All language subtitles for McCloud S06E04 Three Guns for New York

What can we do at lunch
besides eat?

Oh, what do you have in mind?

Nothing a lady could
put into words, partner.

That's wicked.

Miss Chris Coughlin,
you want her alive?

All you got to do is
tell us where the money is.

Now you get that money
in 24 hours, McCloud,

or she's dead.
Do you hear me?

They've kidnapped Chris.

Do you think you can keep
a thing like this quiet?

The chief has got to be told!

McCloud, did I ever tell you,
you drive me nuts?

[gunshot]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[buzzer buzzing]

Hey, Val, Burl,
how are you guys?

- Hey, good to see ya. Huh?
- How you doin', kid?

How you doin', Burl?
Well, how's it feel, you guys?

How do you think it feels?
Where is he?

You ain't gonna believe this,
but he's in New York.

- In New York?
- Yeah.

He's, uh, he's doing some kind
of temporary assignment

with the New York cops,
you know.

Well, that's even better.

A man can get killed
real easy in New York.

Real easy.

[dramatic music]

Clifford: Men, burglary is the
fastest growing major crime

in the country today.

We've had more than
our share of it,

as you well know.

We now have solid information
from various informants

that a single multi-million
dollar ring was back of the rash

of burglaries
we had last October.

And we've learned
they're ready to hit again.

Now that means that
every available able-bodied man

will be on night burglary detail
until further notice.

That includes you, McCloud.

Appreciate your confidence,
chief. You bet.

Hmm. Dismissed.

Uh, chief, if it isn't
too much to ask,

I mean, it-- it's about
my partner.

Well, what about your partner?

Well, I was wondering, uh,
is-- is it McCloud again?

Oh, I'm sure I can arrange that.

Oh, no! Well, it's not that I
have anything against McCloud,

but, well, I've been sergeant--

Excuse me, uh, I don't,
I hope I'm not interruptin'

nothin' here,
but I just wonder

who am I assigned to.
Do you know?

Well, let's see, uh, you'll be
working with, uh...

- Broadhurst.
- Oh.

- Unless you've some objections.
- No, no.

Uh, well, I was wondering
if it's really fair to McCloud,

uh, drawing the same partner
all the time.

I mean, he's here to learn
and you really only learn

by having varied experiences
and by meeting

and working
with different people.

Hey, don't give it
another thought, Joe.

I don't mind
gettin' stuck with ya.

As a matter of fact, uh,
we haven't had

a dull assignment yet, have we?

- That's true.
- Good.

Then it's all settled.
The odd couple rides again.

Now if you gentlemen
will excuse me.

Uh, uh, look, Joe, now if
something's botherin' you.

If you have somethin' on
your mind, just spit it out.

I mean, what are friends for?

Well, it's not that
I don't like you, McCloud.

I mean,
I-- I-- I really do, you know?

It's just that
every time we work together.

- Mm-hmm.
- Everything always goes wrong.

Always.

Well, we have had a few funny
ones there in the past, yeah.

A few, huh?

Well, they always work out
alright, Joe.

Yeah, it's what happens before
that I'm talking about.

You see, McCloud,
my anniversary's comin' up

tomorrow night and I've arranged
to, uh, swap shifts with Grover.

- Oh.
- That is, I had arranged.

As soon as he finds out that
you're gonna be his partner...

Are you kidding? Hey, don't give
that another thought, Joe.

Grover and me, we're just
as good as friends

as fleas on a two-dollar donut.

That's what you think.

You better, uh,
get a little sleep.

We gotta get back here
at 1:30, you know.

- Yeah.
- Hey, Joe.

Now this is the one, you watch.

Just gonna be a piece of cake.
That's all.

Nothing's gonna happen.
[chuckles]

[instrumental music]

Woman on PA: Flight 276
from Denver, Colorado,

expected arrival time, 6:23 a.m.
will be arriving 30 minutes late

due to inclement weather
over Chicago.

Captain Nielsen, please contact

Laurentian Airways
ticket counter.

Passengers for Flight 126
for Los Angeles,

your plane will be
departing from Gate Five.

[instrumental music]

McCloud: It looks like this is
gonna be the last dinner

for a while, Chris.

I'll be working nights until
we come up with somethin'.

You mean that burglary business?

Hmm.

Well, I can't say
I care much for that.

Well, there's always lunch.

I can't say I care much
for that either.

What can we do at lunch
besides eat?

Uh, well, what do
you have in mind?

Nothing a lady could
put into words, partner.

Oh. That's wicked.

[chuckles]

Well, we always got the weekend.

That's not gonna work either.

I'm going to Connecticut
to get a start on my new book.

- Put it off.
- I've been putting it off.

And off. And off.
Thanks to you.

Just put it off and off again.

[chuckles] My publishers
just don't understand

about marshals and things
coming into a girl's life.

So, you're just gonna have
to solve

this burglary business
tonight, Sam.

Otherwise, it complicates
everything.

- Hm.
- In fact, I insist on it.

Well, I guess I'll just
have to oblige the lady.

There you go.

[McCloud chuckles]

He's working tonight, Val.

Burl: How do you know?

What do you mean, how do I know?

I been here a whole month
watching this guy.

Every move he's made.

I even sucked
around headquarters,

I made some contacts. Right?

Now according
to the duty roster,

he's working down
by the river tonight.

Val: That's terrific.

Listen, uh, we better
kick this thing around.

Look, I figure we can
get him tomorrow.

Go down by his hotel tomorrow
and we'll get him.

Why wait?

You heard him,
he's working tonight.

Lot of cops
get in trouble on duty.

Just hold it.

We're gonna figure
this thing out.

Figure it out!

I've been figuring it out
for 12 years!

Every day, every minute!

And every time I forget,
I got this arm

to remind me what I owe him.

We get him tonight!

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

I think somebody's tailing us.

You sure?

No, I'm not sure, but...

Then we find out.

Yeah.

They're still on our tails.

Who do you suppose it could be?

It could be anybody.

Feds, insurance boys, cops

anyone who knew we were out.

That settles it. We cool it.

Cool it, hell! We're going!

- With a tail?
- So shake it!

What am I supposed to do, Burl?
Fly away?

We'll make our move later.

Now! We do it now!

We can't!

Oh, you guys...

Alright, you get McCloud.

I'll take care of the tail.

- How?
- Don't worry about it.

I'll think of something.
Just keep turning corners.

Alright.

[instrumental music]

Alright,
make it around the block

and stop in front
of those street repairs.

- What for?
- I'll take care of the tail.

[music continues]

Alright, we'll meet you
at the hotel later.

Burl: No. You can't.
Why not?

The tail might head there
after we lose 'em.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Burl: I'll find a safe place

for you guys to bring McCloud.

Keep him in the car.

Call me at the hotel at 9:00.

I'll have a place set by then.

Alright.

What do you think, Val?

Do what the man says.

[instrumental music]

[whistles]

[instrumental music]

Listen, I know Burl's crazy,
but this gotta be insane.

There's too many
cops around here.

Relax, will you?

It's just the 2 o'clock shift

going off duty, that's all.

[instrumental music]

Hey, there he is.

He sure doesn't seem
to have changed much.

[dramatic music]

Let's go.

I hope these tips are reliable.

Well, the trouble with tips',
Joe, they can work both ways.

- Both ways?
- Yeah.

They can tip us and then tip
them that they tipped us.

That way they could knock over
a whole other part of town,

while we're in the wrong place
at the right time.

Look, McCloud, let's just do
our job

and let Clifford worry
about the possibilities.

Just thinkin' out loud, Joe,
that's all.

Just thinkin' out loud.

That's the trouble, McCloud,
every time you start thinking,

things start happening to me.

Look, I'm just a guest here,
I'm just visitin'

the New York Police Department.

If thinking
goes against the grain,

I'll refrain from it.

Joe: Anything?
- Not even a mouse.

Hey, are we still on for that
shift swap tomorrow night?

What? Oh, the anniversary.
Yeah. Sure.

I don't see any reason why I...

Ah, Joe,
can I talk to you a minute?

Ah, we got some coffee left
if you want it.

No, no.
We brought some fresh there.

Okay, Polk,
let's cash it in, huh?

Later.

- No trouble I hope?
- No. No, no trouble.

You set up across the street.

I mean, I'm gonna be working
with Grover tomorrow night.

- Is that right?
- Right. Right.

I'll-- I'll cover the back.
You cover front.

What did it cost ya?

McCloud, you don't wanna know.

[chuckles] Well, I just kinda
like to know

what the going rate is.

I gotta pull a weekend shift
for Grover.

Boy, that doesn't seem fair.

A whole weekend
just for one night.

And that one night you know,
will probably be the night

that he gets a citation for
busting up the burglary gang.

Huh. Yeah.

Well, look, you get
all the citations

you want to with Grover.

As for tonight, we'll just take

it nice and easy.

No waves, you understand?

I don't wanna spend my
anniversary tomorrow

filling out paperwork.

I got you, Joe.

[laughing]

Hi, ho, Silver.

Everything alright, fella?

Where's your horse, cowboy?

You know, you look like
you could use a little help.

- Who, me?
- Yeah. Why don't we--

I was just down here
at this bar and...

It's a great idea, cowboy.
Why don't you just shut up?

This ain't your night, fellas.

You know I'm a police officer.

No kidding.

[instrumental music]

[alarm blaring]

Halt! Police!

Get 'em!

[engine revving]

[gunshots]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

What happened, McCloud?

Well, I don't rightly know.

It seemed like a setup to me.

A setup? Who?
What for?

I'll be danged if I know.

Did you get the license number?

No.

[siren wailing]

What next, McCloud?
What next?

Alright, Hold it right there.
Both of you.

Hey, take it easy.
We're police officers too.

I said hold it.

Hey, he's telling it like it is,
partner.

We're on stakeout.

What's that have to do
with breaking and entering?

Well, it's, uh,
it's kind of a long story.

Yeah, well, tell it
to the chief of police.

McCloud: What can I tell you?
I was jumped.

- I got suckered.
- Uh-huh. Why?

McCloud: Good question.
- Well, thank you, McCloud.

I pride myself
on asking good questions.

I hope that buried somewhere

in that head of yours
is a good answer.

No, except that I think maybe
that some of these tips

that we've been operatin'
on are a mite fishy.

I see. And just how do you come
to that interesting conclusion?

Well, either that, or there's
a leak around here somewhere.

In my department?
Oh, come on, McCloud.

Let's not get
paranoid about this.

You know, you're beginning
to sound like a real New Yorker.

Maybe, but they knew
that we were there!

Then why didn't they attack
Broadhurst?

No, McCloud,
just a couple of punks,

out on the town,
roaming around.

They spot you,
out for a thrill

or your bank roll.
Happens all the time.

Well, it just
didn't have that,

that kind of a feel to it,
chief.

You know, they knew
that I was a cop.

How, in that getup?

When I said
I'm a police officer,

the guy behind me
with a gun in my back says,

"No kiddin'."
I mean, "No kidding."

So? I hear there're people
in this country

that just don't like cops.

So what do you want me to do,
just forget about it?

Might as well, McCloud.

Happens all the time.

It's about time
you learned that.

Well, I'd still like
to run it down,

if you don't mind.

Sorry. You're on night stakeouts
indefinitely.

Then I'll do it in the day
on my own time.

McCloud, did I ever tell you,
you drive me nuts?

You're always
in some kind of a foul-up.

Foul-up?
That was no foul-up.

Alright, McCloud.

I can't tell you what to do
when you're off duty.

But if you do anything
that rubs off

on anybody in this department.

Chief, I appreciate it.

McCloud.

When your, uh,
pride settles down

and that, uh, shiner goes away,

try looking at it like this.

You fought those characters off.

You might even have destroyed
a budding career in crime.

You know, I might agree
to that, chief

when I'm satisfied
that you're right.

[instrumental music]

What the hell happened to you?

What do you mean
what the hell happened to me?

It's just as we thought.

Besides that he's got a partner.

So what?
There were two of you too.

So we banged him up a little,
but that's all.

That's all?

Well, what do you want me to do,
kill him?

That's terrific.

And we never get the money,
right?

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

Well, McCloud, that's the fourth
informant we've rousted.

Yeah. I don't think
they were lying either.

Well, then maybe
Clifford is right.

Yeah, except...

there was somethin' about, uh,
the voice behind me.

I don't know. I just can't put
my finger on.

- They, uh, call you by name?
- No.

Well, then you're
just imagining things.

Come on,
I gotta get some sleep.

Oh, yeah.
We gotta be back by noon.

Uh, not we, McCloud, you.

I've got the night off,
remember? My anniversary.

I've got tickets to the ballet.

Reservations
at the Paradise Room.

Soup to nuts, tuxedo,
the whole works.

Hey, Carol's gonna love that.

I don't know which is gonna
please her more though.

The anniversary
or knowing I'm not out

on a stakeout with you.

McCloud: There you go.

[instrumental music]

Well, happy anniversary, Joe.

Thanks. Okay.

Look, we can't
try again in broad daylight.

If anything goes wrong,
he's gonna make us for sure.

He might make us anyway,
following him all around town.

Well, what choice we got?

Let's go.

If we report in that those
three cons

spent all day
watching police headquarters,

we'll be sent in
for medical checkups.

What you see is what we got.

The question is,
who are they following?

I didn't get a good look
at who got into that cab.

Well, unless they've
changed the rules

whoever it is
has got to get out again.

Burl: For all we know,
there may not even be any money.

Maybe he spent it.

Nah. Why would he still
be a cop then?

He never left the force.

He went straight from Taos
to New York

on some kind of exchange deal.
I know.

I checked on him
back in New Mexico.

He lived real quiet back there.

No big deal,
no big expenses.

He lives the same way here.

Uh,
he's probably just laying low,

taking his time,
counting on a nest egg.

Let me tell you somethin',
this guy is smarter

than we thought.

Or getting good information.

What's that supposed to mean?

Means how do you know so much
about McCloud?

Well, that was the idea,
wasn't it, Burl?

I was supposed to go get a line
on him for all of us.

For all of us, huh?

Maybe just for you
is more like it.

How do I know you didn't make
a deal with McCloud

while we were in the pen?

What deal?

You're crazy, Burl.

Or maybe you took
the money yourself

and all this is just
a big beautiful act.

Look, that's my brother
you're leaning on. Alright?

And I don't like it.

Can't he talk for himself?

I can talk for myself.
It's alright, Val.

It's been coming a long time.

Let's have it out
right now, Burl.

Alright, you guys got caught,
I didn't.

So what do you want from me?

I'm sorry you spent 12 years
in the joint.

I'm real sorry about that.

But at least I was
on the outside

watchin' out for you.

Maybe.

Burl, I did just
what we agreed on.

I kept a good eye on the cop

and I did it real good.

It never occurred to you
we might be in jail for life.

You were just gonna wait around

and hope maybe we'd get out.

Alright, I ain't gonna kid you.

I'm human
just like anybody else.

Yeah, I thought about it.
I thought about it plenty.

Why wouldn't I?
Wouldn't you?

You guys were in for life,
you were as good as dead.

And all that dough.
All that dough was somewhere.

Except all that money
always ended up with McCloud.

And I wasn't about to take on
a cop all by myself.

And when I heard you guys was up
for parole, and then.

Then the whole thing changed.
It was...

It was like starting all over
again, you know.

Just the three of us.

Hey, look, that's the truth.

I waited for you, didn't I?

I didn't have to do that,
but I did.

I was there at the prison
to meet you, wasn't I?

Who do you think we'd be looking
for if you weren't?

Alright, that's enough.

What Brad says is good enough
for me.

Well, it ain't good enough
for me.

Listen, we're not gonna get
anywhere hasslin', Burl.

Now we all want the same thing,
fair and square.

An even split.

That was the agreement.

An even split?
What about this?

You take that out on McCloud,
not on us.

Don't worry, pal.

You can bet on that.

Hey, heads up. He's stopping.

Now what?

Well, marshal.
This is it.

Our last hurrah.
Where do we eat?

If this is our last hurrah,

maybe we oughta be doing
somethin'

besides eating.

Really, marshal.

Val: This goes from bad
to worse.

Now he's got a broad with him.

Burl: Who is it?
Brad: A girlfriend.

Some kind of writer, I think.

Pretty thick.

- How thick?
- They're thick enough.

[instrumental music]

Thank you.

Now what? He's gonna
spot us if we sit here.

Let's get out of here.

What are you in the mood for

besides that?

Sam.

Sam?

- You talking to me?
- No.

- Why would I be talking to you?
- Oh, I'm-sorry, Chris.

I guess my police reflexes
just got the best of me.

I thought that that blue car
was following us.

It seemed to make every turn
that we...

We better get out of here.

- And there's another one.
- Another what?

Another car.

Which one?

That green one.

I thought you said it was blue.

Oh, the first one was blue.
This one is green.

They seemed to be
looking us over.

Oh, I see.

In other words,
there are two cars

that followed us
to this restaurant,

probably to find out
what we're up to. Right?

[chuckles] Well, at this rate,
they're certainly

going to be disappointed.

Well, it really doesn't make
much sense to me.

Sam, I'm gonna feed you.

Then I'm gonna head you back
to my corral and straighten

you out, 'cause there's no doubt
about it,

you've been in the saddle
too long.

There you go.

Now what was that all about?

- We've lost everybody.
- I don't know about that.

Maybe we've found who we've
really been looking for.

- How's that again?
- That guy they've been tailing.

I think I made him.

I mean, it doesn't make sense

his being here in New York

but I'm sure it was him.

Who? Who are you talking about?

McCloud, that Taos cop

that busted those guys
12 years ago.

He's right here in New York
at the same time as our friends.

It's just too much
of a coincidence

not to be connected
with the money.

But, man.

- Is that a mind blower.
- Why?

If you'd ever met this McCloud,
you wouldn't have to ask.

I mean, there's never been
a straighter cop.

Well, he wouldn't be
the first good cop

who walked off
with the cookie jar.

I'll have the lobster bisque
and the chef's salad.

What about you, Sam?

It's my treat, remember?

Excuse me.

Sam, where are you going?

Gotta make a phone call.
Be right back.

Sam, you never walk out
on a waiter in New York.

Just order for me,
will you, please?

Uh, he'll have an order
of Mexican jumping beans

and a glass of prune juice.

Please.

Who is it?

Oh, Joe!
You're early.

Are you gonna be off
for the rest of the day?

Oh, for the rest of the day
and night

there'll be just
the two of us.

It's our evening.

No faculty meetings.

No stakeouts. No...

[phone ringing]

- Hello?
McCloud on phone: Hey, Joe.

No.

Uh, Joe, look,
I wouldn't bother ya

especially tonight
on your anniversary.

There's nobody home.

Except, uh, I just don't want

nothing to happen to you.

[chuckles] What could happen
to me, McCloud?

I'm not working with you.

I'm not even on duty.

Yeah, I know that.

But something just happened that

uh, kinda got me to worryin'.

What came up?

Well, Joe, I can't put my finger

on anything definite,

but I think that I was followed

from headquarters.

McCloud

who'd be following you?

Well, I don't know, Joe,
but you know, uh,

coming on the heels
of last night,

you know, those fellas could've
been part of a street gang,

or racketeers that...

McCloud On Phone: All I'm saying
is that

there's no tellin' whose toes

that we might have stepped on.

We? Are you trying to tell me
they'd be following me, too?

Who, Joe?
Who's following you?

McCloud on phone: Joe, I'm not
tryin' to tell you anything.

All I know is
that you've had your mind

on your anniversary and maybe
you didn't see anybody.

Maybe there wasn't
anybody there.

McCloud: I don't know.
- You don't wanna worry me.

You just wanna make sure
I don't stop

looking over my shoulder
all night.

McCloud: Well, Joe, there's
Carol to think about too.

You know,
those fellas last night

they did play a little
bit rough.

[sighs] Alright, McCloud.

You made your point.
I'll be on my guard.

McCloud On Phone:
That's all that I'm asking, Joe.

Happy anniversary.

Yeah. Happy anniversary.

Joe, what was that all about?

Nothing.
Nothing at all.

Just McCloud wishing us
a beautiful evening.

[instrumental music]

That didn't take long, did it?

Ooh, that bisque that.

That really looks, uh...

This bean soup
seems a mite uncooked.

Unfulfilled.

Not uncooked.
Unfulfilled.

I thought it only appropriate
that our meal

be as unfulfilled
as our last hurrah.

Hey, Chris.
You ain't mad at me, are you?

Mad?
Oh, why would I be mad?

I mean, only wild dogs get mad.

Ladies from Manhattan get angry.

That's what I am. Angry.

Certainly not mad.

I see.

And you mean
the afternoon is gonna end

right here at the table?

You're not going to take me home

and get me out of the saddle
or anything.

- That's right.
- Well.

You're just gonna have to
content yourself with your horse

until after I have returned
from Connecticut

with my new book.

You know I might ride that horse

all the way to Connecticut.

You'd look awfully silly riding
horseback in your phone booth.

Don't give an inch, do ya?

I might have.

But it's too late now.

Now I've got appointments
all afternoon.

You're just going to have
to chew on your beans

and think carefully

about all the things
on the menu you missed.

[instrumental music]

My friend,
that is it. The girl.

What do you mean, the girl?

We've been looking
for a handle on McCloud. Right?

Yeah. That's right.

- Now we've got it.
- How?

It's simple.
We grab the broad.

Are you crazy? What do we want
to get mixed up with her for?

It's McCloud we want.

Look, getting McCloud does not

necessarily get us the money,

unless you think maybe
he's walking around

with four hundred thousand
dollars in his wallet.

Hey, Burl, Val's right,
you know.

We gotta let McCloud go get it.
Wherever he's got it stashed.

We'd have to
let him do that.

And we'd be right along
with him.

What if it's in a bank?

Do we just walk him in there
with a gun in his back?

It's been done before.

[instrumental music]

Edmonds: Jennings just
sent up your report.

Looks like we're finally
getting some place.

Now what do you need?

Could use some more help.

We're getting too many players
in the game

to watch 'em all ourselves.

Well, okay. I can pull out
Tricone and Baehr.

Possibly Antonio. But you're on
your own till tomorrow morning.

Should be able to handle that.

So far it doesn't look
like this, uh,

McCloud's going any place.

I'd watch that one
pretty close if I were you.

Don't let him know you're there.

When a cop goes bad,
he can be very dangerous.

I think between the two of us
we can handle one cowboy.

Well, just remember,
he carries a badge.

Edmond on phone: A man can get
away with a lot

when he thinks he owns the law.

10-4.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

- What is it?
- Nothing. Nothing.

Enjoy the ballet.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[engine rumbles]

[instrumental music]

- Miss Coughlin?
- Yes.

I'd like to talk to you
if I might.

Who are you?

There's nothin' to be afraid of.

I'd just like to talk to you.

I'd like to talk to you
a minute, Miss Coughlin.

Like I said, Miss Coughlin,

there's absolutely nothin'
to be afraid of.

Now, why don't you
just calm down?

[dramatic music]

[phone ringing]

[grunts]

- Yeah?
Man 1: It's 12 o'clock, marshal.

You wanted to be called.

Yeah. Thank you.

[dramatic music]

Uh-oh.
What do you think?

Burl: I've been waitin' for you
for a long time.

Now move it, McCloud.

Alright! Police officers!
Freeze!

[gunshots]

[tires screeching]

[grunting]

No use worrying about them,
McCloud.

They're not gonna help you.

What is this?

You mean to tell me you don't

remember us?

Yeah, I remember you.
What do you want?

Val: What do you want, McCloud?

You want to see your girlfriend
again? 'Cause we got her.

- What?
- Yeah.

Miss Chris Coughlin.
You want her alive?

All you got to do
is tell us where the money is.

What money?

Do we have to go through
all that?

What money
are you talkin' about?

We're talking about
the four hundred grand

from the bank job, cowboy.

Well, you know that money
was never recovered.

It was recovered alright,
McCloud.

And you're the one
that recovered it.

I know because I had every cop

checked out on the case.
And you're it, pal.

You're the only one who could
have it, McCloud.

The only one.
You were that close.

This is ridiculous!
You're crazy.

Alright, McCloud.

You don't wanna see her again?

Just keep it up.

We got all night.

Don't we, Burl?

And so does she.

But that's all she's got.

Look, fella.
What I'm tryin' to explain...

Oh, I'm sorry, McCloud,
that slipped.

Now you were sayin'?

About the money?
The money.

- Burl, cut it out!
- The money.

[grunting]

Take it easy!

Take it easy!

- Cut it out!
- Alright.

Just take it easy!

Now you get that money
in 24 hours, McCloud,

or she's dead!
You hear me?

We'll call you
and if you ain't got it

or if you go to the cops
she's dead!

Do you understand?

Twenty-four hours, McCloud.

Pull this thing over.
Let's get him out of here.

[instrumental music]

[siren blaring]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Get all these civilians back.

Get 'em back, will you please?

[siren blaring]

What've you got, Polk?

No eye witnesses so far.

The one going into
the ambulance is, uh,

Arthur J. Wilson,
FBI agent out of Manhattan.

And the dead man.

Edward T. Carter,
another FBI man

only he's out of New Mexico.

New Mexico?

- Isn't that McCloud's hotel?
- Yeah.

See if he's in there, Grover.

[panting]

Well, Mrs. Broadhurst.
Happy anniversary.

Oh, thank you, darling. It was
a perfectly lovely evening.

Well, almost.

I don't understand what we were

looking around for though.

Well, neither do I,
let's not talk about it

because I'll get upset again.

I'm sorry, darling.

I won't bring it up again.

Besides,
the evening has just begun.

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

You mean even after eight years?

Especially after eight years.

And especially since that gown

is driving me out of my mind.

[phone ringing]

Why didn't we just
leave the phone off the hook?

Hello? Who is this?

Joe. Joe.

McCloud?
Is that you, McCloud?

McCloud On Phone:
Joe, I need your help.

McCloud: Could you pick me up?
- Pick you up?

McCloud, it's my anniversary!

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Joe, I'm hurt.

- Can you pick me up?
- Are you out of your mind?

We're getting ready for bed!

It's our anniversary!

Hey, what kind of a joke
is this?

Joe, I'm at Worth
and Spring Street.

[McCloud coughing over phone]

McCloud?

McCloud?

Honey, what is it?

Honey, I better go.

- But, Joe, it's--
- Honey.

I'll be back as soon as possible

Uh, and, uh, don't
get undressed I wanna do that.

Joe, you want me to sit around

and wait for you
in my evening gown?

Yes! Once a year, it's our
anniversary, remember?

I'll see you later.

[door closes]

[instrumental music]

Broadhurst: McCloud!

McCloud!
What the hell happened?

Joe.

Oh, man, I better get you
to a hospital!

No, no.
No, you can't.

What do you mean, no?

Oh, Joe, you gotta get me

some place where they can't
find me.

Who? Who's they? I...

Oh.

I can't tell ya, Joe.

But, McCloud I've got to take
you to a hospital!

Look at you!

Joe, please.

Take me to your place,
please.

- My place.
- Yeah. Alright?

Please.

Okay.

Okay. Easy does it.

[grunting]

[siren blaring]

Desk clerk said
he left around 12:30.

Just about the same time
he heard the shots.

How many shots?

Four or five, he thinks.

McCloud's supposed to be working
tonight, isn't he?

2:00 to 10:00 shift.

He's not due on duty

for another 20 minutes.

Maybe he went out for a bite
to eat.

Without hearing five shots?

Well, maybe he's got a favorite
place some other part of town.

Let's find him.

[instrumental music]

Oh, my God.

Help me get him to the bed,
honey.

Oh, Joe, what happened to him?

I don't know
but he's hurt bad.

- Get some wet towels, huh?
- Okay.

Now, easy.

Alright.

What happened to your gun?

They took it.

Who?

Joe, you gotta cover for me.

Cover for you?

I can't report in

until I've checked out
a couple of things.

What things?

Who? What-- what
are you talking about?

Joe, I can't let 'em
see me like this.

- McCloud--
- Please.

Please, Joe.

McCloud, it's my anniversary!

I'll just call in
and tell them that--

No!

Joe, you got to cover for me.

Please.
They've kidnapped Chris!

[phone ringing]

Hello?
Simms on phone: Joe?

This is Simms.

Do you know where McCloud is?

Uh, McCloud?

Simms On Phone: Yeah, McCloud.

Grover talked me into taking

your shift with him, remember?

Well, yeah, but--

We're supposed to relieve

Carmatti and O'Hara,

and he's 15 minutes late.

They're freezing
their bloomers off.

Simms On Phone:
Where is McCloud? Do you know?

Well, he, uh,
he's not feeling very well.

He's, he's sick.

Oh?
Well, who's covering for him?

Uh... I am.

You?

I thought this was your
anniversary?

Well, uh, yeah,
it is, but I, I promised.

Well, will you get your butt
down here right away, Joe

before these guys lynch me?

Right.

Where is it?

Jorgensen's Bakery
at Eighth and Bank Street.

We're in the empty store
across the street.

I'm on my way.

I'm sorry, honey, but do
whatever you can for him, huh?

- Okay.
- I'll be back in the morning.

[sighs]

Okay, you guys, take off.

What's that, new work clothes

or you trying
to catch a penguin?

Hey, that's funny.

Joe, what happened to McCloud?

I told you, he's sick.

I know, I know,
but where is he?

They're screaming
for him downtown.

What for?

Jeez, don't you know?

Two cops were gunned down
in front of

McCloud's hotel tonight.

[instrumental music]

Hi.

How is he?

He's sleeping now.

But he's been calling
Chris' apartment

on and off ever since you left.

Sure.

He wanted you to wake him up

as soon as you came home.

McCloud?

McCloud?

Joe?

How are you feeling?

[groaning]

Like a piece of raw hamburger.

You gonna tell me what happened
to the two cops

that got hit outside your hotel?

What happened to 'em?
What do you know?

One's dead.

The other one's got a 70-30
chance the wrong way.

There was nothin' I could do,
Joe.

They had the drop on me.

McCloud, who?

Who?

And what has it got to do
with Chris?

Either you tell me
or you tell Chief Clifford,

because right now my neck
is so stretched out I...

I look like a giraffe.

Oh, okay. I guess.

I suppose you got
a right to know

at least what I know.

But you keep it to yourself,
at least for now.

For now.

McCloud: Well, it was
12 years ago in, in Taos.

I was workin' with my partner,
Eddie Coy

and we got a call
on a bank robbery.

McCloud: We were told to set up
a roadblock at Parson's Peak

on the back road going through
the mountains into Colorado.

Well, we blocked the road
and waited.

[instrumental music]

We could be out here forever

before we see anything.

Yeah.

What makes 'em think those guys
are coming this way?

More likely they'll take
the main interstate to Colorado.

Yeah. That's more likely.

That's why I'd come this way
if I was them.

You know that call said
they was armed to the teeth.

McCloud, I ain't so sure I wanna
see 'em in our county.

I'm gettin' married in a week.

[chuckles]

Well, you still got time

to change your mind.

Yeah.

Why don't you go up on the rise
and see what you can see?

Hmm?

Alright.

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

There's a car comin'
at a pretty good clip.

[music continues]

Eddie, get back!

[gunshots]

Eddie!

I'm okay.

Get 'em.

Car 239, 239!

Woman 1 on radio: Go ahead,
McCloud.

Black sedan just roared through,
goin' west

on Box Canyon road.
Eddie's hurt bad.

Get somebody out here
to take care of him.

I'm in pursuit!

McCloud: As soon as I started
after the wagon,

I knew I'd never get 'em
as long as they

stayed on the hardtop.

The jeep
is a lousy pursuit vehicle

but great in cross country,

and I figured
that's where my strength was.

I knew the road like
my own hip pocket

and it curved back and forth
aside the mountain

until it hit the top.

Then it went on level
for miles.

So, I had to get the wagon
before it reached the top,

and my only chance was to go
cross-country

and catch them
on the other side.

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

And I almost did, but the road
was wider at that spot

and they made a fast turn and
the chase went the other way.

They kept pulling away.

Shootin' at them
didn't make things easy.

I had one more chance.

There was an old fire road

which would get me

right in front of the wagon,

if I didn't turn over
barreling down

through sagebrush.

[instrumental music]

This time it worked.

Took 'em by complete surprise.

- Car 239.
Woman 1 on radio: Go ahead.

That black station wagon
just crashed at the ghost town

on old Box Canyon Road.

I don't see any movement
down there.

I'm goin' down to investigate.

You better send an ambulance.

Woman 1 on radio: 10-4. Will do.

Nice goin', McCloud.

Attention, all units!
Attention, all units!

Proceed at once
to Road 111

about 12 miles north
of intersection with 553.

Approach area with caution.
Over.

Unit Four,
proceed to same location.

Possibility of armed action.
Proceed with caution.

[intense music]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[music continues]

Hold it! Hey!

Just relax, cowboy.

I'm not carrying anything
I lost in the car.

Get down here.

Make it quick.

Where's the others?

I'm by myself.

Get over there by the wheel.

Put your hands behind your back.

Turn around.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[grunts]

McCloud: Connors was
the last one.

I'd gotten him in his left arm.

Matter of fact,
the hospital told me later on

that he'd never be able
to use his arm again.

Well, we grilled Connors
and Rankin for three days

and they stuck to their story.

They said they gave the money
to Kruger.

- Kruger's the guy you killed?
- Yeah.

Why would they give him
the money?

McCloud: Well, they decided
to split up

and meet later,
and they gave it to Kruger

because he was the strongest

and the dumbest, and...

the least likely to cross 'em
with the money.

Joe: How much money?

Four hundred thousand
in old bills.

Phew!

Hey, what about the fourth guy?

Well, we asked ourselves
the same question.

If there was a fourth guy,
it could have been Brad,

Val Rankin's brother,
but we never found out for sure.

So why do they think
you took the money?

Because I was the first one
to come upon Kruger.

I left town
and came to the big city.

At least, that's the way
they figured.

So what're you gonna do now?

Well, there's nothin'
that I can do

except play along with 'em.

- Play along?
- Joe, I've got no choice.

I've got to find
four hundred thousand dollars

or they're gonna kill Chris.

And I've got to do it
without the department

knowin' about it.

McCloud, you're crazy.

You're stark staring crazy.

You think you can keep
a thing like this quiet?

The chief has got to be told!

Joe, you tell the chief
and they're gonna kill Chris.

And what if they don't,
I mean, what do you think

her chances are anyway?

I mean, when the shooting
starts, everything goes crazy.

She's just as likely
to get killed by the police

as the one's
that are holdin' her.

You know that.

Joe, Chris's life is in my hands
and yours too, now.

But what'll I tell 'em
happened to you?

Well, just tell 'em
that you haven't seen me

since I first asked you
to pull my shift.

- For how long?
- As long as it takes.

- As long as it takes?
- Joe!

Let him rest.

[groans]

Joe, I can't stay here.
I gotta get outta here.

I gotta start...
I gotta find Chris, I got...

We should get some rest
ourselves, honey.

[instrumental music]

And, uh, where do you suggest
I sleep?

Happy anniversary, honey.

Happy anniversary.

Just what I need.

Broadhurst!

Come in here.

- Where's McCloud?
- McCloud?

Those two cops
that were hit last night

were working on a case that
McCloud had been assigned to

12 years ago.
They just dug the slugs out.

They came from a six-gun.

Now do you know anybody
that uses a six-gun?

Where is he, Joe?

Well, you know McCloud, chief,
he could be anywhere.

You worked for him last night,
didn't you?

- Yeah.
- Why?

Well, he called and asked me to.

Why?

Well, he-- he wasn't
feeling very well.

Then where is he?

- Maybe he's at his hotel.
- He isn't.

Maybe he's staying
with some friends.

What friends?

Well, whatever friends he's got,
chief, I mean...

Anyway, he's not the only
six-gun in town.

You know what that is?
The ballistics report.

Those slugs came
from McCloud's gun!

You're covering for him,
aren't you?

You're his friend,
and you're covering for him.

Now where is he?

I'm gonna ask you once more,
and I'm ordering you to tell me.

Ordering you, do you understand?

Where is he?

Consider yourself suspended
indefinitely.

I want an APB, Samuel McCloud.

Woman 2 on intercom: McCloud?
- You heard me.

- You have his description.
Woman 2: Yes, sir.

Woman 2: There's a Mr. Edmonds
from the FBI waiting to see you.

Send him in.

That's all.

That's all!

- Chief Clifford.
- Mr. Edmonds.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

I'll get right to the point.

Looks like one of your officers
shot down two of ours.

Well, I wasn't aware that a, uh

comprehensive profile
had been, uh, completed.

At least without
a single eyewitness.

We have enough to know that
McCloud was heavily involved

in a bank robbery that
we informed your office about.

The fact that he arrested
the two men 12 years ago.

The fact that the money
is still missing.

The shooting
of Carter and Wilson,

the two agents,
who were assigned

to try to track down the money.

McCloud's rather sudden
disappearance

they just all kinda seem
to piece together.

Now, we want McCloud,
and we want him fast.

Well, I assure you my office
will be doing

everything possible to find him.

- Good.
- We've already put out an APB.

However, Mr. Edmonds,
there is an explanation,

I'm sure, other than the one
that meets the eye.

Now, personally,
I can vouch for McCloud.

He's a maverick and all that,
nobody knows it better than me.

But I can, and I do
vouch for him.

Does that mean that your APB
is some kind

of special kid gloves treatment?

Because that's not the order
in my department.

As far as we're concerned,
McCloud pumped six shells

into two of my men
and it's no holds barred.

The New York city police
department

does not condone lynch mobs,
City or Federal.

Chief, we want McCloud

with or without
your cooperation.

It would be better with.

But either way we'll get him.

Edmonds,
if your men get him first,

they better go by the book.

I've got 27,000 cops out there

that don't like vigilantes
either.

Well, with all that extra
manpower running around,

you should have no problem
locating one rampaging cowboy.

I'll expect to be hearing
from you, chief.

Yeah. Thank you.

Yeah. Appreciate it.

- Does it hurt to chew?
- Oh, just a little bit.

Here, let me cut it up
into smaller pieces for you.

You know, they found
a bunch of packages

in Chris' parking space,
but there was no sign of Chris.

- Hi, honey.
- Hi.

- How you feeling?
- Oh, a little achy.

I think I'll live.
You don't look too good.

- I'm not. Move over.
McCloud: What's the matter?

- I've been suspended.
- Suspended! Why?

Don't ask. And they've got
an APB out on you.

They matched the slugs
in those cops with your gun.

Well, that figures. What about
that guy in the hospital?

He's still in a coma,
hanging on by a thread.

I wouldn't count on him.

Well, at least
that steak looks good.

- I'll have one myself.
- Oh, hon', I'm sorry.

That's the last one.

- I can make you a ham sandwich.
- Okay.

Only you're gonna have to go out
and get the ham.

Never mind.
Suddenly, I'm not hungry.

I'm gonna make a pot of coffee.

Well, what're you gonna do now?

If you go out in the street
they'll pick you up.

And if they ever come up here,
they'll pick us both up.

Well, we gotta keep stallin'
for time, Joe, uh...

You know, we got to somehow
make Connors and them

think that we can lead 'em
to the money.

- We?
- You said you were suspended.

I mean, what else
you gotta do?

[chuckles] Yeah. Why not?

It's better than sitting
on a park bench, right?

Right.

You know, I still don't know
how it happened.

Yesterday I was celebrating
my eighth anniversary.

I was happy. I had a future.
I was gonna sleep with my wife.

Today, I'm out of a job,

I'm harboring a fugitive
from justice,

I sleep on the floor, and I
can't even get a ham sandwich.

Well, you know, Joe, it's always
darkest before the dawn.

I'm glad to hear that.

Now you just tell me
how we're supposed to be able

to lead them to the money.

Well, you know, I've been layin'
here, Joe, rackin' my brain

and I, uh,

I think that that money
is still out there

where they got caught and I
think one of 'em knows it.

And I think he's been puttin'
on some kind of an act.

Yeah, but why?

[exhales sharply]

Well, he's got those others
thinkin'

that I know where the money is,
and if I'm dead,

of course, the mystery of
the money disappears with me

and then the one who really
knows where the money is

can go out there in peace,
and pick it up

and not have to worry
about his partners.

Alright, where do you go
from there?

Back to my hotel, they said they
was gonna call in 24 hours,

didn't they?
Well, that's about 1:00 a.m.

McCloud, you can't go back
to your hotel.

The department's watching it.

That's where you come in.

Oh, McCloud.

Now, if they spot you,
you gotta promise

to surrender on the spot,
I don't want

any bullet holes in that
overcoat, it's my best.

I appreciate your concern, Joe.

You know, it's not just
the overcoat I'm worried about.

I know, Joe, look,
if I get through this,

I promise you that I'll never
work with you again.

What do you suppose he's up to?

Whatever it is,
it's gotta involve McCloud.

- You can bet on that.
- Yeah.

Hey, Joe!

- Hey, Joe!
- Joe!

Oh, hi.

- Hey, what're you doing here?
- Well, what do you think?

- Lookin' for McCloud?
- Well, isn't everybody?

I thought you'd been suspended.

Yeah. I'm trying to work
out of it. Do you mind?

Hell, no. Be our guest.

Yeah, I figure it's, uh, my only
way out of the dog house.

- You know?
Polk: You may be right.

Simms: Look, Joe,
he's your friend.

If he should get
in touch with you,

tell him it's not just us,

the Federal boys are
looking for him, too.

And they may not be as polite
as our guys.

So, tell him it would be
a good idea

if he personally turned
himself into the chief.

A hell of a good idea.

Yeah.

[instrumental music]

[buzzing]

- Yeah?
Woman 2: That Federal officer...

Mr. Edmonds is on the phone.

Tell him I'm in conference.
Tell him I've gone home.

Tell him I'm dead.
Tell him anything.

[instrumental music]

- Hello.
- You got the money, McCloud?

Uh, look, you win.
I'm beat.

I'll, uh,
I'll get the money for you.

But I wanna talk
to the girl first.

I wanna make sure
that she's alright.

Say hello to your boyfriend.

Sam, I'm...

Alright, McCloud, where is it?

Wait a minute, I didn't even get
a chance t talk to her.

You can talk to her
after you deliver.

You know, that's, uh,
that's not gonna be so easy.

I...

The money's not here, I have to
go to New Mexico to get it.

New Mexico.

He says the money's
in New Mexico.

Give me that phone.

McCloud, you must be judging us
by your country cousins.

Burl on phone: We don't buy it.
- Well, I'm tellin' you.

That's where it's buried.

If it was there
you wouldn't be here.

I was assigned here.
I didn't have any choice.

But the money is right where
it was buried 12 years ago.

- And I think you know it.
- You talk a good game, McCloud.

- And I can deliver.
- Alright.

Go get it and bring it back
and you get the girl.

Well...

Yeah, well, that's easy to say,
that's not quite so easy to do.

You know, I'm a wanted man.
You guys took care of that.

That's tough, McCloud,
we're all gonna bust out cryin'.

McCloud: Well, I think that
I can get out of town alright,

but it's getting back in
that's gonna be the problem.

You know, if they pick me up
and I got the money on me,

uh, that's all she wrote.
You guys have blown it.

So, what do you want?

We make the exchange
in New Mexico.

- The money for the girl.
- Are you crazy?

You expect us
to take the broad out there?

We get her on a plane
and she runs off.

No, if one of you guys
goes with me first,

and uses me as a hostage
until she gets there.

You're going a little fast, boy.

Okay. Look, it works this way.

One of you goes with me first.
Right?

The other two has the girl
in New York City as a hostage.

Well, there's no way
that I'm gonna cross you.

And when we get to New Mexico,
the guy's got a gun at my head.

So he calls back and he says,
alright, now bring the girl.

Well, she's not gonna try
to run away.

She's not gonna do anything
as long as she knows

I'm a hostage
with a gun at my head.

And then we just exchange
hostages, you understand?

Now, I'm gonna take
the 6 o'clock airplane

to Albuquerque
on Global Airlines.

I want one of you guys
to meet me at the airport.

I'll be wearing city clothes
with dark glasses.

So look for me.

Wait a minute! Hello!

McCloud!

He wants to do it in New Mexico.

He wants one of us
to go with him first,

and the other two
to come with the broad.

- I don't get it.
- Well, it makes sense.

We get the money faster
that way. I'll go with him.

- Why you?
- Why not?

Wait a minute,
wha-- what's to stop you

from goin' out there and making
a deal with him?

He's not gonna make any deals

until the broad gets there safe.
You know that.

It was your idea to hold her.

But that was with
Brad and I around

to make sure you don't go cuckoo
and go blowin' him up.

Leavin' us all up the creek!

Val, I'm gonna make you
a promise.

A real promise.

I'm not gonna lay
one finger on him.

Not one finger.

Until we get the dough.

Okay?

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Woman on PA: Flight 182
to Miami, Florida,

is presently boarding
at gate 16.

Mr. Harold Johnson,

white courtesy telephone,
please.

Mr. Harold Johnson,
white telephone.

Flight 301 from Montreal
has docked at gate 20.

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[tires screeching]

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Sit down.

[sighs]

We're here. Bring her.

Everything alright?

Yeah. Where are you?

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Alright.

We're down on the 12 o'clock.

We're goin' bye-bye, sweetheart.

You happy now?

- May I have my purse?
- Sure.

- Did Burl call yet?
- Everything's all set.

Good.
Got you a little present here.

One...

And two...

All we gotta do now is wait,
right?

Right.

You really got it, eh, McCloud?

That's what we come out here
for, wasn't it?

[plane droning]

[tires screeching]

[knocking on door]

Chris?

You alright?

Hey, come on, McCloud,
how long are you gonna stall?

No stall.

So where is it?

Oh, about 30 miles from here.

Alright, go get it!

[laughing]
Well, it's not quite that easy.

I got, uh, another problem
to solve first.

- What now?
- Well, I got no gun.

She's got no gun.
You guys have got the guns.

What if I bring the money
back here? What happens then?

How do I know
you're not gonna say adios

and leave us
pushin' up daisies.

Look, McCloud, we're gettin'

mighty sick and tired of this.

Why?

You know, you've never been
this close before.

All I'm sayin' is that
we all go get it together.

That's all.
We take two cars.

We get the money.

And we take one car,
you take one car

and, hopefully, we'll never
see each other again.

What's wrong with that?

Okay, McCloud.

You want it that way?

That's the way we'll do it.

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[wind howling]

Alright, McCloud,
where is it, huh?

There's one more little problem
that we gotta solve first.

McCloud, I've had it with you...

Just shut up and relax.

One more and it's all yours.

Come on, you said the same thing
back in New York.

You said the same thing
at the motel.

We're here, ain't we?

What's the problem, cowboy?

- I want her out of here.
- What're you talking about?

Well, I haven't been thinkin'
too good, you know that?

I mean, what guarantee do I have
if I get the money

you're goin' to do anything
but kill us.

Unless, you give me a gun,
and I know

you're not gonna do that.

What do you want, McCloud?

Oh, it's simple. She goes.

- What do you mean, she goes?
- I mean, that she goes.

That way she'll be free
to finger you

in case anything happens to me.

That's the only guarantee
that I got

that you're gonna keep up
your end of the bargain.

That's it.

Alright. Get out of here.

Well, give her the key.

- Well, wait a minute.
- Alright, Chris, get out.

Sam, they're gonna kill you
anyway!

- No, they're not.
- I heard them say so!

Chris, get up to the car,
get on the road.

And go back to town.
I mean it! Get outta here!

McCloud: Go on!

Alright, cowboy,
your problem just left.

- Now, where is it?
- Let's go.

[instrumental music]

- Where you goin'?
- What're you doin'?

Hey, you want your money,
don't you?

What're you doing up there,
McCloud?

- I've got one more problem!
Burl: What?

What problem?

How to let you know
I don't know where the money is!

McCloud!

[instrumental music]

McCloud: You fellas got
a bigger problem!

What's that, Cowboy?

McCloud: One of you knows
where the money is.

You always have known.

And he's double crossin'
the other two.

Which one of us would that be?

McCloud: That's your problem.

Well, why don't you come down
and tell me

all about it, cowboy?

Hey, what's he talkin' about,
huh?

It's an old trick, stupid.

He wants us fighting
among ourselves.

Get in the back
of that building.

- Go on.
- Alright. Alright.

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[creaking]

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[wind howling]

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[wind howling]

[intense music]

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[thudding]

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[wind howling]

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[creaking]

[guns firing]

[groaning]

Chris, you alright?

I thought I told you to scoot.
What're you doin' here?

If I had, you wouldn't have
known where the money was.

The money?

Well, I got a confession
to make.

I don't know where the money is.

- I do.
- Yo-- you do?

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

Well, the FBI man will live,
thank God.

And he's identified the man
that did the shooting.

Well, I'm real happy about that.

And you, Broadhurst,
a seasoned officer

conning your own kind.
Your own kind.

Uh, but, chief--

If either of you

had just come to me and told me.

If only once, McCloud,
you did things right

instead of riding off
half cocked.

If only once
you went by the book

and simply told me the facts

none of this would've
had to happen.

Would you've believed me,
if I had have told you?

Believe you?
How could I?

Well, there you go.

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[theme music]