01x02 - To Catch a Dead Man

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Meriwether.

With guest stars

Janice Rule,

Darleen Carr,

Victoria Shaw.

Special guest star
William Shatner.

Going to Catalina.

Now? Tonight?

I told you yesterday that I was.

I didn't know that
you meant definitely.

I thought of maybe having
dinner at the club on Saturday.

I'll be back Monday.

I'll call you ship-to-shore.

All right.

Bye, darling. Have fun.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[easy listening music playing]

Good evening, Mr. Carlyle.

Scotch?
Yeah, please.

Going out tonight?

Uh-huh. Catalina.

Funny, I, I never
been in Catalina.

I mean, there it is,
just 34 miles away,

but I've never been there.

Been to Hong Kong on
a package tour once,

but I've never been to Catalina.

Is there a Mr. Carlyle here?

Yes. That's me.

Telephone.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello, Mr. Carlyle. Mike.

You told me to call
at 8:00 sharp.

That's right.

Meet me at the boat
will you, Mike?

Yes, sure. When?

Right now.

And don't tell anyone.

Don't let anyone
see you, either.

Okay.

Hey, why all the spy stuff,
Mr. Carlyle?

I'll tell you when I see you.

Bye.

Bye.

Hi, Mr. Carlyle.

Oh, hello, George.

Working late?

Always.

A sailor's a beast of burden.

A regular jackass.
[chuckles]

Except when he's sailing.

[chuckles]

[timer ticking]

[clicking]

[whispering]:
Mr. Carlyle.

No one saw me.
I came by dinghy.

What's the deal?

The deal is, you take
the boat to Catalina,

I'll fly over
tomorrow and meet you.

I get it.
Your wife...

Yes, you get it.
That's right.

Some people on my tail.

We'll come back together
on the boat Monday.

Have fun.

You, too.

[boat engine starting]

[boat engine revving]

[keys jangling]

[engine starting]

[timer ticking]

[faucet shuts off]

[imitates g*n firing]

I lost my boyfriend, Mr. Jones.

It sounds silly like
that, doesn't it?

Lost my boyfriend.

I sound like some hysterical
high school girl.

No, not at all.

A human being is a very
important thing to lose.

Did you go to the police?

Well, no.

I've debated all
week what to do.

Here's your milk, Barnaby.

That was one sugar and
a little cream, Miss Barton.

Thank you.

Please call me Julie.

Oh, and you forgot this
on my desk.

Oh, yes.

This has been kind of
upsetting, Miss...

Mrs. Jones.

[chuckling]:
Oh, that's my daughter-in-law.

Dad's secretary.
Betty.

He's certainly very attractive.

Yes.

If he only had
a little more sense.

I mean was more practical.

You were going to tell me why
you couldn't go to the police

about your Mike Hartney.

[sighs]

Well, I guess I'd better
start at the beginning.

Or what's important.

Well, what's important is that
Mike has really disappeared.

Usually I wouldn't worry
about that so much

because Mike is gone a lot.

He crews on boats sometimes.

Ensenada Transpac
Race, like that.

He's out of the country
more than he is in.

But this is different.

He isn't crewing on any boat now

because he always tells me.

About the police
was the question.

Well, this time I know
why he's hiding.

That check.

A bad check for $600.

I don't understand.

I mean, that's hardly
a sterling characteristic,

passing bad paper.

No, of course it isn't.

Even if he had a good reason.

It's the only time he's
done anything like that.

And he thought
sure he'd cover it.

But when he couldn't,
he just... just disappeared...

Completely.

But what he didn't know
is that just out of the blue,

my mom and dad sent me $500
for my birthday.

And, well, I-I covered
it just in time.

That still doesn't
clear him of passing it.

No. No, it certainly doesn't.

[bell dings]

Excuse me.

Most detectives send
their lab work out, I guess.

BARNABY:
Sorry about the interruption.

You were saying?

Well, I'm-I'm botching
this all up.

I'm making Mike
sound so terrible.

You must think...

Well, he's not that way at all.

You really care about this Mike.

[light chuckle]

That's pretty obvious, isn't it?

And you think maybe
he's gone for good this time?

Well, if somebody
doesn't find him

to tell him
I covered the check, I do.

What's his address?
Is this it?

You will help, then?

I'll look into it for you.

Oh, thank you.

Now, I... guess
I'd better get started.

Um, that is, if you're
finished with your coffee.

Oh, yes, I am.

Well, thanks for everything.

I feel so much better now.

I just know you'll find Mike.

Well, let's hope so.

Bye, Julie.
We'll be in touch.

Since when do we take
cases like this, hmm?

Where would you send her?

[sighs]

[chuckles]

RADIO NEWS ANCHOR:
On the Carlyle death.

The Coast Guard
has called off its search

for millionaire sportsman
Philip Carlyle.

The body, they say,
will probably never be found

due to strong currents

and evidence
of blue shark in the area.

And now back to Rock Time.

Hi.
I'm, um, Fred A. Williams.

I think my checks
might be ready.

Oh, yes,
Mr. Williams.

Happy to meet you, sir.

One moment, please.

Mr. Williams?

I'm Eugene Adams,
manager of the bank.

Oh. How do you do?

It's always a pleasure
to meet one of our friends

who banks by mail.

Arizona, isn't it?

Yuma.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hey!

[chuckling]:
Hey.

Ha, ha!
Hey!

Meet Fred A. Williams
from Yuma, Arizonie.

[both laughing]

Howdy, Freddie.

I'm Diana Stewart
from Los Angeles.

Oh, pleased to meet you.

[laughing]

Oh, darling, I don't know

whether I like
this "naked face" look or not.

I don't know which is sexier.

But fun finding out, huh?

[laughing]

Ooh, what a feeling.
I'm Fred Williams.

A whole new man.
I get another shot at it.

[chuckling]

Hey, little doggie,
why aren't we drinking, hmm?

I don't know.

Oh, honey, just a second.

Look what I've got for you.

Oh, darling.

How beautiful.

Now we're Indians,
living off the land.

Oh, rich, rich, rich, rich,
rich, rich Indians.

I love it.

Oh, that's heaven.

[both laughing]

And then what?

And then we relax.

We goof off.
We fish.

We make love.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Did you have any trouble
with the passports?

No trouble whatsoever.

I got them from the same

friendly neighborhood
passport supplier

that sold us all our other IDs.

Good.

How's old Dorsey?

Oh, my darling.

My wife of 20 years has done
nothing in the past ten,

except grow older and colder,
which is why we're here, right?

You know, the one thing I
wish I'd be around to see

is the look on her
father's face next month

when he tries to figure
out what happened

to the trustee account
I handled for him.

And on Dorsey's
when she realizes

how I milked all our assets.

[laughing]

Oh...

Passports.

Passports.
Passports.

When do we get to use them?
That's what I want to find out.

When it's time.
That's when.

When everything dies down.

We'll snuggle in here
for three or four months,

out of sight.

We'll get used to being Mr.
And Mrs. Fred A. Williams.

[chuckles]
Catch our breath.

Man, I feel ten years
younger already.

Hey!

Hey, I get another shot at it!

Mike Hartney...
Of course I know him.

He and my husband were

old drinking buddies.

Mike had a little talent,
too, you know... painting.

Did Mike actually work
for your husband?

Oh, the Mikes of this world

don't actually
work, Mr. Jones.

He did odd jobs.

Oh, that's fine, Roger.

Phil always loved

wine, fruit, cheese.

I tried to have
anything he wanted.

Some dessert,
Mr. Jones,

some fruit or cheese?

No, thank you, Mrs. Carlyle,
I've had my dinner.

That's a tricky little
gadget, isn't it?

Oh, Phil loved gadgets.

Expensive gadgets,

expensive cars, expensive boats.

Look what it got him.

Oh, I beg your pardon,
Mr. Jones.

You came about Mike Hartney.

I'm sorry I couldn't see you
earlier today.

Oh, that's all
right, Mrs. Carlyle.

It seems that
Mike's been missing

for the last nine days.

Oh, he is always disappearing.

On those sailing
races, you mean?

Yes, Acapulco, Mazatlán,
the islands,

and if he isn't doing that,
then he's up on cloud nine,

wherever that is, with
that sexy girlfriend of his.

Miss Barton?

No, he's not with Miss Barton

and he's not
on any sailing race either.

I checked.

Who is Miss Barton?

Julie Barton.

I don't know any Julie.

Why, I was speaking of Diane.

Diane Stewart is
the love of Mike's life.

Oh.

Well, that's not exactly
the way I understood it.

Diane Stewart, you say?

Is that with an "E-W"
or a "U-A," or would you know?

"E-W."

Frankly, she's a knockout.

I can understand how Mike feels.

Uh, do you happen to know
where Miss Stewart lives?

Chatham Apartments.

I don't know
if she's still there.

I seem to remember something
about a modeling assignment

in the Bahamas or the...
West Indies.

Oh, I don't know, Mr. Jones.

Chatham Apartments?

Yes, below the Strip on Doheny.

We dropped her off there
a couple of times

when the four of us
were out together.

We were quite a foursome once...

Phil and me and Mike and Diane.

Hey, you know what?

The Greek Islands look great...

Remote but not too remote...

And Athens is a real city.

Forget Athens.

[singing fanfare]

Oh, Mr. Abercrombie, we were
just expecting Mr. Fitch.

Look, I have always wanted
to trout fish,

especially with flies.

I know who sold you that idea.

It was Mi...

Go on, say it.

S-Say it, say M... will you...
Diane, will you say it?

Say "Mike sold you
on trout fishing."

Look, we've got nothing
to be afraid of.

We're brand-new.

We're Mr. and Mrs.
Fred Williams,

and nobody knows any different.

More like Mr. and Mrs.
Fred Hermit, if you ask me.

Y-You don't get
caught doing nothing.

You get caught doing something.

That's why we're
going to do nothing,

and I, for one, intend
to make the best of it.

Well, at least
could I send for Cotton?

Aw, come on, what's the matter

with my having my pussycat
with me?

I miss her
more than I miss people.

Forget Cotton.

We buy ourselves that villa,
we'll have a dozen cats.

There's nobody like Cotton.

You'll get her someday.

♪ ♪

WOMAN:
No, no, no, I hate it.

It's not it, it's just...

I mean, that's it,
but it's not quite it.

It's just still too dark.

I-I'm sorry, but I just cannot
stand for it to be that way.

Please don't argue with me
because I know what I want.

That's not it; that's
not the color I want.

It's still too dark.

I beg your pardon,

but is this or was this
Diane Stewart's apartment?

Oh, I don't know...
Diane somebody.

Uh, her lease ran out
and I took over.

I'm Billie Thompson.

How do you do?
Hi.

Do you know where Diane went?

Nope, I don't know,
I haven't the faintest idea.

I wish I did
because I don't know

if she wants all that junk
she left out there or not.

Say, you can help us.

Come here.

Is this robin's egg blue?

I know it is.

I'm asking him.

Well?

I'd say...
powder blue.

See, see, see?

See what?

Powder blue is closer
to a robin's egg blue

than your sky blue.

BILLIE:
Ugh, I can see it in my mind,
but I can't explain it.

Come on, get some...

Get some yellow in that.

I think that'll do it.

Yeah, yellow.

MAN:
Oh, Miss Stewart?

Yes, she's been bringing
her pets here for years.

She recommends us very highly.

In fact, her lovely
Persian, Cotton...

Does Cotton know you?

Well, he's staying
with us right now.

You have a little
animal friend, too?

No. No.

You see, it's very important
that I talk to Miss Stewart.

Uh, looks like a job for her.

I'm with, uh, Central
Talent, Doctor.

Uh, would you have
her new address?

Oh, I'm sorry. No.

Our clients' addresses
are as confidential

as a pet's personal diet.

[dog whining]

Uh, excuse me just one minute.

It's a new spaniel.

He's a little homesick.

[dog barking]

Afternoon.

Hi.

My grandfather'll be back
in half an hour.

Need a trout fishing license.

That's the best idea
I heard all day, son,

but it's gonna have to wait.

I'm looking
for a relative of mine.

I wonder if maybe you might have
seen her around here lately.

Who? What's her name?

Her name's Diane Stewart.

Miss Stewart.

That name doesn't
ring any bells.

But I sure know her.

That's who I'm looking for.

That's Mrs. Williams.

Mrs. Fred A. Williams.

They took the Bentley house
up by the lake.

Mrs. Fred A. Williams.

I could retire

if I could just get
Mrs. Williams makeup concession.

Her name is Mrs. Williams?

Yeah. She buys it all.

Shampoo, powder.

Bought every jar
of Nocturnal Miracle Massage.

The last tube of Angel Drops.

She asks us for stuff
I don't even know what it's for.

You know where
Mrs. Williams lives?

Sure.

Oh.

It's good practice to catch
a bush fish once in a while.
[laughs]

Any luck?

Uh, no, not yet.

Well, you know, I think

that you are clutching
the rod too tight.

Huh?

You got to keep
your wrist loose, relaxed,

you know, take it easy.

Your thumb should go
right in line with the rod here.

Mm-hmm.

Then center it on the target.

Try it again.

Hey. That's pretty good.

You see?
Yeah.

One thing you got to remember
about fly casting.

You're casting the line,
not the fly.

What can I do for you?

Huh?

I'm, um... I'm
Fred Williams.

That's my cabin up there.

Can I help you?

Oh, I, uh, didn't mean
to trespass, Mr. Williams.

I-I just saw you
down here, and I...

What a beautiful spot.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

You just, uh, looking
around, or what?

Oh, I'm Barnaby Jones.

I'm... I'm looking
for a man named Hartney.

Uh, Michael Hartney.

Michael... Hartney?

Well, no, no, no.

Well, actually, I think

maybe your wife
may have heard of him.

Do you, uh...

Do you suppose I could talk
to her for a moment?

Sure. She's, uh, she's
up there somewhere.

Diane?

Yeah, ask her anything you want.

Yes, darling?

Um, this is Barnaby Jones.

He's, uh, looking for
a friend of yours,

a Mr. Mike
something.

Mike Hartney.

Uh, how do you
do, Mrs. Williams?

Mike?

Yes, from Los Angeles.

He's a friend of
yours, isn't he?

Yeah, sort of.

Why?

What do you want him for?

Well, uh, he thinks

that he's in a real bad bind
about a check,

but actually, he isn't.

When's the last time
you saw him, Mrs. Williams?

Gee, I don't know.

A long time ago.

Couple months.

And since then
you've been making preparations

for the wedding
and not seeing many people.

That's very understandable.

What a fine place
for a honeymoon.

How did you know
we just got married?

Does it show?
[laughs]

JONES:
Well, Mike's friend
described you

as Miss Stewart, that's all.

Or maybe I should have said Ms.,

or maybe I still should.

No, no, no. We're old-fashioned
about a couple of things,

and one of them
is Mr. and Mrs.

You mean you drove up here

all the way from L.A.
to get my wife's help?

Well, it was important,

and, uh, I thought
I might get in a little fishing.

Oh.
You know, business
and pleasure.

Certainly is a beautiful spot.

Uh-uh-uh, -uh.

Mr. Williams, relax.

Oh, yeah.

You know, all this
expensive equipment

you've got here ought to
make it easy for you.

That's a split bamboo pole.

Uh-huh.

First one of those
I've seen in a long time.

And you've got a nice assortment
of flies there, too.

Mind if I take a look?

No. By all means.

Ah. Hand-tied.

Yeah, they are.

There's an interesting one.

Is that a steel head?

Yeah. A, a steel
head and trout.

Did you tie this?

Yes, I did, as a matter of fact.

[laughs]

Funny-looking eyes. How come?

Well, you see what that is?

Two beads joined together
on a... on a beaded chain,

and that's painted.

[chuckles]

I'll be, son of a g*n.

Yeah, it's based on Lady Godiva,

only I added my own ideas.

I painted that.

I call it Lady Diane.

[laughing]

You know,
this is very interesting.

You learned how to tie flies

before you learned
how to cast flies.

I'm an old-time fisherman,

and I never ran across anybody
who ever did that before.

[thud]

Yeah, that's it.

Now you're getting it.

All right.

Well, I guess I've done
all I can about Mike up here.

Sure do hate
to waste this fresh air

and unpolluted lake.

Huh.

Say, you wouldn't happen
to have some extra tackle

I could borrow, would you?

I forgot mine.

Yeah, up on the back porch.

Thanks.

Phil, why did you
let him hang around?

Fred. Can you keep that
on your tongue? Fred?

It's all backfired.

I didn't mind pretending
I was Mike's girl

so the three of us
could go out together.

And it was sweet the way he
always left us alone discreetly.

It was fun then, but
now it's backfired.

Take it easy.

The guy's a troubleshooter
for the bank, that's all.

He's not here
to tell Mike he's in the clear.

He's looking for Mike
because Mike bounced a check.

That's all. Cool.

Listen, I've
got an idea.
What?

Let the old guy prove

what an expert he is
with all this stuff,

and I'll go up to the
house and make us drinks,

and then I'll dial L.A., and
by some weird coincidence,

I'll find out where old Mike is,

and we'll send the
old guy on his way.

[both laughing]

Then we can relax
again and goof off,

and whatever that third
thing you said was

that I kind of like.

Would you like something cool
to drink?

JONES:
Yes, thank you.

Some milk.

To each his own.

Find what you need?

You have some mighty fine
tackle here.

Thank you.

It's, uh,
mostly ocean tackle, though.

I see by your license plates
you're from Arizona.

Right.

That's a long way
from salt water.

Well, not so far from Yuma.

You know, there's the Sea
of Cortez, Gulf of California.

Oh, that's right.

Down below in Nogales there.

Big marlin.

Guess what?

I called my girlfriend
in Beverly Hills.

She ran into Mike
down at the marina.

I mean, she just mentioned it.

I didn't even have to tell her
you were looking for him.

JONES:
No!

DIANE:
You see, my girlfriend's
boyfriend...

He's part of that bunch
who put the Getaway in dry dock.

They're scraping the hull.

Mike's working every day.

Oh, that's great.

I-I hoped I'd get lucky up here,

but I never figured
I'd get this lucky.

The Getaway, you say?
Yeah.

Well, Mr. Williams, I guess
I'll have to take a rain check

on your tackle here.

Sure hate to leave this place.

You can bet I'll get back
up here as soon as I can.

Have a good trip, Mr. Jones.

Bye.

Thanks again.

And remember,
your thumb points to the target.

[car door closes,
engine starting]

I don't like the vibes

I'm getting from that guy, Phil.

I don't care
what you're getting.

Don't call me Phil again!
Do you understand?

You got rid of him.

Relax.

Yeah, what was that
crack he made

about taking a rain check
on the tackle?

He'll be back, you know.
Stop being paranoiac.

Relax.

He was just being folksy.

I never did like
just plain folk.

And incidentally, I don't
like rustic cabins

and murmuring pines.

I've had it.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm packing.

I'm all for using those
passports right now.

Phil, you're hurting me.
Don't you...

Stop it!

Okay.

Okay.

We can check on him.

You call up the Bel Air house.

My... the late Phil
Carlyle's house.

What are you talking about?

And you use a southern
accent or whatever.

And you tell them that
you're Mrs. Barnaby Jones

and your husband gave you
this number to reach him.

And that way,

we can find out
if he's been there.

Are you sure?

Area code 213-459-1082.

I remember the number
I was never allowed to use.

MAN:
Carlyle residence.

Hello, this is,
uh, Mrs. Jones.

Uh, my husband gave me
this number for emergencies.

Uh, Mrs. Barnaby Jones.

I wondered if you happen
to know his whereabouts.

Mr. Jones isn't expected today,
as far as I know.

He was here yesterday.

Would you like me to see if
Mrs. Carlyle is available?

He was there yesterday?

Oh, no.

No, thank you.

How did Jones know
you were here?

Dorsey doesn't know
about this place.

I haven't the vaguest idea.

I'm getting out of here.

People who run get chased!

We're staying here!

[glass shattering]

Oh!

Now, who knew you were here?

Nobody.
What do you mean
nobody?

Don't you know I can see...

I can see every wheel
in your head clicking!

I didn't...
How'd he trace you here?

I didn't tell anybody except...

Except?
I...

just in case of emergency, if
Cotton got sick, the vet.

Uh, but just the
mailing address.
The cat.

The cat! The cat!
The cat! The cat!

How can you be
so damn stupid?!
I'm not so stupid

as to stay here, and you're
not gonna stop me, Fred!

Diane, honey, just
a minute, please.

Don't. I'm sorry.

I know, I know nobody stops you

when you really mean it.

Can they?

Honey, please, don't.

Hon-Honey, don't.

[groans, grunts]

Stop that!

Honey, I'm sorry.

I'm s...

It's...

You're just...
you're sensational
when you're like this.

You are.

I guess it's... I guess
it's good for me to...

To be told where to get off
now and then, huh?

At least we settled that.

[laughing]:
Attagirl.

Come on. Come on.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Barnaby, I, uh, I checked
Marina Del Ray.

There just isn't a boat
named the Getaway

berthed there at all.

What next?

Well, I thought I was gonna
be on my way back home, but,

uh, now I think I'll hang around
up here a little longer,

ask a few more questions.

Maybe she didn't get the name
of the boat straight.

Everything else under control?

No problems.

Hey, keep me posted, huh?

Bye, honey.

She took, uh, 15
and six-tenths, sir.

That'll be $6.33

She doesn't need any oil.

Credit card?
No. Cash.

Oh.

Say, uh, my grandson, Ray, uh,

told me that relative
of yours, uh,

Mrs. Williams is a...
Is an actress.

She ever done anything
on the... the TV?

Mm, just commercials.

She's a model.

Oh.
How much was that?

Uh, $6.33.

Pretty enough to be one,
that's for sure.

Most pretty ones like her
don't pay so much attention

to-to homemaking,
but she sure does.

Uh, how do you mean?
Well, the way...

The particular way she wants
her steaks cut, just...

Just so and...
extra-fancy fruit.

She's a goer for
that husband of hers.

She sure is.

Say, uh...

what-what about him, anyway?

Sticks, uh, sticks to
himself, doesn't he?

Does he?

Well, it's been, uh, what,

honeymoon's been two
weeks or so...

He ain't been down
here not even once.

Not one soul has
laid eyes on him.

I'm kind of insulted.

Most folks from L.A.
or San Francisco

think us Tomac natives
are real quaint.

[chuckling]

♪ ♪

[car engine starts]

Back soon now!

Safe trip.

[vehicle approaching]

♪ ♪

[knocking on door]

Be there in a minute.

[knocking continues]
Coming.

Well!

You gotta excuse me,
Mr. Williams, for, uh,

using your rain check a lot
sooner than I figured.

That's all right,
Mr. Jones.

What's up?
Well, I guess

I just didn't get
the information

about Mike Hartney exactly
right from your wife.

So, uh, I wonder if it'd
be too much of a bother

to talk to her for a minute.

Well, she's gone for a walk...

Up in the hills,
she said.
Oh.

Well, it, uh, gets cold
enough for a coat

this time of the evening.

Well, Diane likes
cashmere sweaters.

Cozy.

Looks like somebody's been
practicing fly casting

in the living room.
Yeah, looks like it,
doesn't it?

I don't want to intrude,

but, uh, would it be all right

if I waited around
to see Mrs. Williams

when she comes back?
Frankly, Jones,

I was gonna have
some cheese and wine

and then hit the sack for a
while until she comes back.

This, uh, altitude
kind of gets you.

So...

So, unless you want
to take the time...

Have another glass of milk.

Why don't you come back
tomorrow?

Does it make it taste better

when you slice it
fancy like that?

As a matter of fact, it does.

Tomorrow, you say?

Um, then I could see the
both of you tomorrow?

Probably.

Okay, uh, let's, uh...

Let it stay that way, then.

Oh, uh, in case you
run across anybody

who, uh, might need
an office like mine.

Oh, sorry, I gave you
the wrong one.

Here.

Fingerprints?

Funny you should say
that, Mr. Williams.

[c*ck g*n]
Oh.

Well, I guess it's not so funny,

after all,
Mr. Carlyle.

You follow the trail
pretty well.

From Bel Air to a cabin
in the woods.

Outside.

I keep my eyes open.

Be amazed at what you can see.

Funny little fishing flies

made by a man who's missing.

Fancy little doodads
for cutting up fruit.

Back door.

Gonna be messy k*lling
me, Mr. Carlyle.

People are gonna look for me.

The lake is deep.

k*lling Diane was simple.

You did k*ll her, didn't you?

Who's gonna worry
about her? Her cat?

But with me now,

lots of people are
gonna worry about me.

Lots of different people like
the people down at the store.

They saw me come up here again.

They're gonna think
it's awful funny.

[groans]

All right, hands up
against the wall.

Don't move.

Operator, get me the police.

Mrs. Williams?

I got that new hairdo
stuff you wanted.

Mighty fine plan,
Mr. Carlyle.

You just made one mistake.

Picking Mike to k*ll.

Mike wasn't as much of a loner
as you figured.

He did have someone
who cared about him.

I loved him.

There'll be others
for you to love, Julie.

I guess so.

You're very young.

I feel awfully old.

[seagulls crying]

Ready to walk back?

No, I think I'll stay
out here for a while.

Don't worry about me.

I like to watch the
boats coming back.

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