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Hi, Marty, sweetheart.
Let's have today's sheet, huh?

Thanks, pal.

Say, Marty. Hey, tomorrow.
Same time. Same station. Okay, pal?

Oh, hey, look at that.

I'm a slob, Marty. Look at this here.

I'll get that.

- I'm sorry.
- Dropped my glasses.

- I'm awfully sorry.
- Yeah, | am too. You all right?

- Yes.
- Good.

Nobody got hurt,
no harm done, no foul balls.

Everybody is all right.

Could you do me a little favour?

| got this change here.

| could use the change,
| gotta make a phone call later.

I'll give you a dollar.
You give me the change, all right?

- Here count it.
- You just only got 80 cents.

Eighty-two. It's a good deal.

- Thanks a lot, right.
- You're welcome.

Oh, those bookies.

The only time they look at their watch
is post time.

- Think he's really gonna show up?
- Oh, yeah.

Put yourself in his shoes.

You're a two-bit bookmaker,
just beginning to make it

and suddenly
a big-wheel syndicate boss

like Hoyt Llewellyn
begins to move in.

Nothing for you to do but pack up
and run, or yell your head off.

Chaffee is a yeller.

Say, wait a minute,

did | show you this new snapshot?

Yeah, it's a great shot.

Yeah. She looks happy,
doesn't she?

She does and pretty.

Jeannie's blossomed
into such a lovely lady.

Yeah, she has.

What time you got now?

Half past.

You wanna hang in
a little longer?

Buddy boy,
anybody who's gonna give us

Llewellyn and his whole
gambling operation, we wait for.

You know, Jean is with Brad's folks.
You know that, don't you?

- Brad's the guy she's going with.
- Yeah.

His folks have a place
up in the mountains.

- Snow, skiing, all that stuff.
- Christmas-y.

Hey, Dispatch
has been trying to raise you.

Healy, | told the fellows at Dispatch
where we'd be.

Look, Roy Chaffee's brother
just got killed.

Frankie got killed?

| guess they heard
Roy was gonna talk.

- When?
- About 45 minutes ago.

Over on 24th Street,
right near Castro.

- How?
- Gizmo with a shotgun shell.

Wired into the ignition.

- Professional.
- Llewellyn.

He knew Roy was coming to us.

So why didn't he hit Roy?

He couldn't find him.
Roy's hiding underground.

That's where he'll probably stay,
underground.

Then | figured on some downtime,
Mr. Llewellyn.

Clean hit and all, but the cops
have gotta put something together.

They've got to figure
that Hoyt Llewellyn contracted the hit,

if they've got your name.

Artie, how would you like
Buenos Aires?

I'd like it fine.

That's where it'll be,

after you handle
this Roy Chaffee business.

This address is his hideout,

if it's fresh.

Ten minutes old.
If he isn't there, he isn't anywhere.

You know, this is within three blocks
of the hit.

How's Abby Groat gonna take this?

He used to be very close
with the Chaffee brothers.

Exactly right. Used to be.
He's in my pocket now.

Anyway, you don't
have to handle him. | do.

You handle that.

Got it.

Taped to the underside
of the steering column.

Shotgun shell.

Yeah, wired into the ignition.
I've seen them before.

Now what we've got to know
is what have you got on Llewellyn?

Nothing. Zip.

| might get lucky and lift a print off
the metal part of the casing,

but the pipe's been wiped.

The wire is ordinary.

Whoever rigged this,
must have worn gloves.

They work fast and clean.

Do you think Llewellyn
has anything to do with it?

Jim, anybody see the guy
who wired this?

Nobody remembers him, Steve.

No description,
but we're still checking.

What about Frankie?
Didn't anybody see him on the street?

Somebody following him? Anything?

Yes, sir. There was a lady.

She talked to him just before.

My partner's trying to find her name.

- You stay with it.
- Yes, sir.

Mike.

Mike, that surveillance request
you put out on Art Styles,

they spotted his car,
900 block, Church Street.

You want an inspector team on him?

No.

- Steve, you tag him, okay?
- Right.

Now, don't move in without me.

We got nothing to bust him on.

Unless he goes after Roy.

Yeah, unless.

I'm gonna have a talk with Llewellyn.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

- Here. Here are my keys.
- Thanks.

Lieutenant, | don't understand
why you're so concerned.

You're concerned about me.
I've been right here on this boat all day.

Ask Abby.

And what about that gunsel of yours?
What about Art Styles?

Right here. Right here with me.

If you're considering rousting him
like you are me,

let me remind you
that | have an attorney.

An attorney
that's very, very sensitive.

Very sensitive about harassment.

Now, if you wanna talk,

be prepared to make an arrest
and make it stick.

Otherwise...

Sure.

Sure. | met your lawyer.

You were here too, huh?

The three of you.

See no evil, hear no evil
and speak no evil.

Groat,

why did you stand by

and let him scratch Frankie?

I'm out of it, lieutenant.

| hardly knew Frankie.

Like Llewellyn says,
nobody here knows from the Chaffees.

Roy Chaffee started you.

Picked you up when you were hustling
punchboards at a buck a throw

and made you a bookie runner
like Frankie.

Frankie stayed a runner, but not you.
You moved up.

You built your own organisation.

- Rumour. | got no organisation.
- Oh, don't give me that "rumour" bit.

| got your biography
on booking slips.

You owe the Chaffees.

A sower of discontent, Abby.
He's a sower of discontent.

Llewellyn, here,
he muscled in on Chaffees.

He wants to take over all the gambling
in the city, didn't you know that?

What's to stop him
from cutting you out next?

Do | look worried?

Lieutenant,

are you finished?

Are you through
playing "Taps" for Frankie?

And if you are, maybe
you can find your way off this boat

and back to your car.

No.

I've got a couple of minutes
left on the meter.

And | want you to understand
that if you lay a hand on Roy Chaffee,

I'm gonna have your arm
up to the elbow.

So you just stay away from him.

And keep your friend Styles
away from him too.

As for you,
anybody that has you as a friend

doesn't need an enemy.

He's on a fishing expedition.

Abby, I'm sorry | didn't have time
to tell you about this Frankie thing.

It was one of those last-minute things.
There was no other way.

Roy was going to the police.

How'd you find out, Hoyt?

How could you be sure?

Oh, | was sure.

| had his phone tapped
for over a year.

How about mine, Hoyt?

You tap my phone?

| didn't hear that.

Now, tell me about Mason.

We all set for tonight?

Sure.

Shipyard, 10:00.

- We'll take my car.
- No, no, no.

Not your car, Abby.

My car.

Your car.

Hi.

Hello.

I'm Art Styles.

I'm really sorry about being this late.

Oh, | think you must have
the wrong apartment, Mr. Styles.

No, | don't think so.

You're Mary Grace, right?

Mary Rae.

Dortmunder.

Dortmunder?

Oh, boy, | really blew it.
Take a look at that.

"Mary Grace Littlefield."

Oh, you're just one block off.
This address is just down the street.

You were close.

Wrong girl, I'm afraid.

Wrong name, right girl.

Could | use your phone?

And your phone book?
| don't have the right number.

Thanks, Mary Rae.

That's nice. Very nice view.

Yes.

I've been living here for six years.

It's a lovely view.

Can you find your number?

Yeah.

Listen, is it okay if | say something?

| mean, | usually say
what | think straight out.

Some people get... Well, you know.

What I'd really like to say is

that I'd just as soon
not make that phone call.

Well...

What I'd like to do is just sit here

and talk, whatever.

Oh, | don't think you'd find
that very interesting, Mr. Styles.

I'm a teacher.

| was just correcting papers.

What could it hurt?

Here, | haven't been to school
since | was 12.

It could only help, Mary Rae.

Well,

would you like some coffee?

Sure. Sounds good.

Mary Rae,

| like it here.

Hi.

Okay, my friend.

Third floor on the front.

Doing what?

He's with a girl.

Mary Rae Dortmunder.

Mary Rae Dortmunder.

That's a crummy name
for a go-go dancer.

She's a teacher. Schoolteacher.

Well, that's better.

Mary Rae Dortmunder.

Now, that's a good name
for a schoolteacher.

But tell me, what is Styles
doing with a schoolteacher?

He's learning.

Lessing ran her name for us.
No record.

Teaches at Everett Junior High, 31.

No connection with Llewellyn
or Chaffees as far as we know.

This is the worst looking BLT
I've ever seen.

Well, it's the best | could do.

Well, what else did you do?

Got nowhere.

If Chaffee is hiding out
in San Francisco,

he's dug himself a deep hole.

Healy and Siletti
are staked out at his house

and as far as we know,
he hasn't been around for over a week.

You know, | was thinking,
his wife's about to have a baby, right?

Yeah, so?

Well, doesn't it make sense
that he'd want to see her?

- You know, see if she's all right?
- Possibly.

But if he does, Healy nails him.

Say, how about Styles?

Does it look as though
he's gonna hang around for a while?

Looks that way, yeah.

Good.

What do you say we don't eat
in the car for a change?

Let's go somewhere where
they've got a nice white tablecloth.

Oh, I'm with you.
That sounds terrific.

- You like that, huh?
- Yeah.

I'll call in for relief.

Eight-one to stakeout.

You're right. Of course, in a way,
it is for children,

but it has something to say
to everybody.

Saint-Exupéry
wasn't only a children's writer.

He was a pilot,

an adventurer.

And a romantic.

He--

The Little Prince

is about humanity

and love.

Mary Rae,
where do you live, anyway?

I'm not sure | follow.

| mean, you're talking about Byron.
Lord Byron and those sisters.

The Brontés.

All that fairyland thing.

| mean you live
out here somewhere,

where the wallpaper never warps.
The toilets don't back up.

Well,

| just talk about what | believe,
| guess.

Do you really know
any people like you talk about?

| mean, here, now,
on this planet, in this city.

There are people
who think the way | do.

Who?

Teachers?

Have you got a guy, Mary Rae?

I've...

Sort of.

Well, now, you either got a guy
or you don't.

| guess it is that simple, after all.

No, | don't.

I'd better clear the dishes.

Sure.

Guess who's staying.

I'm not going back to my place,
Mary Rae.

| like it here.

But | have to make a call first.

Hand me the telephone, would you?

Thank you, Mary Rae.

Hello?

How are you? How goes it?

You tell me, Artie.

Everything's fine. It's right on.

I'm looking right down the barrel
at Chaffee's place this minute.

If he's in there and he moves,
he's dead.

Where are you calling from?

A chick's place.
Looks right over Chaffee's.

And how are you going
to handle that, Artie?

The chick?

Oh, that's no problem.

If you score on Roy,
you can't leave her, you know?

Oh, | know. I'll handle it.

Artie,

maybe you'd better handle it now.

Before.

| haven't let you down yet,
have |, Mr. Llewellyn?

You're seeing Mason tonight.

Is he coming in with us?

Yeah, it's all set. | just got
the final figures on the operation.

The handle on the football
and basketball pools alone

comes to nearly, get this,
1 million-six.

Abby just walked in.

- We're leaving now.
- | ought to be with you, Mr. Llewellyn.

Abby Groat's a bag of snakes
and you know that.

Yeah, | know.

But as long as you can keep
the snakes in the bag, huh?

Artie, you call me
when everything's handled, huh?

Okay.

Everything, Artie.

Artie Styles?

That's right, Abby.

You've got him on Roy?

Roy? Roy Chaffee?

You know Artie,

he's with some girl.

Ten o'clock, right?

Sure.

Hey, don't like my driving?

You drive too fast, Hoyt.

Oh, here's Mason.

Good.

Coming, Hoyt?

Just a minute.
| can't get this seat belt off.

Forget it, Hoyt.
It isn't gonna release.

The boys jimmied it.

- Abby.
- Stone was right.

You can't dump everybody, Hoyt.

That's for Frankie.

Hey.

Hey, wait a minute.

Let's go.

He can't come out.

Roy was gonna go to you people.

He would have told you
about Mr. Llewellyn.

And we knew it would've meant
a jail sentence for Roy.

But Roy's not a big criminal
like Llewellyn.

He takes bets on horses
and ball games.

We make a living.

But we don't kill.

They kill.

Frankie was a nice little guy.

Why did they have to murder him
like that?

Because they know how Roy thinks.

The murder was to show him
what would happen if he came to us.

And Llewellyn was hoping
he'd do exactly what he did.

He wanted him to hide?

Until they could find him, yes.

- When's your baby due?
- Now.

Today, tomorrow.

If | told you where Roy is

and he told you
what you wanna know...

Then we could protect him.

The other way, he's just a--
He's a walking target.

This way he has a chance.
He can see his baby.

Yes?

Who?

Just a minute.

Sergeant Haseejian.

Yeah, Norm?

You're kidding. What pier?

All right.

No, | got nothing.

Right.

Divers found Llewellyn's body
in the bay.

He's dead.

You wanna call your husband
and tell him?

Was Art Styles with him?

Then Roy stays right where he is.

You come back. Talk to me again
when Styles is dead too.

Mrs. Chaffee.

When everybody who can hurt Roy
is in prison or dead, then come back.

Great. We got nothing to nail him on
and she wants him in prison or dead.

That's what the lady said.

Anyway, | put two men outside.

Good.

| wonder how Styles will take this.

If Styles wants to make a move,
Healy will flag us.

Yeah, that's him.

That's Llewellyn.

Looks like Groat used his golden rule
before he could.

Which one is that?

Do unto others
before they do unto you.

- Miss Dortmunder?
- Yes.

Lieutenant Stone. Inspector Keller.
Homicide.

Is it about Mr. Chaffee?

Yes, itis.

| told one of your men,
we collided on the sidewalk.

He asked me if | had change
for a dollar

and then he went to his car.

The only time | ever saw the man.

You're a friend of Art Styles.

Did this friendship with him
have anything to do

with your being on 24th Street
at that particular time?

No, of course not.

What does Art Styles
have to do with that murder?

Well, we're not really sure,

but we thought
you might be able to help us.

Well,

| can't believe that he--

It isn't possible. He isn't like that.

Well, how well
do you really know Arthur Styles?

| know him.

Do you know
how he makes his living?

I'm afraid there must be
some mistake.

The Arthur Styles that | know--

This is the Arthur Styles
that we're talking about.

| didn't know anything
about that murder.

| don't think
| want to talk about this anymore.

If you'll excuse me,
| have a faculty meeting.

Excuse me.

You know, | don't really think
she knew about this man.

She does now.

Who is it?

Over there, behind those windows,
who is it?

What's the difference?
It's nobody you know.

Touch that doorknob, Mary Rae,
and I'll kill you where you stand.

Lock it.

Bring me the key.

That's why you're here.

That's all you wanted.

A room with a view.

Unit 4 has checked in
and reports no movement by subjects.

Inspectors 3-4
will assume surveillance.

Will Inspectors 8-1
maintain position?

Eight-one will maintain stakeout.

You know, your hunch
better be on the money.

It has to be, first child.

Well, you know all about that, huh?

No, no.

No, | just figure that a bookie's wife
with this much heat on

wouldn't use her phone.

She'd figure either Llewellyn's guys
got it tapped or we do.

This way, when she's ready
to have the baby,

she'll get in touch
or phone him somewhere.

- Just a hunch, huh?
- Yeah.

Not a bad one, buddy boy.

Well, thank you.

No, | don't know Roy Chaffee.
And no, he never did anything to me.

It's just business.

Do you like it?

This business?

| don't like it and | don't hate it.
I'm just in it.

| just wondered what makes a man

want to murder two people
he hardly knows.

- Money? Is that--?
- Now, look, you stay out of my head.

You just sit there.

Keep out of my way and don't push.

Hello.
This is the answer service, right?

This is Art Styles.

No, you've already got me down
for a callback,

but why isn't Mr. Llewellyn
picking up?

Well, when did he
pick up his calls last?

All right, when he calls
have him call me, huh?

There's a story
by Ernest Hemingway--

Stories. What's this with stories?

Does nothing real
ever happen to you?

It's called The Killers.

It's about a man named Swede.

He's being chased by killers.

He's running.

The way you're running
from the police.

Eight-one to headquarters.

And Swede,

he took jobs he hated

in towns he didn't like

and the killers
were always after him.

Chasing him.

Nobody's chasing me.

They're sure
you killed Frank Chaffee.

Lieutenant Stone,
Inspector Keller, they said so.

- They showed me your picture.
- It was a clean hit.

Nobody can put me with it.

They knew you were here.

They'll know if you kill that man,

if you kill me.

Who said I'd kill you?

Common sense says.

Look, Mary Rae,
| didn't come up here to get in--

Hello.

This is Art Styles again.

Didn't Mr. Llewellyn check in yet?

No, | haven't been listening
to the radio for a while.

When?

He finally gave up.

Swede. He finally knew
he couldn't run anymore.

He just sat in his room and waited.

Shut up, Mary Rae.

They hit the man | work for.

Well, then, doesn't that mean
it stops, Art?

Or do they have to kill you now?

Or do you still have to kill that man
across the street?

Explain it to me. | don't understand.

| don't expect you to understand.

It doesn't come in a book.

Tell me, then.

Doesn't it just go on and on
until you're dead

and they're dead?

And the men your people
and their people hire are dead?

Where does it stop?

It stops when everybody quits.

Then quit.

Please.

| can't, Mary Rae.

That man could have fingered
my boss.

Put him away for life.

He could do the same to me.

- Hello.
- It's Angela, are you all right?

Angela, where are you?

A phone booth on Sanchez.

It's time, Roy.
| have to go to the hospital.

Llewellyn's dead, Roy.

Are you sure?

You didn't hear that from Abby Groat,
did you?

From the police, Inspector Keller.

He got the call right at the house.

Abby must have done it, Roy.

Why don't you call him,
see where you stand?

What about Art Styles?

| don't know.

Can you come with me, Roy?

Okay, | guess.

- Yeah.
- I'll be right there.

Please call Abby.

You got to know.

All right.

Did she put one coin in that box?

| think it was one, yeah.

Local call. Figures.

He's right smack in the middle
of a half a million people.

- Did she know all about Llewellyn?
- She was there when | got the word.

Great.

This could break it wide open.

Stay on that cab's bumper.

Art.

Please.

Please quit.

Let it stop right here.

| have a car.

It's parked near the apartment.
Take it.

Get on the phone.

Find out when's the next flight
out of here to L.A.

They leave every hour,
on the half-hour.

Check it.

Wouldn't you know, a fire.

Mike, we're gonna lose them.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
This is Sanchez.

Move right on the next one.

You know we're within five blocks
of that place we're staking out?

That's why Styles was hanging
at the teacher's.

You bet your sweet badge it is.

He's sitting on Roy Chaffee.

Teacher.

Art Styles and a teacher.

Jimmy, hold it.

- He split. Mike, he's got the girl.
- He didn't get far.

- Take the back stairs.
- Right.

Art Styles.

Say, get him to the hospital
and stay with him.

You'd better take her too.

It's a blue Maverick. PCE-616.

Eight-one to headquarters.

In pursuit of a blue Maverick.

- California licence number:
- PCE-616.

PCE-616.

Suspect: Art Styles.

Armed. Dangerous.

Has hostage.

Probable destination:
San Francisco International.

The airport?

- That's what the telephone book said.
- What?

Come on, just move it.
I'll tell you later.

There he is. He's still behind us.

Abby Groat.

What does that mean?
What do we do?

We?

There's no we.

| thought you needed me

as a hostage.

Do you think your being in the way
would stop the guys in that car?

Now, we'll be lucky to get Styles
before he gets to the terminal.

Come inside, Mary Rae.

See if she knows
where he's headed.

- He said he was going to Los Angeles.
- Let's go.

Final call for Flight 74
for Los Angeles,

boarding at Gate 3.

Final call for Flight 74
for Los Angeles,

boarding at Gate 3.

Hold it.

All right, drop it. Drop it.
Get over here.

Turn around.

Here, cuff this one.

Take him to the hospital.

Flight 19. Flight 1-9 now arriving,
Gate 2, from Chicago.

Get this thing stopped.

Yeah, ever since
she's been away to school

and came home
for Christmas holidays,

why, we'd go somewhere
where it was fancy.

Top of the Mark, Ernie's, L'Toile,
just to kind of celebrate, you know?

That's very nice.

- | think you said her name was Jean.
- | did, yes. Jean.

Well, anyway,
she met a med student this year.

And they decided to spend the holidays
with his folks.

She's very beautiful, lieutenant.

Yeah, they tell me
she takes after her mother.

Yeah.

You know, | made a reservation
about a month ago,

thinking she and Brad
would be home for the holidays.

It would be crazy not to use it.

The Island House.
You know where it is?

- Have you ever been there?
- No, I've never been there, lieutenant.

Mike.

It's in Sausalito.
It's got a beautiful view of the bay.

Sort of, like, a fairyland.

| guess I'd feel right at home, then.

You know what they say
about teachers of literature.

Romantics, right?

Well,

what do you say, the three of us?
I'll pick you up at 7:30.

That would be lovely. Thank you.

Oh, | showed you the picture,
didn't I?

- No, I've never seen that picture.
- Take a look.

I'm kidding you, I've seen it before.
It's lovely. It's terrific.

Yeah, terrific.

Terrific, yeah.