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So | don't know.

| mean, | know how his folks
feel about it,

but | told him to change his major.
What do you think?

It depends on what he wants.

Well, he better want me.

- He seems to.
- Yeah, but he's into so many things.

| mean, there really isn't any time,
you know?

There isn't enough time to be sure.

Well, why don't you get a place
together next semester?

Well, listen to the fem.

And what would your father do
if you made that scene?

Mike?

Oh, he'd be cool about it.

Once | convinced him
it was more than just a sex thing.

- And how would you do that?
- Talk.

- He listens?
- Sure.

When he's through shouting.

Well, | don't know.

That doesn't sound much like
the father

that drives all the way across the bay
to meet a bus in Oakland

just so he can spend
an extra half-hour with his daughter.

Well, that's different.

How?

That's love.

Come on, let us
take you home from here.

No, no. You go ahead.

| can use the extra time to think.

| might not have much
when | get with Mom.

- Not after | lay it all on her, anyway.
- Okay.

But listen, if she's not there,

or if she is and it gets to be a hassle
or anything, just give us a call.

- There will be plenty of tuna casserole.
- Thanks.

- Jeannie. Here.
- Hey, Mike.

Hi.

Oh, let me take a look
at you, sweetheart. Hi.

Sometimes | forget how lucky | am.

Oh, hold your praise, kind sir.
| think | blew a couple of finals.

Well, a couple of finals,
I'm not gonna worry about.

But if you had end up looking
like me instead of your mother,

we would have had big problems,
wouldn't we, huh?

What about your roommate?
She coming?

Oh, she had some things
she wanted to work out.

Wanted to be alone
before she got home.

And pick a place.
We're gonna put on the feedbag.

Super. Listen, | heard about
this little spot up on Potrero Hill.

- Specializes in home cooking.
- No, sir.

This is something special. Get in.

We're gonna celebrate tonight.

Now, you said pick, | picked.

- Are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

And | told Val we'd wait for her to call,
in case she wants to join us.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Main depot, miss. San Francisco.

Wake up, miss. End of the line.

What happened?

- | burned my finger.
- Trigger finger?

The one | type my reports with.

- Out. Out until everything is ready.
- Smells so good.

Stop snooping around, now.
Come on.

- Wait, you said something about wine.
- In the refridge.

Chilled, huh? Must be white.

White must be fish or fowl.

Everybody in this family's
gotta be a detective.

Scampi?

Will you take the wine and get out?

Lobster thermidor.
King crab Duglere?

Sure, I'm gonna compete with
the best restaurants on the wharf.

When was the last time
you had anything

but tuna casserole around here?

Yeah, well, when was the last time
the chef got a complaint, huh?

Riesling. Perfect.

And chilled glasses.

- This third one for Val?
- | thought she was coming.

Well, she didn't call.
| guess everything's all right.

All right. You got what you need?

Send me the prints
as soon as possible, will you?

Anybody know who she is?

Name's Valerie Mercer.
Lives three blocks from here.

Born February 10, 1954.

An Aquarian.
All right, get her downtown,

have prints taken on the knife.

What do you figure,
somebody held her from behind,

- planted that in her from back there?
- | don't know, maybe.

Nobody saw this?

Nobody we can find.

What about the driver?

He's in the lounge.

His name's Lediker.
Herman Lediker.

| don't know. | had...

You know, about half a load
pulling out of Phoenix, | guess.

| think she was with me
for most of the haul,

but, you know, | couldn't swear to it,
you know?

Was she alone?

- No. There was another girl.
- Did they get on together?

Yeah. Yeah. You know, | think so.

| couldn't swear to that either.
They were together later,

say from Needles on.

So they probably got on together.

My God, she's just a kid, you know?

- Did you see this girl get off?
- Yeah.

Yeah, in Oakland. | remember that
for sure because she thanked me.

Seemed like a--
You know, a real nice kid.

Now, did you notice Miss Mercer
after the girl got off?

No. You know,

you drive these big bruisers,
you just keep your eye on the road,

not who's riding with you.

Yeah.

How many passengers did you have
when you arrived?

Oh, six, seven tops.

Did you catch any names, faces?
Anything?

No, you know, this ain't no
champagne flight with reservations.

People get on,
you see hands and tickets,

they get off, you see backsides.

Yeah. So the only other passenger
you remember is this other girl, right?

Yeah.

You wanna give me
a description of her, please?

Well, she didn't look like no killer.

Was she young, old, light-haired,
dark-haired, what?

Oh, about 18, 19.

College girl.

Dark hair, blue eyes,

no real knockout,

except when she smiled.

She had a real nice smile.

Wait a minute.

Did you say
this girl got on in Phoenix?

Yeah, | think so.

Now, isn't Arizona State
right near there?

Yeah, it's in the suburbs, in Tempe.

Come on, Mike.

You're not really gonna get uptight
about it, are you?

No, no, I'm not uptight.

| just didn't think it was something
you were interested in.

- Not a woman's field, you mean?
- Well, yes.

No, no. | just-- Look.

There's no reason a woman
couldn't build bridges

and buildings like a man, | guess.

It's not just building things.
It's planning.

Environmental architecture.

You know, master plans
for communities. Cities, even.

| guess we can always use
a lot of planning, couldn't we?

- You hate it.
- No.

- You do.
- No, | don't.

If you can get to like my
tuna casserole,

| guess | can get to like the idea
of you being an architect.

I'll get it. Could be Val.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Steve. How are you?

Okay, okay. You?

Fine. | thought you might be
dropping by this evening.

No, not tonight, Jeannie.

- Well, how about tomorrow?
- Here, let me have that phone.

Come on. Architecture, okay.
Dating a cop, nix.

- Ten-four, Steve.
- Never mind--

Ten-four. What's this 10-4 routine?

Did you hear that 10-4?
Yeah, what's up?

- Is Jeannie off the line?
- Yeah. What is it?

Okay, Norm, just stay there,
let me know what happens, right?

Right.

Steve.

Lab's been working all night.

Dusted the entire bus,
came up with at least 50 good prints.

- What about the driver? Get his name?
- Yeah. Lediker.

- Did you talk to him again?
- Nothing yet. Nothing.

- | wanna see him.
- Right.

Got the bus in impound,

| called the Dean of Women,
some of Valerie's teachers,

they said the same thing
Jeannie did.

- No enemies.
- Had to be one.

Could've been a freak
trying to pick her up.

- Does Jeannie remember anything?
- No.

That was one call | didn't wanna make.
When the driver gave the description

and Mrs. Mercer said Valerie was
coming home from the same school,

knew it had to be Jeannie.

Good thing you called when you did.

We went over to the Mercers'
right away.

Jeannie stayed the night with them.

Valerie's brother's
coming home this morning.

Just wish we had a motive.
That's the toughest.

| want him.
| don't care how tough it is.

That's him.

You're sure, sweetheart?

He's the one.

Leonard Cord.

- You know him?
- Yeah.

| nailed him when he was 18.
That would make him about, oh,

I'd say, 30 now.

So | suppose some parole board

decided all he owed society
was 12 lousy years.

Paroled felons have to register
when they come into a town.

Yeah.

Leonard C. Cord. C is for Collier.

Did he register?

I'll wait.

I'm here. What's the address?

Well, now, wait a minute.

That's too far uptown for this creep.

Okay, thanks.

Wanna make a house call?

Mike?

What did you arrest him for?

Well, | don't remember.
It's been 12 years.

It's on his rap sheet.

And since when does Iron Mike
remember a name and a face

and forget the charge?

Now, you just forget it, sweetheart.

| wanna know.

- Now, what difference does it make?
- | wanna know, Mike.

Rape and murder.

You got a number on the unit?

202.

Who is it?

Police. Open up.

Afternoon.

- Sergeant.
- Good afternoon.

Spread.

You know the magic word is "please"?
Just "please."

Get his jacket.

Been a long time, sergeant.

Long enough
to learn the harmonica?

No, | learned that when | was a kid.

Hard to believe you were ever a kid.

You've seen my rap sheet, sergeant.

Goes all the way back
to when | was 12.

- Twelve's a kid.
- So now you're a comedian.

You like the bright lights
and centre stage, huh?

| got just the spot for you.

All right, feet behind the black line.

The gentleman with the hat on,
would you take it off, please?

Don't think you were wearing it before.
Thank you.

Can you pick him
from out of the line?

The man in the middle.
| couldn't miss that smirk.

Get the bus driver.

How can you be so sure?

Because he was almost
as close to me as you are.

- | told you before.
- Where was that?

At the streetcar stop.

Well, what about the bus
from school?

Well, sure. There too.

But the make you gave me came from
what you saw at the streetcar stop.

Mike, what's the difference?

He was on the bus,
he was on the streetcar.

The murder was on the bus,
not on the streetcar.

If you can't raise your hand in court
and swear to a positive identification,

we've got nothing.

Now, can you swear?

Well, | can certainly say
he was wearing that mackinaw.

Jeannie, baby.

A defence attorney would beat our
brains out with that kind of evidence.

| Know it was the same man.

So do I.

But knowing and proving
are two different ball games.

Don't worry.

We'll see what the bus driver
comes up with.

| wanna do what's right, lieutenant.
You know that.

| certainly do.
You just take your time.

| think | spotted him.

I'm not really sure.

But I'm sort of almost positive.

Good. Who?

I'm not absolutely certain.

Mr. Lediker.

The last guy on the right.

He's been on the police force
the last six years.

Must be a real bummer.

Get your murder case
all roped and tied--

Just stow it.

Right. Your playground, sergeant.

Lieutenant.

That's the magic word, Cord.
Lieutenant.

Congratulations.

- Give him your jacket.
- Yes, sir.

Whatever's right, sir.

- Where did you board the bus?
- Bus?

- | was supposed to be on a bus?
- That's right.

Phoenix to San Francisco.

Came into town at 7:20 last night.

No. Somebody gave you
a bum steer, sergeant.

Where were you yesterday morning?

Denver, Colorado.
The Mile-High City.

Mike, boarding pass,
Denver to San Francisco.

Flight 103.

Arrived right on the button,
3:40 in the afternoon.

You can check with one of the
stewardesses. She'll remember me.

Name's Patty.

- Why Denver?
- Why not Denver?

Okay.

- Where did you go from the airport?
- Right to where you found me.

Nice pad, huh?

Not bad for a guy that you said
would never see the streets again.

This your harmonica?

That's right, Jack.

Who is Valerie Mercer?

She's a dead chick.

She got snuffed on the bus,
papers say.

Hey, is that the bus,
that 7:20 from Phoenix,

- is that the one you're talking about?
- You were on that bus.

Who, me, sir? No, sir.

Oh, yes.

You were playing the harmonica
on that bus.

Same song you were playing
on the streetcar.

What, you mean to tell me
there's some dude on that bus

with a harmonica like mine?

He was playing the same hymn?
"Amazing Grace"?

- Ain't that something. Small world.
- What were you doing on the streetcar?

Soaking up the sights, sergeant.

It's been a long time.

It's been 12 years.

Well, | guess that ought to do it, huh?
Okay if | pick up my stuff?

| want you in town
where | can find you.

Oh, sure, sure.

Because you and | both know
where you were last night.

You killed that girl on the bus.

And this time, I'm gonna slam
that door behind you for good.

Mike.

Grabbed those with a telephoto.

Pretty chick. She's got great legs.

Mike! Lee.

Lee!

- Give me a hand. Give me a hand.
- Mike.

- Easy, Mike. Easy.
- Take it easy, now.

You gonna tell me there's anything
in the criminal code

about taking photos in Arizona?

Or playing a harmonica
on a streetcar?

- Book him. Book him.
- What for?

- For vagrancy.
- Not on that either, sergeant.

Receipt, $2,800.

Marina Hill Condominium.
He's buying it.

Now, | don't have to quote Civil Code
899 to you, do |, sergeant, huh?

Unprovoked attack on a citizen
by the constabulary, the police?

- You wanna file, file.
- Mike. Mike.

Twenty-six years on the force
with a clean record,

the worst they'd do is give you
a little suspension without pay.

And that's not nearly enough.

Not when you're evening up
for 12 years of stir time.

You so much as lay an eye
on my daughter, and | tell you--

Lay an eyeball on your daughter?
I'll do better than that.

I'll drop by your house tonight
with some photos of your little girl

that'll just turn on this
whole squadron.

- Don't put a hand on her.
- He's trying to bait you.

Why don't you get out of here?

Get out of here
before | let him loose. Go.

Come on, punk, split.

I'll just leave these photos
with you, if you like.

I'll just take one just so I'll be sure
I'll be able to recognize her.

- Mike.
- No, Mike.

Mike, please don't. Stop it.

Let me go. Please. Let me go.

Quint and Gerhard signed up,
it's a 24-hour trail on Cord.

- What about coverage on Jeannie?
- Got six guys working.

- Well, keep on the warden.
- Right.

What's happening?

Yeah, all right. Thank you.
Thank you very much. All right.

All right, A,
he is buying the condominium,

- B, forget about the vagrancy.
- How so?

Well, his father died
while Cord was in prison.

- Insurance gave him 10 big ones.
- Ten thousand?

He also got 2,600 when he got out,
built up a lot of points in Q.

He never spent a cent, played real
good poker and he peddled cigarettes.

Oh, one other thing.
Cord bought a used car.

Paid cash for it.
Make and license is on your desk.

Steve, Cord has more bread
than you and me put together.

- Legit?
- So far.

Couldn't get the warden.
Talked to the doctor, though.

Cord was having trouble
with his throat.

Doctor told him
he had to have his tonsils taken out,

Cord wouldn't let them touch him.

Yeah, Stone.

- Brice, what do you got?
- Ten-twenty from Haseejian.

- Mike's daughter's at the main library.
- Doing what?

Running microfilm
of old newspapers.

Yeah, I'm still here, Charlie.

Look, Cord's prints
have to be on that bus.

Well, you keep that crew camped there
until they come up with something.

- Microfilm?
- Maybe she's doing a report.

Well, Norm didn't say.

Beal called in from the airport.
The boarding pass is legit.

The stewardess remembered him.
Said he was a real first-class jerk.

Even remembered
the green plaid jacket.

What about Phoenix?

He spent ten days there last month.

Registered with Phoenix P.D.
No static.

Yeah, Stone. Go ahead.

What kind of doctor?

Okay, stick with him.

Lessing. Cord's following through
on that tonsil thing.

He just left an ear,
nose and throat specialist.

Let me lay something on you.

Cord arrives from Denver
like he said, right?

Makes sure everybody sees him.

Then he picks up a cab,
he goes down to San Jose or Salinas

- and picks up the bus from there.
- No, a cab could be traced.

- He'd hitchhike.
- But do you buy any of it?

What choice do | have?

Go ahead, try it.

Steve, get those mug shots
to every ticket peddler on the route.

Right.

- Where you going?
- Home.

- I'm getting Jeannie out of town.
- What happened?

Lessing and Lockner got burned.

- | put in a new team.
- Cord recognized them, huh?

Larson and Gleason.

- Who?
- Law firm.

Tough and smart.

- What, Cord hired them?
- Yeah.

Olsen's gonna chew me up
and spit me out.

Psychological warfare.

You can't bust a guy for threatening,
you can't kick him out of town.

Can't make a move on him.

No matter what he's got on his mind,
he's had years to iron out rough spots.

Listen, | finally got hold
of the warden at Q.

Now, Cord spent all his free time
in the library.

Legal, medical books, psychiatry,
you name it.

I'm scared.

There are a thousand ways
he can get to Jeannie.

- He can pick his spot.
- No, it's you he's after.

Get you off the force, for openers.

Then he can deal with you
one on one.

Oh, no. He had his chance
to get me when | decked him.

- It's not Jeannie, Mike.
- | tell you, it is.

- You saw his calling card.
- What, Valerie Mercer?

That's right, Valerie Mercer.

Why would he kill that poor kid?

Because he wants more.

| tell you, it's Jeannie.
It's Jeannie he wants.

- Are these the ones, sweetheart?
- Yeah.

It's gonna be the safest place,
you watch.

About a hundred miles
down the coast.

Cap's been retired from the force
about a year now, left town.

And there's no way Cord's
gonna put it together.

You just keep the doors locked
and don't drink any of Cap's coffee.

Mike, | went to the library.

Went through
the newspaper morgue.

| looked up Leonard Cord's crime.

Mike, it was awful.

You just forget
that you read anything.

What he did to the girl
with a knife.

How can there be people like that?

Now, listen to me, sweetheart.

Nothing,

nothing in this world
means more to me than you

and your safety.

I'm gonna stop him.

Sit down.

If you see him or think you see him,

scream.

- Just a tape.
- Then he was here.

Don't move.

Jeannie's room. How did he do it?

It had to be when Jeannie went out.

When we were out getting flowers
for the Mercer girl.

Didn't you check
when you got back?

Well, we were out looking for Cord,
not that thing.

Hello?

Hello?

- Who is this?
- Hey, you're sounding good.

Such a pretty voice, pretty face,

such a great bod.

Leave us alone.

Hey, | dig your place, baby.

That bed's so soft.

Yeah, | tried it out.

Stop it.

It's soft like you.

It still reads like harassment.

You had to know that Cord's attorneys
would contact the DA's office

and they'd fire this
right down my throat.

Okay, okay, okay.

Is ita formal complaint?

Not yet, no. But this is
me to you, Mike, and it is formal.

| can bleed with you on this thing,
and believe me, | do, Mike.

But you can't steamroll this guy.

He put a knife
through Valerie Mercer.

Jeannie is next on the list.

We suspect that.

But these lawyers have built this thing
into a case of police persecution.

Brutality.

You're lucky that punk hasn't pressed
on that assault thing.

That was a bush play, Mike. Bush.

Are you telling me officially
that | better go by the book?

I'd burn the book if there was
a single shred of evidence.

You've got one body already.
Do you want another one?

- | want more than a harmonica.
- Okay, then you've got it.

Take it.

If | have a choice between that and
Jeannie's life, | don't have a choice.

Excuse me, Rudy. | talked to
the dispatcher down at the bus station.

On weekend arrivals like Valerie's,
there's a lot of regular passengers,

- you know, commuters.
- You got something?

| got the bus driver working overtime.

Did you take the tail off of Cord?

Well, | couldn't do anything else.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, listen. | think | got the flu.

So I'm gonna lay low
for a couple days.

Well, that's too bad.

Listen, if you happen to go out
on the street,

you know, get a prescription filled
or something,

and you see Cord, would you
give us a blast, let us know?

Yeah.

- Listen, you gonna talk to Lediker?
- Yeah.

Thanks, buddy boy.

Lediker.

Oh, hi, lieutenant.

| understand you got something
on those commuters.

Well, I've been thinking.

And?

After the dumb thing | did
at the lineup--

| don't care if you make a fool
of yourself six times a week

and twice on Sundays,
you just spit it out, my friend.

Well, there's this old lady
and her grandson.

See, | pick them up in Salinas
about every other Friday.

- Got a name?
- No.

She's a Mexican lady,
doesn't speak any English.

- The kid does all the talking.
- Well, what do you know about them?

Well, the kid's father is up here
undergoing some kind of therapy.

And every other week they come up
here and spend some time with him?

Yeah. | remember, they get off here
and then they walk.

Now, they can't have much bread,
because the kid told me once

they stay in some motel here
around the terminal.

| hope that's been some kind of help.

| can't tell you how much.
Thanks a lot.

Hey, well, any time
you need some help.

Senora Valdez,
the manager gave me your name.

Oh, excuse me,
but habla inglés, por favor?

Your grandson, is he here?

- Is he here?
- Roberto?

Si, Roberto. To translate.

Oh, ice cream. Ice cream, si, si.

- He's coming here quick? Right away?
- Si, senor.

Hi. My name's Cord.

- Dr. Anton's patient.
- Oh, yes, Mr. Cord.

Let's see.

- | believe you're checking into--
- 201.

Yes.

Workup's all ready. Tonsillectomy.

You're a bit early, though.

Nothing like a good night's sleep
if you're gonna get your throat cut.

If you'll just fill out
these forms, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Sure, | remember him.

- You're sure this is the man?
- Yeah.

He played a harmonica.

Now, look close. Are you sure that's
the man that played the harmonica?

Sure. It was a good one too.

| got a plastic one
for Christmas once, but it broke.

Son, this is important,
very important.

Where was he sitting on the bus?

- In the back.
- All the time?

No. Not when he quit playing.

When was that?

When he moved up behind the girl.

The girl, was she a beautiful blond,
about 18 or 19?

Yeah. | think he was
trying to hustle her.

- What?
- You know, pick her up.

| see it lots of times on the bus.

And then he was sitting there,
right there with her?

Yeah.

Roberto, English. English, please.

Grandma remembers too.

That's when she made me
stop looking.

When he put his arm
around her neck.

Yeah, Healy.

Yeah, Mike. Go.

I'm at the Star Motel,
1300 block on Bay.

Room 31.

| need a stenographer
and somebody that speaks Spanish.

Yeah, Vega's here. I'll bring him.

Good. Anybody hear about Keller?

- Nothing for the last couple hours.
- Okay, then move it.

Put out an APB on Cord.

Leonard Cord. Right.

Well, I'm glad you could make it.

- We're a little understaffed, Mr. Cord.
- And overpriced.

Those should give you
a good night's sleep.

You know, | think we could've
done better, you know?

If there's anything else...

There won't be.

Now, the man you saw on the bus
was playing a harmonica?

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Steve just called in
from a box phone.

Wants you to meet him
at the Legion of Honor.

Cord?

Hey, Stone.

Guess who's in the
spotlight now, eh?

Right where I've wanted you
for the past 12 years.

You really thought
| was after your little girl, didn't you?

No way, Cord.

Oh, there's a way.
There's a good way.

| had a long time to think it all out.

Guess whose gun's gonna
blast your guts away, Stone.

And guess whose gun's
gonna blast him. Right.

Two uptight cops blast each other
in the dark by mistake.

| got witnesses, Cord, who saw you
on that bus from Phoenix.

| don't care. Ain't got no witnesses
the way she died.

There ain't gonna be no
eyewitnesses here either.

Oh, they'll know, Cord.

But that's what
makes it so good, Stone,

is that they'll know.

But they can't prove.

| can prove. I's in the hospital
tonight, Stone, sleeping,

waiting to get my tonsils
ripped out tomorrow.

It'll be two whole days before
they even ask me any questions.

Go on, Stone, pull it.

| don't wanna go back.
It's just not worth it, Stone.

Pull it. Give me a break.

I'm gonna kill you.

Stone, someday I'm gonna kill you.
Pull it!

Stone...

Pull it.

Call an ambulance.

Are you hurt, buddy boy?

- | don't know what happened.
- You're okay?

- | walked right into it.
- That's all right.

He had 12 years to rig it,
you had two seconds to react.

- Look at me. You're okay, now?
- Yeah, yeah.

- All right, give me a dime.
- Adime?

Yeah, that's what it takes.
| gotta call my daughter.

She's gonna want to know
if you're all right.

- Come on.
- Jeannie.

- See you, Steve.
- Bye-bye.

- Hold it.
- | got it.

Okay.

- Bye-bye, Daddy.
- Bye-bye, sweetheart.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing, nothing.

What?

Nothing.

Daddy.

The first time
she's called me that in...