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She doesn't like being left alone.

When are you gonna get married, Jim?

- Ever hear of Bernie Tucker?

- Nope. Where we going?

3209 Bryan Street.

Hello, Myrna.

I don't know your name, but hello.

- Somebody told me you were a little girl.

- No. I'm a big girl.

Mind a couple of visitors?

I'm not sure. I might.

- You live alone?

- Yeah, but don't let that scare you.

Do you mind?

No, I don't mind.

I'd better not mind, huh?

I like to stink myself up.

That means "night of joy. "

Boyfriend?

- Who is he?

- What do you want?

Bernie Tucker. He mean anything to you?

Check on this

and see if you get a make.

- Where is he?

- How do I know?

Come on.

He was real cute.

You wanna see how cute he was?

With love, from Bernie.

He was real cute.

You know, you're cute too.

Anybody ever tell you you were cute?

Where is he?

I've got ideas.

- Make me tell.

- It makes, Jim.

Bernie Tucker.

With Gordy Miller and Mushy Castro.

This guy's new to the gang.

Check around the building

and see what you can find out.

How's about one for me?

You gonna tell me where Bernie is?

What will happen to me if I tell?

Nothing will happen.

Bernie finds out, he'll break my neck.

I won't let Bernie break your neck.

And if I don't?

You'll make me talk.

You'll squeeze it out of me

with those big, strong arms.

Won't you?

That's right, sister.

Those are a bunch of rough boys.

They find out she talked,

you know what she'll get.

You sure don't care about people,

do you?

Where to?

Waterfront.

Harbor Hotel.

Hey. Hey!

What room is this guy in?

Twenty-nine.

Cops.

You bust in and shove a guy around.

You got nothing on me.

Mushy Castro. Where is he?

And Gordy Miller.

I wish I knew. I'd be glad to tell you.

Maybe this time they could get them

a couple of cops.

Listen, it's getting late.

Go on, hit the sack.

Go ahead.

Come on.

All right, Bernie. We're alone now.

Yeah. You and me, alone.

- You can't talk, huh?

- Oh, sure.

I'm a good talker. I like to talk.

Okay.

Let's have it.

Oh, I just told you, I'm a great talker.

Wait until you hear me.

You're gonna make me crack you,

aren't you?

Go on. Hit me.

Hit me.

Come on. Come on.

- No.

- Why do you make me do it?

Why do you make me do it?

You know you're gonna talk.

I'm gonna make you talk.

I always make you punks talk.

Why do you do it?

Why? Why?!

You go on home. I'll book him.

- You wanna take the car?

- I'll walk.

You dirty cop. You dirty, rotten cop!

Hey, let him alone, Jim.

What's the matter with you, Jim?

Mr. Wilson.

- Good pass. How's your place kicking?

- Swell. I'll show you.

How come you're walking?

Oh, just for a change.

- Everything okay?

- Sure.

Who cares.

Is Captain Brawley here?

- Hi, chief.

- Hello, Jim.

Oh, George.

- Some more bread.

- Yes, captain.

Sergeant said you wanted to see me.

Yeah, I told him to call you.

Well, what about him?

- You had breakfast? You'd like to eat?

- No, thanks.

Soup is all right, George.

Soup is all right.

Sure you don't wanna eat?

That Bernie Tucker,

he must have put up a hard fight.

- No.

- I understand, I understand.

Back in the old days,

used to give me trouble too.

But you let yourself get out of hand.

This Bernie,

I got a call from the hospital.

George. More peas.

- Who called from the hospital?

- His lawyer. His lawyer called.

You never can tell.

Never tell what?

The way they cook vegetables

in this place. Wonderful.

His lawyer, he wants to talk to you.

Now, it could be something

about another civil suit.

What for?

Ruptured bladder.

You should be more careful, Jim.

You don't get information being careful.

I got you a lead

on Mushy Castro, didn't I?

Yeah, I know. And we picked him up.

Him and Gordy Miller, early this morning.

You're a good officer, Jim.

One of the best.

But another deal like this,

and you know what it means.

Yeah, I know what it means.

Take it easy.

Seventy-six. Seventy-six.

Report sheriff's station, Clark Street.

One-thirty-two, code six...

...11th and Clark.

Better check that.

It's Myrna, the girl who gave you the tip.

Ambulance.

Jim!

Get that goon out of here.

Take him back to the car.

You know what Brawley told you.

Are you trying to get thrown off the force?

Okay, so I get thrown off the force.

What kind of a job is this anyway?

Garbage. That's all we handle, garbage!

Didn't you know?

That's the kind of job it is.

Well, you've been doing it for 16 years.

You ought to know.

How do you do it?

How do you live with yourself?

I don't. I live with other people.

This is like any other job.

I do it the best I can. It's never enough.

When I go home,

I don't take this stuff with me.

But you, the way you

carry it around inside, you must like it.

Maybe you think that

makes you a good cop.

They way you're going, you won't

be good to anybody. Not even yourself!

Somebody had to tell you.

To get anything out of life,

you gotta put something in it.

From the heart!

Let's get out of here. You coming?

You go ahead.

I'll call in.

Come in.

Right. Right.

Then you get a court order.

That's what you're paid for.

Are you trying to tell me

what's evidence and what's not?

Well, then, do it.

Right. Right.

What did I tell you

about being so free with your hands?

Pop says he had to drag you off

last night's arrest. Well?

I broke the case, made the arrest.

I don't know why I should take the rap.

You don't? After I warned you?

- What do you expect, a medal?

- I've been given a medal.

Not for trying to be judge,

jury and executioner.

- I get results.

- What results?

You think the DA can take a statement

you club out of someone and make it stick?

Judges throw that sort of confession

out the window.

The only result is citizens' committees

screaming about police brutality.

- "Citizens' committees. "

- The department needs friends.

"Friends. "

Cops have no friends.

Nobody likes a cop.

On either side of the law. Nobody.

Is that what you want?

People to like you?

Then you're in the wrong business

and you ought to get out.

It's the only job I know.

Has been for 11 years now.

Then make up your mind to be a cop.

Not a gangster with a badge.

I think it's better

if you get away from here for a few days.

There's a case out of town, up north.

- Siberia.

- That's right. Westham.

About 70 miles upstate.

Sheriff Carrey's in charge. He phoned.

A girl's been killed. They need help.

You report to him.

Here's all the information.

Take it easy, Jim. And what I said...

...you'd better think it over.

And you better take some warm clothes.

When did it happen, Mr. Carrey?

It must have happened

while they was on their way home.

The minute they call me, I come out.

We found her in the brush,

about a mile down the road.

- Was anyone with her?

- Her sister Julie.

She come running home, screaming.

That's how they found out.

Right away, there was about 30 of us

from all around, with guns, looking.

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