All language subtitles for McCloud S06E06 The Day New York Turned Blue

You might as well come out.
You're not...

Listen, I hope you're not
going to any more trouble

because, uh, [scoffs]
this was, uh, just great.

In fact, I haven't been able
to get to...

Strike? The police department
can't go on strike!

What's gonna happen
in this next hour is gonna make

St. Valentine's Day
seem like a church picnic.

Grover, you gotta break off
all the men you can.

- What's going on?
- An invasion.

- Don't shoot!
- Don't shoot!

Stop her! She's nuts!

[gunshot]

[theme music]

[instrumental music]

Hefferman: Oh,
look at those poor devils.

Claudine: Why are we wasting
time thinking about them?

Never hurry
the good things of life.

This wine, for instance.

We've been together
for ten years...

waiting...
for just the proper moment.

How long do you plan
on keeping me around?

- What time is it?
- [chuckles] You're terrible.

I know I'm gonna be sorry
I came.

Eventually.

But... the short haul
will be worth it.

Now why would anybody
in his right mind

be out on a night like this?
It must be pushing zero?

Well, radio said we could have
a real storm by midnight.

There is one good thing
about cold weather though.

Yeah? I'd like to hear that.

Well, when the temperatures
are up,

tempers are up,

and crimes of passion
and assault.

But when temperature's down,
it's nice and cold,

well, crime rates are down.

People feel more like
pulling back, tucking in.

Not me, McCloud.

Right now,
I could throttle somebody

for sticking me out here.

To an unforgettable night.

[buzzer buzzes]

Claudine: What is that?

Where are you going?

[dramatic music]

Come on, Jack. Television?

[scoffs] I could destroy
your reputation.

Who are they?

What's going on?

What is it?

I wanna report a break-in.

5 East 63rd Street.

They're in the building,
so hurry. [slams phone]

Don't turn the lights off.

The burglars won't come in
if they know we're here.

That won't stop them.

Woman on radio: Code 10-31.
Code 10-31.

5 East 63rd. 5 East 63rd.

Burglary in progress.
Burglary in progress.

[siren blaring]

- You know them?
- Come on. I'm afraid so.

- We're just gonna try to hide.
- What if they--

The police are--
the police are on the way.

Just stay there. Stay there.

- What do they want?
- Shh.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

Cheney: Hefferman!

Hefferman?

Rucker: Looks like, uh,
they're having a party.

McCloud: Door has been forced.

Good wine.

[sighs] Alright.

Hefferman...
I'm gonna count to three

and then I'm going to ventilate
that door.

One...

two... three.

[gunshots]
Don't shoot!

- Don't shoot, please!
- Stop!

Claudine: Don't shoot!
Please don't!

[screams]

Claudine: Don't! [sobs]
- Hold it! Police!

[gunshots]

[Claudine screaming]

[glass shatters]

[Claudine sobbing]

- What do you think?
- I think I got one of them.

Let's go.

[Claudine sobbing]

McCloud: Police!
Come out of the closet!

- [sobbing]
- Oh! Thank God.

- Are you the occupants?
- Yes.

Jack Hefferman.
This is my house guest Claudine.

I've been shot. I'm gonna die.

I'll get an ambulance.

- [sobbing]
- Alright, lady.

[siren blaring]

[reporters clamoring]

Oh, officer.
Is she gonna die?

No, she must have been perched
in there sideways.

The slug went right through
the padding in her bra.

- Just grazed her.
- A padded bra?

This whole evening's
been a disaster.

- What else has it been?
- Who's he?

Captain Clifford,
chief of detectives.

A chief for a simple burglary?
Things must be dead.

Almost.

Take him downtown.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I'm the shootee,
not the shooter.

Oh, you wanna play it that way?

Okay.

Pack it up, boys.
Nothing's happened here.

- What's going on?
- Search me.

Uh, Broadhurst,
any sign of the two assailants?

Got away clean, chief.

Whatever they were after,
I guess they'll be back.

- Goodnight, Mr. Hefferman.
- Wait a minute, captain.

Um, if what you say is right,

why don't you leave a couple
of men and, uh, guard the place?

It's snowing out there,
Mr. Hefferman.

- It could be bleeding in here.
- That's right.

Now do you want to tell us
what this is all about?

Tell me, captain,
is there such a thing

as, uh, speaking off the record?

Ordinarily, yes.
In your case, no.

- Hmm.
- You want help? Come with me.

You want what's waiting for you
out there?

- Stay put or start running.
- Running?

They're probably
watching the building.

Hefferman: I'll, uh, come
with you on one condition.

Clifford: What's that?

That I go out
on a stretcher dead

in the coroner's truck.

Joe, call the coroner.
Mr. Hefferman just died.

Alright, I'll admit I'm curious.

What the heck
was that all about?

Uh, professional gunmen
caught up with Mr. Hefferman.

He knew they were coming

so he wasn't surprised.
He's just scared.

How do you know Hefferman knew
they were after him?

Well, Joe, that sophisticated
electronic surveillance system

[chuckles] was a little bit rich
for protecting silverware.

- Why? Why are they after him?
- I don't know.

My guess is chief does.

- Congratulations, Peter.
- Thanks.

But I haven't done anything yet.

On the contrary,
you've done something

that no one else
has been able to do.

Get Jack Hefferman
into a police station.

- Where is he now?
- Making a statement.

I, uh, I'd like to handle this
very carefully, Peter.

That goes without saying.

No, no,
I mean, I'd like to handle it

so it reflects
the greatest light on us.

You know, the department's
already taken a beating

over Sam Scarlotti's
disappearance.

If it was murder,

I wanna make sure
we get some points solving it.

You think Hefferman knows
what happened to Scarlotti.

Jack Hefferman was a big boy
in the unions.

He made a deal
with the federal government

to testify
the pension fund scandal.

Then he reneged.

Well, somebody doesn't want him
to change his mind again.

[upbeat music]

- We gotta go back.
- Go back?

There are cops
all over the place.

What-- what are you,
some kind of a robot?

What are you, stupid?
What happened?

The cops showed up,
we bailed out.

What's the problem?

We've gotta go back.

You wanna know
what the problem is?

I'll tell you
what's the problem.

- This.
- Uh, moths.

[chuckles]

They hit me.

[coughs]

They hit me dead center.

Look.

Look.

[sighs] Look, I got hit.

Rucker: Dead center.
Cheney: Ah, the bullet.

If it wouldn't be
for this piece of gold,

I'm a dead man.

- Give it to me.
- Hey, you gotta calm down.

Well, look at the bright side
of life.

This is your lucky day.
You shouldn't even be here.

[coughing]
You,

[coughs] you got a way
with words.

Be happy. Smile. You're alive.

- [coughs]
- Rucker?

[coughs]

Cheney: Rucker?
- [coughs]

Rucker, are you... Rucker?

Well, somebody get a doctor.

Get a doctor, somebody!

[coughs]

Pete, do something uplifting.

Give me a headline
that says we broke

the biggest case of the decade.

Yeah, I'd like that too.

Oh, uh, let me know if
the feds come snooping around.

We can't stop them,

but at least we can make sure
they do things our way.

Uh, commissioner,

there is someone here already.

- Oh?
- Hmm.

Out by the window
going through the files.

Glasses, brown suit.

His name is R.P. Pearson.
Came in this afternoon.

Some kind of efficiency expert
from Washington.

- Pearson?
- I thought you authorized it.

Now wait a minute.

- What office is he out of?
- You got me.

I stopped listening
when he said Washington.

Did he mention federal funding?

You know, ever since
this, uh, financial scare,

we're dependent on Washington
for a lot of money.

That's just what we need.
Back office suggestion

from Washington.

Oh, it's unfortunate timing.

If he picks up
on this Hefferman assault,

he's liable to pass the word on
before we're ready.

Let's keep a lid
on the whole thing.

Ah, that won't be easy.

Well, just tell your people
to be guarded

whenever they talk to that guy.

That's SOP.
Hell, I don't even let them

say anything in front of you.

[chuckles] Keep me posted, Pete.

Bring him upstairs as soon as
he's ready for interrogation.

The chief would...

- Hefferman?
- No, sir.

I only make personal calls
when I'm on duty.

That's alright, Gladys.
I'm on the same team.

They're just about ready
to bring Hefferman upstairs.

Might be better to find
another place

to, uh, deal with him.

Good idea.

Tell them to stand by.

Who is Hefferman
and why all the secrecy?

- Nobody's supposed to know.
- I'm nobody. Ask anybody.

You're gettin' scary, Gladys.
That almost makes sense.

Get the detention center
on the line.

Find out if they're holding
any prisoners.

Any particular prisoner
you're lookin' for?

I'm looking not to find anyone.
Just call.

Woman on radio: 14-A21.

I have a car 10-50
at 244 East 57th...

Well, it's, uh, certainly nice
to know

that the cold has everybody
all tucked in.

[siren blaring]

- Mr. Pearson?
- Yes?

Danton: Bob Danton,
deputy commissioner.

Oh.

I heard you were giving us
the once-over.

I thought I'd better give you
a target to get your teeth into.

Oh, uh, my bark is much worse
than my bite,

and my, uh, credentials
are a lot more ominous

than my mission.

What is your mission?

Well, I, uh, don't like
to overstate its importance.

Why don't you just think of me
as your messiah?

[laughs]

You're going to save us?

Well, sometimes
it takes an outsider

to spot waste or profligacy.

What you're going to spot
is a lot of dedication

and charity
on the part of our boys.

Well, good. I don't have a great
deal of time to spend with you.

I have other departments
that need straightening out.

That need straightening out?

Well, in the form
of suggestions,

which you will, of course,
be free to accept

or disregard as you see fit.

Without affecting
our federal funding?

[chuckles] Well, it sounds
very democratic.

Let me know
if I can be of any help.

Yes, just be sure
that the correct doors

are open for me, hmm?

Oh, I've already done that.

Well, it's, uh, nice
meeting you, Mr. Pearson.

- Good luck.
- Mm-hmm.

Man, am I glad to see you guys.

The victim's in there
and he won't come out.

B.B.: [bangs on door] You guys,
let me out of here!

Sounds like a herd of buffalo.

- B.B. Murchison.
B.B.: You stupid creep!

She give him the works?

From the bottom of his heart
to the top of his head,

and he's really in pain.
I'm really worried about him.

You know what happened
to that guy in the Bronx?

He almost died.

B.B. Murchison.

She wants to avenge
every abused,

misused and misunderstood hooker
in the world.

[Johnson screaming]

Oh, that poor turkey.

If he's in the same shape
as that guy last Tuesday night,

we better get him
to a hospital fast.

- We can't get him out?
- Can't get him out?

- Mnh-mnh.
- Mnh-mnh.

Let me give it a shot.
What's his name?

According to the desk,
it's Johnson, Arnold A.

from Moline, Illinois.

[knocks] Mr. Johnson?

Johnson: Go away.
Get out of here!

I'm sure he wants to go
to the hospital on his own.

It could be too late.

Mr. Johnson, you could be
in a lot of danger.

Now open the door.
All we want to do is help.

Johnson: I don't want to have
anything to do with the police!

I'm not a New York cop.

All I wanna do is get you
out of here and into a hospital.

[knocks] No questions asked.

B.B.: If you think that this...
Johnson: Who are you?

My name is Sam McCloud.
I'm from Taos, New Mexico.

Johnson: You get rid
of everybody else.

B.B.: Worm, you hear me?

You fellows mind
waiting out in the hall?

- No.
- Sure.

I think I better stay with you,
McCloud.

I've already given the word,
Joe.

Why don't you help Rizzo
get B.B. out of here?

B.B.: [bangs on door]
I know it's my right...

You can't do this to me!

That little trick's
gonna cost you boys in court.

And that little trick
in the next room

is gonna cost you, B.B.

You're gonna get him
to press charges?

You can't even get him
out of the toilet.

Okay, Mr. Johnson.
I got the room cleared.

Open the door. Come on out.

Mr. Johnson,
you might as well come out.

You're not...

[dramatic music]

[sobbing]

Oh, stupid, stupid, stupid.

If my family finds out
about this...

Will they? Do they have to?

Well, I suppose if we can get
that blue paint off of you,

there's a chance
that nobody will find out.

[sobs] Thanks.

[intercom buzzes]

Yeah.

You know that guy
you're not lookin' for

in the cell block?

Yeah?

- Well, he isn't there.
- Good.

Uh, tell Polk and Simms to take
Hefferman to the cell block.

I'll be right there.

Oh, uh, Gladys, pass the word.
Top priority.

No one is to say
anything about anything

to that federal guy Pearson.

Nobody's said
anything to him already.

- Well, that goes double now.
- Got you.

Nobody says anything to him
again... double.

- Right.
- Right.

- He's in serious shape.
- What about talking to him?

A few minutes, but I don't think
it will do any good.

He'll never admit what happened.

You've been through this before?

A thousand variations.

This baby blue paint kook
is just the latest one,

but she is dangerous.

The human body needs to release
heat through the skin

just as vitally as it needs
oxygen through the lungs.

You cover the man's body
with paint,

you might as well
cut his throat.

All I need is one victim
to press charges.

Marshal, you're gonna have
a tough time getting anybody

to stand up in court
and admit this like it happened.

Mr. Johnson, Marshal McCloud
would like to talk to you.

- Not too long, marshal.
- Thank you.

They tell my wife?

Well, I understand that
she's on her way over here.

I didn't realize that she was
with you here in New York.

First time I brought her.

She's paintin' the town.

Bad joke.

Well, Mr. Johnson,
you know, uh, [chuckles]

the doctors can just hold back
for so long.

Your wife's gotta be told.

I know.

Why, what a jerk.

You know what happened?

Well, I suppose
she slipped something

in your drink and then...

No, no, no, no.

I don't mean her.
I mean, with my wife.

We decided that
we were gonna do the things

that we always wanted
to do the most.

That was our agreement.

A selfish treat.
Anything we wanted.

So tonight
she went to the ballet.

I hate the ballet.

She went alone.

- Thought it was a great idea.
- Yeah.

Uh...

did your wife know
the kind of, uh...

treat that you had in mind?

Not exactly.

The details she didn't know.

Well, how much did she know?

I was taking a client
to a hockey game.

Yeah, well, you, uh,

you did leave out
a couple of points there.

[sighs] You don't know her,
marshal.

She's a strong woman.

- I mean, she's strong.
- Well, that's good.

Maybe that will get her
through this.

No, I don't mean strong
that way.

I mean, she's tough.

She can get awful angry
about this.

You mean do you bodily harm?

She was in the service,
Air Force.

I mean, she's a hell of a shot.

[door opens]

Yeah, uh,
now, look, Mr. Johnson,

I gotta go, but...

I'll do what I can
to square this with your wife.

Yeah, thank you, marshal, I...

I sure hate to stick you
with this.

Oh, it's gonna be a messy job.

Goes with the territory.

I'll do what I can for you.

Johnson: Marshal?
- Yeah.

There's one more thing
I haven't told you

that might make my wife
awful sore.

Yeah.

Reason she came along
on this business trip.

Yeah?

It's our second honeymoon.

Yeah.

[dramatic music]

Well, you run a very
uncomfortable ship, captain.

I wouldn't exactly call this
first-class.

Perhaps you should think of it
more as a lifeboat.

Anyway, I appreciate
the ride through town.

Now I'd like to be on my way.

He serious?

[chuckles] We had a good laugh
about that ourselves.

I wouldn't mind
getting home early.

Would you mind coming back
at 4:00 in the morning

to scrape him off the sidewalk?

I can take care of myself.

I'll be on the first plane
out of Kennedy.

- You'll never get to Kennedy.
- They think I'm dead.

Right now,
they'll be checking the morgue.

When they find you aren't there,
they'll do more checking.

By the time your plane comes in
for a landing,

you'll get the welcome
of a lifetime.

A 21-gun salute.

You wanna go on living?
You like to breathe?

I wouldn't bet you...

this burned down cigar
against a million dollars

that you'll make it
past tomorrow unless...

you make a deal with us
and spill your guts.

What is it
everyone thinks I know?

I was a union employee.

You were a union executive

with both feet
in the slush fund.

How much is in there? Billions?

I had no control
over the pension fund.

You just doled it out
where they told you, huh?

I can't see where
that's New York City's problem.

- It didn't happen here.
- Murder did.

Or did you fellas
find the president

you, uh, misplaced?

Captain, I was an attorney
for the union.

What would I know about that?

Scarlotti came to town
to see you,

and he hasn't been heard from
since.

I don't know anything
about that.

Then why do they want you dead?

Mrs. Johnson: Where is he?
Where is my Benny?

Where is he?
I want to see him!

What's happened to my Benny?

- A-- are you Mrs. Johnson?
- Yes.

- You're the doctor?
- No, I'm the doctor.

This is, um...

I'm the fellow
that brought your husband in.

But why? What happened?

Oh, not his heart?

Oh, God.
Don't let it be his heart.

No, it's not, ma'am. It's a--
it's a case of skin poisoning.

Oh! Oh, thank God.

Skin poisoning?

Well, I've-- I've-- I've heard
of food poisoning,

but I don't...

You mean,
uh, uh, like poison ivy?

It's paint.

Paint?

Well, where would he get paint
at a hockey game?

I've got to see him.

Mrs. Johnson...

I can honestly say
he wouldn't be up to it.

Now I'd recommend,
for his health,

to let him rest until morning.

It'd be better for his health,
alright.

Well...

if you think so.

Oh, but-- but we're both
all alone in New York.

He'll be so worried about me.

Well, he's worried about you,
alright,

Mrs. Johnson, but, uh...

Well, I assured him
that I'd look after you.

Be willing to take you back
to your hotel

and drop you off, if you like.

Oh. Thank you.

And the business office
would like you to stop by

before you leave, Mrs. Johnson.
Give them a little information.

I'll, uh, go there right now.

Paint!

Leave it to Benny
to get paint poisoning.

Look, one more thing.

If you can't get Johnson
to testify against this woman,

this, uh, this kook
who's goin' around painting

the out-of-towners blue,
I got one suggestion

that just might help you.

What's that?

Get her to switch

to a water-based paint.

New York.

It's our second honeymoon.

I believe
in keeping romance alive.

Don't you, marshal?

Well, there's nothing like
a little stoking

to get a fresh fire
out of an old log.

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

That's very poetic.

Reveals a lot of your character.

Honest, forthright,
down to earth.

What happened to Benny?

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

Mrs. Johnson: You're keeping
something from me.

Fill me in, McCloud, now.

The longer you take,
the more suspicious I get.

You want the whole thing
straight out. No frills?

There's nothing
anybody could tell me

that could shock me.

I was in the military
for 12 years.

Now, what did this sordid city

do to my Benny?

- Painted him blue.
- Painted him blue?

That's right. From head to toe,
every inch of skin on him.

What was this gang?
Black? Puerto Rican?

She was Caucasian.

Middle-class hoodlums. A lark.

She?

Alright, McCloud, enough.

I'm not gonna pry this out
of you one cornflake at a time.

What happened to Benny?

He contacted a call girl,
paid her for her services,

after which
she slipped him a mickey

and began to paint him
from head to toe

from an aerosol can
of blue lacquer paint

called Midnight Lagoon.

[dramatic music]

This is a great honor...

Mr. Constantine.

What happened?

Hefferman knew we were coming.

Hefferman don't shoot it out
with nobody.

And he called the cops.

You gave him time
to call the cops?

What kind of operation
you're running? What'd you do?

Walk up and ring the doorbell?

Oh, no. He had
some kind of surveillance system

all over the place.
Cameras, like in a bank.

Cameras break.

Yeah, I know, but it wouldn't
have made any difference.

He was sealed up
like in a vault.

I figured I'd wait for him
to come out,

but he don't come out.

Can you believe this?

Two of them can't hit Hefferman

who's an old lady.

Uh, no. I think we got him.

You think you got him?
What does that mean?

Well, I mean, there were cops
all over the place

so, uh, you know,
I-- I-- I went back.

Checkin' out.

They took him out
on a stretcher

right to the coroner's car.

I'm pretty sure
it was Hefferman.

I can't be positive.
I-- I didn't see.

You know, I couldn't get close.

Find out.

Now what about your partner,
uh, Rucker?

I understand he took a slug.
Where is he?

They're gonna trace him
to the hit?

No, no, he's in the hospital.

Not a mark on him.
Maybe a broken rib.

Oh, get this.
A cop's slug hits him

on this religious medallion
he wears. [chuckles]

Who says God isn't on our side?

Okay, dummy, get Rucker
out of that hospital.

Broken ribs
he can mend in Miami.

This is McCloud here.

I'd like to talk
to Sgt. Broadhurst.

Woman 1: Standby.
I'll patch you through.

Joe: Yeah, McCloud.

Joe, uh, Mr. Johnson's in, uh,
he's in pretty bad shape.

I'm gonna try
and get him to confess.

- Forget it.
- No, no. I think I can do it.

And that B.B. Murchison,
something's gotta be done

with her.
She's gonna kill somebody.

Yeah, could be,
but the watch commander

made me turn her loose.

Oh, come on.
After what she did?

McCloud, I'm late for a meeting.
You want B .B., you book her.

I can't afford her on my record.

Alright, I will.
Where does she live?

Joe: 515 West 58th Street.

515 West 58th Street. Right.

Yeah. The landlady will tell you
which apartment.

But, McCloud, I'm warning you,
it's cold out.

If you wind up the night
turning blue, don't come to me.

Yeah.

McCloud's gonna try
and book B.B. Murchison.

Oh, I hope I'm still here.

Could be the match
of the century.

- Oh, I'm late, I'm going down.
- I know where you're going.

- I don't wanna hear about it.
- Hey, it affects all of us.

Policemen have just as much
right to be organized

as anybody else.

Not when you work
for Chief Clifford.

You haven't said anything
to the chief?

I don't wanna be the one
to tell him.

You know what they say
about messengers

bearing bad news.

Off with their heads.

Where's he buried, Jack?
Where's Scarlotti?

What's the deal?

You'll get a new name,
rank and serial number.

The feds will start you off
on a brand-new life.

It's not my idea of justice,

but maybe it's worth it
to nail your ex-pals.

What's in it for you?
The feds will take the bow.

Yes, but it's nice to have
a crack at real criminals.

Police departments don't get
much chance at them.

- Real criminals?
- Hmm.

The guys that operate
above the law.

Guys like you
who supposedly represent

every working stiff
in the country

and that pension
they're waiting for.

How many billions
have been borrowed illegally

from those funds by gangsters?

[scoffs] Well, the money
you misappropriate every year

would make Jesse James
look like an evangelist,

and the law can't touch you.

Nobody starts out to be crooked.

It just happens.

Anyway, you're not making me
feel very secure.

How do I know
you won't turn me over

once I've given you
what you want?

If I guarantee your safety,
you'll be safe.

But don't make me beg.
My heart isn't in it.

If I walk out of here,
you're on your own.

Hey, alright, alright.
Listen up, everybody.

The bulk of the shift
that could be here is.

That's good. Real good.
Means we're together on this.

Yeah. Let's not confuse interest
with support.

Some of us are here to find out
what you have to offer.

What, are you kiddin'?
Where you been? In hibernation?

The city just turned down
our pay boost

after it was agreed to
by impartial arbitration.

Now I don't know
how you guys see that,

but the committee has to take
that as a kick in the butt.

- Right, right.
- Absolutely.

The city said no
because the city is broke.

Hey, they're givin' away

a billion dollars a month
to deadbeats on welfare

while we're pulling
12-hour shifts

gettin' guns stuck up our noses.

Now what do we gotta do
to educate guys like you?

You been around longer
than Methuselah.

Yeah, but they take in
detectives' pay

which ain't quite the same
as us poor slobs.

- Absolutely.
Joe: Hey, now wait a minute.

Wait a minute. This is supposed
to be a meeting, not a brawl.

Let's not forget
we're all on the same force

working toward the same end,
a fair deal.

Maybe we are
and maybe we aren't.

Workin' towards the same end,
I mean.

When we walk, if we walk,

it's liable to be the men
against the supervisors.

And that's usually
sergeants on up.

What is this talk about walking?

Cops don't walk,
not in this city.

You keep talkin', pops.

That's just what the brass
is countin' on.

Anything I say here
is my opinion.

The opinion of a cop
with 30 years.

Sure, I wouldn't wanna
fool around

with my pension
if I was you either.

But a lot of us here
have got a lot more years to go

and a lot more bullets to duck
to get to our pensions.

We just wanna make sure
it's worth it.

Well, I guess
that's the difference.

I didn't join the department
to get rich.

- Oh, get out of here!
- Just walk out!

- Grover! Grover!
- That's it. Walk away!

[knocks]

You're right on ti...

[dramatic music]

What... You...
No, put me down, you crazy...

[indistinct shouting]

B.B.: I'm gonna freeze to death,
you dumb yokel.

They'll kick you
so far off the force

you'll need a passport.

Well, the beauty of it is
I ain't on the force, ma'am.

You're tellin' me.

Alright, if I tell you
where Scarlotti is buried,

what next?

Twenty-four-hour guard from now

until the time
his depositions are taken

and the feds take over.

He doesn't even spit
without police escort

to and from this cell.

This place is a jail, a cage.
Couldn't you, uh,

put me up in a hotel
with a couple of guards?

No, no, too much chance

of their spotting you
between here and the hotel

and we'd have to watch
every bite of food

and every window.
Come on, Jack.

For once in your life,
rough up for a couple of hours.

Tomorrow night at this time,
you'll be on your way.

I'm not even dressed right.
I'm freezing.

I'm freezing. Don't you have
any, uh, heat in this place?

Well, you heard of conservation?

- No.
- We'll make you comfortable.

Get him one of those
portable heaters.

And you tell the officers
what you want

in the way of food and clothing.

You're our number one guest
and we're here to serve you.

We want you comfy.

Well, you heard the man.

I guess I'm here
for the next 24 hours

and I'm hungry.
What do we do about that?

We can send for some food
right down the street.

Oh, good,
as long as you're sending out,

you've heard about the, uh,

Oyster Bar
down at the Plaza Hotel.

Your order, monsieur?

I'd, uh, like a double order
of, uh, oysters Rockefeller

some vichyssoise,
and a half a bottle of cabernet.

Anything else, sir?

Hefferman: Ask the captain.
He'll know.

- Hey, go and book her.
- What's the charge?

Indecent exposure.

- Hi, McCloud. Where you been?
- Hospital.

You know where Chief Clifford
is? I wanna talk to him.

You have to ask her.

- Where's Chief Clifford?
- I can't tell ya.

- Why not?
- I've said too much already.

You haven't said anything yet.

- McCloud, it's for you.
- Thank you.

- Yeah, McCloud.
- Hello, marshal.

I think you better get back
over here right away.

Does this have to do
with Mr. Johnson?

Well, I'm not where I can
really discuss it right now,

but I think you should hurry.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Look, I gotta go,
but when I get back,

you and me gonna have it out.

Now you talkin'.

Wait a minute, McCloud,
where are you goin'?

McCloud: Hospital.
- You just left the hospital.

I've seen it happen
a hundred times.

When them big dudes
start to fall apart...

He looked great to me.

Haven't you ever wondered why
he never takes that coat off?

It's like my girdle.

When that comes off,
it's every part for itself.

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, e-- excuse me.

That man
who just walked out of here?

- The one in the odd hat.
- Odd hat?

Well, you must have noticed him.
He was talking to you.

I've seen him in and out of here
several times today.

- Who is he?
- McCloud. Sam McCloud.

He's on special duty here
for New Mexico.

Special duty? What does he do?

Well, you'd have to ask
Chief Clifford about that.

Well, you work for Clifford.

You must know
why the man's here.

I don't think
Chief Clifford even knows that.

You know,
one might get the impression

that Chief Clifford told you
not to cooperate with me.

It's amazing how much trouble
you can get in

just keeping your mouth shut.

Man 1: The attendant found it
on the gurney

as they were putting it back
in the ambulance.

Now am I wrong
or is that a bullet?

No, that's a bullet, alright.

[scoffs] Oh, it's a big one.

A guy collpasin' in a bar,

we don't report that
to the police,

but a bullet wound,
that's somethin' else again.

Well, tell me about the fella
you brought in.

His name is Daniel Rucker.

He doubled up
over on 2nd Avenue.

Spit up a little blood.
His X-rays revealed

he had a badly bruised sternum
and a couple of cracked ribs.

- He give you a story?
- He hasn't been able to yet.

But it's the other guy I thought
you might be interested in.

- You're Mr. Smith.
- Right.

I came here
to pick up my friend.

I'm afraid
that's out of the question.

Why? What's the matter with him?

Uh, do you know where he was
this evening?

Was he in some sort of trouble
somewhere?

No, not...

- I was with him all evening.
- Ah.

Well, he's got, uh,
couple of broken ribs

and some internal bleeding.

We're gonna
have to hold him here

until the police
can talk to him.

Police? Why? I don't understand.

Well, that's strictly routine,
Mr. Smith.

You see, there's, uh,
a couple of fights

and a mugging
over on 3rd Avenue tonight.

Since we can't explain
Mr. Rucker's injuries,

we gotta take
a photograph of him,

show it to the victims
to make sure

that he wasn't involved.

Who the hell are you?
Who's he?

McCloud: I'm on special
assignment here in New York City

from Taos, New Mexico.

Special assignment?

[chuckles] I mean,
what's special about this?

My friend fell over in a bar

and there are a dozen,
uh, people who saw it.

Uh-huh. You sure
that, uh, you fellas

didn't exchange
a punch or two there?

Hmm?

You know that can happen
even amongst best friends.

Yeah, you're right. This--
this is no time to kid around.

[chuckles]

- It's no crime, right?
- No.

And besides, he can't get mad
'cause he started it.

He's stupid, you know.

But he didn't mean anything,
you know--

- You hit him?
- No, no, no, he hit this guy.

The other guy... hit him.

I got Chuck out of this, so
this thing wouldn't go too far.

I bring him over to a bar to get
a drink, you know, to unwind.

He got sick.

This guy, uh, must have hit him
harder than I figured.

- He was a big guy. Big, big.
- Alright.

Well, I tell you,
why don't you just, uh

let me have some identification

and we'll chalk this all up
to the cold weather?

Sometimes that stirs people up.

Yeah, the cold weather
get tempers a-flarin'.

Oh. [chuckles] Of course,
I ain't got...

[chuckles] I don't have
my wallet.

He had to buy the drinks.
How about that?

[laughs] I bring him to a bar
to cool off

and I stick him with the check.
[laughs]

[laughs]

Well, I guess
it just wasn't his night, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

- How do I reach you?
- Reach me?

Yeah, when your friend gets well
and we want to release him,

we wanna know
how to contact you.

- 5-5-5...
- 5-5-5...

- 1-7-8-2.
- 1-7-8-2.

You can expect to hear from us.

Doctor, my friend Chuck,

do you think
I could see him tonight?

Oh, that's out of the question,
you see.

He's in isolation, Mr. Smith.

- Isolation?
- That's right.

Isolation.

- Oh, uh...
McCloud: Hmm.

Thanks a lot.

Well, how did I do?

You're practically
on the force now.

Now what? Because, you see,
I can't really

hold Rucker against his will.

Well, I can. Just put him
in security ward

and let me know
when I can see him.

Mm-hmm. Now there isn't
any way possible

you might be able to tell me
what's goin' on here, is there?

- Nope.
- Now, do you know?

Maybe. Thanks for your help.

[scoffs]

Yeah.

Yeah, alright, get over here.

Yeah, right now. Tonight!

Knucklehead, where'd you find
those two clowns?

They came highly recommended
by Harmon.

Yeah, well, have Harmon
put to sleep.

He must be lookin' to do me in.

What happened?

The cops
are checkin' Rucker out.

They won't let him
out of the hospital.

Mr. Constantine, um...

while you were on the phone,
Sam called.

Yeah?

- Uh--
- Yeah, what?

I think Hefferman's alive.
The cops have him.

[dramatic music]

The cops got Hefferman?
Where? How?

Sam spread a few dollars around
and he found out that

the coroner's car was used to
get him out of t-- the apartment

and then they delivered him
to the morgue and...

Well, then a police car
picked him up from there.

Find him.
And I don't mean tomorrow.

I mean, find him tonight!
That man can do us all in.

- I want him dead!
- Yes, sir.

[humming]

Get me Commissioner Danton,
will you?

Was he singing?

Was he drinking is more like it.

Excuse me, can I help you, sir?
Wait just a minute, Mr. P...

May I have a word with you,
chief?

Aren't you working
rather long hour?

Well, time is money
and so is racial balance.

Come again.

I've been going over
your duty rosters.

First of all, I think you know
that in order to receive

federal funding,
your roster must have a balance

of races
commensurate with the community.

- That's a law?
- No deviations.

You mean, if a neighborhood
has 40% Chinese,

then we'd have to have
40% Chinese on the force?

- Exactly.
- You're sure about that?

- No exceptions?
- No exceptions.

Very well. Come with me.

Chief, uh, where will you be

if something comes up
on that you-know-what case?

Pearson and I are going
to drop in on the union meeting

the men are holding.

He wasn't supposed to know
anything about that.

It's a secret.

And don't tell them I'm coming.

Pardon me.

- Uh, where is everybody?
- They're all d...

Who wants to know?

Oh, well, I'm just over here
from the 14th on loan out.

I'm supposed to do
some paperwork.

Do you have anything
on this Hefferman thing

over on East 63rd?

I don't know. Check dispatch.

They can give you a base number
to follow up on.

- Uh, where is it?
- Oh, second floor.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Did he, uh, ask you
about Hefferman?

- Yeah. Cute, wasn't he?
- A real darling.

- What's his name?
- Wilder.

Now you've turned all our
legitimate gripes into a forum

for getting rid of political
interest frustration.

Now a strike vote
has nothing to do

with welfare states
or people on the dole--

Hey, if we could all
take our seats,

we could vote on this strike.

Now we gotta have the strike
tally in by midnight.

So if everybody would...

[indistinct shouting]

[silence]

Now, now,
don't let me disrupt things.

Uh, always glad to see you,
Chief Clifford.

Uh, the men of the swing shift
were just gettin' together

to talk a few things over
before goin' on duty.

Good.

I have someone with me
I'd like you,

ladies and gentlemen, to meet.

This is Mr. Pearson
from Washington.

[cheering]

Not from the Arbitration Board
by chance?

Washington did alright by us.
Better than the city.

No, no. Mr. Pearson wasn't
with the Arbitration Board.

Actually, he's here to tell us
that we have to, uh,

rebalance our manpower
on a racial basis.

Right?

Well, that's just a, uh,
minor part of my mission.

Clifford: Not at all.
Now according to you,

we have to hire
and fire personnel

on the basis of a racial mixture

commensurate with the community.

Now the mix in this community
is approximately 67% white,

29% black, and the rest
of varying Hispanic groups.

Uh, may I see that duty roster?

Thank you.

Uh...

I'm afraid this isn't good.

Now it's quite obvious that, uh,
on direct orders of Mr. Pearson,

we're going to have to
get rid of...

eleven blacks and two
Puerto Ricans from the squad.

[indistinct grumbling]

Right?

- Well, uh--
- You said no exceptions.

The, uh, regulations
are quite explicit.

Clifford: Fine, I'll, uh,
I'll have the, uh, order

for dismissal drawn up
and ask you to sign it.

Oh, and I'll also ask you
to handle the method

in which these people
are to be dismissed.

Chief Clifford, uh,
this is... quite awkward.

Oh, now, Mr. Pearson,

that's only because you're used
to issuing regulations.

Following them, ha-ha,
that's the challenge.

[chuckles] Well, I'm sure
these men and ladies

will have a few questions,
so I'll just leave you

to, uh, talk it over with them.

Well, uh...

I, uh, welcome, uh,
this opportunity...

uh, to-- to answer
any questions.

Which may have
about, uh, the, uh,

various federal programs
that we are trying to integrate.

Um, assimilate

into the, uh,
New York Police Department.

So, uh, feel free
to, uh, fire away.

[cocks gun]

That, of course,
was a figure of speech. [laughs]

There aren't too many guys
in the locker room

with your size.

I scrounged what I could.

Well, now that I think about it,

I'm quite comfortable
in my pajamas.

It's the best I could do.

The chief did say though
to make me comfy.

I can't lie in that bed.

Is something wrong
with this bed?

I require a special mattress.

I've got a bad back.

Tennis, you know,
reaching for the long ones.

You want an orthopedic mattress

on the cell block
at this time of night?

Oh, no, no, no, no,
I wouldn't think of putting you

through that trouble,
but a nice chair would help.

I'd like to do some reading.

It's a little dark in here
for reading.

Yes.

Perhaps a-- a nice floor lamp
would help.

I don't suppose
you have anything to read.

Well, there's a bookstore

right down by the Plaza
open all night.

Uh, I'll give you a couple
of selections I haven't read.

Hard cover or soft cover?

Oh, it doesn't make
any difference.

I wouldn't wanna put you
to any trouble.

[sighs]

Well, if there are no questions,

um, I'd better be
getting back to work.

It's, uh,

been nice
chatting with you men...

ladies.

And, uh...

keep up the good work.

Okay, okay.
That's just another example

of management stupidity.

Now every precinct in this city

is taking a strike vote
right this minute.

So let's get on ours.

Hey, we still
have to talk it out.

Look, we've done nothin'
but talk.

Now I wanna see a...

I wanna see a show of hands
right this minute.

- He's here.
Constantine: Where?

Downstairs. They're hiding him
in the detention area.

I'd like to see that creep
in jail,

but I'd rather see him dead.

- Here?
- Yeah. There.

[sighs]

I'll check him out
if I can get close enough.

But I don't like
one-way missions.

You check out the setup,
then tell me

how many men you need
and you got it.

I'm tellin' you,
this is their home base.

It's not gonna be easy
even getting in that tank.

Don't jack me up.
You want more money?

Lay it on the line.
I don't play games.

I'll let you know.

- Hey, McCloud, get over here!
- What's the trouble?

You ain't sticking me
with a false arrest charge.

Now you've had B.B.
sitting in there

on her duff for over two hours.

The way she figures it, you've
cost her $200 in lost revenue

and she's threatening
to sue the city.

Well, she assaulted a man.

It's her sixth one
in the last month.

I want to get her
off the streets.

Fine, take her home with ya,

but get her out of my tank.

And especially half naked
like that.

This place
has a certain reputation,

you know what I mean?
Not to mention,

my wife is comin' over
with my lunch in an hour.

I'll get her some clothes,
alright?

That satisfy you?
I'll get her some clothes.

Man 2: Then book her
or get her out of here!

One way or the other, McCloud!

Gladys, I hate to take the shirt

off your back,
but you heard the sergeant--

Forget it,
we ain't the same size

and my husband's comin'
to pick me up after work

and I don't want him pickin' up
no B.B. Murchison by mistake.

McCloud, I got a spare tunic
in my locker

and maybe a pair of jeans.

Hey, Marylou, you're a doll.

Now how can I
make this up to you, hmm?

I'll think of somethin'.

Chief Clifford still out?

No, he's here,
but he's in a meeting.

- I'll tell him you want him.
- And tell him it's important.

It's always important
the way you tell it.

I have done battle
with the best of them, chief.

Believe me when I tell you
you make a grave tactical error

when you underestimate
my authority.

[knock on door] Come in.

Sorry to interrupt, chief,
but it's about our problem

down in the cell block.

Problem?

[whispers]

No.

I could go up
to the commissioner's office.

He won't be in till morning.

No, no, no, no. Take mine.

I don't wanna complicate
this thing any more

than it already is.

One of our, uh, prisoners
has a bad back.

He needs a lamp too.

- Take mine.
- Excuse me.

Hmm.

Uh, you provide
this kind of service

for all your prisoners?

Oh, it's a little hard
to explain.

Yes, well, I have nothing
but time.

Just who is it that deserves
that kind of special attention?

Well, it's, uh, no one really.

Uh, no one special.

You mean
this is standard procedure?

Mr. Pearson, I don't intend
to discuss this with you.

Not now at any rate.

We have our methods in New York.

You federal people have yours.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have some phone calls to make.

Yeah, well, that Pearson's lucky
he ain't dead.

Hey, he's not
out of the building yet.

Yeah, that's true. Well,
if you have to have a homicide

in this kind of weather,
better it should happen

in a police station.

Pardon me, can you tell me where
I could find Officer Murphy?

Murphy. Eh, the blond kid
over by the drinking fountain.

Thank you.

- Hey, Murphy.
- Yeah?

I'm from the 14th
on temporary assignment.

My instructions are to send you
over to the detective squad

to help out on some big deal.

No kidding. Why me?

You're asking me?
I should be so lucky.

Hey, listen, I'll pull it
for you if you want me to.

No, no. Uh, what do I do?

Where do I go?
Uh, do I check out first?

It's all taken care of.
Follow me.

[dramatic music]

You wanna give me a hand
with some of this stuff?

Hey, right over here.

What'd you want me
to help you with?

There's nothin' here.
Hey, what...

[muffled gunshot]

Get rid of him.

Where do you want me
to dump him?

What do I care?
I'm not a garbage man.

Just go. I got work to do.

And don't mess up my car.

I'm responsible for it
back at the 14th.

Yeah, fantastic.

What about the 22nd?

Then that's it.
[laughs] That's really it.

We got it. Right, right.

Midnight it is.

It's a majority. We walk.

I don't believe it.
You know what you're doing.

- We're shorthanded as it is.
- Hey, it's out of my hands.

We voted. The guys think
they've been abused.

- They gotta take a stand.
- Ah.

[scoffs] Where do you stand,
Joe, huh?

Are you gonna fink out on us?

Hey, what are you talkin'
about finkin' out?

I'm a sergeant. We're considered
middle management.

What are you talkin' about?
Sergeants are in no man's land.

They ain't management
to management

and they ain't one of the boys
to the boys.

What you gonna do, huh?

I'll let you know.

Look, pass the word
around the building.

We move out of here at 12:00.

- I'm relief.
- What happened to Murph?

Uh, cold got him.
Uh, what do we got?

Nothin'. Place is empty.

Uh, don't go back there.

You said it was empty.

For you, the place is empty,
okay?

Where's my dinner? The service
around here is lousy.

Well, in case
you didn't know it,

there's a blizzard goin' on
out there.

In case you don't know, it's not
exactly the Sahara in here.

Go check on his din-din.

Hey, I'm used to a great deal
more courtesy

and some evidence
of financial competence.

For instance,
in your last fiscal report,

there is...

Police departments
all over the country

have gone
to the single man patrol car

cutting manpower requirements
nearly in half.

You won't even discuss it.

Now Chicago maintains
a department--

Open up.

Just as much manpower
as New York

for one-third of the cost.

I'm not finished talking.
Open this door.

You do and I'll put you out
on Broadway barefoot.

I'm a representative
of the federal government.

Are you gonna do as I tell you?

I'm sorry, sir.

Food for the prisoner.
No weapons.

Oysters Rockefeller,
cabernet wine and some--

Hold it! Wait a minute!

Oysters Rockefeller.

Vichyssoise.

Cabernet sauvignon.
Who the hell is this for?

For the prisoner.
Come on, let me have it.

Mad as hell
'cause it took so long.

Who you got back there?
King George?

I don't know, sir.

You're in charge
and you don't know, hmm?

Sir, I-- I'm new--

Look, I've had it
with this silence treatment.

Now the next officer I talk to
that doesn't open up

is gonna find himself
with the shortest career

in police history.

And you can tell Chief Clifford
that, uh...

I'll be in his office
waiting for him.

Here, read this
and then sign it.

Up your nose.

Okay, Joe.

Are you with management
or labor?

Somebody's gotta stay
with the ship.

Okay. Let's move it, everybody.
We're on strike!

Man 3: Let's go.
- Hey, wait a minute.

Hey.

They're really goin' out, Joe?

Yeah,
everybody's goin' home mad.

This is crazy.

Well, maybe it isn't so crazy,

but it could get a little scary.

If everybody's goin' out, scary
doesn't begin to cover it.

- You know where the chief is?
- He's disappeared.

I haven't been able to find him
in over an hour.

I think it has something
to do with that guy Hefferman.

Well, do you know
where they got him?

No.

Well, I've got
to find the chief.

I've got information
that he needs.

And I've got some
he doesn't need.

You stay put.

You take one step away
from that desk

and I'm gonna have
a fugitive warrant out on you

and that's a shootin' offence.

Sergeant, watch her!

Where is everybody?

Gone. They're out on strike.

Strike?

- Well, who's in charge?
- Not me.

Listen, it's time we talked.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

[dramatic music]

You.

- Me?
- Don't try to get away from me.

I ain't goin' nowhere.

Very sensible.

Maybe there's some hope for you.

Which is more than I can say
for the rest of your crew.

Hey, no kiddin', who's here?
Angie? Fern?

Who's Angie and Fern?

No, you don't.

Come on, I've been there.

What are you? New?

I'm from out of town, yeah.

How'd you know?

I meet a lot of johns
from out of town.

- Fred.
- Whatever.

I was, um,

hoping that we could find
some, uh...

common ground.

You scratch my back...

I scratch yours.

- You can help me?
- You'd be surprised.

- What'd you have in mind?
- [chuckles]

I see I've come
to the right girl.

I was beginning to think
that everyone around here

was afraid of me.

Should I be afraid?

I guarantee
my bark is worse than my bite.

What's that mean... exactly?

I need you.

How long you say
you've been away from home?

Two days.
How is that important?

Well, it-- it helps to know
how long it's been.

Oh.

You ain't into whips
or anything?

Whips?

Who uses whips?

You've seen whips used here

at the New York City
Police Department?

I thought that went out
with the third-degree.

Are you kiddin'?
I could tell you stories.

Hey, is that your thing?
You're a listener.

I'm all ears.

That's a shame.

Let's get down to business.

When?

Now.

Where?

Here.

Here? You crazy?

Of course, of course,
you're right.

Maybe we can go somewhere
and-- and finish this, huh?

Just like that?

I can cover you.

Washington has given me
carte blanche.

- Hmm?
- I don't take credit cards.

[chuckles]

Federal officials have been
notified that you're here

and that you're making
a formal statement.

You'll be turned over to them
when we're satisfied

that you're telling the truth
in its entirety.

I'm not sure that I know
the truth in its entirety.

You know enough
to get yourself killed.

You know what happened
to Scarlotti.

Hefferman: Yes, I know
what happened to him.

Hefferman: He's dead.
Clifford: Yes.

Clifford: He came here
to meet with you?

Hefferman: That was
the stated reason.

The real reason is that
there was a...

great struggle
going inside the union.

There was money.
Much, too much money.

Like millions of people
walking by every day

pouring in little bit
of each paycheck in a big pot.

The temptation to reach down
and scoop up a handful

was overwhelming.

It could have corrupted
almost anyone.

Somebody wanted reforms.

There was no such thing.

Everybody wanted
that pot of gold

so they could give the private
loans to their own friends.

And where did you fit
into this candy store?

I pulled on a good salary
as inside attorney.

Oh, I suppose
I wouldn't have made

as much money on the outside,

but at least
I didn't line my own pockets.

But I did turn my own back

when some
of the loan applications

had the return address
of federal penitentiaries.

For the trouble I'm in,
I should have reached

in that pot myself
and gone for the killing.

Maybe you did.

Hmm.

Simms, I want a stenographer
down here

to take the formal statement.

I'll get the city attorney
over here to witness it.

Polk, you keep security tight.

The more people we get in here,
the tougher it will be.

What's the timetable?

Well, let's aim for a countdown
of, say, 2:00 a.m.

Open up!

Chief, we've been looking
all over for ya.

What are the two of you
doing here?

Oh, I got something important
to talk over with you

on this Hefferman thing.

Well, what's that?

I got one of his gunmen

under lock and key, I think.

- Really? Where?
- Bellevue.

Seems like one of my slugs
hit him after all.

Look at that.

I haven't got anything official
from ballistics,

but I know a .45 slug
when I see one

and there's not many sidearms
like mine in New York City.

It's good piece of work.
Let's get on it.

That, uh, collar says the 14th.

- You just transfer in?
- They sent me over, sir.

Told me to fill in
wherever as needed.

Who said to fill in?

Joe: Uh, chief,
I think I can explain

how that must have happened.

You see, we're gonna be
very shorthanded for a while.

We're not gonna be shorthanded.

I'm gonna get extra men in here
till we get, uh,

him processed out of here.

Now, Broadhurst, I'm putting you
in charge of the cell block.

I want all the experience
I can get.

Nothing personal. I'll find
something for you upstairs.

[scoffs] You'll have no trouble
finding work for him

in the squad room, chief.
At midnight--

Joe, I don't have time
to talk now.

I gotta get the city attorney
over here.

Now you guard this cell block
with your life.

I wanna hear everything you've
got on this gunman, McCloud.

- Right.
- You, now come along.

Well...

Too many things can happen
to a man in the hospital.

If that gunman's
in any condition to be moved,

I want him brought over here.

Now take a couple
of our best men,

get over to the hospital
right a...

Where the hell is everybody?

- I--
- On strike.

Strike? That was just
a negotiating ploy!

The police department
can't go on strike!

Hey, Grover,
where's B.B. Murchison?

I left her sittin'
in the chair there.

Grover: Search me.
- Gladys.

Seems to me I saw her
with that federal fella Pearson.

McCloud, we don't have time
to worry

about an 8th Avenue hooker.

We've got a disaster
on our hands.

Now get on that phone
to the hospital.

Gladys, call in the reserves.
I want a full squad here.

We don't get some manpower
around here,

we could be sitting ducks.

Does the news media
know about this walkout?

Oh, you gotta be kidding, chief.
Every TV station in town

was on the front door
when the men walked out.

Then we're not the only ones
that know we're underpowered.

Grover, get the officers
over here from the precincts.

- Gladys--
- I'm calling.

But you got about as much chance

as a snowball in hell
getting reserves

to cross a police picket line.

There won't be any pickets
at this time of night

in this kind of weather.

Grover: That's another thing,
chief.

The weather hasn't let up
since 6 o'clock this morning.

Traffic's tied up all over town.

I doubt
if any of the precincts--

- Call.
- I'm calling.

McCloud: It's a matter
of life and death.

We gotta move him
over here, doc.

Look, marshal,
we have a security section.

Mr. Rucker will be
perfectly safe here.

But there's someone else I think
you should be concerned about.

- Who's that? Not Mr. Johnson?
- Mrs. Johnson.

Now you apparently told her
what happened.

Well, I had no choice.
What's she done?

She came in here, forced
her way in to see her husband.

Now she's gone off
to find that, uh,

that, uh, Murkerman woman,
uh, what? Something.

Murchison?
Does she know where to look?

Well, apparently,
Mr. Johnson had a-- a choice.

Either her apartment
or his hotel.

He had the address.
Here, I got it.

I already know it. How much
of a head start she got?

Oh, about five minutes,
but, marshal, she's got a gun.

Hey, Rizzo.

- Just the man I'm looking for.
- I'm not here.

- Officially, I mean.
- It's an emergency.

Hey, I got hung up
with a phone call.

I'd be out of the building.

Well, I'm going out
of the building.

You take the subway, don't you?

- Yeah?
- Well, I'll give you a lift.

- Any harm in that?
- Don't know.

Aren't you on a strike?

Rizzo, I don't even belong
to the department.

How can I be on strike?

Then there really can't be
any harm

in my riding with you.

- There you go.
- Where?

This way.

Yeah, he's right here.

It's Wilder.

Give me some good news.

I can get Hefferman,
but I'm gonna need some help.

How many men you want?

[sighs] Right now,
headquarters is almost deserted.

Some sort of walkout.

But in two hours,
they're gonna have

all sorts of backup forces here

and Hefferman's gonna be
making a statement

to the city attorney.

You gotta stop that.

How much
has he told them already?

Well, he hasn't told them
where you dumped Scarlotti.

I figure he's waiting
to make sure of his deal.

It's his only trump card.

You're telling me
we've got inside of two hours

to get in there
and blast Hefferman?

Yeah, that's what
I'm telling ya.

I'm gonna need every piece

of heavy artillery you've got.

How do I get them
some kind of plan?

We don't have time for finesse.

We shoot our way in,
we shoot our way out.

You'll have your men.
Where do you want them?

Right, okay.

And one more thing.

Send somebody down
to the hospital.

There's a cop on his way
to get Rucker out.

They know he was in
on the hit tonight.

I'll take care of it.

We gotta call a few favors
that are owed to us.

Uh, how much help
you think we need? Uh...

Lots. I think
you'd better run the show.

Me?

What's gonna happen
in this next hour

is gonna make
St. Valentine's Day

seem like a church picnic
in Central Park.

And we don't have any choice.

Look, Mr. Constantine, I, uh,

I don't wanna
get involved personally.

I mean, it's a police station--

I said no choice!

[dramatic music]

Now, the less people that know

what we had to do tonight,
the better.

Pick your closest friends.

You're gonna have to trust them
a long time.

Yeah, well, [chuckles]

I guess we all got
our dues to pay, huh?

Yeah.

Pearson: This is really
quite a treat for me.

A home-cooked meal.

You're quite a chef.

B.B.: I entertain a lot.

Well, I-- I travel a lot,

so that puts me
in a position to...

appreciate hospitality.

B.B.: A lot
of my gentlemen callers travel.

Listen, I hope you're not
going to any more trouble,

because, uh, [scoffs]
this was, uh, just great.

I'm just getting comfortable.

I'm glad you suggested, uh,

that we come here, uh, to talk.

Because I-- I was starved

and the, uh, squad room is not
exactly a place for, uh, candor.

In fact, I haven't been able
to get to the bottom

of anything since...

[instrumental music]

uh, since I've been here.

Drink?

Please.

Scotch?

Two fingers.

[dramatic music]

Thank you.

Are you, uh, warm enough?

Yeah.

Are you?

Oh, yes, yes.

You know, uh...

you are, uh, very lovely.

But I came here to talk

and I wouldn't wanna take
advantage of the situation.

What you mean is...

you do wanna take advantage.

You're just figuring out
the risks and the odds.

Afterwards, you'll find a way
to pretend

it never happened...

that I didn't exist at all.

No, no, no.

No, no,
I-- I'm not that way at all.

I, uh...

I care very deeply about, uh...

people.

[dramatic music]

Very... deeply.

You know, McCloud, I gotta go
straight home, no stops.

I wouldn't have it
any other way.

Then why are we heading
in the wrong direction?

I gotta make one stop.

[dramatic music]

[gun cocks]

Pearson: Oh, gee.

I don't know...

[scoffs] I-- I don't know
what's come over me.

Ah.

One little...

glass of...

scotch.

I know I've been pushing myself
lately, but...

this is ridiculous.

[humming]

In all of nature,

the male is the more beautiful
of the species.

The rainbowed plumage
of the peacock.

The magnificent maned lion.

Only in man is the male

a dreary, dull, colorless,
unimaginative,

deceitful,
treacherous little worm.

[sprays]

Hey, McCloud, just what is
the nature of this one stop?

Just wanna pay a little visit
to some ladies.

Ladies?

Are they attractive ladies?

Well, one of them
is a real knockout.

[spraying]

[doorbell buzzes]

Who is it?

Mrs. Johnson: Mrs. Alpert
from down the hall.

I'm really not dressed,
Mrs. Alpert. Have we met?

Mrs. Johnson: No, and I'm
very sorry to disturb you,

but no one else
on the floor is here

and I desperately need water.

Apparently,
mine's been turned off.

I brought a pot.

Just a minute, I'll get a robe.

[dramatic music]

Are you B.B. Murchison?

Where's your pot?

- Are you B.B. Murchison?
- No, I'm her roommate.

I-- I don't seem to remember
seeing you around the building.

No, B.B., you haven't.

I said I'm not B.B.
She's my roommate.

There's no other name
mentioned on the mailbox.

I see you've been doing
your nails.

Nice shade of blue.

What do you want?

[gasps] Oh.

[gasps]

Get out of here!

Hey, you want bread, you got it.

How much? A thousand? Two?

This is for Benny
and that poor creep in there.

[gunshots]

- Hold it. Police!
- Get out of here, McCloud!

- Stop her! She's nuts!
McCloud: Mrs. Johnson, put...

[gunshots]

[grunting]

- One more second--
- Get her, Rizzo!

McCloud, I'm... [grunts]

That's gonna cost you.

Do you know
what that woman did to Benny

and this poor man over here?

Don't shoot.

If she's married,
I didn't lay a finger...

Uh... Oh!

- You got a Mr. Rucker here?
- Uh, yes, officer.

He's in the Special Security
Section.

- Well, I'm the reinforcements.
- Uh, please follow me.

[dramatic music]

McCloud: Look at this snow.

It will be morning
before we can get three blocks.

I don't wanna hear about it.
I'm not here, McCloud.

- You're just dropping me off.
- Just after my next stop.

He's quite safe here.
The security door

at the end of the corridor
keeps everyone out.

Yeah, he's probably
some kind of big wheel.

They don't wanna take chances.

- You know, what's funny?
- What is?

I thought I heard on the news
that, uh,

all you guys
had gone out on strike.

Oh, yes, except for a few of us
at the union

excused for emergency duty.

Oh, I'm glad to hear
you aren't scabbing.

We're going out next week,
too, you know.

Congratulations,
that's wonderful.

The City of New York
may be broke,

but they aren't gonna
push us around.

[dramatic music]

McCloud, I can't do this.

Rizzo, get on back
to the prisoners.

McCloud, I'm on strike.

Anyway, they're handcuffed
to the car.

Are you telling me
that you are no longer a member

of this department
on official duty?

Yeah, that's right.
I am temporarily

a private citizen
with no rights to carry a gun,

guard prisoners or anything.

- Well, that's good.
- Huh, it is?

Yeah, of course,
now as a marshal

from the state of New Mexico,

I can officially deputize you
for emergency duty.

Now go on back out there
with the ladies.

Wait a minute. I'm a marshal
from the state of New Mexico?

I've got a sick man
on my hands, Rizzo.

There's nothing in the strike
bulletin that covers this.

Rizzo, if you think
that it's cold here in New York,

wait till you give the jail
in Albuquerque a shot.

Now get on back out there

before I bring you up
on charges.

If I get in trouble, McCloud,

you may have to support me

for the rest of your life.
I'll be yours

with pension
and fringe benefits!

[dramatic music]

Oh, my God. Not another one.

Nurse, get a couple of orderlies
to prepare him.

No one would talk to me.
She was the only one.

Am I going to die?

The doctor here has had
a great deal of experience

with this new social disease.

No, you're not gonna die.

Just might be
a little embarrassing

for you in Washington.

I wonder if there's any way
an auditor can invoke

presidential privilege.

In here.

[muffled gunshot]

I think he's gonna be alright.

By the way, I'm glad you decided

to change your mind
about moving Rucker out of here.

He really wasn't well enough
to be moved.

What do you mean,
changed my mind?

Well, the officer you sent
decided

to stand guard here instead.

- What officer?
- That wasn't necessary.

[intense music]

Hold it!

[gunshot] Take it easy!

Next one's gonna cut you in two.

He's the one
you let in the prisoner ward?

Get over here.
Put your hands on the counter.

Come on there.
Spread your legs. Spread them.

Alright, uh, listen,
what do you say

we talk a little business, huh?

What'd you do? Come down here
to get him out or kill him, huh?

I could save you guys
a lot of lives.

- Yeah, mostly yours.
- No, cops.

Lots of cops.
It's gonna be a slaughter.

When? Where?
What are you talking about?

Uh, first, let's make a deal.

You know, you're lucky
that I'm from out of town

because the New York City
Police Department

doesn't allow their officers
to fire warning shots.

I'd just as soon leave you here
to prove that

I didn't violate the law.

Alright, alright.

But you don't have enough men
to stop them.

[cocks gun] When?

- In about 25 minutes.
- Where?

Police headquarters.

- Detectives Squad. Grover.
- Where's the chief?

Downstairs in the lobby
waiting for the city attorney.

I gotta talk to him, fast.

Sorry, McCloud.

Chief's going right up
to the cell block from there.

They wanna get that deposition
as fast as they can.

Well, you're not gonna get
anything if you don't get

every available man
to guard the place.

Grover: McCloud, I've been
trying to scrounge around

for half dozen men for the last
hour and I can't do it.

The precincts are short.

McCloud: Grover, you gotta break
off all the men you can.

Take some of the troops
guarding Hefferman

and meet me in the lobby.

No chance, McCloud.

- Now what's going on?
- An invasion.

- Chief, I've gotta talk to you.
- Not now.

- I've got to take Hefferman's--
- It's about Hefferman.

McCloud just called in.
They're going to try to hit him.

Oh, come on.

Nobody'd be that brazen.
For all they know,

we've got a couple hundred men
around here.

They know exactly
how many men we have

down to the detail
in the cell block.

Then there has to be a leak.

But the few people left here,
I'd stake my career on...

Wait a minute,
that-- that kid from the 14th.

Clifford: The sub.
- On duty in the lobby.

That's it.
That's how they plan to get in.

Gladys, will you take Mr. Shaw
to the cell block?

And for once, maybe I'm glad

there's a McCloud
watching over this city.

[dramatic music]

He was here a few minutes ago
when I met the city attorney.

Wilder!

Wilder!

Well, he's our man. Pass the
word to place him under arrest,

and consider him
armed and dangerous.

I'll get upstairs and try
to hurry up that deposition.

Meanwhile, you take over
the lobby and get on that phone.

Get every man possible over here

even if you have to strip
the city.

But the city's come
to a screeching halt, chief.

Maybe in an hour
I could get a few guys,

but McCloud said we had
only 10, 15 minutes.

Grover, it doesn't matter.
We have nothing to lose.

I'll get every man possible
down here from the cell block.

Hello, get me dispatch.

Wait, don't put me on hold!

Hold it! [gunshots]

You aright, Grover?

Grover: Yeah, McCloud.

Come on, Rizzo,
let's get them through there.

Bring them on. Let's go!

Hey! Hey, McCloud.

I'm not even here.
I'm on my way home!

Rizzo, will you take them
upstairs and lock them up?

- I can't!
- I'll handle them.

New breed policemen.

The people are right.
The city's finished.

Be careful with that one.
He's with the mob.

They gonna be coming through
here any minute now.

How many men you got?

The chief is sending down
as many as he can spare.

We gotta find some way
to defend this place.

According to him, there are
gonna be two or three carloads

comin' in here
armed to the teeth.

They're expecting to be let in
by our friend on the floor.

That should give us an edge.

Well, we gotta have
more than that.

Well, go ahead, take them
upstairs and come on down.

- Come on.
- Move.

Rizzo, I want you
to stand guard here.

I'm gonna try and scare up
some firepower.

Uh, you got a gun?

McCloud, I'm a civilian.

Alright,
a special deputy marshal.

You got a lousy department.
You didn't give me any gun.

There's no way
I can be of any help

so I'll just be on my way.

McCloud, I can't.

You mean that?

You'd just stand by
and let your fella officers

get gunned down... ten to one?

- Good man, Rizzo.
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, hurry back, will ya?

I got a mother
who worries about me

when I come home
with bullet holes in me!

[dramatic music]

[gun cocks]

Hey, you're supposed to be
on strike.

- Where's McCloud?
- Hey, I'm just passing through.

But now that you guys are here,
I'll be on my way.

Hey, fellas, give me a hand.

- What is that?
- Found them in the basement.

Lightweight machine oil for the
emergency generators, I suspect.

- Let's get them open.
- What for?

Grover, find the switch
that turns the lights out.

McCloud, what are you gonna do
with all that oil?

Well, you mix it
with a little water

and we could give them
a big surprise.

We'll just spill it out
all over the-- the lobby here.

McCloud, you'll ruin the floor.
The chief will kill us.

Well, the chief will be dead
if we don't stop them here.

There's nobody left
between us and the cell blocks.

Let's go.

It always seems to make sense.
Let's go.

McCloud: Come on, Rizzo,
give them a hand!

Ah, I give up. I didn't
wanna be on strike, anyway.

It became obvious

that Scarlotti was gonna try
to rally the membership

against the president elect

on the basis of the graft

the president elect
had been involved in

while treasurer of the union.

[gate opens]

Hey, chief, can I talk you
a minute? It's important.

Keep right on.
You're doing fine.

I got an idea
I wanna talk over with you.

What's happening?

- Make it fast.
- You getting any federal help?

Well, they're supposed
to be here within the hour.

It could still be too late.

Has Hefferman given you
everything you need?

Well, he's promised to give us
everything

up to what we really wanna know

about his boss's murder and what
they've done with the body.

That we get
once he's safely out of here

and certain
that he's gonna be safe.

If the federal marshals
get here in time,

I think maybe
that I got a way out.

If they don't, we won't have
anything to worry about.

We'll be just as dead
as Hefferman.

Let's hear your idea.

[dramatic music]

This is it.

Pull in that construction zone
next door.

This time of night,
gotta be a lot

of water pressure
behind this thing.

You stay with the valve, Joe.

When I say now,
turn it on full blast.

Rizzo, help with the nozzle.

Will you stop saying my name?

I don't want anybody to know
I'm here.

[dramatic music]

[softly] Watch the floor.
They got some kind of wax on it.

[whispers] It's an army.

Police!
Drop your weapons and put--

[gunshots] Now!

[gunshots]

[water splashing]

Get them!

[gunshots]

Joe, come over here.
Give me a hand.

Take it.

I'm gonna see
if I can get some help.

Take them to the detention cell
in the squad room.

- Use the stairway.
- I demand my rights.

- What is this all about?
- Trying to save your lives.

Okay, what about me?

Shut up.
You aren't worth saving.

Chief, they're coming through.
We can't stop them.

You stay here and try
to hold them off Hefferman.

I'll round up everybody I can
in the squad room.

There's nobody left
in the squad room.

Chief, we need you here.
Chief!

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

Man 4: Kill everyone
in the cell block.

Don't leave any witnesses.

Get under the bunk. Quick.

[gunshots]

[grunts]

On your feet, both of you.

Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Don't shoot.
Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

I didn't talk. I didn't talk.

[gunshots]

They're dead. Let's go.

[intense music]

Look out, chief. [gunshots]

Both's had it, chief.

Looks like this one got it too.

Clifford: Looks like
all the gunmen are dead.

Broadhurst, come over here.

- Chief.
- They got McCloud.

- What about him?
- Hefferman's dead.

What about the city attorney?

Still breathing faintly,
but he's still alive.

You better get an ambulance,
Joe.

Hang in there, Mark,
ambulance is on the way.

Here, let me put a blanket
under your head.

It's alright,
it's-- it's alright.

I don't believe this.
Right under our noses.

[dramatic music]

Guess he wasn't dead after all.

Man 5: Cheney left here
like a man on fire.

- You alright, Hank?
- I'm fine.

I hope you're okay, cowboy.

That was one hell of a plan
you came up with.

Yeah, I'm fine.
You know, playin' possum

is just basic
police procedure back home.

I just hope
that there was enough

confusion
that he'd believed this.

I believed it.
It scared the hell out of me.

These gentlemen that agreed
to pretend to shoot up the place

are federal officers.

You're in their hands
from now on.

Oh.

[sighs]

Let me tell you,

that was the worst thing
I ever saw in my life.

Bodies everywhere

flying dead on the floor
like cockroaches.

What are you guys, Boy Scouts?
You've never seen a hit before?

Oh, no, you don't know
unless you were there.

I don't know
what they hit us with.

There must have been 50 of them
with-- with rifles

and shotguns and firehoses.

[sneezes]
Only two of us got out of there.

The rest of them--
the rest of them

are either dead or under arrest.

But they got Hefferman.

I was there
when they checked the body.

He was dead. Dead.

This time I'm positive.

Who got him?

I don't know.
I was under the bunk.

I mean,
lead was flying everywhere.

Then more cops came in
and nailed the guys

who hit Hefferman.

I didn't stop to see who.

Alright, so it was rough,
but we won.

We made it.
We're gonna be alright.

Cheer up, you two.
Let's break out the brandy.

You're heroes.

Even if no one but me
will ever know about it.

[laughs]

- Ah, hmm.
Constantine: Come on. [laughs]

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He said it will cost
about $27,000

to replace the floor and the
damaged marble on the walls.

It doesn't include
all the plate glass.

Well, what do you think,
Mr. Pearson?

Twenty s...

Certainly sounds reasonable...
to me.

Tell them to go ahead.
The federal government

thinks it's reasonable.

Pete, can I talk to you...
in private?

You, too, McCloud.

Uh, before you go,
I'll be heading back

to Washington this evening.

Uh, will you be needing
my testimony in the, uh...

Murchison case?

McCloud?

No, Mr. Pearson,
we won't be needing it.

We're gonna get
all the testimony we need

from Mr. Johnson.

You see, he's gonna swap
his testimony

for Mrs. Johnson.

[chuckles] Well...

Well, well, you... gentlemen
are remarkable.

Allow me to, uh, praise you
in the highest quarters.

Goodbye and thank you, marshal.

- Very much.
- You betcha.

What did you guys do to him?

I've never seen
such a change in attitude.

Well, Mr. Pearson is used to

seeing things
in the highest quarters.

McCloud gave him a chance
to see things

in the lowest quarters.

I'm not quite sure
what you aren't telling me,

but I'm too happy to press.

Hefferman is satisfied
he's going to be safe.

He's spilling the rest of the
story to the feds right now.

You're going to be able
to arrest the whole bunch

soon as we have the indictment.

It should be quite a feather.

Give the feather to McCloud.

Matter of fact, I'd say
we owe him a whole war bonnet.

- Something wrong?
- Well, nothing, nothing.

I just, uh...

Kind of waiting for the roof
to fall in, that's all.

You ruined the floor,
not the roof.

Can I buy you
and the commissioner a drink?

Eleven o'clock in the morning?

Well, you've been to bed yet?

- No.
- You?

- No.
- Well, let's be wicked.

Every now and then, I like
to get it out of my system.

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