The Organization

This time we're gonna drop you, and I'm not fooling.

Lieutenant, we found these on the floor, near the window.

You heard the gate blow up after you were hit. Sure?

Yes, sir. Whoever hit me was already inside.

Put a trace on those in the morning.

Virgil, we can take this fella away.

Not just yet.

Any vehicles missing? Maybe he blew the gate to get out.

- My car's here. - We're not interested in your car.

- What about the others? - All the wheeled vehicles are here.

- What about Mr Bishop's car? - When I came on duty his car wasn't here

and when I checked this floor, twice tonight, I didn't see him.

Jesus!

William Martin, the assistant manager?

Uh, technically the vice president, yes, sir.

- Where'd you find him? - At home. It looked like we woke him up.

We don't consider you a suspect. You don't have to talk to us if you don't want.

Well, naturally, I want to help, if I can.

OK.

Bishop was shot in the back of the head and through the neck.

One bullet is still in the chest cavity. The other is stuck in the wall.

Apparently he was bent over studying those papers on the desk.

You might wanna take a look at 'em.

We manufacture most of our furniture, but some of it we buy from Hong Kong.

It's a cost study.

Well, was that important enough for him to work on tonight?

- Apparently. - You knew he was gonna work tonight?

No. Mm? No, no, I didn't.

Do you mind if we talk somewhere else?

Sure.

OK, Doc, you can take it away now.

Mr Martin.

This is Inspector Pecora. I'm Lieutenant Tibbs. You were saying?

What? Oh, I...

Well, I-I-I...

I left a few minutes early. John was still here.

He hadn't said anything about working. Not to me.

We understand his car wasn't here tonight.

That could be. It's one of those sport cars.

He's always having it tuned. He might have come by taxi.

We'll check that.

I suppose he had no enemies. They never do.

I can't say John won friends in the trade, but he was respected.

There's always robbery. But his wallet didn't seem to have been disturbed.

Is there anything in that office that anybody might want?

Business secrets, Mr Martin. Anything like that?

There was nothing important enough to kill for.

Well, let's take a look.

Take him in the other room.

Naturally we checked out the desk. Would you mind opening it?

Well, I don't know. I mean, shouldn't there be formalities?

- A search warrant or something? - You said you wanted to help.

OK, I guess.

But I really...

He never would have shown us the vault if we hadn't pushed him.

So, how do we know nothing was stolen?

Yes. You're sure?

Yes, they're just coming in now.

The bullets don't match. Both .38s, but two different guns.

- Apparently two people didn't like Bishop. - What've you got on him?

By the way, the layout of the factory just came in.

He had no prison record. He had a good army record. He was married 16 years.

He was with the company for ten years. He was manager for six.

He owns 12 per cent of the stock, and most of that is bonuses.

- That's all we have right now. - What does Mrs Bishop say?

She's under sedation. We can't get a statement until tomorrow.

The watchman still sticks to his story.

Officer Perelli heard the explosion at 2.12,

but wasn't sure of the location. It took him four minutes to spot the blown gate.

So, if they blew it to get in, all they had was four minutes.

Not much time to get around those alarms on the lower floors.

The lab says that the window glass was cut from the outside...

five storeys up.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Your conference call, sir. Paris and Istanbul.

One moment, please. Mr Alford.

OK, thank you. Mr Alford and Mr Mills are here.

André...

Bob Alford. I'll start with you.

I'm getting leery of these offshore funds.

I suggest we sell 10,000 shares of OUS.

- What's your opinion? - Uh, give me a moment, Bob.

There is something I want to check on that.

The entire San Francisco stock has been stolen.

John Bishop has been liquidated.

John Bishop.

Yes, my information seems to indicate sell. I agree.

Do you have the joint-venture agreement with Yugoslavia handy?

We must assume we have been penetrated.

We are sending all doubtful personnel out of the country on trumped-up errands.

We want five thoroughly reliable men sent here at once. Usual covers.

Our production must be increased at the Turin plant.

We believe Giovanni should be replaced. I'd like everybody's opinion on that.

I'd suggest Guido Malatesta to replace him,

even if we have to buy Guido's company to get him.

All existing heroin from Marseilles refinery,

and increase purchases of raw opium in Turkey regardless of price.

Zach and I agree on Malatesta. What do you think?

We agree, Bob.

OK. Same time, day after tomorrow.

Jesus, if we've been penetrated...

If I know Bob, God help the smart bastards who did it.

- What did you think of it? - Of what?

- The sex lecture. - It was all right, I guess.

The man said you may have some questions.

I mean, any of it you didn't already know?

Well, maybe not in those words.

Well, sex is a pretty big subject, man.

I mean, you'd think there was something you didn't know about it.

It ain't normal, dammit. A boy that age ain't supposed to know

as much as he wants me to think he knows.

Maybe he doesn't think you an authority on sex.

Oh? Well, how about you?

Well, of course, I'm from an older, more innocent generation.

Of course.

But I'll do my best to build your image with him.

Yeah?

Who's this?

How'd you get this number?

Who was that?

I don't know.

I wonder how he got an unlisted number.

Virge...

Honey, make me a sandwich.

Sergeant? Tibbs. Pick me up in ten minutes. I'll tell you then.

- Virgil, please... - It's just some guy.

He wants me to walk down Corning Street alone... 2600 block at 7.45.

And you're gonna go?

Don't worry. Corning's a very busy street. Now, fix me that sandwich.

They used a plastic explosive.

Flashlight batteries, a cheap alarm clock. You know?

Not much chance of tracing that.

What have you got on Bishop's assistant... William Martin?

A respectable record. The timing makes it almost impossible...

We don't know the timing. If you forget the explosion, the time of death was a guess.

Keep digging into that corporation.

Usually those businesses have two or three principal owners.

Stop short of the intersection. I'll walk around the corner.

It's 7.43. Give me half an hour.

Don't even poke your nose on Corning until 8.15.

- And if you're still a no-show? - Call in and give it to the department.

That damned bookie. I finally hit the exact a and he pays me half.

You're lucky he paid you anything. Half an hour.

It's time enough.

Hello, Juan. I thought you were still in the marines.

Time flies, Lieutenant. I think you know the reverend, too.

Dave Thomas, right? You had that mission on Turk Street.

I still have.

Of course, I do a little moonlighting, driving a truck.

Well?

Well...

Let me introduce you around.

Annie Sekido, San Francisco State women's track team.

Charlie Blossom, pole vaulter, there.

Stacy Baker, sells sporting goods days, studies law nights. And Joe Peralez.

If you're all so clean, why the mumbo jumbo?

We were clean.

We...

we took the Century Furniture factory last night.

- Whatever the deal is, no deal. - But as God's our witness...

on my word as a minister, we didn't kill Bishop.

It's heroin, Mr Tibbs. Scag, smack. About four million dollars' worth wholesale,

- and this is just half of it. - More than you cops got in 50 years.

And do you know why? Because none of you bastards want to.

Hey, easy.

Take it easy. You're not exactly among friends, you know.

What's the drug take in San Francisco in a year? 50 million?

In the whole country? Billions. You think we're stupid.

You be careful.

Mr Tibbs, no one is accusing you personally.

But you and I both know organised crime can't operate without police in the act.

I'll tell you why we give a damn.

My old man's been on scag ever since I can remember. 50 bills a day.

So he stole. We all did. Ma, the kids, everybody.

My baby sister...

OD'd.

15 years old, brother.

She's dead.

When I got out of the marines, nobody welcomed home the boys from Vietnam.

So I said screw 'em, and I started pushing grass.

I was good. They made me a carrier.

I pushed hard stuff all over, so I was hardly home.

Then one night I found my kid brother.

And with Joe it was his girlfriend. Charlie Blossom, his brother.

What do you want? A swap? Heroin for immunity?

Mr Tibbs, we're out to destroy the Organization.

Don't tell us we can't. We know more about them bastards than you do.

And we got more guts.

What do you call yourselves? Vigilantes?

We don't call ourselves vigilantes.

We want to help you, and we need your help.

- Why do you think we blew the gates? - Tell me.

We wanted to attract your attention to Century Furniture.

We knew they wouldn't report the theft.

We thought maybe you'd discover it was a front and take it from there.

That's why we left the vault open. To tip you off that there'd been something in it.

- How did John Bishop get there? - We took him there to open the vault.

You kidnapped him. Then why worry about murder?

He wouldn't have talked. We left him alive, handcuffed to the chair.

Mr Tibbs,