All language subtitles for Police Woman S01E14 Target Black

Anything I have to say
I say tomorrow night

at the university,
loud and clear.

Cora Sanders.

Comrades! I am happy
to be here with my...

[gunshot]

Bill: Police! Hold it!

That's what they
want. For me to quit.

[Indistinct chatter]

The threats haven't stopped.

I thrive on threats.

[Screams]

I don't like you either, Cora.

You don't have to. I'm not
your cleaning lady, sergeant.

[Screams]

Bill: Get out of here!

You bang on the door, round
us up at five in the morning.

Like farm animals.

And we want to know why?

We don't like it any
better than you do.

Okay, Michaels. What
we want to know is...

Did you or any of your buddies

send us a little
love letter last night?

If it's of any interest to
you, and I'll bet it isn't,

I graduated cum laude in
philosophy I flunked typing.

"Keep Cora Sanders out
of this city, this country,

or else she gets wasted

and maybe some of
you pigs go with her."

I didn't send that
and I didn't type that.

You see, I wouldn't waste
the time on Cora Sanders.

You still don't dig her since
she split from you, Michaels?

We should never have
let her in the organization

in the first place.

You felt she might detract
from your masculinity?

We felt, sergeant Anderson,

that she detracted
from our blackness.

You see, she's a
communist, a marxist,

preaches how all
brothers of all colors

should groove it together.

And we're black. Alright?

This washroom and
this world for blacks only.

Yeah, well, black Cora Sanders
arrives here this morning.

Now she's gonna be here
about two and a half days.

So, gentlemen, I suggest that

you behave yourselves at
all times, for the next 60 hours.

You, you, and you.

In fact, your whole
little organization,

is gonna have a little
company on your tails,

makin' sure that those tails
keep the hell out of our way.

And out of Cora Sanders' way.
Does everybody get my message?

What else is new?

-Smile, pep.
-Why?

You might get your
picture in the paper.

Look, I was up all night
going over her jacket

and checking out those threats.

And I had an honest to
goodness weekend coming to me.

And I'm not exactly
crazy about her politics.

What difference does it make
if we like her politics or not?

We've got a job to
do. She's a citizen,

we ve got to protect her.

-How's it going?
-Perfectly.

That's the welcoming
committee. Neil armitage.

Pete: He teaches at
Landon. Joe: Sociology.

Great white father figure.

She was his prize pupil,
and from what I understand,

she was supposed
to stay with him

and his wife over the weekend.

Photographer: Hey,
here she comes now.

Cora!

- Oh, you look marvelous.
- It's just a front.

-I'm pooped.
-Here.

Face the camera,
please, miss Sanders.

- Oh, they're gorgeous.
- Frances picked them.

Sends her love.

Female reporter: Miss
Sanders, I'm from the herald.

I may just get sick.

Photographer: Big smile
over here, miss Sanders.

Look, 15 hours ago
I was in Moscow.

I've had a very
long trip. I'm tired.

Anything I have to
say, I say tomorrow

night at the university,
loud and clear.

And wide awake, I hope.

Sand then you go to Japan?

My more liberated
Japanese brothers

have offered me a teaching job,
which I will accept. Thank you.

Male reporter: Just one
more question, miss Sanders.

Ooh, is she a charmer.

So you finally learned to
drive and come to pick me up

-in your chariot, huh?
-Oh, no.

I still won't touch one of
those infernal machines.

Look, uh, these people over
here have something to say to you.

-They're police.
-No. No police.

-I don't need police.
-Now wait a minute.

The university won't let
you talk tomorrow night

unless you have
police protection.

And I don't want to see anything
happen to you either. Come on.

Miss Sanders, I'm
sergeant crowley

with the police department.
This is sergeant Anderson,

investigator styles,
investigator royster.

I'll meet you outside.

-There's been a threat.
-Threats.

Threats don't bother
me. They never have.

Yeah, well, they bother
us. They bother us a lot.

I guess you could say
I'm back home. So?

We've been assigned
to stay with you.

-To protect me.
-That's right.

Or set me up.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's been known to happen
to some of my brothers...

Cops setting us
up for the execution.

-Right, brother?
-Wrong.

Ha! Brother. All right.

I just want you all to
know something. I'm me.

Used to taking care of
myself, doing what I want to do.

Which of you bureaucrats gets
to stay with the red menace?

This one, naturally.

And of course you're thrilled.

My bosses hand me
a job, I'm stuck with it.

Miss Sanders, you
and sergeant Anderson

are gonna stay at
the Gregory house.

That's a new hotel here in town.

You can come and go as you like,

just so long as you're
with sergeant Anderson

or the proper police protection.

And we'd appreciate
it if you wouldn't

pass around the name
of the hotel too freely.

That's the Gregory house.

I want you and Frances
to phone me, hear?

And, Neil, call boomer
and tell him to get in touch.

Please.

Looks like you got your
work cut out for you.

I love you. Even though
we remain, as ever,

out of sync politically.

Well, that's what life
is all about, isn't it?

Said liebknecht.
Or was it cabet?

One of those
misguided socialists.

Thanks for arranging
for tomorrow night.

Now listen, Cora, I can't
guarantee a huge crowd.

Oh, how soon they forget.

Only a year and
a half, and already

I'm a yesterday's terror.

There wasn't much time to
arrange things, you know?

Neil, if I can talk
to only one kid...

Black, yellow, brown or
white... I mean, if I can just get

through to one
brother or sister,

it'll be worth it to me.

Hey, folks, my last
fare. I wanna get going.

All right. Now, listen,
2:00 tomorrow. Don't forget.

My office. I want you to meet
some of my new geniuses.

See you, Neil.

Miss Sanders, you will ride
with sergeant Anderson here.

We'll accompany
you to the hotel.

-Like a convoy.
-Yeah, something like that.

[Sighs]

-You like sunflower seeds?
-Yes.

-Help yourself.
-I buy my own.

I don't like you either, Cora.

You don't have to. I'm not
your cleaning lady, sergeant.

Understood, miss Sanders.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Hey, bill, there's a
friendly out in the hall.

Has something
about Cora Sanders.

-Hey, hey! Joe:
All right, already.

Anson croy. Does that name
mean anything to you guys?

Oh, yes, the Nazi
jerk. That's tautologic.

-That's what?
-Redundant.

What about anson croy?

I'd keep an eye on
him if I were you.

He's been making a lot of
noises about that Cora Sanders.

Yeah, we don't that. We
also know he's out of town.

-No, he was. He's back.
-Oh? Back when?

Last night. I saw him.
He was drinkin' beer.

Drinkin' lots of beer and
makin' lots of noises about her.

- Where was this?
- At that, uh... what is that?

Rotskeller? Ratskeller?
Whatever it is on sixth Avenue.

You know the
place... on the corner?

-Yeah. Get on him.
-Right.

Okay, Eddie.

-Thanks a lot.
-Yeah. Hey, anytime.

Anything to keep them
weirdos off the street, man.

Yeah, stay in touch.

Yeah, get me the
Gregory house, will ya?

You got it, bill. Bye.

Sure you don't
want any of these?

No, thanks.

There's a problem.

What sort of problem?

The threats haven't
stopped. That was my boss.

The department hopes you'll
call off your lecture tomorrow night.

No, way. Mm-mmm.

I thrive on threats.

Means people know
I'm here, sergeant.

People can get
hurt. Innocent people.

Innocent people, oppressed
people in this country,

in this world, are
used to being hurt,

stomped on, exploited,
oppressed, hurt.

[Phone ringing]

Or hadn't you heard, sergeant?

Oh, I've read about it.

Yeah?

Hold on.

It's for you.

I thought I asked you not to
make a public announcement

of where we were.

So you did, sergeant.

Hello?

Hello, Cora?

It's boomer. How ya doin'?

Fine, boomer. Where are you?

Well, I don't know about that.

I mean, I don't
know if it's possible.

Oh. Okay.

Fine, boomer. Yes.

Cora: You know
something? I'm hungry.

Okay. I could
eat too. I'll order.

There must be some menus
around here someplace.

Hey, I'm not a prisoner.

They got a nice
dining room here.

We could just traipse
out past that cop in the hall

and take one elevator down
to that fancy dining room.

Okay. Show 'em
your badge, sergeant.

They might not try to stick
us at a table near the kitchen.

They won't.

Let's go.

I'd like to freshen up first.

-Hi. -Hi.

You know, I didn't
think you'd call.

You knew I'd call. You
also knew I'd be here.

But a married man.

- My goodness, boomer.
- No jokes about that, Cora.

We're having problems.

Oh, poor, mixed-up marnie.

Oh, she... she was the wrong
woman for you, you know?

I could have told you that.

It's not good between us,
but I'm gonna keep trying.

No frown.

That's not why I traveled
a million miles... for frowns.

That's not why I
just ditched a fuzz.

That's not why I
wanted to see you.

Why did you want to see me?

To talk about old...

Old and good times.

Beautiful times
they were, boomer.

-How was Russia?
-Very big.

I want a little Noel coward.

And very efficient
and very friendly and...

[Speaking foreign language]

-You learned the language?
-Mm-hmm.

[Speaking foreign language]

She asked me to take
her up to the top floor.

Let's go.

How's the team doing?

Or should I ask, considering
that their coach is...

One big, together boomer Reed.

[Gunshot]

Murder!

And you never saw
anybody on that other roof?

-No.
-You mean there was no warning?

-No warning at all?
-No.

Why did you leave the hotel room

without notifying me or the
patrolman in the corridor?

I wanted to see him alone.

You could have asked me.

I didn't. I was wrong.

I just wanted to
be alone with him.

Miss Sanders, would
you tell me, please,

what the exact relationship
with Ralph Reed was?

[Sighs]

Um, we were very close friends.

I was in love with him once,

and we went to the
same college together,

and he was one of the few
black people in any of my classes.

So in that sense, it was
kind of a natural attraction,

and it grew, and...
we... planned

to marry at one point.

But you didn't?

His-his beliefs... they...

They didn't coincide with mine.

No, instead he married
a marnette Gibson.

Yeah.

What has any of this got
to... got to do with his death?

He was murdered this afternoon.

Anything you can tell us might
have something to do with it.

Well, whoever it
was was after me.

I think that's pretty obvious.

Nothing is obvious to us

until we know exactly
what happened and why.

I think I'd like to
get back to the hotel.

Bill: The hotel
is out, I'm afraid.

You'll have to stay
with sergeant Anderson,

at her apartment.

You'll both be under guard.

Well, I would rather not
stay at her apartment.

It's very nice. You'll like it.

-Isn't there someplace else?
-Like where?

Well, Neil... professor armitage
and his wife. I could go there.

I'm sure you could.

And I'm sure they'd be
pretty nervous about it.

You could be endangering
their lives, miss Sanders,

or don't little things
like that bother you?

Look, somebody's been killed.

I know that,
sergeant! I know that.

All right, I'll go.
But what is it?

-What do you want me to do?
-Miss Sanders,

won't you reconsider
your decision?

My decision to speak?

No, no. The meeting's still on.

Even now when
someone's been murdered?

Don't you see?
That's what they want.

Whoever did this to boomer...

Whoever tried
to do this to me...

That's what they
want. For me to quit.

There's nothing some
people want more.

I want to ask you both...

Would you back off?

Well, I'm not. I'm not running.

There. That's not so bad, is it?

Thanks, John. See
you in the morning.

I'll flip you for the
bedroom. It's upstairs.

-Does this open up?
-Yeah.

-I'll sleep here.
-Suit yourself.

You must be hungry.

No, no, I'm not.

-Would you like some coffee?
-Okay.

Instant's all I've got.

That's what they used to serve

in some of the
better jails I've known.

Instant's fine.

That's my sister.

She's very pretty.
What's her name?

-Cheryl.
-She has a kind of strange,

kind of infinite smile.

Unfortunately, she's autistic.

Why do you say unfortunately?

What do you mean?

Oh, there are times like now...

Today... when that's
the only way to be.

Not to react to anything
in this rotten world.

She's a very ill,
very sick child

that has nothing
to do with politics.

I'm sorry.

Are you really?

I said it! I'm sorry!

Look, I'm very tired.
I've lost a friend today,

and inside me is
just empty, empty.

All right, listen. I can
understand how you feel

when you lose someone you love,

and yet... you gave him up.

He understood why. The
few other men I've known,

loved in my way...
they've understood.

But you don't, do you?

Well, I really don't
care what you think,

what your type thinks.

People who do what you do in
the name of, what is it, justice?

-Danke schön.
-Same to you.

How do you say "these
creepies give me the creepies"?

-Quietly.
-Mmm.

That him?

Anson croy?

Shove off! How'd he get in here?

-Police officers. Let's go.
-Go where?

Downtown. We
wanna talk with you.

-You'll have to drag me.
-I'll drag you.

Hey.

All right! Now everybody's
gonna go. Come on. Let's move.

I don't want a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.

And I'll tell you
something. Murder, killing...

It's not my style.

I believe in purified
race, in purified blood,

but I don't have to shed
any to prove my point.

Time will prove my point.

At approximately 1:00 this
afternoon, what were you doing?

I was in my room, reading.

-Reading what?
-The constitution.

What's it to you what I read?

Your pals down the hall. They
were at the university, right?

- I don't know where they were.
- Hassling all the kids.

I'm not their keeper. I
don't know where they were.

-You own a rifle?
-No. I have a revolver.

And it's registered.
But I don't have a rifle.

And at approximately
1:00 this afternoon,

you're doing nothing more than
a little harmless reading, right?

-That's right.
-You got any witnesses?

If only books could talk.

Let me tell you something.

Don't get cute with me, okay?

Look! If it's murder you're
trying to accuse me of,

okay, I did it!

In my conscience, in my soul.

Look, I got rights the same
as you, see? Same as you.

And one of them's to
take a polygraph, correct?

And that test is gonna show
you crud that I'm tellin' the truth.

I want that test now!

-Did he cop out?
-No, he showed truthful.

-May I help you?
-Reed. Ralph Reed.

Yes, chapel one.
Right this way, please.

Thank you.

Hello, marnie. I'm very sorry.

Aren't you going to
kneel and pray for him?

Don't you pray,
you godless tramp?

I pray in my own way.

Then, uh, pray for
forgiveness, Cora.

Pray to be absolved of
my husband's murder,

because he wouldn't
be dead, lying in there...

In that suit and tie he hated
wearing, if it weren't for you.

-You know that.
-Yes.

-Who are you?
-I'm sergeant Anderson.

You're protecting her?

-Yes, I am.
-Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

She gets herself
sweetly protected.

She lured my
husband up to that roof.

I'm not sure about that.

Oh, she lures men
to shame, to death.

Did she tell you about the time
she spent with my husband?

It seems that was
before you were married.

How about Neil armitage, her
sacred, her beloved professor?

Did she tell you about
the affair she had with him

when she was his
darling student?

Even though he
was married. Get out!

Take her with you. I
don't want her near him.

Take her out of here!

- I'm sorry about what she said.
- Please don't be!

I didn't expect anything else.

[Door opens]

Here we go.

So I'll, uh, see you
tonight at the auditorium.

Oh, by the way,
Frances won't be there.

Oh. Is she afraid to come?

Well, yeah. I guess
a lot of people are.

I can understand that.

Okay, I'll see you tonight.

-Take care.
-Okay. See you later.

Well, how was the seminar?

All right. It was all right.

It was very interesting.

Really?

Oh, you didn't make
a convert out of me.

My big revolution's gonna come

if my landlord
raises my rent again.

[Clattering]

[Screams]

Get outta here!

All right, hold it!

Joe, you wanna get that?

Yeah. I'll get it.

Easy now.

Easy.

All right.

It's a toy, man. It shoots caps.

Same here, man.

Bill: What's your name?

Name's Harold. But
m-most people call me Harry.

I like... I like to play cowboy.

Harry? You all right, Harry?

Yeah, daddy. Oh, yeah.

We ready to go home?

In just a little while, Harry.

-You the police?
-Yeah, that's right.

I'm sorry about this.

He's a good boy. A lonely boy.

I'm a gardener here, and I
bring him to work with me

once in a while.

And I'll always tell him no
trouble, you understand?

Well, let me tell you something.
This boy could've been killed.

I'm awfully sorry.

We'll do better.

Come on. Let's go home.

-Can I get you something?
-No, thank you.

A poor, retarded soul
on the roof with a toy rifle.

We've got nothing on
Michaels and his troops.

Croy and his goose-steppers
are as pure as the driven slush.

Yeah, well, you don't think
any of them sent those warnings,

-do you, bill?
-I don't know.

All I know is that somebody knew
she'd be at the Gregory house.

-Yeah, but not on the roof.
-True.

Maybe they were
casing the window.

Pepper: Bill, what
you just said...

I mean, it may be
silly, but that cabdriver...

What cabdriver?

When she was saying good-bye
to armitage at the airport,

the cabbie was standing there.

I mean, I heard her say,
"I'll be at the Gregory house."

Maybe he heard her.

Do you remember
what he looked like?

Oh, he was kind of tall,
uh, heavyset, white, 50, 51.

Like about three
million other guys?

Yeah.

-Company cab?
-No, city.

I do remember it was a city cab.

- You guys wanna check into that?
- Absolutely.

I'm going over to the campus,
check out the auditorium.

Why don't you take her home?

See if you can talk her
out of this thing tonight.

I can't, bill.

How are you two getting along?

Haven't you noticed?
She hates cops.

Good. We're in
time for the news.

I don't know about
you, but I'm starved.

Do you want to split a sandwich?

Cora: No, thank you.

You could eat something.

How about some
cheese and crackers?

-No, no. I'm just not hungry.
Reporter: The mayor's office

announced today...

But I would like a
shower, if that's okay.

Sure.

-Sergeant?
-Yeah?

Never mind.

Hey, raynor, do mine
up good this time.

-Capisce?
-What do you mean, lombardi?

"What do you mean, lombardi?"
I mean no streaks this time.

No streaks. My
windshield looks like

I been through the
okefenokee swamp.

Ah, come on, lombardi.

[Tire screeching]

Oh, good morning.

Hi.

You fellas lookin' for a job?

Hey, I'm on
welfare. I don't work.

You don't hire ex-cons, do you?

- Where's the manager?
- The manager? Right back there.

Go ahead. Okay. Hey, don't
let him con you about tips, huh?

Heavyset, 50s. Sounds like
half the guys I got workin' for me.

Yeah, well, look. Do
your men keep ledgers?

Yeah. I mean, for
the fares they record.

Well, we're
interested in a cabbie

who picked up a fare at the
airport yesterday about 11:00.

A professor. Probably dropped
him off at Landon university.

Okay, let's see. This
might take some time.

That's what we don't have, time.

I want six men working
the exterior of the auditorium

and 10 men on the inside.

Also, Fred, there's a basement
door to the orchestra pit.

Slap a padlock on it

and have a man check
it just before the speech.

Right. You been up on
the roof of that building?

No, not yet.

I could pick off our subject
with a slingshot from up there.

Yeah, but how
would you get down?

-How would I get down?
-Uh.

I would, uh, jump to the
roof of the next building.

Or I would shimmy
down a drainpipe.

And the cops would be
shooting at you from down there.

So i'd, uh... I don't know.

No, I think I'd still shimmy
down the drainpipe,

crawl into one of the Johns

and try to make it
out from the inside.

Uh-uh. You know the heat
would be all over the building.

Yeah, but I'm the
kind of killer who thinks

that the heat are stupid.

So, what do you want?

I want a man on the roof
and a man in the John.

-For two hours?
-You're right.

So give him a
yo-yo to play with.

-Here it is.
-What do you got?

Driver named Maddox. Lou Maddox.

Picked up a fare at the airport.
Dropped him off at Landon.

Four dollars and 50 cents.
I don't cut in on their tips.

Well, that's very nice of
you. Where's Maddox now?

Well, he works
nights and mornings.

He's off now. Home, probably.

Oh, are you from
the phone company?

No, we're from the police
department. May we come in?

Oh, who's done what to who now?

Lou Maddox... he
a tenant of yours?

The best kind. I never see him.

He done somethin'?

No, no. We just
want to talk with him.

Well, he's not here right now.

Do you know where we
might be able to find him?

You know, I had
some trouble here once,

and I phoned for a cop.

Just one cop.

It took him 35
minutes to get here.

You should've seen him walk
in, takin' his own sweet time.

Now two of you show
up askin' questions...

About a fine gentleman
that wouldn't hurt a fly.

Well, do you know
where we might be able to

find that fine gentleman?

He's eatin'. This is his time
to eat. Then he plays cards.

And where might that be?

Over at blanca's.

He goes all the way
over to blanca's to eat?

You know anybody else that
makes such a good hero sandwich?

A nice man. Sometimes
he brings one back for me.

Well, if it were me, I would
bring you a nice bowl of fruit.

Thank you.

Good night.

It's almost time to go.

Bill oughta be along any second.

-I like your outfit.
-Thank you.

I like your
apartment, very much.

Oh, it's a little
bourgeois, but it's home.

[Laughs]

I'm used to that kind
of joke, you know.

It wasn't a very good one.

Not bad.

Well, tomorrow about this time,
you'll be on your way to Japan.

Now, that's exciting. That's a
place I'd like to go sometime.

It's exciting, yes, mm-hmm.
But I'd rather stay home.

Then why don't you?

I have no home.

Beliefs are one thing.

But where you park your
suitcase, that's another thing.

Figuratively, I have no home.

I mean, my ideas are restless.

They cry in the wind, kind
of, and the wind drags them

and me all over the place.

I'm not complaining, mind you.

It's just that I have something
to say, you understand...

Something I feel I was
born to, raised to say,

that I can at least say.

Wherever the wind and the mood
and the circumstance take me.

Sergeant,

there's something I started
to say to you a while ago.

Mm-hmm.

Never mind.

I'll bet I can
guess what it was.

You wanted to, uh, thank me

for defending you
with boomer's wife.

About your thing with boomer
and professor armitage.

That's right.

Those matters are private,

and the reasons
for them are yours.

Thank you.

Now, you wanna know
about my fare yesterday.

- Professor, right?
- What we wanna know about is...

Do you remember the black
woman he was talking to

just before he
got into your cab?

-Cora Sanders?
-Cora Sanders.

He didn't say nothin' about her.

But he didn't have to,

'cause I recognized her
from the newspaper. Why?

Well, did she mention anything
about the Gregory house?

How'd you know?

Did you pass that information
on to your next fare, maybe?

Mmm, there was no next...
there was no next fare.

I clocked in after
I deposited him.

Then I went straight
back to the garage,

then home and then here.

Hey, look, uh, you live
in a rooming house, right?

-Yeah.
-Did you tell anybody there?

-Nah.
-All right, what about here?

-Tell anybody?
-No.

Are you sure about that?

The garage... I might
have mentioned it to raynor.

-Who's that?
-A kid that works for us.

He sweeps, hoses
down the cabs. Nice kid.

Yeah, I can dig that. Uh,
what did you say to him?

Well, you know, whenever I
pull in, he says... he says to me,

"what big movie star
did you see today?"

You know, what
celebrities, what diplomats.

He wants to know if I
brought him an autograph.

I mean, he digs
that stuff, you know.

Or he'll say, "hey, you know,

Raquel Welch just
flew in from New York.

Did you see her when you
dropped that fare off at the airport?"

You know, a couple
of times I said, "yeah."

And he got a real
big kick out of it

when I gave him Faye
dunaway's autograph.

[Doorbell rings]

Who is it?

Bill: It's me, pep.

Hi.

Convoy ready to
roll, miss Sanders.

Thank you. Anything
from Pete and Joe yet?

-No, not yet.
-I'm ready, sergeant.

Good. Let's go, huh?

Sergeant.

Joe: That's a heck
of a monologue.

Now all we wanna know about
is yesterday. Cora Sanders?

Ring a bell?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, raynor wanted to know
who I saw out at the airport.

So I told him I saw her,
'cause, after all, she's a celebrity.

I mean, she's in the
papers and on the TV news.

Then you did mention
the Gregory house, right?

Well, he wanted to know
what they were talkin' about,

so I told him.

-Bad crowd.
-Yeah.

-They start yet?
-Yeah.

-Excuse me.
-That's all right.

Niel: Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight we're going to hear

from an old friend, of
many, and a new friend,

I trust, of many more.

A poor girl, a black
girl, a brilliant girl,

one that I had the pleasure
of teaching for a while...

And with whom I've
had many disagreements,

but never, never with
any loss of respect.

As a matter of fact,
my admiration for her

only continues to grow.

Students, faculty, friends,

Cora Sanders.

[Applause]

Cora: Comrades!

Comrades.

Say, can you all hear me
without this microphone?

Yeah!

Comrades that are,
comrades that will be,

I am very happy to be with

my brothers and
sisters here tonight.

[Phone rings]

-Yes?
-Hello?

- Is sergeant bill crowley handy?
- Sergeant crowley?

-Yeah. Crowley.
-Yeah, bill?

His name is raynor,
Caucasian, 160 pounds,

24 years old, blond long hair,

and usually wears
a red windbreaker.

Okay, Joe.

Cora: And sometimes my
grandmother would read to us

from writings that
grandmothers don't

normally read to children from.

She used to say, "you
gotta know about it all."

I remember this from
the song of Solomon.

"Many waters cannot quench love.

Neither can the
floods drown it."

And these words have
stayed with me because I love.

I love my people.

I love and grieve for
all of the oppressed

brothers and sisters
in this world of ours.

And no flood of criticism,
of ridicule, of hatred,

of ignorance, fear,
shall drown that love.

Because it's all I have to
give. It's all I have to give.

Now, one of the
earliest loves...

You know, it seems
strange, because

I was a poor girl on a farm,

and we were very poor and
black and therefore hopeless...

But one of my earliest loves
was a man named Marx.

Not one of the funny
brothers you see in the movies.

This brother was a
genius of another kind.

He was a very important
man. His name was Karl Marx.

It seems strange
because, you know,

until I came
across his writings,

I'd never heard of him; His
name meant nothing to me.

But I'd like to read you
something from h.G. Wells.

And I quote. He says...

"When I was a boy of 14,
I was a complete marxist,

long before I had
ever heard of him.

I had been cut
off from education,

caught in a detestable shop,
and I was being broken into

a life of mean and dreary toil.

I was worked too hard
and for such long hours

that all thoughts
of self-improvement

seemed hopeless.

I would have set fire to..."

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Freeze! Hold it!

Pepper!

Pepper.

P.A.: Dr. Curtis, Dr. Curtis,
please call 104 west. Dr. Curtis.

-How's she doin', bill?
-She's okay.

I'll tell you. That doctor
would be in a lot of trouble

if she wasn't.

They tell me the creep that
shot her is doing okay too.

They're holding him under
psychiatric observation.

Just a psycho. My, my, my.

Yeah. He stole that
uniform he had on.

He said he had
to get you because

a lot of people wanted
you out of the way,

but he was the only one
who'd do anything about it.

It's a sick mind.

Yeah, we got a
lot of 'em around.

Can I go and see her now?

Yeah. She's expecting
you. Go ahead.

-Hi. -Hi.

How are you? How do you feel?

My pride hurts.

Well, I just wanted to say
thank you and good-bye.

Good luck to you, Cora.

Thank you.

Even though something
tells me you don't mean that.

I do.

In my own way, I do.

As you said, you
pray in your own way.

I guess what it all
boils down to is...

You have to do your
thing, and I gotta do mine.

Thank you, sergeant. Good-bye.

Good-bye.