You're under arrest for the murder of Marty Shay.
There must be some mistake.
Just explain to me how you kept your head in three tours in Vietnam,
and then got somehow momentarily confused into confessing murder.
Somehow, I don't think those guys
are gonna be too thrilled to see us.
Freeze! Police!
How could you lose him?
I just got distracted, that's all.
You're his friend. Start him talking about what really happened.
They're on the trail of the gun? I can't tell you.
Ice Pick's dead.
Ice Pick's not dead. He's not dead.
Step back! Step back!
A reflex,
you know, like in basketball, when everyone's fighting for the rebound.
I know. I'm fine. I'm okay. Really.
Look, I'm going to have to insist that you go in and have that looked at.
It's fractured, I just know it. A hairline fracture. I'm fine.
Riegert... This could look very bad on my record.
I mean, I'm not supposed to go around breaking noses...
I'm not going to file a report...
Mr. Magnum, wait a second. I'm only worried about you...
It was an accident. Even the slightest...
In the heat of the moment... Lieutenant, I got the evidence for you to take...
Hey, get back here... Ow!
All right. That's it. You're going in.
Sergeant. Get him into the ambulance now. No, I'm fine.
Excuse me, excuse me. All right, I'm going.
Hey, I gotta talk to you. Then it's gonna have to be in the ambulance.
I'm a little busy right now. It can't wait.
I'll talk to you when I get home. Oh, no, you don't.
Excuse me.
The report.
I forgot to have him sign the report.
I don't believe that guy. Thank you.
He just banged right into me. Twice.
Once in the ribs and once in the nose.
I guess they let anybody into the police academy these days.
You try getting steamrollered by somebody who's supposed to be on your side.
What did you want to talk to me about?
Come on, Rick. You got something to say.
What's wrong?
I knew something like this was going to happen.
Something like what? What's going on?
What did you think was going to happen?
About what? You know.
No, I don't know.
About where you get your...
You know, your tip.
What are you talking about?
I knew, I just knew I never should have helped you in that direction.
Look at all the trouble that we got into now.
Ice Pick? Are you talking about... Shh, quiet.
What's the matter with you? Why don't you just blab it to the whole world?
I mean, haven't you caused enough damage already?
Back it up a little bit. Yeah, that's good.
Okay, I'll get the doors.
Rick,
is something going on with Ice Pick? Well, what do you think?
You go around telling everybody where you get your information.
I didn't tell anybody. Why don't you just shut up and listen for once?
Marty Shay happens to be the highest paid hit man on the West Coast,
and it just so happens that he shows up on the same day you made your big bust.
A bust which you made because of certain information from a certain friend of mine.
Now he's a marked man.
Let me tell you something, Thomas,
Marty Shay doesn't give up until the job is done.
Come on, you're jumping to all kinds of conclusions.
Yeah, well, do me a favor, just don't ask for my help anymore.
Rick, wait, come on. Will you wait a minute?
Okay, sure, Rick was upset.
I could understand that.
I'd probably done the same thing myself one time or another.
I mean, you misread the situation, jump to conclusions.
It happens.
The important thing was to show Rick
that everything was really all right.
And the best way to do that was prove that Ice Pick was fine.
Which, I was sure, was the case.
After all, the information he'd given me in this instance was pretty trivial.
Hardly the kind of stuff hit men are hired for.
And I was sure Ice Pick was spending his day like he spent most other days.
Alone in his garden, tending to his flowers.
The kid is like a son to me. But when you make a mistake...
You gotta learn.
I told him his finger will mend.
We playing poison? Yeah.
Could have been worse. Could have been his arm or his legs.
Or his... Excuse me?
I'm looking for Ice Pick. Mr. Hofstetler.
He isn't here.
Well, yeah, I can see that. Do you know where he is?
Look, I'm a friend.
Well, more like a friend of a friend.
I didn't mean to interrupt. I just... I need to talk to him.
It's kind of important. You can talk to me.
No, this is personal.
He send for you?
Not exactly.
I'll tell you what, I'll leave him a note in the house.
Hey, what happened to the other guy?
Would you believe it? Not a scratch.
You're out. You're dead.
The hell you say.
You're dead.
Hello. They're outside.
No, I'm looking for Ice Pick.
I'm a friend of his, Thomas Magnum.
You're not with them?
No.
Sorry. It's just they're driving me crazy.
I've got better things to do than baby-sit Ice Pick's houseguests.
Like going over these tax receipts from fiscal '86.
I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself.
Frank Foley. Hi.
I'm his accountant.
What'll you have?
Nothing.
Do you know when he might be back? Who knows?
He invited all these people here from New York, Chicago, Florida.
Then he takes a powder.
You walk into a door?
No, it's nothing.
You said you were a business associate?
A friend.
Do you have any idea where I could find him?
Listen, if I knew, I'd be there.
If you run into him before I do,
you tell him that I'm not leaving this house
until I go over every one of these tax receipts.
Got you, you sucker.
One of these days you'll learn how to play this game.
I'll tell him.
What do you think they talk about?
Hey, what is this?
You got three open bottles behind the bar.
I told you, open one bottle at a time.
How do you expect me to keep an accurate inventory
if you're gonna open a new bottle
for every customer that asks for a drink!
We were busy, and I got a little distracted.
Look, Carmella, if you can't handle the job... It was just a little mistake.
It won't happen again. Make sure it doesn't.
Hi, Carmella. Hi, Thomas.
Another fight? No, not another fight.
Rick, I went to Ice Pick's house.
Nobody seems to know where he is.
Rick, did you hear me?
Yeah, I heard you.
Well, have you talked to him?
Thomas, I don't think that's any of your business.
Oh, come on, Rick, look, if there's a problem...
There's no problem.
I'm kind of busy around here, okay? So, I'll see you around.
Come on, Rick, just listen to me.
The information Ice Pick gave me was about a burglary ring.
Now even if they knew Ice Pick gave me the information which they didn't,
and even if they were the kind to put out a contract on him, which they weren't,
they wouldn't have had time to do it.
Come on, Rick, you yourself said
that Marty Shay arrived on the Island before we even made the bust.
Well, I'm glad you got it all figured out.
Exactly what is the meaning of this?
Hi, Higgins.
I see you've been beaten up again.
Exactly what is the meaning of this?
It looks like a purchase order.
For a very expensive shipment of imported Margaux
which you were supposed to pick up three hours ago,
and which has been left to rot at Honolulu Harbor.
Something came up.
Something came up?
Sorry, gentlemen.
Sorry to bother you like this.
Look, Lieutenant. I know it was an accident.
I have no intention of filing a report,
so you can tell Officer Riegert to relax.
I'm not here for Officer Riegert. I'm here for Rick.
Sorry, Rick, I'm gonna have to ask you to come with us.
You're under arrest for the murder of Marty Shay.
Murder? That's impossible.
You have a right to remain silent,
but if you give up the right to remain silent,
anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Lieutenant, there must be some mistake.
There's no mistake. I did it.
I killed him. I killed Marty Shay.
What in the world happened to your nose?
No, Thomas, no.
And don't even ask.
I didn't come here to ask for anything.
Oh, yeah, that's the way it always starts. And then you start talking...
T. C... And then I'm saying, "No, I really can't do that."
T. C... And then before you know it,
I'm saying, "All right."
Well, this time, the answer's, "No."
Are you finished?
No.
I'm not gonna come up with some excuse
about how I had a client waiting,
or a date or anything,
because I do, but that's not the point.
The point is, I don't have to run off with you
on any of your harebrained schemes and get my nose like that.
I don't have to justify it, I don't have to explain it.
All I have to do is say no.
Rick's in jail.
No!
I'm not sure exactly what happened.
Rick's in jail. Yeah.
Well, I knew someday it would come to this.
Now what are you talking about?
I mean, whatever you would ask him to do,
he would do without ever thinking
about the consequences of getting caught.
I mean, it's all right for you to take risks. That's your business.
He wasn't working for me.
Well, then what?
They said murder.
Murder?
Rick Orville Wright? Mur... That's crazy.
Yeah, I know.
But he said he did it.
I'm gonna go over there and talk to him, see what I can find out.
I just thought you'd want to know.
Hey, you're serious, aren't you?
You were terminated from the Admiralty Club after 10 years of service.
May I ask why?
They weren't open to change. The board of directors, I mean.
Change?
Oh, the club was like some kind of throwback
to the days of the British Empire.
It was stagnating.
You know what I mean.
How can you attract new membership
with all that discipline and no imagination?
Yes, indeed.
But I guess the final blow came
when I attended the board of director's meeting
and told them exactly how anachronistic they all were.
What a remarkable act of honesty.
And you see what it got me.
I guess most people just can't stand the truth.
Precisely.
Thank you, Mr. Finch.
Confidentially, you're the top candidate on my list.
I look forward to your meeting our board of directors.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
Who was that?
If it's any consolation, your injury looks a little less ghastly today.
You're hiring a new manager?
The board of directors had an emergency meeting last night.
They feel it is imperative to find a replacement for Rick as soon as possible.
I guess they've never heard of the concept of innocent until proven guilty.
Rick's innocence or guilt is not the primary issue, at least at the moment.
The fact is, he's in jail. No one knows for how long.
And I'm sure that even you could see
that it would be a trifle difficult
to manage a club from a jail cell.
Once he's out on bail...
Oh, well, I don't think he's gonna get out on bail.
He signed a full confession.
A good attorney can convince the judge that he made it under duress.
And, of course, you can't be convicted on a confession alone.
He won't hire an attorney.
He's representing himself?
Well, this kid in the public defender's office,
he seems bright enough and sincere, but
if he's found guilty...
I suppose we should look at the remote possibility...
That he's guilty? Rick?
It's hard to say what people will do
when someone they care about is threatened.
If you're talking about when his sister was killed, that's different.
He went off the deep end, but she was family.
Which is, I believe,
how he characterizes his relationship with Ice Pick.
Well...
I still don't see why the D.A.'s office doesn't file formal charges.
They got a full confession.
Unless...
Thanks, Higgins. Good luck with your interviews.
I believe I've found the perfect candidate.
Of course, it's impossible to predict
if the board of directors will approve my choice.
Hi, your office said I'd find you here.
Hi, what happened to you?
Oh, that's a long story. Yes, I'd love to join you.
Oh, Thomas, listen, I'm sorry. I'm finished and I'm late.
No court dates. I checked.
No, it's a departmental meeting
before the big press conference this afternoon.
Of course, my boss can't wait to read about it in the morning paper.
"The D.A.'s Office Cracks Down On Crime."
A lot of paperwork for us, a lot of big headlines for him.
Why is it that they're never around when you need them?
Be right there.
Besides, Thomas, I can't talk to you. You know that.
What? What do you mean?
Oh, Rick. You can't talk about Rick's case.
And you know that.
Carol... First of all, I'm not even assigned to his case
for obvious reasons. Do you think that I...
And secondly, I can't tell you anything, anyway.
I know that. I know that.
Can I have some ones please?
Sure. Thank you.
And you're not going to trick me into it. I don't want to.
I would never try and compromise your job.
Well...
I mean, I'm worried about him, yeah. I'm real worried about Rick.
But I would never put you in that kind of spot.
We both know how to separate business and friendship.
Well, yeah.
Anyway, what can you tell me I don't already know.
Besides his confession, I know you've got Rick's fingerprints,
hair samples,
witnesses placing him at the scene, that sort of stuff.
No, you don't know that.
You just want me to say, "Yes" or "No,"
and then you'll have the information. Well, forget it, Thomas.
Carol, I went to the apartment where Shay was murdered.
I talked to the officer on duty.
He gave me a rundown of the evidence. Yeah. Oh.
I also know you don't have a murder weapon,
otherwise you would have filed murder one charges.
Listen, with this new get-tough policy,
they're gonna file murder one even if they don't find it.
You were guessing this time.
You didn't know about the gun.
You mean, no gun, don't you?
I mean, that you tricked me.
Well, I'm sorry, but I had to.
And how does it feel? You do it to me all the time.
Besides, if they don't have a murder weapon,
that means the charges could be reduced to manslaughter or something.
Just don't be so sure you know what you think you know.
What does that mean? I can't tell you.
They're on the trail of the gun? I can't tell you!
I know what you're thinking, and you're right.
Carol hadn't really told me anything.
But maybe what she hadn't told me was what was important.
She hadn't told me that the gun had been found.
Now, I didn't expect that it would be,
but on the other hand,
if anybody was going to go to Rick's house to look for it,
maybe that somebody ought to be me.
What brings you here?
The D.A. Intends to show that Rick used three weapons to gun down Marty Shay?
Yeah, I know how you feel about Rick,
but I got to play it by the book.
I've have a search warrant for the murder weapon.
He wasn't killed with an AK-47.
Whatever's relevant to the case, I got to take in.
Come on, Lieutenant. Rick's a collector. You know that.
He brought those back from Vietnam.
But if you take them in, some people could get the wrong idea.
Sorry, Magnum, there's nothing I can do now.
You're his friend. Maybe you can get him to listen to reason.
Start him talking about what really happened.
They can't introduce the weapons into evidence
since they have no bearing on the case.
So, I think we plead guilty and stand firm on our self-defense route.
Self defense? Who's gonna buy self defense?
Let him talk, will you? Anybody see him attack you?
Well, they don't have to be witnesses...
Anybody hear him threaten you?
The burden of proof, of course... Just shut up a minute.
Hey, wait a minute. The guy's just trying to do his job.
With four witnesses who saw you go in,
three who saw you go out,
fingerprints all over the place, you leave,
you throw your gun in the ocean,
and wait for the cops to come and pick you up.
And when they do, you confess. That's your story?
It could've happened. And don't tell me you were momentarily confused.
Just explain to me how you kept your head in three tours in Vietnam,
got us through Bin Loc,
and then got somehow momentarily confused into confessing murder.
Or don't you think the prosecution's smart enough to bring any of that up?
Hey, don't take it serious. He's just worried about you.
It's just the way he is. You know that.
How did you get that mouse?
It's a long story.
Anything I can get you? Some magazines?
Anybody you want me to call?
T. C.,
I ever tell you about my kid sister?
He wasn't making much sense, at least I thought he wasn't.
He was kind of rambling on about what a good kid she was.
How she joined all the clubs, never missed a day at school,
then he got to the part about him stealing from the petty cash,
taking money from the bake sale...
Yeah, Wendy would cover for him because with his record,
they'd pack him off to reform school until he was 25.
Almost verbatim.
Just like sending Ice Pick to prison
would be the same as a death sentence.
Yeah, even though I'm not a big fan of his,
I still don't think Ice Pick killed the guy.
Well, whether he did or not, Rick believes it.
Look, maybe he witnessed it, I don't know...
We've got to find him, T.C.
Maybe he's at his condo in Maui.
His condo
with the unlisted phone number.
I'll be airborne in 20 minutes.
I'm gonna go back and talk to his accountant.
Maybe he knows more than he's letting on.
I'll call you from Maui.
You think I was too hard on him?
Yeah, but you did what had to be done.
Well, next time I get to play good cop.
To tell you the truth, I'm kind of glad you came back.
I don't know who I should talk to.
Maybe I should have trusted you yesterday.
Ice Pick is in trouble.
The guys who were here yesterday?
No, no, no... Those guys were his friends.
Maybe I should tell you the whole thing.
There are some people that want to set up some operation that
Ice Pick didn't want to get started here.
There were some threats made on his life.
I mean, nothing that he took serious.
You know, I asked him to go to the police.
Anyway, that's why he invited his friends in
to help dissuade this other party.
Then he disappears.
I mean, I haven't seen him since I talked to you yesterday.
And if anything's happened to him,
These guys can just move in.
Who are these guys?
I'm just his accountant, Mr. Magnum.
I mean, you know, he doesn't tell me all the details.
Do you think we should call the police?
Mr. Foley, excuse me,
this was delivered to you.
Thank you.
It's Ice Pick.
When I was seven years old,
I hit my first baseball through my first window.
Actually, it was my neighbor's window.
The neighborhood crank, Mr. Dreeson.
Now, I knew my grandfather would explain it to him and get me out of the jam.
But he didn't.
He told me this was a good opportunity
to learn how to tell somebody something you didn't want to.
That I'd have to learn how to do that sooner or later.
And that if I just told the truth, Mr. Dreeson would understand.
Mr. Dreeson screamed at me for 20 minutes.
Hey, Thomas, you been reading about Sid Fernandez?
No. He did even better in spring training
than he did in the Series. Everybody's watching.
Rick... You know,
it makes you feel proud, huh? Local boy makes good.
The guys here look up to him. That's important.
Sit down.
Rick...
Hey, look, Thomas, don't get me wrong.
I appreciate everything you've been trying to do for me.
But I don't want your help.
I mean, it ain't too good in here,
but it ain't the end of the world, either.
The chow ain't too great, either, but compared to...
Rick, there's something important I mean,
I've got to tell you. We've been through worse, right? Nothing lasts forever.
Ice Pick's dead.
I think you better quit coming to see me.
Damn it, Rick, Ice Pick's dead.
I don't believe you.
All right.
This was delivered to Frank Foley, Ice Pick's accountant.
Foley doesn't know spit. He's nothing but Ice Pick's money man.
Foley's already gone to the police.
You don't have to protect Ice Pick anymore.
Who says I was? You did.
When you told T.C. That story about your sister,
you as much as admitted it.
You'd do anything
to get me to say what you want to hear, wouldn't you?
Anything at all to get me. Even phony-up a photo.
Don't you think I know how they do that? Rick, this isn't a trick.
I don't believe you.
Ice Pick's not dead. He's not dead.
Rick. Guard.
Open up. Open the door. Guard!
Rick. Damn it, I'm not listening to you.
Open the door! Damn it, open the door!
Guard!
Boy, I'll tell you. This job could not have come at a better time.
Even this morning, my roommate threatens to kick me out,
if I don't come up with the grocery money.
Do you believe the nerve of that guy?
Well, naturally, any final decision will rest with the board of directors.
All guys?
Well, yes...
Kind of old guys?
Mature men. Yes.
That's good. That's good. You don't have anything to worry about.
I've got this, kind of, I don't know what, effect on old guys.
You know?
I'm quite certain you'll have an effect on them.
Yeah, I don't know what it is. I think I remind them of their daughters or something.
Have you any experience at all in club management?
I was a night cashier at the Taco House downtown for six months.
The night cashier? Yeah.
Have you ever eaten at the Taco House?
No, not that I recall.
Boy, you ought to be there on a Saturday night.
The people we get in.
I imagine it's the same sort of thing around here, you know.
People out looking to have a good time, drinking a little too much.
And some guy makes a pass at the wrong guy's wife
then you're in a fight and you gotta take out the seltzer water.
Seltzer water?
You know, the water in those tin cans.
I'll tell you something.
It works just as good on humans as it does on dogs.
Indeed. Yeah, absolutely.
You just take that little nozzle, you know,
and you aim it in a very strategic area.
Works every time.
I learned that from an ex-boyfriend of mine. He was in the Navy.
I see.
Boy, you always come away with something, don't you?
You know, I mean even if you hate the guy when you break up
and then suddenly you think, I learned that seltzer trick.
It wasn't such a total waste.
Yes, I see your point.
So, when do I start?
Well, actually, there is one other candidate.
A guy. As it happens.
I knew it. I just...
What is it with guys? They get all the luck.
You know, I don't think that's...
As I was about to say,
there was one other candidate, who up until this moment was the top contender.
He's a boxer?
What? No.
Look, if you're looking for someone
to be a bouncer, too and a manager,
you gotta pay me two salaries 'cause...
If I could finish... Yeah, sure, go ahead.
Where was I?
You were talking about the guy who was a top contender.
Quite.
After our interview today, I feel that you are clearly the more qualified applicant.
All right.
I will arrange for a meeting of our board of directors
at 10:00 a. M., tomorrow morning.
Well, I'll be there.
Look...
Look if you're ever not doing anything
on a Saturday night or something, call me up.
We'll go to the Taco House, my treat.
That's great.
Bye.
Ah, good for you.
That's great. All right.
I'll talk to you.
Are you beginning to think he did it? No.
If not for protection, maybe for revenge.
You mean, knowing Ice Pick was already dead?
I'm just asking.
Is that what the D.A. Is going to say?
Thomas, I shouldn't even be seen talking to you. Okay, I know, I know, I know, I'm sorry.
It's just I can't figure out why he's holding onto that ridiculous story.
Maybe he doesn't really believe Ice Pick is dead.
Well, then he's never gonna tell me the truth.
Maybe you should quit asking him.
You mean, stop trying to get him out of jail?
No.
Just turn your focus into another direction.
Maybe talk to Ice Pick's friends.
The guys who came in from the Mainland.
Well, they're already gone. Walter Pigeon.
What?
A cogent note about Walter Pigeon.
Not the actor. My Cousin Raney's pet bird.
One summer, Walter got out of the house onto the deck.
He would've flown away,
except there was a glass partition he couldn't get through.
He kept trying and trying, but he kept hitting up against the glass.
Now, two feet to the left and two feet to the right, the partition ended.
But he couldn't see the obvious.
That there was a glass wall in front of him.
The difference between me and Walter Pigeon was,
I had finally seen the wall that Frank Foley had thrown up in front of me.
And I was taking two steps to the left to get around it.
The test results for gunpowder traces on your hands
and the ballistics tests on your guns came back negative.
We're in good shape.
The gunpowder test doesn't mean anything.
I washed my hands when I was in Shay's room.
You're not giving me much help here.
I'm not going to put you on the stand.
If you want to sell yourself down the river, that's your business.
But I'm going to conduct the best case I know how.
Guard.
Your attorney, I presume?
Hi, Higgins.
You can set your mind at rest.
I have retained the services of one of Mr. Masters' finest attorneys.
I don't think so, Higgins. But thanks anyway.
If it's the money that concerns you, I have worked out a plan...
It's not the money. I don't need your fancy lawyer.
Rick,
that young man was undoubtedly a fine law student last year,
but if you'll forgive my saying so,
you're going to need a lot more than youthful enthusiasm
if you're going to win this case.
No.
I said, no.
Hello, Frank.
Mr. Magnum.
What a surprise to see you here.
You're on your way to the police station?
Yeah, I was just going to but... Something important came up?
It wasn't that important really, but I thought I'd take care of it.
You know, I just heard the funniest thing.
You forgot to mention to me
that Ice Pick signed over power of attorney to you last week.
Well, I don't see what that has to do with anything.
I don't suppose you were withdrawing money from Ice Pick's account.
Magnum.
Hold it right there.
I've been chasing you all over town. I need you to sign the report.
Riegert... Will you come back here?
Not now.
Let go of me!
Help!
Freeze! Police!
My dress.
Here you are, ma'am. Thank you.
Don't worry, Mr. Magnum.
We'll find that guy for you. Whoever he is.
Riegert, please, don't do me any more favors.
There's no way we're gonna find this guy now.
A black car with a skirt hanging out the back...
I know it's a long shot but...
How could you lose him?
I just got distracted, that's all.
I'm going to circle back. Maybe we could find something on the leeward side.
No wait.
Look.
Hold the stick.
Just good, old fashioned investigative technique.
Maybe you could find a place to set us down.
Yeah.
Well, now what?
We go in and have a talk.
Somehow, I don't think those guys
are gonna be too thrilled to see us.
Wait a minute.
He's alive.
Ice Pick's alive.
One last thought about Walter Pigeon and the glass wall.
I'd always wondered what would have happened
if old Walter had gone around the glass partition
and found his freedom.
What would he have done with it?
Maybe it was better that he never knew what was beyond the wall.
I hope you get to him before I do, T.M.
I just might kill him for real.
First get him to tell you why he's letting Rick take the fall for him.
It's just not like him, T.C. Rick's like a son to him.
Well, maybe Ice Pick changed his mind.
Maybe.
I guess we'll find out.
Yeah, sure. Right after we get past his troops.
Well, look, besides Foley, there's only two of them.
Only two that you know of.
Well, they don't know about us. That makes a difference.
Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You got a gun.
I don't have a gun.
You don't have your gun?
Sweet dreams.
Magnum?
How long did you plan on hiding out here? Just till after the trial?
How did you find me?
Did you tell Rick what you were doing
or did you just let him go to jail without even knowing why.
Ricky's in jail? Come on, Ice Pick.
You going to tell me you don't know anything about the photograph, either?
The proof that you're dead.
Well, that was Frank's idea.
To throw the guys who hired that hit man off the track.
It's just for a little while, till things calm down.
In the meantime, Rick goes to jail for the murder of Marty Shay?
No.
That's wrong.
Frank didn't tell me.
Well, we can fix that.
All you gotta do is come and talk to some people.
Well, I'm not sure I can do that.
If Frank's doing this on his own...
Frank! No!
You all right?
I... I didn't know.
Why did you do it? After 18 years?
Why did you sell me out?
I didn't mean to.
I only meant to protect you.
But they offered me so much money.
I'm sorry.
Very sorry.
I'll go call an ambulance.
We'd better go see about Rick.
Okay, so it wasn't a very smart move. But...
I didn't say it wasn't a very smart move.
I said it was a very stupid move.
Walking into Shay's room when you could see he was dead.
It was a very stupid move.
But I didn't know what else to do.
Look, I couldn't let them lock you up. I was sure...
Hurry up! I was sure, you know...
Even if I had,
nobody takes the fall for me.
You understand?
Yeah, I understand.
Good.
Wipe that thousand-yard stare off your puss.
Come on, you're walking out of here.
Huh?
He's right, Orville.
You've been released.
Ballistics proved that Foley's gun killed Marty Shay.
They've got him in custody. You're free.
We beat it? We beat it.
I've got some paperwork to do, but in a couple of hours, I'll have you out of here.
Damn!
I'm free! We did it! We beat it!
Thanks, Ice Pick, thanks!
And thank you.
Baby get the key, 'cause we're getting out of here.
We beat it!
Wow! We beat it!
Man, I can't believe the Board hasn't replaced me already.
You know how conservative they are.
Yes, well, sometimes the right candidate just doesn't appear.
No matter how hard you look? Quite.
Higgie, baby,
you didn't do something underhanded and sneaky
like screen out all the good candidates?
Certainly not. I would never compromise the Board's standards.
What's the difference? It's all behind us now.
Rick?
Hey.
I'm sorry about this. I really am.
This is Federal Agent McCartt. Gentlemen.
He has a warrant for your arrest.
Section 6861 D, possession of illegal weapons.
Section 5861S, altering weapons.
Each carrying a maximum sentence of 10 years in prison.