The Cover-Up Murders (AFRTS)

You're Diamond, private detective, starring Dick Paul. The smile, but ain't Richard Diamond the smiling gumshoe. Well, if it ain't Sergeant Otis the laughing hyena, the lieutenant then? Yeah, go on in and spoil his afternoon.

You know Otis, I think you've got the kindest, most wonderful face in the whole wide world. You do? Absolutely. But I do wish you'd do me a favor. Well sure, anything. Stop wearing it upside down.

Hello, Op. Hello, Rick. Sit down. Oh, thanks. Thanks. What's doing? Want a sandwich? Mmm, I'll take some of that coffee. Sure. Something on your mind, Rick? No, just get tired of sitting around the office.

No business? Not in the week. Got any sugar? Oh, yeah. I forgot. Here. Yeah, Otis. Okay, put him on. Right. Homicide. Lieutenant Levinson. I'm going to say this once, so listen carefully. Tonight, somewhere in New York City, I'm going to kill a man, and there's nothing you can do about it.

What? Promptly, at eight o'clock somewhere in this city, I'm going to kill a man. Hello. Hello. Something wrong? Some guy says he's going to kill somebody at eight o'clock tonight. No, Dandy. Crank. You see who his victim is going to be?

No, just crank. I should have you with him. I had suggestions. My landlord, for instance. My landlord, for instance. Be a little gruesome if you really did it. Yeah, you'd have a hard time protecting 8 million people from Bikilah. You don't know anything about.

Oh, but it was just a crank. Otis, you're all gone. If that guy calls back, put him through and trace the call. It sure would be miserable if that call was on the level. Oh, relax. I'll have some more coffee.