All language subtitles for Violated-1953

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What's the matter, honey?

No!

No! No!

How am I going to make a

story out of that stuff?

Ellen Tinker, attacked and

killed in her hallroom apartment.

Killer or killer is unknown?

I've got to have an angle,

Mac. Come on, give me a break.

You've seen the body.

Okay, here it is. The guy that did it

must have been plenty sore or a nut.

He not only brutally slashed her, but he

cropped off her hair as well.

Holy smoke! Why?

I'll tell you why when we

get the guy that did it.

I'll be back in a half hour.

Is there anyone in

particular who's under suspicion?

She have a boyfriend?

A boyfriend?

The landlord said she had hundreds.

Friendship was her business.

Could have been any one of them.

And again, maybe not.

We don't have a thing to go on.

Mac said it might have been a nut.

What do you do in a case like that?

Well, I don't know.

I know Mac called Doc Jason, the state

psychiatrist, in the case.

He's the one that can

tell you about nuts.

Doc Jason.

Thanks, Dana. Thanks.

Oh, Miss Casey, will you

file this history, please?)

Yes, Doctor. And may I remind you that

that reporter who phoned

is still waiting outside.

Oh, that Mr. Gardener? Yes, tell him I'll

be with him in a little while.

Now, to get back to what

we were discussing, George,

your reason tells you you want to do something. discussing your. Your reason tells you

want to do. But then you're overcome by

a basic urge and some primitive drive

over come to your. You

know what you fall from

grace again you're going to lose your

liberty for a long

time George society will

never understand and

therefore will not condone

a man who impairs the morals of a minor

I'm all right. Three

years in jail is a long

time I've learned my lesson it's not the

darkness of the prison that cures you but

the light of understanding I think doctor

you've made me see

the light I've been out

now for three months and you see I've

kept out of trouble.

I'll be all right now

doctor. You may send

in Mr Gardner now. And

good luck George I'd like to see you in

about a month but if at any time you want

to talk to me. Don't hesitate to call

thank you very much.

I see you Mr Gardner side of kept you

waiting oh that's all

right I know how busy

you are nice of you to

see me at all. Take a seat.

Now what can I do for you I understand

the kind of McCarthy called you in on the

Ellen Tinkercase I wonder if I can ask

you a few questions I don't know too much

about it yet but right ahead what you

want to know I've

covered a lot of murders in

my time but this doesn't seem like the

usual kind the kind that a normal person

might commit what do you think doctor it

looked like the work

of a sex maniac that's

only a label you see labels name but you

might explain the human mind is

a vast domain when the story is unhinged

it's open to an endless variety of queer

happenings I'm not quite sure I know what

you mean doctor take epilepsy for

instance a man has a fit and loses

consciousness I just imagine a moral

epilepsy where a man has a fit and loses

self possession he becomes a slave of

passion a tool of a driving force he can

neither understand

nor control but do they

know what they're doing they know the

nature but not the quality of their acts

some know the difference between right

and wrong others do not this may sound

like a foolish question to you doctor but

could you give me some idea as to

how many of these characters are at large

unquestionably thousands of them

the record show that last year there were

over 20,000 offenses against women

and children and I doubt that even

one-tenth of all the cases were reported

that is staggering will many of these

offenders repeat unfortunately they will

know.

[wind blowing]

Oh, dear, my pictures.

Let me help you, may I?

Thank goodness they didn't all blow away.

Wasn't that clunky of them?

Gee, I hope they didn't get dirty.

That could have happened to anyone.

A lovely girl, hat box, and photographs.

Hats up to only one thing.

What's that?

You're a model.

Oh, you mean trying to be.

I'm still going to modeling school.

I'm sure your training will pay off.

These photographs don't do you justice.

It's very important in our business

to have good photographs.

Thank you very much.

Did I hear you say our business?

Don't tell me you're a model, too.

No, I'm a photographer.

Have my own studio.

Fashion?

Yes, fashion, everything.

Right now, I'm doing

a series on burlesque.

Gee, that sounds interesting.

[music playing]

Gee, I hope I get a break real soon.

It's so difficult to get a start.

Perhaps I can help you.

Drop into my studio one day next week.

I have a commission from a travel agency.

I'm sure you're just right for the job.

Jan C. Burby,

photographer, 144 Wooster Street.

Gee, this is a break.

Thanks a million.

Oh, my name is Susan Grant,

but everyone calls me Sue.

Nice to know you, Sue.

Nice to know you, Mr. Burby.

Wooster Street?

That's Greenwich Village, isn't it?

That's right.

Can you tell me anything

more about the assignment?

Is there anything

special you'd like me to wear?

Yes, there is.

I'll want you into bathing suits.

A white one.

Oh, I have a white one, but I'm not

sure if it still fits me.

Oh, well, if it doesn't,

I can always borrow one.

That won't be necessary.

I have a couple of

white suits in my studio.

One is just about your size.

[music playing]

Gosh, what's going for

a meeting you like this?

See you next Tuesday, then.

Right, next Tuesday.

Bye.

Bye.

[music playing]

I have a feeling this is it, Mom.

Mr. Burby really knows his stuff.

He's done work for some

of the biggest magazines.

How would you like to see

your daughter as a cover girl?

That would be wonderful.

But maybe you're being a little hasty.

You're not certain yet

that the man can use you.

Don't be so pessimistic, Mom.

He said I was right for the job.

And he's not the type that

would say it and not mean it.

You should see him.

He's really charming.

Very continental.

All right, dear.

I hope you're all right.

It's just that I'd hate

to see you disappointed.

Mom, believe me.

He meant it.

And to prove it, I'm

going to call him right now.

You don't have to

prove anything to me, dear.

Well, I want to call him anyway.

Since I'm going to buy a

suit, I might as well find out

if there's any

particular type he prefers.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Burby?

This is Susan Grant.

Remember me?

I'm glad you phoned.

As a matter of fact, I was intending

to call you a little later.

I just heard from the agency.

The bathing suit is out.

They're sending over a special dress.

I told them to make it size 10.

Is that correct?

Good.

Then I'll meet you at the little coffee

shop I told you about.

The one near your studio in the village?

That's right.

146 McDoogle Street.

Tuesday, 11.

Right.

Bye-bye.

I hope there won't be

any more interruptions.

I'm a little late as it is.

Just one more, and I'll be through.

Mike, straighten out

that cover there, will you?

The corner.

Tuck it under.

Right, out of the way now.

Is this the way you want me?

I'll hold you at just a bit lower.

Now, don't move.

I won't be a second.

That's fine.

Hold it.

Perfect.

Well, these come out

as good as Charmaine's.

Oh, much better.

I have a much prettier girl this time.

Why, honey, you sure talk sweet.

I'll know how to show my appreciation if they're really good.

I'll be right back. I'll know how to show my appreciation if

they're really good.

My pictures are always good.

I know, honey. That's why I'm here.

When will I be able to see the proofs?

How about Monday night?

I'll bring them to the club.

Why don't you go on?

At 12.

I'm your midnight special.

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(MUSIC PLAYING)

Lily, Jan, dear, may I come in?

Certainly, honey. The door is open.

Certainly didn't take you

long to find the way, baby.

It never does when I

really want to get somewhere.

Well, here they are.

The proofs.

See, they're really terrific.

Uh-huh. I thought you would like them.

These are terrific. Really terrific.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, take it easy,

lover boy. Take it easy.

You're beautiful. Really beautiful.

I do look beautiful in

these pictures, don't I?

If my press agent don't take these, I'm

going to can them for sure.

Well, you'll have to excuse me, dear.

I've got to get dressed.

Besides, the manager don't

allow visitors backstage.

How about having dinner with me tonight?

I'll wait out in front for you.

No, I have a terrible headache.

How about tomorrow night?

No, I have a date.

Oh, I was hoping you'd let me

take you to the fissue here.

Photography business

must be doing all right.

That's an expensive

joint. I can make it thirsty.

Oh, wonderful.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, get out of here.

I'm telling you anything better to do

than park yourself on my desk.

Sorry, boss. Bill

said you want to see me.

Yeah.

Your article on that

tinker murder was pretty good.

Who is this Dr. Jason

you got your facts from?

Are you sure he knows

what he's talking about?

Sure. I'm checking everything he told me.

Besides, he's very well known.

Well, it makes good reading, and the

public's entitled to know the facts.

Could you dig up enough material to run a

daily article for two or three weeks?

Could I? I've been doing research on that

stuff ever since I interviewed Jason.

I can write a book right now.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, that does it.

Get on this case first

and start working backwards.

I want to series on all mergers of this

type in the past ten years.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Sit down.

So what were you following her for?

Who was following her?

You were, you jerk. You followed me down

10th Avenue for a block.

Now go on. Who needs you?

I was just going home. Never mind that.

We'll take care of him right away, miss.

Where'd you pick him up?

At Manning's. See, you

had to use the cuffs.

Still a tough guy, eh?

Half enough for you,

flatfoot. You don't scare me.

Ah, shut up or I'll

throw you in the tank.

There's no doubt that this gal was

murdered by the same guy, is there?

Practically not.

Want to look at the

guys we picked up so far?

Yeah.

Let's go.

(MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC PLAYING)

What a bunch of crumbs.

Well, good old Joe.

Again, huh?

Please, please,

Lieutenant. I didn't do anything.

You got the right to pick me up like

this. I didn't do anything.

Really? Come on. Let you and me go to the

question and answer room.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Sit down, you.

Honest Lieutenant, I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

No?

When were you last night between the

hours of one and three?

Sitting up with a sick grandmother?

Please, Lieutenant. You got me wrong.

I did nothing bad last night.

I went to a midnight show on 42nd Street.

Who went?

Who is?

Why, with no
one. I always go alone.

Yeah? Did you know that? Did you ever take her out?

Mary Barrow.

I didn't know any Mary

Barrows. Why pick me up?

He's a comedian, this guy is.

Three convictions, each

involving a chick half his age.

And he's got the nerve to

ask why he was picked up.

Three convictions?

What's he doing loose?

Never heard of Mary

Barrow or Alan Tinker, huh?

You're just a little bit of a bitch. You're a little bit of a bitch. I'll get you out of here.

You're getting in a hole or Alan Tinker, huh?

You dirty stinking rat.

Open up or I'll break in half.

Come on now, bub. You

might as well spill it.

It'll make it easier on you.

I didn't do anything.

You checked the movie house yet, Dana?

Yep. Nobody saw him go

in. Nobody saw him leave.

They're playing the picture, he said.

But they've been playing

this game jail for two weeks.

The two of you worked

him over for a while.

I've got a blow.

Definitely the fetishist.

And from what you tell me, I'd say that

the cutting of the hair

is the act that gives him his exaltation.

After that, he has only one impulse-- to

run away, to escape.

You're thinking his rush to get away,

he'd leave some clue,

but not his baby.

Well, here are the

photographs you asked for.

Maybe they'll give you some insight into the situation.

Good. Let's take a look. Certainly.

Now, here's Henry Claude.

I think the victims were too old for him.

He liked younger ones.

He doesn't look powerful enough to do

what this baby does.

Well, I think we can

exclude him for the time being.

Now, this is Joe Summers.

Now, this could be your boy. I thought so too. We've already picked him up, or we're

still checking on him.

But somehow, I don't think he's the one.

Well, we'll keep him open.

Now, here's one I know-- George Mastro.

Now, George likes the girls, but I

doubt that he'd be the

type of man who'd be involved

in the kind of crime we're thinking of.

As a matter of fact, he was in my office

only a few days ago,

and he's making a
very good adjustment, I say.

Oh, now, here's John Tedeschi.

John has a very bad record.

He began at 18 when he

viciously attacked a cousin of his,

and it was only for the

fact that the family didn't

want to have any

publicity that he got out of that.

But since that time, he's been involved

in two or three crimes

that were brutal.

He's been in twice.

If it were up to
me, he'd never be out.

I think that the family is going to be out. If it were up to me, he'd never be out.

I think that he has both the background

and the personality of the

kind of a man you're looking for.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Are you sure you don't

want me to use any makeup?

Positive.

Nothing but lipstick

and not too much of that.

You're the first

photographer I've ever heard of

who doesn't want his model to use makeup.

That's not exactly true.

You're one of the very

few who gets by without it.

Most of the other girls I

photograph have to use plenty.

Thank you.

This dress is lovely.

I've never worn a

creation like this before.

Yes, it does bring you out very nicely.

Thank you. This is a fascinating business.

Yes, in many ways it is.

Some of these girls are really beautiful.

Some of them are.

I helped a little, of course.

Oh, I'm sure you did.

You do such wonderful work.

You make them all look so glamorous.

Do I?

Well, maybe.

But glamour doesn't mean anything.

You have something much

more important than that.

Something within.

If I can capture it on film, I make it one of New York's top models.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

Do you really think you can?

If I don't, I'll be very disappointed.

Have any of these girls become famous?

The one on your right, Ed, was in the

wrong sort of way for a kid.

No, not that one.

The one next to her.

That's her.

Her picture was in

all the morning papers.

Really? What's her name?

Manny Baddow.

The girl they found murdered in Central Park, it's a very beautiful girl. Oh, I read about that.

Is that her?

But this picture's much prettier than the

one that was in the papers.

Why, you'd never know

it was the same girl.

When did you take it?

Oh, about six months ago, I guess.

That's the last I ever saw of her.

Well, let's go to work, Shelby.

Find out anything worthwhile at the fairway.

Find out anything worthwhile at the

barreled girl's house?

Oh, a little.

Her mother's one of those straight-laced

gospels from rotten veins

who obviously was so strict, the kid had

to go out on a slide.

A fellow with her own type of crown.

Get any of their names?

No, the mother wouldn't allow the kid to

bring anybody after the house.

She didn't even know she was in shell

business, didn't know a thing.

Until I found this theatrical photo

hidden in the closet.

Uh-huh.

I see the name and address of the

photographer who's on the back.

Jan C. Verbe.

Maybe we can get a lead from him.

Could be.

I keep the hat really down.

Let's turn it to the camera.

There we go.

Fine. Now, slightly

towards the camera, Joyce.

That's terrific.

Relax. Next one doesn't take up.

I'll be with you in a

moment. Sit down, please.

Thanks.

Now, don't forget that, Joyce.

Just slightly towards the camera. Now, don't forget that, Joyce. Just slightly towards the camera.

Are you ready?

Okay. Let's do the thing.

Hold it.

Perfect.

Relax. Very, very fine, Joyce.

Now, then.

I'm Helen Devoe from

the Excelsior Agency.

They said you might be able to use me.

Stand up for you, please.

Turn around. A bit

more, dear. Turn around.

No, I can't use you.

You're nothing

exactly what I have in mind.

It's a matter of time.

It's the first time I've

ever seen Helen Devoe turn down.

I don't have an inferiority complex.

But I don't know why he chose me. I don't know why he chose me. I don't know why he chose me. I don't know why he chose me. I don't know why he chose me. I don't know why he chose me. I don't know why he chose me.

Yes, we're on homicide.

I'm Lieutenant McCarthy.

Eugene and Burbank.

Yes, what can I do for you?

It's about the Mary and Beryl case.

Yes, I read about it.

I took some pictures

of her sometime back.

Yes, we know that. So we got your name.

Can you tell us something about her?

No, not much.

She seemed to be a sweet kid.

State circle. You know the type.

When did you see her last?

Oh, about six months ago, I guess.

I took several shots of her at the time.

Over there, there is one.

Nice work. I see you

specialize in ballet and art studies.

No, not particularly.

I do all types of photography.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Yeah?

Here's another picture of a dead girl.

What else can you tell me about her?

Not much. I really don't

know anything about her.

Did you know any of her friends?

No, no one.

I know she worked at the Star-Bolest

Theatre, but that's closed now.

Know anyone that worked

at the same time she did?

Yes.

Scarlett Rose and Lily DeMar.

Oh, but I don't know if they knew her.

Know where I
could reach them?

I don't know about Scarlett, but...

Lily DeMar's working in Ernie's here

right in the village.

Hey, Dana.

Yeah, Mike?

Get the name and

address of this DeMar dame,

and tell her to come

down to the office tomorrow.

Okay.

There's nothing more I can tell you.

I don't bother with the

girls who work where I do.

Most of them are jealous

of me because I'm the star.

Did she have any boyfriends?

Search me. I never saw any.

But I wouldn't know.

She seemed like a

scared little rabbit to me.

She had no business in this racket.

No one at all who ever hung around?

No.

Hey, wait a minute. There was a guy.

An older man that used

to hang around that joint.

He wasn't the ordinary

stage door Johnny type,

but he used to ogle all the girls.

What was his name?

Gee, I don't know.

Everyone called him Pop.

What'd he look like?

Rather tall.

Maybe six feet.

He had a round full face.

If he had a beard, you might say he

looked like Santa Claus.

If he's the guy that we're looking for,

he's no Santa Claus.

How was he dressed?

Just ordinary.

You say he was an older

guy. How about how old?

Maybe 55 or so.

Are you sure there's

nothing else you can think of?

Gee, no.

I'd be glad to help you out if I could,

but that's all I know.

Well, thanks for coming in.

Don't mention it.

And if you ever down in the village,

don't forget, drop in

and catch my axe sometimes.

Maybe I will.

Do that. I'm at Ernie's, you know.

(POP MUSIC)

I think I fell for you the first time I

saw you at the club.

You danced tonight was the most exciting

thing I've ever seen.

I've never felt this

way with anyone before.

If you think that's good,

wait till you take me home.

I'll do a dance for you that'll knock you

right off your seat.

Wonderful.

I get such a kick out of

being with you like this at last.

This is a big night for me.

It would be for me too,

honey, except I got bad news today.

What's that?

My sister again.

She's married to some jerk that can't

hold a jug for more

than two days in a row.

She's expecting a baby soon.

And they're broke again as usual.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yeah, and I'm on the spot.

She expects me to send her the dough.

I'm broke myself right now.

You don't have a hundred

I could have for a week.

No. No, I haven't.

Can't you get an advance from the club?

Oh, forget it.

Let's get out of here.

Gotta get home.

All right, dear.

Waiter, give me the check, please.

Well, good night, big boy.

Thanks for the company.

Good night.

I thought I was coming up for a while.

You said you'd answer me.

Some other time.

I'm a little tired now.

Good night.

Say, that's enough.

Take it easy.

You've got to let me

come up for a while, let me.

You've got to.

I'm crazy about you.

Lots of guys are crazy about me.

But this is the thing.

I love you.

I mean it.

Shall we put our

cards on the table, honey?

You're an all right guy, Jane.

It's fun to have her around.

But let's face it.

You can't afford me.

I'm a luxury.

You're just a hard-working photographer.

I do all right.

That's just the point, baby.

All right isn't good enough for me.

I won't bother you again.

Well, you don't have to be sore.

[phone buzzing]

All right, all right.

Oh, keep your shirt on.

I'm coming.

Mr. Moore?

Yes.

Oh, for me?

Thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[door closes]

[music playing] [music playing]

Thank you.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hello, Sue.

No, not this morning.

I'm busy.

Now I'll make it some other time.

No, Sue.

This afternoon, that's all right.

Later on in the afternoon.

Goodbye. [door opens]

What's the matter, dear?

I don't know.

I was just talking to Mr. Verbig,

and he acted so strange, so abrupt.

Oh, maybe he was just very busy.

He's usually so considerate.

It's not at all like him.

I wonder if I've done

anything to annoy him.

He seems angry.

There's no use getting upset about him.

It can't be that important.

Or is it?

What do you mean?

You're not falling for him, are you?

Don't be ridiculous.

Why do you say that?

Oh, I don't know.

You keep talking about him all the time.

Oh, Mother, that's

too-- too silly for words.

It really is.

He's so much older than you.

Get many in a round-up this time?

There's not many left, but we got a few.

All with iron-bound alibis

like John Tedeschi, I'm sure.

What's your name?

Mike.

Mike what?

Echo Burt.

What's he picked up for,

ignoring a lady in the theater?

72nd Street and Wear, miss.

Near Central Park West.

[door opens]

Are you in charge here?

Yeah.

I'd like to know the

meaning of this outrage.

Why am I here?

Why have I seen you before, Buster?

I wouldn't know.

You aren't answering my question.

I've seen you

somewhere before, all right.

What was he picked up for?

There are some

gallic-complained details of the blocks.

I never heard anything so ridiculous.

She must be the psycho.

Now I know, Buster.

Ever hear of Doc Jason?

[indistinct chatter]

[phone rings]

Hello?

Oh, it's you again.

You don't seem to catch

on very fast, do you, Jen?

No.

Absolute-- who cares?

Now look, brother, this has got to stop.

No, absolutely no.

Never. Never. Never N-E-V-E-R.

Never.

Get it?

[indistinct chatter]

♪ (piano music)

(door opens)

(applause)

♪ (piano music)

(door closes) ♪ (piano music)

-

Lily...Jenny...Lily...Lily, I want to see you.

Open up! Lily! Lily, open up!

- Oh, beat it, you

jerk! I told you to scram!

♪ (piano music)

What's the matter? You can't hold a guy

like you used to, huh?

- You're slipping! - Why, you cat!

What do you think?

You're trying to kill me!

- I'm sorry!

♪ (piano music)

♪ (piano music)

♪ (piano music)

- Why, you dirty, lousy peeping tom!

What are you doing here?

- Lily, honey...don't be mad.

I have to see you.

Why don't you want to see me anymore?

- What am I gonna do with you?

What good are you gonna do me?

- Lily...don't speak that way.

Even if it is true...don't say it.

- I've got a lot more

to say to you, you creep!

If you don't get out of here right away,

I'm gonna call a cop...for the very idea

of busting into a lady's apartment.

- Lily...listen please...

I love you.

- Get away from me, you

make my skin crawl, you jerk!

- Lily...don't say it.

You make me angry.

- What, how do your mind make you angry?

What about me?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- Take your hands off me!

Oh, I think you're nuts!

- Don't say it.

(Lily cries out)

- Oh, you don't

really love your crazy ass!

(Lily cries out)

(Lily laughs)

- No, no, Lily!

- Lily?

♪ (ominous music)

- Help, please! Murder!

Help, help, please! Help somebody, help!

♪ (ominous music)

Hey, stop that guy, stop him!

- Stop, please! Hey you, stop!

(buzzer)

♪ (ominous music)

(gunshot)

♪ (ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

♪ (ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

♪ (ominous music)

(fire crackling)

♪ (ominous music)

(fire crackling)

(fire crackling)

(fire crackling)

(door opens)

- Well, here's our only eyewitness.

- Oh, break it wide. Sit down, please.

(door closes)

(door closes)

I understand you grappled

with the killer a second.

What did he look like?

- I don't know exactly.

He was kind of dark out.

- Well, you must have some idea.

Was he tall or short?

- Tall, maybe six feet.

- Was he wearing a hat?

- No, no hat.

- Well, was his hair dark or light?

You must have noticed that.

- His hair was black.

- Did you notice

anything about his features?

Did he have a scar or anything?

- I don't know. I couldn't tell.

- You think you might

be able to recognize him

if I showed you some pictures?

- No, it all happened so fast.

I didn't get a good look.

- What kind of clothes was he wearing?

- Doc's suit.

- Did his suit get torn or

anything when you grabbed him?

- No, but filthy.

Plenty of dust on that fire escape.

- Mm-hmm.

His hands. Did he have

anything in his hands?

Was he carrying anything?

- No, not a thing. I could see that.

- Thank you very much.

- Bye. - Yes, sir.

- What's this about his hands?

- The hair he cut off.

He didn't leave it behind.

That means he took it with him, right?

- Right.

- And if he took it with

him and he wasn't carrying it,

he must have shoved it into his pocket.

Ever try to get hair off

your suit after a haircut?

- Oh, I get it.

Some of her hair is

probably still stuck in his pocket.

Nice figuring, Mac.

- Now, if that suit is

as dirty as I think it is,

he's gonna send it out to be clean.

I want every clean

store in Manhattan checked.

Put on as many men as you can.

And here's what to look for.

A man's suit.

(soft music)

(soft music)

- You really got some

publicity this time, Lieutenant?

- Thanks for nothing.

It's news, Mac.

You can't keep a thing like this quiet.

Officer, get me

Ernie's on West 3rd Street.

I want to talk to the manager.

(door opens)

- You know this, Demar Dean

was here less than a week ago.

She asked me to come

down and catch her act.

Huh.

(phone rings)

- Hello, Ernie?

He's busy right now, but

I'll get him, will you?

- Hey, Mr. Glanto, telephone.

(piano music)

- Let's get down, telephone.

- Louis Quintor talking.

Yeah, sure, I'll be down.

(soft music)

- Gee, I never thought

I'd get here in time.

I didn't realize how late it was.

Then when I looked at my

watch and so it was two o'clock,

I rushed so I forgot my

bag and I had to go back.

Jan, you were expecting me, weren't you?

- Yes, ma'am.

- You know that thing you

told me about last week?

Well, I saw it last

night and it's wonderful.

Shall I change into the cocktail dress?

(soft music)

Sit down.

I'm handling the Lily DeMar murder.

What can you tell me about her?

What do you want to know?

- Everything.

- Did she have many boyfriends?

- Are you kidding?

- I had a buck for

every John and Lily dated.

Just one buck.

I'd have enough dough to pay for my house

for a thousand dollar bill.

- As many as that, huh?

- I'll say.

If you divided this town into two groups,

those who knew Lily and those who didn't,

be like separating those

who are old enough to vote

from those stolen rompers.

- How about yourself?

You look like you're old

enough to be out of diapers.

- As far as I can say,

Lily was only merchandise.

Top grade stuff, mind you,

but still only merchandise.

She had as much sex as I feel for me

as a porterhouse steak

would have for a butcher.

- Never mind the wisecracks.

Did you ever see her

after business hours?

- Look, you can believe what you want,

but I happen to have a beautiful wife

and three swell kids at home.

And I happen to be a very

happy, well-adjusted guy.

If I wanted to play around

with glamor pussers like Lily,

I wouldn't have to chase after them.

Not in my racket.

They're only bread and butter to me.

- You must know some of

the guys she went with.

Does she have a steady?

- No, Lily like variety.

She decided to study with Krampus style.

- Did any of the guys that she went out

with get sore at her?

- Most of them, I guess.

Lily would play around

with them for a while,

get what she wanted, and

give the suck of the gate.

- Did any of them get

sore at her recently?

- Yeah, there was a

photographer who was hanging around.

Can you think of his name?

- Do you know it?

- Yeah, Verbig.

- Would that be Jan C. Verbig?

- I guess so.

- Jan, get me the file

on a super testimony.

If I'm not mistaken, his

description of the killer

could fit Verbig very easily.

- Hey, well if you're right,

looks like we finally got a break.

- That'll be all then, thanks a lot.

- Okay.

McCarthy's thinking.

Yes, Collins?

- This is it, Mac.

- It's a navy blue suit

for a guy about six-one.

Long black hairs in

the pocket of the jacket.

The suit's very dirty.

- Great.

Rust and paint too, huh?

That's it, all right.

Did you get the name of the owner?

Well, what do you know?

Get that suit out here, Pronto.

Hey, Dana, forget that file

and get a car ready right away.

(engine revving)

- Mothers are funny.

- What do you mean?

- Mine says I have a crush on you.

- And what did you say?

- That it was ridiculous.

- Why did you say that?

- I just wanted to stop

her from asking questions.

- Do you think it is

ridiculous for someone to love me?

- No, no, of course not.

I think you're very charming, very.

- Don't count.

(engine revving)

- Let me go!

- Why do you fight me?

- I want to love you.

You have such lovely hair.

You're afraid of me.

I call the others.

You reject me too.

(screaming)

(engine revving)

Such lovely hair.

Oh, such lovely hair.

(gasping)

It's your own best.

It's your honeyman's hearts and soul

and while you're

bonging, you're just a messiah.

- No, no, please!

(screaming)

- Hey, get in there.

Open up, please.

Don't get it, Dana.

Take it easy, you do.

Give me your hand, Meg.

(screaming)

(growling)

I'll hold you for sure.

There.

(dramatic music)

- Hello?

- Yes, the district attorney is here.

It's for you, Mr. Henderson.

- Thank you.

Yes, Fayshore?

You know how much

longer the doctor will be.

- It's hard to say.

He's giving verbiage the injection

of sodium pentatone now.

- Oh, I don't know.

An hour, maybe two hours.

Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Does that put him in a hypnotic state?

- It's more like a truth serum.

(door opens)

- Why did you cut the hair?

- I don't know.

- You don't?

- No.

You knew you could buy hair,

human hair, all you wanted.

It wouldn't be the same.

- Tourniquet, please.

Now just put it down, Tommy.

Put your head to the side.

That's the way.

I'm not going to hurt you at all.

And tell me, does this hurt?

- No, Doctor, no.

- Now, Janice, a second.

Now just look away.

Now, I didn't hurt you, did I, verbiage?

- No, Doctor.

- Take, please, Nes.

Now, I'm going to ask you to count to 10

when I tell you, will you please do that?

- Yes, Doctor.

- All right, begin now.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight,

nine, eight, nine, nine, nine.

Now, verbiage, do you hear me?

- Yes.

- Now you're relaxed.

You're almost asleep.

But you'll be able to speak to me,

and you'll tell me the truth.

And I want you to go back

into your memory, far back,

and tell me what first comes to your mind

that was a significant recollection.

- I remember Helen.

I loved Helen.

We were going to be married.

I never went to the church.

- Why not?

- I was afraid.

- Afraid? Afraid of what?

- Afraid of having children.

- What, children of your own?

Was your own childhood so

full of painful memories

that you wanted no child

of your own to relive it?

- Yes.

- What comes to your mind?

- My father.

I want some, my father cry.

My father was wonderful.

He took me everywhere.

My mother had no time.

She was an actress.

After this circus, I asked my father

to take me to see my mother.

I never should have done it.

I never should have done it.

- Why not?

Tom, you can tell me.

We've been talking, frankly.

I'll understand.

- The theater was empty.

My father took me to the dressing room.

He opened the door.

A man was choking my

mother's long beautiful hair

and kissing her.

He left me alone with him.

He ran out.

The night he shut himself down,

he shut himself.

- All right, Jan.

Control yourself.

You know, stick to syringe.

Come on, my boy.

You'll be as well as ever.

Go and sleep a little while now

and rest.

I've gotta go now, Doctor.

The DA is waiting for me.

(somber music)

- Well, Doctor?

- It's one of the most cogent cases

of subconscious

compulsion that I've ever seen.

All the way from his

passion for revenge on woman

right down to the hair fetish.

- Look, all I want to know is,

did he know what he was doing?

- I'm afraid he did, but--

- No buts about it.

He knew.

He'll have to pay the penalty.

What are you looking so

disturbed about, Doctor?

- I was thinking of

what the state will spend

on the trial and the execution.

Society won't benefit

from that man's death.

They could use that

money to build more hospitals

and train

psychiatrists so that they could

study these cases and

I think these tragedies

might be prevented.

- A man commits a horrible crime

and you feel sorry for him.

- In a way, yes, it

may sound a bit corny,

but as the twig is

bent, the tree inclines.

If I had had the

opportunity to treat the twig,

you probably wouldn't have

had to chop down the tree.

Nevertheless, he gets the ax.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- May I help you?

- Oh, thank you.

(dramatic music) (dramatic music)