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(tapping)

(quiet click)

- (screams) - Relax.

Take it easy, and you won't get hurt.

Okay. O-Okay, okay.

Right, right.

(whimpers)

(panting)

I ain't gonna holler.

That's right, you're not.

We better get out of here.

Let's go.

(tires screech)

(garbled radio transmission)

Mike.

- Who is he? - A watchman.

Looked like the place had a burglary.

Yeah, what did he kill him with?

You jump to conclusions.

A burglar, a dead watchman... Bang-bang, right?

Wrong. All the guy did was tie him up.

- So, how did he die? - Heart attack.

The law still says he murdered him.

Try again, Bernie.

(water running)

Now, when you saw that you couldn't revive him,

that's when you called Mr. Dres...

Thank you.

She told me she thought he was dead,

so, of course, I called an ambulance.

I figured, you know, she could be wrong.

Well, you happen to know if anything was stolen?

(sighs) Nothing.

There's nothing missing.

Whatever they were after, they went away without it.

At least, so far.

Well, they sure went to a lot

of trouble for nothing, didn't they?

That's what I was thinking.

Well, what do you have around here

that somebody would want to steal?

Petty cash... 150 bucks.

That's all, huh?

Well, there's this gold pen set on the desk

and the silver frame on the picture of my wife and kids.

Nothing else?

If there was, wouldn't I tell you?

Yeah, I guess so.

Yes.

They went in through the roof.

Well, how's the security system?

Like Fort Knox.

Whoever went in was very good.

This was no junkie looking for a score.

Job had planning, execution... It was very professional.

- That's funny. - What's so funny?

There's nothing in there to steal.

Does the name Burt Dresler mean anything to you?

Dresler.

Yeah, something, but it was, uh,

nothing to do with ladies' garments.

Well, check with R & I, see what you come up with.

Trudy, would you come in here, please?

Want you to call Grady

about that shipment of fabric he sent us last month.

Tell him it didn't come quite up to, uh, specs in the contract.

Tell him we're sending it back.

Replace or refund.

Package on Dresler from R & I is quite something.

- Colorful? - Gaudy.

Detroit, Kansas City, two to ten in Leavenworth for extortion,

parole violation Louisville, consorting with known criminals.

Looks like he's got mob connections.

What's the date of his last arrest?

'69, Detroit... sale and possession of narcotics.

No conviction.

Came to San Francisco in '71, nothing after that.

What do you think?

Once a gangster, always a gangster.

Let's just say he hired a couple of pros to burn his place down.

The night watchman shows up, they got a witness...

No insurance money.

They tie him up and split.

Well, why would he put a match

to a business that's in good shape?

According to his financial statement,

he's making a fortune in the clothing business.

Well, that takes us back to burglary,

except nothing was taken.

According to Dresler.

Well, maybe they didn't go in there to take something out.

To put something in?

Get a hold of Desco and check for a monitoring site.

Be careful, though.

If they had bugs in that office, it could be legal.

I'll check with the Justice Department

to see if they're looking for something on Dresler.

But with the watchman dead,

the Feds... They may not want to admit it.

They'd have to.

If it's legal, they have to have a court order.

That puts it on record.

Okay.

(sighs)

DRESLER: How do you like that? I...

Sorry.

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I'd like some fresh air.

Yeah.

So would I.

Beautiful work.

Well done.

I don't know about that.

I just want those things out of there.

Yeah.

Those little beauties constitute evidence in a felony murder.

I have to report them to the police or lose my license.

You tell the police anything you have to.

I just want to know who planted those bugs in my office.

Besides the Feds, any number of guys.

I really could have figured that out for myself, Brauner.

I don't pay you all that money

to tell me things I already know.

I can think of three guys this good.

Besides yourself, that leaves two.

Name them.

Jimmy Desco.

He's with San Francisco Police.

They got any reason to...?

No reason.

And Cooper.

Ralph Cooper.

He works freelance.

Let's see.

Just out of curiosity...

What made you think you were bugged?

Because I'm beating the pants off my competition.

They want to know how and why,

and that's a pretty good way to find out, right?

Okay, let's go call a cop.

MAN: This is mobile KG6-2114, Operator.

Will you get me 362-9296, please?

This is Cooper. Is Mr. Whitlock there?

This is Cooper.

The johns are back on the scene again.

They found and are removing the secondary buttons,

but the primary is still in place and operational.

All right, stand by.

Get what you can as long as you can.

Time of departure will be at your own discretion.

We may be terminating the Dresler surveillance.

George, see that personnel are informed

on a need-to-know basis.

Now, what about the book?

What happens to that?

Goes to the client.

It's just names and numbers.

It won't mean a thing to him.

Nevertheless, he's the client.

He paid for it, and he gets it.

Look, Dresler's using that dress shop

to launder dirty money.

That book's a complete record of every penny he gets,

who gives it to him and who he pays off.

Now, there's enough evidence in that book

for the Justice Department to put him away forever.

You want to give it to the federal authorities?

That's right.

What are you going to tell them?

That you broke into Dresler's office,

which is a felony?

That you tied up the watchman, who died of a heart attack,

which is first-degree murder in the commission of a felony?

And to make up for all that, you want to give them evidence

which is stolen, tainted and unusable in a court of law?

I still think we should find some way

to move against Dresler.

In this company, we don't move against anybody.

We protect the client.

And if we're going to be effective,

we protect the company above everything else.

That's my job.

We're team players, Kimbro.

There's no room for personal grudges.

Consulserv is more than Burt Dresler.

It's more than me, and it's more than you.

As far as you're concerned, the Dresler file is closed.

You'll be reassigned.

Go help Cooper clean out that monitoring station.

(horn honks)

Jimmy, this is ridiculous.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

No, not really.

See, the bugs we took out of there have a very short range.

The listening post has to be around here someplace.

Just look for a parked van, an abandoned building,

something with an antenna where it shouldn't be.

Well, why would the guy still be there

if we took his bugs out?

Well, see, the bugs we took out are probably the cover bugs.

Now, the primary bug could still be there and still working.

Is that what you're listening for?

No, just the receiver.

The what?

(laughs)

He's got an oscillator, Steve.

It acts like a transmitter.

Now, I'm trying to home in on its frequency.

It's probably, uh, 10.5 megahertz.

I don't know, Jimmy.

Wheels within wheels, babe. I don't know.

(laughs) You better believe it.

Wait a minute.

I think I got something.

(church bells chiming)

Hi, Mike.

(Stone chuckles)

- Good to see you. - How are you?

(Stone sighs)

Say, is the, uh... the Justice Department

interested in a Burt Dresler?

Sure. For a long time.

How active?

Nothing at present.

It's our understanding he's out of the rackets.

Washington told us to keep an eye on him

when he showed up in San Francisco,

but he went into business and we got to stand down.

These belong to you?

Hmm.

Very nice.

I wish they did, but we can't afford them.

Too expensive, huh?

As far as I know, the best short-range transmitters made.

How short?

Quarter of a mile.

Now that you know they're not mine,

you can start looking for the monitor.

We already are.

You're a pistol, Mike.

You pull out the bugs,

you start beating the bushes for the monitor,

and then you decide to find out

if it's the Justice Department's operation.

No. First, I went to see

if you had a court order for these, and you don't.

And then I decided to talk to you personally just in case.

Mike, would I do a thing like that?

It's against the law.

Here.

Look out for that one.

He's greedy.

Yeah, this is comm unit 11 to 81.

Come in, please.

STONE: Inspectors eight-one.

Come up with anything, Steve?

Yeah, Mike, uh, we're at Ninth and Brannan.

I think we're in the area of a listening post.

STONE: Okay, it's not legal. Move in on it.

Ten-four.

Okay, Jimmy, let's go.

(door squeaking)

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Hey!

Hold it!

Police! You hold it right there!

(engine starting)

I said, you hold it!

(tires squeak)

Hold it! Hold it!

(grunts)

- Jimmy, you okay? - Yeah.

Well, we lost him.

- No, it doesn't matter. - Why?

- I know him. - What?

Used to be a friend of mine.

STONE: Are these things on the market?

DESCO: Oh, yeah.

But you'd have to order up the components

and have one made up.

I mean, you don't just walk into a store

and say, "I'll take one of these. Wrap it up."

Yeah, so far, the only thing we know about this deal

is that someone has access to a great deal of money

and they're trying to find out something about Dresler.

How about the mob?

No. Their methods would be a little more direct.

Besides, Coop wouldn't be working for the mob.

Who's Coop?

Cooper.

Ralph E. Cooper.

He's the guy who was here.

Old friend of mine.

I knew him in Naval Intelligence.

Well, where is he now?

Well, the last I heard, he went to work

for an outfit called Consulserv.

Consultations Services, Inc.

Doing what, I don't know,

but, uh, Coop's a first-rate wireman.

He was a real stand-up guy, too,

till he got caught up in role-playing.

You know, where he's the master spy

and they are the arch villain.

It's like something out of a paperback novel,

only I think he kind of believed it.

(tires squealing)

(keys jangling)

- Okay, be nice. - What is this?

Get up there.

Come on, move.

- Hey, what...? - Shut up!

(tires squealing)

Hey, hey, what do you want?

Ah, shut your mouth.

Let's go.

(tires squealing)

Did you call his home?

He wasn't there.

The cops are all over the garage.

They've got him.

Where else could he be?

What are you so worried about?

He can handle himself.

He's an experienced agent.

- I brought him here. - Then you know.

My guess is the police will find him very noncommittal.

- Excuse me, Mr. Whitlock. - Mm-hmm.

There are two policemen here.

They'd like to see you.

I told them to wait inside.

Uh-huh. Thank you, Jayne.

Let's go see what Cooper didn't tell them.

Gentlemen, I'm Ted Whitlock.

- Archie! - Inspector Stone.

- How you doing? - Hey. This is Steve Keller.

- Oh. How are you? - Good.

He and I were the two best-looking rookies

in the police department.

Imagine what the other ones looked like.

(laughing): Yeah.

Archie Kimbro, Lieutenant.

- Mike Stone. - KIMBRO: I heard a lot about you.

I hope it was all good.

You gentlemen like some coffee?

No, not for me, thank you.

WHITLOCK: Please, sit down.

Well, what can I do for you?

We have information that a fellow's working for you

by the name of Ralph Cooper.

What can you tell us about him?

Cooper. Good man. What would you like to know?

Well, what kind of work does he do for you?

Industrial security systems analysis.

Well, we'd like to talk to him. Is he around?

(intercom buzzing)

He's still out of town, isn't he?

That's right, uh, but he should be back in two or three days.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

JAYNE: General Templeton on 14.

Uh, boy, I got to run.

Listen, it's so good to see you again, Steve.

- Archie, good to see you. - Andy.

I still haven't got those figures.

Can you tell the senator

to stall committee action for a couple of days?

Well, it's 2:30 your time.

KELLER: I'll meet you downstairs.

Uh, if you're not back on the hill by the time I get...

Fine. I'll reach you there.

Sorry.

Well, you were saying that Mr. Cooper was not here.

I think he's gone fishing.

He said something about taking a couple of days.

When was that?

Well, he-he told me last week.

I'm not sure what day it was.

Do you know a man by the name of Burt Dresler?

Dresler.

No, I don't think so.

What kind of work are you doing here?

Ah, you know.

No, I don't know.

Sure, you know.

Like, a guy wants to cut down his insurance.

We go in, look the place over, say, "Do this, do that."

Stuff like that.

Your boss sure seems to know a lot of important people.

(laughs) I think Whitlock knows every guy in Washington.

"Hi, General. How you doing, Senator?"

What's his background?

Spook.

I mean, I don't really know.

That's what they say.

Yeah.

Well, Whitlock's ex-CIA, you're an ex-cop.

This Cooper was some kind of agent.

Uh, what's going on here?

Hey, uh, how come you guys are looking into Cooper?

What's up?

Oh, you know.

Next time you talk to him, you ask him to give us a call?

Routine, right?

That's right. See you later.

If you're a pasta fan, I could recommend the fettuccine.

What, are you trying to kill me?

I'll take the filet of sole, and tell them, no garbage.

No butter, nothing.

I took off 15 pounds in two weeks.

That takes character.

I got a lot of character.

I also got a lot of money.

So I've heard.

Buys me a lot of things.

Interesting things.

Uh, pretty things, ugly things.

Why are you telling me all this, Burt?

(sighs)

Because you got something I want to buy.

Do I?

Your services, Ted.

Your company provides certain services that I need.

You see, uh, somebody has something of mine,

and I want it back, and I figure maybe you can help me.

I don't see how.

Your experience, your expertise.

I'm prepared to pay very well for complete security,

if you understand what I mean.

Sorry, Burt.

You want a retainer?

No.

It's not a question of money.

It's just that, at the moment,

I don't have a man to assign to you.

Don't assign anybody.

It's something I think you can handle yourself.

Afraid I'm a very busy man.

Well, then...

I guess I'll have to hire somebody else

to handle the matter.

If you do, Burt,

just make sure it's somebody you're not too fond of.

DESCO (sighs): I don't know that much about Consulserv, Mike.

They recruited me a couple years ago, but...

STONE: What have you heard?

Well, let's say you want to, uh, put a deal together

for a company or a multinational corporation

or foreign government.

Consulserv can grease the wheel,

put you next to the right guy,

give you an inside track to the top.

They can give you all the secrets

and, uh, tell you where all the bodies are buried.

Yeah, but what does a guy like Archie Kimbro know

about greasing wheels in Abju Jama?

(chuckling)

I was talking about, uh, consultation.

Kimbro is probably part of services.

Consultation Services, Inc.

STONE: Just what are the services?

Well, somebody has to get the secrets,

and somebody has to find out where the bodies are buried.

KELLER: I don't know, the whole place gives me the creeps.

You got these high-powered conferences going on,

files everywhere you look.

I mean, what are they doing there?

Information.

Classified, confidential, secret.

Begged, borrowed, bought and stolen.

(scoffs) Who knows for sure?

They'll stonewall you if you ask which way the door is.

Why would Kimbro leave the force to go with that?

For the money?

No, no, with Archie, it was something personal.

See, he was working with one of the intelligence units

on some underworld connections

with a restaurant supply house here,

and he was getting close to something.

His partner gets murdered.

So, Archie, uh, he got a little nuts.

You know, he got called out on the carpet a few times

for illegal search and seizure, harassment.

He'd do anything to make a case on the mob, and, uh,

including some things a little illegal.

And I guess, uh, he just thought there must be an easier way.

That's when he went and joined Consulserv.

So, he becomes a criminal to catch a criminal.

Interesting idea, isn't it?

Yeah, if you like that sort of thing.

What about Cooper?

Anything on him yet?

No word, nothing.

(doorbell rings)

(gasps)

(screaming)

(garbled radio transmission)

To the best of my knowledge, I never saw that man in my life.

Mm-hmm. Mrs. Young...

Does Mrs. Young have to be here?

She doesn't know anything.

I appreciate your help.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Mr. Young.

I'll be up in a minute.

Why would somebody put a guy

you never even saw on your doorstep?

There would have to be a connection.

In other words,

you are saying that you do not believe me.

Well, gentlemen, that is your privilege.

I will say it to you again, and I will swear to it.

I did not know that man.

No, there has to be... ha-has to be

some awful, horrible mistake.

That's all I can tell you.

Consulserv.

Consultation Services.

Now, do they mean anything to you?

Yes, they do. Why?

Did you ever do business with them?

Yes.

I made a, uh, bid on a contract for the Navy

for women's uniforms.

And I think Consulserv can help me land it,

and I have an arrangement with them.

Now, why? What does that have to do with this?

Is that all they do for you?

If that's what they do, it will be enough.

Who do you deal with there?

Ted Whitlock.

What about Ralph Cooper?

I don't know him.

Hmm.

Well, thank you for your cooperation.

I wish I could have been of more help.

Excuse me, Mr. Young, uh,

do you know a man named Burt Dresler?

Well, I know who he is; we've never met.

Are you bidding against him on this project?

I wish I knew.

Well, if you wanted to know, uh,

don't you have ways to find out?

I don't understand.

The dead man was Ralph Cooper.

He's an employee of Consulserv.

Good night, Mr. Young.

Good night.

(sighs)

Amazing, isn't it?

Everything fits, nobody knows anything.

Yeah, Young doesn't know Cooper,

who works for Whitlock, and never heard of Dresler.

And Dresler just happens not to know anything.

Yeah, I think somebody's lying.

I think everybody's lying.

You know what?

I'm going to drop you off at Kimbro's.

I want you to find out how he feels

about a brother employee being murdered.

Well, where are you headed?

Well, I think I'm going to give Mr. Dresler

something to think about besides buttons and bows.

Oh, Lieutenant.

Why don't you sit down and have a drink?

I want to talk to you.

Bad image, drinking in public, huh?

Come on, just kidding.

- Uh, we'll be right back. - Okay.

(Dresler sighs)

So, what do we talk about, Stone?

Leonard Young... What is he to you?

Young? To me?

Nothing. What's he supposed to be?

Could he be a competitor?

Sure, he's in the business. So are a lot of guys.

So, how many get stiffs put at their front door?

I got no idea.

Now, why not?

Look, I don't know Young.

- I don't know... - I know, I know.

You don't know anything.

Well, just listen and learn something.

You lose a man, so they lose a man, right?

That's the old game, isn't it?

Well, not in this town.

You want to play that game, you go somewhere else,

or I'm going to lock you up.

For what?

I told you to listen.

Now, listen.

I don't know what kind of waltz

you and Young are dancing, but I'm going to find out.

In the meantime, everybody better stay healthy.

Because, if one more man drops,

I'm coming to look for you.

You want to push, push, but not too hard.

Or what?

Sorry for the interruption.

What do you mean, he was tortured?

KELLER: He was tortured.

What do you want? His fingers were all chopped up.

- Oh, no. - Now, what did he know?

What did he have?

- I don't know. - "I don't know."

What is that, the, uh,

Consulserv code or something, Arch?

They give you a little cyanide pill?

You won't betray any secrets

about a ladies' ready-to-wear factory?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about Cooper,

employed by the Consulserv Corporation

to put a bug in Dresler's office.

Now, what, are you guys into kid games or something?

They give you a little secret signal code ring to wear?

Come on, get off my back, Steve.

You know what kind of company you work for, Arch?

A private CIA, KGB for hire.

"Hey, businessmen,

"you can't afford your own intelligence network?

Hire us, certified government-trained employees."

- Now, is that what you're into? - I don't know who killed...

- Will you get the hell out of here? - Who hired your company

to get something on Burt Dresler?

I don't know!

It was Leonard Young, wasn't it?

That's why Dresler put Cooper

on his doorstep... To scare him off.

Get out of here.

You know, Arch, you said you were making good money.

Well, I hope that's not all you're into it for,

because you sure are going to die poor.

YOUNG: I'm finished.

That's enough for me.

I want you to settle up my account and send me the bill.

- I'm out. - No problem, if that's what you want.

- But listen... - That is what I want.

Ted, I've learned my lesson.

Oh, I don't think it's that bad.

I mean, Dresler's methods are a little bit crude,

but, Len, I assure you,

someplace in this old world of ours,

the company is handling people

that make Burt Dresler look like a... a choirboy.

Oh, he's tough enough for me.

Now, look, you can handle anybody that you want to.

All I'm saying is, please leave me out of it.

I-I-I'll give you protection, round the clock, all right?

I'll put men on it who are the best for...

You don't understand me. I don't want protection.

I... Ted, all I want now is to call this off.

I want to go back to my family.

I want to go back to my business.

I'll make the best living that I can.

And, so Burt Dresler has no cash flow problems,

so he will have more than his fair share of the market.

I'll survive.

But now we know where that cash flow is coming from.

We can nail Mr. Dresler to the wall.

I wouldn't take that if you paid me.

Not for all the money in the world.

Good-bye, Mr. Whitlock.

I want to speak to Mr. Burt Dresler

at the Dainty Moods Corporation, please.

Good to hear from you, Ted.

I was about to take my business elsewhere.

If you remember, in our last conversation,

there was mention of certain items

that you wanted to recover?

Yes, I remember it very well.

As luck would have it,

I think I might just be able to help you out.

All right, let's cut to the bottom line, then.

How much is it going to cost me?

I think I'd prefer to skip any discussion of specifics

on the telephone.

Let me just add, though, that I'm reasonably confident

that we can help you out.

So, shall we get together?

Your place or mine?

KIMBRO: Whitlock!

Arch.

I have to talk to you.

Fix up something with Jayne for this afternoon.

- I've got a meeting. - Cooper's dead.

I know it.

Police called me.

Been in touch with his wife.

She's a strong lady, Arch.

Did you tell her they put his fingers in a vise

before they popped a cap into him?

I didn't know that.

Now you know.

What do you want to do about it?

The same thing you're going to do about it.

Leave it to the police.

The police can't do anything about it.

They don't have the evidence.

We do.

Just what is it we have, Archie?

The... the book.

No, we don't have that.

It belongs to the client.

This is more important than the client.

Nothing is more important than the client, Archie.

Excuse me, I have an appointment.

Well, j-just a minute, Whitlock.

This more than just another business deal.

This is a matter of what's right and what's wrong.

Now, Dresler's a crook and a killer,

and we can nail him for this.

Take your hands off me, Archie.

What's the problem, huh?

Are you afraid of him?

I won't let him hurt you... (grunts)

You're out of control, too emotional.

Stand up.

I want you to go home and pour yourself a drink,

think about where you'd like to spend some time, hmm?

Los Angeles, maybe, huh?

Too bad?

What do you mean?

I mean, I'm asking the home office to have you transferred.

After all, Mr. Dresler is engaging our services.

We're working for him?

Yeah, and you would be if you stayed here.

Can hardly afford to have you going around

saying nasty things about a client, can we?

(typewriter keys clacking)

Hi, Archie.

(phone ringing)

Mr. Whitlock's office.

No, I'm afraid he's not.

May I ask you who's calling?

(banging)

What on earth?

Archie, what are you doing?

Get out of this...

You put that back. Put that...

Put that book back, Archie.

You put it back right now.

Mobile operator, please.

Thank you, Jayne.

Seem to have a bit of a problem.

Archie Kimbro just broke into my office.

Stole the, uh, merchandise.

You think he'd take it to the police?

Not unless he wants to implicate himself in a murder.

I'm going to put three or four of my best men on it,

and I suggest you do the same thing.

If I find him first,

aren't you worried I might cancel our contract?

Not really, no.

I took the liberty of microfilming that book,

just in case you ever need the figures again

at some future date.

Uh, Ron, I'll get out here.

(engine sputtering)

(engine starts)

♪♪

Uh, Mr. Young?

What do you want?

(chuckling): Nothing.

I want to give you something.

- No! - Oh, take it easy.

Look.

You see?

It's Burt Dresler's book.

I don't want that.

Now, will you please...

I'm not trying to sell it to you.

I want to give it to you.

Now, here.

Take it.

You didn't hear what I said.

I said that I don't want that.

What do you mean, you don't want it? You paid for it.

There's enough in here to put Burt Dresler away. Look!

Every time the Detroit action cuts up 10,000,

Burt Dresler gets one.

That was his buyout when he left the rackets.

It's all in here: who he pays, how much.

I don't care. I don't... I don't...

- Just go. Please... - All right, all right, all right.

Then give it to the cops. They'll believe you.

You just tell them that he left it in your office... anything.

You figured out what it was

and you're doing your duty as a good citizen.

Anything, but just take it.

I don't want it!

The guy who called me said he had a notebook.

He wanted to give it to me.

He said it would prove that Burt Dresler has been

receiving payoffs from organized crime in the Detroit area.

I wouldn't mind getting a look at that book.

Neither would I. I'd love it.

He didn't, by any chance,

tell you how he happened to get a hold of that package?

He said he found it.

(chuckles)

Sure, he found it... In Dresler's office.

He just happened by chance to drop in the skylight.

So I said I can't use it.

What am I supposed to do?

Walk into court and tell them a character I never met in my life

left exhibit A in a bus locker and mailed me the key?

(chuckles)

Come on, now.

No idea who it could have been?

No, but he sounded like the hounds of hell were after him.

That's all I can tell you.

Could be Leonard Young.

If we get him, we owe you one.

I'll take Dresler, on toast.

If we can figure out a way, you got him.

I said that I didn't know what he was talking about.

I said I didn't know why he had come to see me.

I... all I could assume was that he was, uh, demented.

Sure.

What did he look like?

He, uh, was about my size, but, uh,

with blond, frizzy kind of hair, with a mustache.

And I guess he was in his early 30s, maybe.

Is there any particular reason why you didn't report this?

Well, as I just said to you, I thought he was a maniac.

And the only reason I'm telling you now

is because of the questions you just asked me.

Okay. Thanks.

(quietly): You know who the maniac is, don't you?

Archie Kimbro.

Manager hasn't seen Archie since this morning.

Let's put out an APB.

I'll check out some of his old hangouts.

Hey, Fred, you seen Kimbro around here anywhere?

Been looking for you, Arch.

Oh, yeah?

How come?

I understand you know something naughty about Burt Dresler.

Okay.

You get what I have, and I get immunity.

What's the matter, Arch?

You done something wrong?

No. You know, I mean...

I know what you mean, yeah.

But, look, I don't want Dresler

for no Mickey Mouse charge, all right?

We want him for murder.

He's looking to take a whack at me, too.

How do you know?

I know.

That means Dresler knows you got the book.

How do we bag him, Steve?

You really want to know?

I'll do anything.

No immunity.

If we get him for murder, anything.

Okay.

We use the book to flush him out,

but you're going to have to be the bait.

Okay.

And the book has got to be

in Dresler's possession when we bust him.

That's not easy.

Who said anything about it being easy, Arch?

STONE: Who broke into the factory with you?

KIMBRO: Cooper and...

- Ralph Cooper? - Yeah.

Was he the wireman?

Yeah.

And, um, pick man by the name of Mayhew.

Paul, Don... something.

Who ordered the break-in?

Ted Whitlock.

Consultation Services, right?

That's right.

Would you type that out, please?

Okay.

Okay, now it's my turn.

You're going to have your turn.

Right now.

Hey, let me talk to Burt Dresler.

Well, maybe you better tell him

that Archie Kimbro's on the other line.

How would you like to buy your book back, Dresler?

$25,000.

Sure, it's worth that much.

I'm going to get out of town.

I'm going to leave you alone.

I'll let you know tomorrow where and when,

so don't you worry about it.

♪♪

You're a nuisance, you know that?

You got the money?

Hold it.

I'll do that.

Sure. Why not?

You got the book?

I guess, if the boys knew you were passing this around,

you'd be dead by now, huh?

You want to talk or you want to do business?

Archie, hit it!

Police! Hold it!

(tires screeching)

Hold it!

Okay, Mr. Slick.

(grunting)

No, you don't.

You don't lay a hand on him.

Come on, stand up.

Mr. Dresler, you are under arrest.

What do we have here?

Well, it's a notebook.

Come on.

You take things too seriously.

I told you that.

No good guys, no bad guys, just the business.

I don't know.

Maybe he's right.

He'll get out before I do.

That's not the answer, Arch.

You break into someplace, take anything you want,

bug it, hell with legalities... I mean, that's nothing.

STONE: Let me ask you a question.

When you were a cop, you played it by the rules.

Why did you quit being a cop?

I figured there had to be an easier way.

Well, if you find one, let us know.