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Trick or treat, darling.

- In case you haven't been listening,

Charlie, I enjoyed the lunch.

But the matinee turned out to be a rerun of something

I didn't particularly enjoy the first time around.

You may be a cop,

but you're breaking the law, pal!

- Someone picked the lock,

dumped off Miss St. Clair, and then just vanished?

- Yes.

- Kiss the girls, and make them die!

- Look, why don't we just forget the whole thing, okay?

It's late, and I've had a couple of prospects

waiting at the office since 12:30.

I mean, I don't mind blowing a sale for a good reason,

but this is ridiculous.

If you got problems, why don't you do me a favor,

Charlie, why don't you work them out with somebody else,

a doctor, or a shrink, whatever the case requires.

You know, there's all sorts of ways of getting help,

therapeutic ways that don't involve non-professionals,

like me.

See, I'm just not equipped to handle your situation.

My husband, ex husband, he had the same...

Well to tell you the truth, Charlie,

when it came to the witching hour,

you could have been twin brothers.

Oh, did I take it all personally.

Thought that the only solution would be

a quick trip to the medicine cabinet.

If we had as many sleeping pills as asprin,

I guess I'd be dead right now.

I guess I'd be dead for a whole year.

In case you haven't been listening, Charlie,

I enjoyed the lunch.

But the matinee turned out to be a rerun

of something I didn't particularly enjoy

the first time around.

So, uh, when you're all zipped together,

I want to be taken back to my office.

At least if I can make a sale,

the day won't be a total loss.

Hey, uh, you wouldn't be interested in a nice duplex,

would ya?

One with an enclosed patio, and a heated pool?

12-150, code one.

- 12-150, go.

12-150, what's your ETA to court?

- 12-150, tell the DA that I'm running a little late.

I'll be there in about 10 minutes.

12-150, roger.

12-150, requesting warrant on 396, Paul, Edward, king.

Standby.

- 12-150, roger.

12-150, 396 Paul, Edward, king,

no minor warrants.

- Pull around the corner, just pull around the corner.

Can I see your driver's license, please?

- Uh, what's the problem, officer?

Certainly couldn't have been speeding.

- This your current address, Mr. Hollis?

- Yeah.

Look, I'm in a hurry, so if I'd broken some law,

I'd like to know what it is.

- Where are you headed, sir?

- I asked you what the problem was,

I don't have to tell you anything,

unless there's a legitimate reason.

- Sir, you seem very nervous.

You're perspiring a great deal, you know.

- Good lord, it's 102, did you stop me

because I'm perspiring?

- Do you mind stepping out of your car, please?

- Yeah, I mind one whole hell of a lot.

- Do you wanna please step out of your car, sir?

- Look, I'm an architect, okay?

I own my own firm, if you're interested,

it's about six blocks, straight down, it's 4222 Elm.

My name is in the lobby, and on every door

on the top floor.

- You wanna give me your car keys?

- You gotta be kidding!

- No sir, I'm not.

- You want something in that hand,

I'll give you my lawyer and about five of his associates.

- Take one step back.

Take one step back.

There you go, right there.

Now stay right there, I mean stay, right there.

You may be a cop, but you're breaking the law, pal!

You open that trunk, and your department's gonna be

in the middle of the biggest lawsuit it's had in 20 years.

- Hey!

Hey, call the police!

Tell them an officer needs help,

and get an ambulance right away!

- Who put out the call?

- Well we think it was 12-150,

a citizen saw him take off after the driver of that car.

- What's this ambulance here for?

- Didn't they tell ya?

- Nah.

- Well, we've got a victim.

She was in the trunk.

Stuffed in a garbage bag.

- Joe!

Yeah?

- You better ride with her,

and get a statement, if you can, anything.

Okay.

- That's it, you pull him over,

because you felt something wasn't kosher.

That's your probable cause?

- What can I say, Captain,

now the minute I saw the guy, I knew he was dirty.

- Cop's intuition.

- You can call it that.

- Good ole' sixth sense.

Well, I'll tell you this, it's right more times

than it is wrong.

We'll try selling that to our jury.

It's like pedaling a load of ripe garbage.

- But this guy was dripping wet, Captain,

he's sitting inside of an air conditioned car,

sweating, dripping wet!

- Maybe he had a glandular problem.

What he had was guilt, all over his face.

- Well that's too bad, because from what you've said

we won't even get our filing.

- Hey, why don't we slow down long enough to think.

I mean, what if Bill hadn't opened that trunk,

for whatever reason, somebody'd be dead right now.

- Don't get touchy, Pepper.

- I'm not touchy!

But just once, for a change, why don't we start

dealing with something positive?

- Why is she do touchy today?

- I don't know, Captain, maybe it's the heat.

- Hey, Bill!

What about this?

- That's it!

You had to have seen that, Bill,

that's your probable cause, right there.

Come on, Bill, that's blood!

That's physical, that's the strongest PC you can have.

- No, the blood wasn't on the bumper

when I stopped the car, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- What I need to know, what's very important

for me to find out, is what you've said.

Every word, even what you might've let slip.

- All I did, buddy boy, was make my one phone call

to the tennis club, where I knew you'd be.

Now what's this slip routine,

if I'm not mistaken, the word usually implies some kind

of devious behavior,

you think I'm guilty of stabbing that slut,

is that it...

- Hey, hey, I don't care if you're the west coast slasher,

I'm here to protect you, and to see that you protect

yourself.

- Beginning to sound like mommy.

- You're mother, God rest her,

was not my favorite person.

- She wasn't anybody's, Ron.

Including good old dad, or any of his girlfriends,

um, look, what's the situation here,

are they gonna book me and take away

my wrist watch and shoe laces and things?

- They might go through the motions,

but you really don't have too much to worry about.

Even if you did shoot off your compulsive mouth.

Poisonous fruit from a poisonous tree, Charlie.

Search is no good, they didn't have probably cause.

Anything that might develop as a result of that

is called fruit from a poisonous tree,

it's not admissible.

- I mean they, they can't do anything to...

Nothing at all?

- They could file, but they know they'd probably never

get it passed a preliminary hearing.

You're home free.

- Believe me, I'm just as concerned about this as you are.

I just need something a little more tangible

to go on, other than, uh, what are we talking about here?

Sixth sense?

- Let me tell you something about sixth sense,

Mister prosecutor, it keeps more cops alive,

and solves more cases than any crime lab

or training exercise I know about.

- And when was the last time you launched that

towards a jury, and watched it come back

and hit ya smack in the face, huh?

No, we just better hope that this girl stays alive,

and is able to testify.

- What if she dies?

No, I mean what if it becomes murder one,

are you just gonna sit back in your chair like that,

and tell me that as far as your office is concerned,

it's a legal wipe out?

- If she dies, sergeant, we are left with zilch.

That's what I'm gonna tell you.

Cause we don't have witnesses,

we don't have any admissible evidence,

technically speaking, we won't even have a corpse.

You listen to me,

you go out and get me some legally obtained,

physical evidence, and I'll file your case for ya, okay?

- Well, I see it went about as well as we expected, huh?

Just once, just once I'd like for the DA

good close up look at our judicial system, just once.

How are ya?

What are you doing in that clown suit,

I thought you were working advice?

- All good things must come to an end, Billy.

- She had a little trouble with about 50%

of the investigators exam,

I did better than that on my drivers test.

- So they dumped me back in uniform,

put me behind a desk, South East Division.

- You better be careful,

that's a good way to put pounds on places

you don't wanna put pounds on.

- In this thing?

Uh, who could tell the difference?

- Crowley.

- Bye-bye, officer.

Hope I didn't ruin your day.

- Oh, we all knew it was gonna happen,

what's the big surprise?

- Listen, uh, if you don't mind,

I'll take you up on that pizza some other time.

- Sure, go do your thing.

- Alright, thanks.

Wanna get something to eat?

- Not particularly.

- Uh, Sandy's across the street,

I can call her and she can bring us back some pizza's, okay?

Look, you don't like the system right now,

and neither do I.

But neither one of us has had anything to eat

for over seven hours.

Come on.

I'll treat.

I'll even leave the tip, this time, okay?

- I've been looking all over for you.

George just called from sent to receiving,

that girl that you found, the stabbing victim,

well she just died.

- Okay, as far as I'm concerned,

we've got a whole new ball game,

with a whole new set of rules.

Police department, 36.

I called you about a murder.

Yesterday afternoon.

It was in the paper this morning,

and now you know I'm not kidding.

You said you saw a woman being stabbed,

across some canyon, wasn't that it?

I saw the whole thing through a telescope.

It's Sergeant Crowley.

Sure, of course I do.

Like you could what?

- You just give me the address, and I'll be right over.

I don't think it's silly at all,

no I think we better talk as soon as possible.

The sooner the better.

4307, 36th Street.

Okay, you just sit tight.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

I didn't give you my name.

You're not gonna trick me, either, so don't try.

- I suppose you could say it was a practical joke,

especially knowing Charlie, like I do,

but there was something strange beneath it,

something almost cruel.

- I'd say he was trying to warn ya.

Maybe even punish you for something.

You see this thing in the dark,

could give you a heart attack.

- Oh, mines been broken too many times.

You know, Hemingway said getting broken makes you stronger.

He said that in The Sun Also Rises,

and it's true, I suppose that is how I've

been able to survive so many incredible things

in these past 30 odd years.

- You are a prostitute, aren't you, Miss Wallace?

- So, the cops mind works like the mind of every other cop.

- Well I just had a hunch you didn't earn

your daily bread sketching nightlife at O'Connor's.

So I had you checked out, and I was right.

- And from now on, the old hussy gets the respect

she deserves.

- And I think our friend Hollis is a psychopath,

and I also think he's killed more than one girl.

You can help me.

By telling me as much as you know about this guy,

simply and honestly.

- I met him at O'Connor's, I suppose you could say

we were attracted by a mutual interest in art,

on occasion I helped him find companions.

- You didn't date him yourself?

- Just once.

Right after we met, he took me to dinner,

then back to a place he keeps.

- He keeps a place?

- Presumably for entertainment.

- Where?

- I'm not sure, it's in the West Hill's section, West Ark.

- Tell me something, this date,

is it what'd you'd consider a normal date?

- If you're asking me whether he ran the bases

like every other little league-er,

I couldn't say, it never got that far.

- Why not?

- I chalked it up to conscience.

He's a married man, you know.

- Yeah, uh, listen, this place that he keeps.

You think you could find it again?

- I really don't know.

- Ron?

Ron?

- Smile!

You're on Candid Camera.

- What are you trying to do?

- Dear heart, I'm trying to announce our friendship

to the whole of depraved humanity.

- When you act like this, you're no better than he is.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Look, I act like this, I drink too much.

Because I'm goin' out of my mind,

from sneaking around corners,

from sneaking around motels,

from sneaking in phone calls,

hell, baby, I'm scared half the time,

and I'm goin' out of my mind!

I just want a life for us, something.

- It can never happen.

- No!

That's finished, as of now.

Look, he's a very confident man,

and very, very vulnerable.

We've never had a better chance.

It's just a matter of playing a game with the police,

and I think I know how.

How's this, along here?

- Mm, it looks like the area,

but I told you, at night, with a couple of martinis,

it all looks kind of bleary.

Wait, stop, stop, stop, stop, back up!

Back up!

That street, there, there's something about that street

that looks familiar.

- You see anything?

- Yeah, hold it, right up there.

That's what I remember, right there.

You sure?

- Yes, that beautiful bottle glass,

cause I asked him if he'd had it put in,

and he said it was already there when he bought the house.

- You wanna see something even better than that,

look right over there.

- Pepper.

- Hello. - I don't believe this.

- Hello there, stranger, you look pretty spirited.

Madam show you her etchings?

- No, but she did show me a little hideout

up on Woodly Canyon, where Hollis takes his girls.

And guess what was on the front lawn.

- Fertilizer.

- A for sale sign, and the realtor,

the realtor was Pamela St. Claire,

so, you understand it, let's go.

- Uh, where do you think you're going?

- We, you and I, are gonna go get a search warrant

and then we are gonna take that place apart.

- You, not me.

You are headed to court alone, try department 95,

Judge Cramer, he's issued a bench warrant for your arrest.

Hey William, what are you so hacked about?

- Listen, I don't believe this,

I miss a court appearance cause I stop to bust some guy,

who's got a mutilated woman in the trunk of his car,

so what do they do?

They kick him loose, I mean, not even a filing.

Me, some idiot judge now wants to toss me into the slammer.

- Hey, listen, at least you've got a little pizazz

in your life, my first day out from under a desk,

they send me out to take a peeping tom complaint.

Some pimply faced kid up on Stratford Drive

with a telescope.

- See ya.

Hey, Sandy!

Listen, are you alone?

- Why, Sergeant Crowley, what a personal question.

- No, listen, I'm serious.

This might have something to do with what I'm working on.

- A peep freak?

- Yeah.

You got yourself a passenger.

- You can't shine on that nasty old judge, William.

- I'm beginning to have more and more respect

for that investigators exam.

You drive worse than I do.

- Okay, Sergeant, why don't you come right this way,

and I'll show you what I mean.

My problem is that I'm alone most of the time.

My husband travels, and he's on the road a great deal.

You know, and I feel a woman has a right

to a little privacy in her own back yard.

And if I get the urge to all the sudden

take it off because I want to exercise,

or sunbathe, and I feel it's between me,

and whoever happens to be my guest.

I mean, you know, within the privacy

of a person's own environment,

they have the right to do whatever they want,

as long as it doesn't hurt anybody else.

But I'll tell you what really makes me mad,

is when I come out here and undress,

that snot nosed kid is up there watching

me with one of those 1,000 powered telescopes.

- Uh, excuse me.

Sergeant, I finally found a parking space

at the bottom of the hill.

- What the devil is that?

- Officer Palmer, ma'am, at your service.

- I asked for a policeman.

- You've got one of our best, Mrs. Deluca.

Officer Palmer's had extensive experience

with this type of a situation.

- Oh yeah, well why the hell isn't she

up there arresting that creep?

- Well, it's because you haven't

shown us which house yet.

Oh, oh, oh, there it is, right up there.

You see between those two trees?

- What is that, Stratford Drive?

- You better believe it.

- And what is this street, is that Woodly Canyon?

- Yeah, but what does that got to do with anything?

Hey, where are you going?

- You just stay put, Mrs. Deluca,

you've been more help than you'll ever know.

- Criminal conspiracy, Stiles.

- May I talk to Sergeant Anderson, please?

- Not in office right now,

would you like to leave a message?

- Uh, yes, would you tell her that Mrs. Hollis called,

Mrs. Charles Hollis, uh, she can call me at 555-8383,

if she gets in within the hour,

otherwise, I don't want to be disturbed.

- Okay, I'll tell her.

- Thank you.

- This is it.

- Yeah, it's gotta be it.

Hi, pepper.

- I guess old judge Cramer must have

tossed Bill in jail by now.

- Maybe, I haven't seen him, but you got a phone call.

- Oh.

- Hollis' wife.

She said if you were back within the hour,

you should call her.

- Mm-hm.

- Made it by seven minutes.

- Hi, I'm Sergeant Crowley with police department,

is your father or mother at home?

- No, they're not, they both work.

What about your brother?

- I guess you've got the wrong place,

I don't have any brother.

- Um, son, may we talk to you for a minute?

- What for?

- Look, son, if I have to come back,

it'll be when your parents are here.

We can do this now, or later, it's up to you.

Hm, wanna hear something funny?

There's a woman down there that's kind of an exhibitionist.

She's got the impression that somebody's been

watching her through a telescope.

- Down there?

- Can I look through it?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, that's the house, alright.

You wouldn't believe what she's doing right now.

- Maybe she oughta see a psychiatrist.

- This thing is really powerful.

It's really somethin'.

Say somebody committed a murder over there,

I'd almost feel like I could reach out

and touch 'em with my hands.

Well, you wanna talk here, son,

or you wanna talk back at headquarters?

Sooner or later, Bruce, you're gonna have to say something.

Even if it's just to tell me that you're thirsty.

So why don't you talk to me now?

Look, I know you saw the murder,

I know you called the police.

You obviously wanted to tell us about it,

you just didn't want us reveal your name and address,

I understand that.

You see, now it's all out in the open, Bruce,

I mean, we know who you are,

we know where you live.

So there shouldn't be anymore problem.

We'll just work together, and work with you

as much as we can.

What do you say?

Police department 36.

Is this the police department?

Yes, it is.

Well, see, well I think I witnessed a murder.

Across the canyon, from where I live.

This guy was stabbing a woman.

- There's another one on there, too, following morning.

Would you like to hear it?

- I mean, it sounded like me, but it isn't!

- That's the victim.

That's the woman you saw.

One of these is her attacker,

the guy who stabbed her seven times.

Now, if you don't wanna say anything,

that's fine, Bruce, all you gotta do

is just lift your hand up, tap the guilty one.

Bruce, just tap the guilty one, okay?

Please?

- There was a kid, who lived on my block,

an older kid named Eddie.

One of his favorite tricks,

was riding around with a pellet gun,

shooting at other cars,

one day I was driving home with a friend,

and Eddie came along and shot out the back window.

I guess we could have been killed.

Dad went to the police.

We were all willing to testify.

But you know what happened?

The district attorney's office wouldn't press charges.

About six months later,

I was walking back from the movies,

and Eddie jumped out at me from behind some bushes,

when I woke up, I was in the dirt, with a busted nose.

He said if I told anyone,

he'd burn down my house, with everyone in it,

and I knew he would.

Because he was crazy.

So guess what?

I never said a word.

Not even to mom and dad.

So now, you're talking to me about voice tapes,

and hassling me about my conscience,

and asking me to testify against

someone who's even crazier than Eddie.

Well, what if I do?

And you have to let him go.

Can you guarantee he'll never jump

out at me with a knife?

And kill me, the same way he killed that girl?

- It's okay, Bruce, it's okay.

- Come on, my friend, I'll take you home.

You know, if we hurry, maybe we can get there

before mom and dad even knows you're gone.

- Hey, Bill!

Pepper get you?

- No, I thought she went home.

- No, Hollis' wife called.

She went out to see her.

- Why didn't you go with her?

- She didn't want me to,

she thought that she'd do better alone.

I'm sorry it took me so long.

- Please, come in.

- Thank you.

- Come in, please.

- Would you believe my car wouldn't start,

and then about three blocks from here,

there was a school parade.

Band, or whatever it was, gave a concert

right in the middle of the street.

- Oh, yes, that seems to happen about once a week

around here.

Um, can I get you a cup of coffee,

or a cold drink or something?

- Oh, no, no, I'm fine, thanks.

- I really don't know how to begin.

I suppose the real truth is, I'm terrified.

I can't live with my husband anymore,

and if I try to leave him, he'll kill me.

You mean he's actually threatened that?

- Oh yes, yes, he's actually had his hands

around my throat, and tried to choke me.

You see, we were never really,

um, what I mean is, the bedroom side of our marriage,

never really...

At first, I told myself,

well, I had to tell myself that things would get better,

change, but, but they never did.

In fact, they got worse.

Sicker, more and more depraved.

- Mrs. Hollis, what is it you're trying to tell me?

- What I'm trying to tell you is,

I never met him at any restaurant that night.

The night that Pamela St. Clair was killed.

Oh!

Hurry!

- Better let me in, girls!

Better unlock this door.

Tap, tap, tap, who's that knocking at my door?

Mustn't frustrate papa.

Mustn't do that.

No, no, no.

Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.

Had a wife, and couldn't keep her.

He put her in a...

No, no, no, he put her in a pool house shell,

and there he killed her very well.

- Oh, that's the bathroom,

there's no other way out of here.

- Kiss the girls, and make them die!

Where's Pepper?

Where is she?

- Hey, freeze, halt!

Move out of there, Pepper.

Halt!

Get up now, put your hands on top of your head.

Get 'em up there!

Let's go.

- Put 'em up.

- Put 'em on top of your head, let's go.

Put 'em on top of your head!

Let's go!

- Little Jack Carter, sat in a corner,

eating his Christmas pie,

he stuck out his tongue,

and he pulled out a plumb,

and he said what a good boy am I?

What a good boy am I.

What a good boy am I.

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