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Mary Ann!

Professor southern? Five years is a long time.

Jay Miller? Ciao.

Two victims, both dusted, execution style, post range, every shot with the same gun.

Maybe I can help you.

Bill, it's him.

[Car engine revving]

Pepper: Hi, John. Hello, George.

How're you doin' there, milt?

The usual, Bob. Hi, Tony.

Tony: Hi, babe. How ya doin'?

Pepper: Okay

Tyrone: Um, uh! Would that ever be a fine one for my stable.

Baby, you have the reputation. All you have to do is ask. I'll put in a word.

Are you sure you know her?

Now, would I lie to you, buddy boy? Would I?

- Hey! Let me carry this bag. - No. Alright, you carry.

-You carry. It's all yours. -Now come on.

I'm gonna go first like ladies go.

[Both laughing]

-Wait. This one? -No.

No, it's down here, it's down here. It's here. Come on

oh, I like that.

-Ohh, here it is. -And stand back.

-Come on. Don't be so nervous. -What?

Come on. Come on in.

Like what you see?

It's worth a fortune that is, if the merchandising is right.

Uh huh and you're just the salesman. Tyrone, is it?

Your man, baby.

- That depends. - Don't you worry now. You're gonna be taken care of.

Now, that could mean anything.

Wanda: You fix yourself a drink. I'll be right back.

Miller: Where you goin', Wanda?

I ran out of cigarettes. There's a machine by the front office.

Miller: Age of chivalry. I'll get ' em for you.

No, I've got the exact change. Listen, I'll be right back.

And if you put on some music, I like lots of strings.

-Strings? -Okay?

I'll be right back, baby.

Mundy: One hundred, two, three, four

-and thank you. -Right.

Seventy/thirty. I go to rent, doctor and protection.

- You-you work six days. - How hard do I work?

That depends on the talent.

The way I see it, three c's a day, ain't gonna be pressin' you none at all.

-Joe? -Yes, darlin'?

Guess what sweet Tyrone here just offered me.

- Let me guess... - You've just been busted, friend.

I should've smelled all this bacon.

Be nice now. Let's take a little walk. Look, I'll handle this, pep.

Bye, Tyrone.

Miller: That was fast, Wanda.

Jay Miller or should we say Albert mazza?

Ciao, al.

The bullets are removed and are given in custody to sergeants Anderson and crowley.

Pepper: Who was he, bill?

He was a bookkeeper, named Jay Miller. Shot in a motel room.

No clues.

Except for a girl who waited outside for him. No description of same.

You're tired.

You bet I am.

- Just one stop and we'll go right. Just one stop. - Bill!

That's all. Thanks, doc.

Oh, right on. Keep ' em coming.

The retroperitoneal space...

Poor man. He was so nice and good. And live and let live.

Almost like a hermit, you could say.

-Do you want some? -No, thanks.

Mrs. Casper, how long did he live here?

Three years. Never a problem with the rent, rest his soul.

So, you mean he didn't have any friends.

Or enemies. You can ask all of my tenants.

They'll tell you the same thing about Mr. Miller.

He was a nice man. Nice and decent.

You said he went out tonight and that that was unusual.

Well, yeah.

You see, over the past couple of weeks, he has... had started to go out.

But, before that, no uh-uh. Real hermit-like.

Sure you don't want some?

-No, we just came from the morgue. -Oh.

Messenger: Good afternoon, sir. Pleasant day Mundy: Let's have it.

Messneger: Yes, sir. Will you sign here, please.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant day.

Bingham: Now, this is one of the nine millimeter slugs

taken from Miller's body. Take a look.

Pepper: They match.

That's right. They match. Both slugs fired from the same gun.

William, I think our friend is trying to tell us something.

Where's the other slug from, Stan?

The Edward steel homicide in the valley couple of weeks ago? Auto mechanic.

- The valley guys haven't got a lead on it. - They can join the club.

Two victims, a mechanic and a bookkeeper.

Both dusted execution style, close range every shot from the same gun.

- Okay thanks a lot, Stan. - Yeah. Thanks, Stan. Now where?

Maybe the similarity doesn't stop there.

I mean, if we can find a hook-up between steel and Miller,

we just might find ourselves on the right track.

Yeah. There just doesn't seem to be any motive.

What if we're dealing with a thrill freak again?

Then he may not be through killing.

What is it, trouble, Paul?

I just can't seem to get the right catalyst here.

Well, maybe you're taking the wrong approach.

Have you ever considered the effects of clorinal

when it's introduced at another temperature range?

I'll consider it.

Ahem, of course, now, Paul, if it does work, we never talked, right?

[Bell rings]

Southern: Alright, kids. I'll see you tomorrow.

Take care now and have a good day.

I guess no one's told you that skiing and chemistry don't mix.

Girl student: Right. Bye.

Bye.

Mundy: Professor southern? Southern: Yeah, that's me.

Mundy: Or is it Adrian Blackwell?

Five years is a long time.

They just never forget.

[Shoots]

Donin: Professor, I was wondering if...

[Gunshot]

[Telephone ringing indistinctly]

Crowley: Hey, you want a burrito?

Pepper: With all the margherita. Are you kidding?

-These are cheese enchiladas. -No, gracias.

- Gomez' sister sent' em over to me. - Oh. Carmelita.

I think that's her name. Mmm.

Carmelita. She's on the make for you, crowley.

- It's all over the place. - Oh, is that right? Think so, huh?

Well, I think I'll test out her enchilada before I go pull it myself.

You got anything?

- Yeah, I checked out Steele and Miller. - How far back did you go?

Eight years on the mechanic, when he moved out here from New York.

Three years on Miller. He's from Chicago.

-And you'll never... -hmmmm.

Hombre, these are bueno.

And their paths never crossed.

You mean they never crossed since they've been out here.

Oh, you're thinking of sending me cross country?

Only as a last resort.

I kind of like having you around.

Just in case, carmelita doesn't cut it with the enchiladas?

Yeah, something like that.

Senor crowley's office.

Si?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Right.

We've got a 187 at the university.

- Is Paul gonna be alright? - Well, he's still in surgery. We won't know for some time.

Look, let's back up to when class let out.

Pepper: I'm getting some very strong vibes.

Crowley: We won't know until ballistics does their thing.

Look, nobody I talked to saw anything.

If the kid lives, we have a witness. If not...

Pep and I are gonna check out the victim. You cover the hospital.

- Pete, get ballistics movin' on those comparisons, okay? - Sure.

Let's go have a talk with, what's his name?

Pepper: Dr. Taka. As in Gomez' sister's tacos.

Those I've had. Yours are better.

[Car engine starts]

This could be the proverbial straw, sergeant.

Two months ago that girl was raped on sorority row, last month the muggings, now this.

Doctor taka, there is absolutely no connection between the two incidents.

The rapist was arrested. He's in jail.

Crime on campus is the connection, sergeant.

Today one of the faculty was killed in a robbery attempt and...

Now wait a minute. There's no evidence of robbery.

What else could it be?

Dr. Taka, that's what we're trying to find out.

Pepper: Professor southern had been here only three years?

Taka: He came to us after spending ten years in the science department

at a university in Illinois.

These letters of reference from the university, you sent for them personally?

Taka: Of course. It's a matter of procedure.

Master's in organic chemistry from Yale.

Is that verified or did you just accept this copy of his degree

as proof of his education?

Taka: My dear lady,

everything is verified, when we consider employment of any faculty member.

Pepper: Even his military records? Taka: Even that.

Could we borrow this file for a few days?

That's quite irregular. If I said no?

It's a murder investigation, doctor.

We'd be forced to get a subpoena.

I suppose she's right.

Take it.

Global investigations. Fesler.

Mundy: The job's done.

I'll expect payment tomorrow.

I'm disappointed, Eric.

You're supposed to be a mechanic, the best.

I heard about today. Sloppy, Eric, very sloppy.

Mundy: I hope you're not backing down on the money, Nate.

That could be very unhealthy.

Don't get rough with me, Eric. You'll get your money.

I'm merely suggesting our little business venture could be compromised

if that college kid lives.

There are at least ten more contracts we can put together here on the coast,

but not if you're identified, Eric.

Mundy: That detail's gonna be taken care of. And you know it.

And, Nate, payment tomorrow.

[Eric hangs up]

Rizzo: Hello, Nate. Fesler: Tony. How was New York?

Okay.

Then why didn't you stay there?

I'm working to find a new Mark. You can't negotiate a deal for us out here.

We don't have to find a new customer.

We're getting a reputation with the family.

They like our work say, it's real smart what you come up with.

Tony, that still doesn't explain why you didn't stay.

Like I said. Word gets around.

Your missing person service is becoming real valuable.

I got a customer. This time they came to me.

Who?

It seems one of the old man's top buttons got himself a new trial.

You know, the old man, he's got a lot of feeling for his people.

He's willing to put down fifty thou to ensure a certain individual

doesn't show at the trial.

They've been looking for this individual for two years.

No luck.

-What's the name? -Kelno, Susan kelno.

Somethin' about the treasury fraud in Newark.

They got a hunch she's out around here.

[Telephone rings]

Global investigations. Fesler.

Nate it's... it's Mary Ann.

Fesler: The one and only?

This that pretty chick that lives on sabrino?

Mary Ann: The one and only.

What can I do for you?

Well, you can tell me if...

Yeah?

If it's still on for tonight.

Well unless you've come down with a flu or something.

No. It's just that I wanted to make sure.

You see, I found this new dress and it's red.

Do you like red, Nate?

I mean, you don't think it's too flashy?

Baby, it depends on the shade and who's wearing it.

Now look, sweetheart, no, I don't think it's too flashy.

I'm real busy right now.

I know. Eight o'clock, Nate?

Fesler: Eight o'clock, beautiful.

Fine. I can't wait.

Neither can I. See you.

- I have something, bill. - Good. Tell me on the way.

- Where're we going? - To the hospital. Your vibes were right.

It was the same gun.

[Telephone rings]

Third floor recovery. May I help you?

Yes. I'm calling about Paul donin.

Mr. Donin isn't allowed visitors.

Okay, can you tell me how he's doing?

Nurse #1: Are you a relative?

Bradford: No, I'm just a friend.

Nurse #1: Well, if you'll give me your name and phone number,

I'll be happy to call you when he's able to have visitors.

No. Never mind. Thank you.

[Indistinct chatter over pa]

What about any other identifying marks, like scars?

-I didn't notice any. -How about the eyes?

Donin: Well, it all happened so quickly, I mean, it's possible...

Detective styles, may I see you a moment?

So I had the boys from questioned documents

take southern's personnel package apart.

The letters of reference, from ten different people,

and his degree all typed on the same typewriter.

So, southern's a phony, huh?

How'd he fake it so well? Taka said everything was verified.

I guess he had a lot of help.

I called the university in Illinois.

The personnel records indicate he was there ten years.

That kind of suggests he's legitimate.

Crowley: It doesn't explain

how everything got typed on the same typewriter.

Pepper: That's because he was never there.

Whoever this southern really was, he had a lot of help making a new life for himself.

Wonder if Steele and Miller had the same kind of help.

A new life, huh?

Maybe it was just a friend who called.

You know it's been two hours.

Crowley's: Hang in there, Joe. It's gonna be a long night.

Yeah. I'm hanging. I'm hanging. Okay?

[Indistinct chatter]

May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to see Paul donin, please.

I'm sorry. Only the immediate family is allowed to visit.

-Room 316. -Thank you.

Heads up, guys. We have a possible.

-He's posing as a cop. -Roger.

Police officer.

- The dude couldn't got past me. - Is that so?

Crowley: Against the wall. Bradford: Wait a second.

Styles: Okay pep, he's been had.

Can I help you, doctor?

Mundy: They asked me to look in on a patient.

Morgan, Katherine Morgan.

Well, like it says here, she's in 338.

Got the bug?

Mundy: Unfortunately.

Take care of it now.

Sergeant.

There's something strange, sergeant.

Katherine Morgan checked out this morning and I've never seen that man before.

Pepper: Doctor, perhaps I can help you.

Mundy: Be a good girl, nursie, and you'll live to talk about it.

Pepper: What do you want? Mundy: Paul donin. Where's his room?

320.

Mundy: Let's see what it looks like.

Pepper: Bill, it's him! Crowley: Hold it: Police!

Hey, hit the floor.

Pepper: So you've got nothing yet?

Okay, get back to me as fast as you can. Okay.

Crowley: Okay, Mr. Witness security specialist.

Bradford: Well, like I said, sergeant, confidential.

You've your things to do and we've ours.

Crowley: Well then, I guess it's goodbye, Mr. Bradford.

Oh, by the way, the gunman at the hospital, you know anything about him?

Well, he's still alive. He's in surgery right now.

I think he'll pull through eventually.

Bradford: Anything else?

Crowley: It's a two way street, Bradford.

You come off this confidential routine, maybe we could do some business.

Bradford: Well, it was nice knowing you. Pepper: Mundy was a hired gun.

It's not going to stop just because he' been stopped.

You see, I have a pretty good idea of what you're all about.

Bradford: And what's that, sergeant Anderson?

Pepper: We have three murders.

I've done some checking on the victims, their backgrounds run into dead ends.

Phony papers account for their past.

I don't know who they are yet, but we're gonna find out.

And just what is it you think you'll find out?

That they were all key witnesses at one time and under the protection of your office.

I called a friend, Mr. Bradford, an f.B.I. Friend.

The special function of your office is to conceal,

relocate and arrange a whole new life for witnesses

who testified against the big boys.

I told him and now I'm gonna tell you.

This is our operation, and we're not gonna let a few local things blow the whole thing for us.

And if word got out that three of your "local" protected were murdered,

you'd be pretty hard pressed to find anybody to cooperate with you in the future.

Now, we understand that.

But we've got our job to do, too.

You did your homework very well, sergeant Anderson.

Yeah. She has her good days.

Bradford, what do you say? Do you want to work together on this thing or not?

Okay?

Mary Ann: Hi. Fesler: Hi.

-I thought I told you. -What?

I always wanted to see you in red from now on.

Oh. Well, I phoned Paris this morning.

My designer is working on a whole new line.

-Come here. Dinner? -I'd love it.

You're a flirt, Mr. Fesler.

Ah, there's an old-fashioned word.

Well, it's a word. And it says just what you are.

And, I love it.

Mary Ann, I may... I just may have a biggie coming up.

A real big one. About a woman, heiress.

You know, the long island type.

Maybe out here.

You see, three years ago she was a privileged witness on a fraud case in...

Mary Ann: Nate not again. I can't fesler: Wait. Wait. Whoa.

Wait a minute.

Oh, Nate, I don't understand.

Fesler: Well, what I'm saying is,

I've been thinking about this for a long time now.

You and me, taking off somewhere for a couple of months.

Just the two of us.

Would you like that?

But it costs money, Mary Ann.

And?

And, I get this case through.

See, it's an inheritance job, two million bucks.

And I find my gal, my fee is two percent. That's 40 thou.

Why would you want to take me?

Heyyyyyy, now let's not start that again.

I dig you, miss Webster. That's why.

Okay?

Come on finish up. Let's get out of here.

You don't have to give me an answer tonight.

Nate, I don't know. Those other times, with the files

hey. Hey. Hey. You didn't say it.

What?

I dig you too, Mr. Fesler.

I dig you too, Mr. Fesler.

Pepper: William, I think I've got something here.

Crowley: Oh, yeah? What've you got? Pepper: Here, take a look.

Oh, Thomas southern, also known as Thomas Blackwell. That his real name?

We put him in the university three years ago

after his testimony helped break up an international narcotics ring.

So you fixed him up with a phony degree.

But how'd he ever get by posing as a professor in chemistry?

That's easy. He was a legitimate chemist.

He was a phd, who got euchred into running a clandestine heroin lab for the mob.

You see, every one of these people has a talent

and we just try to utilize that talent for legitimate...

Jay Miller was a bookkeeper, huh?

Bradford: Hm? Crowley: Jay Miller was a bookkeeper?

Yeah. As Albert mazza, he kept the books for a Chicago numbers racket.

Then there was Steele, who was a button man

for one of the New York families who just happened to know something about car engines.

Three murders in as many months. How the hell are they finding them?

Well, if it was just one, we could chalk it up to just chance recognition. But...

That is exactly what I would love to believe myself.

But do you know how worried I am about this thing?

There are 60 people in our local file, 6 0.

Have you ever thought about a leak?

Well, sure, I thought about a leak.

We've been in this business for twelve years and this never happened before.

Well, there's always a first time.

Listen, who has access to your files?

Just the people in my office.

Myself, a couple of deputies and four girls.

All checked out before they were hired.

Yeah, well, sometimes people turn sour.

Alright, maybe there's a leak. We'll double check everybody.

No. There are other ways. Pep.

I'm a terrible typist.

Yeah, but you look so good at the water cooler.

And so when we were fortunate enough to have a new position allowed us in the budget,

I naturally went to personnel and had it filled.

Miss Dennis will be starting with us today.

That's all, ladies, you can go back to work now.

Tina, I would like you to give miss Dennis as much help as possible,

- as long as it doesn't interfere with your work. - Great.

I'm pleased to meet you, miss Dennis. We really can use the help.

Well, just tolerate me until I get into the swing of things. Oh, and the name's Lonnie.

Fine. Well, I'm Tina. This is Frances and Marie and behind you, Georgina.

This will be your desk over here. This is the file room.

Mary Ann, this is miss Dennis, our new secretary.

This is Mary Ann Webster.

-Sorry I'm late. Hello. -Oh, hi.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

I trust you'll be very happy with us.

Late again.

Oh, well, when you're single, 30 and in love for the first time.

Oh, I think it's kinda nice.

Well, I think Mr. Bradford's getting just a wee bit annoyed.

Styles: Look familiar?

Messenger: Yeah, I remember that guy.

Lousy tipper.

That's the breaks sometimes.

What we're interested in is where this envelope came from and who asked you to deliver it.

Well, I made several deliveries to that guy and he always came to the shop.

Hm. What was his name?

He never gave it. In and out, paid cash. I never asked.

Styles: Can you describe him?

Foxy looking.

Six feet, husky build, with black hair.

What about wheels?

I didn't notice. What's this about anyway?

Few people got wasted. He might be involved.

Would you mind looking through these?

-No. -We'd appreciate it.

-Goodnight, Lonnie. -Goodnight, Tina.

Tina: Goodnight, Mr. Bradford. Pepper: Excuse me. Goodnight, Mr. Bradford.

Thanks a million.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

Oh, what a great picture of you.

Now, that's what I call an attractive couple.

Mary Ann: Thank you.

I hear you live near me. You must come and see my place some time.

Mary Ann: Oh, that'd be great.

-Shall we talk about it? -Sure.

Alright. Goodnight.

Nice looking, about six three, lean build, dark curly hair.

That's the I.D. From the boys.

Oh, no, heh. This is too easy. It doesn't work that way.

What's that pep?

Well, one of the girls, Mary Ann, she oh, no.

She has a boyfriend and he fits that description. That's just too easy.

George, what do you know about Mary Ann?

-Everything nothing. -That helps a lot.

Well, she's what you'd call a homebody.

She stayed home with her dad, until he died recently. I'd heard about her boyfriend.

I saw a picture of him. I felt very happy for her.

She's that kind of a girl.

Pep, you'd better check her out.

It's too easy.

And you like her, right?

I don't know her. But, yes, I like her.

Check her out.

- I think we bought too much. - Oh, I love this place.

I do, too. I'm glad you weren't busy tonight.

Well, I've been busy most evenings.

Pepper: I'd have been, too, if we're talking about him.

Mary Ann: Oh, come on, Lonnie.

If he took one look at you, I wouldn't have a chance.

Pepper: Wanna bet? Bottle opener? Mary Ann: Sure

I've seen the looks you get in the office and the corridor and in the elevator.

Honey, we all get 'em. You just have to notice. Deux chablis pour les madames.

Good.

-He working tonight? -Oh, yep.

-Oh, cheers. -Cheers.

Oh, I really love your place. It's great.

Pepper: Thank you.

Mary Ann: Are you going to the university?

Pepper: A couple of nights a week.

Mary Ann: Oh. What do you take?

Astrology one night. French the other night.

Can't you tell from my gorgeous 'deux chablis'?

Sounds like fun.

Pepper: It's not, really.

But, it'll do until the right guy comes along.

Mary Ann: Personal question. But are you divorced?

Public answer, yes, but that doesn't mean I've gone sour on marriage.

You know, if I were gonna take a course in something,

I think I'd find one of those pygmalion professors.

You know, the ones who teach you how to be really glamorous.

-What for? -Ah, come on now.

I have a little ways to go at least.

He doesn't think so. Neither do I.

-Here we go. -Oh, great.

Hors d'eouvres.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Pepper: Now, pour le diner.

We have a choice of frozen Chinese or frozen lobster thermidor,

or I can just throw on a couple of steaks.

I really didn't plan on staying for dinner, Lonnie.

I have to get home in a little while. I have things to do.

Oh, I thought you were gonna stay.

Well, I'm sorry. I have things to do.

Nate. Nate.

Baby. Hey.

Nate, you know that man I was telling you about last week. The professor.

- He's dead murdered. - Yeah. Yeah. I read about it in the papers.

- You you didn't have... - hey. Now slow down a little.

You didn't tell anyone, did you, Nate?

-No, no, of course not. -Thank god.

There's a chance that we were overheard. It was that restaurant.

I remember, I was telling you about him and maybe a waiter or somebody nearby heard.

Now, what are you saying?

It's possible that that man was murdered because somebody heard us, Nate.

I'm gonna have to tell Mr. Bradford, just in case.

Now, now, come on. You're making too much out of it.

- One in a million. - No, I have to tell him. Maybe he'll understand.

-Forget it! -Nate, you don't understand.

-I knew it was a matter of time. -What?

Remember the bookkeeper you told me about?

The man from Chicago? Then there was Steele.

They're dead. Like the professor's dead.

No that's not true. Tell me it's not true.

It's business and you just get rid of any ideas about going to Bradford or anyone else.

You're involved, Mary Ann, with murder.

Murder, right up to your pretty little neck.

Nate, how could you do this to me?

Simple. I used you.

Oh. Oh, dear god no.

Hey. Now, everything's gonna be okay.

Hey. Hey. Everything's gonna be alright. Fine. Fine. Just fine.

Now, you listen.

You're in it and you're in it to stay.

No!

There's not a jury in this world that wouldn't believe you were in it from the start.

That spells murder. Alright?

There.

Now, I just got an okay from New York.

I want the information on that broad I was telling you about. Her name is Susan kelno.

And you get it fast.

- You're going to kill her, too. - Fast, damn it!

They want her wasted fast. And I want their money on its way to me fast.

Like tomorrow.

Now, you do as you're told or they 're gonna put you so far away in a cell,

you'll never see daylight again.

Or me.

- I don't want to see you. - Yeah. Well, we'll talk about that.

Go on.

Pepper: Mary Ann, are you alright?

Mary Ann: Yeah. I'm fine.

Pepper: Are you sure? Mary Ann: I said it. I'm okay.

Pepper: You don't look too good.

If you have nothing better to do, file these. Just leave me alone.

Tina, did Mary Ann say where she was going?

No, not a word. But she looked sick.

-What went on in there? -I'm not sure.

[Telephone ringing]

Global investigation.

Did you get it?

Susan kelno is known as Susan goodwin.

Where does she live?

10-14, kelmore.

Work. She's probably at work now.

Come on, where does she work?

At-at the veterans administration. She's a physical therapist.

Now, that's very good.

Now you get back to your little desk and you keep your mouth shut.

Pepper: Mary Ann. Mary Ann.

Pepper: Mary Ann!

Mary Ann: You shouldn't have brought me here. I didn't do anything.

You're hiding something. There's a reason for it.

I haven't been feeling well lately. I'm fine now.

- Who were you calling? - I told you. My doctor.

- What's his name? - What difference does it make?

Well, three people are dead.

All of them were in those files and you had something to do with it.

Now, look, Mary Ann, I'm not saying that you knew.

I'm not saying that you wanted anything to happen, but it has.

It'll be a lot better for you if you cooperate with us.

[Crying] Oh, god.

I didn't know, I didn't.

He said he loved me.

He used me.

Now he he's going to kill her.

12y-51 to 50.

Crowley's: Go ahead 51.

I've checked the kelmore address.

Manager says our Susan goodwin is at work.

Now, there's a good chance that fesler's one step ahead.

Manager puts a guy of his description here about half an hour ago.

Driving a late model convertible.

That's a Roger 51.

We're on our way to the veterans administration now. Meet us there.

Roger.

Come on. Morning.

We're on bonner, approaching weatherly.

We'll enter the grounds through the north gate.

We're approaching the eastegate. Will check our whereabouts and let you know.

Hi. Susan goodwin, a physical therapist here.

- Do you have any idea where we can find her right now? - Yeah. She's on the track.

A tall blonde.

Listen, can we get there by taking this road back here?

Yes, continue around here and straight down the road.

Crowley: Thanks.

Fesler: That's her, the blonde. Rizzo: I've got her.

12y-50 to 51. Put on your siren.

They took a shot and miss. They're on the hill above the track.

Royster: We're on it.

[Siren blaring]

Rizzo: Cops.

Hang on.

Thought you like best, I know!

Styles: Hey, put your hands up.

Rizzo: I ain't goin' nowhere, man. Styles: Out. Out with the gun.

Let's go.

- She'll never know how close she came. - Good looking girl.

Crowley: Yeah. Susan: Alright, gentlemen. Let's go.

Bet she makes a great enchilada.

Hey, what do you say we have a beer and get this thing wrapped up?

Now that sounds like a good idea. You buying?

I'll flip you for it. Heads or tails?