him, too.

Well, that's outrageous.
How dare you!

All that blood,

the missing button,
the ditched car,
you planted all those clues.

And then you turned me loose.

Well, that isn't true,
any of it.

I didn't kill Jason,

and I couldn't
have killed Candy.

You saw the autopsy report.

I was in San Francisco
when she was shot.

An autopsy, Lee, determines
the time of death

by the amount of decomposition

in the body at
the time of examination.

You delayed the decomposition
by placing Candy's body
in the freezer.

Then on Sunday
you took the body

out of the freezer,
dumped it in the bay,

knowing it wouldn't thaw out
in the cold water
until Monday.

A laboratory analysis
will prove

the food taken out of
the freezer

to make room for Candy's body
was refrozen,

after you dumped
the body in the bay.

That was freshly bought
frozen food.

You said so yourself.

The grocer said that Jason
didn't buy any frozen food
on Saturday.

You didn't know that
when you shot him.

That was your big mistake.

Jason's body is out there
somewhere, isn't it?

Now that we know that,
we'll find him.

You really are the best.

Of course, you needed me.

To follow up on all
those clues so quickly.

If we didn't find
Candy's body in time,

your whole plan
would have fallen apart.

Well, either way,

the object was
to have him dead.

A divorce would
have made better sense.

No. Alive, he humiliated me.

All those girls,
the cheaper the better.

You don't know what I took.

What I would have
gone on taking,

if only he hadn't said
he was leaving me.

Surely you understand.

No, Lee, I don't.

[dialing telephone]

////[Lee singing on stereo]

// You're not a dream //

// You're not an angel //

// You're a man //

// I'm not a queen //

// I'm a woman //

// Take my hand //

// We'll build a space //

// In the lives
that we planned //

// And here we'll stay //

// Until it's time
for you to go //

// Yes, we're different,
worlds apart //

// We're not the same //

// We laughed and played
at the start //

// Like in a game //

// You could've stayed
outside my heart //

// But in you came //

// And here you'll stay //

// Until it's time
for you to go //

// Don 't ask why //

// And don 't ask how //

// And don 't ask forever //

// Love me //

// Love me now //

// This love of mine
had no beginning //

// It has no end //

Sergeant Enright says
that you were brilliant.

// I was an oak //

He said that
if District Attorney Chapman
had had his way

he would have
brought Lee to trial,

and once the alibis that
she set up
had been discovered,

that she would
have been acquitted.

And he says
if that had happened,
the double jeopardy law

would have prevented her
from ever being brought
to justice.

// Still here I'll stay //

You know what
I can't figure out?

// For you to go // //

What the clue was
that got you started?

My dad always said
that it's some little clue

that leads you
to the big ones.

But I can't figure out
what that little clue was.

And neither can Sgt. Enright.

We went over all of them
very carefully.

Come on, Mac.
Give a girl some help.

What was the little clue?

I bet if you just
give me a little hint,
I could guess it.

Just a hint. One-word hint.
Just a little hint.

Let's see...

Matches.

Matches?

That's a little clue.

The ones that Sgt. Enright
found in the wastebasket?

Mmm-hmm.

Let's see,
she wanted to lead
you to Sausalito, right?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, how did you know
that the matches were a clue?

The folder was full.

Of course, nobody throws
a book full of matches
in the wastebasket.

Well, I really think
that I solved it,

because if I'd cooked
you dinner

instead of making you
take icebox luck,

you never would've
been poking around

the freezer and found
the frozen macaroni.

I guess I deserve
a lot of credit, don't l?

Mmm-hmm.

[moaning]

[chuckling]

Let's go to bed.

Do we have to turn
the fire off, first?

No, it's the kind of flame

that burns itself out.

That's the kind of old flame
that I like best.

Come on.