Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 10 - Blind Terror - full transcript
Sandra Dee is a blind mom in the desert whom Pepper is protecting. But, being the desert, Angie's also got big dark sunglasses, so when the mob shows up to grab Sandy while she's inside, they mistake one for the other, chasing Pepper into the yucca, baby in tow.
- All right.
One peep out of
you and the kid dies.
- I have told you
everything I know.
Marty's gonna die
and so is my baby.
- Fat-headed flatfoot.
I don't know any Pepper,
so I don't know where she is.
And I couldn't care less.
- Michael.
Michael.
When did you get this turkey?
They delivered it Saturday.
I haven't been able
to get it to work.
- Well, maybe you
should've called me Saturday,
'cause it's working now.
- Are you sure you know
what you're doing, Bill?
- Save me a half week's salary.
- And that's it?
- That's it.
And soap.
- Terrific.
- There we go, watch it.
- Great.
Thank you, you'd
make a good housewife.
- How about making
me a good drink?
- You deserve it.
- Make it the good
scotch this time, will you?
- Crowley.
- Holy...
- Oh my...
Oh for...
I...
I thought you said you
knew what you were doing.
- Well I'm a cop,
not a mechanic.
- Then why didn't you shoot it?
♪ I am a song and
I've waited so long ♪
♪ For someone to
come and sing me ♪
♪ Could I make you smile
when I come out in style ♪
♪ But somebody's gotta sing me ♪
♪ Now don't say I'm wrong,
I'm just moving along ♪
♪ But somebody's gotta sing me ♪
- Good.
- Is it rare enough?
- I mean her, she's
pretty good tonight.
♪ Let me fill your heart ♪
♪ The way I love to do ♪
- You know what's
good for it, Martin?
- Good for what?
- Overwork, pressure,
tax time, bless it.
A cup of Mr. Peydon's
special tea.
Make you some?
- No thanks, Emily.
It's after midnight, why
don't you call it a night, huh?
- And miss out on this overtime?
Not a chance.
What about you?
A wife and new baby waiting
at home, how are they, anyway?
- Fine.
- But you're not.
Something's wrong.
And I mean more than
Gerry's heart attack,
his dying suddenly like that.
- Yeah, there's something wrong.
There's an
accountant who's here.
- What about it?
- Two sets of books, Emily.
Double entries.
- One of Gerry's clients?
- Yeah.
- What did Mr. Peydon say?
- Well, he doesn't
know about it yet.
And I don't think we oughta
mention it to him, okay?
- Of course.
You sure about that tea?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
Give me the police.
♪ I am music ♪
♪ I wish all ♪
♪ I am music ♪
Brava, brava.
♪ Music is everywhere ♪
And I've got it.
- Here.
- For me?
- No, my Aunt Bennie.
- Oh, Art, it's fantastic.
Oh.
Oh, but I'd rather
it been with you.
I mean, Rio de Janeiro.
Nobody does that better
than me, right, right?
- You didn't miss nothing.
It rained the whole damn time.
You're welcome.
- I said it, thanks,
thanks, it's fantastic.
Shakespeare, you like, huh?
- Yeah, Lorenza, it's super.
- Mr. Morrell, for you.
- Take it.
- Phil Rance.
Yeah, he's back, he just got in.
It's the Marks woman, Peydon.
- Emily?
Yeah, Rance cabled
me about Gerry.
Too bad.
Everything okay?
What?
I asked Royster
and Styles to be here.
Well Joe's on his way,
captain, but one of his kids...
What about the other one?
- Well you see, last
night Pete freaked out
on broccoli juice.
- It was Brussels
sprouts, wasn't it?
- Correction, Brussels sprouts.
- This is a report that came
in during the night on a call.
His name is Quinn, Martin Quinn.
He's an accountant for
the Peydon Corporation.
You know it?
- Yeah.
What's his problem?
- His conscience.
It seems that some tax
ledgers that were being handled
by a senior accountant who
dropped dead of a heart attack
were given to him.
And he's come across
a set of double entries.
- Uh-huh, as in syndicate style.
- As in, that's right.
- So who's the crook?
- We don't know.
He won't give us the
name over the phone.
- That's great.
- But he did make the
duplicate of the vital facts.
You know income, narcotics,
loan sharking, the whole works,
enough to put the crook
away for a long time.
And he wants to
give us those papers.
- Where's the meet?
- At his home.
He's at the office now,
but he'll be at his
house in about an hour.
And so will you.
Who is it?
- Mrs. Quinn, it's the
police department.
Your husband's expecting us.
Mrs. Quinn?
Hi, I'm Sergeant Crowley,
this is Sergeant Anderson.
- Hello.
- May I have one of your badges?
- Sure.
- Come inside, please.
Thank you.
My husband isn't here.
- Well actually it's only
a few minutes after 12.
- No, no, Martin called.
He said he'd be here by 11:30.
And then just a few minutes ago
there was another phone call.
A man, he said, "We've
got your husband.
"And you shut up about
it and don't say anything
"to the police or we'll
throw acid in his face
"and make him blind just
like you, maybe even worse."
Oh dear God, shut up about what?
Who's got Marty?
Why?
- We can help, Mrs. Quinn,
but we need information.
- Mrs. Quinn, has your
husband said anything to you
in the past few days
about one of the companies
whose tax files he's
been working on?
- No, no, he rarely
discussed business at home.
- Had he been unusually
upset about anything.
- Well, he was tired.
He was exhausted
with all the extra work
he had to do at
the office and...
He even brought
some work home to do
at night after Mr. Ray died.
- How well did you know
Mr. Ray, Mrs. Quinn?
I mean, were you
friends, had you met him?
- No.
I spoke to him over the
phone, I took messages,
but that was about it.
- We're here to
pick up some notes,
some papers your
husband called us about.
Do you know where
they are, Mrs. Quinn?
- No.
- Is there anybody who stays
with you who might know?
- Stays with me.
Oh, you mean does someone
help me with the housework
or help me take care of my baby
and keeps me from
stumbling over chairs
and banana peels and toys.
Sergeant Crowley, I
have been blind all my life
and I've learned
to cope with it.
Even to the extent of
taking care of Michael alone.
- Mrs. Quinn...
- Sergeant, I don't
understand any of this.
I mean, I just, I
can't understand it.
- We don't understand it either,
Mrs. Quinn, but we're
gonna find out about it.
Meanwhile, Pepper,
Sergeant Anderson here,
is gonna stay with
you until we do.
We'll have a shift of detectives
covering the
outside of the house.
Yeah, this is Crowley.
We got a kidnapping here,
give me Schmidt, will you?
- Everything's
gonna be all right,
Mrs. Quinn, I promise you.
- I'm Sergeant Crowley,
I'm here to see Mr. Peydon.
- Yes, he's expecting you.
Go right on in.
- Thank you.
- And our reputation, sergeant,
is in a word impeccable.
Up until now, Mr. Peydon, maybe.
- Young man, I'm sure
this isn't the first time
you've been told
this, but I deeply...
- No, you told me on the
phone less than an hour ago.
Now let's get
down to facts, okay?
Fact, one of your accountants,
Martin Quinn, is missing.
Fact, he phoned us to
report that at least one
of your impeccable
clients was a crook
who was using
Gerald Ray to launder...
- Gerard.
- Gerard Ray to
launder his books.
Fact, I don't have to
guess that by this time,
I mean that second set
of books, is long gone,
vanished from this office
and you have no
idea who the crook is.
- But how?
All of this, how?
- How?
Obviously Ray was working
with another member of your staff.
Just how large is that staff?
- Well at this time of year
we employ at least
125 men and women.
Naturally have many other
workers in our branch officers,
San Diego, San
Francisco, Sacramento...
- Mr. Peydon, when
we spoke before,
you told me that you yourself
had given Martin Quinn
five of Ray's tax accounts
to handle after Ray died.
- That's correct.
Five corporations.
And if you must have
their names, there they are.
- Thanks.
I'll be back.
- Some place to
look for records.
- Nothing yet?
- No, and it looks like
it's gonna stay that way.
- A bunch of snails.
Hear anything from Bill?
- He phoned, they already
questioned about 20 key people
at Peydon who worked with
or around Ray and Quinn but...
- And nothing.
- No.
- Why don't you go
inside and take a break?
- Is our friend talking?
- Not yet, but he will.
- Michael, no, no, baby.
I know you miss daddy.
Oh, Michael, I miss daddy too.
He'll be home soon, sweetheart.
He'll be home soon.
Oh wait, sweetheart.
Oh, sh, come on,
baby, go to sleep.
Daddy will be home soon.
Daddy will be home
soon, honey, yes.
Daddy will be home soon.
Yes he will, angel.
Yes he will.
Yes...
Yes?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I heard the baby crying.
- Sergeant Anderson,
come in please.
I really didn't feel like
being alone tonight.
Tonight's really a
very special night.
Our seventh anniversary.
- How did you meet each other?
- Through his mom.
She passed away last September,
but about eight years ago
she was in an auto accident
and lost her eyesight.
And when the
hospital released her,
she came to the
school for the blind
where I was volunteering,
giving lessons in braille.
- And then, wow, he saw you.
- I guess you could
say wow is the word.
Well, we met, we got
to know one another.
I don't know why Marty
picked me, but, well he did.
He proposed.
He said, "Come live with me
"and help me
find the true light.
"I love you, please love me."
Marty...
- That's beautiful.
Do you want me to get that?
It might be Sergeant Crowley.
Please.
- Hello?
Yes, yes, Bill.
Yes, everything's all right.
Scotch, bourbon,
come on, name it.
- I don't want anything.
- Hey look, it's a
hot, muggy night.
A nice, cool, misty drink.
Come on, name it.
Gin, huh?
Maybe a few juniper berries
will loosen you up a little bit.
Hey, Denver, fix Mr. Quinn
here a nice, cool gin and tonic
with a twist, the
neck of a lemon.
- The neck of a lemon.
You got it.
I said I don't want
anything to drink.
- Yeah, and you've been
saying since this morning
you don't remember anything
about a phone call to the cops.
Don't you remember any,
how do you put it,
duplicate records?
Isn't that how you
put it, Mr. Quinn?
No.
You don't know anything.
What happened, somebody
shove an eraser up your nose
into that CPA brain?
No.
You know absolutely nothing,
but your little wife
knows a lot, doesn't she?
Guy's got something big
to tell, he tells it to the cops.
But before that he tells
the old lady right, man?
She knows nothing about this.
- Here.
- Take it.
Come on, take it.
- No.
No doctor, Rance.
Yeah, then you know what to do.
Blind?
Then that should make
it much easier, right?
- Are you gonna just
keep standing there?
I'm getting lonely.
And I could use a
drink before showtime.
You can eliminate these
three corporations, right?
- As far as intelligence
can tell, they're all legal.
- Peydon's impeccables.
Which leaves us with
Bowder Incorporated.
- That's Henry Bowder.
Also known as Hank Bo.
- The mob.
Yeah, their front's a chain
of those fast
food joints, right?
- Now you got it, Crowley.
- And Arthur Morrell,
the syndicate.
Their fronts, what does he
have, five, six supermarkets?
- Six, one a block
from my house.
My wife swears by
their fruit and vegetables.
Eh, what are you gonna do?
- Well, our money's on Morrell.
- How much?
- 300 bucks.
- Oh what do you
got, three friendlies?
- Two, William,
it's called inflation.
It hits the street people the
same as all the rest of us.
- Yeah okay, what do you got?
- Friendly One, Morrell
was seen a couple
of times a few weeks
ago in the company
of the late Mr. Ray at
a club where a girlfriend
of Morrell's used to sing.
- Used to sing?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, well she switched clubs.
We don't know which one yet.
- Friendly Two, three
of Morrell's soldiers
left town suddenly
yesterday on a job,
possibly like after they
pulled a job, like a kidnapping.
- Left town, huh?
That's great.
- Here you go.
Yeah.
It taste pretty good?
How about if I fix
you something, Marie?
- No thank you, Pepper,
I'm not very hungry.
Besides, I've got all
this ironing to finish.
- Could I help you with that?
- Oh no, I've been
doing it for years.
And besides, I've
just got to keep busy.
- Well, how about, Michael,
let's you and I go outside
and soak up a
little sunshine, huh?
Here we go.
Oh, I think you ate too much.
Okay, I'll take
him out for awhile.
- Mrs. Quinn,
everything all right?
- Sergeant, there's
some coffee there
on the stove if you'd like it.
- Oh no thanks, maybe later.
This humidity, it's
really something today.
Guess we're in for a storm.
You are heavy.
- Rain check on
that coffee, okay?
- Sure.
Thanks.
- Here we go.
Yeah, again, wee.
Ah, oh, you are heavy,
do you know that?
You're wearing out my biceps.
Yeah, that's these.
I think I have worked
you into a nap.
Shall we go in?
I could steal one too.
Come on.
Ah.
- All right.
One peep out of
you and the kid dies.
So they think Sergeant
Anderson is me.
- Yes, and we're
gonna have to let 'em go
if they're gonna pretend being.
It's the only way right now.
Look, Officer Russo
will stay here with you.
- To do what?
Protect me?
Oh, Sergeant Crowley, I am here.
I'm in my own backyard
touching and feeling things
I know right here.
It's my husband and
my baby they have.
- I understand that, Marie,
and we're trying very hard
to get him back to you
as soon as possible.
- So, when, I mean how soon?
Don't you ever get
tired or embarrassed,
disgusted with being so
soothing, so assurable?
What happened?
What went wrong?
What with all this police
protection, with all of your eyes.
- Step up.
Again.
One more time.
One step here.
Well, home sweet home.
Sort of.
You can take your
dirty hands off me now.
- The lady made
a request, dummy.
You know, Mrs. Quinn, I figured
you'd be something special.
- Where is he?
- What with a good-looking
and husband and all like that.
- Where is he?
- But my expectations didn't...
- What?
Where is he?
- Ah yes, that's a
very natural question.
I agree with that,
yes indeed I do.
Concerned wife worried
about whereabouts
of good-looking if punk spouse.
But first I'd like to
ask a little question.
What about the
papers, where are they?
- I don't know anything
about any papers.
- You know, Mrs. Quinn,
they say if the blind shall
lead the blind, quite often
they'll fall into the sewer.
At least that's what my
Sunday school teacher
used to preach to us.
Now look, I want
you to understand that
I don't get a big
pleasure out of doing this.
I mean I don't like
being cooped up here.
It's a beautiful place,
yes, but it's the desert,
and I hate the desert.
But I'm working for a man
who doesn't appreciate
my just digging a lot
of holes in the sand
when he's expecting some
rock bottom information.
So where are those records?
- I told you, I don't know
anything about any records.
- Okay, okay, let's just
say you took a little trip
out to the desert and you're
gonna visit with your husband.
Would you like that?
- Yes.
- Oh okay.
Okay, right here.
Quinn, you got company, Quinn.
Quinn, your wife's here.
And your kid.
It's reunion time, Quinn,
and a little talking time.
Quinn.
Quinn.
- Michael.
- Quinn.
Quinn, come on.
Hey, Quinn, come on.
- Quinn?
I knew a Frankie Quinn once
back in Cleveland, sergeant.
His old man was an
undertaker who used to sing
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
when he was fixing his stiffs.
Good tenor voice.
- It's Martin Quinn, Morrell,
and he lives here,
not in Cleveland.
He works for Peydon, he worked
with your accountant there, Ray.
- Yeah, Gerry.
Heart, went just like
that, and no history.
I mean, this Quinn
guy, what about him?
- You don't know?
- I ask something, it
means I don't know.
- I wanna know where he is.
Him, his wife, his son.
Well, they've been kidnapped.
- Whoa, banging.
No, never mind.
To hell with it, I'll say it.
You're starting to accuse me
of something right, Crowley?
You come waltzing in here
without any kind of proof,
then you start throwing
words around like kidnapping,
expect me to get down on my
hands and knees and confess?
Is that it?
To what?
- Up till five days ago, my
client was in South America
on a business trip
for over two weeks.
- I know all about that.
I also know...
- You know, you know,
what do you know, Crowley?
Know this, Crowley,
and know it good,
if you don't get out of
here in the next 30 seconds,
I'm gonna pick up that
phone and make waves
with friends down at city
hall that'll drown you, Crowley.
Drown you.
Now move it.
- We met before, pal.
We'll be meeting
again, you know that.
Is he bothering you?
Who?
The dummy over there snoring.
- No.
- You know, I'm looking at you.
Can you feel my eyes on you?
You know something, Mrs. Quinn,
you really are a
beautiful woman.
A lot of guys tell you that?
Tell me something...
- I already told you, I know
nothing about any papers.
- Oh those, look those can wait.
It'll take a little time, but
you'll remember, right?
Hey, what's it like to
make love in the dark, huh?
You know, the
totally black dark.
Tell me about that, huh?
- Keep away from me.
- Look, just tell me about it.
You see, I done a lot of
reading about lovemaking
and darkness and all that.
You know that
Tristan and Isolde,
they used to make
love in the total dark.
Imagine that?
Well because her husband,
he used to like to go hunting,
and he'd go off after supper.
Imagine a thing like that now.
Rance, come here.
- Denver, take
her upstairs, huh?
And you're sure?
- I'm very sure.
Well then, what do
we do with the body?
- Well, I guess we'll
have to bury him
out in the desert tomorrow.
I better call Morrell.
Rotten storm, it's
as dead as he is.
♪ Darling, why
should you cling ♪
♪ To some faded thing ♪
♪ That used to be ♪
♪ If you can forgive ♪
♪ Don't worry ♪
♪ About ♪
♪ Me ♪
Got your message.
I don't sign
autographs for cops.
- Maybe you sing for 'em.
Your friend, Morrell, he's
hiding out some friends of mine.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- What it sounds like.
- What's it got to do with me?
- You might end up being
an accessory to all this.
- As what?
- You don't know?
- No.
- You know, I can arrange
for you to talk
into a little machine
that picks up on no
when it might be yes.
I can also arrange to have
you meet some witnesses
who saw you with
Morrell and Gerard Ray
at that other joint
you worked at
talking about your
boyfriend's taxes,
books, stuff like that.
I can arrange that.
- You filth.
- I can get even filthier.
Now you tell me where Morrell
might be holding my friends.
- He won't know about this?
- No.
- Swear on somebody's grave?
- Four cops, friends of mine
he's had dusted
through the years.
- I'm not sure.
- Try.
Just try.
Where?
- Anything?
Maybe.
We gotta contact all
sheriff's departments
between here and the border.
- I have told you
everything I know.
Marty's gonna die
and so is my baby
and I can't do
anything about it.
- No, your husband
said that he had made up
a duplicate set of records.
They gotta be
here in this house.
- Look, I've said it before,
we never discuss business.
It was kind of a
rule we had here.
He never told me anything.
- Marie, I know I
got the right man.
Now if I can just
get to Morrell,
I know I can make him
tell me where Pepper
and your husband
and the baby are.
But you gotta help me, Marie,
you gotta help me,
you understand that?
What is that?
- It's a machine
for writing braille.
I heard it one night
when Marty couldn't sleep.
- Well, he used this machine?
- Well, when his
mother lost her eyesight,
he learned how to use it.
- Marie, if he copied
something in braille,
where would he put it?
What are these?
- These are just some letters
he wrote me when he was away.
Contingency factor.
Amortization.
Accountability.
No, wait a minute,
these are new.
I've never read these before.
- Is there an identifying
mark, a name?
- You have no right to make
this kind of an accusation.
- Read that.
That's a transcript of
his crooked record books.
Now you tell me where Pepper is
before I tear off your head
and shove it down your throat.
- Get your hands off of
me you fat-headed flatfoot.
You got nothing on me.
You know no dummy paper's
gonna stand up in court.
I don't know any Pepper,
so I don't know where she is,
and I couldn't care less.
- Sergeant.
- Now you tell me where she is.
- Sweepo, get in here.
Breathing, but that's about it.
- Well, where's the
woman and the kid?
- I don't know, I'm gonna
check the bedroom.
You should get the
dune buggy started.
Yeah, but she's blind.
- Dummy, that was all an act.
If she can see good
enough to take Rance out,
she can find the highway.
Get moving.
- All right,
sweetheart, it's okay.
- Well, we got her now.
- You go around the back.
I'll drive her right
into your arms.
- Okay.
- All right, hold it.
Get your face in the sand.
And make a move
and you're dog meat.
- Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
- Pepper.
Pepper.
- My leg is broken, I think.
- You're kidding.
- Guess who gets
to carry us off this hill.
Pink daisies, 'cause
they're your favorites.
- They're lovely.
Thank you, Bill.
- You're welcome.
How do you feel?
Okay.
- Hey I'm right, aren't I?
I mean, these
are your favorites.
- Well, I mean they're
not my favorites,
but they're beautiful.
It's the thought that counts.
- What is your favorites?
- The sweet peas.
- Well it's a lot more than
the thought that counts.
You know how expensive
those things are?
- Yeah, I do.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
I got some good news for you.
Pete and Joe have
volunteered to do all your reports.
- Who volunteered them?
- I did.
- Good.
- And Morrell has copped
to everything but murder.
They'll probably charge
him with being an accessory.
- And what about Rance?
- You know, you put
quite a ding in his gourd.
He's got amnesia, he
can't remember a thing.
Hi, Marie.
- Pepper.
- Hi, Marie, Bill Crowley.
- Sergeant Crowley.
I wanted to come by
and thank you myself.
- I'm sorry about your husband.
- It's all right.
- Is there anything we can do?
- Oh no, no.
Michael and I will be just fine.
I'm gonna go back
to teach braille.
Pepper, how's your leg?
- Oh, all it did was a
clean break, luckily.
Could I hold
Michael for a minute?
- Oh sure.
- Hey, come here, big fella.
Hey, how are you?
- Hey, Michael.
Sure is cute, isn't he?
- Yeah.
- He's good-looking
enough to be a cop.
One peep out of
you and the kid dies.
- I have told you
everything I know.
Marty's gonna die
and so is my baby.
- Fat-headed flatfoot.
I don't know any Pepper,
so I don't know where she is.
And I couldn't care less.
- Michael.
Michael.
When did you get this turkey?
They delivered it Saturday.
I haven't been able
to get it to work.
- Well, maybe you
should've called me Saturday,
'cause it's working now.
- Are you sure you know
what you're doing, Bill?
- Save me a half week's salary.
- And that's it?
- That's it.
And soap.
- Terrific.
- There we go, watch it.
- Great.
Thank you, you'd
make a good housewife.
- How about making
me a good drink?
- You deserve it.
- Make it the good
scotch this time, will you?
- Crowley.
- Holy...
- Oh my...
Oh for...
I...
I thought you said you
knew what you were doing.
- Well I'm a cop,
not a mechanic.
- Then why didn't you shoot it?
♪ I am a song and
I've waited so long ♪
♪ For someone to
come and sing me ♪
♪ Could I make you smile
when I come out in style ♪
♪ But somebody's gotta sing me ♪
♪ Now don't say I'm wrong,
I'm just moving along ♪
♪ But somebody's gotta sing me ♪
- Good.
- Is it rare enough?
- I mean her, she's
pretty good tonight.
♪ Let me fill your heart ♪
♪ The way I love to do ♪
- You know what's
good for it, Martin?
- Good for what?
- Overwork, pressure,
tax time, bless it.
A cup of Mr. Peydon's
special tea.
Make you some?
- No thanks, Emily.
It's after midnight, why
don't you call it a night, huh?
- And miss out on this overtime?
Not a chance.
What about you?
A wife and new baby waiting
at home, how are they, anyway?
- Fine.
- But you're not.
Something's wrong.
And I mean more than
Gerry's heart attack,
his dying suddenly like that.
- Yeah, there's something wrong.
There's an
accountant who's here.
- What about it?
- Two sets of books, Emily.
Double entries.
- One of Gerry's clients?
- Yeah.
- What did Mr. Peydon say?
- Well, he doesn't
know about it yet.
And I don't think we oughta
mention it to him, okay?
- Of course.
You sure about that tea?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
Give me the police.
♪ I am music ♪
♪ I wish all ♪
♪ I am music ♪
Brava, brava.
♪ Music is everywhere ♪
And I've got it.
- Here.
- For me?
- No, my Aunt Bennie.
- Oh, Art, it's fantastic.
Oh.
Oh, but I'd rather
it been with you.
I mean, Rio de Janeiro.
Nobody does that better
than me, right, right?
- You didn't miss nothing.
It rained the whole damn time.
You're welcome.
- I said it, thanks,
thanks, it's fantastic.
Shakespeare, you like, huh?
- Yeah, Lorenza, it's super.
- Mr. Morrell, for you.
- Take it.
- Phil Rance.
Yeah, he's back, he just got in.
It's the Marks woman, Peydon.
- Emily?
Yeah, Rance cabled
me about Gerry.
Too bad.
Everything okay?
What?
I asked Royster
and Styles to be here.
Well Joe's on his way,
captain, but one of his kids...
What about the other one?
- Well you see, last
night Pete freaked out
on broccoli juice.
- It was Brussels
sprouts, wasn't it?
- Correction, Brussels sprouts.
- This is a report that came
in during the night on a call.
His name is Quinn, Martin Quinn.
He's an accountant for
the Peydon Corporation.
You know it?
- Yeah.
What's his problem?
- His conscience.
It seems that some tax
ledgers that were being handled
by a senior accountant who
dropped dead of a heart attack
were given to him.
And he's come across
a set of double entries.
- Uh-huh, as in syndicate style.
- As in, that's right.
- So who's the crook?
- We don't know.
He won't give us the
name over the phone.
- That's great.
- But he did make the
duplicate of the vital facts.
You know income, narcotics,
loan sharking, the whole works,
enough to put the crook
away for a long time.
And he wants to
give us those papers.
- Where's the meet?
- At his home.
He's at the office now,
but he'll be at his
house in about an hour.
And so will you.
Who is it?
- Mrs. Quinn, it's the
police department.
Your husband's expecting us.
Mrs. Quinn?
Hi, I'm Sergeant Crowley,
this is Sergeant Anderson.
- Hello.
- May I have one of your badges?
- Sure.
- Come inside, please.
Thank you.
My husband isn't here.
- Well actually it's only
a few minutes after 12.
- No, no, Martin called.
He said he'd be here by 11:30.
And then just a few minutes ago
there was another phone call.
A man, he said, "We've
got your husband.
"And you shut up about
it and don't say anything
"to the police or we'll
throw acid in his face
"and make him blind just
like you, maybe even worse."
Oh dear God, shut up about what?
Who's got Marty?
Why?
- We can help, Mrs. Quinn,
but we need information.
- Mrs. Quinn, has your
husband said anything to you
in the past few days
about one of the companies
whose tax files he's
been working on?
- No, no, he rarely
discussed business at home.
- Had he been unusually
upset about anything.
- Well, he was tired.
He was exhausted
with all the extra work
he had to do at
the office and...
He even brought
some work home to do
at night after Mr. Ray died.
- How well did you know
Mr. Ray, Mrs. Quinn?
I mean, were you
friends, had you met him?
- No.
I spoke to him over the
phone, I took messages,
but that was about it.
- We're here to
pick up some notes,
some papers your
husband called us about.
Do you know where
they are, Mrs. Quinn?
- No.
- Is there anybody who stays
with you who might know?
- Stays with me.
Oh, you mean does someone
help me with the housework
or help me take care of my baby
and keeps me from
stumbling over chairs
and banana peels and toys.
Sergeant Crowley, I
have been blind all my life
and I've learned
to cope with it.
Even to the extent of
taking care of Michael alone.
- Mrs. Quinn...
- Sergeant, I don't
understand any of this.
I mean, I just, I
can't understand it.
- We don't understand it either,
Mrs. Quinn, but we're
gonna find out about it.
Meanwhile, Pepper,
Sergeant Anderson here,
is gonna stay with
you until we do.
We'll have a shift of detectives
covering the
outside of the house.
Yeah, this is Crowley.
We got a kidnapping here,
give me Schmidt, will you?
- Everything's
gonna be all right,
Mrs. Quinn, I promise you.
- I'm Sergeant Crowley,
I'm here to see Mr. Peydon.
- Yes, he's expecting you.
Go right on in.
- Thank you.
- And our reputation, sergeant,
is in a word impeccable.
Up until now, Mr. Peydon, maybe.
- Young man, I'm sure
this isn't the first time
you've been told
this, but I deeply...
- No, you told me on the
phone less than an hour ago.
Now let's get
down to facts, okay?
Fact, one of your accountants,
Martin Quinn, is missing.
Fact, he phoned us to
report that at least one
of your impeccable
clients was a crook
who was using
Gerald Ray to launder...
- Gerard.
- Gerard Ray to
launder his books.
Fact, I don't have to
guess that by this time,
I mean that second set
of books, is long gone,
vanished from this office
and you have no
idea who the crook is.
- But how?
All of this, how?
- How?
Obviously Ray was working
with another member of your staff.
Just how large is that staff?
- Well at this time of year
we employ at least
125 men and women.
Naturally have many other
workers in our branch officers,
San Diego, San
Francisco, Sacramento...
- Mr. Peydon, when
we spoke before,
you told me that you yourself
had given Martin Quinn
five of Ray's tax accounts
to handle after Ray died.
- That's correct.
Five corporations.
And if you must have
their names, there they are.
- Thanks.
I'll be back.
- Some place to
look for records.
- Nothing yet?
- No, and it looks like
it's gonna stay that way.
- A bunch of snails.
Hear anything from Bill?
- He phoned, they already
questioned about 20 key people
at Peydon who worked with
or around Ray and Quinn but...
- And nothing.
- No.
- Why don't you go
inside and take a break?
- Is our friend talking?
- Not yet, but he will.
- Michael, no, no, baby.
I know you miss daddy.
Oh, Michael, I miss daddy too.
He'll be home soon, sweetheart.
He'll be home soon.
Oh wait, sweetheart.
Oh, sh, come on,
baby, go to sleep.
Daddy will be home soon.
Daddy will be home
soon, honey, yes.
Daddy will be home soon.
Yes he will, angel.
Yes he will.
Yes...
Yes?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I heard the baby crying.
- Sergeant Anderson,
come in please.
I really didn't feel like
being alone tonight.
Tonight's really a
very special night.
Our seventh anniversary.
- How did you meet each other?
- Through his mom.
She passed away last September,
but about eight years ago
she was in an auto accident
and lost her eyesight.
And when the
hospital released her,
she came to the
school for the blind
where I was volunteering,
giving lessons in braille.
- And then, wow, he saw you.
- I guess you could
say wow is the word.
Well, we met, we got
to know one another.
I don't know why Marty
picked me, but, well he did.
He proposed.
He said, "Come live with me
"and help me
find the true light.
"I love you, please love me."
Marty...
- That's beautiful.
Do you want me to get that?
It might be Sergeant Crowley.
Please.
- Hello?
Yes, yes, Bill.
Yes, everything's all right.
Scotch, bourbon,
come on, name it.
- I don't want anything.
- Hey look, it's a
hot, muggy night.
A nice, cool, misty drink.
Come on, name it.
Gin, huh?
Maybe a few juniper berries
will loosen you up a little bit.
Hey, Denver, fix Mr. Quinn
here a nice, cool gin and tonic
with a twist, the
neck of a lemon.
- The neck of a lemon.
You got it.
I said I don't want
anything to drink.
- Yeah, and you've been
saying since this morning
you don't remember anything
about a phone call to the cops.
Don't you remember any,
how do you put it,
duplicate records?
Isn't that how you
put it, Mr. Quinn?
No.
You don't know anything.
What happened, somebody
shove an eraser up your nose
into that CPA brain?
No.
You know absolutely nothing,
but your little wife
knows a lot, doesn't she?
Guy's got something big
to tell, he tells it to the cops.
But before that he tells
the old lady right, man?
She knows nothing about this.
- Here.
- Take it.
Come on, take it.
- No.
No doctor, Rance.
Yeah, then you know what to do.
Blind?
Then that should make
it much easier, right?
- Are you gonna just
keep standing there?
I'm getting lonely.
And I could use a
drink before showtime.
You can eliminate these
three corporations, right?
- As far as intelligence
can tell, they're all legal.
- Peydon's impeccables.
Which leaves us with
Bowder Incorporated.
- That's Henry Bowder.
Also known as Hank Bo.
- The mob.
Yeah, their front's a chain
of those fast
food joints, right?
- Now you got it, Crowley.
- And Arthur Morrell,
the syndicate.
Their fronts, what does he
have, five, six supermarkets?
- Six, one a block
from my house.
My wife swears by
their fruit and vegetables.
Eh, what are you gonna do?
- Well, our money's on Morrell.
- How much?
- 300 bucks.
- Oh what do you
got, three friendlies?
- Two, William,
it's called inflation.
It hits the street people the
same as all the rest of us.
- Yeah okay, what do you got?
- Friendly One, Morrell
was seen a couple
of times a few weeks
ago in the company
of the late Mr. Ray at
a club where a girlfriend
of Morrell's used to sing.
- Used to sing?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, well she switched clubs.
We don't know which one yet.
- Friendly Two, three
of Morrell's soldiers
left town suddenly
yesterday on a job,
possibly like after they
pulled a job, like a kidnapping.
- Left town, huh?
That's great.
- Here you go.
Yeah.
It taste pretty good?
How about if I fix
you something, Marie?
- No thank you, Pepper,
I'm not very hungry.
Besides, I've got all
this ironing to finish.
- Could I help you with that?
- Oh no, I've been
doing it for years.
And besides, I've
just got to keep busy.
- Well, how about, Michael,
let's you and I go outside
and soak up a
little sunshine, huh?
Here we go.
Oh, I think you ate too much.
Okay, I'll take
him out for awhile.
- Mrs. Quinn,
everything all right?
- Sergeant, there's
some coffee there
on the stove if you'd like it.
- Oh no thanks, maybe later.
This humidity, it's
really something today.
Guess we're in for a storm.
You are heavy.
- Rain check on
that coffee, okay?
- Sure.
Thanks.
- Here we go.
Yeah, again, wee.
Ah, oh, you are heavy,
do you know that?
You're wearing out my biceps.
Yeah, that's these.
I think I have worked
you into a nap.
Shall we go in?
I could steal one too.
Come on.
Ah.
- All right.
One peep out of
you and the kid dies.
So they think Sergeant
Anderson is me.
- Yes, and we're
gonna have to let 'em go
if they're gonna pretend being.
It's the only way right now.
Look, Officer Russo
will stay here with you.
- To do what?
Protect me?
Oh, Sergeant Crowley, I am here.
I'm in my own backyard
touching and feeling things
I know right here.
It's my husband and
my baby they have.
- I understand that, Marie,
and we're trying very hard
to get him back to you
as soon as possible.
- So, when, I mean how soon?
Don't you ever get
tired or embarrassed,
disgusted with being so
soothing, so assurable?
What happened?
What went wrong?
What with all this police
protection, with all of your eyes.
- Step up.
Again.
One more time.
One step here.
Well, home sweet home.
Sort of.
You can take your
dirty hands off me now.
- The lady made
a request, dummy.
You know, Mrs. Quinn, I figured
you'd be something special.
- Where is he?
- What with a good-looking
and husband and all like that.
- Where is he?
- But my expectations didn't...
- What?
Where is he?
- Ah yes, that's a
very natural question.
I agree with that,
yes indeed I do.
Concerned wife worried
about whereabouts
of good-looking if punk spouse.
But first I'd like to
ask a little question.
What about the
papers, where are they?
- I don't know anything
about any papers.
- You know, Mrs. Quinn,
they say if the blind shall
lead the blind, quite often
they'll fall into the sewer.
At least that's what my
Sunday school teacher
used to preach to us.
Now look, I want
you to understand that
I don't get a big
pleasure out of doing this.
I mean I don't like
being cooped up here.
It's a beautiful place,
yes, but it's the desert,
and I hate the desert.
But I'm working for a man
who doesn't appreciate
my just digging a lot
of holes in the sand
when he's expecting some
rock bottom information.
So where are those records?
- I told you, I don't know
anything about any records.
- Okay, okay, let's just
say you took a little trip
out to the desert and you're
gonna visit with your husband.
Would you like that?
- Yes.
- Oh okay.
Okay, right here.
Quinn, you got company, Quinn.
Quinn, your wife's here.
And your kid.
It's reunion time, Quinn,
and a little talking time.
Quinn.
Quinn.
- Michael.
- Quinn.
Quinn, come on.
Hey, Quinn, come on.
- Quinn?
I knew a Frankie Quinn once
back in Cleveland, sergeant.
His old man was an
undertaker who used to sing
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
when he was fixing his stiffs.
Good tenor voice.
- It's Martin Quinn, Morrell,
and he lives here,
not in Cleveland.
He works for Peydon, he worked
with your accountant there, Ray.
- Yeah, Gerry.
Heart, went just like
that, and no history.
I mean, this Quinn
guy, what about him?
- You don't know?
- I ask something, it
means I don't know.
- I wanna know where he is.
Him, his wife, his son.
Well, they've been kidnapped.
- Whoa, banging.
No, never mind.
To hell with it, I'll say it.
You're starting to accuse me
of something right, Crowley?
You come waltzing in here
without any kind of proof,
then you start throwing
words around like kidnapping,
expect me to get down on my
hands and knees and confess?
Is that it?
To what?
- Up till five days ago, my
client was in South America
on a business trip
for over two weeks.
- I know all about that.
I also know...
- You know, you know,
what do you know, Crowley?
Know this, Crowley,
and know it good,
if you don't get out of
here in the next 30 seconds,
I'm gonna pick up that
phone and make waves
with friends down at city
hall that'll drown you, Crowley.
Drown you.
Now move it.
- We met before, pal.
We'll be meeting
again, you know that.
Is he bothering you?
Who?
The dummy over there snoring.
- No.
- You know, I'm looking at you.
Can you feel my eyes on you?
You know something, Mrs. Quinn,
you really are a
beautiful woman.
A lot of guys tell you that?
Tell me something...
- I already told you, I know
nothing about any papers.
- Oh those, look those can wait.
It'll take a little time, but
you'll remember, right?
Hey, what's it like to
make love in the dark, huh?
You know, the
totally black dark.
Tell me about that, huh?
- Keep away from me.
- Look, just tell me about it.
You see, I done a lot of
reading about lovemaking
and darkness and all that.
You know that
Tristan and Isolde,
they used to make
love in the total dark.
Imagine that?
Well because her husband,
he used to like to go hunting,
and he'd go off after supper.
Imagine a thing like that now.
Rance, come here.
- Denver, take
her upstairs, huh?
And you're sure?
- I'm very sure.
Well then, what do
we do with the body?
- Well, I guess we'll
have to bury him
out in the desert tomorrow.
I better call Morrell.
Rotten storm, it's
as dead as he is.
♪ Darling, why
should you cling ♪
♪ To some faded thing ♪
♪ That used to be ♪
♪ If you can forgive ♪
♪ Don't worry ♪
♪ About ♪
♪ Me ♪
Got your message.
I don't sign
autographs for cops.
- Maybe you sing for 'em.
Your friend, Morrell, he's
hiding out some friends of mine.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- What it sounds like.
- What's it got to do with me?
- You might end up being
an accessory to all this.
- As what?
- You don't know?
- No.
- You know, I can arrange
for you to talk
into a little machine
that picks up on no
when it might be yes.
I can also arrange to have
you meet some witnesses
who saw you with
Morrell and Gerard Ray
at that other joint
you worked at
talking about your
boyfriend's taxes,
books, stuff like that.
I can arrange that.
- You filth.
- I can get even filthier.
Now you tell me where Morrell
might be holding my friends.
- He won't know about this?
- No.
- Swear on somebody's grave?
- Four cops, friends of mine
he's had dusted
through the years.
- I'm not sure.
- Try.
Just try.
Where?
- Anything?
Maybe.
We gotta contact all
sheriff's departments
between here and the border.
- I have told you
everything I know.
Marty's gonna die
and so is my baby
and I can't do
anything about it.
- No, your husband
said that he had made up
a duplicate set of records.
They gotta be
here in this house.
- Look, I've said it before,
we never discuss business.
It was kind of a
rule we had here.
He never told me anything.
- Marie, I know I
got the right man.
Now if I can just
get to Morrell,
I know I can make him
tell me where Pepper
and your husband
and the baby are.
But you gotta help me, Marie,
you gotta help me,
you understand that?
What is that?
- It's a machine
for writing braille.
I heard it one night
when Marty couldn't sleep.
- Well, he used this machine?
- Well, when his
mother lost her eyesight,
he learned how to use it.
- Marie, if he copied
something in braille,
where would he put it?
What are these?
- These are just some letters
he wrote me when he was away.
Contingency factor.
Amortization.
Accountability.
No, wait a minute,
these are new.
I've never read these before.
- Is there an identifying
mark, a name?
- You have no right to make
this kind of an accusation.
- Read that.
That's a transcript of
his crooked record books.
Now you tell me where Pepper is
before I tear off your head
and shove it down your throat.
- Get your hands off of
me you fat-headed flatfoot.
You got nothing on me.
You know no dummy paper's
gonna stand up in court.
I don't know any Pepper,
so I don't know where she is,
and I couldn't care less.
- Sergeant.
- Now you tell me where she is.
- Sweepo, get in here.
Breathing, but that's about it.
- Well, where's the
woman and the kid?
- I don't know, I'm gonna
check the bedroom.
You should get the
dune buggy started.
Yeah, but she's blind.
- Dummy, that was all an act.
If she can see good
enough to take Rance out,
she can find the highway.
Get moving.
- All right,
sweetheart, it's okay.
- Well, we got her now.
- You go around the back.
I'll drive her right
into your arms.
- Okay.
- All right, hold it.
Get your face in the sand.
And make a move
and you're dog meat.
- Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
- Pepper.
Pepper.
- My leg is broken, I think.
- You're kidding.
- Guess who gets
to carry us off this hill.
Pink daisies, 'cause
they're your favorites.
- They're lovely.
Thank you, Bill.
- You're welcome.
How do you feel?
Okay.
- Hey I'm right, aren't I?
I mean, these
are your favorites.
- Well, I mean they're
not my favorites,
but they're beautiful.
It's the thought that counts.
- What is your favorites?
- The sweet peas.
- Well it's a lot more than
the thought that counts.
You know how expensive
those things are?
- Yeah, I do.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
I got some good news for you.
Pete and Joe have
volunteered to do all your reports.
- Who volunteered them?
- I did.
- Good.
- And Morrell has copped
to everything but murder.
They'll probably charge
him with being an accessory.
- And what about Rance?
- You know, you put
quite a ding in his gourd.
He's got amnesia, he
can't remember a thing.
Hi, Marie.
- Pepper.
- Hi, Marie, Bill Crowley.
- Sergeant Crowley.
I wanted to come by
and thank you myself.
- I'm sorry about your husband.
- It's all right.
- Is there anything we can do?
- Oh no, no.
Michael and I will be just fine.
I'm gonna go back
to teach braille.
Pepper, how's your leg?
- Oh, all it did was a
clean break, luckily.
Could I hold
Michael for a minute?
- Oh sure.
- Hey, come here, big fella.
Hey, how are you?
- Hey, Michael.
Sure is cute, isn't he?
- Yeah.
- He's good-looking
enough to be a cop.