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[Man] Take it off now!

The similarities are strong enough to suggest a pattern.

Both made to strip to music and then raped and slashed to death.

All these terrible murders, this terrible tension.

Pep, you'll be Mrs. Amy King.

- And act as bait for the rapist. - That too.

That's a policewoman you got there with you!

All right. Break it in.

[Man] You listen to me! 'Cause I got your friend!

I'm gonna kill her!

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[No Audible Dialogue]

Hey, what's the hurry? Visiting hours aren't up yet.

- I've got things to do. - Oh.

Listen, if you're planning a surprise party, don't make it too big.

Okay? Oh. [Chuckles]

Ellie, thanks for these... and for being you.

Now, don't get sexy.

Tomorrow night, we'll get sexy.

Can I count on it?

You can count on it.

Good-bye now.

[Chuckles] [Door Closes]

Well, now. Last visit, huh, Miss Tarlow?

Yeah. My husband's going home tomorrow.

Why don't we just forget about it today?

Sort of my way of saying, um, good luck to the both of you.

Well, that's really very nice, but I want you to take it. Honest.

Hey, Miss Tarlow!

Have a nice day.

[Hammering]

[Ripping]

[Hammering]

What do you want?

[Man] Put down the hammer.

Put down the hammer! Drop it!

Now! [Gasps]

[Chuckles]

?? [Radio: Funk]

Okay, dance.

?? [Continues]

Come on. Dance. Dance.

[Snapping Fingers]

Sexy. Come on.

Sexy.

Come on. Sexy!

Yeah. Oh, that's good.

Take off your clothes.

Come on. Take your clothes off.

Take 'em off! No!

- Now! - [Sobbing]

- Don't stop! - [Crying]

You're real... Oh, baby.

[Murmuring]

Come on. Don't stop.

Come on. Don't stop. Take 'em all off!

[Gasping, Sobbing]

[Bill] Drinks are on me, Dugan. To the end of your bachelor days.

[Pete] Pepper says she's got a surprise for you. She's on her way.

Best stuff in the house for the young husband. [Chattering]

Congratulations. [Ringing]

There's gotta be worse things than gettin' married.

Hello. Vinnie's. [Chattering Continues]

Yeah. Just a minute. Bill, telephone.

Crowley! Telephone! Huh?

[Chattering, Laughing]

Was that one the redhead?

I don't believe it. [Laughing]

At ease, gentlemen. At ease. Hi, guys.

Hey, Dugan, I got somethin' for you. Oh, yeah?

To give to Betty. Oh.

It's an old Peruvian charm for brides.

That's really nice. It's one of those fertility symbols, I think.

Oh, no, no. It's too late for that. [Laughs]

[All Laughing] Hey. Joe, Pete.

Hey. Hey, look. One light beer for the lady.

Don't let anybody steal my drink.

I hope Betty's superstitious. Thanks, Pep.

Hey, Bill, what is it? What is it?

- It ain't the redhead, is it? - Hi, Pep.

That was Marsh on the phone. He's got a 187.

Victim's a female Caucasian, about 30.

Found dead in her home a few minutes ago...

Raped, slashed with a razor some 20-odd times.

And her husband's a patient at Bryan Memorial.

Wait a minute. The lady last week... What was her name?

- Anna Savelli. - Right.

Anna Savelli. The similarities are strong enough to suggest a pattern.

Both women in their 30s, both of them had husbands at Bryan...

and apparently, both made to strip to music...

and then raped and slashed to death.

Wonder what kind of a freak we got this time.

I don't know.

I... I have no idea.

Did your wife tell you about anybody?

Did she ever mention anybody at all who was

giving her a bad time or was bothering her?

Mr. Tarlow?

No.

I'd rather you postpone this until tomorrow.

He's under heavy sedation, Lieutenant.

And his wife is the second murder victim...

of a patient in this hospital within a week, okay?

Two minutes.

Your job, ours...

Ain't always a lot of laughs, is it?

Mr. Tarlow, please, just try to think now.

Can you think of anybody at all? Anybody.

Yesterday,

she mentioned, uh, phone.

- A phone call? - The phone rang.

She said hello. No answer.

She said hello again.

Then a click.

Sh-She...

- She... - She was upset.

I... I said, Ellie, it...

It happens all the time.

Don't worry. Please.

Don't worry.

[Crying]

[Crying Continues]

[Pepper] Her instinct was right.

Especially with a girl alone, you get so you can tell a phone creep...

when you pick up the receiver.

Okay. We just got clearance to work inside the hospital.

Bill will go in as a patient...

A Mr. Donald King, businessman, undergoing extensive tests.

Only the top hospital administrators know about this thing.

Our contact's a Dr. Abraham Foreman.

- Pep, you'll be, uh, Mrs. Amy King, my wife. - Do I have to?

It was a tough decision, honey. It was either you or Joe.

Oh. [Laughing]

You gotta pay me visits twice a day regularly... afternoons and evenings.

I want you to really show yourself around that hospital.

Get friendly with as many people as possible.

Pick up whatever information you can.

And act as bait for the rapist.

That too. Yeah.

Joe, you'll cover as an orderly,

likewise picking up information.

You know. Mix it up with the personnel.

You been in the files again, huh?

Were you a medic, or weren't you, man?

Back to bedpan alley. Thanks a lot. [Laughs]

Pete, you work on the outside with me. Right.

I check in at 11:00. Pep, you pay your first visit at 1:00.

Can I make it 2:00? I got a lunch date.

- Break it. - With my sister.

Oh, yeah. Well, I'll see you at 2:00.

Here you are, Cheryl. Isn't she pretty?

She's very, very French, and her name is Monique.

What?

Your sister is Monique, and you're a boy? Pierrot?

Oh. I'm very, very sorry, Monsieur. What?

Oh, no. I'll make sure it never, never happens again.

Now,

how about having some lunch?

Just you and me and a butterfly or two, if they want to come along.

Look. Apples.

And grapes.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Curtis. Dr. Curtis.

Please call 104 West.

Hold it.

And our job is to make you as comfortable as possible.

Well, I sure appreciate it, ladies.

Hello. Oh, hi, honey. Come on in.

Hello, darling. This is my wife, Amy.

This is Mrs. Wadsworth and Mrs. Bailey.

Look what the ladies gave me. Isn't that pretty?

Oh, that's beautiful. And we have a large collection of paperbacks, Mr. King.

If you ever feel too tired to read, one of our young assistants can come in.

Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary.

Uh, I guess not. My wife thinks that won't be necessary.

[Laughing]

- I brought you the afternoon paper. - Oh.

"Second hospital patient's wife found"...

Oh, just terrible. Awful.

Did you ladies know this Mrs. Tarlow? Yes, we did.

We knew Mrs. Savelli too. Oh, really?

The other young woman whose husband is here.

Oh, they're both so young. Mrs. King, I don't mean to frighten you,

but you really have to be very careful.

- Facts are facts, you know. - I will.

That's enough of that. You will call on us, won't you? Yes, I will.

- Thanks a lot, ladies. Thank you. - [Door Closes]

Nice flowers. Who sent them?

I did.

They make a very nice couple, don't you think? Yes. Then again, you never...

You know, Peggy, how you forget sometimes to lock that kitchen door at night.

And the patio door. I won't forget anymore, honey. Honest.

It's not funny, sweetheart. I know it isn't.

Give me a kiss. I gotta go. I'll see you tonight after I feed the kids.

Okay. Bye.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Escobar. Admitting desk, please.

How's, uh, Cheryl doin'? Not too bad.

Are we enjoyin' our little stay here?

I thought I asked for a bedpan. You get gumdrops instead.

Oh, yeah? Peppermint? Horehound.

What else you got? You heard anything? Suspects like ants at a picnic.

You ask around, you find out that every other male employee is a possible rapist,

including interns, residents, ambulance drivers and orderlies.

Pep, down in the lobby, I noticed a bulletin board.

Why don't you make up a little card?

Somethin' like, uh... "Dachshund For Sale. Mrs. Amy King."

Put your phone number on it.

What a girl won't do for a hundred bucks an hour.

Listen, you're in Criminal Conspiracy now, kid. She thinks she's still in Vice.

Right. Mind if I make it a schnauzer?

Just don't make it a police dog. [Laughing]

Whoa. Okay. A five.

And here's your change. One, two...

- How's Mr. Lakes? - Oh, he's better.

- He'll be going home soon, huh? - Yeah, any day now.

Yeah.

Oh. Three, four.

Thanks. Thank you.

As long as he hasn't been in an accident. I don't think so.

Hello, ladies. Hello, Mrs. King.

If you're waiting for a cab, maybe I can help you.

No, thank you. My grandson's picking us up.

There he is now.

There you are. Hi, Grandma. Mrs. Bailey.

Hello, dear. Two minutes late.

Six minutes. Mrs. King, this is my grandson, Martin.

How do you do? And his friend, Shana Reed.

Hi. Mrs. King's husband's on our floor.

Oh, good. Good. Can we give you a lift?

Oh, no. I have my car, but thanks. Okay.

Bye, Miss King. Well, hop in, kids.

Thanks, Miss Amy King. How'd you know?

Well, I make it a practice of learning my customers' names.

Now, drive careful. I wouldn't want anything to happen to this lovely car.

[Chuckles] Thank you.

Good night. Good night.

[Ringing]

- Hello? - Hey, Pep. Bill.

Everything all right? Did you get that card up on the bulletin board?

Everything's all right, and I put it up. Top left corner.

Oh. Uh, by any chance,

did you have someone keep an eye on the apartment?

- No. Why? - Oh, nothing.

Except I noticed... Noticed what?

Hey, Pep. You okay?

Um, nothing. Nothing at all.

See you in the morning, Bill.

[Woman] Bryan Memorial. Good morning.

Bryan Memorial. Mr. Thurmond? He's in... 712.

Bryan Memorial. Good morning. Bryan Memorial.

Oh, Dr. Foreman? One moment.

Oh, yes, I will. Thank you. I'll connect you.

Bryan Memorial. Good morning.

Well, now I've heard everything. Huh.

They want me to go and visit a patient.

Mind the store, girls.

[Knocking] Come in.

Mr. King? That's right.

I'm Therese Russo. The telephone operator.

I'm sorry, Therese. From the sound of your voice on the phone,

I just was expecting an older woman.

Uh, Mr. King, do you mind telling me what this is all about?

Well, first of all, I'm not Mr. King. That's great.

Oh. You're a cop.

Therese, two women have been raped and murdered... patients' wives.

We think the man who did it may work here in the hospital.

What has that got to do with me?

Well, you're a... You're a telephone operator.

You hear things. I don't listen in.

No, but you hear things.

Yeah, well, naturally you hear things, but...

Look, I'm not asking you to listen in, Therese, but, uh...

Well, let's face it. Neither one of us was born yesterday.

You're trying to con me. Now, uh...

Therese, that's really not my style. [Sighs]

Look, I'm not a snoop, and I'm not a cop.

And I just don't do that kind of thing. I'm sorry.

Therese, two women were murdered.

[Speaking Italian] Hmm. What?

[Italian]

I just said women are something else.

Oh, no, I know what you said.

But I thought that thing that you showed me said that your name was Crowley.

That's right. And you speak italiano?

Yeah, that's right. How come you speak italiano?

I had this little grandmother that came from a town nobody ever heard of,

outside of Naples, called Torre del Greco.

You're kidding? You're kidding? Huh?

'Cause my family comes from a town right across the way.

Torre Annunziata. Torre Annunziata?

[Italian] [Laughs, Italian]

[Both Laughing] Well, that's incredible.

[Italian] Ah! Would I kid you?

Hey, no, you're putting me on.

[Italian] With those Irish eyes, you're not Italian.

[Italian]

Listen, if you're from Naples, how come you're not singing?

Ecco.

?? [Singing In Italian]

?? [Singing Continues] ?? [Singing In Italian]

You know it, huh? [Laughing] Che bella voce!

Canto come Mario Lanza.

No, no, no. You sing like an Irish tenor. No.

Morning, Miss Amy King.

Good morning, Mr., uh...

- You really wanna know? - Tit for tat.

Good morning.

[Water Running]

Bill? Pep. Yeah. I'll be right out.

Got a name for you. Oh?

Fred Asher. Who's that?

Casanova of the parking booth. Big eyes for the ladies.

Bad vibes? Yeah. Kinky.

You want me, Bill? Yeah.

The telephone operator's got a suspect for me too.

A Dr. Gabriel Shaver... He's a resident here.

She said he's been paying a lot of special attention to the patients' wives.

So? So check him out with Foreman.

What's that guy's name? Your guy. Asher.

Asher, huh? Follow through on him.

Get out there and mingle. Let the folks see you. Right.

Come on. Let's move it. Get your tails in gear.

Incipient peptic ulcer. [Joe] Aggravating constantly.

Ciao, darling.

Try to hold it down... to 98.6.

Doctor says I'll be able to start playing tennis in a week.

That's sensational. When you get back, would you bring me a paper?

Sure, honey.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Curtis. Please call 104 West.

Dr. Curtis. Dr. Curtis.

See ya. See ya.

Not a chance. Are you sure of that?

Of course I'm sure. Dr. Shaver was on duty both of the murder nights.

Well, of course, I've heard rumors about him,

but I've checked him out personally.

Oh, he likes to pinch nurses.

[Chuckles] Nobody's perfect.

Doctor, I'm sure you understand we have to check out...

every possible lead, no matter who.

Yes, of course.

Tell me, when is all this going to end?

All these terrible murders, this terrible tension.

We're trying to run a hospital here.

That's difficult enough these days.

Now we have to cope with frightened patients...

and their frightened wives.

Doctor, I know the problem.

Trust us. We are doing our best.

And thank you.

Later, Doug.

[Opens, Closes Drawer]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Gasps, Whimpers]

[All Laughing]

I'm glad to hear that Mr. King's coming along.

Thank you. He should be getting home soon. Good.

You tell him we're disappointed he never calls on us. All right.

Oh. Hello, dear. Hi, Grandma. How are you?

Mrs. King. Martin.

Well, good night, everybody. [Others] Good night.

[Footsteps Approaching]

Pepper, we just got a call from Pete.

There's been another 187. Wife of the guy next door to Bill.

It happened out at Forester Park, just off Lake Road.

[Helicopter Whirring Overhead]

[Chatter On Police Radio]

Hello, Pepper. Lieu.

Bobby, let's pick up her clothes.

Pep.

I guess he made her strip and dance like the others.

I'm afraid so, Pep.

[Vehicle Door Closes]

I wanna see that lab report as soon as it comes in. [Knocking]

Who is it? It's me, Therese.

Come on in, Therese.

There's not a hell of a lot I can do tied to a hospital bed, is there?

Yeah, I'll talk to you later. [Handset Clatters In Cradle]

Yeah, what do you got, Therese?

Boy, it's so awful.

Another woman murdered.

Uh, her husband, he picks up the phone, and, uh,

he tries to call their children.

And, um, he just busts out bawling like a baby.

Huh. I couldn't even put the call through.

Uh, listen. Uh, about this guy...

This, uh, Fred Asher that you mentioned.

What about him? Well, something's wrong.

Like what?

Like how you told me how he wrote on his work sheet...

that he was working here on the night that Mrs. Tarlow was murdered, this Tuesday.

Well, I know that he was away from here, at least for a while,

because I took a call from him.

He wanted to talk to this nurse here.

But it just so happens that she wasn't here,

'cause she's off on Tuesdays.

Sir. You're not supposed to be down here.

Patients aren't allowed in the lobby. I'm just stretchin' my legs.

Would you please stretch them back up...

My wife left an ad up here. You didn't see

anybody take anything off this board, did you?

No, I didn't. Now, please, would you...

[Knocking]

Who is it? [Joe] It's Pete and Joe.

We barge in on anything? Oh, no.

Steve McQueen's upstairs in the shower, but nothing special.

Well, Pep, break out the blankets. Huh?

Joe and I are spendin' the night. What's wrong?

Well, Bill checked the bulletin board. Your advertisement's missing.

He took the bait. Well, we'll see.

We checked out Asher, and he was free during the time of all three murders.

Mm-hmm. Crowley got anything in mind?

Sure does. Asher gets off tomorrow at 3:00.

That gives you exactly five minutes.

Okay, Pep, get goin'.

And be careful.

[Door Closes]

[Tires Squealing]

Well, hello there, Miss Amy King.

Well, hello, Mr. Fred Asher.

Are you waiting for someone? No. My car broke down. I just phoned for a cab.

[Chuckles] Looks like we both got off work at the same time tonight.

Well, I don't consider visiting my husband work.

Oh. Well, I mean... I didn't mean it like that.

[Chuckles] I was trying to be funny, you know?

I'm... I'm sorry. That's okay.

Hey, uh, why don't I drive you home?

I'll tell Charlie in the booth to cancel the cab.

Well, if it's not too far out of your way.

Are you kidding? My pleasure. Great.

[Engine Starts]

Thank you. Yes, indeed.

[Asher] Tell me somethin', Amy.

Will your husband be getting out of the hospital soon?

I hope. Must be very lonely with him away like that.

I mean, I live alone, and I know what that feeling's like.

Well, uh, Fred, I think it would be more correct to say...

that I was more lonely before he went in.

It's right here. It's his job. He travels a lot.

It's the most I've seen of him in months.

[Engine Stops] That's the way it goes, I guess.

Well, Mr. Fred Asher, I wanna thank you very much.

My pleasure.

Amy, um, would you like to have dinner?

Oh, I couldn't. I have dinner tonight.

But, um, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?

Could you change that to a drink?

Here you go. Oh. Thank you.

Uh, where's yours? Maybe a little later.

This is really a nice place. Thank you.

Well, I'm still working on it.

[Sighs] Hey.

?? [Funk] All right!

I bet you never would guess I won a trophy for this when I was in the navy.

Yeah. U.S.O. show. The frug... me and this nurse.

Hey, baby, dance with me. Come on.

Oh, I don't know. Sure.

Ooh, look at you move. Well, all right.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Oops. Oh, nuts. What's the matter?

Wrong shoes for dancing. I'll go put on the right ones.

Okay. You make yourself comfortable.

Thank you.

I'll be right back. Okay.

?? [Continues]

I thought, as long as I was here, I'd see the rest of your place.

This is it.

Your lonely room? Mm-hmm.

It's very nice.

"Pep-per." Pepper.

That's me. That's my nickname.

Mm. Pepper.

Is that what you want me to call you?

Right now, you'd better stick to "Mrs. Amy King."

Ah, whatever turns you on.

That doesn't. Sorry. [Chuckles]

Well, honey, we just met. Takes time, doesn't it?

Hmm? I don't want you to do that.

Don't, uh... What's the matter, baby? What's wrong?

I asked you for coffee. That's what I asked you to come up for.

I don't want anything else. Amy, what's the matter?

I don't want... I want you to stop.

What the hell is that?

Hey. Rape? Murder? Come on, man. You gotta be kiddin'!

The night of the 17th... Where were you, Asher?

Um, I told you. I was home.

- You live alone? - Yep.

- How about the night of the 24th? - Twenty-fourth?

Yeah, I was home again.

You were supposed to be working that night.

Uh, well, I reported in that night, but I didn't feel very good.

And, uh, I took... I went home for a couple of hours.

You go home yesterday? Yesterday. Um, uh... [Stammering]

I took off. I got in my car, and I went for a drive.

Took off? Where? The desert.

Alone? Yeah, I went alone.

I... I had things to think about, you know?

What kind of things? Personal things.

You expect us to believe that? Yes!

Okay, I've had it with you.

Pete, book this guy on attempted rape.

- Turn it over to the D.A.'s office. - Hey. Hey, wait a minute.

Hey. Hey, man.

Hey, I could use a drink, you know?

[TV: Western]

[Whooping, Shouting]

Hey. You get anything? [TV Clicks Off]

Did Asher roll over?

Asher rolled over... The wrong way.

- What do you mean? - Well, he talked, but not about any murders.

It seems he's been shacking up with this chick

who happens to be married to a surgeon here.

He just didn't want to bring down any heat on 'em.

- Confirmed? - Confirmed.

I'm gonna get some coffee. Anybody want any?

[Joe] I'll take some tea. Pep.

I don't want you leaving the floor without cover.

The coffee machine's at the end of the hall.

You heard what I said, right? Yes, boss.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Granville. Please call the operator.

Dr. Granville. Oh. Mrs. King?

Yes? May I speak with you for a second?

Oh, sure. I was just going for coffee.

It's about your advertisement... For the schnauzer...

The one my grandson took off the bulletin board.

Martin? Yes. You see, uh...

He's going back to school in England next month.

And the, uh... The Customs are very strict.

They quarantine all pets for six months before admitting them.

Yes, I know. I don't think that'd be fair to Martin or to the animal.

I thought I'd talk to him about it, but I...

I'm afraid I would upset him.

Not that he gets that way... anymore.

Being away has helped him enormously... with his problem.

What kind of problem?

I think the best way to describe his problem...

would be to call it an emotional condition.

It developed about the time that his father died... of cancer.

- How long ago was that, Doctor? - Oh, about six or seven years ago.

Did he die here in the hospital? Yes.

It was a doubly tragic thing. You see,

Martin's mother... a beautiful young woman...

I always thought unstable emotionally.

She left... Ran away with another man.

Well, the boy suffered an emotional breakdown, became violent.

Well, they sent him to London for psychiatric treatment.

Yeah. Joe, Pete, alert all the men in the hospital...

to be on the lookout for the Wadsworth kid.

Pepper, locate the grandmother and stay with her. Right.

[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Ward. 561.

[Woman] "The discovery of that fact should bring about a major revolution...

"in the concept of man and the universe.

But is there such a"... Excuse me, Mrs. Bailey.

Do you know where I can find Mrs. Wadsworth? Edith?

She's probably helping in one of the patients' rooms.

Is something the matter, Mrs. King? Uh, probably not.

The kid's here. In the hospital?

The garage attendant spotted him about 10 minutes ago.

[Woman] Dr. Ward. 561, west wing. Dr. Ward.

[Gasps] Not a sound, or I'll slit your throat.

Now, you just be real quiet, okay?

[Breathing Heavily] Just real quiet.

And remember.

[Gasping] Just be quiet.

I don't think the night watchman will mind if we use his pad.

He doesn't come in till 6:00. What do you want?

What do you think, tramp?

Oh!

Like music? ?? [Funk]

I like music very much.

Mrs. Wadsworth. Yes? Mr. King.

Have you seen my wife in the last few minutes? No, I haven't.

What about your grandson? Have you seen him? No. Why?

Stay with this police officer, Mrs. Wadsworth. I'll have to explain later.

But... But, Mr. King... I'll explain later.

I've been watching you for the past few days. Do you know that?

Keepin' an eye on you. [Breathing Heavily]

Good little wife comes to visit her ailing husband.

But all the time, managing to leave the room to wander in the hallways.

Eyes roving.

Eyes roving all over the place.

Smiling at everybody, even smiling at me.

You dig that, don't you... Turning guys on like that?

Yeah.

Well, your husband may not know it, but I do!

And you wanna know something else I know?

I know that you're filth, and you're rotten!

And I'm gonna make you pay for it.

Did you kill those women?

Why, Martin? Why'd you do that?

I don't know.

I don't know. My old buddy, the English shrink,

would probably say I was getting back at my mother.

He used to blame everything on my mother.

I'll only be gone a little while, Martin.

But Dad's dying!

Just a little while.

Hey, Bill. One of the interns just found this on the elevator.

The strap's been slashed. [Footsteps Approaching]

A nurse says she thinks she saw them on the elevator.

And she said it was going up.

Let's go. Pete, get some special equipment in case we need it up there.

Right.

?? [Jazz] Hey.

Hey, that's a sexy beat, isn't it?

[Turns Up Volume]

You wanna dance?

Come on. Let's dance, okay?

?? [Continues]

I said dance!

[Rattles Door] Martin?

Police. Open up!

Come on, Martin. Open up. I see you back there.

Martin, that's a policewoman you got back there with you.

Now, don't compound your problems. Let her go.

Martin! Come on.

All right. Break it in.

Come on.

[Martin] Get outta here!

You stay off this roof, or I'll slit her throat!

Okay, Martin. Okay. We'll get off the roof.

But you can't escape from up here, son.

I'll tell you what...

You let her go, and I promise you you won't get hurt.

No! You listen to me!

'Cause I got your friend,

and if you don't, I'm gonna kill her!

Okay, I'm listenin'.

I want you to get a car for me. [Mouthing Words]

And I want you creeps to keep your hands off of me...

until I get in that car and get outta here.

You understand? 'Cause if you don't,

then you're not gettin' your lady friend back in one piece.

You know we can't do that, Martin.

You've got to, or I'm gonna kill her.

No deal, son.

Yeah? Well, you ask this lady here what she thinks about that,

about what her friends think about her.

Huh? What do you think about that, lady? Huh? No deal.

I want you to listen to me, son.

Listen, we just wanna help you.

We don't wanna have to hurt you or kill you. We just wanna help you.

You're sick, and you need help. [Helicopter Approaching]

Help me? [Gasping]

Help me? How?

[Helicopter Whirring]

Okay. First, I want you to let her go, Martin...

Real easy and unhurt.

No!

And then, Martin, I want you to drop that razor...

and walk over here to me.

And I promise you, son... I promise you.

I'll get you to a doctor or a hospital or someplace.

But I'll get you someplace that's gonna get you some help.

I don't want any more help!

But you need it, Martin.

Now, you think about what I just said.

Think about... Think about your grandmother, son.

Think how she must feel, knowing...

Knowing that you're up here doing what you're doing.

I mean, you love your grandmother, don't you?

Don't you?

You get that thing outta here!

Get it outta here! You get it outta here,

or I'm gonna jump off this roof, and I'm takin' her with me!

Get it outta here, or I go!

Okay, son. We'll get it outta here.

Get that chopper the hell outta here, will ya?

It'll take a minute, but we're gettin' rid of it.

Air 3. Air 3. Get that chopper out of here.

Get it out now.

Okay, Martin. We got rid of it for you.

Now, are you gonna let me out of here?

Or am I going over this roof? Huh?

Pepper!

Now!

You all right, kid? Yeah. I guess.

You okay? Yeah.

You hang on to this till we put in for a new Dior or Chanel or...

How would you like a Balenciaga this time?

And all that good stuff. No jokes.

Please, not now. No jokes.

Thanks a lot, guys.

It's been a tough day, huh, kid?

Well, it goes with the territory.

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