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We knew Frank Harmon was going to make a buy, but we didn't know where.

I tailed him from San Francisco to Los Angeles, keeping in close contact with

local and federal narcotic authorities.

middle of the week but there was plenty of activity at the marina i was

interested in one man

the

contact was made i waited for the exchange

Harmon saw he was caught, so he surrendered.

The cellar went into the water.

An officer dived in, tried to find him, but we had no luck.

Was the man that you referred to as the cellar ever apprehended? No, sir.

Now, Sergeant, tell us exactly, how did this assignment come about?

We'd received, that is, my boss, Chief Ironside, had received a telephone tip.

We were told that a large shipment was coming in soon.

Are you a lousy creep? What, are you trying to play hero or something, huh?

Metal! Metal, you're going to get me to kill you off, Brown!

Listen, I'm going to take care of you myself, Brown! Do you understand that?

I'm going to tear you apart!

Because of the bad impression left by this unfortunate incident, the defense

would like to ask for a recess at this time. All right, Counselor. Due to the

lateness of the hour, court is recessed until 10 o 'clock tomorrow morning. The

jury members are again cautioned not to discuss the case.

All rise.

Later.

How about that guy, Bun?

You plan to do anything about it?

We've been threatened before.

I'll tell them. Note.

I'll go with you.

Sergeant Brown, I hope you'll accept my apologies and my assurances that my

client was in no way responsible for that little outburst.

You know the chief?

Mr. McGuire?

My timing may be all wrong, but may I say I'm an admirer of yours?

That's pleasant to hear at any time.

Even though I think you failed to provide our DA with a case this time, I

you to know I have great respect for your work in San Francisco. Thank you.

a great city.

I only hope you won't be bored by Los Angeles.

Never have been in the past.

Phil. Matter of fact, Los Angeles has a great deal to recommend it.

I was going to wait for you, darling. Now I won't have to. What a nice

What are you doing here? Didn't your secretary tell you I called?

No, she didn't.

Possibly because I didn't. Hello, I'm Polly McIver.

Since you aren't going to introduce me. Sorry, Mrs. Chief Robert Ironside,

Sergeant Brown. How do you do? I'm so pleased to meet you.

My pleasure.

But I'm not so sure about the star witness against my husband's client.

I can't say I blame you.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Again, I'm sorry.

Well, looks as if we get the afternoon off, too.

Right.

Let's round up Fran and Mark and get down to some serious business.

Serious business.

It is for me, after sitting in a courtroom all day.

There's enough ice, but I could use another splash of soda. Oh, it's inside.

Hey, hurry back so we can make a toast.

To what?

A tough case marked closed.

Well, I'm always in favor of constructive drinking.

But this is one I'm not too sure of.

Let's look at all the loose ends.

Who's the dealer?

How do you get this stuff into the country and of all places in the world

meet? Why a busy marina in the middle of the day? Oh, we may have Harmon.

There's more to this case than him.

Fran, what's happened to the soda? Nothing happened to the soda. Where's

bottle opener?

Oh, I found it.

I got a real problem for you to work out.

Where are we going to do that? Any place is all right with me as long as it's

Mexican. As long as it's Mexican.

Where's Ed?

Where is he?

Why don't they tell us something?

Well, there's something to tell us.

Are you sure he was still alive when they got to him? They're not just saying

that. There must be a coffee shop somewhere in this building. Why don't

if you can find it? I don't want any coffee. Well, I do.

Why don't you get it yourself?

Sure. Why don't I get it myself?

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Anything?

Only cops found the room where the shots were fired. Nothing. No prints.

No dust. Not anything.

There's no way to connect the shooting to Bundy or Harmon.

They're gonna be all right?

We're about to find out.

How is he? We're still working on him. The bullet missed all vital organs, but

that fall must have been a beauty.

You'll have a nice set of scars.

What you're saying is he'll live.

No doubt about it.

Why don't we go into my office? I'll wait here.

I need that cup of coffee.

That's all done.

It's not Big Brotherism. It's my shop. I have to know what's going on.

What about Ed?

Well, as I indicated to you, it was a nasty fall, and with the surgery and

ruptured spleen, he lost quite a bit of blood. And?

How about a drink?

Oh, I need it.

It was bourbon, wasn't it?

How long has it been, Bob?

About as long as I've been in this chair. Now tell me about Ed.

Well, we won't know anything for a while. It'll be 24 or 48 hours. Why?

We're looking for some sign, some sensitivity, movement.

It's his spine.

Welcome back.

Just take it easy. Don't try to talk.

You're in the Craig Institute, Los Angeles.

Shut up.

You were hit.

You went off the terrace.

Who? We don't know yet. LAPD's working on it.

I can make it.

With flying colors.

No jive.

No jive.

I'll wait now.

Good morning, ladies.

Understand I missed a good one last night.

Oh, which one was that?

The cop.

Got himself all shot up? Oh, yeah, 320.

Hmm.

Understand, he's kind of good looking.

Hope he didn't mess up his face.

Well, he did mess.

Rick, so fine, clean.

Yes, doctor.

Ah, never fails.

Everything good happens when I'm off.

Have a good day, lady.

See you later.

O 'Hara's male and female are all the same. The bloodier, the better.

Hey, buddy, you got something for me?

Some guy sure die hard.

It's crazy.

Sure it is, man.

The whole world's crazy.

Why not us?

It's not funny, Rick.

It's heavy trouble.

Hey, man.

It's heavy bread, too.

Look, if you don't want to help me, it's okay.

I'll find some other way.

Just got the report back on 215. The doctor probably wouldn't want to see

All right, if I'm going to take the fire stairs, check everyone coming on this

floor. Smith, go down there. If you dry on the end of the corridor, you stay

here.

Third floor, Ms. Thompson.

Yes, doctor.

Yes, yes, yes, that's right.

Excuse me, ladies.

Sergeant Ed Brown's room.

320.

Wow.

It's a bad time somebody got here.

May I see your identification, please?

I'm Officer Fran Belding, San Francisco Police Department.

This is Mark Sanger.

We're with Chief Ironside. He's in with Sergeant Brown.

Oh, well, how is he? He'd be a lot better if nobody tries to kill him.

Well, we're sure going to try to see that.

My name's Lieutenant Ben Roche. Can you prove that?

Why, yes, ma 'am. Morning, sir.

Are you a hospital employee?

Well, I guess so. I'm Dr. Crane.

May I see some identification, please? A driver's license, perhaps?

Yes, of course.

It's not a very good picture.

No, sir. They never are.

Martha.

Yes, sir?

What's going on here?

I want you to stay outside the store and see that nobody, I mean nobody, gets

inside that room unless they're authorized personnel.

Yes, sir. I'll get you a lift.

Lieutenant. I'm Dr. Craig. That's already been established. I wish someone

called my office before filling the corridors with policemen. David, I sent

police protection.

I'm sorry if I've offended you, but I thought it might be a good way to avoid

serious trouble later on.

I'm just afraid that the sight of so many armed policemen might alarm the

patients. Rogers, can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

Surely a murder attempt would be even more disturbing to your patients.

What about Albany's charges?

I looked on the rack. I looked on the desk. It has disappeared.

Come home.

I was there. I say the priest said he would take care of Ed. I heard him say

Here.

What did you want her to do? Jump up and bite you? Shoot him?

Sure, I'd like to.

But? But he's gone.

That's right.

He's gone. Even the usual police informers don't have a line on him yet.

Well, one man might know where he is.

Oh, this is laughable. You think you're going to come in here and sit down with

me and have a nice cozy little chat?

You know something, Ironside? You've got to be out of your mind. Perhaps.

You know something else? You're as crazy as he is for bringing him here.

Well, I wasn't convinced it was a good idea. No, I'll tell you, it was a lousy

idea. I could be watching a ball game on TV.

I'm afraid your client doesn't agree with your admiration for my work.

Work? Your work?

Let me tell you something. You got lucky with me, Ironside.

You got real lucky. Some crybaby punk opens up his mouth, so you decide to

Frankie Harmon, huh?

Well, your boy did the work, and where did it get him?

Frank.

All right.

All right?

What do you want?

To share a thought with you?

Most of Sergeant Brown's testimony was already on record.

It was too late to remove him as a witness, even by killing him.

So why go to all the trouble?

Chief Ironside, I'm sorry, but I don't believe this conversation is in the best

interest of my client. Whatever I say in this room, Mr. McIver, your client is

going to prison.

It only remains to be determined for how long.

You like that, don't you? That makes you feel good all over putting me away.

Makes you feel real good, doesn't it? Oh, stop bellyaching.

If you wanted to stay out of prison, you shouldn't have broken the law. It's

that simple.

For you, maybe.

What do you know about the streets?

Where do you think I grew up? In a lilac patch?

You chose your way.

one of these days.

When are you going to be out of that chair?

Now, Frank, for Pete's sake.

I don't know what to say.

I came to ask your client a question. I'll ask it now. Where's Al Bundy? I

couldn't care less. Well, you should. He shot a cop.

When we nail him for that, we will nail you for that, too.

Well, you'll prove it, mister. Prove it.

Let me out of here. I won't have to prove it.

He's your boy. He takes his orders from you.

Oh, no.

those orders he didn't.

And it's too bad about your cop.

You know that? I mean, it's too bad that whoever shot him wasn't a better shot.

That was dirty.

Look who's laughing.

Well, congratulations.

I thought you'd abandoned me. No chance.

I must have been. I wasn't expecting all this hilarity.

Yeah, well, they asked me how I'm feeling.

Had I made the mistake of asking him not to make me laugh? Time's up. I think

you've had enough pressure relief by now. Yeah, I think so.

We'll get Ethan.

No, we'll talk about it later.

No, now, please.

No, now.

I want to know how you are feeling.

A bit tight in the chest.

I hurt everywhere.

I think I'm good for about another five minutes.

Okay, I spoke to Harmon.

I don't think he had a thing to do with it. Well, sure, he didn't. He was locked

up, but Bundy wasn't. I don't like that.

We heard Bundy make the threat.

I like that even less.

Bundy has ice water in his veins, always has had. Now, why finger himself as an

executioner in front of the whole world just isn't his style.

Good morning.

Good morning, Doctor. What is this, a convention?

You out, you out. And me?

It's all right, we're just leaving.

Mark, I need a favor.

Transcript of Ed's testimony.

While the trial is on, that's good.

Use my name if you have to.

Threaten, steal, bluff.

Make love to the stenographer if it'll help.

Yes,

sir.

Ed. Try not to laugh.

You want anything?

No, thanks.

I'll see you later, then.

and my testimony will do.

Neither do I. But it'll give me something to do until we get our hands

and bring the truth out of him.

Yeah, I could use a little truth myself.

Okay.

You know, you've got a broken wrist.

You know, they had to...

and stop the bleeding.

I've been operated on before, Chief.

What is all this?

I think I could sleep for a little while now.

If you don't mind.

I wish I hadn't told him.

Somebody had to.

Step this way, please. We already got a passage downstairs.

I know, sir, but I am to see them.

And if I might see some personal identification also.

Will my license do? Yes, it'll be fine.

All right, sir. Thank you for being so patient. Okay.

Wait on ten minutes.

Oh, okay, Dad.

Good evening, Dr. Ritter. Good evening.

Evening, love. How are we doing? Oh, don't ask.

You working nights now? You want to live high, you got to make the dough.

You know Ricky, hmm?

No. New?

About six months new.

Goes to show you. Listen, you got an emergency hysterectomy for us.

Not that I know of.

322.

What, are you crazy or something? I've got a man in 322.

Oops.

You suppose it could be 422?

It's me.

Well, you don't mind if we take a look, do you? Suit yourself.

But if you get a hysterectomy out of that room, I'm going to write a paper on

it.

She was right.

There's a man in here.

Well, let's see if we can find her someplace else.

Wiggle your toes.

Wiggle your toes, Sergeant.

How? Nothing works.

Do as I tell you.

Come on now, try to move your toes.

Yes, Sergeant.

That fascinates you, doesn't it?

How is he, David?

He has a chance for a full recovery.

What kind of chance?

But the bullet shattered a nerve junction in your spine.

What does that mean? It means that there's no reason that you can't live a

and productive life. It means that when you leave here, You can do anything you

like.

Anything except walk.

You have a doctor here working on some sort of grant developing a new technique

for treating spinal cord trauma.

Are you taking to reading medical journals these days?

I see.

He's our chief of medicine, Dr. Hunter. He's working on a protein nutrient we

call polypeptides, which we hope... No, no, no, it's not Paul Hunter. This man's

a surgeon, William Ritter.

Well, you are reading.

Yes, he's here. I'd like him to see Ed. There's no need for that. He's

qualified, isn't he?

Well, he's the vet. Well, Bob, Ritter's technique is still experimental.

And Sergeant Brown's injury... David, you're not denying that boy a right to a

consultant, are you?

Get me Dr. Ritter, please.

Oh, wow.

That's fantastic, Bill.

You wouldn't know it was the same animal.

I am really impressed.

I would be, too, if I saw one patient, one human being, get up on his feet and

walk right out of this hospital. That'll happen, too.

Yeah, but when?

Bill, I keep telling you you have to publish. You've got to write a paper.

No, not yet.

You remember that little article I did on polypeptides?

I just mentioned your technique in passing. Look at the interest it

It was premature, and you should have left me out of it.

Well, it's pretty difficult to mention a chemical that helps regenerate severed

nerve fibers without first mentioning the technique that reconnects them in

first place. Until that technique is proved successful, how do you combine me

personally?

I'm not going to have it published.

Football is around this world, so some hot shot researcher in Timbuktu can get

the jump on me with it. There are some great medical minds out there.

Men that might pass some improvement along to you. You know, maybe one of

hot shots in Timbuktu is also using sheath wrappers to help repair nerve

And if he is, you might share an idea with him, or vice versa.

And you know that this oxygen chamber is going to develop a lot of interest in

loads of people.

Dr. Ritter's lab.

What's going on here? Did Craig put you up to this? No, he didn't.

Okay, right away.

All right, Paul, look. You're close to him. Mm -hmm.

Did he ever say anything about why he won't give me the green light to

How do you know why?

Dr. Ritter?

Yeah, it was Dr. Craig. He wants to see you.

Jan's waiting for me downstairs.

I promised to take her to dinner. Oh, I'm just telling you, you got delayed.

Will you tell her I'll make it up to her? Will you tell her that, Paul?

Sure.

Delays, delays, delays, delays.

You're going to make excuses for him. Don't bother. He's really sorry, Jan.

he is going to make it up to you.

That's what he said about my 14th birthday and my 15th birthday and my

birthday. Is today your birthday?

No.

No, I was just going to have a whole hour with my father.

But it won't be the first time I've spent an evening alone.

He is a dedicated man.

Yeah.

Particularly when it comes to the William Thomas Wakeman Award.

Oh. Well, how can he be numero uno if he keeps taking time off from his

invention to visit with his daughter?

Some sneak might pick up a scalpel and feel the thunder.

Jan, don't you think you're being maybe just a little bit hard on him?

Yeah, probably.

I'm sure thousands of people who benefit from his work would think so.

Yeah.

After all...

dates Ben Franklin broke with his daughter when he was out playing with

kite.

And I don't remember any criticism of Thomas Edison because history gave him

sole credit for the light bulb either.

Oh, which has nothing to do with pizza.

What?

Oh, you know what's amazing?

I have had my mouth set on pizza all day. And I do have the night off. How

you like some company?

Do you like anchovies? Hate them. Let's go.

Do you play cribbage?

I don't want to brag, but according to many reliable sources, I am probably the

worst cribbage player of all time.

That bad?

Mm -hmm.

I didn't hear that.

Dr. Hunter.

You're wanted in pathology, doctor.

Some other time.

On the way.

Mark?

I thought I heard you.

Did you just get in?

Well, I haven't been to bed yet.

The foul deed is done, transcript of Ed's testimony.

Threats, bluff, or, uh, did you?

Don't ask, I'm a gentleman.

It really happened?

Yeah, it really happened.

I woke up this morning, and while my mind was still, well, you know, kind of

fuzzy, I thought, no.

It was only a bad dream.

Ed wasn't shot. He didn't break his back. Well, you thought wrong. You

wake up.

Mark, what's wrong?

Wow.

You know, I was only this far away from him.

If only I'd been looking at him, I might have been able to grab him, but I

wasn't looking.

Mark.

Why wasn't I looking? Why didn't I grab him? We were all here.

You were inside.

The chief couldn't have.

Only me. I'm the only one.

If I'd been looking at him when he got hit.

Instead of worrying about my own body.

Hello. Thought you might like some good news for a change.

All right, that's our man. Let's move in.

A list of Frank Harmon's contacts.

Bundy was planning a takeover while his boss was inside.

That doesn't mean he didn't shoot Ed. I think it does.

He was in Vegas a dozen witnesses.

That would mean that the threats in court was just a phony show of loyalty

he was flying the double cross.

Somewhere out there is a man we don't know who wants to kill Ed Brown for a

reason we don't know.

Will you tell us, Sergeant, please?

I can't.

Well, try to move.

Yeah, I'm trying.

Well, try harder.

I can't. Well, you could yesterday.

Well, today I can't.

Well, let's try something else.

Tell me if you feel anything.

You feel anything?

No, I don't feel anything.

You feel this?

No. Anything at all?

No.

You tell me if you have anything fishing whatsoever.

Anything?

I don't feel anything, no.

Anything at all? Do you feel anything?

No.

Sasha, I want you to try to wiggle your toes.

102, next door, I am.

See you later, Sergeant.

This is what's doing it. There's pressure being exerted on the cord right

Fiber bundles and peripherals are being stretched.

You think there might be some tearing, too?

I don't find out.

This is Dr. Riddell, our scheduling place.

What are you doing, Bill?

I've been waiting for this case for a long time.

The optimal patient.

I'm going to operate.

Don't you think David might have something to say about this?

No. David, we're facing an incomplete lesion.

Progressive. We can't wait.

Paralysis is moving up the spine.

If we do anything, it'll be open -cord cooling.

We cool the spinal cord with saline solution. That'll lower the metabolic

and reduce the swelling.

That's not enough.

I think we're involved with tearing.

That's a whole new ballgame.

That means microsurgery, sheathing, pulse polypeptide infusion.

High oxygen chamber.

Everything I've been working on, my whole technique.

Your technique, doctor, is still in your lab. It's ready, I'm ready, and the

patient's ready. We won't know that for sure until we examine the spinal cord.

And as for your technique, nobody knows much about that. What are you saying?

Publish it or forget it? No, I mean, you've been so secretive about this that

none of your fellow neurosurgeons has a chance to evaluate or criticize it. For

better or worse.

Yes?

All right. Thank you, Martha.

Did you talk to the patient about this?

Yes, I did. There was no time for protocol.

I'm afraid the whole thing is academic anyway, Bill.

Sergeant Brown has just refused to sign any kind of surgical release.

I suppose you'd like an explanation.

Of what?

Long time ago.

I got your hopes up because you thought you had some kind of feeling in your

legs. Thought I did.

Yeah, I thought you had.

It nearly blew your mind. Or have you forgotten that part?

No, I haven't forgotten.

I let myself believe in a false hope.

Yeah, well, see, I learned from that.

I can face the truth without...

building up any false hopes. I'm facing it now and I can live with it.

Because I can?

Yeah.

Because you're as good as me and you can do anything I can do? You said it.

All right.

I want to tell you something.

I don't live with it. I die with it every day in every way.

If right now someone offered me one chance in ten million in my life or my

I'd grab it.

I couldn't live if I didn't do that.

If you don't, you're a fool.

I don't have time to waste on fools.

scared.

So am I.

If it fails, then I'd really have to face

reality. No choices left.

My case was always hopeless.

Yours isn't.

I don't care if they use new techniques or old ones.

You just can't lie there and not let them try.

What did he say? Is it on or off?

We're to pick up Sergeant Brown for x -ray.

Okay. See the officer at the door.

Are they hospital attendants? No, ma 'am.

Interns? They're a couple of male nurses.

One of those male nurses is wearing Brown's shoes.

Stop them.

Now hold it up there.

Let me check your order again.

God, I don't know what I'm thinking now.

Good morning.

Laundry mark indicates the whites belong to a Maurice Goodson.

Is there such a person? Yeah.

I've already spoken to him. He's one of your male nurses. He previously reported

that several uniforms were stolen from his apartment.

Apparently his shoes didn't fit.

Any record on the dead man?

No police record. The man's name was Vernon Duff, dishonorably discharged

from the Army because of a knife fight in the PX.

Oh, yeah, this little...

This little number was found in his pocket.

Evidently, he was planning a little surgery of his own.

Have you scheduled Ed's operation yet?

Tomorrow morning.

You?

Ritter.

Will you try it again, operator, please? I'm not getting an answer. It's my home

phone, and my daughter should be there.

She didn't say anything about going outside.

Bill, wherever she is, I just hope she's having fun.

Please don't go.

I just paid the hostess ten bucks to let me submit to you.

You're so lowly.

Well, yeah, but I wanted someone to talk to and you look nice.

And because you weren't dancing, I can't dance because of this trick back that

keeps going out on me.

Would you mind just sitting and talking?

No.

I wouldn't mind.

You know, we should have checked out of the hotel.

Leave the shame to waste the money.

If they can afford it, I'd rather not tip our hand.

You, uh, doing us any good?

no guarantee that what I'm looking for is in here.

I only know that this knife means that Ed Brown is a threat to someone.

We've got to find out who that someone is.

He's going to try again.