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Promise that I won't interfere with your lifestyle.

Within reason, that is.

Dear Father, therein lies our problem.

The boy is going to destroy you.

All right, forgive me, Father. The boy is a cesspool of bad habits. He's only

social to the point with me. Now listen, listen to me when I'm talking. I am not

one of your patients.

even helps people.

Fifty bucks an hour.

I'll knock it.

What have you done to earn your keep lately?

Don, if you start chanting, so help me, I'll kick you.

Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare

You'd think a girl whose father is one of the top head trunkers on the island.

Yeah, you'd think.

If it's suicide.

Is

she

still in there?

Do you see her?

Yeah.

Are you sure that it's Wanda?

discovered the body he and his mother identified.

suicide?

Well, it looks that way.

And it's not the way it looks.

She had so much.

She had so much to give.

Unless he had so twisted her, so destroyed her.

He? Who was he?

Don Miles.

The boy that Wanda was involved with.

He couldn't go out and get a job. He couldn't.

Wear shoes. He couldn't cut his hair, but he could teach himself to hang.

And he was teaching her.

He was teaching her to hang herself.

To kill herself.

It's a serious accusation, Warren. That boy is responsible.

He killed my daughter.

He murdered her.

to your constitutional rights. Do you have anything to say?

That's your privilege. Book and call him.

Let's go.

Book me for what?

Your roommate was found dangling at the end of a rope.

Don Miles has been apprised of his constitutional rights.

Following statement is freely volunteered.

Okay, Don.

I just want to get it out. I killed her.

Just like... I killed her.

Yeah, what happened?

We argued.

That's what did it to her. She couldn't take the tension.

I shouldn't have left. I should have known that she was going to do something

stupid crazy like that. Are you saying that she hanged herself?

When she was like that, you know...

Up and down. Was she on acid?

I don't know.

One minute she was trying to cut me into pieces and the next she was warm,

wonderful.

Anyway, that's what happened.

I left her alone and she was all wound up and just came undone. I wasn't there,

so punish me. She killed herself.

Suicide. Case closed.

Thanks for wrapping it up for us.

One of the reasons I know it's my fault is that I was trying to teach her how to

do it. Do what?

To hang.

It takes a... It takes a while to learn it, but once you reach a certain stage

of karma, concentration, then...

Nobody would want to kill one.

The tape being locked up so when you find out from the corner, you'll be the

first to know.

And when that Mr.

Larson left for Europe and that Don turned up as our neighbor... Well, you

remember what I said, Charles.

I said that hippie spells trouble.

That's exactly what I said.

And then Wanda, oh, that lovely, sweet girl, turned up with him.

I still can't imagine what she saw in him.

happened is less than 50 yards down the beach.

Now, I know that you're not the kind of people to cry, but if there was any...

Well, to begin with, they played that music so loud it would have taken an

atomic bomb. I think what my wife is trying to say is that we have a

neighborhood gap, which is fine, except when you have an impressionable 13 -year

-old son.

How well did your son know Wanda and Don?

Too well, I'm afraid.

Understand, I'm not trying to say that...

Don and Wanda were bad people or anything like that. It's just that,

were young and trying to find themselves.

But as I said, when you have an impressionable young son, why, you've

careful. I began to feel more like a jailkeeper than a mother. Why, every

turned around, he was either over there or on the way.

We were afraid they'd turn him into some kind of a dope fiend.

Would you mind if we talked to him?

Well, I know I can trust you to be gentle with him.

Can you get in here, please?

You can understand what a trauma this has been for the boy.

Hank, these gentlemen are police officers.

Hi, Hank.

Fine clothes.

Groovy. Ask me anything you want.

Do you know how it really happened?

No. Do you?

Wanda was getting bagged all the time.

Don didn't dig it. It was driving him up the wall.

that Wanda was on drugs?

I heard Don bawling her out a hundred times.

All you ever do is get stoned, he'd yell at her. And she'd yell back, all you

ever do is chant.

See, Don's a health freak.

He doesn't believe in dropping anything unless it's organic.

So you think she was high on something and hung herself?

I was talking to Boswell about it once. Who's Boswell?

He's a writer. A way out guy.

Boswell says heavy drugs like acid can be a real bummer.

or he the one to owe Don.

Let me think.

I was on the beach rapping with Don that morning. What were you rapping about?

Things.

Politics. And Vietnam.

Don's some kind of mystic freak.

You ought to see the things he can do. Out of sight.

Yeah. He was good at karate, too, huh?

Good? Black belt, man.

I'd hate to be around Don when he loses his temper.

That can't happen anymore.

Something gets him uptight and he just sits down and chants.

cleans out your soul and makes you pure.

So the last time you saw Don was the morning before you discovered Wanda?

That was the last time I talked to him.

Okay, Hank.

Thanks for the help.

Sorry to take up so much of your time, Mr. Weatherly. That's all right. I'm

to be at home. I saw Don last night.

Just for a second, though.

What time?

A few minutes after nine.

I was on my bike, rushing like crazy to get home.

If I get in late, my old man...

I need some answers, Doc.

To begin with, there was a severe hematoma. Oh, please, Doc. English, huh?

Somebody put his or her fingers around the girl's throat and applied enough

pressure.

Let me know. I'm holding a suspect now. I'd like to spring him or book him for

murder.

As truly so.

For there is one God, O Buddha, and one reality, which is the blessed state of

nirvana.

That which is born, is, becomes, is created as cause.

after 9 p .m.

That is a fact, isn't it, Don?

And isn't it also a fact that you tore out of there on your bike, took off like

a man running away from a murder?

Murder Wanda.

cottage that night.

The truth of it is that I went back and I found her there and

I panicked.

I just couldn't believe that she was dead.

And what had you done just before then?

Went to a friend's. I went over to visit this friend.

What was his name?

Wilson Boswell.

I loved them both.

When I heard about Wanda's death, well, I simply went to pieces.

If you look closely, you can see the cracks.

When did you last see them?

Well, Don came over to my house the very day it happened.

What time was that?

Uh, 5 .30. I'm not sure.

How did he, uh, act? How did he behave?

Now, I love Don, and I wouldn't say a word, not a single syllable, to hurt

The poor boy was simply a mask that exposed nerve endings.

Is that unusual?

You're trying to suggest that he acted like a man that had just murdered his

girlfriend?

I didn't give it a thought. It's interesting that you have.

Well, as a writer, I'm inclined to a slight case of elephantiasis of the

imagination. But candidly, I did see a streak of the savage in Don.

And Wanda, that perpetual wanton.

She could bring out the beast in the best of the worst of us.

What time did Don leave your place?

Now you're trying to put Don at the scene of the murder at the time of the

murder, aren't you?

You said he arrived at 5, 5 .30. What time did he leave? 6, 6 .30, 7.

Later. 7 .30? I can tell you exactly what time he left.

I had invited some guests in for dinner.

I was bathing.

Then I heard Don's motorbike revving. What time was that?

I was just about to tell you.

I looked at the clock.

Now, here I fed him, commiserated with him, invited some guests in to cheer him

up, and he was running out on me a half an hour before the guests even arrived.

How was that?

Eight?

Eight, exactly.

And from your place, on a motorcycle that dons cottages wide a half hour?

As the crow flies.

I take it that you're prepared to testify to this in court, Mr. Bosman?

Well... Yes.

Yes.

And you're familiar with the penalties for perjury in a murder trial?

Well, no. Not being a criminal, I'm not familiar with them.

The point is, I'm telling the truth.

Now, a witness is willing to testify that Don was at his house from 5, 5 .30

until 8 p .m. Now, at a minimum, it's a half -hour drive back to Don's cottage.

With that kind of evidence, we release people. Who is this mysterious witness

that will testify that Don was with him?

A man named Wilson Boswell.

That freak.

You mean to tell me that he's your witness?

He's not my witness. He's a witness.

He convinced that Don is innocent.

I'm convinced that the facts at this point don't warrant booking him for

if that's what you mean.

Warrant.

We're not going to dismiss Don. We're going to recheck his alibi. We'll check

the autopsy report.

But for now, we've got to face the facts as we know them. The fact.

It was supposed to be a fact that my daughter had committed suicide.

The physical evidence documented that fact, didn't it? And I said that she was

murdered, and I was right, wasn't I? Yes.

Well, I'm telling you that I'm right about Don.

He had a motive. He had...

And he has a history of violence. Oh, we don't know that.

Well, I know it.

I'll document it.

Underneath that Buddhist robe and monk shawl and all that protest of

nonviolence, that boy is a killer.

You can't accuse a man of that, Warren.

You document it. You give me some hard facts to take into court and I'll judge

him.

But until then, let me do my job.

All right, you do your job.

any strange sounds that night?

Oh, thank you. Between 6 and 8 p .m.? Yeah, approximately.

Well, let's see. I worked late that night. I didn't get out of the office

a little after 8.

I had a fast martini.

It must have been 8 .30, 8 .45 by the time I wended my way home.

No, it was quiet.

Very quiet.

Too quiet, as it turned out.

And you, Mrs. Weatherly?

Well... Tuesday is my bridge night. I dropped Hank off at the Paulson's when

Charles was to pick him up on his way home from the office.

You drive right by the Paulson's house on your way home, don't you, Mr. Wesley?

Yes, that's right.

You drove by, what, about 8 .30, 8 .45 that night?

Such of any importance, yes.

I wonder why you didn't pick Hank up.

I did pick him up.

Didn't I?

He told Officer Williams that he rode home on his bike that night. He was

run down by Don on a motorcycle about 9 p .m.

Right, right.

I remember now.

Actually, I drove up to the Paulsons and faced Hank's inevitable, let

me watch TV for another half hour, so I decided Hank could get home on his own.

You seem to be placing a great stress on time. Does that mean you pinned down

the time of the murder?

Well, something like that. Thank you both for your trouble.

Not at all.

Going by that place every day, knowing what took place there, knowing that

whoever did it is still free.

Still free and still living in that house. Paula!

Paula!

I'm sorry.

It's just that now it's easy to believe... Blame someone like Donnie. He

share our values.

He's different.

Being different.

Done.

Can I get something for you? Something to drink? How about some coffee or a

glass of beer or something like that, huh? No, thank you. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Hey,

did you know I stopped by the house?

No, I didn't know.

Yeah, I did.

I got my supplies at front porch.

I couldn't... I don't know. I just couldn't bring myself to ring the

Why was it so important for you to see me?

I just wanted you to know how much I loved Wanda.

I'm sure you did, Don.

I'm also sure that you killed her.

No, sir, you're wrong about that.

I don't think that you meant to.

I would swear on a witness day.

But you began to waver in your own purpose.

Found it difficult to chant.

Found it difficult to meditate.

Yeah.

And that afternoon, after I had tried to talk Wanda out of staying with you and

coming home with me, after I left about six o 'clock, you and Wanda argued,

didn't you?

She did most of the talking, but...

We argued, yeah.

And you left?

I left.

I started up my bike and if I just would have stayed right there, you know,

she would have come running out and everything would have been all right.

you got on that bike and you left.

But you didn't go far, did you?

Go far?

No, no, I didn't go far.

So?

You turned around.

You came back.

You came back to find Wanda alone in the house.

But this time it was a different Wanda.

It was a Wanda who was not ready to let bygones be bygones.

It was not a Wanda who was ready to accept your lovemaking.

No, no, that's not true.

And somehow, somehow she was even more desirable. You needed her more than

Please, no more of her.

Get this all out, Don.

You've got to get this out.

You're not going to be able to live with us keeping it inside you.

I'm asking you for myself and for yourself.

Let it out now.

Get it all out.

You think I killed him?

You came back.

Yeah, I came back.

And when it was over...

You became a murderer, Don.

And you couldn't face that.

So you took her body in your arms.

And you carried her over to that noose.

And you hung her there.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Then you left.

And you rode around Waikiki for hours.

You rode around for hours until you had half convinced yourself.

Until you had half convinced yourself that it was a nightmare.

So then, you came back here.

Yeah, I came back.

You didn't remember then, but you remember now.

You remember walking through that door.

You remember coming into this room.

And you saw her hanging there.

Just as you had left her.

The tale's up to you.

So?

So, that ridiculous confession, it won't stand up in court. It won't even get

into court.

All right, Steve. I think I'm finally getting the message.

I'm going to take this to someone who will listen to it with an open mind.

Do it. Do it. It's a favor to me. Do it. And let me build my own case.

You just can't stand my doing your work for you.

Oh, Warren, please.

Please, we're old friends. You just don't extract confessions at the end of

rubber hose.

What do you mean, rubber hose?

Rubber hose. If someone had taken that kid in a back room and beat a confession

out of him, you would have been the first one to scream police brutality. I

didn't touch him. Everything on this is freely volunteered.

All right. All right, doctor.

Please, take the stand in just a minute. Oh, I'm tired of talking to you.

Please. Why don't I take a minute? I promise not to work you over.

Okay? Can we explore the facts?

Okay. We're friends for a long time, huh?

Right. Next fact.

We've worked on a lot of cases together.

Right. And over a period of time, I think we've come to know each other.

I'm beginning to wonder about.

Oh, Warren, please don't.

Let me ask you something. Do you think that these recent court decisions have

done the police a service? Really?

making them rely more on hard facts and investigation and less on confessions.

Yes, I believe that's so. And you expect me to accept that confession?

you I don't remember. Until you had half convinced yourself that it was a

nightmare.

From Don's gut?

Freely volunteered?

Eagerly volunteered?

All right, Steve.

You've made a point. You still won't buy it? That's right.

Sometimes you know certain things.

I know that boy killed my daughter. Well, you've known it from the

That's right. And you know why?

Because you needed a scapegoat, somebody to hang the hook on, something to ease

your conscience. Now, what does that mean? Well, I'm a cop, Doctor. You're

psychiatrist. You know what it means. I think they call it the generation gap,

huh? Your daughter was sick and you couldn't reach her. Oh, I'm not going to

stay here and listen to this. Suddenly she's dead and you feel responsible.

guilt, Warren. I'm not going to let some cop tell me about my own daughter.

Now, you have a case.

You use it!

Suppose I can't complain.

But let me tell you this, huh?

We're going to get this straight.

Right here and now.

Now, you give me just ten seconds, and I'll bring you three more cashmere

sweaters. All identical.

If you want to go down to my club, you'll probably find another one in my

cabana. Or at the pool, or lying around the tennis courts.

The man who attacked and then killed Wanda was only wearing one cashmere

sweater. You're missing the point. I don't think so.

Look, suppose I lose a sweater somewhere and forget it.

On the courts, on the golf links, any caddy, any beach bum might just find

himself a cashmere sweater.

I'd never be the wiser.

In other words, darn.

And anyone else could very easily have appropriated your sweater.

In other words.

And then returned it?

If you realize it might be used against him, why not?

Oh, look, fellas.

Wanda was a great -looking girl.

On a beach in that bikini?

Sure, I noticed her.

But what you're suggesting, it's foolish.

Take a look in my office.

There are half a dozen girls in there.

Now, all I'd have to do is crook my...

Okay, Donna, let's go. Thank you.

Just one more question.

On the night that Wanda was murdered, you did work late.

I believe I told you that.

And you reaffirm it now?

Yes. Okay, you worked late. You left the office a little after eight. You

stopped for a quick martini. You got home 8 .30, 8 .45.

You signed out of your building that night at 6 .15.

Right. Building closes at 6. Anybody who's in or out has to sign the book.

We checked.

Plus, of course, you changed your mind and decided to work late.

Yes. I decided to work late.

Decided to have a drink.

So I signed out.

Had it at the dotted I right across the street from the office.

Then when I got back to the building, the security guard wasn't there. I guess

never did sign myself back in.

The guard was still out of the building.

Yes, I suppose he was.

Someone ought to fire that guard.

You know, it's funny. The impression he gave me was that nobody got in or out of

that building without signing his book. Maybe we ought to go and talk with him

again, huh?

Well, maybe we ought to go downtown and continue this at my own pace.

thought maybe it was a good idea to go over and pay a little visit to one.

I've been sitting on the floor