The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 10 - Castle of Fear - full transcript
After receiving crank calls, a paranoid man fences in his home and keeps his wife and daughter sheltered. When he panics and shoots a cop who was guarding the house he covers by identifying an ex con. The paranoia now becomes real.
(theme music playing)
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(honking horn)
Come on.
(horn honks)
(tires screeching)
Help me.
Help me, please.
Please help me.
And why do you think you're
being followed, Mr. Mossman?
I don't think,
Lieutenant, I know.
Th-They won't even
listen to me downstairs.
I will.
Try me, sit down.
You said that... you had some
information about a homicide.
Mine.
I'm going to be killed.
By the man who is following you?
Do you know who he was?
No.
I didn't see his face.
Could have been anybody.
What I mean is,
it could have been
any one of seven
or eight people.
You see, three years ago
I served on a grand jury.
I got sick and I had
to quit, but before I did,
I voted to indict at least
seven or eight people.
Most of 'em went to
prison, some didn't.
Robbers, murderers, rapists.
Any one of 'em
could be after me.
Why you?
'Cause I was tough on 'em.
With all that's happening
on the streets today,
somebody's got
to be tough on 'em,
and I asked 'em questions
and I trapped 'em in lies,
and the, and the D.A. himself
congratulated me afterwards,
said I was responsible for at
least half a dozen indictments.
Mr. Mossman did serve on
a grand jury for eight weeks.
Why didn't you believe me?
We have to check
these things out.
Everybody said it was my duty
to serve on the grand jury, said...
I believed them like a fool.
You see what's happened?
Were you ever threatened before?
Well, sure.
What, do you think I'm crazy?
It's happened before,
happened two weeks ago.
What about the anonymous
phone calls I get?
I-I get threats at home.
Scared my wife half to death.
Did you tell these
things to the police?
- Sure.
- What happened?
What do you think happened?!
Nothing happened,
nothing happened!
They tell me I should
get an unlisted phone.
Okay, I, I got an unlisted phone
and I keep getting the calls!
They keep coming.
I-I, I-I need protection.
All right.
All right, Dan,
get in touch with
the D.A.'s office.
I want a list of all the
people who were indicted
while Mr. Mossman served.
We're gonna check 'em all out.
No, that's going to
take days, weeks.
What's going to
happen in the meantime?
I'll do everything I can.
I'll try to get a man out
there as soon as I can,
check it out from time to time.
Oh, okay, I understand now.
You've got to have a homicide
before you can do anything.
Okay.
Lieutenant, this case
ought to be a cinch for you
because you're getting
advance information
on the Alfred C.
Mossman murder right now,
and that ought to save
you people a lot of trouble.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Hello?
Look, is somebody there?
Will you please answer?
Hi, honey.
Oh, hi, dear.
MOSSMAN: Was that call for me?
No. No.
Well, who was it, then?
The school.
They wanted to know why
Bonnie's been absent so long.
Well, you told 'em she
wasn't feeling good, didn't you?
Yes, of course I did.
BONNIE: I'm feeling good, Daddy.
Want to see my dollhouse?
What happened downtown?
MOSSMAN: Oh, golly.
Would you look at that?
Oh, pumpkin, that's
fine. That's just fine.
Will you help me put
the bars on the windows?
Oh, pumpkin, dollhouses
don't need bars.
Then why does our
house need bars?
Because we're
gonna get you a dog.
- A dog?
- A big dog,
and we've got to have
the bars on the windows
- so the dog doesn't run away.
- BONNIE: When?
That's what Mom and I
want to talk about now,
so you run to your
room and play,
and-and we'll talk
about it later, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
BONNIE: Yay! A dog!
What are the police going to do?
MOSSMAN: The same. Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
They act as if there's
something wrong with me.
The Homeowner's
Association called this morning.
The man was very rude.
Why?
He claims that our
fence and the bars
are going to lower property
values in the neighborhood.
What's the matter with him?
Okay, maybe he doesn't
know about our problem,
but doesn't he know
that Coogan's house
last week was broken into?
And the week before
that, two blocks down,
the Reilly's house
was broken into?
Didn't he read the
papers this morning?
Over a dozen muggings
on the street last night!
That's what's driving property
values down around here!
Al, let's sell the house.
And we'll move out of
here before it's too late.
No, honey.
It'd take months to
get rid of this place,
and then try to
close on the escrow.
No, we're trapped right here.
We're going to have to defend
ourselves as best we can.
When did you get that?
MOSSMAN: Today.
Whoever it was is going
to get the surprise of his life.
Dinner'll be ready
in half an hour.
Did you get a rundown
on those cases?
ROBBINS: Yep.
11 indictments
while he was on jury.
Two were dismissed, four
got suspended sentences,
and two were found not guilty.
Well, that leaves three.
James Dunbar, Frank Herrick
and Roger Corigliano,
who's still in prison.
The other two are out on parole.
Well, what kind of
jackets on them?
Heavy.
Herrick did three and a
half out of a ten-year stretch.
Second degree murder.
Guy's got a long
history of violence.
A dozen assaults,
mostly barroom brawls.
Big guy. Six foot three
inches, 200 pounds.
According to this, he
was a model prisoner,
got time off for good behavior.
Yeah, well, the word is
he threatened to get back
at Mossman during the trial.
Well, three years of prison
could have taken a lot
of steam out of that threat.
What about the other guy?
Uh, Dunbar did two years,
voluntary manslaughter.
Got a long list of priors, too.
Yeah, it looks it.
Okay, I'll take him
and you take Herrick.
See where he was this morning.
- Right.
- Oh, Jim.
Jim, I want you to take a
stakeout tonight, 8:00 to 12:00.
I know, I know,
it's a double shift.
Well, it's not that, Lieutenant,
but I had something
planned with the wife.
The wife... Oh... oh, I forgot.
You've only been
handcuffed for a month.
Well, there'll be other nights.
She knows how hard I
bucked to get on this squad.
Mrs. Herrick?
Welcome to the sauna.
I hope you're selling ice cubes.
No, I'm Inspector
Robbins. Police.
What has that man done now?
I'd like to talk
to your husband.
Well, I wouldn't.
We've been separated
for a month now.
Uh, that's not counting
the three years vacation
he had in State.
You haven't seen
him in that time?
No, and it's been great.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah. Sorry.
I don't know... every so
often, he calls me from a bar,
but I am not going
to be a punching bag
for Mr. Golden
Gloves ever again.
Do you have any
idea where he's living?
No, I don't know.
Last I heard he was bunking in
one of those apartments
that you rent by the week.
Don't ask me the name of it,
because Frank was too
blotto to pronounce it right.
Tell me, does he have
any, uh, friends or relatives
living in the Bay area?
He lost all of his
friends a long time ago.
Including me.
Thank you.
Inspector...
Frank usually hangs out
at a bar on Turk Street.
I don't know, you might
be able to find him there.
But if you do, don't you
tell him that I told you.
That's a promise.
Thank you.
MOSSMAN: Watch
this, Bonnie. Watch...
Left to lock.
Right to unlock.
Left to lock.
Right to unlock.
Left to lock.
Right to unlock.
Okay?
That way to lock,
that way to not lock.
- Unlock.
- Uh-huh.
Yeah, but... what's the
most important thing of all?
If I'm here alone,
don't open the door to
anybody except you and Mommy.
Oh, that's right.
That's right, baby. That's good.
Go on to bed now.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
No one answers.
Who is this?!
Who's talking?! Hello!
Al, hang up. It's
probably a wrong number.
No, no, no, no, honey. I can
hear somebody breathing.
Well, maybe there's
something wrong with the phone.
No. He's doing it deliberately.
Honey, come here.
- What?
- Come here.
What's the matter?
Come here. I want to teach
you to load this thing and fire it.
No. Oh, no. Please, Al.
You know I hate guns.
Come on. You've got to learn.
No, I'm afraid of guns!
You've got to learn.
What if I'm at work?
Now, listen. It's easy. You
just, you take the bullet,
you put it in like that, see?
- Okay, pull the trigger.
- Pull the trigger?!
Take your gun. Pull the trigger.
It's not loaded. It's not
loaded. Pull the trigger.
Now pull it. Pull the trigger.
- No, I can't!
- Pull the trigger!
- Al, I just can't...
- Pull the trigger!
- (gun clicks)
- Pull the trigger!
(Herrick slurred humming)
I don't want another drink.
I just want some
telephone change.
(laughs)
(hocks)
You don't mind.
I'm taking my drink.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Hey, Beth!
Hey-ey, honey, honey,
it's Frank. (chuckles)
I want to come home,
sweetheart, huh?
Aw, come on, Beth. Come on.
Don't start the wagging
your tongue at me.
Come on, it's my pad, isn't it?
Not anymore.
Why don't you just go
home and sleep it off?
Oh... (laughs)
Come on, Beth, come on.
You know you're my home.
You know that, don't ya?
Hey, hey, honey, remember the
good times we used to have, huh?
Listen, you, the cops were
here today looking for you.
Remember your probation?
You show your face, and I'll
sic 'em on you, so help me.
Now listen, you can't
talk to me like that!
I'm still your husband!
Not anymore. I'm
filing for divorce.
Ah... divorce.
Ah! I'll teach her about
divorce and have some respect.
(dog barking in distance,
vehicle approaches)
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(lid clangs)
(car door closes)
(footsteps approaching)
(indistinct radio transmission)
MAN (over radio): Adam 20.
2400 block of Third Street.
Sam-Victor-Lincoln, 907.
(siren wailing)
(siren stops)
STONE: All right,
let me through.
Okay, give it to me, Bernie.
One shot. It went clean through.
They're still
looking for the slug.
ROBBINS: Any sign of a struggle?
BERNIE No.
From the position of the
body, he was facing the house.
Can you give us an
approximate time?
KLINE: 11:47.
The owner of the house called
it in seconds after it happened.
- Mr. Mossman was an eyewitness?
- Uh-huh.
But we haven't been able
to get much out of him.
Maybe it's the shock,
but he doesn't seem to
be able to talk about it.
He'll talk to me. Anything else?
Holmer never got his
gun out of the holster.
He came up that
driveway with nothing
but a flashlight in his hand.
STONE: Well, they say the
young ones are trigger-happy.
I want pictures and everything
else you've got by tonight.
- KLINE: They got the word.
- Come on, Daniel.
- You with me?
- Yeah.
Nothing, Lieutenant.
Are you all right, Mr. Mossman?
I told you this was
going to happen.
You wouldn't believe me.
What did you see?
I don't feel very well.
Well, you reported a murder
and you said you saw the killer.
What was he like?
Well, now, we need the
information now, Mr. Mossman.
I'm gonna check on
Bonnie. Excuse me.
Was he, uh, like
one of these two?
Yeah. That's the one.
It's him.
Frank Herrick. You're sure?
Positive.
Did you see the actual shooting?
No. I heard the shots.
I turned on the outside lights.
And Herrick... he ran
back across the street.
I came to get my gun.
When I got there, he was gone.
Mr. Mossman, you
last saw Frank Herrick
more than three years ago.
You remember him that well?
Yes. He's an animal.
He-He killed a man in a bar.
He beat a man to death.
It was him. He was following me.
What was he wearing?
Brown suit.
Uh, no tie and no hat,
and a white shirt
and dark shoes.
You saw Herrick running
across the street, away from you.
How'd you see the shirt?
Collar.
You're certain he
didn't have a tie?
It was, it was, his collar was
flattened out on his
jacket sports-style.
I'm-I'm an upholsterer.
Cloth is my business.
And your wife didn't see him?
No! My wife was asleep.
What were you doing up?
I was checking the
doors and the windows.
I check them every night.
Lieutenant?
Found it in the
gutter, Lieutenant.
Nine-millimeter, huh?
Could be a Walther or a Luger
or a half a dozen
other American makes.
Get it delivered.
Lab crew get any footprints?
Negative. Nothing else to go on,
but I got them to vacuum the
lawn and the driveway anyway.
STONE: I'll see
you at the station.
ROBBINS: Mr. Mossman,
what caliber is your gun?
.357 Magnum.
It's brand-new.
Let me show you.
See, it's brand-new.
It's never been fired.
Did you see Herrick's gun?
I can't tell one
gun from another.
Upholstery I know.
This is the first gun
I've ever owned.
STONE: That's all
for now, Mr. Mossman.
But we'll need you down
at headquarters to, uh,
sign a statement and
then later to look at a lineup.
Do I... Face-to-face?
I understand how you feel,
but Inspector William Holmer
put his life on the line for you.
And without your
full cooperation,
his killer could go free.
Now, you wouldn't
want that, would you?
No.
Good-bye.
Why did you tell them
you only had one gun?
I-I didn't want them
suspecting me.
I forgot to mention
about the other gun.
I-I don't want to answer
any more questions.
Don't you see the
way they look at me?!
They look at me like I'm
some kind of a coward!
I don't run out there
and start a gunfight!
I know. I know
you're not afraid, Al.
You were, you were just
thinking of your family.
You think these guys care
about that? These cops?
Where did Herrick's wife
say we might find him?
One of the bars on Turk Street.
Yeah, we'll do that
first thing in the morning.
Alfred, what are you
doing to my material?
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, Mr. Abajian.
This morning I
can't think straight.
I told you not to
worry your head.
The police'll find
that murderer.
Don't worry about it.
And a cop killer?
They never let a cop
killer get away. Never!
From the tiniest little
piece of hair or lint,
they've got a clue.
That's the way they get them.
I have to go home now,
Mr. Ab... I don't feel well.
Please, Alfred, we've got
this couch we promised,
and we've got the
love seat we promised.
We've got to get them out.
Think it over. Please, Alfred.
(yells) I'm gonna go home now!
(register dings)
(pinball machine dinging)
ROBBINS: You Frank Herrick?
What's your hang-up?
STONE: We're the police.
We'd like you to
come along with us.
That'll be the day.
We don't want any
trouble, Mr. Herrick.
I don't want any
trouble, either.
(horn honking)
Take him that way!
HERRICK: I never had a gun,
and I sure never shot any cop.
Then tell us the
truth about last night.
Where you went,
who you were with.
I told you a hundred times!
I was drinking everything
that was poured.
I called my wife and
she asked for a divorce.
At approximately 10:00.
What bars did you
go to after that?
Well, I don't
remember after that.
I remember I slept in my car.
When I woke up, it was dawn.
So I just waited until the
Garnet Bar and Grill opened.
Where'd you put the gun?
I get into enough trouble
with my fists alone.
What do I need a gun for?
You do admit threatening
Al Mossman's life, right?
Oh, so I threatened
his life! So what?
I mean, because I
got sent to prison.
I threatened everybody's life.
The grand jury,
the D.A. It's just talk.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait a minute now.
When did you
change your clothes?
Who changed?
I been in these same
clothes, waking and sleeping,
for the last two...
no, three days.
STONE: Just doesn't figure.
Take a look at Mossman's
description of his clothes.
"Brown suit, white
shirt, dark shoes."
STONE: Mm-hmm.
And Mossman says
his business was cloth?
That's right.
Bring him in here.
Mr. Mossman... come on.
I want you to take a
good look at his clothes.
MOSSMAN: Yes, sir.
How could you describe his
jacket and pants as being brown?
I may have made a
mistake about the clothes,
but not about his face.
I saw Herrick that night.
He killed the inspector.
- You're a liar!
- You did it! Yes, you did!
You did it! You did
it! You killed him!
You made those threatening
phone calls to my house!
You ask my wife. You
did it! You killed him!
Sekulavich!
Book him.
I'll tell you what, we'll
split an ice cream bar
and save the other
one for your father.
BONNIE: Okay.
Bonnie, did you leave
one of your toys in here?
BONNIE: No, Mommy.
(sighs)
Well, another negative.
What did you get?
ROBBINS: Three
propositions. Two from women.
Well, lucky you.
What have I got here?
11 down and nine to go.
You really think
this is worth it?
Do I think what's worth it?
Working our tails off
trying to alibi someone
who shot a policeman?
Listen, young fella.
When the D.A. gets this case,
it's not only going to be tight,
it's going to be
hermetically sealed.
And that's the least
we can do for Holmer.
Now, let's cover the 1400 block.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Uh, no, Mr. Abajian.
He stepped out.
Of course.
I'll have him call the
minute he gets back.
Good-bye.
That's the third
time he's called.
You're going to lose your job.
Al, what's the matter?
They have the man in jail.
We don't have to
be afraid anymore.
I'm taking Bonnie
to school tomorrow.
Let's go to the park. Huh?
Just the three of us.
We'll... we'll have a picnic.
It's been such a long time.
I don't know what's
happening to me, Carol.
I can't work...
This morning, I ruined
another piece of material,
$20 a yard.
Lately, everybody
keeps staring at me.
Mr. Abajian, the
police, everybody.
Is it because of this?
Why did you hide it
and lie to the police?
I forgot to tell them
when they questioned me.
Paper said it was a Luger
that killed that inspector.
I was afraid they
wouldn't believe me.
Al, you lied to me.
You told me you
traded in the Luger!
I was afraid you'd let it slip
and then they wouldn't
believe me about Herrick.
The police have doubted me
about him from the very beginning.
Carol, I'm so
afraid of everything.
Even of losing my job.
Oh.
Oh, no, Al.
No, you're not
afraid of working.
You know, some men are.
Lots of men run
from raising families.
But you're not afraid of that.
Al, I love you for that, too.
I tell you what.
We, uh, we are going
to go on that picnic.
I'm going to get some
delicatessen beef,
thinly sliced, the
way you like it.
And maybe even some beer.
It'll do us good to get
out in the fresh air, Al.
Al...?
That's him, huh?
You're sure that's him?
Sure, I'm sure.
He tried to pick a fight with
me about the parking fee.
See? I even wrote down
his, uh, license number,
just in case he came
back, you know?
The bartender
remembers him, Mike.
Says he left about 1:00.
Time and date's
stamped on the back there.
In 11:04 p.m., out 12:50 a.m.
Bartender said he was
there during all that time?
Never left.
I would have recognized
him if he came out.
You can't miss that dude.
Okay. Here you are, son. Thanks.
ROBBINS: Well, that cuts it.
Herrick couldn't
have shot Holmer.
Which means
Mossman was mistaken.
Or lied.
What do you have on
the other con, Dunbar?
STONE: Well, Dunbar's been
in Texas for over two months.
That means I'll have to
get Herrick out of custody.
I want you to get me
everything you can on Mossman.
What he had for breakfast,
the kind of upholstery
tacks he uses... everything.
Now, come on, let's go.
You're bolting the door in
the middle of the afternoon?
I called the D.A.'s
office. They let him out.
- Herrick?
- They let him out!
They don't care!
They let a murderer
walk the streets!
(phone ringing)
Don't worry, I'll get it.
It's probably Mr. Abajian.
I'm not gonna go to
work. I won't go to work.
Hello?
Hello?
Mr. Abajian, is that you?
Hello?
Listen to me, you animal!
You're not scaring me anymore!
I won't be threatened anymore!
MAN (on phone): You
asked for it, Mossman.
The animal's gonna get you!
(Mossman moaning)
Here's two more
complaints of night prowlers.
Two more, huh?
That's five, no, six
times Mossman reported
he was being
followed by hired killers,
and each time at
a different precinct.
Look at those dates.
All those complaints were made
while Herrick was
in state prison.
He was so frightened that night,
he'd say anything
to pin it on Herrick.
That's more than
fear. That's paranoia.
You know, he might even
believe he saw Herrick.
This guy could
be a little psycho.
Psycho enough to kill a cop?
Why didn't you tell us that
you were being followed
for a long time?
What good would it have done?
Our registration files show
that your bought a.357 Magnum
very recently, on the 19th.
Any law against that?
STONE: No, no, there isn't,
but we were wondering since
you were followed for,
well, over two years,
why you didn't buy a gun before?
Unless you already own one.
ROBBINS: According to
your records, you were in
the peacetime Army,
stationed in West Germany.
You didn't pick up a
nine-millimeter Luger
while you were there, did you?
Why do you question
me as if I was a criminal?
I'm a victim.
You let a murderer go.
Already he's calling
me with threats.
Oh, now, wait a minute.
Didn't you say that you had
an unlisted telephone number?
Herrick used to work for
the telephone company.
How hard would it be
for him to get my number?
According to Herrick's
record, he did work for
- the phone company as a lineman.
- He did, huh?
Every time I make a statement,
you two look at each other.
Don't you ever believe me?
It's true.
Herrick hung up on
me dozens of times.
Well, we'll check it out.
But, you know, you still
haven't answered our question.
Did you ever own a Luger?
No, of course not.
I wouldn't even know
what one looked like.
(phone ringing)
Aren't you going to answer it?
It's him.
It's Herrick.
Hello? Hello?
MAN (on phone):
I'm coming to get you!
Well, I can't hear you.
You'll have to speak louder.
MAN: I'm coming to get you!
STONE: Now why would
you want to come and get me?
Hello?
Hello!
Now do you believe us?
When he calls again,
you answer the phone.
Stall him as long as
you can. Say anything.
Anything at all just to
keep him on that phone.
We're gonna put a tracer on it.
(door opens)
It's gonna be different, Beth.
I swear, I swear I
haven't had a single drink.
Aw, honey, I want
what we had years ago.
It's too late, Frank.
Way too late.
Come on, now. Let me in.
We can talk this out.
I know we can.
I read the papers, you know.
You were arrested again.
That was that Mossman.
He lied about me.
Sure, Frank. Sure.
I'm telling you, Mossman
is trying to frame me.
It's always somebody
else's fault, isn't it?
Damn it, that little
wart. If I see him again,
I'll put a stop to it this time.
Yeah, well, you
just do that, Frank.
Beth!
Beth, I mean it.
I'll stop him.
Okay, the court order's
delivered and the tap is set.
They said with
the new equipment,
they can make a positive
trace in a millisecond,
providing it's a local call and
the monitor's set up in advance.
Let's hope we luck out.
(engine starting)
MOSSMAN: Why to your sister's?
She's safer here.
CAROL: I just want Bonnie
out of the house for a while.
But I don't want
you to go outside.
It's dangerous out there.
Al, you need help. Medical help.
No... You say, you
want to have a picnic?
All right, we're gonna
have a picnic right here.
You and me and the pumpkin,
we're gonna have
a picnic right here.
I'll spread the blanket
down on the floor,
and then you can
make the potato salad.
Albert, for God's sake,
will you listen to me?
- (phone ringing)
- Don't you understand?
I don't want her to see
you falling apart like this.
Stop it.
Stop it!
You hear me? Stop
it! Stop it! Stop it!
I'm gonna kill you, Herrick.
You come around here, I'm
gonna blow your brains out.
You say you're waiting for
me? Now I'm waiting for you.
I'm waiting for you.
You come get me.
DISPATCH: Inspectors
eight-one, Inspectors eight-one.
Inspectors eight-one.
We have your phone trace.
At the corner of
20th and Wisconsin.
A pay phone.
Okay, 10-4.
Let's go.
♪♪
Hey, Mossman,
20 guns ain't gonna
save you, Mossman.
I'm coming to get you.
(laughs) He'll be
through in a minute.
I think you're
through right now.
Hi. We weren't doing anything.
Let me have your school I.D.'s.
How did you get Mossman's
unlisted telephone number?
Who's Mossman?
Don't give me that.
Now, how did you get the number?
I deliver groceries
at the Fortress.
I sneaked a look at
the kitchen phone.
We were only having
a little fun, Lieutenant.
Tormenting a sick man
is your idea of having fun?
Well, let me tell you something.
Using a public telephone
to threaten a man's life
is a criminal violation.
I didn't threaten anybody.
I mean, all I did was call up
a couple of times and hang...
Don't you tell me, buddy.
I was at the other
end of that phone.
Mike? It's our call.
Okay.
We won't do it anymore.
I know you won't.
Your parents'll have
to come down tomorrow
and pick these up at Juvenile.
Mike, it's Mossman's house.
Neighbor called.
Emergency, code two.
Let's go.
(engine starting)
Open up, Mossman!
Al, what are you doing?
Open up, Mossman!
Al, call the police.
I know you're in there!
Get in your room.
Get in your room right
now, and stay there.
Come out or I'll boot it in.
Al!
Will you call the police!
(gunshots)
Stop it!
You stop it! Wait...
(gunshot)
(sirens wailing)
HERRICK: He's crazy!
He's trying to kill me!
Send a special
force unit out here.
Code three.
Take the back!
Backyard!
(hammer clicking)
Al.
Al, for God's sakes,
you don't know
what you're doing?
Al, will you listen
to me, please?
Don't...
Let me have the bullhorn.
Mossman.
This is Lieutenant Stone.
Throw out the gun
and come out with your hands up.
Do you hear me?
We don't want to
fire on the house.
I see you, Herrick.
- How does it feel to be afraid?
- (gunshot)
(tires squeal)
If you can keep him talking,
I can work my way around
- to the back of the house.
- You stay right where you are.
He's got bars on the
back windows, too.
Mossman, you don't want
to endanger your
wife and child, do you?
Lieutenant!
Do you hear me?
- I'm not afraid any longer.
- (gunshot)
Ready with the tear gas?
Wait for my word.
Mossman,
in ten seconds, we're
going to fire tear gas.
Come on out with your hands up.
- Throw out the gun.
- (gunshot)
Can you lob that on the porch?
Go ahead.
Mossman,
the next one's coming
through the window.
Come on out with your hands up.
No, Carol.
No, there's a killer outside.
No. Oh, no.
It's not anybody outside.
The killer is in here.
Can't you see, Al?
It's you.
It's your fear that's
killing everyone.
What, you want to destroy
us, too? Bonnie and me?
Well, go ahead.
You get it over with right now.
Go on. You use
y-your guns on us now.
Go on, Al!
Okay, drop it!
All right, come on.
Book him!
(coughing)
What for?
Trespassing,
threatening a man's life.
I only wanted to talk to him.
Yeah, I know how you
wanted to talk to him.
By climbing over a locked gate.
(lock clicks)
Right to lock, left
to not lock, Daddy.
Thank you, pumpkin.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I had trouble with the locks.
♪♪
Thank you.
Would you like to come
in, have some coffee?
No, thank you.
I'm so sorry about everything.
Well, so are we.
Will he still have to
serve a prison term?
I mean, later?
That's up to the
courts, Mrs. Mossman.
They'll do everything
they can for him.
That's good.
Good.
You now, I was watching him
when the judge told him
he was being transferred
to the mental health
unit at the hospital,
and he didn't bat an eye.
He seemed to understand
that it was for his own good.
I'm sure he did.
Thank you so much for
letting me come with you.
I don't think I could have
gone down there alone.
Good-bye.
STONE: Yeah, it looks
much better, doesn't it?
Yeah, a lot.
You know what they call that?
No, what?
Locked door syndrome.
It's happening all over.
Yeah, well, Mossman
didn't invent it.
He caught it right
here in the city.
Right in the streets.
It's a virus called fear.
Yeah, well, they better
find something to fight it
before every home
becomes a fortress.
♪♪
♪♪
(honking horn)
Come on.
(horn honks)
(tires screeching)
Help me.
Help me, please.
Please help me.
And why do you think you're
being followed, Mr. Mossman?
I don't think,
Lieutenant, I know.
Th-They won't even
listen to me downstairs.
I will.
Try me, sit down.
You said that... you had some
information about a homicide.
Mine.
I'm going to be killed.
By the man who is following you?
Do you know who he was?
No.
I didn't see his face.
Could have been anybody.
What I mean is,
it could have been
any one of seven
or eight people.
You see, three years ago
I served on a grand jury.
I got sick and I had
to quit, but before I did,
I voted to indict at least
seven or eight people.
Most of 'em went to
prison, some didn't.
Robbers, murderers, rapists.
Any one of 'em
could be after me.
Why you?
'Cause I was tough on 'em.
With all that's happening
on the streets today,
somebody's got
to be tough on 'em,
and I asked 'em questions
and I trapped 'em in lies,
and the, and the D.A. himself
congratulated me afterwards,
said I was responsible for at
least half a dozen indictments.
Mr. Mossman did serve on
a grand jury for eight weeks.
Why didn't you believe me?
We have to check
these things out.
Everybody said it was my duty
to serve on the grand jury, said...
I believed them like a fool.
You see what's happened?
Were you ever threatened before?
Well, sure.
What, do you think I'm crazy?
It's happened before,
happened two weeks ago.
What about the anonymous
phone calls I get?
I-I get threats at home.
Scared my wife half to death.
Did you tell these
things to the police?
- Sure.
- What happened?
What do you think happened?!
Nothing happened,
nothing happened!
They tell me I should
get an unlisted phone.
Okay, I, I got an unlisted phone
and I keep getting the calls!
They keep coming.
I-I, I-I need protection.
All right.
All right, Dan,
get in touch with
the D.A.'s office.
I want a list of all the
people who were indicted
while Mr. Mossman served.
We're gonna check 'em all out.
No, that's going to
take days, weeks.
What's going to
happen in the meantime?
I'll do everything I can.
I'll try to get a man out
there as soon as I can,
check it out from time to time.
Oh, okay, I understand now.
You've got to have a homicide
before you can do anything.
Okay.
Lieutenant, this case
ought to be a cinch for you
because you're getting
advance information
on the Alfred C.
Mossman murder right now,
and that ought to save
you people a lot of trouble.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Hello?
Look, is somebody there?
Will you please answer?
Hi, honey.
Oh, hi, dear.
MOSSMAN: Was that call for me?
No. No.
Well, who was it, then?
The school.
They wanted to know why
Bonnie's been absent so long.
Well, you told 'em she
wasn't feeling good, didn't you?
Yes, of course I did.
BONNIE: I'm feeling good, Daddy.
Want to see my dollhouse?
What happened downtown?
MOSSMAN: Oh, golly.
Would you look at that?
Oh, pumpkin, that's
fine. That's just fine.
Will you help me put
the bars on the windows?
Oh, pumpkin, dollhouses
don't need bars.
Then why does our
house need bars?
Because we're
gonna get you a dog.
- A dog?
- A big dog,
and we've got to have
the bars on the windows
- so the dog doesn't run away.
- BONNIE: When?
That's what Mom and I
want to talk about now,
so you run to your
room and play,
and-and we'll talk
about it later, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
BONNIE: Yay! A dog!
What are the police going to do?
MOSSMAN: The same. Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
They act as if there's
something wrong with me.
The Homeowner's
Association called this morning.
The man was very rude.
Why?
He claims that our
fence and the bars
are going to lower property
values in the neighborhood.
What's the matter with him?
Okay, maybe he doesn't
know about our problem,
but doesn't he know
that Coogan's house
last week was broken into?
And the week before
that, two blocks down,
the Reilly's house
was broken into?
Didn't he read the
papers this morning?
Over a dozen muggings
on the street last night!
That's what's driving property
values down around here!
Al, let's sell the house.
And we'll move out of
here before it's too late.
No, honey.
It'd take months to
get rid of this place,
and then try to
close on the escrow.
No, we're trapped right here.
We're going to have to defend
ourselves as best we can.
When did you get that?
MOSSMAN: Today.
Whoever it was is going
to get the surprise of his life.
Dinner'll be ready
in half an hour.
Did you get a rundown
on those cases?
ROBBINS: Yep.
11 indictments
while he was on jury.
Two were dismissed, four
got suspended sentences,
and two were found not guilty.
Well, that leaves three.
James Dunbar, Frank Herrick
and Roger Corigliano,
who's still in prison.
The other two are out on parole.
Well, what kind of
jackets on them?
Heavy.
Herrick did three and a
half out of a ten-year stretch.
Second degree murder.
Guy's got a long
history of violence.
A dozen assaults,
mostly barroom brawls.
Big guy. Six foot three
inches, 200 pounds.
According to this, he
was a model prisoner,
got time off for good behavior.
Yeah, well, the word is
he threatened to get back
at Mossman during the trial.
Well, three years of prison
could have taken a lot
of steam out of that threat.
What about the other guy?
Uh, Dunbar did two years,
voluntary manslaughter.
Got a long list of priors, too.
Yeah, it looks it.
Okay, I'll take him
and you take Herrick.
See where he was this morning.
- Right.
- Oh, Jim.
Jim, I want you to take a
stakeout tonight, 8:00 to 12:00.
I know, I know,
it's a double shift.
Well, it's not that, Lieutenant,
but I had something
planned with the wife.
The wife... Oh... oh, I forgot.
You've only been
handcuffed for a month.
Well, there'll be other nights.
She knows how hard I
bucked to get on this squad.
Mrs. Herrick?
Welcome to the sauna.
I hope you're selling ice cubes.
No, I'm Inspector
Robbins. Police.
What has that man done now?
I'd like to talk
to your husband.
Well, I wouldn't.
We've been separated
for a month now.
Uh, that's not counting
the three years vacation
he had in State.
You haven't seen
him in that time?
No, and it's been great.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah. Sorry.
I don't know... every so
often, he calls me from a bar,
but I am not going
to be a punching bag
for Mr. Golden
Gloves ever again.
Do you have any
idea where he's living?
No, I don't know.
Last I heard he was bunking in
one of those apartments
that you rent by the week.
Don't ask me the name of it,
because Frank was too
blotto to pronounce it right.
Tell me, does he have
any, uh, friends or relatives
living in the Bay area?
He lost all of his
friends a long time ago.
Including me.
Thank you.
Inspector...
Frank usually hangs out
at a bar on Turk Street.
I don't know, you might
be able to find him there.
But if you do, don't you
tell him that I told you.
That's a promise.
Thank you.
MOSSMAN: Watch
this, Bonnie. Watch...
Left to lock.
Right to unlock.
Left to lock.
Right to unlock.
Left to lock.
Right to unlock.
Okay?
That way to lock,
that way to not lock.
- Unlock.
- Uh-huh.
Yeah, but... what's the
most important thing of all?
If I'm here alone,
don't open the door to
anybody except you and Mommy.
Oh, that's right.
That's right, baby. That's good.
Go on to bed now.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
No one answers.
Who is this?!
Who's talking?! Hello!
Al, hang up. It's
probably a wrong number.
No, no, no, no, honey. I can
hear somebody breathing.
Well, maybe there's
something wrong with the phone.
No. He's doing it deliberately.
Honey, come here.
- What?
- Come here.
What's the matter?
Come here. I want to teach
you to load this thing and fire it.
No. Oh, no. Please, Al.
You know I hate guns.
Come on. You've got to learn.
No, I'm afraid of guns!
You've got to learn.
What if I'm at work?
Now, listen. It's easy. You
just, you take the bullet,
you put it in like that, see?
- Okay, pull the trigger.
- Pull the trigger?!
Take your gun. Pull the trigger.
It's not loaded. It's not
loaded. Pull the trigger.
Now pull it. Pull the trigger.
- No, I can't!
- Pull the trigger!
- Al, I just can't...
- Pull the trigger!
- (gun clicks)
- Pull the trigger!
(Herrick slurred humming)
I don't want another drink.
I just want some
telephone change.
(laughs)
(hocks)
You don't mind.
I'm taking my drink.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Hey, Beth!
Hey-ey, honey, honey,
it's Frank. (chuckles)
I want to come home,
sweetheart, huh?
Aw, come on, Beth. Come on.
Don't start the wagging
your tongue at me.
Come on, it's my pad, isn't it?
Not anymore.
Why don't you just go
home and sleep it off?
Oh... (laughs)
Come on, Beth, come on.
You know you're my home.
You know that, don't ya?
Hey, hey, honey, remember the
good times we used to have, huh?
Listen, you, the cops were
here today looking for you.
Remember your probation?
You show your face, and I'll
sic 'em on you, so help me.
Now listen, you can't
talk to me like that!
I'm still your husband!
Not anymore. I'm
filing for divorce.
Ah... divorce.
Ah! I'll teach her about
divorce and have some respect.
(dog barking in distance,
vehicle approaches)
♪♪
♪♪
(lid clangs)
(car door closes)
(footsteps approaching)
(indistinct radio transmission)
MAN (over radio): Adam 20.
2400 block of Third Street.
Sam-Victor-Lincoln, 907.
(siren wailing)
(siren stops)
STONE: All right,
let me through.
Okay, give it to me, Bernie.
One shot. It went clean through.
They're still
looking for the slug.
ROBBINS: Any sign of a struggle?
BERNIE No.
From the position of the
body, he was facing the house.
Can you give us an
approximate time?
KLINE: 11:47.
The owner of the house called
it in seconds after it happened.
- Mr. Mossman was an eyewitness?
- Uh-huh.
But we haven't been able
to get much out of him.
Maybe it's the shock,
but he doesn't seem to
be able to talk about it.
He'll talk to me. Anything else?
Holmer never got his
gun out of the holster.
He came up that
driveway with nothing
but a flashlight in his hand.
STONE: Well, they say the
young ones are trigger-happy.
I want pictures and everything
else you've got by tonight.
- KLINE: They got the word.
- Come on, Daniel.
- You with me?
- Yeah.
Nothing, Lieutenant.
Are you all right, Mr. Mossman?
I told you this was
going to happen.
You wouldn't believe me.
What did you see?
I don't feel very well.
Well, you reported a murder
and you said you saw the killer.
What was he like?
Well, now, we need the
information now, Mr. Mossman.
I'm gonna check on
Bonnie. Excuse me.
Was he, uh, like
one of these two?
Yeah. That's the one.
It's him.
Frank Herrick. You're sure?
Positive.
Did you see the actual shooting?
No. I heard the shots.
I turned on the outside lights.
And Herrick... he ran
back across the street.
I came to get my gun.
When I got there, he was gone.
Mr. Mossman, you
last saw Frank Herrick
more than three years ago.
You remember him that well?
Yes. He's an animal.
He-He killed a man in a bar.
He beat a man to death.
It was him. He was following me.
What was he wearing?
Brown suit.
Uh, no tie and no hat,
and a white shirt
and dark shoes.
You saw Herrick running
across the street, away from you.
How'd you see the shirt?
Collar.
You're certain he
didn't have a tie?
It was, it was, his collar was
flattened out on his
jacket sports-style.
I'm-I'm an upholsterer.
Cloth is my business.
And your wife didn't see him?
No! My wife was asleep.
What were you doing up?
I was checking the
doors and the windows.
I check them every night.
Lieutenant?
Found it in the
gutter, Lieutenant.
Nine-millimeter, huh?
Could be a Walther or a Luger
or a half a dozen
other American makes.
Get it delivered.
Lab crew get any footprints?
Negative. Nothing else to go on,
but I got them to vacuum the
lawn and the driveway anyway.
STONE: I'll see
you at the station.
ROBBINS: Mr. Mossman,
what caliber is your gun?
.357 Magnum.
It's brand-new.
Let me show you.
See, it's brand-new.
It's never been fired.
Did you see Herrick's gun?
I can't tell one
gun from another.
Upholstery I know.
This is the first gun
I've ever owned.
STONE: That's all
for now, Mr. Mossman.
But we'll need you down
at headquarters to, uh,
sign a statement and
then later to look at a lineup.
Do I... Face-to-face?
I understand how you feel,
but Inspector William Holmer
put his life on the line for you.
And without your
full cooperation,
his killer could go free.
Now, you wouldn't
want that, would you?
No.
Good-bye.
Why did you tell them
you only had one gun?
I-I didn't want them
suspecting me.
I forgot to mention
about the other gun.
I-I don't want to answer
any more questions.
Don't you see the
way they look at me?!
They look at me like I'm
some kind of a coward!
I don't run out there
and start a gunfight!
I know. I know
you're not afraid, Al.
You were, you were just
thinking of your family.
You think these guys care
about that? These cops?
Where did Herrick's wife
say we might find him?
One of the bars on Turk Street.
Yeah, we'll do that
first thing in the morning.
Alfred, what are you
doing to my material?
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, Mr. Abajian.
This morning I
can't think straight.
I told you not to
worry your head.
The police'll find
that murderer.
Don't worry about it.
And a cop killer?
They never let a cop
killer get away. Never!
From the tiniest little
piece of hair or lint,
they've got a clue.
That's the way they get them.
I have to go home now,
Mr. Ab... I don't feel well.
Please, Alfred, we've got
this couch we promised,
and we've got the
love seat we promised.
We've got to get them out.
Think it over. Please, Alfred.
(yells) I'm gonna go home now!
(register dings)
(pinball machine dinging)
ROBBINS: You Frank Herrick?
What's your hang-up?
STONE: We're the police.
We'd like you to
come along with us.
That'll be the day.
We don't want any
trouble, Mr. Herrick.
I don't want any
trouble, either.
(horn honking)
Take him that way!
HERRICK: I never had a gun,
and I sure never shot any cop.
Then tell us the
truth about last night.
Where you went,
who you were with.
I told you a hundred times!
I was drinking everything
that was poured.
I called my wife and
she asked for a divorce.
At approximately 10:00.
What bars did you
go to after that?
Well, I don't
remember after that.
I remember I slept in my car.
When I woke up, it was dawn.
So I just waited until the
Garnet Bar and Grill opened.
Where'd you put the gun?
I get into enough trouble
with my fists alone.
What do I need a gun for?
You do admit threatening
Al Mossman's life, right?
Oh, so I threatened
his life! So what?
I mean, because I
got sent to prison.
I threatened everybody's life.
The grand jury,
the D.A. It's just talk.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait a minute now.
When did you
change your clothes?
Who changed?
I been in these same
clothes, waking and sleeping,
for the last two...
no, three days.
STONE: Just doesn't figure.
Take a look at Mossman's
description of his clothes.
"Brown suit, white
shirt, dark shoes."
STONE: Mm-hmm.
And Mossman says
his business was cloth?
That's right.
Bring him in here.
Mr. Mossman... come on.
I want you to take a
good look at his clothes.
MOSSMAN: Yes, sir.
How could you describe his
jacket and pants as being brown?
I may have made a
mistake about the clothes,
but not about his face.
I saw Herrick that night.
He killed the inspector.
- You're a liar!
- You did it! Yes, you did!
You did it! You did
it! You killed him!
You made those threatening
phone calls to my house!
You ask my wife. You
did it! You killed him!
Sekulavich!
Book him.
I'll tell you what, we'll
split an ice cream bar
and save the other
one for your father.
BONNIE: Okay.
Bonnie, did you leave
one of your toys in here?
BONNIE: No, Mommy.
(sighs)
Well, another negative.
What did you get?
ROBBINS: Three
propositions. Two from women.
Well, lucky you.
What have I got here?
11 down and nine to go.
You really think
this is worth it?
Do I think what's worth it?
Working our tails off
trying to alibi someone
who shot a policeman?
Listen, young fella.
When the D.A. gets this case,
it's not only going to be tight,
it's going to be
hermetically sealed.
And that's the least
we can do for Holmer.
Now, let's cover the 1400 block.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Uh, no, Mr. Abajian.
He stepped out.
Of course.
I'll have him call the
minute he gets back.
Good-bye.
That's the third
time he's called.
You're going to lose your job.
Al, what's the matter?
They have the man in jail.
We don't have to
be afraid anymore.
I'm taking Bonnie
to school tomorrow.
Let's go to the park. Huh?
Just the three of us.
We'll... we'll have a picnic.
It's been such a long time.
I don't know what's
happening to me, Carol.
I can't work...
This morning, I ruined
another piece of material,
$20 a yard.
Lately, everybody
keeps staring at me.
Mr. Abajian, the
police, everybody.
Is it because of this?
Why did you hide it
and lie to the police?
I forgot to tell them
when they questioned me.
Paper said it was a Luger
that killed that inspector.
I was afraid they
wouldn't believe me.
Al, you lied to me.
You told me you
traded in the Luger!
I was afraid you'd let it slip
and then they wouldn't
believe me about Herrick.
The police have doubted me
about him from the very beginning.
Carol, I'm so
afraid of everything.
Even of losing my job.
Oh.
Oh, no, Al.
No, you're not
afraid of working.
You know, some men are.
Lots of men run
from raising families.
But you're not afraid of that.
Al, I love you for that, too.
I tell you what.
We, uh, we are going
to go on that picnic.
I'm going to get some
delicatessen beef,
thinly sliced, the
way you like it.
And maybe even some beer.
It'll do us good to get
out in the fresh air, Al.
Al...?
That's him, huh?
You're sure that's him?
Sure, I'm sure.
He tried to pick a fight with
me about the parking fee.
See? I even wrote down
his, uh, license number,
just in case he came
back, you know?
The bartender
remembers him, Mike.
Says he left about 1:00.
Time and date's
stamped on the back there.
In 11:04 p.m., out 12:50 a.m.
Bartender said he was
there during all that time?
Never left.
I would have recognized
him if he came out.
You can't miss that dude.
Okay. Here you are, son. Thanks.
ROBBINS: Well, that cuts it.
Herrick couldn't
have shot Holmer.
Which means
Mossman was mistaken.
Or lied.
What do you have on
the other con, Dunbar?
STONE: Well, Dunbar's been
in Texas for over two months.
That means I'll have to
get Herrick out of custody.
I want you to get me
everything you can on Mossman.
What he had for breakfast,
the kind of upholstery
tacks he uses... everything.
Now, come on, let's go.
You're bolting the door in
the middle of the afternoon?
I called the D.A.'s
office. They let him out.
- Herrick?
- They let him out!
They don't care!
They let a murderer
walk the streets!
(phone ringing)
Don't worry, I'll get it.
It's probably Mr. Abajian.
I'm not gonna go to
work. I won't go to work.
Hello?
Hello?
Mr. Abajian, is that you?
Hello?
Listen to me, you animal!
You're not scaring me anymore!
I won't be threatened anymore!
MAN (on phone): You
asked for it, Mossman.
The animal's gonna get you!
(Mossman moaning)
Here's two more
complaints of night prowlers.
Two more, huh?
That's five, no, six
times Mossman reported
he was being
followed by hired killers,
and each time at
a different precinct.
Look at those dates.
All those complaints were made
while Herrick was
in state prison.
He was so frightened that night,
he'd say anything
to pin it on Herrick.
That's more than
fear. That's paranoia.
You know, he might even
believe he saw Herrick.
This guy could
be a little psycho.
Psycho enough to kill a cop?
Why didn't you tell us that
you were being followed
for a long time?
What good would it have done?
Our registration files show
that your bought a.357 Magnum
very recently, on the 19th.
Any law against that?
STONE: No, no, there isn't,
but we were wondering since
you were followed for,
well, over two years,
why you didn't buy a gun before?
Unless you already own one.
ROBBINS: According to
your records, you were in
the peacetime Army,
stationed in West Germany.
You didn't pick up a
nine-millimeter Luger
while you were there, did you?
Why do you question
me as if I was a criminal?
I'm a victim.
You let a murderer go.
Already he's calling
me with threats.
Oh, now, wait a minute.
Didn't you say that you had
an unlisted telephone number?
Herrick used to work for
the telephone company.
How hard would it be
for him to get my number?
According to Herrick's
record, he did work for
- the phone company as a lineman.
- He did, huh?
Every time I make a statement,
you two look at each other.
Don't you ever believe me?
It's true.
Herrick hung up on
me dozens of times.
Well, we'll check it out.
But, you know, you still
haven't answered our question.
Did you ever own a Luger?
No, of course not.
I wouldn't even know
what one looked like.
(phone ringing)
Aren't you going to answer it?
It's him.
It's Herrick.
Hello? Hello?
MAN (on phone):
I'm coming to get you!
Well, I can't hear you.
You'll have to speak louder.
MAN: I'm coming to get you!
STONE: Now why would
you want to come and get me?
Hello?
Hello!
Now do you believe us?
When he calls again,
you answer the phone.
Stall him as long as
you can. Say anything.
Anything at all just to
keep him on that phone.
We're gonna put a tracer on it.
(door opens)
It's gonna be different, Beth.
I swear, I swear I
haven't had a single drink.
Aw, honey, I want
what we had years ago.
It's too late, Frank.
Way too late.
Come on, now. Let me in.
We can talk this out.
I know we can.
I read the papers, you know.
You were arrested again.
That was that Mossman.
He lied about me.
Sure, Frank. Sure.
I'm telling you, Mossman
is trying to frame me.
It's always somebody
else's fault, isn't it?
Damn it, that little
wart. If I see him again,
I'll put a stop to it this time.
Yeah, well, you
just do that, Frank.
Beth!
Beth, I mean it.
I'll stop him.
Okay, the court order's
delivered and the tap is set.
They said with
the new equipment,
they can make a positive
trace in a millisecond,
providing it's a local call and
the monitor's set up in advance.
Let's hope we luck out.
(engine starting)
MOSSMAN: Why to your sister's?
She's safer here.
CAROL: I just want Bonnie
out of the house for a while.
But I don't want
you to go outside.
It's dangerous out there.
Al, you need help. Medical help.
No... You say, you
want to have a picnic?
All right, we're gonna
have a picnic right here.
You and me and the pumpkin,
we're gonna have
a picnic right here.
I'll spread the blanket
down on the floor,
and then you can
make the potato salad.
Albert, for God's sake,
will you listen to me?
- (phone ringing)
- Don't you understand?
I don't want her to see
you falling apart like this.
Stop it.
Stop it!
You hear me? Stop
it! Stop it! Stop it!
I'm gonna kill you, Herrick.
You come around here, I'm
gonna blow your brains out.
You say you're waiting for
me? Now I'm waiting for you.
I'm waiting for you.
You come get me.
DISPATCH: Inspectors
eight-one, Inspectors eight-one.
Inspectors eight-one.
We have your phone trace.
At the corner of
20th and Wisconsin.
A pay phone.
Okay, 10-4.
Let's go.
♪♪
Hey, Mossman,
20 guns ain't gonna
save you, Mossman.
I'm coming to get you.
(laughs) He'll be
through in a minute.
I think you're
through right now.
Hi. We weren't doing anything.
Let me have your school I.D.'s.
How did you get Mossman's
unlisted telephone number?
Who's Mossman?
Don't give me that.
Now, how did you get the number?
I deliver groceries
at the Fortress.
I sneaked a look at
the kitchen phone.
We were only having
a little fun, Lieutenant.
Tormenting a sick man
is your idea of having fun?
Well, let me tell you something.
Using a public telephone
to threaten a man's life
is a criminal violation.
I didn't threaten anybody.
I mean, all I did was call up
a couple of times and hang...
Don't you tell me, buddy.
I was at the other
end of that phone.
Mike? It's our call.
Okay.
We won't do it anymore.
I know you won't.
Your parents'll have
to come down tomorrow
and pick these up at Juvenile.
Mike, it's Mossman's house.
Neighbor called.
Emergency, code two.
Let's go.
(engine starting)
Open up, Mossman!
Al, what are you doing?
Open up, Mossman!
Al, call the police.
I know you're in there!
Get in your room.
Get in your room right
now, and stay there.
Come out or I'll boot it in.
Al!
Will you call the police!
(gunshots)
Stop it!
You stop it! Wait...
(gunshot)
(sirens wailing)
HERRICK: He's crazy!
He's trying to kill me!
Send a special
force unit out here.
Code three.
Take the back!
Backyard!
(hammer clicking)
Al.
Al, for God's sakes,
you don't know
what you're doing?
Al, will you listen
to me, please?
Don't...
Let me have the bullhorn.
Mossman.
This is Lieutenant Stone.
Throw out the gun
and come out with your hands up.
Do you hear me?
We don't want to
fire on the house.
I see you, Herrick.
- How does it feel to be afraid?
- (gunshot)
(tires squeal)
If you can keep him talking,
I can work my way around
- to the back of the house.
- You stay right where you are.
He's got bars on the
back windows, too.
Mossman, you don't want
to endanger your
wife and child, do you?
Lieutenant!
Do you hear me?
- I'm not afraid any longer.
- (gunshot)
Ready with the tear gas?
Wait for my word.
Mossman,
in ten seconds, we're
going to fire tear gas.
Come on out with your hands up.
- Throw out the gun.
- (gunshot)
Can you lob that on the porch?
Go ahead.
Mossman,
the next one's coming
through the window.
Come on out with your hands up.
No, Carol.
No, there's a killer outside.
No. Oh, no.
It's not anybody outside.
The killer is in here.
Can't you see, Al?
It's you.
It's your fear that's
killing everyone.
What, you want to destroy
us, too? Bonnie and me?
Well, go ahead.
You get it over with right now.
Go on. You use
y-your guns on us now.
Go on, Al!
Okay, drop it!
All right, come on.
Book him!
(coughing)
What for?
Trespassing,
threatening a man's life.
I only wanted to talk to him.
Yeah, I know how you
wanted to talk to him.
By climbing over a locked gate.
(lock clicks)
Right to lock, left
to not lock, Daddy.
Thank you, pumpkin.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I had trouble with the locks.
♪♪
Thank you.
Would you like to come
in, have some coffee?
No, thank you.
I'm so sorry about everything.
Well, so are we.
Will he still have to
serve a prison term?
I mean, later?
That's up to the
courts, Mrs. Mossman.
They'll do everything
they can for him.
That's good.
Good.
You now, I was watching him
when the judge told him
he was being transferred
to the mental health
unit at the hospital,
and he didn't bat an eye.
He seemed to understand
that it was for his own good.
I'm sure he did.
Thank you so much for
letting me come with you.
I don't think I could have
gone down there alone.
Good-bye.
STONE: Yeah, it looks
much better, doesn't it?
Yeah, a lot.
You know what they call that?
No, what?
Locked door syndrome.
It's happening all over.
Yeah, well, Mossman
didn't invent it.
He caught it right
here in the city.
Right in the streets.
It's a virus called fear.
Yeah, well, they better
find something to fight it
before every home
becomes a fortress.