All language subtitles for Stone Cold Dead (1979).en

♪ Here comes old Rosie,
she's looking mighty fine

♪ Here comes hot Nancy,
she's stepping right on time

♪ There go the street lights

♪ Bringin' on the night

♪ Here come the men,
faces hidden from the light

♪ All through the shadows

♪ Ah, they come and they go

♪ With only one thing in common

♪ They got the fire down below

♪ Here come the rich man in his big,
long limousine

♪ Here come the poor man,
all he got to have is green

♪ Here come the banker
and the lawyer and the cop

♪ One thing for certain,
it ain't never gonna stop

♪ When it all gets too heavy

♪ That's when they come and they go

♪ They go

♪ With only one thing in common

♪ They got the fire down below

♪ Yeah, it happens out in Vegas

♪ Happens in Moline

♪ On the blue blood streets of Boston

♪ Up in Berkeley and out in Queens

♪ And it went on yesterday

♪ And it's going on tonight

♪ Somewhere there's somebody
ain't treatin' somebody right

♪ And he's looking out for Rosie

♪ She's looking mighty fine

♪ And he's roaming
the streets for Nancy

♪ And he'll find her every time

♪ And when the street lights flicker

♪ Bringin' on the night

♪ Well, they'll be slipping into darkness

♪ And slipping out of sight

♪ All through the shadows

♪ Well, watch 'em come and watch 'em go.

♪ Oh, they go

♪ With only one thing in common

♪ They got the fire down below

♪ Oh, they got one thing in common

♪ They got the fire down below

♪ Oh, they got one thing in common

♪ They got the fire down below

♪ One, two, three

Who's this?
Your daughter, huh?

Come on, get outta here.
Go on, get out, get out. You too. Go on.

She look familiar to you?

No.

Uh, just...
Does she look familiar to you?

No.

Are we looking for the killer
of Melody Stevens...

or are you looking to get even?

Does it matter?

Hey.

Hey, uh, Claudia.
I got a letter here for you.

Maybe it's from your boyfriend, huh?

You always this nervous after a show?

Who says I'm nervous?

You're very talented.

I know where I'm going.

Look, here's my, uh,
card if you need any help.

That's my number.

I got your number.

Hey.

Now, make sure you got it close.

Those .22's make a small hole going in...

but they sure make a big mess
on the inside.

Put her on ice.

Wonder who screwed her last.

Could have been half a dozen guys.

Yeah, give me a blood type.
Pubic hair report anyway.

If it was a hit,
I wanna know who set it up.

And get it over to pathology right away.

Have ballistics match the slug up for me.

I think we're dealing with the same killer.

Inspector?

Hi.

What have we, uh, got here, Boyd?

Dead hooker.

I'll have a look at your report
when it comes in.

Report? Uh, give me a break.

That's the second stiff and I've only been
on the case for 24 hours.

Finders keepers, Boyd.

D-Eleven,
I got your info here.

Go ahead, I read you.

Claudia Grissom, 19 years.
Formerly Niagara Falls.

Part-time dancer, sometime actress,
two counts soliciting.

Day timer, huh?
What was the date of her last arrest?

Let me see here.
Uh, November eighth, this year.

Thanks. Ten-four.

You're Monica Page.

Uh-huh.

You were in the bar with Claudia Grissom
a little after 12:00, is that right?

Uh-huh. Did she seem jumpy
or nervous or anything?

No.

Did she mention any names?

Nope. No.

What were you doing in there?

I'm a music lover.

What do you do for kicks, Sergeant?

I collect fish.

Why?

Because fish don't bark.

It's the most profound thing
I've ever heard about fish in my life.

I suppose you're a working girl.

I'm a hostess.

Ah. And I do a little modeling.

I imagine you take a very nice picture.

You did a good job.

Visitor, Mr. Kurtz.

Send him in, Danny.
Yes, sir.

I'll wait for you outside.

I couldn't help it, Mr. Kurtz.
She pulled a knife on me.

Willie, you're letting the ladies control you.

It's supposed to be the other way around.
You remember that.

Well...

it won't happen again.

No. I swear, Mr. Kurtz.

Willie, are you still here?

Now.

Is that one of Kurtz's girls?

Yeah.
Bernice Carnival.

Bust her down.

All right, ladies, come on.

Hustle your ass somewhere else.

Come on, sweetheart.
Let's go.

Look.
I don't hustle anymore.

That son of a bitch knows that.

- Danny.
- Yes, Mr. Kurtz.

What would you do with a bad headache?

I'd get rid of it, Mr. Kurtz.

Have a nice night, Danny.

You bet, Mr. Kurtz.

Oh, hello, officers.

I see the mayor's annual clean-up campaign
is in full swing.

I must commend him in the morning.

All right, take it easy, fella.
Take it easy.

Voila, magic.
The gun permit, signed by the mayor.

Pimp.

No, no. Not really, more of a, uh,
a traffic cop.

I mean, I direct people to things
that they're looking for.

For this, they love me.

Mason here, he prays for me.

Would you like Mason to pray for you?

He'd do that, you know, if I ask.

He'll also tear you in two
like the losing ticket at a track if I ask.

Have a nice night, Boyd.

And don't be too rough
on the ladies, huh?

Son of a bitch.

Goodbye! What?
Hey, Boyd, it's Tony.

Oh, Tony. I'm sorry.

You been getting obscene calls again?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, look, the Inspector called.

He wants us to check out Danny DeLeon.

DeLeon, why?

They just found a third body.

Wet Willie with a .22 in his hand. Oh.

DeLeon works for Kurtz.

Maybe there's a connection
with the Stevens' murder.

Boyd, what the hell is it with you?

Why is it always Kurtz?

Maybe I don't like pimps.

Hello?
Rosie!

Yeah.
What?

Look, man, he can't fight.

He can't box.
He can't move.

He can't punch.
He can't do anything.

The only thing that Limey can do
is kiss the canvas.

Meet him in the ring?

Or do you want me
to meet him socially?

No, man, I don't wanna buy no watch.

Hey, Boyd, how are you, pal?

Hey, Rosie.

Good, man, good, good.

So, what can I do for you?

I'm looking for a black fighter...

a cat named, uh, Danny DeLeon.
You know him?

Danny the Lion?
He ain't no fighter, man.

Hey, Danny.

Listen, how come I don't see you
around no more?

Oh, you know, you get busy.

You know how that goes.

Got any kids B?
No. How about you?

Man, I got no kids.
I just got a wife and three orangutans.

Danny! That's all right.
I'll find him.

Hey, uh... Yeah, what do you want?

Oh, man, what'd he do?

We're checking out Rosie's gym.
Ten-four.

Shit.

That way.

Come on.

Hey, how would you like a nice,
sensuous body rub?

What about a foot massage?

No, thanks.
I got a hole in my sock.

Hey, you're a cop.
It's a cop!

What is this, a shakedown?

Back off, Gorilla Boy.

Go around front!
Go, Danny!

Boyd!

You're under arrest.

You're jivin' me, man.
What for?

For littering, you son of a bitch.

I've had it.
I wanna change.

I don't care who the hell you put me with
as long as it isn't Boyd.

What's the problem, Antonio?

What's the problem?

What's the...
I'll tell you what the problem is.

I don't know what the hell he's gonna do...

from one goddamned minute to the next.

This is my life we're talking about here.

Oh.

He's obsessed.

He wants to turn every homicide...

into a crusade to clean up the city.

Well, I'm a cop, I'm not a janitor.

I'll look into it.

Meanwhile, you take care
of that shoulder, huh?

We're having you as the last man
to make it with Claudia Grissom.

The forensic tests prove that.

Don't prove nothin'.

Why would I do something like that?
Tell me that, sucker.

Claudia had something on Kurtz.

She left your stable.
You knew her habits.

So, Kurtz hired you to hit her.

Maybe Kurtz has got something on you.

Just some chicken shit head games.

Don't mean nothin' to me.

Well, maybe you're not guilty of murder.

Maybe you didn't actually
pull the trigger on Claudia.

But how does the name
Wet Willie sound to you?

How does "kiss my ass"
sound to you, motherfucker?

Oh, don't bother to stand up.

You don't want the guard to think
you pissed your pants.

Guard!

Police are baffled by the identity of the killer...

of Claudia Grissom, a former prostitute.

This is the second such murder
in less than 48 hours.

Tuesday afternoon,
Melody Stevens, 14, was shot to death...

in a downtown parking lot
near the Grissom murder...

as she walked from a parked car.

This brings the total to three homicides
this week that police suspect may be linked.

KXET's Murray Short has this report.

I'm speaking to Inspector Webb of Homicide.

Uh, Inspector, how similar are these killings
to the Jack the Ripper murders?

First of all, ballistic evidence is inconclusive.

It may be a possibility that the same murder
weapon was involved.

So then the Sin Sniper may be
gunning for a fourth victim?

Hello.
Hi.

Who is it?

It's me.

Oh, hi.
What do you want?

Well, I thought we could
get together for lunch.

No, I can't.
Please, I wanna talk to you.

Okay.
What about tomorrow?

Can't you make it any sooner?

All right.
How about this afternoon on campus?

Okay, fine.
I'll be there.

Was that your mother? Mmm-hmm.

She wants you to move back in with her?

Yes and, uh, I just can't handle it.

Don't worry about her.
I'll take care of her.

This is Boyd in D-Eleven.
I just spotted suspect on campus.

I'm gonna stick with her.
Ten-four.

Ten-Four, D-Eleven.

How come you get all the easy assignments?

♪ My friends

Hi. Hop in, honey.

- You working hard?
- Six nights a week.

Where to?
Downtown.

♪ All you wanna do is use me, baby

Okay, bye-bye, see you next week.

Now, take me to Chez Pierre Boutique.
I wanna get a new dress.

And then I wanna get some wine.
Hey, hey, hold it, honey.

One at a time.

♪ Uh-huh, I wanna spread the news

♪ That if it feels this good getting used

♪ Hey, just keep on using me

He doesn't care.

♪ Until you use me up

Will you zip me up?

♪ Take my love...

I love him.

Do you, babe?

Don't you want somebody to love?

I can't afford it.
There you go.

Monica, can I sleep here tonight?

Sure.

You know I can't sleep alone.

Don't be so nervous.

Look, I got a client
coming here from Montreal.

But I'll be home before you will.

You look pretty tonight.

A sudden storm from the East
has crippled traffic.

For a report, here's our Sunshine Girl,
Debbie Lee.

Hi, Bob.
Uh, there's an accident on the freeway...

and it's brought all traffic to a standstill.

Hello, little girl.

Would you like a ride
in my shiny, silver car?

Sure, Julie.
How far?

As far as you wanna go.

And that snowstorm,
well, it's tapering off to snow flurries.

So, just sit back folks,
turn up your radios and...

You wear much, much...

much too much lipstick...

for my lady.

There.

Hmm.

Baubles.

Julie.

Goddamn it.

What do you do that for?

Julie.

You're puttin' a lot of money in that arm.
I know where you get it.

You're selling your ass up and down
the street like a...

Like a common hooker.

You're not a hooker, Bernice.

Not a hooker, Bernice.
You're my lady.

Julie...
Don't, Julie.

Mason, pull over.

♪ Children of the night

♪ Where do you come from?

♪ Children of the night

♪ Where do you go?

♪ Flashing neon lights

♪ Flickering candlelight

♪ Soft voices whispering low

♪ Children of the night

♪ Where do you come from?

♪ Children of the night

♪ Where do you go?

♪ Flashing neon lights

♪ Flickering candlelight

♪ Soft voices whispering low

Uh, scotch and water, please.
Thank you.

Well...

I've told you everything I know.

You didn't tell me you were on junk.

I took a look at your rap sheet.

Well, I had a habit once.

And you kicked?

That's right.

You married?

No.
Are you?

I'm separated.

Bet you still pay the bills.

Your son?

My daughter.

Sergeant, why do you really
wanna talk to me?

I'm looking for a killer.

Is that all?

I've gotta be going now.

Did any of you know Claudia Grissom?

No, she was a loner.

Aren't we all?
Okay, wait, I'll tell you when.

What about you?

You?

What?

What do you do?

I work for the city.

That's cute.
That's real cute.

You know a dope dealer,
whoremonger named Kurtz?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Kurtz, Julius Kurtz.

No.
Why should I?

I'm no hooker.
I'm just new in town.

She's right about the last part.

To you, then.

Come on.

I don't have to answer your dumb questions.
I know my rights.

Look, I'm gonna put it this way.
We can play it tough.

Go soak your head on your face.

Let go of me.

Since Kurtz moved in with his meat market...

we've had a 45% increase in homicides...

plus B and E's boosting the whole shot.

I want you to move inside.

I want you to check his girls out
and I want you to bring him in.

So, where's the evidence?

You're looking at it.
It starts with the peep shows...

the jerk-off parlors.

And then the pimps
move in with the hookers.

The junkies move in with the pimps.

First thing you know
we got a sewer instead of a city.

Why Kurtz?
Anyone could be the sniper.

Even you, Sergeant.

There's a lot of men out there
who have a hate-on for women.

Like the one that wasted Melody Stevens,
14 years old.

When I went to tell her parents,
her mother said...

"Save the condolences."

That's when I asked myself,
what the hell am I doing out here?

Rule number one,
don't take it home with you.

Knock that crap off.
I don't take it home.

I just do my job.

So let me do mine.

Look, MacAuley...

I want Kurtz's nuts in a meat grinder,
you got that?

Yeah, yeah, I got that.

Now you get this, Sergeant.

I've been in undercover three years.

I got guts, I got determination...

and at times I even show a little initiative.

And if you crowd me...

I'll blow your shorts off.

Stick it up your nose!

Police are baffled by the identity
of the Sin Sniper.

Two prostitutes have been killed today...

and that leaves...

Julie, take me to Miami with you.

No.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

It's a business trip.

I'll be good.

Will you take me home?

Mason will take you home.

Bernice...

you're gonna be a good girl
while I'm gone, aren't you?

Monica? Monica?

Oh, no, you don't.

Come on, let me in.
No, come on.

Get outta here.
Come on, get out.

Come on, get outta here.
Get outta here. Let go.

You're hurting me.

Aw! Oh.

Well, well, well.
Isn't this pretty.

You told me you didn't hustle anymore...

and I suppose you don't do junk either, huh?

Let's find out, huh?
Take a look.

Oh, leave me alone. Come on.

What are those, huh?
Mosquito bites?

I guess so.
Come on, get up.

What the hell is going on here?

It's just a little needle party.

Bob, you got a warrant?

Look, you got enough junk here
to fuel a jetliner.

Your friend's so vegged out
she can't even stand up.

So, don't give me that civil liberties crap,
all right?

You're under arrest.

♪ Peace of mind

♪ Peace of mind

♪ Elusive as a dragonfly

♪ Hovering in the sky

♪ I can take the pain

♪ Just give me one chance again

♪ Help me to climb to peace of mind

♪ And you think it's so funny... ♪

Shut up!

Leave her alone, lard-ass.

Next time I search you,
I'm gonna make it hurt.

I think she means it.

Oh, boy.

Never trust a man, honey.

Particularly if it's a cop.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Cops make good johns.

They usually got good dope.

Let's just forget it, huh?

Sure.

You a working girl?

Look like you're doing okay.

I'm making a business.
No pimps, no enemies.

You know...

sometimes I get nervous.

I mean, suppose a john figures
he's been suckered...

and comes back on you, you know?

Like that chick who got hit.

Man, stone cold dead.

Well, you work the streets,
you're asking for trouble.

Sound like you've been there.

Yep. I've been there and back.

If you're gonna do it, do it right
or don't do it at all.

Hmm.

♪ You take the high road

♪ And I'll take the low one

♪ I know it well

♪ And I'll catch up to you some day

♪ Yes, I will

Well, that's nice.
Keep it up.

I mean, make all those things banging
in my head go away.

♪ I can take the pain

♪ Just give me one chance again

Psst.

It's a tranq.

That ought to do the trick, huh?

♪ Peace of mind

♪ Peace of mind...

You got a real nice voice.

You know,
I got a friend you should meet.

♪ Hovering in the sky

Sergeant,

did you say you were going to the jail
to talk to Bernice Carnival?

- Yeah, why?
- Forget it.

Kurtz's lawyer just made her bail.

Oh, shit.

Hey, where are you going?

To pay Danny another visit.

He's out, too.

Ah, shit.

Hey.

Were you working again all night?

Yeah.

Marge, you better get inside.
You're gonna catch pneumonia.

You know, from the very first time
you walked into my class...

I knew you were special.

Look, I appreciate everything
you've done for me.

You've taught me a lot.

Oh, that's all right.

But, uh, but I don't know how to say this.

Just say it straight.

Well, what happens
between my mother and I...

is my business.

Look. I'm sorry.

But it's just that I care
about you, you know.

Don't.

I just wanna be your friend.

Well, I can take care of myself, okay?

Why do you say that?

I just wanna be your friend.

♪ She sat me right down
and she talked to me

♪ She told me, girl, that's a man

She's the sweetest stripper in the business.

No man's ever loved her right.

Yeah. Well, I think Julie's taking care
of that just fine.

Julie ain't enough for her.

Oh.

She ought to stick to stripping
if she knows what's good for her.

What's that supposed to mean?

If I was Julie's girl...

I wouldn't mess with new tricks.

♪ Hey, I'm saying, use me up

♪ I said, use me up, baby

♪ Use me, use me up

Hey, baby, what took you so long?

I had to change.
Going to the hotel?

Yeah, but I'd like to have you
for the night.

You know that's an extra two bills.

Oh, I thought we could talk about that.

Talk?
I thought you wanted action.

All right, all right.

Evenin', baby.

You know, you're real talented,
you know that?

Yeah.
Listen, sugar.

You're sittin' on a gold mine.

Why you givin' it away?

That's for street chicks.

You lookin' for a hustle?

What's the matter, baby?

Let me lick you a little bit.
Don't be shy.

Hey, bitch, what's your trip?

Junk, man.
Junk's my trip.

Well, you gotta do somethin' to get it.

Come on.

Okay, what have you got for me?

I think I'm onto somethin'.

Peddlin' some awful good junk.

More coming in from the East.

You're a real zealot, you know that?

My dad used to say,
"You wanna play it safe...

"be a housewife or a filing clerk."

Look, MacAuley, let's get something straight.

I got no use for dead heroes.

What's the matter, Sergeant?
Afraid of getting too close?

Yeah.
Scares the shit outta me.

Professional ethics.

No. Past experience.

Okay, let's go.
Hey, let me go.

I was just having a drink.

That's some drink, all right.

Come on, get in there.

All right, Mason, let's go.

Thank you, Danny.

Sure thing, Mr. Kurtz.

Monica's in jail.

I had to bail her out.

She doesn't have any money.

You never cared about money, Bernice.

You're doing this because you like it.

You always will.

At least I work for my money.

What do you do, Julie?

Get out, Bernice.

I hope you mean what you say.

'Cause when I walk through this door...

you'll never see me again.

Promise?

Julie.

Do you wanna party?

All night long.

"I hope you are home now and well.

"I'm so sorry to cause you all this trouble.

"I know I promised to be good.

"Please forgive me.

"I love you."

Folks, you're gonna have to stand back.

Please, come on, move back.

It's awful.
Can't even come downtown anymore.

I'm sorry. Please, step back.
Excuse me, yes. Step back.

A hundred and forty bucks.

Doesn't even pay for the box.

♪ Or did you think I was blind

♪ Not to have noticed

♪ Or read between the lines

"Greetings from the darkroom,

"and the sewers and the shit
you call your city.

"Here's a centerfold
that's guaranteed to blow your mind.

"What a cutie."

That's what a call a real sickie.

When did the newspapers get this?

Came in this afternoon.

First damn lead we got.

It is the first lead we've got.

I gotta get something to wash this down.

Who is it?

Boyd.

Boyd, you've got a lot of nerve, buddy.

Look, Monica...

this is something that should be
said face-to-face.

Well, you're not coming in here.

All right, if that's the way you want it...

Bernice Carnival's been shot.
She's dead.

I'm sorry.

A lot of help.
Are you satisfied?

Now, look, Monica.

I wanna find her killer,
but I need your help.

You knew both victims.
That means something.

Monica?

Go away!

Go away!

They've got her painted like a whore,
haven't they?

You son of a bitch.

Tears, Kurtz?

Oh, you're almost acting
like a human being.

I didn't think you took death this hard.

I loved her.

Oh, is that right?
You loved her.

I forgot, even scumbags like you
have feelings.

But how did you feel about, uh...

Claudia Grissom, Melody Stevens?

Did you love them, too?

I loved...

Bernice Carnival, Sergeant.

I am paying my last respects.
Do you mind?

When you say goodbye,
you really mean it.

You don't belong here.
Neither does she.

Oh, incidentally,
the white carnations are from me.

Thank you for coming, Doctor.

I know how busy you are.

Always glad to help an old friend,
Sergeant.

Want some more wine?

No.
No, thank you.

What I want is a motive for these killings.

Well, there probably isn't one,
in the accepted sense.

You're not dealing
with your average killer.

He's not motivated by jealousy...

money or even sex.

Oh, what is it then?

Revenge.

You look upon his murders
as crimes of protest.

Against what?
Against hookers?

Against society.

Every time he presses the trigger...

he gets back at the society that has
blocked his creativity.

He finds self-expression
through acts of violence.

It's murder with a purpose...

with self-definition of the goal.

Self-definition.

What kind of a goddamned motive is that?

Every time he focuses his sights on a woman
and shoots her...

he knows who he is.

Why, he's the Sin Sniper,
like the papers say.

And he doesn't feel guilty...

because he's not responsible.

It's society that's to blame.

Oh, I'm late for my 1:00 session.
Please.

♪ I only came in to see a doctor

♪ Won't you take a look at my hands?

♪ They're shaking and twisting all over

♪ A two-bit gambling man

♪ He came home yesterday evening

♪ He said he had conjured up this plan

♪ To make a bundle of money

♪ Believing and hoped I'd understand

♪ It ain't my place
to speak ill of your man

♪ Here's some pills

♪ Here, take 'em for your hands
but nothing for lies

♪ His sister, Sarah, came over

♪ I offered her coffee, she said,
"I'd rather not...

♪ "Just pour us a glass of bourbon, honey

♪ "Oh, I'm so good and hot"

♪ It ain't no use

♪ You're believing
all his lies

♪ He's still in town

♪ Check up on the eastside

♪ But, honey, I told him

♪ Here's what I said

♪ Well, what you doing with
a one-man woman, Simon?

♪ Uh, don't you care
she's at home a-weeping

♪ And a-pining

♪ Uh, didn't I say you
lacked the salesman's understanding

♪ About lies

♪ About lies

♪ About lies

♪ Lies

Hey, darling, you can sing a song.
Great.

Well, what'd you think?

Yeah, she's got a nice set of chops.

But I'd still have to see her in front
of a crowd.

Thanks for coming down, babe.

Sure.

You think you slick, don't you?

Look, honey, better luck next time, huh?

What you know about the blues, honkey?

Honey...

Well, maybe a soul sister can teach you
a little more.

Bitch, I'm gonna cut your ass
three ways.

Long, deep, and frequent.

I'm gonna stick you.

You a gambling bitch.

But I'm gonna stick you good
and make you holler.

Kill you.

Bitch.

Hey, knock it off.

No, let them fight it out first.

For Christ's sake,
somebody's gonna get hurt.

What the hell is going...

Bitch tried to knife me.

Well, next time I'll do it, too.

What'd you do that for?
Look at you.

Hair all messed up,
don't no man wanna look at you twice.

That's what you think.

That chick needs her ass kicked.

Save it, bitch.
That's my woman you're talking about.

Well, that's your problem now, ain't it?

I'll see you later, momma.

Do you fuck as good as you look?

Better.

Well, let's go.

What's your hurry, white sugar?

Cause I don't wanna be seen with you.

Well, I've had better myself.

Go wash up, pudding.

I want you to punish me for what I said.

It's your money, honey.

Hey, something wrong in room 45.
Get it, come on.

Oh, my!
Oh, my God!

What the hell's going on here?

I didn't do it.
I didn't do it.

I gotta get outta here.
You ain't going nowhere.

Now just move aside, please.

Let me get through here.
Let me get through here.

Just like old times, huh, Boyd?

How's the shoulder?

Stiff.

You could be a hell of a lot stiffer.

Just answer...
Get out of the way, please.

Come on, we've gotta move this
outta here.

You know, Tony,
all this is making me very angry.

At least, this time we got a witness.

What does an associate professor...

married man, a wife, two kids...

want with a $30 hooker?

That is a very good question, Sergeant.

I don't know.

I suppose I felt like I missed the boat.

Sounds so stupid.

I have never been
with a black woman before.

Well, she sure as hell
changed your luck.

Here.

Well, I guess...

this is gonna make a hell of a front
page story.

College professor with dead hooker.

Not necessarily.

I think I can keep your name
out of the papers.

What do you want me to do?

Just a little research.

The only lead I got is a woman who knew
all the victims.

I want you to check out
anyone she might know at the university.

Okay, line-up.
Shape up.

I want you to look straight...
You there.

Stop slouching.
Stand up straight.

All right. I want you
to look at these men very carefully.

You got that?

Is that the guy you saw?

No.

How about him?

No, no, no.

What about him?

I don't think so.

How about number five?

Hmm? Well?

I don't know. It...
Maybe if he walked.

Number five, let's see you walk.

Well, is that the guy or isn't he?

It was pretty dark.

Is it yes or is it no?

He was moving pretty fast.
It was dark.

Oh. Jack, for Christ's sake, relax.

You're shaking so bad
you're giving me double vision.

I can't, I can't help it, Sarge.

This guy's trying to put the squeeze on me.

Would you knock it off?

The old guy's pissing razor blades.

What do you mean, knock it off?

We got a homo dance critic who limps,
who lives in the area.

We got a weirdo minister with a record
for indecent assault...

and attempted murder.

Yeah, I know what we got, I know.

Yeah, but you don't know this.

Morali got a call this morning
from a concerned mother.

Apparently, Matthews was copping a feel
from her daughter...

at choir practice,
only she's too embarrassed to press charges.

- What's the point?
- The point is...

that he likes little girls...

and he's got a bullshit alibi.

Well, Tony, just because
the good Reverend has a limp...

and likes little girls,
that doesn't make him the sniper.

Why is it that every time
I get an angle on something...

you walk all over it?

All right. We'll release him
and you can put a tail on him.

You, go.

Well, if it isn't the guardian angel.

Why?
Hmm?

I can look after myself, okay?

Listen, Monica.
I know this hasn't been easy.

Look, what do you want?

What are you hanging around for?

I'm here on business.

Eh? Isn't everyone?

All right.
I wanna help you.

Why?

Because I'm concerned.
Yeah?

I think you're turned on.

You think I just want a quick fuck?

That's what you're looking for.

A freebie maybe?

You're a beautiful woman.

Cops like free stuff, yeah?
Uh, free hamburgers, free cups of coffee.

Hey.

What do you want?

I want you off junk.

I want you off the streets
while this maniac's running around.

Well, a woman has got to make a living.

How much would you make tonight?

Two hundred?

Will this keep you home?

I'm reserving you for the night.

Why don't you get yourself a drink?

Sure.
Don't worry about me.

Don't answer that.

Why spoil a perfect evening, huh?

Sure.

Besides, I feel much safer
with you sleeping here.

You got the recorder?

Yeah.

Now I got something for you.

I always knew Monica was involved.

With you?

Look, MacAuley. I don't need you
investigating my life, all right?

You know, I still feel like a shit
when I nail someone...

who's become a friend.

You all right?
You need a backup?

Nah, don't worry.
I can deliver Kurtz for you.

Yeah, but he's the wrong killer.
He's not the sniper.

You're really something,
you know that?

You're the one that had the hots for Kurtz.

Kurtz is a survivor.
We're looking for a suicide case.

But I still want his ass, MacAuley.

So maybe we'll score a combination.

If we do, I'll buy you a drink,
a good long stiff one.

What's the matter?

I was just thinking how long it's been...

since I had a drink with a man I liked.

Bye.

Can I come in?

I guess so.

Oh, you got a nice place.

You've been here before.

Look, what do you want here anyway?

Oh, I thought I might be able to use
your phone.

I don't have a dime.

My phone.

Go ahead.
Use the white one.

I gotta call my fish.

What?

Yeah, I know maybe this sounds strange,
but you see...

I got this mechanism hooked up...

and when I dial 922-4243,

it activates this little gadget
and my fish get fed.

No, it really works.

I'm not home much.

What happens if somebody else
dials the number?

It's unlisted.

Um, you got an unlisted number
for your...

My God.

You're really crazy.

Look, uh...

sorry about last night.
Here.

I started feeling sorry for myself.

Needed some company.

Well, I might have been able
to provide that.

Maybe next time.

Well, how about this time?

What do you feel like doing?

Something I haven't done in years.

Now, aren't you sorry we didn't go bowling?

I can't believe it.

We've been together all evening,
you haven't asked me any questions.

I haven't had any breath all evening.

How come you're separated?

Oh?
Since when did you get on my case?

You just look like the kind of guy
who'd like a steady thing.

I thought so, too.

Got any kids?

No. Found out it took two.

How about you?
You just got the one?

Yeah, Olivia.

You must be very proud of her.
Very pretty girl.

Straight "A" student.

Yeah, well, I don't think she approves
much of me.

So give it up, change your life.

Why are cops such pain-in-the-ass reformers?

Did it ever occur to you that I'm very happy...

that I don't wanna change my life?

Hey.

Hey.

How'd you look with a moustache?

I'll make you a deal.

I won't try to change your life
if you don't try to...

change my face, okay?

Okay.

Come on, Tinker Blades.
Let's show 'em how.

Haven't you ever heard the term "flatfoot"?

I'll, uh, I'll give you a call, huh?

Aren't you gonna come in?

I'll take a rain check.
Good night.

Okay.

Hi, Professor.
What have you got for me?

The lists.

Who's Teddy Mann?

I checked him out.
He has a teaching fellowship...

at the University in photographic arts.

He's here on a scholarship.

- Athletic?
- No, not really.

Hmm, so Teddy likes taking pictures.

It's too bad he doesn't like guns.

I checked his record in the Army.

Well, what do you know?

Teddy's a sharpshooter.

He studied photography in high school...

got drafted and was recommended
for a commission.

He was refused,
psychological instability.

Apparently, he has become fond of one
of his students.

Her mother has complained of harassment...

to the faculty head.

Oh, and I checked the cameras on loan...

from the university like you asked?

Teddy's had one out for over a month.

A Canon with a 135 millimeter lens.

That's what he and his students use in class.

Funny thing about the 135...

there's only one cap that fits
that particular lens.

All the rest are interchangeable.

I think you should have a word with him,
Sergeant.

Her name's MacAuley.
She's a cop.

Just like you.

Yeah, just like me,
except she's not on the take.

Maybe she's not as smart as you.

Listen, I don't want anything to happen to her,
you understand?

Of course, of course.

We'll have to change
the destination of the shipment.

Where to?

I'll tell you that tomorrow night.

Same place?

Yeah, processing plant.
1:00.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you
like that.

Like hell you didn't.

You didn't hear me knock, that's all.

What's the matter anyhow?

Nothing.

Well, I don't understand
what's been going on, you know?

You've been acting really strangely lately.

Oh, it's me, is it?

Yes, you're goddamned right it's you.

You've been avoiding me.
And don't try and deny it.

Teddy, I don't think I can go out
with you tonight.

Listen, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.

I love you, you know?

I was just afraid that...

That what?

That there was somebody else.

No.
There's no one else, Teddy.

Will you turn the lights off
when you go?

There's a songbird
about to sing some sour notes.

You're going to have to stop her.

I'll do that, Mr. Kurtz.

Enjoy yourself, Danny.

Yes, sir, Mr. Kurtz.

And what else?

I don't recognize the voice.
Boyd should be able to.

It's probably somebody
on the drug squad.

It's a hit!

It should have been me, you know.

What the hell are you talking about?

If I hadn't quit on you.

A hero.

Everybody wants to be a dead hero.

Boyd, I played ball with you.

I've done things no other inspector
would even consider...

and what have I got, huh?

Three dead women,
two police detectives murdered...

and a city that's petrified.

Yeah?
I don't care if it's the mayor.

Well, tell him I'm under heavy sedation, hmm?

Okay. What have you got to say?

Here, listen to this.

Yeah?

That's terrific.
Yeah.

The police chief is coming over the...

Where the hell do you think you're going?

To say goodbye to a friend.

Daddy, when can I drive your car?

- When you get older.
- Why?

- Because you're too small.
- Why?

- Because you're only four.
- Why?

Dummy. All right, there you are.
Go ahead.

And don't do any speeding.

Okay, I won't, Daddy.

- Hey, Boyd.
- Tony.

How're you doing?

Your hands are dirty.
Oh.

Yeah, I was just fixing Bobby's bike.

How about a coffee, huh?
A little snort.

No, no, thanks.
I'm working.

Oh, this isn't a social call, hey?

All right.

What is it?
What is it?

We'll have to change the destination
of the shipment.

Where to?

I'll tell you that tomorrow night.

Same place?

Processing plant at 1:00.

Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Jesus.

Honest to God,
I didn't know that would happen to her.

No wonder we could never nail Kurtz.

You always made sure
we were at the right place at the wrong time.

All my life I wanted to be a cop.

But what did it get me?

Peanuts.

I go out and I bust those bastards.

Throw 'em in the can.

They'll be out the next morning...

and their three-piece suits laughing at me.

So, what's the point?

Cut the crap, Tony.
You sold out.

Yeah.

Not like you, huh, Boyd?

You'll still be slugging it out
till the bitter end, won't you?

I'll wait for you in the car.

You gonna be my main butt boy.

Hey, Julie, remember me in '73?

I'll see you in the yard.

I didn't tell 'em nothin'.

First-degree murder of two police officers.

Accessory to two additional counts of murder...

and trafficking in heroin.

You know, Julie, on you this looks good.

I'll be out of here in 24 hours, Boyd.

Not this time, Julie.
Not this time.

Twenty-four hours, Boyd.
Twenty-four hours.

May I please have my glasses?

Would somebody bring me my glasses, please?
I can't see?

I'm confused.
I don't know what to think.

I'm sorry.

Will you kill him?

If I have to.
I'd rather bring him in.

He needs help.

Does he?

And what if he isn't the Sin Sniper?

How can you be so sure?

You have access
to his photographic equipment?

Mmm-hmm.

I'd like you to check and see if he's missing
a lens cap.

Sergeant, are you afraid?

Uh-uh.
Are you?

Why should I be?

I mean, the Sniper only shoots whores,
doesn't he?

But that's all some men think about.

Good evening.
Greta, would you seat them, please.

Olivia.

Oh, Mother, I've got to talk to you.

Honey, I'm working.

I'm so afraid.

Look, he has no one he can trust...

but he loves me.
And you're my mother.

And together we can talk him
into giving himself up.

You've got to call the police.

No.
They'll kill him.

That's not my responsibility.

Look, you know what I am.

He'll kill me.

You don't seem to understand, do you?

No one seems to understand.

And that's the problem.

Can I come home with you?

Yes.
Yes, you can come home with me...

and you can stay as long as you like.
You'll be safe.

I'd like that.

Melody, Claudia, Bernice,
Elvira, Monica.

Melody, Claudia, Elvira, Monica.

Melody, Claudia, Elvira, Monica,
Melody, Claudia, Elvira, Monica.

Melody, Claudia, Elvira, Monica,
Melody, Claudia, Elvira. Claudia.

Claudia. Bernice. Claudia.
Elvira. Claudia. Monica.

So good to have you here.
Never get to see you anymore.

Hello? Monica?
This is Boyd.

Oh, hi. I didn't think
I'd hear from you again.

Well, look, Monica,
I've gotta talk to you. I need your help.

Yeah, I thought it might be business.

Look, I'm just on my way to put some flowers
on Bernice's grave.

No.
No, I've got to talk to you now.

I'll be right over.

Look, I gotta go out for awhile
but I'll be back as soon as I can.

No, don't go.

Honey. I know we haven't been
very close in the past, but...

maybe it's not too late.

I'm afraid.

You don't have to be afraid.

This place is locked up tight.
Nobody can get in here.

I'm afraid.

For you.

Inspector, it's Boyd.

I got a hunch that Monica Page
is the next to get hit.

I'm tired of your hunches, Boyd.

I want facts.

Then give me six men on standby.

Boyd.
Boyd, if you screw this up...

I'll make sure that you're out on the...

Monica?

Monica?

Monica.

Hey.
Oh.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
You can't go in there.

Go ahead.
Shoot.

I don't like the end.

Oh, my God!

I've given birth to a monster.

A monster's ugly.

I've never met a man
that didn't want me...

like your friend, the super-cop.

Oh, God, Olivia.

He was easy.

What the hell are you trying to prove?

There aren't very many girls who kill
their mothers.

Are you proud?

Of what?
My mother's a whore?

What does that make you?

That makes me a sniper, Mother.

Not a victim.

I've done more to clean up this fucking town...

than your cops and all the politicians
put together.

Your little baby girl.

I've got this whole fucking city shook up.

Olivia, it's wrong.

Wrong?

You're the last one...

to talk to me about morality, Mother.

"So go thou and slay...

"and when thou returnest...

"my angels shall bear
thee to paradise."

Olivia, freeze, don't do it.

Keep him here.
I want him where he's safe.

Don't hurt her.

Come on.

When did you know?

I think I always knew.

I just couldn't face it.

Take care of her.

Hold your positions.
Sniper heading towards the railway yard.

Repeat, sniper heading in your direction.

Stand by.

I could have nailed you, Boyd.

So, I'm warning you.
Don't come after me.

Olivia, there's gotta be another way.

Not for me.

Olivia?
You hear that?

They're all around us.
There's nowhere to run.

Don't do it, Sergeant.

I don't wanna do you.

That's funny.
I was gonna say the same thing.

Put it down.

Why?

Because I know something about
walking on the outside.

Olivia, I want to help ya.

Give me the gun.

You want me?

Yeah.
Alive.

They all want me.

Let me help.
The whole...

fucking city wants me!

But you, you could have me for free.

Olivia, no!

Let me through.
Boyd!

Let him through.

Hmm.

The city should be proud of us on this one.

Hey, Boyd.

Stick around.
Take a few photos.

Don't let this go to your head.

Murray Short, Inspector, from KXET.

How did you catch the Sin Sniper?

Well, we found her boyfriend
who works at the University.

His cooperation led us to her.

It's a typical example of the police force...

working with the public, for the public.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

Murray Short live, on KXET.

Never should have happened.

Remember rule number one.

Never take it home with you.

So who's got a home?

♪ Children of the night

♪ Where do you come from?

♪ Children of the night

♪ Where do you go?

♪ Flashing neon lights

♪ Flickering candlelight

♪ Soft voices whispering low

♪ Children of the night

♪ Who do you turn to?

♪ Children of the night

♪ Who do you love?

♪ Who will dry your tears?

♪ Chase away your fears?

♪ Ask what you feel inside?

♪ You're always running away

♪ Too frightened to say you feel

♪ But when you wake

♪ In the night now

♪ It's not a dream, love

♪ Hush now

♪ Run and play