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- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes

Stop.

Run it back, please.

Stop!

There it is. See it?

All right, lights, please.

Well, boys, that's it.

I've told Paul that tomorrow morning you start from scratch.

You've got three months to hand over to Washington...

...an RM30 that can deliver the goods.

So for now, good night.

- Good night. - Good night, Paul.

- Good night. - Good night.

Damn, I thought the computer results were consistent.

Please, please, one at a time.

It could take weeks to find the bugs.

Paul, why don't you fly Clark in from MIT?

Maybe we've all gone stale.

We'll talk about it tomorrow morning, 8 o'clock sharp.

Right.

- Good night. - Good night.

You know, Paul, I have a hunch the VS is off.

I'll check the printouts and let you know.

Well, if your guess about the valve sequencing is right,

can we make the deadline?

There's always a chance.

- Let's go home, huh? - Hm-hmm.

Pity our poor wives. From now on it's days and night for months.

Poor Tracy, she hasn't even had a honeymoon.

Good Lord, not after two years.

I am a slave-driver.

We'll make the deadline. Stop worrying.

Good night, boss. Say hello to Emily.

Same to Tracey. Eight in the morning.

Right.

You stupid idiots!

Who are you calling a stupid idiot?

That's no way to drive a car.

Are you an expert on driving?

Okay, boys, go on.

Don't tell us what to do.

Listen,

don't start something.

I like to start things.

Hold him!

Look.

I'm on my way to get some gas.

Why don't you find something better to do?

I'm sick of people telling me what to do.

All night they've been telling me go here, go there, get out.

Don't you tell me what to do! Shut up!

Too bad he isn't that crummy bartender.

- In the dark they all look the same. - They sure do.

I wonder who he really is.

Walter Sherill.

13 West Street.

West Los Angeles.

Walter Sherill?

- Him? - What's the matter, Bill?

I know him.

Get back in the car.

Well, what do you know?

A credit card for everything.

When he wants gas and oil,

he wants to go shopping,

when he wants a meal.

The world depends upon characters like you, Mr. Sherill.

You're a real square.

You're just what your boss wants, just what your wife wants.

Play it safe.

You never get sore, do you?

Come on, get sore!

That's it, Chuck, tell him.

If the speed limit's 30, I'll bet you go 30.

I bet you got a safe-driver's award, haven't you, Mr. Sherill?

I don't like your kind, Mr. Sherill.

The solid citizen.

Well, well, the little wife.

I know her kind.

Hey, get him!

He has a fracture of the left leg.

Also two cracked ribs and a slight concussion.

Be thankful they didn't kill him.

- They? Who are they? - I don't know.

Is he going to be all right?

It'll take time.

They worked his head over in the pavement.

That might mean headaches for a while, poor concentration,

It was a shock to the nervous system.

You can see him.

Only he'll be wanting to sleep pretty soon. I gave him a sedative.

Don't stay long.

Thank you, doctor.

- Hi. - Don't try to talk.

Can't leave you out of my sight for a moment, can I?

Fine engineer I am.

Run out of gas...

walk a block...

a bunch of kids gang up on me.

Kids?

- In their teens. - Good Lord!

I'll be out of here soon.

Of course you will.

I'll drop by tomorrow night.

Trace.

I'm here.

Darling.

Please try and sleep.

A grown man against five boys.

I couldn't reason with them.

No reason.

I...

I felt like an animal.

Do you feel strong enough to go over these notes just once more...

...in case you remember anything else?

Yeah. Go ahead.

"Five boys, teenagers, the victim..." - What a horrible word.

I feel like a victim.

"Victim Walter Sherill, unable to make out faces,

but remembers the name 'Chuck'."

The leader.

"Sherill believes boy lived far from the scene of attack,

robbery not a motive, attackers well-dressed, educated."

Mr. Koleski.

Why would five boys,

evidently above-average intelligence,

probably from nice homes, do something like this?

You mean it doesn't fit your image of a juvenile gang?

Somehow I always think of dark leather jackets, Levi's,

slums, you know, the underprivileged.

Now you know better, hm?

All right. "Sherill remembers name 'Bill' who seemed to know him."

If I could only remember who he is.

It's funny.

- What's funny? - Not being a parent myself as...

As yet.

I never paid much attention to kids.

It's just funny.

Listen, if, uh...

If you feel too tired, I can come back tomorrow.

No.

"Sherill positive automobile souped-up Mercury convertible,

four or five years old,

silver-paint job, twin silver tail pipes...

...and a very high antenna with end clipped down."

And that's it.

You've got an unusual eye for detail.

If you ever want to be a detective, I'll put a good word in for you.

No, thanks, I just want to go back to my job.

It's rockets, hm? That must be interesting.

Myself, I have the human element to contend with.

The bartender.

- What bartender? - Seems they got in trouble in a bar.

He hated the bartender.

But he hated me even worse.

Why I don't know.

You didn't happen to catch the name of the bar, did you?

No.

Well, thank you, bye-bye.

Goodbye.

He seems very efficient.

Every time I think they could have killed you, I...

Oh, well.

It's over and done with, we've got to try to forget.

We'll get you up and back to work as soon as possible.

Only thing is... it isn't over and done with.

Right now...

...maybe down the block there's a boy who knows this.

Who's capable of...

Juvenile division.

Yes, sergeant?

Last night, about a block away from here, a bunch of boys beat up a guy named Sherill.

They put him in the hospital.

Boys will be boys.

I suppose you didn't read anything about it.

I haven't read a newspaper since 1950.

Too depressing.

Could be more depressing.

I was only kidding, sergeant.

What time did the boys come in?

What boys?

Look, they talked to a bartender, and they ganged up on Sherill,

there's only one bar in the neighborhood, so don't make problems for yourself.

Give me another beer.

- Give me a minute to think. - You got a minute to think.

- Could have been the same kids. - Hm-hmm. What time?

About midnight.

I didn't even have to ask for their IDs.

Just told them they were too young and they left.

Just like that.

Fast.

I want to stay friendly with the liquor control board.

What did they look like?

Thursday's always a busy night.

Will you stop wasting my time?

They wore sports jackets and slacks.

One kid kept handing out ten-dollar words.

- He did all the talking. - What did he look like?

Dark hair, good-looking.

You know, Beverly Hills, Westwood.

I can smell money even though I don't have any.

- Did you happen to catch any names? - No.

So nothing happened, huh?

They just came in, you told them to leave and they left.

Right.

And you want to stay in good terms with the liquor control board.

Now look here, sergeant.

Look, something happened here last night.

I don't know what it was, they didn't like you, they didn't like the bar,

and then they took it out on Sherill, so don't lie to me.

Okay.

It was this Mexican and a buddy, a colored guy.

They had a little argument with the boys.

It's always a little argument. What was the little argument about?

Oh, I don't know. I was up at this end of the bar, I just heard some yelling.

You know where I can find these two?

So help me, I don't know.

I don't even know their names. They ain't regular customers.

Now do me a favor, will you.

If they ever come in here again,

you get in touch with me, hm?

- Sure. - Thanks.

Sure.

Just hold everything. I'll be back at the office in half an hour.

You shouldn't take time off.

It was worth the chance of seeing you on your feet so soon.

Tracey says in another ten days you'll be skipping rope.

- I'm getting out of here. - What?

I'm going back to work Monday.

Oh, easy, Walt, you still need treatment.

We've got a deadline, remember?

Oh, by the way, you were right.

We fed new numbers into the computer.

The error is in the valve sequencing.

Hate.

Hm?

Those boys hated me. They kept hitting me because they felt like it.

I'm... not used to hate.

I know.

Even in the war I didn't hate, it was more impersonal.

But this is kind of senseless.

That's what's so horrible.

We both saw violence during the war, but...

...there was some sort of reason for it.

If I only knew what they looked like.

It's easier to forget it if they don't have faces.

But they have faces.

And names.

Help me up, Paul.

See you Monday.

We'll let Tracey and the doctor decide that.

I'll be all right.

You all right?

Yeah.

Busted your leg, huh?

How did it happen? Accident?

Yeah, an accident.

It's too bad.

Well, so long now.

Hi, Mom.

Hello, there.

Hello, Mrs. Sherill.

- How's the invalid? - At work, crutches and all.

I missed him, hm?

I'm sorry to hear that because I have a few more questions to ask him,

but they'll have to wait.

Any luck so far?

No, ma'am, I've had no luck so far. I'm afraid the, uh...

...the long arm of the law is still in the dark.

Mrs. Sherill!

How's about mowing your lawn?

Mr. Sherill can't keep a mower going with a broken leg.

How did you know that?

And our name?

Mrs. Johnson told me.

- What's your name? - Danny.

All right, Danny, I'll... I'll keep you in mind.

You were hoping his name was Bill?

Every teenager I see in the neighborhood...

Oh.

- How about a cup of coffee? - My pleasure.

- Could I have it strong and black, please? - Hm-hmm.

Well, we've checked and rechecked every juvenile gang in the downtown L.A. area,

There's not one of them wouldn't give his white teeth for a Merc convertible,

but they'd be just as happy to settle for a motorcycle, believe me.

Then if Walt was right and they do come from around here, maybe...

I... I know I haven't any business suggesting.

Go ahead.

Well, my brother's principal at Cortez High...

- Roy Baldwin's your brother? - You know him?

It's part of my job to know the high schools in the L.A. area.

Well, maybe if a Chuck or Bill at Cortez has been in trouble recently...

That's a very interesting idea.

Would you mind if I come along?

Not at all, come along.

There are 3000 students in this school.

I'd have to ask every boy to speak up so Walt could listen to their voices.

It's impossible.

You know I'd give anything to be able to help.

It would be bad enough if it were just anybody,

but it happened to a member of my family, and that hurts.

Have you had trouble with any students of either name recently,

or is there any on probation?

The moment the idea came to me that they might attend this school, I double-checked.

Oh, a few minor offenses, really trivial.

None of them committed by a Bill, or Chuck, or Charles.

Well, thanks, anyway.

I'm sure sorry I couldn't help.

Give my best to Walt, sis.

I wish he hadn't gone back to work this soon.

I do too. But thanks anyway, Roy.

Goodbye, dear.

- If there's anything else I can do. - Thank you very much.

Now why didn't Bill come and tell me himself?

Oh, he's scared, he doesn't want to be seen with us.

He's chicken.

He's sure it was Mrs. Sherill.

Yeah, he sees her at the store all the time.

And they went into the principal's office, huh?

Right, he followed them there.

How do you know the guy was a detective?

He heard him call him sergeant.

Or maybe he was a soldier, huh?

Come on!

He was a cop, alright.

Sounds like the Sherills don't know enough to quit.

They can be taught.

Good evening, ma'am.

I realize it's late to be calling.

Yes, wh... what is it you want?

- May I come in? - I asked you what do you want.

Well, I'm in my last year of high school.

And I hope to go to Caltech next fall and study electronics.

Please, get to the point.

Well, the only way I can go to Caltech is if I get a scholarship.

Now, ma'am, I have with me a list of magazines I'm sure you'll be interested in.

If I might come in and explain.

No!

Tracey.

You idiot.

I'm sorry, I was...

I'm gonna take you home.

You've done enough for your first day.

Tell that to the civilian space agency.

Hello?

Yes, this is Mrs. Sherill.

Warning? What do you mean?

Why? Why did you do it? We've done nothing to you.

Who are you?

No.

No, you wouldn't.

You wouldn't do that.

Hello?

Hello!

Trace!

Hello, darling.

How do you feel?

Oh, I fouled up the whole day.

What did you expect your first day at work?

- Did you, uh... you invite Paul in? - No, they had a date.

Oh.

What happened?

Oh, um...

Silly of me. I was all thumbs this afternoon.

I was cleaning the drapes with the vacuum and bang.

The darn thing went right through the window pane.

I should have cleaned it up hours ago, but...

...with one thing and another.

- I, uh... - What is it, Tracey?

Nothing, really. I'll, uh...

- I'll go and get the broom. - Here, here.

What's in your hand?

Where'd you get this.

Someone broke the window with it just now.

I didn't want you to know.

One of those boys.

- How do you know? - He told me on the telephone.

He said smashing the window was... just a warning.

What else did he say?

He said it was just the beginning if we didn't stop helping the police.

He said we should stay out of the case or...

Or what?

Walt.

I'm scared.

I know.

He wasn't angry, just the opposite.

Calm, very polite, and well-mannered.

It wasn't... the words. It's what he insinuated.

What did he say?

I don't want to talk about it.

- I've got to know, Tracey. - Can't you imagine what he said?

He was so young. That's what made it so horrible.

You're going to pack your things and go to your mother.

No. I don't want to be 100 miles away with you here alone.

Okay.

Here.

Juvenile.

Sergeant Koleski, please.

I've got to talk to him, do you know where I can reach him?

Oh, thank you.

Who are you calling now?

Headquarters.

- They'll send the police. - No, Walt.

- Why not? - It'll only make matters worse.

This morning I went with Mr. Koleski to the high school.

One of those boys must have seen me and they may be watching even now.

If we bring the police here,

Wait. Wait and talk to Koleski.

He'll catch those boys.

I want him to tell me that tomorrow.

- It's the works. - That's it, Joe.

Come on, let's go.

Yes, sir.

I've been here since 8:30 waiting for Sgt. Koleski.

Oh.

Well, I'm Joe Bradford. You can wait in here if you like.

This is his desk.

- Here, have a chair. - Oh, thank you.

Let me help you with those.

He said he'd be here an hour ago.

Bum guess.

Hello, Mr. Sherill.

Sergeant, a very serious thing happened last night.

Would you excuse me just a minute, please?

Hello, print room? This is Koleski in the juvenile division.

Listen, how about the prints on the Strauss robbery?

How long will it take to check them out?

All right, look, I can't do anything till I'm sure,

so try to rush them through for me, will you? All right, thank you.

Be with you in just a minute.

You think they got something on the Strauss case?

I don't know, I think they got two latents on the cash registrar.

I'll be with you in a minute, I just want to check a name.

Alrighty.

Now.

First of all I want to thank you for being patient.

Now, what happened last night?

Well, Miss Sherill was alone and somebody threw this through the window.

- Was she hurt? - No, but...

Somebody called and threatened her on the phone.

What kind of a threat?

He said what he'd do to her if we helped the police.

Oh, that's rotten.

Would you do me a favor, please? Would you tell her that I'm sorry?

I want results, not sympathy.

Hello, Cliff, listen. Put a 24-hour patrol car on the Sherill neighborhood.

What good does that do?

Well, they'll cover your house two or three extra times a night.

What? Yeah, okay. Check, fine. Bye-bye.

I don't know who the boy was that called, but he must have been stupid...

...because now we know one of them goes to the Cortez high school.

How about the other four?

We checked every high school in the area, but...

...we haven't much to go when there's 16000 boys. And what have we got?

We got two common names, one is Chuck and one is Bill.

Meanwhile they're on the loose.

What about the convertible?

Whoever owns it hasn't been driving it lately.

So they're just gonna get away with it.

No, Mr. Sherill, they're not just going to get away with it, we will find them.

When?

Look, I understand you being disturbed by the phone call,

but you'll have to be patient.

I consider your case very important.

But I have to consider the cases of all the other people.

I don't know what to say to you, you know.

All I can say is that...

we will do whatever is humanly possible...

...and we will find them sooner or later.

When's that?

Hello? Yeah, Koleski here. Yes, yes... oh, yes.

Oh, yes. Yes, Mrs. Duffy.

Yes, we think we've got the boy.

Yes, yes... No, we do not have the fur coat, no.

No, Mrs... Will you excuse me?

Would you please be kind enough...

to come down here about 9 o'clock tomorrow morning?

It's a matter of identification and a little investigation, all right?

Thank you very much, Mrs. Duffy, bye-bye.

- Good morning, Walt. - Good morning.

- Hi, Walt. - Good morning.

Well.

I'm sorry. I went to headquarters.

If you're thinking of joining the police force, I can help you, I have connections.

- I said I was sorry! - Don't get your back up.

If you showed up two hours late because you had to see your doctor, I could understand.

But with our deadline, it's a waste of your time and energy...

...to stick your head inside every police department door.

Last night one of those boys smashed a window... and threatened Tracey.

But why?

To make us drop the case.

I went to the detective, but...

...he's getting nowhere fast.

Walt,

detection is a slow and difficult process.

You've got to take it easy. Give him a chance.

Here, let me help you, Mr. Sherill.

Oh, thanks.

- Working, uh... late these nights. - Uh-huh.

Police find those kids yet?

Don't hold your breath.

Don't... don't touch me!

Hey, what's your name, dad?

- Sherill. - Well, okay, Sherill.

You're pretty sharp.

Was that chick swinging?

You like 'em sixteen, eh?

Well, me too.

Why don't you just tell that judge it was all a mistake?

Tell him you thought she was seventeen.

Hey, even a bum leg can't stop him.

Hey, come on. Come on, Sherill.

Give us a lowdown.

Sherill! Walter Sherill!

How come you didn't make the scene with that broad?

Okay, man.

I was in bed when they called so I'm half asleep.

I'd like to get a cup of coffee, all right?

Come on.

Come on.

Thank you, Mitch.

So long, Pete.

Some time in the middle of the night you um...

you try double talking your sixteen-year-old girl...

...who's got all the wrong ideas why you chased her.

I don't know, maybe...

Maybe I'm in the wrong profession. I should have been a lawyer.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

You left no stone unturned to make it tough.

I told you I'm grateful.

Well, don't be too grateful, because I did it more for your wife than for you.

You've got a legitimate gripe, I'll grant you,

but I have a secret for you, you see.

This city pays me for a job that you have no experience to handle.

All right, I'll stay out of it.

You better stay out of it or you're gonna wind up right in the cell.

Do you understand that?

It sounds tough, so be it.

All right, come on. I'll sign you up.

- I did one good thing tonight. - And what was that?

I threw away my crutches.

Pretty slow, huh?

Oh, yeah.

I have checked and rechecked 43 names in eight high schools...

...and I have come up with one potential killer.

- Wish I could help you. - You're a Dodger fan, aren't you?

- You know it. - What are you doing tonight?

- Why? - Here.

Hey!

- Only one? - What do you want, the ballpark?

Thanks. What are you doing tonight?

Me, sir, I'm gonna sit down here and play detective.

- Lots of luck. - Thank you. Good night.

How about this? Sherill's blown his stack again.

Say, that guy's dangerous.

He could hurt somebody.

One thing's for sure, warnings don't mean a thing to him.

We're just going to be a little more persuasive.

- Hello, darling. - Hello, Trace.

I'm glad you're back, this wind gave me the jitters.

How did it go today?

Logan and the rest hid the papers. I guess they were trying to be polite.

No, I think they were just being thoughtful.

Try and relax, darling.

I'm going to make you a drink, something fancy.

Let me go!

You make another sound, Mr. Sherill, I'll break your other leg.

I'll do the talking.

I read about you in the papers, Mr. Sherill.

You're lucky it was the wrong convertible.

By the way, it isn't silver anymore.

Let me up.

I'll let you up all right.

I'm trying to persuade you to forget we exist.

If I don't, what will you do, kill me?

I might.

I haven't tried that yet. I might like it.

Walt! Walt!

Let's go!

No, no, Mr. Koleski. Thank heavens he's all right.

Yes, of course I know you're doing everything you can.

All right, I'll get him.

Goodbye.

- Officer. - Thank you.

Yes, sergeant.

Yes, we covered the grounds.

You guessed it.

Not even a button.

I'll get the report right in.

Thank you, sergeant.

Good night.

What's he gonna do, put a fleet of cars in the neighborhood?

Mr. Sherill, I read about what you did last night.

A hundred to one that's the reason those boys let you have it again.

You boys certainly stick together.

Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

I've got to find out who Chuck is.

What makes him tick.

The other boys are puppets.

Chuck's the leader.

I've got to find him.

Why?

- So I can do to him... - So you can do what to him?

Hey, you!

My name is Sherill.

Yes.

Mean anything to you?

- No, sir. - Are you sure?

No, sir, it doesn't.

How'd you get this?

Playing baseball, why?

When did it happen?

I could ask, mister, what business it is of yours.

When did it happen?

Cool it, mister.

Did I hit you with my cane?

Stop crowding, mister.

You, um... still working for the department?

You'd better talk to this boy.

Flipsville.

We got your report last night and we've looked into all the absentees.

I've checked this boy out. You'd better go home, Mr. Sherill.

Boy, he sure is bugged.

Koleski, juvenile division.

I want to ask you a couple of questions.

- What about? - Do you remember a beef you had...

...a couple of weeks ago with five boys who came that came in here?

Beef? We don't know anything about any beef.

Do we, Emanuel?

Look, don't try to make trouble for us, mister.

You just tell me what I want to know and there won't be any trouble.

You came to the wrong guys.

Look, don't waste my time.

I want information on the five boys you roughed up.

In case you don't know,

they took it out on a guy named Sherill and they almost killed him.

I want you to tell me what you remember.

What did they do, call you dirty names?

Come on, fellas.

Don't you think I still use my fists when a wiseguy calls me a Polack?

Yeah.

They started laying their tongues on us.

Real dirty.

Maybe we shoved them around a little.

- Do you remember what they looked like? - Only the one that did all the talking.

You know, one of those pretty boys trying to act tough.

Uh-huh.

Did they call each other by name?

Hey, look. Suppose you find him.

They get a lawyer, and with their dough...

Wait a minute, whoa, now look.

Did they call each other by names, did you hear any names, yes or no.

Well, um...

One boy...

The others called him Bush.

- Are you sure of that? - Yeah.

His name was Bush.

His name is Everett Bush.

He lives somewhere between your neighborhood and Westwood.

I questioned the boy, but he's got a cast-iron alibi.

It's his parents. They back up everything the boy says.

He's never done anything worse than steel a couple of hubcaps,

he's never been in a corrective institution.

So when you listen to him talk, his voice better ring a bell.

Wait a minute now, wait a minute.

Before you go into the interview room,

remember this, that you are talking to a juvenile.

You are not dealing with a fugitive from Alcatraz.

All right, let's go.

Mr. Sherill, this is Mr. and Mrs. Bush.

And this is, um...

Everett Bush.

I'm perfectly willing to cooperate,

but would you mind getting this over with as fast as you can?

I have an important conference at eleven.

Ask him something.

What's your name?

Everett Bush.

And where were you on May 17th, between the hours of 10:30 and 11 p.m.?

- I was home. - What makes you so sure?

Cause that was Thursday.

And I always stay at home and watch TV with my parents on Thursday nights.

- He certainly does, that happens to be... - Excuse me. I'm sorry.

- Do you want him to keep talking? - No, no.

All right, that's it. You can go now, and I want to thank you all for your cooperation.

You call persecuting a child cooperation.

Just because of Everett's little prank last year.

Let's get out of here. Come on, son.

Everett.

Do you know a boy called Chuck?

Well, there are ten or twenty guys at school we call Chuck.

- You know the one I mean. - No, sir.

I don't know who you're talking about, Mr. Sherill.

You've heard my name before, haven't you?

Yes, sir.

How?

Well, it was in the paper. About how you chased that car.

Only it was the wrong one.

That's enough, thank you.

His parents are lying. He's one of them.

Even if you're right, unless you can walk into a court of law...

...and swear that you recognize the boy,

the judge will laugh you right out of the room.

Why can't you get him to admit he's one of them?

Well, what do you want me to do?

Do you want me to use brass knuckles on the parents and a rubber hose on the boy?

What do you intend to do?

I don't know.

But if he's one of them, he'll lead us to Chuck, and Chuck will lead us to the rest.

How long will that take?

I don't know how long it'll take, Mr. Sherill.

Unfortunately I'm not one of your computing machines...

...and I cannot tell you the exact day or week.

Listen, I don't know if you want justice or some kind of twisted vengeance.

As I understand it, Mr. Sherill,

you want me to flush them out of the bush so you can, um...

...shoot them down.

Yes, we're all hunters, you see, and the city is the jungle.

It's a curious fact that when the hunted is finally caught by the hunter,

it is nearly always because he has contributed to being caught.

So we deploy, we circle,

we wait downwind, we make no move.

Soon our quarry helps us.

Do you know a detective in juvenile called Koleski?

- Indeed I do, fine man. - You sound like him.

Thank you.

He sits downwind and waits.

I want you to catch him, soon.

Yes, Mr. Sherill, absolutely.

Everett Bush is the only lead we have.

Keep a tail on him for 24 hours a day if you have to.

I understand, Mr. Sherill.

Mr. Watkins.

Paul, I'm sorry.

Because you had to be at headquarters at nine,

we shoved the staff meeting back till 10:30.

I did this just so you could read your report.

Have you got it finished?

No, not yet.

I phoned headquarters.

You left there at ten.

It's now 1:30.

I, um... had some errands to do.

Well, Paul and I agree that lately you've had to many errands to do.

We also feel that perhaps you came back to work a little too soon after the accident.

You may as well know...

...we're flying Clark in from MIT.

Take a few months off, Walt, and get some rest.

Don't worry, we'll keep your office open and send you your weekly check.

Yes, sir.

You're learning fast. Was that between the eyes or in the heart?

You don't understand.

Oh, but I do. You're learning how to shoot boys.

They're not boys, they're killers.

Put that thing down, Walt. You've no more business with a gun than I have.

What's happening to you?

I want to be ready for the next time.

Hello, Mr. Sherill.

- Come on in. - Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hello, Mr. Koleski.

Hello, Mrs. Sherill.

I, um... I have some photographs I want you to look at here.

These are advanced proofs for the copies of the yearbooks...

at Cortez and Northside high schools...

...and they're all friends of Everett Bush.

There you are.

You know any of them?

No.

Do you know him?

No, um...

For a second I thought I did.

No, I, uh...

I don't know any of them.

Hello.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Koleski.

At last we got something on the Sherill case.

That Bush kid spent two hours last night...

...visiting a friend at, um... 2200, Garcia Road in Belair.

Go ahead.

The family name is Landry.

And his name is Charles, but nobody calls him Charles, they all call him Chuck.

And to make it tighter, the kid goes to Cortez.

Okay, that's nice work.

I'll go down right away. Thanks a lot, Joe.

Any news?

No, sir, nothing that has anything to do with you.

Well, I'll be going along.

Thank you very much.

- Goodbye, Mr. Sherill. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Bye-bye.

Well, I... I guess I'd better make up a shopping list.

Before we get domestic, tell me who that boy is.

- What are you talking about? - You said I've changed?

Well, you've changed.

Hiding things from me.

That one boy can lead us to the others.

Then it'll be all over.

Who's that boy?

This time you're going to stay out of it, Walt.

Tracey, we... never had any secrets.

How do you think I feel when you're whispering behind my back to that flatfoot?

Now, who's the boy?

- I don't know. - You're lying, Trace!

You never lied to me before.

I just want to talk to the boy.

His name is...

Bill Quinn.

And he works at Schaeffer's drugstore after school.

4.62, 65...

75, 85, 95...5.

Thank you, madam.

Hello, Mr. Sherill, what can I do for you?

I'd like to talk to Bill Quinn.

He's around somewhere. Bill!

You ordered something he didn't deliver?

Maybe I can take care of it for you.

No, it's a personal matter.

Wait here, please.

He must have gone out on some deliveries.

His motorbike is gone, he'll be back soon.

- Mr. Schaeffer, I... - Yes, Mrs. O'Donnell.

If this gentleman doesn't mind, I'm in a hurry.

Excuse me, Mr. Sherill. Yes, Mrs. O'Donnell.

I want one large bottle of peroxide,

and a box of short emery boards,

and, um... a long comb.

And, um, some lipstick.

- Hello. - Hello.

Chuck, darling, this is Sergeant Koleski.

- Hello, sergeant. - Hello, how are you?

I want to ask you a few questions.

Sure, fire away.

Do you remember where you were between 10:30 and 11:00 the night of May 17th?

Heavens, they actually talk that way.

Do you remember?

May 17, that's a long time ago, how could I remember?

Try, it was a Thursday.

- Thursday. I was probably studying. - Probably?

It was examination week, I remember I had a French exam Friday.

If you want me to make it definite, yes, I was definitely at home studying.

You sure you weren't with your friend Everett Bush that night?

I only go to school with Everett Bush, I seldom spend evenings with him.

Well, he was here last night.

To borrow a book.

What's Everett done, sergeant?

Well, ma'am, we can't say he's done anything officially,

we're just trying to link him to five boys...

...that attacked and beat up a man named Walter Sherill.

- Why Everett? - Imagine Everett beating anybody.

Mother's right.

It's hard to believe. He frightens so easily.

So easily that a friend of his might make him do anything he wanted,

like attacking and beating up strangers?

I couldn't say, I don't know Everett that well.

He says he doesn't know you at all.

You must have mixed him up. Certainly he knows me.

- What kind of car do you drive? - T-Bird.

- Convertible? - No.

Any other questions, sergeant?

No.

I'd just like to thank you for your cooperation.

- Bye-bye. - Goodbye, sergeant.

Very interesting.

What?

The misconception I had about detectives.

He's really... very well-mannered.

Chuck, why did you tell him all those lies?

Mother, you don't tell cops the truth.

Tell Powell I'll be ready for another one by the time he gets here with another one.

Finney.

Oh, hello there.

No, I can't say about dinner yet.

Well, that's the trouble with tailing kids these days, they don't keep regular hours.

Yeah, you go ahead without me, dear.

I'll, uh... I'll heat something up when I get home.

Yes, see you later. Bye-bye.

What is it now?

Sherill just came in the store.

Keep watching the game, don't talk so loud.

Quit being such a sweat.

I heard him ask the boss for me. I ran out the back way.

Why?

He must know I was with you that night.

He'll tell the police, they'll ask me questions.

You know how easy I get mixed up.

I just had a visitor from downtown, do you see me getting scared?

I can't... can't handle people the way you do.

Good shot!

Look, supposing they pick me up.

Supposing they bring me to headquarters, supposing Sherill identifies me.

He can't!

You were hiding in the car the first time, you weren't even there the second.

Well, then why... then why did he come to the store?

To buy aspirin, who cares?

But if you so much as say a word to Sherill or anybody else,

I'll promise you one thing. You'll wish you were dead.

Your own aunt won't recognize you after I'm done with you. Now get out of here!

Hey, Chuck, how about doubles?

Sure, let's go.

- Hello. Are you looking for me? - Are you Bill's mother?

Do I look like a mother?

No, I'm Bill's aunt.

Took him in when his folks died.

You, um... one of his school teachers?

No, my name is Sherill. I want to talk to him.

Well, you'll find him down at Schaeffer's drugstore.

- I was there, he's not working. - Well, maybe he is home.

Come on in.

Um...

Billy!

Billy boy!

Billy, somebody's here to see you!

No. Not home.

Well, I'll wait.

Um, well...

See, I, um...

I don't know what time he'll be back.

I mean, I've given up trying to keep track of him.

You know, not that he's a bad boy.

Well, he has to come home for dinner.

Well, maybe he will, maybe he won't.

Look, why don't you just leave your number...

...and I'll have him call you when he gets back, hm?

No, could he be out in the back yard?

Here, look, I shouted loud enough, didn't I? What's the mystery?

I mean, if he's in trouble, I got a right to know about it, don't I?

Any idea where he could be?

You know, I'm gonna be real honest with you, I think you got a lot of nerve.

Because I don't even know you.

Now, I got a lot of things to do, so why don't you just...

Why don't you just go and come back later?

Hm?

All right.

His motorbike's out there.

He's here.

Where is his room?

Well, maybe he's taking a nap. I'll... I'll go wake him up.

Billy!

Billy!

Billy!

Get away, will you?

Open that door!

What did you have to do with this?

I asked you a question.

I wanted to talk to him.

I didn't know him.

I never met him.

But you had something to do with it.

I know.

Boy, I hope you sleep well tonight.

Look, you bring in the Everett Bush kid and I'll bring pick up Chuck Landry...

...because I think we have enough on him to break them down.

- Okay. - Sergeant!

Yes, Mr. Sherill?

I went to the store, he wasn't there.

His aunt thinks that I...

Look, if it makes you feel any better, you see,

you probably weren't the only one you saw today.

He went to Chuck for help...

...and Chuck didn't give him help because Chuck wouldn't give help to anybody.

Chuck?

Yeah, uh... we found this on Bill's body.

"C" doesn't stand for Bill.

You got him.

Maybe, I hope so.

You know where he is, arrest him.

Look, Sherill, a boy just killed himself in there, do you understand that?

So don't push me, and don't get me sore,

just do yourself a favor and do me a favor and go home.

I have an arrangement with my son.

He doesn't ask me where I'm going, and I don't ask him.

- Do you know when he'll be back? - Not till after the weekend.

- What car did he take? - I imagine his own.

What's the license plate number?

- I'm not too familiar with the law, Mr... - Koleski, Koleski.

Mr. Koleski.

But I'm pretty sure I don't have to stand here and answer any of your questions.

When you wish to make a formal charge against my son,

let me know so I can call my attorney.

Good night.

- Pick up the Bush kid? - He's done the vanishing act.

I would call his parents uncooperative.

I know, I got the same treatment from Landry.

- Straighten your tie. - Why?

You got a visitor out in the interview room.

Mrs. Sherill.

She looked a little beat, so I ordered up some coffee.

Okay.

Thanks, Joe.

Give me the gun.

Come on, Sherill, do you want to get into trouble?

Give me the gun.

I thought it was somebody else.

Come on.

What's he doing here?

Where have you been?

- I had to talk to someone. - About what?

Don't you know what?

Don't you really know?

Hello.

What?

How many?

- Two? - One of them is the Bush kid.

I tailed them here from the movie.

It's the, um... parking lot of the tennis club.

They're waiting for somebody, that's a cinch.

A car just drove up.

- There's a third kid. - You stay there until I get there.

Why don't you stay with your wife?

Mind your own business.

Are you trying to push me out of your life, Walt?

Use your head, Sherill, and listen to her.

Please.

You told headquarters you were home watching TV,

can you get your folks to stick to that?

They'll say anything that makes it easy.

Good. What about you?

I was at the drive-in.

Okay, pick out a drive-in.

Find out what was playing, the actors, story, everything.

Sure, dad.

I'm going to see Finney.

Sherill.

Either I come with you or I'll book you for interference with the law.

You take one step out of that door without me and you're gonna wind up in jail.

And I mean that.

Okay.

You can't wait to get at him, can you?

You don't understand.

Depends how much you're willing to lose.

I'm not losing anything.

You may wake up tomorrow morning and find out differently.

What do you mean?

In my work I see a lot of marriages, I see some good...

...and some not so good.

But love, well...

That is a commodity that's scarce in the market.

Get to the point.

The point is that somewhere inside of you...

...you must have a heart otherwise your wife couldn't love you.

So?

So I'd advise you to turn back into a human being before you lose her.

Finney must be tailing them

Maybe he called my house.

Let's get to a phone.

Hello?

This is Finney. Has Mr. Sherill left?

He and Mr. Koleski left some time ago.

Haven't they arrived yet?

I couldn't wait.

The boys are headed up Tohini Canyon.

I'm not sure, but they may have spotted me.

They've speeded up.

They're just coming to Mountain Top Road now.

Please hang on, Mrs. Sherill.

He's following us alright.

- I don't like it. - Don't worry.

What's he tailing your car for, it's my convertible they're looking for.

Maybe some smart-off.

Whoever he is, watch me lose him.

Hey, dad, better take these curves slower.

I'm driving, shut up.

Easy. I ain't ready to die.

I know this road like the palm of my hand.

Watch this!

God! He went over.

Hey! Come back!

Are you crazy? Tommy!

Come on!

Operator, get the police quickly, please.

The line's busy.

I think he's dead.

Boy.

He sure looks it.

I don't even know him.

He's a private investigator.

Hired by that no good...

Should have taken better care of him the last time.

Chuck, we can't stay here!

Shut up!

What are you taking that for?

Mind your own business.

Come on, we gotta get out of here. There's gonna be a mob when they see that fire.

Come on!

Yeah, let's go.

It's ringing.

Hello?

Oh, Walt.

What, wrecked?

How do you know?

Finney cracked up.

On Mountain Top... Road.

We'll get right up there.

Did you call the police?

I'll let you know.

Who does he think he is?

I warned him, I told him to leave me alone.

I'm scared. You killed him.

You killed him just like you killed Bill!

People die, deserve to die. Bill was chicken.

See that fat jerk lying there dead?

Looked like a rag doll, the fat jerk. He deserved to die.

Stop talking crazy!

Don't you like it?

Anybody that doesn't like it my way can get out now.

Take it easy, Chuck.

Don't you ever tell me what to do!

Get out!

Both of you!

Out!

"2875. Repeat the location and stand by."

Listen, I want an all points on Landry and Bush right now. Get going.

Now take it easy.

He was dead when we got here.

Oh, just a minute, Walt. There's someone at the door.

"Oh!"

Tracey.

Tracey!

Answer me!

Don't scream, Mrs. Sherill, just be cooperative.

You're Chuck.

How'd you know?

The others wouldn't have the nerve to come barging in here...

...with the police looking everywhere for them.

Stay with that thought.

Yes, the others are chicken.

I'm not.

You'd never guess where I got this.

From that halfwit your husband hired.

- Finney? - Yes.

He doesn't need it anymore.

Sit down, Mrs. Sherill.

Sit down!

- What do you want? - Three guesses.

- Please. - Not you, Mrs. Sherill, your husband.

You can see that he's not here.

Just relax.

He may not be in for hours.

I'm young. I never worry about time.

I can wait all night.

- Why? - Mr. Sherill wouldn't leave me alone.

He kept interfering.

- Sherill just took off in a squad car. - Alright, I'll check back with you later.

Hey, make me a drink.

Get yourself a glass, drink with me.

I'll stand right here.

He'll open the door and he'll say...

What's your name?

Tracey.

"Tracey, darling," he'll say,

And then I'll...

It's funny.

I don't understand.

I don't understand about love.

Look, you'll have to kill me too. I know who you are. I'll tell Detective Koleski.

- He knows you. - You have no proof.

No one can prove I was even near this house tonight.

- You're not very bright. - Look out, Mrs. Sherill.

In fact I'd go so far as to say you're stupid.

I'm warning you, Mrs. Sherill!

Your fingerprints are on that doorknob, your fingerprints are on that glass.

If you lay a hand on Walt, you'll be caught inside of ten minutes.

Now, Chuck, you're behaving like a stupid child.

Stupid?

A child?

You know, I had a choice from the minute I walked in here and took one look at you.

Yes. The minute I saw you, I liked the idea.

I liked the idea a lot, but I put it aside.

First things first.

But now I've changed my mind.

I'll show you what I child I really am.

2200 Garcia.

He's alive.

Thank God.

Come on, take him home.

Go on, take him home.

All right, now get me the kid's mother from the house, will you?

- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes