Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 15 - Sixth Sense - full transcript
Stopped at a traffic light while driving to work, Crowley notices the driver of the next car is unusually nervous and sweaty, and apparently has "made" Crowley as a cop. Crowley shows his badge and orders the driver to pull over, which he does. After questioning the man, Crowley forces his car trunk -- and finds a woman inside, unconscious from multiple stab wounds. The driver flees on foot, but Crowley tackles him. But Crowley had no legal justification to search the car, as a furious police captain reminds him, and the man -- who was the assailant -- is released from custody. The woman dies without regaining consciousness. Pepper and Crowley soon find evidence that the man is a totally psychotic woman-hater and that the woman in the trunk (played by a pre-"Vegas" Phyllis Davis in one very short scene) was his third victim after insulting him. With the boss still breathing down their necks, Pepper and Crowley dog the man, his wife and his "real" mistress, hoping to get one or the other to break down and force the killer's hand again. Contains an incredibly stupid final chase scene.
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Trick or treat, darling.
- In case you
haven't been listening,
Charlie, I enjoyed the lunch.
But the matinee turned out
to be a rerun of something
I didn't particularly enjoy
the first time around.
You may be a cop,
but you're breaking
the law, pal!
- Someone picked the lock,
dumped off Miss St. Clair,
and then just vanished?
- Yes.
- Kiss the girls,
and make them die!
- Look, why don't we just
forget the whole thing, okay?
It's late, and I've had
a couple of prospects
waiting at the
office since 12:30.
I mean, I don't mind blowing
a sale for a good reason,
but this is ridiculous.
If you got problems, why
don't you do me a favor,
Charlie, why don't you work
them out with somebody else,
a doctor, or a shrink,
whatever the case requires.
You know, there's all
sorts of ways of getting help,
therapeutic ways that don't
involve non-professionals,
like me.
See, I'm just not equipped
to handle your situation.
My husband, ex husband,
he had the same...
Well to tell you
the truth, Charlie,
when it came to
the witching hour,
you could have
been twin brothers.
Oh, did I take
it all personally.
Thought that the
only solution would be
a quick trip to the
medicine cabinet.
If we had as many
sleeping pills as asprin,
I guess I'd be dead right now.
I guess I'd be dead
for a whole year.
In case you haven't
been listening, Charlie,
I enjoyed the lunch.
But the matinee
turned out to be a rerun
of something I didn't
particularly enjoy
the first time around.
So, uh, when you're
all zipped together,
I want to be taken
back to my office.
At least if I can make a sale,
the day won't be a total loss.
Hey, uh, you wouldn't be
interested in a nice duplex,
would ya?
One with an enclosed
patio, and a heated pool?
12-150, code one.
- 12-150, go.
12-150, what's
your ETA to court?
- 12-150, tell the DA that
I'm running a little late.
I'll be there in
about 10 minutes.
12-150, roger.
12-150, requesting warrant
on 396, Paul, Edward, king.
Standby.
- 12-150, roger.
12-150, 396 Paul, Edward, king,
no minor warrants.
- Pull around the corner,
just pull around the corner.
Can I see your
driver's license, please?
- Uh, what's the
problem, officer?
Certainly couldn't
have been speeding.
- This your current
address, Mr. Hollis?
- Yeah.
Look, I'm in a hurry, so
if I'd broken some law,
I'd like to know what it is.
- Where are you headed, sir?
- I asked you what
the problem was,
I don't have to
tell you anything,
unless there's a
legitimate reason.
- Sir, you seem very nervous.
You're perspiring a
great deal, you know.
- Good lord, it's
102, did you stop me
because I'm perspiring?
- Do you mind stepping
out of your car, please?
- Yeah, I mind one
whole hell of a lot.
- Do you wanna please
step out of your car, sir?
- Look, I'm an architect, okay?
I own my own firm,
if you're interested,
it's about six blocks,
straight down, it's 4222 Elm.
My name is in the
lobby, and on every door
on the top floor.
- You wanna give
me your car keys?
- You gotta be kidding!
- No sir, I'm not.
- You want
something in that hand,
I'll give you my lawyer and
about five of his associates.
- Take one step back.
Take one step back.
There you go, right there.
Now stay right there, I
mean stay, right there.
You may be a cop, but
you're breaking the law, pal!
You open that trunk, and
your department's gonna be
in the middle of the biggest
lawsuit it's had in 20 years.
- Hey!
Hey, call the police!
Tell them an officer needs help,
and get an ambulance right away!
- Who put out the call?
- Well we think it was 12-150,
a citizen saw him take off
after the driver of that car.
- What's this
ambulance here for?
- Didn't they tell ya?
- Nah.
- Well, we've got a victim.
She was in the trunk.
Stuffed in a garbage bag.
- Joe!
Yeah?
- You better ride with her,
and get a statement,
if you can, anything.
Okay.
- That's it, you pull him over,
because you felt
something wasn't kosher.
That's your probable cause?
- What can I say, Captain,
now the minute I saw the
guy, I knew he was dirty.
- Cop's intuition.
- You can call it that.
- Good ole' sixth sense.
Well, I'll tell you this,
it's right more times
than it is wrong.
We'll try selling
that to our jury.
It's like pedaling a
load of ripe garbage.
- But this guy was
dripping wet, Captain,
he's sitting inside of
an air conditioned car,
sweating, dripping wet!
- Maybe he had a
glandular problem.
What he had was
guilt, all over his face.
- Well that's too bad,
because from what you've said
we won't even get our filing.
- Hey, why don't we slow
down long enough to think.
I mean, what if Bill
hadn't opened that trunk,
for whatever reason,
somebody'd be dead right now.
- Don't get touchy, Pepper.
- I'm not touchy!
But just once, for a
change, why don't we start
dealing with something positive?
- Why is she do touchy today?
- I don't know, Captain,
maybe it's the heat.
- Hey, Bill!
What about this?
- That's it!
You had to have seen that, Bill,
that's your probable
cause, right there.
Come on, Bill, that's blood!
That's physical, that's the
strongest PC you can have.
- No, the blood
wasn't on the bumper
when I stopped
the car, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- What I need to know,
what's very important
for me to find out,
is what you've said.
Every word, even what
you might've let slip.
- All I did, buddy boy, was
make my one phone call
to the tennis club,
where I knew you'd be.
Now what's this slip routine,
if I'm not mistaken, the word
usually implies some kind
of devious behavior,
you think I'm guilty
of stabbing that slut,
is that it...
- Hey, hey, I don't care if
you're the west coast slasher,
I'm here to protect you,
and to see that you protect
yourself.
- Beginning to sound like mommy.
- You're mother, God rest her,
was not my favorite person.
- She wasn't anybody's, Ron.
Including good old dad,
or any of his girlfriends,
um, look, what's
the situation here,
are they gonna book
me and take away
my wrist watch and
shoe laces and things?
- They might go
through the motions,
but you really don't have
too much to worry about.
Even if you did shoot off
your compulsive mouth.
Poisonous fruit from a
poisonous tree, Charlie.
Search is no good, they
didn't have probably cause.
Anything that might
develop as a result of that
is called fruit from
a poisonous tree,
it's not admissible.
- I mean they, they
can't do anything to...
Nothing at all?
- They could file, but they
know they'd probably never
get it passed a
preliminary hearing.
You're home free.
- Believe me, I'm just as
concerned about this as you are.
I just need something
a little more tangible
to go on, other than, uh,
what are we talking about here?
Sixth sense?
- Let me tell you
something about sixth sense,
Mister prosecutor, it
keeps more cops alive,
and solves more
cases than any crime lab
or training exercise
I know about.
- And when was the last
time you launched that
towards a jury, and
watched it come back
and hit ya smack
in the face, huh?
No, we just better hope
that this girl stays alive,
and is able to testify.
- What if she dies?
No, I mean what if it
becomes murder one,
are you just gonna sit
back in your chair like that,
and tell me that as far as
your office is concerned,
it's a legal wipe out?
- If she dies, sergeant,
we are left with zilch.
That's what I'm gonna tell you.
Cause we don't have witnesses,
we don't have any
admissible evidence,
technically speaking, we
won't even have a corpse.
You listen to me,
you go out and get me
some legally obtained,
physical evidence, and I'll
file your case for ya, okay?
- Well, I see it went about
as well as we expected, huh?
Just once, just once
I'd like for the DA
good close up look at our
judicial system, just once.
How are ya?
What are you doing
in that clown suit,
I thought you were
working advice?
- All good things must
come to an end, Billy.
- She had a little
trouble with about 50%
of the investigators exam,
I did better than that
on my drivers test.
- So they dumped
me back in uniform,
put me behind a desk,
South East Division.
- You better be careful,
that's a good way to
put pounds on places
you don't wanna put pounds on.
- In this thing?
Uh, who could
tell the difference?
- Crowley.
- Bye-bye, officer.
Hope I didn't ruin your day.
- Oh, we all knew it
was gonna happen,
what's the big surprise?
- Listen, uh, if you don't mind,
I'll take you up on that
pizza some other time.
- Sure, go do your thing.
- Alright, thanks.
Wanna get something to eat?
- Not particularly.
- Uh, Sandy's across the street,
I can call her and she can
bring us back some pizza's, okay?
Look, you don't like
the system right now,
and neither do I.
But neither one of us
has had anything to eat
for over seven hours.
Come on.
I'll treat.
I'll even leave the
tip, this time, okay?
- I've been looking
all over for you.
George just called
from sent to receiving,
that girl that you found,
the stabbing victim,
well she just died.
- Okay, as far as I'm concerned,
we've got a whole new ball game,
with a whole new set of rules.
Must be the butler's day off.
- I'm not so sure.
Thank you!
Alright, now!
Oh!
Well, I've got a good teacher.
There it is!
Oh!
Ah, good game!
Thank you.
Oh, you're getting so good.
Good game, good game.
- Oh.
- Morning, Mrs. Hollis.
I'm sergeant Crowley,
with the police department,
this is my partner,
Sergeant Anderson.
- You don't have
to talk to them, Amy,
not for one second.
Just standing here, where
they are, they're trespassing.
- Well what's so terrible,
Ron, I have nothing to hid,
and neither does Charlie.
How can I help you?
- Well one thing
I'd like to know,
I mean, I was wondering, what
was your husband's explanation
for, uh, finding Miss St.
Claire in the trunk of his car?
- Amy, don't.
They're here because
they're embarrassed
by their own illegal search.
They're trying to use
Charlie as a way out.
- I would like to have
the record cleared,
is that okay by you?
The night before it happened,
Charlie left his
car in a parking lot,
I met him downtown, at a
restaurant, near his office,
and well, he, he had a little
bit too much wine with dinner,
so he left his car, and I
drove him home in mine.
- You're saying while
his car was left overnight,
someone picked the lock,
dumped off Miss St. Claire,
and then just vanished?
- Yes.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
Because it's true.
- Well, her name is
Pamela Jane St. Claire,
age 28, divorced, no
known relatives in the city,
no kids, I even got her social
security number here, too,
in case you're interested.
Also, her date of birth.
She became a realtor after
she split with her husband,
and she was very bright,
and very aggressive.
She did quite well, actually,
nobody seems to
know who she dated,
but one gentleman in
there said that he heard her
talk about meeting men at
a single's bar in Lexington.
- O'Connor's.
- They have a saying there,
that if you can't make
out at O'Connor's,
you better hang it up.
- Quaint.
- I take it you've
been there, William?
- No, sir, I've never
been that hard up.
- This O'Connor's
or the city zoo?
- Must be
O'Connor's, at the zoo,
the animal's don't smoke.
- Oh, hi, ho, pretty people.
I'd buy you a drink, but
around here, you gotta be 21.
- Well I think I
got my ID with me.
- Hey, if you're off duty, sir,
how'd you like to
buy cutie a drink.
- Won't work,
cutie's on duty, too.
You ever seen
this person before?
- I don't know,
you see so many...
What happened to the poor kid?
- Yeah, well, uh,
what about him?
- Oh, now you're
talking about a regular,
that's, uh, Holdman, the
brain surgeon, the doctor.
- Holdman, the brain surgeon?
- Yeah, you wanna talk
to anybody about him,
talk to that bilingual
pace job over there.
- How do those two fit?
- Like pieces of
a jigsaw puzzle.
Put 'em all together,
they spell weirdo.
- Thanks.
- Excuse me.
Sergeant Anderson from
the police department.
This is Sergeant Crowley.
- How you doing?
Can we sit down and
talk to you for a minute?
- If you're police officers,
you'll probably do
what you want, anyhow.
I am Martha Wallace.
You might say that I am the
of O'Connor's, if such
a grotesque concept
can be imagined.
- You've captured it perfectly.
- Hm, you've got
everything but the horns.
- Oh, the horns are
on the inside, Monsieur.
You find them by looking
closely at the eyes.
- What do you find when
you look at this guy's eyes?
- Charlie, his eyes are complex,
but he has a warm heart,
an excellent sense of humor,
and what the little creep do,
kill somebody or something?
- Yes, we think he did.
- The conversation is closed.
I am not for sale, dear friends.
You're not gonna use me
to mess up a human being,
who happens to share my trust.
- Well, I hope you
change your mind,
if you do, you can
reach me at this number.
- You're nice people,
but you're trouble.
I knew that the minute I saw
you talking to the bartender.
- And all this time, I thought
we were being subtle.
It's very good.
- Keep it, darling.
If I ever get as famous as
it'll be worth a fortune.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Hey, Bill, where's Pepper?
- She's downstairs with her
friend who flunks examinations.
- Well, I made that
computer check.
And guess what, during
the past two years,
a couple of other young ladies
have turned up in
garbage cans around town.
- Stabbed?
- Exact same number of times.
- So much for our
love triangle theory.
Looks like we're
dealing with some guy
who takes a look
at the full moon
every once in a while,
and just goes bananas.
And I had him.
I had him right in
the palm of my hands.
- Sergeant Crowley?
- Yeah.
- I'm Delwood, from
communications,
I think I got someone who
witnessed your murder.
He phoned in twice.
Once yesterday,
once this morning,
he sounded like
a kid, a teenager,
maybe 15 or 16 years old.
Both times he hung up
before I could get him identified.
- Did he sound legit?
- Enough for me to
lug this up three floors.
Go on, turn it on.
And see if it will make
or break your day.
- Oh, what's the
matter, Paracleese?
Mama forgot to
feed you, yes she did.
Mama is bad people, that's
what mama is, bad, bad folks.
What was that?
What is going on?
Martha.
Help me.
I'm hurt.
Please, Martha, help me, please.
Please, Martha, help me.
- Who is it?
Please let me in.
They're after me, Martha.
I need your help.
Trick or treat,
darling, trick or treat.
Oh, darling, I'd
give a million dollars
for a picture of
your face right now.
I really would!
Police Department 36.
Is this the police department?
Yes, it is.
Well, I think I
witnessed a murder.
Across the canyon,
from where I live.
This guy was stabbing a woman.
What was the address there?
Where?
Where you're calling from.
Why?
We'd like to send someone over
to talk to you and
fill out a statement.
Hello, hello, hello?
Police department, 36.
I called you about a murder.
Yesterday afternoon.
It was in the
paper this morning,
and now you know
I'm not kidding.
You said you saw a
woman being stabbed,
across some
canyon, wasn't that it?
I saw the whole thing
through a telescope.
It's Sergeant Crowley.
Sure, of course I do.
Like you could what?
- You just give me the
address, and I'll be right over.
I don't think it's silly at all,
no I think we better
talk as soon as possible.
The sooner the better.
4307, 36th Street.
Okay, you just sit tight.
I'll be there in 15 minutes.
I didn't give you my name.
You're not gonna trick
me, either, so don't try.
- I suppose you could
say it was a practical joke,
especially knowing
Charlie, like I do,
but there was something
strange beneath it,
something almost cruel.
- I'd say he was
trying to warn ya.
Maybe even punish
you for something.
You see this thing in the dark,
could give you a heart attack.
- Oh, mines been
broken too many times.
You know, Hemingway said
getting broken makes you stronger.
He said that in
The Sun Also Rises,
and it's true, I
suppose that is how I've
been able to survive
so many incredible things
in these past 30 odd years.
- You are a prostitute,
aren't you, Miss Wallace?
- So, the cops mind works
like the mind of every other cop.
- Well I just had a
hunch you didn't earn
your daily bread sketching
nightlife at O'Connor's.
So I had you checked
out, and I was right.
- And from now on, the
old hussy gets the respect
she deserves.
- And I think our friend
Hollis is a psychopath,
and I also think he's
killed more than one girl.
You can help me.
By telling me as much as
you know about this guy,
simply and honestly.
- I met him at O'Connor's,
I suppose you could say
we were attracted by
a mutual interest in art,
on occasion I helped
him find companions.
- You didn't date him yourself?
- Just once.
Right after we met,
he took me to dinner,
then back to a place he keeps.
- He keeps a place?
- Presumably for entertainment.
- Where?
- I'm not sure, it's in the
West Hill's section, West Ark.
- Tell me something, this date,
is it what'd you'd
consider a normal date?
- If you're asking me
whether he ran the bases
like every other
little league-er,
I couldn't say, it
never got that far.
- Why not?
- I chalked it up to conscience.
He's a married man, you know.
- Yeah, uh, listen, this
place that he keeps.
You think you
could find it again?
- I really don't know.
- Ron?
Ron?
- Smile!
You're on Candid Camera.
- What are you trying to do?
- Dear heart, I'm trying
to announce our friendship
to the whole of
depraved humanity.
- When you act like this,
you're no better than he is.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Look, I act like this,
I drink too much.
Because I'm goin'
out of my mind,
from sneaking around corners,
from sneaking around motels,
from sneaking in phone calls,
hell, baby, I'm
scared half the time,
and I'm goin' out of my mind!
I just want a life
for us, something.
- It can never happen.
- No!
That's finished, as of now.
Look, he's a very confident man,
and very, very vulnerable.
We've never had a better chance.
It's just a matter of playing
a game with the police,
and I think I know how.
How's this, along here?
- Mm, it looks like the area,
but I told you, at night,
with a couple of martinis,
it all looks kind of bleary.
Wait, stop, stop,
stop, stop, back up!
Back up!
That street, there, there's
something about that street
that looks familiar.
- You see anything?
- Yeah, hold it, right up there.
That's what I
remember, right there.
You sure?
- Yes, that beautiful
bottle glass,
cause I asked him
if he'd had it put in,
and he said it was already
there when he bought the house.
- You wanna see something
even better than that,
look right over there.
- Pepper.
- Hello.
- I don't believe this.
- Hello there, stranger,
you look pretty spirited.
Madam show you her etchings?
- No, but she did
show me a little hideout
up on Woodly Canyon,
where Hollis takes his girls.
And guess what
was on the front lawn.
- Fertilizer.
- A for sale sign,
and the realtor,
the realtor was
Pamela St. Claire,
so, you understand it, let's go.
- Uh, where do you
think you're going?
- We, you and I, are gonna
go get a search warrant
and then we are gonna
take that place apart.
- You, not me.
You are headed to court
alone, try department 95,
Judge Cramer, he's issued a
bench warrant for your arrest.
Hey William, what are
you so hacked about?
- Listen, I don't believe this,
I miss a court appearance
cause I stop to bust some guy,
who's got a mutilated
woman in the trunk of his car,
so what do they do?
They kick him loose, I
mean, not even a filing.
Me, some idiot judge now
wants to toss me into the slammer.
- Hey, listen, at least
you've got a little pizazz
in your life, my first day
out from under a desk,
they send me out to take
a peeping tom complaint.
Some pimply faced
kid up on Stratford Drive
with a telescope.
- See ya.
Hey, Sandy!
Listen, are you alone?
- Why, Sergeant Crowley,
what a personal question.
- No, listen, I'm serious.
This might have something
to do with what I'm working on.
- A peep freak?
- Yeah.
You got yourself a passenger.
- You can't shine on that
nasty old judge, William.
- I'm beginning to have
more and more respect
for that investigators exam.
You drive worse than I do.
- Okay, Sergeant, why
don't you come right this way,
and I'll show you what I mean.
My problem is that I'm
alone most of the time.
My husband travels, and
he's on the road a great deal.
You know, and I feel
a woman has a right
to a little privacy in
her own back yard.
And if I get the urge
to all the sudden
take it off because
I want to exercise,
or sunbathe, and I
feel it's between me,
and whoever happens
to be my guest.
I mean, you know,
within the privacy
of a person's own environment,
they have the right to
do whatever they want,
as long as it doesn't
hurt anybody else.
But I'll tell you what
really makes me mad,
is when I come out
here and undress,
that snot nosed kid
is up there watching
me with one of those
1,000 powered telescopes.
- Uh, excuse me.
Sergeant, I finally
found a parking space
at the bottom of the hill.
- What the devil is that?
- Officer Palmer,
ma'am, at your service.
- I asked for a policeman.
- You've got one of
our best, Mrs. Deluca.
Officer Palmer's had
extensive experience
with this type of a situation.
- Oh yeah, well
why the hell isn't she
up there arresting that creep?
- Well, it's because you haven't
shown us which house yet.
Oh, oh, oh, there
it is, right up there.
You see between those two trees?
- What is that, Stratford Drive?
- You better believe it.
- And what is this street,
is that Woodly Canyon?
- Yeah, but what does
that got to do with anything?
Hey, where are you going?
- You just stay
put, Mrs. Deluca,
you've been more help
than you'll ever know.
- Criminal conspiracy, Stiles.
- May I talk to Sergeant
Anderson, please?
- Not in office right now,
would you like to
leave a message?
- Uh, yes, would you tell
her that Mrs. Hollis called,
Mrs. Charles Hollis, uh,
she can call me at 555-8383,
if she gets in within the hour,
otherwise, I don't
want to be disturbed.
- Okay, I'll tell her.
- Thank you.
- This is it.
- Yeah, it's gotta be it.
Hi, pepper.
- I guess old judge
Cramer must have
tossed Bill in jail by now.
- Maybe, I haven't seen
him, but you got a phone call.
- Oh.
- Hollis' wife.
She said if you were
back within the hour,
you should call her.
- Mm-hm.
- Made it by seven minutes.
- Hi, I'm Sergeant Crowley
with police department,
is your father or
mother at home?
- No, they're not,
they both work.
What about your brother?
- I guess you've
got the wrong place,
I don't have any brother.
- Um, son, may we
talk to you for a minute?
- What for?
- Look, son, if I
have to come back,
it'll be when your
parents are here.
We can do this now,
or later, it's up to you.
Hm, wanna hear something funny?
There's a woman down there
that's kind of an exhibitionist.
She's got the impression
that somebody's been
watching her
through a telescope.
- Down there?
- Can I look through it?
- Sure.
- Thanks.
Oh yeah.
Yeah, that's the house, alright.
You wouldn't believe
what she's doing right now.
- Maybe she oughta
see a psychiatrist.
- This thing is really powerful.
It's really somethin'.
Say somebody committed
a murder over there,
I'd almost feel like
I could reach out
and touch 'em with my hands.
Well, you wanna talk here, son,
or you wanna talk
back at headquarters?
Sooner or later, Bruce, you're
gonna have to say something.
Even if it's just to tell
me that you're thirsty.
So why don't you talk to me now?
Look, I know you saw the murder,
I know you called the police.
You obviously wanted
to tell us about it,
you just didn't want us
reveal your name and address,
I understand that.
You see, now it's all
out in the open, Bruce,
I mean, we know who you are,
we know where you live.
So there shouldn't
be anymore problem.
We'll just work together,
and work with you
as much as we can.
What do you say?
Police department 36.
Is this the police department?
Yes, it is.
Well, see, well I think
I witnessed a murder.
Across the canyon,
from where I live.
This guy was stabbing a woman.
- There's another one on
there, too, following morning.
Would you like to hear it?
- I mean, it sounded
like me, but it isn't!
- That's the victim.
That's the woman you saw.
One of these is her attacker,
the guy who stabbed
her seven times.
Now, if you don't
wanna say anything,
that's fine, Bruce,
all you gotta do
is just lift your hand
up, tap the guilty one.
Bruce, just tap the
guilty one, okay?
Please?
- There was a kid,
who lived on my block,
an older kid named Eddie.
One of his favorite tricks,
was riding around
with a pellet gun,
shooting at other cars,
one day I was driving
home with a friend,
and Eddie came along and
shot out the back window.
I guess we could
have been killed.
Dad went to the police.
We were all willing to testify.
But you know what happened?
The district attorney's
office wouldn't press charges.
About six months later,
I was walking back
from the movies,
and Eddie jumped out at
me from behind some bushes,
when I woke up, I was in
the dirt, with a busted nose.
He said if I told anyone,
he'd burn down my
house, with everyone in it,
and I knew he would.
Because he was crazy.
So guess what?
I never said a word.
Not even to mom and dad.
So now, you're talking
to me about voice tapes,
and hassling me
about my conscience,
and asking me to testify against
someone who's even
crazier than Eddie.
Well, what if I do?
And you have to let him go.
Can you guarantee
he'll never jump
out at me with a knife?
And kill me, the same
way he killed that girl?
- It's okay, Bruce, it's okay.
- Come on, my friend,
I'll take you home.
You know, if we hurry,
maybe we can get there
before mom and dad
even knows you're gone.
- Hey, Bill!
Pepper get you?
- No, I thought she went home.
- No, Hollis' wife called.
She went out to see her.
- Why didn't you go with her?
- She didn't want me to,
she thought that
she'd do better alone.
I'm sorry it took me so long.
- Please, come in.
- Thank you.
- Come in, please.
- Would you believe
my car wouldn't start,
and then about three
blocks from here,
there was a school parade.
Band, or whatever it
was, gave a concert
right in the middle
of the street.
- Oh, yes, that seems to
happen about once a week
around here.
Um, can I get you
a cup of coffee,
or a cold drink or something?
- Oh, no, no, I'm fine, thanks.
- I really don't
know how to begin.
I suppose the real
truth is, I'm terrified.
I can't live with my
husband anymore,
and if I try to leave
him, he'll kill me.
You mean he's
actually threatened that?
- Oh yes, yes, he's
actually had his hands
around my throat,
and tried to choke me.
You see, we were never really,
um, what I mean is, the
bedroom side of our marriage,
never really...
At first, I told myself,
well, I had to tell myself
that things would get better,
change, but, but they never did.
In fact, they got worse.
Sicker, more and more depraved.
- Mrs. Hollis, what is it
you're trying to tell me?
- What I'm trying
to tell you is,
I never met him at any
restaurant that night.
The night that Pamela
St. Clair was killed.
Oh!
Hurry!
- Better let me in, girls!
Better unlock this door.
Tap, tap, tap, who's
that knocking at my door?
Mustn't frustrate papa.
Mustn't do that.
No, no, no.
Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.
Had a wife, and
couldn't keep her.
He put her in a...
No, no, no, he put her
in a pool house shell,
and there he
killed her very well.
- Oh, that's the bathroom,
there's no other
way out of here.
- Kiss the girls,
and make them die!
Where's Pepper?
Where is she?
- Hey, freeze, halt!
Move out of there, Pepper.
Halt!
Get up now, put your
hands on top of your head.
Get 'em up there!
Let's go.
- Put 'em up.
- Put 'em on top of
your head, let's go.
Put 'em on top of your head!
Let's go!
- Little Jack Carter,
sat in a corner,
eating his Christmas pie,
he stuck out his tongue,
and he pulled out a plumb,
and he said what
a good boy am I?
What a good boy am I.
What a good boy am I.
---
Trick or treat, darling.
- In case you
haven't been listening,
Charlie, I enjoyed the lunch.
But the matinee turned out
to be a rerun of something
I didn't particularly enjoy
the first time around.
You may be a cop,
but you're breaking
the law, pal!
- Someone picked the lock,
dumped off Miss St. Clair,
and then just vanished?
- Yes.
- Kiss the girls,
and make them die!
- Look, why don't we just
forget the whole thing, okay?
It's late, and I've had
a couple of prospects
waiting at the
office since 12:30.
I mean, I don't mind blowing
a sale for a good reason,
but this is ridiculous.
If you got problems, why
don't you do me a favor,
Charlie, why don't you work
them out with somebody else,
a doctor, or a shrink,
whatever the case requires.
You know, there's all
sorts of ways of getting help,
therapeutic ways that don't
involve non-professionals,
like me.
See, I'm just not equipped
to handle your situation.
My husband, ex husband,
he had the same...
Well to tell you
the truth, Charlie,
when it came to
the witching hour,
you could have
been twin brothers.
Oh, did I take
it all personally.
Thought that the
only solution would be
a quick trip to the
medicine cabinet.
If we had as many
sleeping pills as asprin,
I guess I'd be dead right now.
I guess I'd be dead
for a whole year.
In case you haven't
been listening, Charlie,
I enjoyed the lunch.
But the matinee
turned out to be a rerun
of something I didn't
particularly enjoy
the first time around.
So, uh, when you're
all zipped together,
I want to be taken
back to my office.
At least if I can make a sale,
the day won't be a total loss.
Hey, uh, you wouldn't be
interested in a nice duplex,
would ya?
One with an enclosed
patio, and a heated pool?
12-150, code one.
- 12-150, go.
12-150, what's
your ETA to court?
- 12-150, tell the DA that
I'm running a little late.
I'll be there in
about 10 minutes.
12-150, roger.
12-150, requesting warrant
on 396, Paul, Edward, king.
Standby.
- 12-150, roger.
12-150, 396 Paul, Edward, king,
no minor warrants.
- Pull around the corner,
just pull around the corner.
Can I see your
driver's license, please?
- Uh, what's the
problem, officer?
Certainly couldn't
have been speeding.
- This your current
address, Mr. Hollis?
- Yeah.
Look, I'm in a hurry, so
if I'd broken some law,
I'd like to know what it is.
- Where are you headed, sir?
- I asked you what
the problem was,
I don't have to
tell you anything,
unless there's a
legitimate reason.
- Sir, you seem very nervous.
You're perspiring a
great deal, you know.
- Good lord, it's
102, did you stop me
because I'm perspiring?
- Do you mind stepping
out of your car, please?
- Yeah, I mind one
whole hell of a lot.
- Do you wanna please
step out of your car, sir?
- Look, I'm an architect, okay?
I own my own firm,
if you're interested,
it's about six blocks,
straight down, it's 4222 Elm.
My name is in the
lobby, and on every door
on the top floor.
- You wanna give
me your car keys?
- You gotta be kidding!
- No sir, I'm not.
- You want
something in that hand,
I'll give you my lawyer and
about five of his associates.
- Take one step back.
Take one step back.
There you go, right there.
Now stay right there, I
mean stay, right there.
You may be a cop, but
you're breaking the law, pal!
You open that trunk, and
your department's gonna be
in the middle of the biggest
lawsuit it's had in 20 years.
- Hey!
Hey, call the police!
Tell them an officer needs help,
and get an ambulance right away!
- Who put out the call?
- Well we think it was 12-150,
a citizen saw him take off
after the driver of that car.
- What's this
ambulance here for?
- Didn't they tell ya?
- Nah.
- Well, we've got a victim.
She was in the trunk.
Stuffed in a garbage bag.
- Joe!
Yeah?
- You better ride with her,
and get a statement,
if you can, anything.
Okay.
- That's it, you pull him over,
because you felt
something wasn't kosher.
That's your probable cause?
- What can I say, Captain,
now the minute I saw the
guy, I knew he was dirty.
- Cop's intuition.
- You can call it that.
- Good ole' sixth sense.
Well, I'll tell you this,
it's right more times
than it is wrong.
We'll try selling
that to our jury.
It's like pedaling a
load of ripe garbage.
- But this guy was
dripping wet, Captain,
he's sitting inside of
an air conditioned car,
sweating, dripping wet!
- Maybe he had a
glandular problem.
What he had was
guilt, all over his face.
- Well that's too bad,
because from what you've said
we won't even get our filing.
- Hey, why don't we slow
down long enough to think.
I mean, what if Bill
hadn't opened that trunk,
for whatever reason,
somebody'd be dead right now.
- Don't get touchy, Pepper.
- I'm not touchy!
But just once, for a
change, why don't we start
dealing with something positive?
- Why is she do touchy today?
- I don't know, Captain,
maybe it's the heat.
- Hey, Bill!
What about this?
- That's it!
You had to have seen that, Bill,
that's your probable
cause, right there.
Come on, Bill, that's blood!
That's physical, that's the
strongest PC you can have.
- No, the blood
wasn't on the bumper
when I stopped
the car, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- What I need to know,
what's very important
for me to find out,
is what you've said.
Every word, even what
you might've let slip.
- All I did, buddy boy, was
make my one phone call
to the tennis club,
where I knew you'd be.
Now what's this slip routine,
if I'm not mistaken, the word
usually implies some kind
of devious behavior,
you think I'm guilty
of stabbing that slut,
is that it...
- Hey, hey, I don't care if
you're the west coast slasher,
I'm here to protect you,
and to see that you protect
yourself.
- Beginning to sound like mommy.
- You're mother, God rest her,
was not my favorite person.
- She wasn't anybody's, Ron.
Including good old dad,
or any of his girlfriends,
um, look, what's
the situation here,
are they gonna book
me and take away
my wrist watch and
shoe laces and things?
- They might go
through the motions,
but you really don't have
too much to worry about.
Even if you did shoot off
your compulsive mouth.
Poisonous fruit from a
poisonous tree, Charlie.
Search is no good, they
didn't have probably cause.
Anything that might
develop as a result of that
is called fruit from
a poisonous tree,
it's not admissible.
- I mean they, they
can't do anything to...
Nothing at all?
- They could file, but they
know they'd probably never
get it passed a
preliminary hearing.
You're home free.
- Believe me, I'm just as
concerned about this as you are.
I just need something
a little more tangible
to go on, other than, uh,
what are we talking about here?
Sixth sense?
- Let me tell you
something about sixth sense,
Mister prosecutor, it
keeps more cops alive,
and solves more
cases than any crime lab
or training exercise
I know about.
- And when was the last
time you launched that
towards a jury, and
watched it come back
and hit ya smack
in the face, huh?
No, we just better hope
that this girl stays alive,
and is able to testify.
- What if she dies?
No, I mean what if it
becomes murder one,
are you just gonna sit
back in your chair like that,
and tell me that as far as
your office is concerned,
it's a legal wipe out?
- If she dies, sergeant,
we are left with zilch.
That's what I'm gonna tell you.
Cause we don't have witnesses,
we don't have any
admissible evidence,
technically speaking, we
won't even have a corpse.
You listen to me,
you go out and get me
some legally obtained,
physical evidence, and I'll
file your case for ya, okay?
- Well, I see it went about
as well as we expected, huh?
Just once, just once
I'd like for the DA
good close up look at our
judicial system, just once.
How are ya?
What are you doing
in that clown suit,
I thought you were
working advice?
- All good things must
come to an end, Billy.
- She had a little
trouble with about 50%
of the investigators exam,
I did better than that
on my drivers test.
- So they dumped
me back in uniform,
put me behind a desk,
South East Division.
- You better be careful,
that's a good way to
put pounds on places
you don't wanna put pounds on.
- In this thing?
Uh, who could
tell the difference?
- Crowley.
- Bye-bye, officer.
Hope I didn't ruin your day.
- Oh, we all knew it
was gonna happen,
what's the big surprise?
- Listen, uh, if you don't mind,
I'll take you up on that
pizza some other time.
- Sure, go do your thing.
- Alright, thanks.
Wanna get something to eat?
- Not particularly.
- Uh, Sandy's across the street,
I can call her and she can
bring us back some pizza's, okay?
Look, you don't like
the system right now,
and neither do I.
But neither one of us
has had anything to eat
for over seven hours.
Come on.
I'll treat.
I'll even leave the
tip, this time, okay?
- I've been looking
all over for you.
George just called
from sent to receiving,
that girl that you found,
the stabbing victim,
well she just died.
- Okay, as far as I'm concerned,
we've got a whole new ball game,
with a whole new set of rules.
Must be the butler's day off.
- I'm not so sure.
Thank you!
Alright, now!
Oh!
Well, I've got a good teacher.
There it is!
Oh!
Ah, good game!
Thank you.
Oh, you're getting so good.
Good game, good game.
- Oh.
- Morning, Mrs. Hollis.
I'm sergeant Crowley,
with the police department,
this is my partner,
Sergeant Anderson.
- You don't have
to talk to them, Amy,
not for one second.
Just standing here, where
they are, they're trespassing.
- Well what's so terrible,
Ron, I have nothing to hid,
and neither does Charlie.
How can I help you?
- Well one thing
I'd like to know,
I mean, I was wondering, what
was your husband's explanation
for, uh, finding Miss St.
Claire in the trunk of his car?
- Amy, don't.
They're here because
they're embarrassed
by their own illegal search.
They're trying to use
Charlie as a way out.
- I would like to have
the record cleared,
is that okay by you?
The night before it happened,
Charlie left his
car in a parking lot,
I met him downtown, at a
restaurant, near his office,
and well, he, he had a little
bit too much wine with dinner,
so he left his car, and I
drove him home in mine.
- You're saying while
his car was left overnight,
someone picked the lock,
dumped off Miss St. Claire,
and then just vanished?
- Yes.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
Because it's true.
- Well, her name is
Pamela Jane St. Claire,
age 28, divorced, no
known relatives in the city,
no kids, I even got her social
security number here, too,
in case you're interested.
Also, her date of birth.
She became a realtor after
she split with her husband,
and she was very bright,
and very aggressive.
She did quite well, actually,
nobody seems to
know who she dated,
but one gentleman in
there said that he heard her
talk about meeting men at
a single's bar in Lexington.
- O'Connor's.
- They have a saying there,
that if you can't make
out at O'Connor's,
you better hang it up.
- Quaint.
- I take it you've
been there, William?
- No, sir, I've never
been that hard up.
- This O'Connor's
or the city zoo?
- Must be
O'Connor's, at the zoo,
the animal's don't smoke.
- Oh, hi, ho, pretty people.
I'd buy you a drink, but
around here, you gotta be 21.
- Well I think I
got my ID with me.
- Hey, if you're off duty, sir,
how'd you like to
buy cutie a drink.
- Won't work,
cutie's on duty, too.
You ever seen
this person before?
- I don't know,
you see so many...
What happened to the poor kid?
- Yeah, well, uh,
what about him?
- Oh, now you're
talking about a regular,
that's, uh, Holdman, the
brain surgeon, the doctor.
- Holdman, the brain surgeon?
- Yeah, you wanna talk
to anybody about him,
talk to that bilingual
pace job over there.
- How do those two fit?
- Like pieces of
a jigsaw puzzle.
Put 'em all together,
they spell weirdo.
- Thanks.
- Excuse me.
Sergeant Anderson from
the police department.
This is Sergeant Crowley.
- How you doing?
Can we sit down and
talk to you for a minute?
- If you're police officers,
you'll probably do
what you want, anyhow.
I am Martha Wallace.
You might say that I am the
of O'Connor's, if such
a grotesque concept
can be imagined.
- You've captured it perfectly.
- Hm, you've got
everything but the horns.
- Oh, the horns are
on the inside, Monsieur.
You find them by looking
closely at the eyes.
- What do you find when
you look at this guy's eyes?
- Charlie, his eyes are complex,
but he has a warm heart,
an excellent sense of humor,
and what the little creep do,
kill somebody or something?
- Yes, we think he did.
- The conversation is closed.
I am not for sale, dear friends.
You're not gonna use me
to mess up a human being,
who happens to share my trust.
- Well, I hope you
change your mind,
if you do, you can
reach me at this number.
- You're nice people,
but you're trouble.
I knew that the minute I saw
you talking to the bartender.
- And all this time, I thought
we were being subtle.
It's very good.
- Keep it, darling.
If I ever get as famous as
it'll be worth a fortune.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Hey, Bill, where's Pepper?
- She's downstairs with her
friend who flunks examinations.
- Well, I made that
computer check.
And guess what, during
the past two years,
a couple of other young ladies
have turned up in
garbage cans around town.
- Stabbed?
- Exact same number of times.
- So much for our
love triangle theory.
Looks like we're
dealing with some guy
who takes a look
at the full moon
every once in a while,
and just goes bananas.
And I had him.
I had him right in
the palm of my hands.
- Sergeant Crowley?
- Yeah.
- I'm Delwood, from
communications,
I think I got someone who
witnessed your murder.
He phoned in twice.
Once yesterday,
once this morning,
he sounded like
a kid, a teenager,
maybe 15 or 16 years old.
Both times he hung up
before I could get him identified.
- Did he sound legit?
- Enough for me to
lug this up three floors.
Go on, turn it on.
And see if it will make
or break your day.
- Oh, what's the
matter, Paracleese?
Mama forgot to
feed you, yes she did.
Mama is bad people, that's
what mama is, bad, bad folks.
What was that?
What is going on?
Martha.
Help me.
I'm hurt.
Please, Martha, help me, please.
Please, Martha, help me.
- Who is it?
Please let me in.
They're after me, Martha.
I need your help.
Trick or treat,
darling, trick or treat.
Oh, darling, I'd
give a million dollars
for a picture of
your face right now.
I really would!
Police Department 36.
Is this the police department?
Yes, it is.
Well, I think I
witnessed a murder.
Across the canyon,
from where I live.
This guy was stabbing a woman.
What was the address there?
Where?
Where you're calling from.
Why?
We'd like to send someone over
to talk to you and
fill out a statement.
Hello, hello, hello?
Police department, 36.
I called you about a murder.
Yesterday afternoon.
It was in the
paper this morning,
and now you know
I'm not kidding.
You said you saw a
woman being stabbed,
across some
canyon, wasn't that it?
I saw the whole thing
through a telescope.
It's Sergeant Crowley.
Sure, of course I do.
Like you could what?
- You just give me the
address, and I'll be right over.
I don't think it's silly at all,
no I think we better
talk as soon as possible.
The sooner the better.
4307, 36th Street.
Okay, you just sit tight.
I'll be there in 15 minutes.
I didn't give you my name.
You're not gonna trick
me, either, so don't try.
- I suppose you could
say it was a practical joke,
especially knowing
Charlie, like I do,
but there was something
strange beneath it,
something almost cruel.
- I'd say he was
trying to warn ya.
Maybe even punish
you for something.
You see this thing in the dark,
could give you a heart attack.
- Oh, mines been
broken too many times.
You know, Hemingway said
getting broken makes you stronger.
He said that in
The Sun Also Rises,
and it's true, I
suppose that is how I've
been able to survive
so many incredible things
in these past 30 odd years.
- You are a prostitute,
aren't you, Miss Wallace?
- So, the cops mind works
like the mind of every other cop.
- Well I just had a
hunch you didn't earn
your daily bread sketching
nightlife at O'Connor's.
So I had you checked
out, and I was right.
- And from now on, the
old hussy gets the respect
she deserves.
- And I think our friend
Hollis is a psychopath,
and I also think he's
killed more than one girl.
You can help me.
By telling me as much as
you know about this guy,
simply and honestly.
- I met him at O'Connor's,
I suppose you could say
we were attracted by
a mutual interest in art,
on occasion I helped
him find companions.
- You didn't date him yourself?
- Just once.
Right after we met,
he took me to dinner,
then back to a place he keeps.
- He keeps a place?
- Presumably for entertainment.
- Where?
- I'm not sure, it's in the
West Hill's section, West Ark.
- Tell me something, this date,
is it what'd you'd
consider a normal date?
- If you're asking me
whether he ran the bases
like every other
little league-er,
I couldn't say, it
never got that far.
- Why not?
- I chalked it up to conscience.
He's a married man, you know.
- Yeah, uh, listen, this
place that he keeps.
You think you
could find it again?
- I really don't know.
- Ron?
Ron?
- Smile!
You're on Candid Camera.
- What are you trying to do?
- Dear heart, I'm trying
to announce our friendship
to the whole of
depraved humanity.
- When you act like this,
you're no better than he is.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Look, I act like this,
I drink too much.
Because I'm goin'
out of my mind,
from sneaking around corners,
from sneaking around motels,
from sneaking in phone calls,
hell, baby, I'm
scared half the time,
and I'm goin' out of my mind!
I just want a life
for us, something.
- It can never happen.
- No!
That's finished, as of now.
Look, he's a very confident man,
and very, very vulnerable.
We've never had a better chance.
It's just a matter of playing
a game with the police,
and I think I know how.
How's this, along here?
- Mm, it looks like the area,
but I told you, at night,
with a couple of martinis,
it all looks kind of bleary.
Wait, stop, stop,
stop, stop, back up!
Back up!
That street, there, there's
something about that street
that looks familiar.
- You see anything?
- Yeah, hold it, right up there.
That's what I
remember, right there.
You sure?
- Yes, that beautiful
bottle glass,
cause I asked him
if he'd had it put in,
and he said it was already
there when he bought the house.
- You wanna see something
even better than that,
look right over there.
- Pepper.
- Hello.
- I don't believe this.
- Hello there, stranger,
you look pretty spirited.
Madam show you her etchings?
- No, but she did
show me a little hideout
up on Woodly Canyon,
where Hollis takes his girls.
And guess what
was on the front lawn.
- Fertilizer.
- A for sale sign,
and the realtor,
the realtor was
Pamela St. Claire,
so, you understand it, let's go.
- Uh, where do you
think you're going?
- We, you and I, are gonna
go get a search warrant
and then we are gonna
take that place apart.
- You, not me.
You are headed to court
alone, try department 95,
Judge Cramer, he's issued a
bench warrant for your arrest.
Hey William, what are
you so hacked about?
- Listen, I don't believe this,
I miss a court appearance
cause I stop to bust some guy,
who's got a mutilated
woman in the trunk of his car,
so what do they do?
They kick him loose, I
mean, not even a filing.
Me, some idiot judge now
wants to toss me into the slammer.
- Hey, listen, at least
you've got a little pizazz
in your life, my first day
out from under a desk,
they send me out to take
a peeping tom complaint.
Some pimply faced
kid up on Stratford Drive
with a telescope.
- See ya.
Hey, Sandy!
Listen, are you alone?
- Why, Sergeant Crowley,
what a personal question.
- No, listen, I'm serious.
This might have something
to do with what I'm working on.
- A peep freak?
- Yeah.
You got yourself a passenger.
- You can't shine on that
nasty old judge, William.
- I'm beginning to have
more and more respect
for that investigators exam.
You drive worse than I do.
- Okay, Sergeant, why
don't you come right this way,
and I'll show you what I mean.
My problem is that I'm
alone most of the time.
My husband travels, and
he's on the road a great deal.
You know, and I feel
a woman has a right
to a little privacy in
her own back yard.
And if I get the urge
to all the sudden
take it off because
I want to exercise,
or sunbathe, and I
feel it's between me,
and whoever happens
to be my guest.
I mean, you know,
within the privacy
of a person's own environment,
they have the right to
do whatever they want,
as long as it doesn't
hurt anybody else.
But I'll tell you what
really makes me mad,
is when I come out
here and undress,
that snot nosed kid
is up there watching
me with one of those
1,000 powered telescopes.
- Uh, excuse me.
Sergeant, I finally
found a parking space
at the bottom of the hill.
- What the devil is that?
- Officer Palmer,
ma'am, at your service.
- I asked for a policeman.
- You've got one of
our best, Mrs. Deluca.
Officer Palmer's had
extensive experience
with this type of a situation.
- Oh yeah, well
why the hell isn't she
up there arresting that creep?
- Well, it's because you haven't
shown us which house yet.
Oh, oh, oh, there
it is, right up there.
You see between those two trees?
- What is that, Stratford Drive?
- You better believe it.
- And what is this street,
is that Woodly Canyon?
- Yeah, but what does
that got to do with anything?
Hey, where are you going?
- You just stay
put, Mrs. Deluca,
you've been more help
than you'll ever know.
- Criminal conspiracy, Stiles.
- May I talk to Sergeant
Anderson, please?
- Not in office right now,
would you like to
leave a message?
- Uh, yes, would you tell
her that Mrs. Hollis called,
Mrs. Charles Hollis, uh,
she can call me at 555-8383,
if she gets in within the hour,
otherwise, I don't
want to be disturbed.
- Okay, I'll tell her.
- Thank you.
- This is it.
- Yeah, it's gotta be it.
Hi, pepper.
- I guess old judge
Cramer must have
tossed Bill in jail by now.
- Maybe, I haven't seen
him, but you got a phone call.
- Oh.
- Hollis' wife.
She said if you were
back within the hour,
you should call her.
- Mm-hm.
- Made it by seven minutes.
- Hi, I'm Sergeant Crowley
with police department,
is your father or
mother at home?
- No, they're not,
they both work.
What about your brother?
- I guess you've
got the wrong place,
I don't have any brother.
- Um, son, may we
talk to you for a minute?
- What for?
- Look, son, if I
have to come back,
it'll be when your
parents are here.
We can do this now,
or later, it's up to you.
Hm, wanna hear something funny?
There's a woman down there
that's kind of an exhibitionist.
She's got the impression
that somebody's been
watching her
through a telescope.
- Down there?
- Can I look through it?
- Sure.
- Thanks.
Oh yeah.
Yeah, that's the house, alright.
You wouldn't believe
what she's doing right now.
- Maybe she oughta
see a psychiatrist.
- This thing is really powerful.
It's really somethin'.
Say somebody committed
a murder over there,
I'd almost feel like
I could reach out
and touch 'em with my hands.
Well, you wanna talk here, son,
or you wanna talk
back at headquarters?
Sooner or later, Bruce, you're
gonna have to say something.
Even if it's just to tell
me that you're thirsty.
So why don't you talk to me now?
Look, I know you saw the murder,
I know you called the police.
You obviously wanted
to tell us about it,
you just didn't want us
reveal your name and address,
I understand that.
You see, now it's all
out in the open, Bruce,
I mean, we know who you are,
we know where you live.
So there shouldn't
be anymore problem.
We'll just work together,
and work with you
as much as we can.
What do you say?
Police department 36.
Is this the police department?
Yes, it is.
Well, see, well I think
I witnessed a murder.
Across the canyon,
from where I live.
This guy was stabbing a woman.
- There's another one on
there, too, following morning.
Would you like to hear it?
- I mean, it sounded
like me, but it isn't!
- That's the victim.
That's the woman you saw.
One of these is her attacker,
the guy who stabbed
her seven times.
Now, if you don't
wanna say anything,
that's fine, Bruce,
all you gotta do
is just lift your hand
up, tap the guilty one.
Bruce, just tap the
guilty one, okay?
Please?
- There was a kid,
who lived on my block,
an older kid named Eddie.
One of his favorite tricks,
was riding around
with a pellet gun,
shooting at other cars,
one day I was driving
home with a friend,
and Eddie came along and
shot out the back window.
I guess we could
have been killed.
Dad went to the police.
We were all willing to testify.
But you know what happened?
The district attorney's
office wouldn't press charges.
About six months later,
I was walking back
from the movies,
and Eddie jumped out at
me from behind some bushes,
when I woke up, I was in
the dirt, with a busted nose.
He said if I told anyone,
he'd burn down my
house, with everyone in it,
and I knew he would.
Because he was crazy.
So guess what?
I never said a word.
Not even to mom and dad.
So now, you're talking
to me about voice tapes,
and hassling me
about my conscience,
and asking me to testify against
someone who's even
crazier than Eddie.
Well, what if I do?
And you have to let him go.
Can you guarantee
he'll never jump
out at me with a knife?
And kill me, the same
way he killed that girl?
- It's okay, Bruce, it's okay.
- Come on, my friend,
I'll take you home.
You know, if we hurry,
maybe we can get there
before mom and dad
even knows you're gone.
- Hey, Bill!
Pepper get you?
- No, I thought she went home.
- No, Hollis' wife called.
She went out to see her.
- Why didn't you go with her?
- She didn't want me to,
she thought that
she'd do better alone.
I'm sorry it took me so long.
- Please, come in.
- Thank you.
- Come in, please.
- Would you believe
my car wouldn't start,
and then about three
blocks from here,
there was a school parade.
Band, or whatever it
was, gave a concert
right in the middle
of the street.
- Oh, yes, that seems to
happen about once a week
around here.
Um, can I get you
a cup of coffee,
or a cold drink or something?
- Oh, no, no, I'm fine, thanks.
- I really don't
know how to begin.
I suppose the real
truth is, I'm terrified.
I can't live with my
husband anymore,
and if I try to leave
him, he'll kill me.
You mean he's
actually threatened that?
- Oh yes, yes, he's
actually had his hands
around my throat,
and tried to choke me.
You see, we were never really,
um, what I mean is, the
bedroom side of our marriage,
never really...
At first, I told myself,
well, I had to tell myself
that things would get better,
change, but, but they never did.
In fact, they got worse.
Sicker, more and more depraved.
- Mrs. Hollis, what is it
you're trying to tell me?
- What I'm trying
to tell you is,
I never met him at any
restaurant that night.
The night that Pamela
St. Clair was killed.
Oh!
Hurry!
- Better let me in, girls!
Better unlock this door.
Tap, tap, tap, who's
that knocking at my door?
Mustn't frustrate papa.
Mustn't do that.
No, no, no.
Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.
Had a wife, and
couldn't keep her.
He put her in a...
No, no, no, he put her
in a pool house shell,
and there he
killed her very well.
- Oh, that's the bathroom,
there's no other
way out of here.
- Kiss the girls,
and make them die!
Where's Pepper?
Where is she?
- Hey, freeze, halt!
Move out of there, Pepper.
Halt!
Get up now, put your
hands on top of your head.
Get 'em up there!
Let's go.
- Put 'em up.
- Put 'em on top of
your head, let's go.
Put 'em on top of your head!
Let's go!
- Little Jack Carter,
sat in a corner,
eating his Christmas pie,
he stuck out his tongue,
and he pulled out a plumb,
and he said what
a good boy am I?
What a good boy am I.
What a good boy am I.