Mod Squad (1968–1973): Season 1, Episode 24 - Captain Greer, Call Surgery - full transcript
Well... well, I'll
see you later.
No wonder I haven't
heard from you in a week.
I was just trying to
gain her confidence.
I guess so.
And what's all this
charm gotten you so far?
Not too much so far.
Look, are you sure you
stuck us in the right place?
Maybe... maybe not.
You know, they hit Mercy
Hospital three days ago.
At least they're getting closer.
What about Linc?
He come up with anything?
A lot of gripes.
He says his job is
lousing up his image.
Well, you tell him to quit
worrying about his image.
Call me once in a while.
Well, the next call you get just
might be to get us out of here.
Why?
A crash course in first aid
just does not prepare
you for this whole scene.
Orderly.
Mr. Hayes.
That is your name, isn't it?
Yes, ma'am...
Miss Sutton, sir.
When you turn in your mop
and pail for a stethoscope,
you can start
being flip with me.
Meanwhile, clean up room 440.
The patient just
went up to surgery.
Mrs. Larson... may I see that?
Oh, certainly.
Soft heart, Mrs. Larson.
Pardon?
Miss Cain... late
twice, but not here.
Well, she's young.
Soft heart.
Look who's talking...
ma'am.
Oh, how's he doing?
Asleep.
No juice for Mrs. Barrington.
Okay.
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There.
Now that ought to do it.
That's fine. It's
nothing really.
Nothing?
Some kook tries to kill her
and she says it's nothing.
Holly, stop clucking over me.
I'm perfectly all right.
Boy, you really are cool.
No wonder they made
you Chief of Nurses.
I wish you hadn't
called the police, though.
They'll just bug me to
death with questions.
How's Mr. Hennig?
He's still delirious.
Thinks we took out his liver.
Have you seen that
new ambulance driver?
Oh, he's real cute.
Love is where it's at.
You should have been a hippie...
instead of a nurse.
See? You're not all right.
Better lie down.
Hey, you okay, Chief?
I'm... okay.
The police are in
the super's office.
They'd like to have
a powwow with you.
I'll be right up.
Call Dr. Edmonds about
Mr. Hennig's medication.
It's time for
Mr. Butorac's rubdown.
That alcohol would
do more good inside.
This is only to make you
a little more
comfortable, Mr. Butorac.
Ah...
People weren't meant
to be comfortable.
Are you in a lot of pain?
Shall I call the nurse?
No...
No, I...
I want to feel things...
as long as I can...
even the pain.
Would you rather be alone?
No.
Do you know my son?
Your son?
Mike.
He works here.
An orderly.
Well, I'm new.
I don't know too many
people on the staff.
He comes to see
me and says nothing.
Do you know why?
Why?
Because he's a...
afraid to speak the truth...
even to a dying man.
No, I'm afraid it was
too dark, Captain.
I never got a look at him.
Well, did you hear his voice?
Did he say anything?
Not a word.
I'm afraid you're not giving
us much to go on, Miss Sutton.
I'm sorry.
I wish I could help.
May I get back to my patients?
Of course.
Oh, one more thing, Miss Sutton.
Do you have any enemies?
I'm afraid not, Captain.
You know, Captain, that's
a funny thing to ask her.
Oh?
I've never known a woman
with more friends, more respect.
She's been head nurse
here at the hospital
for only three months.
She's the best we ever had.
She knows how to drive people.
Perhaps, but no more
than she drives herself.
Do you know what she does
after an eight-hour
shift here at the hospital?
She runs a school in Watts,
preparing young girls
for nursing careers.
She sure doesn't tic
into stolen narcotics.
Nothing does.
You know, Captain, I still
can't understand your logic.
Now, we haven't had narcotics
stolen here in quite a while.
Why should it happen now?
Because every major
hospital in this city
has been hit repeatedly.
I think you're due...
and soon.
You, uh, looking for something?
Uh, yes.
With the food in
the cafeteria here,
it's lucky this
place is a hospital.
I was looking for
something for my stomach.
The pharmacy is off limits
except to doctors and nurses.
I'm going to have to report you.
Well, my, my Big
Brother is watching.
Hey, this is no laughing matter.
One mistake in here can
cause a death out there.
Solid. I'm sorry.
Forget it.
The report?
Well, forget that, too,
if you promise
to buy your medicine
at the drugstore.
All right.
I'll go you one better.
I'll buy you dinner tonight.
Okay?
Okay.
8:00?
Fine.
All right.
Now, don't be late,
because I hate to wait.
Pete?
Yeah.
I thought you'd never ask.
Groovy, Doc!
Sock it to him.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Lift that mop
and tote that pail.
It's your chosen profession.
Well, let's just say
it was kind of forced on me.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
You're a victim of, uh,
economic disenfranchisement.
No opportunity, no education.
Right!
Nobody's ever tried to help you.
Well, that's just
about it, lady.
Ever think of, uh,
trying to help yourself?
Ever think it might
be your responsibility?
I've thought about it.
Fine.
When you do something
about it, let me know.
Somehow...
it's hard to believe
you'd settle for a mop.
I was awfully sorry to
hear about your accident.
Were you?
Actually now, Delores,
you were warned.
I delivered.
Mm-hmm, once.
A long time ago.
Really, that is not enough.
You don't scare me.
Not anymore.
I've had about enough
of these artificial heroics.
There's a tremendous
demand right now for...
Merin-22.
The kids use it to cook
up their favorite dish...
speed.
I need at least 200
cc's of it by tonight.
No.
Mm...
Evidently you don't
learn by experience, eh?
I am through!
Do you hear?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, I'm
afraid you're wrong about that.
There's always a
button to be pushed.
"Go and do thou likewise."
St. Luke.
That's the hospital
where I got my training.
A symbol of dedication.
Sure.
I mean, it's okay to have a
few laughs along the way,
but, uh, well, everyone's
got to have a goal.
You are quite a girl.
Oh.
Well, I have to be on
duty pretty early tomorrow.
Okay.
You always use
your shoe for a purse?
Sure.
Where I come from we
don't even wear shoes
until November. Where's that?
Alabama.
Cotton country. And you?
I'm a local product.
Domestic, huh?
You could say that.
Oh, that's great.
I never was one of
those, uh, imports.
I'm glad.
What ever made
you become a nurse?
I guess I just like
feeling needed.
And I guess that you
are some kind of girl.
Good night, Pete.
See you at work tomorrow?
Good night.
Holly?
Holly!
Holly?
Holly.
Holly.
Just a closet.
You understand, Lieutenant,
I feel terrible about this,
but I'm not responsible.
Oh, I know that, Mr. Belson, uh,
no one's accusing
you of anything.
Just because a man
owns an apartment house
they blame him for everything
that happens in it.
I feel so shaky.
Uh, Mr. Belson,
why don't you just go
and lie down for a while,
and we'll take
care of everything.
Maybe I should.
Lieutenant,
could you keep the address
out of the newspapers?
Uh, Mr. Belson...
How is she?
Well, she's still unconscious.
Where's the guy who called in?
He's over here, Captain.
Thanks, Doug.
You found the girl?
That's right.
Uh, Lou, uh,
take a look around
the apartment.
See what you can find. Okay.
Would you mind telling
me what's going on?
What are you doing here?
We had a date.
I dropped her off.
I heard her scream.
I ran upstairs.
I saw her laying on the bed.
Then I saw this guy
running down the fire escape.
What did he look like?
I don't know.
Hmm, some cop.
It was too dark.
Okay, okay.
I think my hunch may be right.
What do you mean? Like how?
Two nurses from Metropolitan
assaulted in one week.
It's a pretty
improbable coincidence.
Do you think Holly had
something to do with it?
I'm afraid so.
Look, Pete...
Pete, let... let's
hope I'm wrong.
How is she?
Still comatose.
What did the doctor say?
She'll be all right.
You...
you did it!
Let's just say she met with
an accident similar to yours.
But why?
Why her?
She had nothing to do with this!
I thought you'd
begin to get the point.
200 cc's of Merin-22 and
you have until Thursday.
No!
I can't!
I won't!
Delores...
someone once said,
"We understand
death for the first time
when he puts his hand
on someone we love."
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
Oh...
Oh.
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You know, all you need
is a dark suit and gray temples
and they think you're a doctor.
I think I could probably
perform a heart transplant
and no one would complain.
Well, just the patient.
What about Delores?
I don't trust her.
Well, we'll wait and see.
You keep a close watch on her.
And Mike? Oh, Mike's no problem,
no, no, no, still as
frightened as ever.
How are our shipments
from Westside General
and Central Receiving?
Oh, better than last month.
Excellent. Yes.
I'm delighted to hear that.
Can I read to you, Mr. Butorac?
No, thank you.
I, I can still read
without help.
Uh... would you mind
handing me that book?
Thank you.
Ever read D.H. Lawrence?
No.
Ah.
His religion was a belief
in the blood, the flesh.
He says...
we can go wrong in our minds...
but what our blood feels
and believes is always true.
And that we
should live our lives
according to what we
are and not what we think
we should be made over into.
Excuse me.
Yes.
Mike.
Your father seems
much better today.
He won't get better.
I know.
I'm terribly sorry.
He's a wonderful man.
You think so?
Don't you?
I wouldn't know.
I haven't seen
him for ten years.
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It tells a little something
about Mike Butorac.
On drugs.
Pathetic kid.
Yeah, I'd say so.
Pick up man catches him
lifting a little something
for himself, he's in trouble.
Poor Mike. What a waste.
Yeah.
Well, now at least we know
we're in the right hospital.
And the right book.
Bingo.
Ernest Sachs. AKA Saxon.
Small-time hoodlum
with his fingers in
just about everything,
including narcotics.
You gonna pick him up?
No, not yet.
There are lot of players
in this game, Julie
For example... Mike.
He couldn't have gotten
into the narcotics room,
he's just an orderly.
That means someone else
got the stuff and passed it to him.
Any ideas?
Greer.
Yeah, right away.
I'll be right back.
Why didn't you tell
him the rest, man?
What does that mean?
Delores.
And that other guy
you told us about.
Dr. Mysterious.
The man that no
one seems to know.
It was just a conversation.
Now that's not how you told it.
You said she looked scared.
I...
there could have
been a dozen reasons.
Okay, forget it.
I can't forget it.
She was scared.
But it has to be something else.
It can't have anything
to do with this.
Like what?
I don't know.
But you can't tell me a woman
like that is running narco.
She started out a thousand
laps behind the pack
and look at her now.
The Chief.
Now do you have any
idea what that takes?
There's no argument, man.
You sold me.
Me, too.
Now I'm going to sell myself...
tonight...
when she gets off work.
How are you going to do that?
The straight line.
Ask her.
Break the cover?
If I have to.
Okay, man, but...
if you do and you
come up with nothing,
you just might find
yourself back on the streets.
I was looking for a job
when I found this one.
Linc...
Leave him go.
Why don't you stop him?
You mean change him?
Now, you want me to do that?
Let's get back to the hospital.
Doctors, nurses...
all like firemen.
Poking around in the ashes
searching for a hidden cause.
Maybe it would help to put
out some fires in the future.
Death is like a pet dog...
it comes when you call it.
I'm not ready to go yet.
Can I get you
anything, Mr. Butorac?
A blonde...
ten years older than you are.
You have such a
good sense of humor.
But your son doesn't.
I wonder why.
You probably know
more about him than I do.
Then what he said is true.
I deserted him and his
mother ten years ago.
He hates me.
He thinks there was no love.
There are all
different kinds of love.
A child, but you understand.
Please help me
make him understand.
How you doing, Alabam?
Oh, no!
I look so terrible.
How long have you
been standing there?
Not very long.
I was just hoping that
you'd mention my name.
Thanks, Pete.
Anytime.
Holly...
take a look at this please.
Who is it?
It's a picture of the man
that the police think
might be the one.
They were passing them
out around the hospital.
Oh, I don't know, it...
was so dark.
I mean, it... it could be him.
Yeah.
Why would someone
want to hurt you...
and Delores?
Delores?
She got beat up, too, remember?
You... you think it
was the same man?
I have a feeling it was.
Maybe that explains it.
Explains what?
When... when I woke up...
Delores was here,
and she was crying.
And I asked her what was wrong.
And... all she could say
was, "I'm sorry, baby,
I'm sorry."
Somehow, like it
was all her fault.
Greetings, Chief.
What do you want?
Just want to talk
to you for a minute.
I'm sorry, but I'm tired.
It won't take long.
Do you want me
to call the police?
If you want to.
I don't have to
put up with this...
Us cats who can't
handle responsibility?
All right, I'm sorry, I
was rude to you that day.
But right now
I'm tired and I'd...
I'd like to get some rest.
You got a lot on your mind.
Like, life...
death...
birth...
infinity.
What do you want?
I want you to
tell it like it is.
Meaning?
You ever see a kid
turned onto speed, Chief?
Well, they skin pop it,
or shoot it in the
vein to get a flash.
They stay awake for
days, flying around.
Shooting it.
They don't eat.
They don't eat until
they're exhausted.
Sometimes they get paranoid,
suffer brain damage,
get violent.
I'm aware of that.
Oh, that's right.
You're a nurse, aren't you?
You're supposed to
help people get well.
Who are you?
Just a human being.
Who wants to see
another one stay that way.
Get out of here!
Don't snow me, Chief!
I grew up with the
wheeler-dealers.
I knew how to buy the
stuff, stake out a territory,
make a connection,
before I got out of high school.
I know the look...
and the people.
How they come in
Levi's and long hair,
or business suits
and gray temples.
I saw you with The Man, dig?
You're in it
up to here!
Trust me.
Trust me.
I'll help you get out.
You?!
Who are you?!
Just the other end of a mop!
Wrong, Chief.
I'm a police officer.
Delores,
please trust me.
The man who threatened
you in the hospital...
Now what's his name?
His name is Vineland.
Well, what's he got on you?
I was arrested once,
when I was a kid...
Narco charge.
He was going to
use it against me.
He said he could wash
me out of nursing forever.
Oh, if I'd only
just told the truth!
But I didn't think.
I just didn't think!
All I could see was...
everything going down the drain!
So you stole for him?
Once.
Just once.
And I destroyed the most
precious thing in my life.
Being chief of nurses?
That was only part of it.
There was something else.
Your school in Watts.
I guess you really are a cop.
A cop with a mop.
A cop who wants to help you.
I want to help you, Delores.
We can help each other.
Greer.
Yeah, Pete.
No, I haven't heard from Linc.
What's the problem?
Well, he was supposed
to be here hours ago
and I can't find a trace of him.
You try his place?
There's no answer.
I'll check it out.
Stay in touch.
Got a moment, Delores?
Now, you should know
better than to share
our little secrets
with a police officer.
A "cop with a mop."
Really.
And now you've killed him.
How many more, Delores,
before you learn, hmm?
Pa.
Pa?
Don't die.
Oh, God, don't die.
I can now.
No, Pa.
I need you.
No, Mike.
No more.
You're a man...
stand on your own feet.
Mike, I'm sorry.
Yeah.
What is it?
Are you all right?
S-Sick...
Well, I'll get a doctor.
No!
I was too late.
So much time wasted.
Mike, he knew. That
made him happy.
I...
I was trying to hurt him...
but it only hurt me.
Please, let me call a doctor!
No!
He paid.
I've got to pay.
Julie?
Any sign of Linc yet?
No... and now it's worse.
There's no Delores.
What?!
She's over two
hours late for her shift
and there's no
answer at her house.
Well, it's gotta tie together
'cause Linc went over
there to talk to her.
Yeah. We'd better
see the Captain.
Pete.
What's she doing?
I don't know. Just wait here.
I'll get up there.
I want you to
tell it like it is.
That's 200 cc's of Merin-22
and you have until Thursday.
Ever see a kid turned
on to speed, Chief?
How many more,
Delores, before you learn?
We can help each other.
Delores? Delores?
Delores?
What do you want?
I need your help.
I can't help anyone.
Delores, where is Linc?
Linc?
I don't know.
I think you do.
I've got to find him.
You're a cop, too.
Where is he?
It's too late.
They've killed him.
Who?
Delores, who?!
Where are they? Where?
Delores!
As Director...
of Glenshadows Memorial Park,
let me take this moment
to offer our humble
and heartfelt hope
that this serene place
of quiet dignity
and simple beauty
may offer some small
measure of consolation
in your hour of bereavement.
And we call upon the
words of Longfellow
to express what
we here believe...
"There is no death.
What seems so is
merely... transition."
And that, good friends,
is a sample of our eternal care
and respectful attitude
toward our clients
here at Glenshadows
Memorial Park.
Come... and visit us soon.
See the beauty that lies ahead.
Okay, George, that's a wrap.
And, look, George,
will you please
tell the stations not
to get so anxious.
They're stepping all
over the canary at the end.
Oh... lovely, Mr. Vineland.
I...
I could hardly contain myself.
Thank you. Thank
you, Mr. Lovewell.
Tell me, what is on
the schedule for today?
Marvelous, sir.
We're fat.
Three Specials, two
Economy, and one solid Bronze.
Very Good, Mr. Lovewell.
Very good indeed.
Right, Glenshadows
Memorial Park, on the west side.
Got it, Pete.
I'm on my way.
Have you, uh, ever seen
anyone die of drug shock?
Actually, it's
quite frightening.
Now... about your funeral.
Well, it won't be a regular
policeman's funeral, not at all.
I mean there won't be any
bands or motorcycles or anything,
but I'll do a very deluxe job.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Inner spring mattress,
solid bronze casket...
the whole ball of wax.
I take great pride in my work.
Can I ask you a question, man?
With the high cost of dying,
why you dealing in narco?
Well, very few mortuaries
can make $5,000 a day,
tax-free clear profit
without any advertising.
Besides, death is such a
depressing business, I...
I rather like to cheer
people up once in a while.
I'll bet.
I don't guess we
could make a deal?
Sorry.
'Fraid not.
Sir, remember where you are.
Shh! A little respect.
A little... respect.
Hold it right there!
Captain, what did
they do with Linc?
Relax, Pete, he's fine.
Go see for yourself.
You know you got
here pretty fast...
for an old man.
Shh.
A little respect.
I guess that's it.
Yes, ma'am.
Don't call me "ma'am."
You're the Chief now.
We'll miss you, Miss Sutton.
Carry your bag, Chief?
Think she'll be all right?
She'll be back.
She made it up here once.
You can believe it...
she'll be back.
see you later.
No wonder I haven't
heard from you in a week.
I was just trying to
gain her confidence.
I guess so.
And what's all this
charm gotten you so far?
Not too much so far.
Look, are you sure you
stuck us in the right place?
Maybe... maybe not.
You know, they hit Mercy
Hospital three days ago.
At least they're getting closer.
What about Linc?
He come up with anything?
A lot of gripes.
He says his job is
lousing up his image.
Well, you tell him to quit
worrying about his image.
Call me once in a while.
Well, the next call you get just
might be to get us out of here.
Why?
A crash course in first aid
just does not prepare
you for this whole scene.
Orderly.
Mr. Hayes.
That is your name, isn't it?
Yes, ma'am...
Miss Sutton, sir.
When you turn in your mop
and pail for a stethoscope,
you can start
being flip with me.
Meanwhile, clean up room 440.
The patient just
went up to surgery.
Mrs. Larson... may I see that?
Oh, certainly.
Soft heart, Mrs. Larson.
Pardon?
Miss Cain... late
twice, but not here.
Well, she's young.
Soft heart.
Look who's talking...
ma'am.
Oh, how's he doing?
Asleep.
No juice for Mrs. Barrington.
Okay.
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There.
Now that ought to do it.
That's fine. It's
nothing really.
Nothing?
Some kook tries to kill her
and she says it's nothing.
Holly, stop clucking over me.
I'm perfectly all right.
Boy, you really are cool.
No wonder they made
you Chief of Nurses.
I wish you hadn't
called the police, though.
They'll just bug me to
death with questions.
How's Mr. Hennig?
He's still delirious.
Thinks we took out his liver.
Have you seen that
new ambulance driver?
Oh, he's real cute.
Love is where it's at.
You should have been a hippie...
instead of a nurse.
See? You're not all right.
Better lie down.
Hey, you okay, Chief?
I'm... okay.
The police are in
the super's office.
They'd like to have
a powwow with you.
I'll be right up.
Call Dr. Edmonds about
Mr. Hennig's medication.
It's time for
Mr. Butorac's rubdown.
That alcohol would
do more good inside.
This is only to make you
a little more
comfortable, Mr. Butorac.
Ah...
People weren't meant
to be comfortable.
Are you in a lot of pain?
Shall I call the nurse?
No...
No, I...
I want to feel things...
as long as I can...
even the pain.
Would you rather be alone?
No.
Do you know my son?
Your son?
Mike.
He works here.
An orderly.
Well, I'm new.
I don't know too many
people on the staff.
He comes to see
me and says nothing.
Do you know why?
Why?
Because he's a...
afraid to speak the truth...
even to a dying man.
No, I'm afraid it was
too dark, Captain.
I never got a look at him.
Well, did you hear his voice?
Did he say anything?
Not a word.
I'm afraid you're not giving
us much to go on, Miss Sutton.
I'm sorry.
I wish I could help.
May I get back to my patients?
Of course.
Oh, one more thing, Miss Sutton.
Do you have any enemies?
I'm afraid not, Captain.
You know, Captain, that's
a funny thing to ask her.
Oh?
I've never known a woman
with more friends, more respect.
She's been head nurse
here at the hospital
for only three months.
She's the best we ever had.
She knows how to drive people.
Perhaps, but no more
than she drives herself.
Do you know what she does
after an eight-hour
shift here at the hospital?
She runs a school in Watts,
preparing young girls
for nursing careers.
She sure doesn't tic
into stolen narcotics.
Nothing does.
You know, Captain, I still
can't understand your logic.
Now, we haven't had narcotics
stolen here in quite a while.
Why should it happen now?
Because every major
hospital in this city
has been hit repeatedly.
I think you're due...
and soon.
You, uh, looking for something?
Uh, yes.
With the food in
the cafeteria here,
it's lucky this
place is a hospital.
I was looking for
something for my stomach.
The pharmacy is off limits
except to doctors and nurses.
I'm going to have to report you.
Well, my, my Big
Brother is watching.
Hey, this is no laughing matter.
One mistake in here can
cause a death out there.
Solid. I'm sorry.
Forget it.
The report?
Well, forget that, too,
if you promise
to buy your medicine
at the drugstore.
All right.
I'll go you one better.
I'll buy you dinner tonight.
Okay?
Okay.
8:00?
Fine.
All right.
Now, don't be late,
because I hate to wait.
Pete?
Yeah.
I thought you'd never ask.
Groovy, Doc!
Sock it to him.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Lift that mop
and tote that pail.
It's your chosen profession.
Well, let's just say
it was kind of forced on me.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
You're a victim of, uh,
economic disenfranchisement.
No opportunity, no education.
Right!
Nobody's ever tried to help you.
Well, that's just
about it, lady.
Ever think of, uh,
trying to help yourself?
Ever think it might
be your responsibility?
I've thought about it.
Fine.
When you do something
about it, let me know.
Somehow...
it's hard to believe
you'd settle for a mop.
I was awfully sorry to
hear about your accident.
Were you?
Actually now, Delores,
you were warned.
I delivered.
Mm-hmm, once.
A long time ago.
Really, that is not enough.
You don't scare me.
Not anymore.
I've had about enough
of these artificial heroics.
There's a tremendous
demand right now for...
Merin-22.
The kids use it to cook
up their favorite dish...
speed.
I need at least 200
cc's of it by tonight.
No.
Mm...
Evidently you don't
learn by experience, eh?
I am through!
Do you hear?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, I'm
afraid you're wrong about that.
There's always a
button to be pushed.
"Go and do thou likewise."
St. Luke.
That's the hospital
where I got my training.
A symbol of dedication.
Sure.
I mean, it's okay to have a
few laughs along the way,
but, uh, well, everyone's
got to have a goal.
You are quite a girl.
Oh.
Well, I have to be on
duty pretty early tomorrow.
Okay.
You always use
your shoe for a purse?
Sure.
Where I come from we
don't even wear shoes
until November. Where's that?
Alabama.
Cotton country. And you?
I'm a local product.
Domestic, huh?
You could say that.
Oh, that's great.
I never was one of
those, uh, imports.
I'm glad.
What ever made
you become a nurse?
I guess I just like
feeling needed.
And I guess that you
are some kind of girl.
Good night, Pete.
See you at work tomorrow?
Good night.
Holly?
Holly!
Holly?
Holly.
Holly.
Just a closet.
You understand, Lieutenant,
I feel terrible about this,
but I'm not responsible.
Oh, I know that, Mr. Belson, uh,
no one's accusing
you of anything.
Just because a man
owns an apartment house
they blame him for everything
that happens in it.
I feel so shaky.
Uh, Mr. Belson,
why don't you just go
and lie down for a while,
and we'll take
care of everything.
Maybe I should.
Lieutenant,
could you keep the address
out of the newspapers?
Uh, Mr. Belson...
How is she?
Well, she's still unconscious.
Where's the guy who called in?
He's over here, Captain.
Thanks, Doug.
You found the girl?
That's right.
Uh, Lou, uh,
take a look around
the apartment.
See what you can find. Okay.
Would you mind telling
me what's going on?
What are you doing here?
We had a date.
I dropped her off.
I heard her scream.
I ran upstairs.
I saw her laying on the bed.
Then I saw this guy
running down the fire escape.
What did he look like?
I don't know.
Hmm, some cop.
It was too dark.
Okay, okay.
I think my hunch may be right.
What do you mean? Like how?
Two nurses from Metropolitan
assaulted in one week.
It's a pretty
improbable coincidence.
Do you think Holly had
something to do with it?
I'm afraid so.
Look, Pete...
Pete, let... let's
hope I'm wrong.
How is she?
Still comatose.
What did the doctor say?
She'll be all right.
You...
you did it!
Let's just say she met with
an accident similar to yours.
But why?
Why her?
She had nothing to do with this!
I thought you'd
begin to get the point.
200 cc's of Merin-22 and
you have until Thursday.
No!
I can't!
I won't!
Delores...
someone once said,
"We understand
death for the first time
when he puts his hand
on someone we love."
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
Oh...
Oh.
♪ ♪
You know, all you need
is a dark suit and gray temples
and they think you're a doctor.
I think I could probably
perform a heart transplant
and no one would complain.
Well, just the patient.
What about Delores?
I don't trust her.
Well, we'll wait and see.
You keep a close watch on her.
And Mike? Oh, Mike's no problem,
no, no, no, still as
frightened as ever.
How are our shipments
from Westside General
and Central Receiving?
Oh, better than last month.
Excellent. Yes.
I'm delighted to hear that.
Can I read to you, Mr. Butorac?
No, thank you.
I, I can still read
without help.
Uh... would you mind
handing me that book?
Thank you.
Ever read D.H. Lawrence?
No.
Ah.
His religion was a belief
in the blood, the flesh.
He says...
we can go wrong in our minds...
but what our blood feels
and believes is always true.
And that we
should live our lives
according to what we
are and not what we think
we should be made over into.
Excuse me.
Yes.
Mike.
Your father seems
much better today.
He won't get better.
I know.
I'm terribly sorry.
He's a wonderful man.
You think so?
Don't you?
I wouldn't know.
I haven't seen
him for ten years.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
It tells a little something
about Mike Butorac.
On drugs.
Pathetic kid.
Yeah, I'd say so.
Pick up man catches him
lifting a little something
for himself, he's in trouble.
Poor Mike. What a waste.
Yeah.
Well, now at least we know
we're in the right hospital.
And the right book.
Bingo.
Ernest Sachs. AKA Saxon.
Small-time hoodlum
with his fingers in
just about everything,
including narcotics.
You gonna pick him up?
No, not yet.
There are lot of players
in this game, Julie
For example... Mike.
He couldn't have gotten
into the narcotics room,
he's just an orderly.
That means someone else
got the stuff and passed it to him.
Any ideas?
Greer.
Yeah, right away.
I'll be right back.
Why didn't you tell
him the rest, man?
What does that mean?
Delores.
And that other guy
you told us about.
Dr. Mysterious.
The man that no
one seems to know.
It was just a conversation.
Now that's not how you told it.
You said she looked scared.
I...
there could have
been a dozen reasons.
Okay, forget it.
I can't forget it.
She was scared.
But it has to be something else.
It can't have anything
to do with this.
Like what?
I don't know.
But you can't tell me a woman
like that is running narco.
She started out a thousand
laps behind the pack
and look at her now.
The Chief.
Now do you have any
idea what that takes?
There's no argument, man.
You sold me.
Me, too.
Now I'm going to sell myself...
tonight...
when she gets off work.
How are you going to do that?
The straight line.
Ask her.
Break the cover?
If I have to.
Okay, man, but...
if you do and you
come up with nothing,
you just might find
yourself back on the streets.
I was looking for a job
when I found this one.
Linc...
Leave him go.
Why don't you stop him?
You mean change him?
Now, you want me to do that?
Let's get back to the hospital.
Doctors, nurses...
all like firemen.
Poking around in the ashes
searching for a hidden cause.
Maybe it would help to put
out some fires in the future.
Death is like a pet dog...
it comes when you call it.
I'm not ready to go yet.
Can I get you
anything, Mr. Butorac?
A blonde...
ten years older than you are.
You have such a
good sense of humor.
But your son doesn't.
I wonder why.
You probably know
more about him than I do.
Then what he said is true.
I deserted him and his
mother ten years ago.
He hates me.
He thinks there was no love.
There are all
different kinds of love.
A child, but you understand.
Please help me
make him understand.
How you doing, Alabam?
Oh, no!
I look so terrible.
How long have you
been standing there?
Not very long.
I was just hoping that
you'd mention my name.
Thanks, Pete.
Anytime.
Holly...
take a look at this please.
Who is it?
It's a picture of the man
that the police think
might be the one.
They were passing them
out around the hospital.
Oh, I don't know, it...
was so dark.
I mean, it... it could be him.
Yeah.
Why would someone
want to hurt you...
and Delores?
Delores?
She got beat up, too, remember?
You... you think it
was the same man?
I have a feeling it was.
Maybe that explains it.
Explains what?
When... when I woke up...
Delores was here,
and she was crying.
And I asked her what was wrong.
And... all she could say
was, "I'm sorry, baby,
I'm sorry."
Somehow, like it
was all her fault.
Greetings, Chief.
What do you want?
Just want to talk
to you for a minute.
I'm sorry, but I'm tired.
It won't take long.
Do you want me
to call the police?
If you want to.
I don't have to
put up with this...
Us cats who can't
handle responsibility?
All right, I'm sorry, I
was rude to you that day.
But right now
I'm tired and I'd...
I'd like to get some rest.
You got a lot on your mind.
Like, life...
death...
birth...
infinity.
What do you want?
I want you to
tell it like it is.
Meaning?
You ever see a kid
turned onto speed, Chief?
Well, they skin pop it,
or shoot it in the
vein to get a flash.
They stay awake for
days, flying around.
Shooting it.
They don't eat.
They don't eat until
they're exhausted.
Sometimes they get paranoid,
suffer brain damage,
get violent.
I'm aware of that.
Oh, that's right.
You're a nurse, aren't you?
You're supposed to
help people get well.
Who are you?
Just a human being.
Who wants to see
another one stay that way.
Get out of here!
Don't snow me, Chief!
I grew up with the
wheeler-dealers.
I knew how to buy the
stuff, stake out a territory,
make a connection,
before I got out of high school.
I know the look...
and the people.
How they come in
Levi's and long hair,
or business suits
and gray temples.
I saw you with The Man, dig?
You're in it
up to here!
Trust me.
Trust me.
I'll help you get out.
You?!
Who are you?!
Just the other end of a mop!
Wrong, Chief.
I'm a police officer.
Delores,
please trust me.
The man who threatened
you in the hospital...
Now what's his name?
His name is Vineland.
Well, what's he got on you?
I was arrested once,
when I was a kid...
Narco charge.
He was going to
use it against me.
He said he could wash
me out of nursing forever.
Oh, if I'd only
just told the truth!
But I didn't think.
I just didn't think!
All I could see was...
everything going down the drain!
So you stole for him?
Once.
Just once.
And I destroyed the most
precious thing in my life.
Being chief of nurses?
That was only part of it.
There was something else.
Your school in Watts.
I guess you really are a cop.
A cop with a mop.
A cop who wants to help you.
I want to help you, Delores.
We can help each other.
Greer.
Yeah, Pete.
No, I haven't heard from Linc.
What's the problem?
Well, he was supposed
to be here hours ago
and I can't find a trace of him.
You try his place?
There's no answer.
I'll check it out.
Stay in touch.
Got a moment, Delores?
Now, you should know
better than to share
our little secrets
with a police officer.
A "cop with a mop."
Really.
And now you've killed him.
How many more, Delores,
before you learn, hmm?
Pa.
Pa?
Don't die.
Oh, God, don't die.
I can now.
No, Pa.
I need you.
No, Mike.
No more.
You're a man...
stand on your own feet.
Mike, I'm sorry.
Yeah.
What is it?
Are you all right?
S-Sick...
Well, I'll get a doctor.
No!
I was too late.
So much time wasted.
Mike, he knew. That
made him happy.
I...
I was trying to hurt him...
but it only hurt me.
Please, let me call a doctor!
No!
He paid.
I've got to pay.
Julie?
Any sign of Linc yet?
No... and now it's worse.
There's no Delores.
What?!
She's over two
hours late for her shift
and there's no
answer at her house.
Well, it's gotta tie together
'cause Linc went over
there to talk to her.
Yeah. We'd better
see the Captain.
Pete.
What's she doing?
I don't know. Just wait here.
I'll get up there.
I want you to
tell it like it is.
That's 200 cc's of Merin-22
and you have until Thursday.
Ever see a kid turned
on to speed, Chief?
How many more,
Delores, before you learn?
We can help each other.
Delores? Delores?
Delores?
What do you want?
I need your help.
I can't help anyone.
Delores, where is Linc?
Linc?
I don't know.
I think you do.
I've got to find him.
You're a cop, too.
Where is he?
It's too late.
They've killed him.
Who?
Delores, who?!
Where are they? Where?
Delores!
As Director...
of Glenshadows Memorial Park,
let me take this moment
to offer our humble
and heartfelt hope
that this serene place
of quiet dignity
and simple beauty
may offer some small
measure of consolation
in your hour of bereavement.
And we call upon the
words of Longfellow
to express what
we here believe...
"There is no death.
What seems so is
merely... transition."
And that, good friends,
is a sample of our eternal care
and respectful attitude
toward our clients
here at Glenshadows
Memorial Park.
Come... and visit us soon.
See the beauty that lies ahead.
Okay, George, that's a wrap.
And, look, George,
will you please
tell the stations not
to get so anxious.
They're stepping all
over the canary at the end.
Oh... lovely, Mr. Vineland.
I...
I could hardly contain myself.
Thank you. Thank
you, Mr. Lovewell.
Tell me, what is on
the schedule for today?
Marvelous, sir.
We're fat.
Three Specials, two
Economy, and one solid Bronze.
Very Good, Mr. Lovewell.
Very good indeed.
Right, Glenshadows
Memorial Park, on the west side.
Got it, Pete.
I'm on my way.
Have you, uh, ever seen
anyone die of drug shock?
Actually, it's
quite frightening.
Now... about your funeral.
Well, it won't be a regular
policeman's funeral, not at all.
I mean there won't be any
bands or motorcycles or anything,
but I'll do a very deluxe job.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Inner spring mattress,
solid bronze casket...
the whole ball of wax.
I take great pride in my work.
Can I ask you a question, man?
With the high cost of dying,
why you dealing in narco?
Well, very few mortuaries
can make $5,000 a day,
tax-free clear profit
without any advertising.
Besides, death is such a
depressing business, I...
I rather like to cheer
people up once in a while.
I'll bet.
I don't guess we
could make a deal?
Sorry.
'Fraid not.
Sir, remember where you are.
Shh! A little respect.
A little... respect.
Hold it right there!
Captain, what did
they do with Linc?
Relax, Pete, he's fine.
Go see for yourself.
You know you got
here pretty fast...
for an old man.
Shh.
A little respect.
I guess that's it.
Yes, ma'am.
Don't call me "ma'am."
You're the Chief now.
We'll miss you, Miss Sutton.
Carry your bag, Chief?
Think she'll be all right?
She'll be back.
She made it up here once.
You can believe it...
she'll be back.