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Just ain't the time to put the bite on me.

I'd share, if I wasn't sick.

I'm expecting a bad time tonight.

What's to hear in an alley?

They could shoot a cannon off down here,

do you think I'm getting out of bed?

Okay, okay. So you found him about 7?

Truck comes by at 8, I lug the stuff out by 7.

- You ever seen him before? - What's to see?

He's a wino, right?

Like they say, you seen one...

Okay if I dump the junk?

Yeah.

Looks like somebody rolled him for pocket change.

Pretty much routine down here, Steve.

Yeah, that's what it looks like, all right.

How you doing?

How are you, cap? How's it going?

Okay. You know that guy there?

- Charlie. - You got any use for that, cap?

- Yeah, how about it? - Yeah. Fingerprints.

He got a last name?

What's the difference? Wino Charlie. How about it?

We'll keep the bag around it while we're drinking.

Red tape. You know how it is. Charlie what?

Wino Charlie. What's the difference?

What about it, cap? Ain't it worth something?

You're out for commissioner, cap. And you'll get our vote.

- Right? - Yeah. Both of us.

- Let's go to AI's, huh? - Yeah.

You never get anything out of that tribe.

They just don't open up to outsiders.

No, they don't look too concerned, all right.

Well, finding a body in an alley gets to be an everyday occurrence down here.

Not three in two weeks all clubbed the same way.

You can't expect these boys to keep score.

Well, somebody's got to keep score, right, Vic?

- See if you can get the report moving. - Right away.

Come in, it's open.

I couldn't believe it.

Olsen said you got your limit already. What'd you do, use a net?

No.

Well, come on, let's see the catch. Where is it?

All the fish you're gonna find in there is leftover tuna salad.

- You're putting me on. - No.

I've got my mouth all set for a trout dinner you're gonna lay out.

Well, you get your mouth all set for a tuna salad.

You didn't catch anything?

Oh, sure. Beer cans and bread wrappers.

You should've stayed.

We weren't expecting you till next week, your luck might've changed.

Yeah, you walk that river for two days,

look at nothing on your reel for two nights,

while you're swatting mosquitoes

and a hot tub begins to sound pretty good to you.

Yeah.

Let's see, Olsen said you called at 7:30, it's 11 now.

That's pretty good time from where you were.

What are you grinning about?

You couldn't stand it, could you?

Couldn't stand what?

Being away when you heard what happened.

So that's it, huh? You thought that I telephoned because--

All I'm saying is I got more faith in your ability with a fly rod

than I do in your ability to take a week's vacation,

like any other normal person.

And I'm saying this right here,

prima facie evidence, lieutenant.

Darn near got you, didn't I?

You really tried to smoke it past me, didn't you?

The old hard, fast one.

No, no.

- You're not sore, are you? - Sore? No, I'm not sore.

I'm happy you're here. This is a tough one.

Yeah. Rudy told me.

Third one of those winos killed within two weeks.

What do you think?

I want to know what you're thinking before you bust.

Yeah, well, grab yourself a cup of coffee while I shave and shower.

Rudy said you found nothing by the bum but a bottle, right?

Right.

- So that rules out mugging, right? - Right.

What I mean is that you don't kill for the price of a bottle

and then leave it behind, right?

Right.

- Is that new? - Yeah.

Jeannie gave it to me for Father's Day.

It works without a cord.

Let me see it.

Listen, what've we got now? We got three bums

beaten to death for no apparent reason.

Right.

There could be a connection, though, you know.

Could be one of those kooks maybe like we had a couple of years ago.

One man campaign to clean up the whole city.

That's right, I remember you told me about that, yeah.

It's awful tough to know what's going on down there.

They don't like people asking questions.

You ain't whistling.

- You know what I think we gotta do? - What?

We gotta put a man there undercover.

- Yeah? - Somebody to walk all day, all night.

Work their way right into that whole crowd.

And I'll bet you within 48 hours we got something.

- Come on, let me have that. - Wait a minute. Let me try it.

It's a good idea, you know, undercover.

Yeah. Olsen told me you said it.

How do you feel about Avarcheck?

Are you kidding? That fuzz-faced kid?

Why, he'd stick out like a harp polisher in a house full of hookers.

Okay. What about Peterson?

Sure, Peterson. You'd put Peterson down there in Tenderloin

after he walked that beat for 10 years with a nightstick? No.

Not Peterson.

It's gotta be somebody they don't know. Somebody who looks like them.

Somebody who looks as though he hasn't slept in a featherbed all his life.

Somebody who looks like he sleeps outside swatting mosquitoes.

Hey, hey, hey.

Breathing time, brother.

Lord, love you.

Maybe that's asking too much. You see, I just blew in from Stockton.

Things quieted down?

How so?

Well, I understand you gotta be careful where you lay your head.

Some of the brothers haven't been waking up.

Oh, yeah.

Don't give it a mind.

Feud's over. Peace on earth.

Yeah.

Somebody mad at somebody?

Plain as day.

Three dead, right?

That's what they tell me.

And them three had a grudge.

So you take number one killing number two

and then number three killing number one.

And number four...

Maybe it was three having to get back at number two.

I follow you, buddy.

Smart thinking.

- Take it easy, buddy. - Yeah.

Hey, you need some help?

Yeah, Keller.

You warm, comfortable, sitting down?

Michael. How you doing?

Oh, fine. Just fine.

I talked to 10 different guys, I got 10 different theories.

You know what the latest one is?

The syndicate is moving in.

Yeah, they wanna scare the winos out.

There's money wants to build 16 high rises in the area.

The winos are cluttering up the neighborhood.

Sounds terrific.

What'd you get from the lab?

Well, they picked up some traces of cassin albumin

and wax from around the wound area.

Now, that's the kind of stuff that comes off of a leather.

So the weapon was leather-covered? A sap, maybe?

Leathered at the end?

No, no.

Coroner says a sap leaves a deeper impression at one end of the wound.

These were flat, hard blows, about 6 inches wide.

And he says they left four significant impressions.

- Knuckles. - Yeah, but that kind of force

- against the skull? - Brass knuckles.

That's right. And the leather could be a glove, right?

Maybe.

Any other connection between those three dead guys?

No, nothing. Different backgrounds,

drunk records in every city you can think of.

We can't even prove they knew each other.

So, what about you?

Where're you gonna be staying tonight?

Well, you said that they were all found outside, didn't you?

Alley, pier, under the freeway?

- Yeah. - Well, that's where I'm gonna be.

Outside, under that blue sky.

- I'll see you. - Good luck.

Hey, there's nothing there, son.

How long have you had them?

Believe me son, when I tell you, there's nothing there.

There's no spiders, no mice, no nothing.

When was the last time you had a drink?

I've been in jail for three days.

Dried out. Happens, huh?

Cold sober and you're seeing everything that walks and crawls.

What's your name, boy?

Paul Thomas.

Paul Thomas.

Here.

Get some of this hot coffee down in you, son.

Good for you.

Go on.

Come on, drink some more.

Here's a sandwich.

Hey, now wait a minute.

- Don't, Jake. - Okay, okay.

Don't get up.

Jake, he was just gonna give me a cup of coffee.

Get the kid a bottle.

Get him straightened out and we'll sneak him into Vera's tonight.

What'd you have planned for the kid?

Nothing.

Coffee, sandwich, maybe.

You're not from around here. Where you from, champ?

Stockton.

Just blew in this morning.

Okay, Stockton.

You get back there tomorrow.

I catch you near here, near that kid,

they'll mail back what's left of you for six bits.

Got that, champ?

Are you sure it's the right guy?

It's gotta be.

Had his last fight eight years ago,

State contender for light-heavy title in '57.

That's him.

Big Jake Wilson.

Doesn't look like much now,

but he can sure unload a punch like a sledgehammer.

I ran a print check.

Ex-Navy, no family.

How did he hit bottom?

Put a bartender through a plate glass window.

Wasn't the first time he'd worked somebody over,

boxing commission pulled his license.

What about lately?

Well, he's got a file about a foot wide.

Been out of jail, in and out of jail every year, in the tank.

Except for the last two.

Only a couple of busts in the last 30 months.

He's got a plain drunk and a D & D.

He laid this guy out in an alley,

arresting officers had already booked him,

the guy came to in the hospital, said he didn't want to press charges.

Or his luck, maybe.

He could kill somebody with his fists, no doubt about it.

You can say that again.

What about motive?

I don't know.

He just likes to use his hands, I guess.

Yeah.

Say, what about this Vera's Place he mentioned?

It's one of those independently run missions.

It's owned by a lady named Vera Kingsley.

Former alcoholic, just trying to help.

- She live there? - No.

She lives in L.A.

She's got a mission there, she's also got one in San Pedro.

Independent, no religious affiliation,

clean rooms, hot meals, dollar a day, she pays the difference.

- Must be a packed house. - It's not, no. It's too tough.

You either gotta be on the wagon or making an effort.

Backsliders get kicked out.

Now wait a minute.

This Wilson guy, he's still hanging in there.

I know. Last two times he got booked, he gave that as his address.

I figure that must be what's helping his record.

You know, it doesn't make sense, you know that.

- What? - A guy like that,

fighting to stay off the sauce, going around hammering heads?

Maybe that's what happens when he starts boozing.

No, he wasn't lit last night.

- Sure laid into you. - Yeah.

Could've left you like those other three juicers.

- Other three juicers? - Yeah.

- What? - You said a dollar a day.

- Yeah. - Well, if Wilson's rooming there,

that's where I'm gonna be.

- Come on. - Come on, come on, now.

A fancy dresser like you can afford a little more

for a guy who's really down on his luck.

- Come on, give me-- - Easy, easy.

- Two dollars. For two days, - Two dollars?

if you can last that long.

- Thanks for all the support. - Get out of here, you bum.

Bum?

Bum, he calls me. A bum.

- Excuse me. - Yeah, you looking for someone?

I'm looking for a room. Who do I see?

You'd have to see Mr. Gates?

- Mr. Gates? - Yes?

- Mr. Gates? - That's right.

I heard a man can get some help around here.

You heard wrong.

A man helps himself around here.

I see.

No, you don't.

No one who ever walked through that door

like you did ever left all of his problems behind.

Neither will you.

I'd like to try.

A lot of men have tried.

Only one out of 50 have lasted a week.

Well, odds like that, a fella has a lot of friends if he blows it, doesn't he?

You do have a room?

Yes and a job to go with it.

Something to remember. A man rolls up his sleeves and pitches in,

he makes a lot of friends who have been fighting the same fight

that he's been fighting, who are willing to give him a helping hand.

Well, you know, that's a big step up from where I've been.

Maybe it's the biggest step you'll ever make.

Idea is not to fall off.

- I don't intend to. - The name is Wilson.

Jake Wilson. What's yours?

Smith. Mike Smith.

Mike Smith.

Lot of your relatives been here before you.

Jake, names don't matter here. Just results.

Well, let's get you situated.

All the meals are held in here.

Hours are posted.

The guests do all the cooking and the cleaning.

- You'll be told when it's your turn. - Yes, sir.

We have just one rule.

- No booze. - Yes, sir.

- Not in the house, not on your breath. - Yes, sir.

- One bit of trouble and you're out. - Yes, sir.

I'll take him up, Harry. I was just gonna clean Charlie's room anyway.

Okay.

Just see that he gets a shave, a shower and a bed.

We'll talk about that job later.

- Thank you, sir. - Just up there on the first floor.

Second door on your left.

I came here for a hot bath

and a clean bed. That's all.

And I made you a promise.

Mike Smith.

That's right.

You got a lot of guts, Smith. I'll give you that.

What's bugging you, Wilson?

You.

You're no wino. Who are you?

Look, Wilson

I don't like to think about what I am any more than you probably do.

And I don't like being pushed.

Well, there's one thing I don't like about you, Smith.

I don't like the way you answer questions.

Then don't ask the questions.

- Jake. - Yeah?

Paul's looking for you downstairs.

Says it's kind of important.

I'll see you later, Smith.

Jake telling you about what happened to old Charlie, was he?

- Charlie? - Yeah.

Charlie Dermott.

Fella just checked out of here.

No. What happened?

I guess you could say he kind of checked out for good, you know?

Turned up in the alley the other morning.

Got his self beat to death.

I just thought maybe Jake might have been telling you about it.

Looked like he was a little edgy, you know.

Oh, you saw that, too, huh?

I thought it was just me because I'm kind of shaky right now.

No, no. No, it was Jake that was shaking.

Course, he got a right to be, close as he was to Charlie and the others.

The others?

Yeah. Fella called Ziggy, he got his self beat up the same way

about a week ago.

And then it was a old boy named Guy Lucas. Yeah.

Say, those two fellas, are they buddies of Jake's?

Well, you know, Jake knows everybody been around here.

Well, I guess I should say that everybody knows him.

Used to be a fighter in the ring, you know.

No, I didn't know. Really?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. He was really something, he was.

You should have seen him. He moved like a machine.

Oh, yeah, he had it, he had it.

- He did. - Yes, sir.

Could have been champ too.

Except for the old bottle-bug.

Well, I'll let you get yourself settled in.

Anything you need just holler, huh?

Just one second.

That guy, Paul, that you said was downstairs.

Would that happen to be Paul Thomas?

Yeah. You know him?

Just to talk to.

He'd bunk here?

No.

Couple of boys sneaked him in last night.

He couldn't make it.

He had to take off.

He likes to bed down in a little place down near Bay Road, usually.

- A loner, huh? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

He likes to watch the water, see the boats.

But I wouldn't bother him right now, though, if I was you.

He looks like he's in a pretty bad way.

Okay. Thanks for telling me.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll see you for supper.

- Yeah, I'll be down there. - Yeah. Fine.

- Keller. - I gotta be quick, Steve.

- Go. - Your Charlie Doe has a last name.

D-E-R-M-O-T-T.

The other two guys are a Guy Lucas and a Ziggy.

- Got that? - Z-I-G-G-Y?

That's right. I'll try to get the full name.

- You check out the other two. - Right.

- Now, what about this guy Wilson? - I don't know yet.

He didn't show up for dinner. I'll track him down.

You got any idea where?

Yeah, maybe.

I gotta go.

I'll keep in touch.

Mike?

Who's that?

Jake?

I don't need any company tonight, Jake, I'm doing fine.

Hey, hold it.

Hey. Hey.

Paul.

Paul.

Hey.

Mild concussion, he'll be okay.

Find out who paid his fine and who swung him out of that tank.

Cash in an envelope delivered by a messenger.

Look what I found in his wallet.

- That's Paul Thomas. - Last name's Cullen.

The older guy's his father.

Used to own half the boat yards along the coast a couple of years ago.

Owned? Past tense?

Died two months ago.

So the fourth victim was supposed to be a silver-spoon type,

down to drinking cheap wine and sleeping on cement.

Did you talk to him?

Doesn't remember anything, didn't see anything.

Called Mrs. Kingsley down the San Pedro place,

she says he showed up about a month ago,

said he was in Mexico for about a year.

Somebody pays his fine, puts him back out on the streets

so that he can have his head ripped off.

You know what I think?

Yeah.

The other three killings to cover up one.

- Right. - You keep him in the hospital,

private room, man at that door.

Find out all you can about his family and friends.

Here.

- I'm gonna try to run down Wilson. - Right.

- I like your tailor. - Yeah. Thanks for the quarter.

Let's put a clause in it regarding divers going into night work.

And make certain they understand the contract includes no channel work.

What?

What does he want?

All right. Let him come up.

Yes, Mr. Richardson. Thank you.

- Would you like to go up, inspector? - Thank you.

Well, the face looks familiar.

Guess I should know the name.

You might. Oh, I wouldn't.

But I think he was a very well-known boxer.

Is he a friend of Mr. Richardson's?

Mr. Richardson has interests in several fighters.

It's been a special interest of his over the years.

Come in.

Hello.

- Inspector...? - Keller.

My secretary said it was about traffic violations.

Tickets Paul Jr. has been ignoring.

Yeah. Ever since we tied our computer into the traffic bureau,

lot of trouble.

Why don't you send the company the bills?

Let us pay the fines?

Well, see, the problem is, Mr. Richardson,

some of the tickets go back three years.

So I'm afraid that Paul Jr. is gonna have to see the judge personally.

Well, you're gonna have a problem there.

Junior left home about three years ago

and we haven't heard from him since.

Tell you one thing, I sure wish my office had this view.

The staff finds it pleasant.

You live aboard?

This time of year.

We have crews working around the clock,

so I keep myself on call here.

Three years.

You said nobody's seen him for three years?

A bit more, in fact.

It was right out here on the pier,

he had the final argument with his father.

The old man was tired of his playboy antics, told him he'd see his next dime

when he put in a day's work.

Well, has anybody tried to get in touch with him

either through the police or private agencies?

If he wants to waste his life, let him.

I was dirtying my hands on Cullen barges while junior was tooling around

in $10,000 sports cars.

While he's drinking himself to death on tequila,

I'm up here--

I've got a short fuse when it comes to anybody not holding up his end.

That's all right.

You think he's been in Mexico for a while, huh?

Mexico?

I'm sorry. You said tequila I thought...

No, that's just an expression.

Don't misunderstand, I'm not angry with Paul, personally.

It's all the Pauls, the clean fingernail kids, with everything handed to them.

You think he's been in touch with his family?

It's not likely. He only has a sister.

And if you think blood is thicker than water...

Listen, junior is out of my life

and Roy Richardson was never in it.

And if he doesn't know that, you can just tell him.

And you can also tell him that his big pronouncements really tick me off.

- Look, Kathy, why don't we just--? - Don't give me

any of your chickie-babe routine, Terry.

Well, you can just save that for...

- Hello. - Hi.

- Are you Kathy Cullen? - Yes.

Well, you wanna come aboard?

You're a bit early.

I didn't know I was expected.

Hello.

Well, you've read the survey and you've seen the specs.

Her overall length is 34.9.

She has a fine Hedley engine, lead keel

and a stainless tank with a cruising range of about--

Excuse me, you've made a mistake.

Listen, just let me get it all out front, okay?

Now, the price is firm within two or 3,000.

No low-ball offers.

And if that doesn't completely blow the deal, I'll show you below.

My name's Keller.

Inspector Keller. SFPD.

Well, you're certainly not a live one, are you?

Unless you accept a trade in for a '65 Porsche.

Of course, I could throw in three rooms of fake Danish furniture.

I got a TV, only gets color on one station.

No baseball cards or trading stamps?

Well, I was saving that for the clincher.

I guess that won't buy it, so I better stay with the questions I brought.

- Like? - Traffic violations for your brother.

We ran our computer through the traffic bureau and--

No, traffic rap brings a big guy with a very solemn expression

and lots of stripes on his uniform,

not Ivy League and handsome.

Had that house call myself, inspector.

What's happened to junior?

We were hoping you could tell us.

All we know is he's missing.

Giant loss.

Sounds like you're not too close.

No.

Been no letters, no phone calls,

no get-well notes, messages in bottles.

I mean, zero communication.

But then that's just like when I saw him every day.

Well, why do you think he just dropped out?

I mean, he had everything.

Position, money. Why'd he just chuck it?

Because junior's a schlep.

No, I mean,

well, the old man, you know, was a bulldozer.

A real alley-fighter.

But dad just scared Paul to death.

The more he pounded him into that square hole,

the more he retreated.

So he went into the bottle, not the business.

Yeah, too bad, too.

He could really have run this yard.

Not the way old blood and guts did and not the way I could,

but in his own low-key, he could've hacked it.

You see, I sat with Dad those last months,

while junior was staring through his bottle bottoms.

I did the whole scene, from the book-reading to the bedpans.

And you know the last words my father said to me?

Where's Paul?

Where's my son?

He left him the whole megillah.

Well, it looks like he didn't exactly leave you out in the cold.

Oh, no.

No, I wasn't, I got treated just like Tinkerbell.

- You know Tinkerbell? - Yes.

It's a girl.

So we protect her, we set up a trust-fund so that she doesn't blow

the whole wad on permanents and pantyhose.

And that's why I have to get rid of the Celeste.

Because of that lousy trust fund.

And this Roy Richardson. He's the head of the company right now?

Yeah. Another schlep.

I mean, he was just on the scene.

He was available.

So dad put him in the slot hoping Paul would come back.

And now he thinks he's in for good.

But we know better, right?

- You can bet your badge. - Tinkerbell's revenge, right?

Something like that.

You have to get back to punching doorbells right away?

Something like that, yeah.

Okay.

Would you keep in touch?

I mean, I might want to talk about your '65 Porsche.

I might like to talk to you about it.

Yes, doctor.

Yes.

I'll see to it.

Excuse me. Paul Thomas. What room is he in?

At the end of-- I'm sorry, sir, there's no admittance to Mr. Thomas' room.

Oh, I see.

Yes?

She had the motive, all right.

All she needed was somebody to do the rough stuff.

Remember that guy I told you was on the boat with her?

Yeah.

Talked to the dock master.

Turns out he had a couple of pro fights.

Name's Terry Benner.

- Big guy? - Yeah.

Two, 210 he had the motive and means,

just like Richardson and Wilson.

Yeah, Big Jake.

So now we're in a scramble for control of the company, huh?

The key seems to be Cullen.

But the wild card is Jake Wilson.

We don't know whether he's with us or against us.

Help. Somebody help.

Help. Somebody help!

Hi, kid.

I couldn't have been away from the room for more than a minute.

Two at the most, lieutenant. The nurse called for help.

I ran down, ripped the tape off the guy's mouth

and burned it back up here as soon as he described

who it was put him away.

- Anybody else see him? - Yeah, a couple of interns.

They gave the same description. It was Wilson, all right.

- Okay. - Sorry, lieutenant.

- I really feel like a dunce. - How could you know?

Listen, get on the box, put out an APB on both of them.

Right away.

You know, for a guy who's had his bell rung as many times as this Wilson,

- he thinks pretty good. - If we're on the right track,

buddy boy, he's not the headwork, he's the muscle.

You know, I don't know about this.

Same place, might not be such a good idea coming back here, maybe.

Don't worry about it, Jake.

There's two of us.

That guy's never gone after two people at the same time.

- I know, but what I mean is you-- - Yeah, I'll get my stash. We'll share it.

No, no, Paul. No, I gotta stay dry.

Well, I gotta put out the fire.

I couldn't have stayed in that room another 10 minutes.

It was great to see your big, ugly face.

You didn't see who it was, what hit you, huh?

No. Like I told you, at first I thought it was you.

But I was pretty bombed.

I couldn't see too well.

It's gone, Jake.

Somebody's been here and they ripped off my stash.

I can't afford to go dry, Jake.

I need it, I can't stand going through that again.

Take it easy, kid. I'll get you some.

- Will you, Jake? Get me a bottle? - Yeah, sure, sure, sure.

- Great. - And I know a place to go too.

- Come on, now, we'll go there. - No, no. Jake. Jake.

Just get me a bottle, okay? That'd be great.

But I don't wanna...

I don't wanna do any more running.

I mean, like, you know, like those fancy-dancies.

Run around the ring, trying to stay away from you.

I mean, how much farther can you run than this?

You ain't scared here, huh? Hey?

The only thing that scares me

is that it's coming on fast. Unless I get something to drown it.

- All right, all right. I'll be right back. - Will you hurry up.

Inspectors 8-1 to headquarters.

Ten-four, 8-1. Go ahead.

What about the APB on a Jake Wilson and Paul Thomas,

aka Paul Cullen?

Negative, 8-1. We'll keep you posted.

Ten-four.

I was thinking,

if Wilson's got Paul and he's our man.

he wouldn't take him back to the same place, would he?

Well, I'd hate not to go and then go back later and find him in a heap.

Run.

Run kid. Get going.

Run.

Behind that red car.

Jake.

They're-- Pauly-- They're after Pauly.

Who?

I don't know. I never seen him before.

- Steve, you all right? - Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

Just twisted my knee.

Got a look at his face, though.

It's the guy on the boat with Kathy Cullen. Benner.

- So it was him and the sister, right? - Yeah.

- Who's he working over? - Wilson.

- How is he? - Not too good.

He told the kid to make a run for it

while he held off a couple of brass knucks.

- Listen, get an ambulance, will you? - All right.

Jake, an ambulance is on the way.

Just hang on, fella.

Cop.

I knew there was something about you I didn't like.

We'll talk about that later. Take it easy.

- Where's the kid? - He'll be okay, don't worry.

- He's a good kid. - Don't talk.

- He don't belong down here. - Take it easy, don't talk much.

All he wanted was somebody to talk to.

You know, that's all that anybody wants.

Don't talk, Jake. Don't talk now.

You know, just somebody to talk to.

Take it easy, Jake.

Listen.

You tell

the kid...

Attendants are here, I'll get them down.

Just show them.

And then get on that box and see if they picked up that Cullen dame yet.

Jake.

Help. Help.

Can you guys help me out for just a second?

There's a friend of mine in trouble over there. It's really serious.

Please, come on. Can you help me for just a second?

Was that your buddy?

Charges?

- What charges? - Murder.

- What? - Where's Terry Benner?

Terry Benner?

You put me with Terry Benner and you come up with murder?

Four counts.

And one attempted against your own brother.

That is crazy.

Why would I wanna kill Paul?

The way you were talking this afternoon, there was no love lost.

Did I say anything about wanting him dead?

You said a mouthful about revenge.

And Benner was there just before you said it.

Wait a minute.

You think Terry did these things?

We can prove it.

Well, then you should be talking to Roy, not to me.

- Roy Richardson? - Yes.

He sent Terry over here this afternoon to tell me

not to talk to anybody about Paul's tickets.

We don't buy it, Miss Cullen.

But it's true. I mean, you can check it out.

He's one of Roy's fighters that didn't make it. He works for him.

You think that

I would wanna kill my own brother?

And you say that there is no love lost.

Well, that is not true.

It all got lost.

Somewhere.

But he is still my brother.

Benner, if you'd only once do what I ask you to--

You killed him, didn't you, Roy?

And you killed all of them.

Put that down, Paul.

And you had him do it for you, didn't you?

You thought nobody would notice.

Nobody would care, just one more drunken bum turns up

when there's so many of them dying the same way.

Put it down.

No, I'm gonna bury it right in your head.

The same way you had him hammer them all to death.

Why, Roy?

The money? the business?

You knew I never wanted it. You knew that.

Your father left it to you anyway.

I couldn't chance your crawling out of your bottle someday

to claim what I've earned.

Earned?

For killing defenseless old men in an alley?

Men that never hurt anyone,

who just wanted to be alone.

Some people might say I did the city a favor.

The city might have something to say about that.

I know I do.

All right. Get them out of here.

Paul, I'm inspector Keller.

This is Lieutenant Stone.

Well, maybe we can have that cup of coffee now Paul.

You know, Jake was sure that it was you.

I know and I was sure it was Jake. We were both wrong.

The big thing now is to prove that Jake wasn't wrong about you.

What does that mean?

Well, he went the distance for you.

Must figure you're worth something.

Yeah, but how do you prove something like that?

We try.

And we keep the right people in our corners.

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