The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 2, Episode 14 - Most Feared in the Jungle - full transcript

( funky jazz theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

ANNOUNCER:

ANNOUNCER:

( peaceful theme playing )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

( sighs )

All right, now, Barbara,
take a deep breath.

( breathing deeply )

Let it go. ( exhales )

Take a deep breath. Hold it.



Oh, nurse. Apply more pressure.

I can see the vertex.

It's a normal presentation.

( clamps snap )

( baby crying )

( majestic theme playing )

( bus hisses )

My... baby.

Where's my baby?

Miss, can I... Can
I help you, miss?

I want my baby. What?

Baby. Oh. I have...

I haven't seen any baby.

( somber theme playing )



Barbara. What
are you doing here?

Where's my... baby?

Come in, dear.

Barbara...

they told you about
your baby at the hospital.

I'm terribly sorry.

Sorry?

Your baby is dead, dear.

Stillborn.

No.

No, I saw my baby alive.

I'm sure you think you did.

In cases like this,

the imagination
often plays tricks.

The doctor. He'll know.

Where is he?

Uh, Barbara, don't
torture yourself this way.

It won't do any good.

Just try to accept
what's happened.

I wanna talk to the doctor.

All right. All right, dear.

If that'll make you feel better.

You just wait here.

Please, go back to your rooms.

Barbara.

Oh, I... I thought you were
going to Arizona to find Pete.

I had a girl. Michelle.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Barbara.

Just now. She walked
in and asked for the baby.

I know. I told her that,
but she won't believe me.

She keeps asking for the doctor.

I-I-I'm... I'm afraid
for the other girls.

Try to keep her
calm until I get there.

And whatever you do,

don't give her
the doctor's name.

And make sure
she doesn't find it.

All right. Please hurry.

What's that? Give it to me.

No, Barbara. It's
not... Just give it to me!

( speaks indistinctly
) Leave me alone!

( grunts )

( screams )

( both speak indistinctly )

Just give me... Ahh!

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hey, you want me to drive?

Yeah. Okay.

Connie or the body? What?

When you get so down you
want me to get behind the wheel,

it's gotta be either
Connie or the body.

None of my business,
huh...? That's right.

So why don't you tell
me anyway? ( chuckles )

You really wanna live
vicariously, don't you?

Look. I find out
what that means,

you could be in big
trouble, buddy boy.

Come on. Come on, tell me.

You broke it off, right? Yeah.

Couldn't handle
the cop's routine.

I like to think she
couldn't handle the cop.

And which one? Connie.

Good. Good?

What are you
talking about, good?

That leaves the body.

Oh, no. You haven't
been keeping up, my friend.

The bod left last month
for Chicago. She's gone.

There goes our love life.

MAN ( over radio ):
Repeating for inspectors 81.

Central 1 has a
homicide, 554 Clayton.

Will you respond?

Eighty-one, we'll respond.

You got the crime
lab on the way?

Check, inspectors 81.
Crime lab notified, on the way.

Eighty-one, 10-4.

( siren blaring )

MAN ( on police
radio ): Southeast 4?

MAN 2 ( over
radio ): Southeast 4.

MAN ( over radio
): Southeast 4...

MAN ( over radio ): Ten-4.

( sighs ) Hiya, Steve.

What have you got, doc?

A female Caucasian, middle-aged.

Probable cause of death:
cranial trauma, parietal region.

Looks like she got
slugged in a fight.

Got a make on her?
One of your boys did.

Gloria Davenport.
Age 50, 939 Ellis Street.

She worked here as a supervisor.

What's here?

Some kind of a
shelter for girls.

Anybody see who
was fighting with her?

Yeah, one girl. Miss Rayfield?

Miss Rayfield.

STONE: Miss Rayfield?

I'm Lieutenant Stone
and this is Inspector Keller.

Hi.

Hi.

Now, there's nothing
to be afraid of.

I just wanna ask you
a couple of questions.

Come on in.

That pink blanket.

What have you got there? A girl?

Michelle.

Can I take a peek?

Sure.

Oh, she's pretty.

Michelle, you're
beautiful. You know that?

I've got a Jeannie, but
she's in college. Heh.

You gonna stay on
here a bit longer?

RAYFIELD: Yeah, I
was. I don't know now.

STONE: I wouldn't
worry about it.

Are you sure you didn't see
anyone around here regularly?

RAYFIELD: Well...
there was one man.

Who was that? Oh, uh,
I don't know his name.

I didn't like him very much.

None of us did,
really, but... well,

he's the one that told
me about Mrs. Davenport.

Was he the one that was
here with her when it happened?

( sighs )

No, it... It wasn't him.

Well, who was it, then?
Somebody you know?

One of the other girls maybe?

I-I don't wanna
get her in trouble.

If she's not in trouble,
you won't get her in trouble.

But if she is, there's
nothing you can do about it.

Barbara Talmadge.

What do you think they
were fighting about?

Mm. She asked for her baby.

Her baby?

Well, she went to
the hospital last week,

and... Mrs. Davenport said
that her baby was dead, stillborn.

And then she told us

that Barbara wouldn't be
coming back here anymore.

That she was going to Arizona
to find her old man again,

and... then Barbara
came back today,

and, uh... she acted
funny, you know?

Like, uh...

Like she didn't even know about
the baby or something, and...

then like she didn't believe it.

And then... she asked
for the name of the doctor.

She get it?

Well, I think that's what
they were fighting about,

because I heard the noise,

and then Barbara
came running out,

and pushed right past me
and into the street. And...

then I found Mrs. Davenport.

Do you know where
Barbara is living now?

Umm. Well, I... I know her
mother teaches at the USF.

Maybe she went back with her.

About the doctor, um,
do you have his name?

Well, Dr. Joe takes
care of us here.

Dr. Joe...?

That's what everyone calls him.

I don't even know his last name.

Think it begins with an H.

A what?

I found this address
book on the floor.

The H's are missing.

Maybe that's what they
were hassling about.

Oh, that's just great, Sherlock.

That narrows it
down to about, oh,

I'd say, uh, 300 doctors.

Hey. Police department.

Unlimited calls, remember?

Maybe you'll find
it in the first 200.

I'll go out to the university

and check on this,
uh, Barbara's mother.

You got the keys?

You said the name was Talmadge?

Mm-hm. Thank you.

Unlimited calls, huh?

Oh, uh, just a couple
more questions.

Okay.

This man. Can you
describe him for me?

( jazzy theme playing )

Drive on.

WOMAN: When she came to me
and announced she was pregnant,

there were no moral lectures.

No tears. No angry scenes.

I even gave her the
money to have an abortion.

Made all the
arrangements for her.

So naturally, she decided
to have the baby. Tsk.

It's as if she has some...

Some need to give me pain.

I don't think that's
the reason. What else?

Maybe she just
wanted to have a baby.

Did you ever think of that?

There's something you
ought to know, inspector.

Barbara's choices
aren't always...

rational.

This is not her first
mental breakdown.

She's been under
psychiatric care.

And the last time, she
tried to commit suicide.

It looks now as if her hostility

is directed in another way.

I believe the
young lady is next.

Thank you.

Sit down, please.

I'm looking for Dr. Hyland.

I'm Dr. Hyland.

Oh, no.

You can't be. You...

Well, he's older than
you. He delivered my baby.

You've got the wrong
Dr. Hyland. No, no. I...

I have his number. I
phoned, but it was his home,

and they... wouldn't
tell me where he was.

So I looked in the phone
book. Fifty Fulton Street.

Right address. Wrong
doctor. I'm sorry.

( melancholy theme playing )

That's him.

My father?

Is he a doctor?

Well... Well, yes, but...

he's been retired for years.

Oh. No, he delivered my baby.

I'm afraid that's
quite impossible.

Where is he?

Now, look, young
lady, I... I said...

where is he?

( suspenseful theme playing )

( tires screech )

Dr. Halbert? This
is Inspector Graves

with the Homicide bureau.

Do you have a patient
named Barbara Talmadge?

You never heard of
a Barbara Talmadge?

Thank you very much.

STONE: Well, tell Dr. Haxel
that I called, will you?

Yes, I'd appreciate it.

That was just a
jim-dandy idea...

I'm on that phone
already. You bet you are.

Start at the bottom of
this page and work up.

Right.

What about the
mother? I found her.

And?

And Barbara's not with
her, and I don't blame her.

Nice lady, huh?
Salt of the earth.

Only she'd call
it sodium chloride

and give you a
full analytic report.

But tears for her
daughter, none.

( hangs up phone )

Well, some people
cry and some don't.

You should see my Jeannie
sometimes at the movies.

Two packs of tissue.

But you're not
ashamed of her, Mike.

And her mother is?

The daughter had a nervous
breakdown once, right?

You hear her mother talk,

it was some kind of
personal slap in the face.

This just came through
from Communications.

A shooting at 50 Fulton Street.

Dr. Joseph Hyland.

Begins with an H.

Nurse, could you
cancel that call?

( action theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

( tires screech )

Dr. Hyland?

Lieutenant Stone,
Inspector Keller.

What happened here?

A woman, crazy woman,
pulled a gun and shot me.

Do you know who she
was? I never saw her before.

Any idea why she shot you?

None whatever.

Uh, she was obviously psychotic.

She... kept talking
about a nonexistent baby.

Um, I know her name.

Wait a minute, I've
got it here somewhere.

It's probably phony anyway.

NURSE: Townsend...?

Oh, no, here it is.
Talmadge. Barbara Talmadge.

Where did she get a gun?

How many times a month
do we have to ask that?

All right. Get out an
all-points bulletin on her.

Armed and dangerous.

Right. Doctor...

Can I have a full
description of her?

Anything you can tell me.

Excuse me, doctor.

If you never saw
the lady before,

how do you know the
baby was nonexistent?

Well, I, uh... I... I...

It was an assumption,
of course. I...

I do know it's a rather
common psychotic symptom.

The creation of a fantasy child

in place of the one
the patient never had.

Thank you.

Are you positive you
never saw this girl before?

Never.

( peaceful theme playing )

Doctor.

Hello, Dora.

Any messages? Why, yes, sir.

A young woman who
wouldn't leave her name.

And then your son
called a couple of times.

He said that it
was very important,

and that you should...

( phone rings ) That
might be him now.

No, I... I'll get it, Dora.

Yes?

It's me, doc.

That Talmadge girl
has got your address.

Oh, dear. How?

Never mind how. Just
get away from that house.

All right.

I'm going out again,
Dora. Emergency.

W-well, is there a number
where you can be reached?

Well, Dr. Hyland...?

( dramatic theme playing )

Hello, doctor.

Barbara? What
are you doing here?

What happened to my baby?

They didn't tell you?

You're not gonna lie
to me too, are you?

Barbara...

I wouldn't lie to you.
Y-you know that.

Well, then, you...
take me to the hospital.

There's... There's
no point in...

Now, doctor.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

All right, 10-4.
APB's out statewide.

You know, I still
can't figure out

where she got that gun.

Well, you heard
what the doctor says.

She pulled it out of her purse.

Maybe. Yeah, maybe he's lying.

About a few things.

She was only at one
other place before this.

That's as far as we know,
yeah. The boarding house.

Mrs. Davenport.

What would she be doing
with a gun in a place like that?

I'll leave that to
you, buddy boy.

( both chuckle )

Unlimited calls.
( starts engine )

You're making a
bad mistake, Barbara.

I want him back.

It's only natural
that you should.

But things happen,
get out of control.

He isn't dead.

In a way, that's true.

Life that's never been lived

can hardly be said to have died.

My baby's alive. I remember him.

Peter Ronald Talmadge.

That's the name I
picked out for him.

Except when I saw
him, I said to myself...

"Hey, little kid. You don't
look like Peter Ronald."

Now, I wouldn't have
remembered that if it didn't happen.

Childbirth was
extremely difficult.

We had to give you medication.

Drugs do funny
things to the mind.

They play tricks.

( tires squeal )

( horns honking )

( police siren blaring )

You did that on purpose.

If you tell him
anything... I'll kill you.

What's your hurry?

I'm a doctor. I'm on
my way to the hospital.

No emblems for your plates?

Heh. They're on my other
car. This one's for personal use.

May I see some
identification, please?

I... I don't have any.

No driver's license?

No.

Uh, registration?

Nothing.

He is a doctor.
I'll vouch for him.

We're in a hurry.

Are you sick, lady?

No, it's my baby.

He's in the hospital.

I'll tell you what.

I'll escort you to the hospital,

then check you
out with the staff.

But you're still gonna
get a summons, doc.

And what hospital?

Now, wait a minute, uh...

My bag's in the back.

I think I've got
my papers there.

Ahh! ( gunshot )

( scared panting )

Heh. Drive.

But he's wounded.

I said drive!

( dramatic theme playing )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

The old man tried to grab her.

She must have had the gun
in her purse, but I never saw it.

Do you think it
was our girl, Jack?

Uh, it had to be.

I remembered that APB as soon as

the slug slammed
into my shoulder,

but I blacked out before I
could do anything about it.

Just a minute.

Jack, do you happen to
know which way they went?

The hospital, they
said. Which hospital?

I don't know. They
were headed east.

Did you get the license number?

Yeah. California 175 PCE.

Oh, Barbara.

What are you doing
here? Uh, Miss Evans.

Barbara believes that
her child is still alive.

You showed him
to me. Oh, Barbara.

You were given Verathion.
It made you hallucinate.

No.

You're lying. Why
would I do that?

I mean, we're your friends.
We wanted the baby to live.

Someday, we'll know
all about childbirth.

But right now, we can only try.

( crying )

Hallucination?

It wouldn't seem so real!

Look, your entire
perception was distorted.

Sensory images
began to appear. It...

I remember him.

Now, look, Barbara,
you have to believe...

Stop it.

I want... my baby.

What did you do with him?

All right.

Both of you get
into that closet.

Well, um, Barbara... Now, uh...

Now, Miss Evans. Be careful.

She will use it. In the closet.

( slow, ominous theme playing )

( lock clicks )

( rustling )

( spooky theme playing )

( breathing heavily )

EVANS: Cervix is
almost fully dilated, doctor.

DOCTOR: Very well.

Let's proceed.

EVANS: Take a deep
breath and hold it.

DOCTOR: Oh, nurse.
Apply more pressure.

( Barbara groaning )

I can see the vertex.

( cries )

Baby.

( melancholy theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Yes, I understand.
Thank you very much.

Steve...

the plates belong
to a Dr. Hyland.

What? Dr. Hyland, age 71.

That was his son we met.

What about the hospital?
I don't know. Dead end.

He's supposed to be in
retirement, he's not at home.

Well, I got one for you.

You were right about
the Davenport lady.

She was licensed to carry a gun.

What authority?

She used to work for a
private detective agency.

Some guy named... Matthew Starr.

Well, get his address.
We'll pay him... 667 Mission.

( humorous theme playing )

( mysterious theme playing )

( tense action theme playing )

( knocking on door )

STONE: Matthew Starr?

Yeah?

Police department.

Come on in.

Nice.

Your end pays much
better than the city.

Ups and downs.

KELLER: Do you have a
woman named Davenport

working for you, Mr. Starr?

Gloria Davenport? Yeah.

Well, she used to. Not anymore.

We understand that she
was licensed to carry a gun.

That's right.

Well, anybody who
works with me is.

Uh, we get involved with some
weird ones from time to time.

You never know.

Well, did she take the
gun with her when she left?

Not that I know of.

You'd certainly know if she did.

That's right.

How many registered
pieces do you have, Mr. Starr?

Two.

Hm. Firearms license
board says three.

Huh. Three. That's right, yes.

I, uh... I never
carry the .25 caliber.

Kind of forget about it.

Can we see them? Sure.

That's one.

Two.

The third?

Heh. It must be
in the other room.

Thanks.

( action theme playing )

KELLER: He's going up.

STONE: He's gotta come
down. I'll cover the front.

STONE: Freeze.

( ominous theme playing )

If you've got that
third gun, drop it.

If that lady took it with
her, you're in deep water.

Here's the phone.
Call your lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.
I didn't do anything.

Do you always go out
through the window?

That's not a crime.

Withholding information
on a felony is.

What felony?

Let's start with kidnapping.

Are you crazy?
Well, somebody is,

if they think they can
take that girl's baby.

Now, what does that
got to do with me?

What's Gloria Davenport
got to do with you?

I told you, she
used to work for me.

Used to?

She still had your
gun. Starr, come on.

Come on, the lady was
fronting for you. Now, come on.

That's right.

A home for unwed mothers.

Now, that's a funny
business for you to be in.

All right, let's see
how it works, all right?

Girl comes to town
to have an abortion.

You spot her someplace.
Health clinic lobby maybe.

You and that Davenport woman.

A nice, motherly type.

You talk the girl
into having her baby,

telling her it's a
beautiful experience,

and all that sort of stuff.

Expenses paid for by you.

But the baby dies in childbirth.

At least that's what
you tell the mother.

She cries her eyes out
all the way home on a bus,

half-stoned. But
Barbara. Barbara,

she came down kind
of fast, didn't she?

She figured out what happened
and she went after the baby.

Running all over town like
some kind of crazy animal.

And you made her that
way, Mr. Starr. Yeah.

You stole that girl's baby.

You guys are crazy.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

And you don't either.

( scoffs )

Did you really think
you could play God

and get away with it forever?

Maybe I'll make that call now.

No, why don't you just sit
there for a second or two?

You might save us a dime.

( inaudible speech )

How did you pick the
ones that you let live

and the ones that you stole?

How did you know which ones
were gonna give you a profit

and which ones weren't?

Come on, what was it?!

Looks? Family tree?

Education? Come
on, now, what was it?!

I didn't do anything wrong.

Okay, okay. Against the law.

But not wrong.

Babies.

You know, some people
try all their lives to have 'em?

All of their lives.

Then they make up
their minds to adopt.

Some skinny broad with a Ph.D.

breaks the news to
them that they can't.

You know why?

Because maybe
they've got an illness.

Oh, nothing contagious.

Just something like,
uh, diabetes, say.

Or maybe they, uh...

haven't been
married long enough.

Or maybe they've got
one foot over the line.

The line is 55, mister.

And it's a long wait if
you want a healthy kid.

Sometimes three to four years.

Think about it.

Say you're almost there.

You've got a wife who's younger,

and she wants to be a mother,

but one of you is
sterile. What do you do?

Hm?

You could come to us...

and we'd get you a kid.

Kid that wouldn't even
be living if it weren't for us.

Now, is that wrong?!

What about the doctors?
The old man and his son.

How did you hook up with them?

Oh, just the old man. His
son doesn't know anything.

Oh, and if you
know about Joe Sr.,

you know he's no quack butcher.

Those... Those
girls had good care.

We know the doctor lost
his license 15 years ago

for performing abortions.

Well, that's... That's
what that says.

I say he was 15 years
ahead of the times.

And what about now, huh?

He's helping kids
grow up in a home.

Instead of getting
stuffed into a backpack

and lugged around the
country without a roof.

Half the time without
the right kind of food.

Is that what you're offering?

Is that it, Mr. Starr?
Social services? Uh, now...

How much you get
for those babies?

How much you get
for ripping them off?

Depends. How much?!

Two, maybe 3,000. Maybe double?

Well, I've got expenses.

You got dividends today too.

Two men shot and a woman killed.

Now, you're gonna help
us find this girl, Barbara...

or we are gonna
nail you to the wall

as an accessory to murder.

Okay. Okay.

Uh, her baby went to
a family named, uh...

Hunt. Arthur Hunt in Daly City.

Wait, if she got
ahold of that doctor,

he probably gave
her the address.

This is Stone.

I want a number for a
Arthur Hunt, Daly City.

No, no. No, no. I'll hang
on. This is an emergency.

I bet your bottle's
almost ready.

( crying ) Honey?

Uh, just a minute, pal.

Come on out in the
kitchen when you're through.

I'll be right with
you. Excuse me.

You got...

No, no, no, no.
That's not the one.

What I want is a W-4 form.

That's the employer's
withholding.

From the Rockwin Metal
Company. Have you got that?

Still busy.

Get the operator. Bust in on it.

Okay, Bob.

( clears throat )

( phone ringing )

Yes? I got him.

Uh, Mr. Arthur Hunt? That's me.

This is Inspector Keller at the
San Francisco Police Department.

And I'm calling you
about your baby.

What baby?

Look, Mr. Hunt, we
know the whole story,

but that's not important now.

The main thing is
that the real mother

may know where you live.

Now, I'm sorry to
have to alarm you,

but she is armed
and possibly irrational.

So I suggest the best thing

is to take your wife and
baby out of the house,

go to the home of a relative,
friend, anybody nearby,

and call us at the number
I'm about to give you, all right?

Yes, but how do I...?
Mr. Hunt, if you have any doubt

about the authenticity
of this call, I suggest...

No, no. I believe you.

What's the number?

( clock chiming )

( inaudible speech )

I mean, it's impossible
to tell what motivates

any of the policy changes, Fred.

Excuse me. Professor
Talmadge? Yes?

Would you come with me,
please? It's about your daughter.

Have they found
her? I believe so.

They want you to
make a positive ID.

Oh, excuse me, Fred.

Wait...

( suspenseful theme playing )

Get the suitcase
out of the closet.

( suspenseful theme playing )

BARBARA: Mr. Arthur Hunt?

Yes?

Yeah, that's me. What is it?

( shushing )

( baby whimpering )

I want my baby back.

Baby? What baby?

I said, I want my baby back.

I'd like to help you,
miss, but you're m...

You are making a mistake.

We have no baby here. MRS.
HUNT: I'm all ready, honey.

We can fill up with
gas at the... Yeah.

Oh. What is it?

HUNT: This young lady seems
to think we have her baby.

Oh, we have no
children here. No.

I'll give you one minute...

to bring him out...

or I'll shoot your husband.

All right, I'll do it.

Miss, look, uh... Get back.

Let me tell you, you...
You're making a mistake.

I said, get back.

( baby whimpering )

MRS. HUNT: I'm not
gonna give him to you.

You're not gonna get him.

He's mine.

He's not yours.
You didn't want him.

I waited for him
to be born. I...

I waited for him,
and I love him.

And you didn't want him.

He's my baby more than yours.

That's not true.

I did want him.

They took him away from me.

Now, I've... I've
come to get him back.

( tires screech )

STONE: Barbara. Put it down.
Go away, and get out of here.

Put it down. Come
here with us, Barbara.

This can be straightened out.
It's already straightened out.

I found my baby.

That's right, Barbara, you have.

But you're gonna hurt your
baby if you don't put it away.

BARBARA: Not until
she gives him back to me.

Barbara.

I've come to help you, dear.

You need rest.

Treatment.

You're not being reasonable.

What is your idea of
reasonable, Mother?

Pill in the morning,
sex at night?

Abortion at the end
of a careless month?

It's not my idea of reason.

I know what it is to
have life inside of me.

Growing through me.

You never taught me that.

( dramatic theme playing )

You never taught me that...

life and love are the same.

You didn't want
me to have my baby.

Nobody does.

Nobody.

I want you to have your baby.

Barbara, my name is Steven,

and I want you
to have your baby.

I know what you're saying.

And in some ways, you and I

are looking for the same things.

Someone hasn't told you
where to find it, have they?

You wanna hold on to something.

Something real.

And now you've found it.

You found your baby.

You'd say... anything
now, wouldn't you?

It's just what I feel.

Now, you don't
need that, do you?

You carry one.

But wouldn't it be
nice if I didn't have to?

( uplifting theme playing )

Oh, Mrs. Hunt, you and
the baby in the car. Mr. Hunt.

( upbeat theme playing )

STONE: You'll be going in soon.

I believe I see how
the judge is thinking.

( baby crying )

Barbara's going to the
state mental hospital

for observation and treatment.

And until she gets out,

they'll let you take
care of the baby.

Oh, good. No, no, not so good.

Not to adopt.

Just to take care of him. Shh.

For how long?

Oh, I think that's gonna
depend upon Barbara.

May I see him?

( melancholy theme playing )

Thank you.

( baby whimpering )

Don't cry...

Peter...

Ronald...

Talmadge.

( whimpers )

( whispers ): Don't
forget your name.

( funky jazz theme playing )