The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 22 - Let's Pretend We're Strangers - full transcript

(theme music playing)

(door opens)

(screams)

(grunts)

Hey, what's the matter with you?

People; they're freaked out.

♪♪

SPENCE: That guy looks familiar.

Let's trail alongside
him, will you, Charlie?

Yeah, I know him.

I picked him up about
a month ago on a 459.



Hey, Billy!

Let's take him.

(sirens blaring)

Hold it, Billy.

All right, up against the wall.

Assume the position.

Okay, turn around.

What are you running for Billy?

Listen, what do you want?
What are you always hassling me?

We had a prowler call.

Some guy over on Linwood Avenue.

You know pal...

you fit the
description. Let's go.

What do you think this is?



Patch pocket from
a work shirt maybe.

Yeah. What have you got?

All the tenants
are accounted for

except for a guy
named Harvey Robinson.

Manager thinks
he left town today.

- Where to?
- Vegas.

He's got Mondays
and Tuesdays off.

Goes to Vegas every
week like clockwork.

See if you can find
out where he stays.

Miss Rhodes, I'm
sorry to keep you

but I'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

They told me that you're
the one who found her.

We were supposed
to have dinner together

but she wasn't waiting
outside like she always does.

Valerie would have called
me if she'd been sick.

So I asked the
manager to let me in.

- And that's when he called
the police.-Did you happen

to notice if anything's
missing in her apartment?

I already told him.

She always kept about
$200 in her dresser.

It's gone.

Well, what about
jewelry and furs?

I don't know.

I, I looked through
her jewelry box but...

I really can't think right now.

Do you know if anybody
like her old boyfriend,

her ex-husband might
have a key to the apartment?

No. No, it must
have been a prowler.

Can I go now?

Yes, of course. Sure.

We'll keep in touch with you.

ROBBINS: Mike, I've
got something for you.

- STONE: The missing tenant?
- ROBBINS: Not yet.

Here, take a look
at this arrest report.

No, first things first. Now,
what about Robinson?

ROBBINS: Okay, okay.

Found the cabbie who
drove him to the airport.

Picked him up about 6:30 p.m.
which is near the time of death.

I called the Vegas police,
and they're looking for him.

Now will you
look at that report?

Give me a chance, will ya?

ROBBINS: Never
mind. Just listen.

This afternoon around 6:00,
Robbery got a prowler call.

Patrol unit responded,
and picked up a kid

named Billy Martin just
a couple of blocks away.

He had $200 in cash on him.

So they hauled him in. Only
the victim couldn't I.D. him.

So?

They found this ring on Martin.

What are you building up to?

The print reports just came in.

They found Billy Martin's prints

all over Valerie
Foster's bedroom.

Mike, he was
arrested at 6:35 p.m.

- just four blocks away from her apartment.
- What was he wearing?

Well, nothing to match
that ripped pocket,

but he could have changed.

- Do you have an address on him?
- That's the best part.

He's downstairs
in the holding tank.

STONE: William Martin.
Age 12, purse snatching.

A couple of years
in reform school.

Age 16, forgery. A little
more time in reform school.

Petty larceny,
acquitted. Auto theft,

charges dropped.

Grand larceny, case dismissed.

Say, that's a pretty
impressive record, Billy.

Excuse me, I didn't
catch your name.

Lieutenant Stone, and
this is Inspector Robbins.

We're with homicide.

Homicide? What's
this got to do with me?

Where were you this afternoon?

Listen, I've already
been through all this.

One more time for
me. Where were you?

Okay, I was at home.

I was watching a Bette
Davis movie on TV,

and when it was over, I
wanted a little company,

and I was on my way to this bar.

How do you make a living?

Well, I'm unemployed right now,

but I'm looking for work.

Then how do you get by?

With a little help
from my friends.

What about Valerie Foster?
She a friend of yours?

Yeah, Valerie. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I met her a couple
of nights ago.

Where did you meet her?

I don't know. At the
Circus Grill or the Peer Inn.

I don't know, I hang out there.

Why? What about her?

Okay, I'm gonna
make it easy for you.

She was murdered this
afternoon in her apartment.

Your fingerprints were
found all over her bedroom.

Now why don't you
make it easy for us.

Listen, I'm sorry. I mean,
I'm really sorry about Valerie,

but you're looking at
the wrong guy here.

All I did was spend
the night with her.

When was that?

Monday, three nights
ago. I don't know.

Where'd you get the cash?

I told them, I was in
a floating crap game.

I put 20 bucks
down and I got lucky.

Was there anybody there
who can vouch for that?

Look, I don't know who
any of the other guys were,

I was only there
for ten minutes.

Where'd you get this?

Um... She gave
it to me. Valerie.

Pretty expensive present
for a one night stand.

Well, not especially.
It's a perfect fit, see?

Listen, I didn't,
I didn't do this.

Tell me, why did
you start running

when the officers
ordered you to stop?

Because I'm tired of being
hassled by these cops.

Every time I fatten
up my wallet a little bit,

these guys drag me in
on suspicion of something.

STONE: Sergeant.

Listen, I really hope
you believe me here,

because I'm a
lover not a killer.

Book him. Suspicion of murder.

♪♪

WOMAN: William Martin?

PRISONER: Hey, Counselor, baby.

When's the prelim?

- Monday.
- You think you can get me

back out on the farm
this time, Miss Harper?

- I'll see what I can do, Earl.
- All right.

I'm Susan Harper.
You're attorney.

Public Defender's Office.

Well, have you ever handled
a murder case before?

Too many.

Now, William, tell me,

what have they got on you?

Nothing. See I
met this girl in a bar,

and I spent the night
with her and that was it.

Have you got an alibi?

Well, not a very good one.

You got anybody
who can testify for you?

Employer? Character references?

What about your parents?

I don't even know who they were.

William, if you're guilty,

I'll see that your
rights are protected

all the way down the line.

If you're innocent, I'll fight
for you as hard as I can.

But I must know the truth.

Now, okay, I've done
a few things in the past

that were wrong to survive,

but I couldn't kill anybody.

You've got to believe me.

Who's Inspector Robbins?

Thank you.

Inspector Robbins?

That's me.

Are you on the Martin case?

Right.

I'm Susan Harper,
his defense attorney.

Oh, I'm sorry. Hello.

Hello. I filed a
discovery motion,

but I came to ask you a favor.

You could save me a lot of time,

if I could have copies of
your investigative reports.

Sure. Pete... copy
these for me, will you?

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Well, while we're waiting,

what have you got on him?

- Who?
- Billy Martin.

Oh, um...

well, we have enough
to take him to trial

and it's building all the time.

For instance?

For instance,

he, uh, his prints were
found all over her apartment.

He had a ring that
belonged to her.

$200 was stolen
from her apartment,

he turns up with
exactly that amount.

Well, that's the
story of my life.

Rats.

I get all the weak cases.

Sounds like you've
got it all locked up.

Well, he could be telling
the truth, but I doubt it.

Why is that?

Instinct.

Besides he's got a
list of priors a mile long.

You mean if he
were just John Doe,

former quiz kid
with a letter sweater,

your instincts
might be different?

Well, something
like that, all right?

Thanks, Pete.

Here you are.

SUSAN: Well,
thanks for the copies.

You're welcome.

SUSAN: And I'll see you
at the prelim, Inspector.

Dan. The name's Dan.

Dan.

STONE: Hi, Susan,
how's it going?

SUSAN: Fine, Mike. Just fine.

STONE: What was she doing here?

She's on the Martin case.

Poor kid. I feel sorry for her.
She doesn't have a chance.

You feel sorry for her?

Live and learn.

Miss Rhodes,

you also stated
in our conversation

that the deceased would
never have given the defendant

the ring in question.
Why is that?

MICHELE: Because it was
left to her by her mother.

I see, you mean...

it had sentimental value.

Yes.

That's a lovely cameo
you're wearing, Miss Rhodes.

May I ask where you got it?

Well, the fact is...

The fact is that Valerie
Foster gave it to you

from her mother's
collection, isn't that right?

Yes.

So much for sentimental value.

Thank you.

JUDGE: You may step down.

Do you have any more witnesses?

Yes, one, Your Honor.

I'd like to recall a
prosecution witness...

Inspector Dan Robbins.

May I remind you,
Inspector Robbins,

you are still under oath?

Inspector, you and
I had a conversation

about the defendant a
few days ago, didn't we?

Yes.

And at that time we discussed

the evidence presented here.

- Is that correct?
- That's right.

Now, Inspector, about
the money allegedly stolen

from Miss Foster's apartment...

I've read your
investigative report

and I don't see any record

of the serial numbers
of that money.

Uh, there was no
record kept that I know of.

Then, you have no proof

that the money found
on Mr. Martin was stolen.

- No, we don't.
- And didn't you say to me, Inspector, that

if the defendant didn't
have a list of prior arrests,

that your instinct as
to his guilt or innocence

might be different?

Something to that effect, yes.

It was exactly to
that effect, wasn't it?

How did she ever
get you to say that?

It was a private conversation.

Daniel... you have been had.

Mike, that guy is guilty.

Well, if we're going to
have to prove that he's guilty,

we're going to have to
dig a whole lot deeper.

You still feel sorry for her?

Excuse me.

That was really
low-class, you know that?

All's fair in love and
war and the courtroom.

That's not funny.

You're supposed to
be a public defender.

Well, you certainly
didn't defend the public

by getting this case dismissed.

You're all wrong about
Billy, you know that?

I don't agree with you,

but, okay, I am sorry for using
your own words against you.

Can I buy you a
drink, make amends?

Just how sorry are you?

Let me show you.

Okay, on one condition.

We make that dinner.

You're on.

After you, mouthpiece.

Miss Harper.

Can you hold up?

Listen, I just wanted to thank
you for all you've done for me.

I wanted to tell you
how much I appreciate it.

I'm glad it worked out.

Keep in touch, let me
know how you're doing.

I will, thanks.

And thanks for your
help, too, Inspector.

So long, Billy.

It's over.

Thanks, Mario, see you around.

You bought dinner;
dessert's on me.

This is Mario's secret syrup.

You won't find Italian ices
like this anywhere in the city.

It's good.

(sighs) Nice neighborhood.

Hey, don't knock it.

I grew up here.

You're kidding.

I would never kid a cop.

Forgiveness is a virtue.

Yeah, I keep
telling myself that.

That's where I
used to go to church.

It's gone now.

This is Mr. Murphy's market.

My mother used to send me here

when we were, when
we were behind on our bill

because she knew
he'd never done me for it.

Of course not.

Not poor little innocent
Harper the Hatchet.

You cut it out.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

(both chuckle)

This is where I used
to study tap dancing.

Here.

- (chuckles)
- That's great.

This neighborhood didn't
used to be like this... not so bad.

Still it was pretty tough.

How about you?

Oh, private schools,
camp in the summer.

Camp?

Our highlight of
the whole summer

was if the water hydrant broke.

Really?

That's too bad.

Getting out in the
woods and camping

is one of the greatest
experiences you can have.

In fact, I'm going up
the coast this weekend

to do a little fishing.

I know this incredible
secluded cove.

How would you like to go?

- Me?
- Yeah, you might really enjoy it.

You think so?

It would be a whole
new experience for you.

(chuckles)

Okay, we're coming right over.

Robinson is back.

He was cooped up in a motel
room in Vegas with the flu.

Let's go.

Am I keeping you awake?

No.

Burning the candle
at both ends, huh?

Susan?

She's very special.

We're going camping
this weekend.

Susan Harper in the wild?

I'd like to see that.

Want to come along?

What would you
say if I said yes?

I'd die.

I wouldn't want you to die.

(chuckles)

I was just coming
out of my front door

when he came barreling down
the hall and knocked me down.

Where did he come from?

Out of Valerie
Foster's apartment.

Do you remember
what he looks like?

Oh, sure.

He didn't even
stop to apologize.

He was medium, tall,
young, 20s, good-looking.

What was he wearing?

A wool cap and a jumpsuit

like mechanics and
plumbers wear, you know.

It was blue.

STONE: Do you mean like this?

Yeah, like that.

Do you recognize
any of these men?

That's him, that's the guy.

Will you, uh, think about
our trip to Lake Tahoe?

Yeah, listen, Yvone, I
think it's a great idea.

Uh, uh, keep driving.

Would you let me off
down here at the corner?

I want to go to the market
and get a couple of things.

Thank you very much.

Okay, we'll put out
an APB on Martin.

Then we'll set up
a stakeout here.

Mike, you mind dropping
me off at the courthouse?

Susan may know where he is.

Any old excuse, huh?

(chuckles)

That's right.

(engine starts)

SUSAN: Now, I want you to go out

and buy yourself a
dress for the hearing

with a neck up to here and
way down past your knees.

You understand?

And I want you to wash your hair

so you look like
you just stepped out

of your English
class at Bennington.

Where?

Bay City High.

Okay?

Miss Harper, I know
you work miracles,

but even you can't change a
junkie hooker into Mary Poppins.

Do your best.

Okay, I will, I promise.

I don't know whether to
give you an Academy Award

or a, uh, shovel.

(laughs)

You're just in time
to help me buy

some clothes for the weekend.

Hey, it's still on, isn't it?

I hope so.

Susan, there's an
APB out on Billy Martin.

Do you know where he is?

No.

Have you heard from him?

No, I haven't. What's wrong?

We've got an eyewitness
who can tie him

to Valerie Foster's murder.

Positive I.D.

I don't believe it.

Believe it, it's true.

I want to see a copy of
the witness' statement.

Of course.

So you tell me, is
the weekend still on?

(sighs)

You sure don't
make it easy, buster.

Rape? Me?

(chuckles) I'd be flattered
if, if I weren't so upset.

(sighs)

Excuse me, Mr. Swafford,
my mind was wandering.

Uh, it says here
you stole her shoes.

She left them under my bed.

Look, i-i-it's around 9:00

and, and I'm, I'm
asleep already,

sound asleep, and I, I hear
this knocking on my door.

And I-I say, "Who is it?"

A-And she said,
"I-I-It's me, Winnie.

Can I come in?"

And I said, "Sure, sure."

(chuckles) After
all, we both live

in the same home
for senior citizens,

and besides, I-I figured that
maybe she, she couldn't sleep

or something, she
just wanted to talk.

So what could happen?

What did happen?

(stammers)

Well, before you
could blink an eye,

sh-sh-she was giving me a kiss

a-a-and undoing the, the
top button on my pajamas.

Now, if there was
any rape involved,

she was the one that
was doing it, not me.

And is it my fault if
she got so excited,

she, she forgot her shoes?

That Winnie... She,
she's getting senile.

Excuse me just one
minute, Mr. Swafford.

The cops are at my
place again; I just saw 'em.

Now, what's going on?

They've got a warrant
out for your arrest.

For what?

They've got an eyewitness.

He says he saw you running

out of Valerie
Foster's apartment

the day she was murdered.

That's a lie.

They sent over his
sworn statement.

I've read it.

Well, I don't care what it says.

If anybody saw me there, it
was the night I spent with her.

Somebody has just got their
dates mixed up or something.

Okay, if somebody has
got their dates mixed up,

we'll straighten that out.

Meanwhile you've
got to turn yourself in.

No.

This is just another setup.

Can you see that?

Billy, I'm almost through here.

Come on, sit down, sit down.

Wait for me.

I'll drive you over to
headquarters myself.

(door opens)

Well, I think we're all
set here, Mr. Swafford.

If my daughter ever
hears about this...

Oh, your daughter
won't hear about it.

I think the whole
thing will be dismissed

as soon as we get the
psychiatrist's report on Winnie.

- You do?
- Sure.

- Oh.
- Now you go home and you get some rest,

and I'll see you in
court on Monday.

Okay?

That, that Winnie...
Sh-she's a holy terror.

I tell you.

Well, so much for the
Peer Inn and the Circus Grill.

Yeah, if Billy had
shown up at his house,

Tanner would have notified us.

There's nothing much
more we can do right now.

You know, I think I should call
Susan and cancel the weekend.

Why?

Because Martin's
still on the loose.

Well, if he shows
up, we'll nab him.

If he doesn't, why
waste a good weekend?

Go ahead, have a good time.

- (engine starts)
- You're young.

(clicking)

(door closes)

I'm sorry I kept you waiting.

Where have you been?

(Billy sighs)

Well, you want
to know the truth?

I was sitting on top of a
big building downtown.

I was seriously
thinking of jumping off.

Oh, Billy.

You want anything?

You want some coffee?

Why did you call me?

Why haven't you
turned yourself in?

Because I'm scared.

Somebody down
there is trying to get me.

Billy, don't you know
the longer you hide out,

the guiltier you look?

Oh, this is great, now
you're turning against me, too.

You think I'm guilty now?

Billy, if you were guilty, you
wouldn't be sitting here now.

You'd be in another
state already.

Oh, rats, it's after 12:00.

(sighs) I've got to be
up at the crack of dawn.

Billy, please, you've
got to turn yourself in.

I know.

You want me to drive you over?

No.

Thanks.

I think I'd like to walk
the last mile by myself.

(sighs)

(muffled struggling)

♪♪

♪♪

My name is Bill Martin.

I understand you guys
are looking for me again.

Well, what did you
make of it, Walter?

I sent some samples
over to the arson lab.

We should have a report soon.

Come on, now you're the
expert; what do you think?

My best guess?

I'd say the fire
started in the bed.

Give me another guess.

How soon after the fire started
do you think the clock stopped?

Within minutes.

Could it have been a torch job?

Sure, but then again,
he was smoking in bed.

You've got a
suspicious nature, Mike.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

(chuckles)

Listen, I want the
coroner's report

on my desk as
soon as you get it.

Sure thing.

Well, what if Kim is a
junkie and a hooker?

You want to know something?

There but for the grace of
God and a law degree, go I.

Susan, because
of your background,

you identify with the
poor, and that's great,

but who do you think you
are, The Statue of Liberty?

Who do you think
you are, super cop?

Posing as
mild-mannered Clark Kent

to protect the
innocent as long, oh,

as long as they are
upper middle class,

Caucasian, and have
never stolen a hubcap.

Boy, have you got me wrong.

Yeah, well, you're
wrong about Billy Martin.

We'll see about that on Monday.

Right.

At this rate, we're not going
to make it till Monday, Lois.

I think you're right
about that, Clark.

Dan, stop the car.

Stop the car.

I've got a great idea.

I'm going to get out of the car,

and you back up and
then you drive forward,

and you see this
dynamite-looking chick,

me, hitchhiking,
and you pick me up,

but you don't know me
and I don't know you.

And we don't say another word
about work the entire weekend.

Okay?

You know you're
crazy, don't you?

Okay, now here are your lines.

You say, um, "Hiya, sexy."

- (laughs)
- And I say, "Hiya, big boy."

And you say, "Where
are you going?"

And I say, "Wherever
life takes me."

Okay?

Sure.

Okay.

Hiya, sexy.

Hiya, big boy.

Where are you
heading, little darling?

Wherever life takes me.

(laughs)

I don't believe I just did that.

(laughter)

(heavy door opening)

Where were you last night?

- Right here.
- You know what I mean.

Between 11:00 and midnight.

I was with my lawyer.

Just go ask her.

You can bet on it.

(muttering)

That looks beautiful,
just beautiful.

Okay, let me try it again.

- Okay, keep your tip up.
- Okay.

Hey, I've got something.
I got something.

Hold onto it. Don't
let it go. Hold on!

Don't let it go.

(laughter)

You're killing me.

All right, let's see
what we have here.

Must be a big one.

I don't believe it.

Look-look what we have.

A piece of seaweed.

Oh.

Nice fish.

I don't think that's so funny.

I don't believe you.

We better get you
out of these clothes

before you catch
cold, city brat.

Harvey's death just
doesn't make sense.

He was not careless.

Did he drink?

He might have passed out.

No. He had his act together.

He didn't drink or smoke.

What do you mean
he didn't smoke?

Hadn't had a
cigarette in two years.

He was really proud of that.

Ready?

Looks great.

Terrific.

Thank you.

(moans) It's terrific.

Aren't you going to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Why not?

Because I didn't catch one.

You also flunked hiking
and mountain climbing.

I guess I'm not very
good at anything.

That's not necessarily true.

Our dinner's getting cold.

Who cares?

All right, fellas, let's go.

- Come on.
- (groans)

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Okay.

Death by suffocation.

What about plain,
old-fashioned homicide?

No prints, no proof.

Anything turn up
yet on that circular

we posted on the jumpsuit?

- Nope.
- (knocking)

Susan, come in.

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

Harvey Robinson died in his
bed Friday night around 11:30.

- How?
- Fire in his apartment.

Boy, you guys are beautiful.

Just because you
work in Homicide,

you don't believe in death
from natural causes? Accidents?

It wasn't an accident.

According to the
coroner's report,

there was no trace of
smoke in Robinson's lungs.

That rules out death
by smoke inhalation,

and it means he was
dead before the fire started.

And according to
the Arson Squad,

the fire started the
way most fires do,

by smoking in bed.

The only trouble is,

Robinson gave up
smoking two years ago.

- Couldn't he have had a coronary?
- Yes, he could've.

But let's talk about
how convenient

his death was for your client,

the only person with a motive.

Didn't Billy Martin turn
himself in Friday night?

Yes, after 12:00.

He said he was
with you before that.

He was with me.

Who made the
arrangements? Was it you?

No, he called me.

I bet he did. What time?

He called around 11:00.

We met at Mario's.

He was panicked.

I convinced him
to turn himself in.

We were together
from 11:30 until 12:00.

Why didn't you tell me this?

We agreed not to talk about it

over the weekend, remember?

Don't you see he's used you?

Dan, he was with me.

You've defended
hundreds of cases.

How can you be so blind?

Aren't you ever gonna get it
through your mind that Martin

is a killer, a psychopath?

Daniel, would you get a
stenographer to come in here

and take down her statement?

You trying to get me
out of here to cool me off?

I also want her statement
down on paper, signed.

Sure, so she can have
him out on the street again.

(door slams)

I'm... I'm sorry it
turned out this way.

What can I say?

It's an occupational hazard.

I deal in facts, Mike.

You've kept my
client for 48 hours.

Now you have to let him go.

That's the law. You're right.

Mike, Billy couldn't have
killed Harvey Robinson.

He didn't even know his name.

Susan, I can't prove this,

but here's how I see it.

Now mind you, I
said I couldn't prove it,

but I think Billy Martin is
smart enough to set you up.

You mean as an alibi?

Mm-hmm.

Suppose he planned this
murder right from the start.

He's with you between
11:30 and 12:00.

Then he goes to Robinson's
house and kills him.

He sets the clock back to 11:30

and then he lights
a match to the place.

That simple.

As far as getting his
name is concerned,

well, that's no
problem. You know that.

You can't prove it.

I told you I couldn't prove it.

But if it's true,

then you've got a
psychopathic killer on your hand.

Susan, I'm thinking about you.

I am trying to alert you.

Now you think about it.

(phone ringing)

Homicide. Stone.

Stand over here.

That's him.

His name's Dorsey Chandler.

Okay, Chandler, come here.

Come on, Chandler.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Where did you get this jumpsuit?

I didn't steal it.

Okay, you found
it. We believe you.

All we want to know is,

was there anything with it
when you found it? Anything?

Think. Anything at all.

Only this... I swear.

Mr. Dorsey, you are a
gentleman and a scholar.

(knocking)

Hi.

You wanted to see me.

Yes.

Would you sign
on that bottom line?

It's an acknowledgement
that you've received counsel

from the public
defender's office.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'd be glad to.

You know I think you're
really one dynamite lady.

I can't tell how
much it means to me

for someone to have enough faith

to go to bat for me
the way you did.

Billy, the cops aren't
going to let this thing go.

Yeah, well, at least you
know I couldn't kill anybody.

Not Valerie or Robinson
or anybody else.

Who?

You know, the witness.

How did you, uh, know his name?

I read it in the papers.

Billy, you're in
the clear for now,

but if you get
into trouble again,

I'm going to ask my boss

to assign you to a
different attorney.

What for?

I'm resigning your case.

Why?

I just think it would
be better all around.

Hi, Miss Harper.

Oh, am I early?

Oh, I can come back later.

No, you're right on time.

I'm all finished here.

Oh, okay.

Thanks.

Good-bye, Billy.

How do I look? Mary Poppins?

Couldn't be popsier.

Would you close
the door, please?

This'll take just one minute.

Inspector Robbins, please.

Is, uh... is Lieutenant
Stone there?

Oh. Well, uh, would you leave
a message for them, please?

It's very important.

Tell them Susan Harper called,

and that I'm resigning
from the Billy Martin case.

Yes, that's it.

Would you have one of them
call me at my office, please?

I'll wait here for the call.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

Oh. Sure, honey, I'm fine.

Print guys tell
me they just love it

when some joker
uses rubber gloves.

They hold perfectly-formed
prints on the inside.

These are Billy's prints from
Valerie Foster's apartment,

and these are from the gloves.

Perfect match.

Okay, so we found this
in the dead girl's hand.

The jumpsuit was
found two blocks away

from the murder scene.

In the pocket were a jimmy,
ski mask, wool cap... and these.

That does it.

(Robbins sighs)

What's troubling you?

Oh, I guess this is one
time I've got mixed feelings.

This is no time
for mixed feelings.

Come on, let's pick him up.

So I decided to kind of
give myself a rehearsal

in this new outfit
before we go to court.

What did you do?

I applied for a
job, and I got it.

I'm a receptionist.

I start Monday at $110 a week.

And I'm clean.

Oh, that's wonderful, Kim.

Well, I guess that's
about it for today.

I'll see you in court.

9:30, right?

I'll be there.

Kim?

It feels good, doesn't it?

Yeah. When you think about it,

it feels great.

(door closes)

He wouldn't have left town.

He thinks he's off the hook.

So where is he?

Well, we've got a stakeout
on his house, an APB working.

Spence and Jones
are at the Circus Grill.

We can't cover every
singles bar in the city.

TANNER: Inspectors
eight-one, this is headquarters.

Inspectors eight-one. Go ahead.

TANNER: Mike, you got a
call from a Susan Harper.

Did you receive?

No. When did it come in?

TANNER: About 20 minutes ago.

She said it was important.

That she had resigned.

She's waiting for
your call in her office.

Mike, she knows.

But what if Martin
realizes she's on to him?

Tanner, get to a
phone and call her.

Tell her to lock all her
doors. We're on the way.

(engine starting)

(tires squealing)

(gasps)

What are you doing here, Billy?

I figured out how I blew it.

What do you mean?

How you caught on.

You found out there was a news
story about Harvey Robinson,

but all it said was that
this guy died in a fire.

Didn't say he could be
a witness against me.

But now, you can be.

No, I can't, Billy.
I'm your attorney.

(phone ringing)

Not anymore!

I'm no threat to you, Billy.

I can't breach
our confidentiality.

Don't you understand, I
can't testify against you?

I don't believe you! I
heard you call the cops!

(siren blaring)

She may need help.

To all units within the vicinity

of 58 and Sutter
Street, please respond.

Her office is four-one-four.

This is a code three.

(phone ringing)

Billy, don't!

I don't know how I
got into this mess.

Just doesn't seem to stop.

It's got to stop
somewhere, Billy.

I know!

(panting)

(siren blaring)

(panting)

(shouts)

(panting)

Dan! Oh.

Hold it.

Freeze!

Are you all right?

Yes.

Smitty, get an ambulance.

Just take it easy.

Take it easy. You'll survive.

(Susan whimpers)

I promise you,
you're going to survive

to stand trial for Murder One.

(Susan sighs)

Oh, Lord, was I wrong.

Yeah. Almost dead wrong.

(sighs deeply)

Ah. (laughs)

Two counts homicide, one
count, attempted homicide.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

JUDGE: You'll be held
in custody to await trial.

Bail denied.

I'll see you in court.

Well, I, uh, guess
I'll be seeing you.

Dan?

Would you like to try again?

I don't think I
could live through it.

But listen, I've
got this great idea.

Let's pretend that, um,
you walk into this bar,

and you see me
sitting there... alone

in a low-cut black dress

waiting for something, someone.

Our eyes meet, and though
we're perfect strangers,

no words are necessary.

I get up from my table
to walk over to you.

Our eyes are locked together.

Our hearts are pounding.

And, uh... I trip over a chair.

I'll see you in court.

(engine starting)