The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 5 - No Minor Vices - full transcript

A young girl transforms from modeling to prostitution and finding this an easy living. Her angry father swears to "clean the impurities" by killing those who hire her.

(theme music playing)

(door opens, bell tinkles)

Be right out!

Can I help you?

Are you Hal O'Brien?

Yes.

Hey... All right,
let's just take it easy.

You can have anything I've got.

Listen, I don't... keep
much money in the shop.

I... It's-it's all
checks, credit cards.

There's a... petty cash box...



in the desk, right there.

Uh, the cameras.

Man, that's over 15 grand.

Take it all.

Just... take it and go away.

What do you want?

You are a scum.

Corruptor.

♪♪

Finished?

All right. Let me
know when you get

a closer fix on
the time of death.

I'm sorry, can we go on?

I don't know what there is
to go on about, Inspector.



I've told you before,
I know very little

about my husband's recent
work, or where he spends his time.

Well, just for the record,
where were you last night?

Just for the record,
I was playing bridge

at a neighbor's house, between
8:00 and 11:00 last night.

Martha Wilson.

May I please go now?

I've never liked this place,

and I certainly don't
want to be here now.

All right.

But we may have to
talk to you again later.

If that's absolutely necessary.

Thank you.

Anything from the widow?

Yeah. An alibi and a cold wind.

The lady couldn't care less.

Well, there must be
thousands of dollars' worth

of equipment here, and
yet... nothing was stolen,

according to the cashier.

Which leaves us with a
possible vengeance killer.

STONE: Or an
execution... He was shot

three times in the
chest, close range.

ROBBINS: You know, he was good.

Could've stuck his camera
someplace it didn't belong.

Organized crime.

Or blackmail.

Come on.

Say, Cindy!

- Hey!
- Hey, you're looking great!

- Another modeling job?
- Yeah. No big deal.

Some dumb insect spray
for Dave's Discount Hardware.

- (laughs)
- Hey, listen,

- got to do me a favor.
- What's that?

Could you turn these in for me?

I've got to cut this afternoon,
or I'll never make it in time.

Okay, but that'll be a
no-no with Miss Ardmore.

Hey, I'll graduate, don't worry.

- All right.
- You know who she's gonna celebrate with?

I haven't said yes yet.

Well, you haven't said no.

We'll see.

Hey, listen, thanks a lot, okay?

- Yeah, sure. Bye.
- Bye.

All right, Meyers, let me
know if you turn up anything.

Well, that was Vice.

O'Brien has no
connection with the Mob.

No pornography, no
bookmaking, no nothing.

All the alibis check out.

His wife and that cashier

were out with
friends, we know that.

And he was killed
between 10:00 and midnight.

I hope you've got something.

Something we didn't
expect; take a look at this.

The one on the
right is the bullet

that killed O'Brien last night.

The one on the left was taken

from the body of a Walter
Reeves eight days ago.

Same weapons.

.38 Rupert and Jones.

The lab just got a match.

Which means there's
an obvious connection.

Obvious connection?
I can't think of any.

Let me look at his file again.

So, you better tell Tanner
we'll take this case back.

Was Reeves a photographer?

No, but he was a guy
with a fancy apartment

and no visible means of support.

Meaning?

Meaning I don't know
how he made a living,

and his brother was
pretty vague on the subject.

Why don't you put out
another want on that gun.

Make it statewide, and,
uh... add O'Brien's name to it.

Gotcha.

Yeah, I'm gonna have
another talk with his brother.

Jerry, this is San
Francisco, not Miami.

When the wind blows off the bay,

women want linings in
their coats, not tissue paper.

Now, what do you mean, tomorrow?

Today is the tomorrow
you talked about yesterday.

Shape up, will you, Jerry, huh?

Yeah, okay.

Lieutenant, I-I
don't understand.

I mean, it's not as though
Walt lived on a desert island.

He lived in a big
apartment house.

You mean to tell me
nobody in that whole building

- saw anything or heard anything?
- Mr. Reeves, that's right.

Everybody in the
adjacent buildings were out

when your brother was killed.

And we don't have
anything without your help.

How can I help?

(sighs): Well...

did your brother
know a photographer

by the name of Hal O'Brien?

I have no idea.

You don't know
any of his friends?

Very few. Walt was seven
years younger than me.

We moved in different circles.

I see.

You know, the
last time we talked,

you were kind of fuzzy
about his means of support.

No, no, I wasn't fuzzy.

I was ducking you.

You're not telling
me anything. I know.

(sighs) Lieutenant...

I didn't want my mother to
know what the kid did for a living.

(Reeves sighs heavily)

You see, she's
widowed, she's getting on.

How do you think she'd
feel if she saw a headline,

"Gambler murdered"?

I mean, it would
break her heart.

Professional gambler, eh?

That's right.

See, my father left
us this business.

Walt, he didn't
want any part of it.

He asked me to
buy him out. I did.

Is it possible that your brother

could've been
involved with the Mob?

No, I doubt it.

What would he need them for?

That kid was a winner.

♪♪

- Mr. Hollingsworth?
- Yeah?

You scum.

I beg your pardon?

Corrupting my
flesh... unpunished.

(two gunshots)

MAN: Okay, you ready,
honey? You ready, Cindy?

Now, just relax. Just hold it.

Get ready to start
spraying and smiling, okay?

All right, fine. Tell you what,

let's bring in the wind
from across the bay.

Could I have some wind, please?

All right, great, now,
start spraying and...

Okay, great, good. What's
the matter, you having trouble?

Don't worry about the
hair. Don't worry about that.

Don't worry about
that. You look great.

Okay, give me a little more.

That's beautiful. Fantastic.

Okay, nice and
close. Hold this can

a little bit closer
to your face, baby.

That's it. Oh, beautiful.

(camera shutter clicking)

(sighs) Well,
another exciting day

in the life of a
licensed investigator,

hiding out in
motel parking lots.

So why do you do it?

Greed. No, I used to
make a lot of money at this

until they changed
all those divorce laws.

Now nobody cares
who's sleeping with who.

Just, uh, no need
for backup evidence.

"Irreconcilable differences."

You boys are looking at
an endangered species here.

Do you have anything for us?

Well, you know,
every now and then

you get ahold of a wife that
just has to know, you know?

Mrs. O'Brien was like that.

- What about her?
- Well, I'd been

trailing her husband for weeks.

She was absolutely convinced
he wasn't spending all of his time

shooting pictures of babies
and flower arrangements.

- And?
- She was right.

I nailed him three times
with three different women.

Your Mrs. O'Brien, she
was filing for a divorce.

That's why she was so cold
about her husband's death.

Yeah, and three women.

Maybe we're dealing
with a jealous husband.

I don't think so.

They were all not married women.

There were two divorcees
and a widow, yeah.

Uh... here you go,
here's something else.

Mr. O'Brien's little black book.

How'd you get this?

Uh, I didn't hear that question.

Okay, I didn't ask it.

Women, women...
(chuckles) more women.

"Speedy" O'Brien.

Hey, wait a minute.

There's a few men here.

And look who he's got listed.

Walter Reeves.

All right, Mike,
these three guys

are, uh, all bookmakers,
but they're just

nickels-and-dime
stuff, nothing big at all.

Okay, so O'Brien
gambled a little.

- What about Walter Reeves?
- Well, we checked him out,

and, boy, he was a hotshot
on the old poker table.

But he's apparently clean.

- No Mob financing?
- No.

No, the guy was a loner.

But he did make
the circuit, you know,

with Vegas and the cruise
ships and Palm Springs.

But as far as we could tell,
the guy didn't need any help.

Okay, so we know
O'Brien knew Reeves.

They both gambled.

Maybe somebody got
taken over the coals.

(phone rings)

Robbins.

- Sore loser. Or maybe...
- It's for you.

Yeah?

Lieutenant Stone,
this is Sheriff Groves

in White Falls, California.

Yeah, up near the Oregon Border.

Got a telephoto of your
ballistics report on that.38.

Looks to me like
the same gun killed

one of our local businessman.

Can I have that name, Sheriff?

Mel Hollingsworth.

I'd like to fly up
in the morning

and compare notes with you.

Good, I'll see you then.

Okay... that makes three.

Another killing?

Yeah, same gun.

Whoever's handling it

is having himself a field day.

(door opens)

CINDY: Hi, Daddy.

LAWSON: Hi, honey.

CINDY: Did you have a nice day?

LAWSON: Oh, The usual.

The yard gets noisier every day.

It's nice to get home.

CINDY: Well, dinner
will be ready soon.

Why don't you watch the
news for a few minutes?

LAWSON: Not until I get
a kiss from my favorite girl.

STONE: Shot three times in
the chest, fired at close range.

Well, it sure was a shock.

Mel Hollingsworth
ran that appliance store

for almost 20 years.

One of the nicest fellows
you'd want to meet.

Did you ever spend
much time with him?

Oh yeah, sure did.

Did he gamble?

Well, if you want
to call it gambling.

He was a Monday
night regular with me

and some of the others in town.

You know, no big
thing. Quarter limit.

You know, you'd be surprised
how sometimes a quiet fellow

can be a closet plunger.

You mean, for the big game?

- That's right.
- Not in this town.

I didn't mean this town.

No, Ernie. Jim asked me, too,

and I don't even know if
I'm gonna go to the prom.

Well, why don't we talk
about it at school, okay?

I'm fixing breakfast for my dad.

Okay. Bye.

Don't you want any breakfast?

Who was on the phone?

Just a kid from school.

At this hour? Can't he wait?

He's a little bit pushy.

Cindy, you ever think about
what's happening out there?

Decay.

I don't mean what's
happening to the neighborhoods.

I mean moral decay.

It's like a whirlpool,
sucking us all under.

Corrupting
everything, everybody.

I've been thinking
about that new job offer

from Evans Shipyard
in the North Bay area.

We've got to get
out of the city.

I like the city.

We can buy a house.
Maybe in Mallory.

That's only five
miles from the yard.

Just imagine that
clean air, lots of trees.

Nobody even locks
their door at night.

Daddy...

I know that you've
got to finish school,

but we'll work that out.

It's not just my school.

All my friends are here,

and my career's
finally getting started.

Oh, Ernie-whoever-he-is

and Jim Foster
in his tight pants?

You won't miss
them, you know that.

And that so-called
career of yours.

You've earned what, maybe
three hundred dollars in two years?

What kind of career is that?

Hey, well, it's just
getting started.

Cindy, I'm serious.

Think about it.

Look, I'm gonna be late
for school. I'll see you later.

I've asked you
not to wear these.

I like 'em.

♪♪

I can't believe you said "was."

Any minute I expect
the phone to ring,

and hear Mel's voice
saying he'll be home soon.

He closed the store
every night at 6:00,

be home by 6:30.

Well, did he ever leave town?
Go away on a business trip?

Once a year.

To the appliance
dealers convention.

He was there last week.
Thursday and Friday.

Well, you didn't tell me that.

Where was the convention held?

Does it really matter?

Was it San Francisco?

Yes. This year it was
at the Larchmont Hotel.

Here you are inspector,
Mr. Hollingsworth's bill.

Great.

Well, what do you know?

- Thank you very much.
- Yes, sir.

FOSTER: Can I come in?

No, Jim. I haven't got time.

Hey, what do I have
to do to see you?

Do I have to buy a camera
and make an appointment?

See you later.

Hey, thanks for the ride.

STONE: Cindy Lawson?

CINDY: Yeah?

San Francisco Police.

Police?

Could we ask you
a few questions?

Sure.

I hope I haven't
done anything major.

We hope not.

We got your name from
the Flash answering service.

They said you did some modeling.

That's right. Part time.

I don't graduate from
high school till June.

Now what kind of
modeling do you do?

Oh, mainly commercial stuff.

Trade conventions,
display ads...

yesterday it was
for an insect spray.

Did you ever pose

for a photographer
named Hal O'Brien?

Mr. O'Brien?

Yeah, I think it was
for a supermarket ad.

What about Mel Hollingsworth?

Oh, sure, I modeled
for him last week

in his display booth
at the appliance show.

At the Larchmont Hotel?

That's right.

Why?

Do you work through
a model agency?

Yeah, Frazier's.

Could you tell me
what this is all about?

Did you ever work
for a Walter Reeves?

No, the name doesn't
sound familiar. Why?

Well...

all three of these men
have been murdered.

Murdered?

And we thought since
you worked for two of them,

you might be able to help us.

How?

I only worked for 'em. I
don't know any of 'em.

Did they ever tell you anything
about their personal lives?

No.

Did anything out of the ordinary
occur while you were with them?

Hey look, I'm really sorry
about what happened,

but I don't know
anything about them.

Well, If anything comes to mind.

Please give us a call.

Nothing's gonna come to mind.

They hardly spoke to me.

Hey, listen, um,

don't mention any
of this to my father.

He's a real worrier.

You know how parents are.

Yes, I know.

ROBBINS: You know it
could be a coincidence,

her working for both
O'Brien and Hollingsworth.

Well, let's dig anyway.

You check the model agency,

and I'll check with the school.

Hi, Cindy Lawson, any messages?

Harry Delman.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Wait a minute, um,
could you call him for me

and tell him that I'll be there?

Okay, thanks.

ROBBINS: There's
work assignments here

for O'Brien and
Mr. Hollingsworth,

but I don't see anything
from a Mr. Reeves.

Well, then she
never worked for him.

Are you sure the
file is complete?

Absolutely. The name
means nothing to me either.

(sighs)

Okay, thanks, Miss Frazier.

Uh, Ms.Frazier.

MS. FRAZIER: Oh, Inspector,

Have you ever thought
of moonlighting?

As a model.

No, thank you.

I was hoping you had
something else in mind.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm
sort of married.

That's too bad.

Yeah, too bad.

- Bye.
- Bye.

(phone rings)

Uh, this is the Webster
Advertising Agency.

I'm trying to reach
Miss Cindy Lawson.

This is her answering
service, isn't it?

Yeah, I know. I understand,
but I have to reach her.

I have a modeling
job for her tomorrow.

Oh, uh, where?

Harry Delman.

Yeah, I've got it.

Thank you.

MISS ARDMORE: I can't imagine
Cindy Lawson in any trouble.

STONE: Oh, no trouble.
Just a routine investigation.

She's such a bright young thing.

Has a "B" average.

It could be higher but she's
cut a few times too often.

Yes, I noticed that in her file.

Well, it has to do with
her modeling career.

Children nowadays are so anxious

to earn something extra.

I suppose most families are
feeling the tight money squeeze.

You know she does get
credit for her modeling?

It's called the work experience.

STONE: Have you ever had
any disciplinary problems with her?

MISS ARDMORE: Oh my,
no. I tell you, Lieutenant,

I wish there were more
Cindys here at Peterson High.

She's my idea of a
really sweet young lady.

Hello, Harry. It's
your happy call girl.

Cindy, don't talk that way.

I'm sorry.

We still friends?

- That's better... friends.
- (chuckles)

Look, all of my
clients are respectable

and they value their privacy.

Look, I already gave you this
one... Cindy Lawson's address...

And I'm not supposed to do that.

Well, we can always get a
court order if that's what you...

Lieutenant,

oh, look, I-I honestly don't
know who she talked to.

All I do around here
is relay messages.

Aside from taking messages,

do you ever make
calls for your clients?

Yes, certainly,
if they ask us to.

And charge it to their bills?

Yes.

May we see a copy
of Cindy Lawson's bill?

I suppose so.

Where did you learn about that?

Little trick of the trade.

Since when do we have tricks?

I, uh, used to have a buddy
that was an insurance salesman.

Spent a lot of time on the road

and couldn't always get to a
phone when a client was in.

(Stone chuckles)

Here you are.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Say, uh, have you any
idea whose number that is?

555-2300.

Yes, that's the Hastings Hotel.

Thank you very much.

Uh, just a minute,
Lieutenant, what about my bill?

Oh, I'll send it
right back to you.

You look like a tomcat
who found spilt milk.

I didn't find it, you did.

Take a look at the third name
from the top... Walter Reeves.

The model agency said
they never heard of him.

She heard of him
and she lied to us.

Come on.

Good morning.

Morning.

Hey, what did I
do to deserve this?

Well, once in a while I
like to do for my favorite girl.

Mmm.

Hey, hey, come on, honey.

I love you.

Okay, what's the real
reason for breakfast in bed?

I'm sorry I lost my temper,

but you were out so
late, I was worried.

Apology accepted.

I would have explained
to you last night,

except you came
on kind of strong.

I was with Jim and Debbie.

We were playing records
and we just lost track of time.

Cindy, about that new
job offer, you know...

Uh, Dad, I really don't want
to talk about that right now.

It's really a good deal, and
as for your finishing up school,

I think I can
manage a car for you.

Uh, um, excuse me, Daddy,
I'm gonna go brush my teeth.

Cindy... put this on.

Prude.

Well, it's just not proper,

running around the
house half-naked.

Tell me, Daddy, did Mommy
always have to dress up to the neck

whenever you were around?

Cindy, about that job, you know,

the pay's the same,
but the setup's better.

I'd have less traveling.

I'd be able to spend
more time at home.

Hey, Daddy, I just turned 18.

I'm an adult,

and I don't want to live
in any dumb small town.

If, if you want to take the job
and move out, go right ahead.

You're going with me.

I guess you can make
me move with you...

but I'd move out,
back to San Francisco,

and you won't be able
to do anything about it.

Now, uh, the car...
That's a pretty neat bribe,

but I'm not interested.

If, if you want us
to live together,

it's going to have to be here
because I like my life here.

Say, can you tell me
where I can find Lawson?

That guy in the
truck? Okay, thanks.

Mr. Lawson.

Yeah.

Police.

Well, what can I do
for you, Lieutenant?

Well, Mr. Lawson, we're
looking for your daughter.

Can you tell me
where I can find her?

Cindy?

Well, she's at school.

No, she's not and
she's not at home either.

Oh... oh, I suppose she
got another modeling job.

I asked her not to cut
class, but you know how it is.

What's the problem?

Did she tell you that I
spoke to her yesterday?

No.

Well, Cindy can't
be in any trouble.

She's a fine girl.

Yeah, her counselor at
school shares your opinion.

However, we're
investigating three homicides,

and as far as we know,

your daughter has had
contact with all three victims.

Are you sure you've
got the right girl?

(sighs)

There it is... Cindy Lawson.

I don't understand.

What possible connection?

She modeled for
two of the victims.

You said there were three.

That's right,

the third one's name was
Reeves, Walter Reeves,

and your daughter
denies knowing him.

If she denied it, she
doesn't know him.

Mr. Lawson, we know
that she knew him.

Well, what do you want of me?

I'd like you to talk to her.

Maybe she'll open up to
you more than she did to us.

I'll do my best.

I don't like to interfere
in my daughter's life,

especially the career part.

You know, kids nowadays
want more freedom

than we had as youngsters.

Sometimes being a
father can be very trying.

Oh, do I know that.

(chuckles)

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Ted, I'm going home.

I think I'm coming
down with a cold.

Yeah, the work orders
are all up to date.

Right, thanks.

Hey, uh, excuse me, have
you ever seen this girl?

BELL CAPTAIN:
Sure, I've seen her.

I know her.

They get younger and
younger all the time.

Come again?

A call girl?

That's what the bell
captain at the Hastings said.

I didn't believe it either,

so I checked the Larchmont
and a couple of other hotels,

confirmed they all know her.

(sighs)

Bring her in.

Sit down, Cindy.

I guess he gave you
the story about me.

You shocked?

No, I've been a cop
too long to be shocked.

Surprised sometimes, but...

But you'd still like to know

what a nice girl like me is
doing in a racket like this.

Did cross my mind.

You know, there really
is a generation gap.

You don't understand that
sex isn't such a big deal.

One morning I woke up,

the guy was gone, there was
a hundred dollars on my pillow.

So easy.

I guess I'm not here
to talk about my sex life.

I think we are.

You lied to us
about Walter Reeves.

Okay.

I met him through Mr. O'Brien.

I didn't want to tell
you about it because...

Because you were afraid
we would figure you out?

Yeah.

There was a big poker game
at Mr. Reeves' apartment.

I've never seen so much
money in one place before.

There, there were
$1,000 bills on the table.

Go on.

There was a fight.

There was a lot of screaming
and yelling going on.

Um, this guy said that
Mr. Reeves was cheating

and that him and Mr. O'Brien
were in on it together.

Who was he?

I don't know.

Somebody said
he was from Dallas.

He was drinking, too.

After a while a couple
guys grabbed him

and they threw him out.

Mr. Reeves must have
played with him before

'cause he said he was
always a sore loser.

And you were a
shill for Mr. Reeves?

What's that?

You shock me.

And you call yourself
a woman of the world.

Are you through with me?

No, we're not through with you.

(sighs)

I want you to give me the
exact description of that Texan

and everybody else who
was at that poker game.

Yes, yes, information.

Harry Delman Enterprises.

Uh-huh, and, uh,
what's the address?

Thank you.

♪♪

Cindy.

You know, one of these
days you might get busted...

Not by me, but sooner or later

one of the guys
in the vice squad

is bound to catch up with you.

You ever seen the
inside of a prison?

You wouldn't like it.

Not to mention the fact that
you just might get yourself

into something
you can't get out of.

Think about that, huh?

You know, you're a
pretty nice guy... for a cop.

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

♪♪

Delman, Harry Delman?

♪♪

(siren blaring)

Dan? Now, Dan, can you hear me?

He's out, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant?

- No, he's all right.
- He's...

Cover him up. Cover him up.

- Come on, hurry it up!
- Let's go.

Make it fast!

Who saw anything?
Did you see anything?

No. One of the tenants said
he saw a guy walking out,

but he doesn't remember
what he looked like.

- You keep on it!
- MAN: I will.

(Stone clears his throat)

(siren blaring)

(door opening)

I'm taking that job.

Pack your things.

You go without me.

Look, I'm not asking you
anymore. I'm telling you.

Throw those damn beads away!

They were Mother's!

Those beads were the
only thing she left me.

Just pack.

I'm taking you somewhere

where I don't have to worry
about protecting you anymore.

Like you protected Mother?

What are you talking about?

Hey, look, Daddy,
no more lies, okay?

You think I don't remember?

She ran away with another man.

You drove her out of the house.

That's not true. I loved her.

What did you do?

Did you listen to every
phone call she made?

Did you spy on
her like you do me?

Oh, God, how she
must have hated you,

to run away with someone else.

To run away from me.

That was so long ago. I
thought you'd forgotten.

I knew you wanted me to.

I tried... because I love you.

But I loved her, too.

(crying)

Cindy, you were too
young to understand.

Would you leave me alone?!

You were seven then.

At school the day I
came home, and...

she was in the bedroom.

With another man, and I was
ready to forgive her, even then.

She was like you...
Vulnerable, easy

to take advantage of.

(sniffles)

It was his fault.

I would never have hurt her.

Ever.

And I tried to tell her that.

And she wouldn't listen.

She just ran.

With him?

No.

What did he do?

What happened to that man?

He was evil, a corrupter.

Men like that have
to be... punished.

Oh, my God.

You killed him?

And you killed all
those others, too?

Oh, my God!

Cindy?

(door closes)

Cindy!

All right, thank you very much.

I'll just be a minute.

(Robbins laughs)

Aren't you playing
this up pretty big?

Of course. (chuckles)

I still don't know how I
could pass out like that.

It's just a little
shoulder wound.

Shock.

Must have been.

Mike, this guy came at
me from out of nowhere.

Did you get a good look at him?

(sighs) No.

He was still in the car. He...

He looked like a
big man with, uh...

receding blond hair.

Receding blond hair.

Big.

Vic Lawson?

Cindy's father?

Mike?

He must have thought
I was someone else.

He called me
Delman. Harry Delman.

Mike, that name's
on Cindy's list.

Harry?!

Cindy?

What are you doing here?

Is anyone else here?

No, everybody's gone.

Is it wise, your coming here?

I got to talk to you.

Cindy, is something wrong?

(sirens blaring)

(tires squealing)

MAN: Nothing.

Are you saying I could be next?

I don't know. It's possible.

Do you know who the killer is?

I don't know.

That's why you got
to get out of town.

(phone ringing)

Hey, look, don't answer it.

He may be trying to
find out if you're here.

So he can come after you.

You said, "he."

You do know who it is.

All right, you two stay here.

I'll take the other
unit with me.

And be careful. He's dangerous!

You didn't call the police?!

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?!

Hey, look, don't ask me to
explain to you. I just can't!

Well, I can.

How the hell do I ask
for police protection

because I've been
seeing a teenage hooker?

(gunshot)

Daddy, no! (gasps)

(siren blaring)

(gunshot)

(footsteps)

Delman.

Harry Delman.

No, no. No, no, please! No!

All right, drop it!

(gunshot)

All right, take him.

Get that gun.

Daddy?

Why?

'Cause you're my little girl.

(Cindy cries)

Call an ambulance.

CINDY: Oh.

(Cindy sighs)

CINDY: He looked
awful, didn't he?

How long do you think
he'll be under observation?

Oh, that's up to the doctors.

You do know that he
might have to stand trial,

and it doesn't look good.

You know, it's funny.

I still love him, even
after everything he did.

Everything he did?

Cindy, you've got to take
some responsibility, too.

Your father blamed them

when you were just as
much at fault as they were.

Do you have any
relatives in town?

Anywhere where
you can go and stay?

Yeah, I've got an aunt
that lives across town.

She asked me to
come and live with her.

I will. I want to
graduate with my class.

And that way, you can
keep up your modeling.

That's right. That, too.

You know, I know I
shouldn't do this, but, um...

do you mind if I offer you
a little bit of fatherly advice?

Cindy... I think
you're a bright girl,

I think you're very attractive,

and I also think you have
a great future as a model.

If only you... Yeah?

Now you know
what I'm trying to say.

Why don't you give
up that kind of life?

Why?