All language subtitles for The Streets of San Francisco s01e11 The Bullet.eng

- You wanna count it?
- Oh, now, what kind of a thing is that?

No, of course not.
But I do wanna talk to you.

- Now look, I just wanna get...
- I just got the dandiest notion.

Clipped an article out of the school
paper, you know, from your college.

Jeff, we're gonna get you
a better job.

No, look, I read the article.
I don't want the position.

Well, you haven't given it
as much thought as I have.

Now, we gotta think
about Alice, Jeff.

Your future.

Now, Alice has been
a good wife to you.

She's gone without.

She's put up
with our limited means.

But head of the department...

It's a wonderful opportunity,

and the salary is 2,800 a year
more than we're making now.

- Not interested.
- Twenty-eight hundred.

That still only brings your payments
to 185 a month, son.

No.

Jeff, you've got to consider it.

Now, look, you're eligible
for the advancement.

You've passed up better
positions twice now, son.

No. It means opening up
my records.

As long as I stay just what I am,
nobody cares what I've been.

Jeff.

That's odd.

I don't have anybody scheduled.

Jeff, would you mind stepping
over here into the kitchen, please,

and waiting just a few minutes?

Yeah.

- Mr. Dayton?
- That's right, sir.

Borrman.

I've never met Dr. Borrman,
but he's 58 years old.

You're not.

I made it very clear to Dr. Borrman
he was to come in person.

This is a confidential relationship.

You got a tape recorder
in that briefcase?

I'll take the file.

All right.

Just put the gun away. I'll get it.

A cop, huh?

Dayton was a cop.

Yeah, he was on the beat
when I was.

In 1959, he took a bullet
in the gut in a liquor store holdup.

- Drew light duty after that.
- Let me guess. Records, right?

You guessed right, Records.

Four years ago, Internal Affairs
got wind of something,

and he resigned under pressure.
Steve, take a look at this.

Newspaper clippings.

Right up to date on everybody
that he's had a record of.

My guess is that

he nailed everyone
who was beginning to make it.

- Blackmail.
- Blackmail.

I wonder what it is
that makes a guy go wrong.

You know, somebody tore off
today's date already.

Say, maybe the lab can make
something from the impressions.

Mike, how about it?
Can we roll with the body now?

Yeah. Thanks, doc.

Fellas are finished with the pictures
and the measurements.

Bullet's been pried out.

Check the others, will you,
buddy boy?

Think this one's still in here.

Yeah.

Charlie, you gonna
be able to pull this one out?

Yeah, we'll get it.

- Lieutenant.
- Yeah.

You might wanna look
at the floor before we scrape it.

We got some
blood evidence in there.

But Dayton died over here.
What's blood doing in the kitchen?

This the only place?

No, there's some more by the rear
door. He must have gone out that way.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Where's
the slug that came through this door?

You got me. We have a clean hole,
obvious entry and exit,

then the bullet got lost.

What do you mean got lost?
Bullets don't get lost.

Maybe it spent and fell.

No, we checked the entire floor.

Then there must have been
a third person.

Someone was here,
got hit, and got out with our bullet.

We got ourselves a witness.

Better. We've got a witness
with a bullet in him.

Could've been somebody
who worked for him.

Could be. Or somebody who's got
an appointment on this calendar.

- Jeff? Jeff, you home?
- I'm home.

Oliver Lake was here.

The young boy that you were
supposed to tutor at 1:15.

So I blew ten bucks.

Well, that's a great attitude.

That's really great.

I'm going to the market.

- Did you cash a check yesterday?
- What?

I said did you cash a...

I'll be at the store.

- Jeff, would you come out, please?
- I'll see you when you get back.

I think we'd better talk.

Not now.

Now.

It's just too much money, Jeff.

- And for too long a time.
- Alice.

Later, okay? Later.

Jeff, if it's someone else,
then tell me. You have to...

- What happened?
- I'm not sure what happened.

There's a bullet in my shoulder.

A bull...?

- I'll get Phil.
- No.

Doctors have to report
gunshot wounds, Alice.

But you need medical attention.

You can't live

with a bullet in your shoulder.

Well, I'll just have to try.

"Phillips..."

- What does that say?
- "Phillips, Williams, Borrman."

Phillips, Williams
and Borrman, huh? Good.

How about the blood?

Well, the blood scrapings
from the kitchen floor are type AB.

Well, is that common
or uncommon, what?

- Rare. Four percent of the population.
- Four percent.

Charlie, what about the bullet
they dug out of the wall in the study?

Yeah, what about that?

.38, police positive.

We ran it against Dayton's gun
and got a match. One cartridge fired.

Dayton shot once,
the killer shot twice.

The witness's blood is AB. Good.

Let's run this type
against the three names.

Looks like a cop found a way to zap
the policeman's pension fund.

That's not funny, Johnson.

You know what the papers and TV
would do with that?

- I'm sorry, Mike.
- It's just not funny.

Now, we got three names,
one blood type against three possibles.

That's Phillips.

We'll let Healy and Lessing
take him.

Then there's Borrman and...
Who's that?

- Williams.
- Williams. Borrman and Williams.

We'll take those two.

You think we're really on solid ground
with this Dayton blackmail thing?

We gotta be. His books have him
dragging down over $40,000 last year.

- Forty thousand dollars?
- Forty thousand in dribs and drabs.

A hundred dollars a month here,
200 there, and the topper is

there's no record of him
paying any income tax.

Hey, Dan, got the coroner's report?

Being typed.
I'll pick it up in ten minutes.

Let me have what you've got
on Phillips and Williams.

Just looking through this stuff
of Dayton's.

Looks like a cop finally found a way
to make a decent living.

Dan.

It's five minutes to the coroner's office
and five minutes back.

That's ten minutes.

Okay, Mike.

And on the way, check at the desk

and find out if any doctor's called in
on gunshot wounds.

Right.

Phillips. Albert A.

Conviction of child molestation, '63.

Did a year at Chino,
probation concluded in '66.

- Put Lessing on it.
- Right.

Williams. Jeffrey David.

Murder two.

Conviction, 1943.

I was just 18 then.

I didn't even have
my driver's license yet.

I was sitting in the car, waiting.

I heard the shots from inside
the gas station.

Three shots.

Jimmy ran out and jumped in the car,
and we drove off.

Is there any of that bourbon left, Alice?
I could use something.

Of course, I'll get it.

Well, we sideswiped another car
a few miles away.

A police car took off after us.

Jimmy lost control, we ran off the road
and turned over,

and Jimmy was killed.

I was arrested.

But you had nothing
to do with the shooting.

It would be hard to deny it.

I needed a fix
as badly as Jimmy did.

What?

I was an addict, Alice.

Almost two years then.

Before it was fashionable.

Anyway, the gun was found
in the car

and the money
from the gas station register...

It was an easy conviction.

- How long were you in prison?
- Four years.

Another eight on probation.

It's hard to believe all of this.

Well, maybe it shaped me up.

Turned me around, anyway.

I stayed straight,
went after a degree, got my masters.

Then Harley Richards
put his neck on the line for me.

Junkies with felony convictions
are not highly regarded

by college administrators,

but he was determined to have me
in his department,

and being dean of the college,
he kept my records closed,

no one there knew
about my conviction.

I see.

No wonder you were so upset
when he died.

But then this man, this Dayton.

- When did he first start calling you?
- About six years ago.

Just when it looked like
I was gonna start making it.

Some conjecture
in the college paper

about offering me
a full professorship.

But you didn't accept.

Of course.

Of course.
That's why you never accepted.

Because you were afraid
of what the regents might find out.

But that had nothing to do

with my being too ambitious or your
being afraid of facing responsibility.

Oh, darling, I...

I've said such awful things to you.

- I'm so sorry.
- No, Alice, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
a long time ago.

For all the money
that went to Dayton,

only it should have been yours.

All the nice things
I wanted you to have.

It doesn't matter.

It's over now.

All over.

- Now we have to get you to a doctor.
- No.

Oh, yes, we do.

Alice, I'm not gonna
throw it all away now.

Maybe later, when we can get away.

After final exams,
we can go somewhere

and have the bullet taken out.

Later.

You know, Mike, there's no record
of payment on this guy Borrman.

Last name on the ledger.
Today's date.

Never kicked in any money, huh?

And there's no appointments with him
in Dayton's calendar

up until now either.

I couldn't find a dirt file on him.

Coroner's report.

Hey, Mike, that stuff I said
before about Day...

Forget it, Dan. Just forget it.

But if by any chance you're thinking
of moonlighting out of R&I,

just remember that Dayton got his
last payment in one lump sum.

If the end of that finger is either.22
or.32 caliber, that'd make it about right.

Coroner says that Dayton was killed
instantly, single gunshot wound.

Apparently, .22 to.32 caliber bullet.

Though the slug wasn't recovered,
he figures by the clean exit,

it was a steel jacket.

How much money
did he have on the body?

Five hundred and thirty cash, another
hundred and a half in a plain envelope.

Time of death?

Between 11:30 and 1:30.

Got a suspect?

Yeah.

- Dr. Marvin Borrman.
- Spell it out.

Manslaughter, drunk diving, '59.
Did 11 months in probation.

But listen to this, '63, conspiracy
to commit assault and battery,

Borrman hired a Jerry Casey
to commit assault on Gordon Dawson,

a man who threatened
to bring malpractice charges.

Number one.

He's our number one.

A guy with a record.

He's due for his first appointment
with a blackmailer,

but doesn't go in with cash,
he goes in with a gun.

Come on, buddy boy.

We got our first house call
to make.

Room 105, please.

- Doctor?
- Yes.

- You're late.
- I had a patient in labor. I'm sorry.

- It was a difficult delivery.
- Mine wasn't.

Your file's here,
and I want the balance on account.

Meet me in 45 minutes at the base
of the cross on Twin Peaks.

Just a minute.

Yes.

Well...

Have them wait outside, please.

- Yeah, go ahead.
- Problem, doctor?

Do you know any reason
why the police should be here?

No, do you?

Forty-five minutes, doctor.

Yes?

Lieutenant Stone.
This is Inspector Keller.

I believe you knew a James Dayton.

No, I don't think I do.

Well, that's very strange,

because you had a 2:00
appointment with him today.

Gentleman, I don't know
what this is about,

but I'm pretty certain that I can prove
that I was at my hospital

from 10:00 this morning
till just a few moments ago.

And I never met this man,
I'm sure. Never.

Well, how about phone calls?

Did he call you
to discuss your prison record?

No.

Dr. Borrman,
may I ask you your blood type?

No, you may not ask me
my blood type.

Would you object to being examined
by a police physician?

Yes, I object very strenuously.

Just as strenuously as I object
to these insinuations.

Now, if I'm a suspect,
I'm entitled to counsel.

- Isn't that the truth?
- That is the truth, Dr. Borrman.

And, you know, I think that
you were probably in your hospital

when Dayton was killed.

And I'll tell you what else I think.

I think that you hired someone
to deal with a blackmailer.

- That is not true.
- Here, let me throw that away for you.

Wait, no, that's mine. Give me...

I'm sorry, I thought
you were through with it by now.

When can I call my attorney?

As soon as we've got you booked.

Now, you have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be held
against you in the court of law.

Mike, it's the Capri Motel.
Piece of paper said room 105.

Can you describe him for us?

Yes, I'd say he's about 40,
6'2", graying hair, nice-looking.

Smith?

Yes, sir. That's the name
on the register.

- Phone calls?
- No locals.

One long distance.
Kansas City, I think.

Would you have a record of that call?
Possibly the name?

Yes, I certainly do.
The number, anyway.

Shall I get the book?

It would be very helpful.
Thank you, please.

Kansas City newspaper.

Magazines.

Mike, look at this.

Compartment?

Two cartridges fired.

I think we just scored.

Scored? No.

We're not even within
field goal range.

I guess you're right. Circumstantial.
But if that bullet matches the gun?

Good as an eyewitness.

I just hope he doesn't know
about our third man.

Because if he does,

there goes our ball game.

He's gonna be looking
for that bullet too.

Get this wrapped up quick.

Call a stakeout unit.
If he shows...

...nail him on the spot.

You see, we found a full set
of his books.

And also, there's $150
in an envelope in Dayton's pocket.

I have nothing to say, inspector,

except that I didn't kill him.

I believe that.

But I think you were there,
behind that kitchen door.

Your blood type's AB, Mr. Williams,
it was on your record.

It was also on the kitchen floor.

Mr. Williams, we have the gun
that we think killed Dayton.

And that bullet
could tie it all together for us.

I'm sorry, lieutenant.

- You know, you can be subpoenaed.
- If you have a case.

But you need the bullet for that,
don't you?

Mr. Williams,

I can understand how you feel,

and why you'd like to keep it quiet
and to yourself.

But you do understand, don't you,

that you could die with your secret?

- What do you mean?
- Well, I mean that Mr. Williams...

The man who shot

Dayton has the original
calendar page.

And if we can find your husband,
so can he.

If he's fool enough
to stay around looking.

I think he'd want to be as far away
as possible,

as quickly as he could get there.

Well, he's a pro.

And pros aren't in the habit of leaving
loose ends. And you're a loose end.

It's a very good deduction, lieutenant,

but just theory.

Lieutenant, could I just have a minute
alone with my husband?

I don't have a minute, Mrs. Williams,

and I don't think
your husband does either.

I don't want the coroner
to give me that bullet.

I want it from him right now,
so come along.

- We're going to the hospital.
- I don't think so, lieutenant.

You don't have that authority.

You're a policeman,
I shouldn't have to tell you the law.

The law?

I did some checking.

And it seems that among our other
personal guarantees in this country,

is the guarantee that our bodies
are inviolate.

Not even the Supreme Court
can force a man to submit

to a surgical operation.

That's the law, gentlemen.

And I'm sure that,
as officers sworn to uphold it,

you won't do anything
to make me break it.

Did you get a hold of the DA?

And Judge Carlson.
I got a unanimous verdict.

Williams was right.

The rights of homo corpus,
man's body, are inviolate.

Mike,

we can't touch him.

Homo corpus, eh? Great.

No way to break him.

Not the way I read it.

The man we're talking about
has coughed up almost $10,000.

He had to live with this pressure
for almost six years.

Yep, that'd make him pretty hard,
all right.

Yeah, too hard to break just
because he's got a bullet in his arm.

I guess that makes
our job much easier, doesn't it?

All we've gotta do is

find the killer.

Well, maybe Kansas City
will come through.

Yeah, did you get word yet?

Yeah, the number's listed
to a guy named Sid Winters.

He's a big honcho
in the local rackets.

They're pulling photos on guys
he runs with that fits our description.

Let me brighten your day, lieutenant.

Lab says the gun you brought in
could be the murder weapon.

Those two shells
were high-velocity load,

and both bullets
did wear steel jackets.

Terrific. That means the bullet
in Williams' shoulder could do it for us.

Williams. That's the second guy
on the list, right?

- That's right.
- He took the slug?

Yeah, he took it
right out of the case.

What?

The rights of homo corpus.

You can't cut a man open
if he doesn't want to be cut open.

So, Mr. Sunshine, what else
you got to brighten my day?

How about that? Not much.

I did see the other, Phillip... Philips.

He was there
just like the calendar said,

12:00 sharp. Got hustled right out.

Apparently, Dayton liked
to keep everybody apart.

Didn't want anybody
to see anybody else.

Kind of like a shrink, you know?

Did you check out the Phillips story?

He says he went straight
to a business meeting.

Lessing's on it now.

You got this Borrman in the tank,
don't you?

We got nothing without the bullet.

Borrman won't talk,
and Williams won't talk either.

Oh, lieutenant, Kansas City just
called. They're sending in a picture.

Coming through, K.C.

Well, that looks like the man
the motel manager described.

Yeah, well, get it under her nose
for a positive.

How you doing, Kansas City?

Good, good. This is Inspector Keller.

We have some prints we wanna
check against this man.

What's his name?

Coyle, Victor A.

That's C-O-Y-L-E?

Right. Well, could you send us
his full jacket, please?

And maybe run another one
of these through?

Thank you.

We're putting out an APB.

Suspicion of murder.

- Mr. Phillips?
- Yes?

- Would you come with me, please?
- What for?

Just a few questions.

Police?

That's right.

Anyplace that's private, we...

Oh, this is fine.

Hey, what's going on?
I told you fellas I didn't see anybody.

- Move it.
- I haven't seen any ID.

Who are you?

Inside.

Seems we're late again.

I apologize for keeping you
past the hour,

but I think the extra review
will reflect itself favorably

in your blue books next week.

See you outside for one minute?

This will only take a minute.

I'd hoped I'd made myself clear,
lieutenant.

I guess I don't use the language
as effectively as I thought.

It's my turn to be clear,
Mr. Williams.

The man that you won't help us find
just killed somebody else.

First name on the list.
Albert Phillips.

He stripped him to the waist
after he shot him.

Does that tell you anything?

He wants that bullet, Mr. Williams.
He knows it can convict him.

No.

No? What do you mean no?

Phillips is dead and you're next
on that list.

I can't make a public testimony.

Why, you don't make sense, you know
that? You don't make any sense at all.

If the lead in that bullet
doesn't kill you,

the next one will,
because it's gonna be right on target.

And if I give it to you, what
kind of a target will I be, lieutenant?

Oh, it's a standoff, gentlemen.

You can't use coercion
by the school authorities,

and you can't give it to the press.
That'd be harassment, so...

Wait here a moment.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Let's see.

There was really only one other thing
I wanted to touch on, I guess.

You remember our discussion
of Ezra Pound?

He's a poet.

- I know, I know.
- Sorry.

You were all so impressed
with his erudition,

his easy use of recondite images.

- Something like a Tokyo Rose?
- Right.

See, I told you I knew.

You marveled at this contemporary
man's command of the classics.

The prodigious amount of work,
the undeniable genius.

And you all agreed that he was
more than deserving of his rank

as one of the greatest American poets
of the 20th century.

Did you ever read any of his poetry?

Who has time to read
any of his poetry?

I barely have time
to read booking slips.

And yet this man was denied
that reputation in his own country.

Why?

Mr. Miller.

Some people thought
he was a traitor.

Some people?

Most people, I guess.

No guess, Mr. Miller, truth.
And why?

The propaganda broadcasts he did
for the enemy during World War II.

Right. An action which people
could not forgive.

And what does this tell us
about people?

Mr. Gerhart?

I don't know.

Well, let me bring it a little closer
to home.

Some of you

have found enough in this class to
enroll with me for the American Novel.

But what if you discovered
that I had a criminal record?

It's criminal when you hand out
those low grades, man.

Well, think about it.

Suppose that at one time,
I had been a junkie.

Pretty heavy fiction.

Let me lay it on a little heavier.

What if I'd been involved in a killing

and actually been found guilty
of murder?

Would it still be the same
between us?

Or would you find yourself saying:

"This man who pleads
for ethical conduct,

for scrupulous morality,

who demands that I plumb
the depths of my ability to reason.

This same man

has been found guilty by society
of having acted without reason?"

Would you say to yourself:

"Why should I listen to him?"

Mr. Miller?

I'd have to think about that.

- Yeah.
- And what about the regents?

Would they think about it?

Forget it, baby. School's out.

Well, I guess the point can't be made
any more succinctly than that.

What a man is or does in private
becomes a part of his public image.

Good or bad,

it's on the record.

And whether that's good or bad,

I leave you to think about.

Well, that's it.

Except that it's been a pleasure
having you all this semester.

Good luck on the finals.

Maybe we could get out of here,
all right?

Do you understand
a little better now?

Oh, yeah, that routine
about a man's private life

and his public image being one.
I knew that all the time.

But the way those kids reacted,
especially at the end,

- that tells me a lot I didn't know.
- That's tradition.

No sir, no way. That's respect.
Hard-earned.

Listen, I remember
more than one very long silence

at the end of the semester.

I guess we did get along rather well.

- Hi, Mr. Williams.
- Hello, John.

That means more to you
than staying alive, doesn't it?

I guess that is my life, lieutenant.

Digging, probing,

watching them take hold of an idea

and taking it further
than I knew it could go, loving it.

And loving you for helping.

If you read my file, you know
I went a long way without any help.

A long way in the wrong direction.

What I can give now
makes up for that.

Let's get you to a hospital.

No, I'm gonna be all right.

If you'll excuse me, there's some
papers I have to get out of my office.

Mr. Williams,

there's one thing you said
in your class.

You being someone who demands
ethics and morals from other people.

Now, how are you able to equate that
with allowing a killer to run loose?

From what you've told me, inspector,

the killer is interested
in only one person now.

Now, if that's true, and I'm the only one
who stands to be hurt by it,

that's a risk I'm willing to take.

Okay. If he won't keep up his guard,
we're gonna have to do it for him.

Let's get on the box.
Tell them we're staying with him,

and we'll get a stakeout unit
for the house.

Mrs. Williams.

Get in.

I have your husband, Mrs. Williams.

If you want to see him again, alive,

get in.

Alice.

Alice?

- Hello.
- Jeff.

Alice, I didn't know you'd gone out.

I went to the store, Jeff, and...

Mr. Williams.

I have your wife.

Get an ambulance.

The man called.

The man who shot Dayton,
he's got my wife.

What did he tell you to do,
Mr. Williams?

Downtown.
Corner of Jones and Geary.

I stand on the corner. Seven o'clock.

- He's got Alice.
- Tell me this.

Did you see a man at Dayton's?

Can you describe him?

Six-two, 40? Graying hair?

He said he'd kill her.

Don't worry, we'll take care of it
for you.

Please,

be very careful.

We will, Mr. Williams. We will.

But do you give the doctor permission
to take the bullet out?

Stay to the right, and slow.

Is that him?

I can't tell.

If it is your husband, stop.
If it isn't, just keep going.

Is it him?

Yes, that's Jeff.

Get in.

- You all right, Alice?
- Fine.

How's the shoulder?

It hurts.

Turn right on Geary and go straight,
Mrs. Williams.

Mr. Williams, sit forward.

Go. Go!

Subject vehicle proceeding
west on Geary.

Do not intercept.

Do not apprehend.

Alert Inspectors 63,
68, Helicopter One.

Subject vehicle proceeding west
on Geary.

Straight ahead to Point Lobos,
Mrs. Williams.

Pick it up.

He's moving pretty good now.

Heading out to Lobos.

Yeah. Put it on the box.

Subject vehicle proceeding west
on Point Lobos Avenue.

When you come to the next turnoff,
take it. Cut the lights.

Where are we going?

Down the next side road,
Mr. Williams.

Lee, get back on that thing,
find out what the chopper's got.

This is 81. We've lost contact.

Subject vehicle
just doused his lights

and turned right
on next side road west.

I can't see.

You don't have to.
We're almost there.

Look, what you wanted was a bullet.
That's why I'm here.

Now, there's no need
to involve my wife...

You're not a well man, Mr. Williams.

Don't talk.

Pull up here. Just to the right.

Out. This side. Both of you.

Right on out to the dock.

They're in the open. Let it go.

This is 81.
Have the helicopter hit it.

Coyle!

Well...

I guess we're out of the woods,
Mrs. Williams.

Say,

I think your husband's just getting
out of surgery about now.

Mrs. Williams, we have a radio
in the car

if you want to find out his condition.

Hey, where are you going?

Be right back.

Okay, what's the big mystery?

Mike,

how long have you been
a detective?

Oh, very funny.

Well, now, buddy boy, you've been
with me long enough to know

that I work one of two ways.

- Right?
- Right.

- Clues or muscle. Take your choice.
- All right, all right.

We're going over
to the Williams' house for dinner.

- Right?
- Right.

After dinner, we'll be sipping
our brandy, congratulating him

on how the regents decided
to keep him on, right?

- We'll be celebrating a man's new life.
- Exactly.

But since when do you buy brandy
in a bookstore?

No, no, no.
I'm thinking about after the brandy.

- After the brandy?
- Yeah.

I don't pick up that clue.

I bought you a little present.

- What is it?
- Open it.

Poems? Poetry?

It's Ezra Pound. Remember Williams
talking about him at the school?

Yeah, I remember, he talked
to his class about him.

That's right.

That's for you.

What?

Oh, now, wait a minute.
I can't read this.

- Why not?
- Listen.

Raineth drop and staineth slop,
oh, come on now.

Wait a minute. What?

Yeah.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,

Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
now, come on.

Isn't poetry supposed to be clear
and to the point?

- That's right.
- Well, I've got something to the point

and clear for you, young fella.

- What is thi...?
- Sit quietly.

You have a right to remain silent.
Is that clear?

That's clear.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

- Is that to the point?
- That's to the point.

All right, then get going.

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