The
New Mexican Connection
McCloud
In this large-scale
analysis of Coogan’s Bluff, the action is divided between New York
and New Mexico, the connection between the two is a wanted man last seen by
McCloud in Taos and just arrested by him after a shootout outside a Manhattan
delicatessen.
The crime was
bank robbery using explosives, which killed three people. A peace demonstration
innocently served as the cover with shouting and bonfires. Back in Taos with
his prisoner, McCloud gets a call from a man in Chris Coughlin’s
apartment saying she’s been kidnapped, free the prisoner or else.
McCloud
immediately flies to New York, a tail is put closely on the nominally freed
suspect. The police search every inch of the apartment for clues, someone turns
the doorknob, all draw pistols, in walks Chris, accompanied by the pop singer
Jimmy Roy Taylor and his manager, Winn Hollis, who has commissioned her to
write a book about his client. They’ve been in Connecticut all weekend.
At first, Chief
Clifford is more than inclined to drop the whole matter, but McCloud takes the
inference that the threat may be realized at any moment, and the Chief concurs.
Meanwhile, a TV
journalist is raking the department over the coals because of shootings by
Clifford’s own stakeout squad designed to protect small businesses. These
men are Detectives Grover and Simms, and Marshal McCloud. A remarkable training
film (POV handheld camera) tests the officers’ discernment of the right
time to fire at a menacing suspect, but the adverse publicity is affecting
Grover and Simms. McCloud, on the other hand, comes in for a particular
tonguelashing when the would-be kidnapper takes some potshots at him in the
park at night and the Marshal returns fire, only to perforate some trash cans
(“were they acting in a threatening manner?”).
In Albuquerque,
the bank robber and his partner meet at the Lost Dutchman Motel (the former
hitches a ride in a gaudily-painted VW van), or rather
the partner arrives first and leaves a bomb in a briefcase. The New Mexican
connection is blown to smithereens.
It gradually
dawns on McCloud that it’s not a case of blackmail and payoff between
partners, but of a professional killing arranged by the actual partner in the
bank robbery, to silence a witness.
The recording
studio where Jimmy Roy Taylor is wrapping up a session provides a pivotal clue.
Chris Coughlin is there, McCloud arrives to ride shotgun. He marvels at the
sound editor deftly splicing tape, remembers hearing Chris’s voice on the
phone (“I’m all right”) that first night in Taos when the hit
man called. One of her taped interviews must have been the source.
Sure enough, it
was Winn Hollis. The poor devil never made a dime until Taylor came along, and
then the kid tells him about “a cheap robbery” he had committed.
Such golden eggs, such a cooked goose.
Hollis and Chris
and McCloud are riding through Manhattan at night in a stagecoach (an
alternative to the hackney) when this all comes out, Hollis and McCloud
scramble over a gun, their fisticuffs carry them to the roof of the stagecoach
dragged headlong by the startled horses past theaters, shops, restaurants, etc.
Murray
Hamilton’s TV scribe is a minutely accurate study in manner (if not in
matter) from models of the national news. Rick Nelson (as Jimmy Roy) sings
“I’m Talkin’ ‘Bout You” and “Garden
Party”.
Chief Clifford
explicitly states the theme of Coogan’s Bluff, “if McCloud would only learn to work through channels!”