The Hostages
episode transcript by Sarah Spearey
Apartment
Building: Day
(Inside,
the radioÕs playing and the showerÕs running)
Radio:
That was Scotty King playing ÒEase my mindÓ on this bright and chipper Friday
morning. The time is four minutes to 7. Four before 7. And now letÕs go back to
music.
(The
kettleÕs boiling and there is security guard clothes scattered about the place.
The door opens and a man enters with a gun. He listens at the bathroom door and
then walks over to the clothes. The shower stops. The owner of the apartment comes
out in a dressing gown and finds the intruder wearing his uniform. The intruder
shoots him dead and rolls him over to check. He takes a pen and starts colouring
his sideburns. The badge on his arm says AMES Armoured Car Company.)
(Cut to
another man in a AMES uniform, sitting in his kitchen eating breakfast. His
wife approaches with a pot of coffee)
Ellie:
YouÕre eating faster. Do you realize youÕve started eating faster?
Tom: IÕm
gonna start cooking my own breakfast from now on, so you can sleep in.
Ellie: Hey,
IÕm not training for the Olympics, IÕm having a baby.
Tom:
EverythingÕs gonna be all right this time.
Ellie:
Sure. So letÕs not treat me like IÕm made of glass.
Tom: I
donÕt treat you like youÕre made of-
Ellie: ItÕs
time to go.
Tom: Oh,
yeah. (Stands up) Listen, I want you to get a little more sleep, okay?
Ellie:
Yeah, I am a little tired. (He kisses her) Maybe I will.
Tom: Good.
(Heads for the door) See you later, Ellie. (Kiss)
Ellie: Bye.
(Tom goes
out to the garage, opens it up and gets into his car. A man with a gun pops up
in the passenger seat.)
Conrad: Mr.
Cole, thereÕs been a little change in plans. But if you do exactly as youÕre
supposed to you and your pretty little wife in there will both live to see the
sunset.
Tom: Who
are you? What do you want?
Conrad: Just
a little trade. Your wife for that truckload of money youÕre picking up today.
Now, just move in and start the car and back out.
Tom:
Listen, my wife, sheÕs expecting a baby.
Conrad: Then
you donÕt have anything to worry about. Two of my people are with her right
now. And believe me, theyÕre excellent babysitters. Now, move it. (Tom closes
the door and drives off)
On the
Streets: Day
(The Torino
pulls up against the curb Starsky gets out, all happy and bouncy. He opens the
passenger door open for Hutch to get out with a newspaper)
Starsky:
Right this way, mademoiselle. LetÕs go, letÕs go, letÕs go. (Takes the paper)
Hutch:
Wait-wait a minute. What was that all about?
Starsky:
What do you mean, whatÕs that all about? IÕm looking forward to a great
breakfast.
Hutch: That
means IÕm looking forward to a stomach-ache. (They walk down the street)
Starsky:
What are you complaining about, it ainÕt gonna kill you.
Hutch: You
say that every time.
Starsky:
Well, it hasnÕt killed you yet, has it?
Hutch:
Brilliant deduction. Wait a minute. Is that the place your horoscope told you
to come.
Starsky:
Not mine. The lady who works there. SheÕs an astrology freak.
Hutch: Oh,
then youÕve been here before.
Starsky: Of
course. How do you think I found out her sign? It says right here. TodayÕs the
day sheÕs supposed to begin a romance with a tall, dark and handsome man.
Hutch: Tall
dark and handsome? (They stop outside the diner)
Starsky:
Yep
Hutch:
Well, two out of three ainÕt bad. (They enter)
Starsky:
You keep laughing. IÕm beginning to think thereÕs substance to this astrology
stuff.
Hutch:
Substance, huh?
Starsky:
Yep, substance. Mine says today maybe a good day to make a conquest. (They sit
at the counter) Besides I already
made my first move last week.
Hutch: Is
that when you first let her see you?
Starsky:
Right. Now, IÕll let her know IÕm available. (A lady comes out the kitchen and
walks right past them)
Hutch:
(Whispers) itÕs it cute how they totally ignore you when theyÕre crazy about
you.
(She
continues serving food and coffee to no one, still not noticing Starsky and
Hutch)
Starsky:
Practice makes perfect.
Amy: Oh,
hey, IÕm sorry. Coffee?
Starsky:
Yeah.
Amy: IÕm
expecting someone and heÕs 14 minutes late. (She pours them coffee)
Hutch:
Thank you.
Starsky:
Oh, maybe heÕs not coming.
Amy: Every
morning, 7:30 sharp, Harry walks through that door.
Hutch:
HarryÕs punctual.
Amy: Harry
is Sagittarius. HeÕs never late. ThatÕs the second breakfast IÕve made for him.
I called his apartment after the first order got cold and the operator said the
phone was off the hook.
Starsky:
Well, maybe heÕs sleeping in.
Amy: No,
not on Friday. Not in his line of work. IÕm gonna call the police.
Starsky:
Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. (Follows her to the end of the counter) Amy?
Amy: HowÕd
you know my name?
Starsky:
Well, I was in here last week. (Long pause) IÕm Dave Starsky.
Amy: Hi
Starsky:
Hi. Oh, this isÉah
Hutch: Hutch.
Starsky:
Hutch.
Amy: Hi
Starsky:
WeÕre policemen. WhatÕs HarryÕs line of work?
Amy: Are
you guys really cops?
Starsky:
Yeah.
Amy: Well,
heÕs a security guard on an armoured truck. Hey, listen, he lives just around
the corner and I have a key to his apartment.
Hutch:
Looks like the moon just flew right past the cusp of your Venus.
Starsky:
WellÉ (Takes the key)
Amy: I
really appreciate it. Thank you.
Hutch: Why
donÕt you go on ahead. IÕll just sit here and finish my coffee. (Starsky takes
the paper)
Starsky:
Come on, come on. YouÕre real good with locks. (They go outside)
Hutch: You
know, itÕs a really good move youÕre making on your part Starsk. Checking on
the boyfriend. ItÕs very oblique.
Starsky:
Picked it up on TV.
Hutch:
Yeah?
Starsky:
When youÕre second you try harder.
Hutch: Hey,
wait a minute, whatÕs the address?
Starsky:
Around the corner.
Hutch: What
corner?
Starsky:
Follow me.
Hutch:
Okay. (They go round the corner and end up at HarryÕs door. The kettles whining)
Starsky:
Harry?
Hutch:
WhatÕs his last name?
Starsky:
Johnson, Johnson. (Knocks) Harry Johnson? Hope heÕs doing no nothing illegal.
(Opens the door) Hello? Anybody home? Hutch. (Sees HarryÕs dead body on the
floor. Hutch checks him out while Starsky looks around the apartment)
Hutch: HeÕs
dead, Starsk.
Starsky:
IÕll call Dobey. (Picks up the phone and uses the key to dial.)
AMES
Armoured car services: Day
(Starsky
and Hutch are talking to a man in the office. They are directed someplace else,
so they leave the office. Starsky points to where theyÕre going)
Hutch:
Yeah. Mr. Ames. (They approach two men at a small desk)
Ames: WeÕre
not hiring.
Starsky:
Neither are we. (Shows his badge)
Ames: Oh,
sorry. Unemployment rates, you know. WeÕve been swamped lately.
Starsky:
You Mr. Ames.
Ames:
ThatÕs right. Ed Miller, our dispatcher. What can we do for you?
Hutch: WeÕd
like to ask a few questions about an employee of yours. Harry Johnson.
Ames: Was
he in some sort of trouble?
Starsky:
IÕm afraid heÕs dead, Mr. Ames.
Ames: Is that
supposed to be some kind of a joke?
Hutch: No.
We found him in his apartment this morning, shot to death.
Ames: You
sure?
Starsky:
Yeah. We found him.
Ed: Hey,
you guys, Harry Johnson went out of here two hours ago riding shotgun in one of
our trucks.
Ames: It
seems you got the wrong guy, officers.
Hutch: No,
I donÕt think so. You see, Harry JohnsonÕs girlfriend identified his body.
Ames: You
playing games with me, Miller.
Ed: Mr.
Ames, Harry JohnsonÕs riding with Cole. His car is right outside, right where
he left it.
Hutch:
Starsk. The Abbot armoured car robbery.
Starsky:
Cincinnati?
Hutch:
Detroit.
Ames: What
are you two talking about?
Hutch: Did
you talk to your man Johnson this morning?
Ed: No, he
came in a few minutes late. I assigned Cole our maximum security truck. He and
Johnson left.
Hutch: Did
you get a good look at ColeÕs face?
Ed: Yeah,
when he signed for the truck.
Starsky:
Did this Harry Johnson go directly from his car to his truck?
Ed: Yeah,
he waved to Cole when he got out of his car they got in the truck, drove off.
Hutch: Then
you never got a good look at JohnsonÕs face.
Ames: Are
you saying someone killed Johnson and then took his place on the truck?
Hutch: Mr.
Ames, weÕd like a list of every place that truck is going to stop today.
Ames: Get
it! That truckÕs picking up over a million in cash from supermarkets today.
Hutch: And
taking it where?
Ames:
Depository, Fifth and Marshal.
Starsky:
Okay, what time is the last pick up?
Ames: 4:00
Starsky:
Okay, IÕm gonna call Dobey have him send a lab team down here to get prints on
JohnsonÕs car.
Hutch:
Yeah.
Ames:
Forget JohnsonÕs car! Get some firepower!
Hutch: Mr.
Ames, itÕs not that simple. We maybe talking about murder and kidnapping.
(Takes the list from Ed) Thanks, weÕll be in touch.
A House:
Day
(A car
pulls up into a driveway of the house next to an orange truck, a lady gets out
with a grocery bag and goes in the house. Inside the house she enters the living
room where a man is sat at the table and Ellie is sat nervously on a chair. The
man from ColeÕs car enters the room)
Conrad:
WeÕll leave when I get back. (He leaves the house. The man at the table is
playing solitaire, Belle, the lady helps him out. He leaves the room.)
Belle: You
hungry?
Ellie: No,
thank you.
Belle: I
cook a mean pot of chilli. I just got all the fixings.
Ellie: IÕm
on a special diet.
Belle: You
know, I once was almost as pretty as you. Maybe I should have got some special
diet.
Ellie: ItÕs
not that. IÕm going to have a baby.
Belle:
YouÕre scamming me. You donÕt look like youÕre pregnant.
Ellie: I
just found out. I lost my first baby, so weÕre being very careful this time.
The special diet, plenty of rest.
Belle: Why
donÕt you lie down, relax? No point in getting all tensed up. (Ellie lies down
on the sofa. Belle meets the other guy at the kitchen door)
Belle:
SheÕs pregnant.
Gibson: What?
Belle:
SheÕs gonna have a kid.
Gibson: So
what?
Belle:
Look, I didnÕt wanna kill anybody. Least of all a pretty little girl whoÕs
trying to have a baby.
Gibson: Look,
Conrad said no witnesses. That means no witnesses.
A
Supermarket: Day
(The
armoured truck pulls up round the back of the supermarket. The gunman, Tobin
and Cole get out. Cole goes into the back entrance. He enters the office, where
Starsky and Hutch are waiting behind the desks)
Cole:
WhereÕs Mr. Stern?
Hutch:
WeÕre filling in for him. (Opens up his badge on the desk so Cole can see) IÕm
Detective Hutchinson. This is Detective Starsky. (StarskyÕs holding a gun under
a ledger) Just keep cool, keep your hands where we can see them.
Cole: You
know whatÕs happening?
Starsky: We
know that Harry Johnson was killed this morning.
Cole: Harry
Johnson is dead.
Starsky:
Question is, where do you fit in?
Cole: This
guy came to my house this morning and he pulled a gun on me. He said if I
didnÕt go along with him heÕd hurt my wife. Please you gotta believe- For the
love of God IÕm telling you the truth. (Starsky and Hutch nod slightly and
Hutch hands Cole a clipboard) What do I do now?
Hutch: You
take the money and you do your job. (Hands over the bags of money) The other
man with you, is he stopping to make phone calls?
Cole: Yeah,
every 45 minutes at pay phones. Have they done this before?
Starsky:
Afraid so.
Cole: Well,
what about my wife?
Hutch:
Look, Tom, just relax and do your job.
Starsky:
Come on. (He helps carry some of the money out to the truck.
Tobin: Is
that it?
Starsky:
Yes, sir.
Tobin: Then
why donÕt you go in the back and count some bananas.
Starsky:
(To Cole) Just keep trucking. (He meets Hutch at the door after the trucks
gone)
Hutch: What
do you think Starsky?
Starsky:
IÕm thinking Detroit.
Hutch:
Yeah, after that last pickup, theyÕll kill him and his wife. Hey, weÕve only
got til 4:00.
Starsky: We
only got three hours. (They head back in the building)
ColeÕs
House: Day
(The Torino
pulls up across the street from the house. Starsky and Hutch get out)
Hutch: Well,
if Mrs. Cole is still there sheÕs bound to have company.
Starsky:
Yeah, well, IÕll pretend to be an encyclopaedia salesman (He walks part way
across the road)
Hutch: Hey,
Starsk.
Starsky:
What? (Turns)
Hutch: The
way youÕre dressed, maybe you better change that to a plumber, huh? (Starsky
looks down at himself and then heads across the road to the house and rings the
bell. ThereÕs no answer. From across the street Hutch sees a girl next door
come out of her back garden. Starsky spots her. They both head to the gate and
see her working on a small motorcycle)
Starsky:
Hello?
Hutch: Hi
there.
Meg: YouÕre
wasting your time over there.
Starsky:
What? Mrs. Cole isnÕt home? (They enter the garden)
Meg: She
left.
Hutch:
Alone?
Meg: No,
with a man and a lady.
Hutch:
Well, did she leave in her car?
Meg: No. It
was a light blue LTD with a dark blue vinyl top.
Hutch:
Would you know what time she left?
Meg: About
8:30 this morning.
Starsky:
Hey, how come youÕre not in school?
Meg: IÕm
pulling up stakes.
Hutch: No
kidding? You leaving on that?
Meg: Yep
Hutch: How
come?
Meg: I
decided to drive to school today. The fuzz busted me. No license.
Starsky:
Tough luck. Hey, those two people that left with Mrs. Cole you think youÕd
recognise them if you saw them in a picture?
Meg: What
kind of picture?
Starsky: A
mug book. WeÕre the fuzz.
Hutch:
HowÕd you like to take a trip with us downtown, huh?
Meg: What
for?
Starsky:
Look at the pictures.
Meg: I
donÕt think so.
Hutch:
Where are your parents?
Meg:
Working.
Starsky:
Well, we could always call them up and have them pick you up at headquarters.
Meg: Can we
deal?
Hutch:
Deal?
Meg: If I
look at the mug books will you square the ticket with my folks?
Starsky:
The fix is in kid. (They follow her out of the garden)
Hutch:
Tough cookie, huh?
Starsky:
YouÕre telling me.
The Squad
Room: Day
(Meg is sat
at their desk looking through a mug book. Starsky and Hutch are sat either side
of her)
Hutch:
Nothing, huh?
Meg: I
really got a better look at the lady.
Starsky:
Oh, well thatÕs easy. (Picks up the female mug book)
Dobey: Can
I see you two in my office.
Starsky:
Yeah.
Hutch:
Yeah, Gary, you wanna stay with her.
Starsky:
DonÕt go away. (They enter DobeyÕs office)
Dobey: You
know Mr. Ames.
Hutch:
Yeah.
Dobey: That
kid given you anything yet.
Hutch: Not
yet.
Ames:
Meanwhile IÕm being ripped of for 1 million dollars. Suppose they donÕt make
the full run. Suppose they quit after the next stop.
Dobey: Mr.
Ames, that truck is and has been for the last hour under the constant
surveillance of four unmarked police cars. ItÕs impossible for them to go
anywhere we no know it.
Ames: Still
donÕt like why. Why donÕt you just stop the truck and take it over?
Hutch: Mr.
Ames, the other man in that truck the man that took JohnsonÕs place is stopping
every 45 minutes to call his people, just like they did in Detroit. Now if we
stop that truck before we find Ellie Cole weÕve got one dead woman on our
hands.
Ames: Okay,
okay. But if you people lose that truck and Cole and his wife die anyway I will
personally see that the press crucifies you.
Hutch: Mr.
Ames, there are lives at stake here and right now we couldnÕt care less about
you, your money, or what you tell the press. (They leave the office)
Another
Supermarket: Day.
(The truck
pulls up outside the back entrance. Starsky and Hutch are already inside.)
Starsky:
Hutch?
Hutch:
Thanks, Mr. Walker, weÕll take it from here. (Mr. Walker leaves. Cole enters
the building leaving Tobin outside. Cole enters the office)
Starsky:
How you doing?
Cole: My
wife? What about my wife? Did you check my house?
Starsky:
SheÕs not there.
Cole: What
do you mean? Where is she?
Starsky: A
man and a woman got her.
Cole: A man
and a woman?
Hutch: A
neighbours kids saw them take her.
Cole: Meg?
Hutch:
Yeah.
Cole: What
good could a kid do?
Starsky: I
wouldnÕt sell her short. SheÕs looking at the mug shots right now.
Hutch: Now
what we want you to do, Tom, is to demand to talk to your wife.
Cole:
Demand? Are you crazy? If I demand anything theyÕll kill her.
Hutch:
Listen to me. This isnÕt gonna be easy. About two months ago, back East, a
similar robbery-kidnapping occurred. And the men involved in that even after
they got the money didnÕt leave any witnesses.
Cole: Oh my
God.
Hutch: What
we want you to do is to buy us time to find your wife.
Cole: What
do you want me to do?
Starsky:
Sign the ledger.
Hutch: All
right, itÕs 2:15 now. You tell the man that youÕre with that you want to talk
to your wife. And if you get the chance, you find out what number heÕs
dialling. Then at 4:00 before the last pick up, you tell him you wanna talk to
her again, you understand? (Tom nods)
Cole: Wait
a second. Are you saying they may have killed her already?
Starsky:
No, not at all. WeÕre just trying to find out where theyÕre holding her. (Hands
Cole the money) Okay, we want you to make that phone call from the pay phone in
the parking lot.
Cole: If
theyÕve hurt her-
Hutch: Tom,
make the call.
Starsky:
DonÕt worry. Go ahead.
(Cole goes
out and puts the money in the back of the truck. Starsky and Hutch watch them
through the window. Cole and Tobin get in the truck. It pulls away from the
supermarket and stops by a pay phone)
Tobin: What
are you doing?
Cole: I
wanna talk to my wife.
Tobin:
Move.
Cole: No. I
wanna call her, I wanna hear her voice.
Tobin: IÕm
telling you, drive.
Cole: IÕm
telling you, either I hear her voice, know sheÕs okay or thereÕs no more pick
ups. If youÕve killed her, I got no reason to live. (They exit the truck and
head for the pay phone) Okay, whatÕs the phone number? (Tobin takes his change
and dials the number while Cole tries to peek over his shoulder)
Starsky:
Did he get the number? (Hutch is watching through binoculars.)
Hutch: I
canÕt tell, Starsk.
Starsky:
Terrific.
Hutch:
Here, take a look. (Hands over the binoculars.)
(The phone
rings at the unknown house, Gibson answers.)
Gibson:
Hello?
Tobin: Cole
wants to talk to his wife. Says he wonÕt go on unless he knows sheÕs okay
Gibson: All
right. Hey, this is for you. (Belle brings her the phone)
Tobin: You
got 10 seconds. (Cole takes the phone)
Cole:
Ellie?
Ellie: Tom.
Cole:
Honey, are you all right?
Ellie: IÕm
okay. IÕm fine.
Cole: They
havenÕt hurt you.
Ellie: No.
No, really IÕm fine. Are you all right?
Cole: Yeah,
yeah, honey. I love you.
Ellie: I
love you too.
Cole: Look,
IÕm gonna call back again about 4:00-
Tobin: Get
in the truck. (Grabs the phone)
Cole:
Listen, I mean that: 4:00 before the last pickup or theyÕll be no pickup.
Tobin: In
the truck.
Ellie: Tom?
Tom? T- (Belle takes the phone)
Belle:
Hello?
Tobin:
Listen, heÕs getting a case of the cutes. DonÕt put her away until after he
calls again. Just before the last pickup.
Belle: No
problem. (Hangs up)
Ellie:
WhatÕs happening?
Belle:
EverythingÕs gonna be all right. Just relax. EverythingÕs gonna be all
right. (She takes the phone back
to the table)
The
Supermarket: Day
(Starsky is
still looking out the window as the truck pulls away while Hutch answers the
ringing phone)
Hutch:
Yeah? Put him through, please. (To Starsky) ItÕs Dobey. Yeah, Captain.
Dobey:
Hutch? This kid of yours, she really came through. (ThereÕs a mug shot of Belle
Kates on the desk)
Hutch: Oh,
thatÕs great. (Hangs up)
Starsky:
LetÕs split.
Hutch: Our
little Meg just came through. She identified a photo.
Starsky:
ThatÕs one.
On the
streets: Day
(Huggy is
stood in front of some steps, with cute wind up toys playing in front of him)
Huggy:
Hurry, hurry. Hurry! Get the perfect gift for that son or daughter, niece or
nephew. (Starsky and Hutch approach) Hey, Starsky and Hutch.
Starsky:
Heard you were down here. (Hutch sits on the steps) What are you doing?
Huggy:
Engaging in the American free enterprise system. Can I interest you in one of
my handy-dandy dingle dollies?
Hutch:
Dingle dollies, huh?
Huggy:
Yeah, the perfect pet. Eats less than a dog and cleaner than a cat.
Starsky:
Cleaner than a cat?
Huggy:
ThatÕs right. DonÕt even mess up the cat litter.
Starsky:
You gave up the restaurant business for this.
Huggy: Not
just this gold mine. Tomorrow IÕm turning this whole operation over to my
cousin Elijah leaving me to branch out in a myriad of directions.
Hutch:
Yeah, IÕll bet.
Huggy:
Yeah. Oh, would any of you guys know anybody whoÕd like to buy two thousand of
these little gems? I could make them a price.
Hutch: Two
hundred dingle dollies, huh? Well, Dobey might. (Starsky laughs) But right now
we got our own problems hug.
Huggy: What
do you need?
Starsky:
Belle Kates.
Huggy: Last
I heard she was still running her girls.
Hutch: The
question is, where?
Huggy:
Well, she always did have a travelling act. Hey, Sweet Alice, she might be able
to help you.
Hutch:
Sweet Alice, huh? Thanks, Hug. (Stands up)
Starsky:
Nice.
Hutch: Good
luck. (They leave)
Huggy: Get
Ôem while I got Ôem. Dingle Dollies. Get Ôem while I got Ôem. Hurry!
The Brig
Cocktails: Day
(The time
is 3:15. Sweet Alice is sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. Starsky
and Hutch enter behind her)
Sweet
Alice: One sip of scotch and the whole world just mellows right out.
Hutch: Hey,
bartender, why donÕt you set me up a chilli? Just give me a beer. (Sits beside
Alice)
Sweet
Alice: Hello, handsome Hutch.
Hutch:
Hiya, Sweet Alice, howÕre you doing?
Sweet
Alice: Well, I figured the day for a total loser until you trucked in. (To
Starsky) Hey, he still breaking hearts uptown?
Starsky:
Nobody sees him exactly like you do, Sweet Alice.
Sweet
Alice: No, nobody could.
Hutch:
Listen, love, weÕre looking for Belle. ItÕs important.
Sweet
Alice: I donÕt work for Belle anymore, Hutch.
Hutch: Have
you seen her?
Sweet
Alice: No, not for a couple of months. See, I went independent. IÕm doing felid
work. (Hutch sips his beer) Hey, come on. Is something the matter?
Hutch:
Yeah, Belle maybe involved in somethingÉheavy.
Sweet
Alice: I knew it. I could feel it coming.
Hutch: Feel
what coming?
Sweet
Alice: I donÕt know. See, Belle started hanging out with a couple of pretty
heavy dudes from the East.
Hutch: Did
you get their names?
Sweet
Alice: No. No, I never even asked. One of them got kind of rough with me so I
just pulled out. Belle has always been real straight with me and I just think
sheÕs just plumb wore out. SheÕs looking for an easy way to retire, I guess.
Hutch: Do
you have an address? Huh?
Sweet Alice:
Yeah. She working out of a house on the corner of 12th and Chandler
I think. (Hutch pulls her strap up her shoulder)
Hutch:
Thanks.
Sweet
Alice: Hutch, one of these days IÕm gonna go straight. And when I do, IÕm gonna
get you.
Hutch: You
do that and I just might let you. (Kisses her cheek and they leave)
12th
and Chandler: Day
Mary: If
this is a rip-off, I gotta tell ya, there ainÕt a crying need for crystal
balls.
(Inside the
house, Starsky and Hutch have their guns ready, waiting outside the main living
area that looks like a gypsy tent)
Starsky:
Oh, well, weÕre looking for someone.
Mary: AinÕt
nobody here but Madame Yram.
Starsky:
Yeah, whereÕs she?
Mary:
YouÕre looking at her, dummy.
Starsky:
Huh? (They enter the room.)
Mary: Hey,
if you put the guns away IÕll tell you your future.
Hutch: You
the only one in the building? (Hutch looks out the window, while Starsky
approaches the table and sits down)
Mary: Your
future is IÕm gonna call the cops if you donÕt get out of here. (Hutch shows
her his badge) You see, Madame YramÕs never wrong: I saw cops in my future.
(Hutch sits down)
Hutch:
Well, here we are. Yram, huh?
Mary:
Y-R-A-M. ÔMaryÕ backwards as in Mary Polanski.
Hutch: Very
resourceful.
Mary: WhoÕd
come to a fortune-teller named Mary Polanski?
Starsky:
Oh, I donÕt know, I would.
Mary: You
would? Hey, hey.
Hutch:
There was something in your horoscope about making a conquest today wasnÕt
there?
Mary: Was
there? Are you into horoscopes?
Starsky:
Yeah, well, itÕsÉ
Mary: My
horoscope said I was gonna meet a tall, dark, handsome, stranger today.
Starsky:
Yeah, well, one thing you gotta realise is that IÕm not all that tall.
Mary: You
are to me.
Starsky:
Yeah.
Hutch:
Mary? Mary? (SheÕs staring at Starsky)
Starsky:
HeÕs talking to you.
Hutch: How
does your crystal ball do with the past? WeÕre looking for a lady by the name
of Belle Kates. She may have lived here before you. (She looks at the mug shot)
Mary: Yeah.
She had a lot of young stuff. Moving out as I was coming in.
Starsky:
You uh, you uh. She didnÕt mention a forwarding address?
Mary: No.
Starsky:
No?
Mary: I do
remember the name of the moving van they used. Angel. Angel transfer and
storage.
Hutch:
Well, thank you, Mary. Nice to have met you. (Stands up)
Starsky:
Yeah. Mary Polanski. (Shakes her hands, she turns it over and looks at his
palm) IÕm ticklish.
Mary: Me
too.
Hutch: You
coming, Angel?
Starsky: My
partner. (Pulls his hand away and walks past Hutch) I got a way with women.
In the
Torino: Day
(The Torino
drives down the street, Hutch is on the mic)
Hutch: This
is Zebra Three to communications.
Dispatch:
Zebra Three patrol.
Hutch:
Detective Hutchinson here. Requesting a patch through to Captain Dobey.
(DobeyÕs in
his office sticking pins into a map when his phone buzzes.)
Dobey:
Yeah? Patch him through. Hutch, where are you?
Hutch:
Yeah, captain, we got an address from the transfer company that moved Belle
Kates. Have you got anything new on the truck?
Dobey:
Well, so far the truck is sticking to itÕs assigned route. Our cars are
watching it.
Hutch:
Okay, weÕre heading for Belle Kates right now. ItÕs 411 Baldwin Boulevard. Send
over some backup units, but tell them to stay back out of sight. We donÕt wanna
panic anybody.
Dobey: You
got them. ItÕs now 3:50. You think
you can make it by 4?
Hutch: We
can sure as hell try, captain.
BelleÕs
House: Day
(EllieÕs
sat in the living area when Gibson and Belle enter wearing their coats and
carrying bags)
Belle: How
you feeling? (Sits beside her)
Ellie: IÕve
been thinking. IÕve-IÕve seen too much. So has Tom. YouÕre gonna kill us arenÕt
you?
(Outside
the Torino drives up to the house. They both get out and head to the front)
Starsky:
Hutch. Some place, huh?
Hutch:
Yeah. (Hutch reaches the front door first and rings the bell. A young woman
answers)
Woman: Hi
fellas. We donÕt usually open this early, but I think in your case we might
make an exception.
Hutch: Is
Belle around?
Woman: Out
back.
Starsky:
WhoÕs with her?
Woman:
WhoÕs asking? (Shows her his badge) Cops, listen, I donÕt- (Hutch grabs her)
Hutch:
Listen, lady, thereÕs a murder-kidnapping going on around here howÕd you like
to stare at those charges.
Woman: Now,
waits a second, I donÕt anyÉ
Hutch: Have
they got a girl with them? A girl they brought in this morning.
Woman: I
donÕt know anything about any girl.
Hutch: All
right, you said Belle was out back. Where?
Woman: Um,
upstairs in the apartment above the car barn.
Hutch: All
right. (LetÕs her go. Starsky sits her down)
Starsky: Do
you like your work? DonÕt move. (He chases after Hutch. They sneak around back
and find the apartment over the car barn.)
Hutch: You
take the far stair.
Starsky:
Got it.