All language subtitles for The Alfred Hitchcock Hour S01E32 Death of a Cop 1080p

- Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen.

Welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock
Hour.

My part of the program this
evening

is, as usual, remote.

In all my travels, I
don't know of any object

which has been more perplexing.

This would appear to be an
excellent place

for a picnic.

This is solid salt.

Rather a lot of it.

I expected to see another
one marked pepper.

There is another one nearby

but instead of being
marked salt and pepper,

they are labeled his and hers.

I would appear to be
introducing a biblical drama

but such is not the case.

Tonight's play is a modern tale

of two policemen, a father and
son

called Death of a Cop.

It is a story of revenge.

It begins in one minute.

- Aren't you even gonna
ask me what time it is?

- No.

- You bug me, boy.

Eight days we've been on this
stakeout.

You haven't opened your mouth
once.

It's not normal.

- What would you like me to say?

- Say your back side hurts.

Say you're bored.

Ask when your relief's coming on

or if you can have a cup of
coffee

or tell me about your love life.

- I wouldn't give you the
satisfaction

of admitting to you that my back
side

aches like a sore tooth,
that I am bored stiff

and I'd give my right
leg for a cup of coffee

so don't try to make me.

- How long's the old bag
gonna stand there anyway?

I ain't built for waiting.

- You're going to wait, Sammy
boy.

- Okay.

Okay.

Give me a cigarette, will you?

- When was the last time
we went fishing together?

- On my eighth birthday.

- Let's go again.

- Yes.

How about Saturday?

We've got a couple of days off

and a lot of catching up to do.

- Yeah.

Philip.

- Yes, dad.

- What made you come back to me?

After all those years, I--

- Well I guess it was partly

because mother was always
pushing me

in the other direction and
trying

to make me into something I
wasn't.

- Yeah, that's what broke up our
marriage.

- Yeah, I remember.

She was always fighting
you to quit the force.

Well anyway, when I couldn't be

what she wanted me to be, she'd
get mad

and she'd say Philip,
you're just like your father

and then one day I decided that,

well, that that wasn't a bad
thing.

- All right now.

Just as soon as she gets clear.

- Having something to
shoot for helped all right.

Look.

Six o'clock Saturday morning,
huh?

- Six o'clock Saturday morning.

- Good.

Dad.

- Car 87.

Car 69 calling car 87.

- This is car 87.

Go ahead, Reardon.

- I think we've caught our bird,
Singer.

It's Wong's Liquor Store on
Phelps Street.

We're going in.

- Be right with you.

- Keep your hands still,
mister, don't move.

- Here we go.

- All right, hold it!

- All right, all right, I heard
you.

- Hey, chowder.

- All right, freeze!

- Take him!

- What'd make him do a
crazy thing like that?

I could've killed him.

- Just like I figured, Phil.

He's a ...

These boys ... deadly

caught off from supply of
heroin.

You watch out for 'em
like you would for cobras.

- You know this one?

- Yeah, his name's Sammy
Garrison.

His old man used to think he'd

be in prison some day.

- Any luck with Sammy Garrison?

- Nothing.

You and Phil get anything
out of this other kid?

- Yeah, nice bunch of
obscenities.

Nothing new or original though.

- No, they don't remember
any other robberies.

They don't remember
Herbie Lane or his gang

and they never bought
heroin from a ...

- Could you get anything out of
'em

on Gabby Donovan?

- No, nothing.

- Put Malloy and Garrison
in the lineup tomorrow.

I wanna make a definite on as
many

of these robberies as we can.

Oh, Phil.

- Yes sir?

- That was a nice piece of work
tonight.

You'd have been justified
in killing Garrison

but I'm glad you were able

to handle the situation without
it.

- Oh, I wasn't in any really
danger, sir.

- Good.

I hope you won't be the next
time but don't count on it.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Hey.

Well.

How about that?

- Look, don't let your head
get too big for your hat.

Finish that report.

I don't wanna do it myself
tomorrow.

- It's finished.

- Well what are we
hanging around here for?

- I don't know.

- Good night, Ed.

- Good night, Ed.

- Good night.

First time in seven
years he said good night

and smiling.

Old thunderhead is getting
soft as a marshmallow

since that kid of his
turned up around here.

- Well I hope it warms up by
Saturday.

- Well, the weatherman said it
will.

If he's lying, I'll throw the
book at him.

Phil, I think I'll go over to
Eva's

and get something to eat.

What about you?

- Well, I think I'll go and
have some breakfast with mom.

- Still trying to keep her
happy, huh?

- Well, I guess I just
feel a little sorry for her

but that's not gonna change our
plans any.

- Okay son.

I'll be seeing you.

- Good night.

- Hi Lee, Rafferty.

- Hi Paul.

- Hello Eva.

Trenker.

What is this, the only game in
town?

- It's the only game I
know won't be raided.

I hear the Reardon's did
pretty good tonight, huh?

- Now let him tell it, Trenk,

can't you see he's busting his
buttons?

- He's happy as a clam.

The only time old thunderhead
used

to smile in the old days was
when he

was snapping the cuffs on
somebody.

- Deep down underneath, I'm
really a very sweet person.

- Oh sure.

I found that out the first
time you arrested me.

The game was five card stud and
the pot

was a lousy eight dollars and 72
cents.

- Well we were both young again.

What was it the last time?

- Close to 400.

I'm coming up in the world.

Not very far.

But I'm afraid you'll
never be able to reform me.

- You're a rotten gambler,
Trenker,

and I use the word advisedly.

But you've never mugged an old
lady,

you've never sold heroin to
kids,

you never stomped anybody to
death just for the fun of it.

In my book, that makes you
a scholar and gentleman.

How's the lasagna?

- Indigestible if you're
gonna sleep on it.

Rita, he'll have a couple
of poached eggs on toast.

- Yeah, thanks.

- You're welcome.

Now tell us what happened.

- Well sir.

Phil got a special commendation
from the lieutenant.

- Oh, that's wonderful.

- Thought Kirby said not to use
that thing

unless you had to.

- Chico's been squawking loud

'cause I raised the price on
him.

Now if we can't talk some sense
into him.

- Hey Box, dock the thing, will
you?

We got company.

- Hello Freddie.

Boxer.

You boys waiting for someone?

- Yeah.

- Who?

- Why, Jocko Hanlin.

- I see, you going to a
party or is this business?

- Man, it's a party.

Like they got beer and broads.

Hey, you wanna come?

- No thanks.

You're awfully quiet, Boxer.

- Look, Reardon, I register
regularly

with my parole officer.

I'm gainfully employed with
the Lane Bottling Company,

a legitimate business.

I'm as clean as your mother's
wash.

- Well I'm glad to hear it,
Boxer.

Then you won't mind if I have a
look

inside the car.

Get out.

- Hey, what is this, a roust?

- Hey Jocko, he wants
to shake down the car.

- Wait a minute, now wait a
minute.

Look, Reardon, I heard you
already

made one hit last night.

What are you trying for, a
record?

- He's ambitious.

He wants to make
lieutenant the first year.

- Well his old man ain't made it
yet.

Even the other cops can't stand
him.

But he's nicer than his old
man, aren't you, Reardon?

- Get out, Boxer.

- Look, Reardon, nobody made any
trouble

around here so why don't you
just take off

and do whatever you were gonna
do, huh?

You're off duty, man, so relax.

Take it easy, don't strain
yourself.

- Shut up, Freddie.

Boxer, out.

- Why don't you make me,
Reardon?

- No, no.

Come here, you.

- You guys must be all hopped
up.

You know the penalty for
interfering with an officer?

- Interfering?

Like man, what's that?

- Why officer, we just picked
you up when you stumbled.

- Yeah, give you back your
gun when you dropped it.

- Now Freddie, we don't wanna
have anybody

say that we were interfering
with the law, do we?

- Man, I'm hep.

- Well the man wants
to look inside the car.

Let's let him look inside the
car.

- Why sure.

We'll have a nice drive around.

A friendly little talk.

Now you'd like that,
wouldn't you, Reardon?

- Hey, that's crazy, man, that's
wild.

- You guys are out of your head.

You must be.

Where's Herbie Lane?

- Don't you worry about Herbie.

Get in.

- Now you're starting to bug me,
Reardon.

So get in the car, get in there!

- Hey, one Reardon was enough
for this precinct, man.

I mean, nobody living could
put up with two of 'em.

- Well unfortunately, the
choice isn't yours, Boxer.

Herbie Lane doesn't run this
precinct.

- Your daddy should've told you
the facts

of life, boy.

- Now listen, boy.

At least six people saw
you force me into this car.

If anything happens to me,
you're just

signing your own death warrant.

- You're breaking my heart.

Your daddy just shouldn't
have turned you loose

all by yourself.

- You see, what Jocko
means is we got a lot

of good people around us on
Blake Street.

They mind their own business,
they don't get nosy,

they never talk about what
their neighbors are doing.

- Like three monkeys, you know?

No see, no hear, no speak.

- Yeah, I know.

- So you see, Reardon, we
can do just about anything we

want to with you.

- Well if you're smart,
you'll let me out of here.

- Not yet, copper.

We got things to talk about.

You see, if you was to
get off on the wrong foot

in this precinct, you could wind
up

in real big trouble, man.

- We're trying to help you,
Reardon.

Like why do you think
we're being so nice to you,

driving you around?

- Thanks.

- You wanted to
take a look around this car?

Take a good look.

Now do you see anything that
was worth all that trouble?

- No, I don't see anything,
Boxer.

- What made you think
you

was gonna see anything anyway?

- Thought maybe he'd hidden
something

under the seat down there.

- And now you figure you
made a little mistake, huh?

- Maybe I did.

Maybe he just dropped a book of
matches

and was picking 'em up, huh?

- Hey, who's a smart cop?

- He got smart real fast, didn't
he?

I got this thing about cops,
Reardon.

I just don't like 'em.

I don't like especially those
who don't

know when to quit.

- I think I know when to quit,
Boxer.

Right now I'll prove it to you.

I'll give you guys a break.

- A break he's gonna give us.

What kind of break, cop?

- You're coming to the tunnel

which means you'll be
across the state line

in a few minutes.

- So what?

- So if you take me across
the state line, Jocko,

that's a federal wrap,
kidnapping.

- Hey, what are you doing,
Freddie?

- I don't want
the feds on my tail, man.

- All right, boys.

We've had our drive and we've
had our talk

and I get your message loud and
clear

so what do you say we call it a
day, huh?

Just stop the car and I'll get
out.

- Smart cop.

Just a little too smart.

You just made me remember
something.

Oh, you're a real smart cop.

You almost got away with it.

- Yeah, Box, but he said that
if--

- Sure he said, Freddie.

But you never heard of
the little Lindbergh law,

did you, Freddie?

You don't have to take a
man across the state line,

do you, Reardon?

All you gotta do is get him into
a car

and ride him just half a block
where he

don't wanna go, right?

That's the big break he was
gonna give us.

- Yeah, I thought he
chickened out too fast.

- Get him out here, Jocko.

- This'll make old man Reardon
wish he'd never been born.

- You were right.

I had a gun under the seat.

Guys on parole, they're not
allowed

to have guns, are they?

And no one's allowed to have
three ounces

of heroin taped to his car.

You should've run along
when Freddie told you to.

- Indications are he was shot
once

in a kneeling position.

Then three shots in the back.

- Like an execution.

- We don't know yet where it
happened.

- Oh.

Paul.

You killed him.

You killed him.

I tried to hold him, to keep him
safe,

and he wouldn't listen to me.

If it hadn't been for you--

- Please, control yourself.

- Paul, it's your fault.

You killed him, Paul.

You killed him.

You killed him and it's your
fault!

- Reardon.

Reardon, you okay?

You okay?

- I'm okay.

Give me a cigarette.

Thanks for being here.

Phil was on his way to his
mother's place.

He always took the subway to
Blake Street

and he got the bus from there.

I don't think he ever made the
bus.

I think on the way he
happened on to something,

something that to him, at
first, didn't seem dangerous.

He wasn't just shot down.

He was disarmed and then he was
executed

and a thing like that isn't done

to men in a panic and isn't
done by just one man alone.

- Herbie Lane's gang?

- It's his territory.

- Lane's never gone this far
before.

Maybe he thinks he's big enough
now.

- Even if Lane
didn't have anything

to do with it, he probably knows
who did.

Nothing much happens around here

without Lane knowing about it.

Not that it's likely
to be much help to us.

- Well he was young, he
had a lot of confidence.

He'd probably go into something
alone

where an older man would've
waited.

- Wait a minute, Paul.

You're going with Sam.

- You mean he'll run the show?

- For now.

- You wanna give me a reason?

- Because I know how you feel,

because I don't want
you to get into trouble

and I don't want the department

to get into trouble either.

Is that a good enough reason or
shall I

take you off the case entirely?

- Whenever you're ready.

- Well don't ride me, Reardon.

We're all trying our best.

- Good morning.

It's more comfortable up in my
office.

- Down here will do, Herbie.

- Suit yourself.

Hey George, they wanna talk down
here.

Tough luck, Reardon.

I was sorry to hear about the
news.

- What am I supposed to say,
Herbie?

Thank you?

- Good morning, gentlemen.

- Morning Chaney.

Legal talent lined up
so early in the morning?

You worried about something,
Herbie?

- You bet your life I'm worried.

Somebody catches colds in
this precinct, I get the wrap.

I called George the minute I
heard the news on the radio.

- I'm here to see that my
client's rights are respected.

- We try to observe all the
amenities.

- Yeah, I know you cops.

Something happens to one of
you's,

the rest of you's go bird's eye.

Yeah, well I don't want no
trouble.

What do you wanna know?

- You know anything about
the death of Philip Reardon?

- Nothing, so help me.

- Mind telling me what you were
doing

at five o'clock this morning?

- I was upstairs asleep in my
apartment.

- Well did anything happen
here while you were sleeping?

- I didn't hear nothing.

- Where were your boys this
morning?

- At work in the plant.

- That must be a change for
them.

Get 'em over here.

- What time did Herbie call you,
Chaney?

- Right after the eight o'clock
news.

- Yeah?

I thought might be a little
earlier,

say, sometime after five.

- Called me at eight o'clock,
Reardon.

- I don't care about that.

Tell them to get down here on
the double.

- You sure you didn't get the
councilor

underpanic call?

- Hey, why should I?

- Because a cop killing is big
trouble.

An organization doesn't like big
trouble

at the executive level.

What'd the old man say about it,
Herbie?

- Hey, you know something?

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

- Mr. Lane is engaged in
a legitimate business.

- Save it, councilor.

You're not in the court room
now.

We know who pays your salary.

- Well what are you guys made up
for?

- Mr. Singer, these men are
employees

of the Lane Bottling Company.

- Oh, we know all about
that too, Mr. Chaney.

Sit down, boys.

- There all yours, Singer.

- In order to keep Mr. Chaney
happy,

I'll inform you that we're
investigating the murder

of Detective third class Philip
Reardon

which occurred between five
and eight o'clock this morning.

Now can you give us any
information bearing on this?

All right.

Start with you, Boxer.

Where were you between five
and eight o'clock this morning?

- Oh, I was right here.

You see, I gotta come in
early, I load the trucks.

- Sure, sure.

Who was working with you?

- Freddie Arnolds, Jocko here,

Pete Sampson, Al Jeffries.

- What do you think, Paul?

- They're lying.

The act they put on for us was
too good.

- The pressure seems
to be on from upstairs.

Chaney wasn't here just to see
if we

weren't gonna beat up on the
boys.

Well, the organization
may just be going out

of its way to avoid even
the appearance of evil.

- You can believe that if you
want to.

I've been watching their
faces and I say they're lying.

And I can't touch 'em.

- Paul, we'll need more than
expressions

to take it to court.

Feel up to questioning the
neighbors?

- Singer, I don't have one other
thing

in the world to do.

- I see we are at the halfway
point.

I also see a local station
ahead.

Welcome to the Alfred
Hitchcock Hour, part two.

If you wish a summary of the
first half,

I suggest you watch the
next minute closely.

- Page six.

When a story gets back
to page six, it's dead.

- How long is this gonna be?

Three weeks now you're after me.

- You could stop it right now.

- Look, Mr. Reardon, I told you.

How many times have I told
you I didn't see anything?

Look, I'm a decent man.

I got to live with hoodlums
but I'm a decent man.

If I see a cop in trouble, I--

- Wait a minute, where was he in
trouble?

On the street over there?

- I didn't say that.

I only said if I see a cop
in trouble, I call for help.

I'm busy now, I have a lot
of prescriptions to fill, I--

- Did you ever meet my son?

- No.

- Then how would you know he was
a cop?

He was new in this precinct, he
was alone.

He was heeled.

If you saw a young man with a
gun

having trouble over there,
you wouldn't think cop.

You'd think he was just another
hoodlum

being worked over and
you'd do what you always do

when the Lane gang starts
something,

you'd go in your back room and
you'd hide.

- Look, I told you that--

- You wouldn't know he
was a cop until later

and even then, you might not
talk to us

though nobody warned you not to.

Don't you understand
he was working for you?

You.

For the decent people.

- I'm sorry your son was killed.

I had a son too.

He died in Korea.

My wife and I, we got
nothing more left to give.

I have to go to work now.

- I'll be back.

Hard day at the plant, Boxer?

- Nah, this is my day off.

- Enjoy it.

Hello Freddie.

You're off too, I see.

- You always around, Reardon?

Seems like every time I come out
the door,

I fall over you.

- I like this neighborhood.

It's quiet and peaceful.

In fact, the quietest place
in the whole precinct.

Imagine, three whole weeks
without one bit of trouble.

- So give us a gold star.

- Maybe the old man's handing
them out.

It's a bitter world, isn't it,
Boxer?

Generally, you walk
around here like a giant

but when the old man cracks his
whip,

you drag your belly on the
ground

just like the common folk.

Must've cracked it real
good three weeks ago.

- Hey, do us a favor, would you,
Reardon?

Don't worry about us.

- I'm not.

I'll see you around.

- Buenos tardes, Senora
Dominguez.

Como estas.

- You know, Boxer, if he
keeps pushing like that,

somebody's liable to crack.

- Yeah.

Well, Chaney's got the answer to
that

and it's being taken care of
right now.

- What's
sneak in the back door?

Look, I told Reardon the
same thing I told you.

I don't know anything.

I keep on telling him but I
can't stop him

from coming in here.

Geez.

- Now look at that, it
slipped right out of my hands.

I ought to be careful.

You've got your whole life
savings tied up in these things.

That's why I'm gonna help you.

- What do you mean?

- Relax.

Relax there, will you?

You know, I learned a new word
today.

It's harassment.

It means like when a cop is
really bugging you, you dig?

Cops aren't supposed
to do things like that

to law abiding types like you.

You got your rights, you know?

I tell you what you do.

You get on that phone there

and you call the precinct
station

and you tell the lieutenant to
get his boy

off your back or you're
gonna scream for a lawyer.

- Yes, yes, I'll do that.

I'll do that right away.

- No comprendo!

No comprendo!

- I'm sorry, Reardon.

- Tough luck, man.

- No trouble, I didn't see your
son.

- Nothing, nothing, didn't see.

- Didn't see your son.

- Nothing, nothing, didn't see.

- Didn't see your son.

- Who killed your son, cop?

- Killed your son.

- Killed your son, killed your
son.

- Killed your son.

- Who killed your son, cop?

- You killed him, you killed
him!

- Dad, dad, help me.

Help me, dad, help me.

- Kind of a stranger around here
lately.

- Yeah, I've been spending all
my time

down on Blake Street.

You.

You love me that much, Eva,
that you sit up all night

just on the off chance I
might want a cup of coffee.

- Don't flatter yourself,
I've always been a night owl.

- You shouldn't waste your time
on me.

- It's my time, Paul.

I'll do with it what I want.

Case isn't going so well, is it?

- Dying on its feet.

The law says you gotta have
evidence.

The law also says that
I'm harassing citizens

if I try to get something.

Mills came down on me hard
today.

It's time to forget about Blake
Street

and work on another theory.

Killer sits and drinks
his beer and laughs at me.

- Oh Paul, you've been hurt.

You wanna hurt something back, I
know,

but are you sure you're
not just kidding yourself

holding on to this Lane thing

because nothing else has turned
up?

- Wait a minute, I've just been
through all that with Mills.

What do you think I am
after all these years,

an amateur?

Listen to me, those people
down on Blake Street

are scared to death of me.

They sweat blood even
if I say hello to them.

If they're not hiding anything,

what do they got to be afraid
of,

either from me or from the Lane
gang?

Under the law, there's
not one blessed thing I

can do about it but wait and
hope

that maybe, maybe, someday
something will break

and I'll get a witness who'll
testify

and that's not good enough, not
for Phil.

And not for me either.

- You're letting hate
get the better of you.

- What am I supposed to do?

Love the man who butchered my
son?

- Well no, but don't let
him destroy you too, Paul.

Oh, I know you feel like
you've lost everything

but you haven't.

- I told you not to waste your
time.

I'm sorry.

Good night.

- Paul.

Paul, you've been a cop all your
life.

Don't forget it now.

- Yeah, I've been a cop all my
life.

I can't bring in the guy
that killed my own soon.

- You've got a delivery
to make tonight, Boxer.

Three ounces to Holland on the
south side.

Freddie and Jocko, make the pick
up.

They're gonna go along with you

to make sure there's no trouble
about the payment this time.

- Who needs 'em?

I can take care of Holland
myself.

- Yeah, well.

- Cops, Reardon, Singer,
whole bunch of them.

Looks like trouble.

- Take it easy.

Keep your mouth shut.

Don't let 'em shake anything out
of you.

- Kirby, but what about this--

- Hold it right where you are.

You're under arrest.

Lee, go check the plant.

- May I see the warrant?

- Sure, there's warrants for
everybody.

I'll pass 'em around.

No, you do it, Singer.

I wouldn't want them to be able
they

hadn't been legally served.

- Yeah.

What's the charge?

- Threatening a police officer

in the performance of his duty.

- What?

- Conspiracy to obstruct
a homicide investigation.

Suspicion of illegal
possession of firearms.

Intimidating an officer.

- Oh wow, Herbie, he
must be out of his skull.

- Now wait a minute, Reardon,

who's this cop that's been
obstructed

and threatened, you?

- I'm assuming you gave
the orders, Herbie.

If you didn't, you ought
to keep a closer eye

on your boys.

- Framing, it's a lousy--

- Shut up, Jocko, shut up.

Herbie, we never even touched
him.

Never.

- Yeah.

Okay boys, there's no trouble.

Let's go.

- Singer, I want you to
take this place apart

and I want you to shake down
every one

of these addresses.

- The whole gang?

- The whole gang.

You look for anything you can
pin on them

and especially, you
look for a 45 automatic

that might've shot my son in the
back.

- Well that was a wasted day.

I never saw such slicked up
pads.

- The word must've gone out
to them a long time ago.

Avoid even the appearance
of evil I think you said.

I suppose the gun was safe at
the bottom

of the river five minutes
after Phil was killed.

- The lieutenant's still here.

He's probably waiting for a
report.

- Yeah, probably.

- Reardon.

Well?

- Nothing.

- I'm sorry about that, I'm
really sorry.

All right, Chaney, here's
Reardon.

You talk to him.

- In regard to this alleged
threat--

- Skip the legal phraseology.

- Do you have any witnesses,
Reardon?

- Where would I get witnesses?

Where are the witnesses
to the murder of my son?

The Lane gang took care of that.

There are never any
witnesses on Blake Street,

Chaney, you know that.

- Then you're in trouble

because my clients can prove
they

never saw you on the
night that you claim they

threatened you with great bodily
harm.

- How do you mean they
can prove it, Chaney?

The usual round robin alibi?

Sure.

So it's my word against theirs.

- You take your word into court,
Reardon,

and I'll crucify you.

I could enter suit against you
now

for false arrest.

- Do us that little
favor, will you, Chaney?

Reardon has an unblemished
record

of 30 years to dedicated
service.

The son of a police officer
was brutally murdered.

I'd like to see how much
public sympathy you'd get

for that gang of clients.

- Mr. Lane understands that
Reardon

has been under severe nervous
strain.

In fact, so severe that
perhaps his judgment

is, shall we say, clouded?

In view of this, my clients are
willing

to forgo punitive action

if Reardon would withdraw his
charges.

- Well?

- I'd like to hear what Boxer
and Freddie

really think of Lane's humane
attitude.

I'll withdraw the charges.

- Very well.

Let me warn you.

Don't try this again.

- Go home, Chaney.

- Did you swear out a false
warrant?

- I won't lie to you, Tom.

I tried something that didn't
work.

I think it's time I gave this
back to you.

- I wouldn't believe it, Paul.

What happened to you?

- I don't know.

What does happen to a man after
30 years?

- I suppose you stopped being a
cop

and became simply a human being

trying to avenge his son.

- Maybe.

Maybe I spent too much
time on Blake Street

looking at fear, it made me
a little sick at my stomach.

I couldn't promise
those people protection,

I knew I couldn't.

I got to wondering why
Philip or any other cop

should die when the law
keeps us in handcuffs

and leaves people at the mercy
of men

like Boxer Shaw and Freddie
Arnold.

Thanks for standing by me with
Chaney.

Bye Tom.

- Wait a minute.

You're not fooling me, Paul.

You're not gonna let this thing
drop.

Our law may be inadequate and
faulty

but it's all the law we've got

and don't think you can step
outside of it

and get away with it.

- I'll be careful.

Thanks.

Tell Trenker to call me when he
comes in.

- Why all the sweat to see
Trenker?

- I told you I wanna favor from
him.

Look, Eva, I'm going on home
now.

If Trenker does show up,

will you tell him to come by?

It's urgent.

- Paul, you're a fool.

You're throwing your life away.

- Eva, I'm sorry you don't
approve of what I'm doing.

I can't help it.

- Oh, what's the use?

I can't get through to you.

If I see Trenker, I'll tell him.

- Tough cop.

- Not so tough without his
badge.

- News travels fast, doesn't it?

- Oh, just about nothing gets by
us.

- Except you don't know who
killed my son.

- That's right, we don't know.

You see, we don't kill cops.

Not even ex-cops.

We're about to prove
that to you right now.

- We don't want you to leave the
force

with a lie on your conscience.

You said we threatened
you with great bodily harm

so be our guest.

- What's the matter, Trenk?

You look a little green.

- I'm not the physical type.

You're lucky they didn't kill
you.

- Herbie can't stand that
kind of trouble just now.

- You gotta have 'em hauled in.

- Listen to more alibis?

I don't got the time.

- Okay.

What'd you wanna see me about?

- I want a stake out on a man.

Here's his address.

I need a place where I
can hold up for a while

and watch him.

I can't look for him
myself because the man

knows who I am.

Besides, the neighborhood is too
close

to Blake Street where everybody
knows me.

If I was seen around there, the
man

would know he's being watched.

Now if you can find me a place,

I can slide in there
at night and stay there

until I found out what I wanna
know.

Will you do that?

Get to groceries too.

- You know, you were less
trouble when you were a cop.

Who is the guy, Reardon,

just in case he might know me
too?

- Oh, you wouldn't know this
one.

Not unless you've been slumming,
Trenk.

His name is Gabby Donovan.

And that was Donovan,
Lane's money messenger boy.

Pure heroin delivered
right to your door step.

We know that, Trenk,

and we know he's supplying
Herbie Lane

but so far, we've never been
able

to get enough on him for a legal
search.

- But you're a free man now.

You don't have to bother
with all that red tape.

- It's taken me almost a month
cooped up

in this place but I know
what the pattern is now.

He should bring in the next
shipment

in about three days.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Who is it?

- Police!

Open up, Donovan.

- All right, I hope
you guys got a warrant.

- That good enough for you.

- Hey, Reardon!

cop anymore.

Done playing games of searching,
seizure.

- All right, all right!

All right, lay off, will you?

I'll tell you where the stuff
is.

- Lane speaking.

Reardon?

- Did you hear from Donovan?

- Hey Reardon, that stuff's
worth a quarter million dollars.

What are you trying to do?

- You can get it back.

- Yeah, what I gotta pay for it?

- You give me one man, Herbie,

the man who killed my son.

- I told you before, I don't
know who!

- Then you'd better find out
pretty quick.

How long you think it'll be

before the old man hears about
this?

He might even consider
replacing you, Herbie.

- Wait a minute, Reardon,
I gotta think about this.

I gotta think.

- What is there to think about?

A quarter of a million
dollars and your neck

against one cheap,
easily replaceable hood.

- Yeah, when a cop turns rotten,

he really goes all the way,
don't he?

- Herbie, don't you know a good
cop

can beat you and your
boys at your own game

any day of the week?

How about it, Herbie?

- All right.

Boxer's the one you want.

- Boxer?

- Yeah, I guess I can afford to
spare him.

- Boxer.

You send him and one of the men
here,

10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

We make the swap even.

- Okay, Reardon.

What's the address?

- Door's unlocked, come
in.

- Hey Reardon, cool it!

Like Boxer wasn't an easy
guy to set up, you know,

he had his own ideas.

But you got your end of the
deal.

Where's the stuff?

Come on, make it snappy, man.

This is gonna be a beehive
in a couple of minutes.

- Lane really think he's
gonna get that heroin back?

Should've gone to the police.

- What?

- Get out of here!

- He crossed you, Herbie!

He sent the stuff to the cops!

- Paul Reardon.

Trenker, did you see what
happened?

- Yeah.

I saw him do it.

- Can't find his gun.

- Oh.

Oh, now I see why he
asked me to wait out here.

He wanted to make sure
there was a witness,

one that would talk.

He said he waited a long time

but now he was going fishing.

He meant the trip that
he and Philip never made.

is not a happy one.

I believe it is time to be on my
way.

However, I shall take just one
glance back

at the city.

I understand it's beautiful.