They Call Me Mister Tibbs!

Will you get away from me?!

Get away from me! Get the hell away from me.

I can't even fake it any more!

Well, what are you waiting for?

I had it better this afternoon over there on the rug!

Much better! Now get outta here!

I'm sick of you and your lousy hang-ups!

Just get the hell outta here, and take this thing with you!

You lousy son of a bi...

It's Mealie.

Miss Joy?

Comin' in, Miss Joy. Comin' in for the trash.

Miss Joy?

Miss Joy?!

Mr Weedon. Mr Weedon!

Mr Weedon! Mr Weedon!

Mr Weedon!

I told you to keep away from here.

That girl down in 3A, Joy Sturges...

She... she's dead!

- She's what? - She's dead.

There's a lot of blood down there. Somebody's done a terrible thing.

Shut up! You want 'em to hear you clear across the bridge?

The poor girl's laying down there in the...

Now, Mealie, just take it easy. Now, take it easy.

Now, what the hell are you talking about?

I... I went in there, just like I always do

when she forgets to put the trash out.

And there...

on the floor, right there...

I think it happened just now.

- Did you see anybody? - No.

People come in and out of there all the time. You saw somebody.

No. No, not a soul.

I... I didn't see any...

Think, Mealie, think.

Nobody. I...

- Yes. Yes. - Who?

Mr Sharpe.

Logan Sharpe?

- Yes. - When?

About a half-hour ago, maybe a little more.

Yeah?

But he went to see... went to see her often.

He'd... you know, he'd...

Man just, uh... spreadin' the Word.

- Did he see you? - No.

Now, don't you go suspicion in' Mr Sharpe.

I've never had any trouble in this building. Now I'll have police all over the place.

I... I don't want anything to do with no police neither.

You don't tell them nothin'.

- Don't even tell 'em I saw Mr Sharpe? - Nothin', I said!

You understand? All you know is the inside of a trash can.

Now, look, uh... Mealie.

I take care of you, right? Huh?

Here.

Take it. Don't you want it?

Now, you have a good time.

But remember, don't you say nothin' to nobody. Get it? Nothin' to nobody.

Mighty nice of ya, Mr...

It's OK.

Remember what I said.

Marden here.

Mm-hm. OK, put him through.

- Logan did it. - Who?

Logan Sharpe killed a girl.

He did what? Who is this?

110 St James Street, apartment 3A.

She was his girl. We saw him running out of the apartment. Got that?

Uh, hold on. I want to get a pencil.

Don't get cute!

- Captain, about this report... - What is it?

Uh, I'll initial that later.

- You ever been arrested? - Once.

- What was the charge? - Hooker.

Tibbs.

Hello.

How are ya?

I'm fine.

Yeah.

Not long. In a little while.

It is Sunday. And you have a family.

A family? What's that?

- Would you like anything special to eat? - No. Something light. A beer, that's all.

Hey, uh... can we go and hear Logan tonight?

I can get a sitter. OK?

Not tonight, honey. I'm... I'm beat.

- Did you hear me? - Yeah, I heard you. You're beat.

- You're mad. - No, I'm not.

- Don't be too late, OK? - OK.

Virge, uh... Something's up.

I think you'd better go with Herb and have a look. Do you mind?

What would you say if I said yes?

It's your pal, Logan Sharpe. He may be in a jam.

Out.

- Anything? - Too good to be true.

OK, hurry it up.

Stanley? What have you got?

- Nobody in or out since we got here, sir. - Who's been questioned?

Everybody on the first two floors. Carter and Levy are covering the upper floors.

- Lady at the switchboard saw nothing. - What about the fire escapes?

I haven't looked.

- Now is a good time to start. - Yes, sir.

Eddie? George, I want in the living room, and I want that glass sent down to the lab,

and John, in the kitchen. Come on.

Anything?

Oh, too much. She's been strangled, too.

- It'll take the autopsy to clear things up. - What about a time?

You know me. I never guess except in a court of law.

The lights weren't on. Would you put it before dark?

You heard me the first time.

Deutsch? Deutsch, come in, please. Over.

- Yeah? - This is Kenner.

What about Logan Sharpe?

He's home. He's been there since 7.15. There are witnesses.

OK. Out.

Who made that phone call?

That's the question.

Don't you and Sharpe sit in the same pew?

Maybe you oughta pass this one.

Lieutenant, this looks like a new carpet. A lot of this loose stuff's lying around.

- Take some down to the lab. - And here, I think, some semen.

Scrape it.

Oh, Lieutenant?

There's some more on the couch.

There's semen on the spread, Lieutenant.

- Book it. And run an acid phosphatase. - Looks like Joy's had a very busy day.

- This room's been dusted? - Yes, sir.

Check out the hallway and the roof.

- Eddie, take Joe with you. - Got it.

The Church in the Modern World. Ha! This broad?

Belongs to Logan Sharpe.

"For what is man, that thou art mindful of him?"

"Thou hast put all things under his feet."

"Sheep and oxen, all of them."

"The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea."

But man has polluted the air,

and rotted the cities.

And what are we doing about it?

Where are we spending our money?

So what, if all of our children go to brand-new, five-million-dollar schools?

What can they learn from teachers who do not speak their language?

From teachers who would rather be somewhere else,

teachers who are responsible to someone else?

They say that I'm a political preacher. They warn you against listening to me.

But what is the word "politics"? What does it mean?

Let's look to the dictionary. It's Greek.

It means "of the citizen".

And what is a citizen? A citizen is a human being.

And if a human being and his welfare

are not in the domain of one of God's ministers, then I ask you, what is?

We're down to the wire. The next few days

will determine the success or failure of Proposition Four.

Now, I'm not going to delude myself. If it's successful, it is not the end.

It is the beginning, it is a start, it's a foot in the door.

I eventually would like to see home rule

in all areas other than schools.

If we do not do things for ourselves,

no one will do them for us.

Anger will not do it.

Votes will.

Let us pray.

Lord, teach us to love ourselves, so we can love.

Teach us to respect ourselves so others will respect us.

And, dear Lord,

give us this, our first victory.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Looks like you're in for an easy night. - So far, so good.

I hope it stays this quiet after the votes are counted.

Yes on Proposition Four. May I help you?

How long have you known this man?

18 years.

If it's relief money, we don't want it. How's about putting up a few posters?

It'll help take the kinks out of your rheumatism.

No, don't waste a stamp. We'll send over our armoured truck to pick it up. Angelo!

Uh-oh. I was afraid I was becoming too controversial. How are you?

- So-so. Nice sermon, Logan. - Thank you. Where's Valerie?

This is Lieutenant Kenner, Homicide. Inspector Deutsch, Homicide.

The Reverend Logan Sharpe.

- What's the occasion? - Joy.

Joy?

- Joy Sturges? - Yeah.

- Is there someplace better we can talk? - Sure. This way.

We can't afford TV spots. You gotta do something to get the coverage for free,

like maybe stand on your head on top of a cable car or something.

- Hello? - I've got it down here, Reverend.

Joy... Has something happened to Joy?

She was found dead tonight. She was killed.

Oh! How... how... how'd it happen?

Messy.

I think you'd better call a lawyer, Logan.

- Now. - What... what for?

I think it would be a good idea to check his shoes.

Do you mind?

No, of course not.

There's another couple of pairs in the bedroom closet.

I'll get 'em.

Get everything out of the closet. Lay it on the bed.

Someone said he saw you. He phoned us.

- Who? - We don't know.