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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

My part of the program this evening is, as usual, remote.

In all my travels, I don't know of any object which has been more perplexing.

This would appear to be an excellent place for a picnic.

This is solid salt.

Rather, a lot of it.

I expected to see another one marked Pepper.

There is another one nearby, but instead of being marked Salt and Pepper, they

are labelled His and Hers.

I would appear to be introducing a biblical drama, but such is not the

case. Tonight's play is a modern tale of two policemen, a father and son, called

Death of a Cop.

It is a story of revenge. It begins in one minute.

Aren't you even going to ask me what time it is?

No.

You bug me, boy.

Eight days I've been with this stakeout, you haven't opened your mouth once.

It's not normal.

What would you like me to say?

Say you're backside hurts.

Say you're bored.

Ask when your relief's coming on if you can have a cup of coffee or tell me

about your love life.

I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of admitting to you that...

My backside aches like a sore tooth.

That I am bored stiff and I'd give my right leg for a cup of coffee. So don't

try to make... How long's your bag gonna stay in there anyway?

I ain't built for waiting.

You're going to wait, Sammy boy.

Okay.

Okay.

Give me a cigarette, will you?

When was the last time we went fishing together?

On my eighth birthday.

Let's go again.

Yes.

How about Saturday? We got a couple of days off.

Got a lot of catching up to do.

Yeah.

Yes, Dad.

What made you come back to me?

For all those years, I haven't... Well, I guess it was partly because Mother was

always pushing me in the other direction and trying to make me into something I

wasn't.

That's what broke up our marriage.

Yeah, I remember. She was always fighting you to quit the force.

Well, anyway, when...

When I couldn't be what she wanted me to be, she'd get mad and she'd say, Philip,

you're just like your father.

And then one day I decided that, well,

that that wasn't a bad thing.

All right now, just as soon as she gets clear.

Having something to shoot for helped, all right.

Well, look, 6 o'clock Saturday morning, huh? 6 o'clock Saturday morning.

Good.

Yeah.

Car 87.

Car 69 calling Car 87.

This is Car 87. Go ahead, Redmond.

I think we've caught a bird singer.

Swans Liquor Store on Phelps Street. We're going in.

Be right with you.

Keep your hands still, mister. Don't move.

Here we go.

All right.

All right. All right.

Freeze.

I'm going to make him do a crazy thing like that. I could have killed him.

Yeah, just like I figured, Phil.

He's a junkie.

These boys ought to be dead than cut off from the supply of heroin. You watch out

for them, like you would some cobras.

You know this one?

Yeah, his name's Sammy Garrison.

These old men used to think he'd be president someday.

Are you

locked with Sammy

Garrison? Nothing.

You and Phil got anything out of this other kid? Yeah, a nice bunch of

obscenities. Nothing new or original, though. No, they don't remember any

other robberies. They don't remember Herbie Lane or his gang.

And they never bought heroin from a pusher.

Could you get anything out of him on Gabby Donovan? No, nothing.

Put Malloy and Garrison in the lineup tomorrow.

I want to make it definite on as many of these robberies as we can.

Oh, Phil.

Yes, sir.

That was a nice piece of work tonight.

You were unjustified in killing Garrison, but I'm glad you were able to

handle the situation without it.

Well, I wasn't in any real danger, sir.

Good. And I hope you won't be the next time, but don't count on it.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Well, how about that? Look, don't let your head get too big for your hat.

Finish that report. I don't want to do it myself tomorrow.

It's finished.

What are we hanging around here for? I don't know. Good night, Ed.

Good night, Ed.

Good night.

Thank you.

First time in seven years he said goodnight.

And smiling.

Old Thunderhead is getting soft as a marshmallow since that kid of his turned

up around here.

Well, I hope it warms up by Saturday.

Well, the weatherman said it will.

If he's lying, I'll throw the book at him.

Phil,

I think I'll go over to Eva's and get something to eat. What about you?

Well, I think I'll go and have some breakfast with Mom.

Still trying to keep her happy, huh?

I guess I just feel a little sorry for her, but that's not going to change our

plans on it. Okay, son.

I'll be seeing you. Right.

Goodnight.

I'm working out tonight.

Hi,

Lee. Robert E.

Hi, Paul.

Hello, Eva.

Trinker.

What is this, the only game in town?

It's the only game I know won't be rated. I hear the Reds did pretty good

tonight, huh?

Now let him tell it, Trink. Can't you see he's busting his buttons?

He's happy as a clam.

The only time old Thunder had used his smile in the old days was when he was

snapping the cuffs on somebody.

Deep down underneath, I'm really a very sweet person.

Oh, sure.

I found that out the first time he arrested me.

The game was five cars stud and the pot was a lousy $8.72.

We were both young then.

What was it the last time?

Close to 400.

I'm coming up in the world.

Not very far, but I'm afraid you'll never be able to reform me.

You're a rotten gambler, Tranker, and I use the word advisedly.

But you've never mugged an old lady, you've never sold heroin to kids, and

you've never stomped anybody to death just for the fun of it. In my book, that

makes you a scholar, gentlemen.

How's the lasagna?

Indigestible, if you're going to sleep on it.

Rita, you'll have a couple of poached eggs on toast.

Yeah? Thanks.

You're welcome.

Now, tell us what happened.

Well, sir, Phil got a special commendation for the lieutenant.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Like Herbie said not to use that thing unless you had to.

Chico's been squawking loud because they raised the price on him.

Now, if we can't caulk some sense into him... Hey,

Box, dock the thing, will you? We got company.

Hello, Freddy.

Box here?

You boys waiting for someone? Yeah.

Who? Like Jocko Hanlon.

I see. Going to a party, or is this business?

Ah, man, it's a party, like they got beer and broads. Hey, you want to come?

No, thanks.

You're awfully quiet, Boxer.

Look, Reardon, I register regularly with my parole officer.

I'm gainfully employed with a lane bottling company, a legitimate business.

I'm as clean as your mother's wash.

I'm glad to hear it, Boxer.

Then you won't mind if I have a look inside the car. Get out.

Hey, what is this, a roust?

Hey, Jacob, he wants to shake down the car.

Wait a minute. No, wait a minute.

Look, Reardon, I heard you already made one hit last night. What are you trying

for, a record?

He's ambitious.

He wants to make lieutenant the first year.

Well, his old man ain't made it yet. Even the other cops can't stand him.

But he's nicer than his old man, aren't you, Reardon?

Get out, Boxer.

Look, Reardon, nobody made any trouble around here, so why don't you just take

off and do whatever you were going to do, huh?

You're off duty, man, so relax. Take it easy. Don't strain yourself. Shut up,

buddy.

Boxer, out.

Why don't you make me, Reardon?

Come here.

You guys must be all hopped up.

You know the penalty for interfering with an officer?

Interfering? Like, man, what's that?

Why, officer?

We just picked you up when you stumbled.

Yeah, give you back your gun when you dropped it.

Now, Freddy, we don't want to have anybody say that we were interfering

with the law, do we?

Man, I'm happy.

Well, the man wants to look inside the car.

Let's let him look inside the car.

Why, sure.

We'll have a nice drive around.

A friendly little talk.

Now you'd like that, wouldn't you, Reardon?

Hey, that's crazy, man. That's wild.

You guys are out of your head.

You must be.

Where's Herbie Lane?

Don't you worry about Herbie. Get in.

Now you're starting to bug me, Reardon. So get in the car. Get in there.

One Reardon was enough for this precinct, man. I mean, nobody living

could put up with two of them. Well, unfortunately, the choice isn't yours,

Boxer. Herbie Lane doesn't run this precinct.

Your daddy should have told you the facts of life, boy.

Now, listen, boy.

At least six people saw you force me into this car.

If anything happens to me, you're just signing your own death.

Oh, you're breaking my heart.

Your daddy just shouldn't have turned you loose all by yourself.

You see, what Jocko means is we got a lot of good people around us on Blake

Street. They mind their own business.

They don't get nosy.

They never talk about what their neighbors are doing.

Like three monkeys, you know? No see, no hear, no speak.

Yeah, I know.

So you see, Reardon, we can do just about anything we want to, would you?

Well, if you're smart, you'll let me out of here.

Not yet, copper. We got things to talk about.

You see, if you was to get off on the wrong foot in this precinct, you could

wind up in real big trouble, man.

We're trying to help you, Reardon.

Like when I think we're being so nice to you, driving you around.

Thanks. You wanted to take a look around this car?

Take a good look.

Now, do you see anything that was worth all that trouble? No, I don't see

anything, Boxer.

Now, what made you think he was going to see anything anyway?

Thought maybe he'd hidden something under the seat down there. And now you

figure you made a little mistake, huh?

Maybe I did.

Maybe he just dropped a book of matches and was picking them up, huh?

Hey, you know, he's a smart cop.

He got smart real fast, didn't he?

I got this thing about cops ridden. I just don't like them.

I don't like especially those who don't know when to quit.

I think I know when to quit, Boxer.

Right now, I'll prove it to you. I'll give you guys a break.

A break he's gonna give us? Right. What kind of break, cop?

You're coming to the tunnel, which means you'll be across the state line in a few

minutes. So what?

So if you take me across the state line, Jocko, that's a federal rap.

Kidnapping.

What are you doing, Freddy?

I don't want the feds on my tail, man.

Open the tongue.

All right, boys, we've had our drive and we've had our talk, and I get your

message loud and clear, so what do you say we call it a day, huh?

Just stop the car and I'll get out.

Smart cop.

Just a little too smart. You just made me remember something.

Oh, you're a real smart cop.

You almost got away with it. Yeah, Box, but he said that if... Sure he said,

Freddy. But you never heard of the little Lindbergh law, did you, Freddy?

You don't have to take a man across the state line, do you, Ridden?

All you gotta do is get him into a car and ride him just half a block where he

don't want to go, right?

That's the big break he was gonna give us.

I thought he was checking out too fast.

Get him out here, Jocko.

This will make old man Reardon wish he'd never been born.

You were right.

I had a gun under the seat.

Guys on parole, they're not allowed to have guns, are they?

And no one's allowed to have three ounces of heroin taped to his car.

You should have run along when Freddy told you to.

Indications are he was shot once in the kneeling position.

And three shots in the back.

It's like an execution.

We don't know yet where it happened.

To keep him safe.

And he would have listened to me. If it hadn't been for you. Please, control

yourself. Paul, it's your fault.

You killed him, Paul.

You killed him.

You killed him.

And it's your fault.

Randy.

Randy, you okay?

You okay?

I'm okay.

Give me a cigarette.

Thanks for being here.

Phil was on his way to his mother's place. He always took the subway to

Blake Street and he got the bus from there.

I don't think he ever made the bus.

I think on the way he happened onto something, something to him at first

didn't seem dangerous.

He wasn't just shot down.

He was disarmed and then he was executed and a thing like that isn't done in a

minute of panic and isn't done by just one man alone.

Herbie Lane's gang?

That's his territory.

Lane's never gone this far before.

Maybe he thinks he's big enough now.

Even if Lane didn't have anything to do with it, he probably knows who did.

Nothing much happens around here without Lane knowing about it.

Not that it's likely to be much help to us.

Phil was young. He had a lot of confidence. He'd probably go into

something alone where an older man would have waited.

Wait a minute, Paul.

You're going with Singer. You mean...

You mean he'll run the show? For now.

You want to give me a reason?

Because I know how you feel. Because I don't want you to get into trouble and I

don't want the department to get into trouble either.

Is that a good enough reason or shall I take you off the case entirely?

Whenever you're ready. Well, don't ride me, Redden.

We're all trying our best.

Good morning.

It's more comfortable up in my office.

Down here will do, Herbie.

Suit yourself.

Hey, George.

They want to talk down here.

Tough luck, Redden.

I was sorry to hear about the news.

What am I supposed to say, Herbie?

Thank you.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Morning, Kenny.

Legal talent lined up so early in the morning?

Are you worried about something, Herbie?

Yeah, you bet your life I'm worried.

Somebody catches cold in this precinct, I get to blame.

I called George the minute I heard the news on the radio.

I'm here to see that my client's rights are respected.

We try to observe all the amenities.

Yeah, I know you cops.

Something happens to one of you, the rest of you go, Yeah,

well, I don't want no trouble.

What do you want to know?

You know anything about the death of Philip Reardon?

Nothing, so help me.

You mind telling me what you're doing at 5 o'clock this morning?

I was upstairs asleep in my apartment.

Well, did anything happen here while you were sleeping?

I didn't hear nothing.

Where are your boys this morning? That boy's in the plant.

Well, that must be a change for them.

Get them over here.

What time did Herbie call you, Chaney?

Right after the 8 o'clock news.

Yeah, I thought it might be a little earlier, say sometime after 5.

He called me at 8 o'clock, Reardon.

Yeah, I don't care about that. Tell him to get down here on the double.

You sure you didn't get the counselor out of bed with a panic call?

Hey, why should I?

Because a cop killing is big trouble.

An organization doesn't like big trouble at the executive level.

What'd the old man say about it, Herbie?

Hey, you know something? I don't know what you're talking about.

Miss Tulane is engaged in a legitimate business.

Save it, counselor.

You're not in the courtroom now. We know who pays your salary.

What are you guys made up for?

Mr. Singer, these men are employees of the Lane Bottling Company. We know all

about that, too, Mr. Cheney.

Now, sit down, boys.

They're all yours, Singer.

In order to keep Mr. Cheney happy, I'll inform you that we're investigating the

murder of Detective Third Class Philip Ridden, which occurred between 5 and 8 o

'clock this morning.

Now, can you give us any information bearing on this?

All right.

I'll start with you, Boxer. Where were you between 5 and 8 o'clock this

morning? I was right here. You see, I got to come in early. I load the trucks.

Sure, sure.

Who was working with you?

Freddie Arnold, Jocko here, Pete Sampson, Al Jeffries.

What do you think, Paul?

They're lying.

The act they put on for us was too good.

The pressure seems to be on from upstairs.

Cheney wasn't here just to see if we weren't going to beat up on the boys.

Well, the organization may just be going out of its way to avoid even the

appearance of evil. You believe that if you want to. I've been watching their

faces and I say they're lying.

And I can't touch them.

Paul, we'll need more than expressions to take into court.

Feel up to questioning the neighbors?

Singer, I don't have one other thing in the world to do.

I see we are at the halfway point.

I also see a local station ahead.

Let's see if we can identify it.

Welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour, part two.

If you wish a summary of the first half, I suggest you watch the next minute

closely.

Page six. When a story gets back to page six, it's dead.

How long is this going to be?

Three weeks now, you're after me. You can stop it right now.

Look, Mr. Whedon, I told you. How many times have I told you I didn't see

anything?

Look, I'm a decent man.

I got to live with hoodlums, but I'm a decent man.

If I'd see a cop in trouble... Wait a minute. Where was he in trouble? On the

street over there? I didn't say that.

I only said, if I see a cop in trouble, I'd call for help.

I'm busy now. I have a lot of prescriptions to fill.

Did you ever meet my son?

No. Then how would you know he was a cop?

He was new in this precinct. He was alone. He was healed.

If you saw a young man with a gun having trouble over there, you wouldn't think

cop. You'd think he was just another hoodlum being worked over.

And you'd do what you always do when the Lane Gang starts something. You'd go in

your back room and you'd hide.

Look, I told you that... You wouldn't know he was a cop until later, and even

then you might not talk to us, but nobody warned you not to.

Don't you understand he was working for you?

You.

For the decent people.

I'm sorry your son was killed.

I had a son, too.

He died in Korea.

My wife and I, we got nothing more left to give.

I have to go to work now. I'll be back.

Hard day at the plant, Boxer? Nah, this is my day off.

Enjoy it.

Hello, Freddy. You're off too, I see.

You always around, Reardon. Seems like every time I come out the door, I fall

over you.

I like this neighborhood. It's quiet and peaceful. In fact, the quietest place in

the whole precinct.

Imagine, three whole weeks without one bit of trouble.

So, give us a gold star.

Maybe the old man's handing them out.

It's a bitter world, isn't it, Boxer?

Generally, you walk around here like a giant, but when the old man cracks his

whip, you drag your belly on the ground just like the common folk.

Must have cracked up real good three weeks ago.

They'd do us a favor, would you, Reardon? Don't worry about us.

I'm not.

I see you around.

You know, Box, if he keeps pushing like that, somebody's liable to crack.

Yeah.

Well, Cheney's got the answer to that.

And it's being taken care of right now.

What's the matter? You sneak in the back door.

Look, I told Riordan the same thing I told you.

I don't know anything.

I keep on telling him, but I can't stop him from coming in here.

Now look at that. It slipped right out of my hands.

I gotta be careful.

You got your whole life savings tied up in these things.

That's, that's why I'm gonna, I'm gonna help you.

What do you mean?

Relax. Relax.

You know, I learned a new word today.

It's harassment.

That means like when a cop is really bugging you, you dig.

Cops aren't supposed to do things like that to law-abiding types like you. You

got your rights, you know.

I tell you what you do.

You get on that phone there and you call the precinct station and you tell the

lieutenant to get his boy off your back.

Or you're going to scream for a lawyer.

Yes, yes.

I'll do that.

I'll do that right away.

I'm sorry, Rio.

Tough luck, man.

No trouble.

I didn't see your son.

Nothing, nothing. Didn't see.

Didn't see your son.

Nothing, nothing. Didn't see.

Didn't see your son. Who killed your son, cop?

Killed your son.

Killed your son. Killed your son. Killed your son. Who killed your son, cop?

You killed him.

You killed him.

Dad?

Dad, help me.

Help me, Dad.

Kind of a stranger around here lately.

Yeah, I've been spending all my time down around Blake Street.

You... You love me that much, Eva, that you sit up all night just in the off

chance I might want a cup of coffee.

Now, don't flatter yourself.

I've always been a night owl.

You shouldn't waste your time on me.

It's my time, Paul.

I'll do with it what I want.

The case isn't going too well, is it?

Dying on his feet.

The law says you've got to have evidence. The law also says that I'm

harassing citizens. If I tried to get some, Mills came down on me hard today.

So I'm to forget about Blake Street and work on another theory and... The killer

sits and drinks his beer and laughs at me.

Oh, Paul, you've been hurt.

You want to hurt something back, I know, but...

Are you sure you're not just kidding yourself, holding on to this Lane thing

because nothing else has turned up? Wait a minute. I've just been through all

that with Mills. What do you think I am after all these years? An amateur?

Listen to me. Those people down on Blake Street are scared to death of me. They

sweat blood even if I say hello to them. And if they're not hiding anything, what

have they got to be afraid of, either from me or from the Lane gang?

Under the law, there's not one blessed thing I can do about it but wait and

hope that maybe, maybe...

Some day something will break and I'll get a witness who'll testify and that's

not good enough, not fulfilled.

And not for me either.

You're letting hate get the better of you. What am I supposed to do?

Love the man who butchered my son?

Well, no, but don't let him destroy you too, Paul.

Oh, I know you feel like you've lost everything, but you haven't. I told you

not to waste your time.

Paul.

Paul, you've been a cop all your life.

Don't forget it now.

Yeah, I've been a cop all my life.

If I can't bring in the guy to kill my own son, what have I proved?

You better take two.

You've got a delivery to make tonight, Boxer.

Three ounces to Holland on the south side.

Freddy and Jocko make the pickup.

And they're going to go along with you to make sure there's no trouble about

the payment this time. Who needs them? I can take care of Howland myself.

Yeah, well... Cops. Ridden, Singer, a whole bunch of them. Looks like trouble.

Ridden? Take it easy.

Keep your mouth shut.

Don't let them shake anything out of you.

Yeah, Herbie, but what about this cop?

Hold it right where you are.

You're under arrest.

Lee, go check the plant.

May I see the warrant?

Sure, there's warrants for everybody.

I'll pass them around.

No, you do it, Singer.

I wouldn't want them to be able to say they hadn't been legally served.

Yeah?

What's the charge?

Threatening a police officer on the performance of his duty.

What? Conspiracy to obstruct a homicide investigation.

Suspicion of illegal possession of firearms.

Intimidating an officer. Oh, wow, Herbie. He must be out of his skull.

Yeah, wait a minute, Radin. Who's this cop that's been obstructed and

threatened? You?

I'm assuming you gave the orders, Herbie.

If he didn't, you ought to keep a closer eye on your boys.

Framing is a lousy copy. Shut up, Jocko.

Shut up.

Herbie, we never even touched him.

Never.

Yeah.

Okay, boys, there's no trouble.

Let's go.

Singer, I want you to take this place apart.

And?

I want you to shake down every one of these addresses.

The whole gang?

The whole gang.

You look for anything, you can pin on them.

And especially, you look for a .45 automatic that might have shot my son in

the back.

Well, that was a wasted day.

I never saw such slicked-up pads.

The word must have gone out to him a long time ago.

You know, avoid even the appearance of evil, I think you said.

I suppose the gun was safe at the bottom of the river five minutes after Phil was

killed. That lieutenant's still here.

He's probably waiting for a report.

Yeah, probably.

Red.

Well?

Nothing.

I'm sorry about that. I'm really sorry.

Come in.

All right, Chaney, here's Red. You talk to him.

In regard to this alleged threat... Skip the legal phraseology.

Do you have any witnesses, Reardon? Where would I get witnesses?

Where are the witnesses to the murder of my son? The Lane Gang took care of that.

There are never any witnesses on Blake Street, Cheney. You know that.

Then you're in trouble.

Because my clients can prove that they never saw you on the night you claimed

they threatened you with great bodily harm.

How do you mean they can prove it, Cheney? The usual round-robin alibi?

Sure.

So it's my word against theirs.

You take your word into court, Reardon, and I'll crucify you.

I could enter suit against you now for false arrest.

Do us that little favor, will you, Cheney?

Reardon has an unblemished record of 30 years to dedicated service.

His son, a police officer, was brutally murdered.

I'd like to see how much public sympathy you'd get for that gang of clients.

Mr. Lane understands that Reardon's been under severe nervous strain.

In fact, so severe that perhaps his judgment is, shall we say, clouded.

In view of this, my clients are willing to forego punitive action if Reardon

will withdraw his charges.

Well, I'd like to hear what Boxer and Freddie really think of Lane's humane

attitude.

I'll withdraw the charges.

Very well.

But let me warn you, don't try this again.

Go home, Cheney.

Did you swear out a false warrant?

I won't lie to you, Tom.

I tried something that didn't work.

I, uh... I think it's time I gave this back to you.

I wouldn't believe it, Paul.

What happened to you? I don't know.

What does happen to a man after 30 years?

I suppose you stopped being a cop and became simply a human being trying to

avenge your son.

Maybe.

Maybe I spent too much time on Blake Street looking at fear. It made me a

little sick of my stomach.

I couldn't promise those people protection. They knew I couldn't.

I got to wondering why Philip or any other cop should die when the law keeps

us in handcuffs.

And leaves people at the mercy of men like Boxer Shaw and Freddie Arnold.

Thanks for standing by me, Cheney.

Bye, Tom.

Wait a minute.

You're not fooling me, Paul.

You're not going to let this thing drop.

Our law may be inadequate and faulty, but it's all the law we've got.

And don't think you can step outside of it and get away with it.

I'll be careful.

Thanks.

Tell Trinker to call me when he comes in.

Why all the sweat to see Trinker?

I told you I want a favor from him.

Look, Eva, I'm going on home now.

If Trinker does show up, will you tell him to come by? It's urgent.

Paul, you're a fool.

You're throwing your life away.

Eva, I'm sorry you don't approve of what I'm doing.

I can't help it.

Oh, what's the use?

I can't get through to you.

If I see Trinker, I'll tell him.

Not so tough without his badge.

News travels fast, doesn't it? Oh, just about nothing gets by us.

Except you don't know who killed my son.

That's right, we don't know. You see, we don't kill cops.

Not even ex-cops.

We're about to prove that to you right now.

We don't want you to leave the force with a lie in your conscience.

You said we'd threaten you with great bodily harm.

So be our guest.

What's the matter, Trank?

You look a little green.

I'm not the physical type.

You're lucky they didn't kill you.

I hope you can't stand that kind of trouble just now.

You gonna have him hauled in?

Listen to more alibis?

I haven't got the time.

Okay.

What'd you want to see me about?

I want a stakeout on a man.

Here's his address.

I need a place where I can hold up for a while and watch him.

I can't look for it myself because the man knows who I am. Besides, the

neighborhood is too close to Blake Street where everybody knows me.

If I was seen around there, the man would know he was being watched.

Now, if you can find me a place, I can slide in there at night and stay there

until I find out what I want to know. Would you do that?

You have to fetch the groceries, too.

You know, you were less trouble when you were a cop.

Who is the guy, Ray? Just in case, he might know me, too. You wouldn't know

this one, not unless you've been slumming, Trank.

His name is Gabby...

Donovan. That was Donovan, the smiling messenger boy.

Pure heroin delivered right to your doorstep.

We know that, Frank. We know he's supplying Herbie Lane, but so far we've

never been able to get enough on him for a legal search.

But you're a free man now. You don't have to bother with all that red tape.

It's taken me almost a month cooped up in this place, but I know what the

pattern is now.

He should bring in the next shipment in about three days.

Who is it?

Police. Open up, Donovan.

All right. I hope you guys got a warrant.

That's good enough for you. Hey, Red, come on.

Makes a difference, doesn't it?

I won't be in the club anymore.

Don't play games of searching.

All right.

All right. All right, lay off, will you?

I'll tell you where the stuff is.

Lane speaking.

Redden? Did you hear from Donovan?

Hey, Redden, that stuff's worth a quarter million dollars.

What are you trying to do? You can get it back.

Yeah, well, I gotta pay for it. You give me one man, Herbie, the man who killed

my son.

I told you before, I don't know who. Then you better find out pretty quick

how long do you think it'll be before the old man hears about this.

He might even consider replacing you, Herbie.

Wait a minute, Redden. I gotta think about this.

I gotta think. What is there to think about?

A quarter of a million dollars in your neck against one cheap, easily

replaceable hood.

Yeah, when a cop turns rotten, he really goes all the way, don't he?

Herbie, don't you know a good cop can beat you and your boys at your own game

any day of the week?

How about it, Herbie?

All right.

Boxer's the one you want. Boxer.

Yeah, I guess I can afford to spare him.

Boxer.

You send him and one other man here at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

We'll make the swap even.

Okay, Redden.

What's the address?

The door's unlocked.

Come in.

Hey, Reardon, cool it!

Like Boxer wasn't an easy guy to set up, you know? He had his own ideas.

Well, you got your end of the deal.

Where's the stuff?

Come on, make it snappy, man. This is going to be a beehive in a couple of

minutes.

Did Lane really think he was going to get that heroin back?

He's gone to the police.

What? Get out of here!

He crushed you, Herbie. He sent the stuff to the cops.

Paul Reardon.

Trinket, you see what happened?

Yeah. I saw him do it.

Can't find his gun.

Huh?

Oh.

Oh, now I see why he asked me to wait out here.

He wanted to make sure there was a witness.

One that would talk.

He said he waited a long time.

But now he was going fishing.

He meant the trip that he and Philip never made.

I can see that a policeman's lot is not a happy one.

I believe it is time to be on my way. However, I shall take just one glance

back at the city.

I understand it's beautiful.