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Final honors were accorded to the slain officer by American Legion Police Post

19. Then the services at Graveside were private at the request of Sergeant

Campbell's wife, Gloria.

She was accompanied by her father -in -law, himself a retired San Francisco

police officer, and Sergeant Campbell's partner, Detective Raul Garcia.

Among the high -ranking officers attending the funeral, Chief Robert

For several years, Sergeant Campbell was the chief's driver and aide.

Meanwhile, the hunt for the Sergeant's killer...

called Golden Gate Bandit contained. Right inside.

Good morning, Abner. How are you, Chief?

As usual.

Hey, Chief, I'm having a reading of Jack Campbell's will this morning.

Gloria and his father will be here.

They're the only legatees. You'll need me, I suppose.

You're the executor.

Eleven, convenient?

I'll be there.

Good. Thanks, Chief. Oh, and I'm sorry. Jack was a fine cop.

He was that.

See you at eleven, Abner.

Sergeant Jack Campbell was 40 years old, a veteran detective with 19 years on

the force.

He was decorated three times for heroism. He was also the ninth police

in San Francisco to die in the line of duty this year so far.

This is George Chase, station KFD, San Francisco.

In the event that I should die before my father, I direct that one quarter of my

pension be allotted to him for the remainder of his life.

The balance of my pension is to be permanent allotment to my wife, Gloria.

And the following is also bequeathed to her.

Real property, house and grounds at 218 Frontier Drive.

There are life insurance policies, including one with first mutual

the amount of $100 ,000.

But that's not possible. We decided against that policy. I've obtained a

the policy I have attached to the will. It was signed by Jack in February of

1970.

May I see it, please?

Yes.

That's the application we made out. It's mostly in my writing. But we decided

the premiums were too high. Apparently, he just decided to go ahead with it.

I've checked with First Mutual. The premiums have been paid to date.

Now, the...

The remainder is simply a listing of a small policy, the registration data on

the two cars belonging to the sergeant and his wife, and the will as witness,

signed and dated November 30, last year.

Any questions?

No. No, sir. In that case, I'll just need some signatures.

Mr. Campbell?

There are several decisions you'll have to make concerning the policies and

certain pension rights you have.

I'll try to figure out the soundest plan and bring the papers out to the house.

Thank you, Chief, for Jack and for me.

Don't you have anyone who could be with you, your folks?

I'll be all right. I have... We didn't have much family. Jack just had his

father.

If only he hadn't had that thing about driving alone.

I know he was a brave man.

But if he just had someone with him, or if he called for help... If I'd known

Raul wasn't riding with him, I would have called his captain. No point in

blaming Jack or yourself.

He lived his whole life one way.

He believed in himself, his job, and you.

for coming by, Sergeant Garcia.

I want the man who killed my partner just as much as you do, sir.

More. I'm sure.

Nothing new on him?

Not yet.

We know he was wounded, so we're checking every doctor and hospital and

Good. Now, let's go back to the beginning.

Thank you.

I've read the reports, but I'd like to get a personal feeling.

Now, you were sick the night Jack was killed.

The flu.

One of those 24 -hour bugs.

I called him around 7 o 'clock, and he said to take it easy, that he'd handle

the duty.

Departmental procedure.

Would have been for another detective to be assigned to ride with him.

Well, you know Jack.

Departmental procedure never meant very much to him.

Did he say anything about going after the Golden Gate Bandit?

No.

According to the dispatcher's log, most of his reports that night were from the

Golden Gate area.

Oh.

Jack had this thing about the bandit.

He wanted to nail him in the worst way.

By himself, if he could.

Sounds like him.

His style.

Getting killed this way, ambushed, it would seem, by the man he was looking

that's not his style at all.

Any theories, Sergeant?

It just takes one slip. Not his style, either.

Well, thank you for coming by.

Sure.

And, Mark?

Sergeant?

Sergeant, I am moving in on this case.

I'm glad to hear it, sir.

Keep in touch.

Of course.

He must feel terrible. Why?

Well, his partner killed on the one night he wasn't riding with him. Pretty

tragic coincidence.

Well, let's just check the slugs that killed Sergeant Gamble against our own

unsolved homicide files.

Also FBI, also CII, also armed services.

Negative. Whoever the killer is, he's been walking around for three days with

untreated bullet wound.

He's got to do something for it sooner or later.

Have the surviving victims of the bandit at headquarters this afternoon.

Boys in robbery and homicide have already spent days with him.

And we'll spend a few more days with him.

What that does is to provide that Jack's accumulated pension funds will remain

in a savings institution.

You'll get a steady rate of interest.

You'll still be part of the city employee's medical plan.

Is there anything you'd like explained, Gloria?

Oh, no, Chief.

I'm sorry.

Please don't think I'm not grateful for what you're doing for me.

Can you think of any reason why Jack didn't tell you he decided to go ahead

that policy?

No.

Of course, there are a lot of things he didn't talk to me about in the last few

years.

He would come home.

I'd feel he wanted to talk about something that angered him, frustrated

didn't mind him talking about his job, did you?

Oh, of course not.

But when I'd ask him, he'd say, oh, who wants to talk about thieves and

criminals and dope fiends?

Like he was building a whole separate world for us just in his house.

It wasn't always that way.

When we first got started, we didn't have five cents to our names.

But we talked.

He'd tell me everything.

If you'd had a bad day, he'd come home and say, Boy, Ironside sure got up on

wrong side of the bed this morning.

Then Judy screamed.

Then he hit me with a gun.

And that's about all I can remember.

Just a minute. In all your previous statements, you said he hit you with a

instrument.

Yeah, that's right.

But it was a gun, I'm sure.

I don't know why I didn't remember.

Oh, that happens.

It's like a nightmare that actually happens for a while. You block it all

and then, bit by bit, it all comes back. Yeah, I guess.

Now, was it a revolver or an automatic?

I'm not sure.

I remember now.

After he hit Johnny, he pointed it at me and then... Take it easy for

a while.

who was killed with five shots from a .38 caliber revolver.

For no reason, the Golden Gate Bandit couldn't have more than one gun.

Hello?

Yes, he's right here. Hold on.

Sergeant Garsliff.

Sergeant? We might have something, Chief.

I'm in the Coast View Drugstore, Marina District 13th and Leavenworth.

Fifteen minutes ago, a guy he knew tried to buy 6 ,000 units of penicillin

without a prescription.

The pharmacist said he looked sick.

All right.

Set it up.

the corner chief 119 everybody out yeah except the suspect a george whittaker in

2a lived there two months out a lot at night nobody knows where he works or if

he works and he hasn't left his room in three days except to walk down to the

pharmacy go after him

george

whittaker this is the police

The blood he's got left is going fast.

Better get an ambulance or we'll lose him.

Now, the one on the left came from Whitaker's gun.

The one on the right killed Jack Campbell.

Thank you. Yes, sir.

All right, Fran, we can book Whitaker on first degree murder.

What do you hear from the hospital?

Well, Ed's waiting in the emergency room.

The doctors want to look at the x -rays, and he'll get the word to us as soon as

they make up their minds. In the meantime, Whitaker's getting whole

Chief, Whitaker's jacket.

I can't tell much about a couple.

Petty theft, NSF checks.

Whitaker was booked 9 -2 -6 -6 on possession of heroin.

In case of emergency, notify U .S. Merchant Marine.

Resting Officer Jack Campbell.

Released 9 -20 -70.

Custody of the Federal Narcotics Bureau. Sentenced in federal court. One year at

Lexington.

Real pushers on that operation. Picked up 50 years.

Whitaker must have just been one of the small fish in the net. But Campbell did

nail it. So it's a motive source.

Oh, Raoul.

See?

I'd have thought you'd sleep late this morning.

I've been down at the hospital with Ed. Any change in Whitaker's condition?

Yeah, for the better.

The slug he had in him missed anything vital.

The only reason he was in such bad shape was because nothing was done to treat

the wound.

Ed's still at the hospital?

Yes.

Something wrong, Chief?

Yeah, his jacket. On the basis of that, Whitaker's a nickel -and -dime thug.

Nothing close to what the Golden Gate Bandit has done in the last three

Never a crime of violence, nor assault.

As far as I'm concerned, we've got the man that murdered my partner. That's

enough.

Now maybe I can get some sleep.

What do you mean?

I know she hasn't said anything, at least not to me.

But I feel that maybe Gloria blames me because I wasn't with Jack.

The one night when... I don't know what you've had misquoted to you, Raoul.

But I think she's upset only because she didn't know he was riding alone.

But she did know, Chief.

Maybe she forgot.

But she was there when I called him and said I couldn't make it.

You're sure?

Yeah. I heard her voice.

She said something about holding dinner.

Lab?

Yes, he is. It's for you, Chief.

Thank you.

Ironside.

Yes, Ed.

Whitaker's being moved into the jail ward. I explained who he is, and they

hurried things up a little.

Yes, he's conscious.

Have you talked to him at all?

Oh, yeah.

I advised him of his rights. His right to counsel, his right to remain silent,

his right to a public defender.

I didn't get one word in reply.

The press on this yet?

Out in force.

We're on our way.

Fran, I'd like you to check into the neighborhood where Whitaker lived.

Anything at all about his background, habits, people he associated with.

He lists no family at all in his records.

All right.

You know, they found a Porsche in one of the garages behind the house.

Apparently, it's registered to him.

Have it impounded.

I don't want to talk about that cop who got killed.

Or the Golden Gate Bandit.

Certainly not.

That can wait, George.

They took your merchant seaman's ticket away almost four years ago.

Yes, sir.

One little cap of heroin.

A man can never go to sea again.

You, um...

Like the sea, George? Sure, as well as the land, anyway.

Suppose you've had trouble finding a job since then.

Sure. Ex -con.

They hear one word about narcotics, they won't let you wash dishes at a hot dog

stand.

You have a girl, George?

They all want someone who's got something going for them.

Car, money.

Once you're on the bottom, they start stepping around you.

Keep on going.

It's hard to breathe. I think you're drowning.

What? In a sea of self -pity. Now, wait. I don't have to talk. No, you listen.

For three days now, I've listened to a policeman's widow listen to girls who

were raped and decent citizens who were beaten bloody.

Now, wait. I didn't... I haven't finished.

You're a killer, Whitaker.

A killer and a rapist.

Now, you said you haven't got a girl, but you've made one last date for

yourself.

The gas chamber. No, no.

Now, please, wait. All right, talk.

We're all going to die, Chief, aren't we?

Some sooner and some later.

I mean, a man has to take it like it comes. Right, Chief?

I hope you can, George I hope you can

Now, study them closely and don't worry. They can't see you.

That's one way glass.

Recognize anyone?

The one in the middle is Whitaker, isn't he? The one in the paper this morning.

That's right.

The question is, is he also the man you saw in Golden Gate Park October 19th?

I'm not sure.

He could be.

He looks like him, but I'm not sure. How about you? I never wanted anything so

much in my life as to be able to say, yeah, that's him. Thank God you got him,

but I'm just not sure.

All right, thank you very much. This way, please.

Have you ever seen him before?

No.

I understand Jack arrested him.

That's right.

If he'd had some revenge motive against Jack, I thought it was possible he might

have followed both of you.

No, I don't recognize him at all.

What does it really matter if he's the Golden Gate killer or not?

I mean, you're absolutely positive he killed Jack. Isn't that enough?

Thanks for coming in.

If you tell me what it is you're looking for, maybe I could help.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew what I saw in Whitaker's eyes this morning.

I thought I had him ready to confess in five carbons, and somehow he held out.

Maybe he's trying to protect somebody.

Maybe, but whom?

He's a nameless, faceless, nonentity sitting in a jail hospital with enough

charges against him to shake up Al Capone.

And he hasn't even asked for a lawyer.

Check the Golden Gate area watch commander for me, will you?

See if surveillance in that area has turned up anything.

I bet they kind of relaxed a little when they found out we brought Whittaker in.

I want the surveillance relaxed. I want it doubled.

All right.

Jail ward, please.

Harris, this is Ironside. Anything?

Spell the first name.

Home address.

Where does she work?

All right.

Yeah. Yeah, thank you.

Whitaker just had a visitor.

A maiden aunt in her 50s.

Marlena Whitaker.

Lives on Polk Street.

Seamstress. Works at the 25th Avenue Dry Cleaners. You want her brought in? No,

not for the moment.

The Porsche does belong to Whitaker.

And he lied to you about not having a girl. Oh? People at the bar where he has

part -time job have seen her pick him up after work.

Kind of a semi -hippie. Black chinos, boots, black leather jacket. Were you

to get an artist sketch?

No. All they remember is a black hat, big dark glasses.

She usually waited for him outside.

All right, thank you, Fran.

I'd like you to stay in that neighborhood.

Everybody, if they...

Live somewhere any length of time leaves some kind of mark.

So I plan on having the ring in April.

That'll give you two months.

And if you change your mind... Are you kidding?

Listen, if you say we get married... Shut up, both of you.

Now listen.

You come out of the car, and if you want to see the girl alive again, you come

out slow.

Request all frequency clearance.

In close pursuit of a 1949 Red Ford two -door.

Car is entering the intersection of Beach Boulevard and Westlake Avenue.

It's turning left and towards the beaches.

It's got to be close.

Thank you.

Trump was full of wallets, purses, victims' clothing.

It was the Golden Gate Bandit. There's no doubt about it. Probably no question

that Whitaker knew he was killing Jack Campbell. He was waiting for him.

Maybe he even knew that Jack was riding in that night's felony car alone.

And the chief captain said to Paul, Obtained I this freedom at great price.

And Paul said to the chief captain, But I was born free.

I'm sorry, Aunt Marlene.

I haven't improved any, I guess. Even when I was a kid, I couldn't keep my

on the services.

Oh, that's all right.

It probably didn't make very much sense to a little boy going...

Sunday after Sunday to a tent with his aunt.

Well, I'll come back Friday.

Thanks, Aunt Marlene.

Oh, I'll leave two dollars with the officers in case you want anything.

That's all right. You keep your money now.

Everything I need, I already have.

I'd suggest you get this check into the bank before the close of the business

day.

Oh, I never thought I'd see a check for $100 ,000.

At least not one made out to me.

I wouldn't spend any of the money until probate is completed, but that should go

rapidly.

Um, Chief, I've been thinking of going away for a few days, unless there's some

reason I should stay.

Not at all.

Golden Gate Bandit is dead, and Whitaker is so tied by physical evidence to

Jack's murder.

The state could go into court tomorrow. Even though he says he doesn't want a

lawyer, the court will appoint one for him, won't they? Of course.

As far as I can see, the only problem is the motive.

How do you mean?

Jack arrested Whitaker almost four years ago.

He hated him because of that.

His loss of his seaman's ticket, the fact that he couldn't get jobs?

Would he have waited four years?

Or if he did, why conceal the fact now?

And when a man thinks he's avenged himself, he usually wants the world to

Well, I suppose it's just coincidence.

I mean, Whitaker may have just been looking through parked cars, hoping to

a small score.

Transistor radio, something he could sell to a fence.

Jack may have surprised him.

Back home sometimes, the fox panicked and ran right into the hunters.

That could be an explanation.

We get so used to looking for something that connects up, an M .O. pattern. But

there isn't any here.

Is there?

It's worth thinking about.

I'm sure I'm right.

It really doesn't make that much difference, does it?

No.

Jack is dead.

Whatever the reason, it won't bring him back.

Are the people ready?

The people are ready, Your Honor.

I am informed that the defendant has refused to employ counsel or accept the

services of a public defender.

I have studied his prior record and personal history and do not believe that

is confident to defend himself.

I therefore appoint Public Defender Hubert to represent him.

Harlan Whitaker?

Is that your true name?

Yes, sir.

Information has been filed in the Superior Court charging you with

Penal Code Section 187.

Murder.

The information alleges that on the night of February 8th this year, you

five pistol shots, killing a fellow human being, Jack Campbell.

Are you ready to plead?

Your Honor, against my advice and urging, the defendant pleads guilty

as charged.

Satisfied? I don't know.

One of the jailhouse lawyers tell you that if you pleaded guilty, you had a

better chance to escape the gas chamber. What difference does that make to you?

Is it that important to you that I go to the gas chamber? Only that we get the

truth.

I didn't see your girl in court.

The black -haired girl in a leather jacket and chinos.

The one with the dark glasses.

She left town a long time ago, Chief.

Going to Mexico. What was her name?

Maria G.

She never would tell me what the G stood for.

Garcia Gutierrez.

Anything else, Chief?

No, that's all.

Anything from the neighbors?

Not much.

But I did find a tenant who lived next to Whitaker.

Until he was evicted.

Oddly sound promise.

Well, he's a painter.

Not very successful, I gather.

But he did spend a lot of time trying to catch the last rays of the setting sun.

When you get to the point, will you let me know?

He told me that very often, Whitaker would leave his room about 7 .15 and

the cable car for downtown.

7 .15?

About the time Jack Campbell went on duty.

what I expected to find here.

Phone book with Gloria Campbell's number in it, monogram set of his and her

towels.

Chief, one of the first things I learned at the academy was that when a

policeman gets too personally involved in a case... He should be taken off the

case.

You think I wouldn't like to hand this to somebody else?

Strange thing for Whittaker to own.

Maybe you like to study the stars.

It's not aimed at the stars.

Take a look, Fran.

But don't touch it.

Don't move it or change the focus.

Hmm.

He's a peeping Tom.

It's aimed at an apartment house on Telegraph Hill.

Any particular place on the house?

Windows on the top two floors.

Oh, hello, Chief. I was just going to call you. There's something I'd like to

show you, Gloria.

Can I pick you up in about ten minutes?

Well, I'm leaving for the airport in less than an hour.

Remember, I told you I was going out of town.

This won't take long.

It's important.

All right.

See you in ten minutes.

Don't worry. I'll get you back in town.

I didn't think he'd want to leave without learning the wind -up of the

Well, Fetker already admitted he was guilty, didn't he? Yes, but you see, he

a girlfriend, a kind of semi -hippie.

I have the feeling he's held out all along, even confessed to protect her.

Do we know who she is?

We know where she lives.

Matter of fact, I have the keys for an apartment. Fran came up with them early

this evening. I guess, uh, love nest is an old -fashioned word.

Is it very far?

We're practically there.

I don't understand.

If this girl is involved with Whitaker, someone must know who she is.

No, Whitaker made all the arrangements.

All we can learn from anyone is the same physical description of the girl. Never

any more than all in black, glasses, hat, sweaters, chinos, just like those.

Did she live here alone?

In a manner of speaking.

That's very nice.

If you'd ever seen Whitaker's rooms, you'd realize how great the contrast is.

Here, come on, have a look.

See, from here, all she had to do was move the light in a certain way.

Any kind of signal.

Whitaker would know she was here waiting for him.

Then he'd take the cable car.

For all his neighbors knew, he was on his way to the bars on Market Street.

Instead, he must have gotten off and taken the bus here.

Why are you telling me all this?

We discussed motive, remember?

It's confusing, nothing I could go into a court of law with.

But it can explain why a total cipher like George Whitaker is...

willing to plead guilty to murder one with a smile on his face.

For this place?

This place, and a beautiful, intelligent, passionate woman waiting

I'm not surprised he'd kill somebody if she asked him to.

Not surprised he'd stand up in court and take the whole rap, let her go free.

He was a loser all his life.

This girl gave him a chance to go out a winner.

It was important to Whitaker that he find Jack by himself.

You knew he was riding alone.

Garcia heard your voice when he called to say he couldn't make it. But you told

me you had no idea Jack was on duty without his partner.

That was the day after he was buried.

I'd forgotten.

You told me you'd never seen Whitaker before.

In 1966, when you and Jack lived in an apartment before he bought you the new

house, Whitaker came to see you.

He was very insistent.

The manager remembers that.

Whitaker came to see me because he was desperate.

You know how Jack hated anything to do with narcotics?

He told him he'd get ten years in the penitentiary. He wanted me to talk to

that's all.

You think I help...

Him kill Jack?

What confused me at first was the insurance policy.

We have a handwriting expert who swears the signature is Jack's and a document

examiner who says Jack signed after you filled out the application, not before.

But, Gloria, your husband wasn't killed for money.

He was killed so a woman would no longer have to lead a secret existence with

her young lover.

Did I leave anything out?

Gloria!

Gloria!

Gloria!

Thanks, Sergeant.

Stay in touch.

Gloria didn't go to the airport.

She caught a cab and went home.

But why? She... She's got the $100 ,000. You said there's no evidence we can

hold her on.

Chief Antotovitz.

Yeah. Chief Fran.

Yes, Fran?

This case gets stranger by the minute.

I talked to the building manager here again.

He's French, so it isn't easy.

But just on a wild thought, I showed her a picture of Jack Campbell.

He was here.

At the girl's apartment?

At least twice in the week before he was killed.

Did he go to the apartment itself?

The manager doesn't know. The first time he identified himself as a police

officer, the second he was already in the elevator when she saw him. Doesn't

read the papers?

Oh, sure.

The LeMond and the Paris match are all over the apartment.

But they don't have a lot of San Francisco crime news.

All right, Fran.

Get hold of Garcia.

He's on stakeout at Gloria Campbell's house.

Find out what cases he and Jack were working on the last three weeks.

Investigations where they'd...

Have to make follow -ups during the day. All right. I'll call you back as soon

as I can.

Jack must have found out about his wife and Whitaker. He'd never have held still

for that.

Look at it another way.

We've been working on the assumption that Whitaker's trying to protect

Suppose he and Gloria are trying to protect somebody else. What kind of

would try to protect somebody who killed or helped kill her own husband?

Not a thing, Chief.

Gloria hasn't left the house or made a phone call.

I've been looking over this list of cases you and Jack worked on.

What about this informant's report on Cal -Aztec Airlines?

Why that one?

Gloria knows one of the stewardesses.

That informant is less than reliable, to put it mildly.

But you know Jack.

Whenever he heard the word narcotics... According to this, Jack checked it out

by himself. I was testifying three days straight, and that's a perjury thing.

Cal -Aztec's for the small operations.

Right. Five airplanes.

They, uh, they chartered them to travel club museum groups, mostly Central and

South America. Informant said there were supposed to be employees bringing in

heroin. Jack said it didn't look like anything to him. And if it didn't look

like anything to him, it probably isn't. What airline do you suppose Gloria was

going to use on the trip she didn't take?

Yes?

Yes, I've got that.

Fine. Thank you very much.

Finally. Sounds promising.

I've been talking to the court clerk in Macon County, West Virginia.

Gloria Mallon was born there in September 1935. Both parents deceased.

Go on. There's another date. November 17, 1953.

Baby Mallon, female, born to Gloria Mallon, unwed. Her daughter.

Yes? Sergeant Brown, I believe.

Right there, friends.

Let me have that.

Could be heroin.

Miss Mellon, I'm placing you under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent and the right to counsel at every stage of

the proceedings against you.

If you give up the right to remain silent, everything you say may be used

evidence against you.

Do you understand what I've just said?

I had to get away from there.

I had no way of taking care of her.

I left her with my mother.

After Jack and I were married, she wouldn't come and live with us.

She never really forgave me for deserting her.

Jack knew that she was in town.

We know that he went to see her last week.

Yes, I told him when she called.

She had just graduated airline security school.

She was based in San Francisco.

She asked me to meet her at a bar at the Shanghai Gate.

Grand Street?

Yes.

You hadn't seen her in all those years, and yet you didn't invite her to your

home? Oh, I did.

But she didn't want to come.

I don't think she had really made up her mind whether she wanted to see me or

not.

But she did.

Well, I am her mother.

She looked so pretty and neat in her new uniform.

It was good to see her.

She is pretty, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

The Shanghai Gate.

Yes, he was there.

He bought us a drink and asked Joanna what she wanted to hear on the jukebox.

Gloria, he did a lot more than buy her a drink and play her some records. You

know that as well as I do.

She said she was seeing him.

I didn't know about the apartment until two weeks ago.

Jack told me. Because he knew some employees of Cal Aztec were involved in

smuggling narcotics and that Joanna was one of them?

He said he talked to Joanna. She was in too deep.

He needed a few more names before he started making arrests.

What about the night he was killed?

Right after he left, Joanna called.

I told her to run.

And then when I found out he was dead...

I couldn't believe it was Whitaker.

And then... All I could think about was Joanna.

She never had anyone else.

Now, suppose you caught that plane the other night.

I had $100 ,000 I was going to give to her. She never came back to the States.

Then when you took me to the apartment, I figured you were having me followed.

I have no other questions now.

I'll have that typed.

You can sign it after you've read it over.

You're free to go.

Robert.

Can I see her?

I mean, Whitaker's given her... Full statement, Chief.

Her place was a drop.

Joanna would leave the drugs there and Whitaker would pick them up.

I haven't seen her statement. Was she actually with Whitaker when he killed

Jack?

She said she only told him they ought to get out from under him.

Well, let's leave it up to the jury.

Can you imagine what Gloria must have gone through?

Trying to figure out what she should do.

What's right or wrong.

It's over for her now.

You know, 95 % of the time, police work makes sense. You get a real feeling of

accomplishment.

And every once in a while, there's a case like this.

We did finally get at the truth.

All of it.

Yeah.

I wish I could say I was happy about it.