Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 2 - Guns - full transcript
- There were over
200 of these alone.
Feds wanna talk to you.
- You sell me to them?
- Killing a cop?
- If she's blown away,
they'll take delivery
But with a dead cop
they'll have bloodhounds
on our trail before
her body's cold.
- See what I mean?
They go in, but sometimes
they don't come out.
- Well, they've all
come out today.
- Except for that Lincoln
yesterday, the gold one,
and the one you say you
dumped on them, Charlie.
- I did dump it here!
- Yeah, well I
don't see it Charlie.
And if it were here,
I'd see it, right?
- Look, Crowley, it's
already been cut apart.
You see they pull
the parts they want,
then they press the rest of it.
Front end, transmission,
doors, and fenders, okay?
- Calm down, calm down, Charlie.
- Yeah, but what is he
busting my chops for?
I ain't no snitch.
- Not a good one,
that's for sure.
- Crowley, what do
you want from me?
Love and trust?
You got me on a bad rap, man.
This is my third
grand theft auto
and I'm over 40 years old.
If I go away on a long one now,
I'll be a piece of
meat when I come out.
- All right, look, you wanted
the deal and you got one.
If you don't like the
way my partner talks,
that's too bad.
This may be a first for you,
but we're used to
dealing like this all time
and we don't like it either.
Now, who owns this place?
- Who knows?
I drive one in and
Simmons hands me cash
and I call a cab
from a block away.
- I think we got enough
for a search warrant.
What do you think, Bill?
- Well, if we don't,
he goes away, not me.
- Okay.
I'll apply for it.
We can hit it tonight.
- Thanks, Sergeant.
- Let's go.
- You sure wake up
mean on Tuesdays.
- Alright, Buck, let's go.
- Thanks a lot, buddy.
- Cut the light.
- All right, you guys stay here
and keep the place secure.
- Right, police, freeze!
Hold it right there, buddy.
Drop what you got in your hands.
Put your hands on top
of your head, let's go.
- What's going on here?
This is private property.
You got no business
here, nobody called you.
- We have a search warrant.
This is a stolen car.
- Watch it, pal.
- When did you guys
start getting secretaries?
- Hey, Bill, it's
got a lock on it.
You want us to kick it in?
- You got a key for that door?
- I'm only a watchman here,
I don't have keys for nothing.
Kick it in, Joe.
- Okay, Peter.
- Wonder what's in here.
- I'm only the secretary,
ask the watchman.
Stand back.
- Here.
- I must be getting
old or something.
Try these.
Hey, do you wanna look at this?
- What'd you get?
- Look, I don't know
anything about this stuff!
I never been in here before.
- There were over
200 of these alone.
We were up all night making
out the property vouchers.
- When did you inform the feds?
- This morning,
after we inventoried.
You ever try to
reach one of them
in the middle of the night?
- I don't have to anymore.
You do.
You know, some of
them are pretty annoyed
that the papers got
it before they did.
- Yeah, but let me tell
you something now.
We didn't inform the papers.
They picked up some
radio calls from the truck
and stuck their noses in
it the way they always do.
- Okay.
Now you explain that to them.
Now?
- Now.
Fellas.
Agents Bishop and Turner.
Sergeants Crowley and Anderson.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Hi.
- Who's in charge of the case?
- I am.
Sergeant Anderson
here obtained the warrant.
- I see.
You know, of course, that
guns are a federal case.
- Oh yeah, we know.
We tried to reach you
in the middle of the night.
- How'd you happen to get
involved in the first place?
I mean, it should have
been turned over to us.
- Oh, we didn't get involved,
we just opened a door
and there they were.
I mean, it's luck that
we found them at all.
- Well, your good
luck seems to have
slightly embarrassed us.
Have you seen the headlines?
- We figured on reading
the papers with breakfast.
We haven't had that yet, either.
- I'll need your files
on the case, of course.
- You're welcome to them.
- And the identity
of your informant.
We stopped at court to
check your application
for the warrant,
you didn't name him.
- No, I didn't.
- You have to name
him, you know that.
- Wait a minute, her
informant didn't know anything
about the guns.
He thought he was
setting up a stolen car ring.
I mean, there's
no reason for her to
give him to you guys.
- As her superior, Captain,
I would suggest that
you issue an order.
- Oh, I didn't hear anyone
say they wouldn't cooperate,
just that they won't divulge
the name of their informant.
Since when have you people
been giving yours away?
- It's our case, Captain.
- And it's our informant.
Look, I'll ask him
whatever you want asked,
but it goes through me.
- Sergeant, I think you're
being unreasonable.
I mean, we can
force his disclosure.
- And you'll lose any
cooperation from us.
That includes Sergeant
Anderson and me.
- Well, then I have to
deal with your superiors.
- You know, we seem to
be forgetting what this case
is all about, we're
supposed to be after
a gun running operation.
We'll work with you or alone,
but not for you.
- Captain, if I could have a
few words with you in private.
- Mm-hmm.
- Here, gentlemen,
feel free to use my office.
- Thank you.
- The files are locked.
- We wanna talk to you.
- What?
What are you doing here?
- We're having breakfast.
- You read the papers?
- Yeah, well,
that's what I mean.
See, I thought I
gave up a car thing.
If I knew there was guns there,
I'd shut my mouth.
I took my rap.
- The Feds wanna talk to you.
- You'd sell me to them?
Once they get you
they never let go.
You told me you
would keep me covered.
You said this was a one
shot deal and I delivered.
- Charlie, relax, will you?
She didn't sell you to anybody.
- Yeah, but is she going to?
- I won't.
But you've gotta talk to me.
Through me, if they
get what they need,
they may not even
want you, okay?
- Yeah, but I told
you everything I know.
- Charlie, if you didn't know
more, you wouldn't be scared.
- I know a few names.
- Just give us everything
you got, Charlie.
Let's start with the names.
- Well, there was a Jim Nolan.
And there was a Grebbs.
I don't know him any other way.
But they own a travel
agency over on Venetia.
- There it is, Bonanza
Travel Agency.
- Yep.
- The city record
shows it in Wildwood.
Room 208.
- What are you gonna
do if they're up there?
- Bet you lunch they're not.
Come on.
Try the round
ones, they're great.
Then maybe you won't
be so cranky later on.
- What do you mean, later on?
I just need some sleep.
- Mm, so do I.
Oh!
I want you to do
me a favor, okay?
It's easy, it's on
your way home.
- Why couldn't you
have just tried to
set me up a little bit?
Turn on the charm, promise
me your body or something?
- Eat.
Now, if you would
stop by the city hall
and check the
corporate records again,
it would save us a
lot of time tomorrow.
- Mm-hmm.
And what are you gonna do?
- Have a pastrami
sandwich for dessert.
If your heart was as
tender as your pastrami,
you'd tell me what I wanna know.
- I sell only the best.
Meat, I know, ask me about
meat, I'll tell you anything.
- I'm asking about guns.
You were buying
everything in sight once
and getting them
out of the country, too.
I was young then.
That was...
That was 30 years ago.
We were fighting a
war and we had no guns.
When we won, I never had
anything to do with guns again.
- How do I find these dealers?
Who are the big boys in it now?
- Pepper, behave yourself.
I was running guns for my
people, they gave me a medal,
I saw a country born.
Here, here I got no medal.
I got two years in
the federal prison.
It's over.
Now I sell heartburn.
- Ever hear of a
Grebbs or a Nolan?
Sweetheart, please.
I know you from...
From before you knew the
difference between boys and girls.
Have a celery tonic.
Find a husband.
Forget this business.
This ain't just
cops and robbers.
There's usually
countries involved.
These people play for serious.
- Abe, I'm gonna find out.
You're just gonna be able
to save me a lot of time.
It's very important to me.
- Have a celery tonic.
- I want names, information.
- What's the use?
Nolan, I never heard of.
Grebbs, you got the name right.
He was around when I was,
a big supplier even then.
Today, I guess he could own
his own war if he wanted to.
- He's like a shadow.
He can't be found.
- I'll tell ya this.
Your shadow knows guns.
He loves them.
- How many of
these are available?
- The government's selling
2000 at 50 bucks a pop.
- Buy 'em with the Texas company
and sell them across
the border for starters.
Only on paper.
Then show a 10 percent
profit on the books.
- Where do you want 'em to go?
- San Diego, one
of the warehouses.
They have to be shipped
to make up for that
junkyard business.
Did you find out
who set us up yet?
- We're looking around.
- Well, you find
them and lose 'em.
I don't like to see any
part of my business
in the headlines.
It brings attention and
then comes trouble.
How's the watchman holding out?
- Says nothing without
our lawyer around,
he's doing fine.
- He should, he'll live longer.
Now, you find that stool pigeon
and buy the cop if you have to.
- Yeah, the cop's a chick.
- Who cares?
But find that snitch
and take care of him.
- Yeah?
- Oh, good morning, my darling.
It's that time again.
It's Pete.
Sorry to wake you up,
but it's tomorrow already.
Oh, no.
You're lying.
It's too soon and
it's still dark out.
- I know that, but we
got a problem either way.
Your secret gun informant
is no secret anymore.
- How, Pete, what happened?
- Well, the Feds got a hold
of him somehow or other,
they were up at his apartment
and he got word
from his landlady
and he's really scared, Pep.
He wants to talk
with you right away.
He said that you
would know where.
Joe's on his way to
pick you up right now.
- Over there, Joe, the Ford.
Charlie?
Charlie!
You could have dealt
with him through me
and instead you found
him and killed him.
- That's a pretty dumb
accusation for a pro,
Sergeant Anderson.
Now, you left a traffic
sign on the court records.
We checked your cases, we
came up with an obvious cop out.
It fit in.
We went to question Witt.
- And left an even bigger
sign for every street punk
that Witt was an informant!
How long did you
think he'd live after that?
One hour or two?
- If you'd turned him
over to us immediately,
then we could
have kept him safe.
- Until you were
finished using him
and then cut him loose
and they'd have
dusted him anyway.
Now how much information
are you gonna get out of him?
- As much as he
told you, Sergeant.
- Which is nothing.
He gave me a few names,
which I am checking out.
- What are they?
- I'm involved in
this up to my neck.
If you want any information,
we're gonna have to trade.
- Sergeant, I don't
trade information.
- And I don't work for you.
- Oh, you just might
before we're done.
- You're late.
- I was at the federal building.
Charlie Witt's dead.
- Yeah, I know, I got the word.
I got Pete and Joe
over at Homicide
to see what they can turn up.
I don't like it any
more than you do.
Here, look at this.
Now, we started
out with two names.
Now we got a dozen
corporations and over 30 names.
I could keep going,
I just ran outta time.
And all these are
right here in town.
Who knows how many
there are in other states.
- The Feds would know.
- Then let's give them
this and let them handle it.
- The way they handled Witt?
- It's their thing, Pep,
let's give it to them.
Since when are
you their biggest fan?
You've been known
to beef about 'em.
- Yeah, when they've
butt into our cases, sure.
But now we're
butting into theirs.
You're gonna have
to give it to them, Pep.
I'm serious.
This is an official
telephone message.
You're to appear before a
hearing of a federal task force
investigating arms suppliers.
Right now they got a
subpoena on the way
to the Commissioner's
office for you.
- They sure know how to
throw their weight around.
- Yeah.
What are you doing,
calling your lawyer?
- My hairdresser.
And then a friend of
mine on the newspaper.
If they want a show,
I'll give it to them.
- Sergeant, one
question, please.
Did you uh...
Give this story to the papers?
- Oh, I read that this morning.
I wondered how they got it, too.
You need to put some
pressure on them, Mr. Bishop.
- I said lose him, dummy,
not make him famous!
- I didn't know the Feds
were gonna publicize it, I...
I just didn't know.
- Oh, Feds, nothing.
That bust in the
junkyard was a city job.
They were looking for cars
and that fink was a cop fink.
For a pantyhose with a badge,
she's making all these waves.
- Ah, she's a cop.
Can't do nothing about her.
- Look, you send a
couple of your people over
to listen to the hearings.
Tape it if you can.
It's only on for an hour
every day on television.
And use them two, at
least they look human.
- How about you?
You be around just in case?
- Oh, I'm flying to Dallas,
I'll be back in three days.
- What's in Dallas?
- Tanks.
I've already got 'em sold,
now I gotta buy some.
Now, you handle
your end, you hear?
- Mm-hmm.
- To continue,
Sergeant Anderson,
in your experience
with gun shipments,
did you ever happen upon
a cache like this before?
- Mr. Hayes, I have no
experience with gun running.
This is the first time
I've ever come across
any major arms supplier.
- The information I
have been provided with
informs me that you are now
investigating one such case.
A case that apparently is
not under your jurisdiction
and that you are not
providing information
to the proper authorities.
Is that true?
- Are you asking me to
admit to a crime, counselor?
I mean, surely you must
know that you have to
inform me of my rights first.
That, too, is a
federal decision.
Uh, perhaps the question
was misunderstood.
Let me rephrase it.
This panel would
appreciate any information
that you could offer.
- I understand that, sir,
but this is an open hearing
and so I would
prefer to withhold...
- Unless you're planning to
take the Fifth Amendment,
I insist that you proceed.
We are fully aware that
this is an open hearing,
but that's exactly our purpose.
- All right, sir.
It appears that the gun
dealers use a cushion
of corporations that
are in joint ownership
and intertwined with each
other and subsidiary companies.
I found it to start with the
Bonanza Travel Agency.
The corporate
officers are listed as a
Nolan, Sanderson, and Phillips.
Nolan is reputed to
be in partnership with
or to be a main
figure in an operation
headed by a man named Grebbs.
This man is not identified yet.
There may be some
available information
by the Alcohol Tobacco
Tax Agency, the ATTA,
but federal information
is not made available
to local law enforcement,
as you know.
- I think we shall adjourn
for a couple of hours,
hold a meeting in chambers.
Gentlemen.
- Yes, sir, some of the
information is in our files,
but it's speculative and
has not been confirmed.
- But it is in your files?
- Some of it, sir, yes.
- The purpose of this panel
is to hear the information
and decide what is relevant.
We decide, not you.
- Mr. Chairman, I...
I don't believe I could
get authorization.
- Then we will have
to adjourn until you do.
- No, we have a
witness to continue with.
I want everything you
know put into the record,
Sergeant Anderson.
Let's get this pot boiling.
You'll testify while we
have the TV coverage.
- Mr. Bishop.
It's getting a little out of
hand in there, don't you think?
- Yeah.
And there was no reason for it.
Look, if you're concerned
about her safety,
she just did it to herself
in that hearing room...
- Her safety is
our responsibility
and we can handle that.
- Well, good.
If you're not sure, we
can always put her under
federal witness protection.
That'll be the day,
when one of our people
asks your people for protection.
Yeah.
- I'm not here, you understand?
No flight plan, not
on any manifest.
We took off from our
own airfield in Texas,
I'll be back before
morning, is that clear?
- Yeah, you're coming
back on a commercial flight
in two days, I understand that,
but that's not what
I'm worried about.
- He'll drop you off downtown
and when you get
set, contact him.
He'll be expecting your call.
I'll be back by Thursday.
By that time the
job should be done.
- Killing a cop?
- Look, that decision
has been made.
We got too much
iron in the fire.
Over six million with our South
American customers alone.
Now, if she keeps
talking, they'll pull out.
But if she's blown
away, they'll take delivery.
- Yeah, but a dead cop?
They'll have
bloodhounds on our trail
before her body's cold.
- Let 'em.
In one week all our
deliveries will be made,
then we'll be gone,
no trail, no problems.
And a year from now
we'll be back in business.
Come on, your man's waiting.
And put Waldren
on him to identify her.
- Well, who's covering her now?
- I got a team from Metro
hanging a loose tail on her.
I promised them I'd
keep her busy working
so they could
keep an eye on her.
- Keep an eye on who?
- Nothing, I'm just
telling them a joke.
- Oh, I'd love to hear it.
- It's dirty.
- You have to write it
down to understand it?
Hang a loose tail on me.
Well, if they follow me
to the john, I'll flush 'em.
- Well, one thing I cannot
stand is family squabbles.
- Yes, indeed.
- Where are you going?
- I got a singing lesson.
- Bye.
- Okay, now for the good news.
Word's down from the
Commissioner's office.
We gotta keep hands
off anything to do
with the arms case.
- Fine with me.
Of course, they didn't say
anything about murder cases,
did they?
- You know, it's
absolutely amazing
the way you're starting
to think like the old master.
Come on, they're
waiting for us at Homicide.
- Here you are.
- Thank you.
- You were really lucky.
They could have
taken your head off.
Such a nice head.
- Yeah, lucky
me it's still there.
- Frank, did you make a
comparison to the bullet
that you took out
of Witt's body?
- I anticipated that.
You're okay.
- You mean it compares?
- This gun that shot
at you also killed Witt.
- Do the Feds know that?
- Not yet.
- So.
There were two slugs in the
guy that was killed last night.
One was yours, but the
other was a nine millimeter
steel jacketed job.
It tore a two inch hole
right in the concrete.
- Why would he wanna
do in his own partner?
- Orders.
Sure, you go down, you go out.
A pro could do that.
An outside hit man
with no personal feelings
about the people
he's working with.
No loose ends.
- That's good enough.
- Oh, looks like we're not the
only ones sightseeing today.
- Morning.
I'm glad to see you came
through last night intact.
- Not completely.
- Listen, maybe we'd
better get back to the office,
what do you say?
- You've got what you wanted.
You've got your
exclusive on the gun case.
Why'd you pull all the
records on this one?
I'm just a cop who got shot at,
it happens all the time to cops.
- Cop or not, you're a federal
witness under subpoena.
You belong to us.
- Uh, this dead
guy, Waldren, here,
just how does he
fit into this thing?
- Cleared this morning.
We believe he ties in
with the gun operation.
- How?
- We've come across
Waldren's name before.
- With Grebbs?
- I can't give you
any more information.
- You want it all, don't you?
Don't forget to take
the chalk marks.
- Listen, before
you say anything,
let me tell you about Pepper.
She's a hell of a cop
and she gets a
little headstrong,
but it's usually for
the right reasons.
Bishop, there's
nothing in the world
that's gonna keep
her off this case.
She's already taken care
of that with the committee.
I mean, she set herself up.
- Yeah.
- But after it's all over with,
it doesn't make any
difference whether
you love us or we love you.
Just so long as
we've all done the job
and hopefully saved her life.
- That's exactly what I
came here this morning to say
to both of you, but she uh...
She didn't give me a chance.
- Yeah, well, I never
said she fights fair.
Hey, there's just
one other thing.
Thanks for adding
your protection.
I uh...
I just wouldn't let her know.
- Well, uh, what's
the expression?
Stonewall it.
- Waldren.
Here it is.
He shows on one
of the companies.
- That's no surprise.
Bishop made that
connection for you.
- Bishop didn't connect
me to a damn thing.
Okay.
What's the company?
- A beauty parlor.
Hmm.
- It's about time you had
your hair done, isn't it?
- Mm, that feels great.
No wonder the men have
taken over all these businesses
for themselves.
- We don't get that many.
A few regulars.
- Yeah, all I see
is women in here.
It's the men who
are getting their
hair done all the time.
I mean, take my boyfriend.
- Yours?
- Well.
- The only men
we get around here
are the owner and
a few of his friends.
There's no off the
street business.
- It's me, can you
stay where you are?
I'll be right over.
We got new trouble.
She was sitting in front of me.
- You're sure it was her?
- She doesn't look
like just any chick.
I saw her on TV, it was her.
- What kinda stuff did
Waldren have in there?
- I don't know.
- He was your partner,
your brother-in-law!
What do you mean you don't know?
- I want her.
- You're not needed
for that, I told you.
- I want her!
You let Mike go
out with that guy.
- He doesn't exist, you hear me?
- I hear you.
But I wanna go out with him.
Look...
We needed Waldren
to point her out, that's all.
Now he's attached to
her, do you understand?
Yeah.
- What did you guys
keep in the beauty parlor?
- Could be anything.
But no guns.
- You idiots.
Don't you understand anything?
Those banana Napoleons
are sitting back there
waiting to see how
we handle things
before they agree
to take delivery!
Look, so Waldren
left your sister a widow
with three kids.
But if we can complete delivery,
have you any idea
what her share will be?
It'll be 200,000 dollars!
Show me the bookkeeping
on the Texas deal.
- I'm gonna get her.
- Right.
Yeah, okay, right.
Pepper.
- Just nevermind the story,
you get to take me home.
- Well, good, that
saves me an argument.
But the boss would like
to see you right away, Billy.
- Bishop again.
I'll go in with you.
- Uh, he didn't say
we, he said me.
He just wants to yell
a little, he's got a right.
I tell you what, you
can have the next one.
See you in the morning.
Go home.
- How come you need
so many groceries?
- I'm on a new diet.
- Look, I know this
great restaurant.
Artichokes stuffed
with oysters...
- Joe!
Joe!
Joe!
Joe, what...
Oh my god.
Oh!
- Pep, they said
he's gonna be okay.
They said the bullet went
in and out clean, honey.
- Sure, well, I've
heard that before.
I gotta see for myself.
How is he, Pete?
- I don't know, they got
him so heavily medicated.
He seems to be
coming out of it a little bit.
- Did you talk to him,
did he say anything?
- Nurse told me I had to split.
- Why don't you go
home and get some rest?
I'll stick around.
- I thought I'd stay
around myself a little bit.
- Have a cup of coffee?
- Yeah, that's a good idea.
- Come on.
We'll be back.
- See ya, Pep.
- Is that more comfortable?
You can't come in here yet.
- Is he awake?
- Oh, not completely.
You'll have to leave.
- The doctor said I could
wait here, I'm his wife.
- I'll check.
I'm sorry, Pep.
We lost the baby.
- You're young,
you'll have more.
- Not tonight.
Where's Pete?
- He's having some
more coffee with Bill.
I think he's gonna float
away, he's pretty worried.
- Hmm.
- Are you all right?
- I've been shot.
And I'm still hungry.
- I told you to duck.
- I didn't hear you.
- You were lying
down at the time.
I don't know what
to say, Joe, I'm...
I'm so sorry.
- What are you sorry about?
You didn't shoot me.
- I might as well have.
It's all a part of my case,
the one I'm not even
supposed to be on.
It's a federal case,
why am I so stubborn?
I should have butted out
of there a long time ago
and then none of this
would have happened.
- No, look.
I'm the one in bed.
You should be feeling
sorry for me, not yourself.
- I'm sorry again.
I mean, I'm sorry for you.
- Pepper, Pepper.
I never figured to
come out of the job
without an extra hole in me.
So I got it.
And if it were the
other way around,
you would take
the bullet for me.
So you shut up, hear?
- I guess I've been told off.
- Of course, I was
outstandingly brave.
And I doubt if Pete or
Bill could ever do that.
- Look at that chick.
Looks almost like she
could lead a normal life.
- She can't.
It would bore her to death.
- At least it would
be her own death.
- Honey, bring me another
one of these, will you?
I tell you, maybe
you'd better bring her
a warm glass of milk.
She's going through
her second childhood.
- Crowley, I am full
aware that I have us all
in the jackpot
because I felt the feds
were putting me down.
I don't mind a little pressure
and I don't even mind
that you have to take
a dressing down for me,
but I almost got Joe killed.
- Pep, you almost
got yourself killed, too.
I mean, look, you made
a choice, so did Joe.
The rest of it's the
rules of the game, honey.
- You got a dime?
- Yeah, I got a dime, what
do you want a dime for?
- To change the
rules of the game.
- Who you calling?
- Tom Richards.
- Why are you
calling the papers?
Haven't you had
enough publicity lately?
- Look, they're
after me already,
might as well light a little
fire under them, okay?
Uh, the police desk, please.
Um, yeah, Tom Richards?
This is Pepper Anderson.
I'm fine, uh, just
listen for a minute
and I can give
you a story that can
break in the morning
edition and it's a beauty.
Uh, yeah, you can be
doing both of us a favor.
Monday I'll be testifying
at the federal hearing
and I'll have enough
names and information to...
To, uh...
I'll have enough names
and information to tie up
one of the biggest gun running
operations in the country.
- Read this.
- Well, she's done it.
She's pinned the
target right on her own...
If they get her there,
I wouldn't mind that a bit.
Not one bit.
- We don't know for
sure if she's got anything
or if she's grandstanding.
The people we're dealing
with don't know that either.
- Well, if the Feds don't
have it, she can't, right?
- Ah, what difference
does it make?
She's got the junkyard
stash, she's messed up the
beauty parlor for a meet, she...
Yeah?
Hold on.
- Wait in the other room.
Well, go on.
What?
- You said take her
when she's alone.
She's never alone.
- I can't wait.
Take her even if the
Army's surrounding her.
- That'll double
your nut with me.
- But it's gotta be before she
talks to that committee again.
- Anything you say.
It's a deal.
- It's a deal.
- Leave the money tonight.
You know where.
I know where.
- After I hang up you
won't hear from me again.
Anything else?
- You do your job.
We'll make a hero out of her.
- Check all the neighborhoods
and see what you can find.
Excuse me.
Now, before you say
anything, you were right.
We found some
books that don't match
with the hairdresser's income
and some very
interesting phone bills.
- Where do they check out to?
- That's what Turner's
going to find out.
Even takes us a couple of hours.
- Does Grebbs
show up on anything?
- We'll have to wait on Turner.
- Well, check these out
against what you got.
- Does this make us partners?
- I wouldn't press my luck.
You don't know
when you're well off.
- If you have another
raid we want in on it.
- Now, look the
reason for all of this
is to keep you safe,
not make you available.
- I have more
information I'm working on.
- I'd give in, Bishop.
She's not going to.
- Who took it, the
Feds or the cops?
- Well, the guy that answered
the phone at the beauty shop
thought it was just the cops,
but he wouldn't
know the difference.
- If Morgan or Waldren
left any of that incriminating
stuff at the beauty
parlor, they're out.
And if our lady friend
talks before the committee,
with any of the stuff
from that beauty parlor,
they're cut will be
what they deserve:
Nothing!
Well, don't stand there like
a dummy, give me a hand!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Buzz my driver's room.
We're gonna use your car.
- Willy, just a second.
- Willy, you know the routine.
Stay in the hotel, take
care of all the phone calls.
I'll be in touch with you later.
Right.
Well, let them hit us now
for all the good
it's gonna do 'em.
Come on.
- All right, move 'em out.
- You're lying!
You killed him yourself!
- Here's the ballistics report.
Look at it!
There were two bullets
in Waldren's body.
The one that killed
him wasn't mine.
- You're a liar!
- It could only have
been a pro, Morgan,
that's the way they work.
You've been around,
you know that.
Grebbs brought in a pro,
he was with your brother-in-law,
but he gave him the kiss-off
and Sergeant Anderson
brought him down with her shot.
You help us get Grebbs
and we'll get the pro.
- We're gonna get
Grebbs one way or another.
You help us, you tell us
where we can find him.
- No.
I cop out to you, the Feds
will put me away for life.
- What if we get you
a deal with the Feds?
- No.
You can't pull that stuff.
They don't deal with local cops.
- But what if we could?
- I'd deal.
- I want Grebbs.
We'll deal.
- Federal agents!
Freeze!
- Hold it!
- Get him out of here.
Bring in Morgan.
We almost had
Grebbs in Chicago once,
he pulled the same stunt then.
He'll check in by phone.
- By phone, huh?
All right, Morgan,
get over there.
That's your station.
Now let's see you deliver.
Now, get it right.
Or you'll lose all
the way around.
- Hello.
- Who is this, Morgan?
What the hell are
you doing there?
- The cops took the penthouse.
So I called Willy
and came up here.
We wanna know what to do.
- Where's Willy?
- He went down to get some food.
We didn't know how long
we were gonna be here
and he was hungry.
- Yeah, that creep's
always hungry.
- Yeah, him and his enchiladas.
What are we gonna do?
I just don't wanna
stay around this town.
The cops are right on our tail.
Well, couldn't we...
Couldn't we all
just talk it over?
Where are you guys?
- We're at the junkyard.
Just hang there until I find out
what the man wants to do.
- You stupid...
- What is the problem?
It's just Morgan.
- Just Morgan, huh?
How did he know
to go to the hotel?
It was you I told, not him.
Well, I just wasn't
thinking fast.
No, you weren't.
12847, 12040
requesting additional
unit at the northeast
section of the yard.
12847 Roger.
Should be en route verifying.
- All right, drop it!
Drop the gun!
- All right with me then!
No gun, no gun!
- Bishop, take
him out of that side!
Come on!
All right, get out.
Let's move it, move it!
- Come on.
I got him now.
All right, spread 'em!
- All units, all units.
- Go ahead.
- Man with a gun.
- Down!
To stay on top of them, I
had to do the same thing.
- Mm.
- Move it over.
- Hey, lady.
- Hi, Bishop.
- Hi.
- You don't care who
you drink with, do you?
- Ah!
- He's buying.
- Lady, don't you ever forgive?
As a matter of fact...
You know, this old boy here
kinda saved your
life, didn't he?
- Mm-hmm, sure did.
- Well, I think you two
oughta kiss and make up.
- I'll drink to that.
- I'm sorry I suggested that.
200 of these alone.
Feds wanna talk to you.
- You sell me to them?
- Killing a cop?
- If she's blown away,
they'll take delivery
But with a dead cop
they'll have bloodhounds
on our trail before
her body's cold.
- See what I mean?
They go in, but sometimes
they don't come out.
- Well, they've all
come out today.
- Except for that Lincoln
yesterday, the gold one,
and the one you say you
dumped on them, Charlie.
- I did dump it here!
- Yeah, well I
don't see it Charlie.
And if it were here,
I'd see it, right?
- Look, Crowley, it's
already been cut apart.
You see they pull
the parts they want,
then they press the rest of it.
Front end, transmission,
doors, and fenders, okay?
- Calm down, calm down, Charlie.
- Yeah, but what is he
busting my chops for?
I ain't no snitch.
- Not a good one,
that's for sure.
- Crowley, what do
you want from me?
Love and trust?
You got me on a bad rap, man.
This is my third
grand theft auto
and I'm over 40 years old.
If I go away on a long one now,
I'll be a piece of
meat when I come out.
- All right, look, you wanted
the deal and you got one.
If you don't like the
way my partner talks,
that's too bad.
This may be a first for you,
but we're used to
dealing like this all time
and we don't like it either.
Now, who owns this place?
- Who knows?
I drive one in and
Simmons hands me cash
and I call a cab
from a block away.
- I think we got enough
for a search warrant.
What do you think, Bill?
- Well, if we don't,
he goes away, not me.
- Okay.
I'll apply for it.
We can hit it tonight.
- Thanks, Sergeant.
- Let's go.
- You sure wake up
mean on Tuesdays.
- Alright, Buck, let's go.
- Thanks a lot, buddy.
- Cut the light.
- All right, you guys stay here
and keep the place secure.
- Right, police, freeze!
Hold it right there, buddy.
Drop what you got in your hands.
Put your hands on top
of your head, let's go.
- What's going on here?
This is private property.
You got no business
here, nobody called you.
- We have a search warrant.
This is a stolen car.
- Watch it, pal.
- When did you guys
start getting secretaries?
- Hey, Bill, it's
got a lock on it.
You want us to kick it in?
- You got a key for that door?
- I'm only a watchman here,
I don't have keys for nothing.
Kick it in, Joe.
- Okay, Peter.
- Wonder what's in here.
- I'm only the secretary,
ask the watchman.
Stand back.
- Here.
- I must be getting
old or something.
Try these.
Hey, do you wanna look at this?
- What'd you get?
- Look, I don't know
anything about this stuff!
I never been in here before.
- There were over
200 of these alone.
We were up all night making
out the property vouchers.
- When did you inform the feds?
- This morning,
after we inventoried.
You ever try to
reach one of them
in the middle of the night?
- I don't have to anymore.
You do.
You know, some of
them are pretty annoyed
that the papers got
it before they did.
- Yeah, but let me tell
you something now.
We didn't inform the papers.
They picked up some
radio calls from the truck
and stuck their noses in
it the way they always do.
- Okay.
Now you explain that to them.
Now?
- Now.
Fellas.
Agents Bishop and Turner.
Sergeants Crowley and Anderson.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Hi.
- Who's in charge of the case?
- I am.
Sergeant Anderson
here obtained the warrant.
- I see.
You know, of course, that
guns are a federal case.
- Oh yeah, we know.
We tried to reach you
in the middle of the night.
- How'd you happen to get
involved in the first place?
I mean, it should have
been turned over to us.
- Oh, we didn't get involved,
we just opened a door
and there they were.
I mean, it's luck that
we found them at all.
- Well, your good
luck seems to have
slightly embarrassed us.
Have you seen the headlines?
- We figured on reading
the papers with breakfast.
We haven't had that yet, either.
- I'll need your files
on the case, of course.
- You're welcome to them.
- And the identity
of your informant.
We stopped at court to
check your application
for the warrant,
you didn't name him.
- No, I didn't.
- You have to name
him, you know that.
- Wait a minute, her
informant didn't know anything
about the guns.
He thought he was
setting up a stolen car ring.
I mean, there's
no reason for her to
give him to you guys.
- As her superior, Captain,
I would suggest that
you issue an order.
- Oh, I didn't hear anyone
say they wouldn't cooperate,
just that they won't divulge
the name of their informant.
Since when have you people
been giving yours away?
- It's our case, Captain.
- And it's our informant.
Look, I'll ask him
whatever you want asked,
but it goes through me.
- Sergeant, I think you're
being unreasonable.
I mean, we can
force his disclosure.
- And you'll lose any
cooperation from us.
That includes Sergeant
Anderson and me.
- Well, then I have to
deal with your superiors.
- You know, we seem to
be forgetting what this case
is all about, we're
supposed to be after
a gun running operation.
We'll work with you or alone,
but not for you.
- Captain, if I could have a
few words with you in private.
- Mm-hmm.
- Here, gentlemen,
feel free to use my office.
- Thank you.
- The files are locked.
- We wanna talk to you.
- What?
What are you doing here?
- We're having breakfast.
- You read the papers?
- Yeah, well,
that's what I mean.
See, I thought I
gave up a car thing.
If I knew there was guns there,
I'd shut my mouth.
I took my rap.
- The Feds wanna talk to you.
- You'd sell me to them?
Once they get you
they never let go.
You told me you
would keep me covered.
You said this was a one
shot deal and I delivered.
- Charlie, relax, will you?
She didn't sell you to anybody.
- Yeah, but is she going to?
- I won't.
But you've gotta talk to me.
Through me, if they
get what they need,
they may not even
want you, okay?
- Yeah, but I told
you everything I know.
- Charlie, if you didn't know
more, you wouldn't be scared.
- I know a few names.
- Just give us everything
you got, Charlie.
Let's start with the names.
- Well, there was a Jim Nolan.
And there was a Grebbs.
I don't know him any other way.
But they own a travel
agency over on Venetia.
- There it is, Bonanza
Travel Agency.
- Yep.
- The city record
shows it in Wildwood.
Room 208.
- What are you gonna
do if they're up there?
- Bet you lunch they're not.
Come on.
Try the round
ones, they're great.
Then maybe you won't
be so cranky later on.
- What do you mean, later on?
I just need some sleep.
- Mm, so do I.
Oh!
I want you to do
me a favor, okay?
It's easy, it's on
your way home.
- Why couldn't you
have just tried to
set me up a little bit?
Turn on the charm, promise
me your body or something?
- Eat.
Now, if you would
stop by the city hall
and check the
corporate records again,
it would save us a
lot of time tomorrow.
- Mm-hmm.
And what are you gonna do?
- Have a pastrami
sandwich for dessert.
If your heart was as
tender as your pastrami,
you'd tell me what I wanna know.
- I sell only the best.
Meat, I know, ask me about
meat, I'll tell you anything.
- I'm asking about guns.
You were buying
everything in sight once
and getting them
out of the country, too.
I was young then.
That was...
That was 30 years ago.
We were fighting a
war and we had no guns.
When we won, I never had
anything to do with guns again.
- How do I find these dealers?
Who are the big boys in it now?
- Pepper, behave yourself.
I was running guns for my
people, they gave me a medal,
I saw a country born.
Here, here I got no medal.
I got two years in
the federal prison.
It's over.
Now I sell heartburn.
- Ever hear of a
Grebbs or a Nolan?
Sweetheart, please.
I know you from...
From before you knew the
difference between boys and girls.
Have a celery tonic.
Find a husband.
Forget this business.
This ain't just
cops and robbers.
There's usually
countries involved.
These people play for serious.
- Abe, I'm gonna find out.
You're just gonna be able
to save me a lot of time.
It's very important to me.
- Have a celery tonic.
- I want names, information.
- What's the use?
Nolan, I never heard of.
Grebbs, you got the name right.
He was around when I was,
a big supplier even then.
Today, I guess he could own
his own war if he wanted to.
- He's like a shadow.
He can't be found.
- I'll tell ya this.
Your shadow knows guns.
He loves them.
- How many of
these are available?
- The government's selling
2000 at 50 bucks a pop.
- Buy 'em with the Texas company
and sell them across
the border for starters.
Only on paper.
Then show a 10 percent
profit on the books.
- Where do you want 'em to go?
- San Diego, one
of the warehouses.
They have to be shipped
to make up for that
junkyard business.
Did you find out
who set us up yet?
- We're looking around.
- Well, you find
them and lose 'em.
I don't like to see any
part of my business
in the headlines.
It brings attention and
then comes trouble.
How's the watchman holding out?
- Says nothing without
our lawyer around,
he's doing fine.
- He should, he'll live longer.
Now, you find that stool pigeon
and buy the cop if you have to.
- Yeah, the cop's a chick.
- Who cares?
But find that snitch
and take care of him.
- Yeah?
- Oh, good morning, my darling.
It's that time again.
It's Pete.
Sorry to wake you up,
but it's tomorrow already.
Oh, no.
You're lying.
It's too soon and
it's still dark out.
- I know that, but we
got a problem either way.
Your secret gun informant
is no secret anymore.
- How, Pete, what happened?
- Well, the Feds got a hold
of him somehow or other,
they were up at his apartment
and he got word
from his landlady
and he's really scared, Pep.
He wants to talk
with you right away.
He said that you
would know where.
Joe's on his way to
pick you up right now.
- Over there, Joe, the Ford.
Charlie?
Charlie!
You could have dealt
with him through me
and instead you found
him and killed him.
- That's a pretty dumb
accusation for a pro,
Sergeant Anderson.
Now, you left a traffic
sign on the court records.
We checked your cases, we
came up with an obvious cop out.
It fit in.
We went to question Witt.
- And left an even bigger
sign for every street punk
that Witt was an informant!
How long did you
think he'd live after that?
One hour or two?
- If you'd turned him
over to us immediately,
then we could
have kept him safe.
- Until you were
finished using him
and then cut him loose
and they'd have
dusted him anyway.
Now how much information
are you gonna get out of him?
- As much as he
told you, Sergeant.
- Which is nothing.
He gave me a few names,
which I am checking out.
- What are they?
- I'm involved in
this up to my neck.
If you want any information,
we're gonna have to trade.
- Sergeant, I don't
trade information.
- And I don't work for you.
- Oh, you just might
before we're done.
- You're late.
- I was at the federal building.
Charlie Witt's dead.
- Yeah, I know, I got the word.
I got Pete and Joe
over at Homicide
to see what they can turn up.
I don't like it any
more than you do.
Here, look at this.
Now, we started
out with two names.
Now we got a dozen
corporations and over 30 names.
I could keep going,
I just ran outta time.
And all these are
right here in town.
Who knows how many
there are in other states.
- The Feds would know.
- Then let's give them
this and let them handle it.
- The way they handled Witt?
- It's their thing, Pep,
let's give it to them.
Since when are
you their biggest fan?
You've been known
to beef about 'em.
- Yeah, when they've
butt into our cases, sure.
But now we're
butting into theirs.
You're gonna have
to give it to them, Pep.
I'm serious.
This is an official
telephone message.
You're to appear before a
hearing of a federal task force
investigating arms suppliers.
Right now they got a
subpoena on the way
to the Commissioner's
office for you.
- They sure know how to
throw their weight around.
- Yeah.
What are you doing,
calling your lawyer?
- My hairdresser.
And then a friend of
mine on the newspaper.
If they want a show,
I'll give it to them.
- Sergeant, one
question, please.
Did you uh...
Give this story to the papers?
- Oh, I read that this morning.
I wondered how they got it, too.
You need to put some
pressure on them, Mr. Bishop.
- I said lose him, dummy,
not make him famous!
- I didn't know the Feds
were gonna publicize it, I...
I just didn't know.
- Oh, Feds, nothing.
That bust in the
junkyard was a city job.
They were looking for cars
and that fink was a cop fink.
For a pantyhose with a badge,
she's making all these waves.
- Ah, she's a cop.
Can't do nothing about her.
- Look, you send a
couple of your people over
to listen to the hearings.
Tape it if you can.
It's only on for an hour
every day on television.
And use them two, at
least they look human.
- How about you?
You be around just in case?
- Oh, I'm flying to Dallas,
I'll be back in three days.
- What's in Dallas?
- Tanks.
I've already got 'em sold,
now I gotta buy some.
Now, you handle
your end, you hear?
- Mm-hmm.
- To continue,
Sergeant Anderson,
in your experience
with gun shipments,
did you ever happen upon
a cache like this before?
- Mr. Hayes, I have no
experience with gun running.
This is the first time
I've ever come across
any major arms supplier.
- The information I
have been provided with
informs me that you are now
investigating one such case.
A case that apparently is
not under your jurisdiction
and that you are not
providing information
to the proper authorities.
Is that true?
- Are you asking me to
admit to a crime, counselor?
I mean, surely you must
know that you have to
inform me of my rights first.
That, too, is a
federal decision.
Uh, perhaps the question
was misunderstood.
Let me rephrase it.
This panel would
appreciate any information
that you could offer.
- I understand that, sir,
but this is an open hearing
and so I would
prefer to withhold...
- Unless you're planning to
take the Fifth Amendment,
I insist that you proceed.
We are fully aware that
this is an open hearing,
but that's exactly our purpose.
- All right, sir.
It appears that the gun
dealers use a cushion
of corporations that
are in joint ownership
and intertwined with each
other and subsidiary companies.
I found it to start with the
Bonanza Travel Agency.
The corporate
officers are listed as a
Nolan, Sanderson, and Phillips.
Nolan is reputed to
be in partnership with
or to be a main
figure in an operation
headed by a man named Grebbs.
This man is not identified yet.
There may be some
available information
by the Alcohol Tobacco
Tax Agency, the ATTA,
but federal information
is not made available
to local law enforcement,
as you know.
- I think we shall adjourn
for a couple of hours,
hold a meeting in chambers.
Gentlemen.
- Yes, sir, some of the
information is in our files,
but it's speculative and
has not been confirmed.
- But it is in your files?
- Some of it, sir, yes.
- The purpose of this panel
is to hear the information
and decide what is relevant.
We decide, not you.
- Mr. Chairman, I...
I don't believe I could
get authorization.
- Then we will have
to adjourn until you do.
- No, we have a
witness to continue with.
I want everything you
know put into the record,
Sergeant Anderson.
Let's get this pot boiling.
You'll testify while we
have the TV coverage.
- Mr. Bishop.
It's getting a little out of
hand in there, don't you think?
- Yeah.
And there was no reason for it.
Look, if you're concerned
about her safety,
she just did it to herself
in that hearing room...
- Her safety is
our responsibility
and we can handle that.
- Well, good.
If you're not sure, we
can always put her under
federal witness protection.
That'll be the day,
when one of our people
asks your people for protection.
Yeah.
- I'm not here, you understand?
No flight plan, not
on any manifest.
We took off from our
own airfield in Texas,
I'll be back before
morning, is that clear?
- Yeah, you're coming
back on a commercial flight
in two days, I understand that,
but that's not what
I'm worried about.
- He'll drop you off downtown
and when you get
set, contact him.
He'll be expecting your call.
I'll be back by Thursday.
By that time the
job should be done.
- Killing a cop?
- Look, that decision
has been made.
We got too much
iron in the fire.
Over six million with our South
American customers alone.
Now, if she keeps
talking, they'll pull out.
But if she's blown
away, they'll take delivery.
- Yeah, but a dead cop?
They'll have
bloodhounds on our trail
before her body's cold.
- Let 'em.
In one week all our
deliveries will be made,
then we'll be gone,
no trail, no problems.
And a year from now
we'll be back in business.
Come on, your man's waiting.
And put Waldren
on him to identify her.
- Well, who's covering her now?
- I got a team from Metro
hanging a loose tail on her.
I promised them I'd
keep her busy working
so they could
keep an eye on her.
- Keep an eye on who?
- Nothing, I'm just
telling them a joke.
- Oh, I'd love to hear it.
- It's dirty.
- You have to write it
down to understand it?
Hang a loose tail on me.
Well, if they follow me
to the john, I'll flush 'em.
- Well, one thing I cannot
stand is family squabbles.
- Yes, indeed.
- Where are you going?
- I got a singing lesson.
- Bye.
- Okay, now for the good news.
Word's down from the
Commissioner's office.
We gotta keep hands
off anything to do
with the arms case.
- Fine with me.
Of course, they didn't say
anything about murder cases,
did they?
- You know, it's
absolutely amazing
the way you're starting
to think like the old master.
Come on, they're
waiting for us at Homicide.
- Here you are.
- Thank you.
- You were really lucky.
They could have
taken your head off.
Such a nice head.
- Yeah, lucky
me it's still there.
- Frank, did you make a
comparison to the bullet
that you took out
of Witt's body?
- I anticipated that.
You're okay.
- You mean it compares?
- This gun that shot
at you also killed Witt.
- Do the Feds know that?
- Not yet.
- So.
There were two slugs in the
guy that was killed last night.
One was yours, but the
other was a nine millimeter
steel jacketed job.
It tore a two inch hole
right in the concrete.
- Why would he wanna
do in his own partner?
- Orders.
Sure, you go down, you go out.
A pro could do that.
An outside hit man
with no personal feelings
about the people
he's working with.
No loose ends.
- That's good enough.
- Oh, looks like we're not the
only ones sightseeing today.
- Morning.
I'm glad to see you came
through last night intact.
- Not completely.
- Listen, maybe we'd
better get back to the office,
what do you say?
- You've got what you wanted.
You've got your
exclusive on the gun case.
Why'd you pull all the
records on this one?
I'm just a cop who got shot at,
it happens all the time to cops.
- Cop or not, you're a federal
witness under subpoena.
You belong to us.
- Uh, this dead
guy, Waldren, here,
just how does he
fit into this thing?
- Cleared this morning.
We believe he ties in
with the gun operation.
- How?
- We've come across
Waldren's name before.
- With Grebbs?
- I can't give you
any more information.
- You want it all, don't you?
Don't forget to take
the chalk marks.
- Listen, before
you say anything,
let me tell you about Pepper.
She's a hell of a cop
and she gets a
little headstrong,
but it's usually for
the right reasons.
Bishop, there's
nothing in the world
that's gonna keep
her off this case.
She's already taken care
of that with the committee.
I mean, she set herself up.
- Yeah.
- But after it's all over with,
it doesn't make any
difference whether
you love us or we love you.
Just so long as
we've all done the job
and hopefully saved her life.
- That's exactly what I
came here this morning to say
to both of you, but she uh...
She didn't give me a chance.
- Yeah, well, I never
said she fights fair.
Hey, there's just
one other thing.
Thanks for adding
your protection.
I uh...
I just wouldn't let her know.
- Well, uh, what's
the expression?
Stonewall it.
- Waldren.
Here it is.
He shows on one
of the companies.
- That's no surprise.
Bishop made that
connection for you.
- Bishop didn't connect
me to a damn thing.
Okay.
What's the company?
- A beauty parlor.
Hmm.
- It's about time you had
your hair done, isn't it?
- Mm, that feels great.
No wonder the men have
taken over all these businesses
for themselves.
- We don't get that many.
A few regulars.
- Yeah, all I see
is women in here.
It's the men who
are getting their
hair done all the time.
I mean, take my boyfriend.
- Yours?
- Well.
- The only men
we get around here
are the owner and
a few of his friends.
There's no off the
street business.
- It's me, can you
stay where you are?
I'll be right over.
We got new trouble.
She was sitting in front of me.
- You're sure it was her?
- She doesn't look
like just any chick.
I saw her on TV, it was her.
- What kinda stuff did
Waldren have in there?
- I don't know.
- He was your partner,
your brother-in-law!
What do you mean you don't know?
- I want her.
- You're not needed
for that, I told you.
- I want her!
You let Mike go
out with that guy.
- He doesn't exist, you hear me?
- I hear you.
But I wanna go out with him.
Look...
We needed Waldren
to point her out, that's all.
Now he's attached to
her, do you understand?
Yeah.
- What did you guys
keep in the beauty parlor?
- Could be anything.
But no guns.
- You idiots.
Don't you understand anything?
Those banana Napoleons
are sitting back there
waiting to see how
we handle things
before they agree
to take delivery!
Look, so Waldren
left your sister a widow
with three kids.
But if we can complete delivery,
have you any idea
what her share will be?
It'll be 200,000 dollars!
Show me the bookkeeping
on the Texas deal.
- I'm gonna get her.
- Right.
Yeah, okay, right.
Pepper.
- Just nevermind the story,
you get to take me home.
- Well, good, that
saves me an argument.
But the boss would like
to see you right away, Billy.
- Bishop again.
I'll go in with you.
- Uh, he didn't say
we, he said me.
He just wants to yell
a little, he's got a right.
I tell you what, you
can have the next one.
See you in the morning.
Go home.
- How come you need
so many groceries?
- I'm on a new diet.
- Look, I know this
great restaurant.
Artichokes stuffed
with oysters...
- Joe!
Joe!
Joe!
Joe, what...
Oh my god.
Oh!
- Pep, they said
he's gonna be okay.
They said the bullet went
in and out clean, honey.
- Sure, well, I've
heard that before.
I gotta see for myself.
How is he, Pete?
- I don't know, they got
him so heavily medicated.
He seems to be
coming out of it a little bit.
- Did you talk to him,
did he say anything?
- Nurse told me I had to split.
- Why don't you go
home and get some rest?
I'll stick around.
- I thought I'd stay
around myself a little bit.
- Have a cup of coffee?
- Yeah, that's a good idea.
- Come on.
We'll be back.
- See ya, Pep.
- Is that more comfortable?
You can't come in here yet.
- Is he awake?
- Oh, not completely.
You'll have to leave.
- The doctor said I could
wait here, I'm his wife.
- I'll check.
I'm sorry, Pep.
We lost the baby.
- You're young,
you'll have more.
- Not tonight.
Where's Pete?
- He's having some
more coffee with Bill.
I think he's gonna float
away, he's pretty worried.
- Hmm.
- Are you all right?
- I've been shot.
And I'm still hungry.
- I told you to duck.
- I didn't hear you.
- You were lying
down at the time.
I don't know what
to say, Joe, I'm...
I'm so sorry.
- What are you sorry about?
You didn't shoot me.
- I might as well have.
It's all a part of my case,
the one I'm not even
supposed to be on.
It's a federal case,
why am I so stubborn?
I should have butted out
of there a long time ago
and then none of this
would have happened.
- No, look.
I'm the one in bed.
You should be feeling
sorry for me, not yourself.
- I'm sorry again.
I mean, I'm sorry for you.
- Pepper, Pepper.
I never figured to
come out of the job
without an extra hole in me.
So I got it.
And if it were the
other way around,
you would take
the bullet for me.
So you shut up, hear?
- I guess I've been told off.
- Of course, I was
outstandingly brave.
And I doubt if Pete or
Bill could ever do that.
- Look at that chick.
Looks almost like she
could lead a normal life.
- She can't.
It would bore her to death.
- At least it would
be her own death.
- Honey, bring me another
one of these, will you?
I tell you, maybe
you'd better bring her
a warm glass of milk.
She's going through
her second childhood.
- Crowley, I am full
aware that I have us all
in the jackpot
because I felt the feds
were putting me down.
I don't mind a little pressure
and I don't even mind
that you have to take
a dressing down for me,
but I almost got Joe killed.
- Pep, you almost
got yourself killed, too.
I mean, look, you made
a choice, so did Joe.
The rest of it's the
rules of the game, honey.
- You got a dime?
- Yeah, I got a dime, what
do you want a dime for?
- To change the
rules of the game.
- Who you calling?
- Tom Richards.
- Why are you
calling the papers?
Haven't you had
enough publicity lately?
- Look, they're
after me already,
might as well light a little
fire under them, okay?
Uh, the police desk, please.
Um, yeah, Tom Richards?
This is Pepper Anderson.
I'm fine, uh, just
listen for a minute
and I can give
you a story that can
break in the morning
edition and it's a beauty.
Uh, yeah, you can be
doing both of us a favor.
Monday I'll be testifying
at the federal hearing
and I'll have enough
names and information to...
To, uh...
I'll have enough names
and information to tie up
one of the biggest gun running
operations in the country.
- Read this.
- Well, she's done it.
She's pinned the
target right on her own...
If they get her there,
I wouldn't mind that a bit.
Not one bit.
- We don't know for
sure if she's got anything
or if she's grandstanding.
The people we're dealing
with don't know that either.
- Well, if the Feds don't
have it, she can't, right?
- Ah, what difference
does it make?
She's got the junkyard
stash, she's messed up the
beauty parlor for a meet, she...
Yeah?
Hold on.
- Wait in the other room.
Well, go on.
What?
- You said take her
when she's alone.
She's never alone.
- I can't wait.
Take her even if the
Army's surrounding her.
- That'll double
your nut with me.
- But it's gotta be before she
talks to that committee again.
- Anything you say.
It's a deal.
- It's a deal.
- Leave the money tonight.
You know where.
I know where.
- After I hang up you
won't hear from me again.
Anything else?
- You do your job.
We'll make a hero out of her.
- Check all the neighborhoods
and see what you can find.
Excuse me.
Now, before you say
anything, you were right.
We found some
books that don't match
with the hairdresser's income
and some very
interesting phone bills.
- Where do they check out to?
- That's what Turner's
going to find out.
Even takes us a couple of hours.
- Does Grebbs
show up on anything?
- We'll have to wait on Turner.
- Well, check these out
against what you got.
- Does this make us partners?
- I wouldn't press my luck.
You don't know
when you're well off.
- If you have another
raid we want in on it.
- Now, look the
reason for all of this
is to keep you safe,
not make you available.
- I have more
information I'm working on.
- I'd give in, Bishop.
She's not going to.
- Who took it, the
Feds or the cops?
- Well, the guy that answered
the phone at the beauty shop
thought it was just the cops,
but he wouldn't
know the difference.
- If Morgan or Waldren
left any of that incriminating
stuff at the beauty
parlor, they're out.
And if our lady friend
talks before the committee,
with any of the stuff
from that beauty parlor,
they're cut will be
what they deserve:
Nothing!
Well, don't stand there like
a dummy, give me a hand!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Buzz my driver's room.
We're gonna use your car.
- Willy, just a second.
- Willy, you know the routine.
Stay in the hotel, take
care of all the phone calls.
I'll be in touch with you later.
Right.
Well, let them hit us now
for all the good
it's gonna do 'em.
Come on.
- All right, move 'em out.
- You're lying!
You killed him yourself!
- Here's the ballistics report.
Look at it!
There were two bullets
in Waldren's body.
The one that killed
him wasn't mine.
- You're a liar!
- It could only have
been a pro, Morgan,
that's the way they work.
You've been around,
you know that.
Grebbs brought in a pro,
he was with your brother-in-law,
but he gave him the kiss-off
and Sergeant Anderson
brought him down with her shot.
You help us get Grebbs
and we'll get the pro.
- We're gonna get
Grebbs one way or another.
You help us, you tell us
where we can find him.
- No.
I cop out to you, the Feds
will put me away for life.
- What if we get you
a deal with the Feds?
- No.
You can't pull that stuff.
They don't deal with local cops.
- But what if we could?
- I'd deal.
- I want Grebbs.
We'll deal.
- Federal agents!
Freeze!
- Hold it!
- Get him out of here.
Bring in Morgan.
We almost had
Grebbs in Chicago once,
he pulled the same stunt then.
He'll check in by phone.
- By phone, huh?
All right, Morgan,
get over there.
That's your station.
Now let's see you deliver.
Now, get it right.
Or you'll lose all
the way around.
- Hello.
- Who is this, Morgan?
What the hell are
you doing there?
- The cops took the penthouse.
So I called Willy
and came up here.
We wanna know what to do.
- Where's Willy?
- He went down to get some food.
We didn't know how long
we were gonna be here
and he was hungry.
- Yeah, that creep's
always hungry.
- Yeah, him and his enchiladas.
What are we gonna do?
I just don't wanna
stay around this town.
The cops are right on our tail.
Well, couldn't we...
Couldn't we all
just talk it over?
Where are you guys?
- We're at the junkyard.
Just hang there until I find out
what the man wants to do.
- You stupid...
- What is the problem?
It's just Morgan.
- Just Morgan, huh?
How did he know
to go to the hotel?
It was you I told, not him.
Well, I just wasn't
thinking fast.
No, you weren't.
12847, 12040
requesting additional
unit at the northeast
section of the yard.
12847 Roger.
Should be en route verifying.
- All right, drop it!
Drop the gun!
- All right with me then!
No gun, no gun!
- Bishop, take
him out of that side!
Come on!
All right, get out.
Let's move it, move it!
- Come on.
I got him now.
All right, spread 'em!
- All units, all units.
- Go ahead.
- Man with a gun.
- Down!
To stay on top of them, I
had to do the same thing.
- Mm.
- Move it over.
- Hey, lady.
- Hi, Bishop.
- Hi.
- You don't care who
you drink with, do you?
- Ah!
- He's buying.
- Lady, don't you ever forgive?
As a matter of fact...
You know, this old boy here
kinda saved your
life, didn't he?
- Mm-hmm, sure did.
- Well, I think you two
oughta kiss and make up.
- I'll drink to that.
- I'm sorry I suggested that.