The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 4, Episode 23 - Runaway - full transcript
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Daddy?!
(sobbing)
Daddy...?!
Oh, Daddy...!
JEANNIE: Oh, it's
good to be back.
(Stone chuckles)
You look absolutely great.
You don't look so bad
yourself, sweetheart.
It's amazing what
looking forward
to ten days of nothing
but you and me
can do for the complexion.
I've missed you, you
gorgeous hunk of man.
Mmm...
I can't help it.
Older men turn me on.
Now you shouldn't do that.
Ah, it made their day.
MAN (over radio):
Inspectors eight-one,
this is headquarters.
If they only knew
my rival for your time.
Inspectors eight-one, go ahead.
Report of 217 at
223 Green Street.
Inspector Keller
requests you 10-20.
10-4. We're on our way.
(sighs) Is it really
true you and Steve are
the only homicide
detectives in San Francisco?
(Stone chuckles)
(indistinct radio transmission)
KELLER: Hi, Jean. How are ya?
STONE: We were
at the bus station
when the call came through.
What-what is it?
A possible eyewitness,
a Chris Cavanaugh.
She heard the
argument, the shot,
then she saw the killer
leave the apartment.
Did she give us a description?
Yeah, yeah.
The man that was shot
is named Fred
Cavanaugh... Her father.
Father?
KELLER: She got into
town just half an hour ago.
She's just a baby.
Fifteen.
Jeannie, take care of her,
will you, while we check it out?
Sure.
KELLER: Over here.
He's about five-11.
He's got dark hair.
She thinks she'd recognize
him if she saw him again.
Let's hope we give
her a chance to.
Lab men been called yet?
They're on their way, yeah.
Hello, Mason.
Well, looks like he
put up a struggle.
Hey, there's a gun on
the floor over there, Officer.
Ain't nobody touched a
thing; I made sure of that.
Uh, the name's Donetti.
I live two doors down.
It was me that called the cops.
OFFICER: Police.
I kept everybody out.
Got one shot right
near the heart, Mike.
Well, nine-millimeter
automatic. Pretty lucky, huh?
Eyewitness, fingerprints...
Should be a cinch.
So what can you tell us
about him, Mr. Donetti?
I never seen him before.
What are you talking about,
you never saw him before?
There's two doors down the hall.
How could you
never see him before?
He don't live here.
This is Fred
Cavanaugh's apartment.
You thought that was Cav?
That ain't Fred Cavanaugh?
Cavanaugh's much
bigger than him, dark hair.
This one I never seen before.
Let me talk to the girl.
(sniffles)
I'm sorry.
I'm just not very hungry.
You really should
have something, Chris.
There's no place to put it.
I've a big lump there.
Okay.
You want to talk?
No, that won't change anything.
And I might cry.
Maybe it'll make
you feel better.
But that won't
change anything either.
Mike?
What are you doing?
Here I am in the middle
of a murder investigation
and you're...
Mike, those people
were staring at her.
And I told the
officer I'd be here.
Okay, I understand.
Chris, how long has it been
since you saw your father?
Oh... about 30 minutes ago.
Before that.
It's been a while.
How long? Three years?
Five years? Ten years?
Well, would you
know your father?
Mike... Just a minute.
Chris, the dead man in
there is not your father.
His name is Larry Cox.
The man that you described
running out of the apartment,
well, he fits the
description of your father.
Then he's alive?
It looks that way.
Uh, wait a minute.
You know, I could have been
wrong about that description.
The man I saw had blond
hair and-and-and blue eyes.
And a limp.
Uh, yeah, uh, that's right.
Then you must know him.
No.
He's not the man I recognize.
It's your lies now.
It's your little white lies.
Don't lie.
(sniffling): Well...
that's what I'm
gonna say in court.
That he had blond
hair, blue eyes
and walked with a limp.
Well, how can I get in
touch with your mother?
My mother's dead.
Over a month ago in Utah.
Uh, but I took care of
all the arrangements,
and then I came
to find my daddy.
Don't you have any other family?
No.
Nobody you can stay with?
Just my daddy.
Well, I guess then we're
just gonna have to take you
to the Youth Guidance Center.
That's juvie hall!
Mike, Mike, you can't.
What do you mean, I can't?
She's got to go to the
Youth Guidance Center.
I have no other choice.
Uh-huh. (chuckles)
Man's got a little
headache today, huh?
Mm-hmm. Women.
Jean and Chris
didn't like the idea
of the Youth Guidance Center.
Say, you got anything
there on the dead man?
Yep. Larry Cox and his brother
are or were the muscle men
for some small-time
bookies here in town.
Brother Dave's up in
Quentin doing three to nine
on extortion,
aggravated assault.
Dave Cox. Isn't he the
one the D.A. tried to tie in
with the Judson
betting operation
The very same one, yeah.
What have we got
on the gun we found?
Unregistered, but Larry
Cox's prints, they're all over it.
Say, then we can assume
that he was in Cavanaugh's
apartment on business.
Yeah, we can also assume that
Cavanaugh's got to be someone
to deal with if he took Cox's
own gun away from him, too.
Anything on Cavanaugh?
No, R&I's checking on it now.
In the meantime?
Meantime, uh...
Why don't we start
with Manny Judson?
Good idea.
Now, look, Dave,
leave it alone, will ya?
Leave it alone?
What are you telling me, Manny?
What are you telling
me, to forget all about it?!
Well, let the police
take care of it.
You keep pushing people
around, they're gonna tie us in.
We'll be accessories
to a murder.
I don't care about that.
Just tell me where I can
find Fred Cavanaugh.
Where did he hang out?
Where do I look?!
No, I know you, Dave.
You got a temper.
You're just liable to use...
Come on!
That's right, Manny,
I got a temper.
And I'm liable to use it
on you if you don't tell me.
(stammers)
Look, he owes me money.
Tell me!
If I knew where
he was, he owes...
Okay, then... okay, Manny,
you want it the hard way.
Hey, what do you say, Joey?
Ah, hello, crumb.
Why do you talk like that for?
Oh, it's my nature.
Always the joker.
Joker? Me?
Well, business
looks good for ya.
Well, where else can you
be a fighter pilot for a quarter?
And I'm not lending
you a red cent.
I can read you like
a book, Cavanaugh.
Well, then, you know I
got my back against a wall.
Well, that's a very
good way to scratch it,
you know what I mean?
- (laughs)
- Come on, please.
Just this once.
"Just this once."
You've stuck me for
the last time, crumb.
Please, Joey.
I gotta get away for a while.
I'll get it back to you.
Oh, you're leaving town?
Just for a while.
Well, have a nice trip.
And do something for
me, will you, Cavanaugh?
Stay as long as you can!
- Joey...
- Go away, get lost.
Breeze, blow, disappear!
(knocking on door)
Well, afternoon, Manny.
What are you guys doing here?
Just came up to see
your view, Manny.
- Beautiful. Just beautiful.
- Say, what happened?
You don't look so good.
Meet up with one of your
dissatisfied customers?
I'll call if I decide
to press charges.
Against Fred Cavanaugh?
What did he do, work you over?
I'm sorry.
I don't know the name.
Do you know Larry Cox?
Oh, him I know.
Knew. Knew. He's dead.
- No kidding?
- Uh-huh.
He did odd jobs
for you, didn't he?
For a lot of people.
He was what you
call, uh... a freelance.
Well, somebody tried to
"freelance" Fred Cavanaugh,
and Cavanaugh killed him.
Well, he wasn't working for me.
Like I said, I don't know
no Fred Cavanaugh.
Besides which, when
I used Larry Cox,
it was for nothing
to get killed over.
Strictly legit, right?
Just like his brother Dave.
Did they try to
tie me into that?
Didn't the D.A. do his best to,
but didn't my lawyers prove...
Good-bye, Manny.
Hey, you know,
you ought to get
some antiseptic on that.
It could get infected.
You better look out.
Manny, just by chance,
if you happen to hear
about this fella Cavanaugh,
give us a ring, will ya?
Look, why don't we
make it an early night?
You can get back, have a
nice, home-cooked meal.
Home-cooked meal?
Haven't had many
of those, have I?
I know.
Listen, before Jeannie
goes back to Tucson,
we've got to have you
over for an evening.
That would be very nice, yes.
- How about this evening?
- Yes. That would be very nice.
- Oh, you like that, don't you?
- (laughs)
Huh? Subtle. Oh, ho.
- Nice quiet evening, huh?
- Thanks.
- Home-cooked meal? Huh?
- Thank you very much.
(chuckling)
Smell that?
Pot roast. My favorite meal.
Yeah, so what, are
you expecting guests?
You got three place
set... Uh, hi, Mike.
Uh... supper won't
be ready for a while.
The roast isn't quite done.
I-If you're staying, I'll
set another a place.
- Thank you very much.
- Yes, he's staying, but, uh...
What are you doing here?
Well...
Chris, I'll let you toss the
salad at the last minute, okay?
Hi, Dad. Steve.
- Hi, Jeannie.
- What is she doing here?
Chris is going to
have supper with us.
How did you get out of
the Youth Guidance Center?
Oh, I... walked out.
Well, you're going to
walk right back in again.
No, I'm not.
We'll see about that.
But I don't like it there.
It doesn't matter
whether you like it or not,
it's for your own good.
Oh!
Why is it every time a grownup
wants you to do something,
they say, "it's for
your own good?"
Like I don't know
what's good for me.
Like I'm stupid or something.
You know, it seems to me
if it were good for me, I'd
be able to see it for myself.
And I wouldn't
need you to tell me.
Well, you're not old
enough to understand.
When you get old enough,
then you'll understand.
CHRIS: That's another thing.
"When you're older,
you'll understand."
Putting me in that place
is like sweeping the
dirt under the rug.
Out of sight, out
of mind, right?
Hold it. Wait a minute.
Let's start all over
again, shall we?
Clean the slate.
It's the law.
Do you understand that?
You are 15 years old,
and the law says
that anyone who...
- (snickering)
- What's so funny?
KELLER: You can't talk
to a teenager like that.
You start arguing with her,
you've already lost your point.
Oh, now you're going to tell me
how to raise a teenage
daughter, is that it?
KELLER: I'll come back
to supper another night.
STONE: No, no, no.
I wouldn't think of you
going now, not now.
Knowing how well you
understand the problem.
No, no, I didn't say that.
Oh, yeah, I think you
ought to try and solve it.
Go ahead.
- No, Mike, no...
- Oh, be my guest.
Go on!
Okay, come on, let's go.
Excuse me, you got a sweater?
Look, Mike...
Jean and I talked
it over, and...
and she said you
had a lot of clout.
Now you could... She did, huh?
Well, she shouldn't make
promises I can't keep.
You could've done something.
What?
I don't know, something.
Tastes good.
Just like your
mother used to make.
The silent treatment
is the same, too.
I'm sorry.
Pass the gravy.
The really irritating
part is that you're right.
Potatoes.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
I lost her, Mike.
What happened?
Driving downtown,
she's sitting next to me.
We come to a
stoplight... she jumps out.
I went after her, and, uh, I
been looking for her ever since.
Where are you?
Uh, 1200 block on Wilson.
Stay there. I'm
coming right out.
What's the matter?
He lost her!
Who, Chris?
Yes, Chris.
She's out there wandering
the streets somewhere.
I'll go with you.
Hi, Jean. Hi, Mike.
Gee, I hope the
potatoes aren't cold.
I hate cold mashed potatoes.
Central Dispatch, this
is Lieutenant Stone.
I want you to contact
Inspector Keller
and tell him to drop the search.
I've already
contacted the subject.
You know, I'm like
a homing pigeon.
- Just a minute.
- Once I've been someplace,
I can always find my
way back, even in the dark.
No, I-I'm sure he'll understand.
Thank you.
Now, little homing pigeon...
you know where the Youth
Guidance Center is, don't you?
So you just fly
your way back there.
But I'm talking
about places I like.
Well, don't like
this place too much,
because you're not
gonna be here too long.
Why?
STONE: We've
gone all through that.
I know, I know.
It's for my own good, and...
I'll understand
when I'm older, right?
Right.
(crying): What's the
law know about me?
The people who wrote those laws
never heard of Chris Cavanaugh.
- All right.
- How do they know what's best for me?
- Never mind.
- They write laws
- Hey... shh...
- for 15-year-old girls like...
like 15-year-old
girls are all alike!
- All right, I'm sorry.
- No, you're not!
(sniffling): You
want to get rid of me
just like everybody else!
You don't really care about me!
And they don't care about
me down at that center!
It's an ugly place!
It smells like a
hospital, and I hate it!
(sobbing)
Mike, what difference
does one night make?
The regulations
aren't gonna break
if you bend them this once.
I can't do that.
Look, she can sleep on
the extra bed in my room,
and then you can take
her down to the center
on your way to work tomorrow.
- All right. All right, I'll...
- (sobbing)
I'll make a call, and
I'll see if it's okay.
(sobbing continues)
All right, you win.
You win, so stop the crying,
have your supper, and go to bed.
Oh, thank you, Mike! Thank you!
No, it's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
You know... your dad's
not a bad guy after all.
He's a sucker for tears.
I know.
Most men are.
I can't seem to sleep.
Jean told me about her
mother, how she died.
Jean was about your age.
She took it pretty hard.
But at least she had you.
And I had her.
You know, I'm not
gonna have anybody
if you put my father in jail.
I'm not gonna put your
father in jail; the law is.
I just work for the law.
Well, do you have
to work so hard?
- I mean...
- I know what you mean.
And the answer is yes.
There's evidence that
your father killed a man.
Well, if he did, he
must've had a good reason.
Then why did he run away?
I don't know.
Maybe he was afraid.
But my father
wouldn't kill anyone.
He's a good man.
He's kind and-and gentle.
How long has it been
since you saw your father?
Well, my mom's
told me all about him.
How he was.
The things he said and did.
How much he loved me
and how much she loved him.
And she couldn't love anyone
who... who could kill somebody.
Chris... maybe he's changed.
People do, you know.
You didn't. Jean told me.
Jean told you that?
Mm-hmm.
She said I didn't change?
I changed.
I changed a lot... inside.
Deep inside.
I'm not the same man I
was when my wife died.
I'm different.
Maybe nobody
sees it, but... I know it
and that's all that matters.
(Stone's voice fades under
traffic passing on street)
Hey, hey, all right, Clarence!
How you doing, babe?
All right, Steve. How are you?
- Pretty good.
- You're up very early for a cop.
Well, the city never sleeps,
you know what I mean?
- Ah, yeah.
- Yeah?
So how's the bookie biz?
- What bookie?
- What bookie biz, huh?
Mr. Vice come knocking
on your door, babe.
You trying to tell me something?
- No, no, I need something.
- Sure.
If I got it, you got it.
Freddie Cavanaugh.
Never heard of him.
Small-time gambler.
He dusted Larry Cox.
Then you have
nothing to worry about.
Just go to the morgue and wait.
He's bound to show
up sooner or later.
Larry's brother
Dave will see to it.
Dave's in Quentin.
That is a good thing
or there would be one less
Fred Cavanaugh in the world.
(laughs) You're all
right, you know that?
Listen, I need
a little help here.
As long as it's legal.
Why don't you go around,
talk to some of your friends,
see if they know
the guy, all right?
- Here's a shot.
- How much?
KELLER: Twenty.
25. The inflation.
20. The recession.
Lieutenant Stone
always gives me 25.
So when I become a lieutenant,
I'll give you 25, Clarence.
My first drink tonight, I'll
toast to your quick promotion.
Hey, I don't know what happened.
I'm sure I put the
alarm on last night.
Sure isn't like
you to oversleep.
Unless it's old age.
- Oh, very funny.
- You want some coffee?
No. No, no, no.
Haven't got time.
Where's Chris?
She isn't up yet.
Well, I said I was
gonna take her
to the Youth Guidance
Center on the way to work.
I'll take her down later.
Wait a minute now... you
said you'd take her down?
Yeah, and then you can
take me to lunch, okay?
That's a date.
(laughter)
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
(whispering): Is he gone?
Chris, come here and sit down.
Did you turn off
Mike's alarm clock?
Yes.
Jeannie, if I hadn't,
I would have been on my way
back to that place right now.
Come on.
Can't I stay until
he finds my father?
I'm sorry, Chris.
I promised Mike I'd take you
downtown right after breakfast.
I've never seen you have a
cup of coffee in the morning.
I always have a cup of
coffee first thing in the morning.
I just don't have
it in the office
the first thing in the morning.
Oh. You overslept, huh?
Missed the first cup
of coffee at home.
Never mind all that.
Just read me the report
on Cavanaugh, will you?
Well, it's kind of surprising.
Got petty theft,
breaking and entering.
Spent a term in Vacaville
a couple of years ago...
Gambling charges.
Mm. No assault
or robberies, huh?
No, nothing like
that. Just small stuff.
Mr. Cavanaugh
was really small-time.
Well, that doesn't
paint the picture
of a strong, violent
man, does it?
Maybe he got lucky
wrestling with Cox.
And Manny Judson.
Somebody else could
have worked him over.
That's all you had?
Yeah, that's-that's about it.
He's got a few drunk
and disorderlies.
Cavanaugh was married.
Wife divorced him
while he was in prison.
Yeah, she just died
recently, in Utah.
No... Utah... no. She, uh...
No, according to the prison
records, she lives in Kansas.
Where in Kansas?
Elmdale.
Right there.
Elmdale, Kansas.
Yeah.
Ah, come on, will you, Dave?
Joey, I asked you a question.
Okay.
Yeah, Cavanaugh comes in now
and then, usually when he's broke.
When was the last
time you saw him?
He was here yesterday,
but I ran him out, honest.
I ran him out. I got
witnesses that I ran him out.
I don't know where
he is now, I swear.
He tried to tap me for some
money, but he got nothing.
I gave him absolutely nothing.
I got witnesses for that, too.
Who?
Well, uh... Cliff
Healey was here, and...
and, uh, and Big Gordy.
And Benny Timmons. Yeah.
Yeah... Benny might
know where he is.
Where is she?
I said I'd take her
down there for you.
Where is she?
In the kitchen.
Chris? Chris, come in here.
I want to talk to you.
Well, at least you
can take off your hat.
Oh.
What's the matter, Mike?
Sit down right over there.
I'm in trouble, right?
Nothing that your lies
can't get you out of.
Now I want you to tell
me about your mother.
I told you.
My mother's dead.
Why?
Why? Because she's alive
and well and living in Kansas.
I just talked to her
over the phone.
She's worried sick about you.
She's been worried
about her for eight days.
Eight days not knowing
whether she's alive or dead.
CHRIS: She doesn't
care about me.
She's got him.
Him? Who is him?
Andy. The guy she's gonna marry.
But you're her daughter, Chris.
Tell her that.
Whenever Andy's around,
she doesn't even know I'm alive.
All they do is-is
look at each other
and smile and... and hold hands.
It makes me sick.
Do you know the
meaning of the word love?
I just talked to your
mother over the telephone.
She loves you.
She loves him.
She loves you both...
in different ways, Chris.
You'll understand when you're...
When I'm older. I know.
No, you don't.
Now, you're a bright kid,
but there are a lot of
things you don't know.
I know that I want
to be with my father!
And that's for sure.
(door closes)
Now what?
Well... (sighs)
We should be in Judge
Thackery's chambers by 3:00.
I, uh...
I promised her mother I'd
take temporary custody of her
until we found her father.
She'll be staying here with us.
For how long?
I don't know how long.
Until her mother
comes and gets her.
(loudly): The
sooner, the better.
Why don't you quit trying to
sound like a gruff old bear?
You've got a great big
soft spot in your heart.
Oh, no.
In my head.
Don't stand there
grinning at me.
Get her ready,
will you? Come on.
(liquid pouring)
Come on in, punk.
(grunts)
(gunshots)
Get out of here.
Get out of the way!
Drive.
You said you had
something to tell me.
I'll tell you on the way. Drive!
Did you find Cavanaugh?
No, no, but something
just as good...
- No, no... no, no...
- Oh, come on, Clarence.
Quit playing games
with me, will you?
I don't play no games
about Dave Cox.
He ain't in queues
on the streets.
I saw him in a bar
a little while ago.
He was asking questions
about Fred Cavanaugh.
And when Crazy
Dave asks questions,
he gets answers.
Let me out up here.
You're acting like somebody
is after you, Clarence.
Yeah, someone is.
KELLER: Who?
You promise you won't tell?
Sure, I promise.
Vice Squad.
I'll call you when
I get something.
(car door closes)
That'll teach me
to make a promise.
STONE: You heard what
the judge said, didn't you?
CHRIS: Yes, sir.
Are there any questions?
Uh... no, sir.
Then you know
what's expected of you?
I'm supposed to
be a little angel.
Just till your mother gets here.
Then you can be yourself again.
You know, Mike, I'm not
going to go back with her.
Wait a minute now.
Don't give me any of your lip.
I can take you right
back to the judge.
We can make other arrangements.
Okay, Mike, no lip.
But why can't I stay
here with my father?
But what if they
put him in prison?
You mean, what if
you put him there?
I don't put him
there. The law does.
I just arrest him.
That's my job.
Well, what kind
of a job is that,
to... to separate a
young girl from her father
just when she needs him?
And what kind of a father is it
who leaves his wife
and his daughter
and responsibilities?
Well... he had his reasons.
STONE: Maybe...
you know, just maybe,
he's not a nice man.
But my mother said
he was a nice man.
And why would she lie to me?
Come on.
There you go, Albie.
Thank you.
"Sixth race... Aqueduct,
Best Gal... 20 to win.
Albie C."
Ah... good day to you, pilgrim.
Time to shine.
Huh! Past time, from
the look of your zapatos.
Pilgrim, I am sorry,
but I just heard
the telephone ring.
Will you excuse me
while I go and answer it?
You told the officer that
he ran right past you.
Yeah, that's right.
And those shots came
closer to killing me than him.
I'm telling you,
something's got to be done.
Okay, we're trying.
You know what it's
like to be shot at?
What do you got?
Well, Cavanaugh was staying here
until somebody
took a shot at him.
Can you give us a
description of this man?
The one with the gun?
Big, tough, about
your size, but younger.
That's him! That's
the guy with the gun.
That's him.
David Cox, paroled from
San Quentin two weeks ago.
I just talked to
his parole officer.
He gave me his
address. You interested?
Yes, I am. Thanks a lot.
Homicide. Sergeant Sekulovich.
Yeah, this is Clarence
Hoby. Let me talk to Keller.
He's not here.
Let me talk to Stone.
Lieutenant's not here,
either. Any message?
No, I'll try him at home.
Like they say, you got to
spend money to make money.
You're getting on my nerves.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Yeah, let me speak
to Lieutenant Stone.
He's not here right now.
Oh. Well, I got a
message for him.
Okay, let me get a pencil.
(sighs)
Um, can't seem to find one.
Will you call back later?
Look, just tell him
Clarence called
about Fred Cavanaugh.
Hello? Hello?
Uh, did you say Fred Cavanaugh?
Yeah, that's right.
Well, the lieutenant's
been waiting to hear from you.
Why don't you
tell me what it is,
and I can remember it.
Who is this?
Um, his daughter.
Yeah, well, you tell him
that Clarence Hoby called,
and you can tell him
Fred Cavanaugh's holed up
in the old Wrightwood
area project, building 23.
The old Wrightwood area
project, building 23. I'll tell him.
Oh, yeah, tell him I'll come
by tomorrow to pick up on...
(hangs up)
(checks coin-return slot)
(Keller sighs)
Uh, yeah, we're
looking for the manager.
Is that what you're
looking for, are you?
We're the police.
(laughs)
You could've fooled me.
If you're looking for
somebody to bust,
I've got a good selection.
You can take your pick
of anybody on this floor.
According to our information,
David Cox lives here.
If your information
says so, he must.
I mean, when are the police
ever wrong about anything?
Is he here now?
No.
Can we see his room?
You can if you have a...
Pilgrim, did you come here to
have these suedes fuzzed up
or balded off?
Jeannie, can you tell me
the name of the company
that the cab was with?
The... No.
Jeannie... Will
you listen to me?
I can't do anything until
I hang up this telephone.
I'll let you know the minute I
find anything out. Good-bye.
What's that all about?
When Jeannie was coming
home from the market,
she saw Chris
drive off in a cab.
- She left?
- Evidently.
- To go where?
- Lieutenant, did a Clarence Hoby
- get in touch with you?
- Did he call here?
Yes, but he said he was gonna
call you at home.
Did he get you?
No.
He got Chris instead.
STONE: Come on, let's find him.
♪♪
(door creaking)
♪♪
♪♪
(footsteps approaching)
- (Chris gasping)
- Well, who the devil are you?
(panting)
You nearly killed
me with that thing!
Well, what are you doing here?
Running away.
Well, keep on running;
this building's occupied.
Did you hear me? I said beat it!
Look, kid, if you're not
gone in two seconds,
I'm gonna have to hurt you.
I'm Chris, Daddy.
What are you talking
about? Chris who?
Your Chris.
Chris? All the way from Kansas?
(exhales)
Oh... How did you
know I was here?
Aren't you... glad to see me?
How did you find me?
A man phoned Mike and...
told me where you were.
Who's Mike? Mike who?
He wasn't there, so
I took the message.
Mike who? Who's Mike?
Who is the man that phoned?
Mike's a cop.
But he doesn't know,
Daddy; I took the message.
Well, who's the guy that phoned?
Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody!
I-I don't know! I
don't remember!
It was Charlie or
Clarence or somebody!
Ow! You're hurting me!
Well?
No wonder we
couldn't find Clarence.
Vice busted him for making
book; he's down in city jail.
Why don't we get
somebody from Records,
go downstairs and talk to him.
Yeah, this is eighty-one
to Headquarters.
But, Daddy, I've come
all the way from Kansas
- to be with you.
- You can get your tail back to Kansas.
- I can't.
- Well, then don't.
I-I haven't got any place to go,
nobody to go to.
I haven't got
anybody else but you.
Look, Chris, you don't have me.
The last thing I need
right now is a sniveling kid
hanging along behind me!
I'm not a sniveling kid!
I won't get in your way, Daddy.
I promise!
Look, what is it with you!
Didn't your mama
teach you to mind?
We'll go away together!
On a dollar 37 cents?
That's all I got between
me and Tap City.
I can't even get to Marin.
I've got money.
You've what?
You got money?
How much?
$50. It's my birthday money,
and I've saved it since...
Got it on you?
Sure.
Let's have it.
No, Daddy.
Not unless I go with you.
Look, I'm your dad, aren't I?
Well, all right, I'm ordering
you to give me that money,
do you understand?
Now, that's an order.
(vehicle approaching)
Don't crowd me!
(vehicle approaching)
(tires screech)
There he is. Come on.
(Chris gasping, panting)
Shh.
Give me that money.
You're not leaving me.
Give it to me.
I need it.
We're going away together.
Dave!
Dave, I didn't mean
for anything to happen!
We were rassling for
the gun, and it went off!
You killed him, Freddie.
Now it's your turn.
Oh, good God!
Don't kill me! Please!
- Please!
- Hold it! Police!
(gunshot)
(Dave grunts in pain)
There's just one
thing I want to tell you.
(crying): You're a creep, Daddy.
A good-for-nothing creep.
And I wish Mom had
told me about you.
It would have saved me the trip.
STONE: Yeah. (chuckles)
Well, thank you, Lieutenant,
for looking after Chris,
and, well, just everything.
It was my pleasure,
Mrs. Cavanaugh.
Aw, that's not what
you said this morning.
You said I was
a pain in the neck
and you'd be glad
to get rid of me.
- Did I say that?
- Yes, I think you said something
very close to that, yes.
Well, I... (awkward chuckle)
I guess I said it because, um...
Because you meant it?
At the time, yes.
Believe me, I understand.
Well, if you're
gonna talk about me,
the least you could do
is do it behind my back.
Hey... where's Andy?
He's over in the car.
Well, let's go.
What's a family reunion
without the whole family?
Right. Thanks again, Lieutenant.
Good-bye.
Good-bye, Mike.
Good-bye, slugger.
Hey... if I write you a
letter, will you answer me?
Sure, I'll answer.
What is this, uh, great
magic power you have
over all these women?
I don't know.
But I tell you, whatever it is,
I'd better be
careful how I use it.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
(men grunting, scuffling)
(gunshot)
♪♪
Daddy?!
(sobbing)
Daddy...?!
Oh, Daddy...!
JEANNIE: Oh, it's
good to be back.
(Stone chuckles)
You look absolutely great.
You don't look so bad
yourself, sweetheart.
It's amazing what
looking forward
to ten days of nothing
but you and me
can do for the complexion.
I've missed you, you
gorgeous hunk of man.
Mmm...
I can't help it.
Older men turn me on.
Now you shouldn't do that.
Ah, it made their day.
MAN (over radio):
Inspectors eight-one,
this is headquarters.
If they only knew
my rival for your time.
Inspectors eight-one, go ahead.
Report of 217 at
223 Green Street.
Inspector Keller
requests you 10-20.
10-4. We're on our way.
(sighs) Is it really
true you and Steve are
the only homicide
detectives in San Francisco?
(Stone chuckles)
(indistinct radio transmission)
KELLER: Hi, Jean. How are ya?
STONE: We were
at the bus station
when the call came through.
What-what is it?
A possible eyewitness,
a Chris Cavanaugh.
She heard the
argument, the shot,
then she saw the killer
leave the apartment.
Did she give us a description?
Yeah, yeah.
The man that was shot
is named Fred
Cavanaugh... Her father.
Father?
KELLER: She got into
town just half an hour ago.
She's just a baby.
Fifteen.
Jeannie, take care of her,
will you, while we check it out?
Sure.
KELLER: Over here.
He's about five-11.
He's got dark hair.
She thinks she'd recognize
him if she saw him again.
Let's hope we give
her a chance to.
Lab men been called yet?
They're on their way, yeah.
Hello, Mason.
Well, looks like he
put up a struggle.
Hey, there's a gun on
the floor over there, Officer.
Ain't nobody touched a
thing; I made sure of that.
Uh, the name's Donetti.
I live two doors down.
It was me that called the cops.
OFFICER: Police.
I kept everybody out.
Got one shot right
near the heart, Mike.
Well, nine-millimeter
automatic. Pretty lucky, huh?
Eyewitness, fingerprints...
Should be a cinch.
So what can you tell us
about him, Mr. Donetti?
I never seen him before.
What are you talking about,
you never saw him before?
There's two doors down the hall.
How could you
never see him before?
He don't live here.
This is Fred
Cavanaugh's apartment.
You thought that was Cav?
That ain't Fred Cavanaugh?
Cavanaugh's much
bigger than him, dark hair.
This one I never seen before.
Let me talk to the girl.
(sniffles)
I'm sorry.
I'm just not very hungry.
You really should
have something, Chris.
There's no place to put it.
I've a big lump there.
Okay.
You want to talk?
No, that won't change anything.
And I might cry.
Maybe it'll make
you feel better.
But that won't
change anything either.
Mike?
What are you doing?
Here I am in the middle
of a murder investigation
and you're...
Mike, those people
were staring at her.
And I told the
officer I'd be here.
Okay, I understand.
Chris, how long has it been
since you saw your father?
Oh... about 30 minutes ago.
Before that.
It's been a while.
How long? Three years?
Five years? Ten years?
Well, would you
know your father?
Mike... Just a minute.
Chris, the dead man in
there is not your father.
His name is Larry Cox.
The man that you described
running out of the apartment,
well, he fits the
description of your father.
Then he's alive?
It looks that way.
Uh, wait a minute.
You know, I could have been
wrong about that description.
The man I saw had blond
hair and-and-and blue eyes.
And a limp.
Uh, yeah, uh, that's right.
Then you must know him.
No.
He's not the man I recognize.
It's your lies now.
It's your little white lies.
Don't lie.
(sniffling): Well...
that's what I'm
gonna say in court.
That he had blond
hair, blue eyes
and walked with a limp.
Well, how can I get in
touch with your mother?
My mother's dead.
Over a month ago in Utah.
Uh, but I took care of
all the arrangements,
and then I came
to find my daddy.
Don't you have any other family?
No.
Nobody you can stay with?
Just my daddy.
Well, I guess then we're
just gonna have to take you
to the Youth Guidance Center.
That's juvie hall!
Mike, Mike, you can't.
What do you mean, I can't?
She's got to go to the
Youth Guidance Center.
I have no other choice.
Uh-huh. (chuckles)
Man's got a little
headache today, huh?
Mm-hmm. Women.
Jean and Chris
didn't like the idea
of the Youth Guidance Center.
Say, you got anything
there on the dead man?
Yep. Larry Cox and his brother
are or were the muscle men
for some small-time
bookies here in town.
Brother Dave's up in
Quentin doing three to nine
on extortion,
aggravated assault.
Dave Cox. Isn't he the
one the D.A. tried to tie in
with the Judson
betting operation
The very same one, yeah.
What have we got
on the gun we found?
Unregistered, but Larry
Cox's prints, they're all over it.
Say, then we can assume
that he was in Cavanaugh's
apartment on business.
Yeah, we can also assume that
Cavanaugh's got to be someone
to deal with if he took Cox's
own gun away from him, too.
Anything on Cavanaugh?
No, R&I's checking on it now.
In the meantime?
Meantime, uh...
Why don't we start
with Manny Judson?
Good idea.
Now, look, Dave,
leave it alone, will ya?
Leave it alone?
What are you telling me, Manny?
What are you telling
me, to forget all about it?!
Well, let the police
take care of it.
You keep pushing people
around, they're gonna tie us in.
We'll be accessories
to a murder.
I don't care about that.
Just tell me where I can
find Fred Cavanaugh.
Where did he hang out?
Where do I look?!
No, I know you, Dave.
You got a temper.
You're just liable to use...
Come on!
That's right, Manny,
I got a temper.
And I'm liable to use it
on you if you don't tell me.
(stammers)
Look, he owes me money.
Tell me!
If I knew where
he was, he owes...
Okay, then... okay, Manny,
you want it the hard way.
Hey, what do you say, Joey?
Ah, hello, crumb.
Why do you talk like that for?
Oh, it's my nature.
Always the joker.
Joker? Me?
Well, business
looks good for ya.
Well, where else can you
be a fighter pilot for a quarter?
And I'm not lending
you a red cent.
I can read you like
a book, Cavanaugh.
Well, then, you know I
got my back against a wall.
Well, that's a very
good way to scratch it,
you know what I mean?
- (laughs)
- Come on, please.
Just this once.
"Just this once."
You've stuck me for
the last time, crumb.
Please, Joey.
I gotta get away for a while.
I'll get it back to you.
Oh, you're leaving town?
Just for a while.
Well, have a nice trip.
And do something for
me, will you, Cavanaugh?
Stay as long as you can!
- Joey...
- Go away, get lost.
Breeze, blow, disappear!
(knocking on door)
Well, afternoon, Manny.
What are you guys doing here?
Just came up to see
your view, Manny.
- Beautiful. Just beautiful.
- Say, what happened?
You don't look so good.
Meet up with one of your
dissatisfied customers?
I'll call if I decide
to press charges.
Against Fred Cavanaugh?
What did he do, work you over?
I'm sorry.
I don't know the name.
Do you know Larry Cox?
Oh, him I know.
Knew. Knew. He's dead.
- No kidding?
- Uh-huh.
He did odd jobs
for you, didn't he?
For a lot of people.
He was what you
call, uh... a freelance.
Well, somebody tried to
"freelance" Fred Cavanaugh,
and Cavanaugh killed him.
Well, he wasn't working for me.
Like I said, I don't know
no Fred Cavanaugh.
Besides which, when
I used Larry Cox,
it was for nothing
to get killed over.
Strictly legit, right?
Just like his brother Dave.
Did they try to
tie me into that?
Didn't the D.A. do his best to,
but didn't my lawyers prove...
Good-bye, Manny.
Hey, you know,
you ought to get
some antiseptic on that.
It could get infected.
You better look out.
Manny, just by chance,
if you happen to hear
about this fella Cavanaugh,
give us a ring, will ya?
Look, why don't we
make it an early night?
You can get back, have a
nice, home-cooked meal.
Home-cooked meal?
Haven't had many
of those, have I?
I know.
Listen, before Jeannie
goes back to Tucson,
we've got to have you
over for an evening.
That would be very nice, yes.
- How about this evening?
- Yes. That would be very nice.
- Oh, you like that, don't you?
- (laughs)
Huh? Subtle. Oh, ho.
- Nice quiet evening, huh?
- Thanks.
- Home-cooked meal? Huh?
- Thank you very much.
(chuckling)
Smell that?
Pot roast. My favorite meal.
Yeah, so what, are
you expecting guests?
You got three place
set... Uh, hi, Mike.
Uh... supper won't
be ready for a while.
The roast isn't quite done.
I-If you're staying, I'll
set another a place.
- Thank you very much.
- Yes, he's staying, but, uh...
What are you doing here?
Well...
Chris, I'll let you toss the
salad at the last minute, okay?
Hi, Dad. Steve.
- Hi, Jeannie.
- What is she doing here?
Chris is going to
have supper with us.
How did you get out of
the Youth Guidance Center?
Oh, I... walked out.
Well, you're going to
walk right back in again.
No, I'm not.
We'll see about that.
But I don't like it there.
It doesn't matter
whether you like it or not,
it's for your own good.
Oh!
Why is it every time a grownup
wants you to do something,
they say, "it's for
your own good?"
Like I don't know
what's good for me.
Like I'm stupid or something.
You know, it seems to me
if it were good for me, I'd
be able to see it for myself.
And I wouldn't
need you to tell me.
Well, you're not old
enough to understand.
When you get old enough,
then you'll understand.
CHRIS: That's another thing.
"When you're older,
you'll understand."
Putting me in that place
is like sweeping the
dirt under the rug.
Out of sight, out
of mind, right?
Hold it. Wait a minute.
Let's start all over
again, shall we?
Clean the slate.
It's the law.
Do you understand that?
You are 15 years old,
and the law says
that anyone who...
- (snickering)
- What's so funny?
KELLER: You can't talk
to a teenager like that.
You start arguing with her,
you've already lost your point.
Oh, now you're going to tell me
how to raise a teenage
daughter, is that it?
KELLER: I'll come back
to supper another night.
STONE: No, no, no.
I wouldn't think of you
going now, not now.
Knowing how well you
understand the problem.
No, no, I didn't say that.
Oh, yeah, I think you
ought to try and solve it.
Go ahead.
- No, Mike, no...
- Oh, be my guest.
Go on!
Okay, come on, let's go.
Excuse me, you got a sweater?
Look, Mike...
Jean and I talked
it over, and...
and she said you
had a lot of clout.
Now you could... She did, huh?
Well, she shouldn't make
promises I can't keep.
You could've done something.
What?
I don't know, something.
Tastes good.
Just like your
mother used to make.
The silent treatment
is the same, too.
I'm sorry.
Pass the gravy.
The really irritating
part is that you're right.
Potatoes.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
I lost her, Mike.
What happened?
Driving downtown,
she's sitting next to me.
We come to a
stoplight... she jumps out.
I went after her, and, uh, I
been looking for her ever since.
Where are you?
Uh, 1200 block on Wilson.
Stay there. I'm
coming right out.
What's the matter?
He lost her!
Who, Chris?
Yes, Chris.
She's out there wandering
the streets somewhere.
I'll go with you.
Hi, Jean. Hi, Mike.
Gee, I hope the
potatoes aren't cold.
I hate cold mashed potatoes.
Central Dispatch, this
is Lieutenant Stone.
I want you to contact
Inspector Keller
and tell him to drop the search.
I've already
contacted the subject.
You know, I'm like
a homing pigeon.
- Just a minute.
- Once I've been someplace,
I can always find my
way back, even in the dark.
No, I-I'm sure he'll understand.
Thank you.
Now, little homing pigeon...
you know where the Youth
Guidance Center is, don't you?
So you just fly
your way back there.
But I'm talking
about places I like.
Well, don't like
this place too much,
because you're not
gonna be here too long.
Why?
STONE: We've
gone all through that.
I know, I know.
It's for my own good, and...
I'll understand
when I'm older, right?
Right.
(crying): What's the
law know about me?
The people who wrote those laws
never heard of Chris Cavanaugh.
- All right.
- How do they know what's best for me?
- Never mind.
- They write laws
- Hey... shh...
- for 15-year-old girls like...
like 15-year-old
girls are all alike!
- All right, I'm sorry.
- No, you're not!
(sniffling): You
want to get rid of me
just like everybody else!
You don't really care about me!
And they don't care about
me down at that center!
It's an ugly place!
It smells like a
hospital, and I hate it!
(sobbing)
Mike, what difference
does one night make?
The regulations
aren't gonna break
if you bend them this once.
I can't do that.
Look, she can sleep on
the extra bed in my room,
and then you can take
her down to the center
on your way to work tomorrow.
- All right. All right, I'll...
- (sobbing)
I'll make a call, and
I'll see if it's okay.
(sobbing continues)
All right, you win.
You win, so stop the crying,
have your supper, and go to bed.
Oh, thank you, Mike! Thank you!
No, it's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
You know... your dad's
not a bad guy after all.
He's a sucker for tears.
I know.
Most men are.
I can't seem to sleep.
Jean told me about her
mother, how she died.
Jean was about your age.
She took it pretty hard.
But at least she had you.
And I had her.
You know, I'm not
gonna have anybody
if you put my father in jail.
I'm not gonna put your
father in jail; the law is.
I just work for the law.
Well, do you have
to work so hard?
- I mean...
- I know what you mean.
And the answer is yes.
There's evidence that
your father killed a man.
Well, if he did, he
must've had a good reason.
Then why did he run away?
I don't know.
Maybe he was afraid.
But my father
wouldn't kill anyone.
He's a good man.
He's kind and-and gentle.
How long has it been
since you saw your father?
Well, my mom's
told me all about him.
How he was.
The things he said and did.
How much he loved me
and how much she loved him.
And she couldn't love anyone
who... who could kill somebody.
Chris... maybe he's changed.
People do, you know.
You didn't. Jean told me.
Jean told you that?
Mm-hmm.
She said I didn't change?
I changed.
I changed a lot... inside.
Deep inside.
I'm not the same man I
was when my wife died.
I'm different.
Maybe nobody
sees it, but... I know it
and that's all that matters.
(Stone's voice fades under
traffic passing on street)
Hey, hey, all right, Clarence!
How you doing, babe?
All right, Steve. How are you?
- Pretty good.
- You're up very early for a cop.
Well, the city never sleeps,
you know what I mean?
- Ah, yeah.
- Yeah?
So how's the bookie biz?
- What bookie?
- What bookie biz, huh?
Mr. Vice come knocking
on your door, babe.
You trying to tell me something?
- No, no, I need something.
- Sure.
If I got it, you got it.
Freddie Cavanaugh.
Never heard of him.
Small-time gambler.
He dusted Larry Cox.
Then you have
nothing to worry about.
Just go to the morgue and wait.
He's bound to show
up sooner or later.
Larry's brother
Dave will see to it.
Dave's in Quentin.
That is a good thing
or there would be one less
Fred Cavanaugh in the world.
(laughs) You're all
right, you know that?
Listen, I need
a little help here.
As long as it's legal.
Why don't you go around,
talk to some of your friends,
see if they know
the guy, all right?
- Here's a shot.
- How much?
KELLER: Twenty.
25. The inflation.
20. The recession.
Lieutenant Stone
always gives me 25.
So when I become a lieutenant,
I'll give you 25, Clarence.
My first drink tonight, I'll
toast to your quick promotion.
Hey, I don't know what happened.
I'm sure I put the
alarm on last night.
Sure isn't like
you to oversleep.
Unless it's old age.
- Oh, very funny.
- You want some coffee?
No. No, no, no.
Haven't got time.
Where's Chris?
She isn't up yet.
Well, I said I was
gonna take her
to the Youth Guidance
Center on the way to work.
I'll take her down later.
Wait a minute now... you
said you'd take her down?
Yeah, and then you can
take me to lunch, okay?
That's a date.
(laughter)
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
(whispering): Is he gone?
Chris, come here and sit down.
Did you turn off
Mike's alarm clock?
Yes.
Jeannie, if I hadn't,
I would have been on my way
back to that place right now.
Come on.
Can't I stay until
he finds my father?
I'm sorry, Chris.
I promised Mike I'd take you
downtown right after breakfast.
I've never seen you have a
cup of coffee in the morning.
I always have a cup of
coffee first thing in the morning.
I just don't have
it in the office
the first thing in the morning.
Oh. You overslept, huh?
Missed the first cup
of coffee at home.
Never mind all that.
Just read me the report
on Cavanaugh, will you?
Well, it's kind of surprising.
Got petty theft,
breaking and entering.
Spent a term in Vacaville
a couple of years ago...
Gambling charges.
Mm. No assault
or robberies, huh?
No, nothing like
that. Just small stuff.
Mr. Cavanaugh
was really small-time.
Well, that doesn't
paint the picture
of a strong, violent
man, does it?
Maybe he got lucky
wrestling with Cox.
And Manny Judson.
Somebody else could
have worked him over.
That's all you had?
Yeah, that's-that's about it.
He's got a few drunk
and disorderlies.
Cavanaugh was married.
Wife divorced him
while he was in prison.
Yeah, she just died
recently, in Utah.
No... Utah... no. She, uh...
No, according to the prison
records, she lives in Kansas.
Where in Kansas?
Elmdale.
Right there.
Elmdale, Kansas.
Yeah.
Ah, come on, will you, Dave?
Joey, I asked you a question.
Okay.
Yeah, Cavanaugh comes in now
and then, usually when he's broke.
When was the last
time you saw him?
He was here yesterday,
but I ran him out, honest.
I ran him out. I got
witnesses that I ran him out.
I don't know where
he is now, I swear.
He tried to tap me for some
money, but he got nothing.
I gave him absolutely nothing.
I got witnesses for that, too.
Who?
Well, uh... Cliff
Healey was here, and...
and, uh, and Big Gordy.
And Benny Timmons. Yeah.
Yeah... Benny might
know where he is.
Where is she?
I said I'd take her
down there for you.
Where is she?
In the kitchen.
Chris? Chris, come in here.
I want to talk to you.
Well, at least you
can take off your hat.
Oh.
What's the matter, Mike?
Sit down right over there.
I'm in trouble, right?
Nothing that your lies
can't get you out of.
Now I want you to tell
me about your mother.
I told you.
My mother's dead.
Why?
Why? Because she's alive
and well and living in Kansas.
I just talked to her
over the phone.
She's worried sick about you.
She's been worried
about her for eight days.
Eight days not knowing
whether she's alive or dead.
CHRIS: She doesn't
care about me.
She's got him.
Him? Who is him?
Andy. The guy she's gonna marry.
But you're her daughter, Chris.
Tell her that.
Whenever Andy's around,
she doesn't even know I'm alive.
All they do is-is
look at each other
and smile and... and hold hands.
It makes me sick.
Do you know the
meaning of the word love?
I just talked to your
mother over the telephone.
She loves you.
She loves him.
She loves you both...
in different ways, Chris.
You'll understand when you're...
When I'm older. I know.
No, you don't.
Now, you're a bright kid,
but there are a lot of
things you don't know.
I know that I want
to be with my father!
And that's for sure.
(door closes)
Now what?
Well... (sighs)
We should be in Judge
Thackery's chambers by 3:00.
I, uh...
I promised her mother I'd
take temporary custody of her
until we found her father.
She'll be staying here with us.
For how long?
I don't know how long.
Until her mother
comes and gets her.
(loudly): The
sooner, the better.
Why don't you quit trying to
sound like a gruff old bear?
You've got a great big
soft spot in your heart.
Oh, no.
In my head.
Don't stand there
grinning at me.
Get her ready,
will you? Come on.
(liquid pouring)
Come on in, punk.
(grunts)
(gunshots)
Get out of here.
Get out of the way!
Drive.
You said you had
something to tell me.
I'll tell you on the way. Drive!
Did you find Cavanaugh?
No, no, but something
just as good...
- No, no... no, no...
- Oh, come on, Clarence.
Quit playing games
with me, will you?
I don't play no games
about Dave Cox.
He ain't in queues
on the streets.
I saw him in a bar
a little while ago.
He was asking questions
about Fred Cavanaugh.
And when Crazy
Dave asks questions,
he gets answers.
Let me out up here.
You're acting like somebody
is after you, Clarence.
Yeah, someone is.
KELLER: Who?
You promise you won't tell?
Sure, I promise.
Vice Squad.
I'll call you when
I get something.
(car door closes)
That'll teach me
to make a promise.
STONE: You heard what
the judge said, didn't you?
CHRIS: Yes, sir.
Are there any questions?
Uh... no, sir.
Then you know
what's expected of you?
I'm supposed to
be a little angel.
Just till your mother gets here.
Then you can be yourself again.
You know, Mike, I'm not
going to go back with her.
Wait a minute now.
Don't give me any of your lip.
I can take you right
back to the judge.
We can make other arrangements.
Okay, Mike, no lip.
But why can't I stay
here with my father?
But what if they
put him in prison?
You mean, what if
you put him there?
I don't put him
there. The law does.
I just arrest him.
That's my job.
Well, what kind
of a job is that,
to... to separate a
young girl from her father
just when she needs him?
And what kind of a father is it
who leaves his wife
and his daughter
and responsibilities?
Well... he had his reasons.
STONE: Maybe...
you know, just maybe,
he's not a nice man.
But my mother said
he was a nice man.
And why would she lie to me?
Come on.
There you go, Albie.
Thank you.
"Sixth race... Aqueduct,
Best Gal... 20 to win.
Albie C."
Ah... good day to you, pilgrim.
Time to shine.
Huh! Past time, from
the look of your zapatos.
Pilgrim, I am sorry,
but I just heard
the telephone ring.
Will you excuse me
while I go and answer it?
You told the officer that
he ran right past you.
Yeah, that's right.
And those shots came
closer to killing me than him.
I'm telling you,
something's got to be done.
Okay, we're trying.
You know what it's
like to be shot at?
What do you got?
Well, Cavanaugh was staying here
until somebody
took a shot at him.
Can you give us a
description of this man?
The one with the gun?
Big, tough, about
your size, but younger.
That's him! That's
the guy with the gun.
That's him.
David Cox, paroled from
San Quentin two weeks ago.
I just talked to
his parole officer.
He gave me his
address. You interested?
Yes, I am. Thanks a lot.
Homicide. Sergeant Sekulovich.
Yeah, this is Clarence
Hoby. Let me talk to Keller.
He's not here.
Let me talk to Stone.
Lieutenant's not here,
either. Any message?
No, I'll try him at home.
Like they say, you got to
spend money to make money.
You're getting on my nerves.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Yeah, let me speak
to Lieutenant Stone.
He's not here right now.
Oh. Well, I got a
message for him.
Okay, let me get a pencil.
(sighs)
Um, can't seem to find one.
Will you call back later?
Look, just tell him
Clarence called
about Fred Cavanaugh.
Hello? Hello?
Uh, did you say Fred Cavanaugh?
Yeah, that's right.
Well, the lieutenant's
been waiting to hear from you.
Why don't you
tell me what it is,
and I can remember it.
Who is this?
Um, his daughter.
Yeah, well, you tell him
that Clarence Hoby called,
and you can tell him
Fred Cavanaugh's holed up
in the old Wrightwood
area project, building 23.
The old Wrightwood area
project, building 23. I'll tell him.
Oh, yeah, tell him I'll come
by tomorrow to pick up on...
(hangs up)
(checks coin-return slot)
(Keller sighs)
Uh, yeah, we're
looking for the manager.
Is that what you're
looking for, are you?
We're the police.
(laughs)
You could've fooled me.
If you're looking for
somebody to bust,
I've got a good selection.
You can take your pick
of anybody on this floor.
According to our information,
David Cox lives here.
If your information
says so, he must.
I mean, when are the police
ever wrong about anything?
Is he here now?
No.
Can we see his room?
You can if you have a...
Pilgrim, did you come here to
have these suedes fuzzed up
or balded off?
Jeannie, can you tell me
the name of the company
that the cab was with?
The... No.
Jeannie... Will
you listen to me?
I can't do anything until
I hang up this telephone.
I'll let you know the minute I
find anything out. Good-bye.
What's that all about?
When Jeannie was coming
home from the market,
she saw Chris
drive off in a cab.
- She left?
- Evidently.
- To go where?
- Lieutenant, did a Clarence Hoby
- get in touch with you?
- Did he call here?
Yes, but he said he was gonna
call you at home.
Did he get you?
No.
He got Chris instead.
STONE: Come on, let's find him.
♪♪
(door creaking)
♪♪
♪♪
(footsteps approaching)
- (Chris gasping)
- Well, who the devil are you?
(panting)
You nearly killed
me with that thing!
Well, what are you doing here?
Running away.
Well, keep on running;
this building's occupied.
Did you hear me? I said beat it!
Look, kid, if you're not
gone in two seconds,
I'm gonna have to hurt you.
I'm Chris, Daddy.
What are you talking
about? Chris who?
Your Chris.
Chris? All the way from Kansas?
(exhales)
Oh... How did you
know I was here?
Aren't you... glad to see me?
How did you find me?
A man phoned Mike and...
told me where you were.
Who's Mike? Mike who?
He wasn't there, so
I took the message.
Mike who? Who's Mike?
Who is the man that phoned?
Mike's a cop.
But he doesn't know,
Daddy; I took the message.
Well, who's the guy that phoned?
Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody!
I-I don't know! I
don't remember!
It was Charlie or
Clarence or somebody!
Ow! You're hurting me!
Well?
No wonder we
couldn't find Clarence.
Vice busted him for making
book; he's down in city jail.
Why don't we get
somebody from Records,
go downstairs and talk to him.
Yeah, this is eighty-one
to Headquarters.
But, Daddy, I've come
all the way from Kansas
- to be with you.
- You can get your tail back to Kansas.
- I can't.
- Well, then don't.
I-I haven't got any place to go,
nobody to go to.
I haven't got
anybody else but you.
Look, Chris, you don't have me.
The last thing I need
right now is a sniveling kid
hanging along behind me!
I'm not a sniveling kid!
I won't get in your way, Daddy.
I promise!
Look, what is it with you!
Didn't your mama
teach you to mind?
We'll go away together!
On a dollar 37 cents?
That's all I got between
me and Tap City.
I can't even get to Marin.
I've got money.
You've what?
You got money?
How much?
$50. It's my birthday money,
and I've saved it since...
Got it on you?
Sure.
Let's have it.
No, Daddy.
Not unless I go with you.
Look, I'm your dad, aren't I?
Well, all right, I'm ordering
you to give me that money,
do you understand?
Now, that's an order.
(vehicle approaching)
Don't crowd me!
(vehicle approaching)
(tires screech)
There he is. Come on.
(Chris gasping, panting)
Shh.
Give me that money.
You're not leaving me.
Give it to me.
I need it.
We're going away together.
Dave!
Dave, I didn't mean
for anything to happen!
We were rassling for
the gun, and it went off!
You killed him, Freddie.
Now it's your turn.
Oh, good God!
Don't kill me! Please!
- Please!
- Hold it! Police!
(gunshot)
(Dave grunts in pain)
There's just one
thing I want to tell you.
(crying): You're a creep, Daddy.
A good-for-nothing creep.
And I wish Mom had
told me about you.
It would have saved me the trip.
STONE: Yeah. (chuckles)
Well, thank you, Lieutenant,
for looking after Chris,
and, well, just everything.
It was my pleasure,
Mrs. Cavanaugh.
Aw, that's not what
you said this morning.
You said I was
a pain in the neck
and you'd be glad
to get rid of me.
- Did I say that?
- Yes, I think you said something
very close to that, yes.
Well, I... (awkward chuckle)
I guess I said it because, um...
Because you meant it?
At the time, yes.
Believe me, I understand.
Well, if you're
gonna talk about me,
the least you could do
is do it behind my back.
Hey... where's Andy?
He's over in the car.
Well, let's go.
What's a family reunion
without the whole family?
Right. Thanks again, Lieutenant.
Good-bye.
Good-bye, Mike.
Good-bye, slugger.
Hey... if I write you a
letter, will you answer me?
Sure, I'll answer.
What is this, uh, great
magic power you have
over all these women?
I don't know.
But I tell you, whatever it is,
I'd better be
careful how I use it.