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Well, we ran his fingerprints all the
way up to the FBI computer in

and there is no record of them anywhere.

One of our agents is missing.

He was working deep cover on a high
-priority case. The cause of death,

stab wounds.

We're all in danger, child.

That's what makes life so special.

Get out and stay out. If you come in
here again, I'll call the cops.

Hey, you watch who you're throwing
people at.

Thank you, madam.

Madam. Good catch.

Well, there's nothing of this kind, sir.

Hey, wait a minute. Whoa.

I don't know how many more good catches
I got in me.

You've already won most valuable athlete
and my gratitude.

What have you been drinking?

Charcoal starter?

Rot gut.

I've been working so hard at drinking, I
must have forgotten to eat.

For how long?

Who's counting?

No wonder you've fallen all over
yourself.

Come on.

Let's get you something to eat.

My name's Pop. What's yours?

Oh, not as interesting as yours.

John. John what?

Just plain John.

That's fine with me. Pleased to meet
you, just plain John.

seeing you around a time or two.

But you don't talk like you from around
here.

I like to think of myself as a citizen
of the world.

Oh, a citizen of the world.

Well, what on earth brought you down to
our little corner of the globe?

Discount liquor.

I take a sip of sherry every now and
then.

You don't sound so good.

I'm... I'm all right. I'm all right.

You come over here and sit down.

Sit down.

I'm going to that bar across the street.

I know the lady in there. She'll give me
some food, and I'm going to give it to

you.

You are a remarkable woman.

Oh! This man can talk some trash.

No identification.

There's a smashed liquor bottle in one
of the coat pockets.

Smells like a distillery.

Any witnesses?

These people down here, they never see
anything.

Who phoned it in?

A woman.

Anonymous. Could be somebody in one of
these buildings.

Yeah. Okay, get him out of here.

This is your beat, Meyer. Did you ever
see this guy before?

I don't know.

You work down here long enough, all
these people start to look like... Hey,

Hunter?

Lady over here is asking to see you.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, Pockets.

Evening, Sergeant Arthur.

Gee, it's been a long time, huh?

Sometimes it seems like too long,
sometimes not long enough. Seems like

time you turn up, somebody's dead.

Yeah, well, it does seem that way,
doesn't it?

He seemed like such a nice fellow.

Did you know him?

Only for a little while.

How long was a little while?

Maybe five minutes.

We ran into each other down the street
and got to talking.

He didn't talk like he was from around
here.

What do you mean? Did he have an accent
or something?

No, he talked like...

Somebody been to college, even though he
was so drunk he could hardly stand on

his own two feet. What was his name?

Just plain John.

He said he hadn't had anything to eat,
and I went across the street to get him

sandwich.

Sandwich right here.

But I guess you won't be needing it now.

Pockets, did you see what happened?

Yes, I suppose I did.

I heard this noise in the alley, and so
I looked, and there was this tall,

skinny dude jamming his knife into this
poor fellow.

Now, did you see what the tall, skinny
dude looked like?

Well, like I say, he was tall and
skinny, and he had on an overcoat,

and it looked like he had a thong.

Right, Jimmy?

Yeah. Scar on his face. He must have got
pretty close. Perhaps he saw you too.

Well, could be, but I didn't stay around
to be introduced.

Well, there is a possibility he could
have seen you. I don't want no part of

Now, you tend to your business and you
let me tend to mine.

Now, look, Marcus. Don't you be throwing
that angry voice at me, Captain.

I'm a lady. I know that, honey. I know
you're a lady. I just wanted to tell you

that if there's anything that I could
possibly do for you, call me.

I shall do that. I really shall.

Hi.

Looking for Carlo?

He's at rehearsal.

Rehearsal for what?

He just landed the third tuba chair in
the Burbank Philharmonic.

That's his audition tape.

Are you kidding me? They are paying him
to play that thing?

He's very talented.

You know, we're going to miss him around
here.

I'm Simon Cruz.

You must be Hunter.

No, no, I'm McCall. Hunter's, uh, he's
taller.

Carla said that I'd be seeing a lot of
you.

Yeah.

So, you have anything on our John Doe
yet?

Yeah. Why?

You want to visit him?

No, no. A report's fine.

Uh, John Doe, number 38.

Uh, male, Caucasian, 42, 45.

Cause of death, multiple stab wounds.

Ooh.

Um, and let's see, blood alcohol level
was .17.

Any ID on him? Mm, no.

Not yet, but he shouldn't be too
difficult to identify. He's got a Semper

Fidelis tattoo on his arm.

Really? That's Marines, then.

They've got to have a record of his
prints on file.

Oh, a couple of other goodies.

This guy's liver indicates he was a
strong drinker, but probably not for

long. Three, four years at the outside.

Also, the teeth.

The teeth are in much better shape than
we usually think these street

characters, you know?

Good dental work. Expensive.

Street.

Yeah.

Charlie,

got a minute?

Come with me?

Oh.

You know what I love about this job?

The paperwork.

How? Well, I've got a special place for
that, too.

We've got something real weird here,
Charlie. Remember that John Doe we

the other day?

Mm -hmm.

Well, we ran his fingerprints all the
way up to the FBI computer in

and there is no record of them anywhere.

I mean, we're talking no local, no
federal, no DMV, no nothing.

He lived on the street, right? He could
have slipped through the cracks.

Yeah, maybe, but I don't think so. Not
this guy.

Well, number one, the guy was Anglo
-American, and a witness described him

someone who had had a college education.

Number two, he had great teeth. And
number three, he had a Marine tattoo.

Now, don't you think there would be some
record of his prints somewhere?

Check the military?

Yep, zip.

Yeah.

Yeah, put him right through.

It's your cloak and dagger friend.

Bradley Wilkes? Wilkes.

Brad, why is it I'm not surprised to
hear from you?

Because you're not the kind of guy who's
easily surprised.

Hunter, I have a friendly favor to ask
of you.

The favor wouldn't be about John Doe No.
38, would it?

I'd rather not discuss this on an open
line.

Well, you name the place.

Riverview Park, south side.

About half an hour.

Meet you there.

You know, I have this, uh, sticky kind
of situation. I thought maybe you guys

could give me a hand.

Well, uh, yeah, maybe. It all depends on
what you know about the John Doe who

got down to Mortbrack. Ah, number 38,
right?

Yeah, I read a small item about him in
the paper, uh...

Real man of mystery, huh? No
identification, no trace of existence

Yeah, and we're talking anywhere, Brad.

A complete record of this man's
existence has been eliminated. And

weird if you ask me.

Sounds like something out of your world,
doesn't it?

Could be.

Anything you guys can tell me that
wasn't in the paper?

Well, why don't you tell us what you
know about him first?

Sure. But we've got to have some ground
rules.

Anything I tell you is in strict
confidence. Whatever I say is not to be

repeated to anyone else. Understood?

Come on. What is this cloak and dagger
stuff?

Look, one of our agents is missing. He
was working deep cover on a high

-priority case in L .A. Now, we have
reason to believe that John Doe, 38,

be our man.

And the information you can give me
would be greatly appreciated.

Why don't you describe your man to us,
Brad?

Sure. 5 '7", 180 pounds, bald on top.

Not him.

You mind if I go down the morgue, take a
look for myself?

Why don't we all go down to that morgue?
What do you say?

I had a feeling you were going to say
that.

No, not even a faint resemblance.

You've never seen this guy before.

No, to the best of my knowledge, I have
never seen this guy before.

Thanks, Barney.

Of course, there's nothing about him
very special now, is there?

What are you talking about? Don't you
remember what we told you?

You don't find a John Doe like that
every day.

Should be right up your alley, Brad,
huh?

I'm sorry. I can't help you out.

But if I hear any rumors, I'll give you
a call.

Yeah, you got my number. Yeah, I got
your number.

Dead end, huh?

Yeah, it looks that way, Barney. Look, I
know you did a complete and thorough

autopsy on the corpse over there. Is
there any way that you might have missed

something? Cause of death was obvious,
so we only did a standard workup.

But you know how that is. Our budget's
pretty tight. Each of our lucky

only gets so much time.

Well, look, let's stretch the budget a
little bit here and take another look.

We can find a spare change for that.

Good, thanks.

Harker!

Thank you.

3840 on taxi two.

3840, this is L57, go ahead.

Sergeant McCall, this is Officer Myers.

I understand one of the carriages on my
beat is a witness in a case you're

working on.

Yeah. Pockets, is there a problem?

Could be.

I just got a call from the Mercy
Mission.

It seems Pockets was there earlier.

She ran out the back door like she was
scared to death.

Some tall, skinny guy following her.

I've checked the area.

But I haven't found either of them.

Just thought you'd like to know.

Yeah, thank you, Meyer.

Thanks a lot. We'll check it out.

Pocket, you home?

Pocket?

Pocket?

It's Sergeant McCall.

Brought you a little something.

Hope you enjoy it.

Just want to make sure you're okay.

Bless you, Sergeant McCall.

To your health.

And to mine.

Good Lord, what's happened?

I think he broke my nose.

Hey, he dropped something.

What is it?

It's an ink pad.

Ink pad, huh?

That's exactly what I said. Did Simon
get a look at this guy?

No, not much. He said he was kind of
tall and thin, and he thinks he might

had a... A scar on his left cheek?

Yeah. Sounds like he may have been after
fingers.

Well, he didn't get him. I had 38's body
upstairs in an autopsy.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, I sure did.

This fellow had plastic surgery of the
best kind.

Nose, cheekbones, chin.

All external scars were neatly
concealed.

An expensive job.

Yes, I have a priority one phone call
for Brad Wilkes, please.

We don't have that name in our records,
sir.

One moment, please.

Operations, Salazar.

Yes, Mr. Salazar, this is Detective
Sergeant Rick Hunter of the Metropolitan

Police Department.

I'd like to speak to Brad Wilkes,
please.

Brad Wilkes.

I'm sorry, Sergeant, there's no Brad
Wilkes assigned to this office.

Is that right?

Well, I need to speak with him
immediately. Now, how do we do this?

Well, if a Mr. Wilkes contacts me, I'll
see that he gets your message.

Oh.

Okay, will you do that? Thank you very
much.

Homicide, McCall.

Sergeant McCall, this is Pockets.

What's the matter, Pockets? Where are
you?

That ugly sucker's following me.

Where are you?

I don't know.

I'm a hotel clerk at the steam train.

Where did they go now?

Pockets?

I'm en route to that steam plant over on
Selkirk. Pockets just called from there

in a panic. She says our suspect's
following her.

I'm on my way.

What the hell were you doing there in
the middle of the night?

Well, I use that place for a shortcut
sometimes.

And when I seen this ugly dude following
me, I went in there because there's

lots of hiding places.

Oh, and I'm so glad you showed up when
you did.

Why'd you lie to us, Pockets?

Lie? Yeah, you said this guy didn't get
a look at you. It's obvious he did.

We've seen each other's plainest day.
But when he started after me with that

knife, I did my best disappearing act.

Well, why didn't you tell us that then?

I suppose I thought it was all just
going to go away.

Well, it didn't.

Coffee's awful, but the donuts are
pretty good.

Oh, bless your heart.

I've never seen so many ugly faces.

I know what you mean.

I'll be damned.

It's him!

Hunter?

Okay, let's see. Marco Everett Foley, 6
'3", 160, convicted, 1974, manslaughter,

state prison, parole, 1979, arrest for
assault with a deadly weapon, 82 and 84.

Acquitted both times on insufficient
evidence.

Sounds like a resume for a hitman.

You want to lock me up?

No, Pockets, we don't want to put you
into jail. It's called protective

Well, I don't care what kind of fancy
name you hang on it. It's still jail to

me. Look, Pockets, try to understand our
side of this.

You're the only one that can identify
this killer. I know I said I would help

you, but you never said nothing about no
kind of custody, which happens to be

against my religion.

Pockets, look, you only have to stay in
there until we get the guy in there. And

then what?

And then he gets out on bail, and I get
to sit in custody until he comes up to

trial? Well, no, thank you.

Now, listen, I lived all my life without
no jail, no bars, and no policemen. I

ain't looking to stop that now.

Pockets.

It's either protective custody or we're
going to have to arrest you.

For what?

Vagrancy and no visible means of
support.

Now, you ought to know me better than
that.

The law says I'm supposed to have...

$11 in my pocket. Right. Well, I got
$12,

which means I ain't no vagrant.

No visible means of support?

Well, now, take a look at this.

That there's the business license.

You're looking at Pocket Discount
Emporium, a fully licensed and

So you go ahead and arrest me, Sergeant.
I can use the money from the lawsuit.

You don't seem to understand the bottom
line here, Pockets, is that your life is

in danger.

Oh, child, we all in danger.

That's what makes life so special.

And I figure, when I get too scared to
live my life in my own

way... By my own terms, it's time for me
to pull the ground up over my head and

say goodnight.

And goodnight is about all I got left in
me for both of you.

Right now.

Don't bother to show me out.

I've been here before.

We can't just let her walk out of here.

Can't do anything legally.

Has to be something we can do.

I haven't seen him yet.

Where are you?

You just passed me on Colgate Head
South.

I'll pick her up on the corner of 8.

156 in pursuit of a suspect headed
eastbound on 7th at Vista. Request

backup. Also request paramedics at 5th
and Los Angeles Street.

Pedestrian hit and run. LC6 out.

Metropolitan Police.

Put your hands upside down on the inside
of the windshield, please.

Do it!

Get out of the car very slowly.

Slower than that. Get your hands up in
the air. Turn around and put them on top

of the car.

You don't need to be rough.

You haven't seen Ruff yet, buddy.

Yes.

Fine.

All right, we'll see you downstairs in
about 15 minutes.

Right.

That was Ms. Wyman from the DA's office.

They made a deal with Marco Foley.

Really? He cops to second degree on the
John Doe killing.

In exchange, he admits it was a contract
hit, and he agrees to help us nail the

people who hired him. Tell you one
thing, Pockets isn't going to be too

to find out Foley gets to skate free in
a few years.

Well, none of this is very fair to
Pockets.

Foley's a little guy. The D .A. wants
the boss.

Now, Foley's going to make a statement
in 15 minutes. I'll see you both

downstairs.

State your name, please.

Marco with a K.

Everett Foley.

Did you and you alone take the life of
the individual known as John Doe, number

38?

Yeah. Tell us exactly how.

I stabbed him four times with a knife.

And you were hired to do this?

I was hired to do that.

Who hired you?

A guy named Carl Becker, another guy
named Joseph Collins, a couple of

businessmen out of Cleveland. What line
of business is that?

Carl Becker is the president of a
company called Cutting Edge Electronics,

Joseph Collins is the chief operating
officer at Apex Research, both AAA

companies. How much was the contract
for?

$20 ,000 up front and $80 ,000 on proof
of completion.

Anything else you'd like to ask?

Yeah. Why the big ticket?

Who is this John Doe number 38?

I didn't ask.

and they didn't say.

They just gave me a detailed
description, told me where I'd find him.

I was supposed to verify the hit with a
set of fingerprints.

But you didn't get them?

No.

That black broad showed up in the alley,
yelling her head off.

Were you supposed to meet these men for
the payoff?

I don't meet them. They meet me as soon
as I have the prints, wherever I say.

Well, mr. Foley, it sounds to me like
you've got a call to make we'll provide

you with the prints

You

guys

are right on time you have something to
show that the money is

Where's your material?

Now, Tim, you can do anything you like
with this.

Nice meeting you, Paul.

Police department, you're under arrest.
Turn around, put your hands on your

head. On your head!

You have the right to remain silent. If
you give up the right to remain silent,

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

the right to speak with an attorney and
have the attorney present during

questioning. So a desire cannot afford
one, an attorney will be appointed to

without charge before questioning.

Do you understand each of these rights
as I have explained them to you? We're

making a big mistake here, officers.

Really? What's in the briefcase?

See for yourself.

No money in here, just paper.

What were you guys trying to pull?

Business papers?

They were supposed to be carrying an $80
,000 payoff.

They checked out the prints and then
they started to leave. It looked like a

payoff to me.

Me too.

Me too.

I believe you. But they're claiming
Marco Foley contacted them on a matter

legitimate business.

Then when he handed them a set of
fingerprints, they figured it must be

sort of hoax. They tried to leave.

Without the briefcase?

Well, Mr. Collins claims he was just
about to go back for it when you and

people made the arrest.

Yeah, right.

Either Foley's a lot smarter than he
looks and sold us all a bill of goods,

Becker and Collins had word up front
that Foley was hot. Foley doesn't

It's the two guys I'm worried about.
We've got nothing to hold them on. Well,

maybe I can fix that.

Why don't you go see Pockets at the
hospital?

I'll hook up with you in about two
hours.

Hi.

Looking for Brad Wilkes?

I'm sorry, sir, there's no... Excuse me,
I'm Salazar.

What can I do for you?

Oh, yeah, Salazar. I talked to you on
the phone about Brad Wilkes. And I told

you, Sergeant, there's no Brad Wilkes
assigned to this office. Yeah, I'm still

looking for him, and I think you're
stonewalling... Excuse me.

It's okay, Salazar. Come on in.

Thanks for stopping by. You lied to me,
Brad. You said you didn't know John Doe.

I never saw him before yesterday in the
morgue. More importantly, I had nothing

to do with his death.

I'm going to tell you something, Hunter.

You helped me with a case last year. I
didn't forget.

I felt like we got to be friends. Now
I'd like to do you a favor.

Well, do me a favor by telling me who
Becker and Collins are. I never heard of

them until they came out to L .A. to
meet with Foley.

My superiors told me to preserve the
integrity of their operation. I don't

what their orders were, but I'm going to
give you some friendly advice.

Lay off.

That's awfully weak.

I'm just telling you what I know. It's a
matter of national security.

You go after Collins and Becker, you put
your career and your life in jeopardy.

I want to know who John Doe is.

It was a burned -out case.

He had one of the most important and
sensitive positions in our service.

What was his name? He had a dozen names.

He started drinking. He became a
renegade, acting on his own. He killed

people without sanction.

Well, why couldn't you just arrest him
and bring him to trial? Because it would

have exposed classified information.

He became a dangerous, a scary security
risk.

A decision was made to separate him from
the service. He found out about it. He

disappeared. He vanished.

Let me tell you something, Brad.

I'm going to look into Becker and
Collins. They'd better check out. If

don't, they're going to need a real good
attorney.

That's just a little bit of friendly
sense.

Hiya, Pockets. What do you think?

Oh, shucks.

You didn't have to get so fancy for me.

Well, I picked him on the way in.

He did not.

The doctor said that we could not bring
you a bottle of sherry, so we brought

you a box of cherry cordials. And
they're supposed to pack a wallet, only

have to eat the whole box.

You're going to spoil me here, this nice
room.

Color TV.

I don't know how I ever got through the
day without Pat and Ben.

A friend of yours came by to see me
today.

Mr.

Wilkes. Brad Wilkes. Wilkes?

Yeah. He's going to pay for everything.

He's such a nice man. Your attention,
please.

It's 5 .30.

Visiting hours are now over.

I'm glad Pockets is feeling better, but
I'll tell you one thing.

bothers me that Collins and Becker still
get to skate free.

Well, every phone call I made regarding
those two turned out to be a dead end.

As a matter of fact, our only
alternative considering those two is to

Cleveland. You really think that Captain
Devane and the commander are going to

give us the time and the money to go to
Cleveland?

No. So that's it? That's it. You know,
sometimes I wish they'd give us the time

and money to go off on some deserted
island and get away from all the

occupational therapists to rehab. That's
just a second.

if i read you correctly and i think i do
what you're saying to me is you'd like

to go away to a deserted island with me
am i right about that i'd rather go to

cleveland