The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 19 - Interlude - full transcript

(theme music playing)

(trolley bell clanging)

I'm sorry, Fred.

It's the first time I've ever
done anything like this.

I just can't go through with it.

Don't you know that it's
a woman's prerogative

to change her mind?

It's just so cold
and deliberate.

Sneaking into a hotel...

renting a room
under another name.

I just feel so foolish.



I'm sorry.

Hey.

You don't have to
apologize, all right?

You'd make a perfect lover.

Maybe, but a lousy husband.

Thanks, I already
have one of those.

Well... I'll leave first.

Give yourself a couple
of minutes, okay?

I wasn't trying to hide.

I know that; your name
was on the register.

That's why I
waited in the lobby.

Hey, I'm sorry.

If you just call my
brother and talk to him...

I did talk to him.



He's the one that called me,

told me to find you, and
get you back to Chicago.

I haven't had a chance
to talk to my wife yet.

My wife and I are separated.

Now, we, we had some
trouble and she left me.

Now, I-I know she's here; I
just haven't been able to find her.

Open the door, Mr. Calloway.

All I want to do is find Amy...

talk to her, get this whole
thing straightened out,

that's all.

Why don't you just
get your bag packed?

Look, about two weeks ago
we had a fight, and she left me.

Hey, two weeks ago you escaped

from the Illinois State Hospital
for the Criminally Insane.

Your brother figured you'd
come to San Francisco,

so he called me,
told me to find you,

and get you on the first
plane back to Chicago.

I can't go back there...
not until I talk to Amy.

You're gonna go back
with me or with the police.

Please, all I need
is a couple of days.

Pack your bag, Mr. Calloway.

I'll call your brother, tell
him we're on our way.

(both grunt)

♪♪

What I'm trying to
tell you is that I need

corroborating evidence to prove

that Brody was at
the scene of the crime

when the robbery and
the murder took place.

Can you understand that?

We can't; he was wearing a mask.

All right, Jerry,
what if I can prove

that he wasn't where he
said he was during the crime?

Not good enough.

I'm sorry.

Brody is guilty as hell.

I know he's guilty,
you know he's guilty.

All right, then, you tell
his attorney that I'll prove

that he lied about his
whereabouts during the robbery,

and if he asks
me, I'll confirm it.

That still does not place him at
the scene of the crime, does it?

I'm not talking about crime.

I'm talking about guilt.

If he's guilty, they'll try
to make a deal with you.

If not, that's
what trials are for.

Well, we'll just
have to give it a try.

I'll see you guys
in the morning.

No, Jerry.

It's tomorrow afternoon...
1:00, remember?

Whatever.

Poor guy hasn't been to bed

before 2:00 in the morning
for the past three weeks.

(phone rings)

Who has?

Homicide. Stone.

Yes.

I-I think I've just seen
somebody murdered.

At the Mark
Hopkins... room 1248.

All right, would you give
me your name and...?

If that was Judy, you just
canceled my lunch date.

Well, it's not.

You've got another
one with me, come on.

Room 1248.

Roger Calloway, Chicago.

When did he check in?

Two days ago.

Single?

The registration
card says married.

ROGER: Yes.

Mr. Calloway, this
is hotel security.

Uh, I'm Joseph Ayles.

These gentlemen are with
the San Francisco Police.

The police?

Now, I'm sure
it's all a mistake,

but, well, we've had
a report of trouble.

Trouble?

I-I don't understand.

Do you mind if we
look through your room?

No, no, that's all right.

Come in.

What kind of trouble?

Oh, it's probably
just a crank call.

It happens.

STONE: Have you been
here for the past hour or two?

Yeah, except I went
downstairs for a few minutes

to get something for a headache.

Maybe the lady who called
got the wrong room number.

Or the wrong hotel.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry we troubled you.

It's all right, any time.

Thank you.

(door closes)

You know, as much
as I like you guys,

I was hoping your luck was bad.

Oh, relax, Joe, if there
was a body around,

you'd want us to
find it, wouldn't you?

No, I'd rather
have you remove it.

Hold the elevator, please.

Thank you.

♪♪

Frank, I got Brody
cold on murder one.

What are you trying to...?

Look, if he pleads
guilty to armed robbery,

- what'll you ask?
- Ten to 20.

Oh, come on, give my
client a break, will you, Jerry?

Frank, Brody has
been in the joint

three times for armed robbery.

It hasn't taught him a thing.

I'm gonna bury him this time.

- Jerry?
- Hey.

Attempted murder, ten
to 20, or we go to trial.

Talk to your client.

I'll get back to you.

Hey, what are you doing in
this, uh, neck of the woods?

Just passing through, stranger.

Thought we might
have lunch and talk,

you know, like friends
and old married folk.

Look, Carolyn, I got to
have supporting arguments

for a motion by 3:00
when the court reconvenes.

Jerry, I've got to talk
to you... To someone.

Look, why don't
you call your sister?

You know how she loves to talk.

I'll see you later.

They had them printed
here, didn't they?

It says Weinfield
Stationers, doesn't it?

Well, we can
check it in the book.

I'd like to be able to
get them a new supply

and I'd appreciate it

if you could send it
directly to their house.

Ah, here we are... Blake.

121 Coast Street.

121 Coast... that's them.

Maid.

Maid!

Oh, excuse me,
I'll come back later.

Mister, hey.

Mister.

(gasps)

♪♪

(engines starting)

(trolley bell clanging)

What have you got, Bernie?

Strangled.

Whoever did it used
some kind of strap.

See the marks?

Could have been a luggage strap.

Belt maybe.

Any I.D.?

Dillworth, Gordon Dillworth.

Lived here in San Francisco.

54 years old,
private investigator.

Something's wrong here.

This room was rented to a guy
named Dawson, Fred Dawson.

What address?

- Out in Mill Valley.
- Not the same.

Dillworth didn't want to use
his real name and address.

Who found the body?

The maid... She's
out in the hall.

Will you get her for me, please?

Sure.

I want the time of death
as soon as possible, Bernie.

I want to compare it with
that telephone call I got.

- You'll have it when I have it.
- (Stone chuckles)

Charlie.

This is Mary Johnson.

Now, don't be nervous.

I'm not.

Are you the maid on this floor?

One of them; there's three.

Did you ever see
this man before?

No, sir, never.

- Just them.
- Them?

Yeah, the couple
that took the room.

I was next door
cleaning when they came.

Can you describe them for us?

Well, um, he was
real good-looking,

dark, like him, except older.

- And the woman?
- Blonde hair, blue eyes,

late 30s, uh, about so high,

oh, good figure.

Both of them were
kind of nervous.

It took him a couple of tries
to get the key in the lock.

Thank you very much.

If there's a trial, will
you call me to testify?

Do you mind?

Anything to get off my feet

for a couple of days.

A man takes a room
under an assumed name

with a young lady.

Now, what does
that suggest to you?

An affair.

Woman could have
been Dillworth's wife.

The man, her lover.

Dillworth probably
followed them here,

the two men fought.

The lover killed
Dillworth and ran.

The woman called
police, but in her confusion,

she gave you the
wrong room number.

How am I doing?

And what about Dawson?

I'll try the garage.

If he drove a car and if
he parked in the garage,

they might have
his license number.

You thought that out
all by yourself, huh?

All right, I'll tell you what.

You try it, and I'll try
the, um, Dillworth office.

Maybe there's a
connection there.

Hi.

Oh, I-I didn't want
to bother you Fred.

- Are you busy?
- Not really.

- I'm glad you called.
- I'm sorry.

Hey, will you stop apologizing?

Anyway, I've decided
to take the afternoon off.

I just, uh, had to
talk to somebody.

Yeah, we'll walk and we'll talk.

Are you sure?

- You sure I'm not...
- I'm sure. I'm sure.

Come on.

All right, what's on your mind?

Well...

Fred, I think...

I think I saw a murder.

Yeah.

Where?

At the hotel.

It was, uh... It
was after you left.

I waited a few minutes, and, uh,

then I started to go,

and the door across
the hall was open.

And I saw a man being strangled.

I mean, I think... It looked...

It looked like he
was being strangled.

All right. All right,
what did you do?

I called the police.

I didn't tell them my name.

I was afraid they
might find out about...

I know, I know, I know.

Carolyn, let me ask you this.

Did you see the killer?

No.

No, I couldn't see him.

And more important,
love, did he see you?

I don't know.

No.

No, I don't think so.

Okay.

Then you've got
nothing to worry about.

No, but don't you understand?

If I saw a murder,
I'm an eyewitness.

Oh, honey, now wait a
minute. Wait a minute.

You didn't see the killer,

you didn't actually
see the man die.

Honey, you don't know anything.

There's nothing
for you to testify to.

But I am an eyewitness.

I could tell them what room
the murder took place in...

Honey. Honey, you've
done that already.

You called them,
you reported it,

you told them everything
you could tell them.

The rest is up to them.

Carolyn,

if I thought it would help
you, or even the police,

I'd suggest that you go to them

and tell them
everything you know.

Now, come on, you tell me.

What do you want to do?

(sighs)

(laughing): Nothing.

Good.

(laughing): I think I just
want to forget about it.

- (Fred laughs)
- As soon as possible.

Okay. All right.

I'll tell you what
I want you to do.

I want you to go out,

and I want you to
get your hair done,

I want you to buy a new dress,

I want you to do
something good for yourself.

- I can't.
- Why?

I have to take
Artie to the park.

- Ah.
- I promised him.

Thanks, Fred.

Hmm.

Anytime, love.
Morning, noon or night.

You call me if you need me.

(big band music playing)

(grunts)

(volume increases)

(gunshot)

What kept you?

Well, the secretary was out
to lunch, so I waited for her.

Here, you drive.

Dillworth wasn't married.

So that takes
care of your theory.

The secretary didn't know
what he was working on,

so that knocks
mine out of the box.

I hope you got something.

Fred Dawson drove a black
Porsche into the garage.

DMV has it registered

to the public relation
firm of Dawes and Dichter.

Dawes. Short for Dawson?

Fred M. Dawes. Maybe.

I called his, uh, office,
but he's left for the day.

I have his home address.

Well, come on, let's go.
What are we waiting for?

(distant chatter of children)

(children shouting)

Can I help you?

Excuse me, but haven't I
seen you somewhere before?

All my life I've wanted
somebody to try that line on me.

When I was in high school,

I used to sit around
for hours on end

just trying to think up
answers to that question.

Well, here's your chance.

All right, give it to me again.

Haven't I seen you
somewhere before?

Rangoon. 1932.

The rainy season.

You were the Rajah of Rachapur.

I was the Eurasian
princess from Singapore.

I'm from Chicago.

Oh. Well... sorry,
I-I've never been there.

The Embarcadero, about 2:00?

Yes, I was there
about that time.

That's where it was.

I remember thinking
how attractive you were.

(laughing): Oh, well, thanks.

ROGER: I don't see that
many familiar faces around here,

so when I do, I
usually remember.

How long have you been here?

Just a few days.
I'm from Chicago.

(laughs)

I think I said that, didn't I?

(laughing): Yeah.

Well, you'll feel
right at home here.

We've got, uh, wind
and fog and rain...

Snow?

No, no snow.

Good. I hate snow.

Your family with you?

No. Uh, my wife and I are...

are no longer together.

Oh. I'm sorry.

That's all right.

It's just water under
the bridge, as they say.

I've made an excellent
adjustment to the situation.

At least that's
what I've been told.

You sound like
you don't believe it.

It's just that I'm not sure.

I was trying to help
build a business,

make a career, be a
success, and that takes time.

CAROLYN: Mm.

You don't work eight
hours a day and just stop,

and it's not just
five days a week.

She never understood...

I was doing it for us.

Did she ask you to?

I don't understand.

I mean, did she ask you
to be such a big success?

Did she ask you to
work all those hours?

No. She didn't have to ask me.

Well...

then maybe that
wasn't what she wanted.

Then what did she want?

You.

Well... (laughs)

on that bit of instant analysis,

I have to go home
and make supper.

Bye.

Artie? Come on, hon.

Hey, I don't know your name.

Carolyn.

Roger.

Welcome to San Francisco, Roger!

(big band music playing)

Mr. Dawes?

Mr. Dawes?

(music stops)

Can I go home now?

Well, before you go home,

give us the bottom
line, will you, Bernie?

The gun in his hand
fired the bullet in his brain,

which was the cause of death.

Then it was suicide.

The physical evidence would seem

to support that conclusion.

His prints on the gun,

powder marks on
the index finger.

I don't buy it.

Just doesn't feel right.

I also state in the report
that there's a bruise

of unexplained origin
behind the right ear,

which occurred before death.

Was there enough force there
to make Dawes unconscious?

Maybe.

Is that a positive maybe
or a qualified maybe?

An unsupported maybe.
Good night, gentlemen.

- Good night. Thanks a lot.
- Anytime.

Cherchez le femme.

"Find the woman."

Yeah. Whoever she is,

Dillworth and Dawes fought
over her in that hotel room.

Dawes killed Dillworth,
went home, brooded about it,

and then he killed himself.

And what about the
bruise behind the right ear?

Bumped his head
getting into his Porsche.

How am I doing?

I think you're beginning
to lose your touch.

As for myself, I've had it.

I'm going home.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hey, good morning, Jack.

- Still morning in Chicago?
- Roger?

I just thought I'd call you
and let you know that I'm okay.

I don't want you
to worry about me.

Where are you, Roger?

I'm in New York.

Hey, that's quite a coincidence.

I'll be flying into New
York later this afternoon.

Just, uh, tell me where
you're staying, and I'll...

That's a lie!

You're not flying anywhere!

Roger...

since when did we
start lying to each other?

Jack, I've got to
get this thing settled.

I want you to leave me alone.

And don't send anybody else
looking for me, you understand?

Roger... did you
run into Dillworth?

He's the only guy I talked to.

I figured you might
head for San Francisco.

Is that where you are?

Jack, I've got to talk to Amy.

Now, we can settle it if I can
just sit down and talk to her.

Roger... Amy's dead.

No.

Amy's here.

She's here.

Roger, please...

Sure you don't have time to eat?

Nope. Got to get
down to the office.

Got to have something
in your stomach.

Yeah. I'll get a sweet
roll at the cafeteria.

- Are you gonna be home for supper?
- Nope.

And neither are you.

That's because
I'm taking you out

to a very special restaurant.

The one you like to go to.

The one we always go
to on our anniversary.

You remembered!

When have I ever forgotten?

What time should I be ready?

Could you meet me there?

Sorry.

- What time?
- 7:30.

All right, but
please... don't be late.

You know I hate
to sit by myself.

My word. 7:30.

(Carolyn laughs)

Your milk. Drink your milk.

Fred Dawes was
a rare kind of man.

I met him in college; we
were friends ever since.

Partners here for
the last ten years.

I just can't believe Freddie

would commit
suicide, Lieutenant.

He... he loved life too much.

I know it sounds trite,

- but it's true.
- What about women?

Well, he was no Don
Juan or Casanova,

if that's what
you're suggesting.

He just liked women.

Fat or thin, ugly or beautiful.

He thought they were
more interesting than men.

What about married women?

Well, I... Why not?

We're looking for
one in particular.

She's in her,
oh... late 30s, uh,

blond hair, blue eyes...

Lieutenant, there are
three kinds of men:

those who kiss and tell;

those who kiss and don't tell;

and those who don't
kiss but tell anyway.

Fred was the second kind.

Very discreet,
never said anything

about what he did or with whom.

What about Dillworth? Does
that mean anything to you?

Gordon Dillworth?

No, nothing. Sorry.

- So am I.
- Thanks for your time.

- Lieutenant.
- Good-bye.

Bye.

(engine starts)

(honks "shave and a haircut")

Hey, it's me.

Hi, um... Roger. (laughs)

Are-are you following me?

Just shopping. Need a ride?

No, no, thanks, my car
is just down the street.

Get in. I'll give you a lift.

Oh. Okay.

Thanks.

It's about two or
three blocks down.

I was thinking about
what you said yesterday.

Oh, I'm sorry, Roger.

I shouldn't have said anything.

It's none of my business.

I don't know you or your wife.

That's what I was thinking...
You weren't talking about me,

you were talking about yourself.

That's none of your business.

Okay.

(laughs): I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to snap at you.

Why do you always do that?

- Do what?
- Say "I'm sorry."

(chuckles)

Maybe I have a compulsive
need to apologize.

- For what?
- My sins... shortcomings,

my... inadequacies.

It's not your fault.

Maybe if you felt
needed, you wouldn't, uh...

Oh, I feel needed.

I don't feel wanted.

There's a difference.

No, it's not you.

It couldn't be you.

When a man spends
too much time with his job,

it could be because...

he's trying to get
away from his marriage.

No, you don't understand...
I'm not trying to get away

from the marriage,
I'm trying to build...

CAROLYN: It's not a fault.

And I'm not blaming anyone.

But there are times

when the marriage is
more important than the job.

Like today. It's
our anniversary,

and we're supposed
to have dinner

at Marie-Olese
Restaurant at 7:30.

Well... if he's not there...

Oh. That's my car.

Uh, uh, wait a minute, I
want to explain something.

No, you don't owe me
any explanation, Roger.

Thanks for the ride.

Amy, wait, I have
to talk to you!

Mike!

Excuse me.

Too bad you guys don't
have a phone in your car.

I could've saved you a trip.

- Postponed again?
- Nope.

Brody's lawyer wants to see me

in the judge's chambers at 6:30.

I think Brody wants
to take the deal,

but he wants to do a
little more bargaining.

Good. Then we can spend
the afternoon working on Dawes.

- BLAKE: Who?
- A guy named Fred Dawes.

Possible suicide,
could be murder.

- Say that again?
- Possible suicide, could be murder.

- The name.
- Fred Dawes.

Not Dawes and Dichter?

That's right. Do you know him?

Yeah, I had lunch with
him three weeks ago.

(soft music playing)

Jerry, look, th-this
whole thing was your idea.

You-you picked the
time, you picked the place.

Carolyn, I know that,
and I'm sorry about it.

I just didn't realize
this was gonna go on.

(whispers): Why didn't you
let me know before I got here?

Well, I thought I was gonna
be able to get away early.

Now it looks like it's gonna
go on for another hour or two.

All right. All right.

Thank you for calling.

Thank you.

Now I'm convinced.

- You are following me.
- You're right.

This time.

Your glasses.

Oh... that's what
became of them!

Oh, no, no, I remember,
I was wearing them

when I got out of your car.

You were wearing
your reading glasses.

(laughs): Oh... oh, yes.

Well, now that you know
I wear reading glasses,

you know all my secrets.

What time is it?

Oh... it's... almost 8:00.

Why don't you join me?

My husband is
working late at the office.

You know how to open champagne?

Yes, you just take off the top.

(laughs)

What's this?

It's for you.

For making me
aware of all my faults.

First we'll open the champagne.

Then we'll open my present.

Then, uh... You
can take me home.

How'd you know
which house is mine?

You told me.

- I did?
- Mm-hmm.

It's been such a nice
evening, I hate to go in.

Then don't.

What's the matter?
You look so serious.

Just thinking about us.

There isn't any "us," Roger.

- Did you like the cufflinks?
- (chuckles): Oh, yeah.

They're very nice.

Happy anniversary.

You know...

if two people really try,
they can work things out.

That's what I
keep telling myself.

But they have to understand
where things went wrong,

where... where the
mistakes were made.

How did you know my address?

I looked it up.

Why?

Oh, Amy, I missed you.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
let that happen.

Please... No.

No, don't.

I may forget it at times...

but I am still married.

Married?

He doesn't care about you.

But I am still married.

For better or for worse.

Good-bye, Roger.

Till death do us part.

(revs engine)

♪♪

MAN: Have a nice
evening, Mr. Blake.

(starts engine)

(tires squeal)

(tires screech)

(tires squealing)

♪♪

- Mike, come in.
- Jerry.

- Hi, Dan.
- Hey, we just found out what happened.

Hey, Jerry, how are you?

Fractured, bruised
and, uh, helpless.

The investigating officer
said you wanted to talk to me.

Well, I haven't told
my wife about this,

because I don't
want to worry her.

But what happened tonight
wasn't just a simple hit-and-run.

The person driving that
car was trying to kill me.

You have any idea who it was?

I prosecute 200,
maybe 250 cases a year.

It could have been
any one of those people.

Well, do you remember
anything about the car?

Well, just what
I told the officer.

It was a dark brown
sedan, late model,

and I got two letters off
the license plate: E-M.

Carolyn.

- This is Mike Stone.
- Hello.

- Dan Robbins.
- Nice to meet you.

- How are you?
- Hello.

I thought you were
gonna get dressed.

Well, I'm trying to
figure out how to do that.

You see, everything I own here

is made to be put
on with two hands.

(laughs): Oh, I'll help you.

All right, we just wanted
to find out how you were.

Well, they're sending me
home, so I guess I'm okay.

Listen, Mike, have you heard
any more about Fred Dawes?

Carolyn, I forgot to tell you.

Freddie is... dead.

Freddie?

- How?
- STONE: Well, we don't know.

It could be suicide.

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Not Freddie...

No, not suicide, no, no!

- Sorry, Carolyn.
- (sniffles)

Mike?

Late 30s... blond
hair, blue eyes.

Trim, young figure.

It was her voice on the phone.

Sometimes an investigation

is gonna take you places
you don't want to go.

♪♪

- (laughs): Well... hello again.
- Hello.

Jerry's asleep right
now, but if it's anything...

We're not here to
see your husband.

We'd, uh... well, we
want to talk to you.

Oh?

About Jerry's accident?

No. About Fred M. Dawes.

W-Would you like to come in?

Yes.

- Sit down.
- No. No, thank you.

Can you tell us where you
were Wednesday, about noon?

I don't understand.

What difference could
it make where I was?

Well, about that time,
Mr. Dawes and a lady...

A lady fitting your
general description...

Were in the Mark
Hopkins Hotel, Room 1245.

A short time later, I received
an anonymous phone call

that there was a
murder in Room 1248.

It was a woman's voice.

And then later we found
Mr. Dillworth dead in Room 1245.

Were you the woman
with Mr. Dawes?

Did you place that phone call?

BLAKE: Well, Carolyn.

Answer him.

Are you that woman?

Yes.

To both questions.

Well, uh...

we can continue this down
at the station, if you prefer.

No.

Go right ahead.

Will you tell us
exactly what you saw?

The door was open, and I thought
I saw a man being strangled.

STONE: What was he
being strangled with?

I'm not sure.

What was the room number?

I told you.

1248.

And not 1245?

No.

Fred and I were in room 1245.

That's the room I
was coming out of.

The murder was taking
place directly across the hall.

1248.

Did you see the killer?

No. He was behind the door.

That means you
couldn't identify him?

No.

- Dan...
- Yeah?

What was the name of that
fella in 1248? Roger what?

ROBBINS: Calloway. From Chicago.

Chicago?

What does he look like?

Tall... 180... dark hair.

Oh, my God!

Have you seen him?

Yes.

First at the park...

and then last night
at the restaurant.

When you didn't
show up, he was there!

He was following me!

He was probably trying
to eliminate witnesses.

No, no. No, no.

No, we were alone last night.

He brought me home.

What happened?

He kissed me.

And he called me...
- Amy.
- (phone rings)

Hello?

Roger?

Carolyn, are you alone?

Y-Yes. Why?

I have to talk to you.

Can you meet me?

Where?

At the bench in the
park... in half an hour.

- Which park?
- The southwest corner of Jefferson Park.

A-A bench by the lake.

- ROBBINS: We'll find it.
- STONE: You stay here.

If you're waiting
for me to apologize,

you're gonna grow
old standing right there.

- Roger!
- You lied to me.

I-I was... You lied!

You called the police.

No.

My husband was in an accident.

I know... you called
them and told them I did it.

Now, why would I tell them that?

- Carolyn, wh-what's going on?
- Who's he?

He's my husband.

That's a lie!

He's dead.

I killed him.

(over radio):
Inspectors eight-one.

Inspectors eight-one.

(over radio): 337
has a brown sedan

possibly matching
your hit-and-run.

Corner Ellis and Bates.

Ellis and Bates... that's right
around the corner from Blake.

Ten-four.

He's another one of your lovers,

- like the guy in the hotel.
- No, Roger.

Don't worry, Amy, I'm not
gonna hurt you, not this time.

- It's him. Him!
- Don't!

Get out of the way, Amy!

My name's not Amy!

I'm Carolyn. I'm Carolyn.

Remember?

I-I thought we were friends.

Who is Amy, Roger?

What happened to her?

I hit her.

She died.

- You killed her?
- It was an accident! STONE: Police!

Drop it!

Do like the man says!

ROGER: Let go!

No! No!

Are you all right?

This is Lieutenant Stone.

I want a unit at 121 Coast Road.

Pick up a prisoner.

♪♪

STONE: Let's see, now,
preliminary hearings,

preliminary hearings,
here it is, Division Two.

JACK: I'm sorry I didn't
contact you earlier,

but I didn't know what was
happening until I got here

- and tried to reach Dillworth.
- And found out he was murdered?

It was the phone
call that threw me.

Roger called me,
told me not to worry.

I thought he
might be in control.

Then he said he'd seen Amy.

- Amy was his wife.
- Yeah, we got a call

from the Illinois Police,
and they said that

she was dead,
that he killed her.

He caught her in
bed with another man.

What would you have done?

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

You see, I kind of
understand what he did.

You know, he first met Amy here.

That's why I thought
he might come back.

I knew he was a
little twisted, but...

I had no idea he'd
gone completely schizo.

That's why they're putting him
where he won't hurt anyone else.

Well, if there's anything
you want me to sign,

I'll be here for
the next few days.

Okay, thank you. Division Two

is down the hall
and to the left there.

- Well, Jerry!
- Hello, Mike. -Hello.

- Did you get the report from the lab?
- What report?

Well, they found
those set of prints

on the cash register
belong to Brody.

That's great!

The guy who prosecutes
Brody's gonna love that.

I thought you were
gonna prosecute him.

Not anymore.

We're going to Acapulco,

Mazatlan, Puerto
Vallarta and points south.

Vacation?

No. Second honeymoon. (chuckles)

- See you guys later.
- Bye-bye.

(laughing)