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Whoever bought Cutter's gun isn't gonna let him talk. But what can he do now?
Anything.
And he has three hours and two thousand miles in which to do it.
A good Samaritan spotted a character in a terminal carrying some heavy hardware.
A .357 Magnum with a silencer. You've had it, Ed. They've traced you to Reno.
Someone's pinned a tail on us. Any skid marks?
Nothing fresh.
Search area, Sheriff.
I'll only need 50 men for that.
Get out and stop!
global.
Middle seat.
You're not going to leave him on all the way to San Francisco, are you? If you
play it right, everybody will think I'm your prisoner.
Here,
let me help you with that, sir. Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.
You know, it's the little things in life that count, like pretty little ladies.
I'll hang it up for you, sir. Appreciate it.
Lovely day.
Yes, sir. Lovely.
Uh,
Orville Smithers?
Hardway broker.
Big company, too.
Myself.
Smithers? I'll keep it, keep it.
What line of work you in?
Government service.
Huh.
You two fellas traveling together?
Yes, sir. Oh, boy.
Please pass me a seatbelt, sir. Oh, sure, yeah.
You know, this flight will put me in the Million Mile Club.
Of course, they do say that travel is broadening.
I can certainly attest to that.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome aboard flight eight, nonstop to San Francisco.
Flight 8.
Adieu, San Francisco.
640, our time.
Yes, thank you very much. We really appreciate your cooperation.
Goodbye.
All systems go, Chief.
It just left Chicago.
With Cutter Arno, I assume.
Oh.
Is that what I forgot to ask him?
Oh, come on, Chief.
Relax.
You've got all the bases covered.
So far.
We've only rounded first.
Thanks.
All set at the airport.
They're prepared to unload Ed and Arnold in here at 12.
After all the other passengers are off.
We'll pick them up there and we'll have an escort all the way downtown.
Well, that takes care of second, third, and home.
We'll score only if Cutter talks.
Well, why shouldn't he?
You got him cold for the Aruna killings. He doesn't blow the whistle on the John
who hired him. He stands for murder one, all alone.
It's not likely, Chief.
He'll make a deal. If he can. Whoever bought Cutter's gun isn't going to let
talk. But what can he do now?
Anything.
He has three hours and 2 ,000 miles in which to do it.
I shouldn't even be doing this.
I've tried every diet there is, but nothing seems to work.
I guess my trouble is I just love food.
When I was a kid, we never had enough.
We weren't starving, mind. It's just that I can always remember being hungry.
Wonder if I'll ever get caught up.
Okay, white guy.
How do we work this one? Thank you.
Come on, wait a minute.
Got your spoon. Oh, come on.
Maybe you prefer your fingers.
You said together. You meant together, didn't you?
Chief, what? We have to leave those things. We're going to be hanging around
airport for at least a couple of hours.
I want to check the security array.
Ten minutes.
And recheck.
Another ten minutes.
Which leaves us plenty of time.
To do what?
If we lack anything else, we can always worry.
The trouble with you is that you look at people.
Like they are what you see.
Like... I believe you, man, because you say it.
No way.
So everyone's twisted. Sure. Listen, you take my old man.
He'd come home every night. He'd give my mom his paycheck every week. Mr. Solid
Citizen, right?
Then one night, he don't come home, and that's the last we see of that guy.
It turns out he's been shacked up with some young chick all that time.
That's too bad.
Hypocrites.
That's just what people are.
When the dice are rolling, they don't care for anyone or anything except
themselves. Oh, well, I see. That's where you're wrong.
See, it's all sharing.
Now, say you got something I need.
Say I know somebody that's got something you want.
Well, somebody's got to get us together, and somebody's got to trust somebody.
That's the most confusing speech I've ever heard since that, uh, the jabber
thing. Jabberwuggy.
Well, what do you know?
An educated cop.
You must have had a real hurtful experience having your father running
I owe him to it.
And you're wrong, you know that?
You're all wrong about that sharing stuff.
Well, they do say that a salesman is the most misunderstood man in the whole
United States.
May I have your attention, please?
This is the captain.
We've noted a slight malfunction.
It's nothing to be alarmed about, but we'll be making an unscheduled landing
Reno Airport.
We hope you won't be inconvenienced too much.
Oh, miss, how serious is it? I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.
Would you ask the captain to send this, please?
Right away. Thank you. All right. Excuse me.
Would you ask him to send that, too, please?
I think my girl pen's on board.
Which one? Lady Luck. I got a feeling.
She's sitting on them dice and they're coming up. Crap.
Makes you a loser.
Not this time, friend.
I'm playing with the house.
Chief Ironside's office.
No, he's on his way to the airport.
Oh.
Yes. I'll see that he gets the message.
Goodness, I thought he said a flight malfunction.
It's been 20 minutes.
I had to make connections in San Francisco for a flight to Mexico.
Sure won't do it at this rate. This is the captain.
We're sorry, but there'll be a delay of at least two hours.
Passengers wishing to leave the airplane are requested to remain in the terminal
until further notice.
Excuse me.
Someplace we can wait?
Sure, you can use the office. Right over here. Thank you.
Straight up, Raider.
San Francisco International.
Steve. Sire. Hi.
We have a message for you from Sergeant Brown.
Flight 8's been grounded in Reno.
Anything serious?
Minor repairs is the report.
Could take a while.
We haven't even touched second yet.
I'd like to talk to Ed.
Yeah.
You know...
Security. Hello,
Chief. I hear you've run into a problem.
Best laid plans.
But we should be on our way again in two hours. I don't want any more delay.
Mark and I will charter a plane and pick you up. We should be there in an hour.
It's up to you, but there's no sweat here. Cutter's been a perfect gentleman.
You just stay right where you are.
Okay. We're in the security office.
All right.
I'll see you.
Well, we'll be a while.
Make yourself comfortable.
Thanks.
I'd like to have my baguette, please.
You won't be remaining aboard, sir?
No. No, I've made other plans.
It'll be just a few minutes if you'll wait in the baggage area.
I'm sorry, Chief. The only jet aircraft available was taken ten minutes ago. But
we do have another plane that will accommodate six three companies.
What is the jet's destination?
Reno, sir.
Pretty heavy glint.
Can I see your rental form, please?
Hey, Phillip. W .W. Wilkins.
Consolidated importing, Oakland.
All right. Tell me about Phillips and Wilkins.
Well, they seemed very anxious to get to Reno.
Apparently, it was an emergency of some sort.
What did they look like? Can you describe them? They were both in their
They wore suit, tie.
Solidated him, Cordy. Ring a bell?
No, but I think it should.
Call Fran.
Give her this information, a priority readout.
We'll see this returned to you.
Ask Sam Thurston if he can get me a record of all messages transmitted here
Flight 8.
Chief, will you be running the charter?
As quickly as possible. It'll take about 15 minutes. Hang on to Al.
We'll be there.
And if you get anything, relay it to us through airport security.
Yeah, don't worry.
We're rounding second.
Later.
Okay, friends on it. What do you mean, rounding second? We're liable to be
thrown out.
Oh, come on, Chief. We think pitchy.
I don't like a count of three and nothing.
I'll toss you for it.
Airport security.
Hey, man, what are you doing dragging your feet? Sorry, Mark. If I'd had
we'd be there by now.
Is the chief around? Yep.
Anything wrong?
I can't tell yet.
A good Samaritan spotted a character in a terminal carrying some heavy hardware,
a .357 Magnum with a silencer.
Security turned him over to Reno police.
You think there's a tie -in?
Possible. He boarded Flight 8 Chicago.
Reno ran an R &I on him. No prison time, but a string of bad arrests and...
Suspected link with bracket associations.
His name's Waller. You've had it, Ed. They've traced you to Reno. Looks like.
But I had a thought.
Uh, hold on a minute.
Thank you very much, sir.
Oh, listen, it's my pleasure.
I'm just glad I could be of some help.
Chief, there's a small airfield that's dead.
You and Mark can put down there. But can you move cutter?
I'm sure there are more Wallers in the woodwork.
Or we could use a rental car.
Any driver? No problem. Five minutes.
All set, Chief. We should reach Sted in about an hour. The only charter jet
available was taken from here to Reno by two men I'd like to know a whole lot
more about.
Maybe they could be arranged.
Only if the circumstances are right.
I got you. Talk to you later.
Keep your eyes open.
Bit of a snag, Chief.
The messages we received here from Flight 8 were taken by a clerk who went
duty 15 minutes ago.
We're trying to track her down now.
All right. Contact Fran in my office if you get anything.
Will do.
All right, Mark. That plane must be ready by now.
San Francisco Cops, you're traveling in style.
What's next, huh? The Octocard?
If we're lucky.
Someone's pinned a tail on us.
You're just the type.
Are we losing?
That airfield's straight in from here.
What about chai boots?
Oh, Larry's fooled with old mining trails that are passable.
Prospect has still used some of them.
That's it, then?
How far have we come?
Maybe six miles from the main highway.
Is there somewhere around here we could wait while you backtrack?
Uh, yeah.
About half a mile.
Lucky's. It's a beer joint, but it's closed.
Killed when they built the highway.
All right.
We'll walk. You go into the airfield. Wait for Chief Ironside. Tell him we're
here. We'll walk.
You weren't lucky.
All of a sudden, the cop's scared now.
Because he knows the Cutter's got friends.
Come on, baby, tell me, how's it feel? Your guts all tied up and not?
Come on, Dice, keep rolling and show me those cracks.
Let me give you a real laugh, Cutter. It's not my hide, I'm worried about it.
It's yours.
Oh, now, there you go.
Jabberwalking again.
Just like that slob who put the finger on Waller.
Or whatever his name was.
Waller.
You know I'm all right.
Tell me something.
What makes you so sure the bullets in his magnum didn't have your name on
Just as sure as I am that I have friends who won't let me down.
When the dice roll, they don't care about anything or anybody except
Isn't that what you said?
Happy runway 34, altimeter 2994.
No other traffic in area.
There's been no word at all, not even a phone call.
No, and I've been here all afternoon.
How far is it from here to Reno?
Oh, it's about 11 miles.
They should have made it by now easy.
We never got started.
Would you get me a Reno airport security, please? Sure.
Hey, Milt, you hold off on that call. Now, we've got to make one.
What's up?
Oh, we got an accident on the road.
Driver's killed.
Got to notify Reno Airport Security.
Airport Security? Why?
This is Chief Ironside, San Francisco Police.
Sheriff Minner, Chief Ironside.
Why, Sheriff? Why Airport Security?
Because the driver, he's one of their people.
A fellow by the name of Ted Kelly. Was he driving a rented car?
Yeah, and how'd you know that?
Well, we believe one of our men was in that car with a prisoner in custody.
No sign of anybody else.
Just the one, the driver. Perhaps they were injured in the accident.
Tried to leave on foot.
But nobody walked away from that pilot.
You haven't moved the car yet, have you? No.
I figure they're just about getting ready to take the body out about now.
Let me have a look.
Sure thing.
Keep pulling that in, will you? Sure.
Keep looking, cop.
They'll be here, but you'll never know it.
We'll never know where the bullet comes from, is that it? That's as good a way
of putting it as any.
So, what now?
Make yourself at home.
Any skid marks?
Nothing fresh.
I can't see any reason for him to run off the road.
See if there isn't a lease form in the glove compartment, Mark. And check the
odometer reading.
Right.
Well, I wanted to pull out of here, Chief.
Do you have any preliminary opinion about cause of death?
Oh, yeah.
Broken leg.
Wasn't he wearing a seat belt and harness?
Well, if he had, he'd still be alive, wouldn't he? Well, can that model be
driven without the belt and harness in place?
Sure.
Of course, maybe that warning buzzer will drive you right up the wall.
What do you got there?
Chief, police form.
They're dominant every 17 ,555.
Reno's about 11 miles away, right?
That's between 9 and 10.
And to the Reno airport?
Maybe 2, 2 1โ2. Can you be more precise?
From here to the airport?
Go to 12 miles. The car had 17 ,555 miles on it.
This says it read 17 ,531 when it was leased at the terminal.
17 ,531 from 17 ,555, 24 miles.
That leaves 12 miles unaccounted for. If they were followed, Ed would have tried
to take the tail.
Neither he did, and for some reason decided to leave the car with Cutter. Or
they were tailed, whoever it was got to him and Cutter.
On the stage, an accident with only one victim.
You think this was staged?
No skid marks.
The driver, a trained security man, was not wearing the safety harness.
No accident, Sheriff.
You know, your people, they left the car. It could be anywhere.
It's easy to wander around and get lost in.
Well, let's go.
Is your throat getting dry, cop?
They'll be here.
Where do you think it's going to come from, huh?
The window?
Just one is all it takes.
One shot.
On the local scene, the Washoe County Sheriff's Office reports a fatal traffic
accident on the road to Steed Airport.
The victim has been identified as Ted Kelly, a security officer employed at
Airport.
Oh, you lady. Keep rolling those dice.
That's right. A private jet out of SFO.
I see.
Hold it a minute.
Reno said the jet started about an hour ago.
You're standing by.
I asked him for a check on all car rentals within a 15 -minute period after
jet landed.
12 miles on a counter for him. This is where the wreck occurs.
A detailed map of that area? Yes, sir.
There you go.
There are four side roads off the highway between here and Reno.
Six miles up any of them. You figure that somewhere in one of those areas,
people left the car. The driver came ahead here, intending to meet you
That doesn't make much sense to me. Makes sense if the car was being
The security officer could have told us where he left that and cut it. Why not
stay with the car, even if it was being tailed? I mean, what, is anybody going
to do the out here?
Tailed by men who wouldn't hesitate to commit murder.
They killed the security guard.
Are you sure of that?
I'm sure.
Yep, got it, and thanks.
Two other cars leased around the same time, Chief. One to a family, the other
a James O. Smith.
Was there anyone with this, Mr. Smith? They couldn't say.
Very well. This is the search area, Sheriff.
I'll only need 50 men for that.
You see, that area is crisscrossed with old mining roads and back trails.
How about a helicopter with an infrared scanner?
Oh, yeah, we got one. But it's over in the tower area. They're looking out for
party lost kids.
And we may do.
All right, get Fran. Find out what's holding up San Francisco on that
message you sent from Flight 8. We begin looking for a rental... Then at least
one man who calls himself Smith.
Next time I take a job with you, I don't like the idea of tramping all around. I
was worried about this heat being hot. All right, we're dumping it. Yeah, and
what happens when we find Cutter? What are we going to do then?
Hitchhike or what? Take care of the contract first.
What comes later?
All right, smart guy.
Which way?
You've covered two roads already.
That's the only way left.
I was a boy's gardener as a kid. Did you know that?
Hey,
come on. How about some music, huh?
This place is giving me the creeps.
Come on, man.
Well,
the man's worried.
And look at you sweat.
Anytime now, cop.
Anytime.
Well, I just come in to wet the whistle, mister.
You can put that shooter down. I mean, I sure got nothing worth taking.
Okay.
Sorry.
Hey, I guess I must have walked myself into something, huh? No sweat.
Name's Wilson.
Pete Wilson.
Ed Brown.
Are you a peace officer, maybe? I hope. Yeah.
Okay. Hey, do you mind if I help myself? I'm dry as ten miles of dirt road. Go
ahead.
You know, I stop in here maybe four or five times a year.
Luck, luck, he went broke, you know.
But he leaves this place open as a water and hole.
That's pretty nice of him, eh?
Yeah, there's still a few of us around scratching in the dirt for color.
I've been doing it all my life.
Hey, are you waiting on someone? Yeah, Mr. Wilson, you could help me.
Oh, well, now, I ain't never been a man to say no to the sheriff.
Say, that is some rock.
Looks like a real diamond.
I bet that watch is 24 carat. Hey, did he steal it? I'd appreciate it if you'd
deliver a message for me.
Yeah, where?
State airport.
That all, Fran?
No identification?
I'm sorry, Chief. I couldn't get a trace on either a John Phillips or a W .W.
Wilkins.
But that company they're supposed to be connected with.
Consolidated and porting Oakland.
What about it? It went out of business five years ago.
Absorbed by the firm, headed by the man Cutter killed.
Aruna. All right, now what about those messages from Flight 8? Oh, there were
several.
Ed's, of course.
Two that were obviously personal.
And one to Phillips and Wilkins.
It read, stuck in Reno, standby for call.
Who sent it?
There was no signature.
All right, Fran, thanks.
We'll be in touch.
Phillips and Wilkins, or whatever their names are, they're here. They got the
message from Reno.
Who sent it?
If my data's still grounded, we may be able to find out.
Well, I've done everything I can, Chief.
But this is going to take a lot of men.
I mean, we could be out there a month of Sundays and still come up empty.
Why don't we have another look at that wreck?
And what do you expect? They're fine.
Perhaps something that might leave you free to spend next Sunday with your
family?
Hold it.
Now, what's the matter now?
We must have covered five miles.
He said it was going to be one or two.
I know they're around here somewhere.
They gotta be.
Contract was supposed to have been wrapped up in Frisco.
You want to back out now?
Huh?
Now, let me get this straight. You just want me to tell this Ironside that you
and him's here?
That's it.
Well, that airport's a few miles, you know, hard country.
Now, it ain't that I don't want to give you a hand, you know, but... You see, I
was planning on working my way east.
Airport the other way.
Ironside will make it worth your while.
If you believe that, you're dumber than you look, old man.
Oh, he has got a smart mouth on him, ain't he?
What's he done, anyway?
He killed a man.
You don't say.
Well, he sure don't look like he's got it in him.
What was it? It was over a woman, I bet.
Yeah. Yes, that pretty face, all that jewelry.
Hey, the girlies go for you, don't they, sonny? I never had to fight for it.
Just give me a minute to bring in my gear, huh?
Sure.
My friends are going to find me before that old character gets halfway there.
Still betting with the house, huh, Cutter? You never change a winning game,
baby.
If your friends do make it.
You won't get out of here alive. Sure, because you're holding the gun. I
wouldn't be the one to shoot you.
You just don't dig the way things are, do you?
I'll just throw this stuff back here.
Now get your hands up over your head and stand real still, young fella.
And you shut up.
Now we're going to play this here game my way.
Unit 2, go ahead.
On your request, Reno Terminal reports TGA Flight 8.
Unit 2, 10 -4.
Well? Any more?
No, no, no, that's fine.
All right.
Quick pipe.
Stuck to the bottom of the pan and the tie threads.
What speed gravel?
1187, clear.
Road paving material, isn't it, Sheriff?
Yeah. There's crew in the area some time back. Big plan to...
Oil and gravel, some of the back roads never got rolling.
I think they gave up the idea after the first day or two.
And some material must have been left behind.
Where?
Within six miles of here? Well, I suppose I'd call a division of road.
I suppose you could.
Stand by. 12 -8 -4, clear.
This is Unit 2.
You hook me up with the highway maintenance.
Chief, it's been over two hours.
And I'm telling you, I have friends.
They'll be here any time and they will give you more money than you ever knew
existed. Now just get the key and unlock these things.
How much?
Name it. Wilson, if you let him go, don't turn your back on him.
Give me the key.
No. Just take it. It's right in his pocket. You're just getting in deeper.
I've already gone too far, young fella.
There's a law against what I've already done.
Get up and get over there.
Come on, move.
Now, you.
I'll take that watch and ring. What do you want them for? I'm telling you, my
friends will pay you.
You talk too much, smart mouth. Get them all.
Oh, yeah, that is some sparkler.
That'll buy me more beer and beans than I've seen since September come June.
Now you, take that key, unhitch that thing from the pipe.
Latch him around your wrist, around the pipe.
It's as far as I go. Now don't go making me do something I'll really be sorry
for, young fella.
I'm leaving you, you prisoner.
All I need's a little moving around time.
Now get on with it.
We'd need a lab report to be absolutely certain, but for me, they match.
Yeah, and that tire rut was made within the last hour or so.
Ground's still damp underneath.
We could use some assistance now, Sheriff.
All right, sir.
There's unit two to unit four.
I'll leave you your shooter, young fella.
You never tell what kind of snakes might wander in here, huh?
put in yesterday, maybe we can break a fitting.
Do you want me to help you?
Ow!
Hey, boy scout, will you slow down?
Ah, shut up.
Oh, Eddie,
suppose he got that.
I see such dice. Come on, box guys. Come on, snake eyes. Let me see you. Come
on.
I kept telling them, weren't no real diamond.
Take time in you guys.
We just want to bring this back to you, Cutter.
Oh, how hot.
Great. Did you get my watch, too?
Yeah. Listen, the key to this thing is at the end of the bar.
Oh, come on, man. Cut me loose.
I think your lady just ran out on you, Cutter.
Sorry, Cutter.
But a contract's a contract.
Come on, you guys.
Don't.
Hold it!
Okay, okay.
Don't move now. Come on.
Oh, that's funny. That's real funny. The key's on the end of the bar. You want
to get it, please?
You lousy, stinking creep.
You didn't even give me a chance.
About as much as you gave Aruna.
It took a while.
The dice finally came up 11.
I'm telling you, I don't know who he is. You knew Waller.
All right, all right, yeah.
He paid me for the Aroni hit.
But I never knew who made the contract.
And no one would have made Waller if it hadn't been for that fat mouth who
fingered him. I think we may owe him a vote of appreciation.
Announcing the departure of Transglobal Airlines Flight 8 for San Francisco.
All passengers will please board immediately.
Imagine that.
Four hours.
This could bring back the stagecoach.
Oh,
hi. How are you?
Where's your friend?
I made other arrangements for him.
I guess he really wasn't your friend, was he?
Or you two together. That was dumb, wasn't it? Yes, sir. I'm Ed Brown, San
Francisco Police. Oh, sure. I'd like a word with you.
Yeah, well, why don't we talk on the plane? I'm not on this flight.
Oh, yeah.
Well, I don't want to miss you. It's only taking a minute.
Uh -huh.
Okay. It's okay?
It's fine.
It's about the man you identified.
The one with the gun?
Oh, sure.
Well, it's like I said, I went into the washroom and I saw the gun, so I figured
I should report it. Yes, of course.
I was wondering, had you ever seen him before? Could you possibly have known
him? Never saw him before in my life.
All right, that's it then. Oh, uh...
When you get to San Francisco, would it be convenient for you to give a
deposition? We're conducting an investigation on a matter that might be
Get me a teledress any time.
Yes, sir.
Well, thank you very much. Good. Have a good flight. Fine, thanks.
The return is for San Francisco.
Well, my orders are to wait.
Well, suppose we change the order.
Say 5 ,000.
Destination is Miami.
I've got to file a new flight plan first.
Come on.
Mr. Smithers, or is it Mr. Smith?
Shall I call my lawyer?
You have that right.
But you might like to know that we have Wilkins and Phillips in custody.
I never heard of it. That's odd.
They seem to know all about you.
Let's go.
It just doesn't make sense.
Why would Smithers or Smiths... Spence.
Arthur T. Spence, Mr. Top Man himself.
Okay, Spence.
Why would he turn in Waller if he was his own gunman? He blows the whistle so
that he can flush Ed and Cutter into the open. But his own man.
So, Waller pulls in jail time for illegal possession of a gun and
the plan works, nobody connects him or Spence to the killing of Cutter or Ed.
I thought the discovery of Waller was too neat, too bad. I had to find out
the connection was.
And take a chance on your only witness?
It was my idea to leave Reno security.
Well, we all took a calculated risk.
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