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Thank you.

About ready, love?

What's our hurry?

Well, I just thought

if you need all that stuff,
maybe you've got the wrong girl.

Girl?

Bartender, may I have
another champagne cocktail, please?

Hey, come on.

I didn't mean anything by it,
you know?

Come on, baby.

Look, sales are my game.

Would I pay the price
if I didn't like the package?

Thank you.

Hey, is it far to your place?

I mean, is it walking distance?

No, it's a taxi ride. Why?

Well, I don't know
if they padded the bill

or maybe I drank more
than I thought I did.

Hey, look,
it's getting kind of late out and...

Well, don't be sore.

It's a little tough to handle
your kind of action

on the size of my expense account,
you know?

Sure, I know.

You're a good kid.

I mean that.

Here.

Lady.
Lady, are you all right?

Listen, stay right here.

Just stay right here.
Somebody call a cop.

Somebody call a cop!

You mean the only 12 nights
I've had off all year?

All right, how about tomorrow?

Dodgers again, huh?

We can go out early.
Grab a couple of hot dogs,

- watch batting practise.
- Mike.

Mike, you ever stop to think
maybe I wanna see someone

with a face a little prettier
than yours once in a while?

All right.

All right. If I didn't know
how much you hated baseball,

I could take that personally.

Stone.

Two-nineteen?

Got it.

Two-nineteen
at Jackson and Montgomery.

That's another cutting.

Think maybe that's our man?

Right end of town.

Let's move it.

Well, thank you.

- Good evening, lieutenant.
- Morgan. What do we got?

Well, the m.o. looks like
the same kook as before.

It's another hooker?

Beverly Landau. No middle initial.
No age given.

Lives at 813 Shay Towers,
so business must be pretty good.

- Where is she?
- The ambulance just left for General.

Still alive?

Bad slash on the left forearm,
that's all.

Pretty shook-up lady though.

Three of her sisters in the morgue
in the last five weeks,

- I'd say she got off lucky.
- Anybody see it?

Well, a truck driver
from an all-night pharmacy.

Said he had a rush delivery,
so I let him go.

Name and number's here
on the report.

What else have you got?

Well, he says he hit this guy

when he dashed out in the street
after the hooker.

He said the guy went down pretty hard,
and as he ran off, he was limping

like maybe he hurt his right leg
pretty bad.

Is there any other description?

Not much.

He said the guy was wearing
a dark hat,

dark topcoat, dark trousers
and dark shoes.

Well, we have a lady in the hospital
having a dark night, so let's move it.

See you, Morgan.

There now. That's gonna be
pretty sore for a while.

I'll write up a prescription for you.

Would you like something
to help you sleep?

To sleep, perchance to dream.

Why not? What can happen?

I'll leave the prescription
at the nurse's station.

Thank you, good doctor.

- Barry, could we have a few minutes?
- Sure.

Would you happen to have
a cigarette?

- Sorry.
- No.

Miss Landau,
now that you've had some time,

do you think you could identify
the attacker?

I want to leave all that behind me.

That's what time will do, lieutenant.

I'm very tired now,
and I'd like to go home.

Well, how about the man
you left the lounge with?

It wasn't him.

You're sure?

- Quite positive.
- It wasn't anybody you knew?

Why should it be?

We checked your record,
Miss Landau.

We know you've been booked
for prostitution.

Well, mayor always said
he's got the country's finest force.

No, it wasn't anyone
I've ever seen before.

Maybe if you came down
to headquarters

and took a look at some pictures.

I've got enough pictures,
all in living colour.

I just wanna go home.

Well, maybe you'll change
your mind on the way.

I can take a taxi.

What would the mayor say then?

All right.

I'd offer you a drink, lieutenant,
but I know you're on duty.

Yeah, well, we'll just look around.

It'll help fill out the report.

Bedrooms are upstairs?

- That's a beautiful kitchen.
- Thank you.

- Say, Steve, you know what it's got?
- What?

It's got one of those blenders
built right into the countertop.

You like books?

Yes.

Say,

I don't like that fire escape
right off your balcony.

It was a terrific selling point
when I took the lease.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Like feeding fastballs to McCovey.

What? Oh, too easy.

Way too easy.

- Steve?
- The lady said no.

Oh, I think she meant maybe.

What do you say?

Three days?

Lieutenant...

We're dealing with a maniac,
Miss Landau.

In less than five weeks,
he's butchered three other wom--

You don't have to be delicate.
I've read the papers.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Who is this?

I asked you
where you'd been, Beverly.

Did you think I'd let you go?

Who are you?

- Who are you?
- That doesn't matter.

What matters is you.

You must die.

You will die.

Pack a bag.

No.

More sex offenders.

That's right.

After a while,
they all start to look the same.

Yeah, I suppose they would.

Yeah, I'll call you at 0800.

Thanks.

We work for a good man,
you know that?

- He give us the night off?
- He gave us the green light.

Sure he did,
to keep that red one burning.

Listen, buddy boy,

we're not working Vice now,

and we've got no charges
against that woman.

What we've got

is a homicidal maniac out there
running around loose,

- and he's a sick man.
- Okay, Mike.

- Well, I mean it.
- Okay.

He's counting on people like you,
me, everybody.

Betting that we don't care.
Well, I care.

I wanna catch him.

And I don't care why you care,
but you care. You got that?

All right, what's the blueprint?

Well...

If this maniac is looking
for an address,

we'll keep her out of her own place,
but we'll have a team in it and on it.

What do you wanna do with her?

Well, you hide her out
while I'm beating the bushes.

What?

Okay, all right.

Where do I take her?

Malone said to keep it cheap.

How about over on
the Embarcadero, the Kennedy?

Lovely spot. Terrific.

Just phone in the room number,

and don't let anyone in but me.

- Okay.
- One more thing.

Get her trick book.

I wanna crosscheck it with the one
we found on the last girl.

Kelly? Stone, Homicide.

I want a woman officer
on a stakeout team.

Eight-thirteen Shay Towers.

Yeah, that will be fine.

A three-shift rotation. Good.

One man in and one man out, right.

I've got the key.

Well, send him down.

There's got to be over 200 names
in this thing.

Anybody we know?

I always thought you were a voyeur.

I find out what that means...

...you could be back
driving a black and white again.

Well, you'll know where to find me,
that's for sure.

We're here.

Okay, 408.

Looks over the water.
You and the missus will love it.

- Where's the telephone?
- Top of the stairs.

- Why didn't you tell him?
- The clerk?

So he could tell somebody else?

Stone's office, please.

Who's this, Les?
Hi, it's Steve. Is Mike there?

No, just tell him it's room 408,

and the telephone number
is 362-9296.

No, wait a minute,
you better give them to me. Hang on.

Look, don't run off, all right?

All right, give them to me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

Wait a minute, is that J-O-S-L-I-N?

Yeah.

All right, I got it.

Look, tell Mike I'll take care of it.

He is?

All right, I'll see you later.

The guy is on the street already.

What?

He ran your book
through the computer

with the last victim's,

and he came up with six names
that you both knew.

Recognise any of them?

Nope.

Not one?

Sorry.

I think the room's down here
on the left.

Well, darling, I think
we just must do something

about your expense account.

- Close the door would you, please?
- Yes, sir.

Looks out over the water.

Go ahead.

Terrific.

Look, I don't feel any more comfortable
about this than you do,

but we're just gonna have to sit tight

while Mike does some checking.

Mike?

And you're?

Inspector Keller.

Miss Landau.

Nice to meet you.

You don't talk much, do you,
inspector?

Peeling paint, torn curtains,
cracked lampshade...

Terrific.

Just about says it all, doesn't it?

Everything you've been thinking
about me.

That's my...

What do you call it, m.o.?

Look, if you want,
we can go to another place.

No need.

If the shoe fits...

Right?

Hey.

You're a reader.

Ever make it through this
cover to cover?

No.

You got a long night.

In case you get cold.

Howard Joslin?

I know you?

Lieutenant Stone.

Keeping pretty late hours,
aren't you?

Show me something
that says that's illegal.

Well, show me something
that proves where you've been

between ten and 11 last night.

Oh, now, look--

Here or downtown, Joslin.

Doesn't matter to me.

Oh, I hope it does, lieutenant.

I really hope it does.

You see, I was on a great big bird

up about 30,000,

maybe somewhere
just east of Denver.

Maybe won't make it.

How about the plane ticket?

- Inside pocket.
- Easy.

Right hand.

Thank you.

No.

- No, no, no.
- It's all right. It's all right.

It's Steve. It's all right, honey.
It's all right.

It's all right. It's okay. It's me.

- Are you okay?
- Where were you? What happened?

I just had to make a phone call.

Come on now. It's all right.
Get back to bed.

I was dreaming.

I know you were.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Lieutenant Stone, is it?

That's right, Mr. Graham.

It's just that my secretary
kind of took me by surprise

when she said police.

Well, you don't happen to have
a parking ticket out, do you?

No.

I don't have that much to do
with the police.

- Most people don't.
- Sit down, lieutenant.

- Thank you.
- May I get you something?

- Coffee? Tea?
- No. No, no, I'm happy, thank you.

All right.

That's an interesting piece.

Oh, you're thinking it's a little
out of place here in this jungle?

Something like that.

Just a reminder of humility.

I started out in the basement

with a business college course
in accounting,

a suit with two pairs of pants,
and a pair of shoes

that didn't go with
either pair of pants.

And I've been given a lot
through the years.

I don't wanna forget
what others have given.

Is there something I can do for you,
lieutenant?

Yes, Mr. Graham.

Did you happen to know
a Elinore Palmer?

Palmer?

No. No, not that I recall.

Beverly Landau?

May I ask what this is all about?

It's a homicide investigation,
Mr. Graham.

You see,

you say that you didn't know
either of those women, and yet

they both carried your name
and telephone number.

Now, how do you suppose
that happened?

Elinore...

Poor Elinore.

I never knew her last name.

Well, you knew she's dead.

Yes, that...

Oh, it's horrible.

Beverly Landau?

Yes.

Of cour--
Nothing's happened to Beverly?

Well, she was hurt, and I'm trying
to find out who did it.

- Hurt?
- Yes.

Am I interpreting you correctly?

You think I'm the one

who's going around
stabbing those girls?

No, I think

that whoever did it knew them,

and that the two of them knew you.

But surely there were others.

Yes.

It wasn't me, lieutenant.

Strange.

It's all in your point of view, isn't it?

I mean, from up here,
everyone is the same down there.

But I met Beverly Landau
down there at a time

when I needed

a lot more than I could pay for.

If she's in trouble now,
I'd like to help her.

Oh, I'm sure she'll be all right,
Mr. Graham.

And if you'd rather I left
through another door...

Oh, no, certainly not.

If there's anything I can do to help,
just let me know.

- I will, Mr. Graham. Thank you.
- Certainly.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You didn't...

No.

No, just the pages
that were turned down.

I don't believe it.

How's your arm?

It's still there.

I got some instant coffee
in the bathroom.

Instanter the better.

Oh, hold it.

I should earn my keep somehow.

I wonder what old Dr. Freud
would say about that.

So speaking about motivations
and all that jazz,

why would a guy who's 20--?

Twenty what?

Twenty-eight.

- Nobody's 28.
- Just had a birthday.

I mean, like, you like to read,

and you've gone to college, right?

Right.

Well, why the police department?

Steve? It's Mike.

- Hey.
- Yeah, room service.

Lieutenant.

You saved us
from drinking the hemlock.

- What?
- Socrates.

That's how he killed himself.
He drank the hemlock.

Oh, yeah, hemlock. I know, yeah.
Socrates. Wasn't that--?

Wait a minute now.

Oh, that small, crazy Frenchman

who became emperor
when he married that...

Help me out, you know who I mean.
That...

Elizabeth, right?

I think we just fed McCovey
a fastball there.

- Believe me, it's not the first time.
- Get them while they're hot. Sinkers.

Well, you got anything?

Three fast strikes.
You're up, buddy boy.

- Wait, what about the phone tap?
- No calls.

Nothing?

Nope. None as of 20 minutes ago.

And while you're looking

for that guy with a bad leg,

I'm gonna be resting two tired feet.

Mike, I have to talk to you outside
for a minute.

Sure. Sure.

Steve.

Take care.

- Steve?
- Now, wait a minute.

- This was your game plan, not mine.
- Okay, okay, okay. What is it?

I think there was somebody
outside the door last night.

Now, I was half asleep,
but I heard the door handle.

Footsteps.

And when I came out,
that window down there was open.

I think we ought to get it dusted.

I think maybe I ought to dust you.

Didn't I tell you to keep
that door locked?

All right, Mike, okay.

But if that guy hasn't called yet,
maybe I wasn't hearing things.

Maybe he phoned her from someplace
close by last night, saw us,

knows what we're doing with her,
where she is.

You just keep your thoughts up front,
buddy boy,

because if he's on this list,

he could be opening the door
with a weapon in his hand.

Okay, I'll handle it.

- But you'll get the window?
- Yeah, I'll get the window.

- I left the keys in the dresser.
- Okay.

Mike,

keep the door locked, all right?

Get out of here, you.

Your discard.

You broke up that pair of fives,
didn't you, huh?

Got you on the run.

Oh, I deserve it.

I was thinking.

I sort of got angry with Steve last night
for picking this place.

Well, he didn't pick it, I did.

Sorry, but we're on a budget.

Yeah, well, why'd you pick him?

Steve? Had to.

What do you mean you had to?

He cares.

Say, what did you discard the time
before last?

Oh, nine of hearts.

Mike, open up.

I told you.

Easy on my leg, huh?

He says he hurt it water skiing
in Tahoe.

True.

- Hi, baby.
- You know this man?

- Was this the man that attacked you?
- No.

Look, Beverly,
you don't have to be afraid.

No, it wasn't him.

But you do know him.

His name is Sonny Lane.

But Sonny doesn't kill people
with knives.

That's not nice. Come on.

I mean, business is business.

The other girl, Elinore Palmer,

she worked for you too?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You know what I'm talking about.

Okay, Lane. Come on. Get lost.

Hey, you're looking really good, Bev.

What'd you do?
You lose some weight or something?

Hey, when you're finished
with all this--

- You hear what he said.
- Where do you come off, you punk?

You, take a walk. Go on.
Take a walk.

And maybe you could use
a cold shower too.

Now, I asked you
about all those names.

Why didn't you tell me?

What was I supposed to say?

He was my business manager
till I got too old?

I'd like a breath of fresh air.

I think you both could use
some fresh air.

Just keep me posted
on your location.

I'll be at headquarters.

I'm sorry about that whole scene.

It's all right.

I'm sorry too.

I mean, Mike told me the room wasn't
your idea.

Let's see if I can do something
that is my idea.

This is Inspector 81
to headquarters.

Go ahead, 81.

Hi, tell Stone that we'll be
10-7M at the Wharf Rat, please.

Roger.

- Ten-7M?
- Yeah.

M as in meal.

At the wharf?

You said you wanted some fresh air.
It doesn't come any fresher.

That's terrific.

Did you say it's a positive print?

Okay. I'm rolling.

Lessing.

I want two backup units to meet me
at 1413 Pine Street, 21st floor.

Suite 211.

Found your man?

The prints on the window we dusted
check out to a Lorin Graham.

You'll find the IDs on my desk.

I'm going after a warrant.
You put out a full APB.

Suspicion of murder.

- Smell good?
- It's fantastic.

You wanna hear something crazy?

All the time that I've lived here,
I never had one of these.

Taste good?

I don't know.
I've never had one either.

I'm gonna have to call in
a new 10-7.

- Could we have our M first?
- Sure.

I mean, over here,
there's something so delicious,

so scrumptious, so...
Look at that.

Do you have fresh shrimp?

Well, I'm sorry, Miss Winters,
but I wouldn't be here with a warrant

- if it weren't important.
- Yes, I understand, lieutenant,

but it's all a bit strange.

He's our man all right.

It can't be.

It can't be.
He's such a gentle man,

and, oh, he works so hard.

His discipline is--

What?

Nothing, just picking up a little
on the local colour.

I forgot.

You have to look at things
a little differently than most people.

Well, I wouldn't say you have to,
but it gets that way, yeah.

You know, you never answered
my question about why.

Why I became a cop?

Just seemed the right thing.

- Because it's public service?
- No.

No, we don't serve.
At least not the way it sounds.

We just react against anyone
who dares society to deal with them.

I guess there has to be
somebody around to do that.

But why you?

Why not somebody else?

Guess that's what's wrong
with a lot of things, isn't it?

The hooker and the cop.

The whole world spits on us,
but they can't get along without us.

You know that we work
the same lousy hours,

see the same lousy people,

and we get the same lousy stares

if anybody happens to know
what we do.

Somebody's gotta do it,
so here we are.

I don't think you like your job.

I survive.

That's what it's all about, isn't it?

I don't think so, no.

Oh, come on, baby.
It's been that way forever.

Well, forever can start
whenever you say so.

As long as you're around
to make a choice.

That's what that book was all about,
you laid on me last night. Choice.

And do me a favour, will you?
Will you cut out the baby jazz

and just leave that for guys
like Sonny Lane?

Sure.

I'm supposed to change, right?

Forget the Sonny Lanes,
forget the people,

forget all the faces,
all the years, all the places.

Doesn't come off with makeup,
you know.

- Look at me.
- No.

No, you look at me.

Just look.

Look.

Can you see it?

That's you.

That's what I see.

So don't do any numbers about
dignity and self-respect, all right?

Let's just let forever start today.

Listen, what would you think about

hot fudge on top of shrimps?

Perfect.

Let me just call in a new 10-7.

Let me do it.

Ten-7F.

F?

As in friends.

Beverly!

No. No.

Stop. Don't come near me.

You're unclean.

I saw you with her.

Don't touch me. I'll jump.

Mike, Steve's up there.

If you jump,

all those people down there

will know that you killed yourself
for a woman like that.

She's unclean.

A harlot.

In darkness,

they corrupt.
In darkness, they must die.

She's down there right now,

and she's waiting for you. Yeah.

Just hoping that you'll jump.

Then she can tell everybody why.

Dirty, filthy harlot!

Lying, vicious harlot!

You touched me.

- You've been with her...
- Graham.

- ...and you touched me.
- Mr. Graham.

Do you remember me, Mr. Graham?

Lieutenant Stone.

We met in your office.

- My office.
- That's right, Mr. Graham.

You are Lorin Graham, aren't you?

- I...
- You do remember me, Mr. Graham.

Your secretary, Miss Winters,
she asked me to help find you.

She's a lovely woman.

Everything a woman should be.

Decent, honest...

...clean.

Yes.

Miss Winters.

Good, good woman.

Inspector Stone, is it?

Lieutenant Stone.
That's Inspector Keller.

- How do you do, inspector?
- Mr. Graham.

Well, is there anything
I can do for you, gentlemen?

Well, I just thought

that maybe you and I
could have a little talk together.

Oh, why certainly. I'd be glad to.

Good.

What are we stopping here for?

Just get me the paper.
I want the box score.

- You can't get a paper in there.
- Inside you can.

Since when?

Since now.

Yes, sir.

It's a lovely day.

Did you get her that job?

No, buddy boy. You did.

Get me the box score.

All right, I'm gonna
do you one better.

I'm gonna get you a box seat
at Candlestick Park tonight.

Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it.