The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 4, Episode 12 - The Cat's Paw - full transcript
(theme music playing)
(classical music playing)
(distant applause)
(low chatter)
Oh, Mike.
I don't want to have any
of that imitation lemonade.
Hey, neither do I.
(sighs)
Now, you all right?
I was just thinking
of "Musetta's Waltz."
That has to be my favorite aria.
Yeah, for me, it's "Addio."
Well, that's the best
moment in the fourth act.
Third act.
Now, wait a minute, Mike.
I practically had
to drag you here.
Now you tell me,
after all these years,
you're an opera buff?
(chuckles)
Well, I guess there
are some things
that people don't know about me.
I guess I should
try to find out.
Uh, pardon me, sir.
- Were you in seat L-22?
- Yes, I was.
Well, there's a
phone call for you
from the police department.
You can get it on
that phone if you'd like.
Never fails.
Lieutenant Stone.
It's for you.
(chuckles)
Sorry. Old habits.
I left word, too.
Inspector Martin.
Yes, Dave.
Well, what's the address?
Right.
All right, I'll be
there in about, um,
ten minutes.
It's my cat burglar case.
We'll get him this time.
- I'll get a cab.
- No.
No, no, not at
all. I'll take you.
Come on.
Let's get our coats.
(chuckling): Thank you.
Lieutenant, you transfer
over from Burglary?
Nope, busman's holiday.
Inspector Martin's
in charge of this one.
- Irene Martin, Burglary.
- Yes, ma'am.
These are the residents
Mr. and Mrs. Davis.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
Can you give us a
rundown on what happened?
Well, we've already
told the officer here.
Uh, we got back
early from the theater,
and when my wife
went to put her jewelry
in the desk safe,
it... it was open.
- Cleaned out.
- Hmm.
Can you describe what's missing?
Well, I had about $1,000,
and my wife had
some other jewelry.
We'll have to check the list
in the safe-deposit box
at the bank to be positive.
Well, I'd appreciate
it if you could get
that information to
us as soon as you can.
- Sure.
- No service entrance?
No, the building
has 24-hour security,
and there's no way
in from the street.
Okay.
Finish up your report
and get a copy to me
as soon as you
can in the morning.
Yes, ma'am.
Door has been jimmied, right?
Mm-hmm.
Your man looks like a real pro.
Hardly a scratch.
Well, he's a pro all right.
My cat never leaves
any fingerprints.
Let's see, about
ten stories down
and, uh, two floors up,
and there's no fire escape
on this side of the building.
Well, what does he
do, use a helicopter?
Almost.
How would you like to take
a little stroll under the stars?
- On the roof?
- Mm-hmm.
This is our date.
Good.
Let me use your
flashlight, will you?
Yes, sir.
MARTIN: Mike, that's where
he must have started... up there...
And rappelled down
to this roof here.
And the study windows
are about here somewhere.
Now, I'll bet he
found a way to anchor
a-a-a wire or a rope to
these pipes right here,
and then pulled a wire
across through here.
See now?
Come-come here.
Now, he had the
wire on the pipes,
and then he went
across... (grunts)
I guess I'd better stop reading
those old Wonder Woman comics.
I ought to know that I
can't see in the dark.
Sure.
I must look over
those study windows.
Look, Mike, right here...
This is where he went over.
A birdman, that's what he is.
Comes and goes like a phantom.
He never leaves me
a single thing to go on.
You sound like a fan.
Maybe I am.
Sooner or later he's
going to make a mistake.
Oh, Mike, I'm sorry
about the opera, but,
well, I'm gonna be stuck
here most of the night.
We're together, aren't we?
Under the stars.
(chuckles softly)
And you're some
date, Lieutenant.
Here you go, sunshine.
Hey, not so loud.
You'll wake me up.
Told you not to
go out with cops.
They keep you out late.
That's what I keep
telling all your girlfriends.
I'm up late, but I'm not out.
Ooh.
I hope your tip is
as hot as this coffee.
So far it's been a bust.
You want to call it quits?
No, sir.
No, siree.
I want O'Cora more than
I want my beauty sleep.
I'll tell you that.
You saw the mutilated
body, didn't you?
Yeah.
Took him three hours to die.
Listen, are you sure
that that rust bucket
is the only one
shipping out today?
Yeah, guy I talked to
said he's got to forge
the maritime papers for it.
Oh, boy, there ought to
be a law against stakeouts,
especially at the break of dawn.
(motorcycle engine buzzing)
STONE: There he is.
O'Cora.
All right, hold it, O'Cora.
(motorcycle engine starts)
(tires squealing)
♪♪
You're just a born
show-off, Mike.
Get up there.
Boy, you haven't made
that for a long time.
Well, it's too much
trouble for one.
(groans) Ooh!
JEANNIE: Oh, oh...
- Here, wait a minute.
- Gosh!
- Here, put this ice on it.
- (blowing)
- No, it's okay.
- Oh, come on.
- I'm all right, it's o...
- Put the ice on it.
Okay, okay, put the ice on it.
(Jeannie sighs)
Dad, what's the matter with you?
We've cooked
special dinners before.
I've never seen you so nervous.
Well, this one's different.
Irene is kind of, uh... well...
She's more than
a friend, I know.
Well, she's... not
like your mother, but...
well, she's... pretty special.
Well, I figured as much.
When you don't talk
a lot about a woman,
you think a lot of her.
(stirring)
(chuckles) You know
your mother taught me
to make this sauce the
first year we were married?
I feel kind of funny
making it for Irene.
Dumb, huh?
Look, you can't be
a bachelor forever.
I've always had you.
(chuckling): Oh, well,
that's not quite the same
thing, and you know it.
But I'll tell you something...
I'm really glad you
have Irene now.
(doorbell rings)
- Here.
- Oh.
- Hi.
- Hi.
(door opens)
Did you have a nice evening?
Very.
Jeannie gave it her best shot.
She brought out
all the antiques:
silver, china,
crystal, everything.
(laughs) I noticed.
I thought it was supposed to
be a casual dinner at home.
Why all the fuss?
Well, you were the
guest, and, um...
Ah-ah-ah-ah, Mike.
Oh, uh, what's going on?
Irene, there are some
things I'm not very good at.
Name one.
Proposing.
(sighs)
Well?
Well, uh, I'd like
to have some time.
I'd like to think about it.
Oh, sure, take all
the time you want.
Yes.
Well, I guess I can't say
that you kept me
dangling on a string, can I?
No.
And there's something
else you don't do very well.
What's that?
Propose and drive
at the same time.
That's my house back there.
(tires screech)
- (both laughing)
- You are something else.
MARTIN: Whoa!
(tires screech, horn beeps)
I talked to Jeannie;
she said you were here.
Your, uh, cat
burglar struck again.
This time he killed somebody.
Looks like it could have
been a full Magnum load.
I don't know why they pay me
when they have you
around, Lieutenant.
- Never mind all that.
- Do you want to run the autopsy, too?
That's enough. How
long has she been dead?
Oh, two, 2½ hours.
Mm-hmm.
KELLER: There we go.
Yeah, lady's name
was Naomi Greenwood
and that's her sister
there... Mrs. Bell.
- I talked to the neighbors.
- MARTIN: I know how difficult
- this is for you, Mrs. Bell.
- The people across the hall
- didn't hear anything, no shots.
- But do you have any idea
where her husband
might be reached?
Jero-Jerome is in Los
Angeles at a sales meeting
and he usually stays
at the Bel Air Hotel.
I tried calling him
earlier, but he wasn't in.
Steve, will you see
if you can reach him?
Oh, you can use the
phone in my apartment.
Thank you.
Well, what have you got?
Not much.
Her jewelry box has been rifled.
And Mrs. Bell doesn't know
what her sister kept
in the apartment.
Well, it looks like
Mrs. Greenwood went
to the mayor's charity ball
tonight, came home early,
and your cat burglar shot her.
How did you know about the ball?
There was a ticket
stub in her purse.
Oh, and her wallet is missing.
Oh.
What's wrong?
Well, my cat burglar
wouldn't take a wallet.
Well, everything
else checks out.
Empty apartment, marks
on the roof, jimmied window,
no clues, exact M.O.
I know, I know, but he's
never killed anybody before.
I just don't believe he would.
Well, maybe he was
never interrupted before.
Yeah, there's no answer
in the Greenwoods' room,
so I left a message.
What's wrong here?
Oh, we're just having a
slight difference of opinion.
I know my man; he's no killer.
There has to be
a first time, right?
Mike, it's not him.
There's just too much
here that's wrong.
STONE: Like what?
Well, I don't know yet.
Neither do I yet.
So why don't you take
care of the robbery,
and Steve and I will
follow up on homicide?
All right?
All right.
MARTIN: Mr. Greenwood
is on his way here from L.A.
We couldn't reach him,
but we'll question him
as soon as he gets in.
- Yeah, come in.
- You wanted to see me?
Go ahead, Mike, sit down.
(Stone sighs)
- Coffee?
- Uh, no, no, thanks.
Now, the Greenwood murder.
I think you need a
little more help, Mike.
Looks like the murderer
is the same cat burglar
that Martin's been working on,
and since she knows more
about him than anyone else,
I want you two to
work together on it.
Well, I-I have a partner,
and we're working on a
pretty tough case right now.
Oh, Keller can wrap up the
details on the O'Cora case.
And when he's done, he
can link up with you again.
Until then you two are a pair.
Greenwood must pay a
thousand a month for this address.
Yeah, didn't buy him
much security, did it?
You don't seem to be very
happy that we're working together.
Oh, no, it has nothing
to do with you, Irene.
It's the O'Cora case; Steve
and I sweated on that one.
There's a lot more work involved
before we can put him away.
Okay, I know it's an
important case for you,
but my cat burglar is
just as important to me,
and I worked as hard and
as many long hours on it.
Is that why you asked
him for a transfer?
I didn't ask him; he asked me.
Oh, Mike, look, I know you're
used to working with Steve,
and, uh, if you'd rather go
back with him on the case, it's...
No, no, wait a minute now.
We have our orders, haven't we?
Is it because we know
each other so well?
Sometimes people can't
see each other at night
and work well together all day.
It's like being double married.
We're not married yet, are we?
(chuckles)
MAN: I just spoke to
her yesterday morning.
She told me that she
was going to the ball.
She enjoyed things
like that, you know.
Mr. Greenwood,
I'm terribly sorry,
but we're going to have to
ask you some more questions.
Go on.
Do you know of anyone who
had a grudge against your wife?
Of course not.
That sort of thing doesn't
happen anymore, does it?
You'd be surprised.
Was your wife
seeing anybody else?
No.
Why do you ask that?
Well, most murders are
committed by someone
the victim knew.
But I was told it
was a cat burglar.
You were told right.
He is the most likely suspect.
Irene.
Uh, have you any
idea what's missing?
I haven't had much time to
think about that sort of thing,
but our insurance
man has a complete list.
Well, Mr. Greenwood,
when you check later,
would you let us know if
there's anything else missing
besides the jewelry?
(phone rings)
Excuse me, that phone has
been ringing ever since I got in.
Hello.
Yes.
Yes, I would like for you and
Ted to help with the funeral.
I'm not very good
at that sort of thing.
Thanks, I appreciate that, Judy.
I think that'll be all for now.
Thank you.
(door opens)
(door closes)
A multimillion-dollar crime
lab and all they can tell us is
".32 slug from an automatic
with rifling to the left."
No, we found out
something else, too. Here.
We found out that
your cat burglar
didn't kill anybody
else with that gun,
especially not in the Bay Area.
Here, try one of these.
- No, no, no, no.
- They're not too hot.
- They're really good.
- I don't think we're looking
for the same man.
You know, you said that.
Mike, I love you, but
I think you're wrong.
It's the little things...
They don't fit.
Mrs. Greenwood's
wallet... Chicken feed to him.
And murder is stupid.
My man is, uh, clever
and too sophisticated.
You know, you
actually admire him.
Oh, look, I've been
working on this case
for three solid months.
I couldn't know him
better if I lived with him.
I could be jealous if I
were the jealous type.
Irene.
Ah, thank you.
Your clever, sophisticated
cat burglar looks
like a murderer to me,
and I am going to get him.
That's why I need all your
stakeout teams pulled off.
But you can't!
I've had those men out
there every night for two weeks
in the best apartment
houses, penthouse roofs...
Well, I need them reassigned
to check out all the
pawnshops and the fences.
He never fences or pawns any
of the jewelry he's ever stolen,
at least not in the same town.
It's not his pattern.
He's already broken his
pattern by killing someone.
Now, I want all those
men reassigned now.
All right.
I'll get them on it.
(tires screech)
(horn honks)
Ah-ah-ah, yeah, yeah,
you holding out on me, huh?
- Yeah, what do you mean by that?
- What do I mean by that?
I just talked to Jeannie
on the telephone.
How come I got
to hear it from her
that you two are tying
the little knot, yeah?
We have to see
how things work out.
If you'll excuse me, I have
to notify some stakeout teams
they have new assignments.
Well, if you were gonna
turn in your credentials
as a card-carrying bachelor,
I couldn't think of a
better lady to do it with.
Yeah.
Well, what's wrong?
Being a bachelor all
those years, I don't know.
Maybe I'm not
ready for marriage.
Oh, yeah, you're just gonna
miss all those nights alone
eating meals on
the run. (chuckles)
Oh, come on, I didn't mean that.
When we're on a date,
everything is fine, lovely, beautiful.
Once we get into here... I
don't know, maybe it's my fault.
I just don't know how
to handle the situation.
Well, you could learn.
I'm a slow study, remember?
Well, Irene seems to be
a very understanding lady.
Why don't you talk to her?
You know, that's a
good idea. I'll do just that.
Do you have the report
on the O'Cora case?
Yeah, but I thought you
were gonna talk to Irene first.
I'm going to work my way
up to that this afternoon.
But right now I want the
file on the O'Cora case.
Yes, sir.
Why haven't you
pulled those teams in?
(Martin sighs)
Because I haven't had time.
I've been going over
some of this new information
from Chicago and
New York. I just...
I just got through chewing
out the fellas for not reporting in.
Mike, listen, listen,
there's a pattern here,
a series of unsolved
cat burglaries
exactly the way our man works.
I want to show...
I'm only concerned with
one case at the moment...
Ours, yours and mine.
Now let's get on it.
(sighs)
Hollister? This is
Inspector Martin.
I won't be needing those
stakeout teams tonight,
but I would like them to start
covering all of the pawnshops
and known fences in town.
Right.
(door slams)
MAN: Sure, I was surprised
when he brought the stuff in.
It's obviously
quality. So is this one.
Well, they fit the I.D. photos
the insurance company had
of the Greenwoods'
jewelry, but it,
it doesn't quite tally.
There's a man's blue
tigereye ring missing.
Did you sell it already?
(scoffs) That stuff
wasn't in here an hour
before your officers were
in here asking about it.
You want to see my sales book?
No, no, no.
Can you describe the
man who brought them in?
Of course I can; he goes
by here every afternoon.
Maybe he kept the
ring. I never saw it.
Well, weren't you
a little suspicious
when what he had was this good?
Inspector, you'd be surprised
at the stuff that comes
in here legitimately.
I want to see the
tickets on these.
I got it right here.
Now, uh, here we go.
I don't know about the name,
but the address is phony.
Lieutenant, before
you jump all over me,
I can tell you exactly
where you can find this guy.
And where is that?
Where he is every afternoon,
the bar down the block.
I knew it, I really knew it.
The only time I find
something good,
the only time...
How about being
a little more specific
and telling us where and
when you found them, Pinch?
I knew it.
Uh, I was down by the Bay.
You know, I-I go
down there mornings.
I, uh, I check out
the, the outlet pipes.
You know, you
find things like, uh,
pens, watches, you know, stuff.
But this morning
it was different?
Well, I-I went down
there about 10:00.
I, uh, I poked around some,
and then I saw this, uh,
this-this rag, this bundle,
and I opened it up,
and there they were.
Just the jewelry?
Well, uh...
No, there wa... there was...
there was a wallet there.
There was only
eight dollars in it.
I took the money and...
I threw the wallet away.
What about a man's
ring, a blue tigereye?
Was no ring.
I missed something, didn't I?
I-I-I knew it. I missed
something, didn't I?
I'll get a man over there to
check out the place with Pinch.
That ring might still be there.
I knew it.
There's an antique jewelry
exhibit in the west wing.
How about it?
Jewelry?
I thought we promised each other
we wouldn't talk
about the case tonight.
Have I even mentioned it?
Mm-hmm, yes, you did.
Back there in the Egyptian room.
That's all you talked about
was the tigereye rings.
(sighs) I thought I
was rather subliminal.
Well, let's see, what about, uh,
medieval weapons?
Oh, look, Irene...
- (chuckles) -My head
is full of culture right now,
but right here I'm
empty, really empty.
So how about going out
and getting a nice midnight
snack before I take you home?
Oh.
Mike, you're going
to have to change.
Suppose I don't want to change?
Well, we all change.
I hope we never stop.
Well, how about you
changing your mind
about the cat burglar
being a murderer?
Because he's not.
Anybody that good
doesn't carry a weapon.
Besides, if he did get caught,
he wouldn't kill anybody.
Well, maybe he
panicked when he saw her.
He went to Greenwood's desk,
opened the drawer, pulled
out a gun, and he shot her.
(gasps)
Was that Greenwood's gun?
Could be.
He called me just
before I left the office.
He said he was checking around.
He found out the gun
was missing from his desk.
So, he says it's a.32.
It's never been fired.
We've been here all this time,
and you waited until now
to tell me about the gun.
I didn't want to spoil your fun.
No, no, no, you were just
waiting for the right moment
- to prove me wrong.
- Oh, come on.
You had to be right,
- didn't you, Mike?
- What are you talking about?
Now, you know
me better than that.
Look, Irene, this
is just one case,
one little case.
I thought it was our case,
Mike, yours and mine.
But you never once really
listened to my theory, did you?
No, you were just
determined to prove
there was only one way,
your own narrow, plodding way.
- Plodding?
- Is that the way it's going to be with us?
- Did you say I was plodding?
- You called it, Mike.
And you're the boss,
at least on this job.
Irene... I'll call a cab.
You don't have to call a cab.
I thought you
had a date tonight.
Couldn't get the
Greenwood case off my mind.
Thought I'd go over it again.
Well, you could have taken
care of it in the morning.
What are you doing
here at midnight?
That gun was registered
to him, wasn't it?
Yeah.
(whistles)
So what happened,
have a little fight?
The cat burglar case.
You know, Irene...
she's a sharp,
efficient, darn good cop.
But, boy, is she stubborn.
Yeah, thank God
you're so understanding.
Well, at least I know
when to back off
and take an objective
look at a case.
Oh, yeah, just like, uh,
like with the Malagetty
murder, the Curtis case...
Two classic examples
of dead-end leads
and you thought you were right.
I didn't say I was
perfect. I'm not.
And neither is Irene.
(phone rings)
Homicide. Stone.
I got it.
(groans) That cat burglar again.
(indistinct radio transmissions)
We'd just gotten
in from the ballet.
My husband heard a
noise up in the bedroom.
He went up.
There was a shot,
and he just fell over.
I, uh, I ran up after him,
but the room was dark.
I couldn't see the
man who shot him.
Excuse me, this
is Inspector Martin,
she's with the burglary detail,
and, uh, she works with me.
What have you got?
Same M.O. as the last time.
But you were sure it was a man?
Oh, yes, definitely.
I-I just got a glimpse
of him, but, uh...
I couldn't give you
any idea of his age
or height or anything.
It had all happened so quickly.
Yeah, Mrs. Tyrell, I'm really
sorry about all these questions.
We're almost finished,
just a couple more.
Uh, do you keep a lot of
money and jewelry here?
No, we keep very little money.
We use credit cards.
And, uh,
our business manager
pays all the bills by check.
We just keep $20 or $30
for small expenditures.
And what about jewelry?
I checked what I had here.
I made a-a list for you.
It's mostly costume jewelry.
It's not even insured.
The-the diamond ring, of
course, is quite valuable.
But, um, with little or no light
and Ted walking in on him,
I'm sure he didn't have
time to be selective.
Thank you very much.
If we have any more questions,
why, we'll get in
touch with you.
Look, I can finish up here
if you, uh, want to split.
(clears throat)
Here, I think you
should handle this.
All right.
I'm sorry.
I should have
tried to reach you.
But the phone rang,
Steve was there,
and we just rolled
out like we always do.
I'm used to getting
things secondhand.
Mrs. Tyrell must
be very efficient.
This list is, uh,
quite detailed.
Maybe she's a list maker.
Some people are.
Oh, Mike,
why don't we
forget the argument?
The hardest thing
in the world to say
has to be, "I'm
sorry, it was my fault."
I am, and it was.
It takes two to tango
and two to argue.
- Truce.
- Truce.
JEANNIE: Now, this one
would be beautiful on you.
Simple lines and a
really elegant material.
Listen, why don't we just go in
and take a look at
some of the models?
MARTIN: I'd like to,
Jeannie, but not right now.
Let's have some lunch 'cause
I got to get back to the office.
I-I'm sorry, did I
upset you somehow?
Oh, no, of course not.
(chuckles) I'd love to
go shopping with you
to look for some gowns,
but it-it's just that I've...
I've got this case on my mind.
You know, Dad keeps
saying the same thing.
You know, working with
Mike has made me see
some things in both of us
that I'm not quite
sure I can handle.
Well, you won't normally
be working together.
You have to live together.
When you come home
tired and mad at the world
because some old lady
had her social security check
ripped off on her
way to the market or,
or a young kid OD'd and there's
not a lot you can do about it,
you still have to live together.
So I hit O'Cora with
everything we had on him.
He cracked. Then
I talked to the D.A.,
and he thinks we got
enough to beat him.
- Welcome home.
- Thank you, sir.
I want you to get on
the Greenwood case
- as fast as you can.
- Okay.
- Check ballistics for me, will you?
- Right.
- Come in.
- Mike,
I think I finally found our man.
The overseas reports that
I asked for finally came in.
A man using the exact M.O.
was caught in London in 1969.
Every detail was the same.
James Gillis.
He served a four-year term
and was released
on good behavior.
Dropped out of sight after that.
But he is suspected
of being the cat burglar
who's pulled dozens of
jobs in the biggest cities
all over the world.
He's a real pro.
- Just that one arrest?
- That's it.
Well, how'd he get busted?
The owner of the
apartment came home early
and surprised him
burglarizing the place.
Gillis gave up
without a struggle.
Could be.
Look at it... Complete
description, photos...
That man had to
case those apartments.
And someone had to see him...
A doorman, a maintenance
man, somebody.
There's one other angle
we ought to check out.
Where does he get
his target information?
Mike, the society columns
don't tell you who's going
to a charity ball or whatever.
They tell you who's been.
Yeah, none of the
victims were mentioned
in the society column
before they were hit.
I checked on that.
Say, um, what's your angle?
Limousine service.
All the society people use them,
but I can't seem
to, uh, tie it all in.
Pretty good idea.
We'll start right there.
Steve, I want you to run
this through for a positive I.D.
Look at the mug shots.
He may have changed since 1969.
Anything else?
No, no, no.
Irene and I will
do the footwork.
MAN: Yeah, yeah, it looks
as if it could be Jim Henry.
How old did you
say this picture was?
1969.
How long has this
man worked for you?
Five months.
I-I'd have to check
it to make sure,
but that's, uh, pretty close.
Is there anything
unusual about him?
Well, he knows cars real well.
He's, uh, got a lot of class.
But, uh, in my business
that's not unusual;
it's expected.
MARTIN: Well, I
have a list of the events
that your company's
been servicing
for the last three months.
Can you find out if, uh,
this man Henry
worked those nights?
Hmm.
I, uh, I can't be
sure until I check,
but, uh, yeah, it's
more than likely.
See, stuff like this, I
put on my best men,
and they're the best.
Matter of fact, they're going
to work their shift tonight.
♪♪
♪♪
(soft thuds)
(soft clicking)
(door sliding open)
STONE: All right, drop it.
(clanging)
Police.
It's a setup.
I don't work with a gun.
You knew the victims
wouldn't be home
because you were chauffeuring
them to social events.
Would it be asking
too much, Lieutenant,
to begin your summation?
I'm rather tired.
Well, it won't be long.
They're pulling your
apartment to pieces right now.
So long as they
don't steal anything.
Where's the gun?
I told you, I don't use a gun.
I-I've never even had one.
Well, what about these?
Do you recognize
anything in them?
(sighs)
This diamond set isn't bad.
It's overly insured.
Pearl pendant's about right.
This ring is very low quality.
Is it the blue tigereye?
It's a man's ring.
Did you take it for yourself?
My dear lady, have you
taken a look at my jewelry?
Patek Philippe watch,
first quality emerald studs,
a discreet diamond ring.
Look, I didn't steal this stuff
and I didn't commit murder.
There's been enough information
printed in the newspapers
for anyone to have
copied my technique.
- Sekulavich...
- (Martin sighs)
show him our best
quality bracelets.
Well, I got to tell you,
I don't buy your David
Niven for either murder.
Thank you, well, we're
back to scratch, aren't we?
Looks that way.
KELLER: Yeah, Mike.
Yes, what?
Ballistics just
gave out the word.
The same gun that killed
Mrs. Greenwood got Mr. Tyrell.
Same gun?
It's an inside
job, it's got to be.
Greenwood?
It's his gun; he could
read the newspaper,
make it look like
the cat burglar.
And you couldn't reach him for
hours after his wife was killed.
(sighs) Well, L.A.
is 60 minutes away.
He could have been
there and back again.
Okay, but we
don't have a motive.
Wait a minute, I've got one.
Maybe it's too obvious,
but let me try it and see.
One wife, one husband are dead.
That means it leaves one
wife, one husband to carry on.
Well, how did you come by that?
Oh, I'd love to say woman's
intuition, but I'd be lying.
Remember when we were
questioning Greenwood
and he got that telephone call?
He mentioned two
names... Ted and Judy.
Edward Tyrell and his
wife Judith, that's right.
Could be.
Come on, let's
talk to Greenwood,
maybe we can break him.
And I'd like another
shot at Mrs. Tyrell.
You got it.
Go ahead and push her hard.
(sighs)
I don't have to explain my
movements to you, Lieutenant.
I've already explained them.
The hotel said that you
checked in on schedule
the day your wife was murdered,
but we couldn't
reach you for hours.
I make a lot of telephone
calls in my business, Lieutenant.
If you'll check my hotel
bill, you will find that I made
about 15 long-distance
calls that evening.
Then I told the switchboard
not to put any calls through
until after the 11:00
sales conference.
Now, let me ask
you something else.
All your wife's
jewelry was found
except for a
man's tigereye ring.
Was that yours?
Yes, it was.
I didn't wear it very often.
It wasn't of any great value.
I suppose the thief
could have thrown it away.
Well, now, that's funny
because all the expensive stuff
was thrown away but that ring.
Well, the hotel record
verifies what he said
except three of these calls were
made to the Tyrells' residence.
Yes, that's right.
I called Ted.
No, I don't think so.
Mr. Tyrell was out that
evening; we checked on that.
I think you probably
talked to Mrs. Tyrell.
STONE: And somewhere in
that time, someone took your gun
and shot your wife.
Now, if it wasn't
you... All right.
I should have told
you about this before.
It's only a suspicion.
I don't know.
I think you and Mrs. Tyrell
were seeing each other,
that one of you couldn't
get out of your marriage.
Now, how's that for openers?
That's close enough.
She gave me the tigereye ring.
And she was going
to get a divorce.
(sighs)
My wife began to be suspicious
about what was going on.
Then she wouldn't have it.
I-I wanted to believe that she
had been killed by the thief,
and then Judy began to be
insistent about my marrying her
as soon as her
divorce came through,
and finally I said no.
Then Ted was killed.
It had to be Judy.
Say, Irene went to question
her, I told her to push her.
How did she get
into the apartment?
She had a key.
We met there sometimes.
It's busy.
You keep trying.
Bring him down to headquarters.
KELLER: Right.
Bye.
I'm sorry.
You were saying something
about having good news?
Yes, I, uh, think
we found your ring.
That's the, uh, let's see,
the blue tigereye ring, isn't it?
No, my ring is the
diamond cocktail ring.
(chuckling): Oh,
that's right, I'm sorry.
- (chuckles)
- The blue tigereye is
a man's ring.
Well, here's your
list; it's very detailed.
You must have been quite
calm when you made this out
with your husband
lying dead upstairs.
Inspector, I had to do
something to stay calm
so I could help the police.
(chuckles)
I don't see what this
has to do with finding
my jewelry.
Well, I want to be absolutely
sure about this tally.
I understand that you
keep most of your things
in the security vault
downstairs in the
manager's office.
Let's go down there, shall we?
All right, I'll get the key.
I should make you get
a search warrant for this.
Well, I can have one brought
over in, uh, a half an hour.
That won't be necessary.
Both the missing
rings will be there.
(Martin sighs)
You couldn't, uh, throw
away the diamond ring...
It was too expensive...
And the tigereye...
Had sentimental value.
Shall we go?
Locked.
Slide in over behind the wheel.
Hurry up!
Now go.
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
Oh!
(siren wailing)
Drop it.
(grunting)
Drop it.
(grunting)
Aah!
(tires screeching)
(siren wailing)
Aah!
(both grunt)
Are you all right?
(panting): Yeah.
What took you so long?
Heroes are supposed
to arrive on time.
Well, maybe I'm
not the hero type.
Well, I'll make an exception.
This is your collar, isn't it?
You bet it is.
(siren wailing)
No, no, no.
Everyone is fine,
no one was hurt.
How about you?
(over phone): Not a scratch.
(sighs) Okay.
Listen, I've got
some steaks thawed.
Why don't you bring
Irene home for dinner?
Well, uh, you know, I
think she's busy tonight.
Maybe some other night.
(over phone): I'll be
home in about an hour.
About an hour... see you then.
Good-bye.
Arrest reports... everything's
tied up nice and neat.
Judith Tyrell gave us
a complete confession.
Well, then, that makes
us both right, doesn't it?
Judith confessed and,
uh, your cat burglar
was charged with theft.
You've always called
him, uh, "my cat burglar."
Jealous?
Not jealous?
I just don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
(chuckles)
Me either.
You, too?
Well, you said it once.
We're a couple of old workhorses
and we're both,
uh, kind of, uh...
set and stubborn in our ways.
Trouble is, I respect
you and I love you,
but I'm not one bit
sure I can live with you.
I feel the same way.
And I don't want to lose you.
Too selfish?
Nope, it's just about right.
(chuckles)
Because I don't want
to lose you either.
That's what friends are for.
(laughing): Okay.
(laughing)
Okay, friend.
(classical music playing)
(distant applause)
(low chatter)
Oh, Mike.
I don't want to have any
of that imitation lemonade.
Hey, neither do I.
(sighs)
Now, you all right?
I was just thinking
of "Musetta's Waltz."
That has to be my favorite aria.
Yeah, for me, it's "Addio."
Well, that's the best
moment in the fourth act.
Third act.
Now, wait a minute, Mike.
I practically had
to drag you here.
Now you tell me,
after all these years,
you're an opera buff?
(chuckles)
Well, I guess there
are some things
that people don't know about me.
I guess I should
try to find out.
Uh, pardon me, sir.
- Were you in seat L-22?
- Yes, I was.
Well, there's a
phone call for you
from the police department.
You can get it on
that phone if you'd like.
Never fails.
Lieutenant Stone.
It's for you.
(chuckles)
Sorry. Old habits.
I left word, too.
Inspector Martin.
Yes, Dave.
Well, what's the address?
Right.
All right, I'll be
there in about, um,
ten minutes.
It's my cat burglar case.
We'll get him this time.
- I'll get a cab.
- No.
No, no, not at
all. I'll take you.
Come on.
Let's get our coats.
(chuckling): Thank you.
Lieutenant, you transfer
over from Burglary?
Nope, busman's holiday.
Inspector Martin's
in charge of this one.
- Irene Martin, Burglary.
- Yes, ma'am.
These are the residents
Mr. and Mrs. Davis.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
Can you give us a
rundown on what happened?
Well, we've already
told the officer here.
Uh, we got back
early from the theater,
and when my wife
went to put her jewelry
in the desk safe,
it... it was open.
- Cleaned out.
- Hmm.
Can you describe what's missing?
Well, I had about $1,000,
and my wife had
some other jewelry.
We'll have to check the list
in the safe-deposit box
at the bank to be positive.
Well, I'd appreciate
it if you could get
that information to
us as soon as you can.
- Sure.
- No service entrance?
No, the building
has 24-hour security,
and there's no way
in from the street.
Okay.
Finish up your report
and get a copy to me
as soon as you
can in the morning.
Yes, ma'am.
Door has been jimmied, right?
Mm-hmm.
Your man looks like a real pro.
Hardly a scratch.
Well, he's a pro all right.
My cat never leaves
any fingerprints.
Let's see, about
ten stories down
and, uh, two floors up,
and there's no fire escape
on this side of the building.
Well, what does he
do, use a helicopter?
Almost.
How would you like to take
a little stroll under the stars?
- On the roof?
- Mm-hmm.
This is our date.
Good.
Let me use your
flashlight, will you?
Yes, sir.
MARTIN: Mike, that's where
he must have started... up there...
And rappelled down
to this roof here.
And the study windows
are about here somewhere.
Now, I'll bet he
found a way to anchor
a-a-a wire or a rope to
these pipes right here,
and then pulled a wire
across through here.
See now?
Come-come here.
Now, he had the
wire on the pipes,
and then he went
across... (grunts)
I guess I'd better stop reading
those old Wonder Woman comics.
I ought to know that I
can't see in the dark.
Sure.
I must look over
those study windows.
Look, Mike, right here...
This is where he went over.
A birdman, that's what he is.
Comes and goes like a phantom.
He never leaves me
a single thing to go on.
You sound like a fan.
Maybe I am.
Sooner or later he's
going to make a mistake.
Oh, Mike, I'm sorry
about the opera, but,
well, I'm gonna be stuck
here most of the night.
We're together, aren't we?
Under the stars.
(chuckles softly)
And you're some
date, Lieutenant.
Here you go, sunshine.
Hey, not so loud.
You'll wake me up.
Told you not to
go out with cops.
They keep you out late.
That's what I keep
telling all your girlfriends.
I'm up late, but I'm not out.
Ooh.
I hope your tip is
as hot as this coffee.
So far it's been a bust.
You want to call it quits?
No, sir.
No, siree.
I want O'Cora more than
I want my beauty sleep.
I'll tell you that.
You saw the mutilated
body, didn't you?
Yeah.
Took him three hours to die.
Listen, are you sure
that that rust bucket
is the only one
shipping out today?
Yeah, guy I talked to
said he's got to forge
the maritime papers for it.
Oh, boy, there ought to
be a law against stakeouts,
especially at the break of dawn.
(motorcycle engine buzzing)
STONE: There he is.
O'Cora.
All right, hold it, O'Cora.
(motorcycle engine starts)
(tires squealing)
♪♪
You're just a born
show-off, Mike.
Get up there.
Boy, you haven't made
that for a long time.
Well, it's too much
trouble for one.
(groans) Ooh!
JEANNIE: Oh, oh...
- Here, wait a minute.
- Gosh!
- Here, put this ice on it.
- (blowing)
- No, it's okay.
- Oh, come on.
- I'm all right, it's o...
- Put the ice on it.
Okay, okay, put the ice on it.
(Jeannie sighs)
Dad, what's the matter with you?
We've cooked
special dinners before.
I've never seen you so nervous.
Well, this one's different.
Irene is kind of, uh... well...
She's more than
a friend, I know.
Well, she's... not
like your mother, but...
well, she's... pretty special.
Well, I figured as much.
When you don't talk
a lot about a woman,
you think a lot of her.
(stirring)
(chuckles) You know
your mother taught me
to make this sauce the
first year we were married?
I feel kind of funny
making it for Irene.
Dumb, huh?
Look, you can't be
a bachelor forever.
I've always had you.
(chuckling): Oh, well,
that's not quite the same
thing, and you know it.
But I'll tell you something...
I'm really glad you
have Irene now.
(doorbell rings)
- Here.
- Oh.
- Hi.
- Hi.
(door opens)
Did you have a nice evening?
Very.
Jeannie gave it her best shot.
She brought out
all the antiques:
silver, china,
crystal, everything.
(laughs) I noticed.
I thought it was supposed to
be a casual dinner at home.
Why all the fuss?
Well, you were the
guest, and, um...
Ah-ah-ah-ah, Mike.
Oh, uh, what's going on?
Irene, there are some
things I'm not very good at.
Name one.
Proposing.
(sighs)
Well?
Well, uh, I'd like
to have some time.
I'd like to think about it.
Oh, sure, take all
the time you want.
Yes.
Well, I guess I can't say
that you kept me
dangling on a string, can I?
No.
And there's something
else you don't do very well.
What's that?
Propose and drive
at the same time.
That's my house back there.
(tires screech)
- (both laughing)
- You are something else.
MARTIN: Whoa!
(tires screech, horn beeps)
I talked to Jeannie;
she said you were here.
Your, uh, cat
burglar struck again.
This time he killed somebody.
Looks like it could have
been a full Magnum load.
I don't know why they pay me
when they have you
around, Lieutenant.
- Never mind all that.
- Do you want to run the autopsy, too?
That's enough. How
long has she been dead?
Oh, two, 2½ hours.
Mm-hmm.
KELLER: There we go.
Yeah, lady's name
was Naomi Greenwood
and that's her sister
there... Mrs. Bell.
- I talked to the neighbors.
- MARTIN: I know how difficult
- this is for you, Mrs. Bell.
- The people across the hall
- didn't hear anything, no shots.
- But do you have any idea
where her husband
might be reached?
Jero-Jerome is in Los
Angeles at a sales meeting
and he usually stays
at the Bel Air Hotel.
I tried calling him
earlier, but he wasn't in.
Steve, will you see
if you can reach him?
Oh, you can use the
phone in my apartment.
Thank you.
Well, what have you got?
Not much.
Her jewelry box has been rifled.
And Mrs. Bell doesn't know
what her sister kept
in the apartment.
Well, it looks like
Mrs. Greenwood went
to the mayor's charity ball
tonight, came home early,
and your cat burglar shot her.
How did you know about the ball?
There was a ticket
stub in her purse.
Oh, and her wallet is missing.
Oh.
What's wrong?
Well, my cat burglar
wouldn't take a wallet.
Well, everything
else checks out.
Empty apartment, marks
on the roof, jimmied window,
no clues, exact M.O.
I know, I know, but he's
never killed anybody before.
I just don't believe he would.
Well, maybe he was
never interrupted before.
Yeah, there's no answer
in the Greenwoods' room,
so I left a message.
What's wrong here?
Oh, we're just having a
slight difference of opinion.
I know my man; he's no killer.
There has to be
a first time, right?
Mike, it's not him.
There's just too much
here that's wrong.
STONE: Like what?
Well, I don't know yet.
Neither do I yet.
So why don't you take
care of the robbery,
and Steve and I will
follow up on homicide?
All right?
All right.
MARTIN: Mr. Greenwood
is on his way here from L.A.
We couldn't reach him,
but we'll question him
as soon as he gets in.
- Yeah, come in.
- You wanted to see me?
Go ahead, Mike, sit down.
(Stone sighs)
- Coffee?
- Uh, no, no, thanks.
Now, the Greenwood murder.
I think you need a
little more help, Mike.
Looks like the murderer
is the same cat burglar
that Martin's been working on,
and since she knows more
about him than anyone else,
I want you two to
work together on it.
Well, I-I have a partner,
and we're working on a
pretty tough case right now.
Oh, Keller can wrap up the
details on the O'Cora case.
And when he's done, he
can link up with you again.
Until then you two are a pair.
Greenwood must pay a
thousand a month for this address.
Yeah, didn't buy him
much security, did it?
You don't seem to be very
happy that we're working together.
Oh, no, it has nothing
to do with you, Irene.
It's the O'Cora case; Steve
and I sweated on that one.
There's a lot more work involved
before we can put him away.
Okay, I know it's an
important case for you,
but my cat burglar is
just as important to me,
and I worked as hard and
as many long hours on it.
Is that why you asked
him for a transfer?
I didn't ask him; he asked me.
Oh, Mike, look, I know you're
used to working with Steve,
and, uh, if you'd rather go
back with him on the case, it's...
No, no, wait a minute now.
We have our orders, haven't we?
Is it because we know
each other so well?
Sometimes people can't
see each other at night
and work well together all day.
It's like being double married.
We're not married yet, are we?
(chuckles)
MAN: I just spoke to
her yesterday morning.
She told me that she
was going to the ball.
She enjoyed things
like that, you know.
Mr. Greenwood,
I'm terribly sorry,
but we're going to have to
ask you some more questions.
Go on.
Do you know of anyone who
had a grudge against your wife?
Of course not.
That sort of thing doesn't
happen anymore, does it?
You'd be surprised.
Was your wife
seeing anybody else?
No.
Why do you ask that?
Well, most murders are
committed by someone
the victim knew.
But I was told it
was a cat burglar.
You were told right.
He is the most likely suspect.
Irene.
Uh, have you any
idea what's missing?
I haven't had much time to
think about that sort of thing,
but our insurance
man has a complete list.
Well, Mr. Greenwood,
when you check later,
would you let us know if
there's anything else missing
besides the jewelry?
(phone rings)
Excuse me, that phone has
been ringing ever since I got in.
Hello.
Yes.
Yes, I would like for you and
Ted to help with the funeral.
I'm not very good
at that sort of thing.
Thanks, I appreciate that, Judy.
I think that'll be all for now.
Thank you.
(door opens)
(door closes)
A multimillion-dollar crime
lab and all they can tell us is
".32 slug from an automatic
with rifling to the left."
No, we found out
something else, too. Here.
We found out that
your cat burglar
didn't kill anybody
else with that gun,
especially not in the Bay Area.
Here, try one of these.
- No, no, no, no.
- They're not too hot.
- They're really good.
- I don't think we're looking
for the same man.
You know, you said that.
Mike, I love you, but
I think you're wrong.
It's the little things...
They don't fit.
Mrs. Greenwood's
wallet... Chicken feed to him.
And murder is stupid.
My man is, uh, clever
and too sophisticated.
You know, you
actually admire him.
Oh, look, I've been
working on this case
for three solid months.
I couldn't know him
better if I lived with him.
I could be jealous if I
were the jealous type.
Irene.
Ah, thank you.
Your clever, sophisticated
cat burglar looks
like a murderer to me,
and I am going to get him.
That's why I need all your
stakeout teams pulled off.
But you can't!
I've had those men out
there every night for two weeks
in the best apartment
houses, penthouse roofs...
Well, I need them reassigned
to check out all the
pawnshops and the fences.
He never fences or pawns any
of the jewelry he's ever stolen,
at least not in the same town.
It's not his pattern.
He's already broken his
pattern by killing someone.
Now, I want all those
men reassigned now.
All right.
I'll get them on it.
(tires screech)
(horn honks)
Ah-ah-ah, yeah, yeah,
you holding out on me, huh?
- Yeah, what do you mean by that?
- What do I mean by that?
I just talked to Jeannie
on the telephone.
How come I got
to hear it from her
that you two are tying
the little knot, yeah?
We have to see
how things work out.
If you'll excuse me, I have
to notify some stakeout teams
they have new assignments.
Well, if you were gonna
turn in your credentials
as a card-carrying bachelor,
I couldn't think of a
better lady to do it with.
Yeah.
Well, what's wrong?
Being a bachelor all
those years, I don't know.
Maybe I'm not
ready for marriage.
Oh, yeah, you're just gonna
miss all those nights alone
eating meals on
the run. (chuckles)
Oh, come on, I didn't mean that.
When we're on a date,
everything is fine, lovely, beautiful.
Once we get into here... I
don't know, maybe it's my fault.
I just don't know how
to handle the situation.
Well, you could learn.
I'm a slow study, remember?
Well, Irene seems to be
a very understanding lady.
Why don't you talk to her?
You know, that's a
good idea. I'll do just that.
Do you have the report
on the O'Cora case?
Yeah, but I thought you
were gonna talk to Irene first.
I'm going to work my way
up to that this afternoon.
But right now I want the
file on the O'Cora case.
Yes, sir.
Why haven't you
pulled those teams in?
(Martin sighs)
Because I haven't had time.
I've been going over
some of this new information
from Chicago and
New York. I just...
I just got through chewing
out the fellas for not reporting in.
Mike, listen, listen,
there's a pattern here,
a series of unsolved
cat burglaries
exactly the way our man works.
I want to show...
I'm only concerned with
one case at the moment...
Ours, yours and mine.
Now let's get on it.
(sighs)
Hollister? This is
Inspector Martin.
I won't be needing those
stakeout teams tonight,
but I would like them to start
covering all of the pawnshops
and known fences in town.
Right.
(door slams)
MAN: Sure, I was surprised
when he brought the stuff in.
It's obviously
quality. So is this one.
Well, they fit the I.D. photos
the insurance company had
of the Greenwoods'
jewelry, but it,
it doesn't quite tally.
There's a man's blue
tigereye ring missing.
Did you sell it already?
(scoffs) That stuff
wasn't in here an hour
before your officers were
in here asking about it.
You want to see my sales book?
No, no, no.
Can you describe the
man who brought them in?
Of course I can; he goes
by here every afternoon.
Maybe he kept the
ring. I never saw it.
Well, weren't you
a little suspicious
when what he had was this good?
Inspector, you'd be surprised
at the stuff that comes
in here legitimately.
I want to see the
tickets on these.
I got it right here.
Now, uh, here we go.
I don't know about the name,
but the address is phony.
Lieutenant, before
you jump all over me,
I can tell you exactly
where you can find this guy.
And where is that?
Where he is every afternoon,
the bar down the block.
I knew it, I really knew it.
The only time I find
something good,
the only time...
How about being
a little more specific
and telling us where and
when you found them, Pinch?
I knew it.
Uh, I was down by the Bay.
You know, I-I go
down there mornings.
I, uh, I check out
the, the outlet pipes.
You know, you
find things like, uh,
pens, watches, you know, stuff.
But this morning
it was different?
Well, I-I went down
there about 10:00.
I, uh, I poked around some,
and then I saw this, uh,
this-this rag, this bundle,
and I opened it up,
and there they were.
Just the jewelry?
Well, uh...
No, there wa... there was...
there was a wallet there.
There was only
eight dollars in it.
I took the money and...
I threw the wallet away.
What about a man's
ring, a blue tigereye?
Was no ring.
I missed something, didn't I?
I-I-I knew it. I missed
something, didn't I?
I'll get a man over there to
check out the place with Pinch.
That ring might still be there.
I knew it.
There's an antique jewelry
exhibit in the west wing.
How about it?
Jewelry?
I thought we promised each other
we wouldn't talk
about the case tonight.
Have I even mentioned it?
Mm-hmm, yes, you did.
Back there in the Egyptian room.
That's all you talked about
was the tigereye rings.
(sighs) I thought I
was rather subliminal.
Well, let's see, what about, uh,
medieval weapons?
Oh, look, Irene...
- (chuckles) -My head
is full of culture right now,
but right here I'm
empty, really empty.
So how about going out
and getting a nice midnight
snack before I take you home?
Oh.
Mike, you're going
to have to change.
Suppose I don't want to change?
Well, we all change.
I hope we never stop.
Well, how about you
changing your mind
about the cat burglar
being a murderer?
Because he's not.
Anybody that good
doesn't carry a weapon.
Besides, if he did get caught,
he wouldn't kill anybody.
Well, maybe he
panicked when he saw her.
He went to Greenwood's desk,
opened the drawer, pulled
out a gun, and he shot her.
(gasps)
Was that Greenwood's gun?
Could be.
He called me just
before I left the office.
He said he was checking around.
He found out the gun
was missing from his desk.
So, he says it's a.32.
It's never been fired.
We've been here all this time,
and you waited until now
to tell me about the gun.
I didn't want to spoil your fun.
No, no, no, you were just
waiting for the right moment
- to prove me wrong.
- Oh, come on.
You had to be right,
- didn't you, Mike?
- What are you talking about?
Now, you know
me better than that.
Look, Irene, this
is just one case,
one little case.
I thought it was our case,
Mike, yours and mine.
But you never once really
listened to my theory, did you?
No, you were just
determined to prove
there was only one way,
your own narrow, plodding way.
- Plodding?
- Is that the way it's going to be with us?
- Did you say I was plodding?
- You called it, Mike.
And you're the boss,
at least on this job.
Irene... I'll call a cab.
You don't have to call a cab.
I thought you
had a date tonight.
Couldn't get the
Greenwood case off my mind.
Thought I'd go over it again.
Well, you could have taken
care of it in the morning.
What are you doing
here at midnight?
That gun was registered
to him, wasn't it?
Yeah.
(whistles)
So what happened,
have a little fight?
The cat burglar case.
You know, Irene...
she's a sharp,
efficient, darn good cop.
But, boy, is she stubborn.
Yeah, thank God
you're so understanding.
Well, at least I know
when to back off
and take an objective
look at a case.
Oh, yeah, just like, uh,
like with the Malagetty
murder, the Curtis case...
Two classic examples
of dead-end leads
and you thought you were right.
I didn't say I was
perfect. I'm not.
And neither is Irene.
(phone rings)
Homicide. Stone.
I got it.
(groans) That cat burglar again.
(indistinct radio transmissions)
We'd just gotten
in from the ballet.
My husband heard a
noise up in the bedroom.
He went up.
There was a shot,
and he just fell over.
I, uh, I ran up after him,
but the room was dark.
I couldn't see the
man who shot him.
Excuse me, this
is Inspector Martin,
she's with the burglary detail,
and, uh, she works with me.
What have you got?
Same M.O. as the last time.
But you were sure it was a man?
Oh, yes, definitely.
I-I just got a glimpse
of him, but, uh...
I couldn't give you
any idea of his age
or height or anything.
It had all happened so quickly.
Yeah, Mrs. Tyrell, I'm really
sorry about all these questions.
We're almost finished,
just a couple more.
Uh, do you keep a lot of
money and jewelry here?
No, we keep very little money.
We use credit cards.
And, uh,
our business manager
pays all the bills by check.
We just keep $20 or $30
for small expenditures.
And what about jewelry?
I checked what I had here.
I made a-a list for you.
It's mostly costume jewelry.
It's not even insured.
The-the diamond ring, of
course, is quite valuable.
But, um, with little or no light
and Ted walking in on him,
I'm sure he didn't have
time to be selective.
Thank you very much.
If we have any more questions,
why, we'll get in
touch with you.
Look, I can finish up here
if you, uh, want to split.
(clears throat)
Here, I think you
should handle this.
All right.
I'm sorry.
I should have
tried to reach you.
But the phone rang,
Steve was there,
and we just rolled
out like we always do.
I'm used to getting
things secondhand.
Mrs. Tyrell must
be very efficient.
This list is, uh,
quite detailed.
Maybe she's a list maker.
Some people are.
Oh, Mike,
why don't we
forget the argument?
The hardest thing
in the world to say
has to be, "I'm
sorry, it was my fault."
I am, and it was.
It takes two to tango
and two to argue.
- Truce.
- Truce.
JEANNIE: Now, this one
would be beautiful on you.
Simple lines and a
really elegant material.
Listen, why don't we just go in
and take a look at
some of the models?
MARTIN: I'd like to,
Jeannie, but not right now.
Let's have some lunch 'cause
I got to get back to the office.
I-I'm sorry, did I
upset you somehow?
Oh, no, of course not.
(chuckles) I'd love to
go shopping with you
to look for some gowns,
but it-it's just that I've...
I've got this case on my mind.
You know, Dad keeps
saying the same thing.
You know, working with
Mike has made me see
some things in both of us
that I'm not quite
sure I can handle.
Well, you won't normally
be working together.
You have to live together.
When you come home
tired and mad at the world
because some old lady
had her social security check
ripped off on her
way to the market or,
or a young kid OD'd and there's
not a lot you can do about it,
you still have to live together.
So I hit O'Cora with
everything we had on him.
He cracked. Then
I talked to the D.A.,
and he thinks we got
enough to beat him.
- Welcome home.
- Thank you, sir.
I want you to get on
the Greenwood case
- as fast as you can.
- Okay.
- Check ballistics for me, will you?
- Right.
- Come in.
- Mike,
I think I finally found our man.
The overseas reports that
I asked for finally came in.
A man using the exact M.O.
was caught in London in 1969.
Every detail was the same.
James Gillis.
He served a four-year term
and was released
on good behavior.
Dropped out of sight after that.
But he is suspected
of being the cat burglar
who's pulled dozens of
jobs in the biggest cities
all over the world.
He's a real pro.
- Just that one arrest?
- That's it.
Well, how'd he get busted?
The owner of the
apartment came home early
and surprised him
burglarizing the place.
Gillis gave up
without a struggle.
Could be.
Look at it... Complete
description, photos...
That man had to
case those apartments.
And someone had to see him...
A doorman, a maintenance
man, somebody.
There's one other angle
we ought to check out.
Where does he get
his target information?
Mike, the society columns
don't tell you who's going
to a charity ball or whatever.
They tell you who's been.
Yeah, none of the
victims were mentioned
in the society column
before they were hit.
I checked on that.
Say, um, what's your angle?
Limousine service.
All the society people use them,
but I can't seem
to, uh, tie it all in.
Pretty good idea.
We'll start right there.
Steve, I want you to run
this through for a positive I.D.
Look at the mug shots.
He may have changed since 1969.
Anything else?
No, no, no.
Irene and I will
do the footwork.
MAN: Yeah, yeah, it looks
as if it could be Jim Henry.
How old did you
say this picture was?
1969.
How long has this
man worked for you?
Five months.
I-I'd have to check
it to make sure,
but that's, uh, pretty close.
Is there anything
unusual about him?
Well, he knows cars real well.
He's, uh, got a lot of class.
But, uh, in my business
that's not unusual;
it's expected.
MARTIN: Well, I
have a list of the events
that your company's
been servicing
for the last three months.
Can you find out if, uh,
this man Henry
worked those nights?
Hmm.
I, uh, I can't be
sure until I check,
but, uh, yeah, it's
more than likely.
See, stuff like this, I
put on my best men,
and they're the best.
Matter of fact, they're going
to work their shift tonight.
♪♪
♪♪
(soft thuds)
(soft clicking)
(door sliding open)
STONE: All right, drop it.
(clanging)
Police.
It's a setup.
I don't work with a gun.
You knew the victims
wouldn't be home
because you were chauffeuring
them to social events.
Would it be asking
too much, Lieutenant,
to begin your summation?
I'm rather tired.
Well, it won't be long.
They're pulling your
apartment to pieces right now.
So long as they
don't steal anything.
Where's the gun?
I told you, I don't use a gun.
I-I've never even had one.
Well, what about these?
Do you recognize
anything in them?
(sighs)
This diamond set isn't bad.
It's overly insured.
Pearl pendant's about right.
This ring is very low quality.
Is it the blue tigereye?
It's a man's ring.
Did you take it for yourself?
My dear lady, have you
taken a look at my jewelry?
Patek Philippe watch,
first quality emerald studs,
a discreet diamond ring.
Look, I didn't steal this stuff
and I didn't commit murder.
There's been enough information
printed in the newspapers
for anyone to have
copied my technique.
- Sekulavich...
- (Martin sighs)
show him our best
quality bracelets.
Well, I got to tell you,
I don't buy your David
Niven for either murder.
Thank you, well, we're
back to scratch, aren't we?
Looks that way.
KELLER: Yeah, Mike.
Yes, what?
Ballistics just
gave out the word.
The same gun that killed
Mrs. Greenwood got Mr. Tyrell.
Same gun?
It's an inside
job, it's got to be.
Greenwood?
It's his gun; he could
read the newspaper,
make it look like
the cat burglar.
And you couldn't reach him for
hours after his wife was killed.
(sighs) Well, L.A.
is 60 minutes away.
He could have been
there and back again.
Okay, but we
don't have a motive.
Wait a minute, I've got one.
Maybe it's too obvious,
but let me try it and see.
One wife, one husband are dead.
That means it leaves one
wife, one husband to carry on.
Well, how did you come by that?
Oh, I'd love to say woman's
intuition, but I'd be lying.
Remember when we were
questioning Greenwood
and he got that telephone call?
He mentioned two
names... Ted and Judy.
Edward Tyrell and his
wife Judith, that's right.
Could be.
Come on, let's
talk to Greenwood,
maybe we can break him.
And I'd like another
shot at Mrs. Tyrell.
You got it.
Go ahead and push her hard.
(sighs)
I don't have to explain my
movements to you, Lieutenant.
I've already explained them.
The hotel said that you
checked in on schedule
the day your wife was murdered,
but we couldn't
reach you for hours.
I make a lot of telephone
calls in my business, Lieutenant.
If you'll check my hotel
bill, you will find that I made
about 15 long-distance
calls that evening.
Then I told the switchboard
not to put any calls through
until after the 11:00
sales conference.
Now, let me ask
you something else.
All your wife's
jewelry was found
except for a
man's tigereye ring.
Was that yours?
Yes, it was.
I didn't wear it very often.
It wasn't of any great value.
I suppose the thief
could have thrown it away.
Well, now, that's funny
because all the expensive stuff
was thrown away but that ring.
Well, the hotel record
verifies what he said
except three of these calls were
made to the Tyrells' residence.
Yes, that's right.
I called Ted.
No, I don't think so.
Mr. Tyrell was out that
evening; we checked on that.
I think you probably
talked to Mrs. Tyrell.
STONE: And somewhere in
that time, someone took your gun
and shot your wife.
Now, if it wasn't
you... All right.
I should have told
you about this before.
It's only a suspicion.
I don't know.
I think you and Mrs. Tyrell
were seeing each other,
that one of you couldn't
get out of your marriage.
Now, how's that for openers?
That's close enough.
She gave me the tigereye ring.
And she was going
to get a divorce.
(sighs)
My wife began to be suspicious
about what was going on.
Then she wouldn't have it.
I-I wanted to believe that she
had been killed by the thief,
and then Judy began to be
insistent about my marrying her
as soon as her
divorce came through,
and finally I said no.
Then Ted was killed.
It had to be Judy.
Say, Irene went to question
her, I told her to push her.
How did she get
into the apartment?
She had a key.
We met there sometimes.
It's busy.
You keep trying.
Bring him down to headquarters.
KELLER: Right.
Bye.
I'm sorry.
You were saying something
about having good news?
Yes, I, uh, think
we found your ring.
That's the, uh, let's see,
the blue tigereye ring, isn't it?
No, my ring is the
diamond cocktail ring.
(chuckling): Oh,
that's right, I'm sorry.
- (chuckles)
- The blue tigereye is
a man's ring.
Well, here's your
list; it's very detailed.
You must have been quite
calm when you made this out
with your husband
lying dead upstairs.
Inspector, I had to do
something to stay calm
so I could help the police.
(chuckles)
I don't see what this
has to do with finding
my jewelry.
Well, I want to be absolutely
sure about this tally.
I understand that you
keep most of your things
in the security vault
downstairs in the
manager's office.
Let's go down there, shall we?
All right, I'll get the key.
I should make you get
a search warrant for this.
Well, I can have one brought
over in, uh, a half an hour.
That won't be necessary.
Both the missing
rings will be there.
(Martin sighs)
You couldn't, uh, throw
away the diamond ring...
It was too expensive...
And the tigereye...
Had sentimental value.
Shall we go?
Locked.
Slide in over behind the wheel.
Hurry up!
Now go.
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
Oh!
(siren wailing)
Drop it.
(grunting)
Drop it.
(grunting)
Aah!
(tires screeching)
(siren wailing)
Aah!
(both grunt)
Are you all right?
(panting): Yeah.
What took you so long?
Heroes are supposed
to arrive on time.
Well, maybe I'm
not the hero type.
Well, I'll make an exception.
This is your collar, isn't it?
You bet it is.
(siren wailing)
No, no, no.
Everyone is fine,
no one was hurt.
How about you?
(over phone): Not a scratch.
(sighs) Okay.
Listen, I've got
some steaks thawed.
Why don't you bring
Irene home for dinner?
Well, uh, you know, I
think she's busy tonight.
Maybe some other night.
(over phone): I'll be
home in about an hour.
About an hour... see you then.
Good-bye.
Arrest reports... everything's
tied up nice and neat.
Judith Tyrell gave us
a complete confession.
Well, then, that makes
us both right, doesn't it?
Judith confessed and,
uh, your cat burglar
was charged with theft.
You've always called
him, uh, "my cat burglar."
Jealous?
Not jealous?
I just don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
(chuckles)
Me either.
You, too?
Well, you said it once.
We're a couple of old workhorses
and we're both,
uh, kind of, uh...
set and stubborn in our ways.
Trouble is, I respect
you and I love you,
but I'm not one bit
sure I can live with you.
I feel the same way.
And I don't want to lose you.
Too selfish?
Nope, it's just about right.
(chuckles)
Because I don't want
to lose you either.
That's what friends are for.
(laughing): Okay.
(laughing)
Okay, friend.