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The jury didn't deliberate long at all in the jury box.

Oh, Chief Ironside, now that the trial is over, do you have a statement to make

about the verdict?

There was no verdict. It was a hung jury.

Well, then, would you like to make a comment about that?

I would like to, but I won't.

Well, let's have a word with Mr. Field, the Assistant District Attorney.

Do you plan on proceeding toward a new trial, if I can?

What does that mean, sir?

Our key witness failed to show up. If he can be located, Mr. Kohler will stand

trial again.

And if not, sir? I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me.

We'll get a statement from Mr. Rod Ballard, the defense counsel. Mr.

are you satisfied with the outcome of this trial?

Of course not. We should have had an acquittal.

My client defended himself against a violent and unprovoked attack from

Lucci.

Sergeant Lucci's death was accidental.

Well, the assistant DA said he'd gotten a conviction if the key witness hadn't

disappeared. Any comment?

Seems I've heard statements like that before, from the side that fails to

its case. Now, if you'll excuse me. Let's get Mr. Coulter. How about you? Do

feel that you received justice?

Like my lawyer said, I've got a right to defend myself against guys like Lucci.

Do you feel that your trial was handled fairly? That's about all for today.

Thank you.

Lying in his teeth.

Third is liar.

Vicious and unprovoked attack.

That wasn't Dave Lucci, and you know it.

Colter murdered him. How'd they come to let him walk around? Frank, we have a

witness. We'll find him. Colter will stand trial again.

Sure, and then he'll walk again, just like that. Come on, you know better.

Dave Lucci was my partner.

You expect me to just stand here and... I expect you to sit down and cool off.

Good old Ed Brown.

Steady Eddie.

Now, it's been a long time since Police Academy.

You haven't changed a bit.

Neither have you.

No, I guess not.

You want another beer?

They can drink to you.

Old buddy.

Yeah, now just read me the last paragraph. That's all I need.

The ninth grade of James Madison Junior High would like you to address them on

the subject of law enforcement.

For or against?

I accept.

Okay, got it. Thank you, Bill.

I apply for time off.

I understand you recommend it against him.

That's right. I have some vacation time coming. Not right now.

Can I ask why?

The district attorney's office and the homicide division are both looking for

Nick Walston until they request help. Those officers have 8 ,000 other things

do. Just two weeks of concentrated effort. Nick Walston will be found, at

time there will be a new trial. Meanwhile, you are not going on a one

crusade to nail Coulter. Dave was my friend. Which is precisely why you'll

out of it.

Do you think you can work this passionately or objectively on this

No. You've just answered your own question. Now I'm asking you to stay out

it.

Sergeant Carlson, SFPD.

You've got to get my glasses or take your word for it, so I'll take your word

for it. I'd like some information about a tenant of yours.

Nick Walston? No wonder taxes are so high.

All that duplication.

I already told everything I know to those other officers.

Mr. Walston was a very good tenant. He always paid his rent on time. He never

gave me anybody any trouble.

When he went away two weeks ago, he didn't tell me where he was going.

Did he say he'd be back?

Well, he didn't tell me to rent his room, so I guess he'll be back.

Anyway, he's paid up till the end of the month. Would it be all right if I

looked over his room? Sure, if you want to.

But the other officers, they've already done that. They practically tore that

room apart.

Well, like you said, I guess there's no sense in going over the same ground

again.

Well, then... What about his friends?

What did he do at night?

I don't know. I didn't watch.

I got a bigger laugh from the others when I said that.

Sorry. Yeah. Well, at any rate, I don't know any of his friends.

Except for one.

And I just met him yesterday.

He came by to pick up a cigarette lighter he said he left in Mr. Walston's

I told him he couldn't take anything out of that room until the police said it

was all right. Did he leave a name?

Yeah.

Logan. Buster Logan.

He gave me his number so I could phone him at work and...

Tell him when it was all right to pick it up. Did you tell the other officers

about this?

It only happened yesterday.

Nick and I used to get together about once a month to put away a few beers,

not as much as we used to because, well, I got married.

But that's why I wanted to get that lighter when I remember where it was,

see, because my old lady gave it to me.

Nick seemed worried last time you saw him.

Worried?

Of course he was worried.

Man.

Somebody else's murder rap going to court now? That's to worry.

No, I mean about anything else.

Threats. Or anything like that.

Nope. If there was any threats, I never heard.

Well, listen, did he say anything about a vacation coming up?

Vacation?

Guys like Nick and me don't get vacations unless we get laid off.

Well, what do you think then?

Well, I, uh, I think the same as you.

I can think he got scared about what was coming up and he just took off.

Listen, you've known Walston for a number of years.

If you wanted to run away like that, where would you go?

Anyplace. You mean you won't say?

Now look, if I was to say, you might go and find Nick and bring him back and...

Make him say something or do something he don't want to do. Not what kind of

friend am I.

No, we'd fix it for him. So he wouldn't have to run away.

Oh, sure. No, really. We'd take care of him.

Well, uh, think about it, huh?

Call me, huh?

I promise.

Nick won't have to worry.

Yeah, well, I'll, uh, I'll sleep on it.

Okay.

This is Buster.

Listen, there's a cop.

His name is Sergeant Frank Carlson.

He kind of knows me around. He thinks I know where Nick went.

Yeah, well, I figured you'd want to know.

Thanks. And keep in touch if he comes around again.

Maybe we can arrange to forget about your last two payments.

Good deal.

So long.

1480.

$14 .90, and that's $1 ,500.

Good.

Brings you up to date.

And $500 more.

I got the money, so I thought I'd pay off the whole thing.

Oh, well, that'll cost you $750.

$750? What for? I only owe $500. Plus penalties for prepayment.

Well, it's all spelled out in that note you signed. You fellas really know how

to bleed a guy, don't you? Emilio, I didn't ask you to borrow money from me.

Now, if you can find a better deal elsewhere, feel free.

Well, maybe next time I will.

Emilio, now we both know that if you could have gotten that money someplace

else, you would have never been here in the first place. Now, we both know that,

don't we?

See you next week.

Oh, this week's delinquents, I think you better leave them.

Actually, wait, we got bigger troubles.

What? Logan just called.

Says a cop by the name of Frank Carlson, buddy of Lucci's.

I was asking about Nick Walston. Says the guy's really wound up. No, we don't

have that kind of problem.

You do.

I thought we were partners.

Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about that ever since you killed that

cop. You know, it's a different ballgame now. I fixed it so that you could beat

the rat. But from now on, you're not going to be any good to me or yourself

this town.

Things will cool off. Oh, no, no.

Not when it's a cop.

And you should have been smart enough to know that.

So?

So, I buy you out.

That way we both get off the hook. How much? A hundred thousand, cash in the

line.

With that kind of money, you can buy a lot of distance between you and Lucci's

friends.

It's worth more. Maybe.

But you've had it here in this town, you know it.

You get caught jaywalking, they're going to throw the book at you.

Take the money.

And live to enjoy it.

Yeah, maybe you're right. No.

Not maybe.

I am right, period.

Okay. Good.

It's going to take me a little while to get my hands on that much cash.

What time are you going to be home tonight?

I've got a few people to see. I should make it by 10 .30.

I'll be there.

See you then.

I'm not confident to work on this case just because... Well, it doesn't really

matter whether you buy it or not, Frank. You got the word.

You don't think Ironside can do anything wrong, do you?

Not very often, and not this time.

It's Homicide's job. Let him do it.

Homicide wasn't Dave's partner.

Hello.

Yes.

Guy used to know in the army.

He wants me to have a drink with him.

You mind?

I could use a drink myself.

Well, any other time, I'd be glad to have you join us.

He wants to talk over a personal problem.

Sure.

See you.

There were two shots.

I hit the deck, rolled, and fired one round.

Coulter fell.

Didn't move.

When did you know it was Coulter?

When I turned him over. Were there any other persons in the alley at the time?

No. None that I could see.

Right after, some people showed up. Did you touch anything?

Only Coulter. Did you see the gun?

Not at that time. When did you see it? When...

Lieutenant Chandler showed up with a detail from homicide. Where was the gun

that time?

In Coulter's shoulder holster. Coulter buttoned over it? Yes, sir. The lab

report says that Coulter's gun had not been fired.

Well, then there must have been another gun. The lab ran a paraffin test.

According to it, Coulter had not fired any gun.

I don't know what to say. You did say you were standing with your back to the

alley wall when the shots were fired. Alleged.

Hey, look, whose side are you on? I told you. It has not been established that

any shots were fired by any gun but yours.

Until such time as that point is established, we will not assume it to be

Well, those shots must have gone somewhere.

According to the report from Lieutenant Chandler, no bullet holes were found on

the wall behind you.

Now, Frank, you're certain Coulter shot at you? Positive.

Could those shots have been a car backfiring?

I saw flashes from a gun. We have a report from a garage mechanic named

Maxson. He owns the garage that opens into the alley. According to him, the

he was working on backfired a couple of times. Then he heard a shot. Hey, I've

been shot at before. Now, I know a gun flash when I see one. Is it possible you

just imagined flashes when you heard the sound because you expected Coulter to

shoot at you because you wanted him to? Look, in the first place, I didn't know

it was Coulter.

And I saw those flashes.

That's it for now.

You are, of course, suspended from duty until a determination is made. How long

will that be? That's up to Internal Affairs.

I'm sure they'll proceed with due dispatch.

Now, look.

I didn't deliberately gun that man down. No one said you did, Frank.

But it's bound to come up. Once Internal Affairs gets through with the

technicalities, they'll go to work on motive.

Including... Why you were outside Colter's apartment building. I told you

I didn't even know it was Colter's apartment building.

I went there to get information about a missing witness.

Old friend from the army.

I had to lie to you, Ed.

Oh, it's after I told you to leave that case alone.

All right, when the landlady gave you that information about Buster Logan, did

you pass it on to homicide?

No.

I thought I could handle it myself.

You wanted to handle it yourself.

Now, where did you meet Logan?

Right works.

Ed can drive you there.

At least Buster Logan can verify that he called you.

What call?

The call you made to me last night.

I didn't call you last night. You told me to think it over and I haven't

finished thinking about it yet.

Ed, I'm telling you, this is the guy I talked to last night.

If you called him,

and are covering it up for some reason, I'd advise against it.

Because when we finish this case, if you're lying, we'll have you put

to murder.

You understand?

I don't know nothing about any murder or any phone call.

Let's go.

Could it be somebody else calling him and saying it was Logan?

I wouldn't have any way of knowing. I couldn't hear the guy's voice at all.

But why would he call Frank and then deny it? I don't know.

Unless he got scared after what happened. Or he was setting him up.

Well, you couldn't convict my partner in court, so one of your own men took the

law in his own hands, is that it?

If that's what you came here to say, you can save your breath. No, I came here

to tell you you're not going to sweep this under the rug. I want you to know

that. I have no intention of sweeping anything under the rug, Mr. Keating,

including the details of your very lucrative business.

Well, if you ever find anything illegal about it, please let me know. You may

rest assured.

In the meantime, why isn't that officer in jail?

The way you kept my partner. Internal affairs has not completed its

investigation.

There's no charge against Sergeant Carlson.

Now, if you've no more questions...

No more questions, just a statement of fact.

If you try to cover this up, I'll go over your head.

And you can depend on that.

Nice guy.

Mr. Maxon?

What?

I'd like to talk to you.

Oh. Say, uh... I hope I didn't make a big thing for that fellow with what I

the homicide lieutenant about the backfire. You had to tell it the way it

didn't mean that there was nobody outside when the motor backfired. I just

that I couldn't have heard it.

But it didn't come out that way in the paper, did it?

Mr. Maxson, would you tell us about those backfires exactly as they

Oh, are you a cop?

Yeah, he's a cop. Oh, sure. You see, I was working on his car last night.

Do you usually work nights?

Yeah, when I have to. You see, I promised this cat that I'd have his car

for him the day, you see. You must have some very understanding neighbors.

Well, I really could care less about what my neighbors understand.

But anyway, this little number's got an ignition problem. The distributor shot,

so I replaced it.

I'm checking it out when it backfires.

Think back.

Just like that. Can you make it backfire again?

Oh, sure.

One shot just second after you turned off the motor.

Yeah, right. And you ran out to find Sergeant Carlson bending over the body.

Yeah, that's right.

I think that covers it for now. Thank you for your time, Mr. Maxson.

Well, let me know if there's anything else I can do.

Hey, I hope I didn't make any waves with that detective.

Yes?

Police?

You, uh, own this shop?

Yes. Ed?

You know this man?

Yes. Now, you were here last night during the trouble. I'm here always. I

here. And you went out when the shots were fired?

I went out after the shots, when I heard no more.

He was standing over the dead man.

Did you hear another shot just now?

Gunshot?

There was a backfire from one of the machine.

I saw smoke from the garage.

Like last night?

No smoke last night.

Mr. Yee, do you know what gunpowder smells like?

Like firecracker. Yes, did you smell gunpowder last night?

Yes, like firecracker. But no smoke?

No smoke.

Thank you, Mr. Yee. Thank you very much.

It's no gunpowder. There were shots fired.

Well, we're sure of at least one, aren't we, Ed? You mean Frank's. I mean

Frank's.

All right, Frank.

Show us exactly where you were standing before Coulter showed up.

Now locate Coulter, where he was when you first became aware of him.

Well, I heard him first.

Then he wasn't sneaking up on you.

I guess not. Where Frank was standing, maybe Coulter didn't know who he was

right away. But if Coulter set up a trap for him... Coulter had set up a trap he

wouldn't have missed.

No, I don't think Coulter expected to see Frank at all. I think he was

Coming home to his apartment.

Great. That makes it look even more as if Frank was hanging around and waiting

for him. Frank, get me the coroner's report again.

It wasn't just hanging around.

Look, I got a call from Logan telling me to meet him there.

Yeah. A phone call of which there's no record except the fact that Ed said that

you received one, which could have been done by anybody.

You know something? You're going to make a great attorney.

I hope I'm around to see it. Your bullet struck Coulter in the side of the head,

the left side.

Mark, point out where Coulter would have been standing when he saw Frank.

Now, Frank, were you still there when you fired? Well, I hit the pavement and

rolled.

So, say there.

Well, he was struck on the left side of the head.

He was turning to his right while you were taking evasive action.

In other words, he was turning away from you. To see where the shots came from.

Right. Someone could have stepped out of the doorway behind him, moved to the

right, fired two... Blanks.

So no bullet holes.

Whoever it was knew you would return the fire. Well, why didn't I see anyone?

While rolling on the sidewalk?

Oh, they would have had enough time to get back into the doorway of... Maxim's

garage.

Say, weather bureau.

From 10 p .m. to midnight last night, light westerly winds, 5 to 10 knots,

overcast, even 500 feet, no smoke.

If there'd been a backfire in that garage, the smoke and fumes would have

drifted into the alley. And Mr. Yee would have smelled more than

Jerry Maxon, let's have a look at him.

No police record and no criminal connections that I could find.

Divorce action six months ago, he contested but lost.

Wife claimed non -support.

Man needs money.

You want me to talk to Mrs. Maxon?

No, not directly. She might well call her ex -husband and give him a blast for

getting her involved.

And then Maxson takes off, just like Nick Walston.

Fran, find out where Mrs. Maxson works now.

All right, Frank.

I guess that's about all we need from you now.

Is there anything I can do?

It's awfully hard sitting around while everybody else is working.

I don't know what to tell you, Frank.

Except you just sat when I told you last time. You wouldn't have to just sit

now.

Okay.

See you later.

It's been period.

Now if we can only come up with some tangible proof.

Like who fired the blacks.

I still won't get Frank completely off the hook.

Internal affairs call.

Oh?

They want Frank for psychological testing tomorrow morning. What for?

Try and determine whether or not...

He's capable of carrying deep enough hate to welcome the chance to kill

He has to take it. Can you think of any reason why he shouldn't?

I figured you'd still be up.

I also figured you probably hadn't eaten very much since you found out about the

test tomorrow.

Salami on rice. Same place we used to get them, only now they're a nickel

Well, everything's gone up.

Including my career in the forest.

Up in a large pump of smoke. Now, come on now. It's only a test.

And what do they expect a cop to do when somebody's shooting at him?

Easy, Frank.

Easy, Frank. No sweat.

The whole department's after my scalp, but don't let it bug you.

If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were feeling sorry for yourself.

But why don't you just shut up?

Okay.

If I were you, I think I'd try to get a good night's sleep tonight.

It's not going to help anything to go in there tomorrow with a chip on your

shoulder.

You know, I just... I just might not show up tomorrow.

Oh, really? Well, I'm just thinking I've had it up to about here.

I mean, I'm thinking they can just take their test and shove it down their

throats.

Maybe that might not be such a bad idea.

The chief asked me if I could think of any reason why you shouldn't take that

test. I couldn't think of any, but maybe I was wrong.

Maybe you just don't have what it takes to be a cop. Oh, look, don't give me

that corny routine. Corny? Oh, yeah, corny.

Also happens to be true.

There is only one valid reason for not taking that test, DeMar, and you're the

only guy who can answer that.

Ed, suppose I told you I can't answer that.

What would you say to that?

I'd say you were making a lot more sense than you were a minute ago.

Listen, if there's anything you haven't told us about last night... Is that what

Ironside sent you down here to find out?

He didn't send me. It was my idea.

Good night.

I'm sorry, Ed.

Don't forget to set your alarm.

Walton's sister, where is she?

Hadn't seen her, brother, for two weeks before his disappearance, yet she claims

they were on good terms.

You'd think at least they would have been in touch by phone.

What with his having been in the papers as a witness.

Having trouble with your watch?

Well, this psychological business takes a long time.

You can say that again. This psychological business. I'm having

watch.

Hi, Chief.

Ed, how'd it go?

Since 8 o 'clock this morning.

Questions ranging from did I hit my friends when I was a kid to who else

like to kill.

Yeah, right.

You, uh, want some coffee?

A drink would be better.

I'm a double mark.

When do you get the results?

Departmental hearing.

Hey, can I ask the suspended officer to look over your homework?

Help yourself.

There's a special detail trying to track down Nick Walton.

Any friends, relatives where he might go for help?

He was just looking over their reports.

I kind of hope somebody's working on my case.

Colter's dead. What good will it do to find Nick Walston now? You're self

-involved right now, Frank. That's understandable.

It's also why you're off duty.

It gets in the way of your objectivity.

Okay. Bring me back to objectivity. All right.

Who's our number one suspect?

Jerry Maxon.

Wrong.

He's in it up to his neck. Maybe so, but only as an accomplice.

Okay. Who then?

Call in Mr. X, the guy who got Jerry to lie.

Now, who's our next suspected accomplice? Logan. He made the call.

When?

Right after I talked to Buster.

About Nick Walston.

Welcome back to Objectivity.

You know, there's a common denominator between all three. Logan hasn't talked,

Maxon's holding firm.

But we might shake Mr. Walston.

And we might find him.

When he hears the man, he's afraid to testify against his dead.

Common denominator is Mr. X.

Somebody had to pay the bills.

So, we look for a man with motive.

Someone had needed me out of the way.

Wrong again. Not you out of the way.

Coulter out of the way. From what I've heard about Coulter, you could stick a

pen in a phone book and come up with a puzzle.

Chief Ironside's office.

Just a minute.

Homicide.

Ironside.

Yes, Jim.

Just a minute. I want someone to hear that.

All right, go ahead, Jim.

Nick Walston's sister just changed her story.

When we first talked to her, she said she hadn't seen him.

Now she's worried about him.

Says he spent two days with her. Got a phone call and was picked up by somebody

a couple hours later.

And she hasn't heard from him since.

Did she give you a description of the car?

Affirmative. There's an APD out on it. Thanks, Jim. Keep in touch.

Will do.

Maybe there really is a Santa Claus.

There's also a well -trained and efficient police department.

One of whom was to locate Mrs.

Jerry Maxon.

3175 Green Street, apartment D. She works as a cocktail waitress at the Liar

Dice Bar on Montgomery Street.

Hi, Frank. Find out who owns it.

Yes, sir.

How'd it go?

I've spent better days. Oh, I don't know. How often is it that a man gets to

talk about himself for six straight hours?

When he's out with a girl.

Here he is, Chief.

Abandoning a ravine up around Sammelfire Square.

Were they careful not to rent?

Sheriff's office said they were. Who knows who fooled with it till it was

reported. Better rope it off for now. Fingerprint's on its way over.

What else?

Sent a rush through on the registration.

Both car and plates were reported stolen.

Not much help.

What about the man we're looking for?

Any report on him? Sheriff's office is making inquiries.

If he abandoned the car and made it on foot, they shouldn't have much trouble.

Of course, he got himself another vehicle.

Nobody will remember picking him up. Unless he had a date to be picked up.

Maybe we'll even find Jerry Maxson's or Buster's prints all over it. That could

be. You're not very enthusiastic.

Nick Wollaston ran away long before Jerry or Buster were involved.

Or before we knew they were involved. It's a very old saying, Ed.

Don't count your chickens before you get their fingerprints.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Nick Walson was found about 600 yards from where they found the car.

He's been dead for two weeks.

Uh, not too spicy, please.

All right.

Two Bloody Marys.

Not too spicy.

Fran, you're doing great.

Listen, when you get a break, come on over to table five. Somebody just came

I want you to meet.

Thank you. Oh,

Fran, this is Rod Ballard. He's the lawyer that helped me get my divorce

from Jerry.

Well, nice to know you, Fran.

Iris has been telling me about you. Yeah, I told him all about how you're

problems with your husband running around and all.

You don't mind, do you? No.

Okay, I'll be right back.

I didn't know that you were married, Officer Belden. No, I don't suppose you

did.

Well, now, shall we play out this little game and have you come down and talk to

me about divorce proceedings?

There's really no point to it now, is there? No, there isn't.

Oh,

that was quick.

Everything okay?

Irish, sit down a minute.

Either they closed early tonight or you've had a very short career as an

undercover officer.

My cover exploded in my face.

I was recognized.

By Mrs. Maxon? No, by Coulter's attorney.

Now she'll probably dummy up.

My cover exploded.

Not my assignment.

I found out everything we wanted to know.

In less than two hours?

Girl talk.

Why should I be interested in knowing that there's a new waitress at the Liar

Dice Club?

Because she's Fran Belding.

Officer Fran Belding, Ironside's office.

Well, maybe police work doesn't pay very well. Or maybe the fact that she's

working with Iris Maxson is worth more than a couple of bucks and tired feet.

You remember Iris.

Big heart and a bigger mouth.

Yes, Iris has already told her about Jerry and their troubles.

Iris has told her that Jerry wants her to come back to him.

Says he's in the chips now.

Am I supposed to be concerned about this? Jerry Maxson's statement regarding

those backfires is crucial in nailing Frank Carlson. And since that night...

Jerry seems to have, well, lots of money.

Now, if I can make the connection, so can the police.

Are you asking me to admit something?

I'm telling you to get a new lawyer.

Maxon? Yeah, what are we going to do for you, John?

Problem with the car.

Heating sent us, Jerry.

He said you were a good mechanic, but you talked too much.

Now you get off my back, do you hear?

Stop pestering me.

I told that other guy that I'd call him if there was anything I wanted to say.

Well, I don't. Now, anything that Nick wants to do... Nick's dead.

I don't believe you. Try the morgue.

Really? Dead?

Murdered.

I'll tell you something, Mr. Logan.

I don't believe you knew anything about it.

I think you were paid to keep your mouth shut. That you really believe that's

what Nick wanted.

Well?

Somebody's made a patsy out of you.

And somebody's killed your friend.

Poor Nick. Or you.

If the killer gets nervous about how much you know.

Told you it was lacking. That's some equipment for him.

Your next door neighbor found you on the floor and didn't say anything about

equipment. Well, maybe he didn't see me.

Mark, what kind of equipment would do damage like that? Oh, brass knuckles, a

piece of lead pipe, and a course in karate.

No wonder the neighbor didn't see it.

Now, whoever beat you told you to keep your mouth shut, didn't they?

Told Iris, too. Iris and I became very good friends, Mr. Maxson.

She told me all about your gambling, your loans, your debts.

So? She also told me how, after Coulter's death, you were around asking

come back.

You told her you'd come into some money, and all your debts had been paid off.

Did they just forgive your loan for saying the car backfired, or did you get

bonus on top of that? Well, prove it. Make a federal cave out of it. Not a

federal cave. People of the state of California versus Jerry Maxson.

Conspiracy to commit murder.

Now, if you think the beating they gave you was the end of it, you're wrong.

Now, there's that story to the papers.

What story?

The story that I'm working out an amnesty deal for you in exchange for

testimony.

That's a lie.

Only you and I know that, Mr. Jackson.

Be seeing you.

Maxon? Yeah, what do you want?

We make trouble.

Just come with us.

Where? Somebody wants to see you.

Hey, this isn't the way to Keating.

Well, you take him.

Hey, look, I didn't say anything to anybody. I dumbed it up.

We want to know about it, Maxim.

We just do our job.

But you're making a mistake.

Keating doesn't know it was a con.

Well, he's worried about a deal with Ironside. There is no deal with

Look, I'll pay him. Take me to him.

I'll pay you whatever you want. Let me talk to him for five minutes. Just five

little minutes, and if I'm lying, those five minutes won't make any difference.

Give me a break, will you?

What are you going to tell him in five minutes that won't make any difference?

Keating thinks that I told Ironsides he paid me to lie about the backfires

coming into my place. I wouldn't do that. I can prove it. I wouldn't do that

him. Got a couple of thousand put away, Andy?

Yeah!

You asked me to meet you here to listen to that?

I don't know what this man's talking about.

All right, I'll say it again.

You paid me to phone Sergeant Carlson to meet him in that alley.

Only I wasn't supposed to go.

It's his word against mine. That's true.

I mean, if the jury decides he's right, you can't connect me with this killing.

Jerry Maxson can.

As soon as Officer Belding went to work at the bar, as soon as your attorney

recognized her, Maxson was beaten up.

I don't know it, Jerry Maxson. I don't think you can prove that I do.

If you could, I'd be down at headquarters right now, not here. Not

Yes? Mr. Keating, I thought you didn't know it. I don't.

I don't know those two either. Let me introduce Detective Sergeant Tracy and

Peterson.

You mean... You didn't send them? Keep your mouth shut. Not if he's wise, he

won't. He's already talked plenty, Chief.

I didn't know he was going to kill anybody.

You know the problem with this business?

It's the stupid people that you have to deal with.

One could say it wasn't too bad of you to have your men give Jerry that

It frightened him enough to make him believe my men.

Just goes to show that nobody's perfect.

Even you.

Well, good morning, everybody.

Coffee? No, thanks. I already had some with Iris Maxon.

I felt I owed her an explanation.

Chief, is her husband going to be in a lot of trouble for lying to the police?

Not too big, under the circumstances.

That's great.

I have a feeling they're going to get back together again.

She thinks he's learned his lesson.

You do like happy endings, don't you?

I am an incurable romantic.

Look who I met in the elevator.

I couldn't wait any longer, Keith.

He told me the result of the test was back.

Yeah, and I was going to call you as soon as I finished reading it.

Maybe I can get a nice sleep now. You weren't really worried now, were you?

Well, a man can do a lot of soul -searching in the middle of the night.

Anyway, one thing's for sure. Never have to take another one of those things.

Two lessons learned.

Out of curiosity, what does it say? Or is that privileged information?

It says, uh, repressed guilt feelings strong enough to indicate remorse, not

satisfaction over Coulter's death.

No indication of either professional instability or possibility of emotional

involvement. ruling officer capable of premeditated murder.

See, I think what they're trying to say is that you really didn't have it in

you. They further recommend a week off due to the extreme high tension and

emotional upset of subject officer.

Me? Nervous?

No, that's a week off, Frank. You wouldn't want to dispute the opinion of

top psychiatrists now, would you?

No, sir.

But I would like to invite you all to have a steak with me. Aha!

Sold.

Chief?

Yes. I think that would be a perfect time for me to impress upon each one of

that when I ask you to withdraw from a case, I'm telling you to withdraw from a

case.

Nothing more, nothing less. In other words, five on the grill.

One medium rare.

Four burned to a crisp.