and to what do i owe the thrill of a visit from a so cal homicide cop?
lovely place, los angeles.
big of you.
son, this is the third biggest county in the country, not even counting the 25,000 square mile indian reservation right next door, and i've got fewer men than just one of your little palm tree precincts to cover all of it. 'fraid the only help you're gonna get from me, short of another shoot out at the ok corral, is that cup of coffee in your hand. a middle-aged secretary enters with a stack of paper.
sent a car up there this morning. teacher complained some vagrant was sleeping in her schoolhouse.
damn it, get bobby on the phone, clarice. what the hell is this suppose to be?
small piece of advice, lt. dagget, that i give free of charge to all visiting big city policemen: it's wild country up there. always has been, always will be. you come across anything that snarls, you call me first, hear?
is he going to live?
i thought i told you to give me a call if anything snarled.
hmmm.
this fella, gabriel.
gabriel what?
pretty violent guy, gabriel. even for out here.
caught up with him at the village?
what were you doing way up here?
indian stuff.
did you kill this gabriel?
don't have any idea where the body is i suppose.
well, if he's alive he won't get far out there. us or the coyotes, it'll be the same. i rang your office in la. they don't have a warrant out for a gabriel. or anybody else in arizona.
sort of an out of pocket thing.
that woman lying at the bottom of the arroyo, the one still in her hospital gown, know anything about that?
really.
this gabriel was sure one busy dude.
you'll be going back to los angeles now?
don't hurry back.