transcript by Sarah Spearey
A Dark
Road: Night
(Two men
stand in the middle of the road, waving their hands at an on coming car which
stops. A man and his wife are in the car)
Chaco: Hey,
mister, thank you for stopping. We had some trouble with the car.
Emma Lou:
WhatÕs going on?
Zack:
ThatÕs okay. These folks got a little car trouble; IÕll be right back honey.
(The other man leans on the car, showing his fish tattoos.) Now whatÕs the problem?
Harris: The
fan belt broke on the truck.
Zack: Oh
yeah? Well, weÕll have a look at it, get you going in no time. (Takes a look)
Boy, you guys need a new truck.
Chaco:
Yeah. (His Zack over the head. Emma Lou gets out of the car and runs off,
Harris runs after her. She screams and runs through a giant puddle, but is
tackled in some bushes. ThereÕs a struggle)
Same
Location: Day
(Starsky
and Hutch are on the scene, a body is being secured to a gurney.)
Starsky:
Sergeant. What was the story?
Sergeant:
Some guy in an oil truck found them. Her husband was stumbling along up on the
highway. Out of his head.
Hutch: Hey
Tom? Can I get a shot of that?
Sergeant:
HeÕs been released from the hospital, heÕs got a slight concussion. NameÕs
Tyler. HeÕs the big car dealer. You know, Zack Tyler. I seen him in his
commercials just last night on television. His wifeÕs name was Emma Lou.
Hutch: Did
you shoot these tire tracks in front of the car.
Tom:
Yeah. (Hutch finds a toe piece.)
Sergeant:
Husband says that there were two assailants. A Latino and an Anglo with
tattoos. Big guys. Mid 30Õs
Starsky:
Thanks. (Hutch joins Starsky by the body) A couple of regular guys.
Jake: From
the cooling of the body she died around 5am.
Hutch: What
have you got, Jake?
Jake:
Raped, strangled. Lacerations around the back of the neck from a chain, maybe a
heavy necklace. Dan will fill you in after the post. (They walk to a clearing)
Starsky:
Well, what do you think?
Hutch: They
really gotta be coming out of the sewer. Robbery, rape and murder all in one
bundle.
Starsky:
Well, we ainÕt gonna find them standing here.
ZackÕs
Office: Day
(Zack is
sat in his chair with his back to the door)
Hutch: Mr.
Tyler? (He turns around to see Starsky and Hutch enter) Detective Hutchinson.
(Shakes hands)
Zack: Oh,
glad to know you.
Hutch: This
is Detective Starsky.
Zack: How
are you doing?
Starsky:
Sir.
Hutch:
WeÕve been assigned to your case.
Zack: Is
that what you call it?
Starsky:
Afraid so, Mr. Tyler.
Zack: Just
call me Zack, all right. Everybody else does. You boys like to sit down.
Hutch:
Thank you.
Starsky:
Thank you. (They sit.)
Hutch: We
were surprised that you left the hospital so soon. You okay?
Zack: Oh
yeah. Got worse bumps than that playing football. I didnÕt wanna hang around
there. CanÕt face going home. Yeah, the only thing I got left is right here.
You know, itÕs funny IÉI keep thinking sheÕs over in the showroom or something
and then I remember. Boys like a drink?
Hutch: No.
Starsky: No
thank you.
Zack: I
think IÕll have a little touch. (Pours himself a drink) Okay, shoot.
Starsky:
Well, Mr.ÉZack, we think you have a right to know. Are you aware that your wife
was raped as well?
Zack: No, I
didnÕt know that for sure.
Hutch: You
wanna tell us what happened?
Zack: We
was driving down the road, me and Emma Lou. I seen this truck up ahead kind of
halfway blocking the road and these two guys waving at me to stop and I did.
Just as I was getting out this other white guy put his hands on the horns on
the hood of the car, you know and thatÕs when I seen the tattoos. I never will
forget them.
Starsky:
What did they look like?
Zack: All
these rows of fishes down the insides of both arms with curlicues and waves
like breakers above both wrists.
Hutch: Did
you wife wear a necklace?
Zack: Yeah.
Did they steal that?
Hutch:
Yeah.
Zack: Yeah,
I bought her this Indian squash-blossom necklace. Antique, you know. She just
looked so cute in it. I just got it for her last week. (Hutch takes out the
toe-piece)
Hutch: You
know what this is?
Zack: Yeah,
sure. ThatÕs a silver toe-piece off a $200 pair of custom made boots.
Starsky:
Two hundred dollars?
Zack: Yeah,
yeah, a man might not have a dime in his pocket might be a millionaire and
still wear the same kinda boots.
Starsky:
Zack, let me ask you something. If you saw these men again, think youÕd
recognize them?
Zack: Oh
yeah. IÕd recognize them. I ainÕt about to forget them.
The Docks:
Day
(Chaco
comes running towards his boat holding the paper)
Chaco: Hey,
man, we made the papers!
Harris:
Yeah?
Chaco:
(Jumps on board) Hey, theyÕre saying weÕre really bad cats.
Harris:
(Laughs) Bad, huh?
Chaco:
(Reads) Oh wow. You believe this.
Harris:
What?
Chaco: That
girl, she was that old manÕs wife.
Harris: So?
Chaco: I
thought she was some chick he pick up, some sugar daddy, you know what I mean?
Harris: So
who cares, man.
Chaco: Hey,
man, I mean a bimboÕs, thatÕs one thing, but a manÕs wife. I mean, marriage is
a sacred thing.
Harris:
Man, youÕre really something else you know that. You are really something else.
Chaco: Hey,
I donÕt take another manÕs wife,
Harris: Ah,
now, come one, poor Chaco. Look at it this way, baby. They ainÕt married no
more, we just gave them a divorce. (Laughs)
Chaco:
ThatÕs bad luck.
The Torino:
Day
(Hutch is
looking for something in the car as they drive)
Starsky:
What you looking for?
Hutch:
Toe-piece.
Starsky:
You know, this is like Cinderella. WeÕre the prince, the silver toe-piece is
the glass slipper and you and me are running all over our little kingdom
looking for the dainty foot that it fits.
Hutch:
Yeah, well, Prince Charming. Where do we go first?
Starsky:
Well, theyÕd fence the necklace. How about Lenny the Glass Eye?
Hutch: No,
itÕs too high class for him.
Starsky:
HeÕd be thrilled to hear you say that.
Hutch: What
about Smelly Rolly. HeÕs the lowest class fence around. He knows everything
thatÕs happening his end of the market.
Starsky:
ThatÕs where weÕre going then. Smelly RollyÕs Bargain Circus.
Hutch:
WhereÕs that toe-piece? (Starsky shows him it on the end of his finger. Hutch
takes it. They pull up outside a building and enter)
Hutch: Hi,
Marty. You wanna announce us to the merchant prince?
Marty: You
better get out of here or IÕll tare your head off. (Hutch throws him through
the back door. Another man comes down the stairs, but Starsky stops him with
his gun)
Starsky:
Take a walk, Leo. Come on, come on. (Leo runs off)
Rolly:
Marty, I like you because youÕre so fast on your feet. YouÕre an ace, you know.
Hiya, Starsky. Hi, Hutch.
Starsky: So
Rolly?
Rolly:
Business ainÕt so good, but like it says in the journal the Gross National
Product should be up by years end.
Hutch:
Well, youÕd know about anything gross, Rolly. (Starsky pays for a cup of coffee
in the machine.)
Starsky:
Hey look at this. (No cup comes out, the coffee just pours out into nothing)
Hutch:
WeÕre looking for a necklace. Turquoise and silver. Squashed blossom. Antique
worth about 1500 bucks.
Rolly: Hey,
I didnÕt know you guys worked lost and found.
Starsky:
Hey, Rolly, you got any cups?
Hutch: And
a couple of guys took it off a lady. We want to ask them. (He takes a car and
sits next to Rolly) We want to ask them a few questions.
Rolly: Yeah
so? Hey, hey, IÕm a pro. I donÕt discuss business. AinÕt you ever heard of the
code of the subculture.
Starsky:
What have you got a club? Subculture Social Athletics Club, jackets with your
name on. Come on Rolly. YouÕve been around the block a few times.
Rolly:
Yeah, well, I donÕt know anything about a necklace that some broad lost. (Hutch
grabs his tie) Hey, hey, Hutch come on.
Hutch:
OneÕs a Latino and oneÕs an Anglo with tattoos on his forearms. On wears cowboy
boots with silver tips and heels. WeÕre talking about rape and murder one,
Rolly.
Starsky: If
you got something we need, Rolly, we better hear it from you. Where did you get
all this bizarro junk, huh? (Picks up a bowl and electric whisk)
Rolly: Come
on, be careful with that, huh?
Starsky:
Hey, a snow tire. Those guys had a snow tire on their car, right?
Hutch:
Yeah.
Starsky: It
left a track. They come in pairs. Hey, maybe this oneÕs the mate. WeÕre
borrowing this one from you, okay, Rolly.
Hutch:
Maybe you were with these guys Rolly. You have an alibi for yesterday at 5am?
Rolly:
Yeah, yeah. I got an alibi. I was with a lady. A very respectable married woman
named Lillian.
Hutch:
Lillian what?
Rolly: Hey,
you know what you can do with all these questions, this whole deal, huh.
(Starsky drops the bowl) Come on. Cut that out, huh?
Starsky:
IÕm sorry, it slipped.
Rolly:
Yeah, well, I donÕt know any Puerto Rican or any Anglo with tattoos, so guys
quit busting my stuff.
Starsky: I
didnÕt say he was a Puerto Rican. Hutch didnÕt say he was a Puerto Rican. You
said he was a Puerto Rican. I think you know the man.
Hutch:
(Grabs RollyÕs tie) Now you sit there Rolly and you think. You think about
time, hard time because weÕll be back. And if you got what to say and arenÕt
saying it youÕre gonna fall behind the accessory to murder wrap. And that, my
fat friend, is a 10 to 15 years wide awake nightmare.
Starsky:
Hey, Rolly, donÕt run. DonÕt even walk. Just think.
RayÕs
Tattoo Parlour: Day
(RayÕs
working on a tattoo as Starsky and Hutch walk in)
Hutch: Ray?
Ray: Back
here. (They come round to behind the counter) Starsky and Hutch, whatÕs good?
Starsky:
Looking at you, sweetheart.
Ray: What
about me?
Hutch: Oh,
well. YouÕre special. We brought you something. (Shows her a photo of a man
covered in tattoos.)
Ray: Oh
thatÕs really nice.
Hutch:
Where do you want me to tack it up?
Ray:
Anywhere, gorgeous.
Hutch:
Excuse me, hello there. (Smiles at the lady and pins up the picture)
Ray:
Thoughtful of you boys. ThatÕll be 15 bucks, toots. (The lady pulls the money
out of her top and leaves)
Starsky:
ThatÕs a lot of lady.
Hutch: ItÕs
distracting. Ray, you could do something for us. WeÕre looking for a man, about
35, Anglo, has unusual tattoos up and down his forearms. Parallel fish with
curlicues on the side and the top. And then down at the wrists, big ocean
breaker waves. You ever seen a tattoo like that?
Ray: No,
IÕd remember if I did.
Starsky:
Why?
Ray: Were
the fish all the same kind and there were like six or eight of them?
Hutch: As
far as we know.
Ray: MacaoÕs
the only place tattoos like that are done.
Starsky:
WhereÕs that?
Hutch: ItÕs
a wide-open port in the China sea.
Ray: There
arenÕt any tattoo artists from Macao around here.
Hutch:
Well, then heÕd have to do it there, wouldnÕt he?
Ray: Would
have had to.
Starsky: Well,
I guess that makes on of our suspects a seafaring man.
Hutch: Come
on, Hemingway. See ya, Ray.
Starsky:
See ya, Ray.
Ray: Right.
(They leave)
Outside Jr.
Market: Day
(The Torino
pulls up in front of a couple of phone booths. They get out.)
Hutch: You
need a dime?
Starsky:
No, I got a dime.
Hutch: You
sure?
Starsky:
IÕm positive. (Digs out a dime from his pocket.)
Hutch: All
right.
Starsky:
Dime.
(He puts in the money and waits, but
nothing happens. Hutch offers him a dime, but heÕs already got another one.
Still nothingÕs happening. Hutch goes into the neighbouring booth and dials.
Starsky joins him looking annoyed.)
Hutch:
Detective services. Yeah, Stone, this is Hutch. Listen add to that program
youÕre running that the Anglo was probably a sailor who laid over in Macao.
Starsky:
Hey!
Hutch: One
second (To Starsky) IÕm on the phone.
Starsky: I
know.
Hutch: (On
the phone) And the Latino was a Puerto Rican. Wait a minute (To Starsky) What
is it?
Starsky:
The snow tire. DonÕt forget the snow tire.
Hutch: Oh
yeah. We dropped off a snow tire. Check that as the mate to the tire tracks we
found at the scene. (To Starsky) You got anything else for us?
Starsky:
No.
Hutch: (On
the phone) Anything else? Okay. (Takes out his dime)
Starsky:
Wait a second. (Goes to the other phone, but thereÕs no dime. Starsky kicks the
phone and says something in Spanish)
Hutch:
YouÕre Spanish is getting better.
Starsky:
Thank you. (They get in the car) Computer spit out a make yet.
Hutch: No,
still too general. But it did turn up heroin residue in the blood
analysis. GuyÕs a shooter.
Starsky:
Then theyÕre both hypes. They come in pairs. (Drive off)
Smelly
RollyÕs Bargain Circus: Day
(Rolly
opens his desk draw and takes out the squash blossom necklace, he looks at it
and then makes a call.)
Rolly:
Yeah, Huggy Bear. Yeah, this is Rolly. Yeah, I want to leave a message for
Starsky and Hutch, huh? Yeah, tell them I wanna meet them. Privately okay.
(HuggyÕs on
the other line)
Huggy:
Yeah, okay. Talk to them in private. They
should meet that Fat Rolly in the zoo. (Phone rings, he answers.) Chez Huggy
Bears. Hey, man, how the hell do I know? (Hangs up) Somebody tell Sweetmeat her
old man called. (Starsky and Hutch enter)
Oh please, close the door.
Hutch: Is
that anyway to talk to us Huggy.
Starsky:
You got something against daylight, it happens every 24 hours.
Huggy:
Yeah, I got something against today. Linen service donÕt show up, no garbage
collection. My bartenders donÕt show up. You looking at a mean mistreater.
Careful. Mean Joe Greene is a pussycat compared to this Huggy Bear.
Hutch: IÕll
have iced coffee.
Starsky:
Make it two, Huggy.
Huggy: Two
iced coffees. (They go to the other end of the car) So, whatÕs happening?
Starsky: Looking
for a couple of hypes. Rape and murder one. OneÕs a blond, tattoos up and down
his forearms. The other oneÕs a big Puerto Rican, wears cowboy boots.
Huggy:
Starsky, you know I donÕt allow no rapists and such in my place.
Hutch:
Well, Huggy, have any of your respectable customers spoken of these two guys?
Huggy:
What, you think folks just come in here chitchatting about any piece of mayhem
they hear about.
Starsky:
Hey, Huggy, you got something for us or not?
Huggy:
Well, if theyÕre hypes IÕll see what I can pick up. They must be buying their
fixes from somewhere. So have no fear, Huggy BearÕs info will be here. And by
the way your yo-yo called, said to come by, wanted to talk to you. Fat Rolly.
Starsky:
Why the hell didnÕt you say so?
Huggy:
Well, what do you think I just said? (Starsky and Hutch dash off. ThereÕs a
crash) Hey, whatÕs going on in the kitchen?
Smelly RollyÕs Bargain Circus: Day
(The Torino
parks outside RollyÕs place, just as something crashes through the window.)
Starsky:
What the- (Picks up the mic) Ten sierra, 11 Harry, 1033. Disturbance at 489
North Avenue.
(More stuff
is throw out, Hutch catches something. Inside a huge man is choking another man
and thumps him hard. Starsky and Hutch enter and dodges a large object. Hutch
is thrown into some junk. Starsky jumps on the guys back and his swung around
and tossed into more junk. Hutch picks up a giant vase)
LillianÕs
Husband: I think IÕll go home now. (Hutch smashes the vase over his head, but
it doesnÕt hurt him. Starsky goes for his gun.)
Starsky:
Fre-freeze.
Hutch: All
right, who are you?
LillianÕs
Husband: IÕm LillianÕs husband. He fiddled around with Lillian (Points at a
bloody Rolly) my little Lillian.
Starsky:
Just stay cool, big fella. Comprendo?
Hutch: I
donÕt think RollyÕs going to make it through the night. (Tries handcuffing the
guy) These cuffs donÕt fit him.
Starsky:
Maybe we oughta throw a net over him.
DobeyÕs
office: Day
Dobey: What
do you think this is a circus? You guys couldnÕt conduct a straight
investigation if your lives depended upon it.
Hutch:
Well, thatÕs not entirely accurate Captain. Do you have an aspirin?
Dobey:
Where does this wrestler come from? (Dobey throws Hutch a bottle)
Starsky:
Olympic Auditorium. ItÕs in my report.
Dobey: Oh
yeah, about this report. It reads like a comic book. ÒThe fiery red Torino
fishtails to a halt. We spill onto the street ready for action.Ó What is this?
(Slams the report down)
Starsky:
Hey.
Dobey:
Look, IÕm gonna tell you again. All I want is a straight report written in
English. Now why did the wrestler beat up Rolly?
Hutch:
Thanks, Captain. (Throws back the aspirin) Because Rolly was messing around
with his wife.
Dobey:
WhatÕs that got to do with the two guys youÕre looking for?
Starsky: He
knew the Latino was a Puerto Rican and according to Harold in the crime lab,
Rolly snow tire is the same make, size, thread and wear pattern as the
snow-tire track at the scene. See? So that puts Rolly knowing them before it
went down and giving or selling them a snow tire.
Dobey: You
think he set it up?
Starsky:
ThatÕs not RollyÕs bag. But these guys fence with him regular.
Hutch: He
can identify them for us. But right now who they are and where they are is
locked up inside RollyÕs head which at the moment doesnÕt look too good.
Starsky:
Captain.
Dobey:
What?
Starsky:
May we be excused.
Dobey:
Yeah, go on, get out of here.
Starsky:
Thanks.
(They leave
the office and enter the squad room where Zack is sat at a desk)
Zack: Hi,
you guys.
Hutch: Hi
Zack.
Starsky:
How you doing, Zack.
Zack: How
you big city cops doing anyway, huh? Hey, howÕd you like to buy this sleek
little four door sedan I got here, huh? It was previously owned by a lady of
questionable repute. She only used the back seat. (laughs and then slowly
stops) Let me tell you, waiting around over there for news at the car lot was
just awful. So I, I thought IÕd drop by and see what was happening.
Starsky:
Well, a couple of leads Zack. Nothing positive.
Zack: When I
think of them two killers, walking around in broad daylight, polluting up the
air, free as a bird,
Hutch:
WeÕll get them Zack. We told you that. ItÕll take a little time, but weÕll get
them.
Zack: Yeah,
I believe you will. IÕm selling the car lot. Yeah, the whole kitten caboodle.
Too many memories, you know? House everything. IÕm clearing out.
Starsky:
Where will you go?
Zack: I
donÕt know
Hutch: Are
you sure youÕre doing the right thing?
Zack: Well,
I donÕt know, ah, butÉwell, thatÕs my nature. A manÕs gotta be true to his
nature.
Starsky:
WeÕll have to get in touch with you in case we get a couple of suspects.
Zack: Yeah,
well, donÕt you worry about that. I ainÕt going no place till you nail their
hides to the barn door. (Pause) Well,
you boys need me, yaÕll just holler.
Starsky:
Okay, Zack.
Zack: IÕll
be seeing ya. (Gets up)
Starsky:
Take it easy.
Zack: Yeah,
you too. (He leaves and the phone rings. Hutch answers.)
Hutch:
Detective Hutchinson.
Huggy: Man,
thatÕs formal. This is the proprietor, Huggy Bear calling.
Hutch: Hey,
Huggy.
Huggy: You
still wanna lead on those two hypes.
Hutch:
Yeah, what you got?
Huggy: I
made you contact with the angel.
Hutch: The
what?
Huggy: 1106
Somers. Tell her I sent you. If theyÕre around, sheÕll know them.
Hutch:
Thanks Huggy.
Huggy: You
got it. (Hangs up)
Hutch: Hey,
letÕs go.
Starsky:
Where to?
Hutch: To
see an angel. (They leave)
Royal
Apartments: Day
(The Torino
pulls up in front of an old apartment building. They go up in the lift and stop
on a dingy, dull floor.)
Starsky:
Hey. (They knock on the only door. No answer. He knocks again. They get their
guns ready, stay clear of the door and Hutch opens it.) Anybody home? Hello?
Angel:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you. See you tooÉ(Starsky and Hutch
enter.) with my mind.
(The Angel
is sat in an arm chair. Hutch checks out her dresser and finds a syringe and an
old picture of her in a slimming, dazzling dress)
Angel:
YaÕll come for the Angel?
Hutch: No.
No we didnÕt come to bust you. (The Angel laughs)
Angel: Oh
Honey. What are you looking at those old pictures for? You got a hankering for
that girl. Yeah, that was 15 years ago.
Hutch:
Huggy Bear sent us.
Angel: IÕm
hip.
Hutch: We
need to know a few things.
Angel: Like
what?
Starsky:
WeÕre looking for a couple of hypes. OneÕs a Puerto Rican who wears cowboy
boots with silver toe-pieces. OneÕs missing. The otherÕs an Anglo, tattoos up
and down both forearms. Mid 30Õs. TheyÕre both big. You seen them?
Angel: What
did they do?
Hutch:
Rape, murder. For kicks.
Angel:
Young girls?
Hutch:
Married.
Angel: Now,
why should I help the police force finger a couple of hypes?
Starsky: I
donÕt know. Maybe because theyÕre giving heroin addicts a bad name.
Angel: (Laughs)
Oh, youÕre cute. Fifteen years ago, baby. Well, the Angel will tell you she
heard a couple of hypes, junkies shooting their mouths off on cheap wine about
making a score down by Terminal Island. Now, brown bread, hangs around the pike
at a place called Big Chucks. White bread, I donÕt know what he does. HeÕs a
sailor. Always talking about sailing off into the sunset. (Sings) A long way
from the home. A long way from home. (Talking) See I been to that sunset a few times.
Starsky:
Take care of yourself, Angel. Be careful how you go.
Angel:
Yeah, IÕll remember that. IÕll remember that. (Starsky and Hutch leave. She
hums a little) IÕll remember that.
Terminal
Island: Day
(The Torino
pulls up at a fair ground with stalls and rides all around them. They split up.
Starsky enters a small diner. Chaco is at the counter talking to someone)
Chaco: Best
Gal in the fourth. ThatÕs the number, man.
Guy: You
donÕt know nothing. You know, if a horse bit you, youÕd think it was a hog.
Chaco: Hey,
you bet your money on that horse, you lose. (Starsky notices the missing
toe-piece on ChacoÕs boot) You sick man.
Guy: ThatÕs
a donkey.
Chaco:
ThatÕs a donkey?
Guy: Hey,
Charlie. Give me one more order of French Fries.
Chaco: Hey,
put some money on three of them.
Guy: Hey,
IÕll put my money on three, if you loan me five. (Starsky slides the toe-piece
across the counter to Chaco)
Starsky: Congratulations,
Cinderella, your foot fits the silver slipper.
(Chaco
throws his fries at Starsky and takes off. Starsky follows with his gun out,
but Chaco grabs a hostage and pulls a knife)
Chaco: IÕll
cut her. IÕm walking out if here.
Starsky:
No, youÕre not.
Chaco: IÕll
cut her. IÕm not kidding. (He continues to walk backwards) IÕll cut her.
(HutchÕs gun appears at his head)
Hutch: I
donÕt think so.
Starsky: No
way. No way youÕre gonna walk out of here with a woman.
Hutch: You
so much as twitch a muscle IÕll blow your head off. Drop it. (He drops it.
Starsky grabs the girl while Hutch slides Chaco across the bar and handcuffs
him)
Interrogation
room: Day
(Starsky
sits in the room with Chaco)
Starsky:
How old are you? You single? (Through the two way glass, Hutch and Zack watch)
You know a blonde guy with tattoos? Where were you at five am, day before yesterday?
Which of these three detergents do you find to be easiest on your hands? You
know, you are one of the warmest, most responsive human beings IÕve ever had
the pleasure to meet. An all-around regular fella. (He leaves the room)
Hutch:
Well, Zack. ThatÕs one down, one to go.
Zack: I
ainÕt ever seen that man before in my whole life.
Hutch:
What? (Starsky enters) He says heÕs never seen this man before in his life.
Starsky:
What?
Zack: I
sure wish I could help you fellas, but he just ainÕt one of them, thatÕs all. I
sure wish he was.
Squad Room:
Day
(Dobey
enters the squad room with Starsky and Hutch behind him.)
Dobey: Now
what the hell is going on? You told him he had him nailed. Now the only
eyewitness swears ChacoÕs not the man that murdered his wife or hit him on the
head.
Hutch: Hold
him anyway.
Dobey: On
what?
Starsky:
Reasonable cause. ThatÕs enough for murder one.
Dobey: Not
on a positive non-identification.
Hutch: We
know ChacoÕs our man. Hold him. (Phone rings, Dobey answers)
Dobey:
Dobey here. Oh, yeah? Good. (Hangs up) RollyÕs coming around. HeÕll cop out if
weÕll bargain on a plea.
Starsky:
Rolly can nail Chaco for us. (Makes a call.) What is it with this telephone? I
know I dialled the lockup. (Into the phone) I donÕt want the commissaryÉyou get
off my crossed line. (Hutch makes the call)
Hutch: Hey,
Dixon, this is Hutchinson. I want you to stall the release on Huey Chaco,
Number 33240 (Hangs up) HeÕs already on the street.
The
Streets: Day
(ChacoÕs
walking down the street with ZackÕs car following him)
Zack: Hey, there
Huey. IÕm having a little trouble with my fan belt. Maybe yÕall could give me a
hand. (He shoots Chaco, who falls down some concrete steps)
RollyÕs
Hospital Room: Day
(RollyÕs
awake, sitting up in bed with a bandage around his head ad Starsky and Hutch
either side of his bed)
Hutch:
LetÕs have it fast, Rolly. Where are your friends?
Rolly:
Yeah, when I get a guaranteed deal. The DAÕs offering me diddly.
Hutch: The
only guarantee you got is this: We make you as a known fence we make you with
the two guys, we put you in business with them before the murder so we make you
an accessory to murder.
Starsky: We
tie this around you like a knot and dump the whole mess in the joint. You deal,
baby, in about ten seconds or you got no deal. None at all.
Rolly: Hold
on, huh? Give me a break.
Hutch:
Times up. (TheyÕre about to leave)
Rolly:
Well, wait a minute. Wait. All right. Yeah, IÕll give you their names. Little
Huey Chaco and John Brown Harris. Now, youÕre gonna give me conditional on the
accessory, right?
Hutch:
WeÕll try.
Rolly:
Okay. I fenced a couple of TVÕs for themÉIÉsome watches, sold them a case of
calculators. I sold them the tire for 5 bucks.
Starsky:
Come on Rolly.
Rolly: All
right, all right. Look, IÕll give you Chaco, see. HeÕll duke you to Harris.
Starsky:
ChacoÕs duking us to nothing. ChacoÕs dead, Rolly.
Hutch: What
about Harris?
Rolly:
Harris. Forget it. I want to stay alive.
Hutch:
Look, fatso. ThereÕs an APB out on Zack Tyler. Two witnesses identified him as
the man who shot Chaco. If Tyler gets to Harris before we do the man is dead.
And youÕve got no deal.
Starsky:
Besides youÕre doing him a favour. With us, the creep at least gets a trial.
Rolly:
Harris sells his blood for drinking money when heÕs broke. HeÕs a sailor or
something like that.
Starsky:
All right, where does he peddle his blood?
Rolly: Ace
medical on Inden.
Starsky:
Thanks a bunch, Rolly. ItÕs always a pleasure doing business with you.
Hutch:
YouÕre gonna love San Quintin. (They leave)
Ace
Medical: Day
(The Torino
parks outside the medical centre. ThereÕs a man leaning against a mail box)
Starsky:
HeÕs waiting for the mail.
(Inside a
beat up man is having his blood pressure taken. Starsky and Hutch go up to the
desk where a nurse is typing on a typewriter.)
Hutch:
MaÕam?
Nurse:
YouÕll have to wait your turn.
Starsky:
Excuse me, Miss? WeÕre not here to sell blood. WeÕre cops. (Shows his badge) We
need all ours.
Hutch: You
ever seen this guy (Shows her a mug shot of Harris)
Starsky:
WhatÕre looking at me for? Answer the man.
Nurse: I
donÕt recall.
Starsky:
Hutch. (Points at him and turns away)
Hutch: All
right, look, lady. HeÕs got tattoos up and down his forearm parallel rows of
fishes. Tattoos on the inside.
Nurse: Oh
him. I remember him. ItÕs easier for me to remember arms than faces.
Hutch: When
was the last time he was here? (StarskyÕs trying to get a candy bar out of the
machine, but itÕs not working so he hits it while the nurse checks her files)
Nurse:
Harris. Exactly three weeks ago.
Hutch: You
got an address on him? (Checks her files)
Nurse: No,
a phone number. 555-6473 (Hutch writes)
Hutch:
555-6374
Nurse: 6473
Hutch: 6473
Nurse: (To
Starsky) You get out of here.
Starsky:
This machine gypped me out of a peanut bar.
Nurse: Get
out of here and take your nosy friend with you. I got people waiting!
Starsky:
(To Hutch as they leave) she is a vampire. Now, thatÕs the first lady vampire I
ever met.
The Docks:
Day
(The Torino
parks by a phone booth)
Starsky:
According to the phone company that should be the one. (Hutch gets out and
takes a look at it.)
Hutch:
555-6473. ThatÕs it. (Starsky gets out of the car and gets out his gun)
Hutch: I
wonder if we beat Zack here.
Starsky:
Well, maybe heÕs come and gone.
(They walk
alone the bank, just as ZackÕs car pulls up behind the Torino. He gets out and
follows them at a distance. Meanwhile Harris is on his boat, he waves at the
approaching detectives.)
Harris:
Morning. Help you fellas?
Starsky:
Make him?
(Harris
pulls a shotgun and fires, Starsky and Hutch take cover. Zack runs up and
fires.)
Hutch: Get
back! Get back! (Starsky tries pulling Zack behind an old pram for cover)
Starsky:
Get down! (Zack continues firing as does Hutch and Harris. Harris takes off
down the pier; Zack is the first to follow, then Hutch and Starsky. The chase
continues into a scrap metal yard. A car gets in StarskyÕs way and heÕs forced
to role over it.)
Hutch: Move
it, you Turkey. (To Starsky) You okay?
Starsky:
Yeah.
(The chase continues,
Zack has to stop to reload and Harris takes cover in a large metal dumpster.
Starsky and Hutch take cover among the junk. ThereÕs a lot of moving around
before Harris starts shooting again. Zack fires back)
Hutch: Get
down, Zack! (Harris shoots Zack.) Damn it, Zack.
Starsky:
What do we do? We call for cover?
Hutch:
ThereÕs no time. We gotta get to Zack. (Harris fires again)
Starsky:
That thing heÕs in is like a tank. (Their shots bounce off the metal. Starsky
spots a crane) Cover me (He runs to the crane while Hutch fires repeatedly at
Harris. He gets in the crane) this thing with machineÕs gotta end right here.
(More shots fired at the window as Hutch comes to his side) Come on.
Hutch: Give
me your gun.
Starsky: I
got it. (He gets the crane moving towards the dumpster. The crane comes down on
the dumpster, grips it and pulls it upwards and lets go. Hutch gets off and
runs to it. Harris is still alive.)
Hutch: I
got Zack.
Starsky:
Okay. (Starsky turns Harris over) YouÕre okay. Come on. (Handcuffs him. Hutch goes
to ZackÕs body. HeÕs still alive. A worker arrives.)
Hutch: You!
Call an ambulance. ItÕs all right Zack. (Starsky comes over and props up his
head with HutchÕs shirt)
Starsky:
Easy boy.
Zack:
WhatÕs happening?
Hutch:
DonÕt you talk.
Zack: Did
you get him?
Hutch:
Yeah, we got him.
Zack: Good
deal.
Starsky:
Why didnÕt you leave this alone, Zack?
Zack: Well,
let me tell you a story my grandpappy told me. ThereÕs this scorpion you see.
He wanted to get across the river, but he couldnÕt swim. And so heÕs trying to
talk this frog into carrying him across on his back, see? And the frog knew
that he couldnÕt swim and as long as we was in the water he wouldnÕt sting him
becauseÉbecause heÕd die, see? HeÕd drown. So the scorpion kept pestering him
and so he said, ÒAll right, climb on board.Ó And they got about halfway across
the river and this scorpion, doggone if he didnÕt up and sting that frog. And
the frog looked around at him and he said ÒHey, what did you do that for? You
gonna die too.Ó And the scorpion looked at him and said ÒI couldnÕt help it.Ó
You see that old scorpion, heÕs just being true to his nature, see? Just like
IÕm being true to mine. Besides, with Emma Lou gone living is a hard way to go.
You know what I mean?
Starsky:
You hold on Zack. Ambulance is coming. (He dies)
Hutch:
Starsky.
Starsky:
Yeah?
Hutch: HeÕs
dead. (Hutch closes ZackÕs eyes.)