The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 4, Episode 8 - Trail of Terror - full transcript

(theme music playing)

(indistinct talking, whistling)

All right, all right, all right.

Forget it!

- Come here.
- Forget it.

I told Grubowski I was
gonna be waiting for him,

and here's where I'm gonna wait.

Come on.

Nobody hits me when I'm not
looking and gets away with it.

Hey, Doug, come on,
this is San Francisco.

The end of a
rainbow, a pot of gold.



All we got to do is go
and pick up the money.

As soon as I'm
finished with Grubowski.

Will you talk to your brother?

Doug, come on, you can
fight with him any time.

This is a
once-in-a-lifetime thing.

$100,000, Doug.

Yeah, we got 72
hours to spend it.

Come on, what do you say, huh?

(laughs)

Huh?

I could almost
get drunk on that.

Come on, give me
that. Give it to me.

I can almost get drunk
just thinking about it.

Let's stash this stuff.



All right, all right, all right.

Let me hit him once.

Come on.

(excited chatter)

All right, all right, all right.

(excited chatter)

Indian jewelry.

All right, all right, all right.

(excited chatter, whistling)

Hey, let me see.

Hey, Pete, it's empty.

Let me check the
lock. Whoa, whoa.

I mean, empty, man, ain't
like ain't nothing in there.

DOUG: Lock, stock,
and barrel, Pete.

Hang on. Look out.

What is this, man?

Somebody's out to lunch, Pete.

I don't believe it.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I think I know where
he is. Come on.

DOUG: Come on.

He always hangs out in here.

Hello, mate.

Hi. What will you have?

- Uh...
- Um...

You wouldn't happen to know
where Marty Long is, would you?

Who?

- The guy with the jewelry store.
- Come on, knock it off.

- Knock it off!
- Come on.

He folded up.

Sold out a few days ago.

Does he still live
in the same place?

I guess so.

Didn't say anything
about moving.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

- Thanks. Thanks a lot.
- Come on, come on, come on.

You got a good arm.

Yeah.

Hey.

Next time you come in here,

leave your dog at home.

- (struggling, grunting)
- Come on!

See ya.

- Go on.
- Ow!

(phone ringing)

See you later.

(giggles) Hello.

Yeah, hi, Swede.

No, no, no, no, Marty's
not here right now.

Uh-uh, he went to
pick something up.

He'll be back in
a minute, though.

Four sailors, well,
probably friends of his.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

(scatting)

Hey, mama.

(whoops)

(muttering)

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Hey, Marty.

What do you think
of my new hat, huh?

- Yeah. Nice.
- Yeah.

You know, I got this
one problem, though.

I don't know whether I
should wear it, you know,

back on my head like this or
down over my eyes like this.

What do you think?

Marty?

What time does your
plane leave for L.A.?

6:45.

I wish I was going.

I told you you're
gonna stay here,

and that's what
you're gonna do, okay?

Yeah, all right, all right.

That's the way you
want it, no strings.

That's the arrangement.

I don't know, I just...

I sort of get lonely when
you're not around, you know?

Well, I mean, I don't
really get lonely.

I mean, I-I don't know, I
sort of get scared, you know?

How are you supposed to
wear a hat like this anyway?

Uh-huh. I think
slinky like this,

down over the eyes.

Yeah. Oh, Marty?

Marty, Swede called you;
he said that there were

four sailors down at
his place looking for you.

(zippering)

(knocking on door)

You want to get that? Hmm?

I don't know, maybe if I put it
back on the back of my head,

it makes my profile look better.

Well, you better answer it

'cause nobody ever
comes here to see me.

(knocking continues)

(chuckles) The old back
door trick, very good.

Guys, I-I wasn't expecting you.

Yeah, it's a good thing
we got here when we did.

- Hey, lay off, come on.
- Huh, what did you think...

Get in there, man. Where'd
you think you were going?

Sit down, sit down.

- Tell him to leave me alone.
- Shut up.

Doug.

PETE: Looking all
over for you, Marty.

MARTY: There's a
couple guys looking for me

I didn't want to see.

I thought it was
them at the door.

PETE: Taking a trip, were you?

MARTY: No, I just got back.

I've been on a buying trip.

Uh-huh.

Just got back, huh?

How come everything's
clean and pressed?

Lay off, will you?

No dirty socks, no
Skivvies, no nothing.

You don't own me.

That's right, Marty.

We don't own you.

But we got $100,000
invested in you,

and we want our money.

MARTY: I-I couldn't get it.

PETE: Uh-huh. Okay.

Give us back the jade.

We'll fence it ourselves.

I-I can't.

I sold it.

How much you get, Marty?

A little over $10,000.

Hey, Marty,

I thought you told us it
was worth $100,000 at least.

There's a depression on,
haven't you guys heard?

The market's all dried up.

Ten grand is the best
I could do, I swear.

Marty, Marty, Marty,

I been sailing in and out
of the Orient for 15 years.

I know something about jade.

That wasn't any Soochow
soapstone we brought you.

That was good stuff.

Some very old and rare pieces.

Now, let's start talking
some very old and rare prices.

It's the best I
could do, I swear.

(grunts)

That's all I could get, I swear.

$10,000.

Here, take it, all of it.

You know, Marty, (chuckling)

I bet you'd be
willing to take one...

hell of a beating for $100,000.

But the question is

would you be
willing to die for it?

Hey, that's enough,
enough, enough, enough.

He's all right, isn't he?

Huh?

He's dead.

He's what?

PETE: You fractured his neck.

You killed him.

Pete, he-he's faking.

He's dead.

Hey!

What happened to her?

Check up there, huh?

♪♪

Excuse me.

(panting)

That brother of yours
is crazy, man, crazy.

Well, don't tell me,
you tell him, huh?

I just might have to do that.

- Where's the girl?
- I don't know; we lost her.

- I don't know what happened.
- Oh, that's great.

All right, we got to
find her some way.

The money's not
in the apartment.

She's got to know where it is.

Think Marty's gonna
tell some dumb broad?

No, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Now, she didn't scream
up there, did she?

- Huh-uh.
- And she didn't call for help

- when she was down here, did she?
- No, she didn't.

Because if the
police get involved,

they're gonna ask about
the money, and she's gonna

lose it, right? Make sense?

Where are we
gonna start looking?

We don't even know her name.

Uh, Nancy, Nancy
something or other.

She used to room with that
black chick over on Powell.

Do you know her?

Betty Jo?

Betty Jo. Powell.

MAN: They're not talking
too loud, but I can hear them.

Then all of a
sudden, bang, crash,

they're throwing things around.

Then all of a sudden, silence.

Not a peep.

So, I say to myself,

"I might as well open
the door and take a look."

So, I open the door,
and what do I see?

My furniture busted up.

- Uh, Mr. Garvey,
- My beautiful...

just-just a minute now.

Did you touch anything in here?

Where am I gonna
start to touch anything?

Were the girl and
the victim married?

Were the... Have you
got old-fashioned ideas?

Who knows nowadays...

Do you know the girl's name?

Yes. Nancy.

Nancy what?

Nancy something or other.

"Nancy something or other"?

Yeah, Nancy, that's all.

Come along, Mr. Garvey. Come on.

Thank you for everything.

- Look at the furniture.
- Don't you worry

- about the furniture.
- Just beautiful furniture.

- If you think of anything
else, - I just got it.

- You let us know, will you?
- Beautiful furniture.

Yeah, thank you.

Well, there's not much on him...

Set of keys, bus ticket,
82 bucks in his wallet.

How much in his wallet?

- $82.
- $82 in his wallet?

Well, if they didn't
want the money,

what did they want?

Well, they say Mr. Long
was in Indian jewelry,

into turquoise and silver.

Hmm, pretty girl.

Yeah, one of the neighbors
saw her running across the street

right after the murder.

Anybody know her last name?

No, just Nancy.

Well, "just Nancy" is either a
suspect or a material witness.

Mm-hmm.

"Mrs. Emily Hart Mellon
died July 12 at age 52.

"She was survived by
her husband, Haggard,

"and a daughter,
Nancy Elizabeth Mellon.

Oak Grove Tribune,
July 14, 1970."

- Nancy Mellon.
- Mm-hmm.

- I think we better put out an APB.
- Yeah.

(woman speaking
low, indistinctly)

WOMAN: Oh, I
owe you. Okay, okay.

Sorry. Come back again.

(woman sighs)

Can I go talk to him for a
minute? I'll be right back.

(bell dinging)

What's happening, mama?

What do you want, J.W.?

Look here. Come here,
come here, come here.

Come here, we
want to talk to you.

Look here, we're just looking
for somebody, you know.

Well, if it's me, you're
wasting your time.

Nah, nah, wait a minute, mama.

We're trying to find Nancy.

Nancy who?

You know who
we're talking about.

- Don't get smart!
- Hey, Doug, come on, come on, will ya?!

Come on. He's cool, he's cool.

Look, baby, we stopped
by your apartment,

and your landlady said

that Nancy came by
there looking for you.

She told her where you
was, just like she told us.

Hey, listen, baby,
this is business.

Serious business. All we
want to do is talk to her.

That's all, just rap
with her for a while,

you know what I mean, huh?

- That's all?
- That's all.

She was here two minutes,

borrowed bus fare
home, and then she split.

Where's home?

Oak Grove, about
two hours north of here.

How much did you give her?

Five bucks.

Keep the change.

Come on.

Thanks.

So, I called up Marty,

told him four sailors came
in here looking for him.

One of them had a hair trigger.

STONE: Any reason
why they'd want him dead?

I can think of 10,000 reasons,

every one of them a dollar bill.

Where did he get
that kind of money?

Indian jewelry.

He sold out his
whole stock last week,

got paid in cash,
said, "I'm leaving town."

That explains the bus ticket.

These four sailors,
did you know them?

Never saw 'em before.

Thanks for the descriptions.

In case they happen to come
back, give us a call, will you?

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

And the coffee, thanks.

- Well, not much.
- Yeah.

"Four sailors and a girl,"
sounds like a musical.

Except for the murder.

I think we better call
the sheriff of Oak Grove

just in case she
decides to show up there.

(birds singing)

♪♪

♪♪

MAN: Who's there?

It's me, Dad.

I'm home.

What kind of trouble
are you in now?

Do I have to be in
trouble to come home?

What other reason would
you have for coming home?

To see you.

Are you hungry?

Yes, sir.

Just making an omelet.

I'll put in a couple
of extra eggs.

Okay.

Why don't you let
me do that, Dad?

No, I don't, I don't mind.

Been making a lot of
omelets the last few years

since your mother died.

You know, I don't think I
ever explained to you, Nancy.

Your mother's death
hit me pretty hard.

I know.

You know...

it took me quite
a while to realize

that I wasn't the only
one that was hurt.

Yeah, a long time

and a lot of empty bottles.

Dad...

I wish there was some way we
could have helped each other.

Yeah.

You know, when
you hurt that bad,

you... you build a kind
of shell around yourself,

and you can't get out, and...

and the other person
can't get in, and...

What I'm trying to say is

that the trouble we
had was all my fault.

No. No, not all of it.

Well, most of it.

(laughs): No.

No, only half. Half, okay?

(chuckles)

Well, how long you
planning on staying?

Well, I thought until I
wore out my welcome.

Well, then you can plan
on staying quite a while.

Well, your room's
just like you left it.

Well, maybe a little tidier.

(both chuckle)

Hey, do I still have
any clothes in there?

I really, really want
to get out of this dress.

Yeah, still in your bureau.

Good.

- Nancy?
- Yes?

Sure you're not in any trouble?

No. No, if I was,
I'd tell you, Dad.

I hope so.

DOUG: Come on, man!

144 Eldridge.

Are you sure it's
the right Mellon?

It's the only Mellon.

And then I got this job at this
place down at Union Street,

and, uh, the uniform's
this tiny little skirt,

it hardly covered a thing,

and I was afraid to sit down
and I was afraid to bend over.

The job lasted, I'd say
just about a week, right?

But it wasn't because
it was a bad job, Dad.

It was just that, I mean, you
know when you walked around,

have to stand up
straight all the time, right,

and you had to stand up
straight, you had to, like,

you had to keep
pulling down this skirt

to keep going like this to make
sure that the hem was down.

- (laughing)
- It was...

Yeah, and then after
that, I don't know,

one thing just sort of
led to another, and...

Which means you'd
rather not talk about it.

Yeah, something like that.

Okay.

(knocking on door)

Daddy, I really missed you.

I really missed you.

I missed you, too, Nancy.

(knocking continues)

Good evening, Mr. Mellon.

Sheriff.

Is your daughter Nancy here?

Why do you ask?

The San Francisco
Police Department called,

and they want to talk
to her about a murder.

I'll get her.

Call the SFPD and
tell them we have her.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

I thought we'd have more time.

Nancy?

DOUG: Oh, hold it, Beau.

What are we gonna do now, Pete?

Wait till they let her go.

What?

What if they don't?

Then maybe we'll
go in after her.

We're in it now, right?

Right.

Besides...

I don't give up
easy on $100,000.

Have you talked to the girl yet?

Yeah, I just don't think she's
telling me everything she knows.

Okay, then bring her in.

Right. We should be back at
Bryant Street around, uh, 12:30.

You gonna be there?

No, I'm going back
to the apartment

just in case we missed anything.

Well, if there was
anything there,

they would have found it by now.

Look, if they had found
what they were looking for,

they would have
stopped looking, right?

Yeah, that's a good point.

I'll see you around noon.

SHERIFF: She's
all yours, Inspector.

I'm not a she. My
name's Nancy, remember?

Thank you, Sheriff.

Nancy.

You can call me Miss Mellon.

Behave yourself, Nancy.

Sheriff Kenney, you
have lousy timing.

I mean, why couldn't you
have waited a couple days?

Just a couple lousy little days?

Gee, I'm really
sorry, Miss Mellon.

I mean, it's only a murder case.

I've told you
everything I know, right?

Four sailors, they
had an argument,

and one of them
hit him, he died.

Why do I have to go
all the way down there?

'Cause you could be a suspect,

an accomplice or
even an accessory.

At the very least you're
a material witness.

Where do you want
me to sign for her?

Right at the bottom
of the release form.

I'm not a her, either.

Thank you, Sheriff. Let's go.

Sign for me. Make me feel
like a piece of registered mail.

You be a good girl, Nancy.

Hey, J.W., there's a San
Francisco cop in there

picking her up.

He's taking her back.
Go tell Pete, huh?

I'll take it. Two, right?
A 30-30 and a 30.06.

Lawrence N. Powers.

I'm gonna sign it now.
Lawrence N. Powers.

- Hey, Lawrence? Lawrence?
- Yeah?

This a friend of yours here?

Oh, you're funny. Very funny.

$200 for both of them! Two!

- Hey, Pete, we gotta go.
- Huh?

- We gotta go.
- $200, right?

(engine starting)

♪♪

♪♪

Am I really a suspect?

You didn't tell the police.

Look, I wouldn't call the police
if it was me they were killing.

Hey, look.

Look, Marty was my old man.

I mean, why would
I want to kill him?

I don't know, you tell me.

You wouldn't understand.

Well, you don't seem too
broken up about his death.

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me, I forgot.

You're used to seeing
people cry, aren't you?

Would it make
you feel any better

if I broke down
and cried for you?

Would it make
you feel any better?

Marty was... he was all right.

I mean, he didn't knock
me around a whole bunch.

Not... not unless
he was really uptight

or I did something
really stupid.

We were gonna move
down to Los Angeles.

He was gonna open up a
store on the Sunset Strip.

We were gonna be married.

He was flying down
there last night.

He was gonna find
us a place to live.

(sighs softly)

Well, we, um... (clears throat)

we went through his pockets,
and, um, we found a ticket.

But it was a bus ticket.

And it was to Denver.

Los Angeles.

No, I saw the
ticket; it was Denver.

Round trip?

(sighs)

Thanks for telling me, sir.

- Nancy, I'm sorry.
- Hey.

I told you, uh, the
name is Mellon.

(tires screeching,
Nancy screams)

(car horn blaring)

All the stupid...!

It's them.

It's the guys that killed Marty.

Nancy!

Nancy, come here, will you?!

(gunshot)

Nancy!

Hey, Doug, come on, will you?!

Get back!

Hey, what do you think
you're doing, man?!

- Easy, easy, easy, easy.
- Hey, no shooting, man!

- Hey, no shooting.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, let's just go.

PETE: Wait a minute!

Why do you think we
bought these guns, J.W.?

You're talking
about killing a cop?!

Come on!

PETE: I'm talking
about $100,000.

I'm talking about the moon.

And whatever it takes to get
that, that's what I'm gonna do.

Maybe Marty was
telling us the truth.

- Maybe...
- He's lying!

That's why she's running.

Hey, what difference
does it make, huh?

We already killed
one guy, didn't we?

Not we; you killed him!

I noticed you took your
share of the money.

I had it coming; it was mine!

Well, I got a lot more
than that coming to me.

25,000 bucks worth.

Come on. While we're talking,
the guy's getting in the wind!

Let's go!

Hey, Beau, you know,
I think I'm scared, man.

Yeah.

If it makes you feel
any better, so am I.

But there's no
stopping them now, J.W.

Yeah, I know.

And it's them I'm scared of.

Nancy, wait a minute!

No!

- No!
- What are you running from, huh?

- What are you running from, huh?
- Let go of me!

Let go of me!

No!

Let go of me. Come on!

You are going back with me.

- Think so, do you?
- You're going back with me

even if I have to drag you.

Lookit, I grew
up in this country;

I can disappear in ten minutes

and they'll never
be able to find me!

And neither can I.

Ow!

Stupid cop!

You stupid cop.

They're gonna kill me
just like they killed Marty!

Why did they kill him?

I don't know.

KELLER: Landlord said
they were having an argument.

NANCY: None of it
made a-any sense.

Tell me what he said!

He said that they
had a hundred...

he had $100,000
that belonged to them.

- Did he tell them where it was?
- It's ridiculous, no.

He wouldn't know what
money like that looked like.

Okay.

They didn't believe
him, he's dead,

they think you got the hundred
thou, and they want the money.

- Me? I don't have the...!
- Just stop lying to me, will you?!

- Okay. Lookit.
- Tell me where the money is.

Do you think that Marty would
buy a one-way ticket to Denver

and run out on me if he... If I
knew where the money was?

No way.

Now, look, I've told
you everything I know.

Okay, okay.

Huh? Will you undo these?

- Come on, let's go.
- Pig.

♪♪

(toilet flushes)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(panting)

Okay, which way?

Come on, you said
you know this country.

Which way?

Yeah, there's a ranger station
up on that ridge over there.

(gun hammer cocks)

All right.

Unlock the cuffs.

If you don't, I'll take
them off your dead body.

Come on.

Unlock them.

Come on.

Yeah, go ahead, shoot it.

They'll hear that, they'll
be on you in a minute.

Come on.

I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.

Come on.

That's right.

'Cause from now on,
whatever happens to me

gonna happen to you, too.

This car's registered to the San
Francisco Police Department.

SHERIFF: Oh?

The other's a car rental.

The, uh... Hartley Car
Agency, San Francisco.

Mm-hmm.

Any sign of blood?

No, sir.

It, uh, looks like they took
off toward the woods, though.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Call Hector on the radio

and tell him to send a
couple of backup units.

And, uh, tell him I want to
speak to a Lieutenant Stone

of the San Francisco
Police Department.

Right.

(phone rings)

Homicide, Stone.

When?

Any sign of him or the girl?

I'll get there as soon as I can.

Sekulavich, call Barnes.

Tell him to warm up the chopper.

- Okay, Lieutenant.
- I'll be there in a minute.

(panting)

Keep moving. Just keep moving!

Come on!

Don't hit the girl!

- Come on!
- Here!

(gunfire continues)

Come on, come on, come on.

They're in the woods,
you yo-yo! Let's go!

- Doug.
- Yeah.

Doug!

(panting)

Come on, J.W., come on.

(J.W. panting)

Nah, man.

This is as far as I go.

Okay, suit yourself, but I...

You better go with me.

Hey, J.W., I can't.

I mean, he's my brother.

I... I can't just run
off and leave him,

you know what I mean, huh?

He can take care of hisself.

No, no, no, he can't.

It's just like he's
out of control.

I mean, he can't stop himself.
That's what he needs me for,

to tell him when
to stop, you know?

You better tell him now.

Yeah.

See ya.

I'll see you back at the ship?

Uh-uh.

I ain't going back to that ship.

And when you leave, you
bet' not go back either, buddy.

See ya.

You know something?

She's handcuffed to that cop.

That's great. All we
have to do is drop him

- and he's dead weight.
- Yeah.

Where's J.W.?

He split. He don't
want no part of this.

All right, then. He's out.

Hey, Doug. Hey, let's...
let's give it up, too, okay?

- What do you say, huh?
- What, are you crazy, man?

They're right over
there. We're home.

Now, listen. Listen. I'm
going to cut over here

and see if I can
get in front of them.

You stay behind in
case they double back.

- Right.
- Hey, Pete, come on.

Let's give it up
before it's too late.

What do you say?
Come on, you guys.

I got a beautiful
girl in San Diego.

She doesn't want to marry

a broken-down old sailor
with a 20-year pension.

She wants the moon.

I promised her that.

And now I got to deliver it.

Hey, Doug, come on.

What are we going to do
when... when we get to them?

What are we going to do
when we catch up to them, huh?

- Depends.
- On what?

On how she plays it.

All I want is the money, man.

Hey, Doug, come on. Doug.

Doug!

(grunts)

KELLER: Come on.

(panting)

You know, I just figured out
why you put these cuffs on me.

To save your own
pretty skin, right?

Well, you know what, Charlie?

They don't want to kill me.

- They want me alive.
- Yeah?

Yeah. It's you
they want to kill.

What do you think
they're going to do to you

when they find out you don't
know where the money is, huh?

(both panting)

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

No, I'm not talking about
them; I'm talking about you.

Look. Look.

The easiest thing I
can do is turn you loose

because, if we split up, babe,
they're going after you, not me.

Fine. Do it.

Come on. Why don't you do it?

- Huh?
- I don't know.

I don't want anything to
happen to you, I guess.

- I don't know.
- (laughs)

No. No, you need me
to be a witness, right?

No, no, I've seen
all four of those guys,

and so did the bartender Swede.

Why are you going
to all this trouble, man?

You're crazy. Huh?

I don't know.

Come on, let's deal with
your insecurities later.

Let's get out of here.

(Nancy groans)

All right, fellas.

Now, I want you to fan out.

Jimmy, Fred, you take the ridge.

The rest of you,
follow the creek line.

And be careful.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Sheriff Kenney,
Lieutenant Stone.

Yeah, Lieutenant.
Glad to see you.

Which way?

Well, we just heard some
shots coming from the direction

of the foothills to the north.

- We're on our way.
- I just sent in a search party.

STONE: I see them.

And, Sheriff...

there's a lone figure
walking towards the highway.

He's about, uh...

I'd say a mile and a
half east of your position.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

We'll be waiting for him.

NANCY: This creek's
going to lead us to a trail,

and the trail will take
us to the ranger station.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey, come on.

Come on, you got to get up.

Hey, come on, get up.

Get my hand out
of here. I got...

Drop that rifle!

Out of here! Come on!

Come on.

Lieutenant Stone,
Sheriff Kenney.

STONE: Go ahead.

Uh, Lieutenant, I just
heard some more shots

somewheres west of your
position, toward the creek.

We'll take a look.

(grunts)

What's the matter, Detective?

- Can't you keep up? Come on.
- I'm trying.

Come on.

- I'm trying.
- Come on.

Head for the ranger station.

If she knows the country,
they could be going that way.

All he wanted was the moon, huh?

Come on, Doug. Let's
give it up. Come on.

Not now, man.
We're almost on them.

It ain't worth it, man. Come on.

Don't you understand something?

We're going to get $100,000 now.

There's nobody to
split it with. It's all ours.

I don't want it no more.

I just don't want it. Here.

Come here.

You'll want it when
you get the rest of it.

Okay?

- Take it!
- No!

Come on.

(grunting)

Why... why didn't
you say anything?

Why didn't you tell me?

Like what? Like what?

Tell me you were bleeding.

Huh, what are you going to do?

Are... are you gonna
pack me on your back?

No. Come on, we're going
to get back there together.

We'll get back there
if I got to drag you.

I can't do it. I can't do it.

- I can't do it.
- Oh... (panting)

- Put your hand away.
- What?

Put your hand away.

- Turn your face.
- Okay.

Now, you... (groaning)

(straining): get up
to the ranger station,

and you go call for help.

Go on. Get out of here!

Okay.

Run! Get on!

Let me take a look at you.

- You're really bleeding.
- What are you doing?

- Just get out of here!
- Give me that thing.

Get rid of the gun!

Come on, come on, come on!

Give me your gun.
Give me your gun.

No way.

No way.

Okay, sweetheart, come on.

You're coming with
us. Come on, come on!

KELLER: Now, where
are you going to take her?

Come on. She takes
us to the money,

we turn her loose. Come on.

- What about him?
- Just get away from him. Come on.

All right.

All right, I'll take
you to the money.

But you got to leave him alone.

You'll take us to the
money anyway, baby.

Not if you hurt him.

Get out of the way!

Come on, Doug.
Don't, don't, don't.

- You better listen...
- I said move!

Man, I swear to
you, you hurt him,

you're never going to see
a cent of that money, ever.

Hey, Dougie, come
on, forget about him.

Let's take the girl and
get the hell out of here.

And leave him to
testify against us?

That would be
terrific, wouldn't it?

You're going to kill him,
you're going to have to kill me.

You don't think
I'll do it, baby.

Just try and cross me.

No, no, no, I won't.

I'm going to show you
exactly where the money is.

No, she's lying.
She doesn't know...

Now, look, I said I'm going to
take you to the money, huh?

You got to leave him here.

We got a deal?

Yeah, you got a deal.

Huh, Doug? A deal?

I don't like it.
I don't like it.

Look, you said all you wanted
was the money. Do it her way.

It's the only thing left
to us. Now, come on!

This guy is a cop. Don't
you understand that?

No, she's crazy. She doesn't
know where the money is!

- NANCY: Do we have a deal?
- Yeah, okay. Okay, yeah.

Yeah, okay. Come on.

(coughing)

Nancy... don't go.

See you around, Detective.

That's what you think, baby.

(gun fires)

- Doug, come on, come on!
- Get back!

- Come on. Come on.
- Get back or I shoot!

It's going to end here.

It's all over! Please!

Hold it.

I got nothing to lose, mister.

Neither have I, lady.

Dougie! Dougie!

Hey, Doug! Dougie!

Come here. Doug?

Somebody help me!
Somebody help me!

(panting)

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm all
right. I'm all right.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

(quavering): Yeah,
I'm all right. Thanks.

(panting)

Why'd you do that to me?

Dougie we got
enough trouble, huh?

You don't need the moon.

Okay.

- Come here.
- (Keller coughing)

We'll get you out of here.

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

STONE: How do you feel?

I'm all right.

Is she the one?

No, sir, not the one.

Nancy Elizabeth
Mellon. How do you do?

- I'm fine. Thanks.
- Good.

Come on, let's get you on
a chopper and to a doctor.

- Come on.
- Uh, excuse me.

We made it this far together.

I think that we'll be able to
manage the rest of the way.

- You will, huh?
- Yeah.

(Keller coughing)

Nancy Elizabeth Mellon...
he's in your hands.

I got it.

You have, huh?

All right, come on. Get off.

(Keller groaning)

Well, glad to see you're back.

- Signed for duty.
- Here, wait a minute.

STONE: Hey, fellas.

How does he look, huh?

- MAN: Looks great.
- Pretty good.

Here, sit down. Come on.

Thank you.

Oh, man.

Well, how's your side?

Well, it still itches a bit.

Well, scratch it.

It's a little deeper than that.

Oh. Means it's healing.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. (chuckles)

Oh, a letter came
for you yesterday.

I put it here somewhere.

Here it is.

Smells good.

Mmm. Still smells good.

Business?

No.

(chuckles)

Oh, man. You
know, that still hurts.

Say, why don't you take
a few days sick leave?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe that'd be good.

You know, go up
north, do some fishing.

Great idea.

I understand they've
got some nice streams

along Oak Grove, California.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, maybe I'll go up there
and see what I can catch.

Great idea.

And then come back ready
for work Monday morning.

Oh, Mike, come on.

Monday morning, Inspector.

Yes, sir.

Give my regards to Nancy.

Who's Nancy? Nancy who?

(mocking): "Who's
Nancy? Nancy who?"

Uh, you know who Nancy is.

And if you don't,
she'll tell you.