The Streets of San Francisco · Season 1
There's a story by Ernest Hemingway...
Stories. What's this with stories? Does nothing real ever happen to you?
It's called "The Killers." It's about a man named Swede. He's being chased by killers. He's running... the way you're running from the police.
[When Stone stops to buy a newspaper] Checking the box scores?
Yeah. If Chris knows anything about this Anthony kid, that'll make it a shutout, won't it?
Yeah, old ink fingers, three; fuzz, zip.
I take it personally every time a Maggie Ames gets chopped down. Mike, how much good is there left in this world? And how many people are there trying to help what little there is left? You pull Maggie's columns, any one of them, see how she looked at life, at people. Everything she wrote had a smile. Blue skies and whitecaps. Summer storms and rainbows. Snowflakes and holly. The man who killed her scrubbed all that.
[Exiting the ACT Theater after a staging of "Othello"] Play really works too, doesn't it?
I guess.
You guess? Whaddaya mean, you guess? Sixteenth Century play that comes to life like that? With such contemporary values? A theme that still holds up?
Holds up? I'll tell you what holds up: "Abie's Irish Rose."
"Abie's Irish Rose"? How can you even compare those two plays?
They're both plays, aren't they?
Yeah.
Detective Lt. Mike Stone: They both have actors, don't they?
You're puttin' me on.
No, I'm not.
[Discussing the Cobra street gang] They were like a lot of the boys. The traditions are breaking down. They live on the streets.
I tried to help them at first. Maybe I was wrong. I gave them groceries, or a couple bucks.
They took advantage. It just got out of hand.
It happens, Mrs. Barberio.
Roy, it's been an hour and a half since Mike and I split up. Now I...
You're talkin' about maybe the most experienced guy in the department.
I'm just talking about my partner, a guy I know better than anybody. A guy who would not wander around without checking in and leaving a 10-7.
[Walking to the car after questioning the Rudolphs] Those kids were playin' there, all right. The way that joker made it sound, no kid would wanna miss what was going on there.
I wonder how much that Billy really knows.
Well, he knows enough not to tell the old man the truth. Hey, what a way to raise kids, huh? Spook stories and spankings.
Our u-turns are fringe benefits; his are illegal.
[Stunned upon entering the junk-stuffed Edgerton home] I don't believe it. I really don't believe it. Rudolph said the old man collected trash. Looks like he imported the whole city dump.
I don't know, buddy-boy. There is junk... and there is junk.
[Chuckling] Yeah, but this is bananas time. I mean, this old guy is totally out of his tree.
Yeah, my guess is when his brother wouldn't go out into the world, Harlan brought the world in to him.
[to the hysterical mother of a missing child] You have a family doctor?
Why?
He could prescribe something for you to relax.
I don't want a doctor - I want my boy!
[Crying out in pain] Whoa!
What happened?
' [Sucking his finger] I burned my finger.
Trigger finger?
The one I type my reports with.
[Mike and Jeannie prepare dinner] Wait a minute. You said something about wine.
In the refridge.
Chilled, huh? Must be white. White must be fish or fowl.
Everybody in this family's gotta be a detective.
Lieutenant, you've got a whole big city here. The switchboard down there's loaded with calls, your file cabinets with complaints. You take care of the city. You let me take care of Artis Pierce.
No, I won't. I can't lay a hand on you until you break the law, commit a crime. You know it, and I know it. But the crime you're about to commit... well, that crime's the worst crime of all.
That's right. That's absolutely right. But Artis Pierce committed it first.
[Confronting Hobbes, who has been stalking him] Now you stay outta my tracks, or you've just ordered yourself a box, man. You had your chance. You could've put me away. But you buckled. Now butt out, or they'll pick you off of the street with a broom and dustpan.
[Upon being awoken at dawn by Stone] Hours like this I might as well have gone to med school.
Med school, huh? Going's one thing, gettin' through's another.
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