The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 18 - Ten Dollar Murder - full transcript

(theme music playing)

Okay, come on.

(whistles)

Hi, can you take us to
Oakwood, 1142 Oakwood?

Sure, climb in.

Yeah, thanks.

This is 601.

1142 Oakwood.

Cold out, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, listen, you mind if
we go through the park?



Take us longer.
Oakwood's only, uh...

Doesn't matter.

Hey, it's your money.

Be my guest.

Well, anyway, at least
it stopped raining, right?

You hear what the Warriors did?

32 points Barry got.

Okay, pull over now!

- What?
- Pull over!

Don't turn around,
just pull over.

- Now!
- All right, all right.

I don't have any money.

- Come on.
- Honest.

I just turned my cash in
before I picked you guys up.



You see this? It's
empty, it's empty.

Give me your wallet.

Lousy punks.

This is my own money.

Here, here.

I want your watch, too.

Wait a minute, my wife
just gave me that watch!

Give me the watch!

(grunts)

- Come on, let's go!
- Shut up.

Okay.

No, wait a minute.

Hey, now we know he's
not going to follow us.

(tires screech)

Open up, Charlie!

OFFICER: Shoplifters?

- Nope, purse snatchers.
- That's a lie.

Tell it to the judge, ladies.

All right, inside.

Oh, son of a... Hold her!

(tires screeching)

Stop her!

Oh, don't let her hit me again!

Look what she did!

- Brutality!
- Turn it off, honey!

He's a cop.

Just looks like a
priest when he's tired.

(panting)

Thanks, Lieutenant.

You're slipping, Irene,

letting someone like
this get away from you.

Bet you don't run the hundred

under ten seconds
anymore either, Mike.

All right, honey, let's
try this again, all right?

You have something to say?

Well, I'm just wondering,

when you could run the
hundred under ten seconds flat,

could you catch her?

- She's an old friend.
- Aw, come on, will you?

You don't believe me
when I tell you that.

You don't have any old friends.

I walked the beat
with her husband

many, many years
ago... Don Eliott.

He died in a shootout
trying to stop a gang war.

She got his medal, his pension,

and a chance to
raise their son alone.

She's a fine woman...
and a dear friend.

Now you tell me all about Cova.

8:00 tomorrow,
Ghirardelli Square.

Is that where he's paying off?

I don't know, but he
won't be expecting us.

Uh, but in case
there's any running,

I suggest you bring
your track shoes.

Well, if he's that fast, I
think we're both in trouble.

(laughing): Oh, Smiley.

There's got to be
something you guys can do.

Okay, now, how tall were they?

The big guy was about
six-foot-two, maybe more.

- Mm-hmm. -Pardon me.
- Yes, ma'am.

The other guy... The
guy with the gun...

Was about five-ten
and very smart.

Why smart?

He shot out my tires, didn't he?

He took my new
watch, my new watch.

I only had it two days.

It cost my wife over 260
bucks because of the digitals.

I loved it.

Those lousy punks.

If I had my own gun, I'd...

Sir, you'd probably be dead.

Look, uh, we'll get
in touch with you

as soon as we get
some information, okay?

(sighs)

How many does that make, Bill?

Oh, just five so far.

Want some help?

No, I got Riley
out on a stakeout.

We'll get 'em.

You know, those crazy kids...
They can't be getting much.

They got to be
doing it for kicks.

Yeah.

I mean, you wonder
where their parents are.

(phone buzzes)

Inspector Eliott, Burglary.

Hi, Mom, you busy?

No, just came in.

What's up?

Nothing.

Just got home from the
movies and I thought I'd call.

You get your studies done?

Yeah, finished the
essay, did my geometry,

picked up my room,
and strangled the cat

all before I left.

Always one up on me, huh?

I try.

Hey, listen, before I forget,

we're supposed to see the
principal tomorrow at 3:00.

I thought that had been settled.

Hmm, I guess not.

I told him I didn't
know anything,

but he said he wanted
to talk to you anyway.

Listen, Bobby, did you give the
principal the names he wanted?

No, Mom, I can't.

Look, there's nothing
to worry about.

I'll see you in the
morning, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Sleep tight.

(mimics gun firing)

(mimics gun firing)

♪♪

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KELLER: All right. Police.

You two guys hold it right here.

Now, you hold it right there!

Hey, hold it.

(grunts)

(gasps)

You heard the man.

Freeze.

Wait a minute, I'm just a...

I know, a runner.

With $10,000 to be delivered
to a hit man named Keyes,

and I want to know where
and I want to know when.

Come on.

Let him go.

No, no, not you.

I'm putting you under
protective custody,

and you're going to need it
because when that sharpie tells

your boss that you
cost him ten grand,

he's gonna think you
double-crossed him.

Now, do you want to make a deal?

- Hey, wait a minute.
- Five seconds.

If Bell isn't waiting for you
when you get out, Keyes will be.

Now where is he?

COVA (voice-over): Bus terminal.

There's a phone booth.

I leave the package inside,

he picks it up and
waits for a call.

That's all I know.

(phone rings)

Yeah.

KELLER (over phone): Keyes.

Yeah.

Hi, my name is Keller
and I'm a policeman

and I got a gun pointed
right at your head,

so you just raise
your hands real slowly.

That's him.

That's the man Keyes
was supposed to hit.

Name is Al Danus.

Runs a bookie
operation over in Oakland.

Now he's moving
into Bell's territory.

STONE: Yeah, well, he
might have second thoughts

when he finds out how hysterical
Keyes gets over competition.

Uh, what about Keyes anyway?

D.A. file a complaint?

KELLER: Both charges...

Conspiracy and a
concealed weapon.

- (knocking)
- I'm on my way to sign it.

- (Irene clears throat)
- STONE: Good.

Hi, mind if I interrupt?

Not at all... come on in.

You know Steve Keller.

Well, yes, we sort of met
last night with my runaway.

Irene.

I'll see you later.

You don't have
to do that for me.

No, I'm on my way out.

Uh, see, I work
with this lieutenant...

He makes me do all the legwork.

Oh.

(laughs)

Well, I'll, uh, buy
you a cup of coffee.

Oh, thanks.

Uh, black.

Black.

This is Jeannie, isn't it?

Uh-huh, yeah.

She's all grown up.

She's in Arizona State now.

Going to graduate this spring.

Honor student.

Smart girl.

And what about your son?

Bobby, right?

Oh, right, yeah.

Well, he's tall,
handsome, and rebellious.

Here, sit down.

Graduating this year, too,
you know, from Central High...

if he's not suspended first.

Funny how they grow
up differently, isn't it?

Different seed, I guess.

Oh, come on, boys always
sniff out trouble, you know that.

Well, he is in trouble.

And, uh... I need help.

Will you do me a favor,
Mike, and talk to him.

Can't you?

No.

Not like a father.

Which I guess is really
mostly the problem.

I mean, being raised by a
woman is hard enough on a boy

and when that woman is a cop...

Every time I question him,

it's like interrogating
a prisoner.

"Mom, will you stop
with the third degree."

But, Mike, I've worked
with bad kids all my life,

and he's not bad.

He's just troubled, you know?

In school?

Right.

See, someone stole money
from the principal's office,

and, uh, Bobby
said he didn't do it.

Finally he admitted
that he knew who did,

but he was afraid that
they'll hurt him if he talks.

Well, what did
the principal say?

Well, he says that he believes
Bob is innocent, and so do I.

STONE: Yes?

Except this morning I
found $126 in his room.

I picked the lock on his bureau.

(chuckles)

It's amazing the things
you learn in Robbery, isn't it?

(laughs)

Well, when I asked him about it,

he said it was none
of my business.

Now, he has a job. He
could've saved that money.

Or maybe they
asked him to hide it.

I have to know, that's all.

And you think he might tell me?

Well, he was brought up on
stories about you and Don.

I think if anyone can
reach him, you can.

Look, I'm off duty tonight,

and we're going to this
basketball game at school.

And I wondered...

if you could join
us as a friend.

As an old friend.

Well, what about a new one?

(upbeat music plays)

(cheering, whistling)

(buzzer sounds)

Would you like a hot
dog and a cold drink?

- Yeah, I sure would.
- No, no, stay here.

Come on, we'll get it.
Come on, Bobby, let's go.

Excuse me, son.

You know...

your dad was a pretty
good ball handler himself.

Oh, yeah? You ever see him play?

Yeah, we played for a couple
of years on the police team.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

So you've known
Mom a long time, huh?

Yeah, long time.

Close friends?

Yeah... like I hope
you and I can be.

Well, you don't need
my approval, you know?

I think my mother can
choose her own dates.

Oh, no, wait a minute.
I didn't mean that.

Are you talking about
the money she found?

Uh-huh.

She's worried about you.

Parents always
worry about their kids.

Especially single parents,

because they feel
so responsible.

I'm not in any trouble really.

I've just had a lot of pressure.

Like what?

Oh, I'm carrying a full load

this semester and, uh,

College Boards are coming up.

Three hot dogs.

Listen, I'll tell you about
that money if you promise

not to tell Mom, because
I want it to be a surprise.

See, I've been putting in

a lot of overtime at the
garage and saving my money

so I could buy her a really nice
vacation this summer, you know?

She's given me so
much, I think it's about time

I give her something.

So don't tell her, okay?
I'd like it to be a surprise.

All right.

Hi!

Will you excuse me?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.
- Okay.

Where's Bob?

Where's Bob? A girl.

And look, I wouldn't
worry about the money.

He's working overtime
on a special project for you,

and it's a surprise, so
don't you ask me about it.

I think your Bobby is all right.

I'm glad.

So what else
happened last night?

Nothing. I told you
everything is okay.

I understand how a
cop thinks. (whistles)

Taxi!

What are you doing?

What are you standing there for?

Bobby... maybe we shouldn't.

I mean, not so soon.

Why don't you get it
together. What's with you?

I told you
everything's all right.

If it wasn't for me, you'd
still be busting into schools,

getting caught,
which is very dumb.

I needed the money.

And I want to get out
of those grease pits.

Just stick with me, I
know what I'm doing.

Headquarters,
this is stakeout one.

10-98 to bus terminal.

Okay. (whistles) Taxi!

Cancel 10-98. Have pick up.

Ho, ho, ha. Oh,
thanks for stopping.

Listen, can you take
us to Worth Street?

Sure. Hop in.

Good. Thanks.

(siren wailing)

(siren stops)

Were there any witnesses?

None. It was clear
when we got here.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Benson? Was he dead
when you got here?

No, ten minutes ago.

What happened?

Well, I had Riley
assigned to a stakeout.

Trying to pick up two kids
that had been ripping off taxis.

Well, I guess he picked them
up and I guess he made a mistake

because he's dead. So are
those two punks when I nail them.

- Who found the body?
- I did.

My partner and I were on patrol
when we saw him lying there.

He say anything?

He said a few words.

I think he heard
one of their names...

Tiny.

That's it? Just Tiny?

Yes, sir. Oh, he said
something else, like, uh,

Indian buck.

But he was pretty far gone.

He had ten dollars on him.

Ten lousy dollars.

I mean, who kills
for ten dollars?

(coughs)

Hey, come on!

Come on, will ya?

Go on. Leave me alone.

How do you know he was dead?

Anyway, it was your fault.
You were supposed to hold him.

You killed a cop.

What are you talking
about? We're in this together.

Listen, all you've got to do
is keep on taking those pills

and keep on going to
school like you always do.

Come on, buddy,
I can't carry you.

And I won't!

STONE: Both Caucasian, 18 to 20,

one big and one thin.

Well, that's not much to go on.

What have you got?

Not too much, Mike.

Got some scalp hairs, shoe mud,

cigarette butts with lipstick,

and a pep pill.

- Amphetamines?
- Looks like it.

It could be that's
why they're stealing.

You know, we found
one in the first cab they hit.

Well, wait a minute
now, we don't know

if the same two
kids are involved.

Yes, we do. Ballistics
says the same gun

was used in both
robberies... A.38.

The bullet they
found in the tire,

an exact match
for the murder slug.

Mike, I just found this.

Well, it could be a
ticket to anything.

"Acme Printing Company 37207."

Was there a theater stop
on Riley's report sheet?

No. He had only six calls
last night, all private addresses.

- The last one was a phony.
- (phone buzzing)

The car was clean
when he took it out?

Oh, yeah. He checked
it out from the garage.

Then one of the six dropped it.

Well, I'm gonna find out.

Oh, wait a minute, Benson.

Now, Mike, I said I want
to be part of this, okay?

Lieutenant, for you.

STONE: Yeah, okay.

Listen, check this out with
the printing company, will you?

I'll hang in with
the fingerprint boys.

Yeah, Lieutenant Stone.

It's Irene, Mike.

Irene.

I got a proposition for you.

Yeah, what are you offering?

Dinner. I want to thank
you for the other night.

You like Japanese food?

I love it. Tonight
all right? 8:30?

I'll pick you up.

Well, if that doesn't
sound to me like a date,

I don't know what does.

Well, what makes you
think that you're the only

sex symbol around here?

(chuckles)

(whistle blows loudly)

Okay, you guys, that's it.

Hit the showers.

Come on, that's
all for today, Burns.

Now I got ten minutes
until varsity practice.

Man, you keep a full schedule.

Yeah, fall's pretty
busy around here.

What makes you think those
guys might be from the school?

Well, I got a job ticket said
it was from Central High,

student ticket.

Yeah, that color yellow,
that's from a swimming meet

more than two months ago.

That description you gave me
could've been almost anybody.

What about somebody named Tiny?

I know half a dozen
guys named Tiny.

They're all over 200 pounds.

Any of them take bennies?

Not if I know
about it, they don't.

KELLER: Listen, I know
it's sort of a long shot,

would you mind
giving me their names?

COACH: Yeah, sure. There's,
uh, Cosak, Reynolds, Borman...

W-Wait, Borman?

Borman, yeah. Tony Borman.

Any of these guys
been in trouble before?

- What do you mean... the police?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Eddie Cosak was.

Got picked up for a blade.

Wild kid. Dropped out of school.

And, uh... hey, knock it off...

Uh, Reynolds was picked
up a couple times for truancy.

He's not a bad guy,
he's just not very bright.

And he ought to be around here
someplace, as a matter of fact.

Eliott?

Yeah?

Where's Reynolds?

I don't know.
Home sick, I guess.

Come here a minute.
Maybe you can help.

COACH: This is Bob Eliott,
he's a friend of Tiny Reynolds.

Hello, Bob. Steven Keller.

- Nice to meet you, sir.
- Yeah, listen, I got to split.

If there's anything else I
can do, let me know, huh?

All right, thank you
very much Mr. Woolf.

- Okay.
- Bob Eliott?

Listen, your mother's
not on the force, is she?

Yeah, that's right.
You know her?

Sure, I know her. Yeah.

- See, I work with Lieutenant Stone.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

I got to get going, okay?

Uh, what can I do to help you?

Well, how well do you
know this, uh, Tiny Reynolds?

Well, I don't know.

We're in the same homeroom.

I've been to a couple of
movies with him, you know?

That's about it.

Did you ever notice if
he was a big spender?

No. Why, what's the matter?
Did he do something wrong?

I'm just following up a lead.

- Aren't you in Homicide?
- Yeah, yeah.

An officer got
killed last night.

Oh, gee, I'm sorry.

You think Tiny did it?

I don't know. Maybe.

Did anybody see him?

Look, why don't you
let me ask the questions.

- All right?
- Yeah, okay. Yeah.

I guess it runs in the family.

So, when was the
last time you saw Tiny?

I guess it was about
a couple of days ago.

He came by the
garage where I work.

See, I don't think
he's the type, though.

You can usually tell, right?

What?

I mean, somebody who
can kill somebody else,

it seems to me that you
could feel it or you could

see it in his eyes or something.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

STONE: Which one ran when
you started the questioning?

KELLER: The one
on the left. Reynolds.

I don't know, Lieutenant.

I can't say for sure.

I didn't see the guys
real good, you know.

What about you?

No.

Would you recognize
him if you heard his voice?

He didn't say anything.

Okay.

I do remember one thing.

I don't know if it's important.

- What's that?
- The guy with the gun.

Hold it a minute.

Thanks for your
cooperation, gentlemen.

What were you going to say?

The guy with the gun,
when he took my watch,

I remember seeing
something bright and shiny,

like one of those fancy
belt buckles that kids wear.

KELLER: Wait a minute.

You remember what
kind of shape it had?

Try to remember.

I only got a quick look.

Okay, okay, thanks a lot.

Now what was that all about?

Let me talk to you in
the office for a second.

The guy with the buckle.

Now you remember the last
thing they told us Riley said?

Indian buck.

Well, he could have been
trying to say Indian buckle.

Could be a lead.

Especially if it's
silver and handmade.

Okay.

I'll check in on some
of the local silversmiths.

- Well, I can save us some time.
- How?

I know a friend of
Reynolds' who wears one.

- Who?
- Bob Eliott.

Irene's boy?

That's right.

Come on, now.

There could be a hundred
of those buckles around.

Could be; I'm just
giving you a fact.

You can add it up
any way you want.

But it's a possibility.

While his mother is
down there working nights

in the police department,

he's out on the
streets killing cops?

Is that what you're
trying to tell me?

- Look, it's not easy.
- That's not the point.

Then, what is?

A cop's son can't be bad?

All right, I'll check it
with the silversmiths.

And I hope...

I hope there's a thousand
different Indian buckles.

TINY: They must know
something, I tell you.

BOB: They don't know anything.

If they knew something,
they wouldn't let you go.

Stop worrying about it.

(sighs)

Hey, watch it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Look.

It's broken.

BOB: I'll fix it.

You want me to fix it?

And I'll fix the other, too,

and you won't have to
worry about anything, okay?

Yeah, how?

You remember Eddie Cosak?

Yeah.

I swiped his knife and
it's got his initials on it.

So what?

So, Eddie's one of the suspects.

What happens if
the cops find his knife

in the back of one of those cabs

right after it's
been ripped off?

- No, man, I...
- Listen, if they're looking

for Eddie, they won't
be looking for you, right?

Eddie's already got a record.

They'll bust him for sure.

How do you know?

I'm gonna set him up.

And I got a friend in
the department, too.

Okay?

(laughing)

IRENE: I'd forgotten that.

You and Don both
fell in the lake, right?

STONE: We certainly
did; was he mad.

He just had to have that fish.

Well, that was Don, determined.

Had to succeed at everything.

Guess there aren't
many like him anymore.

Is that why you stopped looking?

(laughing) I guess so.

I guess I-I did think about
getting married again,

once.

When Bobby was younger.

He was yucky,

and I thought it
might be helpful

to have a man around
to tame the animal.

But, uh,

I finally managed to
get him housebroken.

What about you?

Oh, I haven't given it
much thought, I guess.

I'm just an old workhorse

wedded to the job.

Is that what's bothering you?

We had a lineup today.

And, uh, one of the
kids that was brought in

was a kid named Charlie
Reynolds from Central High.

Tiny?

You know him?

Well, yeah, Bob does.

He's been over to the
house a number of times.

Well, how well
do they get along?

All right, I guess.

Why don't you ask Bob?

I will, if you don't mind.

Mike, what was the lineup for?

Well, we think that
Tiny knows something

about the shooting last night.

That's connected with
the cab robberies, isn't it?

There are two kids
involved with that.

That's right.

Well, Mike.

Now, Irene, I-I just
want to talk to him.

Well, fine, you do
whatever you like,

but I know my son, and
he just couldn't be involved.

(tires screech)

BOB: Okay, that's it.

TINY: Hey, what'd you
have me knock him out for?

So it looks like Eddie
lost his knife in the fight.

Come on.

Hey, hey, don't
you want to split?

Later, later.

I trust you. Come on.

Hi.

Hi... Where's the big dinner?

Where have you been?

Walking around.

Where?

Nowhere, just walking around.

You want some coffee?

I want some answers.

Bobby.

Bob.

Look, Mike Stone was here

to ask you some
questions about Tiny.

He finally left when
I said I'd ask them.

Has Tiny been involved
in any robberies?

- Answer me!
- He's my friend!

- I'm your mother!
- You're just a cop,

so why don't you
take the badge off?

Oh, we're doing fine, aren't we?

We can't even
talk to each other.

All I want to do is hit you.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Look, Mom, it's okay.

Listen, I don't even see Tiny
that much anymore anyway.

To tell you the truth,
I'm kind of afraid of him.

That's why I didn't want
to talk to you about him,

because I have to go to
school with those guys.

So, he did rob those cabbies?

Cabs? What cabs?

I'm talking about
the high school.

Look, all I know is that Tiny

and a guy named Eddie
Cosak ripped off the high school.

And I saw them, and they saw me.

And Eddie pulled a knife on me.

So, you see, you can't
tell anybody that I told you.

Please, don't tell anybody.

Oh, it's okay.

Don't worry.

Everything's
going to be all right.

That's right, Harry,
Eddie Cosak.

Age 18.

We booked him
last year on a 2-19.

He cut somebody up with a knife.

I just want his address.

Well, you look as though
you got some good news.

Got more than that.

I got the man, at
least one of them.

That was found in a
cab that got hit last night.

"Charles T. Reynolds."

Yeah, Tiny, the kid we
had in here yesterday.

Yeah, just a minute.

Yeah, I'm still here.

2327 Pollard.

2327 Pollard. Thanks a lot.

Well, it looks as though
I got the other kid.

Name's Eddie Cosak.

Well, how? A tip?

Yeah, Irene's son.

He goes to the same school.

She called me last night.

Well, I guess that wraps it up.

Certainly does, doesn't it?

He's not too smart,
though, is he?

We grill him in the morning,

goes right back
on the job at night.

Do you know where
to pick him up?

Yeah, at the school; I
already called his home.

Well, I'll follow up
on this Cosak kid.

Wonder what he
was doing last night.

Hey, Benson, wait a minute; I
got to talk to you for a second.

Yeah, in an hour, okay?

What's going on?
Something breaking?

Benson just came
through with some evidence

that proves that this kid
Reynolds is one of the guys.

And I got a tip
on the other guy.

Name's Cosak.

Cosak?

Wait a minute, wait
a minute, no way.

I just came from
his folks' house

after his coach
gave me his name.

He's been out of the
state the last two months.

Let me ask you something.

Did Bob Eliott
give you that tip?

How did you know that?

- Where have you been, anyway?
- Ballistics.

I got to talk to
you for a second.

This is a homicide case in '58.

The arresting
officer was Don Eliott.

One of the suspects was
shot, the other one got away,

so the case is still open,
the evidence is on file.

Here's the slug
from the '58 case,

bullet that Don shot.

It's a.38 Special.

And here's the slug
that killed Officer Riley.

They match, Mike.

I tried to find an
Indian buckle.

I couldn't,

so I worked on
the only lead I had.

Well, is there any doubt in
the fellas' minds downstairs?

No, no.

He used his father's gun.

I'm sorry.

Well, not for me.

For Irene.

This is Lieutenant Stone.

I'd like to speak
to Inspector Eliott.

Okay, thanks a lot.

She's not at work.

She took the day off.

(sighs)

I wanted to help her,

so I tried to help him.

Now the only thing I
can do is hurt them both.

(doorbell rings)

Hi.

I was expecting the mailman.

Sometimes he... Come in.

Caught me in my best act.

No, actually washing
windows I do best.

I'm a smash.

Strictly business, huh?

Well, I can't say I
blame you after last night.

Is Bob home?

No, he's still at school.

You're welcome to wait.

More questions, huh?

I'm afraid so.

Did you find Eddie Cosak?

No, no, Cosak has
been out of the state

for the last two months.

Oh, that's impossible.

- Bobby said...
- STONE: We know what Bobby said.

He lied to you.

Anything else you'd
like to tell me about my...

- Irene.
- Son?

Irene,

do you still have
Don's police revolver?

Yes.

May I see it?

Why?

I'd like to see it, please.

I asked you a question, Mike.

Mrs. Eliott, we
have... Inspector Eliott.

All right.

We have a bullet from your
husband's gun in an old case.

It matches the slug
that killed Officer Riley.

Then the match is wrong.

It couldn't be right.

Here.

- (keys jangle)
- I'll show you.

I've kept this gun...

locked away for years.

It has not been
fired... since he died.

Does Bob have a key to that?

No.

Never.

Mike, Bobby couldn't kill a cop.

It'd be like killing his father.

He loved his father; he
always wanted to be like him.

(whispers): Come on, sit down.

Sit down.

No, it was Tiny.

No, he must have stolen it.

I told you, he's been here.

It has to be Tiny.

Look, Mike, you don't
have any real proof.

You don't! You do not know

that he pulled the trigger!

And you know
that's not important.

Being a good cop.

Good cop?

A lousy mother.

Now, don't start
blaming yourself.

Well, I'm responsible.

No, you're not; he is!

You gave him a good start.

Somewhere along the
way there's a dividing line.

Irene, he's crossed
that line; he's a man.

And if he's guilty...

well, don't you pay the penalty.

If he's guilty, I already have.

Well, when he comes
home... will you, uh...

will you bring him
down to headquarters?

(door closes)

There's pictures all
over that room of his dad.

That's a tough act to follow.

Maybe he can't handle it.

Maybe he thinks a gun can help.

(engine starts)

♪♪

- Bob?
- What?

You really dig that, don't you?

Yeah.

Makes me feel good.

Makes me bigger than you.

Bigger than my father, too.

Wow... (yawns)

Wow, I'm... I'm high.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I can't stay awake.

Well, have another.

- Wow, no.
- Come on.

Okay.

(exhales)

(takes deep breath)

So, what are we gonna do?

Nothing.

Just stay loose.

(laughs) Well... I
can't get any looser.

You want to sleep?
Why don't you sleep.

- (exhales)
- Sleep.

- Okay with you?
- Yeah. I asked you.

(yawns): Okay.

(takes deep breath)

(engine starts)

(engine idling)

(siren wailing)

(siren stops)

He found him about
five minutes ago.

Yeah, is he dead?

Yeah, carbon monoxide.

- Suicide?
- Well, it looks that way.

But the kid just didn't seem
like the despondent type to me.

That's why I brought
the print man down.

- STONE: Whose car?
- Stolen.

It was on this morning's report.

Any witnesses?

A girl says she saw a kid
running down the beach,

but she won't swear he
comes from around here.

She says he was
Caucasian, a little under 20,

about 160 pounds.

Bernie.

- You got any wrinkles?
- Three empty beer cans,

but that's not enough
to put him to sleep.

Barbiturates did that.
It's only prelim, Mike,

but it looks like he
took an overdose.

- Or somebody gave it to him.
- This whole car's clean.

There's nothing on the door
handle or the steering wheel.

And suicides just don't
happen to wipe off door handles.

That's right. Did you
notify the parents?

No, I came here
right from the school.

Smart kid. He either
went home or went to work.

- I'll go to the garage.
- Take him to the garage,

and then you talk
to Mrs. Reynolds.

Well, where you going?

To Irene Eliott's.

- What?
- Come on, I'll tell you on the way.

IRENE: And I'd really
appreciate it, if it's possible.

Thanks...

- Thank you.
- You looking for Bob?

Yeah. Apparently, he
and Tiny skipped school

after their first class.

Mr. Hadley says that
they haven't been here.

Tiny's... Tiny's dead.

He was asphyxiated in a car.

Looked like a suicide...

but it wasn't...
he was murdered.

Mike's at your
house waiting for him.

- Wait! Irene...
- No, don't!

I want to see my son!

All right, then wait a
minute; I'll drive you.

(knocking)

Hi. Mom's not here right now,
but she'll be back right away.

Come on in. Why
don't you sit down.

Can I get you anything? You
want a drink or something?

No, no, thanks.

But you can answer
a few questions.

Oh, about Tiny,
yeah. Mom told me.

Did you see him today?

Today?

Yeah, I saw him this morning;
we have a class together.

I came home early, 'cause
I wasn't feeling too good.

Then you don't
know that he's dead?

You're kidding.

What happened?

You tell me.

What?

How can I tell you?

That should be
easy. You set him up.

You loaded him with pills,
and then you killed him.

Come on, what are
you talking about?

I'm talking about you!

I'm calling you a murderer!

That's crazy... I didn't
do any of those things,

- and you can't prove I did!
- Where's the gun?

- What gun?
- Your father's revolver.

Now, ballistics
has already proved

that your father's gun
killed that policeman.

Now, where is it?

I don't have to talk to
you... I know my rights.

I'll bet you do.

(sighs quietly)

All right, young man...

you are under arrest.

Now, you're coming
with me. Come on.

Okay.

Got to get my jacket first.

Drop your gun!

- Now, you...
- Drop it!

I know what you're trying to do.

You're trying to get
me out of the way.

You're trying to frame
me so you can move in.

Now, that gun isn't
gonna get you anywhere.

It got me you!

And you're my
ticket out of here!

So let's go get your car.

Go!

(tires screech)

Bobby, no!

Don't move, Steve.

Son, there's your mother.

She can help you now.

- Come on, let me have the...
- Shut up.

Mom, this guy says
I killed somebody.

I didn't, honest.

I believe you, Bobby.
Now, put it down.

It's Tiny did all those
things; don't you remember?

I told you about it.

IRENE: It's all right.

It's all over.

I'll help you.

I can't believe you!

Why don't you listen
to what I'm saying!

- Bobby... - Irene... Shut up!

Stay there!

Bobby, come to me!

You don't even care about me!

You never cared about me!

All you care about is
that crummy badge!

(gunshot)

(two gunshots)

(panting)

(quietly): Bobby!

STONE: Call an ambulance!

Bobby... Why?

(sobbing): Why?

(footsteps approaching)

Is he all right?

All those years
on a pistol range.

You know, it's the first time

I ever used my gun
on a human being?

Irene...

No, Mike, he's,
uh, he's not dead.

- He's alive.
- Listen, uh, I'm gonna go.

I'll see you
tomorrow, all right?

Sure.

- I'm sorry.
- Mike, will you take me home?

Oh, of course, sure.

STONE: Did he ever tell you why?

IRENE: No.