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The Streets of San Francisco, a Quinn Martin production starring Paul Mulder,

also starring Michael Douglas.

With guest stars Clue Guliger, Alan Fudd,

Mark Hamill.

Tonight's episode, Poison Snow.

You look tired.

Your eyes are red.

Can't seem to shake this cold.

Yeah? I haven't been sleeping too well lately, either.

How come?

Oh, I met a fella that treats me like a lady.

Like a lady, huh? But not a woman?

He says he'll do that after we get married.

Oh, yeah.

When is that?

When his final divorce papers come through.

Uh -huh.

In one month, two weeks, and four days. Oh.

Three days.

I just wanted to see if you were paying attention.

Okay, little girl, you got to remember what I told you now. Can you remember?

Nothing more.

Routine stuff until I get back. I will be back in about an hour or so.

Say hi to Andy for me.

Yeah.

Phil, you take care of my girl for me.

Just like she was my own.

Yeah.

It's going to take more than a 30 -minute talk with his teacher.

George, you've got to spend more time with Andy. He's at an age where he needs

strong hand.

What if you're so busy playing house with your new girlfriend? All right,

look, what I do and with whom is none of your business.

And I got a paper to prove that. You just stop trying to put the needle in,

okay? I'm trying to make you talk about your son. Oh, yeah?

Since when?

He's changing, George.

Something's happening to him. He's not the same. He's different.

He's growing up, Judy. That's right. No, there's more to it than that.

I'm worried.

I don't like the people he's running around with.

I'll talk with him. I'll say something to her.

Andrew, I've got some shopping to do.

You be sure you go home right after you and your father are finished.

Okay.

Maggie said to say hello.

How is she?

She got a call.

Yeah, me too.

I'll say hello back for me, will you? Yeah. Mr. Benteen, he talked kind of

in there a minute ago.

Well, I guess he's got it right. I've been kind of goofing off a lot lately.

got no alibis?

A spring fever?

What's with these guys you've been bumming around with lately?

Your mother, she doesn't seem to think much of them. Oh, boy. You tell me

something she does like.

She likes you.

Oh, you know what I mean. She's always pick, pick, pick, nag me. That's because

she cares for you, son.

Hey, well, why is it when she picks on me, it's because she cares? She picks on

you because she doesn't care, and you wind up getting divorced.

Oh, hey, oh, you're a pretty smart kid, huh? Yeah.

You're so smart, why aren't you passing algebra in that high school?

Okay, I'll try harder.

Just between you and me, when you turn 18, if you want to, you can move in with

Maggie and me, okay?

What does she say about that?

It's her idea, not mine.

Oh,

uh, Dad?

Could you spare a few bucks?

I gave you ten last week.

No, it's all right. I got it. I got it.

Oh, dig down. All I have is a twenty. You don't want a twenty. Oh, that's too

bad. You take it. I thought you would. Come on.

Hey, son.

Yeah? Can you do something about that cold?

Oh, yeah.

See you, Dad.

Hi. Hi.

Where have you been keeping yourself?

Do I know you?

I've seen you a couple times.

I thought you'd seen me.

So I've seen you.

Coming down.

Thanks for the favor.

I'm hurting.

Go see a doctor.

My doctor got busted three days ago.

Hey, look, I said I've seen you. I didn't say that I know you.

That's real cute.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

You put me in touch with your connection, and I'll buy you a nickel

everyone I buy.

Maybe I can make a call.

Has your connection always got a supply?

You can always get it. Suppose I could make regular buys?

That's between you and him.

Where is he?

He'll be here.

Sure is careful type.

What other kind is there?

Hey, what'd you say, Gator? I brought my friend.

Huggy, she's a narc!

Maggie.

Tell George I...

Here,

take this to the print lab. Maybe we'll get lucky. No, we weren't working on

anything specific. Just targets of opportunity, and she made a connection.

Did she try to stop him? No.

No, he recognized her. Okay, a tall, thin guy in a cage, impossible bullet

wound. Yeah, I think I hit him. He jumped like a stump. Let's push him.

He was black.

You saw him?

No, but when he made Maggie, he called Cajun a honky.

Anything else you remember about Cajun? I didn't get close enough to him, Steve.

Maybe somebody back at the bar got a better look. That'll be our first stop

the bar.

George, I'm sorry.

What the hell happened, Phil?

She was making a buy.

It went sour.

If I'd been here, it wouldn't have happened.

If you had been there, the same exact thing would have happened. It's

fault. It's somebody's fault, Steve.

And we're going to find him, I promise.

Yeah, you will.

Unless I find him first.

Hold up. Wait a minute now.

You stay out of it, will you?

Please. We'll take care of it, I promise.

Oh, they shouldn't give women this kind of work. It's too dangerous.

Dangerous was her choice.

Time off.

Go home. Do what?

I'm going to kill him, Phil.

I'm going to look in every hole in this city until I find him.

I'm going to kill him.

Yeah, we don't get a very wide range of customers around here.

Rummies, derelicts, pushers, hookers.

You know, we don't even take time to look at them. We just serve them. The

description we have is of a tall, skinny man.

You know how many of that fits who come in here?

This guy was here about an hour ago. He left with a girl.

A lot of them do that.

She was wearing jeans. She had blonde hair and, oh, an awful lot of finger

rings. Oh, her.

Yeah, I remember.

Him, too.

They muttered together for a while and then left.

Hey, he was a skinny kid.

Kid? Yeah, about 20, 22.

He had kind of a wild -eyed look.

I've seen him around somewhere, but I don't know anything about him.

Tell me, Vernon, if I got your attention.

I want some information.

I haven't asked you yet.

If I know anything, I tell you, don't I always? Do you, Vernon?

Sure, Inspector. Business is business. Business first, though, Vernon.

Understand?

I'm looking for a junk hog named Cajun.

I never heard of him.

You just did.

Ask around, you find him. You find where he flops, find his pusher.

You get something for me, Vernon, you call me in headquarters, you understand?

Soon.

I'll be back.

And I'll pick up what's left of you with a pair of tweezers.

I wasn't that close to him, but the hair's sandy, and it went back and stuck

like that. He's skinny, man. He is skinny. The cheekbones are higher.

Yeah, that nose isn't right.

Did she say where she had seen Cajun before?

No. No, but we've been working the North Beach area for the last four months, so

I figure that's where he lives. Okay, then we'll concentrate our research in

that area at the start, and then we'll widen it. Check out all the hospitals.

Right.

They only got partial bits of the gun, not Maggie's.

You know for a positive ID?

Nope. We'll have to get you a guide first.

Hey, Phil.

They told me downstairs you were up here. You got something?

We're working on it. You start making sketches, man, you're in a dead end.

We gotta do something.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Kelly, just say that's what I reported, will you?

Well,

I mean, you're not gonna find him in here or with that thing. He's out there.

You wanna find him, you gotta leave your nice, warm office here.

Go out there. Come on, George.

I'm gonna talk to you. Come and talk. Yeah, talk.

That's all you guys been doing since Maggie was killed.

I'll see some action pretty soon, man. I'm going to put on a few fancy moves of

my own. You understand that?

Inspector, come in here. I want to talk to you. Come on.

George, I know what you're going through, but you're too involved.

You're damn right I am. And you can't be objective.

Objective?

So I want you to keep your mouth shut and stay out of this case. Because if

don't, I'll have you suspended for interfering with a murder investigation.

You'd do that too, wouldn't you, Mike?

Stay with him.

See that he doesn't do anything he'll be sorry for.

He and Maggie had a very rare thing. I know. I know.

I'm not some J .J. citizen off the street. I'm a cop. Then act like one.

Don't you say. Look, just let him handle it, will you? Nobody would have had to

handle anything if you'd been on a ball, Phil, right? I know that.

Maybe you better find yourself another partner.

Sure.

Alex, I'm sorry.

Narcotics, Inspector Turner?

It's me, Vernon.

I've been waiting for you to call.

Yeah?

Well, nobody in the Mission District ever heard of that fellow you're looking

for. The whole Mission District, Vernon?

I can't find him, I tell you.

You better.

Please, Inspector, it's a dead end. It's a butt.

I got somebody else for you. I don't want anybody else for me.

You want Woody Parks?

Turner, you there?

What about Woody Parks?

Tomorrow night, he's picking up a kilo of pure stuff.

A kilo.

What?

Ten o 'clock.

Some guy will leave a yellow station wagon in an underground garage at Union

Fanning.

Woody Parks will show about 11.

Stuffs in the armrest.

Front seat.

You did good, Vernon.

Now find Cajun for me.

What do you got on for tomorrow night, Phil?

Taking my wife to the movies.

Woody Parks is making a pickup.

Kilo of pure H about 11 o 'clock.

Woody Parks supplies the whole mission district.

I got a chance to nail him, Bill.

All right.

All right, on one condition.

You explain it to my wife. She trusts you.

This will kill you an awful lot of rats, mister.

I don't think anybody's going to miss it, do you?

Just other rats, I suppose.

Sign here, please.

Thank you. That's, uh...

$16 and $1 .04 for the governor.

It's 11 .35.

He said about 11, Phil.

If it gets any later, it's going to be about 12.

I sit here all night, every night for a week, just for the chance to nail any

products.

Even a slim chance.

Look, how was I to know that you were really the police?

I've been robbed twice in this garage.

I hope you made out a good report for the police department.

You got him?

I got him. Don't even go, Phil. We got a bum tip.

Hey, I'm gonna report this.

This police harassment's gotta stop.

How about that?

You better shut your alligator mouth, Woody.

Well, it's like the man says, you can't win them all.

You know, that bullet just Nick Cajun. It may not even register as a gunshot

wound. I still don't think he'll go to a doctor or a hospital.

What if he's a floater?

Oh, if he's a floater, he'll be in L .A. or halfway to Chicago by now.

Or he could be in that free clinic that you're going to go past.

You mean this one here?

Yeah, this one.

Well, since we're here, why don't we go in and take a look, see what's going on.

Take these cold pills like it says on the label. When you run out, come back

I'll give you some more.

And cut down on those cigarettes, understand?

Yes, officers.

You're not city health boys, I know all of them.

You don't look like holy holies coming to preach.

And you certainly don't need medical attention.

That usually leaves the police.

Next. I'm Lieutenant Stone, this is Inspector Keller.

Albert Claymore, M .D. What can I do for you?

Well, we're looking for a man, a man who's been shot. Oh? Now, the only name

have on him is Cajun.

Gentlemen, I hope you'll understand when I say I'm not in the detective

business.

This place is for runaways, the down -and -out who can't afford to pay for

medical help.

If they got the idea that this place was being turned into a police station

annex... Doctor, we're not looking for a person at you, you know? We're looking

for a man who killed a woman.

I never saw him before.

The name doesn't mean anything.

You Cajun? Mm -hmm.

I wonder if you'd be kind enough to put that sketch up somewhere where the rest

of your staff could take a look at it.

It's a long shot, but you never know.

You know, he's been hurt, and he might just come in here for help.

All right.

I'll put it up in the back.

Thank you. If it will help.

You never know.

How'd they get my name and description?

I don't know.

God, I didn't mean it for it to happen. I didn't mean to hurt that chick.

Cage, we gotta split.

And go where?

Anywhere. L .A., San Diego.

Are you out of your mind? Go there cold without a connection?

You know how long this stuff is gonna last us?

Cage, we can't stay here. They'll find you. We can't go anywhere with just this

much to get us there.

Then we'll score.

And get enough until we can connect.

Amy, I'm tapped.

I got eight dollars.

I'll get it for us.

How?

We haven't got anything left to sell.

I'll get it for us.

All the words.

They really don't say anything, do they?

Well, they don't say it right, son, no.

I wish I could.

You don't need to, Andy.

I am sorry, Dad.

Look, my messing up at school and you having to leave, Maggie.

We talked that out, wasn't it? It'll always be there.

It wasn't you, Andy.

It wasn't me.

It was a junkie.

Yeah. Andy, you're the one good thing that came out of 18 years of being

married.

And nothing's gonna change that, son. Nothing's gonna change it, huh?

Really? Yeah.

Boy, tell me how I put the touch on you after a speech like that.

What do you mean?

I owe $20 for textbooks.

Look, it's rotten timing. Oh, no.

You go on, and I'm gonna hang around here a while.

Yeah.

I'll see you in a few days. And you take care of that coal.

You came all the way up here from the morgue just to tell me that a junkie

from an overdose?

This junkie died from mercury cyanide poisoning.

Mercury cyanide? Injected directly into the bloodstream.

Well, a suicide.

Why, that's not the same thing myself.

Except this is the second one we've gotten in as many hours.

And I've got three more down there who may have died from the same thing.

And all these guys are addicts? All got tracked in their arms. Two from the

mission district, one from Knob Hill.

How long will it take you to check them out? A couple of hours. Hurry up.

Homicide daily.

Yes, Dr. Claymore.

All right, let's go, boys. Get on the phone. Come on.

Let's go.

Okay, I got it.

Got a call from Dr. Claymore at Petraro Clinic.

Two more dead addicts. They have all the symptoms.

Well, what's the count?

That's 16 so far, Mike. Do we know what?

Well, the chief wants every available man we've got on this one. He just put

Narco on it, too.

We pick up every known heroin pusher we can find, whether we can make the

charges stick or not.

We've got to get them off the street.

Their lawyers will have them out on the street in an hour. Then we put them

right back in.

We've got to find that poison.

Well, you're a good man. Let's go.

Close the door.

Oh,

I know your client is anxious to get home, so am I.

But he's just going to have to wait his turn, Counselor.

Oh, now look.

You want to complain, call Captain.

Address. Huh?

Address.

2 West Laker, Palmton 7.

2 West Laker. Excuse me. How long do I got to wait before

I can close the air?

See what you made me do?

Now we got to start all over again.

Ah, come on. I read that twice.

Shut your mouth, Farron. Sit right down. You think I like this?

You just stay very quiet and stay right there until I get this filled out right.

What was your address again?

2S Blinker.

Jameson!

Jameson, I'm surprised. It's you I really am.

This sheet is filled out improperly. The information is supposed to go down

here. You know better than that, don't you?

You'll have to do the whole thing over again.

Oh, just relax. He'll get to you.

Right here. You take care of this first before you get to him. He'll get with

you.

Where's George?

I don't know. Out on the street, I guess. Is he all right? I think so. This

of action he enjoys.

Can I split?

I haven't even started with you yet. I didn't do anything, man. Tell me, man.

You've been busted eight times in the last two years.

Now, what's your social security number?

My what?

In the local news, the rash of recent deaths due to poisonous street narcotics

has prompted some of the free clinics around the Bay Area into a unique offer.

They will test any narcotics.

currently held by individuals.

And if no traces of the poison are found, they will return those narcotics.

Those wishing to avail themselves of this service can get details by calling

-8271. You see, you got nothing on me. I'm clean. I mean, and you're asking me

faces.

That stuff is white death.

Well, what do you get so worked up for? The dying's gonna stop in a while.

It's what?

Bad stuff's gonna get used up.

It'll be the end of it.

What about the people who use it?

They're going to be missed. There's a world of junkies out there, and more

getting turned on every day.

The supply is ready to do business with them.

Don't look at me all goggled -eyed. I'm saying it like it is.

Nobody twisting their arms to get them to hit the stuff. Hit it because they

want it.

It's the way it is.

It's the way it's always going to be.

Hey, Mike.

I think we finally got a break, man.

Did you find out where the stuff is coming from? No, no. I'm talking about

Cajun. Three clinics are going to test the street junk for the addicts, see if

it's poison or not. It was on television. Now, all we got to do is

those clinics, man. We haven't had much time to watch television lately. Look,

I'm telling you, I... George, people are dying out there, and we can't stop it

all by ourselves.

I would investigate it. Now, do you understand that?

What's wrong with you guys?

Don't you care anymore?

27 people have died in the last 36 hours, George.

Well, they're just junkies, Steve.

They're people.

Well, they're filth. It's gutter trash.

They deserve whatever happens to them, Steve.

I don't know who deserves what.

Yeah.

Get him out. Come on, come on, come on. Let's go. We have to go.

Hey, where have you been?

You hear those broadcasts about the free clinics testing junk?

Yeah. We got two clinics right up here in the Potrero District, right? Right.

We can each take one.

And maybe Cajun will turn up. We can't do that. I'm asking you to help me. You

owe me, man. You owe me.

Did you call the clinic?

They'll check it for free. The cops have nothing to do with it.

Are you sure?

As sure as I can be.

Can you make it?

I can't even walk, Cage.

I need to fix that.

I'm sorry, Cage.

That's all right, baby. That's all right.

I love you.

I'll be right back.

Seen anything?

I've seen half a dozen, but none to fit Cajun.

There's nothing here.

You see him, you call me.

George?

I'll call you.

Yes, I call one of those numbers. They're keeping out on the radio.

Oh, yeah, we check my stuff for me. Sure.

No trick. No trick No offense if I give you half of it at a time any way you

want. I'm only here to help It'll take a few minutes

Yes. I'll keep him here until you arrive at that.

George. George, can you hear me?

Yeah. Yeah, I spotted him.

Get over to 22nd and Minnesota as fast as you can.

Yeah.

All

right,

who did the shooting?

He said he was a cop, then he ran out the back. To the schoolyard?

Yeah. And look at his place.

All right, we'll make sure he can pay for the damage.

I can't wait.

I gotta take a chance.

No. No.

No. Please, Gage.

Don't make me beg.

Please.

Not you, me.

Me first.

And if nothing happens, then you. Simple.

Then you'll know not to take it won't you it's a dead end anyway, Amy

What are you guys doing? Your job, Stone. We're looking for a killer.

looking for a vendetta. People are dropping dead all over the city. Why

you do something about that?

Inspector George Turner. Call the watch commander at once on a landline.

Emergency. Help!

Someone help!

Cage is dying!

Oh, God, please!

Someone help me!

Oh, somebody help me! Cage is dying! Cage, cage, cage. Somebody... Bill, call

for me! I want in on this one!

I'm gonna call the meat wagon. I told you before to stay out of it. We'll take

care of it.

You save your sympathy, Lieutenant, for the ones these people rob and kill to

support your habit, man. Get yourself back to the station and make out your

report.

Come on, Phil. Homicide's gonna happen. George!

Come here.

What's the matter?

Your son's on the way to the hospital.

Andy? Andy?

Hi. Andy? Daddy?

Hi, Dad.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

I'm sorry.

Don't be mad at me, Daddy. Ah, nobody's mad, son. Come on.

I didn't mean that. No, Daddy loves you.

Nothing's going to change that.

Okay?

He told me a tent had been strung out for the past six months.

He's dead, Phil.

I'll take care of everything.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault, Mike. I killed him.

See, I didn't know that... I was looking for Cajun. I didn't know that he... How

did you kill him?

What?

Well, you said you killed your son.

How did you do it?

Oh, yeah, well, I mean, I wasn't there when he needed me, you know.

Did you kill Cajun, too?

No, the boy needs a strong hand, Mike. That's what I meant.

I mean, he just needs a father image, someone he can look up to. Yeah, how

more did you kill? 30, 31?

What the hell with them, Mike?

They're slime and just human garbage.

I mean, they're just junkies, just junkies, Mike.

That's right, slime, human garbage, junkies like your son.

Now, those addicts were people before they were junkies, just like your son.

They had fathers, too, you know.

And no matter what they become, there's somebody who cares for them, somebody

who doesn't want to see them dead.

Now, you tell me who's got that

poison.

Whose stuff did you get into?

Woody Parks.

It wasn't a bum tip, was it? You found it and you poisoned it.

Woody Parks, your man.

Here's his address.

Here.

He's not your partner anymore.

He's your prisoner.

Andrew?

I want to talk to you, man.

Hey, why don't you put that thing away?

This is just to make sure you listen.

Now, you're the one that put the poison out on the street, Woody.

Oh, get off that.

I had it checked. It was all bad.

And if I had more than a week in the habit, I'd have been dead.

I wouldn't do that. It's like cutting my own throat.

You don't have to worry about that, because if you don't come up with the

thing, I'm going to cut it for you.

Okay. Let's go to my apartment.

Do you know how many bags this could have cut into?

I'd rather not count.

I still think you ought to ask for a transfer. That's what my wife says. Only

don't notice you guys getting home any earlier.

Yeah, not lately.

Hey, Steve.

How you doing?

How's it going, Phil?

Pretty good.

Just got one death this week.

Yeah, but I'm sorry.

I believe you.

Doesn't help much, though, does it?

Nothing's going to help, Mike.

Nothing's going to change.

Poison's still on the street, you know that?

Just a different kind of poison.

It's slower, but it's just as deadly, right?

Got to keep killing people like Maggie, my son.

And Cajun.

How's it going?

I'm still trying.

He's wrong, you know.

Things are changing all the time.

Sometimes it's not for the better, that's all.

The only thing you can do is keep trying, right?