The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 23 - Solitaire - full transcript
Stone has to work with a rather independent undercover cop after Keller gets shot in the leg during a bust.
(dramatic music playing)
You Casella?
- Yeah.
- What's your deal?
What is it? That, uh, new
little blonde cooking dinner
- for you tonight?
- What blonde? Brunette.
Brunette?
What happened to the blonde?
It's a lonely life
being a cop, Mike.
- Oh, I'll bet it is.
- Very lonely.
Brunette one week,
a blonde the next week.
MAN (over radio):
All units in vicinity
of Stockton and Filbert.
Officer requests a backup.
- Code 3. -Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters,
will respond to code 406.
(siren wailing)
Thinking we ought
to be working together...
Uh, you with your action,
me with my connections.
(door bursts open)
MAN: Police! Freeze!
(gunfire)
(siren wailing)
(gunshots)
(siren wailing)
STEVE: Police. Hold it!
(siren wailing)
Drop it! Drop the gun.
(brakes squeal)
Ooh! Hold it, man.
I ain't done nothing, guy.
Drop it. Shut up, and don't
even think about moving.
- I... What? I ain't done nothing.
- Come on!
Take it easy, fellas.
Take it easy!
- Read him his rights!
- Whoa! Whoa.
Steve!
(groans, breathing heavily)
- Take it easy. Take it easy.
- The three of them...
- Lay down.
- They all got away. Hey!
(winces) Easy, easy!
(breathing heavily) It hurts!
Never mind that.
Just let me see the leg now.
Aah! Ow!
Marcus Welby you're not.
(sighs, groans)
- All right, get an ambulance.
- (groaning)
Lieutenant Stone?
Yes?
Inspector Keller just
came out of surgery.
I'm sorry, you can't see him
now, but maybe tomorrow.
How is he, Doc?
Well, the bullet tore up some
muscle and nicked the bone.
He's gonna have to stay here
for a while, and then
he'll be using a cane for
about a week or so after that.
But he's young and he's strong.
There should be no aftereffect.
Thanks a lot, Doc. You're right,
he is young and strong.
Uh, listen, do me a favor,
will you?
Will you tell him
I'll be back tomorrow?
- You bet.
- Thanks.
(whistling)
(typewriter keys clicking)
Too bad about Wellaman,
but he was stupid to charge in
where he shouldn't have been.
I thought you'd want
some background
for your report.
Who are you?
Al Wozynsky.
Narcotics.
(typewriter bell dings)
- (typewriter keys clicking)
- Alice?
I'm sorry about Tom.
Oh, thank you.
Um, your boss is inside
with your chief.
They want to see you
and Lieutenant Stone together.
So go ahead in, please.
(knocks on door)
Come in.
Hey, what's the matter
with the girl, Pete?
- Her boyfriend got killed today.
- Wellaman?
Yeah, she was pretty heavy
on him, Mike.
PETE: Chief,
you know Al Wozynsky.
Yeah, sure.
Mike, how's Keller?
Okay. Doc says he'll be in
the hospital for a while.
All right, Wozynsky,
let's lay it out.
What happened?
There's been this group
of dealers,
working
the North Beach High School,
pushing "H" and Coke.
Now I've been working for five
months to try to pass myself off
as an independent dealer with
some really good connections.
So the word on me gets out,
and I drop a line here and there
how I want to get in
with the big boys,
because being out there
out on the limb
can get lonesome.
So I meet this dealer,
and he sets it up with me,
you know, to meet the main man,
a guy by the name of Marks.
Now we're just getting started,
when all of a sudden,
that stupid...
Officer Wellaman,
he comes barging in,
he turns the place
into a shooting match.
They all got away?
Everybody but my contact...
a dude named Random.
I think Wellaman got him.
Was Wellaman working with you?
No. I don't know what Wellaman
was doing there,
or how he knew
what I was doing there.
All I know is he blew
this deal wide-open,
and five months of hard work
went down the tubes.
Are you positive
he blew your cover?
Positive? I don't know.
Yes, no... I don't know.
Getting busted out in public
didn't hurt.
What do you think, John?
Well, homicide and narcotics are
tied in together on this one.
Looks like if you nail down one,
you get the other.
Mike, I'm gonna
assign Wozynsky here
to work with you on this case
as your partner.
Oh, come on.
Oh, now wait a minute.
I've got a partner.
Yeah, in the hospital.
You said yourself
it may be two weeks
before he's back on duty.
Now if you want to get the man
that shot him
and killed Wellaman,
then you'll work with Wozynsky.
Hey, I work solo!
I had the distinct impression
that I had the rank around here.
Now unless something's changed
that I don't know about,
you... both of you...
Will work in tandem
on this one, and that's final.
(laughing)
Y-y-you busted a cop?
Yeah, I busted a cop. I don't
see where that's so funny.
(laughs) I-I do.
You do, huh? You like that, huh?
STEVE: I love it.
Well, maybe when you're ready
to get serious, you'll tell me
what you know
about this Wozynsky.
Uh, I don't know too much.
He was about three classes
ahead of me.
I just know he's a wild man.
- In what way?
- Well, he'd take on anybody,
even the instructors.
Yeah.
You know, always a put-on,
never took anything serious.
Uh, heard he was a good shot.
I used to see him at
the firing range a lot.
Instructors talked about him.
He wasn't on the pistol team.
Yeah, well, from what I heard,
he didn't shoot for trophies.
He worked out with the judo
instructors a lot, too,
you know, really put them
through their paces.
I hear he only worked
with a partner once.
- What did you hear about that?
- I don't know.
Well, I guess that kind of
thing, well, it's the only way
to find out is by working
with the man.
Wait a minute.
Wh-what do you mean?
What are you talking about?
- How he operates.
- Why?
Well, the partner he had,
he was killed working a case
with Wozynsky.
Well, now listen.
Listen, I...
I just want you to remember
everything I taught you, okay?
(laughing)
It's funny, huh?
You like that, huh?
- Yeah. (laughing)
- Bustin' a cop.
- You...
- No! No, easy! No leg.
- Oh. Oh.
- (chuckles)
(laughs, snorts) Ahh.
- I'll see you.
- Okay.
(indistinct conversation)
MAN: (whistling)
- Aha!
- MAN: Way to go.
- Hey, Artie.
- Stay away from me, man.
- You a cop.
- What?!
What's all that about?
Hey, man, I heard what went down
last night.
Random's dead.
Police are crawling all over
that place you wanted.
Wait a minute now.
If the word is out on me, then...
Then you know I went
to the man's place.
The man didn't come to me.
And I'm the one
who got arrested. He didn't.
How come you out so fast?
(scoffs) What? You think they're
gonna find stuff on me?
(scoffs) No, all I had
was a gun.
You know, I picked it
from the dead cop.
No law against that.
Come on, Artie.
If I was the fuzz, I would have
locked you up months ago.
You're a dealer, and you use
the stuff yourself, right?
If I wanted an easy bust,
you're it, kiddo.
Okay, man.
If you ain't the fuzz,
how come that dude over there
in that suit and hat
is watching us so close?
He's my uncle...
Dealer back east.
He wears a suit... makes him look
respectable. I don't know.
Man, you talk faster
than anybody I know,
but it's all jive.
Man, I seen that dude before.
He's a cop, and you a cop, too.
Okay.
Okay. Straight...
I'm a cop.
Name is not Casella.
It's Wozynsky...
Patrolman Al Wozynsky.
And I work narcotics.
Now here's how it goes down.
I can play it two ways.
So can you.
I can bust you.
You know I got enough on you
to do that, right?
Or...
I could ask you
for a little help.
I want to clean up
this junkyard.
I want the biggies,
the guys on top,
the guys that are making
all the bread
off you and your problems,
boys like Marks.
What do you say?
I don't know, man.
I've seen guys
get a jacket before.
I've seen what happens.
I'll keep you clean.
Man, you can't promise that.
No, I can't,
but I can give you my word...
I'll try my damnedest.
How about it?
I guess.
Oh, no. Oh, no, Artie.
That's not good enough for me.
You gotta give me
your word, too.
(inhales sharply)
Okay, man.
You keep in touch, huh?
How'd it go?
(sighs) All right,
now move this thing.
And try not to hit the siren,
okay?
(engine starts)
What happened?
You ripped my cover clean,
that's what happened.
What are you talking about?
Your face, man. It's been
hangin' out too long.
He knew me?
23 years shakin' doorknobs
and... and flashin' a badge,
odds are, half the city
knows you.
I see.
Okay. I guess we forget you're
trying to work undercover.
No.
You said he knew you were a cop.
He won't talk to them,
he'll talk to me.
No, no, no.
Somebody else might know you.
I say we forget
your undercover work.
What we forget is playing
"Me and My Shadow."
From now on, I work outside,
you work inside... that's all.
Condon said "together."
Hey, look, this is my case!
I got it down to the wire,
and I can crack it.
It's gotta be done my way.
I hate pulling rank,
but if word is out on you,
I'd be signing
your death warrant if I agreed.
MIKE: No more undercover
on this one.
Okay.
Yes, sir... Lieutenant.
(scoffs)
(sighs)
Narcotics, please.
(telephone rings)
- (ring)
- Lieutenant Alizo's office.
Alice, how are you?
Steve Keller.
Oh, sure, Steve.
Hey, how's your leg?
Oh, it's feeling better.
(sighs) Just going
a little stir-crazy here.
Nothing to read but mysteries.
Well, would some science fiction
help you out?
- I got a whole bookcase full.
- (chuckles)
Actually, I was thinking
of some nonfiction.
I was wondering if you
could send over the reports
on the Wozynsky/Wellaman
shoot-out.
Uh, Steve,
that... that's against
department regulations.
Oh, Alice, come on.
There might be something
in those reports that can help
Mike and Wozynsky.
You know, sometimes
you're so close to a case,
you can't even read the reports.
Well...
I guess it wouldn't really be
breaking any of the rules.
Right, absolutely.
Also, if you could send
over the reports
of the narcotic arrests in
that area for the past year...
Okay, but this whole arrangement
is off the record, right?
Absolutely, off the record.
And thanks a lot, Alice.
You're all over
the streets, Dobie.
You must have seen something.
No, nothing, Mike.
Nothing's going down.
Uh, the dealers
are gettin' short.
Uh, uh, everybody's
lookin' for more,
but, uh, there ain't no action.
Okay, Dobie.
Keep an ear out.
Uh, say, Mike, uh, uh,
w-would you have a buck
to tide me over?
Thanks, Mike.
Uh, I'll be in touch.
You really think that's gonna
help, huh, giving him money?
Well, he came through
for me before.
Oh, sure. You buy him
a bottle, he'll sell his mother.
But somebody else buys him
another bottle, he sells you.
You don't use informers?
Not without an armlock
and not a rummy like that ever.
You're really loaded
with compassion, aren't you?
Tell me what... tell me
what good they are, huh,
what, beggin' for booze money,
drinking their lives
down the drain?
You're a cop... not my kind
of cop maybe, but a cop,
not a judge.
WOMAN: Wozynsky!
- (crying) Al Wozynsky!
- Millie, what's the matter?
It's Artie. He's sick.
He's real sick.
- You gotta come with me.
- Where? Where is he?
At school. I found him
after the basketball game.
He told me who you are.
I had to get you. Come on.
He wasn't at the game.
He's always at the game.
I looked all over for him,
and then somebody told me
that he was up here,
so I came looking.
(cries)
And that's when I found him.
He told me who you were
and that I had to get you.
(breathing heavily)
Artie! Artie!
Artie, you can hear me?
Artie!
Who did it, Artie?
Who did it? Can you hear me?
- (moans)
- Artie!
Artie! Artie, who did it to you?
Artie, can you hear me?
- Heroin. He must have O.D.'d.
- Artie!
- I'll get an ambulance.
- Artie! Can you hear me?
- Artie! Artie!
- (moans)
Artie!
Artie!
Oh. (sobbing)
- Artie.
- He was just a kid.
(sobs)
Why did they have to kill him?
He was just a kid!
You think somebody else
killed him?
Come on, Stone!
You're the homicide hotshot!
Look at him!
He's got bruises, contusions.
He fought.
And look at that syringe, huh?
Artie never had works that good.
Everything he got, it went
into his arm, not his kit.
He was dealing.
Maybe he shortchanged somebody.
He's the one
that was shortchanged, Stone,
because of you!
You walked around.
You walked around
like a neon sign
that spelled "cop."
So they murdered that kid
to scare everybody else
away from me!
You might as well have put that
needle in his arm yourself.
(sobbing)
- Aha.
- Yay! (laughs) Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
- Well, that looks pretty sharp.
- Huh? You like that, huh?
- Oh, quite distinguished.
- Yeah?
Maybe I ought to get one
for myself.
Eh, don't bother. I'll give you
this one in a week.
Oh, listen to him.
What are you bucking for,
- a medal or something?
- Huh? Sure.
You're not coming back on duty
for a while.
You got some downtime coming,
and you're gonna take it.
Well, now what makes you think
I've been off-duty?
What do you mean?
I talked to Alizo's secretary,
Alice.
- Yeah.
- She gave me the records
of all the narcotics busts
in that area in the last year.
I found out a thing or two
about your new partner.
- Wozynsky?
- Yeah.
- Like what?
- Well, you know,
he's been working that area
for the last ten months.
Yeah, I know that.
You know about
his arrest record?
Well, it's a pretty good one,
isn't it?
In numbers, yeah,
but they're all minor raps.
And every guy he's busted either
gets off or gets out quick.
- What are you getting at?
- I don't know.
He has a chance to make
one big deal. What happens?
- Wellaman broke in on it.
- A cop, yeah.
But that cop,
he's not around to tell us
what went down, is he?
What?
Do you think Wozynsky's in
on the take?
Well, it's not that far out.
He makes enough arrests to keep
the department happy
but keeps the heat
off the big ones.
No, no, it's not so far out.
But it certainly doesn't square
with a guy who cries
over a 16-year-old junkie.
Millie,
I didn't think
they're hurt Artie.
I really didn't.
You gotta believe that.
Okay, Wozynsky,
or whatever your name is,
I believe you.
Now does that
make you feel better?
Now, look,
I know I'm asking a lot, but...
You asking a whole lot, baby,
because Artie trusted you.
He was the one
that put you on to Random.
Now look who's dead
and who's alive.
If you help me, I can nail
the ones who killed Artie.
If I help you, I get nailed.
No, thanks, because I'm counting
on a long lifetime,
and I'm not coppin' out for you.
Not for me. For Artie.
Or maybe you didn't care about
him the way I thought you did.
Well...
it doesn't really matter much
now how I felt about him.
Besides,
he didn't tell me nothing.
He said, "They can't hurt you
for what you don't know."
Who's "they"?
There's always a "they,"
Wozynsky.
You a cop.
You supposed to know that.
Yeah, I know.
But they'll always be around,
too, if you don't help me.
I can't.
I just can't.
- (whispers) Here.
- Oh, hi, sweetie.
- Oh, that's cute.
- (sighs)
(dog barking)
(sighs)
How did you know
where to find me?
Well, you had your hook
in that kid Artie.
It figures you're gonna try
to get some information
from his girl.
Oh, so you'll waltz
right down here in your cop suit
where everybody can see you,
right?
Something's chewing
inside of you, Wozynsky,
and it's not the boy
or the narcotics traffic.
Now look, Stone,
nothing personal, okay?
It's not gonna work between us!
Do you always have this kind
of trouble with your partners?
Yeah.
The first and only one
I ever had nearly got me killed.
But you're still here.
What about your partner?
He pulled a dumb stunt,
ripped his cover too soon.
Was it his fault,
or was it yours,
because you didn't tell him
what you were up to?
If you're worried about it,
Stone,
why don't you tell Condon?
Maybe he'll get us off
this whole crazy deal, huh?
Oh,
I guess I learned
from a different book, Wozynsky.
But as long as Condon
is head of the department,
I don't tell him what to do,
he tells me.
(scoffs)
Now did you get anything
from the girl?
No.
Then I guess we check out
what Dobie told me.
Who?
Dobie Hayes,
the guy you said would sell
his own mother
down the river for a bottle.
He said there's a shipment
of "H" coming in
on the docks tomorrow.
It's got Marks' name on it.
Come on. You want to join me?
♪♪
- Hello.
- Hi. May I help you?
I think so.
Are you Mianna?
- Yes.
- I'm a friend of Al Wozynsky.
My name is Steven Keller.
Would you mind if I talked
to you for a couple of minutes?
- Friend of AI's, huh?
- Yeah.
Close... friend?
No. No.
I didn't think so.
He doesn't have any.
So how did you get my name?
Well, Al had mentioned
your name to the instructors
a while back
when you were going with him.
Somehow, I get the idea
that this isn't exactly
routine procedure, Inspector,
not unless this is a new way
of making a pass.
No, it's not routine.
It's personal.
Um, would be it okay
if I sit down here?
- Please.
- Thank you.
See, AI's working on a case
with my partner now
while I'm laid up.
Uh, it involves selling smack
to high school kids.
- Al with a partner?
- Yeah.
(scoffs) That's new.
He's not much
on long-term relationships,
I'll tell you that.
He stuck with me for six months.
I think that's a record.
Does he hate people?
No.
He just doesn't trust anyone.
Nobody gets close to Al.
And if they do, he just finds
an excuse to pick a fight
and walk out.
Look, I don't get it,
why the worry about Al?
Mianna, this is me asking,
not the department,
so you don't have to answer
if you don't want to.
Uh, did Al ever have
any extra money
that you knew of?
You mean money that's not his?
STEVE: Yeah.
- Dirty money.
- Yeah.
I see.
You're not worried about Al,
are you, Mr. Keller?
You're worried about
your partner, right?
Is he in good company?
Could he get hurt?
I'd like to hear
I don't have to worry, yeah.
Well, you can relax.
Al Wozynsky would take a bullet
before he'd take a bribe.
♪♪
MAN: (over radio)
Team three, in position.
Team eight in position.
Terrific.
16 men.
What do you need an army for?
Contingencies.
If your snitch
had better information,
you would know
what we were setting up for.
MAN: (over radio) Team four...
(static crackles)
You never let up, do you?
Where are you going?
You heard. Team four's unit's
cutting in and out.
I'm gonna go check on it.
You do want to know what's going
on at all times, don't you?
♪♪
MAN: (over radio) Eight-one
Adam, this is team 3.
Looks like our boat's coming in.
Let them get their feet dry
before we move in.
MAN: (over radio)
10-4.
♪♪
Inspector eight-one Adam,
looks like our car's
coming in, too.
Be prepared
to seal off the area.
MAN: (over radio)
10-4.
♪♪
Hit the horn.
Hit it and get us out of here!
(car horn honking)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
Forget the car.
The boat has the stuff.
MAN: Mike, you want
the Coast Guard to pick them up?
MIKE: Yeah, I want
the Coast Guard to pick them up!
At least they'll have
to deep-six the junk.
Now there's no way
we can book them
unless there's a law
I don't know about.
All right, come on!
The party's over. Let's go.
You think you had enough men
on the job, Stone?
Only one was out of position.
Are you saying something?
Yeah.
I'm keeping score.
That's twice you had Marks
and twice he slipped away.
Oh, yeah?
Well, while you've got
your scorecard handy there,
Lieutenant,
why don't you just scratch
my name off the lineup?
Wozynsky!
I want out.
Fine. There's the door.
Or haven't you ever heard
of knocking before entering?
Look, I cannot take this guy
you've got me chained to.
His way... just isn't my way!
That's not exactly a unique
problem for you, is it, Al?
Now look,
I know I'm not
"Mr. Personality," okay?
So maybe that's why
I work better by myself.
Take me off the case,
put me on some other detail...
A bunk, a robbery,
I don't care what.
No.
What do you mean, no?
Why no?
Because you're a cop.
Man, you're not
playing Solitaire, Al.
You know, there are
a whole lot of guys
that are packing the same badge
you pack
with the same responsibilities,
the same problems,
but none of us can do it alone.
The job's too big.
I get it done.
Yeah, so far, but there comes
a time for every one of us
where's there just no way
you make it alone,
a time when somebody either
helps you or they don't.
And the chances of that person
being somebody other than a cop
are a good 1,000 to 1.
It's my life,
okay?
I know when it's on the line.
And I know working with someone
like Stone
can get it snuffed.
JOHN: Stay on the case, Al,
and don't you worry
about Mike Stone.
He hasn't lost
too many partners.
Well, what do you mean,
he's not there?
Well, then where is he?
Okay. Yeah, thanks a lot.
I can't find the partner
I was working with,
and I can't find the guy
I'm working with now.
What do they do
on their days off?
That's two different answers
if you're talking about Keller
and Wozynsky.
Hmm. Great. No answer.
Have you tried the academy?
Wozynsky's supposed
to work out there a lot.
I tried everywhere
that's reasonable.
Maybe that's my problem.
Wozynsky? Yes, yes.
I remember there were two
of them, you know... brothers.
- No, I didn't know. No.
- Oh, yes, yes.
Two boys... Albert and, uh...
oh, let me think.
It's been rather a while...
Um, William.
Albert and William.
Mr. Parsons, how did they get
to the school here?
Oh, that, uh, that was
rather tragic, as I recall.
Let me think, uh,
the mother died rather suddenly,
and the boy's father
just, uh, fell apart.
Drank himself into
a severe nervous breakdown.
In and out of rest homes.
Eventually became
a chronic alcoholic, I hear.
Was there any other family?
No, no, it was one of those
tragic things, you know?
The two boys became
wards of the state,
and finally,
they were sent here.
And how long did they stay here?
Well, as I recall, Bill was
the one who was adopted.
He was the younger one, you see.
Albert was about 10,
and his brother was around 3.
Oh, the small ones are so much
easier to find homes for.
No one seems to want
the older children, you know.
Wait, you mean,
Al was never adopted.
- He was here the whole time?
- That's correct.
Uh, he left when he was 18.
And do you know
where his brother lived?
- Yes.
- What about his father?
Oh, yes, yes. That information
is never kept from the children.
Hi.
Hello.
(sandpaper scratching)
Those are nice toys.
They will be nice toys.
A lot of hard work, huh?
Yep.
Have to use
different sandpapers,
you know, different grades.
Use the coarse grade for the...
For the rough work.
Oh, I see.
And then you would use...
Uh, excuse me...
This... this one, uh, next?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
You'd use that for finishing.
Finishing.
Ohh. Okay.
Medium. Medium.
You'd use medium, 'cause then
you get into those places
like that.
You r... you really have to know
your stuff, don't you? Huh?
What I'd really like...
I-I'd r... I'd really
like to paint them,
but, uh, they won't...
They won't let me do that.
They say my hands
aren't steady enough.
JOHN: But I do this...
(sandpaper scratching)
JOHN: I do this real good.
(sandpaper scratching)
Papa.
(sandpaper scrapes)
I do this real good.
Papa?
Mnh-mnh.
(sandpaper scratching)
I'll come by again tomorrow,
okay?
You're nice.
You can come back, sure.
(car door closes)
What are you doing here?
- Stone sent you here, huh?
- No.
He thinks I'm in Marks' pocket,
doesn't he?
He thinks I sold my shield
to Marks.
- Listen, Al. Just listen...
- No, you listen to me, Keller!
Don't you mess around
in my life!
You make any charge you want.
You go to Condon, go to Alizo,
go to anybody you want,
but don't you mess around
in my life!
- You did what?
- Oh, Mike. I...
You went out on your own
and probed around
- in his private life like that?
- Oh, come on, will you?
I can see what he's hot about.
What are you yelling at?
You were lucky he didn't wrap
that cane around your skull!
Now wait a minute! What do you
think I was doing it for,
- the exercise?
- I think you ought to have your
- head examined, not your foot.
- Oh, come on. Lay off.
All right.
That's what I think!
Okay, come on. Give.
Give? What do you mean, "give"?
What, do you want my blood, too?
No, no, no. I want to know
what you've got on Wozynsky.
Listen, it's my head out there,
you know, not yours.
You're something, you know that?
You are real... you're bad.
- You are bad.
- Who?
- You.
- Me?
You're the guy that
should be undercover
- with an act like that.
- Oh, come on. Come on, come on.
- You're bad.
- Come on, come on, come on.
Where does he live? Expensive?
No, comfortable.
He pays all the bills?
Yeah, but it doesn't
put a bite in him.
I mean, not the way he lives.
I mean, if he's on the take...
(sighs) He's not spending it
on himself.
Girls?
Well, nothing serious.
You saw his wheels.
They're not new.
No, they're not.
You're right.
And his wardrobe's
strictly from Goodwill.
Yeah. Yeah, I feel pretty bad
after all the things I thought,
then finding out who he is.
Well, you know how I feel about
the legwork and everything.
I appreciate it
for what you did.
Well, like I said,
it's just for the exercise.
- Yeah. Okay, then...
- (scoffs)
- Well, fill me in on the rest.
- (sighs)
Well, the picture I got
from the orphanage
tells us why he's a loner,
and the only girl
he was ever close to
swears he's the most honest man
she ever met.
(footsteps approach)
♪♪
(grunts)
Man, you ain't got no case!
Ain't nobody gonna say
they saw me dealing up here.
You ain't gonna find nothing
down there.
Relax, Lawrence.
No bust.
I came to make a deal myself.
What? (breathing heavily)
Yeah, I've got something
to sell, too.
Tell Marks I want
to sell him this.
Okay. Okay, but things
started going wrong
- after that first bust,
remember? -Mm-hmm.
When Tom Wellaman broke in
on them unexpectedly.
- Right.
- Now Wozynsky said
nobody was supposed to know
about it.
So how did Wellaman find out?
Not from anybody in narcotics.
Al and I were the only ones
that knew what he was gonna do.
Was he supposed to report
to you personally?
- PETE: Yeah.
- A meet?
No, a phone call.
A call?
Hmm.
Did he call here?
Yeah, he called about an hour
before he was supposed
to see Marks.
- Was Alice here?
- Hmm?
Alice, did she take the call?
Yeah, sure. Why?
Well, didn't Alice
and Tom Wellaman go together?
Do you have Wellaman's
arrest records handy?
Yeah, in the file.
Tell you off the top,
it's been heavy.
Anybody want to tell the boss
what's going on?
Chief, you remember
how you made detective?
Yeah, more work, more school,
more arrests than the next guy.
Mm. Look at those numbers.
Yeah. Any uniformed officer
making
that many narcotics arrests
must be buckin' for something.
MIKE: Or maybe somebody
was giving him a helping hand,
telling him where
all the action was.
I guess Alice could
have done that
pretty easily, couldn't she?
I was only trying to help Tom.
We were gonna get married,
but he needed to...
No, he... he wanted to be
in narcotics,
to be a detective.
And he told me that
m-making arrests was...
That was the way to get there.
So you gave him tips.
Uh-huh.
I got most of the information
from the inspectors
when they called in.
You know, names and places.
I didn't think it was wrong.
I didn't think
anybody would get hurt.
(crying)
And I didn't think
it would get Tom killed.
(sobs)
It's okay, Alice.
It's okay.
(sighs)
Well, that clears up
the mystery.
Now how about the case?
Well,
Wozynsky worked awfully hard
to set up Marks.
With your permission,
I'd like to get ahold of him,
work out a plan,
and then let him do it
the way he wants to do it...
Solo!
- (chuckles)
- Fair enough,
as long as he knows
you're backin' him up, okay?
Oh, yeah, I'll back him up,
if I can find him
before he makes the contact.
(chuckles) Back him up.
Hey, man, is it true
what I heard?
What's that?
They sayin'
you sellin' out, man.
Said you sent your badge
to Marks.
Well, whoever "they" are
this time, Millie,
that's serious talk.
It could get me in a lot
of heat, you know what I mean?
Oh, not you, Wozynsky.
You're too cool a dude.
And then you ask me
if Artie's dying
didn't mean anything to me.
Well, let me ask you this...
What did it mean to anybody?
Artie trusted you!
Even after he found out
you was a cop, he trusted you.
You ain't worth spit!
(sighs) Oh, man.
This is ridiculous.
(sighs) We don't know if
Wozynsky's around here or not.
Well, there's somebody
who will tell us.
MIKE: Millie?
What you want now?
Al Wozynsky.
- Have you seen him?
- What you want him for?
Well, he was supposed to
report in quite a while ago,
but nobody's heard from him.
So you worried?
- Should we be?
- Depends.
- On what?
- On how much you trust him.
What do you mean?
I mean, nobody can trust a cop,
not even another cop.
He really hurt you, didn't he?
Can you hurt him?
What for, Millie?
For what he did to Artie.
He didn't mean for that
to happen, Millie. Nobody did.
But it happened, though,
didn't it?
And it happened
because of Wozynsky.
Well, I want him hurt, hurt bad!
What happens to a cop
that sells his badge?
(knock on door)
It's in the back.
You still the man?
MARKS: You still a cop?
Yeah,
one that can do you some good.
What were you doing
at that warehouse
three days ago, Wozynsky?
Setting me up?
(scoffs) I was trying
to set my price.
Another cop just happened
to walk in.
He's dead, isn't he?
You're not.
What about the doc thing?
Well, somebody else set that up.
I just had to go along.
AL: I told him
they needed an army.
I figured with so many of us
there, you know,
you're bound to see something.
I even waltzed out myself,
you know, so I could be seen.
You, uh,
got out of that one, too,
didn't you?
Let's say...
I buy it.
What do I get if I buy you?
(scoffs) Are you kidding?
My department
thinks I'm straight.
Well, we finally
know Al Wozynsky.
You really think he used
his badge to set Marks up?
That's right.
He's going to the wall.
(sighs) Well, if Marks buys it,
he's got him wired.
- I know.
- If he doesn't...
- (whistles sharply)
- (chuckles) I know, I know.
Slow down.
55, that's Marks' place.
Pull in here.
Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters,
where are all
those backup units?
No.
Are you crazy?
Do you know how m...
Do you know how many dudes
would love to own a cop?
I'm no dude,
and if you're a cop,
you're a dead one.
Fix a needle,
same stuff Artie shot up.
So how do you want to handle it?
(chuckles) Well...
well, it certainly feels nice to
have somebody ask for a change.
(chuckles) No, I don't want
to mess it up for him.
But I don't want
to lose him, either.
Why don't I take it?
He doesn't know me.
Oh, wait a minute now.
You sure you can handle it?
Well, would you expect a cripple
to knock down your door?
(chuckles)
- Okay. Be careful. -Yeah.
(gunshot)
♪♪
(tires squeal)
- (grunts) -(grunts)
- (grunts)
- (grunts)
Police! Freeze.
(scoffs)
You guys still messing around
in my life, huh?
Hey, did you see the odds
on this 49er/Ram game?
- No.
- Rams by 13 points.
(chuckles)
Oh, I'm ready for that.
- Thirteen.
- I'm looking for action, boy.
Look at this. Look at this.
(honks car horn)
Oh, yeah, get him.
(tires squeal)
Just sit tight.
- Hey, you.
- Who, me?
Yeah, you, you with
the long hair and dirty clothes.
What, are you color-blind
or something?
- What? -You're walking against
the lights.
- Up against the wall. -What are
you talking about, man?
- Watch your mouth! -I'm just
cross... crossing the street.
Just spread eagle. Come on.
Put your hands up there.
- What you doing to me here?
- What do you got in here, huh?
What? I got nothing here.
Wait a minute. What is that?
- Oh, a little grass maybe, huh?
- That's nothing.
What are you gonna do,
smoke it all yourself?
- No. What are you talking...
- Come on. In the car.
- Get in here.
- Hey, this man's hassling me!
- I'll hassle you. Get in there!
- He's hassling me!
- You help me out here.
- Come on.
(man laughs)
How we doing, partner?
Pretty good?
(laughs) You're learning, Mike.
You're learning.
- (laughing)
- (laughing)
(both laughing)
You Casella?
- Yeah.
- What's your deal?
What is it? That, uh, new
little blonde cooking dinner
- for you tonight?
- What blonde? Brunette.
Brunette?
What happened to the blonde?
It's a lonely life
being a cop, Mike.
- Oh, I'll bet it is.
- Very lonely.
Brunette one week,
a blonde the next week.
MAN (over radio):
All units in vicinity
of Stockton and Filbert.
Officer requests a backup.
- Code 3. -Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters,
will respond to code 406.
(siren wailing)
Thinking we ought
to be working together...
Uh, you with your action,
me with my connections.
(door bursts open)
MAN: Police! Freeze!
(gunfire)
(siren wailing)
(gunshots)
(siren wailing)
STEVE: Police. Hold it!
(siren wailing)
Drop it! Drop the gun.
(brakes squeal)
Ooh! Hold it, man.
I ain't done nothing, guy.
Drop it. Shut up, and don't
even think about moving.
- I... What? I ain't done nothing.
- Come on!
Take it easy, fellas.
Take it easy!
- Read him his rights!
- Whoa! Whoa.
Steve!
(groans, breathing heavily)
- Take it easy. Take it easy.
- The three of them...
- Lay down.
- They all got away. Hey!
(winces) Easy, easy!
(breathing heavily) It hurts!
Never mind that.
Just let me see the leg now.
Aah! Ow!
Marcus Welby you're not.
(sighs, groans)
- All right, get an ambulance.
- (groaning)
Lieutenant Stone?
Yes?
Inspector Keller just
came out of surgery.
I'm sorry, you can't see him
now, but maybe tomorrow.
How is he, Doc?
Well, the bullet tore up some
muscle and nicked the bone.
He's gonna have to stay here
for a while, and then
he'll be using a cane for
about a week or so after that.
But he's young and he's strong.
There should be no aftereffect.
Thanks a lot, Doc. You're right,
he is young and strong.
Uh, listen, do me a favor,
will you?
Will you tell him
I'll be back tomorrow?
- You bet.
- Thanks.
(whistling)
(typewriter keys clicking)
Too bad about Wellaman,
but he was stupid to charge in
where he shouldn't have been.
I thought you'd want
some background
for your report.
Who are you?
Al Wozynsky.
Narcotics.
(typewriter bell dings)
- (typewriter keys clicking)
- Alice?
I'm sorry about Tom.
Oh, thank you.
Um, your boss is inside
with your chief.
They want to see you
and Lieutenant Stone together.
So go ahead in, please.
(knocks on door)
Come in.
Hey, what's the matter
with the girl, Pete?
- Her boyfriend got killed today.
- Wellaman?
Yeah, she was pretty heavy
on him, Mike.
PETE: Chief,
you know Al Wozynsky.
Yeah, sure.
Mike, how's Keller?
Okay. Doc says he'll be in
the hospital for a while.
All right, Wozynsky,
let's lay it out.
What happened?
There's been this group
of dealers,
working
the North Beach High School,
pushing "H" and Coke.
Now I've been working for five
months to try to pass myself off
as an independent dealer with
some really good connections.
So the word on me gets out,
and I drop a line here and there
how I want to get in
with the big boys,
because being out there
out on the limb
can get lonesome.
So I meet this dealer,
and he sets it up with me,
you know, to meet the main man,
a guy by the name of Marks.
Now we're just getting started,
when all of a sudden,
that stupid...
Officer Wellaman,
he comes barging in,
he turns the place
into a shooting match.
They all got away?
Everybody but my contact...
a dude named Random.
I think Wellaman got him.
Was Wellaman working with you?
No. I don't know what Wellaman
was doing there,
or how he knew
what I was doing there.
All I know is he blew
this deal wide-open,
and five months of hard work
went down the tubes.
Are you positive
he blew your cover?
Positive? I don't know.
Yes, no... I don't know.
Getting busted out in public
didn't hurt.
What do you think, John?
Well, homicide and narcotics are
tied in together on this one.
Looks like if you nail down one,
you get the other.
Mike, I'm gonna
assign Wozynsky here
to work with you on this case
as your partner.
Oh, come on.
Oh, now wait a minute.
I've got a partner.
Yeah, in the hospital.
You said yourself
it may be two weeks
before he's back on duty.
Now if you want to get the man
that shot him
and killed Wellaman,
then you'll work with Wozynsky.
Hey, I work solo!
I had the distinct impression
that I had the rank around here.
Now unless something's changed
that I don't know about,
you... both of you...
Will work in tandem
on this one, and that's final.
(laughing)
Y-y-you busted a cop?
Yeah, I busted a cop. I don't
see where that's so funny.
(laughs) I-I do.
You do, huh? You like that, huh?
STEVE: I love it.
Well, maybe when you're ready
to get serious, you'll tell me
what you know
about this Wozynsky.
Uh, I don't know too much.
He was about three classes
ahead of me.
I just know he's a wild man.
- In what way?
- Well, he'd take on anybody,
even the instructors.
Yeah.
You know, always a put-on,
never took anything serious.
Uh, heard he was a good shot.
I used to see him at
the firing range a lot.
Instructors talked about him.
He wasn't on the pistol team.
Yeah, well, from what I heard,
he didn't shoot for trophies.
He worked out with the judo
instructors a lot, too,
you know, really put them
through their paces.
I hear he only worked
with a partner once.
- What did you hear about that?
- I don't know.
Well, I guess that kind of
thing, well, it's the only way
to find out is by working
with the man.
Wait a minute.
Wh-what do you mean?
What are you talking about?
- How he operates.
- Why?
Well, the partner he had,
he was killed working a case
with Wozynsky.
Well, now listen.
Listen, I...
I just want you to remember
everything I taught you, okay?
(laughing)
It's funny, huh?
You like that, huh?
- Yeah. (laughing)
- Bustin' a cop.
- You...
- No! No, easy! No leg.
- Oh. Oh.
- (chuckles)
(laughs, snorts) Ahh.
- I'll see you.
- Okay.
(indistinct conversation)
MAN: (whistling)
- Aha!
- MAN: Way to go.
- Hey, Artie.
- Stay away from me, man.
- You a cop.
- What?!
What's all that about?
Hey, man, I heard what went down
last night.
Random's dead.
Police are crawling all over
that place you wanted.
Wait a minute now.
If the word is out on me, then...
Then you know I went
to the man's place.
The man didn't come to me.
And I'm the one
who got arrested. He didn't.
How come you out so fast?
(scoffs) What? You think they're
gonna find stuff on me?
(scoffs) No, all I had
was a gun.
You know, I picked it
from the dead cop.
No law against that.
Come on, Artie.
If I was the fuzz, I would have
locked you up months ago.
You're a dealer, and you use
the stuff yourself, right?
If I wanted an easy bust,
you're it, kiddo.
Okay, man.
If you ain't the fuzz,
how come that dude over there
in that suit and hat
is watching us so close?
He's my uncle...
Dealer back east.
He wears a suit... makes him look
respectable. I don't know.
Man, you talk faster
than anybody I know,
but it's all jive.
Man, I seen that dude before.
He's a cop, and you a cop, too.
Okay.
Okay. Straight...
I'm a cop.
Name is not Casella.
It's Wozynsky...
Patrolman Al Wozynsky.
And I work narcotics.
Now here's how it goes down.
I can play it two ways.
So can you.
I can bust you.
You know I got enough on you
to do that, right?
Or...
I could ask you
for a little help.
I want to clean up
this junkyard.
I want the biggies,
the guys on top,
the guys that are making
all the bread
off you and your problems,
boys like Marks.
What do you say?
I don't know, man.
I've seen guys
get a jacket before.
I've seen what happens.
I'll keep you clean.
Man, you can't promise that.
No, I can't,
but I can give you my word...
I'll try my damnedest.
How about it?
I guess.
Oh, no. Oh, no, Artie.
That's not good enough for me.
You gotta give me
your word, too.
(inhales sharply)
Okay, man.
You keep in touch, huh?
How'd it go?
(sighs) All right,
now move this thing.
And try not to hit the siren,
okay?
(engine starts)
What happened?
You ripped my cover clean,
that's what happened.
What are you talking about?
Your face, man. It's been
hangin' out too long.
He knew me?
23 years shakin' doorknobs
and... and flashin' a badge,
odds are, half the city
knows you.
I see.
Okay. I guess we forget you're
trying to work undercover.
No.
You said he knew you were a cop.
He won't talk to them,
he'll talk to me.
No, no, no.
Somebody else might know you.
I say we forget
your undercover work.
What we forget is playing
"Me and My Shadow."
From now on, I work outside,
you work inside... that's all.
Condon said "together."
Hey, look, this is my case!
I got it down to the wire,
and I can crack it.
It's gotta be done my way.
I hate pulling rank,
but if word is out on you,
I'd be signing
your death warrant if I agreed.
MIKE: No more undercover
on this one.
Okay.
Yes, sir... Lieutenant.
(scoffs)
(sighs)
Narcotics, please.
(telephone rings)
- (ring)
- Lieutenant Alizo's office.
Alice, how are you?
Steve Keller.
Oh, sure, Steve.
Hey, how's your leg?
Oh, it's feeling better.
(sighs) Just going
a little stir-crazy here.
Nothing to read but mysteries.
Well, would some science fiction
help you out?
- I got a whole bookcase full.
- (chuckles)
Actually, I was thinking
of some nonfiction.
I was wondering if you
could send over the reports
on the Wozynsky/Wellaman
shoot-out.
Uh, Steve,
that... that's against
department regulations.
Oh, Alice, come on.
There might be something
in those reports that can help
Mike and Wozynsky.
You know, sometimes
you're so close to a case,
you can't even read the reports.
Well...
I guess it wouldn't really be
breaking any of the rules.
Right, absolutely.
Also, if you could send
over the reports
of the narcotic arrests in
that area for the past year...
Okay, but this whole arrangement
is off the record, right?
Absolutely, off the record.
And thanks a lot, Alice.
You're all over
the streets, Dobie.
You must have seen something.
No, nothing, Mike.
Nothing's going down.
Uh, the dealers
are gettin' short.
Uh, uh, everybody's
lookin' for more,
but, uh, there ain't no action.
Okay, Dobie.
Keep an ear out.
Uh, say, Mike, uh, uh,
w-would you have a buck
to tide me over?
Thanks, Mike.
Uh, I'll be in touch.
You really think that's gonna
help, huh, giving him money?
Well, he came through
for me before.
Oh, sure. You buy him
a bottle, he'll sell his mother.
But somebody else buys him
another bottle, he sells you.
You don't use informers?
Not without an armlock
and not a rummy like that ever.
You're really loaded
with compassion, aren't you?
Tell me what... tell me
what good they are, huh,
what, beggin' for booze money,
drinking their lives
down the drain?
You're a cop... not my kind
of cop maybe, but a cop,
not a judge.
WOMAN: Wozynsky!
- (crying) Al Wozynsky!
- Millie, what's the matter?
It's Artie. He's sick.
He's real sick.
- You gotta come with me.
- Where? Where is he?
At school. I found him
after the basketball game.
He told me who you are.
I had to get you. Come on.
He wasn't at the game.
He's always at the game.
I looked all over for him,
and then somebody told me
that he was up here,
so I came looking.
(cries)
And that's when I found him.
He told me who you were
and that I had to get you.
(breathing heavily)
Artie! Artie!
Artie, you can hear me?
Artie!
Who did it, Artie?
Who did it? Can you hear me?
- (moans)
- Artie!
Artie! Artie, who did it to you?
Artie, can you hear me?
- Heroin. He must have O.D.'d.
- Artie!
- I'll get an ambulance.
- Artie! Can you hear me?
- Artie! Artie!
- (moans)
Artie!
Artie!
Oh. (sobbing)
- Artie.
- He was just a kid.
(sobs)
Why did they have to kill him?
He was just a kid!
You think somebody else
killed him?
Come on, Stone!
You're the homicide hotshot!
Look at him!
He's got bruises, contusions.
He fought.
And look at that syringe, huh?
Artie never had works that good.
Everything he got, it went
into his arm, not his kit.
He was dealing.
Maybe he shortchanged somebody.
He's the one
that was shortchanged, Stone,
because of you!
You walked around.
You walked around
like a neon sign
that spelled "cop."
So they murdered that kid
to scare everybody else
away from me!
You might as well have put that
needle in his arm yourself.
(sobbing)
- Aha.
- Yay! (laughs) Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
- Well, that looks pretty sharp.
- Huh? You like that, huh?
- Oh, quite distinguished.
- Yeah?
Maybe I ought to get one
for myself.
Eh, don't bother. I'll give you
this one in a week.
Oh, listen to him.
What are you bucking for,
- a medal or something?
- Huh? Sure.
You're not coming back on duty
for a while.
You got some downtime coming,
and you're gonna take it.
Well, now what makes you think
I've been off-duty?
What do you mean?
I talked to Alizo's secretary,
Alice.
- Yeah.
- She gave me the records
of all the narcotics busts
in that area in the last year.
I found out a thing or two
about your new partner.
- Wozynsky?
- Yeah.
- Like what?
- Well, you know,
he's been working that area
for the last ten months.
Yeah, I know that.
You know about
his arrest record?
Well, it's a pretty good one,
isn't it?
In numbers, yeah,
but they're all minor raps.
And every guy he's busted either
gets off or gets out quick.
- What are you getting at?
- I don't know.
He has a chance to make
one big deal. What happens?
- Wellaman broke in on it.
- A cop, yeah.
But that cop,
he's not around to tell us
what went down, is he?
What?
Do you think Wozynsky's in
on the take?
Well, it's not that far out.
He makes enough arrests to keep
the department happy
but keeps the heat
off the big ones.
No, no, it's not so far out.
But it certainly doesn't square
with a guy who cries
over a 16-year-old junkie.
Millie,
I didn't think
they're hurt Artie.
I really didn't.
You gotta believe that.
Okay, Wozynsky,
or whatever your name is,
I believe you.
Now does that
make you feel better?
Now, look,
I know I'm asking a lot, but...
You asking a whole lot, baby,
because Artie trusted you.
He was the one
that put you on to Random.
Now look who's dead
and who's alive.
If you help me, I can nail
the ones who killed Artie.
If I help you, I get nailed.
No, thanks, because I'm counting
on a long lifetime,
and I'm not coppin' out for you.
Not for me. For Artie.
Or maybe you didn't care about
him the way I thought you did.
Well...
it doesn't really matter much
now how I felt about him.
Besides,
he didn't tell me nothing.
He said, "They can't hurt you
for what you don't know."
Who's "they"?
There's always a "they,"
Wozynsky.
You a cop.
You supposed to know that.
Yeah, I know.
But they'll always be around,
too, if you don't help me.
I can't.
I just can't.
- (whispers) Here.
- Oh, hi, sweetie.
- Oh, that's cute.
- (sighs)
(dog barking)
(sighs)
How did you know
where to find me?
Well, you had your hook
in that kid Artie.
It figures you're gonna try
to get some information
from his girl.
Oh, so you'll waltz
right down here in your cop suit
where everybody can see you,
right?
Something's chewing
inside of you, Wozynsky,
and it's not the boy
or the narcotics traffic.
Now look, Stone,
nothing personal, okay?
It's not gonna work between us!
Do you always have this kind
of trouble with your partners?
Yeah.
The first and only one
I ever had nearly got me killed.
But you're still here.
What about your partner?
He pulled a dumb stunt,
ripped his cover too soon.
Was it his fault,
or was it yours,
because you didn't tell him
what you were up to?
If you're worried about it,
Stone,
why don't you tell Condon?
Maybe he'll get us off
this whole crazy deal, huh?
Oh,
I guess I learned
from a different book, Wozynsky.
But as long as Condon
is head of the department,
I don't tell him what to do,
he tells me.
(scoffs)
Now did you get anything
from the girl?
No.
Then I guess we check out
what Dobie told me.
Who?
Dobie Hayes,
the guy you said would sell
his own mother
down the river for a bottle.
He said there's a shipment
of "H" coming in
on the docks tomorrow.
It's got Marks' name on it.
Come on. You want to join me?
♪♪
- Hello.
- Hi. May I help you?
I think so.
Are you Mianna?
- Yes.
- I'm a friend of Al Wozynsky.
My name is Steven Keller.
Would you mind if I talked
to you for a couple of minutes?
- Friend of AI's, huh?
- Yeah.
Close... friend?
No. No.
I didn't think so.
He doesn't have any.
So how did you get my name?
Well, Al had mentioned
your name to the instructors
a while back
when you were going with him.
Somehow, I get the idea
that this isn't exactly
routine procedure, Inspector,
not unless this is a new way
of making a pass.
No, it's not routine.
It's personal.
Um, would be it okay
if I sit down here?
- Please.
- Thank you.
See, AI's working on a case
with my partner now
while I'm laid up.
Uh, it involves selling smack
to high school kids.
- Al with a partner?
- Yeah.
(scoffs) That's new.
He's not much
on long-term relationships,
I'll tell you that.
He stuck with me for six months.
I think that's a record.
Does he hate people?
No.
He just doesn't trust anyone.
Nobody gets close to Al.
And if they do, he just finds
an excuse to pick a fight
and walk out.
Look, I don't get it,
why the worry about Al?
Mianna, this is me asking,
not the department,
so you don't have to answer
if you don't want to.
Uh, did Al ever have
any extra money
that you knew of?
You mean money that's not his?
STEVE: Yeah.
- Dirty money.
- Yeah.
I see.
You're not worried about Al,
are you, Mr. Keller?
You're worried about
your partner, right?
Is he in good company?
Could he get hurt?
I'd like to hear
I don't have to worry, yeah.
Well, you can relax.
Al Wozynsky would take a bullet
before he'd take a bribe.
♪♪
MAN: (over radio)
Team three, in position.
Team eight in position.
Terrific.
16 men.
What do you need an army for?
Contingencies.
If your snitch
had better information,
you would know
what we were setting up for.
MAN: (over radio) Team four...
(static crackles)
You never let up, do you?
Where are you going?
You heard. Team four's unit's
cutting in and out.
I'm gonna go check on it.
You do want to know what's going
on at all times, don't you?
♪♪
MAN: (over radio) Eight-one
Adam, this is team 3.
Looks like our boat's coming in.
Let them get their feet dry
before we move in.
MAN: (over radio)
10-4.
♪♪
Inspector eight-one Adam,
looks like our car's
coming in, too.
Be prepared
to seal off the area.
MAN: (over radio)
10-4.
♪♪
Hit the horn.
Hit it and get us out of here!
(car horn honking)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
Forget the car.
The boat has the stuff.
MAN: Mike, you want
the Coast Guard to pick them up?
MIKE: Yeah, I want
the Coast Guard to pick them up!
At least they'll have
to deep-six the junk.
Now there's no way
we can book them
unless there's a law
I don't know about.
All right, come on!
The party's over. Let's go.
You think you had enough men
on the job, Stone?
Only one was out of position.
Are you saying something?
Yeah.
I'm keeping score.
That's twice you had Marks
and twice he slipped away.
Oh, yeah?
Well, while you've got
your scorecard handy there,
Lieutenant,
why don't you just scratch
my name off the lineup?
Wozynsky!
I want out.
Fine. There's the door.
Or haven't you ever heard
of knocking before entering?
Look, I cannot take this guy
you've got me chained to.
His way... just isn't my way!
That's not exactly a unique
problem for you, is it, Al?
Now look,
I know I'm not
"Mr. Personality," okay?
So maybe that's why
I work better by myself.
Take me off the case,
put me on some other detail...
A bunk, a robbery,
I don't care what.
No.
What do you mean, no?
Why no?
Because you're a cop.
Man, you're not
playing Solitaire, Al.
You know, there are
a whole lot of guys
that are packing the same badge
you pack
with the same responsibilities,
the same problems,
but none of us can do it alone.
The job's too big.
I get it done.
Yeah, so far, but there comes
a time for every one of us
where's there just no way
you make it alone,
a time when somebody either
helps you or they don't.
And the chances of that person
being somebody other than a cop
are a good 1,000 to 1.
It's my life,
okay?
I know when it's on the line.
And I know working with someone
like Stone
can get it snuffed.
JOHN: Stay on the case, Al,
and don't you worry
about Mike Stone.
He hasn't lost
too many partners.
Well, what do you mean,
he's not there?
Well, then where is he?
Okay. Yeah, thanks a lot.
I can't find the partner
I was working with,
and I can't find the guy
I'm working with now.
What do they do
on their days off?
That's two different answers
if you're talking about Keller
and Wozynsky.
Hmm. Great. No answer.
Have you tried the academy?
Wozynsky's supposed
to work out there a lot.
I tried everywhere
that's reasonable.
Maybe that's my problem.
Wozynsky? Yes, yes.
I remember there were two
of them, you know... brothers.
- No, I didn't know. No.
- Oh, yes, yes.
Two boys... Albert and, uh...
oh, let me think.
It's been rather a while...
Um, William.
Albert and William.
Mr. Parsons, how did they get
to the school here?
Oh, that, uh, that was
rather tragic, as I recall.
Let me think, uh,
the mother died rather suddenly,
and the boy's father
just, uh, fell apart.
Drank himself into
a severe nervous breakdown.
In and out of rest homes.
Eventually became
a chronic alcoholic, I hear.
Was there any other family?
No, no, it was one of those
tragic things, you know?
The two boys became
wards of the state,
and finally,
they were sent here.
And how long did they stay here?
Well, as I recall, Bill was
the one who was adopted.
He was the younger one, you see.
Albert was about 10,
and his brother was around 3.
Oh, the small ones are so much
easier to find homes for.
No one seems to want
the older children, you know.
Wait, you mean,
Al was never adopted.
- He was here the whole time?
- That's correct.
Uh, he left when he was 18.
And do you know
where his brother lived?
- Yes.
- What about his father?
Oh, yes, yes. That information
is never kept from the children.
Hi.
Hello.
(sandpaper scratching)
Those are nice toys.
They will be nice toys.
A lot of hard work, huh?
Yep.
Have to use
different sandpapers,
you know, different grades.
Use the coarse grade for the...
For the rough work.
Oh, I see.
And then you would use...
Uh, excuse me...
This... this one, uh, next?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
You'd use that for finishing.
Finishing.
Ohh. Okay.
Medium. Medium.
You'd use medium, 'cause then
you get into those places
like that.
You r... you really have to know
your stuff, don't you? Huh?
What I'd really like...
I-I'd r... I'd really
like to paint them,
but, uh, they won't...
They won't let me do that.
They say my hands
aren't steady enough.
JOHN: But I do this...
(sandpaper scratching)
JOHN: I do this real good.
(sandpaper scratching)
Papa.
(sandpaper scrapes)
I do this real good.
Papa?
Mnh-mnh.
(sandpaper scratching)
I'll come by again tomorrow,
okay?
You're nice.
You can come back, sure.
(car door closes)
What are you doing here?
- Stone sent you here, huh?
- No.
He thinks I'm in Marks' pocket,
doesn't he?
He thinks I sold my shield
to Marks.
- Listen, Al. Just listen...
- No, you listen to me, Keller!
Don't you mess around
in my life!
You make any charge you want.
You go to Condon, go to Alizo,
go to anybody you want,
but don't you mess around
in my life!
- You did what?
- Oh, Mike. I...
You went out on your own
and probed around
- in his private life like that?
- Oh, come on, will you?
I can see what he's hot about.
What are you yelling at?
You were lucky he didn't wrap
that cane around your skull!
Now wait a minute! What do you
think I was doing it for,
- the exercise?
- I think you ought to have your
- head examined, not your foot.
- Oh, come on. Lay off.
All right.
That's what I think!
Okay, come on. Give.
Give? What do you mean, "give"?
What, do you want my blood, too?
No, no, no. I want to know
what you've got on Wozynsky.
Listen, it's my head out there,
you know, not yours.
You're something, you know that?
You are real... you're bad.
- You are bad.
- Who?
- You.
- Me?
You're the guy that
should be undercover
- with an act like that.
- Oh, come on. Come on, come on.
- You're bad.
- Come on, come on, come on.
Where does he live? Expensive?
No, comfortable.
He pays all the bills?
Yeah, but it doesn't
put a bite in him.
I mean, not the way he lives.
I mean, if he's on the take...
(sighs) He's not spending it
on himself.
Girls?
Well, nothing serious.
You saw his wheels.
They're not new.
No, they're not.
You're right.
And his wardrobe's
strictly from Goodwill.
Yeah. Yeah, I feel pretty bad
after all the things I thought,
then finding out who he is.
Well, you know how I feel about
the legwork and everything.
I appreciate it
for what you did.
Well, like I said,
it's just for the exercise.
- Yeah. Okay, then...
- (scoffs)
- Well, fill me in on the rest.
- (sighs)
Well, the picture I got
from the orphanage
tells us why he's a loner,
and the only girl
he was ever close to
swears he's the most honest man
she ever met.
(footsteps approach)
♪♪
(grunts)
Man, you ain't got no case!
Ain't nobody gonna say
they saw me dealing up here.
You ain't gonna find nothing
down there.
Relax, Lawrence.
No bust.
I came to make a deal myself.
What? (breathing heavily)
Yeah, I've got something
to sell, too.
Tell Marks I want
to sell him this.
Okay. Okay, but things
started going wrong
- after that first bust,
remember? -Mm-hmm.
When Tom Wellaman broke in
on them unexpectedly.
- Right.
- Now Wozynsky said
nobody was supposed to know
about it.
So how did Wellaman find out?
Not from anybody in narcotics.
Al and I were the only ones
that knew what he was gonna do.
Was he supposed to report
to you personally?
- PETE: Yeah.
- A meet?
No, a phone call.
A call?
Hmm.
Did he call here?
Yeah, he called about an hour
before he was supposed
to see Marks.
- Was Alice here?
- Hmm?
Alice, did she take the call?
Yeah, sure. Why?
Well, didn't Alice
and Tom Wellaman go together?
Do you have Wellaman's
arrest records handy?
Yeah, in the file.
Tell you off the top,
it's been heavy.
Anybody want to tell the boss
what's going on?
Chief, you remember
how you made detective?
Yeah, more work, more school,
more arrests than the next guy.
Mm. Look at those numbers.
Yeah. Any uniformed officer
making
that many narcotics arrests
must be buckin' for something.
MIKE: Or maybe somebody
was giving him a helping hand,
telling him where
all the action was.
I guess Alice could
have done that
pretty easily, couldn't she?
I was only trying to help Tom.
We were gonna get married,
but he needed to...
No, he... he wanted to be
in narcotics,
to be a detective.
And he told me that
m-making arrests was...
That was the way to get there.
So you gave him tips.
Uh-huh.
I got most of the information
from the inspectors
when they called in.
You know, names and places.
I didn't think it was wrong.
I didn't think
anybody would get hurt.
(crying)
And I didn't think
it would get Tom killed.
(sobs)
It's okay, Alice.
It's okay.
(sighs)
Well, that clears up
the mystery.
Now how about the case?
Well,
Wozynsky worked awfully hard
to set up Marks.
With your permission,
I'd like to get ahold of him,
work out a plan,
and then let him do it
the way he wants to do it...
Solo!
- (chuckles)
- Fair enough,
as long as he knows
you're backin' him up, okay?
Oh, yeah, I'll back him up,
if I can find him
before he makes the contact.
(chuckles) Back him up.
Hey, man, is it true
what I heard?
What's that?
They sayin'
you sellin' out, man.
Said you sent your badge
to Marks.
Well, whoever "they" are
this time, Millie,
that's serious talk.
It could get me in a lot
of heat, you know what I mean?
Oh, not you, Wozynsky.
You're too cool a dude.
And then you ask me
if Artie's dying
didn't mean anything to me.
Well, let me ask you this...
What did it mean to anybody?
Artie trusted you!
Even after he found out
you was a cop, he trusted you.
You ain't worth spit!
(sighs) Oh, man.
This is ridiculous.
(sighs) We don't know if
Wozynsky's around here or not.
Well, there's somebody
who will tell us.
MIKE: Millie?
What you want now?
Al Wozynsky.
- Have you seen him?
- What you want him for?
Well, he was supposed to
report in quite a while ago,
but nobody's heard from him.
So you worried?
- Should we be?
- Depends.
- On what?
- On how much you trust him.
What do you mean?
I mean, nobody can trust a cop,
not even another cop.
He really hurt you, didn't he?
Can you hurt him?
What for, Millie?
For what he did to Artie.
He didn't mean for that
to happen, Millie. Nobody did.
But it happened, though,
didn't it?
And it happened
because of Wozynsky.
Well, I want him hurt, hurt bad!
What happens to a cop
that sells his badge?
(knock on door)
It's in the back.
You still the man?
MARKS: You still a cop?
Yeah,
one that can do you some good.
What were you doing
at that warehouse
three days ago, Wozynsky?
Setting me up?
(scoffs) I was trying
to set my price.
Another cop just happened
to walk in.
He's dead, isn't he?
You're not.
What about the doc thing?
Well, somebody else set that up.
I just had to go along.
AL: I told him
they needed an army.
I figured with so many of us
there, you know,
you're bound to see something.
I even waltzed out myself,
you know, so I could be seen.
You, uh,
got out of that one, too,
didn't you?
Let's say...
I buy it.
What do I get if I buy you?
(scoffs) Are you kidding?
My department
thinks I'm straight.
Well, we finally
know Al Wozynsky.
You really think he used
his badge to set Marks up?
That's right.
He's going to the wall.
(sighs) Well, if Marks buys it,
he's got him wired.
- I know.
- If he doesn't...
- (whistles sharply)
- (chuckles) I know, I know.
Slow down.
55, that's Marks' place.
Pull in here.
Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters,
where are all
those backup units?
No.
Are you crazy?
Do you know how m...
Do you know how many dudes
would love to own a cop?
I'm no dude,
and if you're a cop,
you're a dead one.
Fix a needle,
same stuff Artie shot up.
So how do you want to handle it?
(chuckles) Well...
well, it certainly feels nice to
have somebody ask for a change.
(chuckles) No, I don't want
to mess it up for him.
But I don't want
to lose him, either.
Why don't I take it?
He doesn't know me.
Oh, wait a minute now.
You sure you can handle it?
Well, would you expect a cripple
to knock down your door?
(chuckles)
- Okay. Be careful. -Yeah.
(gunshot)
♪♪
(tires squeal)
- (grunts) -(grunts)
- (grunts)
- (grunts)
Police! Freeze.
(scoffs)
You guys still messing around
in my life, huh?
Hey, did you see the odds
on this 49er/Ram game?
- No.
- Rams by 13 points.
(chuckles)
Oh, I'm ready for that.
- Thirteen.
- I'm looking for action, boy.
Look at this. Look at this.
(honks car horn)
Oh, yeah, get him.
(tires squeal)
Just sit tight.
- Hey, you.
- Who, me?
Yeah, you, you with
the long hair and dirty clothes.
What, are you color-blind
or something?
- What? -You're walking against
the lights.
- Up against the wall. -What are
you talking about, man?
- Watch your mouth! -I'm just
cross... crossing the street.
Just spread eagle. Come on.
Put your hands up there.
- What you doing to me here?
- What do you got in here, huh?
What? I got nothing here.
Wait a minute. What is that?
- Oh, a little grass maybe, huh?
- That's nothing.
What are you gonna do,
smoke it all yourself?
- No. What are you talking...
- Come on. In the car.
- Get in here.
- Hey, this man's hassling me!
- I'll hassle you. Get in there!
- He's hassling me!
- You help me out here.
- Come on.
(man laughs)
How we doing, partner?
Pretty good?
(laughs) You're learning, Mike.
You're learning.
- (laughing)
- (laughing)
(both laughing)