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He'll meet you before he let anybody else have me.

Talk to me. Now I'm in a larger hat size.

You're nuts!

We've got a real psycho in our heads.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Better get her loaded up there. All right.

Load her up.

Hey, Tom.

How are you? Ed, how are you?

Ed? Hi.

Bill?

Ed, I ever tell you about the time Sergeant Anderson and I teamed up in Ad

You tell me every time we meet.

Oh, yeah.

What's Cece's interest in this girl?

That's Ellen Perry. We're very interested.

That's what a driver's license says. Who is she?

She's a sales girl at a Paradise Mall boutique. She's a witness to the Teddy

Conner investigating.

This one's a little messy. She's been raped, stabbed.

The real kicker is what she's wearing on her head.

It's Ellen.

Except Ellen Perry wasn't married.

Okay, thanks.

Sheriff Stephanie just located her car.

It's the bottom of Canyon Road and Ocean Drive. Okay, we'll only follow you

there. Ed? Yeah, right.

Here's your favorite reporter.

Distributor cat's missing.

Freak obviously drives along upside some woman at night.

Like signal, something's wrong with her car.

She pulls over, he offers to look for the trouble, and then pinches

cat.

Then he offers a ride to the nearest service station.

Tom!

Look what I found in the barrel.

Good evening. This is Suzanne Edwards reporting from the scene of what the

police think is the second murder victim's car. Two nights ago, they found

another murdered girl in an alley off Beach Street, and on her head, the

killer's trademark, a bridal veil.

Let's find out something about that bridal veil.

Yeah.

Smile, you're going to be on TV.

Sergeant Anderson, Sergeant, would you say that there was any significance in

the fact that both girls were blonde?

At this point, no. We think the killer is a psychopath with unpredictable

behavior. I would like to say something, though.

The department would like to pass along this advice to women who drive alone.

If a stranger flags you down, don't stop.

Keep going.

And if you can get the license number and pass it along to us, it would be a

great help. In fact, any information you have concerning this case would be

welcome. We don't want to see it happen again.

Right. Sergeant, what about the bridal veil that the killer has left on both

victims? Doesn't that indicate a jilted lover, a person whose homicidal rage was

triggered by being stood up at the altar?

Well, that is a possible theory, yes.

But at the moment, the police haven't a single suspect, have they? No, we don't.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Entre nous.

Now, you've come by to pick up your fiancée's ensemble, no?

No, I have come by because I'm a police officer.

How do you say in French, gendarme?

Faze.

Oui.

Yeah, well, the third of this month, you reported the display case smashed.

Oh, yeah. But you didn't indicate what had been taken.

A few bridal veils.

How many?

Six. Now, can I get back to my paint?

Here's one other thing. Could you identify them if you saw them again?

We don't label them. They're too fragile.

Oh, of course, the seamstress who made them could probably recognize her own

needlework. What's her name?

Um, Fuentes.

Isabella Fuentes.

Heavenly hemstitching. I'm sure. Is she here? Can I speak to her?

Unhappily. She's in Mexico.

Oh. Deported.

You are a detective, aren't you?

What do you got? Thought this might interest a fellow.

Oh, the trip is headed again.

Radiator's still hot, too. I think we're only missing him about a minute or two.

You got anything else?

Registration.

Joan Travis, huh?

Call it.

Where's the nearest public home?

There's an all -night joint on Marvin Drive.

Yeah, we have a possible kidnap.

187.

Unable to locate victims.

Possibly ID'd as Joan Travis.

Alert all units in the vicinity.

Pants coming.

Where the guys take their girls to, uh... You know what I mean?

That's a wooded area a couple of miles away.

Okay. Get yourself a beer. You deserve it.

What are we stopping here for?

Listen, buddy.

Get this crate rolling, you understand?

Let's go.

Please.

Oh, no.

Look, please put that away.

I'll do anything you want.

You want to kill the engine, Joe?

What's happened?

Briefing. Captain?

No, Crawley.

Okay. How you doing?

Hello.

Oh, hi, darling.

I'm making myself all gorgeous for you.

Well, don't work too hard at it. We can't have all that beauty gone to

Oh, Tom.

You can't get off tonight?

Not even on my birthday?

Well, it's a little tense here. The freak was out again last night.

Oh, come on, Tom. It's not that.

When do you ever take a night off?

Listen, I gotta go now. But look,

we'll go out tomorrow night, huh?

I'll splurge.

I think I'll call Alice and see if she'd like to take in a movie tonight.

If I can find one I haven't seen.

Yeah, you do that.

I love you.

And I love you.

The psychological profile of the killer revealed that he's probably young,

probably in his early 20s.

Single.

And maybe he suffered a romantic crisis recently.

We got a real psycho in our hands.

Okay.

Well, that's it.

Now get out there and bang on the doors and shake some bushes and see what you

can find out about your individually assigned victims.

And you might as well call your mamas and tell her to turn on the electric

blanket because daddy ain't going to be home tonight.

So let's go.

Hey, Jones, may I report?

Thank you.

Hi, Tom.

Hey, where's your partner?

Oh,

sorry.

Bill, the Mexican consul is going to try to... I am?

This is Uncle Dresden?

Yeah, if you're fine.

Okay, wait a minute. Hold it.

Let me get this straight.

Tequila, vodka, and cognac with equal parts of tomato juice

laced with Tabasco?

That's it.

And this depth bomb is going to make me better, huh?

Oh, I didn't say it's going to make you better. I said it's going to make you

feel better.

Listen, don't knock it. That remedy belonged to my dear old grandmother, and

lived to be 104.

Ow.

Wow.

How would she finally die of?

Acute alcoholism.

Oh.

Get that for me, will you, Tom?

I think that's my Yvonne, lady. Oh.

Probably it.

Yeah?

Have you been home yet?

Why?

The sheriff's department reported an abandoned gray Olds on West Avenue.

License number APA 104.

That's Helen's car.

We know.

Oh, somebody goofed.

Helen went to the movies last night with her girlfriend, uh, Alice, what's her

name? Alice always drives her car.

Tom, I double -checked.

What's ringing?

The distributor cap is missing.

Sure, a lot of fuzz out there.

Hey, how about some eggs?

Sunnyside? Yeah, and heavy in the fries.

Maybe one of these broads was here.

Maybe not.

Thing is, I blow the whistle on my clients. It's bad for business.

We're talking about murder. You understand that?

Murder? Murder.

Or would you rather talk with us downtown?

Okay, okay.

Mrs. Brown.

She was here Saturday night with, who else?

Mr. Brown.

Can I use your phone?

Sure.

Have you seen them here before?

Guess you could say they're regular customers.

How regular?

Like twice a week for the past six months.

Okay, thank you.

75 Porsche registered to William Cheever.

You've got your rights read to you, Mr. Cheever. You can have a lawyer present

if you want to.

Well, supply one.

I said it.

No.

You may show him that registration card.

Is that your signature, Mr. Cheever?

No. Look, I know Helen was married to a cop, but I'm getting the distinct

feeling that I'm being railroaded into a murder charge. Now, I'm telling you, I

didn't do it.

We can have a handwriting expert compare the signatures.

we were there.

At the motel?

Yes.

By we, you mean you and Helen Foley?

Yes.

God forgive me.

She'd be alive.

But?

About two o 'clock.

She started to get nervous. She said that her husband might be...

For change.

Tom.

Save it.

We don't think so.

The story holds up and the poly shows truth for us.

Crowley wants you off the case completely, Tom.

How'd you know where to find me?

I didn't.

I went to three other places first. Then I remembered I used to drag me here in

the old days.

Bloody Mary with a twist.

How's that after three years, Pat?

Sensational, Barney. How have you been?

Okay. So don't be such a stranger.

Right.

Stranger, that's funny.

I guess I was just bad to Helen.

All the time, it's just been history.

Aspen Heights.

Aspen.

Just cops and crooks.

That's all I ever did.

I spent our 10th anniversary on a stakeout on the 211.

And Ellen sat home and watched the champagne.

I'm the one for what happened.

Not Emma.

Barney, keep them coming.

No, no, I won't talk to anybody but Sergeant Anderson.

Okay.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh,

Bill, I just talked to the Mexican consul again. He said... He told you to

off the tequila, right?

I was with Tom. He had to be with someone.

So he was out with Margarita Mary.

I did drink too much.

Can I get you anything?

Not unless it's a day off.

Yeah, well, I've got a little lady in there who swears she knows something

the murders, but she'll only speak to Sergeant Anderson privately.

Oh, no, do I have to?

I'll give you a hint.

Sergeant Anderson. Sergeant Anderson.

I thought you were on TV.

I knew you could be trusted. Yes.

All right, just put it in.

You'll have to excuse me. I was out late on a cake.

Look at me. I'm a mess.

You look fine. You really do.

Now, why don't we start with your name?

Elva Myers.

Who is killing you over and over?

Prince Charming.

I mean, that's what he called himself.

He never said any other name.

Just that he was my Prince Charming and I was his fairy princess.

How long have you known this man?

About a month.

He came into this coffee house on Paradise Mall where I wait tables.

As soon as I hand him a menu, he says, fairy princess, love at first sight, you

know, real goofy like that.

And then he says that we were made for each other in heaven and like that.

Real corny.

But the scary thing is, I mean, he really meant it.

Go on.

Well, every day he came back, you know, talking crazier and crazier. He had a

camera and took my picture. Said he'd always keep it close to his heart.

Then finally, you know, he misses a day and I think I'm rid of him.

But the next morning he's back bright and early and you wouldn't believe with

what.

A wedding license.

Got it in San Diego, he says. We're supposed to fly that night and get

But, of course, you said no.

I lied, said I had a boyfriend.

Well, he screamed, I jilted him.

Said he'd kill me before he let anybody else have me.

That was exactly two weeks ago.

I love you.

I love you, too.

We'll do all we can to help.

life. Not exactly.

What can we change?

I don't know.

Well, what about the eyes and the mouth?

What about the chin? I don't know.

I've, like, tried to blot his face from my mind.

I can't do any better. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Why don't you get that on the MO sheets?

It's better than nothing.

Yeah Hardly recognized you to close on yeah, but you me getting together

after the show Don't play hard to get with me

For you, baby.

Well.

Hey, let's not go away mad.

Hey, look.

You're a really nice guy when you get to know me.

Howdy.

Hi. Welcome.

You know that?

Yeah,

her name's Gordy.

Gordy what?

Gordy who knows.

Is he in here often?

Yeah, often.

He lives on the boardwalk.

Come in at night, too?

Well... Sometimes.

Sometimes with a chick.

Is he ever in here with any of these?

Could be.

I don't pay no attention to chicks around here.

Why not?

Because there's just a lot of tarts.

When you take that blonde Gordy Chase after, she's a stripper.

Oh, that's really shocking.

This Romeo, he got a car?

Yeah, the yellow job out in the parking lot.

You want to come over a second?

This is Mr. Henderson, Sergeant Crowley.

Sergeant? Henderson?

Mr. Henderson lives over in Kedzie where we found her car.

Oh?

You want to tell them about it, Mr. Henderson?

Well, it was like this, Sergeant.

I was going out to get a beer during a commercial.

About 1 .30 a .m.

And I looked out the window and I saw these two cars parked on the street.

This guy with long hair, you know the type.

Working on the one car.

I think it was a Mustang.

It was just too dark to really see anything any good.

What about the other car? Did you get the make of that?

Same problem.

It was some kind of a small car.

Light colored.

Okay, thanks very much. We'll be in touch with you.

Yeah, I'd like to ask a couple of questions too, Mr. Hanson.

Hey, Bill.

This took this from underneath the windshield wiper.

Parking light at the beach.

Wait a minute. Hey, Tom.

Did you get my message from Pepper about to stand off the case?

Yeah.

Good.

This isn't her car, huh?

Yep. Check it out.

out to me. Now I'm in a larger hat size.

You're not!

Come on, you ripped off six of those veils. Where are the other two?

Veils? What the hell do I know about veils?

Sit down, sweetheart.

Tom, it's not worth it.

You don't understand, man. He killed my wife. I told you, Tom.

Come on, let's take a walk.

He's not the one.

Okay, I'll feed someone.

Phil?

So he wasn't the one.

Well, you're a real wider up, aren't you, Tom?

I told you to stay out of this.

But I saw him with a murdered girl.

The other day, he was harassing her.

And he owns a yellow dart.

Look, I'm just following up the same lead as Joe and Pete. But Joe and Pete

a right to be out there, Tom. You got no right to be out there.

Well, why did he run?

Wouldn't you run if some nut bust in and started bouncing you off the walls?

If you meddle in this case once more, I'm going to see to it that you're

Are you getting my message?

Tom, do you understand what I'm saying to you?

The names of all males who applied for a marriage license during the week of the

17th. 49 of them.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, we can eliminate the San Diego residents.

What about Shannon O 'Rourke?

Anybody been down that end of the street?

No,

some of them don't get there till midnight.

Well, I should hang around for that lab report. Oh, that's all right. I'll take

care of it.

How are your bumps and grinds? Quickly.

You better take J .O .P. with you. No, they're still in Mexicali. But I'll let

you know if any of them agree.

Relax. We're just going to talk.

What about?

This.

Where'd you get it?

Where'd you get it?

In your room.

Answer my question.

Well, I know. They made a wonderful chick.

Remind them of his mother.

Turns out this wonderful chick takes a powder.

The square's all shook up.

Gives me a hundred bucks if I help him find her.

So he gives me this photograph so I'll know it.

Stuck it in my mirror and forgot all about it.

This friend of yours got a name?

This is a friend.

This is where I know.

I don't know his full name. Ed's up.

Ed.

Get on this book.

Where do I find him?

Burger joint down at the pier.

He works there.

All right, get out of here.

All right.

Hey, just because a girl's a stripper doesn't mean she sleeps with every john

and one who's in.

Well, no, but Shannon must have had some male friends or boyfriends.

Yeah, one.

Her regular guy.

He used to pick her up after the show. His name's Marvin Clodney, something

that. Do you know where he lives?

Uh -uh, but he pumps gas at that station on the corner.

Hey, mine's the medium rare, no onions.

Well, thanks a lot, girls. You don't mind if I send some friends in to see

show, do you?

Ever since you jilted me, I've dreamt about you.

And you know what I dream about?

Huh?

I dream that I kill you.

Over and over and over and over. But you won't stay dead.

This time you're gonna stay dead.

L -14.

L -14.

700 block at Ocean Avenue.

The parking lot at the foot of the pier.

Shots were fired. Officer needs help.

Out.

You've been hit.

It's not the first time, baby.

Not for nothing.

Sorry. Yeah.

This guy's got it.

Get her now, Bill.

Hey, thanks, Joe.

Listen, thanks for bringing the clothes down.

Oh, nothing.

Hi, Bill.

Hey, Bill. Well, they tell me you missed the bone, huh?

Just lucky, I guess.

They found the veils from the glove compartment of Crow's car.

If it hadn't been for Tom, you might have found one on me.

The bad penny just turned up, that's all.

What were you doing on Paradise Mall, Tom?

I was headed for Barney's.

Sure you were.

Listen, PR's laid out a press conference. You interested?

Oh, cover for me, will you? I gotta go get my report out, then I'm going home

get some sleep. See you later.

Okay, good night, Bill.

Night.

Tom, I owe you.

Buy me a cup of coffee sometime.

Okay. We'll make it a double.

Hello.

Hello.

What can I do for you?

He said two.

Who did?

Look, someone's been eating at me.

I figured somebody in charge ought to know.

Have you been drinking?

Yeah, I had a few.

Okay, what is this that you think I ought to know?

That's stripper Shannon.

She was the fifth victim, right?

Well, your friend Foley, when he was bouncing me off my wall, he yelled at

You ripped off six of those veils.

Where did you stash the other two?

Five from six is one.

I just thought you ought to know.

Good night, Mr. Stewart.

Last Saturday night.

See, I'm not sure.

Tom always signs with Tab, doesn't he?

Yeah, sure he does.

Yeah. There you are.

I thought he was on some kind of surveillance job.

Surveillance? Why?

Well, he sat right where you are and spent all night staring out the window.

Yeah, Pep, how's it going?

Yeah? What?

Okay, I'll meet you there.

Right.

You know, you're the last person I expected to see again tonight, Pep.

Here. Now, what's this new development?

This, Tom.

They're the same veils, aren't they?

Helen got rid of her bridal outfit years ago. I think she sent it to Amarillo,

to one of her nieces.

Would you mind if I look through some of her personal things?

I've just come from Barney's. He looked up your tab from Saturday night.

From where you were sitting, you watched Cheever come out of that motel with

Helen, didn't you?

You were always good, you know.

That's funny.

At this time, just you and me standing here.

The two of us.

I think that's sad, Pep. Don't you think that's sad?

Yes, Tom.

It's sad.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry. Oh,

I wish Helen had said that.

She could have just asked. for a little understanding.

All these years, I felt guilty about my work, my job,

not being a proper husband to her.

I didn't want to tell her I knew.

I didn't want to say anything.

She was so brazen.

She said Cheever made her feel alive in a way I never had.

She said she wouldn't give him up.

But she didn't give a damn about what I thought.

I got tired, kid.

All of a sudden, I got very tired and slapped her with my open

hand, but too hard.

She fell.

I've seen enough bodies to know that it wouldn't do any good.

The cry, Pep.

Her.

Me. For a whole life, just shot away.

I'm so incredible, Tom. I'm so sorry.

And you went out and you killed Crowell to shut him up.

Because if we'd have caught him, he would have confessed to only the other

murders, right? Not Helen's.

Maybe, but I got rid of a psycho who killed four women.

Maybe I figured someday he'd just shuffle out of the mental institution.

Stamped sane.

And start again on another rampage.

It happens like that, you know.

Yeah, it sure does.

And that's wrong, but... But you're not the judge or the jury.

None of us are.

But you can be you. You can... Tom, are you... Are you

trying to say cover up for you?

You're not...

You're

not thinking of using that on me.

Never ever in my mind.

That must be Crowley.

This is where it ends.

You better let him in, Pep. I'll get dressed.

Pep, are you in there?

I was going to think nobody was home.

What's up?

We didn't have the whole story.

Tom is the one who killed Helen.

What about the kid?

He just confessed.

Where is he? Getting dressed.

Did you get his weapon?

No. What the hell are you thinking?

Well... Hey, Tom.

Tom, open the door, will you?

Open up.

Polly, open the door.

Open up, Polly.

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