The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 13 - The Cannibals - full transcript

(theme music playing)

♪♪

Hold it.

Drop the bag... and
don't say a word.

When are you gonna grow up, kid?

You know, if your
old man finds out

about this, he's
gonna kick... (gunshot)

There you go.

Thank you.

That'll be 83 cents.

I said that'll be 83 cents.



50 cents for the celery juice.

Aren't you gonna get it?

I thought you were gonna get it.

I don't care which
one of you gets it,

so long as I get the 83 cents.

- I got it yesterday.
- Yesterday was Sunday.

That's right... We were
down at Hunter's Point.

We were at Hunter's
Point Saturday.

If I don't get my
money, I call a cop.

(Stone sighs)

Celery juice, 50 cents!

Take it out of there,
will you, please?

Thank you.

We were over in the Richmond
District on Saturday, remember?



Okay, okay!

- Celery juice!
- (laughs)

I'm telling you, someday you're
gonna end up like a salad bowl.

(over radio):
Inspectors eight-one.

- Inspectors eight-one.
- Inspectors eight-one.

A 217 reported at
423 Miles Avenue.

Officer involved.

All right, we're on our
way. Come on, hit it.

(siren wailing)

I was on the corner of
Miles and Wheeler on a 518

when this 217 came through.

I was here in less
than two minutes.

And Officer Fletcher was still
conscious when you got here?

Yes, sir. It was like
he wouldn't let go

until someone got here, and
then he said what he had to say.

- And what was that?
- "Suitcase."

The "leather suitcase."

That's it?

Yes, sir.

What about the other man?

Name of Barrett. Duke Barrett.

He was dead when I arrived,
shot once, close range.

Did you know him?

Uh, no, sir. There was
close to $500 in his wallet,

and a very expensive
digital watch still on his wrist,

so I don't think the
motive was robbery.

Unless all the shooting
scared the killer away.

Or unless Barrett had
something valuable

in that leather suitcase.

I'm gonna talk to the
coroner before he leaves.

- How's Barrett?
- He's dead.

- And the money?
- It's gone.

I covered his route, just to
see what Barrett was carrying.

Comes to a little over $250,000.

(frustrated groan)

$250,000!

Whoever hit
Barrett, Mr. Maguire,

must've known something.

He waited until Barrett
had made the last pickup.

He chose the best possible spot

along the whole
route for a heist...

and he picked the
day when he knew

Barrett would be
carrying a lot of money.

Yeah. It's an inside job.

Well, who do we know
that's that crooked?

Everybody.

Who do you know
that's that stupid?

It's dumb.

It's really dumb.

- It's so dumb it's nearly smart.
- What was

the name of the last fella
that ran that route for us?

Polatsky.

No, Pulaski.

Pulaski.

Talk to him.

He's number two on my list.

And Eddie Marx; he's ambitious.

Talk to him.

Larry Baker.

Jimmy Tatum.

He's in Detroit.

Well, the planes fly both ways.

And you might as
well check me out, too.

In case anybody asks.

I already have, Mr. Maguire.

You were number one on my list.

Somebody did ask.

Mr. Maguire.

How long has it been
since you seen your son?

Why? What makes
you think of him?

You said: who do you
know who's that stupid?

All right.

Check out Ronnie, too.

That's right, they were
both shot with the same gun.

.38 caliber.

I've got it. Thanks.

- What did you get?
- Barrett.

He's got a rap sheet as long
as your list of commendations.

Mostly numbers, making
book; nothing violent.

Talked to Vice, and they
think he might have been

carrying the bag for Maguire.

Collecting from
the local bookies.

Frank Maguire?

West Coast representative
for the Syndicate.

Now, don't say it
unless you can prove it.

Which means that suitcase
might be full of money.

I know a guy who used
to work for Maguire.

- Let's talk to him.
- Why not go straight to Maguire?

Because Maguire
would tell you that a book

is something that
he gets from a library.

Come on.

How you doing?

Hello, Pulaski.

Get in.

You hear what
happened to Barrett?

Who's Barrett?

He's the reason a cop was shot.

Why come to me? I didn't do it.

I was working right
here when he got hit.

What time was that?

I don't know. How would I know?

How do you know what time
you were here when he was shot?

All right, a guy
told me about it.

He was here asking me about it.

- Policeman?
- I don't know, just a guy.

What did you tell him?

I don't know
nothing, Lieutenant.

I haven't even seen
those guys since my parole.

- And I got nothing to tell them or you.
- All right.

Then maybe you can tell
me somebody who can.

- Know Ron Maguire?
- Frank Maguire's son?

Yeah, well, Frank caught him
with his hand in the cookie jar.

Kicked him out.

Might be mad enough to
tell you, tell you something.

You mean the biggest
crook in San Francisco

kicks his son out of the
house because he's a thief?

You know, there's got to be
a lesson in that somewhere.

Sure.

Only steal from strangers.

That'll be a buck and a quarter.

♪♪

Your father wants
to talk to you, Ronnie.

♪♪

Maguire!

Open up!

Maguire!

Stop where you are!

Police!

I'm gonna put out an APB.

Make sure he doesn't leave.

He's not going anywhere...
Not with that head.

What were you and
Maguire fighting about?

He owed me money.

I went to collect,
and he jumped me.

ROBBINS: What was he
carrying in the suitcase?

Clothes, I guess.

Isn't that what you
usually carry in a suitcase?

Do you always wear
an empty holster

when you go collect debts?

Is there a law against that?

Who killed Barrett?

Barrett who?

Was it Ron Maguire?

All I know about Mr. Maguire
is, he assaulted me.

And I don't wish to
press any charges.

Can I go now?

You can go. Go.

Do you mind?

Bernard Rizino.
Investment counselor.

Do you really believe

other people trust
him with their money?

Why not? He handled
other people's money

all of his life in
one way or another.

(phone rings)

Homicide, Stone.

Yeah, where?

Okay, we're on our way.

An officer saw Ron Maguire

going into the Federal
Building 30 minutes ago.

- Where?
- You heard me.

The Attorney General's office.

RON: The money my
father gets from the books,

he launders by passing
through respectable businesses

he controls here
in San Francisco

and in Los Angeles.

What are the names
of the businesses?

Falcon Trucking...

um, Stonehurst's
Restaurant Supply Company...

Marks and Parmel,
Investment Counselors.

I can also give you
chapter and verse

on his hidden
bank accounts, too.

How does it look?

I think Mr. Maguire's
going to be a gold mine.

Yeah, but that all
depends, you know?

All right, this is the deal.

In return for your testimony
before the grand jury,

you'll be granted immunity
from anything self-incriminating,

which means, the
more you tell us,

the better it is for you.

I want that in writing, okay?

And protection.

I get protection.

You'll be in the custody of
Mr. Bradley and the security team.

Now, they've been
at it a long time.

They haven't lost anyone yet.

Okay.

When do we start?

Right now, and the first
thing you have to learn

is stay away from windows.

He matched the
description on the APB

right down to his shoes.
All except for the suitcase.

- What time was that?
- Uh, 12:07.

He went in the Attorney
General's offices,

and that's the
last I saw of him.

All I got from people in that
office was the runaround.

They wouldn't even give me
the time of day, so I called you.

They wouldn't huh?

Maybe they lost
sight of the fact

that we're both
on the same side.

Come on, let's remind them.

(tires squeal)

Lieutenant, sorry for the delay.

- This is Inspector Robbins.
- Mr. Stockwood.

STOCKWOOD: Well,
what can I do for you?

Tell us where we
can find Ron Maguire.

- Who?
- Maguire. Ron Maguire.

Well, he's not here.

That wasn't my question.

I was asking where he was.

He's in custody, Lieutenant.
Now what's this all about?

You tell me.

We're investigating a homicide.

Homicide?

Homicide.

And Ron Maguire is
one of the suspects.

One of our men saw him come
in here about 30 minutes ago.

Now where is he?
What's it all about?

Normal security precautions.

Now, Mr. Maguire
is going to testify

before a special grand
jury on a federal matter.

At the moment he's with one
of our witness security teams,

at a classified location.

Which mean he's using
the law to hide from the law.

You'll have to explain that.

We believe that Ron
Maguire robbed and killed

one of his father's couriers.

We are looking for him
and they are looking for him.

So he comes to you to
offer you some information.

Probably about his
father's operations.

On the homicide...
do you have any proof?

Nope. That's why
we want to talk to him.

Then you'll have
to wait in line.

Lieutenant, we've been
trying to get something

on Frank Maguire
for a long time.

Now whatever his son
may or may not have done,

he's our first big break.

I don't want anything
to happen to him.

You understand?

Now you'd better understand me.

Whoever killed that courier
also shot a police officer.

Now, I know you've
got security problems,

but they're not with us.

So why don't we just hang around

until you let us
talk to your witness.

All right. I'll see
what I can do.

2:00?

How about right now?

- Lieutenant...
- We'll wait.

(knocks)

BRADLEY: How does it look?

PHILLIPS: Clear as a
San Francisco morning.

I went around eight times.

I didn't see a thing out
of place. Coffee ready?

GREENE: Look at him.

Eight times around the block,

and he isn't even
breathing hard.

That's because I'm in good
shape. Don't you do any running?

Yeah, sure, I run all the time.

Mostly to fat.

Hey, Leary, here's a
good line for your novel.

You ought to write
that one down.

Now don't be facetious.

It's not a novel.

It's my doctoral dissertation.

Hey, Greene, uh, there's some
nice looking donuts up there.

Whose deal?

Mine. You dealt in Kansas City.

- Right?
- Go.

How's Helen?

What's going on
between you and my wife?

Every time I see you,
you ask, "How's Helen?"

Every time I see Helen,
she asks "How's David?"

Nobody ever asks how I am.

Who cares?

I'm fine, thanks.
The kids are great.

Helen's in good form.
As a matter of fact,

I'm thinking about picking
her option up for another year.

What are you guys doing anyway?

Playing gin rummy.
You want to join us?

Aren't you supposed
to be protecting me?

Well, you see, Ron,
we're the night shift,

and when you're safe
and snug in your little bed,

we'll be working, so we won't
have time for gin rummy then.

You mind if I ask
you a question?

No.

Your old man...

do you think he'd really
try to have you killed?

Yeah.

That's heavy.

Nothing personal.

We always hated each other.

20 minutes after he
leaves his apartment,

my son is in the
Attorney General's office.

And within an hour,

the A.G. is putting together
a blue ribbon grand jury.

You know what that means?

How much does he
know about our operation?

Everything.

Been standing at my elbow
ever since he was a kid.

He could ruin me.

I should've hit him when
he came through the door.

- Why didn't you?
- He's your son, Mr. Maguire.

He's cannibal. A cannibal.

He'd eat my flesh
to save himself.

I called Cincinnati.
There's a man on his way.

But he can't do us any good

until we know where my son is.

You lost him, now you find him.

All right. I'll get
the word out.

Rizino...

tell them he's my
son when he's dead.

As long as he's
alive, he's my enemy.

PHILLIPS: He's clean.

BRADLEY: No
reflection, Lieutenant,

but we can't afford to make
the same mistake once.

No shakedown, no talk.

STOCKWOOD:
Bradley's in charge here.

PHILLIPS: Get him.

GREENE: Mr. Maguire...

Well, what's going on anyway?

These men are San
Francisco officers.

They want to talk to
you about a homicide.

I want a lawyer.

I'm a lawyer, Mr. Maguire.

Would you like me to advise you?

I don't know now.

Where were you this
morning between nine and ten?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Do you know a man
named Duke Barrett?

At 11:40, I saw you running
outside your apartment building.

I ordered you to stop
and you didn't. Why?

What was in that leather
suitcase you were carrying?

Clothes.

You were at the
attorney General's office

20 minutes later
without the suitcase.

Now, what did you do with it?

C'mon, Maguire...

Now what did you do with it?

We saw your clothes in
that apartment building.

- What's in that bag?-Hey,
what's going on here anyway, huh?

Nobody told me I was gonna
get hassled by the locals.

You're getting
argumentative, Lieutenant.

Now, if there are no
further questions...

All right, that's all for now.

But I'm gonna be
waiting in line for you.

And remember,

they can't give you
immunity for murder.

If you need any help
to keep him alive, fellas,

just let me know.

Thanks for your help.

BRADLEY: Okay, let's move him.

Do you think that's necessary?

I don't like any breach
of security. I told you that.

We'll be at location
eight in about an hour.

- He's our man.
- Yep.

Sure picked a convenient
time to turn himself in.

He certainly did,
but he's our man.

Let's get a search warrant.

I want to tear that
boy's room apart.

Let me talk to Maguire.

Hello.

I just got in from Cincinnati.
What can you tell me?

Delivery will be delayed.
Where can I reach you?

You can't. I'll call
back on the hour.

♪♪

♪♪

- (phone rings)
- Yeah.

This is Sims. I just saw
that guy you're looking for.

He's at the Senator
Hotel, room 418.

The mattress, box
springs, baseboard,

the framing around
the windows...

Nothing but clothes,

which means that suitcase
was probably full of money.

You wonder why he
didn't split right away?

I guess he figured
he might get burned.

So where would
he have stashed it?

He only had 20 minutes.

Had to be someplace safe,

a place no one
would think about.

Son of a gun.

I thought that was
gonna be in the bay.

Daniel,

if they would pave the
whole world with cement,

people would still find a
place to bury the things

they'd want to hide.

GREENE: I'll
take the first watch

in the room across the hall.

I'll relieve you at 8:00.

Well, how much do I owe you now?

Just a tad over 300,000.

Will you take my marker?

(phone rings)

EMMILIO: Hello, may I speak
with Mr. Maguire, please?

I'm sorry.

You must have the wrong number.

(hangs up phone)

Get Greene, tell him
to get the car started.

You cover the lobby.

And look alive. We've been made.

Put it on.

(engine starting)

Take there.

Find anything?

Yeah, the rifle, an AR-15.

Probably stolen,
spent cartridge,

and the guy that
rents that office.

Well, did he say anything?

- He was out to lunch.
- Which is lucky for him.

If he'd been there,
he'd be dead.

I'm sorry about your partner.

Yeah. Thanks.

Is there anything we can do?

There is one thing.

Just stay away from us, okay?

I don't want to have to
move again because of you.

All right, let's run the
serial number of that rifle

through to Washington,
see what they give us.

(dinging)

Yes, Operator.

I'd like to place a call
to a Mr. Charles Davis

at the National Criminal
Information Center

in Washington D.C.

The AR-15 was stolen

from an armory in Cincinnati
about four months ago.

There were no
prints on the rifle,

the bullets, the clip.

Everything was wiped
clean as a whistle.

All right, I want a complete
list of all the hit men

in and around Cincinnati.

- All right.
- It's right here, Mike.

Well, that didn't take long.

They had it on hand.

Somebody had already
called for the same information.

- Somebody from here?
- In the Attorney General's office.

Who?

He didn't say.

I think he assumed I
was with the government,

and said he'd already
sent us that material.

I told him I was San Francisco
PD, and he clammed up.

You don't think
Bradley's meddling

in our investigation, do you?

That's exactly what I think.

You've got a suspicious mind.

It's the company I keep.

You, uh, pull pictures
on these guys?

It's in the works.

All right, let's
get a court order.

I want to find out

if Maguire Senior's made
any calls to Cincinnati lately.

That's right, you got
the wrong merchandise!

So I'll have to set up
another delivery date.

When?

I don't know when!

It was just luck we
found him the first time.

So call. Every hour.

Better be careful what you say.

They may have
a tap on that line.

Huh. They don't need
a tap on my phone.

They've got Ronnie.

I'm almost tempted to let
him keep that bag of money

if he'd keep his mouth shut.

Want me to put
that on the street?

No.

It's not my money.

Just pass it through my hands.

Does that bother you?

I try not to think about it.

Now, they found the
gun outside of his room.

It was a.38 caliber,

the same type
that killed Barrett.

They found fingerprints
on two of the bullets.

Now you're an
attorney. You tell me.

Do I have enough
to arrest him on?

All I'm asking you to
do is wait your turn.

Let me get him
to the grand jury.

Let me squeeze him for
all the juice that's in him,

and then he's yours.

There's one more thing.

We went to the telephone
company to find out

if Maguire had made any
phone calls to Cincinnati.

The information was
already on the desk.

Someone from the
Attorney General's office

had already asked for it.

And that someone
was David Bradley.

Brian Phillips is a
close friend of his, Mike.

Their families were close.

He is a U.S. Marshal,

and he doesn't have
any investigative authority

in this case.

Now listen.

You straighten
him out, or I will.

Here he comes.

(boat horns blowing)

Had Maguire made
any calls to Cincinnati?

One. Turned out to be
an answering service.

Local police are checking it.

Mr. Stockwood, Lieutenant.

What can I do for you?

Get off of our case.

What is he talking about?

A murder investigation
is a local matter, Dave.

It's not your jurisdiction.

I know that.

Then why are you involved?

I'm trying to protect a witness.

Someone wants to kill him.

I want to know who
that someone is.

I want to know how he
works, how he thinks,

as much as I can
find out about him.

Then I'll know what to do.

Makes sense to me.

Why? What did you
think I was doing?

Looking for revenge.

Now, if I'm wrong, I apologize.

But if I'm right, you'd better
stop it right here and now.

When does Maguire
go to the grand jury?

Tomorrow.

All right. 24 hours.

When I ask for him, you deliver.

Agreed.

Have you told Helen yet?

- No.
- (engine starting)

I'm flying out
tonight to see her.

Dave, just take
care of our witness.

Stay out of the homicide
investigation, okay?

(car engine starting)

BRADLEY: Only one
of these has a record.

The others are possibles.

Suspected. Nothing ever proven.

Did you talk to Stockwood?

Yeah. He's flying out to
see Brian's widow tonight.

Well, then we better do it
quick if we're gonna do it.

How do you figure
on finding him?

I don't.

We're gonna let him find us.

What are you guys talking about?

You better get ready.
We're moving again.

Wait a minute. What's
wrong with right here?

Listen, every time we go out,

we take the chance
of me being seen.

- Take your hands off me.
- Okay.

Okay, but I know
something's going on.

Ever since that guy was
killed, you've been acting funny.

That guy happened to be
a very good friend of mine.

What did you expect me
to do... sing and dance?

Throw a party?
Have the girls in?

Come on! Let's get out of here!

ROBBINS: Just got a twix from

the Cincinnati Police.

They checked the
answering service.

Call that Maguire made was
for a Harry Spelvin, that address.

And no such person
at that address.

No such address.
It's a vacant lot.

Where does the answering
service send his bill?

ROBBINS: They didn't. He
paid six months in advance

and sent them a check
the first of every month.

He was always six
months ahead in his bill.

And he set up the whole
thing by phone and mail,

so no one ever saw
him. No description.

All the girls who talked to him

could only tell the police one
thing... he had a nice voice.

Well, don't they have a number
where they could reach him?

He always checked
for his messages.

Tells us nothing.

Oh, now wait a minute.

It tells us that Maguire made
a phone call to Cincinnati,

to somebody who doesn't
want you to know who he is

or what he looks like.

Tanner?

Yeah, Mike.

I want you to stake
out Frank Maguire.

If he meets with anyone

who looks like any of
these pictures, let me know.

You want me to pick them up?

If you can think
of a good reason.

How about suspicion?

That's a good reason.

(dinging)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Hello. Mr. Maguire?

The guy you're looking
for is in room 502

at the Ather Stone Hotel.

BRADLEY: Leave it alone.

What do you mean? You
can see the whole place.

Just leave it alone and
go into the next room.

You're setting
him up, aren't you?

And you're using
me for the bait.

Will you go into the
next room, please?

RON: No.

This isn't the deal we made.

You can't do this to me.

I want to talk to Stockwood.

As soon as he gets back to town.

Now! I want to talk to him now!

You're gonna get me killed!

You're still alive, and
you'll stay that way

as long as you
do as you're told.

Go into the next
room and stay there.

Go on.

All right, gentlemen.

Pull up some chairs and
make yourselves comfortable.

Hold it!

Don't let your finger
touch that trigger.

You're under arrest.

Put your hands
on top of your head

and straighten up very slowly.

(groans)

GREENE: You all right, Dave?!

Yeah!

All right, then, not a word now.

Get up. Come on! Get up, get up.

Get in that room.
Get into that room!

Hey.

(siren blaring)

It wasn't an ambush, Lieutenant.

Posting men up on that
roof was merely a precaution.

Why did you use
a room on the front,

and not one on the back?

And why were the windows
open and the shades up?

And why were there two
men up there on that roof

and only one man
in there with him?

Our security procedures...

STONE: That wasn't
security procedures.

That was a rat trap,
and Maguire was the bait!

It caught a killer.

And another killer got away!

You were supposed
to keep him alive,

but you didn't! You failed!

Weren't you kind of
hard on him, Mike?

Hard on him?

Oh, if I knew I
could make it stick,

I'd charge him with
premeditated murder.

A badge and a gun doesn't
give you the right to kill,

and a criminal isn't fair game

just because he
committed a crime.

It was self-defense, Mike.

And we're right back
where we started from...

Looking for Ron Maguire.

(dialing)

(phone rings)

Hello.

Dad?

Ronnie.

Well, how are you?

Not so good.

I want to make a deal.

Well, I thought you
already had a deal

with the Justice Department.

That's done, it's finished.

The deal I'm talking about

is for a quarter of
a million dollars.

You know I never talk
big money on the phone.

Come on home, we'll talk.

You really think I
am crazy, don't you?

I'll tell you the
deal from right here.

I want $10,000... small
bills... And I want a car.

For that I tell you
where the suitcase is.

Yeah, that's very generous.

What's the matter?

You having regrets?

No, I just figure I owe you

for all the wonderful
things you taught me.

I gave you everything.

You gave me nothing.

Good-bye, Ronnie.

(over phone): No,
wait, Dad, please,

I'm sorry.

Man, I'm just scared.

Look, as far as
anybody will ever know,

the money's gone with me.

I mean, you, you
can have it all.

After all, it is yours.

Just give me what
I asked for, okay?

Why should I?

Maybe because you owe me, too.

Where is it?

You remember where I fell and
broke my arm when I was 14?

Yeah, I remember.

I'll meet you there
in 30 minutes.

Just park the car,

leave the money in
the glove compartment,

and I'll meet you.

All right, I'll be there.

Alone.

Yeah... alone.

(engine starts)

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

What are we looking for?

Ron Maguire.

What makes you think
we'll find him here?

He left that apartment building
at about a quarter to 12:00.

At five minutes after 12:00

he was at the attorney
general's office.

Sometime in between,
a big leather suitcase

with a lot of money
in it disappeared,

and it disappeared
somewhere around here.

He probably came
back last night and got it.

No, no, I alerted
everybody in this area.

They've got pictures of him.

Besides, a man carrying
a big leather suitcase

would be easy to spot.

There's a lot of people
in this area with suitcases.

There's a bus station
right over there.

I know, I know all that.

Besides, I had some of our
boys check out the lockers.

TANNER (over radio): Inspectors
eight-one, inspectors eight-one.

Inspectors eight-one.

This is Tanner, Mike.

The subject left his house
about 15 minutes ago.

He stopped at a bank
and then he made a stop

and he picked up
another car... A blue Ford.

Well, something's going down.

Where are you?

I'm on Bay Street,

going west towards the bridge.

Okay, we're on our way.

(siren wailing)

♪♪

Ronnie, where are you?

Ronnie, where are you?

Oh, Mike, he's parked on a
lower road at the Godfrey bunker...

The blue Ford.

Okay, Tanner, I've got it.

RON: Don't start the engine.

I thought we had a deal.

That's right.

$10,000 in the
glove compartment.

I looked, but it wasn't there.

That's right.

Where's the suitcase?

What's this?

I checked your bag through
to Los Angeles on the bus.

You can find it in the
baggage room in L.A.

(chuckles) Sure, sure you did.

That's the baggage check.

This is the ticket... San
Francisco to Los Angeles.

All you have to do is
just give them the check,

and they'll give you
the bag and your money.

Of course, it might cost you
a couple of bucks for storage,

but I'm sure you can swing that.

Look under the front seat
on the passenger side.

The envelope's there.

Okay.

Get out and just walk away,

and if you send
anybody looking for me,

I'm gonna tell anybody
who's interested

that this whole
thing was your idea.

Oh, I'm not gonna send
anybody looking for you

'cause they'd believe you.

Just take one look and they'd
know that you couldn't think up

a quarter-of-a-million-dollar
heist all by yourself.

What makes you think you're so
much smarter than anybody else?

I don't know where you're
going, but don't ever come back.

You do, I'll kill you myself.

(tires screech)

Hold it. Police.

Police.

Tanner, come here, take him.

(siren wailing)

Inspectors eight-one in pursuit
of a late model blue Ford sedan

heading east on
Bryant from Fifth Street.

Request intercept.

(tires screeching)

♪♪

(tires screeching)

Police. Hold it.

Cover me.

Don't move that hand.

See, Ronnie and I were
never really close, Lieutenant.

We never really
understood each other.

I have a list of all your
personal property here,

Mr. Maguire.

If you'll just check it out
carefully, sign this form,

I'll let you have it.

Very well.

Everything seems
to be in order, I think.

There you are, Lieutenant.

Thank you very
much, Mr. Maguire,

and now you are under arrest.

What are you talking about?

We had the Los Angeles Police
Department check the contents

of that suitcase in
the baggage room.

It was filled with money,

and you signed this
form saying that...

that claim check belongs to you.

So I was mistaken.

Well, we have a witness
here who says you aren't.

I want to call my lawyer.

Of course, be my guest.

Lieutenant, Inspector,

I understand you've
got Ron Maguire.

Yes, he's upstairs.

Get him, I'll meet you.

Where's Bradley?

Washington.

He's been reassigned.

I had to break up the
team, put 'em in other units.

They were too emotionally
involved in this case.

There's one lesson here.

From now on, we rotate our
personnel on a regular basis.

You know, there's another
lesson out there in the streets.

Crimes have no labels.

They're not federal, they're
not state, they're not city.

They're just crimes
against the people,

and if we find we
can't work together,

that means we're
not doing our jobs.

That can't happen to us.

What?

Getting emotionally involved.

I mean, half the time

I don't even know what
you're talking about.

Well, you don't have to
know what I'm talking about.

Just do what I'm talking about.