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The Streets of San Francisco, a Quinn
Martin production.

Starring Carl Malden.

Also starring Richard Hatch.

With

guest stars

Lois Nettleton, Lyndon Child, Jed

Allen,

Arthur Roberts.

Special guest star, Alan Feinstein.

Tonight's episode, Interlude.

I'm sorry, Freddie.

It's the first time I've ever done
anything like this.

I just can't go through with it.

Don't you know that it's a woman's
prerogative to change her mind?

It's just so cold and deliberate.

Sneaking into a hotel.

Renting a room under another name?

I just feel so foolish.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

You don't have to apologize, all right?

You'd make a perfect lover.

Maybe. But a lousy husband.

Thanks. I already have one of those.

Well...

I'll leave first.

Give yourself a couple of minutes, okay?

I wasn't trying to hide. I know that.
Your name was on the register. That's

I waited in the lobby.

You just called my brother and talked to
him.

I did talk to him. He's the one that
called me, told me to find you and get

back to Chicago.

But I haven't had a chance to talk to my
wife yet.

My wife and I are separated.

We had some trouble and she left me.
Now, I know she's here because I've been

able to find her.

Open the door, Mr.

Calloway.

All I want to do is find Amy.

Talk to her and get this whole thing
straightened out. That's all.

Why don't you just get your bag packed?

It's like about two weeks ago we had a
fight, and she left me. Hey, two weeks

ago you escaped from the Illinois State
Hospital for the criminally insane.

Your brother figured you'd come to San
Francisco, so he called me, told me to

find you and get you on the first plane
back to Chicago.

I can't go back there.

Not until I talk to Amy.

You're going to go back with me or with
the police?

Please, all I need is a couple of days.

Pack your bag, Mr.

Calloway. I'll call your brother. Tell
him we're on our way.

What I'm trying to tell you is that I
need corroborating evidence to prove

Brody was at the scene of the crime when
the robbery and the murder took place.

Can you understand that?

We can't. He was wearing a mask.

All right, Jerry. What if I can prove
that he wasn't where he said he was

the crime?

Not good enough.

I'm sorry.

Brody is guilty as hell.

I know he's guilty.

You know he's guilty.

You tell his attorney that I'll prove
that he lied about his whereabouts

the robbery. And if he asks me, I'll
confirm it. That still does not place

at the scene of the crime, does it? I'm
not talking about crime.

I'm talking about guilt.

If he's guilty, they'll try to make a
deal with you.

If not, that's what trials are for.

Well, we'll just have to give it a try.

I'll see you guys in the morning.

No, Jerry.

It's tomorrow afternoon, one o 'clock.
Remember?

Poor guy hasn't been to bed before two
in the morning for the past three weeks.

Who has?

Homicide Stone.

Yes.

I think I've just seen somebody
murdered.

At the Mark Hopkins.

Room 1248.

All right, would you give me your name
and... That was Judy who just

canceled my lunch pick. Well, it's not.

You've got another one with me. Come on.

1248.

Roger Calloway, Chicago.

When did he check in?

Two days ago.

Single? The registration card says
married.

Yes? Mr. Calloway, this is hotel
security.

I'm Joseph Ailes.

He's a gentleman with the San Francisco
police.

Police?

I'm sure it's all a mistake.

But, well, we've had a report of
trouble.

Trouble? I don't understand.

Do you mind if we look through your
room?

No, no, it's all right. Come in.

What kind of trouble?

No, it's probably just a crank call.

It happens.

Have you been here for the past hour or
two?

Yeah, except I went downstairs for a few
minutes to get something for a

headache. Maybe the lady who called got
the wrong room number.

Or the wrong hotel.

Thank you very much. I'm sorry we
troubled you.

That's all right. Anytime.

Thank you.

You know, as much as I like you guys, I
was hoping your luck was bad.

Oh, relax, Joe. If there was a body
around, you'd want us to find it,

you? No.

I'd rather have you remove it.

Hold the elevator, please.

Thank you.

Frank, I got Brody cold on loader one.
What are you trying to do? Look, if he

pleads guilty to armed robbery, what do
you ask? Ten to twenty. Oh, come on.

Give my client a break. Will you, Jerry?

Brody has been in the joint three times
for armed robbery. I haven't taught him

a thing. I'm going to bury him this
time. Jerry?

Hey, attempted murder. Ten to twenty and
we go to trial.

Talk to your client.

I'll get back to you.

Hey, what are you doing in this neck of
the woods? Just passing through,

stranger. Thought we might have lunch
and talk.

You know, like friends and old married
folks.

I have supporting arguments for a motion
by 3 o 'clock when the court

reconvenes. Jerry, I've got to talk to
you to someone.

Look, why don't you call your sister?
You know how she loves to talk. I'll see

you later.

They

had

them printed here, didn't they? It says
Winefield Stationers, doesn't it?

Well, we can check it in the book.

I'd like to be able to get them a new
supply, and I'd appreciate it if you'd

send it directly to their house.

Ah, here we are.

Blake, 121 Coast Street.

121 Coast.

That's them.

Maid?

Excuse me, I'll come back later.

Missed it?

Hey!

Missed it?

What have you got, Bernie?

Strangled. Whoever did it used some kind
of strap.

See the marks?

Could have been a luggage strap.

Belt, maybe. Any ID?

Dilworth, Gordon Dilworth. Lived here in
San Francisco.

54 years old.

Private investigator.

Something's wrong here.

This room was rented to a guy named
Dawson, Fred Dawson.

What address?

Out in Mill Valley.

Not the same.

Dilworth didn't want to use his real
name and address.

Who found the body?

The mage is out in the hall.

Will you get her for me, please? Sure.

I want the time of death as soon as
possible, Bernie.

I'm going to compare it with that
telephone call I got.

You'll have it when I have it.

Charlie?

This is Mary Johnson.

Now, don't be nervous.

I'm not.

Are you the maid on this floor?

One of them. There's three.

Did you ever see this man before?

No, sir, never.

Just them. Them?

Yeah, the couple that took the room.

I was next door cleaning when they came.

Can you describe them for us?

Well, um, he was real good looking.

Dark. Well, like him.

Except older.

And the woman?

Blonde hair, blue eyes, late 30s, about
so

high, a good figure.

Both of them were kind of nervous. It
took him a couple of tries to get the

in the lock.

Thank you very much.

If there's a trial, will you call me to
testify?

Do you mind?

Anything to get off my feet for a couple
of days.

A man takes a room under an assumed name
with a young lady.

Now, what does that suggest to you?

An affair.

The woman could have been Dilworth's
wife, a man or lover.

Dilworth probably followed them here.

The two men fought.

The lover killed Dilworth and ran.

The woman called the police, but in her
confusion, she gave you the wrong room

number. How am I doing?

And what about Dawson?

I'll try the garage.

If he drove a car and if he parked in
the garage... They might have his

number. You thought that out all by
yourself, huh?

All right, I'll tell you what. You try
it, and I'll try the Dilworth office.

Maybe there's a connection there.

I didn't want to bother you, Fred. Are
you busy?

Not really. I'm glad you called.

I'm sorry.

Hey, will you stop apologizing?

Anyway, I've decided to take the
afternoon off.

I just had to talk to somebody.

We'll walk and we'll talk.

Are you sure?

I'm sure. I'm sure. Come on.

All right.

What's on your mind?

Well...

Fred, I think I... I think I saw a
murder.

Yeah.

Where? At the hotel.

It was after you left.

I waited a few minutes and then I
started to go.

And the door across the hall was open.

And I saw a man.

Being strangled.

Yeah. I mean, I think it looked... It
looked like he was being strangled. All

right.

What did you do?

I called the police.

I didn't tell them my name.

I was afraid they might find out
about... I know, I know.

Carolyn, let me ask you this.

Did you see the killer?

No.

More important, love, did he see you?

I don't know.

No.

No, I don't think so.

Okay.

Then you got nothing to worry about.

No, but don't you understand?

If I saw a murder, I'm an eyewitness.

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You didn't see the killer. You didn't
actually see the man die.

Honey, you don't know anything. There's
nothing for you to testify to.

But I am an eyewitness.

I could tell them what room the murder
took place in. Honey, honey, you've done

that already.

You called them, you reported, you told
them everything you could tell them. The

rest is up to them.

Carolyn, if I thought it would help you
or even the police, I'd suggest that you

go to them and tell them everything you
know.

But come on, you tell me.

What do you want to do?

I think... What?

I think I just want to forget about it.

As soon as possible.

Okay.

I'll tell you what I want you to do.

I want you to go out and I want you to
get your hair done. I want you to buy a

new dress. I want you to do something
good for yourself.

I can't. Why?

I have to take Artie to the park.

I promised him.

Anytime, love.

Morning, noon, and night.

You call me if you need me.

What kept you?

Well, the secretary was out to lunch, so
I waited for her.

Here, you drive.

Dilworth wasn't married.

So that takes care of your theory.

The secretary didn't know what he was
working on, so that knocks mine out of

box. I hope you got something.

Fred Dawson drove a black Porsche into
the garage.

DMV has it registered to the public
relations firm of Dawes and Dichter.

Dawes. Short for Dawson?

Fred M. Dawes.

Maybe.

I call his office, but he's left for the
day. I have his home address.

Well, come on, let's go. What are we
waiting for?

Can I help you?

Excuse me, but haven't I seen you
somewhere before?

All my life I've wanted somebody to try
that line on me.

When I was in high school, I used to sit
around for hours on end just trying to

think up answers to that question.

Well, here's your chance.

All right, give it to me again.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Rangoon.

1932, the rainy season.

You were the Raja of Rajapur.

I was the Eurasian princess from
Singapore.

I'm from Chicago.

Oh.

Well, sorry, I've never been there.

The Embarcadero, about 2 o 'clock.

Yes, I was there about that time.

That's where it was.

I remember thinking how attractive you
were.

Oh, well, thanks.

I don't see that many familiar faces
around here, so when I do, I usually

remember.

How long you been here?

Just a few days. I'm from Chicago.

I think I said that, didn't I?

Well, you'll feel right at home here.
We've got wind and fog and rain.

Snow? No, no snow.

Good. I hate snow.

Family with you?

No, my wife and I are no longer
together.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's all right.

It's just water under the bridge.

As they say, I've made an excellent
adjustment to the situation. At least

what I've been told.

You sound like you don't believe it.

It's just that I'm not sure.

I was trying to help build a business.

Make a career, be a success, and that
takes time.

You don't work eight hours a day and
just stop, and it's not just five days a

week.

She never understood.

I was doing it for us.

Did she ask you to?

I don't understand.

Did she ask you to be such a big
success?

Did she ask you to work all his hours?

No, she didn't have to ask me.

Well, then maybe that wasn't what she
wanted.

Then what did she want?

You.

Well, on that bit of instant analysis, I
have to go home and make supper.

Bye.

Artie?

Mr. Dawes?

Dawes?

Before you go home, give us the bottom
line, will you, Bernie?

The gun in his hand fired the bullet in
his brain, which was the cause of death.

Then it was suicide.

The physical evidence would seem to
support that conclusion.

His prints on the gun, powder marks on
the index finger.

I don't buy it.

It just doesn't feel right.

I also state in the report that there's
a bruise of unexplained origin behind

the right ear, which occurred before
death.

Was there enough force there to make
Dawes unconscious?

Maybe. Is that a positive maybe or a
qualified maybe?

Not unsupported, maybe.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night. Thanks a lot. Anytime.

Cherchez la femme.

Find the woman.

Yeah.

Whoever she is, Dilworth and Dawes
fought over her in that hotel room.

Dawes killed Dilworth, went home,
brooded about it, and then he killed

And what about the bruise behind the
right ear?

Bumped his head getting into his
Porsche.

How am I doing?

I think you're beginning to lose your
touch.

As for myself, I've had it.

I'm going home.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

Good morning, Jack.

Still morning in Chicago?

Roger.

I just thought I'd call you and let you
know that I'm okay. I don't want you to

worry about me.

Where are you, Roger?

I'm in New York.

Hey, that's quite a coincidence. I'll be
flying into New York later this

afternoon.

Just tell me where you're staying and
I'll... That's a lie!

You're not flying anywhere.

Roger.

Since when did we start lying to each
other?

Jack. I've got to get this thing
settled. I want you to leave me alone.

And don't send anybody else looking for
me, you understand?

Roger.

Did you run into Dilworth?

He's the only guy I talked to. I figured
you might head for San Francisco.

Is that where you are?

Jack, I've got to talk to Amy. Now, we
can settle it if I can just sit down and

talk to her.

Roger.

Amy's dead.

No.

Amy's here.

She's here.

Roger, please.

You sure you don't have time to eat?

No. I've got to get down to the office.

You've got something on your stomach.

Yeah.

I'm going to get a sweet roll at the
cafeteria.

Are you going to be home for supper?

Nope.

And neither are you.

That's because I'm taking you out to a
very special restaurant. The one you

to go to?

The one we always go to on our
anniversary?

You remembered.

When have I ever forgotten?

What time should I be ready?

Could you meet me there?

Sorry.

What time?

7 .30.

All right, but please, don't be late.

You know I hate to sit by myself.

You have my word. 7 .30.

The milk.

Drink your milk.

Fred Dawes was a rare kind of man.

I met him in college. We were friends
ever since.

Partners here for the last ten years.

I just can't believe Freddy would commit
suicide, Lieutenant. He loved life too

much. I know it sounds trite, but it's
true.

What about women?

Well, he was no Don Juan or Casanova, if
that's what you're suggesting. He just

liked women.

Fat or thin, ugly or beautiful, he
thought they were more interesting than

What about married women?

Why not?

We're looking for one in particular.

She's in her old late 30s.

Blonde hair, blue eyes. Lieutenant,
there are three kinds of men.

Those who kiss and tell.

Those who kiss and don't tell.

And those who don't kiss but tell
anyway.

Fred was the second kind.

Very discreet. Never said anything about
what he did or with whom.

What about Dilworth? Does that mean
anything to you?

Gordon Dilworth?

No, nothing.

Sorry. So am I.

Thanks for your time, Lieutenant.
Goodbye. Bye.

Hey, it's me.

Hi, um, Roger.

Just shopping. Need a ride?

No, no, thanks. My car is just down the
street.

Get in. I'll give you a lift.

Oh, okay.

Thanks.

It's about two or three blocks down.

I was thinking about what you said
yesterday.

Oh, I'm sorry, Roger.

I shouldn't have said anything.

It's none of my business.

I don't know you or your wife.

That's what I was thinking.

You weren't talking about me. You were
talking about yourself.

That's none of your business.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to snap at you.

Why do you always do that?

Do what?

Say I'm sorry.

Maybe I have a compulsive need to
apologize.

For what?

My sins.

Shortcomings. My inadequacies.

It's not your fault.

Maybe if you felt needed, you
wouldn't... Oh, I feel needed.

I don't feel wanted.

There's a difference.

No, it's not you.

It couldn't be you.

When a man spends too much time with his
job, it could be because he's trying to

get away from his marriage.

No, you don't understand. I'm not trying
to get away from the marriage. I'm

trying to build... It's not a fault, and
I'm not blaming anyone.

But there are times when the marriage is
more important than the job.

Like today.

It's our anniversary.

And we're supposed to have dinner at
Marioni's restaurant at 7 .30.

Well, if he's not there... Oh, that's my
car.

Oh, wait a minute. I want to explain
something. Oh, you don't owe me any

explanation, Roger.

Thanks for the ride.

Amy, wait. I have to talk to you.

Too bad you guys don't have a phone in
your car. I could have saved you a trip.

Postponed again?

Nope. Brody's lawyer wants to see me in
the judge's chambers at 6 .30.

I think Brody wants to take the deal,
but he wants to do a little more

bargaining.

Good. Then we can spend the afternoon
working on Dawes.

Who? A guy named Fred Dawes. Possible
suicide. Could be murder.

Say that again?

Possible suicide. Could be murder. The
name?

Fred Dawes. Not Dawes and Dichter.

That's right.

Do you know him? Yeah, I had lunch with
him three weeks ago.

Jerry, look, this whole thing was your
idea.

You picked the time, you picked the
place.

Carolyn, I know that, and I'm sorry
about it. I just didn't realize this was

going to go on.

Why didn't you let me know before I got
here?

Well, I thought I was going to be able
to get away early. Now it looks like

going to go on for another hour or two.

All right.

All right.

Thank you for calling.

Now I'm convinced.

You are following me. You're right.

This time.

Your glasses.

That's what became of them.

Oh, no, no. I remember. I was wearing
them when I got out of your car. You

wearing your reading glasses.

Oh, you.

Well, now that you know I wear reading
glasses, you know all my secrets.

What time is it?

It's almost 8 o 'clock.

Why don't you join me?

My husband is working late at the
office.

You know how to open champagne?

Yes, you just take off the top.

What's this?

For making me aware of all my faults.

First we'll open the champagne.

Then I'll open my present.

Then, uh... You can take me home.

How'd you know which house was mine?

You told me. I did?

Mm -hmm.

It's been such a nice evening. I hate to
go in.

Then don't.

What's the matter? You look so serious.

Just thinking about us.

There isn't any us, Roger.

Do you like the cufflinks?

Oh, yeah.

They're very nice.

Happy anniversary.

You know, if two people really try, they
can work things out.

That's what I keep telling myself.

But I have to understand where things
went wrong, where the mistakes were

How did you know my address?

I looked it up.

I missed you.

Please.

Oh, dear.

Let me forget it at times.

But I am still married.

He doesn't care about you.

But I am still married.

For better or for worse.

Goodbye, Roger.

Death do us part.

Mike, come in. Jerry?

Hi, Dan.

Hey, we just found out what happened.

Hey, Jerry, how are you?

Fractured, bruised, and helpless.

The investigating officer said you
wanted to talk to me.

Well, I haven't told my wife about this
because I don't want to worry her.

But what happened tonight wasn't just a
simple hit and run.

The person driving that car was trying
to kill me.

Do you have any idea who it was?

I prosecute 200, maybe 250 cases a year.
It could have been any one of those

people. Well, do you remember anything
about the car?

Well, just what I told the officer. It
was a dark brown sedan.

Late model.

And I got two letters off the license
plate. E -M.

Carolyn.

This is Mike Stone.

Hello. Dan Robbins. Nice to meet you. My
boy.

Hello. I thought you were going to get
dressed.

Well, I'm trying to figure out how to do
that. You see, everything I own here is

made to be put on with two hands.

Oh, I'll help you. All right, we just
wanted to find out how you were. Well,

they're sending me home, so I guess I'm
okay.

Yeah. Listen, Mike, have you heard any
more about Fred Dodds?

Carolyn, I forgot to tell you.

Freddy is dead.

Freddy?

How? Well, we don't know.

It could be suicide.

Oh, no.

blonde hair, blue eyes, trim, young
figure.

Was her voice on the phone?

Sometimes an investigation is going to
take you places you don't want to go.

Well, hello again.

Hello. Jerry's asleep right now, but if
it's anything... We're not here to see

your husband. We'd, uh... Well, we want
to talk to you.

Oh?

About Jerry's accident?

No, about Fred M. Dodd.

Would you like to come in?

Yes.

Can you tell us where you were
Wednesday, about noon?

I don't understand.

What difference could it make where I
was?

Well, about that time, Mr. Dawes and a
lady, a lady fitting your general

description, were in the Mark Hopkins
Hotel, room 1245.

A short time later, I received an
anonymous phone call that there was a

in room 1248.

It was a woman's voice.

And then later, we found Mr. Dilworth
dead in room 1245.

Were you the woman with Mr. Dodd?

Did you place that phone call?

Well, Carolyn, answer him.

Are you that woman?

Yes.

To both questions.

We can continue this down at the station
if you prefer.

No.

Go right ahead.

Will you tell us exactly what you saw?

The door was open when I thought I saw a
man being strangled. What was he being

strangled with?

I'm not sure.

What was the room number?

I told you.

1248. And not 1245?

No.

Fred and I were in room 1245.

That's the room I was coming out of.

The murder was taking place directly
across the hall.

1248. Did you see the killer?

No. He was behind the door.

That means you couldn't identify him.

No.

Dan, what was the name of that fellow in
room 1248?

Roger what?

Calloway. That's from Chicago.

Chicago.

What does he look like?

Tall, 180, dark hair.

Oh, my God.

Have you seen him?

Yes. First at the park, and then last
night at the restaurant.

When you didn't show up, he was there.

He was following me.

He was probably trying to eliminate
witnesses.

No, no, no.

No, we were alone last night.

He brought me home.

What happened?

He kissed me.

And he called me Amy.

Roger? Carolyn, are you alone?

Yes.

Why?

I have to talk to you.

Can you meet me?

Where? At the bench in the park.

In half an hour.

Which park? The southwest corner of
Jefferson Park.

There's a bench by that lake.

We'll find it. You stay here.

if you're waiting for me to apologize
you're gonna grow old standing right

Roger! You lied to me.

I was actually... You lied!

You called the police.

No.

My husband was in an accident.

I know. You called them and told them I
did it. Why would I tell them that?

Carolyn, what's going on? Who's he?

He's my husband.

That's a lie!

He's dead.

I killed him.

Inspector's 8 -1.

337 has a brown sedan, possibly matching
your hit and run.

Corner Ellis and Bates.

Ellis and Bates, that's right around the
corner from Blake.

10 -4.

He's another one of your lovers, like
the guy in the hotel.

No, Roger. Don't worry, Amy, I'm not
going to hurt you. Not this time.

It's him.

Him! Don't!

Get out of the way, Amy!

My name's not Amy.

I'm Carolyn.

I'm Carolyn.

Remember? I thought we were friends.

Who is Amy?

Roger?

What happened to her? I hit her.

She died.

You killed her?

It was an accident.

Police!

Drop it!

Do what the man said!

Are you all right?

This is Lieutenant Stone.

I want a unit at 121 Coast Road.

Pick up a prisoner.

Let's see now.

Preliminary hearings.

Preliminary hearings. Here it is.
Division 2.

I'm sorry I didn't contact you earlier,
but I didn't know what was happening

until I got here. I tried to reach
Dilworth.

I thought it was murder.

It was the phone call that threw me.

Roger called me, told me not to worry.

I thought he might be in control.

Then he said he'd seen Amy.

Amy was his wife.

Yeah, we got a call from the Illinois
police, and they said that she was dead,

that he killed her.

And caught her in bed with another man.

What would you have done?

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

You see, I kind of understand what he
did.

You know, he first met Amy here.

That's why I thought he might come back.

I knew he was a little twisted, but I
had no idea he'd gone completely schizo.

That's why they're putting him where he
won't hurt anyone else.

Well, if there's anything you want me to
sign, I'll be here for the next few

days. Okay, thank you. Division 2 is
down the hall and to the left, sir.

Well, Jerry.

Hello, Mike.

Hello. Did you get the report from the
lab?

What report?

Well, they found those set of prints on
the cash register belonged to Brody.

That's great.

The guy who prosecutes Brody is going to
love that. I thought you were going to

prosecute him. Not anymore.

We're going to Acapulco, Mazatlan,
Puerto Vallarta, and Point South.

Vacation? No.

Second honeymoon.

See you guys later.