All language subtitles for Streets of San Francisco S05E07 Till Death Do Us Part.DVDRip.NonHI.en

♪♪

City zoo.

Hello, Maggie.

I may be home
a little late, babe.

I'm expecting a
long-distance call from London.

Yeah, you know, on that, uh,
ten units of Gemini gold bonds.

Gold bonds?

The Gemini issue, remember?

Ten units?

Well, look, honey, they may be
trying to get through to me now,

and I've got to hang up, okay?

Maggie, I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Mr. Jarris? Mr. Jarris?

Mr. Jarris?

♪♪

Ben, you stinker, you
had me climbing the walls.

All we've got on
the Chicago flight

is in first class, Mrs. Reston.

I'll take it.

You've only got ten
minutes till takeoff.

That'll get you in
Chicago at 9:30.

She split before we got here.

Must've been in a hell of a
hurry because she left her mink.

What about the safe?

The safe's empty.

What's your pleasure?

The house. Burn it.

Anything else?

Find her.

He says to burn it.

It's a nice place.

It was.

I-I don't know what I should
tell you or what I can tell you.

I just need a place to stop
and get my head together.

Well, you know you're
always welcome here, Maggie.

Can you at least tell us
if my brother's all right?

Marty, I can't.

I don't know.

I'm gonna get my pipe.

I'll be right back.

Look, just relax

and don't think about
anything, Maggie, okay?

Drink your coffee.

Hey, when was the last
time you ate something?

Well, I'm going to
make you some eggs.

- Thanks, Ann.
- Mm.

Marty?

She's here.

You rotten...

Sure, come to Marty
when you're in trouble.

You and Ben live the high life.

You make a fortune working
with this scum and then you,

and then you come to us
when it blows up in your faces!

What right have you
to keep Annie and I

in this kind of
trouble?! What right?!

Okay, let's go.

- No.
- Come on.

- No! No!
- Out!

- Let's go!
- Get out!

Let's go!

You bunch of savages!

Just take it easy, come on.

I need a psychiatrist,
not a cage!

No wonder the
world hates you pigs!

I can't help it!

You know, he really is crazy.

Fact remains, he used this
knife on a young girl tonight.

Well, you get it ticketed
and then book him.

I know his statement's
gonna sound incoherent,

but you take 'em down anyway.

I'm going back upstairs
and finish the paperwork.

Mike Stone?

Yes.

Maggie Jarris.

Ben Jarris is my husband.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Yeah.

You can keep me alive

and help me nail the people
who killed my husband.

Sit down.

Now...

Where did the murder happen?

Somewhere around
Morristown, New Jersey.

New Jersey?

Don't knock it; I
was born there.

Now, why are you telling me this
and not the New Jersey police?

Because I had
to run for my life.

Anyway, I don't know
who specifically or why.

I wasn't there.

Then how can you be
so sure that he was killed?

Because he didn't come home.

He called.

They had our phone
tapped, you see,

and we had a code worked out.

The key words were "gold bonds."

"Gold" meant lay
a false trail to Paris.

"Bonds" meant big trouble.

Look, it's almost
3:30 in the morning.

Tomorrow, I'll put out
a missing persons...

Listen to me!

He's dead, I know it!

That's how they operate!

Who are "they"?

The gangsters my
husband works for.

I mean, you know
how organized crime

deals with employees who goof.

Can you give me names?

Oh, sure can.

Leon Cober, Herman
Small, George Anselm.

Any one of them
could have killed him.

You see, my husband is a
lawyer and financial consultant.

He invests money for people

who get it from gambling,
prostitution, counterfeiting.

If it's illegal, you
name it, they're in it.

He must have made a
mistake of some kind.

And for that they
wanted to kill you?

Lieutenant, I'm not
paranoid and I'm not punchy.

I'm in trouble because I
was Ben's private secretary.

I know too much.
Believe what I tell you.

Okay.

About a year ago, you
got a package in the mail

with $25,000 in it, right?

Go on.

The package was followed
by a phone call inviting you

to spend the money and lay off a
dope dealer name Fred Charney.

Instead of which, you
turned it in and arrested him.

Correct so far?

So far.

Then they tried to threaten
you and bust you up.

Now, although you're still poor,

you're also still
walking around.

That marked you heavy and
honest for the people Ben works with,

and they backed off.

That's why I thought
I could trust you.

Why I'm here.

I'm not saying there
aren't honest cops around,

I just wasn't sure
of anybody else.

Kerlock's...

I'm sorry. I didn't
know you had...

That's all right. Come on in.

This is my partner, Dan Robbins.

And this is Mrs... McClusky.

Well, if we're going
to be any help to you,

you're going to have
to trust us, both of us.

I don't have any
reason to trust him.

Not with my life.

I trust him with mine.

Okay.

Maybe I am getting
a little paranoid.

She believes that her
husband was murdered

and that her own
life is in jeopardy.

And her name is
Jarris, Mrs. Jarris.

And he thinks I'm a
cuckoo who's dishing out

some of the old magoo
to get a little attention.

I'm not.

In the last four
years, my husband

has laundered and invested
over $640 million in racket money.

640 million?

Give or take a few
hundred thousand.

Guess now you don't know
whether to send for the Marines

or a couple of
guys in white coats.

Look, why don't we quit dancing

and let me prove
I'm worth saving.

Hey, now, wait.
Now, look, now, look.

I called and I told you
that she was here, right?

Now, why wouldn't I tell
you where she went if I knew?

Yeah... I guess you would
have told us right now, right?

Yeah!

She just, she just grabbed
her suitcase and-and ran out.

Well, it's the truth!

We don't know where she went!

Well, I guess I have to
apologize for the inconvenience

I've caused both of you

and ask you to take
us both to the airport.

W-Well, sure.

I'll take you.

Both of you.

Well, why does
my wife have to go?

I said, both of you.

What else do you know
about Ray Andrich?

Friend of yours.

Used to be a DA.

Now works sub rosa
as a special prosecutor

investigating
corporate cover-ups

for organized crime
on the West Coast.

Well, he won't admit it.

And he's not going to
like having to change

the combination on
his office safe, either.

Mike.

I just want to ask
you a question, Ray.

At 4:30 in the morning?

That's what you get for having
an unlisted telephone number.

Does this make any sense to you?

16 left,

twice around to 38
and back to zero.

Where did you get that?

Your office safe.

Yeah, but where did
you come up with it?

Better question is...
Where did my source get it?

I'll call you in the morning.

It is morning.

Later.

Go back and get some sleep.

How can I get some sleep
when I know we've been blown?

Find the leak.

Well, here we are.

This is my house.

On this short of notice,

it's the only place I
knew that was safe.

Okay with you?

I don't do windows or ironing.

Mrs. Jarris?

How did you know
that combination?

Ben made it a habit to listen,

to pick up pieces of
information we could use

if we had to prove
our credibility quick.

Well, you proved it by me.

I'll get things started
first thing in the morning.

Good night.

Yeah. Good night.

Hey, you really are an
old hand at this, aren't you?

Believe it.

Look, nobody knows
you're in San Francisco,

and nobody knows you're here,

so why don't you
accept that fact

and, uh, maybe
you'll sleep better.

I plan to do that if I
don't pass out first.

Where do I sleep?

Thanks, Mike.

Oh, and the only thing to do

with me in the
morning is stay clear

till I've had my coffee.

- Good night.
- Good night.

♪♪

What time is it?

7:30.

Ugh.

7:30.

You get any sleep?

Enough.

Juice?

Would you mind if
I cooked the eggs?

I'd like to get even
with you for this coffee.

So, whose room did I
sleep in, or shouldn't I ask?

Well, that was my
daughter's room.

Oh, yeah, I saw her picture.

Pretty girl.

Ben wanted kids.

I couldn't have them.

Damn shame.

Hope you like scrambled.

Fine.

I'm trying to start
talking to you, Mike,

and I'm not making it.

Why don't you ask me
some more questions?

We can do that
later, Mrs. Jarris.

Mike, I've slept in your
house, I've knocked your coffee,

and I'm cooking your breakfast.

I should at least be
Maggie by now, no?

All right, Maggie.

So, what happens now?

First, we'll pump you for all
the information we can get

on mob infiltration
into San Francisco.

And since I think it's
important information,

important enough for
the federal authorities,

I, uh, placed a call

into a federal
attorney friend of mine.

You sure you can trust him?

Okay, okay, Mike.

I don't handle fear
and panic very well.

I'm trying.

Wish it would rain.

I always hang together
better when it's raining.

So, what about this
federal attorney?

He'll take you into his custody

and get all the
information he can.

And then... then you'll just

have to make a deal
with the government.

You might go on trial,

or, uh, they can give
you a whole new identity.

Maybe even a new
face if you wanted it.

After that, it's all over.

I won't last that long.

Don't worry.

Take it easy.

Just my partner.

Hi.

Morning, Mrs. Jarris.

- Maggie.
- Maggie.

What did you find out?

I woke Crowley up.

Who's Crowley?

Well, he's head of our

Organized Crime
and Intelligence unit.

He met me at the office,

and we made our
connection through OC and I,

as you suggested.

Mike, maybe we should, um...

Oh, no, wait a minute.

Uh, I'm a big girl.

Frightened, but all grown-up.

Whatever you found
out, I want to hear it.

There's an all-points
out in Jersey

for Maggie and her husband.

What's the charge?

Nothing.

Both their house and
office were torched.

Completely gutted.

Oh, my God.

And what word have
you got on Ben Jarris?

Nothing.

Hello.

Who happened to
make the call to Jersey?

Crowley talked
to the state police.

I talked to Morristown
to follow up on the fires.

Well, maybe it would have
been better if he had done both.

Well, you wanted me here

with the information
by quarter to 8:00.

There wasn't enough time.

You get your things together.

We've got to get
you out of here.

How could they
know she was here?

Well, if they had a plant

in the New Jersey
Police Department,

it would take them 30 seconds

to find out who you
are, who your partner is.

And since we don't belong

to Organized Crime
and Intelligence, well...

You made the call.

It's obvious Maggie's with us.

We're going to have to move
her to one of our safe houses.

That'll take about,
oh, three security units.

I'll go downtown
and take care of that.

You keep her isolated
until you hear from me.

- You got a beeper on you?
- Yeah.

Good. Wait for my signal.

If you got an extra
deck of cards,

I'd like to borrow them.

Sure.

Here.

Got anything on Ben Jarris?

Zip.

But, uh, we did
find out something.

We got, uh, some static

about some high-priced hit
men converging on the area.

Figures.

See if your contacts
can get us names

and locations of all
the imported talent.

And listen, Ed.

There's got to be a
tight lid on this one.

Need-to-know basis only.

Including my staff?

And mine.

Once you interrogate my
witness, you'll know the reason why.

Lieutenant, telephoto
just came up for you.

Oh, my God.

Now do you buy my tight lid?

You got it.

Thanks a lot.

How scared do
you think you'd get

if you knew somebody
out there wanted to kill you?

Why don't you tell me
about Morristown and Ben?

You trying to distract me?

Yeah.

Well, you picked
the right thing.

Ben.

Went to law school, came
out top fifth of his class.

Somewhere along the way,
he met a shy, demure loudmouth

who fell crazy in love with him,
seduced him and married him.

I was in show business.

Wardrobe mistress, no ambition.

Happy to carry a
shovel and broom

and follow the elephants.

Then Ben came along
and snatched away

my unpromising
career and turned me

into the best-loved
woman in the world.

Sounds as though
you don't like him much.

How can you like someone

who lets you do
whatever you want,

loves you with his whole heart,

respects you enough
to disagree with you

and really listens
to what you say?

That doesn't sound
like the kind of man

who spends his life
working for racketeers.

Why not?

Ben's a good man,
but he's not perfect.

He makes mistakes.

And he made one doozy
when he went to work for them.

I'd like to tell you they forced
him into it, but they didn't.

One day, two men came
to his office and invited him

to invest $3 million
in their behalf.

$3 million.

The conditions told
him the money was dirty,

but I don't have to
say any more, do I?

They seduced him.

Hell, no.

He seduced himself.

He knew it, and I knew it,

and we lived with it.

Up until right now.

Where's that boat
going, do you think?

Goes around the bay.

Then it goes around again.

Dull way for the
crew to make a living.

Look who's talking.

Nobody wants to shoot them.

I understand you're all here

because you volunteered
for hazardous duty.

Or is there someone
here who didn't?

Good.

Now, what I've got

is an extremely valuable
witness who needs protection.

We're going to work in pairs,

and this witness will be
moved at irregular intervals,

and you won't know where
or when until the final minute,

just before the move is made.

Are there any questions so far?

Yeah. What makes this
hazardous duty, Lieutenant?

Well, we've got one man
missing already in Jersey,

believed dead.

Ten minutes ago, I got this

from the Chicago
Police Department.

It's registered to the
witness's brother-in-law.

And as far as we know,

the brother-in-law and
his wife are missing.

Now, the price on our
witness's head is high enough...

And I mean really high enough...

To make every lowlife worm
and hit man try to collect it.

That's why I'm calling
it hazardous duty.

It really is, fellas.

Are there any other questions?

All right, that's it, then.

You're all on standby.

After my first day in
the world of finance,

I realized more time is spent

waiting around doing
nothing than working.

And I figured in
the last 13 years,

I've won 634 hands of solitaire.

- Is it hands or games?
- Games, I think.

That's Mike. Let's go.

These are pictures
of the local pros

who might be involved in this.

This group is...

of the hit men who
came into town yesterday.

There probably are more.

I don't recognize any of them.

I don't, either.

Homicide, Stone.

Mike, this is Dan.

Six.

I read you.

- That was short.
- All he had to do was give me a number.

Hey, you book the numbers?

I'll play 862 for a buck.

No, this is a key number;
each key is to a safe house.

He said six; we'll
meet him at number six.

Stone's the one driving.

So, how much does it cost?

You know the bit about
why Johnny can't read?

That's my kid.

12 years old, reads
like a second-grader.

Now I've got to
hire a tutor for him.

On my salary.

And there's a car following us.

Better make sure.

No mistake, he's still there.

Inspectors eight-one,
request backup unit.

Any unmarked car within the
vicinity of Eighth and Charles.

Proceeding west on Charles.

- Hold it. Stop.
- Hold it!

Come on.

Out.

Where's your wallet?

What's your name?

What's your name?!

All right, take them both in.

Then report to
Lieutenant Crowley.

Tell him I picked them up for
vagrancy... he'll understand.

Take 'em in.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, guys, could you speed
it up a little between knocks?

A person could faint
from the suspense.

What's the matter?

You heard something about Ben?

No, no, it's nothing about Ben.

It's your brother-in-law
and his wife.

Now, you said you wanted
the cards straight up.

I know it's rough, but...

Nobody knows this number.

Could be the phone
company or a wrong number.

Or I got suckered.

There were two unarmed
apes following us.

Easy to spot. Too easy.

We busted them...

and then I came straight here.

That was my mistake.

There could have
been a second car.

Why don't we
answer it and find out?

No, there's no need for that.

Where's your car?

It's right out front.

All right, you go to it.

See if you can spot anyone
watching the building.

Then get in your car,
drive it into the garage

and park it right next to mine.

If anybody's
watching this building,

they're gonna have
to guess which car

Maggie's gonna be driven out in.

I want you two to
check out the garage.

Here. Start my car.

I'm gonna give you
a 30 second lead.

Maggie, don't you
worry about a thing.

You've got a small
army taking care of you.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Maggie?

I'm folding up
like a wet tissue.

What's the matter with me?

Where to?

♪♪

You all right?

Maggie, get in.

Lie down.

Havens' hip and
shoulder are broken.

Some burns, cuts, bruises.

Is he gonna be all right?

Yeah. Dan's on his way in.

What about the bomb squad?

They're already here.

They figure it must've been
some kind of a plastic explosive.

No guess yet as to
how it was wired up.

Well, you stay there with them.

Yes, sir.

Well, what are you doing here?

Just thought you'd
like to know, Mike.

Right after I changed the
combination on my safe,

one of our deputy
prosecutors went to lunch

and never came back.

We checked... He
took a plane to Rio.

Good. Now maybe
that leak is plugged.

It was worth an
in-person thank you, Mike.

So, uh, thank you.

Oh, Mike.

Do I ever get to hear more
about your, uh, source?

Later.

Right now I've got my
witness under deep cover.

Right.

- Excuse me, will you?
- Sure.

- Yes?
- About those two.

Neither one of them
have given us their names

or even contacted their lawyers.

Now, we got a make
on the gray-haired one.

He's Lewis Pard from Newark.

Nine arrests, no convictions.

Here's his file.

He doesn't know we
know about him yet.

What about the other man?

Nothing.

FBI came up with nothing at all.

Not even a military ID.

We're checking on all DMVs
who require thumbprints

for their driver's registration.

Okay, thanks a lot, Ed.

They're all yours, Mike.

Homicide, Stone.

Who am I talking to?

Uh, just a minute.

Wait till I get a
pad and pencil.

All right, I'm ready.

When?

Who do I look for?

Now, that was someone who says

he can tell me everything I
want to know about Ben Jarris.

Wants me to meet him at 3:30.

You going?

That depends on what we can
get out of those two guys first.

Come on.

All right, bring them in here.

You take one of 'em,
and I'll take the other one.

Come on, sit down.

Well, I understand you've
got a couple of big secrets.

Like who you are and
where you came from.

I'm not sure what
your routine is, mister.

Maybe you can help me.

You trying to convince
us that you can't speak?

Is it that you can't
hear or speak?

That's a no-no.

I'm opposed to garbaging
up the air any more than it is.

Now, why don't you
just tell me your name?

No answers to the questions.

All right.

Maybe I can help you.

Your name is Lewis Pard

and you came from Newark.

I'm getting nothing.

Neither am I.

What they're doing may
not be so stupid, Mike.

You didn't find any
weapons on these guys

and we have no charges
to lay against them.

So, unless they turn out to
be wanted somewhere else,

we're just going to
have to turn them loose...

Wait a minute now.

Why do you say that?

What are we going
to hold them on?

Let me ask you something.

Would you consider a man
who doesn't know his name

mentally competent to be
turned out into the street?

No, I wouldn't.

So what would you do?

Notify the courts.

Uh-huh, now you're cooking.

And the court sends
him to a state hospital

for observation for 30 days.

No bail possible,
they're off the streets,

under maximum security
for a whole month.

You know, it's the first time

I've ever seen a man
talk himself into a hole

by not opening his mouth.

Warms the cockles of
your heart, doesn't it?

My family wasn't that rich.

We couldn't afford cockles.

Oh. Well, trust me.

If you could have, they
would have been warm.

Why don't you get Sekulavich to
do the paperwork on those guys.

I've got to get
to the parking lot.

I've got to pick up
Crowley. I'll meet you there.

Okay.

Which one, Bob?

Oh, this is your
car, Lieutenant.

Good. Thanks.

No, wait a minute.

Uh... do you have
another car ready to go?

Anything wrong
with this one, sir?

No, no, nothing's wrong.

I just wondered if you had
another one ready to go?

Sure, any one of
these. Take your pick.

They're all tuned, ready to go.

I'll take that one.

Sign me out for
that one over there.

Yes, sir.

That's Ben.

George Anselm.

He's a lawyer from Rhode Island,

expert on foreign
exchange agreements.

Where'd you get these pictures?

The Bureau.

Ben, George and Leon Cober.

Only times Ben
and I ever saw Leon

was when there was
a lot of money involved.

Never less than three million.

Remember I was telling you

about the Tevrex
Corporation on Market Street?

Well, they launder all
their money out there.

That's the man who
runs the whole shebang

and I can prove it.

How?

Copies of contracts,
deed transfers, checks.

I've got it all on slides.

Copies of every
document we ever handled.

Ben took the pictures and
developed them himself.

The originals are in
a vault in Switzerland.

Where are your copies?

In my purse.

Copies of those would
be a big help, Mrs. Jarris.

That's why I brought them.

Herman Small.

Canadian timber broker.

Only his next move is to
acquire hotels and restaurants

in San Francisco.

Ben.

The gal with him's his mistress.

He was feeling
real good that day.

Told me the deal
he had just closed

made the two of us
worth a cool half million.

That's half a mil the hard way.

Hm.

Well, judging from
what you just told us,

in terms of what we know,

you just saved us five
years of tough investigation.

And I doubt if we could turn
up half that much even then.

- I want them all in jail.
- Maggie...

I'd like it if you turned those
slides over to him so that

- he can have copies made.
- I got to have them back.

I'll get them back
to you in an hour.

Okay.

I thank you.

Maggie, I talked to my
federal attorney friend,

and he said he's
flying in this afternoon

to take you into his custody,

And he also told me that, uh,

he was going to
give you immunity.

You must have
put in a good word.

Nope. I did not.

Not one word.

- Dan...
- Yeah?

I want you to find a pay
phone, call Washington.

Confirm the pickup
arrangements for Maggie, will you?

Right.

Oh, and listen...

While you're at it, will you
check on the special units?

Daniel, I wouldn't hate
you if you brought back

a big bottle of gin and a
small bottle of vermouth.

Well, where are you going?

616 West Grover Avenue.

- What's there?
- A man is there who says

he can tell us everything
we want to know about Ben.

- I'm going with you.
- No. No chance.

Why not?

Because I think it's a setup.

I just don't know what kind.

And I've already
pulled one boner.

No, you stay right here.

No sweat, Lieutenant,
Meyer and I are wide awake.

Well, make sure
you stay that way.

- Keep the door shut and your ears open.
- Mike...

no matter what happens,
you tell it to me straight.

That's our deal.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Okay, guys, which one of
you is a better gin player?

SHANDY I am.

Meyer's an honest man; I cheat.

Marvelous. So do I.

I'll deal.

I hate to throw an ace,

but it doesn't fit my hand.

Well, that's all right, Mrs. J,
it doesn't fit my hand, either.

I'm hit. I'm hurt.

Please help me.

Help me.

♪♪

♪♪

Inspector eight-one
to all special units.

I am at contact point.

Be alert.

♪♪

Ben Jarris?

- Who are you?
- Mike Stone.

Stone, there are
two or three gunmen

watching us from
some of these buildings.

- Which ones?
- I don't know.

You didn't even look.

Am I supposed to?

Ah... How's Maggie?

She thinks you're dead.

I am.

Poor Maggie, she's
probably torn to bits

and scared out of her wits.

No, she's holding on.

Yeah, sure, cracking wise.

Well, that's just a
front, Lieutenant.

Underneath, she's
all marshmallow.

How did you get
to San Francisco?

They brought me, private
plane. I don't know who

- the two men were who brought me.
- Do you know why?

Well, in case they needed a
Judas goat to get to Maggie.

I'd have been dumped in
a swamp if she hadn't run.

That was my reprieve.

There was a foul-up in
what should have been

a pretty safe business deal.

A lot of money was
lost, and the whole mess

came down on me,
so they grabbed me.

Thank God Maggie had sense
enough to-to follow the plan.

Look, we've been standing
around here too long.

What is it you're
supposed to do?

Well, uh, either get you to
bring Maggie somewhere

to meet me, or get you
to bring me to Maggie. I...

They won't start shooting at
you when you climb into the car?

Well, that's what they said.

All right, this is
my car right here.

- Come on, let's go.
- No, Stone.

I'm not gonna lead
them to Maggie.

They'll kill her, too.

Do you know what
they tried to sell me?

That they only wanted to get
Maggie and me out of the country

with a guarantee that
we'd keep our mouths shut.

They knew I wouldn't go for
it, but they went along anyway,

thinking that I'd buy some
time, then try to save myself.

Doesn't sound like
a bad plan after all.

You just do what I tell
you. Come on, let's go.

No, no, no. They're not
gonna get to her because of me.

Look, I'm only here to tell
you they don't know anything

about the slides that
Maggie has with her.

What else?

Also that she should
know that they've begun

to divest themselves from the
business, get out from under.

They've even hired another
lawyer from Pittsburgh

to take over our job.

I don't know who he
is, but I do know that

the last three digits in his
phone number are 4-4-3.

The only chance for you to
stay alive is to do what I tell you.

Now, there's no chance for
me to stay alive, no chance at all!

If I run...

What is it?

It's Maggie. Don't
look, now, but just...

- I told you not to look.
- Oh, my God, Maggie!

You come...

Ben! Ben!

Dear God! Ben! Ben!

- Wait here!
- Ben!

Calm down, I said!

Take it easy, take it easy.

I'll get him for you.

Hey! Over there!

Ben!

- Maggie! Maggie!
- Ben!

Ben! Ben!

Ben!

Leave him alone!
Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!
Don't hurt him anymore!

Leave him alone!

Oh... oh...

Oh, Ben...

Oh, Ben...

Oh, Ben, oh, Ben.

Ben, don't leave me, please.

Please, babe.

We got half a million dollars.

What good's it gonna do us now?

Please don't leave me.

♪♪

- Hello, John.
- Mike.

Maggie Jarris, John Andalla.

- Mrs. Jarris.
- And my partner,

- Inspector Robbins.
- Hi.

Well, whenever
you're ready to go.

Go where?

Washington DC, okay?

- Well...
- Well...

With John and his people
you'll be well protected.

Better than well protected.

When it's all over, you get a
new name, a new identity...

And plastic surgery... Sure,
I know the whole magillah.

Come on, Dan, odds are
I won't last long enough

- to need a new name and face.
- Nah, don't say that.

I've known John
for a long, long time.

My buck says that you're wrong.

You're asking me to
bet against myself?

And I only bet on
sure things. Am I on?

Sure. A year from today,
Mike, if you get a buck in the mail

with no return address
on it, you'll know I made it.

And I'll tell you how I'm
gonna collect if you lose.

If I'm not around,
then you take that buck

and buy yourself a
very dry martini with it,

and as you're drinking
it, remember that

even if it's the worst
martini ever made,

it's a damn sight better
than your coffee. Deal?

Deal.

Well, this is it.

Maggie.

Daniel...

if you ever find a girl
like Maggie, marry her.

Good lady.