Fran: Good morning. Hey, I bought that new blend of coffee you wanted.
Ironside: Umm-hmm. (ignoring Fran)
Fran: Did you hear what happened last night? It seems a UFO landed in Candlestick Park right in the middle of the ballgame. The creatures inside must have thought it was an airfield. They ruined a double-play and now the game is being protested.
Ironside: I'll be back around three, I'm driving down to Santa Cruz.
Fran: Santa Cruz?
Ironside: I'm giving a lecture at the college.
Fran: Do you want me to drive you?
Ironside: No need.
Ironside: Oh, doctor. If I'm going to be your reluctant guest for the night, what can I expect for dinner? How's the cuisine here?
Dr. Furness: Oh, average hospital food, I'd say.
Ironside: As bad as that.
Ironside: Hello, Mrs. Keyes.
Laura: Chief, I was just telling Miss Belding I really don't need any protection.
Ironside: Well, I'm not here to argue the point.
Laura: What is it this time? More questions?
Ironside: This time I thought I'd try a few answers.
Laura: I've already told you what happened.
Ironside: Were we really supposed to believe that story about a stray bullet? Really? On June 4th two years ago, Carlos Ortega was murdered. Now there are two interesting things about that murder. One, he was challenging the leadership of his union. Two, he was killed with the same gun you with which you were wounded.
Laura: I already told you and it's the truth. I have never laid eyes on nor have I ever heard of anyone called Carlos Ortega.
Ironside: Just about the time you abruptly quit your well-paying job, Ortega was proposing the union have the pension fund audited. It never happened because he was murdered. If it had happened, something very interesting might have come to light. One of the supposedly legitimate investments of that pension fund is Seaview Estates. It's all here in the annual statement. And although Seaview Estates has seemed a very prosperous venture, none of its profits are going into the Union pension fund. Money's being siphoned off. Now only two men could have arranged that. One named Bill McCracken, one named Mike Purcell. Which one shot you? I nominate Purcell.
Laura: Those are your answers, not mine. You never heard any of that from me.
Mike Purcell: Oh, Laura, listen. Marriage and all that sort of stuff is old-fashioned. Nobody treats it seriously anymore. Everybody cheats. I bet your husband cheats.
Mike Purcell: Well, what do you think he's doing on those cold nights when he's away? What is he, some kind of saint?
French title: Loin Des Yeux, Pres Du Coeur.