The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 2, Episode 18 - Crossfire - full transcript

( funky jazz theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

ANNOUNCER:

ANNOUNCER:

( bells chiming )

( ominous theme playing )

Nobody even looks tense.

Anybody who can read a
newspaper has got to be tense.

I don't know, I remember
when I was at Berkeley.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

You were there during
the riots, weren't you?



Yeah.

Those were rough times.

But I remember there could be
a major confrontation going on,

just a hundred yards
away and there'd be couples

sitting on the grass like
nothing in the world was wrong.

Well, like they say.

The beat goes on.

Yeah. Let's just hope
those shots last week

were the end of it.

I do too.

Well, we'll hang
in there till 9:00

and then get another
unit to relieve us.

( students chattering )

( gun cocks )



( suspenseful theme playing )

( crowd clamoring )

( siren wailing )

STONE: All right, get
out of here. Clear the area!

Move! Run!

Call an ambulance right away.

Set up a blockade six
blocks in all directions.

Art, come here.

Flank that car there.
Watch your fire.

This place is
crawling with kids.

And Steve's in there!

( action theme playing )

Steve! Where is he?

He went out between us.

Start combing out
the other floors.

( gunshot ) Mike!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Where'd the shots come from?

Well, it had to
happen sooner or later.

This man's dead.

STONE: You say he
only took one bullet?

BURGESS: Apparently. Of course,

we'll need a complete
autopsy to be sure.

You figure it was the
same guy out there today

that took the shots last week?

KELLER: Won't know until
we get the ballistics' report.

And no trace of him?

Nope, not yet.

That's the wife.

STONE: Which one?

BURGESS: The taller one.

The other's her sister-in-law.

Rough on both of them.

But at least she wasn't alone.

You want to talk to her now?

No, no, no. Let's
give her a while.

Hard to take, isn't it?

A kook with a gun.

He brings down a man
like David Shaninger.

STONE: Did you know him?

BURGESS: I know his books.

That's where I know
the name. Sure.

David Shaninger. That's right.

BURGESS: Don't let
the titles turn you off.

His work was solid.

My psych professor in
med school said Shaninger

was one of a half
a dozen at the top.

Well.

I'll get the autopsy report
to you as soon as we have it.

Okay, doc. Thanks
a lot. Thanks, doc.

Lieutenant. Inspector.

Hey, what goes with these
titles that he was talking about?

You ever read the
Times book review?

We got good newspapers
in San Francisco.

What do I have to read book
reviews from back east for?

It's my city too.
It's just the Times

did a big spread on Shaninger
just a couple of weeks ago.

Okay. Okay. The answer
to your question is no.

Now will you answer mine?

He had at least two bestsellers.

He must have
made a lot of money.

But you can't
remember the titles.

I remember the title of the last
book, yeah, it was called Sex.

Oh, that's very
good. Very inventive.

It had some long
erudite subtitle, like, uh,

A Psychologist's View of
its Role in Society Today.

Something like that.

But it's just listed as Sex?

That's right. Sex.

I think I'll wait for
the movie. Okay.

He was a professor
at the university, eh?

Part-time, yeah. He also
had his own private practice.

And he must have had a
lot of dough stacked away.

You don't buy houses on
Valeria Drive with GI loans.

One of us better talk
to Shaninger's wife.

The other one
better talk to the girl

and see what she has to tell us.

Which one would you like?

You're giving me a choice?

( clears throat )

( chuckling )

Oh, Christ.

( jazzy theme playing )

( horn honks )

After you.

No, no, no, no. A-After you.

Couldn't you let it ring
through? It's urgent.

All right. Um,

would you please
have him call 555-3417?

Yeah, he'll know who it is.

And would you please
tell him that I'll be there

in about half an hour.

Okay, thank you.

Hi. Hi.

How you feeling?
Well, I'll never be able

to defend my arm wrestling
championship. But I'm fine.

Good. Would you mind
if we talked a little bit?

Sure, I don't know
what I can tell you.

Well... Coffee? Yeah, thank you.

Where were you coming
from this morning?

The library. And
you were going...?

Home. Home.

How do you like it?
Oh, black's fine, thanks.

Did you see anything unusual
when you were crossing campus?

No. I guess I know how it feels

to be struck by
lightening though.

I was walking along
and the next thing I knew,

I was on the ground.

Miss Dunnigan, can you think...

Excuse me, it is
Dunnigan, is that right?

Peggy. Peggy. Thank you.

Can you think back over
the last, uh, couple of weeks?

Have you had a
run-in with anybody?

I don't know what you mean.

Well, we gotta assume
the guy just snapped,

but it's possible he might
have seen you around campus.

Maybe even knew you.

Some guy who dug you.

You didn't like him.
Something like that.

No, no. There's nothing.

Did anyone see him? No.

All we know is he
moved pretty fast

to get to Everly Street in time.

In time for what?

I'm sorry, I thought you
knew. After he hit you,

he went down to Everly Street
and killed Professor Shaninger.

( mysterious theme playing )

You know him?

No. Uh... Well,
by... By reputation.

I mean, e-everyone
on campus did.

You sure he's dead?

Yes.

It still seems so unreal.

Vera had just come
down from Seattle

and we'd taken a
ride up to Muir Woods.

She'd never seen them.

And when we came home,
we found the police car waiting.

I knew something
terrible had happened.

Mrs. Shaninger, can you tell me,

was there anything...
Anything unusual

in the daily routine of your
husband's life recently?

I'm not sure I know
what you mean.

VERA: I think I do.

How can you think
this is anything

but a maniac on
the loose, lieutenant?

Well, that's exactly what
we think it is, but, uh,

well, we have to check out
all the possibilities, you know.

David didn't have any enemies.

He didn't have any
problem with his patients?

Unusual mail, telephone calls?

Anything at all?

I don't think so.

You're welcome to
go through his mail.

He had a telephone
answering service, of course.

I'm sure that all of his calls
would be recorded there.

Uh, it was the Procom Exchange.

Procom.

Well, thank you for
your, uh, cooperation,

and I know how difficult it
must be for you at this time.

I'll do anything I can.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

KELLER: Uh-huh.

Right.

Well, then could
you get back to me

as soon as possible please?

That's right.

Right, Inspector Keller.

Okay, thank you
very much. Okay, bye.

How's the girl? She's okay.

Get her story?

Yeah. Yeah, just a
coed crossing campus.

Name's Peggy Dunnigan.
Twenty, no parents.

She couldn't come
up with any reason

for being singled
out of the crowd.

Well, that's her
story. What's yours?

I don't know. I thought I
picked up on something.

I'd have to know
her better to be sure.

You hold it right there.

You do your getting acquainted
routines on your own time.

Come on, will you?
What's the reaction?

When I mentioned Shaninger
she seemed to take it awfully hard.

You said he was a celebrity
on the campus, didn't you?

Right, right. That's
probably all it was.

Okay, you called in about
that Procom Exchange?

Yeah, I did. I talked with them.

Here's a list of
Shaninger's phone calls

for the last two weeks.

Anything interesting?

Don't know yet. Looks
like mostly routine

business calls from patients.

Check 'em out?
I'm working on it.

Odds are we're spinning wheels.

You can't hit it big by
playing the odds buddy boy.

You can waste a lot of energy
and time bucking them, Mike.

I've got the time.
You've got the energy.

( chuckles )

Okay, guru, okay.

Since you've obviously
taken some time

to work up a case
for premeditation,

will you answer me the big one?

If this guy killed Shaninger
for a reason, right?

Why does he run
the risk of shooting

at an innocent girl first?

You... You know something
I don't know, don't you, huh?

( phone ringing )

STONE: The ballistics report?

Same gun. Both hits.

Same as the casings you found?

Yeah, military
weapon. M-16 type.

Homicide. Inspector Keller.

Yeah. Yeah. Go
ahead please, will you?

Yeah, could you give
it to me now please?

Right.

I see.

Okay, well, thank you
very much. Goodbye.

Say, what's this entry:
555-3417? Just a number?

Yeah, I had the, uh,
telephone company checking it.

That was the call. You got it?

It's an unlisted number in the
New Coronet Apartment building

for David Shaninger. His
wife tell you anything about

him having an
apartment in town? No.

Someone was at
Shaninger's apartment,

and wanted him to call there.

Say, maybe you just saved
us a lot of legwork, buddy boy.

Get on that phone.
I'll take the extension.

( line ringing )

Ringing.

WOMAN: Hello?

Uh, excuse me, I think I
may have the wrong number.

To whom am I speaking?

Who do you want?

Peggy Dunnigan.

This is she.

( dramatic theme playing )

( jazzy theme playing )

Hey, she's living pretty
good for no parents.

( door buzzes )

Miss Dunnigan.

I started to run. I got all
the way to the elevator.

Did you see Professor
Shaninger today?

No.

KELLER: Peggy, how
long have you known him?

About a year.

There was a "Meet the
Professor" coffee hour at the union.

And I met him.

Did you know he was married?

Yes. But it didn't matter.

Even his age was
attractive to me.

Or maybe especially his age.

Well, then what you're
saying is that, uh,

this was a sort of, um, a
father-daughter relationship?

No.

I just meant that I
think I needed maturity

and I know that
David needed youth.

This place was for him. It
wasn't anything I cared about.

I used to live at the
Wildbrook Center.

But David didn't like the
swinging singles atmosphere,

so he leased this.

He loved the view.

He used to say if
we had to choose

between a view
and a nice building,

he'd be quite happy
to live in a plastic bag.

STONE: But you
didn't care for it.

What was it that
you did care for?

An education.

Some girls get
jewels, furs, cars.

David was putting
me through college.

It isn't as sordid as it sounds.

Not really. I
mean... I loved him.

Or at least I thought
I did for a while.

You didn't pack all these
boxes today did you?

No. We broke up three days ago.

Why was that?

Uh... I'm getting married.

To somebody else?

STONE: Well, now,
Miss Dunnigan. Um...

( sighs )

Excuse me, but,
um, I know that, uh,

young people look at
things a little differently

from when I was your age...

It's all right. I know
how it sounds.

It sounds that way to me too.

But it isn't. It's just...

Peggy, sit down for
a second, will you?

You know, we're not
here, uh, judging you.

We're trying to get a sniper.

The shooting couldn't
have anything to do with it.

It couldn't. It was just
a freaky coincidence.

KELLER: Well, then tell us, why
you break up with Shaninger now?

I used to date someone
who went overseas.

And, uh, it seemed to
end when he went away.

Then when he got
back from Hanoi, I...

He wrote me and I wrote him.

And eventually I went down
to San Diego to see him.

And suddenly my relationship
with David seemed all wrong.

So... Hanoi?

He was a POW?

Yes.

There's no reason for
him to find out, is there?

I don't want him to know now.

Not after what
he's been through.

It's not necessary. I'm just
gonna need his name though.

Alan Melder.

His address?

The Naval Hospital.

Balboa Park. San Diego.

He's a captain in
the Marine Corps.

( mysterious theme playing )

Okay, thank you very much.

Marine captain.

And an M-16, huh?

You know, there is a possibility
it was just a wild coincidence.

I mean, both of them
getting picked off like that.

Would you believe
that if you read it

in one of those Times
book reviews of yours?

No. No. Of course not.

Tell you what. You take the car.

You talk to
Shaninger's wife again.

I'll go back to headquarters and
see what I can dig up on Melder.

( whistles )

( tires squeal ) Hey, easy.

Right. Oh, swing by
Tony's on the way back.

Tony's, no, Mike. Come
on. Oh, come on, come on.

They should pay you.

Briant Street.

Don't forget Tony's.

( engine starts )

KAY: How dare you come here
making accusations like that!

KELLER: Mrs. Shaninger,
I'm not making accusations,

I'm only trying
to fill in the gaps.

By telling me my husband
was keeping another woman?

I only said he was paying
the rent on an apartment.

That's all. The gall.

Trying to tie him to
that Wildbrook crowd,

making scurrilous insinuations.

I'm not insinuating anything,
ma'am, I'm only trying to find...

I don't know how
much more I can take.

Isn't it enough that my
husband was gunned down

in cold blood because
our streets aren't safe?

Without your coming
here to insult his memory.

I'm only saying new facts
have turned up, that's all.

Facts, inspector,
or obscene rumors?

Look, I don't like asking
these questions any more

than you like answering
them, Mrs. Shaninger.

But I need to know how
much you were aware of.

She's already said. None of it.

Then you do not
know Peggy Dunnigan?

I've never even heard the name.

Inspector, if my husband
was unfaithful to me,

he must have taken great
care to protect my feelings

and to make sure that I
never suspected anything.

And that's what I'm going to
try to remember from now on.

Not the painful
implications you just told me.

Thank you.

That's right. M-E-L-D-E-R.

Uh-huh. Marine captain.

I see.

No, no, this is just a
routine investigation.

Yeah, I may want to see him.

That's right.

How's that again?

No, I... I'm sorry,

I didn't understand that.

Where?

What time?

Uh-huh. What about last week?

I see.

Well, thank you for your
cooperation, sergeant.

Mm, yeah.

Yes, I'll get in touch with you
if I need any more information.

Yes. Goodbye.

Hurry. Hurry. Tony's finest.

Get it while it's
still cold and soggy.

A guy comes home after
18 months in a POW camp,

gets engaged,

and then finds out that his girl
has been kept by another man.

How does that hit you?

Melder? Peggy
said he didn't know.

Yeah.

What, no anchovies?

No. Why not?

Because I don't like anchovies.

We always get anchovies.

No, you always get anchovies.

I never get anchovies.
I hate anchovies.

( laughing )

Boy, oh, boy, she must
have given you a rough time.

Or was it the sister?

No, they were all right.

I guess the questions
were kind of rough.

About as much appetite
for them as I have for this.

Well, here. Feed
your eyes on this.

( sighs )

Melder was on leave?

Mm-hm. Due back tonight.

You wanna guess where he's been?

Here?

Mm-hm.

Since last night. You wanna
guess where you're going?

There.

Two for two. You're
batting pretty good.

All right, he could've been
on campus this morning,

but what about last week?

They're checking that out.

What about a service record?
Anything about weapons training?

Did you ever hear of a
Marine who made captain

who couldn't handle a rifle?

( ominous theme playing )

I haven't been down
in this area in about, uh,

yeah, I haven't been down
in this area in about, oh,

I don't know, three
years, four years.

Where do I go now?
Right over there.

Right there? Yeah.

Okay, thank you
very much. Bye-bye.

Captain Melder? Yes.

Steven Keller.

Ah. Here, uh, grab a bench.

I understand you're
getting out of here.

Uh, it's close enough.

I'm, uh, I'm beginning
to count the hours now.

I have to admit,
uh, I'm curious.

You know Peggy Dunnigan?

Yeah, she's my fiancée.

You talk to her in
the last 24 hours?

No.

Why, what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter
now. She's all right.

But there was a
shooting on campus.

Peggy was hit.

She was hit?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

No, wait. Are you
sure that she's all right?

She's all right. She's
got a flesh wound

in her left shoulder.

Well, uh, why would
anyone wanna shoot Peggy?

Well, somebody
else was shot too.

A man. He was killed.

He was killed? Wait a second.

Inspector, now,
w-what's going on here?

Oh, what is this?

What's going on in
this world anyway?

I thought I left all that
insanity back in Nam.

What was that, a nut?

Some nut running around with a
gun shooting at anybody he saw?

Maybe.

Wait a second now, uh.

That's why you're
here, isn't it?

You think I had
something to do with that.

The weapon used
was an M-16 rifle.

You're an expert marksman.

Yeah, so are a few
thousand other guys.

You were in San
Francisco yesterday.

Most people would've
visited their fiancée. You didn't.

All right, that's my business.

Sorry, captain. That's
police business right now.

I was buying a house.

You were buying a house?

That's right. For Peggy and me.

See, I wanted to
have it all settled

so I could surprise her with it

when I get there
with my discharge.

Hey, you want to check that out?

Yes, I'd like to, please.

Okay, I'll go get
the escrow papers.

Say, inspector,
uh, was Peggy, uh,

was she with this guy,
the one that got killed?

No.

No, whoever did it
shot Peggy, ran away,

and opened up on a man
on the other side of campus.

Well, I guess
that's gonna make it

a little easier on both of us.

You see, uh, I'm still
learning to walk a little.

But I'm afraid it's
gonna be quite a while

before I learn to run anywhere.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dispatch radio chattering )

OFFICER: Same story, lieutenant.

Shots came from that basement
transom over there this time.

We checked inside.

Looked like he spent
the night waiting.

Anybody got hit?

A girl.

Dead.

( mysterious theme playing )

What's her name?

Sheila Davis.

Works as a waitress
in a coffee shop.

Not a student.

It's senseless.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

PEGGY: I don't understand.

All right, let me try to
explain it to you again.

The girl that was
killed is a ringer for you.

It's amazing, but
she's the same size,

same hair color, same style.

And it's possible the man that
killed her thought it was you.

That's bizarre.

I mean, who'd wanna kill me?

We just don't want
to take any chances.

We want you to
stay in the apartment

and don't even go
out on the terrace.

Oh, lieutenant, I
mean, you know.

If anyone comes to the door,

you let Officer
Powell answer it.

And you stay out of sight.

All right.

But it had to be a coincidence.
I mean, just a coincidence.

( chuckles )

That's possible.

But we know one
thing for certain.

Whoever shot you
for whatever reason,

he's still out there.

( mysterious theme playing )

( dialing phone )

VERA ( on phone ): Hello?

Hi.

Mrs. Shaninger?

Oh, I'm sorry, she
isn't taking any calls.

She'll take this one.

Who is this?

Just put her on.

No, I'm afraid I'll have
to take a message.

May I have your name please?

Look, lady, I... I gotta
talk to Mrs. Shaninger,

now you put her on.

Vera, who is it?

Just some brash young man.

One of David's students maybe.

Th... There's no need for you...

Oh, it's all right.

I'll take it.

Thank you. Hello?

Hi.

Hello.

It's done.

I see, um... Just
a minute, I, uh...

I need to get
something to write on.

Okay, go ahead.

I just want the rest
of the bread, lady.

You got it?

( sighs )

Vera, would you get me
that pen that's on my desk?

This one's run dry.

Thank you.

Do you know what you've done?

Yeah.

( chuckles )

I done a job.

And I gave the cops one
they're never gonna finish.

No, you killed the wrong girl.

Do you understand?
The wrong girl.

Why didn't you just
do what I asked you?

How could you be so stupid?

Shut up.

You hear me?

Shut up!

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

KELLER: So you gotta
go back tomorrow, huh?

Well, you travel first class

no matter what the
ticket says, don't you?

Well, there's gotta be some
fringe benefits to this job.

Here you go. ( chuckling )

Thank you very
much for the flight.

Okay, we can scratch Melder.

He's clean, I know.

What is this, I got
jet lag or something?

I just got off the boat.
How do you know?

The killer's been at it
again. A girl this time, D.O.A.

Oy.

Takes us right
back to zero, huh?

Nope.

What do you mean "nope?"

Two incidents of random
shooting last week.

Two more yesterday.
A girl gets hit today.

If she doesn't tie to
Peggy or Shaninger...

She ties to Peggy. How?

No matter what the
distance, she looks like a twin.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let me hear how this goes down.

All right,

let's say that you wanted to
kill somebody by sniper fire.

But you wanted it
to look as though

the people you hit
are random victims.

How would you go about it?

( sighs )

Study the habits of the
people I wanted to hit.

Routines, schedules.

Set up a pattern.

A few random shots to make
it look like I'd gone berserk.

And when he hits the
people he's really after?

Nobody suspects
there's a motive.

( chuckles )

You still think there's
a motive, don't you?

Well, sometimes you
gotta play the odds.

There's usually a motive, right?

I don't see it this time.

Oh, come on, come on now.

This isn't your first triangle.

You know, don't you, that
whenever there's a triangle,

one of those three
sides is gonna be jealous.

All right, scratch Shaninger.

That leaves Peggy
and Mrs. Shaninger.

You got it.

Yes, sir, a woman scorned.

Mike, a woman, there's
no way she's gonna do that.

With enough money to buy a hit.

No pro's gonna
operate like that.

Taking the chance of
firing in broad daylight.

I didn't say it was a pro. I
said she bought somebody.

It's possible.

Possible, but I don't think so.

Okay, all right.

But I'm telling you,
she did it, Steve.

What's the proof?

Like I said before,
you've got the energy

I've got the time.

Ah, he's thinking. Look out.

Come here, come here.

Remember telling me that
she gave you a rough time

because you linked her husband
with the Wildbrook crowd?

A lot of gall, scurrilous
insinuations, right.

You still haven't
got it, have you?

What?

Will you use some of that
energy that you've got up there?

The Wildbrook crowd.

Who said it first, you or she?

Right.

Right. ( chuckles )

Right, that's it, you're right.

Peggy moved out
of there weeks ago.

So if Mrs. Shaninger didn't know
about Peggy and her husband,

how did she know
about Wildbrook? Right.

( chuckles )

May I be the first
to congratulate you?

( Keller groans )

( engine starts )

( upbeat theme playing )

( phone rings )

Hello?

Alan?

How did you know?

No, I'm fine, really.

Well, when?

No, Alan.

No, of course I do.

It's just that, not today.
I mean, I've got exams.

No, I've told you,
I'm fine, really.

I won't be here.

I mean, I'll be
leaving for the library...

All right, then I'll meet you.

No, that's silly,
don't take a cab,

it costs too much.

No, no, it's no problem.
Really, I'll be there.

What time?

Okay, bye.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yeah, it's just
a friend of mine.

( sighs )

( suspenseful theme playing )

I don't remember
saying any such thing.

I do, Mrs. Shaninger, and I
believe your sister does too.

Mrs. Day?

I can't quite be sure.

Well, somewhere
out there on the streets

there's a man with a gun.

He killed two people already.

One of them was a waitress,

and the other one
was your own brother.

Vera, you can see what
they're trying to do, can't you?

Neither of us has
anything more to say to you.

We're calling our attorney.

( mysterious theme playing )

Vera?

It works.

What are you doing?

It isn't dry.

What's that got to
do with anything?

That phone call
from the young man

when you sent
me out of the room.

Was...?

Was that the man you
hired to murder David?

( tense theme playing )

Did you really
think I'd step aside

at this time in our lives?

To let him leave me for
that tantalizing little tramp?

KAY: David had referred
him to a psychiatric clinic.

One night when
David was out of town...

Or I thought David
was out of town,

he turned up at the house.

I told David about it later
and he was terribly upset.

He said the man had
homicidal impulses.

KELLER: You don't know his name?

No.

Could be in your husband's
records, couldn't it?

No.

Because he was never a patient.

You still haven't told us how
you got together with him.

Well, that night he
came to the house,

he was... rambling.

Angry at everything
that frustrated him.

Anyone who ever accused
him of being worthless or stupid.

And I recalled he
said it wasn't right.

Someone as smart as he
should be working at a car wash

all his life.

So when you found out about
your husband and Peggy Dunnigan,

you went looking
for him, is that it?

Yes, that's it.

That paragon of
a husband of mine.

That phony and his prostitute.

Why should...

Why should their
lives go untouched

when mine had been ruined?

How did you find the man?

I made a list of
all the car washes.

Just started looking,
I found it the next day.

Place on the Cooperman Road.

You know the address?

No.

Near Sutter.

Go on.

Well, he agreed to meet me,

and so I picked him up

across the street
from the car wash.

We drove around
and I made the offer.

STONE: How much?

Five thousand then.

Twenty thousand when
they were both dead.

How were you gonna get in
touch with him to pay the rest?

Post office box number.

He was gonna send it to me.

But he didn't. He
used the telephone.

He was always talking
about how smart he was.

How he's gonna have the police

crawling up their own walls.

Hm.

The sniper fire?

He didn't say that.

When it started on the
campus a week ago,

I... I didn't even
make the connection.

I couldn't believe that he'd
put anyone else in danger.

I just wanted the
both of them, gone!

All right, you know that this is
a free and voluntary statement?

Yes.

All right, go to the carwash
with the description.

When you get a name, book him.

Right.

Book her.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( phone rings nearby )

Officer? The call's for you.

Oh, thank you.

You can't use the
extension out here,

it doesn't work. I don't know.

But you can use
the one in my room.

Fine. It's Lieutenant Stone.

Uh, he had to leave
the line for a minute,

but he said he'd
be right back on.

Thanks.

( ominous theme playing )

Mm-hm.

Well, can you think
of anything else, sir?

I see.

All right, well thank
you for your help.

Right, goodbye.

Car wash manager knows
who we're talking about,

but the name isn't gonna help.

Why not? John Jones.

He says help's hard to
get so he doesn't push it.

( chuckles )

Anything else about him?

Yeah, corroboration
of what Mrs. Shaninger

said about his problem.

He's had two fights
since he's been there.

Both times because
somebody called him stupid.

Oh, yeah, one other thing.

Manager says he
might be dangerous.

Well, that's gonna
help us a lot, isn't it?

Come on, let's get
to the apartment.

What? Come on, come on.

He's not dumb enough to go after
Peggy now that Mrs. Shaninger...

He might or might not know,

but we gotta play it safe
no matter what the odds are.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( car engine starts )

( engine starts )

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

What do you mean she's gone?

She called me to the phone,
lieutenant, she said it was you

and I should wait on
the line till you got back.

And then while I was waiting,
she must have slipped out.

Do you have any
idea where she went?

There was a phone call earlier.

Who was on the phone?

I heard her use the name Alan.

Melder.

Did you hear anything else?

Well, it sounded
kind of personal,

I didn't wanna eavesdrop,
but she was upset.

What about?

He was going to do something
and she didn't want him to.

She wouldn't want him showing
up here with police protection.

I'll call San Diego and
see if he's on his way...

STONE: We'll check it
on the way to the airport.

( dramatic theme playing )

MAN: Hospital confirms
emergency leave.

Destination San Francisco.

Ten-four.

Can you find out
what flight he's on?

Ten-four, stand
by Inspectors 81.

Looks like we're headed
in the right direction.

Inspectors 81.

Eight-one, go ahead.

Captain Melder was booked
onto Cal West Flight 274,

San Diego to San Francisco.

Ten-four.

Can you give me
an ETA on that flight?

Operations reports Cal West
274 is already on the ground.

Ten-four.

Wouldn't you know it?

Today it's gotta be on time.

Come on, move it.

You gonna pay for my ticket?

( suspenseful theme playing )

She's at the
arrival gate by now.

He won't follow her. He won't
be able to get that gun of his

past that Skyjack equipment.

Which means he's at
the concourse entrance.

If he's out here at all.

( ominous theme playing )

( whistle blows )

PEGGY: How's the leg?

MELDER: Ah, let
me tell you, you know,

It gets, uh, really
stiff sometimes.

You know why that is? No.

No, neither do I.

( both laughing )

Well, I guess we lucked out.

Why's that?

Plane's arrived.

They would have left
the concourse by now.

Nothing's happened.
I guess he's not here.

Well, let's just keep it
moving anyway. Come on.

( sighs )

( talking indistinctly )

( tense theme playing )

KELLER: Peggy, get down!

Get down.

STONE: Run it!

( suspenseful theme playing )

All right, hold it!

I'll jump!

No.

No, no, you're
too smart for that.

No, stay back.

I'll do it. I swear
I'm gonna jump.

Don't waste yourself like that.

You're too smart
for that, right?

Why waste yourself? Think
about it, huh? Just think.

You're too smart.

You don't want to be wasted.

You want to show
people how smart you are.

You want to show people
what you think, right?

Whoa, hold it. Hold it.

KELLER: I got a bullet in you.

You need a doctor, right?

Just think, he'll fix you up.

He'll let you show
people who you are.

You'll be smart.

You can be smart to people.

( dramatic theme playing )

( sobbing )

I wanna die.

I just wanna die. Aah.

Why couldn't you let me die?

What's it matter to you?

It matters.

( mellow theme playing )

Old Flash Comet
comes roaring up.

Captain, that leisurely stroll
may have saved your life.

Well it, uh, wasn't my
leg that slowed us down.

Oh?

No, when I saw him
getting off the plane,

I knew I'd have to
tell him everything.

So we sat right down and talked.

We have a lot to forget.

But a lot more
to look forward to.

Steve, do you feel like
coming to a wedding?

Wedding? ( chuckles )

You count on it.

Good. Bye.

Bye-bye.

I think they've got a
good-looking future, don't you?

Yeah, I think so, yeah.

I think you're future's
looking pretty good too.

Why?

Listen, I want to fill
out that report myself.

No, no, I can do that.

No, I want the brass to
know what you did up there.

Oh, come on. No, no. No, no.

You know something?
You are a romantic.

You are a real romantic.

What? Yeah.

Just because I don't read
those highfalutin books of yours

from the Times book review

doesn't mean I
don't have feelings.

You know what? What?

When I look at the San
Francisco skyline at night,

I think it's beautiful.

Oh, Mike...

No, I really do, you
know? And when...

I think there's poetry in
Rick Barry's leap into the air

when he... When he dunks
that ball into the basket.

I really do, yeah.

And when Bobby Bonds
gets up there and starts

to swing at that ball and
then he hits that home run,

why, I think that's music.

( upbeat theme playing )

( engine starts )

( funky jazz theme playing )