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Here. We really put the right button
within.

Open up. It's Professor Draper.

Come in, Professor.

What is this all about? Why are you
here, Villar?

Because we don't feel as if you've been
exactly fair with the grades you've

given either one of us.

Great. I'm here because of a name you
mentioned on the phone to me, and that's

the only reason I'm here.

Mark Green, assistant headmaster, Carter
School for Boys.

Friend of yours?

That's a pretty nice bar, if you're not
into picking up girls.

You know, Draper, Carrie and I intend to
graduate with the best records of any

two PhDs in experimental psychology.

You make it a vicious game.

Your experiments are more like torture,
endurance, limits to the organism.

So maybe I'm not fair.

Maybe you do deserve higher marks.

But that would be like giving some seal
of approval for work I hate.

I haven't been wrong, have I?

You want to blackmail me for better
marks?

Let me tell you something.

Mark Green is an old pal of mine from
college.

He went his way and I've gone mine.

You've put it all together entirely
wrong.

And you are going to pay for it.

What about your friends?

Teachers at a boys' school?

Suppose they knew.

He attacked me.

It was self -defense.

We gotta explain everything.

No, no, no, no, no.

We don't have to explain anything to
anybody.

There was a box in the hallway.

I'll use it to take the body out, and
I'll go home.

You clean up the place.

It's 8 o 'clock.

I have to be at work in an hour, and I
haven't had any sleep, and I'm beginning

to wish I hadn't called the police in
the first place. Oh, Miss Mason, you

I'd be terribly disappointed if your
employer didn't give you the day off.

You know, a conscientious citizen
reporting a murder, that's worth a whole

to me. I've got dozens of people
counting on me to produce a television

commercial, and I don't get any days
off. Please.

I've given my story twice. May I go? I'm
sorry.

We have to go down a minute south and,
you know, get a sketch of the man you

saw. I can't stand it. On top of
everything else, this.

All right, the M .E. says you're
stabbed. They're going to fish around

bottom where the body was dropped off.
Then maybe come up with a knife. Well,

how about that cardboard box you said
was something else? It's probably down

Gulf Stream by now, Lieutenant.

Where'd she say the cardboard box? Right
over here.

I see.

They loaded the body in the box and
dragged it to about here, right? That's

story.

What?

What, what?

Pull out scraps of paper and juggle over
the place, Lieutenant.

With blood on them?

See if you can get it confirmed by the
laboratory.

Lieutenant, please!

Now, that's one itchy witness we got
there, Lieutenant.

Now, that is a lady paying the price for
liberation.

That's what that is, Crocker.

Uh -huh.

Is that a good hairline?

Yeah. Yeah.

How's the nose?

It's too wide.

How's that?

That's better.

A little... Yeah. Oh, good. Okay.

That's it.

You happy with it now?

Yeah.

Then I'm happy.

Well, if you're happy with the
picture...

Lieutenant, I'm happy, except for
it's... It's not quite perfect.

You know, Miss Mason, ever since the
first time I really, really looked in

mirror, I abandoned the notion of
absolute perfection.

It makes everything easier.

All right, get it printed up, make some
copies, but hold the distribution.

Well, thank you very much, Miss Mason.
Is that for me?

That's for you.

She's a nice -looking lady.

Just being around her makes me want to
start biting my fingernails again.

She's just worn out this morning, or
maybe it's every morning. And then she's

pushing to be a producer at television
commercials.

I can't believe I've written some
magazine designed up there with police

on nervous breakdown sweepstakes.

Other than that, this is a country
interest lady and an excellent witness.

Lieutenant.

Ten o 'clock.

You said I'd be out of here 15 minutes
an hour ago.

We had to replace the bulb in the
machine.

Wait for Crocker to get here.

What about all the hours it took all
those policemen to get down to the pier?

I ran my organization like you people,
I'd never get anything done.

Well, we'd like things to work like a
well -oiled machine.

But most of the time we get by on sweat,
which is kind of how it works for most

people. Well, I find it impossible.

Will somebody please run me down to my
office? If I have to stand out on the

street for 15 minutes trying to get a
cab, I will absolutely collapse. Hey,

here's a lady's sap of steam. Sure.

First, you know that's going to make me
late for court, Lieutenant.

And there goes our well -oiled machine.
See how easy it happens, lady?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. You go knock them out with
whatever you got to do, and thanks. And

we'll be in touch.

Frank, this is for you.

All right.

Lieutenant!

The lab confirms that the blood on the
cardboard is the same type as the

victim's. We never did find his wallet,
but they should have rolled his prints

at the morgue by now.

You call the lab. See if they can give
us any help on that cardboard. What kind

of box it came from.

What was in it originally?

Well, there was some funny little
numbers on it, and they're trying to

that out now.

Lieutenant, the victim's name is Dan
Draper, a psychology instructor out at

York College.

Find out where he lives and take
Starburst.

See if there's any sign that's where he
was killed.

Let's go. Come on, let's get out of
here.

would you do that? He gives a poor
animal a clean pass to go down and then

shock him for taking it.

What's the point of leaving him no way
out?

Janice, there isn't one of us who hasn't
driven a rat's nuts accidentally, so

why not do it on purpose, huh?

Now we've got a rat who needs a shrink.

Maybe we should drive a lot of them
crazy.

Do some group therapy.

Bunch of rats in group therapy.

That sounds brilliant.

I don't think Professor Draper's going
to find that brilliant at all.

Professor Draper's going to get fired if
he doesn't start showing up on time.

I find it inconceivable. Dan Draper's
one of my brightest instructors. My own

personal choice.

Is he married? Any family? Not married.

Family's in Minnesota, I think.

He's hardworking. Serious.

He's in there. I know it. He's gotta be.

Draper's not here?

No, sir.

He used to tell him there's no way I can
have supper tonight.

He just called and said there was no way
he could have supper tonight. Oh, it's

a break. I hate counseling on a client,
even him.

So,

the hired help shouldn't know the news?

They liked the rough cut.

Liked a little, a lot what?

I'm not sure.

I'm going to have to shoot some
additional scenes.

Oh, call Richard.

Tell him the phone's up here.

Call Debbie at Casting Unlimited and
tell her I've got to have that girl as

as possible. Oh, call my doctor.

Tell him to refill this.

I'm never going to get through the day.

And this one, too.

I know, if you're ever going to get
through the night.

Excuse me, Miss Mason.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but we came up
with a suspect and would like you to

come downtown and take a look at the
lineup.

Now? Uh -huh.

I have to be in three places in the next
five minutes.

Well, let's make it four places.

Okay.

How can they do that?

Don't even tell us the charges?

Terry, I want to sue.

They can't hold him for the lineup. Then
specify the charge.

Must be someone who looks exactly like
Bob. There's no other way to explain it.

You say anything to the police before I
got here? I just explained to them.

Robert was in his room studying when we
went to bed.

That was 10 .30 last night. Eight this
morning, my wife woke him up. I'll

probably say he went out while you were
sleeping.

He's got exams.

He's exhausted.

He was sleeping.

You know how hard that boy studies.

I pushed him all his life.

That's why he always comes to me.

Top of his class.

Good evening.

Detective Stavros?

Yes.

And this is a warrant to search his
son's room.

Is there anybody at your apartment with
my men in?

My wife is there.

Under sedation.

Thanks for this incredible mistake.

If anything happens to her, you pay for
that, too.

This warrant is to search only his room.

You see they don't exceed that.

Good luck in Gino, okay?

Stop this thing. Resolve.

Okay.

Cover it.

Want to come inside with me?

Miss Mason, just in time.

Please.

Yeah, here.

Okay.

Don't forget this. I'm sorry, you're
going to have to wait out here.

It shouldn't be long. Okay.

Someone stole my wallet. How much is it?

My boss spotted some guy dumping a body
in the river. You know, typical night on

the town, right?

Really?

Hey, uh, all those pills and stuff, uh,
what's it seen?

Advertising. Some rat race. I mean, I'm
not complaining, mind you. A woman can

make it real big if it doesn't kill her
first.

She's got it all on the line right now.

How's that?

A chance to produce her first commercial
all by herself.

My name is Bill.

I'm a researcher.

I'd love to take you out to lunch
sometime.

I mean, advertising. That's something
I'm very curious about.

Adele Newman with a W.

Extension 3121.

Could we make a supper instead? We never
get a decent lunch hour.

Okay, great.

Now, Miss Mason, would you look through
here?

Last night you reported seeing an
individual at Pier 7 at approximately 4

morning. Do you recognize that
individual in the lineup?

Yeah, I do.

It's the man in the middle.

Villano, he won't say a word on his
lawyer's advice.

Well, the Mason girl's identification is
pure gold.

I think she'll hold up on the stand,
even against a nerve -wracker like

But the problem is, I may not even get
an indictment without being able to show

motive, opportunity.

Well, you know the problems.

We've got no murder weapon, no witness
to the actual crime, no idea of where

stabbing actually took place.

There's no traces of blood or signs of a
recent cleanup, either at the victim's

apartment or Villanueva's.

So all we've got is the girl.

I say we arrest Villanueva, but we don't
go to the grand jury until we get

corroborating evidence to go with her
story.

You're probably stuck at night.

five inches deep into his instructor,
and he's going to get out on a lousy $25

,000 bill.

Well, you just get a little more on him,
and the girl's identification will

swing the case.

That's what I think.

I'll talk to him.

You see the rat in the lab where he
works.

You press a button, boop, you get some
food that's called conditioning.

That's what they call it.

Know something?

I'm conditioned, too.

To hate creeps like Villano who zap
little dumb animals with electricity and

stick knives into their instructors.

Well, I'm okay, don't worry.

25 ,000 bail.

If they really thought they had the
right guy, it would have been a million,

right?

This girl who made the identification.

She's crazy.

She's got to be.

Well, if she's not, she's pretty close.

Is she?

Mm -hmm.

Like her secretary says, it's a rat
race.

Just depends on how much you want the
cheese.

That's just how we treat her.

Like an animal.

You've got to keep in touch with the
secretary.

We've got to have feedback on how we're
doing. Feedback on exactly what, though?

The world is filled with people hanging
on to their sanity by some little

thread.

Call it habit, training, routine,
anything you want.

Just like our rat in the maze.

We cut that thread so they can't depend
on anything.

And you'll see what happens.

So we, uh, rattle a cage and...

Get her to fall apart and your lawyer
wipes her out on the stand. She won't

get to the stand.

She's a wreck already, right?

Well, by the time we get finished with
her, everybody's going to buy her

in two seconds.

Whoa.

She could freak out and run away.

Suicide isn't on the way out.

We're going to make sure it is, Carrie.

Because it's the safest for us.

You set a fine example.

Rest and relaxation, Frank.

Give me a second.

Who's that?

I just got off the phone with the DA's
office.

Post is bugging me. He wants to know
what we've got on Villano this week.

Crocker!

Tell her what the lab said on that piece
of cardboard.

From the ink and type of cardboard, they
think it's part of a heavy -duty

packing container for a stove or some
major appliance from Taiwan.

I'm going over to their trade center to
see if I can pin it down.

Excellent. Now, who runs a tight ship?

I do.

Now, what about motive?

Well, we can't find any connection
between Villano and Draper except in

And just as soon as Professor Hooper
finishes grading the lab reports that

Draper was working on, we get together,
go over Villano's academic record, and

that should be this afternoon.

Hey, you want to try?

No. What's with you? I'm bucking for
inspector.

Oh. Besides, we were standing too close.

What do you want? He's Irish.

You can see when Vigliano started this
advanced lab course last year, he got an

A on the first quiz, but then got a B on
the final grade. You mean this year at

midterm, Vigliano got a B minus?

That is rather surprising.

But how'd he do on the paper you just
graded?

A, easily.

I'll go back over his grade on the
midterm.

Maybe Draper was being unfair to him.
I'd like to have that information,

Professor.

This is a brilliant young man.

Competitive. Determined to be
successful.

But killing an instructor he felt was
unfair to him.

Is that what you're trying to say?

I mean, that doesn't even really make
sense.

No, Professor.

And that's what scares the hell out of
me.

Because maybe someday somebody else will
get in his way. Who knows? A psychology

professor. He's going into government
research.

Maybe politics.

A senator.

A president.

Professor.

They gotta come from somewhere.

Now I get the answering machine.

She must have left.

Here comes good news.

Good morning, Mr. Foreman.

Uh, Mrs. Mason's on her way. She must
have gotten caught in traffic.

We all get caught in traffic, Miss
Newman. We plan on it.

Any time, we've got a $500 an hour
narrator waiting. Well, he was a few

late himself, Mr. Foreman.

Oh, here she is.

Mr. Herman, I'm sorry I kept you
waiting. Just wait a minute. I'll be

you. It's all right.

Mr. Foreman, I'm sorry. I made something
wrong with the electricity in my

apartment. Have you made any takes yet?

No, Miss Mason, because that's what
we're paying you for.

Now, may I see your script for a second?

Mr.

Harriman, we're ready now.

Oh. Would you read that to me for us
nice and easily so that you'll hear what

it's like?

Thank you.

So, use the brush used by Hollywood
hairdressers.

Windsor. Santiago.

It'll take two weeks off at the end of
the month.

And Rivera.

Let's see somebody on duty who speaks
Spanish.

All right. We'll make it, uh... Santiago
and Bloomberg starting the 15th. Yeah.

Captain. Lieutenant, on that cardboard
box that his body was found in, the

Taiwan Trade Council didn't exactly know
what the numbers meant on the piece of

the box that you found.

Now they're writing letters to Taiwan
for us. That's wonderful.

Our only clue to where the victim might
have been killed, and it's a bunch of

letters in Chinese.

In the meantime, Lieutenant, if the
witness can come up with anything else

that box, like the color of the
printing, we might be able to narrow it

one appliance, like a TV set or an
outdoor barbecue.

I'll go talk to him myself. I wouldn't
want the lady to stop appreciating her

importance to us.

Just one more thing.

I was going over the MES report on
Draper last night.

Did you read this part?

Numerous splinters embedded in victim's
neck, presumably from contact with a

wooden section of pier.

Anybody check that, presumably?

How's it feel to be in someone's private
cage?

Exciting, isn't it?

I know these.

My mother uses the same kind to get to
sleep.

Heavy -duty stuff.

See if she's got any baking powder in
the kitchen.

For what?

To cut the strength of these pills.

Get her in the habit of taking more and
more of them.

Windy days bring a tingle to life and
a... You'll have to slide that narration

down. It's coming in before you can see
the movie set.

Tangle to today's casual hairstyle.

Excuse me, but the lieutenant can fix
it.

I can't be interrupted now. I've got to
reshoot the scene, re -record the

narration.

I have to re -record the narration. I
can't stop now. Besides, you're just in

few minutes, Miss Mason. Right here is
fine by me. ...duty brush from England.

And leading drug stores and beauty shops
everywhere.

Adele, would you copy down these
footages that Richie's got over here for

would you?

Welcome to my madhouse, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I jumped on you.

Well... Go ahead.

It's about the cardboard box you saw
unloaded from the car. You know, the one

the body was in.

Box? I don't understand.

A little nervous?

Miss Mason, if we knew where they killed
Mr. Draper, then we might be able to

find witnesses to something. Possibly
fingerprints, even the murder weapon.

Now, did you notice anything marked on
the side of that box? I mean, anything

all?

I was worrying about being there alone.
I wasn't even thinking about the box.

Just run it down again like you saw the
whole thing on film, Lorelei. You never

forget what you see on film. You're
great at that.

Okay.

Um, yeah.

He drove up.

He parked.

He got up and he got out and he went
around the back and he opened up the

end and he pulled the box off and he
pushed it up towards the edge.

And then he stopped and he came.

He looked around and he came towards the
light. I was sure that he'd see me.

Keep going. He picked up something,
knocked the bulb out? No, he didn't pick

anything. He had something in his hand
already.

Yeah, that's right. He reached into the
box and he had a rod in his hand, like a

curtain rod.

Metal. Metal?

Huh. Was it shiny like chrome or brass?

No, it was duller than that.

Brownish. Copper?

Maybe.

And you can't help with any other
recollections about the box.

No, I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Mr. Foreman.

We'll be, um, we'll be finished in 20
minutes.

Yes, sir.

Um, I love your well -oiled operation,
Lorelei.

Well, I'd like it to be that way. Be
gentle on yourself.

I mean, you're important, not only to
me.

See you.

See you.

Can we finish in 20 minutes?

No.

But we will.

Who is this? It's awfully late, you
know. I'm sorry, Miss Mason. I really

Who is this?

My name is Fred Wesson.

I'm with my own agency in Montreal.

And I'm down here desperately searching
for some new staff members.

Several people have mentioned that you
were producing TV commercials.

Well, I've been an associate, but I just
started producing.

I hear you're a real go -getter. Do you
think that you could get your

storyboards together, a sample of your
copy, maybe meet me later on in the

Why not?

Where should I meet you?

I'll be in and out of the city all week.
Why don't I call you in a few days and

let you know? I'm sorry to call you so
late.

Oh, well, not at all. Good night.

Good night.

Well, what do you know?

Montreal, why not?

What is a copper rod doing in a packing
crate for some sort of appliance, huh?

Has any of you Sunday handymen ever run
across anything like that where you're

banging your thumbs in your head,
whatever?

This could be anything made in Taiwan.
This appliance, uh, an air conditioner.

How about pipe, you know, to hook up a
gas stove? You don't need pipes, Thabo.

You need some sort of flexible tubing.

Water pipe.

They make copper water pipe.

Costs a fortune.

Now, this isn't big like pipe. It's
small like a curtain rod.

Lieutenant!

Yeah. A water cooler, no.

The box wouldn't be big enough to hold a
body.

Wait a minute.

You know, we just put in a new icebox
with an ice maker. And you need that

of copper tubing to hook it up.

Now maybe there was a leftover piece in
the box.

An icebox with an ice maker in it. I can
check that out on our Chinese friends

right now.

Nobody thanks us?

No respect for this brain trust?

I'll make sure there's a yo -yo in your
stocking for Christmas, okay? And

there'll be four pages of directions to
make sure you know how it goes up and it

goes down and up and down. Yeah, don't
worry.

Mr. Chen, Detective Kroc of Manhattan
South?

Yeah, anybody you know of importing ice
boxes with ice makers into the States?

They do?

May I have the name, please?

Hope I'm not seeing another hacked -up
work print.

Oh, no, this is complete.

Opticals and everything.

Roll it.

Windy days bring a tingle to life and a
tangle to today's casual hairstyle.

But you can brush up wherever you are
with this pocket -sized Windsor

Windsor's remarkable rotary action
actually helps your hair fall into its

natural growth pattern.

So, use the brush used by Hollywood
hairdressers. Windsor, the beauty brush

England. and leading drugstores and
beauty shops everywhere.

You want to run it again?

No, not in this condition.

You don't like it?

Operating on a gut level?

No, not operating.

I want Tony Jones to come up later,
Richard, and recut some of these choppy

places.

Choppy places? I did that on purpose for
pacing.

Miss Mason, you've been under a strain
lately. It comes through in the works.

Tony can finish this up.

And then I want you to start working
money on some print copy.

Mr. Foreman, I want to stay in
commercials if the problem's a little

Being over an hour late to a recording
session is not a little thing. Nor is

reporting to the wrong shooting
location. I told you, somebody left the

information on my answering machine.

I don't want to sound like a tyrant,
Lorelei.

But this whole operation hasn't been a
complete success.

What you need now is more sleep than
rest.

Not more responsibility.

Operating on a gut level.

I hate this company.

But we all cash their checks.

You know, I never told you all this, but
I...

I divorced a very nice, quiet husband in

Chicago.

Because he wanted kids and I wanted a
career.

I miss the hell out of him right now.

What am I doing this for?

Sell some dumb piece of plastic with a
handle on it?

I mean, who cares about some stupid
brush anyway? What difference does it

It's stupid.

Take it to her office. Have a light now.

Oh, come on.

I think they sent this up from the lab.

I see.

The wood at the edge of the pier.

That was some sort of pine.

The splinters in Draper's neck were oak
with traces of floor wax.

All right.

Choke another one up for McNeil, and
that's why he's captain.

There are no oak floors in the Villiano
apartment. They got carpets everywhere.

And none in the victim's apartment
either.

Crocker! Yeah?

The box, Crocker.

The Chinese puzzle, huh? I'm checking
the list now.

There's one brand of icebox with ice
maker in it imported from Taiwan.

They call it Cold Star. Now, this is a
list of 21 purchasers who had them

delivered the week before Draper's
death. What were your names and

here anyway, huh?

Nothing tied into Villiano or the
college or the victim? Nothing, huh? I

find it. What about this Professor
Hooper? Maybe he had a grudge against

associate. Maybe he teamed up with
Villiano.

Cooper lives on West 44th Street. There
were no ice boxes delivered to 44th

Street. Sorry about that.

Wait a minute.

Say, Norman, board one.

Delivered to 375 West 20th Street.

Is that the same address from the list
of paper students?

Perry, 375 West 20th. All right.

They find that empty box in the
building. They toss the body in it. I

warrant, Crocker.

Go ahead.

Tell Forensic to stand by. Yes, sir.

Lorelai? Lorelai?

Lorelai, it's Mr. Wesson on the phone,
the guy you mentioned from Montreal.

This is Mr. Wesson. I'm back in the
city. I was wondering if I could see

your work tonight.

Oh, Mr. Wesson, you are a lifesaver.

Where do I come?

It would have to be after work. Why
don't I come by your place about 7 .30?

You're in the city. Yes, 96 East 12th
Street in the village.

All right, I'll see you then.

Oh, and I'll bring by a typical contract
for you to look over.

Goodbye.

Adele, I've got to get... my things
together some storyboards I've worked on

soon as possible.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Suddenly this is looking very important.

Boy, I love that carrot.

Give it a little taste.

Yank it away.

It'll fall apart all over the place.

I'm going to her apartment.

Slip her the heavy -duty pills.

This could be the big night.

Bob, why don't we wait and see what she
does on her own?

I mean, if we help her overdose, it's
murder.

Nobody's gonna have the slightest
suspicion if this witness kills herself

Let's just do it and get on with our
lives.

With nothing hanging over our heads.

Eight o 'clock. Come on, come on.

Did you have trouble getting a cab or
something?

Oh, actually, I can't get there.

Oh, listen, I'll wait up all night. You
just get here when you can. I'm not

going anywhere.

What I mean is, I've done some more
checking, and I don't want to rush you

a job that you're not ready for.

Mr. Weston.

Tell me about it. A cold star
refrigerator box.

You.

Warm it right there.

Yeah? What did she say on the phone?

I really didn't give her much of a
chance. Why?

I heard her stop talking, then nothing.

No crying, no hysterics.

She must have done it.

Somehow.

I'm going to take a look.

Hey, Bob?

Yeah? Open up, Nystrom. Police. We want
to talk to you.

Hi. He's got something for you.

I have a warrant to search your
apartment issued by the Honorable Justin

For what?

Oh, what lovely, lovely oak floors.

Check that bleached area and look for
blood.

I know what this is. You guys are
fishing.

Anybody who knows Bob Vigliano, right?

Fishing?

Oh, no, he's hooked.

And so are you, kid.

We know it all now.

I thought to Professor Hooper.

Lieutenant, it's blood.

Arrest him for murder. Tell him he's
right.

I didn't kill anybody.

Vigliano did, but it just happened. I
mean, it was an accident. Nothing, uh...

It was unpremeditated.

Where is he now?

Um... Well?

He's at the witness's apartment.

Miss Mason, we... Don't stop now.

We were conducting experiments on her
behavior, trying to freak her out, make

her snap, and, um... Bob put some pills
in a room that were stronger than she

was used to, a lot stronger than she was
used to.

Go away.

Go away.

Don't kill me.

Don't kill me.

Don't kill me. Don't kill me.

Don't kill me.

a bad situation, you made it
intolerable, huh?

All I did was push the buttons.

Huh? Hey, look.

Maybe she didn't get her revenge this
time.

But when those 12 human beings get their
hands on you, you know what's gonna

happen? They're gonna put you into a
maze, like those rats you work with.

Only this maze is called Attica Prison.

And you're gonna be there for the rest
of your life.

I'll tell you something.

You be a good boy, I'll come visit you.

And maybe I'll bring you a piece of
cheese.

Get the hell out of here.

I'm going to make it upstairs and start
the report.

Crocker, come here.

Slow down, huh?

Take it nice and easy, okay, kid?

Yeah.

Nice and easy.

Rigby thinks he's braver than most with
tales from the crypt in Rising Dump at

12 .15. That's after Reg Varnie and his
motley crew are giving their marching

orders. If they don't do as they're
told, on the buses is next.