Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 7, Episode 19 - The Face of Fear - full transcript
Bring the eyewitness down
here to take a look again.
- She won't come out.
- What do you mean?
She's been homebound
for seven years?
I am treating her
for agoraphobia.
This may set her back so far that she
could never leave her home again alone.
He has a good chance
of getting away with this.
As long as I live, I'll
never forget his face.
I got rid of everything,
just like you said.
Now you get rid of the broad.
I don't believe that Vickie
imagined that murder at all.
Ahhh!
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
Vickie.
C'mon, kid, we're gonna be late.
Vickie? Come on. I
poured you some courage.
Aw, Vick...
Richard...
I... I just can't go.
Not today.
I can't make it.
Vick, why now?
Why did you wait
for the last minute?
I can't help it.
But we've been practicing.
How many times have we
gone to the shopping mall
to practice?
We got out, walked around,
brushed shoulders with strangers
like Doctor Ranier told us.
Listen to me.
For over three months now
we've been going
to the phobia center.
I've been at your side,
your support person,
every single session.
And I'm still going to
be your support person
every second of this trip.
I know. I know.
But what if there too
many people there?
What if I have an
attack? What if...
What if, what if...
What did Doctor Ranier
tell you about "what if-fing"?
I know what she said.
Believe me,
I understand it up here.
But that doesn't make
it easier down here.
The cab's here.
Vickie, you can do it.
Believe me, I
know you can do it.
Richie, please, I can't.
It... It's too soon.
Too soon?
You've been holed up
here for seven years!
Don't tell me it too soon.
Please don't make me feel
any worse than I already do.
You go without me. I...
I promise I'll go with
you on the next trip.
Now how the hell am I
supposed to leave you alone?
I'll be fine, really.
If I need anything,
I'll call Jan.
You're sure?
It's too late to
cancel. I'd better go.
Call me at the hotel
if you need anything.
And I'll try to get home
in two or three days.
Be careful.
What to be careful
in Sacramento?
I'll call you.
"Face the fear.
"And the fear will disappear."
Oh, Ralph...
Why didn't you decide
to go an hour ago?
Okay, okay. I heard
you the first time.
I'll call Jan and have
her take you out.
You know what I'm
going to do, knucklehead?
I'm going to take
you out myself.
Nope, no applause, please.
Just give me a second
to throw on some jeans
and it you and me, kid.
Okay, now relax, relax.
"Face the fear and
the fear will disappear."
Ralph,
this may be the
shortest walk of your life.
Leave me!
You know, we've had this
game planned for weeks,
how could he be late?
He not late, just changing.
What are you
waiting for? Let's go.
What's so funny?
I didn't know this was
a costume poker game.
I would've worn my
mask with the rhinestones.
Very funny. This
is my lucky shirt.
I never lose when
I'm wearing it.
That what you said
about your last shirt...
Before you lost it
to Sergeant Brill.
I'm not gonna lose to
his person, I'll tell you that.
- Let's go.
- Oh, you think?
Lab, Fujiyama.
Yeah, he's here. Just a minute.
- Is that for me?
- Yeah.
How do they know where to
find you? It's Sunday afternoon.
How do I know? Monahan.
Yeah...
Give me that address again.
Okay, got it. Have
Brill meet me there
in fifteen minutes.
Right.
You guys better go without me.
- I just clocked in.
- What is it?
Possible homicide up in Malibu.
I got a black and white out
there, I've got to check it out.
- Want me to ride along?
- No.
They got an eyewitness but
can't seem to find the body.
But don't wander
too far from a phone.
I may need you yet.
Come on, we'll play Spit in
the Ocean. You ever play that?
- Evening, Lieutenant.
- D'Arcy. What do we got?
Zip. Nothing.
No body, no signs
of a struggle, zero.
He said he was home
alone watching TV.
Mr. Ganziano. I'm Lieutenant
Monahan, Homicide.
Yes, hi. Nick Ganziano.
The officer said
you were coming.
Lieutenant, I honestly don't
know what this is all about.
Mr. Ganziano,
we have an eyewitness that
claims you attacked a woman
in this room not an hour ago.
Yeah, I know. But
like I told the others,
I never left my chair once
except to go to the bathroom.
I was alone all day.
Lieutenant!
Lieutenant!
Lieutenant! Out here...
Is there a way out there?
Right through that
door, down the steps.
Stay with him.
What ya got?
The murder. There.
Turn on the TV! Turn it on.
For this I'm missing the
poker game of the decade.
For this.
And Quincy was so
ripe for the picking.
All right, bring the
eyewitness down here
to take another
look at Ganziano.
- She won't come out.
- What do you mean?
Nice lady, but she says she
has some kind of condition
and won't come out
of her house again.
Don't tell me we're dealing
with a real banana here.
I just want to show her the TV
and have her look at Ganziano.
She won't come. I already tried.
Then we'll take Ganziano
down to the witness
and put this whole
thing to bed right now!
No.
No... He not the man I saw.
You're sure, Mrs. McGuire?
Positive.
The man I saw in the
window was younger.
Maybe twenty five. And taller.
Okay.
Mr. Ganziano, thank
you for your cooperation.
Sergeant Brill will
take you home.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
I'm just glad we
cleared this all up.
I'm sorry if my
TV frightened you.
I just moved into
the neighborhood.
I'll move the television set.
Lieutenant, since this is not
the man Mrs. McGuire saw,
it seems obvious to me
there was another
man in the house.
Someone you should be pursuing.
We're looking
into that possibility.
Doctor Ranier, is it?
You're a psychologist, right?
Mrs. McGuire's therapist?
Yes, but I don't see what
that has to do with anything.
Just asking.
Mrs. McGuire,
before you went to walk your dog,
how much did you have to drink?
- Lieutenant!
- I... I had a glass of wine.
No. Two. I had two glasses.
Lieutenant,
I don't think you believe
that I saw what I saw.
No, that not true.
I believe you saw something,
but let face it,
the sun was in your eyes,
you were pretty
far from the window,
you said you were
scared to be out alone,
had a drink...
I know what I saw.
She was a young Latino
woman with long black hair.
Okay, we've got all that.
We'll continue to investigate.
I hope you do.
Oh, my God.
My God, I'm going
crazy, Doctor Ranier,
I really am going crazy!
Maybe I didn't see what I saw,
maybe I imagined the whole thing!
And I accused that poor man
of committing a murder.
You're not going crazy, Vickie.
Trust me, you're
not going crazy.
It's about time.
I just love bein' holed
up with a stiff all day.
Yeah, yeah, now just
get her out of here fast.
Dump her and dump all
this junk someplace else.
There a half million
dollars sittin' in those bags.
Listen to me.
That woman on the
beach saw the whole thing.
She described you
down to your dental work.
So what?
So unless you want to
spend the rest of your life
in the Greybar hotel,
you'll move your butt now.
And don't forget that necklace.
Get rid of it someplace else.
That necklace is solid gold!
Lose it!
And while you're at
it, start thinking about
getting rid of that eyewitness.
Between that necklace
and the witness,
we can be looking at
some very serious time.
All right, just
listen to the doctor.
Hot bath, glass of brandy,
good night's sleep. Okay?
Okay.
If you need me, you
know where to reach me.
Thanks. I know.
What else is there to say?
Thanks for being here.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Good night.
Drive careful!
I'm telling you, Quincy,
you should burn your
lucky shirt and give up poker.
Yeah? Well, I was doing
just fine until Monahan
showed up two hours late.
Fine? You lost just
about every hand.
But I was making a big comeback.
Doctor Quincy?
This is Doctor Ranier.
She insisted on seeing
you. Says she's an old friend.
- Sorry...
- You don't recognize me.
- No.
- Doctor Ranier?
Alicia.
Two years ago, the County
Commission on Mental Health?
Oh, yes, of course I do.
It's okay, Pete,
thanks. How are you?
Confused. I'm looking for
a body. A murder victim.
I'm sad to say, you've
come to the right place.
We get about six a day.
Who are you looking for?
I don't know. A young
Hispanic woman,
twenty to twenty-five
years old, slender,
long black hair...
She was murdered
in Malibu yesterday.
No, I'm pretty sure no one
fitting that description came in.
Malibu?
Lieutenant Monahan
investigated a case there yesterday.
Yeah, I know. I
met him out there.
Somebody reported a murder,
but they couldn't find anything.
Doctor Quincy, can
we talk somewhere?
- Privately?
- Sure. Let go back there.
If I may, is your interest in
this personal or professional?
A little of both.
One of my patients was the
woman who reported the murder.
The alleged murder.
And your Lieutenant
Monahan stopped
just short of suggesting it
was a drunken fantasy of hers.
Monahan may be a little
rough around the edges,
but he is a very competent
and sensitive police officer.
He did tell me, though, the
witness had some kind of illness.
No. I'm treating
her for agoraphobia.
Agoraphobia is definitely
not a mental defect,
disease or illness.
It is a condition.
An emotional anxiety state.
But its victims
are not, by any stretch
of the imagination, insane,
imbalanced or mentally ill.
Alicia, I don't doubt
what you're saying,
but from what Monahan
told me, the police arrived
within six minutes of the call
and there weren't
even signs of a struggle.
I know, Doctor Quincy.
But let me tell you something
about agoraphobics.
First of all, they are usually
very sensitive and very intelligent.
They are perfectionists
since they must control
every aspect of
their environment.
They pick up details
about things around them
that you and I
would hardly notice.
Now that does that
sound like a woman
who would make that grave
an error in what she saw?
No.
I'll pass all this information
on to my investigators,
but without a victim,
without a body,
I don't know what we can do.
I don't know either.
Vickie was doing so
well, she was almost there,
on the verge of a breakthrough.
And now this.
Oh, Doctor Quincy, this
will set her back so far
she may never
come out alone again.
If you could meet her, you'd
know what I was talking about.
She'll be at the clinic tonight.
Maybe you can find
something in her story
that the police
missed. Will you come?
That much I can promise you.
Are you sure all
these are necessary?
I just wanted you to
explain agoraphobia
so I'll know what
to expect in there.
How can I explain in a nutshell
what has taken years to uncover?
Doctor Ranier. Oh, hi, Vickie.
I see.
Yeah, I understand. Of course.
No, no, you did the right thing.
I'll come out and see
you tomorrow morning.
Yes. And try not
to worry too much.
If you need me, call.
Bye.
- Vickie McGuire?
- Yeah.
Richard has to stay in
Sacramento a few more days
and she can't leave
her house alone.
Fourteen weeks
of intensive therapy.
Fourteen weeks of
hard, courageous work...
And she's back where
she was seven years ago.
She's been homebound
seven years?
That not unusual.
Some patients suffer fifteen,
twenty, even thirty years.
The hell of it is,
with the right
kind of treatment,
they can be well on their
way to recovery in four months.
Oh, listen, I'm
sorry, Doctor Quincy.
I'm just upset about Vickie.
And I made you drive out
here on a wild goose chase.
Please, don't worry about it.
In fact, I would still like to
sit in and learn a little more.
From what you've told me,
I don't think Vickie McGuire
imagined that murder.
It just doesn't sound right.
I'm glad to hear you say that.
Oh, and listen, ask
questions in there.
These people want you to
understand their condition.
I must be crazy to
come over here like this.
- Then why'd you bother?
- These.
Pictures of the front of the house,
pictures of the back of the house.
Memorize them,
Leon. Then burn 'em.
You told me this chick
never leaves her house.
How am I supposed to get to her?
Any way you can.
Okay. I guess I got no choice.
You're finally right, Leon.
- What about Marcella?
- I dumped her
like you told me.
And the junk?
I dumped that, too.
In another place.
Mr. Ganziano, sometimes
I think you don't trust me.
I told you, I got
rid of everything.
Good. Now just
get rid of this broad
and get out of town for a while.
I'll let you know
when the heat's off.
What about my money? I got
my money tied up in this, too.
Write it off, Leon.
Cost of doing business.
You'll make it
on the next score.
Sure, Mr. Ganziano.
Sure.
Well, unlike a lot of you,
I kind of felt it coming.
When Phillip and I went to the
movies or a play or something,
I was real uncomfortable.
I always had to have an
aisle seat way in the back so...
So I could run out if I had to
and no one would notice.
So, anyway,
about three years ago...
No, more like four years ago,
we were in this little
French restaurant,
you know, the one on PCH.
And they put us way in the back.
We just got our table
and were sitting down
when the first panic attack hit.
What was it like?
What did it feel like?
Oh, brother,
it was like nothing you'd
ever want to go through.
I had all the usual
physical symptoms
and I just knew I was dying.
I got lightheaded,
nauseous, my knees
began to buckle.
I was totally
disoriented, dizzy...
I knew I was going
to die right there
in the restaurant, because I...
I didn't think I was
breathing anymore.
I put my hand on my chest
to see if my lungs
were still working.
My pulse was probably
around 180 or something.
But the worst part was,
I thought I was
going absolutely crazy
and I couldn't do
anything about it.
But you know what to do
with those feelings now?
Let 'em pass.
Just let 'em wash
right through me.
At least I know now I'm
not gonna die from 'em.
I do my relaxation exercises,
I stop "what if-fing."
And let them pass right through.
Judy, please excuse
my ignorance about this,
but was that one panic attack
enough to lock you in your home
for, what did you say? Four years?
Oh, no, Doctor.
I kept functioning
reasonably well
for another year or so,
but my world kept sort
of shrinking, you know?
Naturally, I never went back
to that little French restaurant.
But then I got a
worse panic attack
in an elevator in a
department store.
Well, so much for elevators
and department stores.
Then it was, what if I have
an attack in a supermarket?
Or on a long bridge?
Or in a tunnel or...
Or on the freeway in
the middle of rush hour?
I just couldn't take the chance.
So my world got
smaller and smaller
until I couldn't leave my house.
It's hard to imagine
anything that frightening.
Doctor Quincy, what
you have to do is imagine
the most terrifying incident in
your life and magnify it ten times.
When you're stricken
by a panic attack,
when you think
you're going to die,
the terror is so overwhelming,
sometimes you think
you would rather die
than go through another attack.
And all of that says nothing
about how you feel trapped
in your house.
You're always
trapped in your house.
You're always depressed
because you can't go out.
Sometimes, even suicidal.
You're embarrassed, humiliated,
hurt...
You have to depend on
other people for everything.
From buying your
clothes to your food.
It's the worst
feeling in the world.
- Nice to meet you.
- Same here, Judy.
Thank you.
I had no idea agoraphobia
was that debilitating.
Now I understand what
Vickie McGuire is going through.
Vickie saw something
that sent her in a tailspin.
If we can't prove to
her that it was real,
she's in trouble.
I'm telling you, Sam, that
phobia therapy session
was fascinating.
Those people were gripped
by a fear that was so terrifying,
it completely
dominated their lives.
I've heard about phobias,
I just never met
anyone who had one.
That's where you're
probably wrong.
Doctor Ranier told me there
are over two hundred different,
specific phobias.
Necrophobia, acrophobia,
triskaidekaphobia.
- What's that?
- Fear of number thirteen.
You mean...
And that phobia actually
controls people's lives?
Absolutely.
What case is this?
Came in early this
morning. A Jane Doe.
Police report says some hikers
found her up near Angeles Crest.
Looks like she was
out there for a few days.
Yeah, but it's been cold enough
up there to prevent
too much decay.
Young woman, too.
No identity found near her.
No friends, no
family to identify her?
Well, the police
are going through
their missing persons
reports, but that takes time.
Her pigmentation,
her hair coloring...
Almost looks Hispanic.
It's possible. Sam,
take a look at this.
Yeah, I see... Cuts
along her neck.
There seems to be
a pattern to them.
A definite pattern.
Hand me the magnifier,
would you, please?
It's a braided pattern,
maybe from a chain.
Yeah, it does.
Feel the larynx, Sam.
I see it.
Chain snapped her cricoid cartilage
and separated it from the trachea.
That accounts for
the bruising there.
There are many petechial
hemorrhages around the eyes.
And that's what
probably killed her.
I'm sure you're right, Sam,
but let's find out for sure.
Let me have a scalpel, Sam.
Not much we can
tell from the dentition
except it doesn't look
like she's American.
Yeah.
I noticed the fluorosis
before and the heavy wear.
Flourosis like that usually
occurs in third world countries.
Sam, look at this esophagus.
That's dilated.
The changes we saw in the heart,
the chronic pericarditis,
and the enlarged spleen...
We won't know until we
get the micro-sections,
- but it looks
like Chagas disease.
- Chagas?
- Well, that's
definitely South American.
- Yeah.
Take a section from right here.
We may not know her name,
but we're getting close to her home.
- The Petri dish, Sam.
- Right.
Well, there is no question
she was asphyxiated
by some kind of chain
and the body was moved from
wherever the murder took place.
The chain, the
victim's description...
It all fits what Vickie
McGuire told Monahan.
She just may be
our missing victim.
I'll get right on the powder
we found under her fingernail.
And see if you can get a cast
of the chain pattern on her neck.
I want to give Monahan
all the ammunition we can.
Okay. I'll get on it.
Finished, Quincy?
All except the analysis of what
we found under her fingernail.
- And the cause of death?
- Manual strangulation.
Approximately two days ago.
You think she could
be the missing victim?
I'm not sure.
The body was discovered
in Angeles Crest
and that's a good
distance from Malibu.
I'm going to take a picture of
this woman up to Vickie McGuire.
Maybe she can tell us if
this is the woman she saw.
Monahan can send a
police artist up there.
This is one murder that
won't go unanswered.
Now just remember,
they're only photographs.
They can't hurt you.
Nor can the memory
of them hurt you.
Just take a good, hard
look at these pictures.
Really study her face.
Let me know if this is the woman
you saw attacked in the house.
Yes, this is the
woman. Absolutely.
Thank you.
I'll get it.
Do you know who she is?
Not yet, the police
are still working on it.
All we know right now is that
she was from South America.
So you don't know
why he killed her?
No.
Vickie, he has a good
chance of getting away with it.
He can get away with murder
unless you can
positively identify him.
Doctor Quincy,
as long as I live, I'll
never forget his face.
Hi, I'm Fraser from
the police department.
I'm an Identikit operator.
Doctor Quincy is expecting me.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
Yes, that's like his
hair. The same length.
The hairline was little lower.
Okay.
With a part in the middle, yes.
- More like this?
- Yes.
The eyes.
Just a tiny bit smaller
and closer together.
Like these.
Yes, yes... And the
nose... The nose is wrong.
It's wider, wider...
Like this.
Okay.
No, more like this.
That's him!
Dear God... That's the man.
I'm not crazy, after all.
How you doing, Sam?
You look like a man who
just won the Irish Sweeps.
Haven't won yet, but
we're in the running.
Finish the analysis
on that substance?
Yeah. And found
something very interesting.
I ran those tests on that
powder and came up with this...
- Cocaine.
- Yeah. And look at these.
High concentrations
of lactose and caffeine.
Which means she
was handling cocaine
cut with lactose and caffeine.
They don't usually use caffeine.
Right. And look at this...
Sam, that's terrific!
I made a mold of the impressions
on her neck with silicon rubber.
It's a replica of one
side of the chain.
I think it's close to the
chain that killed her.
Close? It got to be
almost a duplicate.
There's a tiny chip there.
This part is flattened.
Sam, do you realize
this chain has its
own fingerprint?
All we have to do is match
it up with the real one.
Yeah, but you've
got to find it first.
Oh, yeah. I found a
small metallic fragment
in the neck tissue and
analyzed it for composition.
The chain is 18 karat gold.
Sam, you're terrific.
I really owe you one.
I gotta get this
over to Monahan.
Quincy, we searched
every nook and cranny
of Ganziano's house.
There was no chain, no necklace,
nothing even
remotely similar to this.
But it wasn't found
on or near her body.
It could have fallen off
when the body was moved.
But what if it didn't?
What if it broke while
he was strangling her?
What if he took it off to sell?
If we can find it,
we can link Ganziano directly
to our Jane Doe's murder.
She's not a Jane Doe anymore.
Immigration confirmed that
her name is Marcella Antiqua,
a very well-known drug runner.
Of course. Now all the pieces
are beginning to fall together.
What do you mean?
She had some cocaine
on her, it was cut fifty-fifty
with a mixture of
lactose and caffeine.
What's that?
It a fine white powder
used as a laxative.
What if Marcella was the seller
and Ganziano was
buying with this guy?
So Ganziano and this
guy were in the house.
Something went
wrong with the buy
and this guy put the arm to her.
- Sounds good to me.
- Yeah. Sure does.
I'll have the boys in Narcotics
keep their eyes
open for that cocaine
cut with that stuff you said.
We still don't have
enough to nail Ganziano,
but maybe we can squeeze
him a little now. Let's go.
I've never seen this
man before in my life.
I think you have.
I think he was standing right
here in this room two days ago
and strangled Marcella Antiqua
right in front of that window.
And I think you have an
overactive imagination.
The only one with an
overactive imagination
is you if you think you
can slide past this one.
This man's picture will be in
every newspaper in the county.
And I guarantee you the police will
have him in custody by tomorrow night.
So why don't you just
make it easy on yourself
and tell us who he is?
I already told you. I've
never seen him before.
Now unless you're going
to read me my rights,
you can just get
the hell out of here.
For an intelligent
man, Mr. Ganziano,
you made one stupid mistake.
Having Marcella killed here
in front of an eyewitness.
We have the eyewitness and
we have your partner's picture.
If you change your mind,
you know who to call.
Don't say anything,
it's me. Just listen.
The cop got you pegged
down to your baby blues.
They got your picture.
I said don't say
anything and just listen.
That picture don't mean squat
if there's no witness
to verify it, understand?
You gotta take
care of her tonight.
Yeah. Tonight.
You guys just about done?
It's almost time to shave again.
What's going on?
They're testing cocaine samples
from busts we made
in the last 24 hours.
We're looking for cocaine cut
50-50 with lactose and caffeine.
We're hoping it'll tie Ganziano
to the murder of
Marcella Antiqua.
- How many samples do you have?
- Too many.
Quincy, take a look at this.
The peaks!
Yeah, I see it.
Lactose.
And caffeine.
That's the cut we've been
looking. Whose sample is this?
Uh, 43.
Forty-three, forty-three.
Bellicott. Mike Bellicott.
Yeah, I know the little punk.
Small time dealer. Real loser.
How's he tied up
with Marcella Antiqua?
I don't know. He's too small.
There's probably a
middleman somewhere.
Paul? Monahan.
What did we get
from this Bellicott?
Yeah, got it.
You get a warrant
and bust the place.
I'll meet you there. Thanks.
Well? You waiting
for an invitation?
Bellicott spilled his guts.
He bought the junk from a
guy named Leon Bohannon.
- Our boys are on their way.
- Let's go!
What the hell are
you doing here?
Put it away, Leon, don't be...
Stupid, Mr. Ganziano? Not me.
That broad down the beach isn't
the only one who can finger me.
The cops really put
the screws to you,
you make a little
deal and you get off.
And I buy the big one.
It doesn't work that way.
I'm an accomplice.
I'm in just as deep as you are.
Equal partners, Leon.
Equal partners.
One down.
One to go.
This is how you
narcs make a living?
Going through other
people's things?
What do you say,
Frank? How ya doin', Doc?
Depends on what you found.
Everything but the
man. Here. Take a look.
Did anybody touch that chain?
I didn't even see it in there.
This is it.
Are you sure that the one?
No doubt about it.
Here the flattened link,
the nick.
This is it, I'm telling you.
What's "it"?
The chain used to
strangle Marcella Antiqua.
What do you got
on this Bohannon?
Nothing yet.
Put the word out to
the boys on the street.
We'll turn him up.
You'd better put a few
more bodies on the street
and get an APB out for him.
It not just dope
anymore. It's murder.
- Oh, boy.
- Ganziano?
I'm going to pay him a call,
with a couple of black and whites.
Ralph! Quiet!
Ralph!
Ralph! Come here!
Ralph!
Okay, Victoria, settle down,
he'll come back in a few minutes...
Hello, operator.
Would you please...
Hello?
Operator.
Operator.
Oh, God... Who is there?
Who's there?
We waited for our back-up
and then we came in
through the rear side
and that's exactly
how we found him.
- Anyone touch anything?
- Not a thing.
We called your
department by radio...
It had to be Leon Bohannon!
Vickie!
Vickie!
Vickie! Vickie!
Phone's dead.
- I've got to use
your car radio!
- Who you calling?
The only person who might be able
to tell us where Vickie might run to.
Help me! He's going to kill me!
There's no one there, madam.
There she is.
Go to the elevator,
I'll grab the stairs.
No, no...
We're gonna get in the
elevator, we'll get in my car.
You make one
sound and I'll kill you.
Leon!
One step, I kill her.
Freeze, Bohannon or I'll
drop you where you stand!
All I'm saying is thank God
Dr. Ranier guessed right
that Vickie McGuire would
run to that shopping mall.
No, it was a lot more
than an educated guess.
That was the mall where Vickie's
husband took her to practice
mingling with the crowd.
It the only place she been
outside her home in seven years.
So it was the logical
place to run to.
Your bill.
$66 for two beers?
What's the matter, you having
trouble making your car payments?
The beers are a buck each.
You read the small print.
And what's the rest, a tip?
A tip? I'll give you a tip.
Give up poker! You're
looking at last week's marker.
That much?
Well, you guys will give me a
chance to get even tonight, huh?
Oh, please!
Come on! You have
to give me a chance!
I'm gonna win tonight.
Come on. Look. I got my
new lucky shirt and everything.
here to take a look again.
- She won't come out.
- What do you mean?
She's been homebound
for seven years?
I am treating her
for agoraphobia.
This may set her back so far that she
could never leave her home again alone.
He has a good chance
of getting away with this.
As long as I live, I'll
never forget his face.
I got rid of everything,
just like you said.
Now you get rid of the broad.
I don't believe that Vickie
imagined that murder at all.
Ahhh!
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
Vickie.
C'mon, kid, we're gonna be late.
Vickie? Come on. I
poured you some courage.
Aw, Vick...
Richard...
I... I just can't go.
Not today.
I can't make it.
Vick, why now?
Why did you wait
for the last minute?
I can't help it.
But we've been practicing.
How many times have we
gone to the shopping mall
to practice?
We got out, walked around,
brushed shoulders with strangers
like Doctor Ranier told us.
Listen to me.
For over three months now
we've been going
to the phobia center.
I've been at your side,
your support person,
every single session.
And I'm still going to
be your support person
every second of this trip.
I know. I know.
But what if there too
many people there?
What if I have an
attack? What if...
What if, what if...
What did Doctor Ranier
tell you about "what if-fing"?
I know what she said.
Believe me,
I understand it up here.
But that doesn't make
it easier down here.
The cab's here.
Vickie, you can do it.
Believe me, I
know you can do it.
Richie, please, I can't.
It... It's too soon.
Too soon?
You've been holed up
here for seven years!
Don't tell me it too soon.
Please don't make me feel
any worse than I already do.
You go without me. I...
I promise I'll go with
you on the next trip.
Now how the hell am I
supposed to leave you alone?
I'll be fine, really.
If I need anything,
I'll call Jan.
You're sure?
It's too late to
cancel. I'd better go.
Call me at the hotel
if you need anything.
And I'll try to get home
in two or three days.
Be careful.
What to be careful
in Sacramento?
I'll call you.
"Face the fear.
"And the fear will disappear."
Oh, Ralph...
Why didn't you decide
to go an hour ago?
Okay, okay. I heard
you the first time.
I'll call Jan and have
her take you out.
You know what I'm
going to do, knucklehead?
I'm going to take
you out myself.
Nope, no applause, please.
Just give me a second
to throw on some jeans
and it you and me, kid.
Okay, now relax, relax.
"Face the fear and
the fear will disappear."
Ralph,
this may be the
shortest walk of your life.
Leave me!
You know, we've had this
game planned for weeks,
how could he be late?
He not late, just changing.
What are you
waiting for? Let's go.
What's so funny?
I didn't know this was
a costume poker game.
I would've worn my
mask with the rhinestones.
Very funny. This
is my lucky shirt.
I never lose when
I'm wearing it.
That what you said
about your last shirt...
Before you lost it
to Sergeant Brill.
I'm not gonna lose to
his person, I'll tell you that.
- Let's go.
- Oh, you think?
Lab, Fujiyama.
Yeah, he's here. Just a minute.
- Is that for me?
- Yeah.
How do they know where to
find you? It's Sunday afternoon.
How do I know? Monahan.
Yeah...
Give me that address again.
Okay, got it. Have
Brill meet me there
in fifteen minutes.
Right.
You guys better go without me.
- I just clocked in.
- What is it?
Possible homicide up in Malibu.
I got a black and white out
there, I've got to check it out.
- Want me to ride along?
- No.
They got an eyewitness but
can't seem to find the body.
But don't wander
too far from a phone.
I may need you yet.
Come on, we'll play Spit in
the Ocean. You ever play that?
- Evening, Lieutenant.
- D'Arcy. What do we got?
Zip. Nothing.
No body, no signs
of a struggle, zero.
He said he was home
alone watching TV.
Mr. Ganziano. I'm Lieutenant
Monahan, Homicide.
Yes, hi. Nick Ganziano.
The officer said
you were coming.
Lieutenant, I honestly don't
know what this is all about.
Mr. Ganziano,
we have an eyewitness that
claims you attacked a woman
in this room not an hour ago.
Yeah, I know. But
like I told the others,
I never left my chair once
except to go to the bathroom.
I was alone all day.
Lieutenant!
Lieutenant!
Lieutenant! Out here...
Is there a way out there?
Right through that
door, down the steps.
Stay with him.
What ya got?
The murder. There.
Turn on the TV! Turn it on.
For this I'm missing the
poker game of the decade.
For this.
And Quincy was so
ripe for the picking.
All right, bring the
eyewitness down here
to take another
look at Ganziano.
- She won't come out.
- What do you mean?
Nice lady, but she says she
has some kind of condition
and won't come out
of her house again.
Don't tell me we're dealing
with a real banana here.
I just want to show her the TV
and have her look at Ganziano.
She won't come. I already tried.
Then we'll take Ganziano
down to the witness
and put this whole
thing to bed right now!
No.
No... He not the man I saw.
You're sure, Mrs. McGuire?
Positive.
The man I saw in the
window was younger.
Maybe twenty five. And taller.
Okay.
Mr. Ganziano, thank
you for your cooperation.
Sergeant Brill will
take you home.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
I'm just glad we
cleared this all up.
I'm sorry if my
TV frightened you.
I just moved into
the neighborhood.
I'll move the television set.
Lieutenant, since this is not
the man Mrs. McGuire saw,
it seems obvious to me
there was another
man in the house.
Someone you should be pursuing.
We're looking
into that possibility.
Doctor Ranier, is it?
You're a psychologist, right?
Mrs. McGuire's therapist?
Yes, but I don't see what
that has to do with anything.
Just asking.
Mrs. McGuire,
before you went to walk your dog,
how much did you have to drink?
- Lieutenant!
- I... I had a glass of wine.
No. Two. I had two glasses.
Lieutenant,
I don't think you believe
that I saw what I saw.
No, that not true.
I believe you saw something,
but let face it,
the sun was in your eyes,
you were pretty
far from the window,
you said you were
scared to be out alone,
had a drink...
I know what I saw.
She was a young Latino
woman with long black hair.
Okay, we've got all that.
We'll continue to investigate.
I hope you do.
Oh, my God.
My God, I'm going
crazy, Doctor Ranier,
I really am going crazy!
Maybe I didn't see what I saw,
maybe I imagined the whole thing!
And I accused that poor man
of committing a murder.
You're not going crazy, Vickie.
Trust me, you're
not going crazy.
It's about time.
I just love bein' holed
up with a stiff all day.
Yeah, yeah, now just
get her out of here fast.
Dump her and dump all
this junk someplace else.
There a half million
dollars sittin' in those bags.
Listen to me.
That woman on the
beach saw the whole thing.
She described you
down to your dental work.
So what?
So unless you want to
spend the rest of your life
in the Greybar hotel,
you'll move your butt now.
And don't forget that necklace.
Get rid of it someplace else.
That necklace is solid gold!
Lose it!
And while you're at
it, start thinking about
getting rid of that eyewitness.
Between that necklace
and the witness,
we can be looking at
some very serious time.
All right, just
listen to the doctor.
Hot bath, glass of brandy,
good night's sleep. Okay?
Okay.
If you need me, you
know where to reach me.
Thanks. I know.
What else is there to say?
Thanks for being here.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Good night.
Drive careful!
I'm telling you, Quincy,
you should burn your
lucky shirt and give up poker.
Yeah? Well, I was doing
just fine until Monahan
showed up two hours late.
Fine? You lost just
about every hand.
But I was making a big comeback.
Doctor Quincy?
This is Doctor Ranier.
She insisted on seeing
you. Says she's an old friend.
- Sorry...
- You don't recognize me.
- No.
- Doctor Ranier?
Alicia.
Two years ago, the County
Commission on Mental Health?
Oh, yes, of course I do.
It's okay, Pete,
thanks. How are you?
Confused. I'm looking for
a body. A murder victim.
I'm sad to say, you've
come to the right place.
We get about six a day.
Who are you looking for?
I don't know. A young
Hispanic woman,
twenty to twenty-five
years old, slender,
long black hair...
She was murdered
in Malibu yesterday.
No, I'm pretty sure no one
fitting that description came in.
Malibu?
Lieutenant Monahan
investigated a case there yesterday.
Yeah, I know. I
met him out there.
Somebody reported a murder,
but they couldn't find anything.
Doctor Quincy, can
we talk somewhere?
- Privately?
- Sure. Let go back there.
If I may, is your interest in
this personal or professional?
A little of both.
One of my patients was the
woman who reported the murder.
The alleged murder.
And your Lieutenant
Monahan stopped
just short of suggesting it
was a drunken fantasy of hers.
Monahan may be a little
rough around the edges,
but he is a very competent
and sensitive police officer.
He did tell me, though, the
witness had some kind of illness.
No. I'm treating
her for agoraphobia.
Agoraphobia is definitely
not a mental defect,
disease or illness.
It is a condition.
An emotional anxiety state.
But its victims
are not, by any stretch
of the imagination, insane,
imbalanced or mentally ill.
Alicia, I don't doubt
what you're saying,
but from what Monahan
told me, the police arrived
within six minutes of the call
and there weren't
even signs of a struggle.
I know, Doctor Quincy.
But let me tell you something
about agoraphobics.
First of all, they are usually
very sensitive and very intelligent.
They are perfectionists
since they must control
every aspect of
their environment.
They pick up details
about things around them
that you and I
would hardly notice.
Now that does that
sound like a woman
who would make that grave
an error in what she saw?
No.
I'll pass all this information
on to my investigators,
but without a victim,
without a body,
I don't know what we can do.
I don't know either.
Vickie was doing so
well, she was almost there,
on the verge of a breakthrough.
And now this.
Oh, Doctor Quincy, this
will set her back so far
she may never
come out alone again.
If you could meet her, you'd
know what I was talking about.
She'll be at the clinic tonight.
Maybe you can find
something in her story
that the police
missed. Will you come?
That much I can promise you.
Are you sure all
these are necessary?
I just wanted you to
explain agoraphobia
so I'll know what
to expect in there.
How can I explain in a nutshell
what has taken years to uncover?
Doctor Ranier. Oh, hi, Vickie.
I see.
Yeah, I understand. Of course.
No, no, you did the right thing.
I'll come out and see
you tomorrow morning.
Yes. And try not
to worry too much.
If you need me, call.
Bye.
- Vickie McGuire?
- Yeah.
Richard has to stay in
Sacramento a few more days
and she can't leave
her house alone.
Fourteen weeks
of intensive therapy.
Fourteen weeks of
hard, courageous work...
And she's back where
she was seven years ago.
She's been homebound
seven years?
That not unusual.
Some patients suffer fifteen,
twenty, even thirty years.
The hell of it is,
with the right
kind of treatment,
they can be well on their
way to recovery in four months.
Oh, listen, I'm
sorry, Doctor Quincy.
I'm just upset about Vickie.
And I made you drive out
here on a wild goose chase.
Please, don't worry about it.
In fact, I would still like to
sit in and learn a little more.
From what you've told me,
I don't think Vickie McGuire
imagined that murder.
It just doesn't sound right.
I'm glad to hear you say that.
Oh, and listen, ask
questions in there.
These people want you to
understand their condition.
I must be crazy to
come over here like this.
- Then why'd you bother?
- These.
Pictures of the front of the house,
pictures of the back of the house.
Memorize them,
Leon. Then burn 'em.
You told me this chick
never leaves her house.
How am I supposed to get to her?
Any way you can.
Okay. I guess I got no choice.
You're finally right, Leon.
- What about Marcella?
- I dumped her
like you told me.
And the junk?
I dumped that, too.
In another place.
Mr. Ganziano, sometimes
I think you don't trust me.
I told you, I got
rid of everything.
Good. Now just
get rid of this broad
and get out of town for a while.
I'll let you know
when the heat's off.
What about my money? I got
my money tied up in this, too.
Write it off, Leon.
Cost of doing business.
You'll make it
on the next score.
Sure, Mr. Ganziano.
Sure.
Well, unlike a lot of you,
I kind of felt it coming.
When Phillip and I went to the
movies or a play or something,
I was real uncomfortable.
I always had to have an
aisle seat way in the back so...
So I could run out if I had to
and no one would notice.
So, anyway,
about three years ago...
No, more like four years ago,
we were in this little
French restaurant,
you know, the one on PCH.
And they put us way in the back.
We just got our table
and were sitting down
when the first panic attack hit.
What was it like?
What did it feel like?
Oh, brother,
it was like nothing you'd
ever want to go through.
I had all the usual
physical symptoms
and I just knew I was dying.
I got lightheaded,
nauseous, my knees
began to buckle.
I was totally
disoriented, dizzy...
I knew I was going
to die right there
in the restaurant, because I...
I didn't think I was
breathing anymore.
I put my hand on my chest
to see if my lungs
were still working.
My pulse was probably
around 180 or something.
But the worst part was,
I thought I was
going absolutely crazy
and I couldn't do
anything about it.
But you know what to do
with those feelings now?
Let 'em pass.
Just let 'em wash
right through me.
At least I know now I'm
not gonna die from 'em.
I do my relaxation exercises,
I stop "what if-fing."
And let them pass right through.
Judy, please excuse
my ignorance about this,
but was that one panic attack
enough to lock you in your home
for, what did you say? Four years?
Oh, no, Doctor.
I kept functioning
reasonably well
for another year or so,
but my world kept sort
of shrinking, you know?
Naturally, I never went back
to that little French restaurant.
But then I got a
worse panic attack
in an elevator in a
department store.
Well, so much for elevators
and department stores.
Then it was, what if I have
an attack in a supermarket?
Or on a long bridge?
Or in a tunnel or...
Or on the freeway in
the middle of rush hour?
I just couldn't take the chance.
So my world got
smaller and smaller
until I couldn't leave my house.
It's hard to imagine
anything that frightening.
Doctor Quincy, what
you have to do is imagine
the most terrifying incident in
your life and magnify it ten times.
When you're stricken
by a panic attack,
when you think
you're going to die,
the terror is so overwhelming,
sometimes you think
you would rather die
than go through another attack.
And all of that says nothing
about how you feel trapped
in your house.
You're always
trapped in your house.
You're always depressed
because you can't go out.
Sometimes, even suicidal.
You're embarrassed, humiliated,
hurt...
You have to depend on
other people for everything.
From buying your
clothes to your food.
It's the worst
feeling in the world.
- Nice to meet you.
- Same here, Judy.
Thank you.
I had no idea agoraphobia
was that debilitating.
Now I understand what
Vickie McGuire is going through.
Vickie saw something
that sent her in a tailspin.
If we can't prove to
her that it was real,
she's in trouble.
I'm telling you, Sam, that
phobia therapy session
was fascinating.
Those people were gripped
by a fear that was so terrifying,
it completely
dominated their lives.
I've heard about phobias,
I just never met
anyone who had one.
That's where you're
probably wrong.
Doctor Ranier told me there
are over two hundred different,
specific phobias.
Necrophobia, acrophobia,
triskaidekaphobia.
- What's that?
- Fear of number thirteen.
You mean...
And that phobia actually
controls people's lives?
Absolutely.
What case is this?
Came in early this
morning. A Jane Doe.
Police report says some hikers
found her up near Angeles Crest.
Looks like she was
out there for a few days.
Yeah, but it's been cold enough
up there to prevent
too much decay.
Young woman, too.
No identity found near her.
No friends, no
family to identify her?
Well, the police
are going through
their missing persons
reports, but that takes time.
Her pigmentation,
her hair coloring...
Almost looks Hispanic.
It's possible. Sam,
take a look at this.
Yeah, I see... Cuts
along her neck.
There seems to be
a pattern to them.
A definite pattern.
Hand me the magnifier,
would you, please?
It's a braided pattern,
maybe from a chain.
Yeah, it does.
Feel the larynx, Sam.
I see it.
Chain snapped her cricoid cartilage
and separated it from the trachea.
That accounts for
the bruising there.
There are many petechial
hemorrhages around the eyes.
And that's what
probably killed her.
I'm sure you're right, Sam,
but let's find out for sure.
Let me have a scalpel, Sam.
Not much we can
tell from the dentition
except it doesn't look
like she's American.
Yeah.
I noticed the fluorosis
before and the heavy wear.
Flourosis like that usually
occurs in third world countries.
Sam, look at this esophagus.
That's dilated.
The changes we saw in the heart,
the chronic pericarditis,
and the enlarged spleen...
We won't know until we
get the micro-sections,
- but it looks
like Chagas disease.
- Chagas?
- Well, that's
definitely South American.
- Yeah.
Take a section from right here.
We may not know her name,
but we're getting close to her home.
- The Petri dish, Sam.
- Right.
Well, there is no question
she was asphyxiated
by some kind of chain
and the body was moved from
wherever the murder took place.
The chain, the
victim's description...
It all fits what Vickie
McGuire told Monahan.
She just may be
our missing victim.
I'll get right on the powder
we found under her fingernail.
And see if you can get a cast
of the chain pattern on her neck.
I want to give Monahan
all the ammunition we can.
Okay. I'll get on it.
Finished, Quincy?
All except the analysis of what
we found under her fingernail.
- And the cause of death?
- Manual strangulation.
Approximately two days ago.
You think she could
be the missing victim?
I'm not sure.
The body was discovered
in Angeles Crest
and that's a good
distance from Malibu.
I'm going to take a picture of
this woman up to Vickie McGuire.
Maybe she can tell us if
this is the woman she saw.
Monahan can send a
police artist up there.
This is one murder that
won't go unanswered.
Now just remember,
they're only photographs.
They can't hurt you.
Nor can the memory
of them hurt you.
Just take a good, hard
look at these pictures.
Really study her face.
Let me know if this is the woman
you saw attacked in the house.
Yes, this is the
woman. Absolutely.
Thank you.
I'll get it.
Do you know who she is?
Not yet, the police
are still working on it.
All we know right now is that
she was from South America.
So you don't know
why he killed her?
No.
Vickie, he has a good
chance of getting away with it.
He can get away with murder
unless you can
positively identify him.
Doctor Quincy,
as long as I live, I'll
never forget his face.
Hi, I'm Fraser from
the police department.
I'm an Identikit operator.
Doctor Quincy is expecting me.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
Yes, that's like his
hair. The same length.
The hairline was little lower.
Okay.
With a part in the middle, yes.
- More like this?
- Yes.
The eyes.
Just a tiny bit smaller
and closer together.
Like these.
Yes, yes... And the
nose... The nose is wrong.
It's wider, wider...
Like this.
Okay.
No, more like this.
That's him!
Dear God... That's the man.
I'm not crazy, after all.
How you doing, Sam?
You look like a man who
just won the Irish Sweeps.
Haven't won yet, but
we're in the running.
Finish the analysis
on that substance?
Yeah. And found
something very interesting.
I ran those tests on that
powder and came up with this...
- Cocaine.
- Yeah. And look at these.
High concentrations
of lactose and caffeine.
Which means she
was handling cocaine
cut with lactose and caffeine.
They don't usually use caffeine.
Right. And look at this...
Sam, that's terrific!
I made a mold of the impressions
on her neck with silicon rubber.
It's a replica of one
side of the chain.
I think it's close to the
chain that killed her.
Close? It got to be
almost a duplicate.
There's a tiny chip there.
This part is flattened.
Sam, do you realize
this chain has its
own fingerprint?
All we have to do is match
it up with the real one.
Yeah, but you've
got to find it first.
Oh, yeah. I found a
small metallic fragment
in the neck tissue and
analyzed it for composition.
The chain is 18 karat gold.
Sam, you're terrific.
I really owe you one.
I gotta get this
over to Monahan.
Quincy, we searched
every nook and cranny
of Ganziano's house.
There was no chain, no necklace,
nothing even
remotely similar to this.
But it wasn't found
on or near her body.
It could have fallen off
when the body was moved.
But what if it didn't?
What if it broke while
he was strangling her?
What if he took it off to sell?
If we can find it,
we can link Ganziano directly
to our Jane Doe's murder.
She's not a Jane Doe anymore.
Immigration confirmed that
her name is Marcella Antiqua,
a very well-known drug runner.
Of course. Now all the pieces
are beginning to fall together.
What do you mean?
She had some cocaine
on her, it was cut fifty-fifty
with a mixture of
lactose and caffeine.
What's that?
It a fine white powder
used as a laxative.
What if Marcella was the seller
and Ganziano was
buying with this guy?
So Ganziano and this
guy were in the house.
Something went
wrong with the buy
and this guy put the arm to her.
- Sounds good to me.
- Yeah. Sure does.
I'll have the boys in Narcotics
keep their eyes
open for that cocaine
cut with that stuff you said.
We still don't have
enough to nail Ganziano,
but maybe we can squeeze
him a little now. Let's go.
I've never seen this
man before in my life.
I think you have.
I think he was standing right
here in this room two days ago
and strangled Marcella Antiqua
right in front of that window.
And I think you have an
overactive imagination.
The only one with an
overactive imagination
is you if you think you
can slide past this one.
This man's picture will be in
every newspaper in the county.
And I guarantee you the police will
have him in custody by tomorrow night.
So why don't you just
make it easy on yourself
and tell us who he is?
I already told you. I've
never seen him before.
Now unless you're going
to read me my rights,
you can just get
the hell out of here.
For an intelligent
man, Mr. Ganziano,
you made one stupid mistake.
Having Marcella killed here
in front of an eyewitness.
We have the eyewitness and
we have your partner's picture.
If you change your mind,
you know who to call.
Don't say anything,
it's me. Just listen.
The cop got you pegged
down to your baby blues.
They got your picture.
I said don't say
anything and just listen.
That picture don't mean squat
if there's no witness
to verify it, understand?
You gotta take
care of her tonight.
Yeah. Tonight.
You guys just about done?
It's almost time to shave again.
What's going on?
They're testing cocaine samples
from busts we made
in the last 24 hours.
We're looking for cocaine cut
50-50 with lactose and caffeine.
We're hoping it'll tie Ganziano
to the murder of
Marcella Antiqua.
- How many samples do you have?
- Too many.
Quincy, take a look at this.
The peaks!
Yeah, I see it.
Lactose.
And caffeine.
That's the cut we've been
looking. Whose sample is this?
Uh, 43.
Forty-three, forty-three.
Bellicott. Mike Bellicott.
Yeah, I know the little punk.
Small time dealer. Real loser.
How's he tied up
with Marcella Antiqua?
I don't know. He's too small.
There's probably a
middleman somewhere.
Paul? Monahan.
What did we get
from this Bellicott?
Yeah, got it.
You get a warrant
and bust the place.
I'll meet you there. Thanks.
Well? You waiting
for an invitation?
Bellicott spilled his guts.
He bought the junk from a
guy named Leon Bohannon.
- Our boys are on their way.
- Let's go!
What the hell are
you doing here?
Put it away, Leon, don't be...
Stupid, Mr. Ganziano? Not me.
That broad down the beach isn't
the only one who can finger me.
The cops really put
the screws to you,
you make a little
deal and you get off.
And I buy the big one.
It doesn't work that way.
I'm an accomplice.
I'm in just as deep as you are.
Equal partners, Leon.
Equal partners.
One down.
One to go.
This is how you
narcs make a living?
Going through other
people's things?
What do you say,
Frank? How ya doin', Doc?
Depends on what you found.
Everything but the
man. Here. Take a look.
Did anybody touch that chain?
I didn't even see it in there.
This is it.
Are you sure that the one?
No doubt about it.
Here the flattened link,
the nick.
This is it, I'm telling you.
What's "it"?
The chain used to
strangle Marcella Antiqua.
What do you got
on this Bohannon?
Nothing yet.
Put the word out to
the boys on the street.
We'll turn him up.
You'd better put a few
more bodies on the street
and get an APB out for him.
It not just dope
anymore. It's murder.
- Oh, boy.
- Ganziano?
I'm going to pay him a call,
with a couple of black and whites.
Ralph! Quiet!
Ralph!
Ralph! Come here!
Ralph!
Okay, Victoria, settle down,
he'll come back in a few minutes...
Hello, operator.
Would you please...
Hello?
Operator.
Operator.
Oh, God... Who is there?
Who's there?
We waited for our back-up
and then we came in
through the rear side
and that's exactly
how we found him.
- Anyone touch anything?
- Not a thing.
We called your
department by radio...
It had to be Leon Bohannon!
Vickie!
Vickie!
Vickie! Vickie!
Phone's dead.
- I've got to use
your car radio!
- Who you calling?
The only person who might be able
to tell us where Vickie might run to.
Help me! He's going to kill me!
There's no one there, madam.
There she is.
Go to the elevator,
I'll grab the stairs.
No, no...
We're gonna get in the
elevator, we'll get in my car.
You make one
sound and I'll kill you.
Leon!
One step, I kill her.
Freeze, Bohannon or I'll
drop you where you stand!
All I'm saying is thank God
Dr. Ranier guessed right
that Vickie McGuire would
run to that shopping mall.
No, it was a lot more
than an educated guess.
That was the mall where Vickie's
husband took her to practice
mingling with the crowd.
It the only place she been
outside her home in seven years.
So it was the logical
place to run to.
Your bill.
$66 for two beers?
What's the matter, you having
trouble making your car payments?
The beers are a buck each.
You read the small print.
And what's the rest, a tip?
A tip? I'll give you a tip.
Give up poker! You're
looking at last week's marker.
That much?
Well, you guys will give me a
chance to get even tonight, huh?
Oh, please!
Come on! You have
to give me a chance!
I'm gonna win tonight.
Come on. Look. I got my
new lucky shirt and everything.