All language subtitles for The.Laughing.Policeman.1973

Yeah.

It's workin'.
He's stayin' right with me.

Hey, look, maybe we should...

Wait a second. Not yet. Wait!

- What do we got, Lou?
- We got a goddamn massacre.

- Who's the on-call crew?
- Greek and Larrimore.

The rest of the troops
are comin' too, Jake.

- What happened?
- I don't know...

- See anything?
- He was practically on top of it when it happened...

but he still didn't
see anything worth a damn.

See if you can
fix the time exactly.

- What's your name, sir?
- Jim Yee.

- Say it again, sir.
- Jim Yee.

- Jim...
- Yee.

- Where do you live?
- 644 Pacific.

644 Pacific.
Okay. Tell me. What happened?

I run from the corner.

I just see the bus crash.

All right. What corner was that?

Remember that department
store thing... that guy choppin'down...

on people from the escalator?

That one was superbad.

I don't know. The is the worst one I've seen.

It keeps getting worse
all the time.

There's just so many
sick assholes running around.

Sometimes I think
the department oughta...

issue us whips and chairs.

Call the wiring squad and have 'em
rope off the area, keep the scene preserved.

Jake! Jake, one of'em is still alive.
They're takin' him in now.

All right. Come on. Back it up.
Let's go. Move it back. Come on, folks.

- What's he look like? Can he talk?
- Guy doesn't look good.

Mike, you got your tape recorder?
Why don't you go with him?

- He may come to and say something.
- What happened here?

All right. Come on, folks.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Break it up.

- Go on.
- Go on home.

10-4.

Puff on that, will ya?

Jesus!

What have you got?

- No.
- Christ! It's Evans.

Cold-blooded motherfuckers.

Shit.

Son of a bitch!

What kind of freak could just...

You got to be a hard-core crazy.

- What do you got, Frank?
- Gunshot wound.

- Looks like a bad one. Let's get his clothes off.
- I got it. I got it.

- Get trauma down here.
- Get his arm up.

- Watch your hand.
- Keep pullin' him up on the gurney.

Let's sit him up.

- Got his head?
- I got it. I got it.

- Cut these off. Cut this off.
- Gotta get him oxygen.

- When you get the cuff down, start writing.
- Anybody writing all this down?

I can't. I can't do two things at once.

Okay. Give him a couple ofbig breaths
here. What do you hear?

He seems to be
ventilating both sides well.

- Okay. Good. I'm gonna get a tube out.
- Abdomen's distended, rigid.

- I'm having trouble getting a pulse.
- Large exit.

He takes an occasional
breath on his own here.

- Bob, you get the cut down on the right. Sharon...
- Coming right up.

Put the catheter in on the left.

Where did they find this guy?
Anybody got grease for this tube?

Check his pupils.
Can you get me a pair of gloves?

Anybody got any blood yet?

How you doin', Bob?
Okay. Let's move.

- Pupils are down.
- Frankie and Linda, that's number one.

- This is number two.
- Pulse? Let's get movin'. This guy's in trouble.

What the hell was Evans
doin' on that bus?

How the hell do I know?
He was off duty, on vacation.

Yeah. He was your partner.
Don't give me a lot of bullshit.

How's this, Ken?

Lieutenant, what the hell
are we gonna do with all these press guys?

One of them's still alive, hit pretty bad.
If he comes around...

he might be able
to tell us something.

Mike went to the trauma room.
He may be able to tape him.

I can stall for a little.

I need answers. Follow my drift?

- Here's your blood.
- What do you got, Denny?

Got a bad gunshot wound here,
Doug. He has two arm wounds...

entrance and exit wounds
in both arms.

He's got an entrance wound here
and a large excavation on his right flank.

- Chest clear, Denny?
- Yeah. He ventilates both sides...

- He got anything in his back at all?
- Nothing. His back is clear.

- We got three good lines.
- Got three lines. That's good.

- Abdomen's distended and rigid.
- Get his belly prepped and get him upstairs now.

- Doctor, we need him. How bad is he?
- Can't tell you. He's not good.

Look at this. Chivas Regal.

And notice the seal's
not even broken.

Here we got rubbers.

Looks like this guy's
always ready for a matinee.

- John, take a look...
- Mark this was on the floor next to the briefcase.

- Will you step aside for a minute?
- Sixteen and a half collar.

Look at this.

We got some money on the first male victim.
Up here in the front.

- How much?
- Eight and a half. Eight and a half.

850 dollars. Mark that down.
The first male... first male victim...

inside the entrance/exit door
on the right-hand side.

It's still sealed.

Got a man here with prophylactics
who knows how to shoot.

One, two, three, four,
five, six prophylactics.

Must be a hell of a man.

- Take a look at this.
- Mark this was on the floor next to the briefcase.

Will you step aside?

This one's gonna be a son of a bitch.

We'll keep this all together
in the case?

God. I can't shake this cold.

I'm in bed with a friend
when I get the call.

Some asshole just shoots up a bus.
Bunch of people on it.

- Boss wants us to work together.
- Good.

- I understand that Dave Evans was...
- He was a good cop.

- I'm sorry about what happened.
- Good.

Let's get something straight
right now, pal, all right?

- I didn't volunteer for this assignment.
- Good.

I understand how you feel.
Sorry. My fault. Sorry.

Would you believe I gotta be
in court in about three and a half hours?

- Warm piss.
- Let's go pick up the pieces?

Where do we start?

Why don't we go back to the detail
and kick it around?

See you guys later.

I thought you were sleeping.

You worked all night again.
You're gonna get sick.

Do you want some eggs?
I could fix you some eggs if you like.

No, thanks.
I'm just gonna get a couple hours'sleep.

Well, at least
everything around here is normal.

- What's eatin' him today?
- Growing pains.

What's doin'
with you today, sweetheart?

Well, big French test.
Mostly busywork.

Gotta get cracking.

Dave Evans is dead.

He was 31 years old,
and it's all over for him.

It's a rotten business.
You never see anything good.

Work in a gutter,
and you never see anything good.

I'm sorry.

We just saw him. When was it?
It was only a couple of weeks ago.

It's a rotten business.

- I wish there was something I could say.
- Can't say anything.

- You look like you're coming down with a cold.
- I'm not, for Christ's sake.

My partner
was just shot to death.

I... I just wanna
be alone, I guess.

I have no other
northern unit available. Can you check out...

a 917 at 1246 Bell?

Apparently, he's bothering the passersby.
He's an N.M.A. About 40 years old.

He's wearing beige coveralls.

Beige coveralls at 1246...

or make that 1246 Bell.

You saw him?

Then it's him?

I mean, a mistake this...

... mistake.

Some coffee. Would you
like some coffee?

Isn't there someone
who could stay with you?

Why? I don't want anyone.

Do you know
what he was doing on that bus?

- How could I, Jake?
- Last week, when he called in sick...

I knew he really wasn't sick.

But he deserved the time off.
He'd put in so much overtime.

He wasn't off.
He was working night and day.

Didn't he tell you he was off?

He wasn't off.
Now, what the hell are you talking about?

Look, Kay,
there's gonna be a lot of questions asked.

Dave... Dave was my partner.
He was tough to get close to.

I mean, they're gonna be
firing questions all over the place.

If there's anything you wanna tell me
that you think I should know...

He told me he was working.

He was working with you.

Maybe we should start
canvassing the neighborhood?

In Chinatown?
Nobody saw anything.

I got all the license plates in the area.
I'll make a run on it this afternoon.

Yeah, well,
I'll make that about a 100-to-1 shot.

- Hi. What time is it?
- I got a quarter to.

Well, let's get to it.
It's not gonna go away.

This is Dr. Jendrick
dictating autopsy number 3407...

tentatively identified
as Avakian... A-V-A-K-l-A-N...

21373 at 11:45 a.m.

The body is that of a white man
appearing approximately the stated age.

- We were able to contact relatives pretty fast.
- Well nourished and developed.

Not a thing unusual about most of them.
On their way home from work or someplace.

Most of them lived in the neighborhood.
I had the personal effects...

arranged here in case you want to
match them with a victim, if you want.

- It's the usual things, for the most part.
- Had a man here...

obviously wasn't
on his way to mass.

- External ears are not remarkable.
- We had oneJohn Doe.

He's kind of interesting.
For instance...

all he had on him
was this: $850 cash.

- No wallet. No I.D. No anything.
- Upper and lower dentures, comma.

That's not all that he was carrying that's
interesting. Let me show you something.

The external thorax is symmetrical,
comma, and there are two wounds...

in the anterior thorax, comma, the larger
measuring four by three centimeters...

and located three centimeters
below the midportion of the right clavicle.

Look at those tracks, right?
He used the tattoo to try and hide them.

- Get a close-up, Frank.
- This is beginning to turn my stomach.

I'm gonna go to the hospital
and relieve Collins.

- All right.
- Looks to have been a user for some time.

He also shot up
between the toes.

Their knowledge of anatomy
always amazes me.

The remainder of the thorax is not remarkable,
period. The external abdomen is...

- Did he have any alcohol?
- We don't know yet.

Toxicology will be finished
this afternoon.

I can make a guess, though,
that the Chinese kid was high on reds.

All the superficial signs
are there.

- Anybody relieve Collins?
- Yeah. Larrimore just did.

And there are
no deformities or masses noted, period.

Postmortem rigidity is trace in the
extremities but well developed in the jaw.

Period. Postmortem lividity is trace over
the dorsal aspect of the body, period.

There's a moderate amount
of fresh blood...

Hey, hey, hey.

Geez.

- Mr. Schwermer, I'm a detective. Now, listen carefully.
- Turn it on, man.

- Goddamn it. You haven't got it on.
- Shit.

- Come on.
- Mr. Schwermer, I'm a detective. Now...

You're wasting time.

Can you describe the man who shot you?
Can you give us a description?

That's too complicated, Jim. Mr. Schwermer,
just tell us what the man looked like.

The man that shot you.
What did he look like?

What?

What did he look like?

That was it, but I think whatever he
said there... that might be something.

Velda. Velda.
Like a woman's name.

- Right. That's what I thought.
- Jake, think it'd be a woman?

Sounded foreign.

- What do we have?
- I think we're gonna have to work for the weapon.

You gotta work for the reason.
What was the reason?

Mass murderers are cronkies.
They don't need motives.

- A psycho doesn't act with such careful planning.
- That's not true either.

What about that kid in the Texas tower,
shot 30 people?

Man planned pretty good there. Even bothered
to take the food up there with him.

Planned pretty good except for
how to get down from the tower.

Same with the guy
on the hotel roof in New Orleans.

- That's not the point.
- All right. We're goin' nowhere.

- That's not the point.
- All right. We're goin' nowhere.

Quiet.! Quiet!

- Jake, Leo.
- Didn't make any difference.

One. Inside investigation. I want two men
on every victim. Work 'em good.

Two. Whatever else you're doin',
I want you on that weapon.

Don't forget the military
for possible stolen goods.

Get all the info broadcast,
especially the narco squad on that hype.

That'll be our first lead.
Follow it all through Jake and Leo.

And three: Shake up the fuckin' town,
see if it makes any noise.

- What's on your mind?
- Was Evans on special assignment?

Why?

His girl thinks
he was workin' night and day last week.

- He was supposed to be off duty.
- His girl said?

First, if I had a special assignment,
I wouldn't put Evans on it.

Second, I don't have anything
going you don't know about.

And third, he was your partner.
Suppose you tell me?

- What is that supposed to mean?
- If you ask me, all he was workin' on was that nurse.

I found this.

Boss asked me to
clean out Evans's desk.

Man, I sure didn't know
Evans went the porno route.

Who's the chick?

I just left her.
She's the girl he lived with.

Yeah?

Well, who's that other one?
This one?

That was before
you came on the detail.

Woman, name ofTeresa Camerero.

She was a high-class hooker
about two years ago.

Found her dumped
and strangled in her apartment.

- It's always bugged me.
- Wasn't she the one the newspapers wrote about?

You know, the one with all the kinky
hang-ups, whips and leather and crap?

- Wasn't this the one? Wasn't she that one?
- Yeah.

- Jesus. Where did Evans get it?
- I don't know. He must've pulled it out of the files.

I may have mentioned it once or twice.
I don't remember.

I always felt
I should've made it.

I never knew for sure he had an old lady.
Not bad, either.

Don't... Don't broadcast it.

Sure.

I make it a political thing, like the
Panthers or one of them Chinese gangs.

- John?
- Too many citizens killed, man.

Homicide. Sergeant Martin.

I did a year on the Chinatown squad.
That's rank.

Before they had me moved.
We got Chinese gangs in this town...

ain't exactly gettin' a whole lot of
points for smarts. - Wait a minute.

- I thought that wasn't
comin'to trial for a month.

Super tough,
but not too careful.

Too far out. Doesn't add up. - Why can't
the D.A. Schedule my testimony for later?

- Christ. I'm up to my...
- Larrimore, boss wants you.

- Right.
- Look, that was a good pinch and a great confessi�n.

Everything was done strictly by the book,
so just don't worry about it?

Listen, pal.
That was my collar. I made it good.

The thing is on tape.
The statement is good.

Hey, I'm gonna tell you something. Don't ever
pick up stuff off my desk again, got it?

Jesus, Jake.

I am sorry.

- Jake, I got a report from the record room.
- On the hype?

No. On that other guy...
Lemuel Avakian.

Two arrests, one conviction,
for forgery.

Did a year in "Q."
Still got a tail.

- He's got six months left on his parole.
- Which guy is this?

- The guy with the rubbers and the Chivas Regal.
- Is he connected?

Doesn't seem to be.
He's got a brother... Samuel Avakian.

- Runs a porno house in the Missi�n.
- What about the junkie?

Well, looks clean so far.
We don't have anything on him yet.

All right. Work on the other victims,
and we'll see what we can get on Evans.

What was he up to, Jake?
Why was he on that goddamn bus?

Maybe he had a little talent on the side.
Maybe Mom bawled him out, and he was sulking.

- What's the point?
- Like I said, what the hell was he doin' on that goddamn bus?

- Come on. Come on.
- That's what I just said. What was he doin' on the bus?

- That's what we're talkin' about here, isn't it?
- Bullshit.

Come on, will ya?
Come on. Let's find out who the killer is...

before he commits suicide,
and then we'll never know.

What?

- Do you wanna drive, or should I?
- Whatever's right.

You drive.

You know, maybe our killer wanted to
make it look like a psycho thing.

Nothin'.

Northern Creek.

- I think I should know what was in Evans's desk.
- You saw it.

- Who was it?
- His girl.

- Gary, apartment four.
- Why?

Maybe he liked to play with himself.

- Is there anything else?
- An old file. The Teresa Camerero case.

- One of yours?
- Yes.

- One I couldn't make.
- Central one. Headquarters to central one.

Teresa was 22, raised in a convent,
married money twice her age.

He turned her on
to a lot of sick action.

She liked it so much, she left him
and invented some of her own tricks.

Henry Camerero is not the kind
of fellow you walk away from...

but he had a tight story,
and I couldn't budge it.

Well, let's go
check out the weapon.

Okay. You lead.

What do you wanna do first?

I know a guy who deals in hardware.
Let's take him on.

What are you drinkin'?

I'm lookin' for a certain little scumbag,
you know what I mean?

Can you narrow it down a little?

Okay. Ask me
where I've been all day.

I've been to the dentist,
that's where I've been.

Shots all over my mouth.

Here, over here and over here.

Goddamn needle like a sword.

I'm interested in a piece of hardware,
like a grease gun.

Feels like I ain't got no bottom to my mouth,
know what I mean?

Feels like it... Feels like it's dead.
Know what I mean?

I could have that fixed for you permanently,
know what I mean?

He's with me.

Jake, what'd I do? What'd I do?

Always cooperated with you.
You know that.

He sits there and makes a face.
That's not nice.

I'm gonna have to
close you out, Bobby.

Jesus Christ. Even the wops
don't use those machine guns no more.

They're trouble... plus unreliable.
They're always stickin' or something.

You gotta have a college degree
to shoot one of them damn things.

Come on, Bobby.
Come to the point.

How 'bout the... How 'bout the Chink...
those Chink gangs?

Ming... Ming...

Hey, them Chinks are gettin'
on their high horses.

You read about it
in the papers every day.

- Is he finished?
- Hold your water! I'm thinkin', will ya?

My jaw's paralyzed.

Could it be one
of those military clubs...

you know, like one of those...
you know, like a club.

There was this colored guy...
I heard he was askin' around.

- What is his name?
- Big, goofy guy.

Shaves himself on the head
right down to the mustache.

Shiny, you know,
like the... moulignon.

That guy over there...
you know, like an eggplant.

That little punk,
he thinks he's some kind of a politico.

He's got a banana name
like one of those...

Dennis. Denny. D...

Roddeny. That's it. Roddeny.

- You mean Rodney?
- That's what I said. Roddeny.

Got a last name?

Davis. Roddeny Davis.

What do you think?

He's your man.
Ain't it worth a check?

Blowin' smoke. Got nothin'.

- What do you wanna do?
- Get somethin' to eat.

Terrific.

Nothing adds up.
It doesn't feel right.

- Maybe we oughta take it a step at a time.
- Good.

You ever think of
gettin' your own talk show?

I wanna take a walk.
I gotta think.

Why don't you take the car?

Sure. Who am I? I'm nothin'.

- You notice anything strange?
- No, I didn't.

- You notice anything strange?
- No, I didn't.

All I do is my work.
I never bother lookin' at anybody.

Let's get out of here.
Thank you very much.

- You hungry?
- Yeah.

Let's get something to eat.

What the hell's goin' on?

I don't give a shit about your...

Get in the car, bitch! - All right.
Grab the paint. Grab the paint. Come on.

Spread 'em.! Spread 'em.!

- Hey, man. This is a private number.
- Shut up.

Hey, man, he's my old man.

It's a family beef.
It's no big thing.

Hey, look, look. I'm just tryin' to get her
in the car and split. That's all, man.

- I'm not lookin' for no trouble.
- You wanna get in the car with this guy?

- It's personal. It's no big thing.
- No big thing?

- This guy's tryin' to kill you.
- John.

John, take her for a walk?

All right. Come on.

Come on. Move.

Shit.

You a stable sister?

No. I'm on my own.

Bullshit.

You tryin' to tell me
that guy's not your pimp?

- You done any time?
- No.

- Bullshit.
- Once.

Come again.

Okay. A couple of times.
But never more than a day.

- You got any identification?
- Shit.

I'd rather not show it to you.

- What?
- Come on, man. Give me a break.

You had your break today.
That guy could've crippled you.

That bitch asked for it.

Candy man.

Why you jammin' me, man?
You got a slow night or somethin'?

Don't give me
your ragtime, brother.

I'm hip to your act.
Your game ain't that strong.

What's goin' down
on that bus thing, man?

I don't know, man.
Like, why would I know?

You here every night
takin' care of business.

I just wanna find out
if you picked up on anything.

All right. I ain't heard
nothin' you ain't heard, man.

Like, a freak. Like, some dude
who needs his clock cleaned.

Heavy.

Whatever you reachin' for better be a
sandwich, 'cause you're gonna have to eat it.

You know, I'm hangin'a sign on you:
"Closed for the season."

- You dig that?
- You can't jack me up for no reason.

No, no, no. You don't understand.
You are in a worid of trouble, man.

Now, when I get on your case,
I'm gonna take you on every time I see you.

Now, when I get on your case,
I'm gonna take you on every time I see you.

Now, I want you out of town!
Now, that just don't mean here.

That's Richmond, Daly City. I go to those
places too. You dig where I'm comin'from?

Now, you take a hike.

Yeah. There's a...
Could you hold the line one moment, please?

- Can I help?
- Looking for Samuel Avakian.

Christ. I never heard him called that before.

- What's Sammy up to now?
- Where is he?

He's probably in his office
makin' believe he's a winner.

Yeah. I'm sorry.
Could I help you?

No. She's out sick. Yes, she is.

- Sam?
- Yeah?

- Hey, what are you doin' here?
- Police department.

I just wanna ask you a few questions,
if you don't mind, about your brother.

Christ. Will you
let the guy rest in peace?

Your brother did time in San Quentin
and he had six months' parole.

- I resent that stuff. He was the victim, not the goddamn...
- I'd just like to ask...

Wait a minute! We run
a legitimate business here.

I don't need this kind of thing.
You come around here because he was killed.

You're harassing me,
that's what you're doing.

- You're usin' the fact that he was killed to harass me.
- When I ask you, you answer.

- Understand, you creep?
- I don't have to answer anything without my lawyer being present!

Come here.
I wanna ask you something.

Hey, girls,
you're a witness?

All right, Sam.

- Get in there!
- I'm gonna press charges.

You got a 15-year-old kid in that theater.
I can cancel your action without trying!

- Hey, hey. Take it easy.
- What was your brother doin' on that bus?

Nothin', my hand to God.
Nothin'.

I was usin' his car.
I swear on my children's eyes.

My brother, he was ballin'this broad,
you know? Swear to God.

On my mother's grave, I swear it.

Pig.

I thought I heard you come in.

Ralph isn't home yet.

Would you like me
to fix you a snack?

No. I got some things
I gotta read.

You're about to lose a button.

Leave it home tomorrow,
and I'll fix it for you.

Yeah.

Good night.

I'm Inspector Larsen.
I'd like to talk to you about your roommate.

About Beth? I've already
given a statement.

Well, this isn't
for a statement.

Have you got someplace
we could go to talk?

We can talk here. I don't
have very much time.

- You ever see this man before?
- Yes.

- With your roommate?
- No. In the newspapers. He was one of the others, wasn't he?

And you never saw him
any other time except for that?

No. Does that disappoint you?

Well, how long
were you roommates?

Two years.

I never saw the man before.
Is that all?

No, no.
Weren't they dating or anything?

I mean, did your roommate
go out with a lot of men?

She didn't go out
with men at all.

- What about you?
- I don't think that's any of your business.

Do you?

Do I ever.

- Where'd you get these?
- They were in his desk at the detail.

So they made the rounds.

- Why were they taken?
- Why not?

It's not really any
of your damn business.

What the hell is this?
Some kind of a freaky game?

How the hell could you pose for that filth?
People were murdered, and I want answers!

Listen, you pompous cop...

I know people were murdered.

There isn't any way
that I can explain this to you...

because it wasn't meant
for anybody but us.

It was private.
It was just between us.

- What is that supposed to mean?
- I think you've come to your own conclusi�n already.

- That's what I think.
- You're damn right I have.

And this whole angry thing...
You're acting like I was unfaithful to you.

Did Dave ever talk
to you about his work?

He hated his job.

He hated the physical violence.
He had to force himself to go to work.

Christ.

The only part he liked was the investigation,
following people and stuff.

- Did he ever mention who he was following?
- I don't know.

Just that he was working with you. I don't
know. Something about an unsolved case.

Did he ever mention
Teresa Camerero?

Yeah. He mentioned Teresa.

In fact, that's about
all he talked about.

He had a whole library on sex murders.
He loved... He was fascinated by sex murders.

Do you think that's what
these pictures were about?

Hello?

Yes. Just a minute, please.

You're pretty damn sure
of yourself, aren't you?

I don't know what
you're talkin' about. Martin.

Where?

- I'll be there in five minutes.
- Did I destroy your precious evidence?

I got an emergency.
I'll talk to you later.

So have I.

We'll use two squads. One'll hit the front
door; One'll go to the back staircase.

Keep in radio contact.
I don't want you shootin' at each other.

- What we got?
- Bus freak.

- How do you know?
- Like a good citizen, he called in and told us.

- Who are the hostages?
- Nobody seems to know.

Bill, get up here.

All right, Bill.

Captain, there's a woman
coming out.

No. No.
Don't do that, lady.

For Christ's sake.

For Christ's sake, get back.

Tac three to all units. Hold everything.

Stop. Go back. Don't jump!

Shit!

For Christ's sake, why don't you take him?
We're gonna have a goddamn massacre.

Okay. Hit him now
with everything you got. Go.

Let's get that damn ambulance up here.

God almighty.

John?

Christ, it gets worse
all the time. You all right?

Come on. Let's get out of here.

What the hell are you talkin' about? This is
not our man. This isn't the guy from the bus.

He'll do for the time being.

Well, how the hell is he gonna jump off
a bus with one leg and run away?

How the hell do I know?

- Larsen, what's the matter with him anyway?
- I don't know, boss.

Shit.

My luck, this guy'll turn out
to be a goddamn war hero.

No, no. Don't rub your eyes.
Don't rub your eyes. Just...

- Hi, Jake. How bad?
- It's over.

Look, it probably doesn't make
any difference now, but...

I found out what Schwermer
was trying to say.

So, you know the thing on the tape
that sounded like, "Vielda"?

He was answering us in German.

- He was saying that the guy who shot him looked like Elder.
- Who the hell is Elder?

He's a... he's a good boxer.
He's a contender.

- Find him, Mike.
- You think it's still...

Find him.
Let me have a look at him.

Lfhe's not here, before
you go anywhere, I've got four other ones...

Yeah, 57. 10-4.

Yeah, this person's name is Bealey. B-E-A...

- Get a haircut.
- Grow a beard.

Just hang on a minute.

Holy Christ.

- Hey, I know you.
- You don't know shit.

Well, who's the lady?

Vice boys picked her up
in a hotel bust.

And guess whose name
was in her little book.

- Chivas Regal.
- Get her on tape, Brennan.

- You got it.
- She's nothin'.

Remember Bobby Mow's friend,
Rodney Davis?

- Yeah.
- I got his rap sheet here.

Nothing' on it
but a couple misdemeanors.

And no big time.

Who's checking out the
Chinese kid on the bus?

He was just visiting
his sister in the neighborhood.

- Looks clean.
- What do you mean he looks clean?

Coroner told us
the kid was high on reds.

Now, did you bother
to check into a gang connection?

Who the fuck promoted you, pal?

- I'm just checking, babe. No offense.
- Stay with it, John.

You guys take on this Rodney dude
and bring him in.

- And where are you goin'?
- I'm goin' to court. Meet me there.

I should have known.

The good-boy suit.

Let's have a look at this bimbo.

Hey, Jake.
Been trying to get you all morning.

Hey, Jimmy.
When's your new assignment?

Shave, haircut, a uniform
and on patrol tomorrow.

Kind of sorry. It's been exciting.
How's the bus thing going?

We're workin' it.

- How's the junk business?
- I got somethin' for ya.

We got a pusher upstairs
name of Dwayne Haygood.

He had a corner junk business,
got burned by one of his customers.

He says he wants to
talk about the bus.

- When does he go up to bat?
- Well, we're taking him to grand jury tomorrow night.

He's a three-time loser looking for help.
He knows the bus thing is hot.

- Great. I'll pay my respects. Thanks, Jimmy. Good luck.
- Take care.

Can you handle... We have a 213
occurred about five minutes ago.

Villa and Chestnut.

Christ Almighty.
You can hear the eyeballs clicking.

They are really sharp
around here.

Got to be to stay alive.

Villa and, Chestnut. 10-4.

Your local Western Uni�n.

- They just made us?
- And spread the word.

- Hey, Bob. What's happenin'?
- Thank you.

There he is. My favorite policeman.

- Hey, mama.
- Giving me hot flashes.

- Hey, where you been?
- Been right here, honey. You just ain't been lookin'.

- You'rejust saying that.
- Come on. Play up. Play up.

I'll play up all right. Go on.

- Come on.
- Come on, ma. All right, lady.

She gonna pass you.

Okay.

Talking about whupping.
Mama!

All right. Come on.
Deal with it. Deal with it. Play.

- It's on you.
- No, no. It must be yours.

- It's on me.
- Just playing for matches, are ya?

Man.

You know gamblin'
against the law.

Ain't nobody round here
breaking yourjive laws.

Well, since nobody's
breaking the law...

then how's about we just make the game
a little more equal?

How about a few more for you? Like that.

How about you, dad?
How about a few more for you?

How about mom here?
How about a bunch for you?

Now, darling, that makes it a little
more even, doesn't it? Little fairer?

We're looking for a dude
named Rodney Davis.

Where can we find him?

Gettin' nothin'.

Did you see that son of a bitch
come in here and try to pull that shit?

- Did you see that?
- Did I see it?

And then that other one
that was standing up over me?

Of all the nerve.
It must be so slow downtown.

- Slow? You know. Come on.
- Slow. Slow. Slower than slow.

Yeah. Slower than turtle shit.

- That's our man.
- Around the side. There's an exit to the alley.

What the hell's going on here?

Hold it.

- Police.
- No shit.

Grab the wall.

Hey, man.
What the fuck y'all chasing me for?

What the fuck you runnin' for?

'Cause y'all are chasing me.

We just want to ask you
a couple questions.

You could do yourself some good.

This ain't a bust, Rodney.

Who you callin' Rodney, man?

I want you all to go home.

Hey. Hey.
Your fight ain't with me.

Now, look, I ain't gonna do
no Queensberry rules...

and a whole lot of you people
are gonna go to jail.

Now, take a hike!

Rodney, we found a hot car
with your name on it.

Why don't you just
come on down and clear it up?

Listen, man. I don't know nothin'
about no damn car.

I'm not goin' anywhere. So if you want
my ass, you're gonna have to take it.

Pig.

You're lucky your name's Rodney.
You know what I mean?

- Hey, hey.
- The man has nothin'.

Look, look. That was a mistake.

You'll make it awful tough
for the next cop.

You can't play to lose.
You've got to play to win.

Whatever's right.

You know what you're gonna do
for us, Rodney?

You're gonna walk down the street,
get in the backseat of that white car...

or I'm gonna kick your nuts
up around your neck.

You know what I mean, boy?

Hey, partner.
Go to the car and get on the radio.

What did I do?
Break another rule?

What are you gonna do, son?
Eyeball me to death?

Now, ifhe calls, there's gonna be 2,200
right behind him. You dig?

Now, you got three choices.

You can either go to the morgue,
the hospital, or you can get in that car.

The decisi�n is yours.

Next time, friend...

if we ever survive this fight
you're gonna get us into...

I'm gonna take you on myself.

Jesus Christ. You guys are always
looking for the hook, ain't ya?

- Now you got it.
- What it is, man.

Nice young fellas.

Clean cut.

I got the word
you wanted to talk.

- You know, I don't like coming here.
- How's the jaw?

Where's Jake?
I usually do business with Sergeant Martin.

You don't do business, Bobby.
What you do is bullshit.

A lot of smoke-blowin'.

I gave you the good ones.
What I told you about that colored guy...

I can't verify
the information I get.

- What's with the armband?
- Hey. A little respect?

- A lot of smoke-blowin', Bobby.
- No, wait...

That's what I get from you. A lot of
smoke-blowin'. You're giving me a lot of that.

- A lot of blowin' smoke.
- I tell ya what I know.

- A lot of bullshit.
- Everything.

- See this here?
- What are we goin' in there for?

What...

Some punks never learn.

Jesus Chri... You're crazy.

Pathetic.

Larsen.

What's happenin'?

Anything on that weapon?

- Workin' it, boss.
- Good.

What happened with Rodney?

No match.

Your friend Bobby was just funnin' us.
You know what I mean?

- O.B.
- Hi, Jake, Leo.

- Hi.
- What do you got?

Dwayne Haygood.

A real Mr. Big.

One to go.

- See you, Angelo.
- Take care, Leo.

You know,
who the real police are?

Homicide cats. Yeah.

But now, narcs...

there's a real mean...

What's on your mind, Haygood?

Well, when they busted me on a sales beef,
I couldn't believe it.

I mean, it's the third time.
The big one.

So...

I started looking around, see?

Like, what have I got to trade?

I'll bet you came up with
somethin'real good too, didn't ya?

See, I was paranoid, man.

'Cause this could be
a 10-year jolt.

And I may never get out.

You better keep on talking, son,
or you're gonna be talking to yourself.

Hey, what's your friend's problem?
You want to hear about the bus or not?

See, I had this customer...
a real weird junkie.

- What was his name?
- Watch your mouth.

So, I read
in the paper, see...

about this bus thing.

And then I read about
this middle-aged junkie with this tattoo.

The screamin' eagle.

And I said...

"Hey, wait a minute.

That's my man."

- I mean my main man. Dig it?
- What's the point of all the bullshit?

Is it good for some slack?

We can't make a deal
with you, Haygood.

One simple reason:

You'd get up there,
and they'd say, "Dah, dah, dah."

And you'd say,
"Hey, but they promised me."

Hey, wait a minute now, man. I'd never pop my
cookies in... whatchamacallit... open court.

'Cause I can't hack
the joint, see?

This is big time, see?

What about...
What about the farm?

Can you get me the farm?

It's gotta be C.O.D., Haygood.

If it's good, we'll make a call.
If your man's got a name.

It's good.

The dude's name is,
Gus Niles.

Got a location
to go with the name?

I don't know, man.
I don't know if he had a place or not.

How big was his jones?

Fifty dollars a day,
$100 a day habit.

So I just figured,
he was livin' off his old lady.

Tell us about her.

She's one of them
hippie types, you know?

Always half past high.

Well...

Anyway, she worked
at this...

this art whatchamacallit
institute.

Marsha something.

Where did you connect
with Niles?

He comes to me, man.
I don't deliver like Chicken Delight.

Right on.

I hope you're not
jerkin' us, Haygood.

'Cause if you are,
by the time you come back, smack'll be legal.

Know what I mean?

Hey, just
a little slack?

A little slack for the goose boy.
Haygood?

Are you pissed off at me or somethin'?

Where are we goin'?

Sometimes I get the feeling
I'm talking to you on the radio.

You are a grim one.

Maybe you're just hungry.
What do you say we go a little Mexican?

And yet they taste so good!

What do you think?

I think you can take fingerprints and
ballistics and bull from now to Christmas.

It's all gonna come down
to leaning on some joker...

or making a deal with
some guy on the street.

Then he'll come around
and tell you all about it.

Well, how long
have you been saving that up?

I talked to Dave about
the Teresa Camerero case.

I involved him in something
he knew absolutely nothing about.

He was trying to show me...
you know, make my case.

Christ! That damn Teresa Camerero
thing sticks in my craw!

I must have talked about it
a hell of a lot to get him to...

Now, look at yourself right now.

You know how terrific that is
that you're getting all that out?

I got a friend on the bomb squad. They're
having a meet tonight with a couple of Angels.

Angels want to trade some dynamite
and heavy hardware.

Now, I say we go there
and maybe get a line on the weapon.

Okay. Come in. Come in.

- How you guys doin'?
- Who's ahead?

Excuse the place.
The maid's night out?

Hey. You made it.
I was about ready to give up on you.

How are ya?

That was, Ken Vickery.
This is, Ripple.

He's a damn good mechanic,
and he likes to fuck around with bikes.

- This okay for you?
- Terrific.

Been putting in a little overtime
with the knife and fork, Jim?

- Cups okay?
- Terrific.

You should see the stuff
these guys came through with.

Truckload of dynamite.

600 pounds. Couple dozen live grenades.

Ripple here's got him a manslaughter beef
in Oakland. We're gonna talk to the D.A.

Either one of you guys
know anything about grease guns?

Hey, come on, man. Now, that's not part
of the bargain when we seal the deal.

You know?

This is just a delivery. Period.

Period.

- Where's it at?
- It's in the pickup out in the driveway.

What the hell's the matter with you guys?
Haven't you got any brains?

This is a residential
neighborhood.

Where else we gonna put it?

You shouldn't have that stuff here.

This is a residential neighborhood,
for crying out loud.

You better get this stuff out of here. Can't
you see it's leaking, for Christ's sake?

This is a residential
neighborhood.

Yeah, I know, I know.
But I was waiting for you guys?

Hey, I'll tell you, man.
Driving this stuff around...

It's somethin' else.

I had Ripple precede me
to chart the route.

No bumps.

We get off the freeway...

he leads me down this street
they got all ripped to shit, man.

- I didn't know.
- "I didn't know."

- Man.
- You know what the goofy bastard does?

Man.

He steps on it.

Figures he can
put some distance between us.

Hey. I speed up too, man.

Right up his ass
the whole rest of the way!

If I go, he goes.

Christ. This is a residential neighborhood.
You guys must sit on your brains.

Larkin near Market, a 914.

Advise on a 408.
Larkin near Market.

10-4.

Well, there was this...
there was this doper I met.

He's... real nervous, you know.

Half... Half strung out.

He... He...
He whispered a lot.

You know. Wh... Whispered.

What was his name?

He was a... He was a fat dude.
He had a tattoo.

An army eagle.
He said he was looking for a... grease gun.

Terrific.

OurJohn Doe now has a name.

Gus Niles.

Now we know that Gus Niles
was lookin' for a grease gun.

And we also know that he was a victim
on the bus shot by a grease gun.

Now, that ain't complicated
at all, is it?

Drop me, will ya?

Was it somethin' I said?

10-4 any code.

He has, been in the red.
He lives right here in the building.

We'll try Niles's girlfriend
at her place of work first.

Marsha Macklin
at the Art Institute.

You don't sound very convinced.
Or maybe I'm misreadin' ya again.

I don't think she'll be there.

Grim.

And possibly rank.

- Like you said?
- Like I said...

she left for lunch yesterday afternoon,
hasn't been heard from since.

- What do you think?
- I'm only allowed one think a day.

What's that thing
the French say?

You mean the one that goes,
you feel that you've been there before?

Yeah. That's the fella.

Jesus. I am beginnin'
to understand you.

God. Give us a break.

How about that?

Jesus.

Nothin'. You are really beginning
to make a believer out of me.

Call it in, will ya, Leo?
I want to have a look around.

The little guy is the sergeant. Gus Niles.

One of the bus victims, a hype.

The captain's
our old friend Camerero.

It's very interesting.

What's it prove? They were in the same army
together. What the hell's the merit?

It's been a week, Jake.
More than a week.

And I'm holding 'em off,
but what do you give me?

A lot of crap about Teresa.

What the hell was Evans doing messing around
with that round-neck? It's a dead end!

Now maybe
he was onto something.

- Bullshit!
- I think it's worth following up.

Follow up what?
Two-year-old bullshit?

That was your case.
You worked it.

How do you guys know
Evans wasn't balling that nurse?

What about the colored kid?
Didn't he own a... What...

What do you guys think?
Someone's gonna bring you the answers?

That's the way
it usually happens, Nat.

Look, the nurse turned out
to be a happily married dyke.

There's nothin'
we can do about that... any of us.

Beside, the other thing was just a toilet
job. Bad info. Nothing on the guy.

Toilet job?
What the hell you guys been doin'?

Toilet job?
What the hell you guys been doin'?

You can't screw around with the Teresa thing
unless you got something you can...

Not a feeling! Something solid!

Christ. You've been livin' in a...
Haven't you heard?

The old, reliable cop on the beat
turned into a pig!

Since the goddamn courts got Miranda,
Escobedo... all that crap.

I mean, we might as well close up.
We're walking around in handcuffs!

I don't have time
for your P.R. Speech.

I'm telling you right now, Jake.

And hear me good.

When this bus thing goes down,
I want a clean pinch.

Good and legal.
One that's gonna stand up in... in court.

I don't want to
hear about no Teresa.

You follow my drift?

Got it covered.

"Got it covered."

You've got brass balls. I'll tell you
that. You can't let him walk over you.

Did you give that picture
back to Evans's chick?

Evans was a creep.
I used to think he was a nice guy.

He was using his girlfriend
like a guinea pig.

- Leo, I gotta talk to ya.
- I'm into nurses tonight. That's it. I gotta go home.

Listen. I just want you to help me watch
Henry Camerero for a few days. That's all.

- Why?
- Because he knows me from the original Teresa investigation.

No. I mean, why suddenly
do you need me for anything?

You've been doing this
all by yourself all along. I've seen ya.

You never even bothered to show me the picture
you showed the man upstairs just now.

- Evans was following Niles, right?
- Right.

Well, I think Niles
wanted him to follow him.

You mean you think that he was
setting the kid up.

- That's exactly what I think.
- For what?

Evans nearly had it. He just hadn't
figured out Camerero yet. That's all.

He was trying to spook Niles
to get him to... to...

Look. The pieces are all there. We just
have to push it into place. That's all.

Evans was working the Teresa thing
on his own time.

He's killed on the same bus
with Gus Niles...

who's looking for a grease gun,
which happens to be the weapon used!

And then his girl ends up
dead on the floor with the needle.

Jake, are you aware
of what you just did to me?

You do it to me all the time. You heard what
the man just said upstairs, didn't ya?

I heard him. I was up there.
He's a nice man. He shoots in the low 80s...

but he plays it
too close to the vest.

What are you laying that on me for?
Why don't you stop it for once?

That's your personal hang-up!
It does not happen to be mine!

- Can't you see it?
- I see one thing.

I see why you're such a good cop.
And only one reason:

'Cause you're
so screwed up otherwise.

You're beyond human belief.
You understand that?

You got nothin' else.
No private life. Nothin'.

Well, what the hell are you worried about?
Your goddamn pensi�n?

That's exactly it!
Put in the 25 and pick up my 55.

All I'm asking you to do is to help me watch
a guy for a few days. That's all. Routine.

It is not routine, Jake, goddamn it,
if the boss says forget it!

All right!
Then forget it! Forget it!

Look, you gotta understand
something right now.

If I thought you had one thing that was
concrete, I'm with you 100% of the way.

How the hell am I gonna get one concrete
thing if you ain't gonna help me?

- Understand something. I want desperately...
- Are you gonna help me or not?

- To stay in this blood-and-guts detail... desperately.
- Are you...

The overtime is terrific,
I get to use my head...

and I don't have to go back
to the moronic general works.

Are you gonna help me or not?

For Christ's sake,
give me a break once!

- You guys gonna need a referee?
- No, no. Just a family beef, Joe.

Got a man here don't like hockey.

It's olive or black in color.
Virginia license...

Listen, Leo.

I've been carrying this thing around
for two years. It eats at me.

I got Dave in it. I gotta clean it up.
I gotta get it off my back. That's all.

What about the goddamn bus?

This is the bus.
It's the same thing. I feel it.

The boss just told me
to keep an eye on you.

And I can't possibly do that
unless I'm with you.

Now, take me home,
would ya, please?

And you might try
going home yourself too.

Just for a visit.

Pretty heavyweight building.

Just an office building.

The dark glasses
and the mustache and Vandyke...

is our man... Henry Camerero.

He looks like big trouble to me.

- What's his rip-off?
- Investments, real estate.

God.

Looks like a heavy dude with a lot ofjuice.

- Who's the short guy?
- His lawyer.

Jake. Short lawyers...
they worry me.

Probably got enough juice to get a sodomy
beef reduced to following too close.

Yeah, he's connected.

Jake, I gotta tell ya somethin'.
I ain't comfortable with a hype like this.

No way. I mean, I'm used to busting
street people. You know what I mean?

He's just another thug, Leo.

Grim.

We got a man fartin' in silk
and playing all day.

I talked to Frank at the lab.
He got an F.B.I. Report...

on Gus Niles's prints
from his service record.

On Gus Niles's prints
from his service record.

Are you just making
conversation now?

Gus Niles used to be
an Andrew Medford.

He was in business
with Camerero for a while.

You want to take a guess who was
Camerero's alibi at the Teresa inquest?

Well, now, how come you didn't make that
in the original investigation?

Because Gus Niles was still alive then,
but that's a nice question, Leo.

Using your head.

Get out of here now,
and I'll see ya tomorrow.

Attention all units...

- We've got a man into antiques this mornin'.
- 1600 block, Church Street.

Hey.

We gotta think
this thing over, Jake.

He is a closet fruiter.

You're missing the point.
Things are different today.

Homosexuals don't hide
anymore. They demonstrate.

Our man still sneaks around.
He's got things he doesn't want known.

Then why don't we pinch him?
What are we waiting for?

You know damn well we don't have
anything solid. Being fruit is no crime.

Well, violate the asshole then.
Or plant him.

Or do some goddamn thing.
This gets us absolutely nothin'.

Let's just keep at it.

We've got more lumber now
than we had before.

Just hang in there.
So far we've got him out of the closet...

makin' moves
he's never made before.

All right. I'll take over.
You go home, take a shower and shave.

I'll ring you later.

Yellow! Yellow!

Watch my seat, will ya, fella?

I think he's a fag.

Things are looser now.

- I guess a couple years ago that was enough to ruin ya.
- That's what I've been sayin'.

Well, that's probably
where I heard it.

You think that Teresa found out
about him and then...

didn't know which way to turn?

Nothin'.

Love in the afternoon. Sort of sweet.

He's taking chances, Leo!
That's not our Henry.

He's pickin' up guys in the middle of the
afternoon and bringing them to the pad.

I gotta spook him, Leo.

I want you to do one more thing.

You told me that
five things ago.

Just one more thing.
Take that photograph of Camerero and Niles...

and deliver it to him at his office
tomorrow morning.

Please, Leo.
Just this one thing.

Just deliver the picture
for me. Okay?

- Hello, my darling.
- Hello.

Could you see that Mr. Camerero gets that
right away, please? It's personal.

- Sure.
- I'll take it.

You are one heavyweight-looking lady.

He's got it.

- Thanks, Leo. See ya later.
- What...

- Wait a minute. What do you expect him to do?
- I don't know.

- But so far he's not doing anything.
- I know.

- I think I better stay with you.
- No, no. You go back to the squad.

- What?
- You better go back to the squad.

I don't want you to
get in trouble with the lieut.

No. I'm staying with you.
You need guidance.

If that picture was supposed to spook
him, it sure as hell is taking its time.

If he's our man,
it's gonna do its job.

I don't understand
why we just don't grab him.

- What for?
- Well, we tell him we think he's a fruiter.

I got an idea.

It may sound crazy, but...

No, seriously.
There's absolutely no danger to it.

All you have to do is call a man on the telephone
and say that your name is Marsha Macklin...

and that you're worried
about Gus.

It all sounds very corny
and against the law.

Honey, I am the law.

Well, what's in it for me?

Somethin' about you nurses...

really turns me on.

You do this for me, and I'll buy you
the best French dinner in this town.

You don't even have to pay for it.
All you have to do is show up and eat it.

You've gotta be kidding.

You were the very first one
that I thought of.

Why?

'Cause I thought
it might turn ya on.

It smells good around here.

I just don't understand it.
All the man did was come home to his house.

Now, how's that possibly
gonna help our side?

He's scared.

He's hiding in his house.
He needs one more jolt.

Well, I'm not convinced.
Maybe you'd like to try.

I'm gonna have to face him,
let him see me.

It's the only way he's gonna know
he's still got troubles.

Yeah. And that's the only way that we may
get into trouble if he ain't our man...

or maybe get killed
if he is our man.

Christ, pal,
you are a barrel of fun.

I mean, we may have the shortest goddamn
partnership in the history of this business.

Look, do me a favor tonight.

Drop me first,
and then for God's sake...

don't do anything tonight,
Jake, please.

I got nurses to thank.
You know what I mean?

We're gonna be 10-98 from the run on...

I told his secretary
I wanted to talk about the Teresa thing.

She said he wasn't in.

He's in, and he saw me.

Christ. A regular scientist.

What do we do when we catch him?
Cite him for speeding?

We got nothing to take to the D.A.
Until he stops running and picks up a gun.

Where the hell is he?
Christ. Don't lose him now.

- He's in a panic, so he's running.
- Terrific.

We can tell the D.A. That we got a fruiter
that runs when he's chased.

Look out!

Playing games.
He's not in the car.

It's up to you, coach.

It's his move.
Let's just keep the pressure on.

Jesus.

Let's get out of here!

Hey. Where the hell
have you guys been?

The boss wants to see you guys right now.
Follow my drift?

Jake.

Jake, I got him. I found Elder.

You... You know. "Vielder."
The guy the killer's supposed to look like.

Terrific.

A little late.

Thanks, Mike.

Jake.

What do you want me
to do with the guy?

Geez.