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They were tearing up an old road
to lay more freeway...

a few miles
south of Las Vegas.

The State of Nevada's
Department of
Highway's digging...

would be a help
to thousands of motorists,

but to one other person,
it would turn out to be
a nightmare.

-

May 2, 8:15 p.m.

Airline stewardess Elena Munoz
missed the detour sign...

and blew a steel-belted radial
on a jagged rock.

She cursed
the power of advertising.

She had no idea
how cursed
her evening really was.

When Miss Munoz returned
with sheriff's deputies,
they found nothing.

Just excavated earth.

Elena Munoz's name
was placed
on the crank list.

In Chicago, it was
the hottest, muggiest spring
anyone could remember.

An old reporter buddy of mine
from Las Vegas had stopped in
to collect an old debt from me.

I paid off, and
Jim "The Swede" Brytoski,

now known as James Bright
and moving up in the world,

told me something
that made me forget
the hot weather.

Three deaths so far, and
that's the way the police
out there are handling it.

Yeah, all the careful words
that aren't really words and
the blank stares, yeah, I know.

The lid is on the pot,
but you can sure
smell something cooking.

All in Vegas?

No, no, no. West.
Erie, Goodsprings.

Has anyone seen
the assignment roster?

On the way to Los Angeles.
Oh, yeah.

The word around
the coroner's office is
that all of these bodies...

were missing
an inordinate
amount of blood.

If I didn't have that job
as an anchorman in Cincinnati,
I would follow this right--

What do you mean,
"an inordinate
amount of blood"?

Pardon me.
I just heard you mention
you're an anchorman?

I don't want to be nosy,
but that pays very well,
doesn't it?

Yeah, well, you are
being nosy, Uptight.
Now, fade, will ya?

What about the blood,
the murders?
Are your sources reliable?

- Very. They tell me--
-

I thought you told me on the
phone that Vincenzo was gonna
take a long lunch hour.

I did. He was.
Now, what about the story?

Is there a back way
out of here?

Yeah, down
the fire stairs, but--
James!

See you later, Carl,
and take my advice.

Get yourself a haircut,
a new suit of clothes
and move up to TV news.

It's the only way to fly.
Ciao, Carl.

But, James!

Where'd he go?
I wanted to talk to him
more about television.

- Was that Swede Brytoski I just
saw heading out of here?
- Who?

- Swede Brytoski.
- Ah, it was one of my sources.
A very secretive guy.

Oh, sure looked like Swede.
He still owes me 500 bucks
from Vegas.

- Really?
- Uh, Mr. Vincenzo.

This just came in
over the wire.
New York wants...

somebody from this office
to go to Los Angeles.

- Why? What for?
- To do a piece on Amerta Mera.

- The 15-year-old guru.
- Guru?

My budget doesn't allow
for junkets all over
the country on a whim.

A whim? This is
something big.
He is getting married.

Who do they think I am,
the Job Corps?

I'm understaffed enough
as it is.

It's a major financial
undertaking to replace
a lightbulb around here.

You think we're
having trouble with this,
Mr. Vincenzo.

All four of the reporters
in the Los Angeles office
were in an accident.

Their station wagon
overturned, and they're
in the hospital.

- I could go.
I'm not that busy.

- Carl.
- Oh, no, not me, Tony.

No, no, no.
I'm in it up to
my eyeballs right here.

Carl, do you mind if I make
the decisions on the utilization
of manpower around here?

Whatever you say, Tony.

I have read
a few articles on
transcendental meditation,

and I feel I could
handle the story
pretty well.

Uh, what books
have you read, Ron?
The, uh, Murti book?

The Harris and Lopato work?

The, uh, A Sense of Self
by Sidney Uvandi?

Just the Murti book
and some articles.
I don't know the others.

Uh-huh. Well,
the Murti book is fine,
Tony. It's just fine.

It'll give him enough
information and knowledge
to write the story.

Superficial, but enough.

- Carl, I want you to go.
- Mr. Vincenzo,
don't you see what he--

- No. Now, wait a minute, Tony.
- There is no time
for discussion.

According to this,
the interview's already been
set up with Amerta Mera.

I want you
on that plane today.

Not me. I'm not going out,
and that's that.

You are going out to Los
Angeles. You're going to give
the story your best efforts,

and you're going to
keep me posted
while you're out there.

- Tony!
- That is it, Carl!

I'm sorry, Ron.

Sorry, Ron.

May 6, 11:15 p.m.

Los Angeles's
fabled Sunset Strip.

While I was dozing
on a cross-country flight,

Catherine Rawlins, 25,
was stopped
on the street...

by someone she hadn't seen
in three years.

A lot had changed
in three years.

A whole lot.

The same night, 12:30 a.m.

Linda Courtner
returned home early with
a splitting headache...

to the apartment
she shared.

-

The pain of Linda's
headache was nothing...

compared to the agony
she experienced
before she died.

Can I get a doorman here?

- Uh--

I'll pick my car up later.

There's three
radio stations here
and the rest is TV, sir.

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

-

Yeah, operator.
I'd like to call
my mother, please.

Person-to-person.
Mr. Antonio Vincenzo.

- Yeah, area code 312-555-8842.
-

It is believed
that Mitchell fell asleep in
the auto and then succumbed...

to the high desert temperatures,
which sometimes reach
125 degrees at midday.

In Barstow, deputies stated,
Mitchell's body was in
a severely dehydrated--

- Operator, cancel that call.
- ...vital fluids all but gone.

Turning to business news,
the stock market
opened higher today.

Listen, tell me, uh--

Tell me, Mr.-- Mr. Sample,

what time does
the coroner think
that Mr. Mitchell died?

Oh, I'd say
about 5:00, 5:30 a.m.

I think he lost
consciousness
way before then.

Beautiful country you got
up here. Just gorgeous.
Gorgeous country.

Fresh, clean air,
bright sunshine.

- Yes, it's very beautiful.
- It is indeed.

Tell me,
what time does the sun
come up around here?

- In the morning, early.
- Oh, I know that!

What time,
about 5:00, 5:30?

Well, it depends
on the season. Why would
you want to know that?

Because I think
that's about the time that
Mr. Mitchell was murdered.

You been chewing mescal?
Who said he was murdered?
I say he died of exposure.

You know, Mitchell done
stole that car in Vegas.

Then he decided to
repaint it, and that's why
he taped the windows.

Where did he
repaint it, huh?
On the inside?

I mean, that's where
the windows are taped.

- On the inside.
-

You're one of them fellows
who likes to hear
himself talk, ain't you?

Tell me, did Mr. Mitchell
have a couple of puncture marks
on his throat, like fang marks?

The last nosy fellow
who come through Barstow,

somebody done come out
and punctured all his tires.

- Is that a fact?
- Yes, he did.

Thank you very much
for your advice, Mr. Sample.

It's been a pleasure
meeting you and your dog.

My trip had been
very illuminating,

but unless I had
something to show
on Amerta Mera...

and transcendental meditation,

Vincenzo would do
some serious meditating
on having me fired.

Of course, if this is
too small for you,

you might look
at the Basil Rathbone--

Excuse me.

You're late. We were
expecting the termite
inspection this morning.

Well, late I am,
but termite inspector
I'm not.

Although I have been known
to bug a few people.

I'll be right with you.

- It doesn't have
a basement.
- Basement?

- He's an oenophile.
- It's up above
the smog here.

- He's a wine freak.
- I have to have the right place
for my Romanee Contis.

- Yes, dear.
- Well, why don't you look
at the Rathbone?

It's right down the road,
and it is charming.

Well, I hope that
he has a basement.

It's a dandy buy at 525,500.

It has, uh, eight bedrooms,
four and a half baths.

All of the fireplaces
are made out of
Etruscan marble,

and the floors
are quarry tiled.

No, no, no. Wait a minute.
I'm not looking for a house.

No, you don't have
that buyer look.

No, I'm looking
for Amerta Mera.

- I think I missed him.
- Indeed.

Oh, you must be Mr. Chandra.
My name is, uh, Kolchak.
We had an appointment.

Yes, we did, and I told them
that if you wish to speak with
my most perfect master,

you should be here
by noon of today.

I was delayed. Unavoidably
delayed. But I still must
meet with Amerta Mera.

Just as your delay
was unavoidable, so shall
be your disappointment.

He has just gone to meet
the faithful in Dallas.

- When can I meet him again?
- In time, no doubt.

- In time for my deadline?
- Thank you very much
for everything, Faye.

Good-bye, Chandra.
Give my love to everyone.

Well, that's that.

They're not too concerned
with earthly pressures,
the daily grind.

They should meet my boss.
He'd turn Buddha
into a chain-smoker.

Apparently, Mr. Chandra
doesn't find you
too earthly.

Well, I'm friends with
the whole inner circle.

You see, I sold
Amerta Mera this house,

and now I'm selling it
over again.

Yeah. Uh--

My name is Carl Kolchak.
I'm with the I.N.S.

When are you bureaucrats...

gonna stop hounding
that young man?

He only came to this country
to bring love and peace.

So what if his followers
give him money freely?

Is that any reason
to keep badgering him?

It's either you or it's
the Immigration people or--

Oh, no! Wait a minute.
No. No.

I said I.N.S., not I.R.S.

Oh.

I.N.S. is a news service.
Independent News Service.

I never heard of it.

But isn't that something?
You know, I took journalism
at North Carolina State.

Then I was a reporter
for a while with
the Greensboro Republican.

Then I had a bad marriage,
and it all ended.

Here I am.
My name is Faye Kruger.

Hello, Faye Kruger.

I was sent out here
to get a story on
transcendental meditation,

but, uh, I'm not
too much interested
in the subject anyway.

Well, you should be.
It's fascinating.

I have had lots of talks
with Amerta Mera about it
while he was living here.

- You did?
- Oh, sure.
He's fascinating.

Faye, how would you
like to...

go back into journalism?

I'll proof what you write,
of course,

and, uh, I'll correct
any kind of mistakes
you may make and send it on.

Then you sign
my byline to it,
send it on back to Chicago.

- Sign your byline?
- Yeah, sure. Oh,
just at first, of course.

I mean, after they see
how really good you are,

why, I'll use every bit
of influence
I have on my boss...

- to get you a job
as a syndicated columnist.
-

- He must be really high on you.
- He's up in the ionosphere
over me.

The bodies were discovered
sometime this morning.

I'm trying to get a comment from
Lieutenant Jack Matteo of the
Los Angeles Police Department,

but so far he's declined.

Apparently,
they've already arrested
some suspects in the case.

I just had word the police
will hold a briefing...

for the press right here
at the scene any minute.

Start writing right now,
honey, 'cause you're about
to become a journalist.

I-It's room 212.
Start without me.

Acting on tips furnished
by police informants,

we arrested the two suspects
a few hours ago.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, ma'am.
- Now, these two--

The door on the left.
Yes, I--

Excuse me.
I'm late. I'm sorry.

- Thank you.
- The two suspects both...

are admitted members
of the Dark Star Coven,

a group of
Satan worshippers.

- Captain.
- Lieutenant.

- Lieutenant--
- Matteo.

Lieutenant Matteo,
how do you explain the loss
of blood in the victims?

That information has
already been furnished
and on the air, hasn't it?

We're on to
other things, Mr.--

You mean, by the suction
device found in the possession
of the suspects?

- Seems to me a thing like that
would take a long time.
- Oh, these people--

Lieutenant,
why didn't they just take
the bodies with them...

and drain them
in the safety of their home
where you caught them?

- That makes sense.
-

Do you really believe that
the suspects hung around
the murder scene all that time?

These people don't have
much presence of mind.
They're deranged.

- Lieutenant,
a question, please.
- Yes.

Do you feel that there's
a connection between...

these murders and the ones
in Erie and Barstow?

Our department
are looking into all leads.

If a connection is found,
the news will be released--
I mean, if it serves a purpose.

The murdered man
was large, wasn't he?

He was a former stuntman.

- A former stuntman?
- Yeah.

Then the killer must have had
immense strength in order
to subdue a man like that.

Constantine Praxanos,
one of our suspects,

is 6'2"
and weighs 250 pounds.

- Uh, uh, uh-- Is that strong
enough for you, Mr.--
- Wow. He's a big guy.

Lieutenant, how do you
spell that, please?

- P-R-A-X-- Uh-- Yeah.
-
Lieutenant? Lieutenant?

There must have been
quite a struggle, yet
I see no evidence of that.

Now, Dr. Kornbaum--

- Kornbaum? Is that
with a "K" or a "C," sir?
- "K."

Our police psychiatrist...

believes that
these murders...

are ritual by nature.

Satan worshippers
of the type
we've arraigned...

often serve human blood
during sabbats.

Blood! Blood. Exactly, yes.

Uh, what marks were
on the body, Lieutenant?

Were there any
marked bruises?
Are they beaten or bruised?

Lieutenant,
where was the suction
device attached?

- Yeah. Where was it?
- We're withholding
certain specific facts.

- Oh, come on!
- Facts that only an involved
party could verify.

Is there any truth
to the rumor that the only
marks on the body...

were two marks
in the throat,
like a vampire's?

Vampire?
-
First I've heard of that.

You-- You with the hat.

Just what paper
do you work for?

Manchester Guardian.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi!

Hey. Did, uh, I get
any calls from Vegas?

Well, I don't know.
You told me
not to answer the phone.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, that's right.

Hello, operator? Yeah, I'd
like to place a long-distance
call to Las Vegas, please.

Area code 702-554-7726.

- Thank you.
How's the story coming?
- Oh. Oh, fine. Just fine.

I read snatches
of it to the, uh,
room service waiter,

and he really
seemed intrigued.

When are you gonna
proofread it?

Just as soon as
I'm finished with this.

Yeah. Hello, Frank?
How you coming with
that missing persons list?

Oh, Carl, do you spell
"magically"
with one "L" or two?

Two, two. Yeah.

How many?
Eighty-seven people?

Well, I guess you'd better--

Yeah, wire me the list
down here at the hotel,
collect.

Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Frank.
I owe you.

- It been doing that a lot?
- Uh-huh.

- Uh-huh.
-

Kolchak?

Hello, operator? Hello.
-

Look, I could hear you
a lot better...

if you took
that submarine sandwich
out of your mouth.

Uh, hello--
Hello, Tony? Tony. This is
a real lousy connection.

How did the interview go
with Amerta Mera?

- Oh, she did, huh?
- I said, Amerta Mera!

Yeah, well, there's
a little place down off
the lobby down here.

It's, uh--
It's called The Char-Pit.
It's real cheap, Tony.

The guru, Carl.
Did you get what we need?

How did the interview go
with the guru?

Overcooked. Yeah, the T-bone
was lousy, but the chocolate
mousse was passable.

You just get that
story wired in and fast!
And it better be a real jewel!

Tony, listen,
this hotel is awfully close
to the airport.

There's another
747 coming over.
I can't-- Hello?

Hello? Good-bye!

Carl, when you use "its,"
as in "ofttimes loses
its own charm,"

do you put the apostrophe
before or after the "S"?

Oft? Ofttimes?

Balaban and Matteo, Unit
1-Baker-Nevada, checking out.

We're at 3200 Windsor Place.

We'll be away from the unit
45 minutes to an hour.
Code 27.

10-4. Copy.
- When are you gonna
proofread this?

Uh, why don't you
proofread it and put it out
on the wires, okay?

You don't have
any more "ofts," do you?

Or "narys" or "dost thous"?

I never use "dost thou."
Um, oh, I do have a "nary"
in here though.

What's wrong with that?

Well, it went out
with "methinks."

Lose the, uh, "nary"
and the "ofts" and put it
on the wire, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Hollywood.

I was beginning to see
they do things
strangely there.

A detective lieutenant
puts two suspects
in jail...

and then goes back
to the scene of the crime
to do his investigation.

What can you expect
from a city
that erects a building...

to look like
a stack of flapjacks...

and where some of the men
dust their eyebrows
with glitter?

Compared to Tinseltown,
Chicago was beginning to look
like the Garden of Eden.

Hey.

- What's your name?
- Uh, Carl Kolchak.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm a reporter with
the I.N.S. in Chicago.

Yeah, well, we have enough
homegrown reporters.

- Your help is not needed.
- I think you do need some help.

You got two suspects down
in jail. Yet here you are
at the scene of the murder,

fretting in this apartment that
your department has gone over
with a fine-tooth comb.

I'm a compulsive
worrier, okay?

If you're worried about
those two warlocks you got
in jail being innocent,

I think you've got
every right to worry.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Why is that?

The two victims that were
killed in this apartment were
killed for food by a vampire.

A real one!

One of the reasons I went into
police work is because I thought
I'd meet all kinds of people.

You know,
interesting people.
That's the truth.

But you're not interesting.
You're just idiotic.

No, I spoke to
that deputy sheriff
up in Barstow.

I asked him if there were
puncture marks on the neck
of the victims up there.

You know what he said?
He denied it completely!

Yet the truth
was hanging out
all over his face.

Come on.
You know and I know
that Linda Courtner...

and her boyfriend
here in this apartment--

both had puncture marks
on their throats.

If I knew that,
I would have told the press.

Why are you having
this fantasy?

This is not a fantasy.
There's a pattern
to these murders.

You know about the car
up in Barstow.

From what I hear of it,
it's grand theft auto.

Yeah, then you
didn't hear enough.

The windows in that car
were taped up
with black paper...

on the inside...

to keep the sunlight...

from coming in.

I have one thing
to tell you, Kolchak--

I want you to get
out of town. I want you to
get out of town today.

On your way home,
you can drop off your vampire
story in Transylvania.

This vampire didn't come
from Transylvania.
It came from Las Vegas.

You put one word
of that nonsense
on a Teletype,

and you're back in Windy City
before you have a chance
to pull your hat down tight!

Forget the Teletype.
That's unimportant.

What is important is that you
and everybody else in this city
stop that vampire. Kill it!

The only way you're gonna
find it is if you start
treating it as a vampire.

- Get out of here.
- No, the only way
you can kill it is that.

- Listen to me, please.
This is very important.
- Get out!

- Now, they have
superhuman strength.
- Will you--

The only way
you can hold it at bay
is with a cross.

Now, you kill it
by driving a stake
through its--

Get out.

- You the manager?
- Yeah, and the painter.

And the plumber,
and the gardener.

Did you know Linda Courtner?
Hmm?

You haven't been talking
to reporters, have you?

No. Police gave me
strict instructions.

I'm glad to see
you're complying.
Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.

Oh. Well,
I'll be glad to help
in any way I can.

That's good.
We'll be grateful
for your cooperation.

There's a lot of female clothes
missing from that apartment.
You have any idea who took 'em?

Oh, not at all.
That's odd, isn't it?
I mean, two men were--

- That's under investigation.
- Oh.

Would you give us a list
or description...

of those clothes
and jewelry so we can
put a search on 'em?

She had an awful
lot of clothes.
A lot of expensive things.

- Expensive?
- I guess she needed them
for her work.

- What kind of work?
- Her hours were very bad.

She'd come in late,
go out late.

Some kind of
entertainment thing.
Hostessing or something.

Yeah? For whom?

Grace's Catering Service.
That's the name of the firm,
I believe.

That's right.
Grace's Catering Service.
That's right.

- She was an entertainer,
a performer?
- Yeah, I guess so.

My wife overheard her
talking about
doing some stunts.

Stunts.

Are you sure
she didn't say "tricks"?

Oh, the reason she made
that mistake is because her
sister went out of town...

to go into show business,
and we naturally assumed--

She went out of town
and went into
show business where?

- Las Vegas.
- Las Vegas.

Yeah, she was
gonna be a showgirl,
but then she disappeared,

and Mrs. Courtner
was very upset.

- Yes, her name--
her name was--
- Catherine.

Catherine. That's right.
Catherine Courtner.

No. She never married,
that I know of.

No, the family name
was Stallings or Rawlings.
Rawlins! That was it!

R-A-W--
Hey, where you going?

- Did you tell him anything?
- No, I didn't
tell him anything.

- And he didn't know anything.
-

May 8, 8:10 p.m.

Ichabod Grace,
businessman, entrepreneur,

was about to
make an investment.

More of a takeover
than a merger.

- Ichabod's terms were fair,
his pitch persuasive.

Ichabod thought
he had added another filly
to his stable of trotters.

In Ichabod's parlance,
his new acquisition
was called a "fox."

He had no way of knowing
she was actually more
closely related to the bat.

I picked up
the missing persons list
from Las Vegas at the desk.

A Miss Catherine Rawlins
was number 56 on the sheet.

She had been arrested
a few times
for prostitution.

Late in 1970,
at the age of 25, she'd been
listed as a missing person.

Two things were now clear--

She was no longer missing,
nor could she now
be considered a person.

-

Hello?

When I brushed my teeth
this morning, Kolchak,
you were still alive,

but then I started shaving,
and the whole world
ended for you.

Tony? Is it Tony?
I can't hear you, Tony!

Turn the shaver off, Carl.

Now, where have you been,

why the games,
and why haven't
you returned my calls?

Well, I haven't been
in the hotel room. I've been
working, and it's paying off.

Listen, there's more
to this meditation thing
than meets the eye.

I've been running down
some interesting side roads,

and I've gotten--
It's really
very interesting.

- Is that right?
- Mmm.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions about the
Amerta Mera interview itself.

- Could I call you
back on that?
- No!

Does Mera's mansion
really have copper pipes
throughout?

- Copper pipes?
- Yes, plumbing. Plumbing!

Uh-- Well, yes, Tony.
Some of these old, uh--
these old mansions,

they do have, uh,
copper pipes.

Fascinating.

And they also have
"low-maintenance grounds,
a Spanish tile roof...

and a separate
adobe cabana"?

Yeah, that's
what it says, Tony.

Yeah, that's right.
I thought it was
very interesting.

I thought I had
my wires crossed with
Better Homes and Gardens.

I didn't send you there
to interview real estate.

Well, Tony, I thought
it was a new angle, you see?

However, if you'd like
a rewrite, I'll have it
on the way for you tomorrow.

Oh, you will have a rewrite
on the way tomorrow,

but if another story
comes in looking like this,
it will be the end.

- You got it?
- Yeah, got it. Got it.

- Good! And, Carl?
- Yes?

You can go on
and finish your shave now.

- He didn't like it, did he?
He wants a rewrite.

No, no, no. He was really
very excited about it.

Yeah, he, uh-- he doesn't
want a rewrite, exactly.

He just wants a, uh, polish.

Then why was he shouting?

Oh, listen.
Editors shout a lot.
You gotta get used to that.

Well, I'll look over
my notes and see if I can
tighten it up a little bit.

Yeah, listen, uh, I heard
about a-a business named
Grace's Catering Service,

but, Faye,
it's not listed here
in the directory.

You, uh--
You wouldn't have heard
about it, would you?

- No, I don't think I have.
- It's not listed
under "Catering."

Maybe it's under
"Restaurants."

"P." "R." That's it.

Restaurants.

"G" and Ninth.

Afternoon.
Grace's Catering Service.

Yeah, I'd like--

I'd like to speak
to Catherine Rawlins.

She's not in right now.
I could take a message.

Well, do you know
where I could see her,
where I could reach her?

You could reach her
through me. That's about it.

I see.

Well, I'd like, uh--
I'd like her to deliver...

something warm,
if that's possible.

- That's what
we're here for.
- Good.

Could she deliver it
to my hotel room?

Hold on a minute.

- Little after 8:00 okay?
- No, no. No.

Later. How about after 4:00?
4:00 a.m.

No dice.

Well, okay.
Make it after 8:00.

All right. Give me your
room number, where you're at
and your first name.

Sure.

Uh, 212. The name is Tony.

Okay, friend.
You got yourself
an appointment.

- Now, about the rewrite--
- Yeah. We'll get
on that tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- Mm-hmm.

But, look, I'm worried
about your editor.
He expects the rewrite.

- I was hoping you'd help me.
- Sure, sure, sure. Listen.
We'll do it tomorrow.

We'll just, uh--
We'll get into it
and do an absolutely...

fantastic job tomorrow.

Okay?

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.

Good-bye. Oh, Faye.

Uh, could you lend me
your lipstick?

Is there something
you'd like to talk about?

I mean, maybe I could
help you in some way.

We will! We will.
I'll tell you
everything tomorrow.

I'll give you a full
explanation, but right now could
I just borrow your lipstick?

Thank you very much. Bye.

Who is it?
- Grace's Catering.

Door's open. Come on in.

- Tony?
- Come on in.

Back!

All right.
Which freako scene is this?

- You're not Catherine Rawlins.
- You're not
Marcello Mastroianni,

but you don't hear me
crying about it.

- Where's Catherine?
- Well, you're all flattery,
aren't you, Father?

No, no.
I didn't want her to come
up here for, uh-- for, uh--

No, it's very important
that I meet her.

Ichabod sent her off
on another gig
at the last minute.

What-- What does
that witch have
that I don't?

Believe me, baby,
you would not want to know.
Now, who's Ichabod?

Ichabod Grace, the main man.

- My sugar mac.
Catherine's too.
- Uh-huh.

And where do I find
Catherine? Where does
she live? Do you know?

That creep
doesn't talk to anybody.

I don't know anything
about her except she uses
four pounds...

of pancake
and rouge on her face,
and guys pay for that.

Well, she has to use it.
She's not well.

- Aww.
- Where do I find Ichabod?

You're gonna find him hoppin'
mad when he hears I came
up here and didn't get paid.

Two hundred dollars,
sweetcheeks.

- Two hundred dollars?
- Welcome to
Hollywood, sailor.

I don't have to
answer questions like that
about my business.

That's an invasion of
the laissez-faire principle
of free enterprise.

Yeah, Linda Courtner
used to work for you,
is that right?

- Maybe. So what?
- Catherine Rawlins
killed her.

You're nuts.
Why would she want
to do a thing like that?

Uh, well, Catherine Rawlins
was Linda Courtner's sister,

and she had reasons
that even you
wouldn't understand.

- Sister?
- Yeah.

- You are crazy.
- I am?

What has Catherine
been wearing lately
in the way of clothes?

I'll bet my bottom dollar
they all belong to Linda.

You know,
maybe there is some kind
of family resemblance.

I just never noticed it.
And that Catherine--
She is weird.

You could be considered
an accessory to a murder.
Now, where is she?

- Talk to my lawyer.
- You talk to your lawyer.

You're withholding
evidence in a killing.
Now, where is she?

- I sent her over
to Stacker's pad.
- Stacker? Stacker who?

"Stacker who?"
Don't you
follow football, chum?

Clayton "Stacker" Schumaker
of the Los Angeles Rams.

10:43 p.m.

Tackle Hugo Maltz
and the famous Rams
Godzilla Gang arrived...

at the home of
Stacker Schumaker to give
their amorous teammate...

what Maltz had called
one hellacious surprise.

The surprise
was all theirs.

It-It got-- It got knocked
in there during the fight.
Be careful! Careful, will you?

Please, they might be good.
There. Okay.

Oh, that's terrific.
That's just terrific.

- Listen, these pictures
would have shown--
- I know. A woman.

- Yeah.
- A woman did all this, huh?

Ask your men. They chased
her for three blocks.
Ask them what they saw.

All they saw is someone
with long hair.

Could have been a guy
from the Dark Star Coven.
They all have long hair.

Yeah. Are they all built
like Veronica Lake?

Can they juggle
the Godzilla Gang
single-handedly, huh?

Ever hear of karate,
kung fu?

Listen,
what I saw was not kung fu,
and it wasn't chow mein.

- It was a female vampire.
- I don't want to hear
that word again!

- With superhuman strength.
- But I don't have
superhuman patience!

What I do have
is all used up.

Her name is Catherine Rawlins.
She's the sister
of Linda Courtner.

She disappeared
in Las Vegas after having
been bitten by a vam--

Thousands
of people disappear!

Is Amelia Earhart
supposed to
show up as a vampire?

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Ha-ha-ha!

- She was a high-priced
hooker in Vegas.
-

She probably operates
exactly the same way
down here.

Go on. Find her.
Look for her. Kill her.
Use your resources.

Chicago, Lieutenant.

I'm gonna use
my resources on you.

- Collect, right?
- Collect.

- Hello.
Mr. Anthony Vincenzo?
- Yes. Yes.

- Lieutenant Matteo,
L.A.P.D.
- Oh! It's Kolchak, isn't it?

He was found on the scene
of a multiple homicide.

He's a material witness,
and if we want to, we can
make him more than that.

Pretty soon
the flak is gonna start
flying back to Chicago.

Please, please, Lieutenant.
Uh, let me speak to him.

I don't want
that word mentioned.

Hi, Tony.

I'm tired of it, Kolchak.
I am fed up!

I've got a brother-in-law
who's got
a 14-year-old kid...

he's always bailing
out of juvenile hall,

but I've got you,
and you are worse!

Tony, they're just pressuring
me, that's all. What they're
doing isn't even legal.

Whatever it is, you do it,
Carl, or so help me,
you haven't got a job here.

But, Tony,

it was an absolutely
remarkable thing;
it's an incredible story.

I mean it, Carl!
I'll fire you.
I won't have any choice.

You've lied, you've connived,
you've weaseled, and you belong
on the unemployment line!

Tony, Tony, listen to me.
I was here in the flesh
when it happened,

when all the killings
took place.

It was done by
a female vamp--

It was what?
Are you there, Kolchak?
It was what?

It was a--

Well, some say it was
a couple of warlocks.

I don't know what
you're talking about,
and I don't care.

You just remember this--
Whatever you do next,
I.N.S. is not behind you.

I.N.S. is only
behind a story
on Amerta Mera,

which, incidentally,
I.N.S. better get,

or you'll be waiting in line
at Window "A"!

I understand you, I.N.S.
Over and out.

- Kolchak. Kolchak!
-

Oh, I'm sorry.
You want to speak to him?

I'll say it to you.
Be on a plane by 6:00
this morning.

Well, I don't know
if I can make that.

Then we'll carry you on
and stuff you into a seat.

Balaban! Give Mr. Kolchak
a ride back to his hotel.

- He's tired of the smog.
He wants to go home.
- Oh, no, no, I like Los--

If he won't get in the car,
jam his tie in the door
and drag him.

Oh, that's a sa--
That's a dumb thing.

That's a silly...

thing to do.

Uh, Officer,
do you have a wife
and little ones at home?

- Hi. Can I come in?
- Oh, yeah. Sure.

Oh, here's your lipstick.

Thank you.
How'd you make out?

Terrific.

You're not leaving now,
are you?

Well, it's either now
or after 12 years
in San Quentin.

- Personally, I prefer now.
- Carl, I sure
hate to see you go.

You're in the minority.
We'll keep in touch.

Listen, what about the story?
I've got some terrific ideas.
I know you're gonna love it.

I'll bet you have. Write it.

Oh, no. It's back
to real estate for me.

No, no. You keep on writing.
It'll take you a little time
to get the hang of it, but--

Real estate?

Do companies out here rent
as well as sell houses?

- Well, sure.
We've got a lot of them.
- Yeah.

How would a-- How would
a person find out if a house
had been rented or sold,

uh, purchased
or bought or leased
in the last week or two?

Well, I could look
in multiple listings.
It covers every broker in town.

- It'd take a while.
- At your office?

- Yeah.
- Where's your office?

It turned
out that Los Angeles has nearly
as many real estate offices...

as it has traffic jams.

Poor Faye Kruger and I
spent 10 straight hours
on the phone...

till we finally
had some luck,

if you can call it luck.

By the time Catherine Rawlins's
house had been located,
the sun had gone down,

and if I waited for daylight,
I'd find myself
on an eastbound jet...

compliments of the police,

and Catherine would be thousands
of miles behind me, slumbering,

waiting for the next
in an endless number
of dark, quiet nights.

The multiple listings had
described Catherine's house
as a baronial retreat.

It was actually a decayed,
turn-of-the-century mansion...

awaiting to be replaced
by a condominium,

and it would appeal
to a special
type of client,

someone unconcerned
with earthly comforts.

And it was secluded.
Who would go near it?

Only a vampire
or some fool
looking for her.

-

Get away!

Yeah! Aah!

Hey! Get away! Get away!

-

Matteo had
a detective tailing me,

but he lost me
about the time
Catherine found me.

I wasn't particularly
hard to find after that.

It was just a question
of following the light.

I was told it could be seen
from the Sunset Strip,

West Los Angeles
and Malibu.

It was a local landmark,
so I had to pay
for another one,

and I didn't mind at all.

I just couldn't think
of a way to get it
on the expense account.

They booked me for murder,
just like I thought they would,

but then, after 12 hours,
they let me go.

They never did say why,
but as I was sitting in
Lieutenant Matteo's office,

waiting for execution,

I happened to see
a coroner's report
on Catherine Rawlins.

I quote the coroner--

"The tissue structure of the
individual appeared to be that
of a female, species: human,

"who had been dead
at least three years.

This is a medical conundrum
for which I have
no explanation."

Three years.