Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 19 - A Shadow on the Sea - full transcript
Pepper, a waterfront cop and an old sea dog go after two boat hijackers who murdered a honeymooning couple and seem willing to steal and kill more to set up a smuggling operation.
(intense music)
- Oh, you clumsy...
- I'm sorry, sir!
- He's dead, and you
want me to find a chest?
- It's important to me,
personal belongings.
- You got a strange way of
showing grief for your boy.
- Where'd he come from?
Who, who, who,
who are you people?
- We, we picked
you up yesterday,
we're police officers.
- Where you going, big boy?
- Lose yourself, clown,
you better just stick...
- Naw, forget, hey,
how you been?
- She's sick, now
you better untie her.
- Alright, drop it,
blow your guts out.
(intense music)
(bright music)
(speaking Spanish)
- How was that?
- Great, baby.
Except you won't be
speaking any Spanish
at this marina we're
gonna pull into.
- [Woman] But it's in Mexico.
- Yeah, and the
busboys like the dollar bill.
They all speak English.
- Oh.
(intense music)
- He makes me
feel uncomfortable.
Johnny, where's Juan this trip?
I mean, how come him?
- [Johnny] Well, it's a
simple matter of germs, E.
- [Woman] Translation,
in ingles, senor.
- Well, Juan got the flu,
so he sent his
cousin to take over.
- I don't like him.
- Do you like me?
- Want me to show you?
(Johnny chuckling)
- Alright, that's it.
Get to the stern, no
questions, just move.
- Hey, what do you
think you're doing?
- Move.
Move!
(intense music)
(gunshot)
(woman screaming)
(intense music)
(beeping)
- There she comes.
Gonna be alongside
in a couple of minutes.
(engine growling)
You hear me, McManus?
Okay, get the line, McManus.
Okay.
How'd it go?
- Well, the guy
and his girlfriend,
they were real cooperative.
- Yeah.
- And I picked up Tobin,
he came aboard with the stuff.
We were offloaded and
on our way in 15 minutes.
- Good.
Let's see what we got here.
Yeah.
Alright, move her
out about 100 yards,
pull the plug, wait in the
raft and we'll pick you up.
- Anything on radar?
- Yeah, the Queen
Mary followed you here.
(chuckling)
- Funny.
- Now scuttle her.
(intense music)
(engine growling)
Something the matter, kid?
- That was the Sea Eagle
out of the Presus Marina, right?
- Right.
You're a regular
marina encyclopedia,
anybody every tell you that?
- Look, Scow, I know the
owner of that boat, John Woods.
- [Scow] So?
- So the only way
you'll ever get that boat
away from him is to kill him.
- You pull in that line while
I get this stuff put away.
- What do you got in
the case, Mr. Scow?
Sure as hell isn't all that
bonito we ain't been catching.
- You're gonna
pull in that line.
(intense music)
(doorbell ringing)
- Who is it?
- [Man] It's your lover.
- It's my day off.
- It was your day off.
- Should have locked the door.
- Hey, glad to see you
using my Christmas present.
- No, it still works
after all this time,
believe it or not.
What's up?
- Ah, I got a call
from the Coast Guard.
Seems they
found a cabin cruiser, scuttled.
- That sounds like the
crime of the century already.
- Well, the only thing is
when it took off, Pepper,
there were three people aboard.
One was a stockbroker, a
young guy named Woods,
his fiancee, a model,
and a bogus crew member.
- How bogus?
- Well, they found the guy who
should have been manning her,
wasted.
So his killer obviously
went onboard in his place.
They don't know
what happened next
except that when
they located the boat,
they didn't locate
the three people.
- Who don't you help
yourself to a beer?
- Our divers went
down to have a look.
Somebody had disconnected
the water intake manifold,
and just pumped
her full of seawater.
- Then why didn't
it sink completely?
- Not this boat,
Sergeant Anderson.
It's equipped with a special
flotation collar right here.
So she took on water up
to the bridge, but that was it.
- I tell you what I'd
like to do, Commander.
I'd like to have our own
lab men take a look at her.
- Sure thing.
- What do you make of it?
- Piracy, drug trafficking.
- Mm-hmm, and now homicide.
A Juan Segaris, and
that couple probably.
- We've had six other boats
missing and not recovered,
so we sent out
a special bulletin
to alert the boat owners.
Looks like we missed this one.
- I got a couple of guys out
looking for Jack O'Malley.
The harbor detective tells
me he knows more about boats
and owners than anybody
in this area, is that true?
- Yeah, but good luck
if you can find him.
He's been into the booze
for about a year now.
So he could be
anywhere in the area,
or in any skid row on the coast.
- Would he know
something if he were sober?
- Sober, oh yeah.
- Whitfield?
- Yo.
- I'm McManus.
- How do you do?
So how much further
down can you go in this one
than you can this old one, huh?
- Look, you study
diving in your own time.
I'm interested in
finding my son.
- Whoa, partner.
It just helps, you
know, to know a little bit
about a lot of things
in my business.
Your boy, Scott.
How long did you
say he was missing?
- Well, he's not
exactly missing.
Not in the true sense.
- And why'd you call me?
- Look, my boy and me,
we had a disagreement
about how to conduct
a salvage operation.
He took off, and I,
well, I'd like to
patch things up.
- Yeah, when was
that, when'd he take off?
- Oh, a few weeks ago.
- Where'd he go?
- I heard he signed up on
a fishing boat in this area,
runs up and down the coast.
- What's the name of it?
- There're over 100 of
them sailing out of here.
And I just don't have the
time to do any more checking
than I've already done.
- Oh, I see.
But you're willing to pay a
private investigator $150 a day
and expenses just
to babysit your boy?
He's 20 years old, he's
20 years old, isn't he?
- Whitfield.
- Yeah?
- Please.
Look, I called his girlfriend.
She's real worried, too.
- What's her name?
- Karen, Karen Walters.
- Where do I find her?
- She works in a cafe on Chaput.
Right across from Land's End.
- (scoffs) What'd you
say his name was?
- O'Malley, Jack O'Malley.
- The cops usually pay a
little cash for information,
is that correct?
- (chuckles) You been
watching a little television, huh?
Well, how about a five.
- Well, thanks.
- What about O'Malley
now, the information, huh?
- Well, I'm new
down around here,
I just got in from Portland,
but I've heard the name.
So if you just keep
asking around,
I'd have settled for a deuce.
- Hmm, O'Malley.
- That's right.
- Well, you said Jack,
I know a Jackson.
- Jackson O'Malley,
we're trying to locate him.
- Oh, he's in pretty
bad shape, that one is.
- We've heard,
any idea where?
- Well, there's a couple of
flophouses he's been favoring
the last couple of months.
- Got some names?
- Yeah, the Star and
the Waldorf Square.
You could check out
either one of them.
- Thank you, good buddy.
(bright piano music)
- Scow's the one on the bridge.
- Scott hired on as a hand, huh?
- Yes.
- Where was he headed?
- They were gonna fish
the waters off the Baja.
- How come you know
that and his daddy didn't?
- Scott didn't want him to know.
He asked a lot of people
not to tell him if he asked.
Want some more coffee?
- Little bit.
When'd you hear from him last?
- He called from
San Diego Saturday.
- That's good, what
did he have to say?
Sit down.
- Nothing much.
A little personal
stuff, you know.
But I could tell
something was wrong.
He sounded,
well, scared.
You know what a Seal is?
Not the animal, a Navy Seal.
- Yeah, like frogmen.
- Yeah, exactly, only tougher.
Well, Scott spent
two years in Vietnam
at the end of the
war, in a Seal unit.
And he doesn't scare easily.
- What are Scow and
the rest of the crew like?
- I don't know, they
only been around here
a little over a year,
and pretty much loners.
- Why'd Scott have
a fight with his dad?
- I don't know.
- He musta told you something.
- Only that his father had
lost sight of his values,
like Scott put it,
and he wanted to protect him.
- Two joggers found him
washed up on the beach.
Looks like the sharks
already got to him.
- Geez, how'd you
ever identify that?
- He was wearing these.
- Scott McManus, U.S. Navy.
Cause of death?
- Probably drowning.
We won't know till
after the autopsy.
- You know, the Sea
Eagle was scuttled
about a half mile offshore,
could he have been on it?
- Sure, he could've.
He probably went over the
side before she went down.
I don't know what the
kid was into, do you?
- Nope, sure don't.
- Mr. McManus, can you
tell me where your son
was working recently?
- Nah.
- The sign outside
says McManus and Son.
Now, Scott was a
part of this business.
- I'm sure you've snooped
around enough to know
my boy took off three weeks ago.
- Can you tell me why?
- It's none of your business.
You just find out
who killed him.
That's what you
cops are paid for,
not to pry into
our private lives.
- Mr. McManus, that's
what I'm trying to do, sir,
to find out who killed him.
That's why I'm asking
these questions.
Sir, the Coast Guard has
located a cabin cruiser,
the Sea Eagle.
It was scuttled about a
half a mile off the coast.
Do you have any idea,
do you know if Scott ever
worked on the Sea Eagle?
- Scott probably worked
on half the boats down here
at one time or another.
He's been around
them all his life.
- Why would anybody
want to scuttle
a $175,000 cabin cruiser?
Any idea, sir?
- When will Scott's
body be available
- I'm really not sure, sir.
I can find out for you.
- Ah, please,
I'd like to be alone.
(intense music)
- Thank you very much.
- Chuck Whitfield.
Oh?
I want to leave a
message for him.
Have him call me right away.
My name's McManus.
He has my number.
It's important.
(intense music)
Here's 5,000. Find out
who murdered my son.
- Listen, if you're
so sure it's murder,
why don't you
take it to the police?
They're working on it.
- I don't need to
find out if, just who.
When you've got a name, call me.
And start with John Scow.
Word's out now Scott
was last seen on his boat.
Also, my boy took some
of my personal property
with him when he left.
- What kind of property?
- A chest, a little
smaller than that one.
I want it back.
- He's dead and you
want me to find a chest.
- There are ways,
and it's important to me.
It contains
personal belongings,
family things.
- Things he wanted
to protect you from?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- You got a strange way of
showing grief for your boy.
- Watch your step.
- Thought you said the Waldorf.
- Well, with the money that
Crowley pays off in information,
this is the best we get.
- We better find him before
they tear this place down.
- Yeah, the guy said six.
- This floor may go any minute.
- Six.
Hey, hey, hey, O'Malley.
Hey, O'Malley!
Come on, sport, come on.
- Okay.
- Come on.
Hey buddy, wake up.
- You think that's him?
- It smells like him.
Come on, he fits
the description.
Come on, he's out.
Come on, buddy.
- Let's get him
out of here fast.
- Come on now,
come on, it's alright.
(O'Malley muttering)
Come on, go with me,
come on, ah, come on now.
- I don't even know you.
- Come on, ah, it's a heavy one.
Come on, now, come on.
Whew, pull the door
at least, will you?
- Who are you?
- I got it, it's alright.
- There.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Morning, Captain Scow?
- Yeah.
- I'm Sergeant Crowley
with the police department,
this is Investigator Royster.
- Yeah, Crowley and Royster,
that has a nice ring to it.
- Yeah, do you think so?
- Mind if we come aboard?
- Sure.
Delgado, Tobin,
get over and pick
up those pots already.
Take a good look around,
Sergeant, it's just a fishing boat.
- Yeah, I haven't been on a boat
since I got out of the Navy.
- Except everything over
six feet was a ship, right?
- Yeah, that's right.
- Well, what can I do for you?
- Just discovered the
body of a Scott McManus,
washed up on the beach.
And we've been asking
questions, and we just heard
that he was a member of the
crew here on the Sea Sport.
- Yeah, was, for a
couple of short runs.
Nice kid.
Word around is here he
drowned, he fell off a boat,
that was it.
- This boat, maybe?
- Hey, that sounds
almost like some sort of,
what do they call
it, an accusation?
- It's a very simple
question, Mr. Scow,
and you can either
answer yes or no.
- Or I could refuse to
answer it completely.
- Yeah, you could.
But then,
the Coast Guard
could hold a special
board of inquiry, too.
- Okay, okay.
McManus,
he hired on
a couple of weeks ago for
a percentage of the cash.
We fished the Coronados.
After a week and
two runs of no fish,
we pull into San Diego,
the kid shoved off, said
he wanted to try his luck
on another boat, that's it.
- Would you call it a
coincidence that his body
was recovered up
here, I mean, north,
within 24 hours after
you returned to port?
- You call it what you want.
Last time I saw the
kid was in San Diego.
- Okay, Scow, you
know, I think I will
take you up on that
offer to look around.
- Sure.
Just as soon as you can
produce a search warrant.
(intense music)
- Well, if it ain't
Crowley, old sport.
- Come on, come on.
(spluttering)
It's pea soup.
Come on, a little more.
- Uh, wait a minute.
Who are you?
- You are in a real
bed eating real soup.
- It's not spiked.
- You need more salt.
- No, no.
I'll tell you what I need.
I need for you to take
your pretty little body
down to the corner, and
get me some sour mash.
Get me a little container,
any brand that's handy
on the shelf, see, I...
- Now hold on a minute.
You go back in that bottle,
you're gonna be a
dead man in a month.
You don't want that, do you?
- Where'd he come from?
I mean, who, who, who,
who are you people?
- We picked you up
yesterday, we're police officers.
(spluttering)
Now even if you could stand
up, don't try it, Mr. O'Malley.
Okay, just relax.
- What did I do?
- Nothing.
- Well, since when
do police officers
run facilities like this
for old wore-out sailors?
- Since we need your help.
- (chuckling) You need my help.
I'm gonna tell you
one thing, honey,
you gotta be flat desperate.
- Hey, Bo.
- Yeah.
Hello.
Mr. O'Malley, I'm Sergeant
Crowley, how you doing?
- He's doing a lot
better than yesterday.
- You have any luck with Scow?
- Scow tells me the last
time he saw the McManus boy
was in San Diego.
- McManus.
Scott.
- Yeah, that's right,
you know him?
- I sure do.
I took him to sea for the
first time when he was,
I don't know, eight, nine.
He is some kind of a sailor man.
- He's dead, Mr. O'Malley.
Now he might have drowned,
but we think maybe not.
- Oh, no.
No, no way that
boy drowned, why,
he could swim from here
to yonder in four foot waves.
Is that why you brought me here?
- We're talking to everybody
in the area, Mr. O'Malley.
You happen to know a
guy named John Scow.
- Well, let me put it this way.
Don't invite him and me
to the same party, alright?
- Can you suggest
any place we might go
to find out more about
this guy, John Scow?
- Are you gonna
let me out of here?
- We'll let you go.
- Well, in that case, I
would suggest that you
watch his boat,
and keep an eye
on the Rusty Bucket.
That's the bar down
there by the harbor.
Where sailors
drink, sailors talk.
(hammering)
(intense music)
(jazz music)
- [Tobin] Three beers, miss.
(crowd chattering)
- Yeah, yeah, well, we
should be ready to offload
sometime after midnight.
- What about the cops?
- Oh, yes.
- There we go.
- Yeah, oh!
You filthy broad,
you've got me all wet!
- Hey, hey, hey,
take it easy, Tobin!
Take it easy, come on.
- Break it, oh.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- Well, I don't suppose
you remember me.
(intense music)
- Whoa, whoa.
Where you going, big boy?
- What do you want?
- I just wanna talk to you.
- What about?
- Well, about some of
your dummy friends in there,
and a kid named McManus.
- Lose yourself, clown.
- Being nasty now.
- Now you stay out
of my way, you hear.
- Alright, alright, forget
it, hey, how you been?
Don't get up now.
Just wanna talk to you.
- They'll kill me.
- After you tell me
everything you know,
you can just take a trip
somewhere, you know,
and you won't get hurt that way.
- It was locked,
how'd you get in?
- Well, I never
threw that key away.
- Make yourself at home.
- Well, I'm trying,
why don't you
take your coat off
and stay awhile.
- Thanks, I thought
you'd never ask.
What brings you to town?
- Hmm, I can't
understand why Crowley
doesn't make a move for you.
- You never let up, do you?
- No.
- What brings you to town?
- Well, I heard you
were down on your luck,
going through some hard times.
So I thought I'd check it out.
And I know you can do
better than the Rusty Bucket.
- Yeah, you can do better than
Toe-in-Sock, Texas yourself.
- Now, that's a
good little town.
Who've you been seeing,
you been dating somebody?
- Oh, Paul Newman calls, two,
three times a week, you know?
- Newman, can't.
- The blue, blue eyes.
- Missed you.
- Oh, I know.
I could tell from all those
letters and phone calls.
Oh, my, and the flowers.
And telegrams, the
place was flooded.
How could you afford it?
Let's not play games.
We never did, so let's
not start now, okay?
- Okay.
Here's to John Scow.
- I don't get it.
- I'm gonna help you out.
Now I saw Crowley
down on his boat,
and I saw you in that dumb
wig, in your undercover outfit
in that dive.
And I used to play cop not
too long ago, if you remember.
- You know, I always did
love to listen to you talk.
- You do, well, listen.
I got a message for Crowley.
Want you to give it to him,
but don't you tell him where
it come from, you understand?
I don't know why,
but we, I just can't,
we just don't hit it off.
- Do you want me
to call him now?
- Mmm.
- Yeah, I,
I better.
- Yeah.
(intense music)
(beeping)
(intense music)
(engine growling)
- Everything went smooth.
- Where's Tobin?
- I think he split,
maybe he got scared.
- I spotted the Coast
Guard, shove off.
(engine revving)
- Well, the way he took off,
something must have gone down.
- Any idea what they're up to?
- No.
No, our undercover
policewoman overheard
part of the conversation
about this rendezvous
and the location, I don't know.
- It's your show, call the shot.
- Follow the cruiser.
- Headquarters to Point View.
Take the cruiser into
custody for questioning.
I'm sending helicopter
support to pick up the fisher.
(intense music)
- Okay, okay, yeah, you
come up with anything else,
let me know, will you?
Get this a little bit wet.
- I heard it on the way in.
You got skunked, huh?
- Yeah, that was
the Coast Guard.
The cruiser outran their cutter.
Of San Carlos Island
under 10 feet of water.
- What about the owner?
- Oh, it doesn't mean anything.
It was stolen from
Marcos Island.
- And Scow's boat, was it clean?
- We'll never know.
After the chopper spotted
it, we couldn't go aboard.
I still didn't have a paper.
I tell you one thing,
that Scow's a cool guy.
When I questioned
him about the speedboat
pulling up alongside,
he said the guy
had tried to buy some
lobsters from him.
He even had lobster
traps set in the water.
- Mmm.
- Alright, let's go over
it again, I wanna hear it.
I wanna hear every word
you ever heard in that bar
yesterday about the rendezvous.
- I didn't overhear anything
worthwhile at the bar.
- Well, where did you hear it?
- I got it from Chuck.
He told me last
night when I got home
from the Rusty Bucket.
- Chuck?
Chuck who?
- Chuck Whitfield.
(blues music)
- Karen, I'm sorry about Scott.
- I know.
Was he murdered?
- Well, the autopsy report
said he was struck on the head.
He didn't drown.
- This came
a few days after Scott left.
He,
just wanted to let me
know why he was going.
There's more.
Oh, I've been in a
fog since it came.
Like it says, he doesn't
want me to show it to anyone.
When I talked to
him later, he said I,
I just wanted you to
know what was happening.
What am I gonna
do with it, Chuck?
- I'd like to
hold on to this
for a while, if I can.
- [Announcer]
Dr. Gowers, please report
to the information desk.
- Hey.
- Glad to see you
guys, he's into me
for my next paycheck already.
(O'Malley chuckling)
- Is he really?
- I know a guy
bought a little house
with his exact mood.
So how's Scott and
his group doing?
- Mr. O'Malley, we got
a proposition for you.
How would you like
to put to sea again?
- In what?
- We've arranged for
you to use this boat
that was seized by
Customs in San Diego.
And we've changed the
documentation and everything.
We just want you to spread
the word around Land's End
that you're looking for
a crew and some work.
- Oh, chummin', huh, I
mean, I'm gonna be the bait.
- You're gonna be the bait.
Your doctor says you're okay,
and we'll cover you
around the clock.
- Let's get one thing
straight up front.
We're asking you.
- Dr. Frank Askin...
- If you don't like it,
say so.
- Room 224 please.
- You find Tobin?
- No.
But I don't think
the cops have him.
- Yeah, I don't like it,
something spooked that creep.
- Think we oughta
call this trip off?
- Oh, we can't,
everything's moving now.
Look, get a new boat
ready, at least a 24-footer.
I'll work out a new
rendezvous location later.
Make sure you're not followed.
- Right.
(bright music)
- Just stay there, Whitfield,
I wanna talk to you.
Honey, how about
a cup of coffee?
Now, I wanna know...
- I wanna know.
You know, Crowley,
you don't ever change.
- I wanna know where you
got your information on Scow,
that rendezvous this morning.
- You know, when I
was a cop down in Texas,
I wouldn't even ask
them stupid questions.
- Yeah, well, you're not a
cop in Texas now, pal, so...
- No, I ain't, and you ain't
my pal either, Crowley,
so don't call me pal.
Walk around
half-cocked all the time.
That's why she won't marry you.
- (scoffs) I love the
way you just make
your little pit stop
every couple of years.
Expect Pepper just to drop
whatever she's doing, that's,
what are you some kind of an
expert on what's good for her?
- You got a problem.
I tell you what your problem is.
- My problem?
- Yeah, you got a problem.
See, you don't have
the ability to show
your true feelings for her.
And you're sitting
back very comfortable
seeing a little relationship
where there's no commitment.
But let someone else
show a little interest,
and old play-it-safe Crowley
starts feeling threatened.
- Hi!
I hear you're looking for work.
Is your boat for hire?
- Well, depends on what for.
- I wanna haul a load of
shrimp up from Guaymas.
Are you interested?
- Uh-huh.
- What do you use for a crew?
- Well, I got a mate.
- Okay, get her fueled
up and ready to go,
we'll shove off
at 1600 tomorrow.
- You didn't say
anything about money.
- Oh, that's right.
How about $100 a ton.
- Mm-hmm.
- Good.
Oh, in case I have
to contact you,
you sleep onboard, don't you?
- Well, it sure beats
sleeping in the water, don't it?
- (chuckles) It sure
does, I'll see you.
(intense music)
- You say he sleeps in the boat?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, if you pour on the coal,
you oughta be back a
couple hours after dawn,
we'll meet right here.
- Right.
- Hey, you're not gonna
get me on this thing,
I get seasick just
looking at them.
- It's tied up, it's
not gonna move.
- Yeah, I thought
you said it didn't move.
What about Delgado?
- Well, he wants this boat
ready at 1600 hours tomorrow.
Wants me to haul some
shrimp from Guaymas.
The only thing is that this is
not the shrimp-carrying boat.
So I would think that
they are up to something.
- Sounds good.
How're you doing?
- What you really mean is,
have I had a drink yet, huh?
- I feel that I added a
little extra pressure on you.
- No.
No pressure.
Maybe this is just what it took.
Been a long, long time.
Wish I could kick it.
- How long you
been on the sauce?
- Too long.
Ever since
my wife died.
Lovely lady.
She was really my strength.
We didn't have any kids.
I lost everything,
they finally took the
boat away from me.
Tell you one thing.
You can't skipper a
fishing boat when you're
drunk.
(intense music)
- We got company.
- Okay, Pop, plans have changed.
Crank her up while
I pull in the lines.
And your little barmaid
friend there can be your mate.
- You said 1600 hours.
- I said shove off, now.
(intense music)
(intense music)
Slow her down, put
it on automatic pilot.
(engine throttling down)
Now get back there with her.
Move!
(intense music)
- You alright?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- Good.
Now what?
- Now you and your friend
are gonna take a little swim.
- You a good sailor?
Because unless you
understand that reckoning,
you're never gonna
keep that rendezvous.
- What the hell are
you talking about?
- Well, the compass,
the direction finder,
navigational aid
I'm afraid are not
working too good.
I mean, I started
to well, you know,
tinker around with them.
I guess I lost my touch.
- Why, you dirty...
- She's sick.
Now you better untie her if
you wanna keep that meet.
(intense music)
(hammering)
(phone ringing)
- Sergeant, that
possible on the radar
turned out to be a
fisher out of Guaymas.
- That's great.
Tell me something.
How much longer is
it gonna take you guys
to cover that area?
If we pinpoint it
correctly, an hour,
hour and a half more.
- That's great, she's been
out there eight hours now.
(phone ringing)
- Sergeant, I'm being
asked, how is it possible
they pirated the boat when
the police were watching it?
- You guys wanna tell him?
- Well, personally we
just thought that O'Malley
was taking Pepper for
a ride around the harbor.
(intense music)
(intense music)
- [Scow] Why did you bring him?
- What else could I do?
He screwed up all the
navigation equipment.
- You should have
stayed with your bottle.
Well, maybe you'd
prefer a burial at sea.
- I'll take care of him.
- Best chance we're
gonna have is in the water.
- I'm not that good a swimmer.
- Just do what I tell you
and hang tight, honey.
(intense music)
- Alright, drop it.
Blow your guts out.
- Well, he did say it was
one of the biggest busts
in the history of
the department.
- I don't know, as
far as I'm concerned
it's a case for homicide.
We got four people dead.
That weed seizure's
gotta be incidental to that.
- Well, there had to be
more people involved.
Has anybody else been caught?
- San Francisco P.D.
picked up a confederate
named Tobin, male
Caucasian, this morning.
- Incidentally, I, well, at
this point it's just a rumor,
but I've heard that
for your assistance
in this investigation,
Treasury's thinking about
returning your old boat to you.
- My old boat?
- Jack, why didn't
you tell us that Scow
had bought it from you and
changed the name to Sea Sport?
- Hmm.
It more or less, you know,
just kind of a personal thing.
I guess I, actually, I
guess I don't like to see
a lady's name changed.
- Crowley.
I got something important
I wanna talk to you about.
Okay, go ahead, open it.
We'd both like to
see what's inside.
- I paid you good money.
- Yeah, you did.
First to find your boy's
killer, they're in jail.
Second to find your
property, and there it is.
So open it.
- Open it.
- Well, then, I'll open it.
What do you think, Mr. McManus,
about $10 million worth?
- Was it worth your boy's life?
- I'm gonna read you
your constitutional rights.
- I don't know what happened
to my old man, Karen.
When I found out he'd gone
into the drug business, too,
something inside of me burst.
I remembered a
few buddies in 'Nam,
how the lousy
heroin ruined them.
And so I took a chest
he had, and I hid it.
Then he ended up with
more crooks and got killed.
World sure is ironic sometimes.
Pretty sickening.
- Yeah.
But, we've got you in it,
so it kind of balances it out.
- You and your
sweet talk, you know.
I know you don't mean it,
and I fall for it every
time. (chuckling)
- Just keep falling.
- What's with you and Crowley?
- Well, we're both
interested in the same thing.
You, my doll.
- That's why you
called me once...
- I'm interrupting something?
- No, nothing you
haven't interrupted before.
- Good.
You ready?
- Where are we going?
- O'Malley is so tickled
to have his boat back,
he wants you and me
to be the first visitors.
- Oh, that's great.
- Sure.
- Are you coming with us?
- Well, he said you and him.
- It's probably
a little crowded,
but I guess we
can squeeze you in.
- What is it, a
christening or something?
- Yeah, he's naming it
the One for the Road.
(bright music)
- Oh, you clumsy...
- I'm sorry, sir!
- He's dead, and you
want me to find a chest?
- It's important to me,
personal belongings.
- You got a strange way of
showing grief for your boy.
- Where'd he come from?
Who, who, who,
who are you people?
- We, we picked
you up yesterday,
we're police officers.
- Where you going, big boy?
- Lose yourself, clown,
you better just stick...
- Naw, forget, hey,
how you been?
- She's sick, now
you better untie her.
- Alright, drop it,
blow your guts out.
(intense music)
(bright music)
(speaking Spanish)
- How was that?
- Great, baby.
Except you won't be
speaking any Spanish
at this marina we're
gonna pull into.
- [Woman] But it's in Mexico.
- Yeah, and the
busboys like the dollar bill.
They all speak English.
- Oh.
(intense music)
- He makes me
feel uncomfortable.
Johnny, where's Juan this trip?
I mean, how come him?
- [Johnny] Well, it's a
simple matter of germs, E.
- [Woman] Translation,
in ingles, senor.
- Well, Juan got the flu,
so he sent his
cousin to take over.
- I don't like him.
- Do you like me?
- Want me to show you?
(Johnny chuckling)
- Alright, that's it.
Get to the stern, no
questions, just move.
- Hey, what do you
think you're doing?
- Move.
Move!
(intense music)
(gunshot)
(woman screaming)
(intense music)
(beeping)
- There she comes.
Gonna be alongside
in a couple of minutes.
(engine growling)
You hear me, McManus?
Okay, get the line, McManus.
Okay.
How'd it go?
- Well, the guy
and his girlfriend,
they were real cooperative.
- Yeah.
- And I picked up Tobin,
he came aboard with the stuff.
We were offloaded and
on our way in 15 minutes.
- Good.
Let's see what we got here.
Yeah.
Alright, move her
out about 100 yards,
pull the plug, wait in the
raft and we'll pick you up.
- Anything on radar?
- Yeah, the Queen
Mary followed you here.
(chuckling)
- Funny.
- Now scuttle her.
(intense music)
(engine growling)
Something the matter, kid?
- That was the Sea Eagle
out of the Presus Marina, right?
- Right.
You're a regular
marina encyclopedia,
anybody every tell you that?
- Look, Scow, I know the
owner of that boat, John Woods.
- [Scow] So?
- So the only way
you'll ever get that boat
away from him is to kill him.
- You pull in that line while
I get this stuff put away.
- What do you got in
the case, Mr. Scow?
Sure as hell isn't all that
bonito we ain't been catching.
- You're gonna
pull in that line.
(intense music)
(doorbell ringing)
- Who is it?
- [Man] It's your lover.
- It's my day off.
- It was your day off.
- Should have locked the door.
- Hey, glad to see you
using my Christmas present.
- No, it still works
after all this time,
believe it or not.
What's up?
- Ah, I got a call
from the Coast Guard.
Seems they
found a cabin cruiser, scuttled.
- That sounds like the
crime of the century already.
- Well, the only thing is
when it took off, Pepper,
there were three people aboard.
One was a stockbroker, a
young guy named Woods,
his fiancee, a model,
and a bogus crew member.
- How bogus?
- Well, they found the guy who
should have been manning her,
wasted.
So his killer obviously
went onboard in his place.
They don't know
what happened next
except that when
they located the boat,
they didn't locate
the three people.
- Who don't you help
yourself to a beer?
- Our divers went
down to have a look.
Somebody had disconnected
the water intake manifold,
and just pumped
her full of seawater.
- Then why didn't
it sink completely?
- Not this boat,
Sergeant Anderson.
It's equipped with a special
flotation collar right here.
So she took on water up
to the bridge, but that was it.
- I tell you what I'd
like to do, Commander.
I'd like to have our own
lab men take a look at her.
- Sure thing.
- What do you make of it?
- Piracy, drug trafficking.
- Mm-hmm, and now homicide.
A Juan Segaris, and
that couple probably.
- We've had six other boats
missing and not recovered,
so we sent out
a special bulletin
to alert the boat owners.
Looks like we missed this one.
- I got a couple of guys out
looking for Jack O'Malley.
The harbor detective tells
me he knows more about boats
and owners than anybody
in this area, is that true?
- Yeah, but good luck
if you can find him.
He's been into the booze
for about a year now.
So he could be
anywhere in the area,
or in any skid row on the coast.
- Would he know
something if he were sober?
- Sober, oh yeah.
- Whitfield?
- Yo.
- I'm McManus.
- How do you do?
So how much further
down can you go in this one
than you can this old one, huh?
- Look, you study
diving in your own time.
I'm interested in
finding my son.
- Whoa, partner.
It just helps, you
know, to know a little bit
about a lot of things
in my business.
Your boy, Scott.
How long did you
say he was missing?
- Well, he's not
exactly missing.
Not in the true sense.
- And why'd you call me?
- Look, my boy and me,
we had a disagreement
about how to conduct
a salvage operation.
He took off, and I,
well, I'd like to
patch things up.
- Yeah, when was
that, when'd he take off?
- Oh, a few weeks ago.
- Where'd he go?
- I heard he signed up on
a fishing boat in this area,
runs up and down the coast.
- What's the name of it?
- There're over 100 of
them sailing out of here.
And I just don't have the
time to do any more checking
than I've already done.
- Oh, I see.
But you're willing to pay a
private investigator $150 a day
and expenses just
to babysit your boy?
He's 20 years old, he's
20 years old, isn't he?
- Whitfield.
- Yeah?
- Please.
Look, I called his girlfriend.
She's real worried, too.
- What's her name?
- Karen, Karen Walters.
- Where do I find her?
- She works in a cafe on Chaput.
Right across from Land's End.
- (scoffs) What'd you
say his name was?
- O'Malley, Jack O'Malley.
- The cops usually pay a
little cash for information,
is that correct?
- (chuckles) You been
watching a little television, huh?
Well, how about a five.
- Well, thanks.
- What about O'Malley
now, the information, huh?
- Well, I'm new
down around here,
I just got in from Portland,
but I've heard the name.
So if you just keep
asking around,
I'd have settled for a deuce.
- Hmm, O'Malley.
- That's right.
- Well, you said Jack,
I know a Jackson.
- Jackson O'Malley,
we're trying to locate him.
- Oh, he's in pretty
bad shape, that one is.
- We've heard,
any idea where?
- Well, there's a couple of
flophouses he's been favoring
the last couple of months.
- Got some names?
- Yeah, the Star and
the Waldorf Square.
You could check out
either one of them.
- Thank you, good buddy.
(bright piano music)
- Scow's the one on the bridge.
- Scott hired on as a hand, huh?
- Yes.
- Where was he headed?
- They were gonna fish
the waters off the Baja.
- How come you know
that and his daddy didn't?
- Scott didn't want him to know.
He asked a lot of people
not to tell him if he asked.
Want some more coffee?
- Little bit.
When'd you hear from him last?
- He called from
San Diego Saturday.
- That's good, what
did he have to say?
Sit down.
- Nothing much.
A little personal
stuff, you know.
But I could tell
something was wrong.
He sounded,
well, scared.
You know what a Seal is?
Not the animal, a Navy Seal.
- Yeah, like frogmen.
- Yeah, exactly, only tougher.
Well, Scott spent
two years in Vietnam
at the end of the
war, in a Seal unit.
And he doesn't scare easily.
- What are Scow and
the rest of the crew like?
- I don't know, they
only been around here
a little over a year,
and pretty much loners.
- Why'd Scott have
a fight with his dad?
- I don't know.
- He musta told you something.
- Only that his father had
lost sight of his values,
like Scott put it,
and he wanted to protect him.
- Two joggers found him
washed up on the beach.
Looks like the sharks
already got to him.
- Geez, how'd you
ever identify that?
- He was wearing these.
- Scott McManus, U.S. Navy.
Cause of death?
- Probably drowning.
We won't know till
after the autopsy.
- You know, the Sea
Eagle was scuttled
about a half mile offshore,
could he have been on it?
- Sure, he could've.
He probably went over the
side before she went down.
I don't know what the
kid was into, do you?
- Nope, sure don't.
- Mr. McManus, can you
tell me where your son
was working recently?
- Nah.
- The sign outside
says McManus and Son.
Now, Scott was a
part of this business.
- I'm sure you've snooped
around enough to know
my boy took off three weeks ago.
- Can you tell me why?
- It's none of your business.
You just find out
who killed him.
That's what you
cops are paid for,
not to pry into
our private lives.
- Mr. McManus, that's
what I'm trying to do, sir,
to find out who killed him.
That's why I'm asking
these questions.
Sir, the Coast Guard has
located a cabin cruiser,
the Sea Eagle.
It was scuttled about a
half a mile off the coast.
Do you have any idea,
do you know if Scott ever
worked on the Sea Eagle?
- Scott probably worked
on half the boats down here
at one time or another.
He's been around
them all his life.
- Why would anybody
want to scuttle
a $175,000 cabin cruiser?
Any idea, sir?
- When will Scott's
body be available
- I'm really not sure, sir.
I can find out for you.
- Ah, please,
I'd like to be alone.
(intense music)
- Thank you very much.
- Chuck Whitfield.
Oh?
I want to leave a
message for him.
Have him call me right away.
My name's McManus.
He has my number.
It's important.
(intense music)
Here's 5,000. Find out
who murdered my son.
- Listen, if you're
so sure it's murder,
why don't you
take it to the police?
They're working on it.
- I don't need to
find out if, just who.
When you've got a name, call me.
And start with John Scow.
Word's out now Scott
was last seen on his boat.
Also, my boy took some
of my personal property
with him when he left.
- What kind of property?
- A chest, a little
smaller than that one.
I want it back.
- He's dead and you
want me to find a chest.
- There are ways,
and it's important to me.
It contains
personal belongings,
family things.
- Things he wanted
to protect you from?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- You got a strange way of
showing grief for your boy.
- Watch your step.
- Thought you said the Waldorf.
- Well, with the money that
Crowley pays off in information,
this is the best we get.
- We better find him before
they tear this place down.
- Yeah, the guy said six.
- This floor may go any minute.
- Six.
Hey, hey, hey, O'Malley.
Hey, O'Malley!
Come on, sport, come on.
- Okay.
- Come on.
Hey buddy, wake up.
- You think that's him?
- It smells like him.
Come on, he fits
the description.
Come on, he's out.
Come on, buddy.
- Let's get him
out of here fast.
- Come on now,
come on, it's alright.
(O'Malley muttering)
Come on, go with me,
come on, ah, come on now.
- I don't even know you.
- Come on, ah, it's a heavy one.
Come on, now, come on.
Whew, pull the door
at least, will you?
- Who are you?
- I got it, it's alright.
- There.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Morning, Captain Scow?
- Yeah.
- I'm Sergeant Crowley
with the police department,
this is Investigator Royster.
- Yeah, Crowley and Royster,
that has a nice ring to it.
- Yeah, do you think so?
- Mind if we come aboard?
- Sure.
Delgado, Tobin,
get over and pick
up those pots already.
Take a good look around,
Sergeant, it's just a fishing boat.
- Yeah, I haven't been on a boat
since I got out of the Navy.
- Except everything over
six feet was a ship, right?
- Yeah, that's right.
- Well, what can I do for you?
- Just discovered the
body of a Scott McManus,
washed up on the beach.
And we've been asking
questions, and we just heard
that he was a member of the
crew here on the Sea Sport.
- Yeah, was, for a
couple of short runs.
Nice kid.
Word around is here he
drowned, he fell off a boat,
that was it.
- This boat, maybe?
- Hey, that sounds
almost like some sort of,
what do they call
it, an accusation?
- It's a very simple
question, Mr. Scow,
and you can either
answer yes or no.
- Or I could refuse to
answer it completely.
- Yeah, you could.
But then,
the Coast Guard
could hold a special
board of inquiry, too.
- Okay, okay.
McManus,
he hired on
a couple of weeks ago for
a percentage of the cash.
We fished the Coronados.
After a week and
two runs of no fish,
we pull into San Diego,
the kid shoved off, said
he wanted to try his luck
on another boat, that's it.
- Would you call it a
coincidence that his body
was recovered up
here, I mean, north,
within 24 hours after
you returned to port?
- You call it what you want.
Last time I saw the
kid was in San Diego.
- Okay, Scow, you
know, I think I will
take you up on that
offer to look around.
- Sure.
Just as soon as you can
produce a search warrant.
(intense music)
- Well, if it ain't
Crowley, old sport.
- Come on, come on.
(spluttering)
It's pea soup.
Come on, a little more.
- Uh, wait a minute.
Who are you?
- You are in a real
bed eating real soup.
- It's not spiked.
- You need more salt.
- No, no.
I'll tell you what I need.
I need for you to take
your pretty little body
down to the corner, and
get me some sour mash.
Get me a little container,
any brand that's handy
on the shelf, see, I...
- Now hold on a minute.
You go back in that bottle,
you're gonna be a
dead man in a month.
You don't want that, do you?
- Where'd he come from?
I mean, who, who, who,
who are you people?
- We picked you up
yesterday, we're police officers.
(spluttering)
Now even if you could stand
up, don't try it, Mr. O'Malley.
Okay, just relax.
- What did I do?
- Nothing.
- Well, since when
do police officers
run facilities like this
for old wore-out sailors?
- Since we need your help.
- (chuckling) You need my help.
I'm gonna tell you
one thing, honey,
you gotta be flat desperate.
- Hey, Bo.
- Yeah.
Hello.
Mr. O'Malley, I'm Sergeant
Crowley, how you doing?
- He's doing a lot
better than yesterday.
- You have any luck with Scow?
- Scow tells me the last
time he saw the McManus boy
was in San Diego.
- McManus.
Scott.
- Yeah, that's right,
you know him?
- I sure do.
I took him to sea for the
first time when he was,
I don't know, eight, nine.
He is some kind of a sailor man.
- He's dead, Mr. O'Malley.
Now he might have drowned,
but we think maybe not.
- Oh, no.
No, no way that
boy drowned, why,
he could swim from here
to yonder in four foot waves.
Is that why you brought me here?
- We're talking to everybody
in the area, Mr. O'Malley.
You happen to know a
guy named John Scow.
- Well, let me put it this way.
Don't invite him and me
to the same party, alright?
- Can you suggest
any place we might go
to find out more about
this guy, John Scow?
- Are you gonna
let me out of here?
- We'll let you go.
- Well, in that case, I
would suggest that you
watch his boat,
and keep an eye
on the Rusty Bucket.
That's the bar down
there by the harbor.
Where sailors
drink, sailors talk.
(hammering)
(intense music)
(jazz music)
- [Tobin] Three beers, miss.
(crowd chattering)
- Yeah, yeah, well, we
should be ready to offload
sometime after midnight.
- What about the cops?
- Oh, yes.
- There we go.
- Yeah, oh!
You filthy broad,
you've got me all wet!
- Hey, hey, hey,
take it easy, Tobin!
Take it easy, come on.
- Break it, oh.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- Well, I don't suppose
you remember me.
(intense music)
- Whoa, whoa.
Where you going, big boy?
- What do you want?
- I just wanna talk to you.
- What about?
- Well, about some of
your dummy friends in there,
and a kid named McManus.
- Lose yourself, clown.
- Being nasty now.
- Now you stay out
of my way, you hear.
- Alright, alright, forget
it, hey, how you been?
Don't get up now.
Just wanna talk to you.
- They'll kill me.
- After you tell me
everything you know,
you can just take a trip
somewhere, you know,
and you won't get hurt that way.
- It was locked,
how'd you get in?
- Well, I never
threw that key away.
- Make yourself at home.
- Well, I'm trying,
why don't you
take your coat off
and stay awhile.
- Thanks, I thought
you'd never ask.
What brings you to town?
- Hmm, I can't
understand why Crowley
doesn't make a move for you.
- You never let up, do you?
- No.
- What brings you to town?
- Well, I heard you
were down on your luck,
going through some hard times.
So I thought I'd check it out.
And I know you can do
better than the Rusty Bucket.
- Yeah, you can do better than
Toe-in-Sock, Texas yourself.
- Now, that's a
good little town.
Who've you been seeing,
you been dating somebody?
- Oh, Paul Newman calls, two,
three times a week, you know?
- Newman, can't.
- The blue, blue eyes.
- Missed you.
- Oh, I know.
I could tell from all those
letters and phone calls.
Oh, my, and the flowers.
And telegrams, the
place was flooded.
How could you afford it?
Let's not play games.
We never did, so let's
not start now, okay?
- Okay.
Here's to John Scow.
- I don't get it.
- I'm gonna help you out.
Now I saw Crowley
down on his boat,
and I saw you in that dumb
wig, in your undercover outfit
in that dive.
And I used to play cop not
too long ago, if you remember.
- You know, I always did
love to listen to you talk.
- You do, well, listen.
I got a message for Crowley.
Want you to give it to him,
but don't you tell him where
it come from, you understand?
I don't know why,
but we, I just can't,
we just don't hit it off.
- Do you want me
to call him now?
- Mmm.
- Yeah, I,
I better.
- Yeah.
(intense music)
(beeping)
(intense music)
(engine growling)
- Everything went smooth.
- Where's Tobin?
- I think he split,
maybe he got scared.
- I spotted the Coast
Guard, shove off.
(engine revving)
- Well, the way he took off,
something must have gone down.
- Any idea what they're up to?
- No.
No, our undercover
policewoman overheard
part of the conversation
about this rendezvous
and the location, I don't know.
- It's your show, call the shot.
- Follow the cruiser.
- Headquarters to Point View.
Take the cruiser into
custody for questioning.
I'm sending helicopter
support to pick up the fisher.
(intense music)
- Okay, okay, yeah, you
come up with anything else,
let me know, will you?
Get this a little bit wet.
- I heard it on the way in.
You got skunked, huh?
- Yeah, that was
the Coast Guard.
The cruiser outran their cutter.
Of San Carlos Island
under 10 feet of water.
- What about the owner?
- Oh, it doesn't mean anything.
It was stolen from
Marcos Island.
- And Scow's boat, was it clean?
- We'll never know.
After the chopper spotted
it, we couldn't go aboard.
I still didn't have a paper.
I tell you one thing,
that Scow's a cool guy.
When I questioned
him about the speedboat
pulling up alongside,
he said the guy
had tried to buy some
lobsters from him.
He even had lobster
traps set in the water.
- Mmm.
- Alright, let's go over
it again, I wanna hear it.
I wanna hear every word
you ever heard in that bar
yesterday about the rendezvous.
- I didn't overhear anything
worthwhile at the bar.
- Well, where did you hear it?
- I got it from Chuck.
He told me last
night when I got home
from the Rusty Bucket.
- Chuck?
Chuck who?
- Chuck Whitfield.
(blues music)
- Karen, I'm sorry about Scott.
- I know.
Was he murdered?
- Well, the autopsy report
said he was struck on the head.
He didn't drown.
- This came
a few days after Scott left.
He,
just wanted to let me
know why he was going.
There's more.
Oh, I've been in a
fog since it came.
Like it says, he doesn't
want me to show it to anyone.
When I talked to
him later, he said I,
I just wanted you to
know what was happening.
What am I gonna
do with it, Chuck?
- I'd like to
hold on to this
for a while, if I can.
- [Announcer]
Dr. Gowers, please report
to the information desk.
- Hey.
- Glad to see you
guys, he's into me
for my next paycheck already.
(O'Malley chuckling)
- Is he really?
- I know a guy
bought a little house
with his exact mood.
So how's Scott and
his group doing?
- Mr. O'Malley, we got
a proposition for you.
How would you like
to put to sea again?
- In what?
- We've arranged for
you to use this boat
that was seized by
Customs in San Diego.
And we've changed the
documentation and everything.
We just want you to spread
the word around Land's End
that you're looking for
a crew and some work.
- Oh, chummin', huh, I
mean, I'm gonna be the bait.
- You're gonna be the bait.
Your doctor says you're okay,
and we'll cover you
around the clock.
- Let's get one thing
straight up front.
We're asking you.
- Dr. Frank Askin...
- If you don't like it,
say so.
- Room 224 please.
- You find Tobin?
- No.
But I don't think
the cops have him.
- Yeah, I don't like it,
something spooked that creep.
- Think we oughta
call this trip off?
- Oh, we can't,
everything's moving now.
Look, get a new boat
ready, at least a 24-footer.
I'll work out a new
rendezvous location later.
Make sure you're not followed.
- Right.
(bright music)
- Just stay there, Whitfield,
I wanna talk to you.
Honey, how about
a cup of coffee?
Now, I wanna know...
- I wanna know.
You know, Crowley,
you don't ever change.
- I wanna know where you
got your information on Scow,
that rendezvous this morning.
- You know, when I
was a cop down in Texas,
I wouldn't even ask
them stupid questions.
- Yeah, well, you're not a
cop in Texas now, pal, so...
- No, I ain't, and you ain't
my pal either, Crowley,
so don't call me pal.
Walk around
half-cocked all the time.
That's why she won't marry you.
- (scoffs) I love the
way you just make
your little pit stop
every couple of years.
Expect Pepper just to drop
whatever she's doing, that's,
what are you some kind of an
expert on what's good for her?
- You got a problem.
I tell you what your problem is.
- My problem?
- Yeah, you got a problem.
See, you don't have
the ability to show
your true feelings for her.
And you're sitting
back very comfortable
seeing a little relationship
where there's no commitment.
But let someone else
show a little interest,
and old play-it-safe Crowley
starts feeling threatened.
- Hi!
I hear you're looking for work.
Is your boat for hire?
- Well, depends on what for.
- I wanna haul a load of
shrimp up from Guaymas.
Are you interested?
- Uh-huh.
- What do you use for a crew?
- Well, I got a mate.
- Okay, get her fueled
up and ready to go,
we'll shove off
at 1600 tomorrow.
- You didn't say
anything about money.
- Oh, that's right.
How about $100 a ton.
- Mm-hmm.
- Good.
Oh, in case I have
to contact you,
you sleep onboard, don't you?
- Well, it sure beats
sleeping in the water, don't it?
- (chuckles) It sure
does, I'll see you.
(intense music)
- You say he sleeps in the boat?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, if you pour on the coal,
you oughta be back a
couple hours after dawn,
we'll meet right here.
- Right.
- Hey, you're not gonna
get me on this thing,
I get seasick just
looking at them.
- It's tied up, it's
not gonna move.
- Yeah, I thought
you said it didn't move.
What about Delgado?
- Well, he wants this boat
ready at 1600 hours tomorrow.
Wants me to haul some
shrimp from Guaymas.
The only thing is that this is
not the shrimp-carrying boat.
So I would think that
they are up to something.
- Sounds good.
How're you doing?
- What you really mean is,
have I had a drink yet, huh?
- I feel that I added a
little extra pressure on you.
- No.
No pressure.
Maybe this is just what it took.
Been a long, long time.
Wish I could kick it.
- How long you
been on the sauce?
- Too long.
Ever since
my wife died.
Lovely lady.
She was really my strength.
We didn't have any kids.
I lost everything,
they finally took the
boat away from me.
Tell you one thing.
You can't skipper a
fishing boat when you're
drunk.
(intense music)
- We got company.
- Okay, Pop, plans have changed.
Crank her up while
I pull in the lines.
And your little barmaid
friend there can be your mate.
- You said 1600 hours.
- I said shove off, now.
(intense music)
(intense music)
Slow her down, put
it on automatic pilot.
(engine throttling down)
Now get back there with her.
Move!
(intense music)
- You alright?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- Good.
Now what?
- Now you and your friend
are gonna take a little swim.
- You a good sailor?
Because unless you
understand that reckoning,
you're never gonna
keep that rendezvous.
- What the hell are
you talking about?
- Well, the compass,
the direction finder,
navigational aid
I'm afraid are not
working too good.
I mean, I started
to well, you know,
tinker around with them.
I guess I lost my touch.
- Why, you dirty...
- She's sick.
Now you better untie her if
you wanna keep that meet.
(intense music)
(hammering)
(phone ringing)
- Sergeant, that
possible on the radar
turned out to be a
fisher out of Guaymas.
- That's great.
Tell me something.
How much longer is
it gonna take you guys
to cover that area?
If we pinpoint it
correctly, an hour,
hour and a half more.
- That's great, she's been
out there eight hours now.
(phone ringing)
- Sergeant, I'm being
asked, how is it possible
they pirated the boat when
the police were watching it?
- You guys wanna tell him?
- Well, personally we
just thought that O'Malley
was taking Pepper for
a ride around the harbor.
(intense music)
(intense music)
- [Scow] Why did you bring him?
- What else could I do?
He screwed up all the
navigation equipment.
- You should have
stayed with your bottle.
Well, maybe you'd
prefer a burial at sea.
- I'll take care of him.
- Best chance we're
gonna have is in the water.
- I'm not that good a swimmer.
- Just do what I tell you
and hang tight, honey.
(intense music)
- Alright, drop it.
Blow your guts out.
- Well, he did say it was
one of the biggest busts
in the history of
the department.
- I don't know, as
far as I'm concerned
it's a case for homicide.
We got four people dead.
That weed seizure's
gotta be incidental to that.
- Well, there had to be
more people involved.
Has anybody else been caught?
- San Francisco P.D.
picked up a confederate
named Tobin, male
Caucasian, this morning.
- Incidentally, I, well, at
this point it's just a rumor,
but I've heard that
for your assistance
in this investigation,
Treasury's thinking about
returning your old boat to you.
- My old boat?
- Jack, why didn't
you tell us that Scow
had bought it from you and
changed the name to Sea Sport?
- Hmm.
It more or less, you know,
just kind of a personal thing.
I guess I, actually, I
guess I don't like to see
a lady's name changed.
- Crowley.
I got something important
I wanna talk to you about.
Okay, go ahead, open it.
We'd both like to
see what's inside.
- I paid you good money.
- Yeah, you did.
First to find your boy's
killer, they're in jail.
Second to find your
property, and there it is.
So open it.
- Open it.
- Well, then, I'll open it.
What do you think, Mr. McManus,
about $10 million worth?
- Was it worth your boy's life?
- I'm gonna read you
your constitutional rights.
- I don't know what happened
to my old man, Karen.
When I found out he'd gone
into the drug business, too,
something inside of me burst.
I remembered a
few buddies in 'Nam,
how the lousy
heroin ruined them.
And so I took a chest
he had, and I hid it.
Then he ended up with
more crooks and got killed.
World sure is ironic sometimes.
Pretty sickening.
- Yeah.
But, we've got you in it,
so it kind of balances it out.
- You and your
sweet talk, you know.
I know you don't mean it,
and I fall for it every
time. (chuckling)
- Just keep falling.
- What's with you and Crowley?
- Well, we're both
interested in the same thing.
You, my doll.
- That's why you
called me once...
- I'm interrupting something?
- No, nothing you
haven't interrupted before.
- Good.
You ready?
- Where are we going?
- O'Malley is so tickled
to have his boat back,
he wants you and me
to be the first visitors.
- Oh, that's great.
- Sure.
- Are you coming with us?
- Well, he said you and him.
- It's probably
a little crowded,
but I guess we
can squeeze you in.
- What is it, a
christening or something?
- Yeah, he's naming it
the One for the Road.
(bright music)