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You wanna play? Depends on what you have in mind.

There are indications that the lady had herself quite an evening.

Are you trying to say she was promiscuous?

And his face was covered with a stocking. But his hands were black.

Every time one of them gets the idea they've

been raped, it has to be by a black man!

You were intimate with her?

We both were. We didn't kill her.

I didn't kill her! I swear! I...

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How many times you been to bed with him?

I never saw him before. I didn't know him.

Oh, how many times have we heard that before?

I don't care. It's the truth.

Are you used to going out alone at 10:00 at night to get a bite?

If I have to, yes.

How many times have you had sexual relations in the last two weeks, huh?

I don't have to answer that!

Look, that man threatened to kill me. I was the victim.

I didn't do anything wrong. He raped me.

Oh, this guy just walked up to you out of the clear blue.

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Oh!

I think Sergeant Anderson and Inspector Krug

gave us a nice little melodramatic performance.

But we thought that since our unit's been assigned...

to investigate rape victims' interrogation,

we'd just start out by showing you what not to do.

I know it's shocking to me that 90% of the

rapes in this country are never reported...

because the women are afraid of how we, the police, are gonna treat 'em.

Now, let's start all over again. This time, we do it the right way.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry to put you through this again, miss,

but tell me, please, exactly what happened.

Oh. Do I have to tell it again?

He held a knife to my throat,

and he said if I didn't let him, he was gonna kill me right there.

Nice.

Beautiful.

Hey, you look great. Good.

The lips. The lips. Got it.

Nice. Oh, beautiful.

Come on, sweetheart. Hey, okay.

Good, good, good, good.

Okay, come on, baby. Come on. Let me see it. Let me see it.

Good, good, good.

Beautiful. Okay, okay.

Up here, Wanda, sweetheart. Come on now.

Sweetheart, look, look. This way. No.

Wanda. Forget it.

Why forget it? Come on. We're almost done. A couple more shots.

Forget it. I'm tired. I'm cold. The light is perfect.

I'm not a professional. Your time is up.

Besides, Mama needs a drink. God.

God. You're starting to work so well.

I just don't understand you sometimes.

Oh, come on, Wanda. And the loot.

Hey.

What happened to the 20 I just gave you?

Oh, honey, would you do that to Mama?

Baby, I depend upon you.

Sure, sure. Who do I have?

Oh, baby. Smile!

Hey, I got a great idea.

Come with me tonight to Jake's Place.

I'm gonna be so lonesome.

What, and watch you operate? No chance. Pass.

You can't afford it all.

Oh, Papa-san! Papa-san! Hey!

Hey, no, no, don't! Don't! Wanda!

Why, I better... Get out of here!

- You two-bit tramp. - I always knew you were a fisherman.

"It has been impossible to show that asphyxia alone...

"leaves any persistent ill effects.

Plus, in a series, um, of 90..."

Am I going too fast for you, Joe? Are you kidding?

Joe, I could do better than that with gloves on.

Will you eat your celery and let me type, please?

Okay, here we go.

"There is very little direct evidence to support the theory of asphyxia."

Hey, Bill, does anybody ever read these reports?

Only if they're neatly typed. Celery? It's good for you.

I didn't know rabbits wore ties.

Yeah, uh, Tom, Crowley. Did you call me?

Sure I do. Grainger Manufacturing,

worth a cool 20 million the last time I didn't clip my coupons.

Right. Pepper, we're on.

Hmm? What about the report?

You ever heard of Walter Grainger, Grainger Manufacturing?

Sure. His wife just got raped.

I don't care what your superiors told you. I want you out of here right now.

My wife is too upset to answer any more questions,

and if you don't stop annoying us, I'm going to the commissioner.

Excuse me, Mr. Grainger. I'm Sergeant Crowley. This is Sergeant Anderson.

The captain asked us to come right over.

Now, will you get these people out of here? I can handle it from here.

Did the, uh, officers take a statement from your wife, sir?

In intimate detail. She was so upset, I finally had to call Captain Peters.

Yeah. Well, that's, uh, why Sergeant Anderson's here.

It's easier, under these circumstances, for them to talk to another woman as a rule.

Pep, you want to go in? Excuse me.

Mrs. Grainger. Mrs. Grainger.

I'm Sergeant Anderson. Can we go someplace?

Mom, come on. No. Don't make me say it again. Please, don't.

It's got to be done. Come on. I'll stay with you.

Come on.

Carol, you don't have to answer any more questions if you don't feel up to it.

Daddy, I'll take care of her. It's all right.

Mr. Grainger, was this up here all along?

It's Carol's.

He wasn't interested in robbery, if that's what you're trying to imply.

I wasn't really trying to imply anything, Mr. Grainger.

If you could, Mrs. Grainger, from the beginning.

That's best.

Well, there was a man here earlier.

H-He... He delivered chairs for my daughter's wedding reception on Saturday,

and he was a black man.

And I thought he'd gone. And I came in here to draw my bath,

and I pinned up my hair.

And then, uh, somebody came up behind me.

And he tore my robe open, and he spun me around.

And his face was covered with a stocking.

But his hands were black.

He must have knocked me unconscious,

because I woke up and I was lying naked...

here on the bed.

And he cut my hair.

Attababy! Attababy!

Go for it!

Stupid ball!

Hey, Jake, come on. Don't you think you've had enough?

Well, it's a funny time to start living clean.

Hey, Thelma. I see you brought your father.

Oh, you got some food. Thank you.

Things are looking up, old buddy. You wanna play a little, honey?

Well, just depends on what kind of game you want to play.

Hey, Jake, buy the little lady a drink.

I'll drink to that.

Yeah, George, I mean, did you touch Mrs. Grainger?

What's that supposed to mean, did I touch her?

I mean, did you have sexual relations with her, George?

What the hell are you talkin'... Sit down, George!

I mean did you have sexual relations with her?

I delivered those chairs, and that's all I did.

- Then what did you do?

Then I went home. I was with a friend of mine. We had some beers together.

And he can prove it. Or doesn't proof matter?

Is it still just pick-'em-up and lock-'em-up with people like me?

- Take off your shirt. - Why?

Take off your shirt, George.

Please.

Turn around.

Joe, just for the record,

make a note that we didn't find any scratches on Mr. Thomas's body.

Nevertheless, I'm gonna have to hold you.

No! I didn't rape her! I didn't rape her! What is it with these honky women?

Every time one of them thinks she's been raped, it has to be by a black man!

It's happenin' to brothers of ours all the time and it just keeps on happenin'.

Look, George. Right now, you're neither black nor white.

You're our number one suspect. Come on. Let's go.

Oh, give me another one of them tame little drinks.

Mmm! Oh, don't be mad, lover boy. It happens to everybody sometime.

Oh, Wanda doesn't have any more. Do you have any more?

You don't have any!

Good!

Wait. You're pulling it. Come on. Give me that!

Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

It's coming down. Look! I know! I know! Just leave me alone, all right? I got it!

You blew it, man!

Okay, Jim, I want a full copy of everything first

thing in the morning up in Crowley's office.

Make that duplicate. Maybe even triplicate, all right?

All right, everybody, step aside. Come on, move it aside. Make a hole.

All right, fellas, now please, I want to have a full report from the coroner...

first thing in the morning, all right?

It's very important that we get it right away.

All right, let's move it along. Okeydokey.

Hey, Bill. What have we got here?

Well, it's murder/rape. Probably rape. No I.D.

We found these in her handbag.

Not exactly the type of chick who'd have to have her arm twisted, huh?

Who found her, Pete? Those kids over there with Officer Hayes.

Stick these in your purse.

You say you've never seen her? No, sir. No.

- Oh, hi, Sarge. This is Paul Majors and Larry... - Kelso.

Kelso. They and the kids, they found the young lady.

Was the girl familiar to any of you guys? I mean, did you ever see her before?

- Never. - What about you?

- Oh, no, sir. - What about you, hon?

She was just lying there. She had her dress on all backwards.

You kids come here a lot?

Yeah. Just about every week. We come to fly our models.

Any of you see any newcomers or anybody suspicious around here this morning?

- What about you? You? - No.

- What about you, Paul? - I just told him, no.

Okay.

Hey, Charlie, how'd she get blood all over the bottoms of her feet?

It's not blood. It's spaghetti sauce. Marinara, to be exact.

Looks like she went wading in it.

And then there's some red wax underneath her

fingernails. And on her dress, some chalk.

You guys don't realize how completely thorough we are down here.

You got any other little goodies you didn't tell us about?

Yeah. There are indications that the lady had herself quite an evening.

- Are you trying to say she was promiscuous? - Now, you said that, not me.

Look, that's kind of unfair. You know, we can't be sure.

Pepper, what's the matter with you?

A hooker gets herself knocked off and we hardly all go to pieces.

You can't be positive that it isn't rape.

You know, that Grainger lady up on the hill doesn't

exactly have the market cornered on concern.

I don't like it a bit. I'm just going...

I'm just going by the evidence, sweetheart.

The point is you didn't see her hands tied behind her back in the pictures, did you?

So what? Hey, Bill.

Look, I just put, uh, George Thomas through a lineup with Mrs. Grainger.

Yeah, and? She thinks it's him, but she's not positive.

What about the witness, the guy that he was supposed to have visited?

Name's Williams. He's out of town.

Out of town? Landlady said he'd be back tomorrow.

Maybe. Maybe next week or maybe next month.

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My Great-Aunt Margaret used to work in a

bookstore 40 years. Did I ever tell you that?

Maybe we can send her a picture bookmark from here?

Mm-hmm. You'd look pretty good in your skivvies.

No, no. I'm working now. I had to give all that up. Any I.D. on the girl?

No. We've been showing them pictures all over town, William.

The only guy that swallowed hard when he saw them was inside.

Then he clammed up. He knows something, Bill.

Let's go.

Am I blushing? You wish.

Listen, uh...

my wife and I are looking for a little... I know what you're looking for.

Why don't you, uh, take an ad in the paper, huh? This is a bookstore.

No. Listen, we're looking for a little, uh, marital aid. Marital aid?

Yeah. See, uh, we want to find something to put a little magic back in our marriage.

We've been married seven years, you know,

and, well, something's happened to the itch.

Yeah. Marital aid, huh?

Why don't you check the counter here. You'll find everything you need in there.

Oh, listen, by the way, uh, do you take credit cards?

Come on.

Come on, you guys, give me a break, will you, huh?

What, are you having a convention here or something?

All of a sudden, I'm up to my armpits in fuzz.

Come on. It's been a long time since you've been busted, right?

Right! Right. Not since Lady Chatterley's Lover.

And there weren't even any pictures.

Speaking of pictures, I brought my family album along. Yeah?

Sure you don't know her?

Look, like I told your buddies, I never seen her before.

Oh?

You know, Sergeant, isn't this the guy we got the report on?

Mm-hmm. Think so.

- What are you talkin'? What report? - Yeah, I'm sure it was.

What report you talkin'... ?? How do they do this?

Oh, now, wait a minute here... The same way they do this.

I'm strictly legit now. I'm strictly legit. Numbers.

I hear you're running numbers out of this place. No, no, no, no.

No numbers. Nothin' like that. I'm legit. Just good clean smut all around.

That's not what I heard.

On the other hand, Bill, maybe we've been mistaken.

Right. Right. You made a mistake. Sure. Arthur,

look at the pictures again.

- What happened to her? - Somebody beat her to death.

- The girl I don't know. - But?

The photographer, maybe.

He, uh... He always shoots them, uh, bonsai trees,

uh, and them, what do you call 'em, screens?

Shoji? Yeah, like you said.

The photographer maybe, what's his name?

Matsuto. His name is Matsuto. Mike.

I buy stuff from him sometimes, you know.

But, uh, he's a little classy for my clientele.

Uh, they go for the basic stuff. Where can we find him?

Orange County, where else?

Any luck? Yeah.

Why don't you guys, uh, stick around for a while, catch up on your reading.

You mean, you don't want my man in there to

be making any spur-of-the-moment phone calls.

Yeah, something like that. Give us an hour.

And, uh, do be careful, fellas. Eye strain can be very painful.

Mr. Matsuto? Yeah.

We're police.

I'm Sergeant Crowley. This is Sergeant Anderson.

So? So, we'd like to ask you a few questions.

So ask.

So what kind of questions?

Do you know this girl?

Why are you asking me? Well, a friend said you might know her.

I don't have any friends. Yeah, you got one.

Art Walker, has a little mom-and-dad store down on Seventh.

Says he does business with you occasionally.

Where did you get those shots?

Suppose you tell us first where you were last night? I was here at the house.

- Can you verify that? - No, I was alone.

- What's the name of your model? - What right do you have to invade my privacy?

- The name, Mr. Matsuto. - She's in trouble, isn't she?

- What's her name? - Wanda.

- Wanda May Kubelski. What's she done? - She's dead.

- Dead? - Last night she was beaten to death.

You don't think I did it?

I loved her.

I would never hurt her. She was like a... a crippled bird.

It was something I kept trying to capture on film.

And sell to porno houses.

No. Never Wanda. Those shots were for me only.

- Did she have any family? - Oh, who knows?

She had friends... all men.

- You want to give us some names? - I don't know any.

Why don't you try down at that cheap bar on

Mission Street where she used to get smashed?

She drink a lot? Yeah. Too much.

I told her that was no way to live.

You want to know something?

It was like she wanted to die.

The fire was put out four hours later, and the latest report...

is that none of the four victims is in serious condition.

Police report no new developments in the Wanda Kubelski murder.

The young Alta Mesa model, the apparent victim of a rape/homicide,

was reportedly last seen in a suburban tavern...

Why did you turn it off?

Oh, I didn't think it was something you should listen to.

How are you feeling?

How do I look? Beautiful.

Yes, really beautiful.

- Where's Peggy? - She's in her room, reading.

You mean she's not going out with Mike tonight?

She talked to him on the phone. She's alone.

No, I guess she's not going out. Oh.

I didn't mean for this to spoil anything. Hey, wait a minute.

What do you mean you didn't mean?

It happened to you, Carol.

Oh, Walter, I, uh...

I don't think I can go through with it. This mess, th-this case.

Carol, you are a strong woman. You've always been strong.

Right now, I'm not.

Right now I want to tell myself it never happened...

It was a nightmare that never happened...

And go away with you, darling, somewhere, anywhere,

and forget all this.

Carol, you were attacked by an animal,

and that animal has got to pay for it.

Don't you see? Women, like you, the victims, you've got to do something.

You can't say to yourself and the police, let's forget it.

Then what will happen? Well, maybe I don't care.

Well, you'd better care! Take a look at... yourself.

Mm.

Not really so beautiful right now.

I'm sorry, Carol. I'm sorry.

Oh, Carol.

You've got to care.

Do you understand that?

Yes.

I understand.

Hey, that's Wanda. She was in here last night. Did she leave with anybody?

Yeah. She cozied up to a couple of guys who come in here every Wednesday night.

You know their names? Look, lady, I don't want to get nobody in trouble.

Yeah, I know.

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Hi. Hi. How are you?

Okay. What are you washin' off your mats there?

Believe it or not, spaghetti sauce. I had a little accident in my car last night.

Hey, Chuck. Get off. Come here. This is my young one, Chuck.

I'm Sergeant Crowley. This is Sergeant Anderson, Police Department.

Turn it off over there.

- Hi. - Hi, hon.

Uh, what's goin' on? I don't know, honey. These are police officers.

This is my wife, Mary.

- You Ted Andrews? - Yeah, that's right.

Uh, what's the matter? Look, is something the matter?

I'm afraid there is, Mrs. Andrews.

It's my duty to inform you, Mr. Andrews, that you're under arrest.

- Under arrest for what? - For the murder of Wanda May Kubelski.

No! No! Ted, you tell them! Go ahead, you them!

Look, it'll be all right. Believe me.

Counselor. Thank you.

It's about time. Where you been? Take it easy. Take it easy.

Hi, Crowley. Everything's fine.

All right, just for the record, gentlemen,

either one of you want to make a confession?

Just what do you think you're doing, Crowley?

I'm just trying to save some time, Counselor.

Both of these gentlemen are going to be arraigned first thing in the morning.

- Arraigned? We didn't do anything. - That's for a judge to decide.

I'm just trying to get a little information

to help him make that decision, understand?

All right. Look, Crowley, you've got probable cause.

I'll grant that.

But you can never make murder one stick.

These are two law-abiding, ordinary guys...

who picked up a little floozy and had some fun and that's all.

We didn't force her to do anything.

You don't have to say any more. Not now.

Okay, you want to go to court, let's go to court. Hold it!

But I have no objection to anybody making a statement.

I already said it. We didn't do anything.

What about you, Mr. Andrews? You want to say something?

Okay.

All right, I got to tell you, the secretary is gonna take down every word you say.

It's an official statement. It'd better be accurate,

because they'll check out every single word.

Don't let them get you uptight. You just say what you told me. Okay. Okay!

All right. We picked her up. We were just foolin' around.

But you better believe she was hot to trot.

Our wives let us out once a week...

Wednesdays... but we never get into any trouble.

But Miss Kubelski was different.

Well, we were gonna go out and get something

to eat, so we asked her to come along.

We went to one of them... Them spaghetti take-out places,

and... whew... Boy, was she looped.

She spilled spaghetti all over the floor of my car, all over her feet.

Then we let her out. She was yelling, hollering, screaming.

I don't know what for, but she was sure making a lot of noise.

- Where did you drop her off? - At the corner of Mission and Maple.

Is that the last time you saw her?

That's the last time we saw her. I swear it.

Did either of you rape the girl?

No. Hold it.

We went over this. Take it easy now.

It wasn't necessary. We didn't have to.

So you were intimate with her?

We both were. But we didn't kill her.

Okay, that's enough. Are you satisfied, Crowley?

Type that up tonight. Give me a couple of copies right away.

You and your Wednesday nights on the town.

What do you think?

She probably threatened to tell their wives, they panicked,

one of them hit her on the head with a bottle... hookers.

Mm, maybe, but I don't know.

Will you stop bleeding for Wanda May?

I can't. I keep thinking there's something else.

Look, she was a very friendly lady who just liked to play with her friends.

Only she didn't have an enemy in the world.

Honey, that's not for me. That's Lieutenant Marsh.

You got a heart as big as a washtub, you know that?

Since when are you the champion of the working girl? Well, if not me, who else?

Uh, Bill? Yeah?

We picked up Wanda's husband like you wanted. Oh, is that him?

Mm-hmm. Did you talk to him?

Has he got an alibi? Confirmed. He was at his sister's for dinner.

Uh, is there anything you want me for, Bill? No. Where you off to?

Well, my uncle's taking me out for a cheese and walnut loaf.

Well, give your uncle a big kiss for me. All right.

Well, champ, you want to handle this? Yeah.

Uh, Mr. Kubelski, I'm Sergeant Anderson. No, sit down.

And this is, uh, Bill Crowley. How do you do, sir?

I just saw her... Wanda... Down at the morgue.

Those guys did it to her, didn't they?

We're not sure. They said they didn't.

She had a good upbringing, Wanda did.

She didn't smoke or run around.

What happened between you?

The baby drowned.

One of those little wading pools.

She s-somehow...

She couldn't live with me anymore.

She got real wild. I tried to stop her.

I even took her to church and made her get down on her knees...

and ask the Lord to forgive her.

She hollered, hollered in church.

She didn't want anybody to forgive her.

She went running out.

And that was the last time I ever saw her.

Thank you, Mr. Kubelski.

I feel sorry for him.

Can I get you one? No.

You're still wrong.

Huh? What, that they're guilty? Mm-hmm.

I'm not 100% sure, no, but do you wanna make a bet?

Money, marbles or chalk?

Chalk?

Charlie said there was chalk on her dress.

Now, where do you find chalk?

As a bowler, he's a great cop, isn't he?

Hey, Bill. We showed her picture around. Nobody took the bait.

They said they hadn't seen her, except one guy.

Who was that? Counter man in the coffee shop.

His name is Craig Rogers. He gets off in 15 minutes.

You're not closed, are you? No, ma'am. We're open all night.

One coffee. One coffee coming up.

Are you a Scorpio?

How'd you guess?

Uh, you want some cream?

- Got a girlfriend? - Yeah, sure.

Why don't you have a cup of coffee? Keep me company.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

I'm not supposed to be foolin' around with the customers.

Boy, I really did a dumb thing.

Went to a party, drank too much bourbon.

Really had a fight with my boyfriend. He really left me cold.

I really shouldn't be driving anyway.

Listen, I get off in about 10 minutes.

I mean, I could drive you home.

Oh, gee, that would be great.

- But how would you get home? - Why don't we worry about that later.

Are you really a Scorpio, Craig?

- How come you know my name? - Well, you-you look, uh, like a Craig... Bill!

I didn't kill her! I swear! I...

Polygraph test shows the boy truthful.

Hmm.

Send him in.

Go ahead.

Sit down, Craig.

This guy you said you met at the bowling alley

who was with you when you picked up Wanda,

you said you made it with her, but he didn't, is that right?

Right. What was he doing?

I don't know. Just kind of watching in the rearview mirror.

And then? I don't know.

I mean, they dropped me off near my house. What about his car?

- Do you remember anything about his car? - It was a red Mercury.

Kind of old.

Um, the front left fender was sort of smashed in.

What about his windshield? Did he have any stickers on it?

Anything hanging from the rearview mirror? Um...

- One weird thing... - What?

He had, uh, a couple of red candles stuck on the dash.

Red candles? Yeah.

- I mean, I remember, she picked them up. - You mean Wanda?

Uh-huh. She asked him what he used them for and he didn't say anything.

He just gave her kind of a funny look.

Look, if we put you with an artist,

do you think you could help us draw up a sketch of this guy?

I think it's the mouth that's throwing it all off.

The mouth. Why? What, uh... What was with the mouth?

It was a bit thinner than that. Make the mouth a little thinner.

How's it going? Well, you can see for yourself.

We've got verbal descriptions sent out to every bowling alley in the area.

Maybe this guy's got some other kind of trip going besides knocking off ladies.

Mm-hmm. Well, Pep, I've got some news for you.

Uh-oh. When you say it like that, I know it all can't be good.

George Thomas's alibi just showed up. It checked out.

He was with him all afternoon.

Well, that puts us right back to square one.

Pep, come here.

Hey, good luck, Scorpio. Yeah?

Okay, you were wrong about this one.

Just too easy to hang a guilty label on George Thomas, wasn't it?

All right, I was a little tough on Wanda Kubelski, so we're even.

Now, get over to Mrs. Grainger and have another talk with her.

Go to jail. Go directly to jail.

Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. See you later.

- Yes, I'm feeling much better. Thank you. - Good.

I understand the wedding was postponed. Yes.

Indefinitely. Well, that's what they wanted.

And, I don't know, maybe it was for the best.

Now, what about the man? You still have him in custody?

We released him this morning. His alibi checks out.

You let him go? I... I don't understand.

He couldn't have done it. Everything checks out. There's no possibility.

Well, then who?

I thought it would help if we could go over it again.

Oh, no. I can't.

Well, but I think it would be wise if you would try. I mean... I can't. I...

Sooner or later, in court... I won't. I've had enough of this.

You're gonna have to tell someone.

No. All right. Then let me tell you.

You were nervous and upset and you didn't want your daughter to get married.

Isn't that true? How dare you talk to me like that!

So you decided to do something, something drastic.

I wanted Peggy to get married.

I wanted her to be happy.

I did nothing to stop her.

Absolutely nothing. I don't believe that.

Well, I don't give a damn whether you believe it or not.

Well, uh, you, uh... You did fight off this man?

Of course I did.

Did you, uh... did you hit him, kick him, scratch him?

I guess so. I... What difference does it make?

Oh, a great deal. There were no marks on George Thomas.

Well, I told you I... I wasn't positive he was the man.

Well, you seemed quite positive the other day.

But Thomas or not, your... your hair.

Uh, the rapist, did he cut it before or after you were attacked?

I was knocked unconscious.

When I came to, I... I was lying naked on the bed,

and he'd cut my hair.

Did you rehearse those lines?

Because that's exactly the way you said them the other day.

Exactly. And just what do you mean?

I mean you lied.

You've been lying all along. There was no rapist and there was no rape.

You are insane.

Now, you get out of this house, lady, right now... Get out of this house.

You know, quite often we cops make mistakes.

Not too often, but once in a while, and they're real lulus.

We get a call to come to the fancy part of town,

we find ourselves taking it easy with people,

people like you, a Grainger.

Sometimes we ignore the right questions.

Like, why didn't he take that money, that $60 that was there?

Most rapists, uh, don't pass up a few dollars if they're just sitting around.

Like, why did the rapist take the time to cut your hair?

Now, butchering hair, that's a female thing.

That's something a woman would do.

Like, why didn't we, we the police, take you right down to headquarters...

to see if there were any skin fragments, any blood under your nails?

Oh, you had me buffaloed.

But that was the other day and this is today.

And now I want the truth, Mrs. Grainger. The truth.

My daughter. You were right. I...

I didn't want her to marry that boy.

But I'd resigned myself to it, I... thought.

We...

We were supposed to have a party that night with his parents,

drinks and that sort of thing.

And, well, I didn't have time to go to the hairdressers, you know?

So I...

I got very nervous and...

And I fixed myself a martini,

and then I fixed myself another martini.

I don't even drink in the middle of the day.

A-And then I started fooling around with my hair, cutting it a little bit, you know?

There's this big mirror in the bathroom, and...

Oh, I looked so tired.

And I kept cutting my hair and cutting my hair. I don't know why. I...

My hands were shaking,

and I didn't know what I was doing.

And suddenly, I started running all over the house,

just throwing things and breaking things,

like I was out of my mind.

And then I stopped.

Just stopped and looked at myself in the mirror here.

And I started to cry.

Then I dug my nails into my chest till it started to bleed.

Then I tore my robe off.

Then I thought...

how can I face them?

What can I tell them? What can I say?

They'll put me away.

So that's when you decided to accuse George Thomas. Is that right?

I didn't think they'd find him.

He wasn't even a person to me.

I didn't even remember his face.

- Does he look familiar to you? - Sure. The boy who found Wanda's body.

We checked him out last week. Nothing. He doesn't even own a car.

What about his parents?

Oh, two Fords and a Mercury. Red.

Listen, you stay here. I'm gonna get in there, take a look around, okay?

Hey, what do you people want here?

Mrs. Kelso? I said, what do you want here?

We're from the Police Department, Mrs. Kelso.

Can we come in, please? What for?

Well, it's about your son. We'd like to talk to

you about Larry. The police already was here.

Well, we'd just like to ask a few more questions, if you don't mind.

Well, it ain't cleaned up yet.

Larry ain't home. He's workin'. When will he be home, Mrs. Kelso?

Well, he don't tell me what time he's gonna get home.

Did he tell you about finding Wanda May Kubelski? Yes.

Did he tell you anything else about her? Anything? No.

I mean, what else is there to tell about a girl like that.

Look, my husband's at work. You come back when he's here.

Did Larry ever say he ever met this girl before?

He didn't know her. He just found her layin' there.

Like he said. Like he told everybody.

Now, if you don't leave, I'm gonna have to phone my husband...

- Bill, can I see you a minute? - Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'm callin' my husband.

Let's get in back. Right.

Oh, look at this.

You're gonna get me out of here. Don't scream. Don't scream. Let go of me.

Shut up. There's no place to go.

They'll find you, and they'll keep looking for you till they do.

You don't understand. I do.

No, you don't understand. Now, will you shut up?

I... I will. You want me to understand you.

You want everybody to understand,

and they will.

It was you who led us to the body.

See, I understand.

It was you, Larry.

I just... She was standing on the corner.

And she was looking for fun, and I...

We... We picked her up and then he...

The other guy got in the backseat, and then I...

Well, he left and I... I said how about me too? And she said sure.

And I... We drove... We drove out to the wash, and I...

You see, it was...

I-I couldn't.

And it was important to me.

It was important, and she laughed at me.

See, she laughed at me and I...

I just... She had a whiskey bottle on the floor and I... I hit her with it.

Larry!

I...

Mama. Mama.

I'm still pure.

I'm still... I didn't...

I didn't do anything to make you ashamed of me, Mama.

I swear I didn't.

I swear it.

Long day, huh?

Forever. And for what?

We start out with two rape cases and neither one of them ends up that way.

Well, Pep, that's what you call irony.

Oh. And irony makes me hungry.

What would you say to a nice, thick, rare steak?

Dutch?

Well? I'm thinking. I'm thinking.

My treat.

Well, that's an upset.

It's true. You do have a heart as big as a washtub.

And that's not all. What about these passionate Italian eyes?

Now, William, one appetite at a time.

First the steak and then we'll see.

Passion or heartburn.

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