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- Yeah, what is it?

- Three bank robbers busted a job

at the City First National.

Right now, they're holed up in a sporting club.

The Red 55, that's between fifth and-

- Yeah, I know where the Red 55 is.

But it's not the kind of place I like to hang around in.

Sorry, captain. - Don't be

an ass, Malone.

They've got hostages.

- All right, I'll be right there.

- This is Walker. Give me the chief, quick.

Yeah, those three sons of bitches

have already killed a hostage.

What do you want me to do?

Uh-huh.

Yes, sir, right.

Yeah, I've called in Malone.

He's on his way over.

Should be here in a minute or so.

He's here now. He's moving.

Okay, Robert, they say they won't move

until they've talked to one of us.

You're elected.

The chief says we have to negotiate.

We have to accept all their conditions.

Don't forget it.

Robert.

I don't want any other victims.

A word to the wise, huh?

- Keep your heads down!

Unless you want this to stay in their neck.

That's right. Keep calm.

Visitors. Don't move!

Keep it on.

I'll talk to the punk.

Okay. Pay attention, cop.

I'm only going to say this once.

We want $2 million in unmarked, used bills.

Nothing smaller than 10's and nothing bigger than 50's.

No consecutive serial numbers.

We want a limo to take us to the airport

and a plane to take us to Mexico.

You boys behave yourself

and you'll get all these good folks back in one piece.

Understand that, cop?

- No way, pal.

- Great. Just great, Malone.

You did it your way as usual.

I gave you an order.

You were sent in here to negotiate.

Weren't you? Accept all their demands.

No more victims.

- THey're scum.

Human garbage.

- Don't.

- It's a great steak, honey.

- Well, a great windsurfer deserves no less.

You going out again? - Mm-hmm.

You know it.

- I wish I was as attractive

as four and a half square feet of canvas.

Really.

- Well, you cook a better steak.

- You will come back sometime, won't you?

- Sooner or later.

- Do you wanna know what I think about that camper?

- Should I try to guess, Hopkins?

It's meant just for us. - Mm-hmm.

- Go on and get here, man.

- Stop! Ted!

Ted! Oh, no!

Oh, let me go!

- I got her, man!

- No, stop!

- Will you move over?

- Hey, come on, move over! - Come on!

- Ted!

- Ted!

- Come on.

- Get back! You guys leave her alone!

- Oh, God.

Oh, God.

- Come on. You've broken it off with Alan, haven't you?

- Stop right there. Don't move.

- Elys, quit trying to paint the subject.

- Jill, we have a job to do.

Or do you think I should use these flashbulbs

in an interrogation room?

- I know he does it out of love.

I'm very fond of him too.

But right now, I need peace and quiet

and it doesn't work with him.

- You know, success didn't come overnight for me.

I worked my tail off and it's hard to stay on top,

but I'll hold on.

When another photographer is mentioned in a column,

I know I still have a lot of fighting to do.

I've got to concentrate on nothing but my job.

I mean it, there's no hope.

I suppose that's enough work for tonight.

We'll finish this off tomorrow.

- Aren't you leaving too, Elys?

- No. I've gotta get a few things ready for tomorrow.

- Okay. So long.

- So Long

Jill, would you turn the light out as you leave, please?

- Sure.

- Who's there? Who's that?

Still you, Jill?

- Hi. I hope I didn't scare ya.

- Oh, you didn't scare me, Alan

but you've gotta stop this power game.

Don't you listen to the radio?

The whole city is terrorized.

All the things that are going on and you,

you play hide and seek at 11:00 PM!

- You're the one who's playing hide and seek with me.

My sister's not very good at lying.

She never was.

- Just like you, keeping bargains.

- I just came by to bring you this.

You left it.

And because I just can't go on without seeing you.

The fault isn't mine.

My God, I just can't get you out of my head.

- Listen, Alan.

Let's try to find a compromise.

We'll talk often on the phone, all the time,

but don't you go back on your word.

- Sure.

We always wind up doing what you want anyway.

- Hey, where you going?

- No!

Oh, please!

No, please!

- Oh, my God. Oh!

- What's the matter, little girl?

The site of blood bother you?

Forget that, goddammit!

Get out here! She took pictures of me.

We gotta find her and get them back.

Move your asses!

That's her there.

I'll get that bitch.

- What seems to be the matter, lady?

- They're murderers! They tried to get me!

They're murderers!

- She took my picture.

That bitch took shots.

- She better be taken care of soon, I think.

- You don't think!

You don't do any thinking! None at all!

You listen! - Do something

for God's sake!

Arrest them or they'll kill me!

Please, help me, please!

- All right, come on.

- Okay. Okay.

Okay.

I hear ya, Purvis.

Time to eat.

Hmm, red can again.

Okay. You got it.

Oh, shit.

I'm in trouble.

Okay, okay, I hear ya.

I couldn't have a cat that was color blind.

We'll try the blue.

Hey Purvis, I found one!

Yeah, Purvis.

I can eat it myself.

Mm, this is something else, Purvis.

Red label.

Good, huh?

You better eat it all 'cause if you don't, I will.

Yeah? Malone.

- Robert, you get your tail here in the office.

I need to speak to you.

- Okay, what is it this time?

- Shut the door and come in.

- I hope this is important.

I left my cat at home and he's alone.

Well?

- What we have tonight is another murder.

But this time we have someone who saw it.

A girl called Elys Trumbo,

about to enter her house an hour ago,

witnessed her neighbor being killed.

Smart girl.

She got out of it, setting off her little camera flash,

and blinding one of those hoods,

temporarily, worse luck.

Anyway, she escaped in her car and our pals took after her

in their at Jeep camper.

I'm betting that that car was the same one

that was stolen down at the beach.

Malone, you know that double homicide too.

It was committed with just that M.O.

My opinion, there's no doubt about it.

It's obviously the same gang of nutcases

we've been after all this time.

But there's one important difference.

A picture exists now of one of their heads.

A portrait. That's worth leaving your cat for, isn't it?

- Come in.

Ah, here are the prints back from the lab.

Thanks, Mallory.

Oh, no.

Well, what a damn disaster.

The flash went off to close.

Can't use a single one of these.

That's all we needed.

I thought it was too good to be true.

Wait a minute.

In any case, those hoods are sure

to try to take out that girl.

Robert, from now on, you're gonna be

right next to a Elys Trumbo

and you're gonna stick to her like glue.

- Where is she now?

- At City Hospital

She's still in a state of shock.

We left a cop there to keep an eye on her,

but she'll be out tomorrow

and you've got to stick with her.

Even though His Honor will howl life a wolf.

- You stupid shits.

- Hey, what's the matter?

- Are you out of your mind?

- I said stay away from this.

I want you operating.

This crap is for weak kids.

Little boys who need to work up guts!

It's not you guys.

It's not you guys, it's the system.

It does us all in.

And that's what we're trying to fight against!

It's gonna take blood.

And not just anyone's, you know that.

Just to the people who don't ever have to work for things.

Who have it all.

Okay. What's the news?

- The girl is still there in the hospital.

- He's in pretty bad shape, poor guy.

We better put him out of his misery.

One look at you in the hospital

and they'll believe you got a good reason for being there.

- City Hospital.

She's still in a state of shock.

We left a cop there to keep an eye on her.

- Our friend here was hit by a car.

I think he's hurt bad.

For God's sake, call someone.

- Come on. Move.

- Hey, where are you going?

- We got a wounded man here, officer.

- We got nurses for that.

- Now!

- Hey!

- What the hell is this?

What's going on here?

What do you want?

Hey! Hey, get out!

All right, what's going on here?

Hey, what are you kidding or something?

Hey, who are you guys?

Are you out of your mind?

- Take care of the girl! Hurry!

- My God!

No! No!

Get away!

Go away!

My God!

Oh, no!

My God.

- Lady, lady.

Give me a break with all that noise.

All right, all right. It's over.

Enough with the tears, okay?

- Okay.

- You could have taken one of them alive,

or am I wrong?

- Yeah, you're wrong.

- In this particular situation,

he had to save the girl.

What else could he do?

- I don't need a lawyer.

You're the ones that were wrong by putting

only one guard outside the door.

- Why was there only one guard?

- Because someone at the precinct

thought that one was enough.

It looks like he wasn't thinking too well.

- You know, that's the problem.

You're paid to think.

And for both of you, that could be a little trying.

Now at this time of night,

people are usually sleepy and likely to make more mistakes.

- You know, Malone, nobody likes you.

- Yeah, I know.

Sometimes I don't like myself either,

but that's a matter of opinion,

and frankly, I couldn't give a damn about yours.

All I care about is my work.

To finish what I started.

And I usually do.

Now you asked me to protect this girl.

I did.

It doesn't matter how I did it.

If you still want me to keep an eye on her,

she has to move over to my place.

- To your bunker is more like it.

- That's the way I like it.

- Let's see how Miss Trumbo feels about it first.

- I just can't take anymore.

I don't know what's happening. I'm not in good control.

Put me wherever you like.

You said "bunker" just now.

Maybe that's the only answer.

- Okay, Malone. Have it your way as usual.

- You ready to go, miss?

- I may be getting an exhibition.

- Is what you do all that fascinating, lady?

- Oh, I'm just making chat.

We've been in the car for 20 minutes

and you haven't said a thing.

- Oh, yeah?

- I didn't think you'd be such a grouch.

- Okay. So what do you wanna talk about?

I don't know what to say to you.

- Oh, well, I don't really have a one track mind,

and I don't think you do.

- Look, I don't know anything about fashion, lady.

- I see.

All right, don't talk.

It's not your duty.

And by the way,

if you don't wanna protect me,

I've got an idea.

Have someone else called in on the case.

Or next time just let them kill me.

That you take care of your little problem.

- I think it's about time you close your mouth.

Too many stupid things are coming out of it.

- Come on. Come on.

- This place is giving me the creeps, you know?

I better get outta here.

Come on. Let's move out.

This ain't a healthy place.

- The police sergeant and the girl gotta be killed.

You, go to her house and wait.

She'll be back there sooner or later.

You might see the cop coming too.

He's pretty sure to try to hide her.

When you find out where, let us know about it.

And no fancy tricks, right?

- Oh shit.

Yeah?

- I need you to do me a favor.

I want you run down to headquarters,

pick up the books with the mugshot in it,

bring them over here.

- What do you need them for?

7:30.

Sunday.

Day of rest.

All right.

One, two, and three.

- Hey, Mister? You going somewhere?

- Who's that?

- It's me, darling. Who else would it be?

- Oh, I forgot.

I'm so stupid.

Listen, um...

- Miriam. We've been introduced.

- Miriam. - Oh, what a quick learner.

You got it right the first time.

- Sweet Miriam.

Forgive me.

It's awful, but I have to go.

I promise, I'll be back in a flash.

Okay?

- Uh, I've seen some long flashes in my day

and some flashes in the pan.

Will you still be here?

- In a hiding place.

- I'll find it. That's my job.

- I'll make it hard on you. - I won't answer that.

- No.

Not one of these. No way.

Nobody who looks at all like him.

- Thank you, Miss.

You mind coming down to headquarters with us

and help make a composite of this man?

- Of course I will.

But on one condition.

I'm Elys, not Miss, okay?

- It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

How do you feel today?

Any better now that you're rested?

- Lots better, thank you.

- Good.

Come in.

Give this to the patrols and to the press.

- Where'd you get these ideas from?

You invent them all by yourself?

- Why

- This guy thinks you have a picture of his face.

You put this sketch in a newspaper,

he'll know you don't have anything.

He may never come out of his hole.

- Did you hear him?

Do as Sergeant Malone says, quick.

- We have something he wants.

The bait. He's dying to bite.

- Robert, I just have to grab a bag and pack it

with some old clothes and a toothbrush.

Only be a short time.

- Yeah, that's fine, but I'll come with you.

You never know.

Hold it. I'll open it.

- Is something wrong?

- I'll check it out.

All right, it seems okay.

- If you want something to drink

while you're waiting, help yourself.

My house is yours. There's some great bourbon.

- Milk is more my thing.

- A man of a thousand virtues.

Aren't you the sneaky one.

This is a lady's bedroom, sir.

- Where are the rest of your friends, huh?

Where are the rest of your friends?

I'll break it off!

Tell me I'll break it off!

- No one can tell who that's a picture of.

- Nick is dead, but he sure as hell didn't talk.

- If it was up to me,

I should have gone instead.

Now it's time to act.

It's time, all right!

- Hi.

- If you have to open your mouth then do it

just to shove in the food I made for ya.

They're on the table.

- Couldn't we talk for a while?

This is brainwash music, by the sounds of it.

I don't know how you kids can listen to that.

- Daddy, you're hopeless.

Those are the Aha.

- Aha?

I didn't think it was Frank Sinatra.

- Put the gun away or I'll blow your daughter's head off.

Come on out of there! Out, out!

- in our super quiz.

Hello? - Hello?

- I'm Terry. - Terry.

What part of the country are you calling us from?

- Bronx.

- Have you been following our program

for very long? - For the last couple months.

- Is that all?

All right, Terry from the Bronx.

We've been on the air for 11 years,

and you're just getting on for the first time.

Are you ready to answer the first question?

- I'll try. - Okay.

One of our immortal sports heroes, Babe Ruth,

or the Sultan of Swat, as he was called...

- That's enough! - Can you tell me what city

it's in? - He's had it.

- Come on, Terry. It's not hard.

- I don't think I know!

- Sure you do. - You listen to me.

You wanna see your daughter alive?

You get me the photo and Malone too.

Tomorrow morning at the old power station.

- You don't know? - No, I just don't.

- Tomorrow morning, Walker. - Take a wild guess.

Just try.

- And no tricks. - Name any city in the US.

- The Bronx? - Or we'll cut up your

daughter till she looks like a jigsaw puzzle!

- I admire your loyalty,

but it doesn't mean you're our big first prize.

We do have a great consolation prize, though.

A $20 discount at any Dundee Supermarket.

- Daddy!

- Thanks, does that mean I can go buy something?

- At any Dundee Supermarket

and $20 will be taken off your bill.

That's right. - Oh, jeez,

that's really great.

I shop there all the time!

- That's what we like to hear.

Now don't hang up.

You've gotta talk with our secretary

so she can get the prize certificate.

- Oh, don't worry, I'm hanging right on.

- Okay Terry, thanks for playing our quiz.

It's been nice talking to you.

- You too, Mel. Thanks a lot.

- Okay, and don't forget to keep listening

to "Mel's Quiz Game" every day of the week at this same...

- I feel like I'm going crazy.

Damned if I can see any way of getting out of this mess.

Damned if I could go along with their conditions.

- What's your other choice?

- I can't ask you to go.

You'd just get yourself killed.

And I'd spit at myself for the rest of my life!

If I were 25 years younger, by God!

- If you were 25 years younger,

you wouldn't even have a daughter.

- Look, Max, I've already made up my mind.

I'm going.

- But you can't.

It's just suicide.

They'll kill her anyway.

Robert, I know you're doing this, for me,

but it won't help.

They'll just kill you too.

So forget it.

- I'm not doing it for you.

I'm just doing it.

I would do it even if it was Santa Claus' daughter.

- Oh, let me go!

No!

- Come on! - Come on!

- No!

No!

- Ain't she wild!

- Come on!

- Get out of here! - Let me out of here.

Now!

- Hey come on, let's go.

- Come on, get out of here.

Come on, man. - Come on.

- Hurry!

- Not bad for a cop's daughter, huh?

- I wouldn't mind tearing off a hunk of that right now.

- You can wait till evening.

She's a little too upset to enjoy it right now.

- Robert never knew his parents.

The man in the picture is not his father.

He adopted him.

He was alone too.

Old and alone.

And they stuck together and with all they went through,

they found some kind of companionship with each other.

Until one day when the Walls of Jericho came crashing down.

Robert was just a kid then.

He was still in school.

One morning, two drunks robbed and killed the old man.

Yeah, you heard me.

For seven lousy dollars.

Robert survived somehow.

But after that, something was different inside him.

After he did a stint in Vietnam where he won

every medal in the book,

he came back and joined the police force.

He's not a bad guy.

His battle against crime goes back a long way.

Sometimes I think nothing else means a thing to him.

- If I could just, if I could get a beat on him,

on that type of man,

I'd give a lot to understand him.

- What did Walker want this time, Robert?

What's so important?

Hmm? I don't like the sound of your silence, pal.

- Come on, get out! Move!

Tie her up!

- Do you mind if I get something too?

Otherwise I'll just look like I'm going fishing.

Are you give you some cartridges or do I use popcorn?

- Don't go out. Don't open the door for anyone.

Take care of her, Purvis.

Is that thing ready?

- It's out in the car.

Get something to eat. You're losing weight.

- Shit.

- Hold it right there!

Come one step closer and I'll cut her throat.

I mean, I'm not kidding around.

- Listen, pal.

This is a .45 automatic,

loaded with led-plated bullets.

A shot at this distance could blow a man's head off.

I think I know what's going through your head right now.

You're wondering if I got any bullets left.

Your guess as good as mine.

Who's got the odds beat? You or me?

Today, I feel lucky.

You wanna kill her? Go ahead.

You've got the knife in the right position.

The sight of blood won't bother me, punk

What you waiting for?

- Hey look, I-

- I don't give a shit.

'Cause I'm gonna take one shot

just to see how far your goddamn head's gonna roll.

- I have to admit that it was a pleasure.

It was fun in a strange way though.

I wanna say thank you.

- You don't have to.

Anyway, if I get bored,

I know where to come for excitement.

- Thank you. See you around.

Bye.

- Emergency situation. 87th and 2nd.

Emergency situation, 87th and 2nd.

All cars in the vicinity proceed there immediately.

- On my way.

- Good evening, sir. There'll be a bit of a wait.

- I'll be at the bar.

- Sir, what'll you have?

- Scotch, double.

- I'm not an expert in fashion,

but I'm sure you've been quite successful.

- You've been doing a little research, haven't you?

I can't believe I'm able to relax, Robert.

I actually went and did some work this morning,

and it actually turned out okay.

I was amazed.

Robert?

Robert?

In this whole business, you know where

the biggest surprise came?

When you invited me out.

- You gotta eat sometimes.

Besides, gives me a chance to get dressed up.

But your problems might not be over yet.

Wait till you see my face when I get the check.

- As long as you don't think you can get away

with just one date, Mr. Malone.

Next time it's dinner at my place.

Do you like Mexican food? Robert?

Robert, what's with you?

Oh, oh, nothing, nothing.

I thought I saw someone I recognized.

- Well, anyway, I hate to be forward,

but I hate even more if I didn't speak up.

I think if we managed to have fun even over this last week,

we should seriously consider seeing more of each other.

Robert, are you listening to me?

- Oh, sure, sure. I'm listening.

It's just that I never did talk a lot.

Even when I was a kid, I always preferred action to words.

- So I see.

- Stay down now!

- Get under the table!

- Well, have a good trip.

I like to see you taking a few days of vacation.

You have so many that you never took

that you could retire right now.

- Yeah, I've been wanting to go back there for a long time.

Maybe there's still something left at that old gas station.

- I hope at least you'll find your memories.

- Stop there. Don't move.

For my album. Nobody will know, okay?

When will we see you again?

- I don't know.

Not too long.

- Okay. Bon voyage, police officer.

Goodbye, Miss.

- One more. Hold it.