All language subtitles for The Clairvoyant 1982

Hey!

Hey, assholes!

Turn the fuckin' lights on!

Hey!
Wh-What're you doin'?

Hey! Hey!

Okay, just keep the press boys
out of here, and remember,

I'm the only one
that makes a statement.

We'll be fucked
if the department
shoots its mouth off.

He's sexually molested?

Unlikely.

Mouth, rectum, all clean.

Right, Gabe?

That's right.

The preliminary examination
showed no signs of trauma
in those areas.

I'm listing the cause of death
as asphyxiation due to drowning.

Look at his ankle, Tom.

Almost ripped his leg off
trying to cut loose
from that steel ladder.

- Mm.
- These cuffs are unregistered.

You can buy 'em anywhere.

To get this body cuffed
and attached to the bottom rung
of a pool ladder,

the killer had to be
a goddamn ape.

Or a bull.

His friends claim that he was
past exhaustion before he even
got into the pool.

Did over 300 push-ups.

Seems he was seeing some girl
who liked her men strong.

He ain't so strong now.

That girl they found
in the river,
she was handcuffed, too.

That's right, Tom.
Same as these,
impossible to trace.

The uniform characteristics
in both cases indicate

that they were both handled
by the same strongman.

Uniform characteristics?

What the hell do you know
about uniform characteristics?

It's simple, you just
examine the details...

Goddamn talk, you learn
from a textbook
at John Jay night school.

It's apparent, Lieutenant, the...

Nothing's apparent
in murder, Rich!

Just...

Just find the facts.

Where's Weeks?

If he's moonlightin' again,

I'll make him eat
his fuckin' badge.

It's bleeding.

Can you fix that?

No.

You don't have a band-aid?

No.

I only work on the dead.

Let's get outta here.

I mean, or... Uh...

'Cause you know, like,
an overripe banana,

it could rust that icepick
you have in there.

Give someone lockjaw.

So... He gives me
the line again.

"Hey. Hey, you a comedian?"

I go right into my George Burns.

"Ah, that's right, I am.
Uh, I am a comedian.
I'm also a cop.

So... drop your banana...

and say goodnight, Gracie."

Goodnight!

Goodnight, Gracie.

Thank you!
Thank you very much.

Larry Weeks,
ladies and gentlemen.

Let's give him a big hand, okay?

Hey, great show, Larry.

Oh, thanks, Joe.
Hey, did ya get it?

- Yeah, every word.
- All right.

Hey, Lou.
Did you catch the act?

I got it now.
I just need
the hands for Burns...

I'd worry more about my ass
than my hands,
if I were you, Weeks.

- What, Cullum?
- Yeah.

I lied to him.

I told him you were on your way
to the Con Ed murder site.

Con Ed murder site?

Your name is Weeks, right?

Hey, you're really pissed.

Listen, buddy, Cullum is pissed
enough for all of us.

Where's the scene?

Across town.

[tape recorder playing set]

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Why didn't you call me?

I did, twice.

They told me you were
out to lunch.

I told 'em I knew that.

I was in the cellars,
listening to my tapes.

- I am getting so close.
- Oh, yeah?

Any closer, star,
and there's only thing

you're gonna
have to worry about.

I know I shouldn't ask,
but what is it?

Whether you want salt, pepper,
or ketchup on your badge.

Good evening.

What do ya got?

Holy shit.
Handcuffs.

Some night, a two-bagger.

Cullum.

Glad you could come.

One more gig
while you're on duty, buddy,

and you're gonna
eat my fuckin' badge.

Salt, pepper, and ketchup,
Chief, hold the onion.

From here on,
everybody's mouth is shut.

No leaks.

I don't want that bastard
killing for publicity,
you hear me?

No M.O. for the press
until we clean it up.

I want no labels on him,
like the Handcuff Killer.

If we got another strangler
or Son of Sam,

we grab him first,
then give him to the show boys.

Lieutenant.

Consider yourselves obstructed.

Lieutenant.

Weeks, you file the report.

- Lieutenant.
- Do it nice.
What?

- McCormack.
- Hello, Lieutenant.

Here they finally
put you in pictures.

Yeah, they couldn't resist me.

Yeah, I know it's hard...
We're doing what we can.

You just keep your pretty ass
outta that tent, hm?

Will you do that for me?
- Yes, sir, whatever you say.

Right.

See to it.

Come on.

Hey, you guys.
Hey, come here.

Let's get a wide shot
of that tent, okay?

Who told him
I was workin' the Comic Strip?

Everybody knows it.

You're my friend, Lou,
you shoulda protected me.

I got caught in the middle
of all this shit.

I hate fights.

When my wife and mother-in-law
go at it, I go to the movies.

Hey, Weeks.

It's for your George Burns.
Huh?

You got him down yet?

Cullum is really biting my ass.

Yeah?

Well, the guy hates talent,
I mean, what can I say?

Yeah, you keep your pretty ass
outta that tent.

] That's good,
Weeks, that's great.
I'm impressed.

- Guess who took over my show.
- Who?

Werner Armstrong.

- No shit?
- Yeah.

Who's Werner Armstrong?

He's the station manager
for the east coast affiliate.

Channel 6 hasn't even
made it to Jersey yet.

Well, they got hope.
Look, they're hiring
people with vision.

Ahh, two weeks on the tube,

you're, uh, you're pushin'
for the Snyder spot, huh?

Listen, I figure two years,
wise-ass, I'm gonna be
in with the majors.

- I want you to meet him.
- Who?

God.
Werner Armstrong.

Werner Armstrong!
Oh, great!

And what'll I do, Hitler?

I don't do him,
it depresses people.

Listen, he's got
a variety assumption,
and I told him

I got a friend who, uh,
occasionally does impressions

and, once in a while,
can pull off a joke.

- You're kidding!
- Nah.

Ohh, Schaffer city!

Yeah, well,
it's the least I could do,
you know?

I mean, I figure,
we're buddies, right?

Remember all those nights
in your patrol car
with the pimps,

the numbers, the hookers...

Ahh!
The hookers, yeah.

You're really a fucking whore,
you know that, Mac?

No pictures in the tent,
you heard the man.

Yeah.

Okay.

Pack it in, Steve!

[

I'll see ya, Weeks.

Maybe in, uh, 15 years,
when you get your pension, okay?

[
Come here.

What do you want?

What do you think I want?

We both know those killings
aren't just another statistic.

I wanna use 'em on my show.

Boy, it's hard bein' a cop.

I mean, the, uh, pay's shits,
the hours are long, and, uh,

your life is always on the line.

Al Pacino, "Serpico."

Yeah, of course it is.
I knew that.

Come on, you wanna be
in the movies, kiddo,
you gotta take the risks.

Werner Armstrong, huh?

Well, what do you wanna know?

Hi.

Hi.

You're home early.

How was your day?

You wouldn't believe
the new interns.

One followed me, all day.

I lost him in Radiology.

He's cute, though.

No, thanks.

The last one you tried
to fix me up with

wanted to show me
what a good gynecologist he was.

Was he?

Muriel...

I just started
something for class.

- Want some orange juice?
- No, thanks.

Come on, have some,
it's good for you.

You seen the paper?
- Mm-mm.

Found out who that girl was.

You know, the one
in the Hudson River.

A model from Toronto.

Here it is.

Her name was Betty Mercer.

Police located her family
in South Philadelphia,

where the teenager was born.

She moved to Toronto
two years ago.

She's doing those porno films.

Your family's in Philly,
you know her?

No.

You were up late last night.

I was working on my portfolio.

What else is new?

I quit my job.

Why?

I hate being a waitress.

The black and blue marks
aren't worth the tips.

You think that's
such a good idea?

Probably not.

You okay?

You don't sleep.
You won't go out.

You just quit your job.

Is everything all right?

Yeah... Just fine, really, but

let's just drop it, okay?

Okay.

I've an idea.

Tell you what,
we'll go out to dinner.

Splurge.

Italian.

Thai.

Chinese.

Sushi.

I saw the drawings, Virna.

Why didn't you just say it?

You're not that easy
to say it to.

Here, read the description
yourself.

She's the same girl
you drew, isn't she?

It won't happen again, Muriel.

I won't let it.

Hey!
You're early today!

when he finishes
the, uh, Mary Smith letter,

he will go
right to the flower lady.

Tell her she looks gorgeous.

Don't be nervous.
Mac'll introduce you.
You look beautiful.

You all set, Mac?

Yup, I'm all set.

Blind panicking.

D'you got your letter?

Yes, I have my letter...
Are we starting on camera two?

Camera two.

Thank you.

I thought you stopped smoking.

I did, I did.
I just keep it to,
uh, t-to play it.

Uh,

Mac, can you move a little bit
to your left?

Straighten your tie?

I'm leaving now,
I-I'll be back in an hour.

Five, four...

Three, two...

Good morning.
This is Paul McCormack,

and the show's called,
"Talk Back."

This morning, I wanna read you
a letter I received from,
uh, Mary Smith.

"Dear Mac,

I don't know
about the rest of the world,

but I'm scared to death
of the streets.

Living alone is no joke,
and after the murder

of that poor girl they found
in the river, the handcuffs,

the mutilation,

I'm considering doing one
of two things,

becoming a recluse
or moving away."

And signed, Mary Smith.

There's no address,
but there is a P.S.

"Mary Smith is not my real name.

You think I'm stupid,
or something?

Nobody's going to get me."

I think the point is that we
have to ask ourselves,

what person doesn't suffer
from "Mary Smith paranoia,"

and with good reason.

Everyday we hear
about murder, mutilation,

gunnings, knifings, I mean,
the list goes on and on.

Gory details served up
with your coffee
and morning newspaper,

but that's our reality.

And we can't escape it
by simply burying
our heads in the sand

and pretending it isn't so.

This morning,

I wanna focus
on the Betty Mercer case.

Iris in on the murdered girl

who was found floating
in the Hudson River
a few days ago.

What people don't know is that
the night before last,

the murderer
left his calling card.

A pair of handcuffs
around the wrist of the man
he electrocuted...

That's not in this format.

And the ankle
of another man he drowned.

[over tape recorder]
"And say goodnight, Gracie."

[Mac]
What one detective
called "a-a two-bagger,"

has been buried by
a particular police lieutenant.

And although the hunt
is on to find this maniac,

the point that Mary Smith makes
is absolutely right.

Stay in your house,
or move away from the Big Apple,

because there's a nut out there
with a pair of handcuffs.
Maybe we...

[phone trilling]
Guess who.

It's Werner Armstrong.

[groaning]

When they clam up,
under orders, about a killer,

a handcuff killer,

who's beginning to look
like another Son of Sam,

well then, maybe it's time
that the press had something
to do about it.

So,

"Talk Back."

What do you think?

I think you've got my ass
in a sling.

I swear to God, Lieutenant...

I swear to God,
Lieutenant Cullum,

I didn't say a word.

You've just started on the job,
and now, you pull this.

Look, Channel 6 is not
in the tabloid business, Mac.

You know how concerned
we are with station image.

I had a tough time selling
"Talk Back" and you.

The phones
haven't stopped ringing, Werner.

The word now is that you
are aiding and abetting.

Oh, that's Cullum,
he blocked information,

now he's trying
to cover his ass.

- Oh, come on, Mac.
- He's blocking the press.

[woman]
There's Paul McCormack!

Come on, Werner.
We both know
we're into something hot.

Let me play it out.

As long as the public
is listening to me,

they're listening to Channel 6.

Okay.

Have a nice lunch.

Four Seasons.

[car door closes, engine starts]

A Con Edison employee
was electrocuted

while working
with high-tech computer lines.

The man has been identified
as James Dearden,

a three year
employee with the company.

Reports from the scene
seem to indicate murder,

but no motive
is apparent at this time.

Police are continuing
the investigation
of the bizarre,

handcuffed murder
of a young woman
whose sexually molested

and abused body was found
floating in the Hudson River
two days ago.

According to police sources,
the woman has been tentatively

identified as Betty Mercer,

a young model...

[woman giggling]

evidence pointing
to similarities in all three
of these recent deaths

has been made public
by local talk show host,
Paul McCormack

on his program "Talk Back."

McCormack contends
that the use of handcuffs

is a link
in these grizzly murders.

Police deny
McCormack's allegations
and refused to comment.

Police Commissioner...

You understand?

Are you gonna cuff me?

Are you gonna take me in?

As God as my witness,
I swear by Him
and his blessed mother,

I killed the bastards
for what they done to me.

You dumb schmuck!
If you don't take me in,

I'll work my way up Broadway,
clear through to the Bronx!

Get Weeks and Rich,
bring them inside.

Come on, Weeks.

[phones ringing]

That information was classified.

Maybe McCormack
overheard us at the site.

- He wasn't near us.
- He had a microphone.

Facts, Rich, facts.

We got to be prepared to face
a mile of blind leads

and every fucking nut
in the city
who turns themself in.

And as for you Weeks...

I think that you should
ask for a transfer.

Oh, Lieutenant, look,
I know what you're thinking,
but it's not me.

You tell me,
you're not the leak?

I swear to God,
Lieutenant Cullum...
I didn't say a word.

I'm as pure as a baby's ass.

[door opens, slams]

Yeah, with a diaper
full of shit.

- Oh!
- Oh, hi.

- Oh, how ya doin'?
- All right, uh, how are you?

Is, uh, is Mac in?
- I'm fine.

Oh, yeah, but he's sleepin'.

Oh, oh, that's okay,
he's expecting me.
I'll wake him very gently.

All right.

Good morning!

It's your wakeup call.

Oh, Jesus...

What're you doin' here, Weeks?

What time is it?

Oh, 4:30 in the afternoon.

My nap time, clown!

I work in the morning.

Well, I came to congratulate you
for fucking up my life.

Thanks.

What? Cullum break you?

Who, me?
Nah, not me.

What?
Little Caesar?

Naw, not me, see.

How old are you, Weeks?

You know how old I am.

Well, tell me again, buddy.

I'll be 35 next month.

There ya go.

Well, you don't know it yet,
apparently, but I just gave you
a birthday present,

the opportunity of a lifetime.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Well, you're 35 years old.
I'm 33.

Old men
are quaking in their boots.

Cullum knows I'm the leak, now.

Well, Big fuckin' deal.
Does he have any proof?

No.
Look out.

If anything goes wrong for him,

he's gonna get farmed out
to some kind of, uh,

elephant graveyard.

You got your whole life
ahead of ya.

Come on, come on, look out.

You provoked a killer, Mac.

[chuckles]
No, I didn't provoke him.

I publicized him.

Look at it, Weeks, will ya?
Look at it!

I mean, we're a team,
you and I, right?

[water splashing]
Come on, a cop and a-
a bullshit reporter,

but if we're careful and smart,

we can come up
with this Handcuff Killer.

You get credit for the arrest,

and I make a run for the majors.

Credit for the arrest?

I'm gonna end up
pounding a beat in the boondocks

for giving out
classified information.

I spoke to Werner Armstrong
this morning.

Yeah, so?

Your career
is about to begin, my friend.

You're gonna be so hot
after we make this arrest,

you can choose whether you want,

uh, Cullum's job or a TV show
of your own.

Weeks, do you believe
in yourself?

Huh?

'Cause I do.

Get a shot like this,
you cannot let anything
stand in your way.

Come on, I'm make
ya some breakfast.

Better make me a drink.

Virna.

Virna?

- I'm sorry, I have to go.
- What's the matter?

A-Aren't you going to class?

No, no, I can't.

I-I-I'm okay, really,
I just have to go now.
- Well... aren't you gonna...

I'm sorry, Ben, I just,
I... I have to go.

We got three bodies,
we got three pairs of handcuffs,

we got no prints,
we got nothin'.

I got nothin'.

And I got heartburn.

Thank you.
Close the door
on your way out, please.

Con Ed guy and the kid
we fished out of the pool,

both went
to the same type hooker.

So, it figures that
they both knew Betty Mercer.

And check the same type hook
and see if the Mercer girl
was one of 'em.

It's a matter of deduction.

Move it, Professor!

Hit the back rooms
of the porno shops
and the kink bars.

You know, wear your holster
with the silver studs

through the leather seam.

First, the stand-up comic,
now a smart-ass
college graduate.

Keep an eye on Weeks.

Lock him out of all information
regarding the killer.

He'd fuckin' sell his mother
if he could.

That's show business.

Yeah, he's on to something else,
you watch him.

Hello, this is Paul McCormack,
and the show is called
"Talk Back."

Your name and comment, please.

[over phone]
Charlie Morrissey,

I drive a bus
in the Bronx, 22 years.

Now, it's time
all the hookers got cleaned
outta the parks system.

I mean, you can't take
your wife for a walk in...

Sorry, Charlie,
but your call's outta line.

This program's devoted
to the Handcuff Killer.

Why don't you try
the Mayor's office.

Hello, this is Paul McCormack,
and the show is called
"Talk Back."

Well, tell us your name,
sir, and...

You've seen my work, Mac.

Hello?

Are you there?

I know what I have to do.

And if you're not careful,
you and I will
do more than talk.

Hello?

Who are you?

[cars honking]

I thought you were asleep.

Muriel.

I need your help.

It happened again, didn't it?

It never stops.

I did this in class today.

It's you.

He kept reaching for his ankle.

He didn't know
what was happening.

You sure you weren't there?

After he was handcuffed,
he was pulled to the fence,

and electrocuted.

This image keeps recurring,
I've drawn it many times.

This?

These look like bedposts.

After she was killed,
she was put in the river.

She offered her hands, smiling.

And then, other hands moved in

and slid the handcuffs
over her wrists.

Then, something was pulled
over her face.

Why didn't you come in sooner?

I... I didn't wanna
get involved.

Well, why now?

Look...

I think the killer
must know who I am.

Has anyone else
seen these drawings?

Uh, just Muriel.

I talked to one or two people
at the hospital.

Means the whole world knows.

How do you make these drawings?

My hand takes over.

Well, how does that happen?

It's unconscious.

Have you ever had this kind
of experience before?

Yes, I was 16.

How long ago was that?

I was a senior
in high school, um...

I was in art class, sketching.

In the music room next door,

I... I heard someone
playing the piano.

It was springtime.

I remember the smell of apples,
something sweet.

The sun was very bright.

I hear something at the window.

There she is.

Who?

Elizabeth, that was her name.

Just a little girl
who'd been lost
for about two days.

You mean, you saw her
outside the window.

No.

You watched her,
like watching TV or something?

No, I was with her.

I was on the same street
with her.

She was lost.
She didn't know what to do,

so she wandered down a footpath
into a vacant lot.

And?

What did you do?

Well, I told my mother
about it, and she knew
that Elizabeth was lost.

How'd your mother
know Elizabeth was lost?

She had the gift, too.

The gift?

Clairvoyance.

She did automatic handwriting.

Your hand takes over and, uh...

Well, it's very hard
to explain, especially when
no one believes you.

Did you find the girl?

Yes.

Elizabeth Cotteray.

Well, I went back
to the same room,
and I drew another picture.

Same thing started happening
all over again.

Get me the Mercer file.

The light from the window...

It's like a pull
from outside myself,

out on the same street
with Elizabeth.

I see the street sign.

It's Holloway and Park.

And my hand draws this.

It's like a hypnotic trance.

Yes.

They found her
three blocks away.

You were close.

Not this close.

Oh, there are others.
I know they're connected.

Here.

What is it?
It's just lines.

[sighs] I don't know,
but I know they're connected
to the killings.

This is...
just the same as that.

Looks like a roadmap
or something.

But this is the one
that frightens me the most.

Something that belongs
to the killer.

Killer, huh?

Oh, simple... handcuffs.

Are these visions
self-induced, Miss, uh...

Nightbourne.

How the hell
did you get in here, McCormack?

That door's not marked
"Men's Room."

I came downtown at the request
of your department, Lieutenant,

to sign a statement.

You sign the statement?

Oh, yes, sir. I certainly did,
and then, I just, uh...

wandered down the hall.

Now you can just wander
back up the hall.

Weeks'll help ya
if ya get lost again.

Actually, Lieutenant, I was
gonna ask you to do my show.

Would you just get outta here?

But I can see you're under
so much pressure that...

- Thank you.
- you'll probably
embarrass yourself.

Goodbye, everybody.

Ladies.

Miss Betty Mercer.
Alias, Betty Cowl.

Alias, Betty Mercer-Cowl.

Alias, Elizabeth Mercer-Cowl.

Born, Elizabeth Cotteray
in 1964.

Makes her 17.

She was the same girl,
Miss Nightbourne.

Sh-she was in trouble.

She was calling out to me again.

You think you could draw us
a picture of the killer,
Miss Nightbourne?

You know, uh... the, uh,

the color of his eyes,

shape of his nose,

the mouth, scars?

I should've come sooner.
I should've come sooner.

All right, Miss Nightbourne,
thank you.

You may go, ladies.

We'll be in touch.

Weeks, would you
help the ladies out, please?
- Sure.

Thank you very much,
Miss Nightbourne.

Jesus.

Weird shit.

Betty Mercer worked
out of a bar called The Pearl.

Now, I checked out relatives
and friends of the victims,

but they didn't seem
to know each other.

Did they know Betty Mercer?

Not according to the bartender.

It's a, uh...
a transient kinda place.

You know, rough trade.

Did she have a pimp?
Maybe he killed her.

Nah, she worked freelance.

Burt Johnson, you know,
the swimmer...

- Yeah.
- Was a college A-student,

and Dearden, the Con Ed man,
uh, had a wife and two kids.

Decent, upstanding citizens.

[
My ass.

[traffic noises]

Taxi!

She'll take good care of ya.

Listen, uh... Oh, there's a cab.

If, uh, you do any more
of these drawings,

don't show them to anyone,
all right?

- Okay.
- Just give me a call
at that number.

- All right, uh, well...
- Okay?

Thanks, Detective Weeks
for everything...

- Sure thing.
- Okay, bye.

Now, don't fall out,
put your button down.

Don't fall out.

Shit, what a stupid
thing to say.

Uh, Miss Nightbourne?

Uh, soaking wet...

Do you mind if I come in?
- Um, well, I...

I don't know
whether you remember me,
I was at the, uh...

- Uh, Paul McCormack.
- Yeah, yes.

Good, you do remember me.

Come in.

Thank you.

That was quite a show
you and Lieutenant Cullum

played for us
at the police station
last night.

[clears throat]
Besides, I've been watching
your, uh...

exposé on TV.

Oh, good, good, and I saw yours.

I beg your pardon?

Your...
Your exposé, your drawings.

Oh...

They were scary.

Very.

Yeah, and very, uh...

very visual.

I mean, almost, uh,
almost documentary.

Look, Mr. McCormack, I...

Oh, everybody calls me Mac.

I will not do a segment
on your TV show entitled,

"Let's Draw a Murder."

I knew that's what you wanted
when I opened the door.

You are psychic.

to recognize a hype.

Must be very exciting.

You don't give up, do you?

[chuckles]

No, I mean being a visionary.

Can you see your future?

When I was 16,
I had my feet scratched,

my knees hammered,
my cranium stuck with pins.

Ooh, ouch.

I've been EEG'd
and cat-scanned, but nobody...

nobody ever gave me
a crystal ball.

I want you on my show.

I thought we just finished
that conversation.

But you didn't hear my offer.

Now, what I wanna do
very simply...

Yes, is exploit me.
I know.

I think becoming a celebrity
is-is hardly exploitation.

Look, Miss Nightbourne, I...
- My friends call me Virna.

Okay, Virna.

I wanna make a deal with you.

At least let me make my pitch.

What have you been doing,
selling encyclopedias?

Now, I say drawing pictures

of murders on TV is dangerous.

Well...

Hello?

Hello, Virna?

Hello, this
is Detective Weeks, Virna.

Please, don't say my name.

Uh, look, I know Mac
is in there with you.

I saw him go into your building.

I-I don't want him to know
that I'm calling you, so...

You've been watching me.

No, uh, no, not watching.
Uh, protecting.

Well, I want you to avoid
anything foolish.

It looks like my personal life
needs protecting.

And, as far as doing
anything foolish...

I don't know what you mean.

My name's Nightbourne.

Miss Nightbourne, uh, look,

if he wants you to be
on his show, say no.

Mm-hmm.

Is there anything else
I should say no to?

Weeks?

Look, Detective Weeks,
I can make that decision
for myself.

All right, well-well,
how 'bout letting me come up,

and we can talk it over?

Sorry, Weeks, I have a date.

♪♪

The thing is,
I think that opportunity

comes along so rarely.

Look, three weeks ago,
I was doing spot jobs.

I was, uh, waiting for my break.

Then, somebody said,
"okay," to me.

They handed me my morning show,

and just as I got on the tube,

Betty Mercer's body...

floated up to the top
of the Hudson.

Now, I know that sounds grizzly,
but that was my opportunity

to put myself
on the network map.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I don't want you
to miss an opportunity.

Yes, I-I think that
the killer will try to get you,

but I think the killer
already knows about you.

Now, if you draw on my show,

you'll need protection,
but you already
need protection.

Virna, I-I think
the best protection in the world

is to be so famous,
he won't even dare
come close to you.

Or else become a famous corpse.

Wow.

It's beautiful.

Well, I wanna thank you
for a lovely evening.

- So, say yes.
-

Don't be afraid.
I'll be with you all the way.

Don't fuck with me, you cunt.

Next time I come back here,
you better be nice to me.

Otherwise,
I'm gonna fuckin' hurt you,
you understand?

Oof!

What the...?

Where the fuck...?

Help me!
Help me!

Help me!

Help!

Hey, Doc.

Get one of the kids
to put away my oars, will ya?

Tell 'em I'll make 'em a star.

Jesus, Weeks.

What do you want?
What're you doin' here?

I want the girl kept outta this.

Don't put her on the show.

What're you, payin' your rent?
What's all the interest?

He might try to kill her.

You're right, he might,
but we have a plan.

You put her on the show,
the deal's off.

[

No! No!

Oh, oh!

You all right?

Yeah.

- I'll call the police.
- No, I'm all right.

Don't call the police.

This is Paul McCormack,
and the show's called
"Talk Back."

This morning,
before the broadcast,

I was attacked in my own home.

And although I've only got a-
a small cut on my neck

and a lump on my head,

it's obvious that someone
wanted to kill me.

And equally obvious to me
that that someone
is the Handcuff Killer.

But...

he left these behind.

Now, you're seeing these
before the police do.

These are the only
piece of evidence,
real evidence,

directly connected
to a living victim.

Apparently, I got
too close to him for comfort,

and these are
what I have to show for it.

No thanks to the police.

I got a pretty good idea
that these things are
covered with his fingerprints.

Also, I can make
a very accurate description
of the man.

And I don't intend to let up
on this, not for a moment,

whatever the pressures.

Also...

I expect, very soon,
to have a special guest,

who will shed a whole new light
on the handcuff killings.

Hi.

to say I'm sorry
about the other night.
-

I mean, I know you thought
I was spying on you, and, uh...

Well, I just wanted
you to know, my interests
really are...

strictly personal, actually.

[mumbling]
And that's... why I came.

There was another murder
last night.

How would you know that?

Because I saw it.

Drew it this morning.

This is it, isn't it?

That's it exactly.

I just did this,

right before you came in, uh...

This is part of the one
that I did of myself.

Now, I don't know
what these mean, but...

I feel they're coming at me.

Coming at you?

All right, well,
we'll add these
to our collection, and, uh...

I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.

Okay?

That's a nice-colored sweater.

Oh, uh, my sister's.

My kid sister, yeah,
you remind me of her.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, your eyes.
I knew there was something.

I-I didn't know
you had a kid sister.

Ah, I don't, but if I did,
I know...

You'd remind me of her exactly.
-

It's a long story,
I really was hoping maybe I...

I could tell it to you
over dinner, and, uh...

I do a stand-up comic, and...

I'm gonna do my act tonight.
I thought...

you might come with me.

I have a date.

Oh.

Uh, Mac?

Well, you could break that.

I mean, Mac's, uh,
very involved, uh,

plotting Lieutenant Cullum's
downfall anyway, he's...

Go right back
to the drawing board and...

What do you say?

Yeah, I could break it.

Yeah.

[
- Gee, if I-I'd known

it was this far, I mean,
I-I... I'd brought my canteen

or my camel.

[gasps]
Wait, don't tell me.
Woody Allen.

- Yes!

Who's this?
Takes, uh, a lot of practice,

and, uh, say goodnight, Gracie.

Uh...

It's not very good,
but it's George Burns.

Yes! Thanks a lot.

Ah, come on, I bet
you're having more laughs
with me

than you had with that TV dinner
McCormack, huh?
- That's true.

Where'd he take you?
Some place classy, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Where a poor sap like me
would feel out of place.

Hey, you wanna go
some place classy?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

The head waiter,
at The Plaza Hotel...

- Uh-huh?
- has a brother-in-law
who is an illegal alien!

And knows I know it, huh?
-

- You wanna go
to The Plaza Hotel?
- Yes.

Okay, it's a snap.

Hey, this is nice.
- Okay, thanks.

Obstetrics, please.

Ohh, wait a second,
that was just a little kiss.

[giggling]
That's funny.

Um, yes, I'd like to speak
to Muriel Watson, please.

Um...

Well, uh, could you tell her
that Virna Nightbourne called?

They have to get her supervisor.

You wanna go to Trinidad
with me?

Yes, uh, I'd like to talk
to Muriel Watson.

- Uh...
- Warm in a hammock,
lie in the sun.

- Well, I'd like to leave
a message then.
- Eat coconuts.

That-that's okay.

Uh... yeah.

Would you tell her
that Virna Nightbourne called,
please?

Yeah.
You're crazy.

- Mm, catch the midnight...
- No, no, I was talking
to someone else.

I'm sorry, um...

Just tell her I'll meet her
at the Comic Strip, okay?

It's a club.
- Uh, about a quarter to ten.

[softly]
Oh, God.

At about a quarter
to ten, 'kay?
Bye.

Mm-hmm.

[

Hey, Jack.

Hi, Lou.

He's in 4E.

Watch it, he's got
his fucking dog with him.

- I owe you one, Jack.
- Great, a dog.

- He got a dog up there?
- Yeah.

[outside traffic, honking]

Shh.

Okay, Browder, hit the lights!

[

Are you Willie Gonzales?

- We got a warrant
for your arrest.

Clear the hall, Browder.

All right, all right, folks,
all right, let's clear it out.

Let's clear the halls.
All right, folks,
it's a police matter.

He said somebody paid him.

For what?
To kill?

Who paid you?

-
- He has no more to say.

Yeah, well tell him
we're takin' him
down to the station.

Okay,

Now get your shirt.

Browder!

[dog barking]

Gonzales!

- Get her out of here!
- Willie!

Get her out of here!

[woman]
Willie!

[overlapping shouting]

these are true kids,
you don't have to make 'em up.

- C.J.!
- Hi!

- Hi.
- How ya doin'?

- Good, good, hey,
this is a good crowd tonight.
- Terrific, yeah.

This is, uh, my friend, Virna.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey, good luck tonight.
- Thank you, thank you.

- I got you a table.
- Yeah?

- Okay, great.
- Yup.

to be a school teacher
in this day and age.

My kids have difficulty
remembering my name,

uh, Wolfberg, you wouldn't
think all that tough,
and they

call me "Wolfman"
and, uh, "Wolfgang."

I had a kid,
first day of school,
call me "Wolfshit," uh...

- [crowd laughing]
- which is a logical mistake

for a child to make, I guess.

Uh, I had a little girl,
Kathleen Lewis.

Uh, nice girl, but she had
a health problem a, uh,

chronic gastrointestinal, uh,

disorder and, uh,
wasn't funny, wasn't funny.

She-she used to emit
prodigious amounts of gas.

And, uh... And well,
kids are merciless.

Uh, they used to call her
Earth, Wind, and Fire.

I was with a lady
in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina,

little while back, and...
who thought of me
as nothing more

than a sex object.

I assumed that was the case,
she called me a dildo.
[crowd laughing]

I said thank you very much.

Uh, it's a different world
with you ladies now.

I read the Hite report,

the survey of-
of female sexuality,
very interesting.

They found, th-they found,
for example, that over

60 percent of all women
in America,

according to the Hite report,
have at one point or another,

faked an orgasm.
Sir, that's not your fault,

I'm, uh... I'm sure, uh...

I was subjected
to this particular phenomenon
once.

Once-once that I know of,
anyway, okay, because on
this particular occasion

she wasn't really very,
very good at it.

Uh... [chuckles]
She had no sense of timing.

We weren't even having sex.
[crowd laughing]

We were having lunch.
She didn't fool nobody.

- Here's the phone, okay?
- 'Kay, thanks.

Hello?

Muriel?

Yes?

I have Muriel Watson
with me, outside.

She's in the truck
across from the stage door.

Who is this?

It's now ten minutes of ten.

If you're not here
in two minutes,

you'll find her crushed
under the wheels of the truck,

handcuffed.

Oh, my God...

Muriel.

[comedian]
I mean, I like chicken salad as
much as much as the next guy...

[crowd laughs]

We're talkin' chicken salad
with a kick.

Where's Larry Weeks?

Larry Weeks? Uh, I don't know.
He must be in the can.

- Thanks.
- Hey, you're next.

♪♪

Virna?

I-I'm right here.

- He tried to kill me!
- Tried to kill...

- Come on, come on.
- He was the killer!

I have to stop him!

Stop him... from...
- Come on.

Come on, we're gonna
go to the hospital.

Get in.
Saint Clare's Hospital!

- Fourteen...
- 'Kay, what's the count?

- Thirteen...
- Thirteen.

Twelve...
Let's go, girls, hurry it up.

Ten...
- You ready, Virna?

Nine... eight...
- 'Kay, I just want you
to relax.

Let's go, girls,
finish her off, please.

Five...
- I'll lead you
through the whole show, okay?

- Okay.
- You ready?

Three, two, one...

Quiet, and you're on.

Good morning.
This is Paul McCormack,

and the show's called
"Talk Back."

As I promised you,
I have a very special guest
for you this morning.

Late last night,

the Handcuff Killer

attempted a hit and run
on Miss Virna Nightbourne.

So let me introduce my guest
to you right now.

I want to point out to you
that you see before you the two

latest intended victims
of the Handcuff Killer.

Like me, Virna was getting
a little too close to him
for comfort,

but with an entirely
different method.

Suppose you tell us now, Virna,

exactly what you've
been doing that, uh,

drew the killer's attention
to you.

Um...

I'm a student
at the Art Students League,
and, uh,

one afternoon

I was sketching and...

it was in life class.

I thought I heard something...

at the window behind me.

And...

then I...

Yes?
Go on.

What we do here today may,
conceivably, save many lives.

[pencil scratching]

Just relax.
It's all right, just relax.

It's gonna be all right.

-
- Okay.

Can I turn this around
and show this to the cameras?

Is it all right?

Thank you.

Give me a close up
on this, will ya?
On camera two?

We got that?

[

What are you doing here?

God, Weeks,
you get more like Cullum
every day.

What happened to you?
I called here all night!

I called the studio,
they said you were gone.
Where were you?

The show was taped, hotshot.

Where were you last night?

- Hey, you know
what you've done?
- What have I done?

- You realize what you've done?
- I haven't done a damn thing!

I think Virna
would like you to leave.

Hey, you get out of here.
We're here on police business.

You get the hell out of here.

You call me later.

You're a tough man, Weeks.

Miss Nightbourne,
did Miss Watson
say anything last night?

Did she get a look
at the killer?

No, she said she didn't see him.

She didn't see his face.

Well, he thought she did.

If there's any information...
- Lou, give me some time,
will ya?

Now, get a suitcase
and pack some things, all right?

What for?

Because you've gotta
get outta here!

How easy do you wanna
make it for this maniac?

Do you understand
what is goin' on here?

Dammit, what's the matter
with you?

Don't you understand?
- Go away!

You cannot stay here!
Weeks?

Weeks, let's go.

I wanna talk to you.

- You got a warrant?
- Look, I don't care
what you think.

It's Virna I'm concerned about.
She's not safe there.

I know she'd stay with you.

At least I'd know where she is.

Sure, fine.

But I want you to stay away.

And if there's any more
police business, send Cullum.

Mill, I still don't understand.

What are you tryin' to do?

Tryin' to solve
your little puzzle.

Well, why do ya keep
movin' them around?

Just separating the realistic
ones from the others.

Now, we know this is...

Burt Johnson...

the college kid.

This is Betty Mercer...

I made a new drawing.

Has anyone seen it?

Did you show it to Weeks?

No.

This is the first time
I've drawn them all together.

This is great, I want you
to come back on my show
with this, okay?

So then they were
all together there
when Betty Mercer was killed.

Yes.

There's the boy who drowned
in the pool.

There's the Con Ed man
who was electrocuted.

Who's this?

The killer.

Or the next victim.

Then I have to go back
and draw again.

I have to draw his face.

Now this one, she said
was of something that belonged
to the killer.

Look at this.

Look how
the dark mass in this...

realistic drawing is also
in this one.

And this section
is no more than a...

blow-up of this.

[sighs]

I-I can't.

- Okay, all right.
- I'm just, I'm too tired.

Okay, I want you to lie down
and rest for a while, okay?

Come in the other room.

Okay.

I'll call Cullen.

We'll show him the drawing.

These jagged lines do look like
the teeth of open handcuffs.

Maybe it fits...

No...
It doesn't fit anywhere.

This could be the claw
of a lobster.

Hm.

Or a crab.

♪♪

♪♪

Goddammit, move it!

Move it, Goddammit!
Move it!

You crazy son of a bitch!

Whad'ya think of that
dumb bastard?

Hurry, hurry, please!

Uh!

Oh!

Ahh!

Please.

- No! No! No!
- It's all right!

It's Weeks, it's me.
It's Weeks, it's all right.

They should be down soon.

Tom, it seems there was
a fight on the roof.

McCormack slipped,
fell off the edge.

Too bad we lost him.
When Betty Mercer surfaced,

McCormack was afraid
that one of the three
would turn him in.

How did they meet?

It was just a coincidence.
They met her in a bar and they
hired her for the night.

Right.

And the night he murdered
the kid in the pool
and the Con Ed man...

he missed Teddy Gallagher.

- Apparently, Gallagher hired...
- Willie Gonzales...

to bump him off.

- Apparently?
- Wha?

Apparently, Lieutenant?

There is nothing apparent
about murder, Lieutenant.

Detective Weeks!

Detective Weeks, sir, can you
tell us what happened up there?

Uh, no. I'm sorry,
there's nothing I can say
right now.

You from channel six?

That's right, sir.

Is Werner Armstrong around?

Yes, he's right over there.

Is there anything you can say?

Say g'night, Gracie.

Good night, Gracie.