The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 1, Episode 9 - The Takers - 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 Harold Gould,

Michael Lerner,

Heidi Vaughn,

Robert Gentry.

Special guest star
Barbara Baxley.

Tonight's episode: "The Takers."



( upbeat music
playing on radio )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Inspector, lieutenant.

Harry.

Steve, Mike.

Who are they?

They're roommates.

Glenda Elliott, Stephanie Brown.

Airline hostess and a nurse.

You finished, Harry?

Yeah. Preliminary.

Just waiting to
get 'em downtown.

Let me see 'em first, huh?



Sure.

( sighs )

Harry, you got pictures?

HARRY: Got 'em all.

Good.

Hey, looked like Rimfire .22s.

Right.

Did you, uh, get the gun?

No, I've got a squad outside

checking the grounds,
the hedges and the pool.

How many shots?

Five in the walls.

Thirteen in the people.

Eighteen?

Eighteen shots?

Yet all of 'em were
fired from about this spot.

Now, they ejected
all the shells,

and that's what makes
me think it's an automatic.

A psycho or somebody
who didn't know

how to handle a gun.

Well, what do you think?

Two guns, or this guy actually

stopped to reload?

A guy, buddy boy?

Twenty-two is purse-sized.

All the misses at this
range, try a woman.

Well, the motive wasn't
robbery, that's for sure.

Look at these rocks.

KELLER: Whew.

Is this stuff real?

No, I think it's those
new synthetic things.

It's getting hard to
tell the difference.

Anyway, there's still a
few hundred bucks here.

These would be gone

if the killer wanted the money.

Anything on the killer?

No. It's an in-and-outer.

Out of his mind.

Or hers.

Well, who got the
most attention?

Stephanie here.
Nine to Glenda's four.

All in the back?

Yeah, except she's
got one in her shoulder.

That would be shot number one.

Well, you figure
her as the target?

Could be.

What time you give it, Harry?

Oh, this morning, 9:30, 10:00.

KELLER: Did anybody get
a line on this third girl here?

None.

Okay, Harry.

Get 'em downtown.
Thanks for waiting.

Okay, Mike.

How'd he get in?

There's no sign
of forcible entry.

Either they let him in,
or the killer had a key.

KELLER: Or the door was open.

What about the window entry?

REISNER: Not much
chance. It's too high.

There's no gutter out there,

no latticework.

Besides, you can see that window

from the pool.

Anything going on there,

somebody would've seen it.

Prints?

Well, we dusted the place,

but they're pretty blurred.

Well, who found the bodies?

The manager. Lou Watkins.

Yeah, I found them.

Ah, Reilly told me
that they were... Who?

Rex Reilly. He's
one of the tenants.

Copilot for the same
airline as Stephanie.

Uh, he was worried about her.

Knew she was in there,

and didn't get any
answer when he knocked.

So I-I went up with him
and opened the door.

You guys know the rest.

Was the door locked?

Yeah, I-I had to use the master.

Now, you know anybody else

who might have a key?

Ah, not that I know.

Hey, what about the two girls?

Ah, both of them
knew their way around,

that's for sure.

And they were lookers.

I mean, really beautiful.

Say, how about this one?

Did you know her?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Uh, it's Lyn.

Lyn Chase. She roomed
with Stephanie for a while.

Uh, Glenda moved in
when Lyn moved out.

Has she been around since?

No, not that I know.

What kind of girl was she?

Nice.

I liked her.

Even her friends
were nice, you know?

You guys ought
to talk to Reilly.

He knew 'em all real good.

Which apartment is he in now?

Uh, Two-forty-eight.

Stephanie came by the pool.

Came in on a night flight,

said she was going up to change.

I take it you knew
her quite well.

Yes, I knew her.

You said she came by the pool.

What time was that?

I don't know. About
9, 9:30 maybe.

And you never
left there after that?

No, I never left
there after that.

I mean, uh, not until
I went up after Steph.

Ask anybody else
out there with me.

You didn't hear
anything? No... No shots?

No screams?

No. We, uh... had
the radio up full.

I had to keep
everything jumping.

So you know who this is?

Sure, that's Lyn Chase.

She's a stewardess for the
airline we, uh, we work for.

Actually, it was Lyn who
introduced me to Stephanie.

I dated her a couple times,

and one night I went
up to the apartment

and that was the end of me.

And of a lot of
guys, I'll tell you.

Maybe she was
rotten to the core.

Who cared?

Well, what was rotten about her?

She was a taker. A real taker.

What's a taker?

Oh, you know, somebody
who leads you on and tries

to get something out of you.

Money, a car,
anything. That's it.

They just take it, and
it's, "Goodbye, Charlie."

So, what you're
saying is that when you

went up to her apartment,

Stephanie took you from Lyn?

Manner of speaking, yes.

Stephanie take
anyone else from Lyn?

( chuckles )

Not after that last guy.

Not after Phil Hewitt.

Lyn was gonna marry him.

He's a very together
guy. Straight, loaded.

They even had the date set.

Is that why Lyn moved out?

You better believe it.

She went totally flippo

when she found out
what was going on.

Is Hewitt still around?

No, I haven't seen
him for quite some time.

Did, um...?

Did Stephanie ever give
you a key to her apartment?

Well, if she had, I
wouldn't have gone

out after Watkins
to let me in, would I?

That could depend.

On what?

On whether or not
you'd already used

the key once today.

( tense theme playing )

Uh, lieutenant,

uh, anything else I
can do to help you?

Yes.

Yes, there is one
more thing, Mr. Watkins.

Do you own a gun?

Yeah, I... I do.

( chuckling ): Hey,
w-wait a minute, you...

You don't think I had anything

to do with this, do you?

What caliber?

Well, it's just a target model.

You know, something
I keep around for kicks.

What caliber?

Twenty-two.

Oh, Conroy.

Mr. Watkins, here, is
gonna give you a gun

for Ballistics to check out.

Check out the rest of
the building for guns.

Take it apart.

Uh, excuse me. I
don't think I can get by.

Oh, yeah, I'll... ( grunts )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

How was Santa Barbara?

( sighing ): It's
fine, eh, fine.

I... I meant the weather.

Smog-free. Balmy sky.

Nothing ever changes
down there, Edna.

It's good climate. Real good.

Well, the radio said
that it rained from Big Sur

clear down to the
Mexican border.

Well, the radio wasn't
in Santa Barbara.

Were you?

I called you at 10:30,
Edna. Where were ya?

Ah.

Well, I was here.

Were you, Edna?

Oh, my... Eh... The casserole.

( oven door clanks )

( sighs )

Ten-thirty.

I let it ring 10 times.

You didn't answer, Edna.

Ahh, you probably...

dialed the wrong number.

I was here.

I hung up and dialed again.

I let it ring 10 more times.

Edna, where were you?

I've... I've... Uh, hm...

My hair. I was washing my hair.

WOMAN ( over PA ): Flight 4
for New York now loading, Gate 7.

Flight 4 for New York
now loading, Gate 7.

Miss Chase. Lyn Chase?

Yes.

Mike Stone. Lieutenant Stone.

Is there anywhere we could talk?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

I... Well, I-I don't know.
I guess the lounge.

What about? Stephanie Brown.

( chuckling ):
What's she into now?

She's dead.

Dead?

Mm-hm.

Accident?

I'm afraid not, eh...

Let's step into
the lounge, please.

I can't believe it.

( sighs )

I really can't believe it.

I mean... someone
who'd do something

like that would have
to be a psychopath,

wouldn't they?

Not necessarily.

It could've been a friend.

A friend? Mm-hm.

It's possible the killer
could've had a key,

or that he was...

Or she was let in by Stephanie.

Which means I'm a suspect.

Mm-hm.

How long did you know them?

I'd only met Glenda
once or twice.

Steph, I'd known
about three years.

We flew together on
the New Orleans run

and ended up getting
an apartment together.

I still can't believe it.

I mean, I could've
been there too.

( sighs )

I only moved out about
six weeks ago, you know.

Why?

It was a mistake...
To move in, I mean.

Down deep, I'm a
loner, and... Steph...

her life was one big,
happy, we-never-close fling.

Personality conflict?

No. Not really.

Just the weird hours we
worked. It was impossible.

I was dead tired
all the time, and...

Well, I went out,

found a nice, quiet
apartment, and moved.

It wasn't Steph. She was super.

A super, wonderful person.

Hm.

Rex Reilly mean anything to you?

No, not much.

He's one of our
copilots. I dated him.

I, uh, think he had a crush
on Steph. I don't know.

What about Phil Hewitt?

What does he have to do with it?

Well, his name was brought
up. Were you engaged to him?

Not officially.

You know how it is these days.

( chuckling ): Stay with a guy
more than a week, you're engaged.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

Last I heard, he
was in the Caribbean

someplace, I think.

Miss Chase, do you own a gun?

A gun?

( sighs )

No.

Do you still have that
key to the apartment?

As a matter of fact, no.
I returned it before I left.

Hm.

Where were you at
10:00 this morning?

Was that when it happened?

Mm-hm.

I was, uh, on duty
at 10 this morning.

West Central, Flight
302. You can check it out.

We will.

Glenda Elliott.

Let me put it this
way, Mr. Keller.

The first thing a
girl like that does

when she hits the hall,

is get a roster of the doctors.

And she goes down it one
by one, in alphabetical order.

When she comes to the
interns, she, uh, moves on.

What's wrong with the interns?

They're poor, Mr. Keller.

They are the, um,
church mice of medicine.

Is that what you wanted to know?

Yes, ma'am.

MAN ( on radio ):
All indications are

that the two young women
were shot down in cold blood.

Informed sources in the
police department have stated

there seems to be no
apparent motive for the crime,

and no arrests have been made.

As for Bay Area weather,
rain is expected by Tuesday,

and should last
through the night.

Anything on the news?

Well, looks like we'll
have rain by Tuesday.

That, eh, Stanyan Street.

Isn't that in your district?

Yes, it is.

It's where they
found the... two girls.

I heard it on the news.

Eh, do you know the building?

It's one of the new ones.

Eh, have you ever been in it?

( chuckles )

Well, Edna, I... I go
into every building.

New ones get higher and higher.

More and more people.

Fewer and fewer sales.

Sweetheart, I have to
go now. I'll see you later.

You're not going
out again today?

Yes, there's a client I can see.

Make something today.

Edna, I hate this job.
Lord, how I hate it.

You'll never, never know, dear.

You'll never know.

All right, all right,
wait a minute. No.

Now that does it.

Arthur...

please, let's go home.

Let's just go back to Indiana.

Edna, we can't. No,
no, please, I mean it.

We don't have to stay here.

We could start all over again.

I could go back to work.

You've made enough sacrifices.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

Nonsense.

( exhales sharply )

Since when has
working been a sacrifice?

( sighs )

Darling...

you know you could
get your old job back

at the post office.

Remember how they all liked you

so much, and you liked them?

How we had fun?

I was the one who wanted
to come to California.

Well, I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

Please, Arthur,
please, let's go.

Now.

What about the
things? Our furniture.

The heck with the furniture.

We could just send it.

You know, if we really wanted
to, we could go right now.

( chuckling ): We
could go tonight.

( deep breath )

Edna... let me think about it.

No. I...

No. I'll see you
in a little while.

I've gotta go. Arthur.

A little later. Arthur.

Let me think it over. No.

No.

( phone rings )

STONE: Yeah. Flight 302.

Lyn Chase.

Are you sure?

Well, what time
did that flight leave?

Yeah, I see.

All right, thanks.

No gun registration for
Lyn Chase nationwide.

I could've saved
you the trouble.

She left the airport at 7:20.

That would've placed her
somewhere over the Rockies

when those shots were fired.

And I thought I had the motive.

( sighs )

Phil Hewitt.

Now wait a minute,
that's the guy

Reilly said she was
hung up on, right?

Mm-hm. Read on.

Owner of eight resort
hotels in the Caribbean. Hm.

Married yesterday in San Juan.

So you thought when she
read that in the newspaper,

she pulled out her .22?

She had to feel that
she'd have been there

if it hadn't been for Stephanie.

Come on. I'll buy
you a cup of coffee.

Haseejian's checking
out the other tenants

in the building
to see if anything

was seen or heard.

Nothing yet.

Three guns. None of them .22s.

Oh, yeah, Watkins' gun
checked out negative.

Well, that only leaves
Reilly then, huh?

Yeah. And my feeling is,
Mike, he's telling the truth.

You know, at least about
those girls being takers.

Yeah.

What?

I don't have any change.

I think I'm just
about to be taken.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Hm. Too strong.

Anyway, about those girls, eh,

according to the bank,

Stephanie ran 22,000
through her account last year.

Glenda topped that with 26.

And Glenda had
four moving violations

in three different cars.

A Mercedes, T-Bird
and a Porsche,

registered to
three different men.

Three for four. Not bad.

Did you get the names?

DMV's checking it out right now.

Stephanie was two for two.

She ran a, uh, red light
and rolled a boulevard stop.

Ferrari and a Continental.

You think one of those
guys got tired of being taken?

No, I don't think so.

I don't think anybody
would spray slugs all over

just because they were
taken for a hundred bucks,

or somebody borrowed
their car for three days

without telling 'em.

No, I don't think so.

Now, you take the nurse.

She was playing
the doctors, right?

Right.

They know.

They chalk it up to experience.

But what if they didn't?

They wouldn't use a gun.
They got pills, needles.

( phone rings )

Yeah, Stone.

Yeah, we'll be right over.

Another nurse, another
small-caliber weapon.

Where?

Apartment on Telegraph Hill.

Killer ran, and our boys have
him cornered in Coit Tower.

( gunshots )

( tense theme playing )

( tires screeching )

( honks )

How good is he?

Good enough.

That's a pea-shooter
he's got up there.

Nothing like a .30-06.

Yeah, unless he gets
you between the eyes.

Get back in.

Mike.

We want him alive,
don't we? Come on.

( gunshots )

Now, listen.

Sit as far in the
middle as you can.

One swing around that statue,

and then slam on your brakes,

when you get to that front door.

Right? Right.

Is that a deal? Let's go.

( dramatic theme playing )

( tires screech )

( gunshots )

Freeze.

Put it down. Get around here.

( suspenseful theme playing )

DURAN: Yes, I know my rights.

And, no, I don't
want any attorney.

Okay, so I shot her.

What does that
have to do with you?

( breathing heavily )

She didn't lie to
you. She lied to me.

So you killed her.

If I had enough ammo, would
have been up here forever.

Forever!

Forever's just about

where you're headed for, son.

No way, baby, no way.

Two years in a head
farm eating public chow,

and I'm back in
circulation. You watch.

What about those two
girls you shot this morning?

How you gonna get out of that?

What?

"What?"

Fourteen-ten Stanyan Street.
A nurse and her roommate.

Shot with a
.22-caliber automatic.

No. Oh, yes, yes.

Ten o'clock this
morning, where were you?

In Sequoia. I went
up there with Stella.

Stella Davis. The girl he shot.

You can prove that?

( panting ): Yeah,
eh, Campsite 14.

When did you get back to town?

About two hours ago. I swear.

I dumped Stella off.

She had a shift at the hospital.

I said goodbye, and I left.

But I forgot my bread.
It was in her purse.

So I went back, and
walked in on 'em.

On who?

I walked in on 'em,

and she was
already with an intern.

( sobbing ): Already. Already.

Oh.

KELLER: Yeah, that's right.

Tim Duran, 5-foot-9,

dark brown hair, 25 years old.

Campsite 14.

You do? Ah-huh.

Okay.

And your name is Ranger Kelly?

Right. Brad Kelly.

All right, sir, you've
been a very big help.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

( sighs )

He was there.

Even picked up a citation
for an illegal campfire.

Eight forty-five this morning.

( sighs )

What now?

A woman.

There's gotta be a
woman around somewhere

with a .22 automatic
in her purse.

( phone rings )

You and your women.

Stone's office.

Norm, how ya doing?

Wait a second.

Haseejian's got something.

Yeah, 9:45 this morning. Right.

Ah-huh.

Thirties, dishwater-blond hair.

( scribbling )

Flat shoes.

And a brown print dress.

Brown print dress?

That's right.

One of the new tenants saw her?

Ah-huh.

Nancy Evers.

My first day in this pad,

and two of my next-door
neighbors bite the dust.

Terrific, Lou.

Just a couple more
minutes, ma'am.

Ahh.

( sighs )

Look, sergeant, I've told you.

You tell them, okay?

It was 9:30, 9:45,

and this lady was
sort of standing

outside of that apartment.

All right, Miss Evers.

A very average-looking lady.

Thirty-eight maybe. Flat shoes.

She had on a brown print dress

and mousy blond hair.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Mike.

Yeah.

You remember him?

Yeah, he's the guy that
had us blocked this morning.

Did you see the
logo on the bag? No.

"Jewels by Jacques."

Remember the
synthetics up in the room?

Maybe.

Check him out.

Maybe the manager
will let you use the phone.

Right.

STONE: Well, Norm,
what have you got?

What kept you?

Ah, lieutenant,
this is Nancy Evers.

She's the tenant

that saw the lady
in the brown dress.

How do you do?

I'll be inside.

Thank you for waiting.

Okay.

You wanna hear
about the plain lady

standing outside

of those kids' apartment, right?

I'd like that, right.

Yes, that's right.

I think it'd be in your
Stanyan Street district.

Would you have a sales
record for either a Glenda Elliot

or a Stephanie Brown?

Yeah, I can wait.

Could you close
that door, please?

Thank you.

You know that salesman who
was going out as we came in?

Yeah.

How long was he here?

Today? Yeah.

I don't know.

Oh, I noticed him
when Miss Evers

was telling us about
that lady she saw.

Yeah.

Nothing, huh?

All right, may I, uh...?

May I have the
name of the salesman

for that district, please?

L-A-V-E-R-Y.
Lavery. His first name?

Arthur.

Ah... May I have his
home address, please?

Yeah. Yeah, I can wait.

How did you know that?

How many little guys
named Lavery could there be?

Go on.

I didn't even know him.

I just remember Stephanie
and Glenda laughing at him.

How they used to put him on.

Get him all worked up.

Then talking about
how they'd sure love

to have that jewelry,

if they could just
work it out some way.

Must've found a way.

Yeah.

Yes.

Seven twenty-one Logan.
Thank you very much.

( door closes )

Oh, darling. I'm
so glad we're going.

I'm so glad.

So glad.

Edna, what's done is done.

Honey, I... I don't
care. I still love you.

Listen.

I was at the apartment
building today.

I... I know what happened now.

I know that you...

I know that you were there.

( car door slams )

Listen, sweetheart,
stay in the house.

Don't answer the
door, no matter what.

Don't answer the door.

( whispers ): Take ten minutes,
then get a cab and come to the airport.

Arthur.

Edna, do it! Do it!

( sighs )

( doorbell rings )

( blows )

Somehow, I think he lives alone.

Or with a lady
wearing flat shoes

and a brown print dress.

All right. All right.

( chuckles )

( tires screech )

( dramatic theme playing )

STONE: Hey, he
can't handle that thing.

Hang back.

If we do, we're gonna lose him.

And if you don't, he'll
kill somebody else.

Eight-one to headquarters.

We're pursuing a
blue Ford sedan.

Hang on.

( tires screeching )

( honking )

( tires screeching )

( tense theme playing )

Hey, call an ambulance.

( upbeat theme playing )

Mrs. Lavery? Yes.

Where's...? Where's Arthur?

He's still in surgery.

Thanks, sarge.

( sighs )

Mrs. Lavery, uh,

your husband has
internal injuries.

His legs are broken.

He's fighting for his life.

Uh... where?

Where? No. I'll tell you what.

No. What?

Why don't we have
a cup of coffee?

No, I... I think it
would be better.

There's nothing you
can do, so let's... Ah.

Let's go and have
a cup of coffee.

( sobs )

( woman speaking
indistinctly on PA )

Mrs. Lavery.

Mrs. Lavery. Hm?

Someone said they saw you

in an apartment building.

Oh... oh, uh, yes, yes.

Yes, I know that.

Uh, th... Heh, that
wasn't Arthur's fault.

You don't know what
it means to be Arthur.

To get up early in the morning

and lug that big heavy case.

And knock on door
after door after door.

Eat alone with some newspaper,

and try to make
some kind of, eh...

( moans )

quota.

And then coming home
exhausted and, ah, humiliated.

Would you like
to live like that?

Can't say I would.

Anyway, it isn't hard
to figure out what, eh...

What happened.

I mean, what Arthur's reaction

would be when, um,
he knocked on that door

and, um, those two
girls answered it.

They would have,
uh, invited him in,

and even maybe given
him a cup of coffee.

He would've probably
given them every sample

he had left in the case.

Had he been there before?

Oh, of course. I'm sure of that.

But, listen, nothing happened.

If that's what you're thinking.

Those two girls were
probably just, um,

oh, you know, playing with him,

like, eh... oh, a couple
of cats with a mouse.

How did you know
he was seeing them?

I noticed that a lot of his
good samples were gone.

So I asked him
about them. And, um...

It was the first time in my life

I have ever seen
Arthur look guilty.

I-I mean, about anything.

So he said, uh,

somebody took
them out of his case

when he had left it in
the car for a few minutes.

But, of course, I
knew that wasn't true.

And then I found out
about the flowers, so...

Flowers? What flowers?

Arthur really splurged.

He... He bought them flowers.

( chuckles )

Fifteen dollars' worth.

But he...

Poor darling, he put
them on our charge card.

So I found out the address.

And then I had the key so...

You had the key?

How did you get it?

Well, I've got
the key right here.

That's it, I...

Yes. I got that out of
Arthur's, eh, coat pocket.

I decided I would just go there.

I was going to see to it
that they left Arthur alone.

Huh.

For good.

Did you kill them?

Why, no.

What?

I didn't kill them.

They were already dead.

Door was ajar and I
just, eh, shoved it open,

and there they were.

It was awful.

I had to turn and run.

Do you know what you're saying?

You're saying that your
husband killed them.

Mm... no.

It just doesn't make sense.

Exhibit A in her own trial,

and she hands
it right over to us.

With a story that says
her husband did it.

That doesn't add up either.

He ran.

I know he ran.

( chuckles )

Let's just take a good look
at the Laverys, buddy boy.

Two little people,

leading quiet little lives.

He spends his days
lugging that case around,

going door to door,

and she spends hers sitting
at home waiting for him.

What do they have, right?

Exactly.

Just each other.

Yeah.

Why would she wanna
lay the blame on him?

Maybe she was jealous.

Hell hath no fury.

Oh, come on.

I didn't see any
fury in her eyes.

What I saw was love, hurt

and a lot of concern
for a little guy fighting

for his life.

You know what I think?

What?

I think that she's
telling us exactly

what she thinks happened.

Her husband met these two girls.

They turned him on.

He couldn't handle it,

and he took the wrong way out.

You know, that
still doesn't square

with your woman theory.

Well, it doesn't square
with Lavery either.

You put him under
the glass a minute.

All right.

Door to door, like
you said, right?

He's just trying to make it.

He opens one door

to some very, very heavy action.

Two lovely ladies
give him a key,

which says open day or night.

And if he sees
the key is missing,

what does he figure?

His wife found it.

And if he found the girls dead?

That she'd probably killed them.

So they both think
the other one's guilty

and they try to
protect each other.

Like you said before,
what else do they have?

Right.

( sighs )

I don't know, Mike.

I don't know.

All I know for sure is
that Lavery had a key,

and either one of them
could've opened the door.

Nothing.

Here.

Same number.

It's the wrong key?

Mike.

Oh. Two-two-three.

Yeah, stamped 223.

It doesn't fit.

Be my guest.

Wait a minute.

Wait one minute.

Maybe it does fit the
m.o. on those two girls.

Listen, Reilly said
they were takers, right?

All right, how do
you take someone

like Arthur Lavery?

You put this key in his hand,

and you put a hole right
through that man's mind.

And they knew it.

Sure they knew it.

They created images in his head.

They got him going.
Then they gave him this.

They knew he'd never use it.

Does it make sense?

Makes a lot of sense.

Fits the two girls,
and it fits the Laverys.

Terrific. Takes us
right back to zero.

No, no, no.

Take us right back
to the one person

who had a real motive.

Could've had a key to that lock.

Okay, Lyn Chase.
Lyn Chase. Lyn Chase.

That's right. Here we are.
SFO to Denver, Flight 302.

Departed 7:20.
Arrived Denver 9:02.

Then Denver to Chicago and back.

How about that?

Terrific.

Did you say Lyn Chase
was on that airplane?

Yeah.

Lyn Chase.

ETA, um...?

Estimated Time of Arrival.

Estimated time of arrival. ETA.

Two fifty-five.

Two fifty-five.

It fits. She could've been
back when you saw her.

I know it fits. Anybody
can see that it fits.

Young man. Is it possible...?

Do the stewardesses
sometimes switch, you know?

"You take my flight,
I'll take yours"?

It's against the rules.

( laughs )

That's not what he asked.

It happens.

So then this is
not absolute proof

that one of your crew
members is on a given flight

at a given time.

No.

Right.

What gets into San Francisco
around the same time?

Around 3:00?

Okay.

How about Flight 86,

returns from San
Diego at 2:55 via L.A.

What time did it leave?

Eleven. That's
half-day duty though.

Is that gonna help you?

It could help.

What time did the first flight

return from Chicago,

Denver to San Francisco?

CLERK: Chicago to SFO.

Three twenty-two.

Storm front and headwinds.

Three twenty-two?

Three twenty-two.

Three twenty...

That's it.

She's lying.

The flight that she was
supposed to arrive on

landed 20 minutes
after I talked to her.

If she wasn't on
that flight to Chicago,

then she could've been
in that apartment at 9:30.

Is Lyn Chase on duty now?

Yes, she's on the
evening flight to Seattle,

departing Gate 31.

Get on the PA and stop her.

Would West Central Airways
stewardess Lyn Chase

report to Operations, please.

Lyn Chase.

Report to West Central
Airways Operations.

WOMAN ( over PA ): Flight 19
now arriving Gate 2 from Chicago.

( tense theme playing )

Hi, Paul.

Hi, Lyn.

PAUL: Hey, Lyn. Lyn.
Wait a minute, Lyn!

What happened?

Stewardess tripped the detector.

I don't know what with, but...

Mike, she's down below.

Be careful.

Get those people
away from there.

Right.

( dramatic theme playing )

( woman speaking
indistinctly over PA )

( panting )

( gasps )

Now, you have a
right to remain silent.

You have a...
What's the difference?

You have the gun.

Was it really worth it?

Eighteen shots?

I didn't know Glenda was there.

She came in and saw me.

After you'd hit Stephanie?

Yes.

Because of Phil Hewitt?

He loved me.

He was the beginning of my life.

( sobbing ): She took
him. She didn't want him.

She didn't care about
him. She took him.

And my life.

So I took hers.

( somber theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

You know, I'm certainly glad

the little guy's gonna make it.

Yeah.

It's sure gonna take him a while

to pay that company
back for those synthetics.

Especially with the
salary he's gonna get

from the post office.

You know, I can understand

why he'd wanna
quit sales though.

Driving all over town.

Knocking on doors. Lousy hours.

Taking lip from people

who don't wanna be bothered.

Sounds very familiar.

I thought you'd see it. Heh.

Wait a minute.

Why don't you drive? It'll
break up the monotony.

Good idea.

( mellow theme playing )

( funky theme playing )