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It had to be the gardener. I told you that as soon as I... You didn't have to

say it with such a loud voice. I did not raise my voice. Then why was everyone

going, shh? And why did people keep moving away from it? They were not

and they were not moving away, except perhaps to leave the theater exactly as

we're doing.

We were asked to leave, Chief, remember?

No, we were not asked to leave. The manager and I had a polite discussion

the movie. He admitted to us that the Gardner was indeed the killer, as I told

you in the first three and a half minutes. Since we knew the ending of

suspense movie, and since he offered to refund our money...

We decided there was no reason to see the remaining 98 and a half minutes.

Still enough time to catch the fights at the Cow Palace.

Now there's suspense.

The Ramsey -O 'Brien match.

Great.

All right.

But let's stop for some ice cream first.

I have a terrible craving for some rum crunchy.

That's a good idea.

I'll get the wagon. Come on, Ed. I'll tell you why I thought it was the wife

you can tell me why you thought it was the husband.

I thought it was the daughter.

All right, Chief, now tell the truth.

You wanted to go to the fight all along.

Of course not.

When you three voted to see a movie, I agreed to see a movie.

That's the democratic way.

He's dead.

He's only a kid.

Then what? Then the small one, he pulls this gun and he says to open the safe.

Well, I'm scared, so I do it. I do it right away.

My whole store filled with jewels isn't worth getting killed for.

How did you manage to ring the alarm so fast?

Dumb luck. They tied me up right next to a hidden buzzer. I pushed it with my

elbow as soon as they left.

Did they talk to each other? Did you hear any names? The little guy.

I said, hey, this is pretty nice, huh? And the other guy said, shut up.

No trace of the other man, Chief.

Well, there go my jewels.

Well, talk about luck.

If only you had shot the other guy.

Thank you, Mr. Edwards.

We'll keep you informed.

All right, Ed, what up?

Name's Billy Matling, 1207 North Horn Avenue.

According to his driver's license, he was 17 last week.

He was also committing a felony.

17?

Just a kid.

Eve, why don't you go home?

We can handle the rest.

Thanks, Jim.

I think I will.

I'll drive you.

I'd like to walk a while, alone.

You can't walk all the way to Bayside.

I'll be all right.

Sergeant, wouldn't you say the most important thing at the moment is to try

find a lead to the dead man's partner?

Yes, sir.

I want to thank you for coming here.

I know how painful it must be for you.

17 years to raise him.

One minute to put him away like a piece of meat.

Are you the one that shot him?

No. If you are, I hope you die for it. Mrs. Matling, your son was armed and

dangerous.

Dangerous?

He and another man were robbing a jewelry store. Now, we have reason to

this was not their first robbery.

We need your help to find that other man.

I have nothing to say.

Only I curse the one who killed him.

I have nothing else to say. I'm going home.

We'll only have to talk about it another time.

Don't talk. They're murderers.

No.

She can't really believe her son was killed accidentally, huh?

She can.

And she does.

Let's call it a night.

I thought you were going home.

A few hours' sleep wouldn't hurt you any.

I just thought I'd write up my report first.

That was to freshen my mind.

Need any help?

Just finishing up.

The first one of those I ever had to fill out.

You just remember that he shot first.

Chief.

Did you ever... Did

you ever have to kill anyone?

Yes.

Just wish it hadn't happened so... so fast.

One minute we were all having such a good time, and the next minute... You

I shot him by reflex, Chief.

He was shooting at me, and I shot back.

Which is exactly what you should have done.

I guess so.

But he was so young.

Nobody with a gun is young.

You give a kid an equalizer, and he ages plenty fast.

He... No cop wants to use that gun.

I shot a 26 -year -old man who was married and had three kids.

He also happened to be a burglar resisting arrest.

And he came at me with a bread knife.

If I hadn't stopped him, he would have stuck it in my gut.

There was a robbery committed tonight, Eve. Both men were armed and dangerous.

You killed one of them in the line of duty.

Now the other is still loose.

He's doubly dangerous because he's afraid his partner, dead or alive...

He'll give us a lead to his whereabouts.

Now, our job is to find that man and stop feeling sorry for ourselves.

Is that all that counts?

Solving the case?

Putting the commas and the periods in the right places?

I want to be a human being too, Chief.

In this job, you learn to be both or you get out.

I'll get some sleep.

We start work at nine sharp.

Eve.

You're not...

You are not responsible for this.

You had a job to do.

You did it honestly and to the best of your ability.

But it hurts.

It hurts, Chief.

If it didn't, you wouldn't be worth a damn.

Hold it right there.

Oh, it's you, Miss Woodfield.

I'm sorry.

Hello, George.

You should be careful walking in dark alleys.

Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you.

No trouble, miss.

Well, I'd better be making my rounds.

Good night, Miss Woodfield.

Good night, George.

This is Ironside.

I have what could be a telephone number, seven digits.

Check it out. I want the name and address that goes with it.

986 -0022.

Yeah, I'll wait.

Good morning.

The jewelry from that job last night was fenced already. Mr. Edwards identified

three pieces this morning.

Wow, he must have taken a beating to sell that fast.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, our man is nervous.

He started to run last night and hasn't stopped yet.

Yeah.

Nancy Lewin, 1445 Clifton Drive.

Yeah, thanks.

Good morning, everyone.

Eve, get over to this address. Find out what you can about Billy Matling.

We want to know who his friends were, who might have been with him last night.

Nancy.

Louie? Girlfriend?

No, you won't find out till you get there and start asking questions.

Chief, I... Why not let me do that?

I need you for something else.

Now get going, Eve. We have a man on the run.

Time is short.

All right.

This is not an outpatient clinic. People depend on us controlling our emotions

and doing our job.

But she's taking it pretty hard.

Is there any other way?

Look, I want you to find Smiley for me. You need the sort of information an

informer might know.

Mark and I are going to talk to the boy's mother.

She knows more than she's willing to say.

Right.

She'll get over it, won't she, Chief?

Ed, you don't ever get over it.

You adjust to it.

Who is it?

Miss Lewis.

Just a moment.

Hello. I'm Officer Whitfield. I spoke with you on the telephone.

You don't look like a policeman.

Policewoman, I mean.

May I come in?

Oh, sure.

I hope I haven't done anything wrong.

No, it always makes a person nervous on the police call.

A man was shot last night during an armed robbery.

Your telephone number was found in his wallet.

My number?

It is 986 -0022.

Yes, that's right, but... Oh, can you tell me who the man was?

Bill Matling.

What?

Yes, miss.

He was shot, you said?

That's terrible.

Billy. Where is he? Where did they take him? I want to see him.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Well, you can tell me what hospital he's in, but you're allowed to do that,

aren't you?

He's dead.

What did you say?

He was killed resisting arrest.

I'm sorry.

I don't usually show my emotions. It's just I wish you could understand how I

feel.

Why do these things happen?

Why are the police allowed to go around killing people?

It was armed robbery.

Maybe, though.

But I'll tell you this.

He killed one of the nicest human beings I've ever met.

They're the ones who should be shot.

I'm sorry, but I must know, what was your connection with Billy?

Why?

He's dead, isn't he?

His partner is still alive, and you may know him.

No.

I only know Billy.

I never met any of his friends.

Miss Lewin, how old are you?

29.

Billy Matling was only 17.

That sounds sordid, doesn't it?

Woman in love with younger man. You can read all sorts of seamy implications

into our relationship.

It wasn't like that at all.

As you see, I work at home. I do crochet beading by hand, piecework.

Billy delivered the work to me and picked it up when it was ready.

That's why you cried when I told you. No.

I cried because Billy was a very decent kid.

He was very nice to me.

How do you mean that?

Please, it's important.

Well, he bought me things.

What kind of things?

Just things.

Cheer me up, make me laugh.

I'm not a very pretty girl, you know. I've never had boyfriends. Men like

girls.

You know, if you'll never have that problem.

What did he bring you, Miss Lewin?

He brought me that Japanese doll over there.

He said it reminded him of me because it was delicate.

Kids.

He never asked you out?

Please, I'm not trying to pry.

But sometimes, somewhere, someplace, you may have met the man that was in the

holdup with him.

He asked me out once.

But I didn't go.

It would have looked funny.

He was just a kid.

Then you never met any of his friends?

I said we never went out. Why don't you listen?

You come around here asking questions, not caring about people's feelings.

How can you be so insensitive?

I'm just trying to do my job.

Your job?

Well, for all I know, your job is to go around killing people who never did

anything wrong.

Now, why don't you leave?

I want to cry.

I don't want you to be here. Please leave.

I'll leave you my card.

If you have any further information, please call.

Will you please just get out?

Thank you for your cooperation.

You know the other man's name, Mrs. Matling.

Why don't you tell us?

All I know is that the police killed my son. They're responsible for his murder.

I'm afraid you'll have to take some of the blame.

How dare you?

Look around you.

Color television.

Expensive stereo sewing machine. These items weren't purchased on your salary

his.

He bought things for me. He was good to me. You knew he wasn't earning that kind

of money. It had to come from somewhere else.

I never asked.

I didn't ask.

Because you didn't want to know.

But you took those gifts, didn't you?

You gave him motivation when you could have discouraged him.

Aren't you just as responsible as the officer who justifiably pulled that

trigger?

That's not true.

That's not true.

Isn't it? What are you doing now?

Turning your back on crime.

Withholding the name of your son's accomplice.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

You're letting that man go free to find another Billy.

To create another thief. To set up another funeral.

Funeral for someone else's son.

And what you want.

I won't help you.

Not ever.

I'm not the one who needs help, Ms. Matlin.

You just think of the next boy.

Next boy.

He's the one who needs your help. Needs it badly.

We need the name.

We have to know the name.

Harry.

The name's Harry.

Last name.

That's all I know.

Harry, I heard it on the phone.

Thank you.

This... All this...

It means nothing to me.

I give it back in a second.

For my... For my son.

You believe that?

Don't you?

That's the tragedy.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Medley.

Very sorry.

Alright, Eve.

Well, we don't have all day.

You're a little off.

I was hitting the target enough to stop him.

Unless he decides to get up and shoot back at you.

That's a chance I'll have to take.

And what about the innocent bystanders who might be hit by a wild shot from a

wounded man?

Is it a chance they'll have to take?

Now, you've had the FBI course.

You know I have.

Then you also know what they teach their agents.

Don't draw unless you expect to shoot, and when you shoot, shoot to kill.

The FBI deals with dangerous criminals.

What do we deal with?

Schoolboy.

Ironside on the firing range.

Pickup extension 1397.

Ironside. I've located Smiley for you, Chief.

Good. Arrest him.

What?

He'll need a cover.

Arrest him and bring him to my office right away.

Right.

Hello, Smiley.

Hey, Chief.

I need your help.

Sure, Chief.

You know you can count on me when all the other stoolies don't come up with

nothing.

There was a holdup last night.

Jewelry store on... Yeah, I know.

The one where the kid got killed, right?

Right.

Boy's name was Billy Matlin.

We're trying to locate his accomplice.

We think his name is Harry.

Harry what?

That's your job.

Oh.

Okay, Chief.

I'll give you a ring as soon as I got something.

Give me a ring this afternoon.

I want this wrapped up as soon as possible.

You know me, Chief. I'll do what I can.

Would you believe it? I ran out of the house without any car fare.

Well, won't you, Chief?

There's 20 more coming when you get the name.

George. Which is?

Billy's an employer.

Harry may have paid him a visit there.

I was wondering when you'd think of that.

Ed. We'll use my car.

I can handle this alone.

This is still a police force, and that's plural.

Miss Whitfield.

An officer always carries a gun while on duty.

Yeah, Billy worked for me about three years.

Picking up and delivering, is that right?

All sorts of odd jobs.

Came looking for a job when he was 14 years old.

His old man had just died, and he was an only child.

I didn't know that.

Yeah, helped support his mother. She works in a mailroom downtown.

Was he a good worker?

The best.

You know why?

Because he had ambition.

He knew the value of a buck in today's world.

He was in a hurry to get ahead.

How much did you pay him and how many hours did he put in?

Two bucks an hour, 20, 25 hours a week.

That kid worked like a horse and carried a full school load besides.

And he was making between $40 and $50 a week.

Did he ever say anything about wanting more money?

Sure. He was always asking me for a raise.

That's why I liked him.

He had guts.

I mean, more.

More than you could pay him.

You mean like the kind of money he could make with a jewelry store robbery. Is

that what you mean?

You don't fool me for a minute, you two.

I read the papers.

I know who killed little Billy.

Now, if he was mixed up in that last night, it was a mistake.

Billy was a good kid.

And you got no right going around shooting good kids.

These are the last sevens.

Anyone with a record whose first name is Harry.

Harry Endless, assault with a deadly weapon.

Harry Lafitte, armed robbery.

Harry Moore, breaking and entering.

Wrong. They're all wrong.

I don't see how examining the picture of every man with the first name of Harry

is going to help you. You don't know what the man looked like.

But we know his behavior, his M .O.

He's part of a team or he wouldn't be working with a 17 -year -old boy.

And the kid's hero worship gives the older man courage to commit a robbery.

Yeah.

That sort of relationship.

Chief, I think this is one theory.

It's not going to pan out.

The theory is right. We haven't applied it properly.

Well, any luck?

Just another lecture on police brutality in general and the shooting down of

innocent persons in particular.

Where's Eve?

Randall hit her pretty hard. She went home.

Chief, she's got some time coming. Maybe it would help if she took it now.

A vacation isn't going to help her. You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

All right, go ahead and say it. Say what you like.

But I can guarantee you one thing. If she quits now, if she runs away from

this... The next person to pull a gun on her is going to kill her because she'll

freeze like a statue.

All right, you understand me?

All right, Todd.

All right, Smiley.

Good work.

Meet you in 20 minutes, usual place.

We have a lead. Let's go.

Boy,

you sure had me a Lulu this time.

You know how many hoods in this town are named Harry?

I only need one.

Yeah, but nobody much wants to talk about this one.

The rumble has it that the kid got shot in the back.

The rumble's wrong.

The kid shot first.

Right, wrong.

I'm only telling you what I heard.

Listen, punks ain't got no love for cops these days anyway, you know what I

mean?

I know what you mean, Smiley.

Now, what did you get for me?

Well, one guy I'm talking to mentions a thief named Keswick.

K -E -S -W -I -C -K?

Right.

John H. Keswick. Right on top of the rotten file.

Perfect demo for the situation.

Always uses a partner and always a kid.

So he drops the John, H is for Harry. Next time we look up middle names, too.

You gotta love me, Chief. I always deliver. Where can I find him?

Plays poker every Wednesday night, which is tonight.

They rent room 312 at the Whitley Arms Hotel.

Illegal, but classy.

You probably know about it. I do now.

Come on, will you leave that thing alone and get on that carburetor? I ain't got

all day.

Did you eat?

Yes.

You called?

I did.

If memory serves, you're still on the payroll, and I expect to get some work

of you.

Chief, I... You want to quit.

Yes. You want to throw it all away because it hurts.

Because everywhere you go, people who don't know tell you what a fine boy you

shot.

That's part of it.

Suppose Billy Matling had been a 55 -year -old convicted felon. What then?

How do I know?

The point is, he wasn't.

The point is, he was a criminal.

The point is, you were doing your job.

Now look at these reports.

Six robberies, and two of them a man held up with pistol whiffed. In Bayside

last week, a man was shot.

Chief, justifying what I did doesn't change it.

That'll change what I have to live with.

Why don't you let time take care of it?

A year?

A lifetime?

Maybe I'll never have to shoot again.

But suppose it were tomorrow.

I die a little every time I think of pointing my gun at somebody.

My confidence is gone, Chief.

I'm useless to you and my job.

I don't believe that.

True.

In a skirmish, my inability to shoot could cost someone's life.

Suppose it were Ed, or you, or Mark.

I couldn't take that, Chief.

I couldn't.

So you're going to quit?

What else is there to do?

I love police work.

I've never thought of doing anything else.

It's over.

It's all over.

All right, Eve.

All right, if that's the way you want it.

But don't quit in the middle.

Let's close this file and call it a job well done.

Okay, they popped right.

And here we go. The Boulevard of Broken Dream.

Possible trade over there.

What do you see a possible trade in that?

A pair of ladies for the gentleman.

Must be the broad with the chow. Thought she died or something.

Bet the queens.

I'll bet ten.

Took me so long. We ordered that food a half an hour ago.

I just wanted to make sure you were all here.

We're here. We're here.

Well, here we go.

That's it.

All right, Ed.

Go ahead.

Right, Chief. We're going in.

Hey, look, I'm losing a fortune, and you guys are sitting around eating food

like it's going out of style.

Now, come on. Let's play.

Who's that?

open the door police cops oh my aching back just hold it there fellas

come on what's the beef we're having a business meeting

there's no law against social clubs maybe not but there happens to be a law

against gambling which one of you is harry keswick he ain't here why not he

shows up every wednesday night doesn't he now boys This can go easy or rough,

just as you like it. We're not interested in any crummy little game,

you cooperate, we just might be.

Now, where's Keswick?

Look, he didn't show.

Phil took his place tonight, right, Phil?

But he was busy.

Missing a game ain't a crime, is it? Where can we find him?

Why ask me? He's Artie's friend.

Hold it!

What do you know?

A lady cop.

All right, everybody, let's go have a talk.

Come on, Eve.

Tell us your name again.

Artie Waring.

What's your connection with Keswick? I don't even know him.

Then why did you run?

I was scared.

I've got a record.

You know the rap for obstructing justice?

I was scared, that's all.

You know I've got a wife and kids. I'm straight.

And you don't know Harry?

I've never even heard of him. That's a lie.

One of the men said that the same group plays every week and that substitutions

are only made when one of the regulars can't make it.

You know Keswick and you were running to tip him off?

No. How would you like to have a record of armed robbery?

You would get five years.

Armed robbery?

I didn't do it with a jewelry heist.

We're wasting time, Ed.

Book him.

Charge him with conspiracy.

Go along, Artie. Hold on. There you do that stick -up.

Harry and I were kids together.

We grew up together.

Figured if the cops were looking for him, somebody should tell him about it.

What's the harm in being somebody's friend?

Your friendship story is very touching.

Now, you tell us where to find him and maybe we'll forget where we saw you.

Or you can go before the grand jury and take a gamble on those five long years.

Personally, I think you've got a better chance of striking out Willie Mays.

All right, how about it? What is that contact point?

What makes you so sure there is one?

Because he's running scared.

He'll need phony ID, money in small bills, clothes without a San Francisco

label. How do you arrange to drop the merchandise?

Just trying to do a favor for a good friend. We want Keswick, but we'll take

you. Now give.

I... Leave him a note on the bulletin board at Golden Gate Park.

That sets up the meeting spot.

Has to be...

In the dark, outside. He won't go anywhere inside.

Anytime.

That's the truth.

He knows that you're... Turn the heat on and he's scared and... Harry Keswick is

scared.

He can be very rough.

Eve, give our friend pencil and paper.

He's gonna leave a little message for Mr. Keswick.

Now, here's the location of the parcel Keswick will be coming for.

Ned, you will be here. Mark, you here.

Eve and I will be back here.

But shouldn't Mark and I be? No, I need you with me. Now, please don't argue.

There should be cars here, here, and here. As near as possible without

suspicion.

Keswick is armed, and he's dangerous.

I don't want any of you taking any chances.

All right, let's go.

Bye.

All right, Keswick, hold it right there.

That's far enough, Keswick. You're surrounded.

This is the last kid you'll ever set up, Harry.

You're joking.

If it hadn't been for that trigger -happy punk, I wouldn't be in this

He could have followed me over the fence, but now he's got to shoot off his

gun. You said he was trigger -happy?

Well, he looked sweet as sugar, didn't he?

Well, he shot that guy in that bayside heist, not me. I should have dumped him

like I wanted to.

Honor among thieves.

Get him to a doctor.

Don't look so smug.

And let me tell you something, Mr. Robert T.

Ironside. I wasn't fooled for a minute at our positioning.

You figured that Harry would break and that he would run for a gate where you

knew he'd probably parked his car.

You figured that he was desperate enough to try and shoot his way out instead of

serving a life term.

And you figured once I saw you in danger, I would forget about my own

and become a policewoman again.

all of which goes to show that you have no consideration for me as a person, a

human, or a woman, and that all you care about, all you care about is whether or

not I am an efficient police officer.

Well, I'm serving notice here and now that this is my last case.

It's completed.

I saw it through.

Goodbye to all of you, and I hope I never see any of you again.

That's for you.

I don't know why, but lately I have a terrible craving for some rum crunchy

cream.

Me too.

Let's get some at Bayside on the way to the fight.

Fight?

The Trotters are running tonight.

If we hurry, we can be there by post time.

Hurry up, young lady. We don't have all night. Go on, Eve. Take a leg. Don't

just stand there. We're in a hurry.