Sharks!
Loan
sharks accidentally kill a welcher, and a hardnosed Homicide lieutenant has the
wrong man.
Springtime in New York
The script also is quintessentially McCloud
in some respects, starting several hares in a dramatic way and transcending
them all in a dynamic conclusion.
McCloud is in Spanish Harlem on pawn
shop detail. There is a young Puerto Rican tough on the verge of a life of
crime... There is a Navajo girl and her wealthy admirer from, say, the
Hamptons, who has dumped her and left her broke. There is Lt. Easton of
Homicide, whose partner was killed in the line of duty, and who is set to
retire in a month. There is Vincent, a new low-level mob executive, violent and
careless.
McCloud goes undercover as an auto
parts dealer short of cash (his company is called Southwestern Consolidated
Industries). At the close, he’s taken captive in a twin-engine aircraft out of
La Guardia, and Chief Clifford commandeers another in pursuit. The aerial chase
is sharply filmed (almost echoing Ulu Grosbard’s Who Is Harry Kellerman and Why Is He Saying Those Terrible Things About
Me?), with the same sun on the water and a virtuosic exterior lasting two
or three seconds, filmed from the second plane, of McCloud subduing his captors
seen through the windows.
Dick Haymes as mob middle management
is brought on to demonstrate Vincent’s ineptness in a brief scene.
Swackhamer’s skill is everywhere
evident. When Chief Clifford has to talk McCloud through a landing, Swackhamer
shows you the field from the roof of a rescue vehicle heading toward the
runway, then drops the camera down into the cab to look through the windshield
past the uniformed driver and his silver-suited passenger.
Pat Hingle Lieutenant Easton |
Story by Stephen Lord Directed by E.W. Swackhamer |
40504, 2.23.75
McCLOUD: That’s kind of like a Gila monster.
ARDEN: What’s a
reptile got to do with it?
McCLOUD: Well, everybody
knows it’s got to eat, but nobody can find a bug who’s a witness.
McCLOUD: Y’know, it’s against the law to
carry a knife.
MORENO: What’s
that to you?
McCLOUD: I’m a
police officer.
MORENO: Yeah,
right. And I’m Pancho Villa.
CHIEF CLIFFORD: (To McCloud.) Now, I
assigned you to the pawn shop detail, and anything that doesn’t have three
balls over the front door is off limits to you.
McCLOUD: Y’know, it must be a wonderful
education to be partnered with a man like that.
SGT.
BROADHURST: Well, he knows his business.
McCLOUD: So does a
cobra, but you don’t want to get in his way when he’s conducting it.
(Lt. Easton accosts McCloud, who is undercover and knocks
him unconscious.)
McCLOUD: Remember the Alamo.
SGT.
BROADHURST: Remember the Clifford!
STACEY
DECKER: What’s a Clifford?
McCLOUD: You’re
too young.
McCLOUD: ‘Preciate y’ confidence, Chief.
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: McCloud!
McCLOUD: Yeah.
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: Stay away from Easton.
McCLOUD: There ya
go.
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McCLOUD: You mean he cracked, huh?
LT.
EASTON: He confessed.
McCLOUD: So ya
won.
LT.
EASTON: The state won.
MECHANIC: Hey! Hey!! Are you checked out in this bird?
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: You better believe it!
LT. EASTON: You don’t have to worry, I flew for
the Army in the big one.
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: I’m not worried, I flew for the Navy in the real one.
(McCloud is in the pilot’s seat.)
STACEY: Have you ever flown a plane before?
McCLOUD: Ahhhhh... (He jerks his thumb over his shoulder.) only in
the back.