The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 4 - The Drop - full transcript
(theme music playing)
♪♪
Do you have to go?
Honey, if I don't
pass this exam,
it means summer school.
You wouldn't want
that, would you?
Uh-uh. I've got plans
for us this summer.
Me, too.
- WOMAN: Lunch tomorrow?
- Yeah, you bet.
- I'll see you.
- Okay.
Just relax, sonny.
Oh, Andy?
No! Stop that!
What the hell did
you do that for?
Shut up and drive!
(tires squeal)
Just a few more
minutes, Mr. Horvath.
(sighs) Where... where
will this connect to now?
Right to my office... All
you have to do is answer it,
and that'll give us a
direct line for a trace.
Lieutenant, um, I'm-I'm
sure you're aware
of the rash of
kidnappings of, uh,
Americans stationed abroad.
Well, my company has...
And a number of others...
Has adopted a,
uh, a working policy,
how to proceed just in
case it happens again.
What we've agreed to is:
no more payments of ransom.
WOMAN: I don't give a
damn about company policy!
I want Andy back!
Whatever it takes,
let them have it all!
Alice, please, we can't be sure
that money will bring him back.
Don't you understand that?
But we don't have any choice!
- All finished, Mike.
- Thanks, Ernie.
Uh, this is my partner,
Inspector Robbins.
- How are you?
- Did you hear from the hospital?
The girl died without
regaining consciousness.
Tina?
She's dead?
What do you say now, Andrew?
Anything from Ballistics?
No match-up yet;
they're working on it.
They also notified
the FBI, just in case.
Mr. Horvath... whether
you decide to pay or not
is up to the two of you.
We'll do everything
we can to catch them.
But, uh, you're
gonna have to help us.
- What do you want me to do?
- Well, whichever way you decide,
pretend to play
along with their plans.
Ask for instructions, stall
them along as much as you can.
We only need one trace
on that phone, just one.
You know, if... I just...
I could just be sure
they'd keep their word...
You can.
Insist on proof.
Proof?
That's right... Proof
that your son Andy
is still alive.
(sobbing softly)
Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs.
Horvath, but I...
I think that that's the only
way we can protect your son.
- (sobbing)
- I understand, Lieutenant.
What are the chances
you'll catch these people?
Chances?
Well, I wish I
could guarantee it,
but, uh... I don't know.
The, uh, kidnappers are
usually caught at the drop...
That's where they
collect the money.
And it's usually where we...
make our only direct
contact with them.
Uh, Mr. Horvath...
we'll keep in constant touch.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
(Alice sobbing softly)
♪♪
(approaching footsteps)
- What about my parents?
- What about them?
- Did you call them yet?
- Nah, let 'em stew for a while.
You know what they say: Absence
makes the heart grow fonder.
Why did you have
to kill that girl for?
That was stupid!
What for?!
You trying to teach
me my business, Eddie?
Take it easy, Charlie...
Eddie didn't mean nothin'.
Now we got a
murder on our necks.
Maybe I wanted it that way.
Hey.
- It's your deal.
- Yeah, I can ice somebody, too,
when the time comes, I
can ice somebody, too,
- but there's got to be a reason!
- Reason?
Listen to me, we
got a million-dollar
proposition here, dummy!
Now, you listen to me.
Your kid gets snatched, huh,
you're dealing with a killer.
Are you gonna be
anxious to pay up? Huh?
Well, come on, tell me.
Yeah, I guess.
(scoffs): You guess?
You guess, my eye!
Aw, play gin, dummies!
I'm gonna get the equipment.
I can't understand why they
haven't made a contact yet.
What are they waiting for?
Pain.
What?
Pain. Human misery.
The more they inflict, the
quicker the people give in.
What I don't understand
is, why they shot that girl...
when they didn't have to?
So they mean business, I guess.
Maybe.
- (line ringing)
- It just doesn't figure somehow.
Hello?
- Andrew Horvath Sr?
- Yes, speaking.
We've got your boy.
Harry, it's them.
$1 million in old
bills, un-serialized.
$400,000 in hundreds,
$300,000 in fifties,
$200,000 in twenties,
$100,000 in tens,
in two large suitcases.
Now, any attempt to mark the
bills or doctor them in any way,
and your son's dead.
How, um...
how do I know he's
not dead already?
You're not gonna get a
cent out of me until I'm...
I'm sure he's alive.
Don't worry, you'll
get your proof.
Well, that's, uh, that's
when you'll get the money.
Now, um, what were
those denominations again?
(chuckles) Sorry,
I got to go now.
You'll be hearing from me.
Oh, and good-bye,
Lieutenant Stone.
(click)
Harry, did you get it?
No trace. He said they
must have been calling
out of Horvath's district.
Which means we
may never get a trace.
How did he know that
you were on the phone tap?
Or that homicide
was on the case?
Maybe that's the
reason for the murder.
What's that supposed to mean?
Come on, let's get
this tape to the lab.
♪♪
Gin.
I'll go and check on the kid.
Sit down! He ain't
goin' no place.
Charlie said we got to check
on the kid every half an hour.
To hell with Charlie!
Shuffle the cards.
♪♪
(chair legs scrape)
Would you play cards?
Out there!
♪♪
♪♪
He tried to get away.
That's okay. We're
gonna make some movies.
That's just the
prettying up we needed.
Only I would've made movies
of you two if he'd gotten away,
dead.
(phone rings)
Homicide. Stone.
Lieutenant Stone?
Why, yes, yes, it is.
Uh... and may I
ask, uh, who this is?
You know who this is.
You got your tape
recorder going?
That's right.
Good. 'Cause I want you
to follow these instructions
very carefully.
Harry, put a call-4
tracer on extension 3-2-1.
CHARLIE: Just
dropped a video cassette
in the mailbox at the
corner of Gordon and 16th.
Get it to Horvath.
Better hurry... there's a
pickup due in 15 minutes.
Well, how do you know if he
has a video playback machine?
The same way I know
you're trying to trace this call.
Get going, Stone!
CHARLIE (on tape):
Sorry we couldn't all be
in the picture, folks...
My associates objected.
To tell the truth, they're
not very photogenic.
First thing is to
establish the date.
Hold up the newspaper, sonny.
We'll zoom in, just like on TV.
Today's date, folks.
Service with a smile,
proving junior is
still among the living.
Though he's
collected a few bruises.
He was a bad boy.
Tried to escape.
But this is nothing
to what he'll look like
if we don't get the
money, on time.
Tell them, sonny.
Ma, Dad.
I'm okay. Don't worry.
But please, give
them what they ask.
They'll kill me if you don't.
I know.
CHARLIE: Okay, sonny,
you made your point.
(Horvath sighs)
Anything they want.
Anything.
CHARLIE: Now, pay attention.
I'm only gonna say this once.
I don't want any amateurs
gumming up the works.
Only one person's
going to make the drop.
That's Mike Stone.
He's a pro, I'm a pro.
We understand each other.
You hear me, Stone?
You'll get your instructions.
That's all, folks.
Why you?
You heard.
He wants a pro.
No, that's not the reason.
I don't know, but I
get this funny feeling...
Like, uh, somebody
out there wants me dead.
ROBBINS: Okay, why do you
think somebody's out to get you?
STONE: Oh, you ought
to be able to figure that out.
Why do most kidnappers
get caught at the drop?
ROBBINS: 'Cause the
go-between usually picks up
some vital clue along the way.
STONE: Mm-hmm, and
latching onto clues is something
that I'm supposed to be good
at, so why choose me for the job?
'Cause they don't mean
for you to come back.
Yeah.
You know, I didn't
want to say this
in front of the Horvaths,
but I think they
intend to kill Andy, too.
It was in their
plans from the start.
That's right. He
wasn't blindfolded.
Mm-hmm.
They wouldn't leave somebody
around who could identify them.
You keep getting any
smarter, and I'll be out of a job.
Mike, there's no way that
you can be the go-between.
Well, what about the kid?
Look, if they're
planning to kill him,
they'll do it whoever
makes the drop.
In fact, some other go-between
would have a better
chance of coming out alive.
We'll see.
I'd just like to find out
who's got it in for me.
Maybe, uh, somebody you sent up.
Well, that narrows it down
to a couple of thousand, or so.
Well, it could be
a recent collar.
Hey, the lab keeps a file
of police interrogation
tapes, don't they?
Why don't we see if
they can find us a match
of the voice print?
Well, maybe it's not so recent.
It sounded to me like he was
trying to disguise his voice.
Wouldn't that kill
the voice print?
How do I know?
Let's talk to Ernie.
He's the expert.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
CHARLIE: Horvath?
Speaking.
Is the money ready for me?
Look, you're, uh...
you're gonna have to
give me more time on this.
Now, the bank is working
on it, but it's not that easy
to get that amount of money
in small denominations.
You trying to stall me, Horvath?
No, I'm not trying to stall you.
Now, I'll swear to you on that.
It's just that you
asked for-for bills
not in a series, old bills.
I'm-I'm just trying
to follow instructions.
- It's almost 5:30.
- (horn blowing)
You have till 12:00
noon tomorrow.
12:00 on the dot.
That should give
you plenty of time.
I'll do my best.
Forget your best. Just do it.
Wait a minute.
I...
I still want proof that
my... my son is, uh...
Is still alive?
I expected that.
Okay, here's your baby.
Dad?
Please help me. Nobody
can find this place...
That's enough,
you punk. No hints.
Okay, Horvath, you heard him.
Now, you cross me,
and the mailman will deliver
his head in a box. Collect!
(siren blaring)
STONE (on tape): Bobby,
why make it tougher on yourself?
You were going
thorough the apartment,
and the woman surprised you.
You didn't mean to kill her.
BOBBY (on tape):
Who you jiving, Stone?
I ain't been nowhere
near that pad.
I told you, I spent the
night with my old lady.
Next.
Here's another batch, Mike.
(Stone yawns)
You know, you've been
up almost 36 hours now?
Why don't you go
home and get some rest?
Daniel, if I don't find out
who's trying to get me,
I could be resting
for a long, long time.
Come on, Eddie.
Get that thing
threaded, will you?
We've only got
till noon tomorrow.
Tomorrow could
be a long day, Mike.
- Get some sleep, okay?
- Yeah, okay.
Bill... where's Mike?
Didn't he come in yet?
Yeah. He didn't go home.
He's still down in the lab.
Didn't get any sleep?
Well, he didn't
pick this up, either.
It's the 5:27 tape he
wanted to listen to.
I'll take it to him.
Okay.
ANDY: Dad?
Please help me. Nobody
can find this place...
CHARLIE: That's
enough, you punk. No hints.
Okay, Horvath, you heard him.
Now, you cross me,
and the mailman will deliver
his head in a box. Collect!
(phone receiver clunks down)
(clack)
Deliver his head
in a box... collect.
Jump to the S file.
Get a tape on Springer.
Charlie Springer.
Mike, you got to let
somebody else make the drop.
You're too exhausted.
No. Robbery detail did
most of the work on that one,
but I came in somewhere
near the end of it.
ERNIE: There it is.
Stone-Springer.
That's it. That's the one.
Okay.
There we go.
Starts at, uh, 25 feet.
CHARLIE: I made my deal
with the D.A.'s office, Stone.
Armed robbery, period.
You got no call to interfere.
STONE: Only the D.A. didn't know
there was a small
homicide involved
after you ripped
off the warehouse.
You're not copping
a plea, Springer.
You're going up for ten to life.
CHARLIE: The day'll come, Stone,
somebody's gonna ship your
head back in a box. Collect!
Freeze it!
It's a match!
It's a match.
Charlie Springer.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Well, looks like
Charlie Springer forgot to
use his handkerchief that time.
Okay, you put out an APB.
Get some of the guys to
check out his old hangouts.
He had an old man.
He may still be alive.
I'll try to find him.
He was a wino.
Let's see now.
He was living on,
um... with some woman.
He was living on, um... Oh.
What street is that?
Netter Street. N-E-T-T-E-R.
The woman's name was...
Right on the tip of my tongue.
I can't think of
it at the moment.
- (laughter)
- Um...
look, you can dig it out
of his files. Go ahead.
(laughs)
Charlie Springer.
Oh, Charlie always was smart.
Even when he was a little kid,
he knew more than his teachers.
They couldn't learn him a thing.
(laughing)
When did you see him last?
Last time he hit the bricks.
Year ago, maybe two.
He got out about 18 months ago.
Say, that's right.
You know what he brung me?
A whole case of red wine.
Good stuff, too.
89 cents a bottle.
Well, Charlie always
was a good boy.
It's just that woman
turned him the wrong way.
What woman?
All.
(radio plays easy listening,
instrumental music)
WOMAN: The creep
called last fall sometime.
I haven't seen hide
nor hair of him since.
Did he give you a reason?
For what?
For not contacting you.
Oh, he had some
business to take care of.
Said he'd be in touch soon.
(laughs)
Lucky I didn't hold my breath.
It's been eight months.
Did he say what
kind of business?
No, not Charlie. Never.
Oh, he, uh, hinted around
about some big
money in the works,
but Charlie was always
talking about big money.
That's all it was, though.
Just talk.
Oh, he did say something
about, uh, trying to, uh,
even the score with some guy.
Did he mention his name?
(laughs)
Are you kidding?
I went with Charlie
for two months
before he told me his own name.
There we are.
Can't see a thing.
A work of art.
Well, now, maybe
he's finally gonna have
to get rid of that old suit.
Well, I've got a beeper on
me, one planted in the car,
and there's one in
each of the valises.
Right.
What can go wrong?
- Don't tell me.
- A lot.
For one thing, he's had 18
months to plan this caper.
And according to the
San Quentin psychiatrist...
And you listen to this...
"Springer is a psycho-neurotic
bordering on megalomania,
with pronounced
homicidal tendencies."
Mike, I'll say it again.
Making yourself a target
isn't gonna help Andy.
Don't worry.
One thing I've
taken special pains
to avoid all my
life is getting killed.
Well, I'm gonna have you
and half the force tailing me.
(phone ringing)
Stone.
I know you got the
money, so let's get to it.
It's 12:30.
At 2:00 sharp, you
be in the phone booth
at the corner of
Stevenson and Pine.
It's a gas station.
I want you in an unmarked
car, ready for the drop.
No police radio,
no phone, no CB.
And you come
unarmed, you got it?
Yeah.
I see one car tailing you,
spot one chopper in
the sky, and the kid goes.
Wait a minute now.
I can't control
every helicopter.
Where you're going you can.
Oh, and another thing.
Between now and 2:00,
keep your, uh, colleagues
away from the money.
I just don't trust cops.
You know what I mean, Stone?
(laughs)
Just don't trust 'em.
(click)
Well, the merry-go-round
starts at 2:00.
(phone ringing)
Robbins.
Yeah.
I'll tell him.
What was that?
The drop car's all set to go.
You've got 40 minutes.
You all right?
I just thought of something.
Come on, let's get to the lab.
Ernie, do your sleeping at home.
Home? Right.
Do you have
Springer's last tape?
Uh, I-I was, uh... I
was just listening to it.
I want to hear it.
The part before Andy
got on the phone.
What are we looking for?
Listen.
HORVATH: It's just
that you asked for...
for bills not in a
series, old bills.
I'm-I'm just trying
to follow instructions.
CHARLIE: It's almost 5:30.
(horn blowing)
You have till 12:00
noon tomorrow.
12:00 on the dot.
Hold it.
Did you hear that?
A siren?
Dan, give it a rewind.
Okay.
All right, now start it.
HORVATH: follow instructions.
CHARLIE: It's almost 5:30.
- (horn blowing) -You have
till 12:00 noon tomorrow,
12:00 on the dot.
A train.
That's right, a train.
Now, that tape was
activated at, at...
- What time does that say?
- 5:27.
5:27 p.m.
I want you to check the footage.
I want to know exactly
what time that horn sounded.
5:28 and ten seconds.
Now, the next question.
Comparing the decibel range
of Springer's voice
and this diesel horn,
can you give me any idea
how far away that train might be?
Now, let's assume that he
phoned from a phone booth.
Well, it all depends, because
if the phone booth was open,
it could be as
much as five miles.
Five-mile radius.
Yeah.
That means we'd have
to comb an area of, uh,
over 80 square miles.
Ah, but on the other hand,
if it was closed,
it could be within the
radius of only one mile.
Engineers usually
blow their horn
at grade crossings, right?
- Right.
- Right.
I want you to
check the railroads.
I want to know what
train hit what crossing
at precisely... What
was that time again?
5:28 and ten seconds.
At that time.
Whoa, 1:35.
I got to go.
You tell Tanner
that he's in charge
of all the cars that
are gonna tail me.
And then I want you
to find that crossing,
go to the phone
company, get a map,
locate all the phone
booths within the area
of that crossing.
I've just got a
hunch, just a hunch
that Springer is going to
jerk me around like a yo-yo.
Well, we'll see.
Now, you know what to do.
Good.
Mike, be careful, huh?
What'd you say?
Be careful.
You be careful.
I don't want a unit
within three blocks of me.
Once they fan out,
you shouldn't have any
trouble keeping tabs on me.
All right.
And, uh, Dan'll catch up
with you as soon as he can.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Now, move 'em out.
Come on, move 'em out.
Let's go.
(tires screech)
♪♪
Do you have those records?
Sure, we got to know
where every train is
every minute of the day.
I'm only interested in one.
Mm-hmm, yesterday
afternoon, 5:28 p.m.
And ten seconds.
And ten seconds, right.
Just a second, I'm
looking at the schedule.
Ah, yes, here she is, uh...
Arrived at the terminal at
6:10 p.m., three minutes early...
Number 106 from Eureka...
Which means that at 5:28:10...
she'd be right about here...
Cogan's Point Crossing, 25
miles north of our main depot.
Any other possibilities?
Nope, nothing fitting
that time pattern.
Great, that's great.
Thank you very much.
(man speaks indistinctly)
I love you, sure.
(whispers indistinctly)
You gonna search me?
- Got a warrant?
- Come on, beat it.
(phone rings)
Yeah. Stone.
Okay, Stone, proceed to Dorey's
21 Club at Mission and Stewart.
Wait for my phone call.
Don't try anything.
You're being watched.
Yeah, Mission and Stewart.
Mission and Stewart.
(engine starts)
Inspectors
eight-five to all units.
Location... Pine and Elwood.
Frequency one.
I'm getting a weak signal...
28 on the decibel scale.
Stronger signals report in.
Over.
MAN (over radio):
14-12 to eight-five.
Receiving strong 65 decibels.
Corner of Clay and Sutter.
10-4.
Attention, all
units, proceed north
in direction of Clay and Sutter.
(engine starts)
(tires screech)
♪♪
(phone rings)
(tires screech)
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
(phone ringing)
(tires screech)
Yeah.
This is eight-one.
Put me through to
eight-five, please.
Eight-five.
Dan, did you find the phone?
Forget it.
Figuring a one-mile radius
around Cogan's Point,
there's over 50 phone
booths spread in all directions.
How you doing?
We've been
zigzagging all over town.
Cogan's Point?
Huh, no wonder the
general direction is north.
Yeah, we're gonna
end up on the other side
of the Golden Gate for sure.
Hey, where are you now?
1800 block of
Sutter, going north.
I'll find you.
(phone ringing)
(tires screech)
Stone.
- Stone.
- (ringing continues)
Stone.
You're late.
Look, you keep hassling
me around like that
and you're going to
louse it up, not me,
but you're going to louse it up.
I could have a flat
tire or something.
That'd be too bad for our
young friend, wouldn't it, now?
Just follow my
instructions, Stone.
Proceed north on Route
34 to the Old Mill Road.
Take it exactly 14.3 miles.
Check your odometer.
All right, then what?
You'll find out what.
Just be there at 4:30
sharp, and I mean sharp,
or you'll be sticking
a gun in that kid's ear.
No, wait a minute, that
only gives me a half hour.
I don't... I-I... listen, I
can't make it that fast.
(chuckles)
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
Now, why we would
lose his signal like that?
Maybe he switched direction.
Yeah, we wouldn't
have lost it that fast.
Something must have
happened to his car.
(sound level meter chirping)
Well, the beeper on
Mike is still working.
Eight-five to all units.
Change to frequency two and
maintain due north direction.
Dan, are you picking him up?
Yeah, frequency
two is coming in fine,
but something's gone
wrong, that's for sure.
You still on Route 34?
Yeah, but I don't like the
way this is going down.
(over radio): I'm right behind
you about a quarter of a mile.
- Are you all right, mister?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
Boy, you got to be crazy,
pulling a stunt like that.
I could have killed you.
Wait, where you going?
Here.
Police.
- Police?
- Yeah.
Well, what about my truck?
- Wait a minute.
- We'll take care of it.
- All right, get out of the car.
- What's the matter?
- This is a police emergency.
- Police?
- Yes.
- Emergency?
How do I know you're the police?
What are you doing?
Just get out, please, miss.
Get out?! I don't
want to get out!
- Come on, lady, please.
- What are you doing?
I have a dental appointment.
- Are you crazy or something?
- Take a cab, lady.
- You'll be compensated for it.
- Take a cab?
I don't want a cab.
I've got to get my teeth fixed.
He's a crazy man.
(tires screech)
Are you the police?
- Are you the police?
- Yes, ma'am.
That other officer...
He took my car.
Listen, I want to
talk to you guys.
- Hey, Dan.
- Yeah.
Mike's signal is getting weaker.
TRUCK DRIVER: Somebody's
got to pay for damages.
Look what he did.
Look, this is an emergency.
We'll get back to you later.
Do you know which way he went?
He turned onto
the Old Mill Road.
Thank you very much.
Wilson, take my car.
Let's go, move it out.
(engine starts)
Wait a minute, what'll
I tell my husband?
(tires screeching)
♪♪
You surprised, Lieutenant?
Not particularly.
We had you made
right from the beginning.
Sure you did.
I got regards from your old man.
He wants to thank you for
that case of wine you sent him.
That red wine... when
you got out of the slammer.
And then Verne
sends a message, too,
but I don't think you want
to hear that one. (laughs)
Frisk him!
Hey.
Nothing but these.
Hang on to them.
Where is it, Stone?
Where's what?
The beeper. Or do you want
us to strip you all the way down?
The signal's gone dead.
Switch to frequency three.
Three.
(static)
- Get in.
- What are we waiting for?
Why don't we drop him now?
- Because we can't, you moron.
- Why not?!
Because I said so! Get
in and drive. Come on.
(engine starting)
- 85, right?
- Yeah.
Right. Eight-five to all units.
Switch to frequency three.
Repeat. Frequency three.
Stand by for
further instructions,
and keep your distances.
(Robbins sighs)
We can't have a parade
of cars on this road.
Too easy to spot.
We don't want to force
Springer into any quick moves.
Well, you think Mike
caught up with him already?
Or vice versa.
Well, it's a good thing
we've got bugs
in those suitcases,
because they're not about
to part with that money.
Well, we better
not lose him now.
We're down to our last contact.
(rhythmic chirping)
(rapid, rhythmic chirping)
Slow down.
It sounds like we're
right on top of 'em.
They must have
pulled off the road.
(rapid, rhythmic chirping)
Pull over.
(rapid, rhythmic
chirping continues)
WILSON: Dan?
Here's the other one.
Do I know my business, or
do I know my business, huh?!
Oh, boy, Charlie.
That's a lot of money.
You know they're
going to kill you, too.
Why do you say that?
'Cause you're not
blindfolded, either.
I know what you've been through.
There's nothing you can do.
There's nothing anyone can do.
(sighs)
Well, Charlie, you
got it all figured out?
I figured you ran one on me.
You got a lucky
shot in the dark.
No.
Voice prints.
You blew it just once.
You forgot to muffle your voice.
So what?
I say we scrag
'em both right now!
STONE: Charlie, I don't
see how you got tied up
with a couple of
lamebrains like them.
Knowing you,
I wouldn't have come
here without a lot of backup.
Well, we took care
of your backup!
Maybe. But you could
be wrong, you know.
Charlie knows that a couple
of live hostages are better
than a dozen dead ones.
Charlie, I... I'm
surprised at you.
I really am. (laughs)
You know, I just can't
believe that a guy like you,
a smart guy like you can...
is gonna split all that
loot with a couple of idiots.
All right, waste 'em both.
All right.
Wait a minute. Willis?!
Start sorting out the money.
We'll split the money now,
and then we'll waste 'em later.
Don't make me start wondering
about you now, Charlie.
All right, you bought
yourself a few more minutes.
What do you think?
(Robbins sighs)
Cogan's Point's a
half a mile ahead.
Just keep going north.
(clanking)
What time is it?
Almost 5:30.
Keep moving.
Hang a left.
(tires squeak)
This could be it.
This is the first crossroad
south of the point.
This is eight-five.
Attention all units.
Okay, burn 'em both.
Cover 'em!
Wait a minute, Stone!
I got something to say to you.
Look, I'm gonna split with you!
A cool half a million.
Look. See?
I'm not kidding.
Hold it right there!
(tires squealing)
(engine revving)
(thudding)
(Stone groans softly)
Mike! Mike, are you all right?
(Stone mutters indistinctly)
For Pete's sake, we lost you.
All three beepers went dead.
We didn't know where you were.
Excuses.
Nothing but excuses.
(sighs)
(laughs)
You did all right, Daniel.
Get these off of me, will you?
Yeah.
Lieutenant, I, uh...
I really don't know
what to say. We...
We owe you
everything, I guess. Uh...
The ransom...
You-you know, I was...
I was perfectly willing
to pay the ransom.
You're-you're welcome to
that. I mean every cent of it.
I have a feeling you're
trying to get off pretty cheap.
I want something
much more precious.
What's that?
- A bed.
- (Robbins laughs)
Oh, Lieutenant,
you can have the best room
in the house if you want it.
No, I... I've got my
own bed, thank you.
Lieutenant... You
gonna be all right?
I will now. Thank you.
Okay. Yeah, okay.
- Bye.
- Thank you again.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Say, uh... you mind driving?
I don't think I can make it.
(Robbins yawns)
Neither can I.
Sorry. Ooh.
You get behind the wheel.
And when you drop me off,
you can go back to the office
and fill out a full
report on Springer.
I want it on my desk
first thing in the morning.
You hear me? First
thing in the morning!
(car door open, laughing)
(car door closes)
Ah.
(engine starting)
You really want it by morning?
Mike?
♪♪
Do you have to go?
Honey, if I don't
pass this exam,
it means summer school.
You wouldn't want
that, would you?
Uh-uh. I've got plans
for us this summer.
Me, too.
- WOMAN: Lunch tomorrow?
- Yeah, you bet.
- I'll see you.
- Okay.
Just relax, sonny.
Oh, Andy?
No! Stop that!
What the hell did
you do that for?
Shut up and drive!
(tires squeal)
Just a few more
minutes, Mr. Horvath.
(sighs) Where... where
will this connect to now?
Right to my office... All
you have to do is answer it,
and that'll give us a
direct line for a trace.
Lieutenant, um, I'm-I'm
sure you're aware
of the rash of
kidnappings of, uh,
Americans stationed abroad.
Well, my company has...
And a number of others...
Has adopted a,
uh, a working policy,
how to proceed just in
case it happens again.
What we've agreed to is:
no more payments of ransom.
WOMAN: I don't give a
damn about company policy!
I want Andy back!
Whatever it takes,
let them have it all!
Alice, please, we can't be sure
that money will bring him back.
Don't you understand that?
But we don't have any choice!
- All finished, Mike.
- Thanks, Ernie.
Uh, this is my partner,
Inspector Robbins.
- How are you?
- Did you hear from the hospital?
The girl died without
regaining consciousness.
Tina?
She's dead?
What do you say now, Andrew?
Anything from Ballistics?
No match-up yet;
they're working on it.
They also notified
the FBI, just in case.
Mr. Horvath... whether
you decide to pay or not
is up to the two of you.
We'll do everything
we can to catch them.
But, uh, you're
gonna have to help us.
- What do you want me to do?
- Well, whichever way you decide,
pretend to play
along with their plans.
Ask for instructions, stall
them along as much as you can.
We only need one trace
on that phone, just one.
You know, if... I just...
I could just be sure
they'd keep their word...
You can.
Insist on proof.
Proof?
That's right... Proof
that your son Andy
is still alive.
(sobbing softly)
Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs.
Horvath, but I...
I think that that's the only
way we can protect your son.
- (sobbing)
- I understand, Lieutenant.
What are the chances
you'll catch these people?
Chances?
Well, I wish I
could guarantee it,
but, uh... I don't know.
The, uh, kidnappers are
usually caught at the drop...
That's where they
collect the money.
And it's usually where we...
make our only direct
contact with them.
Uh, Mr. Horvath...
we'll keep in constant touch.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
(Alice sobbing softly)
♪♪
(approaching footsteps)
- What about my parents?
- What about them?
- Did you call them yet?
- Nah, let 'em stew for a while.
You know what they say: Absence
makes the heart grow fonder.
Why did you have
to kill that girl for?
That was stupid!
What for?!
You trying to teach
me my business, Eddie?
Take it easy, Charlie...
Eddie didn't mean nothin'.
Now we got a
murder on our necks.
Maybe I wanted it that way.
Hey.
- It's your deal.
- Yeah, I can ice somebody, too,
when the time comes, I
can ice somebody, too,
- but there's got to be a reason!
- Reason?
Listen to me, we
got a million-dollar
proposition here, dummy!
Now, you listen to me.
Your kid gets snatched, huh,
you're dealing with a killer.
Are you gonna be
anxious to pay up? Huh?
Well, come on, tell me.
Yeah, I guess.
(scoffs): You guess?
You guess, my eye!
Aw, play gin, dummies!
I'm gonna get the equipment.
I can't understand why they
haven't made a contact yet.
What are they waiting for?
Pain.
What?
Pain. Human misery.
The more they inflict, the
quicker the people give in.
What I don't understand
is, why they shot that girl...
when they didn't have to?
So they mean business, I guess.
Maybe.
- (line ringing)
- It just doesn't figure somehow.
Hello?
- Andrew Horvath Sr?
- Yes, speaking.
We've got your boy.
Harry, it's them.
$1 million in old
bills, un-serialized.
$400,000 in hundreds,
$300,000 in fifties,
$200,000 in twenties,
$100,000 in tens,
in two large suitcases.
Now, any attempt to mark the
bills or doctor them in any way,
and your son's dead.
How, um...
how do I know he's
not dead already?
You're not gonna get a
cent out of me until I'm...
I'm sure he's alive.
Don't worry, you'll
get your proof.
Well, that's, uh, that's
when you'll get the money.
Now, um, what were
those denominations again?
(chuckles) Sorry,
I got to go now.
You'll be hearing from me.
Oh, and good-bye,
Lieutenant Stone.
(click)
Harry, did you get it?
No trace. He said they
must have been calling
out of Horvath's district.
Which means we
may never get a trace.
How did he know that
you were on the phone tap?
Or that homicide
was on the case?
Maybe that's the
reason for the murder.
What's that supposed to mean?
Come on, let's get
this tape to the lab.
♪♪
Gin.
I'll go and check on the kid.
Sit down! He ain't
goin' no place.
Charlie said we got to check
on the kid every half an hour.
To hell with Charlie!
Shuffle the cards.
♪♪
(chair legs scrape)
Would you play cards?
Out there!
♪♪
♪♪
He tried to get away.
That's okay. We're
gonna make some movies.
That's just the
prettying up we needed.
Only I would've made movies
of you two if he'd gotten away,
dead.
(phone rings)
Homicide. Stone.
Lieutenant Stone?
Why, yes, yes, it is.
Uh... and may I
ask, uh, who this is?
You know who this is.
You got your tape
recorder going?
That's right.
Good. 'Cause I want you
to follow these instructions
very carefully.
Harry, put a call-4
tracer on extension 3-2-1.
CHARLIE: Just
dropped a video cassette
in the mailbox at the
corner of Gordon and 16th.
Get it to Horvath.
Better hurry... there's a
pickup due in 15 minutes.
Well, how do you know if he
has a video playback machine?
The same way I know
you're trying to trace this call.
Get going, Stone!
CHARLIE (on tape):
Sorry we couldn't all be
in the picture, folks...
My associates objected.
To tell the truth, they're
not very photogenic.
First thing is to
establish the date.
Hold up the newspaper, sonny.
We'll zoom in, just like on TV.
Today's date, folks.
Service with a smile,
proving junior is
still among the living.
Though he's
collected a few bruises.
He was a bad boy.
Tried to escape.
But this is nothing
to what he'll look like
if we don't get the
money, on time.
Tell them, sonny.
Ma, Dad.
I'm okay. Don't worry.
But please, give
them what they ask.
They'll kill me if you don't.
I know.
CHARLIE: Okay, sonny,
you made your point.
(Horvath sighs)
Anything they want.
Anything.
CHARLIE: Now, pay attention.
I'm only gonna say this once.
I don't want any amateurs
gumming up the works.
Only one person's
going to make the drop.
That's Mike Stone.
He's a pro, I'm a pro.
We understand each other.
You hear me, Stone?
You'll get your instructions.
That's all, folks.
Why you?
You heard.
He wants a pro.
No, that's not the reason.
I don't know, but I
get this funny feeling...
Like, uh, somebody
out there wants me dead.
ROBBINS: Okay, why do you
think somebody's out to get you?
STONE: Oh, you ought
to be able to figure that out.
Why do most kidnappers
get caught at the drop?
ROBBINS: 'Cause the
go-between usually picks up
some vital clue along the way.
STONE: Mm-hmm, and
latching onto clues is something
that I'm supposed to be good
at, so why choose me for the job?
'Cause they don't mean
for you to come back.
Yeah.
You know, I didn't
want to say this
in front of the Horvaths,
but I think they
intend to kill Andy, too.
It was in their
plans from the start.
That's right. He
wasn't blindfolded.
Mm-hmm.
They wouldn't leave somebody
around who could identify them.
You keep getting any
smarter, and I'll be out of a job.
Mike, there's no way that
you can be the go-between.
Well, what about the kid?
Look, if they're
planning to kill him,
they'll do it whoever
makes the drop.
In fact, some other go-between
would have a better
chance of coming out alive.
We'll see.
I'd just like to find out
who's got it in for me.
Maybe, uh, somebody you sent up.
Well, that narrows it down
to a couple of thousand, or so.
Well, it could be
a recent collar.
Hey, the lab keeps a file
of police interrogation
tapes, don't they?
Why don't we see if
they can find us a match
of the voice print?
Well, maybe it's not so recent.
It sounded to me like he was
trying to disguise his voice.
Wouldn't that kill
the voice print?
How do I know?
Let's talk to Ernie.
He's the expert.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
CHARLIE: Horvath?
Speaking.
Is the money ready for me?
Look, you're, uh...
you're gonna have to
give me more time on this.
Now, the bank is working
on it, but it's not that easy
to get that amount of money
in small denominations.
You trying to stall me, Horvath?
No, I'm not trying to stall you.
Now, I'll swear to you on that.
It's just that you
asked for-for bills
not in a series, old bills.
I'm-I'm just trying
to follow instructions.
- It's almost 5:30.
- (horn blowing)
You have till 12:00
noon tomorrow.
12:00 on the dot.
That should give
you plenty of time.
I'll do my best.
Forget your best. Just do it.
Wait a minute.
I...
I still want proof that
my... my son is, uh...
Is still alive?
I expected that.
Okay, here's your baby.
Dad?
Please help me. Nobody
can find this place...
That's enough,
you punk. No hints.
Okay, Horvath, you heard him.
Now, you cross me,
and the mailman will deliver
his head in a box. Collect!
(siren blaring)
STONE (on tape): Bobby,
why make it tougher on yourself?
You were going
thorough the apartment,
and the woman surprised you.
You didn't mean to kill her.
BOBBY (on tape):
Who you jiving, Stone?
I ain't been nowhere
near that pad.
I told you, I spent the
night with my old lady.
Next.
Here's another batch, Mike.
(Stone yawns)
You know, you've been
up almost 36 hours now?
Why don't you go
home and get some rest?
Daniel, if I don't find out
who's trying to get me,
I could be resting
for a long, long time.
Come on, Eddie.
Get that thing
threaded, will you?
We've only got
till noon tomorrow.
Tomorrow could
be a long day, Mike.
- Get some sleep, okay?
- Yeah, okay.
Bill... where's Mike?
Didn't he come in yet?
Yeah. He didn't go home.
He's still down in the lab.
Didn't get any sleep?
Well, he didn't
pick this up, either.
It's the 5:27 tape he
wanted to listen to.
I'll take it to him.
Okay.
ANDY: Dad?
Please help me. Nobody
can find this place...
CHARLIE: That's
enough, you punk. No hints.
Okay, Horvath, you heard him.
Now, you cross me,
and the mailman will deliver
his head in a box. Collect!
(phone receiver clunks down)
(clack)
Deliver his head
in a box... collect.
Jump to the S file.
Get a tape on Springer.
Charlie Springer.
Mike, you got to let
somebody else make the drop.
You're too exhausted.
No. Robbery detail did
most of the work on that one,
but I came in somewhere
near the end of it.
ERNIE: There it is.
Stone-Springer.
That's it. That's the one.
Okay.
There we go.
Starts at, uh, 25 feet.
CHARLIE: I made my deal
with the D.A.'s office, Stone.
Armed robbery, period.
You got no call to interfere.
STONE: Only the D.A. didn't know
there was a small
homicide involved
after you ripped
off the warehouse.
You're not copping
a plea, Springer.
You're going up for ten to life.
CHARLIE: The day'll come, Stone,
somebody's gonna ship your
head back in a box. Collect!
Freeze it!
It's a match!
It's a match.
Charlie Springer.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Well, looks like
Charlie Springer forgot to
use his handkerchief that time.
Okay, you put out an APB.
Get some of the guys to
check out his old hangouts.
He had an old man.
He may still be alive.
I'll try to find him.
He was a wino.
Let's see now.
He was living on,
um... with some woman.
He was living on, um... Oh.
What street is that?
Netter Street. N-E-T-T-E-R.
The woman's name was...
Right on the tip of my tongue.
I can't think of
it at the moment.
- (laughter)
- Um...
look, you can dig it out
of his files. Go ahead.
(laughs)
Charlie Springer.
Oh, Charlie always was smart.
Even when he was a little kid,
he knew more than his teachers.
They couldn't learn him a thing.
(laughing)
When did you see him last?
Last time he hit the bricks.
Year ago, maybe two.
He got out about 18 months ago.
Say, that's right.
You know what he brung me?
A whole case of red wine.
Good stuff, too.
89 cents a bottle.
Well, Charlie always
was a good boy.
It's just that woman
turned him the wrong way.
What woman?
All.
(radio plays easy listening,
instrumental music)
WOMAN: The creep
called last fall sometime.
I haven't seen hide
nor hair of him since.
Did he give you a reason?
For what?
For not contacting you.
Oh, he had some
business to take care of.
Said he'd be in touch soon.
(laughs)
Lucky I didn't hold my breath.
It's been eight months.
Did he say what
kind of business?
No, not Charlie. Never.
Oh, he, uh, hinted around
about some big
money in the works,
but Charlie was always
talking about big money.
That's all it was, though.
Just talk.
Oh, he did say something
about, uh, trying to, uh,
even the score with some guy.
Did he mention his name?
(laughs)
Are you kidding?
I went with Charlie
for two months
before he told me his own name.
There we are.
Can't see a thing.
A work of art.
Well, now, maybe
he's finally gonna have
to get rid of that old suit.
Well, I've got a beeper on
me, one planted in the car,
and there's one in
each of the valises.
Right.
What can go wrong?
- Don't tell me.
- A lot.
For one thing, he's had 18
months to plan this caper.
And according to the
San Quentin psychiatrist...
And you listen to this...
"Springer is a psycho-neurotic
bordering on megalomania,
with pronounced
homicidal tendencies."
Mike, I'll say it again.
Making yourself a target
isn't gonna help Andy.
Don't worry.
One thing I've
taken special pains
to avoid all my
life is getting killed.
Well, I'm gonna have you
and half the force tailing me.
(phone ringing)
Stone.
I know you got the
money, so let's get to it.
It's 12:30.
At 2:00 sharp, you
be in the phone booth
at the corner of
Stevenson and Pine.
It's a gas station.
I want you in an unmarked
car, ready for the drop.
No police radio,
no phone, no CB.
And you come
unarmed, you got it?
Yeah.
I see one car tailing you,
spot one chopper in
the sky, and the kid goes.
Wait a minute now.
I can't control
every helicopter.
Where you're going you can.
Oh, and another thing.
Between now and 2:00,
keep your, uh, colleagues
away from the money.
I just don't trust cops.
You know what I mean, Stone?
(laughs)
Just don't trust 'em.
(click)
Well, the merry-go-round
starts at 2:00.
(phone ringing)
Robbins.
Yeah.
I'll tell him.
What was that?
The drop car's all set to go.
You've got 40 minutes.
You all right?
I just thought of something.
Come on, let's get to the lab.
Ernie, do your sleeping at home.
Home? Right.
Do you have
Springer's last tape?
Uh, I-I was, uh... I
was just listening to it.
I want to hear it.
The part before Andy
got on the phone.
What are we looking for?
Listen.
HORVATH: It's just
that you asked for...
for bills not in a
series, old bills.
I'm-I'm just trying
to follow instructions.
CHARLIE: It's almost 5:30.
(horn blowing)
You have till 12:00
noon tomorrow.
12:00 on the dot.
Hold it.
Did you hear that?
A siren?
Dan, give it a rewind.
Okay.
All right, now start it.
HORVATH: follow instructions.
CHARLIE: It's almost 5:30.
- (horn blowing) -You have
till 12:00 noon tomorrow,
12:00 on the dot.
A train.
That's right, a train.
Now, that tape was
activated at, at...
- What time does that say?
- 5:27.
5:27 p.m.
I want you to check the footage.
I want to know exactly
what time that horn sounded.
5:28 and ten seconds.
Now, the next question.
Comparing the decibel range
of Springer's voice
and this diesel horn,
can you give me any idea
how far away that train might be?
Now, let's assume that he
phoned from a phone booth.
Well, it all depends, because
if the phone booth was open,
it could be as
much as five miles.
Five-mile radius.
Yeah.
That means we'd have
to comb an area of, uh,
over 80 square miles.
Ah, but on the other hand,
if it was closed,
it could be within the
radius of only one mile.
Engineers usually
blow their horn
at grade crossings, right?
- Right.
- Right.
I want you to
check the railroads.
I want to know what
train hit what crossing
at precisely... What
was that time again?
5:28 and ten seconds.
At that time.
Whoa, 1:35.
I got to go.
You tell Tanner
that he's in charge
of all the cars that
are gonna tail me.
And then I want you
to find that crossing,
go to the phone
company, get a map,
locate all the phone
booths within the area
of that crossing.
I've just got a
hunch, just a hunch
that Springer is going to
jerk me around like a yo-yo.
Well, we'll see.
Now, you know what to do.
Good.
Mike, be careful, huh?
What'd you say?
Be careful.
You be careful.
I don't want a unit
within three blocks of me.
Once they fan out,
you shouldn't have any
trouble keeping tabs on me.
All right.
And, uh, Dan'll catch up
with you as soon as he can.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Now, move 'em out.
Come on, move 'em out.
Let's go.
(tires screech)
♪♪
Do you have those records?
Sure, we got to know
where every train is
every minute of the day.
I'm only interested in one.
Mm-hmm, yesterday
afternoon, 5:28 p.m.
And ten seconds.
And ten seconds, right.
Just a second, I'm
looking at the schedule.
Ah, yes, here she is, uh...
Arrived at the terminal at
6:10 p.m., three minutes early...
Number 106 from Eureka...
Which means that at 5:28:10...
she'd be right about here...
Cogan's Point Crossing, 25
miles north of our main depot.
Any other possibilities?
Nope, nothing fitting
that time pattern.
Great, that's great.
Thank you very much.
(man speaks indistinctly)
I love you, sure.
(whispers indistinctly)
You gonna search me?
- Got a warrant?
- Come on, beat it.
(phone rings)
Yeah. Stone.
Okay, Stone, proceed to Dorey's
21 Club at Mission and Stewart.
Wait for my phone call.
Don't try anything.
You're being watched.
Yeah, Mission and Stewart.
Mission and Stewart.
(engine starts)
Inspectors
eight-five to all units.
Location... Pine and Elwood.
Frequency one.
I'm getting a weak signal...
28 on the decibel scale.
Stronger signals report in.
Over.
MAN (over radio):
14-12 to eight-five.
Receiving strong 65 decibels.
Corner of Clay and Sutter.
10-4.
Attention, all
units, proceed north
in direction of Clay and Sutter.
(engine starts)
(tires screech)
♪♪
(phone rings)
(tires screech)
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
(phone ringing)
(tires screech)
Yeah.
This is eight-one.
Put me through to
eight-five, please.
Eight-five.
Dan, did you find the phone?
Forget it.
Figuring a one-mile radius
around Cogan's Point,
there's over 50 phone
booths spread in all directions.
How you doing?
We've been
zigzagging all over town.
Cogan's Point?
Huh, no wonder the
general direction is north.
Yeah, we're gonna
end up on the other side
of the Golden Gate for sure.
Hey, where are you now?
1800 block of
Sutter, going north.
I'll find you.
(phone ringing)
(tires screech)
Stone.
- Stone.
- (ringing continues)
Stone.
You're late.
Look, you keep hassling
me around like that
and you're going to
louse it up, not me,
but you're going to louse it up.
I could have a flat
tire or something.
That'd be too bad for our
young friend, wouldn't it, now?
Just follow my
instructions, Stone.
Proceed north on Route
34 to the Old Mill Road.
Take it exactly 14.3 miles.
Check your odometer.
All right, then what?
You'll find out what.
Just be there at 4:30
sharp, and I mean sharp,
or you'll be sticking
a gun in that kid's ear.
No, wait a minute, that
only gives me a half hour.
I don't... I-I... listen, I
can't make it that fast.
(chuckles)
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
Now, why we would
lose his signal like that?
Maybe he switched direction.
Yeah, we wouldn't
have lost it that fast.
Something must have
happened to his car.
(sound level meter chirping)
Well, the beeper on
Mike is still working.
Eight-five to all units.
Change to frequency two and
maintain due north direction.
Dan, are you picking him up?
Yeah, frequency
two is coming in fine,
but something's gone
wrong, that's for sure.
You still on Route 34?
Yeah, but I don't like the
way this is going down.
(over radio): I'm right behind
you about a quarter of a mile.
- Are you all right, mister?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
Boy, you got to be crazy,
pulling a stunt like that.
I could have killed you.
Wait, where you going?
Here.
Police.
- Police?
- Yeah.
Well, what about my truck?
- Wait a minute.
- We'll take care of it.
- All right, get out of the car.
- What's the matter?
- This is a police emergency.
- Police?
- Yes.
- Emergency?
How do I know you're the police?
What are you doing?
Just get out, please, miss.
Get out?! I don't
want to get out!
- Come on, lady, please.
- What are you doing?
I have a dental appointment.
- Are you crazy or something?
- Take a cab, lady.
- You'll be compensated for it.
- Take a cab?
I don't want a cab.
I've got to get my teeth fixed.
He's a crazy man.
(tires screech)
Are you the police?
- Are you the police?
- Yes, ma'am.
That other officer...
He took my car.
Listen, I want to
talk to you guys.
- Hey, Dan.
- Yeah.
Mike's signal is getting weaker.
TRUCK DRIVER: Somebody's
got to pay for damages.
Look what he did.
Look, this is an emergency.
We'll get back to you later.
Do you know which way he went?
He turned onto
the Old Mill Road.
Thank you very much.
Wilson, take my car.
Let's go, move it out.
(engine starts)
Wait a minute, what'll
I tell my husband?
(tires screeching)
♪♪
You surprised, Lieutenant?
Not particularly.
We had you made
right from the beginning.
Sure you did.
I got regards from your old man.
He wants to thank you for
that case of wine you sent him.
That red wine... when
you got out of the slammer.
And then Verne
sends a message, too,
but I don't think you want
to hear that one. (laughs)
Frisk him!
Hey.
Nothing but these.
Hang on to them.
Where is it, Stone?
Where's what?
The beeper. Or do you want
us to strip you all the way down?
The signal's gone dead.
Switch to frequency three.
Three.
(static)
- Get in.
- What are we waiting for?
Why don't we drop him now?
- Because we can't, you moron.
- Why not?!
Because I said so! Get
in and drive. Come on.
(engine starting)
- 85, right?
- Yeah.
Right. Eight-five to all units.
Switch to frequency three.
Repeat. Frequency three.
Stand by for
further instructions,
and keep your distances.
(Robbins sighs)
We can't have a parade
of cars on this road.
Too easy to spot.
We don't want to force
Springer into any quick moves.
Well, you think Mike
caught up with him already?
Or vice versa.
Well, it's a good thing
we've got bugs
in those suitcases,
because they're not about
to part with that money.
Well, we better
not lose him now.
We're down to our last contact.
(rhythmic chirping)
(rapid, rhythmic chirping)
Slow down.
It sounds like we're
right on top of 'em.
They must have
pulled off the road.
(rapid, rhythmic chirping)
Pull over.
(rapid, rhythmic
chirping continues)
WILSON: Dan?
Here's the other one.
Do I know my business, or
do I know my business, huh?!
Oh, boy, Charlie.
That's a lot of money.
You know they're
going to kill you, too.
Why do you say that?
'Cause you're not
blindfolded, either.
I know what you've been through.
There's nothing you can do.
There's nothing anyone can do.
(sighs)
Well, Charlie, you
got it all figured out?
I figured you ran one on me.
You got a lucky
shot in the dark.
No.
Voice prints.
You blew it just once.
You forgot to muffle your voice.
So what?
I say we scrag
'em both right now!
STONE: Charlie, I don't
see how you got tied up
with a couple of
lamebrains like them.
Knowing you,
I wouldn't have come
here without a lot of backup.
Well, we took care
of your backup!
Maybe. But you could
be wrong, you know.
Charlie knows that a couple
of live hostages are better
than a dozen dead ones.
Charlie, I... I'm
surprised at you.
I really am. (laughs)
You know, I just can't
believe that a guy like you,
a smart guy like you can...
is gonna split all that
loot with a couple of idiots.
All right, waste 'em both.
All right.
Wait a minute. Willis?!
Start sorting out the money.
We'll split the money now,
and then we'll waste 'em later.
Don't make me start wondering
about you now, Charlie.
All right, you bought
yourself a few more minutes.
What do you think?
(Robbins sighs)
Cogan's Point's a
half a mile ahead.
Just keep going north.
(clanking)
What time is it?
Almost 5:30.
Keep moving.
Hang a left.
(tires squeak)
This could be it.
This is the first crossroad
south of the point.
This is eight-five.
Attention all units.
Okay, burn 'em both.
Cover 'em!
Wait a minute, Stone!
I got something to say to you.
Look, I'm gonna split with you!
A cool half a million.
Look. See?
I'm not kidding.
Hold it right there!
(tires squealing)
(engine revving)
(thudding)
(Stone groans softly)
Mike! Mike, are you all right?
(Stone mutters indistinctly)
For Pete's sake, we lost you.
All three beepers went dead.
We didn't know where you were.
Excuses.
Nothing but excuses.
(sighs)
(laughs)
You did all right, Daniel.
Get these off of me, will you?
Yeah.
Lieutenant, I, uh...
I really don't know
what to say. We...
We owe you
everything, I guess. Uh...
The ransom...
You-you know, I was...
I was perfectly willing
to pay the ransom.
You're-you're welcome to
that. I mean every cent of it.
I have a feeling you're
trying to get off pretty cheap.
I want something
much more precious.
What's that?
- A bed.
- (Robbins laughs)
Oh, Lieutenant,
you can have the best room
in the house if you want it.
No, I... I've got my
own bed, thank you.
Lieutenant... You
gonna be all right?
I will now. Thank you.
Okay. Yeah, okay.
- Bye.
- Thank you again.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Say, uh... you mind driving?
I don't think I can make it.
(Robbins yawns)
Neither can I.
Sorry. Ooh.
You get behind the wheel.
And when you drop me off,
you can go back to the office
and fill out a full
report on Springer.
I want it on my desk
first thing in the morning.
You hear me? First
thing in the morning!
(car door open, laughing)
(car door closes)
Ah.
(engine starting)
You really want it by morning?
Mike?