The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 2, Episode 7 - Harem - full transcript

( funky jazz theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

( mysterious theme playing )

Think of Billy
and it'll be all right.

( knocks on door )

Well, hello, baby.

Glad you could make our scene.

We called for two birds.
Where's the other one?

Just a phone call away.

Would you like a
blond or a brunette?

No redheads?



Oh, let's not argue
with the little lady, Eddie.

Come right on in.

( playing soft music )

Billy?

Billy?

Billy.

I just... Oh, Billy.

It's all right, baby.

What happened?

I couldn't do it.

I tried.

I really tried.

I... I got to the door
and I couldn't do it.

You will, little
angel. Don't worry.



I can't. I tried.

Diane can, but... Diane?

I really tried, Billy.

Well, and you'll try
again and you'll make it.

Now, what about
Diane? She was with you?

Don't be mad at her, Billy.

I'm not. But she's not
supposed to work for a while.

Now where is she?

I don't know.

Just tell me where she
is so I can send her home.

At a motel.

By the wharf.

I shouldn't have left
her there all by herself.

Don't worry. She's all right.

But don't ever run
away again. All right?

That's nothing.

It's just a way for us to live.

You'll see how easy it is.

Now, you just go on home

and I'll be there
in a little while.

( chuckling )

( door shuts )

Hey. I forgot to pick
up my mail last night.

Ah, got a letter from Jeannie.

Hasn't written in over a month.

KELLER: Doesn't she have
a heavy load this semester?

Yeah.

Let's see what she's
been up to, huh?

You know what she
did last weekend?

No, what?

She was in a bicycle
race, 50 miles.

Finished 87th
out of 160 starters.

And she says, "Except
for my shoulders and legs,

"which are a little stiff,

but otherwise I'm fine."

Isn't that something, huh? Yeah.

Sounds like a tune-up for
one of those distance races.

Fifty miles isn't
a real distance?

No, no, most of those races
are over a hundred miles.

Did she say what her time was?

No.

Say, a hundred miles.
How long does that take?

Winning time? Yeah.

Let's see. Four...
Four and a half hours.

Four and a half hours?

Yup.

That's, uh...
Sevens and the six.

( mumbling )

Twenty-three miles
an hour? Yeah.

You mean a kid can
keep up that speed

for four and a half hours?

Sometimes faster and longer.

Oh, come on, no
way. I'm not kidding.

MAN ( on radio ): Inspectors 81.

Harbor Police have a
possible homicide at the marina.

Will you respond?

Inspectors 81,
10-4. Will respond.

All right, hotshot.

Let's see how fast
you can pedal this thing.

( tires screech )

( sirens blaring )

( funky theme playing )

STONE: Hello,
doc. Morning, Mike.

Bernie.

( melancholic theme playing )

Any details?
Norwegian freighter crew

discovered her body.

She wasn't in the water
more than a couple of hours.

She's no more than
16, 17 at the most.

That's my guess, Mike.

No wallet? No.

Condition of the body
says she went off the bridge.

Could have jumped,

but there are some
bruises on her upper arms

that look like handprints.

As if she was held from behind.

Couldn't those have
happened when she hit water,

when they took her out?

Not likely.

There's a bruise on
her lower right jaw

that doesn't appear to have
come from the fall either.

That's about as much as I
can give you before the autopsy.

Thanks. We'll hold on to these.

Okay, Mike. See you later.

See you, Bernie.

As soon as we get back,

check those phone
numbers, will you?

Right.

( ominous theme playing )

You okay?

This is Lieutenant Stone.

I wanna make a
long-distance telephone call

to Tucson, Arizona.

And you can charge it to
my home phone, please.

( rings )

Hello? Jeannie? This is Mike.

Hi, Mike. How are you?

I'm fine, sweetheart.
How are you?

Up to my neck in biology.

I've got an exam at 10:00.

Well, I won't hold you up.

I just called because
I received your letter.

The one about the
bike race. Fifty miles?

Pretty rough, huh?

Well, you get back
to your biology.

No, it's all right.

No, no. You're getting
good grades now.

I don't wanna mess 'em up.

I'll call you later.
B-but listen...

Just take care of
yourself, will you?

That's the important thing.

And... And you
didn't tell me the time.

My time?

Yeah. The bike race.

Seven hours and five minutes.

Seven hours and five minutes.

That's not bad.
That's not bad at all.

You know, you're gonna
have to get in shape

if you wanna compete
with the champs.

They can do a hundred
miles in four and a half hours.

Sometimes longer and faster.

Mike, are you sure
everything's all right?

Oh, sure. Sure, I'm sure.

Everything is fine.

I'm gonna have to hang
up now, sweetheart.

And you get an A on
that exam, do you hear?

Okay.

Good to hear your voice, Mike.

You too, sweetheart. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

That's what it was, huh?

You were wondering
if that girl this morning

had written any letters lately.

Did anyone ever tell you
that doors were to knock on?

Gee, no, lieutenant. They
always told us at the academy

they were to knock down.

How's Jeannie doing?

Well, she's doing fine.
How are you doing?

Good. I ran those numbers,
they were all phone booths.

Maybe drops.

Got any addresses? Yup.

Well, then, let's
go take a look.

( dramatic theme playing )

STONE: You say that
you never noticed anybody?

Anybody at all hanging
around that telephone booth?

Nobody, huh?

MAN: Well, when it's busy,

we don't have time to
notice much of anything.

When it's quiet,
we're usually up front

or out in the back,
waiting for the buses.

Well, do us a favor. Keep
your eye on this phone booth.

And if you see
anything, give us a call.

There's nothing here.

Well, it'd help if I know
what I was watching for.

KELLER: It'd help us too.

To tell you the
truth, we don't know.

All we've got's a number.

And you've got our
number right there.

We'd appreciate a
call if you saw anything.

Okay.

I don't think we
could've confused

that man more if we tried.

Oh, I think between us we could.

( chuckling )

( bell ringing )

( tender theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

( phone rings )

( inaudible dialogue )

Hello. Hello.

Is this a private booth
or can anybody use it?

It's mine.

But you can use it.

You from out of town?

Why?

'Cause you look lonesome.

I'm not having
the time of my life,

if that's what you mean.

Well, we can fix that, you know?

Have you, uh...?
Have you got $10?

Sure, I got $10.

What can I get for it?

Let's see.

Your problem is that
you're lonesome, right?

I'm sorry, I gotta go. Have a...

Where did you learn that?

I don't know what you're
talking about. I've gotta go.

I'm talking about
bumping against me

to see if I was wearing a gun.

To see if I'm a cop. I gotta go.

I am.

Now, will you be kind enough

to show me your
identification, please?

( scoffs )

I wouldn't show you sweat.

Then I'm afraid
you're under arrest.

For what?

Soliciting.

Prostitution.

Pig.

Now, what good is calling
me names gonna do you?

If I get mad,

I could really get rough
on you and if I don't,

then you're wasting breath.

So you see, either way,
nothing good can come of it.

GIRL: There's nothing
else to call a pig but pig.

Autopsy report? No.

ID from the fingerprints

matches a missing person's
inquiry from Minneapolis.

Diane Marks.

A runaway, gone
about seven months.

It's a rough way to
make an identification.

Yeah. But without it,

we'd never have
found out who she was.

All right, now.

Would you tell us
everything you know

about a girl named Diane Marks?

Nothing.

Well, now, she had
a card in her purse

exactly like the one you had.

Same four telephone numbers
written by the same hand

but you say you don't know her.

Should I?

Does she say that she knows me?

KELLER: She can't say
anything. She's dead.

Went off the Golden
Gate last night.

( scoffs )

That's an old routine.

Sorry, but I don't buy it.

You've really been around, huh?

Believe it.

You know, you probably got
her down the hall right now

with a couple other pigs
laying the same lines on her.

Then you know
her. I didn't say that.

KELLER: Why don't
you just say the truth?

Nobody here wants you to get
hurt the same way Diane did.

( dramatic theme playing )

Well?

Sorry.

I am too.

That's all.

Did you speak
to the DA's office?

Yes. O'Brien says
you cannot make

the soliciting charge stand up.

I know that, but what
about another charge?

Maybe. Told him she
doesn't have any identification.

She won't give us
her name or address.

He says if she's as young
as she looks, she might...

If she's as young as she looks,

another charge means
we lose her to juvenile.

And if that happens,

she'll keep her mouth shut,

she'll go to court
as a Jane Doe,

they'll put her in an
institution or a foster home,

and the first chance
she gets... she'll skip.

She'll be out
hustling in a month.

Giving her a lot of
credit, aren't you?

I've been trying to
get to her for an hour.

Let me tell you, that gal
has had plenty of coaching.

Okay, I'll get with Vice,

I'll pull the jackets
on every pimp

that's been busted in
the last two or three years.

Sure, but that's
gonna take time.

We can push for another charge.

Suspicion of being
juvenile runaway.

I don't know, I'll
think of something.

And to beat it, she'll have
to prove she's over 18.

Okay, go on.

Odds are, she's got some
document to prove she's of age.

If it's not with her,
maybe it's at home.

So that'll give us an
address and a name.

Even if it's a phony,
it's somewhere to start.

Not bad, not bad at all.

I've had a little coaching
from time to time myself.

Listen. Offer her the out.

See if she'll take
it. You offer her.

No, no, no. You go in alone.
You have a better chance.

I'll see if I can hustle
up the coroner's report.

Okay. Steve.

Yeah? You know what?

I just hope this case is for us.

I'd love to get my
hands on the scum

who could start a girl
like that turning tricks.

( dramatic theme playing )

( funky jazz theme playing )

( flute playing )

My, uh, baptismal certificate.

And if you can count,

you'll see that I'll be
19 in three months.

Well?

Sarah Holt.

That's right.

It says that you're 18.

So, uh, now what happens?

So now I give you back
your baptismal certificate

and I leave.

Whatever you do depends
on whatever you wanna do.

No, uh, watching
me or following me?

No.

The pig with a heart.

No persecution.
That's your bag, right?

Sarah, I am here

because the odds are
Diane was murdered.

Now, that is a homicide.

If it is, believe me,
you could get killed.

I could get killed
crossing the street.

Why don't you go home,
pig. I don't need you.

Well, if you ever do, call
me. You got my number.

You know what I
think I might do is, uh,

tattoo it on my arm so
that I'm never without it.

( chuckling ): Okay.

( playing soft music )

Billy.

Billy.

I have to talk to you.

Alone.

All right, girls,
concert's over.

Go out and do
some beautiful things.

Come on, angel.
You're all right.

Just let it happen.

What's the matter, baby?

I was busted, Billy.

At one of the phone booths.

But they let you
go, didn't they?

Just like I said,
insufficient evidence, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, they let me go,

but they told me
something first.

Diane is dead, Billy.

What? Diane?

They showed me her picture.

Showed you? Why? Did they say?

The cards. The phone
numbers. They had mine and hers.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

But I want you to
tell me about Diane.

Angel.

Who knows?

Did they say how she died?

They say that she
went off the bridge.

Oh, no.

I know all of your girls, Billy.

I know each one. I know
their habits, their hang-ups.

Now, I know that Diane
wasn't that together.

I know that she couldn't
take it, being on the shelf.

And I know that she had the bug.

Is that why you killed her?

Sarah... But I can
understand that.

I know what could
happen if someone figured

that they got VD
from one of your girls

and I wouldn't want that
to happen, I really wouldn't.

( sighs )

What I'm saying is...

Is if you killed
her, I don't care.

I need you, Billy.

Everything I ever...

I ever needed got
wasted or... died

or ran away.

I won't lose you, Billy.

I won't... I won't tell
the police anything.

But I won't go out

and sell myself anymore either.

I'll go with you.
Like Maudy used to.

You know, a...

A sample. Look, but don't touch.

Billy, please.

I won't say any more
about Diane. I promise.

Just...

Just let me be like
Maudy used to be.

A first.

For you. Only you.

I know how much
that you loved her.

But I'm gonna try
to be just the same,

I'm really gonna try.

You are the same, Sarah.

I can see that now.

You're strong, faithful.

You're different
from the others.

And a lot like Maudy.

I'll get some bread.

Why?

We're going out.

Where are we going?

Oh, I don't know.

To buy you something, maybe.

What about those earrings?

Didn't you tell me about some
earrings you saw someplace?

Yeah. Then we'll get 'em.

Then maybe we'll go see Maudy.

( suspenseful theme playing )

So you'll know I love
you just as much.

( ominous theme playing )

Autopsy report
finally came through.

She didn't jump. She
was beaten before,

and then somebody probably
threw her from the bridge.

One arrest.

No conviction. There.
There's the sheet.

Well, what do you
figure the odds are

she was assaulted, doc?

Okay, thanks. Thanks a lot.

Well, she was either raped

or she submitted herself

four hours prior to her death.

And she had VD.

VD could be a motive.
When I was working Vice,

I saw a lot of hookers beat up
bad by the guys they work for

because they didn't stay clean.

Yeah, but she could've been
raped by a kook and killed too.

Not much to go on.

Well, there might be here.

The address and apartment
number of the dead girl

is the same as Sarah's.

Also, her proof of age

had the same birth date
and birthplace as Sarah.

Let's go get a search warrant.

Right.

Hi, Mike.

What are you doing here?

A phone call from you in
the middle of the morning

and all that interest
in bike racing?

Come on, Mike.

I'm a detective's
daughter, you know.

Now what is it?

Nothing.

Well, this case may have
had me strung out a bit,

but that's all, really.

What kind of case?

Steve?

Uh-uh.

Now one of you is gonna tell me.

All right. It was a
girl, 17 years old,

and she went off the bridge.

Suicide?

No, she was murdered.

Do you know why she was killed?

Well, she was, uh... Walk...

She was working the streets.

Is that it, Mike?

All of it?

No, it's just that, uh,

any time it involves
a girl your age

or even close, he, uh,

takes it a little personal.

Starts to wonder what
kind of father he was,

and this time he picked up
the phone and called you.

That's all of it.

Listen to him.

My partner, here,
has got a crystal ball.

Tells him everything.
My deepest secrets.

All right, swami.

See if your crystal
ball tells you

to go get a search warrant.

( laughs ) Swami's
on his way. Jeannie.

Bye, Steve.

Come here with me.

Now, you.

Did you skip that exam?

No. I took the
plane just after it.

Did I really sound that bad?

No. That good.

I got homesick.

It really shook you
up, didn't it, Mike?

Yeah.

Most of them are
just ordinary kids

who take off from home

and end up in the gutter.

For no reason, no reason at all.

Bad grade, fight with
a family or a friend.

You weren't worrying about
me taking off, were you?

No.

I was thinking how lucky I am.

I really am lucky.

Six hundred thousand
a year, Jeannie.

Six hundred thousand kids
a year run away from home.

Just read the New York Report.

Seventy-four percent
of all prostitution arrests

are girls under 25.

In Boston, the
average age is 20.

In Miami, it's 18.

Do you know what that means? 18?

Kids.

And now...

Now we think
we've uncovered a...

A whole group right
here on our own streets.

And they're even younger.

Kids, just... Just kids.

( ominous theme playing )

I th... I thought we were
going around the point.

No, this is it.

This is pretty.

Is Maudy gonna meet us here?

No, angel.

She's already here.

No.

I thought that you
really loved her.

What is love, angel?

Do you know?

Does anybody really know?

The way I see it, it's just a
number people buy and sell.

It's like everything
else in the world.

( dramatic theme playing )

Billy, no.

Billy, no.

Kiss me goodbye, Sarah.

( dramatic theme playing )

( funky theme playing )

( door shuts )

( flute playing )

What's the matter? That flute.

Heard it when I
dropped Sarah off.

Maybe it's somebody
who's around here a lot.

I'll check it out while
you, uh, talk to Sarah.

What's the matter?

You afraid you're gonna
lose your good guy image

if you shake her doorknob again?

( chuckles )

( Stone knocks on door )

( flute playing )

( knocking )

( knocking )

Yeah?

Police. Just have a few
questions to ask, please.

Uh, just a second.

Somebody complain
about the flute?

No, no. I just wanted
to ask you about a girl.

Diane Marks.

Sorry, I don't think
I know the name.

Well, she lives downstairs
in apartment, uh, 2A.

Oh, yeah. I... I've
seen her around.

Man, what happened?

She died yesterday.

Did you see her at
all during the day?

No.

No, last time I saw her was
about four or five days ago.

Passed her in the hall, I think.

I'm not sure, exactly.

There's quite a few of them
down there, in and out a lot.

You know how they are. Yeah.

Well, is there anything
you can tell us about her?

Her friends or
anything she said to you

that might lead us to
people that knew her?

No. That's not my
scene, man, you know?

Yeah.

The fact is, they stay
down there much longer,

I'm gonna split.

This used to be a very
private place, you know?

Okay. Well, uh, thank
you very much, Mr., uh...?

Uh, Jeffers. William T. Jeffers.

Thank you.

( ominous theme playing )

Anything? Yeah.

That nobody's home.

( laughs ) You?

No. No, he's seen
her around a few times

but no relationship.

Do you believe him?

Yeah, I think so. He's, ah...

He's not what you'd
call a ladies' man.

( chuckles ): Oh.

Looked familiar, though.

His name ring a bell
with you? Jeffers?

William T. Jeffers?

No.

What about when
you were on Vice?

Ever bust him?

No, no, I don't think so.

But I'll check it
when we get back.

Take a look at this closet.

All the clothes look as
though they're the same size.

I don't know whether
they belong to one person

or a couple of people.

They probably all wear them.

Oh, well, so that means
that we don't know

where Diane leaves off

and Sarah and the
other girls begin, huh?

Well, you wanna wait?

Wait? No, no, no. We'll
put a pickup on Sarah,

and then we'll run a
check on that guy upstairs,

what was his name? Jeffers.

Jeffers, yeah.

No place like home, huh?

I thought you were
going shopping.

I did. And then I decided

the odds were the only way
you'd take time to eat today

was if I brought it.

Where's Steve?
Records. What's that?

A Reuben sandwich, a Reuben
sandwich, and a Reuben sandwich.

Big menu, huh?

Hmm. All right.

Lucky for me, you decided
to go away to school.

Otherwise I'd weigh a ton.

I'm sorry. Come in, come back.

Come back. Don't feel rejected.

She brought one for you too.

Fantastic. Jeannie, thank you.

You're welcome.

Did you check out,
uh, William Jeffers?

Nothing. No record, no
outstanding traffic warrants.

Still think I know that
guy from somewhere.

What about Bill Jeffers?

I tried Will, William,
Bill, Billy, W.B.

There was a Billy Jeffers

that used to play with
the Washburn Five.

That's it. She's right.

But he didn't
play flute, did he?

No, he played bass.

Christy Jahns played drums.

Who played piano?

Jeff Washburn. Right.

And Shaun Dennis
played lead guitar and sang.

Say, uh, I don't pretend to know

what you two are talking about,

but that only adds up to four.

That's what made the Five
so cool. They're only four.

And they were somebody?

Well, they sold about, uh,
six million records, didn't they?

Three of them are at our house.

Well, if this is
the same Jeffers,

what's he doing living
in that neighborhood?

He made himself a
pile of dough, didn't he?

Yeah, but that was about
two years ago. Money goes.

Well, is there any reason
why he should be a suspect?

Well, he was on the
concert tour for a while.

Put him in tight with
a lot of the groupies,

learned how to pick
out the vulnerable ones,

how to use them.

Lives in the same
apartment building.

I don't know though.

If he was putting me on, it
was a good performance.

You said he was a performer.

( phone rings )

Yeah, Homicide, Stone.

Good. Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

What is it?

It's another girl.

Sarah.

Who found the body?

That couple, out backpacking.

From a hand-dug grave,

they must've
scared the killer off

before he had a
chance to finish the job.

Got a murder weapon?

No. But it was a knife.

He was probably using
it to dig the grave with.

Took it with him.

You got anything?

Hey, Sid. Bring that case
over here, will you please?

We got a perfect cast
of the killer's footprints.

The other prints
here were the girl's

and the couple that came along.

The tide washes away
everything every day.

So there's no question.

Prints belong to the killer.

Another hour or so, though,
we would've been too late.

Looks like tire treads.

It is. They make
sandals out of them.

Many? Thousands.

But if you find this pair,

the cuts and scuffs on the sole

will nail the killer
right to the wall.

It's like a car.

No two pairs of these
will have the same marks.

You got both feet?

Perfect casts.

Right and left.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hey. Hey, Mike?

( coughing )

It's another body.

It's been here a while too.

( whirring )

( machine rings )

Hey, did you get a name?

Yeah.

Sarah. That's good.

Carlyle, huh?

San Marino.

Runaway for 14 months.

Born September,
1956, 17 years old,

skipped when she was 16.

What about the other body?

Nothing yet.

Coroner's office said that
she could've been in the ground

for, oh, probably two months.

What about that
rock hero, Jeffers?

Vice got anything on him?

No, nothing. I checked with
Narco, nothing there either.

Well, what was he wearing
when you went to see him

besides that earring?

You mean was he wearing
sandals? No, he was barefoot.

Look, let's bring him in
and see how he acts here.

We don't have anything
to say he's involved.

Well, what do we have?

We have three dead girls
and one killer on the loose.

No, we don't. It
could've been two killers.

Two killers?

Two bodies in the same spot?

Two deaths within
a 12-hour period?

One. It's gotta be one guy.

Okay. Just take it
easy, relax. Just...

Let's look at it through
both ends of the telescope.

First, let's say
that he's a kook.

He goes out, makes
contacts with the kids,

and then he kills
them for kicks.

Possible.

But she was killed within
an hour after I left her.

It's not probable.

You're right.

Leaving the possibility
that she was killed

because of what she knew.

By the guy she hustles for.

Still, no tangible evidence
to tie those deaths together.

Except a couple of phony
baptismal certificates.

And the fact that
the same address

was on both certificates.

Yeah.

Well, let's leave
that for a minute.

Both those girls are dead.

( sighs )

Well, what about the other girls
that were in the same apartment?

What would we book them on?

Couple of phony
baptismal certificates?

No, no, no. We pick
them up for same charge

we got Sarah for the first time.

Soliciting? Right.

They weren't in the
apartment, so where were they?

In the street. That's right.

We have the phone numbers.

And whoever's running this
operation must change the drops.

Diane was killed last night,
we picked up Sarah today.

And they had the
same numbers. Right.

So if another girl is
working the streets today,

she could have them too.

( laughs )

You know, I'm beginning
to like your coach

more and more every day.

( both laugh )

Well, don't sit there grinning.

Get those telephone
booths staked out.

Yeah, Communications, please.

Hi, this is Keller in Homicide.

I have a request for central
radio units, if available.

To proceed to telephone
booths at the following addresses.

( eerie theme playing )

This is Central 3. Our
10-20 is Charlton and Union.

MAN: 10-4, Central 3. Stand by.

10-4.

( phone ringing )

( inaudible dialogue )

( dramatic theme playing )

( funky jazz theme playing )

Oh, do I make a lousy
cup of coffee. Hm.

Say, where are they?

Shouldn't they be here by now?

Get on the horn, find
out where they are.

No name, no address, lieutenant.

All she says is she wants
to make a phone call.

You have to let
me. It's the law.

Did the officer read
you your rights?

Yes. No.

Can't be yes and no.

You have to let me
make a phone call.

Thanks.

Now, whoever told you
about that phone call

should've told you that you
have to identify yourself first.

Now, wait a minute, now.

Now, you just think
about that for a second.

STONE: Well, if
you wanted a lawyer,

who are we to tell
him to come and see

if you don't give us your name?

Kim.

Kim what?

You said a name, you got one.

Did you want to call
one of these numbers?

No, those are just friends.

Look, you said if I told you my
name, I could use the phone.

That's right, I did.

You can use the one on my desk.

Oh, you'll have to go
through a switchboard.

I'll get it for you.

This is Lieutenant Stone.

I have a young lady here
who wants an outside number.

Would you give
it to her, please?

Hello?

Yes, the number is 555-6412.

Did you get that? 6412.

Yeah. It's not on
the list. I'll run it.

( ominous theme playing )

( ringing )

Nobody home?

Or isn't home the
place you were calling?

Who were you calling, Kim?

The man who gave you this?

Two other girls had
the same identical card

when we found them.
They're both dead now.

One girl was thrown
from the bridge

and the other one
was stabbed to death.

One's name was Diane,
and the other, Sarah.

You knew them, didn't you?

I never did what they did. I...

I just picked up that
phone because...

Because somebody
asked you to do it, right?

Who was that, Kim?

Who was it that asked you to
hang around that phone booth?

Wait for a phone call?

Go wherever that
caller asked you to go

and do whatever that
caller asked you to do?

I can't tell you that.

Is it someone you
really wanna protect?

Someone who may
have murdered two girls

just to protect his own life?

Ran it through the
phone company.

William T. Jeffers.

You tricked me.

We are trying to save your life.

Jeffers is the one
that tricked you.

He tricked you into trusting him

so that he could use
you in the cheapest,

most inhuman way possible.

Now, where is he, Kim?

No. No. Billy wouldn't do
anything like what you said.

He wouldn't. He wouldn't, huh?

Somebody did it to Diane,

somebody did it to Sarah,

and somebody
did it to a third girl

we can't even identify yet.

Oh, no.

Where is he, Kim?

Can you show him to us?

Yes.

( playing soft music )

( applause )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Bob, stay with the lady.

( action theme playing )

Come on, let's go back.

Easy and nobody gets hurt.

It's okay, Mike, it's okay.

Well, since I've got 'em out,

I may as well use 'em.

( handcuffs clicking )

Come on.

Tell me you don't
know me, little angel.

Did you kill Diane
and Sarah, Billy?

And that other girl?

I don't know this kid.

Well, she knows you
and that's enough.

I don't know you and
you don't know me.

Tell 'em you never
saw me before.

Tell 'em.

I loved you, Billy.

More than anything.

Get him out of here.

Let's go. Get him out.

It's her word against
mine, you know.

What she says
doesn't mean anything.

In court, she'll look like
the phony little tramp

she really is.

They'll never believe her.

Not when they hear me.

( melancholic theme playing )

( funky jazz theme playing )

That locks it. That takes
care of him. Like Johnson said,

every nick in those
sandals is a nail in his box.

It's a good thing he
didn't get a retread, huh?

( laughs )

What, it was that bad?

Actually, it was pretty good.

So how's Kim doing?

Oh, not too good.

Will she get back
with her parents?

Listen. Any parent
who doesn't put his kid

above his own pride sh...

Say, I got a kid waiting for
me at home. She's alone.

Come on, let's step on it.

( tender theme playing )

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

Hi, Daddy.

Oh.

( yawning ) Look at us.

Three deadheads dragging along.

Oh, right here in San Francisco.

Uh, you know that people
come here from all over the world

to taste the nightlife?

And look at us.

Come on.

What do you say we go
on the town tonight, huh?

Let's go to Barney's, shall we?

Barney's? No, wait.

You wanna go to
Barney's for the nightlife?

Yeah. You don't like Barney's?

They put out the best
chilidogs in town, don't they?

Lieutenant, I'm with you.

Okay, okay, you're with me.

But you don't like
Barney's, huh?

I tell you what I'm gonna do.

You two guys pick the spot,

and I'll pick up the tab.
How's that for a deal?

Is that or isn't
that a deal, huh?

Oh, is that gonna cost you.

Never mind about costing me.

I got the cash right
here in my pocket.

You just pick the spot.

( triumphant theme playing )

( funky jazz theme playing )