The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 17 - Innocent No More - full transcript

(theme music playing)

Hey, hey, come on!

What you got, old man, huh?

This is what we call
a hit-and-run, Tommy.

Pretty easy, isn't it?

Come on. Let's go.

Okay, you guys, put 'em on.

Hey, man you're late.

No, not really.

Uh, We just started
work a little early.

Where's your cousin?



He, uh, he got sick.

Okay, look, you
stick with Billy.

He'll show you what to do.

Okay, now 20 minutes, no
more. You guys understand?

Okay, come on, let's split up.

Let's go! Come on.

(women gasping)

Now both of you
keep, keep quiet.

Shut up, lady, or
I'll cut ya! Shut up!

Make a wish.

That's enough. Come
on. Easy! Easy now.

I don't want the place
to go on fire. That's it!

- (both laugh)
- You didn't have to use

every candle in the house.



It's not my fault your
age overwhelms my cake.

Oh, it isn't, huh?

No. Happy birthday, darling.

Good to have you home.

- Oh, it's good to be home.
- So what do you want to do,

Open up your
presents or eat first?

- Do I have a choice?
- Nope.

The specialty of
the house is waiting,

and I don't want it to dry out.

So you open the wine,
and I'll get it ready.

Hey, what specialty
are you making?

Wait a minute. Now
don't get so nosey.

Something really terrific.

(dog whines, yips)

- What was that?
- What?

I thought I heard something.

Never mind. Open the wine.

Put on a record. Russian music.

That's a hint.

Oh...

(dog whining)

Hey, I've got a
surprise for you, too.

You better set another plate.

Oh, no, I only made
enough for two.

You come back here.

(dog barks)

STONE: Hey.

I'm sorry, Dad.

He got away from me.

I had him hidden in the bedroom.

I guess I should have
fed him first, huh?

I guess he took care of that.

He was sniffing your
Kiev. Not mine, but yours.

Where'd he come from?

Mrs. Harper down the street.

She was going away for the
weekend and she needed a sitter.

- And you volunteered.
- Do you mind?

No, no, no. Does he have a name?

Little Darling.
(chuckles) Corny, huh?

Yeah, like Mrs. Harper.

Well, for this weekend,

you're gonna be
called "Fella," hmm?

- (both laugh)
- I'll put him away.

Now you tell us where
the money box is, lady...

-Oh, no!

Or he's gonna
burn your treasures.

- Oh, please, no!
- Where's the money, lady?

- I'm the one...
- Come on. Where's the money?

Where is the money, lady?
I don't have time for this.

- Think fast, lady.
- Upstairs.

Come on. Upstairs
where, lady? Come on!

- Closet.
- Closet, where in the closet?

Shoebox!

All right, come on. Let's go.

- Here.
- (woman gasps)

It wouldn't make much
of a bonfire anyway.

It's past 20 minutes. Let's go.

- Man, we got all her money!
- We're not leaving yet.

Now, her husband is
a jeweler, this says so.

He must have given
her lots of little gifts,

rings, stuff like that.

They've got to be
around here someplace.

Lady, now you best
tell me where they are.

Hey, Billy, are you
crazy? Stop it, man.

- She can't tell you nothing.
- (siren approaches)

Listen, somebody must
have called the cops.

Let's get out of here!

(tires screech)

(siren stops)

At fence, hold it.

Hey, take it easy.

All right, hands on the fence.

Come on, spread 'em.

Spread 'em!

Come on. Let's go.

Let me go.

Why are you hassling me
for? I wasn't doing nothing.

You won't be needing
that now, will you, kid?

There's his plaything.

Stick it in your ear.
That don't belong to me.

He planted it. I
wanna see my P.O.

You'll see him, kid.

Paul T. Brown, age
15. Here's his sheet.

About an hour ago, they hit
three houses on the south side.

Only this time somebody died.

Her name's Mrs. Helen King.

- 65. She had a coronary.
- Was she beaten?

We don't know.

How many do you have in custody?

Two. Both juvenile. One
of them's no problem.

He's got eight priors,
they caught him with a shiv.

We're gonna slap him

- with a parole violation.
- What about the other one?

Well, he's sweet
sixteen. Good-looking,

well-mannered, a real Boy Scout.

Go on.

Well, so far, Mike, the
evidence is pretty skimpy.

Boy's father's here
to take him home.

All right, so what's
the big problem?

The boy's father is Bob Wilson.

That's right, building
contractor, ex-city supervisor,

and so he says, a real
close friend of yours.

You know, Mike,
when I was his age,

I was laying brick
for 40 cents an hour.

Hard work was
something to be proud of.

Today... (chuckles)
today it's a crime.

We've gone wrong
somewhere, haven't we?

All of us.

Nowadays, if a kid
wants something,

all he has to do
is just ask for it.

Now look, Mike, Billy
didn't steal anything.

He doesn't have to.

Mike, I know my son.

I know my son just as well
as you know your daughter.

He is innocent.

Did you know that your
boy was out tonight?

Yeah, he went
out to see a friend.

Paul Brown?

I don't think that
they know each other.

They go to the same school.

Well, now, that's
guilt by association.

But I guess that's
the way that it is, huh?

I mean, this whole
new system, huh?

Busing kids from one
area to another area.

Mixing the hardened
criminals with kids like Billy.

Oh, I'm not saying
that Billy's perfect.

No, he's had his share
of schoolyard scraps.

But basically, Mike, believe
me, he is a very good boy.

Bob, what do you
expect me to do?

Talk to the D.A. Have
him drop the charges.

In the interest of justice, say.

I think he means
as a personal favor.

Hold it.

What about the other
boy, the one with the knife?

Should I let him go, too?

I don't care.

Mr. Wilson, that
lady was murdered!

My son had
nothing to do with that.

Look, Mike, please,
the kid, he's only 16.

Bob, you don't
seem to understand.

There are no criminal charges.

The juvenile court is
just a civil proceeding.

I want all proceedings dropped!

How can I do that?

How could I hold
on to one suspect

and let the other one go?

Sure, I get the message. I
get the message. "No favors."

Do you have a lawyer?

Don't bother. I'll have
Harry Clark handle it.

You know, I thought
I had a friend.

I'll say one thing for
him... He buys the best.

Harry Clark will have
that kid out before lunch.

Stinks, doesn't it?

What, the poor go to
jail and the rich go home?

Not just that, the
whole juvenile system.

If Billy Clark were 21
and guilty of felony murder,

he'd be put away for life,

but because he's young of age
and supposedly innocent of mind,

he'll get his wrist slapped,
three months of probation,

and be free to kill again.

It's a laugh.

Nobody's laughing.

That's why these gangs
like the Jackals exist...

Because the law
is a joke to them.

Take a look at this.

In just two months that one
lousy gang has committed 42 acts

of robbery, assault,
burglary, felony animal torture,

and now murder, and all against
the old and the defenseless,

and all in the
same two-mile area.

They may not be brave or bold,

but they're sure as
hell not afraid of the law.

I take it you have a suggestion.

No, just lots of anger.

Well, I do.

Let's go home.

Tomorrow morning
I'll check with the D.A.

and find out what
our chances are

for getting criminal indictments

against any of
that gang we arrest.

Meanwhile, how do I
handle the Wilson case?

Routinely.

He could be innocent.

Dan, are you talking
about Billy Wilson?

Yeah, what do you got?

Plenty.

His prints were everywhere
inside the King house.

Billy Wilson's as guilty as sin.

No, sir, I didn't know
why they were chasing me.

I was really scared.

I mean, I told the officer
I was on my way to see

a friend of mine...
Roger Santini...

But he wouldn't listen.

All right, let's get
back to the fingerprints.

Well, like I told Mr. Clark,

I sell newspaper subscriptions
door to door... extra money...

So I was in the house a
couple... three days ago.

Gee, she was a real nice lady.

Did she buy any?

Mike.

No, she didn't.

Most of the time she was
just showing me things.

She had a lot of antiques.

She sure did, all
over the house.

(sighs)

All right, son, thanks.

Will I be released today?

Well, we'll see the judge

- as soon as he read the probation report.
- Hey.

Don't worry, everything's
gonna be fine.

Mike.

Nice kid, intelligent,
soft-spoken, sincere.

I think you're making a mistake.

Oh, come on, do you
really believe all that stuff

about him selling
subscriptions and all that?

I'm paid to.

That's what I like about you.

Mike, why press?

The lady died of a heart attack.

The D.A. couldn't
get manslaughter on it.

Now, why don't you go
and tell that to her husband?

That's where I'm going now.

- Would you like to join me?
- (engine starts)

(tires screech)

Yeah, sure.

Okay, we'll have a
man take you downtown

and take a statement from you.

Thank you.

Mike, we got a break.

An eyewitness.

The guy was driving past
last night when he almost hit

one of the kids running
out of the house.

STONE: Was it the Wilson kid?

No, and it wasn't Brown, either.

A kid named Tommy Dido.

He ID'd him from
these mug shots.

Did you pick the boy up?

They're still looking for him.

I've put a stakeout
on the house.

Anything else?

Well, the lab guys inside
found a strand of hair.

- It could be Wilson's.
- You think he's guilty?

Mike, I did some more
checking with R and I.

And like I said, the kid's
never been convicted,

but he's been arrested five
times: suspicion of assault,

battery, grand theft,
and one for extortion.

The last one got him suspended
from school for a month.

That kid's got a
history of violence

and the old man's
covering up for him.

The body was right over there
tied with a nylon guitar string.

Could be a lead.

That's the husband.

Mr. King?

Mr. King, this is
Lieutenant Stone,

head of homicide.

We'll be out of here soon.

You know...

I was out for the evening.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

Do you know who they were?

We have several boys in custody.

I understand. It's...

It's hard to prove a case.

Whatever the law says...

it's God's will.

They're only children.

One can't blame them.

They're only children.

He's got a forgiving nature.
I don't know if I would.

Yeah. Oh, Max, let me
know how you make out

with that strand of hair
and the guitar string

as soon as you can, will you?

Oh, listen. Wait a minute.

Why don't you stay
here with them?

If they pick up that Dido
kid, let me know immediately.

Okay.

Mike?

Have you got a minute?

I know what you want, Carl.

You want a statement.

Well, I don't have one for you.

Well, somebody better
start speaking out.

You know, we're doing
another TV editorial

on these teenage gang attacks,
and people are pretty uptight.

Now, do you have
any comment at all

on those two that
were arrested last night?

No. They're being
processed normally.

Uh, processed or handled, Mike?

What are you getting at?

Well, I got a call this morning
from Judge Brewster...

who just happens to be presiding

over the juvenile
docket this month.

Yes, I know who he is.

Yes, well, do you also know

that he's a close golfing
buddy of Bob Wilson's?

Anyway, he's threatened to
place a gag order on the case

if our broadcast as much as
mentions the name of a suspect.

Now that seems to me

as if the defendants have
a lot of friends in court.

It's about time

the victims had some friends
in court, too, don't you think?

Yeah, but what if
they pick me up?

So what? They can't do nothing.

Henry, that lady died.

So tell the judge you're sorry.

Come on, man.

There's nothing to worry
about, okay? So cool it.

You know, Billy's in jail, man.

They're gonna be asking
him a lot of questions...

Look, man, Billy can
take care of himself!

Paulie, too.

You-you think I
wouldn't do something

if they tried to give
him a hard time, man?

That's my brother
we're talking about.

I know.

Hey, come on, you-you
just worry about, uh,

your share of
the cut, all right?

Let me worry about the cops.

Hey, man, they can't touch us.

(phone ringing)

Mr. Billings' office.

Oh, yes, Judge.

- Mike, I'm with you.
- Just a minute, please.

That's why the D.A. wanted
me to handle the case.

But I'm not going to charge
these kids with felonies

unless the case
is strong enough.

Your office is getting
some pressure, huh?

- Oh, you better believe it.
- Jerry.

Good morning, Carol.
Oh, that's a new hairdo.

It's a new wig.

You really are old-fashioned.

This is Judge Brewster,
second time around.

Tell him I'll call him
back. Anything else?

Yes, you have an appointment
with Carlton at 4:00,

and Harry Clark wants to
set up a luncheon with you.

- Yeah, I'll bet he does.
- Uh, Jerry, can I see you?

Oh, the public defender's
office has got a complaint, right?

Okay, Jake, I'll be
with you in a minute.

Carol, see if you can get
me the name of that principal

at Carlson High School.
Come on in, Mike.

Judge Brewster, can he call
you back in just a moment?

You talk about pressure.

8:00 this morning, I'm still
shaving, guess who calls?

- Brewster?
- Right.

- (Stone laughs)
- "Morning, Jerry.

How's the golf game?"

I said, "Fine, fine."

So we talked sports
for about five minutes

before he finally
got down to the point.

He says, "Listen,
Jerry, I understand

"you people are thinking about
petitioning a few juvenile cases

back to county
for felony trial."

He said, "Well, Jerry, I just
want to make sure you understand

it's discretionary
with the court."

I could just hear
the wheels turning.

Yeah, and that's not all.

Guess who he's
assigned to the cases.

Judge Mildred Byrnes
will be the hearing officer.

The most lenient
judge he could find.

Somebody's scared, Mike.

You're right,
somebody is scared.

Mildred Byrnes.
She's fair, though.

I've known her for a long time.

I want you to
take a look at this.

There are some things in there

you should know
about Billy Wilson.

- (knocking)
- Come in.

The principal's
name is Joseph Hess.

And our dedicated public
defender is still waiting.

Here, Mike. Yeah, I know.
What does Jake want?

He wants equal time
for his client, Paul Brown.

If Wilson is released,

then he wants his
boy to go free, too.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Everybody goes free, huh?

Nobody's responsible, right?

Now, Mike, take it easy.

I'll take it easy.

You just make sure

that sure the probation
officer gets copies of those.

Where are you going?

Try and find out

who Billy Wilson really is,
and if he's guilty of murder,

he's going to stand trial
just like everybody else.

Donald?

This is Lieutenant
Stone, Donald.

Just let him see it.

There's nothing
to be frightened of.

(man sighs)

Billy Wilson did that?

No one saw him do it,
so it couldn't be proved.

He stole money to
give the Wilson boy

for three weeks
before it came out.

Donald, would you be willing

to tell the judge how you
got those scars? Good.

All right, Donald, you can
get back to the game now.

Thank you.

I told Mrs. Wilson
the whole story,

but of course, she
wouldn't believe it.

What about Mr. Wilson?

Oh, I don't know
what he believes.

I tried to talk to
him several times,

but he's always
denies the reality.

Anyway, I expect
Billy has him conned.

He's bright enough.

What do you think makes
the boy tick? Do you know?

Oh, some kids turn
bad because of neglect.

Others, because of...
they're too spoiled.

I don't know.

I'm not a psychologist,
but I can tell you

Billy Wilson's
disturbed and violent.

I saw him attack more
than one boy out here.

When I call him on it, he
blames somebody else.

Denies any responsibility.

Truth is, I guess
he just doesn't care.

ROBBINS (over radio):
Inspector eight-one, do you read?

- Mr. Hess?
- Hmm?

Will you be willing to testify?

I mean, about the
boy's character?

Yes, of course.

I'll have the D.A.
get in touch with you.

ROBBINS (over radio):
Inspector eight-one.

Inspectors eight-one. Go ahead.

Mike, we've
located the Dido boy.

Thirty-first and Charles.
Better get over here.

What's going on?

ROBBINS: He's on the
rooftop threatening to jump.

(garbled radio transmission)

We just pulled him off the roof.

He's pretty scared.

Did you read him his rights?

Yeah, first thing.
He's ready to talk.

He's already blaming
everything on Billy Wilson.

- How old is he?
- 16.

Book him.

On what charge?

First degree murder.

I want that whole gang of
hoodlums charged as adults.

They're not children anymore.

Not when they maim and
torture people. No siree.

I want them all put away for
as long as the law will allow.

(garbled radio transmission)

(car door closes)

(car engine starts)

BILLINGS: I understand
the court's reluctance

to have any child taken
from the juvenile system.

It's a good one.

And for most young boys,

it would help them
rehabilitate themselves.

But not in this
instance, Your Honor.

You have the
history of his arrests,

testimony of a school principal,

and an injured child
as to his true character,

all attesting that Billy
Wilson would not be

amenable to anyone's guidance.

Most of that is hearsay.

There is no direct
evidence that he ever...

We have plenty
of direct evidence,

if that's what you
want, Counselor.

Enough to show a
presumption of guilt.

And we have the testimony
of the arresting officers,

his fingerprints, a
strand of hair at the site,

and even a confession
from one of his gang...

I object. That confession
was not only coerced.

It's been repudiated.

All right, we're not in a
criminal trial, Mr. Clark.

We're only here to see
if the boy can be helped.

Lieutenant Stone, you don't make
many appearances in this court.

Have you some special
interest in this case?

Yes, I do, Your Honor.

Not in this case
alone, but in all cases

dealing with gang
violence by juveniles.

Your Honor,

I don't think the issue
here is rehabilitation.

I don't know

whether Billy Wilson
can be helped or not.

But I do know

that if we don't make the
punishments match the crimes,

if we don't show
these vicious juveniles

that they can't get
away with murder,

then there's no system of
law that can govern this city.

None, except the
law of the jungle.

Your Honor, may I say something?

No, Harry, you may not.

I think we've heard
your best arguments.

And, uh, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson,

I think you've been
less than candid

about the past
conduct of your son.

The scars on that boy's back
and the honesty of his words

convinced me that he
hasn't lied about your son.

I'm well aware

that these street gangs have
become more violent than ever,

and I agree with
you, Lieutenant,

that these brutal,
lawless attacks

on the most vulnerable
in our society must stop.

Now I don't know whether
you're a member of such a gang.

I can only assume by
the accusations before me

that you are.

In any case, the evidence
has convinced me

that you're not a fit
and proper subject

for juvenile jurisdiction.

I therefore hold that
you be remanded

to the adult division
for criminal proceedings.

Okay, Jerry, off the record,
maybe I agree with you.

These gangs are not
a sociological problem.

They're criminal.

But why'd you have to pick
the Wilson kid to kick it off?

It came up first,
Harry. Simple as that.

Nothing's that
simple, believe me.

Now, look, the
decision is final.

We're going for
criminal indictments

on all members of that gang.

It's your neck.

I hear your station's
going to make some kind

of an editorial
statement about all this.

Uh-huh, on the
3:00 o'clock news.

We're asking for mandatory
criminal proceedings

against all 16-year-olds.

That is, in cases
of repeated felonies

involving bodily harm.

Now, do you have any
comment about that, Mike?

Oh, I'm not a lawyer.

EVANS: Okay.

Let me ask you another.

I've heard a rumor

that two more members of
that gang were picked up.

Is that true?

Yes, it's true.

But we don't want it broadcast

because we're still
looking for the others.

No broadcast, okay?

Okay.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Who is this?

You don't know me,
lady, but I know you.

I know where you live.

And I also know know
where you're gonna die,

which is going to be real
soon unless my brother's let go.

I don't understand.

Look, lady, I am talking
about the Jackals.

You just make sure the
Lieutenant gets my message.

I got the message all right,

and now you're
gonna get one from me.

Nobody goes free.

Mike, I know it you feels.

So does Billy.

Yes, sir, I really do.

That's why I wanted
you to talk to him.

He had nothing to do
with that phone call,

and he's willing to
turn state's evidence.

Oh, he is, huh?

You recommend total immunity

and Billy will give you the
names and addresses of everyone.

The whole pack.

No deal.

And if he's convicted,

I'm going to
recommend hard time.

And you better believe it.

Half of this nation's crimes
are being committed by juveniles

and more by children under 15

than by adults over 25.

Now we're speaking of
the repeated offenders.

The hard-core delinquent

who has a history
of violent crimes.

Grand jury over?

Yeah, they voted true bills

on three of them,
and I think we're going

to get John Doe
indictments on the rest.

Discretionary with
the courts any longer.

Georgia now rules
that children of 13

can be tried for serious crimes.

New Mexico has
lowered the age to 15,

but in California,
it's still 16.

California
maintains its position

that 16-year-olds
are not to be tried

by the same laws
existing for adults.

Makes sense to me.

- Mike, got a second?
- Yeah.

I need your okay
for a search warrant.

What for?

When I questioned Mrs. Wilson,

she said Billy had
never owned a guitar.

Well, she lied.

She bought one
about six months ago.

Here's a bill of the sale.

I also found out he
took lessons at home.

- (phone rings)
- I'd like to look around.

All right, it's worth a try.

Hey, Mike, line two.

Line two.

Okay.

Homicide, Stone.

HENRY: I guess you didn't
get my message Stone.

Maybe this time you'll listen.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

ROBBINS: She's five-two.

Short blonde hair,
fair complextion.

Her name is Jean Stone.

Right, I'll hold.

I had that framed 20 years ago.

Mike.

I... I should have
sent her off to school.

Gotten her out of town.

I never thought that...

- You couldn't know.
- I knew.

Oh, I knew, I knew.

He said he knew where
she lived and-and...

and where she would die.

Thank you.

Mike, I checked
all the hospitals,

all the local precincts.

There's no word.

You know, she could have
just gone to visit a friend.

Sometimes I wonder why anybody
wants to go into public service.

(rustling)

(gasps)

Jean.

What happened?

Where's Dad?

Worried sick about you.

(door closes)

Jeannie.

Oh, Jean.

Jean.

Thank God.

Thank God.

Oh, I'm all right.

I'm sorry I worried you so.

No, you didn't worry me.

Everything's all
right. It doesn't matter.

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I-I just went to exchange
the skirt, remember?

Yeah, yes, I remember.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

No wonder you
were so frightened.

They must have
broken in just after I left.

Oh, look at this.

It doesn't matter now
as long as you're okay.

It doesn't matter
at all, believe me.

Oh, I'm fine.

Hey, I think I
could use a drink.

- And you look like you need one.
- Yeah.

There's some wine
in the refrigerator.

Yeah. Yes.

You're all right.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'll call downtown and let
them know everything's okay.

Yeah, you do that.

Mike, I think we better lay
on a security team just in case.

That's right, until she
gets back to Arizona.

JEANNIE: Dad!

"Don't look for the dog.

Next time, don't look
for your daughter."

(sighs)

I'd almost forgotten
how wet it gets out here

early in the morning.

Feels good, huh?

Yeah, it sure does.

Well, ready?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Let's jog out to the rocks.

Okay.

Remember when you
caught your last ocean perch?

Five years?

Nope, it was longer than that.

You know, I think we ought
to try it again this summer.

Your mother and I used
to come out here regularly.

She knew just
where to drop the line.

Right out there.

God, we used to
come here all the time,

even when I was on the force.

Your mother was the
sportsman of the family,

I'll tell you that.

She just loved surf fishing.

I don't know how she did it,

but every time we came out,

she caught something.

You wish she were
here right now, don't you?

Well, when she was alive,

we had more of a
family feeling then.

The three of us.

It simply hasn't been
the same, has it?

It has for me.

You know, Jeannie,
I've been thinking.

When you get out
of school this year,

maybe I ought to
turn my badge in.

Retire?

Why?

Well, we could spend
more time together.

Oh, I see, you want to take
care of me the rest of my life, huh?

No, of course not.

Well, then you're
ready to vegetate?

No.

No, I'm not ready to vegetate.

Maybe I just don't want to
be in the line of fire anymore.

Okay, well, I guess
that's up to you.

But don't you dare
quit on my account.

Look, I just think

that maybe we ought to be
spending more time together

and I can't do that
working 24 hours a day.

Mike Stone, there is no way

you're going to
push this off on me.

I love you,

but I can't live with
you acting like a father.

Come on, Jeannie.

And don't Jeannie me.

Look, if I wanted a
provider and protector,

I could have grabbed
one a long time ago.

So thank you very much,

but if you ever retire,

you do it when you
have a lot better reason

than taking care
of your little girl.

Oh, come on, now,
you're not the only reason.

I'm 56 years old.

You know that?

56 years old,

and maybe I'm
tired of being a target

for all those dumb,
teenage psychos.

Okay. All right.

But that's your decision.

You do what you think is right.

Only you're responsible, not me.

All I can do is worry about you.

After all, when
you're destitute,

the law says children have
to support their parents.

That'll be the day when
you have to support me,

let me tell you.

(laughter)

People versus Brim.

Is the defendant
ready to make his plea?

Yes, Your Honor.

The charge is assault
with a deadly weapon

and resisting an officer.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Bail is set at $2,500.

Defendent will be held over
to department 31 February 6th.

What are you doing here?

Message from the boss.

When bail comes up
on Wilson, don't argue.

What?

Next case is people
versus Wilson.

What are you talking about?

It's all arranged.

Don't argue.

Charge is murder
in the first degree.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.
Request trial by jury.

Defendant will be held over to
department 40 on March 10th.

The defense renews
its motion for bail.

Has the district
attorney been notified?

Yes, Your Honor, we
have no objections.

JUDGE: Motion approved.

Once bond is secured,

defendant will be released.

Jerry, what the
hell is going on?

- I don't know, Carl.
- I do.

You made a deal.

- Now what about Paul Brown?
- He stays.

Oh, that's real sweet.

I can see it pays
to have rich friends.

You planning to
run for office soon?

Wait a minute, Jerry,
what is he talking about?

- Wait a minute.
- Get off my back, Carl!

All I can tell you, Carl,

is that I didn't knuckle
under to anybody.

What do you mean you
didn't knuckle under?

That's exactly what
it does look like.

All right, have it your way.

Jerry, I don't want it my way.

Don't you understand that?

All I want is the truth.

Now, why did you let that
kid go out on the streets?

I'm sorry. No comment.

Okay, I won't broadcast that.

Not yet.

'Cause I've always believed
that you were straight, Jerry.

But if I find out that
you've been playing politics,

I will nail you for it.

I promise you that.

Okay, will somebody
tell me what's going on?

I mean, right now,

everybody thinks I can be
reached, that I have been.

I want them all, Jerry.

Every last one of them.

And Billy Wilson's
going to lead us to them.

- The D.A. bought our plan.
- What plan?

Billy's going to be tailed
from the minute he gets out.

If I were him, I wouldn't go
anywhere near those others.

You would if you
were scared not to.

What is it those
guys hate the most?

They've got a
thousand names for it.

Rat, fink, stoolie.

But Billy didn't talk,
the Dido kid did.

The guys outside
don't know that,

and Billy doesn't
know it either.

All he knows is the
word's out he's the fink.

How did you manage that?

I have a friend who's a jailer.

He happened to get
next to Billy Wilson

and he just happened to drop it.

That's dirty pool, Mike.

I love it.

(giggling) So do I.

Billy also knows that he's
the only one to be released.

If I were him, I'd figure I owed
somebody an explanation.

(laughing): Okay.

- Billy!
- Later!

- Wait! Wait for your father.
- I'll be back.

But he just called;
he's on the way.

Mom, will you get off my
back! This is important.

♪♪

(soft music playing)

Thank you.

Mike Stone, reservation for two.

- JEAN: Very nice.
- I thought you'd like it.

You knew I'd like it.

Something's wrong, right?

Oh, I just thought we ought to
have lunch together more often.

If you're hungry...
try the trout.

- What's the surprise?
- Surprise?

Dad, you haven't
picked me up for lunch

in the middle of the week
since I can't remember when.

Consider it your
birthday present.

Thank you.

You have a suspicious
nature, you know that?

And well deserved.

Okay, I do have a surprise.

I've decided not to retire.

(laughing): Well,
that's hardly a surprise.

Oh? It isn't?

The only surprise is that it
took you so long to decide.

Well, now that the shock of
this announcement is over,

what do you say we order lunch?

Eat it slowly and enjoy it.

(big sigh)

Take a look at those prices.

Well, I'll enjoy my lunch,
but I don't think you will.

- Who started the shooting?
- I don't know.

Came out of nowhere.

The special unit was about
to move in when, bang.

(tires squeal, siren wailing)

JACKSON: Can you see anything?

HENRY: No.

There are cops
all over the place!

You brought them, didn't you?

No.

That's why they
let you go, isn't it?

- Huh? Huh?
- No, listen, I swear I didn't.

- You sold me out, man.
- I swear I didn't.

(over bullhorn):
You people inside,

come out with your hands up.

Come out with your hands up.

Nobody has to get hurt.

Did you see where the
last shot came from?

(over bullhorn): We
don't want to hurt anybody.

(siren wailing)

(over bullhorn): Come out now.

Come out with your hands up.

Come on, there's a
way out back. Let's go!

♪♪

(siren approaching)

(gunshot)

(siren continues wailing)

Come on, come
on. Give it up here.

Take your hands off
me... I didn't do anything!

(panting): You
can't hold me, Stone!

Book him.

♪♪

Okay, let's all turn left.

The other way, number three.

Turn left.

Take your hands
out of your pockets.

Turn left.

Let's face forward.

That's the one,
third one on the right.

Number four... he's the leader.

You're absolutely sure?

Yes, I wouldn't forget
him; he broke my arm.

Henry Brown, Paul
Brown's brother.

- Had a big influence on him, didn't he?
- Mm-hmm.

Tanner, take care
of him, will you?

TANNER: Take your
jacket off, number two.

Is that all of them?

Well, that's all we
know of for certain.

Well, what about the
sniper up on the roof?

Well, he got away.

We don't know what he
was shooting at or who.

Mike!

The search
warrant just paid off.

We found this at the Wilson
house buried in the trash,

and it's only missing
one string... the low E.

The same kind used on Mrs. King.

Does Billings know about this?

No, I had to clear
it with the lab boys.

Listen, I think he's with
Wilson at the prelim. Come on.

Well, uh, beside running,

what did he do to call
your attention to him?

He tried to escape.

HARRY: Wasn't it a fact
that everybody was running?

How could you tell
one boy from another,

the innocent from the guilty?

Did he have a weapon on him?

No, sir.

A mask?

No.

Money, jewels, anything
that might lead you to believe

he had committed
a crime of any sort.

No, sir.

In other words, Officer
Hague, all you ever did

was arrest a
frightened... running, boy.

No further questions.

Mr. Billings?

No redirect, Your Honor.

Sergeant, you're excused.

Mr. Billings, um, any more
testimony for the prosecution?

Yes, Your Honor, with
the court's permission,

I would like to recall Mrs.
Robert Wilson to the stand.

Mrs. Wilson, may I remind
you you're still under oath.

Mrs. Wilson... have you
ever seen this guitar before?

I don't think so.

Look closely.

One of its strings
is missing, isn't it?

Yes.

You do know that Mrs.
King, the murdered victim,

was bound by a
guitar string, don't you?

Objection. No foundation.

JUDGE: Sustained.

Mrs. Wilson, you
made a prior statement

to the investigating officers

that your son had
never owned a guitar,

is that correct?

This is a bill...
paid for by you...

for the sale of a guitar...

and private music lessons
in your home for your son.

Is that your signature?

Yes.

Then your son did have a guitar
around the house, didn't he?

And this is it, isn't it?

(sobs): Yes.

That is not mine. I've
never seen it before.

All right, calm down.

Where did he keep
it, Mrs. Wilson?

In his room?

(sobs): Yes.

Was it there the
night he was arrested?

(whispers): Yes.

And how did it get
buried in the trash?

Not by Billy. He couldn't.

You put it there, didn't
you, Mrs. Wilson?

After you read the newspaper.

(crying): I... didn't
know what else to do.

I thought it might
prove something.

It does, Mrs. Wilson, it does.

Billy... (sobbing): Billy...

Why?

Jerry, I'll suggest that
the boy plead no Io

if you won't bring charges
against the mother.

Okay, Harry.

I'll arrange to
have his plea taken

first thing tomorrow morning.

- Down!
- (gunshot ricochets)

KING: Get away from him.

Get away. I'm going to kill him.

Don't shoot Mr. King.

Get away.

It's all over.

I promise you, it's all over.

No.

He's gonna be punished,
I promise you that.

Believe me, he will.

But not that way, not with that.

Not with the same violence
which he committed on your wife.

She wouldn't want that.

He ought to die.

Then let it be God's will.

You said that, remember?

Please, Mr. King, put it down.

Take him.

I guess we know
who our sniper is.

There's vengeance in all of us.

Somebody over there
said if we didn't do our job

they'd do it for us.

With this.

That's something I
don't want to happen.

Ever!

♪♪

You've shown no regard
for either life or property.

This court is convinced

that you would be a
menace on the street.

I therefore sentence
you to state prison

to serve out a term
of eight years to life.

- Bailiff...
- (gavel pounds)

take charge of the prisoner.

Hey, Jerry, wait a minute.

Mike asked me
to give you this file.

Thought you might want
to go over to Robbery

to question a witness.

Come on, now, Dan, this
isn't a one-horse show.

- Isn't there anybody else?
- Nope.

You do have a way with words.

Where is Mike, anyway?
I thought he'd be here.

- You're not gonna believe it.
- What?

Buying a dog. (chuckles)

JEAN: Hey, come on,
you little, baby face.

(talking baby talk)

Oh, you little doll!

Oh, he's really a clown.

You think Mrs.
Harper will like him?

Well, of course she
will; he's beautiful!

Yes, he is, and
he's cute, too, huh?

You're kind of cute,
too, you know that?

(Jean laughs)

Oh, you sweet little baby!

(laughs)