Vice Squad

- All clear. - Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I didn't see nobody.

I'd better go now, Vickie.

- Will you call me? - First chance I can.

This is Kellogg, beat 1E and H.

Send a car to Mac's Car Lot, 14th and Hamilton.

Meet the officer. Possible GTA suspects in lot.

I will.

Freeze!

All right, bud. Police officer...

Put your hands in front of you and come out slow.

All right, come on.

Keep your hands in front.

Now turn around and face the car.

Put your hands on the roof and put your weight on it.

Palms down.

Get your feet back.

Come on.

Come on.

That's it.

Help...

Help.

Help.

Stay where you are!

Well, what about it, Mr. Hartrampf?

Aren't you going to tell me anything about what happened last night?

My attorney told me I didn't have to tell you anything until he gets here.

Look, Mr. Hartrampf...

This report on the shooting of Officer Kellogg has to be on the captain's desk

when he gets in at 8:00.

Now, what's he gonna think when he reads that

you were found at the scene of the crime and refused to say anything?

Not even what you were doing there!

My attorney told me I didn't have to

say anything.

Captain has a lot of problems to contend with every day.

He's not gonna like it when he finds that you're one of them.

Now, you still have a few minutes left to give me a statement before he gets here.

- Hi, Lacey. - Morning, Captain.

- Good morning, Captain. - Good morning, Ginny.

How about something on the Kellogg shooting?

Talk to Lieutenant Imlay. He's handling it.

I did. He said to talk to you.

All I know is what I got on the phone from Imlay.

Captain...

Take it easy, Frankie.

Morning reports all here?

All except Imlay's. He's still working on his.

What's holding him up?

He's been talking to the witness they picked up at the shooting.

Well, I want to see his report as soon as it's ready.

What's the latest from the hospital?

Kellogg's still under oxygen.

He hasn't regained consciousness.

Not good.

Miss Easton's outside.

Hmm?

The girl Judge Chaucer called about.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, uh...

What's the name of that con outside with Lacey?

Frankie Pierce.

Mmm-hmm.

He told Lacey he's got something good for you.

Well, we'll see.

Uh, they turned down our request for a new typewriter.

Naturally.

There's the television interview today at 1:00.

You have to be at the studio half an hour early. For makeup.

Makeup?

They do it to everybody.

I wish I could get out of it.

Today's a bad day.

Here. Save this for me, Ginny.

The chief called.

Okay.

Here's Nashville on Owen Critch.

They've got a want on him too.

Let me see the charges.

Oh, Doris?

Barnaby.

Chief busy?

I'll hang on.

Chamber of Commerce again,

with copies to the chief and Cade.

- The pickpockets? - Mmm-hmm.

Cade wants to see you about it.

Oh, Chief?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Ginny talked to the hospital.

I gave it all to Homicide.

Imlay.

Well, taking the automobile after shooting the officer

sounds like more than just a car theft to me.

No, nothing on the witness. I'm waiting for Imlay on that.

Yeah, I will, Chief.

No, nothing more.

Yeah.

Do you want to see Frankie Pierce first?

No, let him stew a little.

Send the Easton girl in.

All right.

You may go in now, Miss Easton.

Miss? Did you tell him, miss?

Take it easy, Frankie.

This is Barnaby. Let me talk to Les.

Miss Easton?

Good morning, Les. Listen to this.

Nashville picked up Critch.

Yeah, they've got a charge against him but it's not enough.

We can rap him twice as hard. So get an extradition.

They'll cooperate.

If not, let me know.

Miss Easton...

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Judge Chaucer spoke to you, Captain?

Yes, he did.

Well, I don't know how much the judge has told you.

Well, only that your mother is being victimized. I don't know the details.

He calls himself Alfredo de Montova. Count de Montova.

And he's years younger than Mother.

Well, we can't arrest him for that.

She met him on the plane going to Rome

and he followed her all over Europe.

And she wasn't here a week before he followed her over here.

Well, is he extorting money from her?

Well, she's paying his hotel bill.

I meant blackmail.

I don't understand the purpose of your questions.

If your mother is being victimized, I need proof.

Well, this count is planning to marry her.

Well, there's nothing illegal in that.

Captain...

Maybe if you knew Mother, you'd understand.

She's been sheltered all her life.

And she's helpless and afraid of growing old.

The money isn't important.

But it's Mother.

This would really wreck her life and I need your help.

Well, excuse me.

The Kellogg shooting.

This is all I've got.

Nothing new here.

We've got plenty of suspects for sure, but no witness to identify him.

What do you mean no witness?

What about the undertaker we picked up at the shooting?

No, he's a problem.

In what way?

Well, he won't give us anything. I'd like you to talk to him.

Well, we won't be long.

I have him in detention.

I'm sorry I've taken up so much of your time.

There's a charge called marriage bunco,

misrepresentation for the purpose of fraud or deceit.

We'll see.

Get me Atkinson.

One petticoat.

Sergeant Atkinson, Captain Barnaby's office.

Okay, Ginny. Lou, take over.

Two girdles.

Three pairs of stockings.

Garter belt.

Garter belt.

This may be a foolish question, Captain,

but will Mother have to know anything about this?

No, she won't, and neither will the count,

unless we get something on him.

This is Sergeant Atkinson. Miss Easton.

- How do you do? - How do you do, Miss Easton?

Marv, I want you to pick up a Count de Montova at the Sainte Claire Hotel.

On what charge?

None yet, but we're looking for marriage bunco.

Bring him in on the mistaken identity cover.

Mmm-hmm.

Don't worry. I'll follow through personally.

Thank you, Captain.

Parents are an awful problem these days, aren't they?

Captain!

Give me the list on the show-up.

Captain, I got to talk to you.

Can your business wait, Lacey?

Sure, Barnie.

Captain, I got to talk to you. It's important.

All right. Let's take a walk.

Come on. Come on.

Frankie Pierce. You sent me up, remember?

Judge Rose presiding. Gave me one to five.

What's on your mind, Frankie?

I'm in trouble, Barnie. They got me up again.

You should've kept your nose clean.

It's a bum rap this time.

Barnie, listen. You always said that if I ever happen on to anything...

- Yeah. - You said you'd make it good to me.

- Did I? - Yeah, Barnie. And I got something.

Something big going on.

Come here.

All right, Frankie. How big?