Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 5 - Screams - full transcript
A serial rapist preys on hitchhikers and records their screams.
What do you got
the door locked for?
- Hey, little cutie.
- A-S-J, 863.
- You have a swell day, partner.
It's been nice making
your acquaintance.
- Beaten, raped, and asphyxiated
by exhaust fumes
from an automobile.
- She didn't quite
make it to 21.
- Police!
You make a move
and you're a dead man.
- Just tell us about
the afternoon.
- You're trying to humbug
me on a murder rap.
- Or you can start by telling me
what the two of you do
when you're alone together.
- Hey.
You having a
little trouble, cutie?
- Just sort of zonked out on me.
But that's okay.
A friend of mine's due
along here at any minute now.
- Oh, yeah?
What's his name?
Red Rider?
- No, really.
We were down at the
beach together all day.
- Well, sure.
I can tell by the
color of your suntan.
- You all right?
- No, I need your help.
- Hop in.
- Hey, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself, Dad.
Picking up a little
bimbo like that.
Hey, what's the matter with you?
Can't you hear me in there?
What do you got
the door locked for?
- Hey, little cutie.
Look at me.
My name's Red Rider.
- KSJ-863 niner.
Mobile One to any REACT station.
- You have a swell day, partner.
It's been nice making
your acquaintance.
Come on.
- Thank god.
I mean it.
Not one person in a
hundred would've stopped.
Let alone stood
up to those guys.
- Well, maybe it's
something personal.
Just so happens I have
a daughter of my own
near to your age.
Jennifer.
- Oh, yeah?
Where does she go to school?
- Well, she's not with me.
I mean, not at the moment.
She's in Europe with her mother.
- Oh, lucky.
I was saving to go to
England this summer.
Instead, I bought
that stupid car.
- Actually, her mother
and I are separated.
Uh, legally separated.
I haven't seen Jennifer
in nearly a year.
- Oh.
It'd kill my dad.
The sun rises and sets on
me as far as he's concerned.
Hey, this is the wrong way.
The gas station's back there.
- Then why are you hitchhiking?
- What?
- If your father cares
about you that much,
you have no right
to place yourself
in a position of
such vulnerability.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Oh, I think you do.
Please, I wanna go back.
- Actually, from now on, the
more you learn to trust me
the better off you'll be.
- Look, I wasn't hitchhiking.
I don't know why you said that.
My car broke down.
- Keep talking.
Why?
Well, say anything.
Anything that
comes into your mind.
Anything at all.
Please.
Please don't hurt me.
- I won't.
I promise.
Provided you talk to me.
Provided you just
close your eyes
and tell me everything
that comes into your mind.
That's better.
Now, why don't you
just lean back, you know?
Just lean back against the seat.
Come on, you can trust me.
That's good.
Just relax.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Keep your eyes closed.
Keep 'em closed.
That's good.
That's good.
- What do you think
that accomplished?
- Nothing.
- Well then, why
make a fool of yourself?
- Why not?
Let's see her, Pete.
- Beaten, raped, and
asphyxiated by exhaust fumes
from an automobile.
- You know, that makes
victim number four.
- This one seems a little bit
different than the other ones.
Doesn't look like
she was hitchhiking.
CHP found an abandoned
Pinto down the road
with a busted fuel pump.
This was found on the
front seat in the purse.
Now, either that's
her, or her twin sister.
- Nancy J Wallace.
3951 Mariposa.
Born 12-4-56.
She didn't quite make it to 21.
That's right.
- Anything on the way
of physical evidence?
- We've got tire tracks,
bottle of cigarette butts,
and other things people
use to mess up an area.
Looks like a local
lover's lane to me.
- In other words,
we got nothing, right?
- Not yet.
- Now you know
why I blew the horn.
Why don't you just
lean back, you know?
Just lean back against the seat.
Come on, you can trust me.
That's good.
Just relax.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Keep your eyes closed.
Keep 'em closed.
That's good.
That's good.
- Excuse me.
Is that the tape you
want me to transcribe?
- Oh, no.
It's this one.
And make copies for
Lund, Burnbank, Knotten.
Oh, and one for my brother, too.
And if you're not too busy,
I'd like it to go out tonight.
Very well, Mr. Mills.
It'll be on the
telex in an hour.
- A gas chamber on four wheels?
- Come on, Won.
Now, how would you work it?
What would you do,
just hook up a hose
into the exhaust pipe or what?
- No, not a hose.
A pipe.
And I'd weld it right
here behind the muffler.
Then, I'd drill the hole
and put the other end
right up into the trunk.
- Wait a minute.
Wouldn't you need
a valve or something
to keep the fumes from
leaking into the car?
- That's no big deal.
What's your pleasure,
manual or remote control?
Personally, I think
it's a stupid theory.
Oh, yeah?
- Why would he go
to so much trouble
when all he has to do is
lock them in his garage,
leave the engine
running, and adieu?
- I'm talking about a maniac
and you're asking
me for a reason.
You ought to take a rest, Won.
You're working too hard.
Come on in, I gotta copy.
Bill, come here a minute.
Come over here.
- Bill, Come here.
Come on.
This is Mrs. Powell.
Mrs. Powell, this is Sergeant
Anderson and Sergeant Crowley.
- Mrs. Powell.
- I think we have something
here with Mrs. Powell.
She was driving down
to the beach yesterday.
- Visit her daughter.
- See, her daughter
works for this family
down on Sunrise Beach.
- And she saw
Nancy Wallace's Pinto.
- Can you slow it
down just a little bit?
- She saw Nancy Wallace's Pinto
while Nancy Wallace
was still standing there.
- Did you?
- Yes.
With the hood up like you
see on the freeway sometimes
when there's car trouble.
She was talking
to these two kids.
Boys.
I knew right away
something was wrong.
- Go ahead, Mrs. Powell.
- Well, when I saw about the
murder on the 11 o'clock news,
I picked up the phone
and called my daughter.
She said I had a duty to
come in and see the police.
- Can you tell us
anything about the boys?
- Yes.
They didn't seem like
they belonged with that girl.
It's a feeling you
get, don't you know?
Kind of just from looking.
- Can you give us a description?
- Just a couple of
scrubby-looking, no-good kids.
- Mrs. Powell, what
about the camper?
- What camper?
- It was parked right
behind that little girl's car.
It was a kind of a
faded light yellow.
- With out of state plates.
- From Arizona.
- You sure about the plates?
Oh, I know what they look like.
- And Mrs. Powell knows
the last three numbers.
- 6-4-2.
- Mrs. Powell, you're beautiful.
- Oh, it's you, Mr. Mills.
I'm sorry, sir.
I didn't mean to startle you.
- Well, I just
needed some of this.
I'm mailing cartons to
my daughter in Europe.
- Well, that stuff will hold
anything that's for sure.
So, Jennifer's still over
there, still in Europe?
- Yes.
- Well, goodnight, sir.
Probably see you in the morning.
- Hi.
Going over the hill?
- Yeah, get in.
- You wouldn't be going
anyplace near the strip, would you?
- I can, yeah.
- Mind if I turn on the radio?
- Suit yourself.
- Oh, you got one too, huh?
That's a big deal now.
Everybody's buying CBs
like they're going out of style.
Who do you talk to anyway?
- Just people around the city.
- Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Everybody.
And a good, good
evening to you all.
Dumb.
- Yeah, well it's not quite
as dumb as hitchhiking.
- Aw, that's a
matter of opinion.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Ever listen to the news, huh?
When's the last time
you listened to the news?
You know that in the
last two months in this city
four girls have been murdered?
Raped and murdered
right here in this city.
Did you know that?
- So what are you
telling me that for?
- The last time that one
of them was seen alive
was on the very corner
where you just got picked up.
I mean, does that
scare you a little bit?
Where I just picked you up,
the last time they saw
one girl she was alive.
That's the last time they
saw her alive, right there.
- You better stop this car.
- Her name was Rose Ferrell.
They took her out.
They beat her, they raped
her, they murdered her.
- I said stop this car!
- Get your hand.
Stop it.
Stop it!
Close the door, will ya?
- Stop!
Stop it!
Hey, I'm a police officer.
- Let me go!
- Sit there and shut up!
Now look at it!
That's my identification.
Look at that, that's my badge.
Do you see that?
I'm a cop.
- What is this anyway?
- Lucky for you
it's only a warning.
Let me show you something.
You don't seem to know
what's going on in the world.
Look at this.
That's the Rose Ferrell I
was just telling you about.
That's Cynthia Felman.
That's Doris Ungren.
That's Nancy Wallace.
Look at 'em.
Each one of 'em was picked
up, beaten, raped, and murdered.
You hear that?
Raped and murdered.
Now, look.
I didn't mean to come
on so strong with you.
Just that I saw you standing
back on that corner...
I just hate to see the
same thing happen to you.
You understand what I'm saying?
I'm sorry, okay?
If I were you, for your sake.
If you got someplace to go,
why don't you take the bus?
- What do you think
you're gonna do,
educate the whole world by
swooping down out of the night
giving off-the-cuff
scare lectures?
- Every little bit helps.
- Well, sometimes.
But I'll make you a bet.
That girl you picked up will
be back on the street tomorrow
with her hips out
and her thumb up.
- Maybe I should've
handled it a little smarter.
- Maybe you shouldn't
have handled it at all.
You broke every
rule in the book.
You're not allowed
to pick up a hitchhiker.
Why, Bill?
You know you can't
tell anybody anything.
Fantasy time.
Nothing like murder
or rape is ever gonna
happen to them
in a zillion years.
Hello?
Oh, hi.
Where else would he be when
he wants a pastrami and beer?
Investigator Styles.
- Yeah, Joe.
- Just got a call from
Arizona Highway Patrol.
Three hits.
Two had perfect alibis.
But the third
sounds interesting.
Yeah?
- A yellow '75 camper license
number Adam, Henry, John, 642.
And it's registered to a
male Caucasian 21 years old,
name of Wesley K Jackson.
It seems as though he and
his buddy Philip Thatcher
just beat an assault
beef which resulted
from trying to
molest a college girl
in a state park on
the Colorado River.
Now how does that grab you?
- Right where I live, buddy.
- Three days after
they were released,
they stuck up a gas
station in Flagstaff
and nobody's seen
either of 'em since.
- Joe, get an APB
out right away, okay?
Yeah, I'm gonna be here for a
while and then I'm going home.
- The yellow camper?
- Cross your fingers, kid.
I think we got 'em.
- Well, good morning, Bill.
Where's Pepper?
- Ah, probably the academy.
She's doing that
lecture bit again.
- Yeah, well that's too bad
because we just got a strike
on the two guys from Arizona.
- This local news guy
picked up on our APB.
- You know the guy the
does funny interviews?
Well, it seems though
he spotted our boys
coming out of a liquor store
and followed 'em
all the way home.
- Hi, I'm David Fish.
I'm Sergeant Crowley.
Thanks for the tip.
- Oh, don't thank me, Sarge.
This is gonna be
tonight's feature story.
- Where are they now?
- In there.
Kind of fits the way they look.
- Are they alone?
- They were alone
when they went in.
I don't know if
anyone else is inside.
In any case,
they're probably all
smashed out of their minds.
They were carrying
enough beer to sink a ship.
- Pete, you take the back.
- Listen, Sarge.
I've got a cameraman on the way.
You can wait a couple
of minutes, could you?
This is mobile two.
Where the devil's Collins?
- Come on.
Let's go in before he blows it.
Come on.
Police!
- Hold it right there!
Hold it!
All right, drop it.
- Down!
- Drop it!
- Down!
Turn around.
Turn around.
- Go ahead.
Make a move and
you're a dead man.
- Now spread 'em on the wall.
Spread 'em!
- Let's go.
Hey.
- Police, hold it!
Kid, get out of the way!
Get out of the way, kid!
Get out of there, kid!
Get away!
- All right, let her go!
I'm telling you, let her go!
Come on!
Let her go!
Well, you've got your choice.
Him or us.
Turn around.
- Okay.
If you don't want to discuss
the gas station in
Flagstaff, that's fine.
That's between you
and the state of Arizona.
What we really want to talk
about is what you were doing
right here in California
last Sunday afternoon.
- Sunday?
- That's right, Sunday.
One, two, three days ago.
That shouldn't be too
tough for you, should it?
- Well, I never have had
much of a brain, people.
Let's see.
Sunday?
Yeah, I guess I should
be able to handle that.
- Just tell us about the
afternoon from four o'clock on.
- Well, we took a spin out
to the beach, you know?
Ate at some greasy
spoon, you know?
At Sunrise Beach.
- Wait a minute.
Not so fast.
Let's go back to what happened
even before you got there.
What happened
along the canyon road?
- Well, let me see.
I guess the only thing special
is we went through
a couple of tunnels.
- There's only one
tunnel on that road.
- Well, now you see,
I told you I never had
a very good memory.
- All right, how about I
save us all a lot of time?
An eyewitness said that
he saw you and Jackson
pull up next to a stalled Pinto.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Red Rider's girlfriend.
Who?
- The chick with the suntan.
Sure, we stopped.
We stopped to give her a hand.
She was over by
the side of the road
having herself
some engine trouble.
Hey, wait a minute.
Did she file a complaint
against us or something?
- That girl in the Pinto,
Thatcher, is dead.
Dead, you understand that?
She was raped and
murdered 30 minutes
after you were
seen talking to her.
- I know what you're doing.
You're trying to humbug
me on a murder rap
because I'm a poor
boy from out of state.
Well, if I ever talk to you
again, it won't be alone.
I'm gonna get myself a
lawyer who's smart enough
to shove you right
back on your ear.
- Larry, you want to
escort this little gentleman
back to his suite?
Make sure he's
afforded all of his
constitutional privileges.
- Hey, easy on the bicep, man.
Huh?
- Hey, I gotta get
back to the academy.
I'm late for my two o'clock.
- You're becoming
a permanent fixture
over there, aren't you?
- Just till Friday.
Call me if anything
breaks, okay?
- Oh, you can count on it.
Make yourself comfortable.
- Thank you.
- Well, I can see you
two can hardly wait
to bring me up to date.
- Well, Billy.
It's called legal aid.
One of the many little
delays that have a way
of slowing down
the wheels of justice.
- Yeah, well I'll tell
you something, guys.
I don't think they did it.
- You don't think they did it?
- Why's that?
- Just a gut reaction.
- Gut reaction, huh?
- I think you're the
first human lie detector.
- What's your reaction?
- Well.
Criminal Conspiracy.
Investigator Pete
Royster speaking.
Yes, he's here
as a matter of fact.
Phoenix Arizona.
- This is Sergeant Crowley.
Yes, Captain.
I see.
I see.
You're sure about that?
Okay, thanks very much.
We appreciate the followup.
Yeah, if anything breaks
here, we'll keep you posted.
Yeah.
You were right, Pete.
- Gut reaction.
- Yep, you were
right, all right.
I guess I am a
human lie detector.
Jackson and Thatcher
were in Bisbee Arizona
during the time of
the first three murders.
So that takes care of that.
What's the verdict?
- He could use a new muffler.
But nobody's messed around
with any pipes under here.
- Well, that means
A, they've got an alibi.
And B, we got not one
shred of physical evidence.
- Hell, I never bought that
routine about the trunk anyway.
- Yeah, I got that impression.
- Hey, Bill!
Mr. Wesley Jackson
requests your presence
in his private room.
- This is quite a place.
You ask for room service
and look who they send.
- All right, what've you got?
- Listen, I've been thinking.
Suppose I was to do you
a favor here in California.
Maybe you could help me
out when I get back home?
Quid pro quo as they say.
- You got something
valid, I'll see what I can do.
- Well, how's this sound?
I think I know
who killed that girl.
- Who?
- Me and Thatcher
was talking to her.
We were just kidding around.
Some dude drives up
in a big set of wheels.
Cutie pie takes one
look and runs over,
hops right into the
front seat next to him.
- Why, because she knew him?
- I don't think so.
I guess she was...
Well, she just wasn't used
to our country brand of humor.
- She went to
him for protection?
- Just like he was daddy.
- Can you remember
what he looked like?
- At that point I had
so much beer in me
he could've been from Mars.
But I do remember that car.
I bet you there aren't
more than a dozen of 'em
in this whole city.
Hi.
Hi.
- Are you going anywhere
near Victory Boulevard?
- Yeah, as a matter
of fact I live near there.
Hop in.
- Tracy, you want a ride?
Come on!
- Oh, thanks anyway.
My friends just drove up.
All right.
How are you doing?
- I'm sorry.
I really hate to disappoint you,
but I can only help with
cars before they've been sold.
Now, if that's what
you're looking for, why,
it'll be duck soup to
make a computer run.
In five minutes I could
locate any type of Lincoln,
any color combination,
and tell you exactly
what agency to call.
But once it's gone
out of somebody's lot,
we don't keep track.
- So what you're saying
is we'd have to contact
maybe 70 or 80 dealers
and ask them to go through
all their sales records
for the entire year, right?
- That's right.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
- Tell me this, Mr. Bell.
If we do canvas
all these dealers,
how many cars are we
likely to come up with?
- Well, there's not too
many in the designer series.
It's a pretty special car.
Maybe 50 or 60.
- Well, I guess that's it then.
We'll just have
to check 'em all.
- Hi.
- I'm going as far as
Simi if that's any help.
- Before we start, let's
get something straight.
I'm looking for
transportation, nothing else.
- Young lady, I have a daughter
who could be your older sister.
If she heard you
ask me that question,
she'd laugh right in my face.
- Yeah, okay.
- Mr. Jensen, this is
Investigator Joe Styles
of the police department.
Yeah, we're checking
on a possible suspect
who may have purchased
a Designer's Edition Mark 5.
We'd appreciate it if
you'd check your records
and give us the
names and addresses
of everyone in that category.
- Prejwass?
Preswalski?
Okay.
Would you please spell
that, sir, and very slowly.
- 3216 Oakshore Drive.
Where's that,
ma'am, in the valley?
- You just tell me how I can
show you ID over the telephone.
Crowley.
Sergeant William Crowley.
I tell you what, Mr. Meredith.
I think we could solve
this in about five seconds.
I'm gonna hang up.
You just call
information ask for the
Criminal Conspiracy division
of the police department.
That's right.
Then you ask for
Sergeant William Crowley.
- What are you doing?
- Uh, we're low on gas.
There's a station
about a mile from here.
I'm telling you
the truth, Doreen.
I see no reason why
you shouldn't believe me.
- What's that for?
- Oh, I use it to dictate letters
and take down memorandum.
- Well, why's it on now?
- Well, you might say
that I'm conducting a test.
So why don't you tell
me about that young man
you're gonna visit in Ventura.
Now, just talk in
an ordinary voice
so we can see how well
it records in a moving car.
- His name's Brad.
- Go on.
- I don't really know
what you want me to say.
- Well, say anything, you know?
I mean, anything that
comes in your mind.
- That's it, huh?
Just the one lease?
Okay, thanks very much.
I appreciate your help.
- Bill.
Thanks Joe.
- I see you're having just
as much luck as we are.
- None, huh?
Nothing all year?
Sure, I know it's a special car.
That's the trip.
Would I like to buy one, huh?
Sure, pal.
I'll trade you my Rolls.
I'm not gonna let this happen.
- We'll be there
in five minutes.
Why don't you just
settle back, you know?
Close your eyes.
Tell me about Brad.
- No!
- You could start by...
Well, you could start by telling
me what the two of you do
when you're alone together.
- Oh, is that how you
get your kicks, old man?
By listening to this?
- There's no need to shout.
I mean, nothing's
gonna happen to you.
This shouldn't
surprise you at all.
My own daughter tells me girls
your age know more than I do.
Uninhibited I think
is the word she uses.
Well, you know, that's fine.
I've always considered
myself flexible enough to adjust.
My recorder.
I've lost it.
My recorder's down
there in the water.
- Where's the coroner?
He's coming up.
- Who found it?
- They did.
They came up to
pick wildflowers.
The old man threw
a stone in the water
and that's when he found her.
- Hey, Ben.
- Oh, I promised myself.
If I made it to the top,
I'm gonna quit smoking.
- We got the same MO here?
- That's my educated guess.
All I have to do is look
at the color of the skin
to tell it's carbon monoxide.
- Was she raped?
- Yeah, I think so.
Not all of her
clothes are ripped off,
but we'll have to verify it.
Sergeant Crowley?
- What do you
got there, a radio?
- No, a tape recorder.
I just found it down at
the edge of the marsh.
It's soaking wet.
- Yeah, I see that.
- Well, I guess that takes
care of the fingerprints, too.
- The recorder's still cooking,
but this tape's
dry enough to try.
That is, if
anybody's interested.
- Come on, Freddy.
You guys are not
hired for comedy relief.
- Well, we have to do
something once in a while
to break the monotony.
- Bomb squad's got a few of 'em.
Oh, is that how you get
your kicks, old man?
By listening to this?
There's no need to shout.
I mean, nothing's
gonna happen to you.
This shouldn't
surprise you at all.
My own daughter tells me girls
your age know more than I do.
Uninhibited I think
is the word she uses.
Well, you know, that's fine.
I've always considered
myself flexible enough to adjust.
- There wasn't any
prints left on the recorder?
- No.
It was so full of mud and slime,
there was nothing left at all.
- What about on the tapes?
- Not a thing.
- You check out the serial
number on the recorder?
- I thought you'd never ask.
It was manufactured by
Blake Electronics In Downey.
- Well, if he filled out his
guarantee card, we got it made.
- Yeah, if he did.
But you're gonna have
to go out there in person.
We've already tried.
They just won't release
anything over the phone.
- Isn't that typical?
Okay, Joe.
You want to take a
little trip to Downey?
- What, at this hour?
- Could be the traffic?
- Well, why don't you ride along
with him, keep him company?
- Come on, Peter.
- Wanted to anyway.
- You really throw your
weight around, don't you?
- Crowley.
- Hi, Bill.
This is Pete.
Well, it was
registered all right,
but along with seven others.
It was part of a
group purchase made
by the Mills
Chemical Corporation.
- Mills Chemical?
You sure about that?
- Sure.
211 North Jellicoe.
- I know the head
of security out there.
Guy used to work robbery.
- So what is your pleasure?
- Get out there.
Ask for a guy named Leon Fowler.
- All right, it's bumper to
bumper, so it'll take a bit.
- Pete, do the best
you can, will you?
As always.
Nothing's gonna happen to you.
This shouldn't
surprise you at all.
My own daughter tells me girls
your age know more than I do.
Uninhibited I think
is the word she uses.
Well, you know, that's fine.
I've always considered
myself flexible enough to adjust.
- Well?
- It could be one of two people.
Mr. Mills, the man
who owns this company
or his brother
George, our controller.
They sound almost
exactly the same.
On the telephone, I can
hardly tell them apart.
- Does either one of them
own a Lincoln Mark 5?
- Both.
Bought on the same day.
They bought them both
through the company.
- Okay, Leon.
Take a guess.
Who do you think it is?
- I told you, I couldn't tell.
- Just guess.
- George.
Certain words.
The way he says his R.
- I'd like to see his car.
- I think I saw him leave.
- Want to check to make sure?
- Harriet?
Fowler.
Has Mr. Mills gone for the day?
Okay, thanks.
He's about six blocks from
here with a plant engineer.
They're having a drink at a
place called The Rusty Tub.
- Yeah, we passed it.
- Okay, I'll go.
Listen, if his brother's
car is still here,
you check it out.
And no heroics, you understand?
If anything develops,
you just wait for backup.
- Save yourself about 10
minutes if you take the shortcut.
Go straight through
here to the other side,
then walk left until you
can see administration.
- All right, thanks.
Listen, I'll probably
be back before Bill.
If Pete and Joe get here,
fill them in and hold
'em right here, all right?
Thank you.
Why don't you just
lean back, you know?
Just lean back against the seat.
Come on, you can trust me.
That's good.
Just relax.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Keep your eyes closed.
Keep 'em closed.
That's good.
That's good.
- Get Joe and Pete down here.
- Hold it!
- Look, Mr. Mills.
I'm talking to you as a friend.
As a man who's
known you for 10 years.
- The answer is no.
The only way I'm
going is that way.
- Listen to me, Mr. Mills.
I'm coming up now and
I wanna take you down.
- No, no.
No, no, Leon, Leon.
- I have to eat it fast.
It's dripping up sleeve.
- Anyone who orders
three scoops deserves that.
- That your consented opinion?
- That's my opinion, yeah.
- Mm.
- What's the matter?
- That's the girl
I told you about.
The one I gave a lift to.
- Oh.
She's pretty cute.
Bet she doesn't
have any trouble at all.
- You know what I'd like to do?
I'd like to pick her
up and take her right
and dump her in
her parent's lap.
- You really think
that would help?
Come on, Bill.
You're not a miracle
worker, you're a cop.
All you can do is warn them.
If they don't listen, that's
where your responsibility ends.
the door locked for?
- Hey, little cutie.
- A-S-J, 863.
- You have a swell day, partner.
It's been nice making
your acquaintance.
- Beaten, raped, and asphyxiated
by exhaust fumes
from an automobile.
- She didn't quite
make it to 21.
- Police!
You make a move
and you're a dead man.
- Just tell us about
the afternoon.
- You're trying to humbug
me on a murder rap.
- Or you can start by telling me
what the two of you do
when you're alone together.
- Hey.
You having a
little trouble, cutie?
- Just sort of zonked out on me.
But that's okay.
A friend of mine's due
along here at any minute now.
- Oh, yeah?
What's his name?
Red Rider?
- No, really.
We were down at the
beach together all day.
- Well, sure.
I can tell by the
color of your suntan.
- You all right?
- No, I need your help.
- Hop in.
- Hey, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself, Dad.
Picking up a little
bimbo like that.
Hey, what's the matter with you?
Can't you hear me in there?
What do you got
the door locked for?
- Hey, little cutie.
Look at me.
My name's Red Rider.
- KSJ-863 niner.
Mobile One to any REACT station.
- You have a swell day, partner.
It's been nice making
your acquaintance.
Come on.
- Thank god.
I mean it.
Not one person in a
hundred would've stopped.
Let alone stood
up to those guys.
- Well, maybe it's
something personal.
Just so happens I have
a daughter of my own
near to your age.
Jennifer.
- Oh, yeah?
Where does she go to school?
- Well, she's not with me.
I mean, not at the moment.
She's in Europe with her mother.
- Oh, lucky.
I was saving to go to
England this summer.
Instead, I bought
that stupid car.
- Actually, her mother
and I are separated.
Uh, legally separated.
I haven't seen Jennifer
in nearly a year.
- Oh.
It'd kill my dad.
The sun rises and sets on
me as far as he's concerned.
Hey, this is the wrong way.
The gas station's back there.
- Then why are you hitchhiking?
- What?
- If your father cares
about you that much,
you have no right
to place yourself
in a position of
such vulnerability.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Oh, I think you do.
Please, I wanna go back.
- Actually, from now on, the
more you learn to trust me
the better off you'll be.
- Look, I wasn't hitchhiking.
I don't know why you said that.
My car broke down.
- Keep talking.
Why?
Well, say anything.
Anything that
comes into your mind.
Anything at all.
Please.
Please don't hurt me.
- I won't.
I promise.
Provided you talk to me.
Provided you just
close your eyes
and tell me everything
that comes into your mind.
That's better.
Now, why don't you
just lean back, you know?
Just lean back against the seat.
Come on, you can trust me.
That's good.
Just relax.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Keep your eyes closed.
Keep 'em closed.
That's good.
That's good.
- What do you think
that accomplished?
- Nothing.
- Well then, why
make a fool of yourself?
- Why not?
Let's see her, Pete.
- Beaten, raped, and
asphyxiated by exhaust fumes
from an automobile.
- You know, that makes
victim number four.
- This one seems a little bit
different than the other ones.
Doesn't look like
she was hitchhiking.
CHP found an abandoned
Pinto down the road
with a busted fuel pump.
This was found on the
front seat in the purse.
Now, either that's
her, or her twin sister.
- Nancy J Wallace.
3951 Mariposa.
Born 12-4-56.
She didn't quite make it to 21.
That's right.
- Anything on the way
of physical evidence?
- We've got tire tracks,
bottle of cigarette butts,
and other things people
use to mess up an area.
Looks like a local
lover's lane to me.
- In other words,
we got nothing, right?
- Not yet.
- Now you know
why I blew the horn.
Why don't you just
lean back, you know?
Just lean back against the seat.
Come on, you can trust me.
That's good.
Just relax.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Keep your eyes closed.
Keep 'em closed.
That's good.
That's good.
- Excuse me.
Is that the tape you
want me to transcribe?
- Oh, no.
It's this one.
And make copies for
Lund, Burnbank, Knotten.
Oh, and one for my brother, too.
And if you're not too busy,
I'd like it to go out tonight.
Very well, Mr. Mills.
It'll be on the
telex in an hour.
- A gas chamber on four wheels?
- Come on, Won.
Now, how would you work it?
What would you do,
just hook up a hose
into the exhaust pipe or what?
- No, not a hose.
A pipe.
And I'd weld it right
here behind the muffler.
Then, I'd drill the hole
and put the other end
right up into the trunk.
- Wait a minute.
Wouldn't you need
a valve or something
to keep the fumes from
leaking into the car?
- That's no big deal.
What's your pleasure,
manual or remote control?
Personally, I think
it's a stupid theory.
Oh, yeah?
- Why would he go
to so much trouble
when all he has to do is
lock them in his garage,
leave the engine
running, and adieu?
- I'm talking about a maniac
and you're asking
me for a reason.
You ought to take a rest, Won.
You're working too hard.
Come on in, I gotta copy.
Bill, come here a minute.
Come over here.
- Bill, Come here.
Come on.
This is Mrs. Powell.
Mrs. Powell, this is Sergeant
Anderson and Sergeant Crowley.
- Mrs. Powell.
- I think we have something
here with Mrs. Powell.
She was driving down
to the beach yesterday.
- Visit her daughter.
- See, her daughter
works for this family
down on Sunrise Beach.
- And she saw
Nancy Wallace's Pinto.
- Can you slow it
down just a little bit?
- She saw Nancy Wallace's Pinto
while Nancy Wallace
was still standing there.
- Did you?
- Yes.
With the hood up like you
see on the freeway sometimes
when there's car trouble.
She was talking
to these two kids.
Boys.
I knew right away
something was wrong.
- Go ahead, Mrs. Powell.
- Well, when I saw about the
murder on the 11 o'clock news,
I picked up the phone
and called my daughter.
She said I had a duty to
come in and see the police.
- Can you tell us
anything about the boys?
- Yes.
They didn't seem like
they belonged with that girl.
It's a feeling you
get, don't you know?
Kind of just from looking.
- Can you give us a description?
- Just a couple of
scrubby-looking, no-good kids.
- Mrs. Powell, what
about the camper?
- What camper?
- It was parked right
behind that little girl's car.
It was a kind of a
faded light yellow.
- With out of state plates.
- From Arizona.
- You sure about the plates?
Oh, I know what they look like.
- And Mrs. Powell knows
the last three numbers.
- 6-4-2.
- Mrs. Powell, you're beautiful.
- Oh, it's you, Mr. Mills.
I'm sorry, sir.
I didn't mean to startle you.
- Well, I just
needed some of this.
I'm mailing cartons to
my daughter in Europe.
- Well, that stuff will hold
anything that's for sure.
So, Jennifer's still over
there, still in Europe?
- Yes.
- Well, goodnight, sir.
Probably see you in the morning.
- Hi.
Going over the hill?
- Yeah, get in.
- You wouldn't be going
anyplace near the strip, would you?
- I can, yeah.
- Mind if I turn on the radio?
- Suit yourself.
- Oh, you got one too, huh?
That's a big deal now.
Everybody's buying CBs
like they're going out of style.
Who do you talk to anyway?
- Just people around the city.
- Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Everybody.
And a good, good
evening to you all.
Dumb.
- Yeah, well it's not quite
as dumb as hitchhiking.
- Aw, that's a
matter of opinion.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Ever listen to the news, huh?
When's the last time
you listened to the news?
You know that in the
last two months in this city
four girls have been murdered?
Raped and murdered
right here in this city.
Did you know that?
- So what are you
telling me that for?
- The last time that one
of them was seen alive
was on the very corner
where you just got picked up.
I mean, does that
scare you a little bit?
Where I just picked you up,
the last time they saw
one girl she was alive.
That's the last time they
saw her alive, right there.
- You better stop this car.
- Her name was Rose Ferrell.
They took her out.
They beat her, they raped
her, they murdered her.
- I said stop this car!
- Get your hand.
Stop it.
Stop it!
Close the door, will ya?
- Stop!
Stop it!
Hey, I'm a police officer.
- Let me go!
- Sit there and shut up!
Now look at it!
That's my identification.
Look at that, that's my badge.
Do you see that?
I'm a cop.
- What is this anyway?
- Lucky for you
it's only a warning.
Let me show you something.
You don't seem to know
what's going on in the world.
Look at this.
That's the Rose Ferrell I
was just telling you about.
That's Cynthia Felman.
That's Doris Ungren.
That's Nancy Wallace.
Look at 'em.
Each one of 'em was picked
up, beaten, raped, and murdered.
You hear that?
Raped and murdered.
Now, look.
I didn't mean to come
on so strong with you.
Just that I saw you standing
back on that corner...
I just hate to see the
same thing happen to you.
You understand what I'm saying?
I'm sorry, okay?
If I were you, for your sake.
If you got someplace to go,
why don't you take the bus?
- What do you think
you're gonna do,
educate the whole world by
swooping down out of the night
giving off-the-cuff
scare lectures?
- Every little bit helps.
- Well, sometimes.
But I'll make you a bet.
That girl you picked up will
be back on the street tomorrow
with her hips out
and her thumb up.
- Maybe I should've
handled it a little smarter.
- Maybe you shouldn't
have handled it at all.
You broke every
rule in the book.
You're not allowed
to pick up a hitchhiker.
Why, Bill?
You know you can't
tell anybody anything.
Fantasy time.
Nothing like murder
or rape is ever gonna
happen to them
in a zillion years.
Hello?
Oh, hi.
Where else would he be when
he wants a pastrami and beer?
Investigator Styles.
- Yeah, Joe.
- Just got a call from
Arizona Highway Patrol.
Three hits.
Two had perfect alibis.
But the third
sounds interesting.
Yeah?
- A yellow '75 camper license
number Adam, Henry, John, 642.
And it's registered to a
male Caucasian 21 years old,
name of Wesley K Jackson.
It seems as though he and
his buddy Philip Thatcher
just beat an assault
beef which resulted
from trying to
molest a college girl
in a state park on
the Colorado River.
Now how does that grab you?
- Right where I live, buddy.
- Three days after
they were released,
they stuck up a gas
station in Flagstaff
and nobody's seen
either of 'em since.
- Joe, get an APB
out right away, okay?
Yeah, I'm gonna be here for a
while and then I'm going home.
- The yellow camper?
- Cross your fingers, kid.
I think we got 'em.
- Well, good morning, Bill.
Where's Pepper?
- Ah, probably the academy.
She's doing that
lecture bit again.
- Yeah, well that's too bad
because we just got a strike
on the two guys from Arizona.
- This local news guy
picked up on our APB.
- You know the guy the
does funny interviews?
Well, it seems though
he spotted our boys
coming out of a liquor store
and followed 'em
all the way home.
- Hi, I'm David Fish.
I'm Sergeant Crowley.
Thanks for the tip.
- Oh, don't thank me, Sarge.
This is gonna be
tonight's feature story.
- Where are they now?
- In there.
Kind of fits the way they look.
- Are they alone?
- They were alone
when they went in.
I don't know if
anyone else is inside.
In any case,
they're probably all
smashed out of their minds.
They were carrying
enough beer to sink a ship.
- Pete, you take the back.
- Listen, Sarge.
I've got a cameraman on the way.
You can wait a couple
of minutes, could you?
This is mobile two.
Where the devil's Collins?
- Come on.
Let's go in before he blows it.
Come on.
Police!
- Hold it right there!
Hold it!
All right, drop it.
- Down!
- Drop it!
- Down!
Turn around.
Turn around.
- Go ahead.
Make a move and
you're a dead man.
- Now spread 'em on the wall.
Spread 'em!
- Let's go.
Hey.
- Police, hold it!
Kid, get out of the way!
Get out of the way, kid!
Get out of there, kid!
Get away!
- All right, let her go!
I'm telling you, let her go!
Come on!
Let her go!
Well, you've got your choice.
Him or us.
Turn around.
- Okay.
If you don't want to discuss
the gas station in
Flagstaff, that's fine.
That's between you
and the state of Arizona.
What we really want to talk
about is what you were doing
right here in California
last Sunday afternoon.
- Sunday?
- That's right, Sunday.
One, two, three days ago.
That shouldn't be too
tough for you, should it?
- Well, I never have had
much of a brain, people.
Let's see.
Sunday?
Yeah, I guess I should
be able to handle that.
- Just tell us about the
afternoon from four o'clock on.
- Well, we took a spin out
to the beach, you know?
Ate at some greasy
spoon, you know?
At Sunrise Beach.
- Wait a minute.
Not so fast.
Let's go back to what happened
even before you got there.
What happened
along the canyon road?
- Well, let me see.
I guess the only thing special
is we went through
a couple of tunnels.
- There's only one
tunnel on that road.
- Well, now you see,
I told you I never had
a very good memory.
- All right, how about I
save us all a lot of time?
An eyewitness said that
he saw you and Jackson
pull up next to a stalled Pinto.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Red Rider's girlfriend.
Who?
- The chick with the suntan.
Sure, we stopped.
We stopped to give her a hand.
She was over by
the side of the road
having herself
some engine trouble.
Hey, wait a minute.
Did she file a complaint
against us or something?
- That girl in the Pinto,
Thatcher, is dead.
Dead, you understand that?
She was raped and
murdered 30 minutes
after you were
seen talking to her.
- I know what you're doing.
You're trying to humbug
me on a murder rap
because I'm a poor
boy from out of state.
Well, if I ever talk to you
again, it won't be alone.
I'm gonna get myself a
lawyer who's smart enough
to shove you right
back on your ear.
- Larry, you want to
escort this little gentleman
back to his suite?
Make sure he's
afforded all of his
constitutional privileges.
- Hey, easy on the bicep, man.
Huh?
- Hey, I gotta get
back to the academy.
I'm late for my two o'clock.
- You're becoming
a permanent fixture
over there, aren't you?
- Just till Friday.
Call me if anything
breaks, okay?
- Oh, you can count on it.
Make yourself comfortable.
- Thank you.
- Well, I can see you
two can hardly wait
to bring me up to date.
- Well, Billy.
It's called legal aid.
One of the many little
delays that have a way
of slowing down
the wheels of justice.
- Yeah, well I'll tell
you something, guys.
I don't think they did it.
- You don't think they did it?
- Why's that?
- Just a gut reaction.
- Gut reaction, huh?
- I think you're the
first human lie detector.
- What's your reaction?
- Well.
Criminal Conspiracy.
Investigator Pete
Royster speaking.
Yes, he's here
as a matter of fact.
Phoenix Arizona.
- This is Sergeant Crowley.
Yes, Captain.
I see.
I see.
You're sure about that?
Okay, thanks very much.
We appreciate the followup.
Yeah, if anything breaks
here, we'll keep you posted.
Yeah.
You were right, Pete.
- Gut reaction.
- Yep, you were
right, all right.
I guess I am a
human lie detector.
Jackson and Thatcher
were in Bisbee Arizona
during the time of
the first three murders.
So that takes care of that.
What's the verdict?
- He could use a new muffler.
But nobody's messed around
with any pipes under here.
- Well, that means
A, they've got an alibi.
And B, we got not one
shred of physical evidence.
- Hell, I never bought that
routine about the trunk anyway.
- Yeah, I got that impression.
- Hey, Bill!
Mr. Wesley Jackson
requests your presence
in his private room.
- This is quite a place.
You ask for room service
and look who they send.
- All right, what've you got?
- Listen, I've been thinking.
Suppose I was to do you
a favor here in California.
Maybe you could help me
out when I get back home?
Quid pro quo as they say.
- You got something
valid, I'll see what I can do.
- Well, how's this sound?
I think I know
who killed that girl.
- Who?
- Me and Thatcher
was talking to her.
We were just kidding around.
Some dude drives up
in a big set of wheels.
Cutie pie takes one
look and runs over,
hops right into the
front seat next to him.
- Why, because she knew him?
- I don't think so.
I guess she was...
Well, she just wasn't used
to our country brand of humor.
- She went to
him for protection?
- Just like he was daddy.
- Can you remember
what he looked like?
- At that point I had
so much beer in me
he could've been from Mars.
But I do remember that car.
I bet you there aren't
more than a dozen of 'em
in this whole city.
Hi.
Hi.
- Are you going anywhere
near Victory Boulevard?
- Yeah, as a matter
of fact I live near there.
Hop in.
- Tracy, you want a ride?
Come on!
- Oh, thanks anyway.
My friends just drove up.
All right.
How are you doing?
- I'm sorry.
I really hate to disappoint you,
but I can only help with
cars before they've been sold.
Now, if that's what
you're looking for, why,
it'll be duck soup to
make a computer run.
In five minutes I could
locate any type of Lincoln,
any color combination,
and tell you exactly
what agency to call.
But once it's gone
out of somebody's lot,
we don't keep track.
- So what you're saying
is we'd have to contact
maybe 70 or 80 dealers
and ask them to go through
all their sales records
for the entire year, right?
- That's right.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
- Tell me this, Mr. Bell.
If we do canvas
all these dealers,
how many cars are we
likely to come up with?
- Well, there's not too
many in the designer series.
It's a pretty special car.
Maybe 50 or 60.
- Well, I guess that's it then.
We'll just have
to check 'em all.
- Hi.
- I'm going as far as
Simi if that's any help.
- Before we start, let's
get something straight.
I'm looking for
transportation, nothing else.
- Young lady, I have a daughter
who could be your older sister.
If she heard you
ask me that question,
she'd laugh right in my face.
- Yeah, okay.
- Mr. Jensen, this is
Investigator Joe Styles
of the police department.
Yeah, we're checking
on a possible suspect
who may have purchased
a Designer's Edition Mark 5.
We'd appreciate it if
you'd check your records
and give us the
names and addresses
of everyone in that category.
- Prejwass?
Preswalski?
Okay.
Would you please spell
that, sir, and very slowly.
- 3216 Oakshore Drive.
Where's that,
ma'am, in the valley?
- You just tell me how I can
show you ID over the telephone.
Crowley.
Sergeant William Crowley.
I tell you what, Mr. Meredith.
I think we could solve
this in about five seconds.
I'm gonna hang up.
You just call
information ask for the
Criminal Conspiracy division
of the police department.
That's right.
Then you ask for
Sergeant William Crowley.
- What are you doing?
- Uh, we're low on gas.
There's a station
about a mile from here.
I'm telling you
the truth, Doreen.
I see no reason why
you shouldn't believe me.
- What's that for?
- Oh, I use it to dictate letters
and take down memorandum.
- Well, why's it on now?
- Well, you might say
that I'm conducting a test.
So why don't you tell
me about that young man
you're gonna visit in Ventura.
Now, just talk in
an ordinary voice
so we can see how well
it records in a moving car.
- His name's Brad.
- Go on.
- I don't really know
what you want me to say.
- Well, say anything, you know?
I mean, anything that
comes in your mind.
- That's it, huh?
Just the one lease?
Okay, thanks very much.
I appreciate your help.
- Bill.
Thanks Joe.
- I see you're having just
as much luck as we are.
- None, huh?
Nothing all year?
Sure, I know it's a special car.
That's the trip.
Would I like to buy one, huh?
Sure, pal.
I'll trade you my Rolls.
I'm not gonna let this happen.
- We'll be there
in five minutes.
Why don't you just
settle back, you know?
Close your eyes.
Tell me about Brad.
- No!
- You could start by...
Well, you could start by telling
me what the two of you do
when you're alone together.
- Oh, is that how you
get your kicks, old man?
By listening to this?
- There's no need to shout.
I mean, nothing's
gonna happen to you.
This shouldn't
surprise you at all.
My own daughter tells me girls
your age know more than I do.
Uninhibited I think
is the word she uses.
Well, you know, that's fine.
I've always considered
myself flexible enough to adjust.
My recorder.
I've lost it.
My recorder's down
there in the water.
- Where's the coroner?
He's coming up.
- Who found it?
- They did.
They came up to
pick wildflowers.
The old man threw
a stone in the water
and that's when he found her.
- Hey, Ben.
- Oh, I promised myself.
If I made it to the top,
I'm gonna quit smoking.
- We got the same MO here?
- That's my educated guess.
All I have to do is look
at the color of the skin
to tell it's carbon monoxide.
- Was she raped?
- Yeah, I think so.
Not all of her
clothes are ripped off,
but we'll have to verify it.
Sergeant Crowley?
- What do you
got there, a radio?
- No, a tape recorder.
I just found it down at
the edge of the marsh.
It's soaking wet.
- Yeah, I see that.
- Well, I guess that takes
care of the fingerprints, too.
- The recorder's still cooking,
but this tape's
dry enough to try.
That is, if
anybody's interested.
- Come on, Freddy.
You guys are not
hired for comedy relief.
- Well, we have to do
something once in a while
to break the monotony.
- Bomb squad's got a few of 'em.
Oh, is that how you get
your kicks, old man?
By listening to this?
There's no need to shout.
I mean, nothing's
gonna happen to you.
This shouldn't
surprise you at all.
My own daughter tells me girls
your age know more than I do.
Uninhibited I think
is the word she uses.
Well, you know, that's fine.
I've always considered
myself flexible enough to adjust.
- There wasn't any
prints left on the recorder?
- No.
It was so full of mud and slime,
there was nothing left at all.
- What about on the tapes?
- Not a thing.
- You check out the serial
number on the recorder?
- I thought you'd never ask.
It was manufactured by
Blake Electronics In Downey.
- Well, if he filled out his
guarantee card, we got it made.
- Yeah, if he did.
But you're gonna have
to go out there in person.
We've already tried.
They just won't release
anything over the phone.
- Isn't that typical?
Okay, Joe.
You want to take a
little trip to Downey?
- What, at this hour?
- Could be the traffic?
- Well, why don't you ride along
with him, keep him company?
- Come on, Peter.
- Wanted to anyway.
- You really throw your
weight around, don't you?
- Crowley.
- Hi, Bill.
This is Pete.
Well, it was
registered all right,
but along with seven others.
It was part of a
group purchase made
by the Mills
Chemical Corporation.
- Mills Chemical?
You sure about that?
- Sure.
211 North Jellicoe.
- I know the head
of security out there.
Guy used to work robbery.
- So what is your pleasure?
- Get out there.
Ask for a guy named Leon Fowler.
- All right, it's bumper to
bumper, so it'll take a bit.
- Pete, do the best
you can, will you?
As always.
Nothing's gonna happen to you.
This shouldn't
surprise you at all.
My own daughter tells me girls
your age know more than I do.
Uninhibited I think
is the word she uses.
Well, you know, that's fine.
I've always considered
myself flexible enough to adjust.
- Well?
- It could be one of two people.
Mr. Mills, the man
who owns this company
or his brother
George, our controller.
They sound almost
exactly the same.
On the telephone, I can
hardly tell them apart.
- Does either one of them
own a Lincoln Mark 5?
- Both.
Bought on the same day.
They bought them both
through the company.
- Okay, Leon.
Take a guess.
Who do you think it is?
- I told you, I couldn't tell.
- Just guess.
- George.
Certain words.
The way he says his R.
- I'd like to see his car.
- I think I saw him leave.
- Want to check to make sure?
- Harriet?
Fowler.
Has Mr. Mills gone for the day?
Okay, thanks.
He's about six blocks from
here with a plant engineer.
They're having a drink at a
place called The Rusty Tub.
- Yeah, we passed it.
- Okay, I'll go.
Listen, if his brother's
car is still here,
you check it out.
And no heroics, you understand?
If anything develops,
you just wait for backup.
- Save yourself about 10
minutes if you take the shortcut.
Go straight through
here to the other side,
then walk left until you
can see administration.
- All right, thanks.
Listen, I'll probably
be back before Bill.
If Pete and Joe get here,
fill them in and hold
'em right here, all right?
Thank you.
Why don't you just
lean back, you know?
Just lean back against the seat.
Come on, you can trust me.
That's good.
Just relax.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Keep your eyes closed.
Keep 'em closed.
That's good.
That's good.
- Get Joe and Pete down here.
- Hold it!
- Look, Mr. Mills.
I'm talking to you as a friend.
As a man who's
known you for 10 years.
- The answer is no.
The only way I'm
going is that way.
- Listen to me, Mr. Mills.
I'm coming up now and
I wanna take you down.
- No, no.
No, no, Leon, Leon.
- I have to eat it fast.
It's dripping up sleeve.
- Anyone who orders
three scoops deserves that.
- That your consented opinion?
- That's my opinion, yeah.
- Mm.
- What's the matter?
- That's the girl
I told you about.
The one I gave a lift to.
- Oh.
She's pretty cute.
Bet she doesn't
have any trouble at all.
- You know what I'd like to do?
I'd like to pick her
up and take her right
and dump her in
her parent's lap.
- You really think
that would help?
Come on, Bill.
You're not a miracle
worker, you're a cop.
All you can do is warn them.
If they don't listen, that's
where your responsibility ends.