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(dramatic, ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(people speaking faintly)

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(heartbeat thumping)

(metal clicks)

(heartbeat thumping)

- Andre?

Andre!

- I'll be right down.

(tense, dramatic music)

(crickets chirping)

(water sloshing)

(heartbeat thumping)

(tense music)

(heartbeat thumping)

(music intensifies) (heartbeat quickens)

(woman screaming)

- Why? No! (groaning)

No! (panting)

Oh! (groaning)

Ooh! Oh, no. (groans)

Oh! No, no. (screaming)

Stop, no! Oh, no!

(attacker grunting) (woman screaming)

Oh no] - . ' - (Wall No! mg)

(8Creamin No! g)

Hey. (grunting)

(woman panting)

(woman panting) (bodies thudding)

(foreboding music)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh! You startled me.

- (chuckles) I'm sorry, it's nine o'clock. You ready to go?

- I, um...l have my own car tonight.

- What? Terry, I waited over an hour

just to have a few minutes with you.

- I'm sorry, Quent, if I'd known that you were waiting,

I would've told you sooner.

- I thought your car wasn't gonna be ready 'til Friday?

- The parts came in earlier than they expected.

- Well, would you have coffee with me before you go home?

- Thanks, Quent, not tonight.

I'm not going straight home.

- Where are you going?

- Quent, baby, just 'cause I let you buy me

a couple of self-realization health sandwiches,

it doesn't mean I've given up meat and potatoes entirely.

- It's some other guy, isn't it?

One loaded with lots of bread.

- Quent, love, I'll be thinking of you all night.

- You know, guys have a name for you

and it's not a nice name, either.

- Don't fret.

We'll have a nice vegetarian luncheon next week,

featuring your own special safflower mayonnaise.

Now, Quent, be a good boy. Don't get any ideas.

- You let me kiss you.

- Well, maybe I'll let you kiss me again

if you're a good boy.

(ominous music)

(soothing music)

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- [Radio Announcer] We interrupt this program

to bring you a new bulletin

issued in the wake of a fresh atrocity

committed by the mysterious attacker of young girls

now terrifying Southern California.

The masked marauder struck down yet another victim today,

in a section of town heretofore thought immune

from the rapist activities.

Again, the mysterious assailant wore a carnival-type mask,

concealing his face, and again cut a swastika

into the 12 year-old girl's flesh,

this time on the right breast. (heartbeat thumping)

In another amazing reversal of tactics,

the rapist struck for the first time in broad daylight,

dressed in a clown's costume.

He came to the birthday party for 12 year-old Mary Watkins

and entertained the sub-teenagers for 2O minutes

before he lured the flaxen-haired child into his van,

where he brutally assaulted the girl,

who is listed in critical condition

at the Cedars of Lebanon Hospital.

Special precautions are urged

for females walking alone on the streets,

or living by themselves.

And now, back to the music.

(heartbeat thumping) (soothing music)

(water splashing)

(Terry sighs)

(water splashing cont.) (heartbeat thumping cont.)

(tense, dramatic music)

(Terry gasps and screams)

(Terry screaming cont.)

(Terry screaming cont.)

(punch thuds)

(water splashing) (attacker panting)

(ominous music)

- Can't you gimme any description of your attacker?

What he looked like?

- He looked like the devil.

You know what the devil looks like! Red-faced with horns.

- He always wears a different mask.

Once, he was Mickey Mouse.

- He didn't play Mickey Mouse with me.

- Any other recognizable or identifiable factors

about this person?

- He was undoubtedly male.

- That's his problem.

- One he seems willing to share.

How many other girls has he done this to?

- Well, I'm afraid that's privileged information.

- If I'm privileged to be attacked,

I think I'm privileged to know a few of the details.

- If only you'd called us last night,

right after it happened, we would have a better case.

The longer the victim waits to report the rape, uh,

well, the more it reflects on the veracity.

- Do you really think I've made this all up?

- It's been done. (sighs)

Unfortunately, only about 2% of the victims

call us right away.

Most of them wait and they generally clean up first,

and of course, wash away the evidence.

- Well, this is one kind of evidence

I'd like to see anybody wash away!

- That's certainly in your favor, isn't it?

Though, it would be helpful if there was some, um,

(door creaking) some torn clothing,

or perhaps some broken furniture

to show signs of a struggle.

- I was in the shower naked. There's no furniture in there!

And he did run his knife through the shower curtain.

What more do you want, my corpse?

- (sighs) Understand, Ms. Murphy,

we have a terrible time getting convictions in rape cases.

And in fact, by law, the judge has to counsel the jury

to examine the testimony

of the female person with caution.

- Male chauvinism. I'm a human being, not a "female person."

My house was broken into,

I was viciously attacked, raped and knifed.

You don't have to be cautious about that.

- But you also sell those sexy classified ads.

Ms. Murphy, think of the trial of the rapist

after we catch him.

Imagine yourself on the stand.

You're being cross examined by the defense attorney.

He holds up a copy of the Free Press

and he reads out loud a classified ad.

"Lonely girl looking for W/M with bread.

Object: fun and games."

Now, Ms. Murphy, the attorney asks you,

"Did you sell these sexually provocative ads?"

You have to answer, "yes."

Before he's through with you, he'll make you look like

a madam on the make that has provoked

and asked to be attacked.

- Is it a crime to make an honest living?

- (huffs) I'm thinking of the jury, Ms. Murphy.

If, as, and when we manage to apprehend your assailant

and bring him trial, well, that's not the end of it.

We have no luck at all winning convictions

if the victim is a good-looking young girl.

Oh, if she's older, middle-age and the guy's a lot younger,

or if she's a child and the man's a lot older,

then maybe we can manage to convict him.

But a gorgeous girl like yourself?

Be damn difficult to convince a jury.

We, uh...we have a lawyer in town

that specializes in defending rape cases.

He keeps quoting a judge's decision

in a famous rape case.

- What was the decision?

- You can't thread a moving needle.

- A rapist can get away with rape even if he's caught?

- [Sergeant] Much too often.

- (sighs) So you're not even gonna bother

to try and catch this masked maniac?

- On the contrary, Ms. Murphy, we're determined

to catch him and convict him!

(telephone rings)

Oh, uh, excuse me, may I? I'm expecting a call.

(telephone rings)

Purvis.

Yeah.

Yeah, uh...l'll be over in a bit.

Keep him on ice.

Do you know a Quentin Judson?

- He put an ad in the Free Press to sell his guitar.

What's Quent gotta do with this?

- That's what I'm trying to find out.

Could, uh, he have been the one that cut you?

- Quent? Of course not.

- What's your relationship with Judson?

- What the hell are you implying?

- Why are you so excited?

- Get this straight, Sergeant,

Quent gave me a ride a couple nights

while my car was in the shop.

One night, we had a hamburger.

Another night, he took me to a flick.

- And? - And what?

- And anything else?

- A kiss or two. ls there anything wrong with that?

- Maybe he wanted more. - Well, he didn't get it.

Don't let my appearance fool you.

The guy that gets me is gonna provide quid pro quo.

- We, uh, processed all the arrests

made in this vicinity last night.

Patrol car picked Judson up for speeding

15 minutes after your attack, half a block from here.

The right time and the right location for your attack.

And when he was apprehended, he had a knife on him.

- But that's impossible.

Quent's got a case on me, he's not homicidal.

- He was angry with you last night.

- No big deal. Quent's a hamburger date.

I had a better offer, a steak date.

Steak's better than hamburger. Everybody knows that.

- He didn't like being stood up, did he?

- He's just a good looking guy

who finds me a little bit too much.

- And so he just happened to be miles away from his own pad

while you were being cut and raped.

Coincidence?

- But Quent's a gentle soul.

He loves small animals, he reads poetry out loud,

practically lives on strawberry yogurt and sunflower seeds.

But I guess he is a nut, a health nut.

- And you're sure you're not letting your sympathy for him

sway your better judgment?

- No way.

- Frustration, unsatisfied physical desire,

resentment of being stood up for another date.

Now, all these things

can build up quite a powerful motive

for rape in a young man.

- But Quent just couldn't be the man

who's been raping these girls all over the city.

" No?

Maybe he wanted you so very badly

that he decided to emulate the masked rapist.

People are a lot closer to monkeys than you might think.

They, uh, they like to imitate, to copy somebody,

whether it's copying the way they look,

or the way they cut their hair,

or the way they hijack airplanes.

- You mean insanity is contagious?

- Yeah, just like the measles, or the whooping cough.

Once the disease of violence begins to rage,

nobody is immune.

- I know my customers!

Quent's all peace and love. I'm the one who's not!

And whoever did this to me, for whatever reasons,

passion or perversity, had better watch out.

Because if you don't catch him, I will.

And when I do, he'll wish he were dead.

Nobody makes Terry Murphy damaged goods

on the marriage market.

Nobody cuts Terry Murphy and gets away with it.

(dramatic music)

(typewriter keys clacking)

- [Radio Announcer] We interrupt this program

for a flash bulletin.

Police have reported another attack on a young girl

by the mysterious assailant

who has terrorized the urban area over the last month.

- Better lock the door behind me, Lotus.

It's gotten so you kids aren't even safe

in the daytime anymore.

- Yes. Thank you, Mr. Richter, for your consideration.

- [Radio Announcer] In a gutter

in the 1200 block of Sycamore Street.

The girl was unconscious and covered with blood

when children noticed her body.

Ms. Anthony was rushed to the Angels of Mercy Hospital,

where her condition remains critical.

(heartbeat thumping) Police say the girl

evidently put up a terrific struggle,

suffering compound fracture of the left arm,

in addition to her other injuries.

(typewriter keys clacking) She was also mutilated

with the rapist's characteristic swastika

cut into her broken left arm.

Police are urging all young women

who either live alone, or have occasion to travel alone,

to make suitable arrangements

to be accompanied at all times.

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(radio report plays on faintly)

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- Another attack? When?

What part of the campus?

I thought you pulled that guy in for questioning?

(car door thuds) He was? Okay.

There's been another attack out at the college.

Broad daylight. Switchblade, mask, the whole gizmo.

- Was it this guy, uh, Quent that did it, Lieutenant?

- When it happened, Quentin Du rwood Arthur Judson

was down at the station being questioned.

Let's go get something to eat.

(dramatic music)

- Buy a copy of Spengler's Decline of the West?

Hardly used. The Essays of Montaigne?

Pascal's Pensées? Casanova's memoirs!

An expert guide.

It's dirt cheap because I dropped it in the bathtub.

- Oh, uh, a clean, dirty book, huh? (laughs)

- I was sure he was the one that raped Terry Murphy.

- Maybe he was.

When a beautiful girl like that turns a guy down,

some psychotics can't take it.

- Hey, if a beautiful girl like that turned me down,

I'd get kind of upset, too.

- Yeah, but what can we do?

She didn't see his face and can't, or won't, identify him.

Now, you know that Judge Ogilvy says

that if the guy is a neighbor, a friend, or a lover,

we have to be extra careful.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - How many times a woman

tries to get revenge for some reason

and then changes her mind?

- What's your pleasure, dudes?

- Two Alice B. Toklas specials.

- Uh, just alfalfa with celery root today. No grass.

The fuzz are giving us psychology-based restaurants

a hard time this year.

- (laughs) It's divested interest, loves.

Trying to divest us of the pleasures of life.

As H. L. Mencken says, "Everything I like

is either illegal, immoral, or fattening."

- You're right there. (lieutenant laughing)

- Buy a book for those lonely hours?

The Complete Works of Aristotle in half calf.

Dig the philosophy of the ancients.

Get high with Hippocrates.

(car horn honks)

(lieutenant whistles)

- There he is.

- (huffs) Well, I'll have to admit,

he doesn't look like the kind of guy

that'd cut up a beautiful girl.

- (chuckles) Yeah, particularly today,

when there are so many girls who are so available.

- Pot, pills, passion. Can do funny things.

- Two Alice B. Toklas specials.

Would you like some herbal tea or wild ass milk?

- (chuckles) Uh, how about

some old fashioned coffee?

- Far out. (quirky music)

(coins rattling) (dial racking)

(traffic humming)

- Hi, Terry. It's me, Quent.

- Pity you didn't identify yourself last night.

- You don't think that was me, do you?

I mean, the police have been giving me a hard enough time

without you climbing all over me, too.

- Don't talk to me about a hard time.

- You don't think I'd hurt you, do you?

- What were you doing around my place last night?

- I was just waiting for you, that's all.

- (sighs) The sergeant seems to be

of the opinion you found me, too.

- I just wanted to find out

who the guy was you stood me up for, that's all.

- So you found out. What then?

- Well, I didn't do anything. Not to you.

- Why should I believe you?

- Terry, I'd do anything,

anything in the world to convince you

I had nothing to do with what happened last night.

- Okay, convince me.

It should be easy enough.

After all, all you have to do

is find the maniac who did do it.

- Well, how am I gonna do that?

The police can't even do that.

- I don't know. Not yet. (tense music)

But I do know no creep in the world

is gonna do anything like this to me

and then whip off through the daisies soot free.

The police say they have to have evidence.

All day I've been thinking of ways and means...

And I think now, I have a couple of ideas of my own

that just may work.

If you want to, uh, clear yourself with me,

now's the time to speak.

- Terry, you know how I feel about you.

I'd do anything for you.

(pensive music)

(receiver clicks) (coin rattles)

(ominous music)

(heartbeat thumping)

(woman screaming) (heartbeat thumping cont.)

(handcuffs click)

(metal clattering) (heartbeat thumping cont.)

(attacker panting)

(tense music)

(dramatic music) - It's the same mark,

but it's the first time

the masked rapist has used chloroform.

- It's one first I could have done without.

I've been studying psychopaths

at a university in my psych classes.

I never thought I'd end up as a case history myself.

- I'm afraid this psychopath doesn't follow a usual MO.

- But basically, his motivation is to get his jollies

evening his score against women.

- You're right, of course.

In fact, we, uh, we had a case last month,

which indicates his hatred of women.

(tense, foreboding music)

(heartbeat thumping) (crickets chirping)

(dog barking in distance)

(heartbeat thumping cont.)

(heartbeat intensifies)

(heartbeat intensifies)

(woman laughing)

- Oh, honey, you idiot! You sadistic fool.

That phony, false face! Well, that's too much.

And a gag, too?

Baby, everything's a gag with you, isn't it, angel?

Do you wanna frighten Momsy?

Did he wanna play the big, bad man with Momsy, huh?

(laughs) Oh, lover.

You're a three-ring circus. Yeah, you are.

That face!

D'you know, it looks like an orangutan's behind

with a red meerschaum pipe stuck up it?

(laughs) Why don't you come to bed, sweetie?

Come on, come to bed. Come cut baby off.

Come to and lick it. Don't take a thing off.

You want something bad, huh? (screams)

(attacker grunting)

(woman gasping)

(punch thuds) (Woman gasps)

(attacker grunting)

(woman gasping)

(woman panting)

(attacker grunting)

(window thuds)

(eerie music)

- When the girl indicated she wanted to be hurt,

wanted to perform weird sexual acts,

the guy was turned off (snaps fingers) like that.

He didn't rape her because he couldn't rape her.

Hey, maybe you could help us, if you're willing.

This maniac is so obsessed with his hatred of women

that he soon will become satiated

with cutting and raping girls.

Next time, God forbid, it could be worse.

(tense music)

We have to stop him.

(upbeat rock music)

- [Radio Announcer] This is a special bulletin.

The police department has reported another victim

of the rape-and-mutilate attacker.

The 32nd victim of record

since the Los Angeles reign of terror

started exactly six weeks ago today.

Again, the masked marauder changed his technique.

When Maryanne Lauder, 19, cashier at the Roxy Theater,

went into the lady's room at the theater

at 11 :40 this morning,

she was surprised in the ladies' toilet

by the rapist, who assaulted her three times,

slashed a swastika on her right breast,

and left the bleeding girl unconscious.

She is listed in critical condition at County Hospital.

- Flaky S.O.B.

I don't see why they can't haul 'em in, do you?

- No.

- Going around carving his Indian signs on girls.

He's gotta be nuts, you know?

- Yeah, he's nuts alright.

- Now, look at you, an average guy.

What makes a man go ape like that, huh? Tell me.

- L...l...l don't know.

- Something wrong?

- Yeah.

- What's the matter?

Too warm in here for you today?

- Yeah, yeah.

Ms. Carr, is Thursday okay with you to do this job?

I guess I don't feel so good

and I don't have the right rubber tile in the truck.

- Of course. But it'll have to be Thursday afternoon.

I sleep mornings because I work nights.

You wouldn't want to get a working girl

out of the sack now, would you?

Or maybe you would like to, at that.

- Uh, I don't. lcan't.

Uh, that is, I mean, well, um, thanks.

(tools clattering)

Uh, I'll see you Thursday afternoon.

(soothing lounge music)

(crickets chirping) (heartbeat thumping)

(woman screaming)

(heartbeat intensifies)

(woman screaming)

(punch thuds) (frightening music)

(moody music) (attacker panting)

(moody music cont.) (panting)

(frenetic music)

(people speaking faintly) (typewriter keys clacking)

- Yeah, bring in Sherman. Uh, keep the others separate.

(typewriter keys clacking)

(telephone ringing)

Sit down, Mr. Sherman.

- Well, what's this all about?

Why do you keep questioning me?

I have a right to know why I was arrested.

- Because we're not satisfied with your answers.

And you weren't arrested.

The officers asked you to accompany them to headquarters.

- Okay, okay, okay. I wasn't arrested.

I went with him because I love riding in police cars.

- Were you near 1415 Park Avenue yesterday afternoon?

" No!

- What do you do for a living?

- I fix TVS.

- And you work for...?

- Now, you know damn well where I work.

The cops picked me up there.

(telephone ringing) (typewriter keys clacking)

- I'll ask you once again.

Were you near 1415 Park Avenue yesterday afternoon?

" No!

- I'll call your boss and check your schedule.

(dial tone buzzes)

(rotary dial whirring)

- Don't call. Don't. (receiver clicks)

I was, uh, near there.

- Hm. Why did you lie?

- (sighs) Because of my steady girl.

If she thinks I, uh, made a friend there,

she'd raise hell with me. She might even dump me.

That's the truth, I swear it.

Look, I was...l was adjusting an antenna

on a roof about a block away,

and, uh, I left about a quarter to six.

You can check with my manager of the company I work for.

It was the last job of the day and I put it on a time sheet.

- I did check. And that's how I know you were there.

Here's a free piece of advice, Mr. Sherman.

Don't lie to the police

because you might wind up in jail a long time.

You didn't get home 'til 7:30.

- How'd you know that?

- I'm asking the questions!

- All right. I'd still like to know, what is this all about?

- All right. It's no secret.

Young girl was cut and raped

about 6:00, 6:30 yesterday afternoon,

and we're checking out everybody that was in the area.

Did you know a Ms. Sally Carr?

- No, no.

But if my girl hears that I've been questioned about a rape

and a knifing, and it happened near where she lives,

I'll lose Bunny for sure.

- Maybe you should have thought about that

before you made another girlfriend.

(moody music)

(birds chirping) (doorbell rings)

- Oh, uh, did I make a mistake?

Is this Ms. Carr's?

- The answer to the first question is,

I don't know if you made a mistake or not.

Second question, yes, this is Ms. Carr's. Who are you?

- Uh, I'm from Acme Linoleum.

I told Ms. Carr I'd come back this afternoon.

Uh, I'm Stan Driscoll.

- Oh! Come right in, Mr. Driscoll.

Go ahead.

Uh, sit down, Mr. Driscoll.

- Why?

- Oh, uh, Police Department. Sergeant Purvis.

You were, uh, you were here Tuesday, weren't you?

- Sure, I couldn't do the job

because I didn't have the right rubber tile in the truck.

- Not according to your boss.

- What do you mean?

- Let me, uh, see the tile.

This is, uh, number BGH-12, isn't it?

- Yeah. BGH-12.

- Well, according to your boss, uh,

you haven't got a new supply of BGH-12 in a couple weeks.

And also according to your boss,

his inventory has you responsible for two boxes of BGH-12.

- Oh, yeah, uh, I got confused

and I thought I'd used them all up,

but I found 'em when I went back out to the truck.

- So, uh, you did come back here Tuesday?

- Tuesday? No.

- Why not?

- Well, please don't tell my boss,

but I went to see a movie.

- [Sergeant] Oh. What movie?

- At the Bijou.

- [Sergeant] What was the name of the movie?

- The Boston Strangler.

- [Sergeant] Why did you go see that movie?

- I read in the Free Press that it was a great flick.

- Lyric Theater was torn down last year.

Now, you better get your story straight,

because I'm gonna check it out.

- Why? What am I supposed to have done?

Why are you picking on me?

- You, uh, you said you read the papers.

- Not all the time. Just when someone gives me one.

- Now, don't you have a TV or a radio?

- Sure, I got a TV. I watch the cartoons.

No radio.

- Then you must have known

that Sally Carr was attacked and cut Tuesday.

Now, it's been all over the TV,

the radio, and the newspapers.

- I don't listen to the news much. It's never good.

My mother used to tell me that if something wasn't any good,

I had to avoid it.

Hey, man, aren't you supposed to tell me

that anything I say can be held against me

and that I have the right to remain silent?

And that I can have a lawyer if I want one?

- Certainly. If you're a suspect.

Now, up to now, I've just been trying

to find out a little information.

Are you a suspect? Do you want a lawyer?

- Man, you really throw the questions around.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Why should I need a lawyer?

- Would you prefer to remain silent?

- Sure. Why not?

You're beginning to bug me.

- Well, in that case, I'll just have to take you down

to police headquarters for questioning.

- Skip it! I'll answer your questions.

- Even though you know your answers can be used against you?

- Okay, okay, just no fuzz trap.

- You, uh...

You use a knife in your work, don't you, Stan?

- Yeah, I use lots of knives.

I carve with 'em, too.

- What do you carve? People?

- Sometimes. But I like to carve flowers best.

- Did, uh, you carve Ms. Carr?

- No. I didn't know she wanted to be carved.

- How about Terry Murphy? Did you carve her?

- Say, wasn't she one of those girls

that got raped and had a swastika cut on them?

- Now, how did you know that?

- I was reading a newspaper, someone left in the john.

The story was next to Mary Worth.

I read Mary Worth.

- Yeah, uh.

- My mother wasn't like Mary Worth.

- Did you know Midge Lewis? Did you carve her?

- No. I don't know her.

Say, wasn't she another one of those girls

that had the swastika cut on them?

- Yes.

- Aw, you fuzz are all alike!

I carve flowers mostly, I told you.

Outta wood.

(moody music)

(coin clattering) (rotary dial whirring)

(telephone ringing)

- Detective Sergeant Purvis.

- It's Midge. Midge Lewis.

You told me to call you if anything happened.

Well, it has and I don't know what to do.

- Where are you?

- At the organic coffee house.

And I'm frightened.

I'm frightened of Terry Murphy.

She said they have plans to catch the masked marauder.

Did you know about this?

- Not a thing. What does she plan to do if she catches him?

- She said the marauder was a fiendish monster

and a sex-mad sadist who deserved

to get a dose of his own medicine.

I think she's a psycho.

- Look, are you, uh, too scared to stick with it

and find out a few things for us?

- Like what?

- Like why.

(tense, dramatic music)

- But why do you wanna do this?

- Because the police haven't.

They've already questioned every known sexual offender

and deviant in the area.

They've knocked themselves out trying to catch this creep.

And unless something falls

into their square pattern, they're lost.

Besides, they're simply not hip to the type of guy

that's been raping and cutting any girl he wants.

- The sergeant I met appeared to be

a very capable and intelligent police officer.

- Do you have any idea what their workload is?

How many cases they have to solve?

And they're unable to solve this type of case

with all their legal restrictions.

Look, rape is the most difficult of all felonies

for the police to prove.

- What can you do they can't do?

- We're gonna start by inviting the suspects to my place.

Quent'll be in the other room to protect me

if the going gets rough.

- Why do you tell me about this?

- I read about you in the papers.

They said you were studying to be a psychologist.

I'd like you to be there and size 'em up,

help us pin down this creep.

- Who are the suspects?

- Quent Judson was one of them on the list.

- Are you this friendly with the other suspects, too?

- No, not really.

The really important suspects

are Stan Driscoll and John Sherman.

- Is there evidence against these men?

- Not much. Proximity, mostly.

Both use knives in their work.

Both have access to panel trucks.

It's too flimsy for the cops, but not for me.

Terry Murphy and company

are gonna start where the fuzz stop.

Are you with us?

Do you wanna help us catch the S.O.B. that did this to us?

(tense music)

- I told her in my studies,

a sadist like this usually was insane.

A psychotic who was driven to commit his crimes.

And if she gave me some time,

I might be able to come up with some ideas

about this rapist that would help her.

- What does she and Judson plan to do

if they do catch the masked rapist?

- She keeps saying she knows ways of making people talk,

whether they want to or not.

- Well, where does Judson fit into this?

- She said that Quent had some hidden talents

that she planned to use.

She's got something up her sleeve she hasn't told me yet.

This girl has a real Joan of Arc complex.

I have a feeling she's paranoid.

She's so sure she's right about this crusade of vengeance.

I'm afraid she's a psychopath herself.

- But you're planning on joining her crusade anyway.

- I had two minds about it.

I'm afraid of her, of both of them.

But I lead a very uneventful life.

With my parents gone, I'm lonely.

This is the first time in my life

I've ever been in the mainstream of something happening.

The first time I had my nose out of the books.

And I'll be honest with you,

this is the first time I've met someone

I could really talk to about things,

really communicate with.

Finally, I met a man who really interests me,

but also I had a couple of grandparents

that were born in Sicily.

You know the meaning of the vendetta.

I'm really very old fashioned.

I was saving my virginity for the man I married.

So I guess there's a bit of Terry Murphy in all of us.

I just don't want the guy who raped and cut his mark on me

to get away with it.

(glasses clink)

(telephone rings)

- Quality TV Repair. Sherman.

- [Woman] Hello, Johnny.

- Hi. Who's this?

- Don't you recognize my voice?

- Is it Connie?

- [Terry] Guess again, love.

- Alice?

- Uh-uh. And all the time, I thought you were mad for me.

This is Terry.

Terry MUFPhY-

Don't you wanna see me again?

(moody music)

- Well, your voice sounds great, but, uh...

(chuckles) I don't remember you.

Where did we meet?

- What are you doing after work?

- Oh, well, then, nothing special.

What'd you have in mind?

- Why don't you come by for a drink then?

1210 Weatherly. You know where it is.

(moody music cont.)

I think you're cool.

- I'll see you at 6:30.

- See you at 6:30. Bye, love.

- Later.

(tense music)

(rhythmic knocking on door)

- Hey, what's the rush?

- You're late, where's Midge? I told you to pick her up.

- I'm only about 1O minutes late. We got plenty of time.

I've never seen you so nervous.

- Where's Midge?

- Hey, she's gonna be here in a minute.

She wanted to bring her own car.

- Did you park a block away?

- Don't I always do everything you tell me to do?

Now, how about a drink for old Quenty

to give him a little courage?

What are you drinking? - Water.

This is all you get.

I don't want you drunk if I need you.

(sighs) Have you got everything?

Look, I believe you. Put it away!

I still got the creeps about the time I got cut.

Put it away! I have dreams about it almost every night.

Last night, I dreamed it was you holding the knife,

just like now.

Please, put it away.

Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe you're the marauder.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. I wouldn't hurt you.

Hey, I love you. (sighs)

If I didn't, lwouldn't put up with all this

cops and robbers vengeance jazz.

Had enough of that in 'Nam. (laughs)

I'm a peace-and-love dude now.

(rhythmic knocking on door)

- Quick, hide.

Who is it? - Midge.

- Hurry! If our "hero" should catch you...

- What's that?

- That delicate little instrument, my dear,

is a blow torch, in case Ms. Women's Lib

wants to burn off the bottom of his feet

instead of breaking his fingers

or holding his head under water 'til he talks.

- That's what the Nazis did to my grandfather.

- It's not as bad as what he --

- But I didn't agree to burn Sherman, or break any fingers.

That's not human. I won't be any part of that.

- But I didn't say we were actually

gonna use the blowtorch or break anything.

It's psychological warfare.

Just scare him into a confession.

- But we don't even know

if this Sherman has anything to confess.

- There won't be any rough stuff tonight,

unless he starts it.

Quentin, you can stay out of this

unless he attacks me and that should be quite easy.

(knocking on door)

Who is it? - Johnny Sherman.

- Come in, Johnny. Martinis are waiting.

- Oh, wow.

oh boy it's good to see you.

- Yeah, yeah. - Let me help you

with your coat. (giggles) - Sure.

Boy, I'm glad you could come over.

- Me too. (Terry giggles)

- Here you go, love.

You ready for this one? - Mm, mm. Mm.

Mm, there you go. Come on, bottoms up.

(Johnny gulping) (Terry giggling)

- Wait, hang on there. Mm.

Wow! It's got authority.

- Mm. Well, here. - You make a great martini.

- Wait 'til you have this one.

Try, love. Got it?

Here you go. Come on, up, up.

Very good. Come on.

(laughs) You can do it. Come on.

- Mm. - Mm. (giggles)

- Yeah. Hey, where did we meet?

- Oh, you mean that you could forget me?

Gotcha! (John laughs)

- That's what's bugging me.

I couldn't forget a gorgeous dish like you.

- You couldn't, huh?

(both giggling)

Bottoms up. - Mm-hmm!

- You ready? Here it comes.

(Terry giggling) - Ha! Hey, hey, hey!

You're gonna get me smashed, man.

I mean...woman. - Mm. (giggles)

(both laugh)

- Hey. Hey, maybe that was it.

I was smashed the night I met you. Was I?

- Well, at least you remember it was at night.

- Huh. - Yeah.

Drink the rest of this. It'll jog your memory.

- Ah. Hm. (Terry laughs)

Right on. - Oh, isn't that good?

(Terry chuckles)

- Mm. Mm. - Mm. Mm.

(tense music)

No, no, lover. Not yet.

You haven't told Terry what she wants to know.

Then we can play.

- But I can't remember.

- No loving for Johnny, then.

- (gasps) Oh, wait a minute. Okay, okay. (sighs)

I was, uh...l was at this swimming party

and I was loaded on vodka, and I met you there.

- That's not what happened at all. And you know it.

It was sort of a...masquerade party,

just for the two of us.

I loved it. I dig distortion the most.

- Oh, yeah. - You did different things.

- Uh-huh. - Remember?

- Different things?

I can do different things, too.

But I always wind up the old-fashioned way.

- I didn't mean that. Where's your knife?

- My knife? - Mm-hmm.

- It's in my coat.

- Don't you wanna use your knife?

- [John] For what?

- Don't you like to use it when you make love?

(tense, dramatic music) Don't you think

it's better with a knife? - Hey, hey!

Cut it out, come on.

Put the shiv back. I only use it in my work.

- Don't you use it at night, too?

" No!

- Well, if you don't wanna use it on me,

maybe I should use it on you.

- Hey! Hey, you're nuts.

Hey, I don't dig this sadism distortion bit.

Now, come on, let me outta here right now.

- Don't you wanna rape me

and cut your swastika into my flesh?

- Oh, no, I don't go that route!

Stay away from me. Knives scare me.

- Wouldn't you rather rape and cut me than have me cut you?

- Look, look. I got all the girls I need.

Huh? They think I'm the greatest.

I got girls all over town

and we just do it the regular way.

I mean, I'm old-fashioned,

so, okay, let me outta here right now.

- Don't you dig putting a mask on when you do it?

(Terry screams)

- I never did anything to you.

Why are you doing this?

- Don't you want to put your own mark on me again?

(dramatic music)

- Oh, now I get it.

You're one of those girls

that the masked marauder cut and raped.

- Give the man a big cigar.

Just admit you're the marauder

and everything's gonna be all right.

- Hey, you are nuts! (Terry screams)

(John grunts)

(tense music)

(Terry gasps) (knife thuds)

(Terry whimpering)

- Look, I didn't enlist for all this.

Using a knife, it's too much for me.

- How did you expect me to get the information out of him?

Play patty cake on the rug?

- No, you told me you were gonna get him drunk

and act sexy, and try to get him to talk.

I didn't agree to be part of a knife-throwing act.

You are acting as psychotic as the marauder.

- You have to fight fire with fire.

- You can count me out if you plan to use a knife again.

- And I decided not to make your finger-breaking machine.

That's worse than using a blowtorch on him.

- You were going to actually burn these guys

with a blowtorch?

- Well, if it was just with a cigarette,

now, that wouldn't be so bad, would it?

- To do what the fuzz can't,

you have to do the kind of things they do in wars.

Anything goes in war and this is war.

- I've fought my last war, lady.

- Not if you wanna make time with me.

- You told me it was psychological warfare

you were planning, that's why you wanted me in.

- I finished your man-size gas oven for you.

- A gas oven? You're putting me on.

- I thought it was a great idea.

- You can't do that!

- Why not? The Nazis did.

- We are not Nazis.

Unless you stick to finding the marauder

by rational, psychological means, I'm out.

- Just what do you mean by that rational crack?

That I'm crazy?

- My textbooks say the rationale of the majority

is to live by law and order.

Otherwise, we'd have chaos and anarchy.

- Well, my textbook is the Bible.

And the Bible says an eye for an eye

and a tooth for a tooth.

- The Bible says a lot of contradictory things

and there's many different interpretations of what it says.

If we are gonna use the Bible as our guide,

we're certainly not gonna burn, knife,

or drown someone for vengeance.

And maybe this someone is either innocent,

or incapable of understanding his own acts of violence.

- So? I've got your psychological weapon, too.

- What d'you got up your sleeve this time?

- I want you to make me a chair.

- A chair?

- Yes. An electric chair.

(ominous music)

I didn't tell you to quit walking.

- Look, these shoes are killing me.

This kind of stakeout could take forever.

- If it takes forever to catch him, then we'll take forever.

Terry wants that S.O.B. rapist cutter.

- Terry wants this and Terry wants that,

and any time Terry snaps her fingers,

Quent jumps through the hoop like a dog.

You're worse than my mother.

That was her star act, the old bitch.

- Don't confuse me with Mama, dear boy.

Say, maybe that's why you're no good as bait.

Maybe you are the masked marauder.

- No, I am not the rapist.

If I was, I would hijack the closest plane,

I would fly it as many thousand miles away

as I could get from Mother Terry Murphy.

(dramatic music)

- I'd watch those cracks about Mother if I were you.

Midge is working on a theory

that the rapist hated his mother so much

that he rapes women because he hates all women.

- Well, I'm gonna tell you something.

This imitation woman is gonna walk that street one more time

and you better have that knife ready,

in case he surprises me.

I damn sure don't want him to rape me.

(quirky, dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(Midge screams)

(bOdy thuds)

(dramatic, suspenseful music)

- If only I could have pulled off his damn mask!

- Would that have satisfied you?

Would you really have notified the police

and let them take it from there?

- Look! Smell it, it's mastic.

That stuff they use to cement rubber tile to the floor.

That would seem to settle it.

- Settle what?

- The identity of our boyfriend in the mask.

Now, all we have to do is grab Stan Driscoll

and make him confess.

- How can we be sure it's him?

- The mastic. He's a tile layer.

Come on, we'll get Quent

and move in on this Driscoll character.

- Where's Quent?

- He's working on the chair.

We might be needing it tonight.

(traffic humming)

(woman screaming)

- Quent? Quent!

He's not here. You don't suppose that he's gone to --

- Who's not here? And you don't suppose what?

Well, looks like my partners in crime

aren't exactly trusting. (chuckles)

- Where in the hell have you been?

- I've been out for a pack of cigarettes.

Now, where the hell have you been?

- Being attacked again.

You seem to always be out for cigarettes

when something's happening, don't you?

- Don't tell me the masked marauder struck again?

- Yes, and slipped right out of our trap.

But I know who he is now, he dropped this

and we are going after him.

- Same kind you use, isn't it?

- So it is.

Well, it looks like this dude and I have a lot in common.

We both like the best in glue

and chicks. (snaps fingers and chuckles)

(dramatic music)

(motor rumbling)

- Ah! Hey, let me go, let me go, get me outta --

Hey, police, help me! Help! Help me!

Let me go! Police! - Shut your mouth.

- Help me, help me! - Oh, get him in, Quent.

- Let me outta here! - Shut up.

- Let me go! - Shut up, you creep.

(dramatic music) We gotta get him outta here.

(Stan yelling) (dramatic music)

- [Quent] One peep outta you and I'm gonna bust your arm.

- [Stan] What are you gonna do to me?

- All you have to do is squeal.

(Stan gasping)

- They won't hurt you. Will you?

- This is the end of the road for you.

- It's curtains for you if you don't spill it.

- [Stan] If it's not money you want,

well, what do you want from me?

- You really don't know what we want, creep?

- [Stan] If I did, I'd give it to you.

- That's your specialty, isn't it? Giving things to girls?

- [Stan] What is this? Some kind of initiation?

- I wouldn't call it that.

- You might call it a party.

- How can I party if I can't see the girls?

(Stan grunting)

How 'bout taking off my handcuffs?

- Sure, just as soon as you admit

that you're the one that raped and cut me,

and all the rest of the girls.

- Are you nuts?

- Maybe, but not half as crazy as you are,

or will be, after our special shock treatment.

- Uh, I don't understand you.

- You will. Quent, get the pliers.

(Stan gasps) I'll give you a choice.

Would you like to, uh, lose the fingernails

on your right hand first, or would you prefer

to lose the fingernails on your left hand first?

Quent, hold this rapist's hands down.

Give him a little dose of his own medicine.

(bOdy thuds) (Terry yells)

Out of my way, or even your own mother won't recognize you!

- Do you have any doubts this one's the cutter now, Midge?

' [Midge] No, not now!

(Terry grunting)

- Drop it and get against the wall!

(plank thuds)

You want your face cut?

- [Midge] Don't let the creep get away!

(Midge grunting)

- [Stan] I'm still gonna bash your brains out!

- [Midge] Strap him in.

- [Quent] Face cut? (Midge yells)

(punch thuds)

- Strap him in.

(all panting)

I ought to cut your thing off.

- [Quent] (chuckles) That'd keep him home at nights,

wouldn't it? (panting)

- ls this what you cut me with, you woman-hating creep?

- (whimpering) You're not scaring me.

- I'm not gonna scare you.

I'm gonna out you like you out me!

- Ow! - Hold it, Terry.

We don't want a mark on him.

- Keep that dame away from me, she's out of her skull!

- Start shaving. - With pleasure.

(morose music)

(tense music)

(tense, eerie music)

Ow! Don't make any blood marks, you.

- God, you can't do that!

- Is this some kind of game?

- Yeah, you might call it

watching Driscoll's hair turn gray.

- All of a sudden!

- Okay, stand clear.

(electricity popping)

Here, get the sponges on him.

That's good. I'll get him wired up.

- You aren't going to electrocute me?

- (chuckles) See, he's smarter than I thought he was.

- But not as smart as you can be.

- [Quent] Get that cap on him.

- Got it.

Someone's coming!

- Keep him quiet.

(footsteps clacking)

What a time she picked to take out the garbage.

(metal clatters)

- I'll take it out if you be quiet.

- Now, Driscoll, you should be convinced

this is not a game and you better confess.

You better admit you're the rapist,

or in just a few minutes, you're gonna be sorry.

- You're wrong, I -- - Two can play with knives!

- I use my knife in my work.

- Not this one you don't, man. There's not a scratch on it.

This is the one you used on the girls, isn't it?

- Stop playing with him. Let's get on with it.

- Now, I'm ready to see how he takes the juice.

- You're not really gonna do it?

- It's all gonna be over for you, man, in about one minute.

- If you don't spill.

- But I'm not the rapist!

- You ready? - Mm-hmm.

You all right? - I guess so.

- You guys are actors, aren't you?

Putting on some kind of show?

- (snickers) No, man, this is for real.

It's your last chance before you burn.

Now, you ready to admit you're the cutter?

- Go to hell. (tense music)

- What are you waiting for? Give it to him, Quent.

- Ah!

- (laughs) Now you admit it, man.

You admit you're the cutter, damn it!

Or you're gonna get it again.

- No, no, I'm not!

- Get with it, Quent.

(Stan whimpering)

(meat sizzling)

Finish it, Quent.

(Stan screaming)

- You need it down!

I thought you'd kill him this time.

I thought you had killed him this time.

His pulse is falling like a trip hammer.

I'm worried. What if he still won't talk?

- Then We'll kill him.

- But it's not the plan!

- At this speed, now we might as well go ahead.

(meat sizzles)

Shh! He's conscious.

(tense music)

- What's that smell?

- That's your hide, man, burning.

And that was up to 70, Driscoll.

- Next time, he's going to 100. You won't live through it.

- They'll only give you about 2O years.

- You won't get me to admit anything.

(motor humming) - Someone's coming.

(Stan panting)

- I'll get the light. (light switch clicks)

(metal clicks)

- It's the same girl.

- [Terry] What's she doing? I don't like it.

- [Quent] Should we grab her?

- [Midge] No! We've gone too far as it is.

- She disappeared now.

- [Terry] Maybe she was just looking for a late date.

(light switch clicks)

- Now, Driscoll, you should be convinced

we're not kidding with you.

Now, are you ready to talk?

- But even if I admit I'm the rapist,

you'll still kill me.

- Hey, no, man, all you have to do is admit it

and we'll turn you over to the fuzz, that's all.

- Aren't you afraid that I tell him what's been done to me?

- You can't prove a thing, man.

- I'll show him where my skin was burned!

- (chuckles) There's not a mark on you.

- But I smell burning flesh. My ankle hurts.

- Show him.

- This is what you smelled.

- I knew you guys were fakers.

Y..You don't have the guts to hurt me.

- There's more than one way to make someone talk.

You're gonna talk to me whether you want to or not!

(tense music)

- For God's sake, you can't do that!

- Why can't I? Who in hell says I can't?

- We can't torture another person!

We still are human beings!

- This creep isn't a human being, he's a torturer himself.

He doesn't deserve to be treated as a human being.

- Cool it, or you're gonna have the entire neighborhood

and the pigs in here.

Now, I'm gonna give him another jolt.

Now you're really gonna get it.

- L...l can't confess. I'd go nuts in jail.

- You're nuts already. You cut me.

- I wouldn't cut you.

- Let's see if he can take 100 volts.

- He's more afraid of prison than dying.

(Stan screaming) (electricity buzzing)

You'll execute him!

(indistinct, hysterical shouting)

- Now, it's your last chance, Driscoll.

This time the juice stays on

until you're cooked medium rare.

(ominous music) (electricity hissing)

- Children, you're going to bed.

Junior! You'll get a whipping when I find you.

There you are. Now I'll give it to you.

George, I told you not to let him in here.

George, you're not listening to me!

He's gonna grow up to be just like you, a pervert!

A sadistic pervert that hates women

and gets his kicks cutting women!

Ow! (gasps)

You little monster, I'll kill you.

I'll kill you!

He is gonna be just like you, a pervert.

I'll kill him, I'll kill him!

(frenetic music)

- Stop it! You're killing him!

(bOdy thuds)

No more. He's had enough.

- No, no more, please. Please, no more!

Not again, no! Don't turn it on.

My guts are torn to pieces. No, no, no.

Don't. (panting) Not again, please.

(Stan panting)

(eerie music)

- I know what this creep wants.

Enioying the view?

- What's there don't mean a thing to me.

You're not showing me nothing new.

- You want more? You want the works?

Hmm?

- Please, I can't help myself.

- (panting) You wanna cut me again?

- Let me, please.

(tense music)

Please.

- [Terry] Quent!

Quent!

(gasps) Quent.

Quent! (dramatic, suspenseful music)

(Midge yells)

- [Stan] Oh, yeah?

Let go. - Oh, no! (gasping)

- Police! Hold it right where you are.

(dramatic, eerie music)

- What's the trouble?

- The rapist just made another attack.

- We got him bottled up.

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps pattering)

- [Narrator] And the rapist inhabits more than one of us.

(dramatic music)

(heartbeat thumping)