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[♪♪♪]

[SIRENS BLARING]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

[SIREN WAILING]

POLICEMAN:
I don't wanna hear...

MAN:
Boston.

RYKER:
Atlanta.

Dallas.
Same thing.

General Brooker in Chicago,
Cleveland, Salt Lake.

Goes on and on.

CROWD:
Two, four, six, eight,

Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

[YELLING]

Detroit, a week ago.

Two shots were fired
at the general.

He wasn't touched.

But three policemen and
nine civilians were injured

in the riot
that followed.

[CHATTERING, YELLING]

[CLICKS OFF]

In the next
48 hours,

you people are gonna learn
all there is to know

about crowd control
and escort duty.

You're gonna learn it
the hard way out in the field.

You are hand-picked men
fished out of the barrel

of green and inexperienced
police officers.

In other words,
you are rookies.

You're the best
of the worst.

But frankly nobody
has very much experience

in this kind
of thing.

But Metro has more than they can
handle without General Brooker.

And, uh, you are expected
to take up the slack.

And you will do that job,
and you'll do it well.

Sergeant Older will pass out
mug shots and make sheets.

Take them home.

Memorize them.

Dream about them.

What about psychological
profiles on political assassins?

If you'd look inside
your folder, Officer Danko,

you'd find your
question answered.

Study them
carefully.

Be on the lookout
for comparative behavior.

And for God's sakes, if there
is a killer out there,

find him before
he finds the general.

We got less than 24 hours
to clean up our streets

before the general
and his daughter arrive.

And I want the lids
screwed down on this town

as tightly and
as legally as possible.

What does that mean, uh,
Officer Webster?

Just that...

I'm not one of Brooker's
fans, lieutenant.

Our job is not
to praise him,

but to make damn sure
nobody else tries to bury him.

WOMAN:
What about all the

burglaries and holdups?

Why don't you do
something about them?

You know what insurance
rates are up to?

We're talking about
your son, Mrs. Alpert.

You were.

I'm finished
with him forever.

You know
what he did?

Couple months
ago--

he wasn't out of
Leavenworth for two days

--he came back here and stole

$400 from his father.

Stole it from
his own father.

You go figure it.

If a boy like Bobby would try
and kill his own colonel

in Vietnam--

What's his name, uh--?

He's a
general now.

Brooker.

Simon Brooker.

That's what
we're here about.

Yeah,
that's him.

Do you know
where Bobby is now?

Oh, he gave my husband
some cock-and-bull story

about a friend of his
who offered him a job,

and he needed the money
to get there.

Four hundred dollars
to get to Detroit.

Can you believe it?

Uh, that's the last known
whereabouts of him, Detroit?

Yeah.
Motor City, U.S.A.

Uh, thank you,
Mrs. Alpert.

Thank you
very much.

Let's go,
Danko.

Hey,
wait a minute.

When are we gonna get
some action on these holdups

in this neighborhood?

Uh. We'll get on it
right away, ma'am.

There's just a few things
we gotta do first.

Thank you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

The man's name
is Robert Alpert.

Alpert.

Convicted of the attempted
murder of Simon Brooker

in Vietnam
in 1967.

Release from Leavenworth
approximately two months ago.

I want an APB
out on him.

Contact the army...

and request a complete
dossier on Alpert.

I want make sheets and mug shots
passed out to every man

in the tactical force
by tonight.

That's it.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
Uh, ten-four.

[ SIGHS]

You think Alpert's the guy
who fired at Brooker?

Right now I think everybody's
the guy who fired at Brooker.

He's due in.
Let's go to the hotel.

Okay. You got it.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

CROWD [CHANTING]:
Two, four, six, eight,

Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

[CROWD YELLING]

MAN:
Murderer.

CROWD [OUTSIDE]:
Two, four, six, eight,

Brooker's war is full of hate.

Webster,
the door please.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

Two, four, six, eight,
Brooker's war is full of hate.

[ICE CUBES
DROPPED IN GLASS]

Sorry we couldn't
offer you a nicer view.

General, security while
you're in the building,

will be
a bit tight.

About the best we could hope
for in a public hotel.

There'll be two men
on this floor.

One outside
your door.

And one at
the elevators.

Few more
police officers

will be stationed downstairs
in the main lobby.

Outside,
it gets a bit harder.

I think you're making far
too much of it, lieutenant.

Some lunatic wants to kill me
badly enough, he'll do it.

RYKER:
He'll try maybe.

But he won't do it.
Not while I'm in charge.

This is your battleground,
lieutenant.

Go on with what
you were saying.

RYKER:
General,

I'd appreciate it

if you wish to change
your schedule at any time,

for a side trip
or a shopping tour,

if you kept us informed
at all times.

[PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me.

Yes?

Oh, uh, hang on
a minute, operator.

Laurie,
it's for you.

Long-distance.

Jerry Turner.

Oh... Uh,
tell him I went out.

Will you please,
dad?

Operator, will you please
tell the party

that Miss Brooker
is not in right now?

Thank you.

CROWD:
Two, four, six, eight--

MAN:
As you know, general,

there are a good many people

in this state who disagree
with your recent actions.

BROOKER:
I wasn't commissioned

to please

the people of this state,
Mr. Newton.

I was commissioned
to command my men

to the best
of my ability.

And that's precisely
what I did.

I have no inclination
to apologize for that fact.

[TURNS OFF RADIO]

Hey.

I thought we were
supposed to

hear what the Man
had to say?

Well, I've listened
to him before,

and I think I know him
well enough.

Do you really?

How many of his own men
did he lose

during World War II
and in Korea?

DANKO:
I don't know,

man--

I know what it is
you're trying to say.

It's--

You lose people
in war, man.

It's a fact
of life.

Well, as inhuman
as it may sound,

isn't the point still to
lose less than the other side?

DANKO:
Sure.

But this man is one of
the most decorated officers

of any branch
of the service.

The man's
a glory merchant.

Hey, why are you so down
on Brooker, Terry?

A lot of them are
a lot worse than he is.

Maybe.

But I'm the one detailed to
run interference for him,

and I don't like him,
that's all.

Are you going
away mad?

No, just going away.

Willie?

No, I think I'll, uh...

stick around here
for a while.

Well, that's the best news
I've heard all day.

Come on,
Mike.

Willie can stick around
for as long as he wants to.

Would you like to, um...

think about
that last remark?

Good night,
Willie.

Good night,
Willie.

Okay,
I hear you.

You know, the day
hasn't been a total loss.

Got to look at
a bunch of pictures.

And I also found out
that, uh,

our friend
General Brooker

has got one fine-looking
daughter.

[CROWD CHANTING OUTSIDE]

[♪♪♪]

Why did you close
the curtains?

It's a nice,
clear night.

Daddy, don't.

Why not?

Because they're still
out there.

Hm.

Pretty persistent,
aren't they?

You know that-- That
reminds me of that old joke.

About the hillbilly that was
on his first plane ride.

Plane landed in Chicago,
and the truck came out

to gas up the plane,
and they took off

and flew to
Kansas City.

And the truck came out
to gas up the plane,

and they flew
onto Denver.

And the truck came out
to gas up the plane.

And the city guy
sitting next to the hillbilly

looked at his watch
and said,

"Hey, we're making
pretty good time."

The hillbilly said,
"Well, that--

--little red truck isn't
doing too bad either."

Tsk.

Told you that joke
before obviously.

Yes.

And every time I tell you
how tired I am

of pickets
and demonstrations.

Well,
at least I'm consistent.

Beginning to wear you down
a little bit, isn't it?

Yes.

I'm tired of--
Of pickets.

And...I'm tired of the things
that people say about you.

And I'm tired of
living out of suitcases.

A lot of people agree
with what I say, sweetheart.

Yeah,
I know.

But I'm just tired
of it, Daddy.

I'm just tired
of it all.

Let it all out,
baby.

[SOBBING]
That's right.

That's
daddy's girl.

[CROWD YELLING]

Harris, they're
spilling in from behind.

Keep those lines
intact please.

MAN:
Hey, pig. Yeah, you.

[CROWD YELLING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[♪♪♪]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[♪♪♪]

Oh, they found it behind
a rubbish bin in the back alley.

Whoever it was,
he probably dumped it

and joined in
with the mob.

Might be some
fingerprints on it.

I doubt that.

Anybody who'd take the trouble
to file off the serial number,

would probably think
about fingerprints.

That's it. We got
nothing on him then.

Maybe,
maybe not.

Maybe the boys in the lab
will come up with something

with infrared
on the number.

He must have been
one hell of a shot

to hit the general from
this distance without a scope.

What makes you think
he didn't have a scope?

No mount for it
on the piece.

I know that rifle.
That's the Army M14.

Standard issue when
I was in the service.

What I don't understand is,
if he was such a good shot,

why didn't he finish off
the general

with those
last two rounds?

Probably thought
the first one did the job.

He fired two more
for effect.

It gave him what
he wanted: a panic.

And he took advantage of
a built-in diversion.

Come on,
let's go.

I want to get this
to the lab.

Danko.

Did you study those
make sheets last night?

Yeah.

You're not putting it
together.

Robert Alpert was
classified by the Army

as an expert rifleman
when he went through basic.

Now what kind of a weapon
was the army using in 1965?

The M14.

[♪♪♪]

How's he doing?

That's one tough
general.

So I've been told.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Attention.

Visiting hours will be over
in 15 minutes, please.

[DOOR OPENS]

Uh, Miss Brooker?

It looks good.

Look, it's too soon
to be positive,

but, um, his vital signs
are all strong.

The doctors
are optimistic.

Oh.
Thank you.

Hey, listen.
He's still in anesthesia.

He wouldn't even know
you're there.

Oh.

What time is it,
please?

It's a little bit
before 6.

Listen,
I can offer you a bed.

The room next door
to your father's is empty.

You could try to
get some rest.

Uh, no.
No, thank you.

Not now.
Later maybe.

I just feel
like walking.

Thank you.

Certainly.

[DINGS TWICE]

Miss Brooker?

I understand your father's
doing very well.

Thank you for
your concern, officer.

Uh...
lobby, please.

You're going to
the lobby too?

Sure.

Why "sure?"

Well, I'm assigned
to you, Miss Brooker.

To provide security.

Uh, suppose I don't
want you assigned to me?

Well,
if, uh...

[SIGHS]

If you mean it's me
personally you don't want...

then I'm sure
it'll be no problem

getting someone else
assigned to escort you.

But if you don't want
anyone to escort you at all...

then there will be
a problem.

Well, then
there's a problem.

Look, I've had my fill
of uniforms and...

And schedules
and regimentation.

So, um...

you tell your superiors
that I'll have no escort.

Is that clear,
Officer...

Gillis.

Gillis.

Is that
quite clear?

Yes, it is...

Miss Brooker.

Good.

But, I,
uh...

I'm gonna have a hard time
getting that message

to my superiors unless

we get this elevator
moving again.

[♪♪♪]

Thank you.

[DINGS]

You're not going to give up,
are you, Officer Gillis?

No, Miss Brooker,
I'm not.

I mean, I'm starting to feel
like some sort of a child

with my...

nurse walking
five paces behind me.

Well, if you're gonna
act like a child,

I guess you ought to
feel like one too.

Sarcasm won't help
matters, Officer Gillis.

Well, Miss Brooker,
being polite hasn't seemed

to help matters
either, has it?

I wasn't aware that you had
been polite, Officer Gillis.

I know you weren't aware
of it, Miss Brooker.

Would you take off
your uniform, please?

[♪♪♪]

I mean, as long as
you're going to be my escort,

do you have to be
in uniform?

That's a fair request.

I'll see what
can be arranged.

[♪♪♪]

How long do
the doctors tell you

you're gonna be confined
to the hospital, general?

And also will you continue
around the country

to defend
your position?

Is it your opinion,
general,

that the Joint Chiefs
of Staff made some--

Whoa. You're coming at me
like an artillery barrage.

[LAUGHS]
You boys keep that up,

you'll have me reaching

for my steel marbles
and telling you

who really ate
the strawberries.

As for my prognosis, you'll
have to check with the doctor.

And yes, I will continue
my speeches and lectures

across the country.

And no, I am not about
to give you my opinions

on the
Joint Chiefs of Staff.

General, do you feel
that your forced retirement

from the Army
was a just action

taken by
the Pentagon?

Yes.

I disobeyed a direct order
from my superior officer,

the Commander in Chief.

If a soldier had done that
on the battlefield,

I'd have had him court-martialed
and thrown the code at him.

REPORTER:
What of the government's

overall policy

on the battlefield?

My background is military,
not theology or philosophy.

But if my country sends me
to fight a war,

I'll go and
I'll fight to win.

That's what a professional
soldier's paid for.

Then if you had it
to do all over again,

you'd still send your troops
across the border

to pursue
the enemy?

You bet I'd do it
all over again.

I'd follow them across the
border or anywhere else, if it

were to keep him from coming
at one American boy again.

No matter
what the cost?

As far as
I'm concerned,

war is the currency
with which we buy freedom.

Now get this
through your heads.

There are soldiers
still dying out there.

Soldiers
in my command.

WEBSTER:
How many of them

are black?

[♪♪♪]

Uh, Webster?

What was that,
soldier?

Would you, uh, repeat
the question, please?

Pass.

No.
Too late.

You dealt
the hand.

Let's play it out.

According to figures
I've heard, black soldiers--

no, let me say
nonwhite soldiers

--far outnumber whites
in casualties

taken in most every combat
led by you and your colleagues.

I'd like to know why.

Well, what exactly
is that, officer?

A-- A question
or an accusation?

Why don't you
answer it?

Fair enough.

All right.

I haven't taken
statistics on it,

but allowing you know what
you're talking about...

I'd say it has something
to do with the fact

that, uh, they might well be

the best damn soldiers
out there.

Willing to do a job
that others aren't.

You don't hear of cowards
drawing enemy fire.

Uh, general, uh, many people
uh, liken your situation

to that of
General MacArthur.

Now there was talk of his going
into politics back then.

Do you have any ideas
along those lines?

BROOKER:
Well, General MacArthur...

Take it easy,
brother.

I don't put myself

in that
category.

I'll bet you
a six-pack

Ryker takes me off this
babysitting job by morning.

Don't
count on it.

--the Joint Chiefs of Staff were
responding to pressure by a--

General, do you mind
if we get a picture?

Possibly you and
the officer together.

Kind of friendly
enemies type.

It won't take
but a second, sir.

Jimmy, get your camera
ready, will you?

Right in here.

It'll only take
a second, officer.

Jim, get that,
will, you, please?

All right, young man.
Let's make it a good one.

Is he a good friend
of yours?

Mm-hm.

A very
good friend.

Well,
don't worry.

My father got
the best of him.

Nothing
will happen.

Well, I think
you're reading

that all wrong,
Miss Brooker.

From where I saw it,
it, uh...

looked like your father
fell short.

He walked all around
that question.

He didn't
answer it.

You think that what he accused
my father of is true?

I--
I really don't know.

You tell me.

Well,
it isn't.

Not in thought
or in fact.

It's just that...
So many people

don't like my father,
that's all.

MAN:
Laurie!

Hey, Laurie!

Wait a minute.

Glad
I caught you.

I was just on my way up
to see the general.

When I read all about
what happened,

I...grabbed the
first plane out.

Well, he'll be glad
to see you, Jerry.

Yeah, me too.

Last time
I saw the general

was...when you both came
to see me at the hospital.

You remember?

How about that?
I...

finally learned how to
walk with that pin

they put in my knee to
hold the old leg together.

You know, I never thought
they'd finish the job.

Did you
see me running?

I didn't look
all that bad, did I?

No.

Yeah, well...

I guess when
you can't run all that good

on your feet,
you--

You start running off
at the mouth.

I just want to spend some time
with you, Laurie.

Maybe we could
go out.

No.

I don't think so.

Look, Jerry,
when I was at the hospital,

we decided...

to be just friends,
that's all.

Sure. I remember.

That's all
I want.

Just to spend some time
together with a friend.

Is it
because of him?

You wouldn't mind,
would you, good buddy?

I would,
Jerry.

Look...I don't want to
go out with you.

I'm talking to you,
good buddy.

[♪♪♪]

Tell the lady
if you'd mind.

Hey, now, uh...

I wouldn't mind if
she wanted to...

but she doesn't.

So I mind.

Well, then...

it looks like I'll have to
change it so you don't.

Jerry, stop it.

Hey, uh...

listen, man.

I'm a police officer
on duty.

I've been assigned
to escort Miss Brooker

while she and her father
are here in town.

Oh.

You--

You're here
to protect her.

Is that right?

Yeah,
that's right.

Well then,
let's just see

how good you are
at your job, huh?

[GRUNTING]

Jerry, no.

[SIREN WAILING]

Officer...
please help.

What's
going on?

The guy here was, uh,
playing Mr. Tough.

You okay?

You want me
to book him for you?

Oh, no,
please.

His name is
Jerry Turner and--

And he's a friend
of the family.

Please.

[SIGHS]

Let him go.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay.
Move it, buddy.

You heard
the man.

Thank you.

What are you doing
out here?

Oh, well, it seems we
picked up a lucky accident.

Robert Alpert smashed up
his car on the freeway.

Alpert?

Wait a minute.

That's the guy that tried to
kill my father in Vietnam.

Yeah, the same.

He had two high-powered
rifles in the car

and a schedule of your father's
speaking engagements

for the next
three weeks.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Yeah, I tried to kill him.

I think he deserves
killing.

RYKER:
Mr. Alpert,

you've waived the right

to have an attorney
present.

But the admissions
that you are making--

It's no big deal.
It's a matter of record.

I was convicted of trying
to kill Brooker.

Now you're talking about
Vietnam in '67.

We're talking about
Detroit two weeks ago

and this town
two days ago.

[SCOFFS]

Somebody tried to get
Brooker two days ago?

That's right.

Well, it wasn't
me, man.

Straight out,
it wasn't me.

I've been on
a hunting trip.

I was nowhere near radio,
phone, anything.

Never ceases
to amaze me...

how many killers
and thieves

are brought in carrying
deadly weapons...

and they're always

just going to or just
coming from a hunting trip.

ALPERT:
Well, you check

it out, man.

I was at the
Vineyard Hunting Lodge.

Just outside
State Line Drive.

Okay.

Then how'd you happen to
have a schedule of

Brooker's speaking engagements
for the next three weeks?

Well, it's something
I gotta have.

My shrink
said I do.

What's this?
Who says you gotta have it?

When I was in prison for
trying to kill Brooker in '67.

And I was guilty.

I told my shrink
that I didn't feel bad

about trying
to kill him.

That I thought
he deserved it.

So he told me that
I should never get myself

in a position where I'd
be close to Brooker.

Not even
for a second.

'Cause chances are
I'd try to kill him again.

So I keep tabs
on the guy.

I'd still like
to kill him...

but I don't want to
go to the slammer for it.

What were you doing
in town?

I wasn't in town.

I was passing
through town.

I was heading east
on my way out of here...

when I got
in this accident.

Leaving town?

Or trying
to get away?

[♪♪♪]

[CHATTER]

Yeah, but I do
owe you an explanation.

Mm-mm. No,
you don't.

What happened today
is past history.

There's a lot more world
out there to talk about.

And Jerry's part
of that world.

[BELL RINGS]

Look, if
I'm boring you--

No, no, no.
You're not.

It's just that...

Well, I'd like to see you
smile, that's all.

I'm sorry.

I'm interested.
I-I really am.

So...now you and Jerry
knew each other

before he went into
the Army, right?

Right.
Okay.

I pulled some strings
with my father, and--

And Jerry was transferred
to his command.

My father
made him his driver,

which probably was
the luckiest thing he ever did.

Jerry saved his life
in a mortar attack.

Wow.

Is that how he got the leg
injury you were talking about?

Yeah.

So I do owe him
for that, but...

it's not the kind of a debt
you can pay back, you know?

At least not the way
that Jerry has in mind.

[SIGHS]
Yeah.

So, uh...

what are you gonna do
when he comes back again?

Make sure I'm with you,
I guess.

Oh.

I hated those
military hospitals.

All those crippled
and mangled bodies...

that I couldn't help connecting
to my father and--

And what he did with
his life, you know?

Mm-hm.

Some little girls
used to wonder

what their fathers did
for a living.

I used to wonder what
my father did for the living.

Hey.

Willie?

Mm-hm?

Let's
save a life.

Okay.

Okay?
Yeah.

[GIGGLES]

[WHIMPERING]

That guy at the pound
must have thought we were crazy.

Well, we don't care what
he thinks, do we, hm?

[CHUCKLES]

What are you gonna
name him?

I don't know.

I'm not gonna name him
anything cutesy or dumb

the way people always do
to their puppies.

Gonna find a name
with dignity.

Dignity, huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll do my best to, uh,
think of dignified names.

[♪♪♪]

Well...

Oh.

It was
a good day.

Thank you.

It was.
Thank you.

And I didn't call you
Officer Gillis once.

Hey, that's right.

It felt good.

Is that you,
Gillis?

Hey.
Hi, Ron.

Okay, I'll, uh--
I'll take over.

Okay.

Laurie, this is Officer
Ron Masters.

He's my
replacement.

Hi.
Hi.

Uh, listen. Uh...

can you hang on a second?
I want to find a chair.

It's gonna be
one long night.

He isn't much
of a replacement.

Good night,
Willie.

Good night.

[WHINING]

[LAUGHS]

You won't make it,
Webster.

You won't last out
the year.

Okay,
lieutenant.

I made a mistake,
I admit it.

It wasn't a time
to sound off.

But I just
couldn't stand there,

listen to him come on
like he was Patrick Henry.

I'm not talking about
what you thought.

Only what you did.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Hold it.

Ryker.

Did you
double-check that?

All right,
all right.

Send what you got
to the Detroit police.

He might be the one
they're looking for.

Robert Alpert's
alibi held.

I sure thought
he was the one.

All right. Go on.
Get out of here.

Shall I tell Sgt. Older
you want to pull me off

of General Brooker's
security detail?

You tell Older
nothing.

You're still pulling
your same duty.

Nothing has been changed, except
the way you handle yourself

from here on in.

Yes, sir.

[PHONE RINGS]

What is today,
Officer Gillis?

Thursday, sir.

It's your day off.

Yes, it is,
sir.

But, uh...

well, I didn't have
too much to do,

and...I knew how
short-handed you were.

So I thought I could
switch days off.

Find Sgt. Older and tell him
you're to go on duty.

And stay close to that
Brooker girl, will you?

Yes, sir.
I'll, uh, do my best.

[♪♪♪]

I'm going to the lab

to see if they got anything
on that rifle number.

[SIGHS]

By the way,
I owe you that six-pack.

I didn't make
any plans for today.

I'm leaving it
up to you, okay?

How would you like to
visit a boat?

A boat?

A ship, I mean.
All to ourselves.

Okay, great.
Sure. Hm.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Hey,
let's hurry.

In a couple of hours this place
will really be packed.

That's the biggest boat
I've ever seen.

Well, actually, um,
it's not a boat.

It's a ship.

Well, what's
the difference?

Well, a ship is a vessel that's
large enough to carry a boat.

Like those lifeboats
out there.

See?

Oh. Astonishing.

Absolutely
astonishing.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Where will I ever be
without you, hm?

Probably addressing

the Daughters of
American Patriotism.

Yeah.

Hey, did you ever, uh,
name your puppy?

Mm-hm.

Peabody.

Peabody.

Uh-huh.

Well that's got
a lot of dignity.

Hello.

My name's Gillis.

Mike Danko said that he was
gonna call you

about my friend and I
taking a look around.

Oh, yeah.

Go ahead.

And have
a good time.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

[MACHINE CLACKING]

Is that it?

Yeah.

Well, according to the serial
number we got off that M14,

the rifle belongs to
a Private Thomas Orange.

You got
anything on him?

Says he was killed
in Vietnam,

and the weapon is listed
as destroyed.

Destroyed?
Oh, beautiful.

First, I lose
my prime suspect.

Then the Army tells me
that the rifle used

in an assassination
attempt doesn't exist.

Go ahead.
Say it, Officer Danko.

Even if it
seems crazy.

And it
probably is.

Okay.

Well, um...

the last digit
of the serial number.

It read up very weak,
even with the infrared.

Well, now, suppose
the last digit wasn't a one.

Suppose
it was a seven

with the arm filed too deep
to be picked up.

Or...the vertical stem
of a four?

Danko, whoever tried to kill
that man is still on the prowl.

So stop supposing
and find out.

[♪♪♪]

GILLIS:
You know,

I've always wanted to do this.

LAURIE:
Explore, you mean?

Yeah.
Oh.

I've done some
scuba diving

and, uh, I've always wanted
to study oceanography.

But I guess you can't do
everything you want.

You know what I've wanted
to do for a long time?

What?

This.

[♪♪♪]

RYKER:
Yep.

Yes.

You got it.

Lieutenant, I went back
and ran through

those interviews we did
before Brooker got into town.

Now, there are
three guys here--

[WHIRRING]

Last number's
a seven.

M14 rifle issued to
Private Jerold Turner.

Veteran, Vietnam.

Assigned as
Brooker's driver

during the last year
of his tour.

That's
Jerry Turner.

That mean something?

Oh, G--
I had him.

All I had to do was reach out
and put my hands on him.

He was with that Brooker girl
at the hospital yesterday.

Well, she and Gillis
went to some luncheon.

No,
they didn't.

They're on
the Queen Mary.

He called me
about it.

A friend of mine--

Write it up
after you get her

back in the hotel room
under lock and key.

[♪♪♪]

What's wrong?

Well, it's just that there's
something not very romantic

about putting
your arms around a guy

and you find you're hugging
a shoulder holster.

Well,
my dear.

I'm still on duty.
That's it.

Well, I'm captain
of this ship now.

And I say
you're off duty.

Hm.
[GIGGLES]

Thank you
very much, Laurie.

Just bring it
to me, please.

Thank you.

Why, Jerry?

You're dead,
only you don't know about it.

You were dead out there
in front of that hotel.

When your father
stepped in front of you,

and the gun
went off,

he got the bullet you were
supposed to get.

LAURIE:
But why?

You know why.

Don't come on like you don't
know what I'm talking about.

I used to carry
your pictures

with me all over
in the Army.

All my buddies
would see

and tell me what a
great-looking girl I had.

We had something going,
Laurie. Me and you.

No.

[SOBS]
It was never that way

between us, Jerry.

It was.

LAURIE:
No.

Uh-- We were just friends.
That's all we were.

Laurie...

[SOBBING]
I wanted you

to love me

like all my buddies
thought that you loved me.

You wrote me
all those letters.

Why did you write me those
letters if you didn't love me?

Because...when you'd
come to visit...

all the guys would tell me
what a lucky--

Laurie, run.
Get out of here.

[GRUNTING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[BRAKES SCREECH]

[GUNSHOT]

[♪♪♪]

Up here!
Hurry!

[GRUNTING]

Where's Willie?

[GUNSHOT]

You stay here.
Stick with her, Dave.

[GUNSHOT]

[CLICKING]

[SHIP'S HORN WAILS]

[♪♪♪]

[PANTING]

Well, you do look like you're
ready to take on the world.

No,
not quite.

That'll have to wait
till next week.

I think I'll just handle
the Western Hemisphere

for the time being.

What's all
that for?

It's our escort
to the airport.

In westerns, they call it being
ridden out of town on a rail.

All set,
general?

No,
lieutenant.

I think there are some
thank you's to be said

before we get
underway.

And that's not a phrase
that comes easily

to a man like me.

But...

from the bottom
of my heart...

thank you.

Thank you all.

It's a pleasure,
sir.

Thank you.

Sir.
Thank you.

I don't think you and I
agree on much, young man.

But...I am in
your debt.

We agree on that.

Fellas.

Thank you,
Officer Gillis.

I appreciate the trouble
you've gone to.

It was no trouble,
Miss Brooker.

No trouble at all.

[♪♪♪]

Um, I'll catch up
with you later.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on.

I'll buy you
a cup of coffee.

Okay.

[♪♪♪]