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see you

Scotch? I've known noisier libraries.

Yeah. You can whisper that again.

Miss Grantham would be furious if she
were here. Miss Grantham?

Our drama coach from college, Jan's and
mine.

Oh.

That Miss Grantham.

To her, the cardinal scene and showbiz
is a late curtain. And they're late

almost an hour. Liberally, no doubt.

Sell more of these.

Like another?

Only when I need a good varnish remover.

Is this where it's at?

Peace.

Peace is silence.

And silence is golden.

So I expect to see but not hear your
disappointment when I tell you how it

And this is how it is.

Jan can't make the scene tonight. I
don't understand.

I talked on the telephone this morning.
She wanted to tell me to backstage.

Especially you, Chief.

But I'm here.

And Luke is here.

And if you'll settle for the two of us
instead of the trio, and if you won't

demand that your bar bill be cut by a
third...

She must have left a forwarding address.

You sure?

Well, Matthew and Luke, are they still
registered?

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

That call for me?

No, Chief.

I called the motel to find out about
Jan.

And? And she left yesterday.

At least the motel manager thinks it was
yesterday.

Thinks? Didn't he see her go?

No.

He said that Matthew simply told him
that Jan wouldn't be needing a room

anymore.

Doesn't that seem rather odd?

Not necessarily.

Isn't Matthew also the trio's business
manager?

Yeah, and Luke's playing us the music.

Chief, any time you want to know about
any group, just ask me.

Any time I want to know, I'll ask.

Any time.

Chief.

Chief, I'm worried.

Why not call Matthew?

He could tell you where Jan is.

I tried.

Neither Matthew or Luke take any outside
phone calls.

Why should she leave so suddenly?

Oh, to get away from all those finger
snappers.

What is this new thing?

Okay, I'm asking. Well, it's only with
that particular trio, Chief. Silent

adoration. That's their bag. Like the
Beatles had screaming females.

This group's fan shows no outward
emotions, but inside it's all love,

love.

Where are you going?

To see Matthew or Luca, both if
necessary.

They may not take any outside phone
calls, but they'll answer if I pound on

their door long and loud enough.

Chief, I'm at the morgue. No
identification of the victim as yet.

Description? Caucasian, early 20s, brown
hair, beautiful, or was.

Stabbed several times, and the sweet
smell of marijuana still clings to her

clothing.

All right, stick with the ID.

Yes, sir.

I'm Eve Whitfield, Jan's friend.

Well, any friend of Jan's.

Entree, mademoiselle.

Super big.

So you're a friend of Jan's? That's
right. We went to school together. We

in the same drama class. Oh, right, that
Eve Whitfield.

Hey, the kids at Berkeley aren't going
to believe this.

This little piggy is beautiful.

Well, thank you.

Oh, where's Jan?

Oh, uh, on a trip.

Where?

Who knows? The stars?

The moon?

Loveland?

Listen, when Jan goes, she's, like,
gone.

And I'd offer you a drink, but booze is
in my bag.

And when the cops are around, I'd try to
pay attention to the signs.

Like, uh, keep off the grass.

How about no trespassing?

Ah, no kidding now.

If I offered you a joint, would you bust
me?

If I popped a couple of pills, turned
on?

I'd bust you.

Groovy.

Groovy. You're okay.

For a cop.

Well, thank you.

But what about Jan?

Oh, she'll be back.

Will you?

What?

Be back.

Or if you want me to woo you the
establishment way, where do I send the

stem roses?

When do I meet your father?

What time do we dine in a very public
restaurant?

Here's my card.

Oh, discretion.

I dig.

No, you don't.

You're to call me only if you hear from
Sam.

Hey. I know a restaurant that serves
nothing but flaming desserts like burn,

baby, burn.

It was very nice meeting you.

Who was that?

Who was here?

What'd she want?

Answer me, Luke.

What did she want?

Hey, cool that, big brother. You can get
one of those establishment coronaries.

I've got to know everything I do anyway.
It's always baby brother.

He's a friend of Janet's. Did you tell
her anything?

What's to tell?

Oh, Sophie.

Luke, stop improvising.

Hey, because when it comes out of you,
who knows what it's going to be?

I'm just telling it like it is, man.

Hey, you afraid I'm going to say
something dirty?

You still afraid of four -letter words?

You know what you are, big brother?

You're a square.

You're a beep -beep square.

A beep -beep, lousy, beep -no -beep
-good square.

You cutting off my love life now?

Luke, listen.

I don't want you calling her, and I
don't want you talking to her under any

circumstances.

I'm not calling her.

I'm calling Olivia.

Luke.

Listen.

Don't call Olivia. It won't do you any
good.

Why not? Because he's gone.

And she's not coming back. Do you
understand?

What happened?

Is she going on a trip?

Yeah, she went on a trip.

The long one.

Don't worry about me, Chief. I'm all
right.

Chief, you got here sooner than I
expected.

You got back to the office sooner than I
expected. I'd like to have a look at

the body.

Not a very pretty sight now, but... She
certainly was at one time.

Multiple knife wounds. Something with a
thick blade.

Butcher knife, maybe.

Killing us at the end of his life.

Psychotic. Or a drug.

Possibly.

The victim was.

Autopsy shows a considerable amount of
amphetamine in her blood.

So it could be both she and the killer
were both on a trip together.

Is it Jan?

No.

Prince? Nothing.

Apparently never in trouble with the
police.

Anything else with my identifier?

No laundry marks, no labels on her
clothing.

Nothing.

Except this pin to her dress.

What do you think?

Still nothing.

Except it's incongruous for a girl who
was so brutally murdered.

Chief, I've gone through every telephone
book in the Bay Area and wrote down

every name with the initials LV. They
don't give many middle initials in the

phone books.

They do in voter registrations.

Lucille Olive Van Horn.

Linda Opal Vaughn.

Could be a name something like that.

See, I'm willing to go through every
directory, census tabulation,

you name it. But did it ever occur to
you that L -O -V on that psychedelic

button may mean just that?

Plain old -fashioned L -O -V -E and not
somebody's initials? Yes, it occurred to

me.

Right around Morocco, blood on the snow.

Nope.

Look, they turn out these buttons by the
thousands, millions.

You can pick them up in any drugstore.

Not hand -painted.

Not so obviously the work of an artist.

Ah, an old Agatha Christie.

Be nice to curl up with Mitt Marple for
the evening.

Okay, okay.

So, what do I do with these names after
I tabulate them?

Give them to Ed when he comes in. Tell
him to match up one of those names to a

young girl, early 20s, brunette.

Possibly reported missing by her friends
or family.

Peace and love.

Hell. Oh.

Oh, Olivia.

Oh, Olivia, my love.

Did you go where the grass may be
greener? Where the grass may be

greener. Oh.

Where have you gone?

Where have you gone?

My intuition must have blown a fuse. I
was sure Jan would show up here tonight.

Was it Jan you wanted to see or Luke?

I had the least bit of interest in Luke
to see him here tonight.

and I'd like to introduce to you my
favorite female fuzz, Officer Eve

Let's have a hand, folks, for the
grooviest top in town.

Your disinterest in Luke does seem to be
mutual.

Viva la female fuzz!

Just tell me why.

Viva la fuzz! Man, you are really
uptight.

What's your hang -up, man?

Olivia. Where have you gone? Does the
green grass still grow all around?

I warned you not to improvise with your
lyrics.

And with a cop sitting right out in
front.

Man, I don't get it.

What is this Olivia thing, anyway?

Why are you so bugged about the cops?

Hey, hey, man!

Now, you are really being uncool.

That stuff's hard to come by. That
stuff, Luke, is why we're in all this

trouble.

Trouble?

What trouble?

Hey, are we in trouble, Matthew?

Forget it.

Well, are we?

I said, forget it.

Look, it's about Jan. I can fix it with
a phone call.

I don't want you to try to fix anything.

Do you understand?

I'm sick of your fixes!

Yes,

sir, that's by Lenore.

You'll have the deepest sympathy, Mr.
Book.

I guess I should have called the police
when she didn't come home, but...

She often stayed out overnight.

Young people do nowadays.

Since her ma died, I... I guess there's
nothing I can do for her here now.

Might as well start making preparations
for the funeral.

Be a lot of relatives to let know.

I didn't know nothing was wrong until
Sergeant Brown here knocked on my door.

Asked about Lenore.

How did you find me anyway?

Through a pin she was wearing with the
initials L -O -V.

You're a bright young man to think of
that, Mr. Vocal.

What was your daughter's middle name?

Olivia.

See how you affect me?

I've gone to the establishment in your
honor.

One martini coming up.

Very dry.

I don't drink my lunch.

Well, live a little.

Well, for a man who doesn't drink,
you'll mix a plenty cool martini.

Merci, merci.

Last night on the telephone, you said
you had gotten a letter from Jan.

Oh, relax.

Drink your drink.

The letter?

What's so funny?

The letter, Philip.

Give me the letter.

Yes, sir.

Jan. Jan? She was always imitating Betty
Davis at school, and you remind me

of... Of Jan imitating Betty Davis.
Right.

Okay, just so that you don't get to hear
my super -duper imitation of Hermit

Dantien playing the German Tsum Tsum Boy
in Mrs. Miniver with the ever -lovely

Greer Garson.

You must have been a smash in your
senior class play.

Nah.

Hey, would you believe me if I told you
I was the mathematical brain of school?

One of those whiz kids that used to...

Figure out incredibly difficult
equations in his head?

No. Sure.

Say, I was on television at a tender age
of nine, competing with computers.

Here. The letter, Philip.

I couldn't read you, ma 'am. That's
okay.

Do it.

It's to Matthew.

Nothing personal.

Here.

To who?

Thanks for enjoying the scenery.

Met some friends working in clubs.

You must know quite a few people in the
entertainment field.

Oh, no thanks.

Can't refuse to drink to Jan and a happy
time at Tahoe.

To Jan and a happy time at Tahoe.

You're supposed to sip a martini. Hey.

Hey, you're not leaving, are you? Yes.

Well, wait a minute.

Here.

I got this for you.

Oh, I couldn't.

Oh, hey, it's no big deal. Just a little
something I got to show you. You've

been gentle on my mind ever since we
first met.

Created by one of the finest craftsmen
in North Beach.

I didn't know what your middle initial
was, so I just kind of put E -W.

That pin doesn't prove that Luke was
involved with a murdered girl.

She could have bought it herself.

Eve, the girl's name was Olivia.

Last night, Luke sang a song about
Olivia and how she'd gone to where the

is greener, remember?

It seems to me it's more than just a
coincidence.

Wouldn't you say so, Chief?

Well, has it been customary for Luke to
eulogize his girlfriends in song?

Is that his thing?

Do you know, Eve? No.

Encyclopedia? You got me.

What about Jan?

What's been her relationship with Luke?

I don't know, Chief. You'd have to ask
her. I would if I knew where to reach

her. Lake Tahoe. I told you about the
letter she wrote to Matthew.

Eve.

Exactly what did the letter say?

Well, it was short and scribbly, which
is typical Jan.

She was enjoying the scenery.

She won $36 at blackjack, 10 on the
nickel slots.

She met some people she knew. Did she
name anyone?

Yes. A comedian by the name of Alan
Hunter.

A singer, a menorite, and a local
trumpeter.

Webb. Webb.

Webb Lundeen.

Love and kisses, and that's about it.

Why?

Chief, why did you want to know what was
in that letter?

You're not worried about Jan.

Oh, it would be reassuring to talk to
her. Chief.

Supposing I found out that Luke
definitely did not buy that other pin,

that help?

Yes, if I knew for certain Luke never
was acquainted with one Miss Lenore

Volkl.

Yes, it would. I'll find out. You gonna
ask Luke? No, the artist.

He's in the North Beach area, that much
I know.

I'll call as soon as I find out
something.

Let's go.

Where could you?

Find an old man with a horn.

Look, I don't even know what you're
talking about.

You better just wait till Luke gets
back.

But the letter was addressed to you.

Luke showed it to Eve. The letter said
that Jan was fine.

Enjoying all the activities at Tahoe.

Tahoe?

Yes.

Oh, that's right. Now I remember.

Sure, now I remember. I thought you
might.

When did you receive it?

Didn't your officer Whitfield say? She
assumed it was yesterday.

It was yesterday.

Jan mentioned a trumpet player at Tahoe,
Whib Lundeen. Now, if memory serves me

correctly,

Lippy Lundeen died almost a year ago.

Am I right in assuming it was more like
a year ago yesterday that letter was

sent?

Yeah.

Yeah. Am I also right in that Jan is not
in Tahoe at this time?

Look, I don't know where Jan is. She
could be anyplace, and that's the truth.

Thank you.

I thought I knew the musicians, but I
never heard of Lippy Lindine.

As I recall, he was with one of the big
bands back in the 40s, right, Chief?

Barney's Beanery?

Barney's Beanery? What are you doing in
Los Angeles?

Chief, I'm in North Beach. It's Barney's
Beanery.

Still sounds like you've got a code in
the nodes.

Barney's the artist that makes the
psychedelic pins.

Apparently, Luke had quite a few
girlfriends that he had them made up

But get this.

So did Matthew.

Matthew? That's right, Ed. But whether
Matthew or Luke or the girl herself

ordered the pins, Barney can't remember.

Doesn't Barney keep sales records?

I asked him about his records.

And I told her to...

Like I'm telling you, baby.

Why should I make it easy for them
income tax cats when they're bugging me

the time, you know?

Did you hear that, Chief? Loud and
clear.

I've warned Barney we can pull him in if
he doesn't cooperate.

Not necessary at this time.

Come on back, Eve. We've got a date
tonight.

Oh, it's not Friday night. It's not
fight night.

Don't be too sure.

That'll be 15 cents for the call.

Sorry, I don't have any change.

Sorry? Neither do I.

Love, beauty, and gentleness find The
way from my heart and into

my mind When I'm stuck in dirt and
slapped into lime My

roots go down where the sun never shines
And I taste the very limits

of time And once never able to yell, I
cry

Set me free.

The world would seem brighter to me.

If I don't bathe like a flower.

Instead of breaking like a tree.

I'm glad you told me to bring my tape
recorder, please. Now I have the first

edition of the latest tip. Good thing
you have friends here. That's illegal.

It's against union regulations.

Thank you.

I'm going to leave you with my brother
now if you think you can handle him.

luck.

The song has never been sung before.

I'll start it, but I don't know if I can
finish it or not. I'm sure about the

beginning, but I don't know how it'll
end.

It's about a girl.

A couple of girls.

Chief, I thought you said it was against
union regulations.

Not when it's official police business.

Then I met a brown -headed woman with
lips like cherries,

ripe as can be. She and me and Andy.

We made it free Triangularly

But Annie Shaped up To be

a square With Annie In the

middle We got nowhere Nowhere Nowhere So
I picked

up

picked up some feet on the way.

Santa Clara, Sacramento, Santa Rosa to

Modesto, picked up my feet on the way.

and the song is therefore not of medical
value? Yes, the song is by the numbers.

Hey, you said he bragged about being a
whiz kid in math.

She and me and Annie.

And we made it three.

Three.

One, two, three.

But Annie shaped up to be a square.

Square.

Four -sided figure.

Four, number four.

Santa Clara, Sacramento, Santa Rosa

to Modesto, picked up my mosquito.

Santa Rosa and Modesto.

Draw a line from Modesto to Sacramento
to Santa Rosa

to Santa Clara back to Modesto.

He talks a lot about squares.

The end of the song doesn't make much
sense.

Ten the hard way. Two fives.

Five, five, five.

Modesto, Sacramento,

Santa Rosa, Santa Clara.

Or to some fifth city, which our
mathematician obviously failed to

To be a square.

With Annie in the middle, we got...
That's it.

A quincunx.

A what? A quincunx. An arrangement of
five objects in a square or a rectangle.

One at each corner.

One in the middle. Five's not a dice.
Same the hard way. All right.

Draw one from Sacramento to Santa Clara.

Santa Rosa to Modesto.

Do they intersect at a time? On the
nose.

Oakley. It's almost too pat.

Annie Oakley. A free pass?

Luke said in his song he was on a free
pass.

Jan must be somewhere in that vicinity.

Only one person would know. Chief, Eve
said she wanted to talk to him tonight.

Let's go.

I made it special just for you.

I told you no.

I'm here on official police business.

No drinks.

No drinks.

Not very sweet.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming
over tonight, pretty police lady?

I might have stayed off the stuff.

police business.

I'd like an explanation, if you have
one.

Are you trying to tell me something? You
recognize the pin you gave me?

Sure.

What about the other one?

What about it? It belonged to Lenore
Olivia Vocal.

Did you know her?

Olivia?

Yeah.

Are you jealous?

Of a dead girl?

She was murdered.

Olivia.

Where are you going?

Go away.

You know where.

Hey.

Hey.

Who is he?

Where's Luke?

He's in the kitchen.

Nothing like this in town lately.

Don't I wish.

You know, you ain't half bad yourself,
kiddo.

Thank you very much for your help.

Be in Frisco next month at our largest
convention.

Name's George.

George Noreen.

I've hit every doke block.

Nothing. Same way that went.

One fat zero.

What do you think, Chief?

Elementary, my dear Watson.

My obvious clues weren't obvious after
all.

Okay.

Gas station attendant remembers not only
Jan, but Matthew and Luke. A few days

ago, they were inquiring about Fair Oak
Sanitarium outside of town, a place for

Alkies to dry out.

Couldn't figure out why they wanted to
go there, except the girl looked, in his

words, weirdo, like she wasn't with it.

Well, Mr. Holmes?

Mush. We have an extremely strict policy
here at Fair Oaks. Never to divulge the

identity of any of our guests.

You do understand, Chief Ironside.

I understand and sympathize. But this is
a police matter. We could get a search

warrant, which I hope won't be
necessary.

Now, do you understand?

Ed?

You recognize this girl?

Yes.

Yes, I recognized her the moment she
came in. And the two boys with her.

But I pretended not to know who she
really is when Matthew signed the

for her. Jane White.

Matthew signed?

Oh, yes.

She wasn't capable of signing anything.

She didn't seem to know what was
happening.

That blank expression on her face,
always staring straight ahead.

Was she under the influence of drugs?

Up. as they say, on a bad trip. A
bummer.

I know the terminology, Sergeant.

We've been getting more of those lately
than the alcoholics.

No. No, she wasn't turned on. It was
more, um... It was more catatonic.

The moment I saw her, I thought this
thing with Jan was strictly

And later? No change.

None whatsoever.

She simply stayed in a trance.

Matthew warned me she might suddenly
come out of it and start screaming.

Bloody murder, as he put it.

He told me to give her a sedative if it
should happen, but it never did.

And not in the four days she was here.
She's not here now.

Oh, no.

Matthew and Luke came here this morning
and drove away with her. How long ago?

Oh, less than an hour, I'd say.

Did you see the car?

A red sports car. One of the small
foreign kind.

Expensive.

I think they headed south.

Ed, highway patrol.

Yeah.

I don't see why we have to hide her
someplace else.

What she needs is treatment to snap her
out of whatever it is she's in.

I've never seen anyone turn on like
that.

That's a long trip.

Poor Dave.

And you, my brother.

You better hope she doesn't turn off.

Not until I've had a chance to put her
away. What do you mean, put her away?

You sound like you mean... Put her away
for good.

That might not be such a bad idea.

to use every precaution.

Chief, you honestly believe that Luke
murdered the vocal guy?

Luke or Matthew.

Then Jan's in real danger.

I wouldn't pretend otherwise.

Hey.

Hey, this isn't the right road. Where
are we going? We're going to the

Peninsula. What's there? An ocean. Big,
black, deep, wet ocean.

With a lot of deserted beach. You must
be crazy.

All right, Todd.

Sergeant Flint on J2, just west of
Tracy. Got a report on car answering

description. Mile north of here, heading
this way. Keep us informed.

Mark, generalize to next intercept.

You don't remember anything from the
time you saw Luke stabbing the murdered

girl with a butcher knife?

Until you saw Luke's body in the
wreckage?

True.

Matthew?

Jan's telling it just like it was.

Luke was really turned on.

Just as high as speed will carry you.

When I got there, Olivia was already
dead.

Jan was just standing there.

Like she didn't know what was going on.

Just... Just standing there, staring
into space.

Shocked. Then rejection.

Wherever she was, that's where she
stayed.

Until the accident?

Yeah.

Until she saw Brother Luke.

And all that blood.

You put the girl's body into the trunk.

I was only trying to save the trio.

Aiding and abetting a killer was not the
way to do that. I know.

I know now.

I'd like to stay back for a while if you
don't mind. Of course.

This is

about

all the recreation we can afford for one
evening.

Bye.