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Chief. Yes?

A friend of mine opened up a gas station today. Mind if we stop by and give him

a little business?

Is that why we've been taking so many detours on the way home, so that you

run the tank dry?

I did take a different route, but that was to break the monotony.

It wouldn't surprise me if by sheer coincidence that gas station is in our

of sight just about now.

Chief, you're still right on with the deductive powers.

I gave up on you.

Well,

the chief took a lot longer with his speech to the Civic Improvement

than I expected.

But it was good. It was a good speech, chief.

Thank you.

Chief Ironside said, Hey, chief, how are you?

Good.

No,

the gas is okay, but you can check the oil.

Okay, sure thing.

Hey!

My partner, Joe Granger, Mark Sanger, Chief Ironside.

Hi, Joe.

Hey, man.

Good to see you. Hey, how's business? If it gets any better, we'll have to buy

us some more house.

Hey, listen, right after we stop work, we're having a party. You know,

the opening.

Can you make it?

Go ahead, Mark. I won't need you tonight.

Okay, fine.

The oil's okay, too.

Hey, listen, it's kind of complicated, but my pet wants you to come back here

and we'll lead the way. Sure, be about 15 minutes, 20 minutes at the most.

Good luck.

You didn't mind my inviting him to the party.

Well, it sure wasn't any robbery.

Do you ever see a thief that likes to advertise?

Oh, excuse me. Yeah.

What happened? What? Just slow down. They took Joe to the hospital.

You said they took Joe to the hospital?

Sid!

Sid didn't make it.

Mike?

Looks to me like a grenade.

Mom's glad I'll be able to nail it.

Okay, John.

Thanks.

Hold a second, and I'll check his chart.

Mr. Granger is doing as well as can be expected. If you'll leave your name,

tell him that you called... Hello?

Just how well is he expected to be?

I'm Robert Ironside. Dr. Royce said he'd call you.

Oh, yes. Mr. Granger's coming along fine.

He's in 714, but no more than five minutes, please.

Thank you.

Be good. I'll see you later.

Hello, Marge. What?

This is Chief Hines. How do you do?

Ms. Granger, I'm happy to hear about your husband.

Thank you. He was lucky.

Is he awake?

Yes. Excuse me.

Clark, what does he want to say, Joe?

Hey, he's my friend, so now he's yours.

You look like you could stand some sleep.

Yeah.

You know, we've had them back for less than three months.

Worried that whole time they were in Vietnam and they didn't get a scratch.

And then home for just three months.

Hey, we won't be here long. You want us to take you home?

Yeah, I can manage.

At least I have someone to wait for.

I regret having to press at a time like this, Joe, but I want everything while

it's still fresh.

Well, after we serviced your van, we closed up.

I want you to think hard, Joe. The station was deserted. To get to your

somebody had to run or to walk.

I didn't hear anything except the world coming apart.

Do you have any idea who might have done it?

Yeah, sure. Some guy wanted to pick up a fast buck.

No, Joe. It wasn't robbery.

Money seems to be all there.

All the way we buddied up.

And by the time we got to combat, we had it figured we'd buy a gas station.

As if we made it.

And then yesterday there was.

Sid and Joe's.

Joe, how about Vietnam?

Either of you build up enough hate in anybody to make him want to do this?

Yeah.

What about since you came back?

I was...

spent all our time on the gas station. We didn't know anybody. We hardly saw...

saw anybody.

Oh, yeah?

Ah, stupid.

Well, I'd like to hear it anyway.

Well, there's this group that's against integration.

Afro -American separatists.

That's right, separatists.

Because the names of their leaders and where their headquarters are.

Now, do you have anything?

A couple of things, Chief. The bomb squad reported that the explosion at the

service station last night was definitely from a grenade.

Fragmentation type.

All right, go back into Joe and Sid's military history, the state, Vietnam,

company, squad, all associations and backgrounds.

That it?

Look into their personal lives, their habits, dope, liquor, other women, etc.

Come on.

That should keep you busy for a while.

It will.

Now hold on, Ed wants to talk to you.

Thank you.

Yeah, I covered the area.

Just about every shopkeeper and businessman was on the boys' side

him to make good.

Just about.

One exception, Mr.

Henry Garrison. He works at the Standard Lumber Mill on Townsend.

He bid against the boys for the service station franchise and lost.

Henry Garrison. I've got it.

We'll drop over to see him right now.

Be back in about an hour.

Something bothering you, Mark?

Yeah, what's the bit about nosing into their personal lives? I don't know too

much about Joe, but Sid's as straight as they come. No drinking, dope, and he

loved his wife.

You start with nothing, you look for something.

In this case, anything.

Well, Mr. Garrison?

Look, do you mind if I finish my work?

My boss likes to get a day's work out of a day's pay.

I've spoken to him.

He's excused you for a few minutes.

All right, I'll tell you.

Yeah, I was glad to hear that they got bombed out.

Why not? I got the dirty end of the stick.

A man was murdered, Mr. Garrison.

That's a drastic wish even for a business competitor.

Me?

Business competitor?

I'd hardly consider myself a business competitor if they did me out of a

business. I'd like to hear about that.

I had to first fit in with that oil company for that gas station franchise.

But no, they were veterans.

Not only that, they were black and white.

They got a saying for a combination like that.

Salt and pepper.

Yeah, that's it. Kind of funny.

But it makes for a good image for the oil company.

But an everyday, law -abiding, tax -paying white guy like myself doesn't

chance against a combination like that.

Where were you at 10 o 'clock last night? You checked with the Southside

Emergency Clinic.

That kid had a nasty fall. I was there for over two hours with him.

Was this your line of work?

Yeah,

that's right.

I'm sick and tired of working for other people.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, uh... You ever in the service?

No, I had a pumpkin beer drunk.

Listen, if they want to sell that gas station, you let me know, right?

Huh?

Yes, Frank?

I've been trying to reach you. Are you coming back to headquarters soon?

We're on our way. Something break?

You asked me to check out the Afro -American separatists?

Yes. Well, Mohammed has come to the mountain.

Mohammed?

That your given name?

My Anglo -Saxon name is no longer relevant.

My followers and I have taken identities more in keeping with our beliefs.

Which are?

But the name of our organization says it all.

The only hope for the black man in this racist society is separatism.

To that end, we avoid any unnecessary physical contact with the oppressive

order. We do not eat the same foods as the oppressive order. We refuse to

recognize the dominance of the oppressive order.

But then, Chief Ironside, we do not come here to discuss our philosophy.

If your philosophy interferes with the rights of another...

Then I'd very much like to discuss it.

As a philosopher?

A pig.

All

right, Mohammed.

What did you come here to discuss?

The unfortunate bombing incident last night.

I knew you would eventually come to see us, so I decided to save you the

trouble.

Unfortunate? That's hardly an appropriate word for a man's death.

Even a black man.

The inevitable conclusion of any relationship with a white man.

You were against that relationship?

We tried to persuade Mr. Potter to end it. And what he didn't, you threatened

him.

Unlike the Anglo -Saxon, the natural extension of diplomacy for us is not

We abhor violence.

But certain circumstances do permit exceptions.

No exceptions.

Then how do you account for the fact that a member of your organization

threatened Sid Potter?

Impossible. We have a witness.

Mustafa carried our message, which assured Mr. Potter of our love and

and begged him to see the light.

Mustafa will tell you that your witness lied.

Mustafa.

You didn't tell me he was coming here for this.

How about it, Mustafa?

Was your message of love and concern? Did my witness lie?

Well, he wouldn't listen to me.

So you threatened him? No, he bad -mouthed me. I told him, I said,

look, brother, don't be a tom. Brother, can't you see that you're being blind?

But he laid his hands on me. And you threatened to kill him? Oh, he was

on me.

I said, brother, get off of me. Don't lean on me, man. And then he shot me.

Where were you at 10 o 'clock last night? I led a meeting. Of the Afro

-Separatists?

Yeah.

You will back that up, of course.

No, I don't believe you killed.

But if we don't have the truth between us, we have nothing.

I went to Howie's bar.

I had some drinks.

I don't know what I did or where I went.

Sorry.

So?

Are we any less human than you?

There's nothing further to discuss.

Well, the time will come, brother, when you'll have to decide.

Agreed.

But no crowding.

Mohammed!

Thank you for coming.

You're looking for a murderer.

I suggest you look among your own people.

Marge Granger? Yes.

Hello, I'm for Officer Cranbelding. I'm attached to Chief Ironside's office. How

do you do?

How do you do?

Well, you look very busy.

We can't afford to pay for the repairs ourselves, so I started to clean up.

Then a neighbor came by, and then another one, and now look what's

Well, with luck and a little help from the bank, I think maybe we can have the

place ready to reopen by the time Joe gets out of the hospital.

Well, that's great.

Mrs. Granger, do you have time now for a few routine questions?

Sure.

It's hidden.

Helen, what are you doing here?

I came to help.

But you don't have to.

I'm all out of feelings. All out of tears.

Can't sit home anymore. Just look at the walls.

This building of the police department. Helen Potter. How do you do?

I'm very fine.

This building has some questions.

Only if you're up to it.

I'm up to it.

But I really don't know anything.

Mrs. Potter, you just might have heard your husband talk about someone who was

giving him trouble.

We saw hardly anyone except Joe and Marge.

And all Sid and Joe ever talked about was the franchise.

What about friends?

After a year in Vietnam, didn't they want to see any old friends?

That was what the party was all about.

Everybody who ever meant anything was supposed to be there.

The party never even got started.

Everybody who ever meant anything, including some of their friends and

I don't know.

As a matter of fact, no.

Now that I think of it, I asked Joe for the names of any of his army buddies

that might be in the area.

He told me to skip those.

It's unusual, isn't it?

Men who lived together, fought together, pulled a curtain down over that whole

year.

He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want... His name was Joe.

They both wanted to start all over.

Shut out the war.

Only the war.

Five of them, Chief.

Out of the original squad of ten.

Awful hard.

Even for Vietnam.

That might be the reason.

Six months ago, somebody tried to frag their lieutenant.

The whole squad, what was left of it then, came under suspicion.

Wasn't there an investigation?

It was dropped, for lack of evidence, and reopened two weeks ago.

A reason for going after Sid and Joe.

Somebody in that squad was grenade happy, that's for sure.

Oh, these men were in one of the few National Guard units to be activated for

Vietnam. They're all back home now in this area.

Ben Fatkins lives in the city.

Greg Hewitt stayed in the service and is a staff sergeant at the Presidio.

Steve Winters has a place in Sausalito.

All of them here, none of them invited to the grand opening party.

Well, you have been busy.

I talked to Marge and Helen.

They give you any other little gems?

They don't have any idea who could have done it.

It's highly unlikely that anybody but a serviceman would use a grenade.

Now, I suggest for the time being we concentrate on your friends.

Everyone's been sending cards and calling up Mabel and Tony Sardino.

It was nice of them, wasn't it?

Here's your list of telephone calls for this evening alone.

Ted Stern, Billy Hendricks, Selma Williams, and somebody that called and

leave a name for some reason.

How's Helen holding up?

Oh, she hurts, but she'll make it.

I'll be back in the morning.

You won't stay too long, huh?

Five minutes at the most, Mrs. Granger. Thank you. Good night, honey.

Nothing new, huh?

Well, we're inching along.

I'd like to know about Lieutenant Andrew Link.

There was an incident in Vietnam.

Yeah, some of the guys wanted to frag the lieutenant.

He was the gung -ho type, about to win the war by himself.

Some of the guys.

Were you one of them?

No.

Sid?

Sid. Sid tried to stop it.

I take it he wasn't successful.

Somebody tossed a grenade into the lieutenant's tent, but he was lucky. He

stepped outside.

Who tossed the grenade?

I didn't think during the investigation. I don't think now.

You know, the investigation has been reopened.

Yes, a major took depositions from me and Sid.

Did you tell him anything?

More than I did the first time.

Suppose the man who tried to frag Lieutenant Link carried that habit over

civilian life.

You mean the service station?

That's exactly what I mean.

Well, why would he do that?

Fear, maybe.

Maybe he panicked when they reopened the investigation.

Maybe he thinks your loyalty won't hold now that everybody's back home.

You didn't want to invite any of the men from the squad to your party.

Why?

Why, Joe?

Greg Hewitt.

When the others chickened out, Greg said he'd take care of the lieutenant.

Did you actually see him throw the grenade?

No.

But he was walking by the tent just before the grenade went off.

And then when the MPs came out of the woodwork...

He would have said that he'd never been near that tent.

Where is Lieutenant Link now?

He's dead, I'm pretty sure.

He wanted to go straight down a road through the jungle.

And we tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen.

He's a glory -hungry fool. He went ahead right into a Kong ambush.

But you didn't actually see him get killed.

Look, all that mortar fire, he didn't stand a chance.

And none of you went with him.

You get some rest.

How's he doing?

Physically, fine.

Mark, how many times have you phoned a friend, a sick friend, without leaving

your name?

It doesn't make any sense. You don't want the guy to know that you called.

Exactly. Remember when we came in this morning, somebody else called. Somebody

else?

Yes. I was just about to chase you out. Oh.

My reputation for overstating my welcome precedes me wherever I go.

It's not that we don't love you. It's just that we love our patients more.

Good night, Chief. One favor before I'm thrown out.

You keep a list of phone calls for patients?

Until the patient leaves.

Joe Granger had some calls this evening.

One left no name.

I took that call myself.

I remember because it sounded like the same man who called this morning and

no name.

Obviously, he left no message either.

Just ask how Mr. Granger was getting along and when he would be discharged.

Miss Wilson, if he calls again, or if anybody calls without leaving a name,

you let me know?

Surely. Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

Yes? I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I thought you'd like to know.

Mustafa's been cleared.

I'm convinced there's no connection between your society and the bombing.

Thank you.

Was it very hard to say that?

This kind of call is a rarity, Chief Ironside.

We should get together again sometime.

Discuss philosophy.

Mine or yours?

Perhaps ours.

Good night.

Good night, Chief Ironside.

What are you doing there?

Mr. Winters? What do you want?

Sergeant Brown, San Francisco Police.

You are Steve Winters.

Yeah, but I didn't ask for any cash.

Nobody said you did.

I wanted to talk to you. Your wife told me you'd be here.

What's it all about?

You're in the same outfit in Vietnam as Sid Potter.

You know what happened to him?

I'm starting the papers.

Ten of you started out together. I know you've got a job to do, but if it means

talking about Nam, forget it.

How'd your boat happen to sink?

Blew up under me.

I was drifting out there for no reason. An explosion right in the cabin.

Well, there might have been a reason. The same reason that got Sid Potter

killed. Look, there's no connection between Sid Potter and me.

We have to talk about Vietnam.

Only five of you came back.

Sid gone, Joe's not, but you had your boat blown up. That leaves two, Vince

Atkins and Greg Hewitt.

Vince Atkins is a leech.

Greg Hewitt is a hard rock.

Last I heard, he transferred into the regular army.

Lots of medals and uniforms.

That's all he ever liked, except for chilling.

He enjoyed that most of all.

When was the last time you saw him?

When I was discharged, it's the last time I saw any of them, and that's just

way I wanted it.

Any special reason?

Yeah, because they reminded me of things I wanted to forget.

Look, if that's all... Not quite.

Where were you Tuesday evening at 10 o 'clock, Mr. Madison?

Like I told you, I was out on an empty ocean, drifting along with an empty

You think I killed the potter, then blew up my own boat as an elephant?

Stretching all the bases.

Do you recognize that?

Like a... Might be a piece of ad, really. Might be.

I should think you'd be more familiar with it, with your service background.

Okay, so it is.

Fragmentation.

What's it got to do with me?

I just found it in the cabin of your boat.

Sid and Joe got dragged.

Lieutenant Link almost got dragged. And now you... You still think you can

forget it? Mr. Williams.

I sounded off about fragging Lieutenant Link.

And a guy who did should get a silver star for trying and lose a month's pay

failing.

But... I was just talking tough.

Just blowing my mind like most of the guys in NAMM.

Nothing hardly ever comes of it.

Fact remains that Lieutenant Link did have a grenade tossed into his tent. A

grenade did kill Sid Potter. And we have reason to believe that a grenade was

used in the attempt to kill Steve Winter.

Maybe some slant.

trying to get even for all the Kong we kill.

You do have interesting theories, Sergeant.

Well, maybe Joe set it up.

I never did believe in that buddy -buddy stuff between oil and water.

You don't like my theories?

No more than I like rat poison.

It's diversity and it's infinite variety that makes life interesting in this

star system.

I'm not sure what that means, but I heard it on a science fiction program.

Excellent memory.

No doubt you also remember where you were at 10 o 'clock on Tuesday evening.

Sure. My unit was on all -night maneuvers down the peninsula.

A thousand guys can vouch for that.

Sorry, buddy.

Anything else?

Yeah.

There are only two of you left who haven't been attacked.

You be careful.

There you go, baby.

You sure you won't have one? No, thank you.

Yeah, I read about Sid and Joe.

That's too bad.

They were a real pair of aces.

All they ever talked about was starting a business together.

Chief Ironside feels that the reopening of the investigation of the fragging

incident might have posed a threat to somebody.

Well, I'm not a threat. I gave the Army my deposition last week. I don't know

anything to hurt anyone.

Joe gave a deposition, too.

It didn't help.

Well, uh, nobody's tried anything on me.

What about that call the other night, Vince?

Hey, come on now, honey. Listen, if people are being killed and you're in

danger, the police should be told everything. Now, look, it's all right.

You've won your medals, Mr. Atkins.

Give us a chance to win some.

Well, the other night, Monday, wasn't it, honey?

Yes. Yeah. I wasn't home and Gracie got this call. And that's for me.

It was a man.

He was nice and polite.

And I told him Vince was at a sales meeting, but he wouldn't leave his name.

said that he'd call back the next day.

Yeah, but he didn't.

Except last night he called.

Vince was at another business meeting.

Well, this week has been brutal.

So, he called Monday and Wednesday nights.

Mm -hmm.

What about Tuesday?

What's the, uh, Tuesday?

You were held up by Wilton Sykes.

Ah, of course, Wilton Sykes.

He's our Midwest representative.

Yeah. Me and old Wilt pub crawled till past midnight.

Is Mr. Sykes still in town?

Sure. Didn't I just tell you this week was murder?

Where can he be reached?

Just a routine check. You know how it is.

Sure.

He's at the St. Francis.

Well, you've both been very cooperative. Thank you.

And if you get any more of those calls...

please get in touch with me immediately.

You can depend on it.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Oh, that's all right. I can let myself out.

Fresh from that drink, honey?

Please, honey.

Oh, hey, hey, hey. Excuse me just a second. There's something I forgot to

her. I bet you did.

Oh, Miss Bell, I'm going to tell you this one.

You really had me on your list of suspects?

Well, I wouldn't want you to feel neglected, Mr. Actons.

Look, I couldn't kill anybody.

Even a man, when they were shooting at me, I couldn't pull the trigger. I just

ducked down and shivered every time I got in a firefight.

Well, come on, look at me.

Am I a murderer? Your professional opinion.

No. Well, then that whole bit about checking on Will Thikes was just show.

No.

Well, uh...

I wasn't exactly with him Tuesday night.

Exactly.

Yeah, I was with a friend, but... Well, you know.

No, I don't know.

Tell me.

All right.

It was a girl.

It's only a few drinks, you know, the sort of thing a fellow would understand,

but not a wife.

What's her name and address?

Edna. Edna Lindmeier.

She's staying at the Braley Apartments in California.

Look, there's no need for this to get out, is there?

I mean, it'll be kept quiet?

Unless you've lied again.

I'm not lying. I was with Edna.

Come on, you're a cop.

You know what human nature is.

That's what's disappointing about being a cop.

There's no surprises.

Goodbye, Mr. Atkins.

Bomb squad confirmed it easily.

From a fragmentation grenade.

Same size and shape as the one in the service station.

How's he getting them, Brother Cotton?

Mr. Winters has no alibi.

He was out on his boat all alone.

Nobody saw him leave or come back?

Nope. He could have snuck his boat to cover.

I don't think so.

He's got a knot in his gut and it has nothing to do with Sid Potter.

What does it have to do with?

Oh, I think he's seen too much misery, death.

I think he's trying to resign from the human race.

Well, then, that leaves just one.

Atkins is in the clear?

Not with his wife, necessarily, but with us.

Ten o 'clock Tuesday night, he was involved.

Chief, on -site service.

Just a moment.

A Major Hackertree.

Hello, Major.

I've run down that information you asked for, Chief.

The investigation into the fragging attempt on Lieutenant Andrew Link was

reopened at the request of his brother. The brother's name again?

Eldon.

What took him so long?

He's a sailor. First mate on a tramp freighter, the Pegasus.

Took him a while to get the details.

When the Pegasus put into Saigon about three weeks ago, he started knocking

doors. Made the local brass jump.

Link still in Saigon?

Sunday. And just in time.

The boys were ready to throw Link out of town.

He just about wanted us to stop the war and concentrate on what happened to his

brother. Thought he was the greatest hero since Sergeant York.

And was he?

From my point of view, Lieutenant Link was a fool.

He not only disobeyed orders to hold his position, but walked into an obvious

trap.

Luckily, he was the only casualty.

Now, is that confirmed, or is it possible that he was missing in action?

No, he was killed.

It's definite now.

I see.

Well, thank you very much for your trouble, Major.

Anytime. Goodbye, Chief.

Goodbye.

The brother, Eldon Link, seems to have a motive.

But what about Opportunity?

He was on a ship out in the South Pacific.

Why don't we confirm that, Fran?

Contact the ship.

Right.

If anybody asked my opinion, which nobody has, I'd say that Sergeant Hewitt

our man.

Besides, he's the only one left.

Because he's the killer?

Or because he hasn't been attacked yet? You want us to take that chance?

Ed, talk to Hewitt.

Tell him to keep out of sight for a while.

Doesn't sound like he'll listen.

Persuade him, Sergeant.

Sergeant Hewitt?

Yeah?

I'm Ed Brown, San Francisco Police. I'd like to talk to you.

Uh -huh.

I'm with Chief Ironside's office. I know he's spoken to you.

We have reason to believe your life is in danger.

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah. I saw the car.

It's hair.

It went that way. Did you get the license number? Only the last part.

5 -B -E -Q.

That's good enough. That's good enough. Thanks, son. It's just fine.

This is headquarters 1 -9. I want a vehicle check.

Thank you.

Vince Atkins has been in his office for the last four hours.

Now, with Pete Winters at the boatyard, that leaves us... Smack in the middle of

nowhere except for Elvin Link.

Well, if he's on that freighter, we should hear in a minute.

Mr. Link is not on that freighter. What is your proof, sir?

Simple process of elimination. He can't be.

Chief Ironside's office?

Yes.

I see.

Thank you.

The Pegasus left Saigon on Sunday as scheduled.

But first mate Eldon Link was not on board. He's in town.

What's your proof?

DMV traced a license on that yellow Plymouth to a car rental agency at the

airport. Car was rented to Eldon Link, who arrived from Manila Sunday night.

Local address?

No. But I put out an APB on the car.

If your year is on the 4th, I would certainly hope so.

7th floor, Miss Wilson speaking.

Oh, hello, Chief.

Yes, Mr. Granger's coming along fine. He should be discharged by the end of the

week. I'm delighted to hear that. Is he still getting a lot of phone calls?

Some. They've tapered off. How about our anonymous friend?

Not today so far.

If he does phone, tell him Joe will be discharged in two hours from the time of

his call.

Two hours? I'm sure the doctor wouldn't... I didn't say to discharge

to tell the caller that.

This is a very unusual request. We don't like to give out false information.

It's a very unusual situation, Miss Wilson, or I wouldn't be asking.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

I don't know how to do this. We appreciate your cooperation, ma 'am.

Don't you have a water fountain? No, ma 'am, not if you voluntarily let us in.

What if I get sued?

The city will supply an attorney and pay all expenses.

This is it.

Thank you. Would you stand back there, please?

Well, did you find anything?

Description I got. Male, Caucasian, about 170 pounds, 35 years old.

Black hair, black mustache, no beard.

Dangerous. Might be carrying grenades.

That's right. Grenades. Army pregnant patient type.

Hall point.

Hello.

Nurse Wilson at the hospital.

Hindsight? He just called, just this minute.

What did he say? The same as before. He asked how Mr. Granger was and when he

was going to be discharged.

I told him two hours, like you said.

That would make it 7 .15.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Miss Wilson.

You've been very helpful.

We have men covering every step between the hospital exit in your car and the

parking lot. Nevertheless, I want you to know there is some danger in the plan.

I understand.

You're quite sure?

If you don't catch him, Joe will never have any peace.

So what are we waiting for?

7 .15.

Can I bejoy you a second?

Yes.

You better get ready.

Hey, I bet you didn't left.

I forgot something.

What?

A great big bad kiss.

You already gave me a great big bad kiss.

What do you know from great big bad kisses?

Is that it?

It's hardly a bidding, I mean, but you'll pass on the dark. Climb aboard.

You ready, Miss Ranger?

Yes. Reception okay?

Yeah, fine.

You're on your way.

It's all quiet.

But if you don't mind me saying so, the stakeout isn't full enough.

Oh? Look, down there towards the low wall.

It isn't covered.

It isn't, is it?

If you want a mouse to walk into a trap, you have to leave him an opening, don't

you?

No sign of him yet. Don't move too fast.

All right, hold it there.

Hold it.

What then?

What?

Gee, what?

If Link hasn't made any try by now, there's only one logical place he could

Mark, car next to Mrs.

Granger's. They're calling you right.

Get out.

Link, come on out of there.

We know you're in the white car now. Come on out.

Come on.

Looks like they're doing just fine.

It's kind of funny, though. Girls pumping gas.

You mean women's places in the home and all that?

Not exactly, but women, yeah.

Women will do exactly as they please.

Amen, brother.