The Enforcer Page #2

All right, I'm sorry.

You know that...

...if you make inspector

under the Mayor's new guidelines...

...you might just be out riding

in a police car?

Yes, sir, that's what I'm hoping for.

Officer Moore, maybe you'll tell us...

...about your most important felony arrest.

I've never made a felony arrest.

Well, maybe you'll tell us about

your best misdemeanor arrest, then.

I've never made

a misdemeanor arrest either.

Then what the hell gives you the right

to become an inspector...

...when some men have been

on the street for 10 or 15 years?

"The woman's place is in the home."

Is that what you're trying to say?

Do you think this is an encounter group?

I want to know what she'll do

when someone points a gun at her...

...and says, "Hit the deck! "

You're just deliberately trying

to fail this candidate, aren't you?

Well, if she fails out there,

she gets her ass blown off.

It's my ass!

And my hard luck.

Except, out there you'll have a partner.

If you get blown away,

he gets blown away with you.

And that's a hell of a price to pay

for being stylish.

Are you finished with the questioning?

Hypothetical situation, huh?

I'm standing on the street corner...

...and Mrs. Grey there comes up

and propositions me.

She says, if I come home with her for $5,

she'll put on a show...

...with a Shetland pony.

- If this is your idea of humor, Inspector...

All right, what are you trying

to do here, Callahan?

I'm trying to find out if anybody here

knows what law is being broken...

...besides cruelty to animals.

That's a conspiracy,

under Title 7, Section 182...

...Paragraph 1

of the California State Penal Code.

A conspiracy to commit a misdemeanor

is a felony...

...and according to People vs. Bashor in...

- Yes, that's right, good answer.

Thank you, Officer Moore,

you'll be notified of your grade.

After I take care of the guard

and get his keys...

...we drive to the far end

of warehouse 50A. Lalo?

All right, now that's...

I drop you off at that end,

at that small door, then I drive around...

...to the wharf side of the warehouse.

You open up that first big door...

...I drive it in and back up

to the first compound on the right.

Karl and Tex?

Hey, man,

we grab the M-16 automatic rifles, right?

Wanda?

Locate and take any explosives.

Dynamite, detonators, and any plastics.

Right. Henry Lee?

I tote and I load all the ammo

for the M-16s, okay, man?

Miki?

Locate the Law rockets. They should be

somewhere in the back of the compound.

That's the most important item.

Tex, are you sure of their location?

Hey, I sweated in that place for five years.

They're there, I promise.

All right, you guys.

- This is for the people.

- Right on, "for the people."

Jesus, spare me.

- What is it?

- Gas Company.

- What's the trouble?

- We've a gas leak in the area.

We got to check out

your underground pipes.

For pete's sake,

don't smoke until we tell you it's okay.

I won't.

It's seeping down into your sewer system.

This whole damn block could go!

- You got a phone I could use?

- Yeah, right this way.

Let's go.

Charlie left the gate open.

Better check it.

Tony, call a backup.

- I'm going to check around.

- Frank, watch yourself.

Law's rocket!

- Beautiful.

- Yes.

Lalo, get the rest of these loaded.

You'll blow us out of here.

Be quiet. Are you all right?

Let us get these.

Freeze.

All of you, hold it right there!

Put those boxes down.

You, back there,

stand up where I can see you.

And drop that gun.

Put your hands over your head and freeze!

- Now, just wait a second, mister.

- Now you shut up and listen.

You just blink an eyelid

and I'll mail you home to Mama in a box.

Now, all of you, against the fence!

Now!

You, too, honey!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, my God. Jesus!

Oh, baby, it's all right,

I'll get you out. I'll get you home.

Bobby, help me. Help me get her up.

- You're going to get us caught.

- No, we'll make it.

- She's dead.

- She's not dead!

The hell she isn't!

Come on, it's over.

Get it on there.

Lalo, get up in there. Come on.

Halt, police! Halt or I'll fire!

I'm gonna get this son of a b*tch.

Goddamn it!

Well, he said it looked like

a regular Gas Company truck.

I'm checking with the Marin County

Sheriff's Department.

Might tie in with those two bodies

they found up there last week.

Yes, sir.

How's DiGeorgio?

Well, Irene is in there with him now.

Is that supposed to be

some kind of answer?

Harry, he's just been given the last rites.

- Get what you can, huh?

- I will.

- Listen, I'm sorry.

- I know.

Hello, Harry.

He's been asking for you.

How is he?

He's in and out.

I'll smoke a cigarette.

It's a war, isn't it?

I guess I never really understood that.

Frank, what happened?

I had them dead bang. And then I...

Sorry.

There's something

you wanted to tell Harry.

Harry, listen, the punk who cut me...

...I've seen him before.

Where?

I just can't make the name.

Well, where do you know him from, Frank?

That homicide, remember?

The old hooker...

...up on Filmore district.

The summer of '71?

What about it?

Well, he was one of the pimps

we questioned.

We liked him for it, Harry.

We liked him real good.

As I recall, we liked everybody

north of Market Street on that one.

He had one of those cutesy-pie

little boy names:

Charlie or something, or Bobby.

I'll check Records,

they should have your notes.

Ten-to-one they blow it.

Not this time, Frank.

Maybe you better get some rest, huh?

Do you have to go just yet?

Not if you don't want me to.

Thanks, Harry.

Get Irene.

- Did you talk to Records?

- No, not yet. That was McKay.

We just got a tape from those bastards.

I'll see you in my office in 30 minutes.

Code Blue, intensive care.

Thirty minutes.

We want $1 million

or we start blowing things up.

The People's Revolutionary Strike Force.

Remember Fessenheim.

Fessenheim?

It's being checked.

This Revolutionary Strike Force,

are they on your list?

Nothing.

- Think it's legitimate?

- Probably not.

This is Lieutenant Bressler in Homicide.

Well, what are you doing

about those records? What's happening?

What do you mean, "what records"?

I talked to you about them

half an hour ago.

Homicide. Filmore district.

Inspectors Callahan and DiGeorgio.

What are you talking about,

a written request?

Well, who's got the keys?

Look. I'm coming down there

in five minutes...

...and you better have those files open,

you pencil-pushing son of a b*tch!

You don't have to make threats.

I'm telling you, I'm going to nail the guy...

...who carved DiGeorgio

if I have to do it on my own time.

That won't be necessary.

You've been back in Homicide

since 9:
00 this morning, didn't you know?

No. I've been down in Records

looking up an old homicide.

Any luck?

Well, I've got 11 names here

of known pimps.

- I think our man is one of them.

- Judson, Maddox, Skidmore.

Shall I tell you my instinct on this?

- Black militants.

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