Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 3, Episode 16 - Shadow of a Doubt - full transcript
- Tell Milo no, I won't do it.
- Milo won't like that.
- What did the review
board measure today?
29 something?
- 29 feet, eight inches.
- And she missed, twice.
(gun fires)
- She was down, yes.
- She was dying!
- All right, she was dying.
- It's all right, my friend.
- She was decent until you
started messing with her.
- Joe Styles is a murderer.
Murderer!
(sirens wail)
(upbeat orchestral music)
(car horn honks)
- Cynthia,
you get home early, you hear?
- If I can, of course, Harold.
Goodbye, Harold.
Take care.
- And what the hell is that
supposed to mean, huh?
- Bye.
(door shuts)
(suspenseful music)
- Well, I'm just going to
start right in this area here
and then work up.
- Yeah, hey,
there's a good taco stand
right there on that corner.
You won't find (mutters).
- A map.
- Normally there's.
- How nice.
I hear Yosemite's
beautiful this time of year.
- That's a real
picture postcard.
In the meantime, how
do you feel about cruising
the south side with
Peter here tonight?
- Only got postcards there.
- Well no, but we'll
drop you a wire.
"Dear Crowley, thanks a lot."
- So long as you sign
it with love, sweetheart.
- How else?
- Hey gang.
- Hi, Cynthia.
- Hey!
- Joe.
- Greetings!
- Hi.
How you doing, Pepper?
Hi, fellas.
Hey, don't tell me peace
has broken out somewhere.
- No, but it's been
pretty quiet since that big
pharmaceutical ripoff.
How do you like working
with this nutty bunch, Cynthia?
- Oh, fine.
- Yeah, okay,
listen Joe, Cynthia.
Take the same neighborhood.
Nobody knows it
better than you guys.
Sooner or later, some
of that demerol or speed
has got to show up.
- Unless it's gone.
I mean, you know, out
of town or something.
- Yeah, well,
until we know better, let's
just assume it's still here.
Go ahead and check
in at 10 o'clock, okay?
- Okay.
- All right, have fun.
- Bye.
- And how about you, sarge?
What lovely part of the city
do you plan to cover tonight?
- Well, I thought maybe I
might start down around
Restaurant Row and then work
myself up to the music center.
How does that sound?
- You would.
- Sure,
I like to see what
those highfalutin,
what they do when
they get together.
- Uh-huh.
What you want is a free
steak and and a zaftig ballerina.
- You'll be the first
to know, honey.
To tell you the
truth, I'd do anything
to get free tickets
to A Chorus Line.
See ya later.
- Hey, we're going for a ride.
- Sure, not to agree with you.
- The old place doesn't
seem to have changed much,
except I hear that part of the
old crowd has moved away.
Something the matter?
- Hmm?
Oh no.
Look, I have to find a
phone in about 10 minutes.
Might be something, you know?
- You got a snitch?
- Yeah.
- Hey, you guys in narcotics
use it more than we do.
It's kind of hard to build
up a decent list, isn't it?
- Yeah, good clean fun, huh?
- Heavy security it looks like,
pharmacies, doctors, dentists.
And you know, there
aren't an awful lot of drugs
in any one office or on a
whole floor for that matter.
But still, they
hit them I guess.
They go for whatever
they can get, huh?
- What's up?
- He wants to meet
in the alley off 85th and Clark.
- Did he say when?
- As soon as we can get there.
- Okay, let's not
keep the man waiting.
(car starts)
(suspenseful music)
- Joe.
Wait.
Let me go in alone.
I don't want to scare him.
Okay?
- [Joe] Be careful,
I'll back you up.
(suspenseful music)
- Georgie?
- Over here.
(dramatic music)
What's up?
- Tell Milo no, I won't do it.
- Milo won't like that.
(gun fires)
(upbeat dramatic music)
(guns fire)
(trash cans clatter)
(dramatic music)
- Cynthia?
Cynthia?
Cynthia, why?
Why didn't you let me handle it?
- It's all right, my friend.
It's all right.
(dramatic music)
- That's it, she didn't
seem to be hurting.
She just said, "It's
all right, my friend."
I shouldn't have let
her go in there alone.
- Oh come on, Joe.
She asked you to do it.
Here's some coffee.
- She's right, Joe.
I mean, it was her meeting.
Obviously, something
went wrong with the snitch.
Pep, read the rundown
on the snitch, will you?
- George Laforde, age 33.
Six drug busts in
the last 20 months.
Did time.
One to six in Leavenworth,
out in 18 months.
One to 10, Folsom.
Out in 22 months.
Suspected of pushing, but
Narcotics gave him a pass
for over year.
- Captain Wilson, they said
that this girl's been working
with this guy, Laforde,
for a long time, Joe.
Tonight he was obviously
high on something.
- Better go see her
husband before he hears it
from somebody else.
- I'll go along with you.
(distant phone rings)
- We'll come along, Joe.
- (mutters) will
want a statement.
- I got a statement.
- What's the story about
you and Cynthia Martin
once being involved?
- Come on, they got nothing
to say to you, give
him a break will you?
Give him a break.
Joe, come on.
- Joe Styles is a murderer!
He's a murderer!
(loud smack)
He's a murderer!
- Joe.
- [Martin] Murderer!
- I'm sorry.
- [Pepper] Would you
please leave them alone?
Let them have their privacy?
- It wasn't Joe's fault, Martin.
It was nobody's fault.
- What do you mean, man?
Nobody thought it was his?
It was his.
You know, you
always wanted my wife
but you could never get her,
so you went out.
- Would you shut up?
- Got to believe me now.
There was nothing between
Cynthia and me, nothing.
- I don't believe you.
You understand?
I don't believe you!
(Martin laughs)
(phone rings)
- Hi, honey.
(phone rings)
Joe?
You okay?
(phone rings)
Pete, what's happening?
- I better answer that phone.
Yeah, hello?
Pete.
Bill, yeah, right.
All right, I'll tell him.
That was Bill.
He just got orders to
transfer you to office duty.
- What?
- I'll tell you about it.
Did he say for how long?
- Just as long as it takes
to a point of review board
and make a decision.
I'm going to make some coffee.
- Come on, honey.
Let's sit down.
- I'll get the coffee.
- This is standard
procedure here.
- Okay, two, three, four.
That's too close, close.
Now Joe, let's go through
this one more time, huh?
Now you came
up in that direction.
How many shots do you
think had already been fired?
- Three.
- Three.
That's two from
Cynthia Martin's gun
and one from the
assailants gun, right?
- That's right.
- In that order?
- That's right.
- All right.
So how many shots did the
assailant fire at you then, Joe?
- [Joe] Two, maybe three.
I'm not sure.
- And then you fired
three shots back,
is that correct, Joe?
- Yes.
- Did you aim at
the gun flashing?
- Just to the right of it,
the way they teach you
at the academy.
Works fine unless it's a
left hander shooting at you.
- How many feet did
he say he measured
between the two bodies?
What was the measurement?
- 29 feet,
eight inches.
Cynthia missed clean both times.
- Okay, so that about does us.
- See ya later.
- Hey,
one more thing, Joe.
Ballistics is going to
have to test your guns.
- Why is that?
- To compare the bullet
with the one that killed
the assailant.
Can I have it?
(suspenseful music)
Thank you.
Pepper, Crowley.
- See you later.
- Well, I guess
Internal Affairs is next.
- 11 o'clock, right?
- Keep your head up, Joe.
(suspenseful music)
(paper crinkles)
- I hope IAD fries
your butt, Styles.
- Back off me, Burroughs.
(locker slams)
- On a lot of our
minds, brother.
Al Martin was my partner
and his wife was a decent cop.
At least she was decent until
you started messing with her.
- Until I did what?
- Al says you,
you put your dirty hands on her.
(Burroughs slams into locker)
- [Joe] All right, come on.
Anybody else?
Huh, come on, anybody else?
- Hey, hey, Joe, Joe!
Time to settle down now.
What's the matter with you?
What about the rest of you guys?
You got something to do?
Let's skedaddle, all right?
(suspenseful music)
- It also says here on the
shooter review board report
that you were positive
about Officer Martin's
firing first.
Twice before the
return fire that killed her.
Is that correct?
- Yes.
- When you first
saw Officer Martin,
she had been mortally wounded.
Is that right?
- I didn't know that
at the time.
- Just answer the question.
- She was down, yes.
- She was dying!
- All right,
she was dying.
- Investigator Styles
states he then made sure
the assailant was dead
before his next move,
which was to go to
the AF officer, Martin.
Now why did you do that?
- To make sure he wouldn't
be doing anymore shooting.
- At you or Officer Martin?
- At both.
- Is it true that you and
Officer Martin knew each other
in high school, that you
both dated together a number
of times before both of
you married other people?
- Yes.
- And that you continued
to see her after her
marriage to Harold Martin.
- We were friends,
the three of us.
And if you continue
this line of questioning,
I swear to you, I'll
exercise my rights.
- Perhaps you don't realize that
from the IAD's point of
view, you have no rights
at this time.
- The right I had in
mind is, I have one man
to flatten another who
is deliberately impugning
his honor and integrity.
- Impugning?
That has a nice ring
to it, Investigator Styles.
I hope you don't intend
on becoming physical.
Think of how that would
look on your record.
- This is just a
preliminary discussion
as far as we've gone
unless there's any part of
your story you want to change?
- No.
- All right, please keep
yourself available at all times.
Make sure your immediate
superiors know how to reach you
at any hour of the day or night.
- Joe, how did it go?
- Oh, all I can
say is I feel guilty
until I can prove I'm innocent.
Frankly old buddy, I don't
know how to go about doing it.
- Joe, Bill, look at these.
Cynthia's shooting scores
for the last couple of months.
(distant phone rings)
- Every shot's in the black.
- Mm-hmm.
- At 75 feet.
- What did the review
board measure today?
29 something?
- 29 feet, eight inches.
- And she missed, twice.
- Well, it looks like we
got a couple things to do.
We gotta have her gun
checked for accuracy.
We're going to be there when
they post the body, autopsy.
- Why an autopsy?
- To see if she was
on something, Joe.
- She wasn't a user.
- Oh?
- Well, as far as I know.
- I know we don't need
Martin's permission,
but it would be best if we
tell him, don't you think?
- What, the autopsy?
Yeah, yeah.
It's a good idea.
You want to go see him now?
- Yeah.
Joe?
- I'll wait in the car.
- [Bill] Come on.
- Look, for a while, the both
us went out with Cynthia.
She fell in live with Harold
and they got married.
I was the best man.
- But you stayed friends?
- Yeah, then I met
Harriet and we got married
and he was my best man.
After the kids came
along, we didn't see much
of each other.
We didn't have time.
Then Harold left, of
course, to join the Marines.
- So he was wounded early?
- Yeah, but he recovered
and he passed the physical
to return to active
duty on the force,
but he decided not to.
- You know why?
- I don't know.
We never talked about it.
(birds chirp)
(car doors slam)
- You are out of your mind, man.
Do you now what you're saying?
- Harold, we checked
Cynthia's shooting scores.
She was an expert.
- So, she was an expert?
- She missed by a
foot-and-a-half at close range
and that couldn't have happened
unless there was something
wrong with her.
- Or wrong with her gun!
- Okay, they're
checking that out.
But I got to tell you Harold,
if that comes back okay,
then they got to do an autopsy.
I'm sorry.
- So why you telling me, huh?
You gonna do it anyway.
Why you coming in
here and twisting a knife
in my guts, huh?
- Because we all loved Cynthia.
We loved her.
It's just common courtesy
that we wanted to come by
and tell you.
- Harold, we'll
be in touch, okay?
Pep.
- Wait a minute,
now wait a minute.
Now you listen to me.
You leave her alone.
Please, leave her alone.
I mean, Cynthia never took
nothing for no type of pain,
not even aspirin and man,
you gonna now to cut her?
It's no good.
Tell me one thing.
Why ain't that Joe
Styles here, huh?
Yeah, I tell you why.
Because he's
responsible, that's why!
If it wasn't for him, my
wife would still be alive.
- He's outside in the
car and it wasn't his fault.
He'd like to tell
you that himself
if you'd let him.
- You want him to come in?
- No, no, no!
Now you get out, both of you.
You too.
(flute music)
- Awfully sorry, Harold.
(flute music)
- [Man On Phone] Yeah?
- Where the hell have you been?
This is the 10th
time I tried to get you.
- [Man On Phone] Who is this?
- Martin, Harold Martin.
I got to see Milo and I
got to see him right now.
- [Man On Phone] Hang on.
- [Dispatcher] 12-190 to 12-150.
- Go ahead, 90.
- [Dispatcher] 12-150.
That weapon you had checked
for accuracy, the report is in.
Do you want it now?
- Yeah, let's have it.
- [Dispatcher]
Positive all the way.
Alignment in rifling perfect.
Bench firing, 97% at 25 yards.
- Roger, 90.
(upbeat music)
- All right.
And I know that Georgie
Laforde was getting it from you.
He was your man.
- Yeah, what if he was?
- Well, he was my wife's
only source for the demerol
and now,
and now they're both dead
and you just got to help me,
Milo, man.
You really got to help me, man.
- Come on, Harold.
All right, there's
two questions.
What happened the other
night, everything was set.
- I don't know.
I ain't got no idea.
They had a beef, maybe.
- Mm-hmm.
Question number two,
why should I help you?
I don't owe you a damn thing.
- I helped you some!
On jobs.
And I'll do it
again if you want.
- I don't want.
You're not reliable,
no junkie is.
- Listen, Milo!
I need man, I need bad.
- (laughs) It's expensive.
- Okay, I'll pay you when I can.
- No, not good enough!
- No!
Now listen to me, I'm
through with begging.
You understand that?
Man, if you turn me
down, I will blow the whistle
all over you.
You know, yeah.
Now see, the cops
are listening to me.
You know that.
- (laughs) You would do
that to me and Cynthia?
- Only if I have to, Milo.
Please, please (sobs)!
- (laughs) Come on, now.
I was only kidding.
You know that.
(Martin laughs)
- Thanks Milo, man.
You'll never regret this, man.
Thanks (laughs)!
You will never
regret it (laughs).
- Hey Willie, he said
I wouldn't regret it.
Make sure I don't.
- [Pepper] He okay?
- Yeah, he's napping.
Joe too.
Boy, they got quiet up there.
Pepper, what are you
doing here this time of day?
- Well,
maybe it's none of my
business and you can tell me so,
but well,
I know that you've read
about Joe and Cynthia,
what everybody's read.
- Yeah, so what are
you trying to say?
- I'm not sure how
much Joe brings home
of shop talk.
Our work gets pretty
dull sometimes, but,
well, we were
together on a stakeout
not too long ago.
I don't know how it came
up, but he started talking
about you, meeting
you, marrying you.
I forget his exact words,
but he said something like,
"You know Pepper?
"When I open that door and
see that beautiful and good wife
"and I hold her in
my arms, then I know
"I've finally made it."
he said, "Man, then I found
out what real happy is."
He loves you very much.
- Pepper, I think you
should leave now.
That's about the first
time since this whole thing
started happening.
I think I'm going
to start crying.
- Harriet?
Joe didn't have anything
going with Cynthia.
(phone rings)
I could say I gave up
the office, but I won't.
- Pep?
- Yeah?
- Harold Martin just turned up,
dead.
Bullet through the
back of his head.
(suspenseful music)
- Sometime between
five and 8:00 p.m.
Wrists bound behind
him, one bullet.
Hit in the back
of the head, .45.
Death was instantaneous.
- Doc, listen.
What he murdered
where his body was found?
- No, no, the body was moved
from wherever the homicide
occurred to the city dump.
There's another thing, Crowley.
Martin's sister was so full
of demerol that it probably
would have killed any normal
person of this size and weight.
- Demerol?
- He's an addict.
Of course, there's no
way I can tell for how long,
but my guess would
be a number of years.
- Doc?
What about the autopsy
on Cynthia Martin?
- Well, no evidence
of drugs whatsoever.
Not even alcohol.
No, officer Martin
wasn't under the influence
of any chemical or
medication at the time of death.
- Okay, doc.
Thanks very much.
- Crowley.
- Harold Martin was
wounded in the war, right?
- That's exactly
what I was thinking.
- And from there, he was
taken to a field hospital
where the would was
treated thoroughly.
No sign of infection.
The medication was tetracycline
and demerol.
Excuse me,
I'm sorry.
Demerol administered
intravenously.
No, here it is.
Recuperation 14 weeks in
a San Diego Naval hospital.
Released 10, November, 1973
with a strong
recommendation that he enroll
in the Federal Methadone
Rehabilitation Program.
- But he was addicted, right?
- Well, I don't come
right out and say it,
but that's what it means.
- What about the methadone?
Any record of his
taking the program?
- Mm, yeah.
And not until
February 1974 though.
He came in the clinic
and asked for it himself.
Six weeks, apparent cure.
No, no, wait, wait, no.
He was back in February, 1975.
Dropped out after
three treatments.
- And he's never
been back since?
- No.
- Nice place.
- Yeah.
- You know, soldiers' homes
are over there, you know.
- Oh.
- I played many a
baseball game on this lot.
- Baseball?
What position?
- Tailback.
- Oh, oh you.
- You're about a million
miles away, aren't you?
Where were you just now?
- Yeah, was back in
that alley with Cynthia.
You know something?
That Georgie
Laforde who shot her.
- Yeah?
- He wasn't just her snitch.
I think he was her connection.
- Say, that's very possible,
very possible.
So she got her
demerol for Harold.
- More and more, all along
until she probably
couldn't take it anymore.
I know I couldn't.
She was an expert.
Even if Laforde was
moving, at that distance,
there is no way she
could have missed him
except on purpose.
- What you're talking
about is a thought I had
in the back of my mind.
We're talking
about suicide, right?
- Yeah.
- But there's no way
that Internal Affairs
or anybody else
is going to buy that.
You know that.
- We can prove Harold
Martin was an addict.
- That's not evidence.
It would only be evidence if
Harold Martin could testify.
It's a little late for that.
- All right, what
if we could find
the Georgie Laforde source?
Then maybe we could find
Harold's killer.
- Yeah.
Still not going to
help Joe an inch.
- And it didn't bother you
that they were assigned
to work together?
- No, should it have?
- Even though you
know your husband
had probably had an affair
before you and your
husband were married?
- I never knew any such thing.
- Surely you must
have suspected it.
Cynthia Martin was a
very attractive woman.
- She was also my friend.
You know, you're
being very insulting.
- Does Joe,
Investigator Styles, ever
talk in his sleep, ma'am?
- Now how the hell would I
know if he talks in his sleep?
I never slept with him.
- Neither of you ever took a
little nap while out on duty?
You deserve commendations.
- Oh, really?
You know what you deserve?
Let me tell you something.
I would be content,
no, that's not true.
I would be delighted if
Joe Styles was my partner
until the day I retire.
You know what I mean?
I trust him with my life.
- So did Cynthia Martin.
- And that's about
all I can tell you.
Joe is a very dear
man and his wife
is one of my closest friends.
I don't see how you could
possibly get me to say
anything malicious
about the entire family.
To be honest with you,
may be honest with you?
- Oh sure, of course.
- Your technique is lousy.
Insult and or accusation
is pretty tired, you know.
I've often wondered
how they pick you
over at Internal Affairs?
- It's all part of
police procedure.
Selections are made on
the basis of personality
and psychological stability,
and there's a lot
of training involved,
and promotions.
- You know something, sergeant?
You would be sensational in IAD.
Oh yeah.
- Absolutely.
- Sergeant Peterson,
what's your first name?
- Carl. (man laughs)
- Carl,
don't do me any favors.
- [Investigator] And by
now, we've questioned most
of your associates about you.
- And my wife.
- And a lot of old acquaintances,
including your high school
basketball coach, who
said you once punched him
on the nose.
- He was bad news
and a lousy coach,
but then again, we all
make mistakes, don't we?
- Like you did the night
Cynthia Martin was killed.
That's what we're
calling it, a mistake.
- One more thing, Styles.
You case still isn't closed.
- Case?
What case?
- Investigation, okay?
Your investigation
is not closed.
- Hey, Joe!
Hey, congratulations.
We heard the good news.
- It's great, Joe.
- Thanks, but did you see this?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
- Been sort of desensitized.
- Yeah well, the
chief doesn't want you
to come back on the team
until we get this narcotics
thing wrapped up.
- You forgot to say we will.
- We will.
- We will.
- That's better.
- Night watch, four to
midnight, Monroe District.
The pits, but
you're worth it, Joe.
- It's about an
hour-and-a-half from home.
Kids will probably
forget what I look like.
Said the investigation
is not closed yet.
- Oh, they always say that.
That's the second
thing they learn, right?
After they learn
to tie their shoes.
(Pepper laughs)
- Well, I'll try to
keep my spirits high.
You guys take care.
- We will.
- See you soon.
- Take care, thank you.
- Okay.
- Remember that cop whose
picture was in the paper
with Martin and his wife?
The guy who wasted
Georgie Laforde?
- Yeah, Styles.
What about him?
- Well this you're
going to love.
They got him working
as a detective at night
own on Monroe.
- What shift?
- Four to midnight.
(Milo chuckles)
(lounge music)
- Hey, hi lads.
- Manny.
- Hi.
New partner?
- Yeah, me and Joe Styles.
- Manny.
- Styles, Manny.
- Styles?
Hey wait a minute, I think
I have a message for you.
Yeah, yeah.
- You know whose number this is?
- Man said if a cop
named Styles come in
to have him call.
- Thanks.
(lounge music)
(bell dings)
(phone rings)
- [Man On Phone] Yeah?
- This is Investigator
Joe Styles.
Someone from this
number call me?
- [Man On Phone] A friend
of yours wants to talk to you.
You call in tomorrow
at seven to meet.
- What's it about?
- [Man On Phone] Cynthia Martin.
And come alone.
(phone dial tone)
(loud knocking)
(door slams)
- Hey Joe, thanks for coming by.
- Cynthia Martin.
What about her?
- Just a second.
(Milo snaps)
Gotta check to
see if you're wired.
This is strictly confidential.
(Joe exhales loudly)
It's all right, leave
the piece alone.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Can I fix you a drink, Joe?
I heard you got a bum wrap.
- Look, cut the cheap con.
You got a story to say,
say it and make it simple.
- All right.
First, Georgie
Laforde worked for me.
Second, I knew he
was your chick's snitch.
Third, he was also her supplier.
Demerol for the
husband for years.
- So far you haven't told me
anything I don't already know.
- But you gotta know this.
She never paid a
dime for that stuff.
She hold me and she was grateful
and she was going to perform
a certain service for me,
but I think I got stiffed.
As a matter of fact, she
had you out for it too.
So now I want you to
perform that certain service.
Joe, you don't have
anybody to testify
that Cynthia Martin
was dealing drugs.
Now maybe I can
produce that with her,
somebody to testify in court.
You destroy her reputation,
you restore your own.
- Keep talking.
- Not far from where
you're patrolling,
there's some merchandise
I want to pick up.
So on a certain
night at a certain hour,
you radio for help.
You follow me?
- Way ahead of you.
- The car pull patrol
cars in area away,
strips the convoy
from the merchandise.
The drugs, right?
Cynthia Martin
would do that for you?
(dramatic music)
- You better
think about it, Joe.
Go on, get out of here.
(suspenseful music)
Whether he decides
to play or not,
we're going to make
our next move today.
- I don't like it, Milo.
I never have.
- I don't care
whether you like it.
You just do it, dummy.
(dramatic music)
- There we go!
(dramatic music)
(Harriet screams)
(suspenseful music)
(phone rings)
- Hello?
- [Man On Phone] Baby?
- What is it, Sylvester?
- Hey Joe.
Thought you'd like to know
the wife and the kid are okay.
- What?
- What?
Thought you'd
like to talk to them.
It's your husband.
He's all shook up.
- Joe?
- Harriet, are you all right?
- Yes, I'm okay.
What about Petie?
Is he all right?
- Petie's fine too.
Joe?
- [Joe] Are you sure?
- The man says to do exactly
what he wants you to do
and then everything
will be okay.
- [Joe] Okay, all right.
- Hey, hear that baby?
Everything's going to be okay.
(door shuts)
It's very simple.
- Just don't hurt my family.
- What you got to
do at 8:30 p.m. sharp,
go on to 12th and Branch,
get on your little car radio.
You say, "Officer
needs help," okay?
(phone drops on receiver)
- I need to get down finance.
Some hang up at the
last voucher I turned in.
- I knew they would catch
up with you some day.
- Yeah.
Hey, Joe called.
He wants one of us to call him.
Hey, you take that, will you?
I'll be back in a minute.
(phone rings)
- Yeah?
- Joe, it's Pepper.
How are you?
- Oh, I'm fine Pepper.
Yeah.
- What is it, Joe?
We just got in and
got your message.
Is something wrong?
- Hmm?
Oh, no, no.
It wasn't important.
- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Joe?
(phone clatters
back to receiver)
- [Bill] His shift
doesn't start until four.
He's probably still
in the parking lot.
- I've got a feeling that
whatever was bothering him,
he decided not to talk about it.
- Really?
- Isn't it obvious?
- Ain't no way I'm
going to do that.
So what do you want to do?
Pick up where we left off?
- Hey, Joe!
What's happening here?
What's the problem here?
- Hitch is out.
I've been assigned
to ride with Mr. Styles.
- Look, if you guys don't
want to work together,
it's very simple.
One of you goes to the
watch command and asks
for reassignment.
You know that.
- Not me, I'm taking
the assignment.
- What about you, Burroughs?
- I'll do it.
I don't want any part of him.
- He's a real winner, isn't he?
- Hey look, guys.
I'm sorry, okay?
I just shouldn't be so touchy.
- Maybe you have a right, Joe.
Why don't you go in and
ask for another partner?
- [Joe] Oh.
- Hey Joe?
What's happening, friend?
Huh?
What's the matter?
- Look, something big
is going down and I got
to be a part of it.
They got Harriet and my baby.
- What?
(tires squeal)
(distant honking)
- Okay, can everybody
see the sign?
Then wait until they
takes the drugs off the train
and have secured
the warehouse here.
Then when the trucks
move out to make delivery,
that's when they hijack.
Now lately, our security
measures have put a stop to that.
Now what they're going
to try to do is to steal
that protection
away from the trucks.
Okay, at 8:30
the truck and our
convoy move out.
Now everybody's got the plan.
I just want to be
sure of one thing.
I want to be sure you
guys in the patrol cars
make it look as
real as possible.
When you hear Styles
here yell for help,
you make it code
three all the way.
You got that?
Any questions?
Okay, get back
out on the streets.
Oh, 13-A-45?
You take the intersection
of Acacia and 96th.
47, you pull to the
end of the street.
(car engines start)
(car doors slam)
Joe?
About 6:40.
I think you better
get back to the diner.
Look, when they
call you, just be sure
that they play by our rules.
You understand?
- I'm gonna go.
Harriet and the baby
has to be in plain sight
on opposite corner from you
20 seconds after I call for help
otherwise, it cancel out.
- That's right.
Pep, you go with Joe.
Everybody else goes with me.
It will work, Joe.
We'll make it work.
(suspenseful horn music)
(truck engine hums)
(suspenseful horn music)
Okay Joe, now.
- Charlie, 17.
Officer needs help.
12th and Branch,
officer needs help.
12th and Branch.
I repeat, officer needs
help, 12th and Branch.
(car horn honks)
- [Man] Hey, you go on ahead.
We got an officer
needs help call.
We'll catch up.
(tires squeal)
(siren wails)
(truck engine roars)
- Joe?
(suspenseful horn music)
(gun shots)
(suspenseful music)
(baby cries)
- It's all right.
(suspenseful music)
- You all right, Harriet?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- [Pepper] You okay?
Are you all right?
- [Harriet] Yeah, I think so.
Here you go.
Joe.
(baby whimpers)
(suspenseful horn music)
(tires squeal)
(car doors slam)
- [Officer] Okay, friend.
We'll take this load from here.
Put up your hands
where we can see them.
- Okay, let's go.
Get up!
Come on, come on.
- Okay.
- [Officer] Get
them into the car.
Let's skedaddle.
(car doors slam)
(car engine starts)
- Calling all units,
let's go, let's go.
(suspenseful horn music)
Let's move!
(upbeat dramatic music)
(siren wails)
(tires squeal)
(siren wails)
(suspenseful music)
Let's go.
Hey, let's go!
Move it, move it!
(suspenseful music)
Let's go, let's go!
(tires squeal)
(suspenseful music)
(siren wails)
(truck door slams)
(upbeat suspenseful music)
Cuff him.
(tires squeal)
(siren wails)
(upbeat suspenseful music)
- Seis, cinco, cuatro.
(men and women laugh)
(men and women chatter)
- How'd it go, Bill?
- That's all right.
What, are you kidding?
- Hi, Bill.
- Hi honey,
how are you feeling?
- Oh, good.
- Hey, Bill.
- Hey Joe, you okay?
- Well, I'm getting there.
- Everything go okay?
- Fantastic.
Besides, what Narcotics
is going to do to Sylvester
and we got him on two
counts of conspiracy,
and kidnapping, and
murder when his little friends
get through with him.
- Great.
- He listen, can I fix
you a cup of coffee?
- Sweetheart, I would love
to have some of your coffee.
We've got work to do.
Joe, what's the matter?
What kind of father
are you with your kids up
this time of night?
- Yeah, I gotta get
my family to bed.
- We got work to do.
Let's go, Pep.
- [Pepper] Reports, I hate them.
(man mutters)
- Joe?
By the way?
- Yeah?
- Your assignment's
been changed again.
You're back with us, buddy.
- I'll have to let you
know about that.
- Yeah, you do that.
- See you in the morning.
- Goodnight, sweetheart.
- See ya later.
- Thanks.
- Take care of yourself.
- All right.
- Joey?
Joey, come on now.
It's time to go to bed, buddy.
Come on.
- Ah, these reports
are going to kill me.
- This is my last 520 form.
What's on your mind?
- The other day outside
of Veteran's Hospital,
that nutty idea we had
about Cynthia Martin?
Well, I haven't mentioned
it to anybody else.
(soft clarinet music)
- Neither have I.
Why don't we just
leave it that way, okay?
(orchestral music)
(upbeat orchestral
and horn music)
- Milo won't like that.
- What did the review
board measure today?
29 something?
- 29 feet, eight inches.
- And she missed, twice.
(gun fires)
- She was down, yes.
- She was dying!
- All right, she was dying.
- It's all right, my friend.
- She was decent until you
started messing with her.
- Joe Styles is a murderer.
Murderer!
(sirens wail)
(upbeat orchestral music)
(car horn honks)
- Cynthia,
you get home early, you hear?
- If I can, of course, Harold.
Goodbye, Harold.
Take care.
- And what the hell is that
supposed to mean, huh?
- Bye.
(door shuts)
(suspenseful music)
- Well, I'm just going to
start right in this area here
and then work up.
- Yeah, hey,
there's a good taco stand
right there on that corner.
You won't find (mutters).
- A map.
- Normally there's.
- How nice.
I hear Yosemite's
beautiful this time of year.
- That's a real
picture postcard.
In the meantime, how
do you feel about cruising
the south side with
Peter here tonight?
- Only got postcards there.
- Well no, but we'll
drop you a wire.
"Dear Crowley, thanks a lot."
- So long as you sign
it with love, sweetheart.
- How else?
- Hey gang.
- Hi, Cynthia.
- Hey!
- Joe.
- Greetings!
- Hi.
How you doing, Pepper?
Hi, fellas.
Hey, don't tell me peace
has broken out somewhere.
- No, but it's been
pretty quiet since that big
pharmaceutical ripoff.
How do you like working
with this nutty bunch, Cynthia?
- Oh, fine.
- Yeah, okay,
listen Joe, Cynthia.
Take the same neighborhood.
Nobody knows it
better than you guys.
Sooner or later, some
of that demerol or speed
has got to show up.
- Unless it's gone.
I mean, you know, out
of town or something.
- Yeah, well,
until we know better, let's
just assume it's still here.
Go ahead and check
in at 10 o'clock, okay?
- Okay.
- All right, have fun.
- Bye.
- And how about you, sarge?
What lovely part of the city
do you plan to cover tonight?
- Well, I thought maybe I
might start down around
Restaurant Row and then work
myself up to the music center.
How does that sound?
- You would.
- Sure,
I like to see what
those highfalutin,
what they do when
they get together.
- Uh-huh.
What you want is a free
steak and and a zaftig ballerina.
- You'll be the first
to know, honey.
To tell you the
truth, I'd do anything
to get free tickets
to A Chorus Line.
See ya later.
- Hey, we're going for a ride.
- Sure, not to agree with you.
- The old place doesn't
seem to have changed much,
except I hear that part of the
old crowd has moved away.
Something the matter?
- Hmm?
Oh no.
Look, I have to find a
phone in about 10 minutes.
Might be something, you know?
- You got a snitch?
- Yeah.
- Hey, you guys in narcotics
use it more than we do.
It's kind of hard to build
up a decent list, isn't it?
- Yeah, good clean fun, huh?
- Heavy security it looks like,
pharmacies, doctors, dentists.
And you know, there
aren't an awful lot of drugs
in any one office or on a
whole floor for that matter.
But still, they
hit them I guess.
They go for whatever
they can get, huh?
- What's up?
- He wants to meet
in the alley off 85th and Clark.
- Did he say when?
- As soon as we can get there.
- Okay, let's not
keep the man waiting.
(car starts)
(suspenseful music)
- Joe.
Wait.
Let me go in alone.
I don't want to scare him.
Okay?
- [Joe] Be careful,
I'll back you up.
(suspenseful music)
- Georgie?
- Over here.
(dramatic music)
What's up?
- Tell Milo no, I won't do it.
- Milo won't like that.
(gun fires)
(upbeat dramatic music)
(guns fire)
(trash cans clatter)
(dramatic music)
- Cynthia?
Cynthia?
Cynthia, why?
Why didn't you let me handle it?
- It's all right, my friend.
It's all right.
(dramatic music)
- That's it, she didn't
seem to be hurting.
She just said, "It's
all right, my friend."
I shouldn't have let
her go in there alone.
- Oh come on, Joe.
She asked you to do it.
Here's some coffee.
- She's right, Joe.
I mean, it was her meeting.
Obviously, something
went wrong with the snitch.
Pep, read the rundown
on the snitch, will you?
- George Laforde, age 33.
Six drug busts in
the last 20 months.
Did time.
One to six in Leavenworth,
out in 18 months.
One to 10, Folsom.
Out in 22 months.
Suspected of pushing, but
Narcotics gave him a pass
for over year.
- Captain Wilson, they said
that this girl's been working
with this guy, Laforde,
for a long time, Joe.
Tonight he was obviously
high on something.
- Better go see her
husband before he hears it
from somebody else.
- I'll go along with you.
(distant phone rings)
- We'll come along, Joe.
- (mutters) will
want a statement.
- I got a statement.
- What's the story about
you and Cynthia Martin
once being involved?
- Come on, they got nothing
to say to you, give
him a break will you?
Give him a break.
Joe, come on.
- Joe Styles is a murderer!
He's a murderer!
(loud smack)
He's a murderer!
- Joe.
- [Martin] Murderer!
- I'm sorry.
- [Pepper] Would you
please leave them alone?
Let them have their privacy?
- It wasn't Joe's fault, Martin.
It was nobody's fault.
- What do you mean, man?
Nobody thought it was his?
It was his.
You know, you
always wanted my wife
but you could never get her,
so you went out.
- Would you shut up?
- Got to believe me now.
There was nothing between
Cynthia and me, nothing.
- I don't believe you.
You understand?
I don't believe you!
(Martin laughs)
(phone rings)
- Hi, honey.
(phone rings)
Joe?
You okay?
(phone rings)
Pete, what's happening?
- I better answer that phone.
Yeah, hello?
Pete.
Bill, yeah, right.
All right, I'll tell him.
That was Bill.
He just got orders to
transfer you to office duty.
- What?
- I'll tell you about it.
Did he say for how long?
- Just as long as it takes
to a point of review board
and make a decision.
I'm going to make some coffee.
- Come on, honey.
Let's sit down.
- I'll get the coffee.
- This is standard
procedure here.
- Okay, two, three, four.
That's too close, close.
Now Joe, let's go through
this one more time, huh?
Now you came
up in that direction.
How many shots do you
think had already been fired?
- Three.
- Three.
That's two from
Cynthia Martin's gun
and one from the
assailants gun, right?
- That's right.
- In that order?
- That's right.
- All right.
So how many shots did the
assailant fire at you then, Joe?
- [Joe] Two, maybe three.
I'm not sure.
- And then you fired
three shots back,
is that correct, Joe?
- Yes.
- Did you aim at
the gun flashing?
- Just to the right of it,
the way they teach you
at the academy.
Works fine unless it's a
left hander shooting at you.
- How many feet did
he say he measured
between the two bodies?
What was the measurement?
- 29 feet,
eight inches.
Cynthia missed clean both times.
- Okay, so that about does us.
- See ya later.
- Hey,
one more thing, Joe.
Ballistics is going to
have to test your guns.
- Why is that?
- To compare the bullet
with the one that killed
the assailant.
Can I have it?
(suspenseful music)
Thank you.
Pepper, Crowley.
- See you later.
- Well, I guess
Internal Affairs is next.
- 11 o'clock, right?
- Keep your head up, Joe.
(suspenseful music)
(paper crinkles)
- I hope IAD fries
your butt, Styles.
- Back off me, Burroughs.
(locker slams)
- On a lot of our
minds, brother.
Al Martin was my partner
and his wife was a decent cop.
At least she was decent until
you started messing with her.
- Until I did what?
- Al says you,
you put your dirty hands on her.
(Burroughs slams into locker)
- [Joe] All right, come on.
Anybody else?
Huh, come on, anybody else?
- Hey, hey, Joe, Joe!
Time to settle down now.
What's the matter with you?
What about the rest of you guys?
You got something to do?
Let's skedaddle, all right?
(suspenseful music)
- It also says here on the
shooter review board report
that you were positive
about Officer Martin's
firing first.
Twice before the
return fire that killed her.
Is that correct?
- Yes.
- When you first
saw Officer Martin,
she had been mortally wounded.
Is that right?
- I didn't know that
at the time.
- Just answer the question.
- She was down, yes.
- She was dying!
- All right,
she was dying.
- Investigator Styles
states he then made sure
the assailant was dead
before his next move,
which was to go to
the AF officer, Martin.
Now why did you do that?
- To make sure he wouldn't
be doing anymore shooting.
- At you or Officer Martin?
- At both.
- Is it true that you and
Officer Martin knew each other
in high school, that you
both dated together a number
of times before both of
you married other people?
- Yes.
- And that you continued
to see her after her
marriage to Harold Martin.
- We were friends,
the three of us.
And if you continue
this line of questioning,
I swear to you, I'll
exercise my rights.
- Perhaps you don't realize that
from the IAD's point of
view, you have no rights
at this time.
- The right I had in
mind is, I have one man
to flatten another who
is deliberately impugning
his honor and integrity.
- Impugning?
That has a nice ring
to it, Investigator Styles.
I hope you don't intend
on becoming physical.
Think of how that would
look on your record.
- This is just a
preliminary discussion
as far as we've gone
unless there's any part of
your story you want to change?
- No.
- All right, please keep
yourself available at all times.
Make sure your immediate
superiors know how to reach you
at any hour of the day or night.
- Joe, how did it go?
- Oh, all I can
say is I feel guilty
until I can prove I'm innocent.
Frankly old buddy, I don't
know how to go about doing it.
- Joe, Bill, look at these.
Cynthia's shooting scores
for the last couple of months.
(distant phone rings)
- Every shot's in the black.
- Mm-hmm.
- At 75 feet.
- What did the review
board measure today?
29 something?
- 29 feet, eight inches.
- And she missed, twice.
- Well, it looks like we
got a couple things to do.
We gotta have her gun
checked for accuracy.
We're going to be there when
they post the body, autopsy.
- Why an autopsy?
- To see if she was
on something, Joe.
- She wasn't a user.
- Oh?
- Well, as far as I know.
- I know we don't need
Martin's permission,
but it would be best if we
tell him, don't you think?
- What, the autopsy?
Yeah, yeah.
It's a good idea.
You want to go see him now?
- Yeah.
Joe?
- I'll wait in the car.
- [Bill] Come on.
- Look, for a while, the both
us went out with Cynthia.
She fell in live with Harold
and they got married.
I was the best man.
- But you stayed friends?
- Yeah, then I met
Harriet and we got married
and he was my best man.
After the kids came
along, we didn't see much
of each other.
We didn't have time.
Then Harold left, of
course, to join the Marines.
- So he was wounded early?
- Yeah, but he recovered
and he passed the physical
to return to active
duty on the force,
but he decided not to.
- You know why?
- I don't know.
We never talked about it.
(birds chirp)
(car doors slam)
- You are out of your mind, man.
Do you now what you're saying?
- Harold, we checked
Cynthia's shooting scores.
She was an expert.
- So, she was an expert?
- She missed by a
foot-and-a-half at close range
and that couldn't have happened
unless there was something
wrong with her.
- Or wrong with her gun!
- Okay, they're
checking that out.
But I got to tell you Harold,
if that comes back okay,
then they got to do an autopsy.
I'm sorry.
- So why you telling me, huh?
You gonna do it anyway.
Why you coming in
here and twisting a knife
in my guts, huh?
- Because we all loved Cynthia.
We loved her.
It's just common courtesy
that we wanted to come by
and tell you.
- Harold, we'll
be in touch, okay?
Pep.
- Wait a minute,
now wait a minute.
Now you listen to me.
You leave her alone.
Please, leave her alone.
I mean, Cynthia never took
nothing for no type of pain,
not even aspirin and man,
you gonna now to cut her?
It's no good.
Tell me one thing.
Why ain't that Joe
Styles here, huh?
Yeah, I tell you why.
Because he's
responsible, that's why!
If it wasn't for him, my
wife would still be alive.
- He's outside in the
car and it wasn't his fault.
He'd like to tell
you that himself
if you'd let him.
- You want him to come in?
- No, no, no!
Now you get out, both of you.
You too.
(flute music)
- Awfully sorry, Harold.
(flute music)
- [Man On Phone] Yeah?
- Where the hell have you been?
This is the 10th
time I tried to get you.
- [Man On Phone] Who is this?
- Martin, Harold Martin.
I got to see Milo and I
got to see him right now.
- [Man On Phone] Hang on.
- [Dispatcher] 12-190 to 12-150.
- Go ahead, 90.
- [Dispatcher] 12-150.
That weapon you had checked
for accuracy, the report is in.
Do you want it now?
- Yeah, let's have it.
- [Dispatcher]
Positive all the way.
Alignment in rifling perfect.
Bench firing, 97% at 25 yards.
- Roger, 90.
(upbeat music)
- All right.
And I know that Georgie
Laforde was getting it from you.
He was your man.
- Yeah, what if he was?
- Well, he was my wife's
only source for the demerol
and now,
and now they're both dead
and you just got to help me,
Milo, man.
You really got to help me, man.
- Come on, Harold.
All right, there's
two questions.
What happened the other
night, everything was set.
- I don't know.
I ain't got no idea.
They had a beef, maybe.
- Mm-hmm.
Question number two,
why should I help you?
I don't owe you a damn thing.
- I helped you some!
On jobs.
And I'll do it
again if you want.
- I don't want.
You're not reliable,
no junkie is.
- Listen, Milo!
I need man, I need bad.
- (laughs) It's expensive.
- Okay, I'll pay you when I can.
- No, not good enough!
- No!
Now listen to me, I'm
through with begging.
You understand that?
Man, if you turn me
down, I will blow the whistle
all over you.
You know, yeah.
Now see, the cops
are listening to me.
You know that.
- (laughs) You would do
that to me and Cynthia?
- Only if I have to, Milo.
Please, please (sobs)!
- (laughs) Come on, now.
I was only kidding.
You know that.
(Martin laughs)
- Thanks Milo, man.
You'll never regret this, man.
Thanks (laughs)!
You will never
regret it (laughs).
- Hey Willie, he said
I wouldn't regret it.
Make sure I don't.
- [Pepper] He okay?
- Yeah, he's napping.
Joe too.
Boy, they got quiet up there.
Pepper, what are you
doing here this time of day?
- Well,
maybe it's none of my
business and you can tell me so,
but well,
I know that you've read
about Joe and Cynthia,
what everybody's read.
- Yeah, so what are
you trying to say?
- I'm not sure how
much Joe brings home
of shop talk.
Our work gets pretty
dull sometimes, but,
well, we were
together on a stakeout
not too long ago.
I don't know how it came
up, but he started talking
about you, meeting
you, marrying you.
I forget his exact words,
but he said something like,
"You know Pepper?
"When I open that door and
see that beautiful and good wife
"and I hold her in
my arms, then I know
"I've finally made it."
he said, "Man, then I found
out what real happy is."
He loves you very much.
- Pepper, I think you
should leave now.
That's about the first
time since this whole thing
started happening.
I think I'm going
to start crying.
- Harriet?
Joe didn't have anything
going with Cynthia.
(phone rings)
I could say I gave up
the office, but I won't.
- Pep?
- Yeah?
- Harold Martin just turned up,
dead.
Bullet through the
back of his head.
(suspenseful music)
- Sometime between
five and 8:00 p.m.
Wrists bound behind
him, one bullet.
Hit in the back
of the head, .45.
Death was instantaneous.
- Doc, listen.
What he murdered
where his body was found?
- No, no, the body was moved
from wherever the homicide
occurred to the city dump.
There's another thing, Crowley.
Martin's sister was so full
of demerol that it probably
would have killed any normal
person of this size and weight.
- Demerol?
- He's an addict.
Of course, there's no
way I can tell for how long,
but my guess would
be a number of years.
- Doc?
What about the autopsy
on Cynthia Martin?
- Well, no evidence
of drugs whatsoever.
Not even alcohol.
No, officer Martin
wasn't under the influence
of any chemical or
medication at the time of death.
- Okay, doc.
Thanks very much.
- Crowley.
- Harold Martin was
wounded in the war, right?
- That's exactly
what I was thinking.
- And from there, he was
taken to a field hospital
where the would was
treated thoroughly.
No sign of infection.
The medication was tetracycline
and demerol.
Excuse me,
I'm sorry.
Demerol administered
intravenously.
No, here it is.
Recuperation 14 weeks in
a San Diego Naval hospital.
Released 10, November, 1973
with a strong
recommendation that he enroll
in the Federal Methadone
Rehabilitation Program.
- But he was addicted, right?
- Well, I don't come
right out and say it,
but that's what it means.
- What about the methadone?
Any record of his
taking the program?
- Mm, yeah.
And not until
February 1974 though.
He came in the clinic
and asked for it himself.
Six weeks, apparent cure.
No, no, wait, wait, no.
He was back in February, 1975.
Dropped out after
three treatments.
- And he's never
been back since?
- No.
- Nice place.
- Yeah.
- You know, soldiers' homes
are over there, you know.
- Oh.
- I played many a
baseball game on this lot.
- Baseball?
What position?
- Tailback.
- Oh, oh you.
- You're about a million
miles away, aren't you?
Where were you just now?
- Yeah, was back in
that alley with Cynthia.
You know something?
That Georgie
Laforde who shot her.
- Yeah?
- He wasn't just her snitch.
I think he was her connection.
- Say, that's very possible,
very possible.
So she got her
demerol for Harold.
- More and more, all along
until she probably
couldn't take it anymore.
I know I couldn't.
She was an expert.
Even if Laforde was
moving, at that distance,
there is no way she
could have missed him
except on purpose.
- What you're talking
about is a thought I had
in the back of my mind.
We're talking
about suicide, right?
- Yeah.
- But there's no way
that Internal Affairs
or anybody else
is going to buy that.
You know that.
- We can prove Harold
Martin was an addict.
- That's not evidence.
It would only be evidence if
Harold Martin could testify.
It's a little late for that.
- All right, what
if we could find
the Georgie Laforde source?
Then maybe we could find
Harold's killer.
- Yeah.
Still not going to
help Joe an inch.
- And it didn't bother you
that they were assigned
to work together?
- No, should it have?
- Even though you
know your husband
had probably had an affair
before you and your
husband were married?
- I never knew any such thing.
- Surely you must
have suspected it.
Cynthia Martin was a
very attractive woman.
- She was also my friend.
You know, you're
being very insulting.
- Does Joe,
Investigator Styles, ever
talk in his sleep, ma'am?
- Now how the hell would I
know if he talks in his sleep?
I never slept with him.
- Neither of you ever took a
little nap while out on duty?
You deserve commendations.
- Oh, really?
You know what you deserve?
Let me tell you something.
I would be content,
no, that's not true.
I would be delighted if
Joe Styles was my partner
until the day I retire.
You know what I mean?
I trust him with my life.
- So did Cynthia Martin.
- And that's about
all I can tell you.
Joe is a very dear
man and his wife
is one of my closest friends.
I don't see how you could
possibly get me to say
anything malicious
about the entire family.
To be honest with you,
may be honest with you?
- Oh sure, of course.
- Your technique is lousy.
Insult and or accusation
is pretty tired, you know.
I've often wondered
how they pick you
over at Internal Affairs?
- It's all part of
police procedure.
Selections are made on
the basis of personality
and psychological stability,
and there's a lot
of training involved,
and promotions.
- You know something, sergeant?
You would be sensational in IAD.
Oh yeah.
- Absolutely.
- Sergeant Peterson,
what's your first name?
- Carl. (man laughs)
- Carl,
don't do me any favors.
- [Investigator] And by
now, we've questioned most
of your associates about you.
- And my wife.
- And a lot of old acquaintances,
including your high school
basketball coach, who
said you once punched him
on the nose.
- He was bad news
and a lousy coach,
but then again, we all
make mistakes, don't we?
- Like you did the night
Cynthia Martin was killed.
That's what we're
calling it, a mistake.
- One more thing, Styles.
You case still isn't closed.
- Case?
What case?
- Investigation, okay?
Your investigation
is not closed.
- Hey, Joe!
Hey, congratulations.
We heard the good news.
- It's great, Joe.
- Thanks, but did you see this?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
- Been sort of desensitized.
- Yeah well, the
chief doesn't want you
to come back on the team
until we get this narcotics
thing wrapped up.
- You forgot to say we will.
- We will.
- We will.
- That's better.
- Night watch, four to
midnight, Monroe District.
The pits, but
you're worth it, Joe.
- It's about an
hour-and-a-half from home.
Kids will probably
forget what I look like.
Said the investigation
is not closed yet.
- Oh, they always say that.
That's the second
thing they learn, right?
After they learn
to tie their shoes.
(Pepper laughs)
- Well, I'll try to
keep my spirits high.
You guys take care.
- We will.
- See you soon.
- Take care, thank you.
- Okay.
- Remember that cop whose
picture was in the paper
with Martin and his wife?
The guy who wasted
Georgie Laforde?
- Yeah, Styles.
What about him?
- Well this you're
going to love.
They got him working
as a detective at night
own on Monroe.
- What shift?
- Four to midnight.
(Milo chuckles)
(lounge music)
- Hey, hi lads.
- Manny.
- Hi.
New partner?
- Yeah, me and Joe Styles.
- Manny.
- Styles, Manny.
- Styles?
Hey wait a minute, I think
I have a message for you.
Yeah, yeah.
- You know whose number this is?
- Man said if a cop
named Styles come in
to have him call.
- Thanks.
(lounge music)
(bell dings)
(phone rings)
- [Man On Phone] Yeah?
- This is Investigator
Joe Styles.
Someone from this
number call me?
- [Man On Phone] A friend
of yours wants to talk to you.
You call in tomorrow
at seven to meet.
- What's it about?
- [Man On Phone] Cynthia Martin.
And come alone.
(phone dial tone)
(loud knocking)
(door slams)
- Hey Joe, thanks for coming by.
- Cynthia Martin.
What about her?
- Just a second.
(Milo snaps)
Gotta check to
see if you're wired.
This is strictly confidential.
(Joe exhales loudly)
It's all right, leave
the piece alone.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Can I fix you a drink, Joe?
I heard you got a bum wrap.
- Look, cut the cheap con.
You got a story to say,
say it and make it simple.
- All right.
First, Georgie
Laforde worked for me.
Second, I knew he
was your chick's snitch.
Third, he was also her supplier.
Demerol for the
husband for years.
- So far you haven't told me
anything I don't already know.
- But you gotta know this.
She never paid a
dime for that stuff.
She hold me and she was grateful
and she was going to perform
a certain service for me,
but I think I got stiffed.
As a matter of fact, she
had you out for it too.
So now I want you to
perform that certain service.
Joe, you don't have
anybody to testify
that Cynthia Martin
was dealing drugs.
Now maybe I can
produce that with her,
somebody to testify in court.
You destroy her reputation,
you restore your own.
- Keep talking.
- Not far from where
you're patrolling,
there's some merchandise
I want to pick up.
So on a certain
night at a certain hour,
you radio for help.
You follow me?
- Way ahead of you.
- The car pull patrol
cars in area away,
strips the convoy
from the merchandise.
The drugs, right?
Cynthia Martin
would do that for you?
(dramatic music)
- You better
think about it, Joe.
Go on, get out of here.
(suspenseful music)
Whether he decides
to play or not,
we're going to make
our next move today.
- I don't like it, Milo.
I never have.
- I don't care
whether you like it.
You just do it, dummy.
(dramatic music)
- There we go!
(dramatic music)
(Harriet screams)
(suspenseful music)
(phone rings)
- Hello?
- [Man On Phone] Baby?
- What is it, Sylvester?
- Hey Joe.
Thought you'd like to know
the wife and the kid are okay.
- What?
- What?
Thought you'd
like to talk to them.
It's your husband.
He's all shook up.
- Joe?
- Harriet, are you all right?
- Yes, I'm okay.
What about Petie?
Is he all right?
- Petie's fine too.
Joe?
- [Joe] Are you sure?
- The man says to do exactly
what he wants you to do
and then everything
will be okay.
- [Joe] Okay, all right.
- Hey, hear that baby?
Everything's going to be okay.
(door shuts)
It's very simple.
- Just don't hurt my family.
- What you got to
do at 8:30 p.m. sharp,
go on to 12th and Branch,
get on your little car radio.
You say, "Officer
needs help," okay?
(phone drops on receiver)
- I need to get down finance.
Some hang up at the
last voucher I turned in.
- I knew they would catch
up with you some day.
- Yeah.
Hey, Joe called.
He wants one of us to call him.
Hey, you take that, will you?
I'll be back in a minute.
(phone rings)
- Yeah?
- Joe, it's Pepper.
How are you?
- Oh, I'm fine Pepper.
Yeah.
- What is it, Joe?
We just got in and
got your message.
Is something wrong?
- Hmm?
Oh, no, no.
It wasn't important.
- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Joe?
(phone clatters
back to receiver)
- [Bill] His shift
doesn't start until four.
He's probably still
in the parking lot.
- I've got a feeling that
whatever was bothering him,
he decided not to talk about it.
- Really?
- Isn't it obvious?
- Ain't no way I'm
going to do that.
So what do you want to do?
Pick up where we left off?
- Hey, Joe!
What's happening here?
What's the problem here?
- Hitch is out.
I've been assigned
to ride with Mr. Styles.
- Look, if you guys don't
want to work together,
it's very simple.
One of you goes to the
watch command and asks
for reassignment.
You know that.
- Not me, I'm taking
the assignment.
- What about you, Burroughs?
- I'll do it.
I don't want any part of him.
- He's a real winner, isn't he?
- Hey look, guys.
I'm sorry, okay?
I just shouldn't be so touchy.
- Maybe you have a right, Joe.
Why don't you go in and
ask for another partner?
- [Joe] Oh.
- Hey Joe?
What's happening, friend?
Huh?
What's the matter?
- Look, something big
is going down and I got
to be a part of it.
They got Harriet and my baby.
- What?
(tires squeal)
(distant honking)
- Okay, can everybody
see the sign?
Then wait until they
takes the drugs off the train
and have secured
the warehouse here.
Then when the trucks
move out to make delivery,
that's when they hijack.
Now lately, our security
measures have put a stop to that.
Now what they're going
to try to do is to steal
that protection
away from the trucks.
Okay, at 8:30
the truck and our
convoy move out.
Now everybody's got the plan.
I just want to be
sure of one thing.
I want to be sure you
guys in the patrol cars
make it look as
real as possible.
When you hear Styles
here yell for help,
you make it code
three all the way.
You got that?
Any questions?
Okay, get back
out on the streets.
Oh, 13-A-45?
You take the intersection
of Acacia and 96th.
47, you pull to the
end of the street.
(car engines start)
(car doors slam)
Joe?
About 6:40.
I think you better
get back to the diner.
Look, when they
call you, just be sure
that they play by our rules.
You understand?
- I'm gonna go.
Harriet and the baby
has to be in plain sight
on opposite corner from you
20 seconds after I call for help
otherwise, it cancel out.
- That's right.
Pep, you go with Joe.
Everybody else goes with me.
It will work, Joe.
We'll make it work.
(suspenseful horn music)
(truck engine hums)
(suspenseful horn music)
Okay Joe, now.
- Charlie, 17.
Officer needs help.
12th and Branch,
officer needs help.
12th and Branch.
I repeat, officer needs
help, 12th and Branch.
(car horn honks)
- [Man] Hey, you go on ahead.
We got an officer
needs help call.
We'll catch up.
(tires squeal)
(siren wails)
(truck engine roars)
- Joe?
(suspenseful horn music)
(gun shots)
(suspenseful music)
(baby cries)
- It's all right.
(suspenseful music)
- You all right, Harriet?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- [Pepper] You okay?
Are you all right?
- [Harriet] Yeah, I think so.
Here you go.
Joe.
(baby whimpers)
(suspenseful horn music)
(tires squeal)
(car doors slam)
- [Officer] Okay, friend.
We'll take this load from here.
Put up your hands
where we can see them.
- Okay, let's go.
Get up!
Come on, come on.
- Okay.
- [Officer] Get
them into the car.
Let's skedaddle.
(car doors slam)
(car engine starts)
- Calling all units,
let's go, let's go.
(suspenseful horn music)
Let's move!
(upbeat dramatic music)
(siren wails)
(tires squeal)
(siren wails)
(suspenseful music)
Let's go.
Hey, let's go!
Move it, move it!
(suspenseful music)
Let's go, let's go!
(tires squeal)
(suspenseful music)
(siren wails)
(truck door slams)
(upbeat suspenseful music)
Cuff him.
(tires squeal)
(siren wails)
(upbeat suspenseful music)
- Seis, cinco, cuatro.
(men and women laugh)
(men and women chatter)
- How'd it go, Bill?
- That's all right.
What, are you kidding?
- Hi, Bill.
- Hi honey,
how are you feeling?
- Oh, good.
- Hey, Bill.
- Hey Joe, you okay?
- Well, I'm getting there.
- Everything go okay?
- Fantastic.
Besides, what Narcotics
is going to do to Sylvester
and we got him on two
counts of conspiracy,
and kidnapping, and
murder when his little friends
get through with him.
- Great.
- He listen, can I fix
you a cup of coffee?
- Sweetheart, I would love
to have some of your coffee.
We've got work to do.
Joe, what's the matter?
What kind of father
are you with your kids up
this time of night?
- Yeah, I gotta get
my family to bed.
- We got work to do.
Let's go, Pep.
- [Pepper] Reports, I hate them.
(man mutters)
- Joe?
By the way?
- Yeah?
- Your assignment's
been changed again.
You're back with us, buddy.
- I'll have to let you
know about that.
- Yeah, you do that.
- See you in the morning.
- Goodnight, sweetheart.
- See ya later.
- Thanks.
- Take care of yourself.
- All right.
- Joey?
Joey, come on now.
It's time to go to bed, buddy.
Come on.
- Ah, these reports
are going to kill me.
- This is my last 520 form.
What's on your mind?
- The other day outside
of Veteran's Hospital,
that nutty idea we had
about Cynthia Martin?
Well, I haven't mentioned
it to anybody else.
(soft clarinet music)
- Neither have I.
Why don't we just
leave it that way, okay?
(orchestral music)
(upbeat orchestral
and horn music)