All language subtitles for Police Woman S01E21 Bloody Nose

[Siren wailing]

I ask you again, are
you carrying a gun?

-And if I am?
-I'll have to arrest you.

You figure out what
truck you wanna hit yet?

Brock: Tell your maniacs out
there not to waste the drivers, huh?

Haven't you ever
cheated on a man?

No.

And I never set him up to
be killed by the police, either.

She's a cop.

He's got a gun. Stop
him! He's gonna kill him.

Don't shoot, Shawn.

Give me the gun. Give
me the gun, Shawn.

[Theme music playing]

Pepper: ♪ is in your eyes ♪

♪ a look your smile
can't disguise ♪

♪ of love ♪

[Doorbell chimes]

Pepper: ♪ of love is saying ♪

[Doorbell chimes]

[Knock on door]

[Banging on door]

Doherty: Miss Anderson!

Ugh.

Doherty: Miss Anderson!
-Just hold it.

Okay. What's the matter?

Don't you hear it?
They're at it again.

The Barrys, in 33.

Boy, they're really going
at each other this time.

Shawn: I know what's going
on. My mother didn't raise a fool.

Hilary: You don't know anything.

Mrs. Doherty, come on,
what do you want me to do?

Just a minute ago, I heard him say
to her, "I'm gonna blow your head off.'

I don't know whether
he meant it or not, but...

Well, why didn't
you call the police?

Call the police? Why should
I when I've got a live-in cop?

Mrs. Doherty, I'm
wet I'll get out of here.

I didn't realize you
were taking a shower...

I've got to get ready for work.

If you don't mind
you're working tonight?

- But you were working today.
- It's a, uh, part time job.

Extra job, huh?

Well, nobody makes
enough to live on these days.

True. Not even the cops.

Well, I guess it's better
than being on the take.

Right? No offense.

Shawn: I saw you trying
to flush it down the toilet

hilary: What?

Shawn: That note.
"Dear hilary." What is it?

-You don't think... hilary:
She gave me her number.

[Breaking glasses]

Mrs. Doherty, a patrol car
could be here in two minutes.

In two minutes,
somebody could be dead.

[Sighs]

All right. Excuse me a minute.

Shawn: My mother
didn't raise a fool.

What do you got... I
saw it with my own eyes.

Shawn: With my own
eyes I saw it. Hilary: What?

Big deal.

[Breaking glasses]

Hilary: She gave me her...

She likes to have her customers
reach her now and again.

Shawn: It was a
man's handwriting.

Oh, you must really think
I'm some kind of a dummy.

Hilary: No comment.

Shawn: I don't want
you to see him again.

Do you understand
me? Cut your own hair.

As a matter of fact, give
me a knife, and I'll cut it.

Is that a threat? Answer
me, is that a threat?

- Don't say it again. Do you understand?
- Leave me alone.

Stay outta there!

Pepper: Hi, i'm...
-whoever she is...

Pepper: Excuse me.
-What?

-Hi, I'm sergeant
Anderson. Hilary: Oh.

Oh, yeah. All right.

Our condominium "cop." I don't
think I sent for you, sergeant.

- So why don't you just...
- no, no, Mr. Barry, you didn't.

But your voice waves did.

What is this? Is
this your idea? Is it?

Is this your idea?
Please, Mr. Barry.

She was frightened.

Even from my place, it
sounded pretty heavy up here.

Now, do you think we could keep this in
the family? Or shall I call a patrol car?

What's really
going on here, huh?

I mean, really going on.

I have a conversation with
my wife, all right, an argument,

and suddenly we
have cops at the doors.

Is this your idea of the
scene you wanted? Huh?

I smack you, your nose
bleeds and then the cops and...

[door closes]

Miss Anderson, I'm just too
embarrassed to know what to say.

It's... it's nothing.

- Thank you.
- You sure you'll be all right now?

I'm scared to death. He's always
talking about going and getting a gun.

Oh, I don't want to bother
you with my domestic problems.

Well, that's hardly a
little domestic problem.

Do you want to press charges?
For what? A bloody nose?

All I know is, I'm afraid to be
here alone when he gets back.

Aren't there any relatives,
or friends you can stay with?

Uh, Mrs. Doherty, do you think you
can put Mrs. Barry up for the night?

Isn't there anything
more that you can do?

I mean, you must have
some pull at headquarters.

Um, when I get
back in the morning,

I'll see what else can be done.

But right now, I
really have to go.

Okay.

Thank you, miss Anderson.
Thank you for coming and helping.

Pepper: You're welcome.

[Footsteps on stairs]

[Car door closes]

[Car engine starts]

[Engine revving]

[Car door closes]

[Sputters]

[Engine revving]

[Truck horn blares]

Good coffee today, huh?

All finished with this.

[Crockery clicking]

- Uh, which one gets the salami?
- Right here.

-Okay.
-How about some more coffee?

-More copy.
-More cream, too.

Yeah. Hang in there.
I'll be right back.

Al: Hey, bunny, how about
some sugar for my coffee?

You already had two sugars.
You wanna put us out of business?

It still ain't sweet enough
to keep me awake all night.

Pappy, there ain't nothin' sweet
enough to keep you awake all night.

-Except you.
-I was hoping you'd say that.

Hey, bunny, how's
about a glass of milk, huh?

M-i-l-k. Coming up. Comin' up.

[Thuds]

That's a glass of milk.

Figure out what truck
you wanna hit yet?

Yeah, I got a guy who could
use a load of small appliances.

Well, listen. If you get lucky,
save me a toaster, will ya?

Get my old lady off my back.

And tell your maniacs out there
not to waste the drivers, huh?

Can you remember
that? That's easy enough.

Afraid you'll lose a customer?

You kill somebody, you'll
bring heat to this place.

This kitchen is hot
enough. Take a look at me.

You don't believe in
violence, huh, Brock?

Only if there's a fink involved.

How long have
you had this, broad?

Why?

Man 1: I don't know. She ain't
exactly dog meat. I'll give you that.

And how come she'd
work a job like this?

Not everybody can be a
topless dancer, you know.

Wipe it from your lips.

-Wipe what?
-The saliva, man.

- Don't you start.
- Look, she's only a chick. I can replace her tomorrow.

Man 1: I don't know.
Pepper: There's your pie.

Man 1: She don't
look like the type

who'd work in a
greasy spoon like this.

Here, why don't
you have some pie?

Hey, if she makes you
nervous, I'll give her the can.

If she made me nervous, Brock,
I wouldn't just settle for the can.

Hey, bunny, my
pie. Where's my pie?

Oh, yeah, your pie, pie.

Here's your pie.

Hey, bunny, turn up
your hearing aid, huh?

I mean, I asked for
lemon meringue pie.

Oh, lemon meringue pie.

- Here's your lemon meringue pie.
- Thank you, sweetheart.

You look like you got
somethin' else on your mind.

I can't keep no secrets
from you, can I, tiger?

What secrets you got, huh?

Uh, oh, my old lady.

She's sweet, but she's
a little soft in the head.

I got her in this nursing home.

Well, I'm the only one who
really can, you know, get to her.

I told the night nurse I'd call and
check to see how she is and I'll...

Oh, Mr. Brock, honey, I'm
gonna go make a phone call.

Why don't you use the phone
on the wall? Are you kidding?

My mom's gonna think I'm
having an orgy with all this racket.

Bunny, that's my
dime. I'll put it back.

[Boiling water]

Keep it warm, Brock.

[Booth door closes]

[Telephone rings]

[Telephone ringing]

Sylvia's hickory
pit. Sylvia talking.

We deliver. Can I help
you? Oh, yeah. Sure.

William, it's your lady friend.

[Clatters]

Ahem. Thanks.

[Exhales]

Yeah. How's it going?

Okay. Sylvia still
got the hots for you?

Bill: Can't keep
my hands off her.

Pepper: Listen, bill. I think
we're on the right track.

This is the dive where they work
out which trucks to hit. Strictly to order.

They don't move until they've got
a customer lined up for themselves.

What about this guy
Brock? Is he in on it?

[Chuckles]

Up to his dandruff.

I mean, nothing that
would hold up in court.

Also, his partner seems to
be a little nervous about me.

Bill: Anything go wrong?

Pepper: No, but he's
starting to ask questions.

And this Brock, well, he
looks like the kind of guy that,

well, if he ever found out
that I was working undercover,

I think you'd have one
vacancy in your unit.

Honey, you know
we're covering you.

When's the last time you
saw a cop outrun a bullet?

-You wanna pull out? Pepper: No.

Pepper: I'm just
tired and my feet hurt

and there was some trouble
at the apartment today.

A nice pretty young woman with a
nutty husband, they had something going.

I had to go play
marriage counselor.

Anyway, you go back to work
and I'll give my love to Sylvia, okay?

Bill: Yeah, I'll do that.

Pepper: Hey, Joe
looks miserable.

Well, he just had some
of her lasagna with pignoli.

-What's pignoli?
-Nuts.

-Nuts to you.
-Heh. Ciao.

Make sure you have
a good time tonight.

-Good night.
-Everything okay here?

Hay, bunny. How about the check?

Right. One check, coming up.

How's the old lady?

Oh, still driving 'em up
the wall. I am glad I called.

How about a nice piece of chocolate
cake to keep your blood sugar up?

All I need is your
finger stirring my coffee.

Al, I'm gonna marry you.

That reminds me, bunny. Have
you ever been married before?

No. I saved myself for al.

I mean, the way you
get along with these guys,

I'm surprised you haven't
got one of your own.

Nobody ever calls you
here or picks you up.

Hey, that's why.

She gets along
good with all the guys.

Heh! See you on
the next run, al.

- Who wants to fight over this?
- Yeah, I got it.

[Truck engine starts]

[Engine revving]

Hilary: Miss Anderson?

I want to show you something.

Do you mind? It'll
only take a minute.

Oh. Could it possibly wait?

Not this.

Oh. Your husband did this?

I was asleep in Mrs. Doherty's
when I heard him come in.

Well, did you talk to him or try
to calm him down or anything?

The state he was in,
he'd have killed me.

I mean, I know
that. Lost horizon.

-Did anyone call the police?
-Yes, I did.

But I guess it wasn't a heavy enough scene
for them to issue a statewide manhunt.

Oh, boy?

Well, there's a
problem here, all right.

He's convinced I'm the problem.

All part of a grand conspiracy to
deny him the recognition he deserves.

He's got this idea
he's a great artist.

He's not bad.

If only certain people
would stop putting him down,

getting him fired from
one job after another.

His current job.

Of course, he feels I'm
forcing him to prostitute himself.

No way you could persuade
him to get counselling?

To him, the whole world's out
of step, except Shawn Barry.

Well, that's not that unusual.

If only the police could
throw a good scare into him.

Let him know, if anything should
happen to me, they'd know who did it.

All right, I'll talk to
sergeant crowley.

Could you take me down there to
kind of fill him in on the background?

I mean, when Shawn wants to, he can be so
charming and really, like you wouldn't believe.

I've been on my feet all night.

Please?

Uh, well, come on, heh.

[Truck horn honks]

[Engines revving]

[Horns honking]

Hey, you.

Wow.

[Thuds]

[Tires screeches]

Excuse me.

[Ball whooshing]

Hey, red?

Red, look, I've
gotta talk to ya.

Quiet. Game be over in a second.

[All applauding]

Hey, don't dent
that table, punk,

or you'll buy me a new one.

Man, you look like the dogs
had you under the house.

Yeah, there's some
trouble at the house.

Is your old lady still playing
footsie with that hair-dresser?

I don't know. But she's
playing some kind of game.

You know, a puzzle.

Look, that's not what I
came to talk to you about. I...

No?

You once said you had a
nice clean hand gun for sale.

What do you gonna
do? Knock her off?

Hey, what the hell kind
of thing is that to say?

No, man, I just figured,

you know, I mean, nowadays a guy's
gotta have some kind of protection.

You know with the... red, do
you wanna sell the gun or not?

What kinda cash you
got in your pocket?

Enough.

[Exhales heavily]

Slightly used, but
good enough for a man

who's only trying to protect
the sanctity of his home, his wife.

[Gun clicks]

"Those who in quarrels
interpose, often wipe a bloody nose.

When I was a kid once, I had to write
that a 100 times on the blackboard.

I'll get you some chalk.

All I want is some sleep.

When are you going
to learn, pepper?

Never.

All right, Mrs. Barry.
Will you step in, please?

Joe tells me you
wanna meet with Brock.

I think it's about time.

I'm sergeant crowley
just have a seat.

[Clears throat]

Now, pepper here tells me that you and your
husband have been having a little problem.

A "little" problem?

Well, we exaggerate.

Well, you see, there are days when
this whole city seems to be nothing,

but husbands and wives who
are ready to kill each other.

But, until one of them
actually makes a move.

Then, sergeant, what do you
suggest? That I buy a gun?

No. Certainly not.

My hairdresser's
name is Frances.

To my husband, it
proves that it's a man.

This may sound silly, but have you
ever thought of just having him meet her?

He doesn't seem to want to.

It's almost as if he's
afraid it'll spoil his anger.

Anyway, very next day he'd
just think of something else.

As long as we've been married,

he's had these sick
thoughts about this one

and that one being
out to ruin his life.

Has he ever tried to
do anything about it?

Tsk, how could he?
They were all fantasies.

Yeah, well, usually, all we
could do in marital disputes is

get the two parties in neutral
corners and hope they cool off.

And help us get some sleep.

I see.

If I call you in time, you'll do your
best to stop the bullet in mid-air.

Oh, hilary, that's not...

Thank you for
your time, sergeant.

I'm sure you have more
important things to handle.

She's too much.

How'd you make
out in tips last night?

Lousy. How about you?

25-50. I'm thinking
about quitting police work.

I thought you already have.

You?

[Doorbell dings]

Mrs. Doherty, please.

Hey, you really look
very pretty today.

Thank you.

You know, I just... I saw a flick
the other night with Faye dunaway

and she wore her
hair exactly like that.

Hey, look, it's
okay my being here.

I mean, I just came
to get my stuff.

How'd you know they were here?

Well, I figured, my wife's
already changed the locks.

You know, she being a graduate
student in matters of the mind,

I guess by now she ought to be an
expert in handling paranoids like me.

Look, I know, uh,

she wouldn't have locked
me out without my things,

you know, like my
clothes, my paintings.

Yeah. You're right.
Come on, they're here.

Thanks.

I hope you didn't come back to cause any
fuss or start any trouble with your wife...

No. No, Mrs. Doherty, I
just came to get my stuff.

Where are the rest
of my paintings?

That's it.

No, there were...
well, never mind.

Do you have any
messages for Mrs. Barry?

No.

Just wish her happiness.

She and that policewoman, what a
splendid gesture of feminine solidarity.

Uh, it gave me the final push.

[Knock on door]

Doherty: Miss Anderson,
are you awake?

-Mrs. Doherty, is that
you? Doherty: Yes.

How wonderful of you to drop by.

I hope you've got
good news this time.

Just a second.

Good morning. Miss Anderson.

I hate to keep bothering
you... cup of coffee?

No, thank you.

But... but he came
back. Mr. Barry?

Yeah. Yeah. Well, that's good.

He came to pick up his things
oh, well, then that's great.

- No threats or anything?
- Well, not exactly.

You see, I asked him if
he had any messages and...

-Do you mind?
-Oh, no. No.

I... I asked him if he had any
messages and he said, "yeah.

He said, to wish his
wife a lot of happiness.

-"You and her.
-Good.

[Chuckles]

That isn't exactly
a threat, I know.

But, well, you see, he said
you gave him the final push.

And I could tell by the way
he was wearing his coat,

that he was carrying a gun.

You're quite sure that
was what you saw?

Yeah. Now, do you figure you could
call the police and have him picked up?

I'll call and tell
them what you said.

Heh. Good. Good.

But if they don't
find a gun on him,

there's not much you can do with
a man that wishes you happiness.

Oh, well. I certainly hope
you can do something,

because I'm really
getting very tired.

All those people yelling and everybody
disturbing me. You are a policewoman.

After all, no one else
knows how to do it.

Yuck.

What can I do for you, pal?

Hey, you are the man if a
man plays his cards right,

he's liable to get a
little dinner around here.

Man: I'll see ya
tomorrow, Brock.

It's a little early for dinner.

It's just opened up. The only thing I got
ready is some sandwiches and some stew.

I can't hack no sandwiches.
I'll have some of your stew.

Where are you
from? Out of state?

Why? Does it show?

What are you hauling?
What am I hauling?

I'm hauling good stuff.

Only thing is, I've got a
little shrinkage problem.

Everybody's got problems today.

You ain't tellin' me nothin'.

The boss wants me
to carry a shotgun.

I said there ain't no way I'm
gonna carry me no shotgun.

I mean, they ain't payin' me to be
Wyatt earp. You know what I mean?

You're smart.

You bet your life I'm smart. There's
plenty of whiskey where that come from.

I've only got me one life.

Well, to tell you the truth,

between you and I, I never knew
anybody that could grow a new head.

That's exactly what I told him.

Boy, anybody who wants whiskey
bad enough to hold a gun on me,

he's looking at a live coward.

Or better yet, you
know what I'd tell him?

I'd say, "hey, baby, why don't you
just not get yourself in a little sweat?

In fact, you make me
an offer I can't refuse,

and I'll give you
door to door service.

Guess it takes all kinds, huh?

That's right. What about you?

I mean, you know anybody who's
real desperate for some booze?

Mister, let me tell
you something.

I don't know who you are. You
might be a cop for all I know.

Or some other kind of a crook
settin' me up for a shakedown.

This here is my business.
I'm not interested in yours.

Now get outta
here and get lost...

Now wait a minute, i...

I said get outta here. I tell
ya one time, get outta here.

You've got a sour
disposition, you know that?

Only with my friends, pal.

With anybody else, I'm
just hard to get along with.

Probably yesterday's
stew, anyway.

You get anything? I
didn't even get a nibble.

Man, he's tight as a clam. I think
he's got a sour view of human nature.

Yeah. Well, back
to Sylvia's, huh?

Think it'll be safe for
pep to show back tonight?

She'd better show up, or he's gonna get
paranoid. Maybe get the idea she's a cop.

Yeah. But at least
we'd know she was safe.

I mean, we can't see
through those walls.

Joe, we blow this one, we're
right back where we started.

I think I'll leave it up to pep.

Hang on, Mrs. Doherty. Ah!

Let me see that I gonna make it.

If it's not the dogs,
it's the doorbell.

Ah! Oh, Shawn!

Hi. I just stopped by to
apologize and... brought you this.

Thanks.

I woke you, didn't
I? Oh, that's all right.

Could I come in
for just a minute?

Look, you're already aware that
hilary and I have a little problem.

[Sighs]

Actually, ever since we've been
married, she's been trying to help,

but it just seems to get worse, I
thought maybe you could help.

Thank you.

-Is she at home?
-Heh. No.

She's probably afraid I'll turn up
drunk and make myself obnoxious again.

Mind if I sit? No.

Right. Well...

I guess you know the
problem's not hilary. It's me.

I think I need help.

Well, if you realize that,
then half the battle's over.

You have a nice sense of color.

Thanks.

Would you like a soft
drink or something?

No. No.

You like to read? Yeah.

Heh. Cop that reads, huh?

[Chuckles]

-Poetry?
-Sometimes.

I have to be in the mood.

Yeah. I know what you mean.

With hilary and me and,
I mean, in our marriage,

I kinda wanted a mood to come.

You know poetic mood.

How does that go?

"Teacher, tender comrade...

Wife...

A fellow-farer
true through life."

I wanted to say that to hilary but
I'm not Robert Louis Stevenson

and she's not exactly
Mrs. Stevenson. She's...

What is she?

[Book thuds]

Nothing.

Oh, you know, she's
the big psychology expert.

Authority on the
matters of mental health

and she's always pinned
these labels on me.

And I can't accept that from
her. And I thought that maybe...

I don't know you could
tell me what to do.

Well, no, uh, I can't
do that, Shawn.

That's something you've
got to work out by yourself.

By myself.

Uh, earlier today, Mrs.
Doherty stopped by

and she said you came
over to pick up your things.

And she had the impression
that you had a gun.

[Laughs]

That woman!

Frustrated. You know what a gun's
supposed to symbolize, don't you?

Do you have a gun?

Toujours the lady cop, huh?

Yeah. What is it that you think?

That I consider you some
kind of threat to my marriage?

I mean, I came here asking
for your help, your-your advice.

I even brought you a present you didn't
even think was worth opening. You...

[Breathes heavily]

You and hilary.

[Exhales]

You really are gonna give
me the final push, aren't you?

Shawn, I assure you...
Shawn: Will you listen to me?

[Breathes heavily]

I'm not a violent person.

Now I know that's
difficult for you to believe.

[Chuckles]

Difficult for
anybody to believe.

But, let me tell you something.

When somebody deliberately
sets out to ruin your life,

then I think to myself,
god forgive me...

Be violent.

Protect yourself, Shawn,
even violently if you have to.

-Shawn...
-don't come any closer.

I have to ask you again,
are you carrying a gun?

And if I am?

If it isn't registered,
I'll have to arrest you.

Oh, well, of course.
That's planned, isn't it?

I mean, only hilary couldn't do that by
herself so, of course, she had to involve you.

Have me arrested,
have me committed,

while she and that
gigolo go waltzing off...

Shawn, did it ever
occur to you that...

into the sunset.

You know what I don't understand
is what you have against me!

I mean, what did
I ever do to you?

I came here...

[Breathes heavily]

I needed your respect.

No, now, Shawn,
please, please. Give me...

You, please, get away from me.

Get away. Get away from me.

[Crockery clatters]

I know what you
want you and my wife.

Well, you'll just not get it.

[Keypad dialing]

Bill. It's pepper.

Shawn Barry was just here.
And he pulled a gun on me.

I'll make out an 8-ow report
and we'll try to pick him up.

Yeah, okay. All right. Bye.

Pepper: Hilary?
-Yes?

Pepper: It's me, pepper.
- Come on in. The door's open.

Uh, your husband...

You really are some kind of
undercover cop, aren't you?

Your husband
stopped by a while ago.

Apologized and he also
brought me a present.

That's him, all right.

Well, uh, he also
pulled a gun on me.

That's him, all right.

There's a local
broadcast out for him now.

But I wonder if it's such a
good idea for you to stay here.

Where can I go? If I leave,
he could be out there any place.

Pick me off with one shot.

You've got to tell
me what to do.

That's almost what
your husband said.

Pepper, are you
equating me with him?

Just stay put and
lock your doors.

And if there's any trouble,
then call me at this number.

And remember to ask for
bunny. Not miss Anderson, bunny.

Hey, bunny, come on.
We ain't got all night.

My stew's getting cold.

I'm sorry... stew.
Hang on. Here we go.

How about a decent
coffee, bunny?

-Coffee.
-Where's my sandwich?

Oh, a sand... yours
was the salami.

-There you go.
-Thank you.

- How about some coconut cream pie?
- One left, coconut cream.

Man: Hey, bunny, I need
some ketchup and sugar.

-Ketchup...
-you got a match?

Sugar. Here's your ketchup.
Now who wanted the cream?

Disguised Joe: What am I
supposed to eat this with, my fingers?

Uh, what? Didn't I give
you any silver? I'm sorry.

Hey, bunny, you know this
coffee's worse than usual, you know.

-You must be in love again.
Man 2: Hey, can I have a straw?

You want a straw?

Please.

I don't know. She
works her butt off.

Yeah. Well, I still say she's got too much
class to work in a crummy joint like this.

Hey, if you want me to
fire her, I'll do it right now.

Not yet.

[Shawn humming]

♪ Hum, pum ♪

Evening.

Haven't we met somewhere before?

[Humming]

[Inaudible]

What'll it be, handsome?

- J-7 still your favorite, bunny?
- Love it, doll.

[Humming]

What will you have?

You know, where
have we met before?

Tiger, if we met before, you'd
have remembered it. Right, fellas?

[Laughter]

-Let me think?
-Under the bacon and tomato?

[Laughs]

Now, come on. I'm a
little busy. What'll it be?

You know, I think it
was just this afternoon.

About six o'clock. Six o'clock?

Well, if you were sitting in the chair
next to me at the beauty parlor, that's it.

[Chuckles]

Pepper: What'll you have, pal?
-Nothing.

You know, this poem keeps
running through my head

and I can't figure it out,

"teacher, tender comrade,
and her friend the cop."

That's it, isn't it? You're
sergeant pepper Anderson!

[Laughter]

The beautiful cop!

Boy, we really get some
weird ones in here, don't we?

Hey, sergeant, a little
more cream here, please.

[Laughs]

Get out of here, I'll cover you.

Hey, what was that
cop business all about?

Well, how should I know? The
guy was bombed out of his skull.

Excuse me. I
need a little privacy.

Hey, why don't you give
the little lady a break.

She's just going to the
John. You know what I mean?

Sure. Sure.

[Laughs]

Oh, geez.

[Door closes]

Joe: Hey, bill, trouble.

Hold it! Police.

[Gunshot]

[Tires screeches]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Drop it, man. Drop
it or you're dead.

Bill: Over your head!

[Siren wailing]

Shut it off or I'll blow
you apart. Shut it off!

Now put your hands on the wheel.

[Siren wailing]

They got a regular armory
out there, haven't they?

-Really?
-Anybody talking?

No, not yet. But
this guy, Brock.

I think that the d.A. Came up
with the right kind of deal, he might.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

Maybe it wasn't a
total loss after all.

Oh, hilary, sorry
know about this.

Hey, bill, we found Shawn's
car in a parking lot downtown.

It's being watched.

I think he might just have abandoned
it. He knows we're after him.

Hilary, when you and
Shawn had fights before,

and he ran out of the house,
where did he usually go?

You know, to cool off.

He'd go get drunk and then
he'd go play table tennis.

It seemed to calm him down.

Where'd he go to
play table tennis?

He usually went
to this one place.

I can't exactly
remember the name of it.

Star. Red star. On high
street near Carson Avenue.

Let's stake it out. Joe, let's
check these through n.C.I.C.

There's one thing I oughta
mention about Shawn.

This personality type if he should
ever feel cornered or trapped in any way,

he'd never ever give himself up.

I just thought I'd
better clue you in.

Thanks.

-We'll give you a lift home.
-No.

I think it's better if I came with
you helped you, helped Shawn.

We'll see. Let's go.

-Hey, pep?
-Yeah?

I didn't see any car follow
you to the cafe last night.

I thought you'd like to know.

Oh. Tell bill to wait up for me.

Yeah? Are you sure?

Positive.

[Coin clatters]

Could you give me the number
of the "astro hair stylists", please?

Thank you.

[Coin clatters]

Uh, good morning.
Could I speak to Frances?

Is this Frances?

Do you have anyone else
there, working, by that name?

No, no, I must have the
wrong number. Thank you.

It just hit me.

Somebody once said to me,

"if you ever want to
pick up a clean gun,

see old red, up on high street.

"That couldn't be you, could it?

Heh. No.

No, that's another
red. With red hair.

Not me.

I got my name
from the red socks.

Me and Van Johnson.

[Laughs]

Hey, where're you goin', man?

Look, sergeant,
I'm losing money.

What do you keep in
that floor safe over there?

Red: What is this, a shakedown?

Bill: What do you keep
in the safe, red? Huh?

You guys. Uh...

What kinda money
you talkin' about?

I mean, if you're
not too greedy...

Sit down, red, before I add
bribery to the rest of the charges.

Huh? Go on, sit down.

Red: When we're secure here,
we'll get us a search warrant.

Why are you staring
at me like that?

No reason.

Is it because of all the trouble I caused
you on account of that raving lunatic?

Why should I blame you for that?

Nothing. I'm just nervous.

Any minute he could walk in
here and start blasting away.

Why would he want to do that?

Well, you said yourself, he was
armed and dangerous, didn't you?

Hey, hilary, how do you really suppose
he tracked me down at that cafe?

Well, obviously,
he followed you.

No. One of our
partners was staked out

and he said nobody followed me.

What do you think?

Well, you could have
said something to him

when he came calling
with his olive branch.

The only outsider who knew
I was at that cafe, was you.

Well, you don't think
that I... are you insane?

All I had was the phone number.

Whenever the boss answers the
phone, he always answers, "Jose's cafe.'

anybody can look up the
address in the phone book.

What earthly reason would I have
to tell Shawn where to find you?

Well, you tell me.

Maybe, uh, to cheat
on you to kill me.

-What? Hilary: What?

She's insane.

Mrs. Barry, it seems to me,

that your husband had this crazy
suspicion about you and your hairdresser.

Okay? Only it wasn't so crazy.

You see, pep called
the astro hairstylists,

and she asked to
speak to Frances.

She tells me "Frances" has
a very deep voice for a lady.

Haven't you ever
cheated on a man?

No.

And I never set him up to
be killed by the police, either.

Is that what you
think I was doing?

I wish I could understand
why lovely little things

end up emasculating their men.

And then their husbands run
around wondering what happened.

Blaming themselves.

You know what I think?

I think your lady cop has fallen
for my charming, crazy husband.

That's what I think.

[Cackles]

Hilary, what...

-stop him! He's got a gun.
-No, please...

Hilary: Stop him!
-He wants to kill me!

Stop him! He wants to kill me!

-Shoot him! Shoot him!
-No.

Drop it! Drop the gun!

Put that gun down, Barry.

Get your hands over your
head. Come on, put it down.

Put the gun down.
Shawn, give me the gun.

No.

-Let me have the gun, Shawn.
-Now stop.

Come on. I'm here to help you.

Look what she's
been doing to you.

Shawn, you've all heard about
battered children. Battered wives.

Well, what about the
battered husband?

The guys who gets hit, hurt,

battered psychologically
to the point

where all he wants
to do is kill himself

or kill somebody, just to get
back, some of that manhood.

Look at her. Can't you see it?

We're here to
help you. I swear it.

Give me the gun. Give
me the gun, Shawn.

She's not right about me?

Pepper: No, she's not.

Okay.

That's it. That's the
boy. That's good, Shawn.

Good.

Good, Shawn.

That's good.

You're gonna take
me in, aren't you?

We wanna help you.
You want us to help you?

We want to. Come on.

I know I'm sick.

But I couldn't
admit that to her.

She's a lot sicker
than you are, Shawn.

You guys stick with this until
I can get back with a warrant.

Sergeant?

Yeah?

Can I go home?

Lady as far as I'm
concerned, you can go to hell.

[Theme music playing]