The Streets of San Francisco (1972) s01e14 Episode Script

Last night, I dreamed a city I blew apart the dew of my mind And there, floating on the mist With bridges hung from stars Was my city It was a lovely place On which to lay my sleepy head A city to remember long years After I'm dead But memory, you say Must die with death It exits in concert With our last breath So how dream up a city From the fragility Of night-scheming futility Without the ability to cry At the dying of my night Or to mourn at the morn of my day Rejoice! There is a pulse to the dream It lives I give it To you Hello.
They love you.
It's not enough.
You called.
Now I'm here.
So, what's so important? You're with Robb Evanhauer again.
Oh, come on, Yale.
A famous poet like you must have more urgent things on his agenda.
Genea, I'm not telling you what to do with your life.
Then don't.
Nobody has me on an exclusive, least of all, you.
If Robb Evanhauer meets my price You want me to believe you're just modeling for him? I quote you: "A model model models.
" Baby, Evanhauer is the end of the line.
You have lived your life, now let me live mine.
Not with Robb Evanhauer.
Something funny? The two of you.
I tell him I'm coming here and he skies.
I tell you I'm going back and you go into an all-time downer.
So why stay in the middle? Because it beats being out in the cold.
Ciao, Daddy.
Would you mind, Mr.
Dancy? - What's your name? - Melissa.
Melissa.
From the Greek.
It means "honey bee.
" - Did you know that, Melissa? - No, Mr.
Dancy.
Go to Greece.
I loved it.
You will too.
Give my regards to Aristotle.
He knew that poetry is of graver import than history.
- Thank you.
- My pleasure.
Nobody tells me who I use.
Because she's good, that's why.
Try it, just go on and try it.
You're crazy if you think you can.
Lieutenant.
- Hey, he got here fast.
- Wings of Mercury.
Yeah, that stuff can poison you.
- Is he dead? - Not yet.
What have you got, Briles? Well, his name is Robb Evanhauer.
Painter, 28, single.
Eyewitness said it looked like someone loaded him into a.
45 and pulled the trigger, the way he came out of that window.
What have you got, Mike? Earring, I guess.
- Steve.
- Yeah.
- See if you can spot the rest of this.
- Right.
I want this whole place brushed.
I don't care if there are 100 prints, I want them all.
Mike.
Take a look at this.
- They are the same.
- Yup.
I want copies of this.
Come here.
What do you think of that? That's assault with intent.
Or murder number two, if Evanhauer doesn't make it.
Zaculovich.
Come here.
Now this is probably the victim's, the blood and the hair, but nurse them all for latents, will you? So where do you wanna start? Earrings.
Yeah.
- Maybe Omar will play with us.
- Could be.
Good luck, fellas.
Omar.
I have a license, lieutenant.
I know you do, Omar.
Now, tell me.
Listen carefully.
Anybody else make earrings like that? Well, if they did, I'd make something else.
You're doing very nice work, Omar.
This one's my favorite.
You have good taste.
Who's wearing it? Them.
Earrings come in pairs.
Ah, come on, Omar.
Come on.
They are cash customers, man.
They don't give me their names.
I want this one, Omar.
Come on, now, boy.
- Very pretty girl.
I've never seen her.
- She's wearing your earring.
She has taste too.
Who bought it and when? Lieutenant, I do a volume business, man.
It's a small unit profit, but a tremendous overturn.
Why, in the last quarter alone, I must have dealt with 16 or 17 clients.
Look, honestly, I haven't seen her.
Sit down, will you, Omar, you're flirting with a nosebleed.
- They are not gonna go along with us.
- One might.
- Who's that? - Savinu.
If Evanhauer dies, it'll be the greatest contribution to art since the invention of the frame.
- Savinu, you're an impressionist.
- Oh, you like that, huh? All he can afford are mug shots.
How about this? - Evanhauer garbage.
- No, the model.
- Genea.
- Last name.
Come on, lieutenant.
Think back.
When did you ever bother to ask them their last names? - She ever model for you? - Just on that one, but not now, man.
- Now it's top dollar.
- From Evanhauer? A little hanky-panky there, maybe.
You know, you could save us a lot of time making the grand tour of the model agencies.
Okay, fellas.
It's just that I hate fingering someone who benched Mr.
Robb Evanhauer.
Paint yourself some crocodile tears.
Dancy.
Yale Courtland Dancy? They were living under the same roof.
Well, 30 seconds is all I need, doctor.
Okay, I'll wait for your call.
Is it Evanhauer? Coma.
Dancy? He's still not home, but he's got two shows at the Balladeer tonight.
We all met at the summit And agreed we'd arrived But at the gate They asked me who I was I said, "I am the Loch Ness monster A Scottish wetback A Mexican plum pudding A dam in the river of convention" I said to him, "I'm a cheater who prospered A cog in the system A Chinese smorgasbord A man who delivers dissension" I said "I'm a negative thinker Of that I am positive A killer who couldn't A killer who wouldn't A man who deserved your attention" Got it, baby.
I see you're back again, pretty.
Joey, lace me one eggnog, please.
You know, in 1964, Mr.
Dancy, I hitchhiked from Berkeley to listen to you right here.
A dash of masochism blighted your youth.
I was a primitive performer in those days, my friend.
No, no, you were good, even then.
You were quite a spellbinder.
The Wicked Witch of the North Beach would offer you one, but Lieutenant Stone, Inspector Keller.
We're looking for Genea, Mr.
Dancy.
What's a Genea? The sign outside says you do two shows tonight.
I sure hate to see you miss the second one.
1440 Fremont.
1440 Fremont.
- I thank you.
- My pleasure.
Mike.
Now, that was a joint he was smoking, wasn't it? Looked like one, smelled like one.
Well, now, are you finally getting a little soft in your old age? Why didn't you bust him? For what? - Possession of oregano? - Get out of here.
- 1440 Fremont.
- 1440 Fremont.
Yeah.
- It's a Chinese laundry.
- I see, I see.
It's a Chinese hand laundry.
Like the oregano, it's a put-on.
We've been had.
I know, I know we've been had, but why? - Where's Dancy? - He split.
What time is the second show? Well, there ain't gonna be one.
Can you guys keep it down? I don't wanna lose the rest of the house.
Well, where is he now? Well, I'm not sure.
You better get sure.
Come in, Lieutenant Stone, Inspector Keller.
I trust the grim and nerve-wracking aspects of your profession haven't dulled your sense of humor, my friends.
There's much to be said for Chinese laundries.
And oregano.
The Van Gogh is upside down.
I spend a good deal of time on my head.
Can I offer you anything? Information, of course, but maybe something reckless.
Five minutes' worth, where three human beings might just sit down and salve the ills of the world.
Mr.
Dancy, it's been a very, very long day.
Did Evanhauer fall or was he pushed? We never mentioned Evanhauer.
Come on, lieutenant.
The word's all over North Beach.
Genea's your prime suspect.
All we wanna do is talk to her, Mr.
Dancy.
Dancy, if I make it rhyme, will you understand that the sooner we locate this girl, the better off she is? Poets don't rhyme much anymore.
I don't even know if they reason.
The game is over.
I know it.
But I don't think you'll find her just now.
Not until she sorts things out for her own satisfaction.
We'll look.
Does she work? City of Paris.
Never misses a day.
Sorry you had to wait so long.
Police, right? - Yeah.
- Jungle Grapevine.
It's the first time in ages we had to show the entire collection.
I hope you weren't bored.
No, no, no, not at all, you see Well, actually this is the first time I've ever been to one of these.
Really? See anything you liked? Leading and tasteless.
No wonder models have the wrong kind of reputation.
That's all right.
Did you have to go to school to learn this job? Profession.
Paying a lot better than a graduate medical student makes his first few years.
You look a lot better than any medical student I've seen.
Thank you.
And I don't even know your name.
- I'm Inspector Keller.
- Inspector what Keller? - Steven.
- I like Steven better.
I've never heard the name Genea before.
My father invented it.
He has a way with words.
Now, wait a minute.
Is your father Yale Courtland Dancy? You didn't know? No, no.
Daughter is the one word that seems to have eluded the most extensive vocabulary in the seven Western states.
But here I am babbling away when you have the pressures of a great metropolis on your mind.
Yeah, we'd like to talk to you about an artist named Robb Evanhauer.
Somebody told me he fell out of his window.
Right.
We think you might be able to help us.
Sure.
Anything.
Downtown? - Please.
- Let's go.
Oh, Steve, you rattle me.
I'm strictly old tops and blue jeans.
Give me a few minutes to render unto Paris what is Paris'.
- Go ahead.
I'll meet you here.
- You better.
Excuse me.
Dr.
Ford.
I've been thinking.
If there are better facilities, specialists you would want to call in, anything at all that would help It's too late.
What? I'm sorry.
Hey, Joe.
Joe.
You have a patient named Robb Evanhauer.
I just told the lady, from amount of blood that he lost, skull fracture, internal hemorrhaging - He's dead? - Yeah.
Excuse me, Mike.
Excuse me.
Are you related to Mr.
Evanhauer? No.
I was just a friend.
Well, could you tell me how I could get in touch with his family? No, I'm sorry.
I couldn't.
Look, is this important? I'm Lieutenant Stone.
San Francisco Police.
We may ask for an autopsy.
Well, then it wasn't an accident? That's what we're trying to find out.
Joe.
Excuse me.
Joe.
What was the cause of death? Well, off of what I've seen, I'd say, the fall.
But it could have been a blow to the head.
Either way, homicide.
- You'll want an autopsy, then.
- As soon as we can get permission.
Say, that lady.
Has she been here all the time? I think so.
Who is she? Well, she said she was a friend.
From the turnout, he didn't have many.
Thanks, Joe.
- Where's she? Where's the girl? - Chinese laundry again.
I lost her.
- Oh, how? - She psyched me out.
Psyched you out.
She made such a number on me, you're not gonna believe.
We'll find her, Mike, she's only an assault suspect.
You're wrong.
Evanhauer just died.
We're into murder.
Well, I got something.
Her last name's Dancy.
- Genea Dancy? - Right.
Ingenuity runs in that family.
Well, let's see if she can outwit an APB.
Come on.
You know, Mike, I'm sorry, but I don't see her as a murder suspect.
- She's really charmed you, huh? - Now, look.
Wait a minute.
Evanhauer was a hotheaded, lousy artist, right? Owed a lot of people money.
Big in the ladies' department.
A brawler when he drank.
I'm telling you, half the phone directory was out to get him.
- Motive? - Crime of passion.
Somebody lost their cool and rammed that plaster abstract right through Evanhauer's skull.
- Somebody but not Genea Dancy.
- Ah, Mike Let's just say, all right, that I'm taking a chapter out of your book, you call it a hunch, instinct, anything you want, but I don't think she did it.
Okay, buddy boy, let's say it was somebody else.
I still wanna know why she ran.
Yeah.
- Four-ten.
- Not in.
- You the manager? - I'm the keeper of the peace.
Good.
That makes three of us.
That don't say search warrant.
That says search warrant.
Ain't locked.
Never is.
Sea of tranquility.
She ran, but not here.
- What about the luggage? - Looks like it's all here.
Look for the earring.
Corrigan covered every inch of her studio.
Didn't find a thing.
I think whoever had it dumped it in the bay.
- Call in.
Get us a stakeout.
- Right.
Hi, this is Keller.
Is Hassejian there, please? - Do you want some advice? - What? Stick to mug shots.
Hi, Norm.
Listen, we're at 410 Filbert, apartment 960.
It's leased by Genea Dancy.
Female, black, age 22.
Put a stakeout on it for us, will you? Right.
Thanks a lot.
What? Well, that car wasn't there before.
Read the license.
- C-A-S-S-E-Y.
- Cassey.
Well, is that something important? I don't know.
Come on, let's find Dancy.
Pigeons on the grass, alas.
Have faith, they'll come.
You both look like you lost something.
We have.
Your daughter.
I lost her first.
Evanhauer died.
I heard.
Find her, Dancy.
Find her before we do.
The hours you keep, and all those bad neighborhoods.
- I worry about you.
- What did you get on that stakeout? Last report, no sign of the lady.
You got a Rembrandt van Savinu in the outer lobby.
He was supposed to be here at 2:00.
- It's 3 now.
- Tell him he's late and send him in.
You never asked me, lieutenant.
I mean, it's no secret.
Some of the best people have records.
Fourteen plain drunk, seven D & D, three assaults and two of those assaults were on Robb Evanhauer.
I told you, he's a lousy painter.
- Was a lousy painter.
- He died a few hours ago.
I'll sketch him some flowers.
Where were you when Evanhauer went through the window? Where you found me.
People didn't see you there until later.
Maybe I slept in.
Can you prove that? Luckily, yeah.
Maybe you were trying to thin out the competition.
Look, lieutenant, don't try to Hold on to your easel, Savinu, and just give us the names to work on.
What names? People he was seeing, artists, models, somebody who owed him money, anything.
I told you, I only knew the guy from brawls in bars.
That's where I heard names.
You know, conquests.
He was the type who put a notch in his easel every time he scored.
Names.
Irene, Vicki, Genea, Lois, Cassandra, Michael.
That was a girl named Michael.
I don't know, man, that's all I know.
That's all.
Thank you, Savinu.
Stay in town, and please, please now, don't drip any paint on our sidewalks.
Oh, I thought this might be a friendly call, so l - Well, it's kind of a gift.
- We can't take gifts.
Then throw it away.
How did you know I wanted to see you? I'm the seventh son of a seventh daughter.
Surveillance on Dancy says he's still moving.
- Okay.
We're rolling.
- I love it.
Yeah.
You laugh.
In New Guinea, a pig is sacred.
I'm retiring to New Guinea.
Well, before you retire, will you please check this through? Yeah, DMV? Sergeant Hassejian, San Francisco Homicide.
I need the make on a personalized plate.
Yeah.
C-A-S-S-E-Y.
That's right, Cassey.
Whenever I gave your mother a hard time, I always found her here.
I remember.
You miss her? Yes.
But I'm glad she's not here to see me now.
Poor Mama.
I had no right to either of you.
Agreed.
We're both older.
We're both wiser.
You want me to forgive you for ignoring me? All we have is each other.
What's the matter, Yale? Getting old? Getting lonely? Afraid there will be grandchildren you won't even know about? If my reasons for wanting you back are selfish, and I suppose they are, all I can do is apologize and promise amends.
Sorry, Daddy.
No sale.
Genea.
Robb Evanhauer died.
Oh, no.
The law has been coming on to me like you did it.
What do you think? Where did you get that? Your daughter asked you a question, Dancy.
We'd like to hear the answer.
I saw it in Evanhauer's studio.
Just after Just after I launched him through his window into the gutter where he belonged.
All right, Mr.
Dancy.
You've waived your right to an attorney.
The tape recorder is rolling.
State your name, please.
Yale Courtland Dancy.
Occupation? Writer.
Poet.
Two-bit philosopher.
And former father.
Were you acquainted with an artist named Robb Evanhauer? I was.
What was your relationship to him? He was my enemy.
As a man, as an artist, as a suitor to my daughter.
And you were against him seeing your daughter.
Of course.
He was a crass bumbler, whose brush went down for the count every time it hit the canvas.
Genea is royalty.
A thing apart.
- She is unique.
- Like her father.
Me, lieutenant? I'm a beam in God's radiance, but my batteries are running low.
Before the power failure, Mr.
Dancy, in detail, describe the fight you had with Evanhauer on the day you claim you went to his studio.
It began when I saw the earrings on a table.
I'd bought them for Genea.
When he denied that Genea had been there, I picked them up and I was waving them at him.
My proof that he was lying.
His hand reached out after I hit him.
Clutching, he must have grabbed one.
- You're lying.
- No, I am not.
You took the pieces, put them together and trumped up this story to protect Genea because you know she sent him through that window.
That's the lie.
Why, you're an intelligent man, but you confess without a lawyer? - Because I intend to defend myself.
- Against what? I'm not holding you.
Get his daughter.
All right.
All right, I'll tell you.
I'll tell you how it happened.
Why it happened.
Evanhauer was a dichotomous man, parading his passions on both sides of the street.
Unfortunately, I caught him at it.
You're losing me, Dancy.
How clear do I have to make it? Clearer than that.
Evanhauer and I had a homosexual relationship.
And, gentlemen, I swear by all the fibers in my being that if Genea learns of this, I'll dedicate the rest of my life to killing you both.
What about the earring? Certain things should be obvious, my friends, like a trout in the milk.
The earring, Mr.
Dancy.
I gave them to him.
Gentlemen, my shame is not because of my relationship.
It's because of my deceit in concealing it.
If she'd know all along, Genea would have been more tolerant.
But for her to find out now, she'd never forgive me.
And she is all I have.
Art.
Book him.
Yale.
Yale, why? Oh, Daddy.
Genea, it wasn't something he planned.
We're sure of that.
It just It happened.
It's almost like an accident.
You know something, Steve Keller? For a human being, you're really a nice guy.
What did you get on that Cassey plate? Cassey for Cassandra.
Cassandra for Cassandra Lauritzen.
- Cassandra Lauritzen for - For Mr.
Harold Lauritzen? That's the one.
The judge's wife.
Why the courthouse? Because I called the home, and the maid said Mrs.
Lauritzen was with the judge.
Now, wait a minute.
Wait Wait just a minute.
Do we not already have a confessed killer? I pulled the file on Yale Dancy while they were booking him.
Thirty-eight bookings on D & D.
He drinks and gets crazy.
Thirty-three of those bookings were with women and the other five he was alone.
Now does that spell queen to you? No.
Yale Dancy is a Don Juan.
A Lothario, Romeo, and one gosh darn good liar.
What about the earring? Now you got me.
That's the one that bothers me.
That and Cassandra Lauritzen's car parked in front of Genea's apartment.
Well, I don't see any connection.
You never met Judge Lauritzen's child bride? Nope.
Well, she's a very plain lady, married to a guy old enough to be her grandfather.
All right.
Let's say she's into charity work.
She goes to one of these benefits, meets a young, good-looking painter.
He begins to hustle her.
And when she realized she's been hustled and sees Evanhauer with somebody like Genea Dancy, she hits him with the first thing she can grab.
I don't know, Mike, I think you're reaching.
Oh, no, no, no.
It's beginning to feel pretty good to me.
There's a lady with something on her mind.
- Something's bothering her, all right.
- Conscience, maybe.
- Wanna get her now? - No, sir, not here.
If I'm wrong, I don't wanna hear about it right here in front of the courthouse.
Okay.
Funny.
What? They live in Pacific Heights, and she's heading for the Embarcadero.
Now? No, no.
Just hang with her.
You know, Mike, there's still something you haven't told me.
What was she doing in Genea's neighborhood yesterday? Let's start with Dancy.
All right.
If he didn't kill Evanhauer, where do you get the earring? Well, we know it wasn't from Genea's apartment.
- Why not? - Because we were there.
So was C-A-S-S-E-Y.
The judge's wife.
And Dancy came later, after Cassey left it for someone else to find.
Stay with her.
- Let's say that it all fits, right? - Right.
She has the earring in her hand when she cracks Evanhauer over the head with that statue.
Now, what happened to the earring? Dumps it in the bay, or plants it on the girl she's jealous of.
Welcome back, buddy boy.
Ferry Building.
Oh, man.
Sorry.
Okay.
She can't get far.
Come on, move it.
Hey, hold it.
Let me see.
"I can't excuse what I did and neither But he blackmailed me, forgive" Mike, she's going in the bay.
Go ahead, but take it easy.
Cassandra Lauritzen? Leave me alone.
It's not gonna solve anything, ma'am.
And maybe you ought to let your husband know about this, instead of judging yourself? You had no right to take that.
We would have found out about it sooner or later.
This way, nobody else has to know about it.
You can't bury what I did.
What I am.
I'm nothing to him now.
We met at the hospital, remember? I didn't mean to do it.
I didn't mean to do it.
I didn't go there to kill him.
We know that.
Hi-ho, the merry-o The charmer's in the cell What does this mean? What it means, Mr.
Dancy, is that we can prove a woman killed Robb Evanhauer.
Do you have any idea what you've accomplished with this dreary and dogged detection? Do you? No, sir.
I don't.
Well, you've stripped me of the one decent thing I could do for my daughter.
You have erased the noble gesture, nullified the act.
You put her in here and so help me Okay, okay, Dancy.
You didn't do it.
She didn't do it.
Go home.
You hackneyed old ham.
You phony.
You flagrant fraud.
I cried my eyes out thinking you'd be spending the rest of your life behind bars.
Now I find out you'll only be leaning on them.
Hold on.
Have a little respect.
After all, I'm a published poet, I'm a man of letters.
Who's selling who short? You're my father.
Come on.
They deserve each other.
- Ah, come on, they love each other.
- Yeah.
It's obvious, like What was that line he said? "A trout in the milk.
" Beautiful.
Really beautiful.
- You like that line? - Yeah.
Well, that ain't Dancy.
That's Thoreau.
- Come on.
- Henry David Thoreau.
That's where Yale Courtland Dancy stole that line.
You can't let this job stifle your mind, buddy boy.
You gotta keep yourself free, easy for cultural pursuits, you know? That's right.
Good reading, good music.
Bowling.
But you, that's all you think of is women.