The Presidio

Try to imagine: Colonel Gray's secretary.

Unbelievable. I mean I'm talking Hoover here.

She's been after my ass for months.

Uh-uh. Jody called in sick.

- I'm gonna put you on a desk du... - My ass you are.

Well, stay on the radio. The fog's a bitch out there tonight.

OK.

I spotted some activity awhile ago at Fort Point.

Patti Jean,

if you get cold out there, you give me a call.

I got a jacket.

- It's not the same as a man. - Neither are you.

Unit One Foxtrot is 10-8.

Unit One Foxtrot to Dispatch 297.

Scared away a couple of lovebirds.

Judging by the car, you'd think they could afford a nice motel room.

10-4, One Foxtrot. Stay on the handset, Patti Jean.

Yes, Daddy.

One Foxtrot to Dispatch 297.

Checking an open door at Officers' Club.

One Foxtrot stand by for Unit Two Bravo to back you up.

Stay where you are, Patti Jean. Bud's leaving right now.

Stay where you are.

Freeze!

Presidio, this is Unit One Bravo. I've had a T.A.

Suspect vehicle, light-colored Lincoln

heading southbound on Bernard from Presidio.

Get him. The bastard run me off the road!

Son of a bitch!

Shit! Hang on.

We've got him! We've got him! He's heading for Arguello Gate.

Stay on the base, Zeke. Do not pursue off base.

SFPD will be notified. They will respond.

Do you read me?

Zeke, answer me, damn it!

We'll never catch him unless we cut him off!

You all right?

Yeah.

Hey, scuzzball.

What's this, plant food?

Come on, Ace. That's not my stuff.

- No? - No. See.

I borrowed this vest from a friend of mine tonight, alright?

And it belongs to him.

- That's what it is. - Oh, is that right?

- Yeah. - Attention all units. Possible 459.

'86 Lincoln traveling eastbound on Lombard.

Come on, Schmitty. Let's move.

Hang in there, Leroy.

Save this for me till we get back, would you pal?

- Hey, gentlemen, this is not legal. - So sue us!

Edward Five, we are in pursuit of a silver Lincoln

traveling southbound on Arguello from California,

we're at speeds in excess of 70 miles per hour and climbing.

Roger, Edward Five. All units in the area, please respond.

Edward Five, eastbound California, Batham.

Roger, Three Edward Five.

Austin.

Yeah. Be right there.

Howard, I'm gonna give you one more chance.

- Who were you with? - I don't know jack shit.

Come on Howard, you're too dumb to have done something like this by yourself.

Come on.

When you were in the army, you were stationed at the Presidio, weren't you?

Mm-Hm. Why?

There's been a shooting. I'd like you to handle it.

A Colonel there by the name of Caldwell, he's in charge.

Yeah. I know him. I don't like him.

So? Don't take any shit from the Army.

Howard, my man, this doesn't look too good for you.

This'll be your third time down.

Third time. Ooh.

- That's the big one. - Eat shit!

You got that wrong there.

I'm gonna be in restaurants eating steak and lobster.

You'll be in the slam for the rest of your life.

Shit is what you'll be eating. It's their best entree!

Howard is beginning to see the light.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, Jesus!

You'll be OK. You'll be OK. I'll get some help.

My heart!

What?

- Priest. - What?

Right there man!

You move, and I'll kill the cop!

Take your gun out. Nice and easy, by the barrel.

Drop it on the ground and kick it to me.

Do it now, or I'll fucking blow 'em away! I swear it!

Don't give him your gun.

Give me the god damn gun. You want to die, cop?

No.

Do you?

- Put the gun away. - Give me the gun! I'm gonna do it.

Think about it, pal.

You shoot me, he's gonna shoot you.

Keep your eyes on me. If you take your eyes off me I guarantee I'll kill you.

I'll do it!

Either way pal, you're dead.

- I'm gonna shoot! - You know, you keep saying that.

I don't think you're gonna do it.

He's got his hand on his gun now.

It's not quite working out the way you thought it was, huh?

Live or die, asshole. Your choice.

I need some help in here, now!

OK, everybody. Let's go. Move back. Let's go.

It doesn't concern you. Let's go.

The show's over. Come on. Back. Back.

Hey Zeke, how's it hanging?

Austin. Austin!

What in the hell are you doing here?

- No shit? - No shit.

- You didn't steal that? - I didn't steal it.

So what happened, some officer shoot himself in the foot?

It's Patti Jean.

She never had a chance.

- I'm sorry, Jay. - The old man inside?

Yeah.

If there's anything I can do...?

It's a kentia palm, sir.

Sergeant Mueller, I don't care what it's called. When did you last water it?

Excuse me sir, would the Colonel like me to type up my report?

Who are you?

John Mueller, sir. I manage the Officers' Club.

You checked the inventory?

Yes sir, but there's nothing in here to steal, just supplies.

No kidding. Well somebody wanted something

because somebody broke in here and killed that girl.

- Yes, sir. - Don't call me sir.

Anything missing?

No, sir... I mean, no. Nothing.

- The rear door's been jimmied. - Yeah, I noticed that.

My people will handle this from now on.

I don't want your guys to touch anything.

Oh, really?

Listen to me.

What we've got here is a multi-jurisdictional investigation

involving the cooperation of the army

and the San Francisco Police Department. Now I'm the police part.

As far as I know CID still handles felonies, don't they?

So, unless I miss my guess,

you're still the provost marshal. Isn't that right?

Mm-hm.

Sir.

- Are you done? - Maybe.

Now listen, boy.

I was prepared to cut you a little slack because of Patti Jean.

Well, your time's up, so listen real good to what I'm gonna tell you.

This is my command here.

You watch your mouth when you're here.

Or I just might cut off your balls and serve them up for breakfast.

Do you understand me?

Oh, yes, sir.

Good.

Mueller, did you water this plant?

Say something.

- What? - That's a start.

I'm Inspector Jay Austin, San Francisco Police Department.

- Who are you? - You didn't do that right.

- I didn't? - No. You're supposed to show me your ID.

Close the door.

- What? - Close the door.

Hello. I'm Inspector Austin, San Francisco Police Department.

I'm looking for Colonel Caldwell.

This is where he lives. He works somewhere else.

Kinda figured that.

Do you wanna wait on the porch, Inspector Jay Austin?

No, I wanna come in.

Donna Caldwell, the colonel's daughter.

Did you here about the MP that was killed last night?

Mm-hm.

Yeah, the phone's been ringing off the hook.

Such a small post. Never any excitement.

Tell me about it.

I used to be an MP here a few years back, under your father's command.

- Never knew he had a daughter, though. - I was away at school until last month.

Why'd you leave the army?

- I had my reasons. - Was my father one of them?

Yeah.

You're very pretty.

- Is it hard? - Is what hard?

- Being a policeman. - Oh, yeah.

Inspector Austin, are you flirting with me?

Gee, I thought it was the other way around.

You know, your father is gonna tell you all kinds of things about me.

Mm, what kinda things?

Mm. Not the good kind.

Are they true?

Find out for yourself. Wanna have dinner with me tonight?

Well you don't waste much time, do you?

How do I get ahold of you without going through your father?

- I should have made decaf. - Listen.

He's gonna come walking through that door any minute. He's an intelligent guy.

He's gonna take one look at you and me talking and he's gonna

figure out right off what's going on.

- What's going on? - How attracted you are to me.

It's gonna have him climbing the walls. Then later, when he gets you alone,

he's gonna tell you what a jerk I am, and he's gonna order you to stay away from me.

Mm, no. My father doesn't order me to do anything. We have an agreement.

- He'll break it. - No he won't.