Mod Squad (1968–1973): Season 1, Episode 26 - A Seat by the Window - full transcript
Come on, man.
You don't know what
you're talking about.
Please don't.
What's the matter with you?
Mr. Daniels!
Come quick. There's a fight.
In the back.
Hurry! It's a fight!
Come on. It might be
a couple of our guys!
In the back way,
way in the back.
Call the police, fast.
Come on.
Is there any other way out?
There's no other way out.
Whoever stabbed that man
couldn't have gotten
by the dispatcher
without being seen.
Greer.
Look, hold all my calls for
about ten minutes, please.
In other words, the
killer escaped on a bus.
On one of three buses.
One of three?
There must be at least 50 buses
in and out of there every day.
At least. But not on
that side of the terminal.
That's strictly
for charter buses.
There's a new outfit in
there... Holiday Tours.
In on a short-term lease,
been there a couple of weeks.
Yeah, I've seen their
ads before... "Fun Tours."
Yeah, mostly for young people.
Anyway, the buses took off
at exactly the same
time of the killing.
They either planned it that way
or it was a coincidence.
But we know the killer's
on one of those buses,
headed for either Tijuana...
the jazz festival
at Green Hills...
or to the desert to hunt rocks.
Well, it seems that
it's simple enough.
Sure.
Just stop all three buses
and check the passengers
against the driver's head count.
Well, there are no passenger
lists on those fun tours.
Some youth organization
picked up the tab.
How about the
lady at the station?
Couldn't she identify anyone?
She thinks she saw
a blond-haired man
and she thinks she heard
a girl scream from
somewhere nearby.
So we may be
looking for two people.
One of them might be blond.
Now you're getting the picture.
We got three buses
full of suspects
and no hard evidence.
Now, we can stop those buses
and make a mass interrogation,
but all we'll be doing
is telling the killer we
don't know anything.
He'll thumb his nose at
us and just keep on walking.
Where do we fit in?
Well, while I try to find
out who the dead man is
and piece it together
from this end,
you three are going to join
that happy holiday throng
and go for a bus ride.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Fantastic. How did
you manage this?
Cooperation. And that's
what I want from you, Julie.
I want you to
play it by the book.
Don't take any
unnecessary chances.
Now, get on that
bus and observe.
Ask a few questions,
act like part of the crowd.
You worry too much, Captain.
What happens if
someone wants to get off
before the scheduled stop?
Just don't try and stop them
by yourself. Yeah, Pete's right.
Just let 'em go and get
to the nearest
phone and call me.
Now, that's an order, Julie.
Well, you better get going.
I've still got Pete to deliver.
Bye.
Bye. Bye.
Let's go, Pete.
We're on a schedule.
In that thing again?
Just ten more minutes, Pete.
Where to?
Well, when that bus
to the jazz festival
makes that rest stop, I
want you to be there waiting,
and I've gotta get
back to the office.
What's the rush?
The other chopper
won't set Linc down
at Seaside for
another 15 minutes yet.
A thing this spread out,
I'd better be by that
phone every second.
What's happening?
Where'd you come from, pretty?
I fell asleep.
A bus will do it every time.
I'm Julie.
Bill.
What's the hang-up?
Uh, the last rain
weakened the road.
Looks like we detour.
Now that's the
only way to travel.
Oh, I don't know about that.
Looks like a
swingin' bus trip now.
Hello, may I have Operator
23 in Los Angeles? Urgent.
This is Lincoln Hayes.
Do you have an open line for
me to a Captain Greer in L.A.?
Yes, I'll wait.
Linc? Hello, Captain.
How are you doing?
Okay. The Tijuana
bus just pulled in
for its scheduled rest stop.
Any problems getting on board?
No sweat.
Good. Now, this special operator
will be on alert for any
calls you, Pete or Julie make.
She'll slip you right through.
Okay. Anything on
the dead man yet?
Just the name in his
wallet, Carl Boothe.
Look, your bus
crosses the border
in a couple of hours.
It doesn't give you much time.
Yeah, I know.
And if you have
to go into Mexico,
be careful, huh?
Don't antagonize
the local gendarmes.
I don't want an
international incident.
I'll be Mr. Charming.
Hey, you want me to
bring you back some tacos?
No, thanks. I'll
settle for the killer.
Si, señor.
Oh! Excuse me.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Now there's another
plot down the drain.
How's that?
I was being sneaky.
Came way over this way
so I wouldn't spill on them,
and now look
what I did. I'm sorry.
It's quite all right.
Gallantry.
I thought that was a lost art.
I'm Connie Banks. You're...?
Hayes.
Linc Hayes.
Well, how do you do?
No, fellas, I'd rather not.
Come on, Connie.
Don't be a drag.
I'm not. I just
don't drink, okay?
I think I owe you this.
Is this your seat?
No, it isn't.
Then we aren't
keeping you, are we?
Now, come on, honey.
Now we need a
little life in this party.
A couple of sips of
this will make this tub
feel like a 707.
Mr. Miller, why waste
good whiskey, huh?
I just don't like it.
Now, please, just be nice.
Now, come on, now.
Why don't you just believe her?
You're asking for a
broken head, mister.
Now or later?
Three to one.
That's kinda rough.
Say, why don't you
boys try... three to two?
Now that loose mouth
might just get you
some serious lumps
one of these days, baby.
This time I didn't spill a drop.
Oh. Thank you.
You're quite a fella.
It's no big thing.
Oh, I purely am sorry.
Right clumsy of me.
No problem.
Thanks.
Well, it's better than nothing.
Greer.
Pete?
Where are you?
At the Green Hills
Music Festival.
Yeah, you see anything?
Yeah, I see a bunch of guitars.
There are three blond guys.
But they've all got their girls
and everybody seems together.
What have you got?
The dead man's
name was Carl Boothe,
probably from Arkansas.
Bought his suit in Little Rock.
We're checking it now.
And that's it, huh?
Have you heard
from Linc and Julie?
Yeah, but nothing much.
Okay, uh, the people
were talking a little while ago
about going into town
before they settle down,
so I better go see
what's happening.
Yeah, keep me posted.
All right.
♪ This is my woman ♪
♪ This is my woman ♪
♪ And I thank God for that ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ This is my woman... ♪
It's a good song.
Excitin', too.
All of it... so rich
and green and fine.
Never seen anything
like this down home.
Just muddy gray days.
Tacky.
Why here, it, it's
so pretty to look at.
It's good for your nerves, too.
I mean, the way
you came tearing off the bus.
Was somebody bugging you?
The bus is leaving.
You better hurry.
I've been to that town
before, but you haven't.
Not with that accent.
It shows, huh?
Just a little bit.
I would say, ma'am, that
it's from, uh, Tennessee...
no, how about Arkansas?
Well, give the man a cigar.
Was I really right?
Now how about that?
What part?
Fredericks Creek.
Fredericks Creek.
I don't know where that is.
Not many people do.
It's more of a... well,
a place than a town...
about 40 miles
north of Little Rock.
Well, it looks like we
both missed the bus.
My name's Pete Cochrane.
Willa.
Willa Stiles.
Hi, Willa.
Look, I'll tell you what. I
have to go make a phone call.
I'll come right back and then
we'll have something to drink...
Some coffee or
whatever you want.
But not right here, in
by the fireplace, okay?
Well, y'all don't have to.
I know I don't have
to, but I want to.
Okay?
How you doing, Holden?
Hello.
Yeah, put him through.
Pete?
No, I'm at the dead
man's apartment.
Yeah, I just located it.
It's rented in his name.
Boothe, Carl Boothe.
That should give you something.
Yeah, so did you.
I found a picture
in the luggage here.
Ash blonde, 5'3",
kind of a... kind
of a sweet face.
You mean she and Carl
Boothe were friendly?
Boothe wasn't living here alone.
I would say that is friendly.
Super-friendly.
It's a threesome.
Three beds and
three sets of clothes.
His, hers and his.
There's another cat involved?
What have you got on him?
Uh, just fingerprints.
I'll run an interstate check.
It could take a couple of days.
So where do we go from here?
You stay there while I
start checking to see how.
Carl Boothe's suit and
Little Rock, Arkansas add up.
See if you can find out
who the third roommate is
without tipping her off, huh?
Make it fast, Pete.
Time's running out.
All right. Right.
There you be.
Okay.
You're a big tipper.
I don't know why I
did that. Yes, you do.
Maybe you were a little
lonesome or troubled, right?
You know, people do
that when they get like that.
They reach out for
something, someone.
That's me, always
reaching for something.
Like excitement?
Shows that much, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Well, not too much of it in a
place like Fredericks Creek.
I can imagine.
So, what did you do?
Just wave good-bye to
Fredericks Creek in Arkansas
and say, "Hello,
Califor-ni-ay," right?
Three of us, in a '51 coupe
that blew up a hundred
miles outside L.A.
You know, you are
a lucky young lady.
You know, three
girls driving like that
in an old clunker
can be a bad scene.
Now, who got to
change the flat tires?
Me, my brother and a... friend.
Well, the last hundred miles
still could have
been a bad scene.
We hitchhiked.
They did odd jobs and I
worked some waitin' on tables.
Yeah, that does pay the rent.
I've done a lot of odd jobs
myself when times are lean.
Look, has your
brother and his friend
found anything steady yet here?
No, not yet.
Well, I would like,
um... well, I'd like to give
you guys a couple of dollars
until they find
something steady,
and then they can pay me back.
I'd just like to help.
You're nice.
Oh, but I-I don't rightly
know if we'll be stayin'.
You going back to
Arkansas? Maybe.
Reckon we never
should have left.
But Carl kept talking about it.
Carl?
Oh, the friend.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
In other words, Carl is the one
that wanted to do the traveling?
My brother and I met
him at a bar in Little Rock.
He started carrying on
about going to California.
"The place was
happening," he said.
Whatever that means.
My brother is 22 years old.
He always listens
to the wrong people.
Why, he's had his feet
six inches off the
ground all his life.
In other words,
you and your brother
were just along for
the ride with Carl, and...
what did you say your brother's
name was, I'm sorry.
I didn't say.
Greer.
Yeah, Linc, where
are you calling from?
What's all that noise?
It's proof that Orville
and Wilbur were right.
The driveshaft broke down.
We limped into a garage.
We'll probably be
here for a while.
Hey, the phone number is...
Yeah... 7125. Got it.
Any mileage on that bus?
No, just a couple
of drunken punks.
Keep me filled, huh?
Captain, you'll be
the first to know.
This means we blow
some time in Tijuana.
Looks that way.
I was thinking about staying
down there a couple of days.
You going right back to L.A.?
Haven't decided yet.
Well, when you make
up your mind, let me know.
I know a couple of
swingin' joints in TJ.
Football, huh? Yeah.
Anaheim, Azusa
or Ann Arbor?
Aberdeen.
Hey, that's great.
Always wanted to
play football myself,
but never enough
beef on the bones.
Hey, I was thinking about
staying down in Tijuana
for a couple of days.
How about you?
You going back
on that turkey truck?
Whatever I do, I do alone.
Whatever moves you, baby.
Mind if I join you?
I'm Julie.
Ed.
You look so alone
sitting up here.
Well, I, I don't sing much.
You from L.A.?
Me, too.
I just got bugged
sitting around my room,
so I decided to
take a little ride.
How about you?
How'd you find
out about this trip?
I, uh, I don't remember.
How about that?
Man asks the driver
a few questions
and his gal finds another fella.
Bill, this is Ed.
Come on, we got beer
and pretzels back there.
Do you want to come?
No, thanks.
Hey, look what I found.
Play on, mad fool.
♪ Troublin' mind and blue ♪
♪ But it won't be blue always ♪
♪ You know the sun's gonna shine
'round my back door someday ♪
♪ I'm gonna lay my head ♪
♪ On some lonesome
railroad line ♪
♪ And let the 219
pacify my troublin' mind ♪
♪ I love all you handsome men ♪
♪ You know I love
you all the same ♪
♪ Don't love none of you enough
to let you change my name ♪
♪ Troublin' mind and blue ♪
♪ But it won't be blue always ♪
♪ You know the wind's gonna
rise and blow all my blues away. ♪
Cute.
May I? Yeah.
Be careful. You
may find a gray one.
No, I like older types.
♪ See the little blond
lady frown and fret ♪
♪ He's gonna pull
her hair out yet ♪
♪ If he don't desist
with his silly play ♪
♪ She's gonna have a...
harsh thing or two to say ♪
Cool it, hillbilly!
No offense, neighbor.
Just making a
little tune or two.
Pass the time.
I don't like your lyrics.
Party's over.
Excuse me.
Surely didn't mean
to cause a fuss, Julie.
You're not mad?
Do you always apologize
for helping a girl out?
Want to sit up here and talk?
Hey, I, uh...
I got a sweet tooth.
How about you?
No, thank you.
Hey.
You'll be all right.
Julie, slow down, huh?
Where are you calling from?
I'm calling from
The Western Village.
They make movies here.
Anyway, we were just passing by
when this girl Laurie
had an appendix attack.
That's what it seems like.
So, we're waiting
for the doctor now.
Yeah, well, let me know
if anything happens, huh?
Well, I think
she'll be all right.
That's not what I meant, Julie.
All right, all right.
Keep me filled.
Bye, Captain.
Good-bye.
There you have it, folks.
That's the way they
did it in the Old West.
Now if you'll step
down here with us,
we'll give you another
little demonstration.
How's Laurie, Bill?
Well, the doctor's with her now.
Well, I'm sure
she'll be just fine.
Well, she's sure
messin' up the trip.
That's what I like: people
who care about people.
What did I say?
Well...
missed the voting.
Voting?
Yeah, doctor says
Laurie doesn't have
appendix trouble at all.
Had the flu a week back.
Didn't quite get over it.
I'm glad she's all right.
Yeah.
She sure does want
to stay with the tour,
so the kids voted to
stay here a few hours,
see if she's feelin' up to it.
Only one "no" vote.
Guess who?
Bill.
You know, you're
some kinda girl.
Pretty and...
smart.
♪ ♪
Hello, give me Operator
23 in Los Angeles, please.
This is Lincoln
Hayes in Chula Vista.
Then tell him to take it up
with the original complainant.
Look, I can't solve everything.
Greer.
Yeah, put him through.
Linc, how's your driveshaft?
It got us as far as Chula Vista.
Yeah?
Well, that's the last
stop before the border.
Don't you think I know that?
Have you got anything?
I don't know, Captain.
A couple of possibilities,
but nothing definite.
Nothing, huh?
Believe me, you'll
be the first to know.
How is he, doc?
Slight concussion.
He'll live.
All right, let's go, fella.
Thanks a lot, doc.
Learn to duck.
Yeah.
Are you sure
you're all right, Linc?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Did you see who hit you?
I think it was three of them.
After the first punch,
I was too hazy to tell.
Could you identify any of 'em?
No chance.
One of them got my wallet.
Which means they
know all about you.
Mmm-mm.
Hey, beautiful.
That means he doesn't have
to try to get off the bus, then.
You mean you didn't stop it?
No, not yet.
I've got a roadblock
set up at the border.
I was hoping you
could identify him.
No way.
What now?
I don't know.
We try a mass arrest.
He might make a break for it.
If he's carrying a weapon,
a lot of people could get hurt.
What other choice do you have?
Unless his sister could help...
You lost me.
Looks like Pete's
at the Jazz Festival
with his sister.
Now, if she'd cooperate...
Where's a phone?
Uh, where's some change?
Got a little change?
Thanks.
Thank you.
Hello, Pete?
What's happening?
Linc ran into some trouble,
got knocked around a bit.
How bad is he hurt?
Well, they shook him up
pretty good, but he's okay.
How are you doing
with that girl, Pete?
Did you get her brother's
name, description?
No, she was getting too
upset. There wasn't time.
Look, there's no more time left.
Drop the act, level with
her. We need her help.
It would be the trick
of the week to do that.
Maybe her brother
acted in self-defense.
Maybe there were some
extenuating circumstances.
I don't want to hurt
him if I don't have to.
Maybe if she can talk to him,
stop it from
getting out of hand.
All right, now how
do we go about that?
I'll send a copter
down to pick you up.
Linc will be on it.
All right. You want us to
meet you at the border?
Yes, fast as you can.
I'll set up some kind of a stall
for that bus, a vehicle
inspection... something.
What about Julie?
I'll call her right
now and tell her
she's in the clear.
And Pete, get to work
on that girl, will ya?
There's nothing else left.
Hey.
Go away, Pete, please.
Did I say something?
No.
And I just realized it.
All day all we been
talking about is me,
never once about you. Why?
And all those phone calls. Why?
Willa...
No, I don't want
to know anything.
Who you are... what you are.
Just go away, please.
Leave me alone.
I can't.
It's too late for that.
Police.
A cop.
Don't say it like that.
A cop.
That's right, who wants to
help you and your brother.
We know he killed Carl Boothe
and we don't want him
to hurt anyone else, or himself.
No. No...
No... Yes.
No! No!
Willa...
No! No! No!
It's my fault, all of
it. Don't you see?
Make me see.
We have to find your brother,
and we don't want to hurt him.
So anything you can tell
me, angel, will help him.
You mustn't hurt him.
He's... he's like
a child, a baby.
He don't even know
what to do 'less I tell him.
We don't have folks.
He can't take care of himself.
Well, I been doin'
it for a long time.
Why did he kill Carl?
Pete... everything I told
you about leaving Little Rock
and coming here...
all true.
Except... after the
car broke down...
we didn't have money
and couldn't find work.
So we held up a gas station.
It was so easy.
And exciting.
Pete... we never
hurt anyone, I swear.
I believe you.
Let's sit over here, sweetheart.
Come on.
Well, that day in
the bus station.
Carl bought me a
present at the gift counter.
A little bracelet.
Dollar, 98.
Well, I never had
no present before.
And I... I kissed Carl.
Well, it... it didn't
mean anything.
But the next thing I knew...
You mean he killed him for that?
I told you he is like a child.
He... he probably thought
I was gonna leave him.
Oh, man.
Willa, there'll be
a helicopter here
in a couple of
minutes to pick us up.
Now I'm asking you to go with
me and to identify your brother.
We don't want him to get hurt.
Maybe you can talk him
into giving himself up.
He'll be scared. He'll panic.
Well, at least you can try.
For him.
All right.
Good. Let's go.
We'll get to Tijuana a couple of
minutes before the bus arrives.
Tijuana?
That's right.
They're holding the
bus at the border.
Well, why?
He's... he's not on that bus.
What?
Well, after he killed Carl,
he was furious at
me, wouldn't even talk.
He got on the third bus.
I was afraid to follow him,
scared he might make a scene.
So I got on this one.
Willa?
Pete, I swear
he's on the bus to the desert.
Oh, my God.
That's Julie's bus.
♪ ♪
Uh, Julie?
I'm mighty sorry to
hear you're leaving.
Well, I'm sorry I have to go.
Well, I...
I sure would like it
if you was to have a hamburger
with me before you go.
Well, I...
No, uh, my treat.
Okay.
It's this way, isn't it?
No, ma'am...
That way.
Please, ma'am.
Please.
♪ ♪
Have you seen a girl
with long blonde hair?
Her name's Julie.
Julie? Sure, just...
just a few minutes ago.
She was... she was over there,
going up toward the
glade with, uh, Tom,
Tom Stiles.
No, wait. No, wait.
We better take it nice and slow.
If we come on too strong,
he could go up like a rocket.
Solid.
Tom...
I never knew there were
lady policemen, ma'am.
Look, we can talk about
this. Everything will be all right.
Please put the knife away.
I reckon if you know it,
well, everybody will know.
And then they'd...
well, I can't have that.
You understand, don't
you, ma'am? I just got to.
And then nobody will know.
Things can be like they
was with-with Willa and me.
Tom!
Well, leave her
alone, Tom, you hear?
Willa, is... is that really you?
It's... it's gonna be all right.
No!
Help me, Willa.
I will, honey.
Just give me the knife.
We'll explain everything.
Oh, no, no, no!
Well, then everybody will know!
I got to run.
I got to hide where
they'll never find me.
But she knows.
Julie knows, so...
and she'd tell.
Don't you see that?
Please, Tom, it's...
it's gonna be all right.
Captain, don't!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Willa shouldn't have kissed him.
She always said she loved me.
How could she love Carl, too?
Tom...
She shouldn't have kissed him.
If she hadn't have kissed him.
She always said she loved me.
I'm sorry.
I'm not. I'm grateful.
Pete, will I ever see you again?
You'll see me.
Take them to the car, huh?
No, no.
Tom, honey, it's
gonna be all right.
Just simmer down.
I'm gonna go with you.
What do you think's
gonna happen to them?
Well, some questions for her.
A doctor for him.
We'll do the best we can.
I think it's about
20 years too late.
Maybe a good doctor
could have saved him
from going that route in the first
place, instead of having to heal him now.
No arguments here.
Well, let's go.
You don't know what
you're talking about.
Please don't.
What's the matter with you?
Mr. Daniels!
Come quick. There's a fight.
In the back.
Hurry! It's a fight!
Come on. It might be
a couple of our guys!
In the back way,
way in the back.
Call the police, fast.
Come on.
Is there any other way out?
There's no other way out.
Whoever stabbed that man
couldn't have gotten
by the dispatcher
without being seen.
Greer.
Look, hold all my calls for
about ten minutes, please.
In other words, the
killer escaped on a bus.
On one of three buses.
One of three?
There must be at least 50 buses
in and out of there every day.
At least. But not on
that side of the terminal.
That's strictly
for charter buses.
There's a new outfit in
there... Holiday Tours.
In on a short-term lease,
been there a couple of weeks.
Yeah, I've seen their
ads before... "Fun Tours."
Yeah, mostly for young people.
Anyway, the buses took off
at exactly the same
time of the killing.
They either planned it that way
or it was a coincidence.
But we know the killer's
on one of those buses,
headed for either Tijuana...
the jazz festival
at Green Hills...
or to the desert to hunt rocks.
Well, it seems that
it's simple enough.
Sure.
Just stop all three buses
and check the passengers
against the driver's head count.
Well, there are no passenger
lists on those fun tours.
Some youth organization
picked up the tab.
How about the
lady at the station?
Couldn't she identify anyone?
She thinks she saw
a blond-haired man
and she thinks she heard
a girl scream from
somewhere nearby.
So we may be
looking for two people.
One of them might be blond.
Now you're getting the picture.
We got three buses
full of suspects
and no hard evidence.
Now, we can stop those buses
and make a mass interrogation,
but all we'll be doing
is telling the killer we
don't know anything.
He'll thumb his nose at
us and just keep on walking.
Where do we fit in?
Well, while I try to find
out who the dead man is
and piece it together
from this end,
you three are going to join
that happy holiday throng
and go for a bus ride.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Fantastic. How did
you manage this?
Cooperation. And that's
what I want from you, Julie.
I want you to
play it by the book.
Don't take any
unnecessary chances.
Now, get on that
bus and observe.
Ask a few questions,
act like part of the crowd.
You worry too much, Captain.
What happens if
someone wants to get off
before the scheduled stop?
Just don't try and stop them
by yourself. Yeah, Pete's right.
Just let 'em go and get
to the nearest
phone and call me.
Now, that's an order, Julie.
Well, you better get going.
I've still got Pete to deliver.
Bye.
Bye. Bye.
Let's go, Pete.
We're on a schedule.
In that thing again?
Just ten more minutes, Pete.
Where to?
Well, when that bus
to the jazz festival
makes that rest stop, I
want you to be there waiting,
and I've gotta get
back to the office.
What's the rush?
The other chopper
won't set Linc down
at Seaside for
another 15 minutes yet.
A thing this spread out,
I'd better be by that
phone every second.
What's happening?
Where'd you come from, pretty?
I fell asleep.
A bus will do it every time.
I'm Julie.
Bill.
What's the hang-up?
Uh, the last rain
weakened the road.
Looks like we detour.
Now that's the
only way to travel.
Oh, I don't know about that.
Looks like a
swingin' bus trip now.
Hello, may I have Operator
23 in Los Angeles? Urgent.
This is Lincoln Hayes.
Do you have an open line for
me to a Captain Greer in L.A.?
Yes, I'll wait.
Linc? Hello, Captain.
How are you doing?
Okay. The Tijuana
bus just pulled in
for its scheduled rest stop.
Any problems getting on board?
No sweat.
Good. Now, this special operator
will be on alert for any
calls you, Pete or Julie make.
She'll slip you right through.
Okay. Anything on
the dead man yet?
Just the name in his
wallet, Carl Boothe.
Look, your bus
crosses the border
in a couple of hours.
It doesn't give you much time.
Yeah, I know.
And if you have
to go into Mexico,
be careful, huh?
Don't antagonize
the local gendarmes.
I don't want an
international incident.
I'll be Mr. Charming.
Hey, you want me to
bring you back some tacos?
No, thanks. I'll
settle for the killer.
Si, señor.
Oh! Excuse me.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Now there's another
plot down the drain.
How's that?
I was being sneaky.
Came way over this way
so I wouldn't spill on them,
and now look
what I did. I'm sorry.
It's quite all right.
Gallantry.
I thought that was a lost art.
I'm Connie Banks. You're...?
Hayes.
Linc Hayes.
Well, how do you do?
No, fellas, I'd rather not.
Come on, Connie.
Don't be a drag.
I'm not. I just
don't drink, okay?
I think I owe you this.
Is this your seat?
No, it isn't.
Then we aren't
keeping you, are we?
Now, come on, honey.
Now we need a
little life in this party.
A couple of sips of
this will make this tub
feel like a 707.
Mr. Miller, why waste
good whiskey, huh?
I just don't like it.
Now, please, just be nice.
Now, come on, now.
Why don't you just believe her?
You're asking for a
broken head, mister.
Now or later?
Three to one.
That's kinda rough.
Say, why don't you
boys try... three to two?
Now that loose mouth
might just get you
some serious lumps
one of these days, baby.
This time I didn't spill a drop.
Oh. Thank you.
You're quite a fella.
It's no big thing.
Oh, I purely am sorry.
Right clumsy of me.
No problem.
Thanks.
Well, it's better than nothing.
Greer.
Pete?
Where are you?
At the Green Hills
Music Festival.
Yeah, you see anything?
Yeah, I see a bunch of guitars.
There are three blond guys.
But they've all got their girls
and everybody seems together.
What have you got?
The dead man's
name was Carl Boothe,
probably from Arkansas.
Bought his suit in Little Rock.
We're checking it now.
And that's it, huh?
Have you heard
from Linc and Julie?
Yeah, but nothing much.
Okay, uh, the people
were talking a little while ago
about going into town
before they settle down,
so I better go see
what's happening.
Yeah, keep me posted.
All right.
♪ This is my woman ♪
♪ This is my woman ♪
♪ And I thank God for that ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ This is my woman... ♪
It's a good song.
Excitin', too.
All of it... so rich
and green and fine.
Never seen anything
like this down home.
Just muddy gray days.
Tacky.
Why here, it, it's
so pretty to look at.
It's good for your nerves, too.
I mean, the way
you came tearing off the bus.
Was somebody bugging you?
The bus is leaving.
You better hurry.
I've been to that town
before, but you haven't.
Not with that accent.
It shows, huh?
Just a little bit.
I would say, ma'am, that
it's from, uh, Tennessee...
no, how about Arkansas?
Well, give the man a cigar.
Was I really right?
Now how about that?
What part?
Fredericks Creek.
Fredericks Creek.
I don't know where that is.
Not many people do.
It's more of a... well,
a place than a town...
about 40 miles
north of Little Rock.
Well, it looks like we
both missed the bus.
My name's Pete Cochrane.
Willa.
Willa Stiles.
Hi, Willa.
Look, I'll tell you what. I
have to go make a phone call.
I'll come right back and then
we'll have something to drink...
Some coffee or
whatever you want.
But not right here, in
by the fireplace, okay?
Well, y'all don't have to.
I know I don't have
to, but I want to.
Okay?
How you doing, Holden?
Hello.
Yeah, put him through.
Pete?
No, I'm at the dead
man's apartment.
Yeah, I just located it.
It's rented in his name.
Boothe, Carl Boothe.
That should give you something.
Yeah, so did you.
I found a picture
in the luggage here.
Ash blonde, 5'3",
kind of a... kind
of a sweet face.
You mean she and Carl
Boothe were friendly?
Boothe wasn't living here alone.
I would say that is friendly.
Super-friendly.
It's a threesome.
Three beds and
three sets of clothes.
His, hers and his.
There's another cat involved?
What have you got on him?
Uh, just fingerprints.
I'll run an interstate check.
It could take a couple of days.
So where do we go from here?
You stay there while I
start checking to see how.
Carl Boothe's suit and
Little Rock, Arkansas add up.
See if you can find out
who the third roommate is
without tipping her off, huh?
Make it fast, Pete.
Time's running out.
All right. Right.
There you be.
Okay.
You're a big tipper.
I don't know why I
did that. Yes, you do.
Maybe you were a little
lonesome or troubled, right?
You know, people do
that when they get like that.
They reach out for
something, someone.
That's me, always
reaching for something.
Like excitement?
Shows that much, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Well, not too much of it in a
place like Fredericks Creek.
I can imagine.
So, what did you do?
Just wave good-bye to
Fredericks Creek in Arkansas
and say, "Hello,
Califor-ni-ay," right?
Three of us, in a '51 coupe
that blew up a hundred
miles outside L.A.
You know, you are
a lucky young lady.
You know, three
girls driving like that
in an old clunker
can be a bad scene.
Now, who got to
change the flat tires?
Me, my brother and a... friend.
Well, the last hundred miles
still could have
been a bad scene.
We hitchhiked.
They did odd jobs and I
worked some waitin' on tables.
Yeah, that does pay the rent.
I've done a lot of odd jobs
myself when times are lean.
Look, has your
brother and his friend
found anything steady yet here?
No, not yet.
Well, I would like,
um... well, I'd like to give
you guys a couple of dollars
until they find
something steady,
and then they can pay me back.
I'd just like to help.
You're nice.
Oh, but I-I don't rightly
know if we'll be stayin'.
You going back to
Arkansas? Maybe.
Reckon we never
should have left.
But Carl kept talking about it.
Carl?
Oh, the friend.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
In other words, Carl is the one
that wanted to do the traveling?
My brother and I met
him at a bar in Little Rock.
He started carrying on
about going to California.
"The place was
happening," he said.
Whatever that means.
My brother is 22 years old.
He always listens
to the wrong people.
Why, he's had his feet
six inches off the
ground all his life.
In other words,
you and your brother
were just along for
the ride with Carl, and...
what did you say your brother's
name was, I'm sorry.
I didn't say.
Greer.
Yeah, Linc, where
are you calling from?
What's all that noise?
It's proof that Orville
and Wilbur were right.
The driveshaft broke down.
We limped into a garage.
We'll probably be
here for a while.
Hey, the phone number is...
Yeah... 7125. Got it.
Any mileage on that bus?
No, just a couple
of drunken punks.
Keep me filled, huh?
Captain, you'll be
the first to know.
This means we blow
some time in Tijuana.
Looks that way.
I was thinking about staying
down there a couple of days.
You going right back to L.A.?
Haven't decided yet.
Well, when you make
up your mind, let me know.
I know a couple of
swingin' joints in TJ.
Football, huh? Yeah.
Anaheim, Azusa
or Ann Arbor?
Aberdeen.
Hey, that's great.
Always wanted to
play football myself,
but never enough
beef on the bones.
Hey, I was thinking about
staying down in Tijuana
for a couple of days.
How about you?
You going back
on that turkey truck?
Whatever I do, I do alone.
Whatever moves you, baby.
Mind if I join you?
I'm Julie.
Ed.
You look so alone
sitting up here.
Well, I, I don't sing much.
You from L.A.?
Me, too.
I just got bugged
sitting around my room,
so I decided to
take a little ride.
How about you?
How'd you find
out about this trip?
I, uh, I don't remember.
How about that?
Man asks the driver
a few questions
and his gal finds another fella.
Bill, this is Ed.
Come on, we got beer
and pretzels back there.
Do you want to come?
No, thanks.
Hey, look what I found.
Play on, mad fool.
♪ Troublin' mind and blue ♪
♪ But it won't be blue always ♪
♪ You know the sun's gonna shine
'round my back door someday ♪
♪ I'm gonna lay my head ♪
♪ On some lonesome
railroad line ♪
♪ And let the 219
pacify my troublin' mind ♪
♪ I love all you handsome men ♪
♪ You know I love
you all the same ♪
♪ Don't love none of you enough
to let you change my name ♪
♪ Troublin' mind and blue ♪
♪ But it won't be blue always ♪
♪ You know the wind's gonna
rise and blow all my blues away. ♪
Cute.
May I? Yeah.
Be careful. You
may find a gray one.
No, I like older types.
♪ See the little blond
lady frown and fret ♪
♪ He's gonna pull
her hair out yet ♪
♪ If he don't desist
with his silly play ♪
♪ She's gonna have a...
harsh thing or two to say ♪
Cool it, hillbilly!
No offense, neighbor.
Just making a
little tune or two.
Pass the time.
I don't like your lyrics.
Party's over.
Excuse me.
Surely didn't mean
to cause a fuss, Julie.
You're not mad?
Do you always apologize
for helping a girl out?
Want to sit up here and talk?
Hey, I, uh...
I got a sweet tooth.
How about you?
No, thank you.
Hey.
You'll be all right.
Julie, slow down, huh?
Where are you calling from?
I'm calling from
The Western Village.
They make movies here.
Anyway, we were just passing by
when this girl Laurie
had an appendix attack.
That's what it seems like.
So, we're waiting
for the doctor now.
Yeah, well, let me know
if anything happens, huh?
Well, I think
she'll be all right.
That's not what I meant, Julie.
All right, all right.
Keep me filled.
Bye, Captain.
Good-bye.
There you have it, folks.
That's the way they
did it in the Old West.
Now if you'll step
down here with us,
we'll give you another
little demonstration.
How's Laurie, Bill?
Well, the doctor's with her now.
Well, I'm sure
she'll be just fine.
Well, she's sure
messin' up the trip.
That's what I like: people
who care about people.
What did I say?
Well...
missed the voting.
Voting?
Yeah, doctor says
Laurie doesn't have
appendix trouble at all.
Had the flu a week back.
Didn't quite get over it.
I'm glad she's all right.
Yeah.
She sure does want
to stay with the tour,
so the kids voted to
stay here a few hours,
see if she's feelin' up to it.
Only one "no" vote.
Guess who?
Bill.
You know, you're
some kinda girl.
Pretty and...
smart.
♪ ♪
Hello, give me Operator
23 in Los Angeles, please.
This is Lincoln
Hayes in Chula Vista.
Then tell him to take it up
with the original complainant.
Look, I can't solve everything.
Greer.
Yeah, put him through.
Linc, how's your driveshaft?
It got us as far as Chula Vista.
Yeah?
Well, that's the last
stop before the border.
Don't you think I know that?
Have you got anything?
I don't know, Captain.
A couple of possibilities,
but nothing definite.
Nothing, huh?
Believe me, you'll
be the first to know.
How is he, doc?
Slight concussion.
He'll live.
All right, let's go, fella.
Thanks a lot, doc.
Learn to duck.
Yeah.
Are you sure
you're all right, Linc?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Did you see who hit you?
I think it was three of them.
After the first punch,
I was too hazy to tell.
Could you identify any of 'em?
No chance.
One of them got my wallet.
Which means they
know all about you.
Mmm-mm.
Hey, beautiful.
That means he doesn't have
to try to get off the bus, then.
You mean you didn't stop it?
No, not yet.
I've got a roadblock
set up at the border.
I was hoping you
could identify him.
No way.
What now?
I don't know.
We try a mass arrest.
He might make a break for it.
If he's carrying a weapon,
a lot of people could get hurt.
What other choice do you have?
Unless his sister could help...
You lost me.
Looks like Pete's
at the Jazz Festival
with his sister.
Now, if she'd cooperate...
Where's a phone?
Uh, where's some change?
Got a little change?
Thanks.
Thank you.
Hello, Pete?
What's happening?
Linc ran into some trouble,
got knocked around a bit.
How bad is he hurt?
Well, they shook him up
pretty good, but he's okay.
How are you doing
with that girl, Pete?
Did you get her brother's
name, description?
No, she was getting too
upset. There wasn't time.
Look, there's no more time left.
Drop the act, level with
her. We need her help.
It would be the trick
of the week to do that.
Maybe her brother
acted in self-defense.
Maybe there were some
extenuating circumstances.
I don't want to hurt
him if I don't have to.
Maybe if she can talk to him,
stop it from
getting out of hand.
All right, now how
do we go about that?
I'll send a copter
down to pick you up.
Linc will be on it.
All right. You want us to
meet you at the border?
Yes, fast as you can.
I'll set up some kind of a stall
for that bus, a vehicle
inspection... something.
What about Julie?
I'll call her right
now and tell her
she's in the clear.
And Pete, get to work
on that girl, will ya?
There's nothing else left.
Hey.
Go away, Pete, please.
Did I say something?
No.
And I just realized it.
All day all we been
talking about is me,
never once about you. Why?
And all those phone calls. Why?
Willa...
No, I don't want
to know anything.
Who you are... what you are.
Just go away, please.
Leave me alone.
I can't.
It's too late for that.
Police.
A cop.
Don't say it like that.
A cop.
That's right, who wants to
help you and your brother.
We know he killed Carl Boothe
and we don't want him
to hurt anyone else, or himself.
No. No...
No... Yes.
No! No!
Willa...
No! No! No!
It's my fault, all of
it. Don't you see?
Make me see.
We have to find your brother,
and we don't want to hurt him.
So anything you can tell
me, angel, will help him.
You mustn't hurt him.
He's... he's like
a child, a baby.
He don't even know
what to do 'less I tell him.
We don't have folks.
He can't take care of himself.
Well, I been doin'
it for a long time.
Why did he kill Carl?
Pete... everything I told
you about leaving Little Rock
and coming here...
all true.
Except... after the
car broke down...
we didn't have money
and couldn't find work.
So we held up a gas station.
It was so easy.
And exciting.
Pete... we never
hurt anyone, I swear.
I believe you.
Let's sit over here, sweetheart.
Come on.
Well, that day in
the bus station.
Carl bought me a
present at the gift counter.
A little bracelet.
Dollar, 98.
Well, I never had
no present before.
And I... I kissed Carl.
Well, it... it didn't
mean anything.
But the next thing I knew...
You mean he killed him for that?
I told you he is like a child.
He... he probably thought
I was gonna leave him.
Oh, man.
Willa, there'll be
a helicopter here
in a couple of
minutes to pick us up.
Now I'm asking you to go with
me and to identify your brother.
We don't want him to get hurt.
Maybe you can talk him
into giving himself up.
He'll be scared. He'll panic.
Well, at least you can try.
For him.
All right.
Good. Let's go.
We'll get to Tijuana a couple of
minutes before the bus arrives.
Tijuana?
That's right.
They're holding the
bus at the border.
Well, why?
He's... he's not on that bus.
What?
Well, after he killed Carl,
he was furious at
me, wouldn't even talk.
He got on the third bus.
I was afraid to follow him,
scared he might make a scene.
So I got on this one.
Willa?
Pete, I swear
he's on the bus to the desert.
Oh, my God.
That's Julie's bus.
♪ ♪
Uh, Julie?
I'm mighty sorry to
hear you're leaving.
Well, I'm sorry I have to go.
Well, I...
I sure would like it
if you was to have a hamburger
with me before you go.
Well, I...
No, uh, my treat.
Okay.
It's this way, isn't it?
No, ma'am...
That way.
Please, ma'am.
Please.
♪ ♪
Have you seen a girl
with long blonde hair?
Her name's Julie.
Julie? Sure, just...
just a few minutes ago.
She was... she was over there,
going up toward the
glade with, uh, Tom,
Tom Stiles.
No, wait. No, wait.
We better take it nice and slow.
If we come on too strong,
he could go up like a rocket.
Solid.
Tom...
I never knew there were
lady policemen, ma'am.
Look, we can talk about
this. Everything will be all right.
Please put the knife away.
I reckon if you know it,
well, everybody will know.
And then they'd...
well, I can't have that.
You understand, don't
you, ma'am? I just got to.
And then nobody will know.
Things can be like they
was with-with Willa and me.
Tom!
Well, leave her
alone, Tom, you hear?
Willa, is... is that really you?
It's... it's gonna be all right.
No!
Help me, Willa.
I will, honey.
Just give me the knife.
We'll explain everything.
Oh, no, no, no!
Well, then everybody will know!
I got to run.
I got to hide where
they'll never find me.
But she knows.
Julie knows, so...
and she'd tell.
Don't you see that?
Please, Tom, it's...
it's gonna be all right.
Captain, don't!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Willa shouldn't have kissed him.
She always said she loved me.
How could she love Carl, too?
Tom...
She shouldn't have kissed him.
If she hadn't have kissed him.
She always said she loved me.
I'm sorry.
I'm not. I'm grateful.
Pete, will I ever see you again?
You'll see me.
Take them to the car, huh?
No, no.
Tom, honey, it's
gonna be all right.
Just simmer down.
I'm gonna go with you.
What do you think's
gonna happen to them?
Well, some questions for her.
A doctor for him.
We'll do the best we can.
I think it's about
20 years too late.
Maybe a good doctor
could have saved him
from going that route in the first
place, instead of having to heal him now.
No arguments here.
Well, let's go.