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Yeah.

What do you say, man?

Get lost. I'm sorry.

How about you and me having a drink, honey?

Hey, what's the matter, honey?

Don't I look good to you?

You look good to me, real good.

Come on, baby.

Don't give me the big "cool it" act.

I know what you chicks are like.

Hello?

Sweetie?

Okay, I'll see you in 15 minutes.

Okay. Bye.

May I pass, please?

What's the matter, kid?

White meat too rich for your blood?

You lousy gook broad.

Hey, buddy, you struck out.

Get your nose out of my business, buddy.

Why don't you come over and have a beer?

It's just not your night. Get back!

Lousy gook broad.

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Danno, is she conscious? She is now.

Get her name? Kayama, Nora Kayama.

Well, who found her? Her date.

She was supposed to meet him, but she didn't show,

so he went to the place he telephoned.

This is it. He found her.

This is the, uh, fourth case in six weeks, Steve.

That's an elevated rate.

Yeah. That's why we're on it.

Orders from the man, personally.

Mr. McGarrett. Dr. Yamato.

Doctor, what can you tell us?

She was beaten severely, mostly about the upper body.

Head, shoulders. No fractures.

Was she raped?

Yes, no question.

Thanks.

Miss Kayama?

You don't have to look at me if you don't want to.

Do you know who did this to you?

No.

Not his name.

Have you ever seen him before?

No.

Is there anything you can tell us

that might help us find him?

Anything you remember about him?

He was bald.

Completely bald?

His head was shaven.

I know how difficult this is for you,

but there's one thing that is very important

in a case like this.

Did you resist him?

Did you fight?

Did I fight?

Fragment of a fingernail, left forefinger.

Matches a missing portion of the victim's finger.

Found where?

Here.

Victim's car was parked here.

She was discovered by her boyfriend here.

Entrance to the saloon here.

Any footprints? Yes, two.

Hm. Twelve and a half?

Thirteen. Wanna try for width?

D? On the money.

Also, observe: hole in left sole.

What kind of shoe?

Leather sole, low heel, rounded toe.

Sports shoe, loafer. Can't go any further than that.

Anything else? Right.

Three strands of blond hair:

fine grain, 25.7 millimeters in length,

taken from under the victim's fingernails.

Chest hair?

Right.

Flesh samples, also from under the victim's fingernails.

Analyzed for blood type.

Findings: type A.

Grass and shrubbery samples

taken from the site of the attack.

Bloodstains. A?

A.

Fabric strands.

Light color, beige or ecru.

Sixty-five percent Dacron polyester,

35 percent, uh, combed cotton.

In other words, 100 percent sports shirt.

Permanent press.

That it? It.

Thanks.

Chin.

What have you got?

The owner says he didn't see anything.

But the other bartender says he saw a skinhead in there

and saw him try to pick up a girl.

So I showed him a photo of Miss Kayama

and he said it, uh, could have been her.

That place doesn't exactly have the biggest light bill in town.

It's pretty hard to get a good look at faces.

Yeah. Any decent description of this skinhead?

Practically the same as hers: big, strong, bald as an egg.

Anything else?

I showed Miss Kayama the mug photos.

Nothing, no ID.

I want him. I want this guy.

I've heard a hundred different reasons for murder,

but when a man beats a girl like that and rapes her,

there's only one reason.

He's turned animal. He's gone rabid!

Now, we're dealing with a...

We're dealing with a mad dog, and I wanna nail him

and put him away before he attacks somebody else.

Can you think of a better place to look for a skinhead

than the military?

Hut, two, three, four...

Kenner to the parade ground on the double.

Kenner, Mitchell, C Company, 2nd Platoon,

reporting as ordered, sir.

Fall in, soldier, anywhere.

Gentlemen.

Let's go, warm up. Come on, let's go.

Attention!

Stand at ease.

Platoon prepared for inspection, sir. Carry on.

Each of you men

unbutton the top three buttons of your shirt.

Let's see, soldier.

McGARRETT: So you fell over a hedge, huh?

Not on the hedge, smack into it.

I was lying there right on top of it.

You don't believe me? All right, ask Perkins.

He pulled me off of it.

Go on, ask him. I already have.

Perkins said that you fell on a hedge, out like a light,

that he pulled you off and helped you to your bunk.

Okay, I guess that wraps it up, huh?

Is it all right for me to go now, sir?

It's up to Mr. McGarrett.

What does Perkins' story prove? That you fell on a hedge.

What more do you want?

Lots more, soldier, lots more.

Detailed information, so just stay put.

May I see his service record, captain?

Three, four. Hut! Stand down, stand down.

Steve.

Found this in his locker.

These yours, soldier?

Well?

I'd say it was the fourth one from the left.

Could you swear to that in court?

Yeah, that's him.

Okay, thank you.

He says yes. The guy who runs the place says no.

We're even. Yeah.

Miss Kayama, this is a one-way mirror.

Nobody can see you from the other side.

Now come in, please,

and see if you can identify any of the men.

That's him.

Miss... Oh, oh! That's him, that's him.

He did it! Shhh.

Easy, easy, easy.

Which one?

Which one?

Fourth one from the left. He did it.

Easy. Are you sure?

Yes, I am.

Okay, two out of three. Book him.

I'll tell you what worries me, Steve.

Listen to this. This is the bartender's statement.

Uh, I'm quoting:

"I seen the young lady take a swing

"at the skinhead with her bag,

"letting him have it right in the face.

"He grabs her and starts shaking her.

"I call the boss.

"He was just on his way to break it up

"when this customer gets in there

"and says something to the skinhead that stops him.

"The young lady goes out,

"and a little later the skinhead follows.

"That's all I seen,

on account of the boss tells me to get back to work," unquote.

Well...

What worries you about that?

Well, the boss says it never happened.

He didn't see the skinhead, he didn't see the girl,

he didn't see the customer, he didn't see anything.

One of 'em's lying. Yeah.

Well, I think it was the boss.

The girl positively identified Kenner.

We have the shirt, the shoes, the hairs from his chest,

blood type matches.

Steve, you can't convict with three hairs off somebody's chest

and a blood type that's found

in 45 percent of all Anglo-Saxons.

And as far as the shoes and the shirt are concerned,

all that does is prove he was there.

We have to prove criminal assault, Steve,

and I need that other customer to do it.

Why? I don't understand that.

If he talked to Kenner,

I wanna know what it is that he talked about.

I have to be able to prove intent, Steve.

I wanna be able to prove that Kenner

made advances to the girl,

and that he grew enraged when she refused them.

That's the kind of groundwork I gotta have.

You find me that other customer,

and I'll hand you the conviction on a tray.

You shine up that tray, John.

I don't care what the guy said I saw.

I... I know better than him.

How could he tell what I saw?

In his signed statement,

your bartender said that he pointed them out to you.

That you saw them struggling

and you were about to intervene

when another customer broke it up.

Are you denying that?

Hey, some guys will sign anything.

You know, if you wanna know what I think,

the guy was drinking.

And it wouldn't be the first time

he was drunk on the job.

So that's why I booted him out.

You fired the guy?

I got enough to worry about running a clean joint

without paying out my good money to some drunken barkeep.

You know, who tells lies about what I saw.

Yeah, I fired him.

And you're ready to swear in court

that you didn't see anything that he claimed you saw?

Now, look, mister,

I wanna remind you that we're not playing games,

that a girl has been brutally beaten and raped.

You know what they hand you for perjury in this state?

Now, wait a second. Just wait a second!

You'll wait a second.

I know what's going on in that head of yours, mister.

You don't want anything happening around this place

because it's bad for business.

You might go broke, or lose your license, huh?

So you figure the best thing to do is to lie.

To say it never happened,

to deny that you heard anything or saw anything.

No, I didn't, I'm telling ya. Yeah, well, I'm telling you.

You know what's gonna be bad for your business? You.

You know what's gonna cause you

to lose your license or go broke?

You.

Because I'm gonna put a man in here,

starting tonight and every night,

and he's gonna be waiting and watching.

And the minute...

The minute one beer goes across this bar

to somebody who is one day underage,

the minute some pothead lights up a joint in the can,

or the minute there is one fight

or some drunk gets served a drink

when he should have been sent home: whack!

There goes your license. Oh, boy, you're leaning on me.

Yeah, hard, and that's just the beginning.

Because if nothing ever happens,

when your license comes up for renewal...

Uh, wait, wait. Wait. Wait a minute, will you?

Okay, okay, I saw him.

Yeah? It was just like the creep said.

Only I didn't see her hit him with her purse.

It was after that that he called me.

And he was just shaking her, you know,

and saying things to her,

and I was just on my way over to throw 'em both out

when this other guy comes over to 'em.

And I didn't hear what he said,

but the skinhead lets go of the chick,

and the chick splits.

And then the skinhead goes out after her.

So I figured, "Well, they're both out," you know,

and that's all I wanted, so I went back to tending bar.

What did the other guy look like? Can you describe him?

Pfft. Just another customer. You know, who looks at faces?

He came back to the bar and bought a beer.

Well was he tall, short, oriental, Caucasian?

What was the color of his hair? You must have seen something.

No, I'm... I'm telling you, I never...

Wait a minute. Yeah.

Yeah, he had, uh, "Chris" on his shirt.

Chris?

Yeah, right over here, over the pocket here.

You know, it was written in thread like handwriting.

Uh, the way guys have it in gas stations, you know?

You know, it's amazing, isn't it,

how much a guy with a bad memory can remember?

Chin, crank up the computer.

I wanna find a gas-station attendant named Chris.

No last name?

McGARRETT: That's why we need the computer.

Well, there are nine of them

working in the filling stations on the islands, Steve.

One apiece on Kauai and Maui, one on Hawaii.

The rest, there's six on Oahu:

two at Pearl City, one at Waipahu...

Chin, please, are there any of them

that are working anywhere near that bar?

Yeah, Chris Chase.

He works for Big Harry's Fill 'Er Up,

half a mile from the Seacomber Tavern.

Let's go.

Hey, Chris!

Someone want me? Yeah.

Are you Chris Chase?

McGarrett, Five-0.

What did I do?

How old are you, Chris?

Seventeen and a half.

What did I do?

Well, for one thing, we have reason to believe

you were drinking at the Seacomber Bar,

and you're underage. When?

I-I've never been in there.

According to the proprietor,

you might have been there last Monday night about 11.

He remembers somebody with that name on a shirt.

But I was never there.

I've never been there my...

What is it? When did you say it was?

McGARRETT: Last Monday night, about 11.

Luke.

Who's Luke? Luke Leonard.

He works here too. He went off shift at 10:30.

How does Luke fit in?

He borrowed a clean shirt from me.

His was all dirty,

and he said he felt like going out on the make

and he needed a clean shirt.

Do you know where Luke lives?

No, but he comes to work at 5.

Thanks.

Chris, if you see Luke before we do, you haven't seen us.

You understand? Yes, sir.

Mitchell Kenner,

you have asked the court to appoint counsel,

and the court has directed Mr. Arthur Tosaki

to act on your behalf.

Are you satisfied? Yes, sir.

Any objections, Mr. Manicote? None, Your Honor.

Your Honor, my client, after a thorough examination

of the conceivably highly emotional aspects of this case,

and upon my advice, asks to be tried without a jury.

Granted. Bail is set at $10,000.

Both counsel will be advised of the trial date

after I have examined the calendar.

Steve, we just picked him up.

He's out in the corridor with Danny.

Good. Thank you, Kono.

Mr. McGarrett.

Mr. McGarrett, do I look like the kind of guy

that has to knock a chick down to get her attention?

Man, I gotta fight 'em off.

Real swinger, huh?

Is that how you got those scratches, fighting one off?

I told you how I got 'em.

Anyway, what are you so upset about?

I mean, she's not even white.

Kono, just calm down there. You're a cop.

Act like one.

Lots of luck with your client, Mr. Tosaki.

You're defending a real doll.

Steve, this is Luke Leonard.

Mr. Leonard, have you been apprised

of your constitutional rights? Yes, sir.

That guy with McGarrett, the one in the gray slacks,

he can alibi me.

Who is he?

I don't know his name.

But he was at that place that night.

We had a beer together.

He knows what happened.

Well, I'll find out from McGarrett who he is.

Defense has every right to that information.

Yeah.

Yeah, you find out who he is.

And where he lives.

Hi, buddy.

What do you want?

You went to the cops. I saw you.

No, they came to get me. I, uh... I didn't go to them.

You think I'd go to the cops?

I don't know what you'd do, pal.

I don't know what you'd do.

What did they ask you, the cops?

They just wanted to know what I saw that night.

What did you see, pal?

Listen, Kenner,

or whatever your name is, um...

I don't wanna cause nobody any trouble.

That's real kind of you.

I appreciate it.

Now, maybe you'll do me a favor, a real big favor.

Yeah, I'll do anything you want.

I figured you would.

I figured you for a real pal the moment I laid eyes on you.

Well, what do you want me to do?

When they call you up on the witness stand...

in the trial,

I want you to say exactly what I'm gonna tell you

to say right now.

Well, listen, if you're gonna try to get me

to say something that, uh...

I mean, they got a thing that they call perjury, you know?

They got a thing called dead too!

And that's a lot worse than perjury, buddy.

That's what you're gonna be

if you don't do what I tell you to do.

'Cause you don't do what I tell you to do,

I'll kill ya.

Just like this.

And he kept hitting at me and hitting at me

and calling me names, awful names.

And he kept saying thing like:

"You're messing around with a man, a real man."

I fought until I was unconscious.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr. Tosaki.

Miss Kayama, in the testimony just before,

you say that the defendant struck you repeatedly

and called you names

and extolled his own virility,

and then finally rendered you unconscious.

Is that correct? Yes, sir.

But you failed to mention

at what time the defendant allegedly committed these acts

for which he now stands trial.

How could I know?

I was unconscious.

Then you cannot actually swear

that the alleged act took place at all.

Objection, Your Honor.

The medical testimony has already been offered

that the act in fact did take place.

Your Honor, a medical testimony has merely asserted

that an act of intimacy took place.

And it in no way...

And I assert, in no way does it state

that the act of physical intimacy

took place forcibly.

Your Honor, the victim was beaten senseless.

That's already been established.

It has not been established, Your Honor,

that the severe beating took place before

or after this act of physical intimacy.

Overruled.

Go on, please, Mr. Tosaki.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Miss Kayama,

might it not have been possible

that you may have somehow managed

to alter the sequence of events?

In other words, young lady, is it not conceivable

that this act of intimacy between you and the defendant

did not take place following the alleged beating,

but before it?

Is it not conceivable

that an altercation developed afterwards,

from which this alleged beating occurred?

That's not true.

It is not? Ha. I see.

Miss Kayama,

this young man that you are now going with,

have you enjoyed a physical relationship with him

since your acquaintance?

Yes.

And, uh, prior to taking up with this young man,

have you enjoyed similar relationships

with other young men?

Objection, Your Honor.

Your Honor, this information is very vital to my case

if we are to get to the facts of what has happened.

I'll allow you to proceed,

but the court wants you to know you're on thin ice.

Thank you, Your Honor. Thank you very much, Your Honor.

Young lady, I repeat:

prior to taking up with your present boyfriend,

have you engaged in similar relations

with other young men?

Yes.

Excuse me,

I don't think that the court quite heard your answer.

Yes.

And yet you insist that this act of intimacy,

which in the past has occurred apparently voluntarily,

uh, with a few different young men,

in this particular case occurred forcibly,

against your will,

and only after you had been rendered insensible?

But it is true!

Why were you so particular in this instance, Miss Kayama?

Objection, Your Honor. Withdrawn.

While you were present at this tavern

on the night that Miss Kayama was assaulted,

did you engage the defendant in conversation?

I said hi, something like that. So did he.

It's, uh, kind of a noisy place.

They got a big jukebox there,

so, uh, it's not a place where you talk a lot.

Well, you, uh...? You exchanged greetings, then, hm?

Yeah. You could say.

And while you were there,

Miss Nora Kayama came in.

Is that right? LUKE: I guess so.

I mean, uh, the first I noticed her

was when this guy, Kenner, took a bead on her.

What?

I said, the first time I noticed her

was when this Kenner guy took a bead on her.

He became interested in her, is that right?

Yeah, yeah, he became interested.

He became real interested.

He became real interested in her?

And in...? In what way did he become real interested in her?

What...? Yes?

Uh, excuse me, Your Honor,

may I seek the court's indulgence for one minute?

It concerns the testimony of this witness.

Very well, Mr. Manicote. One minute.

The witness will remain seated.

Thank you, Your Honor.

What is it, Steve?

We just got a call from the manager

of Luke's apartment house.

She saw Kenner's picture in the paper today.

She's willing to swear that the soldier

definitely paid Luke a visit

the day after the arraignment.

Heh. Thanks.

Well, thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Leonard,

is it true that prior to the start of this trial,

the defendant visited you?

Hm?

Your Honor, would you instruct the witness

to answer the question?

The witness will answer the question.

I... I didn't hear it.

Oh, I said, Mr. Leonard,

that prior to the start of this trial,

did this defendant, Mitch Kenner, visit you?

Yes, he did.

What was the purpose of that visit?

Um, he told me that, uh, he wanted to know

about what I was gonna say to the cops

and what I was gonna say here.

- Well, what did you tell him? - I told him... I told him.

I said, uh, y-you know, when you go to court,

you gotta tell the truth, or it's perjury.

Yes, and what was his reply?

Well, he said...

He said if I didn't say what he...

What he wanted me to say, that, uh...

Uh, perjury isn't gonna make any difference 'cause he was gonna...

Uh, I'd be dead. He was gonna kill me. That's what he said.

What was it that he wanted you to say in court?

He's... Look at him. Look, h... He's gonna kill me right now.

Take a look at him!

I guarantee you full protection, Mr. Leonard.

Do not be frightened, and do not be intimidated.

Tell this court exactly what happened in that tavern,

and tell the truth.

Okay.

Uh...

He followed her out into the parking lot.

And I finished my beer and I left,

and I went out into the parking lot, and there he was.

- Where was he? - Across the parking lot.

And, uh, he had his back to me, and, um...

And then he turned and he stared at me, and, uh...

Well, he was all bloodied up.

He had blood on his chest and on his face.

All right, what did you do then?

Um...

Well, I... The way he was staring at me, I-I split.

I got out of there. I jumped in my car and lit out.

All right, before you lit out of there,

did you see anybody at all, Mr. Leonard? Anyone else?

Yeah, there was, uh,

the local chick that he followed out of the bar

into the parking lot.

Saw her where?

She was lying on the grass.

And she... With ripped clothes and...

And she was all bloodied up and unconscious.

Yes, thank you, Mr. Leonard.

He just buried me, didn't he?

No, you just buried yourself.

Meaning something bothers you, huh?

Yeah, and he's called Luke Leonard.

I know his kind, Chin. He's a weasel.

Perjury's his middle name.

He spends half his life running scared,

yet he sat up there on that witness stand

and he gave a testimony that he knew would hang Kenner.

He might have thought that he'd be safe

with Kenner behind bars.

But Kenner's not behind bars.

He's out now on bail pending appeal.

Where would you be right now if you were Luke?

Waiting at the airport for the next flight out anywhere.

Well, he isn't.

I've got a tail on him. Why?

Because I figure he's a marked man.

Uh-huh. Kenner wouldn't be dumb enough to go after him.

Oh, anyone so desperate that he would suborn a witness

is gonna go looking for that witness if he's double-crossed.

But he's not. He's not looking. And Luke is not running.

And one more thing.

Supposing you're Kenner,

and you've just been convicted of rape,

what would you be doing?

I'd be hiding.

Well, he's not. Danno's been out at Schofield.

Kenner is calm and smirking,

acting like he just won the pushup contest

at Muscle Beach.

No. Tsk.

I'm getting some strange vibes, Chin.

Let's have another look at his record, huh?

Well, we've checked it

backwards, forwards and sideways, Steve.

Well, then let's check it upward and downward,

because something is missing.

"Army service record: Kenner, Mitchell M.

Three-year hitch, served in Vietnam. Decorated."

Huh.

"Completed hitch, discharged Fort MacArthur, California,

"March 24th, 1969.

Re-enlisted September 19th, 1970."

Nothing missing there, Steve.

Yes, there is.

Out 18 months.

Discharged March of '69, back in September of '70. Why?

This isn't a career soldier, Chin.

Never even put in for a commission.

Three years in Vietnam, then re-enlists. How come?

Well, maybe he couldn't make it as a civilian.

If that's the reason, I wanna know why.

I wanna know what he did with those 18 months

he was on the outside.

How do you trace a soldier when he's not in the Army?

Well, one good way is to find out

where he sends his money when he is.

Three, four. Hut! Stand down, stand down.

Hut, two, three, four.

Pick up the step, pick it up.

That's it, Steve. No insurance and no allotments.

He collects all the pay himself.

Anybody know what he does with it?

One thing he doesn't do is spend a penny on a pal.

I asked around the barracks.

His fists are tight as his scalp.

That's what they say about Kenner.

Chin, what have you got?

I haven't been able to find an account in his name at, uh,

any of the banks I covered.

Well, he must do something with his money.

McGarrett.

Steve, I may have something.

Kenner's got a personal checking account

at the, uh, Bank of Oahu Pearl City branch.

He sends a $50 check each month to a Thomas Camden-Smith.

That's hyphenated. What city?

The endorsement reads:

"Central Clearinghouse, Toronto, Canada."

Thank you very much, sir. You've been a great help to us.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Danno, you struck gold.

The man with the hyphen in his name is Dr. Camden-Smith.

He's head of the Urological Department

of Toronto Memorial Hospital.

Now listen to this.

Between January and June of 1970,

he performed four operations on Mitch Kenner.

What for?

Well, I've had some weird ones.

In August of 1969 in Rochester, New York,

while thoroughly juiced,

Kenner slammed his car into a thruway overpass

at about 90 miles an hour.

He fractured his pelvis,

and he ruptured his posterior urethra.

He spent three months in a Rochester hospital,

Rochester Central.

The pelvic fracture knitted properly,

and the urethra was surgically repaired.

But in the accident, Mitch Kenner suffered

irreparable perineal nerve damage,

resulting in impotence.

Impotence.

Dr. Camden-Smith of Toronto

is an expert in the reversal of the condition

and the restoration of potency.

He's also expensive.

Mitch Kenner has been paying ever since

for the four operations.

You mean he's still impotent?

Totally and permanently.

What about the girl? The doc said, "No question."

Kenner did not commit any rape.

He couldn't have. It's impossible.

Come on, Danno. We've got work to do.

The shirt he borrowed?

No, he didn't give it back to me.

What did he do with it? Do you know?

Yeah, he said he got it dirty and he put it in the hamper.

They pick up on Tuesdays.

It should be back by now, shouldn't it?

Yeah, sure, I guess so, but I'd never thought about it.

How many shirts do you have with your name on 'em?

Four. You have one on.

Is there one in the laundry now? Yeah.

So that means there should be two in the station.

Let's go and see.

There's only one.

Won't they ever learn it's hard to burn buttons?

Pick him up, Danno.

It's bull, I tell you. It's bull.

So it's a bunch of buttons. So, what's a button?

This is a button, buddy boy.

And this is a button.

You notice the similarity?

There are hundreds of buttons like that.

Every guy that works in a gas station.

I'm only interested in the three that we found

in the incinerator of your apartment house.

Now, nobody else who lives there works in a gas station.

You burned the shirt, Luke.

Why? Did it have blood on it?

This is a frame. It's a frame, and I can prove it.

You put those in there yourself, so you could pin it on me.

So you could make it look like

it wasn't some big, swell, great-guy American soldier

who did it, but just some guy from a gas station.

Well, you blew it, fellas.

How'd we do that, Luke?

Look at my shirt. Look at it.

Heh-heh! Four buttons, right?

Where's the other one, huh? You burned some buttons,

but you didn't look to see how many were on my shirt,

you stupid cops.

Jenny, is Kono back yet?

Ask him to come in, will you, please?

You were right, Steve. We searched the place again.

We found this button under an inch of dirt.

McGARRETT: Three... and one.

What about it, Luke?

Let me out. Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out.

That's not polite.

Let me out.

You wanna make a statement, Luke?

You raped that girl, didn't you?

After Mitch Kenner beat her senseless.

I'm sick.

Oh, are you ever.

Get him out of here.

Chris.

Thanks. We can have Jenny sew it on for you if you wish.

That's okay. My mother will do it for me.

McGARRETT: Okay, Kenner.

The verdict will be set aside by Judge Kalehei.

You will be re-indicted

on a lesser charge of aggravated assault.

Do you understand? Yes, sir.

Did you know that Luke raped Nora Kayama

after you had beaten her unconscious

and left her there?

No, I didn't know it until I read it in the paper.

I only knew that I hadn't done it.

But yet you went to Luke anyway,

and you threatened to kill him unless he got up on that stand

and swore that he practically saw you rape her.

Yes, sir.

I said I'd do it. Why?

Why...? Why would you wanna risk 25 years

for something you hadn't done?

What's 25 years?

I'd risk 50 years

to keep the guys in the outfit from finding out that I...

I wasn't a man anymore.

A man?

Do you know the meaning of that word?

You haven't got a clue, have you?

You don't have a clue.