All language subtitles for S01E32 - Death Of A Cop

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and
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 labelled His and Hers.

I would appear to be introducing a
biblical drama, but such is not the

Tonight's play is a modern tale of two
policemen, a father and son, called

of a Cop.

It is a story of revenge. It begins in
one minute.

Aren't you even going to ask me what
time it is?

No.

You bug me, boy.

Eight days I've been with this stakeout,
you haven't opened your mouth once.

It's not normal.

What would you like me to say?

Say you're backside hurts.

Say you're bored.

Ask when your relief's coming on 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 backside 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 your bag
gonna stay in 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 got a couple of
days off.

And a lot of catching up to do.

Well, I guess it was partly because
Mother was always pushing me in the

direction and trying to make me into
something I wasn't.

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, uh... 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.

And... Look.

Six o 'clock Saturday morning, huh? Six
o 'clock Saturday morning. Good.

Go ahead, Rick.

I think we'll cut a bird sooner.

As long as there's a store on Phelps
Street, we're going in.

Be right with you.

Keep your hands still, mister.

Don't move.

To make him do a crazy thing like that,
I could have killed him.

Yeah, just like I figured, Phil.

He's a junkie.

These boys ought to be dead than cut off
from the supply of heroin.

You watch out for them, like you would
some cobras.

You know this one?

Yeah, his name's Sammy Garrison.

This old man used to think he'd be
president someday.

A lot for Sammy Garrison? Nothing.

You and Phil got anything out of this
other kid? Yeah, a nice bunch of

obscenities. Nothing new or original,
though. No, they don't remember any

robberies. They don't remember Herbie
Lane or his gang.

And they never bought heroin from a
pusher.

Could you get anything out of him on
Gabby Donovan? No, nothing.

Put Malloy and Garrison in the lineup
tomorrow.

I want to make it definite on as many of
these robberies as we can.

Oh, Phil. Yes, sir.

That was a nice piece of work tonight.

You were unjustified in killing
Garrison, but I'm glad you were able to

situation without it.

I wasn't in any real danger, sir.

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

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Well, how about that? Look, don't let
your head get too big for your hat.

Finish that report. I don't want to do
it myself tomorrow.

It's finished.

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's had good
night.

And smiling.

Old Thunderhead is getting soft as a
marshmallow since that kid of his turned

around here.

Well, I hope it warms up by Saturday.
Well, the weatherman said it will.

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?

I guess I just feel a little sorry for
her, but that's not going to change our

plans. Okay, son.

I'll be seeing you. Good night.

is this? The only game in town?

It's the only game I know won't be
rated. I hear the Reds did pretty good

tonight, huh?

Now let him tell it, Trank. 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 he
arrested me.

The game was five cars stud and the pot
was a lousy $8 .72.

We were both young then.

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, Tranker, and I
use the word advisedly. But you've never

mugged an old lady, you've never sold
heroin to kids, and you never stopped

anybody's death just for the fun of it.
In my book, that makes you a scholar and

a gentleman.

How's Lafayette on you?

Indigestible, if you're going to 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.

Like Irby said not to use that thing
unless you had.

Chico has been squawking loud because
they raised the price on if we can't

some sense into him Hey box, dr. Thing
will you we

got company

Hello

Freddie Boxer you boys waiting for
someone who like Jocko Hanlon.

I see you apart here Is this a man? It's
a party like they got beer and broads.

Hey, you want to come?

No, thanks.

You're awfully quiet boxer.

Look, I register regularly with my
parole officer.

I'm gainfully employed with a lane
bottling company, a legitimate business.

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

I'm glad to hear it.

Then you won't mind if I have a look
inside.

Get out.

Hey, what is this, a ride?

Hey, Jacob, you want to shake down the
car?

Wait a minute, no way.

Look, Reardon, I heard you already.

He wants to make lieutenant the first
year.

Well, his old man ain't.

Even the other cops can't stand him.

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

Get out, Popson.

So why don't you just take off and...
Relax. Take it easy. Don't strain

yourself. Shut up, buddy.

Boxer, out.

Why don't you make me, Reardon?

Come here.

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, Freddy, we don't want to have
anybody say that we were interfering

law, do we?

Man, I'm happy.

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 start to bug me, Reardon.

So get in the car. Get in there.

One Reardon was enough for this
precinct, man. I mean, nobody living

up with two of them.

Well, unfortunately, the choice isn't
yours, Boxer. Herbie Lane doesn't run

precinct.

Your daddy should have told you the
facts of life, boys.

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 debt.

Oh, 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 when I think we're being so nice to
you, driving you around.

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, Butcher.

Now, what made you think he was going to
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 them up.

Hey, you know, he's a smart guy.

He got smart real fast, didn't he?

I got this thing about cops written.

I just don't like them.

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 going to give us?

Right. 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 rap.

Kidnap me.

I want the feds on my tail, man.

Yeah, when they're tough.

All right, boys, we've had our drive and
we've had our talk, and I get your

message loud and clear.

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,

Freddy. But you never heard of the
little Lindbergh law, did you, Freddy?

You don't have to take a man across the
state line, do you, Redden?

All you gotta do is get him into a car
and ride him just half a block where he

don't want to go, right?

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

Yeah, I thought he was checking out too
fast.

Get him out here, Jocko.

This will 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 could have run along when Freddy
told you to.

Indications are he was shot once in a
kneeling position.

And three shots in the back.

Like an execution.

To keep him safe.

And he would have listened 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.

Thanks for being here.

Phil was on his way to his mother's
place. He always took the subway to

Street and he got the bus from there.

I don't think he ever made the bus.

I think on the way he happened onto
something, something to him at first

seem dangerous.

He wasn't just shot down.

He was disarmed and then he was executed
and a thing like that isn't done in a

minute of panic and isn't done by just
one man alone.

Herbie Lane's gang?

That'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.

If it was young, he had a lot of
confidence. He'd probably go into

alone where an older man would have
waited.

Wait a minute, Paul.

You're going with Singer. You mean...
You mean he'll run the show? For now.

You want to give me a reason?

Because I know how you feel. Because I
don't want you to get into trouble, and

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, Redden.

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 want to talk down here.

Tough luck, Red.

I'm sorry to hear about the news.

What am I supposed to say, Herbie?

Thank you.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Morning, Cheney.

Legal talent lined up so early in the
morning?

Are you worried about something, Herbie?

Yeah, you bet your life I'm worried.

Somebody catches cold in this precinct,
I get to blame.

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, the
rest of you go berserk.

Yeah, well, I don't want no trouble.

What do you want to know?

You know anything about the death of
Philip Reardon?

Nothing, so help me.

Am I telling me what you're doing at 5 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 are your boys this morning? That
boy's in the plant.

Well, that must be a change for them.

Get them over here.

What time did Herbie call you, Chaney?

Right after the 8 o 'clock news.

Yeah, I thought it might be a little
earlier, say sometime after 5.

He called me at 8 o 'clock, Reardon.

Yeah, I don't care about that, so let me
get down here on a double.

You sure you didn't get the counselor
out of bed with a panic call?

Hey, why should I?

Because a cop killing has 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, counselor.

You're not in the courtroom now. We know
who pays your salary.

What are you guys made up for?

Mr. Singer, these men are employees of
the Lane Bottling Company. We know all

about that, too, Mr. Cheney.

Now, sit down, boys.

They're 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
Ridden, which occurred between 5 and 8 o

'clock this morning.

Now, can you give us any information
bearing on this?

All right.

I'll start with you, Boxer. Where were
you between 5 and 8 o 'clock this

morning? I was right here. You see, I
got to come in early. I load the trucks.

Sure, sure.

Who was working with you?

Freddie Arnold, Jocko here, Pete
Sampson, Al Jeffries.

What do you think, Paul?

A line.

The actor put on for too good.

The pressure seems to be on from
upstairs.

Manny wasn't here just to see if we
weren't going to beat up on the boys.

Well, the organization, they'd just be
going out of its way to avoid even the

appearance of evil. You can leave that
if you want to. I've been watching their

faces, and I say they're lying.

And I can't touch them.

Paul, we'll need more than expressions
to take him to court.

Fill up the 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.

Let's see if we can identify it.

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.

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

How long is this going to be?

Three weeks now, you're after me.

You can 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'd see a cop in trouble, I'd... Wait
a minute. Where was he in trouble? On

his feet over there? I didn't say that.

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

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

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 healed.

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, but
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? No, this
is my day off.

Enjoy it.

Hello, Freddy. 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 have cracked up real good three
weeks ago.

They'd do us a favor, would you,
Reardon? Don't worry about us.

I'm not.

I see you around.

You know, Bob, 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 wrong, do you think, in the back
door?

Look, I told Riordan 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.

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

I ought to be careful.

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

That's, that's why I'm gonna, I'm gonna
help you.

What do you mean?

Relax. Relax.

You know, I learned a new word today.

It's harassment.

That 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'll 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 going to scream for a lawyer.

Yes, yes.

I'll do that.

I'll do that right away.

No comprendo.

No comprendo.

I'm sorry, Rio.

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.

Can you help me?

Kind of a stranger around here lately.

Yeah, I've been spending all my time
down around Blake Street.

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

Just in the off chance I might want a
cup of coffee.

Now, 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.

The case isn't going too well, is it?

Dying on his feet.

Law says you've got to have evidence.
Law also says that I'm harassing

If I try to get some, Mills came down on
me hard today.

So I have to forget about Blake Street
and work on another theory. And the

killer sits and drinks his beer and
laughs at me.

Oh, Paul, you've been hurt.

You want to 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.
And if they're not hiding anything,

what have 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

that maybe, maybe...

Some day 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 locked
everything, but you haven't. I told you

not to waste your time.

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

Don't forget it now.

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

If I can't bring in the guy to kill my
own son, what have I proved?

You better take, Kirby.

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

Three ounces to Holland on the south
side.

Freddy and Jocko make the pickup.

They're going to go along with you to
make sure there's no trouble about the

payment this time.

Who needs him? I can take care of
Howland myself.

Yeah, well... Cops. Ridden, Singer, a
whole bunch of them. Looks like Phil.

Ridden? Take it easy.

Keep your mouth shut.

Don't let them shake anything out of
you. Yeah, Herbie, 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 them around.

Now, you do it, Singer.

I wouldn't want them to be able to say
they hadn't been legally served.

Yeah. What's the charge?

Threatening a police officer on 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, Radon. Who's this
cop that's been obstructed and

You? I'm assuming you gave the orders,
Herbie.

If he didn't, you ought to keep a closer
eye on your boys.

Framing at the lousy cop is... Shut up,
Jocko.

Shut up.

Herbie, we never even touched him.

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 have shot my son in

back.

Well, I was awake today.

I never thought I'd picked up ads.

The word must have gone out to him a
long time ago.

You know, 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.

Lieutenant's still here.

He's probably waiting for a report.

Yeah, probably.

Sorry about that. I'm really sorry.

Come in.

All right, Cheney, here's Reardon. You
talk to him.

In regard to this alleged threat, we'll
skip the legal phraseology.

Do you have any witnesses, Reardon?
Where would I get witnesses?

Where are the witnesses of the murder of
my son? The Lane Gang took care of

that.

There are never any witnesses on Blake
Street, Cheney. You know that.

Then you're in trouble because my
clients can prove that they never saw

the night you claim They threatened you
with great bodily harm

How

do you mean they can prove it's

Cheney the usual round -robin alibi sure
So it's my word against theirs You take

your word into court reading and I'll
crucify you I could enter suit against

now for false arrest.

Do us that little favor, will you,
Cheney?

Reardon has an unblemished record of 30
years of dedicated service.

His son, 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's 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 forego punitive action if Reardon

will 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. But let me warn you, don't
try this again.

Go home, Cheney.

Did you swear out a false warrant?

I won't lie to you, Tom.

I tried something that didn't work.

I, uh... 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 your son.

Maybe... Maybe I spent too much time on
Blake Street looking at fear. It made me

a little sick of my stomach.

I couldn't promise those people
protection. They knew I couldn't.

I got to wondering why Philip or any
other cop should die when the law keeps

in handcuffs and leaves people at the
mercy of men like Boxer Shaw and Freddie

Arnold.

Thanks for standing by me, the Cheney.

Bye, Tom.

Wait a minute.

You're not fooling me, Paul.

You're not going to 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.

And thanks.

Tell Trinker to call me when he comes
in.

Why all the sweat to see Trinker?

I told you I want a favor from him.

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

If Trinker 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.

It's the youth. I can't get through to
you.

If I see Trinker, I'll tell him.

Tough cop.

Not so tough, but that was bad.

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 in your conscience.

You said we threatened you with great
bodily harm.

So be our guest.

What's the matter, Trank?

You look a little green.

I'm not that physical type.

You're lucky they didn't kill you.

I hope he can't stand that kind of
trouble just now.

You gonna have him hauled in?

Listen to more alibis?

I haven't got the time.

Okay.

What'd you want to see me about?

I want a stakeout on the 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 it 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 was being watched.

Now, if you can find me a place, I can
slide in there at night and stay there

until I find out what I want to know.
Would you do that?

You have to fetch the groceries, too.

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

Who is the guy, Red, just in case he
might know me, too? You wouldn't know

one, not unless you've been slumming,
Trank.

His name is Gabby...

Donovan. That was Donovan, the smiling
messenger boy.

Pure heroin delivered right to your
doorstep.

We know that, Frank. We know he's
supplying Herbie Lane, but so far we've

been able to get enough on him for a
legal search.

But you're a free man now. You don't
have to bottle all that red tape.

It's taken me almost a month cooped up
in this place, but I know what the

pattern is now.

You should bring in the next shipment in
about three days.

You guys got to warn it.

That's good enough for you. Hey, Red.

You're coughing.

You want to play games of search.

All right.

All right.

All right, lay off, will you?

I'll tell you where the stuff is.

Wayne speaking.

Redden. Did you hear from Donovan?

Hey, Redden, that stuff's worth a
quarter million dollars. What are you

to do? You can get it back.

Yeah, well, I gotta pay for it. You give
me one man, Herbie, the man that killed

my son.

I told you before, I don't know who.
Then you better find out pretty quick

long do you think it'll be before the
old man hears about this.

He might even consider replacing you,
Herbie.

Wait a minute, Redden. I gotta think
about this.

I gotta think. What is there to think
about?

A quarter of a million dollars in 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 other man here at
10 o 'clock tomorrow morning.

We'll make the swap even.

Okay, Redden.

What's the address?

Boxer wasn't an easy guy to set up. You
know, he had his own ideas.

Well, you got your end of the deal.

Where's the stuff?

Come on, make it snappy, man. This is
going to be a beehive in a couple of

minutes.

Did Lane really think he was going to
get that heroin back?

He's gone to the police.

He crushed you, Herbie. He sent this
stuff to the cops.

Paul Reardon.

Trinket, did you see what happened?

Yeah. I saw him do it.

Can't find his gun.

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.

I can see that a policeman's lot is not
a happy one.

I believe it is time to be on my way.
However, I shall take just one glance

at the city.

I understand it's beautiful.