The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 1, Episode 24 - Shattered Image - full transcript
A high-powered Commerce Dept. official is harpooned on a pleasure boat. Stone and Keller sift through the suspects, among whom are a senator, a boat builder and the grieving widow, who is an old friend of Stone's from the Potrero.
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ANNOUNCER: The
Streets of San Francisco.
A Quinn Martin production.
Starring Karl Malden.
Also starring Michael Douglas.
With guest stars: Barbara Rush,
Dick Sargent,
Jim Davis,
Jeff Corey,
Richard Ely.
Tonight's Episode:
"Shattered Image."
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( mysterious theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( knocks )
KELLER: All right.
All right, I'm coming.
With hours like this,
I might as well have
gone to med school.
Med school, huh?
Going's one thing,
getting through's another.
Yeah, right now,
all I'm worried about
is getting through the
day without any breakfast.
What are we rushing
about anyway?
Harbor patrol dragged in a boat.
Looks like some guy on that boat
got careless with a spear gun.
They want us to check it out.
A fishing party?
No, he was by himself
when they spotted it.
What time is that?
Around 7.
Spotted by a Japanese freighter.
Was it inbound or outbound?
In.
Better check to see if anybody
onboard saw anything else.
The captain's name was Tajima.
He said there was another boat
or a person near it.
You really know
how to make a guy
feel like a slow
starter, don't you?
Well, what do I need
with beauty sleep?
You got a name on the victim?
Marshall.
Fred Marshall.
Fred Marshall? You're kidding.
Name mean something?
Well, there may
be more than one...
but the man I'm thinking of
is a bigwig in Washington.
Think it's the
Department of Commerce.
The word is he's being
groomed for the next
senatorial election.
Even the man who's
stepping down wants him,
Ralph Bowen.
How do you keep
up with all that stuff?
Interests me.
Heh. You got any other info?
He's on a boat.
At the dock.
Steel shaft through his heart.
( mysterious theme playing )
That's him.
This wasn't an accident.
How come so fast?
Marshall was a...
He was a water freak.
Half the pictures I ever saw,
he was either in a boat
or standing in a wet suit
with some world's-record fish.
Couldn't he make one mistake?
Not like that, no.
No, anybody with his experience
would never load a
spear gun out of the water.
Well, uh, how
about another kind?
Let's say the people kind.
Well, the papers
never sounded like that.
You know, he's
good-looking, good speaker,
married to the right woman.
She was always in the
fashion page in the newspaper,
on television for
some good cause.
( clicks )
You got a knife? OFFICER: Mm-hm.
Here, cut this.
What do you got?
Well, this is all his
equipment here. It's all dry.
Well, so is the gun.
Here, shake it.
( click )
How long does it take for
a thing like that to drain?
This has been used today.
Was he in the water, doc?
No.
His hair and his suit is dry.
Probably been wiped from prints,
but have the lab
take a look anyway.
OFFICER: Yes, sir.
We'll also have them lift
anything on the ladder here.
OFFICER 2: Right.
Well, he was from out of town.
Say, uh... whose boat was this?
Belongs to Reed Bradshaw.
The shipping guy?
Yes, sir.
Say, didn't you say that
Marshall was in commerce?
He is, yeah.
Okay.
Let's find out where
he was staying
and what he was doing here.
( tires screech )
( mysterious theme playing )
STONE: Lap of luxury.
KELLER: Can't get much classier.
So, what's so good
about being a doctor?
Gonna get you better places?
The difference is room
service with a suite
or wandering around the lobby
here with a hungry stomach.
Come on, let's hit the
coffee shop before we go in.
You can't afford it. Heh.
May I help you, sir?
Yes. Would you give this
to the manager, please?
What is it?
Search warrant.
Police. Keep your hands
right where they are.
I beg your pardon?
Lieutenant... this
is Boyd Caldwell.
Mr. Marshall's
administrative assistant.
He has the adjoining suite.
Oh, I see. Um...
thank you very much.
If we need anything
else, we'll let you know.
Fine, fine.
Lieutenant Stone, Homicide.
Inspector Keller.
Excuse me, but you do know
Mr. Marshall is dead?
Yes.
The coroner's asked
me to come down
to make an identification.
Something in that
stack of papers?
You need to do that?
( sighs )
These are documents
to be presented
to an investigating subcommittee
of the United States Senate.
Really? Mm-hm.
Well, then I think
they ought to be
left right where they are.
Now, wait a minute.
Mr., uh, Caldwell, we
have reason to believe
that Marshall's death
is not an accident.
CALDWELL: That's crazy.
Of course it was an accident.
Why would anyone
want to kill Fred Marshall?
Something in that
stack of papers maybe.
Now, look.
( sighs )
His death was an accident.
( door closes )
And I have to have
these papers to prepare
for the investigating
committee of Senator Bowen.
KELLER: We need everything to be
just the way
Mr. Marshall left it.
Now there's a court order
on its way to seal this room.
( door closes )
One call to Washington,
you'll never get it.
You pick up one more paper,
and you're gonna be arrested
for obstruction of justice.
You have no right to intim...
You wanna hear all about rights?
He'll read 'em to you.
Otherwise, maybe you just
ought to go back
into your own room.
All right, lieutenant.
But these papers and
the rest of Mr. Marshall's
personal effects will be flown
to Washington with his body.
Probably this afternoon.
KELLER: The body remains here.
Belongs to the city
of San Francisco
till after the autopsy.
Autopsy?
That's right.
Er, now, look, we're not talking
about some... drunk
found dead in an alley.
Mr. Marshall was
a man of substance,
a beloved public servant.
Somebody loved him so much
that they drilled
him with a spear gun.
I-I-I do trust you'll, uh...
phrase that a little
more delicately
when you discuss
this with Mrs. Marshall?
Well, is she here?
She's on an incoming flight.
I'm meeting her at
the airport at noon.
While you're out there, don't
get any ideas about leaving.
And give you free
reign to... assassinate
the character of a dead man?
Not likely.
So, what do you think?
Well, I think that the
city hall switchboard
is gonna be in for a
very, very good workout.
( chuckles ) Yeah.
Look at this. Huh?
You know that ship builder
whose boat Marshall was on?
Yeah, Bradshaw?
Yeah.
He had a development deal
with the government going.
Now what do you
know about contracts?
Just enough to let the DA's
office translate them for me.
Okay.
Let's get all this
stuff over there,
have a detail in
here for prints.
I'll look for
Bradshaw and, um...
since you're so
interested in politics...
why don't you go down
to the Federal Building
and have a talk with that, um...
Oh, what's his...
The senator, what's his name?
Bowen. Ralph Bowen.
BOWEN: I just don't know
what to say, inspector.
That young man
was so... vigorous,
so... vibrant.
That's just hard to
accept somehow.
And, uh, you're investigating.
That means you suspect that
Fred's death was,
uh, deliberate?
Well, I understand your office
is investigating too, senator.
Do you have any reason
to believe it was deliberate?
Well, are you implying
that Fred was involved
with anything dishonest?
No, sir. No, we don't have
any information like that now.
But I was hoping I could
discuss the nature...
I handpicked that young
man to succeed me in Senate.
Do you think I'd put my
reputation behind him
if I thought he was involved
with anything dishonest?
Well, then it wasn't his office
that you were investigating?
Absolutely not. It was a...
general investigation into
the misuse of public funds.
Uh, specifically large
contracts to industry.
Well, why was it being
held in San Francisco?
Well, there's a pilot
program going on in this town
to create a, um...
new kind of merchant ship.
One built with new materials
and... new techniques.
A product our
technology must create
in order to keep pace with
low-cost foreign shipyards.
Well, where did Marshall fit in?
Well, the program was
administered through his office.
He was merely going to give
them the department's position
on cost-plus contracts
with shipbuilders.
Does that include people
like Reed Bradshaw?
I'm sorry, uh, inspector.
Now you're getting
into confidential matters.
The subject for my
investigation, not yours.
Marshall was killed on
Bradshaw's boat, senator.
Will you accept some
advice, Mr. Keller?
Sure.
Let Fred Marshall rest in peace.
That's exactly the same advice
I got from Marshall's assistant.
And with good reason.
I'd like to know them.
Oh, come now.
You've seen them all your life.
The people love a
good smear campaign.
They delight in having
someone's name
dragged through the mud.
And that's the same public
that's elected you to Washington
all these years,
isn't it, senator?
Just seems strange that
you, above of all people,
wouldn't respect their
ability to tell the difference
between a lie and the truth.
The truth I'm concerned with
at the moment, young man...
is the threat to an extremely
important government program.
All I'm saying is
that any scandal
surrounding the
death of Fred Marshall
can only destroy the
objectivity of the people,
no matter how highly
we both regard them.
Now you'll have to excuse me.
I have a meeting.
( distant horn blowing )
Say, uh, where
can I find Bradshaw?
Excuse me, Mr. Bradshaw?
Yeah.
I wonder if I could
see you for a moment?
Lieutenant Stone,
San Francisco Police.
Be right with you, lieutenant.
You boys see if
you can iron this out.
I'll be right back.
About, uh, Fred Marshall, huh?
Something you'd like to
know about the boat?
Yes. Just a few questions.
Sure.
I, uh... just thinking.
I wasn't down there at all.
Been up to my elbows
in work around here lately.
Maybe you'd like to
talk to my deckhands.
You keep a crew?
( scoffs )
Have to. We got
two pleasure boats.
Lend 'em out to VIPs.
You know how it goes.
Everybody thinks
he's a sailor, right?
( chuckles ): Yeah.
Booze flows and the boat goes.
Snap gets caught in the
block at the top of the mast,
and the prop gets fouled...
Say, excuse me, but, um...
I thought that Marshall
went out alone.
Well, that's different.
Fred was a sailor, you know.
You knew him quite well?
Yeah, but not as
well as I'd liked to.
He was... really quite a guy.
One in 10 million maybe.
Well, did you know that
he went out on the
boat this morning?
Yeah, I told him it's his
as long as he was in town.
You lent it to him personally?
( chuckles )
Comer like that?
I made it a point
to, lieutenant.
Good for business.
Well, it, uh...
It's rather touchy, isn't it?
I mean, dealing with
government business like that?
Well, now, lieutenant,
you did say SFPD,
didn't you, not IRS?
Yes, I did. Homicide.
Homicide? That's right.
I wonder if you'd mind
giving me the specifics
on that government contract.
The one that Marshall's
office was administering.
You bet I mind.
If I'm right about
what I think's
going on between
the lines here...
What's going on is a
homicide investigation.
You really like your job,
don't you, lieutenant?
Gun on the hip,
instant authority.
Come to a place like
this, collar the headman...
roust him a little, give
him the third degree...
Pretty heady stuff, isn't it?
Look, Mr... No, you look.
Take a look at all this.
I laid everything I had
on the line to build it
from bankrupt corporation
to a big-money company
while you hid behind
the city payrolls.
The authority I got, I earned.
And I'm not about to
stand here and listen
to a lot of loaded
questions from somebody
who's pulling his
clout from my taxes.
Now anything else you want
from me, you see my attorney.
Unless you got a warrant
for my arrest in your pocket.
I don't need a warrant.
But if you want to give
me your attorney's name,
I think it would be wise
if he and I had a talk.
I'll do just that.
( car doors close )
You see Bradshaw?
Oh, yeah.
He's a big shot.
( snickers )
Gave me this.
Mm.
Big-shot lawyer.
Yeah. One of the biggest.
Get anything from the senator?
Filibuster.
( laughs )
Politics still interest you?
He gave me such a spiel
about a general investigation
into the misuse of...
Must be the lady.
If that's the price of
being a public figure...
I want it.
Yeah, the price
can get pretty high
in a crowd like that.
I got two men inside.
You have?
Yeah.
Do you know I really
think you would have
made it through medical school?
I really do, eh?
( chuckles )
Come on.
Yes, the hearings will
definitely be postponed.
And that's all for now, please.
Mrs. Marshall just wants to
be alone for a while. I'm
sure you can understand that.
Where was she when
she heard about it?
STONE: All right, Hank.
No more questions.
Fellas, come on.
Let's move it out. No
more pictures. Get back.
MAN: Come on, fellas.
KELLER: Give us a break,
will you? Move it back...
Police, miss. We'd like
to help you get through.
KELLER: Caldwell,
give me a hand.
That's it. Let's move it.
Anna?
Oh, Mike.
Please take me away from here.
Steve.
Yeah?
Check out the suite.
( door closes )
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( dramatic theme playing )
Thank you for
being there, Michael.
I didn't know. It was...
Well, you see, I
was just... ( sighs )
We... I don't keep up
with the society pages...
and...
Anne Marshall was
just a name to me.
Well, thank you anyway.
I... I just couldn't...
I... I just...
couldn't have faced
all those people.
It's such a shock. It...
It... It's so awful.
Boyd said you don't
believe it was an accident.
I don't know anything yet.
But you... You
suspect something?
Let's talk about it later.
No, no.
No, no, I'm all right.
I wanna know.
Anna, please, I...
No. I have to know.
Yeah, Mike's talking
to her right now.
Well, I have one
man inside the suite,
another man in the lobby,
but I'd like to get a couple more
before he gets back.
Right. Okay.
( hangs up phone )
Would you tell Mike
when he comes back
I went to the yacht harbor?
Keller, what's going
on? Where did they go?
I don't know any more
than you do, Caldwell.
Oh, don't give me that.
What's it gonna take
with you guys anyway?
You'd better think about
the league you're playing in.
Murder's the same in any league.
Oh, will you get off
that murder kick?
You don't have anything
that proves murder.
If you want proof,
then you back off.
Give us room to do
our job. Down, please.
Boyd.
We've got to talk.
ANNE: No. It was an accident.
A horrible accident.
STONE: An accident?
A man used to that
kind of equipment?
He had a lot on his mind.
He was under a
great deal of pressure.
What from?
Michael, please.
Couldn't we just drop this?
Well, if I did...
somebody else
would start digging
until all the questions
were answered.
Well, if I... If I answered
your questions...
could you keep it
out of the papers
and off of the news?
Well, how can you
know what happened?
Michael... Fred was in trouble.
He was in a great
deal of trouble.
He'd taken money.
It was all under
the table, of course.
Mass contributions to
his political campaign.
But it totaled $300,000.
Kickback for a
government contract.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
It was unallocated
funds from Commerce
to make up for
overages on a contract.
Oh, it was... It was
all very complicated.
It was very carefully concealed.
Until one of Senator
Bowen's investigators
found out about it anyway.
Three hundred thousand
dollars from Bradshaw.
How did you know that?
Just two and two.
Your husband was on his boat.
He'd refused.
A dozen times.
But he was
talked into it finally.
By his assistant, Caldwell.
He kept pressing him.
He said he owed it to
himself and to his country.
He said that money would
put him in the Senate.
Would be a springboard, and...
in eight years, we'd see
him in the White House.
So Bradshaw could have done it.
No.
I talked... to Fred last night.
I was in Los Angeles
for a fundraising dinner.
He'd been drinking heavily...
and he was depressed.
He was so depressed that...
I should have
known. I should've...
I should have realized.
He couldn't face it.
The disgrace.
Bradshaw didn't kill Fred.
No one did.
He killed himself.
( sobbing ): I should
have been with him.
If I had, this never
would have happened.
Anna, please.
Please, Anna.
( crying )
Don't blame yourself.
It wasn't suicide.
That much I know.
No. You don't have any proof.
I'll get it.
( sniffles )
Michael.
Michael... release his body.
Let him be buried with honor.
Couldn't you put
it down as... As...
As an accident?
Couldn't you do that
for me as a favor?
Anna, I'm sorry. I...
I'm afraid I can't accept favors
any more than I can give them.
I don't understand
what that means.
Just that I'm a cop.
Oh, I know, Michael. I know.
You're just doing the
job that you have to do.
Well, I... ( sniffles )
I think I need a mirror.
I... I think I need
a minute to myself.
( dramatic theme playing )
They told me there
isn't any night watchman
because of those locked gates...
so I thought maybe
one of you guys
might have seen Marshall.
Uh, sorry, man. We, uh...
We crashed early and, uh...
And we rolled out real late.
Well, does Bradshaw let you
sleep on the boats every night?
That's part of the package.
It's a pretty good
deal, all right.
Pretty good.
So, what about it, Hunter?
You see Marshall last night?
( sighs )
Yeah, okay, he was here.
Alone?
Look, man, we dig the job
because we don't
have to get involved.
You know what I mean?
This is a murder investigation.
You know what I mean?
MAN: Hey, Skip!
Telephone.
Thanks.
Later.
Yeah.
So, Stillwell, what
about it? Was he alone?
We crashed early, and...
And he was gone in the
morning when we climbed out.
Yeah.
Oh, listen, um...
what's Skip's real name anyway?
Why?
Well, I need it for my records.
You know, they make
you type everything now.
Well, he... He
won't like my telling.
Ah.
He's got one of those
weird ones, huh?
Yeah, it figures.
Anybody with a nickname
usually is got something weird
on their birth certificate.
Yeah.
( chuckle )
Yeah, well, uh... his is Newton.
Newton?
Yeah, that's a
winner, huh? Newton?
( chuckles )
Newton Hunter.
I can see why he changed it.
Newton.
And yours is Terrence?
Uh, no. It's just Terry.
Terry. Right.
Okay. Thanks for your time.
Well, that's it?
Yeah. Take care.
Yeah... Right.
( sighs )
81 to Headquarters.
MAN: Headquarters, 81.
Uh, this is Keller.
I need a 10-29 on
the following subjects.
A Terry Stillwell,
S-T-I-L-L-W-E-L-L.
And a Newton Hunter,
a.k.a. Skip Hunter.
Also, can you check
an alias on Hunter?
Newton Harper,
a.k.a. Skip Harper. Thank you.
Okay, but this is it.
I mean it. We got gendarmes
down here asking me questions,
and that's not too cool for
me, you know what I mean?
And this is gonna cost you too.
Yeah, because my neck is
already out there, that's why.
Now you add two big ones on
top of what you already owe me,
and get it here tonight.
And I don't wanna put
up with any more sessions
like I just had.
I'll tell you when later.
You tell me where
you want me now.
Yeah. Sure.
Yeah, about 10, 12 minutes.
I got you.
You get that money together.
The Potrero.
Driver, stop here.
There it is.
You know...
I've never been
back here before.
Here, I'll get it.
There were some
good memories here too,
weren't there, Michael?
I remember the first day Andy
brought you home from school.
( chuckles )
I thought you were the greatest.
Taking time to
notice a kid sister.
Ha-ha.
Treating her like a...
A grownup. Not a pest.
( chuckles )
Oh, I...
I didn't notice you until...
Andy showed me that snapshot.
ANNE: What snapshot?
What? I never told you?
No.
It was during the war...
when Andy and I
were in the Pacific.
Both of us scared stiff,
not knowing what
we were doing there.
( ominous theme playing )
And then one day, he took
this picture from his pocket...
and it was a snapshot
of your folks and you.
It was taken right
here on these steps.
Do you remember it?
( chuckles ): No. No?
Well, anyway...
I asked him if I could
have half of it, and...
he started to grin.
It was the biggest grin I
think I ever saw on his face.
And he ripped it in half...
and gave me the
part with you on it.
I kept it until the time
you sent me the
one from Stanford
in your cap and gown.
I wished you'd said
something, Mike...
No, no.
No, you didn't
want to hear that.
Oh, you're wrong. No.
No. I wish you had. No, no.
When I came home,
I knew that you wanted
to get away from here.
Oh, that's not true.
Yes, it is. It's true.
You were always
meant for Nob Hill.
And you know what?
I'll bet you the reason
you didn't came back here
is because...
you were afraid you
wouldn't get out again,
isn't that right?
Huh? I'll bet it is, isn't it?
Come on, admit it. ( chuckles )
You got out too, Mike.
Not too far.
Oh. Detective lieutenant.
That's better than walking
the beat, isn't it? Heh.
Not always.
I think we'd better
get you back, Mike.
( ominous theme playing )
( tires squeal )
( screams )
Oh, Michael.
( gasping )
( dramatic theme playing )
I got your 904.
What's happening?
Somebody tried
to hit Mrs. Marshall.
I'll fill you in later.
What about the other units?
There aren't any other
units. What do you mean?
Well, there's some
static at headquarters.
Olsen took off
everybody we have.
Olsen? What's his reason?
Mike, we don't know. It
could've been reckless driving.
So maybe somebody was high.
We don't know.
Caldwell hire this driver?
Well, I suppose.
Unless somebody
followed us from here,
then he's the only one
who knew where we were.
Get a make. Run him through R&I.
Right.
What about your luggage?
It was picked up at the airport.
Steve. Yeah.
The luggage. Find
it, and who was with it.
Got you.
May I have your
driver's license, please?
Thank you.
I thought I made it clear
that this place was off-limits.
And I thought I made it
clear I don't consider you
the highest authority
in this city, lieutenant.
You're the one who got Olsen
to pull my men out of here.
I'll get him to pull you next.
Boyd. Please.
Michael is a friend of
ours. He's just trying to help.
He's no friend of Fred's.
Not with the publicity
he's going to get
with a murder investigation.
I wanna speak to
you alone, Anne.
She's not gonna be alone
with anyone for a while.
Michael. That's
the way it's gotta be
until this thing is cleared up.
( phone ringing )
Yes?
Yeah, she's here.
It's for you. Senator Bowen.
Hello?
Uh, yes, Ralph.
Well, thank you. That's...
That's... very kind.
Yes.
Oh, this evening?
Well, I'm not sure. I...
Oh, certainly. Yes.
Well, I'll see you
this evening then.
What was that
about "this evening"?
( gasps )
Michael, you must stop this.
I... I have to pick up
the pieces and go on.
That's... That's what
Fred would want.
But I can't do it if you insist
on treating me like a prisoner.
You make everything
seem like a-a...
A never-ending nightmare.
Michael... I want to be alone.
Please.
I need to be alone.
( door closes )
Let's see.
No, they haven't
come in yet I guess, sir.
Are you sure she
was on a 12:00 flight?
No, sir.
We have a record of...
a checkout time
this morning, but...
nothing on her return.
She checked out this morning?
Well, yes, sir. "Mrs.
Fred Marshall."
Eight o'clock flight to L.A.
Baggage left here at 6.
( ominous theme playing )
Now, wait a minute.
You mean, she
was here last night,
she left this morning, and
then came back again?
Well, yes, sir. It's...
It's all right here.
How long was she here?
Just last night.
We picked up her
bags at 11 p.m.,
Pacific Airlines...
from Los Angeles.
Logged in right here.
Those jet setters...
they really get
around, don't they?
Yeah.
Steve, did you find the luggage?
It's not in yet.
I'll have it inspected
as soon as it gets here.
What about the driver?
R&I says no record.
Look, hang on half
a minute, will you?
I got to ask you something.
Um...
How is it you're so
close with someone
like Fred Marshall's
wife in eight seconds flat?
Try eight years in the Potrero.
You're kidding.
Anna Slovatska.
Her brother Andy
was my best pal.
He's buried somewhere
in the Pacific.
Well, I guess she must mean
something special to you.
Uh... Right now, I
wanna talk to Olsen.
No, I'm not telling
you to pull back.
But just stay cool
until you hit something solid.
Look, I'm not
making any charges.
But I can't look the other
way when there are three men
who are anxious to have
this swept under the rug.
And a woman who
could be the next target
just because of what
she knows about them.
Well, she doesn't
seem too worried.
She called just
before you got here.
Said she didn't want
any more protection.
No matter what you thought.
Rudy, listen to me.
It's because she still thinks
that her husband killed himself.
And you can't
prove anything else.
Uh, excuse me, captain.
I think we can now.
Coroner's report?
Yeah.
Also, I found
something interesting
on Boyd Caldwell.
Went to the Hastings
School of Law
right here in the city.
Look who paid for his education.
Bradshaw Shipyards.
Caldwell worked for
Bradshaw as an undergraduate.
And to pay off the scholarship,
he spent five years
on the legal staff.
And he's still paying 'em back.
He's the one who put
Bradshaw in with Marshall.
It looks that way, yeah.
And it looks like murder
to the coroner too.
Now, "There were no sling welts
on the person of the deceased,
"which would have
been the case in the event
"of a self-inflicted wound.
"The penetration of the spear
in the body of the deceased
"indicates that it was
fired from a distance
"of at least five feet.
"But from the
position of the body,
this would mean the gun was
fired from outside the boat."
Come in, Lee. Come in.
Steve. Yeah?
That make you asked
for on those two guys
that work for
Bradshaw... Uh-huh.
Looks like you might
have something, Mike.
( opens door )
That's it. It's
the missing link.
You know that guy I
told you about, Hunter?
That's not his real name.
It's Harper, like it
said in the toolbox.
Wanted in Miami,
two counts of assault.
One with intent
to commit murder.
Bradshaw and Caldwell.
Marshall was the witness.
They wanted him out of the way.
So they gave this guy a
bonus for a little overtime.
( motor humming )
Okay, save it.
Hunter.
Inspector.
What can we do for you?
You can take a ride with us.
What for?
For having two names.
All right, you.
Hold it right there.
How long will that
thing keep him down?
No time.
It's empty.
( mysterious theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
STILLWELL: Look, man, I
don't know anything more.
I swear I don't.
I didn't even know he
was gonna kill anybody
until it was all over,
and then it was too late.
I mean, it was over
with then, right?
It's not over.
Who paid for the
killing? Bradshaw?
I don't know. Skip
never told me.
Okay. Book him.
Hey, w-wait a minute. Look...
Look, there are a
couple things I know.
I-if I tell you, will
you believe me
that I didn't know
anything about the killing?
Let's find out.
Well, uh, Skip said
that he told whoever it is
that... That he wanted
out now. Uh, tonight.
And-and he was gonna meet
'em and pick up whatever it is
they promised to pay him.
But I don't know
who, only where.
Where?
China Basin. He... He was
gonna take the boat at midnight.
Okay, man, I told
you about that.
Now you gotta believe
me about the rest.
You gotta!
No.
A jury has to believe you, son.
Take him downtown.
Let's go.
You buy that?
Well, the...
kid has no reason
to be lying now.
Sure puts a lot of kinks
into it though, doesn't it?
Something else I
was thinking about.
Hunter works for Bradshaw.
There's no reason for them
to meet in the China Basin
in the middle of the night.
You're right. ( car door
closes, engine starts )
Could be Caldwell.
Or Bowen.
But how would he
have known Hunter?
Well...
maybe we'll get all
the answers tonight.
You know, uh, Mike...
there's one other
kink we gotta work out.
What's that?
Did Anne Marshall
happen to tell you
where she was this morning?
Annie?
Well, she came in on the
plane from L.A. at noon.
I know. I know. But the, uh...
The hotel records say
that she was in the suite
last night too.
Are you sure?
I double-checked it, Mike.
I called the airlines,
and they confirmed
that an Anne Marshall
was on the 11:00 flight
from L.A. last night...
and that someone fitting her
description was on the 8:00
from SFO this morning.
Well, it doesn't make any sense.
What would she be
hopping back and forth for?
And what has she
got to cover up?
I couldn't figure out either.
But it does put her here in
town when her husband got it.
( ominous theme playing )
Now, if you want, I'll
arrange things for tonight, if...
If you want to talk
to her in private.
All right.
I lied.
Why?
Because I... I didn't
know what to do.
I wanted so much to
protect Fred's name...
and his image...
and I saw how
determined you were
to prove that he was murdered.
I felt I had to protect myself.
Did you think that...
I would suspect you
of killing your husband?
I think you would suspect...
anyone of anything, Michael.
Your whole life
seems to be made up
of suspicions and accusations.
Would I have any
reason to suspect you?
I think you'd find reason.
If you dug deep enough.
And I knew you'd dig deeper.
If you found out I was
here when Fred died.
You told me that you had
talked to your husband.
And that he had
been drinking heavily.
Is that true?
( quietly ): No.
I sat here... and
I waited for him.
But he didn't come back.
It wasn't the first time.
So I caught a plane
back to Los Angeles.
( sighs )
I didn't want one of those
early-morning scenes ever again.
And there was a message
from Boyd waiting for me...
when I got back to
my friend's home.
You can check it out with them.
Their name is Banks.
Dr. and Mrs. Paul Banks.
Thanks, Anna.
What for?
Well, the coroner's
report had your husband...
with a normal level of alcohol
in his blood when he died.
Michael, what does that prove?
That I finally told the truth?
Maybe it means
that I'm just being...
clever.
Clever enough not to
lie about something...
that I couldn't be sure of.
Well... tsk, Michael,
I'd appreciate
it if you left now.
I have an engagement
tonight with Senator Bowen.
Oh, sure. I'll see you tomorrow.
No. No, I don't think so.
Senator Bowen has arranged
for me to leave tomorrow.
With or without your permission.
( ominous theme playing )
( door closes )
( mysterious theme playing )
( footsteps )
( mysterious theme playing )
WOMAN: Hunter?
No.
Mrs. Marshall.
Give me the gun.
How did you know?
We didn't.
Just knew that Hunter was
gonna meet someone here.
You really would have
used this on him, huh?
ANNE: Yes.
KELLER: That
attempt on your life.
You staged that.
ANNE: I left Mike to make
the phone call the second
I knew he couldn't
change his mind.
KELLER: And you figured if
Mike thought you were a target,
he'd never consider
you a suspect, right?
I didn't think Fred's death
would be investigated
in the first place,
if it looked like an accident.
Then, when you
did investigate, I...
I tried to suggest suicide.
But nothing would stop you.
You know, Mike... I
underestimated you.
But why your husband?
You wouldn't understand.
Why should you pay
the rest of your
life for his mistake?
Isn't that it?
You couldn't divorce him.
That would be desertion.
That would be the
wrong kind of image.
But a widow...
Then you could
start all over again.
Find somebody else to keep you
where you have to be.
( threateningly ):
Don't you judge me.
Don't you dare judge me.
( melancholy theme playing )
Listen, I tell you I
found a new place?
It's over on Polk.
Pizzas.
Fantastic.
Also, got the largest
beer mugs you ever seen.
( bell dings )
Wanna give it a try
after I drop the boat off?
My old man used to
come in every night,
sit at the edge of my bed.
But he'd say,
"Every night, when the day
is over, take a look at yourself.
"Inside yourself.
"See what happened.
"Take a look at the good
things and the bad things.
"Especially the bad
things. The mistakes.
"And tomorrow...
"when the sun comes up,
"you'll be a smarter man.
( voice breaking
): A lot smarter."
( sighs )
Hit me tomorrow,
will you, buddy boy?
Please.
( motor starts )
( dramatic theme playing )
( funky jazz theme playing )
ANNOUNCER: The
Streets of San Francisco.
A Quinn Martin production.
Starring Karl Malden.
Also starring Michael Douglas.
With guest stars: Barbara Rush,
Dick Sargent,
Jim Davis,
Jeff Corey,
Richard Ely.
Tonight's Episode:
"Shattered Image."
( mellow funk theme playing )
( mysterious theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( knocks )
KELLER: All right.
All right, I'm coming.
With hours like this,
I might as well have
gone to med school.
Med school, huh?
Going's one thing,
getting through's another.
Yeah, right now,
all I'm worried about
is getting through the
day without any breakfast.
What are we rushing
about anyway?
Harbor patrol dragged in a boat.
Looks like some guy on that boat
got careless with a spear gun.
They want us to check it out.
A fishing party?
No, he was by himself
when they spotted it.
What time is that?
Around 7.
Spotted by a Japanese freighter.
Was it inbound or outbound?
In.
Better check to see if anybody
onboard saw anything else.
The captain's name was Tajima.
He said there was another boat
or a person near it.
You really know
how to make a guy
feel like a slow
starter, don't you?
Well, what do I need
with beauty sleep?
You got a name on the victim?
Marshall.
Fred Marshall.
Fred Marshall? You're kidding.
Name mean something?
Well, there may
be more than one...
but the man I'm thinking of
is a bigwig in Washington.
Think it's the
Department of Commerce.
The word is he's being
groomed for the next
senatorial election.
Even the man who's
stepping down wants him,
Ralph Bowen.
How do you keep
up with all that stuff?
Interests me.
Heh. You got any other info?
He's on a boat.
At the dock.
Steel shaft through his heart.
( mysterious theme playing )
That's him.
This wasn't an accident.
How come so fast?
Marshall was a...
He was a water freak.
Half the pictures I ever saw,
he was either in a boat
or standing in a wet suit
with some world's-record fish.
Couldn't he make one mistake?
Not like that, no.
No, anybody with his experience
would never load a
spear gun out of the water.
Well, uh, how
about another kind?
Let's say the people kind.
Well, the papers
never sounded like that.
You know, he's
good-looking, good speaker,
married to the right woman.
She was always in the
fashion page in the newspaper,
on television for
some good cause.
( clicks )
You got a knife? OFFICER: Mm-hm.
Here, cut this.
What do you got?
Well, this is all his
equipment here. It's all dry.
Well, so is the gun.
Here, shake it.
( click )
How long does it take for
a thing like that to drain?
This has been used today.
Was he in the water, doc?
No.
His hair and his suit is dry.
Probably been wiped from prints,
but have the lab
take a look anyway.
OFFICER: Yes, sir.
We'll also have them lift
anything on the ladder here.
OFFICER 2: Right.
Well, he was from out of town.
Say, uh... whose boat was this?
Belongs to Reed Bradshaw.
The shipping guy?
Yes, sir.
Say, didn't you say that
Marshall was in commerce?
He is, yeah.
Okay.
Let's find out where
he was staying
and what he was doing here.
( tires screech )
( mysterious theme playing )
STONE: Lap of luxury.
KELLER: Can't get much classier.
So, what's so good
about being a doctor?
Gonna get you better places?
The difference is room
service with a suite
or wandering around the lobby
here with a hungry stomach.
Come on, let's hit the
coffee shop before we go in.
You can't afford it. Heh.
May I help you, sir?
Yes. Would you give this
to the manager, please?
What is it?
Search warrant.
Police. Keep your hands
right where they are.
I beg your pardon?
Lieutenant... this
is Boyd Caldwell.
Mr. Marshall's
administrative assistant.
He has the adjoining suite.
Oh, I see. Um...
thank you very much.
If we need anything
else, we'll let you know.
Fine, fine.
Lieutenant Stone, Homicide.
Inspector Keller.
Excuse me, but you do know
Mr. Marshall is dead?
Yes.
The coroner's asked
me to come down
to make an identification.
Something in that
stack of papers?
You need to do that?
( sighs )
These are documents
to be presented
to an investigating subcommittee
of the United States Senate.
Really? Mm-hm.
Well, then I think
they ought to be
left right where they are.
Now, wait a minute.
Mr., uh, Caldwell, we
have reason to believe
that Marshall's death
is not an accident.
CALDWELL: That's crazy.
Of course it was an accident.
Why would anyone
want to kill Fred Marshall?
Something in that
stack of papers maybe.
Now, look.
( sighs )
His death was an accident.
( door closes )
And I have to have
these papers to prepare
for the investigating
committee of Senator Bowen.
KELLER: We need everything to be
just the way
Mr. Marshall left it.
Now there's a court order
on its way to seal this room.
( door closes )
One call to Washington,
you'll never get it.
You pick up one more paper,
and you're gonna be arrested
for obstruction of justice.
You have no right to intim...
You wanna hear all about rights?
He'll read 'em to you.
Otherwise, maybe you just
ought to go back
into your own room.
All right, lieutenant.
But these papers and
the rest of Mr. Marshall's
personal effects will be flown
to Washington with his body.
Probably this afternoon.
KELLER: The body remains here.
Belongs to the city
of San Francisco
till after the autopsy.
Autopsy?
That's right.
Er, now, look, we're not talking
about some... drunk
found dead in an alley.
Mr. Marshall was
a man of substance,
a beloved public servant.
Somebody loved him so much
that they drilled
him with a spear gun.
I-I-I do trust you'll, uh...
phrase that a little
more delicately
when you discuss
this with Mrs. Marshall?
Well, is she here?
She's on an incoming flight.
I'm meeting her at
the airport at noon.
While you're out there, don't
get any ideas about leaving.
And give you free
reign to... assassinate
the character of a dead man?
Not likely.
So, what do you think?
Well, I think that the
city hall switchboard
is gonna be in for a
very, very good workout.
( chuckles ) Yeah.
Look at this. Huh?
You know that ship builder
whose boat Marshall was on?
Yeah, Bradshaw?
Yeah.
He had a development deal
with the government going.
Now what do you
know about contracts?
Just enough to let the DA's
office translate them for me.
Okay.
Let's get all this
stuff over there,
have a detail in
here for prints.
I'll look for
Bradshaw and, um...
since you're so
interested in politics...
why don't you go down
to the Federal Building
and have a talk with that, um...
Oh, what's his...
The senator, what's his name?
Bowen. Ralph Bowen.
BOWEN: I just don't know
what to say, inspector.
That young man
was so... vigorous,
so... vibrant.
That's just hard to
accept somehow.
And, uh, you're investigating.
That means you suspect that
Fred's death was,
uh, deliberate?
Well, I understand your office
is investigating too, senator.
Do you have any reason
to believe it was deliberate?
Well, are you implying
that Fred was involved
with anything dishonest?
No, sir. No, we don't have
any information like that now.
But I was hoping I could
discuss the nature...
I handpicked that young
man to succeed me in Senate.
Do you think I'd put my
reputation behind him
if I thought he was involved
with anything dishonest?
Well, then it wasn't his office
that you were investigating?
Absolutely not. It was a...
general investigation into
the misuse of public funds.
Uh, specifically large
contracts to industry.
Well, why was it being
held in San Francisco?
Well, there's a pilot
program going on in this town
to create a, um...
new kind of merchant ship.
One built with new materials
and... new techniques.
A product our
technology must create
in order to keep pace with
low-cost foreign shipyards.
Well, where did Marshall fit in?
Well, the program was
administered through his office.
He was merely going to give
them the department's position
on cost-plus contracts
with shipbuilders.
Does that include people
like Reed Bradshaw?
I'm sorry, uh, inspector.
Now you're getting
into confidential matters.
The subject for my
investigation, not yours.
Marshall was killed on
Bradshaw's boat, senator.
Will you accept some
advice, Mr. Keller?
Sure.
Let Fred Marshall rest in peace.
That's exactly the same advice
I got from Marshall's assistant.
And with good reason.
I'd like to know them.
Oh, come now.
You've seen them all your life.
The people love a
good smear campaign.
They delight in having
someone's name
dragged through the mud.
And that's the same public
that's elected you to Washington
all these years,
isn't it, senator?
Just seems strange that
you, above of all people,
wouldn't respect their
ability to tell the difference
between a lie and the truth.
The truth I'm concerned with
at the moment, young man...
is the threat to an extremely
important government program.
All I'm saying is
that any scandal
surrounding the
death of Fred Marshall
can only destroy the
objectivity of the people,
no matter how highly
we both regard them.
Now you'll have to excuse me.
I have a meeting.
( distant horn blowing )
Say, uh, where
can I find Bradshaw?
Excuse me, Mr. Bradshaw?
Yeah.
I wonder if I could
see you for a moment?
Lieutenant Stone,
San Francisco Police.
Be right with you, lieutenant.
You boys see if
you can iron this out.
I'll be right back.
About, uh, Fred Marshall, huh?
Something you'd like to
know about the boat?
Yes. Just a few questions.
Sure.
I, uh... just thinking.
I wasn't down there at all.
Been up to my elbows
in work around here lately.
Maybe you'd like to
talk to my deckhands.
You keep a crew?
( scoffs )
Have to. We got
two pleasure boats.
Lend 'em out to VIPs.
You know how it goes.
Everybody thinks
he's a sailor, right?
( chuckles ): Yeah.
Booze flows and the boat goes.
Snap gets caught in the
block at the top of the mast,
and the prop gets fouled...
Say, excuse me, but, um...
I thought that Marshall
went out alone.
Well, that's different.
Fred was a sailor, you know.
You knew him quite well?
Yeah, but not as
well as I'd liked to.
He was... really quite a guy.
One in 10 million maybe.
Well, did you know that
he went out on the
boat this morning?
Yeah, I told him it's his
as long as he was in town.
You lent it to him personally?
( chuckles )
Comer like that?
I made it a point
to, lieutenant.
Good for business.
Well, it, uh...
It's rather touchy, isn't it?
I mean, dealing with
government business like that?
Well, now, lieutenant,
you did say SFPD,
didn't you, not IRS?
Yes, I did. Homicide.
Homicide? That's right.
I wonder if you'd mind
giving me the specifics
on that government contract.
The one that Marshall's
office was administering.
You bet I mind.
If I'm right about
what I think's
going on between
the lines here...
What's going on is a
homicide investigation.
You really like your job,
don't you, lieutenant?
Gun on the hip,
instant authority.
Come to a place like
this, collar the headman...
roust him a little, give
him the third degree...
Pretty heady stuff, isn't it?
Look, Mr... No, you look.
Take a look at all this.
I laid everything I had
on the line to build it
from bankrupt corporation
to a big-money company
while you hid behind
the city payrolls.
The authority I got, I earned.
And I'm not about to
stand here and listen
to a lot of loaded
questions from somebody
who's pulling his
clout from my taxes.
Now anything else you want
from me, you see my attorney.
Unless you got a warrant
for my arrest in your pocket.
I don't need a warrant.
But if you want to give
me your attorney's name,
I think it would be wise
if he and I had a talk.
I'll do just that.
( car doors close )
You see Bradshaw?
Oh, yeah.
He's a big shot.
( snickers )
Gave me this.
Mm.
Big-shot lawyer.
Yeah. One of the biggest.
Get anything from the senator?
Filibuster.
( laughs )
Politics still interest you?
He gave me such a spiel
about a general investigation
into the misuse of...
Must be the lady.
If that's the price of
being a public figure...
I want it.
Yeah, the price
can get pretty high
in a crowd like that.
I got two men inside.
You have?
Yeah.
Do you know I really
think you would have
made it through medical school?
I really do, eh?
( chuckles )
Come on.
Yes, the hearings will
definitely be postponed.
And that's all for now, please.
Mrs. Marshall just wants to
be alone for a while. I'm
sure you can understand that.
Where was she when
she heard about it?
STONE: All right, Hank.
No more questions.
Fellas, come on.
Let's move it out. No
more pictures. Get back.
MAN: Come on, fellas.
KELLER: Give us a break,
will you? Move it back...
Police, miss. We'd like
to help you get through.
KELLER: Caldwell,
give me a hand.
That's it. Let's move it.
Anna?
Oh, Mike.
Please take me away from here.
Steve.
Yeah?
Check out the suite.
( door closes )
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Thank you for
being there, Michael.
I didn't know. It was...
Well, you see, I
was just... ( sighs )
We... I don't keep up
with the society pages...
and...
Anne Marshall was
just a name to me.
Well, thank you anyway.
I... I just couldn't...
I... I just...
couldn't have faced
all those people.
It's such a shock. It...
It... It's so awful.
Boyd said you don't
believe it was an accident.
I don't know anything yet.
But you... You
suspect something?
Let's talk about it later.
No, no.
No, no, I'm all right.
I wanna know.
Anna, please, I...
No. I have to know.
Yeah, Mike's talking
to her right now.
Well, I have one
man inside the suite,
another man in the lobby,
but I'd like to get a couple more
before he gets back.
Right. Okay.
( hangs up phone )
Would you tell Mike
when he comes back
I went to the yacht harbor?
Keller, what's going
on? Where did they go?
I don't know any more
than you do, Caldwell.
Oh, don't give me that.
What's it gonna take
with you guys anyway?
You'd better think about
the league you're playing in.
Murder's the same in any league.
Oh, will you get off
that murder kick?
You don't have anything
that proves murder.
If you want proof,
then you back off.
Give us room to do
our job. Down, please.
Boyd.
We've got to talk.
ANNE: No. It was an accident.
A horrible accident.
STONE: An accident?
A man used to that
kind of equipment?
He had a lot on his mind.
He was under a
great deal of pressure.
What from?
Michael, please.
Couldn't we just drop this?
Well, if I did...
somebody else
would start digging
until all the questions
were answered.
Well, if I... If I answered
your questions...
could you keep it
out of the papers
and off of the news?
Well, how can you
know what happened?
Michael... Fred was in trouble.
He was in a great
deal of trouble.
He'd taken money.
It was all under
the table, of course.
Mass contributions to
his political campaign.
But it totaled $300,000.
Kickback for a
government contract.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
It was unallocated
funds from Commerce
to make up for
overages on a contract.
Oh, it was... It was
all very complicated.
It was very carefully concealed.
Until one of Senator
Bowen's investigators
found out about it anyway.
Three hundred thousand
dollars from Bradshaw.
How did you know that?
Just two and two.
Your husband was on his boat.
He'd refused.
A dozen times.
But he was
talked into it finally.
By his assistant, Caldwell.
He kept pressing him.
He said he owed it to
himself and to his country.
He said that money would
put him in the Senate.
Would be a springboard, and...
in eight years, we'd see
him in the White House.
So Bradshaw could have done it.
No.
I talked... to Fred last night.
I was in Los Angeles
for a fundraising dinner.
He'd been drinking heavily...
and he was depressed.
He was so depressed that...
I should have
known. I should've...
I should have realized.
He couldn't face it.
The disgrace.
Bradshaw didn't kill Fred.
No one did.
He killed himself.
( sobbing ): I should
have been with him.
If I had, this never
would have happened.
Anna, please.
Please, Anna.
( crying )
Don't blame yourself.
It wasn't suicide.
That much I know.
No. You don't have any proof.
I'll get it.
( sniffles )
Michael.
Michael... release his body.
Let him be buried with honor.
Couldn't you put
it down as... As...
As an accident?
Couldn't you do that
for me as a favor?
Anna, I'm sorry. I...
I'm afraid I can't accept favors
any more than I can give them.
I don't understand
what that means.
Just that I'm a cop.
Oh, I know, Michael. I know.
You're just doing the
job that you have to do.
Well, I... ( sniffles )
I think I need a mirror.
I... I think I need
a minute to myself.
( dramatic theme playing )
They told me there
isn't any night watchman
because of those locked gates...
so I thought maybe
one of you guys
might have seen Marshall.
Uh, sorry, man. We, uh...
We crashed early and, uh...
And we rolled out real late.
Well, does Bradshaw let you
sleep on the boats every night?
That's part of the package.
It's a pretty good
deal, all right.
Pretty good.
So, what about it, Hunter?
You see Marshall last night?
( sighs )
Yeah, okay, he was here.
Alone?
Look, man, we dig the job
because we don't
have to get involved.
You know what I mean?
This is a murder investigation.
You know what I mean?
MAN: Hey, Skip!
Telephone.
Thanks.
Later.
Yeah.
So, Stillwell, what
about it? Was he alone?
We crashed early, and...
And he was gone in the
morning when we climbed out.
Yeah.
Oh, listen, um...
what's Skip's real name anyway?
Why?
Well, I need it for my records.
You know, they make
you type everything now.
Well, he... He
won't like my telling.
Ah.
He's got one of those
weird ones, huh?
Yeah, it figures.
Anybody with a nickname
usually is got something weird
on their birth certificate.
Yeah.
( chuckle )
Yeah, well, uh... his is Newton.
Newton?
Yeah, that's a
winner, huh? Newton?
( chuckles )
Newton Hunter.
I can see why he changed it.
Newton.
And yours is Terrence?
Uh, no. It's just Terry.
Terry. Right.
Okay. Thanks for your time.
Well, that's it?
Yeah. Take care.
Yeah... Right.
( sighs )
81 to Headquarters.
MAN: Headquarters, 81.
Uh, this is Keller.
I need a 10-29 on
the following subjects.
A Terry Stillwell,
S-T-I-L-L-W-E-L-L.
And a Newton Hunter,
a.k.a. Skip Hunter.
Also, can you check
an alias on Hunter?
Newton Harper,
a.k.a. Skip Harper. Thank you.
Okay, but this is it.
I mean it. We got gendarmes
down here asking me questions,
and that's not too cool for
me, you know what I mean?
And this is gonna cost you too.
Yeah, because my neck is
already out there, that's why.
Now you add two big ones on
top of what you already owe me,
and get it here tonight.
And I don't wanna put
up with any more sessions
like I just had.
I'll tell you when later.
You tell me where
you want me now.
Yeah. Sure.
Yeah, about 10, 12 minutes.
I got you.
You get that money together.
The Potrero.
Driver, stop here.
There it is.
You know...
I've never been
back here before.
Here, I'll get it.
There were some
good memories here too,
weren't there, Michael?
I remember the first day Andy
brought you home from school.
( chuckles )
I thought you were the greatest.
Taking time to
notice a kid sister.
Ha-ha.
Treating her like a...
A grownup. Not a pest.
( chuckles )
Oh, I...
I didn't notice you until...
Andy showed me that snapshot.
ANNE: What snapshot?
What? I never told you?
No.
It was during the war...
when Andy and I
were in the Pacific.
Both of us scared stiff,
not knowing what
we were doing there.
( ominous theme playing )
And then one day, he took
this picture from his pocket...
and it was a snapshot
of your folks and you.
It was taken right
here on these steps.
Do you remember it?
( chuckles ): No. No?
Well, anyway...
I asked him if I could
have half of it, and...
he started to grin.
It was the biggest grin I
think I ever saw on his face.
And he ripped it in half...
and gave me the
part with you on it.
I kept it until the time
you sent me the
one from Stanford
in your cap and gown.
I wished you'd said
something, Mike...
No, no.
No, you didn't
want to hear that.
Oh, you're wrong. No.
No. I wish you had. No, no.
When I came home,
I knew that you wanted
to get away from here.
Oh, that's not true.
Yes, it is. It's true.
You were always
meant for Nob Hill.
And you know what?
I'll bet you the reason
you didn't came back here
is because...
you were afraid you
wouldn't get out again,
isn't that right?
Huh? I'll bet it is, isn't it?
Come on, admit it. ( chuckles )
You got out too, Mike.
Not too far.
Oh. Detective lieutenant.
That's better than walking
the beat, isn't it? Heh.
Not always.
I think we'd better
get you back, Mike.
( ominous theme playing )
( tires squeal )
( screams )
Oh, Michael.
( gasping )
( dramatic theme playing )
I got your 904.
What's happening?
Somebody tried
to hit Mrs. Marshall.
I'll fill you in later.
What about the other units?
There aren't any other
units. What do you mean?
Well, there's some
static at headquarters.
Olsen took off
everybody we have.
Olsen? What's his reason?
Mike, we don't know. It
could've been reckless driving.
So maybe somebody was high.
We don't know.
Caldwell hire this driver?
Well, I suppose.
Unless somebody
followed us from here,
then he's the only one
who knew where we were.
Get a make. Run him through R&I.
Right.
What about your luggage?
It was picked up at the airport.
Steve. Yeah.
The luggage. Find
it, and who was with it.
Got you.
May I have your
driver's license, please?
Thank you.
I thought I made it clear
that this place was off-limits.
And I thought I made it
clear I don't consider you
the highest authority
in this city, lieutenant.
You're the one who got Olsen
to pull my men out of here.
I'll get him to pull you next.
Boyd. Please.
Michael is a friend of
ours. He's just trying to help.
He's no friend of Fred's.
Not with the publicity
he's going to get
with a murder investigation.
I wanna speak to
you alone, Anne.
She's not gonna be alone
with anyone for a while.
Michael. That's
the way it's gotta be
until this thing is cleared up.
( phone ringing )
Yes?
Yeah, she's here.
It's for you. Senator Bowen.
Hello?
Uh, yes, Ralph.
Well, thank you. That's...
That's... very kind.
Yes.
Oh, this evening?
Well, I'm not sure. I...
Oh, certainly. Yes.
Well, I'll see you
this evening then.
What was that
about "this evening"?
( gasps )
Michael, you must stop this.
I... I have to pick up
the pieces and go on.
That's... That's what
Fred would want.
But I can't do it if you insist
on treating me like a prisoner.
You make everything
seem like a-a...
A never-ending nightmare.
Michael... I want to be alone.
Please.
I need to be alone.
( door closes )
Let's see.
No, they haven't
come in yet I guess, sir.
Are you sure she
was on a 12:00 flight?
No, sir.
We have a record of...
a checkout time
this morning, but...
nothing on her return.
She checked out this morning?
Well, yes, sir. "Mrs.
Fred Marshall."
Eight o'clock flight to L.A.
Baggage left here at 6.
( ominous theme playing )
Now, wait a minute.
You mean, she
was here last night,
she left this morning, and
then came back again?
Well, yes, sir. It's...
It's all right here.
How long was she here?
Just last night.
We picked up her
bags at 11 p.m.,
Pacific Airlines...
from Los Angeles.
Logged in right here.
Those jet setters...
they really get
around, don't they?
Yeah.
Steve, did you find the luggage?
It's not in yet.
I'll have it inspected
as soon as it gets here.
What about the driver?
R&I says no record.
Look, hang on half
a minute, will you?
I got to ask you something.
Um...
How is it you're so
close with someone
like Fred Marshall's
wife in eight seconds flat?
Try eight years in the Potrero.
You're kidding.
Anna Slovatska.
Her brother Andy
was my best pal.
He's buried somewhere
in the Pacific.
Well, I guess she must mean
something special to you.
Uh... Right now, I
wanna talk to Olsen.
No, I'm not telling
you to pull back.
But just stay cool
until you hit something solid.
Look, I'm not
making any charges.
But I can't look the other
way when there are three men
who are anxious to have
this swept under the rug.
And a woman who
could be the next target
just because of what
she knows about them.
Well, she doesn't
seem too worried.
She called just
before you got here.
Said she didn't want
any more protection.
No matter what you thought.
Rudy, listen to me.
It's because she still thinks
that her husband killed himself.
And you can't
prove anything else.
Uh, excuse me, captain.
I think we can now.
Coroner's report?
Yeah.
Also, I found
something interesting
on Boyd Caldwell.
Went to the Hastings
School of Law
right here in the city.
Look who paid for his education.
Bradshaw Shipyards.
Caldwell worked for
Bradshaw as an undergraduate.
And to pay off the scholarship,
he spent five years
on the legal staff.
And he's still paying 'em back.
He's the one who put
Bradshaw in with Marshall.
It looks that way, yeah.
And it looks like murder
to the coroner too.
Now, "There were no sling welts
on the person of the deceased,
"which would have
been the case in the event
"of a self-inflicted wound.
"The penetration of the spear
in the body of the deceased
"indicates that it was
fired from a distance
"of at least five feet.
"But from the
position of the body,
this would mean the gun was
fired from outside the boat."
Come in, Lee. Come in.
Steve. Yeah?
That make you asked
for on those two guys
that work for
Bradshaw... Uh-huh.
Looks like you might
have something, Mike.
( opens door )
That's it. It's
the missing link.
You know that guy I
told you about, Hunter?
That's not his real name.
It's Harper, like it
said in the toolbox.
Wanted in Miami,
two counts of assault.
One with intent
to commit murder.
Bradshaw and Caldwell.
Marshall was the witness.
They wanted him out of the way.
So they gave this guy a
bonus for a little overtime.
( motor humming )
Okay, save it.
Hunter.
Inspector.
What can we do for you?
You can take a ride with us.
What for?
For having two names.
All right, you.
Hold it right there.
How long will that
thing keep him down?
No time.
It's empty.
( mysterious theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
STILLWELL: Look, man, I
don't know anything more.
I swear I don't.
I didn't even know he
was gonna kill anybody
until it was all over,
and then it was too late.
I mean, it was over
with then, right?
It's not over.
Who paid for the
killing? Bradshaw?
I don't know. Skip
never told me.
Okay. Book him.
Hey, w-wait a minute. Look...
Look, there are a
couple things I know.
I-if I tell you, will
you believe me
that I didn't know
anything about the killing?
Let's find out.
Well, uh, Skip said
that he told whoever it is
that... That he wanted
out now. Uh, tonight.
And-and he was gonna meet
'em and pick up whatever it is
they promised to pay him.
But I don't know
who, only where.
Where?
China Basin. He... He was
gonna take the boat at midnight.
Okay, man, I told
you about that.
Now you gotta believe
me about the rest.
You gotta!
No.
A jury has to believe you, son.
Take him downtown.
Let's go.
You buy that?
Well, the...
kid has no reason
to be lying now.
Sure puts a lot of kinks
into it though, doesn't it?
Something else I
was thinking about.
Hunter works for Bradshaw.
There's no reason for them
to meet in the China Basin
in the middle of the night.
You're right. ( car door
closes, engine starts )
Could be Caldwell.
Or Bowen.
But how would he
have known Hunter?
Well...
maybe we'll get all
the answers tonight.
You know, uh, Mike...
there's one other
kink we gotta work out.
What's that?
Did Anne Marshall
happen to tell you
where she was this morning?
Annie?
Well, she came in on the
plane from L.A. at noon.
I know. I know. But the, uh...
The hotel records say
that she was in the suite
last night too.
Are you sure?
I double-checked it, Mike.
I called the airlines,
and they confirmed
that an Anne Marshall
was on the 11:00 flight
from L.A. last night...
and that someone fitting her
description was on the 8:00
from SFO this morning.
Well, it doesn't make any sense.
What would she be
hopping back and forth for?
And what has she
got to cover up?
I couldn't figure out either.
But it does put her here in
town when her husband got it.
( ominous theme playing )
Now, if you want, I'll
arrange things for tonight, if...
If you want to talk
to her in private.
All right.
I lied.
Why?
Because I... I didn't
know what to do.
I wanted so much to
protect Fred's name...
and his image...
and I saw how
determined you were
to prove that he was murdered.
I felt I had to protect myself.
Did you think that...
I would suspect you
of killing your husband?
I think you would suspect...
anyone of anything, Michael.
Your whole life
seems to be made up
of suspicions and accusations.
Would I have any
reason to suspect you?
I think you'd find reason.
If you dug deep enough.
And I knew you'd dig deeper.
If you found out I was
here when Fred died.
You told me that you had
talked to your husband.
And that he had
been drinking heavily.
Is that true?
( quietly ): No.
I sat here... and
I waited for him.
But he didn't come back.
It wasn't the first time.
So I caught a plane
back to Los Angeles.
( sighs )
I didn't want one of those
early-morning scenes ever again.
And there was a message
from Boyd waiting for me...
when I got back to
my friend's home.
You can check it out with them.
Their name is Banks.
Dr. and Mrs. Paul Banks.
Thanks, Anna.
What for?
Well, the coroner's
report had your husband...
with a normal level of alcohol
in his blood when he died.
Michael, what does that prove?
That I finally told the truth?
Maybe it means
that I'm just being...
clever.
Clever enough not to
lie about something...
that I couldn't be sure of.
Well... tsk, Michael,
I'd appreciate
it if you left now.
I have an engagement
tonight with Senator Bowen.
Oh, sure. I'll see you tomorrow.
No. No, I don't think so.
Senator Bowen has arranged
for me to leave tomorrow.
With or without your permission.
( ominous theme playing )
( door closes )
( mysterious theme playing )
( footsteps )
( mysterious theme playing )
WOMAN: Hunter?
No.
Mrs. Marshall.
Give me the gun.
How did you know?
We didn't.
Just knew that Hunter was
gonna meet someone here.
You really would have
used this on him, huh?
ANNE: Yes.
KELLER: That
attempt on your life.
You staged that.
ANNE: I left Mike to make
the phone call the second
I knew he couldn't
change his mind.
KELLER: And you figured if
Mike thought you were a target,
he'd never consider
you a suspect, right?
I didn't think Fred's death
would be investigated
in the first place,
if it looked like an accident.
Then, when you
did investigate, I...
I tried to suggest suicide.
But nothing would stop you.
You know, Mike... I
underestimated you.
But why your husband?
You wouldn't understand.
Why should you pay
the rest of your
life for his mistake?
Isn't that it?
You couldn't divorce him.
That would be desertion.
That would be the
wrong kind of image.
But a widow...
Then you could
start all over again.
Find somebody else to keep you
where you have to be.
( threateningly ):
Don't you judge me.
Don't you dare judge me.
( melancholy theme playing )
Listen, I tell you I
found a new place?
It's over on Polk.
Pizzas.
Fantastic.
Also, got the largest
beer mugs you ever seen.
( bell dings )
Wanna give it a try
after I drop the boat off?
My old man used to
come in every night,
sit at the edge of my bed.
But he'd say,
"Every night, when the day
is over, take a look at yourself.
"Inside yourself.
"See what happened.
"Take a look at the good
things and the bad things.
"Especially the bad
things. The mistakes.
"And tomorrow...
"when the sun comes up,
"you'll be a smarter man.
( voice breaking
): A lot smarter."
( sighs )
Hit me tomorrow,
will you, buddy boy?
Please.
( motor starts )
( dramatic theme playing )
( funky jazz theme playing )