The Streets of San Francisco (1972) s02e23 Episode Script

Hello, Roger.
How's the game? Fine, Terence.
Haven't seen the Medusa, have you? If you mean Etta, she's probably somewhere, staying out of your way.
Really, my dear? I don't think you want to talk to me that way.
I don't think she wants to talk to you at all.
That's not very kind of you, Roger.
Or very wise, considering what we both know about You struck me.
Oh, you're lucky you're such a twerp.
Otherwise, I'd flatten that nose of yours so you couldn't poke it in where it doesn't belong.
He actually slapped me, Joseph.
You saw.
A simple misunderstanding, sir, I'm certain, nothing more.
- There will be more.
A lot more.
- Not this evening, sir.
- Well, I have to see Etta.
- That won't be this evening either, sir.
Well, why not? Where is she? Mr.
Aubrey, sir, you are in no condition to speak with anyone of position at the moment.
Least of all, Etta Randolph.
All right, all right, Joseph, you're a good man.
You know, that relic from the Barbary Coast doesn't know what she has in you.
- My car.
- I think not.
I have a taxicab waiting for you, Mr.
Aubrey.
It looked as though you might be needing one.
Oh, that's very good of you.
I'll have your car delivered in the morning, sir.
Taxi.
1212 Adams, please.
Oh, no, no, no.
What time is it? Precisely 13 minutes to 12, sir.
Precisely.
Well, that's precisely too early for me.
You take me to the Crown Room.
You tell Etta to call me tomorrow at noon.
Precisely.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Drive on.
You.
What do you think you're doing here? You have no right to be here.
- Hi.
- Morning, lieutenant.
- Yeah.
- Who is he? Name's Terence Aubrey, publisher.
Terence Aubrey.
- You know who found him? - Inside, guy named Osborne.
He shares the apartment.
Any idea when it happened? Neighbor thinks he heard a shot about 2:30.
He said he thought it came from the outside, a backfire or something.
The place is really torn apart inside.
Looks like a burglary.
You've got it all figured.
So why did you roust us out of bed? Mike, I think a small caliber.
Thirty-two, maybe.
I'll check it.
Somebody was expecting him as soon as he opened the door.
Mr.
Osborne.
Lieutenant Stone, Homicide.
You found the body? Yes.
Wanna tell me about it? Well, I was out of town this evening on business.
And when I came back What time was that? Oh, about 3 or 3:15.
Anybody else have a key besides you and Mr.
Aubrey? Oh, no.
No one that I know of, no.
- No one at all, huh? - No.
Thought I recognized his name.
This is Aubrey's mag.
Favored Few.
Read this, you'll know there is to know about San Francisco's bluest bloods.
Or dirty laundry.
Editorial office is on Kearny.
Maybe we ought to have it secured.
What do you think? Scandal sheet? Aubrey comes in, finds an intruder? What do you make of this? "Etta's at 10:00.
" So who's Etta? Well, there's only one Etta I know in San Francisco.
Etta Morris Randolph.
She was maybe, oh, 16 when old John J.
Randolph found her in a chorus line.
One of those old places on the Barbary Coast.
He was in his 60s.
And he died happy.
Yeah, well, I should hope so.
And she inherited a bundle.
A lot of money, that's right.
How come you know so much about her? I read the papers.
So do I.
Yeah, well, she's never been too big on the sports page.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Can I help you? Yes.
Are you Mrs.
Randolph? No.
I'm Miss Randolph.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
That's all right.
It happens all the time.
If you want to see Granny, you'll have to see Joseph.
And who is Joseph? He is Granny's major-domo.
Joseph.
Joseph.
Yes, Miss Julia? They want to see Granny.
Oh, I'm afraid that's not possible.
Police? This way, gentlemen.
If you'll wait right here, I'll announce you.
Thank you.
Not bad.
If you like this sort of thing.
Hi, Mommy.
My mother's not feeling well.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Granny doesn't usually have visitors before noon.
If she yells, just don't pay any attention.
We won't.
The madam will see you now.
Thanks for the tip.
Come in, boys.
Joseph, you lied to me.
They're beautiful.
I love policemen.
What's your problem? This is Lieutenant Stone, madam.
- Lieutenant.
- And I'm Inspector Keller.
Well, things are looking up at city hall.
Thank you, Joseph.
Oh, just a second.
- You were at the party last night? - Yes, sir.
Then I think you'd better stay.
I assure you, it was a very orderly bash.
I'm sure it was.
But what happened to one of your guests afterwards wasn't.
We understand a Mr.
Terence Aubrey was invited.
Not hardly.
I wouldn't invite that little worm to my funeral.
But he was here.
Insufferably.
He suffered a little himself last night.
He's in the morgue this morning.
Terence is dead? That's right.
Joseph, lace my tomato juice.
That sort of news calls for a celebration.
Well, it sounds like the two of you were not very close.
That's no secret.
But I didn't kill the little weasel.
Nobody said he was killed.
Of course somebody killed him, and long overdue too.
Well, then, maybe you can give us a name.
I can give you a whole list.
Joseph, where's my copy of the social register? Just like that, huh? You'd better believe it, baby.
Terence Aubrey was the bottom of the barrel.
No.
That dreary little cipher made his living off other people's miseries.
Blackmail? That's how he kept that yellow rag of his alive.
He'd find something unprintable about somebody and then offer not to print it if they'd buy a couple of hundred subscriptions.
Did he ever try to blackmail you? He tried.
He threatened to reveal my lurid past.
Sure, I was a chorus girl, and no better than I should have been either.
But what he didn't know is I was proud of my past.
Still am.
So I sent him a magnum of champagne.
I told him to go ahead and print it.
He never forgave me.
But he never messed with me again either.
So you don't know who did it.
No clues, no leads, no grubby little fingerprints? No, nothing.
By any chance, do you know what time he left your party? I haven't the foggiest notion.
Mr.
Aubrey left at approximately a quarter of 12, madam.
I called a taxi for him.
Is that when the party ended? I'd be in lots better shape this morning if it had.
What time did we close the place down, Joseph? The last guest left about 3:00, madam.
Terence Aubrey left at a quarter to 12? Are you sure he left all that free liquor so early? He had overindulged, madam.
As usual.
I thought it best.
You asked him to leave? Well What, did something happen? It was nothing, really.
Why don't you tell us anyhow? He had a slight altercation with Mr.
Maxwell.
- With Roger? - Yes, madam.
They had words.
Mr.
Maxwell slapped him.
That was all.
Good for him.
I didn't think old Roger had it in him.
Is that the Mr.
Maxwell who's? Head of the Merchant Bank.
And a real softie.
He wouldn't kill a fly.
Someone apparently did.
Do you happen to have the guest list from last night? Joseph will give it to you.
Anything else, boys? Oh, we'll keep in touch if there is.
Anytime.
Like I said, I love policemen.
Here are the lists, lieutenant.
Two hundred and twenty of the very best people.
Joseph, how many of these people would you say bought subscriptions the hard way? I'd say about half, sir.
He was busy, wasn't he? Well, even the very best people have their little secrets.
Yeah, well, maybe this time, he came up with something that wasn't so little.
You check out Aubrey's last stand? Randolph said he went directly to the Crown Room.
Seven or eight drinks later, he caught a cab, went directly home, arriving at 2:30.
No trouble en route.
What about the car? Parking attendant delivered it this morning.
Keys were in it all night.
Which means anybody could have borrowed it, driven it to Aubrey's, killed him, then came back.
Which means we still got 220 suspects.
Two hundred and nineteen.
I checked out Aubrey's roommate.
Osborne.
He was in Sacramento like he said.
What about Maxwell, the slapper? Well, I was just gonna go to see him.
Do you know that he sits on the boards of five companies? Yeah, take a look.
Here it is, five companies.
Steve, why don't you go to Terence Aubrey's editorial office and see what you could find? - Any special names? - Yeah.
Somebody who can afford to pay $50,000 in a cleaning bill.
You got his bank account? Here.
Five months, five deposits.
Each one $10,000 in cash.
Over and above the normal deposit.
Maybe 50 grand would be worth killing for.
What do you say? Five monthly withdrawals of $5,000 each.
He's a big spender or he's got a partner.
What do you think? Double-cross? I'm beginning to think there are more reasons to kill Aubrey than we have suspects.
Oh, listen, I put a lock on that door.
Here's the key.
- There.
- Okay, I'll see you.
Yeah.
Oh, it's your set.
- Mr.
Maxwell.
- Yes? - Lieutenant Stone? - That's right.
My wife, Louise.
Louise, Lieutenant Stone.
- Hello.
- He works for the police department.
I assume this has to do with Terence Aubrey.
Yes, it does.
And I understand that last night the two of you had something going on there.
Well, I slapped him in the face, if that's what you mean.
I should have decked him.
Now, if that little scum wants to press charges-- No, no, no, he won't be doing that.
He's dead.
Dead? Someone shot him last night.
Oh, my God.
Killed him? But why? Well, I was hoping you could tell me.
Why did you slap him? Well, according to your book, lieutenant, he was drunk and disorderly.
According to mine, he was completely out of line.
Did he try to sell you a block of subscriptions? Now look, Stone.
I don't intend to answer any more questions.
You can speak to my attorneys if you like.
Roger.
I think, under the circumstances, we owe the lieutenant the truth.
- I was buying the subscriptions.
- Oh, Louise.
It was our one and only separate vacation.
Two years ago.
A beach boy in Barbados.
It seemed a small price to pay to keep a cheap moment private.
So why the slap? Well, I told you, he'd been coming on real strong.
He asked us if we'd seen Mrs.
Randolph, and we told him no, we hadn't seen her all evening.
Then he grabbed my arm, I slapped him.
It's as simple as that.
You hadn't seen Mrs.
Randolph? No.
She was upstairs, I suppose.
Poor Joanna wasn't feeling well.
- "Poor Joanna"? - That's her daughter.
She hasn't been right since her marriage.
A bad one.
She married her chauffeur.
Marriages like that are complete disasters.
It's better to go to Barbados, especially if you're involved with somebody like Reed.
- Reed? - John Reed.
Her husband.
If Joanna is sick, it's only because of him.
What do you mean, sick? Well, I don't mean to gossip.
Well, there has been talk of drugs, but nobody seems to know the whole story.
Except Joanna.
And her mother.
And maybe Terence Aubrey.
Lieutenant, my husband didn't kill Terence, and neither did Joanna.
And as for Etta, well, she might call him out and horsewhip him, but she wouldn't waste a good bullet.
Okay.
Okay, thank you very much.
I'm sorry I interrupted your game.
- Goodbye.
- No problem.
Inspectors 81 to Headquarters.
Inspectors 81.
Ten-four.
Any messages? Inspectors 81, we've been advised Inspector Keller has been injured and is at Central Emergency.
- Will you respond? - Ten-four, I'm on my way.
Okay, to your right.
Okay, you can get up now.
- Is he all right, doc? - Yeah, a few cuts and a bruised ego.
If I were you, I'd take it easy for a day or so.
Well, I think you should tell that to the lieutenant.
I learned one thing in the Army.
I never tell anything to lieutenants.
- I'm telling you.
- Okay.
- See you later.
- All right, thanks a lot, doc.
He's right, you don't look too good.
Come on, I'll drive you home.
- Give me that.
- Thank you.
- Oh, man.
- Here.
- You're okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- You sure? - I'm sure.
Okay.
Easy, easy.
- Nothing bothers you? - No, nothing.
Okay, now tell me what happened? - You wanna hear it step by step? - Step by step.
Okay, I go up to Aubrey's office.
I find the lock on the door has been broken.
So I bop on in, and what do I find? A fire in the wastebasket.
I go to put it out, somebody hits me over the head.
By the time I get it together, the guy's halfway down to his car.
- Did you get a good look at him? - Yeah, a good shot of his tailpipes.
- Good driver? - Professional.
Like a chauffeur, maybe.
- You got something in mind? - Yeah.
Come on, let's check out Aubrey's files.
I got a hunch.
Come on, let's go.
Look under the R's.
For Randolph? For Reed.
It's the only one that's not there.
Bingo.
John Reed.
Recognize him? - Could be.
- "John Vincent Reed.
" He's married to, or was, to Mrs.
Randolph's daughter.
Before that, he was her chauffeur, and before that, a professional stock-car racer.
Aubrey kept a complete file.
How about this? "Convicted: Possession of narcotics, Phoenix, 1961.
Arrested: Same offense, Seattle, '64 and '65.
And wanted for suspicion of sale and distribution, '68.
No conviction.
" Sounds like a real junkie.
Well, that fits too.
Here's the Randolph file.
It's been cleaned out, but there's a few notes.
One of a little girl.
"Julia Reed, born 4-13-'66.
Saint Mary's Hospital.
" Heroin addiction.
Mother was addicted while she was carrying.
Yep.
- Anything else? - Something about legal papers.
"Draw legal complaint, hold for file.
" Call Narco, see if they can come up with Reed's address.
And then find out who did Aubrey's legal work.
And I'm gonna take Mrs.
Etta Morris Randolph.
I could shoot the eyebrows out of a gnat when I was 15.
And I still can.
I believe you.
Look, lieutenant, I was sweet and charming with you this morning.
But then, you were in my parlor.
Now you're in my trophy room.
So, what do you want? I wanna talk to your daughter.
- Sorry, she's ill.
- I know that.
And I know how ill she's been.
You have been busy, haven't you? Pretty busy.
For instance, I know that five months ago, you cashed in $50,000 worth of securities.
And every month since then, you've been withdrawing $10,000 in cash.
May I ask why? I needed pocket money.
Oh, that's an awful lot of pocket money.
Depends on the kind of pants you're wearing.
Yeah, I guess you've got something there.
Aubrey's been blackmailing you, hasn't he? You've been paying him off to keep your daughter's addiction out of his dirty mail.
You know, I keep trying to like you, lieutenant.
But you're making it very difficult.
Well, then, maybe I'd better go to your daughter and talk to her.
No.
Mrs.
Randolph, I'm investigating a murder.
I heard that this morning.
I hadn't heard you suspected my daughter.
I could go for a subpoena.
I see.
All right.
Last night, while some nice civic-minded citizen was killing Terence Aubrey, my daughter was under a doctor's care.
His name is Anthony Carson, if you'd care to verify it.
I may do that.
And where were you last night? You know, I could have you fired for even asking that question.
That still doesn't answer it.
No.
And I don't intend to.
Joseph.
Stay out of my affairs, lieutenant, or I just might have your badge.
Is that understood? Yes, ma'am.
Now, you understand me.
I don't work for you.
I work for all the people in the city of San Francisco.
And right now, my job is to find out who killed Terence Aubrey.
If you don't wanna help me, that's fine.
But don't fight me.
Because there's no way you'll win.
Lieutenant.
I was gonna have Joseph show you, but I think you know where you can go.
Excuse me.
- I'm looking for Joe Reed.
- He's not here.
- Do you know when he'll be back? - Who knows.
But he works here, doesn't he? Yeah, when he's not stoned.
You know where I can find him? Wherever he can get a fix.
The guy was looking bad when he left.
Thank you for all the help.
Hey, nothing against you.
But the guy tried to turn my sister on, you know? I don't have much to do with him.
Okay, if he comes on by, give me a call, will you? Sure.
Is she still on drugs? No.
So, what happened last night? Lieutenant, one answer does not necessarily lead to another.
You know I'm not at liberty to discuss my patients.
I know.
I know that.
She's such a lovely girl too.
But I've got a murder to solve.
If I have to pull her in to give her to the DA, I'm gonna do that.
Now, can she take the pressure? No, she's not that stable.
Lieutenant, she is not involved.
I put her under sedation last night at 8:00.
She would have been sound asleep by midnight.
Did you bandage her wrist? I happened to see her this morning.
Her left arm was bandaged.
Doc.
I can smell suicide.
All right, lieutenant.
Then you also know how emotionally weak she still is.
And how she could be harmed with any more pressure.
What I don't know is what set her off last night.
And what I'm thinking might involve murder.
Joanna.
Mother, I have to talk to John.
You are not going anywhere.
And certainly not anywhere near John Reed.
Don't you understand? He wants Julia.
He wants to take her away from me.
No, he doesn't.
He wants money.
- Now, come on, give me your coat.
- No.
I have to see him.
If he files the papers-- But he won't.
That was all Terence's idea.
Darling, believe me.
They cannot hurt you anymore.
It's all over.
What do you mean? That's not important right now.
What's important is for you to get well.
I want you to come upstairs and lie down.
Doctor said-- You bought them off.
You paid them what they wanted.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I'm so ashamed about everything.
I was afraid you weren't going to do it.
Honey, some people you never pay off.
Especially people like Terence Aubrey.
A leech like that, once he gets hold of you, he never lets go.
You didn't pay them? No.
And you won't have to either.
Mother, I can't fight like you.
Not in court.
Yes, you can.
In court, in the street.
In the gutter, if you have to.
Did you call the police? Is that why they were here? Terence Aubrey was killed last night.
The police thought I might know something about it.
Killed? Yes.
So you see, you won't have to worry anymore.
How did he die? He deserved to die.
Let's leave it at that.
- Madam.
- Yes, Joseph, what is it? Mr.
Reed, madam, in the music room.
Get out of my house.
Hey, hey, take it easy, will you? I just came by to see my little girl.
Where is she? At school, where she belongs.
Why don't go back to wherever you belong? Hey, wait a minute, she's my daughter, you know.
I got a right to visit her.
You sold all your rights.
No, no, no, I don't think so.
As a matter of fact, I wanted to talk to you about that because-- Hello, Joe.
Goodbye, Joe.
Goodbye.
- John.
- Let me handle this, Joanna.
Hey, now, just wait a minute, okay? Before you blast off, okay? Now, I know what you're thinking.
But I had nothing to do with these papers and that is gospel.
You're a bloody liar.
Okay, look.
Okay.
I sold Aubrey some bad news and we split the action.
But, I mean, hey, look, I got a need, you know.
I mean, hey, Jo, you know how it is.
I mean Look, as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with the old deal.
I'll still keep quiet, I promise I will.
The old deal is dead, and so will you be if you ever try to squeeze another penny out of us.
I mean it, Reed.
Now, get out.
Hey, baby.
Hey, look, look.
Hey, baby, I owe the man, baby.
I mean, I can't talk to her, you can, and Hey, look, baby, I owe the man, you know.
I need help.
I need help.
You always will, Johnny.
Do you want me to use these, huh? Is that what you want? You want me to use these? You do what you have to do.
And so will I.
I'm gonna use these.
That's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna use them.
May I help you? Well, I sure hope so.
I understand your firm handles the legal work for a Mr.
Terence Aubrey, a publisher.
Yes, The Favored Few.
That would be Mr.
Osborne.
- Osborne.
- Yes, Edmund Osborne.
He's handled Mr.
Aubrey's affairs for years.
Well, could I talk to him, please? Well, he didn't come in today.
He said he wasn't feeling well.
- Perhaps I could find-- - No, that's okay, it's all right.
Thank you very much.
Get an ambulance.
Yeah, that's right, baby.
She's with me.
She's She's having a great time too.
- Johnny.
- He's lying.
Give me the phone.
Joseph, where's Julia? Reed went to the school.
He told them that Julia was staying with him this weekend.
Oh, no.
Reed.
Hello, Mama.
I thought you weren't talking to me anymore.
You bring her back here at once.
No, no, no.
I don't come crawling to you anymore.
You come to me.
And this time, you bring a whole different attitude about what I am worth.
Or maybe next time my daughter and me have a little visit, she learns a lot more about what her old man does.
And she learns firsthand.
You dig? I'll kill you, Reed.
Hey, there's no need for that kind of talk, Mama.
Oh, look, you know how easy I am to buy, right? So why don't you just bring some money along instead and write me off for good? Say maybe a hundred thousand dollars? By 5:00.
Joanna knows where.
Otherwise, I'm sure I'm gonna be seeing a lot more of my little girl than I have been lately.
Mother, what is it? What is it? Just a moment.
I think we'd better have a talk inside.
You too.
Not now, please.
You don't understand.
Lieutenant Stone.
I would advise you to stay out of our affairs.
I told you before-- We're gonna talk right now, either here or downtown.
- Madam, I think it best-- - Joseph, be quiet.
Mother, we've got less than an hour.
I'll give you five minutes.
It will take longer than five minutes, Mrs.
Randolph.
I want you to tell me everything you know about John Reed.
Mother, tell him.
He's got Julia.
He wants a hundred thousand dollars.
We have to go pick it up now and get it to him by 5:00.
What, he kidnapped her? No, he is her father.
She wanted to go with him.
She'll wanna go with him again and we can't stop her.
So you were gonna give him the money? We have no choice.
He's an addict, and he always will be.
I don't want him around my granddaughter.
Not after what he did to Joanna.
I don't want the same thing to happen to her.
- Where were you gonna meet him? - A park, near where we used to live.
McLaren Park.
Police.
Hold it.
Look, I had a deal with Aubrey, right? It was sweet too.
Till his roommate got into it.
- Who's that, Osborne? - Yeah.
He's the one who drew up those papers and put my name on it.
"Demanding custody of Julia on the grounds her natural mother, a heroin addict, was unfit.
" Yeah, I had nothing to do with those papers.
I didn't know nothing about them until I found them in Aubrey's office.
Yeah, what were you doing there? Oh, come on, I mean, when I read Aubrey's name in the papers, I figured I better get my name out of his files.
I mean Listen, I just wanted out of the whole scam, you know.
So they cut you out for a hundred thousand dollars? That's right.
Tell me something.
How did they know they could collect without you? Oh, come on, that old dame.
I mean, she's crazy about my kid.
She'd do anything.
You wanna know who killed Aubrey, why don't you find out where she was last night, huh? His alibi checks.
Woman's name, address.
He was stoned out of his skull all night.
Even the neighbors complained.
Oh, you see that? I'm innocent.
I am innocent.
Innocent.
- You are innocent.
- Yeah.
Do you know what, my friend? I'm gonna nail you for everything and anything you ever did.
Art, come in here.
Take him downstairs.
Hey, I didn't do nothing.
You're innocent.
You're innocent, I know that.
You ready for some more bad news? Yeah, what's that? Coroner's report verifies that Aubrey was killed with a .
32 caliber automatic.
Now, I checked with gun registration, and Mrs.
Randolph, she owns a .
32 caliber.
And she could shoot the eyes out of a gnat when she was 15.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I just can't see her killing anybody.
Well, Aubrey's accounted for.
He's dead.
Osborne was in Sacramento.
Joanna was sedated and Reed was stoned.
I know.
I know.
And that leaves Etta Morris Randolph.
That will be all, Joseph.
I'd like him to stay.
I'm too tired to argue, lieutenant.
And anyway, I've learned it doesn't pay.
I suppose Reed told you everything.
Yes, he did.
So how can I help? - Mrs.
Randolph, do you own a gun? - Yes.
May we see it, please? I haven't the slightest idea where it is.
We have a search warrant, Mrs.
Randolph.
Then search.
And we also have a warrant for your arrest.
For the murder of Terence Aubrey.
Lieutenant, you're making a very big mistake.
Sorry, but I don't think so.
You love your granddaughter very much, don't you? Of course I do.
You just heard that Terence Aubrey was going to take her away from you.
No.
Not from her.
From me.
Because of my addiction.
Lieutenant, my mother couldn't have killed anyone.
I know that because she was with me.
Because I tried to commit suicide.
Thank you, Joanna, but they know that.
I don't think you could've known where your mother was at 2:30.
Because a doctor had put you to sleep.
Will you show us the gun now? No.
- Why not? - I destroyed it.
Mrs.
Randolph.
I suggest you call your attorney.
Why? I killed Terence, and I'm proud of it.
No, Morrie.
Shut up, Joe.
Just shut up.
No.
She didn't kill him, lieutenant.
I did.
I just couldn't stand by to watch you take your own life because of that parasite Aubrey.
I knew your mother wouldn't pay him, and she was right.
But he had to be silenced, so So I shot him.
Joe.
Oh, Joe.
After all these years, why did you have to pick a time like this to start talking too much? You know the answer to that, Morrie.
Mr.
Francis, you do know you have the right to remain silent.
Thank you, inspector, I know all that.
Thank you very much.
How, Joseph? Did you use his car? Lieutenant, people like me are hyper-visible.
We're always there.
So much so that even when we're not, people think we are.
I knew he wasn't going straight home.
So I know I'd have plenty of time to greet him when he arrived.
Did you mean to kill him? I don't know that, really.
Perhaps I just meant scare him.
I only know that when he walked through that door and started to talk, I hated him so much, I just-- That's something the district attorney will have to prove in court.
And he's gonna have a devil of a time doing it.
They're not gonna take you away from me.
Not ever.
They might, Morrie, they might.
But at least Julia's safe now.
I just wanted to keep it all out of the papers.
I failed you, Morrie.
I'm sorry.
Joe, in all these years you have never failed me in anything.
Morrie.
Look, I've I think we should go.
I'm not one for scenes.
I'm sorry.
For 30 years, the darned fool has refused to marry me.
He said it wouldn't look right.
If you don't think I'm not gonna put up one whale of a fight for the man I love, you've got another thing coming.
You know what I think? I think you're quite a woman.
- Steve.
- Yeah? Someone left these at the front desk for you and Mike.
What? Okay.
Thanks a lot, Bill.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- Hey.
- What do you got? I don't know.
Here.
"Compliments of Etta Morris Randolph.
" - Wristwatch.
- Must have gotten one too.
It's got an inscription on it.
Oh, man.
Look at this.
- You seen my glasses anywhere? - No.
I can't make it out.
Will you read it for me? Yeah.
"To Lieutenant Michael Stone.
In appreciation of 23 years of faithful service.
" Here, give me that.
Let me see that.
"To Inspector Steven Keller.
In appreciation of three years of faithful service.
" You know what one of these jobbies costs? Yeah, I know what they cost.
And they're going back.
Why? This isn't a bribe.
No, it's not a bribe.
It's a message.
What? A message.
You've never seen a guy receive a gold watch, have you? In appreciation for his faithful service? - What, for retirement? - That's right, retirement.
I'm not retiring.
Yeah, I know that.
But I think Mrs.
Etta Morris Randolph is trying to tell us something.