Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 4 - The Inside Connection - full transcript
- Do you want to get
out of my chair, honky?
- Make me, motormouth.
- What, they busted her?
- They busted her!
Now you better tell
that little dictator that
I want my bread back!
- You set it up.
- You're coming on
kind of heavy ain't you?
- The heaviest, Cora.
- Maybe it'll be you
who ends up dead.
Oh, just in time.
Do I have to?
Be my guest, you
can brew it yourself.
Pepper, I like
everything you make,
including the coffee.
- You look like Socrates
about to polish off his hemlock.
- Socrates huh?
Is that the guy who used to
make coffee for you up in RNI?
Hey watch it!
- Oh I'm sorry Pep,
were these yours?
Yeah.
Yeah Captain.
Sure, oh, but,
yeah, okay, how's a half hour?
Good I'll see you then.
It's Miller, he wants...
- Did you know that
these were new?
- Oh I'm sorry.
I'll tell you what, I'll
get you another pair.
- I don't want another
pair, I want these.
They're from France.
I paid $37 for them, plus tax.
- You're kidding.
That's ridiculous.
Pepper, I said it, okay?
If I'm anything I'm
a man of my word.
I'll buy you another pair.
- 37 dollars.
- Plus tax.
- Carlos Rubinez.
Former Colonel,
Cuban Secret Service
and today, one of Mr
Castro's least favorite exiles,
and probably the
wealthiest on the west coast.
According to one
of our snitches,
it's Rubinez's junk
that finds its way into
the women's county jail.
- That's pretty small potatoes
considering his wealth,
isn't it Captain?
I mean how much could he net,
maybe a grand or two a month?
- He's a major source and
our best guess is that his people
take care of those inside,
then use 'em for mules
when they get out.
- When do I get
booked into jail?
- Not you, I want you and
Crowley to concentrate on Rubinez.
Now we got another girl
that's gonna work undercover
in the jail, she should
be here any minute.
- She better be a good
actress, that's tough in there.
- We're lining up some
intelligence on the organization
right now, especially on
one of the Colonel's nephews.
He's reportedly in on this.
Loverboy type as they say.
Even the uncle is
still quite a ladies man.
Now maybe you or our
gal will come up with enough
to tie them both together.
Yeah.
Send her in.
Here she is now.
- Hi, sorry I got held up.
Hi, Pepper!
- Bessie!
- Officer Bessie Dowling,
Sergeant Crowley.
- Hi.
- Pleased to meet you.
- And obviously you
know Sergeant Anderson.
- This is the girl
you're sending in
on that kind of an assignment?
- I volunteered, Pepper.
It's already made up.
I mean, I'm gonna cop to a
shoplifting beef and do 30 days.
- They'll figure out in 10
minutes that she's a cop.
Captain, you can't send in
somebody green like this.
- Wait a minute, Bessie.
Have you ever been in jail?
- Almost.
- I don't know
what almost means,
I mean just yes or no,
have you ever been
locked up in a jail?
- No.
Thanks to Sergeant Anderson.
- Yeah, I got her off the
hook a couple years ago.
- Yeah, she's the
reason I became a cop.
She talked me into it.
- Bessie, this is too tough.
You need experience before
you do something like this.
- I can handle it!
I know I can handle it.
- I think she can too.
And anyway, the
decision's been made,
and she's it.
So, our thing's happening?
- Well Luis will
have it cut back
on the streets by the morning.
And by the way, I set
aside a consignment
for your lady friend to come.
- Uh huh.
Well that's pleasant news
to tell her when I see her,
in exactly forty minutes.
- Uncle Carlos, for
one moment, please.
I have a question.
When are you going to?
- Give you more responsibility.
- Uh huh.
- When I think you're ready.
- Okay, girls.
- The new Bibles
are here, Miss Hoken.
- Well done, thou good
and faithful servant.
- I believe that's
St. Matthew's.
- It is, verse 25.
You know, Cora, sometimes
you really amaze me.
- Oh that was my
momma, Miss Hoken.
She was always spouting,
oh, quoting from the Good Book.
- I wish mine had, maybe
I wouldn't be in here now.
- Well Babe, you are in here.
Now remember, I was
in here for a long year.
First an inmate,
then a trustee, right?
Well girls, you see,
the main thing is that
while you're in here, you
learn to pray, to believe.
Then you realize
that when you get out,
there's a beautiful
world waiting for you.
Not the emptiness
we came in from.
- Is it all right if
I take my Bible
with me now, Miss Hoken?
- Of course, Cora.
- Who's the new fish?
- Oh, Cora, Bessie.
- Hello.
- Cora's a trustee, she'll
help you learn the ropes.
Now, here's your own five-three.
You keep your nose
clean and obey the rules.
- Hey Bill.
Miller just sent this down.
Name's Armando Gomez.
- It's the Colonol's nephew.
- Who laid that on you?
- Sergeant Ebert of the New
Orleans Police Department.
They busted some guy
named Frankie Alver
with a couple of OZs.
Claims he was dealing
for Gomez last summer.
- Give me a complete
background on these two.
Make it fast, will ya?
- Got it.
- Like we always do.
- Hey uh, I heard
you been holding.
- What?
- I asked around.
- And?
- Every finger pointed to you.
- Get lost.
- Hey Babe.
Did you notice one
extra deputy on the floor?
- So what?
- I don't know,
it just seems like
she's looking or
searching for something.
- No!
Think so?
- How well do you
know New Orleans?
- Oh, we used to lay over
there, when I was still flying.
You know, sometimes I
miss being a stewardess.
- Yeah, well, now
you're from there.
This is your Louisiana
driver's license.
- Eve Rondeau.
How come I'm always Eve?
Oh well, it's a nice name.
- Yeah, well it doesn't
even touch Cajun Lamont.
- Cajun Lamont?
- That's me!
That's my, that's
Cajun's itinerary.
Notice how he likes to go
to the track every afternoon?
And off the rails
riding into the turn
is Million Dollars on the rails,
Mister Baby
second on the inside,
coming up fast is Lost Stallion.
Moving up fast.
- Let's go, let's go!
Come on, let's go!
Mister Maybe and Tossed Salads,
and it's a finish.
It looks like Tossed
Salads and Mister Maybe.
Laryngitis is third.
- I'm sorry.
- Well, I guess you
can't pick 'em all.
- Well you can, Cajun.
Four in a row, all dead last.
- Uh huh.
I'm gonna make it
up on the next one.
I got me a hot tip
on Brazen Lady.
Stay put, you hear?
- With your permission,
may I offer a word of advice?
Brazen Lady is a quitter.
She'll run a fast six furlongs
and then she will die
like a dog in the stretch.
- But, my friend
got a hot tip on it,
I guess you heard.
- Yes I did.
My friend has a hot
tip and I'll give it to you.
Dakopo.
Aspirations out of Salty Dan.
- Oh.
Oh, well how much
should I bet on it?
- Oh, nothing.
I'll do it for you.
One hundred dollars.
And if you lose,
eh, well, it's on me.
By the way,
the name's Mondo.
- I've Eve Rondeau.
- Hola.
And out of the turn,
it's Dakopo running
strong, and it's Brazen Lady.
- Come on, Brazen Lady!
Move!
Let's go, let's go!
Brazen Lady up front,
Dakopo coming up fast.
Brazen Lady and
Dakopo from the outside,
it's Dakopo, Dakopo by a nose.
Second, Brazen Lady.
Third, Queen of the Nile.
- Hope they don't
try to charge me
with the bath I just took.
What's the matter
with you, honey?
- I had Dakopo on the nose.
That's a hundred dollar ticket.
- What'd you do, stick
a pin in the program?
- No, that,
this gentleman touted me on him.
I think we oughta
buy him a drink, Cajun.
Sir?
- Fine.
- Oh, Cajun?
I met him at a party.
He brought me out here
on this trip as a present.
And, here I am.
- Yes.
He certainly has good taste.
- Yeah.
He gives me lots of presents.
As a matter of fact.
- You know something?
I'm more interested in you, Eve.
- I'm more interested in money,
and my friend has lots of it.
- Well as far as
that green stuff goes,
I also have an unlimited supply.
- You?
- It's no good.
Some punk keeps
answering the phone
and refuses to put my
through to the Colonel.
- Would that Colonel
be Carlos Rubinez?
- Just what business
is that of yours?
- He's my uncle.
He's your uncle?
- Uh huh.
- Do you know that I have
been trying for two weeks
to get in touch with that man?
- Well it can be arranged,
for a slight consideration.
What consideration?
- 1500.
My uncle will require
some references.
Do you have some friends,
maybe, in New Orleans?
- Listen, I got a lot of
friends in New Orleans.
What kind of friends
are you interested in?
- Friends who conduct
business discreetly.
- Frankie Alver?
- Well, it certainly
has been a pleasure.
- Mine too.
- What did you slip him?
- My phone number,
with a message.
And I've got one
for you, Crowley.
These glasses are more
from El Segundo than Paris.
- Wonder if your friend
wears Cuban heels.
♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
♪ That saved a wretch ♪
♪ Like me ♪
♪ I once was lost ♪
♪ But now am found ♪
♪ Was blind ♪
♪ But now I see ♪
- That was beautiful, girls.
Now let's see if we can do
just as well on the next one.
- You keep this up
and they'll be doing
a concert some place.
You're doing a terrific job!
- "Miss Evans.
"You're heating things up.
"Get the extra
deputy off the floor.
"Signed, Bessie."
- Stick around, I got what
you been asking around for.
- Hey!
What'd you do that for?
- Well I just wanted
to hear the new lyrics.
- Lyrics?
What lyrics?
- Bessie had a little pig,
and only this I know.
That everywhere
that Bessie went,
the pig was sure to go.
- Cora!
- Shut up.
- Oh, dear God.
What happened?
- I don't know!
- Call homicide detectives.
- Yeah, we're still at the motel
waiting for Mondo Gomez.
I don't know.
Why don't you
handle it from there?
I'll be in touch with
homicide, okay?
Yeah.
Our guys will team up
with the sheriff's homicide.
It will appear to be a
low-key investigation
handled just like an
ordinary inmate's death.
- Except she wasn't an inmate.
She was an
inexperienced police officer
who didn't belong there,
and you I and both knew it!
- But you didn't give her
this assignment, Pepper.
- I pulled her out
of juvenile hall!
- What was she doing in
juvenile hall in the first place?
She was a shoplifter, right?
- She was a kid, just a kid!
- The kid was a shoplifter.
You took her off the streets,
you got her into a foster home.
You helped shape her into
a worthwhile human being!
Okay, the kid's dead.
But that's not your fault,
and that's not my fault.
That's the way it is.
- You're right.
I'm sorry, you're right.
- It's Mondo.
How much time do you need?
- I'm ready.
The horses are
standing, they're off!
It's Southern Fix
racing to the front,
Mister Nobody and Chocolate
Charlie running strong.
- He's very private.
Has this high hedge
all around the patio.
The pool is very warm,
and you can swim
in it nude if you like.
How does it sound?
- Oh, refreshing.
- Hmm.
Well how about a little
refreshment after lunch?
- I'd love to, under
different circumstances.
- What does that mean?
- Cajun.
He's paying me.
- Well it isn't a 24
hour a day job, is it?
- He thinks it is.
Why, he'd have his fit hissy
if he found out I was
even having lunch with you.
- Are you going back to
New Orleans with him or not?
- No way.
I love it here, the
tracks, swimming pools,
the people.
- When is he leaving?
- Well, that's the trouble.
If you're Colonel won't deal,
he'll have to look for
another connection.
It could take weeks.
- Hours.
- Hmm?
- Your friend.
He'll be on his way back
to New Orleans in hours.
Plenty of time for
a midnight swim.
Now you tell him to call
me, and I'll set up the deal.
- But, will Rubinez approve?
Is that his name?
- Uh huh, that's his name.
Take my word for it, baby.
Lamont will be on
a plane by 10 PM.
Mission accomplished.
Okay?
- Okay.
12Y-50 to all units
proceeding west on Elm,
I hope I'm coming
through loud and clear.
- What's this?
- We're being tailed
by a light blue Mercury.
Vehicle passing
us, overtaking us.
Driver is Gomez.
He's pulling over,
1600 block, stay clear.
- Okay, so where's the money?
- It's all there, 30,000.
- You don't mind, do you?
Okay.
You'll stay here,
lady goes with me, come on.
- No.
Where this bread goes, I go.
- I don't think you understand.
I just gave you the game plan.
We either play that way,
or we don't play at all.
- No no no, I'm
showing you mine.
You show me yours.
- All right.
I take Miss Rondeau,
she sees it and she
brings it back here,
then you and she split.
The whole thing will
take 20 minutes, tops,
what's the problem?
- The problem
is, I don't like it.
No, you just take me with you.
- No way.
She goes or the
whole deal is off.
- It's all right, Cajun.
I'll go.
- Good.
- You just take good
care of this money.
- He's a real charmer, this boy.
Cares much more about his money
than he does about you, honey.
- Money is what makes
it all happen, good buddy.
- Oh.
Where are we going, handsome?
You'll see, you'll see.
You said 20 minutes, it
can't be Palm Springs.
No, it isn't.
- 12Y-52, we just lost them
in the area of
Mulberry and Dexter.
Alert area one to search
for a light blue Mercury.
- You see that last
well over there?
You walk to it, then
you stop and wait.
He'll find you,
you'll get your kilo.
- Oh come on, you
think I'm that dumb?
How do I know it's there?
- You take my word for
it, it will be there, okay?
- How am I ever going
to get back to Cajun?
I mean, you're going to leave me
smack in the
middle of an oil field?
- Eve, will you take it
easy and relax, please?
My friends will bring
you back, okay?
- Did you get that?
12Y-52 to all units, did you
get that probable location?
Billings oil field, code three!
- After you deliver this
stuff, come home to me.
I'll be waiting up for you.
Waiting real bad.
- Hey!
Mondo's got the money.
- Just making sure
you're not him, that's all.
- I'm not.
Where's the stuff?
How do I know what's in here?
I'm gonna test it.
- What's it supposed
to smell like?
- Not like baby powder.
- Police!
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- Did you get the stuff?
- Yeah, it's in my purse.
- Good.
Better put the cuffs on before
they come over here though.
- You're not supposed
to run so fast.
- You're out of shape.
Come on.
- Who snitched?
- Come on!
- Oh lay off me, man!
Where we going?
- We're going to the ambulance.
- Ambulance! I'm not hurt.
- Just come on back here.
I'm not going anywhere!
- Will you shut up
and get in here?
- Would somebody
mind taking these off me?
- I thought you were
beginning to like them.
- Yeah.
- You talk about
going down rotten.
That guy just waltzes
right off with that 30 thou.
- Yeah.
- Well, anybody wanna
tell me what I do next?
- You all wanna take the
outside, I'll work the inside?
- You thinking about
going into that jail?
- I hate to, but why not?
It's a perfect cover,
I just got busted.
- They make you,
you end up on a slab.
- Yeah, sure.
- Put her cuffs back on.
- Uncle Carlos, what
are you doing here?
- You had to do it, huh?
- Huh?
- Even though I told you
I didn't trust those two!
- What do you mean,
didn't trust them?
Believe me, it went
smooth like good rum.
- Like good rum?
Oh, you're stupid.
There were police,
it was a stakeout.
Two of my men are in custody!
- What?
- Where's the money?
- It's over here.
- Well get it, get it!
- All right!
- Luis, out the back way.
- What about me,
what should I do?
- You ask me, whose
orders you disobey?
Nephew, you're on your own now.
- Oh, wow.
- I'm tired, I've already
had a bath today.
- So now you'll take a shower.
Make sure you're really clean.
- Just what I like,
a lot of privacy.
- Privacy!
Wait 'til tomorrow's
wall-to-wall scrubdown.
Don't take all night, Rondeau.
- It's a little slow at
the airport tonight.
- Look, I don't have time!
- You got time.
- It's coming down here.
- Where's my 30,000?
Who's got my 30,000?
Now you tell your people,
I want my 30,000
and I want it now.
- My people.
The way they got it figured,
they're either a
snitch or a narc!
- I played it back
over and over, Mondo,
and the way I got it figured,
you're the only one could
have brought the cops
to my front door!
I heard you check me out
with Frankie Alver,
New Orleans, right?
- Well that didn't help either,
because Frankie
Alver is in custody!
- Somebody switched me off, man!
And I'm out 30,000
bucks, you ain't out nothing!
- Now just wait!
That girlfriend of yours,
Eve, what about her?
- What about her?
They got her locked up
under possession for sale beef.
- What, they busted her?
- They busted her!
What's worse than that,
man, they got my dope.
Now you better
tell that little dictator
that I want my bread back!
Or my friend's just
liable to roll over,
you know what I mean?
- Look, I don't have it, man!
- Well you better get it, man!
- Wait a minute.
How much is her bail?
- 25,000.
- You're covered.
We'll take care of
your merchandise loss
and we'll do your
friend's bail, okay?
- Mondo, you got
'til tomorrow night
to get all this worked out.
Tomorrow night.
Or you'll find out what New
Orleans jazz is all about.
- And who among you is saved.
Cora, let's hear your story.
Loud and clear, stand up.
- Well, it was when
I finally realized
that committing a crime is like
committing a crime
against yourself.
- And didn't that bring
you closer to the Lord.
- Oh yes, yes.
- Eve Rondeau?
- Yes.
- Go put your street clothes on.
Two men are here to
take you to the DA's office.
- The DA?
I don't have to talk to them
without my attorney there, do I?
- Well no Eve, I don't think so.
- You will be represented
by the public defender.
- Will unless it's Raymond Burr,
I'll stick with the one I got!
Darling,
I got me a man on the
outside, Cajun Lamont,
who's with an attorney
even as we speak.
The DA will have
to talk with him.
- Eve.
Don't you think it would be wise
to cooperate with
the authorities?
- I know you mean well, but
my man's a real heavyweight,
he's going to take care of me.
- Eve.
It's Carlos Rubinez, I bet.
You know, the word's out
that you were busted
dealing with him.
- Let's just say,
you pronounce
his name very well.
- So she's stonewalling it, eh?
- Well, you checked it out
with your lady friend
inside, didn't you?
- Uh huh.
Maybe I was wrong
about those two.
- There's no maybes about it.
- Oh yes there are, many.
Such as, maybe Frankie
Alver could vouch for them.
Except he is in the custody
of the New Orleans police,
now I don't like that.
Besides, our informant with them
has been nothing but trouble.
- What are you gonna
do, Uncle Carlos?
- I want to
conclude this matter,
efficiently and cheaply.
- Hey, so far, it hasn't
cost you one cent.
- And it isn't going to.
I'll meet this Lamont tonight.
- Perfect.
I'll set it up.
- No, Luis will set it up.
- I will set it up.
- Hi, Tracy.
- Why don't you sit
here with me, Eve?
- No, this chair
is fine, thanks.
- Yeah but, but
that's Cora's chair.
- This was Cora's
chair, but now it's mine.
- Hey, who put on
the wetback music?
- I did.
And it's Mexican music.
- Do you wanna get
out of my chair, honky?
- Make me, motormouth.
- I told you to break it up.
All right!
- Okay, what's going on?
- Well.
We were discussing
politics, right, Cora?
- That's right, Miss Howard.
- I'm just telling you
to obey the rules.
And things become rather
lonely here when you're isolated
from the other girls.
- Now,
what's your problem, Cora?
- Cool it, Cora, you
picked the wrong girl.
- I can take her.
- But can you take
her outside muscle?
It's Rubinez.
- Are you worried, Mr. Lamont?
- No, are you worried, Colonel?
- No I'm not.
- Why don't we just stop?
Maybe we should stop the
car and search each other,
what do you say?
- No, that won't be necessary.
A little Mozart will
solve all our problems.
- Could you turn
it down a little bit?
How's that?
It's fine.
- Now tell me, you've got
soldiers in New Orleans.
Will they pay your lady's bail?
- It's my lady and your
nephew who are in the soup,
not my associates.
- I see.
Will they put up 30,000
for an extra kilo of heroin?
- I love the way you
referred to it as an extra kilo.
I haven't seen the
first one yet, Carlos.
- Well I mean the extra,
plus the one we owe you.
You see, if I am to take a loss,
I would prefer it to
be in goods, not cash.
- You mean, if my associates
come through with
another 30 thou,
you'll come up
with two kilos, right?
- That's it.
- All right.
Yeah, I think they'll buy that.
- Okay.
- But Colonel.
I'm not going through
another trick bag.
If we play, we go hand to
hand, you understand me?
- All right, all right,
let's make it simple.
After you bail out Miss Rondeau,
go over to my nephew's
apartment, bring her along.
I'd like to meet her,
I've heard good things.
- I just bet you have.
- Uncle Carlos, I'm sorry this
is going to cost you money.
- Luis, tell him.
- A couple of hit men, that's
what it's going to take, baby.
- That reception must
have been murder, huh?
- Not if you dig
Mozart, my friend.
- That was Eine
kleine Nachtmusik,
in case you're interested.
- Did you get that?
- Yeah.
- We're gonna rap.
- So rap.
- I'm taking over the
junkyard in this dorm.
- Or else what?
- Or else you go to sleep one
night and you don't wake up.
- I don't get it.
I mean, you're not even
gonna be in here that long.
All this big talk about
your lawyers springing you.
- Yeah, well,
me and my big mouth.
Things have been falling
through for me, lawyer wise.
My boyfriend had
split, last I heard.
Now I'm not unreasonable.
I'll keep you on as my mule,
and you get a cut.
- You're crazy.
I mean, I'm just a
working girl in here.
I'll have to check
with my people.
- I'll meet with him.
You set it up.
- Only if he wants to.
- You convince him
it's to his advantage.
- You're coming on
kind of heavy, aren't you?
- The heaviest, Cora.
I control the action or there
isn't going to be any action.
Now you tell your man that.
Somebody in here is
connected to Rubinez.
Whoever it is, I want in,
25,000 dollars
worth, or you're dead.
- I'll tell him.
Maybe it'll be you
who ends up dead.
Anything's possible around here,
or haven't you found that out?
- Well?
- The man blew his stack.
He actually called me a snitch.
- Snitch?
Look.
Don't play cute with me.
I want to know what's happening.
- Oh, I think he'll
give you a try.
- Yeah?
- Pick up some
junk we got stashed.
- Where?
- I'll show you when
we go for the supplies.
- Get back!
Get an ambulance!
Cora.
Cora!
Cora!
- She didn't leave me.
- Who?
Cora, who?
- Sweet Jesus, forgive me
for what I did to
that poor little girl.
- Who?
Bessie?
Cora.
Cora, get that ambulance!
- I asked you, Miss Rondeau,
how did that grenade get there?
Miss Rondeau, less
than 10 minutes ago,
a man named Lamont posted
your bail with Judge Seely.
Now you'll tell us all
you know about this affair
or I'll have that
bail rescinded!
- Not in front of them.
- You really don't know,
Sergeant Anderson?
- I have no idea, Miss Evans.
What do you think?
- I don't know.
I just don't know.
- Ready?
- Ready.
Any news about Cora?
- She may pull through, the
doctors are working on her.
- Ruth.
Look at these.
And this.
How about that.
- Bye, Sara.
- Oh hello Eve.
I hear you're leaving us.
- How's Cora?
- Well with God's help,
I think she'll make it.
- I've been bailed out.
- Well God be with
you and help you.
- By Carlos Rubinez's lawyer.
Listen to this.
You're to go to Mondo's house
and call him from there at
five o'clock this afternoon.
- Mondo, Rubinez.
Eve I'm sorry, but I don't
have the faintest idea
of what you're talking about.
- That's the message.
Don't try to tell me
that you haven't,
haven't served with
the Colonel at times.
He told me so himself.
He really thinks you're
something special.
So do I.
I really admire how
you handle things.
You play nice.
- Let's face it, you
haven't got a thing on her.
I mean all you've
got is a hunch.
- That's it, a hunch.
And that Bible.
- What happens if
she doesn't show?
- Then my hunch is wrong.
It's happened before.
- Yeah, uh, this is
Mr. Lamont in 169.
Have I got any
messages down there?
- Looks like your
hunch is wrong.
- Well, give her
another 10 minutes.
If she doesn't show, then
we'll make our entrance.
- This is 12Y-50 to all units.
Pushing back by 10 minutes.
All units stand by.
- Bill?
- 50 to all units.
Female who just entered
the house is Sara Hoken.
Pepper and I will
enter in five minutes.
All right, let's try the radio.
- Testing, testing.
You're coming
through clear and loud.
- What, I don't know
about any phone calls!
- Look, he sent the message
through Eve Rondeau.
Listen, just let
me call him, okay?
- No, hell no, I do the calling.
- Hey, take it easy.
- Mr. Rubinez.
- Say?
I sent her no such message.
If I wanted to see her it
would be here, wouldn't it?
I was right the first
time, those two are narcs.
Trouble, yes, but they
have nothing on us.
Only on my nephew and the girl.
- So what should I do, Colonel?
- Luis,
the Good Book says,
if thy left eye offend thee,
plug it up.
The lovely Sara will
interpret that for you
if you don't understand.
- Anything wrong?
No.
Mondo, gentlemen,
we are going for a ride,
the four of us, to the back.
- A ride to where?
- A ride to the back.
- Let's go.
- Police, freeze!
Nice and easy, put 'em down.
- What do you think?
- Yeah, he'll make it,
his kind usually does.
- You little whippersnapper.
That was a good one.
- Those guys got a riveting
story, you wanna hear it?
- No.
- Come on Pep,
it's a good story.
- It was a great bust, too.
All we got was a
couple of mules.
- And we got us a killer.
- Rubinez and his
kind are the real killers.
- The DA thinks we got quite
a conspiracy case going there.
- Well I'm not too impressed
with his batting
average, either.
I wouldn't bet on it.
- Well, it was a
good bust, though.
- Was it?
Was it worth the life of a kid
who might have made a
good cop, given half a chance?
Might have had a great life?
Was her death worth
what we accomplished?
- Pepper.
It was a good bust.
- It's a rotten business.
Good night.
- Come on, let's go.
- Yeah man, let's split.
See you later, man.
- Good night, Bill.
- Hey Pepper?
Come here for a minute, I
got something for you finally.
- What do you mean?
- I finally got your sunglasses.
- Oh, you didn't have to.
I was only kidding.
- I gotta tell you,
they're not exactly the same.
They're not the exact same pair
because they were
all sold out of those.
But at least, well at
least they're French.
What do you think?
- I never realized that.
- Never realized what?
- That they made
French sunglasses
in Hackensack, New Jersey.
- Well, at least that's closer
to Paris than El Segundo.
- Well, thanks, very much.
- Come on, put 'em on,
let's see how they look.
Sensational.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Really, very good for...
- For how much?
- 31 clams.
- 14.95, including tax.
- Do you know, you're
absolutely amazing.
You're like a walking
Consumer's Guide.
- Uh huh.
Thanks.
I really do like
them, I really do.
They're really nice.
Thanks.
- Get a good night's sleep.
- You too.
Good night.
out of my chair, honky?
- Make me, motormouth.
- What, they busted her?
- They busted her!
Now you better tell
that little dictator that
I want my bread back!
- You set it up.
- You're coming on
kind of heavy ain't you?
- The heaviest, Cora.
- Maybe it'll be you
who ends up dead.
Oh, just in time.
Do I have to?
Be my guest, you
can brew it yourself.
Pepper, I like
everything you make,
including the coffee.
- You look like Socrates
about to polish off his hemlock.
- Socrates huh?
Is that the guy who used to
make coffee for you up in RNI?
Hey watch it!
- Oh I'm sorry Pep,
were these yours?
Yeah.
Yeah Captain.
Sure, oh, but,
yeah, okay, how's a half hour?
Good I'll see you then.
It's Miller, he wants...
- Did you know that
these were new?
- Oh I'm sorry.
I'll tell you what, I'll
get you another pair.
- I don't want another
pair, I want these.
They're from France.
I paid $37 for them, plus tax.
- You're kidding.
That's ridiculous.
Pepper, I said it, okay?
If I'm anything I'm
a man of my word.
I'll buy you another pair.
- 37 dollars.
- Plus tax.
- Carlos Rubinez.
Former Colonel,
Cuban Secret Service
and today, one of Mr
Castro's least favorite exiles,
and probably the
wealthiest on the west coast.
According to one
of our snitches,
it's Rubinez's junk
that finds its way into
the women's county jail.
- That's pretty small potatoes
considering his wealth,
isn't it Captain?
I mean how much could he net,
maybe a grand or two a month?
- He's a major source and
our best guess is that his people
take care of those inside,
then use 'em for mules
when they get out.
- When do I get
booked into jail?
- Not you, I want you and
Crowley to concentrate on Rubinez.
Now we got another girl
that's gonna work undercover
in the jail, she should
be here any minute.
- She better be a good
actress, that's tough in there.
- We're lining up some
intelligence on the organization
right now, especially on
one of the Colonel's nephews.
He's reportedly in on this.
Loverboy type as they say.
Even the uncle is
still quite a ladies man.
Now maybe you or our
gal will come up with enough
to tie them both together.
Yeah.
Send her in.
Here she is now.
- Hi, sorry I got held up.
Hi, Pepper!
- Bessie!
- Officer Bessie Dowling,
Sergeant Crowley.
- Hi.
- Pleased to meet you.
- And obviously you
know Sergeant Anderson.
- This is the girl
you're sending in
on that kind of an assignment?
- I volunteered, Pepper.
It's already made up.
I mean, I'm gonna cop to a
shoplifting beef and do 30 days.
- They'll figure out in 10
minutes that she's a cop.
Captain, you can't send in
somebody green like this.
- Wait a minute, Bessie.
Have you ever been in jail?
- Almost.
- I don't know
what almost means,
I mean just yes or no,
have you ever been
locked up in a jail?
- No.
Thanks to Sergeant Anderson.
- Yeah, I got her off the
hook a couple years ago.
- Yeah, she's the
reason I became a cop.
She talked me into it.
- Bessie, this is too tough.
You need experience before
you do something like this.
- I can handle it!
I know I can handle it.
- I think she can too.
And anyway, the
decision's been made,
and she's it.
So, our thing's happening?
- Well Luis will
have it cut back
on the streets by the morning.
And by the way, I set
aside a consignment
for your lady friend to come.
- Uh huh.
Well that's pleasant news
to tell her when I see her,
in exactly forty minutes.
- Uncle Carlos, for
one moment, please.
I have a question.
When are you going to?
- Give you more responsibility.
- Uh huh.
- When I think you're ready.
- Okay, girls.
- The new Bibles
are here, Miss Hoken.
- Well done, thou good
and faithful servant.
- I believe that's
St. Matthew's.
- It is, verse 25.
You know, Cora, sometimes
you really amaze me.
- Oh that was my
momma, Miss Hoken.
She was always spouting,
oh, quoting from the Good Book.
- I wish mine had, maybe
I wouldn't be in here now.
- Well Babe, you are in here.
Now remember, I was
in here for a long year.
First an inmate,
then a trustee, right?
Well girls, you see,
the main thing is that
while you're in here, you
learn to pray, to believe.
Then you realize
that when you get out,
there's a beautiful
world waiting for you.
Not the emptiness
we came in from.
- Is it all right if
I take my Bible
with me now, Miss Hoken?
- Of course, Cora.
- Who's the new fish?
- Oh, Cora, Bessie.
- Hello.
- Cora's a trustee, she'll
help you learn the ropes.
Now, here's your own five-three.
You keep your nose
clean and obey the rules.
- Hey Bill.
Miller just sent this down.
Name's Armando Gomez.
- It's the Colonol's nephew.
- Who laid that on you?
- Sergeant Ebert of the New
Orleans Police Department.
They busted some guy
named Frankie Alver
with a couple of OZs.
Claims he was dealing
for Gomez last summer.
- Give me a complete
background on these two.
Make it fast, will ya?
- Got it.
- Like we always do.
- Hey uh, I heard
you been holding.
- What?
- I asked around.
- And?
- Every finger pointed to you.
- Get lost.
- Hey Babe.
Did you notice one
extra deputy on the floor?
- So what?
- I don't know,
it just seems like
she's looking or
searching for something.
- No!
Think so?
- How well do you
know New Orleans?
- Oh, we used to lay over
there, when I was still flying.
You know, sometimes I
miss being a stewardess.
- Yeah, well, now
you're from there.
This is your Louisiana
driver's license.
- Eve Rondeau.
How come I'm always Eve?
Oh well, it's a nice name.
- Yeah, well it doesn't
even touch Cajun Lamont.
- Cajun Lamont?
- That's me!
That's my, that's
Cajun's itinerary.
Notice how he likes to go
to the track every afternoon?
And off the rails
riding into the turn
is Million Dollars on the rails,
Mister Baby
second on the inside,
coming up fast is Lost Stallion.
Moving up fast.
- Let's go, let's go!
Come on, let's go!
Mister Maybe and Tossed Salads,
and it's a finish.
It looks like Tossed
Salads and Mister Maybe.
Laryngitis is third.
- I'm sorry.
- Well, I guess you
can't pick 'em all.
- Well you can, Cajun.
Four in a row, all dead last.
- Uh huh.
I'm gonna make it
up on the next one.
I got me a hot tip
on Brazen Lady.
Stay put, you hear?
- With your permission,
may I offer a word of advice?
Brazen Lady is a quitter.
She'll run a fast six furlongs
and then she will die
like a dog in the stretch.
- But, my friend
got a hot tip on it,
I guess you heard.
- Yes I did.
My friend has a hot
tip and I'll give it to you.
Dakopo.
Aspirations out of Salty Dan.
- Oh.
Oh, well how much
should I bet on it?
- Oh, nothing.
I'll do it for you.
One hundred dollars.
And if you lose,
eh, well, it's on me.
By the way,
the name's Mondo.
- I've Eve Rondeau.
- Hola.
And out of the turn,
it's Dakopo running
strong, and it's Brazen Lady.
- Come on, Brazen Lady!
Move!
Let's go, let's go!
Brazen Lady up front,
Dakopo coming up fast.
Brazen Lady and
Dakopo from the outside,
it's Dakopo, Dakopo by a nose.
Second, Brazen Lady.
Third, Queen of the Nile.
- Hope they don't
try to charge me
with the bath I just took.
What's the matter
with you, honey?
- I had Dakopo on the nose.
That's a hundred dollar ticket.
- What'd you do, stick
a pin in the program?
- No, that,
this gentleman touted me on him.
I think we oughta
buy him a drink, Cajun.
Sir?
- Fine.
- Oh, Cajun?
I met him at a party.
He brought me out here
on this trip as a present.
And, here I am.
- Yes.
He certainly has good taste.
- Yeah.
He gives me lots of presents.
As a matter of fact.
- You know something?
I'm more interested in you, Eve.
- I'm more interested in money,
and my friend has lots of it.
- Well as far as
that green stuff goes,
I also have an unlimited supply.
- You?
- It's no good.
Some punk keeps
answering the phone
and refuses to put my
through to the Colonel.
- Would that Colonel
be Carlos Rubinez?
- Just what business
is that of yours?
- He's my uncle.
He's your uncle?
- Uh huh.
- Do you know that I have
been trying for two weeks
to get in touch with that man?
- Well it can be arranged,
for a slight consideration.
What consideration?
- 1500.
My uncle will require
some references.
Do you have some friends,
maybe, in New Orleans?
- Listen, I got a lot of
friends in New Orleans.
What kind of friends
are you interested in?
- Friends who conduct
business discreetly.
- Frankie Alver?
- Well, it certainly
has been a pleasure.
- Mine too.
- What did you slip him?
- My phone number,
with a message.
And I've got one
for you, Crowley.
These glasses are more
from El Segundo than Paris.
- Wonder if your friend
wears Cuban heels.
♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
♪ That saved a wretch ♪
♪ Like me ♪
♪ I once was lost ♪
♪ But now am found ♪
♪ Was blind ♪
♪ But now I see ♪
- That was beautiful, girls.
Now let's see if we can do
just as well on the next one.
- You keep this up
and they'll be doing
a concert some place.
You're doing a terrific job!
- "Miss Evans.
"You're heating things up.
"Get the extra
deputy off the floor.
"Signed, Bessie."
- Stick around, I got what
you been asking around for.
- Hey!
What'd you do that for?
- Well I just wanted
to hear the new lyrics.
- Lyrics?
What lyrics?
- Bessie had a little pig,
and only this I know.
That everywhere
that Bessie went,
the pig was sure to go.
- Cora!
- Shut up.
- Oh, dear God.
What happened?
- I don't know!
- Call homicide detectives.
- Yeah, we're still at the motel
waiting for Mondo Gomez.
I don't know.
Why don't you
handle it from there?
I'll be in touch with
homicide, okay?
Yeah.
Our guys will team up
with the sheriff's homicide.
It will appear to be a
low-key investigation
handled just like an
ordinary inmate's death.
- Except she wasn't an inmate.
She was an
inexperienced police officer
who didn't belong there,
and you I and both knew it!
- But you didn't give her
this assignment, Pepper.
- I pulled her out
of juvenile hall!
- What was she doing in
juvenile hall in the first place?
She was a shoplifter, right?
- She was a kid, just a kid!
- The kid was a shoplifter.
You took her off the streets,
you got her into a foster home.
You helped shape her into
a worthwhile human being!
Okay, the kid's dead.
But that's not your fault,
and that's not my fault.
That's the way it is.
- You're right.
I'm sorry, you're right.
- It's Mondo.
How much time do you need?
- I'm ready.
The horses are
standing, they're off!
It's Southern Fix
racing to the front,
Mister Nobody and Chocolate
Charlie running strong.
- He's very private.
Has this high hedge
all around the patio.
The pool is very warm,
and you can swim
in it nude if you like.
How does it sound?
- Oh, refreshing.
- Hmm.
Well how about a little
refreshment after lunch?
- I'd love to, under
different circumstances.
- What does that mean?
- Cajun.
He's paying me.
- Well it isn't a 24
hour a day job, is it?
- He thinks it is.
Why, he'd have his fit hissy
if he found out I was
even having lunch with you.
- Are you going back to
New Orleans with him or not?
- No way.
I love it here, the
tracks, swimming pools,
the people.
- When is he leaving?
- Well, that's the trouble.
If you're Colonel won't deal,
he'll have to look for
another connection.
It could take weeks.
- Hours.
- Hmm?
- Your friend.
He'll be on his way back
to New Orleans in hours.
Plenty of time for
a midnight swim.
Now you tell him to call
me, and I'll set up the deal.
- But, will Rubinez approve?
Is that his name?
- Uh huh, that's his name.
Take my word for it, baby.
Lamont will be on
a plane by 10 PM.
Mission accomplished.
Okay?
- Okay.
12Y-50 to all units
proceeding west on Elm,
I hope I'm coming
through loud and clear.
- What's this?
- We're being tailed
by a light blue Mercury.
Vehicle passing
us, overtaking us.
Driver is Gomez.
He's pulling over,
1600 block, stay clear.
- Okay, so where's the money?
- It's all there, 30,000.
- You don't mind, do you?
Okay.
You'll stay here,
lady goes with me, come on.
- No.
Where this bread goes, I go.
- I don't think you understand.
I just gave you the game plan.
We either play that way,
or we don't play at all.
- No no no, I'm
showing you mine.
You show me yours.
- All right.
I take Miss Rondeau,
she sees it and she
brings it back here,
then you and she split.
The whole thing will
take 20 minutes, tops,
what's the problem?
- The problem
is, I don't like it.
No, you just take me with you.
- No way.
She goes or the
whole deal is off.
- It's all right, Cajun.
I'll go.
- Good.
- You just take good
care of this money.
- He's a real charmer, this boy.
Cares much more about his money
than he does about you, honey.
- Money is what makes
it all happen, good buddy.
- Oh.
Where are we going, handsome?
You'll see, you'll see.
You said 20 minutes, it
can't be Palm Springs.
No, it isn't.
- 12Y-52, we just lost them
in the area of
Mulberry and Dexter.
Alert area one to search
for a light blue Mercury.
- You see that last
well over there?
You walk to it, then
you stop and wait.
He'll find you,
you'll get your kilo.
- Oh come on, you
think I'm that dumb?
How do I know it's there?
- You take my word for
it, it will be there, okay?
- How am I ever going
to get back to Cajun?
I mean, you're going to leave me
smack in the
middle of an oil field?
- Eve, will you take it
easy and relax, please?
My friends will bring
you back, okay?
- Did you get that?
12Y-52 to all units, did you
get that probable location?
Billings oil field, code three!
- After you deliver this
stuff, come home to me.
I'll be waiting up for you.
Waiting real bad.
- Hey!
Mondo's got the money.
- Just making sure
you're not him, that's all.
- I'm not.
Where's the stuff?
How do I know what's in here?
I'm gonna test it.
- What's it supposed
to smell like?
- Not like baby powder.
- Police!
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- Did you get the stuff?
- Yeah, it's in my purse.
- Good.
Better put the cuffs on before
they come over here though.
- You're not supposed
to run so fast.
- You're out of shape.
Come on.
- Who snitched?
- Come on!
- Oh lay off me, man!
Where we going?
- We're going to the ambulance.
- Ambulance! I'm not hurt.
- Just come on back here.
I'm not going anywhere!
- Will you shut up
and get in here?
- Would somebody
mind taking these off me?
- I thought you were
beginning to like them.
- Yeah.
- You talk about
going down rotten.
That guy just waltzes
right off with that 30 thou.
- Yeah.
- Well, anybody wanna
tell me what I do next?
- You all wanna take the
outside, I'll work the inside?
- You thinking about
going into that jail?
- I hate to, but why not?
It's a perfect cover,
I just got busted.
- They make you,
you end up on a slab.
- Yeah, sure.
- Put her cuffs back on.
- Uncle Carlos, what
are you doing here?
- You had to do it, huh?
- Huh?
- Even though I told you
I didn't trust those two!
- What do you mean,
didn't trust them?
Believe me, it went
smooth like good rum.
- Like good rum?
Oh, you're stupid.
There were police,
it was a stakeout.
Two of my men are in custody!
- What?
- Where's the money?
- It's over here.
- Well get it, get it!
- All right!
- Luis, out the back way.
- What about me,
what should I do?
- You ask me, whose
orders you disobey?
Nephew, you're on your own now.
- Oh, wow.
- I'm tired, I've already
had a bath today.
- So now you'll take a shower.
Make sure you're really clean.
- Just what I like,
a lot of privacy.
- Privacy!
Wait 'til tomorrow's
wall-to-wall scrubdown.
Don't take all night, Rondeau.
- It's a little slow at
the airport tonight.
- Look, I don't have time!
- You got time.
- It's coming down here.
- Where's my 30,000?
Who's got my 30,000?
Now you tell your people,
I want my 30,000
and I want it now.
- My people.
The way they got it figured,
they're either a
snitch or a narc!
- I played it back
over and over, Mondo,
and the way I got it figured,
you're the only one could
have brought the cops
to my front door!
I heard you check me out
with Frankie Alver,
New Orleans, right?
- Well that didn't help either,
because Frankie
Alver is in custody!
- Somebody switched me off, man!
And I'm out 30,000
bucks, you ain't out nothing!
- Now just wait!
That girlfriend of yours,
Eve, what about her?
- What about her?
They got her locked up
under possession for sale beef.
- What, they busted her?
- They busted her!
What's worse than that,
man, they got my dope.
Now you better
tell that little dictator
that I want my bread back!
Or my friend's just
liable to roll over,
you know what I mean?
- Look, I don't have it, man!
- Well you better get it, man!
- Wait a minute.
How much is her bail?
- 25,000.
- You're covered.
We'll take care of
your merchandise loss
and we'll do your
friend's bail, okay?
- Mondo, you got
'til tomorrow night
to get all this worked out.
Tomorrow night.
Or you'll find out what New
Orleans jazz is all about.
- And who among you is saved.
Cora, let's hear your story.
Loud and clear, stand up.
- Well, it was when
I finally realized
that committing a crime is like
committing a crime
against yourself.
- And didn't that bring
you closer to the Lord.
- Oh yes, yes.
- Eve Rondeau?
- Yes.
- Go put your street clothes on.
Two men are here to
take you to the DA's office.
- The DA?
I don't have to talk to them
without my attorney there, do I?
- Well no Eve, I don't think so.
- You will be represented
by the public defender.
- Will unless it's Raymond Burr,
I'll stick with the one I got!
Darling,
I got me a man on the
outside, Cajun Lamont,
who's with an attorney
even as we speak.
The DA will have
to talk with him.
- Eve.
Don't you think it would be wise
to cooperate with
the authorities?
- I know you mean well, but
my man's a real heavyweight,
he's going to take care of me.
- Eve.
It's Carlos Rubinez, I bet.
You know, the word's out
that you were busted
dealing with him.
- Let's just say,
you pronounce
his name very well.
- So she's stonewalling it, eh?
- Well, you checked it out
with your lady friend
inside, didn't you?
- Uh huh.
Maybe I was wrong
about those two.
- There's no maybes about it.
- Oh yes there are, many.
Such as, maybe Frankie
Alver could vouch for them.
Except he is in the custody
of the New Orleans police,
now I don't like that.
Besides, our informant with them
has been nothing but trouble.
- What are you gonna
do, Uncle Carlos?
- I want to
conclude this matter,
efficiently and cheaply.
- Hey, so far, it hasn't
cost you one cent.
- And it isn't going to.
I'll meet this Lamont tonight.
- Perfect.
I'll set it up.
- No, Luis will set it up.
- I will set it up.
- Hi, Tracy.
- Why don't you sit
here with me, Eve?
- No, this chair
is fine, thanks.
- Yeah but, but
that's Cora's chair.
- This was Cora's
chair, but now it's mine.
- Hey, who put on
the wetback music?
- I did.
And it's Mexican music.
- Do you wanna get
out of my chair, honky?
- Make me, motormouth.
- I told you to break it up.
All right!
- Okay, what's going on?
- Well.
We were discussing
politics, right, Cora?
- That's right, Miss Howard.
- I'm just telling you
to obey the rules.
And things become rather
lonely here when you're isolated
from the other girls.
- Now,
what's your problem, Cora?
- Cool it, Cora, you
picked the wrong girl.
- I can take her.
- But can you take
her outside muscle?
It's Rubinez.
- Are you worried, Mr. Lamont?
- No, are you worried, Colonel?
- No I'm not.
- Why don't we just stop?
Maybe we should stop the
car and search each other,
what do you say?
- No, that won't be necessary.
A little Mozart will
solve all our problems.
- Could you turn
it down a little bit?
How's that?
It's fine.
- Now tell me, you've got
soldiers in New Orleans.
Will they pay your lady's bail?
- It's my lady and your
nephew who are in the soup,
not my associates.
- I see.
Will they put up 30,000
for an extra kilo of heroin?
- I love the way you
referred to it as an extra kilo.
I haven't seen the
first one yet, Carlos.
- Well I mean the extra,
plus the one we owe you.
You see, if I am to take a loss,
I would prefer it to
be in goods, not cash.
- You mean, if my associates
come through with
another 30 thou,
you'll come up
with two kilos, right?
- That's it.
- All right.
Yeah, I think they'll buy that.
- Okay.
- But Colonel.
I'm not going through
another trick bag.
If we play, we go hand to
hand, you understand me?
- All right, all right,
let's make it simple.
After you bail out Miss Rondeau,
go over to my nephew's
apartment, bring her along.
I'd like to meet her,
I've heard good things.
- I just bet you have.
- Uncle Carlos, I'm sorry this
is going to cost you money.
- Luis, tell him.
- A couple of hit men, that's
what it's going to take, baby.
- That reception must
have been murder, huh?
- Not if you dig
Mozart, my friend.
- That was Eine
kleine Nachtmusik,
in case you're interested.
- Did you get that?
- Yeah.
- We're gonna rap.
- So rap.
- I'm taking over the
junkyard in this dorm.
- Or else what?
- Or else you go to sleep one
night and you don't wake up.
- I don't get it.
I mean, you're not even
gonna be in here that long.
All this big talk about
your lawyers springing you.
- Yeah, well,
me and my big mouth.
Things have been falling
through for me, lawyer wise.
My boyfriend had
split, last I heard.
Now I'm not unreasonable.
I'll keep you on as my mule,
and you get a cut.
- You're crazy.
I mean, I'm just a
working girl in here.
I'll have to check
with my people.
- I'll meet with him.
You set it up.
- Only if he wants to.
- You convince him
it's to his advantage.
- You're coming on
kind of heavy, aren't you?
- The heaviest, Cora.
I control the action or there
isn't going to be any action.
Now you tell your man that.
Somebody in here is
connected to Rubinez.
Whoever it is, I want in,
25,000 dollars
worth, or you're dead.
- I'll tell him.
Maybe it'll be you
who ends up dead.
Anything's possible around here,
or haven't you found that out?
- Well?
- The man blew his stack.
He actually called me a snitch.
- Snitch?
Look.
Don't play cute with me.
I want to know what's happening.
- Oh, I think he'll
give you a try.
- Yeah?
- Pick up some
junk we got stashed.
- Where?
- I'll show you when
we go for the supplies.
- Get back!
Get an ambulance!
Cora.
Cora!
Cora!
- She didn't leave me.
- Who?
Cora, who?
- Sweet Jesus, forgive me
for what I did to
that poor little girl.
- Who?
Bessie?
Cora.
Cora, get that ambulance!
- I asked you, Miss Rondeau,
how did that grenade get there?
Miss Rondeau, less
than 10 minutes ago,
a man named Lamont posted
your bail with Judge Seely.
Now you'll tell us all
you know about this affair
or I'll have that
bail rescinded!
- Not in front of them.
- You really don't know,
Sergeant Anderson?
- I have no idea, Miss Evans.
What do you think?
- I don't know.
I just don't know.
- Ready?
- Ready.
Any news about Cora?
- She may pull through, the
doctors are working on her.
- Ruth.
Look at these.
And this.
How about that.
- Bye, Sara.
- Oh hello Eve.
I hear you're leaving us.
- How's Cora?
- Well with God's help,
I think she'll make it.
- I've been bailed out.
- Well God be with
you and help you.
- By Carlos Rubinez's lawyer.
Listen to this.
You're to go to Mondo's house
and call him from there at
five o'clock this afternoon.
- Mondo, Rubinez.
Eve I'm sorry, but I don't
have the faintest idea
of what you're talking about.
- That's the message.
Don't try to tell me
that you haven't,
haven't served with
the Colonel at times.
He told me so himself.
He really thinks you're
something special.
So do I.
I really admire how
you handle things.
You play nice.
- Let's face it, you
haven't got a thing on her.
I mean all you've
got is a hunch.
- That's it, a hunch.
And that Bible.
- What happens if
she doesn't show?
- Then my hunch is wrong.
It's happened before.
- Yeah, uh, this is
Mr. Lamont in 169.
Have I got any
messages down there?
- Looks like your
hunch is wrong.
- Well, give her
another 10 minutes.
If she doesn't show, then
we'll make our entrance.
- This is 12Y-50 to all units.
Pushing back by 10 minutes.
All units stand by.
- Bill?
- 50 to all units.
Female who just entered
the house is Sara Hoken.
Pepper and I will
enter in five minutes.
All right, let's try the radio.
- Testing, testing.
You're coming
through clear and loud.
- What, I don't know
about any phone calls!
- Look, he sent the message
through Eve Rondeau.
Listen, just let
me call him, okay?
- No, hell no, I do the calling.
- Hey, take it easy.
- Mr. Rubinez.
- Say?
I sent her no such message.
If I wanted to see her it
would be here, wouldn't it?
I was right the first
time, those two are narcs.
Trouble, yes, but they
have nothing on us.
Only on my nephew and the girl.
- So what should I do, Colonel?
- Luis,
the Good Book says,
if thy left eye offend thee,
plug it up.
The lovely Sara will
interpret that for you
if you don't understand.
- Anything wrong?
No.
Mondo, gentlemen,
we are going for a ride,
the four of us, to the back.
- A ride to where?
- A ride to the back.
- Let's go.
- Police, freeze!
Nice and easy, put 'em down.
- What do you think?
- Yeah, he'll make it,
his kind usually does.
- You little whippersnapper.
That was a good one.
- Those guys got a riveting
story, you wanna hear it?
- No.
- Come on Pep,
it's a good story.
- It was a great bust, too.
All we got was a
couple of mules.
- And we got us a killer.
- Rubinez and his
kind are the real killers.
- The DA thinks we got quite
a conspiracy case going there.
- Well I'm not too impressed
with his batting
average, either.
I wouldn't bet on it.
- Well, it was a
good bust, though.
- Was it?
Was it worth the life of a kid
who might have made a
good cop, given half a chance?
Might have had a great life?
Was her death worth
what we accomplished?
- Pepper.
It was a good bust.
- It's a rotten business.
Good night.
- Come on, let's go.
- Yeah man, let's split.
See you later, man.
- Good night, Bill.
- Hey Pepper?
Come here for a minute, I
got something for you finally.
- What do you mean?
- I finally got your sunglasses.
- Oh, you didn't have to.
I was only kidding.
- I gotta tell you,
they're not exactly the same.
They're not the exact same pair
because they were
all sold out of those.
But at least, well at
least they're French.
What do you think?
- I never realized that.
- Never realized what?
- That they made
French sunglasses
in Hackensack, New Jersey.
- Well, at least that's closer
to Paris than El Segundo.
- Well, thanks, very much.
- Come on, put 'em on,
let's see how they look.
Sensational.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Really, very good for...
- For how much?
- 31 clams.
- 14.95, including tax.
- Do you know, you're
absolutely amazing.
You're like a walking
Consumer's Guide.
- Uh huh.
Thanks.
I really do like
them, I really do.
They're really nice.
Thanks.
- Get a good night's sleep.
- You too.
Good night.