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All right, Chief.

If you don't believe me,

I might as well forget it. I'm bothered going before the parole board next

month. What have you given me to believe, Wilson? The same tired, far

the jury wouldn't buy?

Happens to be the truth.

I'm sorry I can't make it better.

I'm sorry, too.

When you wrote and asked me to come over here, you indicated there were some

changes you were prepared to make in that story.

I didn't mean it that way.

Look, Wilson, don't put me on. I know what was in your letter.

I can read it to you if you want me to refresh your memory.

I know what it says.

Why, then?

Maybe... I was afraid you wouldn't come.

All right, I'm here.

Now, how does that get you any points with the parole board?

The insurance underwriters had to make good on the half a million dollars

from the armored car. Now, they're not going to think kindly of you while that

money's still out.

I didn't take the money. But there's a persuasive body of evidence that says

were the inside man for those who did.

I wasn't. I'm innocent, Chief.

You and 99 % of your classmates here.

Well, at least you're in good company.

Mark!

There's no chance that Wilson is on the level.

Gonna be a born loser, just happen to be standing in the wrong place at the

wrong time. No chance. In fact, that's what brought me here.

His lawyer said he had something new to tell me. Maybe somebody got to him.

Station 211. Call Sergeant Brown at your office.

Chief Hindsight's office.

Yes, Chief. I have a message from the commissioner.

He'd like a reading from you on the Milton case as soon as possible.

Satisfied Milton was framed. Tell the commissioner I'll brief him on it when I

get in.

Will do.

How'd you come out with Wilson?

Negative.

We just got a call from the warden's house. He wants you to drop by before

leave. Thank you.

Mark.

Never made a social call on a warden before.

Don't be a snob.

Still feels kind of funny.

Yes, sir.

I'm Robert Ironside. The warden left word for me at the gate to stop by.

Come in.

Do a study.

Come on in, Chief.

Join the club.

Toby, lock them in the supply room.

All right, you heard the man.

Come on, move!

Hands on the wall, baby.

Easy.

You think you don't like this?

Try being dead.

I'm sorry, Robert. There was nothing I could do.

Why?

You should be able to figure that out.

Perhaps, but I'd rather you tell me.

You're going to drive us all out of here.

And just to keep everybody honest, the warden's wife will be with us.

How long are you in for?

Too long.

It'll be a lot longer with the kidnapping charge.

I guess that puts it up to you and the warden to see that nothing happens like

that. We don't make it.

She don't either.

Now, which is it going to be?

Or do we try it without you?

Tell him I'm not bluffing.

Well, what's holding things up?

I was just giving him the word. Well, snap it up.

Sell checks in an hour.

I can tell time.

Yeah, but if we ain't out there when that plane touches down at half moon.

up.

Okay, but let's get going.

Well, who drives?

Pull the van around to the side of the house.

Remember, baby, we've got your boss.

What's that?

Randall at his office.

They're out there, Chief.

Get the warden over to the couch.

Whatever it is, get him inside.

No more gunplay.

I'll bet it.

Just don't let them know it.

Everything all right?

Sure. Come on in.

I was just walking by and thought I'd... You got good ears. All the others.

Move.

Hey.

I'm dialing the infirmary.

If you want the warden to live, we've got to have some medical attention for

in a hurry.

Let him get the doctor, please.

It's going to sound real legitimate.

You calling the doctor for him. Let her take it.

Nothing about it can shut one.

Hello.

This is Mrs. Layden.

The warden isn't feeling well.

Would you ask Dr. Ring to come by the house, please?

No.

No, it isn't an emergency.

But I'd feel better if the doctor saw him.

Thank you.

He'll be right over.

You satisfied?

How bad is he?

We won't know that till the doctor gets here.

But I'll tell you one thing.

If he doesn't make it, all the hostages in the world aren't going to do you one

bit of good.

Depends. Warden's obviously undergoing vascular shock, circulatory collapse.

I asked the doc.

I said obviously because the loss of blood is minimal.

The wound isn't to a vital part of his body, and yet he's been in a coma since

the shooting.

Do you know your medicine, Chief?

Doctor, I don't suppose you carry any plasma with you.

Well, if I'd have known it was a gunshot wound.

All right, so you don't have any plasma.

What else can you do for him?

Well, I can get some.

How? By calling the infirmary. Just like that, huh?

Tell the infirmary, shoot a little plasma to me, baby.

The warden's been shot.

What do you suggest, Sims?

Is there anything else you use plasma for?

Not that I know of.

I asked him, not you.

Nothing that wouldn't be just as bad from your point of view. It could be a

knife cut, a heavy concussion caused by a blow from a blunt instrument.

Forget it.

And this is as far as you go, Sims.

I wouldn't bet on that.

If you let the warden die, what happens to the value of your hostages?

The warden is the only one who can stop any pursuit once you're out of here.

Shut up and let me think.

Yeah, you do have a problem.

Mark, did you pick up that package of cigarettes for me when we left the

The new brand Ed Brown told me about.

Mirage.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Chief. I forgot.

Oh, thank you.

You're important in the storm.

Now, let's think your problem through, Mr. Sims.

It's our problem as well. I don't want the warden to die either.

Nor do I have a desire to be killed in the crossfire between you and the

authorities if you crash out in my vehicle.

Good thinking.

I hope so.

Now, we need that plasma, and we don't have all the time in the world.

You don't have to tell me about my clock.

I know it's running.

It's running on you, too.

Exactly.

Now, how do we get a couple of plasma kits out of the infirmary medical

storeroom without alerting the whole prison?

You could send Dr. Ring.

I'm sure his lips would be sealed by your threat to take reprisal on the rest

us if he talked.

On the other hand, there's a chance the warden's condition might worsen.

He might need emergency treatment, like heart massage.

That so, isn't it, Doctor?

It would be safer for me not to leave him.

You send up a balloon and then you shoot it down.

What's the point?

Mark, you saw the warden's cook. Do you think you could pass for him?

We're the same color.

Also about the same size.

Now let me shoot this balloon.

You want this man to go to the infirmary dressed in the cook's monkey suit,

right?

Well, Dr. Ring could give him an order on the infirmary for some drugs for a

cold, let's say.

Better get him past the checkpoints.

Why wouldn't the same thing work for the cook?

You missed that balloon.

The cook doesn't care whether your hostages live or die.

He might cop out.

Probably would.

Hoping it would cut his time.

All right.

So he's in the infirmary.

How does he get the plasma?

Dr. Ring draws me a floor plan of the infirmary.

X marks where the plasma kits are kept.

I happen to carry a key to that storeroom.

All right, I buy it.

Toby!

But you listen to me good.

Don't play games.

And don't get caught.

What do you want?

Take this guy downstairs and have him put on the cook's outfit. He's going on

errand for us.

If you're not back in 20 minutes, there's going to be a lot of dead people

this house.

I did.

Here, give this to the clerk at the infirmary.

Mark, if they have a cigarette machine, see if you can pick me up a package of

Mirage.

How does it feel?

How does what feel?

Holding the short end of the stick for a change.

I don't like it.

No more speeches about how we won't get away with it?

No, as a matter of fact, I'd say your chances of getting away with it were

That doesn't seem to bother you a bit.

Nobody bats a thousand.

You're dry for better.

Yes? I have to see the assistant warden.

Did he send for you? No, sir. Who are you? What are you doing here?

My name is Singer, Mark Singer. I'm with the San Francisco police.

Well, if you'll just wait a minute. Look, I can't wait. It's important that

think. You better come with me.

Look, I'd better see the assistant warden or Warden Layton and his wife are

going to be dead.

Look,

there's going to be a bust out.

What's going on out here?

He got in here somehow. Claims he's an officer from the San Francisco Police

Department. I didn't say officer.

But you did say you were going to kill Warden Layton and his wife. No, I didn't

say that either.

All right, now hold it.

Take this man to detention.

Vogue, get me the warden's house.

Hey, don't do that.

I was just on the phone with Dr. Ring. He was calling from the warden's house.

Said the warden wouldn't be in the office today. He's down with a bug.

He's down with a bullet.

Look, I'm Mark Singer. I work for Chief Robert Ironside.

I'll prove it if you take this guard off my back and let me use your phone.

Bring him in here.

All right, Mark, we'll be ready.

The Mirage cigarettes will be there even if I have to paint the label myself.

And there'll be a special detail standing by at Half Moon Airport.

Right. But we need time.

You and the warden stall as long as you can.

Will do.

Well, I guess that's about it.

Mark. Yes.

Later.

The plasma kits you sent for? Give them to Mr. Sanger.

Well, I made it once, warden.

Am I pushing my luck?

I don't think so.

I'll see that no one stops you.

Well, better get moving.

Mr. Sanger, what was all that about some kind of cigarette?

Oh, it's a code name. Stands for Miniaturized Intercom Radio Air Ground

Exchange. Small enough to fit in a bag of cigarettes.

Ah.

About time that boy of yours got back, isn't it?

Mr. Sanger will be on time.

Here he comes.

Everything okay?

He's alone.

Look, just keep trimming the head. You haven't seen me.

You get the stuff?

Maybe in trouble.

What do you mean?

Well, there's a guy working out front. He recognized me. Terry Wilson.

You got through the gates okay?

None of the guys bugged you?

I'm here.

What about the guy out there?

He knows I worked for the chief.

We'll take care of him.

What about my cigarettes, Mark?

You would get hooked on a brand nobody ever heard of.

I don't suppose you even bothered to try.

Oh, I tried.

How could you hold a plasma bag like this?

Yeah.

I'll get a hard reaction.

How long before we know anything?

I'll have to let you know.

Hey, son, what's the hang -up? We're supposed to be splitting out of here.

That's the hang -up.

Toby shot him.

Should have let him blow your head off.

It's too bad about him.

But we've got to be on our way before you guys are missed.

Hi, Chief.

Everything all right?

Told the guys to take it kind of easy on you.

Thank you, Wilson.

You answered a big question for me.

Now I know why you wrote the letter that brought me out here.

We needed the van.

Guys could get this far in the prison laundry truck that doesn't leave the

compound.

And you knew the day and hour I'd visit you.

How about that?

You Sims, you and the others.

You were in the armored car heist with Wilson?

We were the heist.

I knew about Wilson getting caught. But what put the rest of you in here?

We came up losers on an old job.

In L .A.

I get the impression that the two of you are lifers, right?

Real smart, cop.

That means you killed someone during the earlier robbery.

Someone?

That's a put -down. We scored four.

All right, shut up and get this guy back in his own clothes.

He's got to drive us out of here as soon as the warden comes around.

Come on, let's go.

Move!

Wilson, let me save you some steps.

Nobody's going anyplace until I say so, not in my vehicle.

Then you better say so, or you'll start shooting.

The old lady?

Your friend?

Who goes first?

That makes a lot of sense, doesn't it, Wilson?

Are you prepared to take part in mass cold -blooded murder, knowing from shot

one you can't get out of here, there's no way?

Terry wants to spend his cut of that half million dollars like the rest of

Well, you won't see much of it on death row.

Don't try to spook us with that old gas chamber bit.

That thing hasn't been used in over two years. They might just as well turn it

into a sauna bath for the screws.

I wouldn't count on that.

He's trying to stall us, that's all.

You're moving in a fast league, Wilson.

I think you're in over your head.

Point is, I'm moving.

Hey, Doc, what's the reading?

It's too early to tell.

He's trying to stall it, too.

Trying to run us out of time.

Bring him around, Doc. He's no good to us dead.

You're an animal.

That's right, Mr. Clayton.

This animal's getting out of his cage.

Come on, let's get this show on the road.

Well, that's all we get.

You went through it, Doc.

Just don't say the wrong thing.

Warden Layden's residence. Dr. Ring speaking.

It's the assistant warden. He wants to know how the warden is doing.

Tell him okay.

He's getting along fine.

All right.

You would like to speak to Mrs. Layden.

You better tell him everything's under control, ma 'am.

Yes.

Well, it's nothing very serious.

He's feeling much better now.

He should be back at the office in a day or two.

Oh, well... He hung up.

Well, what did he say?

He's coming right over.

He has some papers for my husband's signature.

Brewster, how are you today? Fine, sir.

Warden laying upstairs?

No, sir.

He's resting in the study.

Hello, Smith.

Hello, sir. How's the warden? Not so good, sir. He didn't touch none of his

lunch. He'll probably do better by dinner time. I hope so, sir.

Hello, Chief.

Warden, this is Mark Sanger, Assistant Warden Owen.

Mr. Sanger?

Hello, Doctor.

Grace? How's that patient?

I thought you said he was better. Oh, I'm afraid I didn't inform him as late

that. I'd given the warden. I said it to him.

He dropped off like that a few minutes after your call.

For a moment, you had me worried.

He may sleep for a couple of hours.

It doesn't really matter.

I'll just leave these here, and you can sign them when he wakes up.

You be staying, Chief?

No. No, I was about to leave.

Mr. Sanger was nice meeting you.

Let's have lunch Sunday.

Yeah, call me when you're in the city. I'll do that.

Grace, I'll see you later.

Doctor?

I didn't do what you told me to do. Yeah, now I'm telling you to move.

Keep going.

All right, Kobe.

Lock him in Smith. I'm in the basement again.

Right. Come on. Go, man.

Well, Chief, looks like it's just about that time. Any questions?

You're calling the shots.

Bring the bus up close to the house. Move.

So, Doc, now it's all on you.

You better bring the warden around.

And when you do, see that he understands what his wife is doing in Ironside's

wagon with us.

No, you can't. I've got to stay here with my husband.

You're going.

The warden's got to have a stake in what happens if we find out we're being

followed after we've left.

Make them believe we'll kill her.

Or you're just as good as pulling the trigger yourself.

Look, folks, we don't have time for long farewells.

Let's go, Mrs. Layton.

Take orders real good.

They're coming out right now.

I think we've delayed them about as long as we can.

Okay, we're ready.

How many of our lifers are you taking out with you, Chief?

You know me, Bert.

Can't make any money driving the bus empty.

Next time, Chief.

We've got a ways to go, Ironside. So just call in and we'll all get there in

piece.

What are you doing?

I have to gas up or we'll all be fucked.

Fill it up. Bring it.

Yes, sir.

Look, I thought I'd go to the cigarette machine to see if I have a cheese brand.

Thanks, Mark.

Don't make any wrong moves.

Unless you want him to kick his habit the hard way.

Bye.

You lucked out.

Mirage.

Never heard of them.

Let's say you've been a little out of touch lately.

Care to try one? Help yourself.

A bottle of water, okay?

Yeah, thanks.

Three dollars even, please.

Brown to ground control. Brown to ground control. Come in. Over. Are you

receiving the cheat?

Over.

Have subject in visual contact.

Headed south on McKenzie Road.

Mirage voice band. Rating 5 by 5. Over and out.

We're coming up on the phone.

Slow down.

Ground to ground control, over.

Ground control, over.

Subject just entered McKenzie Road Tunnel. We're flying ahead to pick them

when they come out, over.

How's the mirage contact, over.

No, we won't get anything while they're in the tunnel. Everything set at Half

Moon Air Force?

All units ready, over.

Stand by.

When I tell you to take off and keep going, be a car following you.

So if you're like Einstein to go on living, you won't make any unnecessary

until you make the airstrip.

You got that?

I got that.

Contact with subject re -established.

Subject coming up to intersection of Route 7.

Staying on McKenzie southbound. Over and out.

Did they bust up all the communication gear back there too?

Yes. Can't we just stop somewhere and use the telephone?

Our sins took out insurance.

There's a car behind us.

That guarantees we don't make any stops.

Subject still heading for Half Moon Airport. Over. How are you reading the

Mirage now? Over.

No signal at present. Over and out.

Why the switch to this vehicle, Sims?

Were you expecting the warden to double -cross you?

I didn't know what the warden would do.

We had to plan it like we expected him to do something, even if it meant taking

a chance on his wife's life.

For all we knew, that might have been the chance he was looking for.

Wouldn't be the first guy, know what I mean?

And as it worked out, we don't know what the doc might do if he can't pull the

warden through.

I presume you're not making connections with the plane touching down at half

moon.

Hey, Sims, he's catching on.

More winter dressing for the warden's benefit?

That's right.

If we were in the paddy wagon, and if we actually were going to half moon to

meet the plane, he could set up a roadblock, right?

All right. Where are we going?

Clark's Landing.

We get no reading on the Mirage band.

Clark's landing.

We've been a step ahead of you all the way, Ironside.

Clark's landing.

How about that?

Boy, the fuzz is always so great.

The dirty old con couldn't possibly out -figure the fuzz.

That's because he's stupid.

I suppose you've got a boat waiting for you there.

With half a million dollars, we could have the new Queen Elizabeth.

But all it takes is a boat at Clark's Landing.

You'll read me good.

Ground control to ground.

How long since you've had contact?

Are you sure you're within range of the transmitter? Over.

He's directly under us.

Any idea what could be wrong? Over.

I wish I knew.

It could be a malfunction in the mirage, but I read him loud and clear when they

left that filling station. Over.

I could have the subject stop for a traffic violation.

Over.

I'll buy that execute.

And stop a green late model sedan that's tailing the subject. Over.

Roger. Over and out.

She ain't close to Clark's landing. That doesn't give us a lot of time.

What do you mean, us?

Allow me to anticipate our friend's plans for our future.

Now, he's quite a planner.

Undoubtedly, we'll go aboard that boat.

She'll be underway for Mexican waters.

Some of us won't see those waters.

You won't. Neither will Wilson.

And I'm not too sure about Toby.

Why wouldn't we?

Because the more dropouts there are, the more money for those left.

Divide and conquer.

That's pretty corny.

Yeah. Maybe.

Let's look at a few facts of life.

$500 ,000 is a lot of money.

Even after you've paid a few people on the outside, like the crew for the boat.

You'll have, oh, maybe 100 ,000 apiece left. Big money.

The man can blow 100 ,000.

If one man kept it all, he'd be set for life.

That's why I think the game isn't over.

Your game is.

Nice try, Chief, but you gotta know how wrong you can be.

Coming from a man as wrong as you are, that should be interesting.

Have it your way.

Point is, Sims didn't plan anything.

I did.

He's a smart kid, Chief.

And we're not going to kill each other off.

I never killed anybody in my life.

You have now.

The victim's name is Terry Wilson.

And remember who told you, Robert T.

Ironside.

That's right, they made the switch in the tunnel.

What kind of vehicle was it? It's a hippie wagon and it's real far out.

License number is 4EB8026.

Contact every ham radio operator in the area.

Ask them to guard the mirage frequency.

Report if they pick up anything. Over.

Mark and I'll be backtracking if you find anything.

Over and out.

Girl's making good time, Sims.

Considering she wouldn't want to get stopped for speeding.

Get them off and on the boat.

You certainly take a lot of orders, Wilson.

I give them when they count.

Hey!

Bring her in!

It's all downhill from here, baby.

Hey, you guys, come on. We want to get out of here.

You do all the time.

John, down on the ground. Hit the deck.

Hands out in front of you.

Stay right there.

Hey, baby.

It's a long time no see.

Hey, walk easy. I've got a cake in the oven.

I didn't know you could bake a cake. Well, that's the first time for

Shall we?

Did they see?

They did indeed.

There's the money stashed in a coded account in Switzerland.

The warden okay?

He's fine. And his wife.

Incidentally, did I tell you you did a good job?

No, you didn't.

Well, you did.

I hear you played the parts so well you had a hard time convincing them you

weren't really a trustee. Well, I'm a method actor.

And a method cook.

Well, back to the old cookbook.

Looks like we eat out.

On you.

I'm fine.

I'll have a tenderloin, medium rare. Champagne cocktails first.

Lobster Newberg for me.

Let's vote on it.

Hamburger. Hamburger.

Hamburger.

That's what I like.

Democracy.

And from the 1970s, we head for the 1940s next. And the 1990s too, as Gary

to help Phoebe with an introduction to esteemed West End society.

Good night, sweetheart.

He's on the way.