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(eerily hypnotic synthesizer music)

(chuckling)

(deep breathing)

(distant moving traffic)

(heavy breathing)

(eerie suspenseful synthesizer music)

(heavy breathing)

(ringing telephone)

(ringing telephone)

- [Woman] Hello Dori?

- Hi Mom!

- [Mom] Aunt Sophie's back home!

- Hey that's great, I'm really glad to know

Aunt Sophie's out of that hospital.

Even though she lives in Florida

and I've only met her twice.

- [Mom] Don't you care about your family?

- Of course I care about the family.

- [Mom] Well what are you gonna do tonight?

- Uh, I guess I'm just gonna stay home tonight.

Yeah, you know, watch some TV and rest.

- [Mom] Alone?

- Yeah alone!

- [Mom] Well I'm alone too.

- Yeah we're two lonely people.

- [Mom] I'll come right over.

- Um, not tonight Mom.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- [Mom] You never want to see me.

Don't you care about your mother anymore?

- Of course I do!

- I love you!

- Well I love you too, Mom!

And I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

- I coming up tomorrow and I'm - Uh huh.

- Gonna rearrange your life. - Yeah.

- [Mom] I have a lot

- Yes. - of ideas that I think

I should throw against

the wall. - Yeah.

Look Mom we'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?

Okay, 'night.

(brutally eerie music)

(heavy blow) (scream)

(whimpering)

(sobbing and whimpering)

(choking and gasping)

(brutally eerie music fades into howling wind)

(wheezy giggling)

- [Radio Newsman] The city's fifth rape-murder victim

of the month was just found this morning,

leading police to speculate that we may have

a mad killer-rapist prowling our streets.

Each of the victims has been strangled to death

and there have been similarities of sexual abuse

and disposition of the bodies.

Women in the Los Angeles area are urged to use caution

when venturing outside, most especially after dark.

Now on a somewhat more positive note,

the weatherman has promised another beautiful day today

with a Civic Center high of 82,

dipping down to an overnight low of 66.

(passing traffic)

- Pardon me, I'm a photographer scouting for new models...

- And that's it for another edition of KVLA News.

What's up doc? - Yeah did you put 'em

to sleep again?

- You bet I did.

Hang on, coming up.

Good morning, welcome to the last segment

of KVLA's Dayline, hosted by Dr. Lindsay Gale.

Dr. Gale is a practicing psychologist

licensed by the State Board of Medicine.

- Here's my card if you'd like

to have me take your photographs.

- Hey what do you think you're doing?

I've been sitting around the corner in the car

waiting for half an hour.

- Okay I was standing here waiting for you.

- Yeah talking to some creep.

Come on, let's go.

- She's authored two books on abnormal psychology.

In keeping with station policy,

we ask callers not to disclose their personal identities.

And now, Dr. Gale.

- Thank you and good morning out there.

Before we begin again I'd like to remind you

that this program is not designed to treat people

with serious mental illnesses.

I can't provide in-depth therapy over-the-air so,

in these few short hours I try to deal with people

who are facing a temporary problem or two.

And remember, any subject is fair game,

sex, marriage, children, whatever.

(clicking)

Good morning you're on-the-air with Lindsay Gale!

- [Cathy] My name is Cathy.

My little boy ties up his toys in ropes and chains

and throws them against the wall.

- [Lindsay] Sounds like a very angry young man.

- [Cathy] He also cut up his goldfish with scissors

and he threatened to do the same thing to his little sister.

Do you think I should do something about his behavior?

(clicking)

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

(rattling)

(muffled clicking)

- I'm going to put you with Fred and he will

refer you to a therapy group who can help you.

Thank you.

(clicking)

Good morning you're on-the-air with Dr. Lindsay Gale.

- Hello Dr. Gale!

Yo soy Ramone!

How are you!

I called you last week!

- Of course the man with the headaches.

How are you feeling today?

- I feel real good.

- Fine.

Did you see a doctor about those tests we talked about?

Ramone?

- I mean it's all right, 'cause,

I'm-a lots better now!

- I'd like to believe that,

but you don't sound better to me.

Please consider what we discussed last week,

will you do that for me Ramone?

- But I do feel better!

I have found the answer to my problems!

Ptha!

A nurse, you know, a real good woman (chuckling).

- That's very fortunate for you Ramone.

However I don't think that a relationship

with a woman is exactly what you're needing right now.

Tell me how does she feel about the problem?

Ramone?

Hello Ramone?

(slamming phone)

Ramone!

(distant chirping birds and barking dogs)

- Carter? - Yes sir!

- Get me a shot of this.

- Yes sir.

(clicking)

- Did you get a shot of that breast?

- Which one?

She's got two you know.

- The one that was nearly bitten off, god-dammit.

Give me a mold of that breast,

'cause I want to take some tooth impressions.

- Hey, I already have.

Very healthy lady.

- Hey you're a very funny man

but the last thing I need in my life

right now is a comedian, okay?

Now was she sexually assaulted?

- Whoo, every orifice she's got.

- Anything else?

- Well I got a sperm sample,

I got a sample of his skin

that was underneath her fingernails.

And I got six pieces of hair,

it looks like four from his head

and I got a couple of pubics.

- Pubic hairs.

Hey McCabe.

That candy wrapper that was found,

is that the same brand Kogen and McClosky found

at the first murders?

What do you got babe?

- A piece of burnt cardboard from a film box.

In the ashtray here.

Carter? - Yes sir!

- Look around for a camera, will you?

- Yes sir!

- Hey, make a note on those stockings,

see if it's the same brand found at the first murders.

The knot looks the same.

- Oh...

What's with this Hatch?

- Oriental style, popular with the Viet Cong.

But what I can't figure out,

is why bother with the coin.

- Hatch the coin's obvious.

The girl's response is probably simulated sexual excitement,

so he just twists the stocking, on and off,

back and forth like a water faucet.

He must have kept her squirming for several minutes.

- That sick son of a bitch.

Maybe we're looking for a Vietnam vet?

- Could be.

- Great, we got his pubic hairs,

now we can match them with every known vet

in L.A. and get our man.

- I want this bastard.

(eerily hypnotic synthesizer music)

(grunting) (heavy breathing)

- [Lindsay] Hello Carl.

- Hi Dr. Gale.

Can I see you today?

- Uh, I have someone coming in right now, can you wait?

- Okay.

- Okay great, come on in.

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

- At uh, at night he'd hang around,

and watch me undress, and, and then he'd touch me.

- And you let him?

Do you always,

did you always let your father have his way

even though you felt it was wrong?

(sobbing) - Yes.

I'm sorry (sobbing).

He'd yell at me, you know...

And I, and I , I couldn't stand to have him

get mad at me and yell, (sobbing), I couldn't stand it.

- Do you still give in and go out of your way

to avoid conflicts and arguments?

- Mm hmm, yeah, I uh, I can't uh,

yeah I can't, yeah I get nervous.

And, uh, I can't stand it when

somebody gets angry with me, I just get very frightened.

- It's the problem area you have to work on.

You must learn to assert yourself.

You have to believe that your feelings do count,

and that what you feel does matter,

and that you have a right to express what you feel.

- I'm trying.

- No trying's not good enough,

you have to really truly care about yourself Carol.

You should learn to do good things for yourself.

You deserve it.

- I think I deserve you.

(laughter)

Assert myself, yeah.

- Our time's up for today.

- Okay.

- Will you set up your next appointment with Sue?

- For next week?

- Yeah. - Same time?

Okay. - Okay?

And have a good day.

- Oh I will.

- All right.

Assert yourself!

(giggling) - Right.

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

(chirping birds)

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

(creaking)

(creaking)

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

- You know, now is a really good time to have

a strangler on the streets.

I can really use the money this month.

Only you know what, I bet the guy lives in Fresno.

I bet he's out of town.

I bet he just comes in oh maybe a couple of times a week

to have a good time, get drunk, kill a couple of people

(laughing), you know what I mean?

- Would you take your feet off of my desk?

- In a minute Gladys.

You probably haven't noticed, but I'm resting.

- In two minutes I'm gonna break both your legs!

(laughter) - The way I have it figured,

he knocked somebody off last night,

and so the city's safe for three, four, five days.

They can sleep well tonight Gladys.

Tonight there is no problem.

(eerie synthesizer music) (breaking glass)

(crashing and breaking)

- No-o-o-o. .. - It's all right,

don't be scared.

- No-o-o-o, no...

- You're daddy's little girl.

- Yeah don't hurt me... - And daddy loves his

little girl.

- Don't hurt me.

Do-o-o-o-n't... - Shhh!

Daddy wants his girl. (whimpering)

- Nooooo...

(whimpering)

You're gonna hurt me...

- Nobody's gonna hurt you. (whimpering)

I'm not gonna hurt you. (sobbing)

Why I love you. (whimpering)

It's all right.

- I'll do anything!

- I know you will,

(crying) you'll do everything.

(mumbling)

(sobbing and whimpering)

- Noooo!

- Oh, you're so pretty.

(crying in pain) Oh, it's all right,

it's all right.

(whimpering) It's all right.

Your skin has gotten so,

so white, and beautiful.

You're just so lovely, you're just so lovely.

(whimpering) Oh, ooo, you're so beautiful.

- Not that! - No no no no, it's all right,

Daddy's here, Daddy's here,

(whimpering and crying)

Daddy's here to protect you.

Daddy loves his little baby.

(sobbing)

Daddy wants his little baby.

(whimpering)

- Daddy.

(nearby whimpering)

- Oh yeah, oh yes.

Oh yeah.

(ripping) (screaming)

- Shhh...

- What are you doing!

(crying and whimpering)

- In honor of the father. (sobbing and crying)

(whimpering) (heavy breathing)

- Nooooo!

Nooooo!

(screaming)

Nooooooo!

(screaming and sobbing)

(wheezy laughter)

- From the murder last night

we have even more reason to believe the killer

may have a confused sense of religious values,

may see himself as acting out certain purifying,

and cleansing rituals, with the victim.

Now a scientific description of the strangler's type

behavior would be paranoid, obsessive,

compulsive, psychotic, schizophrenic.

This can probably be attributed to

an important early figure in his life,

most likely a dominant female.

- Excuse me doctor.

We can't rely on all this mumbo-jumbo psycho crap!

- Well excuse me, am I boring you?

- No of course not.

Do you have anything else you'd like to say?

- Eh, no, that's all, for now.

- We'll continue these meetings at a later date.

Thank you.

Welcome to the Strangler Task Force.

I want you all to pay attention,

the Chief has arranged for the top people

in our departments to be here today.

Sargent Hatcher and I have been to these murder sites

and they are gruesome.

We've been appointed as Number One team.

Hatch?

- Smith, compile a complete list of all the murder victims.

Their employment history and where they banked.

Castle, check out all store billings, dental and medical.

Williamson, I want you

to read everything the news media prints

or has printed regarding this case.

And Clark, check out cab pick up and drop lists.

Sherman, you and your partner follow up thoroughly

on all imitators and confessors.

Tarino, follow up on laundry dry cleaning marks and labels.

Green, set up a 24-hour hotline.

If there are any questions regarding this meeting,

you bring them to Sargent Hatcher's attention or mine.

Now let's go get him!

(mingled voices and clattering chairs)

- [Male Detective] Now let's go Hutch.

- [Female Detective] More late hours.

- [Male Detective] There goes my date this Saturday night.

(upbeat industrious music) - Huh!

(clattering typewriters)

(ringing telephone)

(clattering typewriter)

- Recognize this young lady?

- Oh!

(crying)

It's Carol Ridulch.

(gasping)

It's quite a shock you brought me today, how can I help?

How can I help you?

- Well I'd like to know a little more about her.

Her, uh, men friends, family, what kind of job she had.

Living pattern.

Do you have a file that I could see?

- A therapeutic file is out of your province.

- Even if I have a court order?

- You'll have to.

I can tell you that she was a shy, withdrawn girl.

She was alone, no family or nuptial ties.

- Don't you give a shit

about getting this strangler off the streets?

- What would you prescribe for the man, a firing squad?

- That's not a bad idea.

Mainly I don't want him back on the streets

in a few years, or sooner, if some misguided shrink

discovers he can find his ass in the dark with both hands.

- Lieutenant, truthfully,

I think it's people with the mentality like yours

that are responsible for creating

troubled people like the strangler.

- Truthfully doctor, I was hoping for more cooperation.

Here's a Show Cause writ, from Judge Silverman,

notarized this morning.

Keep it, it belongs to you.

I'll need those files, now.

(eerily confident music)

- Fuck off!

(laughter)

- Bitch!

- Wow, so this is what

a photography studio really looks like.

- More coffee?

- No thanks.

I can't believe I'm this lucky.

I'm in L.A. two weeks and I get picked up hitchhiking

by a photographer who needs a model.

My friends back in Indiana are gonna be knocked out

when they see me on the cover of a magazine.

It's all like a dream to me, really.

- Yes, it is like a dream.

You know, Sue Ellen, hitchhiking in California

can be very dangerous.

I think you should be careful, honey.

- You're telling me!

One guy stopped and asked if I'd give him head.

Imagine, I mean, that would never happen back in Indiana.

But I can trust you, huh?

- Of course you can.

Now, why don't you go in there and get dressed,

and I'll fix up the studio.

There are a few things I have to take care of, then,

then we'll get started.

- All right!

- That's good, enjoy it, enjoy it, oh yeah,

oh yeah, beautiful.

Honey you're a natural.

You are a natural.

I love it, I love it.

Easy, good good, good, good, wet your lips.

Wet 'em, wet 'em, wet 'em, wet 'em, wet 'em...

Good.

Down, chin down.

That's right.

Wet your lips a little more.

Okay...

Now, okay take a break.

Good Sue Ellen, good girl.

Good girl, I'm proud of you, you are a natural.

Let me see, hair looks good,

Okay, let's do the part when your caught , all right?

- What's that for?

- Oh, this is how they transport prisoners.

I'm just gonna pull these down, nothing's gonna show,

nothing's gonna show.

Gang girl always wears her leather jacket out, and this,

goes under there. - You must do a lot

of research for this

kind of thing. - My dear, Sue Ellen,

this is the secret to my success.

Lots and lots of research.

Okay...

Let me get those handcuffs for you,

I don't want you to be hurt now, okay?

This goes in here, okay?

Gonna go real easy.

- No, I'm okay.

This is gonna be wild.

- For real, that's what they want,

they want the most bizarre shots in the whole world.

I can't believe it.

Okay let me back you up under the light honey.

- Is this spot good?

- Oh yeah, oh that's perfect,

that is perfect.

Hair's good, all right.

Okay.

- What's that all about?

- Oh this project asks for a religious motif.

It's really not...

- Um, I think you better give me the keys,

for these okay?

- The keys? - Yeah, where are

the keys for these? - Oh here if you want 'em!

(grunting) (screaming)

(screaming)

Oh, lovely...

(cracking) Oh...

(eerie synthesizer music)

Oh I like you.

Oh I love you.

Oh I love it!

I love it!

(police radio chatter)

- This one's enough to make me vomit.

- They all are.

It's the stranglers M.O. all right.

But now we know that he uses a stocking

from the previous victim.

- Hey that's great, now we got him on petty theft,

along with murder.

(wailing police siren)

- No attempt to conceal the body.

It's almost like he wanted her to be discovered.

Well we'll get a recognizable picture of her face

and get it to McCabe and Hatcher

(police radio chatter) for a quick ID on the street.

- McCabe and Hatch.

Those bozos.

(police radio chatter) If it was up to me,

I'd fire 'em.

(police radio chatter)

(eerie synthesizer music)

(sobbing)

- You're gonna have to come to terms

with your drug problem, Lisa, that's real important.

(sighing)

- I just can't help that.

That's...

(sighing)

it's a vicious circle.

- Look Lisa, um,

there's a lot more to it than that, okay?

I want you to try something for me.

I want you to close your eyes.

Come on just close your eyes.

Okay, good, now, um,

I know that you care for me,

but I want you to tell me

that the drugs are more important than me.

- Oh come on I really don't feel that way.

- I want you to say it anyway.

And I want you to tell your boyfriend,

I want you to tell him that you love the drugs

more than you love him.

Now go ahead.

Try it.

- Doctor Gale, the drugs are more important than you.

- All right now tell you boyfriend, go ahead, louder.

- Marty, the drugs are more important than you.

- All right try it again, louder,

I want you to tell me again.

- Dr. Gale, the drugs are more important than you.

- Now your parents, much louder.

- Mom, Dad, the drugs are more important than you!

- All right we're starting to get there.

Tell your boyfriend.

- Marty, the drugs are more important than you!

- All right Lisa now I want you to tell me again,

I want you to say it louder.

- Dr. Gale, the drugs are more important than you!

- All right, now tell your parents, louder!

- Mom, Dad, the drugs are more important than you!

- All right get it out again, louder!

- Mommy, Daddy, the drugs are more important than you!

- Louder Lisa!

- Oh, Marty, the drugs are more important than you!

The more--

They're more important than everything.

They are.

- Okay, that's pretty good Lisa.

Okay now you know that you can help yourself.

Because you do know now that the drugs are

much more important than anything.

Okay?

Lisa you should feel good about yourself,

that's a major breakthrough.

- Yes sir, yes sir!

McCabe, I got a deal for you.

I just talked to Daley.

He's sending us a psychic.

- Come on!

- I mean it, a real psychic.

I mean, this guy's supposed to be good.

He senses magnetic vibrations,

and he can see things in places he's never been.

(sarcastic laughter)

(ringing telephone)

- McCabe here.

- I am Mr. Demetrius.

- Hatcher.

- Good afternoon detectives.

- That's one for one.

- I sense you are not happy with this meeting,

that you think nothing will come of it.

- Two for two.

- We shall see what we shall see.

Your ex-wife, Kathleen,

didn't like your sense of humor either.

Would you please give me the photograph of the victim.

In your desk drawer.

I must have something to touch from the scene of the crime.

- This is a photograph of the strangler's last victim.

(faint police chatter and clattering typewriters)

- I see...

A woman, trying to get away.

A man grabs her, he's, he's a big man.

He has short curly hair, like little wires.

He has big lips, and big arms, he's a very big man.

He hits her.

He, he tears off her underwear and stuffs it in her mouth.

He's taking a stocking from his pocket,

the stocking is from another victim.

Now he puts, he puts a coin on her throat,

he wraps the stocking around her neck,

and he's choking her while he enters her.

Now he, now he caresses her.

He has, he has an orgasm, on her stomach,

now he's taking off her stocking,

now he's pushes her legs very wide apart.

And he's, he's photographing her.

He's photographing her again.

Now he's leaving.

She's dead.

- Hatch.

(snapping)

- Huh?

- Read him his rights and book him.

He knows too much.

- Boy you sure made an asshole of yourself

when you busted that psychic.

(laughter)

I thought Daley was gonna have a heart attack

when you told him.

Imagine, busting his wife's psychic!

Hey, how were you supposed to know that he

was on world tour and 7000 miles away

when the murders happened, huh?

(laughter and clapping)

(moving traffic)

- Very nice.

Good stuff and good taste.

You know you do good work kid.

I mean it, nice lighting, nice props, heh.

Brass lamp, hair dryers, baseball bats, really phallic.

Very classy.

Jesus, what the hell's this?

The kid with dog teeth,

candle stuck in her mouth and up her pants?

That's a little kinky isn't it?

- Not for publication, private stock.

- Hey!

Let me have another look.

It might be okay, I might be able to use it.

- No!

- That's the way you want it kid, okay.

Okay listen, I want you to get me some more tasty stuff,

some pretty girls huh, you understand?

No fuckin' amputees, okay?

Here's your check, I'll see you a little while.

Okay?

This stuff is great.

Hey the dyke shots are good too.

- Hey man how you doing?

- How you doing?

(moving traffic)

- Waiting for school to let out?

- Those kids are my best customers.

What do you need?

- A spoon of smack, two grams of coke.

- It's gonna cost 'ya.

- Hey man I've got the bread.

(eerie aggressive synthesizer music)

- Hey handsome, enjoy the show?

Want some of the real thing.

Hey we'll just walk along together.

Listen, I teach French real cheap, huh?

Give you a good deal on some half-and-half.

- How much?

- I don't talk price on the street,

but look, there's a pad across the street.

Room 214.

We can talk inside.

(moving traffic)

(distant crying baby)

- What are you shooting, horse?

Hey, I know a mainliner when I see one.

- What's it to you, fucker?

- Want to do some speed ball?

- You shitting me honey?

- Listen, like you wouldn't believe.

If I like what I see, you get some, okay?

- Let's go. (distant crying baby)

- I'll be all right in a couple of minutes.

- That's all right baby.

- Something you can do for me.

- Anything at all.

- I want you to make a phone call.

(clicking)

- Good morning, you're on-the-air

with Dr. Lindsay Gale.

- Hello Dr. Gale.

Uh, my, my name's Denise,

and I wanted to talk to you

about my profession.

See, I'm, I'm a, a, I'm a hoo--

Prostitute, and I ain't happy with

how I make my living, um,

or my lack of education.

See I have never, I've never done any other kind of work.

My mother got me into this, um...

- And you want to try something else now?

Maybe train for some kind of career?

- Yeah, yeah I'd like to do that.

But, but see doc, I got another problem, uh,

I'm, I'm kind of into drugs, you know, and...

- [Lindsay] Yes that doesn't help.

You're high on something now aren't you Denise?

- [Denise] Yeah.

Matter of fact I am.

Um, one of my john's, he asked me to call you.

He's sitting here with me right now.

- Well that's a programming first I must say.

- Yeah, he says he's a regular caller.

Let, he's got headache problems.

But that ain't his only problem, see, he can't--

(screaming) (eerie synthesizer music)

- Denise? (choking and grunting)

Hello? (gasping and grunting)

Denise? (gasping)

Denise, are you there?

(gasping) Denise?

(gasping) My god!

(thumping) Are you there?

- You hear that Dr. Gale?

- Oh my god!

(metallic click)

(scuffling) (grunting)

(wheezy laughter)

- This is for your troubles.

(shattering glass)

(crashing)

(distant baby crying)

(ringing telephones) (clacking typewriters)

- Dr. Gale!

You asked for me?

- No, Captain Daley referred me to you.

It's about the strangler.

- Yeah, our man is good as caught.

In a moment we'll have a complete profile

courtesy of Dr. Gale.

- Excuse me, I am not here to be the target

of your half-assed sarcasm.

Captain Daley thinks I have something to contribute,

are you interested or not?

- Yes, uh, we're a little tired,

so will you please sit down and continue?

- Thank you.

Today a prostitute named Denise called my radio show.

I think she was the strangler's last victim.

The call was taped, here's a copy.

- Why was it taped?

- All calls are in case of alleged libel

or public misinformation, it's just station policy.

- What makes you suspect foul play?

(sighing)

- It's a terrifying tape.

The call ends abruptly with Denise screaming her head off.

There's a man's voice on that tape also.

Now, I have another call that was taped

with that same man's voice on it.

The caller's name is Ramone,

(sighing)

and I really do think that he was with her today.

He has a frightening background.

On his first two calls he complains of severe headaches,

brief blackouts and other symptoms of someone

who has scar tissue on the brain.

This could cause uncontrollable urges to kill.

- Well doctor, are seizures like that easily triggered?

- It wouldn't be unusual.

Bright lights and flickering images,

loud noises, sometimes seemingly nothing at all.

- Great.

We can run a voice print on those tapes,

see if they match.

- Okay Hatch.

Doctor, it, uh, might be a good idea

if we kept close tabs on you.

Let's, uh, put a stakeout at the clinic.

- I appreciate that you care.

But do keep in mind that some of those people that I help

are not going to be coming around

with police outside the door.

- I'm aware of that Dr. Gale, we'll still have

a squad car cruise the radio station and your house.

- Well I'm flattered that you care.

- Well that's what you pay your taxes for.

- I'm all man.

I killed and raped 'em all.

And no one can stop me,

'cause I'm too strong, too smart,

and too good.

(wheezy laughter)

- Hatch, you're wearing a hole in the floor!

Why don't you go home and chant?

- Hey this case is making me nuts.

I can't sleep at night, huh?

- Well neither can I!

All right I'm sorry, let's go through it again.

- Okay.

We know from the sperm cell type, blood type,

position of the body, the whole M.O. ,

that our strangler killed Denise, now that's for sure.

Hmm?

Okay, two, a new wrinkle.

Heroin and cocaine were found on the premises.

So I figure our strangler is a drug user.

No works were found, but the autopsy report

says that Denise was full of heroin and cocaine,

so she had to shoot herself up with something right?

Okay, so that means that our strangler

took the hypo kit with him.

Now, this is the thing that really bugs me man!

Somebody else was there!

We got three different blood types!

- I know that Hatch.

- Yeah...

(snapping) Maybe it was her pimp!

Darnell Adkins!

- Aww, that shit ass bag man for Bobby Hammer?

- Maybe, Adkins tried to rob the strangler,

and got busted up instead, huh?

Now we've got enough snitches to put us onto Adkins,

'cause with his habit he can't burrow too deep.

- Maybe the works belong to Adkins?

It's more logical to me.

- Yeah, maybe they had a daisy chain

and held a shooting party, how the hell do I know?

All I know is, is that if we find the works,

we either find the strangler

or somebody that's seen him.

- Well, let's go find Darnell Adkins.

(upbeat piano-synthesizer music)

- Hey fella, Police Department.

Do you recognize this person?

- No.

- Here, here.

- [Hatch] Hey hey, Winky, what's happening?

- Hey I hear you guys are looking for Darnell?

- Yeah that's right.

- Well? - Well what?

- 50 bucks!

- 50 bucks?

(laughing)

- Come on Winky, nobody's worth 50 bucks.

- 20 bucks!

10 bucks?

- What do you think Hatch?

- Well, the last time this guy gave us a tip,

he told us that the Boston Strangler was Tony Curtis.

- You mean he wasn't?

Well nobody's perfect!

- Hey Winky, now you give me the info,

and I'll decide what it's worth.

- Well he hangs out with this chick named Hotpants,

and she works down at the Hard Times Massage Parlor.

- That's Johnny Ventura's place.

- Oh, goody, a real den of vice.

- Let's get out of here.

- Aaah!

Five?

- That beats a blank, Winky. (chuckling)

(faint pop-music on radio)

Hi!

- Oooh, hi!

- Hello boys!

(chuckling)

This is a private health club and we do have

a renewable initiation fee of $20.

- That sounds fair.

- Is there anything else we should know?

- The only other charge is for the shower and the sauna.

$30 a half hour, $50 an hour,

and any agreement that you make between the girls

is absolutely private and personal,

and works on a gratuity basis.

- Uh hmm, beautiful...

(kissing) - Yeah I bet you have

the ring in the trunk, Hatch.

- Oh I'm thinking about it.

- Is Hotpants around?

- Yeah as a matter of fact

I think she is available, hold on.

Ricky, will you please go to room 127?

Yeah.

We also accept all major credit cards

and we do take cash, and the shower is mandatory.

- Relax, we're Homicide.

Vice is beneath us.

- What's this about, I mean, you guy's got a warrant?

- No we just want to ask a few questions,

you got nothing to worry about.

- Yeah, I kind of like the place.

- Yeah I'm sure.

- Now which way is 127?

- Across the hall.

(sniffing)

- It's about time my man!

It is about time, that is good shit!

- Yeah I know that man.

Yeah.

Now where's my damn money, (buzzing telephone)

so I can get out of here?

- You got it, hold on.

- It's a bust!

- What?

Shit!

Shit!

If they pin this one on me, I'll be in

the slammer forever! - Hey where you going

with that stuff? - I am gonna flush this!

- Hey man are you crazy that's good shit,

what you doing?

Shit!

(energetic piano music)

- The cops probably followed you up here!

You dumb nigger you!

- Hey who the fuck you calling dumb, asshole breath?

Why in hell she call the cops?

The girl's just coked up anyway,

and can't flush a fucking toilet,

and who's she call, the cops!

Here!

- Recognize this man?

- No. - You sure you haven't

seen him before?

- No I haven't.

- Well this is Darnell Adkins...

(clattering)

- It won't flush!

- What the fuck, once it hits that water

it's no good to snort anymore!

- How long you been working here Rikki?

- About six months.

- You like your job?

- No.

- Well it looks like you lost five bucks McCabe.

Another dead end.

- I am leaving, babe!

(sniffing)

- Hey, do you want to live to be able to fuck again?

- Eh?

- C-o-o-o-o-ps!

- Oh my god it's a bust!

(shouting)

- [Man] Bye, bye!

- [Man] I want my 20 bucks back!

- [Woman] Give me back my underwear!

- [Man In Handcuffs] The key, god dammit, gimmee the key!

- [Woman] Let go of my change!

- [Woman] My husband will kill me!

- [Woman] Get off of me you sucka!

- [Man] Don't stop now!

(shouting)

- That Rikki's a nice kid.

- Yeah.

- It's a bust!

(laughter)

- Do you have an extra ring?

(laughter)

I didn't know Vice was called in?

- Oooo, neither did I .

- Why all those rumors get started?

- Nah, I don't know, shall we look in the back?

- Well there's no one to stop us.

- Mm hmm. - Let's go.

(muffled mumbling)

(chuckling)

- Hi!

(muffled reply)

How you doing, huh?

(muffled reply)

Everything okay, huh?

(patting)

(sniffing and gasping)

- (chuckling) Oh, hi!

(laughing)

Whoo!

(footsteps)

- Halt, police!

Freeze! (gunshots)

(groaning)

Ah, we know who this is.

- Adkins.

God dammit!

- He was our only lead.

- Shit!

- And it's all over this shit.

Now we got to stay up all night and make out police forms.

- What do you mean we?

I missed.

(eerie synthesizer music)

- Well Dad, are you proud of me now?

Do I measure up?

Huh?

Did you see how I took care of that nigger?

That nigger drew a knife on me.

That mother fucker drew a knife on me!

He thought he could kill this white mother fucking honky!

But you made a big fucking mistake!

'Cause I broke your mother fucking head, pimp!

You thought you was cute with all your white girls

from Hollywood Boulevard and Van Nuys Boulevard,

didn't you mother fucker?

You thought you could beat the shit

out of this white mother fucker?

Big mistake.

No, fuck you!

See what I did to him Dad?

'Cause I'm the best there is.

(ringing)

- Yeah, McCabe here.

Who?

Sure I know her.

Where is she?

All right I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Shit!

(suspenseful music) (faint police radio chatter)

- Lisa!

Don't do this to yourself.

I know we can work things out.

- I don't care.

I don't care about any of it.

- You've got your whole life ahead of you!

- All right Sargent, how are things going?

- Yeah not too bad Lieutenant,

we got the street blocked off,

we've been here about an hour.

- How long has Dr. Gale been here?

- Black and white unit brought her up about 15 minutes ago.

- She doing any good?

- No, why don't you give it a try.

- I sure will.

(gritty footsteps)

Excuse me Dr. Gale, this is a police matter.

- Fine Lieutenant.

- Hey Lisa.

- Hey Chris.

- What kind of stunt is this?

- My last one.

- [McCabe] What's the matter honey?

- Everything, that's all.

- Come on in and we'll talk it over.

- No.

(faint police chatter)

- The lights bother you?

(gasps) - It doesn't matter.

(sighing)

- Want me to call your old man?

- Don't bother, I already called him.

Told him what I was gonna do and,

he just laughed.

He said go ahead and do it.

- What do you want, attention?

Now come on, forget it,

you'll be a four-line blurb on page 20.

(startled gasp)

- I get the picture.

No one gives a shit.

- I'm here.

You know it's the first night I've had off in two weeks.

Now come on we all have our losing streaks,

give it a shot.

- Go to hell.

(faint police chatter)

- You know something?

That fall's not gonna hurt you one bit.

It's just the sudden stop.

Besides, it's against the law to commit suicide.

Now get your ass in here before you catch a cold.

- Oh!

- Come on!

- Oh Lisa!

Listen, I want you to go to the hospital in the ambulance.

And I'll stop by tomorrow to see you,

and we're gonna have a talk tomorrow after you feel better.

I think maybe you need a little bit more help

than I can give you.

- I'll talk to you later.

Sargent would you take over?

- Good work Lieutenant.

- Thanks.

- I'm real proud of you Lisa.

Oh!

- Well, how about a drink, doc?

- (chuckling) You know you were great?

I'd like to join you for a drink.

Right now I think I need a good drink, (laughing),

more than I need good company, let's go.

- Come on.

- Why are you out all night chasing killers,

why aren't you staying home doing something decent

like raising a family?

- Well cops and killers, don't keep regular hours.

(faint chatter)

Besides now, my wife ran off with a guy

that she could find at night.

- The department must mean a lot to you.

- Putting away the guy that mutilated your friend Carol

means a hell of a lot to me.

- You're okay McCabe.

- You mean for a cop?

- I mean for anybody.

- Hey...

You're Dr. Lindsay Gale, ain't 'ya?

You look just like your picture in People Magazine.

I got this brother-in-law, see,

and he's staying with me and the wife this one time,

and I come home, I come home from work,

the wife's out you know,

and he's wearing the little lady's girdle.

Which he don't look so bad in, but I don't know what--

- Hey pal.

L.A.P.D. Homicide.

Do you hang around with your brother-in-law?

You been seen with him lately?

- No, no. .. - You sure about that?

- Hold on, I think he moved to Minneapolis years ago.

We never hear from him anymore.

Never see him.

(laughter)

- Okay, thanks, the next round's on me.

- I'll hold 'ya to that.

(clinking glasses)

(clinking glasses)

- You know you weren't real nice to me when we first met?

- I was only doing my job.

- So was I.

- No kidding.

- I think it maybe all has to do with loneliness.

- Are you lonely?

- Yes, aren't you?

- Not now.

(kissing)

My my.

(romantic music)

(heavy breathing)

(moaning and kissing)

- You're an easy man to be intimate with McCabe.

- You tell all the guys that.

Now don't be so serious.

- I am serious.

- Come here.

(kissing)

(beastial grunting)

- Oh, oh...

Oh so good!

So good!

(beastial grunting)

(beastial screaming and grunting)

- I don't now which side of the street they live on.

- The house with the green door.

- The green door? - The green door.

- Thank you ma'am.

- Glad I could be of service.

(eerie synthesizer music)

(ringing doorbell)

- Just a minute!

Hello!

- Hello, I'm Kirk Smith.

I'm here for the photo session.

- What session?

- I was sent over by Loyd Weston to do your portfolio.

- But I just had my composite shot.

Oh, Jesus, Loyd is always doing this to me.

(chuckling) - Isn't that typical

of agents, always double-booking?

- Really. - God what a waste of my time.

Do you have a telephone that I can borrow

so that I may call Loyd

and get this matter straightened out?

- Sure, come on in.

- Thank you very much.

Here's my portfolio if you'd like to look at it.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

- Oh, excuse me!

The phone is here, in the dining room.

- Oh, thank you.

- Yes is Loyd Weston there?

He won't be back 'til later?

Hmm, okay, tell him I called.

I'll call back later.

Thank you.

- You know this is really nice lighting.

You do very good work.

- Thank you very much.

You're very beautiful.

You got good skin, good complexion.

- Thanks.

- I bet you're very photogenic.

- Yeah, so far (giggling).

Oh god, this is disgusting.

- I personally think it's my best work.

- Well I think it's absolutely vile,

and I wish you'd leave.

- Well, I'm sorry if a photograph's rubbed you

the wrong way, but we all have to make a living, don't we?

- Uh listen, I hate to be rude,

but I have to get ready for an interview,

so if you don't mind just leaving, I would--

- All right, but tell Loyd Weston,

that I kept my part of the bargain.

- You know you are really weird.

You are.

- You're okay, I'm dull.

- Oh well I--

Jesus Christ!

Oh my god!

You freak!

- You beautiful chicks,

you're all alike... - Jesus let me go!

(screaming)

- You are gorgeous, and you love it to.

- Stop it, let me go!

- You just love it!

- Get out! (screaming)

Help, help! (screaming)

(screaming and whimpering)

Oh please somebody...

(gasping)

(groaning and gasping)

- Ann what's going on out here?

Oh, oh!

(gasping)

Oh!

(shattering ceramic)

Oh!

Oh no! - Why the fuck

did you do that? (screaming)

You also think you're all so groovy...

- Please, please don't do this!

(whimpering) - You're nothing!

None of you are nothing!

You're all a bunch of prima donnas!

Shut up, shut up! (whimpering)

(screaming)

- No please - Shut up!

- Don't kill me. .. - Shut up!

Shut up!

(whimpering)

(heavy breathing)

Oh...

(groaning)

- Joanie, Cathy,

(knocking) are you all right?

Answer me!

Answer me, (knocking)

what's going on in there?

Are you all right in there?

(knocking)

I'm gonna call the police!

- Hatcher the son-of-a-bitch is blowing it this time.

The clues he's left behind.

We'll get the film developed in his camera

and see what kind of goodies he's dropped in our lap.

Yeah those photos weren't taken by any amateur.

- Yeah we're getting closer to this sicko.

- Let's check out that porno lead, come on.

- Jeez a murderer.

You know this could give the whole

fucking business a bad name?

Hey, I recognize this set, the set with the candles.

That's Kirk's work.

This is sick.

The guy usually he has such good taste!

I want you to know something officer,

I wouldn't print anything like this, I mean really,

candles stuck in all their privates?

That's just sick.

- Can it Sam.

I can still remember your earlier works.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

A lady and nine sailors?

That was a real masterpiece.

Now who is this guy?

- Kirk. - Kirk who?

- Kirk Smith!

- What do you know about him?

- He's good, he's a good photographer, he's tasty,

he does nice work, nice lighting, nice picture balance,

that's what I know about the guy.

- Yeah I'll bet he's a real artist.

Now where does this asshole live Sam?

- I got his address here someplace.

One of these damn drawers.

- Hey Sam, this is great!

- Huh?

- Nice horse.

- Yeah?

- Horse, hold it!

(chuckling)

Hey!

I want you guys know, I don't do shit like that no more man,

I mean really, today a little tits,

a little ass, some spread, Wesson oil, a swing shot.

- You son-of-a-bitch if you won't fucking

find that address I'll tear this fucking place apart!

Do you understand me! - All right it's here,

hold it for a second all right,

shit here, Kirk Smith, 115 Homevale, L.A., all right?

- [McCabe] Come on let's get out of here!

- I don't care for the lighting on this one Sam.

- You don't care for the lighting.

- Nice hips though.

- Nice hips.

(chuckling)

(speaking foreign language)

- All right, this is the place.

(knocking)

Police!

(knocking)

Police!

All right Hatch I'm going in, take the rear.

- Hey buddy boy, we don't have a warrant.

Now let me put a call into the D.A. .

- Hatch, screw the D.A. and the warrant.

We have probable cause.

Look at least there's federal porno violations,

now come on!

- Hey if there's anything in there

that's inadmissible the D.A. will hang us!

- You want me to take the rear, is that it?

- Oh god...

- Now come on Hatch I'm not an attorney,

I just want in, all right?

- All right.

Give me a minute, I'll go around back.

Now you're sure about this?

- You got 30 seconds then I'm through the door.

- All right remember, it's your party.

- [Officer] I want this place buttoned up real tight.

(sighing)

- Thanks for checking everything out.

- It's okay.

- Okay.

Do you really think I'm in any danger?

- Oh not really or we'd have been here sooner.

Well we've checked the whole block and everything

around here and it's real quiet.

- [Officer] Everything looks fine.

- Okay thanks.

(chirping crickets)

- Hey!

I could have told you he wasn't in.

When you knocked, he didn't answer the door.

- What did you do, run?

- Oh...

- Come on Hatch, be serious.

I want to check this place out.

I feel it in my bones that this is our man.

- Oooooooh, your bones.

Hey I expect that kind of remark from my grandmother.

(sighing)

(clattering door)

(eerie tense synthesizer music)

- There's not a god damn porno picture in the place.

- Yeah yeah yeah, I know I know,

no photos, no lights.

It's probably not even a photography studio.

- Hey, quick thinking.

Look around, what do you see?

Doll boxes, file cases, tax forms.

(chuckling)

McCabe, you eat a lot of mayonnaise, don't you?

Be careful, it can go to your brain.

- Hatch, it doesn't feel right.

- Oooooh, your bones.

Huh, you shouldn't be a cop McCabe,

you should be a weatherman.

- Fuck off.

(thumping outside)

(rattling keys)

Police! (surprised scream)

Freeze! - Put your hands on

back of your neck, right now!

Get down on you knees!

(whimpering) - All right buster,

I'm gonna read you your rights.

You have the right to remain silent,

you have the right to have an attorney present

at all times, - Aah!

(whimpering) I'm, please don't hurt me!

- His ID reads

John Feldon. - Shut up!

Shut up! - Acme Toy Company.

- Okay buster, get up.

- What in the, what in the world is this all about?

- What's in the suitcase?

- Toys.

What else?

(snapping)

- Well he don't look like a porno photographer to me.

He doesn't even have a Blow Me Up Suck Me Suzy doll.

- What are you guys talking about?

- We're looking for a photographer.

- A photographer?

I-I-if you're talking about a photographer,

you're talking about the guy next door!

He's a photographer, he's a real weirdo!

This is a, this is an office!

Can't you guys tell the difference?

- Shit Hatch, we screwed up.

- We?

Let's get out of here.

- What about this mess?

- Sir, I'm really very sorry,

I just don't have the time now to make it up to you.

- Well I want you and you, to clean up this mess!

- I can't do that.

I tell you what I can do,

I can finish reading you your rights,

and I can take you down town,

and that way you get a formal apology from the governor.

- Goodnight gentlemen.

Next door, 9D!

(sighing)

(eerie tense synthesizer music)

(faintly creaking shoe leather)

(faintly creaking shoe leather)

(whistling tea pot)

(gurgling liquid)

- All right this is the place Hatch.

This is a photography studio.

- Oh my god, we've hit it!

The mother load!

Hey there's enough porno pictures here

to sink a battleship!

Come here, take a look at this.

Huh? - You're right.

What a sicko this guy is.

(Hatcher laughs darkly)

Hatch...

Hatch! - Hmm!

- There it is, the stocking with the coin.

- Ha ha, we got him!

We got him!

(eerily anxious synthesizer music)

(faintly creaking shoe leather)

(clicking gears in rotary phone)

- Hello operator?

(clicking)

(clicking gears in rotary phone)

(clicking)

Hello operator, operator?

It's an emergenc...

(clicking gears in rotary phone)

Operator can you help me?

(clicking)

(clicking gears in rotary phone)

Hello operator?

It's an emergency can you help me?

(clicking gears in rotary phone)

(groaning in frustration)

(short scream)

Who's there!

Listen I know there's someone there!

(clattering window)

(clattering)

(clattering locks)

(scream)

Uh!

- It's not that easy, Lindsay.

Our time has come.

- That may be but not much is gonna happen

unless you release my hand.

(slapping) - Oh!

(crying and groaning) (slapping)

(screaming)

- Shut up now!

(whimpering and sobbing)

Don't move, don't move or I'll smack 'ya!

(slapping) I'll smack you!

Shut up!

Here's your wedding present, let's uh,

these are man's wedding presents.

(whimpering)

(panting)

You're being so cooperative.

- Why are you. .. - I like that.

- Why are you trying to make me afraid of you?

I am frightened of you.

What does that do to you, how does that make you feel?

- Great happiness.

(slapping) You are the great prize!

(clicking gears in rotary phone)

- McCabe!

We got a problem.

- [McCabe] I got it handled, don't worry about it.

- No I'm not bullshitting you now, I'm serious.

Oh my god, here's a shitload of pictures

of Lindsay Gale and you!

- What?

Let me see!

Christ!

Jesus Christ he's after her Hatch!

Finish that call!

Get yourself a car, check out the clinic

and the radio station, I'm gonna go to her house!

- Shut up or I'll (screaming)

tear your tit off!

Shut up!

(panting)

(gasping)

- Ramone.

Ramone!

(whimpering)

- No yo soy, Ramone,

me Ilamo, Kirk Smith.

- Kirk?

- Smith, say it.

Kirk Smith.

- Kirk Smith.

- That's right.

(wailing police siren)

(wailing police siren) (police radio chatter)

- Kirk?

You ever, have something that you care about,

(panting) you ever had a puppy,

a little puppy?

(faint painting and whimpering)

- Yeah.

- Did you love your puppy?

(whimpering)

- Yeah...

(sobbing)

Yes Dr. Gale, y-y-yes...

- [Lindsay] He love you back?

(sobbing) - I loved the puppy.

He was so sweet, he was such a little baby,

I whupped him.

We went sleeping.

I loved him so much, but I strangled the little fucker

'cause he shit all over my grandma's Oriental rug!

He shit! - No!

- Don't say no to me!

(panting) He shit all over my grandma's

Oriental rug!

(panting)

- Kirk, you need some help.

I can help you.

(gasping) I can give you some help

if you just trust me!

I can help you.

- I want to tell you something, Dr. Gale.

From the time I was a little boy,

they used to send me to a doctor every Saturday morning.

Instead of able to play with the kids on Saturday,

I went to the doctor!

I used to piss the bed up 'til I was 18-years old,

they sent me to a doctor for that!

I had trouble with my ass,

they sent me to a doctor for that!

I had trouble with my crazy-otic head,

they sent me to a doctor for that!

And you're telling me you can help me?

None of these cunts have been able to help me!

- You went to see the wrong doctors!

(gasping) You went to see

the wrong doctors!

Kirk... - You're right.

No no you're right doctor.

(whimpering)

You're right, I went to see the wrong doctors!

Oh my god you're right! - That's right!

I'm, I'm your friend!

(squealing tires) (wailing police siren)

(honking car horn)

(squealing tires)

(whimpering)

- You're right again Dr. Gale.

Oh you're right.

I made one mistake after the other, you ask,

you ask 'em, you ask my stepdad, I never measured up to him,

my mother, always, smacked me around.

You're right.

I never had enough faith in myself Dr. Gale.

Oh, but that's all gonna change now 'cause I just...

Dr. Gale forgive me!

I've made a mistake, I've been a naughty boy!

I've been naughty.

I'm gonna untie you...

Oh I'm so, I'm sorry, forgive me!

- With someone it's easy...

- Yes,

like most nagging women! (screaming)

I let her inside me! (whimpering)

Shut up!

Shut up! - You're wrong!

- You shut your fucking mouth!

You're like most nagging women!

I like you silent! (screaming)

I like you silent Dr. Gale!

(muffled screaming)

Shut your fucking mouth Dr. Gale!

Shut up, shut up, shut up shut up, shut up, shut up!

(chirping crickets)

(squealing tires)

(car door opening and closing)

(chirping crickets) (approaching footsteps)

(slamming door)

(eerily tense synthesizer music)

Jesus Christ

(scuffling and grunting)

(groaning)

Son of a...

- Oh!

(powerful blows)

(Kirk laughing)

(grunting and groaning)

(Kirk laughing) (groaning)

(heavy breathing)

(grunting and groaning)

(crashing)

Come on you...

(eerily tense synthesizer music)

(heavy blow)

(heavy blow) - You son-of-a-bitch!

(grunting and scuffling)

(bestial growling)

(firing pistol) (scream of pain)

(groaning and sobbing)

(heavy blow) (groaning)

(groaning and sobbing)

(groaning)

(clicking handcuffs)

Hmm, Jesus...

(clicking handcuffs)

(panting)

(Lindsay moaning)

Oh...

(muffled sobbing)

(sobbing)

I know honey I know I know sweetheart, hang on...

(crying and sobbing)

- You saved...

- Oh!

(sobbing)

(eerily sinister synthesizer music)

(grunting)

(snapping)

(groaning)

(relieved laughing)

Oh I got that son-of-a-bitch!

Oh, oh...

(dramatic music) (screaming)

(grunting and yelling) (scuffling)

(gunshot)

(groaning)

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

(groaning)

(gunshots)

(groaning)

(gunshot)

(groaning) (eerie synthesizer music)

(splashing water)

Adios, creep.

(sloshing water) (chirping crickets)

(beep)