Brass (1985) - full transcript
The Chief of Detectives of the New York Police Department, is a tough cop who has worked his way up the ladder from being on a beat.
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Here it is.
Try it on.
I moved the buttons.
Oh, yeah... Which way
did you move them?
Only one way to move
'em if you gain weight.
[DOOR BELL BUZZES]
Better stop having
those restaurant lunches
with you-know-who.
Why don't you call up
you-know-who? Tell her.
Ready.
You better tell
you-know-who yourself.
You're gonna see her today.
I can read memo pads
as good as you.
Been on all night?
I had to go to Atlantic City.
-Francisco?
- Si,Pop.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
-Did you find Johnny Farro?
-He'll be here today.
So where do I...
-He'll call me.
-I'll bring him to you.
Good.
Be sure to call.
[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]
See, he gets mad when you don't.
I will. I will.
And I also got a lead
on a Spanish-speaking guy
who can come in and help with
Pop... With lots of things.
-That's good news.
-Buenos dias, senor.
Buenos dias, senor.
We've only got 20 minutes.
You want the siren?
No, I want to think.
We'll barely make
it to the ceremony.
You should have
worn your uniform.
Now, what do you want me to do?
Frighten the neighbors.
Here's my subway.
Uh, Jimmy.
I'm sure this guy's okay.
He's an experienced male
nurse, well-recommended,
but run his name through the
computer first chance you get.
Yes, sir. Do you wanna see
Farro tomorrow? Next day?
Let's try for tonight, Jimmy.
Right.
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[SQUEALS]
[MUFFLED SCREAM]
Call the police!
OLD WOMAN: Call the police!
Hey, stop that!
Help me!
Help me!
[PEOPLE CLAMORING]
[SHRIEKS]
WOMAN: Let me go!
So... I heard Jimmy was working
for you all night, huh?
Yeah.
Just routine, dull.
[SCOFFS]
Well, how come I don't
do some routine, dull stuff
and Jimmy do more driving?
I like your conversation better.
You don't have to protect me
like I was your daughter.
Funny. My daughter thinks
I didn't protect her.
Doesn't she have
a nice, safe life
with a nice, safe
husband in Arizona.
And that's what she thinks I
should have protected her from.
DISPATCHER 1: 18-John, respond
to pier 92 parking lot...
Multiple injuries
from gunshot wounds.
Three people on the ground.
18-sergeant-10,
85 this location.
DISPATCHER 2:
Car-18-John responding.
That doesn't sound so dull.
Wanna go see what it is?
What about the swearing-in
ceremony? You'll miss it.
I'll blame it on my driver.
[SIREN WAILING]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]
Some crazy guy pushed
a woman into a van,
and shot those people
and took off.
Why crazy?
[SCOFFS] Must've been
some jealous boyfriend.
Jealous boyfriends kill and run.
They usually don't
haul live bodies away.
And not everybody
who kills is crazy.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
There goes the phone.
I ducked behind
that car over there.
Can you identify any other
witnesses that left the roof?
Oh, I don't remember.
Now, let's see. We got a white
man, maybe 6 feet, clean-shaven,
windbreaker, pea cap, and
nothing on the guy with him.
Well... I just
can't remember more.
And a light green
nobody-knows van.
Morning, Chief. These people
tried to save a woman.
Regular parker up here.
One of them tried anyway.
The one that got it
in the chest.
Looks like the other two
changed their mind
and they got it in the back.
Where did you run to?
I laid down. [STUTTERS]
They forgot me.
They just drove straight up.
Well, this woman they grabbed...
Does she work around here?
Parking ticket validated
by Ross Investments on 56th.
Find out the name of the man
who runs this building,
and where and when we
can see him.
Sure.
Hurry up. People are gonna
want this in tonight's news.
Okay, I'm set.
Let's grab a shot here.
What happened here?
Man in charge
is right over there.
Pancho! Pancho,
wait a minute!
When do I get
to call you "Pancho"?
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
Many years from now.
First you've got to get to
Francis, then Frank, etcetera.
I picked this up on the radio.
What is it?
What you see on the ground here.
I've got to beat it downtown,
Bradley Oats' swearing-in.
I wasn't asked.
Stop looking for trouble.
It's the Johnny Farro
thing, isn't it?
I'm looking into it.
Stay away from him.
If I start smelling bad,
you stay away from me, too.
You wanna do some good?
See if Hadley needs anything.
Now, don't be
a damn fool, Frank.
You should have told me
that when we were kids.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
It's too late now.
Can you see this story
in The Tribune?
"Chief of New York City's 3,000
detectives double-parked.
"Conscientious young cop
writes Nolan a summons."
Go ahead. Write it.
Every time you guys wanna
collar, you just find me.
That's because
where we find you...
They grabbed her.
They left everything
else behind...
Purse, wallet, keys,
identification.
The lady is all they wanted.
Her name's Katherine Miller.
Car registration put her
in Brooklyn Heights.
I sent a man there.
Ross Investments said
she recently quit.
She's a widow and divorced.
Forty-four, former husband
in Orlando, Florida.
She's about 5'5", 140,
medium complexion,
medium brown hair.
This according
to Mrs. Amery,
Mr. Schuyler Ross's
assistant.
Schuyler Ross...
Why do I know that name?
I'm seeing him this afternoon.
Want to come with me?
No. I'm probably mixing
it up with something.
Um...
What did this Katherine
Miller do for this firm?
One of the accountants.
And left because...
Said she had to see
her ex in Florida.
He's in the hospital
with Parkinson's.
All right, Frank. Why did
two guys grab this woman?
She's got something?
She knows something? What?
Sooner or later,
everything happens again.
Remember when you were
in Brooklyn North?
A young bachelor,
used to dress neatly,
and have a different
girlfriend for every weekend.
The happiest time of my life.
No, it wasn't, Larry.
This is.
With your lovely
wife and family.
-Anyway...
-Anyway...
Prominent lawyer was on trial.
The D.A. had
a very good witness.
The secretary.
Only she turned up
in Sheepshead Bay
without another word
to say about anything.
She had a funny name.
Her name was Rene Dimple.
You sure reach back.
[CHUCKLES]
Do it all the time, more and
more as the years go by.
I'll check with the D.A.
Come to a party at
my sister's on Sunday.
Can't. Chief would
be very mad at me.
Why?
'Cause he's mad at you 'cause
you quit Brooklyn College.
Why should I go there?
Because he went there?
Then, pick another night school.
He won't mind.
[SIGHS] I wish he would
get off my case.
-How did he find out, anyway?
-Don't look at me.
You know him.
He finds out everything.
Ah, the hell with him.
What about Sunday?
Go back to school,
and I'll go out with you.
FRANK: Hey, Tony.
[SIGHS]
I'll give you a call
one of these Sundays.
Maybe, we'll take
a run out to the cemetery.
What for?
Oh, just to look around,
put down a few geraniums,
say hello to your people, mine,
remember things...
Promises that were made.
Okay?
Yeah. Sure, Chief.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
Gee, you're awful,
laying guilt on people.
SCHUYLER: I really thought
she was in Florida,
but then we got a call...
She had a personal problem.
Of course I gave her
an appointment.
So, Mr. Ross,
she was on her way here?
Yes, apparently.
Mrs. Amery and I have been
talking about it all day.
There's been no work
done in this office.
The only problem
I can think of her having,
and mind you,
this is sheer imagination,
she did a little accountancy
work on the side,
or should I say on the outside?
[CHUCKLES]
But you knew about it.
Oh, yes, yes.
She'd asked permission.
She was privy to a lot
of very important information
belonging to us.
And she very decently promised
that none of it would
be shopped around.
Excellent auditing,
verifying, checking.
But I have no idea
who her other clients were.
Frankly, I didn't wish to know.
I think there was
only one client.
How would you know that?
Oh, I don't know.
I assume.
Where would she find the time?
[CHUCKLES]
Well, whatever she was
doing on the outside,
somebody killed three
people to stop her.
Frank.
Glad you're here.
You, uh... You don't know
Bradley Oats, do you?
Well, only by reputation.
Congratulations.
I'm sorry I had to
miss your swearing-in.
Oh, we're aware of the problem.
We've just been
talking to the press.
There's an afternoon
headline calling this...
"The Good Samaritan
Murders."
Three good, decent
citizens trying to help
killed in cold blood.
I wanna stay very close
to you on this one, Chief.
Well, Captain Larry
Jacobs is gonna be
in charge of the task force.
Oh, he's a good man.
Broke that Waldorf
jewelry robbery, didn't he?
-Couple of years ago?
-Yes, he did.
But, Frank, could you, uh, leave
your office for this one?
I mean, take a more
personal interest in it.
It'd help a lot if we say
the Chief of detectives
is personally supervising.
That parking pier is close to
a school, close to a hospital.
Makes it even more
horrible than it is.
We ought to try to look
good right from the start.
Certainly, sir.
I understand your concern.
Um...
Sir, may I take a moment to
discuss this misunderstanding
about Chief of Patrol Shannon?
What's it got to do with you,
Frank? He's not in your command.
He's a very old
and dear friend.
Retirement for Shannon
may be in order.
We haven't decided yet.
But don't expect us
to overlook the matter.
Associating with a known
criminal is intolerable.
I'd rather not discuss it
without the Chief of
Operations present.
Tied up in meetings all morning.
Who's in there with him now?
No. I mean on calls. He's
way behind on his calls.
He must be using psychic waves.
I don't see
a single line lit up.
Frank, I say what
I'm told to say.
I follow orders
without question.
Didn't you ever do that?
Sure, twice.
Both times I got shot.
You bear watching.
And you're shameless, Eileen.
He's not in there at all.
That Sicilian fakers up on
Park Avenue pampering himself.
Good morning, Vicki.
How's business?
We sold The Walt Kuene.
$60,000.
I thought you knew
I was saving up for that?
Mother is in her office,
and I'm called Victoria.
Frank, in person.
Come on up.
Well, this hasn't
happened in a while.
Oh, what do you mean?
We had lunch the day
before yesterday.
And I think,
the day before that.
No, no. I mean, you haven't
been here in a long time.
Well, I had to see someone
in the neighborhood
and I was early so...
Thanks.
I was early on purpose.
Lovely.
We having lunch?
Well, Lucy told me to tell
you that she thinks, uh...
I got to go off restaurant
lunches for a while.
Really? Why?
She thinks they...
They use too much salt.
Oh. Yeah, yeah.
She might be right.
But what I want to ask
you about was, uh,
dinner next week at my house?
You, me, my father-in-law,
maybe a couple of others.
We'll put the leaves back
in the table like long ago.
A birthday dinner.
Yeah.
I haven't had one, uh...
Not in a long time.
Since Consuela's death.
That's right.
That's right.
Her last party,
a bunch of her relatives
came up from Guadalajara,
including Pop, who hated
this town and never left,
and he's with me still.
[CHUCKLES]
Come, come.
Come on with me.
Come on.
I have something to show you.
And not to take, not for a
while, just to look at.
Now, this is all
Latin American work.
They're here for the show.
Right?
Most of it is recent.
And there are two Mexican
Studies by Paul Russica.
Here they are.
That one is for you.
And it is Guadalajara.
Happy birthday.
You're a swell girl.
There's no doubt about it.
VICTORIA: Mom...
Phone.
[SIGHS]
Be right back.
Hello.
This is Claire Willis.
Oh, Mrs. Amery.
Oh... That is...
That's wonderful.
I'm so pleased.
Yeah, it will help
the showing so much.
Thanks for calling.
Oh, and thank Schuyler
and tell him, I love him
and I hope to see
him at the show.
Right. Bye-bye.
[EXCLAIMS]
Who's this Schuyler you love?
Hmm.
So, make up
an owned-by card,
put it under the other Russica.
Schuyler Ross. He bought
that picture next to yours.
And he's agreed, as you have,
to leave it for the show.
Oh... That's it. You must have
mentioned that name before.
He's a very
distinguished gentleman,
and one of the gallery's
leading patrons.
In other words,
he's a good customer.
Well, I've got to go.
The dinner's on though,
isn't it?
You bet.
Uh... You can bring Victoria
if she'd care to come.
I'll ask her.
Maybe you'll get up the nerve
to ask her for my hand.
Come on.
I'm not afraid of her.
[GIGGLES]
Yeah, it's me.
One down and one to go.
I got the boyfriend's
address out of her.
He's down on a loft
below Houston Street.
Oh, yeah, about the money...
There's a change of plans.
No...
Not my apartment.
Yes, your apartment.
You're gonna count it out,
and I'm gonna watch you do it.
And then, you're gonna
hand it over in a briefcase.
I heard the radio.
I didn't know I was
buying a massacre.
[DOOR OPENS]
What are you doing here?
FRANK: That's what
I ought to ask you.
What's the matter? A police
surgeon not good enough
for your
four-star back?
You have no business in here.
It took me 35 years
to get my four stars.
And I'm willing to pay Park
Avenue prices to keep them.
Not that it's any
of your business.
It took Pat Shannon 30 years
to get his two stars.
Are you gonna take
them away from him?
Oh, that's it.
Pat Shannon...
I don't want to talk about him.
-How did you get in here?
-Come on, Lou.
Drop it. You're
aggravating my back.
Shannon has kept
Manhattan South clean.
I've seen him out there in 2:00
and 4:00 o'clock in the morning,
doing his own patrol.
He takes care of those streets.
Oh, sure. The way he took
care of 19th street?
That's a deliberate
misstatement.
That's a hell of a way for a
police chief to solve a problem,
ask help from a guy
like Johnny Farro.
We're not supposed to talk
to these guys. Know them...
Much less ask them for favors.
Don't make me laugh.
Because I can remember things
which you might remember...
Put them in a book, Pancho.
People eat them up.
I'm not interested.
Francis Lawrence Nolan.
Giovanni Amadeo Farro.
[SNIGGERS]
Long time.
Old St. Paul's.
I wasn't invited,
but in the crowd anyway.
I wouldn't miss it.
You and your bride
running out to the car...
All the neighborhood gang
yelling and waving.
And Pat Shannon and the
guys calling you "Pancho,"
because you just
married a Mexican girl.
What a beauty she was.
God rest her soul.
You remember me waving, Francis?
I remember, Johnny.
Yeah.
Ah, the old crowd.
There's nothing I wouldn't
do for any of them.
If they asked.
What did you do for Pat Shannon?
Just a phone call.
A guy named Demetrio, who owns
a joint over on 19th street.
I told him to keep police
officers out of his place.
Favor. Friend of mine.
Did you tell him the
favor was for Shannon?
He knew. He knew.
Who else could it be for?
All the cops
were Shannon's guys.
I need to know
what was said, John.
[EXHALES]
Demetrio said no, Francis.
To me, he said no.
Bad language.
Very bad.
He's not a paisan, you know.
He said he didn't care
what five grown-up cops did
on their off-duty time.
They'd come into his place
anytime they felt like it.
He had a point.
Yeah.
Well, we tried. Who would
figure he'd go fink
to the Police Commissioner?
Oh, I could.
The day after his joint
was burnt out...
That's not hard to figure, John.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, like I say,
he's not a paisan.
Not a gentleman.
Guys like that have bad luck.
Thanks for your time.
Anytime, Francis.
Anytime.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
I'm sorry now, Pat called.
I guess it was not
such a good idea.
It was a very dumb idea.
But what kills me is it may
have been my idea.
Nothing wrong with
Katherine Victoria Miller.
Nothing wrong with
her ex in Florida,
or anybody she worked with.
The computer never
heard of any of them.
Nothing here.
Oh! I've just been speaking
to some of the press.
I referred to Mrs. Miller
as the mystery woman
to kind of sell the idea
that this isn't going
to be solved in a hurry.
A wise idea, sir.
It may be a while.
Question is... Why does
someone want to kidnap
this very ordinary woman?
Where might I find Chief Nolan?
Uh, if his secretary
doesn't know...
He doesn't.
Then I wouldn't either, sir.
Am I talking to Captain Jacobs?
No, madam.
This is his office.
'Cause you ain't got
a face for a Jacobs.
That's true.
Tell us more about the roof.
What more can I tell you?
I certainly wasn't gonna
go back to my parking space
with all that going on.
I drove off that roof fast.
I'm glad you called.
I suppose I should
have called hours ago,
but you know you get scared.
Well, you've helped us a little
with the van, Mrs. Dietz.
Sir... Sir, Levy's
back from Brooklyn.
And Chief Shannon's on line one.
Yeah, okay.
So, a dent not too big
in the driver's door,
-and a cracked window.
-Yeah.
That is just as I said,
you know, it had like,
a tape running diagonal
like you might put there
if the window had a crack.
You didn't notice
the maker's name?
Like Chevy van, Econoline,
something like that?
Who pays attention to trucks?
And in a time like that?
Sir, Chief Shannon.
Yeah.
Hello, Pat.
Hang on, please.
Uh, Mrs. Dietz,
thank you very much.
Oh, don't mention it.
I just hope I'm not gonna
be bothered over this.
Certainly not by us,
Mrs. Dietz.
What about by him?
The killer?
He's shooting the whole world.
We'll keep the world
away from you, Mrs. Dietz.
Pat, listen. I don't
want you to say anything,
or do anything until I...
No, no, no.
A whole other thing.
I've got a shooting
at an old people's shelter.
Down near Grand Central Station.
I'm in front of it now.
It's that place
your sister used to work.
Oh, mother of God.
What is it?
Nobody knows.
It's no robbery. Just one old
man, one old woman, shot.
We called in
the Crime Scene Unit.
Okay, Pat.
Talk to you later.
Commander Barrow!
-Yes, sir.
-Yeah.
Take a unit over to this
address right away.
Shelter shooting?
Yes, sir.
We just got it.
I'm on my way.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Yeah?
Uh... I won't be able to
make it home for dinner.
No, I don't... I might be able
to look in, just to say hello.
How is everything?
He took a walk
for about an hour.
I was worried
but he got back okay.
Watching television now.
Yeah. Okay.
Okay, bye.
The boss of the parking
facility is Samuel Selig.
He'll be in the street
level office till 6:30.
All right.
Are you here for the Deputy PC?
No. Tell him I vanished
into the Bronx.
-Somewhere in the Bronx.
-What have you got?
From the super of the building
I hear she has a male friend,
middle-aged,
partly bald, that's it.
She got deliveries from
a drug store in Montague
which put me on
to a doctor in Remsen,
who prescribed antibiotics after
he took out her gall bladder.
And from him and Dr. Nash,
I got blood type and
general health info.
She was fairly healthy.
Is she from New York?
Larry, was this woman from
New York? Does anybody know?
She's not.
She's from Massachusetts
where she went to college,
according to her office.
Well, who knows her, aside
from people who work with her?
Get on to that Dr. Nash,
and ask him who it was
who referred her to him.
And I've got this thing over
here at Grand Central Station.
They're shooting old people.
Nuns.
This is gonna make
the Commissioner's day.
The van. Got a dent, possible
cracked window, left front.
Great. Still green,
we're gaining on it.
Whatever that doctor tells you,
I want to know right away.
-Sergeant.
-Uh... Yes, ma'am.
They told me
Chief Shannon was here.
He just left. May I
help you, Sister?
FRANK: Mary Elizabeth!
Francis.
What are you doing here?
I thought you were way the
hell in... Where is it?
Indonesia.
I was chased out
for being a Marxist.
You were chased?
What did you do now?
I kept asking the Government
for medicine and food.
They insisted on giving
Marx all the credit.
So I'm back here in our little
old Hilton for the homeless.
Why didn't you call me up?
-I just got back.
-Move on.
Now, listen...
What happened here
today happened before.
I mean, before I left
for the mysterious East.
Three or four months ago?
Almost five months ago.
Let's go up.
A young fellow came
sprinting through
the downstairs sitting room,
he had a gun and he shot
an old woman in the side.
"He shot her?" What do you mean?
He killed her?
No, she lived,
but she's still in Bellevue.
I never heard about any of this.
What the hell is going on?
FRANK:
What's the matter with you?
Why didn't you tell me
about this thing
the first time it happened?
Don't give me that big brother
peremptory tone of voice.
You were in Tempe
visiting Angela.
Detectives came around, seem to
be doing all that could be done.
Theresa, where's Mikaela?
In the kitchen, Sister.
I'll get her.
Then I left the country.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm sorry I'm a clod.
I didn't even take the time
to say a decent "hello."
We always were an odd bunch.
-Were we?
-Very.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Here's Mikaela, she got a
good look at the fellow.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Okay, okay, okay.
Senorita,okay.
[BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH]
No, 30, no.
Less. 25.
Uh... He had a jeans
and an army coat.
I never saw the gun.
I saw him run through,
just a look.
I heard this woman screaming.
I hear Mr. Delamos
screaming.
He shot her in the leg.
Here, here...
And he shot him
in the neck. Here!
This fellow's a lulu. What has
he got against this place?
What has he got
against old people?
Well, who've we got that knows
about people like this?
Captain Shore's
got the inside in all that.
Huh?
A little book of memories spoken
by you, recorded forever by me.
It says right here...
"Captain Mike Shore knows
everything about birdie brains."
Oh. Well, then
that's the man I want.
Who's the boss here,
Captain Grant?
And Lieutenant Mulcahey.
I want Captain Harry Grant,
Lieutenant James Mulcahey
to take themselves
off duty tomorrow.
Wait for me at my office
beginning at 9:00 a.m.
Do you know these guys?
We all say, "Hello." We play
softball in the park on Sundays.
Mulcahey's on
the Captain's list.
And that's not
the only list he's on.
Now make the call.
ROSA: Yes, sir.
Ladies, you wanna come with me.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
With all the room
I've got up in my house,
do you have to sleep
in this mansion?
Phone call, Chief.
-Detective Levy.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Now, wait... Wait a minute.
Let me get this down.
Uh, who're you giving me?
This is the name of the patient
that referred Mrs. Miller
to that doctor?
All right.
All right, yeah, I've got it.
Ah, at times I wonder
what the hell I'm doing.
I'm not seeing life,
I'm just everything that
ruins life and ends life.
Maybe I ought to take Pop,
move to Arizona.
Will you take us all
with you to Arizona?
You take me downtown.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
You off?
Yep. You?
Yep.
-You came to see me?
-Yep.
So what's going on?
I go back to tech assistance
here for a few days.
Hey, you ought to try
and transfer over there.
You're good at
electronics and stuff.
How about a transfer
out of the whole deal?
What "whole deal"?
Like, out of the force.
Well, if that's
what you want, out.
I never wanted in.
It was my father and my uncle
and their old pal Pancho Nolan.
Jeez.
Talk about police brass.
If the force ever had
a godfather, it's him.
He puts his hand on your
shoulder and that's it,
your life ain't
your own no more.
Look at this college thing.
He made me go.
He said it was what
my family wanted,
for me to be an inspector
like my father,
and more! Chief!
He'd back you in anything
if it was good.
I want to buy a bar up on
Pleasant Avenue.
What's wrong with that, huh?
He said, "No way."
He even said
he'd shut down the joint.
I'm not hearing the
whole story, I'm sure.
You know what he said to Bobby
Kelly from that 119th, Queens?
He ran into him on a date one
night at the Garden fights.
He called him aside, he goes,
"Don't go out with that
married broad no more."
He never said "broad."
What difference does it
make what he said?
Does that make sense
in this day and age?
He told you and me,
we ought to go out together.
That made sense.
What about Bobby Kelly?
Stop fighting on my stoop!
Hey, lady, give us
two minutes, huh?
No.
I'm gonna call the cops.
No record
of follow-ups.
No investigation at all.
It could have been but nothing
was punched in uptown.
All we have is
Lieutenant Mulcahey responding
to a complaint last December.
That's it.
He's got an excellent record.
Harry Grant, too.
What happened?
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Chief Nolan.
Yeah, right here.
Captain Jacobs.
Yes, Larry.
Yeah, wait.
Wait a minute.
She...
She worked where?
Oh, he doesn't know.
Interesting man,
this Schuyler Ross.
Listen go home
and get some rest.
Be fresh tomorrow.
Yeah. Me, too.
Straight home.
Love to Essie.
Good night.
Barry, go home.
Type up those notes
in the morning.
Yes, sir.
Hilda, go home.
Yes, sir.
Jimmy, we've got things to do.
Hi.
Hi, Laurie.
It's Chief Nolan,
Mr. Selig.
Hey, I wanna thank you
for waiting for us.
Just to save time,
would you get out
your employee file on the guard
who was on duty this morning.
His name is Whitman?
Yeah.
Right. Well,
we're on our way now.
Yeah, bye.
[SIGHS]
Whitman.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Didn't I write that name
down somewhere before?
Yeah, Whitman.
Whitman's the name of the friend
who referred Katherine Miller
to that doctor in Brooklyn.
Well, I suppose there
are lots of Whitmans.
This Whitman is
George W., for Walter,
been working here
exactly three months.
Oh, well, I've got
just George here.
Anyway, he must have
been familiar
with all kinds
of vehicles
but he says he can't
identify that van.
He's just scared to death.
How'd you hire him?
Agency, or what?
I don't recall, really.
Now, Mr. Selig,
there's a George Whitman,
he's from Brooklyn,
he's sandy-haired,
light complexion.
Like your Whitman.
A friend of Mrs. Miller's.
-Could he be your Whitman?
-Could happen.
I was wondering was whether
Mrs. Miller might have
recommended him for this job.
Maybe we ought to
talk to my assistant,
you know, in the morning.
He does some hiring.
I also have a note here
that Mrs. Miller
besides working for
that Ross company
did some accountancy on her own.
Would you, by chance,
have been a customer?
Are you gonna start
investigating me?
Did you hire two men
to abduct her?
What?
What a thing to say.
That's terrible. That...
What do I look like,
a hoodlum here?
I run a business.
Sit down, Mr. Selig.
No references.
Just a name and an address.
Which I note here
is no longer Brooklyn.
Will you make a note
of that, Jimmy?
Why no references?
I just hired the man, as you
say, as a favor to Mrs. Miller.
Oh, as a favor
to Mrs. Miller.
Why?
She do some favors for you?
No, no, no.
Nothing like that.
She'd just helped
with some paperwork.
Strictly business.
Her friend George needed
any kind of a job.
He's an accountant himself.
But I gather, he had
some kind of a legal problem.
I don't know what.
Okay.
Chief!
I had nothing to do
with what happened here.
Oh, I wouldn't think so.
I'll stop by again,
Mr. Selig.
HILDA: George Walter Whitman,
aka Walter Whitteman.
DOB 2/7/29.
Boston School
of Business, B.A.
Convicted fraud,
Providence, 1970.
Indicted fraud, extortion,
Brooklyn, New York, 1979.
Extortion.
Acquitted.
Indicted, extortion,
Brooklyn, New York, 1980.
Two extortions.
Present address 640 Joralemon,
Brooklyn, New York.
Uh, here's something
for that machine of yours.
Mr. Whitman is
no longer in Brooklyn.
Now our new address, this side
of the river, 422 Crosby Street.
[CLATTERING]
[GLASS BREAKING]
JIMMY:
Look at these guys.
That van has a taped window
and a dent in the front.
Try and cut it off.
My error, Jimmy.
Get on that radio.
Car four to Central.
Car four to Central.
Just hit by a van
wanted in homicide.
Location Crosby Street.
South of Houston Street.
Oh...
Let's see who he's got here.
Katherine Miller, of course.
And let's see who else he's got.
That's overkill.
This is Schuyler Ross's
office number.
Okay.
Well, Ross's home address
and telephone number.
I haven't got that myself.
Let's try it out.
Just for fun.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
6241.
Well, Mr. Ross is
actually on his way out.
Who?
Uh...
One moment, please.
A Mr. George Whitman, sir.
Say that I've just...
No.
Who is this?
This is George Whitman,
Mr. Ross.
I said, who is this?
This is George.
I got your telephone number
from Katherine Miller.
I'm a little worried
about her. I...
I hope she turns up okay.
Katherine and I were working
on something together.
[LINE DISCONNECTS]
He's not taking calls
right now, Captain.
So hold on. I'll go in.
I'll ask.
Captain Mike Shore,
you want to take the call?
Uh, no, just ask him
if he'll meet me
at the tavern
in the park at 1:00.
Well, this Whitman knew Millers
in Fairfield, Connecticut.
It's crossed out.
There's a note.
Deceased 10/79 or 10/81.
Her parents?
He knew Miller anyway...
Five years.
Oh, way more.
Here's a scratch out.
Kathy. Campus, lower
McFadden Hall, 2102.
And the phone there,
was an exchange, L-O.
That's before they went to
numbers. This goes back.
There's a bill here
from that Dr. Nash.
Oh, let me see this.
Oh, yeah,
$1,200 past due.1984.
Well, he needed money.
Well, the story might be...
They're friends
from business college.
They meet later.
She's married, but so what?
Romance.
She tells him some
interesting things
about Schuyler Ross'
operation.
He talks her into doing
his old thing. Extortion.
-And Ross kills both of them.
-Sir...
Lucy called from home.
Your father-in-law went
out for lunch by himself,
and she's a little worried.
It's been two hours.
She called the Argentine
place and the Cuban place.
Well, he also likes
that Thai place.
Tell her not to worry.
He'll be okay.
Did you check on that
male companion nurse?
There's a memo on your
desk, sir. All okay.
Oh, Detective Levy,
line two for you.
Captain Grant and
Lieutenant Mulcahey.
Oh, yeah, right.
Uh, Jimmy, will you give me
five minutes with these guys?
Yes, sir.
"Regarding an irrational
shooting incident."
Who wrote that?
I put that in, sir.
In assembling the notes.
Well, all right.
Let's call it that.
Bring them in.
Sit down.
This irrational
shooting incident
at the Holy Saints shelter...
It was reported
by Patrolman Gary Brown
and Lieutenant Mulcahey.
He sent detectives
Swann and Demarco.
-That's correct, sir.
-Yeah.
And their paperwork on the case.
Who saw it?
I don't know, sir.
The reports on file.
You never saw it?
Never reached my desk, Chief.
Or your ears either I take it.
Don't you recall any of your
men ever mentioning it?
I really don't.
The two detectives
were put on other cases.
Who was put on this one?
Sir, it was a very busy week.
I was trying to clean up
some things
before I started my vacation.
What things?
Sir, if you'd like me to
I'll dig 'em up, I will.
-You can't help him?
-Sorry, sir.
Didn't you think I was gonna
ask any of these questions?
Ballistics told me this morning
that the man used
a .22 caliber revolver.
He didn't kill anybody.
I suppose you could call it
aggravated assault
dangerous weapon,
which is something that goes on
all over this city all the time.
All right, all right.
Let's cut this short, gentlemen.
A nut started shooting at
people nearly five months ago.
Up to yesterday he seriously
wounded four people.
Yesterday, the department
started to investigate.
That's inexcusable.
I'm flopping you both
back to uniform.
That's all.
That van lost them, Chief.
Maybe it got over the
Williamsburg bridge
at the Manhattan.
Maybe it got stashed
around Soho for tonight.
They can't figure it.
Deputy commissioner Oats,
is on the phone.
I told him you
stepped down the hall.
Tell him I left the building.
Unless he's snooping
around the building, is he?
He's not, sir. He's lunching
with someone at 21.
Oh...
That wouldn't be
my father-in-law, would it?
They're all different, Chief.
How different?
See, I had a fellow in his 20s.
He liked to frighten old people.
Now, he wouldn't touch them.
He'd just yell and holler
until they'd beg him to stop.
Now, he may graduate
to be a shooter.
In the meanwhile
and in between time,
that rascal has pleaded
guilty on a simple assault,
and he's free on probation.
Chief, I had a young woman
that liked to beat old men
over the head
with her pocketbook.
Yeah, but, Mike, what do
these birdie-brains want?
Oh... They want
to do damage.
Not sure they want to kill.
They kill without intention.
It's like your guy, Chief.
He uses a little .22.
Now, why doesn't
he use something bigger?
I'm telling you...
Two of my babies were armed
with much deadlier weapons
than they used.
And when they
were being arrested,
they did try to use them.
I am putting you in charge
of this task force.
I want you to tell the boys
all you know
about the way
these nuts operate.
And you stay close to me.
'Cause this is a bad case.
Very bad for the department.
PAT: Mike?
Long time, Mike.
How've you been?
Fine, Chief.
You look well.
This is how
the ladies describe him
and how our artists see him.
You have a crazy person
up in Grand Central?
I don't know.
I've been thinking
about you, Norman.
And I've been
thinking about you.
You see, how I have
one of these folders
sticking out a little bit?
Just in case you should come by.
[CHUCKLING]
So, uh, what have you
been thinking about me?
I was telling a friend something
you told me 26 years ago.
Everything happens again.
Ah, merely a paraphrase
from Shakespeare.
"Life is, um...
"a twice-told tale."
Oh, I, uh, I
mentioned Grand Central Station
because of incidents that, uh,
have occurred in the vicinity
of stations in Ohio,
Pennsylvania.
People being shot and wounded.
Nobody knows by whom.
Old people?
Only old people.
Four of them.
There, see for yourself.
What are these words?
Geraphobia, geracide,
geriaphobe.
They're new words.
Neologisms of mine.
They're for, uh,
hatred of the old.
I showed them to an FBI
acquaintance of mine.
But, uh, when he couldn't
find them in the dictionary,
he, um...
He lost interest in them.
[CHUCKLING]
Norman, would you photocopy
this stuff for me?
With joyful anticipation.
Looks like our guy has
found himself a nest somewhere,
for the moment.
Yeah, we got a patrol going
through every building
where somebody can hole up.
Good. Take a minute and look
at those clippings, will ya?
Where are your gloves?
I don't need them.
I don't like them
to tell you the truth.
Okay.
I see Rosa's not with you.
That's right.
She's working on TV monitoring
equipment tonight.
Learning. Moving ahead.
Know what I mean?
She likes what she's doing.
Not everybody does.
Know what I mean? Sir.
Do I tell you what
to do with your life?
Not lately.
If you want to quit, quit.
But quit for something better.
Quit because you're ambitious.
Not I hope just
to show me who's boss.
Now that's stupid.
I said I'll call...
[SIGHS]
The minute...
I said you'll be
the first to know.
Now say something nice.
What am I?
Just another news source?
Like the headwaiter
at the St. Regis?
No, I'm just wondering
if you like me for myself
or for the horrible work I do.
Larry. Call from Queegs,
line three.
All right. I'll talk to
you later. I got to go.
No, I do think you're spoiled
but very lovable. Bye.
Captain Jacobs here.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Don, get on this with me.
Now listen. No, no.
Don't try to pick the guy up.
Let him lead you to where
they've got the woman.
Wait a minute.
We don't know she's dead.
I want to see the place
before we go in.
I don't want to set up
a hostage situation.
Just tail him.
That's all.
We're on our way out there now.
See you.
What was that?
LARRY: The van.
Out near Rockaway.
Here's a telephone number
where I can be reached.
Now, don't let anybody
kill those bums.
They may be the ones
who can make our case
against Schuyler Ross.
What your guess
on Katherine Miller?
Oh, I think she's dead.
I think they killed her
the minute she told them
where Whitman was.
What did you
find out from the D.A.?
Never heard of Katherine Miller
or Schuyler Ross.
If you're looking
for your main interest,
he's over on 42nd street,
figuring out ways to burn me up.
Don't be like that.
You know he feels about you
as if you were his father.
Well, I'm not his father.
And you tell him if he wants to
keep on fighting his father,
he'll have to go out
and fight in the cemetery.
I'm just a man in a profession.
I'll do the best I can
to bring others professionals
up the grades.
For the profession.
It's part of the job.
You have a way of making it
seem like a personal thing.
Wrong. I keep personal
and professional matters
strictly separate.
And you repeat that wherever you
think it'll do the most good.
What's the matter
with your mouth?
What?
Wind chap. I told you what
to buy for wind chap.
[TELEPHONE BUZZING] You wanna
look like a prize fighter? Here.
Yeah.
You're sorry, darling,
for being so pushy?
Well, I'm sorry, darling.
You've got the wrong darling.
I suppose you wouldn't
know what that call
for Jacobs is all
about?
I didn't hear anything.
Captain Shore is waiting
downtown, Chief.
Okay.
And like you, anything
personal I happen to hear,
I don't mix up
with professional.
Let's go.
Those clippings from your
friend got me thinking.
Maybe this guy works or
worked for the railroads.
I got about six
who'd fit the profile.
Age, height, weight,
general appearance.
But there's two
that I really like.
Are they railroad guys?
Yes, sir.
Pennsy and Long Island.
Quit or fired
in the last five years.
Wilmer, James H.
Date of birth, Hartford,
Connecticut, 1955.
U.S. Army, Infantry,
1973-1975.
He knows guns.
Yeah. Wait a minute.
-Would an army guy use a .22?
-It's as I told you.
Our guy would use a smaller
weapon on his victims,
but he could use anything up
to a mortar to defend himself.
Kill that one.
Show us Mr. Boone.
Boone, Arnold. Date of
birth, Chicago, 1956.
U.S. Marine Corps,
1975-1981.
Two hitches in the Marines.
Railroad track worker,
1981, Kansas City.
Fired, assault on supervisor.
Forged honorable
discharge from Marine Corps.
Inquiry disclosed,
discharge was dishonorable.
Well, I like Boone.
I'll call you later.
Dashing to a cocktail party.
You really ought to arrange for
me to buy that other Russica.
It was naughty of you not to
tell me that there was a pair.
Do you know what
you're doing Schuyler?
You're confessing
to a terrible thing.
Somebody confessing something?
Yes, he is. Frank Nolan,
this is Schuyler Ross.
-How do you do?
-How do you do?
And he is confessing to a
complete lack of sentiment.
But, my dear, I'm the most
sentimental man in the world.
He covets my gift to you,
even though he knows
what it's all about.
You can't have it, Schuyler.
Anyway, I want you to buy
that Impiglia over there.
-Mmm...
-A big, expensive one.
Hi, Marge.
Excuse me.
I want to show you why
I was so interested
-in the one you've got.
-Oh.
-I'll be right with you.
-Jimmy...
Stand by that phone up there.
We may get a call
from the beach.
Excuse me.
Come in, Don. I want to
know where are you now?
We're just out of sight,
about 150 yards away.
No, no lights, no nothing.
Don't worry.
We won't blow it.
Just remember.
Watch out for yourself.
One guy went in with a van.
But the other guy
could be in there, too.
The one with the orange roof.
Well, I spent over a month of
my life in that very villa
with a dear friend of mine,
now departed.
Oh, well, then I can understand.
Claire's told me about
your personal interest
in Guadalajara.
Well, my painting
is Guadalajara, too.
Would you consider a trade?
I wouldn't feel right about it,
Mr. Ross. I don't know why.
Then I'll say no more about it.
Did you meet your late wife
on a visit down there?
No. Here, at the UN.
Her father was a member
of the Mexican Mission,
and she worked for him.
And I was sort of in and out
of there for a while.
Schuyler.
Marge Mills says her husband
will be here later.
Here's a chance to meet him.
Well, he better make it in
the next 20 minutes or so...
I've got a very important
appointment at my place
at 8:00 o'clock and
I can't be late.
Oh, there's Niles Carr.
Excuse me, Mr. Nolan.
Niles!
Were you being unfriendly?
No. I'm never unfriendly.
I was just...
Reasonably negative.
[SNIGGERS]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Stand still and be quiet.
Put the bucket down.
Slowly.
Hands over your head.
Slowly turn around.
[MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: Grab that rope...
-All right, pull it up quickly.
-Here she goes.
Okay.
MAN 2: Ooh... This baby's
been in there a while.
[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: Let's get over here.
What's Katherine Miller
supposed to look like?
Wet. Yeah.
Emergency guys thinks
she's two days wet.
That would be
Katherine, all right.
You got off a couple of rounds.
At what?
Just a couple of rats
out there in the weeds.
Slugs that killed the people
on the roof
came from a 9 millimeter.
That would
be your pal's, I guess.
Or maybe you killed
Katherine Miller with this one?
Where's the body?
Look I told you, I don't
know any Katherine Miller.
Let's get back
to your social calendar.
The 12th. Wally's
auto body, Hempstead.
"Come at 9:00."
What for, Mr. Brice?
The van you painted here
day before yesterday, 16th.
What did you go
to Wally for on the 12th?
Stolen plates?
'Cause they were registered
to a party in Hempstead.
Well, we'll look up Wally.
What's this?
18th.
And today?
"P1-7E66-8."
Did you write this?
Maybe this isn't
your book at all.
Maybe it's your friend's.
What's his name?
Stack.
Mr. Philip O' Stack.
What's Mr. Brice's
first name again?
Mr. Brice's
first name is Leland.
You don't mind if use
this line, do you, Leland?
As much as it
isn't yours anyway?
It's true of course
what you say.
Very different people
can be happy together.
My mother was teaching Art
when she married my father
who was making buttons and
zippers. [PHONE RINGING]
But they had
interests in common.
That's the main thing.
Well, you make
a pretty good case.
Phone, Chief.
Excuse me.
We're in.
We've got one.
Leland Brice.
Well known to the computer.
Everything from assault
to robbery to murder two.
In and out of the joint.
Attica six months ago.
We're going over
everything here,
waiting for the other guy
to show up.
Stack. Also big in the computer.
-There's more.
-What?
I found something
in his diary.
-Was that for today?
-Yeah, the 18th.
P1-7E668.
It's not a phone number.
It could be a serial number,
or a license
number maybe.
Well, I'd...
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Hang on.
I've got something...
Down here.
P1-7E668.
Now wait a minute.
P1...
What about Penthouse 1,
7 East 66th,
at 8:00 p.m.?
Huh?
Would you buy that if
I told that Schuyler Ross...
is on his way out of
here this minute
to keep an appointment
at 8:00?
Leland, you've always
been a bad boy, but this...
This is very bad.
How did you and Stack come
to meet Mr. Schuyler Ross
of East 66th Street?
Well, how did the
people describe him?
The way he looks
in the drawing, Chief.
We got the main area covered.
We're gonna start
working the tunnels.
Has Chief Shannon been around?
Oh, sure, he's been
here twice today,
checking on his patrols.
He's back here right now
in street clothes.
Okay, fine.
There's a guy in a cab.
Okay, Mike.
I got to go now.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
Where do you take a break?
Uh, the staff has a
room down the stairs.
Well, go take a break.
Now.
No, Chief's not here.
Oh, well, um...
Just ask him to call me
when he comes in, all right?
Anytime. Just...
Either here or at my apartment.
Fine.
He just flew out of here
without a word,
so I was just wondering if...
Well, I don't know
what I was wondering.
Leave the bag on the floor.
Back out slowly.
Put your hands on the
roof of the cab.
And don't do anything but that.
Tom...
If that call from the coast
doesn't come in by 10:00,
you're free to leave.
Well, well.
Was this $25,000
for Mrs. Miller
or Mr. Whitman or both?
A policeman.
The suspicion crossed
my mind when we met.
Would you believe that?
My guess is Whitman.
And my guess is
you're a confused man.
But I just arrested Stack,
so who and how much
were you going to pay
to knock off the third party?
Mr. Nolan, are you here
to arrest me for something?
If you are, then I have to
cancel my date for the theater.
If you are not, you'll have
to excuse me, while I dress.
Because you know, I'm sure,
another man was working
with Miller and Whitman,
and that man's in bad shape.
He's scared to death
of you, Mr. Ross.
On the other hand
he's scared of me, too.
I've explained to him,
of course,
that if he cooperates with me,
he won't have to worry
about either one of us.
And he's thinking that over.
Do detectives have to undergo
regular psychological
testing, Mr. Nolan?
Well, if we make
a couple of bad mistakes,
inquiries are
certainly made, yes.
And that's why to answer
your earlier question,
I'm not going to
arrest you tonight.
First I have to find out
exactly what you were doing,
what these people
had against you,
and why you had them killed.
And then I can make a case.
I'm sorry to detain you,
but I think you still have
plenty of time for the theater.
So now we have
Katherine Miller's body.
And the sledgehammer
in the van killed Whitman.
And blood doesn't lie.
And if it wasn't you guys
running out of Whitman's place,
who was it?
Abbott and Costello?
We're trying to be
straight with you, Brice.
Didn't I read you your rights?
Didn't I tell you
to call your lawyer?
You ain't even got a lawyer.
Chief, medical examiner's here.
I'll bet you Schuyler Ross
has got a lawyer.
Sure. Those guys
get the best.
The woman we got in the morgue
is not Katherine Miller, Chief.
Wait a minute.
You mean, the woman
in the canal last night?
The woman they pulled out,
she died about the same time,
and she's got
no bodily injuries.
And the blood we found in the
van is a different type anyhow.
Her age?
Way under 40.
And she never had a
gall bladder operation
or any other operation.
And pregnant,
in the second trimester.
Could be a suicide.
Herb, I need a vacation.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, hey, I'm going to
St. Croix in two weeks.
Break away.
Come with me.
Great place for a change, Chief.
Every man needs a change.
Let me think about it, Herb.
I'll think about it.
Woman in the canal
wasn't Mrs. Miller.
No kidding, who was she?
Time will tell.
It's another case.
And when we said,
we have Miller's body,
our friend in there
said nothing.
I think I'll go back
and punch his face.
Don't touch him.
Don't touch him.
We got to break him, Chief.
We can't offer him no deals,
and they know it.
Easy, easy, easy.
Keep everything kosher.
You want to give him pain?
Walk away from him.
Let him think.
You're keeping in very close
touch with the media.
Anything wrong with that?
I can't come into your home,
and see Essie and the kids,
and play some game...
Make believe you're
still the same guy.
Nothing wrong that I know of.
Afternoon, Chief Shannon.
Mrs. Mackleton.
[SIGHS]
Well, Frank.
I'm here.
You wanted to see me?
You never told me that this guy,
Demitrio refused to cooperate.
[SIGHS] Well...
Because it turned out so bad,
Johnny went nuts.
It looked to the commission
like Demitrio said no,
so you and Johnny burnt him out.
That's ridiculous.
Johnny went nuts, not me.
I know.
This guy...
Selling cocaine,
girls, green cards,
stolen cars, regular...
Supermarket.
And he has the chutzpah to
run down to the commission,
and they make
a panic case against me.
I don't blame the PC
as much as I do Maldonato.
He knows how things really are.
But what worries him,
is how things look.
Oh, he's in step
with the world, my friend.
Now, this is what
I've got to do.
Roll over.
You won't get your
third star this year.
I won't keep the two
I've got already. I'm out.
They called me in this morning,
and they want my papers,
end of the week.
[MUSIC PLAYING
OVER BOOM BOX]
[GUNSHOT]
[SCREAMING]
You mentioned me to Ross?
I got a big reaction.
Ross doesn't even know me.
Well, he got
the impression somehow
that you might know
a lot about him.
Couldn't you lock him up?
No, I didn't have a real case.
No, I wouldn't be
afraid of Ross himself,
but he does pay people
to do things
that he would never do himself.
You know what I think?
That you ought to do
is take a vacation.
A month.
Somebody said
St. Croix was nice.
I don't know all the details.
Ross set up a company
called Mexol.
Petroleum and sulphur
products in Mexico.
Funneled clients' money into it,
but it didn't really exist.
Katherine caught on.
She offered to cut me in on
what she got out of Ross
if I gave her money
to help Whitman.
And all you could do
was give Whitman a job.
-Yes.
-For the same cut.
Listen.
Nothing ever came of it.
Five killings.
I mean, all I did come right
down to it was give a guy a job.
Can't we possibly
look at it that way?
Possibly we can.
I want to tell you, what we can
do for each other, Mr. Selig.
I don't want to hear about
what went on in days gone by.
How we winked an eye
at what people did.
I said people winked
an eye at what we did.
Did you make a practice of
consorting with known criminals?
We knew a few, we still do.
Uh, Commissioner,
the use of informants
with criminal background was
and is a common practice,
but here, we have a
two-star Borough Chief...
Thirty years in the department.
Who was not
seeking information.
He requested a recognized crime
boss to act in his behalf,
because he said Demitrio's
dump might have been raided,
police officers might have
been caught in the raid,
Shannon might
be called to account.
I think he was right.
But faced with the same problem,
police officers frequenting
a place like Demitrio's,
other chiefs wouldn't have
chosen Shannon's solution.
And what happened to Demitrio?
Besides getting
burnt out, nothing.
He was never convicted of any of
the activities ascribed to him.
The law was obliged.
I'm not talking
about the department,
the law was obliged to consider
him an ordinary businessman.
Sure, like Johnny Farro,
who never spent a day
in jail in his life.
I think we're wasting our time.
So do I.
Gentlemen, Chief Shannon
came to me, he said,
"I can't control these men,
"but I must control them.
"I've got to get help."
I approved.
I'm not his boss,
but I am the senior officer.
The blame is mine.
You surely didn't tell
him to do what he did.
Not quite. He said he
was going to see Farro,
you said, "Good idea?"
Is that it?
Not exactly. I said,
"Maybe it's a good idea."
Commissioner, I've been
doing this job a long time.
Mostly by the rules
of the department.
Now and then, by my own rules.
It's all up for judgment.
The bad choices
along with the good.
I stand by it all.
If the department
can't take it as it is,
then I can't take it.
I'll leave it.
I could have stopped Shannon.
I didn't.
You don't want his
papers, you want mine.
What are you giving us?
An either or?
We keep Shannon or you step out?
That's it.
I don't think honor
requires that, Chief,
or friendship, either.
When do you want my papers, Sir?
I'll leave that to
the Chief of Operations.
I'll leave it to you.
You'll have my papers
the day Shannon hands in his.
[SIREN BLARING]
-Any word?
-He killed the old man.
Chief, the old fellow at
your sister's, on the edge.
We got a fix on our guy, Chief.
He's not in the main station.
We've swept it.
All the track areas are covered.
The gates, the public
and employee doors
on Lexington and
Vanderbilt are covered.
He's down on the tracks.
He's in these tunnels.
But what about exits
leading from those tunnels?
We got three possibles.
Two up on park, and the
elevator at the Post Office
coming up from the tunnel.
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
Captain Jacobs
on the phone, Chief.
Yeah.
Selig from the parking
pier just arrived.
You coming back here?
No. Just make him
comfortable there.
Explain to him how we're
going to set this thing up.
Tell him we're going to have
him covered at all times.
Tell him, he'll be in no danger.
Call me back
if there's any problem.
Need anything, Chief?
Yeah. Give me
a flashlight.
Post three, come in.
Reynolds, come in.
This is Captain Shore.
Reynolds or Williams,
post three.
Come in, post three.
Post three?
What's the matter?
Where are they?
They're at the Post Office.
Oh, no. I goofed.
I sent Reynolds and Williams
over to 41st street exit.
FRANK:
Tony, grab that car.
Get yourself organized.
I checked that post myself
Where the hell is it?
It's at the west end of the
post-dispatch dock.
All right.
Get in the car.
Rosa, stand by that phone.
We may get a call from Jacobs.
Yes, sir.
[SIREN BLARING]
I want to find those tunnels
that lead off the tracks.
This way.
All right,
you come show me.
MAN: Here it is.
Turn your hat around.
Take your shield off.
That's no .22.
Hold that light
away from your body.
Tony, get on the radio
to Captain Shore.
Tell him we've got him here.
See if he knows
some way around behind.
Tony!
Captain Shore's on his way over.
I sent our emergency guys.
We got one man down.
One of the two that
were with the Chief.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIREN WAILING]
Where's Tony?
Rosa.
I don't know what to say.
What is it?
A grave?
PAT: Lime pit.
Calcium oxide.
Found some 50-pound bags
of it in the wood chest.
These guys had
a going business here.
Then we found this and
started looking for holes.
The bags were there
with the remains.
How much is left of her?
Her? We couldn't tell
it was a "her" in here.
Do you mean Katherine Miller?
She's over here.
Want to take a look?
Nah.
SELIG: Thanks for coming,
Mr. Ross.
My apartment would have
been more comfortable.
I feel more secure here.
What did you think
I might do to you?
Can we talk business?
[SIGHS]
Talk.
The police are
trying to scare me
about the murders
upstairs and wherever.
I'll risk that
if it's worth the risk.
SCHUYLER: What are the
police talking about?
SELIG: George and Katherine
had all your lists.
Confidential addresses
and so on.
They'll try to find
whoever put you in touch
with the killers.
That'll give them
a lead to you.
What good are you to me?
It'll be hard
to pin a murder on you
unless you had
strong reasons to do it.
I can tell them about
those "strong reasons."
What do you want?
What Katherine and George
wanted, plus my cut.
You're asking for
a million-and-a-half dollars.
And at this point in time,
I don't think it's excessive.
What about a quarter
share of Mexol?
What would it be worth?
$250,000 now...
Against 250,000 annually.
We've got what we need.
Leave the tape running.
Finished?
They're setting the
next meeting.
Tell Levy to join me.
Levy, Captain Jacobs wants
you to join him. Levy?
LEVY: I'm on my way.
Put your hands over your head.
Move slowly forward.
Frank.
Oh, Claire.
Claire, thanks.
Thanks for coming.
Frank.
Hi, Claire.
I want to say,
I thought about the other day.
It's a problem.
There's a cure.
I'm working on it.
PRIEST: Family and friends
will of course remember
in very personal ways
the special glance,
the manner of saying things,
the moments of
seriousness and fun.
But the world remembers a man
by what he has done
and considers
whether it was worthy.
Did it help?
Did we benefit?
Are we less well off
now without it?
Shall we remember?
It is a fortunate man
whose line of work in itself
answers yes to those questions.
This young man's
chosen profession
proclaimed a personal merit.
He was drawn to the
service of his community.
He went with enthusiasm,
with love, with devotion,
wholly of his own choice,
even to the sacrifice
of his very being.
He has assured himself a glory,
which we here cannot imagine,
but which we will see
one day, God willing,
for our Lord has said to us,
"I am the resurrection
and the life."
-A word, please.
-Certainly.
Oh, yes.
This might not
be the right place
but it's police business
and it's urgent.
Nobody around here
is going to object.
I want to know, what you'd
consider as a good deal?
-Deal? What deal?
-For Pat Shannon.
For instance,
we take away one star.
What do you mean?
He's out, isn't he?
We don't want you out.
The Commissioner doesn't
want it. I don't want it.
Let's do something
that looks right.
[SIGHS]
All right.
All right.
You want to tell him
or should I?
You. I've got
to set it up.
I'll see you downtown.
Chief.
See you at work tomorrow?
Okay.
I think we all ought to
stop by the Corvello's.
Lucy told me can bring
home anybody you want.
She shopped.
We can put the leaves
on the table.
Yeah.
We can do that.
The old time way.
Yeah. Let's all do that.
Well, it's work tomorrow
for both of us.
Of course, you won't get
your third star this year.
You'll never catch me now.
[NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
Here it is.
Try it on.
I moved the buttons.
Oh, yeah... Which way
did you move them?
Only one way to move
'em if you gain weight.
[DOOR BELL BUZZES]
Better stop having
those restaurant lunches
with you-know-who.
Why don't you call up
you-know-who? Tell her.
Ready.
You better tell
you-know-who yourself.
You're gonna see her today.
I can read memo pads
as good as you.
Been on all night?
I had to go to Atlantic City.
-Francisco?
- Si,Pop.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
-Did you find Johnny Farro?
-He'll be here today.
So where do I...
-He'll call me.
-I'll bring him to you.
Good.
Be sure to call.
[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]
See, he gets mad when you don't.
I will. I will.
And I also got a lead
on a Spanish-speaking guy
who can come in and help with
Pop... With lots of things.
-That's good news.
-Buenos dias, senor.
Buenos dias, senor.
We've only got 20 minutes.
You want the siren?
No, I want to think.
We'll barely make
it to the ceremony.
You should have
worn your uniform.
Now, what do you want me to do?
Frighten the neighbors.
Here's my subway.
Uh, Jimmy.
I'm sure this guy's okay.
He's an experienced male
nurse, well-recommended,
but run his name through the
computer first chance you get.
Yes, sir. Do you wanna see
Farro tomorrow? Next day?
Let's try for tonight, Jimmy.
Right.
[NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[SQUEALS]
[MUFFLED SCREAM]
Call the police!
OLD WOMAN: Call the police!
Hey, stop that!
Help me!
Help me!
[PEOPLE CLAMORING]
[SHRIEKS]
WOMAN: Let me go!
So... I heard Jimmy was working
for you all night, huh?
Yeah.
Just routine, dull.
[SCOFFS]
Well, how come I don't
do some routine, dull stuff
and Jimmy do more driving?
I like your conversation better.
You don't have to protect me
like I was your daughter.
Funny. My daughter thinks
I didn't protect her.
Doesn't she have
a nice, safe life
with a nice, safe
husband in Arizona.
And that's what she thinks I
should have protected her from.
DISPATCHER 1: 18-John, respond
to pier 92 parking lot...
Multiple injuries
from gunshot wounds.
Three people on the ground.
18-sergeant-10,
85 this location.
DISPATCHER 2:
Car-18-John responding.
That doesn't sound so dull.
Wanna go see what it is?
What about the swearing-in
ceremony? You'll miss it.
I'll blame it on my driver.
[SIREN WAILING]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]
Some crazy guy pushed
a woman into a van,
and shot those people
and took off.
Why crazy?
[SCOFFS] Must've been
some jealous boyfriend.
Jealous boyfriends kill and run.
They usually don't
haul live bodies away.
And not everybody
who kills is crazy.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
There goes the phone.
I ducked behind
that car over there.
Can you identify any other
witnesses that left the roof?
Oh, I don't remember.
Now, let's see. We got a white
man, maybe 6 feet, clean-shaven,
windbreaker, pea cap, and
nothing on the guy with him.
Well... I just
can't remember more.
And a light green
nobody-knows van.
Morning, Chief. These people
tried to save a woman.
Regular parker up here.
One of them tried anyway.
The one that got it
in the chest.
Looks like the other two
changed their mind
and they got it in the back.
Where did you run to?
I laid down. [STUTTERS]
They forgot me.
They just drove straight up.
Well, this woman they grabbed...
Does she work around here?
Parking ticket validated
by Ross Investments on 56th.
Find out the name of the man
who runs this building,
and where and when we
can see him.
Sure.
Hurry up. People are gonna
want this in tonight's news.
Okay, I'm set.
Let's grab a shot here.
What happened here?
Man in charge
is right over there.
Pancho! Pancho,
wait a minute!
When do I get
to call you "Pancho"?
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
Many years from now.
First you've got to get to
Francis, then Frank, etcetera.
I picked this up on the radio.
What is it?
What you see on the ground here.
I've got to beat it downtown,
Bradley Oats' swearing-in.
I wasn't asked.
Stop looking for trouble.
It's the Johnny Farro
thing, isn't it?
I'm looking into it.
Stay away from him.
If I start smelling bad,
you stay away from me, too.
You wanna do some good?
See if Hadley needs anything.
Now, don't be
a damn fool, Frank.
You should have told me
that when we were kids.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
It's too late now.
Can you see this story
in The Tribune?
"Chief of New York City's 3,000
detectives double-parked.
"Conscientious young cop
writes Nolan a summons."
Go ahead. Write it.
Every time you guys wanna
collar, you just find me.
That's because
where we find you...
They grabbed her.
They left everything
else behind...
Purse, wallet, keys,
identification.
The lady is all they wanted.
Her name's Katherine Miller.
Car registration put her
in Brooklyn Heights.
I sent a man there.
Ross Investments said
she recently quit.
She's a widow and divorced.
Forty-four, former husband
in Orlando, Florida.
She's about 5'5", 140,
medium complexion,
medium brown hair.
This according
to Mrs. Amery,
Mr. Schuyler Ross's
assistant.
Schuyler Ross...
Why do I know that name?
I'm seeing him this afternoon.
Want to come with me?
No. I'm probably mixing
it up with something.
Um...
What did this Katherine
Miller do for this firm?
One of the accountants.
And left because...
Said she had to see
her ex in Florida.
He's in the hospital
with Parkinson's.
All right, Frank. Why did
two guys grab this woman?
She's got something?
She knows something? What?
Sooner or later,
everything happens again.
Remember when you were
in Brooklyn North?
A young bachelor,
used to dress neatly,
and have a different
girlfriend for every weekend.
The happiest time of my life.
No, it wasn't, Larry.
This is.
With your lovely
wife and family.
-Anyway...
-Anyway...
Prominent lawyer was on trial.
The D.A. had
a very good witness.
The secretary.
Only she turned up
in Sheepshead Bay
without another word
to say about anything.
She had a funny name.
Her name was Rene Dimple.
You sure reach back.
[CHUCKLES]
Do it all the time, more and
more as the years go by.
I'll check with the D.A.
Come to a party at
my sister's on Sunday.
Can't. Chief would
be very mad at me.
Why?
'Cause he's mad at you 'cause
you quit Brooklyn College.
Why should I go there?
Because he went there?
Then, pick another night school.
He won't mind.
[SIGHS] I wish he would
get off my case.
-How did he find out, anyway?
-Don't look at me.
You know him.
He finds out everything.
Ah, the hell with him.
What about Sunday?
Go back to school,
and I'll go out with you.
FRANK: Hey, Tony.
[SIGHS]
I'll give you a call
one of these Sundays.
Maybe, we'll take
a run out to the cemetery.
What for?
Oh, just to look around,
put down a few geraniums,
say hello to your people, mine,
remember things...
Promises that were made.
Okay?
Yeah. Sure, Chief.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
Gee, you're awful,
laying guilt on people.
SCHUYLER: I really thought
she was in Florida,
but then we got a call...
She had a personal problem.
Of course I gave her
an appointment.
So, Mr. Ross,
she was on her way here?
Yes, apparently.
Mrs. Amery and I have been
talking about it all day.
There's been no work
done in this office.
The only problem
I can think of her having,
and mind you,
this is sheer imagination,
she did a little accountancy
work on the side,
or should I say on the outside?
[CHUCKLES]
But you knew about it.
Oh, yes, yes.
She'd asked permission.
She was privy to a lot
of very important information
belonging to us.
And she very decently promised
that none of it would
be shopped around.
Excellent auditing,
verifying, checking.
But I have no idea
who her other clients were.
Frankly, I didn't wish to know.
I think there was
only one client.
How would you know that?
Oh, I don't know.
I assume.
Where would she find the time?
[CHUCKLES]
Well, whatever she was
doing on the outside,
somebody killed three
people to stop her.
Frank.
Glad you're here.
You, uh... You don't know
Bradley Oats, do you?
Well, only by reputation.
Congratulations.
I'm sorry I had to
miss your swearing-in.
Oh, we're aware of the problem.
We've just been
talking to the press.
There's an afternoon
headline calling this...
"The Good Samaritan
Murders."
Three good, decent
citizens trying to help
killed in cold blood.
I wanna stay very close
to you on this one, Chief.
Well, Captain Larry
Jacobs is gonna be
in charge of the task force.
Oh, he's a good man.
Broke that Waldorf
jewelry robbery, didn't he?
-Couple of years ago?
-Yes, he did.
But, Frank, could you, uh, leave
your office for this one?
I mean, take a more
personal interest in it.
It'd help a lot if we say
the Chief of detectives
is personally supervising.
That parking pier is close to
a school, close to a hospital.
Makes it even more
horrible than it is.
We ought to try to look
good right from the start.
Certainly, sir.
I understand your concern.
Um...
Sir, may I take a moment to
discuss this misunderstanding
about Chief of Patrol Shannon?
What's it got to do with you,
Frank? He's not in your command.
He's a very old
and dear friend.
Retirement for Shannon
may be in order.
We haven't decided yet.
But don't expect us
to overlook the matter.
Associating with a known
criminal is intolerable.
I'd rather not discuss it
without the Chief of
Operations present.
Tied up in meetings all morning.
Who's in there with him now?
No. I mean on calls. He's
way behind on his calls.
He must be using psychic waves.
I don't see
a single line lit up.
Frank, I say what
I'm told to say.
I follow orders
without question.
Didn't you ever do that?
Sure, twice.
Both times I got shot.
You bear watching.
And you're shameless, Eileen.
He's not in there at all.
That Sicilian fakers up on
Park Avenue pampering himself.
Good morning, Vicki.
How's business?
We sold The Walt Kuene.
$60,000.
I thought you knew
I was saving up for that?
Mother is in her office,
and I'm called Victoria.
Frank, in person.
Come on up.
Well, this hasn't
happened in a while.
Oh, what do you mean?
We had lunch the day
before yesterday.
And I think,
the day before that.
No, no. I mean, you haven't
been here in a long time.
Well, I had to see someone
in the neighborhood
and I was early so...
Thanks.
I was early on purpose.
Lovely.
We having lunch?
Well, Lucy told me to tell
you that she thinks, uh...
I got to go off restaurant
lunches for a while.
Really? Why?
She thinks they...
They use too much salt.
Oh. Yeah, yeah.
She might be right.
But what I want to ask
you about was, uh,
dinner next week at my house?
You, me, my father-in-law,
maybe a couple of others.
We'll put the leaves back
in the table like long ago.
A birthday dinner.
Yeah.
I haven't had one, uh...
Not in a long time.
Since Consuela's death.
That's right.
That's right.
Her last party,
a bunch of her relatives
came up from Guadalajara,
including Pop, who hated
this town and never left,
and he's with me still.
[CHUCKLES]
Come, come.
Come on with me.
Come on.
I have something to show you.
And not to take, not for a
while, just to look at.
Now, this is all
Latin American work.
They're here for the show.
Right?
Most of it is recent.
And there are two Mexican
Studies by Paul Russica.
Here they are.
That one is for you.
And it is Guadalajara.
Happy birthday.
You're a swell girl.
There's no doubt about it.
VICTORIA: Mom...
Phone.
[SIGHS]
Be right back.
Hello.
This is Claire Willis.
Oh, Mrs. Amery.
Oh... That is...
That's wonderful.
I'm so pleased.
Yeah, it will help
the showing so much.
Thanks for calling.
Oh, and thank Schuyler
and tell him, I love him
and I hope to see
him at the show.
Right. Bye-bye.
[EXCLAIMS]
Who's this Schuyler you love?
Hmm.
So, make up
an owned-by card,
put it under the other Russica.
Schuyler Ross. He bought
that picture next to yours.
And he's agreed, as you have,
to leave it for the show.
Oh... That's it. You must have
mentioned that name before.
He's a very
distinguished gentleman,
and one of the gallery's
leading patrons.
In other words,
he's a good customer.
Well, I've got to go.
The dinner's on though,
isn't it?
You bet.
Uh... You can bring Victoria
if she'd care to come.
I'll ask her.
Maybe you'll get up the nerve
to ask her for my hand.
Come on.
I'm not afraid of her.
[GIGGLES]
Yeah, it's me.
One down and one to go.
I got the boyfriend's
address out of her.
He's down on a loft
below Houston Street.
Oh, yeah, about the money...
There's a change of plans.
No...
Not my apartment.
Yes, your apartment.
You're gonna count it out,
and I'm gonna watch you do it.
And then, you're gonna
hand it over in a briefcase.
I heard the radio.
I didn't know I was
buying a massacre.
[DOOR OPENS]
What are you doing here?
FRANK: That's what
I ought to ask you.
What's the matter? A police
surgeon not good enough
for your
four-star back?
You have no business in here.
It took me 35 years
to get my four stars.
And I'm willing to pay Park
Avenue prices to keep them.
Not that it's any
of your business.
It took Pat Shannon 30 years
to get his two stars.
Are you gonna take
them away from him?
Oh, that's it.
Pat Shannon...
I don't want to talk about him.
-How did you get in here?
-Come on, Lou.
Drop it. You're
aggravating my back.
Shannon has kept
Manhattan South clean.
I've seen him out there in 2:00
and 4:00 o'clock in the morning,
doing his own patrol.
He takes care of those streets.
Oh, sure. The way he took
care of 19th street?
That's a deliberate
misstatement.
That's a hell of a way for a
police chief to solve a problem,
ask help from a guy
like Johnny Farro.
We're not supposed to talk
to these guys. Know them...
Much less ask them for favors.
Don't make me laugh.
Because I can remember things
which you might remember...
Put them in a book, Pancho.
People eat them up.
I'm not interested.
Francis Lawrence Nolan.
Giovanni Amadeo Farro.
[SNIGGERS]
Long time.
Old St. Paul's.
I wasn't invited,
but in the crowd anyway.
I wouldn't miss it.
You and your bride
running out to the car...
All the neighborhood gang
yelling and waving.
And Pat Shannon and the
guys calling you "Pancho,"
because you just
married a Mexican girl.
What a beauty she was.
God rest her soul.
You remember me waving, Francis?
I remember, Johnny.
Yeah.
Ah, the old crowd.
There's nothing I wouldn't
do for any of them.
If they asked.
What did you do for Pat Shannon?
Just a phone call.
A guy named Demetrio, who owns
a joint over on 19th street.
I told him to keep police
officers out of his place.
Favor. Friend of mine.
Did you tell him the
favor was for Shannon?
He knew. He knew.
Who else could it be for?
All the cops
were Shannon's guys.
I need to know
what was said, John.
[EXHALES]
Demetrio said no, Francis.
To me, he said no.
Bad language.
Very bad.
He's not a paisan, you know.
He said he didn't care
what five grown-up cops did
on their off-duty time.
They'd come into his place
anytime they felt like it.
He had a point.
Yeah.
Well, we tried. Who would
figure he'd go fink
to the Police Commissioner?
Oh, I could.
The day after his joint
was burnt out...
That's not hard to figure, John.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, like I say,
he's not a paisan.
Not a gentleman.
Guys like that have bad luck.
Thanks for your time.
Anytime, Francis.
Anytime.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
I'm sorry now, Pat called.
I guess it was not
such a good idea.
It was a very dumb idea.
But what kills me is it may
have been my idea.
Nothing wrong with
Katherine Victoria Miller.
Nothing wrong with
her ex in Florida,
or anybody she worked with.
The computer never
heard of any of them.
Nothing here.
Oh! I've just been speaking
to some of the press.
I referred to Mrs. Miller
as the mystery woman
to kind of sell the idea
that this isn't going
to be solved in a hurry.
A wise idea, sir.
It may be a while.
Question is... Why does
someone want to kidnap
this very ordinary woman?
Where might I find Chief Nolan?
Uh, if his secretary
doesn't know...
He doesn't.
Then I wouldn't either, sir.
Am I talking to Captain Jacobs?
No, madam.
This is his office.
'Cause you ain't got
a face for a Jacobs.
That's true.
Tell us more about the roof.
What more can I tell you?
I certainly wasn't gonna
go back to my parking space
with all that going on.
I drove off that roof fast.
I'm glad you called.
I suppose I should
have called hours ago,
but you know you get scared.
Well, you've helped us a little
with the van, Mrs. Dietz.
Sir... Sir, Levy's
back from Brooklyn.
And Chief Shannon's on line one.
Yeah, okay.
So, a dent not too big
in the driver's door,
-and a cracked window.
-Yeah.
That is just as I said,
you know, it had like,
a tape running diagonal
like you might put there
if the window had a crack.
You didn't notice
the maker's name?
Like Chevy van, Econoline,
something like that?
Who pays attention to trucks?
And in a time like that?
Sir, Chief Shannon.
Yeah.
Hello, Pat.
Hang on, please.
Uh, Mrs. Dietz,
thank you very much.
Oh, don't mention it.
I just hope I'm not gonna
be bothered over this.
Certainly not by us,
Mrs. Dietz.
What about by him?
The killer?
He's shooting the whole world.
We'll keep the world
away from you, Mrs. Dietz.
Pat, listen. I don't
want you to say anything,
or do anything until I...
No, no, no.
A whole other thing.
I've got a shooting
at an old people's shelter.
Down near Grand Central Station.
I'm in front of it now.
It's that place
your sister used to work.
Oh, mother of God.
What is it?
Nobody knows.
It's no robbery. Just one old
man, one old woman, shot.
We called in
the Crime Scene Unit.
Okay, Pat.
Talk to you later.
Commander Barrow!
-Yes, sir.
-Yeah.
Take a unit over to this
address right away.
Shelter shooting?
Yes, sir.
We just got it.
I'm on my way.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Yeah?
Uh... I won't be able to
make it home for dinner.
No, I don't... I might be able
to look in, just to say hello.
How is everything?
He took a walk
for about an hour.
I was worried
but he got back okay.
Watching television now.
Yeah. Okay.
Okay, bye.
The boss of the parking
facility is Samuel Selig.
He'll be in the street
level office till 6:30.
All right.
Are you here for the Deputy PC?
No. Tell him I vanished
into the Bronx.
-Somewhere in the Bronx.
-What have you got?
From the super of the building
I hear she has a male friend,
middle-aged,
partly bald, that's it.
She got deliveries from
a drug store in Montague
which put me on
to a doctor in Remsen,
who prescribed antibiotics after
he took out her gall bladder.
And from him and Dr. Nash,
I got blood type and
general health info.
She was fairly healthy.
Is she from New York?
Larry, was this woman from
New York? Does anybody know?
She's not.
She's from Massachusetts
where she went to college,
according to her office.
Well, who knows her, aside
from people who work with her?
Get on to that Dr. Nash,
and ask him who it was
who referred her to him.
And I've got this thing over
here at Grand Central Station.
They're shooting old people.
Nuns.
This is gonna make
the Commissioner's day.
The van. Got a dent, possible
cracked window, left front.
Great. Still green,
we're gaining on it.
Whatever that doctor tells you,
I want to know right away.
-Sergeant.
-Uh... Yes, ma'am.
They told me
Chief Shannon was here.
He just left. May I
help you, Sister?
FRANK: Mary Elizabeth!
Francis.
What are you doing here?
I thought you were way the
hell in... Where is it?
Indonesia.
I was chased out
for being a Marxist.
You were chased?
What did you do now?
I kept asking the Government
for medicine and food.
They insisted on giving
Marx all the credit.
So I'm back here in our little
old Hilton for the homeless.
Why didn't you call me up?
-I just got back.
-Move on.
Now, listen...
What happened here
today happened before.
I mean, before I left
for the mysterious East.
Three or four months ago?
Almost five months ago.
Let's go up.
A young fellow came
sprinting through
the downstairs sitting room,
he had a gun and he shot
an old woman in the side.
"He shot her?" What do you mean?
He killed her?
No, she lived,
but she's still in Bellevue.
I never heard about any of this.
What the hell is going on?
FRANK:
What's the matter with you?
Why didn't you tell me
about this thing
the first time it happened?
Don't give me that big brother
peremptory tone of voice.
You were in Tempe
visiting Angela.
Detectives came around, seem to
be doing all that could be done.
Theresa, where's Mikaela?
In the kitchen, Sister.
I'll get her.
Then I left the country.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm sorry I'm a clod.
I didn't even take the time
to say a decent "hello."
We always were an odd bunch.
-Were we?
-Very.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Here's Mikaela, she got a
good look at the fellow.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Okay, okay, okay.
Senorita,okay.
[BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH]
No, 30, no.
Less. 25.
Uh... He had a jeans
and an army coat.
I never saw the gun.
I saw him run through,
just a look.
I heard this woman screaming.
I hear Mr. Delamos
screaming.
He shot her in the leg.
Here, here...
And he shot him
in the neck. Here!
This fellow's a lulu. What has
he got against this place?
What has he got
against old people?
Well, who've we got that knows
about people like this?
Captain Shore's
got the inside in all that.
Huh?
A little book of memories spoken
by you, recorded forever by me.
It says right here...
"Captain Mike Shore knows
everything about birdie brains."
Oh. Well, then
that's the man I want.
Who's the boss here,
Captain Grant?
And Lieutenant Mulcahey.
I want Captain Harry Grant,
Lieutenant James Mulcahey
to take themselves
off duty tomorrow.
Wait for me at my office
beginning at 9:00 a.m.
Do you know these guys?
We all say, "Hello." We play
softball in the park on Sundays.
Mulcahey's on
the Captain's list.
And that's not
the only list he's on.
Now make the call.
ROSA: Yes, sir.
Ladies, you wanna come with me.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
With all the room
I've got up in my house,
do you have to sleep
in this mansion?
Phone call, Chief.
-Detective Levy.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Now, wait... Wait a minute.
Let me get this down.
Uh, who're you giving me?
This is the name of the patient
that referred Mrs. Miller
to that doctor?
All right.
All right, yeah, I've got it.
Ah, at times I wonder
what the hell I'm doing.
I'm not seeing life,
I'm just everything that
ruins life and ends life.
Maybe I ought to take Pop,
move to Arizona.
Will you take us all
with you to Arizona?
You take me downtown.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
You off?
Yep. You?
Yep.
-You came to see me?
-Yep.
So what's going on?
I go back to tech assistance
here for a few days.
Hey, you ought to try
and transfer over there.
You're good at
electronics and stuff.
How about a transfer
out of the whole deal?
What "whole deal"?
Like, out of the force.
Well, if that's
what you want, out.
I never wanted in.
It was my father and my uncle
and their old pal Pancho Nolan.
Jeez.
Talk about police brass.
If the force ever had
a godfather, it's him.
He puts his hand on your
shoulder and that's it,
your life ain't
your own no more.
Look at this college thing.
He made me go.
He said it was what
my family wanted,
for me to be an inspector
like my father,
and more! Chief!
He'd back you in anything
if it was good.
I want to buy a bar up on
Pleasant Avenue.
What's wrong with that, huh?
He said, "No way."
He even said
he'd shut down the joint.
I'm not hearing the
whole story, I'm sure.
You know what he said to Bobby
Kelly from that 119th, Queens?
He ran into him on a date one
night at the Garden fights.
He called him aside, he goes,
"Don't go out with that
married broad no more."
He never said "broad."
What difference does it
make what he said?
Does that make sense
in this day and age?
He told you and me,
we ought to go out together.
That made sense.
What about Bobby Kelly?
Stop fighting on my stoop!
Hey, lady, give us
two minutes, huh?
No.
I'm gonna call the cops.
No record
of follow-ups.
No investigation at all.
It could have been but nothing
was punched in uptown.
All we have is
Lieutenant Mulcahey responding
to a complaint last December.
That's it.
He's got an excellent record.
Harry Grant, too.
What happened?
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Chief Nolan.
Yeah, right here.
Captain Jacobs.
Yes, Larry.
Yeah, wait.
Wait a minute.
She...
She worked where?
Oh, he doesn't know.
Interesting man,
this Schuyler Ross.
Listen go home
and get some rest.
Be fresh tomorrow.
Yeah. Me, too.
Straight home.
Love to Essie.
Good night.
Barry, go home.
Type up those notes
in the morning.
Yes, sir.
Hilda, go home.
Yes, sir.
Jimmy, we've got things to do.
Hi.
Hi, Laurie.
It's Chief Nolan,
Mr. Selig.
Hey, I wanna thank you
for waiting for us.
Just to save time,
would you get out
your employee file on the guard
who was on duty this morning.
His name is Whitman?
Yeah.
Right. Well,
we're on our way now.
Yeah, bye.
[SIGHS]
Whitman.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Didn't I write that name
down somewhere before?
Yeah, Whitman.
Whitman's the name of the friend
who referred Katherine Miller
to that doctor in Brooklyn.
Well, I suppose there
are lots of Whitmans.
This Whitman is
George W., for Walter,
been working here
exactly three months.
Oh, well, I've got
just George here.
Anyway, he must have
been familiar
with all kinds
of vehicles
but he says he can't
identify that van.
He's just scared to death.
How'd you hire him?
Agency, or what?
I don't recall, really.
Now, Mr. Selig,
there's a George Whitman,
he's from Brooklyn,
he's sandy-haired,
light complexion.
Like your Whitman.
A friend of Mrs. Miller's.
-Could he be your Whitman?
-Could happen.
I was wondering was whether
Mrs. Miller might have
recommended him for this job.
Maybe we ought to
talk to my assistant,
you know, in the morning.
He does some hiring.
I also have a note here
that Mrs. Miller
besides working for
that Ross company
did some accountancy on her own.
Would you, by chance,
have been a customer?
Are you gonna start
investigating me?
Did you hire two men
to abduct her?
What?
What a thing to say.
That's terrible. That...
What do I look like,
a hoodlum here?
I run a business.
Sit down, Mr. Selig.
No references.
Just a name and an address.
Which I note here
is no longer Brooklyn.
Will you make a note
of that, Jimmy?
Why no references?
I just hired the man, as you
say, as a favor to Mrs. Miller.
Oh, as a favor
to Mrs. Miller.
Why?
She do some favors for you?
No, no, no.
Nothing like that.
She'd just helped
with some paperwork.
Strictly business.
Her friend George needed
any kind of a job.
He's an accountant himself.
But I gather, he had
some kind of a legal problem.
I don't know what.
Okay.
Chief!
I had nothing to do
with what happened here.
Oh, I wouldn't think so.
I'll stop by again,
Mr. Selig.
HILDA: George Walter Whitman,
aka Walter Whitteman.
DOB 2/7/29.
Boston School
of Business, B.A.
Convicted fraud,
Providence, 1970.
Indicted fraud, extortion,
Brooklyn, New York, 1979.
Extortion.
Acquitted.
Indicted, extortion,
Brooklyn, New York, 1980.
Two extortions.
Present address 640 Joralemon,
Brooklyn, New York.
Uh, here's something
for that machine of yours.
Mr. Whitman is
no longer in Brooklyn.
Now our new address, this side
of the river, 422 Crosby Street.
[CLATTERING]
[GLASS BREAKING]
JIMMY:
Look at these guys.
That van has a taped window
and a dent in the front.
Try and cut it off.
My error, Jimmy.
Get on that radio.
Car four to Central.
Car four to Central.
Just hit by a van
wanted in homicide.
Location Crosby Street.
South of Houston Street.
Oh...
Let's see who he's got here.
Katherine Miller, of course.
And let's see who else he's got.
That's overkill.
This is Schuyler Ross's
office number.
Okay.
Well, Ross's home address
and telephone number.
I haven't got that myself.
Let's try it out.
Just for fun.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
6241.
Well, Mr. Ross is
actually on his way out.
Who?
Uh...
One moment, please.
A Mr. George Whitman, sir.
Say that I've just...
No.
Who is this?
This is George Whitman,
Mr. Ross.
I said, who is this?
This is George.
I got your telephone number
from Katherine Miller.
I'm a little worried
about her. I...
I hope she turns up okay.
Katherine and I were working
on something together.
[LINE DISCONNECTS]
He's not taking calls
right now, Captain.
So hold on. I'll go in.
I'll ask.
Captain Mike Shore,
you want to take the call?
Uh, no, just ask him
if he'll meet me
at the tavern
in the park at 1:00.
Well, this Whitman knew Millers
in Fairfield, Connecticut.
It's crossed out.
There's a note.
Deceased 10/79 or 10/81.
Her parents?
He knew Miller anyway...
Five years.
Oh, way more.
Here's a scratch out.
Kathy. Campus, lower
McFadden Hall, 2102.
And the phone there,
was an exchange, L-O.
That's before they went to
numbers. This goes back.
There's a bill here
from that Dr. Nash.
Oh, let me see this.
Oh, yeah,
$1,200 past due.1984.
Well, he needed money.
Well, the story might be...
They're friends
from business college.
They meet later.
She's married, but so what?
Romance.
She tells him some
interesting things
about Schuyler Ross'
operation.
He talks her into doing
his old thing. Extortion.
-And Ross kills both of them.
-Sir...
Lucy called from home.
Your father-in-law went
out for lunch by himself,
and she's a little worried.
It's been two hours.
She called the Argentine
place and the Cuban place.
Well, he also likes
that Thai place.
Tell her not to worry.
He'll be okay.
Did you check on that
male companion nurse?
There's a memo on your
desk, sir. All okay.
Oh, Detective Levy,
line two for you.
Captain Grant and
Lieutenant Mulcahey.
Oh, yeah, right.
Uh, Jimmy, will you give me
five minutes with these guys?
Yes, sir.
"Regarding an irrational
shooting incident."
Who wrote that?
I put that in, sir.
In assembling the notes.
Well, all right.
Let's call it that.
Bring them in.
Sit down.
This irrational
shooting incident
at the Holy Saints shelter...
It was reported
by Patrolman Gary Brown
and Lieutenant Mulcahey.
He sent detectives
Swann and Demarco.
-That's correct, sir.
-Yeah.
And their paperwork on the case.
Who saw it?
I don't know, sir.
The reports on file.
You never saw it?
Never reached my desk, Chief.
Or your ears either I take it.
Don't you recall any of your
men ever mentioning it?
I really don't.
The two detectives
were put on other cases.
Who was put on this one?
Sir, it was a very busy week.
I was trying to clean up
some things
before I started my vacation.
What things?
Sir, if you'd like me to
I'll dig 'em up, I will.
-You can't help him?
-Sorry, sir.
Didn't you think I was gonna
ask any of these questions?
Ballistics told me this morning
that the man used
a .22 caliber revolver.
He didn't kill anybody.
I suppose you could call it
aggravated assault
dangerous weapon,
which is something that goes on
all over this city all the time.
All right, all right.
Let's cut this short, gentlemen.
A nut started shooting at
people nearly five months ago.
Up to yesterday he seriously
wounded four people.
Yesterday, the department
started to investigate.
That's inexcusable.
I'm flopping you both
back to uniform.
That's all.
That van lost them, Chief.
Maybe it got over the
Williamsburg bridge
at the Manhattan.
Maybe it got stashed
around Soho for tonight.
They can't figure it.
Deputy commissioner Oats,
is on the phone.
I told him you
stepped down the hall.
Tell him I left the building.
Unless he's snooping
around the building, is he?
He's not, sir. He's lunching
with someone at 21.
Oh...
That wouldn't be
my father-in-law, would it?
They're all different, Chief.
How different?
See, I had a fellow in his 20s.
He liked to frighten old people.
Now, he wouldn't touch them.
He'd just yell and holler
until they'd beg him to stop.
Now, he may graduate
to be a shooter.
In the meanwhile
and in between time,
that rascal has pleaded
guilty on a simple assault,
and he's free on probation.
Chief, I had a young woman
that liked to beat old men
over the head
with her pocketbook.
Yeah, but, Mike, what do
these birdie-brains want?
Oh... They want
to do damage.
Not sure they want to kill.
They kill without intention.
It's like your guy, Chief.
He uses a little .22.
Now, why doesn't
he use something bigger?
I'm telling you...
Two of my babies were armed
with much deadlier weapons
than they used.
And when they
were being arrested,
they did try to use them.
I am putting you in charge
of this task force.
I want you to tell the boys
all you know
about the way
these nuts operate.
And you stay close to me.
'Cause this is a bad case.
Very bad for the department.
PAT: Mike?
Long time, Mike.
How've you been?
Fine, Chief.
You look well.
This is how
the ladies describe him
and how our artists see him.
You have a crazy person
up in Grand Central?
I don't know.
I've been thinking
about you, Norman.
And I've been
thinking about you.
You see, how I have
one of these folders
sticking out a little bit?
Just in case you should come by.
[CHUCKLING]
So, uh, what have you
been thinking about me?
I was telling a friend something
you told me 26 years ago.
Everything happens again.
Ah, merely a paraphrase
from Shakespeare.
"Life is, um...
"a twice-told tale."
Oh, I, uh, I
mentioned Grand Central Station
because of incidents that, uh,
have occurred in the vicinity
of stations in Ohio,
Pennsylvania.
People being shot and wounded.
Nobody knows by whom.
Old people?
Only old people.
Four of them.
There, see for yourself.
What are these words?
Geraphobia, geracide,
geriaphobe.
They're new words.
Neologisms of mine.
They're for, uh,
hatred of the old.
I showed them to an FBI
acquaintance of mine.
But, uh, when he couldn't
find them in the dictionary,
he, um...
He lost interest in them.
[CHUCKLING]
Norman, would you photocopy
this stuff for me?
With joyful anticipation.
Looks like our guy has
found himself a nest somewhere,
for the moment.
Yeah, we got a patrol going
through every building
where somebody can hole up.
Good. Take a minute and look
at those clippings, will ya?
Where are your gloves?
I don't need them.
I don't like them
to tell you the truth.
Okay.
I see Rosa's not with you.
That's right.
She's working on TV monitoring
equipment tonight.
Learning. Moving ahead.
Know what I mean?
She likes what she's doing.
Not everybody does.
Know what I mean? Sir.
Do I tell you what
to do with your life?
Not lately.
If you want to quit, quit.
But quit for something better.
Quit because you're ambitious.
Not I hope just
to show me who's boss.
Now that's stupid.
I said I'll call...
[SIGHS]
The minute...
I said you'll be
the first to know.
Now say something nice.
What am I?
Just another news source?
Like the headwaiter
at the St. Regis?
No, I'm just wondering
if you like me for myself
or for the horrible work I do.
Larry. Call from Queegs,
line three.
All right. I'll talk to
you later. I got to go.
No, I do think you're spoiled
but very lovable. Bye.
Captain Jacobs here.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Don, get on this with me.
Now listen. No, no.
Don't try to pick the guy up.
Let him lead you to where
they've got the woman.
Wait a minute.
We don't know she's dead.
I want to see the place
before we go in.
I don't want to set up
a hostage situation.
Just tail him.
That's all.
We're on our way out there now.
See you.
What was that?
LARRY: The van.
Out near Rockaway.
Here's a telephone number
where I can be reached.
Now, don't let anybody
kill those bums.
They may be the ones
who can make our case
against Schuyler Ross.
What your guess
on Katherine Miller?
Oh, I think she's dead.
I think they killed her
the minute she told them
where Whitman was.
What did you
find out from the D.A.?
Never heard of Katherine Miller
or Schuyler Ross.
If you're looking
for your main interest,
he's over on 42nd street,
figuring out ways to burn me up.
Don't be like that.
You know he feels about you
as if you were his father.
Well, I'm not his father.
And you tell him if he wants to
keep on fighting his father,
he'll have to go out
and fight in the cemetery.
I'm just a man in a profession.
I'll do the best I can
to bring others professionals
up the grades.
For the profession.
It's part of the job.
You have a way of making it
seem like a personal thing.
Wrong. I keep personal
and professional matters
strictly separate.
And you repeat that wherever you
think it'll do the most good.
What's the matter
with your mouth?
What?
Wind chap. I told you what
to buy for wind chap.
[TELEPHONE BUZZING] You wanna
look like a prize fighter? Here.
Yeah.
You're sorry, darling,
for being so pushy?
Well, I'm sorry, darling.
You've got the wrong darling.
I suppose you wouldn't
know what that call
for Jacobs is all
about?
I didn't hear anything.
Captain Shore is waiting
downtown, Chief.
Okay.
And like you, anything
personal I happen to hear,
I don't mix up
with professional.
Let's go.
Those clippings from your
friend got me thinking.
Maybe this guy works or
worked for the railroads.
I got about six
who'd fit the profile.
Age, height, weight,
general appearance.
But there's two
that I really like.
Are they railroad guys?
Yes, sir.
Pennsy and Long Island.
Quit or fired
in the last five years.
Wilmer, James H.
Date of birth, Hartford,
Connecticut, 1955.
U.S. Army, Infantry,
1973-1975.
He knows guns.
Yeah. Wait a minute.
-Would an army guy use a .22?
-It's as I told you.
Our guy would use a smaller
weapon on his victims,
but he could use anything up
to a mortar to defend himself.
Kill that one.
Show us Mr. Boone.
Boone, Arnold. Date of
birth, Chicago, 1956.
U.S. Marine Corps,
1975-1981.
Two hitches in the Marines.
Railroad track worker,
1981, Kansas City.
Fired, assault on supervisor.
Forged honorable
discharge from Marine Corps.
Inquiry disclosed,
discharge was dishonorable.
Well, I like Boone.
I'll call you later.
Dashing to a cocktail party.
You really ought to arrange for
me to buy that other Russica.
It was naughty of you not to
tell me that there was a pair.
Do you know what
you're doing Schuyler?
You're confessing
to a terrible thing.
Somebody confessing something?
Yes, he is. Frank Nolan,
this is Schuyler Ross.
-How do you do?
-How do you do?
And he is confessing to a
complete lack of sentiment.
But, my dear, I'm the most
sentimental man in the world.
He covets my gift to you,
even though he knows
what it's all about.
You can't have it, Schuyler.
Anyway, I want you to buy
that Impiglia over there.
-Mmm...
-A big, expensive one.
Hi, Marge.
Excuse me.
I want to show you why
I was so interested
-in the one you've got.
-Oh.
-I'll be right with you.
-Jimmy...
Stand by that phone up there.
We may get a call
from the beach.
Excuse me.
Come in, Don. I want to
know where are you now?
We're just out of sight,
about 150 yards away.
No, no lights, no nothing.
Don't worry.
We won't blow it.
Just remember.
Watch out for yourself.
One guy went in with a van.
But the other guy
could be in there, too.
The one with the orange roof.
Well, I spent over a month of
my life in that very villa
with a dear friend of mine,
now departed.
Oh, well, then I can understand.
Claire's told me about
your personal interest
in Guadalajara.
Well, my painting
is Guadalajara, too.
Would you consider a trade?
I wouldn't feel right about it,
Mr. Ross. I don't know why.
Then I'll say no more about it.
Did you meet your late wife
on a visit down there?
No. Here, at the UN.
Her father was a member
of the Mexican Mission,
and she worked for him.
And I was sort of in and out
of there for a while.
Schuyler.
Marge Mills says her husband
will be here later.
Here's a chance to meet him.
Well, he better make it in
the next 20 minutes or so...
I've got a very important
appointment at my place
at 8:00 o'clock and
I can't be late.
Oh, there's Niles Carr.
Excuse me, Mr. Nolan.
Niles!
Were you being unfriendly?
No. I'm never unfriendly.
I was just...
Reasonably negative.
[SNIGGERS]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Stand still and be quiet.
Put the bucket down.
Slowly.
Hands over your head.
Slowly turn around.
[MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: Grab that rope...
-All right, pull it up quickly.
-Here she goes.
Okay.
MAN 2: Ooh... This baby's
been in there a while.
[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1: Let's get over here.
What's Katherine Miller
supposed to look like?
Wet. Yeah.
Emergency guys thinks
she's two days wet.
That would be
Katherine, all right.
You got off a couple of rounds.
At what?
Just a couple of rats
out there in the weeds.
Slugs that killed the people
on the roof
came from a 9 millimeter.
That would
be your pal's, I guess.
Or maybe you killed
Katherine Miller with this one?
Where's the body?
Look I told you, I don't
know any Katherine Miller.
Let's get back
to your social calendar.
The 12th. Wally's
auto body, Hempstead.
"Come at 9:00."
What for, Mr. Brice?
The van you painted here
day before yesterday, 16th.
What did you go
to Wally for on the 12th?
Stolen plates?
'Cause they were registered
to a party in Hempstead.
Well, we'll look up Wally.
What's this?
18th.
And today?
"P1-7E66-8."
Did you write this?
Maybe this isn't
your book at all.
Maybe it's your friend's.
What's his name?
Stack.
Mr. Philip O' Stack.
What's Mr. Brice's
first name again?
Mr. Brice's
first name is Leland.
You don't mind if use
this line, do you, Leland?
As much as it
isn't yours anyway?
It's true of course
what you say.
Very different people
can be happy together.
My mother was teaching Art
when she married my father
who was making buttons and
zippers. [PHONE RINGING]
But they had
interests in common.
That's the main thing.
Well, you make
a pretty good case.
Phone, Chief.
Excuse me.
We're in.
We've got one.
Leland Brice.
Well known to the computer.
Everything from assault
to robbery to murder two.
In and out of the joint.
Attica six months ago.
We're going over
everything here,
waiting for the other guy
to show up.
Stack. Also big in the computer.
-There's more.
-What?
I found something
in his diary.
-Was that for today?
-Yeah, the 18th.
P1-7E668.
It's not a phone number.
It could be a serial number,
or a license
number maybe.
Well, I'd...
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Hang on.
I've got something...
Down here.
P1-7E668.
Now wait a minute.
P1...
What about Penthouse 1,
7 East 66th,
at 8:00 p.m.?
Huh?
Would you buy that if
I told that Schuyler Ross...
is on his way out of
here this minute
to keep an appointment
at 8:00?
Leland, you've always
been a bad boy, but this...
This is very bad.
How did you and Stack come
to meet Mr. Schuyler Ross
of East 66th Street?
Well, how did the
people describe him?
The way he looks
in the drawing, Chief.
We got the main area covered.
We're gonna start
working the tunnels.
Has Chief Shannon been around?
Oh, sure, he's been
here twice today,
checking on his patrols.
He's back here right now
in street clothes.
Okay, fine.
There's a guy in a cab.
Okay, Mike.
I got to go now.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
Where do you take a break?
Uh, the staff has a
room down the stairs.
Well, go take a break.
Now.
No, Chief's not here.
Oh, well, um...
Just ask him to call me
when he comes in, all right?
Anytime. Just...
Either here or at my apartment.
Fine.
He just flew out of here
without a word,
so I was just wondering if...
Well, I don't know
what I was wondering.
Leave the bag on the floor.
Back out slowly.
Put your hands on the
roof of the cab.
And don't do anything but that.
Tom...
If that call from the coast
doesn't come in by 10:00,
you're free to leave.
Well, well.
Was this $25,000
for Mrs. Miller
or Mr. Whitman or both?
A policeman.
The suspicion crossed
my mind when we met.
Would you believe that?
My guess is Whitman.
And my guess is
you're a confused man.
But I just arrested Stack,
so who and how much
were you going to pay
to knock off the third party?
Mr. Nolan, are you here
to arrest me for something?
If you are, then I have to
cancel my date for the theater.
If you are not, you'll have
to excuse me, while I dress.
Because you know, I'm sure,
another man was working
with Miller and Whitman,
and that man's in bad shape.
He's scared to death
of you, Mr. Ross.
On the other hand
he's scared of me, too.
I've explained to him,
of course,
that if he cooperates with me,
he won't have to worry
about either one of us.
And he's thinking that over.
Do detectives have to undergo
regular psychological
testing, Mr. Nolan?
Well, if we make
a couple of bad mistakes,
inquiries are
certainly made, yes.
And that's why to answer
your earlier question,
I'm not going to
arrest you tonight.
First I have to find out
exactly what you were doing,
what these people
had against you,
and why you had them killed.
And then I can make a case.
I'm sorry to detain you,
but I think you still have
plenty of time for the theater.
So now we have
Katherine Miller's body.
And the sledgehammer
in the van killed Whitman.
And blood doesn't lie.
And if it wasn't you guys
running out of Whitman's place,
who was it?
Abbott and Costello?
We're trying to be
straight with you, Brice.
Didn't I read you your rights?
Didn't I tell you
to call your lawyer?
You ain't even got a lawyer.
Chief, medical examiner's here.
I'll bet you Schuyler Ross
has got a lawyer.
Sure. Those guys
get the best.
The woman we got in the morgue
is not Katherine Miller, Chief.
Wait a minute.
You mean, the woman
in the canal last night?
The woman they pulled out,
she died about the same time,
and she's got
no bodily injuries.
And the blood we found in the
van is a different type anyhow.
Her age?
Way under 40.
And she never had a
gall bladder operation
or any other operation.
And pregnant,
in the second trimester.
Could be a suicide.
Herb, I need a vacation.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, hey, I'm going to
St. Croix in two weeks.
Break away.
Come with me.
Great place for a change, Chief.
Every man needs a change.
Let me think about it, Herb.
I'll think about it.
Woman in the canal
wasn't Mrs. Miller.
No kidding, who was she?
Time will tell.
It's another case.
And when we said,
we have Miller's body,
our friend in there
said nothing.
I think I'll go back
and punch his face.
Don't touch him.
Don't touch him.
We got to break him, Chief.
We can't offer him no deals,
and they know it.
Easy, easy, easy.
Keep everything kosher.
You want to give him pain?
Walk away from him.
Let him think.
You're keeping in very close
touch with the media.
Anything wrong with that?
I can't come into your home,
and see Essie and the kids,
and play some game...
Make believe you're
still the same guy.
Nothing wrong that I know of.
Afternoon, Chief Shannon.
Mrs. Mackleton.
[SIGHS]
Well, Frank.
I'm here.
You wanted to see me?
You never told me that this guy,
Demitrio refused to cooperate.
[SIGHS] Well...
Because it turned out so bad,
Johnny went nuts.
It looked to the commission
like Demitrio said no,
so you and Johnny burnt him out.
That's ridiculous.
Johnny went nuts, not me.
I know.
This guy...
Selling cocaine,
girls, green cards,
stolen cars, regular...
Supermarket.
And he has the chutzpah to
run down to the commission,
and they make
a panic case against me.
I don't blame the PC
as much as I do Maldonato.
He knows how things really are.
But what worries him,
is how things look.
Oh, he's in step
with the world, my friend.
Now, this is what
I've got to do.
Roll over.
You won't get your
third star this year.
I won't keep the two
I've got already. I'm out.
They called me in this morning,
and they want my papers,
end of the week.
[MUSIC PLAYING
OVER BOOM BOX]
[GUNSHOT]
[SCREAMING]
You mentioned me to Ross?
I got a big reaction.
Ross doesn't even know me.
Well, he got
the impression somehow
that you might know
a lot about him.
Couldn't you lock him up?
No, I didn't have a real case.
No, I wouldn't be
afraid of Ross himself,
but he does pay people
to do things
that he would never do himself.
You know what I think?
That you ought to do
is take a vacation.
A month.
Somebody said
St. Croix was nice.
I don't know all the details.
Ross set up a company
called Mexol.
Petroleum and sulphur
products in Mexico.
Funneled clients' money into it,
but it didn't really exist.
Katherine caught on.
She offered to cut me in on
what she got out of Ross
if I gave her money
to help Whitman.
And all you could do
was give Whitman a job.
-Yes.
-For the same cut.
Listen.
Nothing ever came of it.
Five killings.
I mean, all I did come right
down to it was give a guy a job.
Can't we possibly
look at it that way?
Possibly we can.
I want to tell you, what we can
do for each other, Mr. Selig.
I don't want to hear about
what went on in days gone by.
How we winked an eye
at what people did.
I said people winked
an eye at what we did.
Did you make a practice of
consorting with known criminals?
We knew a few, we still do.
Uh, Commissioner,
the use of informants
with criminal background was
and is a common practice,
but here, we have a
two-star Borough Chief...
Thirty years in the department.
Who was not
seeking information.
He requested a recognized crime
boss to act in his behalf,
because he said Demitrio's
dump might have been raided,
police officers might have
been caught in the raid,
Shannon might
be called to account.
I think he was right.
But faced with the same problem,
police officers frequenting
a place like Demitrio's,
other chiefs wouldn't have
chosen Shannon's solution.
And what happened to Demitrio?
Besides getting
burnt out, nothing.
He was never convicted of any of
the activities ascribed to him.
The law was obliged.
I'm not talking
about the department,
the law was obliged to consider
him an ordinary businessman.
Sure, like Johnny Farro,
who never spent a day
in jail in his life.
I think we're wasting our time.
So do I.
Gentlemen, Chief Shannon
came to me, he said,
"I can't control these men,
"but I must control them.
"I've got to get help."
I approved.
I'm not his boss,
but I am the senior officer.
The blame is mine.
You surely didn't tell
him to do what he did.
Not quite. He said he
was going to see Farro,
you said, "Good idea?"
Is that it?
Not exactly. I said,
"Maybe it's a good idea."
Commissioner, I've been
doing this job a long time.
Mostly by the rules
of the department.
Now and then, by my own rules.
It's all up for judgment.
The bad choices
along with the good.
I stand by it all.
If the department
can't take it as it is,
then I can't take it.
I'll leave it.
I could have stopped Shannon.
I didn't.
You don't want his
papers, you want mine.
What are you giving us?
An either or?
We keep Shannon or you step out?
That's it.
I don't think honor
requires that, Chief,
or friendship, either.
When do you want my papers, Sir?
I'll leave that to
the Chief of Operations.
I'll leave it to you.
You'll have my papers
the day Shannon hands in his.
[SIREN BLARING]
-Any word?
-He killed the old man.
Chief, the old fellow at
your sister's, on the edge.
We got a fix on our guy, Chief.
He's not in the main station.
We've swept it.
All the track areas are covered.
The gates, the public
and employee doors
on Lexington and
Vanderbilt are covered.
He's down on the tracks.
He's in these tunnels.
But what about exits
leading from those tunnels?
We got three possibles.
Two up on park, and the
elevator at the Post Office
coming up from the tunnel.
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
Captain Jacobs
on the phone, Chief.
Yeah.
Selig from the parking
pier just arrived.
You coming back here?
No. Just make him
comfortable there.
Explain to him how we're
going to set this thing up.
Tell him we're going to have
him covered at all times.
Tell him, he'll be in no danger.
Call me back
if there's any problem.
Need anything, Chief?
Yeah. Give me
a flashlight.
Post three, come in.
Reynolds, come in.
This is Captain Shore.
Reynolds or Williams,
post three.
Come in, post three.
Post three?
What's the matter?
Where are they?
They're at the Post Office.
Oh, no. I goofed.
I sent Reynolds and Williams
over to 41st street exit.
FRANK:
Tony, grab that car.
Get yourself organized.
I checked that post myself
Where the hell is it?
It's at the west end of the
post-dispatch dock.
All right.
Get in the car.
Rosa, stand by that phone.
We may get a call from Jacobs.
Yes, sir.
[SIREN BLARING]
I want to find those tunnels
that lead off the tracks.
This way.
All right,
you come show me.
MAN: Here it is.
Turn your hat around.
Take your shield off.
That's no .22.
Hold that light
away from your body.
Tony, get on the radio
to Captain Shore.
Tell him we've got him here.
See if he knows
some way around behind.
Tony!
Captain Shore's on his way over.
I sent our emergency guys.
We got one man down.
One of the two that
were with the Chief.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIREN WAILING]
Where's Tony?
Rosa.
I don't know what to say.
What is it?
A grave?
PAT: Lime pit.
Calcium oxide.
Found some 50-pound bags
of it in the wood chest.
These guys had
a going business here.
Then we found this and
started looking for holes.
The bags were there
with the remains.
How much is left of her?
Her? We couldn't tell
it was a "her" in here.
Do you mean Katherine Miller?
She's over here.
Want to take a look?
Nah.
SELIG: Thanks for coming,
Mr. Ross.
My apartment would have
been more comfortable.
I feel more secure here.
What did you think
I might do to you?
Can we talk business?
[SIGHS]
Talk.
The police are
trying to scare me
about the murders
upstairs and wherever.
I'll risk that
if it's worth the risk.
SCHUYLER: What are the
police talking about?
SELIG: George and Katherine
had all your lists.
Confidential addresses
and so on.
They'll try to find
whoever put you in touch
with the killers.
That'll give them
a lead to you.
What good are you to me?
It'll be hard
to pin a murder on you
unless you had
strong reasons to do it.
I can tell them about
those "strong reasons."
What do you want?
What Katherine and George
wanted, plus my cut.
You're asking for
a million-and-a-half dollars.
And at this point in time,
I don't think it's excessive.
What about a quarter
share of Mexol?
What would it be worth?
$250,000 now...
Against 250,000 annually.
We've got what we need.
Leave the tape running.
Finished?
They're setting the
next meeting.
Tell Levy to join me.
Levy, Captain Jacobs wants
you to join him. Levy?
LEVY: I'm on my way.
Put your hands over your head.
Move slowly forward.
Frank.
Oh, Claire.
Claire, thanks.
Thanks for coming.
Frank.
Hi, Claire.
I want to say,
I thought about the other day.
It's a problem.
There's a cure.
I'm working on it.
PRIEST: Family and friends
will of course remember
in very personal ways
the special glance,
the manner of saying things,
the moments of
seriousness and fun.
But the world remembers a man
by what he has done
and considers
whether it was worthy.
Did it help?
Did we benefit?
Are we less well off
now without it?
Shall we remember?
It is a fortunate man
whose line of work in itself
answers yes to those questions.
This young man's
chosen profession
proclaimed a personal merit.
He was drawn to the
service of his community.
He went with enthusiasm,
with love, with devotion,
wholly of his own choice,
even to the sacrifice
of his very being.
He has assured himself a glory,
which we here cannot imagine,
but which we will see
one day, God willing,
for our Lord has said to us,
"I am the resurrection
and the life."
-A word, please.
-Certainly.
Oh, yes.
This might not
be the right place
but it's police business
and it's urgent.
Nobody around here
is going to object.
I want to know, what you'd
consider as a good deal?
-Deal? What deal?
-For Pat Shannon.
For instance,
we take away one star.
What do you mean?
He's out, isn't he?
We don't want you out.
The Commissioner doesn't
want it. I don't want it.
Let's do something
that looks right.
[SIGHS]
All right.
All right.
You want to tell him
or should I?
You. I've got
to set it up.
I'll see you downtown.
Chief.
See you at work tomorrow?
Okay.
I think we all ought to
stop by the Corvello's.
Lucy told me can bring
home anybody you want.
She shopped.
We can put the leaves
on the table.
Yeah.
We can do that.
The old time way.
Yeah. Let's all do that.
Well, it's work tomorrow
for both of us.
Of course, you won't get
your third star this year.
You'll never catch me now.