The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 1, Episode 4 - Whose Little Boy Are You? - full transcript
Stone and Keller contend with an AWOL Vietnam War soldier determined to abduct a five-year-old child.
( funky jazz theme playing )
ANNOUNCER: The
Streets of San Francisco.
A Quinn Martin production.
Starring Karl Malden.
Also starring Michael Douglas.
With guest stars James Stacy,
Linda Marsh,
Nancy Wickwire,
Richard O'Brien.
Tonight's episode:
"Whose Little Boy Are You?"
( funky theme playing )
( music box playing )
( music stops )
( door opens )
What the...?
( dramatic theme playing )
( woman screams )
( grunting )
WOMAN: Help!
Somebody help!
Police!
Thanks for showing me.
Well, now, according
to your neighbor,
uh, Mrs. Allen,
who said she saw it,
it was an attempted molestation.
At least, that's
what she phoned in.
Oh, Fay Allen.
Believe me, it was a burglar.
Is your boy all right?
Oh, yes. He's just fine.
Thank you, lieutenant.
Mike, can I show you
something in the bedroom?
Excuse me.
All right, this is exactly how
the radio unit found the place.
Now, according to Mr. Reardon,
he heard a noise,
he came in here,
and he found the guy
going through the kid's drawer.
Why isn't it dumped out?
It's not messed
up. That's right.
And, Mike, look at this.
He was in here too.
What for? I don't know.
Hey, what's this? What...?
What do you make of this wire?
It's on a trip release here,
so when the door opens
the music box is activated.
( door opens ) Need any help?
You can see
nothing's been taken.
Sorry to waste your time.
Mrs. Reardon a good housekeeper?
Oh, yeah. Sure.
Can you describe the burglar?
He was about 5'10", 6 feet.
Uh, kinda husky.
He had on sort of
a... An Army jacket.
I grabbed at him, and he
barreled out the window.
What do you think he was after?
You got me, uh...
That's your job.
What are burglars usually after?
They're usually after
cash, jewelry, drugs.
Things like that.
But they don't like
to work hot houses.
I don't get you. "Hot houses"?
Houses with people
in them, Mr. Reardon.
Say, did your wife straighten
up after you chased him out?
Oh, no. She scooped up
Sean, and ran to our room
and locked the door.
Well, then, what
about this? It's busted.
Oh, yeah, it's... It's
been that way for months.
Well, if your wife is
a good housekeeper,
how come she didn't
vacuum this up?
It's part of the, uh,
music box, isn't it?
Fellas, I'm...
I'm sorry you were
called out this late.
STONE: Was it a
molestation attempt?
I know people don't like to
talk about it, Mr. Reardon,
but molestation is
a very serious thing.
Did he take
anything out of there?
MR. REARDON: No.
It was a burglary
and it fizzled.
Okay? Okay.
Okay.
You and your wife talk it over,
and if you feel
you forgot anything
give me a call. Sure.
Thanks, lieutenant.
Good night,
Mr. Reardon. Inspector.
( sighs )
Mike, I'm gonna change
it from a 288 to a 414.
Or something from
Grimm's Fairy Tales.
You don't go for it
either. No, I don't go for it.
Some guy breaks
into the kid's window,
stays in the kid's room,
looks at the kid's clothes.
There's no valuables
in there. So?
What's in a kid's room that
would interest an intruder?
A kid maybe.
( tense theme playing )
( knocking on door )
Hi. Pete?
Yeah.
Open the door, will you?
No. Joan.
No. Open the... ( gasps )
The Army called me.
You're AWOL for almost a month.
Where have you been, Pete? Nam.
I know that. I... I
mean, in the States,
where have you been?
Right here.
San Francisco?
That's right.
For almost 30 days?
Well, I had things to do.
Pete.
You have to go back.
No.
I gave them seven years.
That's enough.
I'll be staying here
with you, Joan. No!
I'll give you time
to get used to it.
You're not gonna be pushed,
and, uh, you don't
have to be scared.
Well, I am scared.
And besides, I-I have a
life here now without you.
Jo, you got a job in an
insurance company steno pool
for a garbage salary.
You gotta work eight to
ten hours a week overtime
to send your mom money.
And you're dating
a schlump of a guy
named Harvey Taylor.
Who's gonna be an
accountant in two years
if he can cut night
school that long.
Come on, Jo, we
can make it this time.
Did you go to my office?
Did you talk to Harvey?
My mother?
Harvey.
Oh, Pete.
Did you hurt him?
I talked to him.
Pete, if you... I told
him you were my wife.
Then that's why he
ha... ( phone rings )
Did you tell him
not to call me again?
We're gonna see a lawyer, Jo.
I saw a lawyer years ago.
You got a copy of that decree.
Well, we're gonna
get it set aside.
Now, I heard that's
what you can do.
Set the divorce aside.
( phone hangs up )
It's going to be the
way it should have been
a long time ago.
You, me, and Little Pete.
It can't be.
Pete, we're divorced.
( ominous theme playing )
There is no Little Pete.
I couldn't keep him.
I-I had to give him up.
I never even took
him out of the hospital.
I know that.
It's okay, Jo.
It's gonna work.
I found him.
( suspenseful theme playing )
You can't do it.
The boy is almost 5 years old.
He doesn't know you or me.
Whatever else those people
are, they're his parents now.
Look, I'm his dad
and you're his mother.
Now, act like it.
A supermarket?
Come on.
Mommy, look at the toys.
Oh, yes, look at all of them.
Now, darling, you stay here now.
Just one second.
Now, stay right there.
( imitating engine )
Jo.
They call him Sean.
That's the little boy
that you gave away.
Hey, champ. Hi.
You like toys? Mm-hm.
Yeah? Show me
what toys you like here.
You like airplanes, huh?
Mm-hm. And the car.
How about this truck?
This camper truck?
You ever been camping?
No.
MRS. REARDON: Sean?
Sean. Sean, come here.
Mommy, I was just
looking at the camper truck.
Sean!
Now go away.
Leave him alone.
Leave him alone.
Mrs. Reardon, what
kind of military jacket?
Pockets, it had four pockets.
And it was an Army color.
Olive drab?
Like that, yes.
Where is he Martha?
Where's Sean?
Lieutenant Stone had
him go with a policeman
for an ice cream.
Eh, sit down, Mr. Reardon.
You shoulda called me.
I couldn't think.
I'm sorry.
No, she did the right thing.
Now, why don't you tell
us what this is all about?
You see, it wasn't a burglary
and the man had company
with him at the market,
so it was not a molester.
Well, now, what would
they want with your little boy
and why don't you
wanna talk about it?
Mrs. Reardon gave us a very
good description of the couple.
The store manager told us
that they drove off in a camper.
So,
what do we do now, Mr. Reardon?
Mrs. Reardon?
Would either of you
like a cup of coffee?
Oh, no. No, thank you.
Well...
How are things at
work, Mr. Reardon?
At work? STONE: Yes.
Business pretty good?
MR. REARDON: Fine. Very good.
Mrs. Reardon here tells me
that, uh, you work
for Frandelli Brothers.
That's right.
STONE: I know the
place. Meat market.
You follow the 49ers? Heh. Sure.
What kind of a season do
you think they'll have this year?
Oh, I don't know. Uh,
pretty good, I guess.
Oh, I think it'll be pretty
hard to tell, don't you?
( chuckles lightly )
Just like this
whole bag of beans.
I was telling Steve
that it look to me like a
case of attempted kidnapping
but it just doesn't
make any sense.
Not for people like you and me.
We don't get paid that much.
Not unless, uh,
Frandelli is paying
you much more
than I'm pulling from the city.
( chuckles )
No. Not much.
( chuckles ): I didn't think so.
No, just a bum
idea I have. And I...
Believe me, I
have plenty of 'em.
( chuckles )
What do you make it
out to be, Mr. Reardon?
We think that...
Do you know anything about...
diabetics, lieutenant?
No, not much.
Well, why don't
you tell us about it?
Martha's, um...
a brittle diabetic.
Brittle?
I think that's, uh,
an unstable tolerance
for insulin. Isn't it?
And carbohydrates.
In... In some cases, a
diabetic can... collapse.
I-I haven't,
not for almost seven
years now, but...
We're not allowed to adopt.
So your little boy's
adopted. Yeah.
STONE: And the
adoption is illegal.
Or questionable.
And you think that
the guy and the woman
are his natural parents.
Do you have a
name, Mrs. Reardon?
No. We... We've never seen them.
And that was part
of the understanding.
They're not supposed
to even know who we are.
Well, they apparently do.
What do you think
they found out?
We've had Sean since
he was a week old.
We're the only parents he knows.
And he wouldn't know
what was happening
if they made us give him back.
Mrs. Reardon, who could
have given them your name?
The doctor, I suppose.
He arranged it.
We paid him for it.
He signed the health
papers for Martha.
He knew about her health?
It was five years
ago, lieutenant.
Babies were available then.
There were baby mills.
So you bought a son.
It sounds... Sounds
awful, but we love him
more than life.
You know, Mike, we have
either attempted kidnapping
or child-stealing or nothing.
Well, apparently,
he doesn't know
about the phony
health certificates
or he wouldn't be breaking
into their house at 3 a.m.
He'd be in court.
Unless he's a crazy.
Or he isn't the real father.
Mr. Reardon,
where can we find this doctor?
I think you better
talk to my lawyer.
I don't need a lawyer, doctor.
You want one,
fine. Either way...
You just tell me who you gave
Barney Reardon's name to.
I'm sorry, I can't help you.
Doctor,
what I know is that
there's a 5-year-old child
who's a target.
Someone's taken two
cracks at him already.
And I also know that there's
a name in that filing cabinet
that matches a guy
wearing a GI jacket
who drives a camper.
Either Inspector Keller goes
downtown for a court order
to open that cabinet,
or you tell us now.
Dr. Kemp, did you
have an accident,
or did someone work you over?
I fell. You were pushed
by a guy about 5'10",
maybe 6 feet tall, husky,
wearing a GI
jacket with pockets.
No. KELLER: Come on!
A man came in wanting
Reardon's name and address.
You wouldn't give it to him,
so he leaned on you. No.
STONE: You talked
about something.
What name did he give you?
What was the baby's name?
N-no, it's not true. I fell.
Doctor,
take a look at yourself.
You're a grown man.
You can handle yourself.
Can you imagine what
he'd do to a 5-year-old child?
What was the
baby's name, doctor?
Genetti.
The mother's name was Genetti.
Throw in the first name.
Joan.
We'd like to see the file.
It was five years ago.
A lot of infants to be placed.
I was only trying to find
a good home for the child.
( sighs )
Norm. Hi, it's Keller.
Look, I need all the
information you can give me
on a Joan Genetti.
G-E-N-E-T-T-I, at
440 East Glendon.
May be an old address.
It's on the Reardon matter.
I'll hold, yeah.
It was in the nature of
a favor to Mrs. Genetti.
Uh, and the Reardons.
Tell me,
what did a small,
healthy human being
bring on the open
market, doctor?
Okay, here we go.
Naptime for you. Yeah, sweetie.
Okay, let me take your sweater.
Barney. Yeah?
( suspenseful theme playing )
Mommy, what
happened to my clothes?
( funky theme playing )
Oh, I don't know.
Somewhere around
Banff, Lake Louise.
Anywhere in Canada.
Pete.
Pete, there's a gun in here.
It's a carbine.
There's ammo, shelter
halves, ration cans,
anything we might need up there.
They know, Pete.
Those people know
what you're gonna do now.
That's right.
It's not right, Pete.
That little boy
won't understand it.
He doesn't even
know who you are.
That little boy is my
son, Jo, and yours.
Now, he'll get to know us.
The clothes, the toys,
all these things'll help.
He needs us.
And we need him.
Why now, Pete?
Why all of a sudden now?
I got four letters from you.
From the time we were married
until the time I
wrote to tell you
that we were gonna have a baby.
And then nothing.
What was I supposed to do?
I don't know.
Understand, I guess.
Just understand.
Understand what?
That I was married
to a... A war lover?
A soldier who reenlisted
when I was two-months pregnant?
And didn't even ask for...
For re-up leave to tell me why.
There were reasons, Jo.
Well, I would like to hear them.
I wrote to you that... That
I was going to Nevada.
I told you that I
couldn't cut it alone.
That I wanted a divorce.
Nothing, Pete.
No letter, no telegram.
I was in a firebase, Jo.
We're getting hit
60 times a day.
We're getting supply
drops once every two weeks.
Tough, sergeant.
I was 19 and pregnant.
And alone.
You had a choice. I didn't.
I was wrong.
I made a mistake, Jo.
That's all. I just
made a mistake.
( sighs )
You know, before I went to Nam,
there wasn't one soul on
this earth that needed me.
And in Nam, I found out a
whole platoon needed me.
Now, I thought that they
were my responsibility, Jo.
Okay, I was wrong.
I woke up and
they were all gone.
All of them.
And I was in the base hospital.
I didn't know that.
So they wanted to
rotate me back out there
to the rice paddies.
And I couldn't
go. I couldn't hack
looking after a
bunch of new scrubs.
I just couldn't help
'em, and I knew it.
You see, nobody
can look after anyone
but their own.
Now, I can only look after you,
and me, and Little Pete.
And, Jo, that's where it is.
It won't work.
They'll stop you.
The parents, the
Army, the... The police.
No one's gonna stop me.
It'll work because
it has to work.
That's all there is, Jo.
( ominous theme playing )
Pete.
Pete, listen.
I told you that I
wouldn't push you.
I'm gonna get him now.
And when we get back,
I want you waiting for us.
Come on.
We can put it back together.
I know it.
I need you, Jo.
I need both of you.
( gun cocks )
Barney. Barney. No,
put it away, please.
Lieutenant Stone will
be here any minute.
When Stone
comes I'll put it away.
Meantime, that
guy shows up here,
he's gonna get two
barrels of double aught.
( phone rings )
Hello. PETE: Mr. Reardon?
This is Mr. Coleman
of the Bureau of Adoptions.
Bureau of Adoptions?
Yes, sir. There seems to
be some irregularity in, uh,
yours and Mrs. Reardon's
adoption procedure.
Well, what irregularity,
Mr. Coleman?
Well, sir, there
seems to be a question
as to the legality of
Joan Genetti's divorce.
Technically, you
see, her husband
may still be
entitled to custody.
As you know, he never
signed the adoption papers.
You mean, we...
We'd have to reopen?
Exactly, Mr. Reardon.
My supervisor's
asked me to drop by
and discuss it with you.
Shall we say half an hour?
But I...
Sure. Half an hour.
Mr. Reardon, try not to
worry. During the investigation,
we'll have a very,
very nice foster family
look after your little boy.
Bye, Mr. Reardon.
( phone clicks )
Get your things
together, Martha.
And Sean's.
I want you out of
here in five minutes.
Barney... Pack.
Get yourself a motel room
someplace for a few days.
I'll talk to Mr. Frandelli,
see if I can get some time off.
We have to get
Sean away from here.
That m-man on the phone.
You said "Bureau of Adoptions"?
Stone.
Stone must've told
them the whole thing.
Forrest, Sergeant Peter James.
Now, you're sure?
Well, then, what
name does he have
on the dependency allotment?
Ah.
Joan Genetti Forrest.
Yeah, it ties.
Thank you, colonel.
Forrest. Yeah, here it
is: "Joan Genetti Forrest.
1552 Greenwich, Apartment 4."
I'll get on it. Good.
Check the street and the garage.
Oh, and listen.
If that camper is
anywhere in the vicinity,
you call back. You
understand? Yeah.
This guy is AWOL.
He's got more combat kills
than Bonnie and Clyde.
Oh, let me have
Reardon's number.
Call me at the market, okay?
I... I can't keep him in... In the
motel room all the time, Barney.
Okay. Okay.
Check in somewhere
and then you can
take him out for an hour or so.
Take your sister along.
Keep your eyes on him.
I'll talk to Mr. Frandelli.
( voice breaking ) Whole
world's coming down on us.
( tense theme playing )
( phone ringing )
Are you Joan Forrest?
Yes.
My name's Inspector Keller.
Come on in.
Is Sergeant Forrest here?
No.
Has he been here, ma'am?
Where is he, Mrs. Forrest?
I've been sitting
over that phone
for 20 minutes...
That's how long
Pete's been gone.
Trying to decide
whether to call the police
or the Reardons.
Well, why didn't you?
Because there
would've been shooting.
Anybody who gets
in Pete's way now
is gonna have to
kill him to stop him.
Maybe his way,
no one'll get killed.
What is his way?
He's on his way now
to... To pick up the boy
and then he's bringing him here.
He left about 20
minutes ago? Yes.
He's driving the
camper, right? Yes.
( sighs ) Lieutenant
Stone, please.
I'll need that license
number, Mrs. Forrest.
Lee. Lee, is Mike there?
All right, listen.
Lay on an APB for
a Peter J. Forrest.
What's the model of
the camper? I don't know.
What year is it?
Um, uh, 1971, I think.
'71. License number?
I... I... I don't know.
California plates? I
don't... Yes. Yes. I think so.
Probable California plates.
License number unknown.
Color? Um, green and white.
Green and white.
It's a 288: Crime
Against a Child.
Approach with caution.
Alert all vehicles,
South San Francisco.
The vicinity of 491 Clark.
I'll be at 555-2870.
Right.
( sighs )
Are you gonna wait?
Yes, ma'am.
He'll have the boy
with him, you know that.
I know, Mrs. Forrest.
I know.
I gotta tell you, Stone.
Whatever it is you
want with Barney,
I'm behind him 110 percent.
The best cutter in the business.
He said ten minutes,
he'll be here in ten minutes.
You're sure he's on the
way? I was just by his house.
The bus.
You know what the bus
schedule is these days.
Martha takes the car,
Barney hops a bus.
The wife has the car?
What about the little boy?
Ask Barney, here he is.
( breathing heavily )
Sal, I gotta talk to you.
Mr. Reardon...
You, I don't need.
You and the Bureau of
Adoptions. I got the call.
What call? What bureau?
We leveled with him.
He blew the whistle on us.
What are you talking
about? I didn't call a bureau.
How'd they find
out? ( phone rings )
How'd they come up with
this "irregularity" business?
When? What did they say?
He said that they... They
were reopening the adoption.
That Sean'd have to be
sent off to a foster home...
Baloney.
That was no agency.
Now, where's
your wife and child?
I sent 'em off someplace.
Frandelli, get off the phone.
Mrs. Liebowitz,
call you right back.
Mr. Reardon, now, I
asked you a question.
Where are your
wife and child now?
I don't know.
( carnival music playing )
Oh, Alma, my head's splitting.
All the excitement,
the phone call.
Here, you want an aspirin?
Oh, thank you. I-I left
everything at the hotel.
There's a... There's
a fountain over there.
Sean won't get out of my sight.
All right, I'll... I'll get
him another ticket.
I got him three more tickets.
Alma?
I think I've lost him.
( inaudible dialogue )
( carnival music
playing distantly )
You should've stayed
with him, honey.
Now, I think we know
which way he's headed.
Um, Mr. and Mrs.
Reardon, come with me.
And have your sister
drive your car home for you.
All right.
Eight-one, headquarters.
DISPATCHER: Go ahead, 8-1.
Alert Keller at
Forrest's apartment.
Company's coming.
( rings )
Hello?
Inspector.
Yeah?
Thank you, Lee.
He has the boy.
Up in Canada, they got trees,
they got lakes, mountains...
Mountain lions.
Does Canada have mountain lions?
Ha-ha! Yeah, they
got mountain lions too.
Thousands of 'em.
And they got moose up there too.
By the way, Joan is her name.
You're really gonna like her.
Okay.
( horn honks )
All right, he's here.
Now, Mrs. Forrest, I'd like
you to go in the other room.
Please.
Please, don't shoot him.
Look, I don't wanna shoot him
and I don't want him
to hurt that little boy.
( horn honks )
Isn't he coming
in? I don't know.
Never occurred to
me that he wouldn't.
( horn honks )
( ominous theme playing )
What do you know, little buddy?
We've been mousetrapped.
Charlie set us up.
Who's Charlie?
Charlie... He sets
tripwires on the trails
and mines the villages.
Charlie's the enemy.
( action theme playing )
He's going.
Come on, get in.
This is 81. Keller
to headquarters.
Subject's vehicle proceeding
west on Greenwich.
DISPATCHER: 10-4.
All units, Code
33 now in effect.
Clear all channels.
Inspectors 81 now in pursuit
of subject vehicle.
A white '71 camper.
California license
number 658DOU.
Vehicle is under
surveillance. Do not approach.
Do not intercept.
So in our army, yours and mine,
we have sergeants
and we have privates.
Now, you're a private,
and I'm a sergeant, okay?
Does our army have guns?
No, the sergeants do.
And the privates do
what the sergeants say.
The sergeants are the daddies.
Yeah, that's right.
They're like daddies.
Camper now on Fort Funston Road.
DISPATCHER: 10-4.
Well, what do you know?
Charlie outflanked us.
What do you say we go to ground?
Okay.
( horn honking )
Move it!
( yells )
It's like a roller
coaster, isn't it?
That man knows where he's going.
I'll call in some backup units.
Just to cut off the exit, sure.
But we're not gonna get
that young fella with firepower.
Can't use tear gas
with a kid in there.
What do you wanna do, Mike?
Let me have a flashlight.
All right.
Mr. Reardon,
I'm sure your wife would be much
more comfortable farther back.
Sure. Come on, honey.
Mike.
We're gonna talk.
Pete Forrest and
I are gonna talk.
About what?
We'll think of something.
It's dark in here.
Yeah. It is dark, isn't it?
But privates don't get scared.
They just take the
sergeant's hand
and plow ahead.
Just like marching
through Dixie.
STONE: Sergeant.
Sergeant Forrest.
This is Lieutenant Stone.
San Francisco Police Department.
I'm unarmed.
I'd like to talk to you.
All right. Cover all the exits,
all right? And no shooting.
PETE: I played in here once.
A long time ago
when I was a little kid.
They used to have
big guns in here.
What for?
Oh, protect the bay.
People thought that maybe
big ships might sail in here
and shoot at the city.
Charlie?
Is that who?
You got it pal. Charlie.
STONE: Sergeant.
SEAN: I think I wanna go.
I'd like to go home now.
This is it for now, private.
This is home.
No. I don't think I like it.
Here.
Here, I got a light for you.
You hold onto that.
My daddy has one of those.
Yeah, sure.
STONE: Sergeant.
Listen, sergeant.
Let's stop and talk.
I'm gonna go out on
recon for just a little while,
and I want you to
be in charge, okay?
I don't think...
How old are you?
Five. Five years old.
That's old enough.
Here.
See the second hand?
The big one going
round real fast. Mm-hm.
Okay, I want you to
keep your eye on that.
And when it goes around one,
two times, I'll be back.
Okay?
Okay.
( dramatic theme playing )
Sergeant!
These bunkers go
on and on forever.
Why don't we stop
and ta...? ( gun cocks )
PETE: Drop the light.
Drop it.
Pushup position.
Okay, duck squat.
Hands behind your neck.
Mike Stone, San
Francisco Police.
Pete Forrest, unattached.
Your buddies outside?
Mm-hmm.
But we won't need
them, you and me.
Good.
Because I wanna
tell you something...
You're gonna hear it anyway.
Sean's adoption
was based on a
falsified document.
What does that mean?
It means...
It means I'm gonna get up.
Stay there. No.
Nope, nope.
( grunts )
Oh.
If I were as young
as you I'd do it for you,
but these bones just
don't mind anymore.
( sighs )
Thanks.
That's better.
Dr. Kemp
phonied Mrs. Reardon's
health certificate.
The adoption may or
may not hold up in court.
Well, are you saying that
we can get our boy back?
I'm not gonna lie
to you, sergeant.
You've got an AWOL to clear up.
Yeah, but Joan,
she could go to court.
Yes, if she wanted to.
Why wouldn't she?
Sergeant,
that little boy doesn't know
anybody but the Reardons.
They've been his
parents all his life.
You wanna take
that away from him?
SEAN: Sergeant?
( footsteps )
What is it?
The big hand's been
around and around.
Can I go home now?
Maybe my daddy misses me.
Well, what about Canada?
And all the lakes and fishing
we were talking about, remember?
My mommy and daddy need me.
I'm supposed to go.
Well, I need you too, pal.
Yes, sir, but... Listen to me.
I wanna tell you something.
I want you to pay attention.
Five years ago...
STONE: Forrest,
don't do that.
You wanna push this
thing, do it in court.
Do it legally.
Now, that's your decision.
But not here.
Not to a 5-year-old child.
Why, don't you know
that when you're 5 you're
looking for an anchor?
Something solid.
Something to hold on to?
Well, he's got that now.
Son, I wanna ask you a question.
Whose little boy are you?
My daddy's and mommy's.
And who's your daddy and mommy?
Mr. and Mrs. Barney
Reardon. They live...
What is he gonna say?
What else does he know?
Of course.
Leave him that, will you, Pete?
Otherwise, he may
never know who he is.
( somber theme playing )
Sean,
you go get that
man's flashlight?
Thank you, son.
You're welcome.
( dramatic theme playing )
( mellow theme playing )
Maybe you oughta
write this report yourself.
It's beginning to look
like a set of references
for Peter J. Forrest.
Yeah.
Well, that's great.
What? That.
I think that's very nice.
"Think"?
You're a cop, buddy boy.
You're not paid to think.
Cordon, do me a favor, will you?
Make sure that this
gets to motor pool, huh?
Thanks.
Come on, move it. Let's go.
( funky 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 James Stacy,
Linda Marsh,
Nancy Wickwire,
Richard O'Brien.
Tonight's episode:
"Whose Little Boy Are You?"
( funky theme playing )
( music box playing )
( music stops )
( door opens )
What the...?
( dramatic theme playing )
( woman screams )
( grunting )
WOMAN: Help!
Somebody help!
Police!
Thanks for showing me.
Well, now, according
to your neighbor,
uh, Mrs. Allen,
who said she saw it,
it was an attempted molestation.
At least, that's
what she phoned in.
Oh, Fay Allen.
Believe me, it was a burglar.
Is your boy all right?
Oh, yes. He's just fine.
Thank you, lieutenant.
Mike, can I show you
something in the bedroom?
Excuse me.
All right, this is exactly how
the radio unit found the place.
Now, according to Mr. Reardon,
he heard a noise,
he came in here,
and he found the guy
going through the kid's drawer.
Why isn't it dumped out?
It's not messed
up. That's right.
And, Mike, look at this.
He was in here too.
What for? I don't know.
Hey, what's this? What...?
What do you make of this wire?
It's on a trip release here,
so when the door opens
the music box is activated.
( door opens ) Need any help?
You can see
nothing's been taken.
Sorry to waste your time.
Mrs. Reardon a good housekeeper?
Oh, yeah. Sure.
Can you describe the burglar?
He was about 5'10", 6 feet.
Uh, kinda husky.
He had on sort of
a... An Army jacket.
I grabbed at him, and he
barreled out the window.
What do you think he was after?
You got me, uh...
That's your job.
What are burglars usually after?
They're usually after
cash, jewelry, drugs.
Things like that.
But they don't like
to work hot houses.
I don't get you. "Hot houses"?
Houses with people
in them, Mr. Reardon.
Say, did your wife straighten
up after you chased him out?
Oh, no. She scooped up
Sean, and ran to our room
and locked the door.
Well, then, what
about this? It's busted.
Oh, yeah, it's... It's
been that way for months.
Well, if your wife is
a good housekeeper,
how come she didn't
vacuum this up?
It's part of the, uh,
music box, isn't it?
Fellas, I'm...
I'm sorry you were
called out this late.
STONE: Was it a
molestation attempt?
I know people don't like to
talk about it, Mr. Reardon,
but molestation is
a very serious thing.
Did he take
anything out of there?
MR. REARDON: No.
It was a burglary
and it fizzled.
Okay? Okay.
Okay.
You and your wife talk it over,
and if you feel
you forgot anything
give me a call. Sure.
Thanks, lieutenant.
Good night,
Mr. Reardon. Inspector.
( sighs )
Mike, I'm gonna change
it from a 288 to a 414.
Or something from
Grimm's Fairy Tales.
You don't go for it
either. No, I don't go for it.
Some guy breaks
into the kid's window,
stays in the kid's room,
looks at the kid's clothes.
There's no valuables
in there. So?
What's in a kid's room that
would interest an intruder?
A kid maybe.
( tense theme playing )
( knocking on door )
Hi. Pete?
Yeah.
Open the door, will you?
No. Joan.
No. Open the... ( gasps )
The Army called me.
You're AWOL for almost a month.
Where have you been, Pete? Nam.
I know that. I... I
mean, in the States,
where have you been?
Right here.
San Francisco?
That's right.
For almost 30 days?
Well, I had things to do.
Pete.
You have to go back.
No.
I gave them seven years.
That's enough.
I'll be staying here
with you, Joan. No!
I'll give you time
to get used to it.
You're not gonna be pushed,
and, uh, you don't
have to be scared.
Well, I am scared.
And besides, I-I have a
life here now without you.
Jo, you got a job in an
insurance company steno pool
for a garbage salary.
You gotta work eight to
ten hours a week overtime
to send your mom money.
And you're dating
a schlump of a guy
named Harvey Taylor.
Who's gonna be an
accountant in two years
if he can cut night
school that long.
Come on, Jo, we
can make it this time.
Did you go to my office?
Did you talk to Harvey?
My mother?
Harvey.
Oh, Pete.
Did you hurt him?
I talked to him.
Pete, if you... I told
him you were my wife.
Then that's why he
ha... ( phone rings )
Did you tell him
not to call me again?
We're gonna see a lawyer, Jo.
I saw a lawyer years ago.
You got a copy of that decree.
Well, we're gonna
get it set aside.
Now, I heard that's
what you can do.
Set the divorce aside.
( phone hangs up )
It's going to be the
way it should have been
a long time ago.
You, me, and Little Pete.
It can't be.
Pete, we're divorced.
( ominous theme playing )
There is no Little Pete.
I couldn't keep him.
I-I had to give him up.
I never even took
him out of the hospital.
I know that.
It's okay, Jo.
It's gonna work.
I found him.
( suspenseful theme playing )
You can't do it.
The boy is almost 5 years old.
He doesn't know you or me.
Whatever else those people
are, they're his parents now.
Look, I'm his dad
and you're his mother.
Now, act like it.
A supermarket?
Come on.
Mommy, look at the toys.
Oh, yes, look at all of them.
Now, darling, you stay here now.
Just one second.
Now, stay right there.
( imitating engine )
Jo.
They call him Sean.
That's the little boy
that you gave away.
Hey, champ. Hi.
You like toys? Mm-hm.
Yeah? Show me
what toys you like here.
You like airplanes, huh?
Mm-hm. And the car.
How about this truck?
This camper truck?
You ever been camping?
No.
MRS. REARDON: Sean?
Sean. Sean, come here.
Mommy, I was just
looking at the camper truck.
Sean!
Now go away.
Leave him alone.
Leave him alone.
Mrs. Reardon, what
kind of military jacket?
Pockets, it had four pockets.
And it was an Army color.
Olive drab?
Like that, yes.
Where is he Martha?
Where's Sean?
Lieutenant Stone had
him go with a policeman
for an ice cream.
Eh, sit down, Mr. Reardon.
You shoulda called me.
I couldn't think.
I'm sorry.
No, she did the right thing.
Now, why don't you tell
us what this is all about?
You see, it wasn't a burglary
and the man had company
with him at the market,
so it was not a molester.
Well, now, what would
they want with your little boy
and why don't you
wanna talk about it?
Mrs. Reardon gave us a very
good description of the couple.
The store manager told us
that they drove off in a camper.
So,
what do we do now, Mr. Reardon?
Mrs. Reardon?
Would either of you
like a cup of coffee?
Oh, no. No, thank you.
Well...
How are things at
work, Mr. Reardon?
At work? STONE: Yes.
Business pretty good?
MR. REARDON: Fine. Very good.
Mrs. Reardon here tells me
that, uh, you work
for Frandelli Brothers.
That's right.
STONE: I know the
place. Meat market.
You follow the 49ers? Heh. Sure.
What kind of a season do
you think they'll have this year?
Oh, I don't know. Uh,
pretty good, I guess.
Oh, I think it'll be pretty
hard to tell, don't you?
( chuckles lightly )
Just like this
whole bag of beans.
I was telling Steve
that it look to me like a
case of attempted kidnapping
but it just doesn't
make any sense.
Not for people like you and me.
We don't get paid that much.
Not unless, uh,
Frandelli is paying
you much more
than I'm pulling from the city.
( chuckles )
No. Not much.
( chuckles ): I didn't think so.
No, just a bum
idea I have. And I...
Believe me, I
have plenty of 'em.
( chuckles )
What do you make it
out to be, Mr. Reardon?
We think that...
Do you know anything about...
diabetics, lieutenant?
No, not much.
Well, why don't
you tell us about it?
Martha's, um...
a brittle diabetic.
Brittle?
I think that's, uh,
an unstable tolerance
for insulin. Isn't it?
And carbohydrates.
In... In some cases, a
diabetic can... collapse.
I-I haven't,
not for almost seven
years now, but...
We're not allowed to adopt.
So your little boy's
adopted. Yeah.
STONE: And the
adoption is illegal.
Or questionable.
And you think that
the guy and the woman
are his natural parents.
Do you have a
name, Mrs. Reardon?
No. We... We've never seen them.
And that was part
of the understanding.
They're not supposed
to even know who we are.
Well, they apparently do.
What do you think
they found out?
We've had Sean since
he was a week old.
We're the only parents he knows.
And he wouldn't know
what was happening
if they made us give him back.
Mrs. Reardon, who could
have given them your name?
The doctor, I suppose.
He arranged it.
We paid him for it.
He signed the health
papers for Martha.
He knew about her health?
It was five years
ago, lieutenant.
Babies were available then.
There were baby mills.
So you bought a son.
It sounds... Sounds
awful, but we love him
more than life.
You know, Mike, we have
either attempted kidnapping
or child-stealing or nothing.
Well, apparently,
he doesn't know
about the phony
health certificates
or he wouldn't be breaking
into their house at 3 a.m.
He'd be in court.
Unless he's a crazy.
Or he isn't the real father.
Mr. Reardon,
where can we find this doctor?
I think you better
talk to my lawyer.
I don't need a lawyer, doctor.
You want one,
fine. Either way...
You just tell me who you gave
Barney Reardon's name to.
I'm sorry, I can't help you.
Doctor,
what I know is that
there's a 5-year-old child
who's a target.
Someone's taken two
cracks at him already.
And I also know that there's
a name in that filing cabinet
that matches a guy
wearing a GI jacket
who drives a camper.
Either Inspector Keller goes
downtown for a court order
to open that cabinet,
or you tell us now.
Dr. Kemp, did you
have an accident,
or did someone work you over?
I fell. You were pushed
by a guy about 5'10",
maybe 6 feet tall, husky,
wearing a GI
jacket with pockets.
No. KELLER: Come on!
A man came in wanting
Reardon's name and address.
You wouldn't give it to him,
so he leaned on you. No.
STONE: You talked
about something.
What name did he give you?
What was the baby's name?
N-no, it's not true. I fell.
Doctor,
take a look at yourself.
You're a grown man.
You can handle yourself.
Can you imagine what
he'd do to a 5-year-old child?
What was the
baby's name, doctor?
Genetti.
The mother's name was Genetti.
Throw in the first name.
Joan.
We'd like to see the file.
It was five years ago.
A lot of infants to be placed.
I was only trying to find
a good home for the child.
( sighs )
Norm. Hi, it's Keller.
Look, I need all the
information you can give me
on a Joan Genetti.
G-E-N-E-T-T-I, at
440 East Glendon.
May be an old address.
It's on the Reardon matter.
I'll hold, yeah.
It was in the nature of
a favor to Mrs. Genetti.
Uh, and the Reardons.
Tell me,
what did a small,
healthy human being
bring on the open
market, doctor?
Okay, here we go.
Naptime for you. Yeah, sweetie.
Okay, let me take your sweater.
Barney. Yeah?
( suspenseful theme playing )
Mommy, what
happened to my clothes?
( funky theme playing )
Oh, I don't know.
Somewhere around
Banff, Lake Louise.
Anywhere in Canada.
Pete.
Pete, there's a gun in here.
It's a carbine.
There's ammo, shelter
halves, ration cans,
anything we might need up there.
They know, Pete.
Those people know
what you're gonna do now.
That's right.
It's not right, Pete.
That little boy
won't understand it.
He doesn't even
know who you are.
That little boy is my
son, Jo, and yours.
Now, he'll get to know us.
The clothes, the toys,
all these things'll help.
He needs us.
And we need him.
Why now, Pete?
Why all of a sudden now?
I got four letters from you.
From the time we were married
until the time I
wrote to tell you
that we were gonna have a baby.
And then nothing.
What was I supposed to do?
I don't know.
Understand, I guess.
Just understand.
Understand what?
That I was married
to a... A war lover?
A soldier who reenlisted
when I was two-months pregnant?
And didn't even ask for...
For re-up leave to tell me why.
There were reasons, Jo.
Well, I would like to hear them.
I wrote to you that... That
I was going to Nevada.
I told you that I
couldn't cut it alone.
That I wanted a divorce.
Nothing, Pete.
No letter, no telegram.
I was in a firebase, Jo.
We're getting hit
60 times a day.
We're getting supply
drops once every two weeks.
Tough, sergeant.
I was 19 and pregnant.
And alone.
You had a choice. I didn't.
I was wrong.
I made a mistake, Jo.
That's all. I just
made a mistake.
( sighs )
You know, before I went to Nam,
there wasn't one soul on
this earth that needed me.
And in Nam, I found out a
whole platoon needed me.
Now, I thought that they
were my responsibility, Jo.
Okay, I was wrong.
I woke up and
they were all gone.
All of them.
And I was in the base hospital.
I didn't know that.
So they wanted to
rotate me back out there
to the rice paddies.
And I couldn't
go. I couldn't hack
looking after a
bunch of new scrubs.
I just couldn't help
'em, and I knew it.
You see, nobody
can look after anyone
but their own.
Now, I can only look after you,
and me, and Little Pete.
And, Jo, that's where it is.
It won't work.
They'll stop you.
The parents, the
Army, the... The police.
No one's gonna stop me.
It'll work because
it has to work.
That's all there is, Jo.
( ominous theme playing )
Pete.
Pete, listen.
I told you that I
wouldn't push you.
I'm gonna get him now.
And when we get back,
I want you waiting for us.
Come on.
We can put it back together.
I know it.
I need you, Jo.
I need both of you.
( gun cocks )
Barney. Barney. No,
put it away, please.
Lieutenant Stone will
be here any minute.
When Stone
comes I'll put it away.
Meantime, that
guy shows up here,
he's gonna get two
barrels of double aught.
( phone rings )
Hello. PETE: Mr. Reardon?
This is Mr. Coleman
of the Bureau of Adoptions.
Bureau of Adoptions?
Yes, sir. There seems to
be some irregularity in, uh,
yours and Mrs. Reardon's
adoption procedure.
Well, what irregularity,
Mr. Coleman?
Well, sir, there
seems to be a question
as to the legality of
Joan Genetti's divorce.
Technically, you
see, her husband
may still be
entitled to custody.
As you know, he never
signed the adoption papers.
You mean, we...
We'd have to reopen?
Exactly, Mr. Reardon.
My supervisor's
asked me to drop by
and discuss it with you.
Shall we say half an hour?
But I...
Sure. Half an hour.
Mr. Reardon, try not to
worry. During the investigation,
we'll have a very,
very nice foster family
look after your little boy.
Bye, Mr. Reardon.
( phone clicks )
Get your things
together, Martha.
And Sean's.
I want you out of
here in five minutes.
Barney... Pack.
Get yourself a motel room
someplace for a few days.
I'll talk to Mr. Frandelli,
see if I can get some time off.
We have to get
Sean away from here.
That m-man on the phone.
You said "Bureau of Adoptions"?
Stone.
Stone must've told
them the whole thing.
Forrest, Sergeant Peter James.
Now, you're sure?
Well, then, what
name does he have
on the dependency allotment?
Ah.
Joan Genetti Forrest.
Yeah, it ties.
Thank you, colonel.
Forrest. Yeah, here it
is: "Joan Genetti Forrest.
1552 Greenwich, Apartment 4."
I'll get on it. Good.
Check the street and the garage.
Oh, and listen.
If that camper is
anywhere in the vicinity,
you call back. You
understand? Yeah.
This guy is AWOL.
He's got more combat kills
than Bonnie and Clyde.
Oh, let me have
Reardon's number.
Call me at the market, okay?
I... I can't keep him in... In the
motel room all the time, Barney.
Okay. Okay.
Check in somewhere
and then you can
take him out for an hour or so.
Take your sister along.
Keep your eyes on him.
I'll talk to Mr. Frandelli.
( voice breaking ) Whole
world's coming down on us.
( tense theme playing )
( phone ringing )
Are you Joan Forrest?
Yes.
My name's Inspector Keller.
Come on in.
Is Sergeant Forrest here?
No.
Has he been here, ma'am?
Where is he, Mrs. Forrest?
I've been sitting
over that phone
for 20 minutes...
That's how long
Pete's been gone.
Trying to decide
whether to call the police
or the Reardons.
Well, why didn't you?
Because there
would've been shooting.
Anybody who gets
in Pete's way now
is gonna have to
kill him to stop him.
Maybe his way,
no one'll get killed.
What is his way?
He's on his way now
to... To pick up the boy
and then he's bringing him here.
He left about 20
minutes ago? Yes.
He's driving the
camper, right? Yes.
( sighs ) Lieutenant
Stone, please.
I'll need that license
number, Mrs. Forrest.
Lee. Lee, is Mike there?
All right, listen.
Lay on an APB for
a Peter J. Forrest.
What's the model of
the camper? I don't know.
What year is it?
Um, uh, 1971, I think.
'71. License number?
I... I... I don't know.
California plates? I
don't... Yes. Yes. I think so.
Probable California plates.
License number unknown.
Color? Um, green and white.
Green and white.
It's a 288: Crime
Against a Child.
Approach with caution.
Alert all vehicles,
South San Francisco.
The vicinity of 491 Clark.
I'll be at 555-2870.
Right.
( sighs )
Are you gonna wait?
Yes, ma'am.
He'll have the boy
with him, you know that.
I know, Mrs. Forrest.
I know.
I gotta tell you, Stone.
Whatever it is you
want with Barney,
I'm behind him 110 percent.
The best cutter in the business.
He said ten minutes,
he'll be here in ten minutes.
You're sure he's on the
way? I was just by his house.
The bus.
You know what the bus
schedule is these days.
Martha takes the car,
Barney hops a bus.
The wife has the car?
What about the little boy?
Ask Barney, here he is.
( breathing heavily )
Sal, I gotta talk to you.
Mr. Reardon...
You, I don't need.
You and the Bureau of
Adoptions. I got the call.
What call? What bureau?
We leveled with him.
He blew the whistle on us.
What are you talking
about? I didn't call a bureau.
How'd they find
out? ( phone rings )
How'd they come up with
this "irregularity" business?
When? What did they say?
He said that they... They
were reopening the adoption.
That Sean'd have to be
sent off to a foster home...
Baloney.
That was no agency.
Now, where's
your wife and child?
I sent 'em off someplace.
Frandelli, get off the phone.
Mrs. Liebowitz,
call you right back.
Mr. Reardon, now, I
asked you a question.
Where are your
wife and child now?
I don't know.
( carnival music playing )
Oh, Alma, my head's splitting.
All the excitement,
the phone call.
Here, you want an aspirin?
Oh, thank you. I-I left
everything at the hotel.
There's a... There's
a fountain over there.
Sean won't get out of my sight.
All right, I'll... I'll get
him another ticket.
I got him three more tickets.
Alma?
I think I've lost him.
( inaudible dialogue )
( carnival music
playing distantly )
You should've stayed
with him, honey.
Now, I think we know
which way he's headed.
Um, Mr. and Mrs.
Reardon, come with me.
And have your sister
drive your car home for you.
All right.
Eight-one, headquarters.
DISPATCHER: Go ahead, 8-1.
Alert Keller at
Forrest's apartment.
Company's coming.
( rings )
Hello?
Inspector.
Yeah?
Thank you, Lee.
He has the boy.
Up in Canada, they got trees,
they got lakes, mountains...
Mountain lions.
Does Canada have mountain lions?
Ha-ha! Yeah, they
got mountain lions too.
Thousands of 'em.
And they got moose up there too.
By the way, Joan is her name.
You're really gonna like her.
Okay.
( horn honks )
All right, he's here.
Now, Mrs. Forrest, I'd like
you to go in the other room.
Please.
Please, don't shoot him.
Look, I don't wanna shoot him
and I don't want him
to hurt that little boy.
( horn honks )
Isn't he coming
in? I don't know.
Never occurred to
me that he wouldn't.
( horn honks )
( ominous theme playing )
What do you know, little buddy?
We've been mousetrapped.
Charlie set us up.
Who's Charlie?
Charlie... He sets
tripwires on the trails
and mines the villages.
Charlie's the enemy.
( action theme playing )
He's going.
Come on, get in.
This is 81. Keller
to headquarters.
Subject's vehicle proceeding
west on Greenwich.
DISPATCHER: 10-4.
All units, Code
33 now in effect.
Clear all channels.
Inspectors 81 now in pursuit
of subject vehicle.
A white '71 camper.
California license
number 658DOU.
Vehicle is under
surveillance. Do not approach.
Do not intercept.
So in our army, yours and mine,
we have sergeants
and we have privates.
Now, you're a private,
and I'm a sergeant, okay?
Does our army have guns?
No, the sergeants do.
And the privates do
what the sergeants say.
The sergeants are the daddies.
Yeah, that's right.
They're like daddies.
Camper now on Fort Funston Road.
DISPATCHER: 10-4.
Well, what do you know?
Charlie outflanked us.
What do you say we go to ground?
Okay.
( horn honking )
Move it!
( yells )
It's like a roller
coaster, isn't it?
That man knows where he's going.
I'll call in some backup units.
Just to cut off the exit, sure.
But we're not gonna get
that young fella with firepower.
Can't use tear gas
with a kid in there.
What do you wanna do, Mike?
Let me have a flashlight.
All right.
Mr. Reardon,
I'm sure your wife would be much
more comfortable farther back.
Sure. Come on, honey.
Mike.
We're gonna talk.
Pete Forrest and
I are gonna talk.
About what?
We'll think of something.
It's dark in here.
Yeah. It is dark, isn't it?
But privates don't get scared.
They just take the
sergeant's hand
and plow ahead.
Just like marching
through Dixie.
STONE: Sergeant.
Sergeant Forrest.
This is Lieutenant Stone.
San Francisco Police Department.
I'm unarmed.
I'd like to talk to you.
All right. Cover all the exits,
all right? And no shooting.
PETE: I played in here once.
A long time ago
when I was a little kid.
They used to have
big guns in here.
What for?
Oh, protect the bay.
People thought that maybe
big ships might sail in here
and shoot at the city.
Charlie?
Is that who?
You got it pal. Charlie.
STONE: Sergeant.
SEAN: I think I wanna go.
I'd like to go home now.
This is it for now, private.
This is home.
No. I don't think I like it.
Here.
Here, I got a light for you.
You hold onto that.
My daddy has one of those.
Yeah, sure.
STONE: Sergeant.
Listen, sergeant.
Let's stop and talk.
I'm gonna go out on
recon for just a little while,
and I want you to
be in charge, okay?
I don't think...
How old are you?
Five. Five years old.
That's old enough.
Here.
See the second hand?
The big one going
round real fast. Mm-hm.
Okay, I want you to
keep your eye on that.
And when it goes around one,
two times, I'll be back.
Okay?
Okay.
( dramatic theme playing )
Sergeant!
These bunkers go
on and on forever.
Why don't we stop
and ta...? ( gun cocks )
PETE: Drop the light.
Drop it.
Pushup position.
Okay, duck squat.
Hands behind your neck.
Mike Stone, San
Francisco Police.
Pete Forrest, unattached.
Your buddies outside?
Mm-hmm.
But we won't need
them, you and me.
Good.
Because I wanna
tell you something...
You're gonna hear it anyway.
Sean's adoption
was based on a
falsified document.
What does that mean?
It means...
It means I'm gonna get up.
Stay there. No.
Nope, nope.
( grunts )
Oh.
If I were as young
as you I'd do it for you,
but these bones just
don't mind anymore.
( sighs )
Thanks.
That's better.
Dr. Kemp
phonied Mrs. Reardon's
health certificate.
The adoption may or
may not hold up in court.
Well, are you saying that
we can get our boy back?
I'm not gonna lie
to you, sergeant.
You've got an AWOL to clear up.
Yeah, but Joan,
she could go to court.
Yes, if she wanted to.
Why wouldn't she?
Sergeant,
that little boy doesn't know
anybody but the Reardons.
They've been his
parents all his life.
You wanna take
that away from him?
SEAN: Sergeant?
( footsteps )
What is it?
The big hand's been
around and around.
Can I go home now?
Maybe my daddy misses me.
Well, what about Canada?
And all the lakes and fishing
we were talking about, remember?
My mommy and daddy need me.
I'm supposed to go.
Well, I need you too, pal.
Yes, sir, but... Listen to me.
I wanna tell you something.
I want you to pay attention.
Five years ago...
STONE: Forrest,
don't do that.
You wanna push this
thing, do it in court.
Do it legally.
Now, that's your decision.
But not here.
Not to a 5-year-old child.
Why, don't you know
that when you're 5 you're
looking for an anchor?
Something solid.
Something to hold on to?
Well, he's got that now.
Son, I wanna ask you a question.
Whose little boy are you?
My daddy's and mommy's.
And who's your daddy and mommy?
Mr. and Mrs. Barney
Reardon. They live...
What is he gonna say?
What else does he know?
Of course.
Leave him that, will you, Pete?
Otherwise, he may
never know who he is.
( somber theme playing )
Sean,
you go get that
man's flashlight?
Thank you, son.
You're welcome.
( dramatic theme playing )
( mellow theme playing )
Maybe you oughta
write this report yourself.
It's beginning to look
like a set of references
for Peter J. Forrest.
Yeah.
Well, that's great.
What? That.
I think that's very nice.
"Think"?
You're a cop, buddy boy.
You're not paid to think.
Cordon, do me a favor, will you?
Make sure that this
gets to motor pool, huh?
Thanks.
Come on, move it. Let's go.
( funky theme playing )
( funky jazz theme playing )