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Thank you.

Getting out of here kind of late
tonight, aren't you, Cory?

Tell me about it. I had half the
inventory to resell.

Good night.

Good night.

What are you doing here?

Corrigan told me you got a call from
Oregon today.

How's the family?

Fine. Yeah, fine.

Yeah, Christy's at the top of the honor
roll, and Tommy is the best soccer

player in the league.

That's great.

Yeah. And Fran?

Fran's thinking about getting remarried.
No kidding.

Well, that's terrific, isn't it?

Sure. If that's what she and the kids
want.

A man can't expect his ex to sit back
and watch them right pass by. Yeah.

She's still young.

She's a looker.

All units and four out of 30, a possible
assault in progress.

Woman screaming.

City Center Mall, rooftop parking lot,
southwest corner.

4 out of 30 handle code 3.

For item 16, show us backing up 30.

16. Roger.

16, we've got a suspect.

Check for a victim on the rooftop near
the dumpster.

Roger, for item 30.

Oh, God.

Another one.

Call an ambulance.

4 -atom -16 requesting an ambulance at
the city center mall on the top level

parking lot.

16, roger. All units 4 -atom -30 is now
southbound.

Jean Kimball was killed at her bus stop
six weeks ago.

My friend Rita Jensen was dumped in the
bushes near her carport.

And now the Williams girl at the mall
last night.

Why? And who?

Did Rita Jensen ever mention having
another job at the mall?

Not that I know of. Have something?

Well, the Williams and Kimball girls
both worked there.

Which might mean something.

Except that Rita Jensen worked as a
clerk type for a time in Central

Maybe they all knew each other.

There's no confirmation on that, but
we're sure they were all shot with the

.22.

Ballistics just came in. So did
Layton's.

16th Precinct recovered Corey Williams'
car.

They found a full thumbprint and a
partial palm inside it. Three blonde

girls. Beaten, raped, murdered within a
mile of it.

There's got to be a common denominator
that we can latch onto. What about that

necklace we found?

Does it connect to anything?

Bulletin from downtown said it was
stolen in a burglary.

Worth about six grand. Sounds like the
Williams girl did a little more than

shoes at the mall. Booker, my detectives
are spread very thin.

Can you run that one down for me?

Thought you'd never ask.

Do you mind if I check for a possible
tie -in with Rita in the mall?

Go to it, Stacey.

Four out of 30. Lieutenant O 'Brien
advises the necklace found near victim

Williams ties to a boyfriend, Vic
Barrow. Barrow is wanted for parole

but may be working at the Central Mall
Tire Store. Can you follow up?

4 Adam 30. Roger.

Nick Farrell.

Okay, spread them, hot shot. Let's go.
Come on.

You have the right to remain silent.
Stop, Miranda. I've got to record.

Look at this.

22.

Not only a parole jumper, a wise guy.

Wax key impression.

House key.

It's an old story.

Probably learned it in yard school.

Fix a car, steal a registration address,
and prowl the house while the owner is

out.

You want a theory where that necklace
came from? You can take your theory and

stuff that too much, Walt. Don't tempt
me, Nightcrawler.

I'll put you under my foot and twist.

That means you're under arrest. Oh,
yeah!

found this in the crack of Corey
Williams' car. Part of a gun fit.

They haven't been able to identify it
yet.

Farrow's prints don't match. His alibis
all check out.

And the .22 flunk ballistics.

Great. Goodbye, murder suspect.

I'll look at the positive side.

At least Vic Farrow won't be ripping
anybody else off for a long time.

Yeah, well, we're still back to square
one. Not quite.

This was found near Rita's body. The
sales receipt inside puts her in the

the day she was murdered. Somebody could
have followed her home from there.

There's a hell of a lot of territory.

There's one approach we haven't tried.

Like? Street bait.

Come on, Stacy.

We'll smoke the killer out ourselves.

It makes sense.

Look. Come on, I'll help.

Look at them.

You got a point.

They're all about your age. Blonde.
Pretty. They're also dead.

I have a better idea. I'm telling you,
it's the way to go.

We're in at this.

cover apartment because it's smack in
the middle of whatever is happening in

this case so you should be in the right
place to attract the killer's attention

i gather this is the bus room that's
right gene kimball got off here and was

killed less than five yards away rita
died outside her apartment and cory got

hit in the mall parking lot here you
know it's stacy working the same store

the mall as gene kimball it puts her
right in the middle too

If you get in any trouble, you're on
your head off.

We'll break down the door if we have to.

All right, whenever you leave here, make
sure you wear this. One of us will be

close by listening.

Remember, 100 yards and you're out of
range.

I don't suppose you guys left me a
little privacy in the john.

Hey, just turn on the shower.

We'll get the message. Look carefully.
Of course, this guy could be anybody,

including a local plumber.

Okay, Colin, what's in the envelope?

Just something I asked for.

The range master recognized our gun clip
plate. It's from a Walther TPH.

Never heard of it. There aren't that
many around.

It's a high -precision German .22 sold
only to policemen.

What are you saying? Our murder weapon
came from a cop?

Definite possible.

We'll get a wire off to the importer for
a list of owners and then match that

against our gun registration file.

A cop?

You know, when I was a kid in Philly,
there was this big cop who made me think

that when I grew up, I wanted to wear a
badge and be one of the good guys.

Go out and look, find a department
that's clean, he told me.

So you don't have to start off defending
what kind of cop you are. Well, you

see, that's the problem.

One bad cop can turn it all around.

That's why it's up to us, Junior, to
keep our own house clean.

That's where it really counts, you know.

Sometimes it can get totally flashy and
awesome.

Thank you very much. Thank you, Dad.
Bye.

Bye -bye.

You're not going to be on this floor
much longer.

Why? Am I doing something wrong?

No. See that wimp?

Brian Jenkins, the floor super.

This is what, your third date? Mm -hmm.

By five, he'll make a move on you.

Off your promotion to work.

He hits on all the girls here.

Jean Kimball, too?

You know Jean?

No, I just heard she worked here.

Jeannie worked this floor.

She and Corey Williams.

It's scary, both of them, getting
murdered like that.

I thought Corey worked at Perry's Shoes.

She did, after she quit working here.

I would have quit working anywhere in
this whole mall.

It's just not safe for a single girl,
especially at night.

Now, haven't I been trying to tell you
that for weeks, kid?

I've offered to make sure that you're
never alone, and what do I get in

Rejection. Hi, I'm Dave Minetti. Stacy
Parker.

Dave here can't help his nosy ways.

He's a full -time vice cop downtown and
the part -time house dick around here.

Besides being good for nothing, he comes
in handy once in a while.

Haven't I seen you somewhere, Stacy?

Maybe the same place I played that line.

Sure you don't remember me? I used to
pilot a squad car around here. Maybe I

gave you a ticket somewhere in your
life.

That I'd remember.

Well, maybe we can get together and
refresh each other's memories sometime.

See you. Bye.

Corrigan, I hope you heard the part
about Corey Williams.

I did, I did.

X -ray 16 to 30 on TAC -2.

Go 16.

Stacy just turned something.

Seems Corey Williams used to work at the
same store as our first victim, Gene

Kimball. That's more than a little
something.

We'll check it out.

Progress, Junior.

I'm all for it.

I can't tell you if Corey was any
friendier with Gene Kimball than with

else in the store.

We heard she quit suddenly.

Let's say the parting was mutual.

We couldn't afford to support her
shoplifting habit, and she claimed we

harassing her with smutty calls.

Why didn't you press charges?

Well, Minetti, our head of security,
suggested dropping the whole affair to

avoid questionable publicity.

Did Corey happen to mention who was
making these obscene calls?

No.

But then I think it was all a scam to
escape the shoplifting charges.

See, I felt she should pay for what she
took.

Well, she can't very well do that now,
can she?

You think the shoplifting ties into the
killings? Could be. Why don't you check

the obscene call reports when we get
back and see if any of the other victims

filed a complaint? Booker, did you know
how many of those calls come in every

night? And the language?

Oh, boy.

You've got to be kidding. Walk all the
way around this park... parking lot at

night we'll miss our bus if we have to
go to another exit i'm sorry ladies but

once the door is on the alarm not even i
can open it that's okay we can hurry

come on what you should do is tell
management to hire some escorts and we

to work this late amen the east exit's
not that far out of our way it is if

you're afraid of who you might meet in
the park stay where you

are stacy damn it

Take it easy.

Are you okay?

I feel like an idiot going on like this.

But with phone calls I've been getting,
it's enough to make anybody jittery.

What kind of calls?

The heavy breathing kind.

It's been going on over a week.

Dave suggested I get an unlisted phone
number, so I got one.

Why don't you ask for the day shift at
the store?

Can't. I'm carrying 18 units at UC.

But it's only for one more semester.

Then I'll be a free woman.

You'll have your degree?

Mm -hmm. Oh, that's great.

Yeah. Marketing research and some big
bucks.

Great.

I stopped.

Stacy, thanks for listening.

Sure. See you tomorrow. Okay, bye -bye.

I don't need practice in being scared to
death. No, but you need a little math

time. I just want to make sure the
neighborhood was cleaned up.

Stacy, if you're trying to lose me, you
almost succeeded.

I'm sorry. I try to keep talking. Just
give me time to catch up with you. I

didn't mean to frighten you.

I'm sorry. The thing is that there are
people around. We've got to make sure

that you're not... Would you relax?

The closest I've come to being molested
is a bunch of smooth talk by a cop at

the store.

A cop?

A guy named... Minetti, he moonlights at
the mall and works day watch vice at

the 29th precinct.

I checked Perry's shoe store. Miss
Minetti got Corey her job there. Wait a

minute, this guy gets her a job after
busting her for shoplifting?

I think we better run a full check on
Minetti. He's a cop, Hooker, just like

rest of us. We turned another piece of
evidence, Stacy.

Special handgun, issued primarily to
policemen.

Looks like we could be dealing with a
cop.

Results of the crime report research.

All three murdered girls reported
obscene calls sometime before they were

killed. Uh -oh.

The girl I work with has been getting
obscene phone calls.

Call her. She just got an unlisted
number.

Where does she live?

Please. I'll do whatever you want.

See if you can find her.

Dispatch, this is for Adam Purdy. We
just lost a 187 suspect driving a Dodge

brown in color. No life. Sir.

Daisy! In here.

She's dead, Homer.

Portland PD.

Oregon is where Fran's boyfriend lives.
Don't tell me you had this guy checked.

Yes, I did.

Except for the kids. She's got nobody up
there she can rely on.

If this is going to be the guy, I want
to know I can trust him with her.

I want the kids.

What does this guy do to pay the rent?

He sells computers, answering things
like that.

Don't you hate that stuff?

Can I take you up on your offer to
escort me to the bus stop?

I'm a little spooked after what happened
to Karen.

No problem. Come on.

I'm sorry, Stacy.

I know you and Karen were friends.

But every time you look at the 6 o
'clock news, there's another tragedy.

It's tough, but life goes on, you know?

Karen had her whole life in front of
her. She was about to get her degree.

I know.

Look, I know my timing's lousy, but
would you like to go out and grab a

Do you want to eat with me?

I don't know. This whole thing with
Karen has me down.

I'm down too, but, you know, maybe a
little conversation will pick us both

Okay, why not?

What do you think?

He's the best suspect we have.

4X3 -30, come in.

Go, Carter.

Department registration shows Minetti's
backup gun is a Walther TPH.

I checked with DMV.

He owns a van.

And a brown Dodge.

I'd say we have enough to support a
search warrant.

Roger. I'm on it.

Something wrong?

No. Uh, no.

I was just wondering.

Who is Dave Minetti? You're an expert
with those things.

I also dance like Michael Jackson.

Mix an incredible Bloody Mary.

and tell my detective cases like Joseph
Wambaugh.

My turn now.

Who is Stacey Parker?

None of the above.

Is there anybody special out there?

Oh, they're special, and then they're
special.

You know, you're harder to get a
straight answer out of than a cornered

didn't know this was an interrogation.

Okay, let me ask another way.

Are you dating anybody right now?

Or are you sitting home watching Dynasty
reruns every night?

I think I'd better answer that after I
trip to the ladies' room.

I think I should warn you.

I'm not a patient man.

These will all be devoured if you're
gone too long.

My nutty has a Walter TPH and a brown
dodge.

Kind of about says it all, doesn't it?

If we can find them.

Especially the gun.

Bargain has a search warrant for
Manetti's house and his van.

He practically vacuumed the house, came
up empty.

I think it's about time we tore his
server van apart.

His van is alarmed, Hooker. There's no
way he'd get in without him knowing

it. What happens if you come up empty
-handed?

Then this part of the investigation is
burned.

Look, let me try and get some time alone
in his van.

If we come up dry, he won't have to know
anything.

Forget it. I'll put a low profile. I
promise I can do it.

X -ray 30 -16.

Roll it.

I've got point.

It was very nice.

I put in the cubby holes, stereo in the
fridge.

The last guy I dated only mentioned the
bed.

Sort of takes me back to my high school
days.

Well, why don't I just take you all the
way back, huh?

Hey, stern south, under your point, Jim.

Roger, I've got...

Look,

he's coming north at you on Baxter.

Bergen, you got him on clear view?

Negative, Hooker.

I've got it covered.

He's not here.

We've lost radio range on our wires,
too, Hooker.

Hold him on this end.

Oh, get out.

Because you don't have anybody else.
There.

Get out.

Isn't time to catch the last show?

I love a picnic.

Acres and acres of sand and all of it in
your food.

Stop griping.

Just lie still and inhale.

Now, is this all the way back or what?
Don't let it go to your head. Oh, God,

it's still my favorite. I've been
working like a fiend all week.

I've always been curious to know how a
writer works.

Usually in a sitting position.

It's funny.

Haven't I read this somewhere before?

Maybe she has.

You know, that's the trouble with these
Hollywood dames.

They all have such a sketchy education.
No, no, it's the drive -in. They know

absolutely nothing about the identity
check, but they know everything there is

to know. The big, big drive -in on
Slauson.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Oh,

my hero.

What I meant was, does he usually have
the story mapped out before he starts?

Well, if you don't, you're in awful
trouble. I'm a little thirsty after all

Chinese. Would you mind getting me
something to drink? No problem.

I'll be back in no time with a couple of
cool ones.

That's my boy.

If you're out there, park five rows in
front of the snack bar in the center.

How long would you give us, Sylvia? Oh,
not more than 40 years.

I mean, Eddie just left to get some
drinks.

I'm serving the warrant.

You have to marry him. You promised
Locker you'd invite him to the wedding.

You promised Locker what?

There, Sylvia.

When did you see him?

The other day.

It was just a routine deal.

Why didn't you tell me?

We didn't want to tell you because it
would only upset you.

You're lying to me. I'm not lying. I
just didn't tell you. I'm sorry, Dick.

I'm sorry. Still checking on me. Still
trying to pin a murder on me.

There's a .22 gun clip.

Dick!

Dick! What?

You said all the crap, sweetheart.

You kiss her goodbye, chum.

Up against the car.

Hey, what the hell's going on? I'm a
police detective. She's a thief.

Wrong.

She's a police officer conducting a
legal search.

You're under arrest for murder.

I thought she was trying to rip off my
guns, loot my van. How many times do I

have to tell you that?

What about those guns?

Where was the Walter TPH registered with
the department?

For the last time, I moved.

The .22 got lost in the shuffle.

It's missing, stolen, gone, put.

I suppose that's true. You're a cop. Why
didn't you report it missing?

I did.

Is this precinct so desperate to break
this case that you're going for the

throat of anybody who even knew one of
those girls?

You didn't know just one of those girls.

You knew all of them.

I know a lot of girls at the mall.

I dated Jean a few times.

Corey was a mixed -up girl who needed a
lot of straightening out. I was trying.

Every time I tried to get to know Karen,
she shied off.

And Rita Jensen?

You ever have one of those days when
just one more pimp, one more cap buster

drive you right over the edge?

Rita'd get off work at the records desk,
spin down, meet me for happy hour,

share a stiff drink and a lot of
sympathy.

I'd never have laid a hand on her.

He's either the best liar I ever met,
or... Or we've got all the right

and the wrong man. Well, it doesn't make
sense. I checked with SID, and they've

made ten points of similarity on those
latent prints.

Enough to call it a preliminary match.
Yeah, but not the 15 we need for court.

Blood type, enzyme... It doesn't... Huh?

Minetti's alibi checks out.

Corey Williams had some belongings at
the mall. Minetti was flying them back

her family in Phoenix when Karen was
killed. And he did file a missing gun

report. It's set to one of the
bureaucratic cracks at Central Records.

Well, that's it, then.

Prints or no prints, we give you them
up.

What about the cape?

You're still on it. You want to stick
with us? You bet I do.

It dates.

About last night, you handed yourself
like a 20 -year vest.

I want to take back what I was saying
about you.

You really think I've been listening?

We have a matching set of prints, blood
type, height, weight, enzyme, and

mineral levels.

What are suspects, please?

You asked me to push the criminalist to
make some sense of it. I figured we

could use anything. Lay it on me. One
possibility.

Siblings or parents can share all of
those genetic characteristics.

Well, let's start.

Oh, Hooker?

Hooker, I've been trying Pam's number at
Oregon. Like you asked.

All I keep getting is an answering
machine.

He sold her an answering machine.

I've been thinking about who you are,
your job, what happens.

Listen, I understand.

You were just blowing off some steam.

I'd like to see you again, Stacy.

Soon.

With half my friends along for company?

Even Hooker.

All right.

I'm off at three.

What the hell?

Aren't you the, uh... Janitor from work.

What are you doing here?

Meeting my loving brother.

First... and last time.

Hey, hey, thanks a lot.

Want some?

Manetti's father after sex.

Dave Manetti's a paternal twin.

He and his brother were adopted a few
weeks after they were born.

Can you believe that?

Manetti apparently went to a pretty
decent home and the twin went to a home

where the father abused him. How did
Manetti's father find out about the

He received a letter a couple of years
ago from the twin named Tony Perino.

Seems as Perino burned his father's
house down with daddy inside it.

They had him on trial.

Well, he must have told them about this
brother then.

Oh.

Farina wanted Manetti to pull some
police strings.

Manetti's father didn't want his son
involved, so he handled the case

Farina ended up in a mental ward.

I can't believe Manetti's father
wouldn't have explained everything.

Well, Manetti dropped out of law school
to become a policeman.

The father and son haven't spoken since.

That I can relate to.

My whole life, my dad and I never
understood two words the same way.

It can happen.

A kid who's not comfortable with his
adopted folks.

Step -parents with his new kids.

Wondering about Fran?

Well, the guy who takes my place has a
problem with Chrissy.

Tell me.

Only if he goes out of his way to undo
everything that you've done.

You've raised good kids, Hooker. That's
the faith in them.

Hey, Peter wanted you.

All right, give me that. All right, here
you go.

Sorry, sir, but this is a loading zone.

Is it really?

Why don't you take the afternoon off? I
turned off my wire.

Just tell him that he better take care
of you. He's going to have me to answer

to. Don't worry, and don't wake up.

I won't. There he is.

Behave yourself. See you later. Have a
good time.

Okay.

right here.

Van's gone. Maybe it's not here.

Call an ambulance.

Stacy.

He's going to kill Stacy.

Adam 30 to X -ray 16.

Go, Hooker.

Where's Stacy?

Out on the town with Minetti.

They left a few minutes ago.

Listen carefully, Jim.

It's not Minetti.

It's his brother. He's the killer.

Damn.

Stacy turned off her Fargo.

They were southbound on Kelmore just a
few minutes ago from the mall.

Get after her.

Let's pray she turns it back on.

Hooker, even if she does, you know a
wire's going to be stopped by whatever

between us and her car's building.

I'll call in a chopper. They'll pick up
the signal.

If she gets a chance to put one out.

Why did you kill them?

I hated him.

So I hate them and you.

We barely knew each other.

I could get to know you.

What's your name?

as close as you can.

Officer needs help

You all right?

I appreciate everything you've done. I'm
just sorry. I might have prevented

everything if I'd only known. Well, you
can't be responsible for what your

brother did. It's not your fault you
were split up when you were children or

your fault about the other things that
happened. Yeah, but what do you say to

yourself when you look in the mirror and
you know it could have been you instead

of him? Hey, I'd say I'm me and I've
done a good job with my life so far.

sounds like good advice for all of us.
Dave's going to be getting a lot of

advice over the next few days on that
vacation he's being forced to take.

More vacation.

The one they give sick and wounded cops
mean tender, loving care.

Uh, Dave, if you're going to get that
from somebody we know, let me warn you,

she makes a pretty rotten cup of coffee.

Better than yours, at least. What are
you talking about? My coffee's great.

Which reminds me, did you ever get a
hold of Fran?

No.

Just the answering machine.

Oh, good friend will never marry that
guy you had checked out.

I read that report.

He's too much like you. Why would she
want to put herself through that

punishment again?

Thank you.