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And get married and go live in the Bahamas. It's very little on.

You're ruthless.

I'm three minutes away from a class in legal ethics.

And you're trying to bribe and corrupt the future member of the bar.

Well, I'm just testing, you know. I gotta make sure that you're

case some girl tries to make you a better offer.

You know, modern type.

That, uh, wouldn't make you suffer through an engagement.

Well, uh, don't worry. I, uh...

I love the old -fashioned type.

Anyhow, old -fashioned's getting to be modern these days.

I gotta go. They're playing my song.

Okay. You want to grab a bite tomorrow night before class?

Yeah, about seven.

Say hello to your folks.

I will.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bye. Bye.

How you doing?

Would you look at that, man?

Huh? And why does stuff like that waste time going to college, huh?

Yeah. I mean, it's not going to get any better than that, right? Hey, baby!

You need a ride?

Hey!

Yo!

bucket seats here. Have a little fun. Three of us.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Oh, that rotten cheese asking for it.

Hey, James, where'd you get that?

We're going to teach you to be nice.

into the registration.

I don't know who belongs to this.

Haven't you got another bag with an eyewitness?

All right, get the gun to ballistics.

James Sperry, what did you do to get a chalk mark around you?

Hi. What is this, a social call? Forensic's been here for 20 minutes and

get is a lieutenant? Hi.

Drive fast and work slow.

Fast enough to be through with him?

Yeah. Like I said, to write a book. What do you got?

Not quite.

Back there among the dirty beer cans and gum wrappers.

We found a few drops of fresh blood and a woman's hair clip.

What is it, a victim? Female assailant? What?

I just put it in a bag, Lieutenant. You can write the book.

Strong smell of alcohol, severe scratches on the face and neck, traces

on the trouser.

So that's what we got here.

Favreau.

Now get the M .E. to stop what he's doing. Bag the victim's hands and get a

nitrate test.

Also, I want you to check everybody the kid knew from day one. Understand?

The usual chemistry area. House to house, street to street. See if the good

people heard any voices.

Heard any shots.

Saw any people get out of the car.

What people?

Why isn't this guy solo?

He sees the girl with the hair clip on the street.

He comes after her with a gun. They struggle. He gets shot.

Oh. If there's only one person, how come there's two doors open?

The kid's in the car with the girl.

And he forces her right out of the car. Oh.

Well, if you're with a girl, I mean, you don't let her out one door and then you

go out another door yourself.

You both go out together.

I like that.

Another long

night for next of kin.

Let it all out, baby. Come on.

Come on, baby. Let it out. Frank, we gotta call the police. No.

Frank, we gotta call... No!

What are the police going to do? They're going to haul her in?

They're going to question her? They're going to stare at her?

They're going to make out like she's a little streetwalker?

Then what, huh?

Then where are the police going to go to recover what was stolen from her? Some

hot shop?

You want her to wind up sitting in some courtroom putting on a show for a bunch

of grinning old biddies while some smart lawyer makes out like she's a

prostitute? I tell you, the police did it all good before. They did it all good

during. And they're not going to do it any good after.

Tony.

Tony will... Tony will understand.

Tony don't have to know nothing about this.

But she said one of them was shot, Frank.

He's the lucky one.

I swear on my mother's grave.

He is the lucky one.

But Frank, the other one. What about the other one?

He could be out there doing this again and again.

I ain't worried about the rest of New York. I'm worried about her.

We'll see a doctor.

It's going to be all right. Don't worry. Don't worry.

You're going to be married in white.

In grandmother's place.

It's going to be all right, baby. It's going to be all right.

This ought to win.

Beautiful boy. Mr. Sperry, does your son own a gun?

What the hell kind of question is that?

Of course not.

Criminals own guns.

Oh, so what you're saying is if your son owned a gun, he was engaged in criminal

activity. What is all this?

You've got cops crawling all over town, and yet an honest young man like James

can't even step out of his car after dark without being cut down just like

Mr. Sperry, we believe that a young woman was raped 40 feet from where your

was found dead.

You saw the scratches on his face and neck.

And I'm sure the blood test will show that he was drinking heavily.

Now, if that adds up to an honest young man who steps out of a car to take a

stroll in the deserted warehouse, then you, Mr. Sperry, are going to have to

help me prove it.

He might have been trying to help someone.

There are other interpretations. There have to be. That's true.

Any idea where he was coming from, where he was going?

No.

We think he wasn't alone. Can you help us there?

I think he said he was going over to see...

John Campbell.

But that was earlier.

Yes, yes, earlier.

John Campbell.

Is that where he lives?

He's a nice boy.

Lives with his mother.

He lives over on Royden someplace.

Lives with his mother.

Hey, look, uh... It's my job, and I'm sorry.

It's hard to believe.

James shot.

I don't know what to say.

His parents said that you were with him today.

Well, yeah, earlier.

What's earlier?

Around noon.

He picked me up to drive me around, pick up some parts for my car.

When was the last time you saw him?

Around two, I guess.

He dropped me off down in the garage, and I worked on the car until it got too

late. Did he say where he was going?

No. Not that I recall.

Where did you go to get the parts?

Blair's, Paschal's.

I had the receipts.

What are you getting at?

Did you talk to anyone while you were working on your car?

People were driving in and out.

I might have said hello.

We don't know too many people in the building.

You live here with your mother?

Yes. Is she home?

No.

She's spending the night at my aunt's. She just had an operation.

Where'd you eat tonight?

Right here.

I had a sandwich.

Hey, what is this?

You got a job?

Yeah, I deliver from Manning's department store, New Rochelle.

I was off today.

You gonna be there tomorrow?

Yes.

Why? I told you everything I know.

Thank you, Mr. Campbell. If all this checks out, I won't have to bother you

again.

Thank you. Good night, Mr. Campbell.

Good night.

John, I was worried about you. You said you'd call me from work today. Is

anything wrong?

No.

For Pete's sake, why does something always have to be wrong?

Well, you don't have to snap at me.

I'm doing the best I can.

I can't be two places at once.

And your aunt just came home from the hospital.

I'll be home tomorrow.

Yeah, okay.

Did you call me earlier?

Yes, yes, I did.

Well, I was down in the garage a couple of times working on the car.

Well, I hope you were careful.

Yes.

I was careful.

Ballistics says that's the gun. The fingerprint section was able to lift off

only one identifiable partial off the frame, Sperry's. But Stavros says the

nitrate test was negative. So he didn't fire the gun, but it could have belonged

to him.

Well, only criminals own guns, according to his parents.

So how do you tell Mom and Dad that their little boy, Jimmy, was engaged in

sexual activity just before he died?

And according to the medical examiner, he had enough alcohol in his blood to

marinate him. And his last romance?

According to the gouges on his face, you wouldn't call it Jack and Jill went up

the hill, would you?

What do you think, Detective Miller? You've had enough experience of this?

Well, it wouldn't be the first time that a rape victim didn't report it. How

many girls have you talked to who've been through something like this?

Thousands. Well, tell me, you're an average victim.

They kind of become emotionally disturbed. They give up. She wouldn't

for a gun at that point. She'd more than likely be in a state of shock.

Sounds to me like you have a missing third party.

Maybe somebody's threatening her if she talks.

Star Ross!

You lost a lot of weight. He ain't here, Lieutenant.

All right, you take this and give it to him, okay?

And track it down. Find out who bought it and where.

You know, curio shops, Indian pet shops, whatever.

Go ahead.

Can anything in the sex crimes files could help us? Not yet.

I'm used to piecing together the face of a rapist by talking to the victim. But

you already have the face. At least one of them. You need the victim.

Yeah, there's no M .O. here that I'm missing, is there? Not that I can think

Of course, a gun isn't usually involved.

Maybe your missing party is a real weakling.

Whatever he is, he's most likely a murderer and a rapist. Then I've got to

him fast and put him behind bars.

I wish I could help you, Lieutenant.

I've checked all the hospital emergency wards.

There are no aided cards on rape victims that tie in with this.

Got to find her.

Got to find her fast and talk to her.

Yeah, the living end. Signed food cocktails.

Well, unless Mr. Sperry is a light smoker, I'd say he picked up these

smoking a half pack before he gave it up for good, wouldn't you?

The living end.

Huh?

It's a start, right?

Yeah, Crocker.

Uh, this John Campbell of yours, he wouldn't wear dark, thick glasses, would

He sure doesn't.

Oh, yeah?

Well, me coat jacket, I think he speaks with forked tongue.

Oh, yeah?

That's right. I've been talking to the bartender here at the living end.

Who says he was serving drinks to Sperry and a guy with thick glasses with the

last of six.

Yeah? Now, if that's John Campbell, he's been lying to you, baby.

Yeah, that's a naughty, naughty, naughty no -no.

Get a book on him. Right.

street, okay?

What's the matter with you?

You know, if there's something the matter with me, then maybe you're just

wasting your time.

I'm sorry.

I'm just not feeling well. Well,

maybe you ought to go see a doctor. I'll be all right.

Look, I'm going to be late for work. I'll see you at school.

Yes?

Miss Barry?

Yes. I was a friend to your son.

Please. I just can't talk about it right now. I understand how you feel. I just

didn't want this on my conscience.

What? I owe James $20 for this football pool.

Please.

Just never mind.

Maybe... Maybe you could tell me where I could find his friend.

What? I never can think of his name. The, uh... Kid with the, uh... Fake

glasses.

John Campbell.

John Campbell, yeah.

I owe him, too. Where is it that he lives?

Over on Royden someplace, I think.

He lives with his mother.

Now, please.

I just can't talk to anyone.

Campbell, I'm sure my associate here, Mr. Crocker, explained you right.

I just came here to explain our rights. Huh? I thought you wouldn't know.

Well, you see, we have rights, too.

We have rights, for example, to the truth.

Yes, come here.

And when you lie to my man, Crocker, it's just like lying to me.

And that's a violation of our rights and the public's.

Anyway, you said you weren't with Sperry, and that's a lie.

I figured you shot him in the chest and you figured we'd be mad at you.

Well, let me tell you something right now, Mr. Campbell. We're not mad at you.

So why don't you tell us everything that happened?

I was working on my car all afternoon.

That's Blair's auto parts air filter.

Pascal's, uh, the plugs.

It'd take a kindergarten kid 20 minutes with two broken arms. How come it took

you all day?

I did some other things.

Oh, sure did.

Like bend your elbow with Sperry at the Living End Bar until after 6.

And Manning's department store your day off because you told him it was your day

off. I had time coming.

So you and Sperry were eating up the scenery and then you started bar hopping

until you had the argument over the girl. What girl?

Let me tell you something.

Even in today's freaky market, two guys and one girl. Hey, very explosive

situation.

And the explosion took place right in Sperry's chest.

Hey.

Come on.

So I lied.

But I did it for my mother.

Really?

Oh, sorry, kid. I had you all wrong.

You're a nice kid.

It's true, I swear. My mother doesn't know I drink.

Well, when we were there so long, I knew she'd be mad. Your mother was staying

with your aunt. Come on.

She was supposed to be home around six.

I was afraid she'd smell the liquor.

Well, I had James drop me off at the Lavery Theater.

I bought a box of mints and sat through an hour and a half of sick flicks until

I killed the smell.

Oh, yeah? Who says?

Here. I got the ticket stub.

See?

There's no time, no date. I mean, you can collect a bushel of these through

years. I swear, I got it at the Lavery Theater.

A little after six.

I got home around nine.

My mother wasn't there, though.

It was all a waste of time.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, check it out.

Let me understand it now.

I mean, you boozing all afternoon?

You go watch dirty pictures for three or four hours, and you did it all for your

mother.

Any discrepancies in that fairy story?

First time around, he says his mother spent the night with his aunt. Oh, I

Now, Mr. Campbell, come on, we're going bye -bye.

Well, the nearest I can learn, it's not a commercially made piece of adornment.

Oh, really?

It was made by an amateur. The design is Hoppy Indian.

Hoppy Indian.

Hoppy Indian.

It was made by what they call the lost wax process.

You're kidding.

Is this a dead end or just a start?

No. One of the lapidarians I spoke to.

Lapidarians? Chula.

Told me they had a class at the Y a few months back in the lost wax process

jewelry making.

He remembers because he had quite a few calls for some unset pieces of turquoise

at the time.

Interesting.

Well, why don't you... Why don't you keep jogging? You find out who taught

course, and you find out who took the course.

In, uh, lapidarianism. Thank you very, very good, Stavros.

All right, what tune is Campbell humming now?

The one that says he's more afraid of his mother than he is of me. All right,

you keep on top of him anyway.

You know, I don't know.

Maybe he's not our man.

Huh?

You'd think that rape was a victimless crime.

What is she afraid of, Crocker?

You know, reputation, parents, boyfriend.

Maybe the heat the courts will put her through.

Anyway, I hate it.

Nonetheless, we prosecute rape.

The more these kinky ones out there think they're going to get away with it.

want to bet that the first police department was created to protect women?

And here we are 25 ,000 years later and we can't even do that.

Okay, baby.

You come to Papa because I want to help.

I'll get it.

Hello? I want to talk to John Campbell.

Oh, you want to speak to my son, John.

I'm not here.

He's not here right now.

May I ask who's calling?

Do you have any idea where I can reach him?

No, not right now.

You want to leave a message?

Yeah, I think I found a pair of his glasses. He wears real thick glasses,

Yes. Of course, he...

Always has a second pair, but if you leave word where you can be reached,

pick them up.

Well, you see, I'm going to be on the go for a few hours. I'll keep them on me,

and then I'll drop them by later.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr... No trouble at all. I'll get back to you.

Really, I'm not an answering service, you know.

I was shaving!

Who was it? Some man who was nice enough to try to return your other pair of

glasses. Really, with what I pay for those glasses, you'd think you wouldn't

just leave them around like some forgetful child.

The Lavery Theater uses pink tickets for matinees and this purple for evenings.

Prices change at 6 o 'clock, so Campbell could have been leveling.

There's no way of checking the serial numbers because they don't use them in

certain order.

Do you think that Campbell is, uh, lying?

Hey, Parson.

Oh, yeah.

I'm hoping this may smoke out our victim.

Police hunt rape victim and slay.

Mac, do you ever notice your lips move when you read?

Very funny.

Now, since this case is making headlines, maybe you ought to walk me

All right. James Sperry, age 22.

Came to eternity right here, gunshot close range.

According to the medical examiner, Mr. James Sperry, age 22, engaged in sexual

activity immediately before his death. And according to forensic, the sex act

took place right here, where they found a handmade silver...

Um, valuable barrette, junk jewelry.

Crocker, take it from here. Thank you, Lieutenant.

Captain, the weapon was found here, still cooling off, along with Sperry's

which was found here, with the doors still open. Now, Sperry's body was found

with gouge marks still on his face and neck.

Which he didn't get in a pillow fight.

You're telling me that Sperry raped someone who immediately after recovered

enough to get up and shoot him? No.

I don't think the rape victim did it. I think there was a third party.

Otherwise, it doesn't fit.

Any candidates?

Oh, yeah. We've interviewed 13 of his friends and acquaintances.

None of them saw James Spurry the day he was killed, except one guy, John

Campbell. Now, we've sweated him so much, we had to give him salt tablets.

if he sticks to his story, baby, we're stuck with it.

Lieutenant?

Come in.

Come all the way in.

He's on our side, Stavros.

Evangeline Mosier.

Vanjie Mosier. Really?

I haven't seen her since she lost 250 pounds.

That's our lady?

Not exactly. She taught the class in lost whack jewelry making at the Y, and

runs a Nazi craftsy joint now called the Craft Village.

Craft Village, yeah.

Keep your fingers crossed, Mac, and spit three times. This is the first clue

we've had on the real victim.

Let's hope we're the only ones looking for her.

Well, what in the world are you going to do up at Lake Catherine this time of

year? Breathe in and out. You know, fresh air.

Come on, hike it.

There's no need to be sarcastic with your mother.

Look, some of the kids, they have a place up there, and they just want me to

drive. Girls, too, I suppose.

Oh, come on, Mother.

Oh, that's all right. I want you to have all the fun you can while you're young.

Heaven knows you'll get to be my age soon enough, and then you'll know what

like to be left all alone.

And keep warm.

I don't want you coming back here with any code to pass around

Marquoise Barrett.

Number 211W14.

That would be her class number.

Well, you know, to get a class number, you've got to leave a name, don't you?

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh. Here it is.

The old blooming herd of them. From Adams to Zuckerman. As I remember, she

pretty little thing.

I remember her. She was the one that had to pay more for the other piece she

made. What other piece?

The belt buckle.

Solid silver embossed with the name Tony on it. Made it for her boyfriend.

Ah, here it is. Here it is. Jan Conforti.

Are you sure?

Sure.

I'm sure you're going through a lot of trouble to return a bauble to some

Hey, Vance, don't you know that all New York cops are soft, sentimental slobs?

Her life and love may depend on it. And when it comes to true love, hey, I'm a

specialist.

I know about you, Theo.

Keep it quiet, baby. You may change my image.

Take it easy, baby. Thanks.

All together.

Daddy?

Hi.

I've got to pick up this package of fader drugs.

Well, I have final exams this afternoon.

I'll be through around six.

Okay.

Secret lover?

I didn't see the number you dialed.

Just Daddy.

He's picking me up after final exams today.

Papa's girl all of a sudden.

What's the matter? Doesn't he trust me?

Not funny.

Nothing's funny.

What's the matter?

Now don't. Come on, Tony.

I've been laying awake, trying to think.

What did I do?

Yeah, well, don't lose sleep on my account.

Hey.

This is me.

You're tearing me up, honey.

You won't let me touch you, put my arm around you?

Now, I can't live without touching you.

It's like what starts me breathing. Now, I love you.

And I'm dying inside.

You're killing me, and I want to know why.

Oh, Tony.

Come on, sit down.

Now, what is it?

I've been raped.

Oh, my God, Tony.

Please, please don't hate me.

Who?

I don't know, Tony. I don't know.

Two of them. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, Tony, please hold me. Just hold me.

Now, don't.

Now, don't, baby. Now.

Now, don't.

Don't.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't want to hurt you.

I never, ever wanted to hurt you, Tony.

What do you think I am? Now, you know me better, Jan.

I was afraid.

You were afraid I was coming apart because I didn't think you wanted me

Oh, Tony.

Did you tell the police?

No. No. Well, Jan, you've got to. What if these animals... No, please, Tony. I

can't go through that, too. Please don't make me, Tony.

They fought, Tony.

With a gun.

And one of them was killed.

No, no, not now. Not now.

Put it out of your mind.

Conforti home, is this the right house?

Yes, what is it?

I'm Lieutenant Kojak, New York Police.

May I come in a minute?

Thank you.

Frank! You must be Mrs. Conforti.

Yes, but I don't know what you could want with us. That makes you Janet's

mother.

Something happen to Janet? Oh, no, no.

Who's this?

He's with the police. I'm Lieutenant Kojak, Police Department. I wanted to

to your daughter, Mrs. Conforti.

Jane, what for?

Well, I think I have something that belongs to her.

Here.

This belongs to her.

I don't know.

No mistake. She made it in jewelry class.

Oh, yes.

Yes, she told me she lost it. She'll be very happy to get it back.

Hey, look.

I know how you both feel.

But don't you think Janet is carrying around a little too much pain?

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

Oh, don't you?

Mr. Conforti, no matter what the words that come out, your mother's eyes are

telling the truth.

Please, Mr. Conforti, look at me. Hey, I am getting tired of looking at you, so

why don't you just go?

So why don't you just take the hair clip and go, Lieutenant, and we'll have Jan

come down and file a claim with Lost and Found.

Mr. Conforti.

Your daughter was criminally assaulted.

Perhaps by two men.

We don't have to stand here and listen to this garbage.

You can't come here hurling accusations like that.

Accusation? You mean you think she's guilty of something for merely being a

victim? Is that how you see it? Well, that's a mistake.

Plus, of course, she's really guilty of something.

Our daughter is guilty of nothing. What could she be guilty of?

Guilty of not coming forward after witnessing a killing?

We are not letting murderers run around loose. You people are the ones that

aren't doing your job half the time.

And maybe you're doing our job. Is that it, Mr. Conforti?

You're going to put your white hat on and go chase the villain into the

Why don't you just leave, huh?

Leaving is not the answer.

Now look, if you're thinking of going after this dude, and he gets wind of it,

you leave no other choice. Your daughter becomes a moving target.

She's the only living person who knows that he's a rapist and a killer. You

to take those chances?

No, no.

Be still.

Or how about her boyfriend, Tony? Is that his name?

Maybe he's more concerned with her safety than you are.

He doesn't know anything about it. Well, then.

Mr. Conforti, if you kill this guy, it's not going to put home sweet home back

up on the wall. You know that, don't you?

It's going to make things worse.

Don't you think your daughter, Janet, is enough to forget?

Tell me where she is.

Frank.

Right now.

She gets off work at noontime on Wednesdays. She went over to Jersey to

shopping with the girls until school.

School? What time?

Frank. College.

Supposed to pick her up at what, six o 'clock?

They'll be late, okay?

I'm sure she'll want somebody who loves her around.

I just want a description, you know, a statement.

I can tell you what he looks like.

She still has nightmares about him coming at her with those thick glasses.

John Campbell.

We had our hands on him twice, Mr. Conforti.

Let's hope we're a third time lucky.

Hey, look, I'm sorry.

And thank you.

You say you went to Lake Katrine hiking.

That's a nice warm jacket.

Hiking boots.

You know, if I was going to go to Lake Katrine hiking, I'd sure take my hiking

boots and a nice warm jacket, unless I was more interested in skipping than

hiking. See here, Lieutenant.

I don't question every move my son makes or what he wears. What is this all

about? We've got to speak to your son, John.

On a matter which is very important and very urgent.

That's twice you've said that.

If you can't tell me anything else, I'm afraid you'll just... Have to wait until

John comes home.

Well, John left with a number of friends whose names he couldn't mention. He

went to Lake Katrine to a spot he couldn't name, and he took a little

to stay a few days.

I refuse to be intimidated by the police on some vague pretension.

I'm sorry, Miss Campbell.

Please. Don't mind me, ma 'am.

I thought it was coffee.

It's just my style.

You know, I've got a number of nieces and nephews who like to hide. Do you

believe it?

Frankly, yes.

So maybe you just gave me the names of a few of John's friends.

Well, then maybe I could take it from there.

He never mentions them.

He knows it annoys me.

Oh?

We stay to ourselves.

It's safer that way.

Believe me, I know.

John's father ran off with one of my friends.

John was only...

Six.

Did that prove anything?

It says a lot, Miss Gamble.

It says an awful lot.

Well, if we can't find our suspect, let's talk to our witness.

Pretty girl, but... Happier days.

Let's see if we can't put her back on the family album in the same condition.

Now, what building is she in?

Sir, there.

On the third floor.

She's a couple of minutes late. I was just going in.

Well, would you give us five minutes with her?

Go easy.

Could it be any other way?

And you stay here.

You'll tell.

They'll make you tell. No!

No, please!

If

you

hear the lady, I let her go.

You put one scratch in her with that knife and I'll take it from you.

And one experienced cop will become an inexperienced rabbi.

Would you know if they'd like to stand under a ladder? Come here.

Where were you?

Out front, like you said.

Everything's cool inside. Everything all right outside?

It's fine. I've got a present for you.

Where's the decent kid?

Well, it takes you.

It's come like that.

How do you explain that, Lieutenant?

Well, I'm sure she's glad to be alive.

And he's going to wish he weren't. That's the best I can do.

Don't you believe I had him right in my sights?

You didn't get a chance to pull the trigger?

Mr. Conforti, that's the best news I've had this week.

I suppose the law's going to make Chandler lift the whole thing, huh?

What can I tell you?

I mean, nobody says the law is perfect.

So it beats whatever the hell's in second place.