be right back,
Mr. McFadden.
CC: Make it snappy.
(LAUGHING)
Oh, yes, of course.
(GROANS)
Remind me
to thank Benson
for leaving me
with that person.
Benson had no choice.
He had to go to the
police negotiations.
How's it going
with CC.?
Mr. C.C. McFadden
is snide, arrogant,
overbearing,
egotistical.
Those are
his best qualities.
I tell you, that man...
(LAUGHS)
Yes, I'll, uh,
just be running
these contracts
over to legal myself.
(LAUGHING)
Hello again.
It's Denise, isn't it?
Yes. Is there anything
I can do for you while
you're waiting?
No, but give me
a minute, I'm sure
I'll think of something.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Well, I have some
typing to do.
Well, why don't you take
a break, Denise?
You see, I like
to get to know the
people I deal with.
I guess I'm just a sucker
for the personal touch.
(LAUGHS DEVILISHLY)
(LAUGHING)
Oh, Mr. McFadden...
How about dinner tonight
in my hotel, say,
Oh, I'm sorry, I can't.
I have plans.
Well, cancel them.
I want to have
dinner with you.
I can't, Mr. McFadden...
I really do have plans.
So do I.
Please,
Mr. McFadden.
Sweetheart,
I don't think you
fully appreciate
what Mcfadden Textiles
can do for this state.
Oh, that's not true.
Then you should accept
my invitation.
You see, if I have
to be alone tonight,
I might be a little
grumpy in the morning.
And if I'm a little
grumpy in the morning,
I might not feel like
signing those papers.
But we can remedy
that situation.
I'm at the
Webster hotel.
Room .
Call me.
Ciao.
(LAUGHS DEVILISHLY)
Oh, hi, Benson.
How did the negotiations
go with the police union?
Well, we reached
a compromise.
They got everything
they asked for.
Did Clayton have any
trouble with McFadden?
Well, they seemed
to agree on a few
small changes.
Well, do we have
a deal or not?
Well, he hasn't
actually signed yet.
He said something
about tomorrow morning.
They love to drag it out.
There's a lot riding
on this contract, huh?
Yeah. It means
about , jobs to the
people of this state.
Wow. That's just
what I wanted to know.
You know, how
important it was.
About as important as a pair
of lips to Howard Cosell.
(LAUGHS)
Seriously, Denise,
it's extremely important.
I see.
(SIGHS)
Webster hotel?
Room... , please.
Oh, Denise,
you're very early
this morning.
(SOBS)
Oh, well, you're
not all that early.
Maybe my watch stopped.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't...
Well, that's okay.
I was here even
earlier than you.
Of course,
I live here.
(SOBS)
Denise, are
you all right?
Yes. I'm fine.
I just had a rough
time last night.
Oh, und you lost
your other shoe?
(VOICE BREAKING)
It's a long story.
Do you want
to talk about it?
Oh, Gretchen,
last night I had
a date with a jerk
with hands!
I knew he was a creep
the first time I met him.
But if you knew,
why did you go
out with him?
For Benson.
What?
If I tell you
who the guy is,
do you promise
not to tell anybody?
Promise.
It was C.C. McFadden.
C.C. McFadden?
Morning, ladies.
What about C.C.
McFadden?
Oh, nothing!
What do you mean,
"Nothing"?
Denise went out
with him last night!
Gretchen, you promised!
I lied.
He gave her a bad time,
und it is all your fault.
She did it for you.
What do you mean?
You went out with
C.C. McFadden for me?
I just told you that.
Pay attention.
Denise, what's
this about?
C.C. picked me up
after work last night
and took me to dinner.
And then, afterwards,
I told him I had to come
back here to get my car.
But he drove me
to the lake instead.
(GASPS) Why did you go
out to the lake with him?
It's tough to get
out of a car at
miles an hour.
I don't understand.
He didn't ask you?
He just took you?
Yeah. Just as he
was parking, I tried
to get out of the car,
but he grabbed me
and ripped my dress.
He ripped
your dress?
Yeah, but I got away.
I ran to a gas station
and called a cab.
But you got back
here all right?
Well, sort of.
When I got back here...
C.C. was waiting
in my car.
Oh, no.
So I ran inside,
and I've been here
ever since.
And I had something
to do with you going
out with this guy?
Well, he said he
wouldn't sign the deal
for the industrial park
unless I did.
That's sexual
harassment.
Good morning.
Oh, Denise,
I'm sorry McFadden
treated you that way.
Ha! What about me?
Yesterday, while
you were off playing
budget director,
I was systematically
humiliated by Mr.
C.C. McFadden.
Boy, I'd sure like
to deck this guy.
Mmm-hmm. I appreciate
your concern, Benson,
but I'd settle
for a simple apology.
He tried to have his way
with Denise last night.
Oh?
He said our deal
would be off unless
Denise cooperated.
Hi, guys.
Well, it's a sad
commentary, but these
things do happen, Denise.
I wouldn't take
it seriously.
You'd take it seriously
if McFadden had been
pawing at you all night.
Damn! This makes
me angry.
McFadden
came on to you?
Oh, Pete,
forget it.
I'll k*ll him!
I'll k*ll him!
I'm gonna go talk
to the governor.
That's a better idea.
Benson, what
about our deal?
To hell with the deal!
Now, now! Don't
do anything rash!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Do you remember the time
we took Gary Emilio's
roadster apart
and reassembled it
in the Dean's office?
Oh, that was great!
I haven't thought of
Gary Emilio in years.
I wonder whatever
happened to him.
He's dead.
It was funny then.
Oh, Gene, you know,
I'm really glad
I dropped in.
Oh, I am glad, too.
But it's quite a surprise.
Well, you know,
it was a last-minute
decision.
I was on my way to
the coast, and I thought,
"Eh, I'll stop in
and say hello
"and see if my boy C.C.
is, uh, behaving himself."
Well, I haven't had
a chance to meet him yet,
but I assume
everything's copacetic.
Governor, something's
gonna have to be done
about this creep
McFadden!
Now, first let's get
the creep to sign
the deal.
Uh, gentlemen,
meet George McFadden,
the creep's father.
Oh. Uh...
Gentlemen,
what's the problem?
Well, sir, your son
has caused my secretary
a little trouble.
What kind of trouble?
He told Denise
that our deal
would fall through
unless she went
out with him.
She went out with him,
and then he spent
the evening mauling her.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I really am.
I don't know what
I'm gonna do with that boy!
I have a few suggestions.
Unfortunately, this
isn't the first time
he's behaved this way.
Well, hasn't anyone ever
pressed charges against him?
Twice, but his mother
has the best lawyers
on the east coast,
and she thinks
she's doing him a favor
by bailing him out.
I don't know.
I've done everything I can
to straighten him out.
I just... I wish there
were some way we could
get through to him
before he ends up
in real trouble.
Well, sir, he's in
real trouble now.
Benson, let's not
jeopardize the deal.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Don't worry about that.
Your deal with
McFadden Textiles
is set.
Thanks, Mac.
My son
is the problem.
Oh, I tell you,
Gene...
He's worse than
Bronco Calhoun.
You mean that
dumb quarterback
who kept bothering
the cheerleaders?
Gentlemen, please,
could you spare us this
trip down memory lane?
Something's got to be
done about this guy!
Hey, you remember
what we did to Bronco?
I mean, we really
straightened him out.
You're not suggesting
we do that to your son?
Well, why not?
Nothing else has worked.
(CHUCKLING)
Oh, I don't know, Mac.
Gene, it may be a way
to get through to him.
Well, I'm sure
it'd teach him a lesson.
It sure solved the problem
for that cheerleader.
Well, if it'll teach him
a lesson, do it!
Well, we'd need
everybody's help.
Anything I can do.
Well, I say we
do whatever makes
Mr. McFadden happy.
Then we'll give it a try.
Sure! Let's go for it!
Okay. What'd you do?
We m*rder*d
the cheerleader.
I just want you to know
how much I appreciate all
that you're doing for me.
I can't thank
you all enough.
Denise, you've
been thanking us
every five minutes.
Right. That's enough.
Now, does everybody know
what they have to do?
ALL: Yes!
Good! Now, let's have
a quick recap.
Another one, Governor?
That's the tenth recap!
Well then, one
more won't hurt.
Right. I take
C.C. to dinner
and make sure he
has a few stiff drinks.
Right. We need to have
him off-balance. Benson?
I have Denise's
appointment book.
I'm the brother,
and I got the shoe.
I wear a black dress
und a hat with a veil.
I'm in the closet
with the microphone.
I work the lights.
And I run the sound
and I come in later
as the eye witness.
What about me?
Oh, no, no, I don't
want you involved
in this at all, Katie.
Why not? Denise
is my friend too.
Honey, I want you upstairs
doing your homework.
Oh, daddy...
Or else I'll dock
your allowance.
Sorry, Denise.
Money talks.
Okay, I guess
that's it.
Now, synchronize
your watches.
(GROANS)
I have :.
I have :.
I haven't
got a watch.
:.
:.
What have you got?
Second thoughts.
Can't we just
come in around
Fine. Now, let's
have a quick recap.
(ALL GROAN)
They're coming!
They're coming.
Ooh, I'm on my way.
I'm going into
the closet now!
Well, here we are.
Come right in,
Mr. McFadden. Make
yourself at home.
I'm certain the governor
will be joining us shortly.
He's so looking forward
to meeting you.
Well, he should be.
I'm bringing enough
money into this state.
(CHUCKLING) Yes.
Let me fix you
a little drink.
Isn't it rather
dark in here?
Oh, it's always
like this.
The governor insists
the room be kept
exactly as it was
the night he discovered
emily there on the sofa.
Poor thing.
It was a horrible
way to go.
His wife?
His basset hound.
I'm sorry you
won't get to meet
Mr. DuBois tonight.
He's terribly upset
about his secretary.
Denise?
Yes.
She didn't show up
for work today.
What'd she do, call in sick?
(LAUGHS DEVILISHLY)
No. I'm afraid
she's missing.
Well, she's a hot
little number.
Maybe she took off
with some guy.
(IN BRITISH ACCENT)
That's one theory...
But not a very
plausible one.
Who are you?
Inspector Frederick Snibe,
Scotland Yard.
Retired, now living
in the colonies.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I... Inspector,
why are you here?
I've been hired by the family
of Denise Stevens
to find her whereabouts.
Well, may I introduce myself?
I'm Clayton Endicott III.
Ah, Clayton Endicott III,
your reputation precedes you.
And this, no doubt,
is C.C. McFadden.
How do you know that?
Elementary,
my dear fellow.
You wear the tie
of an Ivy League school
a minor one,
but Ivy League
nonetheless.
But the damaging
evidence, of course,
is your handkerchief
bearing the initials "CC."
(GASPS)
Amazing!
Yes, it is, isn't it?
Inspector, have you
made any progress
in your investigation?
Unfortunately,
Endicott, yes.
I fear Miss Stevens
has met with foul play.
"Foul play"?
(THUNDER CRASHES)
Good heavens to Betsy,
there seems
to be a storm brewing.
Inspector,
if I'm a suspect,
I'll be glad to answer
any questions,
but there's no reason
to detain Mr. McFadden.
I'll be the judge
of that, my boy.
Mr. McFadden,
I wonder if you'd
be so kind
as to inform me of your
whereabouts last evening,
between the hours
of : p.m. and : a.m.
I, uh, I was home.
"Home"?
Come, come,
Mr. McFadden.
If by "home,"
you mean
Number
Dreamy Drawer Drive,
Ancient Oaks Estate,
Cos Cob, Connecticut, ,
don't be ridiculous.
Surely, you're joking.
You were here in this city.
Well, I didn't
mean home home.
I was at my hotel.
I was at my hotel all night.
"All night"?
My dear fellow,
what do you take me for?
Then perhaps
you can explain
why you were seen
arriving twice.
I don't get you.
It's very simple,
my man.
Now, you were seen arriving
at your hotel at : PM.
And then again
at : AM.
Now, you can only
arrive at a place twice
if you left it once!
Eh? Eh?
When did you leave,
and where did you go?
I, uh, I, uh
I, uh...
"I, uh, I, uh."
Uh, endicott,
are you familiar with
this dialect, "I, uh"?
I, uh...
I see you are.
I put it to you, sir,
that you had dinner
last evening with
Miss Stevens.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
Hi.
You wanted to see
me, inspector?
I, uh...
Uh, Katie, the inspector
is busy right now.
Aren't you busy right now?
Yes, he's busy right now.
But I'm an eyewitness.
Well, I, uh,
this is an interesting
turn of events.
Take it, Endicott.
Uh...
(CLEARS THROAT)
Um, uh, Katie,
why aren't you upstairs,
earning your allowance?
Money isn't
everything, Clayton.
I saw Denise
in the parking lot last
night at exactly :.
She's doing my part!
I'm the eyewitness!
Now I'm not even
in this thing!
It was dark,
and there was
a man with her.
Never seen
him before.
Wait a minute...
That's him!
Well, mr. McFadden,
that would seem to clinch it.
We have an eyewitness.
Oh, come on.
You're not gonna
listen to this little
brat, are you?
Endicott, would you be
so good as to take the
young lady to her room?
Gladly. Come
along, Katie.
Wouldn't you like uncle
Clayton to tuck you in?
Oh, brother.
(GROANS)
Now, let me
get this straight.
You left your hotel,
and you came here,
to the mansion.
Look, I had a little
dinner with her at the hotel.
Then I brought
her back here.
So what?
"So what"?
Yeah. So what?
I'll ask the questions here.
Don't get uppity.
Are you really
from Scotland Yard?
(NORMAL VOICE)
I said so, didn't I?
(IMITATING STANLEY KOWALSKI)
Denise!
What is that?
(IN BRITISH ACCENT)
Good grief, we're
in for it now.
Miss Stevens'
brother Bruno. Vulgar,
violent chap.
We're connected
through an unfortunate
association.
He is my employer.
What is it, Bruno?
Well, you know, this is the,
uh, shoe of my sister,
you know,
which she was
wearing last night.
Yes. Let me see that.
You found this
in the blue cadillac
in the parking lot,
did you not?
Yes. No, but yeah,
how'd you know?
Simplicity itself.
I noticed the blue cadillac
in the parking lot,
and its tires were caked
with an odd, reddish mud,
a mud which can
only be found locally,
at Echo lake.
Echo lake?
This shoe has that
same mud on it.
Mr. McFadden,
Would you be so kind
as to let me
examine your shoes?
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Now, look,
she begged me.
She begged me to take her
to the lake, so I did.
But we had an argument.
She must have
lost the shoe
when she jumped
out of the car.
She got a cab and
came back here.
I never saw her again.
(CHINESE ACCENT)
Ah, correction,
Mr. McF... Ahem,
(BRITISH ACCENT)
Correction,
Mr. McFadden.
You saw her at :.
Did you not remember
the little brat?
Oh, uh, if you, uh
you did anything to Denise,
I'm gonna rip
your lungs out!
(SNORTS)
Oh, please!
Mr. Stevens, calm down.
(NORMAL VOICE)
Way down, baby.
(BRITISH ACCENT)
The ball...
Is in your court,
Mr. McFadden.
Well, I saw her
in the parking lot,
and after that,
I don't know what
happened to her.
BENSON: Neither do we.
However, when ordinary
methods don't work,
I'm perfectly willing to try
extraordinary methods.
Gentlemen, I'd like you
to meet my associate,
the world-famous
psychic...
Madame Kraus.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
So, Inspector,
you have another
problem for me?
Unfortunately,
madame, yes.
I feel you are looking
for a young lady.
Yes. I have
I feel that she is
a short brunette
with a pixyish quality.
I feel that you have
an article of her clothing.
Madam, if you'd be so kind
as to stop feeling,
I'd tell you about it.
I have her shoe.
Let me have it.
I'd be happy to.
There is evil
connected to this shoe.
I see the girl
who wore it.
She's in a car with a man.
He tries to do
rude things to her.
Ooh. They struggle.
She runs from him.
Suddenly, they are
in a big house.
He catches her.
She screams.
All is dark.
She is morte.
(NORMAL VOICE) Could you be
a little bit more specific?
She is dead.
(GASPS)
She has fallen
on foul play.
"Foul play"?
(THUNDER CRASHES)
Dead? I think I've had
enough of this!
Oh, no, no.
Sit down, punk.
I call upon the
spirit of Denise.
(WAILING) Denise!
Bruno, that's very irritating.
I ask the spirit of Denise
to speak through me.
This is crazy.
Silence! Silence!
She's going into a trance!
How can you tell?
By the ugly look
on her face.
Quiet!
Denise is going to speak.
DENISE: This is
the spirit of Denise.
Miss Stevens,
we welcome your spirit.
Thank you.
I have come back
to avenge myself.
Yes. Yes.
We'll get to that soon.
But could you tell us
what happened?
Sure.
I came into this house.
It was late and dark,
but not too dark
to see the man
who m*rder*d me!
"m*rder*d"?
Denise was m*rder*d?
(THUNDER CRASHES)
Miss Stevens,
I know that this has been
a terrific strain on you.
Can you tell us his name?
Please, tell us his name.
It was C.C. McFadden!
(THUNDER CRASHES)
Well, sir...
There's nothing left to do
but confess.
"Confess"?
I didn't k*ll anybody!
And all you've got
is circumstantial evidence.
You don't even have
a body!
"A body."
Uh, how do you know
we don't have a body?
Yeah.
Uh, how do you know
we don't have a body
right here, for example?
Uh, in this closet,
for example...
(KRAUS SCREAMS)
C.C.: Oh, my goodness!
What do you think
this is?
Hey, I didn't k*ll her.
You got to believe me.
I didn't k*ll her.
Yeah, I forced her
to go out with me,
but I didn't k*ll her!
But you did upset me!
(GASPS)
Oh, I get it.
Well, I hope
you enjoyed this
little charade,
because it's gonna
cost you all
a great deal.
McFadden Textiles will
never build in this state!
That's what you think,
Charles!
Daddy.
C.C., my son,
you are fired!
Oh, yeah?
We'll see about that.
I'm going home
to tell Mother.
Tell her she's
fired, too!
You wait for me, young man!
I'm not finished with you!
Gene, I'll call you.
Bye, everyone!
Bye!
(ALL LAUGHING)
Well, it didn't turn out
exactly the way we expected,
but I think we made
our point.
You know something?
When I went into my trance,
I think I actually went over
to the other side.
(NORMAL VOICE) It's too bad
they sent you back.
Peter, now that
this is all over
would you mind telling me
just exactly what you thought
you were doing?
I know. He was
impersonating
Sylvester Stallone.
John Travolta.
Oh, I thought
it was Rod Steiger.
Oh, no, no,
it was Marlon Brando.
Thank you, Benson.
Doing an imitation
of the Cookie Monster.
Well, anyway,
I had the hard part.
I had to move my lips
while Denise was speaking.
Well, that's what
a dummy does.