The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 0, Episode 0 - Pilot - full transcript
Gritty crime drama set in San Francisco, featuring an older, veteran cop and his younger, less experienced partner.
( peaceful theme playing )
( dog barking )
( ominous theme playing )
( tires squeal )
( funky action theme playing )
( sirens wailing in distance )
MAN ( sighs ): What a waste.
What's your guess, suicide?
Oh, I'm not guessing anything.
And if you were
born in this town,
you'd know that the
current under the bridge
flows out to sea and not in.
She's missing her belt.
( mysterious theme playing )
She comes with her own dog tags.
( rings )
Mr. Farr's office.
Just a minute, please.
Mr. Farr, it's a
Lieutenant Stone,
San Francisco Police.
Yes, lieutenant,
what can I do for you?
Excuse me, will you, Joan?
Yes, sir.
Yes, I do know someone
of that general description.
You mean come down in person?
Well, uh, I don't know
whether it'd be possible or not.
I've... rather a heavy day.
Incidentally, how'd you
happen to get my name?
Well, we'll tell you that
when you get here, Mr. Farr.
I suppose I could
give up my lunch hour.
Well, thank you, Mr. Farr.
Ask for Lieutenant
Stone, that's me,
or Inspector Keller.
Hall of Justice
on Bryant Street,
Bureau of Inspectors.
You got that?
Right.
He's a cool one.
He's a hotshot lawyer.
Now, would you give up
your lunch hour for a dead girl?
( mysterious theme playing )
That's him.
How do you know that?
They drive like they talk.
He's a real dude-lawyer.
You probably have
the same tailor.
Ah. Where's my Jag?
You spend it all on clothes.
Best-dressed cop on poverty row.
Mr. Farr.
Lieutenant Stone?
Yes.
Inspector Keller.
How do you do? Hello.
This way.
You ever been in
a morgue before?
No, I never have,
or a police station.
My specialty, you
see, is corporation law.
I never deal with
the law at this level.
Well, this shouldn't
take too long.
You might even be able
to make your lunch date.
Here.
Do you know her?
( softly ): Her name is Holly.
Holly Jean Berry.
Girlfriend of yours?
I didn't know her well.
A client?
Not really. I helped
her out of a jam.
She smashed her car up
on a freeway ramp
near the Presidio.
At the hospital, I found
some grass on her.
You acted in court for her, huh?
It never got that far.
I just bailed her out.
When was this?
Last Tuesday.
A week ago yesterday.
Did she mention her birthplace
or anything about her relatives?
She said she came from
Tennessee with her brother.
She did mention
something about an uncle.
Does the brother live here?
As far as I know.
She said he belonged
to some club or group.
Well, do you remember
what club or what group?
Yes, I do. It was halfway house.
He must have had some
problem with drugs a while back.
Looks like it
runs in the family.
That's the trouble
with cops like you,
you equate three joints of
marijuana with the hard stuff.
Farr, I'm gonna
tell you something...
Sign right here
on the line, please.
( suspenseful theme playing )
That guy is not
telling us something.
Every time he opened
his mouth, he was hiding it.
Well, that's a good lawyer.
Lawyer or not, I'd like to get
the whole story
out of him, the truth.
A real smart cop, huh?
College grad, fancy
degree in criminology.
Well, let me tell you something:
Until we get the
preliminary medical reports,
we don't have a case.
And without a case,
we don't have suspects.
So don't you treat him like one.
Because if you do, I'll have you
right back booking shoplifters.
I just got a call
from the chief,
who just got a call
from the mayor.
This town is becoming
a butcher shop.
Ramsey case is the last straw,
and what do we come up with?
Kid's boot.
Wouldn't be so
bad if it didn't come
right on top of
the Donner killing.
At least we found
both her shoes.
Now there's the Berry girl.
You see any connection?
Well, it's too early to tell.
Little Joel Ramsey
and the Donner woman
were both mutilated.
Well, the public thinks
that those two were
murdered by the same killer.
That's what the
press is feeding them.
I am having every bluecoated
department asking questions
twenty-four hours a day.
We're pulling in
anybody that has
anything to say
about Joel Ramsey.
I want you in charge of
that interrogation, Mike.
Okay. Let me clear my desk.
Of what?
The Berry girl.
Did you learn anything
from that lawyer?
Well, I learned
that he doesn't want
to say too much about her.
Her brother's name is Delbert.
Left halfway house
about two weeks ago,
worked at one of
their gas stations.
She was about 20.
Couldn't have been in the
water more than 12 hours.
But she didn't drown.
Look here, behind the left ear.
She died from a blow
to the carotid artery.
And there were other bruises.
Well, she was in an
accident the week before.
Yes, so I understand.
But she wouldn't have survived
a contusion of that severity.
Well, then what about
the needle marks?
It's too early to tell.
They look fresh. No scars.
Any evidence of sexual assault?
No.
I'll start the autopsy
this afternoon.
But my preliminary examination
seems to indicate homicide.
( mysterious theme playing )
Something burning?
Three guesses.
WOMAN: You cops?
Reggie, get on out here.
There's cops in the hall.
Do I look like a cop?
In this neighborhood,
you better believe it.
Name is Saretti. What
can I do for you officers?
Mr. Saretti,
we'd like to ask you
about a tenant of yours,
a Miss Holly Berry.
I told you she'd be trouble.
Don't mind her.
Change makes them jealous,
you know what I mean?
Fact is, Holly is a nice kid.
Hey, is this about her accident?
Well, she totaled her car.
She told you that?
No, she hasn't been here in
over a week, week and a half.
Who told you
about it, her brother?
No, some guy who said
he was a friend of hers.
She have a lot of friends?
Just this guy and her brother.
Oh, and her uncle
come by two, three times.
When was this?
Last week, week before.
Her uncle, does he live in town?
No, he said he was
visiting from out of state.
Lost-touch-with-the-kids
sort of thing, you know?
Do you know where he stays?
I didn't ask him.
How about the brother?
Well, all I know
about him is that
he works in a gas station
on Lombard, near the bridge.
The uncle went
looking for him there.
Well, did the uncle
know about the accident?
Yeah, but it didn't
seem to bother him.
He was more interested
in finding the brother.
Said the brother quit his
job, and he couldn't find him.
Hey, come on, fellas,
what's the trouble, huh?
She's the trouble.
I told you, you let
one of them kids...
STONE: Mrs. Saretti.
Someone else is the trouble.
Holly Berry is dead.
Now, sir, could we see her room?
Yeah, sure.
( ominous theme playing )
Is that a new lock?
Yeah.
She had it put on herself
the last time I saw her.
I think it was a
week ago Friday.
Was she afraid of something?
Who isn't?
And for this, kids leave home.
We try to make
them feel at home.
Say, this friend who told
you about the accident,
do you know his name?
Never saw him before.
About his age, but
a sharp dresser.
Talked nice.
Yeah? Well, how was he dressed?
A suit, with all the flaps.
You know, English-like,
big white tie.
He had long hair, but neat,
like he'd just come
from the beauty parlor.
What'd he want?
He came to pick up
some of her clothes.
You let him in here?
No, he had her keys.
That's how I figured
they were friends.
Do you remember
what clothes he took?
"What clothes?" Just
clothes. He had an armful.
He was in and out of
here in two minutes.
Did you see him drive off?
How could you miss him?
He was driving a yellow Jaguar.
You know, vroom, vroom.
( suspenseful theme playing )
WOMAN: David.
That's a nice name. It
was my father's name.
It means beloved.
( band playing wild rock music )
David, there you are.
Good evening.
You simply must come
and meet all of our guests.
Every female here
has been asking
who that divine young man is.
Now, I want you all
to meet David Farr.
Yes, David is our
very own attorney,
and he is a leading light at
Scobic, Black and Waxman.
And I want... This is Rick. I
wanted you to meet him too
because I think
you'll probably...
I do want you to move
on, here. I've quite a few...
Excuse me, dear.
- -beautiful women here...
Hello, David Farr.
Hello.
If you don't like the heat,
you get out of the engine room.
Um, or something
like that, right?
Right.
I'm supposed to be
representing my firm.
Well, I'm stuck too.
Come on.
Wow.
You must be getting
some kind of vib...
Shhh.
Just listen to the peace.
Don't you like the music?
Yes.
But these private-party gigs
get to be... real bummers.
Oh, you're with the band.
Sometimes, when they're
really stoned, they let me sing.
Well, I take it, tonight,
that they're not stoned.
No. Tonight is the VIP trip.
Any moment, they may
get signed to a big contract.
You don't sound too hopeful.
Well, I wouldn't wanna
badmouth my brother.
How does it go?
"Please don't shoot the
electric-piano player."
But you're the big
mouthpiece tonight,
not a word out of you yet.
So tell me, what's a David Farr?
A David Farr is a
small-town boy in the big city
who's trying very hard to
be learned and sophisticated.
David.
That's a nice name. That
was my father's name.
It means beloved.
Are you beloved?
I never thought about it.
Are you?
Um... I'm beloving.
I'll bet you are.
Now you're supposed to
ask me for my phone number,
but I don't have one.
So...
I'll ask you for your card.
My card?
There you are.
( mysterious theme playing )
Good afternoon, Mr. Farr.
Got a few minutes?
What is this, lieutenant?
We just thought
you'd be interested
in how we got your name.
So I gave her my card.
That's how she
happened to call me
when she needed help.
Did you know she
wore it around her neck?
No, I didn't.
What's more, I fail to see
what that has to do
with her drowning.
She didn't drown, Mr. Farr.
Somebody hit her too hard.
A man saying he
was a friend of Holly's
went by her place last week.
He let himself in with her key,
told the landlord
she'd had an accident,
and then drove off
with some of her clothes
in a yellow Jaguar.
FARR: So that's it.
I did the girl a favor,
and now I'm involved.
Come on.
Hi there, David.
Hi.
It's a bum spare.
I lost my keys last week.
There we are.
All right, let's go over
it once again, shall we?
You met her at
a party on Friday,
you gave her your card.
The next Tuesday,
she called you,
you bailed her out
on the possession rap,
and then you took her home.
No, I didn't take her home.
That's the point. She
was afraid to go home.
Afraid of what?
The accident she had.
You see, she insisted
that it was no accident.
She claimed that some
man in a big black sedan
tried running her off
that freeway ramp.
Look, I felt the same way.
I thought she was giving
me some kind of a line.
And she knew that
I didn't believe her,
but she insisted.
She insisted that someone
was trying to kill her,
that someone was after her.
It had to do with
something her brother saw
in the trunk of someone's car.
What was that?
She didn't know what.
Did she say who this guy was?
No, only that she was
to get in touch with him.
What for?
Well, that's what I asked her.
She only said that her brother
was he only one
that knew the reason.
Oh, come on, Mr. Farr!
You expect us to believe that?
Someone she doesn't
know was trying to kill her
because her brother saw
something in a car trunk.
And she's supposed
to get in touch
with that someone about that,
but she didn't know what?
Listen, lieutenant, I was
as confused as you are.
I figured I'd better
get the girl home.
That's when she went to
pieces, started screaming.
She thought that he'd
be there waiting for her.
So you figured the
girl was a kook, right?
Where'd you take her, Farr?
To a motel.
What motel?
Plantation, on Webster Street.
So to get her off your back,
you dumped her in
a motel, is that right?
I didn't dump her.
I took her where
she'd feel safe.
She ask you to get her things?
No. When we got to the
motel, she fell right asleep.
I figured that when she woke up,
she needed to
change her clothes.
That's when you took her purse
and went back to her place?
Are you implying
that I stole the purse?
I didn't.
I took her keys, let myself in,
left the purse, got the clothes
and brought them
back to the motel.
Do you remember what clothes?
Wait a minute.
Uh...
A print dress, green and
blue, and a yellow pantsuit.
The yellow pantsuit
have a belt in it?
Uh...
Yeah, I think so.
Yellow, same color.
Then he must have followed me.
Hold it there, now.
Wait a minute. I
didn't catch that.
He must've been watching
me in front of the rooming house
and followed me
back to the motel.
Who, Farr?!
Now, who are you talking about?
Whoever she was afraid of,
that's who I'm talking about!
Okay, okay, now,
relax, take it easy,
don't get excited.
Now, we're only talking
about what you did.
What I did?
Right.
I went to the rooming
house, got the clothes,
I brought them to the motel.
She was asleep when I got there.
You never saw her again?
No, I never saw her again.
You left her there, right?
Yeah, that's right,
I left her there.
What would you have
done, Keller, married the girl?
( suspenseful theme playing )
Here it is.
H. Berry. You want
the license number?
Please.
Here, take another look.
Now, you're sure that's the girl
you saw in the
yellow sports car?
CLERK: Yes, I'm sure.
He checked in early.
She stayed in the
car, but I could see her.
Pretty little thing.
I put them in 3-C.
All we want to know
is when she left.
Look, if this is about
her being underage...
No. No.
They pulled her out
of the bay this morning.
Is this the one?
I just saw about it on the news.
What is happening in this city?
All these murders.
First, that little boy...
All I want to know
is when she left
and if she left alone.
Well, I didn't see anyone leave.
Is there anything at
all that you remember?
3-C, Tuesday night.
Yeah. This couple
checked in to 4-C
and complained that their
television wasn't working.
So I went back there to fix it.
And there was this awful
racket coming from next door.
What kind of racket?
This man and woman
yelling at each other.
First, I thought it was the TV,
one of those doctor
shows about young people
or divorces or something.
Did you see anybody come
or go the next morning?
Nope.
I did the linen about
10, they'd gone.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Lieutenant.
Tony's got a witness on
the Ramsey boy's killing.
You type this time. Type, right.
( man speaking in Spanish )
Well, lieutenant, I'd like
you to meet Maria Ramirez.
( both speak in Spanish )
Maria works for a family
named Harrison on Baker Street.
Alice Harrison, six, used
to play with Joel Ramsey.
Now, Maria remembers seeing
Joel get into a car with a man
over two weeks ago.
She speaks no English.
Well, why didn't she
come forward sooner?
She just got back from
two weeks in Tijuana.
Her husband can't
get into the country.
Now, Maria,
just tell me where it is
exactly that you saw Joel
get into that car.
( speaking in Spanish )
( speaking in Spanish )
Barbado.
What does that mean?
Means "beard."
She said he had
a full dark beard,
bushy eyebrows,
drove a black sedan.
You sure of the little
Ramsey boy's boot?
After she described
it, positive.
Good. Get a description
over to Sal's division.
Not the press.
Sure, let 'em have it.
Maybe they'll stay off
our backs for a while.
They milked the boot, now
let 'em chew on the beard.
What about the Berry case?
Two suspects.
The Boy Wonder here,
he likes the lawyer.
But me, I...
I'm still trying to
track down a guy
calling himself her uncle.
Can't you two get together?
Well, then we wouldn't
need each other.
( mellow theme playing )
No, man, he didn't say why.
I just figured he was back on
drugs or something, you know,
and he was ashamed of it.
This place is run by a
halfway house, you know?
Did he leave in a hurry?
Yeah, he came in
and got two days' pay
about 9:00 in the morning.
He said he was quitting.
He didn't give any
reason or anything.
Well, did he leave
with his uncle?
Oh, that guy.
What about him?
Oh, he was bugging me for days.
About what?
Del.
Came in here about
two hours after Del quit.
Thought I was
hiding him someplace.
What did he look like?
Well, he was an oddball.
Sort of pale-looking.
Had a bushy mustache and
wore one of them felt hats.
He was a real creep.
Okay, maybe Del
Berry made a contact.
He's back on junk,
uncle's protecting him.
But what does it
have to do with Holly?
When I see him, I'll ask him.
Hey, where are you headed?
Farr's neighbor.
( doorbell buzzes )
Take it easy, now.
We've got no case against
Farr yet, and he knows it.
Mr. Pyle. Yes.
Oh, you're the gentlemen that
were visiting David yesterday.
That's right. I wonder
if you could help us.
What do you wanna know?
Have you ever seen this girl?
Oh, her, sure.
She was here when?
She's one of his weekend tricks.
Which weekend?
Weekend before last.
Not that I'm a voyeur
or anything like that,
but who could have missed her?
I mean, every time
I opened my door,
she was either coming or going.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Is this standard
procedure, lieutenant?
Intimidating witnesses in
basements and elevators?
I just thought I'd spare
you the embarrassment
by not dropping by your office.
I somehow thought that you
were above cheap shock tactics.
Well, it just so happens
I received a small
shock of my own.
And if you like,
I'll make an appointment
with your secretary
so we can talk about it.
Be direct.
Like you, Mr. Farr?
Not telling me about the weekend
you spent with Holly Berry?
So we saw each other.
Isn't it understandable
that it would be
embarrassing for me
to tell you that in light of
what has happened since?
I don't need that
kind of involvement.
You're involved
whether you like it or not.
So why don't you level with me?
I suppose you spoke
to Larry Pyle next door.
What else haven't you told me?
What else did he tell you?
He told me you were
a green belt in karate.
Haven't you heard about
harassment, lieutenant?
Aren't you cutting
it pretty close
going around, talking
to my neighbors,
asking them questions about me?
How would you like it
if I went by your house,
asked your wife a couple
questions about you?
My wife has been dead
for two years, Mr. Farr.
And if you feel
harassed, I'm sorry.
We're just trying
to do our jobs.
Then stop hounding me.
Find out the man who
took Holly from that motel.
Find out where
she was last week.
Now, we checked that out.
And who was or
wasn't there that night
really doesn't matter, does it?
Unless it was the
person who killed her.
I think it matters,
considering he tried
killing her once before.
Well, now, if I
remember correctly,
you said you didn't
believe that story.
( suspenseful theme playing )
HOLLY: I told you
before, I fell out of the sky.
Just a little old piece of sky.
Beat you back from
the party, mouthpiece.
How'd you get my address?
In the phone book, stupid.
( romantic theme playing )
Where do you come from?
I told you, I fell
out of the sky.
Just, um, a little piece of sky.
A fallen angel.
Well, I don't know
about the angel part.
I've got this idea. Um...
It's a terrific idea.
Why don't we take a shower...
and make some pancakes?
It's 5:00 in the morning.
So what?
( mellow theme playing )
You eat as though you
haven't eaten for a week.
( laughs )
You didn't see me
at that party last night.
I went back for fourths.
I've got a chicken breast
and a chocolate
éclair in my bag.
Well, that's great. We
can take it on the boat.
You've got a boat?
It's out there in the marina.
And we're going sailing today.
Sorry.
Do you have other plans?
No, it's just... Well,
I have, um... Um...
Not a hypochondriac. Hypo...
Well, I have this morbid
fear of the water. It's terrible.
Oh. That's too bad.
Yeah.
What else can we do?
( upbeat theme playing )
Good morning.
How you doing?
Hey, where did you disappear to?
Oh, just feeding
the parking meter.
Yeah, well, one
more trip like that,
and I'll have the
vice squad up here.
Wouldn't it be easier
if I just paid the ticket?
HOLLY: Sugar daddy.
Or better yet, we could
take your car home.
Nope, uh, can't do that.
How come?
Well, somebody might, uh,
wire it with a bomb.
You wouldn't want me in a
million pieces, now, would you?
Oh, I don't know, that
might be kind of restful.
You don't believe me, do you?
About the mad bomber?
No, about somebody
who's after me.
Sure. Sure, with cloven hooves,
horns and a harpoon, huh?
Well, I'll tell you
what you can do.
If he gets me, you can
send flowers to my funeral.
You know, those big
vulgar chrysanthemums.
( both laugh )
I love you.
( carnival music playing )
Come on, Holly.
Come on out of there.
I happen to like it in there.
( laughs )
It's time I took you home.
I told you I wasn't
gonna go back there.
Where would you like
to have me take you?
Why not your place, huh?
Okay. So you
wanna get rid of me.
Okay, mouthpiece, got a quarter?
What for?
Your swan song.
Thanks.
See?
Now you're mine
forever and ever.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( starts car )
I thought "karate"
meant without weapons.
Ha, absolutely. But
also, I am gardener.
Hedge by day, karate
instruction at night.
Japanese art of self-defense
in Chinatown, huh?
And I, Kenji. I'm... I'm
Korean, but American citizen.
You wish, perhaps, enrollment?
No, no, I'd like to ask you
about one of your students.
David Farr.
Oh, yes, Mr. Farr.
But surely the keys
are not police matter.
Keys? What's this about keys?
The keys Mr. Farr claimed
he lost last Thursday night.
No, what I wanted to know was
how long has Mr. Farr
been a student?
Oh, six months.
( speaks foreign dialect )
What's that?
A green belt.
For young man,
this art soon master.
( screams )
You perhaps wish to
observe exhibition tonight
by all students of
Chung Li Wong?
Is Mr. Farr gonna be there?
Well, assuredly, every
Tuesday, Thursday.
I wouldn't miss it.
But don't tell Mr. Farr.
I'd like to make
that my surprise.
My sympathy for missing keys.
Understandably, he's disturbed.
They're lost, preventing
access to apartment,
boat, safe-deposit box.
Truly anxiety.
Boat? Farr's got a boat?
Oh, yes. Splendid sailing craft.
Where's the dock?
I'll check it out.
And me, I've got
20 beards to grill
before the night's over
on that Ramsey case.
Every child molester
in the county
with hair on his face.
A real freak show.
The Berry girl,
no more question it's homicide.
Her hands had been bound, I
found traces of adhesive tape,
and all the hair was
gone from her wrists.
The blow behind
the ear finished her,
but not before someone
really worked her over.
I'd say it was a professional.
( grunts )
( all applaud )
You know, if I hadn't seen
it, I wouldn't have believed it.
Would you?
Clean as a hatchet.
You'd do this any
time, any time you want.
If you gentlemen will excuse me.
STONE: Of course.
We just dropped by
to give you the news.
What news?
Did you find him?
No. It's, uh, about the autopsy.
Miss Berry was
killed, all right,
but only after somebody
worked her over.
The coroner called it a
nice methodical chopping.
MAN: Hiya!
Now, if you happen to
think of anything else,
you know where to get
in touch with us, huh?
( upbeat theme playing )
( tires screech )
Things are going pretty good.
I've been keeping myself busy.
You know, I got
a magazine stand,
corner of Columbus and Filbert.
Been reporting to
your parole officer?
Every third Monday.
What kind of car you
drive, Mr. Washington?
Still got the old Studebaker.
Hey, that's a real
collector's item, isn't it?
KELLER: Lieutenant.
What's the, uh, license number
on that car, Mr. Washington?
Farr.
I found his boat,
A-shore Yacht Club.
He's, uh...
What can I do for you, Mr. Farr?
The question, lieutenant,
is how you can help yourself
from getting hit with a
harassment complaint.
What is your protégé
doing snooping around my boat?
Well, like I said before,
we're just trying
to do our jobs.
You have no right to treat
witnesses as suspects,
and you know that.
Look at it from our
point of view, Mr. Farr.
For all we know, you could
be covering up something.
Or someone, right?
Maybe I can help you.
We need all the help we can get.
Holly's brother said something
about seeing something
in someone's car.
Whatever Holly was afraid
of, that's where it all began.
Yeah?
Well, isn't it obvious?
What?
The brother is the
key to all of this.
Well, he might be,
but he's disappeared.
What if I help you find him?
I don't know about
that "what if?"
If you know something,
you'd better tell us.
If you keep my
name out of the paper.
I can't promise
anything, Mr. Farr,
except to try
and find her killer.
Well, then we're right back
to where we started from.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
I'm making progress
just talking to you.
Look, Stone,
I've taken enough
shoving from you.
Now, I know you're
getting a big kick
out of trying to build a case
against me, but forget it.
I'll go find the brother.
Then we'll see what
kind of a case you've got.
I thought keeping one's cool
was the first
lesson in law school.
Let's go.
( dramatic theme playing )
Say, you people look cold.
Sell a house, buy a boat.
I'll be doggoned if
I'm not gonna enjoy it.
( chuckles )
Say, you're the young fellow
who was down here
before, aren't you?
That's right.
Uh, do you know
your neighbor Mr. Farr?
Dave? Sure.
Uh, who are you gentlemen?
Oh.
What's he done?
We'd like to know how often
he comes down here.
Oh, weekends mostly.
Now, before we do any talking,
don't you think
you ought to tell us
why you want to know about him?
Of course. A girl
he knew was killed.
They pulled her out of the bay.
Then you must have
a certain day in mind.
Tuesday, the day
before yesterday.
Oh, well, he... Uh, he
doesn't usually get down here
until the weekends.
You know he was down
here on Tuesday, Joe.
Okay, Tuesday.
Tuesday night, it was...
It was about 10:00.
But we don't know
it was Dave, Sally.
Well, who could it
have been except Dave?
You should have seen the
way he took the boat out.
He practically
hit our front end.
Bow, Sally.
SALLY: Well, they were
sure bombed on something.
They?
Dave and a girl.
Now, you don't know that, Sally.
Well, I saw them, Joe,
right out of a porthole.
Well, now, why do
you think it was a girl?
Well, it was dark, and, uh,
I... I could only make out
their outlines all bundled up,
but... But she...
Well, whoever it was, was...
Was smaller than he was...
And, well, he was
practically carrying her.
Now, we do this right.
With a warrant.
( somber theme playing )
Thank you.
Sorry to disturb you.
( upbeat theme playing )
( wild rock music playing )
Stick around.
We'll be back in 15.
( chuckling ):
Hey, you still here?
Keep tryin'.
Remember me?
Yeah. You like the music?
Where's Del?
Who are you?
I'm a friend of his sister's.
You a cop?
No, I'm a lawyer.
How did you find us?
Your agent.
( sighs )
Eh, listen, Delbert
isn't seeing anybody.
He's very strung out. You dig?
Look, I know he's hiding out.
I wanna help him
before the police
do come around.
Now...
you tell him to meet
me here tomorrow night,
all right?
You got bread, maybe he'll show.
Tell him I've got bread.
Got some for me too?
( man speaks in Russian )
Lieutenant.
I'm not sure what it means,
but I think he's
talking Russian.
( speaking Russian )
Yeah.
( speaking Russian )
No, no.
( speaking Russian )
He's speaking Russian.
Get Kolinsky down
here from vice,
he speaks it much
better than I do.
Tell him it's the Ramsey case.
But when he comes
in, would you tell him
Inspector Keller called, please?
That's right. Yes.
No, he has my number.
Right. Thank you.
Search warrant come through?
Not yet, but I
called Farr's office,
he called in sick this morning.
But I just called his home,
he's not there either.
A little travel fever?
Uh, maybe he meant what he said
about trying to
find her brother.
Mike, he spends a
weekend with Holly
he doesn't tell us about,
he let's himself into her place,
he goes off with her clothes,
he's seen carting a girl
onto his boat Tuesday night.
Wednesday morning
she ends up in the bay,
killed by a blow to the head
like some quick karate chop.
It's too neat.
You're used to
complicated cases,
this is a neat one.
Sure it's possible
Farr could have killed her.
But it's not that
simple, buddy boy.
Somebody worked her over.
Someone really
went out to punish her.
And I just can't buy Farr
as a premeditating killer.
Mike, what was it
you used to tell me
about human nature?
About what?
Human nature.
I said, uh...
"Just watch out for
the wolf in people."
And that goes for
you too, buddy boy.
That's right, but I'm
for picking him up.
No. Not yet.
Of course, Farr could have been
on that boat Tuesday night.
But somebody could've
worked Holly over,
and dumped her
on him to get rid of.
Wait a minute. You're
saying two killers?
But what's the motive?
If I knew that, I'd
know everything.
Now you're back to
your mysterious uncle.
I never left him.
I'd like to ask Saretti
some more about him.
While Farr skips town?
No, while we're waiting
for the warrant on his boat.
Come on.
SARETTI: Sure she got postcards.
Lots of people get postcards
who've got no phones.
You know that her
brother sent her a postcard
when he left Halfway House,
saying where he had moved.
I don't make a habit
of reading other peoples mail.
STONE: Oh, come on, Mr. Saretti.
Everybody reads the...
The mailmen read them,
you know that, don't you?
You know what? Even I read them.
I can't resist them.
Tsk, he read everything
addressed to her.
Shut your face.
Well, maybe I read a couple.
Remember the messages?
One.
About someone she
was supposed to meet.
Who? Didn't say. Just...
somebody at 6:00 or something.
Any address?
Parking lot across the
street from The Cannery.
What happened to the postcard?
I don't know.
Wait a minute. Her
uncle picked it up.
What did he look like?
Why, he was, eh,
pale-looking, dark eyes.
What I remember
most was his mustache.
It was like a... A walrus.
You didn't happen
to see what kind of car
he was driving, did you?
I don't know what kind it was,
but it was black.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
MAN ( on radio ): Car
302, Lieutenant Stone.
Car 302, come in, please.
Lieutenant Stone.
You got that warrant?
No, but I got a
guy named Caswell
on the phone from the marina.
He says it's an emergency.
Tell him we're on our way.
All right, hotshot, show me.
Drive.
( siren wailing )
( tires screech )
What is it, Mr. Caswell?
His boat, lieutenant.
Inside the cabin.
( tense theme playing )
Don't you think we better
get another kind of warrant?
For the arrest of David
Farr on suspicion of murder.
( upbeat theme playing )
Did he try to sell his boat?
( chuckling): Yeah.
Bit off more than he
could chew, I guess,
what with payments
and maintenance.
Lots of lookers?
No, not really.
Two or three he comes
down with the weekends,
one guy came down by himself.
Oh, a friend of his?
Yeah, it's what I figured.
Dave gives him his
key for a look-see.
Oh, Dave told you this?
No. His friend did.
Down here Monday lunch.
Couldn't make it
over the weekend.
I haven't seen Dave since...
Heh, since he hightailed it out
of here this morning.
What did this friend look like?
He was about 50, I guess.
Looked in great shape.
Tweed cap,
biggest cookie
duster you ever saw.
What's a cookie duster?
A mustache, you...
( tense theme playing )
DOCTOR: This is a
print found on the boat.
And this is another print
taken from the
body of Miss Berry.
They match.
This is another print
found on the boat.
It matches this print.
David Jerome Farr,
courtesy of the Department
of Motor Vehicles.
Any others?
Those were the only ones.
The belt, of course,
is a perfect match.
All right, what's bothering you?
The guy with the mustache?
You bet he bothers me.
He was seen at Holly's place
posing as her uncle.
And now a man with
the same description
is seen with Farr's keys,
posing as a buyer for his boat.
We don't know it's the same guy.
And even if it is,
it doesn't change the fact
that Holly was on Farr's boat.
Yeah, but who took her there?
Well, now you're back
to your two-killer thesis.
I don't know.
Maybe the uncle was using Farr.
Or vice versa.
You never give up, do you?
Give up?
You're the guy that issued
the warrant for Farr's arrest.
I know. I know that. I had to.
With all the evidence
building up against him...
But that other guy,
that's the guy that gets me.
Who was Holly afraid of
that she had to change
her lock on the door?
She didn't even meet
Farr until that night.
On who's word, Farr's?
You're getting to be a good cop.
( chuckles )
You're even giving
me a hard time.
Well, I'll give
you a harder time.
What about the brother?
Oh, he makes it easier.
The uncle was after the brother
because he saw something.
And now Farr's after him too.
I'll bet he saw something.
He needs him as a
witness to clear himself.
Or Farr knows he was a
witness and wants to silence him.
Now, look.
I know we've got a
warrant out for Farr...
but I can't tell Malone
this case is in the bag.
There's too much we don't know.
Well, we are gonna
know a lot more
when we've got Farr locked up.
And for my money,
it's narcotics.
It's keys.
It's got something
to do with keys.
That guy with the
tweed cap and the...
cookie duster...
He's got the keys
to Farr's boat.
And Farr said he lost them.
Kenji's.
Maybe he didn't lose them.
( upbeat theme playing )
( screams )
( grunts )
He was here today?
Two hours ago.
Unaccountably anxious.
He made no accusations,
but his suspicions were clear.
That somebody stole his keys.
Oh, so you too have
spoken with Mr. Farr.
No, no. He wishes
an investigation?
No, no, his thinking
is just two hours
ahead of mine.
And he asked who
was here a week ago,
Thursday night.
Besides the regular students.
Precisely.
Eh, I told him my recollections.
Two observers.
One subsequently joined
our Thursday night classes.
In fact, there she is.
Aiyee. Ay.
( laughs )
Women's' liberation has been
most generous for
our business, heh.
Heh, lucky for you, huh?
( both laugh )
And the other observer?
Uh, as I told Mr. Farr,
most unusual.
There was no hair on his head,
but he wore a moustache
and a full beard.
( sniffs )
Real Jack-the-Ripper
weather, huh, man?
Yeah.
Yeah, the tow truck's
gonna be going all night long.
This uncle,
you were saying you
finally got him off your back.
Yeah, I mean...
he used to come in here
anytime, day or night.
Until I gave him
Del's sister's address.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Where is he?
Oh, Delbert, uh...
He regrets, man. He regrets.
Listen, man.
Del's in trouble and so am I.
( bangs drums )
He needs me and I need him.
We can help each other, got it?
Right.
Right.
( tense theme playing )
Now, that makes
four, doesn't it?
Yeah.
He's seen at Holly's
boarding house.
Then at the gas station
where her brother worked.
Next, to Kenji's where
Farr's keys disappeared.
And last, on Farr's boat.
The man with a
mustache, the uncle.
Wait a minute, you said the guy
at Kenji's had a beard.
And moustache.
( chuckles )
What does he do, put on
a beard for evening wear?
( chuckling ): Maybe.
But we know one
thing for sure now.
There's another guy out there.
( upbeat theme playing )
He's in there?
Yeah, he's there
in the deep freeze.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( coughs )
Where you going?
Hey, baby, I done my chick.
I'm getting out of here.
( Del coughs )
( breaths deeply )
( door slams )
Hello, Del.
The man who calls
himself your uncle,
who is he?
Oh, that weirdo creep.
I never thought... ( sighs )
I never thought he'd
turned on Holly Jean.
Then you do know
who he is, don't you?
Uh... ( sniffs )
I don't know about
no... eh... ( sniffs )
You...
( sighs )
Five minutes.
I'll get me a deck.
I'll get well in
just five minutes.
What was in the car?
( sighs )
A guy drives in for
a tank full... Shhh.
He drives in for a tank full,
just like any other dude,
and you walk around the back,
and you see something.
Huh?
Huh.
Remember?
I can tell he's got bread.
Uh... So I... I figured
on hustling him
for a new set of tires.
So you can pocket the cash?
Ooh.
Man, you so cold.
Where am I cold, Del?
About paying.
He didn't pay us, see,
that's how I hooked him.
He put it on his credit card.
( sighs )
A-and I get the receipt
and then when I lift the keys
to check a spare,
that's when I seen it.
See what?
I s...
( sighing ): Oh, no, man.
I ain't telling you that.
( breaths deeply )
That's money in the
bank, what I seen.
( sighs )
And all we had to do
was just hit him it once.
We're flying high, Holly and me.
We're grooving all the
way back t-to Tennessee.
She's dead, Del. Heh, heh.
Them local dudes are
gonna pop their gourds.
They're gonna say, "Hey...
"ain't that them Berry kids
in that big California car
and all that sweet
music boomin'?"
( chuckles )
She's dead, Del. She's dead.
The dream is over. It's over.
Who is the man? Who is he?
I-I got it in writing.
So you got his name.
And you saw something.
You thought he might
pay you not to talk about it.
And you told Holly.
You made her the go-between.
You crazy, man.
I didn't tell Holly
Jean nothin'.
Yeah, you used her Del.
I-I never... ( sighs )
I never figured he'd do it.
You used her...
and so did I.
I liked your sister.
Maybe I even loved her.
If I'd have given
myself half a chance.
But when she needed me the most,
I ran out on her.
I left her alone.
You know the funny thing?
I could've saved myself
if I had helped her.
Now you and me...
You and me, we're
both in trouble.
What's his name?
Maybe it's in there.
( sighs )
Maybe it ain't no more.
( ringing )
Keller here.
Farr, where are you?
Let me talk to Stone.
Uh, let me see if I can get him.
( whispers ): Trace it.
Look, he's not here right now.
But if it's any consolation,
we know about the keys.
Then you know
somebody stole them.
Uh, well, let's put it this way.
We know someone
else is involved.
The man who posed
as Holly's uncle.
Why are you so
concerned about me
all of a sudden, Keller?
You trying to spot the
phone I'm calling from?
I'll save you the trouble.
I'm in a phone booth
off the Embarcadero.
I've located Delbert Berry.
He's in the old ice house
at Samson at Lombard.
( door slams )
( suspenseful theme playing )
I didn't hear you coming.
I-I got something for you.
( grunts )
( sighs )
What I'm trying to tell you
is just be careful,
will you, Farr?
This guy might be watching you.
He followed you to the motel,
he might have followed
you to the brother's place.
We'll be right there.
I've given you everything
you need, Keller.
The name of the
game was blackmail.
But the game backfired.
I'm hanging up now.
Don't be a fool, just
stay right where you are.
You're gonna need protection.
Until you figure this thing out,
you're right, I will
need protection.
From you.
( tense theme playing )
( grunts )
( sirens wailing )
( action theme playing )
( tires screech )
All right, get out an APB
on the yellow sports Jag.
License number...
Wait. I got it.
235 PCE.
235 PCE. Yes, sir.
Hank,
run a DMV check
on this car, will you?
Don't say it.
I'm not saying anything.
Say, do you see a TV
set around here anywhere?
OFFICER ( on radio ): 2-10-7
on the alarm. KMA 438, clear.
All units, central 2
advises, code four.
No merit in the
alarm in the bank...
Repeating. No merit
in the alarm... Well,
he didn't die of an overdose
as you're probably thinking.
That's not what I'm thinking.
He died of a
ruptured carotid artery.
Exactly like the Berry girl.
He was her brother.
STONE: Any report
on that car yet?
No. But one thing's certain.
He didn't get across
the Golden Gate.
The bridge is closed.
Twenty-car pile up on
the northbound lanes.
We'll get him. He can't get far.
I hope you're right.
I've worked for 48 hours
straight up. I'm beat.
( mysterious theme playing )
ANNOUNCER: At the
moment, tow trucks are working
to clear the wreckage
from both lanes.
But the bridge is not
expected to re-open
until 1:00 this morning.
Cars and trucks have been
backed up for three miles
on the Marin County approaches.
The traffic bureau
strongly urges motorists
to avoid the area.
On the international scene,
the United States, the
Soviet Union and Britain,
in ceremonies in their capitals,
signed ratification
papers in a treaty
banning nuclear and other
mass destruction weapons
from the seabed outside
a 12-mile coastal zone.
Secretary of State,
William P. Rogers,
said at the
ratification ceremony
that the entry into
force of the treaty
was an important step
toward international control
over weapons of
mass destruction.
The treaty negotiated
by the Geneva
Disarmament Conference...
( scrape )
( ominous theme playing )
Gregory Praxas,
21 Ocean Bluff
Drive, San Francisco.
1970 Dodge.
That's over west of Presidio.
You think Sacramento can get
me a DMV picture on this guy?
It's the middle of
the night, lieutenant.
Oh, now, he's got no record.
Come on, Larry. Do me a favor.
Wake somebody up.
OFFICER: Castro, huh?
What'd he looked like?
Wake up, Mr. Farr.
That's better.
Now we can talk.
Eye to eye.
Who are you?
( chuckles )
The first question. "Who?"
What do you want with me?
Excellent. What and who?
But shouldn't you be
asking why, Mr. Farr?
( grunting )
Ask why.
Why?
Because, like the
proverbial mountain, Mr. Farr,
you were there.
You were there to use,
therefore, I used you.
( action theme playing )
( knocking )
Oh, no.
WOMAN: Steve.
Oh, yes. Come on, lover boy.
Did you find Farr?
No, but would you
settle for an uncle?
"Angel of Death, 1957.
"Diamond hunters
encounter a jungle tribe
"who worship a strange
and powerful white man
"they believe to be the
indestructible angel of death.
Starring Gregory Praxas."
Sounds like a real winner.
Hey, what, does this guy
shave his head or something?
Remember what Kenji said?
Besides the mustache
and the beard,
the stranger was
completely bald.
Where's the mustache and beard?
Read it again, buddy
boy. Read it again.
What? The guy's an actor?
Right.
( mysterious theme playing )
We still haven't answered
our original question.
What's that? What Del
Berry saw in the trunk.
Well, maybe Mr. Praxas
can answer that too.
( doorbell rings )
( door closes )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Okay. You try it. You ring.
Mr. Praxas?
Praxas, yes.
Isn't it a little early
for this kind of...?
I'm Lieutenant Stone.
Inspector Keller,
San Francisco Police.
How can I help you, gentlemen?
Well, if you don't
mind talking out here.
I beg your pardon,
Lieutenant. Come in.
Inspector.
Gentlemen.
Come in sit down. Let me
offer you some refreshments.
Tea or coffee.
No. No, thank you.
No?
Mr. Praxas, Mm.
Your name was found on
the body of a young man
who died last night
near the Embarcadero.
Oh, dear.
His name was Delbert Berry.
Berry?
Berry.
I don't recall any such person.
What on earth was he
doing with my name?
Well, we think he
sold you some gas.
You see, we found this oil
company receipt on his body
with your signature on it.
And we wondered what he
was doing with a station copy.
I wonder too.
Perhaps he got busy.
Put it in his pocket
and forgot about it.
Well, that occurred to us.
See, there's something else too.
We found a television
log near his body.
And as you can see,
the corner of this
page has been torn out,
and there's a listing... Ah.
Of a very early movie
of yours on that corner.
Well, yes, that explains it.
Poor fellow must have
recognized my name.
It's really rather
touching, you know,
all the television
exposure of these old films
has made celebrities of
Hollywood's relics like me.
Strictly off the record, sir,
where were you last night?
Are you suggesting, lieutenant...
Oh, I'm not suggesting anything.
It's strictly routine,
Mr. Praxas.
You see, this young man,
Delbert Berry, was murdered.
Oh.
Last night.
Last night, I had
my dinner alone,
and then I went
out for a little while
to get a breath of
ai... ( bird squawking )
If you'll excuse me,
I'm keeping a
cat for a neighbor,
and he turns out
to be quite a rascal.
You sure I can't interest
you in some coffee or tea?
No. No, thank
you. No, thank you.
Real three dollar bill.
Did you feel his
handshake? Yeah.
Like a vice.
You were saying you
went out for a bit of fresh air.
Well, yes, lieutenant. I, uh...
I own some
property in Belvedere.
I often drive over
there at night and...
I walk under the pines.
Have you gentlemen
finished with me?
Do you remember what
time it was when you left?
You mean last
night? Yes, last night.
Oh, probably about 10:00.
And you got back...?
Oh, just before midnight.
See, I too am an inveterate
late-night movie watcher.
Last night, it was Maltese
Falcon on channel 9.
You say you drove to Belvedere.
That's across the bay, isn't it?
Yes.
You were back by midnight?
I said that, yes.
There was a 20-car
pile up last night.
The bridge was closed
between 10 and 1.
Take the other
side of the house.
( dramatic theme playing )
Praxas!
Drop that gun.
I'll break his neck.
Throw it away.
( action theme playing )
( grunts )
Stop.
You cannot hurt me.
( indistinct radio chatter )
It was Farr, he'll be okay.
What about you? I'm all right.
( solemn theme playing )
This belonged to
little Joel Ramsey.
Chamber of horrors.
That box probably contains
half the unsolved murders
in San Francisco County.
A real maniac.
With a face for every role.
There's Holly's uncle.
And there is the
man that kidnapped
and murdered a six-year-old boy.
Sometimes he wore them together.
And Holly's brother
was the first man
to identify Praxas
as the killer.
The killer of little
Joel Ramsey.
That's why Praxas had
to kill Del and Holly...
and frame somebody else.
How did Del identify Praxas?
( dramatic theme playing )
Give me the keys.
There it is.
( knocking on door )
Come in.
We came by to compare bruises.
How are you feeling?
Okay.
The guy was some
gorilla, wasn't he?
I'm glad you came by.
I'm sorry I misjudged you.
You didn't.
The fact is, I could
have saved her life.
That's what I felt.
Even though I knew
you hadn't killed her,
I couldn't forgive you for
abandoning her at that motel.
Yeah, well, I can't
forgive myself.
Oh, come on.
Let's get off of this
forgiving business.
Here, I thought
you'd like to keep that.
Uh, come on, hotshot,
we've got work to do.
Take care.
( dramatic theme playing )
( funky action theme playing )
( dog barking )
( ominous theme playing )
( tires squeal )
( funky action theme playing )
( sirens wailing in distance )
MAN ( sighs ): What a waste.
What's your guess, suicide?
Oh, I'm not guessing anything.
And if you were
born in this town,
you'd know that the
current under the bridge
flows out to sea and not in.
She's missing her belt.
( mysterious theme playing )
She comes with her own dog tags.
( rings )
Mr. Farr's office.
Just a minute, please.
Mr. Farr, it's a
Lieutenant Stone,
San Francisco Police.
Yes, lieutenant,
what can I do for you?
Excuse me, will you, Joan?
Yes, sir.
Yes, I do know someone
of that general description.
You mean come down in person?
Well, uh, I don't know
whether it'd be possible or not.
I've... rather a heavy day.
Incidentally, how'd you
happen to get my name?
Well, we'll tell you that
when you get here, Mr. Farr.
I suppose I could
give up my lunch hour.
Well, thank you, Mr. Farr.
Ask for Lieutenant
Stone, that's me,
or Inspector Keller.
Hall of Justice
on Bryant Street,
Bureau of Inspectors.
You got that?
Right.
He's a cool one.
He's a hotshot lawyer.
Now, would you give up
your lunch hour for a dead girl?
( mysterious theme playing )
That's him.
How do you know that?
They drive like they talk.
He's a real dude-lawyer.
You probably have
the same tailor.
Ah. Where's my Jag?
You spend it all on clothes.
Best-dressed cop on poverty row.
Mr. Farr.
Lieutenant Stone?
Yes.
Inspector Keller.
How do you do? Hello.
This way.
You ever been in
a morgue before?
No, I never have,
or a police station.
My specialty, you
see, is corporation law.
I never deal with
the law at this level.
Well, this shouldn't
take too long.
You might even be able
to make your lunch date.
Here.
Do you know her?
( softly ): Her name is Holly.
Holly Jean Berry.
Girlfriend of yours?
I didn't know her well.
A client?
Not really. I helped
her out of a jam.
She smashed her car up
on a freeway ramp
near the Presidio.
At the hospital, I found
some grass on her.
You acted in court for her, huh?
It never got that far.
I just bailed her out.
When was this?
Last Tuesday.
A week ago yesterday.
Did she mention her birthplace
or anything about her relatives?
She said she came from
Tennessee with her brother.
She did mention
something about an uncle.
Does the brother live here?
As far as I know.
She said he belonged
to some club or group.
Well, do you remember
what club or what group?
Yes, I do. It was halfway house.
He must have had some
problem with drugs a while back.
Looks like it
runs in the family.
That's the trouble
with cops like you,
you equate three joints of
marijuana with the hard stuff.
Farr, I'm gonna
tell you something...
Sign right here
on the line, please.
( suspenseful theme playing )
That guy is not
telling us something.
Every time he opened
his mouth, he was hiding it.
Well, that's a good lawyer.
Lawyer or not, I'd like to get
the whole story
out of him, the truth.
A real smart cop, huh?
College grad, fancy
degree in criminology.
Well, let me tell you something:
Until we get the
preliminary medical reports,
we don't have a case.
And without a case,
we don't have suspects.
So don't you treat him like one.
Because if you do, I'll have you
right back booking shoplifters.
I just got a call
from the chief,
who just got a call
from the mayor.
This town is becoming
a butcher shop.
Ramsey case is the last straw,
and what do we come up with?
Kid's boot.
Wouldn't be so
bad if it didn't come
right on top of
the Donner killing.
At least we found
both her shoes.
Now there's the Berry girl.
You see any connection?
Well, it's too early to tell.
Little Joel Ramsey
and the Donner woman
were both mutilated.
Well, the public thinks
that those two were
murdered by the same killer.
That's what the
press is feeding them.
I am having every bluecoated
department asking questions
twenty-four hours a day.
We're pulling in
anybody that has
anything to say
about Joel Ramsey.
I want you in charge of
that interrogation, Mike.
Okay. Let me clear my desk.
Of what?
The Berry girl.
Did you learn anything
from that lawyer?
Well, I learned
that he doesn't want
to say too much about her.
Her brother's name is Delbert.
Left halfway house
about two weeks ago,
worked at one of
their gas stations.
She was about 20.
Couldn't have been in the
water more than 12 hours.
But she didn't drown.
Look here, behind the left ear.
She died from a blow
to the carotid artery.
And there were other bruises.
Well, she was in an
accident the week before.
Yes, so I understand.
But she wouldn't have survived
a contusion of that severity.
Well, then what about
the needle marks?
It's too early to tell.
They look fresh. No scars.
Any evidence of sexual assault?
No.
I'll start the autopsy
this afternoon.
But my preliminary examination
seems to indicate homicide.
( mysterious theme playing )
Something burning?
Three guesses.
WOMAN: You cops?
Reggie, get on out here.
There's cops in the hall.
Do I look like a cop?
In this neighborhood,
you better believe it.
Name is Saretti. What
can I do for you officers?
Mr. Saretti,
we'd like to ask you
about a tenant of yours,
a Miss Holly Berry.
I told you she'd be trouble.
Don't mind her.
Change makes them jealous,
you know what I mean?
Fact is, Holly is a nice kid.
Hey, is this about her accident?
Well, she totaled her car.
She told you that?
No, she hasn't been here in
over a week, week and a half.
Who told you
about it, her brother?
No, some guy who said
he was a friend of hers.
She have a lot of friends?
Just this guy and her brother.
Oh, and her uncle
come by two, three times.
When was this?
Last week, week before.
Her uncle, does he live in town?
No, he said he was
visiting from out of state.
Lost-touch-with-the-kids
sort of thing, you know?
Do you know where he stays?
I didn't ask him.
How about the brother?
Well, all I know
about him is that
he works in a gas station
on Lombard, near the bridge.
The uncle went
looking for him there.
Well, did the uncle
know about the accident?
Yeah, but it didn't
seem to bother him.
He was more interested
in finding the brother.
Said the brother quit his
job, and he couldn't find him.
Hey, come on, fellas,
what's the trouble, huh?
She's the trouble.
I told you, you let
one of them kids...
STONE: Mrs. Saretti.
Someone else is the trouble.
Holly Berry is dead.
Now, sir, could we see her room?
Yeah, sure.
( ominous theme playing )
Is that a new lock?
Yeah.
She had it put on herself
the last time I saw her.
I think it was a
week ago Friday.
Was she afraid of something?
Who isn't?
And for this, kids leave home.
We try to make
them feel at home.
Say, this friend who told
you about the accident,
do you know his name?
Never saw him before.
About his age, but
a sharp dresser.
Talked nice.
Yeah? Well, how was he dressed?
A suit, with all the flaps.
You know, English-like,
big white tie.
He had long hair, but neat,
like he'd just come
from the beauty parlor.
What'd he want?
He came to pick up
some of her clothes.
You let him in here?
No, he had her keys.
That's how I figured
they were friends.
Do you remember
what clothes he took?
"What clothes?" Just
clothes. He had an armful.
He was in and out of
here in two minutes.
Did you see him drive off?
How could you miss him?
He was driving a yellow Jaguar.
You know, vroom, vroom.
( suspenseful theme playing )
WOMAN: David.
That's a nice name. It
was my father's name.
It means beloved.
( band playing wild rock music )
David, there you are.
Good evening.
You simply must come
and meet all of our guests.
Every female here
has been asking
who that divine young man is.
Now, I want you all
to meet David Farr.
Yes, David is our
very own attorney,
and he is a leading light at
Scobic, Black and Waxman.
And I want... This is Rick. I
wanted you to meet him too
because I think
you'll probably...
I do want you to move
on, here. I've quite a few...
Excuse me, dear.
- -beautiful women here...
Hello, David Farr.
Hello.
If you don't like the heat,
you get out of the engine room.
Um, or something
like that, right?
Right.
I'm supposed to be
representing my firm.
Well, I'm stuck too.
Come on.
Wow.
You must be getting
some kind of vib...
Shhh.
Just listen to the peace.
Don't you like the music?
Yes.
But these private-party gigs
get to be... real bummers.
Oh, you're with the band.
Sometimes, when they're
really stoned, they let me sing.
Well, I take it, tonight,
that they're not stoned.
No. Tonight is the VIP trip.
Any moment, they may
get signed to a big contract.
You don't sound too hopeful.
Well, I wouldn't wanna
badmouth my brother.
How does it go?
"Please don't shoot the
electric-piano player."
But you're the big
mouthpiece tonight,
not a word out of you yet.
So tell me, what's a David Farr?
A David Farr is a
small-town boy in the big city
who's trying very hard to
be learned and sophisticated.
David.
That's a nice name. That
was my father's name.
It means beloved.
Are you beloved?
I never thought about it.
Are you?
Um... I'm beloving.
I'll bet you are.
Now you're supposed to
ask me for my phone number,
but I don't have one.
So...
I'll ask you for your card.
My card?
There you are.
( mysterious theme playing )
Good afternoon, Mr. Farr.
Got a few minutes?
What is this, lieutenant?
We just thought
you'd be interested
in how we got your name.
So I gave her my card.
That's how she
happened to call me
when she needed help.
Did you know she
wore it around her neck?
No, I didn't.
What's more, I fail to see
what that has to do
with her drowning.
She didn't drown, Mr. Farr.
Somebody hit her too hard.
A man saying he
was a friend of Holly's
went by her place last week.
He let himself in with her key,
told the landlord
she'd had an accident,
and then drove off
with some of her clothes
in a yellow Jaguar.
FARR: So that's it.
I did the girl a favor,
and now I'm involved.
Come on.
Hi there, David.
Hi.
It's a bum spare.
I lost my keys last week.
There we are.
All right, let's go over
it once again, shall we?
You met her at
a party on Friday,
you gave her your card.
The next Tuesday,
she called you,
you bailed her out
on the possession rap,
and then you took her home.
No, I didn't take her home.
That's the point. She
was afraid to go home.
Afraid of what?
The accident she had.
You see, she insisted
that it was no accident.
She claimed that some
man in a big black sedan
tried running her off
that freeway ramp.
Look, I felt the same way.
I thought she was giving
me some kind of a line.
And she knew that
I didn't believe her,
but she insisted.
She insisted that someone
was trying to kill her,
that someone was after her.
It had to do with
something her brother saw
in the trunk of someone's car.
What was that?
She didn't know what.
Did she say who this guy was?
No, only that she was
to get in touch with him.
What for?
Well, that's what I asked her.
She only said that her brother
was he only one
that knew the reason.
Oh, come on, Mr. Farr!
You expect us to believe that?
Someone she doesn't
know was trying to kill her
because her brother saw
something in a car trunk.
And she's supposed
to get in touch
with that someone about that,
but she didn't know what?
Listen, lieutenant, I was
as confused as you are.
I figured I'd better
get the girl home.
That's when she went to
pieces, started screaming.
She thought that he'd
be there waiting for her.
So you figured the
girl was a kook, right?
Where'd you take her, Farr?
To a motel.
What motel?
Plantation, on Webster Street.
So to get her off your back,
you dumped her in
a motel, is that right?
I didn't dump her.
I took her where
she'd feel safe.
She ask you to get her things?
No. When we got to the
motel, she fell right asleep.
I figured that when she woke up,
she needed to
change her clothes.
That's when you took her purse
and went back to her place?
Are you implying
that I stole the purse?
I didn't.
I took her keys, let myself in,
left the purse, got the clothes
and brought them
back to the motel.
Do you remember what clothes?
Wait a minute.
Uh...
A print dress, green and
blue, and a yellow pantsuit.
The yellow pantsuit
have a belt in it?
Uh...
Yeah, I think so.
Yellow, same color.
Then he must have followed me.
Hold it there, now.
Wait a minute. I
didn't catch that.
He must've been watching
me in front of the rooming house
and followed me
back to the motel.
Who, Farr?!
Now, who are you talking about?
Whoever she was afraid of,
that's who I'm talking about!
Okay, okay, now,
relax, take it easy,
don't get excited.
Now, we're only talking
about what you did.
What I did?
Right.
I went to the rooming
house, got the clothes,
I brought them to the motel.
She was asleep when I got there.
You never saw her again?
No, I never saw her again.
You left her there, right?
Yeah, that's right,
I left her there.
What would you have
done, Keller, married the girl?
( suspenseful theme playing )
Here it is.
H. Berry. You want
the license number?
Please.
Here, take another look.
Now, you're sure that's the girl
you saw in the
yellow sports car?
CLERK: Yes, I'm sure.
He checked in early.
She stayed in the
car, but I could see her.
Pretty little thing.
I put them in 3-C.
All we want to know
is when she left.
Look, if this is about
her being underage...
No. No.
They pulled her out
of the bay this morning.
Is this the one?
I just saw about it on the news.
What is happening in this city?
All these murders.
First, that little boy...
All I want to know
is when she left
and if she left alone.
Well, I didn't see anyone leave.
Is there anything at
all that you remember?
3-C, Tuesday night.
Yeah. This couple
checked in to 4-C
and complained that their
television wasn't working.
So I went back there to fix it.
And there was this awful
racket coming from next door.
What kind of racket?
This man and woman
yelling at each other.
First, I thought it was the TV,
one of those doctor
shows about young people
or divorces or something.
Did you see anybody come
or go the next morning?
Nope.
I did the linen about
10, they'd gone.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Lieutenant.
Tony's got a witness on
the Ramsey boy's killing.
You type this time. Type, right.
( man speaking in Spanish )
Well, lieutenant, I'd like
you to meet Maria Ramirez.
( both speak in Spanish )
Maria works for a family
named Harrison on Baker Street.
Alice Harrison, six, used
to play with Joel Ramsey.
Now, Maria remembers seeing
Joel get into a car with a man
over two weeks ago.
She speaks no English.
Well, why didn't she
come forward sooner?
She just got back from
two weeks in Tijuana.
Her husband can't
get into the country.
Now, Maria,
just tell me where it is
exactly that you saw Joel
get into that car.
( speaking in Spanish )
( speaking in Spanish )
Barbado.
What does that mean?
Means "beard."
She said he had
a full dark beard,
bushy eyebrows,
drove a black sedan.
You sure of the little
Ramsey boy's boot?
After she described
it, positive.
Good. Get a description
over to Sal's division.
Not the press.
Sure, let 'em have it.
Maybe they'll stay off
our backs for a while.
They milked the boot, now
let 'em chew on the beard.
What about the Berry case?
Two suspects.
The Boy Wonder here,
he likes the lawyer.
But me, I...
I'm still trying to
track down a guy
calling himself her uncle.
Can't you two get together?
Well, then we wouldn't
need each other.
( mellow theme playing )
No, man, he didn't say why.
I just figured he was back on
drugs or something, you know,
and he was ashamed of it.
This place is run by a
halfway house, you know?
Did he leave in a hurry?
Yeah, he came in
and got two days' pay
about 9:00 in the morning.
He said he was quitting.
He didn't give any
reason or anything.
Well, did he leave
with his uncle?
Oh, that guy.
What about him?
Oh, he was bugging me for days.
About what?
Del.
Came in here about
two hours after Del quit.
Thought I was
hiding him someplace.
What did he look like?
Well, he was an oddball.
Sort of pale-looking.
Had a bushy mustache and
wore one of them felt hats.
He was a real creep.
Okay, maybe Del
Berry made a contact.
He's back on junk,
uncle's protecting him.
But what does it
have to do with Holly?
When I see him, I'll ask him.
Hey, where are you headed?
Farr's neighbor.
( doorbell buzzes )
Take it easy, now.
We've got no case against
Farr yet, and he knows it.
Mr. Pyle. Yes.
Oh, you're the gentlemen that
were visiting David yesterday.
That's right. I wonder
if you could help us.
What do you wanna know?
Have you ever seen this girl?
Oh, her, sure.
She was here when?
She's one of his weekend tricks.
Which weekend?
Weekend before last.
Not that I'm a voyeur
or anything like that,
but who could have missed her?
I mean, every time
I opened my door,
she was either coming or going.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Is this standard
procedure, lieutenant?
Intimidating witnesses in
basements and elevators?
I just thought I'd spare
you the embarrassment
by not dropping by your office.
I somehow thought that you
were above cheap shock tactics.
Well, it just so happens
I received a small
shock of my own.
And if you like,
I'll make an appointment
with your secretary
so we can talk about it.
Be direct.
Like you, Mr. Farr?
Not telling me about the weekend
you spent with Holly Berry?
So we saw each other.
Isn't it understandable
that it would be
embarrassing for me
to tell you that in light of
what has happened since?
I don't need that
kind of involvement.
You're involved
whether you like it or not.
So why don't you level with me?
I suppose you spoke
to Larry Pyle next door.
What else haven't you told me?
What else did he tell you?
He told me you were
a green belt in karate.
Haven't you heard about
harassment, lieutenant?
Aren't you cutting
it pretty close
going around, talking
to my neighbors,
asking them questions about me?
How would you like it
if I went by your house,
asked your wife a couple
questions about you?
My wife has been dead
for two years, Mr. Farr.
And if you feel
harassed, I'm sorry.
We're just trying
to do our jobs.
Then stop hounding me.
Find out the man who
took Holly from that motel.
Find out where
she was last week.
Now, we checked that out.
And who was or
wasn't there that night
really doesn't matter, does it?
Unless it was the
person who killed her.
I think it matters,
considering he tried
killing her once before.
Well, now, if I
remember correctly,
you said you didn't
believe that story.
( suspenseful theme playing )
HOLLY: I told you
before, I fell out of the sky.
Just a little old piece of sky.
Beat you back from
the party, mouthpiece.
How'd you get my address?
In the phone book, stupid.
( romantic theme playing )
Where do you come from?
I told you, I fell
out of the sky.
Just, um, a little piece of sky.
A fallen angel.
Well, I don't know
about the angel part.
I've got this idea. Um...
It's a terrific idea.
Why don't we take a shower...
and make some pancakes?
It's 5:00 in the morning.
So what?
( mellow theme playing )
You eat as though you
haven't eaten for a week.
( laughs )
You didn't see me
at that party last night.
I went back for fourths.
I've got a chicken breast
and a chocolate
éclair in my bag.
Well, that's great. We
can take it on the boat.
You've got a boat?
It's out there in the marina.
And we're going sailing today.
Sorry.
Do you have other plans?
No, it's just... Well,
I have, um... Um...
Not a hypochondriac. Hypo...
Well, I have this morbid
fear of the water. It's terrible.
Oh. That's too bad.
Yeah.
What else can we do?
( upbeat theme playing )
Good morning.
How you doing?
Hey, where did you disappear to?
Oh, just feeding
the parking meter.
Yeah, well, one
more trip like that,
and I'll have the
vice squad up here.
Wouldn't it be easier
if I just paid the ticket?
HOLLY: Sugar daddy.
Or better yet, we could
take your car home.
Nope, uh, can't do that.
How come?
Well, somebody might, uh,
wire it with a bomb.
You wouldn't want me in a
million pieces, now, would you?
Oh, I don't know, that
might be kind of restful.
You don't believe me, do you?
About the mad bomber?
No, about somebody
who's after me.
Sure. Sure, with cloven hooves,
horns and a harpoon, huh?
Well, I'll tell you
what you can do.
If he gets me, you can
send flowers to my funeral.
You know, those big
vulgar chrysanthemums.
( both laugh )
I love you.
( carnival music playing )
Come on, Holly.
Come on out of there.
I happen to like it in there.
( laughs )
It's time I took you home.
I told you I wasn't
gonna go back there.
Where would you like
to have me take you?
Why not your place, huh?
Okay. So you
wanna get rid of me.
Okay, mouthpiece, got a quarter?
What for?
Your swan song.
Thanks.
See?
Now you're mine
forever and ever.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( starts car )
I thought "karate"
meant without weapons.
Ha, absolutely. But
also, I am gardener.
Hedge by day, karate
instruction at night.
Japanese art of self-defense
in Chinatown, huh?
And I, Kenji. I'm... I'm
Korean, but American citizen.
You wish, perhaps, enrollment?
No, no, I'd like to ask you
about one of your students.
David Farr.
Oh, yes, Mr. Farr.
But surely the keys
are not police matter.
Keys? What's this about keys?
The keys Mr. Farr claimed
he lost last Thursday night.
No, what I wanted to know was
how long has Mr. Farr
been a student?
Oh, six months.
( speaks foreign dialect )
What's that?
A green belt.
For young man,
this art soon master.
( screams )
You perhaps wish to
observe exhibition tonight
by all students of
Chung Li Wong?
Is Mr. Farr gonna be there?
Well, assuredly, every
Tuesday, Thursday.
I wouldn't miss it.
But don't tell Mr. Farr.
I'd like to make
that my surprise.
My sympathy for missing keys.
Understandably, he's disturbed.
They're lost, preventing
access to apartment,
boat, safe-deposit box.
Truly anxiety.
Boat? Farr's got a boat?
Oh, yes. Splendid sailing craft.
Where's the dock?
I'll check it out.
And me, I've got
20 beards to grill
before the night's over
on that Ramsey case.
Every child molester
in the county
with hair on his face.
A real freak show.
The Berry girl,
no more question it's homicide.
Her hands had been bound, I
found traces of adhesive tape,
and all the hair was
gone from her wrists.
The blow behind
the ear finished her,
but not before someone
really worked her over.
I'd say it was a professional.
( grunts )
( all applaud )
You know, if I hadn't seen
it, I wouldn't have believed it.
Would you?
Clean as a hatchet.
You'd do this any
time, any time you want.
If you gentlemen will excuse me.
STONE: Of course.
We just dropped by
to give you the news.
What news?
Did you find him?
No. It's, uh, about the autopsy.
Miss Berry was
killed, all right,
but only after somebody
worked her over.
The coroner called it a
nice methodical chopping.
MAN: Hiya!
Now, if you happen to
think of anything else,
you know where to get
in touch with us, huh?
( upbeat theme playing )
( tires screech )
Things are going pretty good.
I've been keeping myself busy.
You know, I got
a magazine stand,
corner of Columbus and Filbert.
Been reporting to
your parole officer?
Every third Monday.
What kind of car you
drive, Mr. Washington?
Still got the old Studebaker.
Hey, that's a real
collector's item, isn't it?
KELLER: Lieutenant.
What's the, uh, license number
on that car, Mr. Washington?
Farr.
I found his boat,
A-shore Yacht Club.
He's, uh...
What can I do for you, Mr. Farr?
The question, lieutenant,
is how you can help yourself
from getting hit with a
harassment complaint.
What is your protégé
doing snooping around my boat?
Well, like I said before,
we're just trying
to do our jobs.
You have no right to treat
witnesses as suspects,
and you know that.
Look at it from our
point of view, Mr. Farr.
For all we know, you could
be covering up something.
Or someone, right?
Maybe I can help you.
We need all the help we can get.
Holly's brother said something
about seeing something
in someone's car.
Whatever Holly was afraid
of, that's where it all began.
Yeah?
Well, isn't it obvious?
What?
The brother is the
key to all of this.
Well, he might be,
but he's disappeared.
What if I help you find him?
I don't know about
that "what if?"
If you know something,
you'd better tell us.
If you keep my
name out of the paper.
I can't promise
anything, Mr. Farr,
except to try
and find her killer.
Well, then we're right back
to where we started from.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
I'm making progress
just talking to you.
Look, Stone,
I've taken enough
shoving from you.
Now, I know you're
getting a big kick
out of trying to build a case
against me, but forget it.
I'll go find the brother.
Then we'll see what
kind of a case you've got.
I thought keeping one's cool
was the first
lesson in law school.
Let's go.
( dramatic theme playing )
Say, you people look cold.
Sell a house, buy a boat.
I'll be doggoned if
I'm not gonna enjoy it.
( chuckles )
Say, you're the young fellow
who was down here
before, aren't you?
That's right.
Uh, do you know
your neighbor Mr. Farr?
Dave? Sure.
Uh, who are you gentlemen?
Oh.
What's he done?
We'd like to know how often
he comes down here.
Oh, weekends mostly.
Now, before we do any talking,
don't you think
you ought to tell us
why you want to know about him?
Of course. A girl
he knew was killed.
They pulled her out of the bay.
Then you must have
a certain day in mind.
Tuesday, the day
before yesterday.
Oh, well, he... Uh, he
doesn't usually get down here
until the weekends.
You know he was down
here on Tuesday, Joe.
Okay, Tuesday.
Tuesday night, it was...
It was about 10:00.
But we don't know
it was Dave, Sally.
Well, who could it
have been except Dave?
You should have seen the
way he took the boat out.
He practically
hit our front end.
Bow, Sally.
SALLY: Well, they were
sure bombed on something.
They?
Dave and a girl.
Now, you don't know that, Sally.
Well, I saw them, Joe,
right out of a porthole.
Well, now, why do
you think it was a girl?
Well, it was dark, and, uh,
I... I could only make out
their outlines all bundled up,
but... But she...
Well, whoever it was, was...
Was smaller than he was...
And, well, he was
practically carrying her.
Now, we do this right.
With a warrant.
( somber theme playing )
Thank you.
Sorry to disturb you.
( upbeat theme playing )
( wild rock music playing )
Stick around.
We'll be back in 15.
( chuckling ):
Hey, you still here?
Keep tryin'.
Remember me?
Yeah. You like the music?
Where's Del?
Who are you?
I'm a friend of his sister's.
You a cop?
No, I'm a lawyer.
How did you find us?
Your agent.
( sighs )
Eh, listen, Delbert
isn't seeing anybody.
He's very strung out. You dig?
Look, I know he's hiding out.
I wanna help him
before the police
do come around.
Now...
you tell him to meet
me here tomorrow night,
all right?
You got bread, maybe he'll show.
Tell him I've got bread.
Got some for me too?
( man speaks in Russian )
Lieutenant.
I'm not sure what it means,
but I think he's
talking Russian.
( speaking Russian )
Yeah.
( speaking Russian )
No, no.
( speaking Russian )
He's speaking Russian.
Get Kolinsky down
here from vice,
he speaks it much
better than I do.
Tell him it's the Ramsey case.
But when he comes
in, would you tell him
Inspector Keller called, please?
That's right. Yes.
No, he has my number.
Right. Thank you.
Search warrant come through?
Not yet, but I
called Farr's office,
he called in sick this morning.
But I just called his home,
he's not there either.
A little travel fever?
Uh, maybe he meant what he said
about trying to
find her brother.
Mike, he spends a
weekend with Holly
he doesn't tell us about,
he let's himself into her place,
he goes off with her clothes,
he's seen carting a girl
onto his boat Tuesday night.
Wednesday morning
she ends up in the bay,
killed by a blow to the head
like some quick karate chop.
It's too neat.
You're used to
complicated cases,
this is a neat one.
Sure it's possible
Farr could have killed her.
But it's not that
simple, buddy boy.
Somebody worked her over.
Someone really
went out to punish her.
And I just can't buy Farr
as a premeditating killer.
Mike, what was it
you used to tell me
about human nature?
About what?
Human nature.
I said, uh...
"Just watch out for
the wolf in people."
And that goes for
you too, buddy boy.
That's right, but I'm
for picking him up.
No. Not yet.
Of course, Farr could have been
on that boat Tuesday night.
But somebody could've
worked Holly over,
and dumped her
on him to get rid of.
Wait a minute. You're
saying two killers?
But what's the motive?
If I knew that, I'd
know everything.
Now you're back to
your mysterious uncle.
I never left him.
I'd like to ask Saretti
some more about him.
While Farr skips town?
No, while we're waiting
for the warrant on his boat.
Come on.
SARETTI: Sure she got postcards.
Lots of people get postcards
who've got no phones.
You know that her
brother sent her a postcard
when he left Halfway House,
saying where he had moved.
I don't make a habit
of reading other peoples mail.
STONE: Oh, come on, Mr. Saretti.
Everybody reads the...
The mailmen read them,
you know that, don't you?
You know what? Even I read them.
I can't resist them.
Tsk, he read everything
addressed to her.
Shut your face.
Well, maybe I read a couple.
Remember the messages?
One.
About someone she
was supposed to meet.
Who? Didn't say. Just...
somebody at 6:00 or something.
Any address?
Parking lot across the
street from The Cannery.
What happened to the postcard?
I don't know.
Wait a minute. Her
uncle picked it up.
What did he look like?
Why, he was, eh,
pale-looking, dark eyes.
What I remember
most was his mustache.
It was like a... A walrus.
You didn't happen
to see what kind of car
he was driving, did you?
I don't know what kind it was,
but it was black.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
MAN ( on radio ): Car
302, Lieutenant Stone.
Car 302, come in, please.
Lieutenant Stone.
You got that warrant?
No, but I got a
guy named Caswell
on the phone from the marina.
He says it's an emergency.
Tell him we're on our way.
All right, hotshot, show me.
Drive.
( siren wailing )
( tires screech )
What is it, Mr. Caswell?
His boat, lieutenant.
Inside the cabin.
( tense theme playing )
Don't you think we better
get another kind of warrant?
For the arrest of David
Farr on suspicion of murder.
( upbeat theme playing )
Did he try to sell his boat?
( chuckling): Yeah.
Bit off more than he
could chew, I guess,
what with payments
and maintenance.
Lots of lookers?
No, not really.
Two or three he comes
down with the weekends,
one guy came down by himself.
Oh, a friend of his?
Yeah, it's what I figured.
Dave gives him his
key for a look-see.
Oh, Dave told you this?
No. His friend did.
Down here Monday lunch.
Couldn't make it
over the weekend.
I haven't seen Dave since...
Heh, since he hightailed it out
of here this morning.
What did this friend look like?
He was about 50, I guess.
Looked in great shape.
Tweed cap,
biggest cookie
duster you ever saw.
What's a cookie duster?
A mustache, you...
( tense theme playing )
DOCTOR: This is a
print found on the boat.
And this is another print
taken from the
body of Miss Berry.
They match.
This is another print
found on the boat.
It matches this print.
David Jerome Farr,
courtesy of the Department
of Motor Vehicles.
Any others?
Those were the only ones.
The belt, of course,
is a perfect match.
All right, what's bothering you?
The guy with the mustache?
You bet he bothers me.
He was seen at Holly's place
posing as her uncle.
And now a man with
the same description
is seen with Farr's keys,
posing as a buyer for his boat.
We don't know it's the same guy.
And even if it is,
it doesn't change the fact
that Holly was on Farr's boat.
Yeah, but who took her there?
Well, now you're back
to your two-killer thesis.
I don't know.
Maybe the uncle was using Farr.
Or vice versa.
You never give up, do you?
Give up?
You're the guy that issued
the warrant for Farr's arrest.
I know. I know that. I had to.
With all the evidence
building up against him...
But that other guy,
that's the guy that gets me.
Who was Holly afraid of
that she had to change
her lock on the door?
She didn't even meet
Farr until that night.
On who's word, Farr's?
You're getting to be a good cop.
( chuckles )
You're even giving
me a hard time.
Well, I'll give
you a harder time.
What about the brother?
Oh, he makes it easier.
The uncle was after the brother
because he saw something.
And now Farr's after him too.
I'll bet he saw something.
He needs him as a
witness to clear himself.
Or Farr knows he was a
witness and wants to silence him.
Now, look.
I know we've got a
warrant out for Farr...
but I can't tell Malone
this case is in the bag.
There's too much we don't know.
Well, we are gonna
know a lot more
when we've got Farr locked up.
And for my money,
it's narcotics.
It's keys.
It's got something
to do with keys.
That guy with the
tweed cap and the...
cookie duster...
He's got the keys
to Farr's boat.
And Farr said he lost them.
Kenji's.
Maybe he didn't lose them.
( upbeat theme playing )
( screams )
( grunts )
He was here today?
Two hours ago.
Unaccountably anxious.
He made no accusations,
but his suspicions were clear.
That somebody stole his keys.
Oh, so you too have
spoken with Mr. Farr.
No, no. He wishes
an investigation?
No, no, his thinking
is just two hours
ahead of mine.
And he asked who
was here a week ago,
Thursday night.
Besides the regular students.
Precisely.
Eh, I told him my recollections.
Two observers.
One subsequently joined
our Thursday night classes.
In fact, there she is.
Aiyee. Ay.
( laughs )
Women's' liberation has been
most generous for
our business, heh.
Heh, lucky for you, huh?
( both laugh )
And the other observer?
Uh, as I told Mr. Farr,
most unusual.
There was no hair on his head,
but he wore a moustache
and a full beard.
( sniffs )
Real Jack-the-Ripper
weather, huh, man?
Yeah.
Yeah, the tow truck's
gonna be going all night long.
This uncle,
you were saying you
finally got him off your back.
Yeah, I mean...
he used to come in here
anytime, day or night.
Until I gave him
Del's sister's address.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Where is he?
Oh, Delbert, uh...
He regrets, man. He regrets.
Listen, man.
Del's in trouble and so am I.
( bangs drums )
He needs me and I need him.
We can help each other, got it?
Right.
Right.
( tense theme playing )
Now, that makes
four, doesn't it?
Yeah.
He's seen at Holly's
boarding house.
Then at the gas station
where her brother worked.
Next, to Kenji's where
Farr's keys disappeared.
And last, on Farr's boat.
The man with a
mustache, the uncle.
Wait a minute, you said the guy
at Kenji's had a beard.
And moustache.
( chuckles )
What does he do, put on
a beard for evening wear?
( chuckling ): Maybe.
But we know one
thing for sure now.
There's another guy out there.
( upbeat theme playing )
He's in there?
Yeah, he's there
in the deep freeze.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( coughs )
Where you going?
Hey, baby, I done my chick.
I'm getting out of here.
( Del coughs )
( breaths deeply )
( door slams )
Hello, Del.
The man who calls
himself your uncle,
who is he?
Oh, that weirdo creep.
I never thought... ( sighs )
I never thought he'd
turned on Holly Jean.
Then you do know
who he is, don't you?
Uh... ( sniffs )
I don't know about
no... eh... ( sniffs )
You...
( sighs )
Five minutes.
I'll get me a deck.
I'll get well in
just five minutes.
What was in the car?
( sighs )
A guy drives in for
a tank full... Shhh.
He drives in for a tank full,
just like any other dude,
and you walk around the back,
and you see something.
Huh?
Huh.
Remember?
I can tell he's got bread.
Uh... So I... I figured
on hustling him
for a new set of tires.
So you can pocket the cash?
Ooh.
Man, you so cold.
Where am I cold, Del?
About paying.
He didn't pay us, see,
that's how I hooked him.
He put it on his credit card.
( sighs )
A-and I get the receipt
and then when I lift the keys
to check a spare,
that's when I seen it.
See what?
I s...
( sighing ): Oh, no, man.
I ain't telling you that.
( breaths deeply )
That's money in the
bank, what I seen.
( sighs )
And all we had to do
was just hit him it once.
We're flying high, Holly and me.
We're grooving all the
way back t-to Tennessee.
She's dead, Del. Heh, heh.
Them local dudes are
gonna pop their gourds.
They're gonna say, "Hey...
"ain't that them Berry kids
in that big California car
and all that sweet
music boomin'?"
( chuckles )
She's dead, Del. She's dead.
The dream is over. It's over.
Who is the man? Who is he?
I-I got it in writing.
So you got his name.
And you saw something.
You thought he might
pay you not to talk about it.
And you told Holly.
You made her the go-between.
You crazy, man.
I didn't tell Holly
Jean nothin'.
Yeah, you used her Del.
I-I never... ( sighs )
I never figured he'd do it.
You used her...
and so did I.
I liked your sister.
Maybe I even loved her.
If I'd have given
myself half a chance.
But when she needed me the most,
I ran out on her.
I left her alone.
You know the funny thing?
I could've saved myself
if I had helped her.
Now you and me...
You and me, we're
both in trouble.
What's his name?
Maybe it's in there.
( sighs )
Maybe it ain't no more.
( ringing )
Keller here.
Farr, where are you?
Let me talk to Stone.
Uh, let me see if I can get him.
( whispers ): Trace it.
Look, he's not here right now.
But if it's any consolation,
we know about the keys.
Then you know
somebody stole them.
Uh, well, let's put it this way.
We know someone
else is involved.
The man who posed
as Holly's uncle.
Why are you so
concerned about me
all of a sudden, Keller?
You trying to spot the
phone I'm calling from?
I'll save you the trouble.
I'm in a phone booth
off the Embarcadero.
I've located Delbert Berry.
He's in the old ice house
at Samson at Lombard.
( door slams )
( suspenseful theme playing )
I didn't hear you coming.
I-I got something for you.
( grunts )
( sighs )
What I'm trying to tell you
is just be careful,
will you, Farr?
This guy might be watching you.
He followed you to the motel,
he might have followed
you to the brother's place.
We'll be right there.
I've given you everything
you need, Keller.
The name of the
game was blackmail.
But the game backfired.
I'm hanging up now.
Don't be a fool, just
stay right where you are.
You're gonna need protection.
Until you figure this thing out,
you're right, I will
need protection.
From you.
( tense theme playing )
( grunts )
( sirens wailing )
( action theme playing )
( tires screech )
All right, get out an APB
on the yellow sports Jag.
License number...
Wait. I got it.
235 PCE.
235 PCE. Yes, sir.
Hank,
run a DMV check
on this car, will you?
Don't say it.
I'm not saying anything.
Say, do you see a TV
set around here anywhere?
OFFICER ( on radio ): 2-10-7
on the alarm. KMA 438, clear.
All units, central 2
advises, code four.
No merit in the
alarm in the bank...
Repeating. No merit
in the alarm... Well,
he didn't die of an overdose
as you're probably thinking.
That's not what I'm thinking.
He died of a
ruptured carotid artery.
Exactly like the Berry girl.
He was her brother.
STONE: Any report
on that car yet?
No. But one thing's certain.
He didn't get across
the Golden Gate.
The bridge is closed.
Twenty-car pile up on
the northbound lanes.
We'll get him. He can't get far.
I hope you're right.
I've worked for 48 hours
straight up. I'm beat.
( mysterious theme playing )
ANNOUNCER: At the
moment, tow trucks are working
to clear the wreckage
from both lanes.
But the bridge is not
expected to re-open
until 1:00 this morning.
Cars and trucks have been
backed up for three miles
on the Marin County approaches.
The traffic bureau
strongly urges motorists
to avoid the area.
On the international scene,
the United States, the
Soviet Union and Britain,
in ceremonies in their capitals,
signed ratification
papers in a treaty
banning nuclear and other
mass destruction weapons
from the seabed outside
a 12-mile coastal zone.
Secretary of State,
William P. Rogers,
said at the
ratification ceremony
that the entry into
force of the treaty
was an important step
toward international control
over weapons of
mass destruction.
The treaty negotiated
by the Geneva
Disarmament Conference...
( scrape )
( ominous theme playing )
Gregory Praxas,
21 Ocean Bluff
Drive, San Francisco.
1970 Dodge.
That's over west of Presidio.
You think Sacramento can get
me a DMV picture on this guy?
It's the middle of
the night, lieutenant.
Oh, now, he's got no record.
Come on, Larry. Do me a favor.
Wake somebody up.
OFFICER: Castro, huh?
What'd he looked like?
Wake up, Mr. Farr.
That's better.
Now we can talk.
Eye to eye.
Who are you?
( chuckles )
The first question. "Who?"
What do you want with me?
Excellent. What and who?
But shouldn't you be
asking why, Mr. Farr?
( grunting )
Ask why.
Why?
Because, like the
proverbial mountain, Mr. Farr,
you were there.
You were there to use,
therefore, I used you.
( action theme playing )
( knocking )
Oh, no.
WOMAN: Steve.
Oh, yes. Come on, lover boy.
Did you find Farr?
No, but would you
settle for an uncle?
"Angel of Death, 1957.
"Diamond hunters
encounter a jungle tribe
"who worship a strange
and powerful white man
"they believe to be the
indestructible angel of death.
Starring Gregory Praxas."
Sounds like a real winner.
Hey, what, does this guy
shave his head or something?
Remember what Kenji said?
Besides the mustache
and the beard,
the stranger was
completely bald.
Where's the mustache and beard?
Read it again, buddy
boy. Read it again.
What? The guy's an actor?
Right.
( mysterious theme playing )
We still haven't answered
our original question.
What's that? What Del
Berry saw in the trunk.
Well, maybe Mr. Praxas
can answer that too.
( doorbell rings )
( door closes )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Okay. You try it. You ring.
Mr. Praxas?
Praxas, yes.
Isn't it a little early
for this kind of...?
I'm Lieutenant Stone.
Inspector Keller,
San Francisco Police.
How can I help you, gentlemen?
Well, if you don't
mind talking out here.
I beg your pardon,
Lieutenant. Come in.
Inspector.
Gentlemen.
Come in sit down. Let me
offer you some refreshments.
Tea or coffee.
No. No, thank you.
No?
Mr. Praxas, Mm.
Your name was found on
the body of a young man
who died last night
near the Embarcadero.
Oh, dear.
His name was Delbert Berry.
Berry?
Berry.
I don't recall any such person.
What on earth was he
doing with my name?
Well, we think he
sold you some gas.
You see, we found this oil
company receipt on his body
with your signature on it.
And we wondered what he
was doing with a station copy.
I wonder too.
Perhaps he got busy.
Put it in his pocket
and forgot about it.
Well, that occurred to us.
See, there's something else too.
We found a television
log near his body.
And as you can see,
the corner of this
page has been torn out,
and there's a listing... Ah.
Of a very early movie
of yours on that corner.
Well, yes, that explains it.
Poor fellow must have
recognized my name.
It's really rather
touching, you know,
all the television
exposure of these old films
has made celebrities of
Hollywood's relics like me.
Strictly off the record, sir,
where were you last night?
Are you suggesting, lieutenant...
Oh, I'm not suggesting anything.
It's strictly routine,
Mr. Praxas.
You see, this young man,
Delbert Berry, was murdered.
Oh.
Last night.
Last night, I had
my dinner alone,
and then I went
out for a little while
to get a breath of
ai... ( bird squawking )
If you'll excuse me,
I'm keeping a
cat for a neighbor,
and he turns out
to be quite a rascal.
You sure I can't interest
you in some coffee or tea?
No. No, thank
you. No, thank you.
Real three dollar bill.
Did you feel his
handshake? Yeah.
Like a vice.
You were saying you
went out for a bit of fresh air.
Well, yes, lieutenant. I, uh...
I own some
property in Belvedere.
I often drive over
there at night and...
I walk under the pines.
Have you gentlemen
finished with me?
Do you remember what
time it was when you left?
You mean last
night? Yes, last night.
Oh, probably about 10:00.
And you got back...?
Oh, just before midnight.
See, I too am an inveterate
late-night movie watcher.
Last night, it was Maltese
Falcon on channel 9.
You say you drove to Belvedere.
That's across the bay, isn't it?
Yes.
You were back by midnight?
I said that, yes.
There was a 20-car
pile up last night.
The bridge was closed
between 10 and 1.
Take the other
side of the house.
( dramatic theme playing )
Praxas!
Drop that gun.
I'll break his neck.
Throw it away.
( action theme playing )
( grunts )
Stop.
You cannot hurt me.
( indistinct radio chatter )
It was Farr, he'll be okay.
What about you? I'm all right.
( solemn theme playing )
This belonged to
little Joel Ramsey.
Chamber of horrors.
That box probably contains
half the unsolved murders
in San Francisco County.
A real maniac.
With a face for every role.
There's Holly's uncle.
And there is the
man that kidnapped
and murdered a six-year-old boy.
Sometimes he wore them together.
And Holly's brother
was the first man
to identify Praxas
as the killer.
The killer of little
Joel Ramsey.
That's why Praxas had
to kill Del and Holly...
and frame somebody else.
How did Del identify Praxas?
( dramatic theme playing )
Give me the keys.
There it is.
( knocking on door )
Come in.
We came by to compare bruises.
How are you feeling?
Okay.
The guy was some
gorilla, wasn't he?
I'm glad you came by.
I'm sorry I misjudged you.
You didn't.
The fact is, I could
have saved her life.
That's what I felt.
Even though I knew
you hadn't killed her,
I couldn't forgive you for
abandoning her at that motel.
Yeah, well, I can't
forgive myself.
Oh, come on.
Let's get off of this
forgiving business.
Here, I thought
you'd like to keep that.
Uh, come on, hotshot,
we've got work to do.
Take care.
( dramatic theme playing )
( funky action theme playing )