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Thank you.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

The regularly scheduled program will not be seen tonight.

Instead, we bring you this special presentation, Inquest on a Murder and

Ourselves.

Most of us here in the city saw this picture in our morning newspaper four

ago.

We learned that a young woman had been heard talking, arguing for about a half

an hour the previous night between 11 and 11 .30 p .m., arguing with some man

Sutter Park and then crying out for help.

Now, dozens of people in the apartment buildings surrounding the park,

northeast, southwest, heard her call out, but nobody went to help her.

When finally someone did, the police were notified.

They came and...

She was shockingly, shamefully dead.

Murdered. A murder that didn't have to happen. A murder that is still unsolved

tonight.

And there are many questions still unanswered. One, what was the victim

the park that hour of the night?

And who was the man she was arguing with?

And most of all, why didn't somebody, one of us, go to help when they heard

young woman cry out?

Okay, Fred, on two, ready to pen the guess. Okay, two. Nice and easy. Dead

but the character of our city and its people, we have some distinguished

with us this evening. And take two. Dr. Albert Bartheim, one of the nation's

foremost psychiatrists, author of a number of important books on criminals

their motivations.

The Honorable James Lowry, United States Congressman from this very district

where the murder took place.

And on my left, Mrs. Millicent Pyle, widow of the much -worn theologian and

social thinker Dr. Grayson Pyle herself, both an urbanologist and religious

activist.

And finally, the man in personal charge of this investigation, Chief Robert

Ironside.

I'll be talking with all of our guests as the hour develops.

And also, since our program is not only a discussion of the meaning,

and the morality behind this crime, but part of a continuing police

investigation, I've asked Chief Ironside to feel free to interrupt at any time,

use the program in any way which it may help.

Do you answer?

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, from this moment on, for the next hour and as many hours

after that as necessary, your police are manning special telephones.

This number is for you.

333 -0024.

This number is for you.

For any of you who might know something big or small about this murder.

Some scrap of memory brought to the surface by something that may be said

during this next hour.

Or even a second thought about something you've always known.

but were too uncertain about to say earlier.

The point is, a killer is at large, but he hasn't gotten away.

Now, this murder was clearly a crime of passion committed by an amateur, and

amateurs make mistakes.

I'm sure this man did.

I'm also sure that all of us, together, know enough to isolate him and to run

him down.

That's why I'm here tonight.

To me, this is not a television program, not a circus.

It is part of a manhunt.

We each know something.

Together, we can know all.

Together, we can find the killer.

Thank you, Chief Ironside.

Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin this.

public inquest into the murder in Sutter Park in exactly one minute.

I wonder what she's thinking now If

I had a simple answer

And if I had just one more chance To

relive my life with her again

Goodbye, my love.

Please don't cry, my love.

It'll only be a while before I start to smile

at the memories that you left me.

Ladies and gentlemen, we resume our special presentation, Inquest on a

and Ourselves.

Mary Belmont.

This is how she looked alive.

25 years old, part -time art student, part -time waitress at Creighton State

College, about 75 miles from here.

Among the things we do know about her is that she took the bus to San Francisco

once a week, always returning home late the same night.

But on this particular night, she met a man.

This man.

Who is he?

This is all the police department artist has had to go on so far.

A few details remembered after the fact by some of the people in the apartment

buildings around the murder park.

No particular feature yet to distinguish the killer.

Well, this much we do have.

One person recalls that the...

Man seems to have been about, oh, seven or eight inches taller than the girl.

Ready to roll, Phil? Ready to roll. The people in that building, they saw

little, but they heard a lot.

Why then was there a 25 -minute lag before the police were caught?

And several more minutes before the first and only person actually ran in to

and help that girl?

We've tried to find answers to those questions from some of the people who

to talk to us.

One, Mrs. Bertha Merz, who lives in apartment 3B, front.

Hey, where's he going?

Who knows?

We've got one show going. He's got another. I was just coming back from

my dog.

I couldn't see them. They were on the other side of the wall.

Now he's just standing there watching the TV set.

Intimate.

I suppose I should have paid more attention. Keep the line open.

Yeah. Gotcha.

They're watching the shows, and matter of fact, you turned the set on.

That's a good start.

You're staking an awful lot on this, Chief.

But if I'm right, he won't be able to take the pressure. And if you're not?

Young lady, I didn't want this television show.

We could have moved a lot quicker and cleaner without it, but since it's going

on, I intend to use the time. He is an amateur, he is sweating, and he can be

broken, and now.

Try and help, but... Well, you saw the papers last week, didn't you?

Nice fellow.

What'd he have?

Three, maybe four kids.

You know the guy, I mean.

A good Samaritan, like the papers always say.

Somebody was being mugged. He tried to help.

What was it they stuck him with?

Nice pick, no less.

Well, I half started to go out, but... If you had another chance, would you go

out? Young lady standing here with you nice people, your cameras and your

and all. I say I would, but...

Our cities are becoming jungles.

I know that somebody's got to turn things around.

Somebody's got to be first. Well, by me.

Three other tenants in that building wouldn't talk to our reporters.

However, in an apartment building on the west side of the park, Mrs. Martin

Lucas in 2B did open her door.

I didn't know what was going on at first.

I don't like to pry into the personal affairs of others.

I'm a very private person myself.

Well, according to the police records, you were the first person who actually

did call the police and said there was a girl in trouble.

Yes, I did.

But too late.

Were you alone at the time?

Yes. No, my husband was home. Yeah, I'll hold.

Photography darkroom.

It seems so ironic now.

I was trying to decide whether or not to...

Open the darkroom door and perhaps ruin one of his pictures.

And then there was that last scream, and I reacted instinctively. I guess I

called the police.

I really don't feel comfortable saying anything else.

Regret is an easy, often cheap emotion.

Too late, too late, too late. That seems to be the theme running through these

interviews.

Even among those people who did try to do something one way or another, like

Mrs. Lucas.

It's also there, among other regrets, in the story of the one person who seems

to have tried the most.

This young man... He just turned and stared at him. That part was finished.

He went over and poured himself another drink.

Now he's just standing there watching the TV set.

Keep the line open. Right.

Also, more importantly, because Chief Ironside specifically wanted the young

here.

This is Jimmy Sanders, young track and football star whose picture you also saw

in the morning papers after the murder.

He's the young man who did rush out into that park to answer Mary Belmont's

final scream.

Jimmy... I must say that by making a human response, you became the closest

thing we have to a hero in this tragic story. One. I don't feel like one.

I heard that creep in the bushes. I thought I heard him in the bushes, and I

went after him.

But I tripped. When I got up, he was gone.

And there she was.

Yes, yes, but you tried, Jimmy.

That's part of the reason for this program, to search into...

Why most people didn't try soon enough. Why the one person who did, you, was the

youngest.

Dr. Bartheim, is the age factor significant here?

Are our young people perhaps less embittered and interdirected by the

of these times?

Well, I wouldn't want to prove anything by a statistic of one.

There's no doubt that young people are less.

cautious. Still, cynicism with which this situation is rampant is also a

of the young, unfortunately.

Jimmy, you've been encountered by some of these among your peers, I imagine.

You mean by that they think I didn't catch up with a guy on purpose because I

was afraid or something?

Some guys think I'm chicken.

I mean, I can run the 109 .6 for crying out loud.

But I have to ask myself, I mean, I was afraid.

It bugs me. I guess it always will.

Hope not, Jimmy.

That's one of the reasons I wanted you here tonight.

Now, you listen carefully to me.

Being chicken had nothing to do with it.

You couldn't help that man getting away.

Temporarily getting away, that is.

I doubt if it'll give Mary Belmont's killer much comfort.

And you deserve it to be said publicly.

We are convinced you couldn't have caught up with that man.

It's our working theory.

But he eluded you because he knew the area intimately.

He was able to lose himself in the dark and slip into one of the apartment

buildings.

One of the apartment buildings surrounding the park.

A few hundred feet in any direction.

Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean that the man lives there or is one of

your neighbors, Jimmy.

Hello, Mark.

Also doesn't mean that he isn't.

Got you. We...

Tell the chief he's going out. Let me reassure you.

I'm confident you won't have to worry about being chicken for the rest of your

life. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

And our thanks to you, Jimmy.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, suppose we turn to the... Okay, line up the shrink.

...aspects of this case.

The dynamics of people's reactions. For that, we...

Again, sir, to Dr. Buck. Excuse me if I may interrupt.

What's he doing?

Where do we go from here?

You heard what he said. He might want to change things.

...personally involved in this crime, who knew certain things about the victim

and the man who killed her.

This young lady is a psychology graduate student at Creighton State College, a

school where Mary Belmont also was a student.

They have a hotline on the Creighton campus. Students can call a number, get

friendly voice at the other end of the phone to talk to them or to listen to

their problems.

Our next guest listened to Mary Belmont.

She heard a great deal.

It worked.

He's still on the hook.

This is Miss Sandy Weiner.

Good evening, Miss Weiner.

Thank you for being with us.

Chief Ironside.

Miss Weiner, we know that Miss Belmont spoke to you several times in the last

month. In fact, she phoned just a few hours before her last trip to this city.

Would you please tell us about that last... Sir, I'd like to make a

first. Of course.

The hotline is supposed to be very confidential.

So I want people to understand that I didn't go to the police.

They somehow found me.

And besides, Mary was already dead, so I felt I could somehow help by telling

what I know.

I can reassure everyone on that, Miss Weiner.

Getting you here was no small thing.

Well, from the first to the last, Mary Belmont only talked about one thing.

An affair she was having with some man.

A married man.

And lately things had gone sour and the man's wife had become suspicious.

Mary thought the man was going to dump her.

And her last trip up here was supposed to be some kind of showdown with the

She never mentioned his name. Oh, no. He had drummed it into her about being

super cautious.

She wasn't even allowed to have a snapshot of him.

But she did tell you she was bringing something to him this last trip.

Yes. It was a drawing of him.

She'd done from memory.

Mary Belmont was an art student.

Yes. She was a very good one.

Now, we can assume that a drawing would be a good likeness. He's all ears.

Oh, sir. I don't mean any drawing.

Right on.

All right.

Drawing of the man who was her lover and our prime suspect.

Now, what did Mary Belmont tell you she would do with this drawing?

Well, there was some place in San Francisco with a mailing address.

That's how they got messages to each other.

She couldn't call him at home, of course, or where he worked. I suppose he

afraid of his wife finding out somehow.

Anyway, Mary was awfully upset, and her idea was to leave the drawing there,

wherever, before she talked to him.

It was pathetic. I mean, it was so desperate.

She was going to leave a note with the drawing saying how would he like it if

she sent a copy of this and a letter to his wife.

But honestly, I could tell that this was just some kind of game she was playing

with herself.

All she wanted was reassurance. She didn't want it to end at all.

She sounded so erratic, and I tried to talk her out of going, but I couldn't.

And I couldn't leave the hotline either.

You did your job, Miss Weiner.

Now it's up to the rest of us.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

That man's picture can be found wherever Mary Belmont and the man exchanged

their messages. Now, where was that?

A mailbox?

Perhaps in a little back room rented under an assumed name?

Perhaps a post office box also under an assumed name?

There are thousands of rooms and many post office boxes in all branches.

It's a big job.

In time, we would, of course, get to the right place, the right box.

But someone out there can help.

Someone of you can cut the time it would take us by days, by hours.

I would like our other pictures of Mary Belmont to be shown now.

Ready to change pictures?

Please study this girl. Change.

Some of you must have seen her.

She was in the city once a week.

She went to that place with the mailbox or that post office box.

One of you try to remember where it was you saw her.

Now please just look at her pictures and look and concentrate.

Sorry I had to interrupt.

Perfectly all right, Chief.

This is just as much your show as ours. Would you let those pictures roll for a

few moments? Then carry on. I'll be right back.

Certainly, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, anything?

The usual crank calls. A few people remember seeing her, but on canvas.

Nothing. He's staying, but... Belmont, even if you just think you might

have seen her, won't you please call in and tell us what you can?

Thank you.

I'm going out.

Maybe you shouldn't. I need some air.

Anyway, we've already had the big moment.

We saw you on TV.

Yeah, we did.

He's moving.

Hello,

singer. Yeah, go ahead.

Thank you.

He left the apartment. Ed's on his way.

Contact the stakeout car.

Act of a sordid neurotic episode.

And such a man, such a sick person would have a... just a compulsion to watch

the show.

More than that.

My, uh...

personal opinion, this kind of man would be compelled to act, to do something,

even take some kind of desperate action to avoid the forces he feels surrounding

him.

Thank you, Doctor. I couldn't have said it better myself.

Congressman Lowry, your subcommittee on urban violence has been worried about

our troubled cities long before the Mary Belmont murder.

Has anything you've heard here tonight so far affected your opinions?

Unfortunately not.

I feel that the danger on the city streets has turned too many of us

Lude us, if you please, to our television sets, which is okay with the

because that gets us out of their hair.

With few exceptions, this tragedy is a perfect example of how we're being

trained to do nothing, to watch.

This program proves it, too.

Crime has become another spectator sport. Congressman, I'm sure, I'm quite

the police department doesn't regard crime as a kind of game or sport.

But if it has to be characterized that way, we do know the score.

Chief Ironside, I'm not singling out the police anymore.

And pour this to the chief and then wait here.

I feel that the danger on the city streets has turned too many of us

With few exceptions, this tragedy is a perfect example of how we're being

trained to do nothing but watch.

Miss Programmer.

Uh, come on, dude. I want us to sell.

Rhoda, what are you doing here?

I saw you come into the park.

I was afraid.

Rhoda, what is it?

This is the place.

The place where that girl came to meet her... The place where that girl was

killed. Oh.

Well, I thought it was over this way more. No, here.

All right.

But what's the difference?

Why should you want to come here?

I couldn't help myself.

That program.

What they're saying and what they're asking.

It made me think.

To wonder.

About what?

I don't know.

There must have been some way I could help.

You told all you knew to the police. To that reporter.

Did I?

Honey, if there's anything else, I mean, if you're keeping something back,

I can't imagine why, but if you are, then you should go to them.

You should, honestly.

No.

God help me.

There's nothing more I can tell them.

I'm just fed up with these endless discussions of why there is so much

Why the police don't do more, why the average man doesn't do more.

Right now, for instance, this pseudo -public way of investigating a murder.

He's taking his car, it's following him.

To a post office, I hope.

Chief Ironside, I'd like to quote back a word that you used earlier.

Isn't it likely this will become a circus?

We'll just have to wait and see.

Believe me, I don't want anyone to misunderstand my concern.

We know it, sweetheart.

We're off to get reelected.

But what concerns me is a situation we have today that we didn't have 50 or 60

years ago. The media, the impact of instant communications, particularly

television.

People watch the news.

Crime stuff is vivid.

It has an impact far beyond its relative position in the day's events.

I think television is correctly doing its duty.

It's hard to make the public understand.

I don't want to preempt the clergy's prerogative.

I have enough problems trying to maintain my own responsibilities, but I

think this is all a matter of a national loss of faith. It's a vicious circle.

The people see so much crime news, they've lost faith in themselves as the

abiding.

The overworked police in turn seem to have lost faith in their old ability to

maintain law and order because of the public's attitude.

Because of this whole business of court decisions and arrest.

Finally, the circle becomes complete.

A people reflecting the change in the police's attitude.

The growing anger and the cynicism.

Losing faith in the police?

I have to differ with you, Congressman.

Young people like Sandy Weiner and Jimmy Sanders, they didn't lose faith, they

tried.

Dozens of policemen all over this city following up leads you don't know about.

They haven't quit either.

Those people in our audience who are beginning to call us.

Those who may have seen Mary Belmont at that mailbox or post office box.

It's no spectator sport to them.

They're trying to help. I don't believe it's a circus.

People are looking.

Somebody's going to remember where he or she saw that girl.

Here, what mailbox?

May we please have those pictures of Mary Belmont again and our phone number,

please?

Guess there are a couple of people that know something.

Can solve the whole case right now.

Faith, ladies and gentlemen.

The word faith has been bandied back and forth here the last few minutes. I

think perhaps Mrs.

Pyle... Ready on two? Glad we're here from you.

Take two.

I don't think that I have any special qualifications to discuss matters of

faith.

My husband never did.

And I...

Don't think, Congressman, that that's included in your electoral mandate

But I have become somewhat impatient sitting here and listening to

it said that Mary Belmont's pathetic death seems to prove somehow that some

fiber has gone out of our people, that we've lost a faith in ourselves,

a self -respect, whatever.

Ladies and gentlemen, we lose those things and find those things every day.

And have, ever since man got off all fours and therefore was able to look up.

This case, the Kitty Genovese case in New York, a few others, have received

tremendous publicity.

I've got to speak to Chief Ironside. It's important.

Charlie, not again.

Charlie.

Just this once. Will you stay out of our hair? I'm the one. I did it. Yeah,

yeah, I know. This time, I really did.

I killed that girl. Yeah, I know, Charlie. You don't understand.

I did.

I'm the one. You don't understand. I killed that girl, I tell you. I really

Quick. Get out of business, Bob.

But things have changed.

I was pounding a neighborhood beat.

People have changed. What Dr.

Bartheim calls the...

Fear, psychosis, and cities.

You discussed it in your last article, Doctor.

You mean about people turning inward.

It was just a way of making my point.

I feel that when people turn inward, they think they're only locking their

doors, but they end up also locking their hearts.

Post -op.

Maybe he's not our man.

I'm not a post officer or nothing.

He got rattled.

Ed's in his tail, but there's no way of figuring where he's going right now.

We had him.

We had him.

Until I understand the line, I want to know every turn he makes.

Ed, stay with us. The city gates were also locked.

It was a time when every man had to carry a weapon because...

Violence and murder were the norm, and so -called law and order the rare

exception.

We are living at a bizarre and ironic time in our history. We have

the luxury of analyzing ourselves, of being very harsh and sitting in judgment

on ourselves.

Oh, I just hope we don't overdo it.

I haven't agreed with you.

We humans have made a lot of progress. Well, the current anger and isolation of

many of the people in our congested cities is a major setback. We have to

a... All right, you heard the man. Move in one. As Chief Ironside pointed out,

many people, so -called average citizens, aren't turning away tonight.

They're trying to help the police one way or another.

help narrow in on that one particular mailbox or post office box.

I've been watching Chief Ironside's staff. They have two special phone

One hookup just for police work and the other for the public. That number that

we've been showing you on the screen from time to time and the number that

people have been using.

Obviously, we can't tell you the substance of these calls, but...

We can report that they are coming in.

People are calling.

Seriously, trying to help.

I didn't have the pleasure of knowing your late husband, Mrs. Powell, but

you say that you and he were more or less in conjunction with your feelings

about this current crime situation?

Yes, I'm sure. He's just crossing Geary.

Coming this way.

May not mean anything.

If it wasn't the drawing alone, it would nail him.

I was catching him at that post office box, red -handed.

Chief, we'll get him eventually.

We want him now.

Who cannot visit the parks, they visit it as children. And I feel that I must

stand behind strong measures now to alleviate this very distressing

Yeah. Ed?

You've got to be kidding.

If he does that, wow.

We've got ourselves a live one.

am not weak, where the positive approach would be to say, I am strong.

And I think that's what we ought to convey to the people.

Yes, sir.

May I help you?

Your program, the one about the girl?

I think I have some information that may help you.

Yes, sir. Right this way, sir.

schedule of programs as such, and I feel that includes crime shows. I feel that

includes the news. I feel that the media does lead the people.

Thank you for coming, sir. Won't you sit down?

Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, we have another gentleman.

He's an iceberg.

Asking you for out there, for someone, anyone to come forward.

In this case, Mr. Martin Lucas.

Mr. Lucas happens to be a resident of one of the apartment houses directly

across the street from the park where Mary Belmont was murdered.

In fact, we saw Mr.

Lucas' wife earlier this evening in one of our film clip interviews, and she was

one of the first persons who called in to the police. Isn't that correct, Mr.

Lucas? Yes.

But unfortunately, as my wife said, the call was too late.

Mr. Lucas came to our studio because the sight of Mary Belmont, the pictures we

showed, triggered his memory.

I really don't know if it's important.

I know him. He always asks me about the team.

This happened maybe, oh, ten days ago.

Ten days or a week before that girl... Well, that is

before it happened.

And that also fit in when I started remembering. You said she came to the

once a week. That's right.

Well, anyway, I'd been aware of something going on in that park.

A man and a woman. That night, you mean? A week before the murder?

Yes. But the thing was, it looked strange.

I mean, one came from one direction, one from the other.

I suppose it was their place to meet.

Now, this is embarrassing. I am not a snoop.

But there was something so... well, secretive about the two of them, about

talking quietly together and then arguing and then talking again.

I admit it. I watched them. Everybody watches, Mr. Lucas.

That's how a great many police cases get solved, as perhaps you yourself are

proving right now.

Now, those snapshots of Mary Belmont...

Did seem like the girl to you, I take it.

Well, it was dark and all that, but the second time you showed those pictures,

one pose in particular, a serious pose, I knew it.

It was the same girl.

I'm sorry. I know I should have come to the police sooner, but after all, I'd

seen people in that park, couples, you know.

It's sort of dark. It's a...

It's a natural... Excuse me.

These television lights, sir. Yes, they are bad.

If you saw enough of the girl to match her to our photos, Mr.

Lucas, you must have seen the man fairly clearly.

The artist's drawing. I mean, the light from the street was mainly hitting her.

But, I mean, I did see something.

That's why I'm here. Mr. Lucas, that drawing was made by our police artist.

Admittedly, very incomplete.

Now, do you think you could add anything to it?

Well, the man I saw seemed quite average looking.

Perhaps a bit taller than average.

Perhaps a bit thinner.

And as for features, it seemed to me his nose was longer than that.

He's almost describing himself.

Oh, that's cute.

If somebody else did see the girl in him, it'll seem to back up what he said.

I don't know. I'm trying to remember.

Not too much. We're starting to run out.

Frank, keep it moving.

I'm afraid that's it.

I guess when you think about it, what I had to say is not really very important

at all, is it? Every scrap of information is useful.

Thank you, Mr. Lucas. Thanks for taking the trouble to come here this evening.

Oh, it's no trouble at all. I'm just sorry that I couldn't be of more help.

This way.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm preparing for our discussion here tonight. I visited

the deputy mayor in City Hall.

I was curious about the...

Public's reaction to Mary Belmont's death. That's all, Chief. I'll be

home. My wife is... I'll have to ask you to stay, Mr. Lucas, just until the

program is over.

Then I'd like you to repeat your statement to a police stenographer.

Official red tape. I'm sorry.

Well, it won't take too long. I don't know. Why don't you just wait over

cool off, have something to drink?

I have a copy of this. I asked if I... Read them on the air.

And it's...

I don't know what spooked him. He was going for that mailbox.

He didn't reach it.

I'm in Miss Nichols' class.

Fran, there's a vending machine in the hall. Get a couple of bags of peanuts.

Put them near Lucas.

Did you say... peanuts?

Give him his wine.

He said the police are no good. He said nobody's safe on our streets.

He doesn't have much time.

You think he'll go for it?

Never mind.

Let's just hope he doesn't get spooked again.

We're going to wait for the chief, aren't we?

I could ask you, Mr. Mayor.

Aren't the police watching out for all of us?

Moving to...

Take it tight.

Five minutes.

He better start wrapping up.

But as Mayor Falco said, very much to the point.

And this was his answer to Janet.

Dear Janet, thank you for your letter. We in the mayor's office like to hear

from young people like you.

For you are the future citizens of this great city.

In answer to your question, the police in the city are doing their very best to

watch out for everyone.

Just as your father is doing his very best for all of us in the Pacific.

Isn't that big though? Yes.

Well, this is a big city.

The police and the city officials can't do every job right, right away.

I'll let Miss Weiner standing by. We need help from people.

And there are those who say that some of the people didn't help soon enough to

save Mary Belmont.

Hindsight is easy, Janet.

It seems to me people did try.

Next time, I'm sure they'll try harder.

We want to build not only a great city, but a safe one for you and your

generation.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, we only have a few minutes left.

If I may have them, please. What's he doing? He's killing me.

So, call a cop. You never know what will trap a criminal.

Sometimes it's a mass of evidence.

Sometimes a very small personal detail.

In this case, there's one I neglected to mention.

Miss Weiner, will you come back here, please?

Miss Weiner, when we spoke about Mary Belmont day before yesterday,

you told me everything you knew about her.

Well, just what I told you, what she told me on the hotline.

Well, since we have a little time... Time?

What time?

...unusual personal detail she mentioned in one of those telephone calls.

It's possible that it could be a clue.

The way he apparently liked to doctor up his Cokes.

You mean what she said about him pouring peanuts into the bottle?

Yes, peanuts in a Coke.

Old -fashioned combination.

Mary Belmont tried it herself.

Yeah, that's how it came up. She was talking about how everything had changed

since she'd been involved.

She did all the things that he liked.

It's a tiny detail.

But perhaps this will help us pinpoint the man.

We have other facts, ladies and gentlemen.

The hour for this program is almost over.

Yeah, you said it, Chief. It's not my work day.

We are closing in on Mary Belmont's killer.

I'm certain he's hearing these words.

Let him hear this.

It is only a matter of time.

Now, where does this so -called respectable man think he's going to

own home?

We know he's married.

We have reason to believe his wife has her own suspicions.

If she has kept silent so far...

How long will she keep silent?

How long could a man depend on her silence for his life?

we've been talking about why some people didn't help, why others did, and how

much they helped.

We haven't mentioned the one person who helped us the most.

And that's Mary Belmont's killer.

I told you, he's an amateur.

He left us a trail.

He's been doing it all along.

Hey.

Even tonight.

Even this past hour.

Even now.

Fred, pull back. Stay with him, quick.

Chief, are you all right? Fine, fine.

Good.

Take two.

Ladies and gentlemen, I don't have to explain to you what happened here

You saw it all, just as it was happening.

All I can say is this concludes our special presentation, and if I might

most successfully.

Thank you, and good night.