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Thank you.

You read the papers?

Yeah, I read the papers.

Edie Icahn.

She had this in her purse.

Edie Icahn?

She comes in here.

You know anything about her?

What do you want from me?

She comes and orders a cup of coffee and sits around.

How about friends?

She come in here with anybody?

This one comes in with everybody.

Hey, mister, you got a glass of water, please?

About these friends of Ely's.

Anybody here?

Right over here.

Okay, can we join you? What do you have in mind?

Four-handed chess?

I'd like some information.

Public library down the street.

Well, I'm not interested in a book.

I'm interested in a girl.

Place down the street for that, too.

Yeah, well, you see, as it happens, I work for the city and an official

capacity. I understand.

The smiling innkeeper here seems to think that you knew this girl, Edie

Eichhorn.

Yeah, I heard about that.

If you knew her, that's it.

We just see her around, but she was making a different scene.

Making a different scene?

She was all over.

She'd be with the poet type one week, murder-soccer boys the next.

She was everywhere.

I think I'd follow, but just go a little slow.

That's it. There isn't any more.

How about an address? Do you know where she was staying?

Who knows? Last I heard, she was making daily wages.

In other words, she was staying in different apartments with friends.

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

How about serious boyfriends?

Who in particular?

Like I say, what night in particular?

Sorry, Fuzz, we'd help, but that's all we know.

Honest. Where was she staying? Who are her friends? Give me something.

I know a bar she used to hang around in.

Yeah, Phoenix.

She used to go there a lot.

I'm not sure about this, but I think I might have seen her.

I mean, I was at this party. Where did this party take place?

It took place, yeah.

Still swinging.

Been swinging now for three, four days.

Dave, why don't you and I go out and get a sandwich?

This music is hurting my head.

Would you take me to this party?

Yes, I could.

Why should I?

You have a deep and abiding sense of civic responsibility.

Who, me? I'm an existentialist.

Oh, mister, don't start her on that.

Check.

Come on, honey, some of my best friends are existentialists.

You cooperate with me, you cooperate with the city.

A lousy excuse, but okay.

Provided you bring a date for both of you. That's our ticket of admission.

What's this now? Going to a party, Dave?

Ed, I want you to nose around a neighborhood bar, Phoenix.

Perhaps this young lady will show you the way.

Buy her a beer, Ed.

I'll see if I can meet you there later.

Okay.

Just a minute. I'll add this to the glue.

Glue?

Mixed of gin, wine, whiskey.

What, no vodka?

Got some, fella. Put it in there.

How about eight?

Man, that won't do.

Try some.

Good for the liver.

Hi, Jean.

Who's your friend with the pie?

Just a passing cop.

Thought you looked kind of fuzzy today.

I had turned off the fire here to catch you.

She's here about Edie.

Yeah. I heard she got attacked by a sex thief.

Ain't that a laugh?

Were you around last night when Edie was here?

Sorry, I can't help you, Fuzz. She booed, she mingled with the boys, and

then she cut out.

Did she act in any way that seemed unusual?

Did she look worried or have a fight with anyone?

If she died last night, it was both moral and factual.

But that's her problem.

Wasn't Edie playing doctor with someone in the back room last night?

She fraternized with Albert most of the night. He's around here somewhere

sleeping off a hangover.

Come again this time.

Did you look for Albert? Would you like some old glue?

That's not glue, that's kerosene.

Sorry.

Pop! Atomic bombs!

Yeah, bombs are nowhere, right? I mean...

Who really needs them? Yeah, that's a very good point.

Yeah, the world is getting closer together all the time. And they got jet

planes, network television, United Nations, poetry.

Huh? Poetry?

Yeah, man, it's the common thing. You better believe it. That's what it's

done. The world, my friend, is more homes than less bombs.

I am a passenger all the way, man. Hey, the hat and the gander.

There's a cat I figured out a long time ago.

Get the hell out of here.

Hey, what's that?

Somebody's pet, I guess.

What does it eat?

I don't know, but they used to be a lot of cockroaches around here.

Wake up.

Who are you?

David Ewing Walsh.

You look it, man.

You never know where they might come up from.

They like to creep up on you sometimes, you know, and then jump out.

You know?

Frankly, no.

Spiders, man.

Big green spiders.

Spiders? Oh,

they come all like gangbusters.

I wonder if you'd hold off just for a few minutes. Oh, no, I can, man. This is

what keeps them away.

This is reality.

Yeah, well, it looks like right to me.

Now, look. Do you hear anything? Oh, come on. What's with this guy? Is he

always like this?

He's plugged in pretty strong today.

I am, I am.

I'm 86 proof today. They ought to put a label on me. They ought to put a net on

you.

Albert, this is a for real policeman.

You better talk to him.

About what?

You spent some time with Edie Eichhorn last night.

Who, me?

Just outside talking to Natalie.

And she said you and Edie were... Well, you know, last night.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

Sure, I remember.

Edie who?

Albert.

Try to remember.

Look, somebody killed Edie Eichhorn after she left here.

Now you better start telling me what happened.

Well, nothing happened, man.

I mean, you can't pin this on me. I was here all night.

I got witnesses.

Nobody's trying to pin it on you. I just want some information.

Now, do you want to help?

Yeah. Now let's put some facts together.

You squirt.

What time did you stay with Edie?

When did she leave here?

And where did... Albert, you do remember Edie last night.

I remember somebody last night.

I suppose it was Edie.

Tell me what you do remember.

Well, nothing, man.

I mean, I'm not trying to put you on.

I was having a few drinks and I got into an argument with some cat about the role

of modern man in society.

And things began to get all foggy. And then Edie or somebody said, let's shake

this crowd scene.

So I said, yeah.

Or I burped or something.

I mean, who remembers these things?

Well, we came back here and, you know, we, like, communicated.

And that's when those crazy green spiders came out, fangs and all. Man, I

was having a real struggle with them.

And that's when Edie cut out.

Oh, man, like she was most annoyed.

Well, that's it, man.

I mean, I didn't even know what time it was.

I mean, I try to help you, but... Where is it?

Oh,

Bill.

Nothing personal, baby, but I think I'm going to puke. Don't throw up in here.

It's my dad's room.

Well, then I'd better get to the john quick.

You can see that, man. You start thinking about how much spread the other

cat's got, pretty soon you're putting him down.

You're any more at home like him?

You know, I'm not getting very much in the way of answers.

How about introducing me to someone normal?

All the normal people moved away from here years ago. And we're all that's

left. Hi, Ellie.

Hi. Want to try here?

Why not?

Try what, bright-eyed?

I'm playing a game of 20 questions today.

I know a better game, honey.

This is Ellie.

Thinks she's an actor.

This is Charlie.

Thinks he's a poet.

I'd like a punch in the mouth.

How would you like a punch in the mouth? It's okay.

He doesn't mean anything.

He's a modern poet.

That's the third time.

Sue me.

I haven't seen your room before, have I?

Is he yours, Jean?

He belongs to the world.

How nice, but he looks so stiff.

Are you a virgin?

Yeah.

Were you here last night?

Last night?

I've been here since Tuesday.

Fine. Did you notice Edie Eichhorn last night?

No, sir. Honey, she's in Technicolor at all times.

Why, won't I do?

You see her leave with anyone?

Are you a detective or something?

Well, that describes it.

I hate cops.

They don't let you breathe.

Go away, will you?

Well, how about it?

Yeah, I saw her cut out. She was alone.

You sure she was alone? What do you want from me?

Photographs? I saw her come out of the hallway. She looked around and she left.

Three or four o'clock. I don't know. Probably closer to four.

Let's find the kitchen. That stuff stains and it may eat away.

Come on.

Here.

Hold still. No, that's enough. That's enough. Come on, will you? Wait a

minute.

Well?

These shoes.

They're kind of like the ones Edie wore.

You know.

The ones the paper said were missing.

Can you tell?

No, I'm not sure.

The looks are true.

We're running low on alcoholic content.

Got any money to donate?

Hey, Ellie.

Aren't these shoes like the ones Edie always wore?

I don't know.

How about a buck?

It's getting pretty dry out there.

Just a minute.

Do you recognize these?

No. Give me money.

Just tell me one more thing.

Whose briefcase is this?

I think it belongs to one of those guys.

Over there.

I can start war!

Hello. How do you feel?

I feel old.

Very old.

It's that horrible noise.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's an ethnological record.

Original puberty chance of the Watusi tribe.

We'll never catch you out, lady.

What am I doing here?

You were lying in the hallway outside my apartment.

So I brought you in.

I live just a few doors down from the party.

Oh, yeah.

I gotta get back. Oh.

Well, I'm afraid the party's over.

Over? Yeah.

Seems there was a bit of a fight.

Yeah.

How long have I been out?

A couple of hours.

You wouldn't happen to have a spare drink in the house, would you?

Oh, I have some bottles around here somewhere.

I'm not sure what I have.

I don't drink much, you see.

Oh, this is a nice bottle from Romania.

See if any of the nice bottles are from Scotland.

Well, do you feel any better?

I'm beginning to see colors.

What is all this?

Looks like Halloween in here.

Oh, these are things I picked up on field trip.

I'm an anthropologist, if you know what that is.

Yeah, you're an egghead.

You look awfully familiar. Have we met before?

We bumped into each other. You're the one that pushed me.

You deserve to be pushed.

Well, I didn't deserve all that happened to me.

I didn't even arrest anybody.

Well,

that's my trade. I'm a struggling police lieutenant.

I thought eggheads did all the police work now.

Criminologists and technicians.

Yeah, well, there are a few of us Neanderthal detectives left.

How about a refill?

How about leaving?

Lady, you have no heart.

Who's this, your husband?

If you like, I'll call a cab for you.

No, no.

Listen, about that party that broke up.

Is anyone there now?

Not to my knowledge.

The person downstairs called and said she'd phoned the police.

So everybody scattered.

What were you doing there?

I'm doing a research paper on beatniks.

Anthropological approach.

I would like to get back to work on it now, as a matter of fact.

Just one minute.

Your name, please.

Janet Lynn.

L-Y-N-D.

Hi, I'm Dave Walsh.

Who lives in the arena down the hall?

Some girl named Mitchell, I think. Mitchell.

Know her phone number?

I do not know her phone number.

Let's see, yours is CA477.

Okay if I use it?

You found me outside.

Did I have a briefcase?

No. What's all this about, if I may ask?

Some nut killed a girl.

Yeah?

Where the hell you been?

Well, that's only four apartments from the double murder.

No clues, apartment dusted.

Why, it'd take a year to trace all the prints.

What happened to you at the party?

Look, tell Ed to play it dumb, just as we arranged.

The killing last night has got the exact same M.O.

The way I see it, if we solve the first, we've got the rest of them licked.

Hello?

Operator, could you give me the number of a bar called Feeney's?

It's in the village on the west side.

The end of the beginning is death.

Only God can make a tree.

A square is a square is a square.

Pain is joy and joy is pain and never the twain shall meet.

And ever the twain shall meet.

Booze, more booze.

Opiates of the trade.

What?

Life. Yeah, yeah. Greasy forage.

Edwine?

Hello. Oh, Dave, how are you doing?

Yeah.

Well, I've been talking to some of the kids around here, but so far, nothing.

They think I'm a poet from San Francisco.

It's a crazy place, Clark, but it's not a rough crowd.

Why, these guys come in here, they sit around and make some beer.

And then some kook gets up and recites some poetry.

That's about it.

Well, okay, then, why don't you come over?

Come on, you're on next. They want to hear some of your poetry.

Shut up now.

Now,

I can't do a bar around here called Feeney's.

Fred, I can't help you.

Well... We must do this again sometime.

I'll look forward to it.

Thanks for the use of the hall.

Hey, baby.

Come here a second.

What is it?

Belonged to some dude at the party, man. It's not mine, man. I swung with it.

But the fuzz ran down on us.

Well, who's it?

The teacher lady's friend. She stays somewhere on this floor.

Okay.

Later.

Parking in a hospital zone is strictly prohibited, man.

Crossing the white line is punishable by a $15 fine, man.

Hey, baby, I dig you.

Your sounds are groovy.

Like the hospital zone.

Excuse me, lie down.

Two beers. But the hospital zone.

What's all this, Ed?

They think I'm a poet.

A poet?

Listen, these poets go pretty, pretty big around here.

So I see.

Oh, names.

I got lots of names.

All the guys do eat.

You in what way?

Well, you know what.

Listen, Dave, I got a list of names there as long as you're on.

This is going to be a real project.

I mean, we're looking for a pretty special guy, a psycho.

Look around.

With this group, I can't tell the difference.

Speak and you shall find, except the police commissioner.

A pleasant encounter.

And how are you?

Why don't you join us?

You know, there's something inspiring about a cold glass of beer.

Am I right?

I wouldn't know.

Who's your friend, Dave?

He's like you, a poet.

So you're a poet.

Actually, I... I doubt it. But as long as you're not a lawyer, I'll drink your

beer.

Thanks a lot.

I hate boys.

And won't you breathe?

Enemies of the people.

Greasy thumbs on the scales of justice.

Bloated, grinning things with the soles of crabs.

It would take a Dickens to describe them.

Only a Daumier could paint.

Only a...

Which

table waiter brought this beer?

Table waiter? Man, you must be from Uptownsville.

We don't have no table waiters. We're happy we got tables.

Like, is he dead?

Man.

Yeah, no one leave.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, um, you dig this scene?

I got my wheels outside, baby.

Let me know when you're gonna ask to make it.

Hello, Sergeant.

This is Dave Walsh.

Dave, what happened?

You must be getting close or they wouldn't try it in such an open place.

Leave Ed there so we can get a score down to clean up.

Hold it while I call the chief.

Yeah? Chief, we've got Dave on the phone.

Someone tried to poison it.

Tell him to stay with it and stay away from the station and contact me on any

new information and for new instructions.

Stay with it, Dave, and contact the chief on any new developments.

Yeah. Ed Wyatt calling yet?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, no, no, I have her number.

Right, okay, thanks.

All right, I'm coming.

Is Miss Lynn in?

No. Well, some fellow at the party last night took this home by mistake.

He said the teacher lady's man friend owns it.

I gotta go clean up that place. Damn cops made a mess.

They're just as bad as them beatniks.

Oh, and the landlord's got a new tenant since the old one's dead.

Oh, excuse me, please. The phone's ringing.

Hello? Miss Lynn?

No, I'm the cleaning woman.

Is my briefcase there?

A fellow brought it in this morning.

He said some man was at the party last night and took it by mistake.

So he brought it back and thought it belonged to the lady teacher's friend.

Do you know where I can reach her?

Oh, you might try over at Dr.

LeBlanc. Thank you.

Okay.

Well, new boyfriend?

Miss Fletcher, I'm going to the science lab to demonstrate Pavlov's experiment

on conditioned reflex of the freshman class.

Hello?

No, he's not.

Yes, try Chelsea.

Bye.

Oh, I think she's at the natural museum.

Miss Lynn?

Oh, it's you.

I spoke to your cleaning woman on the phone and she said you found the

briefcase I lost.

Oh, oh yes, a young fellow brought it to the door this morning.

Said he found it in the hallway.

But I don't have it with me. It's at the apartment.

Fine, let's go get it.

Well, uh, some other time, if you don't mind.

Well, I do mind. It could be important.

Well, I'm sorry.

You know, you can get yourself in an awful lot of trouble acting like this.

Go away and give out parking tickets or something.

Okay, I'll make a deal.

I will take you out to dinner.

What's the matter?

You don't like the music?

I don't know.

I'll have to think about it.

We're on a program.

Another drink?

Oh, no. One drink's plenty for me.

Well, maybe just one more.

You know, you don't like...

You don't think that I can smoke and drink and say dirty words?

This is Dave Westbrook to reflect the conscience of your city.

Within the last 24 hours, there have been no less than four murders.

Three by violence of the most sordid kind, and one by poisoning.

Dignified, but nevertheless just as deadly.

Now, Mr. Commissioner of Police, just what is your department doing?

We know, or we think we know, you're doing your best. But nevertheless, these

people are dead, and four murders remain unsolved.

Ellie will now rest in peace, and Peter the poet will verse no more.

Dave Morris the medical student was finished before he started and Dorothy

Mitchell will give no more parties

You think you've had just about enough?

Hey, what are you doing?

I want to hear some good music.

Just pay.

No more music, no more drinks.

All right.

This is the hour when your old buddy, the Nighthawk, plays your telephone

request. Come on now, call in.

Let's have those telephones a-ringing!

Hello?

Sorry, honey.

George is gone.

Come on over.

The door is unlocked.

Philosophically, anthropologically, you're just like any other man.

Sociologically, you're a bum.

You better snap, baby. I'm very sensitive.

The only reason I went out with you is I'm doing a paper on beatniks for my

anthropology class.

And I think, after what I've observed, I can sum it up in two words.

Yeah?

Young phonies.

Well, look, baby, if you don't want to make it in the sharp, man, let's split.

I didn't expect you so soon.

What's in that pretty cat?

Oh, Dave, how nice of you.

Oh, yes.

Yes, you did forget to pick up your briefcase last night, didn't you?

Yes, it's still here.

Well, I'm teaching class today. I have to leave in about half an hour.

You want to come down there and pick it up?

New York State University, West Building, room 503.

That's right.

Okay, I'll see you there.

Oh, um... I, um... I had a wonderful time

last night.

I think.

Bye.

that life in this tribe is thoroughly easy-going.

Like the Beek.

These people seem content merely to exist.

They don't harm other tribes. They don't help other tribes.

They manage to get enough to eat.

The men sit around and talk about life.

They never work unless driven to it by hunger.

They've no fear and desire to possess things. They seem reasonably happy.

Although, of course, it's really difficult to judge one way or the other.

Switch off the objection, please.

That's all for today.

Hi.

Hello.

Well, that was very interesting.

I'll come earlier next time.

Why, thank you.

I read where another girl was killed.

Yeah, same nut.

Pretty busy guy lately, whoever he is.

Well, I have to leave now. I have another class.

Thanks again for dinner last night.

Was I as awful as I think I was?

We must do it again sometime.

Well, I wouldn't say no.

What in the hell's going on in your office? The press and the mayor are

about to lynch me.

We're not running a girls' finishing school here. We're doing everything

possible. This is a psycho killer, and you know it.

I know it, and the press knows it.

Maybe it's 9 o'clock.

Who the devil you got assigned to this case?

Dave Walsh and Ed Bono.

What are they doing, taking a vacation?

Look, Commissioner, they've been on this thing day and night.

You know you aren't dealing with real people. It's not only a psycho, but a

beat to boot.

Look, smart guy, when I want poetry, I'll read Shelley, not your crap.

Listen, Tom, if you don't get these murders solved, we'll both be back on

the beat.

Commissioner, there has to be some connection between that cat and the

killings. And I've called in Dr. LeBlanc, the head of the psychology

department at State University.

What's a psychiatrist got to do with a cat?

Hold on just a minute, Dave.

Yeah? Chief, I've got Dave on the phone.

Tell him to hold on. Well, he's in the office right now. And I'll let him

explain it to you himself.

No, I'll come over.

Put Dave on.

Dave, check back with me and I'll give you a lab report.

Now hold it.

Switch this call to the chief.

Hello, Dave.

Where have you been?

When I told you to play it innocent and on your terms, I didn't mean take a

vacation. Look, Chief, I'm doing everything I can.

By the way, I picked up that briefcase at the university.

Like I said, I would.

You've got a briefcase?

You know, the one I picked up at Janet Lynn's apartment.

And I can't get it open.

You can't get it open?

Bring it in and the lab will check it out.

Professor LeBlanc, I'd like you to meet Commissioner Krieger. Professor.

Doc, I'm quite certain you've got some eloquent theory prepared on the neurotic

drives which compel this poor unfortunate to behave in this paranoic

manner. The poor soul, though legally sane, is mentally ill.

That was quite an eloquent dissertation, Commissioner, all of which, may I humbly

submit, is not true.

This person's M.O. is a paranoid schizophrenic with homosexual tendencies

if male, a lesbian if female, while in a schizophrenic state.

You mean they can change their sex drive when they're a schizo? A true

schizophrenic has a complete personality change.

You mean if somebody wanted to fake it, they could get their kicks either way? A

.C.? D.C.?

That could be true, but a faker wouldn't commit five murders with only four cat

tracks. Okay, your play.

This is my hypothesis.

Brain waves emitted from a schizophrenic differ sharply from those of a normal

human being, all when in a normal state.

The cat's first appearance at the murder was probably by accident.

However, the brain waves, or through some freak of nature, were received by

the cat and the cat subsequently responded to a conditioned reflex

explain it to me in simple terms related to this case subject starts to change

from normal to schizophrenic emits brain waves cat responds to what we call

extrasensory perception because of previous conditioning human blood was

present and enjoyed it brain waves cat

Murder.

Find the cat, catch the killer.

Chief, call up the Humane Society.

Tell them to put one of their best cat men on this case.

For all we know, it may be this one.

Thanks, Professor.

Now let me go do battle with the TV and press.

So long.

Beatnik we had was in the car at the same time with the girl. I can't help

but think he could be the murderer. But everything's the same M.O. except no

damn cat prints.

Send that beat in.

You know, the commissioner doesn't know that I know about his double your

pleasure, double your fun bit.

Oh, but we're all entitled to at least one idiosyncrasy.

Thanks for the threads.

The lender I get out of this cooler.

My skull feels like it's about to fall off of my shoulders.

You know, that was no powder puff I got hit on the head with last night.

First I get hit on the head, then I wind up in a precinct bed.

Chief, would it be all right if I showed Mac a book of pictures and asked for his

comments?

You can write.

Once the hand was writ, all the sands of time cannot change the word of it.

Sit down here.

Answer these questions on this pad.

Yeah?

What?

When do you think the bomb was rigged?

Must have been after I was knocked out at the party.

Watch your step, Dave. We don't want any dead heroes.

And let me warn you, if you don't move fast, you'll be next.

Where'd you get the car?

From Harry Tompkins.

Where does he live?

420 McDougal Street.

Know him well?

Sure I know him well. We graduated from Cornell together.

For that matter, we were on the same track team.

Lieutenant Riley, come in here, please.

Yes, sir.

Book Mr.

Harold McInnes on a .48.

What's a .48?

Stolen car.

For what?

Mr. Tompkins is 65 years old.

Congratulations to the commissioner of police and his department.

In the last 24 hours, there have been only three murders.

It has been presumed that these are psycho killings and most of the victims

are females.

The bombing and poisoning were obvious attempts to mislead or destroy the

police who are assigned to this case.

Now, what the police do not understand is that two identical murders were

committed at approximately the same time.

And the cat was at one, but not at the other.

Now, far be it from me to presume that I am more intelligent than our illustrious

police department, but did it ever occur to them that two murderers might be

involved?

Think about it, Commissioner.

A practicing anthropologist doesn't have much opportunity to choose a social

circle. The only people I have a chance to meet are psychosocial research

consultants, or worse.

How about some music?

What does he try music?

I think it's time you went home.

Why?

The usual female reason.

Don't be so conventional.

You're an anthropologist.

As an anthropologist, let me tell you about a little Polynesian island I know

of. There's one tribe on the island where free love is expected. It's a

popular thing to do.

And there's another tribe out on the island where girls of easy virtue are

stoned to death.

I'm afraid our particular tribe leads toward a growing stone.

Sweet.

Good morning. Good morning.

What'll it be?

Scrambled? Sunnyside? Poached?

Just coffee.

And a little less cheer.

Yes, ma'am. It's too early.

Just coffee.

And a little less cheer.

How do you feel?

Why so quiet?

Just thinking about things.

Turn, turn.

Kick, kick. Mark time. And one, two.

One, two, three, four.

Okay. That's fine, girl.

Hi. Remember me?

Do I remember you?

I'd like some information.

I live alone in a very private apartment.

Hi. My name is Edward. How are you, Edward?

The other night at the party, you pointed to a couple of guys when I asked

you about a briefcase.

Do you know which guy came in with it?

Gee, I don't like being a fink.

Come on, this is serious.

I think the guy's name was Brom.

I'm not sure, though.

Brom?

Is that his last name?

I don't know.

He's a crazy artist.

I think he's living with another painter, George Godfrey.

You know, he's the one that likes to use the spray gun. You saw him at the party

the other night.

I think he's living on Bethune Street off Hudson.

77 or 79 Bethune Street. Something like that.

Bethune off Hudson.

Thanks. Hey, what about me and my very private apartment?

Honest, my roommate's away on vacation.

Let's not rush into this.

Will you be here later?

Say, in a couple of hours, I may have some more questions.

Rehearsal's over at four, honey. I'll wait 15 minutes.

For heaven's sake, I thought you were friends. I don't know you.

Police.

We'd like to talk to a guy named Brahm.

Oh, him.

Do you know his real name?

Just Brahm, as far as I know.

Do you happen to know where we could find him? Well, he isn't here.

The vandal.

Why do you call him that?

Why? Well, just look at those horrors. I mean, really. Did you ever see such

abominations? I wish you'd come and take them out of here.

The girl who knows you, Ellie.

Said he was staying here with you. Oh, that was months ago. He moved out, thank

heaven. What do you want him for? Bad painting?

Do you know his new address?

89 Spring Street.

If you see him, tell him to come and take those things out of here, will you?

What are you doing there?

What am I doing?

Can't you see?

Can't you see?

No.

That man's not even an animal. He's a vegetable.

Pale, even as a commercial artist.

I understand he's thinking of using the park now.

Kitty faces like, fun is this. I think he is.

Thanks again.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Brown.

How are you, you dear boy?

What?

Oh, your perfectly marvelous paintings. Of course they're still here. Come over

any time.

Oh, by the way, there are two fellows here just now to see you.

Police, I think they said.

Yes, Brahma, I think they said police.

They didn't say what they wanted.

Well, they got your address from Ellie, you know, that actress.

Yeah,

I gotta hunch our friend beat it out of here not too long ago.

Dr. LeBlanc's office.

Oh, I was just getting ready to leave, Janet.

On my way.

Emergency unit 501, send ambulance to village theater.

Girl hurt. Lieutenant Bono waiting.

All cars, area 12.

Lieutenant Walsh pursuing suspect rooftops in village area. Tie-off area

surrounded by 8th Street, 6th Avenue, University Place, and 3rd Street.

Emergency unit, proceed to 318 McDougal. Lieutenant Walsh, stabbed by suspect.

Last reported male suspect dressed in black, height 5'10", no further

description. All units, area 12, 1099, channel B.

Unit one, unit one.

Chief, have Dr. LeBlanc return to his office.

Hold

it.

One more step, and I'll slit her throat.

Unit 5, Unit 5, calling Unit 5.

Cat went up the street.

Unit 5, Unit 5, calling Unit 5.

Oh, my God.

Unit 5.

Mike, disposition of suspect, location, and where is Sergeant Frank?

Frank!

Frank here.

Frank, get Dr. LeBlanc out of police action.

Stay with the chief.

10-4.

Janet.

I want to thank you for the help you've given me in my studies.

Make it possible for me to get the job with Professor LeBlanc.

That's what friends are for, my dear, to help.

I would never have gotten my master's without you.

Just relax, my dear.

You'll get your diploma.

I don't guess you've had much time for social life with studying.

I've dated some, but men are so harsh.

But this is different.

Oh, it feels good.

You really worked too hard.

Aren't you hot in that?

Janet, drop that knife!

Janet, drop it!

Janet, drop it!

Where is my cat?

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, on Conscious of Our City, we have two

special guests.

Our chief of police, Roy Diamond, and his fat black pussycat.

But seriously, chief, there are a few questions I'd like to ask you.

Was Braun involved in any other killings besides Dean and the streetwalker? No.

Braun was a social misfit. He was a homosexual, but not a schizoid. The

reason he committed these crimes was because he felt the world rejected him.

Well, Janet was a doctor of anthropology and very close to Dr. LeBlanc. Well, why

wasn't it that he didn't discover these tendencies?

Well, the most eminent of psychiatrists say it is virtually impossible to detect

such tendencies in a person unless they are observed while during the period of

transition. Well, then why did Janet have to kill?

Well, as you know, while in a schizoid state, she had lesbian tendencies.

Subconsciously, she rejected them, and in her sick mind felt she had to destroy

the source of this desire.

She's well housebroken.

Well, Chief, what are the probabilities of this happening again?

Oh, an educated guess would be once in 500 million times.

Well, Chief, we and the citizens of our city want to thank you and your

department for an excellent job well done for solving these crimes.

And now we know that our city will be safe.