Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 1, Episode 3 - Warning: All Wives - full transcript

[Man] Take it off now!

The similarities are strong
enough to suggest a pattern.

Both made to strip to music and
then raped and slashed to death.

All these terrible murders,
this terrible tension.

Pep, you'll be Mrs. Amy King.

- And act as bait
for the rapist.
- That too.

That's a policewoman
you got there with you!

All right. Break it in.

[Man] You listen to me!
'Cause I got your friend!

I'm gonna kill her!

[No Audible Dialogue]

Hey, what's the hurry?
Visiting hours aren't up yet.

- I've got things to do.
- Oh.

Listen, if you're planning a
surprise party, don't make it too big.

Okay? Oh. [Chuckles]

Ellie, thanks for these...
and for being you.

Now, don't get sexy.

Tomorrow night, we'll get sexy.

Can I count on it?

You can count on it.

Good-bye now.

[Chuckles] [Door Closes]

Well, now. Last visit,
huh, Miss Tarlow?

Yeah. My husband's
going home tomorrow.

Why don't we just
forget about it today?

Sort of my way of saying, um,
good luck to the both of you.

Well, that's really very nice,
but I want you to take it. Honest.

Hey, Miss Tarlow!

Have a nice day.

[Hammering]

[Ripping]

[Hammering]

What do you want?

[Man] Put down the hammer.

Put down the hammer! Drop it!

Now! [Gasps]

[Chuckles]

♪♪ [Radio: Funk]

Okay, dance.

♪♪ [Continues]

Come on. Dance. Dance.

[Snapping Fingers]

Sexy. Come on.

Sexy.

Come on. Sexy!

Yeah. Oh, that's good.

Take off your clothes.

Come on. Take your clothes off.

Take 'em off! No!

- Now!
- [Sobbing]

- Don't stop!
- [Crying]

You're real... Oh, baby.

[Murmuring]

Come on. Don't stop.

Come on. Don't
stop. Take 'em all off!

[Gasping, Sobbing]

[Bill] Drinks are on me, Dugan.
To the end of your bachelor days.

[Pete] Pepper says she's got a
surprise for you. She's on her way.

Best stuff in the house for
the young husband. [Chattering]

Congratulations. [Ringing]

There's gotta be worse
things than gettin' married.

Hello. Vinnie's.
[Chattering Continues]

Yeah. Just a minute.
Bill, telephone.

Crowley! Telephone! Huh?

[Chattering, Laughing]

Was that one the redhead?

I don't believe it. [Laughing]

At ease, gentlemen.
At ease. Hi, guys.

Hey, Dugan, I got
somethin' for you. Oh, yeah?

To give to Betty. Oh.

It's an old Peruvian
charm for brides.

That's really nice. It's one of
those fertility symbols, I think.

Oh, no, no. It's too
late for that. [Laughs]

[All Laughing] Hey. Joe, Pete.

Hey. Hey, look. One
light beer for the lady.

Don't let anybody
steal my drink.

I hope Betty's
superstitious. Thanks, Pep.

Hey, Bill, what
is it? What is it?

- It ain't the redhead, is it?
- Hi, Pep.

That was Marsh on the
phone. He's got a 187.

Victim's a female
Caucasian, about 30.

Found dead in her
home a few minutes ago...

Raped, slashed with a
razor some 20-odd times.

And her husband's a
patient at Bryan Memorial.

Wait a minute. The lady last
week... What was her name?

- Anna Savelli.
- Right.

Anna Savelli. The similarities are
strong enough to suggest a pattern.

Both women in their 30s, both
of them had husbands at Bryan...

and apparently, both
made to strip to music...

and then raped and
slashed to death.

Wonder what kind of
a freak we got this time.

I don't know.

I... I have no idea.

Did your wife tell
you about anybody?

Did she ever mention
anybody at all who was

giving her a bad time
or was bothering her?

Mr. Tarlow?

No.

I'd rather you postpone
this until tomorrow.

He's under heavy
sedation, Lieutenant.

And his wife is the
second murder victim...

of a patient in this hospital
within a week, okay?

Two minutes.

Your job, ours...

Ain't always a
lot of laughs, is it?

Mr. Tarlow, please,
just try to think now.

Can you think of
anybody at all? Anybody.

Yesterday,

she mentioned, uh, phone.

- A phone call?
- The phone rang.

She said hello. No answer.

She said hello again.

Then a click.

Sh-She...

- She...
- She was upset.

I... I said, Ellie, it...

It happens all the time.

Don't worry. Please.

Don't worry.

[Crying]

[Crying Continues]

[Pepper] Her instinct was right.

Especially with a girl alone, you
get so you can tell a phone creep...

when you pick up the receiver.

Okay. We just got clearance
to work inside the hospital.

Bill will go in as a patient...

A Mr. Donald King, businessman,
undergoing extensive tests.

Only the top hospital
administrators know about this thing.

Our contact's a
Dr. Abraham Foreman.

- Pep, you'll be, uh,
Mrs. Amy King, my wife.
- Do I have to?

It was a tough decision,
honey. It was either you or Joe.

Oh. [Laughing]

You gotta pay me visits twice a day
regularly... afternoons and evenings.

I want you to really show
yourself around that hospital.

Get friendly with as
many people as possible.

Pick up whatever
information you can.

And act as bait for the rapist.

That too. Yeah.

Joe, you'll cover as an orderly,

likewise picking up information.

You know. Mix it up
with the personnel.

You been in the
files again, huh?

Were you a medic,
or weren't you, man?

Back to bedpan alley.
Thanks a lot. [Laughs]

Pete, you work on the
outside with me. Right.

I check in at 11:00. Pep,
you pay your first visit at 1:00.

Can I make it 2:00?
I got a lunch date.

- Break it.
- With my sister.

Oh, yeah. Well,
I'll see you at 2:00.

Here you are, Cheryl.
Isn't she pretty?

She's very, very French,
and her name is Monique.

What?

Your sister is Monique,
and you're a boy? Pierrot?

Oh. I'm very, very
sorry, Monsieur. What?

Oh, no. I'll make sure it
never, never happens again.

Now,

how about having some lunch?

Just you and me and a butterfly
or two, if they want to come along.

Look. Apples.

And grapes.

[Woman On P.A.]
Dr. Curtis. Dr. Curtis.

Please call 104 West.

Hold it.

And our job is to make you
as comfortable as possible.

Well, I sure
appreciate it, ladies.

Hello. Oh, hi,
honey. Come on in.

Hello, darling. This
is my wife, Amy.

This is Mrs. Wadsworth
and Mrs. Bailey.

Look what the ladies
gave me. Isn't that pretty?

Oh, that's beautiful. And we have a
large collection of paperbacks, Mr. King.

If you ever feel too tired to read, one
of our young assistants can come in.

Oh, I don't think
that'll be necessary.

Uh, I guess not. My wife
thinks that won't be necessary.

[Laughing]

- I brought you
the afternoon paper.
- Oh.

"Second hospital
patient's wife found"...

Oh, just terrible. Awful.

Did you ladies know this
Mrs. Tarlow? Yes, we did.

We knew Mrs.
Savelli too. Oh, really?

The other young woman
whose husband is here.

Oh, they're both so young. Mrs.
King, I don't mean to frighten you,

but you really have
to be very careful.

- Facts are facts, you know.
- I will.

That's enough of that. You will
call on us, won't you? Yes, I will.

- Thanks a lot, ladies. Thank you.
- [Door Closes]

Nice flowers. Who sent them?

I did.

They make a very nice couple, don't
you think? Yes. Then again, you never...

You know, Peggy, how you forget sometimes
to lock that kitchen door at night.

And the patio door. I won't
forget anymore, honey. Honest.

It's not funny,
sweetheart. I know it isn't.

Give me a kiss. I gotta go. I'll
see you tonight after I feed the kids.

Okay. Bye.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Escobar.
Admitting desk, please.

How's, uh, Cheryl
doin'? Not too bad.

Are we enjoyin'
our little stay here?

I thought I asked for a bedpan.
You get gumdrops instead.

Oh, yeah? Peppermint? Horehound.

What else you got? You heard
anything? Suspects like ants at a picnic.

You ask around, you find out that every
other male employee is a possible rapist,

including interns, residents,
ambulance drivers and orderlies.

Pep, down in the lobby,
I noticed a bulletin board.

Why don't you
make up a little card?

Somethin' like, uh... "Dachshund
For Sale. Mrs. Amy King."

Put your phone number on it.

What a girl won't do for
a hundred bucks an hour.

Listen, you're in Criminal Conspiracy
now, kid. She thinks she's still in Vice.

Right. Mind if I
make it a schnauzer?

Just don't make it a
police dog. [Laughing]

Whoa. Okay. A five.

And here's your
change. One, two...

- How's Mr. Lakes?
- Oh, he's better.

- He'll be going home soon, huh?
- Yeah, any day now.

Yeah.

Oh. Three, four.

Thanks. Thank you.

As long as he hasn't been in
an accident. I don't think so.

Hello, ladies. Hello, Mrs. King.

If you're waiting for a
cab, maybe I can help you.

No, thank you. My
grandson's picking us up.

There he is now.

There you are. Hi,
Grandma. Mrs. Bailey.

Hello, dear. Two minutes late.

Six minutes. Mrs. King,
this is my grandson, Martin.

How do you do? And
his friend, Shana Reed.

Hi. Mrs. King's
husband's on our floor.

Oh, good. Good.
Can we give you a lift?

Oh, no. I have my
car, but thanks. Okay.

Bye, Miss King.
Well, hop in, kids.

Thanks, Miss Amy
King. How'd you know?

Well, I make it a practice of
learning my customers' names.

Now, drive careful. I wouldn't want
anything to happen to this lovely car.

[Chuckles] Thank you.

Good night. Good night.

[Ringing]

- Hello?
- Hey, Pep. Bill.

Everything all right? Did you get
that card up on the bulletin board?

Everything's all right, and
I put it up. Top left corner.

Oh. Uh, by any chance,

did you have someone keep
an eye on the apartment?

- No. Why?
- Oh, nothing.

Except I noticed...
Noticed what?

Hey, Pep. You okay?

Um, nothing. Nothing at all.

See you in the morning, Bill.

[Woman] Bryan
Memorial. Good morning.

Bryan Memorial.
Mr. Thurmond? He's in... 712.

Bryan Memorial. Good
morning. Bryan Memorial.

Oh, Dr. Foreman? One moment.

Oh, yes, I will. Thank
you. I'll connect you.

Bryan Memorial. Good morning.

Well, now I've heard
everything. Huh.

They want me to
go and visit a patient.

Mind the store, girls.

[Knocking] Come in.

Mr. King? That's right.

I'm Therese Russo.
The telephone operator.

I'm sorry, Therese. From the
sound of your voice on the phone,

I just was expecting
an older woman.

Uh, Mr. King, do you mind
telling me what this is all about?

Well, first of all, I'm not
Mr. King. That's great.

Oh. You're a cop.

Therese, two women have been
raped and murdered... patients' wives.

We think the man who did it
may work here in the hospital.

What has that got to do with me?

Well, you're a... You're
a telephone operator.

You hear things.
I don't listen in.

No, but you hear things.

Yeah, well, naturally
you hear things, but...

Look, I'm not asking you to
listen in, Therese, but, uh...

Well, let's face it. Neither
one of us was born yesterday.

You're trying to
con me. Now, uh...

Therese, that's really
not my style. [Sighs]

Look, I'm not a snoop,
and I'm not a cop.

And I just don't do that
kind of thing. I'm sorry.

Therese, two women
were murdered.

[Speaking Italian] Hmm. What?

[Italian]

I just said women
are something else.

Oh, no, I know what you said.

But I thought that thing that you showed
me said that your name was Crowley.

That's right. And
you speak italiano?

Yeah, that's right. How
come you speak italiano?

I had this little grandmother that
came from a town nobody ever heard of,

outside of Naples,
called Torre del Greco.

You're kidding?
You're kidding? Huh?

'Cause my family comes from
a town right across the way.

Torre Annunziata.
Torre Annunziata?

[Italian] [Laughs, Italian]

[Both Laughing]
Well, that's incredible.

[Italian] Ah! Would I kid you?

Hey, no, you're putting me on.

[Italian] With those Irish
eyes, you're not Italian.

[Italian]

Listen, if you're from Naples,
how come you're not singing?

Ecco.

♪♪ [Singing In Italian]

♪♪ [Singing Continues]
♪♪ [Singing In Italian]

You know it, huh?
[Laughing] Che bella voce!

Canto come Mario Lanza.

No, no, no. You sing
like an Irish tenor. No.

Morning, Miss Amy King.

Good morning, Mr., uh...

- You really wanna know?
- Tit for tat.

Good morning.

[Water Running]

Bill? Pep. Yeah.
I'll be right out.

Got a name for you. Oh?

Fred Asher. Who's that?

Casanova of the parking
booth. Big eyes for the ladies.

Bad vibes? Yeah. Kinky.

You want me, Bill? Yeah.

The telephone operator's
got a suspect for me too.

A Dr. Gabriel Shaver...
He's a resident here.

She said he's been paying a lot of
special attention to the patients' wives.

So? So check him
out with Foreman.

What's that guy's
name? Your guy. Asher.

Asher, huh? Follow
through on him.

Get out there and mingle.
Let the folks see you. Right.

Come on. Let's move
it. Get your tails in gear.

Incipient peptic ulcer.
[Joe] Aggravating constantly.

Ciao, darling.

Try to hold it down... to 98.6.

Doctor says I'll be able to
start playing tennis in a week.

That's sensational. When you get
back, would you bring me a paper?

Sure, honey.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Curtis.
Please call 104 West.

Dr. Curtis. Dr. Curtis.

See ya. See ya.

Not a chance. Are
you sure of that?

Of course I'm sure. Dr. Shaver
was on duty both of the murder nights.

Well, of course, I've
heard rumors about him,

but I've checked
him out personally.

Oh, he likes to pinch nurses.

[Chuckles] Nobody's perfect.

Doctor, I'm sure you understand
we have to check out...

every possible
lead, no matter who.

Yes, of course.

Tell me, when is
all this going to end?

All these terrible murders,
this terrible tension.

We're trying to
run a hospital here.

That's difficult
enough these days.

Now we have to cope
with frightened patients...

and their frightened wives.

Doctor, I know the problem.

Trust us. We are doing our best.

And thank you.

Later, Doug.

[Opens, Closes Drawer]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Gasps, Whimpers]

[All Laughing]

I'm glad to hear that
Mr. King's coming along.

Thank you. He should be
getting home soon. Good.

You tell him we're disappointed
he never calls on us. All right.

Oh. Hello, dear. Hi,
Grandma. How are you?

Mrs. King. Martin.

Well, good night, everybody.
[Others] Good night.

[Footsteps Approaching]

Pepper, we just
got a call from Pete.

There's been another 187.
Wife of the guy next door to Bill.

It happened out at Forester
Park, just off Lake Road.

[Helicopter Whirring Overhead]

[Chatter On Police Radio]

Hello, Pepper. Lieu.

Bobby, let's pick
up her clothes.

Pep.

I guess he made her strip
and dance like the others.

I'm afraid so, Pep.

[Vehicle Door Closes]

I wanna see that lab report as
soon as it comes in. [Knocking]

Who is it? It's me, Therese.

Come on in, Therese.

There's not a hell of a lot I can
do tied to a hospital bed, is there?

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
[Handset Clatters In Cradle]

Yeah, what do you got, Therese?

Boy, it's so awful.

Another woman murdered.

Uh, her husband, he
picks up the phone, and, uh,

he tries to call their children.

And, um, he just busts
out bawling like a baby.

Huh. I couldn't even
put the call through.

Uh, listen. Uh,
about this guy...

This, uh, Fred Asher
that you mentioned.

What about him? Well,
something's wrong.

Like what?

Like how you told me how
he wrote on his work sheet...

that he was working here on the night that
Mrs. Tarlow was murdered, this Tuesday.

Well, I know that he was away
from here, at least for a while,

because I took a call from him.

He wanted to talk
to this nurse here.

But it just so happens
that she wasn't here,

'cause she's off on Tuesdays.

Sir. You're not supposed
to be down here.

Patients aren't allowed in the
lobby. I'm just stretchin' my legs.

Would you please
stretch them back up...

My wife left an ad up
here. You didn't see

anybody take anything
off this board, did you?

No, I didn't. Now,
please, would you...

[Knocking]

Who is it? [Joe]
It's Pete and Joe.

We barge in on anything? Oh, no.

Steve McQueen's upstairs in
the shower, but nothing special.

Well, Pep, break out
the blankets. Huh?

Joe and I are spendin'
the night. What's wrong?

Well, Bill checked the bulletin
board. Your advertisement's missing.

He took the bait.
Well, we'll see.

We checked out Asher, and he was
free during the time of all three murders.

Mm-hmm. Crowley
got anything in mind?

Sure does. Asher gets
off tomorrow at 3:00.

That gives you
exactly five minutes.

Okay, Pep, get goin'.

And be careful.

[Door Closes]

[Tires Squealing]

Well, hello there,
Miss Amy King.

Well, hello, Mr. Fred Asher.

Are you waiting for someone? No. My
car broke down. I just phoned for a cab.

[Chuckles] Looks like we both got
off work at the same time tonight.

Well, I don't consider
visiting my husband work.

Oh. Well, I mean... I
didn't mean it like that.

[Chuckles] I was trying
to be funny, you know?

I'm... I'm sorry. That's okay.

Hey, uh, why don't
I drive you home?

I'll tell Charlie in the
booth to cancel the cab.

Well, if it's not too
far out of your way.

Are you kidding?
My pleasure. Great.

[Engine Starts]

Thank you. Yes, indeed.

[Asher] Tell me somethin', Amy.

Will your husband be getting
out of the hospital soon?

I hope. Must be very lonely
with him away like that.

I mean, I live alone, and I
know what that feeling's like.

Well, uh, Fred, I think it
would be more correct to say...

that I was more lonely
before he went in.

It's right here. It's his
job. He travels a lot.

It's the most I've
seen of him in months.

[Engine Stops] That's
the way it goes, I guess.

Well, Mr. Fred Asher, I
wanna thank you very much.

My pleasure.

Amy, um, would you
like to have dinner?

Oh, I couldn't. I
have dinner tonight.

But, um, would you like to
come in for a cup of coffee?

Could you change
that to a drink?

Here you go. Oh. Thank you.

Uh, where's yours?
Maybe a little later.

This is really a nice
place. Thank you.

Well, I'm still working on it.

[Sighs] Hey.

♪♪ [Funk] All right!

I bet you never would guess I won a
trophy for this when I was in the navy.

Yeah. U.S.O. show. The
frug... me and this nurse.

Hey, baby, dance
with me. Come on.

Oh, I don't know. Sure.

Ooh, look at you
move. Well, all right.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Oops. Oh, nuts.
What's the matter?

Wrong shoes for dancing.
I'll go put on the right ones.

Okay. You make
yourself comfortable.

Thank you.

I'll be right back. Okay.

♪♪ [Continues]

I thought, as long as I was
here, I'd see the rest of your place.

This is it.

Your lonely room? Mm-hmm.

It's very nice.

"Pep-per." Pepper.

That's me. That's my nickname.

Mm. Pepper.

Is that what you
want me to call you?

Right now, you'd better
stick to "Mrs. Amy King."

Ah, whatever turns you on.

That doesn't. Sorry. [Chuckles]

Well, honey, we just met.
Takes time, doesn't it?

Hmm? I don't
want you to do that.

Don't, uh... What's the
matter, baby? What's wrong?

I asked you for coffee. That's
what I asked you to come up for.

I don't want anything else.
Amy, what's the matter?

I don't want... I
want you to stop.

What the hell is that?

Hey. Rape? Murder? Come
on, man. You gotta be kiddin'!

The night of the 17th...
Where were you, Asher?

Um, I told you. I was home.

- You live alone?
- Yep.

- How about the night
of the 24th?
- Twenty-fourth?

Yeah, I was home again.

You were supposed
to be working that night.

Uh, well, I reported in that
night, but I didn't feel very good.

And, uh, I took... I went
home for a couple of hours.

You go home yesterday?
Yesterday. Um, uh... [Stammering]

I took off. I got in my
car, and I went for a drive.

Took off? Where? The desert.

Alone? Yeah, I went alone.

I... I had things to
think about, you know?

What kind of things?
Personal things.

You expect us to
believe that? Yes!

Okay, I've had it with you.

Pete, book this guy
on attempted rape.

- Turn it over
to the D.A.'s office.
- Hey. Hey, wait a minute.

Hey. Hey, man.

Hey, I could use
a drink, you know?

[TV: Western]

[Whooping, Shouting]

Hey. You get
anything? [TV Clicks Off]

Did Asher roll over?

Asher rolled over...
The wrong way.

- What do you mean?
- Well, he talked,
but not about any murders.

It seems he's been
shacking up with this chick

who happens to be
married to a surgeon here.

He just didn't want to
bring down any heat on 'em.

- Confirmed?
- Confirmed.

I'm gonna get some
coffee. Anybody want any?

[Joe] I'll take some tea. Pep.

I don't want you leaving
the floor without cover.

The coffee machine's
at the end of the hall.

You heard what I
said, right? Yes, boss.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Granville.
Please call the operator.

Dr. Granville. Oh. Mrs. King?

Yes? May I speak
with you for a second?

Oh, sure. I was
just going for coffee.

It's about your advertisement...
For the schnauzer...

The one my grandson
took off the bulletin board.

Martin? Yes. You see, uh...

He's going back to school
in England next month.

And the, uh... The
Customs are very strict.

They quarantine all pets for six
months before admitting them.

Yes, I know. I don't think that'd
be fair to Martin or to the animal.

I thought I'd talk to
him about it, but I...

I'm afraid I would upset him.

Not that he gets
that way... anymore.

Being away has helped him
enormously... with his problem.

What kind of problem?

I think the best way to
describe his problem...

would be to call it an
emotional condition.

It developed about the time
that his father died... of cancer.

- How long ago was that, Doctor?
- Oh, about six or seven
years ago.

Did he die here in
the hospital? Yes.

It was a doubly
tragic thing. You see,

Martin's mother... a
beautiful young woman...

I always thought
unstable emotionally.

She left... Ran away
with another man.

Well, the boy suffered an
emotional breakdown, became violent.

Well, they sent him to London
for psychiatric treatment.

Yeah. Joe, Pete, alert all
the men in the hospital...

to be on the lookout
for the Wadsworth kid.

Pepper, locate the grandmother
and stay with her. Right.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Ward. 561.

[Woman] "The discovery of that fact
should bring about a major revolution...

"in the concept of
man and the universe.

But is there such a"...
Excuse me, Mrs. Bailey.

Do you know where I can
find Mrs. Wadsworth? Edith?

She's probably helping in
one of the patients' rooms.

Is something the matter,
Mrs. King? Uh, probably not.

The kid's here. In the hospital?

The garage attendant spotted
him about 10 minutes ago.

[Woman] Dr. Ward.
561, west wing. Dr. Ward.

[Gasps] Not a sound,
or I'll slit your throat.

Now, you just be
real quiet, okay?

[Breathing Heavily]
Just real quiet.

And remember.

[Gasping] Just be quiet.

I don't think the night watchman
will mind if we use his pad.

He doesn't come in till
6:00. What do you want?

What do you think, tramp?

Oh!

Like music? ♪♪ [Funk]

I like music very much.

Mrs. Wadsworth. Yes? Mr. King.

Have you seen my wife in the
last few minutes? No, I haven't.

What about your grandson?
Have you seen him? No. Why?

Stay with this police officer, Mrs.
Wadsworth. I'll have to explain later.

But... But, Mr. King...
I'll explain later.

I've been watching you for the
past few days. Do you know that?

Keepin' an eye on
you. [Breathing Heavily]

Good little wife comes
to visit her ailing husband.

But all the time, managing to leave
the room to wander in the hallways.

Eyes roving.

Eyes roving all over the place.

Smiling at everybody,
even smiling at me.

You dig that, don't you...
Turning guys on like that?

Yeah.

Well, your husband
may not know it, but I do!

And you wanna know
something else I know?

I know that you're
filth, and you're rotten!

And I'm gonna
make you pay for it.

Did you kill those women?

Why, Martin? Why'd you do that?

I don't know.

I don't know. My old
buddy, the English shrink,

would probably say I was
getting back at my mother.

He used to blame
everything on my mother.

I'll only be gone a
little while, Martin.

But Dad's dying!

Just a little while.

Hey, Bill. One of the interns
just found this on the elevator.

The strap's been slashed.
[Footsteps Approaching]

A nurse says she thinks
she saw them on the elevator.

And she said it was going up.

Let's go. Pete, get some special
equipment in case we need it up there.

Right.

♪♪ [Jazz] Hey.

Hey, that's a
sexy beat, isn't it?

[Turns Up Volume]

You wanna dance?

Come on. Let's dance, okay?

♪♪ [Continues]

I said dance!

[Rattles Door] Martin?

Police. Open up!

Come on, Martin. Open
up. I see you back there.

Martin, that's a policewoman
you got back there with you.

Now, don't compound
your problems. Let her go.

Martin! Come on.

All right. Break it in.

Come on.

[Martin] Get outta here!

You stay off this roof,
or I'll slit her throat!

Okay, Martin. Okay.
We'll get off the roof.

But you can't escape
from up here, son.

I'll tell you what...

You let her go, and I
promise you you won't get hurt.

No! You listen to me!

'Cause I got your friend,

and if you don't,
I'm gonna kill her!

Okay, I'm listenin'.

I want you to get a car
for me. [Mouthing Words]

And I want you creeps to
keep your hands off of me...

until I get in that car
and get outta here.

You understand?
'Cause if you don't,

then you're not gettin' your
lady friend back in one piece.

You know we
can't do that, Martin.

You've got to, or
I'm gonna kill her.

No deal, son.

Yeah? Well, you ask this lady
here what she thinks about that,

about what her
friends think about her.

Huh? What do you think
about that, lady? Huh? No deal.

I want you to listen to me, son.

Listen, we just wanna help you.

We don't wanna have to hurt you
or kill you. We just wanna help you.

You're sick, and you need
help. [Helicopter Approaching]

Help me? [Gasping]

Help me? How?

[Helicopter Whirring]

Okay. First, I want you
to let her go, Martin...

Real easy and unhurt.

No!

And then, Martin, I want
you to drop that razor...

and walk over here to me.

And I promise you,
son... I promise you.

I'll get you to a doctor or
a hospital or someplace.

But I'll get you someplace
that's gonna get you some help.

I don't want any more help!

But you need it, Martin.

Now, you think
about what I just said.

Think about... Think about
your grandmother, son.

Think how she
must feel, knowing...

Knowing that you're up
here doing what you're doing.

I mean, you love your
grandmother, don't you?

Don't you?

You get that thing outta here!

Get it outta here!
You get it outta here,

or I'm gonna jump off this
roof, and I'm takin' her with me!

Get it outta here, or I go!

Okay, son. We'll
get it outta here.

Get that chopper the
hell outta here, will ya?

It'll take a minute, but
we're gettin' rid of it.

Air 3. Air 3. Get that
chopper out of here.

Get it out now.

Okay, Martin. We
got rid of it for you.

Now, are you gonna
let me out of here?

Or am I going
over this roof? Huh?

Pepper!

Now!

You all right, kid?
Yeah. I guess.

You okay? Yeah.

You hang on to this till we put
in for a new Dior or Chanel or...

How would you like a
Balenciaga this time?

And all that good
stuff. No jokes.

Please, not now. No jokes.

Thanks a lot, guys.

It's been a tough day, huh, kid?

Well, it goes
with the territory.