The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 4, Episode 21 - Superstar - full transcript
This pilot for the series "Bert D'Angelo Superstar" (which had started its regular run two weeks earlier, and was a total bomb in the ratings) gives Mira Sorvino's dad a role to match his weight and ego: he plays a New York City detective who comes to San Francisco in search of a back-home cop killer, and decides to stay when the villain is caught.
(theme music playing)
So, uh, where to?
You know a joint,
the Mecca, on Fulton?
Hey, you're from the Bronx, huh?
I'm from Manhattan.
You're from the Bronx.
(chuckles)
How'd you guess?
Will you just drive?
DRIVER: Hey, you
ever been here before?
PASSENGER: Never once.
DRIVER: You get to know it,
you'll never want to go
back to New York again.
PASSENGER: Then don't
show me; I got a round-trip ticket.
You know, you need a
little faith healing, man.
It's a good town.
You dig Frisco, love it up.
Peace.
Fill the lady's glass.
You got an eastern beer?
You bet.
Where's Joe?
Joe who?
Joe Latham.
I don't see him around.
I heard he hangs around here.
I don't know him.
Got you.
Where is he, in the john?
Just drink your drink.
I'll deliver the message.
(whistling)
Hi, Joey.
Joey, long time.
Oh, boychick.
- Leave me alone, Bert.
- I'm taking you back with me.
- No, you're not.
- Yeah, I'm taking you back.
- Don't you know that?
- Now, leave me alone. I'm telling you,
- leave me alone, Bert!
- Stop it. Make it stop!
(grunts)
Freeze!
Belly up, boys. It's on
the expense account.
Drop it.
I'm a cop.
Let me show you, okay?
STONE: Yeah.
Well, was... was anyone killed?
Then why call me?
This is homicide.
Well, if I'm supposed to
know him, what's his name?
No, I don't know anyone
by the name of D'Angelo...
Bert D'Angelo.
Of course I'm positive.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Just a moment.
What are you mumbling about?
That's the New York vice officer
the chief told us
to cooperate with.
Does the man claim to
be a New York policeman?
Well, why didn't you say so?
Yeah, official business.
I'll be right down.
Is he here?
He's here.
This man I got to see.
He's got the highest
arrest and conviction record
in all of New York City.
He's got a list of, uh,
citations for bravery
a mile long... a superstar.
Right now, he's
a pain in the neck.
They're holding him in the tank.
Wait a second, they're
holding him in the tank?
In the tank.
(laughing): So this
girl I'm going with
takes one look at my
wife, and she says,
"Bert, how could you
marry a woman like that?
She's not your type."
(both laughing)
So my wife gives her this
great, big smile and says,
"I've been trying to tell
him that for 15 years."
(both laughing)
You think I'm going
to believe that?
Well, check with my wife.
I'll pay for the call.
(both laughing)
Hi-ya, boychicks.
- Lieutenant Stone.
- Mike Stone.
I'm Bert D'Angelo.
- Inspector Steve Keller.
- Bert.
- How they going, Steve?
- They're going real good.
Well, I guess I'm
a pain in the neck.
Much lower,
Sergeant, much lower.
That sense of humor...
You must love this guy.
Look, I didn't want to bug you.
All I wanted to do was
hustle Joey out of here,
and then, when I'm
back in New York,
I send you a necktie,
- let you know I was here.
- No way.
- Gloves? You like gloves?
- (Keller laughing)
Sergeant, you're
not a cop in this city.
You're a guest, just
like any other tourist,
and you're not going to
take anybody out of here
unless he wants to go
or unless he's extradited,
or over my dead body.
Now, do you understand that?
What about my gun, Steve?
Our property till you
leave the city, Bert.
What time is the flight?
Is he always like this?
Look, be a mensch.
I said I'm sorry.
What else do you want?
All right.
I would appreciate it if you
gentlemen would help me find
a man by the name
of Joseph Latham.
He may have information
regarding the killer
of my partner Mickey Eudol.
His height, weight,
distinguishing marks
are on the reverse
side of the photo.
About profession...
He's a short-order cook,
and sometimes he makes book.
Well, he shouldn't
be too hard to find.
I'm sure your way will be
the best way, Lieutenant.
Don't snow me, Sergeant, okay?
Look, all I'm saying
is, you know your city.
- What do I know?
- And when we find him,
we're going to be right there
with him when you talk to him.
What for? I'm not going
to bounce him around.
Oh, I know you wouldn't do that.
We just want to be
there so we can learn.
Oh, don't snow me,
Lieutenant, and I won't snow you.
And I do it better.
This here is, uh,
Fisherman's Wharf.
What do you think of it?
Compared to what?
Look, I'm not here
for the grand tour.
When do we talk to your stoolie?
Bert, it's not a stoolie;
it's an informant.
A rose by any other name...
What do you guys
do for fun in Frisco?
San Francisco.
Whatever.
What do you do after you
get out of those stuffy uniforms
and into your civvies?
This isn't a uniform.
You dress like
that all the time?
(laughing)
Listen, thank you very much.
- Yeah, yeah.
- (trolley bell clanging)
Yeah, Joey's working
part-time as a fry cook...
A little restaurant
down on Mission.
He's making book on the side.
Pretty good... hit the
jackpot with the first coin.
How'd you do it?
See, Harry likes
to play the horses,
only he doesn't
pick 'em too well.
His credit's not too good.
There's a new bookie
in town he knows about.
You know you got the
makings of a good cop?
(Keller yawns)
Hey, he's not there.
There he is.
You should have told me
you had massage parlors.
Some things a man's got
to learn for himself, Bert.
So, any luck?
Yes and no.
Joey used to
work in there, but...
the manager says he
doesn't know where he lives.
Maybe I do.
Make a left, go two
blocks, make another left.
That's where Joey is?
That's where Valarie is.
We sort of met this morning.
(tires squealing)
I know Joey from way back.
He's a massage freak.
Likes to get rubbed by
tall, blonde ladies with boots.
Boots?
Maybe he's a Rudyard
Kipling freak, too.
(Keller laughs)
Take a left, take a left.
(tires squealing)
Hey, Steve, I like your style.
Wait here. I'll be right back.
(Keller chuckles)
You wait here.
He'll be, uh...
he'll be right back.
You know this is
your town, Mike.
You don't have to
take this, remember?
(Keller sighs)
Hi. I'm Valarie.
I'm tense, Valarie.
Do I know you?
Sure, I do.
You're from the Mecca.
Listen, uh, you're
not going to cause
any trouble around
here, are you?
Valarie, I'm not
that kind of fella.
Do you know this guy?
His name is Grant,
our 18th president.
Do you like him?
A lot.
How about this guy?
Likes oil.
Maybe 'cause he's a fry cook.
Outcalls.
I take along talcum and oil.
Where are the outcalls?
I'll just get my
appointment book.
You wait right here.
You, too.
The Aldrich Hotel on Jones.
Hold it. Wait a minute, now.
Who is at the Aldrich Hotel?
Joey.
That's his address, everything.
Look, Michael, it's no
reflection on your abilities,
but I know Joey like a brother.
I could find him at Carlsbad
Caverns with the lights out.
Later, I'm going to buy you
guys the best meal in town...
Steak, lobster, wine, the
works, courtesy of the NYPD.
It'll be our way
of clasping hands
with our working comrades of
the Frisco Police Department.
San Francisco, Bert.
- Whatever.
- Yeah.
(car engine starts)
I don't want to
talk to you, Bert.
I don't want to talk anymore!
You gave us a tip about
a big syndicate payoff.
Mickey and I went
in on it, and he got hit.
You set us up, Joey.
Look, I heard a rumble
on the streets, see?
I pick up a
telephone, I call you.
That's all I know.
How'd you hear
about it? Who told you?
I don't know. I-I don't know.
I mean, I don't know
nothing, you see.
He was like thunder.
That's what it was like.
It's-it's like thunder.
I mean, you hear it,
you don't know
where it's coming from.
- Joey?
- Look,
maybe they know
I'm your stoolie, see,
and they set me
up to set you up.
- Don't lie to me.
- When did I ever lie to you?
A couple of times
I could think of.
Only when I needed bread.
(pants) You come back
with me to New York,
and then you're
going to remember.
- We get back on the streets...
- Wait.
Do I got to go
back with him, huh?
There's no legal reason, no.
(panting): Okay... I don't want
to talk to you no more, you bum!
Who do you think you're
talking to, you little bum!
Break it up!
You want to work your
way back to the tank again?
(pants) Stupid.
I found you... you think
nobody else is going to find you?
You got a thing for dying?
I ain't got a thing
for nothing, Bert.
I bought you, dummy.
I paid three bills
to a juicehead
who knew where I could find you.
He sold you to me. You
think he won't sell you
to somebody else, somebody
who wants you dead forever?
Use your brains,
Joey... From a juicer.
You know anything,
they'll kill you.
I ain't got nothing
to worry about, Bert.
You know why?
Because I don't
know who iced Mickey.
But you ran, dummy.
From you.
From you, Bert.
- Joey...
- From you!
I swear... I swear
on my kid's life.
Joey...
I ever find out
you're lying to me...
the cats are going
to lick your face.
You heard him.
You witnessed this.
You heard him threaten me.
Listen to me, Bert.
I ain't your stoolie no more.
Don't you understand?
I ain't your stoolie no more.
I ain't nobody's stoolie.
Now, you get out of here.
Get out of here!
♪♪
- The Mecca Club on Fulton Street.
- Yes, sir.
So, where'd you learn to
order a real wine like this?
My wife is Italian; my
girlfriend is French...
Both of them are born teachers.
(Bert and Keller laughing)
- Must keep you awful busy, huh?
- Well, you know what they say:
"You want something done,
you ask a man who's busy."
Bert... I'm sorry we
struck out with Joey.
Joey's in trouble, Michael.
Bert...
it's not Michael;
it's Mike, all right?
I wouldn't want anything
to happen to him.
Can you put a man on him?
Well, we can't prove
that he's in danger,
and we can't hold
him on the off chance...
No off chance, Michael...
It's six to one he's a dead man.
Look, you can't
spare the manpower,
arrest him, put him in jail.
Just get him off the streets.
And just what do
I arrest him for?
- Pushing.
- Now, wait a minute. Wait.
Are you saying that
Joey is a pusher?
If I were to go
back and call on him
and find ten bags
of junk in, let's say,
the top right-hand
drawer under his jammers,
that would make
him a pusher, right?
Now, wait a minute. Wait.
Are you talking about
planting it on the guy?
Yeah. Gets him off the street,
and it might put a big
enough scare into him
to make him tell me
whatever I want to know.
How tough would it be
to borrow some doojee
from your property room,
enough to make ten or 12 bags?
Okay, nothing from
your property room.
Give me an hour on the street,
I'll come up with all
the scag we need.
STONE: Bert... Sergeant...
if you try that in this city,
I'll tell you what I will do.
I will be standing right next
to you when they book you.
I will click the camera
when they mug you.
I will take you to
your arraignment.
I will testify against you.
And I'll tell you
what else I'll do.
I'll give you a big smile
when I visit the penitentiary
to assist in the
annual magic show.
Two smiles, Bert,
you can count on it.
Hey.
Hear me, okay?
I got a partner
dead in the ground!
He got a widow back there
who calls me twice a
week for a ten-minute cry.
And you know something?
I cry right along with her.
What the hell do you
guys do around here
when a cop is offed?
Hand the widow the folded flag
with laundry instructions,
and then forget about it?
Steve, why don't you take
him down to the airport,
put him on the plane and
make sure he doesn't get off.
My pleasure.
I forgot my credit card.
You wait here.
I'll be right back.
I think the sergeant is
a very complicated man.
And frustrated.
And violent.
- And smart.
- I'll cover the back door.
He's not in there.
Nah, he's probably on
his way back to Joey's.
Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters.
Request a patrol unit at the
Aldrich Hotel on Jones Street.
Room 412. Pick
up a Bert D'Angelo.
He's trying to make a
pickup with a Joey Latham
at the same address.
♪♪
(trolley bell clanging)
Yeah, I got it... Seventh
race, Bay Meadows.
Now, figuring the
difference in time,
they should be off and
running in about, uh...
20 minutes.
Five dollars to
show... I got it!
Okay.
♪♪
BERT: Joey.
Hi-ya, Joey.
I got you.
(Joey panting)
Come on, Joey, talk to me.
Come on, I need their name.
Bert, what are you doing?
What are you pushing my
buttons for? I got no name.
I need a name, Joey!
Who set us up?
Now, just wait a
minute, will you?
Will you just wait a minute?
Will you just listen to me? Huh?
Look...
if I knew something,
I'd tell you, wouldn't I?
Then why did you run
when Mickey was burned?
'Cause you're a crazy man, Bert.
You know you're a crazy man.
You'd have blamed me.
How did it happen?
Tell me. Who told you?
Come on.
It was on the streets.
Everybody knew.
I mean, six guys
came up and told me.
But I didn't know it
was going to be a fix.
Then give me six
different names!
I give you nothing.
You hear me, Bert? Nothing.
Because, if I do, they kill me.
I kill you if you don't.
Hey, there's some...
there's some guy in the alley.
He's got a gun. He's
threatening to kill me.
Said he was going to shoot me.
He's standing right
here in the alley.
He's got a gun.
He was standing right
here. He had a gun.
He said he was going to kill me.
He was standing right there.
Just calm down and
give me your name.
Name?
Uh, Joey. Uh, Joey Latham.
You live in room 529?
Yeah, that-that's right.
Where else would he
go except to Joey's?
That's the only
place I can think of.
Well, I'll tell you, I
don't think Joey knows
who killed Bert's partner.
You're sure going to have
to convince Bert of that one.
Yeah, we got to find him first.
(over radio): One Charlie
four to inspectors eight-one.
Inspectors eight-one. Go ahead.
This is Sergeant
Benson, Lieutenant.
We missed Bert D'Angelo
by just a couple of minutes.
The chances are real good
he's still in the neighborhood.
Work your way west to
the hotel, try to find him.
We're coming in from the east.
If you see him,
arrest him. But listen,
be very careful with him.
- He's a guest in our city.
- Yes, sir.
All right, Mr. Latham,
we're going to look for him.
You want to ride with us?
You know what he looks like.
Well, no, I, uh... I'm
expecting some calls, business.
I-If you need me, you
know where I am, okay?
You know, Bert knows
we're looking for him.
He's too smart to
hang around here.
He's not smart; he's dumb.
What do you got
against him anyway?
You mean besides the
fact that he's abrasive,
obnoxious, a smart
guy, a wise apple?
Besides all that, yeah.
He has no respect for the law.
I can see that in some
people, but not in a policeman.
Gee, I find Bert a very
sensitive, perceptive young man.
You know what?
If you told him that, he'd
bust you in the mouth.
You're probably right, yeah.
Yeah, I got it. Number
five, $20 on the nose.
Yeah, okay.
(key rattling in lock)
Charlie.
What are you doing here?
I didn't tell him nothing!
(gunshot)
(panting)
MAN: Defenestration, Lieutenant,
from, I'd say, at
least the third floor.
STONE: Uh, fourth.
All I can tell you
for the moment is,
the deceased was
pushed, jumped or fell.
Yeah. He was pushed. Pushed.
(garbled radio transmission)
Yeah, room's all smashed
up, window's broken.
Found this, too.
Nine millimeter automatic, huh?
That's right, and Bert
owns a.38 special.
His is in property.
Well, it's possible to own
another gun, you know.
It's also possible Bert
could have been right
and the guy that
killed his partner wants
to kill Joey Latham.
Well, I'm way ahead of you.
Call New York and find
out if they have a profile
on the shell that
killed Bert's partner.
It might match this one.
I'm way ahead of you.
Then put out an
APB on Bert D'Angelo.
I did that already.
Well, if you already
did everything,
what did you come to me for?
For you to tell me what
a good job I'm doing.
MAN: Black and
white check jacket,
blue shirt, tie, dark slacks.
He don't look wounded.
Maybe he's gritting his teeth.
Let's get him.
(siren blaring)
(tires squealing, siren blaring)
All right, up against the car.
Suspicion of murder one?
What, have you guys
been popping zoom?
Who did I kill?
Bert, Joey's dead.
You're kidding.
No.
How?
Went out a window.
And you guys think I did it.
Come on.
Joey was my family.
Who have I got?
My wife, my girlfriend,
the guys on the squad?
I got my stoolies.
Sure, I slapped Joey
around once in a while,
but it was good for him.
Like a kid, he expected it.
I wouldn't throw
him out a window.
Somebody was shot in that room
before he went out the window.
Okay. Why don't you
see if I'm nicked, then?
You don't have to do that.
BERT: I insist.
Did you find a shell?
Call New York, get a profile
on the shell that offed Mickey,
see if there's a match.
STONE: It's
already in the works.
I take my shirt off
to you gentlemen.
Touch.
Come on, Bert, will you?
Put your shirt on, will you?
STONE: Well,
looks like the lab found a
couple of shards of bone.
Whoever got shot in
that room is badly hurt.
He's going to need a doctor.
Okay.
So, figure... before
he tossed Joey,
they tangled.
The killer got shot,
and if he's hurt bad,
maybe he's still around.
And if he's still
around, he's mine.
How do you figure that?
The guy that iced Joey
iced my partner Mickey.
I'll make book
on it, six to one.
STONE: Bert, get
out of town, please.
No way, Michael!
And let me tell
you something else.
Don't hassle me.
Don't waste any
of this fine talent
you got around here
in bunches tailing me,
'cause I'll give 'em a fit.
And if you do, Michael,
I'll sign a complaint
against you for
harassing a citizen.
(phone ringing)
(picks up phone)
Homicide. Stone.
Yeah.
Yes, I'll be right down.
No pleas this time.
Just leave town.
I don't think he
likes me, Steven.
Gee, I don't know what
gives you that idea, Bert.
Never shakes hands with
me when he leaves the room.
I'm a toucher. I
notice things like that.
Well, maybe he doesn't
think you respect the law.
What do I know about the law?
I'm not a lawyer; I'm a cop.
And it's your job to enforce it.
It's my job to protect people
from the mugger, the rapist,
the armed robber, the killer.
People like Joey.
Like my partner Mickey.
Did the law help them?
Did the law stop that killer?
All the laws in the world
won't stop one man with a gun.
It's going to take me,
or somebody like me.
And you know what?
I'll do it any way I can.
Dangerous man, Bert.
That's right.
Better be damn
glad I'm on your side.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
(whistling)
(phone ringing)
Pravek here.
Yeah, this is Charles Miller.
I'm from New York.
I'm sure you remember
me. Charles Miller.
Yeah. Are you in town?
Yeah, I'm at the Caravan Motel
on Third Street,
near the freeway.
I need your help.
Get over here.
Okay, it's all set.
All the hospitals
are on a lookout
for any man coming in with
a wounded arm or shoulder.
Why an arm or a shoulder?
Well, the killer left
the Aldrich Hotel
just when the police arrived.
He had to be running.
And if he's hurt as
bad as the M.E. said,
then it wasn't his leg.
What do you got from ballistics?
Well, the same gun
that killed Bert's partner.
Okay.
Where would a guy go
that's been badly hurt for help?
To a doctor.
All the legitimate doctors
would call the police.
So this one would have to
be a little bit on the shady side.
Maybe one that didn't
have a license to practice.
If the gun is
registered in New York
and he had to make
a fast connection,
what kind of shady doctor
would he be looking for?
Ex-New York doc who couldn't
practice in New York anymore.
So he worked his
way to San Francisco.
What have we got?
KELLER: A felon.
Once a doctor
practicing in New York,
now living in San Francisco.
What have you got, five?
Yeah, looks that way.
I tell you what.
Let's check the files
and see if we can come up
with something on these names.
I'll take the top two,
you take the bottom two.
If we strike out,
well, we'll both take
the guy in the middle.
Fair enough.
Eight, nine, ten, and you win.
(sighs)
Georgia, if I were
hurting real bad,
where would I find a connection?
Just give me the bag, man.
- You promised.
- First things first, baby.
All right, what do you want?
Me?
I got a friend lying in a room.
He's all bloody, but
he can't go to a doctor.
What's my friend going to do?
I don't know.
How am I supposed to know?
Well, you better come up
with something for me, Georgia.
Come on, man.
I need it. I need it.
Yeah, so do I. So
does my friend, baby.
I don't know.
(crying): I don't know.
Um... Jimbo. Maybe Jimbo.
Yeah, let's-let's try Jimbo.
- He's knows everything.
- He's smart, huh?
He's a pimp. (sniffles)
How smart can he get?
All right.
Where can we find Jimbo?
Oh, no, sir.
Dr. Sutterman passed
on eight months ago.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, don't be.
His heart gave way
while he was out jogging.
Helman just loved to jog.
(grunting)
Oh.
Got a license to
carry this, Jimbo?
What, are you selling licenses?
What kind of a rip-off is this?
- Turn around.
- What is this?!
Dialogue's going to
get you lumps, Jimbo.
Now, listen, I'm going to
shoot you with a little scag.
Street grade, but
doojee all the same.
Then I'm going to blow
a little hole in your arm,
and I'm going to watch
and see which doc you go to
for medical assistance
when you're loaded with dope,
because you'll be
very illegal at that point.
Well, why don't I
just take you there?
That's a very good boy.
Nothing, huh?
Not a thing.
Well, our last man,
Mr. Pravek on Presbury Street.
I'm sure you'll find
your friend there,
but I don't want any
difficulty, understand?
Just one thing, Doc.
If you mention that
address to anyone else,
I'll come back here,
and I'll break your
arm in three places.
Thanks for the help.
You've been nifty,
so keep the doojee.
I got work to do, so
take a walk for yourself.
(engine starting)
Mr. Pravek?
Yeah.
Or should I say, uh, Dr. Pravek?
No, just Mr. Pravek.
I stop practicing ten
years ago. I'm retired.
By request?
There was some misunderstanding.
Arrested '62 for treating and
not reporting gunshot wounds.
Got three years for accessory
after the fact of murder.
That's quite a misunderstanding.
It was a mistake.
Yeah, was it a mistake
in '49, '50 and '51?
All right. What do you want?
A man from New York
City with a gunshot wound.
Probably in the shoulder.
I don't do that anymore.
I'm retired.
You're not answering
the question.
Did anyone call?
Listen, why don't we go on
downtown, we'll talk about it,
you can explain your income
sources for the last few years?
All right, uh, all right.
Uh, yeah, there was
a call, but I didn't go.
What was his name?
Miller?
Charles Miller from
New York, but...
The address?
Well, I didn't treat the man.
KELLER: What was the address?
Caravan Motel. He
called me, but I didn't go.
All right, now, was there
somebody else here today
asking about this guy Miller?
Short while ago, yeah.
♪♪
(tires squealing)
China Basin.
Somebody already
caved in the door.
Miller's not here.
Bert beat us to it.
Probably trying to
get him to New York.
He's crazy, he's
out of his mind,
but he is good.
He's a superstar.
KELLER: Yeah, yeah...
No, no, that's the description
of Sergeant D'Angelo.
I don't know what the
other guy looks like.
He's just got his
arm in a sling.
What's this about two guys
being picked up at the bus station,
- one with his arm in a sling?
- Thank you very much.
The other one wasn't a guy.
Well, it's hard
to tell these days.
They all got long hair,
sweaters, blue jeans.
It's hard to tell.
Six to one she's the guy
without the mustache.
Well, we've got
everything covered.
Airport, bus
station, train station,
auto rentals...
I'll bet he's hiding
somewhere waiting us out.
No, he's too smart for that.
The longer he
sticks around here,
the easier it is
for us to get him.
Ah, Bert slipped out of town.
Isn't that the
word for Bert, slip?
(chuckles) That's him.
Slip, slide or sneak,
but how would he do it?
There's no way.
He's known every
move we made so far.
He's probably done
them all himself.
What would he do, huh?
Charter a private plane.
We've got that covered.
Take a ferry to Tiburon.
We've got a man on that, too.
Slow boat to China.
(chuckles) Yeah, I wish he were
on a slow boat to...
Say that again.
Can't make it by land or air.
That's it.
I think that's right.
This is Lieutenant Stone.
Contact the Marine Exchange.
I want a list of all the
sailings this afternoon
between 3:00 and now.
Inspector Keller and I, we're
heading for the Coast Guard.
We'll keep in touch.
Come on.
STONE: You said
the one to Alaska
stops in Vancouver, right?
MAN: Sailed at
4:00. Six passengers.
STONE: Notify the
Vancouver Police.
Give them a full description.
MAN: Yes, sir.
STONE: The other two
stop at the Orient, right?
MAN: Ten-four.
KELLER: We can
forget about them.
STONE: Yeah, that leaves
the Pioneer Contractor.
Goes to Buenos Aires
by way of Los Angeles
through the Panama Canal.
Left a half hour ago.
Notify the Pioneer Contractor.
Tell them to stand by to be
boarded by the Coast Guard.
MAN: Yes, sir.
(siren blaring)
Bert takes a boat to
L.A., a plane from there.
He's pretty smart.
MAN: Okay, let's go.
Got you.
Try something.
Please, Charlie, try something.
You are a stinking bucket
of junk, and I want to kill you.
Just try something.
- Okay.
- I want to see a lawyer.
You're going to see a lot of
lawyers. You're going to see
district attorneys,
judges, appeals lawyers.
You're going to do nothing
but see lawyers. Sit down.
It's a long way to New York.
You can't do that.
You got to have
extradition papers
to take me back to New York.
The boat's moving.
I can't stop the boat.
I have no jurisdiction at sea.
When I get back, I'm going
to tell them I was kidnapped.
And I'm going to tell
them how I found you
walking around on
Times Square in a daze.
And you know what?
They're going to believe me
because all the boys
back at the precinct
are dying to say hello to you.
Drop it.
Stand up.
Take out your cuffs.
- Slap it on your left wrist.
- (click)
Put your hands behind your back.
Turn around.
Why did you hit Mickey?
He got in the way.
You're the one they wanted.
Getting too close,
pushing too hard.
Come on.
Where we going?
Splash.
Hold it!
BERT: Watch it. He's got a gun.
All right, Bert, yeah.
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
(click)
Go ahead. That's a good idea.
Why don't you do that, Charlie?
Go ahead and jump.
Then I won't get you,
and Michael won't get you.
The sharks will get you.
And we'll all have
something to watch.
Go on, jump.
Come on, come on. Get down here.
Get over there.
BERT: You're a gutless lowlife.
Will you shut up?
Charlie Miller,
you're under arrest
for the murder of Joey Latham.
- You know your rights?
- Yeah.
BERT: Don't worry, Charlie.
They tell me California
is the Garden of Eden.
For murder, they send
you to the country club
for, say, ten years.
So, the day you
get out, I'll be there...
with a warrant and a set
of extradition papers, okay?
Are you finished?
Yeah.
Okay, then shut up.
Get around there.
They're waiting for us.
BERT: Okay, you've had your
fun. Now unlock these, huh?
The keys are in the pocket.
Sorry, Bert, but you're
under arrest, too.
- I'm under arrest? What for?
- Because what you did
was very, very illegal.
Getting kidnapped is
against the law? Since when?
Now, you know
better than that Bert.
Attempting to move a
felon across state lines.
I wasn't moving him;
he was moving me.
But it's your responsibility
to tell us where he was,
and you knew he was on the boat.
I couldn't find him.
There's a lot of
rooms on that tub.
He's lying. He had a gun on me.
He was going to
take me to New York.
A likely story.
I just happen to believe him.
I'm going to throw
the book at you, Bert.
The book hasn't been
printed yet, Michael.
The court is only
interested in facts,
and the only facts
you can testify to
are who was
wearing the handcuffs
and who was holding the gun.
Okay.
Come on.
(chuckles)
Okay, come on.
Steve, be a buddy.
Unlock these.
They're cutting
off my circulation.
You know, maybe you ought
to wait till we get to the station.
What about the airport?
Steve, is this the way
you treat a guest in Frisco?
Bert, hey, San Francisco.
Frisco!
Whatever.
(both laughing)
KELLER: All right,
let's give this one to, uh,
Dietrich in vice, and, uh...
BERT: Hi, Steve.
What? Hey, I thought you
went, uh, to New York yesterday.
- That's what you get for thinking.
- Oh.
How's it going, Michael?
Mike.
Thank you.
Say, uh, if you
don't have any way
of getting out to the airport,
Steve can take you down there.
It's been nice.
I think he likes me.
- Oh, yeah?
- He shook hands with me.
I think that's his way of
saying good-bye, Bert.
Where's he going?
He's not going anywhere;
it's where you're going.
I'm going to Chinatown.
And then I'm going to take
the ferry to Tiburon and back.
And then I'm going to go
down to Fisherman's Wharf.
Now, I thought you
hated San Francisco.
It's not love at first sight.
Kind of grows on
you, though, doesn't it?
Uh, it's a lot of things.
Nothing's been the same
since Mickey was killed.
I've been kind
of looking around.
I called my wife. She
doesn't hate the idea
- of moving to Frisco.
- What about your girlfriend?
Well, she says, if it's
good enough for my wife,
it's good enough for her.
Well, it'd be like starting
all over again, Bert,
but you probably
could find, you know,
some kind of job
here in the department.
Well, that wouldn't be so bad,
working with guys
like you and Michael.
You two guys are
cream of the crop.
If it wasn't for you,
I would be floating
facedown in the bay right now.
No, Bert, I think you could
take care of yourself okay.
No, really, I got
to hand it to you.
You guys are good cops.
You were with me
every step of the way,
and when it came down
to the real mahoskas,
you were right there.
My hat is off to you.
Well, that's very big of you,
Bert. Thank you very much.
Frisco's finest.
But you wouldn't last
ten minutes in New York.
(Keller laughing)
So, uh, where to?
You know a joint,
the Mecca, on Fulton?
Hey, you're from the Bronx, huh?
I'm from Manhattan.
You're from the Bronx.
(chuckles)
How'd you guess?
Will you just drive?
DRIVER: Hey, you
ever been here before?
PASSENGER: Never once.
DRIVER: You get to know it,
you'll never want to go
back to New York again.
PASSENGER: Then don't
show me; I got a round-trip ticket.
You know, you need a
little faith healing, man.
It's a good town.
You dig Frisco, love it up.
Peace.
Fill the lady's glass.
You got an eastern beer?
You bet.
Where's Joe?
Joe who?
Joe Latham.
I don't see him around.
I heard he hangs around here.
I don't know him.
Got you.
Where is he, in the john?
Just drink your drink.
I'll deliver the message.
(whistling)
Hi, Joey.
Joey, long time.
Oh, boychick.
- Leave me alone, Bert.
- I'm taking you back with me.
- No, you're not.
- Yeah, I'm taking you back.
- Don't you know that?
- Now, leave me alone. I'm telling you,
- leave me alone, Bert!
- Stop it. Make it stop!
(grunts)
Freeze!
Belly up, boys. It's on
the expense account.
Drop it.
I'm a cop.
Let me show you, okay?
STONE: Yeah.
Well, was... was anyone killed?
Then why call me?
This is homicide.
Well, if I'm supposed to
know him, what's his name?
No, I don't know anyone
by the name of D'Angelo...
Bert D'Angelo.
Of course I'm positive.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Just a moment.
What are you mumbling about?
That's the New York vice officer
the chief told us
to cooperate with.
Does the man claim to
be a New York policeman?
Well, why didn't you say so?
Yeah, official business.
I'll be right down.
Is he here?
He's here.
This man I got to see.
He's got the highest
arrest and conviction record
in all of New York City.
He's got a list of, uh,
citations for bravery
a mile long... a superstar.
Right now, he's
a pain in the neck.
They're holding him in the tank.
Wait a second, they're
holding him in the tank?
In the tank.
(laughing): So this
girl I'm going with
takes one look at my
wife, and she says,
"Bert, how could you
marry a woman like that?
She's not your type."
(both laughing)
So my wife gives her this
great, big smile and says,
"I've been trying to tell
him that for 15 years."
(both laughing)
You think I'm going
to believe that?
Well, check with my wife.
I'll pay for the call.
(both laughing)
Hi-ya, boychicks.
- Lieutenant Stone.
- Mike Stone.
I'm Bert D'Angelo.
- Inspector Steve Keller.
- Bert.
- How they going, Steve?
- They're going real good.
Well, I guess I'm
a pain in the neck.
Much lower,
Sergeant, much lower.
That sense of humor...
You must love this guy.
Look, I didn't want to bug you.
All I wanted to do was
hustle Joey out of here,
and then, when I'm
back in New York,
I send you a necktie,
- let you know I was here.
- No way.
- Gloves? You like gloves?
- (Keller laughing)
Sergeant, you're
not a cop in this city.
You're a guest, just
like any other tourist,
and you're not going to
take anybody out of here
unless he wants to go
or unless he's extradited,
or over my dead body.
Now, do you understand that?
What about my gun, Steve?
Our property till you
leave the city, Bert.
What time is the flight?
Is he always like this?
Look, be a mensch.
I said I'm sorry.
What else do you want?
All right.
I would appreciate it if you
gentlemen would help me find
a man by the name
of Joseph Latham.
He may have information
regarding the killer
of my partner Mickey Eudol.
His height, weight,
distinguishing marks
are on the reverse
side of the photo.
About profession...
He's a short-order cook,
and sometimes he makes book.
Well, he shouldn't
be too hard to find.
I'm sure your way will be
the best way, Lieutenant.
Don't snow me, Sergeant, okay?
Look, all I'm saying
is, you know your city.
- What do I know?
- And when we find him,
we're going to be right there
with him when you talk to him.
What for? I'm not going
to bounce him around.
Oh, I know you wouldn't do that.
We just want to be
there so we can learn.
Oh, don't snow me,
Lieutenant, and I won't snow you.
And I do it better.
This here is, uh,
Fisherman's Wharf.
What do you think of it?
Compared to what?
Look, I'm not here
for the grand tour.
When do we talk to your stoolie?
Bert, it's not a stoolie;
it's an informant.
A rose by any other name...
What do you guys
do for fun in Frisco?
San Francisco.
Whatever.
What do you do after you
get out of those stuffy uniforms
and into your civvies?
This isn't a uniform.
You dress like
that all the time?
(laughing)
Listen, thank you very much.
- Yeah, yeah.
- (trolley bell clanging)
Yeah, Joey's working
part-time as a fry cook...
A little restaurant
down on Mission.
He's making book on the side.
Pretty good... hit the
jackpot with the first coin.
How'd you do it?
See, Harry likes
to play the horses,
only he doesn't
pick 'em too well.
His credit's not too good.
There's a new bookie
in town he knows about.
You know you got the
makings of a good cop?
(Keller yawns)
Hey, he's not there.
There he is.
You should have told me
you had massage parlors.
Some things a man's got
to learn for himself, Bert.
So, any luck?
Yes and no.
Joey used to
work in there, but...
the manager says he
doesn't know where he lives.
Maybe I do.
Make a left, go two
blocks, make another left.
That's where Joey is?
That's where Valarie is.
We sort of met this morning.
(tires squealing)
I know Joey from way back.
He's a massage freak.
Likes to get rubbed by
tall, blonde ladies with boots.
Boots?
Maybe he's a Rudyard
Kipling freak, too.
(Keller laughs)
Take a left, take a left.
(tires squealing)
Hey, Steve, I like your style.
Wait here. I'll be right back.
(Keller chuckles)
You wait here.
He'll be, uh...
he'll be right back.
You know this is
your town, Mike.
You don't have to
take this, remember?
(Keller sighs)
Hi. I'm Valarie.
I'm tense, Valarie.
Do I know you?
Sure, I do.
You're from the Mecca.
Listen, uh, you're
not going to cause
any trouble around
here, are you?
Valarie, I'm not
that kind of fella.
Do you know this guy?
His name is Grant,
our 18th president.
Do you like him?
A lot.
How about this guy?
Likes oil.
Maybe 'cause he's a fry cook.
Outcalls.
I take along talcum and oil.
Where are the outcalls?
I'll just get my
appointment book.
You wait right here.
You, too.
The Aldrich Hotel on Jones.
Hold it. Wait a minute, now.
Who is at the Aldrich Hotel?
Joey.
That's his address, everything.
Look, Michael, it's no
reflection on your abilities,
but I know Joey like a brother.
I could find him at Carlsbad
Caverns with the lights out.
Later, I'm going to buy you
guys the best meal in town...
Steak, lobster, wine, the
works, courtesy of the NYPD.
It'll be our way
of clasping hands
with our working comrades of
the Frisco Police Department.
San Francisco, Bert.
- Whatever.
- Yeah.
(car engine starts)
I don't want to
talk to you, Bert.
I don't want to talk anymore!
You gave us a tip about
a big syndicate payoff.
Mickey and I went
in on it, and he got hit.
You set us up, Joey.
Look, I heard a rumble
on the streets, see?
I pick up a
telephone, I call you.
That's all I know.
How'd you hear
about it? Who told you?
I don't know. I-I don't know.
I mean, I don't know
nothing, you see.
He was like thunder.
That's what it was like.
It's-it's like thunder.
I mean, you hear it,
you don't know
where it's coming from.
- Joey?
- Look,
maybe they know
I'm your stoolie, see,
and they set me
up to set you up.
- Don't lie to me.
- When did I ever lie to you?
A couple of times
I could think of.
Only when I needed bread.
(pants) You come back
with me to New York,
and then you're
going to remember.
- We get back on the streets...
- Wait.
Do I got to go
back with him, huh?
There's no legal reason, no.
(panting): Okay... I don't want
to talk to you no more, you bum!
Who do you think you're
talking to, you little bum!
Break it up!
You want to work your
way back to the tank again?
(pants) Stupid.
I found you... you think
nobody else is going to find you?
You got a thing for dying?
I ain't got a thing
for nothing, Bert.
I bought you, dummy.
I paid three bills
to a juicehead
who knew where I could find you.
He sold you to me. You
think he won't sell you
to somebody else, somebody
who wants you dead forever?
Use your brains,
Joey... From a juicer.
You know anything,
they'll kill you.
I ain't got nothing
to worry about, Bert.
You know why?
Because I don't
know who iced Mickey.
But you ran, dummy.
From you.
From you, Bert.
- Joey...
- From you!
I swear... I swear
on my kid's life.
Joey...
I ever find out
you're lying to me...
the cats are going
to lick your face.
You heard him.
You witnessed this.
You heard him threaten me.
Listen to me, Bert.
I ain't your stoolie no more.
Don't you understand?
I ain't your stoolie no more.
I ain't nobody's stoolie.
Now, you get out of here.
Get out of here!
♪♪
- The Mecca Club on Fulton Street.
- Yes, sir.
So, where'd you learn to
order a real wine like this?
My wife is Italian; my
girlfriend is French...
Both of them are born teachers.
(Bert and Keller laughing)
- Must keep you awful busy, huh?
- Well, you know what they say:
"You want something done,
you ask a man who's busy."
Bert... I'm sorry we
struck out with Joey.
Joey's in trouble, Michael.
Bert...
it's not Michael;
it's Mike, all right?
I wouldn't want anything
to happen to him.
Can you put a man on him?
Well, we can't prove
that he's in danger,
and we can't hold
him on the off chance...
No off chance, Michael...
It's six to one he's a dead man.
Look, you can't
spare the manpower,
arrest him, put him in jail.
Just get him off the streets.
And just what do
I arrest him for?
- Pushing.
- Now, wait a minute. Wait.
Are you saying that
Joey is a pusher?
If I were to go
back and call on him
and find ten bags
of junk in, let's say,
the top right-hand
drawer under his jammers,
that would make
him a pusher, right?
Now, wait a minute. Wait.
Are you talking about
planting it on the guy?
Yeah. Gets him off the street,
and it might put a big
enough scare into him
to make him tell me
whatever I want to know.
How tough would it be
to borrow some doojee
from your property room,
enough to make ten or 12 bags?
Okay, nothing from
your property room.
Give me an hour on the street,
I'll come up with all
the scag we need.
STONE: Bert... Sergeant...
if you try that in this city,
I'll tell you what I will do.
I will be standing right next
to you when they book you.
I will click the camera
when they mug you.
I will take you to
your arraignment.
I will testify against you.
And I'll tell you
what else I'll do.
I'll give you a big smile
when I visit the penitentiary
to assist in the
annual magic show.
Two smiles, Bert,
you can count on it.
Hey.
Hear me, okay?
I got a partner
dead in the ground!
He got a widow back there
who calls me twice a
week for a ten-minute cry.
And you know something?
I cry right along with her.
What the hell do you
guys do around here
when a cop is offed?
Hand the widow the folded flag
with laundry instructions,
and then forget about it?
Steve, why don't you take
him down to the airport,
put him on the plane and
make sure he doesn't get off.
My pleasure.
I forgot my credit card.
You wait here.
I'll be right back.
I think the sergeant is
a very complicated man.
And frustrated.
And violent.
- And smart.
- I'll cover the back door.
He's not in there.
Nah, he's probably on
his way back to Joey's.
Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters.
Request a patrol unit at the
Aldrich Hotel on Jones Street.
Room 412. Pick
up a Bert D'Angelo.
He's trying to make a
pickup with a Joey Latham
at the same address.
♪♪
(trolley bell clanging)
Yeah, I got it... Seventh
race, Bay Meadows.
Now, figuring the
difference in time,
they should be off and
running in about, uh...
20 minutes.
Five dollars to
show... I got it!
Okay.
♪♪
BERT: Joey.
Hi-ya, Joey.
I got you.
(Joey panting)
Come on, Joey, talk to me.
Come on, I need their name.
Bert, what are you doing?
What are you pushing my
buttons for? I got no name.
I need a name, Joey!
Who set us up?
Now, just wait a
minute, will you?
Will you just wait a minute?
Will you just listen to me? Huh?
Look...
if I knew something,
I'd tell you, wouldn't I?
Then why did you run
when Mickey was burned?
'Cause you're a crazy man, Bert.
You know you're a crazy man.
You'd have blamed me.
How did it happen?
Tell me. Who told you?
Come on.
It was on the streets.
Everybody knew.
I mean, six guys
came up and told me.
But I didn't know it
was going to be a fix.
Then give me six
different names!
I give you nothing.
You hear me, Bert? Nothing.
Because, if I do, they kill me.
I kill you if you don't.
Hey, there's some...
there's some guy in the alley.
He's got a gun. He's
threatening to kill me.
Said he was going to shoot me.
He's standing right
here in the alley.
He's got a gun.
He was standing right
here. He had a gun.
He said he was going to kill me.
He was standing right there.
Just calm down and
give me your name.
Name?
Uh, Joey. Uh, Joey Latham.
You live in room 529?
Yeah, that-that's right.
Where else would he
go except to Joey's?
That's the only
place I can think of.
Well, I'll tell you, I
don't think Joey knows
who killed Bert's partner.
You're sure going to have
to convince Bert of that one.
Yeah, we got to find him first.
(over radio): One Charlie
four to inspectors eight-one.
Inspectors eight-one. Go ahead.
This is Sergeant
Benson, Lieutenant.
We missed Bert D'Angelo
by just a couple of minutes.
The chances are real good
he's still in the neighborhood.
Work your way west to
the hotel, try to find him.
We're coming in from the east.
If you see him,
arrest him. But listen,
be very careful with him.
- He's a guest in our city.
- Yes, sir.
All right, Mr. Latham,
we're going to look for him.
You want to ride with us?
You know what he looks like.
Well, no, I, uh... I'm
expecting some calls, business.
I-If you need me, you
know where I am, okay?
You know, Bert knows
we're looking for him.
He's too smart to
hang around here.
He's not smart; he's dumb.
What do you got
against him anyway?
You mean besides the
fact that he's abrasive,
obnoxious, a smart
guy, a wise apple?
Besides all that, yeah.
He has no respect for the law.
I can see that in some
people, but not in a policeman.
Gee, I find Bert a very
sensitive, perceptive young man.
You know what?
If you told him that, he'd
bust you in the mouth.
You're probably right, yeah.
Yeah, I got it. Number
five, $20 on the nose.
Yeah, okay.
(key rattling in lock)
Charlie.
What are you doing here?
I didn't tell him nothing!
(gunshot)
(panting)
MAN: Defenestration, Lieutenant,
from, I'd say, at
least the third floor.
STONE: Uh, fourth.
All I can tell you
for the moment is,
the deceased was
pushed, jumped or fell.
Yeah. He was pushed. Pushed.
(garbled radio transmission)
Yeah, room's all smashed
up, window's broken.
Found this, too.
Nine millimeter automatic, huh?
That's right, and Bert
owns a.38 special.
His is in property.
Well, it's possible to own
another gun, you know.
It's also possible Bert
could have been right
and the guy that
killed his partner wants
to kill Joey Latham.
Well, I'm way ahead of you.
Call New York and find
out if they have a profile
on the shell that
killed Bert's partner.
It might match this one.
I'm way ahead of you.
Then put out an
APB on Bert D'Angelo.
I did that already.
Well, if you already
did everything,
what did you come to me for?
For you to tell me what
a good job I'm doing.
MAN: Black and
white check jacket,
blue shirt, tie, dark slacks.
He don't look wounded.
Maybe he's gritting his teeth.
Let's get him.
(siren blaring)
(tires squealing, siren blaring)
All right, up against the car.
Suspicion of murder one?
What, have you guys
been popping zoom?
Who did I kill?
Bert, Joey's dead.
You're kidding.
No.
How?
Went out a window.
And you guys think I did it.
Come on.
Joey was my family.
Who have I got?
My wife, my girlfriend,
the guys on the squad?
I got my stoolies.
Sure, I slapped Joey
around once in a while,
but it was good for him.
Like a kid, he expected it.
I wouldn't throw
him out a window.
Somebody was shot in that room
before he went out the window.
Okay. Why don't you
see if I'm nicked, then?
You don't have to do that.
BERT: I insist.
Did you find a shell?
Call New York, get a profile
on the shell that offed Mickey,
see if there's a match.
STONE: It's
already in the works.
I take my shirt off
to you gentlemen.
Touch.
Come on, Bert, will you?
Put your shirt on, will you?
STONE: Well,
looks like the lab found a
couple of shards of bone.
Whoever got shot in
that room is badly hurt.
He's going to need a doctor.
Okay.
So, figure... before
he tossed Joey,
they tangled.
The killer got shot,
and if he's hurt bad,
maybe he's still around.
And if he's still
around, he's mine.
How do you figure that?
The guy that iced Joey
iced my partner Mickey.
I'll make book
on it, six to one.
STONE: Bert, get
out of town, please.
No way, Michael!
And let me tell
you something else.
Don't hassle me.
Don't waste any
of this fine talent
you got around here
in bunches tailing me,
'cause I'll give 'em a fit.
And if you do, Michael,
I'll sign a complaint
against you for
harassing a citizen.
(phone ringing)
(picks up phone)
Homicide. Stone.
Yeah.
Yes, I'll be right down.
No pleas this time.
Just leave town.
I don't think he
likes me, Steven.
Gee, I don't know what
gives you that idea, Bert.
Never shakes hands with
me when he leaves the room.
I'm a toucher. I
notice things like that.
Well, maybe he doesn't
think you respect the law.
What do I know about the law?
I'm not a lawyer; I'm a cop.
And it's your job to enforce it.
It's my job to protect people
from the mugger, the rapist,
the armed robber, the killer.
People like Joey.
Like my partner Mickey.
Did the law help them?
Did the law stop that killer?
All the laws in the world
won't stop one man with a gun.
It's going to take me,
or somebody like me.
And you know what?
I'll do it any way I can.
Dangerous man, Bert.
That's right.
Better be damn
glad I'm on your side.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
(whistling)
(phone ringing)
Pravek here.
Yeah, this is Charles Miller.
I'm from New York.
I'm sure you remember
me. Charles Miller.
Yeah. Are you in town?
Yeah, I'm at the Caravan Motel
on Third Street,
near the freeway.
I need your help.
Get over here.
Okay, it's all set.
All the hospitals
are on a lookout
for any man coming in with
a wounded arm or shoulder.
Why an arm or a shoulder?
Well, the killer left
the Aldrich Hotel
just when the police arrived.
He had to be running.
And if he's hurt as
bad as the M.E. said,
then it wasn't his leg.
What do you got from ballistics?
Well, the same gun
that killed Bert's partner.
Okay.
Where would a guy go
that's been badly hurt for help?
To a doctor.
All the legitimate doctors
would call the police.
So this one would have to
be a little bit on the shady side.
Maybe one that didn't
have a license to practice.
If the gun is
registered in New York
and he had to make
a fast connection,
what kind of shady doctor
would he be looking for?
Ex-New York doc who couldn't
practice in New York anymore.
So he worked his
way to San Francisco.
What have we got?
KELLER: A felon.
Once a doctor
practicing in New York,
now living in San Francisco.
What have you got, five?
Yeah, looks that way.
I tell you what.
Let's check the files
and see if we can come up
with something on these names.
I'll take the top two,
you take the bottom two.
If we strike out,
well, we'll both take
the guy in the middle.
Fair enough.
Eight, nine, ten, and you win.
(sighs)
Georgia, if I were
hurting real bad,
where would I find a connection?
Just give me the bag, man.
- You promised.
- First things first, baby.
All right, what do you want?
Me?
I got a friend lying in a room.
He's all bloody, but
he can't go to a doctor.
What's my friend going to do?
I don't know.
How am I supposed to know?
Well, you better come up
with something for me, Georgia.
Come on, man.
I need it. I need it.
Yeah, so do I. So
does my friend, baby.
I don't know.
(crying): I don't know.
Um... Jimbo. Maybe Jimbo.
Yeah, let's-let's try Jimbo.
- He's knows everything.
- He's smart, huh?
He's a pimp. (sniffles)
How smart can he get?
All right.
Where can we find Jimbo?
Oh, no, sir.
Dr. Sutterman passed
on eight months ago.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, don't be.
His heart gave way
while he was out jogging.
Helman just loved to jog.
(grunting)
Oh.
Got a license to
carry this, Jimbo?
What, are you selling licenses?
What kind of a rip-off is this?
- Turn around.
- What is this?!
Dialogue's going to
get you lumps, Jimbo.
Now, listen, I'm going to
shoot you with a little scag.
Street grade, but
doojee all the same.
Then I'm going to blow
a little hole in your arm,
and I'm going to watch
and see which doc you go to
for medical assistance
when you're loaded with dope,
because you'll be
very illegal at that point.
Well, why don't I
just take you there?
That's a very good boy.
Nothing, huh?
Not a thing.
Well, our last man,
Mr. Pravek on Presbury Street.
I'm sure you'll find
your friend there,
but I don't want any
difficulty, understand?
Just one thing, Doc.
If you mention that
address to anyone else,
I'll come back here,
and I'll break your
arm in three places.
Thanks for the help.
You've been nifty,
so keep the doojee.
I got work to do, so
take a walk for yourself.
(engine starting)
Mr. Pravek?
Yeah.
Or should I say, uh, Dr. Pravek?
No, just Mr. Pravek.
I stop practicing ten
years ago. I'm retired.
By request?
There was some misunderstanding.
Arrested '62 for treating and
not reporting gunshot wounds.
Got three years for accessory
after the fact of murder.
That's quite a misunderstanding.
It was a mistake.
Yeah, was it a mistake
in '49, '50 and '51?
All right. What do you want?
A man from New York
City with a gunshot wound.
Probably in the shoulder.
I don't do that anymore.
I'm retired.
You're not answering
the question.
Did anyone call?
Listen, why don't we go on
downtown, we'll talk about it,
you can explain your income
sources for the last few years?
All right, uh, all right.
Uh, yeah, there was
a call, but I didn't go.
What was his name?
Miller?
Charles Miller from
New York, but...
The address?
Well, I didn't treat the man.
KELLER: What was the address?
Caravan Motel. He
called me, but I didn't go.
All right, now, was there
somebody else here today
asking about this guy Miller?
Short while ago, yeah.
♪♪
(tires squealing)
China Basin.
Somebody already
caved in the door.
Miller's not here.
Bert beat us to it.
Probably trying to
get him to New York.
He's crazy, he's
out of his mind,
but he is good.
He's a superstar.
KELLER: Yeah, yeah...
No, no, that's the description
of Sergeant D'Angelo.
I don't know what the
other guy looks like.
He's just got his
arm in a sling.
What's this about two guys
being picked up at the bus station,
- one with his arm in a sling?
- Thank you very much.
The other one wasn't a guy.
Well, it's hard
to tell these days.
They all got long hair,
sweaters, blue jeans.
It's hard to tell.
Six to one she's the guy
without the mustache.
Well, we've got
everything covered.
Airport, bus
station, train station,
auto rentals...
I'll bet he's hiding
somewhere waiting us out.
No, he's too smart for that.
The longer he
sticks around here,
the easier it is
for us to get him.
Ah, Bert slipped out of town.
Isn't that the
word for Bert, slip?
(chuckles) That's him.
Slip, slide or sneak,
but how would he do it?
There's no way.
He's known every
move we made so far.
He's probably done
them all himself.
What would he do, huh?
Charter a private plane.
We've got that covered.
Take a ferry to Tiburon.
We've got a man on that, too.
Slow boat to China.
(chuckles) Yeah, I wish he were
on a slow boat to...
Say that again.
Can't make it by land or air.
That's it.
I think that's right.
This is Lieutenant Stone.
Contact the Marine Exchange.
I want a list of all the
sailings this afternoon
between 3:00 and now.
Inspector Keller and I, we're
heading for the Coast Guard.
We'll keep in touch.
Come on.
STONE: You said
the one to Alaska
stops in Vancouver, right?
MAN: Sailed at
4:00. Six passengers.
STONE: Notify the
Vancouver Police.
Give them a full description.
MAN: Yes, sir.
STONE: The other two
stop at the Orient, right?
MAN: Ten-four.
KELLER: We can
forget about them.
STONE: Yeah, that leaves
the Pioneer Contractor.
Goes to Buenos Aires
by way of Los Angeles
through the Panama Canal.
Left a half hour ago.
Notify the Pioneer Contractor.
Tell them to stand by to be
boarded by the Coast Guard.
MAN: Yes, sir.
(siren blaring)
Bert takes a boat to
L.A., a plane from there.
He's pretty smart.
MAN: Okay, let's go.
Got you.
Try something.
Please, Charlie, try something.
You are a stinking bucket
of junk, and I want to kill you.
Just try something.
- Okay.
- I want to see a lawyer.
You're going to see a lot of
lawyers. You're going to see
district attorneys,
judges, appeals lawyers.
You're going to do nothing
but see lawyers. Sit down.
It's a long way to New York.
You can't do that.
You got to have
extradition papers
to take me back to New York.
The boat's moving.
I can't stop the boat.
I have no jurisdiction at sea.
When I get back, I'm going
to tell them I was kidnapped.
And I'm going to tell
them how I found you
walking around on
Times Square in a daze.
And you know what?
They're going to believe me
because all the boys
back at the precinct
are dying to say hello to you.
Drop it.
Stand up.
Take out your cuffs.
- Slap it on your left wrist.
- (click)
Put your hands behind your back.
Turn around.
Why did you hit Mickey?
He got in the way.
You're the one they wanted.
Getting too close,
pushing too hard.
Come on.
Where we going?
Splash.
Hold it!
BERT: Watch it. He's got a gun.
All right, Bert, yeah.
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
(click)
Go ahead. That's a good idea.
Why don't you do that, Charlie?
Go ahead and jump.
Then I won't get you,
and Michael won't get you.
The sharks will get you.
And we'll all have
something to watch.
Go on, jump.
Come on, come on. Get down here.
Get over there.
BERT: You're a gutless lowlife.
Will you shut up?
Charlie Miller,
you're under arrest
for the murder of Joey Latham.
- You know your rights?
- Yeah.
BERT: Don't worry, Charlie.
They tell me California
is the Garden of Eden.
For murder, they send
you to the country club
for, say, ten years.
So, the day you
get out, I'll be there...
with a warrant and a set
of extradition papers, okay?
Are you finished?
Yeah.
Okay, then shut up.
Get around there.
They're waiting for us.
BERT: Okay, you've had your
fun. Now unlock these, huh?
The keys are in the pocket.
Sorry, Bert, but you're
under arrest, too.
- I'm under arrest? What for?
- Because what you did
was very, very illegal.
Getting kidnapped is
against the law? Since when?
Now, you know
better than that Bert.
Attempting to move a
felon across state lines.
I wasn't moving him;
he was moving me.
But it's your responsibility
to tell us where he was,
and you knew he was on the boat.
I couldn't find him.
There's a lot of
rooms on that tub.
He's lying. He had a gun on me.
He was going to
take me to New York.
A likely story.
I just happen to believe him.
I'm going to throw
the book at you, Bert.
The book hasn't been
printed yet, Michael.
The court is only
interested in facts,
and the only facts
you can testify to
are who was
wearing the handcuffs
and who was holding the gun.
Okay.
Come on.
(chuckles)
Okay, come on.
Steve, be a buddy.
Unlock these.
They're cutting
off my circulation.
You know, maybe you ought
to wait till we get to the station.
What about the airport?
Steve, is this the way
you treat a guest in Frisco?
Bert, hey, San Francisco.
Frisco!
Whatever.
(both laughing)
KELLER: All right,
let's give this one to, uh,
Dietrich in vice, and, uh...
BERT: Hi, Steve.
What? Hey, I thought you
went, uh, to New York yesterday.
- That's what you get for thinking.
- Oh.
How's it going, Michael?
Mike.
Thank you.
Say, uh, if you
don't have any way
of getting out to the airport,
Steve can take you down there.
It's been nice.
I think he likes me.
- Oh, yeah?
- He shook hands with me.
I think that's his way of
saying good-bye, Bert.
Where's he going?
He's not going anywhere;
it's where you're going.
I'm going to Chinatown.
And then I'm going to take
the ferry to Tiburon and back.
And then I'm going to go
down to Fisherman's Wharf.
Now, I thought you
hated San Francisco.
It's not love at first sight.
Kind of grows on
you, though, doesn't it?
Uh, it's a lot of things.
Nothing's been the same
since Mickey was killed.
I've been kind
of looking around.
I called my wife. She
doesn't hate the idea
- of moving to Frisco.
- What about your girlfriend?
Well, she says, if it's
good enough for my wife,
it's good enough for her.
Well, it'd be like starting
all over again, Bert,
but you probably
could find, you know,
some kind of job
here in the department.
Well, that wouldn't be so bad,
working with guys
like you and Michael.
You two guys are
cream of the crop.
If it wasn't for you,
I would be floating
facedown in the bay right now.
No, Bert, I think you could
take care of yourself okay.
No, really, I got
to hand it to you.
You guys are good cops.
You were with me
every step of the way,
and when it came down
to the real mahoskas,
you were right there.
My hat is off to you.
Well, that's very big of you,
Bert. Thank you very much.
Frisco's finest.
But you wouldn't last
ten minutes in New York.
(Keller laughing)