All language subtitles for the_streets_of_san_francisco_s05e11_one_last_trick

The Streets of San Francisco, a Quinn
Martin production.

Starring Carl Malden.

Also starring Richard Hatch.

With

guest stars

Lee Purcell, Michael Bell, Peter

Brown,

Sherry Jackson.

Richard Lenz.

Tonight's episode, One Last Trick.

The guy who witnessed the explosion said
he found this near the body.

Officer Rain Walters. Same thing on his
car registration.

This was found in the glove compartment.
It was taking pictures of something.

Where's the witness?

Right over there. All right, check with
personnel. Get his background, his

address, the works.

Right.

Mr. Stewart?

Yes, sir.

I saw the whole thing. I was docking my
boat over there when I heard the

explosion. And what exactly did you see?

Mostly smoke and debris.

And the body.

Boy, they certainly must have wanted him
dead, didn't they?

What do you mean, they?

I mean, uh, whoever killed him. Maybe it
was the other man I told you about.

What other man?

Oh, in a fancy suit.

That's how I noticed him. Looked out of
place around here.

He was standing right over there as I
was pulling in.

Can you describe him?

I don't think so. You see, my eyes
aren't as good as they used to be.

Mine aren't either.

Mr. Stewart, I'd appreciate it if you go
with this officer.

Maybe he can refresh your memory.

Take these to the lab.

I want photocopies on my desk in an
hour.

Thanks a lot. Yes, sir.

What did you get?

10 -4.

Walter's single.

Parents deceased, been on the force just
two years, Tropic Division.

Personnel wasn't sure about his current
address.

What do you mean?

He just moved a couple of weeks ago.

Temporary address, 1212 California.

Here's some keys.

Pretty nice place.

And pretty expensive.

Who the hell are you and what are you
doing in my apartment?

Well, I'm Lieutenant Stone and this is
Inspector Robinson.

You got a search warrant?

We thought this was Officer Lane
Walters' apartment.

He stays here.

He's not home right now.

I'll tell him you called.

Who are you?

I'm his roommate, Joy Adams.

If you have any more questions, you'll
have to ask Lane.

I'm afraid we can't do that.

You see, Officer Walters is dead.

He died about an hour ago at the marina.

A bomb explosion.

Maybe you can tell us what he was doing
there.

What?

What was Officer Walters doing there?

I don't know.

The records show his family's dead. Did
he have any close friends?

Just me.

Did he have any enemies?

I don't know.

Is there anyone who wanted to kill him?

I'm sorry, I don't know anything about
it.

Lane was a big boy.

He had sins enough to come in out of the
rain.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Miss Adams.

You can put the keys on the table on
your way out.

Would you be kind enough to tell me how
much this apartment costs?

A thousand dollars a month.

We share at expenses, okay?

Hello? Hello, Joy?

You busy, honey?

Never too busy to talk to you, Nick.

That's my girl.

Listen, I'd like you to drop by the club
this afternoon.

Is it a party?

No, no, no, not today. I'm just going
over a few of our accounts. I'd like to

get a few things straight.

Okay?

Well, sure, Nick, but I'm kind of right
in the middle of something, and I'd kind

of like to finish it. It might take a
couple of hours.

Well, drop it.

I can't wait that long.

Okay, Nick.

Sure.

Whatever you say.

Bye.

She knows.

I don't know how she knows, but she
knows.

I can hear it in her voice.

Arthur.

Take care of her for me, will you?

Where does a patrolman get $1 ,000 a
month for rent, even sharing expenses?

Not from his paycheck.

You were taking a payoff and asked for
too much. They might have gotten rid of

him.

What do you say we take a closer look at
his record?

Hello. Stem under flower shop.

Carol, this is Joy.

Oh, hi. What's up?

I'm scared, really scared.

Can't make the rent this month?

Lane's dead.

Murdered.

They killed him because he was trying to
get me out of this business.

Honey, I'm sorry.

Carol, it's not like it used to be. It's
different now. He can't just walk out.

You've got to.

It's not just Malone anymore. He's
working for somebody else now, somebody

Lane was trying to gather evidence on
them.

He wanted to bust the operation, and
they killed him.

Now they're going to kill me.

Joy, where are you right now?

At my apartment.

I've got to go somewhere this afternoon,
but you know where I keep the key to my

place. Under the mat?

Right. Now hang up the phone, walk
outside, and grab a taxi, and go

my place.

Don't pack, and don't waste any time.
Just go straight there.

Go now.

Thanks for that information, Mila.

Yeah, it helps a lot.

Thanks.

Mike, he's got these from the photo lab.
They're from Walter's car.

Well, I just talked to his watch
commander.

He wasn't on any special assignment.
Whatever he was doing, he was doing on

own.

Yeah, looks like a party, all right.

A party.

Why was he taking pictures of a party?

There's no reason to kill a man.

Pretty girl.

A lot of pretty girls.

What do you call them?

Records.

Hello, Joy.

Nick thought you might need a ride.

Come on, let's go.

joy adams alias september dawn alias
jackie allen the lady is a hooker

arrested for prostitution march 18th
1972 october 23rd 1972

january 4th last arrest was june 25th
1975 and the name of the arresting

was lane walthers you know i think we
better ask that roommate if there's a

more questions come on come on let's go
stevie

All right, Mr.

Jacobson. I just wanted you to know that
she'll be staying with me for a couple

of days.

Yes, she does have a key. Thanks.

Anyone I know?

I hope not.

I'm almost ready.

Where are we going? And what's the big
surprise?

To dinner first.

Wine and lasagna, okay?

Yeah, sounds great.

And I found an apartment.

It's over near Pacific Heights.

It's a little small, but it's got a
great view.

And we can move in right away.

How about tonight, handsome?

It's okay by me.

You're beautiful, you know that?

Hey, why don't we just get married today
instead of waiting for two weeks?

Because I've already paid for the church
and the reception room and the hooch,

and I can't stand waste.

You've been a caterer too long.

I've been a bachelor too long.

Come on, let's go.

Sam, could you deliver those flowers for
me, and I'll see you in the morning.

So staying with you.

I'll cast away who needs a friendly boy,
okay?

Storm at sea?

For some, there's always a storm at sea.

Lieutenant Stone, I'm Jarvis.

Jarvis, what have you got? A couple of
kids. Spotted her floating near the

piling. She fits that general
description that you put out. How long

About 30 minutes.

They saw a gray monarch drive down to
the water, stop for about five minutes,

and drive off.

Did you see the driver?

No, but we got a partial on the plate.
The 75 -76 gray monarch.

The license began with the numbers 2 and
4.

She the one?

That's Joy Adams.

Come on, ladies.

Mr. Hassel, that's all it is.

I didn't take no money.

And if I did, how come you ain't busting
the gentleman?

Ginger, I'm surprised at you. You know
that cop was no gentleman. Now get

inside. Come on.

Listen, old girls, hurry it up.

If you hurry up, we'll get you down to
the station in time for you to have a

lunch.

Inspector Brady.

Hello, Lieutenant.

How are you? Fine.

Haven't seen you in a couple of years.
Not since the Connolly case.

I don't know. Maybe you don't recognize
me. I was wearing a dress then. It was a

vice bust.

Those are pictures?

Yeah. I thought maybe you could
recognize some of these people.

Let's take a look.

No.

No.

No.

Could be hookers. Could be anybody.

Joe, you loaded?

Take them downtown.

Say, uh, did you ever know a girl named
Joy Adams?

Yes, yes, I did, but only from a
distance. She was a call girl, high

freelance for a while, got busted a few
times, finally got wise and got herself

a manager.

He took care of business, she took care
of the customers.

Who was her manager?

I don't know, but you're not going to
find him out here on the street,

Lieutenant. She was strictly credit card
merchandise.

Credit card? That's right, that's the
newest wrinkle. All the big -time

operators are now business types.

High -class hotels, limousine service,
million dollars a year in taxable income

if they want to declare it.

That sounds almost legal. And almost
impossible to bust.

To give you an example, let's say you're
having a big sales meeting, right?

A lot of sellers and buyers in from out
of town, so to loosen things up, throw a

big party, invite a few girls.

Write it off as entertainment, put it
all on the expense account.

When it's over, the hotel sends a bill,
the caterer sends a bill, and the guy

who supplied the girls sends a bill.

So where's the crime?

Crime, murder.

Lieutenant, do you think Walters was
trying to muscle in? I don't know.

But a million dollar a year business
sounds like it might be a good cause for

killing.

Hello.

It's Tim on the flower shop.

Oh, uh, I'm calling Carol Robson.

Speaking. Ms. Robson, this is Inspector
Robbins of the San Francisco Police

Department, and I'm calling about Joy
Adams.

What about her?

Well, she's been killed, Ms. Robson, and
I was wondering... No.

Miss Repson?

I'm still here.

We got your number from her telephone
book, and we thought maybe you could...

have to talk to you.

When can I see you?

Right now. Where?

I can't meet you here.

I'll meet you in 15 minutes at the
Cranford Building Cafeteria. Cranford

Building Cafeteria. Right. We'll be
right there.

Why would anybody want to kill her?

Because she wanted out of the business.

Lane was in love with her. He was trying
to spring her loose.

Maybe he got too close to something or
someone.

Did she give you any names?

No.

Only I know that she worked for a guy
named Malone.

Nick Malone.

Was he your pimp?

He made all the arrangements.

He collected the money and he bailed her
out when she got busted.

You and your labels.

Did you think Malone killed her?

Nick wasn't much of a man, but he
couldn't kill anybody.

She said that he was working for
somebody else now.

Somebody big.

You mean big business?

Yeah.

Who else could afford to waste a girl
worth $50 ,000 a year?

They'd probably just write it off as a
casualty lawsuit.

How well did you know Joy?

We used to work together.

For Malone?

Do you mean was I a hooker, too?

Well, I don't think he would have
phrased it exactly that way, but I think

that's what he means.

Yes.

I'm sorry, Miss Revson, but it's
important that we find... Why should you

sorry? I'm not.

Look, can you identify any of these
people?

No. There were only faces.

No wonder she wanted out.

Damn, I should have... I should have
stayed home. I should have gone to get

I should have done something.

We'll do something.

Where can we find Malone?

At a bar called Martino's over on
Broadway.

Is that where he hangs out?

He owns it.

Thanks for your help.

Nick Malone, just point.

What the hell do you think you are?

Lieutenant Stone.

Homicide. Just keep your seat.

And what's your name?

You got a warrant.

I only asked for your name.

I don't tell you nothing unless you got
a warrant.

Okay, then I guess you go.

Well, then I guess my name's Agnes
Jefferson.

You guess?

Pretty, huh?

I picked it out myself.

Bye, handsome.

You guys gonna tell me what this is all
about?

Joy Adams.

Who?

Joy Adams.

Never heard of her.

We could go down to the morgue and let
you take a look at her body.

That might refresh your memory.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, pretty brunette. I remember now.

Used to come in here a lot. Not too much
lately, though.

Morgue, huh?

That's a shame. What happened?

Where were you yesterday between 2 and
5?

Right here. I never left the place. Can
ask the bartender.

You're reading my mind.

The police have any clues?

Only Malone.

Come on, I got some coffee.

Carol, I'm really sorry, you know, but
maybe you ought to leave it alone.

What's past is past.

Dave, she was my best friend.

And she's dead.

There's nothing you can do for her.

They didn't have to kill her.

It's okay, babe.

It's okay.

No, it's rotten, and I'm rotten for not
doing anything to stop it. Hey, come on.

Come on. You're not responsible for what
happened.

I am. I'm the one who got Nick to take
her on.

Don't you understand?

No, I don't.

Look, I don't know these people, and I
don't care about them.

They're not a part of us. They're part
of me.

And you won't let me forget it, will
you?

Carol?

Okay.

Sarah White, his ex -wife, dropped out,
and his partner moved to Vegas.

Who else can tell us about Malone?

I don't know anybody else.

What about B .D. Fletcher, tax
consultant?

Don't know him. Well, Joey did. That was
in her purse.

There's a date written on the back and
the word urgent.

Sorry, I don't know him.

Not making much progress, are we? Not
much.

Malone's got a brick wall all around
him.

What if you had somebody who could get
through that brick wall?

Somebody who could get to Malone?

Do you know somebody?

Me.

I got out, I can get back in.

Just long enough to find out what you
need to know.

Tell me, why are you so interested?

I told you, she was a very good friend
of mine.

And maybe I'd like to see Malone
smashed, okay?

Now, you didn't answer my question.

The answer is no.

But I can reach Malone. He'll trust me.

Too dangerous.

You can't stop me, Lieutenant.

I don't have to have your permission.

I don't want you to interfere in this.

The answer is no.

Uh, Mr. Robson, uh...

Listen to him. You could get hurt.

I've been hurt before.

You might even get killed.

Inspector, I can take care of myself.

You just answer your telephone when I
call.

Young lady, if you interfere in this
investigation, I will book you.

Do you understand?

You will be booked.

Now, I hope that's plain enough.

Okay, let's find out what Fletcher has
to tell us.

Sure, I knew she wasn't selling
cosmetics.

Look, I used to be a customer, but that
was way before I got married.

You just had her taxes, huh? She didn't
tell you who her employers were.

Lieutenant, all I did was check out her
math.

Joy Adams couldn't add eight and three.
You know what I mean?

September 18th. What did she want that
was so urgent?

A favorite.

I used to be with the IRS.

She wanted me to find out anything I
could about a guy called Carl Halsey.

Spell it.

H -A -L -S -E -Y.

He's got offices over on Sutter.

Film distribution.

But I've already checked him out.

He's clean.

Thanks for your help. Any time.

Another dead end?

Maybe not.

It's too late now. We'll check him out
in the morning.

I'll have to check her out.

You don't have 20.

Give me 10. I'll take 10.

I like your face.

Give me your money now.

She wants to get busted. That one, let's
go.

That's right.

Revson. Carol Revson.

You make sure it's all there, honey.

I had over 50 bucks.

Excuse me.

Just what do you think you're doing
here? Will you get away from me? You are

cramping my ass. I asked you a question.

You didn't read me my rights.

Revson, I got you a bunch of bills
waiting outside for you.

Malone. Yeah.

I don't have time for you now, honey.

But you come back when your girlfriend's
asleep.

What did you book her for?

Working the street.

She never worked the street a day in her
life.

Yeah, I know. That's why I called you.
She told me you might be interested.

I'll take you home so you can get out of
those rags.

Get rid of that gump.

Look at you. What have you done to
yourself?

I wanted back in the business. All you
had to do was call me.

Because you said a lot of mean things to
me. Well, I have to stay up.

Hey, you're one of my top girls, Cookie.

You wanted to walk out.

If you want back in, just tell me. Just
say the word.

I'm saying the word, Nick.

Stupid. She's... She's...

Obstinate. That's not the word I'm
looking for.

Brave. Come on, Mike. You don't agree
with what she's doing. No, I don't agree

with what she's doing.

But we can't stop her.

So maybe we can use her.

What's troubling you?

We have police women for undercover
work. Why use her?

Because she's streetwise. And she knows
Malone. Sit down.

Mr. Daniel Robbins, she has you pegged
as a square.

Now, why don't you leave it that way?

Let me take care of her, you handle
Halsey, and check out R &I while you're

it.

Homicide stone.

They just brought it in?

You got it down there?

I'm coming right down.

They just towed in the Monarch.

Now, I'll check that out, and you make
the phone calls, huh?

This is a

beeper. You know, like doctors carry?

You call the paging service at that
number. You're 203.

Give them that number, they'll give you
the message.

Hey, whose idea was this?

Another thing I forgot to mention. No
questions.

You do what you're told when you're
told.

All right?

Okay. Nick.

Thanks for taking me back.

Oh, I knew you'd be back sooner or
later.

Better sooner than later.

These are perishable goods, Cookie.

You gotta be young and fresh, or people
don't buy.

It's fries.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm just kind of jumpy today.

For you.

Thank you.

What are they?

Weeds.

Weeds? Yeah.

I asked myself, what do you give to a
girl to apologize? She's got more

than she knows what to do with.

The answer was weeds.

I picked them myself.

Oh, they are beautiful.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

So am I.

Let's go out to lunch and make up.

Two o 'clock, okay?

Today.

What's that?

That's a beeper.

I know what it is.

What's it for?

I have to make a phone call.

203. All right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I can't make lunch today.

I have to go somewhere.

Must be a hell of a work order.

I'll explain later.

You mind explaining now?

You know, I called you last night.

Five times.

It was four in the morning when I
stopped.

Where were you?

Please don't ask me any more questions.

Just trust me.

I'll see you tonight and I'll explain
everything.

You're back with Malone, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Yes, but just to get evidence.

You care more about them than you do us,
don't you?

No, that's not true.

Dave.

I've got to go back to work.

Don't bother coming over tonight.

I figure you'll be busy. You ever ask
yourself how far you'll go for revenge?

I just didn't. I don't like the answer.

I mean, how do you fake turning a trick?

Say when she'll be back?

No, no message. I'll call back.

Thank you.

Anything on Halsey?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

No past criminal activity, at least not
in this state.

The feds had him once for tax evasion in
New Jersey.

Case dismissed and closed.

Well, I just opened one.

The fingerprints on that monarch belong
to a Parker, Arthur Parker.

Two years in queue for assault with a
deadly weapon.

Released just a year ago.

No recent address.

I'm going to put out an APB.

Listen.

Why don't you take this picture to Miss
Revson and see if she can identify it? I

already called. She's not home.

What did you do that for?

I wanted to ask her about Halsey.

Okay, I was worried about him.

Daniel, if you're so worried about her,
why don't you go to the shop and wait

for her?

I'll do that.

Wait a minute.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Oh, yeah.

You're Carol Rebson.

That's right. How did you know?

Nick told me.

Nick tells me everything, Miss Rebson.

Well, you can call me Carol.

And you can call me Mr. Halsey.

Turn around.

You do very nicely.

Thank you.

Nick tells me you worked for him for
about two years.

Yes, that's right.

Why did you quit?

I needed a vacation.

What was that for?

To teach you.

We have new rules.

Number one, you work for me now just
like Nick, and nobody quits without my

-so. Rule number two, you never take
money from a customer.

I'll handle it.

You'll be paid.

What if he wants to give me a little
extra?

You refuse.

I'm not going to turn down free money.

I'm not going to warn you again.

I'm not Malone. Don't ever disobey me.

All right, there'll be a party soon.

You're invited.

When?

You'll be informed.

Good day, Carol.

You're sure Johnny on the spot, aren't
you?

Are you always so charming?

Plus it to you.

Come on, let's take a walk.

I found out who Malone works for.

His name is Halsey, Carl Halsey. How do
you know? Because I just met him.

And I'm going to set him up so you can
bust him.

For what?

Prostitution. What else?

Look, Miss Revson, I'm not a vice
officer. I'm in homicide.

And if Halsey's responsible for Joey's
death, I want to nail him for murder,

prostitution. Now, is that perfectly
clear?

So what are you getting so angry about?

You, you're going to screw everything
up.

Oh, there you go again.

Better watch that language, huh?

Goodbye.

Look, don't you think it's time we start
working together?

I want to nail Halsey just as much as
you do.

I don't have much choice, do I?

So, what kind of evidence do you need?

We need a link between this guy and
Halsey. Have you seen him?

Who is he? His name is Parker.

Probably hired muscle. We think he
killed Joy.

At least he was in the same car with
her. If you see him, let us know, okay?

Okay.

What else?

Just be careful, okay?

You already told me that.

There's going to be a party soon.

Maybe one of the girls there will know.

When?

Stay loose, Inspector.

Look for one who knows you.

Oh, and meanwhile, do you think you
could sort of stay clear of my place?

You might be mistaken for a pimp, you
know, and give my shop a bad name.

She's got more guts than brains and
she's vulnerable.

You really think so? Yes, I do. And if
we're going to use her, we ought to give

her some backup. All right.

Beginning tonight, you're going to cover
her like a wet blanket.

Why me?

Because she's vulnerable.

She trusts you.

Listen, you better turn right on the
next corner.

Just in case you don't know, Halsey's
office is at the end of the block.

203. You wait for the bus, honey.

Does it stop here? It's on the way. He's
picking up the other girls first.

Okay. I'm Agnes. This is Sheila.

Meryl. Hi.

Hi.

How old are you, Sheila?

Old enough.

I've been around.

Where? Junior high school?

It's no fun to be young.

They're all young ones.

Lots of energy and no technique.

Um, I think I've got a bug.

You nervous, honey?

A little.

If any of those guys give you a rough
time, you just come to me, okay?

Okay.

Just between you and me, Sheila, how old
are you?

Seventeen.

All right, girls, let's go.

The guard upstairs says Halsey leaves
his car here regularly.

Have you seen him today?

No, just his driver. This is his car,
though. It ain't ready.

I told Mr. Parker he could either wait
or go rent another one.

Parker, first name Arthur?

Shh, I don't know, but I can tell you a
lot about this car.

It's a bummer. When I couldn't get it
ready, he left.

Is that his picture?

Yeah, that's him.

You know where he went?

Sure. I sent him over to the elite
limousine service.

When was that?

About an hour ago. Thank you very much.

Yeah.

In the last quarter, we took a 5 % dip.

Now, with the present economic forecast
that we're getting, I expect to see an

overall rise in gross sales for the
year.

If I don't, we're all in trouble.

Okay,

that's the report.

Any questions?

Okay, gentlemen, thank you very much.

It's been a long day, but the rewards
are generous.

Barzill.

Is

our

entertainment on the way?

Should be just arriving. They're on
schedule.

Look, Ms. Revson, we can't just bust in
on a private party.

The law is not concerned with what
consenting adults do in private.

What about Parker?

He's here and he's a suspect.

Isn't that reason enough?

No, ma 'am, it isn't. You see, that is
homicide, this is vice. Look, you hang

on. I'll have you switched over to
Lieutenant Stone.

He's not there.

I already tried.

What's the matter with you? Don't you
want to get Parker?

Look, it's like I told you. We have to
have evidence that the law has been

broken.

Okay. What about this? They're not all
consenting adults.

One of the girls is 17.

How sure are you?

We'll come over and investigate, and if
you're right, and I hope you are, we'll

bust the party.

Thank you, Officer Brady.

Come on, baby, you're here to work.

Mr. Parker rented a stretch out. He said
he needed room for eight passengers.

Did he say where he was going?

He said he didn't need a driver. He said
he was only going as far as the show

place. That's where he was going. You
know where it is? I'm gearing. Right.

Thanks a lot.

You guys are doing okay, huh? Not too
bad.

Sorry, this is a private party. Police.

I had a complaint.

Can we come in?

Miss, would you just step out here and
bring your ID with you?

How old are you?

I'm 19.

Now, look, if there's going to be any
trouble... I'll get to you!

Let me see the ID.

No matter how you add it up, it still
comes out 17.

You're under arrest.

And so will you.

You're wanted for suspicion of murder,
mister.

You want us to take you upstairs?

Yes, please.

And what else did you think, sir?

You said you were sorry I ever did you a
favor.

Oh, yes.

So Halsey goes free to set up a ring
somewhere else? Well, not necessarily.

see, Mr. Vincent, that sales manager for
the company, I think he's willing to

make a deal.

He's willing to testify that Halsey
solicited prostitution.

No, he paid for Joy's death.

But we can't prove it.

Not unless Parker talks.

Well,

we tried.

We did all right.

For an amateur.

Good evening, Carol.

It's Carol.

Did he hurt you?

I never thought I'd see you speechless.

Okay.

Admit it, Inspector. I was a big help,
wasn't I?

Come on.

Tell the truth.

You really want the truth?

Yeah.

Sure. But you're also a pain in the
neck, a thorn in my side, a great cause

concern. Oh, were you worried about me?

A little bit.

What about Halsey?

He's going to be charged with attempted
murder.

Well, you don't seem very pleased.

It's because I was afraid to tell you
how good you were.

You might try it again sometime.

Not for anything in the world.

Excuse me. Do you know where I can find
Carol Rebson?

Sign here, please.

Thank you.

Waste not, want not.

The church is still paid for, and so is
the hooch.

Love, Dave.

Aren't they beautiful?

What are they?

Ragweed.

Ragweed?

Ragweed. Come on.