All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s07e21 The People vs. Orville Wright.eng

You're under arrest
for the murder of Marty Shay.

There must be some mistake.

Just explain to me how you kept
your head in three tours in Vietnam,

and then got somehow momentarily
confused into confessing murder.

Somehow,
I don't think those guys

are gonna be too thrilled
to see us.

Freeze! Police!

How could you lose him?

I just got distracted,
that's all.

You're his friend. Start him
talking about what really happened.

They're on the trail of
the gun? I can't tell you.

Ice Pick's dead.

Ice Pick's not dead.
He's not dead.

Step back!
Step back!

A reflex,

you know, like in basketball, when
everyone's fighting for the rebound.

I know. I'm fine.
I'm okay. Really.

Look, I'm going to have to insist
that you go in and have that looked at.

It's fractured, I just know it.
A hairline fracture. I'm fine.

Riegert... This could
look very bad on my record.

I mean, I'm not supposed to
go around breaking noses...

I'm not going
to file a report...

Mr. Magnum, wait a second.
I'm only worried about you...

It was an accident.
Even the slightest...

In the heat of the moment... Lieutenant,
I got the evidence for you to take...

Hey, get back here...
Ow!

All right. That's it.
You're going in.

Sergeant. Get him into the
ambulance now. No, I'm fine.

Excuse me, excuse me.
All right, I'm going.

Hey, I gotta talk to you. Then it's
gonna have to be in the ambulance.

I'm a little busy right now.
It can't wait.

I'll talk to you when I
get home. Oh, no, you don't.

Excuse me.

The report.

I forgot to have him
sign the report.

I don't believe that guy.
Thank you.

He just banged
right into me. Twice.

Once in the ribs
and once in the nose.

I guess they let anybody into
the police academy these days.

You try getting steamrollered by somebody
who's supposed to be on your side.

What did you
want to talk to me about?

Come on, Rick.
You got something to say.

What's wrong?

I knew something like this
was going to happen.

Something like what?
What's going on?

What did you think
was going to happen?

About what?
You know.

No, I don't know.

About where you get your...

You know, your tip.

What are you talking about?

I knew, I just knew I never should
have helped you in that direction.

Look at all the trouble
that we got into now.

Ice Pick? Are you talking
about... Shh, quiet.

What's the matter with you? Why don't
you just blab it to the whole world?

I mean, haven't you caused
enough damage already?

Back it up a little bit. Yeah, that's good.

Okay, I'll get the doors.

Rick,

is something going on with Ice
Pick? Well, what do you think?

You go around telling everybody
where you get your information.

I didn't tell anybody. Why don't
you just shut up and listen for once?

Marty Shay happens to be the highest
paid hit man on the West Coast,

and it just so happens that he shows up
on the same day you made your big bust.

A bust which you made because of certain
information from a certain friend of mine.

Now he's a marked man.

Let me tell you something,
Thomas,

Marty Shay doesn't give up
until the job is done.

Come on, you're jumping
to all kinds of conclusions.

Yeah, well, do me a favor, just
don't ask for my help anymore.

Rick, wait, come on.
Will you wait a minute?

Okay, sure,
Rick was upset.

I could understand that.

I'd probably done the same
thing myself one time or another.

I mean, you misread the
situation, jump to conclusions.

It happens.

The important thing
was to show Rick

that everything
was really all right.

And the best way to do that was
prove that Ice Pick was fine.

Which, I was sure,
was the case.

After all, the information he'd given
me in this instance was pretty trivial.

Hardly the kind of stuff
hit men are hired for.

And I was sure Ice Pick was spending
his day like he spent most other days.

Alone in his garden,
tending to his flowers.

The kid is like a son to me.
But when you make a mistake...

You gotta learn.

I told him
his finger will mend.

We playing poison?
Yeah.

Could have been worse. Could
have been his arm or his legs.

Or his...
Excuse me?

I'm looking for Ice Pick.
Mr. Hofstetler.

He isn't here.

Well, yeah, I can see that.
Do you know where he is?

Look, I'm a friend.

Well, more like
a friend of a friend.

I didn't mean to interrupt. I
just... I need to talk to him.

It's kind of important.
You can talk to me.

No, this is personal.

He send for you?

Not exactly.

I'll tell you what, I'll
leave him a note in the house.

Hey, what happened
to the other guy?

Would you believe it?
Not a scratch.

You're out. You're dead.

The hell you say.

You're dead.

Hello.
They're outside.

No, I'm looking for Ice Pick.

I'm a friend of his,
Thomas Magnum.

You're not with them?

No.

Sorry. It's just
they're driving me crazy.

I've got better things to do than
baby-sit Ice Pick's houseguests.

Like going over these tax
receipts from fiscal '86.

I'm sorry.
I didn't introduce myself.

Frank Foley.
Hi.

I'm his accountant.

What'll you have?

Nothing.

Do you know when he might be back? Who knows?

He invited all these people here
from New York, Chicago, Florida.

Then he takes a powder.

You walk into a door?

No, it's nothing.

You said you were
a business associate?

A friend.

Do you have any idea
where I could find him?

Listen, if I knew,
I'd be there.

If you run into him
before I do,

you tell him that
I'm not leaving this house

until I go over every one
of these tax receipts.

Got you, you sucker.

One of these days you'll
learn how to play this game.

I'll tell him.

What do you think
they talk about?

Hey, what is this?

You got three open bottles
behind the bar.

I told you,
open one bottle at a time.

How do you expect me
to keep an accurate inventory

if you're gonna
open a new bottle

for every customer
that asks for a drink!

We were busy,
and I got a little distracted.

Look, Carmella, if you can't handle
the job... It was just a little mistake.

It won't happen again.
Make sure it doesn't.

Hi, Carmella.
Hi, Thomas.

Another fight?
No, not another fight.

Rick,
I went to Ice Pick's house.

Nobody seems to know
where he is.

Rick, did you hear me?

Yeah, I heard you.

Well, have you talked to him?

Thomas, I don't think
that's any of your business.

Oh, come on, Rick,
look, if there's a problem...

There's no problem.

I'm kind of busy around here,
okay? So, I'll see you around.

Come on, Rick,
just listen to me.

The information Ice Pick gave
me was about a burglary ring.

Now even if they knew Ice Pick gave
me the information which they didn't,

and even if they were the kind to put
out a contract on him, which they weren't,

they wouldn't have had time
to do it.

Come on, Rick,
you yourself said

that Marty Shay arrived on the
Island before we even made the bust.

Well, I'm glad you got it
all figured out.

Exactly what is the meaning
of this?

Hi, Higgins.

I see you've been
beaten up again.

Exactly what
is the meaning of this?

It looks like
a purchase order.

For a very expensive shipment
of imported Margaux

which you were supposed
to pick up three hours ago,

and which has been left to rot
at Honolulu Harbor.

Something came up.

Something came up?

Sorry, gentlemen.

Sorry to bother you like this.

Look, Lieutenant.
I know it was an accident.

I have no intention
of filing a report,

so you can
tell Officer Riegert to relax.

I'm not here for Officer
Riegert. I'm here for Rick.

Sorry, Rick, I'm gonna have
to ask you to come with us.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Marty Shay.

Murder? That's impossible.

You have a right
to remain silent,

but if you give up the right
to remain silent,

anything you say, can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

Lieutenant,
there must be some mistake.

There's no mistake.
I did it.

I killed him.
I killed Marty Shay.

What in the world
happened to your nose?

No, Thomas, no.

And don't even ask.

I didn't come here
to ask for anything.

Oh, yeah, that's the way it always
starts. And then you start talking...

T. C... And then I'm saying,
"No, I really can't do that."

T. C...
And then before you know it,

I'm saying, "All right."

Well, this time,
the answer's, "No."

Are you finished?

No.

I'm not gonna come up
with some excuse

about how I had
a client waiting,

or a date or anything,

because I do, but
that's not the point.

The point is, I don't
have to run off with you

on any of your harebrained
schemes and get my nose like that.

I don't have to justify it,
I don't have to explain it.

All I have to do is say no.

Rick's in jail.

No!

I'm not sure
exactly what happened.

Rick's in jail.
Yeah.

Well, I knew someday
it would come to this.

Now what are you
talking about?

I mean, whatever
you would ask him to do,

he would do
without ever thinking

about the consequences
of getting caught.

I mean, it's all right for you to
take risks. That's your business.

He wasn't working for me.

Well, then what?

They said murder.

Murder?

Rick Orville Wright? Mur...
That's crazy.

Yeah, I know.

But he said he did it.

I'm gonna go over there and talk
to him, see what I can find out.

I just thought
you'd want to know.

Hey, you're serious,
aren't you?

You were terminated from the Admiralty
Club after 10 years of service.

May I ask why?

They weren't open to change.
The board of directors, I mean.

Change?

Oh, the club was like
some kind of throwback

to the days
of the British Empire.

It was stagnating.

You know what I mean.

How can you
attract new membership

with all that discipline
and no imagination?

Yes, indeed.

But I guess the
final blow came

when I attended the
board of director's meeting

and told them exactly how
anachronistic they all were.

What a remarkable
act of honesty.

And you see what it got me.

I guess most people
just can't stand the truth.

Precisely.

Thank you, Mr. Finch.

Confidentially, you're the
top candidate on my list.

I look forward to your meeting
our board of directors.

Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Who was that?

If it's any consolation, your injury
looks a little less ghastly today.

You're hiring a new manager?

The board of directors had an
emergency meeting last night.

They feel it is imperative to find a
replacement for Rick as soon as possible.

I guess they've never heard of the
concept of innocent until proven guilty.

Rick's innocence or guilt is not the
primary issue, at least at the moment.

The fact is, he's in jail.
No one knows for how long.

And I'm sure
that even you could see

that it would be
a trifle difficult

to manage a club
from a jail cell.

Once he's out on bail...

Oh, well, I don't think
he's gonna get out on bail.

He signed a full confession.

A good attorney can convince the
judge that he made it under duress.

And, of course, you can't be
convicted on a confession alone.

He won't hire an attorney.

He's representing himself?

Well, this kid in
the public defender's office,

he seems bright enough
and sincere, but

if he's found guilty...

I suppose we should look
at the remote possibility...

That he's guilty? Rick?

It's hard to say
what people will do

when someone they care about
is threatened.

If you're talking about when his
sister was killed, that's different.

He went off the deep end,
but she was family.

Which is, I believe,

how he characterizes his
relationship with Ice Pick.

Well...

I still don't see why the D.A.'s
office doesn't file formal charges.

They got a full confession.

Unless...

Thanks, Higgins. Good
luck with your interviews.

I believe I've found
the perfect candidate.

Of course,
it's impossible to predict

if the board of directors
will approve my choice.

Hi, your office said
I'd find you here.

Hi, what happened to you?

Oh, that's a long story.
Yes, I'd love to join you.

Oh, Thomas, listen, I'm sorry.
I'm finished and I'm late.

No court dates. I checked.

No, it's
a departmental meeting

before the big press
conference this afternoon.

Of course, my boss can't wait to
read about it in the morning paper.

"The D.A.'s Office
Cracks Down On Crime."

A lot of paperwork for us, a
lot of big headlines for him.

Why is it that they're never
around when you need them?

Be right there.

Besides, Thomas, I can't
talk to you. You know that.

What? What do you mean?

Oh, Rick. You can't talk about
Rick's case.

And you know that.

Carol... First of all, I'm
not even assigned to his case

for obvious reasons.
Do you think that I...

And secondly, I can't
tell you anything, anyway.

I know that. I know that.

Can I have some ones please?

Sure.
Thank you.

And you're not going to trick
me into it. I don't want to.

I would never try
and compromise your job.

Well...

I mean, I'm worried about him,
yeah. I'm real worried about Rick.

But I would never put you
in that kind of spot.

We both know how to separate
business and friendship.

Well, yeah.

Anyway, what can you tell me
I don't already know.

Besides his confession, I know
you've got Rick's fingerprints,

hair samples,

witnesses placing him at the
scene, that sort of stuff.

No, you don't know that.

You just want me
to say, "Yes" or "No,"

and then you'll have the
information. Well, forget it, Thomas.

Carol, I went to the apartment
where Shay was murdered.

I talked
to the officer on duty.

He gave me a rundown of
the evidence. Yeah. Oh.

I also know you don't have
a murder weapon,

otherwise you would have
filed murder one charges.

Listen, with this new
get-tough policy,

they're gonna file murder one
even if they don't find it.

You were guessing this time.

You didn't know about the gun.

You mean, no gun, don't you?

I mean, that you tricked me.

Well, I'm sorry, but I had to.

And how does it feel?
You do it to me all the time.

Besides, if they don't have
a murder weapon,

that means the charges could be
reduced to manslaughter or something.

Just don't be so sure you
know what you think you know.

What does that mean?
I can't tell you.

They're on the trail of
the gun? I can't tell you!

I know what you're
thinking, and you're right.

Carol hadn't really
told me anything.

But maybe what she hadn't
told me was what was important.

She hadn't told me
that the gun had been found.

Now, I didn't expect
that it would be,

but on the other hand,

if anybody was going to go to
Rick's house to look for it,

maybe that somebody
ought to be me.

What brings you here?

The D.A. Intends to show that Rick used
three weapons to gun down Marty Shay?

Yeah, I know
how you feel about Rick,

but I got to play it
by the book.

I've have a search warrant
for the murder weapon.

He wasn't killed
with an AK-47.

Whatever's relevant to
the case, I got to take in.

Come on, Lieutenant. Rick's
a collector. You know that.

He brought those back
from Vietnam.

But if you take them in, some
people could get the wrong idea.

Sorry, Magnum,
there's nothing I can do now.

You're his friend. Maybe you
can get him to listen to reason.

Start him talking about
what really happened.

They can't introduce
the weapons into evidence

since they have
no bearing on the case.

So, I think we plead guilty and
stand firm on our self-defense route.

Self defense?
Who's gonna buy self defense?

Let him talk, will you?
Anybody see him attack you?

Well, they don't
have to be witnesses...

Anybody hear him threaten you?

The burden of proof, of
course... Just shut up a minute.

Hey, wait a minute. The guy's
just trying to do his job.

With four witnesses
who saw you go in,

three who saw you go out,

fingerprints all over the place, you leave,

you throw your gun
in the ocean,

and wait for the cops
to come and pick you up.

And when they do, you confess.
That's your story?

It could've happened. And don't tell
me you were momentarily confused.

Just explain to me how you kept
your head in three tours in Vietnam,

got us through Bin Loc,

and then got somehow momentarily
confused into confessing murder.

Or don't you think the prosecution's
smart enough to bring any of that up?

Hey, don't take it serious.
He's just worried about you.

It's just the way he is.
You know that.

How did you get that mouse?

It's a long story.

Anything I can get you?
Some magazines?

Anybody you want me to call?

T. C.,

I ever tell you
about my kid sister?

He wasn't making much sense,
at least I thought he wasn't.

He was kind of rambling on
about what a good kid she was.

How she joined all the clubs,
never missed a day at school,

then he got to the part about
him stealing from the petty cash,

taking money
from the bake sale...

Yeah, Wendy would cover for
him because with his record,

they'd pack him off to
reform school until he was 25.

Almost verbatim.

Just like sending
Ice Pick to prison

would be the same
as a death sentence.

Yeah, even though
I'm not a big fan of his,

I still don't think
Ice Pick killed the guy.

Well, whether he did or not,
Rick believes it.

Look, maybe he witnessed it,
I don't know...

We've got to find him, T.C.

Maybe he's at his condo
in Maui.

His condo

with the unlisted
phone number.

I'll be airborne
in 20 minutes.

I'm gonna go back
and talk to his accountant.

Maybe he knows more
than he's letting on.

I'll call you from Maui.

You think
I was too hard on him?

Yeah, but you did
what had to be done.

Well, next time
I get to play good cop.

To tell you the truth,
I'm kind of glad you came back.

I don't know
who I should talk to.

Maybe I should have
trusted you yesterday.

Ice Pick is in trouble.

The guys
who were here yesterday?

No, no, no...
Those guys were his friends.

Maybe I should tell you
the whole thing.

There are some people that want
to set up some operation that

Ice Pick didn't want to get started here.

There were some threats
made on his life.

I mean,
nothing that he took serious.

You know, I asked him
to go to the police.

Anyway, that's why
he invited his friends in

to help dissuade
this other party.

Then he disappears.

I mean, I haven't seen him
since I talked to you yesterday.

And if anything's
happened to him,

These guys can just move in.

Who are these guys?

I'm just his accountant,
Mr. Magnum.

I mean, you know, he doesn't
tell me all the details.

Do you think
we should call the police?

Mr. Foley, excuse me,

this was delivered to you.

Thank you.

It's Ice Pick.

When I was seven years old,

I hit my first baseball
through my first window.

Actually,
it was my neighbor's window.

The neighborhood crank,
Mr. Dreeson.

Now, I knew my grandfather would explain
it to him and get me out of the jam.

But he didn't.

He told me
this was a good opportunity

to learn how to tell somebody
something you didn't want to.

That I'd have to learn how
to do that sooner or later.

And that if I just told the truth,
Mr. Dreeson would understand.

Mr. Dreeson
screamed at me for 20 minutes.

Hey, Thomas, you been
reading about Sid Fernandez?

No. He did even better in spring training

than he did in the Series.
Everybody's watching.

Rick...
You know,

it makes you feel proud,
huh? Local boy makes good.

The guys here look up
to him. That's important.

Sit down.

Rick...

Hey, look, Thomas,
don't get me wrong.

I appreciate everything you've
been trying to do for me.

But I don't want your help.

I mean,
it ain't too good in here,

but it ain't
the end of the world, either.

The chow ain't too great,
either, but compared to...

Rick, there's something important I mean,

I've got to tell you. We've been through
worse, right? Nothing lasts forever.

Ice Pick's dead.

I think you better quit
coming to see me.

Damn it, Rick,
Ice Pick's dead.

I don't believe you.

All right.

This was delivered to Frank
Foley, Ice Pick's accountant.

Foley doesn't know spit. He's
nothing but Ice Pick's money man.

Foley's already gone
to the police.

You don't have to protect
Ice Pick anymore.

Who says I was?
You did.

When you told T.C. That story
about your sister,

you as much as admitted it.

You'd do anything

to get me to say what you
want to hear, wouldn't you?

Anything at all to get me.
Even phony-up a photo.

Don't you think I know how they
do that? Rick, this isn't a trick.

I don't believe you.

Ice Pick's not dead.
He's not dead.

Rick.
Guard.

Open up.
Open the door. Guard!

Rick. Damn it, I'm not listening to you.

Open the door!
Damn it, open the door!

Guard!

Boy, I'll tell you. This job could
not have come at a better time.

Even this morning, my roommate
threatens to kick me out,

if I don't come up
with the grocery money.

Do you believe
the nerve of that guy?

Well, naturally, any final decision
will rest with the board of directors.

All guys?

Well, yes...

Kind of old guys?

Mature men. Yes.

That's good. That's good. You
don't have anything to worry about.

I've got this, kind of, I don't
know what, effect on old guys.

You know?

I'm quite certain
you'll have an effect on them.

Yeah, I don't know what it is. I think I
remind them of their daughters or something.

Have you any experience at all
in club management?

I was a night cashier at the Taco
House downtown for six months.

The night cashier?
Yeah.

Have you ever eaten
at the Taco House?

No, not that I recall.

Boy, you ought to be there
on a Saturday night.

The people we get in.

I imagine it's the same sort
of thing around here, you know.

People out looking to have a good
time, drinking a little too much.

And some guy makes a pass
at the wrong guy's wife

then you're in a fight and you
gotta take out the seltzer water.

Seltzer water?

You know,
the water in those tin cans.

I'll tell you something.

It works just as good
on humans as it does on dogs.

Indeed.
Yeah, absolutely.

You just take that
little nozzle, you know,

and you aim it
in a very strategic area.

Works every time.

I learned that from an ex-boyfriend
of mine. He was in the Navy.

I see.

Boy, you always come away
with something, don't you?

You know, I mean even if you
hate the guy when you break up

and then suddenly you think,
I learned that seltzer trick.

It wasn't such a total waste.

Yes, I see your point.

So, when do I start?

Well, actually,
there is one other candidate.

A guy.
As it happens.

I knew it. I just...

What is it with guys?
They get all the luck.

You know,
I don't think that's...

As I was about to say,

there was one other candidate, who up
until this moment was the top contender.

He's a boxer?

What? No.

Look, if you're
looking for someone

to be a bouncer, too
and a manager,

you gotta pay me
two salaries 'cause...

If I could finish...
Yeah, sure, go ahead.

Where was I?

You were talking about the guy
who was a top contender.

Quite.

After our interview today, I feel that you
are clearly the more qualified applicant.

All right.

I will arrange for a meeting
of our board of directors

at 10:00 a. M.,
tomorrow morning.

Well, I'll be there.

Look...

Look if you're ever
not doing anything

on a Saturday night or something, call me up.

We'll go to the Taco House,
my treat.

That's great.

Bye.

Ah, good for you.

That's great. All right.

I'll talk to you.

Are you beginning to think he did it? No.

If not for protection,
maybe for revenge.

You mean, knowing Ice Pick
was already dead?

I'm just asking.

Is that what the D.A.
Is going to say?

Thomas, I shouldn't even be seen talking to
you. Okay, I know, I know, I know, I'm sorry.

It's just I can't figure out why he's
holding onto that ridiculous story.

Maybe he doesn't really
believe Ice Pick is dead.

Well, then he's never
gonna tell me the truth.

Maybe you should
quit asking him.

You mean, stop trying
to get him out of jail?

No.

Just turn your focus
into another direction.

Maybe talk
to Ice Pick's friends.

The guys who came in
from the Mainland.

Well, they're already gone.
Walter Pigeon.

What?

A cogent note
about Walter Pigeon.

Not the actor.
My Cousin Raney's pet bird.

One summer, Walter got out
of the house onto the deck.

He would've flown away,

except there was a glass
partition he couldn't get through.

He kept trying and trying, but he
kept hitting up against the glass.

Now, two feet to the left and two
feet to the right, the partition ended.

But he couldn't see
the obvious.

That there was a glass wall
in front of him.

The difference between me
and Walter Pigeon was,

I had finally seen the wall that Frank
Foley had thrown up in front of me.

And I was taking two steps
to the left to get around it.

The test results for
gunpowder traces on your hands

and the ballistics tests on
your guns came back negative.

We're in good shape.

The gunpowder test
doesn't mean anything.

I washed my hands
when I was in Shay's room.

You're not giving me
much help here.

I'm not going to put you
on the stand.

If you want to sell yourself down
the river, that's your business.

But I'm going to conduct
the best case I know how.

Guard.

Guard.

Your attorney, I presume?

Hi, Higgins.

You can set your mind at rest.

I have retained the services of one
of Mr. Masters' finest attorneys.

I don't think so, Higgins.
But thanks anyway.

If it's the money that concerns
you, I have worked out a plan...

It's not the money. I don't
need your fancy lawyer.

Rick,

that young man was undoubtedly
a fine law student last year,

but if you'll forgive
my saying so,

you're going to need a lot
more than youthful enthusiasm

if you're going
to win this case.

No.

I said, no.

Hello, Frank.

Mr. Magnum.

What a surprise
to see you here.

You're on your way
to the police station?

Yeah, I was just going to but...
Something important came up?

It wasn't that important really,
but I thought I'd take care of it.

You know, I just heard
the funniest thing.

You forgot to mention to me

that Ice Pick signed over power
of attorney to you last week.

Well, I don't see what that
has to do with anything.

I don't suppose you were withdrawing
money from Ice Pick's account.

Magnum.

Hold it right there.

I've been chasing you all over
town. I need you to sign the report.

Riegert...
Will you come back here?

Not now.

Let go of me!

Help!

Freeze! Police!

My dress.

Here you are, ma'am.
Thank you.

Don't worry, Mr. Magnum.

We'll find that guy for you.
Whoever he is.

Riegert, please,
don't do me any more favors.

There's no way
we're gonna find this guy now.

A black car with a skirt
hanging out the back...

I know it's a long shot but...

How could you lose him?

I just got distracted,
that's all.

I'm going to circle back. Maybe we
could find something on the leeward side.

No wait.

Look.

Hold the stick.

Just good, old fashioned
investigative technique.

Maybe you could find a place
to set us down.

Yeah.

Well, now what?

We go in and have a talk.

Somehow,
I don't think those guys

are gonna be too thrilled
to see us.

Wait a minute.

He's alive.

Ice Pick's alive.

One last thought about Walter
Pigeon and the glass wall.

I'd always wondered
what would have happened

if old Walter had gone
around the glass partition

and found his freedom.

What would he
have done with it?

Maybe it was better that he never
knew what was beyond the wall.

I hope you get to him
before I do, T.M.

I just might kill him
for real.

First get him to tell you why he's
letting Rick take the fall for him.

It's just not like him, T.C.
Rick's like a son to him.

Well, maybe Ice Pick
changed his mind.

Maybe.

I guess we'll find out.

Yeah, sure. Right after
we get past his troops.

Well, look, besides Foley,
there's only two of them.

Only two that you know of.

Well, they don't know about
us. That makes a difference.

Yeah, that's easy for
you to say. You got a gun.

I don't have a gun.

You don't have your gun?

Sweet dreams.

Magnum?

How long did you plan on hiding
out here? Just till after the trial?

How did you find me?

Did you tell Rick
what you were doing

or did you just let him go to
jail without even knowing why.

Ricky's in jail?
Come on, Ice Pick.

You going to tell me you don't know
anything about the photograph, either?

The proof that you're dead.

Well, that was Frank's idea.

To throw the guys who hired
that hit man off the track.

It's just for a little while,
till things calm down.

In the meantime, Rick goes to
jail for the murder of Marty Shay?

No.

That's wrong.

Frank didn't tell me.

Well, we can fix that.

All you gotta do is come
and talk to some people.

Well, I'm not sure
I can do that.

If Frank's doing this
on his own...

Frank! No!

You all right?

I... I didn't know.

Why did you do it?
After 18 years?

Why did you sell me out?

I didn't mean to.

I only meant to protect you.

But they offered me
so much money.

I'm sorry.

Very sorry.

I'll go call an ambulance.

We'd better go see about Rick.

Okay, so it wasn't
a very smart move. But...

I didn't say
it wasn't a very smart move.

I said it was
a very stupid move.

Walking into Shay's room when
you could see he was dead.

It was a very stupid move.

But I didn't know
what else to do.

Look, I couldn't let them
lock you up. I was sure...

Hurry up!
I was sure, you know...

Even if I had,

nobody takes the fall for me.

You understand?

Yeah, I understand.

Good.

Wipe that thousand-yard stare
off your puss.

Come on,
you're walking out of here.

Huh?

He's right, Orville.

You've been released.

Ballistics proved that
Foley's gun killed Marty Shay.

They've got him in custody.
You're free.

We beat it?
We beat it.

I've got some paperwork to do, but in a
couple of hours, I'll have you out of here.

Damn!

I'm free! We did it!
We beat it!

Thanks, Ice Pick, thanks!

And thank you.

Baby get the key, 'cause
we're getting out of here.

We beat it!

Wow! We beat it!

Man, I can't believe the Board
hasn't replaced me already.

You know
how conservative they are.

Yes, well, sometimes the right
candidate just doesn't appear.

No matter how hard you look? Quite.

Higgie, baby,

you didn't do something
underhanded and sneaky

like screen out
all the good candidates?

Certainly not. I would never
compromise the Board's standards.

What's the difference?
It's all behind us now.

Rick?

Hey.

I'm sorry about this.
I really am.

This is Federal Agent McCartt. Gentlemen.

He has a warrant
for your arrest.

Section 6861 D,
possession of illegal weapons.

Section 5861S,
altering weapons.

Each carrying a maximum
sentence of 10 years in prison.

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