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What do you got the door locked for?

- Hey, little cutie.

- A-S-J, 863.

- You have a swell day, partner.

It's been nice making your acquaintance.

- Beaten, raped, and asphyxiated

by exhaust fumes from an automobile.

- She didn't quite make it to 21.

- Police!

You make a move and you're a dead man.

- Just tell us about the afternoon.

- You're trying to humbug me on a murder rap.

- Or you can start by telling me

what the two of you do when you're alone together.

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- Hey.

You having a little trouble, cutie?

- Just sort of zonked out on me.

But that's okay.

A friend of mine's due along here at any minute now.

- Oh, yeah?

What's his name?

Red Rider?

- No, really.

We were down at the beach together all day.

- Well, sure.

I can tell by the color of your suntan.

- You all right?

- No, I need your help.

- Hop in.

- Hey, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dad.

Picking up a little bimbo like that.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Can't you hear me in there?

What do you got the door locked for?

- Hey, little cutie.

Look at me.

My name's Red Rider.

- KSJ-863 niner.

Mobile One to any REACT station.

- You have a swell day, partner.

It's been nice making your acquaintance.

Come on.

- Thank god.

I mean it.

Not one person in a hundred would've stopped.

Let alone stood up to those guys.

- Well, maybe it's something personal.

Just so happens I have a daughter of my own

near to your age.

Jennifer.

- Oh, yeah?

Where does she go to school?

- Well, she's not with me.

I mean, not at the moment.

She's in Europe with her mother.

- Oh, lucky.

I was saving to go to England this summer.

Instead, I bought that stupid car.

- Actually, her mother and I are separated.

Uh, legally separated.

I haven't seen Jennifer in nearly a year.

- Oh.

It'd kill my dad.

The sun rises and sets on me as far as he's concerned.

Hey, this is the wrong way.

The gas station's back there.

- Then why are you hitchhiking?

- What?

- If your father cares about you that much,

you have no right to place yourself

in a position of such vulnerability.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Oh, I think you do.

Please, I wanna go back.

- Actually, from now on, the more you learn to trust me

the better off you'll be.

- Look, I wasn't hitchhiking.

I don't know why you said that.

My car broke down.

- Keep talking.

Why?

Well, say anything.

Anything that comes into your mind.

Anything at all.

Please.

Please don't hurt me.

- I won't.

I promise.

Provided you talk to me.

Provided you just close your eyes

and tell me everything that comes into your mind.

That's better.

Now, why don't you just lean back, you know?

Just lean back against the seat.

Come on, you can trust me.

That's good.

Just relax.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Keep your eyes closed.

Keep 'em closed.

That's good.

That's good.

- What do you think that accomplished?

- Nothing.

- Well then, why make a fool of yourself?

- Why not?

Let's see her, Pete.

- Beaten, raped, and asphyxiated by exhaust fumes

from an automobile.

- You know, that makes victim number four.

- This one seems a little bit different than the other ones.

Doesn't look like she was hitchhiking.

CHP found an abandoned Pinto down the road

with a busted fuel pump.

This was found on the front seat in the purse.

Now, either that's her, or her twin sister.

- Nancy J Wallace.

3951 Mariposa.

Born 12-4-56.

She didn't quite make it to 21.

That's right.

- Anything on the way of physical evidence?

- We've got tire tracks, bottle of cigarette butts,

and other things people use to mess up an area.

Looks like a local lover's lane to me.

- In other words, we got nothing, right?

- Not yet.

- Now you know why I blew the horn.

Why don't you just lean back, you know?

Just lean back against the seat.

Come on, you can trust me.

That's good.

Just relax.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Keep your eyes closed.

Keep 'em closed.

That's good.

That's good.

- Excuse me.

Is that the tape you want me to transcribe?

- Oh, no.

It's this one.

And make copies for Lund, Burnbank, Knotten.

Oh, and one for my brother, too.

And if you're not too busy, I'd like it to go out tonight.

Very well, Mr. Mills.

It'll be on the telex in an hour.

- A gas chamber on four wheels?

- Come on, Won.

Now, how would you work it?

What would you do, just hook up a hose

into the exhaust pipe or what?

- No, not a hose.

A pipe.

And I'd weld it right here behind the muffler.

Then, I'd drill the hole and put the other end

right up into the trunk.

- Wait a minute.

Wouldn't you need a valve or something

to keep the fumes from leaking into the car?

- That's no big deal.

What's your pleasure, manual or remote control?

Personally, I think it's a stupid theory.

Oh, yeah?

- Why would he go to so much trouble

when all he has to do is lock them in his garage,

leave the engine running, and adieu?

- I'm talking about a maniac

and you're asking me for a reason.

You ought to take a rest, Won.

You're working too hard.

Come on in, I gotta copy.

Bill, come here a minute.

Come over here.

- Bill, Come here.

Come on.

This is Mrs. Powell.

Mrs. Powell, this is Sergeant Anderson and Sergeant Crowley.

- Mrs. Powell.

- I think we have something here with Mrs. Powell.

She was driving down to the beach yesterday.

- Visit her daughter.

- See, her daughter works for this family

down on Sunrise Beach.

- And she saw Nancy Wallace's Pinto.

- Can you slow it down just a little bit?

- She saw Nancy Wallace's Pinto

while Nancy Wallace was still standing there.

- Did you?

- Yes.

With the hood up like you see on the freeway sometimes

when there's car trouble.

She was talking to these two kids.

Boys.

I knew right away something was wrong.

- Go ahead, Mrs. Powell.

- Well, when I saw about the murder on the 11 o'clock news,

I picked up the phone and called my daughter.

She said I had a duty to come in and see the police.

- Can you tell us anything about the boys?

- Yes.

They didn't seem like they belonged with that girl.

It's a feeling you get, don't you know?

Kind of just from looking.

- Can you give us a description?

- Just a couple of scrubby-looking, no-good kids.

- Mrs. Powell, what about the camper?

- What camper?

- It was parked right behind that little girl's car.

It was a kind of a faded light yellow.

- With out of state plates.

- From Arizona.

- You sure about the plates?

Oh, I know what they look like.

- And Mrs. Powell knows the last three numbers.

- 6-4-2.

- Mrs. Powell, you're beautiful.

- Oh, it's you, Mr. Mills.

I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't mean to startle you.

- Well, I just needed some of this.

I'm mailing cartons to my daughter in Europe.

- Well, that stuff will hold anything that's for sure.

So, Jennifer's still over there, still in Europe?

- Yes.

- Well, goodnight, sir.

Probably see you in the morning.

- Hi.

Going over the hill?

- Yeah, get in.

- You wouldn't be going anyplace near the strip, would you?

- I can, yeah.

- Mind if I turn on the radio?

- Suit yourself.

- Oh, you got one too, huh?

That's a big deal now.

Everybody's buying CBs like they're going out of style.

Who do you talk to anyway?

- Just people around the city.

- Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Everybody.

And a good, good evening to you all.

Dumb.

- Yeah, well it's not quite as dumb as hitchhiking.

- Aw, that's a matter of opinion.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Ever listen to the news, huh?

When's the last time you listened to the news?

You know that in the last two months in this city

four girls have been murdered?

Raped and murdered right here in this city.

Did you know that?

- So what are you telling me that for?

- The last time that one of them was seen alive

was on the very corner where you just got picked up.

I mean, does that scare you a little bit?

Where I just picked you up,

the last time they saw one girl she was alive.

That's the last time they saw her alive, right there.

- You better stop this car.

- Her name was Rose Ferrell.

They took her out.

They beat her, they raped her, they murdered her.

- I said stop this car!

- Get your hand.

Stop it.

Stop it!

Close the door, will ya?

- Stop!

Stop it!

Hey, I'm a police officer.

- Let me go!

- Sit there and shut up!

Now look at it!

That's my identification.

Look at that, that's my badge.

Do you see that?

I'm a cop.

- What is this anyway?

- Lucky for you it's only a warning.

Let me show you something.

You don't seem to know what's going on in the world.

Look at this.

That's the Rose Ferrell I was just telling you about.

That's Cynthia Felman.

That's Doris Ungren.

That's Nancy Wallace.

Look at 'em.

Each one of 'em was picked up, beaten, raped, and murdered.

You hear that?

Raped and murdered.

Now, look.

I didn't mean to come on so strong with you.

Just that I saw you standing back on that corner...

I just hate to see the same thing happen to you.

You understand what I'm saying?

I'm sorry, okay?

If I were you, for your sake.

If you got someplace to go, why don't you take the bus?

- What do you think you're gonna do,

educate the whole world by swooping down out of the night

giving off-the-cuff scare lectures?

- Every little bit helps.

- Well, sometimes.

But I'll make you a bet.

That girl you picked up will be back on the street tomorrow

with her hips out and her thumb up.

- Maybe I should've handled it a little smarter.

- Maybe you shouldn't have handled it at all.

You broke every rule in the book.

You're not allowed to pick up a hitchhiker.

Why, Bill?

You know you can't tell anybody anything.

Fantasy time.

Nothing like murder or rape is ever gonna

happen to them in a zillion years.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Where else would he be when he wants a pastrami and beer?

Investigator Styles.

- Yeah, Joe.

- Just got a call from Arizona Highway Patrol.

Three hits.

Two had perfect alibis.

But the third sounds interesting.

Yeah?

- A yellow '75 camper license number Adam, Henry, John, 642.

And it's registered to a male Caucasian 21 years old,

name of Wesley K Jackson.

It seems as though he and his buddy Philip Thatcher

just beat an assault beef which resulted

from trying to molest a college girl

in a state park on the Colorado River.

Now how does that grab you?

- Right where I live, buddy.

- Three days after they were released,

they stuck up a gas station in Flagstaff

and nobody's seen either of 'em since.

- Joe, get an APB out right away, okay?

Yeah, I'm gonna be here for a while and then I'm going home.

- The yellow camper?

- Cross your fingers, kid.

I think we got 'em.

- Well, good morning, Bill.

Where's Pepper?

- Ah, probably the academy.

She's doing that lecture bit again.

- Yeah, well that's too bad because we just got a strike

on the two guys from Arizona.

- This local news guy picked up on our APB.

- You know the guy the does funny interviews?

Well, it seems though he spotted our boys

coming out of a liquor store

and followed 'em all the way home.

- Hi, I'm David Fish.

I'm Sergeant Crowley.

Thanks for the tip.

- Oh, don't thank me, Sarge.

This is gonna be tonight's feature story.

- Where are they now?

- In there.

Kind of fits the way they look.

- Are they alone?

- They were alone when they went in.

I don't know if anyone else is inside.

In any case, they're probably all

smashed out of their minds.

They were carrying enough beer to sink a ship.

- Pete, you take the back.

- Listen, Sarge.

I've got a cameraman on the way.

You can wait a couple of minutes, could you?

This is mobile two.

Where the devil's Collins?

- Come on.

Let's go in before he blows it.

Come on.

Police!

- Hold it right there!

Hold it!

All right, drop it.

- Down!

- Drop it!

- Down!

Turn around.

Turn around.

- Go ahead.

Make a move and you're a dead man.

- Now spread 'em on the wall.

Spread 'em!

- Let's go.

Hey.

- Police, hold it!

Kid, get out of the way!

Get out of the way, kid!

Get out of there, kid!

Get away!

- All right, let her go!

I'm telling you, let her go!

Come on!

Let her go!

Well, you've got your choice.

Him or us.

Turn around.

- Okay.

If you don't want to discuss

the gas station in Flagstaff, that's fine.

That's between you and the state of Arizona.

What we really want to talk about is what you were doing

right here in California last Sunday afternoon.

- Sunday?

- That's right, Sunday.

One, two, three days ago.

That shouldn't be too tough for you, should it?

- Well, I never have had much of a brain, people.

Let's see.

Sunday?

Yeah, I guess I should be able to handle that.

- Just tell us about the afternoon from four o'clock on.

- Well, we took a spin out to the beach, you know?

Ate at some greasy spoon, you know?

At Sunrise Beach.

- Wait a minute.

Not so fast.

Let's go back to what happened even before you got there.

What happened along the canyon road?

- Well, let me see.

I guess the only thing special

is we went through a couple of tunnels.

- There's only one tunnel on that road.

- Well, now you see,

I told you I never had a very good memory.

- All right, how about I save us all a lot of time?

An eyewitness said that he saw you and Jackson

pull up next to a stalled Pinto.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Red Rider's girlfriend.

Who?

- The chick with the suntan.

Sure, we stopped.

We stopped to give her a hand.

She was over by the side of the road

having herself some engine trouble.

Hey, wait a minute.

Did she file a complaint against us or something?

- That girl in the Pinto, Thatcher, is dead.

Dead, you understand that?

She was raped and murdered 30 minutes

after you were seen talking to her.

- I know what you're doing.

You're trying to humbug me on a murder rap

because I'm a poor boy from out of state.

Well, if I ever talk to you again, it won't be alone.

I'm gonna get myself a lawyer who's smart enough

to shove you right back on your ear.

- Larry, you want to escort this little gentleman

back to his suite?

Make sure he's afforded all of his

constitutional privileges.

- Hey, easy on the bicep, man.

Huh?

- Hey, I gotta get back to the academy.

I'm late for my two o'clock.

- You're becoming a permanent fixture

over there, aren't you?

- Just till Friday.

Call me if anything breaks, okay?

- Oh, you can count on it.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Thank you.

- Well, I can see you two can hardly wait

to bring me up to date.

- Well, Billy.

It's called legal aid.

One of the many little delays that have a way

of slowing down the wheels of justice.

- Yeah, well I'll tell you something, guys.

I don't think they did it.

- You don't think they did it?

- Why's that?

- Just a gut reaction.

- Gut reaction, huh?

- I think you're the first human lie detector.

- What's your reaction?

- Well.

Criminal Conspiracy.

Investigator Pete Royster speaking.

Yes, he's here as a matter of fact.

Phoenix Arizona.

- This is Sergeant Crowley.

Yes, Captain.

I see.

I see.

You're sure about that?

Okay, thanks very much.

We appreciate the followup.

Yeah, if anything breaks here, we'll keep you posted.

Yeah.

You were right, Pete.

- Gut reaction.

- Yep, you were right, all right.

I guess I am a human lie detector.

Jackson and Thatcher were in Bisbee Arizona

during the time of the first three murders.

So that takes care of that.

What's the verdict?

- He could use a new muffler.

But nobody's messed around with any pipes under here.

- Well, that means A, they've got an alibi.

And B, we got not one shred of physical evidence.

- Hell, I never bought that routine about the trunk anyway.

- Yeah, I got that impression.

- Hey, Bill!

Mr. Wesley Jackson requests your presence

in his private room.

- This is quite a place.

You ask for room service and look who they send.

- All right, what've you got?

- Listen, I've been thinking.

Suppose I was to do you a favor here in California.

Maybe you could help me out when I get back home?

Quid pro quo as they say.

- You got something valid, I'll see what I can do.

- Well, how's this sound?

I think I know who killed that girl.

- Who?

- Me and Thatcher was talking to her.

We were just kidding around.

Some dude drives up in a big set of wheels.

Cutie pie takes one look and runs over,

hops right into the front seat next to him.

- Why, because she knew him?

- I don't think so.

I guess she was...

Well, she just wasn't used to our country brand of humor.

- She went to him for protection?

- Just like he was daddy.

- Can you remember what he looked like?

- At that point I had so much beer in me

he could've been from Mars.

But I do remember that car.

I bet you there aren't more than a dozen of 'em

in this whole city.

Hi.

Hi.

- Are you going anywhere near Victory Boulevard?

- Yeah, as a matter of fact I live near there.

Hop in.

- Tracy, you want a ride?

Come on!

- Oh, thanks anyway.

My friends just drove up.

All right.

How are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

I really hate to disappoint you,

but I can only help with cars before they've been sold.

Now, if that's what you're looking for, why,

it'll be duck soup to make a computer run.

In five minutes I could locate any type of Lincoln,

any color combination,

and tell you exactly what agency to call.

But once it's gone out of somebody's lot,

we don't keep track.

- So what you're saying is we'd have to contact

maybe 70 or 80 dealers and ask them to go through

all their sales records for the entire year, right?

- That's right.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

- Tell me this, Mr. Bell.

If we do canvas all these dealers,

how many cars are we likely to come up with?

- Well, there's not too many in the designer series.

It's a pretty special car.

Maybe 50 or 60.

- Well, I guess that's it then.

We'll just have to check 'em all.

- Hi.

- I'm going as far as Simi if that's any help.

- Before we start, let's get something straight.

I'm looking for transportation, nothing else.

- Young lady, I have a daughter

who could be your older sister.

If she heard you ask me that question,

she'd laugh right in my face.

- Yeah, okay.

- Mr. Jensen, this is Investigator Joe Styles

of the police department.

Yeah, we're checking on a possible suspect

who may have purchased a Designer's Edition Mark 5.

We'd appreciate it if you'd check your records

and give us the names and addresses

of everyone in that category.

- Prejwass?

Preswalski?

Okay.

Would you please spell that, sir, and very slowly.

- 3216 Oakshore Drive.

Where's that, ma'am, in the valley?

- You just tell me how I can show you ID over the telephone.

Crowley.

Sergeant William Crowley.

I tell you what, Mr. Meredith.

I think we could solve this in about five seconds.

I'm gonna hang up.

You just call information ask for the

Criminal Conspiracy division of the police department.

That's right.

Then you ask for Sergeant William Crowley.

- What are you doing?

- Uh, we're low on gas.

There's a station about a mile from here.

I'm telling you the truth, Doreen.

I see no reason why you shouldn't believe me.

- What's that for?

- Oh, I use it to dictate letters and take down memorandum.

- Well, why's it on now?

- Well, you might say that I'm conducting a test.

So why don't you tell me about that young man

you're gonna visit in Ventura.

Now, just talk in an ordinary voice

so we can see how well it records in a moving car.

- His name's Brad.

- Go on.

- I don't really know what you want me to say.

- Well, say anything, you know?

I mean, anything that comes in your mind.

- That's it, huh?

Just the one lease?

Okay, thanks very much.

I appreciate your help.

- Bill.

Thanks Joe.

- I see you're having just as much luck as we are.

- None, huh?

Nothing all year?

Sure, I know it's a special car.

That's the trip.

Would I like to buy one, huh?

Sure, pal.

I'll trade you my Rolls.

I'm not gonna let this happen.

- We'll be there in five minutes.

Why don't you just settle back, you know?

Close your eyes.

Tell me about Brad.

- No!

- You could start by...

Well, you could start by telling me what the two of you do

when you're alone together.

- Oh, is that how you get your kicks, old man?

By listening to this?

- There's no need to shout.

I mean, nothing's gonna happen to you.

This shouldn't surprise you at all.

My own daughter tells me girls your age know more than I do.

Uninhibited I think is the word she uses.

Well, you know, that's fine.

I've always considered myself flexible enough to adjust.

My recorder.

I've lost it.

My recorder's down there in the water.

- Where's the coroner?

He's coming up.

- Who found it?

- They did.

They came up to pick wildflowers.

The old man threw a stone in the water

and that's when he found her.

- Hey, Ben.

- Oh, I promised myself.

If I made it to the top, I'm gonna quit smoking.

- We got the same MO here?

- That's my educated guess.

All I have to do is look at the color of the skin

to tell it's carbon monoxide.

- Was she raped?

- Yeah, I think so.

Not all of her clothes are ripped off,

but we'll have to verify it.

Sergeant Crowley?

- What do you got there, a radio?

- No, a tape recorder.

I just found it down at the edge of the marsh.

It's soaking wet.

- Yeah, I see that.

- Well, I guess that takes care of the fingerprints, too.

- The recorder's still cooking,

but this tape's dry enough to try.

That is, if anybody's interested.

- Come on, Freddy.

You guys are not hired for comedy relief.

- Well, we have to do something once in a while

to break the monotony.

- Bomb squad's got a few of 'em.

Oh, is that how you get

your kicks, old man?

By listening to this?

There's no need to shout.

I mean, nothing's gonna happen to you.

This shouldn't surprise you at all.

My own daughter tells me girls your age know more than I do.

Uninhibited I think is the word she uses.

Well, you know, that's fine.

I've always considered myself flexible enough to adjust.

- There wasn't any prints left on the recorder?

- No.

It was so full of mud and slime,

there was nothing left at all.

- What about on the tapes?

- Not a thing.

- You check out the serial number on the recorder?

- I thought you'd never ask.

It was manufactured by Blake Electronics In Downey.

- Well, if he filled out his guarantee card, we got it made.

- Yeah, if he did.

But you're gonna have to go out there in person.

We've already tried.

They just won't release anything over the phone.

- Isn't that typical?

Okay, Joe.

You want to take a little trip to Downey?

- What, at this hour?

- Could be the traffic?

- Well, why don't you ride along with him, keep him company?

- Come on, Peter.

- Wanted to anyway.

- You really throw your weight around, don't you?

- Crowley.

- Hi, Bill.

This is Pete.

Well, it was registered all right,

but along with seven others.

It was part of a group purchase made

by the Mills Chemical Corporation.

- Mills Chemical?

You sure about that?

- Sure.

211 North Jellicoe.

- I know the head of security out there.

Guy used to work robbery.

- So what is your pleasure?

- Get out there.

Ask for a guy named Leon Fowler.

- All right, it's bumper to bumper, so it'll take a bit.

- Pete, do the best you can, will you?

As always.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

This shouldn't surprise you at all.

My own daughter tells me girls your age know more than I do.

Uninhibited I think is the word she uses.

Well, you know, that's fine.

I've always considered myself flexible enough to adjust.

- Well?

- It could be one of two people.

Mr. Mills, the man who owns this company

or his brother George, our controller.

They sound almost exactly the same.

On the telephone, I can hardly tell them apart.

- Does either one of them own a Lincoln Mark 5?

- Both.

Bought on the same day.

They bought them both through the company.

- Okay, Leon.

Take a guess.

Who do you think it is?

- I told you, I couldn't tell.

- Just guess.

- George.

Certain words.

The way he says his R.

- I'd like to see his car.

- I think I saw him leave.

- Want to check to make sure?

- Harriet?

Fowler.

Has Mr. Mills gone for the day?

Okay, thanks.

He's about six blocks from here with a plant engineer.

They're having a drink at a place called The Rusty Tub.

- Yeah, we passed it.

- Okay, I'll go.

Listen, if his brother's car is still here,

you check it out.

And no heroics, you understand?

If anything develops, you just wait for backup.

- Save yourself about 10 minutes if you take the shortcut.

Go straight through here to the other side,

then walk left until you can see administration.

- All right, thanks.

Listen, I'll probably be back before Bill.

If Pete and Joe get here,

fill them in and hold 'em right here, all right?

Thank you.

Why don't you just lean back, you know?

Just lean back against the seat.

Come on, you can trust me.

That's good.

Just relax.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Keep your eyes closed.

Keep 'em closed.

That's good.

That's good.

- Get Joe and Pete down here.

- Hold it!

- Look, Mr. Mills.

I'm talking to you as a friend.

As a man who's known you for 10 years.

- The answer is no.

The only way I'm going is that way.

- Listen to me, Mr. Mills.

I'm coming up now and I wanna take you down.

- No, no.

No, no, Leon, Leon.

- I have to eat it fast.

It's dripping up sleeve.

- Anyone who orders three scoops deserves that.

- That your consented opinion?

- That's my opinion, yeah.

- Mm.

- What's the matter?

- That's the girl I told you about.

The one I gave a lift to.

- Oh.

She's pretty cute.

Bet she doesn't have any trouble at all.

- You know what I'd like to do?

I'd like to pick her up and take her right

and dump her in her parent's lap.

- You really think that would help?

Come on, Bill.

You're not a miracle worker, you're a cop.

All you can do is warn them.

If they don't listen, that's where your responsibility ends.

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