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[SIRENS BLARING]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

[SIREN WAILING]

POLICEMAN: I don't wanna hear...

MAN: Boston.

RYKER: Atlanta.

Dallas. Same thing.

General Brooker in Chicago, Cleveland, Salt Lake.

Goes on and on.

CROWD: Two, four, six, eight,

Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

[YELLING]

Detroit, a week ago.

Two shots were fired at the general.

He wasn't touched.

But three policemen and nine civilians were injured

in the riot that followed.

[CHATTERING, YELLING]

[CLICKS OFF]

In the next 48 hours,

you people are gonna learn all there is to know

about crowd control and escort duty.

You're gonna learn it the hard way out in the field.

You are hand-picked men fished out of the barrel

of green and inexperienced police officers.

In other words, you are rookies.

You're the best of the worst.

But frankly nobody has very much experience

in this kind of thing.

But Metro has more than they can handle without General Brooker.

And, uh, you are expected to take up the slack.

And you will do that job, and you'll do it well.

Sergeant Older will pass out mug shots and make sheets.

Take them home.

Memorize them.

Dream about them.

What about psychological profiles on political assassins?

If you'd look inside your folder, Officer Danko,

you'd find your question answered.

Study them carefully.

Be on the lookout for comparative behavior.

And for God's sakes, if there is a killer out there,

find him before he finds the general.

We got less than 24 hours to clean up our streets

before the general and his daughter arrive.

And I want the lids screwed down on this town

as tightly and as legally as possible.

What does that mean, uh, Officer Webster?

Just that...

I'm not one of Brooker's fans, lieutenant.

Our job is not to praise him,

but to make damn sure nobody else tries to bury him.

WOMAN: What about all the

burglaries and holdups?

Why don't you do something about them?

You know what insurance rates are up to?

We're talking about your son, Mrs. Alpert.

You were.

I'm finished with him forever.

You know what he did?

Couple months ago--

he wasn't out of Leavenworth for two days

--he came back here and stole

$400 from his father.

Stole it from his own father.

You go figure it.

If a boy like Bobby would try and kill his own colonel

in Vietnam--

What's his name, uh--?

He's a general now.

Brooker.

Simon Brooker.

That's what we're here about.

Yeah, that's him.

Do you know where Bobby is now?

Oh, he gave my husband some cock-and-bull story

about a friend of his who offered him a job,

and he needed the money to get there.

Four hundred dollars to get to Detroit.

Can you believe it?

Uh, that's the last known whereabouts of him, Detroit?

Yeah. Motor City, U.S.A.

Uh, thank you, Mrs. Alpert.

Thank you very much.

Let's go, Danko.

Hey, wait a minute.

When are we gonna get some action on these holdups

in this neighborhood?

Uh. We'll get on it right away, ma'am.

There's just a few things we gotta do first.

Thank you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

The man's name is Robert Alpert.

Alpert.

Convicted of the attempted murder of Simon Brooker

in Vietnam in 1967.

Release from Leavenworth approximately two months ago.

I want an APB out on him.

Contact the army...

and request a complete dossier on Alpert.

I want make sheets and mug shots passed out to every man

in the tactical force by tonight.

That's it.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: Uh, ten-four.

[ SIGHS]

You think Alpert's the guy who fired at Brooker?

Right now I think everybody's the guy who fired at Brooker.

He's due in. Let's go to the hotel.

Okay. You got it.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

CROWD [CHANTING]: Two, four, six, eight,

Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

[CROWD YELLING]

MAN: Murderer.

CROWD [OUTSIDE]: Two, four, six, eight,

Brooker's war is full of hate.

Webster, the door please.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight, Brooker's war is full of hate.

[ICE CUBES DROPPED IN GLASS]

Sorry we couldn't offer you a nicer view.

General, security while you're in the building,

will be a bit tight.

About the best we could hope for in a public hotel.

There'll be two men on this floor.

One outside your door.

And one at the elevators.

Few more police officers

will be stationed downstairs in the main lobby.

Outside, it gets a bit harder.

I think you're making far too much of it, lieutenant.

Some lunatic wants to kill me badly enough, he'll do it.

RYKER: He'll try maybe.

But he won't do it. Not while I'm in charge.

This is your battleground, lieutenant.

Go on with what you were saying.

RYKER: General,

I'd appreciate it

if you wish to change your schedule at any time,

for a side trip or a shopping tour,

if you kept us informed at all times.

[PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me.

Yes?

Oh, uh, hang on a minute, operator.

Laurie, it's for you.

Long-distance.

Jerry Turner.

Oh... Uh, tell him I went out.

Will you please, dad?

Operator, will you please tell the party

that Miss Brooker is not in right now?

Thank you.

CROWD: Two, four, six, eight--

MAN: As you know, general,

there are a good many people

in this state who disagree with your recent actions.

BROOKER: I wasn't commissioned

to please

the people of this state, Mr. Newton.

I was commissioned to command my men

to the best of my ability.

And that's precisely what I did.

I have no inclination to apologize for that fact.

[TURNS OFF RADIO]

Hey.

I thought we were supposed to

hear what the Man had to say?

Well, I've listened to him before,

and I think I know him well enough.

Do you really?

How many of his own men did he lose

during World War II and in Korea?

DANKO: I don't know,

man--

I know what it is you're trying to say.

It's--

You lose people in war, man.

It's a fact of life.

Well, as inhuman as it may sound,

isn't the point still to lose less than the other side?

DANKO: Sure.

But this man is one of the most decorated officers

of any branch of the service.

The man's a glory merchant.

Hey, why are you so down on Brooker, Terry?

A lot of them are a lot worse than he is.

Maybe.

But I'm the one detailed to run interference for him,

and I don't like him, that's all.

Are you going away mad?

No, just going away.

Willie?

No, I think I'll, uh...

stick around here for a while.

Well, that's the best news I've heard all day.

Come on, Mike.

Willie can stick around for as long as he wants to.

Would you like to, um...

think about that last remark?

Good night, Willie.

Good night, Willie.

Okay, I hear you.

You know, the day hasn't been a total loss.

Got to look at a bunch of pictures.

And I also found out that, uh,

our friend General Brooker

has got one fine-looking daughter.

[CROWD CHANTING OUTSIDE]

[♪♪♪]

Why did you close the curtains?

It's a nice, clear night.

Daddy, don't.

Why not?

Because they're still out there.

Hm.

Pretty persistent, aren't they?

You know that-- That reminds me of that old joke.

About the hillbilly that was on his first plane ride.

Plane landed in Chicago, and the truck came out

to gas up the plane, and they took off

and flew to Kansas City.

And the truck came out to gas up the plane,

and they flew onto Denver.

And the truck came out to gas up the plane.

And the city guy sitting next to the hillbilly

looked at his watch and said,

"Hey, we're making pretty good time."

The hillbilly said, "Well, that--

--little red truck isn't doing too bad either."

Tsk.

Told you that joke before obviously.

Yes.

And every time I tell you how tired I am

of pickets and demonstrations.

Well, at least I'm consistent.

Beginning to wear you down a little bit, isn't it?

Yes.

I'm tired of-- Of pickets.

And...I'm tired of the things that people say about you.

And I'm tired of living out of suitcases.

A lot of people agree with what I say, sweetheart.

Yeah, I know.

But I'm just tired of it, Daddy.

I'm just tired of it all.

Let it all out, baby.

[SOBBING] That's right.

That's daddy's girl.

[CROWD YELLING]

Harris, they're spilling in from behind.

Keep those lines intact please.

MAN: Hey, pig. Yeah, you.

[CROWD YELLING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[♪♪♪]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[♪♪♪]

Oh, they found it behind a rubbish bin in the back alley.

Whoever it was, he probably dumped it

and joined in with the mob.

Might be some fingerprints on it.

I doubt that.

Anybody who'd take the trouble to file off the serial number,

would probably think about fingerprints.

That's it. We got nothing on him then.

Maybe, maybe not.

Maybe the boys in the lab will come up with something

with infrared on the number.

He must have been one hell of a shot

to hit the general from this distance without a scope.

What makes you think he didn't have a scope?

No mount for it on the piece.

I know that rifle. That's the Army M14.

Standard issue when I was in the service.

What I don't understand is, if he was such a good shot,

why didn't he finish off the general

with those last two rounds?

Probably thought the first one did the job.

He fired two more for effect.

It gave him what he wanted: a panic.

And he took advantage of a built-in diversion.

Come on, let's go.

I want to get this to the lab.

Danko.

Did you study those make sheets last night?

Yeah.

You're not putting it together.

Robert Alpert was classified by the Army

as an expert rifleman when he went through basic.

Now what kind of a weapon was the army using in 1965?

The M14.

[♪♪♪]

How's he doing?

That's one tough general.

So I've been told.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Attention.

Visiting hours will be over in 15 minutes, please.

[DOOR OPENS]

Uh, Miss Brooker?

It looks good.

Look, it's too soon to be positive,

but, um, his vital signs are all strong.

The doctors are optimistic.

Oh. Thank you.

Hey, listen. He's still in anesthesia.

He wouldn't even know you're there.

Oh.

What time is it, please?

It's a little bit before 6.

Listen, I can offer you a bed.

The room next door to your father's is empty.

You could try to get some rest.

Uh, no. No, thank you.

Not now. Later maybe.

I just feel like walking.

Thank you.

Certainly.

[DINGS TWICE]

Miss Brooker?

I understand your father's doing very well.

Thank you for your concern, officer.

Uh... lobby, please.

You're going to the lobby too?

Sure.

Why "sure?"

Well, I'm assigned to you, Miss Brooker.

To provide security.

Uh, suppose I don't want you assigned to me?

Well, if, uh...

[SIGHS]

If you mean it's me personally you don't want...

then I'm sure it'll be no problem

getting someone else assigned to escort you.

But if you don't want anyone to escort you at all...

then there will be a problem.

Well, then there's a problem.

Look, I've had my fill of uniforms and...

And schedules and regimentation.

So, um...

you tell your superiors that I'll have no escort.

Is that clear, Officer...

Gillis.

Gillis.

Is that quite clear?

Yes, it is...

Miss Brooker.

Good.

But, I, uh...

I'm gonna have a hard time getting that message

to my superiors unless

we get this elevator moving again.

[♪♪♪]

Thank you.

[DINGS]

You're not going to give up, are you, Officer Gillis?

No, Miss Brooker, I'm not.

I mean, I'm starting to feel like some sort of a child

with my...

nurse walking five paces behind me.

Well, if you're gonna act like a child,

I guess you ought to feel like one too.

Sarcasm won't help matters, Officer Gillis.

Well, Miss Brooker, being polite hasn't seemed

to help matters either, has it?

I wasn't aware that you had been polite, Officer Gillis.

I know you weren't aware of it, Miss Brooker.

Would you take off your uniform, please?

[♪♪♪]

I mean, as long as you're going to be my escort,

do you have to be in uniform?

That's a fair request.

I'll see what can be arranged.

[♪♪♪]

How long do the doctors tell you

you're gonna be confined to the hospital, general?

And also will you continue around the country

to defend your position?

Is it your opinion, general,

that the Joint Chiefs of Staff made some--

Whoa. You're coming at me like an artillery barrage.

[LAUGHS] You boys keep that up,

you'll have me reaching

for my steel marbles and telling you

who really ate the strawberries.

As for my prognosis, you'll have to check with the doctor.

And yes, I will continue my speeches and lectures

across the country.

And no, I am not about to give you my opinions

on the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

General, do you feel that your forced retirement

from the Army was a just action

taken by the Pentagon?

Yes.

I disobeyed a direct order from my superior officer,

the Commander in Chief.

If a soldier had done that on the battlefield,

I'd have had him court-martialed and thrown the code at him.

REPORTER: What of the government's

overall policy

on the battlefield?

My background is military, not theology or philosophy.

But if my country sends me to fight a war,

I'll go and I'll fight to win.

That's what a professional soldier's paid for.

Then if you had it to do all over again,

you'd still send your troops across the border

to pursue the enemy?

You bet I'd do it all over again.

I'd follow them across the border or anywhere else, if it

were to keep him from coming at one American boy again.

No matter what the cost?

As far as I'm concerned,

war is the currency with which we buy freedom.

Now get this through your heads.

There are soldiers still dying out there.

Soldiers in my command.

WEBSTER: How many of them

are black?

[♪♪♪]

Uh, Webster?

What was that, soldier?

Would you, uh, repeat the question, please?

Pass.

No. Too late.

You dealt the hand.

Let's play it out.

According to figures I've heard, black soldiers--

no, let me say nonwhite soldiers

--far outnumber whites in casualties

taken in most every combat led by you and your colleagues.

I'd like to know why.

Well, what exactly is that, officer?

A-- A question or an accusation?

Why don't you answer it?

Fair enough.

All right.

I haven't taken statistics on it,

but allowing you know what you're talking about...

I'd say it has something to do with the fact

that, uh, they might well be

the best damn soldiers out there.

Willing to do a job that others aren't.

You don't hear of cowards drawing enemy fire.

Uh, general, uh, many people uh, liken your situation

to that of General MacArthur.

Now there was talk of his going into politics back then.

Do you have any ideas along those lines?

BROOKER: Well, General MacArthur...

Take it easy, brother.

I don't put myself

in that category.

I'll bet you a six-pack

Ryker takes me off this babysitting job by morning.

Don't count on it.

--the Joint Chiefs of Staff were responding to pressure by a--

General, do you mind if we get a picture?

Possibly you and the officer together.

Kind of friendly enemies type.

It won't take but a second, sir.

Jimmy, get your camera ready, will you?

Right in here.

It'll only take a second, officer.

Jim, get that, will, you, please?

All right, young man. Let's make it a good one.

Is he a good friend of yours?

Mm-hm.

A very good friend.

Well, don't worry.

My father got the best of him.

Nothing will happen.

Well, I think you're reading

that all wrong, Miss Brooker.

From where I saw it, it, uh...

looked like your father fell short.

He walked all around that question.

He didn't answer it.

You think that what he accused my father of is true?

I-- I really don't know.

You tell me.

Well, it isn't.

Not in thought or in fact.

It's just that... So many people

don't like my father, that's all.

MAN: Laurie!

Hey, Laurie!

Wait a minute.

Glad I caught you.

I was just on my way up to see the general.

When I read all about what happened,

I...grabbed the first plane out.

Well, he'll be glad to see you, Jerry.

Yeah, me too.

Last time I saw the general

was...when you both came to see me at the hospital.

You remember?

How about that? I...

finally learned how to walk with that pin

they put in my knee to hold the old leg together.

You know, I never thought they'd finish the job.

Did you see me running?

I didn't look all that bad, did I?

No.

Yeah, well...

I guess when you can't run all that good

on your feet, you--

You start running off at the mouth.

I just want to spend some time with you, Laurie.

Maybe we could go out.

No.

I don't think so.

Look, Jerry, when I was at the hospital,

we decided...

to be just friends, that's all.

Sure. I remember.

That's all I want.

Just to spend some time together with a friend.

Is it because of him?

You wouldn't mind, would you, good buddy?

I would, Jerry.

Look...I don't want to go out with you.

I'm talking to you, good buddy.

[♪♪♪]

Tell the lady if you'd mind.

Hey, now, uh...

I wouldn't mind if she wanted to...

but she doesn't.

So I mind.

Well, then...

it looks like I'll have to change it so you don't.

Jerry, stop it.

Hey, uh...

listen, man.

I'm a police officer on duty.

I've been assigned to escort Miss Brooker

while she and her father are here in town.

Oh.

You--

You're here to protect her.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Well then, let's just see

how good you are at your job, huh?

[GRUNTING]

Jerry, no.

[SIREN WAILING]

Officer... please help.

What's going on?

The guy here was, uh, playing Mr. Tough.

You okay?

You want me to book him for you?

Oh, no, please.

His name is Jerry Turner and--

And he's a friend of the family.

Please.

[SIGHS]

Let him go.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay. Move it, buddy.

You heard the man.

Thank you.

What are you doing out here?

Oh, well, it seems we picked up a lucky accident.

Robert Alpert smashed up his car on the freeway.

Alpert?

Wait a minute.

That's the guy that tried to kill my father in Vietnam.

Yeah, the same.

He had two high-powered rifles in the car

and a schedule of your father's speaking engagements

for the next three weeks.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

MAN: Yeah, I tried to kill him.

I think he deserves killing.

RYKER: Mr. Alpert,

you've waived the right

to have an attorney present.

But the admissions that you are making--

It's no big deal. It's a matter of record.

I was convicted of trying to kill Brooker.

Now you're talking about Vietnam in '67.

We're talking about Detroit two weeks ago

and this town two days ago.

[SCOFFS]

Somebody tried to get Brooker two days ago?

That's right.

Well, it wasn't me, man.

Straight out, it wasn't me.

I've been on a hunting trip.

I was nowhere near radio, phone, anything.

Never ceases to amaze me...

how many killers and thieves

are brought in carrying deadly weapons...

and they're always

just going to or just coming from a hunting trip.

ALPERT: Well, you check

it out, man.

I was at the Vineyard Hunting Lodge.

Just outside State Line Drive.

Okay.

Then how'd you happen to have a schedule of

Brooker's speaking engagements for the next three weeks?

Well, it's something I gotta have.

My shrink said I do.

What's this? Who says you gotta have it?

When I was in prison for trying to kill Brooker in '67.

And I was guilty.

I told my shrink that I didn't feel bad

about trying to kill him.

That I thought he deserved it.

So he told me that I should never get myself

in a position where I'd be close to Brooker.

Not even for a second.

'Cause chances are I'd try to kill him again.

So I keep tabs on the guy.

I'd still like to kill him...

but I don't want to go to the slammer for it.

What were you doing in town?

I wasn't in town.

I was passing through town.

I was heading east on my way out of here...

when I got in this accident.

Leaving town?

Or trying to get away?

[♪♪♪]

[CHATTER]

Yeah, but I do owe you an explanation.

Mm-mm. No, you don't.

What happened today is past history.

There's a lot more world out there to talk about.

And Jerry's part of that world.

[BELL RINGS]

Look, if I'm boring you--

No, no, no. You're not.

It's just that...

Well, I'd like to see you smile, that's all.

I'm sorry.

I'm interested. I-I really am.

So...now you and Jerry knew each other

before he went into the Army, right?

Right. Okay.

I pulled some strings with my father, and--

And Jerry was transferred to his command.

My father made him his driver,

which probably was the luckiest thing he ever did.

Jerry saved his life in a mortar attack.

Wow.

Is that how he got the leg injury you were talking about?

Yeah.

So I do owe him for that, but...

it's not the kind of a debt you can pay back, you know?

At least not the way that Jerry has in mind.

[SIGHS] Yeah.

So, uh...

what are you gonna do when he comes back again?

Make sure I'm with you, I guess.

Oh.

I hated those military hospitals.

All those crippled and mangled bodies...

that I couldn't help connecting to my father and--

And what he did with his life, you know?

Mm-hm.

Some little girls used to wonder

what their fathers did for a living.

I used to wonder what my father did for the living.

Hey.

Willie?

Mm-hm?

Let's save a life.

Okay.

Okay? Yeah.

[GIGGLES]

[WHIMPERING]

That guy at the pound must have thought we were crazy.

Well, we don't care what he thinks, do we, hm?

[CHUCKLES]

What are you gonna name him?

I don't know.

I'm not gonna name him anything cutesy or dumb

the way people always do to their puppies.

Gonna find a name with dignity.

Dignity, huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll do my best to, uh, think of dignified names.

[♪♪♪]

Well...

Oh.

It was a good day.

Thank you.

It was. Thank you.

And I didn't call you Officer Gillis once.

Hey, that's right.

It felt good.

Is that you, Gillis?

Hey. Hi, Ron.

Okay, I'll, uh-- I'll take over.

Okay.

Laurie, this is Officer Ron Masters.

He's my replacement.

Hi. Hi.

Uh, listen. Uh...

can you hang on a second? I want to find a chair.

It's gonna be one long night.

He isn't much of a replacement.

Good night, Willie.

Good night.

[WHINING]

[LAUGHS]

You won't make it, Webster.

You won't last out the year.

Okay, lieutenant.

I made a mistake, I admit it.

It wasn't a time to sound off.

But I just couldn't stand there,

listen to him come on like he was Patrick Henry.

I'm not talking about what you thought.

Only what you did.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Hold it.

Ryker.

Did you double-check that?

All right, all right.

Send what you got to the Detroit police.

He might be the one they're looking for.

Robert Alpert's alibi held.

I sure thought he was the one.

All right. Go on. Get out of here.

Shall I tell Sgt. Older you want to pull me off

of General Brooker's security detail?

You tell Older nothing.

You're still pulling your same duty.

Nothing has been changed, except the way you handle yourself

from here on in.

Yes, sir.

[PHONE RINGS]

What is today, Officer Gillis?

Thursday, sir.

It's your day off.

Yes, it is, sir.

But, uh...

well, I didn't have too much to do,

and...I knew how short-handed you were.

So I thought I could switch days off.

Find Sgt. Older and tell him you're to go on duty.

And stay close to that Brooker girl, will you?

Yes, sir. I'll, uh, do my best.

[♪♪♪]

I'm going to the lab

to see if they got anything on that rifle number.

[SIGHS]

By the way, I owe you that six-pack.

I didn't make any plans for today.

I'm leaving it up to you, okay?

How would you like to visit a boat?

A boat?

A ship, I mean. All to ourselves.

Okay, great. Sure. Hm.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, let's hurry.

In a couple of hours this place will really be packed.

That's the biggest boat I've ever seen.

Well, actually, um, it's not a boat.

It's a ship.

Well, what's the difference?

Well, a ship is a vessel that's large enough to carry a boat.

Like those lifeboats out there.

See?

Oh. Astonishing.

Absolutely astonishing.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Where will I ever be without you, hm?

Probably addressing

the Daughters of American Patriotism.

Yeah.

Hey, did you ever, uh, name your puppy?

Mm-hm.

Peabody.

Peabody.

Uh-huh.

Well that's got a lot of dignity.

Hello.

My name's Gillis.

Mike Danko said that he was gonna call you

about my friend and I taking a look around.

Oh, yeah.

Go ahead.

And have a good time.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

[MACHINE CLACKING]

Is that it?

Yeah.

Well, according to the serial number we got off that M14,

the rifle belongs to a Private Thomas Orange.

You got anything on him?

Says he was killed in Vietnam,

and the weapon is listed as destroyed.

Destroyed? Oh, beautiful.

First, I lose my prime suspect.

Then the Army tells me that the rifle used

in an assassination attempt doesn't exist.

Go ahead. Say it, Officer Danko.

Even if it seems crazy.

And it probably is.

Okay.

Well, um...

the last digit of the serial number.

It read up very weak, even with the infrared.

Well, now, suppose the last digit wasn't a one.

Suppose it was a seven

with the arm filed too deep to be picked up.

Or...the vertical stem of a four?

Danko, whoever tried to kill that man is still on the prowl.

So stop supposing and find out.

[♪♪♪]

GILLIS: You know,

I've always wanted to do this.

LAURIE: Explore, you mean?

Yeah. Oh.

I've done some scuba diving

and, uh, I've always wanted to study oceanography.

But I guess you can't do everything you want.

You know what I've wanted to do for a long time?

What?

This.

[♪♪♪]

RYKER: Yep.

Yes.

You got it.

Lieutenant, I went back and ran through

those interviews we did before Brooker got into town.

Now, there are three guys here--

[WHIRRING]

Last number's a seven.

M14 rifle issued to Private Jerold Turner.

Veteran, Vietnam.

Assigned as Brooker's driver

during the last year of his tour.

That's Jerry Turner.

That mean something?

Oh, G-- I had him.

All I had to do was reach out and put my hands on him.

He was with that Brooker girl at the hospital yesterday.

Well, she and Gillis went to some luncheon.

No, they didn't.

They're on the Queen Mary.

He called me about it.

A friend of mine--

Write it up after you get her

back in the hotel room under lock and key.

[♪♪♪]

What's wrong?

Well, it's just that there's something not very romantic

about putting your arms around a guy

and you find you're hugging a shoulder holster.

Well, my dear.

I'm still on duty. That's it.

Well, I'm captain of this ship now.

And I say you're off duty.

Hm. [GIGGLES]

Thank you very much, Laurie.

Just bring it to me, please.

Thank you.

Why, Jerry?

You're dead, only you don't know about it.

You were dead out there in front of that hotel.

When your father stepped in front of you,

and the gun went off,

he got the bullet you were supposed to get.

LAURIE: But why?

You know why.

Don't come on like you don't know what I'm talking about.

I used to carry your pictures

with me all over in the Army.

All my buddies would see

and tell me what a great-looking girl I had.

We had something going, Laurie. Me and you.

No.

[SOBS] It was never that way

between us, Jerry.

It was.

LAURIE: No.

Uh-- We were just friends. That's all we were.

Laurie...

[SOBBING] I wanted you

to love me

like all my buddies thought that you loved me.

You wrote me all those letters.

Why did you write me those letters if you didn't love me?

Because...when you'd come to visit...

all the guys would tell me what a lucky--

Laurie, run. Get out of here.

[GRUNTING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[BRAKES SCREECH]

[GUNSHOT]

[♪♪♪]

Up here! Hurry!

[GRUNTING]

Where's Willie?

[GUNSHOT]

You stay here. Stick with her, Dave.

[GUNSHOT]

[CLICKING]

[SHIP'S HORN WAILS]

[♪♪♪]

[PANTING]

Well, you do look like you're ready to take on the world.

No, not quite.

That'll have to wait till next week.

I think I'll just handle the Western Hemisphere

for the time being.

What's all that for?

It's our escort to the airport.

In westerns, they call it being ridden out of town on a rail.

All set, general?

No, lieutenant.

I think there are some thank you's to be said

before we get underway.

And that's not a phrase that comes easily

to a man like me.

But...

from the bottom of my heart...

thank you.

Thank you all.

It's a pleasure, sir.

Thank you.

Sir. Thank you.

I don't think you and I agree on much, young man.

But...I am in your debt.

We agree on that.

Fellas.

Thank you, Officer Gillis.

I appreciate the trouble you've gone to.

It was no trouble, Miss Brooker.

No trouble at all.

[♪♪♪]

Um, I'll catch up with you later.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on.

I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

Okay.

[♪♪♪]