McMillan & Wife (1971) s01e01 Episode Script

[phone ringing.]
[phone continues ringing.]
[grunts.]
You go back to sleep, honey.
Uh, yeah? [grunts.]
Sally? Sally? (man) Comm.
McMillan? This is Central 4, sir.
We just saw your limousine go by.
And it didn't look like you were in it.
Well, there's a good chance I'm not.
Did you see who was? Just your chauffeur, sir, and Mrs.
McMillan, we think.
Did you call the car and check? They're not answering, sir.
Oh, all right.
Thank you.
[car phone ringing.]
[car phone continues ringing.]
That's the Commissioner's ring, Mrs.
McMillan.
[phone ringing.]
I'll have to answer it.
What woke him up? I could've sworn he was good for a solid eight hours.
[phone ringing.]
I don't know.
Yes, sir.
Where are you, Patterson? Oh, uh, I'm just breaking in a new lube job, sir.
Put Mrs.
McMillan on.
Mrs.
McMillan? Yes.
You'll know her when you see her.
She's brunette, thin, not particularly attractive.
He wants to talk to you.
Hi, darling.
Bring the car back.
What? Oh.
What? I said, "Bring the car back.
" Mac, I heard on the 1 1 :00 news the longshoreman's strike was settled and I wanted to be at the warehouse when they unloaded.
I don't want anything to happen to the sarcophagus.
It's so rare.
So is a good night's sleep for me.
I promise you I'll be back as soon as I see the sarcophagus taken off of the boat and put in the armored car.
Don't wait up for me.
Uh, put Patterson on.
Why? What do you wanna tell him? Something you shouldn't hear.
Now hang up.
Okay.
John, he wants to talk to you.
Yes, sir? Take care of her, Patterson.
She's a nut, but she's my nut.
And goodnight, Sally.
Goodnight [barge horn blowing.]
[honking.]
[jeep honking.]
John.
David.
[barge horn blowing.]
Mr.
Constantine.
Mrs.
McMillan.
Looks like we're gonna be able to hold our auction as scheduled.
Doesn't that make you feel good? Yes.
Were you a--a cheerleader in high school, Mr.
Constantine? What? Oh, never mind.
Well, what have we got here? What number is this? I hope, Mrs.
McMillan, that you're not going to check every piece with me.
I am perfectly capable of handling this.
I don't know anyone more capable.
Thank you.
[barge horn blowing.]
I realize that without your tireless efforts, none of this would have been possible.
I couldn't have done it without you.
Ah, merci.
You, um, are going to check every piece? You are.
You'll be here all night.
Your husband will worry.
Will you not concern yourself with that, please? Because my husband goes off worrying at 1 2:30 and he doesn't come back on again until 6:00 a.
m.
Well, what is it that you are concerned about, Mrs.
McMillan? You know very well that sometimes you do not get what you bought.
They substitute phonies for the real thing.
Now, I do not want that responsibility on your shoulders even though they are very broad.
[chuckles.]
Well, let me get the collection to the gallery, and in the morning you can come in and check to see that everything is in mint condition.
Okay? Okay.
For real, okay? [laughs.]
For real, okay.
Good.
I'll just see the sarcophagus before I go.
A sarcophagus is, by definition, made of stone.
You bought a coffin.
Sarcophagus is nicer.
I just wanna make sure that it's in (both) mint condition.
Well, I can't show it to you right now.
It's still aboard the ship.
So you'll come in in the morning and you'll see it at the gallery.
Hmm? Mr.
Constantine? Mmm? They're unloading the coffin.
That means I can see it now.
No, no, dear, you cannot.
To uncrate such a valuable item is a very delicate, and time-consuming process.
[machine grating.]
Mr.
Constantine, I am not leaving without seeing the sarcophagus.
I think I'm leaving right this minute.
Hold it.
Hold it.
There it is.
And it is in mint condition.
Well, it's The crate certainly is in mint condition.
Now may I see the sarcophagus? You don't want me to open this here and now? We're going to have to crate it again.
We will.
Henry! Open this.
[tool bangs.]
And be careful.
It's beautiful.
Fantastic.
The authenticated coffin of Caesarion.
Magnificent.
What are you doing? Well, l, I want to make sure it's the real one.
When I bought it I put a piece of chewing gum underneath one of the jewels.
And l-- You didn't.
You did.
Are you satisfied, Mrs.
McMillan? The Brink's truck is here and I'll feel much better when the coffin is safely inside it.
Thank you for going to all your trouble, Mr.
Constantine.
Good night.
Is it really good night? Yes.
Good night, Mrs.
McMillan.
[vehicle rumbling.]
Where to? I'm just gonna wait a minute.
I wanna make sure that it's loaded on to the armored car before I go.
(Patterson) How much does something like that cost, Mrs.
McMillan? About $500,000.
[whistles.]
$500,000.
That's a lot of money for a coffin.
Who was it said you can't take it with you? Right.
[all honking.]
(McMillan) Let's try Sacramento Street, John.
(McMillan) It might be a little bit faster.
(McMillan) Maybe Washington will be quicker.
(McMillan) Why don't you go to the right here? (McMillan) Let's try Sacramento Street, John.
(McMillan) It might be a little bit faster.
[all honking.]
I know I had to go to work, and I know you had to take me.
But why did we bring the car? [all continue honking.]
Morning.
Morning.
Morning, Ann.
You're very popular this morning.
The Mayor wants to speak to you, uh, Chief Yeakel, and your wife called four times.
Well, get them back in order of importance.
Yours or mine? You have your orders.
[intercom buzzing.]
Yes, Ann? It's Mrs.
McMillan calling, from the gallery.
Hi, honey.
(Sally) Mac? Sure.
Um, Mac.
We have a little problem.
Mr.
Constantine is disturbed.
He understands that you're going to be sending police officers to the gallery tonight.
Yes, what's the problem? Well, I think it's a question of pride.
He's got his own security, and he's never had a robbery.
He's a grouch, but he's a dear.
So could you not send the police tonight? Honey, you've got over $3 million worth of antiques there.
I know.
I know.
Mr He feels very confident that Mr.
Constantine.
Uh, what is that? What's what? Oh.
This is the Fellini clock.
Well, I didn't-- I didn't buy that.
Yes, you did, Mrs.
McMillan.
This is number 36 in the catalogue.
Your signature is on the invoice.
Oh.
Well, it's very beautiful, isn't it? [chuckles.]
Sorry, darling.
It's just that I just saw something that I didn't remember buying.
I've seen lots of things you didn't remember buying.
They're all over our house.
Now, look, I don't want you to get carried away at that auction tonight, you hear? You sound funny.
Am I on Are we on the squawk box? Yes.
Well, there's something illegal about that.
Certainly immoral, for a husband to broadcast [whispers.]
his wife's private conversations.
It's staying on.
Oh, it is? Well.
Do you know that you destroy me, that you drive me out of my mind? That if you were right here, I would tear off your clothes? Everything about you makes me mad with desire.
I want you to come home so I can run barefoot through your wild and wavy hair.
Come on home to your wife who needs you.
Come on home.
Why don 't you come home? [thudding.]
Come on home, Mac.
Mac, um You win.
It's just that I have something to tell you that I didn't want anybody else to hear.
What's that? I'm really crazy about you.
Well, they could have heard that.
And thanks.
For what? For not sending the police.
You're welcome.
John, I didn't expect to see you.
I didn't expect to be here.
The Commissioner is going to be locked in his office all day.
And I thought maybe I could be of some help.
A lot of help.
I've got about a hundred things to do and I have to be home on time.
I promised.
[engine starting.]
[intercom buzzing.]
(Ann) Yes, Commissioner? (McMillan) Ann, give me the Mayor, will you? The Mayor had to leave his office.
(Ann) Garbage crisis.
Chief Yeakel is here.
Oh, okay, send him in.
Good morning, Mac.
Good morning, Chief.
Just get in? Yeah, traffic tie-up again.
We're working on it.
Need any help tonight? I just found out they have their own security force.
Yeah, but, uh-- Thanks, anyway.
No, I shouldn't.
Hey, something new? [chuckles.]
Yeah, Sally found it in a junk shop.
Your car was out last night.
She used it.
Unofficial business.
I know.
I know.
Andy, is it necessary for you to keep me under constant surveillance? You're a commissioner.
We don't want anything to happen to you.
Nothing ever happens to commissioners.
Here, put that on the desk.
Something might.
Look, Mac, this is my last year.
If you should get killed, it would be very embarrassing for me.
Andy, I didn't take this job just to sit in one of these chairs here, or behind my desk, or in my car, uh, the city's car.
You shouldn't.
Anything else? Yeah, your chauffeur, John Patterson.
He's a parolee.
He's an ex-con.
I don't think it's wise for him to be driving your wife around.
Patterson is part of a rehabilitation program that Sally and l believe in very strongly.
I know.
I know.
Patterson stays.
That's what the whole auction is for tonight, to raise money to help men like him.
Well, I hope it works out.
It will.
There's just one problem.
Sally.
She's a compulsive bidder, you know.
I know.
I didn't know that.
[thuds.]
Have a good day? I'll only be five minutes.
Five and a half.
Quick shower.
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
[water running.]
[Sally exclaims.]
Did it again, huh? (Sally) You better not be laughing.
[thuds.]
I don't have any underwear.
What? I'm short on shorts.
Oh, the laundry was due back Tuesday.
I should have called.
I'm sorry, Mac.
You're sorry.
Can't you wear an old pair? They're shredded.
[whistles.]
Did I hear, uh, "shredded"? I caught them in my zipper.
I guess I can go without any.
(Sally) Look in my drawer.
Mildred sometimes mixes things up.
That's impossible.
Didn't you ever put your shorts in the wrong place? How soon do you have to know? [bell clanging.]
(woman) Hello, Water Department.
May I help you? Y eah, I want to report a broken water main on Mason and North Point.
I think you better get a truck or something as quick as you can.
We'll take care of it immediately.
Thank you for calling.
I don't see any water leaks around here.
Do you? We'd better call in and check it [footsteps approaching.]
Mac, I'm sorry I'm late.
That was a long five minutes.
Where are you going? To get my swimming trunks.
Swimming trunks? I can't walk without any underwear.
Would you please hurry, because I don't want to miss the bidding on that Bidding on what? The sarcophagus.
It's due to go around 9:00.
Honey, I want your word you're not going to bid on anything.
You've got it.
Thank you.
Are you going to bid on anything? Yes.
Well, there's this unique little Fellini clock.
No.
Won't go for more than $300.
No.
The money goes to charity.
Don't forget, it's deductible.
From what? Mac No! And that means no.
Back, down, sit.
Stay.
[mimics dog.]
[car honking.]
What's holding us up? Oh, they're improving the city.
Do you want me to wait? No.
Why don't you come back in about two hours? Okay.
[door shuts.]
Hi, thank you.
Here we go.
Don't be nervous.
Well, I wonder how far along they are? [auctioneer chattering.]
[door shuts.]
Good evening, Sergeant.
Good evening, Commissioner.
This is Mrs.
McMillan.
This is Sgt.
Enright of our force.
Good evening, Mrs.
McMillan.
How do you do? I didn't know you were a collector.
Oh, well, l The Chief thought it'd be a good-- Uh, uh, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see how they're doing in there.
I'll be with you in a minute.
Have a good evening.
Like I was saying, the Chief thought it'd be a good idea if I came down here and checked out the security.
You said that you didn't need the police, not that you didn't want them, and You know, the security looks very good, sir.
I mean, they've got all the stuff in one room and it's got one door, and no windows, and they're gonna bring out each item separately.
Well, I think I'll be leaving now, sir.
Good night, Sergeant.
And thank you.
Good night, sir.
You're welcome.
Mac, Hmm? come on.
Come on, they've already started.
Come on.
[auctioneer chattering.]
I have $3,800 over there, $3,800.
$4,000.
$4,000 from the gentleman here, $4,000.
$4,000.
$4, 200.
(auctioneer) $4, 200, $4, 200, going once, twice.
[gavel thuds.]
Sold to Mrs.
Windham for $4, 200.
If this is any indication, we're going to do better than I thought.
Our next item is number 36 in the catalog: a Fellini clock.
May we have the Fellini clock, please.
Benito Fellini was perhaps the most renowned clock maker in ltaly in the 18th century.
[door opening.]
(auctioneer) Seventh generation of a family noted for its fine clocks dating back to the Dark Ages, at which time they were the foremost makers of clocks.
[rustling.]
[drilling.]
(auctioneer) Now this item is a fine example of Fellini's work, designed by the master himself and executed by one of his most promising students, known to us only as Giorgio.
Do I have an opening bid? (man) $1 25.
I have $1 25.
I have $1 25.
Do I hear more? Come, come, ladies and gentlemen, you all know the value of this work.
It should go for more than that.
Don't bid.
Surely you experienced dealers won't stop here.
Do I have $1 50? Do I have $1 50? $1 50.
$1 50.
I have $1 50 from Mr.
Corday.
Do I hear more? $200.
$200, Mr.
Jacoby.
I have $200.
Excuse me.
Did I hear $200? You did, Mr.
Corday.
$250.
$300.
That should be about it.
Yeah? (Corday) $350.
$400.
Excuse me.
Did anybody bid past me? It's only the two of us, Corday.
$450.
$500.
$550.
$600.
$700.
$750.
$850.
$900.
(auctioneer) $900, once.
$900, twice.
I didn't mean to do that.
Well, don't tell me.
Tell him.
(auctioneer) Is this it? Are we all done? (auctioneer) Is that it? Going once, twice $900 to the-- $950.
[sighs.]
$1,000.
[people murmuring.]
(auctioneer) $1,000, once.
$1,000, twice.
Sold to Mr.
Jacoby for $1,000.
Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we have waited for.
The most valued treasure in this priceless (auctioneer) Covered with solid gold, jewel-encrusted, steeped in history.
(auctioneer) Admittedly not for The authenticated coffin of Caesarion, the son of Julius Caesar and Cleopatra.
You will find the item on page 37 of your catalog.
We shall start at $300,000.
[all murmuring.]
And now, here, the prize of the evening is-- (guard) Gone! [door rattling.]
[door shuts.]
Hey, come on.
You're not responsible for what happened.
Uh-huh.
Uh-uh.
Uh-huh.
Uh-uh.
Yes, I am.
The whole time I was worried about Constantine and his feelings, I wasn't even thinking about you.
Oh, lass, it's not to worry.
It's slightly embarrassing to have a commissioner pay to get into a robbery.
Well, how could you anticipate? You heard what Sgt.
Enright said.
They were professional men.
The job was ingeniously planned.
It was meticulous.
We could have had 50 men there, and the results would have been the same.
Do you really mean that, Mac? I wouldn't say it if I didn't.
Yes, you would, to make me feel better.
How do you feel? Better.
See? Come on.
That's what I'll tell Yeakel in the morning, and I'll tell the Mayor, too.
Oh, that feels good.
[exclaims.]
Mac, you don't think they'll destroy the sarcophagus, do you? It's insured, isn't it? Well, yes, but you can't insure history.
They can take out the jewels and melt down the gold.
They won't.
If they did, it would be worth only about half its present value.
But it would be easier to dispose of, wouldn't it? Yeah, but they won't.
If they don't dispose of it, what are they gonna do with it? [mumbles.]
I don't know.
But we'll get it back.
How? I don't know.
Let's sleep on it.
Mildred turned the bed down.
Ah.
Oh.
She left us another note.
You'd better translate it.
You've majored in Mildred.
"Mrs.
McMillan," or "Mr.
McMillan.
" That's good.
"Meyer Finebach.
" Good.
Who's Meyer Finebach? Uh Uh, will you stop? How am I going to read it? [laughs.]
"M-Major Major" Um "Mayor.
Mayor phone back.
" Uh, phone, phone the mayor.
Mmm.
You want some coffee? Yeah.
Instant or instant? Pick one.
Instant.
[coffee pouring.]
Hello.
This is Stewart McMillan.
Mayor in? Oh, I see.
No, I'm, I'm returning his call.
Thank you.
He had to go out.
Eleventh-hour negotiations with the taxi drivers.
[sighs.]
Mac, do you think it was an inside job? It had to be.
The only problem is there were a lot of people inside.
What's bothering you? Nothing.
Oh, nothing.
I've known you so long.
You don't wrinkle up your tie if nothing's bothering you.
Well, something happened tonight that doesn't make any sense to me.
And I can't make any sense out of what it is that doesn't make any sense.
That makes sense.
There is something that doesn't make sense to Won't this coffee keep you awake? Not if I don't get to drink it.
Oh, here.
Watch out, it's hot.
Okay.
There's something that doesn't make any sense to me.
What? Do you remember the Fellini clock? There's no way that clock would have gone for $1,000 if Switzerland went out of business.
It shouldn't have gone for more than $350.
Well, then why would, uh, Jacoby and, uh, Corday, two knowledgeable and reputable dealers Uh-huh? bid $1,000 on a clock that's worth only $300? You're right.
You're right.
[shoe thuds.]
I think I'll have a little informal chat with Mr.
Corday in the morning.
Why don't you talk to Jacoby? He got the clock.
If you want information, you go to the loser.
You are so smart.
How did you get so smart? Want some more coffee? No, I don't want any more coffee.
Just a little, just to keep you awake? [cars honking.]
(McMillan) Let's try Sacramento Street, John.
(McMillan) It might be a little bit faster.
We'll drop Mrs.
McMillan off at the hospital-- Oh, I'm gonna to go to the auction gallery first.
We'll stop at the auction gallery.
What's wrong, John? Well, l, uh I guess I'm the one that's elected.
You're Page 1 today, Commissioner.
[whistling.]
[whistles.]
Well, that certainly kicks the hell out of any anonymity l Any anonymity.
Try to say that.
Any ameninity.
That's it, you see? They all know who I am.
Sally, would you-- Yes.
Wait till you hear the rest of the "would you.
" It's quite dispassionate.
I would anyway.
I owe you something.
[bell dings.]
Good morning.
Good morning.
I simply love that Victorian cradle that's in your window.
It is an Empire cradle.
It predates the Victorian era by 50 years.
Oh.
Well.
It's so beautiful here.
I'd love to look around.
Oh, you have Seto ware, Namakara period, 1 4th century.
Nara period.
No, are you absolutely certain? And Nara period is eighth century.
Ah.
Well, I'm interested in purchasing something, uh.
A clock, perhaps.
You tried last night.
Sir? [chuckles.]
For a moment I couldn't place you.
Of course, every man sees a beautiful woman and tries to find out where he met her.
Last night, the Merryvale auction.
I am found out.
The pleasure is mine.
I really wanted that clock, but, [mumbles.]
Robert, my friend, he thought that it was too much.
We had a spat.
See, Robert simply insists on marrying me and I refuse to come between him and his wife.
I thought maybe the clock would serve as a reminder of much I really do care.
He could always tell his wife that it was a business gift.
Couldn't he? It would be our little secret.
Don't you think? I think we shared a moving story.
But truth is rarely as important as enthusiasm when one is telling a tale, anyway.
A tale? Yes.
And if it isn't, you have the promise of my discretion.
I will not reveal Robert to your husband, Mrs.
McMillan.
Mr.
Corday, I want the Fellini.
I didn't get the Fellini.
I know.
What is this? A test of some kind? The value of that clock.
You know antiques.
You know them better.
Thank you for the compliment.
If that clock was worth $1,000, if it was worth $1, 1 00.
Why did you stop bidding? We all have to stop somewhere.
Please do come back and take up my time again.
Your perfume and your smile do something for this heart of mine.
I'm being thrown out.
How can you tell? [bell dings.]
[bell clanging.]
While you're at it, run a check on Mac, I blew it.
Run a check on the two antique dealers as well.
Jacoby and Corday.
Yeah, I'll hold.
You blew it, huh? Yeah.
John, wait a minute.
I left my glove inside.
Press? Don't worry.
I'll get it.
Well, tell them I'm not coming in.
Of course I'll be in.
I'll be in, in a half an hour.
All right.
Okay.
It's the Press.
They want a statement.
Well, you can't stall them forever.
What are you going to tell them? I'll tell them I don't approve of crime.
What happened in there? He recognized me from last night.
All right, let's try Jacoby.
Mac, I think you better tackle Jacoby.
You are a better match for him than I am.
Commissioner, Corday's been killed.
[police siren wailing.]
[siren blaring.]
[people murmuring.]
(Sally) It's something that happens to somebody else.
You read about it in the papers, or you-- or you-- or you see it on TV, but Just a minute ago, he was here, he was talking in that funny way, and moving his hands all around.
You know what? Until--Until a man d-dies, you don't think of him as being alive.
I'll have Patterson take you home.
No, I think I'll go to Merryvale.
Why? Because I could look over and see how we did last night, or something.
Anyway, I have to go to the children's clinic.
It's my day.
It's better if I keep busy, don't you think? Yeah.
[sobs.]
Mac.
I'll be okay.
Take care.
I'll see you later.
Oops, Enright is signaling you.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
The medical examiner thinks it's a, uh, cranial fracture.
But we'll know more from the coroner's office in a couple of hours.
Yeah, looks like it was done with a candelabra.
It's the, uh, chief.
Yeah.
(Yeakel) Good morning, Commissioner.
Looks like you've bought yourself the local franchise on trouble.
What were you doing at Corday's? He overbid on a clock last night.
I wanted to know why.
Did you talk to him? No, my wife did.
I stayed in the car.
I see.
So it's Patterson who found the body, huh? Yeah.
She left her glove inside.
He went in to get it.
Look, I'll be back in the office in about an hour.
I'll talk to you then.
Okay? Okay.
Do me a favor, Mac.
Try to avoid the Press if you can.
How? (commentator) Is Comm.
McMillan on the hot seat? Traditionally, it has been an advantage for a police officer to be at the scene of a crime.
But for Stewart McMillan, propinquity is anathema.
Last night he was an unwilling witness to the theft of the fabulous coffin of Caesarion.
Today he found himself a spectator at the brutal slaying of art connoisseur and antique dealer Edmond Corday.
It is being said at city hall, unofficially, of course, that the Mayor wants his commissioner Iess present and more active.
If results are not immediately forthcoming, the city may have a new crime commissioner.
[knocking on door.]
Come in.
Mr.
Constantine.
He's not in yet.
Oh, hi, Mr.
Wortzel.
No one is in yet.
I'm afraid last night decimated our staff.
How are you feeling, Mrs.
McMillan? Terrible.
I know.
Gruesome and unexplainable.
Why Edmond Corday? At best, he was an inept copy of a human being, a petty thief.
Certainly to be the object of a murder requires more history than that.
A petty thief? His handling of money not his own did not reflect well on our profession.
Was he bidding for someone else last night? I would imagine.
But last night's performance was not vintage Corday.
He suddenly gave up, which is not at all characteristic, especially where Jacoby is concerned.
Jacoby.
Yes, an old, and not too dear, ex-partner.
Ex-partner? Y es.
They were dissolved about three years ago.
Gregory Oh.
Where is he? He's not in yet.
He's not in yet? (Wortzel) Not in yet.
Where is he? I don't know.
I'll wait.
Mrs.
McMillan, may l-- When do you expect him? I don't know.
I can't wait.
Mrs.
McMillan, may I present Mr.
Stryker.
How do you do? [grunts.]
Oh, I'm sorry.
You're here about the Fellini clock.
Ah.
I'm afraid you didn't get it.
You authorized us to bid up to $350.
Believe it or not, it went for $1,000.
Oh? $1,000? Well Uh, would you have Gregory call me just as soon as he can? Um I won't be in town for the Beaujold Estate Auction.
I'd, uh, like to discuss several bids with him.
Oh, uh, good to see you.
Sort of a nervous young man, isn't he? Is he a dealer? No, he's a producer.
That's Andre Stryker? Yes.
The Repertory Theatre.
Well, no wonder he's nervous.
His play is opening tonight.
We're going.
And to his party afterwards? Well, we were invited.
Oh, do go.
He has the finest collection of timepieces in the world.
He's a horologist.
As a matter of fact, I'm surprised his bid was so conservative on the Fellini, considering how desperately he wanted it.
Well, if he wants it desperately enough, he can always buy it from Mr.
Jacoby.
I doubt it.
Jacoby would not have bid that kind of money unless he already had a buyer.
(McMillan) It's not Patterson.
A man has a criminal record, therefore he's automatically suspect? Wrong.
No more wrong than your using that record as his defense.
How do you want your coffee? Black.
Patterson should've spotted the body as soon as he opened the front door.
But it took him a full minute to report back, and I have that on the best of authority.
Oh, yeah, who? You.
Well, all right, he was probably shocked.
1 0 seconds.
He went to look at the body.
Another 1 0 seconds.
[liquid pouring.]
Patterson is a pro.
He wouldn't have touched anything.
[machine thuds.]
You don't owe Patterson any loyalty.
No, loyalty is something you can buy at a pet shop for $20.
I owe him trust.
You got another dime? I'll look.
Excuse me, sir, I've got a full report on Corday.
Where is it? Well, I left it in the car.
Oh.
Anyway, his record was clean.
Incomplete on Jacoby.
Oh, and the lab sent up this report, and, uh, there weren't any fingerprints on the candelabra.
Well, obviously Patterson was wearing gloves.
How about a couple of nickels? Yeah.
Patterson always wears gloves when he drives.
So does my wife.
At least one.
[machine thuds.]
(Yeakel) Give him another dime.
Andy, did you ever think that maybe somebody else was in the store when Sally was talking to Corday? She said herself he was nervous, evasive.
After she went out, he killed Corday and walked out the back door.
I'm afraid not, sir.
That back door was padlocked.
So the killer had to go out the front door.
(Yeakel) Uh, Commissioner, with your permission, I'd like to ask Mrs.
McMillan a few questions.
Corday may have told her something important.
She would have told me.
She may not know what she knows, or what the killer thinks she knows.
If there was anything to know, she'd know.
She's Fred Hull's daughter, remember? Fred Hull was a great criminologist.
That doesn't make it hereditary.
No, but she grew up in the business.
She knows a clue when she meets one.
Come on.
[Ann knocks.]
Commissioner, it's your office on the phone.
Oh, thank you.
Come on.
What's so funny? What did I say? [whispers.]
What's so funny? [whispers.]
What did I say? [whispers.]
Did I really say that? Mrs.
McMillan.
Yes.
I'm Dr.
Hinton.
I wonder if could observe your next class? Sure.
I hope you don't mind my sitting in.
No, of course not, Doctor.
Corday! Corday didn't have it.
I'm sorry.
I didn't understand that.
He didn't have the hearing aid.
[siren wailing.]
Well, where is the car? Oh, it's tied up in traffic.
(Enright) Guess he had trouble parking.
(Yeakel) Why is there so much traffic at this hour? There's that movie company shooting around the corner.
You okayed it.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Go get the car.
No, wait a minute, we'll walk.
Have Patterson follow us.
Oh, Commissioner.
Yeah? If I was married to Mrs.
McMillan She'd be Mrs.
Yeakel.
I wouldn't have Patterson drive her when she was alone.
You know, we have a complete file on him.
Enright, bring me that file.
There's nothing about Patterson you can tell me that I don't already know, Andy.
[honking.]
He's been with us over a year now.
He's too smart to get involved.
Yeah, but it's not just Patterson.
You see, he was part of a gang most of whom have not been rehabilitated by Mrs.
McMillan.
Thanks, Enright.
Yeah.
They come in all flavors.
Assault, battery, armed robbery, murder.
Oh, here's a beauty.
Classic nut.
Kills without reason.
You know him.
His name is Dewhawk.
Annie, this is Mrs.
McMillan.
Is he there? Can he be reached? Lunch.
Well, maybe I could ring him in the car? He didn't take the car? Well, listen, could you tell him when you hear from him, that I'm at the clinic, and to please call me? And if I'm not right here and he can't get me on the phone, to try anyway.
'Cause I've got some important information for him that I found out about Mr.
Corday.
Don't forget, okay? Okay.
Hi, where have you been? I was in a meeting all afternoon I left you a dozen messages.
on drug abuse.
Good.
Is there anything wrong? Are you okay? No, I'm fine.
Thank you.
Can I come into my house? Why didn't you answer my calls? I tried to call, all afternoon, but you were on both phones.
Someday, Sally, you're gonna have to tell me how you do that.
Look, it's--it's been a rough day for both of us.
Let's, uh, let's start again.
Hi.
Hi.
(both) Mmm.
Mac, he didn't have it.
I knew that all along.
Who didn't have it? Corday.
Of course he didn't.
Corday didn't have what? Uh, uh What's the word? A hearing aid.
Yes, he did.
No, he didn't.
Mmm-hmm.
Uh-uh.
Uh-huh.
Well, no, he did.
He did have it at the auction, but he did not have it at the shop.
He didn't? No, but he heard every single word I said.
He actually didn't, and yet he did.
Right.
What you're saying is that the hearing aid was a fake.
Right.
Or? Or it was, uh, uh, whatever you were going to say.
It was some kind of receiving device.
Someone was sending him signals.
Someone who needed time to steal the coffin.
Corday had to keep the bid going till they could get the coffin out.
That means Jacoby was in it with him.
He was? Mmm-hmm.
How? You don't know? Do you? Your father would have demoted you to a niece.
It takes two to keep a bid going.
They had to be working together.
Why didn't I think of that? Nevertheless, you have one hell of a mind.
You know that? You have a very poor but pleasing sense of direction.
It's good to have you to talk to I know.
to work things out with.
I know.
to [inaudible.]
Do we have to go out tonight? Yes, the theatre.
Yuck.
You want a martini? Yeah.
Mac, I just thought of something.
What? Corday and Jacoby would not have been working together.
Do you remember Mr.
Wortzel, the--the auctioneer? He told me they weren't very friendly.
Oh? How friendly weren't they? Well, he said they were ex-partners that didn't speak.
Who was it who said: "The love of money is the mucilage of many a fractured friendship"? I think it was you or Snoopy.
It was me.
[chuckles.]
What I have to find out now is if it was possible to steal the coffin in the time it took to bid on the clock.
How much time would you say it took? I really don't know.
Make a guess.
Five minutes? Yeah, I'd say about five minutes.
That's a good guess.
Is that time enough to steal something as heavy and cumbersome as a coffin? Well, I'm really not that familiar with the stealing of car--sar--sarcophaguses.
Sarcophagi? What's the plural? Coffins.
Ah.
From what you told me, that coffin had to weigh at least a couple of hundred pounds.
That's an awful lot of dead weight for two Uh, that's no pun intended.
I'll try and forget it.
For two people to crawl through a tunnel.
Why two people? Well, they had to go single file.
It was only about that wide.
Can it be done in five minutes, and was it? That is the question.
(together) Arriba.
Abajo.
Al centro.
Al dentro.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Mmm.
What time does the gallery close? I think they're already closed.
Oh.
I wonder if I can get Constantine to open up for me.
What time is the theatre? Unfortunately it's 7:30.
It's opening night.
Oh, look, why don't you go on ahead? I'll catch up with you later.
If you don't want to go alone, you can call somebody.
Chester.
Chester.
He's no fun.
What about your mother, then? She loves opening nights.
What about dinner? Oh, I'll eat at the party.
Are we going? I wasn't sure.
We have to.
I'm representing the mayor.
The mayor.
He's locked in the elevator strike.
Are you going to be using the car? The, uh, the--the Chief thinks that, uh, uh, Patterson is involved in this somehow.
Well, that's ridiculous.
You know that.
What kind of evidence does he have? Hypothetical and circumstantial.
The very thing that you've been fighting your whole life.
You make me sound most noble.
I like it.
You are.
Why don't you just thank him for his concern, and tell him that I feel perfectly safe with John.
Sure? Really.
Okay.
You take the car.
Unless you want it, Mac.
I could take a cab.
No, I don't want you to take a cab unless you don't want to take the car.
I'd be perfectly happy to take a cab if you want to take the car, but, believe me, I don't want to take a cab because I don't want to take the car.
I'd only take the cab so that you wouldn't have to take a cab, because I've taken the car.
I'll take the car.
I'll take a drink.
[grunting.]
(Enright) How much time now? Seven minutes, 1 4 seconds.
Sorry to hear that.
My wife and I figured it only took five minutes to bid on the clock.
Yeah, that's what I thought, five minutes at the most.
I thought you had left.
You said you were leaving.
Well, l, uh, I hung around unofficially.
Well, I've never been to an auction.
Hey, what if they use three guys to carry that thing through? All the evidence indicates only two men stole the truck.
Okay, Joe.
Thanks.
That's all.
Where did Constantine go? Oh, I want to thank him.
Finished already? Yes.
[grunts.]
The last 24 hours have been rather tense and yoga is the way I relax.
Did you find what you wanted to know? I'm afraid we found out what we didn't want to know.
They couldn't have taken the coffin in five minutes.
Uh, how did you arrive at five minutes? Well, that's how long we figured it took to bid on the clock.
We just timed it going through the tunnel.
It took a little over seven minutes.
Uh, the bidding took seven and a half minutes, precisely.
How do you know that? Well, I was watching the Fellini.
It was working.
Everything we sell is in mint condition.
Well, then they could have taken it.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Uh, sorry to have interrupted your meditation.
(McMillan) Good night.
Good night.
Well, where are we going? Jacoby's.
I'd like to ask him a few questions.
I don't think you're gonna get any answers, Commissioner.
[all chattering.]
[music playing.]
Who knows what it was all about, huh? I want to tell you something, I'm not going to t-try and figure it out.
If the writer wants a collaborator, then let him hire me.
I don't know, Harv.
I was thrown the minute I got into the theatre.
Who needs naked ushers? (woman) I love them.
[all continue chattering.]
I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long alone, Mother.
I was just talking to that delightful young man.
That delightful young man was the star of tonight's play.
Oh? Yes.
I didn't recognize him dressed.
You want to go out and get some fresh air? Yes, definitely.
Okay.
Oh, uh, put your shawl on, darling.
Okay, here.
Is that it? What's it doing here? This is sort of a crazy party.
I was coming down the stairs and everyone was talking about the play.
You should have heard some of the things-- (Emily) Careful! Oh, you almost walked right through this glass.
You're right.
Mr.
Stryker, you really should have these doors marked.
Ah, I know, I know.
I keep forgetting it.
I've almost gone through them myself.
Let me replenish this for you.
I understand that clocks are very symbolic.
Psychologically, the heartbeat means mother.
Mother.
Ah, Stryker.
Commissioner, welcome.
I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your play this evening.
I'll try to catch it later on in the week.
Well, l, uh, doubt very much if that will be possible.
We were a flop.
You certainly couldn't tell it from your guests.
Ah, well, there is never so much happiness as that over someone else's failure.
Well, I'm sorry.
My loss pales in comparison with yours.
My loss? The coffin.
Oh.
Magnificent workmanship.
Oh, allow me to lead you to your wife.
Thank you.
Ah, ah, ah! No, no! Don't do that! [sighs.]
I was just looking at it.
I'm sorry, my dear.
But the less one moves precious objects, the less danger there is of harming them.
Ah, this is for your mother-in-law.
They are out on the terrace.
Now, let's get some food in you.
It's a good thing Mac didn't come, he would've-- Mac! Hi.
Hello, Mother.
Commissioner.
I know that's for me.
Thank you, darling.
Hi, darling.
Hi.
What's the matter? Oh, you two go ahead and talk.
Don't worry about me.
Ted can drop me off later, all right? Okay.
(all) Good night.
[sighs.]
What's the matter? Jacoby's been killed.
Jacoby.
Let's go home.
Okay.
Do you-- do you have any idea who might have done it? Somebody is masterminding this whole thing and anticipating me 100 percent.
What are you looking for? Oh, I don't know what I did with my purse.
I must've Mr.
Stryker.
Did you lose something? Well, yes.
I can't-- I can't seem to find my purse.
Oh, well.
Ah-hah! Oh, there it is.
Is this, uh No.
No, no.
Sorry we're leaving so early.
We had a very nice time.
May I suggest that you use the rear elevator? It will save you a thousand goodbyes.
No, no.
Please, don't touch that.
You know, there's one thing.
Hmm? Well, what happened to Mr.
Jacoby, it does clear John.
I mean, he's been downstairs all night.
I don't see the car.
Dark blue limousine? Yes.
Well, he took off some time ago.
[honks.]
(Sally) Oh, no.
There he is.
[car door shuts.]
(Patterson) I'm sorry.
I I hope you didn't have to wait too long.
Oh, no, we just came down.
Where were you? Uh, I went for cigarettes.
It's hard to find a place open in this neighborhood.
I didn't expect you'd be leaving so soon.
[car door shuts.]
(Sally) Mac? Go to sleep, honey.
Don't get up.
Too late.
I think I'm up.
[sighs.]
You okay? Yeah, I'm okay.
Want something to eat? No, thank you.
How about some juice? Uh-uh.
(Sally) How about some company? No, Sally.
Go to sleep.
You didn't sleep all night.
You know how I know? Your side of the bed's too neat.
What time is it? Mmm-mmm.
6:00.
Why not call the office a little later and tell them you're not going to come until real late? Who are you calling? Nobody's going to be there.
[phone ringing.]
Yes? (McMillan) Sgt.
Enright, did I get you up? Yes, of course you woke me.
What sort of stupid question is that at this time of the morning? This is the Commissioner.
Hello, Commissioner.
No, you didn't wake me.
It's perfectly all right.
Good morning.
Meet me at Jacoby's at 7:30.
Right? Right.
Dressed.
Get dressed.
[mumbling.]
Damn! Does that "damn" have any significance, or is that just speculation? I've spent 1 4 years practicing criminal law, freeing men I thought were innocent.
If I could be so sure of an innocent man, why can't I find one guilty man? Sally, the murderer is someone we know.
Someone we've been talking to in the last 36 hours.
Somebody I've felt is innocent, and that's what's kicking me in here.
You didn't make any mistakes, Mac.
God, I hope not.
Why don't you just go back to bed for a little while? I couldn't sleep.
Who said anything about sleeping? Is that always the answer? Ask any "A" student.
Enright? Enright.
[door opening.]
[McMillan grunts.]
[grunts.]
Dewhawk! [gun fires.]
[gun fires.]
Help that man, please.
[car honking.]
[tires screech.]
[car continues honking.]
[honking.]
Hey, those guys are swiping our bikes.
[honks.]
[tires squeal.]
[cars honking.]
[brakes squealing.]
[bell clanging.]
[tires squeal.]
[tires screech.]
[gun fires.]
[gun fires.]
[gun fires.]
[car honking.]
[horn blaring.]
[shouts.]
[body thuds.]
[car honking.]
[siren wailing.]
(woman) Nurse Kenner.
Nurse Kenner, please.
[groans.]
I feel for you, Mac.
(McMillan) Not now.
It wouldn't do you a bit of good.
Maybe I can massage it? No, no, no, no.
Just leave me alone.
[grunts.]
Hurts that much, huh? Oh, Sally, it's Even my lips are limping.
I'm all right.
You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go down to the pharmacy and get you some of that liniment that my mother still uses.
Well, Commissioner.
I understand you've been getting in some exercise.
How's Patterson? The doctor says he's going to be okay.
Good.
That's a very courageous thing you did.
Only until you think about it.
Once you do, it's stupid.
What if I had caught up with him? Interesting thought.
Oh, I got to run.
Doctor! I'm Chief Yeakel.
Is it possible for one of my men to speak to Patterson sometime this afternoon? I'm afraid not.
He took a bullet in the shoulder and he's got a slight concussion.
Andy.
Patterson's one of us good guys.
He almost got himself killed trying to save me.
I know.
I know.
But you still feel he might know something.
Well, he could help.
Somebody wanted to get rid of those two antique dealers.
Somebody succeeded.
Wonder what they were looking for? Anything in Dewhawk's pockets? [elevator bell dings.]
(woman) Nurse Davenport.
Nurse Oh, Enright, hold that elevator.
(Y eakel) Sorry, I have to rush, Mac.
Go down to Jacoby's shop.
See if you can get an idea of what they were looking for.
Hold it, Charlie.
I'll go with you.
[Sally clears throat.]
Just where do you think you're going? Back to Jacoby's.
Oh, no, you're not.
You're going to go home and you're gonna take a long, hot bath.
That would be best, wouldn't it, Doctor? Nope.
Drop you off at home.
No? That's what my nurse says.
[Sally exclaims.]
Dr.
Reiner.
I think I'll go to the gallery.
I still don't know how well we did.
And then, I can walk there I'll pick you up after.
Hi, Commissioner.
Oh, I'm sorry I missed you at Jacoby's.
[elevator bell dings.]
It went up instead of down.
I do not care if you have a search warrant.
You have no right to go through my brother's personal effects.
This is something we must do, Madame Jarnac.
I'm very sorry.
You, more or less, ran the business for your brother.
Did you not, madame? My brother was the business.
I was his secretary, the bookkeeper.
To whom did your brother extend credit? Only to a reputable collector or to old-- an old customer.
Then we can safely assume that the buyer was known to your brother? Yes.
Why do you think your brother was picked to make the bid? My brother was one of the foremost authorities on clocks in this country.
Nowhere in America will you find a collection as fine as those.
Yes.
Did your brother have any business dealings with Andre Stryker? (Jarnac) No.
Don't you consider that odd? Odd? Yes.
A noted collector, a renowned dealer.
It seemed natural for them to be doing business together.
We dealt with him years ago, when my brother and Edmond Corday were partners.
You don't like him.
I do not consider him worthy of like or dislike.
Did you ever tell your brother how you felt? Yes.
I forbade him to deal with that man.
Well, then if he were representing Stryker in bidding for the clock, we now know why he didn't tell you.
[clock chiming.]
Don't you agree? Yes.
[bell clanging.]
Uh, Commissioner, why don't we stick with the car? If it's that far.
If what's far? Wherever you're going.
You obviously have a destination in mind, the pace you're setting.
Last night at the party, Stryker talked about the coffin as if he'd seen it.
Yet it was stolen before it was ever on display.
Is there a phone booth around? I want to call my wife.
Well, yeah, I think I can find one, Commissioner.
[siren wailing.]
I want you to make a phone call, too, I want you to get as much information from whomever about Andre Stryker as quickly as possible.
[exclaims.]
Uh, Commissioner.
How about, uh, Shamerman? He's a good cop and a theatre buff.
That's fine.
(both) Do you have change for a quarter? You know, I never expected to get that much money for those candelabras.
Oh, yes, of course.
[phone ringing.]
Oh, excuse me.
Yes? Just a moment.
It's for you.
Oh, thank you.
Hello.
Oh, hi, darling.
How are you feeling? Well, I can give a pretty good imitation of a man walking.
Good.
I think we're going to be a little longer than I thought.
So why don't l take myself home? Well, I'm going to be tied up, too.
Why don't I check with you later when I'm finished? Don't hang up.
There's something I want to ask you.
Why would I hang up? Because that's what you always do when you're preoccupied.
Oh, don't be silly.
I'll see you later, Mac.
[exclaims.]
Mac.
Mac? What is it? Don't you ever get tired of being right? Is he still there? Can you talk? Uh, uh Uh, no.
All right.
Be careful how you answer.
[mumbling.]
Well, not that careful.
I want to be able to understand you.
[muttering.]
Last night, Stryker mentioned the coffin in very descriptive terms, almost as if he had seen it.
Oh, that'd be impossible.
It wasn't on display.
You goofed, didn't you? [mumbles.]
[garbled.]
He's sitting right here.
[clears throat.]
Were there ever any pictures of it taken in the newspaper, or have there been any in the art magazines? [mumbles.]
Mrs.
McMillan, are you all right? [garbled.]
I'm all right.
[exclaims.]
Uh, I'm fine, Mr.
Wortzel.
Thank you very much.
[clears throat.]
No.
None.
I know the family very well.
And they don't like having their pictures taken.
They're very private.
It's been like that for centuries.
You mean there never were any pictures? Right.
Okay.
Thanks, [mumbles.]
I'll see you later.
[mumbling.]
You know, that's a lot of money for candelabras.
Okay, here's what I got.
Stryker came out of nowhere about seven years ago.
And the impression is he's got lots of money.
And most people think it's inherited, 'cause he's never had a hit play.
But it wasn't.
The family didn't have any money.
He's unmarried, takes 1 0 to 20 trips a year, most of them to Europe to see plays.
Sounds like a good cover-up if you're dealing in stolen art.
Let's go see Mr.
Andre Stryker.
You wanna walk or take the car? Let's walk.
To the car.
[bell clanging.]
All right.
(McMillan) Hold it.
[guns firing.]
Commissioner.
Next time let me go first.
What next time? [people chattering.]
(Enright) We're just about finished here.
Another hour or so, at the longest.
Okay.
Thanks for the information.
Look, they were booked on Merridian Airlines, but I don't think Merridian Airlines has any freight service.
So you better check all planes Iarge enough to carry a coffin, just in case, and, uh, the docks, too.
You know, Commissioner, I don't think Stryker was taking anything out of this country but himself on this trip.
But it's, uh, routine to check and if we didn't do it, it wouldn't be routine.
And You know, just between us, I've never been involved in a situation like this.
There's not one suspect in this theft that's not dead.
I mean, there's no one left among the who-did-its to tell us what they did with it.
[phone ringing.]
Excuse me.
It's been nice talking to you.
[phone continues ringing.]
Hello.
Yes, speaking.
Oh, hi.
Yeah.
Sure.
I'll be glad to tell him.
Right.
Bye-bye.
You know, I bet it was Stryker who masterminded this whole thing, sir.
Yeah, Stryker who killed Corday.
Blackmail.
Wanted to keep him quiet.
The only trouble with that theory is, is that no one saw Stryker come out of the store.
If he didn't come out of the store, and we didn't find him in the store, well, then where was he? You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
Hey.
Yeah.
You think Yeah, why not? I mean, there were a couple of these in Corday's store.
One was larger, too.
Yeah.
Where did you open this thing? Uh, I don't know, I just, uh, I just sort of I hit it.
You all right? Yeah, I'm okay, but I'm disgusted.
[exclaims.]
Oh, excuse me, sir, I didn't know you were getting in.
A man could hide in here.
Look.
Yes.
It's big enough.
Sure.
Yeah.
Only problem is, sir, I think it looks airtight.
I mean, a person couldn't breathe, could he? I mean, if a man stayed in that place as long as we were in the store, he'd be dead.
Wouldn't he? [grunts.]
Oh, by the way, that was your wife on the phone.
She said she was finished down at the gallery.
Thank you.
Oh, Commissioner.
Look, if you like that thing that much, why don't you wait until they sell off the estate? Here.
Be careful of it.
What did Stryker say? "You don't move precious things.
" Uh, Commissioner.
Yeah? Oh.
I'll call your car later.
Yeah.
(Sally) Hi.
Hi.
You're walking better.
I try harder.
Been waiting long? Uh-uh.
Mac, you look awful.
Thank you.
You do.
You look exhausted.
You know what you're gonna do when you go home? You're gonna take a nice, long, hot bath.
What does the doctor know? Then you're gonna sleep the clock away.
I can't.
I have to go out.
Official business.
Mac, you can't be serious.
You're serious.
Do you remember today? Today? Today was the day you took the torture tour of the seven hills on a bike, not to mention being slugged, mugged, bludgeoned, and shot at.
All in no less than six hours.
Well, when you're having fun, time flies.
Oh, Mac, can't you-- Watch out.
Look out, look out.
Can't you call Thanks.
Can't you call the mayor and tell him that he can fill in for you? I mean, he owes you about ten.
Just tell him-- I can't get hold of him.
He's been locked in a teacher's strike since morning.
I'll be home early.
I have to go home and change.
Mac, just out of curiosity, if we're going home, wouldn't it be faster to take a cab? I want to go down to the basement and satisfy my curiosity.
Sarcophagus? What do you know? What do you think? I think I don't think the coffin was taken out of the gallery.
Just moved a short, safe distance.
I knew you were thinking.
What do you mean, a short, safe distance? Last night, Stryker said something about moving precious things.
Stryker's too meticulous.
He wouldn't move that coffin through the tunnel in such a short time.
There's no way.
You mean, the whole thing with the sawhorses and the guys in five minutes and "could two guys do it, one at each end," and all that stuff was just an act? That's Stryker.
What a performance.
(guard) Hold it! No one's allowed in there.
Hello, Commissioner.
We just wanted to take a look around.
Oh, sure.
Okay, just be careful.
They--They think that wall could collapse.
Right.
(McMillan) What's in there, George? All the stuff for the next couple of auctions.
(George) It's our main storage room.
Yeah? May we take a look? Well, no one's supposed to go in Thank you.
but in your case I--I guess I can make an exception.
(Sally) Well, it's needle-in-a-haystack time.
Size is in our favor.
It's not in there.
There's only a certain number of places where one can stash a coffin.
Still, it can be hidden behind, uh, everything.
Yeah, well, take a beginning.
Mac, help me move this.
This is exactly the same crate that they unloaded the sarcophagus in when I went down to the warehouse that night.
Just exactly.
Now, wait a minute.
Move it, that's heavy.
It's gonna be in here.
This is gonna be it.
[grunts.]
[coughing.]
I don't think it's going to be in here, Mac.
Oh, here we go.
Well, so much for logic.
Let's try instinct.
I think I'm out of it.
Sally? [glass clinking.]
In here? No, it's too shallow.
Hey.
Mac! A mummy case, Cleopatra.
Think of it.
An Egyptian mummy, that's it.
Cleopatra.
Cleopatra, the mother, Caesarion, the son.
It's--It's inside.
The womb, the tomb.
It's Stryker.
That's the way he would think.
It's very appropriate.
It's propitious.
Come on, Mac, hurry up.
[mumbling.]
Oh.
Come on, Mac.
It's going to be in here.
I know that it's gonna be in here, Mac.
We gotta figure out how to open this thing.
Do you know how to open these? Sally, you could get clobbered.
To open one of these [muttering.]
Oh.
Wow.
He's really beautiful, isn't he? Yeah.
Your instincts are alive and well and living in Oh-oh.
We're leaving.
Why? Stryker wouldn't do it alone.
Why would he hide it here? How could he get it out of here? He had to have an accomplice, somebody that worked in the gallery.
Who? I think Constantine.
Constantine It seems, Mrs.
McMillan, that each and every time we meet there is the same recurring problem: how to get rid of you.
Here I am again, struggling with that same problem.
It does seem endless.
Endless.
Oh, I like that word.
Let's keep it that way.
It would be foolish to kill us.
Foolish, yes, but that does not make it any less necessary.
Um, the guard.
The guard knows we're here.
I hope so.
He will be the one who discovers your bodies, victims of a cave-in.
I--I heard him warn you before.
He's making his rounds.
We'll wait till he gets upstairs.
One question.
I'm intrigued.
There's something I'm dying to know.
Did you hide in a case like this after you killed Corday? That's a dangerous assumption.
Yeah, well, these are dangerous times.
A man would suffocate if he were in a case like that for any length of time.
Not if he practiced Sunyata.
What? Sunyata, Sally, is a discipline of yoga.
And I think Mr.
Constantine, who is an expert, would agree that if one were serious about it, one could maintain a state of suspended animation for some time.
And that's how you stayed inside so long without suffocating.
Mac, are you okay? (McMillan) Are you okay? I'm fine.
[clattering.]
Call the police.
[grunts.]
[groans.]
[metal clanging.]
[grunting.]
[yells.]
[exhales.]
[sighs.]
(Enright) I'll meet you guys downtown.
I've got my own car outside.
Okay, now I think I can answer your questions.
You see, the Chief felt that none of this would have happened if, uh, Corday hadn't been so greedy, wanted a little bit bigger piece of the action.
And so, uh, Constantine killed him.
Hey, what are you going to do about that coffin? I mean, are you going to hold a--a new auction? No.
There are several collectors that have said that they definitely wanted it.
So I'm going to sell it to the highest bidder.
You okay, Commissioner? How did Constantine plan to get rid of it? That was Stryker's job.
He had contacts, mostly in Europe.
Yes, that's why, uh, Constantine used him.
Oh, so Dewhawk and Wilson were working for Stryker? Right.
Why did they kill the--the second guy, um, uh, uh, the antique-- Jacoby.
Jacoby? Come on, darling.
Well, uh, probably, you see, Stryker felt that he knew too much and, uh, would incriminate all of them.
Can I give you a lift, uh, Commissioner? No, Charlie.
We're going to take a taxi.
It seems every time I get into a police car [chuckling.]
Yeah, well, l, uh, I understand.
Well, congratulations and, uh, good night.
Good night, Sergeant.
How are you feeling? Mmm? I seem to be asking you that an awful lot these days.
As long as I'm around to say "I'm okay," I don't mind.
Why don't you skip tonight? Under the circumstances, I'm sure that the Mayor could-- No, he can't.
He can't.
Mmm-mmm.
Uh, Sergeant, Chief Yeakel.
Chief Yeakel could do it.
It's the Police Athletic League, isn't it? No, no, no.
I promised I'd be I'd be there.
I'll be home early.
What is it tonight? What is it that's so important? What are you doing? Refereeing the championship basketball game.
Is that you, Mac? (McMillan) No, it's me, Jim.
Jim? Yeah, the Mayor.
Mac asked me to fill in for him.
He's busy.
I voted for you in the last election.
-veerhees