The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 2 - The Thrill Killers: Part 2 - full transcript
(theme music playing)
(siren wailing, indistinct
radio transmission)
Another black and white.
Where's the ambulance?
Any second,
Dan, it's on its way.
(siren wailing)
(tires screech)
- How bad? Where is he hit?
- Chest wound, really bad.
Looks like it's near the heart.
Anybody call an ambulance?
Yes, sir, I did.
Well, we're not going
to wait any longer.
Open the back door of that car.
Let me have your
partner in a lead car.
- Yes, sir.
- Come on.
Come on.
(grunting)
Sir...
The two of you stay
here, call in the crew.
Yes, sir.
(sirens wailing)
(tires screeching)
Dispatch, this is
Inspector nine-six.
An officer has been shot.
Flag Franklin Hospital.
We're coming in the
E.R. with a chest wound,
extensive blood loss,
shallow breathing.
Steve, can you hear me?
Listen, Steve, it's your
partner Mike... Mike Stone.
Buddy boy.
Just a couple more
blocks, Steve, hold on.
Damn it, hold on, I said.
He's cold.
Don't you quit on me now.
You hear me? Don't quit on me.
(sirens wailing,
tires screeching)
You know the gun caliber, if
it was a Magnum or anything?
We don't know.
Well, dig out his wallet,
see what type blood he's got.
STONE: His blood
type is A-positive.
Two years ago he
had a penicillin reaction.
All right, flash the blood bank.
Tell 'em we'll hang
three units of A-positive
and we'll need dressing
packs, vascular clamps.
Surgical drape.
The cops could be
outside right this minute.
I wasn't followed,
I'm sure I wasn't...
I think they traced
my call to the hospital.
The cop knew my name.
You idiot!
Is he dead?
Yes.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
So... at least he
didn't follow you.
Oh, get him out of here!
We won't tape the
next message yet.
I have to think.
Mike.
They're taking him into surgery.
Doesn't look good.
How bad?
Well, the bullet stopped
around the heart somewhere,
and they don't know how
much damage it's done.
I, uh, I'd better call Jeannie.
This'll really shake her.
Shake her?
All right, Dan, now, just
what the hell happened?
We're not sure, Captain.
Marsden's down at
the shooting site now.
The lieutenant asked
him to put a team on it.
Well, if we want any answers,
we'd better get
down to Montgomery.
Come on.
Were you there when
it happened, Mike?
Is it really bad?
Oh, Daddy.
I'm coming down.
No, no, I want to
be there with you.
I'm coming down right away.
Daddy, I'm so sorry.
(hangs up phone)
A guy at the gas station
up the street heard the shot,
thought it was a backfire.
What about the cartridge casing?
- The lab guys have it.
- I see.
We also have a tire burn
near where Steve went down.
Uh, we think it could
be the girl's car...
Small, probably a compact.
Dan, how's Steve doing?
Touch and go.
- Captain.
- Yes.
This is Mr. Carver.
- Cramer. -Cramer.
- Mr. Cramer, how are you?
I've got the drugstore
down the block.
- I see.
- He made the Ross girl.
Barbara Ross?
Oh, that one.
How long ago?
Hmm, maybe like an hour ago.
What'd she want?
Oh, she wanted
to fill a prescription
for oral diabetic tablets
for somebody named Rose Whalen?
Whalen... isn't that
one of the jurors?
Yes, sir.
You filled it?
Well, hey, look,
how was I to know?
I mean, you know, that,
that prescription's kosher.
I mean, she looked just like
a normal, ordinary person.
It's okay, Mr. Cramer,
it's all right.
Did you happen to
notice, was she driving?
Yeah, she got into
a beat-up old Falcon,
a blue one, blue color.
Well, there are only a couple
thousand of those around.
You didn't happen to
notice a license number?
No, I'm sorry, I
didn't think to look.
No, it's okay, it's all right.
You've been a
big help, thank you.
Oh, we'll keep this if
you don't mind, huh?
Oh.
They heard it on the radio.
That's the second one.
First the deputy,
now the police.
Oh, no, she was the nice one.
She was going to
get me my medicine.
I don't believe it.
Believe it.
What are you doing?
I have to tell them.
Tell them what?
Not to kill me.
Oh, please, they're
going to kill us now.
Please, oh, please, I
got to get out of here.
Jenny, Jenny, we
all want to get out,
but if you open
that door, Jenny...
JENNY: They would
help me if they knew!
I voted not guilty!
Please, I'm not your enemy!
I'm nobody's enemy!
- Please!
- Keep your mouth shut!
- Please, help...
- Shut up!
You bring them in here
and I'll deck you right now!
Jenny... come back to your bunk.
You're going to
be all right, honey,
you just need a little rest.
Well, at least we
know one thing now
that we didn't know before...
she's one of the two
who voted not guilty.
That leaves just
one, doesn't it?
Is Steve out of surgery yet?
He's in Intensive Care.
How did the operation go?
We don't know yet.
I'm, uh, Dan Robbins.
This is my daughter, Jean.
Dan's in Homicide with us.
Hi, Dan.
Did you, um, get anything new?
Not much more than I
gave you on the phone.
The Ross girl used
a.22 caliber automatic.
We found the casing.
Did she have an accomplice?
No, no trace.
That's impossible.
I tell you, it's impossible,
Steve getting shot if she
didn't have anyone with her.
Lieutenant?
It might make sense.
- She's so innocent-looking...
- No. Hm-mm.
Inspector Keller
is still in I.C.U.
and he'll be staying there
for the next few hours.
So everything's all right?
The worst is behind us.
Lieutenant, please...
don't misunderstand.
He's got a good
chance, but he's critical.
We're a long way
from coming out of it.
Well, then why aren't
you in there with him?
Lieutenant, the only
reason I'm here is because
Dr. Lowell is with him,
and he's the best there is.
Sorry I can't give you
a brighter prognosis.
I wish to God that the inspector
hadn't been shot in the heart.
In the heart?
Yes.
Until we sewed him up,
he had a hole in his heart.
Now we just have to wait, and
see how well he snaps back.
Mike...
Mike, Mike... go
home and rest now.
Yeah, okay.
Sleep, if you can.
- Forget the Tannengers now.
- Yeah.
Forget all of it for a
couple of hours, anyway.
Here. Come on.
I'll stay here and
I'll let you know
if there's anything
you'd want to know.
Yeah.
I'll keep in touch
with you, Jeannie.
I'll be at the office.
The office? Mike, you can't...
It's okay, I'll take care
of him, it's all right.
I'll drive you, sir.
You know, we ought to
listen to that tape again,
especially the part
about the ransom.
Maybe we missed something there.
He wants to be a professor.
Damn.
It's really bright when you
come out of that hospital.
Really bright.
(crying quietly)
Five.
All right, Rios.
No, I-I won't!
I'm not going to draw a number
that says you're
going to kill me.
I won't do it.
You want me to draw for you?
Do it, Barbatto.
Three.
Oh, my God.
There's only two before me.
What are you?
Seven.
All right.
Who hasn't drawn?
Me.
Eleven.
Well, I... (clears throat)
better take down the order.
(sighs)
Who's first?
I... I am.
And so it has been
a most difficult,
painful decision
we've had to make,
but this city and the world
cannot tolerate a
tyranny of extremists.
(over TV): It cannot accede
to a law of the lawless.
I trust the families of
the jurors will understand
when I say that we
cannot and will not release
Nick and Marie Tannenger
without due process of law.
We will not be blackmailed
into paying one cent of ransom.
What we will discuss is
the absolute safe return
of the 12 hostages in exchange
for the peaceful surrender
of their kidnappers.
Accordingly, we will
need the assistance
of every citizen in
apprehending these criminals.
WASHINGTON:
They're not going to do it!
They don't believe us.
That's too bad.
I guess we're just
going to have to make it
very clear to them, aren't we?
These are pictures of the
four suspected kidnappers.
If you have reason to believe
you know where
they can be found,
please call the San
Francisco Police
at 553-9111.
Lieutenant, Miss Stone,
you can see Inspector
Keller now if you wish.
(over TV): as they are
armed and dangerous.
Again...
Hi, babe.
Marsden.
Now, we've got over 120
men out there searching,
and so far, not one lead.
Not one.
I need your savvy.
You know whatever there is
to know about radical groups.
Put yourself in their shoes.
What are they thinking?
Well, I figure they'll send us
another one of
those flaky tapes.
Very hard-line, you know?
They got to run the bluff.
They've got to come out.
- Right.
- Mm-hmm.
One of them has
to take that tape
and put it where we can get it.
The point is, where
would they make the drop?
Well, there are a
few places possible.
Couple of printers who've
done pamphlets for them.
Or it could be that,
uh, FM radio station.
ROBBINS: KZKA?
Yeah, that one.
They got a disc jockey
who digs the radical scene.
Uh, and, of course,
there's the Walden Post,
- the underground newspaper.
- ROBBINS: Right, right.
They used to print all the
bulletins for the Weathermen.
They've got a place
down on Broadway.
MARSDEN: You know,
you're not as unhip as you look.
They were the go-betweens
for the Tannengers
on that first kidnapping.
STONE: Well, if
you had one choice...
Just one... Where
would you put it?
My money would be
on the Walden Post.
But, Lieutenant,
I could be wrong.
Okay, we'll stake
out all of them.
We've already got
their families covered.
And I think you're on the money.
The Walden Post.
No, no, no, that's not
what I'm saying at all.
I just happen to
agree with one or two
of their original concepts.
From before they started
with kidnapping and weirdness.
This could be a
better place to live.
I think there are some
people who might have to put
some limits on what
this system can do.
Not you, not the Tannengers.
Why do you keep doing that?
Why do you keep
putting me with them?
Who said I was with them?
BREITBACK: You? Huh.
Of course you're not.
But you heard the
old story, haven't you?
If it looks like a duck,
walks like a duck,
quacks like a duck...
Yeah, yeah, I
heard it all my life.
All right, so you caught me.
I admit it... I'm a duck.
But what I'm not is a Tannenger.
Mr. Breitback?
Apparently, you think
that Miss Chamberlain here
cast the other not guilty vote.
She didn't.
It was me.
You?
Why would you possibly
vote them not guilty?
We agreed to vote in the
frame of mind we were then.
I remember thinking, in my mind,
there was a reasonable doubt,
because I wasn't buying Stiles.
A reasonable doubt.
I don't think so now.
(door opens)
Mr. Barber, we're going
to record a statement.
That is, you are.
Sit down.
Me?
Yes.
You're going to read it.
You don't have
to study it first.
My-my... my name
is Thurman Barber.
I'm one of the Tannenger jurors.
This message is for
the city of San Francisco
and all its... uh,
political lackeys.
They have badly underestimated
the... the dedication
of the friends of Marie
and Nicholas Tannenger.
That was a serious error.
To assure you of
their determination
to carry out the original terms,
they hereby
announce the... the...
the s-schedule of executions.
The-the names have
been drawn by lot.
The first one to be
shot at 6:00 tonight
will be Thurman Barber, me.
12 hours later...
two more jurors
will be executed.
And 12 hours after that,
four additional
hostages will be shot.
None of this need happen
if their terms and
conditions are met.
That's the end of the
prepared statement.
(metallic clanking)
I'd... I'd like to say
something on my own.
All of us know, if
the authorities don't,
that these people
mean what they say.
I'm to be the first...
(ship horn blows in distance)
so I'm pleading for
myself and my family.
I have a wife and two children.
And I'm asking
the authorities to...
please reconsider.
For God sakes, reconsider.
That's all I have to say.
(cable car bell clanging)
♪♪
Come on! That's him!
Take him! I want him alive!
Come here. Come here.
(indistinct chatter)
He's not going to
take us anywhere,
but maybe this might.
BARBER (over speaker):
I'm to be the first...
(ship horn blows in distance)
so I'm pleading for myself...
STONE: Do you hear that?
Hear the ship?
Mike, this whole
city is a seaport.
You can hear ships everywhere.
All right, go back
to the slam again.
I want to hear that door close.
BARBER: That's the end
of the prepared statement.
(metallic clanking)
There it is.
A steel door or a hatch.
The kind they have on
large ships or a freighter.
And do you hear that
hollow metallic echo sound?
BARBER: if the
authorities don't...
What do you guys think?
You mean you
brought in a psychiatrist
to tell you it's a
door on a boat?
No, Lenny, just stick with me.
I've got something else for you.
Dan?
I'll buy it... a ship would be
a good place to stash 12 people.
That's what you want to
do with the manpower?
- STONE: Yes, sir.
- The waterfront?
Well, the guys in the lab say
it could have been
recorded in a small room,
probably of tin or
steel construction.
Now, if that's true, then
the jury has to be there.
They wouldn't be
schlepping 12 people
all over San Francisco.
I tell you, they are on a boat.
What can I tell you?
You think they're
on a boat, find a boat.
But make sure that you
find it before 6:00 tonight.
Well, look...
All right, Dan, I want you
to get in touch with
the Coast Guard.
I want somebody who knows
all about those
ships on the port.
And then get in touch
with Marsden and tell him
I want all of his manpower
on the waterfront.
Shipyard, China Basin, Wharf.
I want all the guys
out of uniform.
I want them in unmarked cars.
I don't want them
dashing in there
looking like neon
lights saying "cops."
And then... Look,
you're a smart guy.
You know what to tell them.
Saw the gun come out.
And I was looking
right in her eyes.
She pulled the trigger.
Really read her wrong.
Well, you're here.
We got you back.
It was close, though.
Close.
The nurse told me
Mike called again.
Yeah. I told him I've
decided to take the job.
Well, if you really
believe in this,
don't let Mike con
you out of it, huh?
May be the last
crack I get at it.
Almost made that
decision a day too late, huh?
BARBATTO: They heard it
on the radio, he was killed.
That girl Susan
didn't even blink.
Like she cared for him as
much as she cares for us.
Okay, okay, now that
leaves only three of 'em.
AMANDA: And three guns.
Well, we gotta get
one of the guns.
Now, if somebody
takes out Washington,
we can handle
those two girls easy.
Those girls will kill
as quick as the men.
Reid, you're the
only experienced one.
Tell us how to do it.
I don't know.
James, please, this
is our last chance.
It's only three hours
until somebody...
And then me.
They'll kill me now.
We need a diversion.
Something to distract the man.
But there's nothing here to use.
Maybe the bathroom.
If one of us stayed in
there, pretended to be sick,
or was trying to
escape. Something.
It's gotta be a man.
If it's a woman, then one of
the girls would go in after her.
Okay, I'll go in there.
But when he brings me out,
somebody's gotta grab him,
then we can all take care of him.
You got to go for the M-16s.
But the girls, one of
them will be with him.
We do what he
says, we get the gun!
Okay, look, Reid,
you, Barbatto and Lee,
you take care of the guy.
Mackin, you and Barber
take care of the girl.
It's your lunch.
(banging on wall)
What the hell's that?
Mr. Breitback is
sick or something.
(banging continues)
Breitback!
Get your tail out here!
I don't feel so good.
In about a three-count,
I'm about to show you how
you can feel a whole lot worse.
You think you can
bust through solid steel,
you got another think coming.
What's your problem?
The... the head's not working.
Tough.
Isn't anybody gonna say
anything about it not working?
Anybody?
Arlen, never mind.
Go cover the door.
I hear any more banging
and crashing in here,
6:00 is gonna come
pretty quick for you.
Here, I couldn't
let them see me.
It's my medicine.
(chuckles)
MURCHISON: Deeper, Winston.
Deep, deep, sleep.
Deep, peaceful sleep.
Are you comfortable,
relaxed now, Winston?
Yes, comfortable.
That's good. You're comfortable
and safe now, Winston.
Just your friends here.
Lieutenant Stone
told you about a ship.
Right, Winston, a ship?
A ship, yes.
Nick and Marie are on a ship.
Maybe you know
where the ship is.
No... I don't know.
I was never there.
Try to remember.
Nick may have said
something, or Marie.
A big ship.
What about a
boatyard, the Wharf.
MURCHISON: Maybe
when you were at the Wharf?
No.
Then how about
the really big ships?
No, no, freighters.
(jurors clamoring)
- Ask about an abandoned houseboat.
- Mike...
The mothball fleet, will you?
It has to be an empty ship!
Was it in the city
or across the bay?
- Ask him.
- Mike, shut up! Will you knock it off?
- It's darn near 6:00 already!
- This takes time!
Quiet, comfortable sleep.
Tell me about the ship.
Marie said it was
empty... abandoned.
We're on board an empty ship.
Could it have been
the mothball fleet?
No. Some other place.
Old... ships.
Old ships?
What kind?
Like a tomb.
No... please.
Justice...!
(gunshots)
(woman shrieks, sobs)
(siren wailing)
(siren stops)
Thank you.
Thurman Barber, right?
Yes, sir. His I.D. was on him.
Yeah? Who found him?
Officer Peterson
about 15 minutes ago.
They wanted us to find him.
That's why they dumped him here.
It's insane.
Insane? I'll give you insane.
They go out and buy
medicine for one of the jurors,
they execute
another, that's insane.
Take a life, give a life. They
think they're playing God.
Tell me, did you get in touch
with the Coast Guard yet?
They're waiting for us at
their communications center.
Ten and a half hours
and they kill two more.
Come on. Let's go!
(siren wailing)
(tires screech)
- Lieutenant Stone.
- Yes.
I'm Commander Judd,
in charge of the facility.
The chief wanted me
to give you the full list.
It's got the names and
locations of every ship in port.
Well, how about the
dead ships, Commander?
Empty, abandoned, in
dry dock or in salvage?
How many are we looking at?
Well, if we're talking
about that size,
I'd say around 60 right now.
Of course, if we include
the Merchant Reserve Fleet,
could be over 200.
It's almost impossible
to know where to start.
That's what they figured on.
Where do we go to
get this thing organized?
Communication center, come on.
I heard those kids shot
one of the men on the jury.
6:00 tomorrow morning is
our bottom line or two more die.
It'll take us another 20 minutes
to patch into your patrol unit.
- Make that ten.
- Do our best.
What time you got?
Half past 11:00.
I got a quarter to 12:00.
You're running fast.
If you'd gotten off your
skinny duff when I told you,
Barber would be alive right now.
Oh, why don't you lay off?
And that goes for you, too!
Listen, if you hadn't voted
yourself into the bathroom!
MACKIN: All right, you two.
What difference
does it make now?
We botched it. We
needed a better diversion.
You needed more
than that, buster.
MARY: Stop it everybody!
We shouldn't be picking on
each other now... of all times.
ROBBINS: It's
gonna be light soon.
I know, you don't
have to tell me!
I've got eyes for
myself, haven't I?!
Tough day, huh?
Uh, Gordy was wondering,
if we do find them,
do you want him to be
ready with the tear gas?
Tear gas?
Yeah. We'll try to
talk them out of it first,
and if they don't
listen, we'll use the gas.
And if that doesn't work?
We don't have any
other choice, do we?
Guns.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Lieutenant! Lieutenant,
they found the girl's car!
A blue Falcon over at
the Delgado salvage yard.
There's five ships.
Let's get those divers
of yours in the water.
Yes, sir.
How sensitive is that equipment?
Oh, it's good. Very good.
Any vibrations at all,
we'll pick up right here,
and it will register
on the screen
and then in the earphones.
Footsteps, a hatch opening.
Even voices have a slight
effect on the oscilloscope.
We have all five ships
channeling through right here.
(device beeping)
Lieutenant Stone!
- Yes?
- Contact.
It's the cruiser.
Any idea where the people are?
Not exactly.
I have them in at
least two positions,
midship... and aft.
Midship and aft.
Lieutenant, come
on! Take your men!
LIEUTENANT: Let's move!
STONE: We don't have much time.
We've got to find them first.
We can't go dashing
up that gangplank.
Maybe we could have
one of my men swim out,
climb up on the
freighter, cross over
and see if he can
find the jury's location.
All right, go ahead.
Sir... Lieutenant,
I'd like to join him.
I know the jury people
from the Tannenger kids,
- Gordy's men don't.
- But can you swim?
Yes, sir, I've been
skin-diving my whole life.
Oh, no, don't... wait a
minute, I don't mean...
Lieutenant, I'm the only one
who knows who's who on that ship.
I could carry a Dry
Pak with a walkie-talkie.
Be in touch with
you the whole time.
All right, go ahead.
Now remember, they
can see as well as you can.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Lieutenant?
Dan, where are you?
ROBBINS: I'm on
board, it's all clear.
All right, everybody
up, let's go.
It isn't time yet!
All right, come on,
folks, let's move.
MACKIN: Has there been a message
from the mayor or the governor?
WASHINGTON: No,
there's no message, man.
Let's get up and get out, folks.
JENNY: No, no! I'm not going!
I'm not going!
- No, I'm not going!
- SUSAN: Shut her up!
Shut her... I'm warning
you to shut her up!
- I'm not going!
- You'd better make her move!
- No!
- All right, all right...
No, please, I don't want to go!
Oh, please!
SUSAN: Go on!
We're all aboard.
Just saw them, they're moving.
Better hold on out there until
I know where they're going.
There's 11 jurors, three
Tannengers, going aft.
We'll hold right here.
- BARBARA: All right, get in.
- WASHINGTON: Let's go.
BARBARA: Come
on, just keep coming in.
WASHINGTON: Not
you... you stay here.
LINDA: Oh, please, not yet!
WASHINGTON: Come on, lady.
SUSAN: No, stop there!
BARBARA: Keep it moving, go.
SUSAN: All right, Rios.
JENNY: Oh, no!
No! It's not 6:00 yet!
Oh, please, no, no!
BARBARA: Keep moving back!
Please... please let us go.
You're not like the others.
You're wrong, I am.
The Rosen girl and Washington
have Reid and Jenny Rios.
They're headed
towards the engine room.
The others are still in
the wardroom at the rear.
Move in, I'm going after
Susan and Washington.
Wait for me!
I don't have time.
SUSAN: Hurry up.
ROBBINS: Police! Reid, get down!
No, no, no! No, man.
Are you all right? Good.
Where are the others?
Follow me.
(gunshot)
James... they shot James.
I'm warning you,
I'm warning you, don't move!
(knocking on door)
WASHINGTON: B-Barb?
Arlen?
What's the matter?
I've, uh, got a little problem.
Open up.
(screams)
You'll have plenty
of time to recover.
Morning, everybody.
(jurors laughing, babbling)
JEANNIE: everything's
clean from the Laundromat.
- KELLER: Good.
- And there's some turkey,
all sliced, in the refrigerator
and the coffeepot's ready.
- Just plug it in.
- Oh, that's fantastic, Jean.
Thanks a lot.
Well, when are you gonna come
down and see us in the bullpit?
I should be down beginning
of next week after registration.
How many kids do
you have registered
at that class of
yours, do you know?
The department head
calls me last week,
the entire class is filled.
Not too bad, huh?
Do you believe
what he's telling you?
(laughs)
You know, I'm gonna
miss this old tank.
I'm gonna miss you, too.
A little bit, maybe.
Sure.
Sure, I know.
You're gonna be great.
Sure, sure.
Just great, no, I mean it.
But we're still gonna
see the ball games, right?
Just because you're
quitting the department
doesn't mean you're
quitting the ball club.
Of course not,
no way, you're on.
Mike, I'll see that Steve
gets settled, all right?
Yeah, yeah, you do that.
Steve, it's good to see you up.
- Take it easy, all right?
- Thanks a lot, Dan.
Listen, take care of the
big ape for us, will you?
He needs all the
help he can get.
I think we're gonna sort
of take care of each other.
Yeah, that's the way it works.
Michael, I'll see you soon?
Yeah, sure.
Good luck.
Good luck.
What do you think you're doing?
ROBBINS: Uh, nothing, sir.
Uh, just sitting, sir.
I figured you'd drive, sir.
Oh, you did, huh?
Well, since we're partners,
don't you think you ought
to be sharing the load?
Or do you think you
have a patsy here
and maybe you're gonna
sit back and enjoy everything
while somebody
else does the work?
Uh, no, sir. I-I
love to drive, sir.
STONE: That's another thing
I want to talk to you about.
ROBBINS: Yes, sir.
STONE: That's it.
That "yes, sir," "no, sir."
ROBBINS: Yes, sir.
I mean, uh... No, sir.
STONE: This is the San
Francisco Police Department,
we have no "yes,
sirs" and no "no, sirs."
Just do your job,
keep your mouth shut until
I tell you to do something.
(siren wailing, indistinct
radio transmission)
Another black and white.
Where's the ambulance?
Any second,
Dan, it's on its way.
(siren wailing)
(tires screech)
- How bad? Where is he hit?
- Chest wound, really bad.
Looks like it's near the heart.
Anybody call an ambulance?
Yes, sir, I did.
Well, we're not going
to wait any longer.
Open the back door of that car.
Let me have your
partner in a lead car.
- Yes, sir.
- Come on.
Come on.
(grunting)
Sir...
The two of you stay
here, call in the crew.
Yes, sir.
(sirens wailing)
(tires screeching)
Dispatch, this is
Inspector nine-six.
An officer has been shot.
Flag Franklin Hospital.
We're coming in the
E.R. with a chest wound,
extensive blood loss,
shallow breathing.
Steve, can you hear me?
Listen, Steve, it's your
partner Mike... Mike Stone.
Buddy boy.
Just a couple more
blocks, Steve, hold on.
Damn it, hold on, I said.
He's cold.
Don't you quit on me now.
You hear me? Don't quit on me.
(sirens wailing,
tires screeching)
You know the gun caliber, if
it was a Magnum or anything?
We don't know.
Well, dig out his wallet,
see what type blood he's got.
STONE: His blood
type is A-positive.
Two years ago he
had a penicillin reaction.
All right, flash the blood bank.
Tell 'em we'll hang
three units of A-positive
and we'll need dressing
packs, vascular clamps.
Surgical drape.
The cops could be
outside right this minute.
I wasn't followed,
I'm sure I wasn't...
I think they traced
my call to the hospital.
The cop knew my name.
You idiot!
Is he dead?
Yes.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
So... at least he
didn't follow you.
Oh, get him out of here!
We won't tape the
next message yet.
I have to think.
Mike.
They're taking him into surgery.
Doesn't look good.
How bad?
Well, the bullet stopped
around the heart somewhere,
and they don't know how
much damage it's done.
I, uh, I'd better call Jeannie.
This'll really shake her.
Shake her?
All right, Dan, now, just
what the hell happened?
We're not sure, Captain.
Marsden's down at
the shooting site now.
The lieutenant asked
him to put a team on it.
Well, if we want any answers,
we'd better get
down to Montgomery.
Come on.
Were you there when
it happened, Mike?
Is it really bad?
Oh, Daddy.
I'm coming down.
No, no, I want to
be there with you.
I'm coming down right away.
Daddy, I'm so sorry.
(hangs up phone)
A guy at the gas station
up the street heard the shot,
thought it was a backfire.
What about the cartridge casing?
- The lab guys have it.
- I see.
We also have a tire burn
near where Steve went down.
Uh, we think it could
be the girl's car...
Small, probably a compact.
Dan, how's Steve doing?
Touch and go.
- Captain.
- Yes.
This is Mr. Carver.
- Cramer. -Cramer.
- Mr. Cramer, how are you?
I've got the drugstore
down the block.
- I see.
- He made the Ross girl.
Barbara Ross?
Oh, that one.
How long ago?
Hmm, maybe like an hour ago.
What'd she want?
Oh, she wanted
to fill a prescription
for oral diabetic tablets
for somebody named Rose Whalen?
Whalen... isn't that
one of the jurors?
Yes, sir.
You filled it?
Well, hey, look,
how was I to know?
I mean, you know, that,
that prescription's kosher.
I mean, she looked just like
a normal, ordinary person.
It's okay, Mr. Cramer,
it's all right.
Did you happen to
notice, was she driving?
Yeah, she got into
a beat-up old Falcon,
a blue one, blue color.
Well, there are only a couple
thousand of those around.
You didn't happen to
notice a license number?
No, I'm sorry, I
didn't think to look.
No, it's okay, it's all right.
You've been a
big help, thank you.
Oh, we'll keep this if
you don't mind, huh?
Oh.
They heard it on the radio.
That's the second one.
First the deputy,
now the police.
Oh, no, she was the nice one.
She was going to
get me my medicine.
I don't believe it.
Believe it.
What are you doing?
I have to tell them.
Tell them what?
Not to kill me.
Oh, please, they're
going to kill us now.
Please, oh, please, I
got to get out of here.
Jenny, Jenny, we
all want to get out,
but if you open
that door, Jenny...
JENNY: They would
help me if they knew!
I voted not guilty!
Please, I'm not your enemy!
I'm nobody's enemy!
- Please!
- Keep your mouth shut!
- Please, help...
- Shut up!
You bring them in here
and I'll deck you right now!
Jenny... come back to your bunk.
You're going to
be all right, honey,
you just need a little rest.
Well, at least we
know one thing now
that we didn't know before...
she's one of the two
who voted not guilty.
That leaves just
one, doesn't it?
Is Steve out of surgery yet?
He's in Intensive Care.
How did the operation go?
We don't know yet.
I'm, uh, Dan Robbins.
This is my daughter, Jean.
Dan's in Homicide with us.
Hi, Dan.
Did you, um, get anything new?
Not much more than I
gave you on the phone.
The Ross girl used
a.22 caliber automatic.
We found the casing.
Did she have an accomplice?
No, no trace.
That's impossible.
I tell you, it's impossible,
Steve getting shot if she
didn't have anyone with her.
Lieutenant?
It might make sense.
- She's so innocent-looking...
- No. Hm-mm.
Inspector Keller
is still in I.C.U.
and he'll be staying there
for the next few hours.
So everything's all right?
The worst is behind us.
Lieutenant, please...
don't misunderstand.
He's got a good
chance, but he's critical.
We're a long way
from coming out of it.
Well, then why aren't
you in there with him?
Lieutenant, the only
reason I'm here is because
Dr. Lowell is with him,
and he's the best there is.
Sorry I can't give you
a brighter prognosis.
I wish to God that the inspector
hadn't been shot in the heart.
In the heart?
Yes.
Until we sewed him up,
he had a hole in his heart.
Now we just have to wait, and
see how well he snaps back.
Mike...
Mike, Mike... go
home and rest now.
Yeah, okay.
Sleep, if you can.
- Forget the Tannengers now.
- Yeah.
Forget all of it for a
couple of hours, anyway.
Here. Come on.
I'll stay here and
I'll let you know
if there's anything
you'd want to know.
Yeah.
I'll keep in touch
with you, Jeannie.
I'll be at the office.
The office? Mike, you can't...
It's okay, I'll take care
of him, it's all right.
I'll drive you, sir.
You know, we ought to
listen to that tape again,
especially the part
about the ransom.
Maybe we missed something there.
He wants to be a professor.
Damn.
It's really bright when you
come out of that hospital.
Really bright.
(crying quietly)
Five.
All right, Rios.
No, I-I won't!
I'm not going to draw a number
that says you're
going to kill me.
I won't do it.
You want me to draw for you?
Do it, Barbatto.
Three.
Oh, my God.
There's only two before me.
What are you?
Seven.
All right.
Who hasn't drawn?
Me.
Eleven.
Well, I... (clears throat)
better take down the order.
(sighs)
Who's first?
I... I am.
And so it has been
a most difficult,
painful decision
we've had to make,
but this city and the world
cannot tolerate a
tyranny of extremists.
(over TV): It cannot accede
to a law of the lawless.
I trust the families of
the jurors will understand
when I say that we
cannot and will not release
Nick and Marie Tannenger
without due process of law.
We will not be blackmailed
into paying one cent of ransom.
What we will discuss is
the absolute safe return
of the 12 hostages in exchange
for the peaceful surrender
of their kidnappers.
Accordingly, we will
need the assistance
of every citizen in
apprehending these criminals.
WASHINGTON:
They're not going to do it!
They don't believe us.
That's too bad.
I guess we're just
going to have to make it
very clear to them, aren't we?
These are pictures of the
four suspected kidnappers.
If you have reason to believe
you know where
they can be found,
please call the San
Francisco Police
at 553-9111.
Lieutenant, Miss Stone,
you can see Inspector
Keller now if you wish.
(over TV): as they are
armed and dangerous.
Again...
Hi, babe.
Marsden.
Now, we've got over 120
men out there searching,
and so far, not one lead.
Not one.
I need your savvy.
You know whatever there is
to know about radical groups.
Put yourself in their shoes.
What are they thinking?
Well, I figure they'll send us
another one of
those flaky tapes.
Very hard-line, you know?
They got to run the bluff.
They've got to come out.
- Right.
- Mm-hmm.
One of them has
to take that tape
and put it where we can get it.
The point is, where
would they make the drop?
Well, there are a
few places possible.
Couple of printers who've
done pamphlets for them.
Or it could be that,
uh, FM radio station.
ROBBINS: KZKA?
Yeah, that one.
They got a disc jockey
who digs the radical scene.
Uh, and, of course,
there's the Walden Post,
- the underground newspaper.
- ROBBINS: Right, right.
They used to print all the
bulletins for the Weathermen.
They've got a place
down on Broadway.
MARSDEN: You know,
you're not as unhip as you look.
They were the go-betweens
for the Tannengers
on that first kidnapping.
STONE: Well, if
you had one choice...
Just one... Where
would you put it?
My money would be
on the Walden Post.
But, Lieutenant,
I could be wrong.
Okay, we'll stake
out all of them.
We've already got
their families covered.
And I think you're on the money.
The Walden Post.
No, no, no, that's not
what I'm saying at all.
I just happen to
agree with one or two
of their original concepts.
From before they started
with kidnapping and weirdness.
This could be a
better place to live.
I think there are some
people who might have to put
some limits on what
this system can do.
Not you, not the Tannengers.
Why do you keep doing that?
Why do you keep
putting me with them?
Who said I was with them?
BREITBACK: You? Huh.
Of course you're not.
But you heard the
old story, haven't you?
If it looks like a duck,
walks like a duck,
quacks like a duck...
Yeah, yeah, I
heard it all my life.
All right, so you caught me.
I admit it... I'm a duck.
But what I'm not is a Tannenger.
Mr. Breitback?
Apparently, you think
that Miss Chamberlain here
cast the other not guilty vote.
She didn't.
It was me.
You?
Why would you possibly
vote them not guilty?
We agreed to vote in the
frame of mind we were then.
I remember thinking, in my mind,
there was a reasonable doubt,
because I wasn't buying Stiles.
A reasonable doubt.
I don't think so now.
(door opens)
Mr. Barber, we're going
to record a statement.
That is, you are.
Sit down.
Me?
Yes.
You're going to read it.
You don't have
to study it first.
My-my... my name
is Thurman Barber.
I'm one of the Tannenger jurors.
This message is for
the city of San Francisco
and all its... uh,
political lackeys.
They have badly underestimated
the... the dedication
of the friends of Marie
and Nicholas Tannenger.
That was a serious error.
To assure you of
their determination
to carry out the original terms,
they hereby
announce the... the...
the s-schedule of executions.
The-the names have
been drawn by lot.
The first one to be
shot at 6:00 tonight
will be Thurman Barber, me.
12 hours later...
two more jurors
will be executed.
And 12 hours after that,
four additional
hostages will be shot.
None of this need happen
if their terms and
conditions are met.
That's the end of the
prepared statement.
(metallic clanking)
I'd... I'd like to say
something on my own.
All of us know, if
the authorities don't,
that these people
mean what they say.
I'm to be the first...
(ship horn blows in distance)
so I'm pleading for
myself and my family.
I have a wife and two children.
And I'm asking
the authorities to...
please reconsider.
For God sakes, reconsider.
That's all I have to say.
(cable car bell clanging)
♪♪
Come on! That's him!
Take him! I want him alive!
Come here. Come here.
(indistinct chatter)
He's not going to
take us anywhere,
but maybe this might.
BARBER (over speaker):
I'm to be the first...
(ship horn blows in distance)
so I'm pleading for myself...
STONE: Do you hear that?
Hear the ship?
Mike, this whole
city is a seaport.
You can hear ships everywhere.
All right, go back
to the slam again.
I want to hear that door close.
BARBER: That's the end
of the prepared statement.
(metallic clanking)
There it is.
A steel door or a hatch.
The kind they have on
large ships or a freighter.
And do you hear that
hollow metallic echo sound?
BARBER: if the
authorities don't...
What do you guys think?
You mean you
brought in a psychiatrist
to tell you it's a
door on a boat?
No, Lenny, just stick with me.
I've got something else for you.
Dan?
I'll buy it... a ship would be
a good place to stash 12 people.
That's what you want to
do with the manpower?
- STONE: Yes, sir.
- The waterfront?
Well, the guys in the lab say
it could have been
recorded in a small room,
probably of tin or
steel construction.
Now, if that's true, then
the jury has to be there.
They wouldn't be
schlepping 12 people
all over San Francisco.
I tell you, they are on a boat.
What can I tell you?
You think they're
on a boat, find a boat.
But make sure that you
find it before 6:00 tonight.
Well, look...
All right, Dan, I want you
to get in touch with
the Coast Guard.
I want somebody who knows
all about those
ships on the port.
And then get in touch
with Marsden and tell him
I want all of his manpower
on the waterfront.
Shipyard, China Basin, Wharf.
I want all the guys
out of uniform.
I want them in unmarked cars.
I don't want them
dashing in there
looking like neon
lights saying "cops."
And then... Look,
you're a smart guy.
You know what to tell them.
Saw the gun come out.
And I was looking
right in her eyes.
She pulled the trigger.
Really read her wrong.
Well, you're here.
We got you back.
It was close, though.
Close.
The nurse told me
Mike called again.
Yeah. I told him I've
decided to take the job.
Well, if you really
believe in this,
don't let Mike con
you out of it, huh?
May be the last
crack I get at it.
Almost made that
decision a day too late, huh?
BARBATTO: They heard it
on the radio, he was killed.
That girl Susan
didn't even blink.
Like she cared for him as
much as she cares for us.
Okay, okay, now that
leaves only three of 'em.
AMANDA: And three guns.
Well, we gotta get
one of the guns.
Now, if somebody
takes out Washington,
we can handle
those two girls easy.
Those girls will kill
as quick as the men.
Reid, you're the
only experienced one.
Tell us how to do it.
I don't know.
James, please, this
is our last chance.
It's only three hours
until somebody...
And then me.
They'll kill me now.
We need a diversion.
Something to distract the man.
But there's nothing here to use.
Maybe the bathroom.
If one of us stayed in
there, pretended to be sick,
or was trying to
escape. Something.
It's gotta be a man.
If it's a woman, then one of
the girls would go in after her.
Okay, I'll go in there.
But when he brings me out,
somebody's gotta grab him,
then we can all take care of him.
You got to go for the M-16s.
But the girls, one of
them will be with him.
We do what he
says, we get the gun!
Okay, look, Reid,
you, Barbatto and Lee,
you take care of the guy.
Mackin, you and Barber
take care of the girl.
It's your lunch.
(banging on wall)
What the hell's that?
Mr. Breitback is
sick or something.
(banging continues)
Breitback!
Get your tail out here!
I don't feel so good.
In about a three-count,
I'm about to show you how
you can feel a whole lot worse.
You think you can
bust through solid steel,
you got another think coming.
What's your problem?
The... the head's not working.
Tough.
Isn't anybody gonna say
anything about it not working?
Anybody?
Arlen, never mind.
Go cover the door.
I hear any more banging
and crashing in here,
6:00 is gonna come
pretty quick for you.
Here, I couldn't
let them see me.
It's my medicine.
(chuckles)
MURCHISON: Deeper, Winston.
Deep, deep, sleep.
Deep, peaceful sleep.
Are you comfortable,
relaxed now, Winston?
Yes, comfortable.
That's good. You're comfortable
and safe now, Winston.
Just your friends here.
Lieutenant Stone
told you about a ship.
Right, Winston, a ship?
A ship, yes.
Nick and Marie are on a ship.
Maybe you know
where the ship is.
No... I don't know.
I was never there.
Try to remember.
Nick may have said
something, or Marie.
A big ship.
What about a
boatyard, the Wharf.
MURCHISON: Maybe
when you were at the Wharf?
No.
Then how about
the really big ships?
No, no, freighters.
(jurors clamoring)
- Ask about an abandoned houseboat.
- Mike...
The mothball fleet, will you?
It has to be an empty ship!
Was it in the city
or across the bay?
- Ask him.
- Mike, shut up! Will you knock it off?
- It's darn near 6:00 already!
- This takes time!
Quiet, comfortable sleep.
Tell me about the ship.
Marie said it was
empty... abandoned.
We're on board an empty ship.
Could it have been
the mothball fleet?
No. Some other place.
Old... ships.
Old ships?
What kind?
Like a tomb.
No... please.
Justice...!
(gunshots)
(woman shrieks, sobs)
(siren wailing)
(siren stops)
Thank you.
Thurman Barber, right?
Yes, sir. His I.D. was on him.
Yeah? Who found him?
Officer Peterson
about 15 minutes ago.
They wanted us to find him.
That's why they dumped him here.
It's insane.
Insane? I'll give you insane.
They go out and buy
medicine for one of the jurors,
they execute
another, that's insane.
Take a life, give a life. They
think they're playing God.
Tell me, did you get in touch
with the Coast Guard yet?
They're waiting for us at
their communications center.
Ten and a half hours
and they kill two more.
Come on. Let's go!
(siren wailing)
(tires screech)
- Lieutenant Stone.
- Yes.
I'm Commander Judd,
in charge of the facility.
The chief wanted me
to give you the full list.
It's got the names and
locations of every ship in port.
Well, how about the
dead ships, Commander?
Empty, abandoned, in
dry dock or in salvage?
How many are we looking at?
Well, if we're talking
about that size,
I'd say around 60 right now.
Of course, if we include
the Merchant Reserve Fleet,
could be over 200.
It's almost impossible
to know where to start.
That's what they figured on.
Where do we go to
get this thing organized?
Communication center, come on.
I heard those kids shot
one of the men on the jury.
6:00 tomorrow morning is
our bottom line or two more die.
It'll take us another 20 minutes
to patch into your patrol unit.
- Make that ten.
- Do our best.
What time you got?
Half past 11:00.
I got a quarter to 12:00.
You're running fast.
If you'd gotten off your
skinny duff when I told you,
Barber would be alive right now.
Oh, why don't you lay off?
And that goes for you, too!
Listen, if you hadn't voted
yourself into the bathroom!
MACKIN: All right, you two.
What difference
does it make now?
We botched it. We
needed a better diversion.
You needed more
than that, buster.
MARY: Stop it everybody!
We shouldn't be picking on
each other now... of all times.
ROBBINS: It's
gonna be light soon.
I know, you don't
have to tell me!
I've got eyes for
myself, haven't I?!
Tough day, huh?
Uh, Gordy was wondering,
if we do find them,
do you want him to be
ready with the tear gas?
Tear gas?
Yeah. We'll try to
talk them out of it first,
and if they don't
listen, we'll use the gas.
And if that doesn't work?
We don't have any
other choice, do we?
Guns.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Lieutenant! Lieutenant,
they found the girl's car!
A blue Falcon over at
the Delgado salvage yard.
There's five ships.
Let's get those divers
of yours in the water.
Yes, sir.
How sensitive is that equipment?
Oh, it's good. Very good.
Any vibrations at all,
we'll pick up right here,
and it will register
on the screen
and then in the earphones.
Footsteps, a hatch opening.
Even voices have a slight
effect on the oscilloscope.
We have all five ships
channeling through right here.
(device beeping)
Lieutenant Stone!
- Yes?
- Contact.
It's the cruiser.
Any idea where the people are?
Not exactly.
I have them in at
least two positions,
midship... and aft.
Midship and aft.
Lieutenant, come
on! Take your men!
LIEUTENANT: Let's move!
STONE: We don't have much time.
We've got to find them first.
We can't go dashing
up that gangplank.
Maybe we could have
one of my men swim out,
climb up on the
freighter, cross over
and see if he can
find the jury's location.
All right, go ahead.
Sir... Lieutenant,
I'd like to join him.
I know the jury people
from the Tannenger kids,
- Gordy's men don't.
- But can you swim?
Yes, sir, I've been
skin-diving my whole life.
Oh, no, don't... wait a
minute, I don't mean...
Lieutenant, I'm the only one
who knows who's who on that ship.
I could carry a Dry
Pak with a walkie-talkie.
Be in touch with
you the whole time.
All right, go ahead.
Now remember, they
can see as well as you can.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Lieutenant?
Dan, where are you?
ROBBINS: I'm on
board, it's all clear.
All right, everybody
up, let's go.
It isn't time yet!
All right, come on,
folks, let's move.
MACKIN: Has there been a message
from the mayor or the governor?
WASHINGTON: No,
there's no message, man.
Let's get up and get out, folks.
JENNY: No, no! I'm not going!
I'm not going!
- No, I'm not going!
- SUSAN: Shut her up!
Shut her... I'm warning
you to shut her up!
- I'm not going!
- You'd better make her move!
- No!
- All right, all right...
No, please, I don't want to go!
Oh, please!
SUSAN: Go on!
We're all aboard.
Just saw them, they're moving.
Better hold on out there until
I know where they're going.
There's 11 jurors, three
Tannengers, going aft.
We'll hold right here.
- BARBARA: All right, get in.
- WASHINGTON: Let's go.
BARBARA: Come
on, just keep coming in.
WASHINGTON: Not
you... you stay here.
LINDA: Oh, please, not yet!
WASHINGTON: Come on, lady.
SUSAN: No, stop there!
BARBARA: Keep it moving, go.
SUSAN: All right, Rios.
JENNY: Oh, no!
No! It's not 6:00 yet!
Oh, please, no, no!
BARBARA: Keep moving back!
Please... please let us go.
You're not like the others.
You're wrong, I am.
The Rosen girl and Washington
have Reid and Jenny Rios.
They're headed
towards the engine room.
The others are still in
the wardroom at the rear.
Move in, I'm going after
Susan and Washington.
Wait for me!
I don't have time.
SUSAN: Hurry up.
ROBBINS: Police! Reid, get down!
No, no, no! No, man.
Are you all right? Good.
Where are the others?
Follow me.
(gunshot)
James... they shot James.
I'm warning you,
I'm warning you, don't move!
(knocking on door)
WASHINGTON: B-Barb?
Arlen?
What's the matter?
I've, uh, got a little problem.
Open up.
(screams)
You'll have plenty
of time to recover.
Morning, everybody.
(jurors laughing, babbling)
JEANNIE: everything's
clean from the Laundromat.
- KELLER: Good.
- And there's some turkey,
all sliced, in the refrigerator
and the coffeepot's ready.
- Just plug it in.
- Oh, that's fantastic, Jean.
Thanks a lot.
Well, when are you gonna come
down and see us in the bullpit?
I should be down beginning
of next week after registration.
How many kids do
you have registered
at that class of
yours, do you know?
The department head
calls me last week,
the entire class is filled.
Not too bad, huh?
Do you believe
what he's telling you?
(laughs)
You know, I'm gonna
miss this old tank.
I'm gonna miss you, too.
A little bit, maybe.
Sure.
Sure, I know.
You're gonna be great.
Sure, sure.
Just great, no, I mean it.
But we're still gonna
see the ball games, right?
Just because you're
quitting the department
doesn't mean you're
quitting the ball club.
Of course not,
no way, you're on.
Mike, I'll see that Steve
gets settled, all right?
Yeah, yeah, you do that.
Steve, it's good to see you up.
- Take it easy, all right?
- Thanks a lot, Dan.
Listen, take care of the
big ape for us, will you?
He needs all the
help he can get.
I think we're gonna sort
of take care of each other.
Yeah, that's the way it works.
Michael, I'll see you soon?
Yeah, sure.
Good luck.
Good luck.
What do you think you're doing?
ROBBINS: Uh, nothing, sir.
Uh, just sitting, sir.
I figured you'd drive, sir.
Oh, you did, huh?
Well, since we're partners,
don't you think you ought
to be sharing the load?
Or do you think you
have a patsy here
and maybe you're gonna
sit back and enjoy everything
while somebody
else does the work?
Uh, no, sir. I-I
love to drive, sir.
STONE: That's another thing
I want to talk to you about.
ROBBINS: Yes, sir.
STONE: That's it.
That "yes, sir," "no, sir."
ROBBINS: Yes, sir.
I mean, uh... No, sir.
STONE: This is the San
Francisco Police Department,
we have no "yes,
sirs" and no "no, sirs."
Just do your job,
keep your mouth shut until
I tell you to do something.