The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 13 - The Twenty-Five Caliber Plague - full transcript

It's so simple, a
child could load it.

Pull back the slide,
drop in the magazine...

press down on the safety.

Remember?

Well, I think I can
pass inspection.

No problem with state
or federal licensing.

You got no record, and
the six-day wait's up.

The gun is yours.

You want some ammunition now?

Oh, sure.

And a... a case.



You want a nice case for it.

Well, I guess you got
to keep it someplace.

Now, who'd have thought
you had to buy accessories

for a thing like that?

He should be in
woman's ready-to-war.

Hey, well, don't tell him...
He'll take your territory away.

Are you really gonna keep
one of those things in the house?

Well, it's for Paula,
while I'm on the road.

A woman needs
protection nowadays.

Yeah, pistol-packin' Paula.

She's gonna love it.

Well, she doesn't
know about it yet.

It's gonna take a
little, uh, discussion.

If I know my sister, it's gonna
take a little more than that.



Well, you're all set.

Remember to keep the safety on.

Of course.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Cooper?

When you put the gun in the car,

be sure to keep
it in plain view,

separate from the
ammo. State law.

Got it.

All right, Jack, come
on, what's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

Come on, I know you; I
can tell by your attitude,

something's on your mind.

Al, it's nothing.

Look, if you don't
like your job...

No, Al, it's not
that. Everything's...

Don't oversell
me on your offers.

- Everything's okay up there.
- I'm not overselling.

Have you been
playing cards again?

- Yeah, a little.
- How little?

Well, they haven't
been coming in right.

Sometimes that happens, Al.

Jack.

$5,000. I owe five thou.

Not again! When are you...

All right, when's it due?

- Tonight.
- How much have you got?

About $500. Hey, Al, I tried.

I got in a game
with a couple of fish.

I couldn't help it; I
couldn't pull a card.

You know I haven't
got that kind of money.

I'm the same as you
are; I'd have to borrow it.

No, Al, it's not the same.

These guys, they-they
break legs for $5,000.

Al, they put people
in the hospital.

Well, I'll see what I can.

You can get an
extension, can't you?

I don't know.

Well, you're going to
have to... There is no way

that I can come up with
that kind of money tonight.

♪♪

Give it to me now, and
I'll forget this little joke.

It's no joke; I don't
have the money.

Right, it's no joke.

Look, wait a second.

You don't understand.
It... it's coming.

My brother-in-law's getting it.

I... just need a
couple of more days.

Wait a second, listen to me!

You'll have the money at
the end of the week, I swear.

Everybody swears, Mr. Graham.

Only, that's not the
way I'm paid to collect.

No.

Please!

Please, don't!

Don't.

Please don't!

Get away from me.

For a city boy, that's some
pretty fair country shooting.

Well, good morning. Now what
are you doing out here this early?

7:00.

I was just about to ask
you the same question.

You gonna enter the
competition this year?

No, no. Some of the guys
are using the new Colt.

Thought I'd give it a try.

- Say, how does it feel?
- I can't tell the difference.

Well, now, you don't
think Willie McCuffy

walks up to the bat rack
and takes the first stick

that he puts in
his hands, do you?

No sir, he tries them
all out in the cage.

There's a little difference.
Want to give it a try?

No. No, no.

I'll take a rain
check on that one.

We've got some important
business to attend to.

- No time for coffee?
- No, I'm afraid not.

It's somebody who's
aim isn't as good as yours.

Three slugs, Mike.

One penetrated the victim's
lower intestinal region,

probably puncturing a kidney.

One lodged in muscle
tissue near the shoulder blade,

but the third one hit home.
Ripped right through the heart.

Well, somebody got lucky.

Well, come on.

Okay, thanks a lot.

Wallet says his
name is Ernest Moran.

It's still got a lot
of money in it.

Who found the body?

It was a black and
white that was cruising.

Uh, Officers Jenkins and LaRue.

- Any luck finding the gun?
- They're still looking.

What did he get hit with?

By the size of the holes,

I'd say it was a
small-caliber handgun.

.22, maybe a.25.

- Up close?
- Oh, real close.

Deserted spot like this, it
could have been a meet.

He was still wearing
brass knuckles.

The other guy had a
Saturday Night Special.

Two guys trying
to settle a score?

Oh, no. No, no.

You don't use a pop
gun to hunt a rhino.

Especially when you
know he's in the bush.

No, I don't know how
to read this one yet.

Come on, let's go and
see if Moran's got a jacket.

Jack.

Hello, honey. Coffee ready yet?

No.

Jeannie, please.

You had a choice, remember?

Between the roulette
wheel and me.

And the roulette wheel won.

Now go away. Please. Just go.

Jeannie, look. I'm in trouble.

Open the door, please.

What is it?

Honey, open the door.

You look terrible,
you know that?

Yeah, I know.

- Oh, come on.
- Huh? What?

Ballistics confirmed
the gun was a.25-caliber.

- What about Moran?
- Ernie Moran?

He's got a rap sheet as
long as the Golden Gate!

He's an organization
man, syndicate style.

He was used to crack heads?

Well, he wasn't known
for his sunny disposition.

- That figures.
- What?

DMV says the car he drove

was registered to a
Security Finance Corporation.

No wants, no warrants.

- Well, who's Security Finance?
- Lou Damico's latest front.

Damico... He's
that shylock, right?

That's probably the nicest name

he's ever been
called in these halls.

So Moran was collecting for him?

He collected, all
right. Three lead slugs.

What I want to know is who
did he collect them from?

Pardon me...

Yes sir, can I help you?

Well, I hope so. I want
to report a stolen gun.

What kind of gun, sir?

A.25-caliber automatic.

I left it in my car, and
when I came out...

When you came out,
the gun was gone.

Right.

Sir, may I see the
registration, please?

Can you tell me what
the gun looked like?

Yeah. It was about like so...

uh, chrome-plated,
pearl-handled.

I mean, I never would
have bought it for myself,

but, uh, I thought my wife...

Well, you know how
things are nowadays.

I was gonna talk to
her about it that evening

and then bring it
in, let her look at it.

She's frightened of guns.
She doesn't feel they're safe,

but I thought, well, if it were
pretty enough, you know...

Hey, you guys!

Time out! Come here!
Look what I found!

Wow! Where'd you find it?

Just-just right down there.

Hey, Rick, come
look what Jeff's got.

Hey, you think it's real?

I know how to tell.

See if it's got any bullets.

It is real.

You can't use a real gun.

It's okay. I just
took the bullets out.

Okay, you guys
come after me now.

But you gotta count to 100.

Get him!

Come on!

You said it wasn't loaded.

Well-well, you saw
me take the bullets out.

There must have
been one left inside.

Well, I didn't know
that could happen.

What are we gonna do?

You've got swear you're
not gonna tell anybody.

But we can't just
leave him in there.

Do you want to go
to reform school?

Because that's what's
gonna happen if they find out.

But it was an accident.

You've got to swear.

Jeff!

Swear!

Okay.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Wait, what about Teddy?

Teddy's dead.

Lieutenant, how are you?

Nice place.

Business picking up, Damico?

Well, inflation, sad
to say, affects us all.

Sorry, I forget the name.

Keller.

Uh, say, look, if it's
about the license,

uh, the state's already
given its blessing.

No, it's about one
of your employees.

Well now, you're
not gonna tell me

that one of them has got
a record or something?

One of them is dead.

Who?

Now, you're not gonna tell me

that one of your collection
officers goes out on a pickup

and doesn't come
back with the money,

and you don't even miss him?

Well, like you said, Lieutenant,

we're not exactly scratching
for nickels and dimes.

We've got a lot of accounts.

A lot of collections.

Ernie Moran.

What account was
he collecting last night?

Ernie... nothing last night.

He only works days.

He was using a company car.

Oh, well, I always let
Ernie take the car with him.

He has a job that's more title
than money, you know, so...

I always try to make it
up to him in other ways.

So, uh, Ernie had
an accident, huh?

What happened, uh, exactly?

No accident.

He was drilled with
a.25 caliber point-blank.

- Shot?
- Mm-hmm.

You don't think
maybe it was robbery?

No, no, we think
he got surprised.

See, uh, Mr. Moran
had these knuckles on,

these brass knuckles, like
he was gonna do something

to somebody, and
somebody didn't want him to.

No kidding?

- Yeah.
- Ernie Moran.

You wouldn't know who that
someone was, would you?

Hey, I wish I did.

I mean, Ernie was a good man.

Uh, I'd love to help you guys,

you know, make sure you
get the guy who did it, but...

Say, listen, um, about the car?

I could arrange to
have that picked up

if that'd help you guys out any.

I'll tell you what will help.

Some straight answers.

Lieutenant, bottom line, okay?

You know I'm not free to discuss

the private affairs
of my clients.

That would be a breach
of professional ethics.

It sure would.

The people you deal with
are bottom of the line, all right.

They're the bottom of the deck.

Bust-outs, gamblers, people
who can't go to anybody else.

Now, this guy was
pressed against a wall

by your man, Moran, last night.

But he hit back; who was he?

I guess if you had a warrant,
I'd have seen it by now, right?

A warrant for what?

To look at a phony set of books?

You want any information, Stone,

you get a warrant.

'Cause without
that, you get nothing.

I wouldn't say nothing.

I wouldn't say that
at all, would you?

No, no, no, I think Mr. Damico

has been pretty,
pretty cooperative,

considering.

Considering what?

Your professional ethics.

All this talk about the
privacy of your clients.

You didn't get your
money, did you?

Otherwise, you got nothing
to lose giving us their name.

But you'll have plenty
to lose if this guy

isn't in one piece
when we find him

because if he isn't, I'll
know who roughed him up,

and then I'll really be
back with a warrant.

A warrant for your arrest.

You think he's gonna
go after that other guy?

Well, if he doesn't,
everybody who owes him

will figure they
can get away with it.

It's not the money
he's worried about,

it's his reputation.

Come on, let's move it.

He's gonna have his men
working overtime on this one.

No, I said you can
forget about Ernie.

He didn't run, he got wasted.

No, a punk by the
name of Jack Graham.

Now look, get him.

And get that money.

And listen, the heat's
on, so do it quick.

Yeah, his address is

203 Madison.

Hurry up.

I've got to be crazy,
you know that?

Believing you.

Honey, you'll see.

When we get to LA,

I won't even so much
as look at an office pool.

Are you sure your brother-in-law

is gonna give you the
money to get started?

5,000; you heard the phone call.

As soon as I get
my clothes, I'll...

Get going.

Jack, what?

I said, "Get going."

Who are they?

They work for Damico.

- Did they see us?
- I don't know.

Just keep driving.

I'd still like to see
Damico's files.

See who's got loans
that are overdue.

No way you can do
that without a court order,

and we don't have
enough for that.

- Mike?
- Yeah?

- Got a minute?
- Oh, sure.

What's up?

Looks like Renkin
and I have a crossover

with that Moran case of yours.

We both answered a call.

Same gun both hits?

That's what ballistics says.

Who was it this time?

A kid, ten years old.

Oh, man.

The lines match up.

You mean to say
a ten-year-old boy

was shot with the
same gun as a hood?

What the hell is going on?

A psycho, maybe.

A psycho with a handgun?

I thought they usually
went up in a tower

and picked off their victims
with a high-powered rifle.

I don't know, Bobby
Kennedy and George Wallace

didn't get it that way.

I guess maybe I
better stick to the lab,

let you guys work
out the puzzles.

The day you guys
stop trying to help,

we're all gonna be in trouble.

Maybe the kid was witness,
Mike; our man shot him.

Well, the medical examiner said
Moran was killed at 11:00 p.m.

The boy was hit
this morning at, uh...

What time did you say that was?

A guy running his dog
found him a little past 11:00.

Now, he hadn't been
dead for more than an hour.

No, that's too late
for a ten-year-old kid.

Did you talk to
the boy's parents?

They're at the morgue.

Thought we'd give
them some time.

Okay.

Well, it looks like this ties in

with the Moran case, all right.

Steve and I will
take over from here.

Right.

What do you want to do?
Talk to the parents first?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Say, what was the boy's name?

Bateman, Teddy Bateman.

Parents are a Mr. and
Mrs. Donald Bateman.

Donald Bateman.

Please.

As soon as possible.

Thank you.

Teddy won't have to
stay here any longer.

A car's on the way.

Margaret?

Oh, excuse me.

Mr. and Mrs. Bateman?

Yes.

I'm Lieutenant Stone;
this is Inspector Keller.

And, uh, well, we're in charge

of the investigation
of your son's death.

And you have some more
questions for us, I suppose?

- Not exactly...
- Questions from you,

questions from the attendants,

and forms to fill out.

I don't suppose you
have any more forms

for us to fill out, do you?

Have you ever seen all
the forms you have to fill out

when someone you
love dies, Lieutenant?

For the arrangements,
all kinds of arrangements

to-to get Teddy's things,
to have him released.

Released as if he
were a prisoner here.

As if he could get up
and walk out of here.

Mrs. Bateman...

was Teddy home last night?

Last night?

Yeah, of course.

And this morning,

did he say he was going to play
around the Ft. Funston bunkers?

Yes.

Did he go alone?

No.

He-he went with Jeff and Rick.

Jeff and Rick.

Do you have their last names?

Jeff Rydell and-and
Rick Thompson.

Friends?

Yeah.

Their addresses?

I can get them for
you when we go home.

That would be fine.

You know,

just as they were leaving,

I-I told Teddy it was dangerous.

That something might happen.

Something could fall loose.

He might fall.

Maggie.

He promised he'd be careful.

Did you know that?

A little boy's promise.

I never would have thought
that he would have been shot.

Well, it happens, Mrs. Bateman.

It happens every four
minutes in this country.

Somebody gets shot.

With nothing you
can do about it, huh?

Believe me, nobody would want

to do more about
it than we would.

There isn't a day goes by that
we don't see what a gun can do

in the wrong hands.

Hey, what you got there?

Uh, brass fittings.

Guy told me they were bringing
in some good coin now, you know.

Been keeping my
eye out for them.

Found some copper
the other day, too.

A man could get
rich on this job,

just keeping his eyes open.

Just do the job you're
getting paid for, okay?

Yeah, okay, sure.

Well, the car hit the
curb here, all right.

Yeah.

Looks like he was
in a hurry to get away.

Right off this way.

We're, what, about, uh, oh, a
half a mile from the bunkers?

Uh, yeah, about.

It's right up this road.

And that goes
right past the tunnel

where the little
boy's body was found.

Yeah.

All right, Moran
meets the guy here,

he shoots him, and he
goes right up this road.

Small-caliber
handgun says amateur.

Those tracks... He
could have been scared.

Yeah, so he goes up to
the bunker, he's still scared,

he realizes what he's done,
and he heaves the gun away.

Hoping it goes into the ocean.

Instead, it gets hung
up on something.

In the morning the kids come
out and play and they find it.

Well, that makes as
much sense as anything.

Sure does.

Right.

You know, there is one tie.

That damned gun.

Hey, Jake.

Hey, where'd you get that?

Came special
delivery, old buddy,

like an answer to a prayer.

You got enough
on you for a beer?

No, I did have till I started
to play this machine.

We can get your money
back right now, you want.

Jake, you crazy?

It ain't exactly a cannon,

but nobody's going to argue
it can't do some damage.

You are, man, you're nuts.

No, think about it.

Now, we can get out of here.

We can go home.

Oh, after I told
everybody in Flagstaff

what a big man I
was going to be, huh?

Mexico then.

How's that?

We just waltz in
someplace quiet,

show 'em this little baby,

and walk out with enough to
buy us all that Mexican sun.

Or a stretch in the joint.

Come on, I'm not
talking about nothing big.

I was thinking
maybe, uh, you know,

that liquor store
over on Fillmore.

He's an old man.

Right, and he's all alone.

Now, he's not gonna
give us any trouble, is he?

I don't know.

Come on, he's always bragging
about how well he's doing,

isn't he?

Every time we've been in there.

Well, I guess he wouldn't
tangle with us if he saw that gun.

Are you kidding?

He'll turn green.

I guarantee it.

Then he'll give us all that
green he's got in that register.

Come on, man, Mexico.

All those chili
peppers, all that grass.

Hmm?

Okay.

But we don't use that
gun on him no matter what.

Hey, we don't have
to, I'm telling you.

We just let him
get a look at it.

♪♪

I'm scared.

I told you, you can't be scared

or your folks are going to know.

They're going to know anyways.

How can they?

The gun's gone.

So is Teddy.

Come on, come on.

Rick.

What?

Come on, we got
to get out of here.

What, why?

Hey, Jeff, wait up,
come on, wait up!

Okay, that must be them.

I'll take the one on the right.

Okay.

Hey, kid, come here!

Come here!

Boy, come here.

- Now...
- Let me go, let me go!

No, look, come here now.

- Let me go!
- Wait a minute.

Don't try to run away.

Now, listen, I'm a policeman
and I'm not gonna hurt you.

I know who you are,

and I don't want to
go to reform school.

Reform school...
Who told you that?

Jeff... he said that's
where we'd have to go.

Then you must be
Rick... Rick Thompson.

I didn't do it, I didn't
shoot him, it was Jeff.

Jeff did it.

Okay, okay, okay.

Take it easy, take it easy.

Take it easy, I'm a
police officer, okay?

I didn't mean it,
honest, I didn't.

I took the bullets
out... You can ask Rick.

He saw it.

He'll tell you.

I didn't mean it; it
was an accident.

But there must have
been some left in it.

I didn't mean it.

Okay, it's okay, I
know, it's all right.

- I know you didn't mean it.
- I didn't mean it.

It was an accident, we know it.

It's all over now, all right?

It's all over, come on.

Let's go.

Come on, it'll be okay.

Come on, I know.

- I know.
- I didn't mean it.

I know, it's all
right, it's all right.

46, 47, 48, 49.

There you go... $5,000.

Thanks, Al.

I mean it, I, I don't
know what I'd do

if you hadn't come through.

Well, I know what I'm
gonna do if you get caught

in this kind of a crunch again.

- I'm gonna give you...
- No, it's over.

It's a new ball game for sure.

Okay, but if you change
your mind about going to L.A...

No, I'm sure about that, too.

It's what I need... A
new town, new people.

Coffee will be ready
in a few minutes.

No, thanks, sis, I can't stay.

Can't stay? You just got here.

Well, I'm sorry, I
got a lot to do today.

And tomorrow you'll be gone.

Come on, what is it, a
45-minute plane ride?

Jack.

Look, sis, it's right
for me, I know it is,

and if it's going to make
you feel any better at all,

I think that you're going
to like my roommate.

Who, Jean?

Cross your fingers.

You're getting married?

Oh, honey, easy, easy.

We're gonna have to get to
know each other all over again first.

I made enough of a
mess out of my life.

I don't want to
mess up hers, too.

Well, I don't know
about the move to L.A.,

but Jean... now, that's a
move in the right direction.

I only wish it were
more permanent.

Oh, look, Paula, honey,

I am going to get it
together someday,

but it's just going
to have to happen

at my pace, honey, not yours.

Okay?

I know, I know, I don't, I
don't mean to be such a nag.

I know.

I'm gonna miss you.

I want you to know that.

It's only a
45-minute plane ride.

Al, listen, sales
drop off in my district,

you give me a ring and
I'll be glad to pass along

- some of my tips to the new boy.
- Oh, yeah, oh, right.

Just take care of
yourself, will you?

I will.

Call us when
you're settled, huh?

I will.

Al, you'll get
it back, all of it.

I know that.

Bye, sis.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

You got anything?

No, we missed the pickup.

The day Sanitation
comes early, huh?

Yeah, the gun's at the
reclaiming area by now.

We'll never find it.

It's probably being pressed
into a, a two-ton hunk of metal.

I'll check it out.

Good luck, hope you find it.

All right, we got no weapon.

So, what, we're back to Damico?

That's all we have.

But he won't scare.

We'll have to just sit
tight and wait for his move.

You know, part of me hopes
that gun's lost for good?

You boys are making a mistake.

I'm telling you right now,
you're making a big mistake.

Just open it, old
man, and hurry it up.

You're gonna rob me,
you got to rob it yourself.

What's this?

What's the matter?

There's hardly nothing
here, nothing at all.

I told you you was
making a mistake.

It's your mistake, old man,

- unless you come up with something quick.
- Jake.

Now, come on, you've been
bragging about what a gold mine

this dump is.

Let's see some of it.

That's all there is,

tha-that's all there ever is.

You're lying.

No, th-the bank.

My wife... she, she
took today's deposits.

I said you're lying!

Hey, Jake, now
don't, man, don't.

It ain't worth it.

Let's take what's here
and get out of here.

Come on.

Fifty-four.

Are you believing it?

54 stinking dollars.

Well, it's better
than a murder rap.

Yeah, well, well, just drive.

I couldn't believe
it back there, man,

you almost killed him.

Killed him!

Cops.

Lose them.

Come on, punch it!

Come on, let's go, let's go!

Make that turn.

Suspect headed west
on Beach at Embarcadero.

Repeat, suspect headed west
on Beach and Embarcadero.

Headquarters,
this is Control Two,

headed west to Beach and
Embarcadero, to intercept.

Okay, okay, don't shoot!

No, it's just a
routine investigation.

But I want him watched.

He might lead us to
the guy we're looking for.

All right, fine, Sergeant.

I'll get back to you.
Thanks for your cooperation.

I put a tail on our boy.

Who? Damico?

- Yeah.
- Good.

The, uh, kid's parents brought
them in for their statements.

And how are they taking it?

They're a little strung out.

Yeah, well, it's
the kind of wound

that's not gonna
heal very fast, either.

No.

We still don't even
know who hit Moran.

- Yeah, you want some coffee?
- No thanks.

Right back where we started.

Oh, not quite.

Snakes like Damico,

they don't stay in business
long if people get away

with things like that.

He lost his money and his man.

That guy could be
out of town by now.

Yeah, he could have him, too.

If he's looking for him.

I still want to be on his back
before anybody else gets killed.

- Lieutenant?
- Mm-hmm?

Robbery's got a
suspect downstairs.

An officer took a slug,
trying to stop him and a friend.

Lieutenant Mallory thought you
might be interested in the gun.

It's a pearl-handled
.25 caliber.

I am.

Get the serial number,
run it through the computer.

I'm going downstairs.

He's gonna be okay, isn't
he? Joe's gonna be okay?

Your buddy? He just
cracked himself a few ribs.

That's all.

And the cop?

Thought you'd never ask.

His name is Officer
Jefferies. Paul Jefferies.

And they just took
the bullet out of his leg.

That's good.

I didn't mean to
hurt him, you know?

I was just scared.

Yeah, well, he'll be
back on the streets

before you know it.

Which is more than anyone
can say for you right now.

Now, you and
this buddy of yours,

how many other
jobs have you pulled?

Lieutenant.

I heard you got a
couple of guys in there

who robbed a liquor store.

They took some
shots at an officer

with a pearl-handled.25.

Oh, you're the one
with the flyer out.

That's right.

Ballistics check
that gun out yet?

No, sir, not yet.

Did they say where they got it?

He says he found it.

Found it where?

Where he works.

Now, it's just a part-time job.

Yeah. Sanitation Department.

You sure it's the
Sanitation Department?

Yes, sir.

Get me the gun.

Yes, sir.

No, I got that one, yeah.

All right, that's M-A-D-R-I-D?

Right.

Yes, sir, this is the baby
and I don't mean maybe!

Ballistics confirmed it.

What have you
got on registration?

It just came in. The gun's
registered to Mr. Alvin Cooper,

1441 West Madrid.

Reported missing this morning.

Said it was stolen last night.

Last night. Oh, come
one, let's have a little talk

with Mr. Cooper.

I don't understand.

We've never owned a gun.

I, uh, I bought it for you
for when I'm on the road.

I was gonna talk to you
about it yesterday, but...

You found it pretty quickly.

Not quick enough.

Yeah, well, I didn't think
it was normal procedure

for detectives to bring back
that sort of merchandise.

What do you mean?
What's happened?

Well, an officer was
wounded with this gun.

Two other people
were killed with it.

One of them was
a ten-year-old boy.

Oh, my God.

A ten-year-old boy?

Mr. Cooper, may I ask
where you were last night?

Well, I was here at home.

All evening?

Yes.

Do you happen to
know a Lou Damico?

No.

You don't have any
outstanding debts?

Well, of course I
have. Who hasn't?

Oh, come on, Damico, debts,

I mean, what's that
got to do with this?

Well, the other man that
was killed with this gun

worked for Damico.

He specialized
in collecting debts.

What is it, Mr. Cooper?

Like I told the police,
the gun was stolen.

Somebody took it out of my car.

I didn't have it.

Do you have any idea
who could've taken it?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Al...

Well, honey, Jack
knew about the gun.

Jack?

My brother-in-law, he
went with me when I went

to pick it up, and he told me
he was in a bind with somebody.

- Money?
- Gambling debts.

Are you saying Jack
killed somebody?

No, honey, what I'm saying is
maybe he should be answering

these questions instead of me.

I've bailed him out
of a lot of tight spots

but I'm not gonna cover
for him in something like this.

- Is that wrong?
- No.

Mrs. Cooper, what
is Jack's last name?

Graham.

Jack Graham.

He's staying
with a girlfriend...

named Jean Loring. I
don't know where she lives.

- Jean?
- Yeah.

She lives near the Marina,

in one of those old apartments.

Okay, thank you.
I'll get on the horn,

see if I can get an
address. L-O-R-I-N-G?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Say, I'd appreciate it if you
didn't contact Mr. Graham

until after we talk to him.

Now, if he happens
to contact you...

would you give him my
name and number, please?

- Sure.
- Good bye.

Good bye.

Jack couldn't have done it.

No, he couldn't. No.

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You got the tickets?

Ticket. One-way to Los Angeles.

Flight 21 leaves at 9:06.

Hey, I thought we'd better
wait and see how you do first.

Which is why, sir,
I brought you this.

You went to my place?

Everything depends on
you getting a good job, Jack.

I couldn't let you go
there looking like a schlep.

I got your dark suit,
the one you like,

and I think I found the tie
that you always wore with it.

Is there a back way
out of this building?

No. Why?

What about the roof?

Jack?

Jeannie, those stairs,
they go all the way up?

Yes. What is it?

They followed you
from my apartment.

I didn't see anybody.

Yeah, well, they saw you.

Jack, can't you face them?

You've got to face
them sometime.

I don't understand.

Honey, the only thing you
got to understand is stay away

from this door and
don't let anybody in.

KELLER Loring. 102.

Miss Loring? Miss
Loring, this is the police.

Do you have any identification?

I'm Lieutenant Stone
and this is Inspector Keller.

We're looking for a Mr. Graham.

His brother-in-law said that...

He's up on the roof.

Two men, they're after
him. Please help him.

How do we get up there?

Up the stairs.

Hold it! Police!

Hold it!

Don't move. Don't move.

All right, move
it. Get over here.

Get on your stomach. Come
on! Get over! Get over there!

Come on. Get over there!

- Stay down.
- Get over there with your buddy.

- Stay right there.
- Come on. Spread eagle.

Get your hands up
there. Spread 'em out.

Graham!

Yeah.

I'm Lieutenant Stone, San
Francisco Police Department.

I think you've got something
you want to tell me.

- You know about Moran?
- Yes.

I wasn't gonna use that
gun. I couldn't help it...

Nobody ever is.
Mr. Graham. Nobody ever is.

Manhole covers, huh?

Yeah. Give you
something to think about

the next time you
cross the street.

I often wondered what you guys

did with all those
guns you collected.

I never thought of this.

Of course, I never thought

I'd become involved in
anything like this, either.

Well, you're not alone.

Over 30 million
Americans own handguns.

Over 20,000 get shot
with them every year.

20,000?

That's right. Almost
10,000 homicides.

Nearly as many suicides,
almost 3,000 accidents

where somebody's
dead or maimed for life.

- Like the little Bateman boy.
- Yeah.

Well, I had hoped that
the little pistol I bought,

watching it being cremated,

would do some good
for me, but it hasn't.

What do you do for somebody
else that might get caught in

the same situation
I found myself in?

Well, we all have a
congressman, Mr. Cooperman.

You're free to write him if you
feel strong about something

one way or the other.

Yeah, what is it they say?

The pen is mightier
than the sword?

Well, maybe someday it
might even stop a bullet.