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[instrumental music]

Where's a punk like this gonna get the kinda stuff

that we're lookin' for?

We need weapons, what can we lose?

A cops dead, now if you wanna take the blame for that,

that's your privilege, but you're not gonna do penance

by forming a one-man posse, especially when

somebody's out there sitting on enough fire power

to turn Manhattan into another My Lai.

[sirens wailing]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[humming]

- Excuse me, sergeant. - Mornin', McCloud.

[humming]

Clifford: Come in.

- Sorry to bother you, chief. - What is it, McCloud?

The new duty roster just came out.

Somebody misspell your name?

I'm assigned to Central Files again.

I know.

That's the third straight week.

I know.

I didn't come 2000 miles

to shuffle papers.

Well, be that as it may, McCloud, but do you have

any idea how peaceful it's been around here

with you tucked away in central files?

Chief, I can understand your need for peace and quiet

but I got a powerful need of my own

and it's not satisfied in central files.

I'm here to learn big city police techniques,

and you learn by doin', not by sittin' on your can

in central files.

You know, McCloud, you're absolutely right.

Maybe the first time that you're right.

And I think I've got just the spot for you.

Oh? Where's that?

Pelham Bay Park.

- Pelham Bay Park? - Mm-hm.

Yes, it's a special training facility in the Bronx.

Oh. Well, that's, that's more like it.

Appreciate it, chief. What kinda trainin' is it?

Well, it's something that will allow you to, uh,

mh, get back in the saddle again, so to speak, uh,

to, uh, plant your feet in the stirrups

and, uh, gallop off to new challenges.

Hey, there you go. Appreciate it, chief.

Really appreciate it. I wanna tell you somethin'.

You ain't gonna be sorry.

One can always hope.

Ha! Two points. Good mornin', Myrtle.

- Joe. - What're you so happy about?

Startin' special trainin', Pelham Bay Park.

What's in Pelham Bay Park?

[horse whinnying]

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[music continues]

Excuse em, uh... My name's Sam McCloud.

I think somebody up here's expectin' me.

I am. Sergeant Rosovitch.

[buzzing]

- Clifford. - McCloud, chief.

I'm up here in Pelham Bay Park.

Well, congratulations on your unerring sense of direction.

There's been a slight mistake.

Yeah, that's what I said the day you got here.

Chief, you've assigned me to the Mounted Police Unit.

And as you so deftly pointed out,

you're here to observe and learn.

Now, why don't you try doing that with the Mounted.

I'm sure you'll find it a most rewarding experience.

Happy trails.

[horse snorting]

Well, are you ours?

Let's just say that you've got the loan of my body

for a while, sergeant.

Alright. Well, you park it right down there.

First door on the right beyond the stall.

There you go.

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[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

Oh, my, El Jefeis here.

Packy, the pack friend.

What? Are you movin' in, Packy?

Hey, no, man, we can't let him do that.

It gives the neighborhood a bad name.

Besides, property values will go straight inside the toilet.

[laughing]

Alright, when you're through...

When you're through I got news for you.

You go today.

That's short notice, ain't it, Packy?

Do you wanna back out?

Hey, Packy, don't be so tight, man.

Frankie only wanted to know why you don't give us more

more, uh, warning, you know.

'Cause I wasn't gonna give you this stuff until I had to.

If you didn't shoot your own head off

you'd probably kill half the neighborhood.

Wow, are these loaded?

Yeah. Yeah, a little flag comes out and says "Bang!"

- Oh-oh-oh-oh! - Ha-ha-ha-ha!

- That's funny. - Okay, look.

What is the deal, huh?

Don't you ever say anything?

Doesn't he ever talk?

You got a voice?

My brother talks when he wants to talk.

Maybe he ain't got nothin' to say to you.

I don't know why I let myself into this.

Look, here.

Here are the keys to that van that's downstairs.

- Okay. - Would you stop playin'?

Hey, man, I was going for a record.

Yeah. Alright, look, now, you got everything straight?

Yeah, Packy.

Thinkin' about it so much I feel like we done it already.

Okay, now, remember this, you gotta ditch the guns,

and then you gotta get rid of the uniforms

and get rid of the van.

And then stay out of sight until I get in touch with you, okay?

Then we ditch you, right?

You get so nervous, man, you...

That's why you sweat.

[laughing]

You know somethin', Chico?

I don't like you.

[laughing]

You may not like him, but you gotta put up with him.

'Cause he's the only dummy besides me to do this job.

Mmh, let me tell you somethin'.

I you had a half a brain, you wouldn't do it either.

You know, if you had half a brain you'd be dangerous.

[laughing]

With the kind of money you're talkin' about

we'll take on the whole army.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Packy.

Bangy boo-boo!

[laughing]

Flakes.

Come on, hey, give me this.

Okay, Cisco, let's see how fast you are.

Hands up here. Draw!

Nah, nah, nah, do it again.

Hands up, all the way up.

[groaning]

Die, die, like the movies. Like the movies.

[groaning] Help me!

- Help me! - Terrible.

- Cut. - Help me.

[laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, little lady, is this seat taken?

- Sergeant. - Beg your pardon.

I'm not a little lady, I'm a sergeant.

Well, I never was much for ranking, just call me Sam.

And you can call me Sergeant Cross.

- You with the Mounted? - Uh-huh.

Well, things are lookin' up in the old corral.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, w-- we're gonna be saddle-mates.

That is until I get my

particular problem straightened out.

Let's get something else straightened out.

See, I'm a fellow police officer...

Yeah, well you're a lot more than that,

I can tell that just by lookin' at you.

Alright.

Alright, everybody grab a seat.

Captain wants to say a few words.

Oh, allow me.

Good morning. I'm Captain Dettmer.

Welcome to Mounted.

Since this is an all volunteer unit,

I know that every one of you wants to be here

and nobody's been dragged in by the heels.

Statistics are generally dry and uninspiring,

but I'm gonna throw some at you anyway.

We have 130 men and 110 horses.

And some of us ride desks.

We have our own radio band

and each member is issued a walkie-talkie.

And since I've assumed command, we have two nine-horse vans

that can get to any part of the city in a matter of minutes.

We also have two-horse vans

and station wagons to pull them.

These wagons are equipped with radios and sirens.

Just like the real cops have.

[chuckling]

Now, that's a bad joke.

Not because it isn't funny,

but because a lot of people in the department

don't think of us as real cops.

They think we're only good for writing traffic tickets

and leading the St. Patrick's Day parade.

But I wanna tell you, we have something that no other cop has

and that's high visibility.

Now, there must be something in that concept

because we get a lot of policemen

from all over the country observing our program.

As a matter of fact, we have a visitor today

from Tempe, Arizona.

Sheriff Ben Thornton.

Welcome, I hope this proves education for you, sheriff.

Uh...

Captain. Captain, I'm, uh, Sheriff Thornton.

- Who the hell are you? - Sam McCloud.

Where you from?

I'm on temporary duty

with New York police department.

I'm from Taos, New Mexico.

And you're here to observe, too?

Yeah, I'm here to observe, I don't see much point in it

we don't have a mounted unit in Taos.

Then what're you doing here?

I'll be dipped if I know.

Rosovitch, would you explain what this man

is doing in my unit?

- He was sent to us, captain. - Why?

It beats me.

You know, captain, I really enjoyed that speech

that you made, that's, uh, especially the part about

not wantin' anyone that was dragged in by their heels.

Is that how you came?

I got scuff marks all the way from headquarters.

Feel you're too good for Mounted?

No. No.

I just didn't come to New York to learn to ride a horse.

Well, until I get to the bottom of this, uh...

we're stuck with one another.

Try to, uh, make it as painless as possible. Hm?

There you go.

[instrumental music]

You know, uh...

dang golly, I, I kinda hate to leave now

that we're just beginning to hit it off.

Wouldn't bother me if somebody tries somethin'.

Hey, uh, you really think we're gonna

fool anybody with these outfits?

Yeah, I think so.

Till we get inside.

Ah, we always talked about when we get inside

what we're gonna do when we go outside.

There's a lot of silence in between you know.

- Yeah. - What if something goes wrong?

What if everything goes wrong?

We might wind up dead.

Beats comin' back to this rats nest.

You know somethin', Manny...

dying isn't the worst that can happen to you.

Once you know that, you... got the secret.

Right, Donny?

[instrumental music]

Alright, now that you've all learned

how to saddle your horse properly,

the next step is to get something into it.

So, placing your left foot in the stirrup

hoist yourselves up.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

Single file.

- What's the matter? - Nothing.

- What're you waitin' for? - I don't like to be rushed.

You ever been on a horse before?

[instrumental music]

There's nothin' personal here, ma'am.

Oh!

McCloud! You'll get yours.

That's a very friendly thought there, sergeant.

[chuckling]

Something tells me that girl's not cut out for Mounted.

Yeah.

McCloud.

- I just spoke to your chief. - Yeah?

- What did you do to him? - Nothin'.

Well, when I mentioned your name, he started making

funny gurgling sounds.

And then he began shouting about it being my turn.

Yeah, well, I suppose that means

I'm still with the Mounted, right?

The only way you're gonna get out is in a pine box.

Um, he said he'd go for that.

Why don't you try to make the best of it, McCloud?

With what you know about horses, you'd be a real help.

And the Mounted ain't such a bad place to be.

[instrumental music]

Yeah, well, maybe you got a point there, sergeant.

Just 'cause my nose is out of joint,

no need for the rest of my body to suffer.

[instrumental music]

- May I help you? - Yeah.

We got an order to report here.

Something about an overload.

See, lieutenant, he'll take care of you.

Thanks, chief.

- You head honcho? - I'm the duty officer.

What can I do for you?

Well, uh, blew a transformer you see

Probably overload.

We, uh, traced it back to this area.

I think it's in your wiring. Somethin' screwed up.

We've had no trouble with our electricity.

It's 'cause we switched it to another transformer,

you know what I mean?

[indistinct chatter]

Emergency, dead. You know, no place to go.

Get the picture?

You got a work order?

Work order, yeah.

Probably in the truck.

Won't take a minute to check it.

Maybe I'd better check.

Ah, probably got it in my bag.

Yeah, it's in my bag, alright.

Hang up the phone, general.

What do you want?

I want you to put the phone down.

Now, I want you to stand up.

I want you to take us downstairs like there was trouble

with the fuse box, you know what I mean?

You got to be nuts.

Yeah, I'm nuts.

Nuts enough to blow your brains out.

Tell one of the other generals to come and take over

you know what I mean? Like the fuse box.

Hey, Evans, take over the phone, will you?

I'm gonna show these guys the fuse box.

- Hey, what is this? - Invasion, stupid.

Take their guns.

Open the door, dummy.

Well, that's alright, sergeant.

I'll get a bottle of liniment, rub it in all the right places.

You'll feel like a new man. So will I.

I warn you, McCloud.

I'm just trying to be friendly.

I don't want your friendship.

just want to be treated as an equal

while I'm wearing this uniform.

Well, what happens when it comes off?

Can't you forget I'm a woman?

[chuckles] Well, that's pretty hard to ignore.

You haven't even tried!

- Come on, boy. - Come on.

[instrumental music]

You know, sergeant, uh, there's a kind of a,

a wonderful sort of beauty that comes over your face

when you're a little bit mad, do you know that?

You don't take me seriously as a police officer, do you?

Well, I don't know you as a police officer.

Well, you're just like all the others.

You confuse my ability with my sex.

It started at the Academy.

I was the one they all wanted to frisk.

Well, that's understandable, but you must've had

somethin' on the ball to make sergeant.

Juvenile needed someone who could type 80 words a minute

and wipe noses at the same time.

The stripes came with the tissue.

Yeah, but they came, and not because

that you look good in sweater either.

For the six years I've been on the force,

I've been stuck behind a desk.

Well, you're out now though.

- I'm tired-- - Gonna brush him?

Oh, I'm tired of being a nose wiping typist, McCloud.

Well, you know, what I can't figure out is

why you picked the Mounted to prove your point?

Captain Dettmer requested women police officers.

Now, that means I wasn't shoved down his throat.

I'm free to I demonstrate my ability

without any I sexual discrimination.

Yeah, but the only thing you've demonstrated so far

is your powerful fear of horses.

- Does it show? - At least to me.

Well, then I-- I just can't let that stand in the way.

I'm tired of being on the back burner.

Hey, listen, I'm familiar with the feelin', really.

Anyone wants a ride back to Manhattan, climb aboard.

Here, I do.

Uh, let me give you a hand here.

- Thank you. - Get the door.

[instrumental music]

Man, I think we got enough now, why don't we split?

More. More we get the better.

Alright, dummies, come on.

Come on.

Hold on!

[guns firing]

[dramatic music]

Hold it!

[guns firing]

What's your off duty name, sergeant?

Why?

Well, uh, you're off duty, ain't you?

- Mildred. Yes. - Mildred?

Well, Mildred, why don't we just kind of

sit down over a nice, quiet dinner and talk this thing over?

Man 1: Central dispatch override

all units in vicinity of 69th and Park

assist RMP responding to a ten-ten, shots fired.

That's only a few blocks from here.

Man 1: Suspect's driving Hudson Power company van.

Traveling east on 69th toward Park.

Hang a left, sergeant.

McCloud, I've spent 23 years on a horse.

Now ain't the time to learn a new field.

I guess you didn't understand Captain Dettmer very well

he said it's time for the Mounted to get off their horses

and start lookin' for law breakers.

Well, we just found one. Now, hang a left!

[sirens wailing]

[instrumental music]

McCloud: There they go. Hang in there, sergeant.

You got 'em, sergeant, hang in there.

Hang in there, sergeant.

[music continues]

[guns firing]

- Get down! - Look out!

[guns firing]

[horn honking]

Radio for an ambulance.

RMP unit-five.

Headquarters.

We have a ten-fifty-four.

Two persons, both serious, need ambulance, over.

Man 2: Ten-four.

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[indistinct chatter]

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Man 2: Unit-714, in answer to ten-ten

took up pursuit of suspect vehicle,

green van, license unknown. Probably New York.

Going East on 69th towards Central Park West.

I got it over the radio.

How'd it happen?

Chasin' some fellows in a Hudson Power van.

Did you get a look at them?

No.

I'll ride to the hospital with him.

Man 2: Received gunshot wounds...

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[music continues]

[music continues]

- We'll get some nice days, uh? - Yeah.

Broads, booze, some grass for a change.

Yeah, we'll have a big party, invite the whole world.

[instrumental music]

Well, this is going to change things in the department

because, uh, he was a very well respected man--

- Sergeant... - Rosovitch.

- Oh, one of yours? - Yep.

An instructor.

I know what you're going through, captain.

I've lost a few myself.

What do you have?

There were three of 'em.

They knocked over a Marine armory

loaded with automatic weapons.

- Descriptions? - Well, we're working on that.

I can have a hundred men on the street in an hour.

And they have other duties.

Not anymore they don't.

Captain, my department's set up to handle

this kind of an investigation. Yours isn't.

Are you saying we can't be trusted

with anything more than a parade?

I don't want us working at cross-purposes.

- It's as simple as that. - They were my men!

And we'll find the people responsible.

Now, listen, you can't order me to stay out of it.

The commissioner can.

Captain, I don't want to take it that far.

Alright, you won't have to.

But you'd better find those punks.

And fast.

[instrumental music]

Let's get over to the armory.

Woman 1: Ms. Holm, report to radiology.

Ms. Holm to radiology.

Who's with Sergeant Cross?

- You can take her home. - She alright?

Uh, she's in shock, I had to give her a sedative.

- That's all I could do. - What about Sheriff Thornton?

Oh, his condition's the same. Critical but stable.

We'll just have to see how he passes the night.

- Thank you. - Okay.

Mildred?

Come on, it's time to go home, get some sleep.

Maybe I belong behind a typewriter after all.

I'd hate for you to waste all that determination,

come on, let's, let's try and get up.

Not determination, stupidity.

Stupid t-- to volunteer for Mounted.

I've never been on a horse in my life.

McCloud, I...

I can't think about Rosovitch or Sheriff Thornton.

All I can see is...

me... lying on that street with a blanket over my face.

And...

I don't think I can face that again.

Well, let's hope you won't have to.

But what if I do?

Well...

you'll just face it.

but the fact is that you won't know how you'll react

or what you'll do until that moment of truth comes.

Until it happens. Nobody does.

I'm afraid of dying.

Sergeant, I'm wanna tell you something',

you can't be a good cop if you ain't.

The one's that ain't afraid of dyin'

make an awful lot of mistakes.

The kind of mistakes that get people hurt

or get people killed.

- Were you afraid? - Oh, you better believe it.

Just the same as you. That's natural.

The time to worry is when you don't have that fear.

But you can't let it cripple you.

You can't let it whip you.

Just like ridin' a horse.

The minute you fall off you gotta get back on him.

Otherwise that horse winds up ridin' you.

[chuckling] Yeah.

- Mm? - Yeah.

Come on. Let's go home.

[mellow music]

[instrumental music]

[upbeat music]

Two beers.

[music continues]

Here comes Godzilla.

[music continues]

I tried calling you all last night.

- But we're out. - You stupid flakes!

And every cop in the city's gonna be on your tail.

- Did you have to kill him? - Yeah.

You guys don't have enough cards between you to make a full deck.

[laughter]

You know, we should have done that,

we should pull her down and say,

"We just kidding."

[laughing] Yeah.

Hey, Pack, everything looked clear, man.

We dumped the van and the uniform in Brooklyn.

So what are you worrying about?

What'd you do with the pieces?

Unless your fingerprints were all over them

we gave 'em to cops.

[laughs]

We bust 'em up and threw 'em in the sewer.

Alright.

Okay, so you did somethin' right.

Thank you.

Where's the merchandise?

Where's the money?

You get it when the deal's completed.

When is that?

I gotta go talk to my people.

See how they wanna take delivery.

Look, why don't you guys go find a hole somewhere

and crawl in to it till I call you?

We need the money now.

Try welfare.

Mm-hm, got you, welfare.

[instrumental music]

Grover: Yeah. Well, that's okay for now.

Yeah. Oh, chief.

I'll get back to you, okay?

They've catalogued the weapons taken from the armory.

"Machine guns, M-16s, hand grenades..."

And enough ammo to make the next six months

sound like the Fourth of July.

Who are they, Grover?

Revolutionaries willing to die for some cause

or professionals looking to make a sale

or just punks tired of using Saturday night specials?

Well, if we knew that, we'd know where to start.

Well, let's start with the obvious.

Maybe we can get the creative later on.

I want you to round up every revolutionary group

we have a line on.

Well, some of them are pretty far underground.

I don't care if you use dynamite, get 'em in here.

- Yes, sir. - Now what about ballistics?

They come up with anything on those slugs?

Broadhurst is handling that.

- Chief! - Not now, McCloud.

And what does ballistics have to say?

The slugs taken from that marine sentry

don't match any known weapon.

Chief, I know that you're up to your ears with this thing, but--

It's higher than that.

Well, then just tell me where to start!

Start? Start on what?

On finding Rosovitch's killers.

Now the last time I looked, you were assigned

to Mounted, not homicide.

- Chief! - Yeah?

- What is it you've got? - They just found a van.

- Where? - Yeah. Brooklyn.

Well, get the lab boys on it right away.

Chief, I've got more incentive than most.

I watched a cop die in my arms.

That's not an incentive, that's a vendetta.

And there's no room for that in this investigation.

What about the sketches of the suspects?

People are running off copies, we should

have 'em on the street this afternoon.

No, I want them on the street before noon.

Look, chief, you don't understand.

Rosovitch didn't wanna answer that call.

- I pushed him to it. - A cop's dead.

Now if you wanna take the blame for that, that's your privilege.

But you're not gonna do penance

by forming a one-man posse

especially when somebody's out there

sitting on enough fire power

to turn Manhattan into another My Lai.

Chief, commissioner's on three.

Now you get your butt back to the Bronx and you stay there.

Or I'll bury you in central files

till you're eligible for an old age pension.

[dramatic music]

- I got what you ordered. - Yeah, I read about it.

- I wanna move it. - I bet you do.

Name the time.

Why don't you try me in a couple of years?

We have a deal.

Watch the boats.

Our deal didn't include killin' a cop.

Listen, when you came to see me I told you no professional's

gonna walk into no national guard armory

and heist weapons.

So I get out and I get a bunch of flakes.

You know what I mean flakes?

They got guts, but no brains.

Yeah, well, they sure prove that.

Well, you got what you wanted?

Look, our guys are gettin' picked up left and right and...

The ones they don't pick up, they start followin'.

- It ain't gonna last. - Well, fine. Fine!

We'll just wait, till they stop bothering us.

I thought your kind was always in a hurry.

Look, my friend

you haven't the vaguest idea what my kind is.

I don't care.

Aren't you even curious about what

we're gonna do with those weapons?

Look, I'm a broker.

People come to me. They want all kinds of things.

They want fur coats, watches,

television sets, automatic weapons...

It's all the same thing. It's an order.

Yeah, well, if there was another way,

I wouldn't waste my time with you.

There's always another way, sonny boy,

but your kind doesn't take the trouble to find out.

Here. This is a book.

A book. You might find it enlightening.

It's about the martyrs of the Spanish inquisition.

Maybe it'll give you some insight

into what's happening today.

[Manny laughing] Coldest piece you've ever seen.

Manny: It's never been fired. - Oh, es muy bonita.

[grunts]

- Where'd you get it? - Found it.

- Where? - Here, with those, man.

- How much? - 150.

That's pretty stiff, man. Come on.

First class piece, Hector.

Put that in somebody's ear, you get anything you want.

Including their wife.

Unless you want to keep that piece of junk you got.

[laughs]

You know the junk you got someone's jammin', Hector.

I'll tell you what.

There's 90 right there, man. I'll lay the rest on you later.

When I score, huh?

Always had a chance, you know, Hector? Always.

Risk. Always.

Hey, come on, Frank, will ya?

I mean, with a piece like that, I could,

I could retire in a month, man.

We got heavy bills, we need money now in a month.

A quick knock over and I'll be back. I swear.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. [clears throat]

Come on, Frank, will ya? Huh?

Okay, Hector.

But you make it sooner than later.

You know what I mean?

Out of sight.

I'll be back now, huh?

Swear, huh?

Thanks, Frank. Huh?

Out of your league.

- Anybody else? - Uh, there's Phil.

Jerry.

Hey! Naldo's worth a try.

Get him over here.

Hey, Johnny.

Load some of these up.

Hey! What are you doin'?

Well, Manny, it's like this, you know,

you pay the rent and then you go out

and then you make a little profit.

Oh, what are you gonna do? Sell in the street corner?

Nah. Hock shops.

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

Captain Dettmer's been waiting for ya.

- McCloud? - Yeah.

Thanks for yesterday.

- Where have you been? - Headquarters.

Well, why the hell didn't you call me? You're assigned here.

They making any progress?

Sounds like they got a bunch of dead ends to me.

Well, I passed the word to the troops.

You can bet that Mounted's gonna go all it can

to catch those punks.

That's the kinda talk I like to hear.

It doesn't affect you.

You know that I'm just wastin' my time

gettin' on and off that horse?

I agree, so until I find a replacement for Rosovitch,

I'm making you acting instructor.

- Now, hold on-- - Don't fight it, McCloud.

- You'll only lose. - Captain.

Scully just called in, he collared

some clown trying to hold up a liquor store.

What does he want, a commendation?

Well, you may give him one, sir.

That clown was carrying a brand new automatic weapon.

Scully's positive it's military issue.

- Where have they got him? - Headquarters.

- Whose headquarters? - The Mounted.

- Anybody else know about this? - No, sir.

Scully's following your orders to the letter.

Just see that it stays that way.

Yes, sir.

- I'm going with you, captain. - No, you're not.

You're gonna teach these recruits

the fundamentals of horsemanship.

I got what ya might call a personal stake in this.

McCloud, I need you here.

You're acting instructor. Instruct!

[engine revs]

[intense music]

Mount up!

Time you had a little field trainin'.

[intense music]

Let's go!

[horses galloping]

You want me to inform you of your rights again, punk?

Then I'll inform you of mine.

I have a right to know where you got that piece.

I told you a 100 times.

- I like hearing it. - I found it!

- Where? - On a 114th Street.

Where on a 114th Street?

In a garbage can, under a lot of crud!

Hector, that's the worst story I ever heard.

Well, it's true, alright?

Why would anybody wanna ditch a beautiful piece like that?

Maybe it was hot!

It hasn't even been fired.

I don't know why.

Mildred: McCloud!

I don't think this is the kind of instruction

the captain had in mind.

McCloud: Well, you're gonna have to be out

on the streets, ain't you?

Might as well get used to horns honkin',

dogs yappin', cars backfirin'.

Mildred: Haven't we gone far enough?

You're just beginning your field training, sergeant.

What do you mean just the beginning?

Well, since Captain Dettmer wants everybody in Mounted

to start catchin' lawbreakers, I figure

you might as well know what to do once you get one.

Hector, you're so dumb. It's pathetic.

You didn't even file off the serial numbers.

That means we can trace it.

And you know where that's gonna take us?

To a 114th Street.

No, no, no, no. To the armory heist.

Hey, I had nothin' to do with that.

And when we tie it to the armory,

you don't go down for simple attempted robbery,

no, no, you go down for murder.

- Killing a cop. - No, man!

Yeah, man. Cop killing.

You heard about the nice, new law we have in New York, huh?

Anybody ices a cop can go to the chair.

Zzzz. Makes you sizzle--

Hey, get off my back, will you?

- McCloud! - Just relax, sergeant.

I am relaxed.

Well, you see, you've only been out a little while

and already you're beginning to improve.

Where'd you get that piece?

Look, you can't hang no cop killing on me, man.

I got an airtight.

That piece just shot holes in it.

No, 'cause I was with my PO. Ho-ho!

Yeah. Yesterday's my day to report.

While somebody was out there spraying your cop,

I was sitting with my parole officer

telling her what a good boy I'd been.

[chuckles] Don't try to be clever, Hector.

That story can blow up in your face with one phone call.

Hey, I'll loan you the dime.

- Who sold you the piece? - I found it.

Alright, Hector, listen.

I can talk to the DA for you.

Do a little plea bargain, you know?

You give me a name... and I'll get you reduced.

Gracias,but no gracias.

With your record, it's a sure six.

Six years or six months,

I gotta get out sometime, right?

I mean, I just don't want to spend the rest of my life

looking over my shoulder, you dig?

You want protection, we'll give it to you.

He doesn't understand, man.

He works my turf and he doesn't understand.

I gotta make an enemy, I'd rather it be you.

Who sold you the piece, you creep?

I found it in a garbage can on a 114th Street!

Now this is what we call the booking area here.

- Hey. - What's goin' on here?

I'm taking these recruits on a tour, sergeant.

Well, who are you?

The name is Sam McCloud.

I'm acting instructor for the Mounted.

Now this is where you'll bring the outlaw once you rope him.

You just walk right up to the desk here,

the sergeant has a book, and he'll put it all down

in that little ledger there.

Uh, sergeant, why don't you just go ahead and tell them

what happens after that?

Well, we hold the suspects in a holding cell

until they can be taken down to the tombs.

Thank you, sergeant, that's very helpful, appreciate it.

Now if you recruits will just come this way, please.

Is Captain Dettmer still in with Ramirez?

What's that got to do with your tour?

Hey, I like your attitude, sergeant.

Too many people runnin' around

shootin' a mouse or spillin' the beans,

you know what I mean?

I got my orders on Ramirez from Captain Dettmer personally.

Yeah, well, if we're right about this,

uh, the captain and me, this Ramirez could be, uh

a key figure in a very important case.

Since when do instructors get involved in important cases?

I can't say anymore, sergeant.

I've got my orders, too, you understand?

Hey, it's about that armory holdup, isn't it?

I think I've said too much already.

Hey, you're not givin' away any secrets.

I knew it the minute they come in here and dropped

that automatic pistol on my desk.

Well, I suppose it doesn't take a genius

to figure out that that was marine issue.

There's no doubt about it.

It still has some of the packing grease on it.

I know.

I suppose this Ramirez has got

some cock and bull story as how he got a hold of it.

He claims he found it in a garbage can.

[laughs]

[laughs] Garbage can!

[laughter]

Well, doesn't really make any difference what he claims

as long as he fits the description.

Yeah, but that's the funny part about this.

He doesn't look like any one of these guys.

Hm.

Captain Dettmer.

What the hell is this, McCloud?

Field trainin'.

What do you mean field trainin'?

I know this isn't expected, captain,

but I just couldn't shirk my responsibility

as acting instructor.

I'm beginning to think that wasn't such a good idea.

It's really been very valuable.

I mean, you get an, entirely different, uh, perspective

when you're actually right there on the street.

Y-- you know, uh...

Horns honking and cars backfiring and dogs--

Sergeant, I-- I think that the captain has something

more important on his mind right now.

You know it's just too bad that, uh,

Ramirez didn't fit any of those descriptions.

If he sticks to that story about findin' that gun

in a garbage can, we're gonna be hard-pressed prove he's lyin'.

Isn't he workin' with you, captain?

Well, not as much as I'd like to be.

I'll say this for you, McCloud.

You just don't give up, do you?

Just tryin' to get in the spirit of the Mounted.

Well, since you obviously know as much about this case as I do

you, uh... you got any ideas?

Well, uh, if this Ramirez, uh, wasn't part of the robbery,

he certainly knows who was.

Yeah, he probably bought the piece from him.

That's right.

And if they're sellin', maybe we ought to be buyin'.

[dramatic music]

Man 3: Hold on, hold on!

Get him in here.

[indistinct yelling]

I'm telling you, it's guys like that that make me sorry

they took the rubber hose away from us.

Pig!

Pig!

[panting]

Hey, come on, man, there's a lot of room here.

What? Are you kidding?

[chuckles] Hey, you...

You sure didn't make no friends over here, did you? Huh?

Hey, huh?

- The lab just called, chief. - Oh.

They get any prints on that van?

Hundreds. Most of them smudged.

They're sending what they can to the FBI.

Well, what about uniforms?

Well, forensic has them now but, uh,

they don't hold out much hope.

Please, Broadhurst, my head's swimming

from all the progress we've been making.

Why don't you throw in something negative

just to balance the ledger?

Chief, the commissioner on seven.

See? All I had to do was ask.

Take it in my office.

Chief, you'll wanna take this one.

Tell the commissioner I'll get right back to him.

- Alright. - Clifford.

How many?

Well, give me the addresses.

Right.

No, send him over here right away.

I want to dust him for prints.

That was the pawn shop detail.

They were making a routine sweep through East Harlem.

They uncovered five automatic pistols.

The serial numbers match those taken from the armory.

Now, obviously, I don't have to tell you what that means.

Those weapons beginning to hit the streets,

if it continues in any volume,

we could wind up with a city better armed than the police.

I want that entire section covered.

You and Brown coordinate it.

Use as many men as we can spare.

Yes, sir.

Now, those are the pawn shops that accepted the weapons.

Try them first,

then go to bars, street corners,

any place people congregate.

If that doesn't work, then you start going door to door.

Uh, something's wrong, Grover. Something's missing.

They rip off a cache of weapons worth a small fortune,

and then start peddling for peanuts. Doesn't make sense.

At least it rules out any kind of revolutionary group.

They wouldn't be trying to sell the stuff.

No, I suppose not.

You want me to pull the surveillance on them?

Broadhurst can use the manpower in the street.

Yeah, might as well.

Well, I'd better give the commissioner the good news.

Hey, buenos dias, capitan.

Open up.

Get up.

Get up.

Come on, up.

Well, looks like the revolution's gonna

have to come without you.

Unless it can wait 15 years.

[groans]

Get him out of here!

Easy, will you? That's a wrist, will you?

Hey, captain.

Didn't look like you pulled that punch.

I couldn't afford to.

If Ramirez doesn't buy McCloud all the way,

he's gonna have a lot more than a sore stomach to worry about.

He shouldn't hit you like that, you know?

You can bring him up on charges.

Maybe we can get the rap throw out, huh?

[engine revs]

[dramatic music]

[woman yelling]

- What's goin' on? - I don't know.

Man 4: Looks like somebody's hurt. Stay here.

[woman screaming]

Hey, what happened, huh?

No, let me...

Officer! This man... Oh!

[indistinct yelling]

Don't move, pig.

[intense music]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Come on, let's go, come on!

Let's go. Let's get out of here.

[indistinct chatter]

[gunfire]

[dramatic music]

[[tires screeching]

[gunshot]

Okay, guys, come on!

We better hurry if we're gonna get there before they do.

[music continues]

You know what they're gonna do to you for killing a cop? Huh?

Geez!

You wanna be next, huh?

- Alright. - Then just shut up.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

- Who is it? McCloud: It's me.

- You alone? McCloud: Just about.

That's a new jacket, man.

- Who's he? - Excess baggage.

Get someone to take these things off. Let's go.

What are you? A commies or somethin'?

Shut up!

What happened?

- Now, look it wasn't my fault-- - So whose fault was it? Mine?

We're gettin' tired of sittin' around

talkin' about changing things, we need guns.

- We were-- - We're gonna get guns!

- I'll make another connection. - How?

The same you made this one?

You might as well stop people on the street--

Now shut that smart mouth of yours!

- I'm running this organizati-- - Not anymore, you're not!

While you were in, we voted you out.

I'm gonna get the guns we need.

The hell you are.

- I'm running this organization. - Then prove it!

And you can start by cleanin' up this mess--

Well, what the hell did you think that I was gonna do?

Play tiddly winks?

Hey, man, now, wait a minute. Wait, wait a minute.

Will you, I mean, I'm...

I'm not gonna say nothin'.

I mean, who, who would I tell?

- Cops! - Why?

I'm runnin' just like you.

Look, look, I don't care what you two guys are into.

No, not until they arrest you, right?

You start thinkin' about makin' some kind of a deal, right?

And then you give 'em this address, right?

I swear, I wouldn't do anything like that, man.

I'll bet you're not. Get into the bedroom.

Listen to me, you want weapons, right?

Well, maybe I can get 'em for you.

- In the bedroom. - I'm tellin' the truth!

- I'm not interested! - Lady, would you...

Please tell him? Please!

You got brains, huh?

- I can get you all the-- - Wait a second!

Maybe we should hear him out.

Where's a punk like this gonna get the kinda stuff

that we're looking for? Use your head!

Hey, man! My friends, man. They made a big score.

Rifles, machine guns, man. Grenades. Honest.

We need weapons, what can we lose?

Right? I mean, if I'm lyin', then you can burn me.

Who are these friends of yours, how do we know

they got the kinda stuff we're looking for?

I'll talk to 'em, I'll bring 'em back here.

- Sure you will - No, you can trust me.

You bet I can, till you go to bed.

I'll call 'em, alright? I'll call 'em.

We'll set up a meet and we'll look 'em over here.

It's worth a phone call.

You dial the number.

I'm gonna be doin' the listenin'.

Will you stop wavin' that thing around?

You better know what you're talkin' about, pal.

- Who do I talk to? - Frank.

Fr-- Frank, yeah.

You're gonna be awfully unlucky if he ain't gonna be there.

The phone's in the hallway, man. Give it time to ring, will you?

- Frank? Frank: Yeah, who's this?

Here's a friend of a friend. Hold on a minute.

Nothin' that a simple country boy can't understand.

- You got me? - I got you.

Hey, Frank, it's Hector, man.

Yeah? What the hell happened to you?

Hey, you wouldn't believe it if I told you.

Hm. You owe us 60 bucks.

Forget about that right now, I came across

something a lot richer, man.

- Like what? - Yeah.

I made some new friends, you know? And guess what?

What?

They're in the market for some heavy equipment.

- You trust them? - I don't know, man.

You bring 'em to Naldo's around 4:00.

We'll check 'em out.

And if they don't check out,

we're gonna burn them and you.

Right.

[stammers] We could meet him at a bar, 118th Street.

Four o'clock, man.

Hey, look, can I, uh, wash up? I feel like a slob.

Bedroom.

[dramatic music]

Everything I own is quivering.

[whispering] This is the easy part.

You think there'll be any shooting?

Might.

[instrumental music]

You've never seen him, huh?

If you do, let the department know, okay?

Anything?

Same here.

This ain't doin' any good, Joe.

Even if they knew something, they're not gonna tell us.

- You have a better way? - If I had, I would...

I would sell it to the department and retire.

Then let's go, huh?

I'll take the other side for a while.

- Maybe it'll change our luck. - Yeah, sure.

[dramatic music]

See, I was telling the truth, eh?

Hey, these are me, my old friends here, huh.

Frank, Manny, Don.

Sam and Millie.

What're you drinking?

- Uh, beer looks good. - What about you, honey?

- Nothing. - Nothing?

Nothin', I like to keep a clear head.

Mm. Two beers, Donny.

Millie's the suspicious one in the crowd.

Seems to me we've gotta be suspicious.

Could be a couple of cops.

That works two ways, friend.

[chuckles] Do we look like cops to you?

[laughs]

Last time I did business with anyone,

he wore a beard and carried a purse.

Took a badge out of the purse.

That's how me and your fiend here met.

We busted out of the cab together. Whoo!

[laughter]

How do we know you got enough bread for this stock?

Haven't seen nothin' worth buyin' yet.

[chuckles] Do you what we've got comes out of

our back pocket or somethin'?

Oh, I do have a... small sample with me

Well, sometimes the run to the litter will tell you

a whole lot about the rest of the breed.

You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

Give it to me.

Looks like we found what we've been lookin' for.

When can I see the rest?

Don't get all sweat it up.

Donny, get some beers, will you?

This stuff's promised to somebody else.

Now don't jerk me around, friend.

You're here to sell me somethin' or not?

Easy, cowboy.

Hey, man. Packy never gave us anything but promises.

[clears throat] A 150 for pistols.

200 for the rifles.

And 250 for the machine guns.

Hey, you guys interested in some hand grenades?

They might come in handy.

- That's 50 apiece. - It's a deal.

[clears throat] We gotta get a few things together.

So, uh... You come here tomorrow with the money,

we'll bring your stuff.

- Okay? - Yeah.

Mm, look, you don't need me, I wanna split, huh?

Hey, Hector.

Hey, stay out of trouble, you understand?

Forget that address, we don't live there anymore.

We just moved. Got it?

Mum's the word. Scout's honor.

Hasta luego.

Hey. Sorry, huh.

Hey, just so that you know,

that I'm operating in good faith,

I'll take that little sample off of you now.

[Frank sighs]

- One hundred and fifty? - Yeah.

Frank: 150.

Drop it! Police!

Behind you, Joe!

[gunshot]

[Mildred screams]

[gunshots]

- Donny! - No!

Do you wanna end up like him? Come on!

Come on!

Come on, bubba.

[gunshot]

[yells]

Hey, man, l-- let's calm down and...

Can we just think a little?

I'm thinking about Donny.

Those damn guns.

We never should've said yes to Packy.

Hey, hey, Frank, hey!

Let's get our money.

Let's make him give it to us.

You make him.

What're you doing, man?

I'm gonna kill me a hillbilly cop.

Come on, Frankie!

Clifford: An unauthorized undercover operation

by a unit with no experience in undercover work.

What do you think Mounted is, your own private army?

We offered you our help.

And I turned it down for exactly this reason.

We're all of us lucky a cop wasn't killed today.

None of this would've happened if your man hadn't gone

charging in where he had no business.

Clifford: He was trying to save your man's life.

My man's life wasn't in danger until your man showed up.

Clifford: All of this could've been avoided

if you'd turned Ramirez over to us.

Dettmer: You wouldn't have got any more out of him than we did.

And now we won't get anything out of him.

After what happened today, he probably won't stop running

until he gets to Mexico.

There was no way we could tie him to the armory

and there was no way we could get him to tell us who was.

He was going to slip through our fingers.

We had to take a chance.

And you had to send this backwoods Barrymore undercover.

And he was this close to getting those weapons.

Chief, I think we're worryin' too much about the chuckholes

that we've already gone over.

It's the ones up front we oughta concentrate on.

What chuckholes?

Well, these fellas wanna sell the guns, right?

Well, I still think they're gonna try.

- Is that a fact? - That's right.

Now there's a fellow named Packy that set up the whole deal.

And I think they're gonna run straight to him for the money.

Joe, compile a list of all known fences.

Maybe "Packy" will turn up among 'em.

- Yes, sir. - I'll help him.

No, you won't.

You and Sergeant Cross will fill out a detailed report

about today's fiasco.

Yes, sir.

Rest of you can go, I'd like to speak to Captain Dettmer alone.

There's no way I can keep this one from the commissioner.

I don't expect you to.

I've, uh, I've earned everything he throws at me.

But I had to do something.

Well, we've all been under a lot of pressure on this one.

Yeah.

Tell me something.

Whose, uh, whose idea was this?

I'll take full responsibility.

No, it's just my own curiosity.

I can promise you it won't leave this room.

McCloud's.

Welcome to the club.

Well, what is this?

Meeting at a corner in the middle of the night someplace.

What do you think, you're a spy or something?

We want our money, Packy.

Man, I can't give it.

I can't give it till I deliver the stuff

and the stuff's too hot to move.

Look, it's now or never.

Now your guys don't want to buy the guns,

we'll find somebody who will.

[laughs]

Where will flakes like you gonna find anybody

with that kind of dough?

I got news for you. We got somebody.

Who?

He willing to buy 'em right away

and he's willing to pay for it too.

We saw the bread.

Say we give Packy one last chance to make good, you know.

- You're a devious little-- - Hey.

You sell the guns to somebody else, you're gonna miss out

on a-- on a commission as fat as...

as fat as you are.

Listen, Manuel, you wouldn't do that to old Packy.

You wouldn't do that to me, huh?

Tomorrow morning, Packy...

or that cash register in your head is gonna

tick, tick, clink, "No Sale."

I'll see what I can do.

Well, we'll grab a couple hours sleep, sergeant,

see what they've come up with on that fella in the bar.

McCloud, I have been hospitalized, shot at,

threatened, and I haven't even finished my training.

Well, you know the best way to catch a pig, don't you?

- No. No. - Huh?

Just jump in the trough with him.

Oh. Yeah. Well, I just want to jump into bed.

McCloud: Well, that's a very friendly thought, sergeant.

[engine cranking]

What's the matter?

Me.

I just couldn't handle the shooting.

Well, you got your gun out.

Too little too late.

I'm going to pack it in.

Is that anything like quittin'?

McCloud, when those guns started going off

all I wanted to do was just crawl into a hole.

I wasn't any good to you or myself.

Hang a left.

My, my apartment's the other way.

My hotel's closer.

McCloud, when I said I wanted to jump into bed, I meant to sleep.

[chuckles]

Well, this is all in the line of duty, sergeant.

Are you ordering me to your hotel room?

No, we're being followed and I just want to get

to familiar territory.

What are we going to do?

Good question.

Go around the block and see if you can get his license number.

How are you doin'?

Guy come in with a cowboy hat and boots?

- Marshal McCloud? - I don't know.

Lost his wallet.

Thought I'd bring it back to him.

Alright, I'll see he gets it.

Yeah, sure. Without the money.

I'll give it to him.

Might be a reward, you know.

[chuckling]

- 312. - 312.

Thank you, chief.

[knock on door]

Who is it?

Frank: Mr. McCloud?

- Yeah? Frank: Package for you.

Uh, well, just, uh...

Just leave it by the door, I'm in bed.

Frank: You gotta sign for it.

Okay. Just give a minute.

Come on, will ya? I gotta knock off.

[intense music]

This is gettin' to be our second home.

- I know. - Follow my finger.

X-rays were negative. That means no concussion.

But you're liable to experience headaches, and dizziness.

But after playing patty-cake with a hand grenade,

that's to be expected.

Thank you, doc.

Thank you.

Well, thanks for coming by, captain.

Well, it doesn't look like you need me.

I must say, you fellas from out of state

are a pretty rough breed.

Sheriff Thornton's off the critical list.

Oh, really? Well, that's nice to hear.

Must be that good clean country livin'.

Um, did you see who it was?

I just got a peek at him before the lights went out.

But from what I could see, I think he's one of the fellows

that's been causing all the trouble. Did you get it?

Give it to him.

That's the license number of the guy that was driving.

I thought maybe you might want to give it

to Chief Clifford personally.

McCloud, you ever get tired of police work

you might try the diplomatic core.

Sergeant Cross and I have been through an awful lot

on this one.

We'd like to see it through to the end.

Sergeant Cross...

you sure do get involved, don't you?

Well, whatever happens that's up to Chief Clifford.

Appreciate it if you'd put in a good word for me.

I'm looking for someone to put in a good word for me.

But I'll do my best.

There you go.

[instrumental music]

Got the money?

I don't like ultimatums, Keefe.

You contracted for a shipment.

You pay for it or you lose it.

Alright, alright!

At least the cops aren't following us anymore.

I told you it wouldn't last.

But if anything goes wrong...

I hope you're the first one to get it.

- Let's go. - You're funny.

You're funny!

Alright! Come on!

Mounted Patrol one-six.

Go ahead, one-six.

Just spotted suspect vehicle,

license 296-YAP, on 10th Avenue.

Man on radio: Any sign of life?

Negative.

Man on radio: Keep an eye on it, okay?

Ten-four.

Mounted Patrol one-six.

Man on radio: Go ahead one-six.

Suspect vehicle just took off 10th,

turned east on 46th Street.

Two occupants, okay.

Ten-four.

- Patrol Unit three-eight. - Go ahead, dispatch.

Man on radio: Suspect vehicle traveling east on 46th.

See if you can pick it up, okay.

Three-eight out.

[ringing]

Clifford.

We're on our way.

They've spotted the car moving north on 5th Avenue.

Who spotted it?

Well, one of yours, as a matter of fact.

Well, that makes me part of it. Doesn't it?

Under my command, following my orders.

[sighs]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Joe, monitor its progress.

Mobilize as many units as you can

without stripping the precincts.

Right, chief.

Man on radio: All units in the vicinity of 110th Street

and 5th Avenue. Suspect vehicle license number 296-YAP

heading East on 110th.

- Track but do not intercept. - That's us.

McCloud, we're not in the vicinity of a 110th and first.

We will be, sergeant. Just hang on.

[siren blaring]

Man on radio: RMP unit 721.

721, okay.

Man on radio: Suspect vehicle coming your way

on East River Drive.

Ten-four.

Man on radio: 721.

Go ahead, dispatch.

Man on radio: See it yet? - No sign.

Man on radio: It should've passed you by now.

I'll take a swing back.

Man on radio: Ten-four.

Man on radio: 721 to dispatch.

Man on radio: Go ahead, okay.

Man on radio: We lost him.

This is Clifford. I want the East River Drive blocked off

from 110th to 72nd Street.

Backup units cover the surface streets.

Alright, you officers, now break up into twos

and work the side streets.

Just happened to be in the vicinity, chief,

when the call came in.

As long as you're here make yourself useful.

- Pluck your way downtown. - Right!

Well, make it uptown.

How could we lose them in broad daylight?

Well, the area's sealed off. They can't get far.

I just don't want them gettin' to those guns.

Look out, the cops!

[gunshots]

That's it! Let's go!

[gunshots]

The cops!

What do you think I'm doing, dummy?

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hey, that's my horse!

- Hey, McCloud! - Don't waste your breath!

He's been like that ever since he rode out of the West!

[gunshots continue]

Alright! Alright! Hold it!

Hold it!

Put down those guns or we'll blow your heads off!

Alright! Hold it!

- Hold it, alright! - Come on, let's go!

One of our men is up there! Come on, give him some support!

Let's go! Hyah!

[gunshot]

Manny: Hey, Frankie,

there's somebody on a horse following us!

Frank: You're kidding? Manny: No!

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[explosion]

[explosion]

[gunshot]

Mildred: Arrest him. Dean, Morton, you stay with him.

I did it, McCloud! I didn't freeze.

[theme music]