The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 17 - Endgame - full transcript

Hey, how you doing, Al?

Long time.

You're looking good.

Sailor.

Hey, how you doing?

I think I look better
than I feel, John.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I heard something
that didn't agree with me

about you cooperating
with the grand jury,

telling the district attorney
everything you know.

I'd like an answer.



Hey, Al, I don't have
to give you an answer,

but I'll give you some
advice, no extra charge.

It isn't for the
newspapers this time.

This time, they're really
on a tear; big cleanup.

Now, that means
get Al Doyle, right?

I don't know.

Can they get you or can't they?

All I know is I'm out

on account of it's gonna get
worse before it gets better.

Hey, Al, you do what you want.

You don't need
me to tell you that,

but don't you come
putting the hammer on me

for not telling you what's
going on around town.

Maybe we'll do
business again sometime.



You know,

there's only one thing
worse than killing a cop.

That's letting a cop that
knows as much as he does

talk to the D.A. about it.

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Is that his wife?

Yeah, Elizabeth.

She died about three years ago.

Fine woman.

You two were pretty tight?

Our wives went
to school together.

Wait a minute.

Gentlemen.

How'd you get here so fast?

I just live a couple
of blocks from here.

Anything you want to tell us?

Preliminary?

Death by gunshot,
probably self-inflicted.

Okay.

See you, Bernie.

You know any reason why
he might have killed himself?

His wife is dead,
no kids, lonely,

thinking of retirement
on a pension

that he knows he can't live on
because the prices are going up.

Did you know that he
got hit by a subpoena

in that grand jury
investigation on vice?

Yeah, I know that, too.

That couldn't have helped.

Cops have enough occupational
hazards without adding suicide.

This is the third one
this year, isn't it, Roy?

Yeah, sure is.

Maybe that's something
your boss ought to think about.

Now, what's that
supposed to mean?

- We hounded Baker to death?
- All right, all right.

Forget I said it.

I already did.

All right, Baker
blew himself away

because he knew he'd lose a
job if he didn't waive immunity.

And, if he waived
immunity and he testified,

he could be indicted
for receiving bribes.

So, he was in a
wringer, is that the idea?

I've heard of worse reasons.

Excepting for
one little problem.

Baker offered us a deal.

Full cooperation with
the D.A.'s investigation

in return for an early
retirement in grade.

I didn't know anything
about that; why didn't you...

Because the geniuses
are still thinking it over.

Well, why would Baker
want to kill himself

before he found out if
he could make his deal?

You tell me.

Yeah, come in.

You two know Gerry
O'Brien from the D.A.'s office?

- Uh, Dwayne Rogers.
- Dwayne Rogers and Eddie Hill.

How you doing? Steve.

Sorry we're late.

You two aren't
Homicide, are you?

Uh, no. Vice.

No, they're working on Doyle.

Looking to see
where Baker's tied in.

Oh, good deal.

All right, let's say
after he made his offer,

he started thinking about
what could happen to him

if you people bought it and
he really had to cooperate.

Whatever else Baker was,
he was no man to be afraid.

Not even of Doyle?

No chance.

Well, where does that leave us?

Well...

Anybody want to
consider the possibility

that he was murdered?

What?

What do you know, Mike?

Nothing; no more than you do.

Well, if he was murdered,
then somebody had to know

about his offer to
cooperate with the D.A.

Now wait a minute,
you're talking about a leak.

Well, not from my office.

We didn't even know there
was any talk about a deal.

You didn't know.

Now, don't give
me that. Nobody did!

All right, all right, all
right, come on, come on.

Now either you two
guys go on outside

and start hitting each
other or let's all cool it out.

Wasn't any leak if
Baker killed himself.

And although I'm not
putting it out of my mind,

I don't see anything
here that points to murder.

Now, I want you two and you two

to go on out and do your jobs.

Check your sources.

Let's see if we can put a
ribbon on this one, okay?

- All right.
- Listen, Captain,

I got a call from a hooker.

She usually gives me good tips.

Uh, she could be steamed
up enough to talk about Doyle.

- What's her name?
- Well, I don't...

I don't know her real name,
but they call her Lily Marlene.

All right, talk to her.

Let me know what's on her mind.

What makes you think she
wants to talk about Doyle?

What else would she call me for?

Oh, come on, will you?

Listen, there isn't a
hooker in this town

who isn't splitting part
of her action with Doyle.

This one's smart.

She knows him, and
she doesn't dig Doyle.

She even uses
words like "exploited."

Prostitutes of the world unite.

That's Lily Marlene,
a real coyote.

Hey, Lily?

Lily?

Lily? Lily?

Steve, take the front.

A guy in a blue work jacket.

She's dead.

Hold it! Police!

Steve, around the corner!

Hold it!

Steve?

Steve.

Steve?

The woman was
pronounced dead on arrival

at Franklin Hospital.

The driver of the car,
James Ganby, died on impact.

The latest report on San
Francisco Police Inspector

Steven Keller, who was
also taken to Franklin,

is that he remains
on the critical list.

At the stadium today, again...

I said the woman,
Sailor, not a cop.

I mean, did I?

Did I say anything
about killing another cop?

Come on, Al, what
was I supposed to do?

I mean, like how
much time did I have?

Got the phone call, I
found the closest man

I could and told
him to do the job.

All I know is,

if they tie that clown to
me, it's your head, Sailor.

Al, relax.

No way.

That's why I didn't
do the job myself

or have one of
our own boys do it.

I'll be right with you, Mike.

I want to check in.

Captain Devitt.

Jeannie.

- Mike, how is he?
- Why aren't you in school?

- What are you doing here?
- Don Bender called

- and told me what happened.
- It's none of his business.

It sure isn't.

It's yours; you should
have called me.

Sweetheart, there's
nothing you can do.

All right, let's not
argue about it.

I got the first
plane, and I'm here.

I think you met my daughter.

Jeannie, Captain Devitt.

Yeah, sure, Jeannie.

Mike, how's Steve?

Uh, Steve's in pretty
bad shape, Jeannie.

He's alive, isn't he?

Yes, he's alive,
but... that's about all.

It's the central nervous system.

And there's nothing
more they can do.

Mike!

I can only tell you,
Doyle is finished.

I can't tell you how I'm
gonna do it, I can only tell you

- he is finished.
- Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike.

- Now, take it easy.
- No, I won't take it easy!

I'm taking it hard, do you mind?

When it knocks your judgment

from here to Marin
County, you bet I do!

You're off the case.

Oh, no, no, sir.

Now, Doyle is mine!

No, sir, not anymore he's not.

We'll find out who's responsible
for what happened to Keller,

but we'll do it with policemen,

and not with maniacs
looking for revenge.

Well, now, you listen to me.

Steve is more to me
than just a guy that

- you're thrown together with...
- Sure, sure,

- I know what you mean.
- No, you don't know!

All you know is that you get up

in the morning,
you do a day's work,

keep your nose
clean and say, "Hey,

look what a great cop I am!"

Well, you are like all the rest
of them in this damn place!

I'm gonna tell you, Al Doyle
made a vegetable out of Steve,

and I am going to drop him!

He is mine!

You're strung out, Mike.

You just butt
out. Just butt out.

I can't do that, but I can
have you suspended.

You do that, Captain.

You just do that!

Jeannie?

- Mike?
- Yep.

It's so early... What
are you doing ho...

Is it about Steve? Did
something happen?

No. No, no, it's
not about Steve.

I just had a run-in
with Devitt, that's all.

Ah, it's so good
to have you home.

What do you mean? What happened?

Don't you give me that look.

Nothing happened.

I just told Devitt
what I thought of him,

and he flopped me, that's all.

Let's celebrate, huh?

Cause for a celebration... let's
go to your favorite restaurant.

- I'll buy.
- But I thought you liked Roy Devitt.

I did, before he got
all those promotions,

forgot what it was
like walking the streets.

Well, what did you fight about?

Oh, nothing. He's
like all the rest...

He's a pencil pusher.

He wouldn't recognize
an honest feeling

if it hit him in the face.

Oh, yeah, there it is.

Well, I guess they
think I'm gonna...

hand in my resignation before
I start walking a beat again.

They're gonna be
pleasantly surprised.

Mike, what's the
matter with you?

Nothing, nothing at all.

Then why are you
acting like this?

Why won't you tell
me what's going on?

I've never seen
you like this before.

I'm sorry.

It's because of Steve, isn't it?

Mike, why can't I see him?

Because I don't want you to.

Look, I-I don't care

what he looks like.

And how do you know
he wouldn't recognize us

and be glad we're there?

You don't know, do you?

You don't know that he
doesn't want to see us.

We can't see him now.

Yeah. Stone.

Okay, thanks.

Devitt filed formal
charges against me.

They've already
scheduled a hearing.

Michael Stone... the
charge against you,

namely that you refused
to obey a proper order

and conducted yourself
in an insubordinate

and threatening manner
toward a superior officer,

has been proved.

It is the ruling of
this commission

that you will be reduced
to the rank of patrolman,

and will report forthwith
to the uniformed command

for assignment.

Hello?

Oh, yeah, Miss Stone,
this is, uh, Dwayne Rogers.

I saw you this morning
at your dad's hearing.

Yeah, I was just, uh, talking
with my partner, Eddie Hill,

and saying what a
rough break your dad had,

and... well, we were wondering

how he was taking it, and
if there was anything at all

that we could do to help.

Well, I wish I knew
how he was taking it.

He didn't come home with me,
and I haven't heard from him.

Well, look, would you
like us to try and find him?

I mean, did he say
where at all he was going?

No. But if you see him,

would you ask him
to just call me, please?

I'd really appreciate it.

We'll look around for
him, we'll see what's what,

and we'll keep in
touch with you, all right?

But take it easy.

Which way?

You want to get jerked
around, I'll tell you how...

Work for the city.

Be a cop.

That's what I am; I'm a cop.

But open your mouth, oh, no.

Don't open your mouth.

You open your mouth, they
zap you for it, good and hard.

Bunch of bums,
that's what cops are.

Just plain bums.

- How you doing, Lieutenant?
- Lieutenant, how's it going?

Lieutenant?

I'm not a lieutenant.

Wh... What's the
matter with you guys?

Uh, hey, you know, we've,
uh, we've been looking for you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Why? They want to apologize?

How about a drink?

Hey, bartender, give these...

These are public servants...
Give 'em a drink, will you?

Uh... no, no, no, thanks, Mike.

Uh... look, what do you
say we, uh, go for a walk?

A walk? You want to walk, walk.

I don't start walking
till tomorrow at 0800.

Then I'll show 'em
how to walk a beat.

Hey, look, they stuck it to you
pretty good, didn't they, Mike?

That's what they think.

You got some other idea?

Yeah, you better believe it.

Tomorrow's when I
do all right, at 0800.

How you gonna do that?

I don't like too many questions.

Yeah, well, who does?

All right, you don't have
to paint any pictures for us;

we know what you're saying.

Did I say anything?

- Did I say anything?!
- No, no, no. -No.

All I said was, that's
where the action is,

right out there in the street.

And starting at 0800, you
are gonna get yours, right?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Come on, Mike, come on.

We'll take you home, all right?

- Yeah.
- Come on. -Yeah, come on.

Come on. Here we go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

You all right? You
all right? Okay.

There we go. You all right?

You all right?

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Help! Help me, please!

- What's the matter?
- There's a man gone crazy!

- He's hitting my uncle!
- Where?

Back there.

Steve!

Jeannie, wha...

How'd you get in here?

Okay, outside.

You and I are going
to have a little talk.

- No, it's okay.
- No, it isn't okay, Steve.

My orders are not to
let anybody in here.

A couple of minutes.

Just don't tell
anybody, all right?

Well... I won't if you won't.

Jeannie, uh...

I just want to know
one thing, Steve.

What the hell is going on?

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Hey, you. What do
you think you're doing?

- You talking to me?
- Don't give me that cop jive.

Who are you, and
what is it with this?

I'll write this out very
carefully so you can read it.

Will you cut it out? I
got a business to run!

The cans are too
far out in the alley.

They're the same
place they always are.

- What are you talking about?
- Move 'em.

Oh, I get it.

New guy, huh?

Boy... you guys are all alike.

Here, take it.

And you get lost.

Now I tell you what to do.

Down payment, right?

- What do you mean?
- I want a hundred a week

from you, every week.

- Hundred dollars?
- That's right.

Or I'll paper every wall in
that rat pit with one of these.

So get it up.

Hello?

This is Lloyd.

Let me talk to Doyle.

See, Doyle has been making
us look bad for a long time.

He runs all the gambling
and prostitution in town,

only we've never
been able to prove it.

Anyway, that wasn't our
problem; that was up to Vice.

Except the other day a
cop killed himself, and...

- Who?
- A sergeant named John Baker.

We think he was on the
take, you know, with Doyle.

So Mike and I got involved
and I got zapped by the car,

and your father and Devitt
came up with this great idea.

To give your dad an excuse
for going off the deep end.

But what for?

To smoke out Doyle.

To make it look as if
he was a rogue cop.

That he was upset
with the department,

all that kind of
thing, you know?

Oh...

So that's what all
this craziness was.

Okay, I can understand that.

It's a scam.

But why keep me out of it?

I mean, I'm the man's
one and only offspring.

I'm supposed to be
the apple of his eye.

Come on, Jeannie,
cool it, will you?

Why should I? I'm bloody mad!

And I don't think I'm
gonna tell him, either.

I'm gonna let him have
it right between the eyes.

Bite-bite down
on this, will you?

Bite down on it and listen.

Hey, you're really
all right, aren't you?

Well, I was all right until a
couple of minutes ago, yeah.

Pig.

Pig? Oh!

Man sends you away for
a nice college education,

and that's what you
come back with: pig.

Point is, your father didn't even
know you were coming home.

So how do you think
he must have felt?

Well, I'm trying.

So far, he comes out looking
like a man who'd-who'd lie

to his own daughter just
for the sake of some...

What if he was protecting you?

From what?

All right, let's say...

let's just say there was a
leak in the department and...

Really? Is that
really what you think?

It could be, yes.

Somebody's feeding
information to Doyle.

So how does a leak have
anything to do with me?

Well, if Doyle decided that
he wanted to check up on Mike,

uh, the less you
knew, the better.

Oh.

Is he in any danger?

No.

He, uh... no.

Uh-huh.

Well, he is with me.

FB5. Request a wagon at
Broadway and Montgomery.

That is correct.

I think we got us
a new policeman.

Don't he know no better
than to come around here?

What's the matter with him?

Bad as business has been,

we don't need no new
cop hanging around.

That's for sure.

Ladies.

Something on your mind?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm running you in.

You're running us in?

For what?

Ah, you gals act as though

you've never been
rousted before.

We don't get rousted.

Where did you hear that?

Where you been, man?

We're protected.

Who says so?

I do.

Ask anybody.

Well, new rules, gals.

Sorry.

Come on, step in.

Let's go.

What's your name, man?

Why? You want to
make a complaint?

Stone.

Mike Stone, okay?

And whoever your
hook is, you tell them

that all the action on Stone's
beat is finished from now on.

Can you remember that?

Somebody's gonna be
teaching you the facts of life, man.

Hey, man, I'm scared.

You better be.

Inside. Both of you.

Yeah.

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I think I'll have to
talk to Sanitation

about the filth
on these streets.

What do you want, Stone?

Did I say I wanted something?

A lot of people all of a
sudden wish you'd go away.

And I thought I was
just getting started.

Goes to show you how
you can move things along.

Yeah, ain't everybody
can do that, right?

Yeah, well, I have the
advantage of experience.

So you moved things
along. Now what?

I keep moving them.

No, no. That ain't
the way it goes.

What am I telling
you? I have to tell you?

I'm here, ain't I?
You want to talk, talk.

Any time I want to talk to
you, Sailor, I'll pull your chain.

Stone, wait a minute.

Wait.

What's the matter with you?

I come here to do business.

You tell Doyle any time he wants
to know what I want, he can ask.

Him.

He does the asking.

You clown.

Who are you, anyway?

A cop on the way out.

Doyle don't talk
to punks like you.

You're nothing.

You're a clown.

You tell him.

Any time he's ready,
he does the asking.

Well!

Did you have a busy day today?

Not really.

Do any shopping?

No.

I... I guess I must have left
these around this morning, huh?

I guess.

What'd you do today?

Not much.

Oh, I wish I could say the same.

My feet are killing me.

Your dinner's ready.

Good.

The best news
I've heard all day.

I'm telling you, I
could really eat.

What is it?

It got a little too done.

Oh, I don't think so.

It's fine.

Aren't you going to eat?

I already did.

I'll get it!

Yeah.

You know you're not
supposed to call me here.

I was waiting till you got home.

There's something
you ought to know.

Yeah, I wanted to
talk to you, too, Charlie.

Yeah, why don't we try to meet
first thing tomorrow morning?

She listening?

- Is that Charlie Kraus?
- That's it exactly.

I'd like to say hello.

Uh, just a minute.
What'd you say?

If that's Charlie Kraus,
I'd like to speak to him.

No, it's a different Charlie.

You don't know this man.

Mike, Mike, wait, wait.

I don't know how
you want to play this,

but the reason I'm calling is
she knows the whole scam.

What?

Jeannie knows.

She came here today,
she got into the room.

Okay.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

How's good ol' Charlie
what's-his-name?

You're sore at me
because I didn't tell you.

That's what this is all about.

That's a point for you.

Well, I couldn't tell you.

And besides, what do
you want to get mixed up

in all this for, anyway?

Come on.

Come on, don't give
me that stare now.

Aren't you going to tell me?

Oh, come on, now,
let me off the hook.

When those two guys
brought you home last night,

that was no act
you were putting on.

You were drunk!

You know why, don't you?

Because I don't drink!

Well, then why
did you last night?

Well, I got involved, and
the more I got involved,

the more it kept tipping,
and before you know it,

I had my heart in
it, and that was it.

That... Oh, come on, now.

Come on, I'll fix you some eggs.

Oh!

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, come on, move it in!

Now, that's a violation.

Only to be used in emergencies.

- And not only that, - Oh, man.

There's a fire
hydrant over there.

Al wants to see you.

No kidding.

How do you like that?
A clown like me, huh?

When?

Take a bus home,
you'll be picked up.

You know what time I get off?

I know every move you make.

Okay, then you move it, too.

And go with the lights.

Move it along.

How do you activate that thing?

Press this button down and over.

Now, listen, Mike.

Try to get him to
talk about Baker,

but, you know,
don't push it at all.

I mean, if the only
way I can drop him

is for bribing a police
officer, I'd rather settle for that

than to have him get
hinky and to find that thing.

Roy, the only
thing I really want

is to find out who his
contact is in this place.

I understand that, but
if we put away Al Doyle,

it's not so important anymore.

What I'm saying is
that don't go for broke

and get dumped
in the bay, that's all.

I mean, just catch him dirty,

and we'll sweat
him for the rest.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Thanks.

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Where are we going?

Hey, how you doing?

Eddie Hill, right?

Right. Hey, that's pretty good.

My father isn't home yet.

He called and said he'd be late.

Well, that's okay.

I mean, it wasn't something,
you know, that couldn't, uh...

You think I could talk
to you for a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

Thanks.

Look, um, don't ever
tell him I said this...

Because, well, I don't know,

cops are kind of
screwy, I guess... but

there is nobody in this world

that I look up to
more than Mike Stone.

That's nice.

And I won't tell him.

- Sit down.
- Thanks.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Oh, no, thanks. I mean,
I got to be getting back.

Oh.

The only thing I wanted
to say was that, um...

Can I call you Jean?

Sure.

See, you're just like him.

I mean, you're good people.

Hey, Jean...

what can I do for him?

I mean, how-how can I help him?

You-you look up to a man, and...

Okay, look, I've been on
the job four years, okay?

Four years. Who
do I want to be like?

Mike Stone.

I mean, that's it.

Mike Stone. He is the man.

You know what I mean?

I mean, he shows you the way.

And-and now he's down.

Bam! Just like that.

And everybody's saying,
"Well, forget about him.

He's through, he's washed up."

Man, I don't know.

I mean, I just can't do that.

Maybe I'm crazy...
I don't know... but...

I-I just can't just walk away

from... well, from
one hell of a man.

Hey, excuse me, Jean.

Oh, thanks, Eddie.

And I know how much
it would mean to him

to know how you feel.

But he's really fine.

He's okay.

How can he be okay?

Because he's the same
man he always was.

Is that true?

Yes, it's true.

You don't have
to worry about him.

- That son of a...
- Oh, man.

That is the best news
that I have heard...

Oh, man.

Okay.

Look, I'm gonna
get on out of here.

That son of a gun. Boy.

Listen, I'll tell him
you were here.

Oh, no, don't do that.

I mean, we wouldn't want
to give him a big head.

- Oh.
- Do you know what I mean?

Hey, look, how's Keller doing?

Steve. Uh... I don't know.

It's serious. That's all I know.

That was some rough deal, huh?

Well, I guess that's the breaks.

Thanks.

You're good people.

Nice talking to you, Eddie.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

So, what else did you tell him?

Nothing.

All I said was, he didn't
have to worry about Mike.

But I think I'd
like to kick myself.

Okay, well, you
just take it easy.

Stay home, don't
talk to anybody else.

I'll take care of everything.

Now I know why Mike
didn't want to tell me.

I'm a sucker for a sob story.

Jeannie, it's over, okay?

Steve, you don't think that...

Who? Hill?

No, no, no. It's
just like you said.

He was worried about
Mike, that's all, all right?

Okay. Thanks, Steve.

Okay, Jeannie, I'll talk
to you later. Bye-bye.

Oh, man.

Yeah, Captain,
this is Steven Keller.

The meeting we
had in your office...

You remember Rogers and
Hill knew where I was going

the day that hooker got hit?

Right. Well, Hill just did a
number on Jeannie Stone,

and I think she left
Mike holding the can.

Why don't you look at
it from my point of view?

I'm trying. I just don't
see anything that I like.

Well, that's only because
you don't have any imagination.

Two more years...
That's all I got.

Two more years,
and then I pull the pin.

Then what?

You think the city cares?

Do you think they care that
my partner got wiped out?

That's what opened my eyes...
My partner getting wiped out.

I got smart just in time.

Stone, I know what
you're trying to say,

but I have problems of my own.

I know, and I'm one of them.

They should all be
as easy to get rid of.

Just how easy is easy?

I thought you'd never ask.

$25,000.

Ha!

Or else you'll do what?

I'll nickel-and-dime
you to death.

And I'm out there
where I can do it.

You're pushing too hard, Stone.

I don't think so.

You can't afford to say no.

The way I see it,
you have two choices.

You can either
pay me, or kill me.

Oh, boy.

Look, do yourself
a favor, will you?

Have somebody drop
him off the bridge?

Look at him.

Nerves are shot.

Doing you, I'm gonna love.

Come on, will you, Sailor?

I'm a cop. He wants to
do business in this town.

Who do you think you're
scaring with that thing?

You clown... Was Baker a cop?

He was a clown, just like you.

Sailor?

He's dirty.

You sure?

I'm positive.

Well, Doyle's got us
right by the throats,

and you know he's gonna squeeze.

Look, why don't we just
let Stone take him in?

- We didn't know.
- What, are you crazy?

And then Doyle can go
ahead and make a deal

with you and I as
the sweeteners?

You're right.

Eddie...

you're gonna have to take
care of Doyle and Sailor,

and I got Stone.

Let's get it, baby.

Eighty-one to headquarters.

Request additional
units in the Marina area.

Code three at the Yacht Harbor.

Eight-one, roger.

Three David Five
and Three David Six,

code three at Yacht Harbor.

Officer requests assistance.

Sure hope you're
right about this place.

Vice says this is
where he hangs out.

I think you're making
a wise decision.

$10,000 is still a lot of money.

Well, I'd feel
much better if I felt

I wasn't making less
than any other cop.

Well, there are no other
cops, Stone, not on my payroll.

You know, I get the idea
you think you know something.

You're wrong.

Okay, okay, come on.

Police.

Everybody just stay
right where they are.

Wait a minute. What
are you guys doing here?

Just making a collar,
Lieutenant, that's all.

I need your gun.

Now, wait a minute. I want to...

Shut up.

Sailor, come on up here!

Join us!

- Your gun, Lieutenant.
- What do you guys want?

I'm gonna tell you.

All right, let's have it, Al.

You know I don't
carry a gun, Eddie.

Okay, Mike.

Move it!

Come on.

Sit down.

Gonna instruct
you on your rights.

Come on, Mike, move it.

Didn't you feel the
wire? I'm on a job.

- This is a setup.
- Just keep moving, Mike.

What happens now?

Now?

Now you get killed trying
to assault a police officer.

You're not going anywhere, Mike.

Now, come on, move it!

You heard me.

Oh, now I get it.

With Sailor's gun...
Is that the idea?

I'm sorry, Mike,
but that is the idea.

Hey, man, let's go.

It's Devitt.

Come on, man! Come on!

Hey, Steve!

Right there, Eddie!

Don't do it!

Drop it!

I said, drop it!

Okay, man. No more.

Hold it!

I've had it!

Put it down!

I've had it.

Now your service pistol.

This is eighty-one to
headquarters. We're clear.

A little style for
a change, huh?

Listen, are you going
to stay out of trouble now

so that I can get
some work done?

- I will if you will.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Inspectors eight-one.

Respond to a 2-1-7

in a parking lot...
Francisco and Kearney.

217... that's a shooting.

Yes, it is.

Uh... look, uh, stay
here, will you, please?

Call a cab, sweetheart.

- Sure.
- Jeannie, take care.

Good-bye.

And don't forget to call!

This is eighty-one
to headquarters.

Will respond on that 217.

Be careful.