That Darn Cat! Page #5

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It's important.

- What do I say?

- Anything. Just keep him away.

All right.

Hurry back,

for the love of heaven.

- [Knocking]

- [Meowing]

Okay, tiger,

it's either you or me.

[Growling]

- Patti?

- [Weakly] Yes?

What kind of a get-up is that

to go surfing in?

Want the crowd

to think you're an eccentric?

Please go on without me.

I don't think I can make it today.

Well, Patti, are you all right?

I've never seen you like this before.

- Can I help?

- It's all right.

I just feel terribly, terribly weak.

[Straining] If you're so weak,

how come I can't get through the door?

Please go, Canoe.

I can't bear you

to see me looking like this.

- [Loud scream]

- [Meowing]

- What was that?

- [Meowing]

- What was what?

- That bloodcurdling scream.

- [Crashing]

- Canoe, will you please go?

I'm sorry. I didn't realize

I was butting in on a murder.

- Oh, don't be silly.

- [Crashing]

You know how DC hates water.

He's having a bath.

By himself?

All right. If you won't go to the beach,

I'll make myself a sandwich.

Kitchen privileges

are temporarily withdrawn.

[Yowling]

He's gone.

Pawprints everywhere!

Yeah, except on the card.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Aha. The best pawprint I ever made.

The first point I wish to make

is that time is not on our side.

The word is move,

and move swiftly.

We're gonna follow an informant whose

information may or may not be reliable.

However, he could lead us

to the Miller kidnappers.

Okay, here's the physical.

Name of the informant: DC Randall.

Nationality:
Siamese.

Sex:
Male.

Eyes:
Blue.

Weight:
17 pounds.

- Seventeen pounds?

- Exactly.

Hair, or in this case, fur:

Black streaked with tan and white.

- You did say "fur"?

- Correct.

- You want us to follow a cat?

- That's the assignment.

How do you follow a cat?

They go through fences and culverts.

They climb trees and phone poles.

Wither he goest, you will go.

- You have a question, Graham?

- I've got an old dog

who's a lot better

at tracking cats than I am.

We don't have time for comments.

I'd like to remind you,

a woman's life is involved here.

- Sorry.

- Okay.

Now, tonight you'll take up

your initial positions

in the area surrounding

the Randall house, here.

When the informant leaves,

it'll be our job to contain him loosely,

within a moving, fluid perimeter.

It's important he doesn't

become aware of us

as this might alter

his regular nocturnal behavior.

Hold it.

Who do you think you're kidding?

- What do you mean?

- You think I don't know

- what's going on upstairs?

- You do?

I didn't come in from Stupidsville

on last night's bus.

- You've got a woman in that apartment.

- Hold it. What does that mean?

Don't double-talk me.

I've got ears, haven't I?

Uh, it's Dan's mother.

She come in unexpected, sudden-like.

We didn't know. That's all.

I don't care if it's Pocahontas.

You got three people living there,

and that'll cost you another 20 dollars.

- I'll bring it right down.

- Don't bother.

I'll come up and get it.

I like to know my tenants.

- Can't. She's sick.

- What's wrong with her?

- Nothing catching, is it?

- It's her nervous system.

It's all fouled up.

She can't stand visitors.

Iggy.

- We gotta leave, gotta get out of here.

- What for?

The old battle-ax knows

we got a dame up here.

She heard her talking.

I told her it was your mother.

Why didn't you tell her

it was the TV?

I told you a million times, the TV.

- I gotta talk to you. Private.

- Why private?

- We got no secrets from Moms.

- Come on, will you? Please.

All right, all right.

Go in the kitchen

and get a glass of water.

And stand by the sink,

where I can see you.

Okay, fill me in.

Well, I found a place.

Where?

I got a big bin I spotted

in an alley two blocks away.

Back of a store,

where they dump trash.

Not so good. It's too close.

Anyway, I don't like bodies.

They always turn up at the wrong times.

We gotta unload her. The lady downstairs

is gonna start nosing around.

[Dan] I say we got it made,

just as long as we sit tight.

- [Lggy] I say we make a move.

- [Dan] We sweat it out right here.

Listen, Dan...

...anything else I play it your way,

right?

- Just one condition.

- Who says you make conditions?

- Just one.

- Such as?

She goes.

All right. But not until later.

And not in the trash bin.

See if you can't lose the car somewhere,

get her out of the city.

[Kelso] You sure your sister

won't mind us using her room?

No, not a bit. I told you,

she'd be happy to help.

Good.

Spires, this is Control.

Do you read me?

Sweet and clear. You reading me?

Affirmative. Excuse me.

What's your exact position?

In the alley, about 30 feet

from the Randall back gate.

You're the only one who can see

the informant when he hits the alley.

Let me know which way he turns.

Cahill, what's your field of vision?

West of Whittier,

east of the bend in Wetherby Drive.

- Stand by. About three minutes to go.

- You're young to be doing this work.

- I mean, it's terribly responsible.

- I'm really not that...

...not that young.

Kelly, are you settled in?

Affirmative. South side of Maple,

50 feet from the junction with Wetherby.

Got it.

You're very athletic looking.

Do you surf?

Uh, no, not anymore.

My legs always looked ridiculous

in those shorts.

Besides, I was scared to death

half the time.

I don't believe that.

Look at the brave, wonderful things

you FBI people do in your job.

Maybe we could

chat some other time, huh?

As you very properly pointed out today,

a woman's life may depend on what we do.

I'm sorry.

Do you want me to leave?

Maybe that would be best, yes.

Oh, all right.

I only thought if DC happened to wake up

and find a strange man in the bedroom...

I just don't know

how he's gonna take it.

Uh, you've got a point there.

- Graham, are you settled in?

- Opposite the west end of the alley.

If the informant goes west,

you've got him.

If he goes the other way, stand by.

I'll give you a new position.

- Who's the square red one?

- The informant.

- The informant?

- Yeah.

Oh, DC. Oh.

Say, are you sure he

always goes out at 9:00?

Oh, yes.

Unless, of course,

it's one of his contrary nights.

[Snoring]

[Chiming]

All agents now stand by.

- For goodness sake, act casual.

- What?

Don't let him suspect

anything's going on.

Oh, oh.

Nice kitty cat.

[Kelso] Good old kitty cat.

[Chuckling] You can save the hypocrisy.

- He knows you don't like him.

- Oh.

[Chirping]

You're all tensed up.

He's getting the idea something's wrong.

Can't you act casual?

Well, certainly nice weather

we're having, isn't it?

And there's a bit of a wind

coming up from the east.

[Whispering] That's terrible.

Can't you do any better?

- Well...

- And be careful what you say.

[Meowing]

He can't understand

what I'm saying, can he?

Not everything, of course.

He's just a cat.

But mostly everything.

I told you before,

let my stuff alone.

And come on

in the house, snoopy.

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