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The Streets of San Francisco, a Quinn
Martin production starring Carl Malden.

Also starring Richard Hatch.

With

guest stars

Maureen McCormick, Lou Frizzell, special
guest star

James Olsen.

Tonight's episode, No Minor Vices.

Be right out.

Can I help you?

Are you Hal O 'Brien?

Yes.

All right, let's just take it easy.

You can have anything I've got.

Listen, I don't keep much money in the
shop.

It's all checks and credit cards.

There's a petty cash box in the desk.

Right there.

The cameras.

Man, that's over 15 grand.

Take it all.

Just take it and go away.

What do you want?

Finished?

All right.

Let me know when you get a closer fix on
the time of death.

All right, can we go on?

I don't know what there is to go on
about, Inspector.

I've told you before, I know very little
about my husband's recent work or where

he spent his time.

Just for the record, where were you last
night?

Just for the record, I was playing
bridge at a neighbor's house between 8

last night.

Martha Wilson.

May I please go now? I've never liked
this place, and I certainly don't want

be here now.

All right.

But we may have to talk to you again
later.

That's absolutely necessary.

Thank you.

Anything from the widow?

Yeah. An alibi and a cold wind. The lady
couldn't care less.

There must be thousands of dollars worth
of equipment here, and yet nothing was

stolen, according to the cashier. Which
leaves us with a possible vengeance

killing. Or an execution.

He was shot three times in the chest,
close range.

You know, he was good.

Could have stuck his camera someplace it
didn't belong.

Organized crime.

Or blackmail.

Come on.

Cindy! Hey! You're looking great!

Another modeling job?

Yeah. No big deal. Some, uh, dumb insect
spray for days just count.

Hey,

listen. Gotta do me a favor.

Could you turn these in for me?

I've got a cut this afternoon and I'll
never make it in time.

Okay, but that'll be a no -no with Miss
Ardmore.

Hey, I'll graduate, don't worry.

Do you know who she's gonna celebrate
with?

I haven't said yes yet.

Well, you haven't said no.

Okay? Yeah, sure. Bye.

All right, Myers, let me know if you
turn up anything.

Well, that was vice.

O 'Brien has no connection with the mob.

No pornography, no bookmaking, no
nothing.

All the alibis check out.

His wife and that cashier were out with
friends. We know that.

And he was killed between 10 and
midnight.

I hope you've got something.

Something we didn't expect. Take a look
at this.

The one on the right is the bullet that
killed O 'Brien last night.

The one on the left was taken from the
body of a Walter Reeves eight days ago.

Same weapons?

38 Rupert and Jones. The lab just got a
match.

Which means there's an obvious
connection.

Obvious connection? I can't think of
any.

Let me look at his file again.

Say, you better tell Tanner we'll take
this case back.

Was Reeves the photographer?

No, but he was a guy with a fancy
apartment and no visible means of

Meaning? Meaning I don't know how he
made a living and his brother was pretty

vague on the subject.

Why don't you put out another want on
that gun?

Make it statewide and add O 'Brien's
name to it.

Gotcha.

Yeah, I'm going to have another talk
with his brother.

Jerry, this is San Francisco, not Miami.
When the wind blows off the bay, women

want linings in their coats, not tissue
paper.

What do you mean, tomorrow?

Today is the tomorrow you talked about
yesterday.

Shape up, will you, Jerry, huh?

Yeah, okay.

Lieutenant, I don't understand.

I mean, it's not as if Walt lived on a
desert island. He lived in a big

apartment house.

You mean to tell me nobody in that whole
building saw anything or heard

anything? Mr. Reeves, that's right.

Everybody in the adjacent buildings were
out when your brother was killed.

And we don't have anything without your
help.

How can I help?

Well, does your brother know a
photographer by the name of Hal O

I have no idea.

You don't know any of his friends? Very
few.

Walt was seven years younger than me. We
moved in different circles.

I see.

You know, the last time we talked, you
were kind of fuzzy about his means of

support. No, no. I wasn't fuzzy.

I was stuck in you.

You're not telling me anything I know.

Lieutenant, I didn't want my mother to
know what the kid did for a living.

You see, she's widowed. She's getting
on.

How do you think she'd feel if she saw a
headline?

Gambler murdered.

I mean, it would break her heart.

Professional gambler, eh?

That's right.

See, my father left us this business.

Walt, he didn't want any part of it.

He asked me to buy him out.

I did.

Is it possible that your brother could
have been involved with the mob?

I doubt it.

What would he need them for?

That kid was a winner.

You're Hollingsworth? Yes.

Scum.

Beg your pardon?

Corrupt. accepting my flesh unpunished.

Okay, you ready, Hank? Ready, Sidney?
Now, just relax. Just hold it.

Get ready to start spraying and smiling,
okay? All right, fine.

Tell you what, let's bring in the wind
from across the bay. Can I have some

wind, please?

All right, great. Now, start spraying
and... Okay, great. Good. What's the

matter? You having trouble? Don't worry
about the hat.

Don't worry about that.

Don't worry about that. You look great.

Okay, give me a little more.

Beautiful. Fantastic.

Okay. Nice and close. Hold this can a
little bit closer to your face, baby.

That's it. Oh, beautiful.

Well, another exciting day in the life
of a licensed investigator hiding out in

motel parking lots.

So why do you do it?

Greed.

Nah, I used to make a lot of money at
this until they changed all those

laws. Nobody cares who's sleeping with
who.

Just no need for backup evidence.

Irreconcilable differences.

You boys looking at an endangered
species here.

Do you have anything for us?

Well, you know, every now and then you
get a hold of a wife that just has to

know, you know?

Mrs. O 'Brien was like that.

What about her?

Well, I'd been trailing her husband for
weeks. She was absolutely convinced he

wasn't spending all of his time shooting
pictures of babies and flower

arrangements. And?

She was right.

I nailed him three times with three
different women.

Your Mrs. O 'Brien, she was filing for a
divorce.

That's why she was so cold about her
husband's death.

And three women.

Maybe we're dealing with a jealous
husband.

I don't think so. They were all... Not
married women. There were two divorcees

and a widow here.

Uh, there you go. Here's something else.

Mr. O 'Brien's little black book.

How did you get this?

Uh, I didn't hear that question.

Okay, I didn't ask it.

Women, women, more women.

Speedy O 'Brien.

Hey, wait a minute.

There's a few men here.

And look who he's got listed.

Walter Reeves.

All right, Mike, these three guys are
all bookmakers, but they're just nickels

and dimes stuff, nothing big at all.

Okay, so O 'Brien, give him a little.
What about Walter Reeves?

Well, we checked him out, and boy, he
was a hot shot on the old poker table.

But he's apparently clean.

No mob financing?

No.

No, the guy was a loner.

But he did make the circuit, you know,
with Vegas and the cruise ships and Palm

Springs. But as far as we could tell,
the guy didn't need any help.

Okay, so we know O 'Brien knew Reeves.
They both gambled.

Maybe somebody got taken over the coals.

Robbins, sore loser.

Well, maybe it worked for you.

Yeah.

Lieutenant Stone, this is Sheriff Groves
in White Falls, California.

Yeah, up near the Oregon border.

Got a telephoto of your ballistics
report on that .38.

Looks to me like the same gun that
killed one of our local businessmen.

Can I have that name, Sheriff?

Mel Hollingsworth.

I'd like to fly up in the morning and
compare notes with you.

Good, I'll see you then.

Okay.

That makes three.

Another killing?

Yep, same gun.

Whoever's handling it is having himself
a field day.

Oh, the usual.

The yard gets noisier every day.

It's nice to get home.

The dinner will be ready soon.

Why don't you watch the news for a few
minutes?

Not until I get a kiss from my favorite
girl.

Three times in the chest, fired at close
range.

Sure was a shock.

Mel Hollingsworth ran that appliance
store for almost 20 years. One of the

nicest fellas you'd want to meet.

Did you ever spend much time with him?

Oh, yeah, sure did. Did he gamble?

Well, if you want to call it gambling.

He was a Monday night regular with me
and some of the others in town.

No big thing, quarter limit.

You'd be surprised how sometimes a quiet
fella can be a closet plunger.

Need for the big game. That's right.

Not in this town.

I didn't mean this time.

No, Ernie.

Jim asked me to, and I don't even know
if I'm going to go to the prom.

Why don't we talk about it at school,
okay?

I'm fixing breakfast for my dad.

Okay. Bye.

Don't you want any breakfast?

Who was on the phone?

Just a kid from school.

At this hour? Can't he wait?

He's a little bit pushy.

Cindy, you ever think about what's
happening out there?

Decay. I don't mean what's happening to
the neighborhoods. I mean moral decay.

It's like a whirlpool of sucking us all
under, corrupting everything, everybody.

I've been thinking about that new job
offer from Evan's Shipyard in the North

Bay area. We've got to get out of the
city.

I like the city. We can buy a house,
maybe in Mallory.

That's only five miles from the yard.

Just imagine that. Clean air, lots of
trees, nobody even locks their door at

night.

Daddy. I know that you've got to finish
school, but we'll work that out.

It's not just my school.

All my friends are here, and my career's
finally getting started.

Oh, Ernie, whoever he is, and Jim Foster
and his tight pants, you won't miss

them, you know that.

And that's...

So -called career of yours. You've
earned, what, maybe $300 in two years?

kind of career is that?

Hey, well, it's just getting started.

Cindy, I'm serious.

Think about it.

Look, I'm going to be late for school.
I'll see you later.

I've asked you not to wear these.

I like them.

I can't believe you said was.

Any minute I expect the phone to ring
and hear Mel's voice saying he'll be

soon. He closed the store every night at
6, be home by 6 .30.

Did he ever leave town, go away on a
business trip?

Once a year, to the appliance dealers
convention.

He was there last week, Thursday and
Friday.

Well, you didn't tell me that.

Where was the convention held?

Does it really matter?

Was it San Francisco?

Yes. This year it was at the Larchmont
Hotel.

Here you are, Inspector.

Mr. Hollingsworth's bill.

Great.

Thank you very much.

Can I come in?

No, Jim, I haven't got time.

Hey, what do I have to do to see you? Do
I have to buy a camera and make an

appointment?

Hey, thanks for the ride.

Cindy Lawson?

Yeah?

San Francisco Police.

Could we ask you a few questions?

Sure.

I hope I haven't done anything major.

We hope not.

We got your name from the flash
answering service.

They said you did some modeling.

That's right.

Part -time.

I don't graduate from high school till
June.

What kind of modeling do you do?

Oh, mainly commercial stuff.

Trade conventions, display ads.

Yesterday it was for an insect spray.

Did you ever pose for a photographer
named Hal O 'Brien?

Gerald O 'Brien.

Yeah, I think it was for a supermarket
ad.

What about Mel Hollingsworth?

Oh, sure.

I modeled for him last week in his
display booth at the client show.

At the Larchmont Hotel.

That's right.

Why? Do you work through a model agency?

Yeah, Frazier's.

Could you tell me what this is all
about? Did you ever work for a Walter

No, the name doesn't sound familiar.
Why?

Well... All three of these men have been
murdered.

Murdered?

And we thought since you worked for two
of them, you might be able to help us.

Wow.

I only worked for them. I don't know any
of them.

Did they ever tell you anything about
their personal lives?

No. Did anything out of the ordinary
occur while you were with them?

Hey, look, I'm really sorry about what
happened.

But I don't know anything about them.

Well, if anything comes to mind, please
give us a call.

Nothing's going to come to mind.

They hardly spoke to me.

Hey, listen, don't mention any of this
to my father.

He's a real worrier.

You know how parents are.

Yes, I know.

You know, it could be a coincidence
they're working for both O 'Brien and

Hollingsworth. Well, let's dig anyway.

You check the model agency and I'll
check with the school.

Hi, Cindy Lawson. Any messages?

Harry Dillman?

Uh -huh.

Okay.

Wait a minute. Could you call him for me
and tell him that I'll be there?

Okay, thanks.

There's a work assignment here for O
'Brien and Mr.

Hollingsworth, but I don't see anything
from the Mr. Reeves.

Well, then she never worked for him.

Are you sure the file's complete?

Absolutely. The name means nothing to
me, either.

Okay.

Thanks, Miss Frazier.

Ah. Ms.

Frazier. Oh, Inspector, have you ever
thought of moonlighting?

As a model.

No, thank you.

I was hoping you had something else in
mind.

I'm sorry. I'm sort of married.

That's too bad.

Yeah, too bad.

Uh, this is the Webster Advertising
Agency. I'm trying to reach Miss Cindy

Lawson. This is her answering service,
isn't it?

Yeah, I know. I understand, but I have
to reach her.

I have a modeling job for her tomorrow.

Oh, uh, where?

Harry... Delman...

Yeah, I got it.

Thank you.

Well, I can't imagine Cindy Lawson in
any trouble.

Oh, no trouble. Just a routine
investigation.

She's such a bright young thing. Has to
be average.

Could be higher, but she's cut a few
times too often. Yes, I noticed that in

file. Well, it has to do with her
modeling career.

Children nowadays are so anxious to earn
something extra.

I suppose most families are feeling the
tight money squeeze.

You know, she does get credit for her
modeling.

It's called the work experience.

Have you ever had any disciplinary
problems with her?

Oh, my, no.

I tell you, Lieutenant, I wish there
were more Cindy's here at Peterson High.

She's my idea of a really sweet young
lady.

It's your happy call, girl. Sandy.

Don't talk that way.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Friends?

That's better.

Friends.

All of my clients are respectable and
they value their privacy.

Look, I already gave you this one, Cindy
Larson's address.

And I'm not supposed to do that.

Well, we can always get a court order if
that's what you... Lieutenant.

Oh, look, I honestly don't know who she
talked to.

All I do around here is read their
messages.

Aside from taking messages, do you ever
make calls for your clients?

Yes, certainly if they ask us to.

And charge it to their bills?

Yes. May we see a copy of Cindy Lawson's
bill?

That's better, sir.

What did you learn about that?

A little trick of the trade.

Since when did we have tricks?

I, uh, used to have a buddy that was an
insurance salesman. Spent a lot of time

on the road and couldn't always get to a
phone when a client was in.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, uh...

Have you any idea whose number that is?

555 -2300.

Yes, that's the Hastings Hotel.

Thank you very much.

Just a minute, Lieutenant.

What about my bill?

I'll send it right back to you.

You look like a tomcat who found spilt
milk. I didn't find it. You did. Take a

look at the third name from the top.
Walter Reeves.

The model agency said they never heard
of him. She heard of him and she lied to

us. Come on.

Well, once in a while I like to do for
my favorite girl.

Come on, honey.

I love you.

Okay, what's the real reason for
breakfast in bed?

I'm sorry I lost my temper, but you were
out so late I was worried.

Apology accepted.

I would have explained to you last
night, except you came on kind of

I was with Jim and Debbie.

We were playing records and we just lost
track of time.

Cindy, about that new job offer... Dad,
I really don't want to talk about that

right now. It's really a good deal.

And as far as you're finishing up
school, I think I can manage a car for

Excuse me, Daddy. I'm going to go brush
my teeth.

Cindy?

What's the sign?

Rude.

Well, it's just not proper running
around the house half -naked.

Tell me, Daddy, did Mom always have to
dress up to the neck whenever you were

around?

Cindy, about that job, you know... The
pay's the same, but the setup's better.

I'd have less traveling. I'd be able to
spend more time at home.

Hey, Daddy, I just turned 18.

I'm an adult.

And I don't want to live in any dumb
small town.

If you want to take the job and move
out, go right ahead.

You're going with me.

I guess you can make me move with you.

But I'd move out.

Back to San Francisco.

And you won't be able to do anything
about it.

Now, the car, that's a pretty neat
bribe.

But I'm not interested.

If you want us to live together, it's
going to have to be here.

Because I like my life here.

Hey, can you tell me where I can find
Lawson?

That guy in the truck? Okay.

Thanks.

Mr. Lawson?

Yeah.

Police.

Well, what can I do for you, Lieutenant?

Well, Mr. Lawson, we're looking for your
daughter.

Can you tell me where I can find her?

Cindy?

Well, she's at school. No, she's not.

And she's not at home either.

Oh, I suppose she got another modeling
job. I asked her not to cut class, but

you know how it is. What's the problem?

Did she tell you that I spoke to her
yesterday?

No.

Well, Cindy can't be in any trouble.
She's a fine girl.

Her counselor at school shares your
opinion.

However, we're investigating three
homicides.

And as far as we know, your daughter's
had contact with all three victims.

Are you sure you've got the right girl?

There it is, Cindy Lawson.

I don't understand. What possible
connection?

She modeled for two of the victims.

You said there were three. That's right.

The third one's name was Reeves, Walter
Reeves.

And your daughter denies knowing him.

She denied it. She doesn't know him. Mr.
Lawson, we know that she knew him.

Well, what do you want to meet?

I'd like you to talk to her.

Maybe she'll open up to you more than
she did to us.

I'll do my best.

I don't like to interfere in my
daughter's life, especially the career

know, kids nowadays want more freedom
than we had as youngsters.

Sometimes being a father can be very
trying.

Do I know that?

Thank you. Yeah.

Ted, I'm going home. I think I'm coming
down with a cold.

Yeah, the work orders are all up to
date.

Right, thanks.

Excuse me.

Have you ever seen this girl?

Sure, I've seen her.

I know her.

They get younger and younger all the
time.

Come again?

A call girl?

That's what the bell captain at the
Hastings said.

I didn't believe it either, so I checked
the Larchmont and a couple of other

hotels. Confirmed they all know her.

Bring her in.

Sit down, Cindy.

I guess he gave you the story about me.

You shocked?

No, I've been a cop too long to be
shocked.

Surprised sometimes, but... But you'd
still like to know what a nice girl like

me is doing in a racket like this.

You've crossed my mind.

You know, there really is a generation
gap.

You don't understand that sex isn't such
a big deal.

One morning, I woke up... The guy was
gone. There was $100 on my pillow.

So easy.

I guess I'm not here to talk about my
sex life.

I think we are.

You lied to us about Walter Reeves.

Okay.

I met him through Mr. O 'Brien.

I didn't want to tell you about it
because...

Because you were afraid we would figure
you out?

Yeah.

There was a big poker game at Mr.
Reeves' apartment.

I've never seen so much money in one
place before. There were $1 ,000 bills

the table.

Go on.

There was a fight.

There was a lot of screaming and yelling
going on.

This guy said that Mr. Reeves was
cheating and that him and Mr. O 'Brien

on it together.

Who was he?

I don't know.

Somebody said he was from Dallas.

He was drinking, too.

After a while, a couple guys grabbed him
and they threw him out.

Mr. Reeves must have played with him
before because he said he was always a

loser. And you were a shill for Mr.
Reeves?

What's that?

You shocked me.

And you called yourself a woman of the
world.

Are you through with me?

No, we're not through with you.

I want you to give me the exact
description of that Texan and everybody

was at that poker game.

Yes, yes, information. Harry Delman
Enterprises.

Uh -huh.

And what's the address?

Cindy, you know, one of these days you
might get busted.

Not by me, but sooner or later, one of
the guys from the vice squad is bound to

catch up with you. You ever seen the
inside of a prison?

You wouldn't like it.

Not to mention the fact that you just
might get yourself into something you

can't get out of.

Think about that, huh?

You know, you're a pretty nice guy.

Gentlemen, Harry Dillman.

Dan, can you hear me? He's out,
Lieutenant.

Lieutenant? No, he's all right.

Cover him up. Cover him up.

Come on, hurry it up. Let's go. Make it
fast.

Who saw him? Did you see anything?

No, one of the tenants said he saw a guy
walking out, but he doesn't remember

what he looked like. You keep on it. I
will.

I'm taking that job. Pack your things.

You go without me. Look, I'm not asking
you anymore. I'm telling you.

Throw those damn beads away.

Those were Mother's.

Those beads were the only thing she left
me.

Just pack.

I'm taking you somewhere where I don't
have to worry about protecting you

anymore. Like you protected Mother.

What are you talking about?

with another man.

You drove her out of the house.

That's not true. I loved her.

What'd you do?

Did you listen to every phone call she
made?

Did you spy on her like you do me?

Oh, God, how she must have hated you to
run away with someone else.

To run away from me.

That was so long ago. I thought you'd
forgotten.

I knew you wanted me to.

I tried.

Because I love you.

But I loved her too.

Cindy, you were too young to understand.

Would you leave me alone?

You were seven then.

At school the day I came home and she
was in the bedroom.

With another man, and I was ready to
forgive her even then.

She was like you, vulnerable.

Easy to take advantage of.

It was his fault.

I would never have hurt her.

Ever. And I tried to tell her that.

And she wouldn't listen.

With him?

No.

What did he do?

What happened to that man?

He was evil, a corrupter.

Men like that have to be punished.

My God.

You killed him?

And you killed all those others, too?

Oh, my God!

Cindy?

Thank you very much. I'll just be a
minute.

Aren't you playing this up pretty big?

Of course.

Still don't know I could pass out like
that. It's just a little shoulder wound.

Shocked. Must have been.

Mike, this guy came at me from out of
nowhere.

Did you get a good look at him?

No.

He was still in the car.

He looked like a big man with receding
blonde hair.

Receding blonde hair.

Big?

Big?

Didn't he follow him?

What? He must have thought I was someone
else. He called me Delman.

Harry Delman.

My gut name's on Cindy's list.

Cindy?

What are you doing here?

Is anyone else here?

No, everybody's gone.

Is it wise you're coming here?

I gotta talk to you.

Cindy, is something wrong?

Are you saying I could be next?

I don't know. It's possible.

Do you know who the killer is?

I don't know.

That's why you've got to get out of
town.

Hey, look, don't answer it.

He may be trying to find out if you're
here.

So he could come after you.

You said he.

You do know who it is.

All right, you two stay here.

I'll take the other unit with me and be
careful.

He's dangerous.

You didn't call the police.

I can't. What do you mean you can't?
Hey, look, don't ask me to explain. I

can't. Well, I can.

How the hell do I ask for police
protection because I've been seeing a

hooker?

Gentlemen. Harry, gentlemen.

No, no, no, no, please, no.

I've got it.

Get that gun.

Why Because you're my little girl

Call

an

ambulance

He looked awful, didn't he?

How long do you think he'll be under
observation?

Oh, that's up to the doctors.

You do know that he might have to stand
trial, and it doesn't look good.

It's funny.

You love him.

Even after everything you did.

Everything he did?

Cindy, you've got to take some
responsibility, too.

Your father blamed them, and you were
just as much at fault as they were.

Do you have any relatives in town?

Anywhere where you can go and stay?

Yeah. I've got an advocate who lives
across town.

She asked me to come and live with her.

I will.

I want to graduate with my class.

No way you can keep up your modeling.

That's right. That too.

You know, I know I shouldn't do this,
but... Do you mind if I offer you a

bit of fatherly advice?

Cindy?

I think you're a bright girl.

I think you're very attractive.

And I also think you have a great future
as a model.

If only you... Yeah?

Now you know what I'm trying to say.

Why don't you give up that kind of life?

Why?