That Darn Cat! Page #6

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- I thought he's supposed to go out.

- Shh.

Spires, he's on his way.

I have the informant in sight.

He's turning west on the alley,

toward Whittier Drive.

Graham, he's coming your way.

Can you pick him up?

I've got him.

He's in the backyard of the

next-to-last house on Maple.

I'm going to investigate.

Spires and Cahill,

the informant is moving north.

Stand by for new positions.

He's looking up

at the side windows of the house.

- Who lives here?

- The Hendersons.

- They moved in last winter.

- Forget it. He's moving to the street.

Kelly, next-to-last house on Maple,

informant coming through.

I make him, Control.

He's on Maple Street,

bearing toward the business area.

All right, Kelly,

leave the car and follow on foot.

Spires, move to the junction

of Whittier and College.

[Agent] The informant is approaching

the junction of Whittier and State.

Okay, Graham,

move to Seventh and State.

Junction Seventh and State.

The informant has now

turned west onto State Street.

Cahill, move to Eighth Street,

about a half block south of Main.

The informant is moving down the alley

leading from State Street to Main.

The informant is stopped on Main Street

in front of a delicatessen.

That's Mr. Bartel's delicatessen.

DC always hangs around there and

it drives Mr. Bartel out of his mind.

[Meowing]

Get out of here.

Informant's moving, crossing

to the south side of the street.

Stay put for a minute, Kelly.

Graham, move to Seventh and Main.

Cahill, had a visual

on the informant yet?

Have him, Control.

He's approaching my position.

Informant passed my position, proceeding

toward the middle of the block.

Informant has gone into the side yard

of an apartment building.

Stick with him.

- Does DC know anybody on Eighth?

- Who knows?

[Meowing]

He's still in the yard. He's interested

in something on the second floor.

[Whistles] Let's start

pulling in our perimeter.

Kelly, move down Eighth to the building.

Cahill, stay with the informant.

Graham, cut through the backyards

and come behind the apartment.

- DC won't be hurt?

- I have to ask you to be quiet.

Spires, start your car and move towards

the location with your lights off.

[Meowing]

Back away from that window.

Why don't you let her stick her head out

the window and yell for help, meathead!

What'd I do?

Hold everything.

Informant's on the move again.

He's proceeding north on Eighth Street

the way he came in.

Oh, no.

Cahill, stay with the informant.

Others return to positions.

I thought we had something there.

I love DC, but he can

drive you up the wall sometimes.

We didn't expect to find

what we were after on the first pop.

Good, DC makes a scene

all over town.

- He must have dozens of stops.

- Dozens?

- [Cahill] Informant's crossing Main.

- Stay with him.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that,

but I don't want to see you tense.

- It can't be good for you.

- Excuse me, but I do not get tense.

We are trying not to be emotional.

Alert, yes. Tense, no.

Oh, I am relieved.

Ingrid, when you come

to dinner at the house,

would you mind wearing

something in yellow?

Gregory, I look yuck in yellow.

Do make an effort, dear.

It's Mother's favorite color.

Control, I'm getting hot.

- The informant is suspicious.

- Try and stay with him to the alley.

- Graham's coming in down there.

- Okay.

[Clanking]

Control, the informant

has broken off contact.

I've lost him.

All agents,

abandon present positions.

Converge on the alley running

from Wetherby to Maple...

- Say!

- Hi.

- Shh!

- What do you mean, "shh"?

- What's going on here?

- Quiet, please.

- Report to me when you reach it.

- How dare you tell me to be quiet?

- What's this man doing here?

- I want you to meet Mr. Kelso,

from the Federal Bureau

of Investigations.

Please stop chattering,

or leave the room.

Listen, mister, where do you get off

telling me to leave my room?

I really have to ask you to be quiet,

and that goes for...

Hi, there.

Cahill, what happened to you?

- What's going on here?

- Ingrid, be still.

It's a matter of life and death.

I'll explain it to you later.

You'll get Tom Swift

and his electric scoreboard out of here,

- or I'll call the police.

- Don't call the police about the FBI.

- They won't come.

- Approach the alley from the east.

- Rendezvous with Cahill.

- I don't know about that.

That makes everything official.

Control, we've reached the rendezvous.

All negative.

[Agent] Okay.

[Screeching]

There he is.

- [Cahill] I've got him.

- Graham, Kelly, stay behind.

Cahill, Spires, circle ahead.

We can't lose him again.

There he goes.

I'm not going to have hysterics.

I am going to ask everyone nicely

to please leave my room.

- If you'll come out to the hallway...

- I'm not going in the hall.

- Graham, where are you?

- Not sure. I doubled back so much.

Never mind.

Keep the informant in sight.

Bingo.

There he is, moving along a tree branch

toward a light frame house.

[Agent] Control, I see him too.

There's a door on the balcony.

He's trying to work it open.

- There are people in the room.

- How many?

It's hard to tell,

I just see shadows.

They're probably armed.

Wait for Graham and the others.

I'm moving around to the front,

Kelly's behind me.

- They're closing in.

- Closing in what?

Spires and I can go in

by the balcony.

There won't be any shooting?

DC's in the middle of everything.

I hope not.

We'll try to surprise them.

Oh, man.

- Front door is unlocked.

- Good, use the stairs.

Cahill, Spires,

are you in position?

Ready.

Go on in.

[Screaming]

- What's the idea?

- The cat came in here.

Are you guys out of your mind?

There's no...

[wheezing, sneezing]

What's the matt... Oh!

[Meowing]

Oh, you poor darling.

Frightened to death.

That... [sneezing] cat!

[Honking]

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Benson.

- Good morning, Mrs. MacDougall.

I hope Ingrid

is feeling better this morning.

- Better? Is something wrong?

- Well, I figured she was sick.

She had the doctor over last night.

Or leastwise,

I assume he was the doctor.

Who else would be up there,

in her room?

Exactly.

Mrs. MacDougall,

exactly what time was this?

Look at the old buzzard.

I can imagine what she's telling him.

"Of course it's none of my business,

but there were men in Ingrid's room."

You won't tell him they're FBI people?

No one must know.

What am I supposed to say? The Kiwanis

Club is having fall maneuvers here?

You're a love. I know you won't

give everything away.

Remember, Miss Miller's life

hangs in the balance.

So does my car pool.

My reputation won't be worth

a plug nickel unless you get them out.

We've got to think

of Miss Miller and cooperate.

Of course, but the FBI has

gotten along all these years

without using my room

as a base of operation.

I want Mr. Whoever-He-ls,

and his ham radio or whatever-that-is,

out of my room by the time I get home,

or I'll become very difficult.

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