The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 12 - License to Kill - full transcript
Mike's old partner returns to town looking for the hit man that killed his son.
That's him.
Here's your coffee.
I'll get that
grapefruit right away.
Waco, get in!
Get in!
Come on, get in, get in.
Police! Hold it!
Hey, hey, there was a
guy shot in a black car.
It just took off that way.
I'll take this end.
You try to pick up the car.
♪♪
How you doing, Murray?
Fine, how are you?
- Anybody see what happened?
- Not in here.
Boy there saw the
shooting outside, though.
Outside? What do
you mean outside?
Yes, sir, near the corner.
There was just
a lot of shooting.
I picked this up off the street.
The guy who dropped
it got hit and took off.
My partner went after him.
One bullet point-blank.
Nobody heard it?
Silencer, Mike.
Must have been a hit.
The license says,
uh, Robert Olsen.
Anybody know him?
I did.
I mean, I never knew his name,
but he came in
regular, every morning.
You talk to him then?
Well, no.
Just to take his order.
He never really said much.
You didn't see who shot him?
Oh, I saw him.
The guy who dropped the gun.
Oh, good.
Can you tell me
what he looked like?
Uh, well, he was, um,
he was tall, you
know, and kind of thin.
Uh-huh, how tall?
I don't know,
maybe over six feet.
You see, I never really
got a good look at him
because everything
happened so fast.
I mean, there was this other guy
shooting down
at him, and he fell,
and then he sort of crawled
into this car, and it took off.
What did the
other guy look like?
Well, now he was...
he was kind of old,
but he really moved fast.
How old, son?
Oh, I don't know.
Can you guess?
About like you.
Yeah, mm-hmm, sure; um, come on.
Show me outside.
Make way.
The-the one who was
doing all the shooting
was up over there, and
the guy crossed the street,
and this is where
he got shot right here.
Uh, see, look, this
is where he fell.
You can see it right here.
Looks like the
other guy didn't miss.
Yeah, and then
after the shooting,
then this car that was right
here pulled around the side,
and the door was hanging open.
The guy kind of crawled in,
and then they just drove off.
Who's "they"?
Yeah, there was another
guy in there with him.
Uh, he yelled something.
What did he yell, a name?
Yeah, yeah, I think so.
What was the name?
Uh... it was... it was Waco.
That was it, yeah; he yelled,
"Waco, get in."
Waco?
Yes.
You're sure that's what he said?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Does that mean something?
Yeah, maybe.
Lieutenant,
I'm Officer Mapes; I
tried to collar the guy
that was doing all the
shooting, but I lost him.
Describe him.
He's not too tall, stocky.
Checked topcoat,
uh, gray hat, black shoes.
I never saw his face.
And I want a full report.
- What's your name, son?
- Eddie Meyers.
Would you mind giving your
name and address to this officer?
We may want to
talk to you again later.
Yeah, yeah, sure, uh-huh.
Come on, let's
check out those prints.
Think you know
who they belong to?
I'll bet on it.
Well, that's a break.
Guess you got a good idea
on who pulled the trigger.
What makes you say that?
Well, if he's as
old as you are...
Okay, okay, that's
not being very kind.
Keep you waiting long?
Not long.
How you been, Al?
Do I know you?
You did a while back.
Yeah, uh, uh, Lujack.
Good for you.
Bet you remember a punk
named Johnny Waco, too.
Waco, uh... Yeah, well,
I haven't seen Johnny
around for about a year now.
He works around, you know?
Yeah, I know, but
he's back in town now.
Well, I wouldn't
know about that.
I would.
I just shot him.
Oh, he's not dead.
Not yet.
But he will be when I find him.
You tell him that.
Oh, you're crazy.
You just get word to him.
I want him to know it's me.
I want him to know I
won't miss next time.
Yeah, well, how do I do that?
Oh, you've got connections.
I'd bet your life on it.
I bet you would.
Where you be?
Around.
Yeah?
That's right, Officer Mapes.
Well, you find him and tell him
I want his report on
my desk in an hour.
What have you got?
Uh, I got the yellow
sheet on Johnny Waco.
Just like you said,
it is a long one.
No prints on the gun?
Like you said, yeah.
FBI's got a want on him, too.
This guy's got
13 suspected hits,
three in California;
last address was in LA.
- Well, what's he doing here?
- I did a little cross-check.
It turns out he's been working
for a Merle Jackson
over in Oakland.
- And the dead man?
- That ties to it.
He was bag man for Jackson.
He was doing a
little skimming, and.
Mm-hmm, it all fits.
Well, it doesn't fit why
someone shot Waco.
Well, that could be the setup.
What, Jackson hires
Waco to kill Olsen,
- then he kills Waco?
- Sure.
It's been done before.
Yeah, yeah, bullets
are cheaper than money.
And nobody talks from the grave.
Yeah.
It was a setup.
Now, take it easy, Johnny.
I'm telling you that Jackson
doesn't operate that way.
Look, would I come
here with your money
if he tried to double-cross you?
Sure, when you
found out I wasn't dead.
Now, that-that's just not true.
Now, what do I have
to do to prove it to you?
I'll tell you what
you have to do.
First, you got to get
me a place to stay.
And then, you got
to get me a doctor.
Right, right, I-I'll
get right on it.
Yeah, you do that.
You do that.
And you... you go with him.
You do what you have to do,
but you find out who
pulled that trigger.
Now, go on.
Johnny, everything's
gonna be all right.
Uh, okay?
Ooh, say, this is
good-looking beef.
If you say so.
What the matter?
No more mustard?
Well, if it's so good, what
do you need mustard for?
I said it was good-looking; I
didn't say how good-tasting.
Mm, pretty good.
What does DMV have to
say about that black sedan
our guy followed?
Stolen.
Figures.
What about Merle Jackson?
Oakland says he's out of town.
But then his lawyer is in.
The guy's name is Andrews.
You figure he's the bag man?
Maybe.
What about the guy
that dropped Waco?
Well, I keep drawing
a blank on that one.
I keep figuring...
Barney.
Barney!
Come on in!
I want you to meet somebody.
New partner meet old partner.
Hi, Barney, Steve
Keller; nice to meet you.
- Same here, Steve.
- I've got to tell you,
I've heard a lot of things
about Barney Lujack.
- I'll bet you have.
- Yes, he has.
What a great bowling
partner he was,
isn't that right, Steve? Huh?
Yes, sir, great
bowler, a lousy cop.
Doggone it, you look good.
It's been a long
time, hasn't it?
How long's it been anyway?
Too many Christmas cards, Mike.
Hey, you're looking
all right yourself.
And it really is
Lieutenant Stone, huh?
Yeah, I told you that.
Longest note he ever sent me.
"Dear Barney, Merry Christmas.
P.S. I made Lieutenant."
Come on...
what are you doing back in town?
Well, I don't know, Mike.
Guess it finally got to me.
You got a good
business going, right?
Yeah, sure.
But you know the kind of cases
a private investigator gets...
and it's kept me
hopping town to town
room to room...
guess I just got homesick.
You're gonna stay
here for good now?
I hope so.
Oh, that's great, just great!
If I ever get through
all the printed forms
and red tape...
I've applied for
my state license
but I still need a gun permit.
You got any pull, Lieutenant?
He doesn't have any pull, I do.
I'll get your papers through.
Hey, I'd appreciate that, Steve.
Your reports on file,
is it in with your prints?
Well, I've been
gone over five years,
but the way I
remember those files,
they never throw
out anything, right?
Right.
Come on, sit down.
At least some
things never change.
That's right.
The food and the
furniture. Grab a half.
Who you staying with? Sarah?
No. Hotel.
Hotel?
Oh no. No, no, not
anymore you're not.
You're gonna stay with me.
Hey, Mike, I can't do that.
Yes you can.
Now, Jeannie's at school,
I'm rattling around
in that old house.
Come on. Let's check you
out of that hotel right now.
Come on. You're
gonna stay with me.
Sure, I knew Barney Lujack.
He was a good cop,
and a tough one.
So was Patrick.
- Patrick?
- Yeah, his boy.
He was on the
force, too, you know?
- No, I didn't know.
- Oh, yeah.
He was round about your
age when he got himself killed.
Well, how'd that happen?
Well, I don't remember
too much about it.
There were three men,
I think, shot him down.
He didn't have a chance.
Poor old Barney
took it pretty hard.
- I can imagine.
- Yeah,
but the worst
part of it was that
all three suspects got
off later on a technicality.
Say, I hear one of them
is back on the street...
this Waco guy.
- Johnny Waco?
- Yeah, that's him.
He's a real bad apple.
Oh, it's not in yet.
Well, let's give it a
couple of minutes.
Barney's papers should
come through like a breeze.
You remember when
all this happened?
Oh, five, six years.
Wasn't that about when,
uh, Barney quit the force?
Yeah, I heard someplace
he had a nervous breakdown.
He spent some
time in a rest home.
Anyway, I'm glad to hear he's
back now and in good health.
Ah, that's probably it now.
Oh, seems there's
gonna be a delay
in Barney's papers after all.
What?
Yeah, it seems
somebody named B. Lujack
got himself into a beef
down in Miami last year.
What kind of beef?
Breaking and entering
and then skipped bail.
I'm sorry, Steve, this
will have to be checked.
Uh, it's probably a mistake.
I'm sure there's more than
one B. Lujack in the world.
- Wow.
- What?
Memories.
Yeah, we did have some
good times together, didn't we?
Hey, Mike.
Yeah?
What happened to the roses?
Helen and I planted
them right there.
I don't know. They, uh...
they caught some kind of rot
and I worked on them
and worked on them...
couldn't keep them alive.
That's a shame.
But, then things die.
Not with you around they
don't. You've got a green thumb.
Tell me... you still garden?
No, not anymore.
I'll put you in here.
Oh, good.
I'm glad you kept the house.
So am I.
Uh, want some coffee?
Sure.
When are you gonna
see Sarah and the kid?
Tonight.
Tell me old buddy...
what are you working on?
Same old thing.
Something you don't
want to talk about?
Oh, no, no, it will
come out anyway.
Johnny Waco.
Oh?
Yeah, he shot a small-time
hustler this morning...
and then, uh,
somebody else
took a potshot at him.
Point blank with
a Howitzer, I hope.
Oh, no. He got away. He escaped.
Guess we can't have
everything, can we?
Barney...
I want Waco to get his just as
much as anybody, you know that.
But, uh...
I don't like what I think is
buzzing around in your head.
Bitterness...
frustration,
anger?
No, Mike, not anymore.
Oh, I'm not going to
say that I won't be, uh,
little bit happy when
Waco finally buys his.
But he was only
suspected of killing Patrick.
The law saw fit to...
cut him loose
before a trial and...
Well, it's still a government
of laws not men.
I'm at peace, Mike.
I'm at peace.
Good.
I can't tell you how
good it makes me feel
to hear you say that.
Why is that?
Because you thought maybe my...
showing up at the same time
wasn't just a coincidence?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
And it's the kind
of thought I...
I don't like to have.
Just one you couldn't help.
Like you never could help
burning the coffee.
Oh, yeah.
Oh!
Jeez.
That's gonna hurt when
the anesthetic wears off.
I'll give you a prescription.
You finished?
Yes.
Then take 500 from
that envelope over there
and get out of here.
Come on, come on, come on!
Hey, Johnny.
- Yeah.
- I got something for you.
A friend of mine, a bartender,
said somebody came in
looking for you.
Well, did you get a name?
Used to be a cop,
name of Lujack.
Lujack?
Yeah. You know him?
Oh, Lujack, that crazy old man.
All these years and
he's still tracking me.
All right.
You find out where he's living.
He used to live around here.
He's got to have family friends
or somebody that he...
can crawl in with.
Oh...
and you get me a rifle.
Hey, Johnny...
you know I'd do just
about anything for you.
- Uh-huh.
- But that guy has got...
family, okay?
I don't want anything
to do with killing no cop.
Maybe this will take
the sting out of it.
I get half?
That's right.
You buy whatever
information you need,
the rest is yours.
You want him bad.
He's already killed
two of my buddies,
and I'm not gonna
be number three.
Hey, what did I tell you, huh?
He's good.
You need, uh, you need a
six just to stay in this game.
- Well, just watch me.
- All right.
So how long will I have to wait?
Uh, what the permit?
Should probably be
ready in the morning.
Just running a print check.
Pulled my prints out
of my old file, did you?
Yeah.
Good.
And you'll get the
match tomorrow?
Hope so.
That's good. Real good.
Uh, sorry to put
you to all the trouble.
Oh, no trouble.
Hey, come on up there!
Roll it before it hatches.
When you bowl that badly,
I always know the reason.
Yeah, what's that?
Your head's still in the office.
Oh, is that so?
Well, let's bowl another line
just to prove that you're wrong.
- No, no, not me.
- Me either.
Both of you, huh?
Both ganging up on me
right up to the last shot.
Ah...
I promised my daughter-in-law
a visit tonight, remember?
Yeah, I forgot. That's right.
Hey, Mike, want to join me?
Yeah, yeah I'd like that.
I haven't seen Sarah and
your grandson in years.
We'll take a cab.
No, no, no, I'll drive the car.
I just want to see how you
handle this in the clutch.
That's me, Mr. Clutch.
Barney, watch 'em and weep.
Ah ha!
Mr. Clutch! What
did I tell you, huh?
Come on, you're invited.
Uh...
no thanks.
I think I'm gonna listen
to the 49ers game.
Suit yourself.
Okay.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Okay. We won't be long.
Okay.
Which one is Lujack?
The short stocky
one with the suit on.
Oh.
Who's his friend?
He's a cop named Stone.
Used to be his partner.
Hey, come on, Bellows.
I've given you everything
I can. Let's get out of here.
Yeah, j-just relax, will ya?
I want to see if he's coming
out or if he's staying here.
Look at him, will ya?
Just look at the size of him.
Shhh. If he woke up
and found you here...
I know, I know he'd be up
half the night and me with him.
Hey, you have a fine
looking boy, Sarah.
Thank you.
But I hate to think
of the trouble he'll be
if his grandfather
doesn't stop spoiling him.
Do you really think
you can stop him?
No, but there are limits.
And what are the limits
to my loving my grandchild
might I ask?
Barney...
all those presents from
wherever you're traveling...
I'll try to control myself.
Anything else?
Yeah. You've made me
beneficiary on your life insurance.
Now, I don't think that's right.
Um, you still have
your sister back east.
It's for the boy, Sarah.
Don't you see?
If anything happened to me...
I want him protected.
Just coming to see
what happened to you.
Johnny.
Yeah?
I tagged him.
- Where?
- His daughter-in-law's.
I don't think he's
staying there.
I'm almost sure he's
bunking with a cop
by the name of Stone.
Stone?
Sure.
- His ex-partner, right?
- Yeah,
yeah, I guess.
I got his address.
Well, let's go.
Now?
Now.
Johnny... you're in no shape
to go after anybody now.
You just get me there, okay?
Okay, okay.
Thanks, Steve. Maybe
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Right.
- I'll just be a second, Barney.
- Oh, here. Here's the keys.
- Ah. Good.
You all right?
Why?
I don't know, it just looks
as though something's
eating at you.
What is it?
Nothing that can't wait.
You're sure?
Yeah.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
It is Jensen over
the right side.
He's close.
They're going to
have to measure.
What's happening?
Third down and inches.
Well, we've been
hearing all year
about this defensive
unit, and they're certainly
everything they say about it,
but their backs
are to the wall now.
- Okay, there's the measure...
- Is that better?
Yeah, good.
And maybe six inches.
I'll bet you five
that they blow it.
No way.
Okay, what do you do now?
You got six inches to go...
I'll bet you another five
that they give it to Jensen
and he loses three yards.
Oh, sure.
Jensen's hit for a
loss of three yards!
Well, how did you know that?
Heard it on the radio yesterday.
Always one up, huh?
Listen...
grab yourself a
sandwich... Don't wait for me
to ask you.
Since you know how
this thing turned out,
no use watching it any longer.
Barney... why did you come back?
I told you.
No, I mean at
this particular time.
I don't know.
It's been building up
in me for a long time.
People I missed.
Like you...
Sarah...
my grandson.
You know, uh,
that partner of yours
kind of reminds me of Patrick.
If he lived, that's how I
think he'd have turned out.
Oops.
I told you before, we
didn't see anything!
All we heard was a
car speeding away.
Now, will you
please get out there
and double-check
those footprints.
- Mike?
- He's okay, nobody's hurt.
There's one right there;
will you check that one?
How did you hear
about this so fast?
- I was downtown.
- What were you doing downtown?
- Checking out something.
- Like what?
It's not important.
Come here.
Neither are football
scores to you,
but you checked them
out tonight, didn't you?
What are you doing,
babysitting an old man?
Mike, come on.
Come on, cough
it up, what is it?
Come here.
- Barney.
- Barney?
- Yeah.
- That Miami thing?
Yeah. Now, uh, it's
probably nothing...
But you think those
bullets were meant for him
- and not for me, right?
- Well, it could be
- Barney's got the same enemies you do...
- Oh, sure.
Sure, but who
knows he's in town?
Well, somebody
does. Why do you think
I was parked outside the
daughter-in-law's tonight?
'Cause I saw two
guys down the street.
- I think I recognized one.
- Look, don't you think
my friend would tell me
if he thought somebody
- was trying to kill me?
- Not if he had good reason,
- no, I don't.
- Okay, okay.
So he's got plenty of
motive wanting Waco dead,
is that what you're
trying to say?
- Yes.
- Well, there are hundreds of others
who have that same motive.
Now, what is it?
Every description that we
have gotten of Waco's assailant,
no matter how vague it's been,
it generally fits Barney.
I know.
Well, it's not enough.
Not for what you're saying.
Okay, you asked me, I told you.
I'm glad you're okay,
and I'll see you tomorrow.
Oh, now, you didn't
have to tear out
the whole frame
like that, did you?
- What's the matter with you!
- Nothing outside, Mike.
You want a couple
of men left out front?
- No, there's no need for that.
- Whatever you say.
- Thanks, fellas.
- Yeah. Thanks a lot, fellas.
Look, I'm-I'm sorry this had
to happen while you're here.
Hey, better me than Jeannie.
Yeah, I guess so.
Does this make any sense to you?
Why don't we, uh, talk it out?
We used to strip things
down pretty good together.
Okay, talk.
Who am I a threat to?
Maybe you're not a threat.
Maybe somebody just
hates your beautiful face.
Who?
People you put in prison.
Anybody in particular
been released recently?
No, all the people I know
who are out want to stay out.
They wouldn't take
a chance like this.
Okay, then, let's go
back to the threat idea.
Let's say it's something
you're working on now,
and there's more
involved than you know.
You mean like that Waco thing?
Could be.
Let's examine it.
Who's Waco tied in with?
Well...
there's this fella called
Jackson over in Oakland,
and we think maybe...
just maybe he gave
Waco a contract
on this guy he
shot this morning.
And then maybe put
one out on Waco himself?
Yeah.
Nobody else involved?
Maybe.
Who?
- An attorney named Andrews.
- Where's he fit?
Jackson's his client; he
may be the payoff man.
You think Andrews is
worried you'll prove that?
No.
Doesn't add up.
What does?
Well...
Steve has a very
interesting theory.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
He thinks that those
bullets weren't meant for me.
You mean I was the target?
Yeah. What do you think?
Well...
I guess anything's possible.
But I sort of figured
all my old enemies
are most likely dead
and buried by now.
Nobody comes to mind?
Mike, I told you...
I'm at peace.
That's good.
I just bought some sinkers
downstairs... you want one?
Uh... no, thanks.
I know you like chocolate...
I bought two chocolates.
Maybe later.
Fix me a cup of
coffee, will you, please?
Listen, I'm, uh, sorry
I got sore last night.
- Oh, that's okay.
- No, it isn't.
Close the door.
Sit down, huh?
I talked to Barney.
He says those shots couldn't
have been meant for him.
You told him what I said?
- Sure.
- Why?
You wanted my
reaction; I wanted his.
And what was it?
Well, if he's in a
shooting war with Waco,
he's a much better poker
player than he used to be.
- You asked him that, too?
- No, I couldn't ask him that.
After all, I worked with
the guy for nine years.
You have, uh, any new thoughts?
Yes.
Maybe you're a much
better cop than I am.
Oh, Mike, come on.
No, I mean it. Now, listen,
I've said this before, and
I'm gonna say it again.
People have blind spots,
especially when
it comes to friends.
- So where do you stand?
- Troubled.
Okay.
Listen, did you find out
who was tailing us yet?
Yeah, he's a wheel man
for Jackson named Bellows.
Did you check out
the print match?
It's not in yet.
Okay, uh, will you check
out this guy, Bellows?
Yeah, yeah.
Mike, uh... I'm sorry.
I hope so.
These things have gone
up to 15 cents apiece.
And you stuck me
with two of them.
And I don't like chocolate.
Mr. Andrews?
Yes?
My name's Lujack, sir,
and I'm here on a case.
- A private investigator?
- Yes, sir.
And formerly with the San
Francisco Police Department.
If I could just have
a moment with you?
Um... yeah, okay.
Um... what can I do for you?
Well, sir, what brought me
all the way out from Chicago
is I'm trying to
locate a gentleman
I understand is a
business associate of yours.
Well, what's his name?
Johnny Waco.
Well, I'm afraid that
your source of information
isn't that reliable.
I don't know
anybody by that name.
Oh, really?
I thought Merle Jackson
had you pay him off
for killing some cheap
punk named Olsen.
What are you talking about?
Who sent you?
I sent myself.
I'm the man who shot Waco.
I figure it's safe to
tell you that, right?
That's 25 floors to the
ground, Mr. Andrews.
And if you don't tell
me where Waco is,
I'm gonna splatter you
all over the pavement.
You understand me?
You're crazy.
Maybe.
Maybe I got a right to be.
Did you ever have
a son, Mr. Andrews?
No.
Well, I did.
Good son.
Everything any
father ever wanted.
And you know what he wanted?
No.
He wanted to be like me.
And he made me proud.
He made us all proud.
And then...
Then that punk, your friend...
that no-good scum,
cut him down in the street.
Murdered him.
Well, it's his turn
now, Mr. Andrews.
He's gonna die.
You got that?
He's gonna die!
Come on, come on, I'm clean.
Get your hands down.
What are you hassling
me for? I didn't do nothing!
Yeah, so what are you doing
parked down on
Fillmore last night, huh?
Are you kidding?
Last night I was at a... movie.
Come on, let's go, will you?
What are you...
what are you doing?!
I'm gonna have a talk with
you, then I'm gonna go over
and have a talk
with Merle Jackson.
Merle Jackson? What for?
To tell him that you've
been feeding us information
about his action in Oakland.
Oh, come on. Jackson's
not gonna buy that.
You want to make
a bet? Let's try it.
Hey, wait a minute!
Listen, you're, uh... you're
jiving me, right, man?
'Cause I fed you
nothing about Jackson.
Well, somebody has, and
when he finds out it's you,
you're gonna be
in a lot of trouble.
Now, wait a minute.
That is illegal!
You can't do that!
Try me.
Now, wait a minute.
You don't want me.
You don't want Jackson.
What do you want?
Johnny Waco.
Johnny, he was gonna kill me!
I had to tell him.
Sure. Sure, I understand.
You've got to get
out of town, Johnny.
Yeah, okay.
Come in.
Waco's over at the
Cable Motel on Lombard
under the name of Saunders.
You all right?
I feel sick.
I've been spying on
one of my oldest friends,
and I find this.
"Chicago Gunman Slain."
Who's this guy Ballard?
One of the three suspects
in the killing of Barney's son.
The other one...
Duke Charles, yeah.
Charles was murdered
last August in Miami.
Now, two weeks
before that, a B. Lujack
was busted for breaking and
entering into Charles' home.
Report just came in,
and the prints from B. Lujack
and Barney Lujack match.
- Mike, it, uh...
- I know.
Barney's already
murdered two men,
and he's looking for the third.
So, what do you want to do?
Find Waco before he does.
There you are, Mr. Saunders...
The key to your room, 320.
You know, I, uh...
I could move that friend of
yours closer to your room.
No, across the
court is just fine.
He's not that good a friend.
Just business.
Oh... listen.
Uh... don't...
mention the room to him.
It'll look thoughtful if
I surprise him, huh?
Oh, sure enough.
Just send him up to
my place, Room 223.
Right, Mr. Saunders.
Thank you.
Think he can get
to Waco that quick?
With all the names I gave him?
He's a good cop.
He was a good cop.
Now he's nothing
but a common killer.
You judge him hard.
That's right, I judge him hard.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Can I help you?
Oh, yes. Uh, I'm here
to see Mr. Saunders.
Oh, he's up in
room 223 over there.
You-You can go over
those stairs right up there.
Thank you.
Radio for backup units.
Take care of the
rear. Nobody in or out.
Barney?
Stay right where
you are. Don't move.
I mean it!
I have to finish it, Mike.
It's already finished.
Give me the gun.
Not until Waco's dead.
Don't blame yourself for
what happened to your son.
Nobody asked him to be a cop.
He chose that for himself.
Because of me.
You didn't kill him!
Waco did.
He has to pay, Mike.
He will. I've got him
on a murder charge.
We had him before.
Barney...
you give me that gun.
Friend to friend.
You know I'm gonna have
to book you, don't you?
Sure.
You got a job to do.
Sorry, Mike. You just don't
understand what I have to do.
Hold it!
All right, get your
hands behind your back!
No!
Stop him!
Barney, don't do it.
Do you hear me?!
Barney... please!
He was crazy!
I didn't even have a gun,
and he was gonna shoot me.
Get him out of here.
I'm telling you, he was crazy!
Get him away from me.
See you tomorrow.
You okay?
Uh-huh.
Hey, listen,
you feel like some company?
Saturday night.
Go out and get something
to eat, do something?
Thanks, but I... I think
I'd like to be alone tonight.
I've got a lot of things
I have to sort out.
Oh, Steve...
if you have any time
tomorrow morning,
I could use a hand around here.
Sure. What do you need?
Roses.
Roses?
Yeah. Right there.
You wouldn't believe
how beautiful this
old place looked
when they were
growing right there.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Here's your coffee.
I'll get that
grapefruit right away.
Waco, get in!
Get in!
Come on, get in, get in.
Police! Hold it!
Hey, hey, there was a
guy shot in a black car.
It just took off that way.
I'll take this end.
You try to pick up the car.
♪♪
How you doing, Murray?
Fine, how are you?
- Anybody see what happened?
- Not in here.
Boy there saw the
shooting outside, though.
Outside? What do
you mean outside?
Yes, sir, near the corner.
There was just
a lot of shooting.
I picked this up off the street.
The guy who dropped
it got hit and took off.
My partner went after him.
One bullet point-blank.
Nobody heard it?
Silencer, Mike.
Must have been a hit.
The license says,
uh, Robert Olsen.
Anybody know him?
I did.
I mean, I never knew his name,
but he came in
regular, every morning.
You talk to him then?
Well, no.
Just to take his order.
He never really said much.
You didn't see who shot him?
Oh, I saw him.
The guy who dropped the gun.
Oh, good.
Can you tell me
what he looked like?
Uh, well, he was, um,
he was tall, you
know, and kind of thin.
Uh-huh, how tall?
I don't know,
maybe over six feet.
You see, I never really
got a good look at him
because everything
happened so fast.
I mean, there was this other guy
shooting down
at him, and he fell,
and then he sort of crawled
into this car, and it took off.
What did the
other guy look like?
Well, now he was...
he was kind of old,
but he really moved fast.
How old, son?
Oh, I don't know.
Can you guess?
About like you.
Yeah, mm-hmm, sure; um, come on.
Show me outside.
Make way.
The-the one who was
doing all the shooting
was up over there, and
the guy crossed the street,
and this is where
he got shot right here.
Uh, see, look, this
is where he fell.
You can see it right here.
Looks like the
other guy didn't miss.
Yeah, and then
after the shooting,
then this car that was right
here pulled around the side,
and the door was hanging open.
The guy kind of crawled in,
and then they just drove off.
Who's "they"?
Yeah, there was another
guy in there with him.
Uh, he yelled something.
What did he yell, a name?
Yeah, yeah, I think so.
What was the name?
Uh... it was... it was Waco.
That was it, yeah; he yelled,
"Waco, get in."
Waco?
Yes.
You're sure that's what he said?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Does that mean something?
Yeah, maybe.
Lieutenant,
I'm Officer Mapes; I
tried to collar the guy
that was doing all the
shooting, but I lost him.
Describe him.
He's not too tall, stocky.
Checked topcoat,
uh, gray hat, black shoes.
I never saw his face.
And I want a full report.
- What's your name, son?
- Eddie Meyers.
Would you mind giving your
name and address to this officer?
We may want to
talk to you again later.
Yeah, yeah, sure, uh-huh.
Come on, let's
check out those prints.
Think you know
who they belong to?
I'll bet on it.
Well, that's a break.
Guess you got a good idea
on who pulled the trigger.
What makes you say that?
Well, if he's as
old as you are...
Okay, okay, that's
not being very kind.
Keep you waiting long?
Not long.
How you been, Al?
Do I know you?
You did a while back.
Yeah, uh, uh, Lujack.
Good for you.
Bet you remember a punk
named Johnny Waco, too.
Waco, uh... Yeah, well,
I haven't seen Johnny
around for about a year now.
He works around, you know?
Yeah, I know, but
he's back in town now.
Well, I wouldn't
know about that.
I would.
I just shot him.
Oh, he's not dead.
Not yet.
But he will be when I find him.
You tell him that.
Oh, you're crazy.
You just get word to him.
I want him to know it's me.
I want him to know I
won't miss next time.
Yeah, well, how do I do that?
Oh, you've got connections.
I'd bet your life on it.
I bet you would.
Where you be?
Around.
Yeah?
That's right, Officer Mapes.
Well, you find him and tell him
I want his report on
my desk in an hour.
What have you got?
Uh, I got the yellow
sheet on Johnny Waco.
Just like you said,
it is a long one.
No prints on the gun?
Like you said, yeah.
FBI's got a want on him, too.
This guy's got
13 suspected hits,
three in California;
last address was in LA.
- Well, what's he doing here?
- I did a little cross-check.
It turns out he's been working
for a Merle Jackson
over in Oakland.
- And the dead man?
- That ties to it.
He was bag man for Jackson.
He was doing a
little skimming, and.
Mm-hmm, it all fits.
Well, it doesn't fit why
someone shot Waco.
Well, that could be the setup.
What, Jackson hires
Waco to kill Olsen,
- then he kills Waco?
- Sure.
It's been done before.
Yeah, yeah, bullets
are cheaper than money.
And nobody talks from the grave.
Yeah.
It was a setup.
Now, take it easy, Johnny.
I'm telling you that Jackson
doesn't operate that way.
Look, would I come
here with your money
if he tried to double-cross you?
Sure, when you
found out I wasn't dead.
Now, that-that's just not true.
Now, what do I have
to do to prove it to you?
I'll tell you what
you have to do.
First, you got to get
me a place to stay.
And then, you got
to get me a doctor.
Right, right, I-I'll
get right on it.
Yeah, you do that.
You do that.
And you... you go with him.
You do what you have to do,
but you find out who
pulled that trigger.
Now, go on.
Johnny, everything's
gonna be all right.
Uh, okay?
Ooh, say, this is
good-looking beef.
If you say so.
What the matter?
No more mustard?
Well, if it's so good, what
do you need mustard for?
I said it was good-looking; I
didn't say how good-tasting.
Mm, pretty good.
What does DMV have to
say about that black sedan
our guy followed?
Stolen.
Figures.
What about Merle Jackson?
Oakland says he's out of town.
But then his lawyer is in.
The guy's name is Andrews.
You figure he's the bag man?
Maybe.
What about the guy
that dropped Waco?
Well, I keep drawing
a blank on that one.
I keep figuring...
Barney.
Barney!
Come on in!
I want you to meet somebody.
New partner meet old partner.
Hi, Barney, Steve
Keller; nice to meet you.
- Same here, Steve.
- I've got to tell you,
I've heard a lot of things
about Barney Lujack.
- I'll bet you have.
- Yes, he has.
What a great bowling
partner he was,
isn't that right, Steve? Huh?
Yes, sir, great
bowler, a lousy cop.
Doggone it, you look good.
It's been a long
time, hasn't it?
How long's it been anyway?
Too many Christmas cards, Mike.
Hey, you're looking
all right yourself.
And it really is
Lieutenant Stone, huh?
Yeah, I told you that.
Longest note he ever sent me.
"Dear Barney, Merry Christmas.
P.S. I made Lieutenant."
Come on...
what are you doing back in town?
Well, I don't know, Mike.
Guess it finally got to me.
You got a good
business going, right?
Yeah, sure.
But you know the kind of cases
a private investigator gets...
and it's kept me
hopping town to town
room to room...
guess I just got homesick.
You're gonna stay
here for good now?
I hope so.
Oh, that's great, just great!
If I ever get through
all the printed forms
and red tape...
I've applied for
my state license
but I still need a gun permit.
You got any pull, Lieutenant?
He doesn't have any pull, I do.
I'll get your papers through.
Hey, I'd appreciate that, Steve.
Your reports on file,
is it in with your prints?
Well, I've been
gone over five years,
but the way I
remember those files,
they never throw
out anything, right?
Right.
Come on, sit down.
At least some
things never change.
That's right.
The food and the
furniture. Grab a half.
Who you staying with? Sarah?
No. Hotel.
Hotel?
Oh no. No, no, not
anymore you're not.
You're gonna stay with me.
Hey, Mike, I can't do that.
Yes you can.
Now, Jeannie's at school,
I'm rattling around
in that old house.
Come on. Let's check you
out of that hotel right now.
Come on. You're
gonna stay with me.
Sure, I knew Barney Lujack.
He was a good cop,
and a tough one.
So was Patrick.
- Patrick?
- Yeah, his boy.
He was on the
force, too, you know?
- No, I didn't know.
- Oh, yeah.
He was round about your
age when he got himself killed.
Well, how'd that happen?
Well, I don't remember
too much about it.
There were three men,
I think, shot him down.
He didn't have a chance.
Poor old Barney
took it pretty hard.
- I can imagine.
- Yeah,
but the worst
part of it was that
all three suspects got
off later on a technicality.
Say, I hear one of them
is back on the street...
this Waco guy.
- Johnny Waco?
- Yeah, that's him.
He's a real bad apple.
Oh, it's not in yet.
Well, let's give it a
couple of minutes.
Barney's papers should
come through like a breeze.
You remember when
all this happened?
Oh, five, six years.
Wasn't that about when,
uh, Barney quit the force?
Yeah, I heard someplace
he had a nervous breakdown.
He spent some
time in a rest home.
Anyway, I'm glad to hear he's
back now and in good health.
Ah, that's probably it now.
Oh, seems there's
gonna be a delay
in Barney's papers after all.
What?
Yeah, it seems
somebody named B. Lujack
got himself into a beef
down in Miami last year.
What kind of beef?
Breaking and entering
and then skipped bail.
I'm sorry, Steve, this
will have to be checked.
Uh, it's probably a mistake.
I'm sure there's more than
one B. Lujack in the world.
- Wow.
- What?
Memories.
Yeah, we did have some
good times together, didn't we?
Hey, Mike.
Yeah?
What happened to the roses?
Helen and I planted
them right there.
I don't know. They, uh...
they caught some kind of rot
and I worked on them
and worked on them...
couldn't keep them alive.
That's a shame.
But, then things die.
Not with you around they
don't. You've got a green thumb.
Tell me... you still garden?
No, not anymore.
I'll put you in here.
Oh, good.
I'm glad you kept the house.
So am I.
Uh, want some coffee?
Sure.
When are you gonna
see Sarah and the kid?
Tonight.
Tell me old buddy...
what are you working on?
Same old thing.
Something you don't
want to talk about?
Oh, no, no, it will
come out anyway.
Johnny Waco.
Oh?
Yeah, he shot a small-time
hustler this morning...
and then, uh,
somebody else
took a potshot at him.
Point blank with
a Howitzer, I hope.
Oh, no. He got away. He escaped.
Guess we can't have
everything, can we?
Barney...
I want Waco to get his just as
much as anybody, you know that.
But, uh...
I don't like what I think is
buzzing around in your head.
Bitterness...
frustration,
anger?
No, Mike, not anymore.
Oh, I'm not going to
say that I won't be, uh,
little bit happy when
Waco finally buys his.
But he was only
suspected of killing Patrick.
The law saw fit to...
cut him loose
before a trial and...
Well, it's still a government
of laws not men.
I'm at peace, Mike.
I'm at peace.
Good.
I can't tell you how
good it makes me feel
to hear you say that.
Why is that?
Because you thought maybe my...
showing up at the same time
wasn't just a coincidence?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
And it's the kind
of thought I...
I don't like to have.
Just one you couldn't help.
Like you never could help
burning the coffee.
Oh, yeah.
Oh!
Jeez.
That's gonna hurt when
the anesthetic wears off.
I'll give you a prescription.
You finished?
Yes.
Then take 500 from
that envelope over there
and get out of here.
Come on, come on, come on!
Hey, Johnny.
- Yeah.
- I got something for you.
A friend of mine, a bartender,
said somebody came in
looking for you.
Well, did you get a name?
Used to be a cop,
name of Lujack.
Lujack?
Yeah. You know him?
Oh, Lujack, that crazy old man.
All these years and
he's still tracking me.
All right.
You find out where he's living.
He used to live around here.
He's got to have family friends
or somebody that he...
can crawl in with.
Oh...
and you get me a rifle.
Hey, Johnny...
you know I'd do just
about anything for you.
- Uh-huh.
- But that guy has got...
family, okay?
I don't want anything
to do with killing no cop.
Maybe this will take
the sting out of it.
I get half?
That's right.
You buy whatever
information you need,
the rest is yours.
You want him bad.
He's already killed
two of my buddies,
and I'm not gonna
be number three.
Hey, what did I tell you, huh?
He's good.
You need, uh, you need a
six just to stay in this game.
- Well, just watch me.
- All right.
So how long will I have to wait?
Uh, what the permit?
Should probably be
ready in the morning.
Just running a print check.
Pulled my prints out
of my old file, did you?
Yeah.
Good.
And you'll get the
match tomorrow?
Hope so.
That's good. Real good.
Uh, sorry to put
you to all the trouble.
Oh, no trouble.
Hey, come on up there!
Roll it before it hatches.
When you bowl that badly,
I always know the reason.
Yeah, what's that?
Your head's still in the office.
Oh, is that so?
Well, let's bowl another line
just to prove that you're wrong.
- No, no, not me.
- Me either.
Both of you, huh?
Both ganging up on me
right up to the last shot.
Ah...
I promised my daughter-in-law
a visit tonight, remember?
Yeah, I forgot. That's right.
Hey, Mike, want to join me?
Yeah, yeah I'd like that.
I haven't seen Sarah and
your grandson in years.
We'll take a cab.
No, no, no, I'll drive the car.
I just want to see how you
handle this in the clutch.
That's me, Mr. Clutch.
Barney, watch 'em and weep.
Ah ha!
Mr. Clutch! What
did I tell you, huh?
Come on, you're invited.
Uh...
no thanks.
I think I'm gonna listen
to the 49ers game.
Suit yourself.
Okay.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Okay. We won't be long.
Okay.
Which one is Lujack?
The short stocky
one with the suit on.
Oh.
Who's his friend?
He's a cop named Stone.
Used to be his partner.
Hey, come on, Bellows.
I've given you everything
I can. Let's get out of here.
Yeah, j-just relax, will ya?
I want to see if he's coming
out or if he's staying here.
Look at him, will ya?
Just look at the size of him.
Shhh. If he woke up
and found you here...
I know, I know he'd be up
half the night and me with him.
Hey, you have a fine
looking boy, Sarah.
Thank you.
But I hate to think
of the trouble he'll be
if his grandfather
doesn't stop spoiling him.
Do you really think
you can stop him?
No, but there are limits.
And what are the limits
to my loving my grandchild
might I ask?
Barney...
all those presents from
wherever you're traveling...
I'll try to control myself.
Anything else?
Yeah. You've made me
beneficiary on your life insurance.
Now, I don't think that's right.
Um, you still have
your sister back east.
It's for the boy, Sarah.
Don't you see?
If anything happened to me...
I want him protected.
Just coming to see
what happened to you.
Johnny.
Yeah?
I tagged him.
- Where?
- His daughter-in-law's.
I don't think he's
staying there.
I'm almost sure he's
bunking with a cop
by the name of Stone.
Stone?
Sure.
- His ex-partner, right?
- Yeah,
yeah, I guess.
I got his address.
Well, let's go.
Now?
Now.
Johnny... you're in no shape
to go after anybody now.
You just get me there, okay?
Okay, okay.
Thanks, Steve. Maybe
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Right.
- I'll just be a second, Barney.
- Oh, here. Here's the keys.
- Ah. Good.
You all right?
Why?
I don't know, it just looks
as though something's
eating at you.
What is it?
Nothing that can't wait.
You're sure?
Yeah.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
It is Jensen over
the right side.
He's close.
They're going to
have to measure.
What's happening?
Third down and inches.
Well, we've been
hearing all year
about this defensive
unit, and they're certainly
everything they say about it,
but their backs
are to the wall now.
- Okay, there's the measure...
- Is that better?
Yeah, good.
And maybe six inches.
I'll bet you five
that they blow it.
No way.
Okay, what do you do now?
You got six inches to go...
I'll bet you another five
that they give it to Jensen
and he loses three yards.
Oh, sure.
Jensen's hit for a
loss of three yards!
Well, how did you know that?
Heard it on the radio yesterday.
Always one up, huh?
Listen...
grab yourself a
sandwich... Don't wait for me
to ask you.
Since you know how
this thing turned out,
no use watching it any longer.
Barney... why did you come back?
I told you.
No, I mean at
this particular time.
I don't know.
It's been building up
in me for a long time.
People I missed.
Like you...
Sarah...
my grandson.
You know, uh,
that partner of yours
kind of reminds me of Patrick.
If he lived, that's how I
think he'd have turned out.
Oops.
I told you before, we
didn't see anything!
All we heard was a
car speeding away.
Now, will you
please get out there
and double-check
those footprints.
- Mike?
- He's okay, nobody's hurt.
There's one right there;
will you check that one?
How did you hear
about this so fast?
- I was downtown.
- What were you doing downtown?
- Checking out something.
- Like what?
It's not important.
Come here.
Neither are football
scores to you,
but you checked them
out tonight, didn't you?
What are you doing,
babysitting an old man?
Mike, come on.
Come on, cough
it up, what is it?
Come here.
- Barney.
- Barney?
- Yeah.
- That Miami thing?
Yeah. Now, uh, it's
probably nothing...
But you think those
bullets were meant for him
- and not for me, right?
- Well, it could be
- Barney's got the same enemies you do...
- Oh, sure.
Sure, but who
knows he's in town?
Well, somebody
does. Why do you think
I was parked outside the
daughter-in-law's tonight?
'Cause I saw two
guys down the street.
- I think I recognized one.
- Look, don't you think
my friend would tell me
if he thought somebody
- was trying to kill me?
- Not if he had good reason,
- no, I don't.
- Okay, okay.
So he's got plenty of
motive wanting Waco dead,
is that what you're
trying to say?
- Yes.
- Well, there are hundreds of others
who have that same motive.
Now, what is it?
Every description that we
have gotten of Waco's assailant,
no matter how vague it's been,
it generally fits Barney.
I know.
Well, it's not enough.
Not for what you're saying.
Okay, you asked me, I told you.
I'm glad you're okay,
and I'll see you tomorrow.
Oh, now, you didn't
have to tear out
the whole frame
like that, did you?
- What's the matter with you!
- Nothing outside, Mike.
You want a couple
of men left out front?
- No, there's no need for that.
- Whatever you say.
- Thanks, fellas.
- Yeah. Thanks a lot, fellas.
Look, I'm-I'm sorry this had
to happen while you're here.
Hey, better me than Jeannie.
Yeah, I guess so.
Does this make any sense to you?
Why don't we, uh, talk it out?
We used to strip things
down pretty good together.
Okay, talk.
Who am I a threat to?
Maybe you're not a threat.
Maybe somebody just
hates your beautiful face.
Who?
People you put in prison.
Anybody in particular
been released recently?
No, all the people I know
who are out want to stay out.
They wouldn't take
a chance like this.
Okay, then, let's go
back to the threat idea.
Let's say it's something
you're working on now,
and there's more
involved than you know.
You mean like that Waco thing?
Could be.
Let's examine it.
Who's Waco tied in with?
Well...
there's this fella called
Jackson over in Oakland,
and we think maybe...
just maybe he gave
Waco a contract
on this guy he
shot this morning.
And then maybe put
one out on Waco himself?
Yeah.
Nobody else involved?
Maybe.
Who?
- An attorney named Andrews.
- Where's he fit?
Jackson's his client; he
may be the payoff man.
You think Andrews is
worried you'll prove that?
No.
Doesn't add up.
What does?
Well...
Steve has a very
interesting theory.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
He thinks that those
bullets weren't meant for me.
You mean I was the target?
Yeah. What do you think?
Well...
I guess anything's possible.
But I sort of figured
all my old enemies
are most likely dead
and buried by now.
Nobody comes to mind?
Mike, I told you...
I'm at peace.
That's good.
I just bought some sinkers
downstairs... you want one?
Uh... no, thanks.
I know you like chocolate...
I bought two chocolates.
Maybe later.
Fix me a cup of
coffee, will you, please?
Listen, I'm, uh, sorry
I got sore last night.
- Oh, that's okay.
- No, it isn't.
Close the door.
Sit down, huh?
I talked to Barney.
He says those shots couldn't
have been meant for him.
You told him what I said?
- Sure.
- Why?
You wanted my
reaction; I wanted his.
And what was it?
Well, if he's in a
shooting war with Waco,
he's a much better poker
player than he used to be.
- You asked him that, too?
- No, I couldn't ask him that.
After all, I worked with
the guy for nine years.
You have, uh, any new thoughts?
Yes.
Maybe you're a much
better cop than I am.
Oh, Mike, come on.
No, I mean it. Now, listen,
I've said this before, and
I'm gonna say it again.
People have blind spots,
especially when
it comes to friends.
- So where do you stand?
- Troubled.
Okay.
Listen, did you find out
who was tailing us yet?
Yeah, he's a wheel man
for Jackson named Bellows.
Did you check out
the print match?
It's not in yet.
Okay, uh, will you check
out this guy, Bellows?
Yeah, yeah.
Mike, uh... I'm sorry.
I hope so.
These things have gone
up to 15 cents apiece.
And you stuck me
with two of them.
And I don't like chocolate.
Mr. Andrews?
Yes?
My name's Lujack, sir,
and I'm here on a case.
- A private investigator?
- Yes, sir.
And formerly with the San
Francisco Police Department.
If I could just have
a moment with you?
Um... yeah, okay.
Um... what can I do for you?
Well, sir, what brought me
all the way out from Chicago
is I'm trying to
locate a gentleman
I understand is a
business associate of yours.
Well, what's his name?
Johnny Waco.
Well, I'm afraid that
your source of information
isn't that reliable.
I don't know
anybody by that name.
Oh, really?
I thought Merle Jackson
had you pay him off
for killing some cheap
punk named Olsen.
What are you talking about?
Who sent you?
I sent myself.
I'm the man who shot Waco.
I figure it's safe to
tell you that, right?
That's 25 floors to the
ground, Mr. Andrews.
And if you don't tell
me where Waco is,
I'm gonna splatter you
all over the pavement.
You understand me?
You're crazy.
Maybe.
Maybe I got a right to be.
Did you ever have
a son, Mr. Andrews?
No.
Well, I did.
Good son.
Everything any
father ever wanted.
And you know what he wanted?
No.
He wanted to be like me.
And he made me proud.
He made us all proud.
And then...
Then that punk, your friend...
that no-good scum,
cut him down in the street.
Murdered him.
Well, it's his turn
now, Mr. Andrews.
He's gonna die.
You got that?
He's gonna die!
Come on, come on, I'm clean.
Get your hands down.
What are you hassling
me for? I didn't do nothing!
Yeah, so what are you doing
parked down on
Fillmore last night, huh?
Are you kidding?
Last night I was at a... movie.
Come on, let's go, will you?
What are you...
what are you doing?!
I'm gonna have a talk with
you, then I'm gonna go over
and have a talk
with Merle Jackson.
Merle Jackson? What for?
To tell him that you've
been feeding us information
about his action in Oakland.
Oh, come on. Jackson's
not gonna buy that.
You want to make
a bet? Let's try it.
Hey, wait a minute!
Listen, you're, uh... you're
jiving me, right, man?
'Cause I fed you
nothing about Jackson.
Well, somebody has, and
when he finds out it's you,
you're gonna be
in a lot of trouble.
Now, wait a minute.
That is illegal!
You can't do that!
Try me.
Now, wait a minute.
You don't want me.
You don't want Jackson.
What do you want?
Johnny Waco.
Johnny, he was gonna kill me!
I had to tell him.
Sure. Sure, I understand.
You've got to get
out of town, Johnny.
Yeah, okay.
Come in.
Waco's over at the
Cable Motel on Lombard
under the name of Saunders.
You all right?
I feel sick.
I've been spying on
one of my oldest friends,
and I find this.
"Chicago Gunman Slain."
Who's this guy Ballard?
One of the three suspects
in the killing of Barney's son.
The other one...
Duke Charles, yeah.
Charles was murdered
last August in Miami.
Now, two weeks
before that, a B. Lujack
was busted for breaking and
entering into Charles' home.
Report just came in,
and the prints from B. Lujack
and Barney Lujack match.
- Mike, it, uh...
- I know.
Barney's already
murdered two men,
and he's looking for the third.
So, what do you want to do?
Find Waco before he does.
There you are, Mr. Saunders...
The key to your room, 320.
You know, I, uh...
I could move that friend of
yours closer to your room.
No, across the
court is just fine.
He's not that good a friend.
Just business.
Oh... listen.
Uh... don't...
mention the room to him.
It'll look thoughtful if
I surprise him, huh?
Oh, sure enough.
Just send him up to
my place, Room 223.
Right, Mr. Saunders.
Thank you.
Think he can get
to Waco that quick?
With all the names I gave him?
He's a good cop.
He was a good cop.
Now he's nothing
but a common killer.
You judge him hard.
That's right, I judge him hard.
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Can I help you?
Oh, yes. Uh, I'm here
to see Mr. Saunders.
Oh, he's up in
room 223 over there.
You-You can go over
those stairs right up there.
Thank you.
Radio for backup units.
Take care of the
rear. Nobody in or out.
Barney?
Stay right where
you are. Don't move.
I mean it!
I have to finish it, Mike.
It's already finished.
Give me the gun.
Not until Waco's dead.
Don't blame yourself for
what happened to your son.
Nobody asked him to be a cop.
He chose that for himself.
Because of me.
You didn't kill him!
Waco did.
He has to pay, Mike.
He will. I've got him
on a murder charge.
We had him before.
Barney...
you give me that gun.
Friend to friend.
You know I'm gonna have
to book you, don't you?
Sure.
You got a job to do.
Sorry, Mike. You just don't
understand what I have to do.
Hold it!
All right, get your
hands behind your back!
No!
Stop him!
Barney, don't do it.
Do you hear me?!
Barney... please!
He was crazy!
I didn't even have a gun,
and he was gonna shoot me.
Get him out of here.
I'm telling you, he was crazy!
Get him away from me.
See you tomorrow.
You okay?
Uh-huh.
Hey, listen,
you feel like some company?
Saturday night.
Go out and get something
to eat, do something?
Thanks, but I... I think
I'd like to be alone tonight.
I've got a lot of things
I have to sort out.
Oh, Steve...
if you have any time
tomorrow morning,
I could use a hand around here.
Sure. What do you need?
Roses.
Roses?
Yeah. Right there.
You wouldn't believe
how beautiful this
old place looked
when they were
growing right there.
I'll see you tomorrow.