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Thanks, partner.

- You've got anything?
- She hasn't been dead too long.

Two days, maybe.

- How about the water?
- I can't tell.

Anything else?

Okay.

Okay.

Hi, Charlie Bronski.

Hi, kid.
Call Morgan.

- Bumper Morgan?
- Yeah.

Kinda got the feeling
she might have been a hooker.

You're right.

Her name is Millie Haskins.

Some people used to call her bunny,
I never know why.

Now, all those names are people
that knew her in one way or another.

Millie moved around quite a bit.

Maybe she was shot and
thrown upon those bridges up there?

No, she'd been busted up a lot more than
she is if that's the way it happened.

Now, wait a minute, Morgan.

Let's check this.

Approximately 28 years old,
partially clothed, no purse, no jewelry.

Several facial and body abrasions.

And discovered 07:48 a.m. this date.

- Is that about it?
- Right.

See you.

Morning, Your Honor.

I can't.
I'm all muddy.

Don't change the subject!

I told you right from the start...

that you don't even exciting, we have nothing in common, not one thing on this Earth.

So would I'd like to know
Officer Morgan that just...

What the hell are you
doing in my bedroom?

I could've changed at the station but I got
a hot tip that I could get some help here.

I don't know what you're talking about.
But supposing I say that you can't.

Have to search the neighborhood
for another apartment...

with a nice lady
and an ironing board.

Are you here to use me
or my ironing board?

Hey, wait a minute.
Mud...you said something about muddy.

Oh...okay.

Come here.

Hey.

Cassie?

You called?

I don't know how I was
ever lucky enough to meet you.

Or why you have anything
to do with me.

But I'm glad.

See that man?
That's a policeman.

He’ll come and get and
put you in jail if you’re bad.

That's really clever, lady.

Make him scared of the law.
Then he’ll grow up to hate cops...

because you scared him to death.

I'm not a cop lover, Bumper,
but I...

Hardly anybody is.

- What's happening, Frankie?
- Nothing's happening.

Heard you got your
feet wet this morning.

Sounded kinda hairy
with the ropes and all.

You know, some guys are real freaks
when it comes to broads.

Works both ways.

- Wrong street.
- How's that, sheriff?

I said you're on the wrong street.

I don't want you catching any squares
in a coin smack on my beat.

Now, move out!

If I see you around here again I'll send
you down there right where your money went.

Hello, Bumper.

Hello, Harry.
How's the betting business?

Betting business?

I just wrote my mother
a nice long letter.

Well, she ought to be
real proud of you...

the way you know
how to use the United States Mails.

Well, for her the sun rises
and sets on me, Morgan.

I'm sorry if I inconvenienced you...

because of your mother.

Here he is.
The finest cop money could buy.

Bumper is here.
Get busy!

Hey, Bumper.

That Millie Haskins on the
news this morning.

Now, is that the same Millie used to
come in here and drink coffee all the time?

Yeah.

Awful.

The same kinda thing happened
last month in the Valley.

Beat up, tie up, shouter.
I remember reading about it.

- Scrambled eggs and lachs?
- And a bagel.

The usual!

Bumper Morgan?

- Yeah.
- I am glad to know you.

Parker...Avery Parker.

Nice to meet you.

Somehow I think you'd be
a bigger man.

I am.

Oh...

He sure is, Mr. Parker.

Couple of years ago he jumped three bums
who are tried to jump on me.

I call him my hero, don't I?

I've just opened my offices
in the Roxman Building.

Diamonds, all the lapidary arts.
Fine watches, fine rings.

Why don't you stop around
for a special discount?

Thank you.

- Well, the thump, you.
- I'm would.

Hold it! Hold it!

All right, Noodles.
Get over there on the sidewalk, will you?

- You alright?
- Yeah, I think.

- Need an ambulance?
- No.

You get that thing
out of here.

- You almost got yourself killed, Noodles.
- What's the difference?

I don't mind about you. I just don't
want a heart attack on my beat.

1-X-L-40-5's requesting a B-wagon
on the Fifth and Main.

- Now, your right name is Craig Milton, ha?
- Negative.

Craig Millard. Two L's.
I ain't that drunk, am I?

- No but you're dying.
- No crime in that.

That's not pass the law.

Eyes bloodshot, gait staggering...

Condition stuporous, resident transient.
Period.

- Thanks.
- Well...

You left out the most important part.

Unable to care for himself.

Check.

Check.

You see that meathead there?

Just made a buy.

He's wearing long sleeves
to cover the hype marks.

God knows what he's
got in his pockets.

He just got out of the joint.
I can spot those cardboard shoes from here.

I tell you something.
If I'd go over there and make a pinch...

and we went before judge...

be case dismissed.

Insufficient probable cause.

Stopping the searching and pertaining.

Just flag the wagon down
when it shows up, ha?

- I'm arresting myself again, ha?
- That's right.

Thanks.

- Does Alice is in?
- Yes, she's in.

- Hey, she's somethin' else
than the others. - Really?

Especially in the mornin'.

Alice's got this thing
about daywork.

- Let's go.
- Just a minute, bum.

- Where are you from, man?
- Libya.

Well, I never heard of that but I think you
better get yourself a locker and key.

- I don't want no trouble.
- I guess that suit you, dude.

Alice's fine, you know.
But she's a stone thief, man.

She clean you out
if she gives the chance.

- You got a safe here?
- Yes, man. Right over there.

Why don't you leave your wallett
with the desk clerk here?

He put it in safe.
Okay?

- I don't want no trouble.
- Give it to him, man. Be safe.

All this. Give this in.
Be safe, man.

Now, can I have my
five dollars now, please?

And five for the desk clerk here.

And three for the room.

Be safe, man.

Go right up to the 237. I'll buzz Alice.
She'll be there about two minutes.

Hey, bum...

I don't know how they do it
over there in Libya...

but you're in for a whole "Lucia".

Yes, yes.

Yeah and don't you work too hard.
Work easy, baby.

Don't work too hard.

You know it yourself.
Work easy, man. Work easy.

Freeze!

- Where you come from?
- Down the chimney.

Now, both of you
over there on the floor.

Face down, spread-eagle.

Face down!

Is anything wrong?

I'm trying to stop you
from being flimflammed, sucker.

Now, get your clothes on!

Look out!

Get up to that telephone. Call the
operator, tell him to get the police.

And that an officer needs assistance
at the Bixby Hotel at Wall and Winston.

Bixby Hotel, officer needs assistance,
Wall and Winston. Yes, sir.

Now, what will you
going to do with this?

- You're going in this car here.
- Are you going with me, right?

No, I got a lot of paperwork to do.

Oh, Officer...Thanks.

Look...

My father and I have
a very fine restaurant.

Please, I want you to come
and meet my father and...

Be my guest for
a very fine meal, okay?

Be handy with an ashtray
once he gets the picture.

It's okay, mamacita.
All in one piece.

You know how many times
I wake up in the night sweating over you?

Seeing you trying to duke it out with a couple like this, getting your head bashed in.

It could happen, you know,
like it almost happened now.

We're getting too old
for this kind of stuff.

Too old.

Did you ever think
about retirement?

Sure, Cruz.
Every time you bring it up.

Alright, alright, alright.

The fan-belt.
The lousy fan-belt that keeps coming off.

- Move it!
- Go on around! There's plenty of room.

Thanks.

All fixed now.

Happens all the time.
All fixed now.

I know how to fix good.

All fixed. In the car now.
We go.

Okay, we can go further.
Get in the car.

Come on, everybody in the car.
We go.

- Wait a minute.
- What for, Officer?

There is no problem here.
No problem at all.

Gypsy boy.
I'm just a gypsy boy.

My babies, the mother of my babies.

We go now, ha?

What are you doing
in this part of town?

Shopping.
Just a little shopping, that's all.

Just a little shopping.
No harm in that.

Any packages in there?

We didn't see nothin' we liked. We ain't
got much money. You can see that...

- What's your name?
- Ben Marcos.

Driver's licence?

Sure.

I don't do nothing
against the law.

There is no problem here, Officer.

You know I'm just
a gypsy boy.

You know me, don't you, Officer?

I talked with you before, ain't I?

You know we've talked before.

You used to work downtown
with a dame on a pigeon drop.

Occasionally it's you're makin' switch.

Well, I just wanna tell you...

You not gonna have
much luck around here.

We can go now, Officer? It's very hot
for the mother of my babies in the car.

Please, sir,
can we go now?

Yeah, go on.

All right, we can get
the ice cream now.

That’s telling him, Blinky.

Hey, are you guys got
the hog road last night?

We got him all right.
He had cold plates on the car.

Yeah but he's been busted
three times before.

- Sounds like he has a library card.
- Come on.

- Hi, Bumper.
- Hi, Morgan.

Hello, Morgan.

Are you made those reports on that?

No, let's hit the gym.
Play some handball.

Kids.

- Well, well, it's still there.
- What?

Well, that thing in the
middle of the dashboard.

What do they call that?
A radio?

Do you mind try
tuning it in?

Do you mind try listen to it
and every once in a while...

handle some of the calls
that come in?

Cruz, you're beginning to
sound like a sergeant.

I am your sergeant
and don't forget it.

Anybody else would have
your horns trimmed by now.

Why?

Because some of the guys
in the district...

are complaining that
they're handling the calls...

because you're off the radio
walking around so much.

- What guys? - Bradley, McKegg, Serriany,
want me to go on with them?

Look at them.

They wouldn't know a snake in the grass
if it jumped up and bit them on the nose.

Every one of them came out the Academy
like you Bumper,

like me, every last one of them.

They're babies, mano.

Only because they haven't been
out yet long enough.

- Charlie.
- Be seeing you, Cruz.

Morgan.

- Find yourself a killer yet?
- Not yet.

I've been sorting out
all those names you gave me.

Running down every one of them.

But weren't yet any idea
that Millie Haskins work for a guy or not.

You gonna have to
ask around, Sergeant.

I'm asking around.
I'm asking you.

Pimp just might have got
her that last date.

Doesn't usually work that way.

Pimps don't get the dates.
They just take the money.

That's one kind of hang-up about
cooperating with homicide, Morgan?

No. Why?

If somebody shot Millie Haskins
three times with a 38.

We all know she had to have
some kind of contact to meet the guy.

You've been working around
her old stop and grab for twenty years.

If you're getting run
across somebody you think...

I have to know,
I want you to call me, okay?

Sure.

Thanks.

Boy oh boy!

You really have a wing disposition.
What do you got against this guy?

He doesn't know his rear end
from a burnt biscuit either.

He's only one of the
best man in the department.

And there's nothing you can do
because he's fifteen years younger.

Just keep the radio on
and stay on the air.

Okay, Cruz.

But I never made a good
pinch yet from a radio call.

All the good bust come from walking
and talking and looking on the beat.

Walking and talking and
looking on the beat...

and the next thing you know
you're not doing police work anymore.

You're just some kind of
character out there.

- Well, somebody's got to do it!
- You don't!

You've been out too long already.
You would've been a captain...

if it wasn't for that lousy beat.

It's nothing but a "puta".
Can't love you back.

It can only use
your laugh at you.

And you've been on that
beat for twenty years.

By the end of the month...

you can pull the pin.

Vacation time...

could be offered by Friday forever.

You can't love on that beat.

And you listen to your friend, Cruz.

Your soul's in danger
if you don't love.

Hear and watch your "mano".

Come on.

The problem is that the left was unwilling
to come to agree these conceptions.

In earlier times the contest between
radical and conservative and liberal...

was more clearly delineated.

Those on the left like Rousseau...

were prepared to assert
that manners's basically good.

Or like John Stuart Mill
that it's essentially rational.

Or like Thomas Jefferson who...

was capable of ordering his own
and society's destiny.

Now, the left still holds
to this outlook.

Even though...in spite of
plans and proposals to...

remedy the maladies our time.

Altruism slips through.

We'll stop on that
and pick it up tomorrow.

- So you're cutting out of us.
- Oh, yes.

Going on the faculty
at Bainbridge next year...

so I have to go to San Francisco
and case dismissed.

Mr. Richard will be
taking over for me.

Go on now. Beat it.
I'll say my goodbye some other time.

You are going to be
a hard act to follow, Cass.

Final exams.
You'll have a breeze.

You don't want to forget the whole thing
and stick around and marry me or something?

No. You already have a wife
and I almost have a husband.

Did you ever notice they get to park
anyplace they want to?

If we do it we get a ticket.

Old Dick Tracy had a farm...

E-I-E-I-O.

I'm going to hit the gym
first thing in the morning.

And I'll be there to drink you
a long long goodbye

It's not that far away.

- Hey!
- Hi.

Hi.

What long goodbye?

Well, for my going away. Seven o'clock
tonight for students and faculty.

- You are invited.
- Thank you.

Hello!

What have you been doing?

Making the streets safe
for women and babies.

- I'm retiring.
- Maybe we ought to lock the door.

- Hey, what did you say?
- I'm retiring.

Oh...

- Cruz got to you.
- Yep.

Well...

- You never could look him in the eye.
- Well, I can now.

I'm leaving Friday and time to go to San
Francisco with you and time to marry you.

Can you just do that?

Not can.
I'm going to.

You sure you can leave it?

I'm not married to the beat, Cassie.

Lock that damn door.

Officer.
These people are bothering me.

Get lost!

Hey, I see you took
the training wheels off.

Yeah, a long time ago.

Big handsome fella like you
ought to try to get an honest job.

Did you ever think about
joining the Police Department?

Yeah, I did. I was afraid
I might get a partner like you.

Yeah but I have to teach you not to
walk around my beat with those boots on.

You'll be kicking up sparks
and starting fires.

1-X-L-40-5, 1-X-L-40-5,
call 1-4-2-4.

1-4-2-4.

1-X-L-40-5, roger.

1-X-L-40-5, roger.

Some of the people I've been talking told
that Millie had a pretty big habit.

Big enough.

Those are the funniest looking
hype marks I've ever seen.

They're holes. She got them
in a joint about two-three years ago.

Up there they kind of improvise.

They use a lightbulb filament
and they heat it with matches...

poke a hole in it with
a needle and stretch it out.

Then they attach it
to a plastic spray ball.

Millie told me all about it
and now I told you.

We can open that.

We don't like each other
too much, do we, Morgan?

Did you find her pimp yet?

It looks like a guy
named Zoot Lafferty.

- Zoot Lafferty...
- Can't seem to get a line on him.

- Do you know where he's these days?
- No.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

Do you ever bust her?

No, I never did.

Never had the chance.

Well, let's just put it this way.

Every now and then
Millie Haskins assisted me...

in my official duties
as a Los Angeles policeman.

For small fee, of course.

She was one of my snitches.

I don't know how you
played these things, Charlie, but...

I never bust a snitch
if I can help it.

1-X-L-40-5 code six.
Six on Wall.

What's this all about?

This is Dr. Haskins.

Officer Morgan, doctor.

How do you do?
I'm Mildred's father.

Mildred Haskins.

Dr. Haskins came to claim the body.

- We wait for you in the car, sir.
- Thank you.

You're the man who found her?

Yes, sir.
I found her.

- What can I do for you, doctor? - Would I
be wrong assuming that you knew Mildred?

No, sir.
I knew her.

I thought I knew her one time.

I guess I never did.

She was a prostitute, wasn't she?

- I really don't know, sir.
- You do know.

Let me explain something.

When I leave you
I have to go to my wife...

and tell her that
Mildred is dead.

Mrs. Haskins is not a well woman.

And prosaic is it may sound.

She has kept a life buried
into herself all these years.

What about yourself, doctor?

I loved Mildred more
than I can say.

When you see her mother...

you tell her that Millie...
I mean Mildred...

was the victim
of a street crime...

and that the Police Department
is doing everything in it's power...

to find out who committed it.

But don't tell her anything else.

Of course I'll do that.

They say that man proposes
and God disposes.

I get very little comfort
out of those words myself.

Considering you bring
a child into the world.

You love her.
You educate her.

You see her change
from a child to a woman.

Then one day a man from
the coroners office calls...

and tells you it's all over.

None of it worked.

It doesn't make much sense, does it?

No, sir.
It doesn't.

Thank you.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.

- Oh, no. Not this time.
- Oh, yes. Yes, this time.

Oh, no.

Beautiful people, Marvin.
Just beautiful.

- You're looking good these days, Roxie.
- Thank you. I'm sure.

- What's your name, son?
- Stanley Daberough.

- New playmate?
- Yes...as a matter of fact.

Gorgeous.

I smell pig.

You look bit off your beat,
aren't you, Harry?

Look, I'm moved clear over to Figueroa just
to get away from you and your beat.

How much action you
got written down today?

- Another time, Harry.
- Yeah, well, I get going.

Oh, I'll go.
Marvin here likes your business.

Marvin.

Why don't you break down
and buy Officer Morgan a little drink?

I wouldn't buy Officer Morgan
a glass of slop!

Now, when do you stop comin' in here
and rousing my customers, Morgan?

I said I smell pig.

Never I can get Mr. Rovitch
out of my mind.

Marvin and I go back
a long way, don't we, Marvin?

You see, little Sam Rovitch got behind
in some interest payments...

to a guy by the name of Stapleton.

Marvin here did the job for him.

Used leather gloves with
wrist pins on the palms on Sam.

Poor guy like that. You know, his bones
never did heal and he finally died.

Marvin's a big man now.

Doesn't have to do
jobs like that anymore.

Course he's sore at me 'cause I...

closed this place down twice.

Got his licence suspended.

That was sixty days a piece,
wasn't it, Marvin?

You know somethin'?

Now I really do smell
a lot of pig in here.

I heard you the other times too, son.

What's the matter with you, Morgan?

You're a psycho, Morgan!

You shouldn't allow them
to get so drunk.

I'm not drunk
and you know it.

Ah, you had to be drunk
to say those things.

- I'm taking you in.
- These people will testify.

I'll sue you for false arrest!

Take your best shot.

There isn't one of these slimeballs that
it'll give you a break time of the day...

if they had a crate
full of alarm clocks.

Now, Marvin!
You better get out of my way...

or I'm liable to get the crazy idea
you're trying to interfere with my arrest.

Morgan!
Morgan!

I'm gonna have you dropped!

You just might to hang
a target on your back.

Are you prepared to swear before God
that I was drunk in there?

No God on this beat, son.

Suppose you know the Supreme Court
decision on cops to go around...

Well, that doesn't work
down here either.

- Hi, Grogan.
- How are you doin', Bumper?

You see, I'm forced to
write my own decisions.

And you just violated
one of my laws.

Which is contempt of cop.

You can't hold me in and you know it.
I'll be out in an hour.

Yeah but you gonna have to ride around
this thing for a couple hours.

Might just change your mind.

Pick up your short, dog.

I'm sorry, Officer.
I didn't do anything.

Go on.

Hey, come out of there!

Come on out!
I'm not gonna bite you.

Hi, Bumper.

How's your parole going, Arthur?

Good as gold.
A month of program...Hey!

You're on a program, ha?

I'm not the strongest individual
in the world, Bumper.

You're not gonna bust me
for a lousy marks case, are you?

The whole Union Pacific Railroad
could run on those tracks.

- Come on. - I couldn't spend
the night in jail, Bumper.

I'd have to kill myself.

I know you got a hole
on your snitches.

But I roll over anybody for you
if you just give me a break.

Except your best connection.

That's God you've just
introduced in the conversation, Bumper.

I may not bust you, Arthur,
if you can do me some help.

We're talking about
a toady named Millie Haskins.

She had big habit.

But she's dead now.
They killed her.

Now, she just might
have used your connection.

I'll ask for you. I'll ask. But, see,
my connections got a tender doorbell.

- Maybe I can get someone else...
- Arthur.

I'm gonna be fifty years old
in two weeks...

and I'm starting celebrate
my birthday right now.

I'm not interested in any
two or three lid punk.

Oh, no! This is big. This is...
Oh, this is real big.

This guy did me bad once
and I wouldn't mind popping him.

There's only one thing:
don't get me rat jack.

You see if he thinks I fink and
he sneak battery acid in my spoon and...

he laughs while I spiked.

You work with me.
Nobody knows.

Nobody.

Okay.

I bring this guy
and another guy.

Just bought some wheat.

But he unloads catnip on the guy.

So guy goes out and
it gets some friends.

And then they spend the whole afternoon
afternoon not to me around a hotel...

Get on with it, Arthur.

He's up there and
the dealer down.

He's a big man. His name is
Marvin Heywood and he runs...

Arthur, I know all about Marvin
and the Pink Dragon.

And he's the kind of a guy
that's got to be set up!

I'll set him up.
Yeah, I'll set him up.

It's no good, Arthur.

You just haven't got the
equipment these days...

to handle a guy like Marvin.

He'd see through you
like a hole in a song.

Bumper, I'm in awful shape today.
You understand?

I'm gonna find something for you.
Something good. I swear I will.

But you just got to help me.

You would give me...?

Get out of here.

Sign it here, here and here.
On all three copies.

Full name.
Use a permanent mailing address.

And be sure your appointment date
is accurate. All right?

One copy goes to the captain,
one copy goes to personnel...

and the third copy
goes to yourself.

Here is your booklet on
retirement and benefit information.

Be sure to look it over carefully.

Bumper, old pal.

I laid a lot of money with big odds
that they'll have to carry you out.

Kicking, still holding
onto the radiator.

Hey!

If I've run into you...

you can be a witness
to my last official act.

Like to tell the chief what
he can do with that thing.

- Got an ID?
- ID?

Aren't you gonna congratulate me?
As of today I'm a private citizen.

Congratulations.

- How does it feel?
- How does it feel? It feels great.

It's a rotten job and
I was begin to feel rotten with it.

You learn too much
in the streets.

Changes the way of thinking,
the way of feel.

Okay.

Beautiful.

Well, good luck, kid. I leave you to
the high-flyers, the flimflammers.

All those funny fellas
with their long jackknifes.

I start a new job tomorrow.

See you.

Think it'll ever make this
film festival they can?

No but they might find
the town dirty enough for it.

Come here.

I missed you.
Really missed you.

They got to put
you back on nights.

- Well, how's business?
- My business is always good.

Do you hear about Millie H.?

Beautiful, ha?

Not very.

Who did it?

Some kinky freak who
likes to savage a broad.

Well, we got a town full of those.
Believe me, I know.

Scary.

Maybe one of those bustle
bumpers out there.

Did you know Millie came to me once
tried to get a job dancing?

I told her to go out and
find some guy and get married.

Instead she went out
and found Zoot Lafferty.

That creep!

You vice guys ought to pick him up
and put him away.

Kills woman.

No, he uses them.

He lets him kill himself.

- Have you seen him around?
- No.

I don't know where
he is these days.

I'd like to talk to him.

I've always wanted to
ask you something.

- Is this come out of your own pocket?
- It's my own.

You've been a cop all these years and you still don't know you can't save this rotten world.

I'm not trying to, Glenda.
I just love the battle.

Ask a little bit, will you?

Every dollar you've ever given me
is gone into a bank account for Sissy.

I'd go ape if
I didn't have her.

There's nothing like
having a kid in your corner, bub.

I know.

Mine would have been
26 years old by now.

With mutton-chop sideburns
and a lot long hair.

Possibly.

You ever hear from your wife?

Not in fifteen years.

Never see any of my exes either.

Not that I want to.

You and Sissy...

are the only ones.

You are what's happening, baby.

Do you mind not doing that?

- What? This?
- Yeah.

Okay?

You know what?

You're beginning to be
a real character.

You don't even look
like a cop right now.

Next thing I know you'd be taken those
bums out of jail instead of putting them in.

Got enough time.

I haven't, Glenda.

I'm retiring.

From everything.

- When?
- Friday.

Then you won't go out
with a big shine on your badge.

Something like that.

You'll never quit this street.
You can't get away.

You'll be in till they kick you out
or till you die.

Just like me.

Yeah.

Hey, Bumper.

I'll fill this out and mail them back
to you from San Francisco.

You can have my badge
and ID card before I leave.

With Cassie?

Damn, how I glad for you, mano!

Even though you
don't believe in God.

I believe in the gods,
Cruz, you know that.

When you're gonna learn
that there's only one God?

Even your God's
got three faces.

Morgan, that crazy chili picker
trying to dance with you?

He's gonna pull the pin, Lieutenant.

My twentieth's up at
the end of the month.

Right.

And by stringing my vacation days together
I can be through on Friday.

Right.

- Cups.
- Right. Yes, sir.

He can get a security job for
a lot more money than he's getting here.

I'll be damned.

Who invented that stuff?

I don't know, Bumper.
Why?

I'd like to bust him.

Then the chairman is promised
city council action by Friday of this week.

Well, we'll see what
happens with that.

Los Angeles Police Department
homicide officers are investigating...

the brutal murder of
Mildred "Bunny" Haskins...

whose body was discovered
yesterday morning.

They're pondering the possibility that she was victimized by the same unknown assaulter...

who beat and shot to death
a young Northridge housewife last month.

According to investigators that unsought...

- Harry.
- Comin' up.

...resemblance with the circumstances
of the Millie Haskins case.

And turn that thing off, will you?

One buck.

I wish Irma get here.
She's late!

Yeah?
Who's she?

A goofy barmaid I hired last week.

She’d steal your eyes right out
your head if you let her.

But, oh, does she have
a crazy, great body.

A beaut.

God, I wish she were
here right now.

I just love to look at her.

But all I can do these things.

If she looks that good
I'd like to look at her too.

You're not gonna take her
away from me, are you, Bumper?

'Course not, Harry.

Make it you pay for a drink,
huh, Bumper?

I don't know.

He's forgetting a lot lately.

Last week he forgot
to lock up twice.

Yeah, just walked away.

I don't know how long he's
gonna be able to run this joint.

You know what really
makes my flesh crawl?

The way you getting old
is happening to hit.

I mean a mile a minute.

This crazy old kook is starting to
die and he doesn't even know it.

I'm gonna tell you something, Freddie.

Do you know why I do
all my drinking in this place?

Because the conversation
is always so cheerful.

Hey, Bumper.

I guess everybody runs from a man
when he starts to die.

- Hi. Irma?
- Hi.

See you all later.

Oh, I thought you
gonna chicken out.

Not me.

- We are celebrating what?
- Us.

Us...yeah.

- Well I...stopped on the way.
- I tell Cruz.

Oh, you wouldn't do that.

- Oh, this is Sheela.
- Hi, Sheela.

And this is Mr. Morgan.

No it's not.
This is sheriff John.

- Right on.
- Where is your uniform?

I guess I forgot it.

Well, some people feel those uniforms
were a little comical anyway.

I feel the same way sometimes.

Come on.

Ah, scotch on the rocks.

Our host:
Dr. Damon's with our history department.

- And Mr. Morgan...
- He's with our Police Department.

- Really?
- True.

- Must be very interesting work.
- Aha.

Well...

- Have a ball.
- Thank you.

You know, before you
charge into my life...

I used to love waddling around
with a gaggle of idiots like these.

You never waddled in your life.

But now nothing
seems the same.

Good for you.

Hey, we have a thousand things
to plan between now and Friday.

Well, I was sort of planing
on planing later.

- Your place or mine?
- Yours.

Don't beat around the bush.

Champagne?

Police discount of course.

You're gonna miss
all those police discounts.

I don't think I'm losing a discount.

I think I'm gaining a wife.

You're my Blue Knight
in a black-and-white charger...

and you joust and
live off the land.

- Try roust.
- Roust.

Better.

You think you gonna be able
to handle me on a full-time basis?

I'm sure gonna try.

Be careful, huh?

- Scotch?
- Fair exchange.

You're not one of those
unnatural pseudoprofessionals...

that look through people, are you?

No, sir.
Right into the baby browns every time.

Somebody we just can't get mad?

Neighborhood cop.
Not even a secret weapon.

- Refreshing.
- Thank you.

- What do you patrol?
- Neighborhood.

How do you feel about
street demonstrations?

Oh, I like a little demonstration
now and then.

- How about pot?
- Got any?

- I mean how do you feel about it?
- Bad.

- Why?
- It's a depressant.

- But it's harmless.
- Not the way I see it. It...

It brings out the beast
in us too quick.

I prefer this.

I noticed.

Why would anyone
want to be a cop?

I'm not putting you on.
I really wanna know.

Really?

Really.

Well, believe it or not...

In life there are certain things
that mama's not gonna do for you...

and papa's not gonna
do for you...

and sure as hell teachers
not gonna do for you.

And somebody's got to do them.

- Do you really get satisfaction when you
put a man away for ten years? - Sometimes.

Wouldn't you wanna do something
for the people rather than to them?

I think I'm doing something for people
every time I make a good bust.

Why?

Well, there are some people
that can't afford to be victims.

Who are you planning
to bust tomorrow?

The guy who murdered Millie Haskins.

Who's Millie Haskins?

A junkie, a hooker.
But she's got her rights too.

- What are you? Social science, major?
- Hardly.

- English?
- Wrong. I'm a law student.

Someday I expect to be
your adversary in a courtroom.

Can't win them all.

- Where do you know all those cops?
- Century City.

- Were you there? - Yeah, me and the
president of the United States.

With your white helmet
and your nightstick and your gun.

Well, I needed them all, bastard.

You didn't see any needless brutality?

No, just about 5000 screaming people.

I was wrong.

You're not like
every other cop.

You're worse.

Now you're going to get roust
tomorrow because of me?

Anything you said to them or
they said to you doesn't matter to me.

Look, for twenty years you've been
doing a job for a lot of people...

who don't cheers to appreciate it.

I'll be so glad when you
get that uniform off for good.

You'll be getting a has-been,
you know that?

I know what I'll be getting.

What do you want?

Your phone.

Have you gone crazy?
Have you gone crazy?

Do you know what
I can do to you for this?

I think we'll just keep this thing
between the two of us tonight.

You don't have any witnesses.

Neither did Sam Rovitch
and neither did I...

when I got your
little message tonight.

You're in the same boat as me.

Nobody around.
I never did think you could take it.

Oh, there's one other
little thing, Marvin.

You're not gonna see me
on this beat after Friday.

So before you're going to
the john get yourself cleaned up...

you better call your pals.

And tell them they're
as good as dead...

if they ever get within
five miles of me.

All right, guys.
Hold it. Break it up.

Get that line up!

Keep halt!

The old man is seeming a little bit
in a raw meat this morning.

So I advise anybody if you got a ham
sandwich or banana in your rare pocket...

get rid of it!

Keep halt!

I can make an announcement
right now, Bumper.

I'd rather you didn't, sir.

Okay.

- Sir.
- Oh, yeah.

Homicide has asked me to have you familiarize yourself with this Haskins case.

They're looking for a guy that
likes to beat 'em before he kills 'em.

No description.

If you're getting any information
that looks like a lead you call...

Sergeant Charles Bronski.
Extension 4022.

That's all.

Dismissed!

I don't know. I still think that you should
let the lieutenant make the announcement.

I don't want any announcement.
I just want to fade away.

I'll take my regular
two days off...

and when I don't show up on Monday,
that'll be that.

- Why keep it a secret?
- Because I'm secretive.

Well, he had an inspection for you
to make the announcement.

I don't want any announcement.
I just wanna go.

You think if they don't make
the announcement I won't go?

Yeah...
Well, maybe.

Can't the guys are trying to
make it a coppers these days?

Never check to see what
the prisoners might have stashed.

Someday I'm gonna find
a kilo of hash, a hand grenade...

or I might even
find a dead horse.

What the hell is it with you, Cruz?
Get those eyes off me.

I don't want anything to
go wrong with you, mano.

Nothing's gonna go wrong.

I'm just spending my time saying goodbye
to my friends and my enemies.

Would you say goodbye to Glenda?

Well, I did sort of.
Why?

I don't know.
She called, left an address.

Said you'll understand.

There.

- Grogan.
- Hey, Bumper.

It...goes with the work here.

See, we've got a lot of
cats wipers around here and...

What the hell is the job?

What are you here to swag?

One of your fancy tenants, maybe.

I've got a tip
he use in 713.

Look, if...
If you plan on rousing the guy...

try to hold on annoyed because
we don't like a lot of noise around here.

Ah, you there...Grogan!

Yeah, that punk is my boss.

Well, let's have dinner
some night, huh?

Yeah, yeah.
What night?

- Well, you like arab food?
- Love it.

- How about tonight?
- Good.

- Right here about 7 o'clock, huh?
- Yeah. You're on.

See you.

This isn't your beat.

No more beat after Friday, Zoot.

I didn't want to go
without saying goodbye.

Now open up!

Middle of the month...

Taken the day off
to catch up with some bills.

Last time I saw you,
you didn't have a pot or a window.

The last time as I recall
you had quite a bit of fun arresting me.

Would you care for something?

Tell me about Millie Haskins.

Now, just start anywhere
and I sort it out later.

I heard about it, of course.
I'm terribly shaking.

At one time we had some
fine times together, Millie and myself.

Some really fine times.

Let's start with the name of the guy or the
guys that she was with that last night.

I can't help you.
Millie had a wrong contacts lately.

That's a crock.

No. That is not a crock.
That is the truth.

Millie and I parted the company
several months ago.

Why?

She became unreliable.

Blew a little jealous
of the other cows.

Girls...

Frankly she was grooved out
most of the time. Zonked.

And she began taken things.
My things. Selling them for horse.

When was the last time
you talk to her?

Two or three months ago.

It's just before I went to
Europe on a little vacation.

She was working at the Round Table.

She came down so far even that place
was out of her class. It's pitiful.

I...I felt sorry for her.
I really did.

I bet.

You should remember that
when you started her out.

Now, that's unfair!
Unfair!

Let me make something
perfectly clear to you.

I don't go after a girl.
A girl comes to me.

Her own choice.

You're an old man.
You ought to start acting like one.

- Now, get out of my home!
- Just one little second, Zoot.

Hey, you have no right
to search this place!

I didn't have to search it.
It was right here in front of me.

What are you trying to do?
Go out sergeant before you walk the plank?

There's a homicide dick downtown
who wants to talk to you.

Homicide or narcotics?

Mainly homicide today.
Come on!

Mr. Lafferty here is
decided to give himself up.

I haven't done anything.

Well, let's just say that Mr. Lafferty is a
good citizen and he's come down here...

to cooperate with the Police Department and
in the investigation of the homicide.

You're the rottenest creep I know.

Now, after you cooperate
with Sergeant Bronski here...

you can go back to
your slimy business.

And I'll give you my word
I'll never roust you again.

That is not personally.

'Course I can't guarantee that some other
cop won't shag you sometime.

I'll settle for you not rousting me
anymore. I can't stand to be rousted.

Sit tight, Zoot.

I want to talk to you a minute.

Diaz.

Take the handcuffs off him, will you?

- How far did you go with him?
- He's got a little persecution complex.

I'll get information out
of that bum, Morgan.

I don't want him so tight
and so mad so jerk...

He's a scum and he has been
one all of his life.

He's fractured every law in the book.

Now, you wanted him here and got him.
I brought him in. What else do you want?

What do you want Morgan?

I wanna leave here Friday
with a piece of this bust if it goes down.

Are you pulling the pin?

Yeah.

Hey.

- Are you going to give me a ticket?
- Not really.

If you are there must be something
I can do to change your mind.

About seven o'clock tonight.

Up there.
You can get...

food, drink, aid, comfort...

and some other stuff.

- Sounds good.
- Oh, it's good.

I think I just bribed a cop.

I think you did, too.

- This has expired.
- I'll be waiting for you.

Oh, Cassie.

I'm sorry I forgot, I've got to have
dinner with a guy tonight.

Well, then come over afterwards.

Yes but it may be late.

I want to see you tonight.

Okay.

Now, give me my ticket.
I'll be late for class.

I think I've forgotten
how to write one.

Bumper...

I want a boy.

There.
I said it.

You sure did.

Cassie...

I hadn't thought about
having a family.

Now think about it.

In ten or fifteen years...

you and I gonna be old.

And we've got to think about it.

Two years ago Nancy Vogler and
her husband in our history department...

Hey, you look funny.
Are you listening to me?

Yeah, every word.

Well, they took a boy into their home.
He's fifteen years old now.

- They adopted him?
- No, no. They became foster parents.

She said...

She said they almost missed out
on knowing what living is...

until they got that boy.

Bumper...

A white, black, brown, yellow,
polka-dot. Well, I don't care.

But there must be a lot of them
around who needs someone to...

look up to and
to learn from.

And when you and I...

We have someone for both of us
when we were old.

Better get this renewed.

1-X-L-40-5
1-X-L-40-5

1-X-L-40-5, go.

Meet the plainclothes officer at the
southeast corner of Beverly and Vermont.

This call was approved
by your watch commander.

I didn't like the way you
brought Zoot Lafferty in, Morgan.

We both know that's no case
on possesion of narcotics, don't we?

Anyway I just took Zoot home.

He told me a hell of lot more
than he thinks he did.

It seemed that some girls specialized in
handling the kind of freaks...

we're looking for.

I'm gonna be talking all of them
that we can find.

Or Zoot's gonna tell me a lot more
before I'm finished with him.

In the meantime, Morgan,
I want you to stay away from him.

I'm gonna handle him my way.

And I don't want any interference.

Is that clear?

I don't know what
you're bucking for.

Maybe you want to be captain
or chief of police...

or some junk job like that.

But if that's what you want, Charlie.
You better start thinking yourself...

that the guys like me out on the street
are making you look good...

by keeping bar bags like Zoot...

from taking over the town.

Anything else?

I'm sorry.
I played it wrong, lady.

- I beg you pardon? - Another five seconds
he would've grabbed that...

and I'd have had him.

- How did you know?
- It's no scum in this neighborhood.

You sit on the porch like you live there
and then you run out and grab a purse.

He's probably on the next street
into his car by now.

Why don't you get him?

Because he didn't do anything.

But you did.
Wearing your purse like that.

- You know this neighborhood, huh?
- Yes.

Well, next time leave your bag at home.
Carry your lipstick in your pocket...

and tuck your money
right in there.

- Can you remember what I told you?
- I think so.

You take a lot of worries off my mind
if you do what I told you.

I will. And I'm terribly grateful
there's an officer like you on the street.

Thank you.

Stop the pull, Harry.
Just give me the ID.

- All right. Where is it?
- Where is what?

Knobby, how long you
known this punk?

This guy?
I don't know him.

- I don't believe you.
- I don't care what you believe, Bumper.

Now, the way I see it...

You had your choice:
the mailbox or this joint.

I had the mailbox covered
so you took this joint.

No action today, ha?

You better lock up, Knobby.
You're going in with im.

For what?

Further investigation.

You just sit here and
drink your coffee.

I don't know him.

I really don't know him.

He has been in my place a couple of times
and we've talked about. That's all.

1-X-L-40-5.

Damn it, Bumper!
I'm not gonna let you push me around.

Knobby, you're not gonna
give me any trouble, are you?

1-X-L-40-5, come in.

1-X-L-40-5 request any unit in the area
for transportation at 375 East second.

Bumper...
I've got a sick mother.

Now, I can't afford to take time off
and go down and wait to get rid it out.

You know I don't
work with him.

I swear I talked to the guy...

- I want a good one, Knobby.
- What?

I want a good bust this week.

- This week?
- By Friday.

He's a punk. I want something bigger.
I want something with hair on it.

Wait a minute!

There is this girl I know.
She told me she turned a trick...

- Sorry, no hookers.
- Now, wait a minute.

The guy she was with was packing a piece.
Under the pillow.

- She told me.
- 38?

- I don't know.
- When did happen?

- Last night.
- What's the guy's name?

What he look like?

- Where?
- I don't know.

But I can find out.

He goes device.
I'll be with you in a minute.

Make your call and
make it quick.

Buddy, go ahead.

What else?

That's sounds okay.

I'm with the 907 number.
Can you get it?

Good.
Okay, I'll...

Wait.

I'll be through here in just a minute,
Officer. I'm expecting a call right back.

Is it some emergency?

I hope you wait
for your call, Laila.

Police officers aren't supposed
to smoke in public.

Oh, this is just shock uniform that
I've rented to an underground movie.

It self-destructs
when I press a button.

Okay. What is it?
A roust?

That's the case on
you're having a conversation with a loser.

L-O-...Whatever it is.

I just don't have it.

If I were taking calls full time would I be
taking them in a public telephone booth?

It's just one little question about
a trick you turned with a guy.

Oh, Bumpy, you are kidding!

No, I'm not.

No, you're not.

Okay.
What guy?

70 years old whose wife's been dead for two years? He likes to watch me take off my shoes?

Or was it a sixteen years old
who cried and ran?

How about yourself?

You could have fun.
I could have fun.

If you don't like me
I've got some terrific friends.

Wild.

Are we all finished?

Yeah we are all finished and
we never even got started.

Because I just gotta tell you
one schlub looks just like another to me.

This schlub might have
looked a little different.

Got a gun under his pillow.

- Timmy.
- Timmy who?

- How would I know?
- What's he look like?

Male, caucasian, 5'10", 170.

Sandy hair.
Thinning here and here.

Raunchy dressed.

I'm good, eh?

Any scars, conversations, phone calls?
He mentioned any friends?

I went in and
I scramed out fast.

He was one I didn't want to
get to know too well.

He was a freak.

Oh?

A way-outer Azra.

One of those guys who gets
the kicks pretending to tie you up...

and whip you
with a cloth belt.

Usually it's a fake-out.

Timmy boy was a real article
on the perverse kick.

When he pulled out the clothesline
I knew it was a bad trip.

You happy?

Okay?

Your phone's ringing.

Hello?

'Course I remember Paul van Shack.
How's Paul?

Thank you very much.

But maybe the next time
you're in town, hmm?

No, I just love Paul.
I'd love to meet you too.

You're such a nice boys.

But at the moment I...

But I'm very busy right now.

I'm having a very nice chat
with a very nice man.

Actually he's more of a cop.

A big-footed, fat...

That's the way you get most of your dates?
Someone gives your name to someone else?

Most of them.

- Did you meet Timmy that way?
- Yes.

- Did he phone you here?
- No, I have another number.

- Let's have it.
- What for?

For me.

Now, do you happen to remember
where you met him?

The Orchid Hotel.

- What room?
- 313.

I hope you two
get along fine.

You're more his type.

- Who are you?
- Elmer Johnston, sir.

- I work here.
- Good for you.

- I want an extra key for room 313.
- 313...

- Mr. Landry is in his room right now, sir.
- Whose with Mr. Landry?

No one, sir.
No one.

Well, just give me
the key then.

- You can just knock on his door.
- Come on, come on. Give me the key.

I'm afraid, sir,
I just...I...I...

- I want to see every register for
this hotel for the last five years. - Sir?

I wanna know what kind of customers
are using this writing academy.

Come on, Elmer. Half these rooms
are rented four times a night.

Is anything wrong, sir?

No, sir.

Freeze it!

Stay right there!

All right, now turn around!

Elmer, come in here
and make yourself useful.

Yes, sir.

Read that to him.

Admonition of rights.

Just get down to number one.

Number one:

"You have the right
to remain silent."

Two:

"If you give up
the right to remain silent,

anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law."

Three:

"You have the right to speak
with an attorney...

and to have the attorney
present during questioning."

Four: "If you so desire
or you can't afford one...

an attorney will be appointed for you
in charge before questioning."

"Do you understand each of these rights
I have explained to you?"

- Answer him, stupid!
- Yeah.

"Do you wish to give up
the right to remain silent?"

No.

"Do you wish to give up the right
to speak to an attorney...

and have him present
during questioning?"

No.

Now, is that just about cover all his rights as the citizen of the United States of America?

Every one of them, sir.

All right. Let's go.

Hey, mano! Homicide tells me
you turned over a possible murder suspect.

His name is Tim Landry.
Now, this guy is just kinky enough...

- to be the freak that killed
Millie Haskins. - Yeah?

We're holding him on a low-grade felony.
Ex-convict, gun...

But he's got all
the right credentials.

Two years ago he served time for nearly
malling some dame to death in Hollywood.

And he fits to description of the guy
that was seen with Millie that last night.

Well, you got homicide
all worked up.

- Has the PO place the hold on him yet?
- No.

Thanks, Frank.

Scum's got a rabbit foot
in his pocket.

Finished parole two weeks ago.

How would you like to
work with homicide on this?

- Me?
- You.

What can I do?
I'm a patrol officer.

Charlie Bronski asked for you.

- Charlie?
- That's right, mano.

Cruz, Charlie and me
don't get along too good.

Well, isn't about the
time you started?

After all he'll be talking to people
you know and he doesn't know at all.

It will save time.
It will help him.

I spoke to the lieutenant already.

- Yeah?
- He said go right ahead.

It's all police work,
homicide or not.

Charlie will see you
about an hour.

Oh, miss!

Will you kindly tell me
what you meant this morning about that...

"Better get it renewed" stuff?

Oh, Cassie, I didn't mean to have it
come out like that...

Well, that's how it came out.
Made me feel like a kid with bad skin.

You think maybe you just hide behind
that thing every once in a while?

Let's not get into that, Cassie.
We've got everything worked out.

We've got nothing worked out.

Tickets.

Our plane leaves tomorrow night
at seven o'clock.

And while you're having the best dinner
you've ever had in San Francisco...

we will decide where and
when we're gonna be married.

Now, on Saturday and Sunday
we got a real estate agent...

and then find us
a place to live.

You better hold on to these.

And future-former Officer Morgan just may
get himself a class A commendation...

before he walks distant.

Now, look...

I've got a lot of
police work to do so...

I'll tell you all about it tonight, huh?

Before or after dinner?

Cassie, I've still got
this police work...

Okay, okay. Just thought you
might get cancel it or something.

We'll spend the rest
of our lives together.

You just wait until
I get you tonight.

After your important dinner.

We do a lot better when there aren't a
couple of thousand people hanging around.

Chicken, the fuzz.

Why don't you get yourself
some new material?

Okay, gentlemen. Let's just move it
right in here and line up with me.

That's it.

Move it right in
and line up.

Okay, hold it right there.

Okay, gentlemen. Let's give us
a little turn around to the left.

That's good.

Number four man.

Would you trying watch what the other
people are doing and try to stay with them?

That's good.

Number six man.
You wanna take the hat off?

It's that okay for you, Charlie?

Let's see them in a red, John.

Fred!

Ladies and gentlemen.

If you recognise any of these gentlemen
up here, don't indicate it anyway but...

tell the investigating officer quietly.

You're looking good, Celia.

He's a gentleman that man.
I just love him.

How about it, Celia?
You recognise any of those guys?

Yeah.
That one is a vice cop.

Busted me three years ago.

Try it again.

When we ask you where you live, we want
the address of the last place you slept.

Is him or me going to play
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" or something?

Celia...

Couple of nights ago you worked
in Round Table Bar with Millie Haskins.

And she left with a john.

Now, this is important.

The last guy...
the last guy you saw her with...

Now, is he up there?

Tell us where you live.

I can't see the back of the room.

If he's up there
I don't see him.

But I've got to tell you
I was so stoned that night...

Millie could've walked out carrying
a full grown elephant no arms...

I still wouldn't have seen it.

Celia, as you might go on upstairs. Damian
wants to get a little more information.

Man, you've tied me up
long enough.

But you tell the man
I got to have my rest.

Celia's got to have a rest.

As a matter of fact you can
stretch out on his desk upstairs.

- Right, Charlie?
- Yeah, sure...

Make yourself at home, Celia.

I'm glad I've got you
behind me on this thing, Morgan.

- I thought she'd peg him for us.
- Me too.

- Can you hear me all right in there?
- Yeah.

Where do you come from?
Where do you live?

Cape Town South Africa, sir.

Today if we...we crack this thing...

You're gonna be
on it all the way.

- Where do you live?
- Bay View, Oregon.

When we ask where you live we want
the address of the last place you slept.

Okay, Ambrose.
Where do you live?

I don't remember.
Some fleabag down in Alameda.

What have you been doing
when you were arrested?

I was having a beer
with a friend.

And what was his name?

His name?

Mary Ann Murphy.

All right, all right.

Let's terminate all
the hilarity there.

Step back.

Hold it, gentlemen.

You want to hear
anything more, Lily?

No, not from those clowns.

Do you recognise anybody at all?

No.

Okay, Lily.
Thank you.

You can go.

There was another girl...

This is Mr. Sights
from the D.A.'s office.

Officer Morgan.
Sergeant Bronski.

Morgan. Bronski.

Mr. Sights.

Mr. Sights tells me he has
just joined the D.A.'s staff.

Yes, I'm handling the Kerrigan case.
The John B. Kerrigan.

I believe you arrested him
three months ago...robbery suspect.

I remember, sort of.

- Yes. Well, that's why I'm here.
- I see.

This is Mr. Sights's first case.

Morgan, may have a moment
with you, please?

Well, when is this
come up in court?

Two o'clock in division 34.

You were notified, weren't you?

Yeah...yeah, I forgot.

Well, look, Mr. Sights. If you just take a
seat back there I'll be right with you, ha?

So the girl's name was Gloria Fastess,
Forstess...something like that.

She used to work in
the Round Table too.

Frank, get Gloria Fasten
down here, will you?

Fasten, that's right.

What's with him?
Is he trying to start a movement?

You know how it is?
He's young.

Be nice! Go back there
and hold his hand a little bit.

How is it going?

Landry's gun didn't kill
Millie Haskins, Cruz.

Yeah but it doesn't mean that
he couldn't have used another gun.

I know.

- He really pulling the pin?
- Yeah, tomorrow.

Beaumont, Texas.

Hands out the pockets.

- I forget.
- Stand in attention, please.

- Just like if you're in the Army, huh?
- I wish I was.

When I entered the lobby
there were three men there.

You'll got it all
in your report and...

one of them split.
He ran upstairs.

I became suspicious
so I followed him.

And he ducked into room 212.

Did you accustom?

No.
I know better than that.

So I went back down to the lobby
and saw the room clerk.

Charles Lubice.

Yeah, I guess.
I can't remember his name.

And found out that this fella,
Kerrigan was registered in 212.

So I called R&I and...

found out that also that
there was a warrant out for his arrest.

It's a vehicle code violation 21453A
and a failure to appear.

Yes, that one.

Hey. Now there's my man.

Keep your hands off me!

- Hi, Bumper.
- Hi, baby.

- What's this all about?
- Look, I'd appreciate it...

if you'd go over there and talk to
Sergeant Bronski for a little bit, ha?

Yeah.

Hey, Grady Arlington Walker!

So what's a lousy vice cop doing
up there with all those nice citizens.

Look, sweetheart. Just go on.
He'll explain the whole thing.

Little alone to do it?

Charlie!
Now, who's the hell want you around here...

Did you tell him that Kerrigan's lawyer was
yelling for his personal notes?

Do you have any?

No, I never keep notes, Mr. Sights.

But I can tell you that Kerrigan's gun
was right there on top of the dresser...

in plain sight next to the money
that he'd stolen from the market.

As a matter of fact the money still had
the bank wrappers on it.

- So you didn't have to search the room?
- No.

Okay, getting back to this.

Well, when I found out that
there was a warrant for Kerrigan I...

went back to the desk clerk
and asked him for a key, a pass key.

And then I went back upstairs and I knocked
on the door, identified myself and...

when I thought I heard
a window opening I...

let myself in.

Okay, so you entered the room legally
and then attempt to serve the warrant?

Well, I didn't have the warrant
but I knew of it's existence.

Same thing.

- Oh, beautiful probable cause.
- I thought so.

- And no problem with 844
of the penal code. - No.

- And no search seizure problem.
- No.

Now, look, Mr. Sights. You've got
the full report right in front of you.

We're not in court yet.
So just tell me why are you here?

Morgan.
Look, I'm interested in the facts.

I don't know how those other guys
at the D.A.'s office operate...

but I want to be on the firmest kind of
ground every chance I get to get there.

Just a couple of more questions,
that's all.

Well, bust me for tellin' it
to someone else, sweetheart.

Anything else that I...
can do for you?

No.

Why don't you drop by and see us.
We miss you.

Yeah, I'll try to do that, Gloria.

Well...
The best witnesses are always dead.

Hey, Bumper, old buddy!
Long time no see.

How have you been, huh, good friend?

- Hey, what do you say, Swifty?
- Oh, a little here a little there.

That homicide dick would
like to talk to you.

I...I ain't killed anybody.

No but I'll kill you unless you
give him a straight-laced.

- Go on, huh?
- Okay, okay.

See you later, Bum.

All right, Morgan. For what reason
did you go to Garrigan's Hotel?

To check the lobby for winos.
I've made a few arrest there.

Yes but for what reason?

To...

protect the premises from
possible damage from loiterers.

That's right.

- Do you want to look at that again?
- No.

- Do you want to make any changes?
- No.

Mr. Sights, I've given testimonials
a few thousand times.

I think I'm a good,
sincere, honest witness.

And I worked hard at
my courtroom demeanor.

So don't worry.
This'll be okay.

Satisfied?

Nothing else you want
to tell me, Morgan?

Don't worry, counsel.
You've got a dead-bang case.

All right, satisfied.

Well, gentlemen, I...

Sorry I took so much
of your time.

Well, thank you very much
and I do appreciate it.

If it isn't some tight pants
public defender trying to make a...

Sacco and Vanzetti case
out of everything.

It's a guy like him.
He's got to check the calendar...

and the Navy Department
to tell you what day it is.

What really happened?

Well...

Percy Qodoo was my snitch.
You know him.

And I promised him twenty bucks
if he'd bring me in something good.

And he put me on
to this Kerrigan.

So I went over there,
busted in the door...

and got the guy and
the gun and the dough.

Sure, Sergeant.
No trouble at all.

Anytime.
Anytime at all.

Gee, Bumper.
I could've phoned this one in.

I didn't see Millie
all that night.

Okay, Swifty.

- Querido!
- Hi, Tootsie.

Now, look...

Why don't you just
go upfront there?

You see that good-looking guy,
Sergeant Bronski?

You sit with him and
I'll be with you in a few minutes, huh?

- Hasta Luego!
- Sí.

I didn't find out about the traffic warrant
until couple hours later...

so I just slipped it
into my arrest report...

as probable cause.

Cruz, get those eyes off me.

So I tidied it up a bit.

Listen, this Kerrigan is a no good...

Robberies got him figured
for six more jobs.

Two in Rampart and
then four in Centro.

Mom and Dad market kind of stuff.

He pistol-whipped a 71 year old clerk...

and the poor old guy's blind now.

You know what I think?

I think you're one lucky copper.

That there was a traffic warrant
out on that guy.

Hello, Harry.

The less conversations I have with you from
now on the better off I'm gonna like it.

Now, Harry...

You know, we got to do
what we got to do.

- I see you get rid it out real quick.
- It took long enough.

You know something?
This stuff is too big.

You ain't gonna bother
nobody rousting me.

Morgan, you don't understand.
People want us in this business.

What's a guy get for bookmaking?
Even a big guy?

A lousy fine.
That's what he gets.

Who does time, ha?

You ever see a book get joint time?
You name one.

Hell no, you ain't!

Everybody bets with bookies.

And those that don't.
They like some other kind of vice.

Morgan, give up!

You've been a cop all these years and you still don't know enough to give up fighting.

You finished, Harry?

Yeah, except I'd like to know
why are you keep wasting your time?

Very good question.

Now, let's see if I have
a romantic answer.

You know years ago
there was a guy in New York...

that kept writing funny
stories about bookies.

I used to read them and I thought that
they were funny, laughable and loveable.

Until I met sleazy punks like you.

Then I realized that if
little things could go wrong...

sure as hell big things
could go wrong.

And there's nothing laughable or
loveable or funny about you.

Because you're in a sleazy,
slimy, lousy business.

As Mr. Winehouse lawyer
I would like to inform you...

Oh, shut up!

When you returned
to the manager's apartment,

did you look at the name on the register or
did you ask Mr. Lubice who live there?

- I asked for the register.
- Did you read the name on the register?

- Yes, sir.
- What was the name?

As I've testified, sir,

it was the defendant's name,
John B. Kerrigan, room 212.

Did you then asked Mr. Lubice the name
of the man in room 212?

No, I read the name myself.

You read the name for yourself.
Okay.

When did you find out
about the warrant?

Right away.
I called R&I and they...

They told me of
the vehicle code violations.

Did you use Mr. Lubice's phone?

No, sir.
I used the payphone down the hall.

I have no further questions
for this witness.

You may step down.

Call your next witness.

Paul Charles E. Lubice.

Mr. Lubice, when Officer Morgan came to you
on the day in question...

to ask to see the hotel register.
Did he ask you who lived in 212?

Nope.
He just asked to see the register.

- What's he trying to do?
- I don't know.

Mr. Lubice, do you remember
whose name appeared on the register?

Sure. Him.

Do you mean the defendant in this case?
The man on my left?

- Yes, sir.
- And what's his name?

John C. Currigan.

Would you repeat that name,
please, and spell it?

John C. Currigan.

- J-O-H-N...
- Spell the last name, please.

Currigan.
C-U-R-R-I-G-A-N.

And the middle initial was C
as in Charlie?

Yes, sir.

Did you ever see the name Kerrigan, John B.
Kerrigan on the hotel records?

That's K-E-R-R-I-G-A-N.

- No, sir. - Did you ever see
the name Kerrigan anywhere?

No.

Did you anytime tell Officer Morgan...

that the man in 212
was named John B. Kerrigan?

K-E-R-R-I-G-A-N.

No. Because that's not his name
as far as I know.

What happened?

Well, this...

Kerrigan used an alias when
he checked into the place.

- But if that is he on the make she...
- But you saw what was on that register!

Morgan, what else did you
perjure yourself on?

No way to call
anybody on it.

- Has it been fixed?
- Oh, yes. Sure. They sent a repairman.

- But it wasn't working then?
- No.

Did Officer Morgan use your phone...

to calling about the warrant?

He didn't call anybody.

That's what I'm trying to say.

I have a question, Mr. Hughes.

Of course, Your Honor.

Who was in the lobby that morning
when Officer Morgan came in?

Nobody but me.
There was nobody else there, Judge.

The counsel please
approach the bench.

She's gonna dismissed the case.

I don't know what to advise you.

Sit down.

No calls.

Behind all my years on the bench
I've never had that happen.

I'd like to know
why you did it.

Well, I...
I wanted him off the street, Your Honor.

You know what the search and procedural
arrest rules are like these days...

I know all about them, Officer Morgan.
I'm on my bench five days a week.

Well, I'm on my beat
five days a week and...

I'd hardly ever get a conviction
if I didn't embellish it a little bit...

when these crooks
come into court.

There are degrees of truth
and untruth, Officer Morgan.

But in this particular instance
it was something more than a little bit.

But, Your Honor, I knew
what kind of a punk he was...

We're talking about lying.

I've seen witnesses lie
thousand times.

And I know every defendant lies
to a greater or lesser degree.

Isn't a policeman stretched the hell out
of the truth in probable cause situations.

That even giving them
the benefit of the doubt.

But I never, never thought a Los Angeles
policeman would sit in my court...

and falsify his entire testimony.

Sickened!

Well, I didn't falsify
all of it, Your Honor.

Currigan had the gun.
The money was right there.

I didn't figure he had
that gun to stir his soup with.

- I tell you he's a dangerous man.
- And I tell you that means nothing!

But I think it means somehting.

I know the man.
I know what he's done.

The people that he's hurt.
What he's liable to do.

It's infinitesimal compare to the harm...

a man like you can do.

You aren't an enforcer of the law.

- You acted with utter disregard
for the law. - But, Your Honor...

We have court decisions that presume
the goodness of people...

behind all logical presumption.

But these laws the higher courts
have handed us are still law.

Judge, that guy...

That guy is a free man right now
because of the way you arrested him.

And the way you lied
about it in my court.

I find that unconscionable.

I'm going to have the district attorney
issue a perjury complaint.

And that, Officer Morgan, is it.

Your Honor, there's something
I've got to tell you.

I know what i've done wrong.
I know what kind of trouble I'm in.

And we both know
I'll be convicted.

I'm not afraid of that.
I'm not afraid of losing my pension either.

But I want to ask you...

to give me a chance, please.

Why should I?

Because I'm one hell
of a cop, Your Honor.

Out there on the beat there're...

people who really look up to me.

They think I'm something special.

They know that most cops
put in their nine hours and...

then they go home
to their families.

But guys like me do
our living on the beat.

That's are family.

That's me.
That's the way I am.

Don't get down on all of us, Judge.

Most cops don't lie at all.

And others just lie
a little bit like you said.

And only a...
few like myself would do...

What I did in your courtroom.

And there's something else.

I'm leaving the Police Department
tomorrow after twenty years.

My last day.

And damn it! If I've been able to read
that man's name on the register...

I wouldn't be in the fix
that I'm in!

I'm fifty lousy years old, Your Honor!

And farsighted.

And I've been kidding myself
that I'm still thirty.

And can do a young man's job.

When I can't cut it.

I just can't cut it anymore.

All right.

I'm going to request
the deputy district attorney...

to say nothing of your
perjured testimony in his report.

Now get out of here.

So I can wonder if I've done
the right thing about you.

Earnie.

Shine?

No. Not today.

Why not?

You've got a real tight jaw
for such a skinny kid.

I'm trying to turn a bomb.
What's the matter with that?

Nothing as long as
you do it honest.

There you go again.
Put me down.

Tell me something.
What do you do for fun?

Go to ball game now and then.

- What ball game?
- Dodgers, Rams.

When was the last time
you saw the Dodgers?

- A couple of years ago.
- With friends?

My business you don't
have any friends.

I know what you mean, kid.
You can tough it out alone.

But it's no good going through
this world all by yourself.

- See you around, Officer.
- Hey.

Why don't you call me Bumper?

Why not?
See you around, Bumper.

So long, Rudy.

From you?
Don't be silly, Officer Morgan.

Having a good time?

In my country that dance
is called "sprinkling the salt".

If the dancer had bags of salt
on each hip with little opening in it.

She would make a perfect white ring
around herself by the time the dance ended.

Pretty salty, ha?

What happens after that?

Yeah.

After that my sister puts on a uniform,
goes back to the kitchen...

and serves our customers.

Enjoy yourself.

How much do you figure she'd cost?

Who knows?

What you remember to ask.

Is that all.

He gets mad on me.
He takes a swing at me.

So I just stumble.

Did you kill him?

Mary gave me that.

I don't know.
I...I...

I miss Mary.

The kids grown up and gone.

Now thirty years ago I took Mary to
dance downtown to the old Marigold Hotel.

Remember the old Marigold with
the wood and curtains and stuff?

Sure it's on my beat I...

Well, there was a night
we decided to get married.

Once every year usually
on our anniversary I'd...

take Mary down to the Marigold
and we check in.

And we usually staying a little suite
up there on the top floor.

And it overlooked the lousiest view
of the alley you ever saw but...

But I don't know.
Mary liked it.

I don't know. I...

I liked Mary.
I did.

She was a...

She was a great dame, Bumper.

Yeah.

I never liked you.

I don't know why I come to this rotten,
crummy place with you.

- I know.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Eight years ago...

New Year's Eve at your house...

I tried to jump on your wife.

I was stoned and
you were stoned.

She was stoned.

She hit me on the head with a stewpot.
Threw me out.

Mary...Mary told me about that.

We had a lot of laughs about it.

No.

She didn't tell you about it.

That's what's been bothering you.

I told you about it.

Just now.

You know what?

You're worse off
than I am.

God knows I'm...

miserable enough for ten man.

But you sit there...

You tell me how you busted
Millie Haskins's killer.

How you're gonna look so great
when you quit the department.

Yeah.

Let me tell you something.

You're not quitting the department.

You're not quitting.

Cruz is quitting for you.

Cruz does everything for you.

You haven't got the guts.

You haven't got the guts
to leave all those free meals.

Or that rotten...discount booze.

All those guys pressing
your pants for nothing.

For nothing.

For nothing.

Cruz...

Cruz's carrying your conscience around for
you ever since he got on the department.

Why he adopted you
I'll never know.

You'll never left if
it wasn't for Cruz.

All those guys sayin':

"Hi, Bumper!
Hello, Bumper!"

All those rotten crums.

Because all you ever wanted
was the gutter.

The gutter.

All those hookers.

Somebody else's wife.

Just as long as it was for free.

Sorry.

You're young.

Everybody's so young.

"Mr. Wonderful" is here.

I don't know what you do
out on that street all day...

or what it's done to you.

What is makes you want
or think you want.

Maybe I never asked.

Maybe I never even
wanted to ask.

Or maybe, God forbid,
I never even wanted to know!

Well, talk to me! Damn it!
Talk to me!

Cassie...

How do you like the name Rudy?

Oh blue night...just might have come up
with the perfect kid for us.

He's all alone.
He's...

practically takes care of himself.

But he's a real boy.
He's...

strong, gutsy.

Doesn't let anyone
push him around.

Kinda like he was made
to order for you and me.

But...

13-14 years old.

What I was thinking was that...

maybe tomorrow night
we could...

get a later airplane, you know.

And then I bring him over here
and we could have dinner and...

get acquainted.

You know I...

I've never really
felt whole since I...

lost my own boy.

I don't know.
Maybe you won't believe this but...

When Billy was four years old...

he'd read and print.

And he had this little kitten.

He wrote me a Valentine's card.

Tied it around the kitten's neck.

And he said:

"Dear Dad!"

"I love you."

"Love:
Billy Morgan."

I won't believe it
but he was only four years old.

Cassie...

I'd like to have Rudy.

I want to have a boy again.

For us.

All right. Hold it.

Hold it down.

Let's go out and make our streets
safe for our citizens.

Dismissed.

Hold on one minute.

Like all of you guys are keep your eyeballs
peeled for a daytime burglar in five area.

He's got a habit of turning on the water
valves in a house when he finishes with it.

Why he does it?
I don't know.

But there's a woman on Pearl Street
with a lot of soggy carpeting.

That promises to deliver it to the lieutenant personally if we don't nail the bird.

So guys keep your eyes open.

Hey, mano...

- What are you gonna do for lunch today?
- Nothing. Why?

I want you to pick the best,
most expensive place in town...

somewhere that don't
bounce for a bluecoat.

You mean you're actually gonna
pay for a meal on duty?

Well, it's about time.
It's my last day.

- Where do you want to eat?
- Well, you can take me to Seymours.

Oh, no.
Nothing on my beat.

Look, I'l meet you there
at one o'clock.

There's a place in Beverly Hills
I want you to go to.

- You gonna be able to make it, mano?
- Yeah. I'll be in good shape by then.

Meantime I just gonna cruise around
and think how great it's gonna be...

not to have to look anymore,
not to have to do it anymore.

- Any luck, Charlie?
- Not yet. I'm still working on that.

- I was hoping that today we might...
- I know, Bumper. I know.

The day isn't over.
Something still might happen.

Cruz?

I want to thank you
for arranging things and...

letting me in on it
and all that.

I know it was you that put the word
in the lieutenant's here and Charlie's.

And all these years I've packed in
every kind of scum that you can think of.

But I've never torn off
a killer like this one.

Looks like I never will.

But it sure feel good
to dance off knowing that...

you got a guy like Landry's
sweating under a murder one rap.

But you flexed off
his half mask.

You know you still
got me around.

I'll see you at one.

More coffee.

What's with the cat, pal?

He's a baby.

Hey, this is an eatin' place.
Get him out of here.

Hey, you! Officer!
Tell him to get that dirty cat out of here!

I run over every cat I see.

You're little off your route
this morning, don't you?

- What's that mean?
- That means you don't belong here.

You just passing through
only not fast enough.

Come on!
Get out!

If I ever catch you running over a cat
I'll break your neck!

Looks like it's working.

Feel like I know
that man already.

Do you ever think why
they call us pigs?

- More?
- No. No more.

Thanks, Bumper.

For another.

How much do I owe you?

Don't mention it.

Come see us anytime.

1-X-L-40-5.

1-X-L-40-5.

1-X-L-40-5.

1-X-L-40-5 go to the corner
of Sixth and Main for a possible DB.

1-X-L-40-5, roger.

You've been the manager
of this hotel for a long time, no?

Yes. Yes, I have.

- Used to be quite a place, huh?
- Yes. Yes, it did.

How do you know he jumped?

He saw it happened.

Anyone else see it?

I don't know.

- Aren't you going to look at him?
- In a minute.

- Do you have an electrician here?
- Not these days. Not anymore.

Well, you better call somebody.
Those lines look hot to me.

Why, it's Officer Grogan!

And he didn't even register.

Hey, Bumper, we just got
a code two call.

Go to headquarters, right now.

We handle this.

Landry's got a lawyer.

He'll be rid it out in a couple of hours
unless we can make a murder charge.

Once he's out, Bumper.
That ideas are gonna be tough to make.

We still got a shot.

I just got a hold of something good.

Do you know her?

Yeah.

Her name is Phyllis Van
or something.

She used to be
a pal of Millie Haskins.

Well, they were pals
on that last night.

She and Millie left the Round Table
together with the same guy.

Do you know
where she hangs out?

No. Her old man lives
down to Long Beach somewhere.

She goes down to spend her time
when things get slow.

Willie Styles.

Used to be a boxer.
Not a bad guy.

Main Street Gym ought to be able
to tell you where to find him.

Okay, Bumper.
This may be it.

Hi, Officer Morgan.

Garcia?

- Are you Miss Garcia?
- Yeah.

- Is that him?
- No.

I was looking for Rudy Garcia.
Is he here?

No.

- Do you know where he is?
- I don't know.

Are you his sister?

Look, lady. That's a simple question.
You don't have to go to jail to answer it.

Do you know whether
you're his sister or not?

Oh, yeah.

She is.

Your name's Slim?

Yeah...

Thank you.

I went by the school.
They said he wasn't there.

You know where he is?

- What's he done?
- Nothing.

I'm a young woman.

I've got a lousy job.
The lousiest!

Nobody should expect me
to raise a kid brother.

I even been turned down for welfare.

If I was some swag cat
they'd give me all I wanted.

Is he in some kind
of trouble, isn't he?

No. I told you that
he's in no trouble.

When he comes back tell him
that Officer Morgan would like to see him.

Morgan.

He didn't come home last night.

- Where did he go?
- I don't know.

Young kid like that out
all night and you don't know.

He likes to run away
now and then.

They ought to take him
away from you...

and put him with a family
that knows where he is and what he does.

That's okay with me.

Do you got anything in mind?

I might.

But that will be okay with you?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I thought so.

Let me go!

Bennies.

- How much did those heroes charge you?
- Seven bucks.

Do you have to put those things on me?
I ain't gonna hurt you.

I thought you were a smart kid.

But you've got taken.

Paid way too much.

I know you won't believe this but
it's the first time I ever bought them.

Oh, sure.

I don't know what
they're supposed to cost.

Don't you ever do
anything wrong?

Just keep movin'.

What could I expect. How could I ever
except that a cop to be human being.

I don't except a human being
to be a human being.

You should stay to home last night.

- You were my place?
- Yeah.

Great place, ha?

- What did you think of my sister?
- Fine personality.

How long you've been
dropping bennies?

I tried it a couple of times.
I don't know why.

How many tubes a day
do you sniff?

I'm no glue head.
It makes guys crazy.

I've never sniffed paint either.

- Where did you run away to last night?
- Oh, some crummy movie.

I was alone and I felt right and
I wanted to see some people.

Guys with the green shirt
and the yellow shirt?

I met them this morning
when I came out from the movie.

Black-and-white fever, kid.

People do dumb things
when they see a police car.

Don't run on me because
I don't want the excercise.

You should have stucked
to your shoe shine business.

What do you got there, Bumper?

A fella that was doin'
pretty good in business...

until he decided to get
into another business.

Stay put.

No big thing.

Just might teach him a lesson.

I'll book him and then pencil out
a quick arrest report.

Worthwhile for me
talking to him?

First time, he claims.
I'll take care of it.

When should I cite him in?

We're up to here with cite-ins.

Make it Tuesday, Bumper.

You know something?

He let out one yelp.
Just one.

Gutsy kid.

Drink up.

He knew your name.

Him.

Probably he knows all about you.

Like if you were famous or something.

You and your sister are gonna have to
come back here on Tuesday and...

meet with an investigator...

who decides whether to C and R you
or send you to court.

What's C and R?
Crush and Rupture?

Counsel and Release.

Now, if this is the first time
that's all that will happen.

Otherwise he'll have to
send you to court.

- What's your telephone number?
- 5-5-5-3-0-3-3.

I've got busted once before
for running away.

Don't worry.

They're not gonna send you to court.

- How do you know?
- They will do what I ask.

You're let me go?

- What's your sister's first name?
- She calls herself Sarah.

Hello, Sarah Garcia?

This is Officer Morgan, Los Angeles Police.
I was there before.

I've just arrested your brother
for possession of dangerous drugs.

I want you to come down
to the police building and pick him up.

That's at the corner of
First and Los Angeles Street.

Miss Garcia, you're going to have to
come down and pick him up...

and then you and your brother are going to
have to come back here on Tuesday...

and talk to an investigator.

Maybe he can help you
with some of your troubles.

If you don't pick him up I'm gonna
have to put him in Juvenile Hall...

and I don't think
you'd like that.

Lady, I am only
the arresting officer...

and I want you down here to pick him up
in fifteen minutes. Do you understand?

Yes. That'll be all right.

All right.

She doesn't want me,
does she, Bumper?

Your Uncle Jake's gonna pick you up.

Finish your drink.

Well, I've got to
tell you something, Myles.

I've already got one cross in my life
and I don't need another.

Kid's uncle is gonna pick him up.

I informed his sister
of the arrest.

I've got to meet a guy downtown
and I'm late.

You take care of him and
I'll finish my report later.

Sure, Bumper.
I'll take care of it.

Hey, Bumper.
Where are you going?

Hit the streets.

But you were really
at my place.

You were really looking for me.

You really wanted to see me.

I can't help it, kid.

I don’t have what you need.

Damn you!
Damn you!

You just a cop!
Nothing but a lousy, stinking cop!

Hey, look at this.

It's for a very good friend.

- What do you have?
- Ah. Just coffee.

How you doin', Ruthie?

Thank you.

- Hey, Bumper.
- Hi, Charlie.

- Look who we got right in
your own neighborhood. - Who's that?

Lawrence William Spangler.

Mr. Spangler killed a woman
in Denver three weeks ago.

Same M.O. he used on Millie Haskins.

We just got a confession.
The whole thing just broke for us, Bumper.

We...

We had him in a tank all this time.

Bumper, I...

I want to thank for
all the help on Landry.

I wish you'd turned out
to be our boy.

Yeah.

Well, see you, okay?

Bumper.

Bum.

You've got to help me, Bumper!
You're the only one I can go.

Now, Arthur. I can't fold up any more money
and stick it in your arm.

Please, you gotta.
You just gotta!

Hey, Bumper.

Cruz?

Ruthie, for God's sake!
Call an ambulance!

Cruz...

Poor, dear Cruz.

I'm so glad you came over here right away.
I know what he meant to you.

All those beautiful black-eyed children
he loved so much.

He loved everybody so much.

Too much.

He was a foolish little man.

He was like a runaway nun with this...

"You shouldn't be afraid of love",
he told me.

"Your soul's in danger
if you don't love."

He was wrong.

Why?

What the hell does an old guy like me
know about love or soul...

or God's truth that
he kept talking about.

All I know is my job.

Cassie, I want you to go on
to San Francisco tonight.

There's a lot that you can do there.
There's nothing you can do here.

Okay.

And...

We'll see Rudy later?

I've been working on that all day...

I've been thinking about it and...

There's a lot more
to talk about, Cassie.

Well, I see you later on
this week in San Francisco?

Bumper.

Ever?

Well, that just about
does it, doesn't it?

Go on.
You better get back to your beat.

There you are.

I heard some crazy things.

That you were leaving the cops.
Leaving the beat.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Where would I go?
What would I do?

Neither do I.

Be careful.
Huh, Bumper?

Yeah.

Hey, Bumper.

One of these days
you're gonna slay that dragon.