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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.