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- That's putting it mildly.

- Who?

- Griff Marat.

He was my parole officer for two years.

Tough boy, but smart.

Say he's going to run

for the state legislature.

- What?

- Yeah.

They're talking about running him

for assemblyman in the 84th District.

They can run him for president

as far as I'm concerned.

Look, what are the possibilities

of a transfer for Jenny?

Tough.

Nothing is too difficult for you, Monte,

unless the price isn't right.

Well, sit down.

If the Parole Board in San Francisco

lands her a job and a room,

Los Angeles gives her the green light.

- Sounds simple.

- It isn't.

First, I've got to plant a family up there.

They ask for her to be transferred.

5,000 for the whole show.

Okay. When?

As of now,

you have cousins in San Francisco.

First cousins called Harris.

- Yeah?

- Will you come in for a minute, Griff?

Be right in.

Griff, how's Jenny Marsh coming along?

- Jenny Marsh? Okay.

- What's she doing?

She's going after a job on her own,

bookkeeping job.

Phoned me about it a few hours ago.

That girl's going places.

She sure is. Right back to prison. Today.

What do you mean? What happened?

She was picked up in a bookie raid.

A bookkeeping job.

Joe Wilson was picked up, too.

- Joe Wilson?

- Another one of your pupils.

- Where are they now?

- Next door.

- Mr. Marat, don't let them send me back.

- You're out of luck, Joe.

It'll mean 20 years. I can't take it.

Give me another chance, please.

I promise this time...

You got parole twice,

and this is your third violation.

And I'm through covering up for you.

Take him to headquarters.

Twenty years. Twenty years. I ain't going!

Joe Wilson's stuff.

They've taken him to the hospital,

but he won't live.

All right.

- What did the girl have to say?

- I don't know. I haven't talked to her yet.

She's still in there. Sprained her ankle.

Excuse me.

What have you got to say for yourself?

Look, I feel it's all my fault.

That's why I came along.

You're a fool, Wesson.

You know those places are raided

for parole violators.

Why did you take her there?

Did you get hurt?

- I sprained my ankle.

- Officer.

- Yes, sir.

- Take her down to Dr. Daniels.

- You wait here.

- Dr. Daniels?

You heard me.

This way, miss.

Hello. Give me Dr. Daniels, please.

Hello, Doc? This is Griff Marat.

I'm sending a girl named Jenny Marsh

down to your office.

Yeah, she's got a sprained ankle.

See what you can find out, will you?

How old is she, Griff?

Well, what does she look like?

Blonde?

Delicate features.

Brown eyes.

I see.

Well, she just saw a man

jump off the balcony.

She's pretty shaky and upset.

Ought to be easy to work on.

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