Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 3, Episode 9 - Bait - full transcript
(dramatic music)
- It won't be as bad
as you think, I swear.
- I won't help
and I won't testify.
- See, what happens is,
people confuse rape
with sexual desire.
- You guys doing
any good up there?
- Not so far, but we
have not spotted your girl.
- Oh, Daddy, help me!
Help me, please!
(dog barking)
- Which one of us
you want, him or us?
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- Hi.
- Hi.
- What happened to the lights?
- I guess they got
zonked by the storm.
If the phone rings, grab it
because no one else is around.
Everybody went to the concert.
- [Celia] Everybody?
- [Woman] Everybody.
- Well, you know I might
not answer the phone
because I might decide to go out
and call Dad and go home.
- You gotta do
something big Friday night.
(heavy breathing)
(feeble moan)
- Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh, ah!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
- [PA] Dr. Curtis.
- Hey, I know, I know,
but I can't be in two
places at one time.
Oh, well, I haven't quite
learned how to do that yet.
I understand, Lieutenant.
Look, I'll call you right back.
Freak.
- You're getting pretty
salty in your old age, eh?
- I've been
getting pretty tired.
Along with all the rest of
it, we had a rape tonight.
- We got your message.
Why did you pull
us in on this thing?
- The victim's father
says he knows you, Bill,
and he wants you to
handle the investigation.
- Who?
- He owns a gas station on
the corner of 5th and Main.
- Larry Quinn?
- Lawrence V. Quinn.
2124 Kling Street.
- His daughter's
away at college.
- Mmm-hmm.
That's where it happened.
Somebody found her
half-naked in the rain,
crawling out the door
of the sorority house.
- Does she know who did it?
- Pepper, she's destroyed.
Right now, she doesn't
even know her own name.
- [PA] Dr. Jack?
Outside hold.
- Hi, Bill.
Yeah, that's my child, Bill.
That's my little girl.
- [Bill] Larry, I'm so sorry.
- [Larry] You don't
know what happened.
- [Bill] Yes, I do, we know now.
- [Larry] No.
No, you don't know
what happened.
Look at her face.
Bet he hit her,
and he kept on beating her!
That's my daughter, Bill!
Nobody can hurt her!
- Hmph.
- Oh, good morning.
- Oh, good morning, boss.
- Anything else
you need in there?
Paper clips, memo
pads, rubber bands?
- [Royster] No, just a few pens.
- [Bill] Just put the
pens back in the drawer.
- Not even one?
Huh!
- What's that
going on out there?
- Oh, that's what happens to
be known as a college student.
Joe's about ready to
bounce him off the walls.
- Why?
- Ah, he keeps running
around complaining about a 261,
which we don't even
have on the books.
- Oh?
- Oh.
- [Joe] Vern, I told you,
we don't have
anything on the books.
Hey, Vern, give it up.
Now here's somebody I know
can help you, Sergeant Crowley.
- That's all right, just
stay where you are, Joe.
What's the problem?
- Problem?
Well, the problem seems
to be a whole lot of apathy.
I mean, the total indifference
of everyone I've
talked to around here.
Including him.
- You're a college
student, is that right?
At Pacific Western University?
- That's correct.
- And you know a girl who
was assaulted there last night?
- Lady, she wasn't assaulted.
She was raped!
It wasn't last night, it
was three weeks ago!
- You're not talking about...
You're not talking about
someone named Quinn?
- Damn.
You people can't
get anything right.
- Then who are we talking about?
- Anne Lombardo.
L as in loud, O-M-B-A-R-D-O.
Well, look, I've
called three times,
and there's nothing
on the books.
- [Man] Hey, sweet
thing, what's the big hurry?
How come you walkin' so fast?
Hey, come on, slow down.
Me and my compadres here
would like to discuss the
higher education with you!
Most of 'em never got past
kindergarten, but that's okay!
Hey, come on, come on,
give us 15, 20 minutes!
We might be able to change
your whole outlook on life!
Come on, come on,
slow up for us, baby, hey.
- Hey, you guys!
Knock it off!
- Hey, you wanna make us?
On second thought, I'm
gonna come down there!
Hey, what's with you?
- Too loud, man.
- Me, too loud?
- Gives people the
wrong impression.
I mean, pretty soon,
they're gonna think
we all belong in cages.
- I'm an animal, huh?
Hey, I'm trying for a laugh.
All of a sudden, I'm an animal?
Okay, okay.
(tense music)
Hey.
- Anne Lombardo?
- Yes?
- I'm Pepper Anderson.
This is my partner,
Sergeant Crowley.
- Bill.
- Pepper and Bill.
Well, that's a switch.
You know, it's usually
the other way around.
Get stopped on the freeway,
your first name
seems to be a toy.
"Well, Anne, I
suppose you realize
"the speed limit's still 55.
"Say, Anne, would you mind
showing me your registration?"
You know, I've even had,
"Hey, Anne, how
about a cup of coffee?"
- Well, maybe there were
just trying to be friendly.
- There's nothing
friendly about it at all.
- Okay, fine, we'll call you
Miss Lombardo, how's that?
- Look, I'm sorry.
Anne's fine.
And you can ask me
anything you want,
as long as it doesn't
have anything to do
with criminal assault on
the body of a female person.
- Don't you want
to see him caught?
- What's the different?
He'll never be convicted.
- Suppose I tell you it happened
to another girl last night.
So brutally beaten,
she's still in the hospital.
How would you feel about that?
- I feel like crying.
And...
I probably would too,
if I weren't so worried
about cooking up this goo.
Look, guys, it's a joke.
Even if I could identify him,
you know what'd happened?
He'd sit there in the courtroom
while they put me on trial.
- It isn't like that anymore.
- Sure.
Okay.
Well, how about the jury?
Let's talk about them.
You know, the
squares, the old prudes.
What do you figure I'd
get from people like that?
How about when they find
out that I actually like sex?
They'd end up thinking
that I was more of a degenerate
than that man
who hit me...
And choked me...
And beat my face
until I spit out blood.
And I begged him to
do whatever he wanted.
- Anne.
Part of what you say is true,
but things are
changing, they really are.
Juries are becoming more
enlightened, more sensitized.
It won't be as bad
as you think, I swear.
- Anne, it's already
happened twice.
Twice, in one month.
That's gonna on and on
and get worse and worse,
unless we find
somebody to help us.
(somber music)
- Let me tell you something.
I won't help, and
I won't testify.
If I ever saw that man again,
and I had a gun...
I'd kill him.
I'd kill him right in
front of your eyes.
- Hey, how about
one for the road?
Suit yourself, hombre.
Not bad.
Shoo, a regular passing parade.
(tense music)
- [Joe] Little Miss Muffett.
All alone in a deep dark forest.
- The one in the forest
was Little Red Riding Hood.
- What's the difference?
They both ended up in trouble.
(mysterious music)
(can clanging)
- Don't move!
Hands up, don't move!
(hard smack)
- [Royster] Hey,
Joe, let's go, let's go!
(exciting music)
(loud crash)
(sirens wailing)
- Okay, that's it!
- Gimme your cuffs!
- All right!
- We got him!
We got him.
- [Royster] Look at him talking
about muggings all night long.
He's been known to
read the sports section
once in a while, too, you know.
But the fact is, we identified
ourselves as police officers.
One of our guys
even had on a uniform.
Now you ignored all that
and tried to split, man.
- Ignored all that?
Hey, look, now first,
some guy jumps out
of the bushes with a flashlight.
Now what are you gonna do?
I mean, that's first!
Then you two guys jump me.
Then all three of you pile on me
like I'm a loose ball
at the Super Bowl.
Anybody with at
least half a brain
is gonna offer some
kind of token resistance.
- Token resistance?
I hate to be around
somebody who took a six-pack.
- For the 10th time,
guys, I work there.
I belong there!
I'm a welder over at the
Student Union building.
- Look, buddy, most
people quit after dark.
- Yeah, well, most people quit
when they show up
at eight in the morning!
I don't.
- Just answer the question.
- Okay, it's like I told you.
I went out and I
bought a six-pack.
It was a peace
offering to share with
some guy who hates my guts.
- What are you doing?
- Cutting him loose.
- You can't do that!
- Look, John, isn't it?
- John Binns.
- Let me tell you
something, John.
The next time something
like this happens,
just try to remember
that without evidence...
I mean, hard evidence...
There's nothing that
we, you and I, can do.
I mean, we got nothing,
you understand that?
- Well...
- At this time of night, I
can't guarantee anything.
Usually, it tastes like mud.
- I know those
construction workers,
and they're always
making filthy remarks.
Yelling things at the girls.
- A lot of men do that.
Even men with collars and ties.
- You're gonna be
sorry you let him go.
- Crowley was right, John.
We had no real
reason to hold him.
See, what happens is,
people confuse rape
with sexual desire,
but nine times out of 10,
the offender is a person
who feels worthless,
caused by the lack of
opportunity and acceptance.
He's crushed.
So he, in a moment of rage,
strikes out at the
weakest victim he can find.
A female.
Now, you take this Deitre.
He has a good job.
Seems fairly well-adjusted.
If you add those things up,
he just doesn't fit the profile.
- It's funny.
- What's funny?
- I'm sitting here, and...
I'm the guy and you're
the girl, and you're the cop.
See, to be honest with you,
that's what I wanted to be
more than anything
in the world, a cop.
- What stopped you?
- I flunked my physical.
Here, look.
Souvenir from riding dirt bikes.
I flipped my bike
on the side of a hill.
Found out I couldn't fly.
- At least you're able to work,
and you're doing
what policemen do.
- I don't know, maybe I
couldn't have made it, anyway.
Like tonight.
I really thought I had
something special, you know?
All I did was ended up
looking like a stupid fool.
Thanks for the coffee.
- Probably the most
important advice
I can give you is to be aware.
No matter where
you are: in the street,
in a store, at home, right here,
and be especially
careful at night, of course.
But even if you're
just crossing campus,
go with at least
one other person.
And, please, please,
never hitchhike.
If you could see some
of the bloody corpses
I've seen dumped by
the side of the road...
Well, you'd know there's
no such thing as a free ride.
And there's
another kind of bait.
I'm looking at it right now,
She may feel safe out there,
or she may consider herself
liberated enough not to care.
But I wonder how she'd feel if,
some night, she woke up,
and there were fingers
around her throat,
and someone was whispering,
"I've been watching you,
"and I like what I saw."
- Hey, Larry?
Larry?
- Hey, what do you say, Bill?
How are you?
- How are you?
- It's good to see you.
- It's good to see you.
- Hi.
- Sergeant Anderson,
how are you?
- Hard at it, huh?
- Yeah.
Well, from the looks
of you two guys,
I would say, you're
bringing me some bad news.
- Oh, no, no, we just...
Well, Sergeant
Anderson thought that
she'd like to try
to talk to Celia.
You think that's possible?
- I guess it's okay.
She's in the office
keeping the books.
Yeah, I'm sure.
Catch this guy, will you?
- That doesn't look
like homework to me.
- Oh, it's worse.
Doing these books.
I should've been
an accounting major.
- You look like a new person.
Have you been
back to school yet?
- No.
Matter of fact, I'm
taking a vacation.
At least for this semester.
- Sorry to hear that.
- Well, I suppose you're here
to listen to all
the gory details?
- Yes.
- Well, let's see...
(tense music)
I guess the first thing that
scared me was the open window.
All the lights were out, I
guess, because of the storm.
And...
The wind blew my candle out.
It was so dark.
I couldn't see a
thing in front of me.
I mean, that's what
they mean about fate.
I kept thinking,
"You should go downstairs.
"You should call Dad and leave."
But I didn't.
I went upstairs to my
room and I took off my coat,
and I heard this sound, a moan.
Like someone was in pain.
- When you heard
the sound, the moan,
that the first time you saw him?
- No.
I saw my underwear on the bed
laid out like the
body of a person.
- Didn't you try to run?
- Yes!
No!
He knocked me down!
He kept on hitting me and
hitting me and hitting me!
And I don't remember
anything after that, nothing!
Until I woke up in the hospital.
- Celia?
I have a suggestion.
The department has officers
who are trained in hypnosis.
It's probably the only way
we're gonna find out
what really happened.
You see, the more we
know, the better the chance
we have of catching
him, you know that?
Otherwise, he'll keep doing it.
More violent each time.
Maybe even end
up killing somebody.
(typewriter clacking)
- I can't!
I'm sorry!
I think if I found out what
he really did to me, I'd die!
(mournful sobbing)
(loud slam)
(excited chattering)
(trash clanging)
(excited chattering)
(loud splash)
- Hey, you!
What are you doing back there?
(exciting music)
This is Security
Officer RJ Powell.
I need some help right away!
(tires screeching)
(dog barking)
(dog barking)
- Well, which one
of us you want?
Him, or us?
(dog barking)
- Time's up.
(dog barking)
- I'm sorry!
I didn't mean to do this!
I'm sitting here acting
like a darn fool baby!
- [Bill] Calvin,
sooner or later,
we're gonna have
to get down to it.
I think it'd be a lot better if
you told us about yourself.
- So where we go?
I mean, it happened
when I was a kid.
- [Bill] Where was that?
- [Calvin] Muncie.
Muncie, Indiana.
- [Bill] You were
arrested as a sex offender.
- [Calvin] If that's
what you want to call it.
- Oh, that's what
I have to call it.
- I had this thing.
A compulsion, that's
what they said it was.
I couldn't help myself going
out at night, watching people.
Girls...
In their rooms.
It was like having the
power of being invisible.
- How much time did you serve?
- 18 months.
And I thought I was cured.
- Why'd you come out here?
- Because of him.
My son, Robbie.
He...
He got very sick.
I came here.
He needed a transplant
of bone marrow.
- Is he gonna be all right?
- We haven't been
able to find a donor yet.
It's been heavy.
No job.
People slamming
doors in your face.
Pushing you around like dirt.
It wasn't until a week ago that
somebody finally took me on.
Now when they find
out what's happened...
(sorrowful sobbing)
- Okay, Calvin.
These two officers, they'll
drive you back to your truck.
- You're letting me go?
- Mmm-hmm.
Just try to stay out
of backyards, okay?
Your wife would probably
get pretty upset with you
if you lost this job.
- I swear to you,
I'll tear my eyes out
before I ever do
anything like that again.
I swear to you on
a stack of Bibles.
- Come on, let's go before
they give you a parking ticket.
- I think we got trouble.
- Sergeant Crowley?
I've got something to show you.
This is my own personal file.
Been keeping it on Jerry Deitre,
the guy I helped
capture the other night?
- Right.
- I have a very strong
instinct about him.
But I've taking your advice,
looking for hard evidence,
so I've been keeping
him under surveillance
and writing things down.
- Really?
- Yeah, take a look at this.
I've made an entry
there every time
he's stopped work
to watch a girl.
He talks to them sometimes.
He comes down into the street
with a beer can in his hand.
- Binns, listen.
Why don't we just stop being
so anxious about
this whole thing?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Well, I guess what it means
is you don't like this guy,
so you suspect him.
You take this into court,
a smart attorney'd laugh
you right outta there.
Even if Deitre were guilty,
they'd throw you out
in two minutes flat.
He'd be right out
on the street again.
- Fine, is that the
way you want it?
Fine!
- Did it ever occur to you
that the reason he's so
uptight may be because
more than anything
else in the world,
he wanted to become a cop?
- Yeah, that's right, he
wanted to become a cop.
I had a little
instinct of my own,
so I did some checking with
an old friend down in Personnel.
Would it surprise
you to learn that
Officer John Binns never even
got near his physical exam?
That the psychiatrist who
examined him found him unstable?
Would any of that
surprise you, Pepper?
I gotta tell ya, it
didn't surprise me.
(torch flaring)
- A little early, isn't it?
- Going home.
Maybe not for getting a beer.
(telephone ringing)
- Crowley.
- This is Celia Quinn.
Is Sergeant Anderson there?
- Celia, she just left.
She's giving a lecture
over on campus,
then I think she's
going straight home.
Could I do anything for you?
- Well, it's just that...
I've been talking it over
with Dad about what she said,
about the hypnosis, and...
Well, maybe you
could tell her for me that
I decided to give it a try.
- Where are you now, Celia?
- Here at the gas station.
- Don't move,
I'll be right over.
(student chatter)
(horn honking)
- Sergeant Anderson?
- [Pepper] Yes?
- I've followed you on.
I suppose you know that
one of your other units
is stationed down there
by the new building?
- Oh, I guess we have
cars all over campus.
- Well, I'm talking about down
there, where Deitre works.
See, Crowley says
that I'm an idiot,
and then he
stakes the place out.
- Look, if you can wait
around about half an hour,
I'll go over with you.
Okay?
- All right.
- Quinn, this is a very
good friend of mine,
Lieutenant Dale Pruitt.
- Hello, Celia.
- Hello.
- Oh, for gosh sakes,
let's not be so formal.
Come on, sit down over here.
Let's get comfortable.
Celia?
I don't know what Bill here
has told you about what I do,
but I'm not a doctor,
I'm not a psychologist.
I'm a regular
full-time policeman,
but I have been
thoroughly trained
in the science of hypnosis.
I just want you to
relax and feel secure.
There's nothing
mysterious going to happen.
I promise you won't
say or do anything
that's contrary to your
sense of right or wrong.
All you have to do is just relax
and give me your full attention.
Now, that's not
such a bad deal, is it?
- No.
- [Pepper] Another important
thing I'd like to mention
is the need for
immediate action.
If you do see something
suspicious, report it.
So many people are
afraid of being laughed at
or criticized, but believe me,
the police would
much rather respond to
three or four false alarms
than not to be there when
they're actually needed.
And, I don't know, maybe
the most important thing of all
(doorbell ringing)
that I can tell you is
to be alert, look around
you, see who's near you.
Just be aware that it
could be happening to you.
And lock your doors,
lock your windows.
Get used to checking the doors.
It's so...
- Excuse me, Sergeant Anderson?
- Yes?
- Detective Binns
says there's a prowler.
- Why didn't he come in himself?
- I don't know, I'm just
telling you what he said.
- Oh dear god, give up!
He's pushing!
I can't breathe!
I'm ripping something.
I ripped his shirt.
Why did I do
something like that?
Why did I rip his shirt?
- You're trying to get away.
Your hand caught on his shirt.
You just ripped his shirt.
- How did he hurt himself?
- Is he hurt?
- Yes.
- Is it something
you did to hurt him?
- No!
No.
There's a scar there.
(sinister music)
- What does it look like?
Celia, I want you
to see this scar.
Tell me exactly
what it looks like.
- [Celia] He's hitting me!
I ripped his shirt!
I'm sorry!
Oh, please stop!
Please stop!
- Is the scar on
his shoulder, Celia?
Is that where it is?
- Yes!
Oh, please stop!
Oh, I can't stand it!
Oh, please stop!
- All right, Celia.
It's all over, relax.
(telephone ringing)
- Theta House.
- Yeah, this is Sergeant Crowley
with the police department.
Is Sergeant
Anderson still there?
- Oh no, she left
about five minutes ago.
We already called
you guys about it.
- About what?
- Oh, one of these
security policemen came in
and said we had a prowler.
- What'd he look like, the cop?
- They either look
like they're 70 or 14.
He looked like he
belonged in junior high.
(dramatic music)
(somber music)
- [Bill] 12-Y-52,
this is 12-Y-50, over.
52 from 50, come in, 52.
- 12-Y-52.
We're just here at the sorority.
We just got here.
- [Dispatcher] 12-Y-90 to
12-Y-50 and all units on task one.
- What about Pepper?
- Nothing yet.
All we see is a bunch of cops.
- Okay, don't wait.
Get organized and get moving.
I've called for Air One.
They should be there any minute.
(tense music)
- Psst, I just seen him.
He snuck around in the back.
Come on, come on!
Unlocked, see?
He must be in there.
- John, what did he look like?
- Look, do you
want to stand here
and argue about his
description while he gets away?
That door's supposed
to be closed at all times.
Now don't you think
it's kind of funny
that it just happens
to be open right now?
Hmm?
- Okay, let's take a quick look.
(door squeaking)
- Where'd everybody go?
- They went that way there.
- Thanks.
12-Y-50 to Air One,
come in on TAC One.
- 12-Y-50, this is Air One.
Go ahead.
- 50.
Air One, check the campus area.
We have a missing policewoman.
Blonde, Caucasian.
Wearing green pants
and a blue blouse.
She was last seen
with a male Caucasian
we believe to be
a security officer
and possibly involved
in the rape of two women.
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
(mysterious music)
- What's up there?
- Storage room for
athletic equipment.
Good place to hide.
(helicopter whirring)
- That's weird.
Lights are out.
- A little too weird, John.
Like the rooms above Girls.
The lights were out there, too.
- Just hear that?
Shh!
Did you hear
something just then?
Like someone moving?
- No.
- Where are you going?
- Back, to get some help...
- I need your gun!
- Oh, look out!
(dangerous music)
- Oh!
- Oh!
Ugh!
- Don't scream or I'll kill you!
Just us.
Roll on.
(tense music)
- Anything from Air One?
- Not yet, you got anything?
- Look, this place is so big,
you can search for a month.
- Let's not stand
here and talk about it.
- Please.
Just stay there.
Just stay right there
and don't move.
You're scared of me, aren't you?
I can tell.
By your face.
By the way you're breathing.
- True, I'm scared.
But if you put the gun
down, I won't be scared.
And we can talk all you want.
- Don't do that.
- [Pepper] Don't do what?
- [Man] Treat
me like I'm stupid.
- [Pepper] You're not stupid.
But you've been drinking,
and you shouldn't have a
gun if you've been drinking.
That's all I'm trying to say.
- You think if I put it down,
you'll be able to
get away, don't you?
- If you put the gun down,
I won't try to get away.
And I'll stay here and
talk as long as you want to.
(hard smack)
- I've killed people before.
I know how to do it.
Just remember that
for your own good.
(menacing music)
(tense music)
- Could you get it open?
- Nah, it's locked.
It's very unlikely
anybody got in here.
(helicopter whirring)
- 12-Y-50 to Air One.
Come in, Air One.
- Go ahead, 12-Y-50.
- You guys doing
any good up there?
- Not so far.
There's an awful lot of
movement down there,
but we have not found your girl.
- [Bill] What's your elevation?
- We're at 1500.
- Well, get it down to 800!
- Look...
We know who you are,
so why don't you
stop acting ridiculous?
There's about 100 cops out
there looking for you right now.
- You'd say anything,
wouldn't you?
- I'm not bluffing.
(helicopter whirring)
Listen.
They've even got a
helicopter circling over the roof.
(helicopter whirring)
- All right.
You say there's cops out there.
And you say you know me.
If it's true, what's my name?
What's my name, you slut?!
I said, what's my name?!
- You're Deitre.
Jerry Deitre.
(tense music)
(soft groan)
- No more helicopter.
You were wrong, weren't you?
About everything.
- Not about the police.
I had someone call.
- Who?
Man in the moon?
- Calvin, what I'm
trying to tell you is...
- Hey!
If you want to believe that
there are cops out
there, go right ahead.
Let me them walk
their fool tails off,
because they'll never find us.
Not in a million years.
(tense music)
(skin searing)
- Aaahhhhhh!
(exciting music)
- [Pilot] Air One
to 12-Y-50, over.
- Yeah, 50, go!
- I think we've got something.
(sinister music)
- I want you to take
off your clothes.
I want you to
take off everything,
except for your bracelet,
career rings,
and your shoes.
If you don't, I'll hurt you.
I'll hurt you very bad.
- Please think, Calvin.
Think of all you have to lose.
- My job?
Hauling other people's garbage?
- I mean your wife and your son.
Your son in the hospital.
- Robbie?
- He's the biggest
responsibility
you'll ever have in your life.
- Robbie?
- He needs his father more
than anything in the world!
- Oh no.
Not really.
Not anymore.
You see, Robbie's
in the ground now.
Stopped needing me two weeks
after I brought him
out here to get his cure.
- Your boy died?
(tense music)
- Where is she, Binns?
- She's inside.
- Inside what, inside wh...
- He's got her.
- Who's got her?
- Where?
- His ski-masked,
and it's inside
the boiler room.
- Where?
- [Binns] In the boiler
room and up to the left.
- Stand up.
(sinister music)
I said stand up!
All right, little girl.
Lovely, shy, little girl.
(tense music)
Lovely...
Lovely...
- Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
- What'd you...
- Oh, I don't believe it.
- And I let him go.
- [PA] Dr. Curtis.
Dr. Curtis, please
call 104 West.
Dr. Curtis.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Well, maybe we're
here the wrong time.
You want us to come
back later when...
- You know what I heard?
I heard you thought
I was the guy.
- No, she didn't.
I did.
John, when we found out the
guy had a scar on his shoulder,
like you got from
riding motorcycles,
I jumped to the
wrong conclusion.
I made a mistake.
I'm sorry.
- And I want you to know much
I appreciate what
you did for me.
The courage that it took.
I'll never forget it
as long as I live.
- Well, I just figured
it was part of my job.
- Yeah, well, speaking
of that, your job...
We had a little talk
with Dean Holder.
- And your boss.
- And that hand better
hurry up and heal,
'cause you're gonna need it
to sew on your new chevrons.
Sergeant.
- Oh, you're kidding?
- For a change, he's not.
(dramatic music)
(Columbia jingle)
- It won't be as bad
as you think, I swear.
- I won't help
and I won't testify.
- See, what happens is,
people confuse rape
with sexual desire.
- You guys doing
any good up there?
- Not so far, but we
have not spotted your girl.
- Oh, Daddy, help me!
Help me, please!
(dog barking)
- Which one of us
you want, him or us?
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- Hi.
- Hi.
- What happened to the lights?
- I guess they got
zonked by the storm.
If the phone rings, grab it
because no one else is around.
Everybody went to the concert.
- [Celia] Everybody?
- [Woman] Everybody.
- Well, you know I might
not answer the phone
because I might decide to go out
and call Dad and go home.
- You gotta do
something big Friday night.
(heavy breathing)
(feeble moan)
- Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh, ah!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
- [PA] Dr. Curtis.
- Hey, I know, I know,
but I can't be in two
places at one time.
Oh, well, I haven't quite
learned how to do that yet.
I understand, Lieutenant.
Look, I'll call you right back.
Freak.
- You're getting pretty
salty in your old age, eh?
- I've been
getting pretty tired.
Along with all the rest of
it, we had a rape tonight.
- We got your message.
Why did you pull
us in on this thing?
- The victim's father
says he knows you, Bill,
and he wants you to
handle the investigation.
- Who?
- He owns a gas station on
the corner of 5th and Main.
- Larry Quinn?
- Lawrence V. Quinn.
2124 Kling Street.
- His daughter's
away at college.
- Mmm-hmm.
That's where it happened.
Somebody found her
half-naked in the rain,
crawling out the door
of the sorority house.
- Does she know who did it?
- Pepper, she's destroyed.
Right now, she doesn't
even know her own name.
- [PA] Dr. Jack?
Outside hold.
- Hi, Bill.
Yeah, that's my child, Bill.
That's my little girl.
- [Bill] Larry, I'm so sorry.
- [Larry] You don't
know what happened.
- [Bill] Yes, I do, we know now.
- [Larry] No.
No, you don't know
what happened.
Look at her face.
Bet he hit her,
and he kept on beating her!
That's my daughter, Bill!
Nobody can hurt her!
- Hmph.
- Oh, good morning.
- Oh, good morning, boss.
- Anything else
you need in there?
Paper clips, memo
pads, rubber bands?
- [Royster] No, just a few pens.
- [Bill] Just put the
pens back in the drawer.
- Not even one?
Huh!
- What's that
going on out there?
- Oh, that's what happens to
be known as a college student.
Joe's about ready to
bounce him off the walls.
- Why?
- Ah, he keeps running
around complaining about a 261,
which we don't even
have on the books.
- Oh?
- Oh.
- [Joe] Vern, I told you,
we don't have
anything on the books.
Hey, Vern, give it up.
Now here's somebody I know
can help you, Sergeant Crowley.
- That's all right, just
stay where you are, Joe.
What's the problem?
- Problem?
Well, the problem seems
to be a whole lot of apathy.
I mean, the total indifference
of everyone I've
talked to around here.
Including him.
- You're a college
student, is that right?
At Pacific Western University?
- That's correct.
- And you know a girl who
was assaulted there last night?
- Lady, she wasn't assaulted.
She was raped!
It wasn't last night, it
was three weeks ago!
- You're not talking about...
You're not talking about
someone named Quinn?
- Damn.
You people can't
get anything right.
- Then who are we talking about?
- Anne Lombardo.
L as in loud, O-M-B-A-R-D-O.
Well, look, I've
called three times,
and there's nothing
on the books.
- [Man] Hey, sweet
thing, what's the big hurry?
How come you walkin' so fast?
Hey, come on, slow down.
Me and my compadres here
would like to discuss the
higher education with you!
Most of 'em never got past
kindergarten, but that's okay!
Hey, come on, come on,
give us 15, 20 minutes!
We might be able to change
your whole outlook on life!
Come on, come on,
slow up for us, baby, hey.
- Hey, you guys!
Knock it off!
- Hey, you wanna make us?
On second thought, I'm
gonna come down there!
Hey, what's with you?
- Too loud, man.
- Me, too loud?
- Gives people the
wrong impression.
I mean, pretty soon,
they're gonna think
we all belong in cages.
- I'm an animal, huh?
Hey, I'm trying for a laugh.
All of a sudden, I'm an animal?
Okay, okay.
(tense music)
Hey.
- Anne Lombardo?
- Yes?
- I'm Pepper Anderson.
This is my partner,
Sergeant Crowley.
- Bill.
- Pepper and Bill.
Well, that's a switch.
You know, it's usually
the other way around.
Get stopped on the freeway,
your first name
seems to be a toy.
"Well, Anne, I
suppose you realize
"the speed limit's still 55.
"Say, Anne, would you mind
showing me your registration?"
You know, I've even had,
"Hey, Anne, how
about a cup of coffee?"
- Well, maybe there were
just trying to be friendly.
- There's nothing
friendly about it at all.
- Okay, fine, we'll call you
Miss Lombardo, how's that?
- Look, I'm sorry.
Anne's fine.
And you can ask me
anything you want,
as long as it doesn't
have anything to do
with criminal assault on
the body of a female person.
- Don't you want
to see him caught?
- What's the different?
He'll never be convicted.
- Suppose I tell you it happened
to another girl last night.
So brutally beaten,
she's still in the hospital.
How would you feel about that?
- I feel like crying.
And...
I probably would too,
if I weren't so worried
about cooking up this goo.
Look, guys, it's a joke.
Even if I could identify him,
you know what'd happened?
He'd sit there in the courtroom
while they put me on trial.
- It isn't like that anymore.
- Sure.
Okay.
Well, how about the jury?
Let's talk about them.
You know, the
squares, the old prudes.
What do you figure I'd
get from people like that?
How about when they find
out that I actually like sex?
They'd end up thinking
that I was more of a degenerate
than that man
who hit me...
And choked me...
And beat my face
until I spit out blood.
And I begged him to
do whatever he wanted.
- Anne.
Part of what you say is true,
but things are
changing, they really are.
Juries are becoming more
enlightened, more sensitized.
It won't be as bad
as you think, I swear.
- Anne, it's already
happened twice.
Twice, in one month.
That's gonna on and on
and get worse and worse,
unless we find
somebody to help us.
(somber music)
- Let me tell you something.
I won't help, and
I won't testify.
If I ever saw that man again,
and I had a gun...
I'd kill him.
I'd kill him right in
front of your eyes.
- Hey, how about
one for the road?
Suit yourself, hombre.
Not bad.
Shoo, a regular passing parade.
(tense music)
- [Joe] Little Miss Muffett.
All alone in a deep dark forest.
- The one in the forest
was Little Red Riding Hood.
- What's the difference?
They both ended up in trouble.
(mysterious music)
(can clanging)
- Don't move!
Hands up, don't move!
(hard smack)
- [Royster] Hey,
Joe, let's go, let's go!
(exciting music)
(loud crash)
(sirens wailing)
- Okay, that's it!
- Gimme your cuffs!
- All right!
- We got him!
We got him.
- [Royster] Look at him talking
about muggings all night long.
He's been known to
read the sports section
once in a while, too, you know.
But the fact is, we identified
ourselves as police officers.
One of our guys
even had on a uniform.
Now you ignored all that
and tried to split, man.
- Ignored all that?
Hey, look, now first,
some guy jumps out
of the bushes with a flashlight.
Now what are you gonna do?
I mean, that's first!
Then you two guys jump me.
Then all three of you pile on me
like I'm a loose ball
at the Super Bowl.
Anybody with at
least half a brain
is gonna offer some
kind of token resistance.
- Token resistance?
I hate to be around
somebody who took a six-pack.
- For the 10th time,
guys, I work there.
I belong there!
I'm a welder over at the
Student Union building.
- Look, buddy, most
people quit after dark.
- Yeah, well, most people quit
when they show up
at eight in the morning!
I don't.
- Just answer the question.
- Okay, it's like I told you.
I went out and I
bought a six-pack.
It was a peace
offering to share with
some guy who hates my guts.
- What are you doing?
- Cutting him loose.
- You can't do that!
- Look, John, isn't it?
- John Binns.
- Let me tell you
something, John.
The next time something
like this happens,
just try to remember
that without evidence...
I mean, hard evidence...
There's nothing that
we, you and I, can do.
I mean, we got nothing,
you understand that?
- Well...
- At this time of night, I
can't guarantee anything.
Usually, it tastes like mud.
- I know those
construction workers,
and they're always
making filthy remarks.
Yelling things at the girls.
- A lot of men do that.
Even men with collars and ties.
- You're gonna be
sorry you let him go.
- Crowley was right, John.
We had no real
reason to hold him.
See, what happens is,
people confuse rape
with sexual desire,
but nine times out of 10,
the offender is a person
who feels worthless,
caused by the lack of
opportunity and acceptance.
He's crushed.
So he, in a moment of rage,
strikes out at the
weakest victim he can find.
A female.
Now, you take this Deitre.
He has a good job.
Seems fairly well-adjusted.
If you add those things up,
he just doesn't fit the profile.
- It's funny.
- What's funny?
- I'm sitting here, and...
I'm the guy and you're
the girl, and you're the cop.
See, to be honest with you,
that's what I wanted to be
more than anything
in the world, a cop.
- What stopped you?
- I flunked my physical.
Here, look.
Souvenir from riding dirt bikes.
I flipped my bike
on the side of a hill.
Found out I couldn't fly.
- At least you're able to work,
and you're doing
what policemen do.
- I don't know, maybe I
couldn't have made it, anyway.
Like tonight.
I really thought I had
something special, you know?
All I did was ended up
looking like a stupid fool.
Thanks for the coffee.
- Probably the most
important advice
I can give you is to be aware.
No matter where
you are: in the street,
in a store, at home, right here,
and be especially
careful at night, of course.
But even if you're
just crossing campus,
go with at least
one other person.
And, please, please,
never hitchhike.
If you could see some
of the bloody corpses
I've seen dumped by
the side of the road...
Well, you'd know there's
no such thing as a free ride.
And there's
another kind of bait.
I'm looking at it right now,
She may feel safe out there,
or she may consider herself
liberated enough not to care.
But I wonder how she'd feel if,
some night, she woke up,
and there were fingers
around her throat,
and someone was whispering,
"I've been watching you,
"and I like what I saw."
- Hey, Larry?
Larry?
- Hey, what do you say, Bill?
How are you?
- How are you?
- It's good to see you.
- It's good to see you.
- Hi.
- Sergeant Anderson,
how are you?
- Hard at it, huh?
- Yeah.
Well, from the looks
of you two guys,
I would say, you're
bringing me some bad news.
- Oh, no, no, we just...
Well, Sergeant
Anderson thought that
she'd like to try
to talk to Celia.
You think that's possible?
- I guess it's okay.
She's in the office
keeping the books.
Yeah, I'm sure.
Catch this guy, will you?
- That doesn't look
like homework to me.
- Oh, it's worse.
Doing these books.
I should've been
an accounting major.
- You look like a new person.
Have you been
back to school yet?
- No.
Matter of fact, I'm
taking a vacation.
At least for this semester.
- Sorry to hear that.
- Well, I suppose you're here
to listen to all
the gory details?
- Yes.
- Well, let's see...
(tense music)
I guess the first thing that
scared me was the open window.
All the lights were out, I
guess, because of the storm.
And...
The wind blew my candle out.
It was so dark.
I couldn't see a
thing in front of me.
I mean, that's what
they mean about fate.
I kept thinking,
"You should go downstairs.
"You should call Dad and leave."
But I didn't.
I went upstairs to my
room and I took off my coat,
and I heard this sound, a moan.
Like someone was in pain.
- When you heard
the sound, the moan,
that the first time you saw him?
- No.
I saw my underwear on the bed
laid out like the
body of a person.
- Didn't you try to run?
- Yes!
No!
He knocked me down!
He kept on hitting me and
hitting me and hitting me!
And I don't remember
anything after that, nothing!
Until I woke up in the hospital.
- Celia?
I have a suggestion.
The department has officers
who are trained in hypnosis.
It's probably the only way
we're gonna find out
what really happened.
You see, the more we
know, the better the chance
we have of catching
him, you know that?
Otherwise, he'll keep doing it.
More violent each time.
Maybe even end
up killing somebody.
(typewriter clacking)
- I can't!
I'm sorry!
I think if I found out what
he really did to me, I'd die!
(mournful sobbing)
(loud slam)
(excited chattering)
(trash clanging)
(excited chattering)
(loud splash)
- Hey, you!
What are you doing back there?
(exciting music)
This is Security
Officer RJ Powell.
I need some help right away!
(tires screeching)
(dog barking)
(dog barking)
- Well, which one
of us you want?
Him, or us?
(dog barking)
- Time's up.
(dog barking)
- I'm sorry!
I didn't mean to do this!
I'm sitting here acting
like a darn fool baby!
- [Bill] Calvin,
sooner or later,
we're gonna have
to get down to it.
I think it'd be a lot better if
you told us about yourself.
- So where we go?
I mean, it happened
when I was a kid.
- [Bill] Where was that?
- [Calvin] Muncie.
Muncie, Indiana.
- [Bill] You were
arrested as a sex offender.
- [Calvin] If that's
what you want to call it.
- Oh, that's what
I have to call it.
- I had this thing.
A compulsion, that's
what they said it was.
I couldn't help myself going
out at night, watching people.
Girls...
In their rooms.
It was like having the
power of being invisible.
- How much time did you serve?
- 18 months.
And I thought I was cured.
- Why'd you come out here?
- Because of him.
My son, Robbie.
He...
He got very sick.
I came here.
He needed a transplant
of bone marrow.
- Is he gonna be all right?
- We haven't been
able to find a donor yet.
It's been heavy.
No job.
People slamming
doors in your face.
Pushing you around like dirt.
It wasn't until a week ago that
somebody finally took me on.
Now when they find
out what's happened...
(sorrowful sobbing)
- Okay, Calvin.
These two officers, they'll
drive you back to your truck.
- You're letting me go?
- Mmm-hmm.
Just try to stay out
of backyards, okay?
Your wife would probably
get pretty upset with you
if you lost this job.
- I swear to you,
I'll tear my eyes out
before I ever do
anything like that again.
I swear to you on
a stack of Bibles.
- Come on, let's go before
they give you a parking ticket.
- I think we got trouble.
- Sergeant Crowley?
I've got something to show you.
This is my own personal file.
Been keeping it on Jerry Deitre,
the guy I helped
capture the other night?
- Right.
- I have a very strong
instinct about him.
But I've taking your advice,
looking for hard evidence,
so I've been keeping
him under surveillance
and writing things down.
- Really?
- Yeah, take a look at this.
I've made an entry
there every time
he's stopped work
to watch a girl.
He talks to them sometimes.
He comes down into the street
with a beer can in his hand.
- Binns, listen.
Why don't we just stop being
so anxious about
this whole thing?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Well, I guess what it means
is you don't like this guy,
so you suspect him.
You take this into court,
a smart attorney'd laugh
you right outta there.
Even if Deitre were guilty,
they'd throw you out
in two minutes flat.
He'd be right out
on the street again.
- Fine, is that the
way you want it?
Fine!
- Did it ever occur to you
that the reason he's so
uptight may be because
more than anything
else in the world,
he wanted to become a cop?
- Yeah, that's right, he
wanted to become a cop.
I had a little
instinct of my own,
so I did some checking with
an old friend down in Personnel.
Would it surprise
you to learn that
Officer John Binns never even
got near his physical exam?
That the psychiatrist who
examined him found him unstable?
Would any of that
surprise you, Pepper?
I gotta tell ya, it
didn't surprise me.
(torch flaring)
- A little early, isn't it?
- Going home.
Maybe not for getting a beer.
(telephone ringing)
- Crowley.
- This is Celia Quinn.
Is Sergeant Anderson there?
- Celia, she just left.
She's giving a lecture
over on campus,
then I think she's
going straight home.
Could I do anything for you?
- Well, it's just that...
I've been talking it over
with Dad about what she said,
about the hypnosis, and...
Well, maybe you
could tell her for me that
I decided to give it a try.
- Where are you now, Celia?
- Here at the gas station.
- Don't move,
I'll be right over.
(student chatter)
(horn honking)
- Sergeant Anderson?
- [Pepper] Yes?
- I've followed you on.
I suppose you know that
one of your other units
is stationed down there
by the new building?
- Oh, I guess we have
cars all over campus.
- Well, I'm talking about down
there, where Deitre works.
See, Crowley says
that I'm an idiot,
and then he
stakes the place out.
- Look, if you can wait
around about half an hour,
I'll go over with you.
Okay?
- All right.
- Quinn, this is a very
good friend of mine,
Lieutenant Dale Pruitt.
- Hello, Celia.
- Hello.
- Oh, for gosh sakes,
let's not be so formal.
Come on, sit down over here.
Let's get comfortable.
Celia?
I don't know what Bill here
has told you about what I do,
but I'm not a doctor,
I'm not a psychologist.
I'm a regular
full-time policeman,
but I have been
thoroughly trained
in the science of hypnosis.
I just want you to
relax and feel secure.
There's nothing
mysterious going to happen.
I promise you won't
say or do anything
that's contrary to your
sense of right or wrong.
All you have to do is just relax
and give me your full attention.
Now, that's not
such a bad deal, is it?
- No.
- [Pepper] Another important
thing I'd like to mention
is the need for
immediate action.
If you do see something
suspicious, report it.
So many people are
afraid of being laughed at
or criticized, but believe me,
the police would
much rather respond to
three or four false alarms
than not to be there when
they're actually needed.
And, I don't know, maybe
the most important thing of all
(doorbell ringing)
that I can tell you is
to be alert, look around
you, see who's near you.
Just be aware that it
could be happening to you.
And lock your doors,
lock your windows.
Get used to checking the doors.
It's so...
- Excuse me, Sergeant Anderson?
- Yes?
- Detective Binns
says there's a prowler.
- Why didn't he come in himself?
- I don't know, I'm just
telling you what he said.
- Oh dear god, give up!
He's pushing!
I can't breathe!
I'm ripping something.
I ripped his shirt.
Why did I do
something like that?
Why did I rip his shirt?
- You're trying to get away.
Your hand caught on his shirt.
You just ripped his shirt.
- How did he hurt himself?
- Is he hurt?
- Yes.
- Is it something
you did to hurt him?
- No!
No.
There's a scar there.
(sinister music)
- What does it look like?
Celia, I want you
to see this scar.
Tell me exactly
what it looks like.
- [Celia] He's hitting me!
I ripped his shirt!
I'm sorry!
Oh, please stop!
Please stop!
- Is the scar on
his shoulder, Celia?
Is that where it is?
- Yes!
Oh, please stop!
Oh, I can't stand it!
Oh, please stop!
- All right, Celia.
It's all over, relax.
(telephone ringing)
- Theta House.
- Yeah, this is Sergeant Crowley
with the police department.
Is Sergeant
Anderson still there?
- Oh no, she left
about five minutes ago.
We already called
you guys about it.
- About what?
- Oh, one of these
security policemen came in
and said we had a prowler.
- What'd he look like, the cop?
- They either look
like they're 70 or 14.
He looked like he
belonged in junior high.
(dramatic music)
(somber music)
- [Bill] 12-Y-52,
this is 12-Y-50, over.
52 from 50, come in, 52.
- 12-Y-52.
We're just here at the sorority.
We just got here.
- [Dispatcher] 12-Y-90 to
12-Y-50 and all units on task one.
- What about Pepper?
- Nothing yet.
All we see is a bunch of cops.
- Okay, don't wait.
Get organized and get moving.
I've called for Air One.
They should be there any minute.
(tense music)
- Psst, I just seen him.
He snuck around in the back.
Come on, come on!
Unlocked, see?
He must be in there.
- John, what did he look like?
- Look, do you
want to stand here
and argue about his
description while he gets away?
That door's supposed
to be closed at all times.
Now don't you think
it's kind of funny
that it just happens
to be open right now?
Hmm?
- Okay, let's take a quick look.
(door squeaking)
- Where'd everybody go?
- They went that way there.
- Thanks.
12-Y-50 to Air One,
come in on TAC One.
- 12-Y-50, this is Air One.
Go ahead.
- 50.
Air One, check the campus area.
We have a missing policewoman.
Blonde, Caucasian.
Wearing green pants
and a blue blouse.
She was last seen
with a male Caucasian
we believe to be
a security officer
and possibly involved
in the rape of two women.
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
(mysterious music)
- What's up there?
- Storage room for
athletic equipment.
Good place to hide.
(helicopter whirring)
- That's weird.
Lights are out.
- A little too weird, John.
Like the rooms above Girls.
The lights were out there, too.
- Just hear that?
Shh!
Did you hear
something just then?
Like someone moving?
- No.
- Where are you going?
- Back, to get some help...
- I need your gun!
- Oh, look out!
(dangerous music)
- Oh!
- Oh!
Ugh!
- Don't scream or I'll kill you!
Just us.
Roll on.
(tense music)
- Anything from Air One?
- Not yet, you got anything?
- Look, this place is so big,
you can search for a month.
- Let's not stand
here and talk about it.
- Please.
Just stay there.
Just stay right there
and don't move.
You're scared of me, aren't you?
I can tell.
By your face.
By the way you're breathing.
- True, I'm scared.
But if you put the gun
down, I won't be scared.
And we can talk all you want.
- Don't do that.
- [Pepper] Don't do what?
- [Man] Treat
me like I'm stupid.
- [Pepper] You're not stupid.
But you've been drinking,
and you shouldn't have a
gun if you've been drinking.
That's all I'm trying to say.
- You think if I put it down,
you'll be able to
get away, don't you?
- If you put the gun down,
I won't try to get away.
And I'll stay here and
talk as long as you want to.
(hard smack)
- I've killed people before.
I know how to do it.
Just remember that
for your own good.
(menacing music)
(tense music)
- Could you get it open?
- Nah, it's locked.
It's very unlikely
anybody got in here.
(helicopter whirring)
- 12-Y-50 to Air One.
Come in, Air One.
- Go ahead, 12-Y-50.
- You guys doing
any good up there?
- Not so far.
There's an awful lot of
movement down there,
but we have not found your girl.
- [Bill] What's your elevation?
- We're at 1500.
- Well, get it down to 800!
- Look...
We know who you are,
so why don't you
stop acting ridiculous?
There's about 100 cops out
there looking for you right now.
- You'd say anything,
wouldn't you?
- I'm not bluffing.
(helicopter whirring)
Listen.
They've even got a
helicopter circling over the roof.
(helicopter whirring)
- All right.
You say there's cops out there.
And you say you know me.
If it's true, what's my name?
What's my name, you slut?!
I said, what's my name?!
- You're Deitre.
Jerry Deitre.
(tense music)
(soft groan)
- No more helicopter.
You were wrong, weren't you?
About everything.
- Not about the police.
I had someone call.
- Who?
Man in the moon?
- Calvin, what I'm
trying to tell you is...
- Hey!
If you want to believe that
there are cops out
there, go right ahead.
Let me them walk
their fool tails off,
because they'll never find us.
Not in a million years.
(tense music)
(skin searing)
- Aaahhhhhh!
(exciting music)
- [Pilot] Air One
to 12-Y-50, over.
- Yeah, 50, go!
- I think we've got something.
(sinister music)
- I want you to take
off your clothes.
I want you to
take off everything,
except for your bracelet,
career rings,
and your shoes.
If you don't, I'll hurt you.
I'll hurt you very bad.
- Please think, Calvin.
Think of all you have to lose.
- My job?
Hauling other people's garbage?
- I mean your wife and your son.
Your son in the hospital.
- Robbie?
- He's the biggest
responsibility
you'll ever have in your life.
- Robbie?
- He needs his father more
than anything in the world!
- Oh no.
Not really.
Not anymore.
You see, Robbie's
in the ground now.
Stopped needing me two weeks
after I brought him
out here to get his cure.
- Your boy died?
(tense music)
- Where is she, Binns?
- She's inside.
- Inside what, inside wh...
- He's got her.
- Who's got her?
- Where?
- His ski-masked,
and it's inside
the boiler room.
- Where?
- [Binns] In the boiler
room and up to the left.
- Stand up.
(sinister music)
I said stand up!
All right, little girl.
Lovely, shy, little girl.
(tense music)
Lovely...
Lovely...
- Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
- What'd you...
- Oh, I don't believe it.
- And I let him go.
- [PA] Dr. Curtis.
Dr. Curtis, please
call 104 West.
Dr. Curtis.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Well, maybe we're
here the wrong time.
You want us to come
back later when...
- You know what I heard?
I heard you thought
I was the guy.
- No, she didn't.
I did.
John, when we found out the
guy had a scar on his shoulder,
like you got from
riding motorcycles,
I jumped to the
wrong conclusion.
I made a mistake.
I'm sorry.
- And I want you to know much
I appreciate what
you did for me.
The courage that it took.
I'll never forget it
as long as I live.
- Well, I just figured
it was part of my job.
- Yeah, well, speaking
of that, your job...
We had a little talk
with Dean Holder.
- And your boss.
- And that hand better
hurry up and heal,
'cause you're gonna need it
to sew on your new chevrons.
Sergeant.
- Oh, you're kidding?
- For a change, he's not.
(dramatic music)
(Columbia jingle)