Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 1, Episode 1 - The End Game - full transcript

[Man] Shut up!
What are you doing?

So we've got a
fresh party of five.

Three male, one female Caucasian and
one female black. And the troops are mean.

Everybody against
the wall. Come on!

Give 'em all the attention
they deserve. Okay.

If I don't walk out of here with
$100,000, they said they'd kill Mary.

[Gunshot]

Officer down.

[Gunshots Continue]

[Horn Honking]

Think you can handle it?

S-4 to S-1. He's not
outside the pool hall...

and not in any of the
cars parked on the street.

Negative as far as
we're concerned too.

Maybe he went in the john.

You wanna park and go
in and look? No way, man.

The last unarmed honky went
in that place was about 1937...

and they still
haven't found him.

I think that was my
old man. I hear ya.

Pep, this is a real waste of time.
By the time that girl hit the hospital,

that pimp would have been on
the milk-run flight to San Francisco.

If she doesn't die, she's gonna be
more afraid of him than she is of us.

Right. If he does leave town,

all those other players are
gonna be grabbing off his girls.

Then he'll come back six weeks from
now with no money, no flash and no broads.

Maybe we ought to hit
the Club of Universal Love.

Okay? I thought Ad
Vice closed that last week.

Hey, where they gonna
go when they get off duty?

[Laughing]

[Dispatcher On Radio] 14 to A12.
A 211 in progress. 13145 Avalon.

All units in area please
assist. Code three.

We're practically on top of it.

What do you think, Bill?

They'll probably take
us for the suspects.

[Shotgun Blasts]

Crowley, Criminal Conspiracy.
How many of them are there?

Just one, I think. But
poor Jack never had...

We'll take care of Jack. What
about the customers? I don't think so.

Clerks? Owner? All
I've seen is the shotgun.

[Shotgun Blast]

Hey, Joe, keep his head down!

Officer down.

[Gunshots Continue]

Hey, he's going out
the back door. Come on!

[Siren Wailing]

Take it easy. Just take
it easy. It's okay, Jack.

Ma'am, could you
hold me, please?

Ambulance is on the way.

Oh, so that's where
William keeps the stuff, huh?

That's for medicinal
purposes only, Joe.

Got the sniffles, Pep?

It's not funny.

No, it isn't. I'm sorry.

Pep, you're gonna have to
change out of this, ya know?

I'll change, okay?

All right.

Pep, you okay? Yeah.

Who messed up my
files? How old was he, Bill?

He was 23.

Was he married?

He had a couple of kids, yeah.

Pep, there ain't no way
you're ever gonna get used to it.

It's just a part of
the business, hon.

If it's all right with you,
could I have tomorrow off?

Okay.

There's one thing
you can be sure of.

The crooks ain't
gonna take any time off.

They'll be out there tomorrow
doing business as usual.

Step back from the cash, honey.

All of you, step back and
keep your mouths shut!

All right, everybody on this
side of the counter hit the floor.

Come on, move! Face
down. [People Murmuring]

Everybody against the
wall. Come on! Come on!

All right, everybody behind the
counter, back against the wall.

Well, move or we'll
blow your heads off!

All right, open the door,
honey. Where's the alarm?

I asked you a
question! Over there!

You stay right there.
[Buzzer Sounds]

[Opens Drawer]

Black and white! Just went by.

They go by all the
time. They do, huh?

That's probably true, but we gotta
take some insurance, just in case.

Okay, let's go. Let's
go quick and quiet.

Come on. What's the matter?

- She hit the alarm.
- Who?

Her. Stupid old bag.

Just walked up to your
desk and stepped on it.

Forget it. Come on.

Forget nothing. Forget nothing.

[People Screaming]

[Man] Bill, Pepper.
Sorry we're late, sir.

I asked Styles and
Royster to be here.

Yeah, well, they're writing up a
report on their court appearance...

and the deputy
chief's waiting for it.

All right. I wanted all
your people to be here...

because I wanted to tell you that they
didn't identify themselves in any way.

They carried off the whole operation
with almost military precision.

Anything about the girl? No.

I suppose they've still got
her or they've deep-sixed her.

[Phone Ringing]

Graumann. Oh, fine.

Did you run down
the license plates?

Well, freeze it. We'll
send down some

investigators and ask
for a team from S.I.D.

Okay.

Well, we got one
thing on our side.

Harbor Division Patrol thinks
they found the holdup car.

License plates through the
Department of Motor Vehicles,

and they say the car was
stolen about 1:50 today.

So we've got a stolen car, but
they may have cleaned it up.

Masuda, Fernandez,
get down there.

The M.O. is distinctive,

but nothing seems
to pop into my head...

that ties it in with anybody
that's operative right now.

Johnson?

I do know a couple of black
ladies that used to hold up banks,

but they are now deeply involved in
the rehabilitation program at Corona.

I don't know of any black lady that
tied in recently with four bad whites.

So, as you say, the
M.O. is distinctive.

So we've got a
fresh party of five.

Three male, one female
Caucasian and one female black.

Now, the leader is smart
and the troops are mean.

So give them all the
attention they deserve.

Okay.

[Car Departing]

Did they make any references among
themselves as to why they robbed the bank?

I don't quite follow you.

What I mean is,

if they robbed it to gain funds for
some political organization or cause,

they'd come away
on kind of a high.

Usually they can't help boasting about
it. They'd make references to the bank...

as a capitalistic institution, maybe
the police as pigs, things like that.

No, nothing like that.

Let's get back to
the robbery, Joanne.

You said the only time
you saw their faces...

was that brief period before
they blindfolded you, right?

Yes.

When they transferred
you from car to car,

did they walk you very far?

No.

Did you hear them
talking about anything?

No.

I do remember going
up and down ramps.

Yeah, they changed
cars in a parking garage.

Joanne, I have some pictures here
that were taken at the time of the robbery.

I want you to look at them. See
if you can identify anybody there.

That must have been taken
just before she shot Mrs. Carter.

Hmm.

Well, that's certainly
the other one.

She's really
beautiful, isn't she?

Oh, yeah, she's a winner.

Joanne, tell me now.
Did you ever see either

one of these girls
in the bank before?

No.

- You sure?
- I can't say
they never were in.

I just don't remember
seeing them.

What about him?

No.

Okay. I guess that's
it for the time being.

Joanne, could I see you for
a couple of minutes alone?

You don't mind, do you, Bill?

Thanks very much, Joanne.
Hope you feel better. Okay.

Is there anything you need? I'd be
happy to go down to the drugstore...

No, I'll be going home pretty
soon, but thank you anyway.

Joanne, you said that aside from
holding the gun on you in the bank...

and pushing you around and transferring
you from car to car, they never hurt you.

No, they didn't.

Is that true?

No.

Do you wanna tell me about it?

Before they put me
in the second car,

one of the men raped me.

I fought back as
hard as I could.

I know you did.

Joanne, you weren't blindfolded
when he did it, were you?

No. How did you know that?

Because I'm a cop, and I
could tell by your reactions...

that you knew what at least
one of the men looked like.

This... rape thing...

I mean, it doesn't have
to come out, does it?

You know, some people...

And I'd never
hear the end of it.

It might have to
come out in court later,

but for now, it's
between you and me.

Where were the other two men?

In the second car, I guess.

He took me down to the beach...

so I didn't see either
them or the cars.

What did the man look like?

He was tall, he had dark hair...

and I'd say he weighed...

He was ugly!

What were the girls
doing while it happened?

They watched.

Good morning, honey. Hi.

Is your mommy home?

Sure.

Hey, what's wrong
with the skates?

I left them outside all
night, and they're wet.

Oh, no, then we just have to fix
them for you. Now, come along with us.

Are you Jehovah's Witnesses?

[Laughing] No, sweetheart,
we're not Jehovah's Witnesses.

[Boy Grunts]

[Man] Mary, I'll see you later.

[Boy Grunting] What are you
doing? Who the hell are you?

Mr. Elliott, don't move. Keep
your voice down and remain calm.

Do you understand? Yes.

Now we're gonna go into the house and
I'm gonna explain the exact details to you.

Meanwhile, for the
sake of your neighbors,

we're gonna act like
we're old buddies, okay?

Come on.

You wanted to see me, Sam?

Now, look, I know Mary wants a
bigger house, but is this the way?

Leland, did you happen to notice a
blonde girl over by the writing tables?

No, but... She and four other people
came to the house this morning.

If I'm right, she's the one
who used the shotgun...

on that assistant cashier
at Milford Savings. Oh, no.

There's also a man
in the parking lot.

Originally he was wearing a stocking mask,
but they blindfolded me on the way here.

Now he's got tape across
his nose, dark glasses...

and some kind of yachting cap.

Why don't I go over to
the phone, hit an alarm?

Don't do anything, please. If I
don't walk out of here with $100,000,

they said they'd kill
Mary... and the kids.

Yeah, but...

All right. What do
you want me to do?

Well, I'm walking out of here.

If anybody's really curious,
you take them aside,

you tell them what I told
you, but stress the fact...

that my life and the
life of my family...

depends on nobody notifying
anybody until this horror is over.

Okay. Now, when will I know?

I'll call you... or Mary will.

Or maybe the police will.

[Sighs]

What do you call
that? Rolling the chip.

Could I do it? Yeah, maybe.

Hey, Sandi, you got to
hold together, sweetheart.

You ever get the wind knocked
out of you when you're playing?

Yes.

Did you let anybody
know about it? No.

Why?

Because you wanted to keep
on playing the game. Right?

I guess so.

Well, that's what life is.

You get the wind knocked
out of you time after time,

but you just won't quit because you
don't want to stop playing the game.

[Car Doors Opening]

Come on, kids. Your
daddy's home. Into the kitchen.

Inside. Go. Daddy! Daddy!

Okay, you all did a good job. Does
that mean you're through with us now?

Yes, ma'am. We're gonna leave you and
the kids here and take Mr. Elliott with us.

Not after all that you
put us... It's all right, Mary.

I kind of expected that.

We'll call you in about a half an hour
to tell you where you can pick him up.

That is, provided there are
no sirens in the neighborhood...

and we don't see any detective
cars parked by freeway entrances.

Okay?

All right, let's go.

Mr. Elliott, the longer we take
here, the longer before you get home.

Thanks for letting
me have that moment.

What do you think
we are, animals?

Ladies.

The man who did most of
the talking was well dressed.

He could have
been in his early 40s.

Did he have an accent? No, none.

What's keeping them?

- Nothing could have
gone wrong, could it?
- How do you mean?

Sam called. They were to pick
him up. Why aren't they here?

Mrs. Elliott, we'll get
him back to you. It's okay.

Look, I wanna
ask you a question.

While your children
were in the other room,

you were alone with these
men for a couple of hours, right?

- Right.
- Did anybody make
any advances to you?

No.

Nothing at all? Nothing.

They hardly talked to me.
They watched television mostly.

Did they seem familiar
with the programs?

No. They were trying to get
a ball game from back East.

They were flipping the remote.

Wherever they're from, the
channel numbers must be different.

What are you doing,
Jimmy? This was hers.

You're sure?

I'm sure. She was fooling
with it between her fingers.

Like this?

Hey, where'd you
learn to do that?

Cop school.

Your daddy's home.

[Door Opens, Closes]

What's to say they didn't
just stop by Vegas on the way?

Nothing, except they do
have girl dealers in Vegas,

and if they were just passing through,
she would have cashed in her chips.

You made your point. Besides, none
of the money has showed up locally.

One credit.

[Phone Ringing]

Crowley. Yeah, I've been
expecting the call. Where?

Okay, we'll get a team out. Yeah,
and thank them for their cooperation.

Orange County sheriff's deputies just
found the getaway car in Seal Beach.

[Dialing] William.

I think we've got
it. The ball game?

Right. Take a look.

Mrs. Elliott said the two
guys at the house were

having trouble finding
a ball game back East.

Las Vegas and here. Right?

At 10:20 you could
start picking up the game

between the Mets and
Reds on channel four.

But in Vegas the network outlet is channel
nine, which is local programming here.

So, to be hitting the
remote at the Elliott house,

they probably had
to hit nine, 11, 12, 13

before they found what
they were looking for.

Sure, sure. Okay.

Pep, I want you to get Las
Vegas Intelligence on the tube.

Wire photo them everything we've
got in the way of physical evidence...

Photos, sketches, M.O.
reports, whatever we've got.

Okay. Also notify the Bureau to
start working on it from their end.

Okay. And, Pep.

Mm-hmm. Remember, with
Vegas it's always a gamble.

Seal Beach is in
Orange County, right?

But it's not that far away.

They could have doubled back on
the freeway and taken a plane out,

the way they did the first time.

If that's what they
did the first time.

This morning we started off with
two chances... slim and none at all.

I guess it's too early
to hear anything yet.

I'm gonna make a call.

I was just gonna check in. You're checked
in. Susie, how about a little service?

What'll it be? Three hot teas.

Three hot teas? Three hot teas.

Starting to get very interesting
feedback out of Vegas. Great.

They've seen our Teletypes on the
robberies and the suspect descriptions,

but so far it means nothing
to their bank robbery detail.

All right. Now,

they ran the whole package
through the Nevada C.I.I.

And they came up with a
possible match on a bank robbery...

in Carson City nine months ago.

Is that the one where they took
the young bank cashier at his home?

Dropped him off later in the
desert after they'd hit the bank.

Only there weren't five; there were
four. There was no white girl involved.

But one of the men
did rape the wife...

while they were waiting for the
man to come home with 61,000.

Did they get an I.D. on any
of them? That's the good part.

They picked up a young
guy catching a flight

out of Vegas and
hummed him in overnight.

He fits the wife's
description, only she couldn't...

or wouldn't pick him out of a
lineup, so they had to kick him loose.

Can we get his picture?

We're gonna check with
the McCormack girl again,

and if she says this is
the guy who raped her,

then you and I are
taking a flight to Vegas.

Hey, Ben, what does the
name John Fenner mean to you?

He's an old flyboy gone sour.

I think he made it as far as lieutenant
colonel before they cashiered him.

- On what charge?
- Theft. He took everything
but a plane.

He ended up as a pit
boss on the Strip for a while.

- How about George Collins?
- Uh-uh.

The manager says they
keep rooms 318 and 319.

They're very friendly
with Chambers.

The only one he's
seen tonight is Collins.

Collins went out and came back a little
bit ago with some papers and groceries.

They must be a little tired
out after a hard day's work.

You wanna get into it?

You wanna do the honors, Steve?

You people made the case.

It's your hometown.

Lawrence Chambers,

Karen Wilson, Laurette Blake,

John Fenner, George Collins.

This is the Las Vegas
Metro Police Department.

We have warrants
for your arrest.

Come out one at a time with
your hands over your heads.

This is a second and
final order to surrender.

Lawrence Chambers, Karen Wilson,

- Laurette Blake, John Fenner.
- [Gunshots]

Freeze, turkey!

[Whistles] Well, it
looks like every cent of it.

I don't get it.

Why didn't the others come back here
with him, and why did he come back?

[Dog Whimpering]

He came back because of his dog.

[Shower Running]

[Phone Ringing]

Hello.

Yes, Johnny.

Wha... How do you know?

But how? How could they?

I don't know. I called him to find out
what plane he was taking in the morning...

and a strange voice came
on the other end, so I hung up.

I called his sister.
She was hysterical.

But her husband tells me it's all over
the Strip, even on late-night TV in Vegas.

- Who was it?
- Could be all of them I guess...

F.B.I., Vegas P.D., maybe even
some of the people from here.

Oh. They used a bullhorn and they
called out every one of our names.

Oh, my God. What
are we gonna do?

Okay. Now, we're gonna
get by. You just listen to me.

Stay in your rooms, keep
calm and wait for me to call you.

Okay? Yeah, okay.

All right, Johnny.

What is it?

They got George at the Falcon.

There were cops all over the
place and they blew him apart.

[Crowley] Graumann fed the sum
total of the information we've gotten...

from the two local hits and the
one in Carson City into "Patrick" here.

Now, in this machine's
informed opinion,

there are 14 possible
places they may hit.

Six of them are in
the downtown area,

six of them in the western or beach
section and two of 'em are in the Valley.

They're all to be
staked out? Correct.

Which one do we get to
cover and why? This one.

Because it's
"Patrick's" first choice.

Well, good morning.

Now, did somebody
explain everything to you?

Yes, they did. Is that a
Southern accent I detect?

No, that's a slight
West Texas accent.

Southwest Texas.

You don't look
like a banker to me.

You don't look like
a policeman to me.

I'll go get my billy club.

Ah, good morning. Good morning.

Thank you kindly.

How's trainee Styles doing?

Well, to tell you the truth, he doesn't
seem to have much interest in the work,

and not much in
the way of aptitude.

I was concentrating
on something else.

That's kind of a shame,
'cause we were hoping

he'd get to like it
and quit the force.

Look, William. That's the last straw.
From here on in, you're on your own.

I've been holding him up for
years, and this is the thanks I get.

He's a real holdup artist.

[Chuckles]

We may be down
to two pretty soon...

'cause Styles ain't
cutting it as a teller.

Oh, I thought it might be you
running off with Miss Texas over there.

She is awful cute,
isn't she? She's a doll.

I just might let her run me
back to Amarillo with her.

What have we got here?

"Dear Clint Eastwood,

"although you refused to answer
my telephone calls and letters,

I still feel..."

What happened to your
romance with Paul Newman?

Down the drain. Just like
the one with Gregory Peck.

You have interesting friends.

What's the matter?

I'm not a complainer, right?

You have your moments.

This is one of them.

Playing sitting ducks for those
shotgun freaks is kind of creepy.

I don't mind telling you, this
is not my favorite assignment.

Can you spare it? I've heard about
the meat shortage, but this is ridiculous.

Lady, those patties
are made up with other

hands. If they were
mine, there'd be no meat.

Man, my feet are killing me.

You might know, the good
white folks get the sit-down jobs.

[Pepper] Well,
don't worry about it.

Royster's so tired, he's home soaking
his feet and worrying about sunstroke.

You know what I've been thinking?
That little blonde's 27 years old.

I wonder how she'd like to spend
a weekend in San Francisco...

with an affectionate and
free-spending man of the world.

Well, if that's what she's
got in mind, that lets you out.

Two days, 14 branches,
86 men. Nothin'.

Sure. They know they're hot. But they
may still want to make another strike.

Mm-hmm. Thinking
we may back off.

- Exactly.
- What's the rest of it?

Metro has a vice
presidential visit coming up.

They'll give us two days.

But, Sid, they lost 100,000
when we got George Collins.

They must've had an
alternate hit in mind.

I say they'll make it and then
they'll go someplace to cool off.

I just got through saying the same
thing in the commander's office.

And he said, "Two more days."

Two more days.

Here's some coffee for
you, Pep. Beats troubles.

Mr. Slater? Yes.

Is that a new girl?

No, that's Anne St.
Clair. She was off for

a couple of days because
of family problems.

Want me to introduce you?

No, I can do that.

Excuse me. Oh.

I'm Pepper Anderson. I don't
know if you've been briefed...

Oh, yes, I do know. My friend,
Margie, explained everything.

Good. Now, chances
are nothing will happen,

but if it does, follow
the instructions exactly.

Oh, well, that seems
simple enough.

Now, if you want me to look
scared, I'm sure I can manage that.

You and me both. These are
the four people we're looking for.

I've seen her, the black girl.

Here in the bank?
Mmm, let me think.

Customer? No.

Maybe she came in
to cash a check. No.

Yes! That's it. New accounts.

Uh, do you think you
can handle it today?

What? This? Look.

I'm gonna resign the force, come
back here and be a big-time bank teller.

You seem to deal with a nicer
class of people here. [Chuckles]

[Clears Throat] Excuse
me a moment, please.

Ah.

Oh, here it is. She did
come in a few days ago.

I took her application, but I almost threw
it out because none of it checked true.

The 16th. That's the day
before they hit Patriot Savings.

Does that mean... It could.

Excuse me. Miss Hewett,
have you seen Crowley?

Bill?

Yeah, Pep, what
can I do for you?

Laurette Blake was in
this bank on the 16th.

She filled out a
phony application.

Royster here. Fenner and
Chambers just entered the bank.

It's going down.

[Man] That's a roger, Pete. The
girls were dropped off in front.

S-7 to Control. It's
happening at Western Mutual.

Control. That's a
roger. We'll send in

additional units and copy
to Robbery-Homicide.

Good morning. Yeah, good morning.
Come on. Back against the wall!

Everybody back against
the wall! Get back!

[Woman] You too! Come
on! Move! [People Murmuring]

All right, that goes
for you people too.

You step back against
the wall. You don't pick

up anything, you don't
touch anything. Move!

Open it. Open it!

Get back. Get back.

[Phone Ringing]

Yeah, you know me,
don't you, bright eyes?

Uh, no. I mean, I'm not sure.

Be sure.

I did a whole number for
you a couple of days ago.

But relax. I'm only gonna
make one withdrawal.

Yeah, I just sat down
right here and I...

How come you got my applica...

[Shotgun Blast]
That'd be very foolish.

[People Screaming]

[Robbers Chattering]

Fenner?

It's all over.

It's all over, Fenner!
Slide that gun out!

[Groans]

Slide that gun out!

Now, come to the center of the door
with your hands locked on top of your head.

I said on top of your head.

Down on your knees.

Cuff him.

How is it, Joe? It hurts
like hell, but I'll live.

We'll get you out of here in a
minute. Hang in there, buddy.

Pep?

Is Joe okay?

He's too... He's too
ornery to get hurt bad.

[Sighing]

Take it easy, kid.

Something like this
doesn't happen every day.

Maybe...

someday,

sometime,

I'll be able to accept that.