Mission Impossible (1966) s07e06 Episode Script
Cocaine
Metalwork.
Rather impressive, don't you think? And this is the sculptor, Carl, Rene Santoro.
Senor Santoro.
A beautiful piece of work.
I'm pleased that a Santoro original is to be taken to the United States.
But, gentlemen, this base is wrong.
- It's clumsy.
It flaws the work.
- We don't agree.
Why don't you show Senor Santoro how useful the base will be? You are right.
That's only fair.
But what is it? Cocaine, my dear Santoro, cocaine.
Five hundred kilos.
The largest shipment ever to be smuggled into the United States.
I will have no part of this.
None.
Gentlemen, my work is not for sale at any price.
I will have it picked up within the hour.
The agreed-upon price, $20,000 a kilo? - Twenty thousand per kilo - Ten million dollars.
- And when can you deliver? - Seventy-two hours.
A deal.
Good morning.
I'm looking for a Victorian first edition.
Do you have a particular author in mind? Yes, a novelist, Richard Tremayne.
Yes, in the office, on the centre shelf.
Good morning, Mr.
Phelps.
Carl Reid is the most important distributor of cocaine in the United States.
Fernando Laroca is his chief supplier.
These men have set up ingenious indetectable pickup and payoff locations, and conventional law-enforcement agencies have been unable to stop the flow of this dangerous drug.
We have learned that within the next 72 hours, Laroca will deliver to Reid the largest shipment of cocaine ever to be smuggled into the United States.
Your mission, should you accept, is to locate and seize this shipment.
This tape will self-destruct in five seconds.
Good luck, Jim.
Joe Conrad, Reid's right-hand man.
Vain, ambitious.
He's clever.
As you can see, he fancies himself quite a swinger.
He's our mark.
Now, he recently became a member of the Fun House, an exclusive key club run by Frank Fallon.
That's where we got lucky, because Fallon is currently in retreat in Europe, recovering from a near-fatal airplane crash.
He's had several plastic-surgery operations on his face, so that no one here really knows what he looks like now.
He's agreed to make all his facilities available to us.
Barney? Frank Fallon made his millions from men's cosmetics.
However, when Reid and Conrad check his financial status, their picture will be entirely different.
Jim, you'll be assuming Frank Fallon's identity.
How can you be sure that Conrad will accept you as Fallon? Well, Casey's been working on the European distribution setup, Mimi.
Now, she got to Fallon, and he told her that he'd never met Conrad.
So all Conrad knows is that Fallon's face has been completely rebuilt.
Now, did we get the cocaine from the government we asked for? Purest of the pure.
It's been triple-refined.
How about the laboratory? Well, we'll be using a building once occupied by Fallon Cosmetics.
The lab is in the rear.
But, Jim, why don't we simply tell Conrad we have 500 kilos? - We have a source.
- No, he'd know better, Willy.
He and Reid know where every gram of cocaine in this country comes from.
Besides, we're giving him the chance to get rich, and that, he won't be able to resist.
And how about the newspaper, Barney? This will be in every evening edition.
And Detective Lieutenant Bruce Leonard? Well, the police know that Leonard is on Reid's payroll, but they've consented not to bust him until our mission is completed.
Leonard knows he's being transferred.
However, it's just a routine takeover, and he's being replaced by Detective Sergeant Baker, me.
You've checked in with the Fun House, Mimi? I'll be Candy Collins, Fun Girl.
She's from Detroit, Jim.
The police have her complete record.
We have less than 48 hours for Conrad to lead us to the cocaine.
And he doesn't know where it is.
That's right, Mimi.
He doesn't know where it is.
Million-dollar cocaine ring? "Detective Sergeant Arthur Baker, newly assigned to the Narcotics Squad, reported that the drugs, valued at more than a million dollars, were disguised as part of a shipment of expensive liquor.
" Now, whose drugs? Look, Mr.
Reid, all I know is this Baker replaces me, and I'm riding a beat out in Hicksville, and I'm off your payroll.
Yeah, how will you ever support those two cars and a boat on a detective first grade's salary? I've spent ten years building an organisation.
There's no cocaine in this town that isn't mine, yet suddenly, the cops discover a million dollars' worth.
- Where did it come from? - I wonder if it's a coincidence.
Shipment of expensive liquor.
You say that Baker told you the liquor was being delivered to the Fun House? That's right, the Fun House.
Frank Fallon's Fun House.
Easy.
Relax.
You all right? Couldn't be better.
Excuse me.
My boss, Frank Fallon.
- What's wrong with you? - Nothing, not a thing.
Why? You're high.
You're higher than a kite.
So I'm high.
So what? Candy, you'll straighten up or you'll be out of here in two seconds.
Relax, relax.
- I'm all right.
- I'm Joe Conrad.
You're new here.
Candy Collins.
Glad you noticed.
Candy.
Something wrong, Mr.
Conrad? Everything is fine.
My name is Joe.
I know a great after-hours spot.
I bet you do.
Your apartment.
Well, I wasn't thinking of that, but it'll do.
Any girl fraternising with the customers loses her job.
You know the rules.
Rules are meant to be broken.
Not Frank Fallon's rules.
The way you and Fallon were going at it a while ago, I should think those rules don't mean very much.
They do.
Candy.
I'm off at 1.
The after-hours place or my apartment? My apartment.
I love champagne.
Tickles the inside of my mouth.
You know what I'd like? Let me guess.
Some of what made you feel so good at the club.
That what you want? - A high? - If you'll join me.
Why not? Police, Ms.
Collins.
Open up.
Police? Open it, Ms.
Collins, or we'll bust it down.
Back door? The porch leads to the balcony next door.
- Hold it.
- You can't come in here like this.
What do you mean? I said, what do you mean? Find the stuff.
Tear the place apart if you have to.
Listen, you can't do this.
- Stop it.
- I have a permit.
No.
Stop it.
Stop.
So you do.
"Joseph Henry Conrad, salesman.
" Why do you need a gun, Joseph Henry? - For protection, what else? - Stop.
Protection against the police maybe? Is that why you were trying to split? - What do you sell, salesman? - Stop.
Listen, you can't just Hardware.
Make them stop.
Please, no, please.
Stop it.
Please, please, make them stop.
Sure, Ms.
Collins.
- Just tell me where it is.
- Where what is? What are you doing with her? He's an old friend.
I knew him from Detroit.
That right? You know her from Detroit, huh? Don't tell them anything, Joe, nothing.
Shut up.
Well? I met her at the club tonight.
Well, Joseph Henry, I would suggest that you stay away from ladies like this.
I don't think we've got anything here, sarge.
- All right, Ms.
Collins, get your coat.
- My coat? Unless you wanna go downtown like that.
- You're arresting me? - Yes, ma'am.
You're under arrest for suspicion of use and possession of narcotics.
Now let's go.
Stay out of trouble, hardware salesman.
Coke, the purest I've ever seen.
This all you found in the girl's apartment? That's it, Carl, just one bag.
All right, Stanley.
Thanks.
- You think it's Fallon, huh? - Has to be.
He's a multimillionaire.
Why would he push drugs? Maybe he's not such a millionaire.
Get me Mrs.
Alice Chambers at Associated Credit Data.
Hello? Yes, Carl, I think that could be arranged.
The confidential report on Fallon Enterprises.
You'll have it within the hour.
I suppose they're right there.
Like glue, Mr.
Reid, they're staying right with us.
They'll be pretty disappointed to find out we're only taking a ride to the health club.
Oh, this is Harry Barret.
He's just in from Miami.
He'll do the pickup for us.
Tell him the setup, Joe.
Four o'clock tomorrow, you're to be at the Coast National Building lobby at the first phone.
Mr.
Reid will call you.
He'll give you seven numbers.
It's a telephone number, only in reverse.
You call it, they'll tell you what to do and where to go.
Well, why not tell me now and save all that trouble? Because Mr.
Reid doesn't know the number himself yet.
- He won't know until 4:00 tomorrow.
- The girl's from Detroit, all right.
Four arrests, one conviction.
Narcotics.
They're still holding her.
Baker knew what he was looking for.
He knew exactly.
Have a little talk with him.
Baker isn't a fat slob on the take like Leonard.
Laroca's merchandise gets here tomorrow afternoon.
I'm committed for $20 million.
I can't afford an extra gram on the street that isn't mine.
Have that talk with Baker.
You're late.
What are you drinking? You said you wanted to talk to me, Conrad.
I'm listening.
The other night, in the girl's place, you impressed me.
You know the score.
A man like you could do himself a lot of good.
I do all right.
You could do better.
How much better? That's what we're gonna talk about.
Now, you listen to me, Conrad.
You tell Fallon he missed his chance.
You tell him that Baker can't be bought anymore.
You tell him that Baker knocked over his number-one pusher, and Baker just might decide to knock him over.
And you also tell him this: You tell him that the next time he sends an operator like you after me, that operator just might go home with his head in his hands.
Now, you tell him that.
This is a confidential credit report on Frank Fallon.
Fallon Enterprises losses for the first quarter were nearly $16 million.
He's had to close up half his cosmetic and perfume plants.
Two months ago, he needed cash desperately.
Nobody would give him a dime.
Now all of a sudden, large amounts of capital are flowing back into Fallon Enterprises.
Now, where is that money coming from, Joe? - Cocaine.
- Where's he getting it, Joe? Who's supplying him? Welcome home.
They said you bailed me out.
Why? What do you want? Some of what we were about to have when we were interrupted.
- Okay, where is it? - In a safe place.
I want it now.
You're no better than that lousy cop.
- I'm smarter.
I found it.
- A hardware salesman.
Fallon supplies it, you push it.
Who supplies Fallon? - I don't know.
I don't know.
- You know.
You know.
Come here, you.
Tell me! I can fix that pretty face of yours so that every time you look in the mirror, you'll scream.
Ask Fallon.
For God's sakes, ask Fallon.
That's the smartest thing you've said, Candy.
Come on.
Yes, all right.
As long as you've checked them over, why don't you just sign them on my behalf? Okay.
Yeah, bye-bye.
Fallon.
Let's go to your office.
I've come to talk business, Fallon.
I'm not talking any business this week, Mr Conrad.
You're getting cocaine somewhere.
Good cocaine, top quality.
But you're selling it like an amateur.
You throw in with me, I can take the sales problem out of your hands.
You can take the sales problem out of my hands? Who are you? I'm the only one with a distribution setup that matters.
It's good business for both of us.
Well, you really did it this time, Candy.
No, I didn't tell him, Frank.
He found it himself.
She's telling the truth, Fallon.
- Oh, honey, don't be angry with me.
- I'm not that angry with you, Candy.
I just want you to go away, far away, where I never have to look at you again.
I don't need any partners, Mr.
Conrad, so take your lady friend and get out.
- You can't mean this, Frank.
- Far away, as far as you can go.
Goodbye, my sweet.
- No.
- Get her out of here.
You can't dump me like this, Frank Fallon.
I know too much about you.
Get her out before I have both of you thrown out.
You're not leaving me, Frank.
Never! Candy.
Candy.
Give me the gun.
You saw it, it was an accident.
It was an accident.
Now we'll have that little talk.
Caldwell, this is Mr.
Conrad.
Caldwell is a former professor of chemistry.
He's discovered a way to manufacture cocaine.
All right.
Go ahead, tell him.
Synthetic, but more pure than anything you can find on the market.
You manufacture it? You make it? I know it's hard to believe.
Caldwell designed this whole thing himself.
It's not only more pure, but under a microscope, you can't tell the difference.
I don't believe it.
- Hello? - Stanley, Conrad.
I'm out on Edgewater Drive, at the old Fallon cosmetic plant.
Bring your microscope and testing equipment over here right away.
That's it.
And, Stanley, nobody knows about this, you understand? Nobody.
Okay.
Mr.
Reid? This is Stanley.
Joe Conrad just called.
Yeah.
And he wants me to bring my equipment over to that cosmetic laboratory.
Nobody else to know? All right, then, nobody else will know.
Just you, Stanley.
And then me.
Fascinating.
Thank you.
The basic structure of the coca leaf, known botanically as Erythroxylon, is C17H21 O4N: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen.
Cocaine has been synthetically reproduced before, but it's much more expensive than the real thing.
As you know, the problem has been to find a catalyst.
- Well, I found one.
- What? Please.
Beautiful, just beautiful.
Well, well.
I follow a professor, and look what I find.
- All right, let's go.
- Baker - Shut up, Conrad, and move.
- All right, Baker, you win.
- I know that.
- I'll give you what you want, $50,000.
Somehow I think I just can't trust you now, Fallon.
A hundred thousand.
- Save your breath for court.
- Baker, you fool.
Don't you know what this is? They're making cocaine.
They're actually manufacturing it.
It's true.
Ask Stanley.
It is true, sergeant.
They're producing a perfect synthetic cocaine.
Fifty thousand, 100,000, that's crumbs.
How would you like to make the big hit, the giant score? A one-shot deal, no risk, clean.
You'll live like a king for the rest of your life.
How much? You, professor, how much of this stuff can you turn out? Theoretically, all I want.
Tons, I suppose.
Tons, Baker.
How long to turn out 500 kilos? Five hundred kilos? Half a day, maybe a little longer.
Five hundred kilos.
We sell it $10,000 a kilo.
That's 500 times 10,000: $5 million.
We're talking about millions, Baker.
We're talking about millions.
Come on, Conrad, how can you sell that much at one time? Three of the biggest distributors in the country, they're coming to town tomorrow night.
They're coming to make a buy from Reid.
All right, that's Reid, huh? What's to say they'll buy it from you? At $10,000 a kilo? Nobody's gonna turn down that price.
Millions.
Millions.
Think of what it could buy.
Stanley, go home.
Forget what you saw.
I didn't see anything.
Hold it.
Stanley.
I just wanna be sure you don't get lost.
Oh, thank you.
- Do you think he'll go along with it? - Sure.
He can smell the profits.
Why take chances? How soon can you have the stuff? Do it.
I can have it ready by 3:00 tomorrow morning.
All right.
You have your people meet us here at 5.
No, no, no, I don't want them here.
My club.
There's nobody there at 5 in the morning.
Okay.
Meet us at Fallon's club at 5.
Make sure they know it's c.
o.
d.
Let's go have some dinner.
Stanley's buying.
- This it? - This is it.
The money.
Okay.
All right, hold it right there.
Put it down.
Hold it, sergeant.
Back.
Good idea bringing the money here.
Saves us a lot of trouble.
You know, we owe you a great debt of gratitude.
Joe, you've got some nice friends.
You'll never get away with this.
- Car's ready, Frank.
- Fine, Candy.
Mr.
Conrad, nice seeing you again.
See you later, partner.
Open it.
Five million dollars.
You didn't lose a thing, Sam.
You bought $20 million worth of cocaine for 5.
Sugar.
Yep, it's sugar.
Sam, I swear.
Sam.
Sam.
I swear.
Watch closely, Joe.
You're next.
Samuels, you pull that trigger, you just blew $5 million.
- Now, we can get that coke for you.
- How? I said, we can get it.
- You'll have it by 9:00 tonight.
- They're stalling.
Give me that gun.
Don't be stupid.
What have you got to lose? He's right.
We've got nothing to lose.
Nine tonight.
That's it.
You lousy cop.
You let them just waltz in and rip us off.
Those are the breaks, baby.
Anyway, I bought you some time.
You'd better start using it.
You think you can just run off? No chance.
I'm not running anywhere, man.
I'm a cop, remember? You won't know how or when, but I'll even the score.
I promise you, Baker, you're dead.
Sure I am.
Here.
Have some sweetening for your morning coffee.
If you're alive in the morning.
Better get on it.
Right.
- Everything set with Laroca? - Yes, he's in town.
He'll be here at 4.
Oh, Joe.
You haven't seen Stanley, have you? The chemist? No, I haven't.
Steve.
Yes, sir? Don't let Conrad out of your sight.
- I wanna know every move he makes.
- Yes, Mr.
Reid.
Carl.
- All ready on my end, Fernando.
- And mine.
The money is in Locker 295 at the Bricket Hills Golf Course.
It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Carl.
Good luck to you.
Where's the location? You know I can't tell you.
Where? I count three.
You wanna live, you talk.
One, two All right.
The Ames Art Gallery.
And the cocaine is inside the statue.
Thanks, Barret.
- What happened? - Coke.
- Yeah.
- At Ames Art Gallery.
- Conrad.
- Yeah, I saw it.
Conrad.
Jim, he's headed in your direction.
I see him.
We're right with him, Barney.
Yes.
Conrad shot him? Yes, and the pickup's at Ames Art Gallery.
Okay, I'll handle it.
Fred, get right over to the Bricket Hills Golf Course.
Laroca's picking up his money.
Stop him.
Jim, it's the Ames Art Gallery.
Ames Art Gallery.
Got it, Mimi.
Tell Captain Hamill he'll find Laroca at the Bricket Hills Golf Course.
Hello, may I help you? Yes, I think you might.
How much is this? Oh, this is a magnificent work of art.
It's Yes, yes, I know.
How much is it? - Fifteen hundred dollars.
- I'll take it.
Fine.
I'll write you a receipt.
It's too heavy for one man.
Let us help you.
All there.
You made a bad mistake, Joe.
Rather impressive, don't you think? And this is the sculptor, Carl, Rene Santoro.
Senor Santoro.
A beautiful piece of work.
I'm pleased that a Santoro original is to be taken to the United States.
But, gentlemen, this base is wrong.
- It's clumsy.
It flaws the work.
- We don't agree.
Why don't you show Senor Santoro how useful the base will be? You are right.
That's only fair.
But what is it? Cocaine, my dear Santoro, cocaine.
Five hundred kilos.
The largest shipment ever to be smuggled into the United States.
I will have no part of this.
None.
Gentlemen, my work is not for sale at any price.
I will have it picked up within the hour.
The agreed-upon price, $20,000 a kilo? - Twenty thousand per kilo - Ten million dollars.
- And when can you deliver? - Seventy-two hours.
A deal.
Good morning.
I'm looking for a Victorian first edition.
Do you have a particular author in mind? Yes, a novelist, Richard Tremayne.
Yes, in the office, on the centre shelf.
Good morning, Mr.
Phelps.
Carl Reid is the most important distributor of cocaine in the United States.
Fernando Laroca is his chief supplier.
These men have set up ingenious indetectable pickup and payoff locations, and conventional law-enforcement agencies have been unable to stop the flow of this dangerous drug.
We have learned that within the next 72 hours, Laroca will deliver to Reid the largest shipment of cocaine ever to be smuggled into the United States.
Your mission, should you accept, is to locate and seize this shipment.
This tape will self-destruct in five seconds.
Good luck, Jim.
Joe Conrad, Reid's right-hand man.
Vain, ambitious.
He's clever.
As you can see, he fancies himself quite a swinger.
He's our mark.
Now, he recently became a member of the Fun House, an exclusive key club run by Frank Fallon.
That's where we got lucky, because Fallon is currently in retreat in Europe, recovering from a near-fatal airplane crash.
He's had several plastic-surgery operations on his face, so that no one here really knows what he looks like now.
He's agreed to make all his facilities available to us.
Barney? Frank Fallon made his millions from men's cosmetics.
However, when Reid and Conrad check his financial status, their picture will be entirely different.
Jim, you'll be assuming Frank Fallon's identity.
How can you be sure that Conrad will accept you as Fallon? Well, Casey's been working on the European distribution setup, Mimi.
Now, she got to Fallon, and he told her that he'd never met Conrad.
So all Conrad knows is that Fallon's face has been completely rebuilt.
Now, did we get the cocaine from the government we asked for? Purest of the pure.
It's been triple-refined.
How about the laboratory? Well, we'll be using a building once occupied by Fallon Cosmetics.
The lab is in the rear.
But, Jim, why don't we simply tell Conrad we have 500 kilos? - We have a source.
- No, he'd know better, Willy.
He and Reid know where every gram of cocaine in this country comes from.
Besides, we're giving him the chance to get rich, and that, he won't be able to resist.
And how about the newspaper, Barney? This will be in every evening edition.
And Detective Lieutenant Bruce Leonard? Well, the police know that Leonard is on Reid's payroll, but they've consented not to bust him until our mission is completed.
Leonard knows he's being transferred.
However, it's just a routine takeover, and he's being replaced by Detective Sergeant Baker, me.
You've checked in with the Fun House, Mimi? I'll be Candy Collins, Fun Girl.
She's from Detroit, Jim.
The police have her complete record.
We have less than 48 hours for Conrad to lead us to the cocaine.
And he doesn't know where it is.
That's right, Mimi.
He doesn't know where it is.
Million-dollar cocaine ring? "Detective Sergeant Arthur Baker, newly assigned to the Narcotics Squad, reported that the drugs, valued at more than a million dollars, were disguised as part of a shipment of expensive liquor.
" Now, whose drugs? Look, Mr.
Reid, all I know is this Baker replaces me, and I'm riding a beat out in Hicksville, and I'm off your payroll.
Yeah, how will you ever support those two cars and a boat on a detective first grade's salary? I've spent ten years building an organisation.
There's no cocaine in this town that isn't mine, yet suddenly, the cops discover a million dollars' worth.
- Where did it come from? - I wonder if it's a coincidence.
Shipment of expensive liquor.
You say that Baker told you the liquor was being delivered to the Fun House? That's right, the Fun House.
Frank Fallon's Fun House.
Easy.
Relax.
You all right? Couldn't be better.
Excuse me.
My boss, Frank Fallon.
- What's wrong with you? - Nothing, not a thing.
Why? You're high.
You're higher than a kite.
So I'm high.
So what? Candy, you'll straighten up or you'll be out of here in two seconds.
Relax, relax.
- I'm all right.
- I'm Joe Conrad.
You're new here.
Candy Collins.
Glad you noticed.
Candy.
Something wrong, Mr.
Conrad? Everything is fine.
My name is Joe.
I know a great after-hours spot.
I bet you do.
Your apartment.
Well, I wasn't thinking of that, but it'll do.
Any girl fraternising with the customers loses her job.
You know the rules.
Rules are meant to be broken.
Not Frank Fallon's rules.
The way you and Fallon were going at it a while ago, I should think those rules don't mean very much.
They do.
Candy.
I'm off at 1.
The after-hours place or my apartment? My apartment.
I love champagne.
Tickles the inside of my mouth.
You know what I'd like? Let me guess.
Some of what made you feel so good at the club.
That what you want? - A high? - If you'll join me.
Why not? Police, Ms.
Collins.
Open up.
Police? Open it, Ms.
Collins, or we'll bust it down.
Back door? The porch leads to the balcony next door.
- Hold it.
- You can't come in here like this.
What do you mean? I said, what do you mean? Find the stuff.
Tear the place apart if you have to.
Listen, you can't do this.
- Stop it.
- I have a permit.
No.
Stop it.
Stop.
So you do.
"Joseph Henry Conrad, salesman.
" Why do you need a gun, Joseph Henry? - For protection, what else? - Stop.
Protection against the police maybe? Is that why you were trying to split? - What do you sell, salesman? - Stop.
Listen, you can't just Hardware.
Make them stop.
Please, no, please.
Stop it.
Please, please, make them stop.
Sure, Ms.
Collins.
- Just tell me where it is.
- Where what is? What are you doing with her? He's an old friend.
I knew him from Detroit.
That right? You know her from Detroit, huh? Don't tell them anything, Joe, nothing.
Shut up.
Well? I met her at the club tonight.
Well, Joseph Henry, I would suggest that you stay away from ladies like this.
I don't think we've got anything here, sarge.
- All right, Ms.
Collins, get your coat.
- My coat? Unless you wanna go downtown like that.
- You're arresting me? - Yes, ma'am.
You're under arrest for suspicion of use and possession of narcotics.
Now let's go.
Stay out of trouble, hardware salesman.
Coke, the purest I've ever seen.
This all you found in the girl's apartment? That's it, Carl, just one bag.
All right, Stanley.
Thanks.
- You think it's Fallon, huh? - Has to be.
He's a multimillionaire.
Why would he push drugs? Maybe he's not such a millionaire.
Get me Mrs.
Alice Chambers at Associated Credit Data.
Hello? Yes, Carl, I think that could be arranged.
The confidential report on Fallon Enterprises.
You'll have it within the hour.
I suppose they're right there.
Like glue, Mr.
Reid, they're staying right with us.
They'll be pretty disappointed to find out we're only taking a ride to the health club.
Oh, this is Harry Barret.
He's just in from Miami.
He'll do the pickup for us.
Tell him the setup, Joe.
Four o'clock tomorrow, you're to be at the Coast National Building lobby at the first phone.
Mr.
Reid will call you.
He'll give you seven numbers.
It's a telephone number, only in reverse.
You call it, they'll tell you what to do and where to go.
Well, why not tell me now and save all that trouble? Because Mr.
Reid doesn't know the number himself yet.
- He won't know until 4:00 tomorrow.
- The girl's from Detroit, all right.
Four arrests, one conviction.
Narcotics.
They're still holding her.
Baker knew what he was looking for.
He knew exactly.
Have a little talk with him.
Baker isn't a fat slob on the take like Leonard.
Laroca's merchandise gets here tomorrow afternoon.
I'm committed for $20 million.
I can't afford an extra gram on the street that isn't mine.
Have that talk with Baker.
You're late.
What are you drinking? You said you wanted to talk to me, Conrad.
I'm listening.
The other night, in the girl's place, you impressed me.
You know the score.
A man like you could do himself a lot of good.
I do all right.
You could do better.
How much better? That's what we're gonna talk about.
Now, you listen to me, Conrad.
You tell Fallon he missed his chance.
You tell him that Baker can't be bought anymore.
You tell him that Baker knocked over his number-one pusher, and Baker just might decide to knock him over.
And you also tell him this: You tell him that the next time he sends an operator like you after me, that operator just might go home with his head in his hands.
Now, you tell him that.
This is a confidential credit report on Frank Fallon.
Fallon Enterprises losses for the first quarter were nearly $16 million.
He's had to close up half his cosmetic and perfume plants.
Two months ago, he needed cash desperately.
Nobody would give him a dime.
Now all of a sudden, large amounts of capital are flowing back into Fallon Enterprises.
Now, where is that money coming from, Joe? - Cocaine.
- Where's he getting it, Joe? Who's supplying him? Welcome home.
They said you bailed me out.
Why? What do you want? Some of what we were about to have when we were interrupted.
- Okay, where is it? - In a safe place.
I want it now.
You're no better than that lousy cop.
- I'm smarter.
I found it.
- A hardware salesman.
Fallon supplies it, you push it.
Who supplies Fallon? - I don't know.
I don't know.
- You know.
You know.
Come here, you.
Tell me! I can fix that pretty face of yours so that every time you look in the mirror, you'll scream.
Ask Fallon.
For God's sakes, ask Fallon.
That's the smartest thing you've said, Candy.
Come on.
Yes, all right.
As long as you've checked them over, why don't you just sign them on my behalf? Okay.
Yeah, bye-bye.
Fallon.
Let's go to your office.
I've come to talk business, Fallon.
I'm not talking any business this week, Mr Conrad.
You're getting cocaine somewhere.
Good cocaine, top quality.
But you're selling it like an amateur.
You throw in with me, I can take the sales problem out of your hands.
You can take the sales problem out of my hands? Who are you? I'm the only one with a distribution setup that matters.
It's good business for both of us.
Well, you really did it this time, Candy.
No, I didn't tell him, Frank.
He found it himself.
She's telling the truth, Fallon.
- Oh, honey, don't be angry with me.
- I'm not that angry with you, Candy.
I just want you to go away, far away, where I never have to look at you again.
I don't need any partners, Mr.
Conrad, so take your lady friend and get out.
- You can't mean this, Frank.
- Far away, as far as you can go.
Goodbye, my sweet.
- No.
- Get her out of here.
You can't dump me like this, Frank Fallon.
I know too much about you.
Get her out before I have both of you thrown out.
You're not leaving me, Frank.
Never! Candy.
Candy.
Give me the gun.
You saw it, it was an accident.
It was an accident.
Now we'll have that little talk.
Caldwell, this is Mr.
Conrad.
Caldwell is a former professor of chemistry.
He's discovered a way to manufacture cocaine.
All right.
Go ahead, tell him.
Synthetic, but more pure than anything you can find on the market.
You manufacture it? You make it? I know it's hard to believe.
Caldwell designed this whole thing himself.
It's not only more pure, but under a microscope, you can't tell the difference.
I don't believe it.
- Hello? - Stanley, Conrad.
I'm out on Edgewater Drive, at the old Fallon cosmetic plant.
Bring your microscope and testing equipment over here right away.
That's it.
And, Stanley, nobody knows about this, you understand? Nobody.
Okay.
Mr.
Reid? This is Stanley.
Joe Conrad just called.
Yeah.
And he wants me to bring my equipment over to that cosmetic laboratory.
Nobody else to know? All right, then, nobody else will know.
Just you, Stanley.
And then me.
Fascinating.
Thank you.
The basic structure of the coca leaf, known botanically as Erythroxylon, is C17H21 O4N: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen.
Cocaine has been synthetically reproduced before, but it's much more expensive than the real thing.
As you know, the problem has been to find a catalyst.
- Well, I found one.
- What? Please.
Beautiful, just beautiful.
Well, well.
I follow a professor, and look what I find.
- All right, let's go.
- Baker - Shut up, Conrad, and move.
- All right, Baker, you win.
- I know that.
- I'll give you what you want, $50,000.
Somehow I think I just can't trust you now, Fallon.
A hundred thousand.
- Save your breath for court.
- Baker, you fool.
Don't you know what this is? They're making cocaine.
They're actually manufacturing it.
It's true.
Ask Stanley.
It is true, sergeant.
They're producing a perfect synthetic cocaine.
Fifty thousand, 100,000, that's crumbs.
How would you like to make the big hit, the giant score? A one-shot deal, no risk, clean.
You'll live like a king for the rest of your life.
How much? You, professor, how much of this stuff can you turn out? Theoretically, all I want.
Tons, I suppose.
Tons, Baker.
How long to turn out 500 kilos? Five hundred kilos? Half a day, maybe a little longer.
Five hundred kilos.
We sell it $10,000 a kilo.
That's 500 times 10,000: $5 million.
We're talking about millions, Baker.
We're talking about millions.
Come on, Conrad, how can you sell that much at one time? Three of the biggest distributors in the country, they're coming to town tomorrow night.
They're coming to make a buy from Reid.
All right, that's Reid, huh? What's to say they'll buy it from you? At $10,000 a kilo? Nobody's gonna turn down that price.
Millions.
Millions.
Think of what it could buy.
Stanley, go home.
Forget what you saw.
I didn't see anything.
Hold it.
Stanley.
I just wanna be sure you don't get lost.
Oh, thank you.
- Do you think he'll go along with it? - Sure.
He can smell the profits.
Why take chances? How soon can you have the stuff? Do it.
I can have it ready by 3:00 tomorrow morning.
All right.
You have your people meet us here at 5.
No, no, no, I don't want them here.
My club.
There's nobody there at 5 in the morning.
Okay.
Meet us at Fallon's club at 5.
Make sure they know it's c.
o.
d.
Let's go have some dinner.
Stanley's buying.
- This it? - This is it.
The money.
Okay.
All right, hold it right there.
Put it down.
Hold it, sergeant.
Back.
Good idea bringing the money here.
Saves us a lot of trouble.
You know, we owe you a great debt of gratitude.
Joe, you've got some nice friends.
You'll never get away with this.
- Car's ready, Frank.
- Fine, Candy.
Mr.
Conrad, nice seeing you again.
See you later, partner.
Open it.
Five million dollars.
You didn't lose a thing, Sam.
You bought $20 million worth of cocaine for 5.
Sugar.
Yep, it's sugar.
Sam, I swear.
Sam.
Sam.
I swear.
Watch closely, Joe.
You're next.
Samuels, you pull that trigger, you just blew $5 million.
- Now, we can get that coke for you.
- How? I said, we can get it.
- You'll have it by 9:00 tonight.
- They're stalling.
Give me that gun.
Don't be stupid.
What have you got to lose? He's right.
We've got nothing to lose.
Nine tonight.
That's it.
You lousy cop.
You let them just waltz in and rip us off.
Those are the breaks, baby.
Anyway, I bought you some time.
You'd better start using it.
You think you can just run off? No chance.
I'm not running anywhere, man.
I'm a cop, remember? You won't know how or when, but I'll even the score.
I promise you, Baker, you're dead.
Sure I am.
Here.
Have some sweetening for your morning coffee.
If you're alive in the morning.
Better get on it.
Right.
- Everything set with Laroca? - Yes, he's in town.
He'll be here at 4.
Oh, Joe.
You haven't seen Stanley, have you? The chemist? No, I haven't.
Steve.
Yes, sir? Don't let Conrad out of your sight.
- I wanna know every move he makes.
- Yes, Mr.
Reid.
Carl.
- All ready on my end, Fernando.
- And mine.
The money is in Locker 295 at the Bricket Hills Golf Course.
It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Carl.
Good luck to you.
Where's the location? You know I can't tell you.
Where? I count three.
You wanna live, you talk.
One, two All right.
The Ames Art Gallery.
And the cocaine is inside the statue.
Thanks, Barret.
- What happened? - Coke.
- Yeah.
- At Ames Art Gallery.
- Conrad.
- Yeah, I saw it.
Conrad.
Jim, he's headed in your direction.
I see him.
We're right with him, Barney.
Yes.
Conrad shot him? Yes, and the pickup's at Ames Art Gallery.
Okay, I'll handle it.
Fred, get right over to the Bricket Hills Golf Course.
Laroca's picking up his money.
Stop him.
Jim, it's the Ames Art Gallery.
Ames Art Gallery.
Got it, Mimi.
Tell Captain Hamill he'll find Laroca at the Bricket Hills Golf Course.
Hello, may I help you? Yes, I think you might.
How much is this? Oh, this is a magnificent work of art.
It's Yes, yes, I know.
How much is it? - Fifteen hundred dollars.
- I'll take it.
Fine.
I'll write you a receipt.
It's too heavy for one man.
Let us help you.
All there.
You made a bad mistake, Joe.