All language subtitles for 13.West.Street.1962

Stop.

Run it back, please.

Stop!

There it is, see it?

All right, lights, please.

Well, boys, that's it.

I've told Paul that tomorrow morning,

you start from scratch.

You've got three months
to hand over to Washington

an RM-30 that can deliver the goods.

So for now, goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Paul.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- We can't possibly-
- Damn it,

I thought the computer
results were convincing.

Please, please, one at a time.

It could take weeks to find the bugs.

Paul, why don't you
fly Clark in from MIT?

Maybe we've all gone stale.

We'll talk about it tomorrow morning.

Eight o'clock sharp.

- Right.
- Right.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

You know, Paul, I have
a hunch the VS is off.

I'll check the printouts and let you know.

Well, if your guess about
the valve sequencing is right,

can we make the deadline?

There's always a chance.

- Let's go home, huh?
- Uh-huh.

Pity our poor wives.

From now on, it's clay
and night for months.

Poor Tracey, she hasn't
even had a honeymoon.

Good Lord, not after two years?

I am a slave driver.

We'll make the deadline, stop worrying.

Goodnight, boss. Say hello to Emily.

Same to Tracey, eight in the morning.

Right.

You stupid idiots!

Who are you
calling a stupid idiot?

That's no way to drive a car.

Are you an expert on driving?

Okay, boys, go on.

Don't tell us what to do.

Listen, don't start something.

I like to start things.

Hold him!

Look, I'm on my way to get some gas.

Why don't you find something better to do?

I'm sick of people
telling me what to do.

All night, they've been telling me,

"Go here, go there, get out."

Don't you tell me what to do, shut up!

Too bad he isn't that crummy bartender.

In the dark, they all look the same.

They sure do.

I wonder who he really is.

"Walter Sherill,

13 West Street,

"West Los Angeles."

Walter Sherill?

Him?
- What's the matter, Bill?

- I know him.
- Get back in the car.

Well, what do you know?

A credit card for everything.

When he wants gas and oil,

wants to go shopping,

when he wants a meal.

The world depends upon
characters like you, Mr. Sherill.

You're a real square.

Do just what the boss wants,
just what your wife wants.

Play it safe.

You never get sore, do you?

Come on, get sore!

That's it, Chuck, tell him.

If the speed limit's
30, I'll bet you go 30.

I bet you got a Safe Driver's Award,

haven't you, Mr. Sherill?

I don't like your kind, Mr.
Sherill, the solid citizen.

Well, well, the little wife.

I know her kind.

Hey, get him!

He has a fracture of the left leg,

also two cracked ribs
and a slight concussion.

Be thankful they didn't kill him.

They, who are they?

I don't know.

Is he going to be all right?

It'll take time.

They worked his head over on the pavement.

It might mean headaches for
a while, poor concentration.

It was a shock to the nervous system.

You can see him,

only he'll be wanting
to sleep pretty soon,

I gave him a sedative,
but don't stay long.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Hi.
- Don't try to talk.

I can't leave you out of
my sight for a moment, can I?

Fine engineer I am.

Run out of gas...

walk a block,

a bunch of kids gang up on me.

Kids?

In their teens.

Good Lord.

I'll be out of here soon.

Of course you will.

I'll drop by tomorrow night.

Trace?

I'm here.

Darling, please try and sleep.

A grown man against five boys.

I couldn't reason with them.

No reason.

I,

I felt like an animal.

Do you feel strong enough

to go over these notes just once more,

in case you remember anything else?

Yeah, go ahead.

"Five boys, teenagers.

The victim-"
- What a horrible word.

I feel like a victim.

"Victim, Walter Sherill
unable to make out faces,

but remembers the name Chuck."

The leader.

"Sherill believes boy lived
far from the scene of attack.

Robbery not a motive.

Attackers well-dressed, educated ."

Mr. Koleski, why would five boys,

evidently above-average intelligence,

probably from nice homes,
do something like this?

You mean it doesn't fit
your image of a juvenile gang?

Somehow I always think
of black leather jackets,

Levis, slums, you know,
the underprivileged.

Well, now you know better.

All right.

"Sherill remembers name Bill,
who seemed to know him."

If I could only remember who he is.

It's funny.

Well, what's funny?

Not being a parent myself as...

as yet...

I've never paid much attention to kids.

It's just funny.

Listen, if, uh,

if you're too tired, I
can come back tomorrow.

No.

"Sherill positive automobile
souped-up Mercury convertible,

four or five years old,

silver paint job, twin silver tailpipes,

and a very high antenna
with end clipped down."

And that's it.

You've got an unusual eye for detail.

If you ever want to be a detective,

I'll put a good word in for you.

No, thanks, I just
want to get back to my job.

It's rockets, huh?

Well, that must be interesting.

Myself, I have the human
element to contend with.

The bartender.

- What bartender?
- Seems they got in trouble in a bar.

He hated the bartender,

but he hated me even worse.

Why, I don't know.

You didn't happen to catch
the name of the bar, did you?

No.

All right, thank you, bye-bye.

Goodbye.

He seems very efficient.

Every time I think they
could have killed you, I.

Oh, well, it's over and done with.

We've got to try to forget.

We'll get you up and back
to work as soon as possible.

Only thing is, it
isn't over and done with.

Right now, maybe down the block,

there's a boy who knows us,

who's capable of.

Juvenile Division.

Yes, Sergeant?

Last night, about a
block away from here,

a bunch of boys beat
up a guy named Sherill.

They put him in the hospital.

Boys will be boys.

I suppose you didn't
read anything about it.

I haven't read a newspaper since 1950.

Too depressing.

It could be more depressing.

I was only kidding, Sergeant.

Well, what time did the boys come in?

What boys?

Look, they talked to a bartender,
then they ganged up on Sherill,

there's only one bar in the neighbourhood,

so don't make problems for yourself.

Gimme another beer.

Give me a minute to think.

You've got a minute to think.

Could have been the same kids.

Mm-hm.
Well, what time?

About midnight.

I didn't even have to ask for their IDs.

Just told them they were too young.

They left.

- Just like that.
- Fast.

I want to stay friendly with
the Liquor Control Board.

Well, what did they look like?

Thursday's always a busy night.

Will you stop wasting my time?

They wore sport jackets and slacks.

One kid kept handing out $10 words.

He did all the talking.

What did he look like?

Dark hair, good-lookin'.

You know, Beverly Hills, Westwood.

I can smell money, even
though I don't have any.

Did you happen
to catch any names?

No.

So nothin' happened, huh?

They just came in, you told
them to leave, and they left.

Right.

And you want to stay on good terms

with the Liquor Control Board.

Now look here, Sergeant

Look, something
happened here last night.

I don't know what it was.

They didn't like you,
they didn't like the bar,

then they took it out on
Sherill, so don't lie to me.

Okay.

There was this Mexican
and a buddy, a Coloured guy.

They had a little argument with the boys.

There's always a little argument.

What was the little argument about?

I don't know, I was up
at this end of the bar.

I just heard some yelling.

You know where I can find these two?

So help me, I don't know.

I don't even know their names.

They ain't regular customers.

Well, do me a favour, will you?

If they ever come in here again,

you get in touch with me, huh?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Sure.

Just hold everything.

I'll be back at the
office in half an hour.

You shouldn't take time off.

It was worth it just to
see you on your feet so soon.

Tracey says in another 10
days, you'll be skipping rope.

I'm getting out of here.

- What?
- I'm going back to work Monday.

Oh, easy, Walt, you
still need treatment.

We've got a deadline, remember?

Ooh, by the way, you were right.

We fed new numbers into the computer,

the error is in the valve sequencing.

Hate.

Mm?

Those boys hated me.

They kept hitting me
because they felt like it.

I'm not used to hate.

I know.

Even in the War, I didn't
hate, it was more impersonal.

But this is kind of senseless.

That's what's so horrible.

We both saw violence during the War,

but there was some sort of reason for it.

If I only knew what they looked like.

It's easier to forget
if they don't have faces.

But they have faces,

and names.

Help me up, Paul, will you?

See you Monday.

We'll let Tracey and
the doctor decide that.

I'll be all right.

You all right?

Yeah.

Busted your leg, huh?

How'd it happen, accident?

Yeah, an accident.

That's too bad.

Well, so long now.

Hi, Mom.

Hello there.

Hello, Mrs. Sherill.

How's the invalid?

At work, crutches and all.

I missed him, huh?

I'm sorry to hear that,

'cause I have a few more
questions to ask him,

but they'll have to wait.

Any luck so far?

No, ma'am, I have no luck so far.

I'm afraid that the, uh,

the long arm of the law
is still in the dark.

Mrs. Sherill?

How's about mowing your lawn?

Mr. Sherill can't keep the lawn going

with a broken leg.

How did you know that?

And our name?

Mrs. Johnson told me.

- What's your name?
- Danny.

All right, Danny.

I'll, I'll keep you in mind.

You hoping his name was Bill?

Every teenager I see
in the neighbourhood.

Oh, how about a cup of coffee?

My pleasure, could I have
it strong and black, please?

Mm-hm.

Well, we've checked and
re-checked every juvenile gang

in the downtown LA area.

There's not one of them
wouldn't give his eye teeth

for a Merc convertible,

but they'd be just as happy
to settle for a motorcycle,

believe me.
- Then if Walt was right,

and they do come from around here, maybe.

I know I haven't any business suggesting

No, go ahead.

Well, my brother's
principal at Cortez High.

Roy Baldwin's your brother?

You know him?

That's part of my job
to know the high schools in the LA area.

Well, maybe, if a Chuck or Bill at Cortez

has been in trouble recently?

That's a very interesting idea.

Would you mind if I come along?

Not at all, come along.

There are 3000 students in this school.

I'd have to ask every boy to speak up

so Walt could listen to their voices.

It's impossible.

You know I'd give anything
to be able to help.

It'd be bad enough if
it were just anybody,

but it happened to a member
of my family, and that hurts.

Have you had trouble with any students

of either name recently,

or is there any on probation?

Yes, the moment the idea came to me

that they might attend this school,

I double-checked.

Oh, a few minor offences, really trivial,

none of them committed by a Bill,

or a Chuck, or a Charles.

Well, thanks anyway.

I'm sure sorry I couldn't help.

Give my best to Walt, Sis.

I wish he hadn't gone
back to work this soon.

I do too, but thanks anyway, Roy.

Goodbye, dear.

If there's anything else I can do.

Thank you very much.

Now, why didn't Bill
come and tell me himself?

He's scared,
he doesn't want to be seen with us.

He's chicken.

He's sure it was Mrs. Sherill?

Yeah, he sees her
at the store all the time.

And they went into the
principal's office, huh?

Right, he followed them there.

How'd he know the guy was a detective?

He heard
her call him sergeant.

Well, maybe he was a soldier, huh?

Come on.

He was a cop, all right.

Sounds like the Sherills
don't know enough to quit.

They can be taught.

Good evening, ma'am.

I realise it's late to be calling.

Yes, what, what is it you want?

- May I come in?
- I asked you,

what do you want?

Well, I'm in my last
year of high school,

and I hope to go to Cal Tech next fall

and study electronics.

Please, get to the point.

Well, the only way I can go to Cal Tech

is if I get a scholarship.

Now, ma'am, I have with
me a list of magazines

I'm sure you'd be interested in.

Now, if I might come in and explain.

No!

Tracey,

you idiot.

I'm sorry. I was.

I'm gonna take you home.

You've done enough for your first day.

Tell that to the Civilian Space Agency.

Hello.

Yes, this is Mrs. Sherill.

Warning, what do you mean?

But why? Why did you do it?

We've done nothing to you.

Who are you?

No.

No, you wouldn't.

You wouldn't do that.

Hello?

Hello?

Trace?

Hello, darling.

How do you feel?

Oh, I fouled up the whole day.

What do you expect
your first day at work?

Did, uh, you invite Paul in?

No, they had a date.

Oh.

What happened?

Oh, um, silly of me.

I was all thumbs this afternoon.

I was, uh, cleaning the drapes
with the vacuum, and bang,

the darn thing went right
through the window pane.

- Uh-huh.
- I, uh,

should have cleaned it up hours ago,

but, uh, with one thing
and another, I, um.

What is it, Tracey?

Nothing. Really.

I'll, uh, I'll go and get the broom.

Here, here.

What's in your hand?

Where'd you get this?

Someone broke the
window with it just now.

I didn't want you to know.

One of those boys.

How do you know?

He told me on the telephone.

He said smashing the
window was just a warning.

What else did he say?

He said it was just the beginning

if we didn't stop helping the police.

He said we should stay out of the case or

Or what?

Walt.

I'm scared.

I know.

He wasn't angry, just the opposite.

Calm, very polite and well-mannered.

It wasn't the words,
it's what he insinuated.

What did he say?

I don't wanna talk about it.

- I've got to know, Tracey.
- Can't you imagine what he said?

He was so young, that's
what made it so horrible.

You're gonna pack your
things and go to your mother.

No.

I don't want to be 100 miles
away with you here alone.

Okay.

Here.

Juvenile.

Sergeant Koleski, please.

I've got to talk to him.

Do you know where I can reach him?

Oh, thank you.

Who are you calling now?

Headquarters, they'll send the police.

No, Walt.

- Why not?
- It'll only make matters worse.

This morning, I went with Mr. Koleski

to the high school.

One of those boys must have seen me,

and they may be watching even now.

If we bring the police here.

Wait, wait and talk to Koleski.

He'll catch those boys.

I want him to tell me that tomorrow.

- It's the works?
- That's it, Joe.

Come on, let's go.

Yes, sir?

I've been here since 8:30

waiting for Sergeant Koleski.

Oh.

Well, I'm Joe Bradford.

You can wait in here, if you like.

This is his desk.

Here, have a chair.

Thank you.

Let me help you with those.

They said he'd be here an hour ago.

Yeah. Bum guess.

Hello, Mr. Sherill.

Sergeant, a very serious
thing happened last night.

Excuse me just a minute, please.

Hello, Print Room?

This is, uh, Koleski in the
Juvenile Division, yeah.

Listen, how about the prints
on the Strauss robbery?

How long will it take
you to check them out?

All right, look, I can't
do anything till I'm sure,

so try to rush them
through for me, will you?

All right, thank you.

Be with you in just a minute.

Think you got something
on the Strauss case?

I don't know, I think I got two latents

on the cash register.

I'll be with you in a minute.
I just want to, uh, check a name.

All righty.

Now, first of all,

I want to thank you for being patient.

Now, what happened last night?

Well, Mrs. Sherill was alone,

and somebody threw this
through the window.

Was she hurt?

No, but somebody called,

and threatened her on the phone.

What kind of a threat?

He said what he'd do to
her if we helped the police.

Oh, that's rotten.

Will you do me a favour, please?

Would you tell her that I'm sorry?

I want results, not sympathy.

Hello, Cliff, listen,

put a 24-hour patrol car in
the Sherill neighbourhood.

What good does that do?

Well, they'll cover your house

two or three extra times a night.

What? Yeah, okay.

Check, fine, bye-bye.

I don't know who the boy was that called,

but he must've been stupid,

because now we know one of them

goes to the Cortez High School.

How about the other four?

We've checked every
high school in the area,

but we haven't got much to go on,

there's 16,000 boys, and what have we got?

We got two common names, the
one is Chuck, and one is Bill.

Meanwhile, they're on the loose.

What about the convertible?

Whoever owns it hasn't
been driving it lately.

- So they're just gonna get away with it?
- No, Mr. Sherill,

they're not just going
to get away with it.

- We will find them.
- When?

Look, I can understand
you being disturbed

by the phone call,
but you'll have to be patient.

I consider your case very important,

but I have to consider the
cases of all the other people.

I don't know what to say to you, you know?

All I can say is that we will do

whatever is humanly possible,

and we will find them sooner or later.

When's that?

Hello, yeah, Koleski here.

Yes, yes, oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Yes, Mrs. Duffy.

Yes, we
think we've got the boy.

Yeah, yeah.

No, we do not have the fur coat, no.

No, no, will you excuse me?

Would you please be kind
enough to come down here

about nine o'clock tomorrow morning?

It's a matter of identification,

and a little investigation, all right?

Thank you very much, Mrs. Duffy.

Bye-bye.

- Good morning, Walt.
- Good morning.

- Hi, Walt.
- Good morning.

Well, I'm sorry.

I went to headquarters.

If you're thinking of
joining the police force,

I can help you, I have connections.

I said I was sorry.

Don't get your back up.

If you showed up two hours late,

because you had to see your
doctor, I could understand.

But with our deadline,

it's a waste of your time and energy

to stick your head inside
every police department door.

Last night, one of those
boys smashed a window,

and threatened Tracey.
- But why?

To make us drop the case.

I went to the detective, but
he's getting nowhere fast.

Walt, detection is a
slow and difficult process.

You've got to take it
easy, give him a chance.

Here, let me help you, Mr. Sherill.

Well, thanks.

Working, uh, late these nights.

Uh-huh.

Police find those kids yet?

Don't hold your breath.

Don't touch me!

Hey, what's your name, Dad?

- Sherill.
- Well, okay, Sherill.

Hey, you're pretty sharp.

Was that chick swingin'?

You like 'em 16, eh?

Well, me too.

Well, why don't
you just tell that judge

it was all a mistake.

Tell him you thought she was 17.

Hey, even a bum leg can't stop him.

Hey, come on, come on, Sherill.

Give us the lowdown.

Sherill, Walter Sherill!

How come
you didn't make the scene

with that broad?

Okay, Mitch.

I was in bed when they
called, so I'm half asleep.

I'd like to get a cup
of coffee, all right?

Come on.

Come on.

Thank you, Mitch.

- So long, Pete.
- Yep.

Sometime in the middle
of the night you, uh,

you try double-talking a 16-year-old girl

who's got all the wrong
ideas why you chased her.

I don't know, maybe, maybe
I'm in the wrong profession.

I should have been a, a lawyer.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

You left no stone
unturned to make it tough.

I've told you I'm grateful.

Well, don't be too grateful,

because I did it more for
your wife than for you.

You've got a legitimate
gripe, I'll grant you,

but I have a secret for you.

You see, this city pays me for a job

that you have no experience to handle.

All right, I'll stay out of it.

You better stay out of it,

or you're gonna wind up right in a cell.

You understand that?

If that sounds tough, so be it.

All right, come on.

I'll sign you out.

I did one good thing tonight.

And what was that?

I threw away my crutches.

Pretty slow, huh?

Oh, yeah.

I have checked and rechecked 43 names
in eight high schools,

and I have come up with
one potential killer.

- I wish I could help you.
- You're a Dodger fan,

aren't ya?
- You know it.

Well, what are you doing tonight?

- Why?
- Here.

Hey.
Only one?

What do you want, the ballpark?

Thanks, what are you doing tonight?

Me, sir, I'm gonna sit
here and play detective.

- Lots of luck.
- Yeah, thank you.

Goodnight.

How about this?

Sherill's blown his stack again.

Say, that guy's dangerous.

He could hurt somebody.

One thing for sure,
warnings don't mean a thing to him.

Well, we're just gonna be
a little more persuasive.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello, Trace.

I'm glad you're back, this
wind gave me the jitters.

How'd it go today?

Mm, Logan and the rest hid the papers.

I guess they were trying to be polite.

No, I think they were
just being thoughtful.

Try and relax, darling.

I'm gonna make you a
drink, something fancy.

Let me go!

You make another sound, Mr. Sherill,

I'll break your other
leg, I'll do the talking.

I read about you in the
papers, Mr. Sherill.

You're lucky it was the wrong convertible.

By the way, it isn't silver anymore.

Let me up!

I'll let you up all right.

I'm trying to persuade
you to forget we exist.

If I don't, what'll you do, kill me?

I might.

I haven't tried that yet, I might like it.

Walt, Walt!

Let's go!

No, no, Mr. Koleski.

Thank heavens he's all right.

Yes, of course, I know you're
doing everything you can.

All right, I'll get him.

Goodbye. Officer.

Thank you.

Yes, Sergeant?

Yes, we covered the grounds.

You guessed it, not even a button.

I'll get the report right in.

Thank you, Sergeant, goodnight.

What's he gonna do?
Put a fleet of cars in the neighbourhood?

Mr. Sherill, I read about
what you did last night.

A 100 to one,

that's the reason those
boys let you have it again.

You boys certainly stick together.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

I've got to find out who Chuck is.

What makes him tick.

The other boys are puppets.

Chuck's the leader.

I've got to find him.

- Why?
- So I can do to him

So you can do what to him?

Hey, you!

My name is Sherill.

Yes?

Mean anything to you?

- No, sir.
- Are you sure?

No, sir, it doesn't.

How'd you get this?

Playing baseball, why?

When did it happen?

I could ask, mister, what
business it is of yours.

When did it happen?

Cool it, mister.

Did I hit you with my cane?

Stop crowding, mister.

You, uh, still working
for the Department?

You'd better talk to this boy.

Flipsville!

We got your report last night,

and we've looked into all the absentees.

I've checked this boy out.

You'd better go home, Mr. Sherill.

Boy, he sure is bugged.

Koleski, Juvenile Division.

I want to ask you a couple of questions.

What about?

You remember a beef you
had a couple of weeks ago

with five boys that came in here?

Beef?

We don't know anything about
any beef, do we, Manuel?

Now, don't try to make
trouble for us, mister.

You just tell me what I want to know,

and there won't be any trouble.

You came to the wrong guys.

Look, don't waste my time.

I want information on the
five boys you roughed up.

Now, in case you don't know it,

they took it out on a guy named Sherill,
they almost killed him.

I want you to tell me what you remember.

Well, what'd they do,
call you dirty names?

Aw, come on, fellas,
don't you think I still use my fist

when a wise guy calls me a Polack?

Yeah, they started laying
their tongues on us, real dirty.

Maybe we shoved them around a little.

You remember what they looked like?

Only the one that did all the talking.

You know, one of those pretty
boys trying to act tough.

Mm-hm, did they call each other by name?

Hey, look, suppose you find them,

they get a lawyer, and with their dough

Wait a minute, whoa now look,

did they call each other by names?

Did you hear any names, yes or no?

Well, uh, one boy...

uh, the others called him Bush.

You're sure of that?

Yeah, his name is Bush.

His name is Everett Bush.

He lives somewhere between your
neighbourhood and Westwood.

I questioned the boy, but
he's got a cast-iron alibi.

It's his parents, they back
up everything the boy says.

He's never done anything worse

than steal a couple of hubcaps.

He's never been in a
corrective institution.

So when you listen to him talk,

his voice better ring a bell.

Wait a minute, now wait a minute.

Before you go into the
interview room, remember this,

that you are talking to a juvenile.

You are not dealing with
a fugitive from Alcatraz.

All right, let's go.

Mr. Sherill, this is Mr. and Mrs. Bush,

and this is, uh, Everett Bush.

I'm perfectly willing to cooperate,

but would you mind getting this over with

as fast as you can?

I have an important conference at 11.

Ask him something.

What's your name?

Everett Bush.

And where were you on May 17th,

between the hours of 10:30 and 11 PM?

- I was home.
- What makes you so sure?

Because that was Thursday,

and I always stay at home and watch TV

with my parents on Thursday nights.

He certainly does,
that happens to be our

- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry.

Do you want him to keep talking?

No, no.

All right, that's it, you can go now,

and I want to thank you
all for your cooperation.

You call persecuting
a child cooperation?

Just because of Everett's
little prank last year.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, son.

Everett.

Do you know a boy called Chuck?

Well, there are 10 or 20
guys at school we call Chuck.

- You know the one I mean.
- No, sir.

I don't know who you're
talking about, Mr. Sherill.

You've heard my name
before, haven't you?

Yes, sir.

How?

Well, it was in the paper
about how you chased that car,

only it was the wrong one.

That's enough, thank you.

His parents are lying.

- He's one of them.
- Even if you're right,

unless you can walk into court of law,

and swear that you recognise the boy,

the judge will laugh you out of the room.

Why can't you get him
to admit he's one of them?

What do you want me to do?

Do you want me to use brass
knuckles on the parents,

and a rubber hose on the boy?

What do you intend to do?

I don't know.

If he's one of them,
he'll lead us to Chuck,

and Chuck will lead us to the rest.

How long will that take?

I don't know how long
it'll take, Mr. Sherill!

Unfortunately, I am not one
of your computing machines,

and I cannot tell you
the exact day or week.

Listen, I don't know if you want justice,

or some kind of a twisted vengeance.

As I understand it, Mr. Sherill,

you want me to flush 'em out of the bush,

so you can, uh, shoot 'em down.

Yes, we're all hunters, you see,

and the city is the jungle.

It's a curious fact that when the hunted

is finally caught by the hunter,

it is nearly always

because he has contributed
to being caught.

So we deploy, we circle,

we wait downwind, we make no move.

Soon our quarry helps us.

Do you know a detective
in Juvenile called Koleski?

Indeed, I do. Fine man.

You sound like him.

Thank you.

He sits downwind and waits.

I want you to catch them, soon.

Yes, Mr. Sherill, absolutely.

Everett Bush is the only lead we have.

Keep a tail on him for 24
hours a day, if you have to.

I understand, Mr. Sherill.

Mr. Watkins.

Paul, I'm, I'm sorry.

Because you had to be
at headquarters at nine,

we shoved the staff
meeting back till 10:30.

I did this just so you
could read your report.

Have you got it finished?

No, not yet.

I phoned headquarters.

You left there at 10.

It's now 1:30.

I, uh, had some errands to do.

Well, Paul and I agree
that lately you've had,

uh, too many errands to do.

We also feel that perhaps
you came back to work

a little too soon after the accident.

You may as well know.

We're flying Clark in from MIT.

Take a few months off,
Walt, and get some rest.

And don't worry, we'll
keep your office open,

and send you your weekly check.

Yes, sir.

You're learning fast.

Was that between the eyes or in the heart?

You don't understand.

Oh, but I do, you're
learning how to shoot boys.

They're not boys, they're killers.

Put that thing down, Walt.

You've no more business
with a gun than I have.

What's happening to you?

I want to be ready for the next time.

- Hello, Mr. Sherill.
- Come on in.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hello, Mr. Koleski.

Hello, Mrs. Sherill.

I, uh, I have some photographs

I want you to look at here.

These are advance proofs for
the copies of the yearbook

at Cortez and Northside High School,

and they're all friends of Everett Bush.

There you are.

You know any of 'em?

No.

Do you know him?

No, uh, for a second I thought I did.

No, I, uh, I don't know any of them.

Hello.

Oh, yes.

Thank you. Koleski.

At last we've got something
on the Sherill case.

That Bush kid spent two hours last night

visiting a friend at, uh,

2200 Garcia Road in Bel Air.

Go ahead.

The family name is Landry

and his name is Charles, but
nobody calls him Charles.

They all call him Chuck.

And to make it tighter,
the kid goes to Cortez.

Okay, that's nice work.

I'll get on it right
away, thanks a lot, Joe.

Any news?

No, sir, nothing that has
anything to do with you.

Well, I'll be going along.

Thank you very much.

- Goodbye, Mr. Sherill.
- Good bye.

- Good bye.
- Bye-bye.

Well, I, uh, guess I'd
better make up a shopping list.

Before we get domestic,
tell me who that boy is.

What are you talking about?

You say I've changed?

Well, you've changed.

Hiding things from me.

Now, one boy can lead us to the others,

then it'll be all over.

Who's that boy?

This time you're going
to stay out of it, Walt.

Tracey, we've never had any secrets.

How do you think I feel

when you're whispering behind
my back to that flatfoot?

Now, who's the boy?

I don't know.

You're lying, Trace!

You never lied to me before.

I just want to talk to the boy.

His name's Bill Quinn.

And he works at Schaeffer's
drugstore after school.

462, 65,

75, 85,

95, 5.

Thank you, madam.

Hello, Mr. Sherill,
what can I do for you?

I'd like to talk to Bill Quinn.

Well, he's around somewhere. Bill!

You order something he didn't deliver?

Maybe I can take care of it for you.

No, it's a personal matter.

Wait here, please.

Well, he must have gone
out on some deliveries.

His motorbike is gone, he'll be back soon.

- Mr. Schaeffer?
- Yes, Mrs. Allen?

If this gentleman doesn't
mind, I'm in a hurry.

Excuse me, Mr. Sherill, yes, Mrs. Allen?

Now I want one large bottle of peroxide,

and a box of short emery boards,

and, um, a long comb,
and, um, some lipstick.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Chuck, darling, this
is Sergeant Koleski.

- Hello, Sergeant.
- Hello. How are you?

I want to ask you a few questions.

Sure, fire away.

Do you remember where you
were between 10:30 and 11

the night of May 17th?

Heavens, they
actually talk that way.

- Do you remember?
- May 17th.

That's a long time ago,
how could I remember?

Well, try, it was a Thursday.

Thursday, I was probably studying.

Probably?

Well, it was examination week.

I remember I had a French exam Friday.

If you want me to make it definite,

yes, I was definitely home studying.

You sure you weren't with your friend,

Everett Bush, that night?

I only go to school with Everett Bush.

I seldom spend evenings with him.

Well, he was here last night.

To borrow a book.

Uh, what's Everett done, Sergeant?

Well, ma'am, we can't say
he's done anything officially,

we're just trying to link him to five boys

that attacked and beat up
a man named Walter Sherill.

Why Everett?

Imagine
Everett beating anybody.

Mother's right.

It's hard to believe,
he frightens so easily.

So easily a friend of his

might make him do anything he wanted,

like attacking and beating up strangers?

I couldn't say, I don't
know Everett that well.

He says he doesn't know you at all.

You must have mixed him
up, certainly he knows me.

What kind of car do you drive?

- T-Bird.
- Convertible?

No.

Any other questions, Sergeant?

No.

I'd just like to thank you for
your, uh, your cooperation.

Bye-bye.
- Goodbye, Sergeant.

Very interesting.

What?

The misconception I
had about detectives.

He's really very well-mannered.

Chuck, why did you tell
him all those lies?

Mother, you
don't tell cops the truth.

Tell Powell I'll be
ready for another one

by the time he gets here with another one.

Finney.

Oh, hello, dear.

No, I can't say about dinner yet.

Well, that's the trouble
with tailing kids these days.

They don't keep regular hours.

Yeah, you go ahead without me, dear.

I'll, uh, I'll heat
something up when I get home.

Yes, see you later, bye-bye.

What is it now?

Sherill just came into the store.

Keep watching the
game, don't talk so loud.

Don't be in such a sweat.

I heard him ask the boss for me.

I ran out the back way.
- Why?

Well, he must know I
was with you that night.

He'll tell the police,
they'll ask me questions.

Oh, look, you know how
easy I get mixed up.

I just had a visitor from downtown.

Do you see me getting scared?

I can't, can't handle
people the way you do.

Good shot!

Look, supposing they pick me up,

supposing they bring me to headquarters.

Supposing Sherill identifies me?

He can't.

You were hiding in the car the first time,

you weren't even there the second.

Well, then, Then why
did he come to the store?

To buy aspirin, who cares?

But if you so much as say a
word to Sherill or anybody else,

I'll promise you one thing,
you'll wish you were dead.

Your own aunt won't recognise
you after I'm done with you.

Now get out of here.

Hey,
Chuck, how about doubles?

Sure. Let's go.

Hello, you looking for me?

Are you Bill's mother?

Do I look like a mother?

No, I'm Bill's aunt.

Took him in when his folks died.

You, uh, one of his school teachers?

No, my name's Sherill,
I want to talk to him.

Well, you'll find him
at Schaeffer's drugstore.

I was there, he's not working.

Well, maybe he is home.

Come on in.

Um.

Billy!

Billy boy!

Ow.

Billy, somebody's here to see you!

Nope, he's not home.

Well, I'll wait.

Uh, well, see, I, um,

I don't know what time, uh, he'll be back.

I mean, I've given up

trying to keep track of him.

Oh, you know, not that he's a bad boy.

Well, he has to come home for dinner.

Uh, well, maybe he will, maybe he won't.

Look, why don't you
just leave your number,

and I'll have him call you
when he gets back, huh?

No, could he, uh, be
out in the backyard?

Now, look, I shouted
loud enough, didn't I?

What's the mystery?

I mean if he's in trouble, I
got a right to know about it.

- Don't I?
- Any idea where he could be?

You know I'm gonna be
real honest with you.

I think you've got a lot of nerve,

because I don't even know you.

Now, I got a lot of things
to do, so why don't you just,

why don't you just go,
and come back later, hm?

All right.

His motorbike's out there.

He's here.

Where's his room?

Well, maybe he's taking a nap.

I'll, uh, I'll go wake him up.

Billy!

Billy!

Billy!

Get away, will you!

Open the door!

What did you have to do with this?

I asked you a question.

I wanted to talk to him.

I didn't know him.

I never met him.

But you had something
to do with it.

I know.

Boy, I hope you sleep well tonight.

Look, you, uh, bring
in the other Bush kid,

and I'll pick up Chuck Landry,

because I think we have enough on him

to break him down.
- Okay.

- Sergeant.
- Yes, Mr. Sherill?

I went to the store, he wasn't there.

His aunt thinks that I

Look, if it makes you
feel any better, you see,

you probably weren't the
only one he saw today.

He went to Chuck for help, and
Chuck didn't give him help,

because Chuck wouldn't
give help to anybody.

Chuck?

Yeah, we, uh, we found
this on Bill's body.

C doesn't stand for Bill.

You got him?

Maybe, I hope so.

You know who he is, arrest him.

Look, Sherill, a boy just
killed himself in there.

Do you understand that?
So don't push me, and don't get me sore.

Just do yourself a favour, and
do me a favour, and go home.

I have an arrangement with my son.

He doesn't ask me where I'm
going and I don't ask him.

You know when he'll be back?

- Not till after the weekend.
- Mm-hm, what car did he take?

I imagine his own.

What's the licence plate number?

I'm not too familiar with the law, Mr. uh?

- Koleski. Koleski.
- Mr. Koleski,

but I'm pretty sure I
don't have to stand here,

and answer any of your questions.

When you wish to make a
formal charge against my son,

let me know so I can call
my attorney, goodnight.

Pick up the Bush kid?

He's done the vanishing act.

I would call his parents un-cooperative.

I know, I got the same
treatment from Landry.

- Straighten your tie.
- Why?

You got a visitor out
in the interview room.

- Who?
- Mrs. Sherill.

She looked a little beat,
so I ordered up some coffee.

Okay.

Thanks, Joe.

Now give me the gun.

Come on, Sherill, you
want to get in trouble?

Give me the gun.

I thought it was somebody else.

Come on.

What's he doing here?

Where have you been?

I had to talk to someone.

About what?

Don't you know, Walt?

Don't you really know?

Hello.

What?

How many?
Two?

One of them is the Bush kid.

Yeah, I tailed them here from a movie.

It's the, uh, parking
lot for the tennis club.

They're waiting for
someone, that's a cinch.

A car just drove up.

There's a third kid.

You stay there until I get there.

Now, why don't you stay with your wife?

Mind your own business.

Are you trying to push
me out of your life, Walt?

Use your head, Sherill,
and listen to her.

Please.

You told, uh, headquarters
you were home watching TV.

Can you get your folks to stick to that?

They'll say anything that makes it easy.

Good, what about you?

I was at the drive-in.

Okay, pick out a drive-in,
find out what was playing.

The actors, story, everything.

Sure, Dad.

I'm gonna see Finney.

Sherill, either I come with you,

or I'm going to book you for
interference with the law.

You take one step out
of that door without me,

and you're going to wind up
in jail, and I mean that.

Okay.

You can't wait to get at 'em, can you?

You don't understand.

Depends how much you're willing to lose.

I'm not losing anything.

You may wake up tomorrow morning,

and find out differently.

- What do you mean?
- Well, in my work,

I see a lot of marriages.

I see some good and some not so good.

But love, well,

that is a commodity that
is scarce on the market.

Get to the point.

The point is that
somewhere inside of you,

you must have a heart,
otherwise your wife couldn't love you.

So?

So I'd advise you to turn
back into a human being

before you lose her.

Finney must be tailing them.

Maybe he called my house.

Well, let's get to a phone.

Hello?

Uh, this is Finney,
has Mr. Sherill left?

He and Mr. Koleski left some time ago.

Haven't they arrived yet?

I couldn't wait.

The boys are headed up Doheny Canyon.

I'm not sure, but they
may have spotted me.

They've speeded up.

We're just coming to Mountaintop Road now.

Please hang on, Mrs. Sherill.

He's following us, all right.

I don't like it.

Don't worry.

Who is he?

What's he tailing your car for?

It's my convertible they're looking for.

Maybe he's some smart-off.

Whoever he is, watch me lose him.

Hey, Dad, better take
these curves slower.

I'm driving, shut up.

Chuck, easy, I ain't ready to die.

I know this road like
the palm of my hand.

Watch this.

God, he went over.

Hey, come back!

Are you crazy, Tommy!

Come on.

Operator, get the police, quickly, please.

The line's busy.

I think he's dead!

Boy, he sure looks it.

I don't even know him.

He's a private investigator
hired by that no-good.

Should have taken better
care of him the last time.

Chuck, we can't stay here!

Shut up!

What are you taking that for?

Mind your own business.

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

There's gonna be a mob
when they see that fire.

Come on.

Yeah.

Let's go.

It's ringing.

Hello.

Oh, Walt.

What, wrecked, how do you know?

Finney cracked up.

On Mountaintop Road.

We'll get right up there.

Did you call the police?

I'll let you know.

Who does he think he is?

I warned him.
I told him to leave me alone.

I'm scared, we killed him.

We killed him just like you killed Bill!

People die who deserve to die.

Bill was chicken.

You see that fat jerk lying there dead?

Looked like a rag doll, fat jerk.

He deserved to die.

Stop talking crazy.

Don't you like it?

Anybody who doesn't like
it my way can get out now.

Take it easy, Chuck.

Don't you ever tell me what to do.

Get out!

Both of you!

Out!

3875, repeat
the location and stand by.

Six on radio station, 79 from here.

648, 648 in Central.

Listen, I want an all-points
on Landry and Bush right now.

Get going.

Now take it easy.

He was dead when we got here.

Oh, just a minute, Walt.
There's someone at the door.

Tracey?

Tracey?

Tracey!

Answer me!

Don't scream, Mrs.
Sherill, just be cooperative.

You're Chuck.

How'd you know?

The others wouldn't have the nerve
to come barging in here

with the police looking
everywhere for them.

Stay with that thought.

Yes, the others are chicken.

I'm not.

You'll never guess where I got this,

from that half-wit your husband hired.

- Finney?
- Yes.

He doesn't need it anymore.

Sit down, Mrs. Sherill.

Sit down!

- What do you want?
- Three guesses.

- No, please.
- Not you, Mrs. Sherill.

Your husband.

You can see that he's not here.

Just relax.

He may not be in for hours.

And I'm young, I never worry about time.

- I can wait all night.
- Why?

Mr. Sherill wouldn't leave me alone.

He kept interfering.

Sherill just took off in a squad car.

All right, I'll check
back with you later.

You make me a drink.

Get yourself a glass, drink with me

I'll stand right here.

He'll open the door and he'll say.

What's your name?

Tracey.

"Tracey darling," he'll say,

and then I'll.

It's funny.

I don't understand.

I don't understand about love.

Look, you'll have to kill me too.

I know who you are.

I'll tell Detective
Koleski, he knows you.

You have no proof.

No one can prove I was
even near this house tonight.

- You're not very bright.
- Look out, Mrs. Sherill.

In fact, I'd go so far
as to say you're stupid.

I'm warning you, Mrs. Sherill!

Your fingerprints are on the doorknob

Your fingerprints are on that glass.

If you lay a hand on Walt,

you'll be caught inside of 10 minutes.

Now, Chuck, you're behaving
like a stupid child.

Stupid? A child?

You know, I had a choice from
the minute I walked in here,

and took one look at you.

Yes, the minute I saw
you, I liked the idea.

I liked the idea a lot.

But I put it aside, first things first.

Well, now I've changed my mind.

I'll show you what a child I really am.

No, no!

2200 Garcia.

He's alive.

Thank God.

Come on, take him home.

Go on, take him home.

All right, now get me the
kid's mother from the house,

will you?