The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 5, Episode 14 - Who Killed Helen French? - full transcript

♪♪

Hello!

Oh, uh, Doug, uh...

I-I forgot to tell Helen
something before we left.

Is she still up?

What do you mean, is she
still up? What do you think?!

Uh, this is Betty Rollins.

May I speak to
Helen for a moment?

What, checking up, huh?

Huh?! Well,
listen, the next time

you and Ed are invited
to a party over here,



do me a favor... don't come!

♪♪

Who was that?

Now, please don't
drink anymore; it's late.

It's early!

You leave it alone!

Doug, please, the neighbors.

I said leave that alone!

All right, all right!

And there's...

and there's blood all over
everything; it's just horrible.

That man is crazy
when he's drunk.

He's killed her, I
just know he has.

Mrs. Rollins... did
you call the police?



Yes, and I... I should
have done it last night.

- Where's the husband?
- He's inside.

- Dan, talk to her.
- The man is brutal

when he's drunk,
we all knew that,

but I had no idea
he'd go this far.

- Your name?
- Betty Rollins.

Mr. French?

Who the hell are you, now?

Lieutenant Mike Stone.

Yeah. Yeah, well,
what is the big deal?

I must've had a little argument
with my wife, and she took off.

Hey, you guys have no right.

You're listening to
a hysterical woman.

You had an argument?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Did, uh, this happen
during the argument?

That...

I don't know. I spilled
something, maybe.

♪♪

- And you kept getting a busy signal?
- Yes, and then

when I got here this morning,
the phone was off the hook.

It was just lying there.

If your wife just left,

wouldn't she have
taken her purse?

Don't ask me; ask her
when she comes back.

She always comes back.

Well, until she does, you're
the only one I can talk to.

There appears to be bloodstains

here and in the bathroom.

Was your wife hurt
during the argument?

I don't know. What argument?

Well, now, uh, is that
your car parked outside?

Yeah. Why?

Your wife is missing.

She didn't take her
purse... or your car.

Maybe she called
someone to pick her up.

I don't know.

Do you mind if I borrow
this? It's her address book.

I don't care.

Thank you.

Did you go anywhere last night?

No.

I-I stayed right here.

I had a few, I went
to sleep, and that's all.

But I still don't know what
the big deal is all about.

Well, your wife is missing
under a set of circumstances

you can't explain.

Now, that may not be a big
deal as far as you're concerned...

but...

I'm gonna have to ask you
to stay with this policeman

until the lab men check
out the rest of the house.

Maybe they can
explain things you can't.

So, what did you notice
when you first drove up?

- Hysterical lady...
- Excuse me.

What happened to the lady?

She left me for her hairdresser.

- Couldn't fight it.
- Anything?

Yeah, she said Mrs.
French has an appointment

with a dentist this morning;
we'll have to find the name.

Well, I've got her address
book here; maybe it's in here.

They had a party last night.

I got the names; five couples.

Mr. French managed to
insult most of them by midnight,

and they all left.

- Yeah. He's got problems.
- Yeah.

He passed out, and he...
couldn't tell me anything

about bloodstains in the
living room or the bathroom...

and then he had a
hard time explaining...

well, what looked like a... a
burnt blouse in the fireplace.

He's got another
problem; take a look at this.

Could be bloodstains
there on the front seat.

Take a look at this.

That looks very fresh to me.

It sure does, doesn't it?

But he said he didn't
go anywhere last night.

We don't have
anything to hold him on,

but that doesn't mean
we can't impound his car.

Let's find out how
recent this dent is.

I want this car brought in.

Very recent, Lieutenant.

- Last few hours.
- You're sure?

No oxidation at all on
the fresh scraped metal.

Did you get a sample of
that stain on the front seat?

Yeah. Fingerprint
section also lifted

- some latent prints from inside.
- Well, can you get a make

- on that blue paint that's here?
- We'll do what we can.

Don't forget the tires,
will you? The mud, the dirt.

- Next on the list, Lieutenant.
- Good.

Here's something you
might find interesting.

We found this credit card
receipt on the front seat.

It's a car wash.

Made out yesterday.

That means that these
were left here since then.

Lipstick on both of them.

Maybe your lady in question
was driving the car herself.

Oh, no way.

Why not?

I checked out Helen
French's purse.

There were no cigarettes,
matches or lighter.

I say she's a nonsmoker.

Well, she's also nonexistent
since midnight last night.

Nobody from the party
has heard from her,

cab companies don't
show a call at that address,

and she's not a
patient in any hospital.

What about her
dental appointment?

She didn't keep it. I
talked to her dentist,

and he said she didn't even
call to cancel her appointment,

which is, quote, "very
unlike Mrs. French."

Did you check out
our accident reports?

Four hit-and-runs
so far from last night.

None of them seem to
match up with French's car.

All right, until anything
more turns up...

we'll just have to keep
looking for the lady.

- Uh?
- That's right.

Every name in that
book, one by one by one.

So you know Mr. and Mrs. French?

Sure. But I haven't seen Helen
or Doug for a couple of years

ever since my mouth healed up.

Forgot to duck, huh?

Who needs a guy like that?

Mrs. French still has you and
your wife in her address book.

Have you heard from her?

No. I think she was embarrassed
to call after what happened.

Did you and Mr. French
used to work together?

Sure. Doug and I used to
peddle for the same company.

Then Doug switched
to this new outfit.

Shot up in the company.

Fat expense
account, lots of booze.

Booze is one thing
he couldn't handle.

Believe me, it
cost me two teeth.

I don't know how Helen
takes it. She must think

the only two colors in the
world are black and blue.

He beats her? You
know that for sure?

Nobody runs into
doors that often.

My wife used to see her

after she'd spent a week
in that private hospital.

Still wearing shades to
cover up the black eyes.

Face like a lump.

Do you know what private
hospital she went to?

Kind of a convalescent place.

Uh, Payson.

No, Pearson.

Helen used to go
there to cover for Doug.

I thought I had managed

to keep my name out of
police records, Lieutenant.

Don't tell me some gentleman
has filed a complaint.

No, your name isn't
in the police records.

It's right here in Helen
French's address book:

"Soams. Angela Soams."

Excuse me.

Hello.

Well, of course I remember you.

Aren't you sweet to say so.

Uh, give me half an hour...

to become desirable.

All right.

Oh, I know.

I'll be there.

I really shouldn't talk that
way in front of a cop, should I?

It's 12 years since
I've worked with Vice.

Oh, Lieutenant, I'm
an interior decorator.

A gentleman calls, and I
go over and decorate his...

otherwise bleak
world for a while.

Well, interior decorating
isn't in my department.

I'm looking for Helen French.

Oh, God, don't tell me
he's beaten her up again.

We don't know what's
happened to her.

By any chance she hadn't called
you since last night, did she?

No.

Poor Helen.

Poor lost Helen.

I hope you never find her.

She was a prisoner.

That's the kind it
happens to, you know.

What happens?

I've known Helen
since high school.

Did you know her husband?

Thank heavens, no.

Our friendship was separate
from that side of her life.

Helen married the first man
who stole her innocence:

Doug French.

Big shot. Going places.

Not long, the little girl
becomes a doormat.

Then she becomes a punching bag.

She told you all that?

Mm. I often wished

his girlfriend could see
him beating up on his wife.

He beat his wife?

And you say he has a girlfriend?

Mm. Oh, Helen knew about it.

Uh... Susan somebody or other.

Maybe that explains
the cigarette butts

in the ashtray, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

The lab says that
the blood found

on the carpet, in the bathroom

and on that scrap of woman's
blouse from the, uh, fireplace

all matched the blood
in the car... type O.

And according to the
Pearson Convalescent Hospital

where Helen French has
been an occasional patient,

her blood type is O.

And they haven't
heard from her this time?

Nope.

Tried to get some
particulars, but they're, uh,

closemouthed.

They said that
her regular doctor's

in St. Louis
attending a seminar.

So she didn't go back
to her regular hospital,

none of her friends
have heard from her.

I don't like it.

Pick him up?

On what charge... assault?

We can't make that stick.

Come on, Mike. Don't
you think we're dealing

with something more
than a messy house

and a missing person's report?

Sure, but what have
we got? Nothing!

Unless we can prove that he lied

about never leaving
the house last night.

Okay, so we have to prove

he had opportunity to
dispose of the body, right?

Mm-hmm. Exactly.

Now you're cooking.

Homicide. Stone.

Yeah, that fits.

Is the witness still there?

Okay, we're on our way.

Early morning hit-and-run.
Just reported. Sounds good.

Did you say witness?

- That's what I said. Come on.
- Let's go.

I'm-I'm just coming
off work. Night shift.

I'm a waiter in this
restaurant right here.

And, uh, I come out for my car,

and I see this big bozo
weaving all over the street.

Almost hits me.

Did you see the car?

A yellow sedan.

And wham, he
smacks right into me.

Parked. Just sitting here.

What time did it happen?

Oh, about 2:30 in the morning.

I remember. I had
just cleaned up,

walked out and...

I figured I'd better
check it today,

you know, for my insurance.

The car's been sitting
here since the accident.

Did you see the
driver of the vehicle?

This close he
was. Almost hit me.

Oh, yeah, a big guy.

Um, reddish hair,
uh, Navy blue jacket.

Douglas French was arrested

on suspicion of murder today

following the unexplained
disappearance

of his wife, Helen.

While police will not
reveal what evidence

they have gathered
to support the charge,

they are reportedly
seeking a mystery woman

in connection with the case...

Oh, well, Susan. So now
you're a mystery woman.

You worried about this?

Damned right I am.

Your Honor, the people
strongly recommend

that a higher bail be set
in this particular instance.

The evidence clearly indicates
the defendant attempted

to mislead the
investigating officers

about where he was
on the night in question.

Your Honor, if the investigating
officers have been misled,

it is only by their own zeal
to string together flimsy bits

of purely
circumstantial evidence.

All right. All right, gentlemen.

Let's don't try the defendant

nor the San Francisco
Police Department today.

Mr. Filer, your motion for
a continuance is denied.

The, uh, defendant is bound
over for a preliminary hearing

before the Superior Court
on, um, the twenty-fifth.

9:00 a.m...

Mike, I got something for you.

Bail is set at $25,000.

Court's adjourned.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

What's the matter?

The D.A. made
it stick, didn't he?

Yeah, sure.

But a tough jury could
make it come unstuck.

Our job isn't done yet.

His company's
making bail for him.

Good. I'm glad.

Maybe he'll get
nervous, stumble around

and show us where
he hid the body.

If you like bodies, I
found a warm one.

Our mystery lady's
no mystery anymore.

The lab came up with the lady

who left her prints
in French's car.

Now, you bring good
news. Where do we go?

That's the kicker.

Her name's Susan Ross,

and she lives just two blocks

from where French
slammed into that other car.

Don't give me an answer
now. I want you to mull it over.

If you think I'm
guilty, take a walk.

I'm going to find somebody else.

That's just your
problem, you know.

I don't know what to think.

You haven't told me anything.

I told you. I don't
know anything.

I passed out. I can't remember.

Doug, no jury in the
world is going to buy that.

Now listen to me. I've
got to be honest with you.

I tried to make a
great show in there

of sweeping circumstantial
evidence away

like it was so much dirt.

Well, it isn't. It's
damned incriminating,

and there are plenty of
guys doing life right now

on a whole lot less.

Do you understand that?

So I've got to have the truth.

I mean, if it's bad,
we'll plea bargain.

We'll go for a reduced charge.

You want the truth?

Yes, I want the truth.

So do I. Set up a
polygraph test for me.

A polygraph test?

A lie detector test. Set it up.

Look, I tell you,

I haven't seen Doug
French in two, three months.

I don't believe you, Miss Ross.

I believe you saw
Mr. French the same day,

maybe even the same
night his wife disappeared.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

We already told you,
you're entitled to one.

If you'll come downtown with us,

I promise you there'll
be a lawyer present.

No. Wait. Uh...

You know Mr. French had
his car washed the same day.

And afterwards, we
found cigarette butts

with lipstick on
them in his ashtray.

Same kind.

Mrs. French doesn't smoke.

We also found your fingerprints

on the dashboard
and on the car handle.

All right.

All right, so he was here.

Well, now, why didn't
you say so from the start?

Because I don't
want to get involved.

But you are involved.

Now, what time was he here?

Uh, uh, he called
around 1:00, I guess.

1:00 in the morning?

Yes, he'd been drinking.

I could tell. I didn't...

I told him I'd be outside.

I don't want him up here
when he's been drinking.

Where did you go with him?

We didn't go anywhere.

We just sat in
his car and talked.

- Maybe an hour.
- What did you talk about?

Oh, I don't remember.

Uh, just talk. That's all.

Did he say anything
about his wife?

About what happened that night?

No. I don't know
anything about his wife.

Were there any
bloodstains in the car?

Bloodstains?

No, no.

You're doing it again.

What?

Lying.

We know there were
bloodstains in the car.

If you saw any such evidence,

if Mr. French told you anything
about what happened to his wife,

you could be an
accessory to murder.

Are you accusing me?

No. Nobody is accusing you.

But you are making it very
difficult for us to believe you.

Is your name Douglas French?

Yes.

Are you employed by
the Overdyne Corporation?

Yes.

Did you kill your wife?

No.

I don't get it.

He is intentionally
sticking his neck out. Why?

Maybe they're trying to
dazzle us with footwork, Mike.

French is a
professional salesman,

and the lawyer's good.

He'll take the right
case to the jury.

Maybe they think
French can beat the poly.

Anyway, they got
nothing to lose.

We're going all the way.

Helen French's
doctor's back in town.

You want to make an appointment?

Mm. As soon as
we can get a reading

on his blood pressure in there.

Well, he isn't lying.

If he was a pathological
liar, would it show?

No, 'cause if he was
a pathological liar,

it wouldn't show
up on the graph.

Says he can't remember.
What do you say?

If this guy is a
blackout alcoholic,

it's possible that he
really doesn't remember.

Had a case once

where an alcoholic
flew coast to coast,

stopped in four states.

Got home, sobered up.

He didn't even remember
leaving the last bar he was in.

Mike, I don't want to let this
guy off on a reduced plea.

I want to prove that French
formed the intent in advance,

before he got himself
drunk enough to really do it.

Well, I guess it's
time we saw a doctor.

Say, how many times

has Mrs. French been
a patient here, Doctor?

I'd have to consult the
admitting records to be certain.

Oh, perhaps five or six
times in the past three years.

Were her injuries serious?

Well, whenever there are
severe bruises and lacerations

about the face and the ears,
possibility of concussions.

I'd say they could be serious.

Well, did she ever tell you that
her husband had beaten her?

No, Lieutenant. I couldn't
testify to that under oath.

Uh, she implied
that, but, uh, that's all.

Tell me, did you ever try
to offer her any advice?

Well, naturally, I recommended
marriage counseling.

I, uh, understand
her husband refused.

Did she have any
outside interests?

Not really.

Oh, for a while, she was
with a little theater group.

Uh, Stage West, I think.

She seemed interested.

I don't know how it worked out.

You get a lot of
cases like this?

Too many.

Seminar I just
attended, they claim

that wife beating is the
single most unreported crime

in the country.

And sometimes we
hear about it too late.

After they're dead.

Oh.

Oh, no.

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Oh, no.

♪♪

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Is that where you hid
the body, Mr. French?

I'm asking you a question!

Is that where you
buried your wife?!

God help me.

I don't know.

Looks like our stakeout on
him is not going to pay off.

Maybe he really doesn't
know or can't remember.

How do you read him?

How do I read him?

I don't read him.

No dice, Lieutenant.

We've covered every square foot.

Okay, Tanner, pack it in.

What about it, Lieutenant?

He can go.

Thank you very much.

I really thought we had him.

Well, he's had one nightmare.

Maybe he'll have another one.

I still want a tail on
him around the clock.

Mike, what if he's
telling the truth?

What, that he didn't kill her?

Maybe she killed herself.

I mean, a lady
like that, beaten,

afraid to go home,
afraid to complain.

Maybe she just
crawled off somewhere.

Maybe... but either way,

if he killed her or
if she killed herself,

we still have to find the body.

Okay, so where do we look?

There must be a million places.

I don't know, where do we look?

Who knows where to look?

Maybe we ought to, uh...

go to that little theater group
the doctor was talking about.

How is that going to help?

They wouldn't know
where he buried her.

Well, somebody there might
know something about her habits.

Might give us a clue.

There are supposed to
be three glasses there.

Now, I want three
there tonight, okay?

Excuse me.

As we were saying, the people
who come here are frustrated.

They're fearful,
unfulfilled, they're beautiful.

What about Helen French?

She was a cocoon...
Wrapped rigid, rigid.

I'm beginning to understand why.

Oh, yes, an occasional
bruise would appear...

Accidents, she claimed.

Her husband never came around.

Did she like it here?

Ah, I began to
unwrap the threads

that were restraining her.

There are no directors in
New York anymore, you know.

They're all choreographers.

Well, I cast her in a small
but vital part... an inspiration.

She played a bouncy broad

on the make for another
woman's husband.

Why, what a metamorphosis.

She emerged, spread her wings.

Lovely to see.

Was she good?

We'll never know.

She just disappeared
before the dress rehearsal.

Never gave any reason?

Well, in retrospect, she
may have had bruises

that makeup wouldn't cover.

Did she make any friends
while she was here?

I mean, were there
any, uh, relationships

with other members, someone
she could have gone off with?

You are an astute observer of
the human scene, Lieutenant.

They come here to play out
their fantasies, all their fantasies,

even Helen.

Oh, at first she
was afraid of men

until I put her on that stage.

She was really quite good.

Doug, I'm scared.

What are you talking about?

What's the matter with you?

Well, didn't the
police tell you?

They don't tell me anything.

You tell me.

Well, they know about us.

Doug, they came to talk to me...

Lieutenant Stone and
some younger guy.

About what?

Well, they know that we
were together that night.

What?

Don't you remember?

You came over late and we
sat in your car, remember?

You told them that?

Well, I couldn't deny it.

They already had my
fingerprints from out of your car.

What else did you tell them?

I didn't tell 'em about
the rest, honest, Doug,

but I'm afraid.

I mean, if they make me get
up on that stand, I can't lie.

I... I'll go to prison.

What are you saying?

Doug, don't you remember?

Remember what?

Well, you had blood all over you
and you were saying wild things.

- What things?
- About killing your wife!

Come.

Look, don't you see?

They'll make me
tell it, I know they will.

Doug, I don't want to hurt you.

Maybe I'd better get
out of town for you.

Where will you go?

Far away, maybe
out of the country.

Doug, I'm going to
need some money.

You got to help me.

I-I've got some you
can have, I guess.

Not just some.

I'm gonna need a lot to get
away where they can't find me.

How much?

$10,000 at least.

I don't have that kind of cash.

Well, how much, how
much can you get?

Uh, fi-five maybe, maybe five.

I've got a-a joint
savings account.

Doug, I want to
get away tonight.

Can you get it?

Yes.

It's not for me,
Doug, it's for you.

Bring the money by my apartment.

I'll be packed and
ready to leave.

Okay?

A-All right.

- All right.
- Okay, let's go.

Hi, Johnny?

Yeah, it's me.

Oh, yeah, he bought it.

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Oh, come on,
Lieutenant, be honest.

You found me
irresistible, right?

Well...

I would hate to
deny that under oath.

But actually I'm still
interested in Helen French.

You can't win 'em all.

Did you find her?

No, we're still looking.

You're a real doll, you know.

I could shatter your
reserve off duty.

Well, I'm not going to
argue that point with you.

But could I ask you
a personal question,

I mean, about Mrs. French?

Shoot.

Sometimes... when
a wife finds out

that her husband
is playing around...

She goes out and
does a little, uh,

freelance romancing
herself, right?

Not Helen, Lieutenant.

Not that I didn't try.

I told her that I could
get her lots of company

with men who would
treat her tenderly.

But she wasn't interested?

Married to a monster like that

could turn you
off men altogether.

Funny.

Really is funny how some
women can handle all kinds of men,

and then there are some who
find it difficult to handle just one.

Let me tell you something
even funnier, Lieutenant.

This is right down your alley.

Nice society out there...

is hell-bent on
persecuting the likes of me.

But they don't even care

that the Helens are
getting beaten, killed.

Poor little fool.

Fool?

No, poor lost victim.

Thank you for your time.

Homicide. Stone.

I lost him, Mike.

Did you lose him,
or did he lose you?

Well, he looked too smashed
to even know I was following him.

Come on, let's have it.

He met a woman fitting
the Ross girl's description

at Fisherman's Wharf earlier.

Then he made a visit to
a savings and loan bank.

When he came out, he was
carrying a big wad of dough.

Where did you lose him?

He spent a while in a bar.

Now, I picked him
up when he came out,

and then I lost him in traffic.

But it looks like
he may be headed

towards the girl's neighborhood.

All right, see if you can

pick him up again.
We're on our way.

We'll worry about that
when we get to Mexico.

Then I'll be rid of this creep
and we can be together.

No, silly, I didn't
sleep with him.

I just scared the
hell out of him.

He'll bring the money,
don't worry about it.

If he can stop shaking
long enough to sign for it.

I know.

You lied to me.

You little tramp!

You get away from me.

I'm gonna kill you.

You're crazy! You're crazy!

No!

Oh!

Oh, help me.

H-He's crazy.

- He's trying to kill me. He killed her...
- Shh.

- Now he's trying to kill me...
- Take it easy.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

I don't know any more
than I've already told you.

You yelled out "He killed
her, now he's trying to kill me."

Well, he did kill
her, didn't he?

You tell us.

He says that you tried
to extort money from him.

He's lying.

He had $5,000 in his pocket

when he came to your
apartment. He said he got it for you.

Well, I only asked for his help.

To get away for awhile.

So that I wouldn't
get involved in all this.

What was he paying you for?

For helping him dispose
of his wife's body?

No.

The real reason he didn't
go up to your apartment

that night was that he didn't
want to leave the body alone

- in the car, right?
- No.

I didn't see anything.

Now why didn't you let
him go to your apartment?

Because my
boyfriend was up there.

Oh, now we know.

A boyfriend, huh?

Look, I have been
trying to get rid of Doug

for a long time.

It's not easy.

And suddenly it
became easier didn't it?

He told you that he
had killed his wife,

and you thought, "Here's
my chance to blackmail him

and go off with number two."

No, no, that is not
how it happened!

Why don't you sit here
for awhile and think it over.

Come on.

Let's book her:
suspicion of extortion.

Tanner said they
met around noon.

Let's find out what time
Mr. French withdrew that money

from the bank and when
he stopped at the bar.

- Let's check it all out.
- Good idea.

Sekulavich, book her.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Here we are.

The withdrawal receipt was
signed by Douglas M. French.

$5,000.

Did Mr. French leave a balance
after taking that much out?

$112 and 68 cents.

She darn near cleaned
him out, didn't she?

You know we're gonna need

a positive identification
of this signature.

Could you verify it?

I think so. We have the
information-and-signature cards

they filled out when
they opened the account.

The signature looks genuine.
Wouldn't you say, Lieutenant?

Yeah, it certainly does.

The account was opened
three years ago. Hmm.

What's the matter?

Take a look at that.

Hello, I think we
have a mutual friend,

the telephone company?

All I had was a number.
You're, uh, Angela, right?

Right.

That's the trouble
with the world,

we're all just numbers.

But you had a nice voice.

You match your voice.
Not many people do.

Thank you.

Um, would you like a drink?

Scotch, very light.

Yours, too, very light.

I don't want you
to dull your senses.

I don't drink.

Still, uh, to the
telephone company?

That's for free.

But unfortunately,
business ethics require

that I collect for
the retirement fund

before I show you my birthmark.

Oh.

Well, if there's one
thing I admire, it's ethics,

second only to, uh, birthmarks.

Now... we can get comfy.

Sit down. Tell me a story.

Something wrong?

No, no, nothing.

I know what's bothering
you. You're suffocating. Here...

No, no, it's not that.

Um, look, uh... I'm sorry.

What's the matter?
You don't like me?

No, no, no, I do like you.

It's just that, uh...

well, I guess I'm a little
kinky about certain things.

Surprise me.

Not-Not kinky kinky.

It's, uh... Look,
you're beautiful.

You're really beautiful.

But I've got this thing

about, uh, you know, all that
makeup and stuff on your face.

- What?
- Well, I told you, kinky.

That's the whole deal?

Would you mind,
uh, taking it off?

Just you watch, Mother
Nature's about to astound you.

Look, I hope you don't mind.

You hush.

Some gals wouldn't
do this, you know?

I suppose not.

Now what's the matter?

Oh, no.

No! No...!

You, you're dead!

You're dead! I killed you!

I killed you! I killed you!

I killed you!

I killed! I killed!

I killed...!

Take it easy.

I killed her!

Is that your wife?

My life is ruined
because of you!

You didn't hide the body.

She hid the body for you.

Come on. Take a look at her.

Take a look at her.

Take a good look at
the woman you killed.

Hey, Mike, wait up.

Say, are you still gonna
prosecute French for assault?

Ah, you know, it's the
same old story, Mike.

- Bad evidence, bad witnesses.
- No justice.

Due process of law.

By the way,
something in a bank file

put you on to her, what was it?

Well, when you open a new
savings account in this state,

you've got to always give
your mother's maiden name.

- So?
- So, she gave

her mother's maiden name:
Soams. Angela Soams.

Must have been a pretty
comfortable name for her...

especially when she wanted
to escape from herself.

Well, at least she's alive.

Alive? I don't know about that.

I talked to her doctor.

He said that she's going

to be institutionalized
for a long time.

A long time.

That's life. See ya.

I cannot even
remember breakfast.

How about getting some food?

Yes, I'd like that.

What do you feel like?

Oh, I don't know, why
don't you think of something?

Maybe something, uh, kinky.
Not kinky kinky, but kinky.

I'll give you kinky.