Dan August: Once Is Never Enough (1980) - full transcript

(funky jazz music)

- Hi, Ed!

Hello, Ed!

What's your hurry, young fella?

- Hi, Cecil.

I'm just getting
in out of the cold.

To warm us up.

- Oh, no thanks.

None for me.

You know I'm on the wagon.

- Okay, Cecil, but you
keep it under your hat.



I don't wanna share it with
none of them bums at the hotel.

- Sure, Ed, I don't blame you.

(tense music)

(woman gasps)

- Come on, get lost!

- What's the matter with him?

- He's drunk.

(tense music)

(funky jazz music)

- [Doctor] Name's Ed Gurney,
age 43, no known address.

We've had him before.

- For what?

- Bad booze, malnutrition.

We pump him out, give him
a meal, and tie him loose.



All we can do.

- What happened this time?

- What he was drinking
this time wasn't just bad,

it was poison.

Escadine would be my guess.

- Escadine, where
would he get that?

- In a bottle of scotch.

Royal Inverness, he said.

- But nobody would go
to all that trouble

just to murder a poor old rummy.

- What happened to
the bottle, Doc?

- He never got around to saying,

but you better find in a hurry

or we'll have a
run of dead winos.

(tense music)

- Ed?

Ed?

- Joe, I want a search party,

the 300 block of Pacific Street.

Need a dozen men
within a half an hour.

- A half hour, a dozen men.

Dan, where am I gonna get 'em?

- [Dan] I don't care where
you get 'em, just get 'em.

We gotta find that bottle now.

Did you know him?

- No, we didn't know
him, just a bum.

Probably lived somewhere
on Pacific Street.

- He coulda lived in
a flop house anywhere.

- There's no sign
of a bottle, huh?

- No, but he could've dumped
it before we got the call.

He was on Church Street
when we first spotted him.

- Was he alone?

- Yes, sir.

We spotted him in
a hotel entrance.

He took off when we slowed down.

- Maybe he dumped the
bottle when he saw you.

- Well, we checked,
didn't find anything.

- Church and what?

- Church and Powell.

- Alright, thank you.

(tense music)

- Dan.

Look at this.

Royal Inverness scotch.

- "Happy birthday from
Donald Esseltine."

Esseltine.

- Esseltine?

There can only be
one in Santa Luisa.

He's been playing piano
in Eddie's Bar for years.

- Let's go.

(gentle organ music)

- You on break, Esseltine?

We wanna talk to you.

- Some break.

Later, pal, huh?

I'm listening.

- Now.

Please.

- Over there.

- Alright, what?

What do you wanna see me for?

- 'Cause you're the only Donald
Esseltine in Santa Luisa.

Now, did you fill this out?

- Now, wait a minute.

You guys may not like
my sense of humor,

but you can't bust me for that.

- Some sense of humor
sending a bottle

of poisoned whiskey to somebody.

- What?

- A bottle of poisoned whiskey.

- Why you're crazy, nuts!

- Your name is on the card.

- So what?

I never sent that
package to anybody.

My package came from
Mickelberry's Department Store.

- The paper's from
Mickelberry's.

- That isn't my package.

Well, it isn't.

Mickelberry's has a
record of what I sent.

- We'll check on that.

Now, who'd you send the gift to?

- (sighs) Dr. Michael Serling.

- The surgeon?

- Yeah.

- What'd you send him?

- A carving knife.

What else would you
send to a butcher?

That's right, jack.

He claimed he had
to cut my hand off.

But I never will know, will I?

- He's got a right to be bitter.

Not too many jobs for
one-handed piano players.

- Tell you one thing,
Dr. Serling's no butcher.

He's a magician.

I wrecked my knee in
the Cal State game

when I was in college,
he put it back together.

He's quite a man.

This is Car Nine.

Katy around?

- [Katy] Hello, Dan,
this is Katy speaking.

- Hey, Katy, is there any
word on that bottle yet?

- [Katy] Not yet.

- Tell Joe to cover
the Skid Row area.

Anybody with a
bottle, check 'em out.

(tense music)

- Hey, Harry, boy, look at this.

Royal Inverness.

- Cecil, I thought you
were off the stuff.

- I am, I am.

Almost three weeks now.

This is Ed's.

He musta lost it.

Is he upstairs?

- Haven't seen him come in yet.

- Well.

I'll just wait for
him in my room.

- Better leave the bottle here.

- Don't you worry about me.

I ain't falling off the
wagon this time, no sir.

No, sirree!

(people chattering)

- Leona?

That's quite a birthday
gift you've given him.

It's a shame he's not here.

- He said it was an emergency.

I suppose it can't be helped.

(doorbell chimes)

Excuse me.

- Mrs. Serling?

I'm Lieutenant August.

This is Sergeant Wilentz.

Is your husband at home?

- No, I'm sorry.

Is anything wrong?

- Could you tell us where he is?

- He said at the hospital,
an emergency appendectomy.

- Thank you.

- Officer, can't you
tell me what's wrong?

Is Michael all right?

- Yes, he's all right.

- Then someone
else is in trouble?

- Yes.

Goodnight.

(guests chattering)

(tense music)

Any idea what time Dr.
Serling's gonna finish?

- Two and a half minutes.

- Two and a half?

- He's closing now.

The great man has a flat rating.

He never works overtime.

- What if there
are complications?

- (sighs) Dr. Serling
doesn't allow complications.

Who are you guys?

- Police department.

I'm Lieutenant August,
this is Sergeant Wilentz.

- Dr. Rodell.

- Doctor.

- Sergeant.

- Doctor Rodell.

- Say, uh, you guys wouldn't
be going to bust him,

would you?

- Hardly.

- That's too bad.

- [August] Long time, Doctor,
I wasn't sure you'd remember.

- Oh, 1959, compound
fracture of the left knee,

wasn't it?

How is it?

- Fine.

- Doctor, did you get a
bottle of Royal Inverness

from a Donald Esseltine
for your birthday?

- I think there was a bottle.

I don't know who sent it.

I haven't had a
chance to open any of

my office presents yet.

- Can we see them?

- Well, what is this all about?

I don't understand.

- Can we see them?

- Yeah, right in my office here.

Well, the bottle
was here earlier.

Somebody's walked off
with it, I suppose.

- There's nothing there with
Mickelberry's paper, Dan.

There's no bottle,
no knife, nothing.

- Check with Mickelberry's
in the morning,

find out what Esseltine bought.

- Dan, what's this all about?

- You know a man
named Ed Gurney?

- Yeah.

He's a patient from
a long time ago.

He's been down on
his luck for years.

Sometimes I pay his rent,

sometimes he comes
around for handouts.

Oh, now I understand, you
think Ed stole the bottle.

Oh, come on, don't tell me
a lieutenant of homicide

comes around to invest--

- Doctor.

That bottle of whiskey
was full of Escadine.

- Escadine, that's
a deadly poison.

- Ed Gurney drank some and died.

- Ed is dead?

- We believe that bottle of
whiskey was meant for you,

to kill you.

- To kill me?

Well, that's nonsense,
that's ridiculous.

Donald Esseltine?

(stammering) That's impossible.

- Nothing's impossible.

- But I mean nobody
would want to kill me.

- Nobody?

(dramatic music)

Doctor?

- Lieutenant, I have
no enemies, none.

There's been some
terrible mistake.

- There may have been
a mistake, Doctor,

but there's no mistake about
that bottle of whiskey.

It's full of Escadine, enough
to kill a hundred people.

Now, have you got any idea
where Ed Gurney lived?

- Yeah, the Savoy Hotel, why?

- Maybe that
bottle's still there.

(tense music)

(brakes screech)

Ed Gurney, what room is he in?

- He's not in.

- [Dan] Just give us the key.

- [Harry] I'm not
supposed to do that.

- [Dan] Just give us the key.

(suspenseful music)

(body thudding on stairs)

- (stammering) I'm sick.

- Don't try to move, don't move.

- The bottle,
where's the bottle?

- The bottle.

Where's the bottle?

(tense music)

- Hey, what is this?

- That's it.

- You're a lucky man.

- Looks like you're up
against a brain this time.

Here, take a look at this cap.

What do you find?

- I don't find anything.

- Look inside.

- Small hole, right?

- Here's what you do.

You very carefully
loosen the excise stamp,

peel it back, take
a hypodermic needle,

insert it through the cap thus.

Now you've got
Scotch and Escadine.

A heated blade will
smooth the plastic

and hide the point of entry.

You stick the stamp back down

and send it to your worst enemy.

Unless he looks inside the
cap, he never suspects a thing.

- Pretty clever.

- Well, the Borgias
never did better.

- No prints?

- Well, the only prints
were made by Gurney

and Cahill and that janitor.

They weren't the real
target, were they?

- No, they weren't, Spence.

It's meant for a doctor.

How tough is it to get Escadine?

- Well, put it this way,

it wouldn't be an
overwhelming problem

if you work in a hospital.

(dramatic music)

- Why a doctor, why not a nurse?

I mean, what are they,
nuns, are they priests?

They're human, they hate, they
kill just like anybody else.

- Like patients.

- Yes, like patients.

- Like Donald Esseltine.

- Well, it's possible.

He had a motive.

After all, I had
to remove his hand.

He accused me of rushing
it, of making a mistake.

Is that why you brought him up?

Do you have some--

- He claims he sent you a
gift from Mickelberry's.

A butcher knife.

Now, we're checking
with Mickelberry's.

If what he claims is
the truth, Doctor,

he'll be in the clear.

- If what he claims is true,

then I'm afraid you've got
yourself quite a problem.

I'm not a popular man.

I've been led to
believe there won't be

too many mourners at my funeral.

- I don't understand.

- You don't understand what?

- Yesterday you told
me you didn't have

an enemy in the world.

- Call it shock.

No man likes to think
somebody hates him

enough to want to kill him.

- What are you talking about?

There isn't anyone in this
town that doesn't respect you.

Doctor, when are you gonna
start leveling with me?

How am I supposed to
help you if you don't?

- Lieutenant, I have
become a successful man.

I have become a demanding man.

Nobody likes to have
demands made on them.

People resent success.

- Well, then you're
gonna need protection

because he'll try it again.

- No, I don't want protection.

I don't want a lot of
policemen following me around.

I assure you I can take
perfectly good care of myself.

- Doctor--

- Now, Lieutenant if
you'll forgive me,

I have to prepare for a meeting
of the disciplinary board.

Good day.

- What's happened to you
in the last 24 hours?

Why is it all of a sudden
you don't care about living?

- Good day, Lieutenant.

(dramatic music)

- Dan.

This is Miss Crelic,
one of the nurses here.

- Hello.

- Miss Crelic, would you
tell Lieutenant August

what you told me, please?

- Well, yesterday I was
working on this floor

and I saw Dr. Rodell go
into Dr. Serling's office.

I figured there had to be
fireworks, so I ducked out.

- Why fireworks?

- Those two didn't get along.

Everybody in the hospital knew

they were heading
for a showdown.

- Dr. Rodell is a resident here.

- Yeah, I know, I
met him last night.

What's the trouble?

- I'd rather not get into
the middle of anything.

You'd better ask the
hospital director.

- Word couldn't have
leaked out already.

I haven't even had time to
prepare a formal statement.

- Well, you can be
informal with me.

What will the statement say?

- That the hospital
board will vote

to terminate Dr.
Rodell's contract here.

- Can you tell me why?

- When we brought him
here, we thought Dr. Rodell

was a very promising
young surgeon.

Unfortunately, he hasn't worked
out as well as we'd hoped.

He's been difficult.

And last month he prescribed
medication for a patient

contrary to the instructions
of the doctor in charge.

- You mean Dr. Serling?

- Yes.

- Is Dr. Serling responsible
for Dr. Rodell being fired?

- Most young doctors would
have admitted their mistake

and accepted the
reprimand silently.

Rodell's attitude was
aggressive, belligerent,

I considered it bordering
on the psychotic.

When I suggested
psychiatric counseling,

he just laughed at me.

(tense music)
(loud slapping)

- I told you just
to stay off my back.

He's ruined my career.

He's gonna pay for it.

- Frank, don't be a fool.

Don't make it any worse
than it already is.

(tense music)

(doorbell chimes)

Frank!

- Hello.

We're from the
police department.

I'm Lieutenant August,
this is Sergeant Wilentz.

Mind if we come in a minute?

- Um.

Is Dr. Rodell here?

- No, he just left.

What do you want?

- Are you Mrs. Rodell?

- No, I'm not, I'm his
fiancee, Sharon Cooper.

- Where'd he go?

Where did he go, Miss Cooper?

- I don't know, I...

What do you want with him?

- Tell us about this
package from Mickelberry's.

- I've never seen it before.

- It's already been opened.

Just show us what's inside.

- Look for yourself.

- We'd rather you did it.

- It's just a knife.

- Esseltine's gift.

Rodell must have taken
it out of the office.

- Switched tags.

- We'll have to take
this along as evidence.

- Evidence?

Evidence for what?

- Now, where did he go?

- (quietly) Don't know.

- A man's life may be in danger.

Now, where did he go?

- He went looking for Serling.

- I'll call Serling at
the hospital and warn him.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell chimes)

- All right, where is he?

Where is he?

Serling!

Come on out, you dirty yellow...

Serling!

- Who are you?

What do you want?

- Where's your husband?

Oh, look, don't lie
to me 'cause I know

he left the hospital at
lunchtime for his afternoon off.

- You're Dr. Rodell.

Aren't you the man
my husband had fired?

Well, you're in no
condition to talk to anyone.

- I'm in no condition
to waste time.

Now.

You're gonna tell me
where your husband is.

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

- Are you all right?

He didn't hurt you, did he?

- Oh, no.

He, uh, there was a time
when I thought he might,

but I managed to calm him down.

- Why didn't you call
us the minute he left?

- Well, I didn't really
think there was any danger.

I mean, if I had I
certainly wouldn't have

told him where my husband was.

- You told him?

- I thought maybe if
they sat down together

they could work it out.

- Where did you tell
him your husband was?

- He spends every Thursday
afternoon on his boat.

It's called the Rosalind II.

(upbeat funk music)

(siren blaring)

(upbeat funk music)

(splashing)

(punch landing)

- What about Serling?

- Rodell chopped up the bottom.

The hold's full of water.

If Serling's down
there, we're too late.

- Come on, Rodell.

Now, what'd you
do with the body?

- If I killed him, do
you think I'd tell you?

- Well, from what
we hear about you,

you're the type who
might boast about it.

- Yeah, I'm psychotic. (laughs)

- I'd say that's a
pretty good diagnosis.

Somebody that goes around
chopping holes in a boat,

that's a little nuts, isn't it?

- All right, I hate him!

But I had every right
to, he ruined my career.

But I don't know where he is.

I didn't kill him.

- Now, let me get
this story straight.

You're upset because
the poison didn't work,

got a little impatient,
went down to the boat.

- Poison?

What are you talking
about poison?

- We got a witness who saw you
sneak into Serling's office,

substitute a bottle
of poisoned whiskey

for one of the
birthday presents.

(Rodell sighs)

- (laughs) Oh, yeah, now
who's psychotic, huh?

It's you.

You don't even make sense.

What poisoned whiskey, huh?

What presents?

- [Dan] That present.

- All right, I did
take this home.

But I don't know anything
about any poisoned whiskey.

- Rodell, two old winos
drank that whiskey

and now they're dead.

Now, that makes
murder, doesn't it?

- I didn't kill anybody!

All right, all right.

All right, I did go
into Serling's office.

Well, I didn't think
anybody saw me.

Well, I thought it didn't
make any difference.

- Why?

Why'd you go in the office?

- Well, I was looking
for something.

See, there's a rumor
around the hospital

that Serling has a mistress.

And I thought that if
I could find proof,

I could get him to withdraw
charges against me.

- You didn't find
anything, though, did you?

- Yeah, I found something.

Check stubs.

He's been paying rent on this
apartment at the Mountain View

for four months now.

- Where are these stubs now?

- In my apartment.

- This was in your
apartment, too.

- Well, I can explain that.

Well, you see, when I went
into Serling's office,

somebody else came in there.

- You mean somebody else came
in and switched the packages?

- Yeah.

- Who?

Now, if you're telling the truth

somebody else is
gonna take the rap

for the death of two winos.

Now, don't be cute.

- All right.

You're not gonna believe this,
but it's the living truth.

The person I saw
switch those packages

was Dr. Michael Serling.

(dramatic music)

- You're right, we
don't believe it.

- It's the truth!

- Dr. Serling planted a
bottle of poisoned whiskey

on himself?

- Who said he was
gonna drink it?

He's got a wife and a
mistress, hasn't he?

That's one woman too many.

- It's really a
terrific story, Rodell.

But it still doesn't explain
this knife in your apartment.

- When Serling left his office,

I saw him throw this
in the trash bin.

I took it home just to see
what he was throwing away.

- Book him.

- Excuse me a minute, Father.

- George, what'd you
drag us down here for?

Couldn't it wait?

- No, it couldn't wait.

Morning report says you
found the check stubs

in Rodell's apartment and
they back up his story.

- That's right, so?

- So, why don't you arrest
Dr. Serling for murder?

- Because we don't
buy Rodell's story.

- Those check stubs don't
prove a thing, Chief.

Rodell could have gotten
them any place, any time.

- For all we know, George,
Dr. Michael Serling

could be lying dead
somewhere right now.

- [Joe] Car Eleven
to Car Nine, come in.

- August.

- Dan, there's still
no sign of Serling,

but the check stubs
to the Mountain View

paid for an apartment for
a girl named Linda Perry.

She moved in four months ago,

right after her stay
in the hospital.

- The hospital?

- That's right.

She was brought in because
she tried to commit suicide

by cutting her wrists.

That was a week before the
apartment was taken for her.

The doctor that sewed
her up was Serling.

(dramatic music)

- Yeah, I know I called
20 minutes ago, operator,

but this is urgent.

I've got to get
through to Zurich.

Look, if the circuits are
busy can you go through Rome?

Yes, I will pay the
difference, operator.

Yes, I'll wait.

- Would you like
another drink, Michael?

- (sighs) No, thanks, Linda.

Doesn't seem to be
helping very much.

- How about some coffee?

- Oh, no thanks, nothing.

Hans, is that you?

It's Michael.

I've been trying to
reach you all afternoon.

Hans, listen, I made
the arrangements.

The plane arrives in Zurich
8 p.m. your time tomorrow.

Can you be there?

(doorbell chimes)

(suspenseful music)

- Miss Linda Perry?

- Yes.

- I'm from the
police department.

I'm Lieutenant August.

Can I talk to you a minute?

- Oh, uh, I'm sorry,
I can't talk now.

I'm not feeling very well
and I was about to rest.

- This won't take long.

You're a friend of Dr.
Michael Serling's, aren't you?

- Why?

- Well, we're afraid something
might have happened to him.

- Oh, no, I...

He's perfectly all
right, I can assure you.

I just spoke to him
a few minutes ago.

He's on his way home.

- Do you mind if I use
your phone a minute?

- There's a phone downstairs.

I told you, I'm
not feeling well.

- That's right.

- Now, wait a minute!

Don't go in there!

You have no right to do this.

- If Dr. Serling's in
that bedroom, I do.

- Dan.

May I ask what
you're doing here?

- I was just about to ask
you the same thing, Doctor.

- Miss Perry's a
patient and a friend.

And I assure you, Lieutenant,
she can't help you

find the man who's
trying to murder me.

- I'm not so sure anybody is

trying to murder
you now, Doctor.

Just how long have you and
Miss Perry had this, uh,

relationship?

- This what?

- What are you trying to say?

- Four months ago, Miss
Perry tried to kill herself.

You don't suppose that the
reason she did that was

because the man
that was responsible

for making her pregnant
is married, do you?

- Dan, I swear to
you that's not true.

- Why don't you tell
me what is true?

When are you gonna
stop holding out on me?

When are you gonna stop lying?

- I suggest you tell me plainly

just exactly what you mean.

- What's your favorite
drink, Doctor?

Royal Inverness
scotch, isn't it?

Or is that your wife's?

- Are you suggesting
that I would want

to do away with my wife?

- That's exactly
what I'm suggesting.

- Oh, my God.

- I hope you have proof.

- I have an eyewitness
that saw you

take a poisoned bottle of
scotch into your office

and switch tags with
Esseltine's present.

- That's not true.

- You were gonna take
that scotch home.

Leona'd take a drink of it and
we'd arrest him for murder.

- You'll never prove that.

- I'll try, Doctor.

I'll try.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

- Arresting a man like
Serling on such evidence,

if I can dignify it by
calling it evidence,

is grabbing at straws.

- Take it easy, now, Ben.

Why don't you look at
it from our viewpoint?

The man's got a motive,
he's got a wife,

and he's got a mistress.

- The girl's a patient
until proven otherwise.

- And she tried
to commit suicide

because she was pregnant.

Now, his wife won't
give him a divorce

and even if she did
give him a divorce,

it would wreck him
professionally.

- Speculation.

- Ben, those two dead winos,
that's not speculation.

- The only testimony
against Serling

is tainted by prejudice.

Why, no district attorney
in his right mind

would even put
Rodell on the stand.

That's why I insisted
that he be released.

I'm sorry, but I had no other
alternative under the law.

- Now, you bear this in mind,
one thing hasn't changed.

He still has a wife and he
still wants to get rid of her.

- Even if you're right, Dan,

I doubt if he'll
try it again now.

- The man is psychotic
enough to try

to murder his wife once,
he'll try to murder her again.

Maybe not in the same way, Ben,

but he'll try to
murder her again.

Next time how do you
suggest I stop him?

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

- Yes?

- Good morning.

I'm Sergeant Rivera.

I'd like to see Mrs.
Serling, please.

- She's not here.

- Uh, just a second.

When will she be back?

- I don't know.

I'm sorry, I just don't
have that information.

You'll have to see
Dr. Serling about it

and he's at the hospital.

- Why does she need a nurse?

Is she sick?

- I'm not at liberty to
give out any information,

you'll have to talk
to Dr. Serling.

(dramatic music)

- Car Nine, Car
Nine, come in, Dan.

- [Dan] Yeah, Joe.

- Dan, something's up.

I think we may have been
too late to warn her.

- I'm sorry.

I can't perform the
Watson operation.

You'll have to get
somebody else to do it.

- I don't understand you.

That operation is scheduled
30 minutes from now.

- You'll have to get
somebody else to do it.

- Michael!

I'm entitled to an explanation.

What's the matter with you?

This morning you were
too tied up on the phone

to make your rounds,
you've been tense--

- And I'm doing the patient
a favor by not operating.

I suggest you stop wasting time

and call my standby,
Dr. Holbrook.

(tense music)

- Good morning, Doctor.

I've been looking for you.

- Really, what now?

- I sent one of my men over
to get some information

from your wife.

All they got was a lot of
double talk from a nurse.

- My wife's nerves have
been bad for some time.

I hired a companion for her.

She did just what she
is being paid to do.

- Where is your wife, Doctor?

- At home.

- The nurse says she isn't.

- Well, if Mrs.
Haskins said that

it was to protect my wife.

Now, if you'll
forgive me, August,

I'm scheduled for surgery.

- Doctor.

Do I have permission
to interview your wife?

- You do not.

- Then can I see her
if I don't talk to her?

- What, you afraid she's
already dead, Lieutenant?

- Can I see her?

- You may not see her.

- Then I'll get a warrant
and search your house.

(dramatic music)

- Dan, you said yourself
that he wouldn't

try it again so soon.

So what's so urgent?

Unless he was totally insane.

- I wouldn't rule
that out, George.

There's been a lot of
changes in the man.

- Based on the evidence,
I don't think you could

get a judge to sign
a search warrant.

- That's why I
want you to do it.

- Well, I'll try Judge Mattias.

What'll I say you're
searching for?

- A dead body.

(dramatic music)

- Looks like
there's nobody here.

- Yeah.

(funky jazz music)

(knocking)

She's on the phone.

We're from the police
department, we have
a search warrant.

We're checking for
evidence of homicide.

- Homicide?

Search?

I don't know about any of this.

I'm going to have to speak to--

- No phone calls, Mrs. Haskins.

- You guys check the back.

Ben.

- I'll take the
upstairs, Charlie.

- All right.

(suspenseful music)

- What do you got?

- Found these hidden in
the back of a closet.

Pretty heavy.

- Let's open them up.

(suspenseful music)

What do you got?

- Clothes.

What have you got?

- Clothes.

Somebody's making a phone call.

Where's the nurse?

- In the kitchen, making coffee.

- Yes, sir.

She just called.

She's at the marina.

The Freemonts' boat.

Thank you, I'm glad I
did the right thing.

I wasn't sure.

All right.

I called the doctor.

He's entitled to
know that strangers

are ransacking his home.

- What'd he tell you to do?

- Nothing.

Go ahead and search,
you won't find anything.

- Why?

He get rid of the body?

- What body?

What are you talking about?

- His wife, she's
dead, isn't she?

- No.

- He killed her, he
disposed of the body.

- Are you insane?

There's nothing wrong
with Mrs. Serling.

Why, just a little
while ago she phoned.

You were at the front door.

- Phoned from where?

- I don't know, she didn't say.

She left early this
morning without warning.

- Without her luggage?

- Yes, that's what
she phoned for.

She asked me to take
her clothes to her.

- Take them where?

Mrs. Haskins, we're
investigating a murder here.

Now, take 'em where?

- The marina.

She's hiding on a friend's boat.

The Freemonts.

- Hiding from what?

- The doctor.

- The doctor?

The doctor hired you, didn't he?

- (quietly) Yes.

- Well, then she
knows if she calls

that you'll call him.

Now, why would she do that?

- I don't know why, but she
did and that's the truth.

- Just now on the phone,

did you tell the
doctor where she was?

- Yes.

- Let's go, Charlie.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(suspenseful music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh!

- All right, Charlie.

- It's you!

I thought it was my husband.

He's trying to kill me.

I swear, I thought
it was my husband.

- Sure you did.

- He's tried it before, too.

I knew that I'd never be
safe at the house anymore,

so I came out here to hide,

but he's followed me
here, he wants me dead.

- No, Mrs. Serling,
he doesn't want you--

(car door slams)

- Keep him away from me!

- You're gonna be all
right, Mrs. Serling.

You're gonna be perfectly safe.

- You don't believe me!

There is another woman.

She's carrying his child.

Admit it, Michael.

You're paying her rent for her.

You love her.

- Leona, Leona, I
never loved her.

She's a patient who
needed a friend.

- Oh, lies.

He was going to leave me.

And he wanted to marry her.

But when I told him I'd
never give him a divorce,

he was going to
have me put away.

- Is that what you've been
trying to do all this time?

Protect her?

- I had no choice.

- That's why you decided
not to cooperate with us.

- Well, what else could I do?

She's my wife.

I couldn't let her be arrested.

I couldn't let her be locked
away in a mental institution.

I made arrangements for her to

enter a private
sanitarium in Switzerland.

She would have been treated by

the finest psychiatrist
I know, Dr. Hans Loder.

- (scoffs) Don't listen
to him, he's lying.

He's a terrible person.

He's always plotting against me.

He tries to hide it, but
I can see through him.

So, you were going
to have me locked up,

were you, Michael?

It's a wicked thing
to lock anybody up.

But it wasn't really necessary.

Lieutenant, it isn't
necessary at all.

- Mrs. Serling, two men
are dead because of you.

Don't you understand that?

- That was all a mistake.

I never meant for it to
work out that way at all.

You can't blame
me for a mistake.

Can you?

(tense music)

- Come on.

- Dan, I understand
how upset you are

about the Serling case,

but I'm afraid you have
a long night ahead.

About 11:20 we received a call

that a woman's body
was found in a ditch.

No, the caller hung up
without giving his name.

That's right.

Charlie is checking
the location now.

Thanks, Dan.

- Mike.

- Dan.

Charlie.

- Hi, Mike.

- What do you got?

- Female Caucasian,
20, 25 years old.

Appears to be a fracture
of the occipital bone

near the right ear.

There's also a bruise on
the left side of the jaw.

- Which came first?

- Well, I might want
to change later,

but right now I'd say
she got hit in the jaw

and struck the back of her
head against something hard.

Didn't have to be
too hard, either.

She's got a very thin skull.

Average woman would
have survived it.

- Anything else, Mike?

- She was raped.

And murdered.

(dramatic music)

She put up a pretty
good fight, Dan.

Skin under the fingernails.

When you find the
man, he'll be marked.

- [Man] Lieutenant August?

- Hello, Henley.

- I think I recognize her, sir.

- Who is she?

- Sherry Lazar when I knew her.

Later she was married to a
fellow named Stan Manders.

(doorbell chimes)

(funky music playing)

- Come in.

Who are you guys?

- Your name Stan Manders?

Can you turn that radio down?

- Is that all that's wrong,
the radio's too loud?

(clicks off radio)

- Is your name Stan Manders?

- Yeah.

- Is your wife at home?

- No.

(can clatters)

- You know where she is?

- No.

- You don't seem very
interested, Mr. Manders.

Police come to your
house at midnight,

ask about your wife,

you don't even wanna know why.

- She doesn't live here anymore.

I haven't seen her
for two months.

Now, why should I care?

- Can you tell us who
she's staying with?

- Staying with her old
man the last I heard.

If she's not there, I
don't know where she is.

- What's his name
and phone number?

- Dominic Lazar, 555-4720.

(rotary dialing)

- Dominic Lazar?

This is Sergeant
Wilentz of the police.

Can you tell me where your
daughter went this evening?

I see.

Well, I can't really
discuss it over the phone.

Could you meet us at
police headquarters,

say in 45 minutes?

Fine, thank you.

- What's all this about?

- We have reason to believe
that your wife is dead.

- (quietly) Dead?

- Murdered.

- He said she had a
date at the Roundup Cafe

and he doesn't know with who.

I'll check into it.

(dramatic music)

- Joe.

- Hi, Dan.

- Anything come in
from the murder site?

- No, nothing so far.

The attack took
place somewhere else

and the body was dumped there.

Uh, did you get a
positive identification?

- Sherry Manders.

- Stanley?

What happened to Sherry?

- She's dead.

- Well, how did she
get that way, Stanley?

Did you kill her?

- Don't be ridiculous, Dominic.

- Hey, hey!

- Talk to me, Stanley!
- Alright!

- I wanna hear you say
you didn't kill her.

- Knock it off!

- You better tell me the
truth, I'll break your neck!

- Come on.

- Come over here.

- Just tell me one
thing, did he kill her?

- She was raped, Mr. Lazar.

Now, why would her own
husband attack her?

- Because that's the way
he is, like an animal.

Even when they were married,

he wouldn't take no for
an answer, he'd beat her.

That's why she came
back home to live

because she couldn't take it.

Maybe he done it again.

- She have any other boyfriends?

- No, no boyfriends.

She never played around.

May I sit down?

- Sure.

You say she didn't
have any boyfriends.

She had a date
tonight, didn't she?

- Well, it's her first time
since she left Stanley.

I don't know who it was.

All she'd tell me
was, "Don't wait up.

"Pop, I'm going to the Roundup."

I told her, "You're a grown
woman, you've been married.

"Why should I wait up?"

I waited up.

- No scratches?

- No scratches.

- What's his story?

- Well, he claims he went
to every beer joint in town

last night, trouble
is he doesn't remember

which place at which time.

- All right, turn him loose,
but he stays on the list.

- List, what list?

Who else do you have?

- Sherry's date tonight.

That gives us two suspects.

- Or two victims.

Maybe her date's lying
out there someplace, too.

- I used to give her a lift home

the nights we stayed open.

Tuesdays and Fridays.

Tonight she didn't need a ride.

- [Charlie] Why not?

- She had a date.

Lieutenant, I want to
know why she was murdered.

Had she been
criminally attacked?

- Yes.

- Brutal.

Ugly.

What makes men do such things?

If I'd only stepped in.

I knew in my heart those
boys were up to no good,

but when she went along
with them, willingly enough,

or so it seemed, I persuaded
myself it was all right.

- What boys are
you talking about?

- Well, there were
three, no four.

Two of them held the
door and tried to

coax her in and the
other one stood by and

there was the driver,
that makes four.

- Is it possible that
one of those boys

was the man she had
a date with tonight?

- Troy Stedman?

No, he was only 17.

Much, much too young
for a woman like Sherry.

- Troy Stedman?

- Since Sherry came
to work for us,

he's been our
steadiest customer.

Although, all he ever
read was paperbacks.

- Mr. Prescott, could
you positively identify

Troy Stedman as one of
the boys in the car?

- No, it was dark, it was
some distance away, I...

My eyes aren't that keen.

- Well, what about the car?

You must have seen the car.

What about the color
or the license plate,

something like that?

- No, I'm afraid not.

I only knew Sherry a month.

Yet, somehow I felt
I've always known her.

Since I'm a coward,
Sherry is dead.

- Mr. Prescott, there
were four of them.

You were badly outnumbered.

- So was poor Sherry.

(jazzy music)

- Joe, run a check on a 17 year
old kid named Troy Stedman.

If he doesn't have a record,
I'll settle for an address.

- [Joe] Right away.

Oh, Dan, I checked
out the Roundup Cafe.

- Did you have any luck?

- [Joe] Well, they
had a recording artist
as a guest star.

The place was really crowded.

I checked out every
one of the staff

and nobody remembered
seeing her.

- All right, thanks, Joe.

(gentle jazz music)

- Come on in here, gentlemen.

Look, that party out there
is for my anniversary.

What's so important it
couldn't wait until morning?

- We'd like to talk to
your son, Mr. Stedman.

- Troy?

He's not here.

- He's not home either.

- I know that.

- You know where he is?

- I do.

Now, I'd like to know
what you're investigating

and why you think
Troy is involved.

- A young woman was
raped and murdered

and your son knew her.

- He what?

- He knew her.

We have reason to believe that

he was in a car
that picked her up.

- What are you trying
to say, Lieutenant?

Troy doesn't even have a car.

He left by...

What time was this
woman murdered?

- Somewhere around 11 p.m.

- My son returned to
Kierney Military Academy

for the fall term.

That's up near San Torino.

To get there by check-in time,

he had to take the 7:30 bus.

- Did he make the bus?

- I have no reason to doubt it.

- Would you mind
calling and finding out?

- Not at all.

(rotary dialing)

- Yes, the boy's with
me now, Mr. Stedman.

The duty officer states
that Cadet Stedman

reported in tonight on schedule.

- He's been there
since nine o'clock.

- Would you care to
speak to him yourself?

- Yes, please.

- It's your father Stedman.

- Dad?

What is it, what's wrong?

- Just a moment, son.

- This is Lieutenant August.

(dramatic music)

- She's been...

Oh, my God.

No, sir.

No.

Sir, I think I'm
going to be sick.

- Dismissed.

(dramatic music)

Mr. Stedman.

What?

Oh, oh, I see.

Well, Lieutenant, would
you mind telling me

what this is all about?

(suspenseful music)

(rotary dialing)

(telephone ringing)

(man sighs)

- Hello?

What?

Oh, who is this?

Oh, Troy.

It's 2 a.m.

You're lucky my folks aren't in.

She's...

Hey, man, are you putting me on?

- Griff, my old
man just called me.

The cops were there.

They found Sherry
dead by the highway.

She was murdered!

- Hey, man, cool it, will you?

Look, we left you off then

we dropped her off
at the Roundup.

Sure, she was okay then.

Whatever happened, it
happened after that.

Yeah, sure, it's too bad,

but I had nothing to do with it.

I swear, Troy, I had
nothing to do with it.

Yeah, I'll speak to you later.

(dramatic music)

- Looked into this matter.

There is no doubt, there's
no doubt whatsoever,

that Stedman was in this school

from nine o'clock last
night until this moment.

- The victim was last
seen at 8:30 p.m.

- Sir, I caught the bus at
7:30, arrived here at nine.

- The bus driver doesn't
remember seeing you on the bus.

- Well, it was crowded.

I guess that's why.

Here's my ticket stub.

- Are you satisfied, Lieutenant?

- Not quite.

Do you mind taking off
your shirt, Mr. Stedman?

- May I remind you this
is not Santa Luisa?

This is not even
the same county.

You have no authority here.

The point I'm making, Stedman,
is that if you do this,

you do this voluntarily.

- Yes, sir.

- Turn around, please.

Thank you.

You liked Sherry, didn't you?

- Yes, sir.

I bought some books from her
and talked to her a while.

But...

She was nice.

- She have many friends?

- I don't know
who else knew her.

Maybe somebody from
out of town did it.

- I don't think so.

I mean, she got in
the car voluntarily.

She'd have to know the
people in the car to do that,

wouldn't she?

- Then, sir, I guess
she knew them all right.

- Did you know them?

Did you know them, Stedman?

May I have a pencil
and a paper, please?

Thank you.

(tense music)

Stedman, I want you
to give me a list

of all your close
friends in Santa Luisa.

(tense music)

- All right, we've
got 26 names here.

Maybe the guilty
four aren't on here.

- That boy knows who
they are, George.

He's looking for a way to
tell me and I gave him one.

(intercom buzzes)

- Yeah.

- [Woman] There's
a call for Dan.

A Mr. Dominic Lazar.

(dramatic music)

- Mr. Lazar.

- I just finished making
the funeral arrangements

for my daughter.

I don't suppose you know
who killed her yet, do you?

- No, not yet.

Is that why you called us?

- I do.

Four boys.

They dragged her into their car

and they drove her someplace

and afterwards they killed her

so that nobody would
know who did it.

Well, I found out
who one of them is.

- Where'd you get your
information, Mr. Lazar?

- A clerk at the Book Corner.

Harriet somebody, I forget
what her last name is.

She said she saw these
boys drive off with Sherry.

She said one of them
is Troy Stedman.

- Mr. Lazar, we know
about the four boys.

- Now you know who
one of them is!

Arrest this Troy Stedman.

- We know about Stedman.

He's been cleared.

- Cleared?

What is this, cleared?

He was there, he helped
to do this to Sherry.

- Mr. Lazar.

The boy has an alibi.

- Alibi!

- He was in school at the
time the attack took place.

- That's a lie.

He's lying.

What kinda cops are
you, you can't see that?

Well, I'll tell you!

These are rich boys
from rich families,

they don't care about the law.

That's what's wrong
with this country.

There's two kinds of law,
one for them, one for us.

I'll tell you something
else, they're gonna pay!

- All right, Mr. Lazar.

- These boys
murdered my daughter.

You're not gonna do my job,
I'll see to it that they pay!

I'm gonna find that convertible!

They'll pay.

- What convertible?

- The one she told me
about, the one they drove!

- You say they got
into a convertible?

- Yes.

I only had a glimpse.

- Excuse me, Lieutenant,
has there been any...

Have you found out who did it?

- We're making
some progress, yes.

- You'll have made progress
when he's in the gas chamber.

- He was crazy about her.

- Did Sherry know it?

- Good heavens, no.

He didn't think anybody knows.

He sneaks around so.

I happen to know he
goes to nudie movies.

(whimsical music)

- Is that right?

Mm.
- Mm.

- I checked Troy's
list of names for cars.

- Any convertibles?

- Three.

One white one, one been in
a repair shop for a while.

- What about the other one?

- Strong possibility.

Belongs to a family named
Whitaker on Mariposa Drive.

- We'll have the
lab check it out.

Any boys in the family?

- One, name is Griff,
short for Griffin.

(swinging jazz music)

- Woo!

(splashing)

(kids chattering)

- Griff!

Griff!

These two.

Griff!

(kids exclaiming)

(splashing)

- Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Cheap shot, gang!

What is this?

- You deserved it!

Don't be such a
drag, come on in!

- I can't, I told
you, doctor's orders.

- [Boy] Oh, yeah.

- Hey, look, I oughta
be home in bed.

- Yeah!
- Oh, we know!

- Look, I got asthma.

- Look, if you can't come
in, change the music.

- [Boy] Yeah.

- Sure.

(kids chattering)

(music ends)

(loud rock music playing)

(splashing)

(kids exclaiming)

- [Boy] Hey, there's
something wrong with him!

Griff's bleeding!

Griff, hey!

(dramatic music)

- We were all in the water
at this end of the pool.

Brenda and Griff were
here on the couch.

Kim asked Griff if he'd change
the records on the stereo.

- Show us exactly what he did.

- Well...

He uh,

he walked around.

He walked around about this far.

Then he walked over to
the stereo to about here.

It was about here, wasn't it?

- It was at the end
of the table, Ronny.

- About to here.

Then he just reeled
around like a drunk.

We just thought he was clowning.

- Take it easy, son.

Rivera's lining up the angle.

The stereo drowned out
the sound of the gunfire.

The bullet caught him
and spun him around

right into the pool.

He was probably dead
before he hit the water.

- Any marks on the body?

- Yeah, his chest
was all scratched up,

just like Doc said.

- Find out where Dominic
Lazar was tonight.

- Yeah.

- And Charlie.

- Yeah?

- Do the same for
Stan Manders, huh?

- All right.

- What's up there?

- Well, the property
backs up to a low hill.

Halfway up you got a clean shot

at anybody here on the patio.

- Rifle, huh?

- Had to be.

- How did he know which one?

How did he know?

- Which friend have
you come to see?

- I was told that
Dominic Lazar was here.

- Oh, yes.

Mrs. Manders in
Slumber Room Four.

- I'm not a mourner.

Would you ask Mr. Lazar
to step out, please?

Police business.

- Excuse me, Mr. Lazar,
there's someone to see you.

- What do you want here?

- Sorry, Mr. Lazar.

Can we go someplace?

- Why?

- I'd like to talk to you.

You, too.

- No.

Nobody leaves Sherry.

You want to say something,
you say it right here.

- All right.

Where were you
earlier this evening?

Say between eight and nine p.m.

- Here, right here.

- Anybody with you?

- Only one person.

You wanna talk to her?

- Manders, where were you?

- I was at home asleep.

- At eight o'clock?

- I slept for four hours
and then I came back

to relieve Dominic.

- [Dominic] She's
never gonna be alone.

Now, why do you ask
all these questions?

- A boy was shot dead tonight.

- A boy?

What boy?

One of the ones
that killed Sherry?

Okay, so he got
what he deserved.

- Even if he was guilty,
he deserved a fair trial.

- Yeah, when they turn him loose

I know what the judge would say.

Just a young kid that
made a little mistake.

Send him home,
don't give him any

spending money for a month.

- They're not sending
this boy home, Mr. Lazar.

- Uh-huh.

What do you want from me?

Tears?

I already spilled 'em
all for my own kid.

- I want an alibi.

- Alibi, don't give me alibi.

Alibis are for
rich people who can

pay people to lie for them.

I got no alibi, so maybe
you'd better arrest me,

put me in a cell,
and tell everybody

that Dominic Lazar
is a murderer.

But you're still gonna
have to prove it, you see?

You're gonna have to prove that.

- That's right.

I'm gonna have to prove it.

- I'm on until midnight.

- I'll be in touch.

- I didn't even know her.

Just what I read in
the papers, that's all,

about her being found dead.

Well, that's all
I know about her.

- If I may say so, Lieutenant,

I think you have a very
fragile connection here.

My son was a friend
of Griff Whitaker,

who may or may not
have been involved

with this Manders woman.

- Griff Whitaker borrowed
his father's car that night.

- And so?

- So we can prove that
that car was involved

in the murder of Sherry Manders.

- I wasn't with him.

I was over at
Kevin's house, Mom,

we were talking about
school starting.

As far as I know,
I've never seen her.

- Well, then you have nothing
to be afraid of, do you?

- No.

- Good.

Now, will you give
us your friend's

full name and address, please?

- Kevin Colter.

426 Laughton Place.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

- Lieutenant, I hope this
will be the end of it.

- So do I.

If I were you I'd have your
son stay close to the house.

Thank you.

- I'm not even dressed yet.

- Listen, you jerk, the
cops are on their way over

to your house.

Look, just get out of there and

don't let anybody see you, okay?

Okay.

Okay, soon as I can make it.

- I know he was here
less than an hour ago

because I called
him to the phone.

He must have left
for school early.

- Thank you.

- Six to one the phone
call was from a young man.

- Yeah, let's cruise
around the neighborhood,

see what we can find out.

- Right.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

Rifle shot!

(suspenseful music)

Ronny's dead, too.

- Our killer does it all.

Investigates,

convicts and executes.

- Three homicides
in less than a week.

How many more before
we put a stop to this?

All right.

We don't know the name of
the fourth boy in the car.

How is it the killer
knows so much?

- When we catch him, George--

- What about the girl's father?

- The girl's father
would have used his hands

instead of a gun.

- All right, her husband, then.

- Sherry left him two
or three months ago.

Why would he want revenge?

- Gentlemen, we have a
killer loose in this town

and the way everybody's
talking around here

we don't even have a suspect!

- I got one.

What about Prescott?

We know he was hung up on her.

- I got another one for you.

Sherry Manders' date that
night at the Roundup.

- Yeah, all right,
that'll be all.

Dan.

We've got four suspects
and two kids to protect.

Make it happen.

- Joe.

- Yes?

- We have to find out the
identity of Sherry Manders' date

the night she was murdered

and I want to know the name
of the fourth boy in the car.

- You just want
a miracle, right?

- Right.

- Okay.

- Charlie, put a guard
on that Colter kid

until I tell you not to.

- Dan, if the Colter's accept
protection for their kid,

isn't that an admission
that he was involved

in Sherry's death?

- My son doesn't need
police protection.

I've taken charge
of that myself.

- We'll have a unit
looking out for him anyway.

- Well, they'll be
guarding an empty stable.

- Where is he, Mr. Colter?

- I'm not going to tell you.

You've done enough
damage already

just by showing up
to question my son,

you've told this maniac who
his next victim should be.

- This maniac doesn't
need any help from us.

He knows.

- It won't do him any good.

I'm putting Kevin out of reach.

- You mean you're getting
him out of the country,

is that right?

- I'm doing what's necessary.

And if it bends any laws,
we've got a good defense.

The Santa Luisa Police
have proven themselves

incompetent to protect people.

(motor revs)

(jazzy music)

- This is Car Nine.

Tell Charlie to put an
APB out on Kevin Colter.

Check the planes going out of
Los Angeles and San Francisco.

(tense music)

- Lieutenant August?

I'm Inspector Tompkins, San
Francisco Police Department.

That boy you're looking
for just came through.

- Hold it.

(suspenseful music)

- It was an accident, you know.

I mean her getting
hurt like that.

- There was no accident.

Somebody hit her.

- Yeah, it was Griff.

He got mad and,

and he hit her.

- Why don't you just start
at the beginning now?

- She was on her way to
the Roundup to meet a date.

We gave her a lift there.

I mean, we were just,
just for kicks, we...

We didn't mean anything.

At least I didn't.

Maybe Griff had something
in mind, I don't know.

He didn't stop at the Roundup,
he just barreled on past.

- Why don't you just
give us the name, son.

- Griff, Ronny, and me.

- What about the other one?

We got two witnesses who
saw Sherry get in the car

with four boys.

- Oh, yeah.

When we picked her up
at the Book Corner,

Troy was with us.

He was on his way back
to boarding school

and Griff said we'd
drive him there,

it was faster than the bus.

- Then it happened
on the way back?

- After we left Troy, obviously.

She was mad about being
late for her date.

Ronny and I tried to
kid her out of it.

I mean, we were
just fooling around.

Maybe Ronny got a
little too grabby.

Anyway, she slapped him
and that made Griff sore.

He stopped the car
and told me to drive,

said he'd cool her out

and then she jumped out of
the car and tried to run

and, well, Griff drug her back

and she scratched
him up pretty bad.

- Is that when he hit her?

- Well, he knocked her down.

She seemed kinda,

you know, dazed.

I was driving, I really
didn't see what Griff

and Ronny were doing
to her back there.

- You know what
happened back there.

You know what happened
back there, don't you?

Get in the car.

(Kevin crying)

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We got her back to town
and she was out cold.

We were really scared.

I wanted to call an ambulance,
but Griff wouldn't let me.

He said we'd dump
her someplace and

we'd all swear we'd
never seen her. (crying)

Then it'd just be her word
against the three of us.

- Yeah.

Except she didn't live to
talk about it, did she?

- (shuddering) No, sir. (crying)

- Did you talk to Troy about it?

- No.

No.

He called Griff
when he found out.

I guess he was real uptight.

(dramatic music)

(rotary dialing)

- Hello, this is, well you know.

That's right.

Look, the cops just got
here from Santa Luisa.

They must know something
to be coming back so soon.

Look, I can't hold
out any longer.

If they ask me I'll
have to tell them.

You better make a run for it.

I'll hold out as long as I can.

Sir, I don't know what
you want me to tell you.

- I want you to start telling
me the truth for a change!

- [Troy] I've never told
you anything but the truth.

- No, all you've done is
left a few things out.

A few things like who
the guilty boys were.

- They were my friends, sir.

- That's very noble, Stedman.

You shot your mouth
off to somebody

and that somebody
killed two boys,

now isn't that enough for you?

- Well, I didn't know he
was gonna do anything like--

- (shouting) Well, what'd
you think he was gonna do,

hand out medals?

- Anyway, I had to
tell him. (shudders)

- You had to tell who?

- Stan Manders.

I mean, he threatened
to shoot me.

And I hadn't done anything.

They did it.

They deserved to be
punished for what they did.

They had no right to do that.

Did they?

Did they?

(dramatic music)

(intercom buzzes)

- Katy speaking.

Yeah.

Joe.

On three.

- Rivera.

Yeah, Dan.

- Arrest Stan
Manders for murder.

And Joe, be careful, he's armed.

(dramatic music)

- [Joe] Car Nine.

- August.

- [Joe] Dan, we've
checked everywhere.

So far we're unable
to locate Manders.

- Well, keep checking.

(suspenseful music)

(rifle fires)

(rifle fires)

He's on the roof.

- Never a cop around
when you need one.

- Cover me.

(thrilling music)

(gun firing)

(rifle firing)

(gun fires)

(rifle firing)

(thrilling music)

(guns firing)

(thudding down stairs)

- [Charlie] Now, lie still.

You'll be all right.

- I got two of 'em.

I wanted to get the other one.

- Manders, why?

- They killed my wife.

- But she'd left you.

- She was coming back.

That night she was gonna
meet me at the Roundup.

She was coming home again.

Dominic was right, nobody
was gonna do anything,

so it was up to me.

She was...

(dramatic music)

- I'm sorry.

I only told him because--
- Never mind.

- I just want to try
to make you understand.

- Never mind.

- But I loved her!

- I wouldn't lean too heavily
on that if I were you.

- But I did.

- So did Manders.

(box thuds)

- This is their stuff, I'm
taking it back to my place.

Those lousy kids.

Everything would have been
all right if they hadn't...

They killed Stanley, too.

I'm gonna take care
of his funeral.

'Cause what he did,
he did for me, too.

- Dominic.

He was no hero.

He took the law into his
own hands and now he's dead.

And for what?

Kevin'll be tried and convicted

just like the others
would have been.

When are people like
you gonna learn?

- She was my daughter.

- I know.

And you loved her.

But you go on hating like this,

because of what was done to her,

and even her memory
is gonna go sour.

(dramatic music)

(funky jazz music)