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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.