All language subtitles for The-Majorettes-1986

Okay. Get it together for us.

together again.

Don't mind if this day I...

Yeah, Nicole, you were really getting
into it. Oh, come on. He is such a geek.

Oh, no.

Tommy's all right. He's a nice guy.

Nicole, he's a geek.

Hey, did you guys see the way Harry
Shuler was staring at us when we were in

the gym?

Yeah. That guy really gives me the
creeps.

I don't know. Let's have some excuse to
be hanging around so he can check us

out. I think you guys are paranoid.

Harry's okay.

He is.

He's not a dirty old man.

Vicki, are you sure?

I don't know. He always has that sneaky
look in his eyes.

Maybe you don't notice it because you're
living with him.

No, all I can say is he's never tried to
get fresh with me.

Well, he wouldn't try anything with you.

Well, his mother's your grandmother's
nurse, right?

Right. He's probably afraid to do
anything that might get him fired.

No, he's harmless. He really is. I'm not
worried about him at all.

Helga takes excellent care of my
grandmother.

and she has Harry wrapped around her
little finger.

He's like a mouse at home.

And besides, he's usually locked up in
his bathroom anyway.

Take a good look, Elvira, at all your
lovely, expensive artifacts.

I will sell them all after you're gone.

Who needs these old things anyway?

But how fortunate that you spent a
lifetime collecting them.

For I will profit handsomely from your
efforts.

Your time to die hasn't yet come.

Here's your insulin.

An ordinary dose, this time.

I know you were dying to discuss with me
the fine points of the fate we're

planning for you and your granddaughter.

If you could still talk.

And that you wish the stroke had
finished, Joan.

Don't you worry.

All your troubles will soon be at an
end.

First Vicky, and then you.

That's the way it is going to be,
Elvira.

Helga? Is something wrong?

Oh, no, everything's fine, dear.

I thought you were in your room watching
TV.

No, I thought I heard voices.

Is Harry down here with you?

Oh, no.

My son is in his darkroom, as usual.

No, I was just talking to your
grandmother, Vicki, trying to soothe

her.

Even though she can't respond, I think
it is good for her to hear human voices.

Well, I'm going to put her to bed now,
and then I will retire also.

Good night, dear.

Good night, Helga.

Thank you for taking such good care of
Grandmother, and me for that matter.

We'd be lost without you.

Well, thank you for saying so.

It's nice to know I'm appreciated,
Vicki.

Good night.

What's the matter, Tommy?

Don't you want to be close to me?

Why'd you want to come here, Nicole? I
thought you wanted to go to a movie.

Well, pretend there's a big drive-in
screen out there, and we're watching a

scary movie, and I need you to hold me
close.

I couldn't believe it when you said you
wanted to go out on a date with me.

I'm not the kind of kid you usually hang
around with.

I never thought... I mean... You're
beautiful, Nicole.

I like you a lot.

More than you probably ever like a guy
like me.

Don't put yourself down, Tommy.

Well, to me, you're smart and talented.

You'll be a success in life, whereas
some of the kids who are popular right

now, they aren't going to make it.

I can't believe you feel that way.

I do.

I really do.

Kiss me, Tommy.

I can't do it.

I can't do it to you.

What's the matter?

I'm sorry. You're too easy.

Oh, God.

I'm pregnant.

And I was going to make it with you and
say that you're the father.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

The baby... Mace Jackson's the father.

I hate him.

He wants me to have an abortion, but I'm
scared to death.

Mace Jackson?

The dope pusher?

How'd you get mixed up with a sleazy guy
like that, Nicole?

I don't know.

God, I was so sick.

Please don't hate me, Tommy.

Tell me what to do.

You're the only one besides Mace who
knows that I'm pregnant and he's no

help.

I need someone I can depend on.

Or else, I don't know what I'll do.

Somebody's out there.

Yeah.

Blessed is the blood of Christ that
washes away the sins of the world.

Amen.

to baptize, to purify this child in the
name of our Lord who died on the

cross to redeem us all. Amen.

Our holy deeds have cleansed her soul.

May she live forever without evil,
without sin, without impure thoughts.

May she renounce Satan.

Amen. May she dwell in the house of our
Lord for eternity.

I always used to go before I fell in
love with you.

Somehow I'm letting you corrupt all of
my world.

Come on, who are you trying to kid?

I think it's a good thing you found
somebody like me to help you shed your

inhibitions. I don't know.

You never go to church.

Yet we met in a church, remember?

We were asked to be godparents to my
nephew.

Roland, do you believe in God?

Not strongly.

Why, do you?

Of course.

Can you be a God, Parrot, if you don't
believe in God?

I didn't say I didn't believe. I said I
didn't know.

I don't think anybody knows God or not,
Marie.

If there is, I don't think he sits up
there in the sky watching over us,

deciding who should go to heaven and who
should go to hell.

Roland, how come somebody like you,
smart enough to be anything you wanted

to be, decided to be a county detective?

What should I have been?

Major Redcoat?

Martel here.

I see.

What are the names of the two kids?

Tommy Harvack and Nicole Hendricks.

Okay, I'll meet Sheriff Brady at the
scene.

You know, he's never too easy to work
with. He never wants any help from the

county.

What happened?

I hate to have to be the one to tell you
this, honey, but Tommy and Nicole have

been found murdered.

Oh, my God, Roland. Who would want to
kill them?

I don't know.

I don't know, but we'll find out.

We'll get the bastard. I promise you
that.

C1 from C2.

What's the situation?

What do you want to do, Sheriff? Wrap it
up?

Yeah, okay, Sergeant.

Stick around until your men finish
searching the perimeter.

They might turn up something.

Anything's better than what we've got
now.

God, this really struck home.

My daughter used to walk to school with
the Hendricks girl.

The killer could just be about anybody.

Okay, Sergeant.

The killer's as thick as his work here
seems to indicate. He'll kill again.

He won't be able to help himself.

Then maybe next time he'll make a
mistake and we'll get him.

Is that how you big counter-detectives
operate, Martel?

What do you mean by that, Braden?

You sound as if you're actually looking
forward to his murdering again.

I hope that he'll fall into your lap.

Okay, let's get one thing straight,
Sheriff. I didn't ask for this case. I

got a sign to it. But I do intend to go
all out to be helpful, and I don't

appreciate your snide remark.

Okay, Roland.

You call the next shot.

I think we ought to get busy
interviewing the parents.

Who knows? Maybe the Hendricks will be
able to put their finger on some creep

who's getting funny with their daughter.

Go!

Go! Go!

All right, coach.

Go, go, go.

What's the matter, Jeff? You got to get
your act together.

I don't know, coach.

I guess I just haven't found my rhythm
yet, huh?

You're supposed to be my star
quarterback.

Are you up to it?

Yeah.

I'm going to try damn hard, coach.

All right, what I'd like you to do is
take a shower and think about it, okay?

One, two.

What are you doing here, Mace? You
aren't authorized to be in this stadium.

All that young stuff down in that field
turns me on, man.

Don't give me a Mace look through your
glasses, Harry.

So hung up on those bitches you didn't
even hear us come.

I'm helping the major red coach, Miss
Morgan.

From up here, I can tell her if the
lines are straight.

You hear that, Mace? He's helping Miss
Morgan.

In that case, why you hide your
binoculars in your lunchbox?

Still hiding your toot in there, Harry?

I'm not using that stuff no more.

Using or not, you still owe me from your
last buy.

A hundred and a half, Harry.

I don't have that much on me.

Well, give me what you have.

Unless you want to pay me back by
dealing for me when school starts.

I can't. Some student would slap.

I'd get caught.

But you don't mind sitting up here
scoping the chicks, do you, Harry?

You're a pervert, Harry. You know that?

Yeah, Harry. A fucking pervert.

Right, Mason?

83 bucks?

You have the rest for me by tomorrow.

Martila's coming back to break your
fucking leg.

I'll have it.

Not tomorrow, though.

Thursday. That's when I get paid.

Okay.

I'll let you off the hook till then.

But that's the deadline.

Get me?

Yeah, Harry.

That's a deadlock.

Get me?

Band members, you're dismissed for the
rest of the afternoon.

You did fine out there today, girls.

I'm not going to hold you over for the
practice session we had planned on our

own, because I realize you don't want to
be here any more than I do.

I know it isn't easy to go on after what
happened.

Tommy and Nicole were very dear to all
of us, and we're going to miss them very

much.

We have to try to get over the hurt and
continue on with our lives.

Hi, Jeff.

Hey, Miss Morgan.

Listen, if any of you need any special
help adjusting to this, or if I can

counsel you in any way, please feel free
to come and see me in private.

Okay?

That's all.

Dismissed.

Hey.

So, I see the big romance is still going
strong.

The majorette and the star quarterback.

Yeah.

I don't know what Jeff's going to do
when he goes to college, though.

He'll ditch me for a college girl.

Come on, don't be silly.

You two still have a whole year left in
high school. And besides that, you may

be going to college right along with
Jeff, Judy, if you get your grades up.

I doubt it.

Besides, my parents can't afford it.

Well, college isn't everything.

I mean, one can certainly be a success
in life without it. But if you're

interested, you could talk to me about
some financial aid programs. I probably

could help you.

Do you three need a ride anywhere?

No, I got my dad's car.

Vicki and Judy and I, we were thinking
of hanging in town for a while, maybe

shop for some stuff for school.

Some strange, dear, and ordinary things
after.

After what happened to Tommy and Nicole.

Vicki, we can't let this tragedy get the
best of us.

We've got to pick up and keep going.

How's your practice going, Jeff?

Not so hot.

I don't know, I guess I'm just not in
shape yet.

You're kidding.

Worked out a place all summer, Jeff.
You're stronger than any of the other

guys on the team. I don't know.

Something's not right. I guess it's my
head, but something's not in the right

place.

He always says that. You're not in shape
yet. You haven't worked out enough. And

then you get into one of the big games
and you throw a couple of touchdowns.

Hey, you know, my birthday's only a week
and a half away.

And then two weeks school starts. Yeah.

It won't seem right going back to class
without a call.

How old are you going to be? 17, huh?

Now 18.

Remember? I'm a year older than you
seniors.

Yeah. Well, I repeated that year when my
father was transferred to Germany.

Do you miss your mother and father a
lot?

Yeah. You know, I really do.

I still have nightmares about the car
accident.

I see the plane crash.

Even though I wasn't there when it
happened.

If it wasn't for my grandmother, I'd be
an orphan.

I didn't see that stroke last year.

How many bad things happening to us?

Like Tommy and Nicole.

I know I'm going to have nightmares, you
guys.

I always have nightmares when bad things
like this happen.

Oh, sweetie, we've got to keep it out of
our minds.

Really, we do. We have to think of
pleasant things.

No matter what.

Come on.

Helga says I can have a big birthday
party.

I might even invite you two for nights
today.

I want to tell you guys why I couldn't
keep my mind on football practice, okay?

I think I know something about Nicole.

Something that maybe I should tell the
police.

You're serious?

Yeah. I saw her at the drive-in with
Mace Jackson, and that was two weeks

ago. She was crying. It looked like it
might even beat her up.

She wouldn't go out with Mace Jackson.
Well, she was with him.

Do you remember that night we went to
see the three war afflicts, Judy?

Yeah. Okay, I was going to the
concession stand, and I almost bumped

into Nicole as she's getting out of the
back of Mace's van.

You should have seen him.

He was screaming at her and she was
crying. There were tears streaming down

her face.

I guess the reason I didn't say anything
to anybody about it was I figured, hey,

if she wants to date, it's her own
business, right? I'm not going to start

rumors around school.

Yeah, but Mace Jackson, God, everybody
knows he's the biggest dope dealer in

the school.

He's probably worse than that.

Nicole?

Yep.

And don't you think it's strange that
she was even out with that Tommy kid,

too? I mean, come on. He was a wimp and
Mace is so wild.

I just don't understand it. It's like
Nicole was bouncing from one extreme to

another.

Jeff, you have to tell the police what
you saw.

It might not make any difference to us,
but on the other hand... I know, Vicki,

you're right.

Vicki, I have to tell somebody.

I can't keep this inside of me for all
this time.

Jeff, you better be careful, because if
Mace Jackson finds out that you're the

one that told on him, he's going to come
after you.

You don't have to worry about me, Judy.

I'm glad we live near each other.

I didn't want to have to walk home
alone.

I don't know how I made it through
practice.

Kept thinking about Nicole.

Every time I looked and she wasn't
there.

I think we should stick close together
for a while.

I mean, we shouldn't go anywhere by
ourselves.

I'm afraid to, aren't you?

But what if the murderer isn't ever
caught?

We can't spend our whole lives looking
over our shoulders.

But for the next few weeks at least,
till we see what's going to happen, I

think we should be extra careful.

All right, but just because something
happened to Tommy and Nicole, it doesn't

necessarily mean that anybody else is in
danger.

No, but let's walk back and forth to
practice together anyhow.

Okay.

Your parents aren't home, are they?

No. Do you want to come over for a swim
later?

Maybe. I'll call.

Okay.

Mom.

I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to
frighten you. I have to get going. I'm

already late meeting your dad for
dinner.

Bye, Mom. Have fun.

See you later, hon.

Mom is that you?

Hello?

You over?

Okay. Bye.

Shirley?

Is that you?

What can you tell us, Dr. Gibson?

It's going to be tough getting an
accurate estimate on time of death

because she was in a heated swimming
pool.

She didn't die drowning, though. I mean,
she was still alive when the knife went

in. That's why she lost so much blood.
Her heart was still pumping.

Any idea whether the murder weapon could
have been the same one used on Tommy

Harvack and Nicole Hendricks?

I'd say there's a strong possibility.

The wounds all appear to have been
inflicted by a sharp, thick-bladed

knife, almost like a bowie.

Speaking of the Hendricks girl, I can
tell you something new about her now

that I've done the autopsy. What's that,
Doctor?

She was pregnant.

At the time of her death, the fetus was
about seven weeks old.

Hmm. If we can find a father, maybe then
we'll be able to... Yeah, maybe.

I gotta go.

I'll be back in touch with you after
I've done the post-mortem on Barbara.

Thanks, Doc.

You know, Sheriff, I keep thinking about
the fact that the bodies of both our

female victims were found lying in
water, even though they died by stabbing

and not by drowning.

Killers mind there must be some kind of
purification thing going on some kind of

cleansing ritual Yeah, I've been
thinking of that too But even if it's

true, it probably won't help us catch it
Step

back step back move back Step back

move back

I've got to tell him what I know, Judy.

I should have said something before now.

What if Mace Jackson is guilty and I
could have saved Barbara's life by

talking?

Jeff, you're going to put yourself in
danger if you do that.

Well, it's just the right thing to do.

Stick with me, will you?

Sergeant Sanders, excuse me.

Jeff, you know better. You shouldn't be
here.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I'm pretty sure... No,
I'm sure I have some information that's

going to help you.

Can I talk to Sheriff Braden?

Just on the level?

Yeah. All right, both of you, come on.
Talk to the sheriff.

What the hell's going on here?

Damn.

Give me a smoke, Margaret.

Well, don't just sip that, Margaret. Get
us a pitcher of beer.

Good to have you back among the living,
Mace.

I didn't think the cops would let you
out of the can, though.

They had me to.

Margaret swore I was with her when the
murder happened.

I told

you

to shut the hell up!

It's a big chance, man.

Why? You had Nicole knocked up, man.

You should have settled down and got
married.

Now you'll probably never mend your
hateful ways.

Very funny.

You shucked your responsibility, man.

You could have brought that kid up fine
on dealing drugs.

You could have sent him to school on a
drug scholarship.

Look, now how did I know that kid was
even mine, huh?

Nicole could have involved the whole
football team for all I know.

How do you know I was the only one
making it with her just because I was

the first one to score her?

How much did it cost them?

There's two of them working on the case.

Sheriff Braden and a county detective, a
lieutenant named Martel.

They tried to nail my ass to a tree.
Well, the autopsy showed that she was

pregnant, all right, but they can't
prove who the father of her was. Or if I

killed her, why would I kill that other
majorette? I don't know.

Martel tried to use that incident as a
drive and scare a confession out of me,

as if I'm that stupid.

Mark, it's my outlaw.

As long as he said she was with me, cops
are shit out of luck. Unless I change my

story.

Don't even make me think you don't.

Or else the next needle you put in your
veins might be loaded with rat poison.

Ma'am?

Check this out.

Wow.

Great granddaddy plugged a few games
with that down at Pittsburgh and

Charlotte.

Throw it off my cousin.

What the hell is she going to do with
it?

Probably fix it and give it to some
goddamn museum or something.

Let me see it.

Now be careful with that now.

Load it.

Shoots lead balls that'll splinter any
bone they hit.

Slugs can't be traced either.

No rifle.

You want to fix that quarterback so
he'll never throw again?

You just plunk him in the shoulder with
that.

This will all be useless for the rest of
your life.

Yeah.

Yeah, let me think about it, Bart.

You just might have to.

Bang!

I brought you some lemonade, dear, nice
and refreshing.

Oh, thank you.

Harry, would you like something cool to
drink?

Nice to see you, Grandmother. Looking
out in front. Good for you.

How's she doing today, Halden?

Oh, Vicky, she's doing about as well as
can be expected.

Aren't you, Elvira?

I can't always tell what's troubling
her, you know.

I suppose there's plenty she wishes you
could tell us about, but God willed

otherwise.

As your instance today, Mrs. Anderson.

Well, what did the doctor say the other
day?

Oh, Dr. Johnson agrees with me, Vicki.
She's doing about as well as can be

expected. He gives her some pills that's
in the blood.

He keeps an eye on her blood pressure,
which I can do well enough myself.

And he prescribes a diet, which I make
sure she sticks to rigidly, as you know.

But, Helga, she seems so disturbed.

Almost as if she's frightened by
something.

You don't think she could be on the
verge of non-stroke, do you?

I've been looking at her lately, and she
looks bad.

It's the past week or so.

That is my fault, I'm afraid.

I allowed her to read the newspaper
stories about your friend Nicole's

death.

And the reporter's descriptions upset
her terribly.

I think she's had some horrid
nightmares.

Somehow, I believe she has the idea that
you yourself might be in danger.

Helga. It tears me apart to see her this
helpless.

Who really knows what goes on inside her
grandmother's head?

We know the stroke gave her brain
damage, but we don't know how much.

Old age is a curse more than it is a
blessing sometimes, Vicky.

We must do the best we can for her with
God's help.

I do not understand why you have come
here to talk to me about these murders.

I am a God-fearing man, and so are my
parishioners.

It is not our business to study evil,
but to avoid it, so that we might remain

in a state of grace.

I thought that one way of avoiding evil
was to know its ways.

I do not wish to know Satan. He is too
seductive. In getting to understand him

too intimately, one might fall into his
embrace.

Are you a God-fearing man, Lieutenant
Martell?

I'm afraid I'm not especially religious.

In your profession, you must deal
directly with the evil that Satan

inspires in the hearts of men.

You cannot lose your faith in God, or
your immortal soul will be doomed.

You operate in the world of the flesh,
and I operate in the realm of the

spirit. But we both have the same enemy,
Lieutenant.

Sin. You're talking about sin.

Yes, yes, of course.

If all people had pure souls, your work
and my work would be unnecessary.

The purification of souls is what I've
come to talk with you about.

I myself am a godparent, so I'm somewhat
familiar with the rite of baptism.

But I understand from Sheriff Braden
that your ceremony is more fundamental

in a biblical sense.

We believe in total immersion, total
cleansing.

the total cleansing of the body and the
soul, as taught to us by John the

Baptist.

You see, evil is manifest in every
aspect of today's society, and I

consider it my sole purpose to cleanse
that evil.

In the third epistle of John, it says,
Do not imitate what is evil, but what is

good. The one who does good is of God.
The one who does evil is not.

Those that are evil are subject to
punishment here and in the hereafter.

I don't get this, Judy.

Look, my future's at stake here.

Okay, our future's at stake.

I am not going to promise you that I
will stay here and I will go to some

puny little local college if I could
land a football scholarship to a Big Ten

school or something. Jeff, you're not
going to be playing football all your

life.

Your education's more important than
playing football, and you can get a good

one right here in your home.

And then we can be together.

I don't know. I'm just afraid that I'm
going to lose you if you go away.

I'm sorry. I try not to feel that way,
but we're going into our senior year

now, and graduation's going to come in a
minute. Well, look, Judy, you don't have

to be so jealous and possessive with me
all the time.

Jeff, please.

I just have to talk about this with you.
I don't know.

You can't come home with me, you know
what?

No, thanks, Vicki.

Jeff's going to give me a ride.

I think.

Besides, I haven't taken my shower yet.

Okay. Well, I'll see you later. Okay.
Bye. Talk to you later.

Well, everybody else is still showering.
Are you going to wait for me?

I'm not sure.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, as far as I'm concerned, Judy, it
looks like you're trying to run my whole

life and we're not even out of high
school yet.

Okay. If I could land a football
scholarship to a Big Ten school, so it

would be a big deal for me.

I mean, I might even attract enough
attention to make it into the pros.

And if I stay here, if I stay here just
for you, I can kiss that chance goodbye

for good.

Jeff, you're dreaming.

Your chances are one in a million of
making pro football. I don't care how

good you are. Well, thanks a lot.

Apparently, you don't trust me enough
not to cheat on you. You don't even

believe in my future.

Hey, find your own way home, okay, Judy?

Jeff, wait.

Thank you.

Jeff?

Jeff, what are you doing?

Jeff?

Jeff, is that you?

Jeff?

Jeff?

I'm sure you guys really seem to be on
edge.

I can't help it. I'm so scared of you.

I've been thinking about quitting
Naturex. I'm surprised nobody has so

far. Me too.

Maybe we all should quit. I don't think
that makes any difference to the killer

if that's what you're trying to say.

Obviously, he knows who we all are. And
if he's determined to come after us one

by one... One by one? You're the creeps.
I can't stand to talk about it anymore.

Let's go, Susan.

Bye, Mickey. We'll see you.

Jeff, where's Judy?

She's still inside.

We were fighting again.

I got mad at her. I was going to cut
out, but I'm waiting for her now.

Vicki, she shouldn't be in there so
long.

Would you mind coming into the locker
room and just checking it out, seeing if

she's still there? Sure, Dad.

Oh, man, all the lights are out.

Emergency lights on.

That's really weird. They couldn't have
been a power failure.

I don't like Judy being here by herself
when I like her out.

Well, go in with me, all right?

I don't know if that's Judy even.

Maybe. Judy!

Judy, it's Jeff and Vicki.

No, it hasn't been that long. That
wasn't her.

I'm worried. Come in with me, please.

Let me go.

All right, I'll wait here.

here to make up with you.

Jeff, I think you better come in here.

Judy?

Wait.

Maybe she's not here.

Judy?

Hey, Judy, are you in there?

No, Mickey, wait!

They're afraid I'm so glad you're here.

I'll come right down You

said

on the telephone that you had some
evidence concerning the murders. Yes,

I'm quite shocking evidence sheriff
Please, follow me.

When you see it, you'll know why I'm so
upset.

But I have to show it to you.

It's the only right thing to do.

Where is it?

Come, I'll show you.

My son's darkroom.

I was never in here until yesterday.

Brace yourself, Sheriff. You're in for a
terrible shock.

I'm afraid nothing shocks me anymore.

But still, this will be something new
for you.

Nicole Hendricks.

Vicki McAllister, Judy Marino.

My son Harry took these photographs,
Sheriff.

He developed them here in his own dark
pool.

They prove he's a peeping Tom.

They don't necessarily prove he's a
murderer, if that's what you're worried

about.

He'll lose his job at the school. He
might even go to jail.

But we won't be able to keep him there
very long.

We'll have to confess that there's
something worse when we question him.

Oh, I don't keep nothing like that,
Sheriff.

My son Harry appreciates feminine beauty
too much to ever want to destroy it.

Don't you think his photographic
artistry amply demonstrates that, that,

Sheriff? I think it demonstrates a
perversion.

After looking at this stuff, how can you
be so convinced he's not the killer

we're after?

Because.

Take a look, Sheriff.

Good night, Sheriff Braden. Let's have a
nice talk.

Are you going to turn me in?

Not if you do what I ask.

All these years you were the strict,
God-fearing police officer, pious and

righteous.

But underneath your passions were
simmering, weren't they?

Sluts. Teasers.

Flaunting their bodies.

They had to be purified.

They were sinful and evil. I agree with
you, Sheriff.

In fact, there's one more I want you to
punish.

Who? Darling Vicky.

Vicky? Why? She's sinful. She must be
purified.

Right after she turns 18.

Eight days from now.

You better tell him why, Mama, so he
don't blow it by going after her before

the deadline.

The deadline.

What deadline? There's a good reason why
I mentioned Vicky's 18th birthday,

Sheriff. Her parents set up a trust fund
for her of half a million dollars.

It does not become hers until she turns
18.

But it is an irrevocable trust.

All that money reverts to the state if
she dies before that.

But if she dies after she turns 18, it
all goes to her invalid grandmother.

And by the terms of Elvira's will, if
she dies, well, she's in my care.

Then you inherit the half million
dollars.

How bright of you, Sheriff, you figured
it out.

Harry and I were in a quandary as to how
we would do away with Vicky without

causing too much suspicion on ourselves.

But you will help us solve that little
problem now, won't you?

Won't you?

Yes.

I keep thinking there must be some way I
can help.

I mean, I know all the girls. Maybe I'm
overlooking something obvious. And if I

could think of it, I could help put you
on the right track.

Thank you.

I hate to sound cynical, Marie, but it's
very seldom a case where that gets

solved through hunches or some
half-remembered clue.

Random murder is especially difficult to
solve.

I can imagine.

You don't know who you're trying to
defend yourself against.

You don't become a victim by something
you willfully did to the perpetrator.

He's just out there prowling with his
knife in anyone's fair game.

primarily female.

Look, look, I know you're worried, and
maybe you can help.

Do you know if any of the girls'
boyfriends or ex-boyfriends might have

any psychiatric problems?

Not that I know of. I could check the
school records for you. Already done. No

help. I was hoping you might know
something that didn't get into the

records.

You know, homicidal tendencies often go
untreated because people try so hard to

cope and appear normal, even when
they're becoming unglued.

Why would these girls, these young high
school majorettes, be prime targets for

such a sick person? They're high
profile.

In a small town like this, they're about
as high profile as you can get.

Their thing is to look pretty and sexy
in front of a stadium full of people.

You know, the killer's not only
gratifying his own warped ego, he's

punishing the girls for being young and
desirable enough to turn him on.

And underneath it, all sex is probably
ugly to him.

We're looking for a man turned insane by
guilt and his own repressed sexual

desires.

Terrifying. Not half so terrifying as
what he did. Remember that.

And please, take precautions for
yourself.

You're just as pretty as any of the
girls, and very closely connected with

them in the killer's mind.

Excuse me, are you Lieutenant Martel?
Yes. You have an urgent phone call from

Sheriff Braden. Thank you.

Jeff Holloway and Vicki McAllister found
Judy's body.

Poor kids.

According to the sheriff, they're in bad
shape. In shock, blaming themselves.

I still have to talk to them yet.

Why'd you let our two witnesses go,
Brayden? I saw them leaving just as we

pulled in.

I questioned them personally. No need
for you to duplicate the effort.

Besides, they were so shaky, I thought
it would be best if they went home. With

no escort.

They have each other.

Look, Jeff is going to drive Vicki to
her car in the school lot, and he's

going to follow her home.

How can you call yourself a sheriff?
They shouldn't be driving. You should

have never let them on their own at a
time like this. What if one of them

cracks up?

You worry too much about the wrong
thing, Markel.

Check this bitch out.

You left her alone, mate. Go on a little
ride, baby.

Say it right.

And you just might join me. Back off,
bastard!

Let's move.

Howdy, girl.

Sweet love.

Knock it off!

If you can't do that, I'm not going to
be mad.

If you can't do that, I'm not going to
be mad.

Oh, make your move! Make it!

Your girlfriend's going to beat up her.
You understand what I'm saying, asshole?

Hey, Bart!

Let's show this wise-ass quarterback how
to do long balls. You ready?

All right!

Get up, boy!

Take it easy, mate. Shut up!

We're going to let you go. We're going
to do it to your girlfriend, boy. We're

going to do it to your girlfriend. And
then we're going to wait, too!

Take a good look, Junior.

Take a good look, or you ain't never
gonna get it.

Hey, why don't you go on over here?

I think I will.

Hey,

Keith!

You like that?

Why don't you just turn your head back?
I don't think I'll watch you. Watch.

Stand up!

What's your plan on doing, Mace?

Have a good time.

Make the smart-ass quarterback watch me
get in and out of this girl's bed.

Come on, Mace.

We'll have to, Mace.

They know who we are.

Hey, man, this girl never did anything
to you.

Do what you want. He's a stool pigeon.

But leave her a go.

Wait, mate!

Don't hurt Vicki!

She's gotta live!

I can hang off!

Lock the door!

Like a witsome, mate! What the hell are
you doing with that tire iron in your

hand? Drop it, Harry!

You're talking like an idiot. Where the
hell are you gonna get that kind of

cash? She's gotta live!

No, she's gotta take me!

He's nuts, mate. How can I repay you? My
mama. My mama will pay you.

Hey, mate. I ain't taking no murder rap
on your account, okay?

How about you, Bart?

What with mate?

How can you bite me? I'm sorry to you.

I'd hate to have to beat your brains to
shit.

I'll take that thing off you and stick
it up your ass.

Hey, Angel, when's that stew going to be
done?

When it's done cooking, that's when.

You hungry, mate?

No, I'm worried.

If we stay in this part of the country,
our asses have had it.

The way it went down, it's going to
cause some heavy heat.

You should have used a fucking knife!
Hey, there ain't no way they can prove

it was us.

They're probably still going to blame it
on who's ever wiping out them major

rips.

What? Right on, bro.

We ain't never left this trailer all day
long.

I swear on a stack of Bibles.

Hey, honey, you all right?

Shut the fuck up and sit down!

Thank you.

Okay, you got me.

Okay.

Look, I didn't do nothing. I didn't kill
anybody.

It's over.

It's all over. You got me. I swear, you
got me. I give up. You got me. It's all

over. You got me.

Yeah.

I got you.

I got you.

You see Elvira, my son Harry is dead.

And so is your darling Vicky.

And I shall never have my hands on her
money.

But time has run out on you, Elvira.

You don't wish to live anyway, do you?

I'm doing you a big favor, putting an
end to your grief.

How ironic that I didn't kill your
granddaughter.

I wanted her to live.

Just a little while longer.

But it was not to be.

But at least I will have the paltry
$100,000 you left me in your will.

That's what I will get for selling the
furniture and the paintings.

And cheeks.

Poor Harry.

Could have bought a new dog, new
cameras, new car.

As long as I have to photograph the
negative through it, there is no way of

committing murder.

I do not believe we will investigate
your death too closely.

for your sins, Helga.

I'm not going to purify you like I did
the other day.

You are going to burn hell forever.

All I have to do is leave them here.

It's going to look like you committed
suicide after you found out your son was

a pervert and a killer.

Nurse, how's the patient?

He's in shock.

Heavily sedated.

We'd like to question him.

You can't do that now, Sheriff. I
suggest you come back in a few days.

Let's go, Sheriff. We're not doing any
good here.

I hate to see him like this.

As far as I'm concerned, he did us a
favor, Martel.

He got rid of the gun.

If he recovers to the point where he can
faithfully hear him.

I'll do everything I can to see that he
gets exonerated.

Ready, go.

One, two, three, four, five, six. Ready,
march.

One, two, three, four. Hand on your
waist. Ready, twirl. One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven. Two hands. One,
two, three, four, five, six, seven. Left

hand. One, two, three, four, five, six.
Ready, jump. One, two, three, four,

five, six.

seven again one two three four five six
seven march one two and on your way

five six seven twirl one two three four
five six seven two hands one two

three four five six seven left hand one
two three four five six ready jump

one two three four five six seven ready
again one two three four

five six ready march one two Three,
four, five.