The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 2, Episode 20 - Inferno - full transcript

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ANNOUNCER:

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ANNOUNCER:

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( alarm beeping )

( sirens wailing )

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Here you go.

Morning.

Good morning.



What'll you have?

Chili and a lot of crackers.

For breakfast?

Yep. Gets the juices flowing.

( chuckles ): It's your stomach.

Where's Pop?

Gone fishing.

Be back tomorrow.

Then you must be his son.

That's why I'm here.

Well, you tell him Mike
Stone came by, will you?

Yeah.

I used to walk a beat out here.

This morning when I got
up, and felt that breeze



coming off the
water good and cold,

I thought of Pop's
chili, good and hot.

( cup clatters )

Yeah, this chili got me
through a lot of cold mornings,

I can tell you that.

( siren wailing )

You make it?

That's right.

( sirens approaching )

Needs more onions.

( sighs )

No wonder cops are
losing public support.

( sirens wailing )

( sirens wailing )

Unit 4, get right
on that staircase.

Engine 2, line on that
standpipe over there.

Stand clear on the
left, fire crew's comin' in.

STONE: Where do you
need me? Stand back?

Move the crowd. All
right. Come on, everybody.

Stand back. Please.

Everybody, way back
against the wall. Come on.

Officer.

Officer, bring the hoses
right through here. Come on.

Hey, Blue Hat. What
are you doing here?

Hey, I was having
breakfast. What about you?

I thought you were
through wrestling hoses,

strictly investigating now.

That's right. I am.

Then this is arson?

Maybe.

Where's Harry? You seen him?

No, he... He's over there.

Oh.

All right. Come on,
everybody, please stand back.

Harry, where did it start?

Second floor,
near as we can tell,

but it's leaked up to the third

and already burned
through to the first.

Did you get to three alarms yet?

Yeah, and I'll bet we
get to four pretty soon.

What about that smoke?

White, then black.

One of the men thought
he smelled combustibles.

Jacko, take over
here. I'm going in.

I'll let you know
what I find inside.

Okay. Handie-talkie's
on the rig.

JACKO: Get it going.

Here, let... Give him to me.

I'll take him.

HARRY ( over radio ):
We're on the second floor now.

Looks like it's about to cave.

See any hot spots, Harry?

Three of them. And I
can still smell the gasoline.

It's a torch job, Jacko.

Okay. Get out of there, Harry.

I'm trying, believe me.

One of our boys is hurt in here.

Better go to four alarms.

Harry, get out of there.

Hey, look out. It's coming down!

All units, pull
back. It's caving.

Pull back.

Harry? Harry?

Harry!

Hold it, Mike. Hold it.

But he's in there.

I know.

It's too late.

JACKO ( over bullhorn
): Move those lines.

Open that roof.

Get those people out of here.

Six and four, over here.

Division two, tell them
we've got four alarms.

Get an ambulance.

( hissing )

How's that?

Well, is that even?

It's even.

How's the back.

STONE: Get yourself
out of that pincushion.

We got work to do.

My one day off.

It was your day off.

Pick up your things.

( sighs )

Max, it's not sounding too good.

We'll have to do
it another time.

It's your hurry, not mine.

What do you got?

A fire.

What, arson?

Looks that way.

Somebody go up with it?

Two firemen.

One of them was Harry Firpo.

Firpo.

Is that your old, uh...?
Your poker buddy?

Mm-hm.

My old poker buddy.

He was a good man.

I'm sorry, Mike.

Whoever lit that blaze
is gonna be a lot sorrier,

I can tell you that.

Come on.

( jazz theme playing )

Four fires in six
weeks, all warehouses,

and heavily insured.

And the victims were all
wide-eyed and innocent.

Just one guy with a match?

Yep. Seems to be the theory.

Anybody else get killed?

No, those were the first.

Hey, Mike. Heh-heh-heh.

Steve, Inspector Jack O'Moore,

head of the Arson Division.

Hi. Jacko for short.

Steve Keller. What have you got?

Oh, over here. There's a guy
who may have talked to our man

a couple of days ago, so
we rounded up some tapes

of known arsonists
for him to listen to.

But how did you get those tapes?

Well, the hard way.

Some by court order,
some from calls we get here,

and some that you
don't want to know about.

Nothing illegal, but
we've got our stoolies too.

Hey, any luck?

I'm sorry. This
machine might be able

to tell one voice from
another, but I sure can't.

Oh, this is Gil Porter.
Lieutenant Stone,

Inspector Keller from Homicide.

Lieutenant. Hi. Hi.

I understand somebody
offered you a fire?

That's right. They made
it sound awful good too.

See, I own a chain
of clothing stores.

Jeans, shirts, you know.

And we hit it pretty big
a couple of years ago.

But then again, you
know, times change,

and now I got a warehouse
full of no-pleat flares.

( both chuckle )

See, everybody's wearing
pleated baggies now.

Not everybody.

So you, uh, got stuck
with a lot of clothes

you couldn't sell, huh?

How did this guy know about it?

Well, it's no secret.

What did he say to you?

Well, he said he could fix
me up with a real good one.

Nobody would get hurt.

But you never saw him. No, no.

Give you a name?

Yes. Jason.

That's all? Just Jason?

That's it. One name. No number.

Said he would call
later for an answer.

Uh, Mr. Porter agreed to a tap,

so we got a court order
and the phone company

ran the line in here
so that we can monitor

all his calls.

What made you change your mind?

Oh, wait just a
minute, lieutenant.

I didn't change my mind.

I never even
considered the offer.

See, I'm from Los Angeles.

Watts. And during
the riots back there,

I saw all the fires I
ever wanted to see.

Mr. Porter, thank you very much.

Thank you. Go ahead.

( alarm beeping )

Got another one, huh?

Oh, over 90 a day.

Thirty-three thousand a year.

You know, some
part of San Francisco

is always burning.

That's why we
don't need any help

from some firebug
doing it for profit.

Mike, uh, here's our list of
the tenants in the building.

Insurance companies,
coverage and inventory.

Now, you can check those
and I'll go over the ashes.

What makes you think the
same man set all four fires?

'Cause I remember
the last thing Harry said

was that he smelled gasoline,

and that there
were three hot spots.

The same pattern
as all the others.

Couldn't that be a pyro?

In my opinion, they all
are, only this one's a pro.

Harry said it started on
the second floor, right?

Right.

Hmm.

"Wallick and Son. Art supplies."

I think I'll start there.

You stick with Jacko.

( tense theme playing )

Look, Al, just tell me how
much, and stop the jokes, huh?

What? Why, we've
never even made a claim.

Look, Al, if the premium's
gonna go up that high,

we'll just have to look around
for another broker, that's all.

Okay. Okay. You get back
to me as soon as you can.

I thought he was
a friend of yours

from the old neighborhood.

( intercom buzzes ) Did
you find those policies?

No. I guess they're at
home. I'd better get them.

Yes. Homicide?

Well, uh... Uh, send
him right in, Julie.

Mr. Wallick. Uh-huh.

Lieutenant Stone. Oh, uh,

h-how do you do, l-lieutenant?

Won't you sit down?

No, no, thank you. I'd
rather stand, if you don't mind.

I've been riding a
desk an awful lot lately.

My son, Paul.

Paul. Lieutenant.

We, uh, heard about the firemen.

We just couldn't believe
someone losing their lives

over a few rolls of canvas.

Well, it wasn't only canvas.

They were trying to save
other buildings, other lives.

Terrible thing.

Were you storing
anything besides, uh,

canvas and art supplies
in that warehouse?

There was no paints? Gasoline?

PAUL: No, uh,
paints and thinners

are kept here in
a special vault.

We don't stock gasoline. Why?

One of the firemen
said he smelled gasoline

just before he died.

On our floor?

That's where it started.

PAUL: Now, wait a minute.

Are you saying that
we had something to do

with setting the fire?

No. No, no, no.

I'm not saying that at all.

But I am saying that
your records show

that you carried an
awful lot of insurance.

Oh, I don't believe this.

We lost money on that fire!

Here. Check our inventory.

Sure we had insurance,

but not enough to
even cover the loss.

It's all right there,
lieutenant. Look it over.

We only stored salable
merchandise on that floor.

We figure to lose
between $7-, 10,000.

Well, do you know of anyone

who would want to
ruin your business?

No.

What about Rockwell?

Oh, come on, Paul. Not Herb.

Who's this?

Well, he's our
biggest competitor.

Herb Rockwell.

He's been after our
business for years.

He'd love to see us wiped out.

Oh, come on, now,
Paul. I don't think Herb

would do a thing like this.

Somebody did.

Uh, who did you say?

Herb Rockwell?

Well, thank you, Mr. Wallick.

WALLICK: Thank you.

STONE: I'll keep in touch.

WALLICK: Certainly, lieutenant.

Goodbye. Bye.

He was actually
accusing us of murder.

Ah, we don't have
to worry about it.

We certainly didn't do it,

and I'm sure Herb had
nothing to do with it.

He may be a barracuda
when it comes to business,

but a thing like this is crazy.

You'd have to be sick to
do a thing like this. Real sick.

Yeah. Maybe you're right, Dad.

I'd better get those policies.

JULIE ( on phone ): Yes,
sir. Julie, I'm going out.

Painter's Association
is on the line.

I'll get back.

And there's a
Mr. Jason on line two.

He called earlier.

( eerie theme playing )

Okay, I'll take that one.

( button clicks )

Jason? What happened?

You killed two men.

It's a high-risk business,
Mr. Wallick. Accidents happen.

You gave me your word.

I gave you till Friday to
have your final payment.

Same box number as before.

Look, um, I can't
get it together.

You'll have to wait
for the insurance.

I told you going
in, I don't wait.

Unless you want another fire

at that nice, big
house you live in.

Jason.

( dramatic theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

( police radio chattering )

KELLER: What are
we looking for anyway?

JACKO: Fingerprints.

KELLER: Oh, come
on. You're kidding.

JACKO: No. Takes
a while to learn how,

but, uh, you can read
a fire by the ashes.

( grunts )

Each one is different,

same as a fingerprint.

What do you got?

Something new.

I mean, everything
else around here

fits the pattern of the
other fires, except this.

See? Cut a hole in the floor.

Well, would that give
it a, uh, better draft?

Could be. Could be.

Or making sure the gasoline
poured into the first floor.

Who was downstairs?

Oh, just a bunch of crates
full of sewing machines.

Were they insured?

Hey, not bad.

You're thinking
like a fireman now.

But I already checked it out.

Doesn't figure.

Why is that?

Well, 'cause the company
that owned them was bankrupt,

and the machines were
just stored here by the court,

you know, pending auction.

But who gets the money?

Well, have to be creditors.

Could be a dozen people.

Couple of dozen, maybe.

Well, it's a shame,
that's all I can say.

Man works hard, doesn't
deserve setbacks like that.

Well, Wallick's fire won't
hurt your business any, will it?

Okay, I guess not.

Anything bad happens
to him is good for me.

Look, lieutenant, it's
kind of hard to explain,

but Marty and I have
fought it out for years,

and in a funny kind of
way, we've both won.

So competition forced
you to be successful.

Yeah, something
like that, I guess.

How long have you known him?

Over 30 years. Tough fighter.

Got a lot of shark in him.

But deep down, he's a good man.

How about his son?

He's no Marty. Mr. Big-Shot.

You see him yet?

I just met him.

Married a society girl.

Big house in a
fancy neighborhood.

Oh, take care of this
customer, will you, please?

( sighs )

Nobody could hurt
Marty the way Paul has.

How do you mean?

You got a son, lieutenant?

No.

Well, if you did, you'd know.

You see, a father
likes to believe

that what he's
done with his life

counts for something
with his boy,

whatever it is.

With Marty and me it's just
this little business, maybe.

But it's something.
You know what I mean?

Something you hope
your son can appreciate.

What it started with,
how you got it here,

and maybe keep it going for you.

And for him too,
after you're gone.

But Paul, all he
cares about is a buck.

How fast he can make it.
How fast he can spend it.

That hurts.

Then you're saying that
the old man is straight.

Straight as they come.

He told me he could go in
the hole because of the fire.

He's got records to prove it.

So?

So his competition could
stand to gain by his loss.

Meaning me?

Possible.

No, lieutenant.

I could never hate
anything or anybody

enough to use fire.

You see, 20 years ago, my
house burned to the ground.

I lost my wife and my son.

Yeah, that's better, Al.
Much better. Thank you.

Incidentally, I'm sorry I
blew my stack at you before.

No, no, no, I'm not hurting.

Yeah, sure, Friday's fine.

Look, I've got an idea. Why
don't you come out to the house,

have some dinner, hm?

You don't have to talk to Paul.

You talk to me.

Yeah. May God save
us from our own children.

All right, Al. I'll
see you Friday.

( buzzes )

Yeah?

( sighs )

What does he want?

All right. All
right. Send him in.

Hello, Mr. Wallick.

Nick, I told you to
stay away from here.

Hey, you've got
business, I've got business.

Business. Somebody pass a
law lately I haven't heard about,

saying that running
book is legal?

Now, now, no need to get nasty.

Where's Paul?

He's out.

He's getting to be a
tough man to reach lately.

He's finished, Nick. Through.

He's got no more business
with you, so leave him alone.

He owes me.

You're lying.

I wish I was.

I've got expenses too, you know.

I gave him enough
to pay you off.

I guess he saw it as a chance
to get even with both of us.

What can I tell you?

He lost.

How much?

Fifteen big ones.

Now, where is he?

I don't have to
tell you anything.

Now, you get out of here.

Get out of here
before I call the police.

I don't think you want to
play it that way, Mr. Wallick.

I'm not playing it your
way anymore, Nick.

You're sucking the
blood out of my veins.

The well is dry.

I just want what's owed me.

You better tell
your son to call me.

( tense theme playing )

( hand brake grinds )

( sighs )

Hi, hon.

Hi, darling. Your
father's on the phone.

I told him you just drove up.

Okay. Hey, that's a nice dress.

Oh, do you like it?

Oh, I love it.

I just came home
to get the policies.

Yeah, Dad?

Paul, Nick Green was just here.

Really?

Maybe he owes me some money.

He says you owe him $15,000.

What?

Why, he's got his
books scrambled.

Paul, don't lie to me.

The money I gave
you to pay him off,

what did you do with it?

Dad, I told you.

WALLICK: Yeah, you
told me, and I believed you.

Well, come on,
it's just a mix-up.

I'll straighten it out.

Oh, what's the use?

The money's gone, and
we've said it all before.

Paul, what's wrong?

Nothing, honey. Just business.

I'd better get those policies.

PORTER: I'll
need a key, won't I?

JASON: You've already
got it, taped to the bottom

of your locker in the garage
of your apartment building.

PORTER: How'd you
find out where I live?

Hey, what have you got?

Jason. He called Porter
about an hour ago.

Can you match his voice?

Already tried. Nothing.
We got a mailbox, though.

Could you run it back
to that point, Norman?

( switch clicks )

( audio whining )

Good. Right there.

JASON: You want
to forget it, okay.

PORTER: No. No. You're on.

JASON: All right. You'll leave
the first payment tomorrow

at the Central Post Office.

Cash. Small bills
in an envelope.

Go to box number
3098. You got it?

PORTER: Box 3098.
Well, I'll need a key, won't I?

JASON: You've already
got it. It's taped to the bottom

of your locker in the garage
of your apartment building.

PORTER: Hey, how'd
you find out where I live?

JASON: I know where
all my clients live.

Now, I suggest you prepare
an alibi for next Sunday.

That's when you get well.

Final payment is
due the day after.

( line hangs up, dial tone )

Check out the post-office box?

Yeah. Yeah, it's called,
uh, Butek Incorporated,

and they got one
other post-office box.

It's, uh, 3182, right.

Butek? You check that out too?

Yeah, I called the State
Corporations Office.

They say there's
no Butek listed.

Ah, figures it would
be a front for Jason.

Jacko, you call
Porter, and tell him

to follow those directions.

We'll put a stakeout
on that post-office box

around the clock.

( jazz theme playing )

Okay, Paul. But the next time
you want this much in cold cash,

give me a day's notice, okay?

I really had to press.

Thanks, Doug. I appreciate it.

Sure. I just told him you
were cum laude in our class,

so don't cross me up.

Put your John Henry
on the dotted line.

I'm sorry about the
fire. That's tough.

Yeah. Well, just one
of those things, I guess.

Okay. The note's for six
months, using the cash value

of your life-insurance
policy as collateral.

Any questions?

Yeah. Where's the money?

Heh. Right here.

Thanks again, Doug.

I'm glad I could help.

Take care, huh?

Right.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hiya, Paulie.

Hello, Nick.

Been looking for you.

No trouble, Nick, please.

( chuckling )

No trouble, Paulie.

Just give us what you owe us.

You'll get it, Nick.
That's a promise.

( scoffs )

Hey, I already got your promise.

Now what I want is my money.

I need time.

That's one thing
you're out of, Paul: time.

( sighs )

Wow.

( Paul gasps )

Now, that was dumb, Paulie.

All this on you, and you
do a number on me anyway.

Nick, I can't give you that.

How much is here?

I need it. Please.

I said, how much?

Ten thousand.

Five.

Leaves you five short.

Nick. Please, Nick.

Get this bum off me.

Nick.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Police officer. Stop.

( action theme playing )

Hey, get up. Let's go, get up.

( grunts )

All right, Jason, it's all over.

Jason?

I'm not Jason.

( panting )

Morning, hon.

Good morning.

What time did you
get in last night?

Oh, a little after
1:30, I guess.

I didn't want to wake
the two of you up.

I tried to stay awake.

Well, I'm sorry.

I... I should have called.

I just didn't check my watch,
and when I saw the time

I figured you'd
be in bed already.

Who were you with?

She said, jealously.

I'm not jealous, Paul.

I'm scared.

What?

I found your shirt.

You tried to rinse it out.

At first I thought it was
lipstick, but it was blood.

How did it get there?

Blood?

Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.

Sure. I just nicked
myself yesterday...

Stop it, Paul.

Just stop it. Honey...
And look at me.

P... My God, Paul.
What happened?

Have you been gambling again?

Don't shut me out, Paul.

Talk to me.

Please, talk to me.

I love you. Don't you
know that by now?

Whatever it is, it's me too.

I love you.

( romantic theme playing )

( sighs )

I tried, hon.

I really tried, but...

Paul, you can't do it alone.

You can beat it.

You can control it,
but... But you have to let

somebody help you.

( sighs )

That's just great, isn't it?

Forty-one years old,
about to be a father,

and I have to have
that kind of help.

Who did this to you?

Somebody you owe money to?

Yeah.

Then call the police.

I can't.

Paul.

I can't!

Then nothing's
ever gonna change.

Everything's changed.

You really want to hear it all?

Go ahead.

I was in heavy.

Dad gave me the
money to cover it.

And I bet it.

I thought I could
pay back what I owed

and give Dad back
what he'd given me.

And you lost that too.

Yeah.

I didn't know what
I was gonna do.

I was going crazy.

They were pressing
me for the money,

and I couldn't go back to Dad.

And then this guy called.

He made it sound so easy.

Made what sound easy?

The fire.

Oh, no.

Well, he promised me
no one would get hurt.

He wanted $10,000 up front,

and another ten
when he finished,

so I sold the last of my
stocks for the first ten,

and borrowed on my life
insurance for the rest of it.

I was gonna pay him, and
then Nick Green cornered me

and took it all.

Two people died.

PAUL: I know. It's a nightmare.

But it isn't over yet.

I can't go to the police,
or I'll stand trial for murder.

And if I don't come up with
the rest of the money by Friday...

What?

( tense theme playing )

He's an arsonist, Katie.

He knows where we live.

( gasps )

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.
Okay. Thanks a lot.

( sighs )

STONE: Then you're
a customer of Jason's.

Look, I told you, I'm
a respectable citizen.

I... I never heard of any Jason.

Man's a magazine
publisher, just like he says.

President, Lust Incorporated.

Hardcore pornography.

Well, it's legal.

The Supreme Court said you
can print whatever you want

as long as the public's buying.

No... No, Mr. Carpenter.

That's not exactly what
the Supreme Court said.

Now, according to
the latest decision,

the community has the right
to decide what can be sold,

and if the community cracks
down like this town's doing,

then it must be rough
times for the porno biz.

Is that right, Mr. Carpenter?

I don't have to
tell you anything.

That's right, you don't.

But you do have a
warehouse, don't you?

And it's filled with a lot of
dirty books you can't unload,

and you thought
maybe you'd start a fire.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Sure, go right ahead.

He'll tell you the
same thing I will.

If you just happen
to have a fire

after going to that
arsonist's money drop,

you're gonna serve time.

A lot of it.

Listen, wha...?
What if I cooperate?

Does that go on the record?

Everything goes on the record.

When's the fire?

Today. I was gonna
drop the money

and be on a plane
before it happened.

What time?

Well, there's still
time to stop it.

What time?

Twelve o'clock.

Where? Central Basin.

Warehouse number seven.

Harv, take care of him.

Okay, we got about an
hour. I'll get a hold of Jacko.

Yeah, tell him to stand
by, not to use the bell.

If Jason hears them
coming, he'll just walk away

and we'll really lose him.

All right.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Too late.

( dramatic theme playing )

I'll get Jacko. I'll
be at the far end.

( action theme playing )

Police! Hold it!

Agh!

Agh!

( grunts )

STONE: Steve!

Mike, over here!

Steve!

Over here!

Steve!

Get me out of here!

Come on.

( grunting )

Come on. Get up.

I lost him!

I had him and I lost him!

( melancholy theme playing )

Paul, you killed those two men.
You killed them just as much

as the man who set the fire.

Then you tried to
blame the whole thing

on Herb Rockwell. Dad, please.

Katherine, I feel sorry for you,
but I don't feel sorry for him.

Not anymore. He
didn't mean it to happen.

Swore before God almighty
that he'd never place another bet.

But you couldn't
stop, could you?

You're like some lousy
wino, some no-good junkie.

You lie to your own family,
you steal from your own family,

to support your lousy
habit. And for what?

Tell me, for what? Dad.

No, this I want to hear.

I want to know what
he thinks is so important,

it's worth destroying
everything I've ever had.

Worth destroying
everything he could have had.

Worth destroying the lives
of two brave, decent men.

Come on. You tell me.

I wish I could.

If I knew, I guess none of
this would have happened.

That is no excuse.

I'm not making an excuse.

I'm asking you to help me.

You just tell me
what to do, I'll do it.

He can't go to the police.

This fellow... This man, Jason.

Where did you find him?

I didn't. He found me.

Through Nick?

Well, I don't know. Maybe.

The IOUs I've had out.

I guess a lot of people
know I'm in trouble.

( doorbell rings )

I'll get it.

W-what do you
know about this man?

Well, nothing, really.
I've never even seen him.

You've never even seen him?

You mean to...?

Wallick.

Jason?

I need my money.

You said Friday.

I can't wait.

I don't have the money.

Well, when can you get it?

Not until the fire
insurance pays off.

No good. I need it now.

Look, there's no way that I...

Now, you look.

I can't stick around here.

The job I just did
was staked out.

That means the guy I
was working for talked.

That means that the
mail drop is staked out too.

Now, I need what's owed
to me, and I need it now.

Will you listen to me?

This house has
two mortgages on it.

Everything I have
was bought on credit.

I couldn't raise another
nickel anywhere.

( tense theme playing )

H... What are you doing?

Paul!

( foot stamping )

You're crazy.

Put that gun away.

I'll get the money.

You've got one hour.

Well, there's one
thread we haven't pulled.

What's that?

Porter.

That's right.

He's still on tap for a job.

Maybe we can still
make a connection.

Jacko!

Come in.

Sit down. Thanks.

I want to tell you, I've
alerted all the hospitals

in case our friend goes
in for burn treatment.

Ah, there's no way he'd
go to a hospital in this town.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Hey, look, what do you
guys know about bankruptcy?

Oh, nothing much. Why?

You talking about that
bankrupt sewing-machine outfit?

Yeah. You know, I was wondering

about that hole that
Jason cut a hole in the floor.

Well, we ran a lab
check on the plank,

found some petroleum residue.

It was probably to burn
the first floor as well.

Now, wait a minute.

Didn't you say the insurance
money went to creditors?

Yeah. JACKO: It does.

And that's what I've
been thinking about.

I mean, I think the creditors
could get a lot more from a fire

than a public auction.

Sure. That's right.

A court settlement
would only bring

a fraction of the real value.

So you think one
of those creditors

could have hired Jason?

Ask me, I think
it's worth checking.

Where do you get a
list of the creditors?

Court.

( papers rustling )

Mmm.

Yeah, here they are.

Foster, Rogers,
Blanchard, Moorehouse.

You can copy the
addresses from here.

Mr. Simms, have
any of those people

received their
insurance checks yet?

No. Company isn't
gonna issue any checks

until the court hands
down a decision.

But according to this,

these creditors are not gonna
receive any money anyway.

Why not?

Well, they had an offer to
sell the sewing machines

for 28 cents on the dollar.

Looks like they
decided to take it,

instead of bothering
with an auction.

Who bought them?

( chuckles )

Some pretty lucky guy, I'd say.

He puts down a $500 deposit,

but it makes him
the legal owner.

Does that mean he gets
the insurance money?

Forty-five thousand dollars.

What's his name?

Wallick.

Paul Wallick.

That's it. That ties it.

Thanks a lot.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Looks like your old
man still cares about you.

And you don't care
about anybody, do you?

It doesn't bother you to kill
anybody. It's just business.

Katherine. Don't you
have any feelings?

Just like yours.
Number one comes first.

Or are you going to turn
him in as a public service?

( door opens )

There's your money.

Where'd you get it?

I was saving it for my grandson,

but my own son is still a child.

You'll find that's
a little bit short.

There's only $7800 there.

But there's the
cancelled passbook.

It's all I had
left in the world.

That's good enough.
That closes our account,

except for one thing: They'll
be watching the airport.

You're gonna drive
me. Drive where?

Sacramento. Come on. Let's go.

No, I'm not gonna
let you wipe him out.

Let's go! No!

No. Paul!

Hey, leave him alone. He's hurt.

He's lucky. Come on,
you're gonna drive me.

Are you crazy? She's in
no condition to drive a car.

If you want to see
your grandson again,

don't do anything
stupid. Come on.

Katherine.

Uh... I'll... I'll
be all right, Dad.

Paul.

( gasps )

Why did you let him
go? I couldn't stop him.

Well, call the police.
Go on. Get... Paul. No.

PAUL: Call them!

( tense theme playing )

( footsteps approaching )

No.

( tires screech )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

KATIE: Paul? Get in. Get in!

Came from the back.

( tires screech )

( engine starts )

Stay with them.

Don't move him.
Where's your phone?

Living room.

( gasps )

It's all right, Kathy.

( panting )

He's gonna be all right.

( action theme playing )

Inspectors 81 to headquarters.

Request backup units.

He's not gonna make it.

( tires screeching )

What's that they say
about poetic justice?

It's not my kind of poetry.

( somber theme playing )

( funky jazz theme playing )

Stop by the hospital? Yeah.

Wallick just got
out of Intensive.

Family's with him right now.

He'll need them. He's
gonna be there a long time.

I'm sorry. I can't cry for him.

Well, now, what
have we got here?

Oh, I brought that.
That's from Gil Porter.

Yeah.

Remember those pants
that he couldn't get rid of?

Take a look.

These are for you?

( laughs )

Yeah, they're for
me. What's wrong?

Huh?

I think I'll look good
in them. No pleats.

( laughs )

( laughs )

It takes a certain kind
of man to wear them too.

( sirens wailing ) I'll
tell you that. Heh-heh.

( sirens approaching )

Yeah, I think
that's one of ours.

I'd better check in.

( chuckling ) Okay. Good luck.

See you, Jacko.

( chuckles ) ( sighs )

What did he say?

Ninety calls a day?

Yeah.

Some part of San
Francisco is always burning.

( chuckles )

I don't know, Mike.
I just don't know.

( laughs )

Have you had breakfast yet?

Oh, just some juice.

Come on. Treat's on me.

You're kidding. No.
I'm gonna treat you

to the best bowl of
chili you ever had.

Wait a minute. Ch...?
Chili for breakfast?

Oh, come on.
You're gonna love it.

Uh, Mike. Mike...

You've never tried it, have you?

For breakfast, no.
Well, then don't knock it.

When I used to walk the
beat down in the Tenderloin,

I used to have it every morning.

Chili? That's right.

It's the healthiest thing.

( upbeat theme playing )

( funky jazz theme playing )