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Do we take him now?

Yeah, let's go.

Police, open up.

Hi, honey, looking
for a little action?

Nothing.

Call an ambulance?

Too late.

She O.D.'d.

She's just a kid.

♪♪

Spread 'em.

I'm clean man.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You're clean, huh?

Well, tell that to
the kid upstairs?

What kid? What are
you talking about?

Only one more corpse...

all that counts, right?

Hey, I don't know
nothing about no stiff.

You garbage.

Maybe this will... will
help you remember?

Eddie, hey, man take it easy.

Hey, Boggs, cut it out.
What are you crazy, man?

Eddie!

Stop that you hoodlums.

I'll call the cops.

Go back to bed, lady.

We are the police.

He's only faking.

Get up Spider.

Faking?

Eddie, you're lucky
he's still breathing.

I swear Eddie, I don't
know what's getting into you.

You wanna know
what? I'll tell ya.

There's a dead kid
laying in a room up there,

scum like this goes Scott free.

Besides, he, uh...

pulled a knife on me didn't he?

I didn't see no knife.

Yeah?

Are you crazy Eddie?

Why snowflake the guy?

I got my reasons.

On your feet punk.

All yours.

- They both look the same.
- Exactly.

The one is pure uncut heroin
from our property department.

The other is the residue

from the hypodermic syringe
used by or on the dead girl.

Then she just didn't O.D.

Whoever gave it to
her is guilty of murder.

That's why we called
you in, Lieutenant.

Her name was Amanda Culley.

She just passed
her fifteenth birthday.

Amanda Culley, 15.

Thanks, Doc.

Thank you.

I want the arrest reports,

and I want the yellow sheet
on Emilio "Spider" Gonzales.

Okay. Can you figure
why anyone would want

to give a girl like
that uncut heroin?

What you're really asking is
why would anyone want to kill

a 15-year-old child?

I got an anonymous tip a buy was
going down. So we staked it out.

We proceeded to the third
floor apartment. Three B.

Getting no response
to our knock,

- we kicked the door in.
- Did you have a warrant?

We're on the graveyard
shift, Lieutenant.

You ever try to wake
a judge at that hour?

Anyway, this all happened
within a hour, a half hour

of the time we got the tip.

Well, according to
the yellow sheet here,

he's been clean for
the past three years.

Just means he hasn't
been caught in three years.

We all know he's a pusher.

Could be.

But as far as we know,
he's strictly non violent.

He's never been charged
with carrying weapons.

Yeah? Well maybe that wasn't
a shiv that he pulled on me.

Maybe he was just
offering me a lollipop?

Tell him, Stan.

The, uh, suspect
drew a switchblade, sir.

How come you're on
the case, Lieutenant.

- They switch you over to Narco?
- No, no.

The charge against Gonzales
has been upped to murder.

The stuff that
killed that girl...

100% pure heroin.

No wonder he pulled a knife.

Captain Devitt called.

Spider's been released
on $10,000 bail.

What? Ten grand
on a murder charge?

Hey, what's going on here?

Come on, let's find out.

We'll see you later.

Uncut H.

Looks like our troubles
are over, my man.

They shouldn't have started.

Okay, you had provocation,
but you lost your temper.

So tell them.

You didn't have to
flake the guy, Eddie.

That's easy for you to say.

You don't have a pension
coming up in four months.

Wouldn't be risking a thing.

The most they'll do is
slap you on the wrist.

What's really eating you, pal?

I'm getting sick and
tired of lying for you, pal.

Then don't. Tell them
whatever you want.

You dumb... Okay.

That was dumb.

You wouldn't fink
on your partner.

Excuse me. Come in.

Listen, Captain. Oh, excuse me.

Yes, Mike.

I'm sorry, but, um... Captain...

about a half hour ago I
started work on a homicide,

the Amanda Culley case.

Before I could turn around,

the suspect is out
on a $10,000 bail.

Now where did the push come
from? The D.A.'s office or here?

Here. Lay it out for him, John.

Yeah, I asked the D.A. to
recommend low bail for Gonzales.

As head of narcotics,
I had my reasons.

You mind letting me in on it?

Not at all. As a matter of fact,

they have to do with your
so-called prime suspect.

We've all dealt
with stoolies before,

but never in my experience
have I come across a guy,

an informant, as valuable and
dedicated as Spider Gonzales.

What turns him on?

I think the first thing
that turned him on

was when his younger brother
O.D.'d about four years ago.

Since that time, he's been
a one man guerilla army.

Can I tell you the guy
has performed better

than any guy on my squad.
Better than any undercover narc.

Captain, I think
you have a problem.

Okay, tell me about it.

Well, if your own head of
Narco is so high on Gonzales,

how does that square with
the arresting officer's report

that Gonzales
threw a knife on him?

It doesn't square.

Oh, you have a theory?

Yes, I have a theory. I
think Inspector Boggs

is a damned liar.
That's my theory.

And what about the knife?
Where did that come from?

Gonzalez says Boggs
planted it on him.

You believe Gonzales?

I do.

How about you captain?

Well, that's my dilemma Mike.

I have to make a
decision about Boggs.

To do it, I need
more information.

To get that, I have
to break this homicide.

And that is your job.

- My job?
- That's right.

All right,

was Gonzales in
that girl's pad or not?

Look, you don't have to
get permission from him

to talk to me.

Homicide take
precedence over everything.

Including narcotics.

He's right. Give him everything.

- He was there.
- Doing what?

For the last few months,

Gonzales has been trying to
make contact with a major dealer.

We don't know his name.

He goes by the
Tucson Connection.

He's been responsible
for over half the drug traffic

in this area.

So we finally we up a
meet for this morning.

We get the word
that the guy's flying in.

Only the meet never comes off

because Boggs barges in
on tip of his own and blows it.

Why didn't Spider
tell Boggs the truth

when they caught up with him?

Because Spider was under
orders from me not to tell anyone.

Well, I don't care what anybody
said, I want to talk to him.

Sure. May take a couple
of days for him to surface.

Look, a homicide is
difficult enough to deal with,

but I never thought
I'd see the day when...

the waters would be muddied
by the department itself.

Not by the
department, Lieutenant.

By one cop by the name of Boggs.

If you happen to
think of anything,

please give us
a call. Thank you.

That's 0 for 11. It's
getting discouraging.

Yeah, well, if
Spider didn't kill her,

then somebody else did.
Come on, let's keep plugging.

Not again. I just got out.

Okay, lady, relax.
We're not vice.

Is it all right if we come in?

Why should you be an exception?

You, uh, see any
strange looking characters

hanging around last night?

No. Uh-uh. I was out late.

Uh, wait a minute,

there was somebody... a guy.

Just as I was coming in.

I think he came
out of the building.

- Go on.
- Well, he was the cowboy type.

You know, uh, boots,
denim pants, big hat.

He didn't belong around here.

Well, do you think you
can remember enough

so that the police artist
could draw a sketch?

I could try.

Good. We'd thank
you if you could.

Well, why don't you
take her downtown.

When the sketch is
finished, you telephoto it

to the, uh, Tucson
Police for a possible I.D.

Uh, Do you think

maybe you could put
in a good word for me

with Inspector
Jenkins? He's in Vice.

- I'll tell you what...
- Huh?

You get yourself
dressed, and I'll mention it.

I don't know what's so special
about a fracas out the alley.

It happens all the time.

Well, this one's very important.

Early this morning are
you sure you didn't hear

or see something down there?

Well, I heard some
yelling, "Cut it out, Bob!"

Or Todd, something like that.

Could it have been Boggs?

Boggs? B-O-G-G-S?

That's right.

Maybe. It sounded like that.

Is there anyone else
living in this apartment

who might have seen
or heard something?

No, I'm a widow; I live alone.

Mrs. Doyle...

it all happened right
here out of your window.

Are you sure you
didn't see something?

All I heard was some noise.

I was scared to look outdoors.

You know how it is,
a woman living alone.

Yes, I sure do.

Well, if you happen
to think of anything...

I'll be grateful if
you gave me a call.

You make it sound serious.

It is serious.

Very serious.

You want anything
special for dinner?

Whatever you make
will be fine, sweetheart.

So, what is it, Eddie?

Hm? What's what?

You've got something
on your mind.

You shouldn't keep
things from me.

Gracie, the only thing that
is on this mind right here...

is I am happy I joined
the force when I did,

because in four months,
I'm going to have in 20 years,

and it is gonna be
an early retirement,

and a pension,

and it's you and me, and
a lot of traveling around.

Oh... you don't know
how much I've been...

I've been thinking about this.

You don't have to
tell me, sweetheart.

Hi, Stan.

Hi, Gracie.

Listen, I'm going to the
market. Want to stay for supper?

Thanks. Some other time.

Okay.

See you.

Well, you sure dug a hole
for us this time, partner.

What's eating you? Come
on and relax, will you?

- Have a beer.
- I'll tell you what's eating me.

Spider's clean as a whistle.

He's Hanley's stoolie.

Where'd you hear that?

From a gal I know
in the D.A.'s office.

That's why he got such low bail.

He's been working
for narco for four years.

Aw, come on,
Eddie, it's not too late.

Tell them the truth.

What do you mean, tell
them that we flaked the punk?

Yeah.

Listen, it's not just a question

of me losing my pension.

We can both go to the slam.

Well, what are we
gonna do, Eddie?!

We're gonna hang tough.

That's what we're gonna do.

Till I figure out what
our next move is.

Here.

I don't think I
could drink it now.

Okay, this is thin.

Spider, I want a word with you.

Hey, what do you
come bothering me for?

Can't you see I'm
playing a game, man?

New shooter here, new shooter.

Come on, it's only gonna
take a minute. Let's go.

Get your hands off me.

- Come on.
- I don't know

what's wrong with you, huh?

Listen, I got a
proposition to make to you.

It could do us both some good.

All you got to do is admit
that you pulled a knife.

Admit...?

You had a good reason, see?

It was dark in that alley,
you couldn't see who it was,

so you were trying
to defend yourself.

It's only natural!

Why should I get
you off the hook?

- Why?
- I made a mistake, okay?

You sure did.

Look, I'm willing to pay for it.

It's worth...
five bills, friend.

Five big ones.

Man, you beat
the hell out of me.

Man, you almost wiped me out.

Now you think that
you can square it away

just by offering me five bills?

That's all that I got.

I don't care if
it's $5,000, man.

You're on the griddle, Boggs.

On the griddle.

You scum! Garbage!

I should've snuffed you
when I had a chance,

but I can still do it, punk.

- Go ahead.
- Remember that, okay?!

Hey, guys?

This man is
threatening to ice me.

Now, don't forget
where you heard it, huh?

Go ahead. Do it.

♪♪

Stone.

Look, we checked your story.

Found four witnesses...
and nobody heard

- of the bribe attempt.
- I told you that I was way...

Relax, relax.

They all corroborate the threat.

It's guys like Boggs that give
the police a bad name, you know.

I'll take care of Boggs
with the department later.

Right now I want to
talk to you about murder.

Well, go ahead.

What was your relationship
with Amanda Culley?

Well, she was a friend.

She, uh, was one of five kids

that I've been working
with, you know.

They're all on the nod.

Trying to get them off of it.

I can vouch for
that, Lieutenant.

Yeah, I was doing
pretty well with her.

I mean, I put her on
methadone programs, everything.

She didn't die from that.

Junkies have been
known to backslide.

Not her. No.

And don't ask me about the O.D.

I mean, I can't explain it.

Somebody must have zapped her.

Tell me...

why did you use her
pad for the connection?

I figured it would
be the safest.

Get over there!

All right, what are
you looking at? Beat it!

Okay...

listen, you know that
the, uh, coroner's report

said that she had
a bruise on her chin.

They assume that she
got it from falling down.

Maybe she was slugged.

Then gave her the drug
after she was unconscious.

Yeah, and whoever
did it probably figured out

that she was working for you.

- Maybe your cover was blown.
- I don't see how.

Nobody knows
about my police work.

You could be wrong.

You may have enemies.

Only one.

Eddie Boggs.

All right, stay in touch.

♪♪

♪♪

All right, this suspension

is temporary,
pending the outcome

of Lieutenant
Stone's investigation.

That's all.

Mike.

You and your investigation.

Well, what about it?

20 years I been busting
my hump for the department.

The only time I ever took
off I was laying in a hospital,

they were picking
slugs out of my hide.

And for what? So some
Johnny-come-lately

with a college
degree can work it out

so I have to turn in
my badge and my gun.

Gonzales made some
accusations; I checked them out.

Four people heard
you threaten him.

Okay!

You say a lot of
things when you're hot.

Do you think that I would be
stupid enough to kill that punk?

Or anybody?

I only said Captain
Devitt had good grounds

for the suspension.

So the upshot is, the punk

gets to carry a gun and I don't.

If he decides to
take a potshot at me,

I don't have a gun
to defend myself.

Gonzales is hiding out;
he's not gonna kill anybody.

You want to know what I think?

Hanley is doing this to
rob me of my pension.

Can I tell you what I think?

I don't think you're
helping your case any

by making ridiculous statements!

Well, you want to
know what's ridiculous?

Lieutenant Hanley
goes to law school nights.

Yeah, he's very strong on
the rights of the suspects.

Well, what about the
rights of cops, huh?

He just might have a point.

Maybe.

Now, we're working
on a homicide.

Telex come in yet?

I'll check.

Some dame's been calling you.

Twice.

Name's Emma Doyle.

Yeah? What is an Emma Doyle?

Jokes, huh?

Oh, relax, Stan, will you? Huh?

We don't have to
take any squeal.

We're off duty, remember?

A nice, short vacation'll
feel good, huh?

Could be a long vacation.

Yeah, that, too...

when I retire... four months.

What's that for?

What's the matter?

You know I keep a second gun.

I know that.

What are you gonna do with it?

Well, I don't know.

Hey, could come in handy,
couldn't it? You know?

Maybe I run into old Spider
out there on the street,

throw a little
scare right at him.

Eddie, you try
anything crazy like that,

and you're on your own.

I mean it.

What are you talking about?

Take it easy, will you?

Come on.

Hey. -Hey.

Heard you characters
drew a suspension.

- Good news travels fast.
- Yeah.

Well, I just want you to know,

boys back in the squad
room are all behind you.

I mean, anything at
all we can do. Anything.

Hey, now that you mention it.

You know, I did you
a little favor one time.

Remember the time that

I nailed Martuci, and let
you take credit for the collar?

Hey, you don't have to
remind me; I owe you.

You know, I think, uh...

I think there is one
little thing you could do.

Name it, name it.

Come here.

♪♪

- Mike, telex from Tucson, it just came in.
- So?

So they can't be positive,
but the sketch we telephoto'd

- looks like somebody named Boot Wilson.
- Mm-hmm.

He's a big wheel in
the local drug syndicate.

He's also known to
dress cowboy style.

Yes.

Excuse me, Lieutenant Stone.

I'm Inspector Davis. Narco.

What can I do for you, Davis?

Well, it has to do
with Spider Gonzales.

Piece of information
you might be interested in.

Yes, go on.

Well, I tried to hang a
collar on him five years ago

and he pulled a
switchblade knife on me.

I didn't, uh,
report it at the time

because, uh, he got away
and I didn't want to look bad.

But you understand, don't you,
that you're laying yourself open

for disciplinary action?

Yes, sir, but I figure
Boggs is in worse trouble,

and I felt it was my
duty to step forward.

I just wanted you to know

that Gonzales has been
known to carry a knife.

I see.

Okay, I'll pass the word.

Thank you, sir.

Sad.

Oh, that's sad.

You know what that is?

That's called
departmental cover-up.

He could be telling the truth.

No, no way at all.

What else is on that telex?

Well, Wilson dropped out
of sight about a month ago.

Hasn't been seen since.

Well, according
to our information,

the Arizona contact flew in.

Why don't you call the airlines?

All flights from Tucson.

He probably wouldn't use his
real name if he booked a flight.

Well, it's worth
a try, isn't it?

And while you're at it,
call up the Tucson police.

I want the book on Wilson.

I want his fingerprints,
mug shots, I want the works.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm worried about Boggs.

I want to talk to him, see if
I can't settle him down a bit.

Yeah, he could use
a little Dutch uncle.

Yeah.

Mrs. Boggs, I'm Lieutenant
Stone, San Francisco Police.

Oh.

- Come in, please.
- Thank you.

I'd like to talk to Eddie.

Well, he's not here.

Well, when will he be back?

Late.

How late?

I-I don't know, he said
he was working a stakeout.

Well, how long ago did he leave?

Ten, maybe 15 minutes ago.

He came in, he made a lot
of phone calls, and he left.

Uh, Lieutenant, is
something wrong?

Well, it's important that
I get in touch with him.

By any chance did you
happen to hear who he called?

The friends with
the, the funny names.

Uh... Gimpy or
Fee-Feevsy or something.

Well, when he gets
back, would you

have him get in touch with me?

Lieutenant, is...?

Eddie, Eddie hasn't done
anything wrong, has he?

I hope not.

I sincerely hope he hasn't.

Here you go, Charlie.

Hanley, do you happen to know
where Gonzales is hiding out?

I might. Why?

Well, Boggs is making a
lot of phone calls to stoolies.

He's looking for him.

Uh-huh, so?

So I think you ought
to alert Gonzales.

I think you ought to give
him some discreet protection.

I can't do that, Stone.

We're much too close
to the Tucson connection.

I don't want to blow it now.

Spider can't be hiding out

and working for
you at the same time.

That's precisely
what he is doing.

Now, his friends know
how to get in touch with him.

He's making all the right moves,

but if that guy from Tucson
even catches a hint of a cop,

it's all over.

Look, Boggs is in a very
irrational state of mind.

What if he gets to Spider first?

He won't.

Well, don't kid yourself.

Boggs knows his way around.

All right, it's one of the
risks we have to take.

It's the only way we
can beat this dirty game.

All right, then, you can
risk your own life if you like...

but I don't think neither
you nor I have a right

to put somebody
else's head on the block.

It's unavoidable.

We're dealing with animals.

Well, that doesn't mean
we have to become animals.

Hey, Gimp.

Over here.

Well, I saw Spider,
he's got the bread.

Good, then we can make the deal.

Yeah, but you got
to move careful.

The smell is in the streets.

Where is Spider?

I don't know.

Under wraps somewhere, I guess.

He, uh, he said
the place you picked

was okay for the meet, though.

All right, okay, my man.

Thanks.

Push.

Did you see him?

How does it look?

No good, no good,
Spider, I think you're blown.

Well, why do you say that?

I just got a hunch.

Were you followed?

I don't think so, but
Boggs phoned me.

Uh, he's looking for you, too.

Hey, wait a minute, you don't
know how to use this thing.

Well, I will if I have to.

Thanks.

Hey, don't use
the front door, huh?

I haven't used the
front door in years.

♪♪

Boggs?

Boggs?

♪♪

Whose gun is being tested?

It's his.

I heard all we know so far

is that Spider was killed
by a snub-nosed.32.

You own one, Mr. Boggs?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you get the message.

There's no question in my mind

who was responsible
for Gonzales' death.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

Lot of people could
be responsible.

It's not the same gun.

Are you sure?

The barrel markings
are completely different.

See for yourself.

Well, it looks like you're
off the hook, Boggs.

You give me too
much credit, Lieutenant.

How is a dumb cop like
me going to find Spider

after you've stashed him away?

Where were you last night?

Bowling.

Check it out.

Okay... I wasn't bowling.

I was just wandering
around, having a few.

Everybody's so against me,

I feel like I got
to make up alibis.

Not if you didn't do anything.

You think so?

You're wrong, Lieutenant.

See, a crook has
to be proven guilty,

but because I'm a cop,

the burden is on me
to prove my innocence.

And that's equal justice.

Uh, you through with that?

That's, uh, personal property.

You're still on suspension.

Why don't you just put it away?

It's me.

I'll tell you what took so
long... a few complications.

All straightened out.

Look, I told you every door has
been slammed shut and locked.

I'll be back today.

All right.

Comfortable?

Very.

- You mind?
- Oh, oh, yeah, Mike.

The report from Tucson.

Our boy Boot seems to have
had a very colorful career.

In fact, among other
interesting items, it says here

that he owns and operates
his own private airplane.

No wonder we struck
out with the airlines.

He could have flown here solo.

And I'll bet he's
about ready to fly out.

Why don't you call
the private airstrips

and make sure they
have photos of Wilson?

- And the description.
- And the description.

What are you
grousing around for?

We're in the clear.

With Spider gone,
they got no case.

Me?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Are you kidding?

Listen, ballistics
checked my gun.

Aw, don't con me, Eddie, huh?

You could have a whole
arsenal stashed away.

Of course, I am not crying a
bucket of tears over this guy.

Look, I'm glad the punk got it.

That don't mean I did it.

Hey, look who's here.

Come in, please, lady, come on.

Here, here, let me help you
with those groceries, come here.

Eddie.

Hold on, hold on,
you're almost there.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Don't you guys work anymore?

No, no, we got time
off for good behavior.

Come on, Stan,
drink up, will you?

Oh, uh, there was some woman
who called you... an Emma Doyle.

Who?

That's the same dame
who called you at the office.

What's she doing
calling me here?

She leave a number or something?

Nope, she said
she'd call you back.

Well, come on, come here,
honey, join us, will you?

Come on and have one.

This is a celebration.

458 clear for takeoff.

♪♪

Okay, try to keep
him from taking off.

I know it's difficult,
but do the best you can.

We're on our way.

Come on, Tri Star Airport.

Tri Star tower,
this is 6725 X ray.

West tie-down.

Taxi for takeoff.

Check your left engine.

It, uh, seems to be smoking.

Okay to me.

All right, 25 X ray,
you can move out,

but hold short of
Runway 32 right.

Suggest you check
your engine on run-up.

2-5 X-Ray, out.

Two-five X Ray.
Port engine okay.

Holding on runway
three-two right.

Hold your position,
Two-five X Ray.

Inbound traffic. Long final.

Twin engine plane, number
six-seven-two-five X Ray.

I repeat, this is
Inspectors eight-one.

To all units within the
vicinity of Tri Star Airport.

Two-five X Ray
ready for takeoff.

Hold your position,
Two-five X Ray.

Plane in distress.

Attention all aircraft.

Keep runway clear
for emergency landing.

Two-five X Ray
ready for takeoff.

Two-five X Ray, taxi
into position and hold.

Emma Doyle?

That's right. Come
on in, Mr. Boggs.

You wanted to, uh, see
me about something?

Mm-hmm.

Take a look out that window.

Right over there?

That's right.

What's this about?

Don't see anything... now.

But you did early
Friday morning.

Very early. About, uh, 6:00.

You mind, uh, telling me
exactly what, uh, this is all about?

Well, you beat up
a man in that alley.

I yelled down for you to stop.

I'm a cop.

He was a dope pusher.

I know that... but
he's dead now.

I read it in the papers.

So that means
that I'm the only one

that knows what happened,
outside of your partner.

What happened?

Why, you took a knife
out of your pocket,

and you put it
right in his hand.

Oh, there was another
cop here asking about it.

Lieutenant Stone.

I didn't tell him anything.

Yet.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that a big,

tough cop like you could just
knock off a defenseless woman.

Maybe even put
a knife in my hand.

That wouldn't be too smart

because of that
Lieutenant Stone.

Now, I don't think
he believed me.

He asked me to call him back.

So if anything
should happen to me,

I just get the feeling that
he'd put two and two together.

How much?

$10,000.

Now, if you want to know,
I think that's a real bargain.

What's so important, you're
rousing me at the crack of dawn?

- Come on.
- Huh?

Come on.

I'm getting blackmailed.

Who?

Emma Doyle?

She's the old biddy that
yelled out the window

- while I was...
- Yeah.

Beating Spider up.

How much did she see?

Everything.

Oh, no.

She wants, uh, $10,000.

Hey, uh, listen,
you got any money?

Eddie, you're really flipping.

Where am I going to
get that kind of bread?

I just need $500.

I got five bills myself.

I mean, uh, I think
a grand will do it.

Well, if you give her
a token payment now,

it'll all lead to
more blackmail.

Who's talking about paying?

What are you talking about?

I got a friend
who's an enforcer,

owes me a favor.

I mean, a G will
take care of it.

Eddie, you're really flipping.

You're getting me scared, Eddie.

I'm not talking about
having her blown away.

Well a guy, you know, he's
going to rough her up a little.

Scare her, get her to shut up.

Look, if you see me on the
street, don't say hello, huh?

I mean, I don't know you,
you don't know me, all right?

No, that figures.

A crummy blackmailer.

She's important, isn't she, huh?

Human garbage like,
uh, Spider Gonzales...

He's important, too.

Only a dumb cop
like, uh, Eddie Boggs.

He don't count.

You want to know
why he doesn't count?

Because he never took
a dime from anyone.

He was never on the pad.

No, he never made any deals.

The only thing he
ever got for his self

was his belly full of
lead, not once, but twice!

And that's not to mention
the minor scratches

and the nicks and the bruises
a cop is supposed to get, huh?

I mean, a crook loses respect

if he doesn't slice up a
pig every once in a while.

A pig, though... he's not
supposed to touch nobody.

Uh-uh. No sir.

No, sir. Your pig is
supposed to stand around

on your street corner and
say, "Oink, oink any, huh?"

Like a little piggy.

Piggy, piggy. Oink, oink.

- Oink! Oink, oink!
- Eddie! Eddie!

Get a hold of yourself!

Wise up, will you?
Will you wise up, huh?

Just, I'll give you
a few more years.

But wait a minute.

Till retirement time
comes around, man,

and they jerk the rug
right out from under you.

Let me take you home, man.
Come on, let me take you home.

- Let me take you home.
- Stay away from me, partner.

- Come on, Eddie.
- You don't want to know me?

I don't want to
know you. No, sir.

Hey, let me take you home.

- No. The hell with all of you.
- Come on, Eddie, please.

- You think I'm a murderer.
- No.

- Right, sure.
- No.

So what do I need
to hire a ginzo for?

I can do my own
dirty work, couldn't I?

See you around, pal. So long.

Eddie. Please!

Ballistics confirms that
Wilson's gun killed Spider.

My guess is that
Spider's cover was blown.

Amanda must have said something.

So he killed her.

And he would have
killed Spider, too,

if Boggs and Michaels
hadn't gone in there

and scared him off.

It's ironic, isn't it?

I think Boggs
probably saved his life.

But I still think he
attacked Spider,

and I still think he
planted that knife on him.

The point is, you
can't prove that.

And on the other side,
there's Bogg's record.

20 years of outstanding
service with the force.

We've landed the
Tucson connection.

Why not be satisfied with that?

As far as I'm concerned,

the departmental charges
against Boggs ought to be dropped.

Man suffered enough.

I'm for closing the case.

Your decision, Captain.

Hello. Captain Devitt.

Just a minute. Mike,
this is Stan Michaels.

He wants to talk to
you. He says it's urgent.

Yes. Stone.

It's about Eddie, Lieutenant.

I really think he's
gone off the deep end.

I don't know what to do.

Yeah, where are you now?

All right, stay there.
We'll pick you up.

We're on our way.

Sorry, Captain. This is urgent.

- Okay.
- Really urgent.

Okay.

Let's go.

Hello, Emma.

You all alone?

Yeah.

Good.

I want to talk to you.

All right.

There's an old Chinese
saying about, uh...

wise men never
finding a dead body.

You ever hear that one?

Well, it means witnesses
can get into a lot of trouble.

Sometimes people see too much.

It's like you the other day.

You-you saw me out there.

You saw me beat
up a guy, didn't you?

Saw me put a knife
in his hand, but...

what you didn't see
was a 15-year-old kid

that was laying dead in
the apartment over there.

Why are you telling me this?

I want you to
understand, that's all!

You know, I think
you should realize

that Eddie Boggs... he
isn't such a bad guy after all.

He just hates pushers.

He hates all kinds of crooks.

And blackmailers.

You know what I'm
getting at, Emma?

Well, good. Then
you'll understand

what I got to do here.

J-Just forget the whole thing.

You just keep the money.

You're a greedy lady, Emma.

I mean, you could
change your mind, huh?

Yeah.

So I can't take that
chance, that's all.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Eddie. Eddie, don't do that.

Don't, Eddie.

You finked on me, man.

Oh, no, partner.

You finked on your partner.

Oh, no, Eddie. I wouldn't...

Hey, Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie!

Oh, no.

Eddie, Eddie. Eddie, Eddie.

We were gonna
do a lot of traveling.

Do all the things that
we always wanted to do.

I knew Eddie was
in trouble, Lieutenant.

I just didn't know
it was that bad.

Eddie wasn't... he wasn't bad.

We all make
mistakes, Mrs. Boggs,

but he was a good cop.

Brave, devoted to his work.

You keep those
memories of him alive.

All he had to do
was tell the truth.

Instead he lied, and
one lie led to another.

All of his buddies swore by him.

But only a handful
came to the funeral.

20 years down the drain.

Eddie.

You held the department's
highest award...

The Medal of Honor.

Now all they'll remember is...