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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.