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Professor Link?

Anyone here?

It took them a while to find us. We were having dinner.

The only thing we heard was a beating.

Any details?

Attempted murder, we think.

Campus security interrupted it. They've been swarming all over the place, you

know, since the attacks last month.

Oh, yeah. Those two girls, they were killed, weren't they? Who investigated

them? John Rainey. He's on his way over now.

All right.

You two meet him. Talk to him.

If there's a pattern, I want to know how Fran fits into it. When I hear from the

doctor, I'll let you know. Thank you.

You know, all she talks about is her art class and how sculpturing really turns

her on.

You have a patient here, Miss Fran Belding.

We'd like to see her if possible.

I'm sorry, but Miss Belding isn't ready to visit us.

Well, can you tell us how she is?

The doctor's still with her. Excuse me, I heard you asking for Miss Belding.

My name is Ironside.

Oh, of course, Chief Ironside. She's spoken of you often.

We take art with her. I'm Carol Mapes. This is Ted Glendville and Mike Hogan.

We were all at the pizza house waiting for Fran when he heard the news on TV.

Do they have any idea who did it? Not to my knowledge.

When was the last time you saw Fran?

Well, it was tonight.

Right after class.

Oh, Fran, you want to jump in the bus? Oh, sure, I'd love to. As soon as I'm

call my answering service. I almost forgot.

Okay, good. Then we'll see you over there? Great. All right.

I didn't wait.

I knew she had her own car.

You also go separately?

Oh, sure.

But we always meet there after class.

Oh, I'm sure. Sorry I didn't wait for her now.

Like, you know, the girls have been sticking pretty close together since

Banning and Marcia Dunn were killed last month. Did you know them?

No. See, I'm like Fran.

Artie's the only class I have time to take.

Yeah, me too. I work full time.

What about you?

I carry a full curriculum.

I wanted to take Professor Link, and the night class was the only thing open.

I mean, did you know the dead girls?

No. Not personally. I mean, I know who they were, of course. Now.

Chief?

Leave your names and phone numbers with the nurse.

I'll see that you're kept informed concerning Pran's condition.

Lieutenant,

he's going up there. It'll be a long time before Pran can talk and the chief

not very happy.

I know.

Not that this case was ever routine, but when something like this happens to one

of your own.

Grace Banning, graduate student, majoring in music, 23 -54 -112.

Red hair, green eyes.

Marsha Dunn, 24, blonde blue, 53 -108, secretary at the medical center.

Well, both pretty, both young, both on the same campus.

I don't see any other similarity to Fran.

Just the M .O.

They were all viciously beaten.

Apparently, the intention was not only to kill, but to maul them in the

Some kind of a crook.

Some kind of a kinky anger, we figured. Which something in them triggered.

But what was it?

Was Fran's attack motivated in the same way, or was she simply chosen at random?

Maybe Fran's the only one who knows why.

All right, tomorrow I want to see the files on all her current cases, and

not rule out coincidence.

There's no indication of fractures, although she suffered severe blows about

head. There are contusions and abrasions, but all the tests are

No hemorrhaging.

Now, that's what we'll be watching for.

Of course, until she reacts, there's nothing we can do.

And there's nothing you can do either, Chief.

I'll let you know the minute there's a change.

Thank you, Dr. Thompson.

I would like to see her.

She can't talk to you or even hear you.

I'd like to see her.

Chill stable, Doctor.

Who let an underage kid like you through the police academy?

I'm not underage. Well, you're acting it.

From now on, you're to keep out of it.

Leave it to professional hands. I am professional. I should have said

experienced professional hands.

You're not my boss.

Gee, I'm sorry.

What a pleasant surprise.

Surprise? You requested my transfer.

Well, I'm surprised you're here so soon.

I asked if this was a permanent assignment, and nobody seems to know.

Well, let's just say that you'll be here for as long as we need you. Sir, I

would like to make an official request to be returned to my former duty.

denied. Now stop acting like a tin soldier.

You think they could have found something here?

You heard Lieutenant Rainey, not even a footprint.

She would have come down this way, from the Fine Arts building, on her way to

the parking lot.

Backtracked. Yeah.

We better have a look inside. Let's find a security guard and have him unlock

the... I thought Rainey said, in the face of recent events.

Campus security has taken extra precautions. That's what he said.

Double their patrol and lay the 10 o 'clock curfew on them.

Now take it real easy.

What do you think you're doing in here?

Sergeant Ed Brown, San Francisco Police. This officer's Sanger.

Oh, I wasn't expecting any more police.

Captain Dennis Barnes, Chief of Security.

How'd you get in here?

Through a door somebody left unlocked.

I was making my rounds.

Were you making your rounds when you discovered Fran Belding tonight?

I just started.

Poor kid, I hope she pulls through okay.

The report says that you were alone.

That's right.

I'd just gotten into my car to go check on the administration building.

My headlights picked up some movement in the bushes.

By the time I got there, there wasn't anyone with the girl.

You didn't get a glimpse of anyone else at all?

No.

But, you know, I got to thinking about things later.

And I believe I saw that Belden girl a few minutes earlier. Of course, I didn't

know who she was at the time.

Well, where was this?

Right out here in the corridor.

I was passing by outside the building on my way to the parking lot. Most of the

students had left the building. That's why I was able to see her girl standing

right by that phone.

Who was the other woman?

I don't know. She had her back to me.

But I'd almost swear that the girl facing me was the building girl.

And you didn't see her again until you found her in the bushes?

That's right.

About how much time had passed, would you say?

Oh, I don't know. Just a few minutes. Five at the most. Just long enough to

a phone call.

You saw her make the call then? I didn't say that.

I see a girl standing by her phone trying to make change.

I figure she's going to make a phone call, wouldn't you?

Captain Barnes, you said five minutes.

Did it take you that long to get to your car?

Well, no. To tell you the truth, I wanted to check the score of the ball

so I turned on my car radio.

Oh, excuse me.

Well, that could account for him.

Yeah, but no way would it take Fran five minutes to check her answering service.

One moment.

Officer Sanger?

Yeah. Your wife's on the phone. Sounds important.

Yeah, Dinah.

Mark, it's Fran. Her blood pressure took a sudden drop.

They're taking her to surgery now.

With me out for a while, we could use some extra help around the office.

Care to stay on?

I'm on.

We've controlled the hemorrhaging.

And I believe she's going to be all right.

She will be in intensive care for a time. But you're welcome to use the room

until they bring her back in.

Thank you.

Sergeant Brown.

Yeah, Lieutenant.

That's good, thank you.

Lieutenant Rainey.

You got a line on a woman Fran talked to in the corridor by the telephone. Her

name's Vivian Dorsey.

Arthur, I'm far more qualified for that position in Bradford Lincoln. You know

it. That position is filled, Vivian. It's official.

There's nothing you can do about it now.

Maybe I've already done it.

Done what?

What have you done?

Yes, can I help you?

Dean Glendon.

Yes.

Sergeant Brown, San Francisco Police.

Yes, yes. What is it, sir? It must be Vivian Dorsey.

Tell me, Sergeant, do you often accidentally eavesdrop on private

Oh, it was no accident.

I was told I could find you here. This is Fran Belly. Do you recognize her?

We have reason to believe you spoke to her last night before she was assaulted.

Oh, is this the girl?

That's the girl. Did you see her?

Yes, I believe I did.

I had wanted to see Professor Link before he left, and I was on my way to

classroom. Oh, excuse me.

Do you have change for a dollar?

I'm not sure. Let's see.

If you don't mind a few pennies.

Oh, anything's fine.

Do I know you? I mean, you look so familiar.

Have we met before?

I don't think so, unless you were a student in one of my art classes.

Well, no, this is my first course at Riverview. I'm taking sculpturing with

Professor Link.

Then I'm sure we've never met.

Good night.

Thank you. I guess I was a little abrupt, but I had something else on my

We've confirmed that she called her answering service at 9 .37. Would you

that was approximately the time you talked to her?

I think so.

About then.

If that's all, Sergeant Brown, I have a class to teach. Of course.

Perhaps we can finish this conversation later.

Shall I call your secretary for an appointment?

Or would you rather have me call you tonight?

At home.

Nice meeting you, Sergeant. Nice meeting you.

Oh, Professor Dorsey.

You were looking for Professor Link last night. Did you find him?

As a matter of fact, I didn't.

Funny, too. His classroom door was left open.

Very irresponsible for the head of a department.

Lady seems upset.

Enter department politics, Sergeant.

She'll get over it.

How's Fran Belding?

Still unconscious.

Do you know her?

I met her once at a class registration.

That was the only time.

What about the other victims?

They weren't in fine arts.

That's too bad.

I was hoping you would tell me if the three girls might have had anything in

common. An interest, a friend, anything.

No, Sergeant. I know of no similarity.

I'm sorry.

All right.

If you think of anything that might help us, you'll be sure to let me know.

Won't you, Dean?

Stranger, welcome back.

Was I missed?

Yes, you were missed.

Just by you?

Ed and Mark and Diana stepped out of the coffee shop.

They'll be in to see you as soon as the doctor says it's okay.

I know you're wondering if I can tell you anything.

But I can't.

I never got a look at it.

We won't worry about that now.

No, please.

There is something.

I can just remember.

Well, maybe I can help.

We know you made a phone call.

To my answering service, yes.

We know you need a change.

I stopped a woman.

An art professor, Vivian Dorsey.

Vivian Dorsey?

Hello, C -27, Fran Belding, anything?

Thank you.

Presley?

It was terrible.

Grotesque.

Do you know whose it was?

No.

I just left the room.

Went outside the building.

That's when it happened.

We'll talk about it some more later.

But there's something else.

Something I should... remember, but I can't.

I can't.

Vivian Dorsey.

What about her?

I don't know.

I just keep seeing her face.

Another time, friend.

You better get some rest now.

But there's a connection. I know there is.

But I just can't put it together.

You will.

You will.

See you later.

This difficulty in remembering, Doctor, is it something to worry about?

If it's because of physical damage, she may never be able to recall certain

details.

On the other hand, if the block is psychological, her memory could return

completely. Of course, that could be a slow process unless... Unless something

triggers her memory.

Yes.

For instance, if your investigation turned up some fact relevant to this

Dorsey.

Exactly.

Vivian Dorsey's one of the most attractive broads I've ever known.

And also the most ambitious.

What's she got to do with all this?

She was the last person to see Fran before the attack, and that's because

was on her way to see you.

Yeah, well, I guess I wasn't here.

You weren't at the pizza house either, as is your custom, I'm told.

Aha.

So where were they, right?

Well, Sergeant Brown, sometimes I just get tired of students.

And last night was one of those times.

I went straight home.

Alone.

And I stayed there.

But I couldn't prove it if...

My life depended on it.

Did you know Grace Banning or Marsha Dunn?

No.

I'm not surprised.

It's beginning to look like nobody on campus knew either one of them, except

killer, and I doubt if he'd admit it. Do you always lock your classroom door?

Always. It was open.

Well, the security guard could have unlocked it, I guess. Who else has a

I think they keep duplicates in their business off.

Are you looking for something?

Professor Link.

Why would anyone go to all the trouble of sculpturing a bust and then gouge out

the eyes and mutilate the face beyond recognition?

Hey, I don't know. They don't like the way it turned out, maybe.

An artist without temperament?

You have anything like that here?

Not that I know of. Why?

Well, if each student worked on only one project for the entire term... No, they

can work on dozens of projects for all I care. I run a very loose ship.

Sergeant Brown, I really don't know what you're talking about.

Did you know what you were talking about when you said Professor Dorsey was

ambitious?

Yeah, sure I did.

How did you know?

Well, I dated her once.

One time.

And she had me thinking I was absolutely irresistible.

Until I realized she was just trying to con me into withdrawing as a candidate

for department head.

So she could get the job.

Professor Lake, have you seen Sergeant Brown?

Oh, Sergeant Brown.

Yeah, what is it?

Professor Northey.

She is dead.

There has to be a common denominator. Some link between the victims.

Besides the fact that they're all female.

Plus, the attacker is killing at random to cover up his real target. That's not

unheard of.

I'd say it's true.

Chances are he'd quit once he'd achieved his goal.

Vivian Dorsey?

But what if there's another one tomorrow?

I know. I know still today. Don't forget, Fran kept bringing up her name.

Ed, when you saw Professor Dorsey and Dean Glenville...

You said you felt an undercurrent of hostility and familiarity between them.

I interrupt a fight.

I'm more interested in the familiarity.

Well, it was in the way she took her parting shot at him.

Sarcastic when she suggested getting an appointment through his secretary and

threatening when she mentioned calling him at home.

Like they'd been over that ground before.

And he does have a what?

You're suggesting an affair.

Professor Link said she wasn't above using her charms to get what she wanted.

Well, she wanted to be head of the art department.

Now, who makes that appointment?

Dean Glenville. But she didn't get it.

Which made her angry.

Now, who did she fight with?

Dean Glenville.

You suggesting that's the motive for murder?

No. I'm suggesting there's one man who might know more about Vivian Dorsey than

anybody else.

Dean Glenville.

You know, it'd suit me just fine if I never heard that name again.

Teddy, he is your father.

That doesn't mean I have to like him.

You're so grouchy lately.

What set you off?

What's he done now?

Oh, nothing.

It's just the way he neglects you.

Oh, that doesn't matter. I have you.

That's all I need.

Just knowing that I can count on my teddy bear.

Who is it, dear?

Either an insurance salesman or a cop, I'd say.

Probably a cop.

A policeman? What would a policeman be doing here?

Investigating those campus murders, I suppose.

Probably going to ask the dean some questions.

Professor Dorsey came to Riverview four years ago.

Highly recommended.

I considered her an able instructor.

What was her personal reputation?

Nothing adverse, as far as I know.

That's it? That's all you can tell us?

Well, I don't make it a practice socializing with the staff.

Are you sure of that, Dean?

Wait a minute.

Are you sure Vivian Dorsey wasn't an exception to that rule?

Well, who do you think you are?

Coming into my house and... I'm a policeman investigating three murders

beating on your campus, Dean Glendal. I really don't have the time or the

patience for any more of your tippy -toeing around the issue.

I'm telling you the truth.

I don't think you are. At least not all of it.

I don't have to stand here and take this. That's right. It doesn't have to

here. We can go downtown.

Just understand.

I am not only an associate of Fran Belding's. I am a close friend. I

that. But why are you trying to connect me with Vivian Dorsey's murder?

Oh, is that what I was doing? I thought I was just suggesting that you knew her

better than you were admitting.

Well, uh... I was hoping you did.

You see, we think the more we can learn about her, the closer we'll be to

solving all the crimes. These crimes that you're talking about, Sergeant,

taken place on this campus.

My camps.

Don't you think I want to find the murderer?

Yeah, I would think so.

I would certainly think so.

Sergeant.

About Fran.

Has she been able to tell you yet who attacked her?

No, not yet.

But she's getting better.

Ted, you were... were listening?

And you are a liar.

Ed, can't we talk it over?

Here you go. Light off the grill of the rumor mill. Better known as the people.

What did you find on Vivian Dorsey? Some of the students suspect that she was

involved in a heavy affair.

With whom?

Glenville's name came up.

I figure if I keep my ear to the student hangouts, I'll... You won't have time.

Oh? Dean Glenville has earned your immediate and undivided attention.

I'll stick out. I'll explain to Diane, and we're on our way to the hospital.

Driving makes me hungry.

Well, I didn't think I'd see you again.

Oh?

What's been going on behind my back?

He comes to a girl's room.

Doesn't get the right answers.

So he splits.

Doctor's orders.

Go find out all you can about Vivian Dorsey.

We've tried everything to get her to jog memory, but it's just impossible.

I'm beginning to think there's no memory to jog.

I mean...

If it is brain damage... It isn't. Believe me.

Let's try again.

Would it help you to know that Vivian Dorsey might have had an affair with

Glendale?

No. What about Professor Link? She went out with him.

Does that ring a bell?

No, but... But I do seem to connect her...

To his room somehow.

Something that happened during class that night?

I don't know, maybe.

It's pretty vague.

Could she have visited the class?

No.

I don't think so.

But then when you're concentrating on what you're doing...

Lots of things could happen that you wouldn't necessarily notice.

Not consciously, anyway.

I did notice Professor Link, though.

Doing his thing.

Ignoring me.

I beg your pardon?

I want your honest opinion.

That's all I ever give.

I like it.

Yeah. Wait.

Do you think it's finished?

Well, it's your concept.

It's your work and it's your skill.

When it satisfies you, then it's finished.

You see, art's an expression of self.

Yourself.

Hey, congratulations. You got him to notice your work.

Yeah. But I don't think it's right yet.

Quiet, please.

She needs to work.

What is it, Fran?

Vivian Dorsey.

I keep seeing her.

Doing what?

I don't know.

She's just there.

In the classroom?

No.

Completely out of context. She... She just keeps getting in the way.

She doesn't ever remember past this point.

Where she turned to talk to Ted Glendale?

I'm sorry, Chief. I... I know it's important.

I know there's something there, but I can't remember.

I've tried and I've tried and I just can't.

I just can't.

Chief, I was looking for you.

I hope you've had more luck than we have. That security captain at the

Dennis Barnes?

Well, he's not a retired police officer quite like the Riverview record says.

So? He was forced to retire.

On the take? Not in the usual sense. He extorted money from other cops who were

on the take.

A blackmailer. He was allowed to leave with a clean record to avoid a wholesale

scandal. That's when he went to work in campus security, and that's when it gets

interesting. A small college in Iowa.

Complaints from some of the co -eds said he got too familiar.

He denied it, of course. Threatened a libel suit, if such a thing ever got on

his record.

Obviously it didn't, or he wouldn't be here.

Doctor?

Doctor, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to have your name.

What on earth?

Why do you think you were assigned to this post? So you could watch the pretty

girls go by?

No, sir, I... Well, there were so many nurses and doctors in and out of there,

just got careless.

Is this the best description you can give us? Average size and quick?

Well, that's all I could see, sir. I mean, with a surgical mask and cap and

everything covering them. Well, that's what clued me in, the mask.

They don't wear them unless they're in the operating room.

No.

No, they don't.

That'll be all for now, Officer Daggett.

Why do you have to let him get away?

I'll have him replaced right now, Chief.

Lieutenant, he's already made his mistake for the day. That makes him

best man we could get for the job.

I've sedated her, Chief. She'll be asleep in a minute.

It's a shame she had to be all shaken up like this for nothing.

Not entirely for nothing.

It's proof Fran does know something the killer's afraid of.

Chief Ironside.

Officer Sanger.

Thank you.

Yes, Mark.

If you were the head of security at Riverview College and you wanted to see

dean about something, what would you do?

Go to his office and see him. Then what do you suppose Captain Barnes is doing

here being glimpsed all the time?

Yes. Sergeant Brown.

You remember me. Yes, I remember you, Sergeant. I have something very

I'd like to discuss with you, Dean Macklin. Well, unfortunately, I already

somebody here. Yes, I know. That's what I'd like to discuss.

Sergeant Brown, as they say, you do get around.

That's funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.

Well, the dean and I have business. We do work at the same place, you know.

I know that's not always an advantage to your co -workers, as your fellow police

officers once found out. Did you know that, dean?

Did you know you'd hired a blackmailer to keep your campus secure?

There were no charges and you've got no proof.

We're not after you, Barnes.

We just wanted the dean to be on his guard to know who he was dealing with.

You'll keep it in mind, won't you, Dean?

Just in case Captain Barnes has difficulty in breaking old habits, or...

he already?

Who needs your guff?

Stick around.

You can't hold me. That's true, Captain, but why don't you just cool it?

How about it, Dean?

You gonna play it his way or ours?

He wants money.

He knew about Vivian and me.

And Grace Banning and Marsha Dunn? No, he didn't know.

You must be slipping.

I'm sorry that I lied about the girl.

I didn't think that I could get involved.

We've been looking for a common denominator.

It looks like you're it.

I took those girls out twice.

That's all.

But you were serious about Vivian.

Vivian? She gave me some of the happiest moments of my life.

Until you found out she was just using you. Then you told her to get lost.

Yes, but I didn't kill her.

I didn't kill anybody.

And I'm sure you can't tell us anything that'll help us find out who did.

Am I going with you?

Just keep yourself available.

And you...

If you find yourself on a road heading out of town, there'll be somebody there

to show you the way back. Count on it.

It's too bad they didn't take you in.

Still listening, eh, boy?

I didn't hear anything I don't already know. She's gonna make a first -class

out of you, boy.

Well, somebody has to look out for her interests.

Dean Glenville, the stud of Riverview.

Doing anything that any other single man isn't doing.

But you're not single.

Oh, yes.

Yes, that's right. There must be a piece of paper somewhere around this house.

But married?

I haven't been married for a long time.

Ted, I've had to make a life for myself outside of here. You understand?

Why don't you just get a divorce?

I can't. Why not?

Because every time I discussed it, she threatened suicide.

That's a lie.

You're a big boy now, Ted. You know what's going on around here.

There's nothing physically wrong with your mother.

For eight years now,

Eight years she's been up in that room most of the day There's nothing wrong

with her nothing Something wrong with Vivian though What?

You want to know something?

She wasn't very exclusive All the time you thought she was yours She wasn't

And how would you know that?

First hand daddy First hand.

Oh! Oh!

Daddy!

Daddy!

I'm all right.

You never were much of a father to him.

Maybe that's because you were too much of a mother to him.

I've been over and over it. Just lying here with nothing else to do, and I just

keep hitting a brick wall.

We did, women. We're all involved with Dean Glenville. Now, that can't be

charged to coincidence. It connects everyone but you.

Then the only thing that is missing is what I can't remember.

And it seems to center around the Dean's son.

And that's getting pretty close to home.

Yes, Ted.

Mike was saying... Shh.

Quiet, please.

Do you need to work?

Vivian Dorsey.

Fran, forget Vivian Dorsey. What did you say to Ted Glenville?

I don't know. Yes, you do. Mike had said quiet, genius at work. You said... It's

beautiful, but... I don't remember.

It's beautiful, but what?

I don't know. You were looking at Ted's sculpture. Now, what was it?

I don't know.

You saw it. You said it's beautiful, but... But I thought you were doing a

of your mother.

Hmm?

I must have changed my mind.

Now, what was it?

I don't know.

You were looking at it. It was beautiful, you said. Now, what was

I don't know. Fran, what about Vivian Dorsey?

I don't know. The sculpture. Was it Vivian Dorsey? Was it a bust of Vivian

Dorsey?

Yes.

Yes, it was.

Yes.

That's why she looks so familiar to me later.

Did... Anyone else notice Ted had changed his subject matter?

Well, maybe not.

He seemed surprised to see it himself.

When I commented on it, he quickly covered it up.

I have an idea. That's the one you saw later, mutilated.

Ed, we'll need a recent photograph of the late Professor Dorsey and... And the

best sculptor in the department.

was brutally beaten and left for dead because her attacker was afraid she'd

something that could tie him to the death of a woman he had not yet killed.

Although Grace Banning and Marcia Dunn had already died, they were just the

preliminaries for the killer's prime target.

Now this is what Fran saw.

First here in the classroom.

And again a few minutes later when she interrupted the killer as he was

destroying it.

Fran Belding had to be eliminated.

She was a threat to his plans.

And Vivian Dorsey had to die.

So obsessed was he with that thought that he unconsciously altered the

of his project into the image of Vivian Dorsey.

Vivian Dorsey.

would become the symbol of his father hate.

You know what she did?

She made love to me.

And then she laughed at me.

She said she was only getting even with you.

I was sure they'd blame you for it.

I wanted them to blame you for it.

I wanted them to take you away.

Because we don't need you.

We really don't need you.