The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 1, Episode 18 - A Room with a View - full transcript
A war among gambling bosses is being waged. Stone and Keller attempt to locate and protect a vital witness from a hit man who has charmed his way into a lonely schoolteacher's apartment in order to secure a clear shot at his victim.
( funky jazz theme playing )
ANNOUNCER: The
Streets of San Francisco.
A Quinn Martin production.
Starring Karl Malden.
Also starring Michael Douglas.
With guest stars:
Steve Forrest...
Michael Strong...
Richard Anderson.
Special guest star:
Shirley Knight Hopkins.
Tonight's episode:
"A Room with a View."
Hiya, Marty, sweetheart.
Let's have today's sheet, huh?
Thanks, pal.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Say, Marty. Hey, tomorrow.
Same time, same
station. Okay, pal?
Whoa! Oh!
Oh. Oh, hey. Look at that. Oh.
I'm a slob, Marty.
Look at this here.
I'll get that.
I... I'm sorry.
Dropped my glasses.
I'm... Yeah, I am too.
I'm awfully sorry.
You all right?
Yes. Good.
Nobody got hurt, no
harm done, no foul balls.
Everybody's all right.
Could you do me a little favor?
You got this change here,
and I could use the change.
I gotta make a phone call later.
I'll give you a
dollar. What? I...
You give me the
change, all right? I don't...
Here count it. Eighty-two.
You just only got 80 cents.
Eighty-two. It's a good deal.
Thanks a lot, right.
Y... You're welcome.
( mysterious theme playing )
( gunshot ) ( woman gasps )
( tense theme playing )
Oh, those bookies.
The only time they look
at their watch is post time.
Think he's really gonna show up?
Oh, yeah.
Put yourself in his shoes.
You're a two-bit bookmaker,
just beginning to make it,
and suddenly a big
wheel syndicate boss
like Hoyt Llewellyn
begins to move in.
Nothing for you to do
but pack up and run
or yell your head off.
Chaffee is a yeller.
( chuckles )
Say, wait a minute.
Did I show you
this new snapshot?
Yeah, it's a great shot.
Yeah. She looks
happy, doesn't she?
She does and pretty.
Jeannie's blossomed
into such a lovely lady.
Yeah, she has.
What time you got now?
Half past.
You wanna hang
in a little longer?
Buddy boy, anybody
who's gonna give us
Llewellyn and his whole
gambling operation,
we wait for.
You know, Jean
is with Brad's folks.
You know that, don't you?
Brad's the guy she's
going with. Yeah.
His folks have a place
up in the mountains.
Snow, skiing, all that stuff.
Christmas-y.
Hey, dispatch has
been trying to raise you.
Healy, I told the fellows
at dispatch where we'd be.
Look, Roy Chaffee's
brother just got killed.
Frankie got killed?
I guess they heard
Roy was gonna talk.
When? About 45 minutes ago.
Over on 24th Street,
right near Castro.
How?
Gizmo with a shotgun shell.
Wired into the ignition.
Pow.
Professional.
Llewellyn.
He knew Roy was coming to us.
So why didn't he hit Roy?
Cause he couldn't find him.
Roy's been hiding underground.
That's where he'll
probably stay, underground.
Then I figured on some
downtime, Mr. Llewellyn.
Clean hit and all,
but the cops have gotta
put something together.
They've got to figure
that Hoyt Llewellyn
contracted the hit
if they've got your name.
Artie, how would you
like Buenos Aires?
I'd like it fine.
Then that's where it'll be,
after you handle this
Roy Chaffee business.
This address is his
hideout, if it's fresh.
Ten minutes old.
If he isn't there,
he isn't anywhere.
You know, this is within
three blocks of the hit.
How's Abbey Groat
gonna take this?
He used to be very close
to the Chaffee brothers.
Exactly right. Used to
be. He's in my pocket now.
Anyway, you don't
have to handle him, I do.
You handle that.
You got it.
( mysterious theme playing )
It's taped to the underside
of the steering column.
Shotgun shell.
Yeah, wired into the
ignition. I've seen 'em before.
Yeah.
Now what we've got to know is,
what have you got on Llewellyn?
Nothing. Zip.
I might get lucky
and lift a print off the
metal part of the casing,
but the pipe's been wiped.
The wire is ordinary.
Whoever rigged this,
must have worn gloves.
They work fast and clean.
Do you think Llewellyn
has anything to do with it?
Jim, anybody see the
guy who wired this?
Nobody remembers him, Steve.
No description, but
we're still checking.
Well, what about Frankie?
Didn't anybody see
him on the street?
Somebody following
him? Anything?
Yes, sir. There was a lady.
She talked to him just before.
My partner's trying
to find her name.
You stay with him. Yes, sir.
Mike! STONE: Yeah?
Mike, that, uh,
surveillance request
you put out on Art Styles,
they spotted his car.
Nine hundred
block, Church Street.
You want an
inspector team on him?
Mm-mm. No.
Steve, you tag him, okay? Right.
Now, don't move in without me.
You got nothing to bust him on.
Unless he goes after Roy.
Yeah, unless.
I'm gonna have a
talk with Llewellyn.
Good luck. Thanks.
Here, take my keys. Thanks.
( jazzy action theme playing )
( tense, mysterious
theme playing )
Lieutenant, I don't understand
why you're so concerned.
You're concerned about me.
I've been right here.
Right here on this boat all day.
Ask Abbey.
And what about
that gunsel of yours?
What about Art Styles?
Right here. Right here with me.
And if you're considering
rousting him like
you are me, let me...
Let me remind you
that I have an attorney.
An attorney that's
very, very sensitive.
Very sensitive about harassment.
Now, if you wanna talk,
be prepared to make an
arrest and make it stick.
Otherwise... Sure.
Sure. I met your lawyer.
You were here too, huh?
The three of you.
See no evil, hear no
evil and speak no evil.
Groat, why did you stand by
and let him scratch Frankie?
I'm out of it, lieutenant.
I hardly knew Frankie.
Like Llewellyn says,
nobody here knows the Chaffees.
Roy Chaffee started you.
He picked you up when you were
hustling punchboards
at a buck a throw
and made you a bookie
runner just like Frankie.
Frankie stayed a
runner, but not you.
You moved up.
You built your own organization.
Rumor. I got no organization.
Oh, don't give
me that "rumor" bit.
I got your biography
on booking slips.
Now, you owe the Chaffees.
LLEWELLYN: A sower
of discontent, Abbey.
He's a sower of discontent.
Llewellyn, here, he
muscled in on Chaffees.
He wants to take over
all the gambling in the
city, didn't you know that?
What's to stop him from
cutting you out next?
Do I look worried?
Lieutenant...
Are you finished?
Are you through
playing taps for Frankie?
And if you are, maybe you can
find your way off this
boat and back to your car.
No.
I've got a couple of
minutes left on the meter.
And I want you to understand
that if you lay a
hand on Roy Chaffee,
I'm gonna have your
arm up to the elbow.
So you just stay away from him.
And keep your friend
Styles away from him too.
As for you, anybody
that has you as a friend
doesn't need an enemy.
He's on a fishing expedition.
Abbey, I'm sorry
I didn't have time
to tell you about
this Frankie thing.
It was one of those
last-minute things.
There was no other way.
Roy was going to the police.
How'd you find out, Hoyt?
How could you be sure?
Oh, I was sure.
I had his phone
tapped for over a year.
How about, uh, mine, Hoyt?
( chuckles )
You, uh... You tap my phone?
I didn't hear that.
Now, tell me about Mason.
We all set for tonight?
Sure.
Shipyard, 10:00.
We'll take my
car. No, no, no, no.
Not your car, Abbey.
My car.
Your car.
( knocking on door )
( knocking )
Hi.
Hello.
I'm Art Styles.
I'm really sorry
about being this late.
Oh, I...
I think you must have the
wrong apartment, Mr. Styles.
No, I don't think so.
You're Mary Grace, right?
Mary Rae.
Dortmunder.
Dortmunder?
Oh, boy, I really blew
it. Take a look at that.
"Mary Grace Littlefield."
Oh, you're just one block off.
This address is
just down the street.
You were close.
Wrong girl, I'm afraid.
Wrong name, right girl.
Could I use your phone?
And your phone book? I
don't have the right number.
Thanks, Mary Rae.
That's nice. Very nice view.
Yes.
I've been living
here for six years.
It's a lovely view.
Can you find your number?
Yeah.
Listen, is it okay
if I say something?
I mean, I usually say
what I think straight out.
Some people get...
Well, you know...
What I'd really
like to say is that,
I'd just as soon not
make that phone call.
Well... ( grunts and sighs )
What I'd like to do is just
sit here and talk.
Whatever.
Oh, I... I don't
think you'd find that
very interesting, Mr. Styles.
I'm a teacher.
I was just correcting papers.
Well, what could it hurt?
Here, I haven't been
to school since I was 12.
It could only help, Mary Rae.
Well... Would you
like some coffee?
Sure, sounds good.
Mary Rae.
I like it here.
( gentle romantic
theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( jazz theme playing )
Hi.
Okay, my friend.
Third floor on the front.
Doing what?
He's with a girl.
Mary Rae Dortmunder.
Mary Rae Dortmunder?
That's a crummy name
for a go-go dancer.
She's a teacher.
Schoolteacher.
Well, that's better.
Mary Rae Dortmunder.
Now, that's a good
name for a schoolteacher.
But tell me, what is Styles
doing with a schoolteacher?
He's learning.
Lessing ran her name for us.
No record.
Teaches at Everett
Junior High, 31.
No connection with Llewellyn
or Chaffees as far as we know.
This is the worst looking
BLT I've ever seen.
Well, it's the best I could do.
Well, what else did you do?
I got nowhere.
If Chaffee is hiding
out in San Francisco,
he's dug himself a deep hole.
Healy and Siletti are
staked out at his house,
and as far as we know
he hasn't been
around for over a week.
You know, I was thinking, uh,
his wife's about to
have a baby, right?
Yeah, so?
Well, doesn't it make sense
that he'd wanna see her?
You know, see
if she's all right?
Possibly.
But if he does, Healy nails him.
Say, uh, how 'bout Styles?
Does it look as though he's
gonna hang around for a while?
Looks that way, yeah.
Good.
What do you say we don't
eat in the car for a change?
Let's go somewhere
where they've got a...
A nice, white tablecloth.
Oh, I'm with you.
That sounds terrific.
You like that, huh? Yeah.
I'll call in for relief.
Eight-one to stakeout.
MARY RAE:
You're... You're right.
Uh, of course, in a way,
it... It is for children, but...
But it has something to
say to... To everybody.
Saint-Exupéry wasn't
only a children's writer.
He was a pilot
and an adventurer.
And a romantic.
He... The Little Prince
is about humanity and love.
Mary Rae, where
do you live, anyway?
I'm... I... I'm
not sure I follow.
I mean, you're
talking about Byron.
Lord Byron and those sisters.
The Brontes.
All that fairyland thing.
I mean, you live
out here somewhere,
where the wallpaper never warps,
the toilets don't back up.
Well, I...
I just talk about what
I believe, I guess.
Do you really know any
people like you talk about?
I mean, here, now, on
this planet, in this city.
There are people
who think the way I do.
Who?
Teachers?
Have you got a guy, Mary Rae?
I've... Sort of.
Well, now, you either
got a guy or you don't.
I guess it is that
simple, after all.
No, I don't.
I'd better clear the dishes.
Sure.
Guess who's staying.
I'm not going back to
my place, Mary Rae.
I like it here.
But I have to make a call first.
Hand me the
telephone, would you?
Thank you, Mary Rae.
LLEWELLYN: Hello?
STYLES: How are
you? How goes it?
LLEWELLYN: You tell me, Artie.
Everything's
fine. It's right on.
I'm looking right
down the barrel
at Chaffee's place this minute.
If he's in there and
he moves, he's dead.
Where are you calling from?
A chick's place. Looks
right over Chaffee's.
And, uh...
How are you gonna
handle that, Artie?
The chick?
Oh, that's no problem.
If you, uh...
If you score on Roy, you
can't leave her, you know.
Oh, I know. I'll handle it.
Artie, uh...
Maybe you'd
better handle it now.
Before.
I haven't let you down
yet, have I, Mr. Llewellyn?
You're seeing Mason tonight.
Is he coming in with us?
Yeah, it's all set.
I just got the final
figures on the operation.
The handle on the football
and basketball pools alone
come to nearly... Get
this... one million-six.
Abbey just walked in.
We're leaving now.
I ought to be with
you, Mr. Llewellyn.
Abbey Groat's a bag of
snakes and you know that.
Yeah, I know.
But as long as you can keep
the, uh, snakes in the bag, huh?
Artie, you call me when
everything's handled, huh?
Okay.
Everything, Artie.
Artie Styles?
That's right, Abbey.
You've got him on Roy?
Roy? Roy Chaffee? Oh!
You know Artie.
He's with some girl.
Ten o'clock, right?
Sure.
( mysterious theme playing )
Hey, you don't like my driving?
You... You drive too fast, Hoyt.
Oh, there's, uh...
There's Mason.
Good.
Coming, Hoyt?
Just a minute.
I can't get this, uh...
This seat belt off.
Forget it, Hoyt. It
isn't gonna release.
Hm?
The boys jimmied it.
( bangs )
Abbey.
Stone was right.
You can't dump everybody, Hoyt.
That's for Frankie.
Hey!
Hey, wait a minute!
GROAT: Let's go.
He can't come out.
Roy was gonna go to your people.
He would have told
you about Mr. Llewellyn.
And we knew it would've
meant a jail sentence for Roy.
But Roy's not a big
criminal like Llewellyn.
He takes bets on
horses and ball games.
We make a living.
But we don't kill.
They kill.
Frankie was a nice little guy.
Why did they have to
murder him like that?
Because they know
how Roy thinks.
The murder was to show him
what would happen
if he came to us,
and Llewellyn was hoping
he'd do exactly what he did.
He wanted him to hide?
Until they could find him, yes.
When's your baby due?
Now.
Today, tomorrow.
If I told you where Roy is
and he told you what
you wanna know...
Then we could protect him.
The other way, he's just
a... He's a walking target.
This way he has a chance.
He can see his baby.
( phone ringing )
Yes?
Who?
Just a minute.
Sergeant Haseejian.
Yeah, Norm.
You're kidding.
What pier?
All right.
No, I got nothing.
Right.
Divers found Llewellyn's
body in the bay. ( sighs )
He's dead.
You wanna call your
husband and tell him?
Was Art Styles with him?
Then Roy stays
right where he is.
You come back.
Talk to me again
when Styles is dead too.
Mrs. Chaffee.
When everybody who can hurt Roy
is in prison or dead,
then come back.
Great, we got
nothing to nail him on
and she wants him
in prison or dead.
That's what the lady said.
Anyway, I put two men outside.
Good.
I wonder how
Styles will take this.
If Styles wants to make a move,
Healy'll flag us.
Yeah, that's him.
That's Llewellyn.
Looks like Groat
used his golden rule
before he could.
Which one's that?
Do unto others before
they do unto you.
( knocking )
Miss Dortmunder?
Yes?
Lieutenant Stone.
Inspector Keller.
Homicide.
Oh, is it about Mr. Chaffee?
Yes, it is.
I told one of your men.
We collided on the sidewalk.
He asked me if I had
change for a dollar,
and then he went to his car.
The only time I
ever saw the man.
STONE: You're a
friend of Art Styles.
Did this friendship with
him have anything to do
with your being on 24th
Street at that particular time?
No, of course not.
W-What does Art Styles
have to do with that murder?
Well, we're not really sure,
but we thought you
might be able to help us.
Well, I... I... I can't
believe that he...
It... It isn't possible.
He isn't li... Like that.
Well, how well do you
really know Arthur Styles?
I know him.
Do you know how
he makes his living?
I'm afraid there must
be some mistake.
The Arthur Styles that I know...
Well, this is the Arthur
Styles that we're talking about.
I don't know anything
about that murder.
I don't... I don't think I want
to talk about this anymore.
If you'll excuse me, I
have a faculty meeting.
Excuse me.
You know, I don't really think
she knew about this man.
She does now.
( gentle, romantic
theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
Who is it?
Over there, behind
those windows.
Who is it?
What's the difference?
It's nobody you know.
Touch that doorknob, Mary Rae,
and I'll kill you
where you stand.
Lock it.
Bring me the key.
( tense theme playing )
That's why you're here.
( clumps )
That's all you wanted.
A room with a view.
( jazz theme playing )
DISPATCHER: Unit
four has checked in
and reports no
movement by subjects.
Inspectors 3-4 will
assume surveillance.
Will Inspectors 8-1
maintain position?
Eight-one will
maintain stakeout.
You know, your hunch
better be on the money.
It has to be. First child.
Oh, you know all
about that, huh?
No, no.
No, I just figure
that a bookie's wife
with this much heat on
wouldn't use her phone.
She'd figure either
Llewellyn's guys
got it tapped or we do.
This way, when she's
ready to have the baby,
she'll get in touch with him or
she'll phone him somewhere.
Just a hunch, huh?
Yeah.
Not a bad one, buddy boy.
Well, thank you.
( laughs )
STYLES: No, I don't
know Roy Chaffee.
And no, he never
did anything to me.
It's just business.
MARY RAE: Do you like it?
This business?
I don't like it and
I don't hate it.
I'm just in it.
I just wondered what makes a man
want to murder two
people he hardly knows.
Money? Is that...
Now, look, you
stay out of my head.
You just sit there.
Keep out of my
way and don't push.
Hello.
This is the answer
service, right?
This is Art Styles.
No, you've already got
me down for a callback,
but why isn't
Mr. Llewellyn picking up?
Well, when did he
pick up his calls last?
All right, when he calls
have him call me, huh?
There's a story by
Ernest Hemingway...
Stories. What's
this with stories?
Does nothing real
ever happen to you?
It's called "The Killers."
It's about a man named Swede.
He's being chased by killers.
He's running.
The way you're
running from the police.
( tense action theme playing )
( honks )
Eight-one to headquarters.
And Swede, he took jobs he hated
in towns he didn't like,
and the killers were
always after him.
Chasing him.
Nobody's chasing me.
They're sure you
killed Frank Chaffee.
Lieutenant Stone,
Inspector Keller, they said so.
They showed me your picture.
It was a clean hit.
Nobody can put me with it.
They knew you were here.
They'll know if
you kill that man,
if you kill me.
Who said I'd kill you?
Common sense says.
Look, Mary Rae, I didn't
come up here to get it.
( gentle, romantic
theme playing )
Hello.
This is Art Styles again.
Didn't Mr. Llewellyn
check in yet?
No, I haven't been listening
to the radio for a while.
When?
He finally gave up.
Swede. He finally knew
he couldn't run anymore.
He just sat in his
room and waited.
Shut up, Mary Rae.
They hit the man I work for.
Well... Well, then, doesn't...
Doesn't that mean
it's stops, Art?
Or do they have to kill you now?
Or do you... Do
you still have to
kill that man across the street?
Explain it to me. I
don't understand.
I don't expect
you to understand.
It doesn't come in a book.
Well, tell me, then.
Doesn't it just go on
and on until you're dead
and they're dead?
And the men your people
and their people hire are dead?
Where does it stop?
It stops when everybody quits.
Then quit.
Please.
I can't, Mary Rae.
That man could have
fingered my boss.
Put him away for life.
He could do the same to me.
( mysterious theme playing )
( phone ringing )
Hello.
It's Angela. Are...
Are you all right?
Angela, where are you?
A phone booth on Sanchez.
It's time, Roy.
I... I have to go
to the hospital.
Llewellyn's dead, Roy.
Are you sure?
You didn't hear that from
Abbey Groat, did you?
From the police,
Inspector Keller.
He got the call
right at the house.
Abbey must have done it, Roy.
Why don't you call him,
see where you stand?
What about Art Styles?
I don't know.
Can you come with me, Roy?
Okay, I guess.
Yeah.
I'll be right there.
Please call Abbey.
You got to know.
All right.
Did she put one
coin in that box?
I think it was one, yeah.
Local call. Figures.
He's right smack in the middle
of a half a million people.
Did you say she knew
all about Llewellyn?
She was right there
when I got the word.
Great. Mmm.
This could break it wide open.
Stay on that cab's bumper.
( action theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
Art.
Please.
Please quit.
Let it stop right here.
I have a car.
It's parked near the apartment.
Take it.
Get on the phone.
Find out when's the next flight
out of here to L.A.
They leave every
hour, on the half hour.
Check it.
Wouldn't you know, a fire.
Mike, we're gonna lose them.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
This is Sanchez.
Move right on the next one.
Do you know that
we're within five blocks
of that place we're staking out?
That's why Styles was
hanging in at the teacher's.
You bet your sweet badge it is.
He's sitting on Roy Chaffee.
( jazz theme playing )
Teacher.
Art Styles and a teacher.
( honks )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( gunshot )
( wailing )
Art! Oh!
( whimpers )
Jimmy, hold it.
He split. He didn't get far.
Mike, he's got the girl.
Take the back stairs. Right.
Art Styles.
Say, get him to the
hospital and stay with him.
You'd better take her too.
KELLER: It's a blue
Maverick. PCE-616.
Eight-one to headquarters.
In pursuit of a blue Maverick.
California license
number... PCE-616.
PCE-616.
Suspect: Art Styles.
Armed. Dangerous.
Has hostage.
Probable destination:
San Francisco International.
The airport?
That's what the
telephone book said.
What?
Come on, just move
it. I'll tell you later.
There he is. He's
still behind us.
( chuckles )
Abbey Groat.
What does that
mean? What do we do?
We?
There's no we.
I thought you needed
me as a hostage.
Do you think your
being in the way
would stop the guys in that car?
Now, we'll be
lucky to get Styles
before he gets to the terminal.
Come inside, Mary Rae.
See if she knows
where he's headed.
What plane?
He said he was
going to Los Angeles.
Let's go.
WOMAN ( over PA ): Final
call for Flight 74 for Los Angeles,
boarding at Gate 3.
Final call for Flight
74 for Los Angeles,
boarding at Gate 3.
Flight 4 to New York
now loading Gate 7.
Hold it!
All right, drop it. Drop it.
Get over here.
Turn around.
Here, cuff this one.
Take him to the hospital.
( tense theme playing )
WOMAN: Flight 19, Flight
1-9, now arriving Gate 2.
From Chicago, Flight 19.
Get this thing stopped.
Now arriving Gate
2 from Chicago.
( whimpers )
( woman speaking
indistinctly over PA )
Yeah, ever since she's
been away to school
and came home for
Christmas holidays,
why, we'd go somewhere
where it was fancy.
Top of the Mark,
Ernie's, L'Etoile.
Just to kinda
celebrate, you know?
That's very nice.
I think you said
her name was Jean.
I did, yes. Jean.
Well, anyway, she met
a med student this year,
and they decided to spend
the holidays with his folks.
She's very
beautiful, lieutenant.
Yeah, they tell me she
takes after her mother.
( chuckles ) Yeah.
You know, I...
I made a reservation
about a month ago,
thinking that she and Brad
would be home for the holidays.
It would be crazy not to use it.
The Island House.
You know where it is?
Have you ever been there?
No, I've never been
there, lieutenant.
Mike.
It's in Sausalito.
It's got a beautiful
view of the bay.
Sort of like a... A fairyland.
( laughs )
I guess I'd feel
right at home, then.
You know what they say
about teachers of literature.
Romantics, right?
Well, uh, what do you
say, the three of us?
I'll pick you up at 7:30.
That would be lovely.
Thank you.
Oh, I showed you
the picture, didn't I?
No, no. I've never
seen that picture.
Oh, well, take a look.
I'm kidding you,
I've seen it before.
It's lovely. It's terrific.
Yeah, terrific.
Terrific, yeah.
( cool jazz theme playing )
ANNOUNCER: The
Streets of San Francisco.
A Quinn Martin production.
Starring Karl Malden.
Also starring Michael Douglas.
With guest stars:
Steve Forrest...
Michael Strong...
Richard Anderson.
Special guest star:
Shirley Knight Hopkins.
Tonight's episode:
"A Room with a View."
Hiya, Marty, sweetheart.
Let's have today's sheet, huh?
Thanks, pal.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Say, Marty. Hey, tomorrow.
Same time, same
station. Okay, pal?
Whoa! Oh!
Oh. Oh, hey. Look at that. Oh.
I'm a slob, Marty.
Look at this here.
I'll get that.
I... I'm sorry.
Dropped my glasses.
I'm... Yeah, I am too.
I'm awfully sorry.
You all right?
Yes. Good.
Nobody got hurt, no
harm done, no foul balls.
Everybody's all right.
Could you do me a little favor?
You got this change here,
and I could use the change.
I gotta make a phone call later.
I'll give you a
dollar. What? I...
You give me the
change, all right? I don't...
Here count it. Eighty-two.
You just only got 80 cents.
Eighty-two. It's a good deal.
Thanks a lot, right.
Y... You're welcome.
( mysterious theme playing )
( gunshot ) ( woman gasps )
( tense theme playing )
Oh, those bookies.
The only time they look
at their watch is post time.
Think he's really gonna show up?
Oh, yeah.
Put yourself in his shoes.
You're a two-bit bookmaker,
just beginning to make it,
and suddenly a big
wheel syndicate boss
like Hoyt Llewellyn
begins to move in.
Nothing for you to do
but pack up and run
or yell your head off.
Chaffee is a yeller.
( chuckles )
Say, wait a minute.
Did I show you
this new snapshot?
Yeah, it's a great shot.
Yeah. She looks
happy, doesn't she?
She does and pretty.
Jeannie's blossomed
into such a lovely lady.
Yeah, she has.
What time you got now?
Half past.
You wanna hang
in a little longer?
Buddy boy, anybody
who's gonna give us
Llewellyn and his whole
gambling operation,
we wait for.
You know, Jean
is with Brad's folks.
You know that, don't you?
Brad's the guy she's
going with. Yeah.
His folks have a place
up in the mountains.
Snow, skiing, all that stuff.
Christmas-y.
Hey, dispatch has
been trying to raise you.
Healy, I told the fellows
at dispatch where we'd be.
Look, Roy Chaffee's
brother just got killed.
Frankie got killed?
I guess they heard
Roy was gonna talk.
When? About 45 minutes ago.
Over on 24th Street,
right near Castro.
How?
Gizmo with a shotgun shell.
Wired into the ignition.
Pow.
Professional.
Llewellyn.
He knew Roy was coming to us.
So why didn't he hit Roy?
Cause he couldn't find him.
Roy's been hiding underground.
That's where he'll
probably stay, underground.
Then I figured on some
downtime, Mr. Llewellyn.
Clean hit and all,
but the cops have gotta
put something together.
They've got to figure
that Hoyt Llewellyn
contracted the hit
if they've got your name.
Artie, how would you
like Buenos Aires?
I'd like it fine.
Then that's where it'll be,
after you handle this
Roy Chaffee business.
This address is his
hideout, if it's fresh.
Ten minutes old.
If he isn't there,
he isn't anywhere.
You know, this is within
three blocks of the hit.
How's Abbey Groat
gonna take this?
He used to be very close
to the Chaffee brothers.
Exactly right. Used to
be. He's in my pocket now.
Anyway, you don't
have to handle him, I do.
You handle that.
You got it.
( mysterious theme playing )
It's taped to the underside
of the steering column.
Shotgun shell.
Yeah, wired into the
ignition. I've seen 'em before.
Yeah.
Now what we've got to know is,
what have you got on Llewellyn?
Nothing. Zip.
I might get lucky
and lift a print off the
metal part of the casing,
but the pipe's been wiped.
The wire is ordinary.
Whoever rigged this,
must have worn gloves.
They work fast and clean.
Do you think Llewellyn
has anything to do with it?
Jim, anybody see the
guy who wired this?
Nobody remembers him, Steve.
No description, but
we're still checking.
Well, what about Frankie?
Didn't anybody see
him on the street?
Somebody following
him? Anything?
Yes, sir. There was a lady.
She talked to him just before.
My partner's trying
to find her name.
You stay with him. Yes, sir.
Mike! STONE: Yeah?
Mike, that, uh,
surveillance request
you put out on Art Styles,
they spotted his car.
Nine hundred
block, Church Street.
You want an
inspector team on him?
Mm-mm. No.
Steve, you tag him, okay? Right.
Now, don't move in without me.
You got nothing to bust him on.
Unless he goes after Roy.
Yeah, unless.
I'm gonna have a
talk with Llewellyn.
Good luck. Thanks.
Here, take my keys. Thanks.
( jazzy action theme playing )
( tense, mysterious
theme playing )
Lieutenant, I don't understand
why you're so concerned.
You're concerned about me.
I've been right here.
Right here on this boat all day.
Ask Abbey.
And what about
that gunsel of yours?
What about Art Styles?
Right here. Right here with me.
And if you're considering
rousting him like
you are me, let me...
Let me remind you
that I have an attorney.
An attorney that's
very, very sensitive.
Very sensitive about harassment.
Now, if you wanna talk,
be prepared to make an
arrest and make it stick.
Otherwise... Sure.
Sure. I met your lawyer.
You were here too, huh?
The three of you.
See no evil, hear no
evil and speak no evil.
Groat, why did you stand by
and let him scratch Frankie?
I'm out of it, lieutenant.
I hardly knew Frankie.
Like Llewellyn says,
nobody here knows the Chaffees.
Roy Chaffee started you.
He picked you up when you were
hustling punchboards
at a buck a throw
and made you a bookie
runner just like Frankie.
Frankie stayed a
runner, but not you.
You moved up.
You built your own organization.
Rumor. I got no organization.
Oh, don't give
me that "rumor" bit.
I got your biography
on booking slips.
Now, you owe the Chaffees.
LLEWELLYN: A sower
of discontent, Abbey.
He's a sower of discontent.
Llewellyn, here, he
muscled in on Chaffees.
He wants to take over
all the gambling in the
city, didn't you know that?
What's to stop him from
cutting you out next?
Do I look worried?
Lieutenant...
Are you finished?
Are you through
playing taps for Frankie?
And if you are, maybe you can
find your way off this
boat and back to your car.
No.
I've got a couple of
minutes left on the meter.
And I want you to understand
that if you lay a
hand on Roy Chaffee,
I'm gonna have your
arm up to the elbow.
So you just stay away from him.
And keep your friend
Styles away from him too.
As for you, anybody
that has you as a friend
doesn't need an enemy.
He's on a fishing expedition.
Abbey, I'm sorry
I didn't have time
to tell you about
this Frankie thing.
It was one of those
last-minute things.
There was no other way.
Roy was going to the police.
How'd you find out, Hoyt?
How could you be sure?
Oh, I was sure.
I had his phone
tapped for over a year.
How about, uh, mine, Hoyt?
( chuckles )
You, uh... You tap my phone?
I didn't hear that.
Now, tell me about Mason.
We all set for tonight?
Sure.
Shipyard, 10:00.
We'll take my
car. No, no, no, no.
Not your car, Abbey.
My car.
Your car.
( knocking on door )
( knocking )
Hi.
Hello.
I'm Art Styles.
I'm really sorry
about being this late.
Oh, I...
I think you must have the
wrong apartment, Mr. Styles.
No, I don't think so.
You're Mary Grace, right?
Mary Rae.
Dortmunder.
Dortmunder?
Oh, boy, I really blew
it. Take a look at that.
"Mary Grace Littlefield."
Oh, you're just one block off.
This address is
just down the street.
You were close.
Wrong girl, I'm afraid.
Wrong name, right girl.
Could I use your phone?
And your phone book? I
don't have the right number.
Thanks, Mary Rae.
That's nice. Very nice view.
Yes.
I've been living
here for six years.
It's a lovely view.
Can you find your number?
Yeah.
Listen, is it okay
if I say something?
I mean, I usually say
what I think straight out.
Some people get...
Well, you know...
What I'd really
like to say is that,
I'd just as soon not
make that phone call.
Well... ( grunts and sighs )
What I'd like to do is just
sit here and talk.
Whatever.
Oh, I... I don't
think you'd find that
very interesting, Mr. Styles.
I'm a teacher.
I was just correcting papers.
Well, what could it hurt?
Here, I haven't been
to school since I was 12.
It could only help, Mary Rae.
Well... Would you
like some coffee?
Sure, sounds good.
Mary Rae.
I like it here.
( gentle romantic
theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( jazz theme playing )
Hi.
Okay, my friend.
Third floor on the front.
Doing what?
He's with a girl.
Mary Rae Dortmunder.
Mary Rae Dortmunder?
That's a crummy name
for a go-go dancer.
She's a teacher.
Schoolteacher.
Well, that's better.
Mary Rae Dortmunder.
Now, that's a good
name for a schoolteacher.
But tell me, what is Styles
doing with a schoolteacher?
He's learning.
Lessing ran her name for us.
No record.
Teaches at Everett
Junior High, 31.
No connection with Llewellyn
or Chaffees as far as we know.
This is the worst looking
BLT I've ever seen.
Well, it's the best I could do.
Well, what else did you do?
I got nowhere.
If Chaffee is hiding
out in San Francisco,
he's dug himself a deep hole.
Healy and Siletti are
staked out at his house,
and as far as we know
he hasn't been
around for over a week.
You know, I was thinking, uh,
his wife's about to
have a baby, right?
Yeah, so?
Well, doesn't it make sense
that he'd wanna see her?
You know, see
if she's all right?
Possibly.
But if he does, Healy nails him.
Say, uh, how 'bout Styles?
Does it look as though he's
gonna hang around for a while?
Looks that way, yeah.
Good.
What do you say we don't
eat in the car for a change?
Let's go somewhere
where they've got a...
A nice, white tablecloth.
Oh, I'm with you.
That sounds terrific.
You like that, huh? Yeah.
I'll call in for relief.
Eight-one to stakeout.
MARY RAE:
You're... You're right.
Uh, of course, in a way,
it... It is for children, but...
But it has something to
say to... To everybody.
Saint-Exupéry wasn't
only a children's writer.
He was a pilot
and an adventurer.
And a romantic.
He... The Little Prince
is about humanity and love.
Mary Rae, where
do you live, anyway?
I'm... I... I'm
not sure I follow.
I mean, you're
talking about Byron.
Lord Byron and those sisters.
The Brontes.
All that fairyland thing.
I mean, you live
out here somewhere,
where the wallpaper never warps,
the toilets don't back up.
Well, I...
I just talk about what
I believe, I guess.
Do you really know any
people like you talk about?
I mean, here, now, on
this planet, in this city.
There are people
who think the way I do.
Who?
Teachers?
Have you got a guy, Mary Rae?
I've... Sort of.
Well, now, you either
got a guy or you don't.
I guess it is that
simple, after all.
No, I don't.
I'd better clear the dishes.
Sure.
Guess who's staying.
I'm not going back to
my place, Mary Rae.
I like it here.
But I have to make a call first.
Hand me the
telephone, would you?
Thank you, Mary Rae.
LLEWELLYN: Hello?
STYLES: How are
you? How goes it?
LLEWELLYN: You tell me, Artie.
Everything's
fine. It's right on.
I'm looking right
down the barrel
at Chaffee's place this minute.
If he's in there and
he moves, he's dead.
Where are you calling from?
A chick's place. Looks
right over Chaffee's.
And, uh...
How are you gonna
handle that, Artie?
The chick?
Oh, that's no problem.
If you, uh...
If you score on Roy, you
can't leave her, you know.
Oh, I know. I'll handle it.
Artie, uh...
Maybe you'd
better handle it now.
Before.
I haven't let you down
yet, have I, Mr. Llewellyn?
You're seeing Mason tonight.
Is he coming in with us?
Yeah, it's all set.
I just got the final
figures on the operation.
The handle on the football
and basketball pools alone
come to nearly... Get
this... one million-six.
Abbey just walked in.
We're leaving now.
I ought to be with
you, Mr. Llewellyn.
Abbey Groat's a bag of
snakes and you know that.
Yeah, I know.
But as long as you can keep
the, uh, snakes in the bag, huh?
Artie, you call me when
everything's handled, huh?
Okay.
Everything, Artie.
Artie Styles?
That's right, Abbey.
You've got him on Roy?
Roy? Roy Chaffee? Oh!
You know Artie.
He's with some girl.
Ten o'clock, right?
Sure.
( mysterious theme playing )
Hey, you don't like my driving?
You... You drive too fast, Hoyt.
Oh, there's, uh...
There's Mason.
Good.
Coming, Hoyt?
Just a minute.
I can't get this, uh...
This seat belt off.
Forget it, Hoyt. It
isn't gonna release.
Hm?
The boys jimmied it.
( bangs )
Abbey.
Stone was right.
You can't dump everybody, Hoyt.
That's for Frankie.
Hey!
Hey, wait a minute!
GROAT: Let's go.
He can't come out.
Roy was gonna go to your people.
He would have told
you about Mr. Llewellyn.
And we knew it would've
meant a jail sentence for Roy.
But Roy's not a big
criminal like Llewellyn.
He takes bets on
horses and ball games.
We make a living.
But we don't kill.
They kill.
Frankie was a nice little guy.
Why did they have to
murder him like that?
Because they know
how Roy thinks.
The murder was to show him
what would happen
if he came to us,
and Llewellyn was hoping
he'd do exactly what he did.
He wanted him to hide?
Until they could find him, yes.
When's your baby due?
Now.
Today, tomorrow.
If I told you where Roy is
and he told you what
you wanna know...
Then we could protect him.
The other way, he's just
a... He's a walking target.
This way he has a chance.
He can see his baby.
( phone ringing )
Yes?
Who?
Just a minute.
Sergeant Haseejian.
Yeah, Norm.
You're kidding.
What pier?
All right.
No, I got nothing.
Right.
Divers found Llewellyn's
body in the bay. ( sighs )
He's dead.
You wanna call your
husband and tell him?
Was Art Styles with him?
Then Roy stays
right where he is.
You come back.
Talk to me again
when Styles is dead too.
Mrs. Chaffee.
When everybody who can hurt Roy
is in prison or dead,
then come back.
Great, we got
nothing to nail him on
and she wants him
in prison or dead.
That's what the lady said.
Anyway, I put two men outside.
Good.
I wonder how
Styles will take this.
If Styles wants to make a move,
Healy'll flag us.
Yeah, that's him.
That's Llewellyn.
Looks like Groat
used his golden rule
before he could.
Which one's that?
Do unto others before
they do unto you.
( knocking )
Miss Dortmunder?
Yes?
Lieutenant Stone.
Inspector Keller.
Homicide.
Oh, is it about Mr. Chaffee?
Yes, it is.
I told one of your men.
We collided on the sidewalk.
He asked me if I had
change for a dollar,
and then he went to his car.
The only time I
ever saw the man.
STONE: You're a
friend of Art Styles.
Did this friendship with
him have anything to do
with your being on 24th
Street at that particular time?
No, of course not.
W-What does Art Styles
have to do with that murder?
Well, we're not really sure,
but we thought you
might be able to help us.
Well, I... I... I can't
believe that he...
It... It isn't possible.
He isn't li... Like that.
Well, how well do you
really know Arthur Styles?
I know him.
Do you know how
he makes his living?
I'm afraid there must
be some mistake.
The Arthur Styles that I know...
Well, this is the Arthur
Styles that we're talking about.
I don't know anything
about that murder.
I don't... I don't think I want
to talk about this anymore.
If you'll excuse me, I
have a faculty meeting.
Excuse me.
You know, I don't really think
she knew about this man.
She does now.
( gentle, romantic
theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
Who is it?
Over there, behind
those windows.
Who is it?
What's the difference?
It's nobody you know.
Touch that doorknob, Mary Rae,
and I'll kill you
where you stand.
Lock it.
Bring me the key.
( tense theme playing )
That's why you're here.
( clumps )
That's all you wanted.
A room with a view.
( jazz theme playing )
DISPATCHER: Unit
four has checked in
and reports no
movement by subjects.
Inspectors 3-4 will
assume surveillance.
Will Inspectors 8-1
maintain position?
Eight-one will
maintain stakeout.
You know, your hunch
better be on the money.
It has to be. First child.
Oh, you know all
about that, huh?
No, no.
No, I just figure
that a bookie's wife
with this much heat on
wouldn't use her phone.
She'd figure either
Llewellyn's guys
got it tapped or we do.
This way, when she's
ready to have the baby,
she'll get in touch with him or
she'll phone him somewhere.
Just a hunch, huh?
Yeah.
Not a bad one, buddy boy.
Well, thank you.
( laughs )
STYLES: No, I don't
know Roy Chaffee.
And no, he never
did anything to me.
It's just business.
MARY RAE: Do you like it?
This business?
I don't like it and
I don't hate it.
I'm just in it.
I just wondered what makes a man
want to murder two
people he hardly knows.
Money? Is that...
Now, look, you
stay out of my head.
You just sit there.
Keep out of my
way and don't push.
Hello.
This is the answer
service, right?
This is Art Styles.
No, you've already got
me down for a callback,
but why isn't
Mr. Llewellyn picking up?
Well, when did he
pick up his calls last?
All right, when he calls
have him call me, huh?
There's a story by
Ernest Hemingway...
Stories. What's
this with stories?
Does nothing real
ever happen to you?
It's called "The Killers."
It's about a man named Swede.
He's being chased by killers.
He's running.
The way you're
running from the police.
( tense action theme playing )
( honks )
Eight-one to headquarters.
And Swede, he took jobs he hated
in towns he didn't like,
and the killers were
always after him.
Chasing him.
Nobody's chasing me.
They're sure you
killed Frank Chaffee.
Lieutenant Stone,
Inspector Keller, they said so.
They showed me your picture.
It was a clean hit.
Nobody can put me with it.
They knew you were here.
They'll know if
you kill that man,
if you kill me.
Who said I'd kill you?
Common sense says.
Look, Mary Rae, I didn't
come up here to get it.
( gentle, romantic
theme playing )
Hello.
This is Art Styles again.
Didn't Mr. Llewellyn
check in yet?
No, I haven't been listening
to the radio for a while.
When?
He finally gave up.
Swede. He finally knew
he couldn't run anymore.
He just sat in his
room and waited.
Shut up, Mary Rae.
They hit the man I work for.
Well... Well, then, doesn't...
Doesn't that mean
it's stops, Art?
Or do they have to kill you now?
Or do you... Do
you still have to
kill that man across the street?
Explain it to me. I
don't understand.
I don't expect
you to understand.
It doesn't come in a book.
Well, tell me, then.
Doesn't it just go on
and on until you're dead
and they're dead?
And the men your people
and their people hire are dead?
Where does it stop?
It stops when everybody quits.
Then quit.
Please.
I can't, Mary Rae.
That man could have
fingered my boss.
Put him away for life.
He could do the same to me.
( mysterious theme playing )
( phone ringing )
Hello.
It's Angela. Are...
Are you all right?
Angela, where are you?
A phone booth on Sanchez.
It's time, Roy.
I... I have to go
to the hospital.
Llewellyn's dead, Roy.
Are you sure?
You didn't hear that from
Abbey Groat, did you?
From the police,
Inspector Keller.
He got the call
right at the house.
Abbey must have done it, Roy.
Why don't you call him,
see where you stand?
What about Art Styles?
I don't know.
Can you come with me, Roy?
Okay, I guess.
Yeah.
I'll be right there.
Please call Abbey.
You got to know.
All right.
Did she put one
coin in that box?
I think it was one, yeah.
Local call. Figures.
He's right smack in the middle
of a half a million people.
Did you say she knew
all about Llewellyn?
She was right there
when I got the word.
Great. Mmm.
This could break it wide open.
Stay on that cab's bumper.
( action theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
Art.
Please.
Please quit.
Let it stop right here.
I have a car.
It's parked near the apartment.
Take it.
Get on the phone.
Find out when's the next flight
out of here to L.A.
They leave every
hour, on the half hour.
Check it.
Wouldn't you know, a fire.
Mike, we're gonna lose them.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
This is Sanchez.
Move right on the next one.
Do you know that
we're within five blocks
of that place we're staking out?
That's why Styles was
hanging in at the teacher's.
You bet your sweet badge it is.
He's sitting on Roy Chaffee.
( jazz theme playing )
Teacher.
Art Styles and a teacher.
( honks )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( gunshot )
( wailing )
Art! Oh!
( whimpers )
Jimmy, hold it.
He split. He didn't get far.
Mike, he's got the girl.
Take the back stairs. Right.
Art Styles.
Say, get him to the
hospital and stay with him.
You'd better take her too.
KELLER: It's a blue
Maverick. PCE-616.
Eight-one to headquarters.
In pursuit of a blue Maverick.
California license
number... PCE-616.
PCE-616.
Suspect: Art Styles.
Armed. Dangerous.
Has hostage.
Probable destination:
San Francisco International.
The airport?
That's what the
telephone book said.
What?
Come on, just move
it. I'll tell you later.
There he is. He's
still behind us.
( chuckles )
Abbey Groat.
What does that
mean? What do we do?
We?
There's no we.
I thought you needed
me as a hostage.
Do you think your
being in the way
would stop the guys in that car?
Now, we'll be
lucky to get Styles
before he gets to the terminal.
Come inside, Mary Rae.
See if she knows
where he's headed.
What plane?
He said he was
going to Los Angeles.
Let's go.
WOMAN ( over PA ): Final
call for Flight 74 for Los Angeles,
boarding at Gate 3.
Final call for Flight
74 for Los Angeles,
boarding at Gate 3.
Flight 4 to New York
now loading Gate 7.
Hold it!
All right, drop it. Drop it.
Get over here.
Turn around.
Here, cuff this one.
Take him to the hospital.
( tense theme playing )
WOMAN: Flight 19, Flight
1-9, now arriving Gate 2.
From Chicago, Flight 19.
Get this thing stopped.
Now arriving Gate
2 from Chicago.
( whimpers )
( woman speaking
indistinctly over PA )
Yeah, ever since she's
been away to school
and came home for
Christmas holidays,
why, we'd go somewhere
where it was fancy.
Top of the Mark,
Ernie's, L'Etoile.
Just to kinda
celebrate, you know?
That's very nice.
I think you said
her name was Jean.
I did, yes. Jean.
Well, anyway, she met
a med student this year,
and they decided to spend
the holidays with his folks.
She's very
beautiful, lieutenant.
Yeah, they tell me she
takes after her mother.
( chuckles ) Yeah.
You know, I...
I made a reservation
about a month ago,
thinking that she and Brad
would be home for the holidays.
It would be crazy not to use it.
The Island House.
You know where it is?
Have you ever been there?
No, I've never been
there, lieutenant.
Mike.
It's in Sausalito.
It's got a beautiful
view of the bay.
Sort of like a... A fairyland.
( laughs )
I guess I'd feel
right at home, then.
You know what they say
about teachers of literature.
Romantics, right?
Well, uh, what do you
say, the three of us?
I'll pick you up at 7:30.
That would be lovely.
Thank you.
Oh, I showed you
the picture, didn't I?
No, no. I've never
seen that picture.
Oh, well, take a look.
I'm kidding you,
I've seen it before.
It's lovely. It's terrific.
Yeah, terrific.
Terrific, yeah.
( cool jazz theme playing )