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McCloud, is that you driving that airplane?

I'd appreciate it if you'd give me any tips that you've got

to get me down with this thing.

Over a $100,000 in less than a week.

Yeah, almost enough to cover your expenses

at the Thayer Hotel.

We're gonna do this my way. You stay out here.

If I need any interpreting, I'll call you.

[bangs]

Extension like that will cost you another $100,000.

That's a 100 percent interest.

And if anybody, you particularly ever hit me again...

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

McCloud: You believe in omens, Joe?

Broadhurst: What kind of omens?

Uh, where everythin' you touch turns to gold.

- What's her name? - How'd you know there's a her?

Biology one, Darwin's Law,

anybody happy to come to work on a Monday morning

has been with a her all weekend.

[chuckling] Where you goin' this week?

Homicide. What's, what's your assignment?

- I haven't called in yet. - Hey, that's another first.

That her must have really been something.

Yeah.

- Chief! - You wanna see me, McCloud?

- Yeah. - Well, make it fast.

I gott get over to the Civil Air Patrol.

Well, there's been a mistake here, this duty roster

says that I'm on the pawn shop detail again this week.

There's no mistake. Anything else?

I'm a trained officer, I didn't come all the way

from Taos to Mexico just so--

Trained officer obeys

his superior officer's orders,

he does not rip official duty rosters off bulletin boards,

and he's not late for reporting for duty

because of arguing over petty matters.

Petty? There's no pawn shop in ten miles of Taos.

I haven't got time to argue with you. It's my day to fly.

As for pawn shops, there are 40 of them on your beat,

so you better get started. And by the book, McCloud.

And I don't mean comic book.

[instrumental music]

Has anyone been looking for me?

Not that I've seen.

- Hi, Susan. - [gasps] Oh, Stacy.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

I'm alright.

[intense music]

[gasps]

[sobbing] Please don't hit me. I've got money.

- Hundred and fifty dollars. - You gotta be kidding.

That's not even one hour's interest.

But that's all I could get.

Vincent: You have to admire her, Chuck, she really is trying.

You've been hard to reach, Susan.

I have not been hiding from you, honest.

[sighs] Well, honey...

we've got a problem.

I know, but I'm doing my best.

But that's not good enough. Now you've missed two payments.

How do you expect to pay $2000 like that?

Two thousand dollars? I only borrowed five hundred.

Late penalties.

What don't we call your boyfriend?

I can't ask him.

I'll pay you off another way.

Call him.

Do yourself a favor and call him now.

[telephone ringing]

- Ah, four spades. - Double.

- Triple. - Goodness!

- Pass. - Pass.

[telephone ringing]

- No one answers. - Let it ring.

[telephone ringing]

- Honey, I can't stand it. - I'll get it.

I'll get it. Another dummy anyway.

No more days off for the maid. That's all.

Oh, well, we'll wait.

- Hello? - Walter?

Susan: It's me. - What do you want?

I know I'm not supposed to call you at home.

- Well, then why did you? - I'm in terrible trouble.

And what has that got to do with me?

I need $2000. [sobbing] It's urgent.

It's impossible.

You've got to help me, Walter. Please...

Now, look, I have things to take care of.

I don't want anymore calls.

I don't want anymore anything from you. Understand that.

- Who was it, darling? - Uh...

Just a former associate trying to get back.

- Business. - Come on, let's play.

Uh, it's your lead.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Well, let's go.

Where?

Oh, there's nothing to worry about.

I, uh, I'm sure we can come

to some sort of understanding.

What kind of understanding?

Well, before we talk about it, uh,

there's something I want you to see.

What?

What happens to people when I

don't have an understanding.

[intense music]

[vehicle honking]

The crime rate is up 28%

and all you cops can find to do is to come in

and bother a poor shopkeeper like me. Is that it?

Business looks pretty good to me.

Good? Like a dead-end street it's good.

Everything coming in, nothing going out.

Well, that's the way you want it, isn't it?

People don't reclaim their merchandise,

you get to keep it at a cheap price.

What's the difference how cheap I get it

if I can't sell it after I got it?

Well, I don't know about the rest of your merchandise,

but there certainly is not a shortage of gun buyers.

Oh, well, uh, you know, times like these,

people wanna protect themselves.

Yeah, everybody get a gun to protect themselves

so they can shoot each other.

Now, just one minute.

Let me tell you something.

Nobody at any time has ever been accused of doing anything wrong

with a gun that was bought in my place.

That's kinda like the Gila monster.

What's a reptile got to do with it?

Well, everybody knows it gotta eat,

but nobody can find a bug as a witness.

[chuckles]

- Hey, don't move. - Yeah, what's the matter?

You wanna see a bug, I'm gonna show you a bug.

Now slow and easy, turn around

and get a look at that punk outside my window.

What's the matter with him?

Can't you tell? He's casing the joint.

- Has he been here before? - Yeah, yeah.

Every time he passes by, he cases the window.

Well, what's wrong in a little window shoppin'?

Window shopping, listen, if you were any kind of a cop

worth your salt, you'd go out there and you'd take care of him

instead of coming in here

and badgering around a shopkeeper like me.

You wanna make a charge against the boy?

No, but I don't have smallpox neither.

But I took a shot so as not to get them,

and I think I'm entitled to protection

against punks like that, too.

Okay.

[siren wailing]

You see somethin' that you like?

[speaking in foreign language]

Now wait a minute, partner.

[speaking in foreign language]

Uh, you know, it's against the law to carry a knife.

- So what's it to you? - Well, I'm a police officer.

Yeah, right. I'm Pancho Villa.

Now, you don't mind, I'll take that knife.

Now I'd like to see your identification.

- I, I don't got any. - Got a driver's license?

Uh, well, look, I'll tell you how it is.

You know, I, uh, I got this terrific problem.

I, I wanted to buy a new limousine,

but I couldn't decide what color, I,

I got so mixed up, I decided, to hell with it.

I'll wait till next year, you know?

So what do I need with a license?

You mind if I take a look at your wallet?

"Larry Moreno. 1414 Powell Street."

Okay, Larry, I'm gonna keep your knife, you want it back,

you come down to headquarters, pick it up.

Hey, aren't you even gonna ask him

why he was looking in at my store?

Is that against the law?

Depends on what's in your mind!

Oh, I see, now you're gonna bust me for what I'm thinking, huh?

Hold it. That's enough, that's all.

That's all? You're gonna let him go?

There's no law against a man thinking.

You can't arrest a man for looking in a window.

- Take off. - You're some cop, you know?

You're something else.

You know I could've your license

taken away from you, you know that?

What for?

For not having the exact dates of every purchase

of your guns on your ledger.

But I figured there was no harm intended, there's no harm done.

So I let you go, just like him.

[speaking in foreign language]

[gasps]

[man groans]

No! No! Alright, alright. Alright!

I'll get it.

[groans]

Why, Willy!

You were able to put something away for us.

You see, Susan, there's always a way.

Susan: But I don't have any money.

We'll figure something out.

So what do you say?

About what?

Oh, come on. You're a big girl now.

I don't have to draw you pictures.

You know, loaning money is only one of our businesses.

With a face and a body like yours,

there's no telling how much you could make.

Please, I promise you

I'll get the rest of the money as soon as I can.

When? Tomorrow? Next week? Next month?

Today you owe us $2000, in no time at all

it'll be 5000, then 10.

Now, where are you gonna come up with that kind of dough?

You know, some things you have to handle right away

or they get out of hand.

Like cancer.

Well, if that's the way you wanna look at it.

The only thing we want is what we're supposed to get.

[intense music]

Hey, Chuck, why don't you run us by Hilda's?

I think a few days there should, uh, warm Susan up.

Who's Hilda?

Oh, she runs one of our businesses.

Fine lady, really fine lady.

She takes care of some of the girls.

Alright, let's go, Chuck.

[music continues]

Get her.

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

- Now get in that car! - I won't do it!

[music continues]

Let's get out of here.

[tires screeching]

[intense music]

Hey!

[panting]

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

Lieutenant, lieutenant, we searched the entire alley,

trash cans and all, no sign of her purse or anything else.

Alright, thank you.

Oh, that about wraps it up here, I guess.

What's the name of that cowboy that reported the death?

- Sam McCloud. - You known him long?

Yeah, since he came to New York.

Boy, I don't believe that get-up. Is he for real?

Yeah, he's for real, lieutenant.

Call him over here, will you?

McCloud.

McCloud, now, you were the first officer on the scene

and I want you to fill this out report right, right here and now

because we're gonna get right on this thing and find out

who mugged that senorita.

- Why do you say senorita? - Well...

In case you haven't noticed it, pal, this neighborhood

is about 80 percent Puerto Rican.

Yeah, well, that might be so,

but I don't think that she's one of 'em.

- What makes you think that? - Well...

Seems to me that she's from my part of the country.

I think she's a Navajo from Arizona.

- Why? - Well, mostly because of...

This ceremonial bracelet, she's from my part of the country,

you understand, except this, this bracelet has actually got

a third ring, it's a lot more impressive than this

and then there's a totem that connects all three rings.

Well, maybe this one didn't come with a totem pole.

No, no, no. They all do. It's ceremonial, like I said.

That's what's got me wanderin' why the,

what happened to the third ring, the only thing that I can

figure out is maybe, you see, there's a fresh break here.

Now, maybe it broke off when she fell down

and rolled off her hand.

Are you finished with your theories?

Well, not necessarily, but I'll make sure

that they shake down the facts before I spring 'em on you.

No, you're not gonna do that.

You're gonna go back to wherever you're assigned.

You're not assigned to homicide. This is my case.

Broadhurst is assisting me. You're gonna give me that.

You're gonna go back and do what you're supposed to do.

You're gonna fill this thing out and have it on my desk tonight.

[intense music]

McCloud, I warned you to go by the book!

I did, I just didn't see much point in bookin' him.

- That's all. - I told you to go by the book!

- Not your interpretation of it. - Yes, sir.

By the way, did you ever hear that old adage three's a crowd?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, it's just like Noah's ark.

Everything works better in pairs.

Two turtle doves, two swans, two horses,

two homicide detectives.

An outside third party is never welcome.

I get the point.

Then why did you send that picture inquiry

on that woman to Arizona, when it's Easton's case?

Because she was Navajo, she had no ID, she had

no fingerprint check, thought maybe I could be of some help.

You know, it might not have occurred to you, McCloud,

but the men on this force are not too bashful.

If they want something, they ask for it.

Now, I assigned you to the pawn shop detail.

And anything that doesn't have three balls

over the front door is off limits to you.

[intense music]

[coins clinking]

It's not bad. Not good, but not bad either.

It's bad enough. It's keeping me clean.

Well, you should catch up.

You know, this still leaves you three months behind

on interest alone

and we haven't even touched the principal yet.

Look, couldn't you give me a break? I-- I mean...

Cool it for a couple of weeks, I could catch up.

[sighs]

You seem like a sincere guy, Herb.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm not gonna charge you

the late-interest penalty of 15% the way I do the other guys.

Ten only.

Vince!

You're all heart.

Hey, Herb, do you mind if I borrow this a couple of days?

Hi, Mr. Carpenter. Surprised to see you here.

You shouldn't be.

Your delinquencies are 12% ahead of last month.

Oh, don't worry about them.

We are only a cog in the same wheel, Vincent.

And I do not want that wheel to squeak.

The company has sharp ears.

I'll take care of them. Believe it.

Broken bones are not as profitable as cash.

Now, sometimes it takes one to get the other.

Oh, don't bore me with the details.

A couple of the past dues... Harold Murphy?

Um, well, he paid a little.

- I raised him fifteen points. - Marvin Pierce?

Well, his wife died and he gave me half.

He'll give me the other half next week.

Susan Bush?

[sighs] Not sure.

What does that mean?

- I can't locate her. - Oh?

- But she'll show up, though. - Find her.

I'm trying.

We'll want a full report again tomorrow.

- Why so soon? - I didn't ask.

Why should you?

- Just buy it? - Oh. [chuckles]

Well, not exactly.

Vincent, I get you table stakes

and you're still thinking penny ante.

Get out.

[engine starts]

Why did you say that about the Bush dame?

You know what would happen if they found out we killed her?

We?

Don't get cute.

You make or break with me.

- What? You again? - Oh, I'm just on the way to..

[intense music]

Is this his right name and address?

- I don't know. - No. It isn't.

- How do you know that? - Oh, I saw his ID.

When I picked him up for carrying a knife.

His name is Larry Moreno. He lives at 1414 Powell Street.

It's just around the corner.

How much did you give him for this?

Oh, uh, no money. Just a swap for a gold crucifix.

- What about my bracelet? - Stolen goods.

I'm losing 18 bucks on the crucifix.

I can see how religious you are. I'll get it back to you.

Where do you think you're going?

Now, look, chief told me to play it by the book.

Of course, in this case the book might be a little bit different.

- How? - Uh, in Spanish.

- So? - Well...

A little communication could save us

a whole lot of trouble.

[intense music]

Lieutenant, this is not the Normandy invasion.

We're just goin' in to question a suspect.

You trying to take over this case, McCloud?

I'm just tryin' to give you a suggestion, that's all.

Forget it. You cover us, Broadhurst and I go in.

Now you be careful when you get in there.

There's no telling what the kids have.

Wouldn't it be better if we just knocked on the door,

identified ourselves, and told the kid to come out here?

Listen, you stupid...

I had a partner and we went in that way once.

We were after a 14-year-old kid,

we gonna be easy and the nice guys,

only that kid had a .357 Magnum under his jacket.

My partner caught it between the eyes.

We're gonna do this my way.

You stay out here. If I need any interpreting, I'll call you.

[intense music]

[shouting in foreign language]

- Get it! Get it! - Get what?

- The crucifix! - No! That's hers!

She had to hock it over a year ago when my father died.

- She had it all her life. - Oh, come on, lieutenant.

It's not gonna hurt anything if she keeps it for a while.

Is it a crucifix?

I can square it with the pawn shop owner.

You! Go! Go! Go! Go!

[speaking in foreign language]

[sobbing]

They, uh, still interrogating the boy?

Public Defender's Office sent over an attorney.

You know, I don't mind telling you we're going to lose

a damn good cop next month when Easton retires.

- Is he hanging up his spurs? - Yup.

And a lot of us are gonna be very happy to see him go out

with a nice clean collar on his record.

[chuckles] McCloud, I ever tell you how easily I get seasick?

No, I don't think you ever did.

Oh, I hate it. Upsets my whole disposition.

- Must be tough when you fly. - No, just seasick.

So, McCloud, don't make any waves.

It's up to you, kid. I'm not gonna be hard-nosed about it.

You want me to say I did it.

The evidence against you is strong.

But it's a lie!

You hocked the dead girl's bracelet.

Mr. Easton has agreed, if we plead you guilty,

the charge of manslaughter, which is a class-B felony...

Believe me, kid, that's a long way from murder one.

Something to think about, Larry.

Sure, I mean, it's no big deal, right?

I-- it's only my life that's at stake.

Now, it don't help you to have a smart mouth.

This here's a top lawyer. Top lawyer.

And, Larry, I honestly believe you should be thinking hard

about a plea.

Alright. That's enough for now. Let's go.

Hey, I'm getting taken for a ride,

both these guy tryin' to railroad me!

You're wrong, kid, there wasn't

anyone else near that girl.

What about the men in the car?

I can vouch for the car, lieutenant.

I saw it turn out the alley just after the killing.

He can't identify it. Can you?

Well, I can't give you the license number,

if that's what you mean. It was too far away.

Alright, McCloud, I'm checking out the car.

But so far there's no possible connection between it

or the men and the girl.

Not yet.

In my opinion, there never will be.

Let's go. Let's go.

[sighs] What happened in there?

Easton's going for the jugular.

Murder one? But he knows it's not premeditated.

Death from a felonious act. Same thing.

- Well, what did his lawyer say? - Not much.

He, uh, said something about the boy copping a plea

for a lesser sentence.

Any objection, McCloud?

Would it make any difference if I had one?

Not a damn. And you better remember that.

See you tomorrow, Broadhurst.

Well, it must be a, a wonderful education

to be partnered with a man like that.

- Well, he knows his business. - Ah, so does a cobra.

But you don't wanna get in his way when he's conductin' it.

[traffic bustling]

[telephone ringing]

- Hello. McCloud. Woman: Marshall McCloud?

- Yeah. - This is Betty at headquarters.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

I have a collect call for you.

I don't know if it's a gag or not.

Who's it from?

From a Mr. Gray Wolf in Arizona.

Says he's a Navajo chief.

Put him through right away.

What now, McCloud? And it better be good.

It's better than good. Head across 84th Street.

Found out who the dead girl is. Susan Bloomingbush.

She's a full-blooded Navajo Indian.

I just spoke to the chief of her tribe in Arizona.

- How did you find that out? - Oh, he found me.

The local police contacted him off an APB that I sent out.

According to the chief, I guess her parents took it real hard.

She was, uh, the talented one in the family.

You know, they were expecting great things out of her.

Sam, I'm as soft as anybody,

but, uh, couldn't this have waited until morning?

Don't think so.

Where're we headed?

- Just about there. - Just about where?

Susan's apartment. What are you stoppin' for?

Survival.

Joe, it's alright.

The chief gave me her address.

It's not the Navajo chief I'm worried about,

it's the Irish one back at the office.

Joe, we've got to get to Susan's apartment

and look around as soon as possible.

- Not without Easton. - Well...

You're assigned to the case.

Yeah, he's the senior officer.

But you can go off on your own.

Alone I don't mind.

It's going off with you that's a problem.

Joe...

Now, you know what happened today.

That Easton's got that kid drawn and quartered.

Now, what harm is there in nosing around

and trying to help out a bit?

Well, for one thing, it's illegal.

No, it isn't. I got a search warrant.

- You woke up a judge? - Sims did.

He's a good friend of his. Now, Joe...

You know that that kid

hasn't got a snowball chance in hell

unless we can help him out.

McCloud, w-- why do you always

put me in the middle like this?

Well, who else am I gonna turn to? I mean, you're my friend.

If that's true, make me a promise.

Anything that you want.

Make some new friends.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Well, look at all this stuff.

Looks like she meant to sell it.

She must've been in a hurry to get out of here.

How's that? Well, uh...

Well, maybe she had something more important on her mind,

like staying alive.

I'll check the bedroom.

Huh.

Everything's okay in there. What have you got?

Oh, checkbook, from the looks of thing

I'd say she was doing pretty good, there's a $1000 deposit

at the beginning of every month until about three months ago.

- Then what happened? - I don't know.

There's nothing since.

I'd say she's slightly overdrawn.

I wouldn't be surprised, keeping up this apartment.

[sighs] She must not have very many friends.

I can't seem to find a name one in her phone book.

Oh.

There's some at the beginning. "American Indian Council."

Just one name "Stacy."

Another one name of "Clay, 944-9971."

- That's Checker Cab. - Yeah?

There's a number without a name at all.

555-9765.

Nice-looking lady with a few friends,

1000 bucks a month in the bank and a fancy pad.

Broadhurst: Now she's dead. It's a familiar pattern.

Obviously, someone was keeping her,

and somewhere along the way got tired of footin' the bill.

- Yeah, maybe. - You have a better theory?

No, you know, maybe you oughta call Easton

to get the print boys over here and the lab,

have them check it out before people start nosing around.

[intense music]

Larry.

Just left your mother.

- How's she doing? - Now she's better.

I got her under doctor's care.

She's gonna be alright, I think.

Thanks.

You know, Larry, I, uh...

- I just left your lawyer-- - My lawyer!

- That dude is a poor excuse-- - Now, look.

He's a conscientious man, Larry.

And he's trying to look out for what's best for you.

By sending me up for something I didn't do?

The evidence, it's all there, Larry. Remember that.

He knows what he can do with the evidence.

[sighs]

You know, actin' tough

is not gonna help you out one bit.

You know what I'd do if I were in your shoes?

I'd cop a plea, I'd take my lawyer's advice,

the judge would set bail, you'd be out of here,

you'd be with your family. Why don't you use your head?

You know, I thought you were different.

I'm practical, and I'm telling you

to take your lawyer's advice, make a deal!

Alright, now I'm telling you,

I didn't touch that lady and there ain't gonna be no deal!

- You didn't? - No, I didn't.

- No deal? - No deal!

I like your attitude.

Like it.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- Are you out of your tree? - No, I don't think so. Why?

You've been pitching me up and down the wall out to cop a plea,

I say I won't, you say you like my attitude.

- Well, I had to make sure. - Of what?

If I'm gonna crawl out on a limb, I wanna make sure

that what I'm after is out there.

[intense music]

- Where to? - Oh.

You can head towards Penn Station.

There's no hurry.

Baxter: You got it.

McCloud: You know, I didn't pick your cab by accident.

Baxter: What do you mean? - I'm a friend of Susan Bush.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Susan tell you I met her at a cattle call?

- A cattle call? - Yeah, it's a actor's audition.

- Oh. Baxter: I'm an actor.

I just act part-time.

She'd only been in town a month or so.

Didn't know anybody. We went out for a while.

I knew somebody was spendin' a lot of money on her.

Well, it certainly wasn't me. Had to be that married dude.

He really set her up in a dynamite apartment.

- Oh, Walter Bentley? - She didn't tell me his name.

Yeah, well, that was his name, Walter Bentley.

From what I gather, he's been

giving her a few problems lately.

Yeah, a lot of problems. It really jammed her up.

He just dumped her, left her flat broke and no place to turn.

Well, that could be a frightening feeling.

- In this town. - You better believe it.

How else would she get involved with the sharks?

- Sharks? Oh? - Loan sharks.

Yeah, she met those gorillas through some chick

who lived down the hall from her. Stacy somebody or other.

Hey, man, why don't you ask Susan about all that?

- She's dead. - Susan?

- Susan? McCloud: That's right.

Susan Bush.

Wait a minute, I do remember a girl

at the American Indian Council.

I'm on the advisory board. A lovely girl as I remember her.

She's dead, Mr. Bentley.

Oh. I didn't know that.

She was murdered last Tuesday.

You wanna tell me what your relationship was with her?

I already told you that, we just met in passing.

A couple of meetings at the council office, and that's all.

Telephone company records show

that Susan called your house last Tuesday.

Now, if you wanna go downtown and explain that

and the $1000 a month withdrawals

from your bank account, well, that's up to you.

Alright.

Susan and I, we...

Well, you know, it just started out as a lark.

I mean, it was just, just one of those things.

- You know how it is. - Mm-hmm. Go on.

Well, I moved her into a...

I moved her into a nice apartment,

I paid the rent, and I gave her some spending money.

- Why'd you break it off? - It was getting awkward.

She could've jeopardized my entire position here.

- I had to stop it! - Why did Susan call you?

- Darling? - Yes?

I've just fixed some drinks.

Would your friend like to join us?

Uh, he can't stay, but I'll be along in a minute.

Alright.

You were just about to tell me why she called you.

She wanted $2000, something about owing it to somebody.

And you turned her down? Just threw her to the wolves?

My God! I had to. What else could I do?

I was in the middle of a bridge game.

Oh.

Well, as long as it was somethin' important.

[intense music]

[engines revving]

[doorbell ringing]

Hello, I'm your new neighbor, just moved in down

the hall there, and my telephone hasn't been hooked up yet.

- I wonder if it would be-- Stacy: What is it, Helen?

Excuse me, I'm, I'm your new neighbor.

Just moved in down the hall, I...

You know, the manager was absolutely right.

[chuckles] I beg your pardon?

He said the view in these apartments was something else.

You mind if I use your, uh, telephone, Mrs...

Ms. Decker.

It's right over there on the table.

Thank you. My name is Sam McCloud.

- Thank you. - Oh.

Oh, it's one of these, uh, new push-button gadgets.

- Heh. It's a nice improvement. Stacy: Yes.

Of course, there are some things

that you just can't improve upon.

[McCloud chuckles]

Hello, honey, uh, look, I'd like to make

a long-distance telephone call, person-to-person collect

to Albuquerque, New Mexico.

The number is area code

505-861-2345,

that's person-to-person to Clint Newkirk.

He's with the Southwestern Consolidated Industries.

Yeah, that's, that's okay, I'll hold.

I certainly appreciate this.

- Did you just get in town? - Last night.

Oh, business or pleasure?

Well, it's mostly business, but a little pleasure

along the trail wouldn't hurt anything.

[chuckles] Just where is your trail headed?

To a new distributorship that I'm opening up.

It's gonna be the biggest in the East.

Hm, I wouldn't doubt that at all.

Hi, Clint. This is Sam here.

Uh, look, I, I just grabbed a bunk

at, uh, "83 West-Park Avenue."

The number here is 555-7834. Now that'll be connected tomorrow.

What I wanted to ask you about was the situation

in Los Angeles. Have you heard from Petersen?

Oh, really?

He went for the whole order? [chuckles]

Yeah, it's the nicest thing that's happened to me since, uh,

uh, since a couple of minutes ago.

Yeah, hang in there, Clint, I'll talk to you.

Well, is Southwestern

Consolidated Industries fine now?

Well, you know, we're not essential to the survival

of the Western Hemisphere, but, uh,

we do alright for country boys.

- Cattle? - Well...

Cattle doesn't break down,

Ms. Decker.

- I'm in auto parts. - Oh? That's very nice.

Well, if you will excuse me, Mr--

Uh, look, I-- I wonder if-- if-- if you could, uh,

give me a little bit of advice.

Oh, well, I don't know much about auto parts.

[laughs] Well, that makes us kinda even.

I don't know much about these parts.

Where could a fellow find a nice chateaubriand hereabouts?

Well, uh, the Venetian Room on 64th and Madison.

And I understand that chateaubriand's their specialty.

You know chateaubriand is, uh, is kinda like boots,

it's better with two.

How about it? Would you join me?

Uh, they also serve an excellent T-bone.

Oh, no, you, why, you're not goin' to tell me

that a T-bone for one is better than chateaubriand for two?

You know, you didn't even ask me if I was busy tonight.

Are you?

- No! I'm not, but... - Hm?

Well, we might not be compatible.

I mean, I like my meat rare.

Then we're gonna get along just fine.

[chuckles] I think I better go get changed.

He did it again.

McCloud was here, too, huh?

When I catch up to that guy...

Uh, what are you waiting for? Move it!

Well, would you like to tell me

where I'm supposed to move it to?

East Side, the next place on the list

is Stacy Decker's apartment. Come on.

Hey! Now that's what I call duds.

Well, thank you.

I knew I should have brought my black tie with me.

Oh, somehow I just can't picture you in a tuxedo.

A tuxedo? No, no, just a black tie.

- Don't wanna get too formal. - Oh.

[telephone ringing]

Excuse me, Sam.

Hello? Oh, that's alright.

Yes. I'll put you on hold, Vincent.

I'm sorry, Sam, it's business.

Yes?

Oh, don't worry about them.

Business is good, they can afford it.

Well, thank you for telling me.

I can always use another commission.

Yes. Goodnight, Vincent.

I'm sorry, Sam, business before pleasure.

Oh, listen, I'll buy that.

You know, I think you're gonna be good for me,

kinda like a lucky charm.

Mind having lunch with me tomorrow

to celebrate my new loan?

Hm. Anything you say, cowboy.

There you go.

McCloud! I've finally caught you.

You better have some good answers.

The first thing I wanna know...

Remember the Alamo.

Remember the Clifford.

What's a Clifford?

You're too young.

[instrumental music]

Man 1: New York's finest. McCloud: Go ahead and pour.

Stacy: Thank you.

Uh, who said that money can't buy happiness? Mm-hmm?

You do strike me as the kind of man who could buy

most of the good things in life.

Well, I'm don't like to toot my own horn, but, uh...

Go ahead, toot.

My business did over two million dollars gross last year.

We expect to double that figure within the next couple of years.

- The McCloud empire. - Thank you.

What about you, Stacy, how come no big fellow

is throwing a rope around you yet?

Some girls just don't care to get roped.

- I guess. - Uh-huh.

You don't look like the workin' type.

Actually, I'm an investment counselor.

- Oh, investment counselor? - Mm-hmm.

Well, you know, I would like to invest

in a, in another glass of champagne with a beautiful lady.

What's your professional opinion?

Well, I'd say there's, um,

every prospect of a positive return.

[chuckles]

Larry Moreno? I'm Father Livingston.

Your mother asked me to come by and see you.

Well, thank you. How is my mother?

Oh, she's, um, she's fine.

What do you mean? Uh, is she worse or something?

No, no, no, nothing like that.

She's doing just fine physically,

but, uh, she's very worried.

Yeah, well...

If I could only prove I saw those two men,

I could get out of here.

What two men, Larry?

Uh, there were two men in a car.

Well, look, why don't you tell me about it?

Perhaps, uh, I can help.

I don't see how, nobody else seems to be able to.

Even one of the policeman saw the, the car,

but he doesn't seem to be able to identify.

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you tell me all about it?

See, I was walking down this alley...

and I, I saw this girl coming towards me,

running towards me, and there was a car behind her,

it just kind of looked weird and I...

- Are you sure? - You're damn right, I'm sure.

Look at that.

Broadhurst?

Oh. He's done it. Gone over the hill. Right out of his tree.

When I finish with him, he's gonna wish he was still in it.

I want you to send out an APB on him, chief.

I'd like to send out a tank squad!

That guy is blowing the case wide open for me!

All because of a bleeding heart over some punk kid

I got nailed for suspicion of murder.

He's not convicted yet.

All I know is he might be a killer.

I don't want him running around on the street

because some stray from a rodeo messes up my case.

[instrumental music]

Sam.

Hm?

I sure do like the look of what you're thinking.

I was just thinkin' what a perfect dance it's been,

that's all.

Well, I hope the evening hasn't been a disappointment.

Not yet.

[intense music]

I think he could make you, Vinnie.

[engine starts]

- Chief, you know McCloud. - Don't remind me.

Sometimes he has his own way of doing things.

Yeah, like slugging a cop.

Well, he must've had a good reason.

Oh, we'll know soon enough. I sent out the APB.

Stacy: Well, how long are you planning to stay in town, Sam?

Oh, just until I can get this distributorship set up

and swing a loan.

- A loan? - Yeah.

I got a bank note that's due next Friday.

I've got an appointment with the bank here tomorrow.

[intense music]

Well, you don't have to be worried about it.

- My credit's good. - Oh, it isn't that.

You mean, that car has been following us?

- You noticed it, too? - Yeah.

The last couple of blocks.

You have any idea who it might be?

No.

That's him. Let's go.

I suppose you don't have a fellow that's kind, um,

might be gettin' sore 'cause I'm out with you?

I'm positive.

You get down there, please.

- You're McCloud, aren't you? - Yeah, that's right.

Now, look, I gotta make it look good because--

- We're police officers. - I know you're police--

What's the matter with you? You're crazy?

[music continues]

[car door shuts]

[engine starts]

[music continues]

How are you feeling, Sam?

[groans]

- I'll be alright. - That's what you think.

The chief's waiting to see you, and Easton's with him.

Easton: McCloud, what do you-- - Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- Alright, McCloud, you first. - No, no, no, it's alright.

- If they wanna-- - No, it's not alright.

I know from personal experience

what happens to a cop when he gets in your way.

Now, look, t-- that wasn't my fault, chief.

I can, uh, I just didn't have time to explain--

- I guess you didn't with me. - That's what I'm talkin' about.

I-- I had no choice.

Now this may sound silly, McCloud, but why?

Why did you have to hit him?

[sighs] Because he was about to blow my cover.

- Your what? - With the woman I was with.

What has she got to do with anything?

No, no, no, wait, wait a minute, chief.

No, this still has to do with that kid.

- Doesn't it? - That's right.

Just what does he mean to you anyway?

To me, personally, what does he mean?

Nothin'! Nothin'.

I-- I don't trust him any further than I can throw a hog

after feedin' time, but I still don't think

that he was the one that killed Susan Bush, that's all.

Alright, McCloud. If it wasn't Larry Moreno, who was it?

Well, I, I...

Well, I don't know, but I'm on the trail.

And I think it's gonna lead to somewhere where we don't expect.

- Like, where? - Sharks, loan sharks.

Was the dead girl mixed up with them?

Oh, you bet your life

she was mixed up with 'em.

You see, chief, the way I figured,

they were roughin' her up in that alley,

and she wound up dead, and then this kid comes along

and he, and he finds the bracelet.

McCloud, you're not a detective,

you're a social worker, there's not one word you've said

that couldn't be torn apart in a court of law.

Oh, you listen to me!

I'm gonna get the evidence to convict that kid,

and nobody's gonna mess this case up on me,

and that's anybody, anybody!

You, particularly, ever hit me again...

Huh.

[mumbles]

He sounds like he's on some kind of a vendetta.

Well, if he is bitter, you would be, too.

He's retiring next month lieutenant.

- Should be captain. - What happened?

Oh, he lost a long-time partner making a bust.

We all want to see him go out nice and clean on this one

with a conviction.

So would I.

I mean, the man deserves it.

But that still does not alter my feelings

about the boy's innocence.

He'll get a fair trial.

He is not the one that should be on trial in the first place.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Now, chief, this Stacy Decker,

the-- the woman that I've been kind of cozyin' up to,

she is the one that delivered Susan Bush to those loan sharks

to begin with, I'm sure of it.

And I'm about to get her to do the same thing for me.

They'll check you up one side and down the other.

Goes with the territory.

Look, chief, I got a good friend in Albuquerque.

He owns the biggest auto parts company in the Southwest.

Now, he's a good old boy and he'll give me

all the cover that I need.

Now, you got to go along with me on this.

Alright, McCloud, stay with it.

Appreciate your confidence, chief.

- McCloud. - Yeah?

Stay away from Easton.

There you go.

- What happened to you? - That fellow that I hit...

He found himself a couple of fellas and hit back.

I have your hat. Do you need anything else?

Ice and sympathy.

Is that better?

[McCloud chuckles]

[telephone ringing]

Oh.

Would you get that for me, hm?

- Uh-huh. - Hm...

McCloud: I'm out to everyone.

Everyone. Hello?

Woman on phone: This is Ms. Wagner from the Morrison Bank.

- Is Mr. McCloud there, please? - It's the bank.

McCloud: The bank? For the bank, I'm in.

He'll be right here.

- That's real service. - Mm-hmm.

- Yo. Clifford: This is Mr. Hebron.

- Mr. McCloud? - It's the man. What's the word?

- Bad. - Bad? What do you mean bad?

You've been turned down, if only I'd thought of that

when you first showed up from New Mexico.

Turned down? Why? Hey, look, you gotta be kiddin'.

I got a, I got a credit statement that'd choke a horse.

Turned down.

Well, Sam, I'm sorry.

What made them change their mind?

I don't know, somethin' about the collateral being

all out of state, can't check on until Friday, some nonsense.

Oh, you'd think they'd be more cooperative than that.

I think they've forgotten the-- the meaning of the word

in this town.

Well, not everyone in this town has.

Oh, Stacy, Stacy, Stacy.

Now, what would I have done without you, hm? Hm?

Done? The past is negative.

Let's concentrate on the positive, huh?

How much do you need?

You know, you're a nice lady,

but I don't think you can help me.

My, such lack of confidence in your local investment counselor.

Well, alright, let's, uh,

let's take it around at, uh, $100,000.

- How's that hit ya, huh? - You sure that's enough?

[chuckles] Are you serious?

Where-- where are you gonna get that kind of cash?

Well, I, I might be able to pull some strings,

arrange a loan with some people I know.

You are serious!

- If I can help you, I am. - Well--

Look, it wouldn't be your regular kind of loan.

It would be a private one.

Oh, boy, I tell you, it would sure

pull my fat out of the fire.

Well, I've got a few clients

with limited amount of capital to invest.

But you'd have to meet the note on time, Sam. Can you?

There's no problem at all, easy as fallin' off a horse.

I got a $200,000 order comin' down the pike in LA on Friday.

Well, the interest might be pretty steep.

I'm over a barrel. I'm willin' to pay a couple of extra points.

You sure you can get this for me?

I'll do my best.

You do and you got yourself four brand-new hub caps.

Hub caps?

Attached to a nice, shiny convertible.

Vincent: Pretty good.

- Solid as an oak. - Yeah, stand by as long, too.

See, the name of your company is, uh,

Southwestern Consolidated Industries

at 10500 Central Avenue?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I got the whole block.

How long will you need the loan for?

Oh, don't think I'll need it for more than Tuesday.

Got a big order in LA that's, uh, comin' through, uh,

net me twice that.

I think I can have an answer for you tonight.

You can check it out that quick?

Well, you see, Ms. Decker's recommendation

carries a lot of weight.

Know what you mean, yeah.

I'll be waitin' for your call.

My pleasure.

Get me Carpenter.

- What did Carpenter say? - It's a go.

You mean he's really loaded?

To the gills, inventory property.

- Hard up on cash, though. - [chuckles] So am I.

Aren't you always? Now, you'll get your five percent.

- And if there's a penalty? - You share.

And with his assets, I hope he's one guy

that doesn't make the payments.

Now, I want that kid out of jail and taken care of

before someone starts listening to what he has to say.

I've got five or six of our runners soliciting

for the Puerto Rican Protective League right now.

What the hell is that supposed to be?

That's what you're gonna use to put up the money

for the kid's bail.

- Looks more legit that way. - Hm.

Yeah, but are you sure he's ready to, uh, cop a plea?

Hm, between his lawyer,

his sick mother and me,

I think we got him pretty well convinced.

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

Hey, faster than a rattler.

When you say you're gonna move, you move.

Well, you said you were in a hurry,

I tried to do the best I could.

You know it's amazing what $100,000 in cold cash,

how good that'll make you feel.

I hope I feel the same way, uh, next Tuesday.

Oh, you can depend on it.

Ten neat little bundles just like we got here.

Eleven.

To make up for the full, 110,000.

Now, wait a minute, I said I'd go for a couple of extra points,

but $10,000 interest for a week?

You think that's too much for an unsecured loan?

- Yeah. - You can always turn it down.

[chuckles] Oh, it's a good thing

I don't need it for more than a week.

Well, see you next Tuesday, Mr. McCloud.

Wait a minute. Hold on there now.

You mean there's no, uh, signing? No loan contract?

No dotted line? Nothin'?

Papers is only as good as the man who signs it.

Good day.

My new business is pretty good.

Over a $100,000 in less than a week.

Yeah, almost enough to cover your expenses

at the Thayer Hotel.

Now, when do they want their money back?

The showdown's next Tuesday, but you better check out

a couple of fellows, one of them's name's Vincent Burns,

the other is Chuck Donalds, also a company called Tracom.

- It's the front for the sharks. - Alright.

Now, remember, with this bunch, they figure out who you are,

they'll want more than just money, your head.

I'll be careful.

- What's the next step? - It's a big one.

[aircraft droning]

Boy, when you decide to sweep a girl off her feet,

you don't mess around, do you?

Well, that's your fault. You know that, don't you?

- My fault? - Yeah.

You were the one that helped me secure the loan, right?

Well, the least you can do is keep me company to Los Angeles

so I can pick up the money to pay it back.

Now, don't you agree with that, hm?

Well, I'd take almost any excuse to see Catalina.

[bells ringing]

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[indistinct announcement on PA]

Look, everything you say is true.

I know, I know it's true, but it doesn't change the fact

that I'm innocent.

Basically, we're all guilty, Larry. Hm?

Yeah, right, but, but I mean, I didn't kill that woman.

- Perhaps-- - Look, I wouldn't lie to you.

You know, it's just the way I said it happened.

But there are other things to take into consideration.

Your mother, your sister, they need you, Larry.

Yeah, but I mean, I gotta, I-- I got to go to jail

on a manslaughter charge, too?

But five years is not a lifetime.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Hey, I've never seen a chassis like that

in any body shop that I know.

You never know, maybe one of your shops supplied her parts.

If we had parts like that, we'd triple our business in a month.

[laughs] I don't believe it!

They don't have enough money, and they pitch in to this kid

like he's gonna lead them to the promised land.

Yup, small change and well-used bills.

They're the last to get anything...

including enough brains to keep what they've got.

Stacy: Sam. McCloud: Hm?

Stacy: Are you in trouble?

Never felt better in my life.

- I mean, about the money. - Oh, money.

That'll teach me to kiss an investment counselor.

You've called that man all week.

Well, don't worry about it.

He'll have the money for me tomorrow.

- Sam. - Mm?

Hey.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like

if, if you met a certain person

at a different time,

different place,

under different circumstances?

You know, the Indians have a one-word philosophy

that you ought to know about.

- Yeah? What? - Now.

- Now? - Yeah.

They say the past is old and dead,

and the future is new and not born yet,

but now is the only time.

- It's true. - Mm-hmm.

Now is all we have.

Don't worry. He's gonna pick up the money today.

Tomorrow's Tuesday. Right down to the wire.

He's that kind of a man.

He likes to play it close to the edge.

Well, keep your fingers crossed.

- He falls over the side. - Why?

Well, his company is small, but is blue chip.

And a $100,000 would be cheap to get our teeth into it.

- Oh. - I'll talk to you later, baby.

[instrumental music]

You just sit tight, take me a minute.

We'll ride on the airport.

[intense music]

- How did it go? - By the numbers.

Court hearing is set. He'll be out tomorrow.

The neighborhood raised the entire bail.

Oh...

And who would have thought that once he got out,

he'd jump bail?

Never to be seen again.

That's the way those people are.

Sorry.

Sam, we've been in business too long together

for you to take this kind of an attitude.

What kind of an attitude do you expect me to take?

You song and dance me for a whole week

and then you come up empty-handed.

I only need the credit line extended a month.

Look, cash is tight. I'm being squeezed out of shape.

Well, my figure isn't being helped much either.

- Sam, what are you gonna do? - I don't know.

They're just gonna have to give me more time. That's all.

Let's go!

Call headquarters. Tell them it went as planned.

[aircraft droning]

- It is Tuesday, Mr. McCloud. - Yeah, yeah, I know.

Look, I'm sorry to hold up on payin' you back,

but I ran into a little setback.

Nothin' that can't be straightened out in a few days.

- That wasn't our deal. - Well, look.

I'm no happier about it than you are.

I just didn't get the money out of LA that I was depending on.

Just take a little bit more time than expected. That's all.

And how much longer will it take?

- Couple of months at the most. - Months?

Extension like that will cost you another $100,000.

That's a 100 percent interest!

You try a scam like that, and I'll yell sheriff

faster than you... [groans]

We'll forget about the two months

and stick to our original deal.

It's Tuesday midnight, Mr. McCloud.

Oh, uh, by the way,

our office will be open 24 hours for your convenience.

Sam, what happened?

Oh, just a little reminder from your friendly loan company there

that I'm a little overdue.

- What are you gonna do? - Your basic army maneuver.

- What? - Retreat.

- Where? - Home.

- When? - Tonight.

[instrumental music]

What do you mean he's out?

On bail.

On a murder charge?

It's been reduced to manslaughter.

You mean, he cracked, huh?

- He confessed. - So you won.

The state won.

Lieutenant, this came for you.

It has to do with the Moreno case.

Oh.

Vinny. Livingston.

Man on phone: Yeah. - Look, I couldn't help it.

His mother came to court with a lot of friends.

I had to drive 'em all home.

No, not too much longer.

Look, you better send Chuck over here.

I've been waiting downstairs.

Just in case I need some help, alright?

Alright.

[indistinct singing on TV]

[knocking on door]

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

Mr. McCloud.

[speaking in foreign language]

Uh, would you like some wine?

No, no. No, thank you. It's...

No, it's really not my idea of a celebration that

a woman is killed by accident rather than by premeditation.

Please, excuse me. Could, could I have a word with you?

Look, I know you're not gonna believe me,

but I didn't kill that woman.

Why didn't you stick to your story?

'Cause I had to think of--

Don't you think you're being a bit hard on the boy?

He's come to his decision after weighing all the facts.

There's only one fact, he either killed her or he didn't.

Well, do you have a personal concern in this matter?

I've been working on the case.

- Yeah. - In what capacity?

I'm attached to the New York Police.

Sam McCloud is the name.

Oh. Father Livingston.

- Father. - Yes.

I'm gratified that, uh, someone like you

is working so hard on Larry's behalf.

But you must understand that he's doing

what he feels is right for himself and for his family.

Now, if some mistake has been made,

then I feel I must share in it.

Well, I, I suppose no harm's been done

if, if I can come through on my end.

Excuse me, please.

[speaking in foreign language]

Ah, what can I do for you, Mr. Easton?

Monsignor, some of your congregation

left this at police headquarters.

Some of my congregation gave you this and...

and you want to give it to the church?

T-- they didn't give it to me directly.

Actually, it was for Larry Moreno.

See, that-- they brought it to court

to, to pay for his bail, but it was too late.

Then they brought it over to my office, but by that time

Larry had already been released from jail.

I, um, I don't quite understand this.

Well, monsignor, I figured you knew all about it.

Uh, well, why would I?

Well, your church spearheaded

the fundraising drive for the money.

Well, uh, I-- I think you must be confused.

I ordered no such drive for money.

Well, actually, it was Father Livingston

that seemed to be in charge of it.

- Livingston? - Well...

Uh, there's no Father Livingston in this parish.

[intense music]

Monsignor, uh, may I use this telephone, please?

- Certainly. - You see...

There is no Father Livingston in the parish.

Chief Clifford. Quick.

Look, Mr. McCloud, I hope you're not gonna be

too sore with me for changing my mind.

No, forget it. I understand. It's, it's alright.

I'm going to take Larry over to meet Father Wallace.

Father Wallace has expressed a great interest in Larry's case.

Mr. McCloud, I must say it's been a pleasure meeting you.

Well, it's been my pleasure.

Look, if there's anything that I can do

to-- to help the situation at all....

- What are you doing here? - Well--

Oh, Mr. McCloud here is a police officer.

He's been working on this young man's case.

What-- what are you doing?

He knows more about us than you do.

Oh. Well, I guess we better find Vinny.

I don't think he'll mind an extra guest. Let's go.

Let's move.

[intense music]

Oh, please, try to understand me.

We are here as friends. Comprende? Amigos.

[speaking in foreign language]

Now your son is in very serious trouble

and we wanna help him. We're amigos,friends.

[speaking in foreign language]

Broadhurst, don't you speak any Spanish?

You're not friends! You're police!

You framed my brother and now you wanna put him back into jail

for, for something he didn't do!

[speaking in foreign language]

Now, I know you don't like us, and I'm sorry about that,

but this is one time you have to trust us.

Now, the man that came here dressed as a priest is a fake.

He only got your brother out of jail in order to hurt him,

not to help him. Now it's up to you.

If you don't help us, then your brother and the man with him

are in very serious trouble.

Please. There's not much time.

What, what do you want to know?

This is Chief Clifford. Attention. Urgent.

I want all cars to be on the lookout

for a light-green Chevrolet,

'68, '69, '70, possibly a year earlier or later.

There are four occupants,

driven by a man disguised as a priest.

If seen, do not apprehend. Repeat, do not apprehend.

Notify me immediately. 10-4.

- It's a big city. - It's a big force.

Let's go.

[helicopter whirring]

Man on radio: Chopper Patrol seven.

I may have spotted the green Chevrolet.

- Where? - On the Stillwell Throughway.

Man on radio: Heading north.

I can't make an ID on the car

without getting closer.

No, don't take the chance. Hang back.

But let me know if he changes directions.

Do I head out Stillwell, chief?

It circles around the far end of LaGuardia.

We could make it there faster.

I think he'd be turning off to the sound.

That's in the opposite direction.

LaGuardia.

This is Chief Clifford.

Check with LaGuardia tower,

flight plans, this afternoon, all private planes.

Woman on radio: Yes, sir.

Seems like we're always takin' airplane rides together.

- I-- I'm sorry, Sam. - And I'm touched.

But we don't wanna go stumbling along memory lane now, do we?

Come on, let's get aboard.

Woman on radio: Chief Clifford, this is headquarters.

This is Clifford. Go ahead.

I have a new report from LaGuardia Control.

There's just been a take-off request.

Pilot, one Bruce F. Carpenter

from area 14. Over.

- We're almost there. Woman on radio: 10-4.

[airplane whirring]

[tires screeching]

There he is.

We'll never catch him. Not this way.

Clifford: Right. Turn left. Broadhurst: Off the runway.

Clifford: Off the runway and head straight

for the small planes.

[tires screeching]

Pull over to that plane with the mechanic.

Is the plane ready to fly?

Yeah. What's it to you?

I'm Chief Clifford, New York Police. I need it.

Hey. Hey! Are you checked out in this bird?

Clifford: You better believe it.

You don't have to worry, I flew for the army in the big one.

I'm not worried. I flew for the navy in the real one.

[aircraft droning]

Mr. McCloud, I'm sorry.

For what?

For not staying in jail like you told me.

If I would, then none of this would've happened.

You gotta stop knocking yourself.

You did what you thought was best.

Yeah, I thought I was taking the advice of a priest.

Now we're gonna die.

Well, I'm not ready to accept that notion yet.

Well, what can we do?

Well, there's one thing we can do.

Larry: What? - Don't give up.

[aircraft droning]

- You're still climbing. - Uh-huh.

- I wanna get above 'em. - You're losing distance.

Yeah, but I'm gaining time.

He thinks he'll be in the clear and he won't have

those throttles wide open.

[aircraft droning]

[aircraft droning]

The way you've got this plane trimmed,

I don't see how we're gonna catch them.

Don't you worry. We'll catch 'em.

Look at the gauge, see, we, we gotta get this nose up

about five degrees.

Will you get your hands off?

[aircraft droning]

You alright?

You really care?

You know what they intend to do, don't you?

Look, Sam, I never meant for it to go this far.

You mean a lot to me.

They didn't bring you along for the joy ride.

They're gonna dump you in the ocean,

just like me and Larry.

You don't think they're ever gonna trust you again, do you?

Bruce said that, that they just wanted me to come along...

to see what happens to welshers.

Well, you might get a chance to see,

but you're not gonna get a chance to remember it.

[aircraft droning]

In all due respect, chief,

I don't think you know that much about this type of plane.

- Now maybe I should take over. - No, I'll do the flying.

Chief, I've got over 400 hours in this type of plane.

Yeah? Well, my qualifications are better.

Easton: What? - I'm chief.

[aircraft droning]

Have you got that patch through on the right frequency yet?

Man on radio: Yes, sir, any time you want.

Bruce Carpenter, Bruce Carpenter, do you read me?

- This is he. - This is Chief of Detectives.

Peter B. Clifford of the New York Police.

I am in the plane right above you and I want you

to return to the field immediately.

Since there is no conceivable reason

why I should believe that you are a detective,

I can only take it for granted

that this is some kind of sick joke.

[aircraft droning]

In the old days we could have shot him down.

Hey, chief, remember McCloud's in there.

Yeah.

[aircrafts droning]

[aircrafts droning]

Bruce Carpenter, Bruce Carpenter, do you read me?

I want you to return to the airfield immediately.

You remember that old Indian expression?

- Now? - Yeah.

Now is the time.

You help me now, and I'll help you later.

But how, Sam?

The key to my cuffs are in my outside coat pocket

on the right-hand side.

[intense music]

[music continues]

He's lost control.

[aircraft droning]

Have you ever flown a plane before?

Ah, only in the back. Uh...

Hey, hey, keep that gun on 'em in case they,

in case they wake up.

[aircraft droning]

Carpenter, Carpenter, are you in trouble?

He's not, but I sure am.

[music continues]

McCloud, is that you driving that airplane?

Yeah, it's me!

McCloud, pick up the microphone, will you?

It's under your left hand.

Yeah, it's me, chief.

Alright, now where's Carpenter?

McCloud: He's unconscious. Look, chief.

I'd appreciate it if you'd give me any tips that you got

to get me down with this thing.

Alright, now, McCloud, you're doing fine. It's fine.

Now, uh, the first thing I want you to do

is locate the altimeter.

That's a little dial to your left. You find it?

Yeah, the little... Yeah, yeah, I got it! Right!

Clifford: Alright, what does it say?

Ah, the little hand is on the three,

the big hand is just below it, on the four.

You're looking at the clock, McCloud! It says 3:20!

Oh, yeah. The altimeter! Yeah, I got it!

Ah, the alti... It's, uh, 1500 feet.

14, 13-- 1300 and dropping!

Take over, will you, Easton? Maybe I can talk him down.

I got it, chief.

Alright, McCloud.

Now I want you to listen to me. I don't wanna make you nervous.

But for once your life you better do what I tell you.

Clifford: Nancy 2-5-7-0-7 calling LaGuardia tower.

We have an emergency.

Man 2: N-2-5-7-0-7, this is LaGuardia Control.

What is the nature of your emergency?

Clifford: LaGuardia Control, this is Chief Clifford, NYPD.

Escorting twin tiger with six persons,

one 500 pounds of fuel.

Location approximately 2-5 miles northwest of airport,

altitude 2100.

Pilot of the second plane inexperienced,

will attempt to talk him down. Request permission to land.

Man 2: Roger, Chief Clifford, we'll give you the clearance

to land on runway 2-5

the moment all emergency equipment is in position.

We have you on the screen, wind 0-niner-100 at 1-8.

Clifford: Roger, Control. Runway 2-5.

This is LaGuardia tower. We have an emergency in progress.

Atlantic 4-0-7, maintain present altitude

and commence holding pattern over sound.

Man 3: Atlantic 4-0-7. Roger. Holding.

Man on radio: Emergency four, five and seven.

Assume positions at 2000-foot intervals, runway 2-5.

Two small twin-engine craft emergency.

[engines revving]

Man on radio: Emergency two, three and six to area-14.

Two, three, six to area-14.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Man on radio: We have an emergency.

[siren wailing]

Clifford: You're doing just fine. Just fine.

I could almost think you are a pilot.

Appreciate your confidence, chief.

Man on radio: Chief Clifford, you're clear to land.

Clifford: Roger. Clear to land. Cross your fingers.

Man on radio: Roger, chief. Will do.

Alright, now, McCloud, the first thing I want you to do

is let down the landing gear.

That's a little knob just down by your right leg.

- Can you find it? - Ah, yeah.

Looks like a little toy tire.

Yes, that's right. That's right.

McCloud: What do I do with it?

Well, turn it to you, McCloud. Turn it to you.

Fine. Fine. You're doing fine, McCloud. Just fine.

Man on radio: Engine 1-0-niner,

make a right turn to the nearest intersection and hold.

Wait for further information. We have an emergency in progress.

Man on radio: ...1-0-niner.

Man 3: Roger.

Now, McCloud, we're going in

for a nice smooth landing.

Appreciate your confidence, chief.

Now the next thing you do, McCloud,

is you pull back on the throttles.

You see those two round knobs to the right of you?

- Yeah. - Well, those are the throttles.

Now you pull back on them very easy.

Both of them?

Both at the same time. That's right.

And while you're doing that,

you push forward on the wheel.

Oh, and keep your, keep your feet off those pedals.

[aircraft droning]

Back a little more.

Forward on the wheel. That's right.

Man on radio: Stand by, crash crew.

Emergency aircraft are on funnel number one and two,

both clear to land.

[intense music]

Okay, pull back on the throttles a little more.

Easy. Forward on the wheel.

Man on radio: Northwest 7-4-1...

Commence holding pattern over south.

You're number three to land.

We have an emergency, 7-4-1.

Man on 4: Roger. We'll hold.

Easy. Easy. That's it. That's it.

You're doing real good now. A little more.

Back on the throttles.

Forward on the wheel, back on the throttles!

Yeah, yeah.

[siren wailing]

McCloud, get your feet off those pedals!

You're making a left turn!

McCloud: How do I stop this thing, chief?

Clifford: Pull the throttles all the way back. All the way.

[instrumental music]

[siren wailing]

Man on radio: This is LaGuardia Control.

Emergency status has been lifted.

Atlantic 4-0-7, you are clear to land. Runway 2-5.

Man on 5: 4-0-7. Roger.

There you go. [sighs]

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