The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 20 - Dead Lift - full transcript
Ah-nold, long before his movie stardom, made his TV-acting debut as a champion bodybuilder (which he was at the time) visiting San Francisco for a competition. Something (it's not made clear what) has made him incredibly buff and muscled, but has also left him extremely hypersensitive to criticism and with no control over his anger. When he shows off his poses for a young woman, he becomes enraged and unwittingly chokes her to death. He's taken in by a couple and entered into the bodybuilding contest, but broods when he finishes only second. Stone and company suspect him in the death of the woman, and fear he may kill again if provoked.
(theme music playing)
One more time, come on.
Hey, that's not going to work.
- Huh?
- Do it again.
- Do it again.
- Okay.
Yeah, that's the one.
- Yeah.
- Whoop, attaboy.
- Attaboy.
- Point your toes.
- Good, hold it, good.
- (laughs)
- Hey, thank you.
- See you.
Ah.
(exhales)
Hey, uh, I'm no expert, but
aren't you going too slow?
No.
Oh, I thought you had to work up
a sweat, get your heart pumping.
Mine pumps okay.
This is my second lap.
How many have you done?
Thirty-three.
You're not even breathing hard.
- Where are you from?
- Here.
You weren't born here.
No, Austria, but
I'm American now.
Served in Vietnam.
Hey, can't you even stop?
I stopped once already.
Any more wouldn't
do me any good.
Wow, you're serious
about this, aren't you?
It's my body, isn't it?
So?
Well, a person's
body is important.
Well... how many more laps
does that important body
of yours have to make?
Two more.
Well, come on
in, I won't hurt you.
You sure you don't
want some pop?
No, thanks, water is fine.
Anti-sugar, huh?
Well, why take something the
body doesn't need right now?
You're back to that
body business again?
Here, sit down.
Thank you.
So you're a bodybuilder.
How much do you work out?
Four, five hours a day.
Would you wait just
one minute, please?
I want to get this all down
so that I don't miss a thing.
Get what down?
Well, you're a
body freak, right?
Anybody who works out five
hours a day I want to know about.
Okay, any time.
Turn this off.
Turn that off.
And I'm no freak.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.
Okay... no tape.
I'm just no talker, that's all.
Well, can you talk about
yourself without a tape?
Really, I want to know.
Um, how often do you work out?
Every day.
Would you show me
what you look like?
(laughing): Will you?
I mean, if you can't talk,
you can at least show.
Okay.
You're not kidding, are you?
I've never seen
anything like it...
Up close, I mean.
(clears throat)
You don't, you don't
work out easy style,
like the way you jog.
Oh, no, we work
out until it hurts.
Well, what do you do?
What's the purpose?
You really want to see?
Uh-huh.
You promise you won't laugh?
Because people don't understand.
I promise.
Okay.
Do you have some baby oil?
It, it looks better with oil.
Oh, sure.
Okay.
Many people don't
like bodybuilding
because they don't
understand what it is all about.
If more people knew
about it, they all would like it.
It's a beautiful philosophy,
it's a healthy
sport... and it's an art.
You know, many people
think that we are sculptors.
I mean, not with
clay, with the body.
We sculpt our own body.
There's so much to
know about bodybuilding.
Okay.
Okay, first pose
is a lat spread.
(sighs)
(clears throat)
(chuckles)
(laughs)
Hey.
Oh, I'm sorry, it just
looks so ridiculous.
Well, you told me to show you.
Oh, forgive me, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to laugh.
Oh, you're just like the others.
Well, I told you I was sorry.
I-I didn't mean to laugh.
But you did.
You think I'm funny, huh?
You think I'm funny.
Well, you've got to admit,
I mean, when you do that,
you look like some
big ape or something.
Stop that!
Stop this!
I do not like it!
It's beautiful!
It's what the body is
supposed to look like!
I'm not going to stay here
so that you can laugh at me!
Irene was supposed to
meet me at the student union.
When she wasn't there,
I came here, found her.
Coroner said she
had a broken neck.
Was her door locked?
Yeah, I-I have a key
and she had a set of mine.
She had a set of mine.
Could it have been an accident?
- May-Maybe she fell?
- No, we're sure.
Somebody else was here.
Yeah, and whoever it was
left his prints all over the place.
Do you know that there's a
full set on that bottle over there?
What was he doing with baby oil?
Are you finished with this?
Yes, sir.
IRENE (on tape): Anybody
who works out five hours a day
I want to know about.
Okay, any time.
MAN (on tape): Turn this off.
Turn that off.
And I'm no freak.
IRENE: I'm sorry,
I didn't mean that.
I warned her.
It was a German accent,
wasn't it, Swiss or German?
Anybody you know?
No, and it never is.
Irene... she had this
thing for sociology.
She liked interesting people,
she'd bring 'em back here.
Construction workers,
firemen, garbagemen.
She said she wanted
to get into their heads,
see what they were thinking,
get it all down on tape.
Where'd she find them?
All kinds of places.
Today she...
Las-Last night she
said she was going
to Golden Gate Park to jog.
Sh-She probably
met somebody there.
Was she more specific than that?
You know, Golden Gate
Park's a pretty big place.
That's all she said,
but, uh, she liked
that, that little, little lake.
Stow Lake?
Yeah, yeah, I warned her
about this over and over.
Do you have any pictures of her?
Yeah, yeah.
She had some graduation
pictures last weekend.
(panting)
There were finger
marks on her arms
and her shoulders
were dislocated.
He must have just picked
her up like a rag doll and shook.
Yeah, which takes
a lot of strength.
Who works out five hours a day?
Professional athlete?
- "I'm no freak."
- What?
You heard that tape.
That word really
triggered him off... freak.
Come on.
♪♪
Joe.
Just a minute.
Joe, could I, could
I just see you?
Will you stop it for a minute?
I want to talk to you.
Is it about being
late this morning?
Huh? No, no, it's
about your work.
Your work is good...
I mean, it's great.
I've never seen anybody
work like that in my life.
On the docks you're,
you're the fastest.
- Thank you.
- No, it's...
You don't understand, it's...
You're missing the point.
The guys are a little
upset with your work.
You're putting pressure
on them with your work.
You're kidding.
I make it easy for them.
The more I work, the
less they have to work.
Let me explain
something to you, okay?
You're putting the pressure
on me, you know what I mean?
There's inefficiency
experts here.
They watch and they figure
what goes out, you know.
What you can do,
we can't do, Joe.
Well, listen, I was
hired here to work, right?
- Right.
- Okay, so...
See, what I'm thinking is that
maybe, maybe you would be happy
if you found a place
where, where you could work
in your own way, you know.
My own way?
What you're saying is I'm fired?
What I'm saying is that we
have to worry about ourselves.
We got our jobs to worry about.
The guys... they want
to stretch it out a little.
Stretch out, stretch out?
Are you kidding, stretch out?
I am here to work.
- Will you...? Joe...
- Stretch.
Hey, w... hey, hey.
- This is what I call stretching out.
- Hey... take it easy.
That's what I
call stretching out.
Will you wait a minute?
- You stretch out all you want.
- Hey, Joe.
- Wait, okay.
- (Joe shouting indistinctly)
STONE: Say, this girl jogs
around here quite often.
Have you ever seen her?
10-4.
Mike.
Thank you very much.
We just got a call... a guy
named Garver with a possible lead.
Well, we're not
doing any good here.
Say, what's the
word on the prints?
One set was hers, the others
don't belong to anyone local.
Sekulavich sent them
off to Washington.
Let's take a look.
Who's Garver?
Works for a
neighborhood newspaper...
The San Francisco Dispatch.
MAN: So when I saw that come
off the presses this morning,
I thought, boy, that sure
does look like that girl
my son and I saw in
the park this morning.
What was she doing?
Just jogging around the lake,
and then she met some guy,
and they started talking
and jogging off together.
Can you remember
what he looked like?
How was he dressed?
Dark blue sweat
suit, uh, brown hair,
uh, a-and big.
He looked like he was
really in good shape.
Late twenties.
Oh, I'm sorry. I... wish
I could be more help.
You can be. We'd like
you to go downstairs
and help our police artist
do a sketch of his face.
Sure.
Oh, well, there
is one more thing,
but I don't think it's gonna
show up on a drawing.
What do you mean?
Well, he kind of walked funny.
Can you show us?
Something sort
of like this. Uh...
(sighs)
Yeah. Thanks a lot.
Sure.
(grunting)
(knocking)
Who is... who is it?
It's me. Who do you think?
Well, rent day is Tuesday.
Oh, come on,
Joe. I'm your friend.
You know I don't
come just to... to collect.
Got another complaint
about your clanking.
What are you doing home?
I thought you worked today.
Got fired.
Oh. What happened?
Tom, I'd rather not
talk about it, okay?
LAWLER: Okay, okay.
But, um, fired or not,
rent is due next Tuesday.
Don't worry.
You want to get
rid of that tension?
Forget the weights.
Bourbon'll do it
every time. (laughs)
(loud breathing)
It's gonna do you
into your grave, too.
(metal clinking)
(sighs)
(metal clanking)
Don't you know that
the body is sacred?
When are you gonna
start taking care of yours?
Oh, well, hey, let's
look at it this way.
My sacred body is
worshipping the spirits, that's all.
(laughs)
Tuesday.
(sighs)
Bob, I came up because
I've got this suspect, no name.
And, uh, he's pretty strong.
I'm sure in top
physical shape, and I...
Hey, hey, Murphy,
Murph, not like that, huh?
Hey, remember the
man's trying to resist arrest.
(yelling)
Yeah, that's better.
Don't kill him! (chuckles)
Listen, Bob, this guy...
He probably works out somewhere
maybe, oh, five hours a day,
and I thought maybe
you could help us
figure out where he works out.
Hey, it depends, uh, Mike.
You're not really
giving me enough.
Uh, different guys, uh,
work out in different
ways, in different places.
You mean, like a football
player doesn't work out
the same way a
baseball player does?
Right, and, uh, a
lineman doesn't work out
the same way as
a, uh, running back.
He doesn't have the,
uh, neck of a lineman.
Hey, Mike, uh, why don't
you show him how he walks?
Yeah. Uh...
No, you show him. Go ahead.
(Robbins clears his
throat and inhales)
(Andrews chuckles)
There you go.
Hey, very nice,
Daniel, very nice.
- Good.
- Hey, uh, what do you call that?
- Hey, come on, come on.
- (Stone laughs)
- That's what the witness said.
- I know, I know.
Listen, now you're giving
me something I can work with.
That kind of walk
generally comes
from somebody with
overdeveloped lats.
That's the muscle back
up in here, back muscle.
Uh, I would say you're
looking for a, uh, weightlifter,
maybe even a wrestler.
Well, what gyms would
a guy like that go to?
For you, Mike, I'll make a list.
(garbled radio transmission)
Officer?
(garbled radio transmission)
Yeah. Can I help you?
I would like to
talk to somebody.
It's about a crime.
It's, uh... MAN
(yelling): No! No! Hey!
You turkeys. Look,
I-I don't belong here!
I need a doctor!
Hey, give me a break, will you?
Okay, in the tank.
OFFICER: Now, uh,
you wanted to report a crime?
No. I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
It was all a mistake.
(sighs)
(panting)
Oh, I'm sorry.
(tires squealing)
(water running)
(rhythmic clacking of equipment)
(steam hissing)
Please, Mrs. Carson,
I really need the job.
You know I'm good at it.
Joe, you're the best,
best I ever used.
But I'm worried.
The uproar you caused
about that dumb delivery boy.
He shouldn't have
said what he did.
So, he called you a few
silly names. So what?
Maybe he was just jealous.
The way you went after him,
I thought you were
going to kill him.
Please, I promise you
it won't happen again.
No more mayhem? Promise?
I promise.
Just going to have to
learn to control that temper.
Sorry, Lieutenant.
I've never seen him.
You're sure?
If he was strong as you
say he is, I'd remember him.
Good-looking strong
guys can make a fortune
in the wrestling game.
All right.
If he's not the
man I'm looking for,
I'll send him over
to you. How's that?
- Good.
- Okay, pal.
Take care.
Say, Pappy?
- Yeah.
- Come here.
When one of your
guys wants a massage,
you give him
liniment, don't you?
Oh, you bet.
Some of these guys like these
new compounds, but not me.
I can't stand 'em.
What about baby oil?
Ever use baby oil on 'em?
Baby oil?
Yeah. I got a good
reason for asking.
Lieutenant, can you imagine
these guys using baby oil?
You know what I mean?
You know, you're
looking for a pretty boy,
one of those Mr. America types.
They rub the oil on, you
know, to show off their meat.
(man shouts)
(body thudding)
Oh, very good.
There. Now, that's what I mean.
That body has mass.
Well, you said we
should draw what we see,
and when what we see
looks like that, it's a lot easier.
Judith, um, a word to the wise.
Uh, Joe is a little flaky.
Very strange guy,
very unpredictable.
That's refreshing.
For 12 years, I
was married to a guy
that was so predictable,
you could die.
Well... you've been warned.
Yes, Officer.
Uh, take a break for a
while, people, please.
Uh, Joe, don't go.
Do you want to see
what I've done with you?
Yeah.
Uh...
People, it seems as
if we have a problem
about a car parked
outside in front of a hydrant.
Does anybody know
anything about it?
Sorry, Officer.
Try the barber
across the street.
Oh, yeah, I like that.
It's beautiful.
I wish my ex had smiled
like that at something I'd done.
(Joe chuckles)
My name is Judith Winters.
Joe Schmidt.
Joe, why don't you come on back
and try another pose
for 'em for a change?
Okay.
(sighs)
All right, now,
you know the rules.
I don't have to do more reps
than you, just the same amount.
Uh, then if I get lucky
and do more than you,
you wouldn't have any objection
to, say, doubling your bet?
No hustling, Henry.
Hustle? Me? (scoffs)
One... two...
three... four... five.
Sit down, sit down.
No, I don't know him,
but if I find him first,
I'm gonna strangle him.
We'd prefer it, Mr. Jenks,
if you'd just call us instead.
Oh, sure.
It's not only that
he killed that girl.
For 30 years, I've worked to
make bodybuilding legitimate
in the eyes of the public.
So that they look upon
us as something more
than circus strongmen or
guys that aren't really men at all.
Then along comes
a jerk like this, and...
Look, let me show you something.
There.
See that?
My own International
Bodybuilding Federation
with affiliates in 70
foreign countries.
Two million people in this
country train with weights.
300,000 of them read my papers,
use my courses, eat
my food supplements.
Mr. Jenks... how
many in San Francisco?
How many who don't use
your gym, but work out at home?
Oh, I guess a couple
of thousand or so,
but they're mostly kids.
Well, there may be some
others, and if there are,
and they're members
of the Federation,
you'll find them
listed in there.
What about other
bodybuilding organizations?
Are there any?
Of course, but they don't
have the membership we have,
or the clout.
Can you get us their
membership lists?
Well, it just so
happens... Here.
I have to keep up
with the competition
in case there are any new
endorsements I want to get.
Of course, Mr. Jenks.
Say, do you mind if we
borrow these for a while?
We'll bring 'em right back.
No. Go ahead.
Thanks a lot.
Thanks for your time.
Come on, Danny.
Thank you.
Hey, nothing personal,
but consider it your
initiation, friend.
JENKS: Lieutenant!
Lieutenant...
is it all right if I take
a copy of that picture?
(chuckles): Oh,
sure. There you are.
Thanks.
Henry, why don't you stick to
counting truck drivers in bars.
This man came out west
here for some serious training.
All right, all you
muscle-heads, come here.
Take a good look at this.
The first one of you
who can find out
who this man is,
I am personally
going to hand over
a big beautiful $1,000.
You look a little tired.
Two hours posing,
makes you stiff.
Bet you could use a
good massage and sauna.
Who could afford it?
You know, I only
make ten bucks an hour,
and sometimes I wish it
could last the whole day.
You know, Joe, there are lots
of different kinds of modeling.
I've got friends in advertising.
Could be you could make up
to a hundred dollars an hour.
Really?
- Come on, I'll make some calls.
- Okay.
(starts engine)
Come on in.
(laughs): I promise
it'll be painless.
Could you close the door?
I won't hurt you. (laughs)
♪♪
Inspector, I'm sorry,
he, uh, came in before
we got the picture.
He must've given you some
idea of what he was here for.
Well, he just said he wanted to
talk to somebody about a crime.
And you didn't get the
chance to find out the details?
Look, there-there was a
junkie being brought in,
and he was kicking
and screaming.
A-And your suspect changed
his mind and just ran out of there.
(laughs): And you
just let him walk out?!
Well, I called you as
soon as I saw who it was.
(sighs)
Okay, okay, you're right,
there was nothing
you could hold him on.
Uh, look, it's been a
little frustrating today.
Um, was there anything else
he said or did that could help us?
Yeah, he said he was, uh, sorry.
For bothering me, I guess.
Okay. Thank you.
Mike, too late; we
missed out on a break.
Well, we've got one.
Guy's name is Josef Schmidt.
- The army had his prints.
- Is there a jacket on him?
Well, just a service
record, and a court-martial.
Assault.
On a woman?
Well, we don't know.
Just a general statement
on charges and verdict.
He spent six months
in the stockade.
Last address: Boston.
- Mm-hmm.
- Great.
Nothing from DMV.
No local telephone,
no utility listing, nothing.
I tell you what, Sekulavich,
you finish up with these, will you?
- Okay, Lieutenant.
- And, Dan, you check
the membership lists of all
the bodybuilding organizations.
ROBBINS: Yeah.
(exhales)
Hey, Mike, how about
calling the Pentagon?
Oh, I was just gonna do
that; I'm way ahead of you.
I can't believe it.
(laughs): That Keith
was impressed?
Why not? He's the art director
for the biggest ad
agency in San Francisco,
and he thinks you
photograph well.
That's why you got the job.
$300 a day!
That's more than
I've made in a week!
And more.
He said there
might be even more.
Judy... I don't know
how to say that...
thanks.
You just said it. "Thanks."
Well, I'd better
get back on home.
Oh, I guess you'd better.
But call me tomorrow
and let me know how
the session goes, okay?
Okay. Bye-bye.
JUDITH: Help!
My purse!
Hey! Stop him!
♪♪
- Why did you do that! Huh?
- Leave me alone!
(Joe shouting unintelligibly)
JUDITH: Joe! No! Stop it!
Please! Let him go!
I've got my purse.
Thank you.
I'm all shook. Can
you take me home?
Okay.
Hated being locked up... that's
probably why he ran from you.
He's described here as being
"emotionally
unstable," Lieutenant.
How unstable?
According to the
army psychiatrist,
he was hypersensitive
to criticism,
especially from women.
Uh, short fuse,
abnormal inability
to cope with his temper.
As an example,
the court-martial...
The complaint was
brought by a woman.
His girl?
According to this,
the complainant
was a prostitute, by
her own admission.
Seems she made the mistake
of laughing at Private Schmidt
while he was her client.
Laughing at what?
Was there something
wrong with him?
No. No, he evidently
had a very good physique,
only... she found him ludicrous.
Well, how did he assault her?
Shook her. After, uh,
fainting from the pain
she found her
shoulder dislocated,
pulled from its socket,
according to her
physician's testimony.
Well, what did he
use for a defense?
He didn't have one.
All he could say
was... he was sorry.
Uh, listen, you've been
a big help, Colonel,
and I thank you for it.
Yes, I'll let you know
how it comes out.
- What is it?
- Mike, I've got it.
Josef Schmidt...
That's Josef with an F...
Member of the National
Bodybuilding Club.
He's right here and so is
a San Francisco Address.
Well, let's go.
The Periclean sculptors.
Do you know they hardly ever
had any models pose for them?
They watched woman
at home and athletes play
and that's why all
the statues you see
the women in robes
and men look like this.
You really are an aficionado.
A kind of fan of
Greco-Roman art.
Well, guys like me, we
look like those statues.
Means that you
have to know about it.
So you want to look
like the ancients thought
a man should look,
and you use your
body as your own clay.
You do understand.
But what made you get into it?
All that time and effort,
all the lifting of weights...
You know, when
I was a little boy,
my family moved over
here from Austria and, uh,
I hardly spoke the language,
and I felt out of everything.
I was never the best student.
I w-wasn't a great athlete,
and, uh, when I started
picking up weights,
something happened.
I started getting good in it,
I mean really good.
And so, I stuck with it,
and I started learning
everything about diet
and about nutrition
and exercising
and I felt someday
I could be the best.
Aren't you?
Oh, no.
But if you want to
compare, I know where to go.
There's a contest today at 4:00,
Mr. San Francisco.
You want to see it?
Are you in it?
No, I never did this before,
posing in front of
a whole audience.
Joe, you've got to have
more confidence in yourself.
Why don't you enter the contest?
I think you'd be marvelous.
I haven't trained for it,
and I think it's too late
for them to accept me.
There's only one
way to find out.
An artist has to show
his work or where is he?
Let me think about it.
While you're thinking...
Yeah, that's him.
That's him all right.
That's Schmidt.
Oh, he's got a body like
one of those charts in school.
What is it, anatomy,
you know, with the
skin all stripped away?
Well, anyhow,
I had to evict that big
bicep almost a year ago.
With all that clanging and
banging going on in his place,
it bugged everybody.
Did he leave a
forwarding address?
Well, should've, but he didn't.
That wasn't the kind
of thing he cared about.
The only thing
that mattered to him
was those dumb, dumbbells.
Mrs. Beauchamps,
all that clanging.
Did he do his
working out at home?
Why not? He had
everything, all the weights
and all the fancy
equipment all over the place.
I understand that some
of it was special made?
Yes, that's right.
I remember when I complained,
he told me how tough
it was to get that stuff.
He had to search all
over the place for it,
then finally ordered it special.
Thank you very much.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
Thank you.
Okay.
I have to admit, Judith,
I never knew you had
a taste for the exotic.
There's nothing here to
look down your nose at.
These men are doing something
that's very important to them.
Well, I just want to see the guy
who can put that
smile on your face.
So do I; I just never thought
I'd see so much of him.
Three please.
You're the last
store on our list
that sells custom-made.
My wife will appreciate it
when I tell her
that's why I'm so late.
Would she appreciate it more
if you told her the
reason was murder?
Schmidt.
Schmidt... Here we go.
J. Schmidt.
One professional abdominal
board, custom order,
four 50-pound plates.
1140 K Street.
Are you sure this
is the last one?
It's in the latest
batch of receipts,
and see... no phone.
Means the only
way we could tell him
the pulley was in was by mail.
The address had to be right.
Our apologies to your wife.
Thanks.
(applause)
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.):
Number three, Robbie Robinson.
Number four, Ed Carney.
Number five, John Isaacs.
And number six,
from Trieste, Italy,
Franco Columbo.
I can see why you didn't want
me to have that fourth cocktail.
You were afraid I'd throw up.
ANNOUNCER: Number seven,
the sensational Roger
Callard from Los Angeles,
Mr. Western America.
(snickering)
Number eight, Joseph Schmidt.
That's the big one, huh?
I can see the two
of you together...
Ferocious, jungle-like.
Quiet, Paul.
(laughing)
(laughter continues)
Joe.
Joe, I'm sorry.
I know how you must feel.
I've got to talk to you,
but not here, not now.
Will you come with us?
Paul and Riva... they...
Well, th-they want to buy
you a drink and apologize,
a-and then we can go to
my place and we can talk.
All right, Joe?
I want to talk to you, too.
ROBBINS: Talk about serious.
Look at all the weight
lifting equipment.
I told you he wasn't here.
Let's go.
Come on, you know
you can beat me.
Left hand, come
on, son. (laughs)
Here we go, ladies.
How about that table over there?
Now, I insist on paying
for this celebration.
It isn't often I see
an exhibition like that.
What'll you guys have?
That's the second
time we've come close
and ended up with
nothing, zero, zilch.
Mike, we've done all we can.
The APB has got
his name on it now.
There's a unit staking
out his apartment.
I know, I know, we've done
everything we're supposed to do
but get the guy.
Back to headquarters?
No, we're not going
back to headquarters.
According to that
apartment manager,
Schmidt is having a great time
with some wealthy
woman over on Nob Hill.
Mike, there's guys
already looking for him.
So they'll welcome two more.
Next.
Five spot, please.
(laughs)
(clears throat)
Well, we're sorry, Joe, I
mean, it, it was a surprise.
We had no idea what
the contest would be like.
PAUL: But you have to admit
there is a humorous
side to things.
Okay, okay, so I laughed.
That's wrong?
The narcissism involved...
It got to me, that's all.
Uh, Riva, it's getting late.
Um, I have a lot of work to do
before the meeting tomorrow.
Judith, you want a lift?
We'll take a taxi.
Okay.
You came in second.
You proved yourself.
Joe, you should be
proud, not unhappy.
Don't you see?
- No!
- (chuckles)
Joe.
Yeah, give me the police.
Yeah, this is Henry Wilcox.
Listen, the guy
you're looking for,
the one that killed the girl
over in the Mission
Street District...
I just saw him
getting into a cab.
We're looking for a muscleman.
Just got out of a cab
a few minutes ago.
Yeah.
The radio dispatcher said
one of his cars just dropped off
a passenger matching Schmidt's
description with a woman...
1904 Elmhurst.
Inspectors
eight-one to all units
within the vicinity
of 1904 Elmhurst.
Joe, you really looked
good up there on that stage,
and I'm sure the only
reason you came in second
was because, because you
don't have any experience.
Next time... Next
time where will you be?
What do you mean?
I didn't care about winning,
not when I first got up there,
but, uh, when I started
posing, it felt good.
I thought I could win.
And only not for me but for you.
Because I thought that you were
one person who would understand,
only you didn't.
I thought that you would
understand, and you didn't!
I mean, what good is it
being best at something
when nobody understands
what you're best at?
If the only person you want
to share this whole thing with...
laughs!
No, I didn't! I swear...
Joe, I do understand.
It is progressive resistance!
In progressive resistance, you
start with something very light.
Then you go to
something heavier,
something heavier, like this...
and then something
much heavier...
and then something like this...
and then a lot of repetitions,
because it's very
important to do a lot of reps!
Yes, that's the way.
Yeah, that's the reason why
we're warming up like this,
so we don't get hurt!
Don't get hurt!
Makes it easier when we
get into heavier things, huh?
OFFICER: Okay, hold it!
Just take it easy now...
nobody wants to hurt you.
Stay calm.
Come on, Joe, we
just want the lady.
I mean, mister...
Come on now,
come on, easy, easy...
Yeah, that's the
way... come on, Joe!
Come on! Will you relax, now?
Come on, relax a little bit.
(grunting)
Joe, stop it! Come
on, how many times?
How many time are
you going to hurt people?
Until they stop laughing.
And how many times are
you going to feel sorry, Joe?
You killed that
girl, from the park
just the way you
injured the one in Boston.
Because you got
mad, lost your temper.
And how did you feel inside
after you did those things?
You felt sorry, didn't you?
So sorry you went to the
police, tried to confess.
How many more times
you gonna feel sorry, Joe?
You need help.
Let us help you.
We can help you, Joe.
Out, get out!
I didn't mean to kill her.
I didn't mean to.
ROBBINS: The law
will understand that.
Joe, I won't laugh.
Neither will the judge.
You saw it there at
the contest, didn't you?
How good I was?
I could've been a winner.
I could be a winner.
Nobody's gonna
laugh at you, Joe.
Henry, here's the reward
I promised you, $1,000.
Mr. Jenks.
I hate to make waves,
but I distinctly recall
you promised... money.
That certificate is as
good as $1,000 "money"
for any Jenks products,
or towards what you owe
for membership in my gym.
Can he do that?
JENKS: Lieutenant...
what about Joe Schmidt? What's
going to happen to him now?
Oh, the D.A. will probably
charge him with manslaughter.
What about a
psychiatrist or something,
to help straighten him out?
There'll be
psychiatric studies, too.
Don't worry. Your empire's safe.
Ah, but I do worry.
You see, I've seen
some pictures of Schmidt.
He looks pretty good.
With a few years in the joint
with nothing to
do but work out...
he'll be a winner
when he comes out.
And you'd like him to
be one of your winners.
New faces, new testimonials...
that is the game.
(telephone ringing)
Thanks for your help.
- Nice meeting you.
- Yeah.
Jenks' Sports Palace.
Say, Lieutenant, Inspector...
how'd you two like to use
that great gym in there?
I might be willing to
part with this reward
at a substantial discount.
Well, to tell you
the truth, Henry,
after seeing all
those guys in there,
Dan and I were just
saying we are out of shape.
Yeah, so far out we
decided it was too late
to do anything
about it... so enjoy.
(laughs)
Hey, Jim, man.
Hey, I got a deal right
here... to Sports Palace.
$1,000... I'll let
you have it for $500.
One more time, come on.
Hey, that's not going to work.
- Huh?
- Do it again.
- Do it again.
- Okay.
Yeah, that's the one.
- Yeah.
- Whoop, attaboy.
- Attaboy.
- Point your toes.
- Good, hold it, good.
- (laughs)
- Hey, thank you.
- See you.
Ah.
(exhales)
Hey, uh, I'm no expert, but
aren't you going too slow?
No.
Oh, I thought you had to work up
a sweat, get your heart pumping.
Mine pumps okay.
This is my second lap.
How many have you done?
Thirty-three.
You're not even breathing hard.
- Where are you from?
- Here.
You weren't born here.
No, Austria, but
I'm American now.
Served in Vietnam.
Hey, can't you even stop?
I stopped once already.
Any more wouldn't
do me any good.
Wow, you're serious
about this, aren't you?
It's my body, isn't it?
So?
Well, a person's
body is important.
Well... how many more laps
does that important body
of yours have to make?
Two more.
Well, come on
in, I won't hurt you.
You sure you don't
want some pop?
No, thanks, water is fine.
Anti-sugar, huh?
Well, why take something the
body doesn't need right now?
You're back to that
body business again?
Here, sit down.
Thank you.
So you're a bodybuilder.
How much do you work out?
Four, five hours a day.
Would you wait just
one minute, please?
I want to get this all down
so that I don't miss a thing.
Get what down?
Well, you're a
body freak, right?
Anybody who works out five
hours a day I want to know about.
Okay, any time.
Turn this off.
Turn that off.
And I'm no freak.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.
Okay... no tape.
I'm just no talker, that's all.
Well, can you talk about
yourself without a tape?
Really, I want to know.
Um, how often do you work out?
Every day.
Would you show me
what you look like?
(laughing): Will you?
I mean, if you can't talk,
you can at least show.
Okay.
You're not kidding, are you?
I've never seen
anything like it...
Up close, I mean.
(clears throat)
You don't, you don't
work out easy style,
like the way you jog.
Oh, no, we work
out until it hurts.
Well, what do you do?
What's the purpose?
You really want to see?
Uh-huh.
You promise you won't laugh?
Because people don't understand.
I promise.
Okay.
Do you have some baby oil?
It, it looks better with oil.
Oh, sure.
Okay.
Many people don't
like bodybuilding
because they don't
understand what it is all about.
If more people knew
about it, they all would like it.
It's a beautiful philosophy,
it's a healthy
sport... and it's an art.
You know, many people
think that we are sculptors.
I mean, not with
clay, with the body.
We sculpt our own body.
There's so much to
know about bodybuilding.
Okay.
Okay, first pose
is a lat spread.
(sighs)
(clears throat)
(chuckles)
(laughs)
Hey.
Oh, I'm sorry, it just
looks so ridiculous.
Well, you told me to show you.
Oh, forgive me, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to laugh.
Oh, you're just like the others.
Well, I told you I was sorry.
I-I didn't mean to laugh.
But you did.
You think I'm funny, huh?
You think I'm funny.
Well, you've got to admit,
I mean, when you do that,
you look like some
big ape or something.
Stop that!
Stop this!
I do not like it!
It's beautiful!
It's what the body is
supposed to look like!
I'm not going to stay here
so that you can laugh at me!
Irene was supposed to
meet me at the student union.
When she wasn't there,
I came here, found her.
Coroner said she
had a broken neck.
Was her door locked?
Yeah, I-I have a key
and she had a set of mine.
She had a set of mine.
Could it have been an accident?
- May-Maybe she fell?
- No, we're sure.
Somebody else was here.
Yeah, and whoever it was
left his prints all over the place.
Do you know that there's a
full set on that bottle over there?
What was he doing with baby oil?
Are you finished with this?
Yes, sir.
IRENE (on tape): Anybody
who works out five hours a day
I want to know about.
Okay, any time.
MAN (on tape): Turn this off.
Turn that off.
And I'm no freak.
IRENE: I'm sorry,
I didn't mean that.
I warned her.
It was a German accent,
wasn't it, Swiss or German?
Anybody you know?
No, and it never is.
Irene... she had this
thing for sociology.
She liked interesting people,
she'd bring 'em back here.
Construction workers,
firemen, garbagemen.
She said she wanted
to get into their heads,
see what they were thinking,
get it all down on tape.
Where'd she find them?
All kinds of places.
Today she...
Las-Last night she
said she was going
to Golden Gate Park to jog.
Sh-She probably
met somebody there.
Was she more specific than that?
You know, Golden Gate
Park's a pretty big place.
That's all she said,
but, uh, she liked
that, that little, little lake.
Stow Lake?
Yeah, yeah, I warned her
about this over and over.
Do you have any pictures of her?
Yeah, yeah.
She had some graduation
pictures last weekend.
(panting)
There were finger
marks on her arms
and her shoulders
were dislocated.
He must have just picked
her up like a rag doll and shook.
Yeah, which takes
a lot of strength.
Who works out five hours a day?
Professional athlete?
- "I'm no freak."
- What?
You heard that tape.
That word really
triggered him off... freak.
Come on.
♪♪
Joe.
Just a minute.
Joe, could I, could
I just see you?
Will you stop it for a minute?
I want to talk to you.
Is it about being
late this morning?
Huh? No, no, it's
about your work.
Your work is good...
I mean, it's great.
I've never seen anybody
work like that in my life.
On the docks you're,
you're the fastest.
- Thank you.
- No, it's...
You don't understand, it's...
You're missing the point.
The guys are a little
upset with your work.
You're putting pressure
on them with your work.
You're kidding.
I make it easy for them.
The more I work, the
less they have to work.
Let me explain
something to you, okay?
You're putting the pressure
on me, you know what I mean?
There's inefficiency
experts here.
They watch and they figure
what goes out, you know.
What you can do,
we can't do, Joe.
Well, listen, I was
hired here to work, right?
- Right.
- Okay, so...
See, what I'm thinking is that
maybe, maybe you would be happy
if you found a place
where, where you could work
in your own way, you know.
My own way?
What you're saying is I'm fired?
What I'm saying is that we
have to worry about ourselves.
We got our jobs to worry about.
The guys... they want
to stretch it out a little.
Stretch out, stretch out?
Are you kidding, stretch out?
I am here to work.
- Will you...? Joe...
- Stretch.
Hey, w... hey, hey.
- This is what I call stretching out.
- Hey... take it easy.
That's what I
call stretching out.
Will you wait a minute?
- You stretch out all you want.
- Hey, Joe.
- Wait, okay.
- (Joe shouting indistinctly)
STONE: Say, this girl jogs
around here quite often.
Have you ever seen her?
10-4.
Mike.
Thank you very much.
We just got a call... a guy
named Garver with a possible lead.
Well, we're not
doing any good here.
Say, what's the
word on the prints?
One set was hers, the others
don't belong to anyone local.
Sekulavich sent them
off to Washington.
Let's take a look.
Who's Garver?
Works for a
neighborhood newspaper...
The San Francisco Dispatch.
MAN: So when I saw that come
off the presses this morning,
I thought, boy, that sure
does look like that girl
my son and I saw in
the park this morning.
What was she doing?
Just jogging around the lake,
and then she met some guy,
and they started talking
and jogging off together.
Can you remember
what he looked like?
How was he dressed?
Dark blue sweat
suit, uh, brown hair,
uh, a-and big.
He looked like he was
really in good shape.
Late twenties.
Oh, I'm sorry. I... wish
I could be more help.
You can be. We'd like
you to go downstairs
and help our police artist
do a sketch of his face.
Sure.
Oh, well, there
is one more thing,
but I don't think it's gonna
show up on a drawing.
What do you mean?
Well, he kind of walked funny.
Can you show us?
Something sort
of like this. Uh...
(sighs)
Yeah. Thanks a lot.
Sure.
(grunting)
(knocking)
Who is... who is it?
It's me. Who do you think?
Well, rent day is Tuesday.
Oh, come on,
Joe. I'm your friend.
You know I don't
come just to... to collect.
Got another complaint
about your clanking.
What are you doing home?
I thought you worked today.
Got fired.
Oh. What happened?
Tom, I'd rather not
talk about it, okay?
LAWLER: Okay, okay.
But, um, fired or not,
rent is due next Tuesday.
Don't worry.
You want to get
rid of that tension?
Forget the weights.
Bourbon'll do it
every time. (laughs)
(loud breathing)
It's gonna do you
into your grave, too.
(metal clinking)
(sighs)
(metal clanking)
Don't you know that
the body is sacred?
When are you gonna
start taking care of yours?
Oh, well, hey, let's
look at it this way.
My sacred body is
worshipping the spirits, that's all.
(laughs)
Tuesday.
(sighs)
Bob, I came up because
I've got this suspect, no name.
And, uh, he's pretty strong.
I'm sure in top
physical shape, and I...
Hey, hey, Murphy,
Murph, not like that, huh?
Hey, remember the
man's trying to resist arrest.
(yelling)
Yeah, that's better.
Don't kill him! (chuckles)
Listen, Bob, this guy...
He probably works out somewhere
maybe, oh, five hours a day,
and I thought maybe
you could help us
figure out where he works out.
Hey, it depends, uh, Mike.
You're not really
giving me enough.
Uh, different guys, uh,
work out in different
ways, in different places.
You mean, like a football
player doesn't work out
the same way a
baseball player does?
Right, and, uh, a
lineman doesn't work out
the same way as
a, uh, running back.
He doesn't have the,
uh, neck of a lineman.
Hey, Mike, uh, why don't
you show him how he walks?
Yeah. Uh...
No, you show him. Go ahead.
(Robbins clears his
throat and inhales)
(Andrews chuckles)
There you go.
Hey, very nice,
Daniel, very nice.
- Good.
- Hey, uh, what do you call that?
- Hey, come on, come on.
- (Stone laughs)
- That's what the witness said.
- I know, I know.
Listen, now you're giving
me something I can work with.
That kind of walk
generally comes
from somebody with
overdeveloped lats.
That's the muscle back
up in here, back muscle.
Uh, I would say you're
looking for a, uh, weightlifter,
maybe even a wrestler.
Well, what gyms would
a guy like that go to?
For you, Mike, I'll make a list.
(garbled radio transmission)
Officer?
(garbled radio transmission)
Yeah. Can I help you?
I would like to
talk to somebody.
It's about a crime.
It's, uh... MAN
(yelling): No! No! Hey!
You turkeys. Look,
I-I don't belong here!
I need a doctor!
Hey, give me a break, will you?
Okay, in the tank.
OFFICER: Now, uh,
you wanted to report a crime?
No. I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
It was all a mistake.
(sighs)
(panting)
Oh, I'm sorry.
(tires squealing)
(water running)
(rhythmic clacking of equipment)
(steam hissing)
Please, Mrs. Carson,
I really need the job.
You know I'm good at it.
Joe, you're the best,
best I ever used.
But I'm worried.
The uproar you caused
about that dumb delivery boy.
He shouldn't have
said what he did.
So, he called you a few
silly names. So what?
Maybe he was just jealous.
The way you went after him,
I thought you were
going to kill him.
Please, I promise you
it won't happen again.
No more mayhem? Promise?
I promise.
Just going to have to
learn to control that temper.
Sorry, Lieutenant.
I've never seen him.
You're sure?
If he was strong as you
say he is, I'd remember him.
Good-looking strong
guys can make a fortune
in the wrestling game.
All right.
If he's not the
man I'm looking for,
I'll send him over
to you. How's that?
- Good.
- Okay, pal.
Take care.
Say, Pappy?
- Yeah.
- Come here.
When one of your
guys wants a massage,
you give him
liniment, don't you?
Oh, you bet.
Some of these guys like these
new compounds, but not me.
I can't stand 'em.
What about baby oil?
Ever use baby oil on 'em?
Baby oil?
Yeah. I got a good
reason for asking.
Lieutenant, can you imagine
these guys using baby oil?
You know what I mean?
You know, you're
looking for a pretty boy,
one of those Mr. America types.
They rub the oil on, you
know, to show off their meat.
(man shouts)
(body thudding)
Oh, very good.
There. Now, that's what I mean.
That body has mass.
Well, you said we
should draw what we see,
and when what we see
looks like that, it's a lot easier.
Judith, um, a word to the wise.
Uh, Joe is a little flaky.
Very strange guy,
very unpredictable.
That's refreshing.
For 12 years, I
was married to a guy
that was so predictable,
you could die.
Well... you've been warned.
Yes, Officer.
Uh, take a break for a
while, people, please.
Uh, Joe, don't go.
Do you want to see
what I've done with you?
Yeah.
Uh...
People, it seems as
if we have a problem
about a car parked
outside in front of a hydrant.
Does anybody know
anything about it?
Sorry, Officer.
Try the barber
across the street.
Oh, yeah, I like that.
It's beautiful.
I wish my ex had smiled
like that at something I'd done.
(Joe chuckles)
My name is Judith Winters.
Joe Schmidt.
Joe, why don't you come on back
and try another pose
for 'em for a change?
Okay.
(sighs)
All right, now,
you know the rules.
I don't have to do more reps
than you, just the same amount.
Uh, then if I get lucky
and do more than you,
you wouldn't have any objection
to, say, doubling your bet?
No hustling, Henry.
Hustle? Me? (scoffs)
One... two...
three... four... five.
Sit down, sit down.
No, I don't know him,
but if I find him first,
I'm gonna strangle him.
We'd prefer it, Mr. Jenks,
if you'd just call us instead.
Oh, sure.
It's not only that
he killed that girl.
For 30 years, I've worked to
make bodybuilding legitimate
in the eyes of the public.
So that they look upon
us as something more
than circus strongmen or
guys that aren't really men at all.
Then along comes
a jerk like this, and...
Look, let me show you something.
There.
See that?
My own International
Bodybuilding Federation
with affiliates in 70
foreign countries.
Two million people in this
country train with weights.
300,000 of them read my papers,
use my courses, eat
my food supplements.
Mr. Jenks... how
many in San Francisco?
How many who don't use
your gym, but work out at home?
Oh, I guess a couple
of thousand or so,
but they're mostly kids.
Well, there may be some
others, and if there are,
and they're members
of the Federation,
you'll find them
listed in there.
What about other
bodybuilding organizations?
Are there any?
Of course, but they don't
have the membership we have,
or the clout.
Can you get us their
membership lists?
Well, it just so
happens... Here.
I have to keep up
with the competition
in case there are any new
endorsements I want to get.
Of course, Mr. Jenks.
Say, do you mind if we
borrow these for a while?
We'll bring 'em right back.
No. Go ahead.
Thanks a lot.
Thanks for your time.
Come on, Danny.
Thank you.
Hey, nothing personal,
but consider it your
initiation, friend.
JENKS: Lieutenant!
Lieutenant...
is it all right if I take
a copy of that picture?
(chuckles): Oh,
sure. There you are.
Thanks.
Henry, why don't you stick to
counting truck drivers in bars.
This man came out west
here for some serious training.
All right, all you
muscle-heads, come here.
Take a good look at this.
The first one of you
who can find out
who this man is,
I am personally
going to hand over
a big beautiful $1,000.
You look a little tired.
Two hours posing,
makes you stiff.
Bet you could use a
good massage and sauna.
Who could afford it?
You know, I only
make ten bucks an hour,
and sometimes I wish it
could last the whole day.
You know, Joe, there are lots
of different kinds of modeling.
I've got friends in advertising.
Could be you could make up
to a hundred dollars an hour.
Really?
- Come on, I'll make some calls.
- Okay.
(starts engine)
Come on in.
(laughs): I promise
it'll be painless.
Could you close the door?
I won't hurt you. (laughs)
♪♪
Inspector, I'm sorry,
he, uh, came in before
we got the picture.
He must've given you some
idea of what he was here for.
Well, he just said he wanted to
talk to somebody about a crime.
And you didn't get the
chance to find out the details?
Look, there-there was a
junkie being brought in,
and he was kicking
and screaming.
A-And your suspect changed
his mind and just ran out of there.
(laughs): And you
just let him walk out?!
Well, I called you as
soon as I saw who it was.
(sighs)
Okay, okay, you're right,
there was nothing
you could hold him on.
Uh, look, it's been a
little frustrating today.
Um, was there anything else
he said or did that could help us?
Yeah, he said he was, uh, sorry.
For bothering me, I guess.
Okay. Thank you.
Mike, too late; we
missed out on a break.
Well, we've got one.
Guy's name is Josef Schmidt.
- The army had his prints.
- Is there a jacket on him?
Well, just a service
record, and a court-martial.
Assault.
On a woman?
Well, we don't know.
Just a general statement
on charges and verdict.
He spent six months
in the stockade.
Last address: Boston.
- Mm-hmm.
- Great.
Nothing from DMV.
No local telephone,
no utility listing, nothing.
I tell you what, Sekulavich,
you finish up with these, will you?
- Okay, Lieutenant.
- And, Dan, you check
the membership lists of all
the bodybuilding organizations.
ROBBINS: Yeah.
(exhales)
Hey, Mike, how about
calling the Pentagon?
Oh, I was just gonna do
that; I'm way ahead of you.
I can't believe it.
(laughs): That Keith
was impressed?
Why not? He's the art director
for the biggest ad
agency in San Francisco,
and he thinks you
photograph well.
That's why you got the job.
$300 a day!
That's more than
I've made in a week!
And more.
He said there
might be even more.
Judy... I don't know
how to say that...
thanks.
You just said it. "Thanks."
Well, I'd better
get back on home.
Oh, I guess you'd better.
But call me tomorrow
and let me know how
the session goes, okay?
Okay. Bye-bye.
JUDITH: Help!
My purse!
Hey! Stop him!
♪♪
- Why did you do that! Huh?
- Leave me alone!
(Joe shouting unintelligibly)
JUDITH: Joe! No! Stop it!
Please! Let him go!
I've got my purse.
Thank you.
I'm all shook. Can
you take me home?
Okay.
Hated being locked up... that's
probably why he ran from you.
He's described here as being
"emotionally
unstable," Lieutenant.
How unstable?
According to the
army psychiatrist,
he was hypersensitive
to criticism,
especially from women.
Uh, short fuse,
abnormal inability
to cope with his temper.
As an example,
the court-martial...
The complaint was
brought by a woman.
His girl?
According to this,
the complainant
was a prostitute, by
her own admission.
Seems she made the mistake
of laughing at Private Schmidt
while he was her client.
Laughing at what?
Was there something
wrong with him?
No. No, he evidently
had a very good physique,
only... she found him ludicrous.
Well, how did he assault her?
Shook her. After, uh,
fainting from the pain
she found her
shoulder dislocated,
pulled from its socket,
according to her
physician's testimony.
Well, what did he
use for a defense?
He didn't have one.
All he could say
was... he was sorry.
Uh, listen, you've been
a big help, Colonel,
and I thank you for it.
Yes, I'll let you know
how it comes out.
- What is it?
- Mike, I've got it.
Josef Schmidt...
That's Josef with an F...
Member of the National
Bodybuilding Club.
He's right here and so is
a San Francisco Address.
Well, let's go.
The Periclean sculptors.
Do you know they hardly ever
had any models pose for them?
They watched woman
at home and athletes play
and that's why all
the statues you see
the women in robes
and men look like this.
You really are an aficionado.
A kind of fan of
Greco-Roman art.
Well, guys like me, we
look like those statues.
Means that you
have to know about it.
So you want to look
like the ancients thought
a man should look,
and you use your
body as your own clay.
You do understand.
But what made you get into it?
All that time and effort,
all the lifting of weights...
You know, when
I was a little boy,
my family moved over
here from Austria and, uh,
I hardly spoke the language,
and I felt out of everything.
I was never the best student.
I w-wasn't a great athlete,
and, uh, when I started
picking up weights,
something happened.
I started getting good in it,
I mean really good.
And so, I stuck with it,
and I started learning
everything about diet
and about nutrition
and exercising
and I felt someday
I could be the best.
Aren't you?
Oh, no.
But if you want to
compare, I know where to go.
There's a contest today at 4:00,
Mr. San Francisco.
You want to see it?
Are you in it?
No, I never did this before,
posing in front of
a whole audience.
Joe, you've got to have
more confidence in yourself.
Why don't you enter the contest?
I think you'd be marvelous.
I haven't trained for it,
and I think it's too late
for them to accept me.
There's only one
way to find out.
An artist has to show
his work or where is he?
Let me think about it.
While you're thinking...
Yeah, that's him.
That's him all right.
That's Schmidt.
Oh, he's got a body like
one of those charts in school.
What is it, anatomy,
you know, with the
skin all stripped away?
Well, anyhow,
I had to evict that big
bicep almost a year ago.
With all that clanging and
banging going on in his place,
it bugged everybody.
Did he leave a
forwarding address?
Well, should've, but he didn't.
That wasn't the kind
of thing he cared about.
The only thing
that mattered to him
was those dumb, dumbbells.
Mrs. Beauchamps,
all that clanging.
Did he do his
working out at home?
Why not? He had
everything, all the weights
and all the fancy
equipment all over the place.
I understand that some
of it was special made?
Yes, that's right.
I remember when I complained,
he told me how tough
it was to get that stuff.
He had to search all
over the place for it,
then finally ordered it special.
Thank you very much.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
Thank you.
Okay.
I have to admit, Judith,
I never knew you had
a taste for the exotic.
There's nothing here to
look down your nose at.
These men are doing something
that's very important to them.
Well, I just want to see the guy
who can put that
smile on your face.
So do I; I just never thought
I'd see so much of him.
Three please.
You're the last
store on our list
that sells custom-made.
My wife will appreciate it
when I tell her
that's why I'm so late.
Would she appreciate it more
if you told her the
reason was murder?
Schmidt.
Schmidt... Here we go.
J. Schmidt.
One professional abdominal
board, custom order,
four 50-pound plates.
1140 K Street.
Are you sure this
is the last one?
It's in the latest
batch of receipts,
and see... no phone.
Means the only
way we could tell him
the pulley was in was by mail.
The address had to be right.
Our apologies to your wife.
Thanks.
(applause)
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.):
Number three, Robbie Robinson.
Number four, Ed Carney.
Number five, John Isaacs.
And number six,
from Trieste, Italy,
Franco Columbo.
I can see why you didn't want
me to have that fourth cocktail.
You were afraid I'd throw up.
ANNOUNCER: Number seven,
the sensational Roger
Callard from Los Angeles,
Mr. Western America.
(snickering)
Number eight, Joseph Schmidt.
That's the big one, huh?
I can see the two
of you together...
Ferocious, jungle-like.
Quiet, Paul.
(laughing)
(laughter continues)
Joe.
Joe, I'm sorry.
I know how you must feel.
I've got to talk to you,
but not here, not now.
Will you come with us?
Paul and Riva... they...
Well, th-they want to buy
you a drink and apologize,
a-and then we can go to
my place and we can talk.
All right, Joe?
I want to talk to you, too.
ROBBINS: Talk about serious.
Look at all the weight
lifting equipment.
I told you he wasn't here.
Let's go.
Come on, you know
you can beat me.
Left hand, come
on, son. (laughs)
Here we go, ladies.
How about that table over there?
Now, I insist on paying
for this celebration.
It isn't often I see
an exhibition like that.
What'll you guys have?
That's the second
time we've come close
and ended up with
nothing, zero, zilch.
Mike, we've done all we can.
The APB has got
his name on it now.
There's a unit staking
out his apartment.
I know, I know, we've done
everything we're supposed to do
but get the guy.
Back to headquarters?
No, we're not going
back to headquarters.
According to that
apartment manager,
Schmidt is having a great time
with some wealthy
woman over on Nob Hill.
Mike, there's guys
already looking for him.
So they'll welcome two more.
Next.
Five spot, please.
(laughs)
(clears throat)
Well, we're sorry, Joe, I
mean, it, it was a surprise.
We had no idea what
the contest would be like.
PAUL: But you have to admit
there is a humorous
side to things.
Okay, okay, so I laughed.
That's wrong?
The narcissism involved...
It got to me, that's all.
Uh, Riva, it's getting late.
Um, I have a lot of work to do
before the meeting tomorrow.
Judith, you want a lift?
We'll take a taxi.
Okay.
You came in second.
You proved yourself.
Joe, you should be
proud, not unhappy.
Don't you see?
- No!
- (chuckles)
Joe.
Yeah, give me the police.
Yeah, this is Henry Wilcox.
Listen, the guy
you're looking for,
the one that killed the girl
over in the Mission
Street District...
I just saw him
getting into a cab.
We're looking for a muscleman.
Just got out of a cab
a few minutes ago.
Yeah.
The radio dispatcher said
one of his cars just dropped off
a passenger matching Schmidt's
description with a woman...
1904 Elmhurst.
Inspectors
eight-one to all units
within the vicinity
of 1904 Elmhurst.
Joe, you really looked
good up there on that stage,
and I'm sure the only
reason you came in second
was because, because you
don't have any experience.
Next time... Next
time where will you be?
What do you mean?
I didn't care about winning,
not when I first got up there,
but, uh, when I started
posing, it felt good.
I thought I could win.
And only not for me but for you.
Because I thought that you were
one person who would understand,
only you didn't.
I thought that you would
understand, and you didn't!
I mean, what good is it
being best at something
when nobody understands
what you're best at?
If the only person you want
to share this whole thing with...
laughs!
No, I didn't! I swear...
Joe, I do understand.
It is progressive resistance!
In progressive resistance, you
start with something very light.
Then you go to
something heavier,
something heavier, like this...
and then something
much heavier...
and then something like this...
and then a lot of repetitions,
because it's very
important to do a lot of reps!
Yes, that's the way.
Yeah, that's the reason why
we're warming up like this,
so we don't get hurt!
Don't get hurt!
Makes it easier when we
get into heavier things, huh?
OFFICER: Okay, hold it!
Just take it easy now...
nobody wants to hurt you.
Stay calm.
Come on, Joe, we
just want the lady.
I mean, mister...
Come on now,
come on, easy, easy...
Yeah, that's the
way... come on, Joe!
Come on! Will you relax, now?
Come on, relax a little bit.
(grunting)
Joe, stop it! Come
on, how many times?
How many time are
you going to hurt people?
Until they stop laughing.
And how many times are
you going to feel sorry, Joe?
You killed that
girl, from the park
just the way you
injured the one in Boston.
Because you got
mad, lost your temper.
And how did you feel inside
after you did those things?
You felt sorry, didn't you?
So sorry you went to the
police, tried to confess.
How many more times
you gonna feel sorry, Joe?
You need help.
Let us help you.
We can help you, Joe.
Out, get out!
I didn't mean to kill her.
I didn't mean to.
ROBBINS: The law
will understand that.
Joe, I won't laugh.
Neither will the judge.
You saw it there at
the contest, didn't you?
How good I was?
I could've been a winner.
I could be a winner.
Nobody's gonna
laugh at you, Joe.
Henry, here's the reward
I promised you, $1,000.
Mr. Jenks.
I hate to make waves,
but I distinctly recall
you promised... money.
That certificate is as
good as $1,000 "money"
for any Jenks products,
or towards what you owe
for membership in my gym.
Can he do that?
JENKS: Lieutenant...
what about Joe Schmidt? What's
going to happen to him now?
Oh, the D.A. will probably
charge him with manslaughter.
What about a
psychiatrist or something,
to help straighten him out?
There'll be
psychiatric studies, too.
Don't worry. Your empire's safe.
Ah, but I do worry.
You see, I've seen
some pictures of Schmidt.
He looks pretty good.
With a few years in the joint
with nothing to
do but work out...
he'll be a winner
when he comes out.
And you'd like him to
be one of your winners.
New faces, new testimonials...
that is the game.
(telephone ringing)
Thanks for your help.
- Nice meeting you.
- Yeah.
Jenks' Sports Palace.
Say, Lieutenant, Inspector...
how'd you two like to use
that great gym in there?
I might be willing to
part with this reward
at a substantial discount.
Well, to tell you
the truth, Henry,
after seeing all
those guys in there,
Dan and I were just
saying we are out of shape.
Yeah, so far out we
decided it was too late
to do anything
about it... so enjoy.
(laughs)
Hey, Jim, man.
Hey, I got a deal right
here... to Sports Palace.
$1,000... I'll let
you have it for $500.