The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 1, Episode 7 - Timelock - full transcript

( funky jazz theme playing )

ANNOUNCER: The
Streets of San Francisco.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Karl Malden.

Also starring Michael Douglas.

With guest stars Peter Strauss,

Bernie Casey, Elaine Giftos.

Tonight's episode: "Timelock."

( mellow theme playing )

( buzzing )

Hey, Dominic.



You deadhead, wake up.

Come on, you're up
and you're staying up,

you crummy con, you lunk!

No way you get your
beauty sleep today,

no matter how much you need it.

Get off my back, Mouse.

Come on. Up.

You're asking for it.

Okay, we'll do it this way.

I'm warning you.

I'm ready.

I'm gonna let you have it.

I'm scared. You're
gonna get it first.

Go ahead, you big bag of
wind. It's your last chance.



After today, you get a
new keeper, you big gorilla!

After today...

It is my last chance, isn't it?

Okay, you little
pencil-necked punk,

you asked for it.

You've been asking
for it for 27 months.

Help! Get him off
me! Ax murderer!

Maniac.

Hey, I'm gonna miss you, man.

What time do
you hit the streets?

Thirty minutes, man. At 6:30.

( buzzing )

( man groans )

( coughs )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Ah!

( gunshots )

The California Human
Resources Development

wants this work furlough
program to work, Jepsen.

Now, you blow it, you're
gonna blow it for everybody.

Oh, no chance.

Well, you know your special
conditions on this release.

No booze.

Think you can do that?

Look, I've been dry
almost three years in here.

I mean, uh, in there.

Well, keep it that
way out there.

Your wife coming to pick you up?

No, I... I kind of wanted
to get the job first,

then surprise her.

You know, be able to
tell her I'm out for good.

Yeah, well, HRD has a
list of five interviews for you.

I think the best one is
Herman's Boat Yard.

They have a policy
of hiring parolees.

But you don't see
them until this afternoon.

All right.

Now, it's your job to
make all the interviews.

Or any other leads
you might have.

Newspapers, friends, whatever.

Yes, sir.

Bobby, you got
32 hours. Use 'em.

I will.

Now, you get a job

and you show us
proof of employment

by 5:00 Friday afternoon,
you don't come back here.

You dig it?

Yes, sir.

What did your work
credits come to?

Oh, uh, 23 bucks
and some change.

Let me bump you 5.

Hey, you... Mail it to me.

You don't belong here, Jepsen.

So lay off the sauce and
let's have no reunions.

Okay?

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Good luck.

( engine starts )

ALL: ♪ Aloha-oe ♪

♪ Aloha-oe ♪

♪ Aloha-oe ♪

♪ One fond embrace ♪
♪ Aloha-oe ♪

♪ Until we meet again ♪
♪ Aloha-oe ♪

♪ Until we meet again ♪
♪ Aloha-oe ♪

Here you go. Here you go.

It's your ticket
to wiki-wiki land.

Wiki-wiki? Now, listen,
that's a federal offense, isn't it?

Hey, Steve, you made
that one-way, didn't you?

You, out. Everybody, out.

All of you, come
on. MAN: Farewell.

ALL: ♪ Aloha-oe ♪

♪ Aloha-oe ♪

♪ Aloha-oe ♪

That's a mad group.

( chuckles ) Ah.

Well, you all packed?

Everything but my snorkel.

Now will you get out of
here, so I can finish this up?

What is this?

What? That liquor store gig,

that's supposed to be
on Olsen's desk already.

Well, I just saw something
I wanted to clear up.

What are you talking a...?

Oh, man, you're
gonna do it, aren't you?

What? You'll sit
here messing around,

till you come up with
some excuse to stay.

Well, you're keeping
me here now.

Haseejian told me.

He told me six months
ago, when you signed up

for this, uh, charter
thing, you wouldn't go.

Okay, buddy boy, out.

He told me this would be, what?

Your... Your fourth
deposit in a row you lost.

You know how much money that is?

Yes, I've got an idea
how much money that is.

Whose paycheck do you
think they're pulling it out of,

the mayor's?

You're really a character.

You don't trust anybody
with your city, do you?

My city? What are you
talking about, "my city"?

You know what I'm
talking about. It's the truth.

You don't take ten
minutes for lunch.

How are you gonna go take
ten days sitting under a tree?

I tell you what I'm gonna take.

I'm gonna take you
apart in just ten seconds.

All right,
lieutenant, that's it.

All right. Oh, come on.

"You have the right
to remain silent."

Out! All right,

I'm coming back this afternoon,
45 minutes before departure.

Ten seconds.

Code 3. One...

Then I'm gonna
handcuff you two...

to that old lady
tour-director. Three, four...

I'll take that key five...

and drop it right
down her muumuu.

Six, seven, eight, nine and ten!

Get out.

"Muumuu." Heh.

( mellow theme playing )

Wiki-wiki.

( chuckling )

Well, that looks okay, you
got a pretty good record.

That's all right.

Thanks.

Let me ask you something.
You still carry your ticket?

Ticket?

Your license. Your
driver's license.

Well, it expired, you
know, when I was inside.

But it was never
revoked or anything.

What kind was it?

Just a California license.

You mean to tell
me, nobody told you

you'd need a dual-axle
truck license here?

No.

But it's no trouble
to pick that up, is it?

I can go down there
and get myself...

We really need a guy that
knows how to handle the rigs here.

Well, how much of
a trick can that be?

Learn to shift more gears...
I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe I gotta ask the boss, huh?

Great. You want me
to go with you now?

That's no good. He's gone
till Tuesday, out of town.

Yeah, but Tuesday's too
late. I've only got 29 hours...

Look, fella, I'm
sorry. I really am.

You gotta know how it is.

Hey, that's all right.

Look, uh, thanks for the time.

How do you do,
Mr. Jepsen? Sit down, please.

Thank you.

You know, there was
a very important item

left incomplete on this form.

What's that?

Your typing skills.

How many words a
minute do you type?

Well, I... I don't know exactly.

I mean, I don't think I've
ever been timed or anything.

Shall we do it now?

Sure.

All right.

( dramatic theme playing )

WOMAN: Time.

Sure.

Well, then I understand.

It's just out of my
hands completely.

I hope you really do
understand. We would like to help.

Sure.

We'll keep your name on file.

Yeah? Thanks.

Say, excuse me,
what time do you have?

Ten minutes to 12.

( melancholy theme playing )

( disco music playing
over speakers )

Give me a shot of rye.

Herb Shako's buying.

What's the matter, buddy?

I just wanna talk
to you for a minute.

Some other time maybe.
I got an appointment now.

Hey, that's not very friendly.

Shako, we were never friends.

Hey, Jepsen. Jepsen.

Hey, Jepsen, just a minute.

Hey, listen, I
gotta talk to you.

What about?

When'd they spring you?

This morning.

Then you know.

Know what?

Oh, man, somebody's
coming down on me real tough.

I missed buying it by that much.

There's only one guy I can think
of who, uh, might wanna nail me.

What'd you hear in
the yard about McFee?

Nothing.

Oh, listen, you had
to hear something.

He's after me, isn't he?

He's still hot about that
hassle we had, right?

He's still got a steel plate in
his head, how should he feel?

Well, then he did it, didn't he?

He put out a contract.
Who'd he buy?

( suspenseful theme playing )

Who?

I don't know anything, man.
Leave me alone. Will you?

You don't have to worry
about that little punk.

I can take care of him.

But I gotta know who
he turned loose on me.

I don't know!

That's a lie. You're lying.

There are no secrets in
there. Those walls got ears.

( horn honking )

He's got somebody
out here looking for me

and you know who it is!

Hey!

Where are you going?!

Police! Hey!

Over here!

Check him and call an ambulance.

Police! Officer.

Officer, that's him.
He killed that guy.

OFFICER: Okay, hold it.

Quiet, everybody.

Stand back, everybody.

Emergency, Homicide Department.
Lieutenant Mike Stone, fast.

Stone. This is
Jepsen, Bobby Jepsen.

Hey, you gotta help
me, man. You're all I got.

( mellow theme playing )

Twelve-twenty.

He's been out, what?

Uh, 6:30 to 12.
Not even six hours.

I was thinking about Hawaii.

Oh. Heh.

Look, as soon as
we get the report,

let me take it over, all right?

We'll see.

You said his problem's drinking?

Was.

But the call said he was coming
out of a bar when it happened.

You think...?

I'll know what I think when I
have something to think about.

Right.

Turn on this corner.

I don't know, Mike.

I think you went out on a
limb when he got busted.

Limb? What limb? I made a
court appearance. Big deal.

As a character witness.

That's a little
unusual, isn't it?

Well, he's a good kid.

Manslaughter, huh?

Cracked a guy over the
skull three times his size.

Self-defense.

Guy never got up.

Did you see it happen?

Didn't have to.

I've seen that boy in
action since he was 12.

Coached him myself in
the Police Athletic League.

Never missed a game

when he was all-state
halfback in high school.

No way he plays it dirty.

But the judge didn't agree.

Well, it happens.
Right here. Yeah.

Lieutenant. There's
your man over there.

The victim was a
guy named Shako.

Herb Shako?

Yeah, you know him?

I had that pleasure once.

It's narcotics, right?

Right.

You got the witness?

Yeah, he's the guy
at the pool table.

He was at the bus stop. Said
he saw Jepsen shove Shako.

I got him, Mike.

Okay.

Mike. Thanks for coming.

Now, what are you
doing in a place like this?

Mike, listen. I
came... No, you listen.

Now, you had a
condition on that pass.

This place or any place
like it was off-limits.

Now, what are you doing here?

Mike, I never touched
a drop. I swear.

I started to, but
I didn't have to.

You can ask him.

So, what happened?

I was starting to leave
when Shako stopped me.

Wanted to buy a round.

You know him from inside?

Yeah, a hustler, you know?

Look, I didn't want
any part of him.

The kid at the pool table
said that you killed him.

Well, he's wrong, Mike.

I know what it looked
like, but he's wrong.

Sure, I'm sure. What's to miss?

There were six,
eight people out there.

Most of them were
looking right at these two.

Why was that?

They were arguing.

Uh, dead guy was grabbing
the other guy's jacket.

Asking him for something.

What?

( chuckling ): Who knows? Money.

Now, wait a minute,

are you guessing
or did he say money?

No.

Okay.

Okay, let's, uh...

Let's hang in with
what we know, all right?

What happened then?

Well, a truck came looping
down Embarcadero and...

( snaps ) zap!

Zap?

Yeah, he shoved the other
guy right under that truck.

You saw that?

I was standing
right next to him.

I'm not asking that.

I'm saying, you saw him shove
the other man into the street?

Yeah. The, uh, truck was
trying to miss some little car.

He hit his air horn and
ripped right around the corner.

Did you hear the air horn

before or after the man
went into the street?

Um, before... Before.

Then you were
looking at the truck.

Yeah, sure.

So you weren't actually
watching the two men all the time.

Well, maybe not every second.

This McFee that
he was afraid of,

is that Mickey McFee?

Yeah. He's inside,
but he's still operating.

Got big connections.

He could have bought
somebody to hit Shako, I guess.

At least Shako was sure he did.

Yeah.

Okay, now,

this guy that you say you
saw come back in here,

how big again?

Big. Six foot, 6-foot-1.

Corduroy sport
jacket, rust-colored,

dark slacks, brown maybe.

I can't say for sure.

Tie?

I told you, Mike. I
only saw him from...

Are you testing me, Mike?

Do I have to?

I'm sorry.

I'll get on it. Uh, you
want me to call Irene?

No. She should know.

Mike, please, not this.
She doesn't need this.

What are the odds of finding
a guy I can't even describe?

You leave the odds to me.

Okay, if I wanna ask
you any more questions,

I can get you at
this number here?

Right.

Now, hold it a minute.

Son.

There was a guy
outside at the bus stop.

About 6', 6'1".

Came in here just
ahead of the, uh, suspect.

Did you see him?

I only saw the guy
you were talking to.

I... I saw him do it,
and I saw him try to run.

Yeah, but he says he ran
in here after that big guy.

He was wearing a rust-colored
jacket. Corduroy maybe.

Brown slacks.

Son, are you sure you
didn't see him do it?

No way.

There was just the two of them,

and they argued
just like I said.

And then he, uh, shoved
the other guy and tried to run.

All right.

Look, if you happen to
think of anything later,

give me a call, will you?

Sure. That all?

That's all. Thank you.

( sighs )

What did Jepsen say?

He didn't do it.

Now is that you talking or him?

I believe him.

Well, I just might too.

That witness couldn't possibly
have seen Jepsen push Shako.

Right.

His eyes, they were on the
truck when he heard the air horn.

Good work. ( sighs )

Now, who is this guy, this
big man? Is that for real?

Well, he'd better be.
I'm gonna ask around.

Wait a minute, you got a
plane to catch, remember?

I got a job to do.

Ah, come on, Mike. You're not
blowing another $100 deposit.

I can take this.

Buddy boy.

We're talking about
somebody's life.

I'll go out and see if
I can find the big guy

and, well, you hit the streets

and see what you can
pick up on Herb Shako.

All right.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Well, the cat's in the bag.

And the bag's in the bay.

No problems?

Not for you.
Somebody else maybe.

What do you mean?

The bag.

Some friend of
his is holding it.

Who?

It's by me. What, do you care?

The only thing I care about now

is you're hustling
some China doll

while I'm staring at
last month's centerfold.

Well, now that's a problem
I can't help you with.

I like your style, Le Beau.

I really do.

Send me a snapshot, at least.

But who did you know in Q
that was 6'1", 160 pounds,

about 40 years old,
sandy hair, blue eyes,

and he had a scar
over his right eye

and it drooped a little.

You saw him? No.

But enough people
did to give me a picture.

Now, the bartender said
that he came in right after

Shako hung around,
played the pinball machine.

Well, then you can get me out.

No, I can't. I need
more than that.

I need the man.

I don't know,
Mike. I... Well, think.

Think, think.

I can't remember anybody
with a scar like that.

I can't, Mike. I can't!

Okay. Okay, okay.

Maybe McFee can.

Are you going up there?

Mm-hm.

Yeah. Now, this
might take a little time.

You want me to
have Irene come over?

Mike, we've been
through that already.

You owe it to her.

She played it straight for
three years waiting for you.

What'd she put
those three years in...?

To come back down here and
see me right back in the tank?

Every time I turn around, it's...
It's right back down the tube.

What is it, Mike? What
makes me a loser?

Thinking like one.

Now, you hang in
there. You hang loose.

We'll get the guy. Don't worry.

May I help you?

Yeah, you're holding
a ticket for me.

Le Beau.

Oh, yes, Mr. Le Beau.

We were afraid you
weren't going to make it.

You know, we sail at 6:00.

We?

Just a figure of
speech, Mr. Le Beau.

Now that's too bad.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

How are you?

Stone and Keller.

Yes, sir. Weapons, ammo, cuffs.

Jim Pritchard from HRD is
up in Records now, lieutenant.

Said to tell you they've been
digging ever since you called.

Still haven't come up with
anybody fitting your description

they could tie to
McFee in south block.

Well, how 'bout seeing McFee?

It's all right. He's in
the machine shop.

I can take you over.

( engine starts )

( laughing )

No, no, no.

You gotta be kidding.

Is that what you came
up here for, lieutenant?

To arrest me?

Well, the people
I talked to outside

said you tangled with
Shako when he was up here.

You swore you'd get him.

Ever have your skull
laid open with a wrench?

You say a lot of crazy things.

You were in the
infirmary for three months.

You tried to have him hit

twice in the yard,
once in the mess hall.

You were the one
that spread the word

Shako could run,
but he couldn't hide.

You get around.

What do you know
about it, McFee?

Just what you
told me, lieutenant.

Herbie Shako didn't know
enough to use a crosswalk.

Is that really what
brought you guys up here?

What brought us up
here was Bobby Jepsen.

Jepsen?

Little clean jeans.

How's he wrapped up with Shako?

He stands to take the jolt.

Oh.

KELLER: We see it as a setup.

How's the DA gonna see it?

I went to Shako's apartment

and found five hollow-point
.30-30 slugs in the plaster.

They went through his
window about 6:00 this morning.

Hmm.

That's just when Bobby
was walking out of here.

I see.

But then he was
walking the streets

with Shako when it happened.

Is that it?

I'm gonna give it to
you straight, McFee,

and I want it back the same way.

Bobby Jepsen's a good kid.
He doesn't belong in here.

And I can keep him out,

if I can find that guy
who shoved Shako.

Who's that?

That's what I want from you.

Now, wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.

You're telling me you
think I put out a contract

and now you wanna
know who I bought.

I mean, do you really
think if that's what I did,

I'd be dumb enough to tell you?

KELLER: No.

No, we think you'd be
smart enough to help us,

if the information
we got was wrong.

Sure. Sure. Anything I can do.

I mean, I really
owe the law a lot.

Right?

Pritchard, you've gotta
come up with something.

We've been back all
the way, lieutenant.

McFee's whole stretch.

Well, did you check everybody
that's in and out of here?

Past three years.

Three years, wait a minute.

We're talking about
six for McFee. Right?

Right. Not here.

Sure. The taxmen put him in.

That would have
been minimum security.

Where was he before?

Have to look.

What's with the taxmen?

I thought he was a
real public enemy.

He was. But clever.

They finally nailed
him on tax evasion.

Here we are.

He drew Chino.

We got lucky three years ago.

Why was that? He's
a born organizer.

Had Chino wired for
just about every kind

of activity you can think of.

Some of it got a little rough.

Then he did too.

They sent him to us
to straighten him out.

( chuckles )

How do you unkink a corkscrew?

So if our man didn't
know McFee here...?

Then he could've
known him in Chino.

KELLER: Right.

How much time will it
take to comb those records?

Time.

No problem.

At Rudolph's, we don't
worry about the clock,

we worry about the customer.

Yeah, well, I need it by 5.

Then you'll have it by 5.

How's that?

Well, it's fine.

( mellow theme playing )

Bobby.

Hello, Irene.

Bobby, why didn't you tell
me you were getting out today?

( sighs ) I was gonna
knock on the door

with a dozen roses in one
hand and a job card in the other.

But here we are.

Just like every weekend
for the past 27 months.

Mike Stone said
that it was a mistake.

Did he tell you it's a
mistake that started in a bar?

Bobby.

Why?

Why?

( sighs )

Because I fumbled
three straight interviews.

I couldn't handle
the right kind of truck.

I couldn't handle a
crummy typing test.

I couldn't handle being out.

Don't, Bobby.

Don't put yourself
down like that.

( exhales )

Bobby,

you never got to be
college all-American.

Okay.

And you're not a...

A doctor or a lawyer
or a banker or a teacher.

You're just a guy
like a lot of other guys

who live a life
without headlines.

Find something that they do
well and make their own way.

Make a good home
for their families.

That's all you have to be.

That's all I ever wanted.

No, Irene.

I'll tell you what I am.

I just had it laid out on
a booking slip what I am:

Convicted felon.

I've got the record

and the social
contacts to prove it.

Guys like... Like Herb Shako,

who can walk up to
me on any street corner

at any time and drag me right
back into the gutter with him.

And that's not where I want you.

What do you mean?

What I said three years
ago. Go see a lawyer.

( exhales ) Haven't I
proved anything to you

in all this time?

Irene, this charge
means a life sentence.

Even with parole, I'm
talking about 12, 15 years.

But they haven't
proved anything yet.

Irene, they've got a
guy who's gonna walk

into that courtroom
in a suit and tie

and tell them that
he saw a convict

already doing time
for manslaughter

shove another con under a truck.

Now, what are the solid
citizens of San Francisco

gonna think about that?

Hm?

I mean, what chance do I have?

Well, you've got Mike Stone.

And, if it matters, me.

( melancholy theme playing )

I was afraid the time
pressure might get to Jepsen.

He felt he had so much to prove.

But you see, the work
furlough program...

Oh, I like the program.

I just don't like putting a...

A time lock on any
man's chance for freedom.

We tell somebody
that it all hangs

on their going out
and getting a job.

Well, I think they ought to
have more than one shot at it.

Not have to feel
that it's all over

if they blow one lousy chance.

I'm sorry. You
know, I like this kid.

I care for him.

He had a shot at something
once that a lot of us dreamed about.

You put a ball in this
boy's hands, forget it.

He was off. Nobody
could stop him.

You never told me what
happened. He get hurt?

North-South All-star
game. Coliseum in L.A.

I flew down to see it.

Clean play.

But you could hear that leg
snap all the way up to the 65th row.

Broke his spirit too, huh?

Completely.

All those good
moves on the field.

And just like that...
( snaps fingers )

over, nothing.

Nothing but bad
ones off the field.

But, you know, I... I
certainly appreciate

you coming in on this.

( rings )

Records. Jensen.

Right. What have you got?

Three years ago, July.

Could be our man. Are
you sure about that scar?

You have to tie him to McFee.

Good. Right eye.

Now, look, can you tie
him to a Michael R. McFee?

Yeah, Mickey. He's checking.

But the make you gave me

squares with the guy they
paroled three years ago,

puts him in your time period.

What's his name?

Le Beau. Darryl Le Beau.

How do you spell that last name?

Wait a minute. Yeah, go ahead.

Same work detail. Two years.

That's our man.

Can you give me a spelling?

Yeah. Go ahead.

Parole and Community
Services, please.

Yeah.

Right. Got it.

Thanks.

Okay, you fellas take
it easy down there.

Supervisor's office. Art Flynn.

Art, Mike Stone.
I'm fine, thanks.

Listen, I need some information

about a fella sent to you from
Chino about three years ago.

Around July.

Name is Le Beau.

Darryl Le Beau.

That's L-E... Capital B, E-A-U.

L-E, capital B, E-A-U.

First name is
Darryl. D-A-R-R-Y-L.

Thanks, I'll hold on.

Say, what chance is there
for you to come to the city?

It's very possible.

Well, uh,

I'd like for you to tell Bobby
that we're on to something.

He'll need it about now.

Sure.

Yes.

Yes, I'm here.

Oh, his parole is up.

Well, uh,

what's the last known
address you have on him?

( kids shouting indistinctly )

Pier 35. Swing downtown
first to Rudolph's men's store.

Polk and California.

Could you do me a favor?

Could you see if McFee
had any other visitors today?

Sure. Just one second.

Yeah, a guy named Le
Beau. Darryl Le Beau.

What time was that?

Uh, 1:12.

Hold onto that. I'll be
back with a warrant.

Good thinking, buddy boy.

( suspenseful theme playing )

And we thank thee,
dear heavenly Father,

for all of thy blessings, in
his holy name, we pray...

( knocking )

I'll get it.

In a moment.

Amen.

It's the plumbing, I know it.

Probably number six.

Come in, please.

Yes, uh, police.

You have a tenant in
number eight. Le Beau.

He doesn't seem to answer.

I wonder if you could
tell us where he is.

Is there some kind of trouble?

STONE: We'd like to
ask him a few questions.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Why is that?

He's gone.

Well, where?

He said a trip.

Had the utilities turned
off and everything.

When was this?

Just a while ago.

Forty, 45 minutes maybe.

Do you have any idea where
we can get in touch with him

or where he was going?

No.

He's a very quiet
man. Keeps to himself.

Well, did you happen
to see him leave?

No.

The big man?

Yes, yes, son, the big man.

Yes. When I was playing outside.

Did you see him
leave in his car?

He didn't get in a car.
He got in a taxicab.

What color?

Orange.

Orange, that's, uh,
C&W Cabs. 555-3323.

I'll radio for a search warrant.

Right. Uh, oh, may I
use your phone, please?

Certainly.

Please forgive me.

( dramatic theme playing )

Dispatch please.

This is Mike Stone,
San Francisco Police.

You picked up a
fare at 2207 Taylor

about 45 minutes ago.

I'd like the destination.

I thought I said no reunions.

What are you doing here?

Mike Stone told
me about everything,

including the guy
you saw run off.

He's checking him out right now.

Who is he?

Name's Darryl Le Beau.

I don't know him.

He knows McFee.

Well, then I'm clear.

Not until Mike wraps it.

( sighs )

Right.

That could be never.

It seems like he's got
more confidence in you

than you've got in him.

I just meant... Yeah, I know.

There's one more problem.

What's that?

I just checked with my office

and I got a message
that the board

knows about this whole thing.

They're trying to
get ahold of me.

They wanna pull the plug.

Well, what do we do?

Well, I could stop
picking up my messages.

And you could start having
more faith in Mike Stone.

MAN ( over radio
): Attention, all units.

Vicinity of Embarcadero.
Pier 33. Code 3 now in effect.

Please assist.

Unit 81.

Closing in on Pier 33.

How 'bout that liner?

Talk to the captain yet?

The main office has
been contacted, lieutenant.

They're trying to get
word through now.

Well, stay on it.

I don't want that
ship to leave the dock.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( phone ringing )

( indistinct radio chatter )

( tires screeching )

MAN ( over PA ): Passenger Le
Beau, please report to the purser's office.

Passenger Le Beau.

( action theme playing )

Le Beau!

Hold it!

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

He's going under.

Mike, get an ambulance!

( grunts ) Pull.

Now, you're okay?

( panting )

Nothing like a cold
shower after a hard workout.

( chuckles )

What are you laughing about?

You.

What? What?

What time you got?

What are you
worried about the ti...?

Oh, man!

Well, what are you
laughing about?

You blew another
$100 deposit to Hawaii.

Maybe next year.

Yeah, yeah. Don't
forget your coat.

Sure.

Pick up your shoes.

I got my shoes.

( mellow theme playing )

I'll make it 49ers in six.

Six? Yeah.

Oh, come on. Dallas
hasn't given up six points

in the last three games.

What, with Brody on target?

No sweat. ( both laugh )

Don't laugh. It's true.

One of your boys, huh?

Yeah, you bet your cheap
watch, it's one of my boys.

How long has he been up there?

About 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

That's a long time.

Maybe I ought to go up.

I think your phone
call was enough, Mike.

He can handle it.

What happened?

Come on. Come on. What happened?

We scored, gang.

KELLER: Hey, Bobby, way to go.

Hey, buddy.

Well, I guess I can
call my office now, huh?

Look, thanks, man.
Thanks for everything.

Coach.

Say, uh, we gotta get rolling,
you want a...? You want a lift?

Thanks. But, uh, they're gonna
check me out on the routine.

I think I'll just
hang in here too.

Thanks a lot.

Now, that's one of your
boys I gotta go along with.

But the 49ers this year...

( whistles )
- -that's something else.

Listen, you gonna give
me Dallas in six points?

Yes.

I gotta take that.

You got it.

Coulda had 12.

( laughs )

You know, you could have.

( funky jazz theme playing )