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- Tell Milo no, I won't do it.

- Milo won't like that.

- What did the review board measure today?

29 something?

- 29 feet, eight inches.

- And she missed, twice.

(gun fires)

- She was down, yes.

- She was dying!

- All right, she was dying.

- It's all right, my friend.

- She was decent until you started messing with her.

- Joe Styles is a murderer.

Murderer!

(sirens wail)

(upbeat orchestral music)

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(car horn honks)

- Cynthia,

you get home early, you hear?

- If I can, of course, Harold.

Goodbye, Harold.

Take care.

- And what the hell is that supposed to mean, huh?

- Bye.

(door shuts)

(suspenseful music)

- Well, I'm just going to start right in this area here

and then work up. - Yeah, hey,

there's a good taco stand right there on that corner.

You won't find (mutters).

- A map. - Normally there's.

- How nice.

I hear Yosemite's beautiful this time of year.

- That's a real picture postcard.

In the meantime, how do you feel about cruising

the south side with Peter here tonight?

- Only got postcards there.

- Well no, but we'll drop you a wire.

"Dear Crowley, thanks a lot."

- So long as you sign it with love, sweetheart.

- How else?

- Hey gang.

- Hi, Cynthia. - Hey!

- Joe. - Greetings!

- Hi.

How you doing, Pepper?

Hi, fellas.

Hey, don't tell me peace has broken out somewhere.

- No, but it's been pretty quiet since that big

pharmaceutical ripoff.

How do you like working with this nutty bunch, Cynthia?

- Oh, fine.

- Yeah, okay, listen Joe, Cynthia.

Take the same neighborhood.

Nobody knows it better than you guys.

Sooner or later, some of that demerol or speed

has got to show up.

- Unless it's gone.

I mean, you know, out of town or something.

- Yeah, well,

until we know better, let's just assume it's still here.

Go ahead and check in at 10 o'clock, okay?

- Okay. - All right, have fun.

- Bye.

- And how about you, sarge?

What lovely part of the city do you plan to cover tonight?

- Well, I thought maybe I might start down around

Restaurant Row and then work myself up to the music center.

How does that sound?

- You would. - Sure,

I like to see what those highfalutin,

what they do when they get together.

- Uh-huh.

What you want is a free steak and and a zaftig ballerina.

- You'll be the first to know, honey.

To tell you the truth, I'd do anything

to get free tickets to A Chorus Line.

See ya later.

- Hey, we're going for a ride.

- Sure, not to agree with you.

- The old place doesn't seem to have changed much,

except I hear that part of the old crowd has moved away.

Something the matter?

- Hmm?

Oh no.

Look, I have to find a phone in about 10 minutes.

Might be something, you know?

- You got a snitch?

- Yeah.

- Hey, you guys in narcotics use it more than we do.

It's kind of hard to build up a decent list, isn't it?

- Yeah, good clean fun, huh?

- Heavy security it looks like,

pharmacies, doctors, dentists.

And you know, there aren't an awful lot of drugs

in any one office or on a whole floor for that matter.

But still, they hit them I guess.

They go for whatever they can get, huh?

- What's up?

- He wants to meet

in the alley off 85th and Clark.

- Did he say when?

- As soon as we can get there.

- Okay, let's not keep the man waiting.

(car starts)

(suspenseful music)

- Joe.

Wait.

Let me go in alone.

I don't want to scare him.

Okay?

- [Joe] Be careful, I'll back you up.

(suspenseful music)

- Georgie?

- Over here.

(dramatic music)

What's up?

- Tell Milo no, I won't do it.

- Milo won't like that.

(gun fires)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(guns fire)

(trash cans clatter)

(dramatic music)

- Cynthia?

Cynthia?

Cynthia, why?

Why didn't you let me handle it?

- It's all right, my friend.

It's all right.

(dramatic music)

- That's it, she didn't seem to be hurting.

She just said, "It's all right, my friend."

I shouldn't have let her go in there alone.

- Oh come on, Joe.

She asked you to do it.

Here's some coffee.

- She's right, Joe.

I mean, it was her meeting.

Obviously, something went wrong with the snitch.

Pep, read the rundown on the snitch, will you?

- George Laforde, age 33.

Six drug busts in the last 20 months.

Did time.

One to six in Leavenworth, out in 18 months.

One to 10, Folsom.

Out in 22 months.

Suspected of pushing, but Narcotics gave him a pass

for over year.

- Captain Wilson, they said that this girl's been working

with this guy, Laforde, for a long time, Joe.

Tonight he was obviously high on something.

- Better go see her husband before he hears it

from somebody else.

- I'll go along with you.

(distant phone rings)

- We'll come along, Joe.

- (mutters) will want a statement.

- I got a statement.

- What's the story about you and Cynthia Martin

once being involved? - Come on, they got nothing

to say to you, give him a break will you?

Give him a break.

Joe, come on.

- Joe Styles is a murderer!

He's a murderer!

(loud smack)

He's a murderer!

- Joe.

- [Martin] Murderer!

- I'm sorry.

- [Pepper] Would you please leave them alone?

Let them have their privacy?

- It wasn't Joe's fault, Martin.

It was nobody's fault.

- What do you mean, man?

Nobody thought it was his?

It was his.

You know, you always wanted my wife

but you could never get her,

so you went out. - Would you shut up?

- Got to believe me now.

There was nothing between Cynthia and me, nothing.

- I don't believe you.

You understand?

I don't believe you!

(Martin laughs)

(phone rings)

- Hi, honey.

(phone rings)

Joe?

You okay?

(phone rings)

Pete, what's happening?

- I better answer that phone.

Yeah, hello?

Pete.

Bill, yeah, right.

All right, I'll tell him.

That was Bill.

He just got orders to transfer you to office duty.

- What? - I'll tell you about it.

Did he say for how long?

- Just as long as it takes to a point of review board

and make a decision.

I'm going to make some coffee.

- Come on, honey.

Let's sit down.

- I'll get the coffee.

- This is standard procedure here.

- Okay, two, three, four.

That's too close, close.

Now Joe, let's go through this one more time, huh?

Now you came up in that direction.

How many shots do you think had already been fired?

- Three. - Three.

That's two from Cynthia Martin's gun

and one from the assailants gun, right?

- That's right.

- In that order? - That's right.

- All right.

So how many shots did the assailant fire at you then, Joe?

- [Joe] Two, maybe three.

I'm not sure.

- And then you fired three shots back,

is that correct, Joe?

- Yes.

- Did you aim at the gun flashing?

- Just to the right of it, the way they teach you

at the academy.

Works fine unless it's a left hander shooting at you.

- How many feet did he say he measured

between the two bodies?

What was the measurement? - 29 feet,

eight inches.

Cynthia missed clean both times.

- Okay, so that about does us.

- See ya later. - Hey,

one more thing, Joe.

Ballistics is going to have to test your guns.

- Why is that?

- To compare the bullet with the one that killed

the assailant.

Can I have it?

(suspenseful music)

Thank you.

Pepper, Crowley. - See you later.

- Well, I guess Internal Affairs is next.

- 11 o'clock, right?

- Keep your head up, Joe.

(suspenseful music)

(paper crinkles)

- I hope IAD fries your butt, Styles.

- Back off me, Burroughs.

(locker slams)

- On a lot of our minds, brother.

Al Martin was my partner

and his wife was a decent cop.

At least she was decent until you started messing with her.

- Until I did what?

- Al says you,

you put your dirty hands on her.

(Burroughs slams into locker)

- [Joe] All right, come on.

Anybody else?

Huh, come on, anybody else?

- Hey, hey, Joe, Joe!

Time to settle down now.

What's the matter with you?

What about the rest of you guys?

You got something to do?

Let's skedaddle, all right?

(suspenseful music)

- It also says here on the shooter review board report

that you were positive about Officer Martin's

firing first.

Twice before the return fire that killed her.

Is that correct? - Yes.

- When you first saw Officer Martin,

she had been mortally wounded.

Is that right? - I didn't know that

at the time. - Just answer the question.

- She was down, yes.

- She was dying! - All right,

she was dying.

- Investigator Styles states he then made sure

the assailant was dead before his next move,

which was to go to the AF officer, Martin.

Now why did you do that?

- To make sure he wouldn't be doing anymore shooting.

- At you or Officer Martin?

- At both.

- Is it true that you and Officer Martin knew each other

in high school, that you both dated together a number

of times before both of you married other people?

- Yes. - And that you continued

to see her after her marriage to Harold Martin.

- We were friends, the three of us.

And if you continue this line of questioning,

I swear to you, I'll exercise my rights.

- Perhaps you don't realize that

from the IAD's point of view, you have no rights

at this time.

- The right I had in mind is, I have one man

to flatten another who is deliberately impugning

his honor and integrity.

- Impugning?

That has a nice ring to it, Investigator Styles.

I hope you don't intend on becoming physical.

Think of how that would look on your record.

- This is just a preliminary discussion

as far as we've gone

unless there's any part of your story you want to change?

- No.

- All right, please keep yourself available at all times.

Make sure your immediate superiors know how to reach you

at any hour of the day or night.

- Joe, how did it go?

- Oh, all I can say is I feel guilty

until I can prove I'm innocent.

Frankly old buddy, I don't know how to go about doing it.

- Joe, Bill, look at these.

Cynthia's shooting scores for the last couple of months.

(distant phone rings)

- Every shot's in the black.

- Mm-hmm.

- At 75 feet.

- What did the review board measure today?

29 something?

- 29 feet, eight inches.

- And she missed, twice.

- Well, it looks like we got a couple things to do.

We gotta have her gun checked for accuracy.

We're going to be there when they post the body, autopsy.

- Why an autopsy?

- To see if she was on something, Joe.

- She wasn't a user. - Oh?

- Well, as far as I know.

- I know we don't need Martin's permission,

but it would be best if we tell him, don't you think?

- What, the autopsy?

Yeah, yeah.

It's a good idea.

You want to go see him now?

- Yeah.

Joe?

- I'll wait in the car.

- [Bill] Come on.

- Look, for a while, the both us went out with Cynthia.

She fell in live with Harold and they got married.

I was the best man.

- But you stayed friends?

- Yeah, then I met Harriet and we got married

and he was my best man.

After the kids came along, we didn't see much

of each other.

We didn't have time.

Then Harold left, of course, to join the Marines.

- So he was wounded early?

- Yeah, but he recovered and he passed the physical

to return to active duty on the force,

but he decided not to.

- You know why?

- I don't know.

We never talked about it.

(birds chirp)

(car doors slam)

- You are out of your mind, man.

Do you now what you're saying?

- Harold, we checked Cynthia's shooting scores.

She was an expert.

- So, she was an expert?

- She missed by a foot-and-a-half at close range

and that couldn't have happened unless there was something

wrong with her.

- Or wrong with her gun!

- Okay, they're checking that out.

But I got to tell you Harold, if that comes back okay,

then they got to do an autopsy.

I'm sorry.

- So why you telling me, huh?

You gonna do it anyway.

Why you coming in here and twisting a knife

in my guts, huh?

- Because we all loved Cynthia.

We loved her.

It's just common courtesy that we wanted to come by

and tell you.

- Harold, we'll be in touch, okay?

Pep.

- Wait a minute, now wait a minute.

Now you listen to me.

You leave her alone.

Please, leave her alone.

I mean, Cynthia never took nothing for no type of pain,

not even aspirin and man, you gonna now to cut her?

It's no good.

Tell me one thing.

Why ain't that Joe Styles here, huh?

Yeah, I tell you why.

Because he's responsible, that's why!

If it wasn't for him, my wife would still be alive.

- He's outside in the car and it wasn't his fault.

He'd like to tell you that himself

if you'd let him.

- You want him to come in?

- No, no, no!

Now you get out, both of you.

You too.

(flute music)

- Awfully sorry, Harold.

(flute music)

- [Man On Phone] Yeah?

- Where the hell have you been?

This is the 10th time I tried to get you.

- [Man On Phone] Who is this?

- Martin, Harold Martin.

I got to see Milo and I got to see him right now.

- [Man On Phone] Hang on.

- [Dispatcher] 12-190 to 12-150.

- Go ahead, 90.

- [Dispatcher] 12-150.

That weapon you had checked for accuracy, the report is in.

Do you want it now?

- Yeah, let's have it.

- [Dispatcher] Positive all the way.

Alignment in rifling perfect.

Bench firing, 97% at 25 yards.

- Roger, 90.

(upbeat music)

- All right.

And I know that Georgie Laforde was getting it from you.

He was your man.

- Yeah, what if he was?

- Well, he was my wife's only source for the demerol

and now,

and now they're both dead and you just got to help me,

Milo, man.

You really got to help me, man.

- Come on, Harold.

All right, there's two questions.

What happened the other night, everything was set.

- I don't know.

I ain't got no idea.

They had a beef, maybe.

- Mm-hmm.

Question number two, why should I help you?

I don't owe you a damn thing.

- I helped you some!

On jobs.

And I'll do it again if you want.

- I don't want.

You're not reliable, no junkie is.

- Listen, Milo!

I need man, I need bad.

- (laughs) It's expensive.

- Okay, I'll pay you when I can.

- No, not good enough!

- No!

Now listen to me, I'm through with begging.

You understand that?

Man, if you turn me down, I will blow the whistle

all over you.

You know, yeah.

Now see, the cops are listening to me.

You know that.

- (laughs) You would do that to me and Cynthia?

- Only if I have to, Milo.

Please, please (sobs)!

- (laughs) Come on, now.

I was only kidding.

You know that.

(Martin laughs)

- Thanks Milo, man.

You'll never regret this, man.

Thanks (laughs)!

You will never regret it (laughs).

- Hey Willie, he said I wouldn't regret it.

Make sure I don't.

- [Pepper] He okay?

- Yeah, he's napping.

Joe too.

Boy, they got quiet up there.

Pepper, what are you doing here this time of day?

- Well,

maybe it's none of my business and you can tell me so,

but well,

I know that you've read about Joe and Cynthia,

what everybody's read.

- Yeah, so what are you trying to say?

- I'm not sure how much Joe brings home

of shop talk.

Our work gets pretty dull sometimes, but,

well, we were together on a stakeout

not too long ago.

I don't know how it came up, but he started talking

about you, meeting you, marrying you.

I forget his exact words, but he said something like,

"You know Pepper?

"When I open that door and see that beautiful and good wife

"and I hold her in my arms, then I know

"I've finally made it."

he said, "Man, then I found out what real happy is."

He loves you very much.

- Pepper, I think you should leave now.

That's about the first time since this whole thing

started happening.

I think I'm going to start crying.

- Harriet?

Joe didn't have anything going with Cynthia.

(phone rings)

I could say I gave up the office, but I won't.

- Pep?

- Yeah?

- Harold Martin just turned up,

dead.

Bullet through the back of his head.

(suspenseful music)

- Sometime between five and 8:00 p.m.

Wrists bound behind him, one bullet.

Hit in the back of the head, .45.

Death was instantaneous.

- Doc, listen.

What he murdered where his body was found?

- No, no, the body was moved

from wherever the homicide occurred to the city dump.

There's another thing, Crowley.

Martin's sister was so full of demerol that it probably

would have killed any normal person of this size and weight.

- Demerol?

- He's an addict.

Of course, there's no way I can tell for how long,

but my guess would be a number of years.

- Doc?

What about the autopsy on Cynthia Martin?

- Well, no evidence of drugs whatsoever.

Not even alcohol.

No, officer Martin wasn't under the influence

of any chemical or medication at the time of death.

- Okay, doc.

Thanks very much.

- Crowley.

- Harold Martin was wounded in the war, right?

- That's exactly what I was thinking.

- And from there, he was taken to a field hospital

where the would was treated thoroughly.

No sign of infection.

The medication was tetracycline

and demerol.

Excuse me,

I'm sorry.

Demerol administered intravenously.

No, here it is.

Recuperation 14 weeks in a San Diego Naval hospital.

Released 10, November, 1973

with a strong recommendation that he enroll

in the Federal Methadone Rehabilitation Program.

- But he was addicted, right?

- Well, I don't come right out and say it,

but that's what it means.

- What about the methadone?

Any record of his taking the program?

- Mm, yeah.

And not until February 1974 though.

He came in the clinic and asked for it himself.

Six weeks, apparent cure.

No, no, wait, wait, no.

He was back in February, 1975.

Dropped out after three treatments.

- And he's never been back since?

- No.

- Nice place. - Yeah.

- You know, soldiers' homes are over there, you know.

- Oh.

- I played many a baseball game on this lot.

- Baseball?

What position?

- Tailback.

- Oh, oh you.

- You're about a million miles away, aren't you?

Where were you just now?

- Yeah, was back in that alley with Cynthia.

You know something?

That Georgie Laforde who shot her.

- Yeah?

- He wasn't just her snitch.

I think he was her connection.

- Say, that's very possible,

very possible.

So she got her demerol for Harold.

- More and more, all along

until she probably couldn't take it anymore.

I know I couldn't.

She was an expert.

Even if Laforde was moving, at that distance,

there is no way she could have missed him

except on purpose.

- What you're talking about is a thought I had

in the back of my mind.

We're talking about suicide, right?

- Yeah.

- But there's no way that Internal Affairs

or anybody else is going to buy that.

You know that. - We can prove Harold

Martin was an addict. - That's not evidence.

It would only be evidence if Harold Martin could testify.

It's a little late for that.

- All right, what if we could find

the Georgie Laforde source?

Then maybe we could find

Harold's killer. - Yeah.

Still not going to help Joe an inch.

- And it didn't bother you that they were assigned

to work together?

- No, should it have?

- Even though you know your husband

had probably had an affair

before you and your husband were married?

- I never knew any such thing.

- Surely you must have suspected it.

Cynthia Martin was a very attractive woman.

- She was also my friend.

You know, you're being very insulting.

- Does Joe,

Investigator Styles, ever talk in his sleep, ma'am?

- Now how the hell would I know if he talks in his sleep?

I never slept with him.

- Neither of you ever took a little nap while out on duty?

You deserve commendations.

- Oh, really?

You know what you deserve?

Let me tell you something.

I would be content, no, that's not true.

I would be delighted if Joe Styles was my partner

until the day I retire.

You know what I mean?

I trust him with my life.

- So did Cynthia Martin.

- And that's about all I can tell you.

Joe is a very dear man and his wife

is one of my closest friends.

I don't see how you could possibly get me to say

anything malicious about the entire family.

To be honest with you, may be honest with you?

- Oh sure, of course.

- Your technique is lousy.

Insult and or accusation is pretty tired, you know.

I've often wondered how they pick you

over at Internal Affairs?

- It's all part of police procedure.

Selections are made on the basis of personality

and psychological stability,

and there's a lot of training involved,

and promotions.

- You know something, sergeant?

You would be sensational in IAD.

Oh yeah. - Absolutely.

- Sergeant Peterson, what's your first name?

- Carl. (man laughs)

- Carl,

don't do me any favors.

- [Investigator] And by now, we've questioned most

of your associates about you.

- And my wife.

- And a lot of old acquaintances, including your high school

basketball coach, who said you once punched him

on the nose.

- He was bad news and a lousy coach,

but then again, we all make mistakes, don't we?

- Like you did the night Cynthia Martin was killed.

That's what we're calling it, a mistake.

- One more thing, Styles.

You case still isn't closed.

- Case?

What case?

- Investigation, okay?

Your investigation is not closed.

- Hey, Joe!

Hey, congratulations.

We heard the good news.

- It's great, Joe.

- Thanks, but did you see this?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

- Been sort of desensitized.

- Yeah well, the chief doesn't want you

to come back on the team until we get this narcotics

thing wrapped up.

- You forgot to say we will.

- We will. - We will.

- That's better.

- Night watch, four to midnight, Monroe District.

The pits, but you're worth it, Joe.

- It's about an hour-and-a-half from home.

Kids will probably forget what I look like.

Said the investigation is not closed yet.

- Oh, they always say that.

That's the second thing they learn, right?

After they learn to tie their shoes.

(Pepper laughs)

- Well, I'll try to keep my spirits high.

You guys take care.

- We will. - See you soon.

- Take care, thank you. - Okay.

- Remember that cop whose picture was in the paper

with Martin and his wife?

The guy who wasted Georgie Laforde?

- Yeah, Styles.

What about him?

- Well this you're going to love.

They got him working as a detective at night

own on Monroe.

- What shift?

- Four to midnight.

(Milo chuckles)

(lounge music)

- Hey, hi lads.

- Manny.

- Hi.

New partner?

- Yeah, me and Joe Styles.

- Manny. - Styles, Manny.

- Styles?

Hey wait a minute, I think I have a message for you.

Yeah, yeah.

- You know whose number this is?

- Man said if a cop named Styles come in

to have him call.

- Thanks.

(lounge music)

(bell dings)

(phone rings)

- [Man On Phone] Yeah?

- This is Investigator Joe Styles.

Someone from this number call me?

- [Man On Phone] A friend of yours wants to talk to you.

You call in tomorrow at seven to meet.

- What's it about?

- [Man On Phone] Cynthia Martin.

And come alone.

(phone dial tone)

(loud knocking)

(door slams)

- Hey Joe, thanks for coming by.

- Cynthia Martin.

What about her?

- Just a second.

(Milo snaps)

Gotta check to see if you're wired.

This is strictly confidential.

(Joe exhales loudly)

It's all right, leave the piece alone.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Can I fix you a drink, Joe?

I heard you got a bum wrap.

- Look, cut the cheap con.

You got a story to say, say it and make it simple.

- All right.

First, Georgie Laforde worked for me.

Second, I knew he was your chick's snitch.

Third, he was also her supplier.

Demerol for the husband for years.

- So far you haven't told me anything I don't already know.

- But you gotta know this.

She never paid a dime for that stuff.

She hold me and she was grateful

and she was going to perform a certain service for me,

but I think I got stiffed.

As a matter of fact, she had you out for it too.

So now I want you to perform that certain service.

Joe, you don't have anybody to testify

that Cynthia Martin was dealing drugs.

Now maybe I can produce that with her,

somebody to testify in court.

You destroy her reputation, you restore your own.

- Keep talking.

- Not far from where you're patrolling,

there's some merchandise I want to pick up.

So on a certain night at a certain hour,

you radio for help.

You follow me?

- Way ahead of you.

- The car pull patrol cars in area away,

strips the convoy from the merchandise.

The drugs, right?

Cynthia Martin would do that for you?

(dramatic music)

- You better think about it, Joe.

Go on, get out of here.

(suspenseful music)

Whether he decides to play or not,

we're going to make our next move today.

- I don't like it, Milo.

I never have.

- I don't care whether you like it.

You just do it, dummy.

(dramatic music)

- There we go!

(dramatic music)

(Harriet screams)

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Man On Phone] Baby?

- What is it, Sylvester?

- Hey Joe.

Thought you'd like to know the wife and the kid are okay.

- What?

- What?

Thought you'd like to talk to them.

It's your husband.

He's all shook up.

- Joe?

- Harriet, are you all right?

- Yes, I'm okay.

What about Petie?

Is he all right?

- Petie's fine too.

Joe?

- [Joe] Are you sure?

- The man says to do exactly what he wants you to do

and then everything will be okay.

- [Joe] Okay, all right.

- Hey, hear that baby?

Everything's going to be okay.

(door shuts)

It's very simple.

- Just don't hurt my family.

- What you got to do at 8:30 p.m. sharp,

go on to 12th and Branch, get on your little car radio.

You say, "Officer needs help," okay?

(phone drops on receiver)

- I need to get down finance.

Some hang up at the last voucher I turned in.

- I knew they would catch up with you some day.

- Yeah.

Hey, Joe called.

He wants one of us to call him.

Hey, you take that, will you?

I'll be back in a minute.

(phone rings)

- Yeah?

- Joe, it's Pepper.

How are you?

- Oh, I'm fine Pepper.

Yeah.

- What is it, Joe?

We just got in and got your message.

Is something wrong?

- Hmm?

Oh, no, no.

It wasn't important.

- You sure?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Joe?

(phone clatters back to receiver)

- [Bill] His shift doesn't start until four.

He's probably still in the parking lot.

- I've got a feeling that whatever was bothering him,

he decided not to talk about it.

- Really? - Isn't it obvious?

- Ain't no way I'm going to do that.

So what do you want to do?

Pick up where we left off?

- Hey, Joe!

What's happening here?

What's the problem here?

- Hitch is out.

I've been assigned to ride with Mr. Styles.

- Look, if you guys don't want to work together,

it's very simple.

One of you goes to the watch command and asks

for reassignment.

You know that.

- Not me, I'm taking the assignment.

- What about you, Burroughs?

- I'll do it.

I don't want any part of him.

- He's a real winner, isn't he?

- Hey look, guys.

I'm sorry, okay?

I just shouldn't be so touchy.

- Maybe you have a right, Joe.

Why don't you go in and ask for another partner?

- [Joe] Oh.

- Hey Joe?

What's happening, friend?

Huh?

What's the matter?

- Look, something big is going down and I got

to be a part of it.

They got Harriet and my baby.

- What?

(tires squeal)

(distant honking)

- Okay, can everybody see the sign?

Then wait until they takes the drugs off the train

and have secured the warehouse here.

Then when the trucks move out to make delivery,

that's when they hijack.

Now lately, our security measures have put a stop to that.

Now what they're going to try to do is to steal

that protection away from the trucks.

Okay, at 8:30

the truck and our convoy move out.

Now everybody's got the plan.

I just want to be sure of one thing.

I want to be sure you guys in the patrol cars

make it look as real as possible.

When you hear Styles here yell for help,

you make it code three all the way.

You got that?

Any questions?

Okay, get back out on the streets.

Oh, 13-A-45?

You take the intersection of Acacia and 96th.

47, you pull to the end of the street.

(car engines start)

(car doors slam)

Joe?

About 6:40.

I think you better get back to the diner.

Look, when they call you, just be sure

that they play by our rules.

You understand?

- I'm gonna go.

Harriet and the baby has to be in plain sight

on opposite corner from you 20 seconds after I call for help

otherwise, it cancel out.

- That's right.

Pep, you go with Joe.

Everybody else goes with me.

It will work, Joe.

We'll make it work.

(suspenseful horn music)

(truck engine hums)

(suspenseful horn music)

Okay Joe, now.

- Charlie, 17.

Officer needs help.

12th and Branch, officer needs help.

12th and Branch.

I repeat, officer needs help, 12th and Branch.

(car horn honks)

- [Man] Hey, you go on ahead.

We got an officer needs help call.

We'll catch up.

(tires squeal)

(siren wails)

(truck engine roars)

- Joe?

(suspenseful horn music)

(gun shots)

(suspenseful music)

(baby cries)

- It's all right.

(suspenseful music)

- You all right, Harriet? - Yeah, I'm okay.

- [Pepper] You okay?

Are you all right?

- [Harriet] Yeah, I think so.

Here you go.

Joe.

(baby whimpers)

(suspenseful horn music)

(tires squeal)

(car doors slam)

- [Officer] Okay, friend.

We'll take this load from here.

Put up your hands

where we can see them. - Okay, let's go.

Get up!

Come on, come on. - Okay.

- [Officer] Get them into the car.

Let's skedaddle.

(car doors slam)

(car engine starts)

- Calling all units, let's go, let's go.

(suspenseful horn music)

Let's move!

(upbeat dramatic music)

(siren wails)

(tires squeal)

(siren wails)

(suspenseful music)

Let's go.

Hey, let's go!

Move it, move it!

(suspenseful music)

Let's go, let's go!

(tires squeal)

(suspenseful music)

(siren wails)

(truck door slams)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

Cuff him.

(tires squeal)

(siren wails)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

- Seis, cinco, cuatro.

(men and women laugh)

(men and women chatter)

- How'd it go, Bill?

- That's all right.

What, are you kidding?

- Hi, Bill. - Hi honey,

how are you feeling?

- Oh, good. - Hey, Bill.

- Hey Joe, you okay?

- Well, I'm getting there.

- Everything go okay?

- Fantastic.

Besides, what Narcotics is going to do to Sylvester

and we got him on two counts of conspiracy,

and kidnapping, and murder when his little friends

get through with him.

- Great.

- He listen, can I fix you a cup of coffee?

- Sweetheart, I would love to have some of your coffee.

We've got work to do.

Joe, what's the matter?

What kind of father are you with your kids up

this time of night?

- Yeah, I gotta get my family to bed.

- We got work to do.

Let's go, Pep.

- [Pepper] Reports, I hate them.

(man mutters)

- Joe?

By the way? - Yeah?

- Your assignment's been changed again.

You're back with us, buddy.

- I'll have to let you know about that.

- Yeah, you do that. - See you in the morning.

- Goodnight, sweetheart.

- See ya later. - Thanks.

- Take care of yourself. - All right.

- Joey?

Joey, come on now.

It's time to go to bed, buddy.

Come on.

- Ah, these reports are going to kill me.

- This is my last 520 form.

What's on your mind?

- The other day outside of Veteran's Hospital,

that nutty idea we had about Cynthia Martin?

Well, I haven't mentioned it to anybody else.

(soft clarinet music)

- Neither have I.

Why don't we just leave it that way, okay?

(orchestral music)

(upbeat orchestral and horn music)

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