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The Streets of San Francisco.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Karl Malden.

Also starring Michael Douglas.

With guest stars
Nicholas Colasanto,

Victor French,

Anthony Caruso,

Hari Rhodes.

Tonight's episode: "Deathwatch."

That's about all
we can do for now.

You sure it's the
voltage regulator?

Yeah. I checked all the wiring.

The lights are all out,

pumps, horn, the
whole system's out.

Hey, Lou, you remember the
last time you lost a regulator?

Yeah, '47, wasn't it?

No, no, no, no.
The winter of '48.

Yeah.

I'll never forget it.

Sea was running so
heavy we had to fish uphill.

Yeah, and we lost 300 feet
of line on both outriggers.

Yeah, and remember
that crummy company

took it out of our
paychecks at retail?

Ah, it was a lousy
company boat, anyway.

I know, Lou.

But listen, look at the
good side of it, right?

At least we own this one.

Joe, look, dead ahead!

No running lights! Idiots!

What are you doing?
It's Immigration.

It's a fisherman.
Put that thing down.

They got a good look, Reg.
They really got a good look.

The Friendship.

Rosselli and Patruro.

What are we gonna do about 'em?

We'll figure out something.

All right, andale, andale.

Come on. Pronto.
Come on. Andale.

Andale. Andale.

Pronto, pronto! Move.

Lou!

Yeah, what is it?

Take a look.

So we caulk 'em.

That was Reggie Norris
out there with those guys.

How do they come
off taking a shot at us?

Oh, come on, Joe.

They froze up, that's all.

They weren't trying
to kill anybody.

Let it lay. Come
on. Let's hose down.

What right they got shooting
at us, running aliens?

What right?

Joe, we talked about
it, and we agreed, right?

Now, there's not much damage
to the boat and nobody was hurt.

Forget it.

I'll tell you what,

why don't you take
a walk over to Paco's

with that crummy
voltage regulator

and get one that won't
get us into any trouble.

Come on. Okay.

And, Joe. Yeah?

Don't let him sell
you a new one.

Get a rebuilt. Okay.

See, uh... I see
you lost your lights.

You know, you guys ought
to carry a double system.

That way you lose your
voltage regulator, your batteries,

you switch over to a backup set.

See, that way you
don't get in no trouble.

Me and Joe ain't in no trouble.

We don't want to know
anything about yours.

Yeah, but you do, you know?

So where is Joe? He, uh,
making a phone call, maybe?

Buying a voltage regulator.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe he's calling Immigration.

Get off this boat.

No, we'll wait around
for Joe to come back.

He don't come
back with a regulator,

we know where we stand, right?

Get off this boat.

You two guys want to run
aliens, that's your business.

Me and Joe don't want
to know anything about it,

and we don't want you
around here, so get off this boat.

Put the gaff down, Lou.

Get off this boat!

Joe! Joe!

Joe, help!

Help!

He's gone.

They were the boots.

His boots took him down.

Come on, let's get out of here.

It's too late, pal.

Now, there's no
reason for both of you

to feed the fishes.

All right?

Well, the bullet
didn't kill him.

I guess the impact
broke his shoulder

and knocked him into the bay.

And his boots filled with water.

Once he was in, he may as well
have been wearing cement shoes.

He hadn't been in the
water more than a few hours.

I suppose I can rush
the report through.

You have a name?

Yeah, Louis Rosselli.

It's a positive ID from
his partner, uh, "Patruro."

Joe Patruro.

Louis Rosselli.

Is he the one who
called in about the shots?

Says he didn't.

When was the last time you
saw your partner, Mr. Patruro?

Last night.

We got in about 11, 11:30.

We were late getting in, and,
uh, Lou said he'd wash down.

And I went home.

Is that how it usually goes?
You take turns washing down?

No I... I just didn't feel
good and I went home.

Well, how long were you
and Mr. Rosselli partners?

Twenty-seven years,
this coming April.

The fishing fleet goes out early

and comes in early.

What kept you out so late?

The electrical system went out.

We lost our voltage regulator,
and all our batteries went dead.

Do you, uh, carry a gun aboard?

What are you talking
about? What gun?

We don't need no gun aboard.

Now, wait a minute. Listen...
Wh...? What are you saying?

That... That I shot
Lou or something?

No.

You're way out of line, mister.

He was my father's best friend.

If he had been there,
dad wouldn't be dead.

Now, wait a minute.
I'm Lieutenant Stone.

This is Inspector Keller.

Are you his son?

This is Lou's boy, Angelo.

Angie, I don't know what to say.

I know how you feel, but...

He was your best
friend for over 30 years.

We'll both miss him.

Mama knows.

Someone from the fuel
dock called the house.

Joe, she needs you.

Angie, I can't come by now.

The... The lieutenant
and the inspector there,

they got questions to ask
and I gotta stick around, huh?

I... I just gotta stick around.
I'll come by later, okay?

Go ahead. We'll talk later.

Joe, come on.

That's the part people
don't think about, buddy boy.

The survivors, the
widows, the children.

Well, come on.
We've got work to do.

Let's check it out.

Mike?

Look at this.

Yeah, and the voltage
regulator's been pulled.

That part of the story checks.

Well, this is the one I'm
worried about. Look at this.

Two brushes, and
even with the rain,

there's a heavy salt residue.

Two brushes,
two men. Is that it?

Guess they didn't
have time to wash down.

Could be they came in and, uh,

Joe decided he
wasn't feeling too good.

So Lou went to get the voltage
regulator repaired instead.

Comes back. What?

And could be that, uh, he, uh,

broke this gaff hook
over somebody.

Somebody with a gun.

Well, I'll get the lab
for prints and pictures.

Come on. I want to
show you something.

Right.

Well, that didn't come from
the dock. That's for sure.

No, from high. It
didn't happen here.

Yeah. So where do you think?

Out at sea? Maybe
under the bridge?

And when, buddy boy? Last
month, last week or last night?

Say, when the lab gets here,

have them lift this
section around the slugs.

I want to know the type
of weapon, the caliber,

and how long that lead
has been in that planking.

Right.

Maybe that'll tell us
something Patruro didn't.

What, you make him a liar

because of those two deck
brushes instead of one?

Well, not so much that,
but the look I saw in his eyes

when he confronted Angelo.

Oh, you... You didn't
read any grief in 'em, huh?

Oh, yeah, I read grief.
Also read a lot of guilt.

Is that right?

Oh, come on. You
thought the same thing,

because I saw the look in your
eyes when you saw Patruro.

Bronze?

I really don't know.

Mr. Shaw, a moment, please.

They killed him,
Joe. They killed Lou.

I'm here, Ruthie.
I'll do all I can.

We both will, Mama.

My God. My God.

They killed Lou.

Do we want a bronze, or what?

Uh, what bronze?

We have to make arrangements.

I don't know about these things.

Please, Joe.

Joe, could you please, for
us? Talk to the man and...

You went through
it once with Mary.

But I don't know about
that insurance stuff.

Listen, Ruthie, listen.

I want you to know,
we're still partners,

you know, on the boat.

I'll... I'll run it,

and we'll split
everything fifty-fifty, okay?

I don't care about that, Joe.
We gotta take care of Lou.

We gotta... Please, tell him.

Tell him bronze with
handles, an organist.

Hello?

Uh... Uh, no, sir.

I... I don't know
about the insurance.

Uh, I'm Lou's
partner on the boat.

Oh, I see, this
is Mr. Shaw, yes.

Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw.
Uh, I'm Joe Patruro.

Yeah, well, I'll
try, sure, but...

But we want the best
for Lou, you know?

Okay, here's your change.

Uh... Uh... Uh, listen, I'm sorry.
Gee, I'm sorry about them lures,

but I'll have 'em in
for you next week.

That's my guarantee.

You come in, you'll
be sure to get 'em.

Uh, sorry about
the interruption,

but, you know,
customer's always right.

That's all right.

Uh, tell me, you were saying?

Well, I was just saying

that it seemed like Joe
and Lou were brothers.

Brothers?

You got a brother?

You know, I... I got a
brother in Cleveland.

And I... I see him maybe
once every, uh, five years.

No, no, no. They... They
were better than brothers.

They were friends. They
were real good friends.

Hey, wait a minute,
are you thinking

Joe pulled the plug on Lou?

Oh, I'm telling
you, there's no way.

Let me ask you
something, Mr. Lamotta.

When the fishing
boats come in at night...

Uh... Uh, afternoon.

Excuse me, afternoon.

They unload the fish
right away, don't they?

Uh, they pull in at the
wholesaler's docks,

offload, yeah.

Now, do they get
paid in cash then?

You're thinking that
Lou got knocked off

for the catch money?

Uh, anyhow, Lou and Joe
didn't... Didn't get any fish last night.

They come in empty, I heard.

It happens.

Yeah.

Hey, you know
anything about the fleet?

About the fishermen?

Not really. No.

Let me get you a cup of
coffee. I'll tell you all about 'em.

That's all right. Forget
about the coffee, okay?

Oh, it's on the
house, what the heck?

Yeah. Yeah. As soon
as the parts come in,

I'll let you know, okay?

You wanna hear something
bad about Joe Patruro,

you're gonna have to
hear it someplace else.

I'm not trying to rap anybody.

I'm just trying to
find out if one of them

brought in a voltage regulator.

Joe said they did?

Paco, you're the only
ship chandlery on the wharf.

So?

So you sell supplies,

you pump diesel
fuel and gas all day.

And at night, you
work over your bench,

rebuilding equipment.

Now, you tell me, Paco.

Where would somebody
bring a bum voltage-regulator?

It's on the bench.
Joe brought it in.

Traded it for a rebuilt.

So how you doing? Hi.

Hi. Pretty good.

Paco here was just about
to show me the regulator

that Joe brought in.

Sure. Regulator's a regulator.

Could it have been
jimmied or shorted?

Burned out. Died
a natural death.

Well, what time did
he come in last night?

Oh, say, 11:30.

Do you remember if he
was wearing his boots?

His boots? KELLER: Yeah.

Yeah, he had 'em on. Why?

Just curious.

Well, now, uh, we
appreciate it, Paco.

Knowing how you feel about cops.

Look, I never said
anything about...

Paco, look. Look.

Steve and I, um, we're
not rousting you or Joe.

We think you're a
couple of pretty nice guys.

So was Lou Rosselli.
He was a nice guy.

But now he's dead,

and we're trying
to find out why.

We're not working against Joe.
We're working for Lou Rosselli.

Do you understand that?

Sure.

Okay.

Let me give you my card.

In case you can...

fit anything else together,
you know where to get me.

You bet.

Well, what's with the boots?

I had a, uh, cram course

about the fishing fleet
with the cafe owner.

He was telling me
most of the guys

wear their boots
while they're working,

and they take 'em off
just before they go home.

So I checked the gear
locker of the Friendship

and Joe's boots were there.

Well, if he was wearing
them like Paco said,

then he must have
gone back to the boat.

Could be. Might mean
he saw something.

You wanna ask
him? He's right there.

I sure do.

But I think I'd like to get a
look at my whole card first.

Let's find out what
ammunition we can get

from the lab and the coroner.

Right.

How's your mother?

She's still at the
funeral parlor.

I couldn't take any
more for a while,

so I figured I'd come
down here and help you.

Well, don't you think you
should be with her, huh?

Yeah, but maybe later.

I need something to do, Joe.

Well, you can
watch if you want to.

I gotta plug a couple of holes
there up on the pilothouse,

and do some electrical work.

Joe, you told Mom that you
were still partners with Dad.

That's right. We split the catch
money right down the middle.

Same as before. Why?

Well, we talked it
over. We can't do it.

Can't do what?

It's charity.

I figure I'll drop out
of school for a year

and come down
and work on the boat.

Drop out of school?

Just for a year, Joe.

But that's not what your
father wanted for you, Angie.

Not a stinking fishing boat

with 20 hours a day and
sleeping in wet clothes.

It was good enough for Dad.

No, it wasn't good enough
for your father, Angie.

Your father was better than
this. He's better than me.

I have no right to
even mention his name.

If it was me facing
them with that gaff hook,

Lou'd still be alive.

Joe, what do you
mean? What gaff hook?

Angie, I'm gonna make a
promise to you, before God.

It won't make up for what
happened, but I'm gonna try.

Joe, what are you talking about?

Never mind. I know
what I gotta do now,

and I got a way to do it.

.223 caliber fired from
an automatic weapon.

I'd say an AR15.

AR15? Army automatic rifle.

Mm-hm. You also wanted us
to run the slug for salt deposits?

Yeah. None.

No salt residue in the
crater or on the lead.

Then it couldn't have
been on the boat very long.

Not more than a few hours.

I also found some wool fibers

on the splintered
part of the gaff hook.

I haven't identified
'em yet, though.

So now, the coroner gave
us the bullet in Lou Rosselli

as a .32 caliber.

That would make it a handgun.

An AR15 and a handgun.

Two different weapons
shot at two separate times,

around the same boat.

Within a few hours.

Yeah.

I'd like to know where
that boat had been.

The Farallon Islands.

It's part of my crash
course at the cafe.

Oh, I see.

Salmon run either
off the Farallon Islands

or near Point Reyes.

Now, Lamotta said Lou
mentioned a three-hour trip.

That'd be the Farallon
Islands, 28 miles offshore.

So the boat got hit, uh,
somewhere around the islands?

Yeah. MAN: Mm, too far.

We found heavy salt residue
around the bullet holes,

zero residue in the crater.

The boat couldn't have
taken on much sea or spray

after the bullet hit.

So then the shooting
took place somewhere

between the island
and the wharf.

Nothing out there between
the islands and the city.

You got a lot of
water and some boats.

Boats.

Boats.

Nighttime, they
lost their lights.

I wonder what could
happen out at sea

that would get you shot at.

Could be a... A fishing boat

with a foreign flag
in territorial waters.

Drug runners. Yeah.

Smuggling.

Yeah, let me check with
the narcs and Coast Guard

about that one.
I'd try Customs too.

Right. Immigration, FBI,

see if they've had any traffic.

Smuggling. I like that
one. That might be it.

I knew you would.

Hey, Joe, how are you?

Hey, this is just
supposed to be a talk, Joe,

or do you want it otherwise?

Yes.

I told you I wouldn't
go to the cops.

Yeah.

And I know keeping
Lou's family alive

is very important to you.

Well, you see, Joe, we're
worried about conscience.

I mean, that could
get in our way.

So just in case, like insurance,
we're gonna include you in.

We're gonna need your boat, Joe.

We need you to
make a run for us.

No, I'm not gonna help
you. What do you think I am?

Well, I think we both
know the answer to that,

don't we, Joe?

Come on. Wise up.

You don't wanna die.

I mean, otherwise,
Lou'd still be alive, right?

Huh?

My man. Hey, what's happening?

Nothing. Steve?

Yeah. Uh, you call a
Supervisor Delgado

from Immigration?

Yeah, he call back?
Uh, he's right there.

Peter.

Hi, Steve. How are you?

Okay, how are you? Good.

You got something?

Well, it's kind of
iffy, but it may fit.

We picked up a girl
on a routine sweep.

She was working as a
domestic on Russian Hill.

Her name is Eugenia Rodriquez.

Eugenia to you.

And she speaks English,
heh, when she wants to.

She said something to our
matron about coming in by boat

from Ensenada, and
then she clammed up.

Now, it could be your
fishing-boat theory.

Transferring from a boat that
has to have Custom's clearance

to one that doesn't.

Anyway,

somebody's dragging down a
small fortune exploiting these girls.

Yeah, I've seen the reports.

Could I talk to her? Sure.

Hey, let me get a refill,

and then I'll you
give you a thumbnail

on her before you start, huh?

Now, uh... Look,

the back-story may not
be Eugenia Rodriquez's,

but I can guarantee
you that it's typical.

She gathered together all the
money she and her family had,

maybe 4 or 500 bucks.

And somebody took it and
got her across the border,

or in by boat, if
your hunch is correct.

Then she was handed over to
a fly-by-night domestic service

and hired out for
some peanut salary,

and scared her into
kicking back part of that.

That's, uh, Eugenia Rodriquez.

You got a pack of cigarettes?

Hm? Pack of cigarettes?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Thanks. Yeah.

Pronto! Move. Come on.

Hurry up.

Come on. Come on. Move it.

Come on. Vamonos. Vamonos.

Come on. Come on.

Faster. Come on. Come on.

All right, come on. Move it.

Come on.

All right, get 'em
loaded on the truck.

I'll tell Snider we're
ready to shove off.

Move it. Come on. Rapido.

Move!

Come on. Move.

Get 'em in the... Get
'em in the truck. Move.

Come in.

Ready to shove off, Mr. Snider.

There's eight in the truck,
leaves eight in the loft.

And 16 offshore on the Seraph.

Reg, you're tying up my boat.

They'll be off by
tomorrow night, okay?

Two trips in one day?

One trip, two boats.

Where'd we get another boat?

The Friendship.

Rosselli and Patruro's barge.

What?

Everything is gonna
work out all right.

Patruro's scared to death.

We've been looking around for
another boat, and now we got it.

Reg, one word to the police...

Believe me, he's in our pocket.

We leaned on him and he folded.

I mean, you talk about
scared, Mr. Snider.

Joe Patruro is the
original yellowtail.

You're not gonna do
much fishing in that outfit.

I've been to church.

I see you've got your
voltage regulator back.

You left it unlocked.

I guess you've got
a lot on your mind.

Lou getting killed.

The boat offshore.
The automatic rifle.

What automatic rifle?

Well, I noticed you already
caulked up the bullet holes.

How did they get there, Joe?

What did you see out there?

Your lights were gone.

You ran into something
you weren't supposed to see,

isn't that right?

So they took a
couple of shots at you.

Later, the same men
got here on the wharf,

and they killed Lou Rosselli.

Isn't that just about
what happened?

I can't help you, lieutenant.

Why?

Joe.

Lou Rosselli broke a
gaff hook over somebody

wearing a black wool sweater.

Right here. Right on this deck.

The lab chief found
some fibers on a...

On a broken shaft.

He radioed me ten minutes ago.

Black wool, domestic.

There was some seawater on it.

What did you guys
run into out there, Joe?

Smugglers? Dope runners?

What are you scared of?

I'm not scared of nothing.

I'm a cop, Joe, and
I say you're scared.

I see it. I sense
it. I smell it.

I don't know what it is
that's got you scared,

but why don't you
let me help you?

I'd like to help you if I can.

We were out there
running without lights.

We come upon this private
boat, smack dead in the water.

She didn't have
any lights on either.

They start shooting at us.

For no reason, they
started shooting at you?

No, no, no. They... They
were unloading, offloading.

Offloading what?

Illegals, aliens.

Did you recognize the people?

Could you get the
name off the boat?

There's nothing more I
can tell you, lieutenant.

Okay.

Okay, Joe.

How 'bout later? Uh...
Where were you then?

I was up on the wharf.

What did you see?

I saw them kill Lou.

They shot him and he drowned.

And I hid because I was
afraid they'd kill me too.

A man lives to be
almost 50 years old,

but he never knows what
he'll do when he sees death.

Nobody wants to
walk into a gun, Joe,

so don't blame yourself.

Who else is there?

The men that were here,
can you describe them?

Give me something to go on, Joe.

I didn't see them.

Joe, don't hold back on me.

Look, lieutenant,
I just told you

the worst thing one
man can tell another.

That I'm a coward and
I let my best friend die.

Joe, don't hold...

There's nothing more I
can tell you, lieutenant.

Here, here and here.

All on railroad
spurs or sidings.

Now, that includes maybe
200 separate structures, Steve.

All right, we got a
warehouse. It was vacant.

And you said that
you heard trains?

Very close.

Well, was there
any sort of schedule?

No. I don't think so.

No.

Somebody call for a cop?

Well, I called for one
about a half an hour ago,

but you know they're never
around when you need 'em.

Well, here I am.

Hello, Pete. Hi, Mike.

Oh, Lieutenant Stone,
Eugenia Rodriquez. Eugenia.

Hello.

Hello, senor.

Oh, Mike, warehouses.

Steve has been talking
to Miss Rodriquez,

and I think he's got the
leak we've been looking for.

Good. How does it read?

I think we've got everything
but the holding point.

Now, Eugenia came
up from Ensenada

on a privately owned
yacht with 20 other women

from all over South America.

She was transferred during
the night to a fishing boat,

then brought into the city.

She was hired sight unseen
by some family in Russian Hill.

Has to kick back half of
her first six months' salary

to, what is it? The
Bayside Domestic Service?

Yeah. We ran it down.

It's run by some guy by
the name of Victor Snider.

We never heard of him.

Check him through R and I? Yeah.

Yeah, we're working on that.

But Pete and I are really
concentrating on this warehouse.

It seems to be the
holding and dispersal point

for the whole outfit.

Makes sense.

Joe just told me that what
he and Lou Rosselli saw

were offloading of aliens.

Miss Rodriquez,

can you describe the
men that were on the boats

or in the warehouse?

Describe?

No.

Well, was one of them
wearing a sweater?

A black sweater?

Oh, yes. The big one.

Do you know his name?

No. No.

We didn't see them very much.

We were in the
bottom of the big boat.

How long were you
in the warehouse?

Seven days.

Seven days.

Well, where, uh...?
Where did you sleep?

We slept on the floor,
and we sat on boxes.

What kind of boxes were they?

Just little boxes.

There were many boxes
pile against the wall.

All the same.

All the same. Have to
be, like, uh... Like crates.

Crates. Vegetable,
fruit, something.

Oranges.

There was a label on the box.

On the end of the
box, a label? A name?

Del Oro.

Golden oranges.

Golden oranges.
Many, many crates.

Lee. Yeah.

See if you can get the last
address of the warehouse

for the distributor who
handles Del Oro oranges.

Okay. Should be down on Kingman.

We appreciate it very much.

Thank you very much.

Adios. Adios, senor.

Well, she goes back
to Mexico now, huh?

Yeah, and without
the 4 or 500 hundred

she paid to get here.

Not a very happy ending, is it?

No.

The minute we get a warrant,
we're gonna hit that warehouse.

What are you doing?

A letter for Miss Rodriquez.

Pete, what is it worth to you

to have a million-dollar
immigration ring handed to you?

Hey, you're a
hard act to follow.

Well, that break came
just in time for Joe.

In another day or two, he
would've been talking himself

into murder or suicide.

Yo, Paco!

What do you say, Joe?

Paco. What would she take?

Oh, about 50 gallons of diesel
in each tank. That should do it.

And some gas, huh?

For the skip? Sure.

What would it be, one
gallon, two gallons?

How about 50?

Fifty gallons of gasoline
for a diesel-engine boat?

Ah, come on, Joe,
what's the gag?

It's no gag, Paco.

I promised one of those
pleasure-boat skippers

on the islands I'd
haul a load out to him.

At least save him
a trip in, you know?

Mm-hm.

Okay.

Now, the warehouse is
at 5303 Kingman Street.

Pete here promised us
a van from Immigration.

We'll supply the rest.

I've alerted the department.

Mike. Yes.

Mike, that warehouse is
leased by the same guy

that owns the domestic
service, Victor Snider.

Anything from R and I?

Well, he's clean, except
for a speeding ticket

about two months ago.

What's the punch line?

The arrest was logged
by the harbor police.

He was driving a
60-foot yacht at the time.

Good.

You going out alone, Joe?

Yeah. There are
many guys around.

You ought to take
one of them with you.

It's okay. I'll be
working close to Norris.

Norris? Oh, Joe, he's
nobody to be throwing in with.

It's okay.

Here you go, Pac.
Joe, you don't have to.

I can put it on your tab.

Thanks. Appreciate it, Pac.

What's with the handshake
after all these years?

Are you going to the
moon or something?

It's nothing, Pac.

You're a good
friend, and I just think

you should tell people
every now and then,

okay?

Okay, Joe.

So long, Pac.

So long.

Eight-one, stakeout. Move in.

Pete, two men, front door.

Snider, cops!

Hold it!

Hold it.

Put it down.

Your name Snider?
Victor W. Snider?

It is, and I would
like to seek counsel.

Oh, sure, sure.

You're gonna need it.

Inspector Keller.

We just picked up an
urgent over the box.

The lieutenant is to call a
Paco Esquivel at the wharf.

It's about Joe
Patruro. Right, thanks.

Esquivel.

Paco, Mike Stone.

Lieutenant, I didn't
know whether to call you

or just let it ride.

Joe Patruro just
shook hands with me.

Sort of like saying goodbye.

He bought 50
gallons of gasoline.

Yeah. Go on.

The Friendship, his boat,

it's a diesel, not
gasoline powered.

And he said he was
going out all by himself.

He'd be working near a
guy named Reg Norris.

Who's Reg Norris?

Uh, some operator.

Works off the wharf, near Joe.

Uh, just a minute, Paco.

Do you know a Reg Norris?

I don't have to
answer that question.

You just did.

Paco, I think we just
made the connection.

Yeah. Where did Joe go?

He went out. First
Norris, then Joe.

About, oh, almost an hour ago.

Well, where is he now?

I have no idea, lieutenant.

All right, thanks.
We'll talk to you later.

Now, there's enough
gasoline on Joe's boat

to turn it into a Roman candle.

And I think he's
looking for your yacht.

Now, how do we radio it?

Mr. Snider, he's
going to ram your boat.

So where's Snider's boat, huh?

Look, we're not talking
about an immigration rap.

This is a homicide, all
right? So where is it?

I don't know. Honest.

Look, uh, I was only
out there once, at night.

How far?

Oh, hour and a half maybe.

On the way to the
Farallons, I think.

There's 16 women
on her. I know that.

Mike, Coast Guard's got
one of those ACV rescue units.

Let's get on that box.

Tell them to hold
on. Take 'em over.

Stone. Let's go. Douglas.

Right this way, sir.
Douglas. KELLER: Keller.

Right this...

Take your seat. Get buckled in.

As soon as you're
ready, we'll get under way.

Radar, are we all
cleared for takeoff?

Yes, sir.

I understand we're on a south
by southwest to the Farallons.

We think so. We'd like
to talk to Joe Patruro.

Is there any way?
We could give it a try.

Uh, what's the
name of the vessel?

It's called the Friendship.

Fishing vessel Friendship.

Fishing vessel Friendship.
This is Coast Guard 422.

Coast Guard 422.
Come in, Friendship.

Fishing vessel Friendship.

Fishing vessel Friendship.
This is Coast Guard 422.

He's not monitoring.

Can I try?

Coast Guard 422 to Friendship.

Joe, this is Mike Stone.

Listen to me, Joe.

Friendship, come in.

Joe?!

How fast does this thing go?

Fast.

Radar, give me your
reading on the craft's position.

Two of the blips are
about side by side now.

That'd be Norris'
boat and the yacht.

How close is the
Friendship to those two?

About two miles.

How far are we
from the Friendship?

About double that.

Hurry up.

Where's Patruro?

I'll bring her alongside.

Do you wanna talk to him
on the bullhorn, lieutenant?

Joe!

Will you listen to me, Joe?

Joe, listen to me.

Get up as close
to him as you can.

Bring it in closer. Closer.

Joe, turn it around.

Get off the boat! Jump!

Nobody else is
supposed to get hurt!

Turn it around, Joe! Damn it!

There are 16 women on that boat.

Norris, Coast Guard!

Get moving!

Let's get out of here.

Come on. Come on.

Get down off the bridge!

Arriba, arriba.

Dollar seventy.

Dollar sixty, five, $1.70.

Right. Uh, have a good day.

And, uh, don't bring
back no anchovies.

No anchovies. Hey,
Joe, you got company.

Hey, lieutenant, how are
you? Good. How are you?

Hello, inspector, how
are you? Good, good.

What brings you
guys out at this hour?

That 89-cent breakfast.

Also, we wanted to find out
how Enrico's putting up with you.

Yeah, well, he has to, you know?

He's big and strong and
dumb, like Lou and me.

Eats like a crew of
six, but he's a good kid.

He's gonna be fine.

Rico, can you stop
eating long enough

to get the boat
ready to cast off?

So how's Angelo?

He's great. Just great.

He's back in school,
gonna be a lawyer.

Lou really would've
been proud of him.

He's gonna work his
summer vacations on the boat

with Rico and me.

Uh, but what could
I tell him, right?

He's still half owner.

Listen, with a lawyer in
the family, what's to argue?

Joe, have a good catch.

You too, fellas.

Hey, and, uh, thanks, all right?

All right.

All right, so where's
this big 89-cent breakfast

I hear so much about, huh?

You order it. I'll buy.

You'll buy? Yeah.

Well, then I'm not gonna
have no 89-cent breakfast.

About a block and a half...
Well, no, wait one second...

Why you stop...? Just
because I'm ordering...

Come. Come on.
This is ridiculous.

Double orange juice.

You're paying for
it, we have 89 cents.

Now I pay for it...