All language subtitles for The Mad Bomber

(traffic rumbles)

- You just littered the street.

- Hey man, it was empty.

- Well, I want you to
go back and pick it up.

- What?

- I said, I want you to
go back and pick it up.

- Like hell I will.

- It's people like you who make
our world filthy, my friend.

You're a pig.

Did you hear what I said?

- Yeah.
- Tell me.

- It's people like me who
make our world filthy.

I'm a pig.

- Now, go back and pick up your trash.

Put it in your pocket.

Now, don't you feel better?

(clocks ticking)

(door slams)

(clock ticks)

(whimsical mysterious music)

- [Girl] George's house.

He lives over about, oh,
about a mile from school.

- [Girl] Wow.

Better not, I haven't heard from Ron,

so I don't know what's happening.

Yeah.

- [Girl] Judy thinks she's pregnant.

- [Girl] Oh wow.

- [Girl] I feel really suck for her.

She thinks it's by Mike, you know,

she hasn't said anything
to anybody, you know, yet.

- What's she gonna do about it?

- I don't know, she's not
even sure yet, you know,

but she probably is, it's been
about two months, you know?

- Two months, I told
her to go on the pill.

- [Girl] Yeah.

She's gonna tell him this
weekend, I think, you know?

See what he does, you know?

- [Girl] I wouldn't, I don't know.

- [Girl] She hasn't
told her mom or anybody.

- [Girl] Think her mom would know?

- [Girl] Yeah, for sure.

(uneasy music)

- [Girl] What are we gonna
do after school today?

- [Boy] I don't know, I think
I might go to Jeff's house.

- [Girl] Come on, let's go in.

- [Boy] They have a pool.

Jeff's parents put a new pool in outside.

- [Girl] That sounds like fun.

(students conversing)

(tense music)

(explosions booming)

(mysterious music)

(dreamy orchestral music)

(ominous music)

(explosion booms)

- We got a break, there's a witness.

The bomber raped the patient
after he set the bomb.

- Why did the victim take
so long to report it?

- She's a mute.

- How can I talk to her?

- Well, it's only her
speech that's impaired,

she can hear.

- Can you tell me what
happened last night, miss?

Please, can you give me a description

of the man who attacked you?

Can you tell me what he looked like?

- No.

I'm too ashamed.

- We've got to find him
before he hurts somebody else.

Can you tell me what he
did before he attacked you?

Did he hit you?

- [Woman] He grabbed me from behind,

put tape on my mouth, and
ripped my sleeping gown.

I want to die.

- Well, if I find him,
he's gonna beg to die.

- [Hospital PA] Miss Barron, dial 1-4-7.

Miss Barron, dial 4-1-7.

Miss Barron, dial 4-1-7.

- This is the room.

That's the door the bomber came in.

- It's locked.

- A patient had died that night.

It was left unlocked for
delivery of a coffin.

- Well, somehow it wasn't locked again.

- Probably.

- He could have waited outside,

saw the coffin being delivered,

and then he sneaked in,

came through this door into this room.

Through this door,

the only way to the basement,

to plant his bomb.

Then he must have come back here

to wait for somebody to attack.

Oh, but it doesn't make
any sense, does it?

Knowing there's a bomb ready to go off

that he'd stick around here.

- Well, then who attacked Martha?

- There were two men who broke
into the mental hospital,

a bomber and a rapist.

The rapist came first,

and he hid in the supply room.

When the bomber came to plant
his bomb in the basement,

he had to go through the supply room

and return the same way to get out.

Now this means the rapist

got two good looks at the bomber.

Now to find our bomber
without any identification

in Los Angeles County,

over 4,000 square miles

with over seven million people

is pretty hopeless.

But there was an eyewitness, the rapist.

The rapist can tell us
what the bomber looks like.

(car horn blares)

- I've got the green light.

- I can turn right on red, man.

- No, no, not when a
pedestrian is in the crosswalk.

- Wouldn't hurt you to
walk a little faster,

would it, buddy?

- People like you are what's
wrong with the world today.

- What the hell are
you talkin' about, man?

- You have no respect
for the rights of others.

- Turn it off, huh?

- But because you have a nice car

and I have to walk, that
means you own the sidewalk?

- Look, I'm kind of in a hurry

so why don't you get your hand off my car?

- That's another thing
about people like you.

You sit behind the wheel of a fancy car

and that makes you privileged.

- Now look man, I told you
to get your hand off my car.

(mysterious music)

What the hell you doin'?

Hey man, give me those keys!

- Miss, I'd like the cards

on every female assault case

in the last four weeks

with the following MO.

Victim grabbed from behind

with a mouth tape

with the clothes ripped off the body.

(computer buzzing)

(computer beeping)

(uptempo jazz music)

- Yeah, that's the way
it is, and I know it.

Guys get ideas, you know,

about girls who work in a
place where there's nudity.

They think we're whores or something.

It's probably what gave the guy the idea

he'd get away with
raping me the way he did.

- I don't think he cared
what your profession is.

- Oh, don't give me that bull.

That's the way it is and I know it.

They don't come to hear me sing.

You can bet your ass they don't.

They come to dream about screwing.

Undo me, will you?

- Can you tell me something about the man?

- Don't you think I tried to
get with a group or something?

It's not that I have anything
against exotic dancing,

if you know what I mean.

It just that I'm a singer, not a stripper.

- Do you think you would recognize
him if you saw him again?

- Nah, I couldn't see a damn thing.

It was dark as hell in there.

They should put lights up or something.

- You were parking your car in the garage

behind your apartment?

- Yeah, he was waiting
there for me, the bastard.

Why does a guy have to get laid like that.

It's not that tough to get, you know?

- Probably needs the
violence to get it up.

- [Woman] Kill the
bastard for me, will you?

- I'd love to.

- I want you to check out
every discharged serviceman

in the LA area with a
demolition specialty,

and look for haters, guys
with a personal gripe,

construction workers
who work with dynamite.

If somebody buys more than $5 worth

of firecrackers on the 4th of July,

I want to know why!

All right, Devincy, what's
going on inside his head?

Why is he bombing?

- There's not enough to go on yet.

Are we certain that both bombs

were set by the same man?

- The lab says yes.

The fragments from both
bombs were identical.

- Each bombing will give us new insights

into the man's psychological problems.

I may be able to figure out a pattern

after the next bombing.

- I want to get him now,
now before he bombs again!

- I'm a psychologist.

I don't read tea leaves!

- You know, every man in the department's

busting his butt trying
to find this bomber

and you, you're out
interviewing some broad.

- I'm looking for a rapist.

- Since when did you get transferred

to the vice squad, Geronimo?

- Count the number of bombers

we've had in LA in the last five years.

Now, how many have we caught?

- Now what's that supposed to mean?

- It means without knowing
the reason for their bombs

there's no way of knowing
where to look for them.

There's no MO, no pattern.

How do you catch a guy
who wakes up one morning,

decides he's gonna change
the world with dynamite?

- [Chief] How do you catch a rapist?

- He's got an MO, a pattern.

- Yeah, he tapes the victim's mouth shut,

he rips off her clothes
and he attacks her.

I read your report.

- Chief, we can find him.

Now let me blanket the
city with police women

just asking to be raped.

I'll bring him in!

- And I cannot send my men

in two directions at the same time.

Now we're going to all
concentrate on the bomber!

Now look, I know I'm
giving you people heat

but that's what I'm
getting and plenty of it!

I don't give a damn

about your pet theories or your intuition,

or what your girlfriends
or your wives think.

The only thing I am thinking about

is I want to catch this son of a bitch

before he blows up Los Angeles.

Now please help me find the bomber!

Not rapists, not hookers, not pushers,

just the bomber, all right?

(intercom buzzes)

Yeah?

- [Secretary] Burglary in
progress at Culver Industrial.

Dynamite involved.

Only information on suspect, he is armed.

- So we won't find our bomber, huh?

(sirens wailing)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

- Listen, man!

Hey, listen!

I've got dynamite and blasting caps

tucked all over me!

You come out of there, man.

Do you know what'll happen

if your bullet hits one
of these blasting caps?

Huh?

Hey! (laughs)

Hey, this whole goddamn
block will go up! (laughs)

Come on out of there, man, come on!

You come out of there, I'll
set this shit off right now.

Hey!
(gun firing)

Hey, I don't dig livin' that much!

(gun firing)

(empty barrel clicks)

(gun firing)

- Bastard.

- [Control] Control to Officer 9A8.

Bomb reported in girls' dormitory

across from university.

5843 Daley, fire department is en route.

(siren wailing)

(girls chattering)

- [Woman] It's upstairs!

- I want everybody outside,
away from the building.

(tense music)
(all chattering)

(clock ticking)

(alarm ringing)

♪ You are the only man ♪

♪ Passing through my life ♪

♪ Tell me why the sun shines ♪

♪ And gives me light ♪

♪ But I didn't listen ♪

♪ Thinking I knew more ♪

♪ I said keep all your sunshine ♪

♪ And I shut my door ♪

(whimsical mysterious music)

- Hey mister.

What's in the bag?

- You heard him.

What's in the bag?

(punch slaps)
(man groans)

(punch slaps)
(man groans)

(kick thuds)
(man cries out)

(whimsical mysterious music)

(carts thudding)

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry,

I didn't see you.

- Uh, you made a mistake.

- What was that?

- You charged me 60 cents
for two cans of peaches.

- Yes?

- They were 48 cents on Tuesday.

- The sale ended yesterday.

- The newspaper said
the sale is on all week.

- Well, I'm sorry, sir, but
that week ended yesterday.

- The week ends on Saturday.

Every week ends on Saturday.

- Sondra, charge the man 48 cents.

(register clicking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(doorbell rings)

- [Woman] Laura.

They're gonna be late.

I'm not gonna wait any
more than 10 minutes.

I like your hair.

(menacing orchestral music)

(car door slams)

(alarming music)
(girl gasps)

- [Man] Now you drive where I tell you.

And don't look around.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(intense music)
(woman groaning)

(woman screaming)

- No!

(woman crying)

No!

(fabric tearing)
Please no!

(woman screaming)

(girl whimpers)

(woman sobbing)

(woman grunting)

- Come back you little bitch.

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(woman breathing heavily)

(woman whimpering)

(tense instrumental music)

(soft tense music)

(jarring dramatic music)
(woman screams)

(woman gasping)

(slow piano music)

♪ I said, keep all your sunshine ♪

♪ And I shut my door ♪

♪ Filled my arms with little trails ♪

♪ Reaching for ♪

- I am disappointed
that you did not see fit

to broadcast my last tape.

It is imperative that the public

listens to these messages,

so they will know why
they are being punished.

(eerie chimes tinkling)

- What do you want?

- Look at me.

- What?

- I said, look at me.

When you talk to somebody, look at them.

What do you think I am, an animal?

- What do you want to order?

- I'm a human being!

Do you understand?

- Yes.

- When you talk to me, show some respect.

- Yes sir!

- Common courtesy.

It's forgotten these days.

I'll have a cheese sandwich
and a cup of coffee.

- Yes sir.

(whimsical harpsichord music)

- The day of the male chauvinist is gone.

Women are no longer second-class citizens

to be looked upon as love objects of men,

utilized as receptacles for the germ

of their masculine insecurities.

Women have been used
and abused long enough.

We are free at last,
free of male domination,

free to work under equal conditions,

free to make love as equal partners.

Think about it.

Women outnumber men so
we can outvote them.

The wealth of the world
is in the hands of women!

So we can control industry.

How many men do we know

who can get pregnant and give birth?

Not very many.

We're not the weaker sex.

We're the stronger.

We outlive men, we outlove men,

we outthink men.

Until now, women have made

the major decisions that
have shaped the world

by influencing their men.

Enough of that!

We don't have to pamper
the male ego any longer.

Now is the time to
stand up and be counted!

(all clapping)

Thank you!

(explosion booms)

(women screaming)

(sinister mysterious music)

- [William] Again I
have been forced to bomb

in order to punish the
people who have wronged me.

They must pay for their crimes

and must learn it is I
who am the superior one.

I will continue to explode my bombs

in the cause of justice.

- Can you have the computer
give us an analysis

of a psychotic bomber?

(dark sinister music)

(computer buzzing)
(computer whirring)

Shit.

(funky soul music)

- Hey baby, want a ride?

Come on.

Come on, hey, I'm not gonna hurt you.

Hey come on, you'll enjoy it, come on!

- [Girl] Let go!

- Hey, what's going on?

Hey come on, you pig, get your hands off!

I didn't do nothin'!

- [Woman] No!

- [Girl] Help!

Stop!

- [Attacker] Get your hands off me!

(attacker yelling)

(all chattering)

- Any luck?

- No.
- You can't touch me!

I plead the Fifth Amendment.

- What did you say?

- I plead the Fifth Amendment!

- Now just what's the Fifth Amendment?

- I don't know, but it
protects me from guys like you.

(man choking)

- None of them used the MO of
the rapist we're looking for.

- Well, maybe it's just possible
he changed his technique.

(man gagging)

(mysterious music)

(funky soul music)

(man groans)

(man cries out)

(cuffs rattling)

(woman grunting)

(punches thudding)
(door clatters)

- He's not the guy.

(funky soul music)

- Oh, oh!

(jangling dramatic music)

- Morning.
- Good morning, Officer.

- Sit down.

Like some coffee?

- [George] No thanks.

- [Geronimo] Like a sandwich?

The machine's outside.

- [George] No.

- [Geronimo] What's your name?

- Fromley.

- Would you speak louder please?

- Do you have to record everything I say?

- Yeah.

- My lawyer said I don't have
to answer your questions.

- I don't care what your lawyer said.

- He's arranging my bail.

- Well, do you think we can continue

until you hear from him?

- I don't have to tell you
anything except my name.

- Turn around.

- So you can hit me in
the back of the head?

- Mr. Fromley, if I've got to look

at your face for 10 continuous seconds,

I'll blow your goddamn brains out.

Now turn around.

You were arrested last
night for attempted rape.

You got anything to say about that?

- My name is George Fromley.

- Have you ever been arrested before?

- My name is George Fromley.

- The record's got you down
for at least eight assaults.

- George Fromley.

- Mr. Fromley,

now what do you think of a man

that bombs a state mental hospital

and a high school?

- He's sick, he oughta be locked up.

- Then will you help
us identify the bomber?

- [George] Me, how can I?

- You saw him.

- Can I check and see what
happened to my lawyer?

- [Geronimo] You can check
your memory and tell me

what the man who bombed the
Northridge asylum looked like.

- My name is George Fromley.

- You were there, goddamnit.

- George Fromley!

- All right, George Fromley.

The girl you raped at the
hospital will identify you.

Let's go!

(mysterious music)

(soft whimsical music)

- [Man] Lieutenant, call's for you.

- Now you stay put!

Hello!

- Son of a bitch.

- I want you to see our three children.

A man who loves his children
as much as George does

couldn't do the thing you
people say he has done.

- Your husband could help us
catch the bomber, Mrs. Fromley.

- Well, those bombings are terrible.

- What's that?

- That's George's room.

(mysterious music)

When George called last night,

he said you people made a big mistake.

- You have a key?

- Oh no, George doesn't
let anyone go in there.

- Well, I can fix that.

Mrs. Fromley, do you mind if I ask you

an extremely personal question?

- [Mrs. Fromley] What
do you want to ask me?

- Well, is he normal?

I mean, sexually?

- Of course he's normal.

What do you mean?

You have no right to invade
a person's privacy like this.

(sinister music)

George took them of me, by himself.

Photography is his hobby.

George could never attack
women like you say he did.

He's a fine husband.

Besides, he was home with me

the night of the bombing.

He was here all the time.

- How about last night,

when he was arrested for attempted rape?

Was he home then?

- Lieutenant?

- Release Fromley.

- He's not the guy?

- He's guilty as hell.

- This is Investigator Blake.

Release George Fromley.

Uh, no charge.

I'll make out the necessary papers

and send them down to you in the tube.

All right.

(paper crinkles)

Hey, what's wrong?

- My wife, she's getting married again.

- Do you care?

- Who cares?

We're strangers.

- What about your boy?

- I hope that bomber
doesn't blow himself up

before I get to him.

- "Open letter to the Bomber.

We ask you to give yourself up

so that your complaints
may be attended to.

This newspaper will guarantee

that you will be treated fairly."

(tense music)

Mr. Editor,

society has had its
chance to treat me fairly.

It is too late.

Now is the time for
punishment and retribution.

I am watching the police

as they foolishly try to catch me.

They should be spending their time

punishing the evil ones

rather than oppressing and persecuting me.

Warning: the police too
will suffer my justice.

(tense music)

Why are you bothering me?

- What's that, buddy?

- I said why are you harassing me?

If you policemen would spend your time

searching out criminals

instead of burning up gasoline,

you'd provide the community
with a real service.

- Are you looking for trouble, mister?

- Don't intimidate me.

I know more about the law
than you'll ever know.

- Shall we uh, split?

(knocking on door)

- What do you want?

- We have a warrant for your arrest.

- What for?

- Failure to appear in a municipal court

with regard to a traffic citation.

- Are you kiddin', a traffic ticket?

What's that guy trying to do?

- You'll have to come with us.

- At six in the morning?

For a lousy traffic ticket?

Like hell I will!

(gun firing)

You've got no right dragging
me down here at this hour.

- Sit down.

- I want to talk to my lawyer.

I know my civil rights.

- What do you think you are, black?

No, in this room, Mister,
you've got no civil rights.

Not till 10 o'clock in the
morning when court convenes.

- You bastard.

- You're nothing but a goddamn rapist.

A no-good degenerate.

I don't care who you raped,

that's for the vice squad,

but I want to know who the bomber is.

You're gonna tell me what he looks like.

I'm gonna blow your brains out, Fromley,

unless you tell me what I want to know.

- You wouldn't shoot.

- Wouldn't I?

No, the most they'd give
me is a 90-day suspension

then I'd be right back here
as if nothing happened.

But you (chuckles),
you'd be buried in a hole

with your brains blown out.

- You're bluffin'.

(gun cocking)

- Am I?

You're an asshole, Fromley.

- I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

- Sergeant Quinn is going
to help you remember

what the bomber looked like.

- [Quinn] Okay, Mr. Fromley.

I want you to take your time

and look at these facial contours,

and tell me if you see any of them there

that remind you of the
man you saw that night.

- That one right there,
something like that one.

- [Quinn] Is his hair right?

- Yeah.
- How about the chin?

- Uh-huh.

- Sit down, Fromley.

- Well I don't know whether
I can remember too much-

- You'll remember.

Now what about his eyes?

Were they deep-set?

What did they look like?

Where they round?

Where they elongated?

- Well, how do you expect me

to remember something like that?

I only saw him for a second.

It was dark.

Well, kind of wide eyes,
bushy eyebrows, I think.

- [Geronimo] You see
them on the sheet here?

- I can't see nothing here.

- Look at the sheet, Fromley!

- [George] Well, something
like those, right there.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- E-41, now what about his mouth?

Was it a full mouth, straight mouth?

- Kind of thin mouth, thin.

- Look at every one of those,
see if you can spot it.

- Well, uh, this one, right here.

- M-seven-eight.

Let's see some noses.

Did he have a long nose?

Was it bulbous, upturned, hooked?

- Kind of long, long nose, yeah.

- Well uh, yeah, here, that one.

- N-two-two.

Let's put them all together.

You're doing real fine, Fromley.

You just keep on remembering.

You keep on remembering like this

and pretty soon we can let you go home.

You'll be able to go back into your room

and look at those porno
films of your wife.

- No, that ain't him.

I can't remember what he looked like.

It was dark!

- Now you listen to me, Fromley.

You're gonna look at this
thing until you do remember,

or you gonna go blind in the process.

Do you understand?

Now put these on projection, Sergeant.

Come on, get up.

Sit down.

All right, Sergeant.

- No, it's a longer face, more hair too.

Yeah, that's better.

That looks more like it.

No, they were narrower,
narrower on the eyes.

Those are too wide.

Yeah, yeah all right.

(projector clicking)

Yeah.

Yeah, that's him,

that's him right there.

- You sure that's him, George?

- Yeah, yeah, that's the man all right.

- You positive?

- I just told you that's him.

- Well, tell me again, George.

- You know, maybe I better
look at some more pictures.

Maybe I didn't seem from the front.

- Let's see the profiles, Sergeant.

(projector clicking)

- Yeah!

Little longer on the nose.

Little well...

It's a little further out,

the nose is too close into the face.

- Yeah, that's better.

(projector clicking)

Eyes are fine, hair's all right.

(projector clicking)

That's him!

That's him!

(projector clicking)

Yeah, that's him.

That is him!

- George.

Are you sure, George?

- Yeah, that's the guy
all right, that's him!

- Well George, you better be goddamn sure.

Because we'll find him,
or we'll pick him up.

If you're full of shit, George,

I'm gonna come and getcha, you bastard.

(mysterious music)

Miss Roman?

Miss Roman, do you recognize this man?

- Looks like Mr. Dorn.

It was his daughter who died

the night before the bombing.

- Was she a patient in the hospital?

- Yes, she was admitted
about nine months ago.

- What was wrong with her?

- Drugs, heroin addict.

- You know her father's first name?

- William.

- Do you think you have his address?

- Yes, I'm sure I do.

(soft uptempo music)
(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(tense music)

(soft dramatic music)

- It is imperative that the public

listens to these messages

so they will know why
they're being punished.

- I haven't seen him since
our daughter's funeral.

- Do you know where I can find him?

- No.

- Usually, when people
like him are on the run

they hide in a place that they know.

- [Woman] He wouldn't come here.

- [Geronimo] Did you
have a rough marriage?

- The only time he wasn't uptight

was when he was with his daughter.

- Were they close?

- That's what blew his mind.

When he found out she was taking drugs.

Sometimes I think if we'd
never had a daughter,

things would have been different.

- Same thing, people never change.

- [Reporter] Mr. Fromley, is it true

that the District Attorney has dropped

the criminal charges pending against you

because you cooperated in
identifying the Mad Bomber?

- [George] Ask my counselor.

- [Counselor] You'll have to ask

the District Attorney about that.

- [Reporter] But you are a free man today?

- [George] Free as a bird.

- Did you know that
William Dorn was the bomber

when you first saw him?

- No comment.

- What were you doing at the
Northridge State Hospital

the night of the bombing, Mr. Fromley?

- [George] No comment!

- [Reporter] Well, Mr.
Fromley, do you deny

that you were arrested for attempted rape?

- [Counselor] Gentlemen please,
my client has absolutely

nothing to say at this time!

- [Reporter] Is this the picture

of the Mad Bomber, Mr. Fromley?

- [Counsel] You'll have to get a statement

from the DA's office about that.

- [Reporter] What do you think of the man

who's been setting off all those bombs?

- The Mad Bomber's sick,
he should be locked up.

(mysterious music)

♪ You were the only man ♪

♪ Passing through my life ♪

♪ Tell me why the sun shines ♪

♪ And gives me light ♪

♪ But I didn't listen ♪

♪ Thinking I knew more ♪

(projector whirring)
(eerie percussive music)

(man moans)

(intense music)

(screen mesh ripping)

(man moaning)

(explosion booms)
(man yelling)

- Here's something.

The newspaper when he,

when he bombed the hospital,

this is the day after he bombed it,

and there's three much
older editions here.

Why don't you look through these?

Maybe you can find something about Dorn.

- Here it is.

High school student Anne Dorn

was arrested yesterday
at Lincoln High School

for possession of drugs.

His first bombing, the high school.

- This one is a month after that.

August 14.

- Man attacks hotel manager.

William Dorn was arraigned
today in Municipal Court

on the criminal assault charge

resulting from an episode
occurring in the lobby

of the Sheraton Plaza.

Bombing number three.

- This last one's 18 months old.

- Dorn didn't have to keep a diary.

The newspapers did it for him.

Well, he's in here somewhere, goddamnit.

Find it, and we'll have his next bombing

before he does it.

Bus crash kills three.

A bus carrying the employees baseball team

of the Harvester Tool and Die Company

crashed last night en route to a game.

Two members of the team died,

five others are still hospitalized
in critical condition.

- William Dorn was definitely

a member of our employees
baseball team 18 months ago.

He was on the bus on
the day of the accident

and he never let us forget it.

- What did he do?

- Well, he claimed his back
was permanently injured

and was unable to work.

He demanded an enormous
financial settlement.

- [Geronimo] How much did he get?

- Well, we offered him a small settlement,

but he refused it.

Not one doctor substantiated his claim

The man was unquestionably lying

or was a hypochondriac.

In either event, our
insurance didn't cover it.

- Was it ever resolved?

- Well, he threatened us for a while.

His letters are in his file

and they're really hateful letters.

- Was that the end of it?

- Yeah, he finally stopped writing.

- How long ago was that?

- Well, it's been almost a year now

since Dorn's last letter

and that one was the meanest of the lot.

Would you like to read it?

- Yeah.

♪ You were the only man ♪

♪ Passing through my life ♪

♪ Tell me why the sun shines ♪

♪ And gives me light ♪

♪ But I didn't listen ♪

♪ Thinking I knew more ♪

(machinery whirs)

- Patterson?

Are you awake?

Schwartz?

Get your ass back in
behind that vent, will ya?

How can you eat those damn things?

(engine rumbling)

(tires squealing)

- Veronica, Veronica, listen, listen.

I'm sorry, I only went out with
her once, twice at the most.

(engine revs)

Hey, come back with my bike!

(machinery whirs)

- He'll be here.

- I didn't say anything.

- He has to come here.

- I didn't say a word.

- You think I've got a personal hatred

for this guy, don't you?

- Hey, did I say anything?

- You don't have to.

I know what you're thinking.

- You're not always right.

You've guessed wrong before.

- Should have been a dentist.

- And if you were anything but a cop,

I'd be out there looking for you.

- Dentist!

(engine revving)

Here he comes!

(suspenseful music)

- Dorn is on a motorcycle
approaching from the east.

- Come on, you bastard!

Come on!

Come on.

- He's gone around the building.

- Hold your fire till he comes past us.

(engine revving)

(guns firing)

(barrels rumbling)

(explosion booms)

- [William] Today, you
police have prevented me

from setting off what was
to have been my last bomb.

Now, because of what you have done,

it is necessary for me
to punish all of society.

At this very moment,

I am driving through
the streets of our city

in a red van with enough
dynamite in the back

to level a city block.

Very shortly, I will push

the detonator switch next to me

to set off the explosion.

There is nothing you can do to stop me.

You are just as helpless
as with my other bombings,

and the only thing you can do

is wait until it happens.

In the event I fail to
activate the switch,

it will all happen just the same.

I intend to drive

through the most populated
areas of our city

until I decide where to die,

taking with me the
greatest number of people,

then everything will be all right again.

(switch clicks)

- Patch me into radio.

Emergency, all units.

This is Chief Forester.

Be on the lookout for a red panel truck.

Stake and notify, do not intercept.

Driver is bomber with explosives.

I repeat, do not intercept.

- That psycho isn't bluffing.

When he says something, he means it!

- [Control] Suspect's red van

observed eastbound on Wilshire.

Man identified as the
Mad Bomber is driving.

- I can pick him off with my rifle.

- You are going to do nothing, understand?

I don't want any shooting as
long as he's in that truck.

We've got to get him out.

Geronimo, did you understand what I said?

- What do you want me to do?

Take the day off until he blows up

a couple of hundred people?

(suspenseful music)

- [Patrol] N-L-five through to Control.

Suspect is in the downtown area,

northbound on Grant from 7th Street.

- [Patrol Officer]
Seven-A-five-five to Control.

Bomber suspect in the red van

has just passed our
location at 5th and Flowers.

(tense music)

- [Patrol Officer] Two-A-12 to Control.

The suspect in the red van

observed traveling southbound

on the San Diego Freeway.

I'm following the suspect and
request further instruction.

- [Control] Control One to two-A-12,

do not approach suspect
unless he leaves the red van.

Repeating, do not approach suspect

unless he leaves red van.

- [Patrol Officer] Eight-A-15 to Control.

The red van is on Robertson,
southbound toward Wilshire.

- [Patrol Officer] Eight-A-22 to Control.

The red van with the bomber suspect

is now crossing Olympic,

southbound on Robertson.

- [Patrol Officer] Eight-A-19 to Control.

Bomber suspect observed approaching Pico.

- [Control] Control One to all units,

do not attempt to apprehend suspect.

Red van is loaded with dynamite.

Repeating, red van is
loaded with dynamite.

Stake and notify.

(tires screeching)

- This is nine-eight-eight,
put me through to the chief.

- Geronimo, where the hell are you?

- He's going north on
the San Diego Freeway

off the Santa Monica interchange.

Say, he didn't he go that way

in his last swing around the city?

- He's repeated the same route five times.

- Let me have his full swing.

- He's been turning off the
San Diego Freeway at Wilshire,

east of Highland, past
the high school he bombed.

Then south to the Melrose
Shopping Center mall,

over to Olympic Boulevard.

He then drives west through
Century City section,

turns north to go by the hotel,

west once again toward Santa Monica.

Driving down Colorado Avenue,

the Bombers been passing
the hospital he bombed,

then after winding through

the Santa Monica business section,

the van has been going
back to the downtown area

to start all over again.

- [Patrol Officer] 10-A-51 to Control.

Red van driven by suspect
observed heading west on Broadway.

(soft musterious music)

- [Patrol Officer] 10-A-21 to Control.

Have the bomber suspect under observation.

Westbound on 6th from Grant.

(suspenseful music)

(brakes squealing)
(mysterious music)

(brakes squealing)

(woman vocalizing)

(soft tense music)

(clock ticking)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(explosion booms)

♪ You were the only man ♪

♪ Passing through my life ♪

♪ Tell me why the sun shines ♪

♪ And gives me light ♪

♪ But I didn't listen ♪

♪ Thinking I knew more ♪

♪ I said keep all your sunshine ♪

♪ And I shut my door ♪

♪ Fill my arms with little trails ♪

♪ Reaching for the sky ♪

♪ And you knelt and cried for me ♪

♪ As I passed on by ♪

♪ And you knelt and cried for me ♪

♪ As I passed on by ♪

(whimsical mysterious music)