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Nobody even looks tense.

Anybody who can read a newspaper has got to be tense.

I don't know, I remember when I was at Berkeley.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

You were there during the riots, weren't you?

Yeah.

Those were rough times.

But I remember there could be a major confrontation going on,

just a hundred yards away and there'd be couples

sitting on the grass like nothing in the world was wrong.

Well, like they say.

The beat goes on.

Yeah. Let's just hope those shots last week

were the end of it.

I do too.

Well, we'll hang in there till 9:00

and then get another unit to relieve us.

All right, get out of here. Clear the area!

Move! Run!

Call an ambulance right away.

Set up a blockade six blocks in all directions.

Art, come here.

Flank that car there. Watch your fire.

This place is crawling with kids.

And Steve's in there!

Steve! Where is he?

He went out between us.

Start combing out the other floors.

Mike!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Where'd the shots come from?

Well, it had to happen sooner or later.

This man's dead.

You say he only took one bullet?

Apparently. Of course,

we'll need a complete autopsy to be sure.

You figure it was the same guy out there today

that took the shots last week?

Won't know until we get the ballistics' report.

And no trace of him?

Nope, not yet.

That's the wife.

Which one?

The taller one.

The other's her sister-in-law.

Rough on both of them.

But at least she wasn't alone.

You want to talk to her now?

No, no, no. Let's give her a while.

Hard to take, isn't it?

A kook with a gun.

He brings down a man like David Shaninger.

Did you know him?

I know his books.

That's where I know the name. Sure.

David Shaninger. That's right.

Don't let the titles turn you off.

His work was solid.

My psych professor in med school said Shaninger

was one of a half a dozen at the top.

Well.

I'll get the autopsy report to you as soon as we have it.

Okay, doc. Thanks a lot. Thanks, doc.

Lieutenant. Inspector.

Hey, what goes with these titles that he was talking about?

You ever read the Times book review?

We got good newspapers in San Francisco.

What do I have to read book reviews from back east for?

It's my city too. It's just the Times

did a big spread on Shaninger just a couple of weeks ago.

Okay. Okay. The answer to your question is no.

Now will you answer mine?

He had at least two bestsellers.

He must have made a lot of money.

But you can't remember the titles.

I remember the title of the last book, yeah, it was called Sex.

Oh, that's very good. Very inventive.

It had some long erudite subtitle, like, uh,

A Psychologist's View of its Role in Society Today.

Something like that.

But it's just listed as Sex?

That's right. Sex.

I think I'll wait for the movie. Okay.

He was a professor at the university, eh?

Part-time, yeah. He also had his own private practice.

And he must have had a lot of dough stacked away.

You don't buy houses on Valeria Drive with GI loans.

One of us better talk to Shaninger's wife.

The other one better talk to the girl

and see what she has to tell us.

Which one would you like?

You're giving me a choice?

Oh, Christ.

After you.

No, no, no, no. A-After you.

Couldn't you let it ring through? It's urgent.

All right. Um,

would you please have him call 555-3417?

Yeah, he'll know who it is.

And would you please tell him that I'll be there

in about half an hour.

Okay, thank you.

Hi. Hi.

How you feeling? Well, I'll never be able

to defend my arm wrestling championship. But I'm fine.

Good. Would you mind if we talked a little bit?

Sure, I don't know what I can tell you.

Well... Coffee? Yeah, thank you.

Where were you coming from this morning?

The library. And you were going...?

Home. Home.

How do you like it? Oh, black's fine, thanks.

Did you see anything unusual when you were crossing campus?

No. I guess I know how it feels

to be struck by lightening though.

I was walking along and the next thing I knew,

I was on the ground.

Miss Dunnigan, can you think...

Excuse me, it is Dunnigan, is that right?

Peggy. Peggy. Thank you.

Can you think back over the last, uh, couple of weeks?

Have you had a run-in with anybody?

I don't know what you mean.

Well, we gotta assume the guy just snapped,

but it's possible he might have seen you around campus.

Maybe even knew you.

Some guy who dug you.

You didn't like him. Something like that.

No, no. There's nothing.

Did anyone see him? No.

All we know is he moved pretty fast

to get to Everly Street in time.

In time for what?

I'm sorry, I thought you knew. After he hit you,

he went down to Everly Street and killed Professor Shaninger.

You know him?

No. Uh... Well, by... By reputation.

I mean, e-everyone on campus did.

You sure he's dead?

Yes.

It still seems so unreal.

Vera had just come down from Seattle

and we'd taken a ride up to Muir Woods.

She'd never seen them.

And when we came home, we found the police car waiting.

I knew something terrible had happened.

Mrs. Shaninger, can you tell me,

was there anything... Anything unusual

in the daily routine of your husband's life recently?

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

I think I do.

How can you think this is anything

but a maniac on the loose, lieutenant?

Well, that's exactly what we think it is, but, uh,

well, we have to check out all the possibilities, you know.

David didn't have any enemies.

He didn't have any problem with his patients?

Unusual mail, telephone calls?

Anything at all?

I don't think so.

You're welcome to go through his mail.

He had a telephone answering service, of course.

I'm sure that all of his calls would be recorded there.

Uh, it was the Procom Exchange.

Procom.

Well, thank you for your, uh, cooperation,

and I know how difficult it must be for you at this time.

I'll do anything I can.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Uh-huh.

Right.

Well, then could you get back to me

as soon as possible please?

That's right.

Right, Inspector Keller.

Okay, thank you very much. Okay, bye.

How's the girl? She's okay.

Get her story?

Yeah. Yeah, just a coed crossing campus.

Name's Peggy Dunnigan. Twenty, no parents.

She couldn't come up with any reason

for being singled out of the crowd.

Well, that's her story. What's yours?

I don't know. I thought I picked up on something.

I'd have to know her better to be sure.

You hold it right there.

You do your getting acquainted routines on your own time.

Come on, will you? What's the reaction?

When I mentioned Shaninger she seemed to take it awfully hard.

You said he was a celebrity on the campus, didn't you?

Right, right. That's probably all it was.

Okay, you called in about that Procom Exchange?

Yeah, I did. I talked with them.

Here's a list of Shaninger's phone calls

for the last two weeks.

Anything interesting?

Don't know yet. Looks like mostly routine

business calls from patients.

Check 'em out? I'm working on it.

Odds are we're spinning wheels.

You can't hit it big by playing the odds buddy boy.

You can waste a lot of energy and time bucking them, Mike.

I've got the time. You've got the energy.

Okay, guru, okay.

Since you've obviously taken some time

to work up a case for premeditation,

will you answer me the big one?

If this guy killed Shaninger for a reason, right?

Why does he run the risk of shooting

at an innocent girl first?

You... You know something I don't know, don't you, huh?

The ballistics report?

Same gun. Both hits.

Same as the casings you found?

Yeah, military weapon. M-16 type.

Homicide. Inspector Keller.

Yeah. Yeah. Go ahead please, will you?

Yeah, could you give it to me now please?

Right.

I see.

Okay, well, thank you very much. Goodbye.

Say, what's this entry: 555-3417? Just a number?

Yeah, I had the, uh, telephone company checking it.

That was the call. You got it?

It's an unlisted number in the New Coronet Apartment building

for David Shaninger. His wife tell you anything about

him having an apartment in town? No.

Someone was at Shaninger's apartment,

and wanted him to call there.

Say, maybe you just saved us a lot of legwork, buddy boy.

Get on that phone. I'll take the extension.

Ringing.

Hello?

Uh, excuse me, I think I may have the wrong number.

To whom am I speaking?

Who do you want?

Peggy Dunnigan.

This is she.

Hey, she's living pretty good for no parents.

Miss Dunnigan.

I started to run. I got all the way to the elevator.

Did you see Professor Shaninger today?

No.

Peggy, how long have you known him?

About a year.

There was a "Meet the Professor" coffee hour at the union.

And I met him.

Did you know he was married?

Yes. But it didn't matter.

Even his age was attractive to me.

Or maybe especially his age.

Well, then what you're saying is that, uh,

this was a sort of, um, a father-daughter relationship?

No.

I just meant that I think I needed maturity

and I know that David needed youth.

This place was for him. It wasn't anything I cared about.

I used to live at the Wildbrook Center.

But David didn't like the swinging singles atmosphere,

so he leased this.

He loved the view.

He used to say if we had to choose

between a view and a nice building,

he'd be quite happy to live in a plastic bag.

But you didn't care for it.

What was it that you did care for?

An education.

Some girls get jewels, furs, cars.

David was putting me through college.

It isn't as sordid as it sounds.

Not really. I mean... I loved him.

Or at least I thought I did for a while.

You didn't pack all these boxes today did you?

No. We broke up three days ago.

Why was that?

Uh... I'm getting married.

To somebody else?

Well, now, Miss Dunnigan. Um...

Excuse me, but, um, I know that, uh,

young people look at things a little differently

from when I was your age...

It's all right. I know how it sounds.

It sounds that way to me too.

But it isn't. It's just...

Peggy, sit down for a second, will you?

You know, we're not here, uh, judging you.

We're trying to get a sniper.

The shooting couldn't have anything to do with it.

It couldn't. It was just a freaky coincidence.

Well, then tell us, why you break up with Shaninger now?

I used to date someone who went overseas.

And, uh, it seemed to end when he went away.

Then when he got back from Hanoi, I...

He wrote me and I wrote him.

And eventually I went down to San Diego to see him.

And suddenly my relationship with David seemed all wrong.

So... Hanoi?

He was a POW?

Yes.

There's no reason for him to find out, is there?

I don't want him to know now.

Not after what he's been through.

It's not necessary. I'm just gonna need his name though.

Alan Melder.

His address?

The Naval Hospital.

Balboa Park. San Diego.

He's a captain in the Marine Corps.

Okay, thank you very much.

Marine captain.

And an M-16, huh?

You know, there is a possibility it was just a wild coincidence.

I mean, both of them getting picked off like that.

Would you believe that if you read it

in one of those Times book reviews of yours?

No. No. Of course not.

Tell you what. You take the car.

You talk to Shaninger's wife again.

I'll go back to headquarters and see what I can dig up on Melder.

Hey, easy.

Right. Oh, swing by Tony's on the way back.

Tony's, no, Mike. Come on. Oh, come on, come on.

They should pay you.

Briant Street.

Don't forget Tony's.

How dare you come here making accusations like that!

Mrs. Shaninger, I'm not making accusations,

I'm only trying to fill in the gaps.

By telling me my husband was keeping another woman?

I only said he was paying the rent on an apartment.

That's all. The gall.

Trying to tie him to that Wildbrook crowd,

making scurrilous insinuations.

I'm not insinuating anything, ma'am, I'm only trying to find...

I don't know how much more I can take.

Isn't it enough that my husband was gunned down

in cold blood because our streets aren't safe?

Without your coming here to insult his memory.

I'm only saying new facts have turned up, that's all.

Facts, inspector, or obscene rumors?

Look, I don't like asking these questions any more

than you like answering them, Mrs. Shaninger.

But I need to know how much you were aware of.

She's already said. None of it.

Then you do not know Peggy Dunnigan?

I've never even heard the name.

Inspector, if my husband was unfaithful to me,

he must have taken great care to protect my feelings

and to make sure that I never suspected anything.

And that's what I'm going to try to remember from now on.

Not the painful implications you just told me.

Thank you.

That's right. M-E-L-D-E-R.

Uh-huh. Marine captain.

I see.

No, no, this is just a routine investigation.

Yeah, I may want to see him.

That's right.

How's that again?

No, I... I'm sorry,

I didn't understand that.

Where?

What time?

Uh-huh. What about last week?

I see.

Well, thank you for your cooperation, sergeant.

Mm, yeah.

Yes, I'll get in touch with you if I need any more information.

Yes. Goodbye.

Hurry. Hurry. Tony's finest.

Get it while it's still cold and soggy.

A guy comes home after 18 months in a POW camp,

gets engaged,

and then finds out that his girl has been kept by another man.

How does that hit you?

Melder? Peggy said he didn't know.

Yeah.

What, no anchovies?

No. Why not?

Because I don't like anchovies.

We always get anchovies.

No, you always get anchovies.

I never get anchovies. I hate anchovies.

Boy, oh, boy, she must have given you a rough time.

Or was it the sister?

No, they were all right.

I guess the questions were kind of rough.

About as much appetite for them as I have for this.

Well, here. Feed your eyes on this.

Melder was on leave?

Mm-hm. Due back tonight.

You wanna guess where he's been?

Here?

Mm-hm.

Since last night. You wanna guess where you're going?

There.

Two for two. You're batting pretty good.

All right, he could've been on campus this morning,

but what about last week?

They're checking that out.

What about a service record? Anything about weapons training?

Did you ever hear of a Marine who made captain

who couldn't handle a rifle?

I haven't been down in this area in about, uh,

yeah, I haven't been down in this area in about, oh,

I don't know, three years, four years.

Where do I go now? Right over there.

Right there? Yeah.

Okay, thank you very much. Bye-bye.

Captain Melder? Yes.

Steven Keller.

Ah. Here, uh, grab a bench.

I understand you're getting out of here.

Uh, it's close enough.

I'm, uh, I'm beginning to count the hours now.

I have to admit, uh, I'm curious.

You know Peggy Dunnigan?

Yeah, she's my fiancée.

You talk to her in the last 24 hours?

No.

Why, what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter now. She's all right.

But there was a shooting on campus.

Peggy was hit.

She was hit?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

No, wait. Are you sure that she's all right?

She's all right. She's got a flesh wound

in her left shoulder.

Well, uh, why would anyone wanna shoot Peggy?

Well, somebody else was shot too.

A man. He was killed.

He was killed? Wait a second.

Inspector, now, w-what's going on here?

Oh, what is this?

What's going on in this world anyway?

I thought I left all that insanity back in Nam.

What was that, a nut?

Some nut running around with a gun shooting at anybody he saw?

Maybe.

Wait a second now, uh.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

You think I had something to do with that.

The weapon used was an M-16 rifle.

You're an expert marksman.

Yeah, so are a few thousand other guys.

You were in San Francisco yesterday.

Most people would've visited their fiancée. You didn't.

All right, that's my business.

Sorry, captain. That's police business right now.

I was buying a house.

You were buying a house?

That's right. For Peggy and me.

See, I wanted to have it all settled

so I could surprise her with it

when I get there with my discharge.

Hey, you want to check that out?

Yes, I'd like to, please.

Okay, I'll go get the escrow papers.

Say, inspector, uh, was Peggy, uh,

was she with this guy, the one that got killed?

No.

No, whoever did it shot Peggy, ran away,

and opened up on a man on the other side of campus.

Well, I guess that's gonna make it

a little easier on both of us.

You see, uh, I'm still learning to walk a little.

But I'm afraid it's gonna be quite a while

before I learn to run anywhere.

Same story, lieutenant.

Shots came from that basement transom over there this time.

We checked inside.

Looked like he spent the night waiting.

Anybody got hit?

A girl.

Dead.

What's her name?

Sheila Davis.

Works as a waitress in a coffee shop.

Not a student.

It's senseless.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I don't understand.

All right, let me try to explain it to you again.

The girl that was killed is a ringer for you.

It's amazing, but she's the same size,

same hair color, same style.

And it's possible the man that killed her thought it was you.

That's bizarre.

I mean, who'd wanna kill me?

We just don't want to take any chances.

We want you to stay in the apartment

and don't even go out on the terrace.

Oh, lieutenant, I mean, you know.

If anyone comes to the door,

you let Officer Powell answer it.

And you stay out of sight.

All right.

But it had to be a coincidence. I mean, just a coincidence.

That's possible.

But we know one thing for certain.

Whoever shot you for whatever reason,

he's still out there.

Hello?

Hi.

Mrs. Shaninger?

Oh, I'm sorry, she isn't taking any calls.

She'll take this one.

Who is this?

Just put her on.

No, I'm afraid I'll have to take a message.

May I have your name please?

Look, lady, I... I gotta talk to Mrs. Shaninger,

now you put her on.

Vera, who is it?

Just some brash young man.

One of David's students maybe.

Th... There's no need for you...

Oh, it's all right.

I'll take it.

Thank you. Hello?

Hi.

Hello.

It's done.

I see, um... Just a minute, I, uh...

I need to get something to write on.

Okay, go ahead.

I just want the rest of the bread, lady.

You got it?

Vera, would you get me that pen that's on my desk?

This one's run dry.

Thank you.

Do you know what you've done?

Yeah.

I done a job.

And I gave the cops one they're never gonna finish.

No, you killed the wrong girl.

Do you understand? The wrong girl.

Why didn't you just do what I asked you?

How could you be so stupid?

Shut up.

You hear me?

Shut up!

So you gotta go back tomorrow, huh?

Well, you travel first class

no matter what the ticket says, don't you?

Well, there's gotta be some fringe benefits to this job.

Here you go.

Thank you very much for the flight.

Okay, we can scratch Melder.

He's clean, I know.

What is this, I got jet lag or something?

I just got off the boat. How do you know?

The killer's been at it again. A girl this time, D.O.A.

Oy.

Takes us right back to zero, huh?

Nope.

What do you mean "nope?"

Two incidents of random shooting last week.

Two more yesterday. A girl gets hit today.

If she doesn't tie to Peggy or Shaninger...

She ties to Peggy. How?

No matter what the distance, she looks like a twin.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let me hear how this goes down.

All right,

let's say that you wanted to kill somebody by sniper fire.

But you wanted it to look as though

the people you hit are random victims.

How would you go about it?

Study the habits of the people I wanted to hit.

Routines, schedules.

Set up a pattern.

A few random shots to make it look like I'd gone berserk.

And when he hits the people he's really after?

Nobody suspects there's a motive.

You still think there's a motive, don't you?

Well, sometimes you gotta play the odds.

There's usually a motive, right?

I don't see it this time.

Oh, come on, come on now.

This isn't your first triangle.

You know, don't you, that whenever there's a triangle,

one of those three sides is gonna be jealous.

All right, scratch Shaninger.

That leaves Peggy and Mrs. Shaninger.

You got it.

Yes, sir, a woman scorned.

Mike, a woman, there's no way she's gonna do that.

With enough money to buy a hit.

No pro's gonna operate like that.

Taking the chance of firing in broad daylight.

I didn't say it was a pro. I said she bought somebody.

It's possible.

Possible, but I don't think so.

Okay, all right.

But I'm telling you, she did it, Steve.

What's the proof?

Like I said before, you've got the energy

I've got the time.

Ah, he's thinking. Look out.

Come here, come here.

Remember telling me that she gave you a rough time

because you linked her husband with the Wildbrook crowd?

A lot of gall, scurrilous insinuations, right.

You still haven't got it, have you?

What?

Will you use some of that energy that you've got up there?

The Wildbrook crowd.

Who said it first, you or she?

Right.

Right.

Right, that's it, you're right.

Peggy moved out of there weeks ago.

So if Mrs. Shaninger didn't know about Peggy and her husband,

how did she know about Wildbrook? Right.

May I be the first to congratulate you?

Hello?

Alan?

How did you know?

No, I'm fine, really.

Well, when?

No, Alan.

No, of course I do.

It's just that, not today. I mean, I've got exams.

No, I've told you, I'm fine, really.

I won't be here.

I mean, I'll be leaving for the library...

All right, then I'll meet you.

No, that's silly, don't take a cab,

it costs too much.

No, no, it's no problem. Really, I'll be there.

What time?

Okay, bye.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yeah, it's just a friend of mine.

I don't remember saying any such thing.

I do, Mrs. Shaninger, and I believe your sister does too.

Mrs. Day?

I can't quite be sure.

Well, somewhere out there on the streets

there's a man with a gun.

He killed two people already.

One of them was a waitress,

and the other one was your own brother.

Vera, you can see what they're trying to do, can't you?

Neither of us has anything more to say to you.

We're calling our attorney.

Vera?

It works.

What are you doing?

It isn't dry.

What's that got to do with anything?

That phone call from the young man

when you sent me out of the room.

Was...?

Was that the man you hired to murder David?

Did you really think I'd step aside

at this time in our lives?

To let him leave me for that tantalizing little tramp?

David had referred him to a psychiatric clinic.

One night when David was out of town...

Or I thought David was out of town,

he turned up at the house.

I told David about it later and he was terribly upset.

He said the man had homicidal impulses.

You don't know his name?

No.

Could be in your husband's records, couldn't it?

No.

Because he was never a patient.

You still haven't told us how you got together with him.

Well, that night he came to the house,

he was... rambling.

Angry at everything that frustrated him.

Anyone who ever accused him of being worthless or stupid.

And I recalled he said it wasn't right.

Someone as smart as he should be working at a car wash

all his life.

So when you found out about your husband and Peggy Dunnigan,

you went looking for him, is that it?

Yes, that's it.

That paragon of a husband of mine.

That phony and his prostitute.

Why should...

Why should their lives go untouched

when mine had been ruined?

How did you find the man?

I made a list of all the car washes.

Just started looking, I found it the next day.

Place on the Cooperman Road.

You know the address?

No.

Near Sutter.

Go on.

Well, he agreed to meet me,

and so I picked him up

across the street from the car wash.

We drove around and I made the offer.

How much?

Five thousand then.

Twenty thousand when they were both dead.

How were you gonna get in touch with him to pay the rest?

Post office box number.

He was gonna send it to me.

But he didn't. He used the telephone.

He was always talking about how smart he was.

How he's gonna have the police

crawling up their own walls.

Hm.

The sniper fire?

He didn't say that.

When it started on the campus a week ago,

I... I didn't even make the connection.

I couldn't believe that he'd put anyone else in danger.

I just wanted the both of them, gone!

All right, you know that this is a free and voluntary statement?

Yes.

All right, go to the carwash with the description.

When you get a name, book him.

Right.

Book her.

Officer? The call's for you.

Oh, thank you.

You can't use the extension out here,

it doesn't work. I don't know.

But you can use the one in my room.

Fine. It's Lieutenant Stone.

Uh, he had to leave the line for a minute,

but he said he'd be right back on.

Thanks.

Mm-hm.

Well, can you think of anything else, sir?

I see.

All right, well thank you for your help.

Right, goodbye.

Car wash manager knows who we're talking about,

but the name isn't gonna help.

Why not? John Jones.

He says help's hard to get so he doesn't push it.

Anything else about him?

Yeah, corroboration of what Mrs. Shaninger

said about his problem.

He's had two fights since he's been there.

Both times because somebody called him stupid.

Oh, yeah, one other thing.

Manager says he might be dangerous.

Well, that's gonna help us a lot, isn't it?

Come on, let's get to the apartment.

What? Come on, come on.

He's not dumb enough to go after Peggy now that Mrs. Shaninger...

He might or might not know,

but we gotta play it safe no matter what the odds are.

What do you mean she's gone?

She called me to the phone, lieutenant, she said it was you

and I should wait on the line till you got back.

And then while I was waiting, she must have slipped out.

Do you have any idea where she went?

There was a phone call earlier.

Who was on the phone?

I heard her use the name Alan.

Melder.

Did you hear anything else?

Well, it sounded kind of personal,

I didn't wanna eavesdrop, but she was upset.

What about?

He was going to do something and she didn't want him to.

She wouldn't want him showing up here with police protection.

I'll call San Diego and see if he's on his way...

We'll check it on the way to the airport.

Hospital confirms emergency leave.

Destination San Francisco.

Ten-four.

Can you find out what flight he's on?

Ten-four, stand by Inspectors 81.

Looks like we're headed in the right direction.

Inspectors 81.

Eight-one, go ahead.

Captain Melder was booked onto Cal West Flight 274,

San Diego to San Francisco.

Ten-four.

Can you give me an ETA on that flight?

Operations reports Cal West 274 is already on the ground.

Ten-four.

Wouldn't you know it?

Today it's gotta be on time.

Come on, move it.

You gonna pay for my ticket?

She's at the arrival gate by now.

He won't follow her. He won't be able to get that gun of his

past that Skyjack equipment.

Which means he's at the concourse entrance.

If he's out here at all.

How's the leg?

Ah, let me tell you, you know,

It gets, uh, really stiff sometimes.

You know why that is? No.

No, neither do I.

Well, I guess we lucked out.

Why's that?

Plane's arrived.

They would have left the concourse by now.

Nothing's happened. I guess he's not here.

Well, let's just keep it moving anyway. Come on.

Peggy, get down!

Get down.

Run it!

All right, hold it!

I'll jump!

No.

No, no, you're too smart for that.

No, stay back.

I'll do it. I swear I'm gonna jump.

Don't waste yourself like that.

You're too smart for that, right?

Why waste yourself? Think about it, huh? Just think.

You're too smart.

You don't want to be wasted.

You want to show people how smart you are.

You want to show people what you think, right?

Whoa, hold it. Hold it.

I got a bullet in you.

You need a doctor, right?

Just think, he'll fix you up.

He'll let you show people who you are.

You'll be smart.

You can be smart to people.

I wanna die.

I just wanna die. Aah.

Why couldn't you let me die?

What's it matter to you?

It matters.

Old Flash Comet comes roaring up.

Captain, that leisurely stroll may have saved your life.

Well it, uh, wasn't my leg that slowed us down.

Oh?

No, when I saw him getting off the plane,

I knew I'd have to tell him everything.

So we sat right down and talked.

We have a lot to forget.

But a lot more to look forward to.

Steve, do you feel like coming to a wedding?

Wedding?

You count on it.

Good. Bye.

Bye-bye.

I think they've got a good-looking future, don't you?

Yeah, I think so, yeah.

I think you're future's looking pretty good too.

Why?

Listen, I want to fill out that report myself.

No, no, I can do that.

No, I want the brass to know what you did up there.

Oh, come on. No, no. No, no.

You know something? You are a romantic.

You are a real romantic.

What? Yeah.

Just because I don't read those highfalutin books of yours

from the Times book review

doesn't mean I don't have feelings.

You know what? What?

When I look at the San Francisco skyline at night,

I think it's beautiful.

Oh, Mike...

No, I really do, you know? And when...

I think there's poetry in Rick Barry's leap into the air

when he... When he dunks that ball into the basket.

I really do, yeah.

And when Bobby Bonds gets up there and starts

to swing at that ball and then he hits that home run,

why, I think that's music.