The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 6 - One Chance to Live - full transcript
A lonely maiden woman in her mid 40s is stalked and targeted by a psychotic drifter. Meanwhile she has a long term affair with a Canadian political leader. Stone and Keller need to solve several mysteries.
♪♪
Tired.
All you need is a hot bath...
your girl's nice,
soothing touch.
All right, Doc, give
me the prescription.
I'm ready, I'm ready.
You got it, you got
it, on your own time.
Attention, all units,
attention, all units.
909-X at phone booth,
Clay and Leavenworth.
Woman states man attempted to
run her down with an automobile.
Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters.
Will respond.
909-X.
No!
No!
Get away!
No, get away, get away!
- Come on, let us in. -No!
- You all right, ma'am?
It's okay.
No!
- No!
- We're the police.
We're the police.
- Come on, let us in.
- It's all right, ma'am.
Nothing to be
frightened of, come on.
He kept trying to hit me.
He kept trying to
hit me with that car.
- It's all right, ma'am.
- It's okay, ma'am.
- Everything's going to be all right.
- It's okay.
- There's nothing to worry about.
- He kept trying to hit me
over and over
like a stray animal.
- Who was it, ma'am?
- I don't know.
He was in some car and he
kept trying to hit me over and over.
He kept trying to
kill me with that car.
It's all right.
We're gonna take you
home right now, ma'am.
- Come on.
- We're gonna take you home.
Come on, we'll take you home.
- Come on, come on.
- He kept trying,
trying to hit me with that car.
Is that the only outside entry?
Yeah.
Nice place.
Oh, I'm sorry I
kept you so long.
No problem, Mrs. Howard.
Oh, it's Miss.
Are you feeling better now?
Yes, I am, much better.
You cold?
I can't seem to control this.
I'm sorry.
There's nothing
to apologize about.
You suffered a shock.
You want to see a doctor?
No, no, I'm feeling
much better, really.
Thank you very much.
You didn't recognize the
person that tried to run you over?
No.
- You're positive of that?
- Yes.
Could you describe him?
I wish I could; I'd
feel much safer.
I can't.
Could it have been
the same person
that followed you
home from the movies?
I don't know, I can't be sure.
I just, I just can't be sure.
But you were followed...
You're sure of that?
Yes.
Every time I kept
looking back...
he'd disappear
into the darkness.
And then?
And then somebody
did try to kill me.
I mean, it was a nightmare,
but it was no dream.
Well, at least we have
a description of the car,
and we'll keep the case open,
but if you remember
anything at all, anything,
feel free to call us.
Yes, thank you very much.
You've really been gentlemen.
Truly gentle.
- Good night. -Good night.
- Do you live alone?
Oh, yes.
Oh, but I'm not lonely.
Loneliness is bad,
but solitude... It's
an honored guest,
a welcome caller.
Good night.
- Good night.
- And thank you again.
♪♪
Flight 29 from Toronto,
now unloading... Gate Three.
Edith, darling, you
go to the cab stand.
I'll see to the luggage.
Listen, I got something.
Yeah, a lead on that
pawnbroker killing?
No, no, no, I'm
still working on that.
Oh, I thought you maybe
broke that one wide open.
Okay, what have you got?
Description of the car in
the Martha Howard case.
- They just found it...
- Found abandoned, mm-hmm, in an alley.
It was between, uh,
Fourth Street and Brannan.
Stolen vehicle.
'67 blue Ford wagon
reported stolen three days ago
by Mrs. Emma Lang.
Now held in the police garage.
No identifiable fingerprints.
Just, just always one step
ahead of me, aren't you?
Well, just let me tell
you what the next step is.
There is nowhere else to go.
Somebody tried to kill her.
So says a gentle, lonely lady.
You don't believe her?
Within the period of
the last five years...
Wait a minute,
where's that report?
Here it is.
Within the last five years
the police have been summoned
twice by a Martha Howard.
The same Martha?
The same... I checked it out.
The first time it was a
prowler, the second time...
a Peeping Tom
watching her take a bath.
She couldn't prove it,
no shred of evidence, she
couldn't identify anyone,
and this time she called from a
phone booth on a deserted street
and said that somebody
was going to murder her.
She couldn't identify him.
Look, what we've got to do
is bust that pawnbroker case.
That's the one.
So you just get
those old, tired legs
of yours in shape.
So that's it for
Martha Howard, huh?
There's nothing more
we can do for her.
I grant you, she's
a lovely lady.
But maybe, huh, just
maybe a little bit up here?
Don't you think?
Who is it?
Brian.
Darling.
I have waited so long for this.
I don't mind telling you.
It always amazes me.
How many times has it been?
Still it fills me with wonder.
The minute I see you,
the minute I touch you,
everything falls into
place, everything is serene.
Says the prince to the clown.
Is everything okay?
Do you need anything?
Only you.
But then the Dominion of Canada
just has the pleasure of
your company occasionally.
- Martha...
- There was one thing.
Hmm?
That was your wife?
Yes.
She was lovely.
She's never been to
San Francisco before.
I know.
She insisted on
coming with me this time.
Women often ask
that of their husbands.
We'll be together.
I'll work something out.
I can just see the headlines.
"Cabinet Minister Works It
Out with Middle-Aged Mistress."
Who is young of heart.
It's skipping rope right now.
♪♪
Hello?
You're dead, Martha.
Think about that.
You're dead, and
you don't know it.
Homicide, Lieutenant Stone.
Listen, I finally caught
up with Minnie Lane.
I think he's ready to talk
about the pawnbroker killing,
but he wants protection.
I suggest you put a
tail on him right now.
He's got it.
Listen, a message
just came in for you.
Martha Howard.
I think you'd
better get with her.
She's making those
panic sounds again.
You're dead, Martha.
Think about that.
You're dead, and
you don't even know it.
You see?
You recognize the voice?
No.
You had any previous
phone calls like this?
No, no. Never.
Not ever.
Do you run some sort of
business from this apartment,
either mail-order catalogs,
magazine subscriptions,
anything like that?
No. You're...
you're wondering
why a person like me
would have a contraption
like that on her telephone.
Guess you found me out, yeah.
Well, you're
gonna think I'm silly.
No, I don't, no.
Well, sometimes
when the solitude...
gets to be too
much, you know, I...
I listen to conversations
that I've had.
Sometimes I play
them over and...
and over and...
You know, the most
interesting ones.
The long-distance ones.
You think I'm mad, don't you?
Huh?
Of course you do.
Because I have, I have
called the police, several times,
when I've been
terribly frightened.
But I didn't have any proof.
But now I do have proof.
I have proof that I'm not
lying, that I'm not neurotic,
and that I'm not some...
desperate, lonely old maid
who's just so forlorn she has
to beg for a man's company.
Even if it's a policeman's.
Why would someone
want to kill you?
I don't know.
Well, think about
it for a minute.
Somebody you crossed.
- Maybe somebody you hurt.
- But I, uh...
I haven't hurt anybody.
Maybe without even knowing it.
But I would know it.
That's a very handsome
man... Is he a friend of yours?
Oh. No. No, that's my brother.
Does he know what happened?
Huh? Oh, no, he lives
outside the country, and...
I just wouldn't
want to bother him.
Maybe you ought to leave
the city and go visit him.
No, he has a lot of
responsibilities, and...
See, Miss Howard, I think
you're holding something back,
and there's no way I can help
you unless you level with me.
Well...
just please don't
let me get killed.
Okay.
So, I'm gonna have to
take this with me, all right?
All right.
Stay here, stay here.
Is Miss Howard in?
Yeah, yeah.
It's your brother.
Who are you?
Inspector Keller, San
Francisco Police Department.
Police? Martha,
what goes on here?
I lied. When he saw your
photograph, I lied to him.
You see? You
could have phoned...
Why are you here?
- It's nothing, Brian, really.
- Why?
The other night
someone tried to kill her,
and today she got a
threatening phone call.
Why didn't you tell me?
Honey, it's just some cruel
joke somebody is playing.
Besides, I've been...
I've been seeing
too many movies, that's all.
It's not her imagination.
I really don't think
it's much of a joke.
What are you doing about it?
We're working as fast as we can.
Without any
witnesses or evidence,
we need all the help we can get.
Maybe you can offer some,
uh... It is Mr. Downing, isn't it?
Yes, Brian Downing.
Well, that's all right, sir.
I don't need to see a card...
I recognize your photograph.
Heard a couple of your
speeches; like what you have to say.
Thank you, Mr. Keller.
But back to this situation.
That's all that concerns
me at the moment.
I hope it's all that
concerns you.
It is, Mr. Downing, it is.
- Miss Howard, take care.
- Thank you.
Darling...
You promised us a day.
Is this it?
But you're in danger.
Listen, you're going
to forget all about that.
I will not be a cross
for you to bear.
And besides, I'm the
policeman's darling,
and they're paid to protect me.
If I need protection.
But all I really need
is for you to love me.
Will you have lunch
with me, Miss Howard?
I'd love to, but...
She's on a shopping spree.
It'll take the whole day.
Sausalito?
Yes.
I'll be just a minute, okay?
You're dead, Martha.
Think about that.
You're dead, and
you don't even know it.
Which proves she's not, uh...
Okay. So what have we got?
We've got a single lady
whose life is in danger.
- We also got a liar.
- Come again?
The photograph of the
man in her apartment,
she told me it was
her brother... no way.
So what's the harm?
The guy's Brian Downing.
- He's a big mocker in Canada.
- Cabinet minister, right?
- That's right.
- So what's he doing here?
Well, he comes
here for business.
Okay, he's not her brother.
So he's a friend.
A little more.
More?
- More?
- Yeah.
Oh, well, now,
that's very interesting.
'Cause, uh...
she's not exactly a
centerfold, is she?
No. I don't know,
though, I, uh...
I once fell in love with
my history teacher.
She walked like a pigeon,
but there was something
about her that was just far out.
Isn't that nice.
Where does it lead?
All right, Downing's wife
came to town with him.
Now, maybe Downing's
tired of the affair,
wanted to get rid of
her and hired a killer.
'Course, I can think of easier
ways to end a relationship.
You say his wife
is here with him?
That's right.
Well, if she knows about them...
she's got motive.
Maybe, yeah.
I don't know.
I don't know, and we don't
have anything to go on.
There's no scouting report,
there's no instant replay...
Nothing, nothing at
all except that tape!
What we have is a... a
pawnbroker named Taylor,
and he's been murdered!
Now, that is something
we can go on.
It's been done.
Minnie Lane's
spilling the whole story
to the D.A. right now.
You turned him?
I brought him in
on another charge,
promised him he
wouldn't get a jacket.
That's good, that's very good.
But what about Martha Howard?!
There is nothing more
we can do on that!
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♪♪
You keep long hours, don't you?
Well, you've been gone
a little while yourself.
Yes, I have had a lovely day,
and I am going to go upstairs
and relive every moment of it.
You see that? Here I was
worrying about you, too.
All through the dinner hour?
Well, that's the nice thing
about daylight savings...
Keeps you thin.
You're never
hungry till after dark.
- By then, it's too late anyway.
- Yes.
Would you mind if I
took a look around first?
Oh, no. Please,
I'd appreciate that.
I don't remember
leaving that window open.
Oh, yes, I do.
I left so quickly.
Sorry.
Well...
Okay, it's all clear.
- Thank you very much.
- You're very welcome.
You'll lock the door
up after I leave?
- Huh? Yeah.
- Great.
Good night.
Good night, and thank you again.
- Okay.
- Bye-bye.
Inspector!
He went through
the window. In here.
Be careful.
♪♪
- So?
- We released him, Steve.
Capiello, you got
to be kidding me.
No way. Insufficient evidence.
Bringing him to trial
for attempted murder
would be foolish, unrealistic.
Insufficient evidence?
But he tried to kill me!
We have no proof
of that, Miss Howard.
You couldn't identify him
as the man in the closet.
But-but he was wearing a mask.
He wasn't when you
hassled him, was he, Steve?
- He threw it away.
- Did you see him do that?
- No, but there's no way...
- Are you gonna go find it?
I mean, alleys are littered
with torn ladies' stockings.
Yes, but his clothes, they...
Miss Howard,
kids all over the city
wear the same clothes
as Bobby Nelson.
Now, maybe some of
them have weapons.
Nelson didn't.
Oh, man, he
almost killed a lady.
I chased him halfway across...
What was he running from...
I've been at this
game too long, Steve,
but so far I have not
come across a law
that says you can't
run across a roof!
Oh, and something else...
He's accusing you of brutality.
He said that you
failed to identify yourself
as an officer of the law,
and that your attitude was
menacing and dangerous,
and that he ran away from
you out of fear for his life,
and that you beat him up.
Now, those weren't his
words, exactly, Steve...
Expletive deleted, you know?
I'm paraphrasing
with a little legalese.
Oh, now, wait-wait a minute now.
How would you say
that you're letting a potential
killer run loose in legalese?
You like the way the
department's being accused
of brutality, Stone?
I mean, it hasn't
suffered enough of that?
Next time, nail it
down, Keller... tight.
What you gave me to go in
with now was a bagful of nothing.
You heard the man, didn't you?
You know, you
better listen to him,
because a pig can get
himself in an awful lot of trouble
if he don't keep his nose clean.
You, too, lady. You
know, you ain't got no...
Hey, get your hands
off of me! No, no.
- No, Steve!
- Hey!
What do you want to do, huh?
You want to beat
up on me again, huh?
Huh? You know, that cop's
got something in for me.
He's some kind of sick cop!
I never did nothing
to him. Nothing!
Go home, sonny. It's all over.
Don't you ever...
Don't you ever
call me that again.
You take Miss Howard home.
You're sure you don't know him?
There are so many
anonymous people in the world,
aren't there?
I mean, I was
one before all this.
I may have seen him,
I don't know where,
under what circumstances, but
our paths might have crossed.
I can't be sure.
But I do know that I...
that I never hurt him.
I would have remembered that.
I hope the same as I would
remember if somebody hurt me.
How long you known Mr. Downing?
You know about us, don't you?
Think so, yeah. How long?
I could tell you right
to the minute, but...
let's say... several years.
He's married?
Yes.
Very important man.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, it's incredible, isn't
it, a man like him, with me?
There's something
very special happens.
Sort of like a small miracle
happens between us, you know?
And I...
I don't understand it.
But I will not
question it, and...
It just happens, and it makes
us both very happy and... serene.
Could he have
known Bobby Nelson?
What are you trying to say?
That Brian wants me dead?
You couldn't believe
that, could you?
No.
No, why, if he wanted
that, if he really wanted it,
he wouldn't have
hired a man who failed.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
You know his wife?
No, but I've seen her once.
Does she know about you?
No.
I don't think so.
Darling?
Hmm?
Do you like it?
Smashing.
And me in it?
Smashing.
Then I shall keep it.
How did your
meetings go yesterday?
I won some points, lost others.
Oh, it was the most perfect day.
Beautiful, crystal, sparkling.
You could bathe in it.
We'll have others to share.
Yes.
I'm sure of that.
Many others.
Wear that tonight...
after the conference.
I'll take you to a
glittering place for dinner.
You'll stun them.
As I stun you?
Mm-hmm.
Yes, Operator,
information, please.
Yes, a listing in the city...
for a Miss Martha Howard.
You looking for an apartment?
No, I'm looking
for Bobby Nelson.
He's not in.
Has he lived here long?
- Almost a year.
- Alone?
You some friend of Bobby's?
You're no friend of
Bobby's. Maybe nobody's.
Bobby got a lot of friends, huh?
Only one I know is me.
Where is he, at work?
Looking.
That's work.
Lost his job four
or five months ago.
Got fired.
From where?
Driving a truck for a florist.
Why was he fired?
Who knows? Who cares?
He pays his rent.
Bobby's a nice boy.
But he breaks my
heart sometimes.
Well, yeah, why is that?
He locks himself in his
room for days on end.
I can hear him yelling,
like he was
screaming at the world.
Then, not a sound.
And pretty soon, I hear
him crying like a baby.
I try to help, but
he won't let me.
His mother calls.
I tell him it's his
mother, his own mother.
He won't answer.
May I look at his room?
You out to bust
him or something?
No, I'd just like
to see his room.
Well...
I keep it clean for Bobby.
It's very clean.
Leave my stuff alone!
Leave me alone!
Oh.
This crazy cop's
got it in for me.
He's some kind of sadist!
He's not trying to just bust me.
He wants to hurt me.
He's all freaked out.
Now, I ain't done nothing.
Oh, keep him away
from me, please. Please!
You better get out of here.
Get out!
I must say, I
expected someone...
quite different.
Yes, I'm sure you did.
How did you meet? Work?
No.
Just by chance.
Where?
I, uh...
I go to the museum every S...
every Saturday,
and...
this particular
Saturday, I just...
Look, you don't
want to hear all this.
And from there?
From there, I...
I don't remember exactly.
Only I know that...
it has never seemed
the way it feels right now.
We never meant
for it to come to this.
We never meant
to hurt you. Really.
Mrs. Downing...
Do you find that hard to say?
Yeah.
Try Edith.
He never talked about me, then?
No.
Not by name, he didn't.
But you knew about me.
Yes.
So he could be honest
with you and not with me.
I... I must say, after 17 years,
that isn't very flattering.
No.
How did you find out?
Oh.
That was just chance, too.
About, uh, two months...
Yes, two months ago...
I-I saw him walk into
a florist in Toronto.
He picked out the most
beautiful bouquet of flowers
I've ever seen, and I
saw him write a note.
I waited for those flowers
all that day and the next.
But they were never
delivered to me.
They were delivered to
you by airmail. I checked.
And then I wept.
I plan to weep no more.
You see, Miss Howard,
my husband is a
very important man.
I will not have
his career ruined
by a pathetic and
sordid little affair.
Nor will I have my
own dignity denigrated
any longer.
It would be very
comforting to all concerned
if you decided to
simply get out of his life.
Because I'm not
certain what I will do...
if you don't.
Please.
Well, well, well.
What have we here?
Three little alley cats
looking for action, huh?
How tough are you? Huh?
You don't look so tough to me.
Didn't you see what
your boy did to me, huh?
I'm lucky I'm alive.
Bobby, Bobby,
don't upset yourself.
Sit down. That's right.
I'm bringing charges
of police brutality
against you, Inspector.
Unwarranted
violent, criminal action
on the part of a
sadistic policeman.
What proof do you have, Tomlin?
I've already talked to
your superiors, Stone.
They assure me that the
internal affairs will investigate,
and they're not
going to allow you
to run loose in the streets.
They're gonna tie you to a desk.
One move from you... suspension.
I'm asking you, what
kind of proof do you have?
Proof?
How much proof do you need?
Please, Bobby.
You know the most
you can hope for?
Dismissal,
dishonorable discharge.
You know the least
you can expect?
A sentence for criminal
assault with a deadly weapon.
You understand, of
course, that your fists
are like blunt razors.
I asked you, what
proof do you have?
Proof?
Yes.
Yes, we've got
something better than that.
We have a witness...
Bobby's landlady.
Hey!
- Hey! Hey!
- Bobby?
- Bobby, what happened?
- Oh, did you see?
- You see? He did it again.
- Bob, no. Calm down.
- He's simply a maniac.
- Calm down.
Calm down.
My, my.
You really do have
a temper, don't you?
Will you get out and
take the psycho with you?
You want a piece of
this action, Lieutenant?
I want you to get out.
All right.
Come along, Bobby.
Come on now, come on.
Yeah, that's beautiful.
Just beautiful.
I don't get out here enough.
You know, I think a
good idea would be
if we brought a picnic lunch
out here every once in a while
instead of going to
those hamburger stands
and hot dog stands, diners.
Okay, come on, I
know how you feel.
You're all heated up.
Let's just walk it off.
What kind of a mind do you
think would let himself get
all battered up to a pulp
just so he can ruin you?
Well, you said it to Tomlin.
The guy is a psycho.
Yeah, but who beat
him up and why?
Maybe he asked for
it, maybe he paid for it.
Maybe he even got lucky.
Look, you're not going
to understand his mind,
neither am I, but I'm
gonna tell you one thing...
- I'm gonna get him.
- Oh, no.
You make book on that,
but I'm gonna get that guy.
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'll tell you what
I'll write book on.
If you make a move,
one little, tiny move,
and I'll bet you the department
will kick you out so fast,
- your head'll spin.
- If the department doesn't buy it,
then I've had it anyway.
And that's how that
whole thing got started...
I'm walking around
with my handcuffs on.
So now you're gonna
get bitter on me, too, huh?
Okay, okay.
It's tough knowing that
somebody can get hurt
and you can't do anything
about it, not one solitary thing,
but why don't you look at it
from a different
point of view, huh?
Take a different angle on it.
Guys with badges just like yours
and mine being able to step in
wherever they want to and
start pushing people around.
They had no solid proof at all,
but they still pushed
people around.
What does that
remind you of, huh?
Gestapo maybe?
But what am I gonna do?
It's his word against mine.
My hands are tied.
I'll tell you what you can do.
Why don't you just
think of everything
that you've dug up
already and let me have it?
There's got to be motive
somewhere for murder.
Someplace, sometime that
boy and lady's paths crossed
to set him off.
How could he have given
such a young girl such wisdom?
Hmm?
To have a child say,
"Parting is such sweet sorrow."
Out of the mouths of babes...
Martha, it doesn't
have to end now.
You're a brilliant man, my love,
and you know better.
There's so much more for us.
There's nothing more than
what we've already had.
Darling...
Don't, please don't.
- Hello?
- Uh, be with you in a minute.
There you are,
thank you very much.
Be sure and come back.
I got a nice special
on carnations today.
I understand. Do you deliver?
- Oh, sure.
- Well, pick out a bunch for me.
I want to send
'em to my daughter.
Yeah, more fathers
like you, I could get rich.
You the owner?
Big deal, I'm a slave in a
hothouse, name of Max.
All alone, no help?
I got a couple of neighborhood
kids deliver for me.
Real nice, huh?
Max.
And you still find time
to be a father, huh?
It's a wonderful world, so
why do you want to bust me?
Just some information.
Did you have a boy by the name
of Bobby Nelson working for you?
I fired him.
I heard. Why?
He insulted a customer.
I can't afford locks, so
how can I afford insults?
Who was the customer?
A lady, naturally.
Who sends flowers to a man?
All right, a lady.
What was the lady's name?
Uh, I, I, I got it in the file.
Was it Martha
Howard by any chance?
I don't know.
Well, go in the files
and find it for me,
- will you?
- All right, all right, all right.
Now, uh, do you
want those carnations
- or is that just a police tactic?
- Yeah, I want them.
No, I want them, I want them,
and I want the lady's name, too.
All right, let's...
Martha Howard.
How did you know that?
What was the nature
of her complaint?
She called in.
She was worried about the kid.
Said all she said was he
didn't handle the flowers nice
and then he starts
to yell on her.
"Who do you think you
are... My mother?" he yells
and he throws the
flowers down on the floor.
I mean, this lady
might've felt sorry for him.
That's right.
But how many customers
are gonna feel that way?
Yes.
You got to can a kid
like that, right, right?
Max,
Max, Max, give me another
bunch, will you, please?
Can I use your phone?
Be my guest.
Homicide, Inspector Keller.
Steve, I think I just
busted the case wide open.
Nelson was fired
just like you said.
He was fired
because Martha Howard
called his boss and complained.
Well, he's so bent,
that could be a motive.
It also ties with what
his landlady said
about his hang-up
with his mother.
He flipped out last
time she called.
Well, why don't you call Martha
and make sure
that she's not alone?
Right, see you later.
Airport, please.
Calwest terminal.
Thank you very
much, Mr. Carlson.
And have a nice trip.
Thank you.
What do you want?
Uh, I've got a package
for Miss Howard.
You run fast, maybe you
can catch her at the airport.
Calwest terminal.
- Yes.
- Hello.
My name is Miss
Howard, and I have a,
a reservation on Flight 217.
All aboard Flight 62.
It leaves in 15
minutes at Gate Seven.
Thank you.
United Airlines Mainliner
Shuttle Cruiser Flight
35 to Hawaii, for Honolulu,
now boarding at United
concourse, gate number 22.
All aboard Flight 35.
You could have saved
yourself the bother.
She's not here.
I put her in a
cab to the airport.
Sure is a popular lady today.
What?
Nothing, just there was a
delivery guy here for her, too,
a few minutes ago.
That's all I meant.
This delivery guy...
His face all beaten up?
Yeah, he was kind of beat up.
About your height.
Did you tell him where
Miss Howard was headed?
Yeah, why?
What terminal?
Calwest.
Why?
Miss Martha Howard,
please come to
Calwest ticket counter.
Miss Martha Howard.
Excuse me, you had a
page for a Miss Howard.
Oh, yes, Miss Howard.
A gentleman called and
left a message for you.
Mr. Downing?
He didn't give a name,
just the message.
Please meet him
on the flight deck.
He's waiting for you.
Oh, thank you, thank you.
I'll take this side.
If you find him before
I do, by the book.
Hello, Miss Howard!
You're not going anywhere.
♪♪
Nelson, halt or I'll shoot!
♪♪
Yeah.
Still alone.
Not really.
Who are you going
home to tonight?
She'll be all right.
Okay, okay.
What did she say?
Solitude is a welcome caller.
Hmm, you know, I think she's
really got something there.
All units, 916 at
Vallejo and Powell.
See the man at
212 South Vallejo.
Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters.
Will respond to 916.
Tired.
All you need is a hot bath...
your girl's nice,
soothing touch.
All right, Doc, give
me the prescription.
I'm ready, I'm ready.
You got it, you got
it, on your own time.
Attention, all units,
attention, all units.
909-X at phone booth,
Clay and Leavenworth.
Woman states man attempted to
run her down with an automobile.
Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters.
Will respond.
909-X.
No!
No!
Get away!
No, get away, get away!
- Come on, let us in. -No!
- You all right, ma'am?
It's okay.
No!
- No!
- We're the police.
We're the police.
- Come on, let us in.
- It's all right, ma'am.
Nothing to be
frightened of, come on.
He kept trying to hit me.
He kept trying to
hit me with that car.
- It's all right, ma'am.
- It's okay, ma'am.
- Everything's going to be all right.
- It's okay.
- There's nothing to worry about.
- He kept trying to hit me
over and over
like a stray animal.
- Who was it, ma'am?
- I don't know.
He was in some car and he
kept trying to hit me over and over.
He kept trying to
kill me with that car.
It's all right.
We're gonna take you
home right now, ma'am.
- Come on.
- We're gonna take you home.
Come on, we'll take you home.
- Come on, come on.
- He kept trying,
trying to hit me with that car.
Is that the only outside entry?
Yeah.
Nice place.
Oh, I'm sorry I
kept you so long.
No problem, Mrs. Howard.
Oh, it's Miss.
Are you feeling better now?
Yes, I am, much better.
You cold?
I can't seem to control this.
I'm sorry.
There's nothing
to apologize about.
You suffered a shock.
You want to see a doctor?
No, no, I'm feeling
much better, really.
Thank you very much.
You didn't recognize the
person that tried to run you over?
No.
- You're positive of that?
- Yes.
Could you describe him?
I wish I could; I'd
feel much safer.
I can't.
Could it have been
the same person
that followed you
home from the movies?
I don't know, I can't be sure.
I just, I just can't be sure.
But you were followed...
You're sure of that?
Yes.
Every time I kept
looking back...
he'd disappear
into the darkness.
And then?
And then somebody
did try to kill me.
I mean, it was a nightmare,
but it was no dream.
Well, at least we have
a description of the car,
and we'll keep the case open,
but if you remember
anything at all, anything,
feel free to call us.
Yes, thank you very much.
You've really been gentlemen.
Truly gentle.
- Good night. -Good night.
- Do you live alone?
Oh, yes.
Oh, but I'm not lonely.
Loneliness is bad,
but solitude... It's
an honored guest,
a welcome caller.
Good night.
- Good night.
- And thank you again.
♪♪
Flight 29 from Toronto,
now unloading... Gate Three.
Edith, darling, you
go to the cab stand.
I'll see to the luggage.
Listen, I got something.
Yeah, a lead on that
pawnbroker killing?
No, no, no, I'm
still working on that.
Oh, I thought you maybe
broke that one wide open.
Okay, what have you got?
Description of the car in
the Martha Howard case.
- They just found it...
- Found abandoned, mm-hmm, in an alley.
It was between, uh,
Fourth Street and Brannan.
Stolen vehicle.
'67 blue Ford wagon
reported stolen three days ago
by Mrs. Emma Lang.
Now held in the police garage.
No identifiable fingerprints.
Just, just always one step
ahead of me, aren't you?
Well, just let me tell
you what the next step is.
There is nowhere else to go.
Somebody tried to kill her.
So says a gentle, lonely lady.
You don't believe her?
Within the period of
the last five years...
Wait a minute,
where's that report?
Here it is.
Within the last five years
the police have been summoned
twice by a Martha Howard.
The same Martha?
The same... I checked it out.
The first time it was a
prowler, the second time...
a Peeping Tom
watching her take a bath.
She couldn't prove it,
no shred of evidence, she
couldn't identify anyone,
and this time she called from a
phone booth on a deserted street
and said that somebody
was going to murder her.
She couldn't identify him.
Look, what we've got to do
is bust that pawnbroker case.
That's the one.
So you just get
those old, tired legs
of yours in shape.
So that's it for
Martha Howard, huh?
There's nothing more
we can do for her.
I grant you, she's
a lovely lady.
But maybe, huh, just
maybe a little bit up here?
Don't you think?
Who is it?
Brian.
Darling.
I have waited so long for this.
I don't mind telling you.
It always amazes me.
How many times has it been?
Still it fills me with wonder.
The minute I see you,
the minute I touch you,
everything falls into
place, everything is serene.
Says the prince to the clown.
Is everything okay?
Do you need anything?
Only you.
But then the Dominion of Canada
just has the pleasure of
your company occasionally.
- Martha...
- There was one thing.
Hmm?
That was your wife?
Yes.
She was lovely.
She's never been to
San Francisco before.
I know.
She insisted on
coming with me this time.
Women often ask
that of their husbands.
We'll be together.
I'll work something out.
I can just see the headlines.
"Cabinet Minister Works It
Out with Middle-Aged Mistress."
Who is young of heart.
It's skipping rope right now.
♪♪
Hello?
You're dead, Martha.
Think about that.
You're dead, and
you don't know it.
Homicide, Lieutenant Stone.
Listen, I finally caught
up with Minnie Lane.
I think he's ready to talk
about the pawnbroker killing,
but he wants protection.
I suggest you put a
tail on him right now.
He's got it.
Listen, a message
just came in for you.
Martha Howard.
I think you'd
better get with her.
She's making those
panic sounds again.
You're dead, Martha.
Think about that.
You're dead, and
you don't even know it.
You see?
You recognize the voice?
No.
You had any previous
phone calls like this?
No, no. Never.
Not ever.
Do you run some sort of
business from this apartment,
either mail-order catalogs,
magazine subscriptions,
anything like that?
No. You're...
you're wondering
why a person like me
would have a contraption
like that on her telephone.
Guess you found me out, yeah.
Well, you're
gonna think I'm silly.
No, I don't, no.
Well, sometimes
when the solitude...
gets to be too
much, you know, I...
I listen to conversations
that I've had.
Sometimes I play
them over and...
and over and...
You know, the most
interesting ones.
The long-distance ones.
You think I'm mad, don't you?
Huh?
Of course you do.
Because I have, I have
called the police, several times,
when I've been
terribly frightened.
But I didn't have any proof.
But now I do have proof.
I have proof that I'm not
lying, that I'm not neurotic,
and that I'm not some...
desperate, lonely old maid
who's just so forlorn she has
to beg for a man's company.
Even if it's a policeman's.
Why would someone
want to kill you?
I don't know.
Well, think about
it for a minute.
Somebody you crossed.
- Maybe somebody you hurt.
- But I, uh...
I haven't hurt anybody.
Maybe without even knowing it.
But I would know it.
That's a very handsome
man... Is he a friend of yours?
Oh. No. No, that's my brother.
Does he know what happened?
Huh? Oh, no, he lives
outside the country, and...
I just wouldn't
want to bother him.
Maybe you ought to leave
the city and go visit him.
No, he has a lot of
responsibilities, and...
See, Miss Howard, I think
you're holding something back,
and there's no way I can help
you unless you level with me.
Well...
just please don't
let me get killed.
Okay.
So, I'm gonna have to
take this with me, all right?
All right.
Stay here, stay here.
Is Miss Howard in?
Yeah, yeah.
It's your brother.
Who are you?
Inspector Keller, San
Francisco Police Department.
Police? Martha,
what goes on here?
I lied. When he saw your
photograph, I lied to him.
You see? You
could have phoned...
Why are you here?
- It's nothing, Brian, really.
- Why?
The other night
someone tried to kill her,
and today she got a
threatening phone call.
Why didn't you tell me?
Honey, it's just some cruel
joke somebody is playing.
Besides, I've been...
I've been seeing
too many movies, that's all.
It's not her imagination.
I really don't think
it's much of a joke.
What are you doing about it?
We're working as fast as we can.
Without any
witnesses or evidence,
we need all the help we can get.
Maybe you can offer some,
uh... It is Mr. Downing, isn't it?
Yes, Brian Downing.
Well, that's all right, sir.
I don't need to see a card...
I recognize your photograph.
Heard a couple of your
speeches; like what you have to say.
Thank you, Mr. Keller.
But back to this situation.
That's all that concerns
me at the moment.
I hope it's all that
concerns you.
It is, Mr. Downing, it is.
- Miss Howard, take care.
- Thank you.
Darling...
You promised us a day.
Is this it?
But you're in danger.
Listen, you're going
to forget all about that.
I will not be a cross
for you to bear.
And besides, I'm the
policeman's darling,
and they're paid to protect me.
If I need protection.
But all I really need
is for you to love me.
Will you have lunch
with me, Miss Howard?
I'd love to, but...
She's on a shopping spree.
It'll take the whole day.
Sausalito?
Yes.
I'll be just a minute, okay?
You're dead, Martha.
Think about that.
You're dead, and
you don't even know it.
Which proves she's not, uh...
Okay. So what have we got?
We've got a single lady
whose life is in danger.
- We also got a liar.
- Come again?
The photograph of the
man in her apartment,
she told me it was
her brother... no way.
So what's the harm?
The guy's Brian Downing.
- He's a big mocker in Canada.
- Cabinet minister, right?
- That's right.
- So what's he doing here?
Well, he comes
here for business.
Okay, he's not her brother.
So he's a friend.
A little more.
More?
- More?
- Yeah.
Oh, well, now,
that's very interesting.
'Cause, uh...
she's not exactly a
centerfold, is she?
No. I don't know,
though, I, uh...
I once fell in love with
my history teacher.
She walked like a pigeon,
but there was something
about her that was just far out.
Isn't that nice.
Where does it lead?
All right, Downing's wife
came to town with him.
Now, maybe Downing's
tired of the affair,
wanted to get rid of
her and hired a killer.
'Course, I can think of easier
ways to end a relationship.
You say his wife
is here with him?
That's right.
Well, if she knows about them...
she's got motive.
Maybe, yeah.
I don't know.
I don't know, and we don't
have anything to go on.
There's no scouting report,
there's no instant replay...
Nothing, nothing at
all except that tape!
What we have is a... a
pawnbroker named Taylor,
and he's been murdered!
Now, that is something
we can go on.
It's been done.
Minnie Lane's
spilling the whole story
to the D.A. right now.
You turned him?
I brought him in
on another charge,
promised him he
wouldn't get a jacket.
That's good, that's very good.
But what about Martha Howard?!
There is nothing more
we can do on that!
♪♪
♪♪
You keep long hours, don't you?
Well, you've been gone
a little while yourself.
Yes, I have had a lovely day,
and I am going to go upstairs
and relive every moment of it.
You see that? Here I was
worrying about you, too.
All through the dinner hour?
Well, that's the nice thing
about daylight savings...
Keeps you thin.
You're never
hungry till after dark.
- By then, it's too late anyway.
- Yes.
Would you mind if I
took a look around first?
Oh, no. Please,
I'd appreciate that.
I don't remember
leaving that window open.
Oh, yes, I do.
I left so quickly.
Sorry.
Well...
Okay, it's all clear.
- Thank you very much.
- You're very welcome.
You'll lock the door
up after I leave?
- Huh? Yeah.
- Great.
Good night.
Good night, and thank you again.
- Okay.
- Bye-bye.
Inspector!
He went through
the window. In here.
Be careful.
♪♪
- So?
- We released him, Steve.
Capiello, you got
to be kidding me.
No way. Insufficient evidence.
Bringing him to trial
for attempted murder
would be foolish, unrealistic.
Insufficient evidence?
But he tried to kill me!
We have no proof
of that, Miss Howard.
You couldn't identify him
as the man in the closet.
But-but he was wearing a mask.
He wasn't when you
hassled him, was he, Steve?
- He threw it away.
- Did you see him do that?
- No, but there's no way...
- Are you gonna go find it?
I mean, alleys are littered
with torn ladies' stockings.
Yes, but his clothes, they...
Miss Howard,
kids all over the city
wear the same clothes
as Bobby Nelson.
Now, maybe some of
them have weapons.
Nelson didn't.
Oh, man, he
almost killed a lady.
I chased him halfway across...
What was he running from...
I've been at this
game too long, Steve,
but so far I have not
come across a law
that says you can't
run across a roof!
Oh, and something else...
He's accusing you of brutality.
He said that you
failed to identify yourself
as an officer of the law,
and that your attitude was
menacing and dangerous,
and that he ran away from
you out of fear for his life,
and that you beat him up.
Now, those weren't his
words, exactly, Steve...
Expletive deleted, you know?
I'm paraphrasing
with a little legalese.
Oh, now, wait-wait a minute now.
How would you say
that you're letting a potential
killer run loose in legalese?
You like the way the
department's being accused
of brutality, Stone?
I mean, it hasn't
suffered enough of that?
Next time, nail it
down, Keller... tight.
What you gave me to go in
with now was a bagful of nothing.
You heard the man, didn't you?
You know, you
better listen to him,
because a pig can get
himself in an awful lot of trouble
if he don't keep his nose clean.
You, too, lady. You
know, you ain't got no...
Hey, get your hands
off of me! No, no.
- No, Steve!
- Hey!
What do you want to do, huh?
You want to beat
up on me again, huh?
Huh? You know, that cop's
got something in for me.
He's some kind of sick cop!
I never did nothing
to him. Nothing!
Go home, sonny. It's all over.
Don't you ever...
Don't you ever
call me that again.
You take Miss Howard home.
You're sure you don't know him?
There are so many
anonymous people in the world,
aren't there?
I mean, I was
one before all this.
I may have seen him,
I don't know where,
under what circumstances, but
our paths might have crossed.
I can't be sure.
But I do know that I...
that I never hurt him.
I would have remembered that.
I hope the same as I would
remember if somebody hurt me.
How long you known Mr. Downing?
You know about us, don't you?
Think so, yeah. How long?
I could tell you right
to the minute, but...
let's say... several years.
He's married?
Yes.
Very important man.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, it's incredible, isn't
it, a man like him, with me?
There's something
very special happens.
Sort of like a small miracle
happens between us, you know?
And I...
I don't understand it.
But I will not
question it, and...
It just happens, and it makes
us both very happy and... serene.
Could he have
known Bobby Nelson?
What are you trying to say?
That Brian wants me dead?
You couldn't believe
that, could you?
No.
No, why, if he wanted
that, if he really wanted it,
he wouldn't have
hired a man who failed.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
You know his wife?
No, but I've seen her once.
Does she know about you?
No.
I don't think so.
Darling?
Hmm?
Do you like it?
Smashing.
And me in it?
Smashing.
Then I shall keep it.
How did your
meetings go yesterday?
I won some points, lost others.
Oh, it was the most perfect day.
Beautiful, crystal, sparkling.
You could bathe in it.
We'll have others to share.
Yes.
I'm sure of that.
Many others.
Wear that tonight...
after the conference.
I'll take you to a
glittering place for dinner.
You'll stun them.
As I stun you?
Mm-hmm.
Yes, Operator,
information, please.
Yes, a listing in the city...
for a Miss Martha Howard.
You looking for an apartment?
No, I'm looking
for Bobby Nelson.
He's not in.
Has he lived here long?
- Almost a year.
- Alone?
You some friend of Bobby's?
You're no friend of
Bobby's. Maybe nobody's.
Bobby got a lot of friends, huh?
Only one I know is me.
Where is he, at work?
Looking.
That's work.
Lost his job four
or five months ago.
Got fired.
From where?
Driving a truck for a florist.
Why was he fired?
Who knows? Who cares?
He pays his rent.
Bobby's a nice boy.
But he breaks my
heart sometimes.
Well, yeah, why is that?
He locks himself in his
room for days on end.
I can hear him yelling,
like he was
screaming at the world.
Then, not a sound.
And pretty soon, I hear
him crying like a baby.
I try to help, but
he won't let me.
His mother calls.
I tell him it's his
mother, his own mother.
He won't answer.
May I look at his room?
You out to bust
him or something?
No, I'd just like
to see his room.
Well...
I keep it clean for Bobby.
It's very clean.
Leave my stuff alone!
Leave me alone!
Oh.
This crazy cop's
got it in for me.
He's some kind of sadist!
He's not trying to just bust me.
He wants to hurt me.
He's all freaked out.
Now, I ain't done nothing.
Oh, keep him away
from me, please. Please!
You better get out of here.
Get out!
I must say, I
expected someone...
quite different.
Yes, I'm sure you did.
How did you meet? Work?
No.
Just by chance.
Where?
I, uh...
I go to the museum every S...
every Saturday,
and...
this particular
Saturday, I just...
Look, you don't
want to hear all this.
And from there?
From there, I...
I don't remember exactly.
Only I know that...
it has never seemed
the way it feels right now.
We never meant
for it to come to this.
We never meant
to hurt you. Really.
Mrs. Downing...
Do you find that hard to say?
Yeah.
Try Edith.
He never talked about me, then?
No.
Not by name, he didn't.
But you knew about me.
Yes.
So he could be honest
with you and not with me.
I... I must say, after 17 years,
that isn't very flattering.
No.
How did you find out?
Oh.
That was just chance, too.
About, uh, two months...
Yes, two months ago...
I-I saw him walk into
a florist in Toronto.
He picked out the most
beautiful bouquet of flowers
I've ever seen, and I
saw him write a note.
I waited for those flowers
all that day and the next.
But they were never
delivered to me.
They were delivered to
you by airmail. I checked.
And then I wept.
I plan to weep no more.
You see, Miss Howard,
my husband is a
very important man.
I will not have
his career ruined
by a pathetic and
sordid little affair.
Nor will I have my
own dignity denigrated
any longer.
It would be very
comforting to all concerned
if you decided to
simply get out of his life.
Because I'm not
certain what I will do...
if you don't.
Please.
Well, well, well.
What have we here?
Three little alley cats
looking for action, huh?
How tough are you? Huh?
You don't look so tough to me.
Didn't you see what
your boy did to me, huh?
I'm lucky I'm alive.
Bobby, Bobby,
don't upset yourself.
Sit down. That's right.
I'm bringing charges
of police brutality
against you, Inspector.
Unwarranted
violent, criminal action
on the part of a
sadistic policeman.
What proof do you have, Tomlin?
I've already talked to
your superiors, Stone.
They assure me that the
internal affairs will investigate,
and they're not
going to allow you
to run loose in the streets.
They're gonna tie you to a desk.
One move from you... suspension.
I'm asking you, what
kind of proof do you have?
Proof?
How much proof do you need?
Please, Bobby.
You know the most
you can hope for?
Dismissal,
dishonorable discharge.
You know the least
you can expect?
A sentence for criminal
assault with a deadly weapon.
You understand, of
course, that your fists
are like blunt razors.
I asked you, what
proof do you have?
Proof?
Yes.
Yes, we've got
something better than that.
We have a witness...
Bobby's landlady.
Hey!
- Hey! Hey!
- Bobby?
- Bobby, what happened?
- Oh, did you see?
- You see? He did it again.
- Bob, no. Calm down.
- He's simply a maniac.
- Calm down.
Calm down.
My, my.
You really do have
a temper, don't you?
Will you get out and
take the psycho with you?
You want a piece of
this action, Lieutenant?
I want you to get out.
All right.
Come along, Bobby.
Come on now, come on.
Yeah, that's beautiful.
Just beautiful.
I don't get out here enough.
You know, I think a
good idea would be
if we brought a picnic lunch
out here every once in a while
instead of going to
those hamburger stands
and hot dog stands, diners.
Okay, come on, I
know how you feel.
You're all heated up.
Let's just walk it off.
What kind of a mind do you
think would let himself get
all battered up to a pulp
just so he can ruin you?
Well, you said it to Tomlin.
The guy is a psycho.
Yeah, but who beat
him up and why?
Maybe he asked for
it, maybe he paid for it.
Maybe he even got lucky.
Look, you're not going
to understand his mind,
neither am I, but I'm
gonna tell you one thing...
- I'm gonna get him.
- Oh, no.
You make book on that,
but I'm gonna get that guy.
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'll tell you what
I'll write book on.
If you make a move,
one little, tiny move,
and I'll bet you the department
will kick you out so fast,
- your head'll spin.
- If the department doesn't buy it,
then I've had it anyway.
And that's how that
whole thing got started...
I'm walking around
with my handcuffs on.
So now you're gonna
get bitter on me, too, huh?
Okay, okay.
It's tough knowing that
somebody can get hurt
and you can't do anything
about it, not one solitary thing,
but why don't you look at it
from a different
point of view, huh?
Take a different angle on it.
Guys with badges just like yours
and mine being able to step in
wherever they want to and
start pushing people around.
They had no solid proof at all,
but they still pushed
people around.
What does that
remind you of, huh?
Gestapo maybe?
But what am I gonna do?
It's his word against mine.
My hands are tied.
I'll tell you what you can do.
Why don't you just
think of everything
that you've dug up
already and let me have it?
There's got to be motive
somewhere for murder.
Someplace, sometime that
boy and lady's paths crossed
to set him off.
How could he have given
such a young girl such wisdom?
Hmm?
To have a child say,
"Parting is such sweet sorrow."
Out of the mouths of babes...
Martha, it doesn't
have to end now.
You're a brilliant man, my love,
and you know better.
There's so much more for us.
There's nothing more than
what we've already had.
Darling...
Don't, please don't.
- Hello?
- Uh, be with you in a minute.
There you are,
thank you very much.
Be sure and come back.
I got a nice special
on carnations today.
I understand. Do you deliver?
- Oh, sure.
- Well, pick out a bunch for me.
I want to send
'em to my daughter.
Yeah, more fathers
like you, I could get rich.
You the owner?
Big deal, I'm a slave in a
hothouse, name of Max.
All alone, no help?
I got a couple of neighborhood
kids deliver for me.
Real nice, huh?
Max.
And you still find time
to be a father, huh?
It's a wonderful world, so
why do you want to bust me?
Just some information.
Did you have a boy by the name
of Bobby Nelson working for you?
I fired him.
I heard. Why?
He insulted a customer.
I can't afford locks, so
how can I afford insults?
Who was the customer?
A lady, naturally.
Who sends flowers to a man?
All right, a lady.
What was the lady's name?
Uh, I, I, I got it in the file.
Was it Martha
Howard by any chance?
I don't know.
Well, go in the files
and find it for me,
- will you?
- All right, all right, all right.
Now, uh, do you
want those carnations
- or is that just a police tactic?
- Yeah, I want them.
No, I want them, I want them,
and I want the lady's name, too.
All right, let's...
Martha Howard.
How did you know that?
What was the nature
of her complaint?
She called in.
She was worried about the kid.
Said all she said was he
didn't handle the flowers nice
and then he starts
to yell on her.
"Who do you think you
are... My mother?" he yells
and he throws the
flowers down on the floor.
I mean, this lady
might've felt sorry for him.
That's right.
But how many customers
are gonna feel that way?
Yes.
You got to can a kid
like that, right, right?
Max,
Max, Max, give me another
bunch, will you, please?
Can I use your phone?
Be my guest.
Homicide, Inspector Keller.
Steve, I think I just
busted the case wide open.
Nelson was fired
just like you said.
He was fired
because Martha Howard
called his boss and complained.
Well, he's so bent,
that could be a motive.
It also ties with what
his landlady said
about his hang-up
with his mother.
He flipped out last
time she called.
Well, why don't you call Martha
and make sure
that she's not alone?
Right, see you later.
Airport, please.
Calwest terminal.
Thank you very
much, Mr. Carlson.
And have a nice trip.
Thank you.
What do you want?
Uh, I've got a package
for Miss Howard.
You run fast, maybe you
can catch her at the airport.
Calwest terminal.
- Yes.
- Hello.
My name is Miss
Howard, and I have a,
a reservation on Flight 217.
All aboard Flight 62.
It leaves in 15
minutes at Gate Seven.
Thank you.
United Airlines Mainliner
Shuttle Cruiser Flight
35 to Hawaii, for Honolulu,
now boarding at United
concourse, gate number 22.
All aboard Flight 35.
You could have saved
yourself the bother.
She's not here.
I put her in a
cab to the airport.
Sure is a popular lady today.
What?
Nothing, just there was a
delivery guy here for her, too,
a few minutes ago.
That's all I meant.
This delivery guy...
His face all beaten up?
Yeah, he was kind of beat up.
About your height.
Did you tell him where
Miss Howard was headed?
Yeah, why?
What terminal?
Calwest.
Why?
Miss Martha Howard,
please come to
Calwest ticket counter.
Miss Martha Howard.
Excuse me, you had a
page for a Miss Howard.
Oh, yes, Miss Howard.
A gentleman called and
left a message for you.
Mr. Downing?
He didn't give a name,
just the message.
Please meet him
on the flight deck.
He's waiting for you.
Oh, thank you, thank you.
I'll take this side.
If you find him before
I do, by the book.
Hello, Miss Howard!
You're not going anywhere.
♪♪
Nelson, halt or I'll shoot!
♪♪
Yeah.
Still alone.
Not really.
Who are you going
home to tonight?
She'll be all right.
Okay, okay.
What did she say?
Solitude is a welcome caller.
Hmm, you know, I think she's
really got something there.
All units, 916 at
Vallejo and Powell.
See the man at
212 South Vallejo.
Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters.
Will respond to 916.