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The Streets of San Francisco.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Karl Malden.

Also starring Michael Douglas.

With guest stars Edward Mulhare,

and Stefanie
Powers as Kim Ahern.

Tonight's episode:

"Tower Beyond Tragedy."

Amory.

Amory.

I told you to get out of here.

What does it take?

Toni.

Listen to me.

Don't touch me.

Leave. Now!

And take all your things.

I'm suffocating in here
with all your things.

I don't even know
who I am anymore.

Everywhere I look,
all I see is you!

Your taste, your culture,

and what you
think is good and...

And proper!

Amory Gilliam!

Amory Gilliam!

I am not whatever it
is you want me to be!

I'll never let you go.

Get out of here!

I don't want you!

I don't want any part of you!

Not that she can't
converse on all subjects,

but she may not have
quite the refinement

that a man like you
obviously requires, Mr. Gilliam.

I mean, Bay Area Escort

prides itself on
providing our clients

with the most
compatible young ladies.

And if you'll just turn
the page, Mr. Gilliam...

No. This is the girl.

Imperial Palace
Restaurant, 9:00.

Hello.

I'm Kim Ahern.

Amory Gilliam.

I'm so glad that you could come.

Thank you. So am I.

Won't you come and sit down?

Would you like a cocktail?

Uh, no, thank you.

Waiter.

Another martini, please.

Very dry, very
cold, with two olives.

Well, what do you...?
Well, you're exactly...

You were going to say?

No, you go first.

I was going to say that
you're exactly on time.

I like that.

Well, I could've
been really late.

Things got jammed up.

Well, I'm glad you made it.

So am I.

Toni Craig.

Right.

Prints gave us the name,
FBI gave us the face.

Now, at least, we know
what she looked like.

Girl they dug up

from the Golden Gate
Park this afternoon.

From San Antonio.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Ten days under a pile of rocks.

You know, she looks familiar.

From where?

I don't know. Somewhere.

Well, here.

Maybe this will jog you.

Fact sheet has her
working door-to-door,

Gary Products Cosmetics.

No.

Well, then run
her through R & I.

Somewhere.

Mm.

And classes. Painting, yoga...

You know, just
having fun, living.

May I ask you a question?

Of course.

Are you married?

Does it make a difference?

Well, yes and no.

Nighttime dates,
we have five hours.

They told you that at the
escort service, didn't they?

Well, I just find sometimes

that married men are
really nice for the first four.

It's the fifth when
they get a little silly.

Well, I promise
I won't be silly.

So you're not married?
Straight arrow?

Divorced.

Oh.

Tell me more about you.

You really wanna know
why I do this, don't you?

For the money,
Mr. Gilliam, and...

And for the people I meet. Okay?

What are you looking at?

Your hair.

Don't you like it?

It's very long, isn't it?

Sort of.

That's the way you
should wear it always.

Long, not up like that.

May I say something?

Sure.

You're a very nice-looking
man, Mr. Gilliam.

What's a nice-looking
man like you doing

paying for a date?

Look at this.

Hey, how much rent do
you get for a place like this?

Five hundred a month.

Who paid for it?

She did. Miss Craig.

Check?

Cash.

You know, Mike, there's
not much in here you come by

selling door-to-door,
that's for sure.

What do you think, a love nest?

So where's the
bird who bought it?

Penny.

Hm?

Oh.

You'll hate me.

No.

Well, this afternoon,
in sketch class,

our instructor brought
by a print by Dufy.

I was just thinking
how beautiful it was.

Which is awful,

because it has nothing
whatsoever to do with you

and everything tonight
should concern you.

Sounds a little like the
end of a lovely evening.

What time is it?

I'm sorry I wasn't more fun.

Oh, wait a minute. It
was a lovely evening.

If you think I'm gonna have
you drive me all the way home

thinking it wasn't,
well, I just won't go.

I won't.

Now you're being

what the Bay Area
Escort calls "compatible."

You listen to me, Amory Gilliam.

You're a very
special man. You are.

You're intelligent,
and you're witty, and...

And you order
the best meal ever,

and I love to hear you talk.

And I'll remember this
evening for a long, long time.

And you want to go home.

The truth?

Straight arrow.

Oh, I'm beat.

But you needed the money.

Listen, if I can help...

If you reach into your
wallet, I'll walk home.

I'll take you home.

Almost home.

Bay Area Escort.

I know. The nearest taxi stand.

Rules is rules.

Thank you again
for a lovely evening.

I'll see you again.

All right.

The lady will tell you
where to go, driver.

About three or
four months, I'd say,

which is longer than
the girls usually last.

You know, they get
married, find a boyfriend...

Is that what happened
to Toni Craig?

No, Toni saw stardust.

Stardust?

Some time ago, a
motion picture company

came to the city to film.

And they hired some young
men and women as extras.

She took it very seriously,

decided on a whole new career.

Did she get work?

How many do?

But she wanted to register
with a talent agency,

and she asked my advice.

So we picked one out
together, in the yellow section.

Here, this one.

The one right there.

What's this word?

"D-C-U-W-C-Y?"

It's not a word. Initials.

"Don't call us, we'll call you."

Seven out of eight.

And the eighth?

Right there.

Did she write that,
"Here I come"?

Yes.

Got the address? Yeah.

You mentioned a boyfriend.

Can you link up
a name with Toni?

No. I know she
went out a great deal,

but I don't think there
was anyone special.

In fact, at that
time in her life,

I really don't think anyone
mattered to Toni but Toni.

Thank you very
much, Miss Holloway.

You're welcome.

What's the matter?

Oh, that handwriting.

What about it?

She just seemed so
excited, you know?

All those exclamations.

She ends up under
a pile of rocks.

Don't let it get to
you, buddy boy.

You mean it doesn't get to you?

That's not bad.

Ha. Thanks.

It's Impressionistic.

To say the least.
Let's see yours.

Oh, that's good, David.
That's really good. I like it.

Oh, I'll tell you what,
I'll even sign it for you.

An original.

David.

I don't believe it.

What?

Excuse me, David.

Hello, Kim.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you.

You followed me home
last night, didn't you?

Now, Kim...

And then you followed
me here this morning.

I don't like that.

Wait.

Hey, man. Hey, just cool it.

Get lost, sonny.

Uh, it's all right, David.

Honestly, it's all right.

Why did you do that?

Kim, I brought you something.

I'm not interested.

You're being
very difficult, Kim.

So are you.

Come on.

Oh, come on. It's in the car.

If you don't like it,
you can hit me with it.

Is it heavy?

It's a gift, not a bribe.

Oh, Amory.

A Dufy litho. It's...
Oh, it's beautiful.

Thank you.

Oh. Thank you very much.

But you're a
liar. It is a bribe.

Of course.

What do I have to do for it?

Give me the rest of the day.

It's a deal.

She was so enthusiastic.

You know, she had these
great bursts of... What?

Verve. Toni Craig
had dynamite verve.

Did you ever get
her a job? Acting?

Oh, come on, she was no actress.

Personality, sure.
Charm, she had lots.

But talent...

Well, her talent was
in her... Her smile.

Well, I finally had
to lay it on her.

She just didn't have it.

But she was a good
kid, so I did what I could.

I called Murray.

Murray?

Golden Gate Escort.

It's the new thing.
You know, rent-a-girl.

Murray tries harder
'cause he's last.

So I thought I'd send
him a charger like Toni.

You know, do them both a favor.

Hey,

I don't know why
you're looking for her,

but these might
help you find her.

Super stills.

That kid didn't
have a bad angle.

Full face, profile...
Mike, it just hit me.

What?

Where I saw this face.

Here it is.

Could be twins.

Read the make.

"Deceased. Cara Hale, female,

"Caucasian, age 22.

"Found murdered March 6,
1972, Seattle, Washington.

"Assailant unknown.

Last place of employment,
Schyler Escort Service."

Little more than a
coincidence, huh?

Well, odds don't go that high.

Mike. Yeah, I'm listening.

On Toni Craig.

I just got off the
phone with Austin.

He's checking out
the other tenants.

One of them said
that they talked to her

a couple of weeks ago.

Said that, uh, she was
talking about checking out,

going back to San Antonio.

Said she was frightened,
but he didn't know why.

I think we do, Norm.

It isn't too low, is it?

No.

Are you sure?

Live with it a
while. You'll see.

I don't know why
I'm arguing with you.

Pointless.

Come here.

You bought four other outfits.
Don't you want to see them?

Here.

Oh, I want you to see them.

I know what you look like.
That's why I chose them.

Same way you knew
what music I'd like?

And what wine?

Where's the flaw, Amory Gilliam?

What?

How did she let you go?

Who?

Your wife.

Oh, Anita.

She wanted to
grow old gracefully.

How old are you?

Fifty-one.

No, no, I mean right
now, right this minute.

My life is starting
all over, Cara.

Cara?

Cara mía.

Whatever that means.

"Heart of mine."

I can help you, Kim.

I can make you into
something we'll both be proud of.

Would you like that?

Very much.

Do something for me.

What?

Let down your hair.

You do it.

Four, one, two, three, four...

Come in. Fix it, ladies.

That's it. One,
two, three, four.

One, two, three,
four... Mrs. Short?

Yes, come on in. I'll
be through in a minute.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

And there you
are, ladies. That's it.

Oh, police.

Inspector Keller.

Oh, hello. Excuse me.

I wonder if you could give
us a few minutes of your time.

Yes, yes, of course.
Is it about Toni?

Yeah, I believe you talked to
one of our inspectors earlier.

You mentioned to him

that Miss Craig seemed
frightened about something.

Yes, yes I did.

She said that she
was going home,

but she didn't say why.

And you think it was a man.

I'm sure it was.

Do you know who?

Oh, no. She really kept him
to herself once she found him.

Excuse me, could I
ask you why you think

she was seeing only one man?

Well, it had to be.

I mean, what was
she earning before?

A hundred, $150 a
week with the service,

and she was seeing
someone almost every night.

And then she stopped.

I know it was a man.

Now, how do you know?

Well, all the new clothes
and that streak in her hair.

It was always down the same way.

Besides, that's the
way it was with Artie.

Artie? My husband.

I met him, and that
was it for me too.

Except for now that we both
feel secure with each other,

then maybe we need a little
extra money or something...

All right, excuse me,

but you're hired out through
the same escort service?

Golden Gate, same as Toni.

And you still go?

Yes. Even though you're married?

Oh, sure, a lot of the girls do.

It's really nothing
can get heavy unless...

Oh, wow.

You think that the man

that she met at the
service is the man who...?

Mrs. Short, I want you to tell
me everything that you know

about this escort service

and about everybody who uses it.

A penny.

What?

For your thoughts.

Oh. Oh, forgive me.

Ten minutes without a
word. Where have you been?

Out there.

Look. Look at it.

Constant, powerful, timeless.

Are you afraid of
growing old, Amory?

Not now.

Lovely.

I'm not sure it's me.

It's you.

You know what's scary, Amory?

Sometimes, I think you know
me better than I know myself.

I see you very clearly.

I've waited for
you for a long time.

We belong, Kim. Together.

Here or someplace like this.

Have you ever been to the tower?

What tower?

Robinson Jeffers' tower.

Down the coast, south
of here, near Big Sur.

It's a fortress
against the world.

Who was he?

A poet.

And he built his own home?

Yes.

With his own hands,
stone by stone.

What did he write about?

The sea, nature...

man's failure.

Violence, wildness,
the power of passion...

love.

I'd like to read him someday.

I intend for you to.

I'll bet you have a whole
reading list picked out for me.

You're too much, Amory.

These clothes, my hair,

the pictures in my
apartment, the music I listen to,

the books I read,

my whole life. You want
to change everything.

But why me in the first place?

Why not somebody
who already has it already

in the first place?

Do you mind?

I'm not sure.

I'm really not.

It's all so sudden, so serious.

I... I just... Just
let it happen.

We'll go there, to the tower.

Now?

Well, it's not far from here.

We have the time.
I want you to see it.

I can't.

That is one word that is
deleted from your vocabulary

as of this moment.

Amory, I have a date.

Amory, I'm sorry. I really am.

But whatever it is
you want me to be,

even if I want it too,

it can't happen this fast.

I need time.

You don't have
to keep this date.

Oh...

Amory, you love the sea, right?

Well, maybe one of the
reasons you love the sea

is because it's free.

I'm free, too, until
I choose not to be.

And that's something nobody
can change, not even you.

This is a license, lieutenant.

All nice and legal.

So if you're thinking
about hassling me,

you can forget about it.

Murray. Murray.

Murray Taylor?

Name-change legal too?

My mother's maiden name.
Your mother's maiden name.

Does she know what you're
doing with her name these days?

She was a lady, and so are
the others in this book too.

Well, we'd like to ask you

about one of those
ladies, Toni Craig.

The one that got hit? - Yeah.

Man, I don't know
anything about it.

What do you know about her?

Just that she was a nice kid.

Brought me lots of action.

I could've used
a dozen like her.

Ms. Ryan told us
how she got here.

All we want to know
is how long she stayed.

Until she found a live one.

Who was it?

By me.

I just collect a $50 fee

and split it right
down the middle.

Now, come on!

You know who goes out with
the same girl more than once!

Sure, but what she does on
a date is her own business.

I don't wanna know about that.

Just so she doesn't spill on
the tablecloth and makes nice.

I want a list of every guy

who saw Toni
Craig a second time.

Nothing said that
the guy you're after's

gotta be on my list, lieutenant.

I got a very classy
clientele here.

That's just the kind
of list I wanna see.

♪ Starlight and dew
drops Are waiting for thee ♪

♪ Sounds of the rude world ♪

♪ Heard in the day ♪

♪ Lull'd by the moonlight
Are all pass'd away ♪

My name is Conroy.
Did you wanna see me?

Uh, yes, sir.

Now, if it's about
the insurance...

No, no. My name
is Inspector Keller.

I'm with the San Francisco
Police Department.

Oh, well, I can't remember
doing anything illegal lately,

but then I can't count too much
on remembering anything lately.

You sure it's me
you wanna talk to?

Uh, yes, sir, I think so.

It has to do with a young
lady called Toni Craig.

Oh, I read about it. Awful.

Let's sit down. My legs
ain't what they used to be.

Fine. Over here.

Now.

Now, regarding Toni
Craig... Oh, yes, yes.

I read all about it in
the papers. Just awful.

Well, how did you
happen to meet her?

I... I won her.

You won her?

Mm-hm. She was second prize.

We don't always just sit
around here, you know.

We go to ball games,
nightclubs, have dances.

We may be old,
but we ain't dead.

Ah, that poor
girl. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

She couldn't have been
over 24, 25 years old.

You were mentioning
you won the second prize.

Mm-hm. Raffle.

We have raffles
here all the time.

That time, I won second prize.

It was a... A dinner and a...

a date.

Well, was she from
an escort service?

Maybe, but harmless.

As far as I'm concerned, anyway.

She was really,

really quite a charming girl.

You know, she
used to chatter away,

laugh at my silly stories.

Lovely, lovely evening.

I'm afraid that's all I
can tell you about her.

Well, that's all right.

But would you mind if I
asked you one more question?

No, go ahead.

What was first prize?

You might find
it hard to believe.

Well, try me.

You get to sit right here
in front of the television,

and for a whole evening...

And no one can
give you an argument.

You get the
remote-control switch

right in the palm of your hand.

For the whole evening.

That's fantastic.

Good afternoon.

Amory Gilliam?

Correct.

Lieutenant Stone.

Yes?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Concerning?

Toni Craig.

Oh, the girl who
was found at the park.

Under a pile of rocks.

Yes, I read about it.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

I was just catching up on
my late-afternoon phone calls.

Won't you sit
down, Lieutenant...?

Stone, was it?

Yes.

I like to work out the
kinks every chance I get.

Most of the time,

I'm behind a desk
or the wheel of a car.

Are you a collector,
Mr. Gilliam?

Of sorts.

Nothing too expensive.
Graphics, mostly.

May I get you a drink?

Oh, no. No thanks, I'm happy.

Graphics, huh?
What's this, uh...?

These small numbers
here in the corner?

What do they tell you?

They tell you how
many copies were run,

and which number
that particular piece is.

Seventeen over 50. That
means 50 of them were run off

and this is the seventeenth?

That's right.

Must be valuable.

Depends on the artist.

And the artist of this one is?

Matisse.

Well...

The signature's
kind of small, isn't it?

It's framed beautifully.

Yeah, they all are.

I had them custom-made

to complement
each particular piece.

Who does the work for you?

Various people.

But why do you ask, lieutenant?

Are you planning on
having someone framed?

Hey, that's very good.

Mr. Gilliam, how well
did you know Toni Craig?

Not well.

How did you meet her?

Lieutenant, it occurs
to me that, by now,

you are well aware

that I met her through
an escort service,

and that I saw her on
three separate occasions.

Only three, Mr. Gilliam?

Three, lieutenant.

Now, that's a funny number.

Once... you didn't like her.

Twice, you liked her a little.

Three times, Mr. Gilliam...

Why only three? Why not four?

Well, I suppose because
after three strikes you're out.

I asked her three times,
she said no three times.

What did you ask her?

To come and see my etchings.

And you struck out, huh?

Yes, lieutenant.

Look, I'm sorry, but I
have very little time.

Would you mind
coming to the point?

Have you ever been to Seattle?

Often. It's one of
my favorite cities.

In the early part of March?

I'm not sure.

I can find out for you though.

My records are with my taxman.

But could you find
out for me, let's say,

before tomorrow morning?

No problem at all.

Around ten?

Fine.

I'll see you then.

Too bad she never saw these.

I bet she would have liked them.

Matisse.

M-A-T-I-S... Double S-E.

S-E.

Foreigners. Why don't
they learn to spell?

This one doesn't have to.
He's a painter, Haseejian.

Why don't you look it
up if you can't spell it?

Coroner's seal still
on the place? Yeah.

And I only want
that one picture.

And by 10:00 tomorrow morning,

I want a complete report
of this guy, Amory Gilliam.

Gilliam.

Is that one L or two?

Two!

Thanks again, Bob.

It was a lovely
evening, as usual.

Good night.

Are you Mrs. Gilliam?

Yes.

I wonder if we could have
a few minutes of your time.

This is Inspector Keller,
I'm Lieutenant Stone.

Oh, certainly.

Jenny, go on with your
lesson. I'll be right back.

Your daughter's
got quite a forehand.

Well, that's my granddaughter,

but thank you very much. Yes?

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about your husband.

Amory? Well, is he all right?

Well, I spoke to him yesterday,

and I have an appointment
with him at 10:00 this morning.

Well, then he's in
some sort of trouble.

He could be.

Poor Amory. What is it?

I don't know how close you
have been with him recently,

but anything that you
can tell me about him

over the past few
months, I'd like to know.

Well, we've been
separated for almost a year.

Was that your
idea or his, ma'am?

Well, I... I'm sorry
for being so personal,

but it's really important.

Well, it isn't anything
really to hide.

It's just,

I guess Amory just didn't
like the idea of getting old.

The thought of dying
suddenly seemed to terrify him.

He started seeing younger women.

One in particular.

Do you know which one?

No. He never told
me, and I never asked.

It was apparent that
she meant a lot to him.

I realized that when
he kept finding excuses

to check his territory up there.

The plane fare alone

must have put quite a
dent in his expense account.

Excuse me, but was
this territory in Seattle?

Yes.

Mrs. Gilliam, I think
you ought to tell us

everything that you can
remember about those trips.

Oh.

Amory.

Amory, they're
beautiful, all of them.

And the luggage...

I've never had
anything like this.

But why?

I thought you should
have a proper trousseau.

A what?

Oh, you're putting me on.

No.

Amory... Marry me, Kim.

I can't.

Oh, this... This isn't real.

Don't give me your answer now.

Wait until you've seen it.

What?

Our own private
tower, yours and mine.

It's on a point at Crystal
Cove, near Monterey.

I'll take this down

while you decide
what else you want.

I told you I'd show you
Robinson Jeffers' tower.

Then it occurred to me that
we ought to have our own.

Not as imposing,
perhaps, not built of stone...

but built of what
we can put in it.

From the strength
we give each other...

the beauty we can create,

the eternity we can share.

I love you, Kim.

Amory... I can't.

It's not that I'm
not fond of you.

I'm very fond of
you, I really am.

Wait.

Amory.

Wait.

Amory Gilliam,
52 years old, male.

Manufacturer's representative,
top tool-and-dye firm.

Married 30 years,
father of three children,

all grown and all graduated
from college. Right so far?

Right. And
according to his wife,

he seemed to develop an almost
overnight obsession with dying.

That's when he started having
affairs with younger chicks.

So, what do you think?

Top of the head?

Could be.

Top of the head?

Eight years in shrink school,

and you're gonna give
me the top of your head?

Easy, man. The
ego's a fragile thing.

You know, too much flattery,
I'll need to find my own shrink.

What else you got?

The girl that he finally left
his wife for lived in Seattle.

Now, if we can prove
that that was the girl

that was murdered in March,

Cara Hale, then I
think we got something.

Mike. Yeah.

No message on your boy Gilliam,

but there's a picture
from the Craig apartment.

You just might have
a classic type there.

A guy gives up everything
he's built over a lifetime

for some chick and
she rejects him?

Eighteen over 50.

I think Gilliam's
number may be up.

He's got 17 off the same run.

Yeah, if he killed
the first chick,

then he might
wanna re-create her,

even down to the
streak in her hair,

if that's what your
Cara Hale had.

She had a streak, yeah.
It could be a pattern.

Seeking perfection,

killing her to keep
from losing her,

again and again, if necessary.

Listen, all of
this could tie in,

'cause we got a report on
an assault case last night.

This guy left this girl

that he had met at one
of these escort services.

Which one? Bay Area.

Said he had seen her five
different times, same girl.

So last night, when he
leaves her, he gets jumped.

No robbery, so he
figures, what, jealousy?

Got the girl's name?

Yeah, Kim Ahern.

Get her home phone number.

I want a list of every
guy that ever dated her.

Listen, you want a
description on that guy

that got jumped last night?

Rugged-looking,
gray hair, well-dressed,

six feet tall, 52 years old.

Yeah.

He could be a real psycho.

Are you sure that's
the girl's number?

Yeah, it's the
number the operator...

Can I speak to
Miss Ahern, please?

Is this the answering service?

Well, did she leave word
where she could be reached?

Oh, come on, come
on. Yes, please.

And how long is
she gonna be gone?

I see. No, there's no message.

Thank you very much.

She left town with a
friend for a few days.

A friend.

That takes care of my call.
Where are they heading?

Crystal Cove Point.

That's near Monterey.
Let's move it.

Haseejian. Yeah.

Put out an APB on Gilliam.

Check the DMV on the
make and model of his car,

and then give it to
the highway patrol.

You got that?

Talk about rejection.

Let's go and take
a look at the inside.

No, Amory. Why not?

It's a lovely house,

I just know I don't
wanna live in it.

But how can you tell until
you've seen the inside?

I just know. That's nonsense.

Amory, please. I want you to.

Amory, it's cold.
I don't like it.

You will.

Amory, let's go back.

No, Kim. There is no going back.

Now we're here,
this is where we stay.

Amory... This is
where we belong.

You and I together.

Wait a minute... Nothing
can reach us here.

Now, just wait...
Nothing can change.

Wait... Wait a minute.

I think I missed a
chapter somewhere.

Do you want to fill me in?

Amory,

is this somewhere you've
been before with someone else?

No.

Am I supposed to be that
someone else? Is that it?

Amory, that's weird.

That's sick.

I don't want any part of it.

Not the hair, not the clothes,

not the list of
poets, none of it.

It's over, Amory.

It's over.

No.

Cara, I gave it all up for you.

I gave it all up for
you, Cara. Amory...

We can have more than
anyone has ever had before, ever.

Believe me.

Trust me.

Trust me.

No.

Cara!

Cara!

Amory, please, no!

No, Amory, no!

No! No!

Gilliam...

let her go.

Come on, that's
not what you want.

Gilliam, you don't wanna die.

That's what you're running from.

Now, you let her go,
Gilliam. Let her live.

Gilliam.

Gilliam, listen to me.
Are you listening?

Listen, Gilliam. Listen to me.

Are you listening? Huh?

Yes, yes.

He said this was gonna
be our private tower,

just like the one the
poet built in Big Sur.

Poet?

Robinson Jeffers.

He built his own
place out of rocks,

called it a "tower
beyond tragedy."

I'd call him a dreamer.

Man hasn't come up
with a place that safe yet.

Some men keep trying.

Thank you.