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[SIRENS WAILING]

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[RUSTLING]

[RUSTLING]

Ah!

[SCREAMS]

No. No!

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The victim's name
is Paula Howard.

Female, Caucasian.
Age: 23.

Death by strangulation.

Same m.o. as the previous two.

Young, single, new to the city.

All right, Dr. Parkman has
prepared a psychiatric profile

of the killer. Dr. Parkman.

The man you're looking for
is paranoid schizophrenic.

His problem stems from
a love-hate relationship

with some female.

Most likely a wife or mother
who rejected him.

Now, he can't bring himself
to kill them,

so he chooses substitutes,
other females who reject him.

He doesn't want to kill.

That's why he writes "please"
after each murder,

using the victim's lipstick.

In other words,
"please catch me."

Doctor,
you say he doesn't wanna kill,

and that's what
the please thing is?

That's right.
Well, doctor,

a lot of people are, uh--
Well, newspapers mainly.

Uh, they're reading
that as more or less

a sarcastic
kind of challenge.

Oh, I don't agree.
He's compulsive.

He can't stop himself.

He's asking you
to do it for him.

Well, we'll try
to do that very thing.

The lists you've been handed
contain the names

and last known addresses
of males who have

committed acts of violence
against women.

Bring 'em in for questioning.
That's it. Let's go to work.

Uh, lieutenant, can I, uh,

talk to you for a second?

If you mean for a minute
and just that, yes.

Well, I just wanted you
to know about, uh,

some of the recommendations
I've made to the bureau

in terms of this investigation.

Now, hold on, doctor,
I'm not sure I like

the idea of you recommending
anything in investigation.

I'm in charge here.
I understand that,

but you're not dealing with
your standard sort of criminal.

You're not dealing with your
standard sort of lieutenant.

Well, there are a few small
things I've suggested,

and one big thing.

Which do you want to hear first?

[SHOUTING]
Absolutely not.

Pardon me, could you tell us

where we can find
Lieutenant Ryker?

Heh, heh. Sure can.

You go right through
that door.

Are you two come down here
from the bureau?

Yes.
Why?

That's what it is, man.

Parkman talked them into
assigning women to the thing.

Hey, far out.

It's a good idea,
I suppose. Really.

Ah, lay out the addresses of the
guys we're supposed to bring in,

and I'll, uh,
take the ladies to see Ryker.

This way, ladies.

This way, hmm.

Fast.

Very fast.

Captain.

Yes, Dr. Parkman's here.
He's explained to me.

Well, it just seemed
to me that--

Yes, sir, I understand.
Thank you very much.

Ah, pardon me, lieutenant,
these ladies wanted to see you.

Yes, I know. Come on in.

Lieutenant Ryker,
this is Officer Conway

and Officer Dawson.

Pleased to meet you both.
Doctor, you've done your job.

I'd like to talk to these ladies
alone for a while.

Of course.

Uh, lieutenant,
if I can be of any assistance,

don't hesitate to call.

If you can be of any assistance,
you'll be the first to know.

You know you've been assigned
here over my protests?

We know it now.
Why the protests?

Here.
This is the reason why:

Victim number one,
Karen Hart.

Female, Caucasian,
etcetera, etcetera.

Phys Ed teacher,
all-around athlete.

Presumably capable
of taking care of herself.

Broken neck.

Victim number two,
Jan Tilden.

Female, Caucasian.
The cautious type.

Carried a knife in her purse
for protection.

The knife was still in her purse
when we found the body.

Broken neck.
Victim number three--

You made your point,
lieutenant.

And then some.

Still so eager
to take this on?

Eager?

No, but we can do the job.

Let's hope so.

Pack a suitcase and be here
at 8 in the morning.

Yes, sir.
Okay.

BOTH:
Oh.

Hey, excuse me,
excuse me.

How'd it go with Ryker,
huh?

Well--
I-I'm Terry Webster.

This is Willie Gillis.
Hello.

Peg Conway.
Annie Dawson.

Anyway, uh,
how did he greet you?

He...managed to contain
his enthusiasm very well.

Yeah, I'll bet.

He was honest
about what he felt.

I'll take that for starters.
Good for you.

I mean: good that you'll
take that for starters,

because I think that you're
gonna get it for finishers too.

We'll see.
Nice meeting you.

Good meeting you.
DAWSON: Hang in there, fellas.

And don't forget,
we're all on the same side.

Tell that to Ryker.

Yeah.

I sure would have liked to heard
Ryker with those two.

Hey, Terry, uh,

do you mind a gentle kick
in the tail, hm?

What?

You, my dear friend.

You're prejudiced.

[SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Sounds like prejudice
to me.

Well, that's not a word to be
tossed around lightly.

Mm. I know, I know.

Okay,
whose turn is it?

It's yours.

I'm not talking
about being, um,

you know, deliberately cruel,

like setting out
to hurt somebody.

I just mean,
when it's a policewoman,

it seems like you've
automatically assumed

her job's just to, um,

search female suspects
and keep records.

I don't automatically
assume anything.

Although I--

Well, a lot of them,
uh, do do that.

That's not what
the two you, um--

You just met are gonna do
though, is it?

No,
I never said that.

You wanna roll the dice
any time soon?

Mm.

You know, acting as bait
for a man who's already killed

three women's not exactly
light housekeeping,

is it?
No.

That's why Ryker
wanted volunteers

to, uh, stake out
that singles apartment.

Look.

I agree with
everything you say,

but I still don't know
why I'm prejudiced.

Okay, I will, uh, tell you.

Now, you do think that Ryker's

a little unfair towards
policewomen, hm?

I suppose so.

And you were laughing about it.

Well...

So, what does that make you?

Who owns that property?
Me.

You sold it to me two turns ago.

How much?

Six thousand dollars.

[CHUCKLING]

Uh, do you suppose Ryker
found those volunteers

he wanted out at the apartment?

You got a loan?
[ALL LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hi.
Hi.

Oh, wow.
What a terrific apartment.

Mine's super too.

You know, we've gotta be the
luckiest girls

in the whole world.

Living here's like having

an all-expense-paid vacation.

Annie,
I really envy you.

You're like an open-face
sandwich.

Everything right out
in plain view.

Heh.

Have you seen all the stuff
they have here?

I mean, the swimming pool,
billiard rooms,

sauna baths, Ping-Pong rooms,

and wall-to-wall men.

Any one of whom could walk right
in and maybe kill you both.

Why don't we keep it closed
from here on in?

What are you
doing here?

Uh, we're neighbors.

Just moved in across
the way.

But not by coincidence.

No, not by coincidence.
No.

We are your backup.

Now, that is neighborly.

Why?

Just seems like an interesting
assignment, that's all.

So far, I've been called
an interesting assignment

and an open-face sandwich.

I think I lack charisma.

Well, let's face it, ladies.
We're now a team.

The, uh, four musketeers.

Is that so?

Yeah. It is.

From now on, whenever you
leave your apartments,

one of us will be nearby.

Whenever you return,
one of us will check it out.

Make sure that it's empty.

Otherwise, we're just a couple
of carefree swingers

who happened to move
in across the hall.

So all we do is sit around
and bask in the sun?

Not quite.

The detectives found out
that one of the girls

who was killed had placed an ad
in the Singles Clarion.

What kind of ad?

I mean,
I've read some of those papers.

Just saying that she wanted
to meet some people.

Very straight.

What about the other girls?
Did they run ads?

The detectives are checking it,
but the newspaper isn't exactly

in love with opening files
when their big thing

is providing secrecy
for their readers.

So we'll probably have to get
a court order.

So girl runs ad,

Mr. Nice Guy
answers it,

gets invited
over to her apartment,

and no more girl. Hm.

Yeah, well, uh,
that is the theory.

We bait the trap
with the same kind of ad.

Not "we."

Just one of you, and you get
the first crack, Miss Dawson.

[♪♪♪]

Shortest paid vacation
in history.

Miss Dawson,
lots of people are lonely.

They don't have enough friends.
Our ads bring 'em together.

MAN:
All right,

you'll be box number 162.

Box number?

Oh, uh, all replies to your ad

come to this box
number here,

and then we forward
them to you.

In that way if, um...

Well, you can screen each reply
and eliminate any weirdoes,

and contact only those
that sound compatible.

Okey-doke.

How much do I owe you?

MAN:
Um... $4, even.

Your ad'll appear
in Friday's edition.

Thank you very much.

Have a nice day.

Hi.
How are you?

Okay, how much,
uh, for the paper?

Twenty-five cents.
Okay.

Oh, uh, let's see.

[♪♪♪]

Is anything wrong?

Oh, I was just thinking. Uh...

all I have to do now
is enjoy myself

while I wait for a guy
who likes to kill people.

Girl people.

[♪♪♪]

Hoffmann said you wanted
to see us, sir.

I hate to interrupt
your social life.

Headquarters thought
it might be helpful

if I gave them
a progress report.

No progress to report.

We've been to parties,
our building and others.

Talked to career girls and
bachelors, apartment managers,

cleaning women, janitors,
bartenders, gardeners, nothing.

Everybody's got a theory,
but nobody's got any facts.

Any new leads
from upstairs?

Nope.

Dr. Parkman's psychiatric
profile notwithstanding.

Well, maybe the, uh,

guy just solved his problem
and retired.

Or maybe he's just
charging his batteries,

waiting for another go-around.

These two females, Conway
and Dawson, how they doing?

Okay.
Really?

Yeah.
Yeah.

They know what they're doing.
Well, we'll see.

What about the ad
in the newspaper?

GILLIS:
It runs in tomorrow's edition.

I wanna see every piece of mail
that thing draws.

I want the two of you to check
in with me, or Hoffman,

if anything starts to happen.
We will.

And...don't work
too hard out there.

I know how unpleasant
this assignment must be.

We will bear up under
the strain. Can we go now?

Bit of a hurry, aren't you?

Gotta see a man
about a chicken.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I had a feeling Big Brother
was watching.

Well, I had a feeling that
we, uh, ought to break bread

and get to know
each other.

We agreed to keep things
on a professional level.

Agreed? Agreed?
You agreed. I abstained.

Ah, come on, Peg,

let's, uh, break bread
and have some lunch, and...

It's on the department.

Look, if you're making
some kind of play for me--

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Well, I am.

Stewardess was the thing.

Well, I mean,
when you're 13 years old

that looks like the best job
in the world.

You think you're gonna
fly to Zanzibar,

meet a prince
in first class,

and go live
in the Taj Mahal forever.

Didn't quite work out
that way though.

Why not?

I get airsick. Heh.

Kind of blows the image,
if you know what I mean.

So I thought
about modeling.

But those kind of cheekbones
don't come with box tops,

so I noodled around
teaching school for a while.

That isn't the most thrilling
job in the whole world,

so I finally decided I would
turn my whole life upside down,

and I applied to the academy.

So for the last--
Hold it.

You know what?

What?
You talk more and--

And faster than anybody
I've ever known.

And it gets to the point where I
don't hear a word you're saying.

Why do you do that?

I think I do it...

because I've never been
so frightened in all my life.

That's why.

Hey, you two.
What is this?

There's gonna be
a get-acquainted buffet at 4:00.

Well, this is our
get-acquainted buffet.

DAWSON:
Well, suit yourself.

Willie,

will you be my date?

Sure.

I'm gonna get myself
glued together.

See you later.
Uh, wait a minute.

I've got to check your apartment
first.

A likely story, sir.

A likely story.

That is a hard lady
to figure.

Finished second in the class
at the police academy.

Really?
Gospel.

Huh.

Well, see you later, huh?

Later.

Got a feeling
who finished first.

Thank you for the thought,

but I finished fourteenth.

Fourteenth?
Fourteenth.

[♪♪♪]

Drying your, uh, fingernails?

No, I am returning a very nice
wave of a very nice--

Just doing my bit
to clear away air pollution.

Come on.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Hi.

You wanna dance?

Uh, no, not now.

Next time around, okay?

Okay.

Willie,
you're just not trying.

Annie, you're absolutely right.
I'm not trying.

Come on.
Let's go.

Oh, wait.
I just broke a strap.

I think I better go retreat
and repair.

Okay.

It's my turn now.

Sorry.
There's a flag on this play.

Uh-uh. You promised me.

Hey, she'll be right back.

Go ahead, Annie.

Why don't you mind
your own business, huh?

Hey.

Hey, come on, take it easy.

I said she'd be right back.

Okay?

[CROWD CLAMORING]

MAN:
Get him. Get him.

[CROWD GROANS]

Come on.

Split.
Come on.

Split.
I'll remember you.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.

Where's Annie?

Let's go.

Nice seeing you again, miss.

You don't remember me, do you?

I'm afraid I don't.
Have we met?

Yeah, at the Clarion.

I, uh--
I took your ad.

You did?

The man I remember...

Well, I, uh,

dress differently
when I'm not working.

You can say that again.

I'd like to talk to you.

Sure.
As soon as I make a pit stop.

Now.

Was something wrong with the ad?

Well, it said that you wanted
to meet young men.

I'm young,

and I'd like
to be your friend.

Okay. Poof.
You're my friend.

You turned your back on me.

Don't you ever turn your back
on me again. That's rude.

There are too many
rude people in this world.

I'd hate to think
that you're one of them.

On second thought,
maybe you're not my friend.

Maybe I'm not.

Wait.

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

You killed her.

[SCREAMING]

No. No!

[♪♪♪]

Yes, the, uh, lab
turned up some stuff.

We're not too sure what
we're gonna do with it though.

The assailant was wearing a wig
when he attacked Officer Dawson.

There were strands of synthetic
fiber found on the floor,

the kind of thing used in
the manufacture of cheap wigs.

She scratched him several times,

but, uh,
fingernail specimens indicate

that the scratches were not
so deep as to require

a doctor's care
or emergency room treatment.

Well, that's about it.
Any questions?

Uh, any idea how long the hair
on the wig might be?

Probably just, uh, brushes
the collar.

That could mean he's bald,
or partially bald,

or that he has more hair
than some of the guys

working undercover on narco and
he just wanted a different look.

That's all.
Anything else?

Any fingerprints?

Two. Smudged and useless.

Anything else?

All right, you men working on
patrol know what to look for.

The rest of us will continue
with Officer Conway

at the apartment.

Lieutenant,
do you think that's wise?

No, I think it's stupid
and dumb and inefficient.

That's why I am ordering
it to continue.

All I meant was, we've already
lost one officer there, and--

I am well aware of that,
Officer Webster.

More aware of it than you
can possibly realize,

because I gave the order.

And I am now giving it again.

Dismissed.

Webster...

you owe that man an apology.

Not because of rank,
and not because of protocol.

But because of what I saw
on his face

when he heard that girl
had been killed.

You owe that man an apology.

[♪♪♪]

Whatcha doing?

Answering the people who sent
flowers to the funeral.

About halfway through.

You can start stamping some
envelopes if you want to.

Terry.

Do you remember how Parkman said
the killer would trap himself?

That he'd give us
the break we needed?

Mm-hm.

Here:

"I'm sorry.
I hoped we could be friends."

No signature.

Baxter's Flower Bazaar.

How come you remember the
incident so well, Mr. Baxter?

Well, the young fella
that ordered the flowers

asked me to write that message
on the card for him.

Said he hurt his hand
and couldn't write.

See any bandage on his hand?
No.

Had one on his neck, though.

Cut himself shaving, he said.

Um, Mr. Baxter, do you remember
anything about his hair?

His hair?

Long, short, bald?

Oh...let's see.

It was something like...

It was something like
this guy here:

It is this guy here.

Him. H-he's the one.

WEBSTER:
Walter T. Bolton.

Hey, this is the same guy that
took Annie's ad at the Clarion.

You sure?
I'm positive.

And it wasn't somebody who
reads the ads. It's this guy.

He selects his victims
before the ads appear.

Thank you very much, Mr. Baxter.
You've been a big help.

We may need you later
for a statement.

Anytime.
Happy to oblige.

Always like to be helpful,
you see.

Never even
try to get outta jury duty.

Fine, fine,
thank you so much.

Walter T. Bolton.
Busted twice for assault.

Also had a habit of knocking
his ex-wife around.

How'd you miss him
in your roundup?

If we brought every guy in who
ever took a swing at his wife,

this city would
come to a screeching halt.

Lieutenant,
let's pick him up.

Not yet.
First we circulate this picture

to every florist
in town,

and see if he was around
on the days after

the other girls
were killed.

We can't arrest him
for sending flowers.

No, but we can tighten
the circle,

they'll have something
to bring out at the trial.

How do we get him to trial?

The same way we'd always
planned on getting him there.

Assuming you're still game.
I'm game.

I just hope Walter T. Bolton
believes black is beautiful.

[♪♪♪]

May I help you?

I asked
if I can help you.

I'm not sure anybody can.

Been in this frigid city
two months,

and never felt so alone
in my entire life.

Well, then, you've come to the
right place, and I can help

you.

You wanna run
a personal ad?

I guess that depends
on how much it costs.

That depends
on the number of words.

Oh.
Ha, ha.

My name, uh, address and phone
are at the bottom there.

Mm, $4.50.

Why is it so hard to make
friends in this town?

Oh, modern life.

Too many people
are...inside themselves.

I mean, they don't realize
that other people have needs.

City life is too full
of walls.

Keeps human beings apart.

That's very nicely said.

Thanks.

All right, now you're officially
box number 230.

Talk about the city
being cold.

Now I'm number 230.

Well, at least I know your name,
Peg.

My name's Walter.

All right.

At least you and I won't be
numbers to each other.

Nope.
Thanks very much.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

Bolton there?
He was.

With a scratch on his neck.

[SIGHS]

You know, Peg, he's, uh,

probably killed
four people.

And I have no intention
of becoming number five.

Why don't you ask
out of this?

Why?

Words.

Look...

I know you well enough

to know that...

I more than like you.

I don't wanna talk about love,
but, uh...

I-I care

about you.

Worry about you. Don't want
anything to happen to you.

You didn't want anything to
happen to Annie,

for that matter.

No, but you know what I'm--?

What I'm talking about?

We shouldn't wait around here.
Let's get back to the precinct.

Okay, there's four entrances
to the wing we live in.

One here, here,

here and here.

Well, that can't be too tough
to bottle up

once we get Bolton inside.

This garage,
it's strictly for tenants?

Mm-hm.

Bolton'll have to park
out front,

which means he'll probably
have to come in

along this sidewalk right here.

Hey, how'd it go?

Okay, just hope I didn't
lay it on too thick for him.

RYKER:
If and when they come,

we'll be ready.

Communications is bugging
your apartment,

so Webster and Gillis
will be able to hear

everything that goes on
from across the hall.

The rest of us will be staked
out around the building.

Lieutenant,
I do have one request.

You want out?

No, but I do want you to pull
Terry off the case.

He's liable to get me killed,

and I'm not willing
to take that chance.

[♪♪♪]

That's a good girl.

Gonna make you big and strong.

You've gotta be strong...
[MEOWS]

[WHISPERS]
...and silky, love.

Because that's the only thing

people respond to.

Ever.

Hardly say anything.

Want truth.

Hm.

They don't.

They say they want
understanding.

They don't.

They don't want understanding.

[LAUGHS]

[MEOWS]

You eat...

and you get good and strong.

And big.

And y--
[MEOWS]

Gotta look strong.

Be strong for--

Maybe Peg'll be different.

Sooner or later,

someone's got to be different.

If you guys across the hall

hear any loud thumping,
don't panic.

It's just my heart.

Still think I did
the right thing

having Terry pulled off

that job.

Same reason...

doctors don't operate
on relatives.

[SIGHS]

Not sure if I did
it to protect me or Terry.

Hey,
this electronic therapy's great.

You can talk all you want
and nobody talks back.

Saves the price of a shrink.

A real good deal.

Real good.

Oh, boy.

I hope she doesn't
fall apart on us.

Sounds like she's having
second thoughts

about blowing the whistle
on Terry.

After five nights of this,

she's entitled to have second
thoughts about the whole thing.

Yeah, especially since
two of the florists

identified Bolton's picture.

Unfortunately, sending flowers
isn't listed in the penal code.

Mm.

RYKER [OVER RADIO]:
Danko, do you read me?

Loud and clear, lieutenant.

How's she holding out?

She's okay, I guess.

Did you tell her
to keep her door unlocked

in case we have
to come in fast?

Roger. It's unlocked.
Checked it myself.

All right. Let's settle in,
see what develops. Ryker out.

[BOTH SIGH]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hear anything from Ryker yet?
Nope.

Oh, Webster.

Come here a minute.

I'll bet you miss it, don't you?

Miss what?
That place you're staking out.

You know, the girls and the pool
and all that stuff.

Man, I didn't get that kind
of duty when I was a rookie.

Let me know if Ryker
checks in with anything.

You didn't answer my question.

You do miss it, don't you?

Yeah, in a manner of speaking.

Yeah. Heh-heh-heh-heh.
Yeah.

[LAUGHS]

[♪♪♪]

CONWAY:
I wrote a letter

to Annie's parents,

trying to find something
that would make them feel

she hadn't died
for no reason at all.

And the only thing
that I could come up with

is that she died
trying to make sure Bolton

wouldn't get to anyone else.

[OVER RADIO]:
Hoffman, this is Ryker.

When the new shift checks in,

send two men in plain clothes
to check the roof.

It's a long shot,
but you never know.

Operator, this is an emergency.

Connect me with
the police department, please.

Yes, this is Mr. Matthews.

I run an apartment house
at Fourth and Union,

and I just found one of my
tenants strangled to death.

I got the guy who
did it holed up in a garage.

Oh, I don't know who.
She was, um...

just a kid, 18 or so.

I don't know how long
I can hold him, officer.

Yes.

Hey, Terry,
got news for you.

They got him.
They captured him?

Yeah, somebody's got him trapped
in a garage at Fourth and Union.

Ryker's headed out there now.
He's called off the stakeout,

and pulled off everybody except
the two in front and your girl,

in case you wanna visit.
Good idea, old-timer.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Peg?

Hey, lady, it's me.

Peg?

Peg?

[♪♪♪]

Peg?

Peg?

[VOICES AT HIGH SPEED
AS TAPE REWINDS]

BOLTON:
Just like I did to your friend.

The one I got
the garage key from.

PEG:
I won't say anything.

BOLTON:
Shut up.

I'm sorry about what you did,

because I liked you.

When you left that day
I said to myself,

"I really like that girl.
I really think she's not like

other lonelies
I've been trying to help."

[PEG SCREAMS]

PEG:
I don't know

what you're talking about.

BOLTON:
Come on.

I'll show them all to you.

PEG: No.
BOLTON: Come with me,

or I'm gonna kill you
right here, right now.

Come on. There you go.

[♪♪♪]

Here they all are.

All the lonelies.

Poor. Pathetic.

Sad.

"Young man, late twenties,
digs surfing, hiking.

"Wants to meet young woman
with good character,

with similar interests."

He was 53 years old,

weighed 275 pounds.

[SCOFFS]

Isn't that sad?

You see...

they lie to themselves.

Most of 'em do.

They lie
in their ads.

They lie to themselves.

I don't lie.
Walter.

I tell the truth.

You see,

I know that I'm not
Prince Galahad.

I know that I'm losing
my hair.

I know that.

I know that I'm not
the sort that...

romance magazines write about.

But that doesn't matter.

Please.

Let me go, Walter.

No.

No, that wouldn't do,
because...

you tried to stop me

from helping people,
and that wouldn't be right.

You're not--
You're not helping anyone.

I am helping
the lonelies.

The...

The ones who turn away.

The ones who don't
have anything or anybody.

And I'm not gonna let you
stop me from letting them know

how useless
their lives really are.

[GASPING]

[♪♪♪]

Beautiful black chick.

Mid-twenties,

desires to meet
young man

with interests in field
of human relations.

You've just met him,
sweetheart.

[DOOR OPENS]

[♪♪♪]

You okay?
Did he hurt you?

Scared me,
but I'll get over that.

Here you go.

[SIGHS]

Thank you, Officer Webster.

Thank you very much.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

That's quite a change.

No, Terry,
this is back to normal.

The other way
was the change.

Nice while it lasted,

but like it said
on the assignment sheet:

"Temporary assignment."

Well, we're gonna do a lot more
than just see each other

once a year
at the Policeman's Ball, Peg.

Mm-hm. Mm.

Keep talkin' that talk.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, I'm glad I caught you
before you left.

I just wanted
to say thank you

for everything you've done,
Officer Conway.

I wasn't very cordial
when you came in,

and I just wanted to say--

You've said it, lieutenant.

You've said it very nicely.

Can I ask you a question
off the record?

Anything, lieutenant.

Well, I try to keep up,
you know?

Try to look like I know
what's going on.

I don't want to offend anyone.

I don't wanna make a fool
outta myself.

You know what I'm saying?
Yes, sir. No, I-- I'm not sure.

Handshakes, Webster.

It seems like every week
there's a new handshake.

I mean,
I go to shake hands with a guy,

he slaps my palm,

grabs my wrist,
makes a fist.

I mean,
I'm starting to wave at people

just so I don't look out of step
with what's going on.

So how do I shake hands
with you, Officer Conway?

That doesn't answer my question,
but it's nice.

[♪♪♪]

I'll--
I'll walk you to the car.

Get outta here, Webster.

[♪♪♪]