McQ Page #5

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Proof again of how unfair things are.

The advantage always lies

with the people on the inside.

Who?

You ask me?

How do I know?

I'm on the outside.

But big people, it would seem.

A big operation.

Who else but big people?

How about Stan Boyle? Did you blast him?

I had no reason.

Possibly he discovered

what was taking place.

Perhaps it's been going on

for a long time.

Maybe everything that was ever burned

was sugar.

Now, I find that concept fascinating.

Certain officials are my competitors.

See what the world has become?

Well, I can't help you.

Then go.

I have nothing to fear from you.

All this will be destroyed

and no one will know of my embarrassment,

except those very clever officials.

Of course.

One more thing.

I don't see anything.

What'd he hit you with?

Powdered sugar. The hell with that, Pinky.

Let's get on with it.

Well, let's see what we can put together.

- Now, there are two separate frolics here.

- That's right.

Santiago arranged the heist,

and he came up a loser.

Insiders pulled this job.

Wally Johnson stood

the morning watch alone.

It would have been easy for him to

slip out the dope and slip in the sugar.

His murder, Hyatt's, and Stan's

all connect.

And no militants mixed up in it, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. And that makes you wonder,

doesn't it,

why Kosterman was so eager to stick them.

Yeah, doesn't it?

And that's why I need you.

So you check IRS, his bank accounts,

any girlfriend he might have on the side.

You know the routine.

Kosterman. That's heavy.

- What are you gonna do?

- I've got my own angle.

He probably collected and stashed

that dope by now.

If it's not on the street already.

- Sergeant Davis.

- J. C.?

This is Lon.

- Can you talk?

- Go.

Has a new supply of junk hit the streets?

Not a thing, Lon.

Well, let me know if it does.

Sure. What is it? What are you into?

Don't ask. Just answer.

It's best that way.

McQ.

Coffee.

Go outside and bring the car

around front, baby.

We're not gonna be here much longer.

The air in here got foul.

Just go get the car, baby, and be cool.

What the hell is wrong with you, McQ,

coming here?

Don't get excited, Rosey.

I hear you're holding out on me.

What are you trying to do, man,

run me out of business?

Your stuff's coming down

from headquarters, some top brass.

What the hell are you talking about, McQ?

I get from Santiago. You know that.

I don't know anything

about any cops, either.

I think you do, and I wanna hear it.

- Okay, but not here.

- Here. Now.

You know what will happen to me

if I'm seen with you on my tail?

Man, I'll be out of business in a week.

Look, McQ, on the force or off,

you are bad news,

and if anybody was dirty,

you ought to know who.

What do you mean by that?

Boyle, your buddy. That's who.

Now, there's a cat

that smelled bad all the way.

Back that up, Rosey.

Give me something solid to support it.

Street talk.

The same way I get everything else

for you, street talk.

You ever bad-talk Boyle again,

I'll kill you.

Myra?

Hi.

I don't know if it's healthy

being seen with you.

- I hear you're making a lot of people mad.

- Uh-huh.

Sit down a minute.

You heard about the drug heist,

the hit on the state narco officers.

Yes, it's been all over the TV.

And there's a rumor

that somebody down at headquarters

isn't clean.

I don't know anything about that.

You wouldn't be holding out on me, Myra?

- I'm a tired man.

- No.

I'm not dealing, Lon,

- ...but when you are rested...

- You know something?

You are attractive.

Oh, sure.

That's all that a girl like me needs,

is a liar like you.

You sure you won't come in?

Thanks.

Well, if you should change your mind,

you know where I'll be.

No, no. That's all right. Thank you.

Good night.

Just a minute, Lon, honey. I'm coming.

Oh, no.

Hello.

Lon, where the hell have you been?

I've been trying to reach you.

- What did Myra tell you?

- Nothing.

She didn't know a thing.

Well, somebody thought she did.

She's been killed.

Damn.

What the hell?

What the hell?

- Holy Jesus!

- Look at that.

Get some foam on this thing.

- Where are you?

- In the back.

How bad are you hurt?

How the hell do I know?

Get some foam on this thing.

I'm up to my butt in gas.

Well, there's no fracture.

I don't see

any other apparent injuries.

Well, it may not be apparent,

but you ought to feel it from my side.

You've been banged up pretty good.

Watch this hammer.

Keep your head still.

I think we'll keep you here overnight

for observation.

Nurse, where is that head injury?

Well, as they say, you're a lucky man.

- What's with the car?

- Totaled.

You're gonna need new wheels,

that's for sure.

It's time I got rid of it.

If it isn't being wrecked,

it's being stolen.

- What is it?

- Nothing.

Stay right here, Lieutenant,

I'll be with you in a minute.

Thank you, Nurse.

What do you think, Lon? Santiago?

No. He could have taken me

anytime he wanted.

The whole thing's weird.

Why press you in iron?

It's not so weird if they wanted

to separate me from that car.

- Where is it?

- Impound on Olive.

- Why?

- Just a thought.

Okay, I'll split.

If you need anything, I'll be at home.

- Say hello to Ellen.

- Right.

- What's this for?

- You.

No way.

Damn it, Lieutenant. We're busy

around here. I say you get in this chair.

- Hospital regulations.

- And I say it's damn ridiculous.

All right, Lieutenant,

but we're taking it up with us anyway.

I don't make the regulations, you know.

Why, you could be very seriously

injured and not even know it.

Maybe you're right, Nurse.

I've had

other cases like you, though.

Just last week I had three.

Two of them were okay,

but one of them was... One of them...

Well, for Christ's sake.

Olive and 23rd.

Car 10 to radio.

Notify Captain Kosterman

the subject just left the hospital.

All right, Lon, come on out.

We know you're in there.

Farrow.

Come over here.

What's going on?

What are you doing here?

I came to meet a friend.

What is going on?

Captain got an anonymous tip.

Lon's had the stolen dope in his car.

He's in there after it now.

Lon?

'Why not?

Anyone can go bad.

Goodbye, Pinky, you're in the way.

Take him over there till I can get to him.

Come on, Lon,

we know you're armed.

Now come out with your hands empty.

Lon, we got a lot of firepower out here.

Don't make me use any heat.

All right, Lon, you coming out?

Let's have the dog.

All right, bring him out.

Son of a b*tch!

Lon, what happened?

The police were here looking for you

10 minutes ago.

- Where are you going?

- Down to see my folks.

All right. Get the car out.

Lon, what happened?

Come on, Lois.

All right, Lon. What happened?

Lon, for God's sake.

Stan was dirty.

I don't believe it.

I didn't want to, either.

He was in a frolic, all right,

to steal dope from the Property section

and sell it off.

The dope had been switched for sugar

long before the heist.

It was stashed in my car.

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