Original subtitles

(theme music playing)

That's him.

(cable car bell rings)

Here's your coffee.

I'll get that grapefruit right away.

(silenced gunshot)

(gunshot)

DRIVER: Waco, get in!

Get in!

Come on, get in, get in.

Police! Hold it!

(sirens approaching)

Hey, hey, there was a guy shot in a black car.

It just took off that way.

OFFICER: I'll take this end.

You try to pick up the car.

(sirens wailing)

II

KELLER: How you doing, Murray?

Fine, how are you?

- Anybody see what happened? - Not in here.

Boy there saw the shooting outside, though.

Outside? What do you mean outside?

BYSTANDER: Yes, sir, near the corner.

There was just a lot of shooting.

I picked this up off the street.

The guy who dropped it got hit and took off.

My partner went after him.

One bullet point-blank.

Nobody heard it?

Silencer, Mike.

Must have been a hit.

The license says, uh, Robert Olsen.

Anybody know him?

WAITRESS: I did.

I mean, I never knew his name,

but he came in regular, every morning.

You talk to him then?

Well, no.

Just to take his order.

He never really said much.

You didn't see who shot him?

Oh, I saw him.

The guy who dropped the gun.

Oh, good.

Can you tell me what he looked like?

Uh, well, he was, um,

he was tall, you know, and kind of thin.

Uh-huh, how tall?

I don't know, maybe over six feet.

You see, I never really got a good look at him

because everything happened so fast.

I mean, there was this other guy

shooting down at him, and he fell,

and then he sort of crawled into this car, and it took off.

What did the other guy look like?

Well, now he was... he was kind of old,

but he really moved fast.

How old, son?

Oh, I don't know.

Can you guess?

About like you.

Yeah, mm-hmm, sure; um, come on.

Show me outside.

(cable car bell ringing)

OFFICER: Make way.

The-the one who was doing all the shooting

was up over there, and the guy crossed the street,

and this is where he got shot right here.

Uh, see, look, this is where he fell.

You can see it right here.

Looks like the other guy didn't miss.

Yeah, and then after the shooting,

then this car that was right here pulled around the side,

and the door was hanging open.

The guy kind of crawled in, and then they just drove off.

Who's "they"?

Yeah, there was another guy in there with him.

Uh, he yelled something.

What did he yell, a name?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

What was the name?

Uh... it was... it was Waco.

That was it, yeah; he yelled,

"Waco, get in."

Waco?

Yes.

You're sure that's what he said?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Does that mean something?

Yeah, maybe.

OFFICER: Lieutenant,

I'm Officer Mapes; I tried to collar the guy

that was doing all the shooting, but I lost him.

Describe him.

He's not too tall, stocky.

Checked topcoat,

uh, gray hat, black shoes.

I never saw his face.

And I want a full report.

- What's your name, son? - Eddie Meyers.

Would you mind giving your name and address to this officer?

We may want to talk to you again later.

Yeah, yeah, sure, uh-huh.

Come on, let's check out those prints.

Think you know who they belong to?

I'll bet on it.

Well, that's a break.

Guess you got a good idea on who pulled the trigger.

What makes you say that?

Well, if he's as old as you are...

Okay, okay, that's not being very kind.

(chuckles) Keep you waiting long?

Not long.

How you been, Al?

Do I know you?

You did a while back.

Yeah, uh, uh, Lujack.

Good for you.

Bet you remember a punk named Johnny Waco, too.

Waco, uh... Yeah, well,

I haven't seen Johnny around for about a year now.

He works around, you know?

Yeah, I know, but he's back in town now.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

I would.

I just shot him.

Oh, he's not dead.

Not yet.

But he will be when I find him.

You tell him that.

Oh, you're crazy.

You just get word to him.

I want him to know it's me.

I want him to know I won't miss next time.

Yeah, well, how do I do that?

Oh, you've got connections.

I'd bet your life on it.

I bet you would.

Where you be?

Around.

(phone buzzes)

Yeah?

That's right, Officer Mapes.

Well, you find him and tell him

I want his report on my desk in an hour.

What have you got?

Uh, I got the yellow sheet on Johnny Waco.

Just like you said, it is a long one.

No prints on the gun?

Like you said, yeah.

FBl's got a want on him, too.

This guy's got 13 suspected hits,

three in California; last address was in LA.

- Well, what's he doing here? - I did a little cross-check.

It turns out he's been working

for a Merle Jackson over in Oakland.

- And the dead man? - That ties to it.

He was bag man for Jackson.

He was doing a little skimming, and (pop).

Mm-hmm, it all fits.

Well, it doesn't fit why someone shot Waco.

Well, that could be the setup.

What, Jackson hires Waco to kill Olsen,

-then he kills Waco? - Sure.

It's been done before.

Yeah, yeah, bullets are cheaper than money.

And nobody talks from the grave.

Yeah.

(chuckles)

It was a setup.

Now, take it easy, Johnny.

I'm telling you that Jackson doesn't operate that way.

Look, would I come here with your money

if he tried to double-cross you?

Sure, when you found out I wasn't dead.

Now, that-that's just not true.

Now, what do I have to do to prove it to you?

I'll tell you what you have to do.

First, you got to get me a place to stay.

And then, you got to get me a doctor.

Right, right, l-I'll get right on it.

Yeah, you do that.

You do that.

And you... you go with him.

You do what you have to do,

but you find out who pulled that trigger.

(panting) Now, go on.

Johnny, everything's gonna be all right.

Uh, okay?

(car door opens, closes)

Ooh, say, this is good-looking beef.

If you say so.

What the matter?

No more mustard?

Well, if it's so good, what do you need mustard for?

I said it was good-looking; I didn't say how good-tasting.

Mm. pretty good.

What does DMV have to say about that black sedan

our guy followed?

Stolen.

Figures.

What about Merle Jackson?

Oakland says he's out of town.

But then his lawyer is in.

The guy's name is Andrews.

You figure he's the bag man?

Maybe.

What about the guy that dropped Waco?

Well, I keep drawing a blank on that one.

I keep figuring...

Barney.

Barney!

Come on in!

I want you to meet somebody.

New partner meet old partner.

Hi, Barney, Steve Keller; nice to meet you.

- Same here, Steve. - I've got to tell you,

I've heard a lot of things about Barney Lujack.

- I'll bet you have. - Yes, he has.

What a great bowling partner he was,

isn't that right, Steve? Huh?

Yes, sir, great bowler, a lousy cop.

Doggone it, you look good.

It's been a long time, hasn't it?

How long's it been anyway?

Too many Christmas cards, Mike.

Hey, you're looking all right yourself.

And it really is Lieutenant Stone, huh?

Yeah, I told you that.

Longest note he ever sent me.

"Dear Barney, Merry Christmas.

P.S. I made Lieutenant."

(laughs)

(laughs) Come on...

what are you doing back in town?

Well, I don't know, Mike.

Guess it finally got to me.

You got a good business going, right?

Yeah, sure.

But you know the kind of cases a private investigator gets...

and it's kept me hopping town to town

room to room...

guess I just got homesick.

You're gonna stay here for good now?

I hope so.

Oh, that's great, just great!

If I ever get through all the printed forms

and red tape...

I've applied for my state license

but I still need a gun permit.

You got any pull, Lieutenant?

He doesn't have any pull, I do.

I'll get your papers through.

Hey, I'd appreciate that, Steve.

Your reports on file, is it in with your prints?

Well, I've been gone over five years,

but the way I remember those files,

they never throw out anything, right?

Right.

Come on, sit down.

At least some things never change.

That's right.

The food and the furniture. Grab a half.

Who you staying with? Sarah?

No. Hotel.

Hotel?

Oh no. No, no, not anymore you're not.

You're gonna stay with me.

Hey, Mike, I can't do that.

Yes you can.

Now, Jeannie's at school,

I'm rattling around in that old house.

Come on. Let's check you out of that hotel right now.

Come on. You're gonna stay with me.

Sure, I knew Barney Lujack.

He was a good cop, and a tough one.

So was Patrick.

- Patrick? - Yeah, his boy.

He was on the force, too, you know?

- No, I didn't know. - Oh, yeah.

He was round about your age when he got himself killed.

Well, how'd that happen?

Well, I don't remember too much about it.

There were three men, I think, shot him down.

He didn't have a chance.

Poor old Barney took it pretty hard.

- I can imagine. - Yeah,

but the worst part of it was that

all three suspects got off later on a technicality.

FOSTER: Say, I hear one of them is back on the street...

this Waco guy.

- Johnny Waco? - Yeah, that's him.

He's a real bad apple.

(sighs) Oh, it's not in yet.

Well, let's give it a couple of minutes.

Barney's papers should come through like a breeze.

You remember when all this happened?

FOSTER: Oh, five, six years.

Wasn't that about when, uh, Barney quit the force?

Yeah, I heard someplace he had a nervous breakdown.

He spent some time in a rest home.

Anyway, I'm glad to hear he's back now and in good health.

Ah, that's probably it now.

Oh, seems there's gonna be a delay

in Barney's papers after all.

What?

Yeah, it seems somebody named B. Lujack

got himself into a beef down in Miami last year.

What kind of beef?

Breaking and entering and then skipped bail.

I'm sorry, Steve, this will have to be checked.

Uh, it's probably a mistake.

I'm sure there's more than one B. Lujack in the world.

- Wow. - What?

Memories.

Yeah, we did have some good times together, didn't we?

Hey, Mike.

Yeah?

What happened to the roses?

Helen and I planted them right there.

I don't know. They, uh...

they caught some kind of rot

and I worked on them and worked on them...

couldn't keep them alive.

That's a shame.

But, then things die.

Not with you around they don't. You've got a green thumb.

(chuckles)

Tell me... you still garden?

(laughs) No, not anymore.

I'll put you in here.

Oh, good.

I'm glad you kept the house.

So am I.

Uh, want some coffee?

Sure.

When are you gonna see Sarah and the kid?

Tonight.

LUJACK: Tell me old buddy...

what are you working on?

Same old thing.

Something you don't want to talk about?

Oh, no, no, it will come out anyway.

Johnny Waco.

Oh?

Yeah, he shot a small-time hustler this morning...

and then, uh,

somebody else took a potshot at him.

Point blank with a Howitzer, I hope.

(chuckles) Oh, no. He got away. He escaped.

Guess we can't have everything, can we?

Barney...

I want Waco to get his just as much as anybody, you know that.

But, uh...

I don't like what I think is buzzing around in your head.

Bitterness...

frustration,

anger?

No, Mike, not anymore.

Oh, I'm not going to say that I won't be, uh,

little bit happy when Waco finally buys his.

But he was only suspected of killing Patrick.

The law saw fit to...

cut him loose before a trial and...

Well, it's still a government of laws not men.

I'm at peace, Mike.

LUJACK: I'm at peace.

Good.

I can't tell you how good it makes me feel

to hear you say that.

Why is that?

Because you thought maybe my...

showing up at the same time

wasn't just a coincidence?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

And it's the kind of thought I...

I don't like to have.

Just one you couldn't help.

Like you never could help

burning the coffee.

Oh, yeah.

Oh!

Jeez.

(laughs)

That's gonna hurt when the anesthetic wears off.

I'll give you a prescription.

You finished?

Yes.

Then take 500 from that envelope over there

and get out of here.

Come on, come on, come on!

Hey, Johnny.

- Yeah. - I got something for you.

A friend of mine, a bartender, said somebody came in

looking for you.

Well, did you get a name?

Used to be a cop, name of Lujack.

Lujack?

Yeah. You know him?

Oh, Lujack, that crazy old man.

All these years and he's still tracking me.

All right.

You find out where he's living.

He used to live around here.

He's got to have family friends

or somebody that he...

can crawl in with.

Oh...

and you get me a rifle.

Hey, Johnny...

you know I'd do just about anything for you.

- Uh-huh. - But that guy has got...

family, okay'?

I don't want anything to do with killing no cop.

Maybe this will take the sting out of it.

I get half?

That's right.

You buy whatever information you need,

the rest is yours.

You want him bad.

He's already killed two of my buddies,

and I'm not gonna be number three.

(laughs)

Hey, what did I tell you, huh?

He's good.

You need, uh, you need a six just to stay in this game.

- Well, just watch me. - All right.

So how long will I have to wait?

Uh, what the permit?

Should probably be ready in the morning.

Just running a print check.

Pulled my prints out of my old file, did you?

Yeah.

Good.

And you'll get the match tomorrow?

Hope so.

That's good. Real good.

Uh, sorry to put you to all the trouble.

Oh, no trouble.

Hey, come on up there!

Roll it before it hatches.

(chuckles)

When you bowl that badly, I always know the reason.

Yeah, what's that?

Your head's still in the office.

Oh, is that so?

Well, let's bowl another line just to prove that you're wrong.

- No, no, not me. - Me either.

Both of you, huh?

Both ganging up on me right up to the last shot.

(chuckles) Ah...

I promised my daughter-in-law a visit tonight, remember?

Yeah, I forgot. That's right.

Hey, Mike, want to join me?

Yeah, yeah I'd like that.

I haven't seen Sarah and your grandson in years.

We'll take a cab.

No, no, no, I'll drive the car.

I just want to see how you handle this in the clutch.

That's me, Mr. Clutch.

Barney, watch 'em and weep.

Ah ha!

Mr. Clutch! What did I tell you, huh?

Come on, you're invited.

Uh...

no thanks.

I think I'm gonna listen to the 49ers game.

LUJACK: Suit yourself.

Okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay. We won't be long.

Okay.

Which one is Lujack?

The short stocky one with the suit on.

Oh.

Who's his friend?

He's a cop named Stone.

Used to be his partner.

Hey, come on, Bellows.

I've given you everything I can. Let's get out of here.

Yeah, j-just relax, will ya?

I want to see if he's coming out or if he's staying here.

LUJACK: Look at him, will ya?

Just look at the size of him.

Shhh. If he woke up and found you here...

I know, I know he'd be up half the night and me with him.

Hey, you have a fine looking boy, Sarah.

Thank you.

But I hate to think of the trouble he'll be

if his grandfather doesn't stop spoiling him.

Do you really think you can stop him?

No, but there are limits.

And what are the limits to my loving my grandchild

might I ask?

Barney...

all those presents from wherever you're traveling...

I'll try to control myself.

Anything else?

Yeah. You've made me beneficiary on your life insurance.

Now, I don't think that's right.

Um, you still have your sister back east.

It's for the boy, Sarah.

Don't you see?

If anything happened to me...

I want him protected.

(tires squealing)

Just coming to see what happened to you.

(starts engine)

(knocking)

BELLOWS (laughs): Johnny.

Yeah?

I tagged him.

- Where? - His daughter-in-law's.

I don't think he's staying there.

I'm almost sure he's bunking with a cop

by the name of Stone.

Stone?

Sure.

- His ex-partner, right? - Yeah,

yeah, I guess.

I got his address.

Well, let's go.

N ow?

Now.

Johnny... you're in no shape to go after anybody now.

(bullets clinking)

You just get me there, okay?

Okay, okay.

LUJACK: Thanks, Steve. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow.

- Right. -STONE: I'll just be a second, Barney.

- Oh, here. Here's the keys. - Ah. Good.

You all right?

Why?

I don't know, it just looks

as though something's eating at you.

What is it?

Nothing that can't wait.

You're sure?

Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

(tires squeal)

TV ANNOUNCER: It is Jensen over the right side.

He's close.

They're going to have to measure.

What's happening?

LUJACK: Third down and inches.

ANNOUNCER: Well, we've been hearing all year

about this defensive unit, and they're certainly

everything they say about it,

but their backs are to the wall now.

- Okay, there's the measure... - Is that better?

Yeah, good.

ANNOUNCER: ...and maybe six inches.

I'll bet you five that they blow it.

(chuckles): No way.

ANNOUNCER: Okay, what do you do now?

You got six inches to go...

I'll bet you another five that they give it to Jensen

and he loses three yards.

(laughs): Oh, sure.

ANNOUNCER: Jensen's hit for a loss of three yards!

Well, how did you know that?

Heard it on the radio yesterday.

(chuckles)

(scoffs)

Always one up, huh?

Listen...

grab yourself a sandwich-- don't wait for me

to ask you.

Since you know how this thing turned out,

no use watching it any longer.

(turns off TV)

Barney... why did you come back?

I told you.

No, I mean at this particular time.

I don't know.

It's been building up in me for a long time.

(engine idling)

...people I missed.

Like you...

Sarah...

...my grandson.

You know, uh, that partner of yours

kind of reminds me of Patrick.

If he lived, that's how I think he'd have turned out.

Oops.

(gunshot)

(tires squeal)

(approaching siren wailing)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(siren stops)

I told you before, we didn't see anything!

All we heard was a car speeding away.

Now, will you please get out there

and double-check those footprints.

- KELLER: Mike? - He's okay, nobody's hurt.

There's one right there; will you check that one?

How did you hear about this so fast?

-(panting): I was downtown. - What were you doing downtown?

- Checking out something. - Like what?

It's not important.

Come here.

Neither are football scores to you,

but you checked them out tonight, didn't you?

- What are you doing, babysitting an old man? -Mike, come on.

Come on, cough it up, what is it?

(sighs)

Come here.

- Barney. - Barney?

- Yeah. - That Miami thing?

Yeah. Now, uh, it's probably nothing...

But you think those bullets were meant for him

-and not for me, right? - Well, it could be

- Barney's got the same enemies you do... -Oh, sure.

Sure, but who knows he's in town?

Well, somebody does. Why do you think

I was parked outside the daughter-in-law's tonight?

'Cause I saw two guys down the street.

- I think I recognized one. - Look, don't you think

my friend would tell me if he thought somebody

-was trying to kill me? - Not if he had good reason,

-no, I don't. - Okay, okay.

So he's got plenty of motive wanting Waco dead,

is that what you're trying to say?

- Yes. -Well, there are hundreds of others

who have that same motive.

Now, what is it?

Every description that we have gotten of Waco's assailant,

no matter how vague it's been,

it generally fits Barney.

I know.

Well, it's not enough.

Not for what you're saying.

Okay, you asked me, I told you.

I'm glad you're okay, and I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh, now, you didn't have to tear out

the whole frame like that, did you?

- What's the matter with you! - Nothing outside, Mike.

You want a couple of men left out front?

- No, there's no need for that. - Whatever you say.

- Thanks, fellas. - Yeah. Thanks a lot, fellas.

Look, I'm-I'm sorry this had to happen while you're here.

(chuckles): Hey, better me than Jeannie.

Yeah, I guess so.

Does this make any sense to you?

Why don't we, uh, talk it out?

We used to strip things down pretty good together.

Okay, talk.

Who am I a threat to?

Maybe you're not a threat.

Maybe somebody just hates your beautiful face.

Who?

People you put in prison.

Anybody in particular been released recently?

No, all the people I know who are out want to stay out.

They wouldn't take a chance like this.

LUJACK: Okay, then, let's go back to the threat idea.

Let's say it's something you're working on now,

and there's more involved than you know.

You mean like that Waco thing?

Could be.

Let's examine it.

Who's Waco tied in with?

Well...

there's this fella called Jackson over in Oakland,

and we think maybe...

just maybe he gave Waco a contract

on this guy he shot this morning.

And then maybe put one out on Waco himself?

Yeah.

Nobody else involved?

Maybe.

Who?

- An attorney named Andrews. - Where's he fit?

Jackson's his client; he may be the payoff man.

You think Andrews is worried you'll prove that?

No.

Doesn't add up.

What does?

(sighs)

Well...

Steve has a very interesting theory.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

He thinks that those bullets weren't meant for me.

You mean I was the target?

Yeah. What do you think?

Well...

I guess anything's possible.

But I sort of figured all my old enemies

are most likely dead and buried by now.

Nobody comes to mind?

Mike, I told you...

I'm at peace.

That's good.

I just bought some sinkers downstairs-- you want one?

Uh... no, thanks.

I know you like chocolate-- I bought two chocolates.

Maybe later.

Fix me a cup of coffee, will you, please?

Listen, I'm, uh, sorry I got sore last night.

- Oh, that's okay. - No, it isn't.

Close the door.

Sit down, huh?

I talked to Barney.

He says those shots couldn't have been meant for him.

You told him what I said?

- Sure. - Why?

You wanted my reaction; I wanted his.

And what was it?

Well, if he's in a shooting war with Waco,

he's a much better poker player than he used to be.

- You asked him that, too? - No, I couldn't ask him that.

After all, I worked with the guy for nine years.

You have, uh, any new thoughts?

Yes.

Maybe you're a much better cop than I am.

Oh, Mike, come on.

No, I mean it. Now, listen,

I've said this before, and I'm gonna say it again.

People have blind spots,

especially when it comes to friends.

- So where do you stand? - Troubled.

(sighs); Okay,

Listen, did you find out who was tailing us yet?

Yeah, he's a wheel man for Jackson named Bellows.

Did you check out the print match?

It's not in yet.

Okay, uh, will you check out this guy, Bellows?

Yeah, yeah.

Mike, uh... I'm sorry.

I hope so.

These things have gone up to 15 cents apiece.

And you stuck me with two of them.

And I don't like chocolate.

(phone ringing)

(line ringing)

Mr. Andrews?

Yes?

My name's Lujack, sir, and I'm here on a case.

- A private investigator? - Yes, sir.

And formerly with the San Francisco Police Department.

If I could just have a moment with you?

Um... yeah, okay.

Um... what can I do for you?

Well, sir, what brought me all the way out from Chicago

is I'm trying to locate a gentleman

I understand is a business associate of yours.

Well, what's his name?

Johnny Waco.

Well, I'm afraid that your source of information

isn't that reliable.

I don't know anybody by that name.

Oh, really?

I thought Merle Jackson had you pay him off

for killing some cheap punk named Olsen.

What are you talking about?

Who sent you?

I sent myself.

I'm the man who shot Waco.

I figure it's safe to tell you that, right?

(grunts)

(car horn honks)

(Andrews panting)

That's 25 floors to the ground, Mr. Andrews.

And if you don't tell me where Waco is,

I'm gonna splatter you all over the pavement.

You understand me?

You're crazy.

Maybe.

Maybe I got a right to be.

Did you ever have a son, Mr. Andrews?

No.

Well, I did.

Good son.

Everything any father ever wanted.

And you know what he wanted?

No.

He wanted to be like me.

And he made me proud.

He made us all proud.

And then...

Then that punk, your friend...

(crying)

...that no-good scum,

cut him down in the street.

Murdered him.

Well, it's his turn now, Mr. Andrews.

He's gonna die.

You got that?

He's gonna die!

(tires squealing)

Come on, come on, I'm clean.

Get your hands down.

What are you hassling me for? I didn't do nothing!

Yeah, so what are you doing

parked down on Fillmore last night, huh?

Are you kidding?

Last night I was at a... movie.

Come on, let's go, will you?

What are you... what are you doing?!

I'm gonna have a talk with you, then I'm gonna go over

and have a talk with Merle Jackson.

Merle Jackson? What for?

To tell him that you've been feeding us information

about his action in Oakland.

Oh, come on. Jackson's not gonna buy that.

You want to make a bet? Let's try it.

Hey, wait a minute!

Listen, you're, uh... you're jiving me, right, man?

'Cause I fed you nothing about Jackson.

Well, somebody has, and when he finds out it's you,

you're gonna be in a lot of trouble.

Now, wait a minute.

That is illegal! You can't do that!

Try me.

Now, wait a minute.

You don't want me.

You don't want Jackson.

What do you want?

Johnny Waco.

ANDREWS: Johnny, he was gonna kill me!

I had to tell him.

Sure. Sure, I understand.

You've got to get out of town, Johnny.

Yeah, okay.

(knocking)

Come in.

Wands over at the Cable Motel on Lombard

under the name of Saunders.

You all right?

I feel sick.

I've been spying on one of my oldest friends,

and I find this.

"Chicago Gunman Slain."

Who's this guy Ballard?

One of the three suspects

in the killing of Barney's son.

The other one...

Duke Charles, yeah.

Charles was murdered last August in Miami.

Now, two weeks before that, a B. Lujack

was busted for breaking and entering into Charles' home.

Report just came in,

and the prints from B. Lujack and Barney Lujack match.

- Mike, it, uh... - STONE: I know.

Barney's already murdered two men,

and he's looking for the third.

So, what do you want to do?

Find Waco before he does.

There you are, Mr. Saunders-- the key to your room, 320.

You know, I, uh...

I could move that friend of yours closer to your room.

No, across the court is just fine.

He's not that good a friend.

Just business.

Oh... listen.

Uh... don't...

mention the room to him.

It'll look thoughtful if I surprise him, huh?

Oh, sure enough.

Just send him up to my place, Room 223.

Right, Mr. Saunders.

Thank you.

Think he can get to Waco that quick?

With all the names I gave him?

He's a good cop.

He was a good cop.

Now he's nothing but a common killer.

You judge him hard.

That's right, ljudge him hard.

II

II

II

HOTEL CLERK: Can I help you?

Oh, yes. Uh, I'm here to see Mr. Saunders.

Oh, he's up in room 223 over there.

You-You can go over those stairs right up there.

Thank you.

(tires squealing)

Radio for backup units.

Take care of the rear. Nobody in or out.

(tires squeak)

Barney?

Stay right where you are. Don't move.

I mean it!

I have to finish it, Mike.

It's already finished.

Give me the gun.

Not until Wands dead.

Don't blame yourself for what happened to your son.

Nobody asked him to be a cop.

He chose that for himself.

Because of me.

You didn't kill him!

Waco did.

He has to pay, Mike.

He will. I've got him on a murder charge.

We had him before.

Barney...

you give me that gun.

Friend to friend.

You know I'm gonna have to book you, don't you?

Sure.

You got a job to do.

(grunting)

Sorry, Mike. You just don't understand what I have to do.

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(tires squealing)

(gunshot)

Hold it!

All right, get your hands behind your back!

(Waco pants)

No!

Stop him!

Barney, don't do it.

Do you hear me?!

Barney... please!

He was crazy!

I didn't even have a gun, and he was gonna shoot me.

Get him out of here.

I'm telling you, he was crazy!

Get him away from me.

(emergency brake cranks)

See you tomorrow.

You Okay?

Uh-huh.

(car door closes)

KELLER: Hey, listen,

you feel like some company?

Saturday night.

Go out and get something to eat, do something?

Thanks, but I... I think I'd like to be alone tonight.

I've got a lot of things I have to sort out.

Oh, Steve...

if you have any time tomorrow morning,

I could use a hand around here.

Sure. What do you need?

Roses.

Roses?

Yeah. Right there.

You wouldn't believe

how beautiful this old place looked

when they were growing right there.

I'll see you tomorrow.