The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 7 - Jacob's Boy - full transcript
Better start playing that
umpah-umpah music, fellas,
'cause I am about to
grab me the brass ring.
500? That monkey ain't
gonna pay you nothing.
He'll break your head for you,
but he ain't gonna
pay you nothing.
Oh, he will, or he gets
whistleblowed back
to that Tuscaloosa Prison farm.
Yeah, but what if he does you
like you said he
done that guard, huh?
But he don't want no trouble.
I knew that the other
day when I run into him.
Now, all I want is that
brass ring just this one time.
Oh, now, stick around.
I'll buy you a beer
in a few minutes.
Matter of fact, I'll buy
you two beers each.
Earl, how are you?
Uh, we'll go outside
and talk, huh?
I tell you true.
Twice 25 years
wouldn't be long enough
to forget the looks
of that screw's head
after you bashed him.
I know. I remember.
Look, he deserved to die.
Yeah...
You were just trying to
help that kid he was hassling.
I mean, you had to run.
Yes.
Uh, the pity was,
you had so little
time left to serve.
Now, you got my word.
It's just this one time.
If it wasn't for my wife
needing all that medicine, I...
I got to say, coming
on you when I did,
after all these years...
It was providence,
pure and simple.
Yes.
Providence.
I never want to see
you again, Hoby.
That was no trouble
at all, was it, Hoby?
Oh, it's like I told you. Hey,
how about them beers now?
Come on now. Let me
look at. Let me see it.
Hey, that brass ring's
only gonna make your
finger all green anyway.
Yeah.
No, come on, Frenchy.
Give me back now. Come on.
- No, no, no. Look...
- Come on, you guys.
Hoby, that's all right.
Is that really $500, Frenchy?
I don't know. Let me count it.
Don't worry, Hoby.
We'll split it with you.
We'll get more than a couple of
beers out of this one, won't we?
Hey, Hoby, come
on, don't feel bad.
Come on, Hoby. We'd... We-we...
Hoby, come on, wake up.
Hoby!
Hob...
I think he's dead.
Hoby? Hoby!
Come on, Hoby, get up!
Police! Over here.
My friend... I
think he's... he's...
Get an ambulance. I think
he's dead. I don't know.
Well, good morning.
Don't they put alarms
on clocks anymore?
You remember, I did not
finish typing that report
till after 1:00 a.m.
I remember, and I didn't
finish reading it until 2:00 a.m.
But my alarm clock went
off at 6:30, just like always.
You know what
I'd do if I were you?
Yeah, what's that?
I'd take that clock
and stick it in your closet.
Very funny.
Easy, easy on the sugar.
It's not for you.
It's for him. Come on.
Here you go. Heavy on the sugar.
Oh, thank you very
much, Lieutenant.
Good morning, Art.
This is Mr. Franklin.
Hubert Franklin.
Oh, no. Gimp. Call
me Gimp, please.
This is Inspector Keller.
Pleasure to meet you, Inspector.
Gimp.
A friend of his
was killed last night.
Only, Ho... Hoby
wasn't a-a real friend.
You know, not a friend, friend.
He was sort of an
acquaintance friend.
You know what I mean?
What was Hoby's last name?
Hoby. Just Hoby.
He was new guy in
town, from down South.
Uh, tall, skinny,
weird-looking guy.
We're running a make
on his fingerprints.
Did you already get this?
I haven't started yet.
I got in a little
late this morning.
We was sitting in
this bar on Farrell,
having a little taste, you know.
Hoby was waiting for a meet
with some guy he
knows from way back.
Just bumped into
him a few days ago.
Then this guy comes in,
and it's this black guy.
Big, mean-looking
son of a gun, you know.
So, uh, they leave together.
So, I followed 'em. I
mean, I don't know.
It was the way Hoby
was, uh, acting...
Nervous-like, so, you know.
So, they go into this alley,
and they're talking nice
and easy, and all of a sudden,
this black guy hauls
off, cold cocks Hoby.
He goes down, and he don't move.
I look up.
The black guy does a disappear.
Oh, I'm standing there
in the alley by myself,
screaming for the cops.
So, I'm yelling my head off.
Suddenly, a cop car comes up,
two guys come up to me, and, uh,
Hoby's dead. Here I am.
That's it?
Yeah, that's it, that's it.
Well, here's a copy
of the description
he gave the officers.
Any I.D. from the
other people in the bar?
No, nothing.
You said they ran into one
another a few days ago?
Yeah, that's right, in
this, uh, dry cleaning place
Hoby used to work in
off and on, Sutton Street.
Uh... I can't remember the name.
So, you're not planning
on leaving town in
the next few days,
are you, Mr. Franklin?
Gimp, please. No,
I got nowhere to go.
No way to get there.
Well, we can contact
you at this address?
Yeah, that's right.
I mean, if I can afford
the flop, I will be there.
Well, if you happen
to move, let us know.
We would like you to
make the identification.
Oh, sure thing. Sure
thing, Lieutenant.
Listen, any help I can
be, anything I can do.
- Anytime. Anytime.
- Thanks a lot.
- You're a big help.
- See you around, Captain.
- Okay.
- Okay. That's all?
- That's all.
- Okay.
Mm. Mm, mm, mm.
Listen, uh, look through
the yellow pages,
will you, Steve? Dry
cleaners on Sutton Street.
Okay.
Got in a little late
this morning, huh?
Thought the alarm
went off at 6:30.
It did... but it
was in the closet.
ANNOUNCER: It's a curve ball.
And it's rolling to the wall.
Kingman comes in to
score. Speier to score.
He's around third.
Here comes the
throw. It's on the money.
He slides... he's... in there.
He scores. Three
to two... Giants.
Three to two?! What happened?
You gave up too soon,
that's what happened.
Down by two in the ninth
with Mike Marshall
working against them.
Man, how'd they do it?
Oh, Bob Bonds delivers
with a two-out double,
and the Giants beat the Dodgers.
We'll be back in a minute
with a postgame
wrap-up, so don't go away.
Man, Bobby Bonds did it, huh?
Man, he's the
greatest, isn't he?
Better than Bad Henry?
Well, nobody's better than him.
Oh, what about the Babe?
He did what he did a lot sooner.
Well, so I heard.
But could he do it
against today's pitchers?
Oh, that's like the argument
about Joe Louis
and Mohammed All.
And we're never
gonna know, are we?
Come on, that's a
copout if I ever heard one.
Oh.
Let me see. Well,
what do you think?
Mm, not bad. Looks pretty good.
Hey, Jacob, feel like catching
that doubleheader tomorrow?
You know your dad's coming
in on the 12:20 flight tomorrow.
Well, the second game won't
start till after 5:00 some time.
Don't you think it would be
nice if we had dinner with him?
If you say, Jacob.
Certainly I know him.
He was a floater. Worth nothing.
Hoby Shuttleworth. Nothing.
But Uncle Sam says,
two dollars an hour,
so, two dollars an hour he gets.
And what do I get? Nothing.
From a floater, you get nothing.
I'm sorry he's dead.
Mr. Horowitz, we understand
he met the man who
might have killed him here.
Maybe somebody
who worked for you?
A maybe-killer works for me?
Black guy about 40?
No.
A driver maybe?
Oh, around six feet
tall, 180, 190 pounds?
Nobody who makes deliveries
here fits that description.
What about a customer?
Oh. Them I got in all sizes.
The size you want, let me see.
Of course, there's a guy who's
been coming here for years.
A big guy, like you said.
What's his name?
Willis. Jacob Willis.
He's been a customer
here for over ten years.
He's a maybe killer, huh?
You'd never know.
What about an address?
Of course.
Here we are.
Jacob Willis. 1335 Denby Street.
You just never know, do you?
Mr. Todd.
Hello, Jacob. How are you?
Oh, fine. You're a day early.
- Yeah, well... Yeah, thank you.
- Okay.
Well, the staff had
everything lined up so well,
by the time I got there,
all I had to do was
sign the contracts.
Then it went through?
- Oh, yeah.
- Congratulations.
Yeah, I'll tell you, if
things keep going this well,
we're going to have to start
another subsidiary company.
How's the chances for getting
the big executive for a day?
What did you have in mind?
Well, there's a doubleheader
at Candlestick tomorrow.
I thought maybe you
and Peter and me.
Well, that sounds
great, but I, uh...
I've got that Lisbon
trip next Thursday,
and I got a lot of
meetings before that. I...
Yeah, you missed
the fishing trip with us.
Summer vacation will be
over before you're back.
Well, there's a
summer vacation...
Boy, where does the time go?
Oh, it just goes.
Hey, Jacob, did you see
this new camping catalogue?
It's got some great s...
Peter, how are you?
- You look good.
- Oh, hi, Father.
- Welcome home, sir.
- Thank you.
How was your trip?
Oh, it was great.
Yeah, it was very successful.
Now, you ought to come
along with me sometime, Peter.
See how the old man operates.
Well, I'm glad it was
so successful, Father.
Jacob?
Oh, no, thank you, sir.
Yeah.
Well, I understand you two
are planning a camping trip?
Well, we-we talked about,
uh, getting off for a few days.
Yeah.
Gee, I wish I had the time.
We could, uh... we could go
back to Africa, the three of us.
Your mother used
to love it in Africa.
I remember...
Well, that was a long time ago.
I understand it's all
different now anyway, but, uh,
we really should plan something,
you know, some time
when I can join you.
Mr. Willis gets no mail at all.
He very seldom comes here.
Well, why is that,
Mrs. Anderson?
He lives where he works.
Where is that?
I don't know.
Wait a minute.
He's lived here for 15 years,
and you don't know
where he works?
My husband and I just
bought this building last May.
Oh, quite a library.
Shakespeare, Emerson, Thoreau.
He's got some
good jazz sides, too.
And also classic.
Kind of strange, a man
keeping a place here
when he lives where he works.
Nothing strange about wanting
a place of your own, Inspector.
My husband and I rented
two rooms for nearly 20 years
when we were
working as domestics.
Is this Mr. Willis here?
Yes, it is.
And the boy? Who's the boy?
I don't know.
New plates. Has to
be a recent picture.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Thank you very
much for your help.
I hope it's nothing serious
you're looking for him for.
You know... I hope so, too.
Thank you.
Peter, how would you, uh...?
How would you like to go to
Lisbon with me next week?
- Lisbon?
- Mm-hmm.
Surprised?
Uh... yes, sir.
Not too pleasantly, though, huh?
Uh, Peter and I had been talking
about spending the
last part of the summer
up at my cabin near
Santa Rosa, but if
you two got to go away
together, I think that...
I'll get it.
Well, how about that?
Now, I thought that might
be, um, rather exciting to him.
And it is, but you know how
he feels about the country, sir.
And I guess, well...
Well, we had planned
to spend part of our...
Come on, Jacob.
Look, I offer the kid Europe,
and he'd rather spend the time
at your cabin in the redwoods
where he's already been,
what, two-two dozen times?
How blasé can you get?
No, no, no. It-It's
not that he's blasé.
I know what it is.
He'd rather spend the
time with you, that's obvious.
Okay, look, I'm... I'm sorry.
Let's just forget about it.
If it's that obvious,
then it should be
also understandable.
Maybe.
Jacob?
There are two
policemen out there.
They want to talk to you.
- Police?
- Yes, sir.
Thank you, Peter.
Oh, wait a minute, Jacob.
Do you want me to
come out there with you?
Maybe you'd better.
I'm Jacob Willis, gentlemen.
You want to see me?
Yes, I'm Lieutenant Stone.
This is Inspector Keller.
My employer, Mr. Todd.
- How are you?
- How do you do?
You mind if I, uh... if I
ask what this is all about?
Homicide. A
friend of Mr. Willis'.
You do know a man named,
uh, Shuttleworth, don't you?
Hoby Shuttleworth?
He's dead?
Mm-hmm. He was killed last
night behind a bar on Farrell Street.
Were you at that bar?
Mr. Willis, I asked
you a question.
Your being here to ask
these questions seems
to say you have some
evidence, Lieutenant.
You wish to remain silent?
I think so.
Steve.
Just, just a minute now.
Lieutenant, I've, I've
known this man personally
for over 15 years.
Now you come into my house...
Mr. Todd.
Now just wait a minute.
On what charge are
you arresting him?
Suspicion of murder.
It's intriguing,
isn't it, Inspector?
Distance between
us is just a few feet...
and yet our lives
are miles apart.
There must be a
great deal of security
where you stand.
Towel over there
if you want to wipe your hands.
Lieutenant, I've met
with no little success in
the business world.
And judging people has been
a prime factor in that success.
I'm very aware of
who you are, Mr. Todd.
Well, my point is that
Jacob Willis is more
than just an old and
trusted employee.
You know, it's, it's not true
that any man given
opportunities in life
can make something of himself.
It takes a special kind of man.
Jacob Willis is
that kind of man.
Mr. Todd...
Excuse me.
Homicide, Lieutenant Stone.
Yeah, okay.
Sokolovitch, come here.
Your attorneys are downstairs.
You know, I think
that Mr. Willis would
be very comforted
if you were with him right now.
Thank you very much.
Take Mr. Todd downstairs.
Say, uh, anything from
I.D. on Shuttleworth?
No, not yet.
How about Mr. Franklin?
You mean Gimp?
Yeah, Gimp.
You know, I think it
would be a good idea
if we bought him
another cup of coffee
first thing tomorrow morning.
Frenchy?
Frenchy, you in there?
It's me, Gimp. Come on open up.
Frenchy, it's the Gimper.
Frenchy.
Is that him?
No.
Should have given
him a couple of bucks,
he would have
stayed in that hole.
As Mr. Horowitz says,
they're all floaters.
Well, Hoby Shuttleworth
sure floated around
those Southern prisons.
I.D. says they got
enough to write a book.
Yeah, "Thin nothing"
Southern boy.
Makes you begin to wonder
about the rest Gimp told us.
Says he was just
an acquaintance.
Just acquaintances.
I want to see him
and Willis face to face.
No telling what we'll learn.
Frenchy? Frenchy!
Where you been?
I've been looking
all over for you.
Hello, Gimp.
Hello, Gimp? That's all you got
to say to me is "Hello, Gimp"?
That's all.
Where's my money, Frenchy?
I blew it at Mandekian's place.
Come on, Frenchy,
where's my money?
He had a crap game going
the last couple of days.
Hey, don't fool around.
You trying to tell me you blew
the money on a crap game?
Well, I could've run it
up as easy as I blew it.
Frenchy half that
the money was mine.
Go talk to Mandekian.
Wait. Half was mine, Frenchy.
I never had such a
hunk in my whole life.
So what's changed?
They got it now.
Frenchy, half that
money was mine!
Look, don't make me mad.
I covered for you. You ran off,
- and I covered for you!
- Cut it out!
You stole! That was my money!
My money you took!
Are they holding each other up?
No, no, no, that's
the latest dance,
the wino's trot.
Let's help 'em out.
All right.
All right, come on.
Hold it, you guys!
That's enough!
Police! Break it up! Let's go!
Hold it!
Hey!
Take it easy.
Get him. Get him.
Get that fink.
He took my money.
He took my money.
What money?
He took the money we
got from the black guy.
He killed Hoby.
Get him.
I don't see it that way.
There's still a
couple of questions
Willis has got to ask.
Like what was that meeting
he had with Shuttleworth
in the alley really about,
and why is he paying
bread to some guy like Gimp?
Well, as Mr. Todd's
lawyers so aptly pointed out,
maybe Willis just loaned
Shuttleworth that money.
No, there's more
to it than that.
I've a hunch you're right.
But you're not doing
anything about it.
- Because I've got another hunch.
- What?
I think Willis is
an all right guy.
Then why is he paying
blackmail money?
We don't know that.
Oh, Mike!
Well, we don't.
Have you heard from the hospital
about the guy you collared?
He's still unconscious.
Well, I want to see him the
minute he comes around.
They'll let us know.
Now tell me something.
Do you really think
that Willis is forking
over hush money?
What, me question
a Mike Stone hunch?
Now how can you
argue against that kind
of scientific,
criminological technology?
There you go again
with that scientific
criminological
technology college stuff.
Now look, I still
stick to my hunches,
so get on the phone
and find out how
that guy's doing
in the hospital.
Scientific criminological
technology.
You'd have said good-bye
before you left, wouldn't you?
You know I would.
It's serious huh?
It's serious.
Well, what is it?
The police took my fingerprints.
Those prints are
gonna tell them that...
25 years ago I killed a prison
guard in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
You killed a guard?
Yeah. My name was Barnes then.
Name I was born with.
The name I left along
with everything else
that ever meant anything to me.
Why were you in prison?
I was serving time on a
work farm for petty theft.
I stole a sack of potatoes.
Well, if you killed that guard,
he must have deserved it.
No man's life deserves
taking by another man.
I know.
I know a lot of other things
I learned from you, Jacob.
Like running away from a
problem doesn't ever solve it.
I guess that's not
always true, is it?
Yes, it is true.
But maybe there
are some problems
that-that can't ever be
solved. I-I don't know.
Hey, Jacob, let me go with you.
No.
But, Jacob...
Give your father
a chance, Peter.
When your mother died, he
abdicated his responsibility,
he buried her
memory in his work.
Now, I know he's
long since regretted it.
Tell him...
tell him I'll contact
him to try to explain.
Peter...
good-bye, Peter.
So you ready to hear
about your hunch?
What hunch?
"What hunch?" The Willis case.
There isn't any
Jacob Willis case.
There is now.
Only the name's
not Willis, it's Barnes.
A 25-year-old want from Alabama.
25-year-old want?
Prison break, 1949.
Work farm at Tuscaloosa.
Prison break from a work...?
Now wait a minute. While he
was serving time for petty theft?
I know, I know. I'm
asking for more details.
There should be a follow-up.
Was there anything
between '49 and now?
Nothing, no.
Nothing, huh?
That makes him a real
desperate criminal, I suppose.
Nope, I still stick to my hunch.
Tuscaloosa was
the same work farm
that Hoby Shuttleworth
was serving time in 1949.
Meaning that the meeting
they had in the alley
was over blackmail.
Mike, it adds up.
Yeah, all right, put out an APB.
Okay.
It adds up all right,
for a raw deal for Jacob Willis.
Or Barnes or
whatever his name is.
Now, you'll play hell
extraditing him back to Alabama.
And I'll see to that.
Mr. Todd, it's up to
Sacramento, not us.
Oh, this is ridiculous
to do what you're doing
to a man like Jacob.
I agree with you,
but it's the law.
Lieutenant, I think we
both realize the fallibility
of what we call the law.
Excuse me, sir.
Where is he?
I don't know, sir.
Send Peter in, will you, please?
He isn't here either, sir.
Jacob!
Thanks a lot.
Well, did you think I
wouldn't follow you?
I thought you might.
I hoped you wouldn't.
How'd you know
I'd come this way?
Where else but to your place?
Did you tell your father
that I would call
him like I asked you?
No, I didn't see him.
And what do you suppose he'll do
when he realizes
we're both gone?
He knows we go off
every now and then.
And when the police come
to the house looking for me?
I'm sorry, I didn't think.
And with the
police looking for us,
how difficult do
you think it will be
to recognize the
two of us together?
I guess you think what I
did's pretty stupid, huh?
Come on.
Where are we going?
Get you something to eat.
But Jacob, I'm not hungry.
Oh, it's a long ride
back to the city.
The city? Jacob, I'm
not going back to the city.
Yes, you are. Mm-hmm.
Hamburger well, no onions,
fries, and a thick
vanilla malted.
You know, two days ago,
everything was forever.
Now there's nothing.
There is your whole life.
Oh, Jacob...
why did this have to happen?
Because 25 years ago,
I did something stupid.
You were hungry.
One reason or another,
regardless of the reason,
you pay for your wrongdoing.
They know or they don't know.
Hey, you got anything?
Nothing.
Oh, man. He could be
out of the state by now.
Yeah.
What about the Alabama
want, any follow-up?
Not a thing.
You want to add kidnapping?
Not if the boy went willingly.
Homicide, Inspector Keller.
What room?
Okay, thanks.
The guy at the
hospital came around.
Let's go.
We didn't mean for
it to happen that way.
But I don't suppose it makes
much difference anyway.
Nobody's gonna miss
that raunchy old cracker
any more than
they're gonna miss me.
So Hoby ripped
him off for 500 bucks,
then you and Gimp
ripped off Hoby.
Well, like I told you, we
didn't mean for him to die.
Always after the money.
Blackmail money.
Yeah.
Keep Hoby quiet.
Yeah. Dumb Hoby.
He should have hit
him for more than $500.
You know, when a
guy kills somebody,
he knows what he's facing,
he'll pay anything
to keep it quiet.
Are you saying that Willis
killed somebody, too?
No, he just, he
just thought he did.
Who?
The guard. The guard he jumped
when he broke out of
Alabama State Prison.
He thought he killed the
guard because Hoby told him?
Yeah.
See, he bumps into this guy
and found out he didn't know
whether he killed
the guard or not, so...
So he said the guard was dead.
Yeah. Dumb Hoby.
Could have got him for a
real bundle if he pressed him.
I know I'd have paid anything
to get out of this.
Anything.
Will I see you?
There's always that chance.
Where will you go?
I'll stay at my
place for a few days.
It's not fair.
There are no guarantees, Peter.
You do your best
with what you got.
It's not fair.
No, but it is what is
best for all concerned.
Good-bye, son.
Police! Hold it!
You better call in.
We're gonna need help.
It's pretty wooded down there.
I think I hit him.
♪♪
Homicide, Lieutenant Stone.
When?
Is he all right?
We'll be right there.
No, no. No, you
did the right thing.
Follow-up from Tuscaloosa.
The guard was
assaulted in the escape.
Did he die?
No, no, retired,
living in Mobile.
Willis thinks he killed
him, that's why he ran.
Sounds like it, yeah.
Mm. Give this
information to APB.
And if anybody spots him,
I don't want Willis to panic.
I'll take care of it myself.
Just a minute. Why don't
you give it to Jensen?
I just got through talking to
George Todd on the phone.
His boy came home
a half hour ago.
- I want to talk to him.
- Okay.
Hurry up. Get your coat.
- Okay, hold on. Mike?
- Yes?
On that APB you put out,
they think they spotted your
man up near Santa Rosa.
A man fitting his
description was shot
when he ran from two officers.
They found traces of blood.
No. No, I won't
tell you where he is.
Peter, the message
we got was from
the Santa Rosa Sheriff's office.
They believe that the
man they shot was Willis!
Shot?
Oh, God.
Is he all right?
He got away, but he
could be hurt badly.
Now, you know where he is?
You said he was near Santa Rosa?
Yes.
Peter...
No. No, I won't
tell you anything.
Will you tell me if I'm
right about something?
Not if it's about Jacob.
He told you that he
broke out of a prison farm,
didn't he?
Yes, he told me that.
And he told you that
he killed a prison guard?
Wait a minute. What is this?
Jacob killed someone?
It doesn't change a thing.
Yes, he told me that.
Well, he was wrong about that.
He didn't kill anybody, Peter.
That's right.
Look, you're lying to
me because you want me
to tell you where Jacob is.
Now wait, Peter.
No, that's all right.
I'm not lying and I
can prove it to you.
Peter, Peter, look at me.
We have one problem now.
Just one, that's all.
If Willis was shot by
those sheriff deputies,
he may never live to know
that he's an innocent man.
Look, you're doing
your job, now I know that,
but I'm not gonna
tell you where he is.
May I be excused, please?
Peter...
Look, just, just give me
a minute, will you, please?
Yeah, okay.
Peter?
I'd like to talk to
you for a minute.
Yeah, I know, you told them.
No, I didn't tell them.
You know, what's
between Jacob and you,
whatever it is that makes you
protect him the way you are,
that could have been
between you and me.
I guess I didn't know
how much of you I lost
until just a moment ago.
There's no way for me to
tell you how much I regret that.
No way for me to
explain how things...
come out the way they do.
Why...
Yeah, well...
Jacob told me...
about mother.
What her dying did to you.
I'm glad he did.
I never could.
He told me that, too.
Jacob is, uh...
quite a man.
I don't care what his past is.
He's worked very
hard to overcome it.
He worked for me since...
well, before you were born.
And I entrusted him with...
the one link I had
between myself and...
the only woman I ever loved.
I trusted him with my son.
Now listen to me, Peter.
I think Lieutenant
Stone is being truthful.
If I'm right, if we
don't tell them,
it's like he said, it
may cost Jacob his life.
And if you're wrong,
what if it's a trick?
Then I'll defend him
with every dollar I've got.
Sheriff, this is Willoughby.
I know I hit him.
Found enough blood
to be absolutely sure.
We swung west
about three miles now,
but there's no sign
of him anymore.
Yeah, well, you just stay on it.
We've got some more boys
coming over from Lakeport.
Remember now, this
is for surveillance only.
If you do spot him this
time, just sit on him.
Don't move in and
don't press him.
Sure thing, Sheriff.
Denvers, you out there?
Yes, sir.
Uh, make sure you
cover that old logging road
east of Benson Forks.
Yes, sir.
And all of you, keep in
radio contact at all times.
I ain't gonna lose none of
you to any escaped convict.
Lieutenant Stone. San
Francisco Police Department.
Ain't found your man yet.
I know. We know where he is.
Oh, well, you lead the way,
and I'll have my boys meet us.
No, like I said before,
we made a mistake.
So please call your boys off
before we make another one.
♪♪
Please, don't come any closer.
Jacob.
Why'd you do this to me, Peter?
Jacob, put the gun
down and listen.
There's no more
time or need to talk.
I won't go back.
I remember that place
even after 25 years.
I won't go back.
Jacob, no!
Jacob, don't!
The odds are you
may never have to.
You didn't kill a
guard, we know that.
I won't go back.
But it's true, Jacob,
you didn't kill that guard!
It's a trick.
Jacob!
Jacob... you raised
a mighty fine boy.
A boy that you can
be rightfully proud of.
Don't do this to him.
Think about that, Jacob.
Think about what
it will do to him.
Put it down. Put the gun down.
I knew I had done wrong
and I knew I had to pay,
but what they did
was wrong, too.
I, I could take it.
I could take it all...
the boy couldn't.
He didn't have enough strength.
He saw the guard drinking
the water from that cup
while we were
bone dry, burning up.
He asked for some.
No, he, he begged for some.
Just one cup out
of the whole barrel.
The man just laughed.
He laughed and dumped
what was left of the
cup down in the dirt.
Then-then he started away,
and the boy broke
for that barrel.
He broke for that barrel
like the man knew he would.
Like, like he tried
to make us all do.
The boy got hit.
God, how he got hit.
Again, and again.
And, and we all stood there,
just like we had done
so many times before,
until I broke, too.
I don't know how
many times I hit him
or where I got the strength,
but I thought sure he was dead.
And I knew what would
happen if I didn't run.
I-I knew I'd never
leave that place alive.
That hell.
Thank you, Mr. Barnes.
That's all I need to hear now.
You've impressed this court
as deeply as you impressed those
who testified on your behalf.
And in the name of justice,
justice in your case being
almost two decades overdue,
I am forwarding a
transcript of this hearing
along with the depositions
of Lieutenant Stone,
Inspector Keller, Mr. Todd,
also the consent and approval
of the District Attorney's office.
Any my own personal feelings
as to the nature and extent
of your rehabilitation
to the Governor of
the state of California.
I will recommend that his office
contact the proper authorities
in the state of Alabama
with a request that
they waive extradition
and drop all charges
against you there.
I am confident, Mr. Barnes,
you will find the times
changed more men than you.
And until we hear the
results of that request,
you are released forthwith
on your own recognizance
and all bail is waived.
Mr. Todd.
Does that mean he's free?
He will be.
Jacob, looking great.
Congratulations. Looking good.
Hey, it's looking good.
umpah-umpah music, fellas,
'cause I am about to
grab me the brass ring.
500? That monkey ain't
gonna pay you nothing.
He'll break your head for you,
but he ain't gonna
pay you nothing.
Oh, he will, or he gets
whistleblowed back
to that Tuscaloosa Prison farm.
Yeah, but what if he does you
like you said he
done that guard, huh?
But he don't want no trouble.
I knew that the other
day when I run into him.
Now, all I want is that
brass ring just this one time.
Oh, now, stick around.
I'll buy you a beer
in a few minutes.
Matter of fact, I'll buy
you two beers each.
Earl, how are you?
Uh, we'll go outside
and talk, huh?
I tell you true.
Twice 25 years
wouldn't be long enough
to forget the looks
of that screw's head
after you bashed him.
I know. I remember.
Look, he deserved to die.
Yeah...
You were just trying to
help that kid he was hassling.
I mean, you had to run.
Yes.
Uh, the pity was,
you had so little
time left to serve.
Now, you got my word.
It's just this one time.
If it wasn't for my wife
needing all that medicine, I...
I got to say, coming
on you when I did,
after all these years...
It was providence,
pure and simple.
Yes.
Providence.
I never want to see
you again, Hoby.
That was no trouble
at all, was it, Hoby?
Oh, it's like I told you. Hey,
how about them beers now?
Come on now. Let me
look at. Let me see it.
Hey, that brass ring's
only gonna make your
finger all green anyway.
Yeah.
No, come on, Frenchy.
Give me back now. Come on.
- No, no, no. Look...
- Come on, you guys.
Hoby, that's all right.
Is that really $500, Frenchy?
I don't know. Let me count it.
Don't worry, Hoby.
We'll split it with you.
We'll get more than a couple of
beers out of this one, won't we?
Hey, Hoby, come
on, don't feel bad.
Come on, Hoby. We'd... We-we...
Hoby, come on, wake up.
Hoby!
Hob...
I think he's dead.
Hoby? Hoby!
Come on, Hoby, get up!
Police! Over here.
My friend... I
think he's... he's...
Get an ambulance. I think
he's dead. I don't know.
Well, good morning.
Don't they put alarms
on clocks anymore?
You remember, I did not
finish typing that report
till after 1:00 a.m.
I remember, and I didn't
finish reading it until 2:00 a.m.
But my alarm clock went
off at 6:30, just like always.
You know what
I'd do if I were you?
Yeah, what's that?
I'd take that clock
and stick it in your closet.
Very funny.
Easy, easy on the sugar.
It's not for you.
It's for him. Come on.
Here you go. Heavy on the sugar.
Oh, thank you very
much, Lieutenant.
Good morning, Art.
This is Mr. Franklin.
Hubert Franklin.
Oh, no. Gimp. Call
me Gimp, please.
This is Inspector Keller.
Pleasure to meet you, Inspector.
Gimp.
A friend of his
was killed last night.
Only, Ho... Hoby
wasn't a-a real friend.
You know, not a friend, friend.
He was sort of an
acquaintance friend.
You know what I mean?
What was Hoby's last name?
Hoby. Just Hoby.
He was new guy in
town, from down South.
Uh, tall, skinny,
weird-looking guy.
We're running a make
on his fingerprints.
Did you already get this?
I haven't started yet.
I got in a little
late this morning.
We was sitting in
this bar on Farrell,
having a little taste, you know.
Hoby was waiting for a meet
with some guy he
knows from way back.
Just bumped into
him a few days ago.
Then this guy comes in,
and it's this black guy.
Big, mean-looking
son of a gun, you know.
So, uh, they leave together.
So, I followed 'em. I
mean, I don't know.
It was the way Hoby
was, uh, acting...
Nervous-like, so, you know.
So, they go into this alley,
and they're talking nice
and easy, and all of a sudden,
this black guy hauls
off, cold cocks Hoby.
He goes down, and he don't move.
I look up.
The black guy does a disappear.
Oh, I'm standing there
in the alley by myself,
screaming for the cops.
So, I'm yelling my head off.
Suddenly, a cop car comes up,
two guys come up to me, and, uh,
Hoby's dead. Here I am.
That's it?
Yeah, that's it, that's it.
Well, here's a copy
of the description
he gave the officers.
Any I.D. from the
other people in the bar?
No, nothing.
You said they ran into one
another a few days ago?
Yeah, that's right, in
this, uh, dry cleaning place
Hoby used to work in
off and on, Sutton Street.
Uh... I can't remember the name.
So, you're not planning
on leaving town in
the next few days,
are you, Mr. Franklin?
Gimp, please. No,
I got nowhere to go.
No way to get there.
Well, we can contact
you at this address?
Yeah, that's right.
I mean, if I can afford
the flop, I will be there.
Well, if you happen
to move, let us know.
We would like you to
make the identification.
Oh, sure thing. Sure
thing, Lieutenant.
Listen, any help I can
be, anything I can do.
- Anytime. Anytime.
- Thanks a lot.
- You're a big help.
- See you around, Captain.
- Okay.
- Okay. That's all?
- That's all.
- Okay.
Mm. Mm, mm, mm.
Listen, uh, look through
the yellow pages,
will you, Steve? Dry
cleaners on Sutton Street.
Okay.
Got in a little late
this morning, huh?
Thought the alarm
went off at 6:30.
It did... but it
was in the closet.
ANNOUNCER: It's a curve ball.
And it's rolling to the wall.
Kingman comes in to
score. Speier to score.
He's around third.
Here comes the
throw. It's on the money.
He slides... he's... in there.
He scores. Three
to two... Giants.
Three to two?! What happened?
You gave up too soon,
that's what happened.
Down by two in the ninth
with Mike Marshall
working against them.
Man, how'd they do it?
Oh, Bob Bonds delivers
with a two-out double,
and the Giants beat the Dodgers.
We'll be back in a minute
with a postgame
wrap-up, so don't go away.
Man, Bobby Bonds did it, huh?
Man, he's the
greatest, isn't he?
Better than Bad Henry?
Well, nobody's better than him.
Oh, what about the Babe?
He did what he did a lot sooner.
Well, so I heard.
But could he do it
against today's pitchers?
Oh, that's like the argument
about Joe Louis
and Mohammed All.
And we're never
gonna know, are we?
Come on, that's a
copout if I ever heard one.
Oh.
Let me see. Well,
what do you think?
Mm, not bad. Looks pretty good.
Hey, Jacob, feel like catching
that doubleheader tomorrow?
You know your dad's coming
in on the 12:20 flight tomorrow.
Well, the second game won't
start till after 5:00 some time.
Don't you think it would be
nice if we had dinner with him?
If you say, Jacob.
Certainly I know him.
He was a floater. Worth nothing.
Hoby Shuttleworth. Nothing.
But Uncle Sam says,
two dollars an hour,
so, two dollars an hour he gets.
And what do I get? Nothing.
From a floater, you get nothing.
I'm sorry he's dead.
Mr. Horowitz, we understand
he met the man who
might have killed him here.
Maybe somebody
who worked for you?
A maybe-killer works for me?
Black guy about 40?
No.
A driver maybe?
Oh, around six feet
tall, 180, 190 pounds?
Nobody who makes deliveries
here fits that description.
What about a customer?
Oh. Them I got in all sizes.
The size you want, let me see.
Of course, there's a guy who's
been coming here for years.
A big guy, like you said.
What's his name?
Willis. Jacob Willis.
He's been a customer
here for over ten years.
He's a maybe killer, huh?
You'd never know.
What about an address?
Of course.
Here we are.
Jacob Willis. 1335 Denby Street.
You just never know, do you?
Mr. Todd.
Hello, Jacob. How are you?
Oh, fine. You're a day early.
- Yeah, well... Yeah, thank you.
- Okay.
Well, the staff had
everything lined up so well,
by the time I got there,
all I had to do was
sign the contracts.
Then it went through?
- Oh, yeah.
- Congratulations.
Yeah, I'll tell you, if
things keep going this well,
we're going to have to start
another subsidiary company.
How's the chances for getting
the big executive for a day?
What did you have in mind?
Well, there's a doubleheader
at Candlestick tomorrow.
I thought maybe you
and Peter and me.
Well, that sounds
great, but I, uh...
I've got that Lisbon
trip next Thursday,
and I got a lot of
meetings before that. I...
Yeah, you missed
the fishing trip with us.
Summer vacation will be
over before you're back.
Well, there's a
summer vacation...
Boy, where does the time go?
Oh, it just goes.
Hey, Jacob, did you see
this new camping catalogue?
It's got some great s...
Peter, how are you?
- You look good.
- Oh, hi, Father.
- Welcome home, sir.
- Thank you.
How was your trip?
Oh, it was great.
Yeah, it was very successful.
Now, you ought to come
along with me sometime, Peter.
See how the old man operates.
Well, I'm glad it was
so successful, Father.
Jacob?
Oh, no, thank you, sir.
Yeah.
Well, I understand you two
are planning a camping trip?
Well, we-we talked about,
uh, getting off for a few days.
Yeah.
Gee, I wish I had the time.
We could, uh... we could go
back to Africa, the three of us.
Your mother used
to love it in Africa.
I remember...
Well, that was a long time ago.
I understand it's all
different now anyway, but, uh,
we really should plan something,
you know, some time
when I can join you.
Mr. Willis gets no mail at all.
He very seldom comes here.
Well, why is that,
Mrs. Anderson?
He lives where he works.
Where is that?
I don't know.
Wait a minute.
He's lived here for 15 years,
and you don't know
where he works?
My husband and I just
bought this building last May.
Oh, quite a library.
Shakespeare, Emerson, Thoreau.
He's got some
good jazz sides, too.
And also classic.
Kind of strange, a man
keeping a place here
when he lives where he works.
Nothing strange about wanting
a place of your own, Inspector.
My husband and I rented
two rooms for nearly 20 years
when we were
working as domestics.
Is this Mr. Willis here?
Yes, it is.
And the boy? Who's the boy?
I don't know.
New plates. Has to
be a recent picture.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Thank you very
much for your help.
I hope it's nothing serious
you're looking for him for.
You know... I hope so, too.
Thank you.
Peter, how would you, uh...?
How would you like to go to
Lisbon with me next week?
- Lisbon?
- Mm-hmm.
Surprised?
Uh... yes, sir.
Not too pleasantly, though, huh?
Uh, Peter and I had been talking
about spending the
last part of the summer
up at my cabin near
Santa Rosa, but if
you two got to go away
together, I think that...
I'll get it.
Well, how about that?
Now, I thought that might
be, um, rather exciting to him.
And it is, but you know how
he feels about the country, sir.
And I guess, well...
Well, we had planned
to spend part of our...
Come on, Jacob.
Look, I offer the kid Europe,
and he'd rather spend the time
at your cabin in the redwoods
where he's already been,
what, two-two dozen times?
How blasé can you get?
No, no, no. It-It's
not that he's blasé.
I know what it is.
He'd rather spend the
time with you, that's obvious.
Okay, look, I'm... I'm sorry.
Let's just forget about it.
If it's that obvious,
then it should be
also understandable.
Maybe.
Jacob?
There are two
policemen out there.
They want to talk to you.
- Police?
- Yes, sir.
Thank you, Peter.
Oh, wait a minute, Jacob.
Do you want me to
come out there with you?
Maybe you'd better.
I'm Jacob Willis, gentlemen.
You want to see me?
Yes, I'm Lieutenant Stone.
This is Inspector Keller.
My employer, Mr. Todd.
- How are you?
- How do you do?
You mind if I, uh... if I
ask what this is all about?
Homicide. A
friend of Mr. Willis'.
You do know a man named,
uh, Shuttleworth, don't you?
Hoby Shuttleworth?
He's dead?
Mm-hmm. He was killed last
night behind a bar on Farrell Street.
Were you at that bar?
Mr. Willis, I asked
you a question.
Your being here to ask
these questions seems
to say you have some
evidence, Lieutenant.
You wish to remain silent?
I think so.
Steve.
Just, just a minute now.
Lieutenant, I've, I've
known this man personally
for over 15 years.
Now you come into my house...
Mr. Todd.
Now just wait a minute.
On what charge are
you arresting him?
Suspicion of murder.
It's intriguing,
isn't it, Inspector?
Distance between
us is just a few feet...
and yet our lives
are miles apart.
There must be a
great deal of security
where you stand.
Towel over there
if you want to wipe your hands.
Lieutenant, I've met
with no little success in
the business world.
And judging people has been
a prime factor in that success.
I'm very aware of
who you are, Mr. Todd.
Well, my point is that
Jacob Willis is more
than just an old and
trusted employee.
You know, it's, it's not true
that any man given
opportunities in life
can make something of himself.
It takes a special kind of man.
Jacob Willis is
that kind of man.
Mr. Todd...
Excuse me.
Homicide, Lieutenant Stone.
Yeah, okay.
Sokolovitch, come here.
Your attorneys are downstairs.
You know, I think
that Mr. Willis would
be very comforted
if you were with him right now.
Thank you very much.
Take Mr. Todd downstairs.
Say, uh, anything from
I.D. on Shuttleworth?
No, not yet.
How about Mr. Franklin?
You mean Gimp?
Yeah, Gimp.
You know, I think it
would be a good idea
if we bought him
another cup of coffee
first thing tomorrow morning.
Frenchy?
Frenchy, you in there?
It's me, Gimp. Come on open up.
Frenchy, it's the Gimper.
Frenchy.
Is that him?
No.
Should have given
him a couple of bucks,
he would have
stayed in that hole.
As Mr. Horowitz says,
they're all floaters.
Well, Hoby Shuttleworth
sure floated around
those Southern prisons.
I.D. says they got
enough to write a book.
Yeah, "Thin nothing"
Southern boy.
Makes you begin to wonder
about the rest Gimp told us.
Says he was just
an acquaintance.
Just acquaintances.
I want to see him
and Willis face to face.
No telling what we'll learn.
Frenchy? Frenchy!
Where you been?
I've been looking
all over for you.
Hello, Gimp.
Hello, Gimp? That's all you got
to say to me is "Hello, Gimp"?
That's all.
Where's my money, Frenchy?
I blew it at Mandekian's place.
Come on, Frenchy,
where's my money?
He had a crap game going
the last couple of days.
Hey, don't fool around.
You trying to tell me you blew
the money on a crap game?
Well, I could've run it
up as easy as I blew it.
Frenchy half that
the money was mine.
Go talk to Mandekian.
Wait. Half was mine, Frenchy.
I never had such a
hunk in my whole life.
So what's changed?
They got it now.
Frenchy, half that
money was mine!
Look, don't make me mad.
I covered for you. You ran off,
- and I covered for you!
- Cut it out!
You stole! That was my money!
My money you took!
Are they holding each other up?
No, no, no, that's
the latest dance,
the wino's trot.
Let's help 'em out.
All right.
All right, come on.
Hold it, you guys!
That's enough!
Police! Break it up! Let's go!
Hold it!
Hey!
Take it easy.
Get him. Get him.
Get that fink.
He took my money.
He took my money.
What money?
He took the money we
got from the black guy.
He killed Hoby.
Get him.
I don't see it that way.
There's still a
couple of questions
Willis has got to ask.
Like what was that meeting
he had with Shuttleworth
in the alley really about,
and why is he paying
bread to some guy like Gimp?
Well, as Mr. Todd's
lawyers so aptly pointed out,
maybe Willis just loaned
Shuttleworth that money.
No, there's more
to it than that.
I've a hunch you're right.
But you're not doing
anything about it.
- Because I've got another hunch.
- What?
I think Willis is
an all right guy.
Then why is he paying
blackmail money?
We don't know that.
Oh, Mike!
Well, we don't.
Have you heard from the hospital
about the guy you collared?
He's still unconscious.
Well, I want to see him the
minute he comes around.
They'll let us know.
Now tell me something.
Do you really think
that Willis is forking
over hush money?
What, me question
a Mike Stone hunch?
Now how can you
argue against that kind
of scientific,
criminological technology?
There you go again
with that scientific
criminological
technology college stuff.
Now look, I still
stick to my hunches,
so get on the phone
and find out how
that guy's doing
in the hospital.
Scientific criminological
technology.
You'd have said good-bye
before you left, wouldn't you?
You know I would.
It's serious huh?
It's serious.
Well, what is it?
The police took my fingerprints.
Those prints are
gonna tell them that...
25 years ago I killed a prison
guard in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
You killed a guard?
Yeah. My name was Barnes then.
Name I was born with.
The name I left along
with everything else
that ever meant anything to me.
Why were you in prison?
I was serving time on a
work farm for petty theft.
I stole a sack of potatoes.
Well, if you killed that guard,
he must have deserved it.
No man's life deserves
taking by another man.
I know.
I know a lot of other things
I learned from you, Jacob.
Like running away from a
problem doesn't ever solve it.
I guess that's not
always true, is it?
Yes, it is true.
But maybe there
are some problems
that-that can't ever be
solved. I-I don't know.
Hey, Jacob, let me go with you.
No.
But, Jacob...
Give your father
a chance, Peter.
When your mother died, he
abdicated his responsibility,
he buried her
memory in his work.
Now, I know he's
long since regretted it.
Tell him...
tell him I'll contact
him to try to explain.
Peter...
good-bye, Peter.
So you ready to hear
about your hunch?
What hunch?
"What hunch?" The Willis case.
There isn't any
Jacob Willis case.
There is now.
Only the name's
not Willis, it's Barnes.
A 25-year-old want from Alabama.
25-year-old want?
Prison break, 1949.
Work farm at Tuscaloosa.
Prison break from a work...?
Now wait a minute. While he
was serving time for petty theft?
I know, I know. I'm
asking for more details.
There should be a follow-up.
Was there anything
between '49 and now?
Nothing, no.
Nothing, huh?
That makes him a real
desperate criminal, I suppose.
Nope, I still stick to my hunch.
Tuscaloosa was
the same work farm
that Hoby Shuttleworth
was serving time in 1949.
Meaning that the meeting
they had in the alley
was over blackmail.
Mike, it adds up.
Yeah, all right, put out an APB.
Okay.
It adds up all right,
for a raw deal for Jacob Willis.
Or Barnes or
whatever his name is.
Now, you'll play hell
extraditing him back to Alabama.
And I'll see to that.
Mr. Todd, it's up to
Sacramento, not us.
Oh, this is ridiculous
to do what you're doing
to a man like Jacob.
I agree with you,
but it's the law.
Lieutenant, I think we
both realize the fallibility
of what we call the law.
Excuse me, sir.
Where is he?
I don't know, sir.
Send Peter in, will you, please?
He isn't here either, sir.
Jacob!
Thanks a lot.
Well, did you think I
wouldn't follow you?
I thought you might.
I hoped you wouldn't.
How'd you know
I'd come this way?
Where else but to your place?
Did you tell your father
that I would call
him like I asked you?
No, I didn't see him.
And what do you suppose he'll do
when he realizes
we're both gone?
He knows we go off
every now and then.
And when the police come
to the house looking for me?
I'm sorry, I didn't think.
And with the
police looking for us,
how difficult do
you think it will be
to recognize the
two of us together?
I guess you think what I
did's pretty stupid, huh?
Come on.
Where are we going?
Get you something to eat.
But Jacob, I'm not hungry.
Oh, it's a long ride
back to the city.
The city? Jacob, I'm
not going back to the city.
Yes, you are. Mm-hmm.
Hamburger well, no onions,
fries, and a thick
vanilla malted.
You know, two days ago,
everything was forever.
Now there's nothing.
There is your whole life.
Oh, Jacob...
why did this have to happen?
Because 25 years ago,
I did something stupid.
You were hungry.
One reason or another,
regardless of the reason,
you pay for your wrongdoing.
They know or they don't know.
Hey, you got anything?
Nothing.
Oh, man. He could be
out of the state by now.
Yeah.
What about the Alabama
want, any follow-up?
Not a thing.
You want to add kidnapping?
Not if the boy went willingly.
Homicide, Inspector Keller.
What room?
Okay, thanks.
The guy at the
hospital came around.
Let's go.
We didn't mean for
it to happen that way.
But I don't suppose it makes
much difference anyway.
Nobody's gonna miss
that raunchy old cracker
any more than
they're gonna miss me.
So Hoby ripped
him off for 500 bucks,
then you and Gimp
ripped off Hoby.
Well, like I told you, we
didn't mean for him to die.
Always after the money.
Blackmail money.
Yeah.
Keep Hoby quiet.
Yeah. Dumb Hoby.
He should have hit
him for more than $500.
You know, when a
guy kills somebody,
he knows what he's facing,
he'll pay anything
to keep it quiet.
Are you saying that Willis
killed somebody, too?
No, he just, he
just thought he did.
Who?
The guard. The guard he jumped
when he broke out of
Alabama State Prison.
He thought he killed the
guard because Hoby told him?
Yeah.
See, he bumps into this guy
and found out he didn't know
whether he killed
the guard or not, so...
So he said the guard was dead.
Yeah. Dumb Hoby.
Could have got him for a
real bundle if he pressed him.
I know I'd have paid anything
to get out of this.
Anything.
Will I see you?
There's always that chance.
Where will you go?
I'll stay at my
place for a few days.
It's not fair.
There are no guarantees, Peter.
You do your best
with what you got.
It's not fair.
No, but it is what is
best for all concerned.
Good-bye, son.
Police! Hold it!
You better call in.
We're gonna need help.
It's pretty wooded down there.
I think I hit him.
♪♪
Homicide, Lieutenant Stone.
When?
Is he all right?
We'll be right there.
No, no. No, you
did the right thing.
Follow-up from Tuscaloosa.
The guard was
assaulted in the escape.
Did he die?
No, no, retired,
living in Mobile.
Willis thinks he killed
him, that's why he ran.
Sounds like it, yeah.
Mm. Give this
information to APB.
And if anybody spots him,
I don't want Willis to panic.
I'll take care of it myself.
Just a minute. Why don't
you give it to Jensen?
I just got through talking to
George Todd on the phone.
His boy came home
a half hour ago.
- I want to talk to him.
- Okay.
Hurry up. Get your coat.
- Okay, hold on. Mike?
- Yes?
On that APB you put out,
they think they spotted your
man up near Santa Rosa.
A man fitting his
description was shot
when he ran from two officers.
They found traces of blood.
No. No, I won't
tell you where he is.
Peter, the message
we got was from
the Santa Rosa Sheriff's office.
They believe that the
man they shot was Willis!
Shot?
Oh, God.
Is he all right?
He got away, but he
could be hurt badly.
Now, you know where he is?
You said he was near Santa Rosa?
Yes.
Peter...
No. No, I won't
tell you anything.
Will you tell me if I'm
right about something?
Not if it's about Jacob.
He told you that he
broke out of a prison farm,
didn't he?
Yes, he told me that.
And he told you that
he killed a prison guard?
Wait a minute. What is this?
Jacob killed someone?
It doesn't change a thing.
Yes, he told me that.
Well, he was wrong about that.
He didn't kill anybody, Peter.
That's right.
Look, you're lying to
me because you want me
to tell you where Jacob is.
Now wait, Peter.
No, that's all right.
I'm not lying and I
can prove it to you.
Peter, Peter, look at me.
We have one problem now.
Just one, that's all.
If Willis was shot by
those sheriff deputies,
he may never live to know
that he's an innocent man.
Look, you're doing
your job, now I know that,
but I'm not gonna
tell you where he is.
May I be excused, please?
Peter...
Look, just, just give me
a minute, will you, please?
Yeah, okay.
Peter?
I'd like to talk to
you for a minute.
Yeah, I know, you told them.
No, I didn't tell them.
You know, what's
between Jacob and you,
whatever it is that makes you
protect him the way you are,
that could have been
between you and me.
I guess I didn't know
how much of you I lost
until just a moment ago.
There's no way for me to
tell you how much I regret that.
No way for me to
explain how things...
come out the way they do.
Why...
Yeah, well...
Jacob told me...
about mother.
What her dying did to you.
I'm glad he did.
I never could.
He told me that, too.
Jacob is, uh...
quite a man.
I don't care what his past is.
He's worked very
hard to overcome it.
He worked for me since...
well, before you were born.
And I entrusted him with...
the one link I had
between myself and...
the only woman I ever loved.
I trusted him with my son.
Now listen to me, Peter.
I think Lieutenant
Stone is being truthful.
If I'm right, if we
don't tell them,
it's like he said, it
may cost Jacob his life.
And if you're wrong,
what if it's a trick?
Then I'll defend him
with every dollar I've got.
Sheriff, this is Willoughby.
I know I hit him.
Found enough blood
to be absolutely sure.
We swung west
about three miles now,
but there's no sign
of him anymore.
Yeah, well, you just stay on it.
We've got some more boys
coming over from Lakeport.
Remember now, this
is for surveillance only.
If you do spot him this
time, just sit on him.
Don't move in and
don't press him.
Sure thing, Sheriff.
Denvers, you out there?
Yes, sir.
Uh, make sure you
cover that old logging road
east of Benson Forks.
Yes, sir.
And all of you, keep in
radio contact at all times.
I ain't gonna lose none of
you to any escaped convict.
Lieutenant Stone. San
Francisco Police Department.
Ain't found your man yet.
I know. We know where he is.
Oh, well, you lead the way,
and I'll have my boys meet us.
No, like I said before,
we made a mistake.
So please call your boys off
before we make another one.
♪♪
Please, don't come any closer.
Jacob.
Why'd you do this to me, Peter?
Jacob, put the gun
down and listen.
There's no more
time or need to talk.
I won't go back.
I remember that place
even after 25 years.
I won't go back.
Jacob, no!
Jacob, don't!
The odds are you
may never have to.
You didn't kill a
guard, we know that.
I won't go back.
But it's true, Jacob,
you didn't kill that guard!
It's a trick.
Jacob!
Jacob... you raised
a mighty fine boy.
A boy that you can
be rightfully proud of.
Don't do this to him.
Think about that, Jacob.
Think about what
it will do to him.
Put it down. Put the gun down.
I knew I had done wrong
and I knew I had to pay,
but what they did
was wrong, too.
I, I could take it.
I could take it all...
the boy couldn't.
He didn't have enough strength.
He saw the guard drinking
the water from that cup
while we were
bone dry, burning up.
He asked for some.
No, he, he begged for some.
Just one cup out
of the whole barrel.
The man just laughed.
He laughed and dumped
what was left of the
cup down in the dirt.
Then-then he started away,
and the boy broke
for that barrel.
He broke for that barrel
like the man knew he would.
Like, like he tried
to make us all do.
The boy got hit.
God, how he got hit.
Again, and again.
And, and we all stood there,
just like we had done
so many times before,
until I broke, too.
I don't know how
many times I hit him
or where I got the strength,
but I thought sure he was dead.
And I knew what would
happen if I didn't run.
I-I knew I'd never
leave that place alive.
That hell.
Thank you, Mr. Barnes.
That's all I need to hear now.
You've impressed this court
as deeply as you impressed those
who testified on your behalf.
And in the name of justice,
justice in your case being
almost two decades overdue,
I am forwarding a
transcript of this hearing
along with the depositions
of Lieutenant Stone,
Inspector Keller, Mr. Todd,
also the consent and approval
of the District Attorney's office.
Any my own personal feelings
as to the nature and extent
of your rehabilitation
to the Governor of
the state of California.
I will recommend that his office
contact the proper authorities
in the state of Alabama
with a request that
they waive extradition
and drop all charges
against you there.
I am confident, Mr. Barnes,
you will find the times
changed more men than you.
And until we hear the
results of that request,
you are released forthwith
on your own recognizance
and all bail is waived.
Mr. Todd.
Does that mean he's free?
He will be.
Jacob, looking great.
Congratulations. Looking good.
Hey, it's looking good.