All language subtitles for McCloud S05E08 Sharks

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]

[theme music]