The Enforcer Page #3

- No, it keeps coming up hookers.

The girl who was shot in the warehouse

is Miki Waleska.

She was a known prostitute.

What we've got here is

a well-organized group of militants...

...with enough explosives to blow half

of San Francisco away, including...

...Law's rockets!

- Law's rockets?

- Yeah.

The Army's giving us a demonstration

at the firing range...

...in exactly 35 minutes.

I'd like everyone connected

with the case to be there.

I want you to know what you're up against.

I've too much to do. Besides, I've already

been checked out on a Law's rocket.

Your partner hasn't.

My partner?

Sh*t!

You know Inspector Moore?

Inspector.

I'll see you both out at the firing range.

Inspector?

Listen, Inspector, I realize that you are not

particularly happy by this assignment.

- You don't think I'm up to it, do you?

- Right.

All right...

...I would like to get one thing straight,

and that is the fact I'm a woman.

I consider that fact absolutely irrelevant

from now on...

...because I will not accept,

nor do I expect, any special consideration.

Marvelous.

The Law's rocket,

for all intents and purposes...

...a one-shot, throwaway,

disposable bazooka.

It is a fiberglass tube, 45 inches long...

...3 inches in diameter,

which fires a single projectile...

...designed to penetrate armor plating

up to the thickness 3/4 of an inch.

If you've all had a good look at the rocket,

I'll demonstrate how it works.

To fire the rocket, you first pull this pin...

...dropping the rear cover...

...then pull.

Your front sight,

your rear sight spring up...

I got word from Pathology...

...at noon they're posting that guard

that was killed last night.

- Check on it.

- I'll be there.

Captain?

Go ahead.

Gentlemen, if you'll keep your eyes

on that half-track...

...I'll demonstrate how effective

this weapon can be.

Coming, Inspector?

- Inspector?

- Yeah?

- 13.5 in my gym shorts.

- What?

My time in the 100.

You asked me at the Orals Board.

- You think I was picking on you?

- Yes.

It was nothing personal.

Right.

I don't think you know

what we do for a living in Homicide.

I'll find out.

I hope you don't find out the hard way.

How fast do you run the 100, Inspector?

Beats me.

I meant to tell you how sorry I am

about your partner.

He's not the first one I've lost.

I know, Fanducci in '68 and Smith in '72,

but it wasn't your fault.

- How'd you know that?

- I checked on your records.

I don't want to get killed

anymore than you do.

What's the matter?

The Black guy with the briefcase.

I know him from somewhere.

- Tan suit?

- Yeah.

What did he do?

Can't remember. It's not important.

- Tell me, ever been to one of these before?

- No.

In that case,

I'd like to suggest that you sit out here.

Please don't concern yourself, Inspector.

- Hello, Harry.

- Hi.

Who's the pretty lady?

That's my partner, Inspector Moore.

You've missed most of it.

We got hung up on a firing range.

I've got it on tape for you.

We've just finished the abdominal cavity.

I'm interested in the wound.

The entry wound

was above the right renal area...

...between the ninth and tenth rib,

penetrating up into the chest cavity...

...perforating the right lung.

There was also damage

to some of the other vital organs...

...pancreas, kidneys, etcetera.

- What kind of a knife was it?

- A long heavy blade.

We're going into the skull now.

I'd say, an educated guess,

it was one of those killing knives:

A Marine Corps Boy,

or one of those Special Forces' Randalls.

Any bruises about the face?

Indications that the killer clamped

his left hand over the mouth, from behind.

- Professional?

- Textbook.

On first examination,

no exterior damage to the skull.

Subject brain shows no contrecoup- type

damage or blood clotting.

Jesus H. Christ, Harry,

come here and look at this!

- It's the damnedest thing I ever saw.

- What's that?

What it says:
"Eat at Luigi's! "

Welcome to Homicide.

What are you doing? Come here.

Excuse me, I'm with him.

I was coming down the hall to take a leak

when this whole thing blew.

Anybody in there?

- No, I don't think so.

- Where are you going?

I got a group of kids,

some of them are missing.

- Help him out.

- Me?

Great. Just step out here, will you?

Well, we were lucky this time.

It's getting so that you can't even go

to the can in peace.

- We've got them all, they're okay.

- Good.

You didn't see anybody go in there

before the explosion, did you?

No.

You sure? Black guy with a tan hat

and suit, briefcase.

I did see a guy like that.

Was he a short guy, about 5-foot-1?

No, this dude was 6 foot.

That's him.

It was a bomb, I think I saw who did it.

- Any idea who it was?

- He looked familiar...

- Inspector?

- Just a minute.

- You better check the mug shots.

- Inspector?

Honey, do you mind, we're talking.

This is very important.

Now, you better check the mug shots,

we just got another message.

They're asking for $2 million now.

- $2 million?

- I just saw him.

- Who?

- Tan suit and a hat and a briefcase.

- Where?

- Right down here.

- Why the hell didn't you tell me?

- Why the hell didn't you ask me?

There he is, look!

Jesus!

Damn it.

What the hell's going on here?

What are you doing here?

- Who are you?

- Police officer.

All right, speedy, you're under arrest.

In the name of God, man, this is a church.

What are you doing?

I'm a police officer, this man's under arrest.

Father, help me, I wasn't doing a thing.

This guy is just rousting me.

Would it be asking too much

to see some credentials, Officer?

This guy runs like a rabbit.

I'm not about to let him go.

I'd like to see the credentials, right now.

If you insist.

- Callahan, Inspector.

- Well, Callahan...

...I think you're a disgrace to this city.

Okay. Nobody move!

Marvelous.

Yes, I think so.

Harry, wait a minute, I'm just talking to...

Jesus Christ!

Give him my best.

I'll call you back.

Don't worry,

it's been disarmed by the bomb squad.

But it's definitely the explosive

out of the Hamilton Firearms works.

There are times when I can only stand you

as a human being.

What about the punk?

- You mean the suspect.

- Suspect, my ass.

He isn't talking,

but we've got a make on him.

His name is Henry Lee Caldwell.

And he is a member

of a Black militant group called Uhuru.

- Pusseau, shelve that.

- Uhuru?

It's run by a guy called Big Ed Mustapha.

Mustapha, down the Mission district.

I thought that guy looked familiar.

Where's my partner?

She's in the can.

She's been in there

ever since she found out...

...that she was packing this thing,

in that briefcase, all over San Francisco.

Harry, do me a favor. Go easy on her, huh?

It's her first day

and it's been a damn long one.

If she wants to play lumberjack, she's got

to learn to handle her end of the log.

Okay, I give up, what's this?

This is the Filmore chapter

of the VFW:
Very Few Whites.

I don't suppose it would do any good

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