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go to Chief Grogan's desk.

That goes for lawyers, too.

No, I don't want to talk to them.

Bye.

Captain Bennerman, Internal Affairs.

- Good morning, Mr. Santiago.

- Good morning.

- Bob, I thought you'd be in court today.

- No, that's tomorrow.

I was worried about the detective

who was shot last night.

I'm afraid there may be repercussions.

Why should that be?

I did not shoot him.

I was on an overnight plane

from Mexico City.

I know that, Manuel.

But it's my responsibility to caution you

about the possibility of harassment.

- Good morning, Mr. Santiago.

- Good morning, Chris.

Harassment. Such a nice lawyer's word.

Thank you, Bob. You're very conscientious.

How is he?

Critical.

Shame.

...handling

the modern supertankers,

eliminating the need

for the ships to travel.

Detective Sergeant Stan Boyle died

late this morning

at Harborview Hospital,

victim of shotgun wounds

sustained early this morning.

Boyle's assailant remains at large.

Police investigations continue.

This is

your weather girl, Barbara Bogey,

with today's report

on Seattle and vicinities.

High today in the upper 50s.

Low overnight of 42.

Cloudy, clearing in the late afternoon.

What was just on the news?

Sorry. I wasn't paying any attention.

The detective that got shot this morning,

he died.

...400 miles

off the coast of British Columbia

with a cold front extending

west-south west...

Two climbers from

Washington state are reported missing...

So, one less detective to worry about.

Yeah, one less detective to worry about.

I got a message from Patty Samuels.

He's sorry he blew it on McQ,

but he rang it up with Boyle.

Send that widow a Japanese tea set.

- Who are you?

- Who? I'll show you who.

That's who.

Patty Samuels made a deathbed statement.

You put up 10 grand

to go bang on Boyle and me.

- You're insane!

- Yeah?

What's the matter? No confession?

Even under duress?

He's taking a shower.

The damn phones haven't stopped ringing.

Upstairs, the city council.

The man has clout.

What did you expect?

His lawyer was gonna let it die?

I never touched him.

Sure, we talked,

but he slipped on the wet floor and fell.

He says otherwise. So do his men.

They're his men.

You're off the investigation, Lieutenant,

pending review.

What's all this?

Everybody knows that Santiago is

the biggest dealer in the city,

in spite of his cover.

Intelligence knows it, and so do the feds.

His "H" comes in from Canada by mule...

Just file your report, Lieutenant.

The commission will be pleased

to consider whatever you have to say.

A date will be set for the review board,

and you will be notified.

That's it.

Until further notice, you're on a desk.

I tried to warn you.

No, wait.

- Wait a minute, Lon, don't do that.

- Too much politics.

Come on. Don't do that.

Go away and think about it.

You put in too many years here, Lon.

You got a good record, a damn good record,

of arrests and convictions.

Frank, let him go.

He was never part of the team anyway.

Yeah, run it smooth.

Don't do anything. Don't rock the boat.

- You mean to infer that...

- I can infer anything I want now, Chief.

I'm a civilian again.

What happened?

Run this through the lab for me, will you?

See if you can get rne a make.

- Lon?

- I'll call you.

- Lois?

- I hope you don't mind my coming down.

I just couldn't sit home.

Glad you did.

Welcome aboard.

Oh, my high-heel shoes.

Oh, you can't hurt these decks.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

No.

Let me fake it.

Thanks for holding my hand at the funeral.

Big turnout, wasn't it?

Stan had a lot of friends,

that kind of a fella.

The city went all out.

Fifty motorcycles,

all that media coverage.

God, why does anybody want to be a cop?

How about a drink?

Yeah.

I'm glad now we never had any kids.

Maybe it would have been better

having some. Who knows?

It's all right. Alcohol purifies.

How do you stand it,

this living in solitary?

You get used to it.

Water or soda?

It doesn't matter.

You should get yourself a woman.

She'd at least straighten up for you.

Not enough for them anymore.

Women's lib, you know.

Growing up, isn't she?

You still do your Sundays?

Wouldn't miss them for anything.

Why should you?

If you've got something good, keep it.

I saw your ex in the papers.

She and Forrester

at some lawyers' meeting.

He sure got up there all of a sudden.

I'm glad for her.

Well, Lois, what are your plans?

I don't know. I'm all mixed-up.

Lon, can I be your sister?

Sure.

I'd like that.

All I had were three brothers.

We were always banging knuckles.

Then let's do something crazy, brother.

Let's get in your car and go someplace.

Canada.

Let's get lost for about 10 years. Yes.

Ten years is just about right.

It's all right, isn't it?

Get it out.

It's all right. It's over.

I am tough, see?

What about you?

I heard you quit.

Congratulations.

Nothing lost.

Creeps have made all the gains.

Cops get to listen to lots of organ music.

Go get yourself a good job.

Yeah.

- Pinky?

- Huh?

I parked in your spot.

It doesn't matter.

The car's in the shop anyway.

- New bills, huh?

- Yeah.

Sorry about Boyle.

Yeah.

Want a beer?

No, thanks.

Pinky, I want to come in with you.

Lon, there's hardly enough for me.

Some bad checks, door shaking.

Even divorce has gone sour.

Dissolution is putting us out of business.

No salary.

I need the cover of your license, Pinky.

Looking for a base?

That's right. I'll bring my own client.

- Who?

- Me.

I get it. Stan's killing.

Do-it-yourself gumshoeing, huh?

Why quit?

Why don't you just take a leave?

Freer this way.

There's a lot of badasses on the street

carrying your bruises.

They'd love to catch you without the

protection of the departmental umbrella.

Well, that's part of the bundle, Pinky.

How about it?

Well, if that's what you want,

we'll get you registered.

Gee, will Kosterman get hot.

Okay, sign right there, will you, Lon?

His name's Freddie LaSaHe.

He's a contract man from St. Louis.

How did he get by the airport watch?

Who knows? Drove in.

Any surveillance on him?

Would be if we could find him.

Well, how about intelligence?

Why is he here?

Nothing.

Well, I'm located now. Pinky's.

You got his number?

I can get it.

I'm depending on you

to keep me up on things.

Well, I'll do what I can, Lon,

but my neck only goes out so far.

That's the only way to go.

Rosey? It's me.

Did you get any more...

None of your snitches will help you now.

They know you can't deal anymore.

The hell I can't.

- Don't park it. I'm not staying.

- Yes, sir.

- Lon, this is a surprise.

- Yeah. Nice party.

We're trying to raise some money

for a foster-parent program.

It's awful about Stan.

I tried to reach Lois. I'll keep trying.

- I heard you resigned.

- That's right.

I'm glad.

I'm sorry, too,

that it didn't happen a long time ago.

Is Ginger around? Back from school?

She should be here any minute.

Elaine,

I need $5,000.

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