The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 3 - Dead or Alive - full transcript

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♪♪

Why is it I never
beat you at this game?

Because there's just got
to be one thing in this world

that I do better than you.

- (laughs): I almost believe you.
- But it's true.

I mean, you've got
the looks and the charm

and the wit and all
the men, and all I got

is a wicked serve and a
great overhead smash.

So that’s why you insist upon
playing tennis twice a week.

Well, it's my way
of getting even.



Tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'll give you Bobby,
Frank and George...

if you teach me
that wicked serve.

Why, so you can
get even with me?

No, so I can use
it on my father.

He thinks he's so
good at everything.

I want to knock him
down just one notch.

Okay, it's a deal.

I'll race you to the car!

You cheated, Cathy!

(laughing)

(laughs, pants)

Want to play tomorrow?

Yeah. We'll work
on a conspiracy.



- (laughs): Okay.
- Give me a call.

- Night.
- Night, hon.

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(ignition sputtering)

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(muffled gasps)

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I can think of a better
way to start the day.

- Tell me.
- No, you tell me.

Name was Gail Dobbs.

She and a girl
named Cathy Dineen

were signed up for the
court from 9:00 to 11:00 p.m.

Sometime between 11:00, 11:30,

she was beaten,
raped and strangled.

- Where is this Cathy Dineen?
- Ed Clarke is picking her up.

Mmm. Pretty girl.

Yeah. Coroner thinks
she put up quite a struggle.

There was skin
under her fingernails.

And three of them on her
right hand were broken off.

Also, there are some
fragments of glass

on the ground over here,

possibly from a
broken pair of glasses.

I talked to the guy who runs

the courts, and he saw
her car was still here

when he left at 11:30... it's
the only one left in the lot.

- Well, didn't he check it out?
- He says

there's always a car or
two left in the lot overnight.

Girl comes in her car,
guy comes in his car...

- And they both leave in one car. I know.
- Right.

- Morning.
- Is that the Dineen girl?

She doesn't know anything.

She didn't see
anything or anybody,

and she's on the
verge of hysterics.

Hysterics, huh?

Why don't I ask her
a couple of questions,

then you can take her home.

Oh, look, why don't
you take a couple of men

and canvass the neighborhood.

Anything that
was open all night,

mm, gas station, coffee
shop, anything at all.

Ask if they saw anyone
who looked as though

he might've been in a fight.

Did you, um...
notify the family?

She's only got her
father; he's out of town.

They're trying to locate him.

Mike, he's a heavyweight...
Lots of money.

Okay. Why don't you
see the manager, get a list

of all the people who
played tennis here last night.

I think we're gonna
have to talk to all of them.

Okay.

STONE: Now, what route?

83. Does it run all night?

Thanks a lot.

Well, the neighborhood
canvass comes up zero.

What about forensics?

Said they'll have a prescription
on the lens in a few hours,

but the guy is
definitely nearsighted.

We have three teams
checking out the people

on the other courts;
nothing so far.

The Dineen girl said that
there was a man watching

from the other side of the fence

while they were
playing tennis last night.

Now, he interests me.

You have any ideas?

Yes. There's a bus
route, a Route 83,

that goes right by
those tennis courts.

I think we ought to question

the drivers who worked
that route last night.

(knocking)

Yes, come in.

Lieutenant Stone, I'm
George Driscoll, attorney.

This is Larry Dobbs.

Oh, Mr. Dobbs, I'm very sorry.

Please sit down.

- Uh, I'll be outside.
- Yeah.

I want to know, Lieutenant...
everything that happened.

Well, I won't be
able to tell you

the full detail until I get the
medical examiner's report.

Please. If I can
ask the question,

I can deal with the answer.

What happened to my daughter?

Well, your daughter had multiple
bruises on the face and head.

There was evidence
of strangulation.

Was she raped?

Oh, my God.

(trembling breath)

I'm-I'm sorry.

Sorry, Lieutenant. I...

guess I wasn't as
prepared as I thought I was.

I understand.

She was a perfect
thing, Lieutenant.

Beautiful... graceful
like her mother.

Perfect.

- Do you know who did it?
- Not yet, no.

I want whoever did it punished.

We'll find him, I promise you.

We've got five teams
working on it right now.

Lieutenant... if there
are any expenses,

if there's any money you
need to help find him, I have it.

I don't care how much it costs,

just... let me know,
and I'll write a check.

No, it won't be necessary.

I just feel that I should
help in some way.

I... I feel that there...

there must be
something I can do.

Well, there is
something you can do.

It's not a very
pleasant task, but...

someone has to go
down to the morgue

and make a positive
identification of...

Remains?

Why don't you let
me take care of that?

No, no, no.

I'll-I'll do it.

Well... thank you, Lieutenant.

And, uh...

I would appreciate
if you'd let me know

when you have anything.

I-I know it's not procedure...

I'll let you know.

Thank you.

Lieutenant.

Well, what's that?

Names of bus drivers
on Route 83 last night.

Feranga, Holsman, Scott.

Well, what took you so long?

Oh, well, you know,
a little bit of this,

little bit of that.

(trolley bell clangs)

Are you all right, Larry?

(sighs) I don't believe it.

Except that I
just looked at her.

She's really dead.

And that bag of garbage
who did it is still alive.

Let it be, Larry.

What are the chances of
them ever finding him, George?

Well, it's a good department.

Stone is a good cop.

I've seen him
around over the years.

There must be
something I can do.

Larry, the best thing you can do

is just go home.

Let everybody do their jobs.

- Are you Tom Feranga?
- Yeah. What'd I do?

It's not what you did, it's...

what you might have
seen that interests us.

Well, ain't nobody gonna
read me my rights or nothing?

You know, I always
wanted somebody to do that.

- Come on, read me my rights.
- No, wait a minute, now,

- you don't have any rights.
- I don't have any rights.

No, that's right. You're
a witness, not a suspect.

Oh, that's pretty good.

Now, look, come on
in and have a seat.

I only got 11 minutes
before I take this thing

- back out in that jungle again.
- No, thanks.

- Huh?
- We just saw the other two.

You're the third man that
works that Route 83, right?

Yeah, I always double
up on my shifts. Overtime.

Hey, do you know what it costs

to put braces on a
kid's teeth these days?

Listen, do you know
by any chance what time

you went by those tennis
courts along that route?

Was it between 9:00 and 11:00?

Yeah. Twice.

Uh, it's only an
hour-and-50-minute route.

Did you notice anyone
hanging around the place,

- someone that might not belong?
- You mean, like girl watchers?

Oh, they always hang
around the tennis court.

You know, when I'm driving
by, sometimes I slow down

and take a little peek
myself. (laughing)

Yeah, but last night.

Yeah, well... there was a guy.

Well, look, what is
this all about anyway?

Well, a girl was
raped and killed.

- What about this man?
- Oh...

(Feranga scoffs)

Well... he was a man.

He was, uh, driving
a bread truck.

And he was, uh, watching
the girls on the back court.

So, you mentioned a bread truck.

Well, he was parked
in the bus zone,

and I had to stop in
the middle of the street.

Parisian bread, I think.

Was he wearing glasses?

Yeah. Yeah, he was big.

Can you identify him,
give us a full description?

Well, like I said, he was
big, he was over six foot,

he's white, had on a uniform,

and he also had on some
very thick horn-rimmed glasses.

Give them a break, Don.

They're only about 15.

You should look
that good, Rhoda.

I did when I was 15.

Yeah, well, that's
been a few years.

Not that many.

You don't look that bad, Rhoda.

Not for the mileage. (chuckles)

The usual wear and tear.

Okay, buster,
you've had your fun.

Now you better say
something nice before I get mad.

Why don't you come
over to my place tonight?

Say it.

Just, uh, you and
me, a pepperoni pizza?

You'd better say it.

You're beautiful.

Let's make it my place.

It's tidier.

STONE: I'd like to
have a list of everyone

who went out with
trucks last night.

That's 15!

Look, fellas, I'm
on my lunch break.

I mean, it'll at least take
a half hour to get that list.

Not if you hurry.

Well, can't it wait
till after lunch?

Look, there's an easy way,

and there's a hard way.

We've been doing it
the easy way so far.

MAN: All right, all right.

Only because I
don't need no trouble.

But it ain't right.

It never is.

Would you get that list, please?

(man sighs)

Hey, what are you
getting so hardnosed for?

Just following your lead, boss.

Six are black,

three are over 60,
and one is five foot two.

Of the other five, these
three have records.

This one here
really lays in nice.

STONE: Don Wilton.

Four previous, two for rape.

He beat both cases.

Never did any time.

You think we can pull
a blood type on him?

Well, there's a hospital record
on one of the assault charges.

That's my next stop.

Okay, I'll take
these prints down

to the lab for a comparison.

Did you get a, uh,
address on this guy?

Not yet. He moved last week.

We should have it
by tomorrow. Hey.

- This the file?
- Yeah.

Looks good. What have you got?

Well, on the glasses,
the guy is nearsighted.

The best estimate is 40 over 60.

Good. I've got to get
these down to the lab.

DRISCOLL: Where
did you get these, Larry?

I bought a file clerk.

Are the facts correct?

Well, it's an official record.

They had this guy
twice for rape, George.

And he's never spent
a day in jail. Not one!

It's a difficult charge
to prove, Larry.

Maybe the women involved
refused to go to court and testify.

What about this time?

Can they make
it stick this time?

Can they send this guy to jail?

- That depends.
- DOBBS: On what?

On the evidence.

Which means there's a
chance he could walk away

from this one, too. Is that it?

I can't say.

That's why we have courts.

I know all about the courts.

From them, you get a lot
of law and damn little justice.

- Larry...
- DOBBS: And I want justice, George!

I want a full measure
of justice for this man.

What you want is vengeance.

Call it whatever you like.

The police haven't
even picked him up yet.

He's still on the streets.

Well, if they're not going to
do anything about him, I am!

(whirring)

I want 5,000 exactly
like the proof copy.

That picture nice and clear.

Yes, sir.

Offset printing will give
you good, gray scale.

I want the whole town papered

with these posters
when the sun comes up.

- Well, that'll take some doing.
- DOBBS: I don't care

how many people
you have to hire,

or how much you have to pay 'em.

Just get it done.

Are you sure this is legal?

You let me worry about that.

If anybody asks you,

just tell them you thought
it was a practical joke.

Police! Don't move.

Wait a minute. I...

I'm the superintendent here.

Where's Don Wilton?

I don't know. I
was waiting for him.

With a shotgun?

Well, that's in case
he tried anything.

A man's got a right
to defend himself.

And he's dangerous.

Look, Mister, uh... Zabrockie.

STONE: Mr. Zabrockie,

you tend to the building,

we'll take care of
Mr. Wilton, okay?

Do you know where
we can find him?

Oh, I don't.

Even if I did, I
wouldn't tell you.

Withholding information
from the police is a felony.

Do you know that?

Why should I tell
you guys anything

when somebody's willing
to pay a million bucks for it?

What are you talking about?

Well, I'll tell you
what I'm talking about.

Here.

Where'd you get this?

Oh, they're all over the place.

The whole neighborhood
is papered with them.

Thanks for the help.

Come on.

Hey, you recognize
the phone number

at the bottom next to ours?

I certainly do. Larry Dobbs'.

I hope his phones
get all jammed.

His switchboard is probably
lit up like a Christmas tree.

What I'm afraid of is that
somebody will try to shoot him.

There's always
some cowboy around

that thinks he can
do it all by himself.

Then he's gonna
have to shoot fast,

because if Wilton has seen
these, he's on the move,

and he's gonna make
himself hard to find.

- Just what we needed.
- Hmm.

He'll probably start looking
for his friends or family.

Man with a million
dollars on his head

doesn't have any friends.

Then let's start
looking for his family.

Give me the keys.

I'm gonna have a
little talk with Dobbs.

Hey, Don.

Ha. How you doing, brother?

Harry.

What happened? Did
you get laid off again?

Nah, I just, uh,
running an errand.

Hey, where you going?
Come on, I'll give you a ride.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, I-I want to go for a walk.

I'll see you later.

Get in that car
and do it right now.

What are you doing, Harry?

You-you'd better
do what I say now.

- All right, all right.
- Get in that car!

- Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!
- WILTON: What are you doing?

- It's him!
- What are you doing?

This is the guy. He's
worth a million bucks!

Harry, ease off.

- HARRY: This is the guy
who's a killer! WILTON: Hey.

HARRY: Stop him!

Stop him!

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

(sighs)

DOBBS: Now, I'm not implying

that the police
aren't doing their job,

but, uh, they can
only work efficiently

if they have the
full cooperation

and assistance of the
citizens of San Francisco.

The reward I offer is
an obvious incentive.

A cry for help.

Whoever gets Wilton
gets the money.

That's all I have to say.

- Mr. Dobbs?
- Lieutenant.

Could I talk to
you for a minute?

Of course.

Are you responsible for this?

Don't answer that, Larry.

Lieutenant, I told you, I want
that man caught and punished.

Well, let me tell you, we
might have caught him,

if it hadn't been for these.

I don't want mights.

I want results.

I want Wilton captured!

You don't want him
captured, you want him dead.

You want an
old-fashioned hanging party.

That's a choice I made
optional, Lieutenant.

Anyway, it's too late.

What's done is done.

Not quite.

You're under
arrest. Now it's done.

- Wait a minute, Stone.
- STONE: You wait a minute.

You'll have your chance
when it gets to court.

Well, I want to know
on what charge.

Penal code section
652... Offering a reward

for the capture of a
person, dead or alive.

Now, you do know that's
a state crime, don't you?

It's a misdemeanor.

I looked it up, George.

Come on, let's go.

I'll be out on bail in an hour.

You know, you probably will.

But if anyone takes these
things seriously, and kills Wilton,

I promise you, you'll
be right back in again.

For complicity.

Let's go.

(seagulls screeching)

- (Rhoda sighs)
- Hey, Rhoda.

(seagulls screeching)

What are you doing here?

Saw the poster, huh?

Sure, you can't miss them.

Is-is it true what they say?

No way, babe.

I got to stay hidden, though,
till I get it straightened out.

(sighs)

Rhoda, I need some money.

Money?!

Yeah, for a lawyer. I...

Get back! They'll see you!

Boy, why me?!

Wha-Wha... what makes
me the lucky one, huh?

You are kind of
my girl, aren't you?

(foghorn blowing)

My purse is inside.

I got about 50
bucks I can give you.

Thanks, babe.

Sure.

(seagulls squawking)

(sighs)

Hey? Hey?

Hey, you-you remember
Wilton, don't you?

The guy in the poster?

Yeah, only it's too bad

I don't know where
that weirdo is.

Shh. Now, look, if-if I
put him in your hands,

will-will you split
the money with me?

You're serious?

Just answer me. Will you split?

Yeah, I'll split.

Well... he's in the
back, in the alley.

Hey, look, remember,
we split, huh?

Oh, hey!

Don't let him get away!

(panting)

(sighs)

(panting)

Oh.

(groans)

(panting)

What did you find?

Not much. No
friends to speak of.

His father's dead,
but his mother's alive.

Used to be a nurse,

only the hospital didn't have
a forwarding address for her.

- Another dead end?
- ROBBINS: Well, maybe not.

One of the nurses

who works there was
a friend of the mother's,

but she won't be on duty
for another three hours.

MAN (over radio): All cars
vicinity of Bay and Seventh.

Homicide suspect identified
as Donald Wilton fled

- on foot west on Bay Street.
- (engine starting)

(tires squealing)

Suspect was
wearing leather jacket,

woolen stocking cap,
dark blue or black.

(tires squeak)

(tires squeak)

All right, hold it!

Now, stay right where you are.

Stay right where you are!

Hey!

Get off of me, you jerk!
What are you doing?

Hey, leave him alone! Hey.

- No. It's him.
- Hey.

(tires squeak)

(indistinct chatter)

(siren blaring, indistinct,
overlapping chatter)

(tires squealing)

(men clamoring)

Break it up.

Come on.

- Get off.
- Get off me.

It's all right.

Break it up.

Mike, he's hurt bad;
we need an ambulance.

All right, call an ambulance.

He's mine; it was
me that caught him.

I want a statement
from all of these people.

I spotted him

- from a cab around the corner.
- Get that statement book.

I chased him down,
I got him down.

Mike, here's his I.D.

- (groans)
- Just take it easy.

I need a doctor; I'm hurt.

We'll take you to the
hospital after you're booked.

For what?

We caught that killer, we
got a million bucks coming.

No, no, I'll tell
you what you got.

You got the wrong man.

He fits the description.

I'll tell you what else you got.

You got yourself
criminal charges

and maybe even
manslaughter if the man dies.

I thought it was him.

Well, you thought wrong.

A merchant seaman,
just off the boat two hours.

We were only trying to help.

We? I'll bet you didn't even
think of sharing the reward.

How many chances have you
had to come up with a million bucks?

How many?

How many times in your life?

I'll tell you how many...
None, the same as with me,

so you give me the smell
of that much money...

Just the smell of it... and I'm
gonna do whatever it takes,

and it's not just me either.

Every cabbie in this
town is looking for that guy,

and every bus driver,
every pedestrian!

Every time a guy's
looking out the window,

he's looking for that killer!

It's not just me,
it's everybody.

Maybe... but it's you
I'm gonna put in jail.

All right, he's all yours.

Book him.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

I have your name
and your address.

Mrs. Emily Salter...
S-A-L-T-E-R.

Your dog what?

Yeah, I know all
about the reward.

Thank you so much
for your cooperation.

She says Wilton is
washing the windows

of her apartment right now.

You know, this
belongs in the garbage,

but if I don't send
a car down there,

she's gonna be calling
back all day long.

I'm sorry I had to put
you on the phones, Eddie,

but, uh, we needed a
calm, experienced head.

Oh, I can see it coming
all the way from Cincinnati.

- You're right.
- Hmm.

I'm gonna ask you to
pull another double shift.

We're short of manpower.

Half the city is chasing the
other half around with guns.

I tell you, if we don't
find Wilton soon,

there won't be enough
people around to pay the taxes.

Sure, Mike, what the heck?

If I can't make the million, at
least I can make some overtime.

Yeah, hello.

Oh, Mike, for you on line three.

- Homicide. Stone.
- (over phone): Mike. Dan.

The nurse hasn't seen
Wilton's mother in over a year.

No address, but she did tell me

the mother has been working
in a home for senior citizens.

She gets her calls from
an employment agency.

Which one?

That's a good question.

Have you got a good answer?

Or course.

I'm working on it.

Well, keep digging.

(siren wailing)

Oh, no.

(sighs)

MAN: Don't make a move.

Now, I want you to get up

and I want you to put
your hands over your head.

Don't shoot, pop.

I said stand up!

Just don't shoot.

All right, I didn't do nothing.

You did enough.

Yeah, I'm no fool.

You're the one they
want on that poster.

You're worth $5,000 a pound.

It was, uh, another guy.

Uh, he looks just like me.

Now, I want you
to move real slow

and I want you to keep
your hands over your head.

Now, don't try anything

'cause I don't
want to shoot you.

Let's go.

You got him, you
get the bankroll.

That's right, I got him
in Warehouse Four.

Come on, I'll give
you a hand with him.

Keep your eyes front.

I'm gonna take
him up to my booth,

then I'm gonna call the cops.

You're crazy.

The cops will
jump on the reward!

Wait a minute.

Wilton, get over there.

Get over there!

Cops can't collect rewards.

Don't you listen to the radio?

Don't be crazy, pop, they
always got a way to fool you.

Look, we'll put him in the car
and take him to that Dobbs guy.

No!

No, he belongs to me.

Cut it out, will you?
There's enough

in here for both of us!

(gunshot)

(groaning)

Pop, pop.

Pop.

Hey, get out of here!

- Help me.
- Go on!

Please help me.

(siren wailing)

(overlapping shouting)

Move, move, let the ambulance
out, now, come on, come on.

(sirens wailing)

(horn honking)

You're drawing quite a crowd.

Anybody see which way he went?

Well, if they did
they're not saying.

The word is out, Wilton
shot the watchman.

How did the word
get out that fast?

Some repairman that
works in the neighborhood.

He ran down the
street telling everybody

Wilton killed an old man.

Is the watchman dead?

No, he was alive when he left.

(clamoring)

How long have they been around?

It was a tie... me and them.

I managed to get the
gate locked in time,

or they'd probably show
here with bloodhounds.

Anybody in that posse see
which way the repairman went?

You want us to ask?

No, no, no, never mind.

They wouldn't cooperate anyway.

They've become their
own homicide department,

only they work for
Dobbs and a reward.

- Defamation of character?
- And you say the guy looks

- like Wilton?
- Now, look, Mr. Wilton,

- why don't you call a lawyer?
- Well, maybe you'd better go

back in the bar and ask him.

Now, we don't have
anything to do with a reward.

- Look, Charlie...
- Looks like a merry-go-round in here.

- Everybody's going for the gold ring.
- Tanner.

No, ma'am, no, ma'am.

- Charlie, we can't overlook anything.
- Yes, ma'am.

The money is in
escrow, Lieutenant.

My name is on
that reward poster.

I made a promise
and I intend to keep it.

Do you know what your
promise has done to this city?

Innocent people are being
hurt by other innocent people

who are blinded by the fact

that they could
collect a million dollars.

I can't change human
nature, Lieutenant.

I don't want to see
people hurt or be put in jail.

All I want is the man
that killed my daughter,

and I'm willing to pay for it.

That's where my
responsibility ends.

What other people do
is their own business.

Lieutenant Stone is
right, Larry, call it off.

It's gone on far enough.

The reward stays.

- Was there anything else?
- No.

He's not doing this
for his daughter.

He's doing it for himself.

Maybe it's guilt or vengeance

or a twisted idea of
justice, I don't know.

She's just the excuse
he gives himself.

Well, never mind all that.

What did you get from
the employment agency?

Uh, nothing yet.

I'm checking with the DMV to see

if she owns or drives
a motor vehicle.

Well, keep checking.

I'm going to talk to the chief.

Seems like Mr. Dobbs there...
He, he called him on the phone.

More pressure.

Oh, sure, can you
hold on a second?

Say, Mike, if you're
coming back any time soon,

would you mind bringing me
a corned beef on rye, please?

Have any luck?

Yeah, I got Wilton on
the phone right now.

Yeah, uh, listen, you're
the sixth Wilton to call today.

You think you can convince me?

You've got to help me.

They're... everybody's
trying, trying to kill me, man, I...

Look, I can't see nothing.

What about it?

The, the seeing part, I mean.

Don-Don't you have glasses?

They're broken.

How did they get broken?

Uh, I broke the, the right,
the right lens... th-there.

Listen, do you know what's
wrong with your eyes?

I'm nearsighted, uh, 40/60.

Where are you?

We'll send some of our
people down to pick you right up.

Wait, uh... (sighs)

You... uh, you...
What's your name?

Clarke, Inspector Edmond Clarke.

Uh... you come.

Uh, you... you.

I'll... just you.

Listen, I can have someone
there in a couple of minutes

and it'll be all over.

Just you, okay?

Okay, okay, where are you?

Hey, uh, uh, the cops
can't collect rewards, right?

No, they can't.

You sure?

I'm very sure.

Now, where are you?

At the Presidio, that
bunker up over the bridge.

Yeah.

(garbled radio transmission)

Ma'am, I do like cats.

Yes, please understand,

we do like kittens and cats
and all the rest, but not now, lady.

I told you a hundred times.

It's... we're not
doing that today.

Tom? Eddie Clarke.

Yeah, long time no see.

Just fine.

Look, I'm gonna
do you a big favor.

You know where Bryant
Street Headquarters is?

Well, meet me
outside in five minutes.

Listen, you want to split
a million bucks or not?

That's right, the
guy on the poster.

$500,000, wow.

Sure, I can do it.

Remember now, you
were passing the bunker,

you just happened to see
him, and you grabbed him.

As far as I'm concerned,
I never got the call.

Just take him to the newspapers.

They'll love it.

No sweat, I can do it.

There's nothing to do

except pick the guy
up and give him a ride.

I'll handle it, don't worry.

Wait a minute, what is this?

- It's just in case.
- You don't need a gun.

The guy is trying to surrender.

I heard on television,
he shot a watchman.

He's supposed to
be carrying a gun.

I'm telling you,
you don't need it.

You know, I'll just
feel better with it.

I can't argue with
you, I got to get back.

(honks horn)

ROBBINS: Eddie.

Is Mike still with the chief?

Far as I know.

Anything doing?

Tell him that I made a contact

with someone who knows the
name of the employment agency.

Wilton's mother is remarried
and has a new name.

I'll call in as
soon as I get it.

Anything coming
in on the phones?

Headaches and crease
marks on the seat of my pants.

I had to stretch my
legs or I'd go stir crazy.

Better get used to it.

Another year and that's
all you'll have to do...

That and collect checks.

11 months and four
days to be exact.

(sighs) And then,
sweet retirement.

♪♪

You Clarke?

SPRINGER: You ready to go?

WILTON: I'm tired of
running. No place to hide.

Don't try anything!

You're not a cop.

Give me the gun.

You're one of those
headhunters out for a reward.

Don't make any wrong
moves or I'll shoot.

What happened to the
cop, what's his name?

Come on, give me
the gun... Sure, uh...

might as well get it over with.

(gunshot)

Lewis, get line four, will you?

Johnson, just tell him you
can't make a citizen's arrest

on the phone, and then
tell him to go back to bed.

CLARKE: No, no, soon.

Yeah, I'll be home soon, Helen.

Yeah...

Yeah, I'm sorry, too.

What?

No, no, don't bother,
honey. I'm not very hungry.

Okay.

Do you want to talk to me?

You don't have to, you know?

Yeah, Mike, I want to talk.

I just came from the hospital.

He's dead, isn't he?

He died 20 minutes ago.

(sighs)

I tried to tell him
not to take a gun.

He was an old friend, Mike.

He and his wife,
Betty, and Helen, and I

used to play poker once a month,

till they started having kids.

It was the money, Mike.

It was so much money.

So what happens now?

You're through.

(scoffs)

All these years on the
force, over 24 of them...

I get hungry just once...

and it's all blown.

With Wilton still loose, you're
the only man I can blame for it.

No breaks?

Would you give a man a break?

I would like to go
home for a little while...

see Helen.

Am I under arrest?

You can go home
and pull it all together.

Then come back down here
and turn yourself in to the desk.

(phone rings)

Why me?

Why couldn't somebody else
have answered that phone?

Homicide, Stone.

ROBBINS: What took you so long?

STONE: Well, I usually
shave and have a cup of coffee

before I leave the
house in the morning.

- What have you got?
- I located the mother's address.

She's living under the name of
Thompson over in North Beach.

Well, why didn't you say so? I
could have skipped the shave.

- I hope you skipped the coffee.
- I'll survive,

but you won't if you
offer me any of that,

that carrot juice you drink.

What's the address?

Uh, let's see...

Don... it's 8:00.

Donnie.

You said to get you up at 8:00.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Fix me something
to eat, will you?

I've got some eggs.
How do you want them?

Any way. I'm starvin'.

Is it true?

What's that?

What they said on
TV... about the killings?

Uh, I think I'd like those
eggs sunny side up.

Oh, Donnie, why are
you always in trouble?

Mom, it's a lie.

They gotta blame somebody,
so they're blamin' it on me.

Then why don't you go to
the police and talk to them?

I tried that!

I called them and
they tried to kill me!

I gotta get out of the country.

You gotta help me.

I don't know how to get
you out of the country.

You got any money?

That's all it takes, is money.

Maybe $30.

Well, get it.

I need your car keys, too.

I need the car,
Donnie, to get to work.

I'm asking you to save my life,

you're telling me
about going to work!?

Give me the keys!

Come on.

Uh, I gotta get dressed.

Well, don't stand there staring
at me like I'm some sort of bug.

ROBBINS: 1933.

(doorbell rings)

MRS. THOMPSON: Who is it?

STONE: Police, Mrs. Thompson.

MRS. THOMPSON I'm coming.

STONE: We'd like to
talk to you for a minute.

- About what?
- Oh, I'm sure you know what.

My son? He's not here.

(loud crash)

MRS. THOMPSON: Oh my God.

Call for help.

(horn honks)

Available units to
respond to a foot chase

at Spalding and Curson.

The suspect is Donald
Wilton, wanted for murder.

(gunshot)

STONE: Police. Drop it.

You heard me. I said drop it.

Get outta there! Get
outta there! He's mine!

- (approaching sirens)
- Drop that gun!

Drop it.

Drop that gun.

(approaching siren)

Come on, get on the car.

SMITH: What's with you?

Legs spread.

STONE: He's still
alive. Call an ambulance.

Hey, what are you
messing with me for?

That's the guy on the
poster. I stopped him for you.

Now who gave you
the license to kill?

All right, but I just
won a million bucks.

- You can't take that
away from me.-No, I can't,

but if he lives,
you're gonna spend

most of it on lawyers
and if he dies,

you might not be
around to enjoy it.

Come on, book him.

(crowd cheers)

Crazy people.

No, just people.

Like Dobbs said... human nature;

sometimes it goes
sour, and when it does,

that's when they
need us the most.

Come on, let's get out of here.

DOBBS: Lieutenant,

let's let bygones be bygones.

No hard feelings, okay?

Well, it worked out,
didn't it? It's over.

No, it's not over for a
sailor who's in the hospital,

or for the people who put
him there who might go to jail.

There's a watchman
on the critical list,

Tom Springer is dead,

and Ed Clark is
through as a cop...

after... after 24 years
of honest service.

Can it be over for them?

And the man who shot
Wilton who's up for charges,

maybe even Manslaughter...

I didn't tell him
to pull the trigger.

It was his choice.

That's right.

It was their
greed, you're right.

But who baited the hook?

Wilton deserves to die.

No, he deserves a trial.

A trial? That's
legal mumbo jumbo.

Probably sounds that way
until it's you that's on trial.

Then it begins to
sound pretty good.

Look, Mr. Dobbs, if I were you,

I'd get the best
medical care for Wilton

that your money can buy.

What are you talking about?

If he dies,

the D.A.'s gonna charge
you with first degree murder.

According to the Penal Code,

all I did was commit
a misdemeanor.

I'll see you in court.

I tried to warn you, Larry.

Don't warn me, just defend me.

Think the D.A. can make
the murder charge stick?

Well, to tell you
the truth, Daniel,

I don't think he knows.

But he's gonna try,
and we're gonna help.