[TV: HOOFBEATS, COWBOYS WHOOPING]
[BELL DINGING]
[LINE RINGING]
[LINE CONTINUES RINGING]
Yeah.
It's workin'. He's stayin' right with me.
- Hey, look, maybe we should, uh... - [DIAL TONE]
[TV: HOOFBEATS, COWBOYS WHOOPING]
[SIGNAL BUZZING]
[KNOCKING]
[COINS CLANKING]
[BRAKES, DOOR RELEASE HISSING]
[BRAKES HISS]
Wait a second. Not yet. Wait!
[SCREAMS]
[WINDSHIELD WIPERS SQUEAKING]
- [WINDSHIELD WIPERS SQUEAKING] - [LOUD CLANK]
[DOG BARKING, DISTANT]
[SIRENS WAILING]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER, INDISTINCT]
- What do we got, Lou? - We got a goddamn massacre.
- Who's the on-call crew? - Greek and Larrimore.
The rest of the troops are comin' too, Jake.
[SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING]
- MAN: What happened? - MAN 2: I don't know... [INDISTINCT]
- See anything? - He was on top of it when it happened...
but he still didn't see anything worth a damn.
See if you can fix the time exactly.
- DETECTIVE: What's your name, sir? - WITNESS: Jim Yee.
- DETECTIVE: Say it again, sir. - WITNESS: Jim Yee.
- DETECTIVE: Jim... - WITNESS: Yee.
- DETECTIVE: Where do you live? - YEE: 644 Pacific.
DETECTIVE: 644 Pacific. Okay. Tell me. What happened?
YEE: I run from the corner.
I just see the bus crash.
- DETECTIVE: All right. What corner was that? - [YEE ANSWERS, INDISTINCT]
DETECTIVE: Remember that department store thing... that guy choppin' down...
on people from the escalator?
- That one was superbad. - [SIRENS WAILING]
MAN: I don't know. The is the worst one I've seen.
It keeps getting worse all the time.
There's just so many sick assholes running around.
Sometimes I think the department oughta...
issue us whips and chairs.
Call the wiring squad and have 'em rope off the area, keep the scene preserved.
MAN: Jake! Jake, one of 'em is still alive. They're takin' him in now.
OFFICER: All right. Come on. Back it up. Let's go. Move it back. Come on, folks.
- DETECTIVE: What's he look like? Can he talk? - MAN: Guy doesn't look good.
[CHATTERING]
Mike, you got your tape recorder? Why don't you go with him?
- He may come to and say something. - What happened here?
OFFICER: All right. Come on, folks. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Break it up.
- Go on. - Go on home.
[SIREN WAILING]
[SIREN WAILING, TRAILING OFF]
[SECOND, APPROACHING SIREN WAILING]
- [SIREN TRAILS OFF] - MAN: [ON POLICE RADIO] 10-4.
[MAN 2 ON POLICE RADIO, INDISTINCT]
[CHATTERING CONTINUES]
[VEHICLE DEPARTING, SIREN WAILING]
Puff on that, will ya?
[EXHALES FORCEFULLY]
Jesus!
What have you got?
- Oh, no. - Christ! It's Evans.
[SIREN TRAILING OFF]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER, INDISTINCT]
Cold-blooded motherfuckers.
Shit.
Son of a bitch!
What kind of freak could just...
You got to be a hard-core crazy.
- MAN: What do you got, Frank? - FRANK: Gunshot wound.
Looks like a bad one. Let's get his clothes off.
- Get trauma down here. - FEMALE NURSE: Get his arm up.
- Watch your hand. - Keep pullin' him up on the gurney.
Let's sit him up.
- Got his head? - FEMALE NURSE: I got it. I got it.
- MAN: Cut these off. Cut this off. - MAN 2: Gotta get him oxygen.
- When you get the cuff down, start writing. - Anybody writing all this down?
FEMALE NURSE: I can't. I can't do two things at once.
Okay. Give him a couple of big breaths here. What do you hear?
He seems to be ventilating both sides well.
- MAN: Okay. Good. I'm gonna get a tube out. - Abdomen's distended, rigid.
- MAN: I'm having trouble getting a pulse. - Large exit.
MAN 2: He takes an occasional breath on his own here.
- You get the cut down on the right. Sharon... - Coming right up.
...put the catheter in on the left.
MAN: Where did they find this guy? Anybody got grease for this tube?
MAN 2: Check his pupils. Can you get me a pair of gloves?
FEMALE NURSE: Anybody got any blood yet?
How you doin', Bob? Okay. Let's move.
- Pupils are down. - Frankie and Linda, that's number one.
- This is number two. - Pulse? Let's get movin'. This guy's in trouble.
[HORNS HONKING, SIRENS WAILING]
What the hell was Evans doin' on that bus?
How the hell do I know? He was off duty, on vacation.
Yeah. He was your partner. Don't give me a lot of bullshit.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER, INDISTINCT]
MAN: How's this, Ken?
Lieutenant, what the hell are we gonna do with all these press guys?
One of them's still alive, hit pretty bad. If he comes around...
he might be able to tell us something.
Mike went to the trauma room. He may be able to tape him.
I can stall for a little.
I need answers. Follow my drift?
- FEMALE NURSE: Here's your blood. - What do you got, Denny?
Got a bad gunshot wound here, Doug. He has two arm wounds...
entrance and exit wounds in both arms.
He's got an entrance wound here and a large excavation on his right flank.
- Chest clear, Denny? - Yeah. He ventilates both sides...
- He got anything in his back at all? - Nothing. His back is clear.
- We got three good lines. - Got three lines. That's good.
- Abdomen's distended and rigid. - Get his belly prepped and get him upstairs.
[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]
- Doctor, we need him. How bad is he? - Can't tell you. He's not good.
[SIRENS WAILING]
Look at this. Chivas Regal.
And notice the seal's not even broken.
Here we got rubbers.
Hmm. Looks like this guy's always ready for a matinee.
- John, take a look... - This was on the floor next to the briefcase.
- Will you step aside for a minute? - Sixteen and a half collar.
[CHATTERING CONTINUES]
Look at this.
We got some money on the first male victim. Up here in the front.
- How much? - Eight and a half. Eight and a half.
850 dollars. Mark that down. The first male... first male victim...
inside the entrance/exit door on the right-hand side.
It's still sealed.
Got a man here with prophylactics who knows how to shoot.
One, two, three, four, five, six prophylactics.
Must be a hell of a man.
- Take a look at this. - This was on the floor next to the briefcase.
MAN: Will you step aside?
MAN 2: This one's gonna be a son of a bitch.
We'll keep this all together in the case, huh?
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER, INDISTINCT]
[HORNS HONKING]
[COUGHING]
God. I can't shake this cold.
[SIGHS]
I'm in bed with a friend when I get the call.
Some asshole just shoots up a bus. Bunch of people on it.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
- Boss wants us to work together. - Good.
- I understand that Dave Evans was... - He was a good cop.
- I'm sorry about what happened. - Good.
Let's get something straight right now, pal, all right?
- I didn't volunteer for this assignment. - Good.
I understand how you feel. Sorry. My fault. Sorry.
[SPITS]
[ENGINE CHUGGING]
Would you believe I gotta be in court in about three and a half hours?
- Warm piss. - Let's go pick up the pieces, huh?
Where do we start?
Why don't we go back to the detail and kick it around?
See you guys later.
[METAL CLANKING]
## [RADIO: POP INSTRUMENTAL]
I thought you were sleeping.
You worked all night again. You're gonna get sick.
Do you want some eggs? I could fix you some eggs if you like.
No, thanks. I'm just gonna get a couple hours' sleep.
Well, at least everything around here is normal.
- What's eatin' him today? - Growing pains.
What's doin' with you today, sweetheart?
Well, big French test. Mostly busywork.
Gotta get cracking.
Dave Evans is dead.
He was 31 years old, and it's all over for him.
It's a rotten business. You never see anything good.
Work in a gutter, and you never see anything good.
I'm sorry.
We just saw him. When was it? It was only a couple of weeks ago.
It's a rotten business.
- I wish there was something I could say. - Can't say anything.
- You look like you're coming down with a cold. - I'm not, for Christ's sake.
My partner was just shot to death.
[GRUMBLES]
I... I just wanna be alone, I guess.
## [RADIO CLICKS ON: POP INSTRUMENTAL]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
FEMALE DISPATCHER: I have no other northern unit available. Can you check out...
a 917 at 1246 Bell?
Apparently, he's bothering the passersby. He's an N.M.A. about 40 years old.
- ## [PORTABLE RADIO: JAZZ] - He's wearing beige coveralls.
Beige coveralls at 1246...
or make that 1246 Bell.
- [RADIO CLICKS] - [MALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO, INDISTINCT]
## [JAZZ CONTINUES]
You saw him?
Then it's him?
I mean, a mistake this...
- [MUTTERS] - Oh... mistake.
Um, some coffee. Would you like some coffee?
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
Isn't there someone who could stay with you?
Why? I don't want anyone.
Do you know what he was doing on that bus?
- How could I, Jake? - Last week, when he called in sick...
I knew he really wasn't sick.
But he deserved the time off. He'd put in so much overtime.
He wasn't off. He was working night and day.
Didn't he tell you he was off?
He wasn't off. Now, what the hell are you talking about?
Look, Kay, uh, there's gonna be a lot of questions asked.
Dave... Dave was my partner. He was tough to get close to.
I mean, they're gonna be firing questions all over the place.
If there's anything you wanna tell me that you think I should know...
He told me he was working.
He was working with you.
Maybe we should start canvassing the neighborhood, huh?
In Chinatown? Nobody saw anything.
I got all the license plates in the area. I'll make a run on it this afternoon.
Yeah, well, I'll make that about a 100-to-1 shot.
- Hi. What time is it? - I got a quarter to.
Well, let's get to it. It's not gonna go away.
This is Dr. Jendrick dictating autopsy number 3407...
tentatively identified as Avakian... A-V-A-K-l-A-N...
21373 at 11:45 a.m.
The body is that of a white man appearing approximately the stated age.
- We were able to contact relatives pretty fast. - Well nourished and developed.
Not a thing unusual about most of them. On their way home from work or someplace.
Most of them lived in the neighborhood. I had the personal effects...
arranged here in case you want to match them with a victim, if you want.
- It's the usual things, for the most part. - Had a man here...
obviously wasn't on his way to mass.
- External ears are not remarkable. - We had one John Doe.
He's kind of interesting. For instance...
all he had on him was this: $850 cash.
- No wallet. No I.D. No anything. - CORONER: Upper and lower dentures, comma.
That's not all that he was carrying that's interesting. Let me show you something.
CORONER: The external thorax is symmetrical, comma, and there are two wounds...
in the anterior thorax, comma, the larger measuring four by three centimeters...
and located three centimeters below the midportion of the right clavicle.
Look at those tracks, right? He used the tattoo to try and hide them.
- Get a close-up, Frank. - This is beginning to turn my stomach.
I'm gonna go to the hospital and relieve Collins.
- All right. - Looks to have been a user for some time.
He also shot up between the toes.
Their knowledge of anatomy always amazes me.
The remainder of the thorax is not remarkable, period. The external abdomen is...
- Did he have any alcohol? - We don't know yet.
Toxicology will be finished this afternoon.
I can make a guess, though, that the Chinese kid was high on reds.
All the superficial signs are there.
- Anybody relieve Collins? - Yeah. Larrimore just did.
CORONER: And there are no deformities or masses noted, period.
Postmortem rigidity is trace in the extremities but well developed in the jaw.
Period. Postmortem lividity is trace over the dorsal aspect of the body, period.
There's a moderate amount of fresh blood...
Hey, hey, hey.
Geez.
- Mr. Schwermer, I'm a detective. Listen. - Turn it on, man.
- Goddamn it. You haven't got it on. - Shit.
- Come on. - Mr. Schwermer, I'm a detective. Now...
[SIGHS] You're wasting time.
Can you describe the man who shot you? Can you give us a description?
That's too complicated, Jim. Mr. Schwermer, just tell us what the man looked like. g
The man that shot you. What did he look like?
[MUTTERING]
- [MUTTERING] - COLLINS: What?
- What did he look like? - [MUTTERING CONTINUES]
[TAPE SWITCHES OFF]
That was it, but I think whatever he said there... that might be something.
Velda. Velda. Like a woman's name.
- Right. That's what I thought. - Jake, think it'd be a woman?
Sounded foreign.
- What do we have? - We're gonna have to work for the weapon.
You gotta work for the reason. What was the reason?
Mass murderers are cronkies. They don't need motives.
- A psycho doesn't act with such planning. - That's not true either.
What about that kid in the Texas tower, shot 30 people?
Man planned pretty good there. Even bothered to take the food up there with him.
Planned pretty good except for how to get down from the tower.
Same with the guy on the hotel roof in New Orleans.
- That's not the point. - All right. We're goin' nowhere.
- [ALL ARGUING] - Quiet! Quiet!
- Jake, Leo. - MARTIN: Didn't make any difference.
One. Inside investigation. I want two men on every victim. Work 'em good.
Two. Whatever else you're doin', I want you on that weapon.
Don't forget the military for possible stolen goods.
Get all the info broadcast, especially the narco squad on that hype.
That'll be our first lead. Follow it all through Jake and Leo.
And three: Shake up the fuckin' town, see if it makes any noise.
- What's on your mind? - Was Evans on special assignment?
Uh-uh. Why?
His girl thinks he was workin' night and day last week.
- He was supposed to be off duty. - His girl said?
[SCOFFS]
First, if I had a special assignment, I wouldn't put Evans on it.
Second, I don't have anything going you don't know about.
And third, he was your partner. Suppose you tell me?
What is that supposed to mean?
If you ask me, all he was workin' on was that nurse.
I found this.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER, INDISTINCT]
Boss asked me to clean out Evans's desk.
Man, I sure didn't know Evans went the porno route.
Who's the chick?
I just left her. She's the girl he lived with.
Yeah?
Well, who's that other one? This one?
That was before you came on the detail.
Woman, name of Teresa Camerero.
She was a high-class hooker about two years ago.
Found her dumped and strangled in her apartment. It's always bugged me.
Wasn't she the one the newspapers wrote about?
You know, the one with all the kinky hang-ups, whips and leather and crap?
- Wasn't this the one? Wasn't she that one? - Yeah.
- Jesus. Where did Evans get it? - He must've pulled it out of the files.
I may have mentioned it once or twice. I don't remember.
I always felt I should've made it.
I never knew for sure he had an old lady. Not bad, either.
Don't, uh... Don't broadcast it.
Oh, sure.
I make it a political thing, like the Panthers or one of them Chinese gangs.
- CHIEF: John? - LARRIMORE: Too many citizens killed, man.
Homicide. Sergeant Martin.
I did a year on the Chinatown squad. That's rank.
Before they had me moved. We got Chinese gangs in this town...
ain't exactly gettin' a whole lot of points for smarts.
MARTIN: I thought that wasn't comin' to trial for a month.
Super tough, but not too careful.
- Too far out. Doesn't add up. - ...D.A. schedule my testimony for later?
- Christ. I'm up to my... - Larrimore, boss wants you.
Right.
That was a good pinch and a great confession.
Everything was done strictly by the book, so just don't worry about it, huh?
Listen, pal. That was my collar. I made it good.
The thing is on tape. The statement is good.
I'm gonna tell you something. Don't ever pick up stuff off my desk again, got it?
[WHISPERING] Jesus, Jake.
I am sorry.
- Jake, I got a report from the record room. - On the hype?
No. On that other guy... Lemuel Avakian.
Two arrests, one conviction, for forgery.
Did a year in "Q." Still got a tail.
- He's got six months left on his parole. - Which guy is this?
- The guy with the rubbers and the Chivas Regal. - Is he connected?
Doesn't seem to be. He's got a brother... Samuel Avakian.
- Runs a porno house in the Mission. - What about the junkie?
Well, looks clean so far. We don't have anything on him yet.
MARTIN: All right. Work on the other victims, and we'll see what we can get on Evans.
What was he up to, Jake? Why was he on that goddamn bus?
Maybe he had a little talent on the side. Maybe Mom bawled him out, and he was sulking.
- What's the point? - Like I said,
what the hell was he doin' on that goddamn bus?
That's what I just said. What was he doin' on the bus?
- That's what we're talkin' about here. - Bullshit.
Come on, will ya? Come on. Let's find out who the killer is...
before he commits suicide, and then we'll never know.
What?
- Do you wanna drive, or should I? - Whatever's right.
You drive.
You know, maybe our killer wanted to make it look like a psycho thing.
Nothin'. Huh.
- [ENGINE STARTS] - DISPATCHER: [ON RADIO] Northern Creek.
- I should know what was in Evans's desk. - You saw it.
- Who was it? - His girl.
- DISPATCHER: Gary, apartment four. - Why?
- Maybe he liked to play with himself. - [RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES]
- Is there anything else? - An old file. The Teresa Camerero case.
- One of yours? - Yes.
- One I couldn't make. - DISPATCHER: Headquarters to central one.
Teresa was 22, raised in a convent, married money twice her age.
He turned her on to a lot of sick action.
She liked it so much, she left him and invented some of her own tricks.
Henry Camerero is not the kind of fellow you walk away from...
but he had a tight story, and I couldn't budge it.
Well, let's go check out the weapon.
Okay. You lead.
What do you wanna do first?
I know a guy who deals in hardware. Let's take him on.
## [JAZZ TRUMPET]
## [SINGING]
## [SINGING CONTINUES]
## ['70S ROCK]
## [SINGING]
## [SINGING CONTINUES]
What are you drinkin'?
I'm lookin' for a certain little scumbag, you know what I mean?
Can you narrow it down a little?
Okay. Ask me where I've been all day.
I've been to the dentist, that's where I've been.
Shots all over my mouth.
Here, over here and over here.
Goddamn needle like a sword.
I'm interested in a piece of hardware, like a grease gun.
Feels like I ain't got no bottom to my mouth, know what I mean?
Feels like it... Feels like it's dead. Know what I mean?
I could have that fixed for you permanently, know what I mean?
He's with me.
Jake, what'd I do? What'd I do?
Always cooperated with you. You know that.
He sits there and makes a face. That's not nice.
I'm gonna have to close you out, Bobby.
Jesus Christ. Even the wops don't use those machine guns no more.
They're trouble... plus unreliable. They're always stickin' or something.
You gotta have a college degree to shoot one of them damn things.
Come on, Bobby. Come to the point.
How 'bout the... How 'bout the Chink... those Chink gangs?
Ming, uh... Ming...
Hey, them Chinks are gettin' on their high horses.
You read about it in the papers every day.
- Is he finished? - Hold your water! I'm thinkin', will ya?
My jaw's paralyzed.
Could it be one of those military clubs...
you know, like one of those... you know, like a club.
There was this colored guy... I heard he was askin' around.
- What is his name? - Big, goofy guy.
Shaves himself on the head right down to the mustache.
Shiny, you know, like the... moulignon.
That guy over there... you know, like an eggplant.
That little punk, he thinks he's some kind of a politico.
He's got a banana name like one of those...
Dennis. Denny. D...
Roddeny. That's it. Roddeny.
- You mean Rodney? - That's what I said. Roddeny.
Got a last name?
Davis. Roddeny Davis.
What do you think?
He's your man. Ain't it worth a check?
Blowin' smoke. Got nothin'.
- What do you wanna do? - Get somethin' to eat.
Oh, terrific.
Nothing adds up. It doesn't feel right.
- Maybe we oughta take it a step at a time. - Good.
You ever think of gettin' your own talk show?
I wanna take a walk. I gotta think.
Why don't you take the car?
Sure. Who am I? I'm nothin'.
- You notice anything strange? - No, I didn't.
All I do is my work. I never bother lookin' at anybody.
[CLEARS THROAT]
JOHN: Uh-uh. Let's get out of here. Thank you very much.
- You hungry? - Yeah.
Let's get something to eat.
- [WOMAN GASPS] - What the hell's goin' on?
I don't give a shit about your... [SCREAMS]
- Get in the car, bitch! - All right. Grab the paint. Come on.
Spread 'em! Spread 'em!
- Hey, man. This is a private number. - Shut up.
Hey, man, he's my old man.
It's a family beef. It's no big thing.
Hey, look, look. I'm just tryin' to get her in the car and split. That's all, man.
- I'm not lookin' for no trouble. - You wanna get in the car with this guy?
- It's personal. It's no big thing. - No big thing?
- This guy's tryin' to kill you. - John.
John, take her for a walk, huh?
All right. Come on.
Come on. Move.
Shit.
You a stable sister?
No. I'm on my own.
Bullshit.
You tryin' to tell me that guy's not your pimp, huh?
- You done any time? - No.
- Bullshit. - Once.
- Come again. - [SIGHS HEAVILY]
Okay. A couple of times. But never more than a day.
- You got any identification? - Shit.
[SIGHS] I'd rather not show it to you.
- What? - Come on, man. Give me a break.
You had your break today. That guy could've crippled you.
That bitch asked for it.
Candy man.
Why you jammin' me, man? You got a slow night or somethin'?
Don't give me your ragtime, brother.
I'm hip to your act. Your game ain't that strong.
What's goin' down on that bus thing, man?
I don't know, man. Like, why would I know?
You here every night takin' care of business.
I just wanna find out if you picked up on anything.
All right. I ain't heard nothin' you ain't heard, man.
Like, a freak. Like, some dude who needs his clock cleaned.
Heavy. [GRUNTS]
[ENGINE IDLING]
Whatever you reachin' for better be a sandwich, 'cause you're gonna have to eat it.
You know, I'm hangin' a sign on you: "Closed for the season."
- You dig that? - You can't jack me up for no reason.
No, no, no. You don't understand. You are in a world of trouble, man.
Now, when I get on your case, I'm gonna take you on every time I see you.
Now, I want you out of town! Now, that just don't mean here.
That's Richmond, Daly City. I go to those places too. You dig where I'm comin' from?
Now, you take a hike.
Yeah. There's a... Could you hold the line one moment, please?
- Can I help? - Looking for Samuel Avakian.
[CHUCKLES] Christ. I never heard him called that before.
- What's Sammy up to now? - Where is he?
He's probably in his office makin' believe he's a winner.
Yeah. I'm sorry. Could I help you?
No. She's out sick. Yes, she is.
## [DRUMS BEATING RHYTHMICALLY]
## [DRUMBEATS CONTINUE]
[PANTING]
- Sam? - MAN: Yeah?
- Hey, uh, what are you doin' here? - Police department.
I just wanna ask you a few questions, if you don't mind, about your brother.
Christ. Will you let the guy rest in peace?
Your brother did time in San Quentin and he had six months' parole.
- I resent that stuff. He was the victim. - I'd just like to ask some questions.
Wait a minute! We run a legitimate business here.
I don't need this kind of thing. You come around here because he was killed.
You're harassing me, that's what you're doing.
You're usin' the fact that he was killed to harass me.
When I ask you, you answer. Understand, you creep?
I don't have to answer anything without my lawyer being present!
Come here. I wanna ask you something.
Hey, girls, you're a witness, huh?
All right, Sam.
- MARTIN: Get in there! - AVAKIAN: I'm gonna press charges.
You got a 15-year-old kid in that theater. I can cancel your action without trying!
- Hey, hey. Take it easy. - What was your brother doin' on that bus?
Nothin', my hand to God. Nothin'.
I was usin' his car. I swear on my children's eyes.
My brother, he was ballin' this broad, you know? Swear to God.
- On my mother's grave, I swear it. - [MARTIN SCOFFS]
## [DRUMBEATS CONTINUE]
Pig.
- ## [DRUMBEATS, BELLS] - [PEOPLE CHANTING]
## [CHANTING]
## [CHANTING CONTINUES]
I thought I heard you come in.
Ralph isn't home yet.
Would you like me to fix you a snack?
No. I got some things I gotta read.
You're about to lose a button.
Leave it home tomorrow, and I'll fix it for you.
Yeah.
Good night.
## [STEREO: JAZZ]
[MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING, ENGINE REWING]
[DOOR OPENING, CLOSING]
I'm Inspector Larsen. I'd like to talk to you about your roommate.
About Beth? I've already given a statement.
Well, this isn't for a statement.
Have you got someplace we could go to talk?
[BELL DINGING]
We can talk here. I don't have very much time.
- You ever see this man before? - Yes.
- With your roommate? - No. In the newspapers.
He was one of the others, wasn't he?
And you never saw him any other time except for that?
No. Does that disappoint you?
Well, how long were you roommates?
Two years.
I never saw the man before. Is that all?
No, no. Uh, weren't they dating or anything?
I mean, uh, did your roommate go out with a lot of men?
She didn't go out with men at all.
- What about you? - I don't think that's any of your business.
Do you?
Do I ever.
- Where'd you get these? - They were in his desk at the detail.
So they made the rounds.
- Why were they taken? - Why not?
It's not really any of your damn business.
What the hell is this? Some kind of a freaky game?
How the hell could you pose for that filth? People were murdered, and I want answers!
Listen, you pompous cop... [CRYING]
I know people were murdered.
There isn't any way that I can explain this to you...
because it wasn't meant for anybody but us.
- It was private. It was just between us. - What is that supposed to mean?
I think you've come to your own conclusion already. That's what I think.
You're damn right I have.
And this whole angry thing... You're acting like I was unfaithful to you.
Did Dave ever talk to you about his work?
He hated his job.
He hated the physical violence. He had to force himself to go to work.
Christ.
The only part he liked was the investigation, following people and stuff.
- Did he ever mention who he was following? - I don't know.
Just that he was working with you. I don't know. Something about an unsolved case.
Did he ever mention Teresa Camerero?
[GRUNTS] Yeah. He mentioned Teresa.
In fact, that's about all he talked about.
He had a whole library on sex murders. He loved... He was fascinated by sex murders.
Do you think that's what these pictures were about?
[PHONE RINGING]
[RINGING CONTINUES]
Hello?
Yes. Just a minute, please.
You're pretty damn sure of yourself, aren't you?
I don't know what you're talkin' about. Martin.
Where?
- I'll be there in five minutes. - Did I destroy your precious evidence?
I got an emergency. I'll talk to you later.
- So have I. - [PAPER RIPS]
[SIRENS WAILING]
CHIEF: We'll use two squads. One'll hit the front door; one'll go to the back staircase.
Keep in radio contact. I don't want you shootin' at each other.
- What we got? - Bus freak.
- How do you know? - Like a good citizen, he called in and told us.
[SIRENS WAILING]
- MARTIN: Who are the hostages? - Nobody seems to know.
Bill, get up here.
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
[SIRENS WAILING]
[SIRENS TRAIL OFF]
[APPROACHING SIRENS WAILING]
[WOMAN SOBBING]
- [SCREAMS] - All right, Bill.
Captain, there's a woman coming out.
Oh, no. Oh, no. Don't do that, lady.
- [WHISTLE BLOWS] - For Christ's sake.
For Christ's sake, get back.
MAN: [ON RADIO] Tac three to all units. Hold everything.
Stop. Go back. Don't jump!
Oh, shit!
For Christ's sake, why don't you take him? We're gonna have a goddamn massacre.
Okay. Hit him now with everything you got. Go.
[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE]
- [AIR HISSING] - [COUGHING]
[GUNFIRE]
- Let's get that damn ambulance up here. - [SIRENS WAILING]
- [COUGHING] - [COUGHING]
God almighty.
John?
Christ, it gets worse all the time. You all right?
- [COUGHING] - Come on. Let's get out of here.
What the hell are you talkin' about? This is not our man. This isn't the guy from the bus.
He'll do for the time being.
Well, how the hell is he gonna jump off a bus with one leg and run away?
How the hell do I know?
- Larsen, what's the matter with him anyway? - I don't know, boss.
[COUGHS] Shit.
My luck, this guy'll turn out to be a goddamn war hero.
[COUGHS]
[MAN ON POLICE RADIO, INDISTINCT]
JOHN: No, no. Don't rub your eyes. Don't rub your eyes. Just...
- Hi, Jake. How bad? - It's over.
[NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
Look, it probably doesn't make any difference now, but, uh...
I found out what Schwermer was trying to say.
So, you know the thing on the tape that sounded like, uh, "Vielda"?
He was answering us in German. He was saying that the guy who shot him
- looked like Elder. - Who the hell is Elder?
Oh, he's a... he's a good boxer. He's a contender.
- Find him, Mike. - You think it's still...
Find him. Let me have a look at him.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES]
[COUGHS]
MAN: [ON INTERCOM] If he's not here, before you go anywhere, I've got four other ones...
MAN: [ON RADIO] Yeah, 57. 10-4.
MAN: [ON INTERCOM] Yeah, this person's name is Bealey. B-E-A...
- Get a haircut. - Ah, grow a beard.
- [PHONE RINGS] - Just hang on a minute.
[TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING]
MAN: Holy Christ.
- Hey, I know you. - You don't know shit.
[CACKLES]
LARSEN: Well, who's the lady?
Vice boys picked her up in a hotel bust.
And guess whose name was in her little book.
- Chivas Regal. - Get her on tape, Brennan.
- You got it. - She's nothin'.
Remember Bobby Mow's friend, Rodney Davis?
- Yeah. - I got his rap sheet here.
Nothing' on it but a couple misdemeanors.
And no big time.
MARTIN: Who's checking out the Chinese kid on the bus?
He was just visiting his sister in the neighborhood.
- Looks clean. - What do you mean he looks clean?
Coroner told us the kid was high on reds.
Now, did you bother to check into a gang connection?
Who the fuck promoted you, pal?
- I'm just checking, babe. No offense. - Stay with it, John.
You guys take on this Rodney dude and bring him in.
- And where are you goin'? - I'm goin' to court. Meet me there.
I should have known.
The good-boy suit.
Let's have a look at this bimbo.
Hey, Jake. Been trying to get you all morning.
Hey, Jimmy. When's your new assignment?
Shave, haircut, a uniform and on patrol tomorrow.
Kind of sorry. It's been exciting. How's the bus thing going?
We're workin' it.
- How's the junk business? - I got somethin' for ya.
We got a pusher upstairs name of Dwayne Haygood.
He had a corner junk business, got burned by one of his customers.
- He says he wants to talk about the bus. - When does he go up to bat?
Well, we're taking him to grand jury tomorrow night.
He's a three-time loser looking for help. He knows the bus thing is hot.
Great. I'll pay my respects. Thanks, Jimmy. Good luck.
Take care.
DISPATCHER: [ON RADIO] Can you handle... We have a 213 occurred about five minutes ago.
Villa and Chestnut.
LARSEN: Christ Almighty. You can hear the eyeballs clicking.
They are really sharp around here.
Got to be to stay alive.
DISPATCHER: Villa and, uh, Chestnut. 10-4.
Your local Western Union.
- They just made us? - And spread the word.
[CLICKING]
- Hey, Bob. What's happenin'? - Thank you.
[CLICKING CONTINUES]
WOMAN: There he is. My favorite policeman.
- Hey, mama. - Giving me hot flashes.
- Hey, where you been? - Right here. You just ain't been lookin'.
- LARRIMORE: Oh, you're just saying that. - Come on. Play up. Play up.
I'll play up all right. Go on.
- Come on. - Come on, ma. All right, lady.
She gonna pass you.
MAN: Okay.
Talking about whupping. Oh, mama!
All right. Come on. Deal with it. Deal with it. Play.
- MAN: It's on you. - No, no. It must be yours.
- It's on me. - Just playing for matches, are ya?
Oh, man.
You know gamblin' against the law.
Ain't nobody round here breaking your jive laws.
Well, since nobody's breaking the law...
then how's about we just make the game a little more equal, huh?
- [MOUTHING WORDS] - How about a few more for you? Like that.
How about you, dad? How about a few more for you?
How about mom here? How about a bunch for you?
Now, darling, that makes it a little more even, doesn't it? Little fairer?
We're looking for a dude named Rodney Davis.
Where can we find him?
Gettin' nothin'.
Did you see that son of a bitch come in here and try to pull that shit?
- Did you see that? - MAN: Did I see it?
And then that other one that was standing up over me, huh?
Of all the nerve. It must be so slow downtown.
- Slow? You know. Come on. - Slow. Slow. Slower than slow.
Yeah. Slower than turtle shit.
- LARSEN: That's our man. - Around the side. There's an exit to the alley.
What the hell's going on here?
[TOILET FLUSHES]
[NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
Hold it.
- Police. - No shit.
Grab the wall.
Hey, man. What the fuck y'all chasing me for?
What the fuck you runnin' for?
'Cause y'all are chasing me.
We just want to ask you a couple questions.
You could do yourself some good.
This ain't a bust, Rodney.
Who you callin' Rodney, man?
I want you all to go home.
Hey. Hey. Your fight ain't with me.
Now, look, I ain't gonna do no Queensberry rules...
and a whole lot of you people are gonna go to jail.
Now, take a hike!
Rodney, we found a hot car with your name on it.
Why don't you just come on down and clear it up?
Listen, man. I don't know nothin' about no damn car.
I'm not goin' anywhere. So if you want my ass, you're gonna have to take it.
Pig.
You're lucky your name's Rodney. You know what I mean?
- Hey, hey. - The man has nothin'.
Look, look. That was a mistake.
You'll make it awful tough for the next cop.
You can't play to lose. You've got to play to win.
[CHUCKLES] Whatever's right.
You know what you're gonna do for us, Rodney?
You're gonna walk down the street, get in the backseat of that white car...
or I'm gonna kick your nuts up around your neck.
You know what I mean, boy?
Hey, partner. Go to the car and get on the radio.
What did I do? Break another rule?
What are you gonna do, son? Eyeball me to death?
[CAR DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Now, if he calls, there's gonna be 2,200 right behind him. You dig?
Now, you got three choices.
You can either go to the morgue, the hospital, or you can get in that car.
The decision is yours.
Next time, friend...
if we ever survive this fight you're gonna get us into...
I'm gonna take you on myself.
Oh, Jesus Christ. You guys are always looking for the hook, ain't ya?
- Now you got it. - What it is, man.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[YELLING]
Nice young fellas.
Clean cut.
I got the word you wanted to talk.
- Uh, you know, I don't like coming here. - How's the jaw?
Uh, where's Jake? I usually do business with Sergeant Martin.
You don't do business, Bobby. What you do is bullshit.
A lot of smoke-blowin'.
I gave you the good ones. What I told you about that colored guy...
I can't verify the information I get.
- What's with the armband? - Ah, hey. A little respect, huh?
- A lot of smoke-blowin', Bobby. - No, wait...
That's what I get from you. A lot of smoke-blowin'. You're giving me a lot of that.
- A lot of blowin' smoke. - I tell ya what I know.
- A lot of bullshit. - Everything.
- See this here? - What are we goin' in there for?
What...
[GROANING, GURGLING]
[YELLING, GURGLING]
Some punks never learn.
Jesus Chri... You're crazy.
Pathetic.
Larsen.
[CLEARS THROAT]
What's happenin'?
Anything on that weapon?
- Workin' it, boss. - Good.
What happened with Rodney?
No match.
Your friend Bobby was just funnin' us. You know what I mean?
[KLAXON BLARES]
- BOTH: O.B. - Hi, Jake, Leo.
- Hi. - What do you got?
Dwayne Haygood.
A real Mr. Big.
One to go.
- See you, Angelo. - Take care, Leo.
You know, uh, who the real police are?
Homicide cats. Yeah.
But now, uh, narcs...
there's a real mean... [SNORTS]
What's on your mind, Haygood?
Well, when they busted me on a sales beef, I couldn't believe it.
I mean, it's the third time. The big one.
So, uh...
I started looking around, see?
[WHISPERS] Like, uh, what have I got to trade?
LARSEN: [WHISPERS] I'll bet you came up with somethin' real good too, didn't ya?
- See, I was paranoid, man. - Mm-hmm.
'Cause this could be a 10-year jolt.
And I may never get out.
You better keep on talking, son, or you're gonna be talking to yourself.
Hey, what's your friend's problem? You want to hear about the bus or not?
See, I had this customer... [CHUCKLES] a real weird junkie.
- What was his name? - Watch your mouth.
So, uh, I read in the paper, see...
about this bus thing.
And then I read about this middle-aged junkie with this tattoo.
The screamin' eagle.
And I said...
"Hey, wait a minute.
That's my man."
- I mean my main man. Dig it? - What's the point of all the bullshit?
Is it good for some slack?
We can't make a deal with you, Haygood.
One simple reason:
You'd get up there, and they'd say, "Dah, dah, dah."
And you'd say, "Hey, but they promised me."
Hey, wait a minute now, man. I'd never pop my cookies in... whatchamacallit... open court.
'Cause I can't hack the joint, see?
This is big time, see?
What about, uh... What about the farm?
Can you get me the farm?
It's gotta be C.O.D., Haygood.
If it's good, we'll make a call. If your man's got a name.
It's good.
The dude's name is, uh, Gus Niles.
Got a location to go with the name?
I don't know, man. I don't know if he had a place or not.
How big was his jones?
Fifty dollars a day, $100 a day habit.
So I just figured, uh, he was livin' off his old lady.
Tell us about her.
She's one of them hippie types, you know?
Always half past high.
Well... [CHUCKLES]
Anyway, she worked at this, uh...
this art whatchamacallit institute.
Marsha something.
Where did you connect with Niles?
He comes to me, man. I don't deliver like Chicken Delight.
Right on.
[CHUCKLES]
I hope you're not jerkin' us, Haygood.
'Cause if you are, by the time you come back, smack'll be legal.
Know what I mean?
Hey, uh, just a little slack, huh?
A little slack for the goose boy. Huh? Haygood?
- Are you pissed off at me or somethin'? - [MAN ON RADIO, INDISTINCT]
- Where are we goin'? - [MAN CONTINUES, INDISTINCT]
[CHUCKLES] Sometimes I get the feeling I'm talking to you on the radio.
[MAN CONTINUES, INDISTINCT]
You are a grim one.
Maybe you're just hungry. What do you say we go a little Mexican?
And yet they taste so good!
What do you think?
I think you can take fingerprints and ballistics and bull from now to Christmas.
It's all gonna come down to leaning on some joker...
or making a deal with some guy on the street.
Then he'll come around and tell you all about it.
Well, how long have you been saving that up?
I talked to Dave about the Teresa Camerero case.
I involved him in something he knew absolutely nothing about.
He was trying to show me... you know, make my case.
Christ! That damn Teresa Camerero thing sticks in my craw!
I must have talked about it a hell of a lot to get him to...
Now, look at yourself right now.
You know how terrific that is that you're getting all that out?
I got a friend on the bomb squad. They're having a meet tonight with a couple of Angels.
Angels want to trade some dynamite and heavy hardware.
Now, I say we go there and maybe get a line on the weapon.
Okay. Come in. Come in. [CHUCKLES]
- How you guys doin'? - Who's ahead?
Excuse the place. The maid's night out, huh?
Hey. You made it. I was about ready to give up on you.
LARSEN: How are ya?
MAN: That was, uh, Ken Vickery. This is, uh, Ripple.
He's a damn good mechanic, and he likes to fuck around with bikes.
- VICKERY: This okay for you? - LARSEN: Terrific.
Been putting in a little overtime with the knife and fork, huh, Jim?
[CHUCKLES]
- Cups okay? - Terrific.
You should see the stuff these guys came through with.
Truckload of dynamite.
MAN: 600 pounds. Couple dozen live grenades.
Ripple here's got him a manslaughter beef in Oakland. We're gonna talk to the D.A.
Either one of you guys know anything about grease guns?
Hey, come on, man. Now, that's not part of the bargain when we seal the deal.
You know?
This is just a delivery. Period.
Period.
- Where's it at? - It's in the pickup out in the driveway.
What the hell's the matter with you guys? Haven't you got any brains?
This is a residential neighborhood.
Where else we gonna put it?
- Huh? - You shouldn't have that stuff here.
This is a residential neighborhood, for crying out loud.
You better get this stuff out of here. Can't you see it's leaking, for Christ's sake?
This is a residential neighborhood.
Yeah, I know, I know. But I was waiting for you guys, huh?
[CHUCKLES] Hey, I'll tell you, man. Driving this stuff around...
[IMITATES ENGINE] It's somethin' else.
I had Ripple precede me to chart the route.
No bumps.
We get off the freeway...
he leads me down this street they got all ripped to shit, man.
- I didn't know. - "I didn't know."
- Man. - You know what the goofy bastard does?
Man.
He steps on it. [IMITATES ENGINE REVVING]
Figures he can put some distance between us.
Hey. I speed up too, man.
Right up his ass the whole rest of the way!
If I go, he goes.
Christ. This is a residential neighborhood. You guys must sit on your brains.
[DOG BARKING]
- [CAR DOOR CLOSES] - [ENGINE STARTS]
WOMAN: [ON RADIO] Larkin near Market, a 914.
Advise on a 408. Larkin near Market.
MAN: [ON RADIO] 10-4.
Well, there was this... there was this doper I met.
He's... real nervous, you know.
Half... Half strung out.
He... He, uh... He whispered a lot.
You know. Wh... Whispered.
What was his name?
He was a... He was a fat dude. He had a tattoo.
An army eagle. He said he was looking for a... grease gun.
[IMITATES GREASE GUN FIRING]
[CHUCKLES]
Terrific.
Our John Doe now has a name.
Gus Niles.
Now we know that Gus Niles was lookin' for a grease gun.
And we also know that he was a victim on the bus shot by a grease gun.
Now, that ain't complicated at all, is it?
Drop me, will ya?
Was it somethin' I said?
WOMAN: [ON RADIO] 10-4 any code.
MAN: [ON RADIO] He has, uh, been in the red. He lives right here in the building.
We'll try Niles's girlfriend at her place of work first.
Marsha Macklin at the Art Institute.
You don't sound very convinced. Or maybe I'm misreadin' ya again.
- I don't think she'll be there. - [WHISTLING]
[HORNS HONKING]
LARSEN: Grim.
And possibly rank.
[DOG BARKING]
- Like you said? - Like I said...
she left for lunch yesterday afternoon, hasn't been heard from since.
- What do you think? - I'm only allowed one think a day.
What's that thing the French say?
You mean the one that goes, uh, you feel that you've been there before?
Yeah. That's the fella.
Jesus. I am beginnin' to understand you.
[SIGHS]
God. Give us a break.
[BOTH EXHALE]
How about that?
[RATTLING DOORKNOB]
[CLICKS]
[SHIP HORNS BLOWING IN DISTANCE]
Jesus.
Nothin'. You are really beginning to make a believer out of me.
Call it in, will ya, Leo? I want to have a look around.
[MAN ON PHONE, INDISTINCT]
MARTIN: The little guy is the sergeant. Gus Niles.
One of the bus victims, a hype.
The captain's our old friend Camerero.
It's very interesting.
What's it prove? They were in the same army together. What the hell's the merit?
It's been a week, Jake. More than a week.
And I'm holding 'em off, but what do you give me?
A lot of crap about Teresa.
What the hell was Evans doing messing around with that round-neck? It's a dead end!
Oh, now maybe he was onto something.
- Bullshit! - I think it's worth following up.
Follow up what? Two-year-old bullshit?
That was your case. You worked it.
How do you guys know Evans wasn't balling that nurse?
What about the colored kid? Didn't he own a... What...
What do you guys think? Someone's gonna bring you the answers?
That's the way it usually happens, Nat.
Look, the nurse turned out to be a happily married dyke.
There's nothin' we can do about that... any of us.
Beside, the other thing was just a toilet job. Bad info. Nothing on the guy.
Toilet job, eh? What the hell you guys been doin', huh?
You can't screw around with the Teresa thing unless you got something you can...
Not a feeling! Something solid!
Christ. You've been livin' in a... Haven't you heard?
The old, reliable cop on the beat turned into a pig!
Since the goddamn courts got Miranda, Escobedo... all that crap.
I mean, we might as well close up. We're walking around in handcuffs!
I don't have time for your P.R. speech.
I'm telling you right now, Jake.
And hear me good.
When this bus thing goes down, I want a clean pinch.
Good and legal. One that's gonna stand up in, uh... in court.
I don't want to hear about no Teresa.
You follow my drift?
[PHONE RINGS]
Got it covered.
- [DOOR CLOSES] - "Got it covered."
LARSEN: Oh, you've got brass balls. I'll tell you that. You can't let him walk over you.
Did you give that picture back to Evans's chick?
Evans was a creep. I used to think he was a nice guy.
He was using his girlfriend like a guinea pig.
Leo, I gotta talk to ya.
I'm into nurses tonight. That's it. I gotta go home.
Listen. I just want you to help me watch Henry Camerero for a few days. That's all.
Why?
Because he knows me from the original Teresa investigation.
I mean, why suddenly do you need me for anything?
You've been doing this all by yourself all along. I've seen ya.
You never even bothered to show me the picture you showed the man upstairs just now.
- Evans was following Niles, right? - Right.
Well, I think Niles wanted him to follow him.
You mean you think that he was setting the kid up.
- That's exactly what I think. - For what?
Evans nearly had it. He just hadn't figured out Camerero yet. That's all.
He was trying to spook Niles to get him to... to...
Look. The pieces are all there. We just have to push it into place. That's all.
Evans was working the Teresa thing on his own time.
He's killed on the same bus with Gus Niles...
who's looking for a grease gun, which happens to be the weapon used!
And then his girl ends up dead on the floor with the needle.
Jake, are you aware of what you just did to me?
You do it to me all the time. You heard what the man just said upstairs, didn't ya?
I heard him. I was up there. He's a nice man. He shoots in the low 80s...
but he plays it too close to the vest.
What are you laying that on me for? Why don't you stop it for once?
That's your personal hang-up! It does not happen to be mine!
- Can't you see it? - I see one thing.
I see why you're such a good cop. And only one reason:
'cause you're so screwed up otherwise.
You're beyond human belief. You understand that?
You got nothin' else. No private life. Nothin'.
Well, what the hell are you worried about? Your goddamn pension?
That's exactly it! Put in the 25 and pick up my 55.
All I'm asking you to do is to help me watch a guy for a few days. That's all. Routine.
It is not routine, Jake, goddamn it, if the boss says forget it!
All right! Then forget it! Forget it!
Look, you gotta understand something right now.
If I thought you had one thing that was concrete, I'm with you 100%% of the way.
How the hell am I gonna get one concrete thing if you ain't gonna help me?
- Understand something. I want desperately... - Are you gonna help me or not?
...to stay in this blood-and-guts detail... desperately.
The overtime is terrific, I get to use my head...
and I don't have to go back to the moronic general works.
- Are you gonna help me or not? - Oh...
For Christ's sake, give me a break once!
- You guys gonna need a referee? - No, no. Just a family beef, Joe.
LARSEN: Got a man here don't like hockey.
MAN: [ON RADIO] It's olive or black in color. Virginia license...
[SIGHS]
Listen, Leo.
I've been carrying this thing around for two years. It eats at me.
I got Dave in it. I gotta clean it up. I gotta get it off my back. That's all.
What about the goddamn bus?
This is the bus. It's the same thing. I feel it.
The boss just told me to keep an eye on you.
And I can't possibly do that unless I'm with you.
Now, take me home, would ya, please?
And you might try going home yourself too.
Just for a visit.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[MAN ON RADIO, INDISTINCT]
[HORN HONKING]
Pretty heavyweight building.
Just an office building.
MARTIN: The dark glasses and the mustache and Vandyke...
is our man... Henry Camerero.
He looks like big trouble to me.
- What's his rip-off? - Investments, real estate.
Oh, God.
[SIGHS] Looks like a heavy dude with a lot of juice.
- Who's the short guy? - His lawyer.
Oh, Jake. Short lawyers... they worry me.
Probably got enough juice to get a sodomy beef reduced to following too close.
Yeah, he's connected.
Jake, I gotta tell ya somethin'. I ain't comfortable with a hype like this.
No way. I mean, I'm used to busting street people. You know what I mean?
He's just another thug, Leo.
Grim.
We got a man fartin' in silk and playing all day.
I talked to Frank at the lab. He got an F.B.I. report...
on Gus Niles's prints from his service record.
...on Gus Niles's prints from his service record.
Are you just making conversation now?
Gus Niles used to be an Andrew Medford.
He was in business with Camerero for a while.
You want to take a guess who was Camerero's alibi at the Teresa inquest?
Well, now, how come you didn't make that in the original investigation?
Because Gus Niles was still alive then, but that's a nice question, Leo.
Using your head.
Get out of here now, and I'll see ya tomorrow.
## [HUMMING]
## [SINGING]
## [ENDS]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
MAN: [ON RADIO] Attention all units...
- We've got a man into antiques this mornin'. - 1600 block, Church Street.
Hey.
We gotta think this thing over, Jake.
He is a closet fruiter.
You're missing the point. Things are different today.
Homosexuals don't hide anymore. They demonstrate.
Our man still sneaks around. He's got things he doesn't want known.
Then why don't we pinch him? What are we waiting for?
You know damn well we don't have anything solid. Being fruit is no crime.
Well, violate the asshole then. Or plant him.
Or do some goddamn thing. This gets us absolutely nothin'.
Let's just keep at it.
We've got more lumber now than we had before.
Just hang in there. So far we've got him out of the closet...
makin' moves he's never made before.
All right. I'll take over. You go home, take a shower and shave.
I'll ring you later.
[NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[LOUD CHATTERING]
Yellow! Yellow!
## [SINGING]
- ## [SINGING CONTINUES] - [NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[CROWD HOOTING, HOLLERING]
## [SINGING CONTINUES]
[WHISTLING]
[LOUD WHISTLING]
- ## [SINGING CONTINUES] - [NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
## [JAZZ ON RADIO]
Watch my seat, will ya, fella?
## [JAZZ ON RADIO]
I think he's a fag.
Ah, things are looser now.
I guess a couple years ago that was enough to ruin ya.
That's what I've been sayin'.
Well, that's probably where I heard it.
You think that Teresa found out about him and then, uh...
didn't know which way to turn?
[CHUCKLES]
Nothin'.
LARSEN: Love in the afternoon. Sort of sweet.
He's taking chances, Leo! That's not our Henry.
He's pickin' up guys in the middle of the afternoon and bringing them to the pad.
I gotta spook him, Leo.
I want you to do one more thing.
You told me that five things ago.
Just one more thing. Take that photograph of Camerero and Niles...
and deliver it to him at his office tomorrow morning.
Please, Leo. Just this one thing.
Just deliver the picture for me. Okay?
- Hello, my darling. - Hello.
Could you see that Mr. Camerero gets that right away, please? It's personal.
- Sure. - I'll take it.
You are one heavyweight-looking lady. [CHUCKLES]
He's got it.
- Thanks, Leo. See ya later. - What...
Wait a minute.
- What do you expect him to do? - I don't know.
- But so far he's not doing anything. - I know.
- I think I better stay with you. - No, no. You go back to the squad.
- What? - You better go back to the squad.
I don't want you to get in trouble with the lieut.
Oh, no. I'm staying with you. You need guidance.
LARSEN: If that picture was supposed to spook him, it sure as hell is taking its time.
If he's our man, it's gonna do its job.
I don't understand why we just don't grab him.
- What for? - Well, we tell him we think he's a fruiter.
I got an idea.
It may sound crazy, but...
No, seriously. There's absolutely no danger to it.
All you have to do is call a man on the telephone and say that your name is Marsha Macklin...
and that you're worried about Gus.
It all sounds very corny and against the law.
Honey, I am the law.
Well, what's in it for me?
Somethin' about you nurses...
really turns me on.
You do this for me, and I'll buy you the best French dinner in this town.
You don't even have to pay for it. All you have to do is show up and eat it.
You've gotta be kidding.
LARSEN: You were the very first one that I thought of.
WOMAN: Why? [LAUGHS]
'Cause I thought it might turn ya on.
[MARTIN SIGHS] Ah, it smells good around here.
I just don't understand it. All the man did was come home to his house.
Now, how's that possibly gonna help our side?
He's scared.
He's hiding in his house. He needs one more jolt.
Well, I'm not convinced. Maybe you'd like to try.
## [JAZZ ON RADIO]
I'm gonna have to face him, let him see me.
It's the only way he's gonna know he's still got troubles.
Yeah. And that's the only way that we may get into trouble if he ain't our man...
or maybe get killed if he is our man.
Christ, pal, you are a barrel of fun.
I mean, we may have the shortest goddamn partnership in the history of this business.
Look, do me a favor tonight.
Drop me first, and then for God's sake...
don't do anything tonight, Jake, please.
I got nurses to thank. You know what I mean?
[PHONE RINGS]
MAN: [ON RADIO] We're gonna be 10-98 from the run on...
MARTIN: I told his secretary I wanted to talk about the Teresa thing.
She said he wasn't in.
He's in, and he saw me.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
Christ. A regular scientist.
What do we do when we catch him? Cite him for speeding?
We got nothing to take to the D.A. until he stops running and picks up a gun.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
Where the hell is he? Christ. Don't lose him now.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
- He's in a panic, so he's running. - Terrific.
We can tell the D.A. that we got a fruiter that runs when he's chased.
Look out!
[HORN HONKING]
[TROLLEY BELL DINGING]
[HORN HONKING]
[HORNS HONKING]
Playing games. He's not in the car.
LARSEN: It's up to you, coach.
It's his move. Let's just keep the pressure on.
[HORNS HONKING]
[BUS BRAKES HISSING]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
LARSEN: Jesus.
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
- Let's get out of here! - [ALL YELLING]
[SHIP HORN BLOWS]
Hey. Where the hell have you guys been?
The boss wants to see you guys right now. Follow my drift?
MIKE: Jake.
Jake, I got him. I found Elder.
You... You know. "Vielder." The guy the killer's supposed to look like.
Terrific.
A little late.
Thanks, Mike.
Jake.
What do you want me to do with the guy?
Geez.