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- You just littered the street.

- Hey man, it was empty.

Well, I want you to
go back and pick it up.

- What?

I said, I want you to
go back and pick it up.

- Like hell I will.

It's people like you who make
our world filthy, my friend.

You're a pig.

Did you hear what I said?

- Yeah.
- Tell me.

It's people like me who
make our world filthy.

I'm a pig.

Now, go back and
pick up your trash.

Put it in your pocket.

Now, don't you feel better?

George's house.

He lives over about, oh,
about a mile from school.

Wow.

Better not, I haven't
heard from Ron,

so I don't know
what's happening.

Yeah.

Judy thinks
she's pregnant.

Oh wow.

I feel
really suck for her.

She thinks it's
by Mike, you know,

she hasn't said anything
to anybody, you know, yet.

What's she
gonna do about it?

I don't know, she's
not even sure yet, you know,

but she probably is, it's been
about two months, you know?

Two months, I
told her to go on the pill.

Yeah.

She's gonna tell him this
weekend, I think, you know?

See what he does, you know?

I wouldn't,
I don't know.

She hasn't
told her mom or anybody.

Think her
mom would know?

Yeah, for sure.

What are we gonna
do after school today?

I don't know, I think
I might go to Jeff's house.

Come on, let's go in.

They have a pool.

Jeff's parents put a
new pool in outside.

That sounds like fun.

d

d

d

We got a break,
there's a witness.

The bomber raped the patient
after he set the bomb.

Why did the victim take
so long to report it?

- She's a mute.

- How can I talk to her?

Well, it's only her
speech that's impaired,

she can hear.

Can you tell me what
happened last night, miss?

Please, can you give
me a description

of the man who attacked you?

Can you tell me
what he looked like?

- No.

I'm too ashamed.

We've got to find him
before he hurts somebody else.

Can you tell me what he
did before he attacked you?

Did he hit you?

He grabbed
me from behind,

put tape on my mouth, and
ripped my sleeping gown.

I want to die.

Well, if I find him,
he's gonna beg to die.

Miss
Barron, dial 1-4-7.

Miss Barron, dial 4-1-7.

- Miss Barron, dial 4-1-7.

- This is the room.

That's the door
the bomber came in.

- It's locked.

- A patient had died that night.

It was left unlocked for
delivery of a coffin.

Well, somehow it
wasn't locked again.

- Probably.

- He could have waited outside,

saw the coffin being delivered,

and then he sneaked in,

came through this
door into this room.

Through this door,

the only way to the basement,

to plant his bomb.

Then he must have come back here

to wait for somebody to attack.

Oh, but it doesn't make
any sense, does it?

Knowing there's a
bomb ready to go off

that he'd stick around here.

Well, then who
attacked Martha?

There were two men who broke
into the mental hospital,

a bomber and a rapist.

The rapist came first,

and he hid in the supply room.

When the bomber came to plant
his bomb in the basement,

he had to go through
the supply room

and return the same
way to get out.

Now this means the rapist's

got two good looks
at the bomber.

Now to find our bomber
without any identification

in Los Angeles County,

over 4,000 square miles

with over seven
million people is,

is pretty hopeless.

But there was an
eyewitness, the rapist.

The rapist can tell us
what the bomber looks like.

- I've got the green light.

- I can turn right on red, man.

No, no, not when a
pedestrian is in the crosswalk.

Wouldn't hurt you to
walk a little faster,

would it, buddy?

People like you are what's
wrong with the world today.

What the hell are
you talkin' about, man?

You have no respect
for the rights of others.

- Turn it off, huh?

But because you
have a nice car

and I have to walk, that
means you own the sidewalk?

- Look, I'm kind of in a hurry

so why don't you get
your hand off my car?

That's another thing
about people like you.

You sit behind the
wheel of a fancy car

and that makes you privileged.

Now look man, I told you
to get your hand off my car.

- What the hell you doin'?

Hey man, give me those keys!

Miss, I'd like the cards on
every female assailant case

in the last four weeks.

With the following M.O.

Victim grabbed from behind

with a mouth tape, with
the clothes ripped off the body.

Really?

Yeah, that's the
way it is, and I know it.

Guys get ideas, you know,

about girls who work in a
place where there's nudity.

They think we're whores
or something.

It's probably what
gave the guy the idea

he'd get away with
raping me the way he did.

I don't think he
cared what your profession is.

Ah, don't give me that.

That's the way it its
and I know it.

They don't come
to hear me sing

You can bet your ass they don't

The come to dream
about screwing

Undo me, will ya?

And you, uh, tell me
something about the men.

Don't ya think I tried to get
with the group or something?

It's not I have anything
against exotic dancing,

If you know what I mean

Just about a singer, not a stripper

D'you think you'd recognize
him if you saw him again?

No, I couldn't see a damn thing.

It was dark as hell in there.

They should put lights
up there someday.

You were parking your car
on the garage

behind your apartment?

Yeah, and he was waiting
there for me, that bastard.

Why does the guy have to
get laid like that?

It's not that tough
to get, you know?

Well he needs the
violence to get it up.

Kill the bastard for me, will ya?

I'd love to.

I want you to check out
every discharged serviceman

in the LA area with a
demolition specialty,

and look for haters, guys
with a personal gripe,

construction workers
who work with dynamite.

If somebody buys more
than five dollars worth

of firecrackers on
the Fourth of July,

I want to know why!

All right, Devincy, what's
going on inside his head?

Why is he bombing?

There's not
enough to go on yet.

Are we certain that both bombs

were set by the same man?

- The lab says yes.

The fragments from both
bombs were identical.

Each bombing will
give us new insights

into the man's
psychological problems.

I may be able to
figure out a pattern

after the next bombing.

I want to get him now,
now before he bombs again!

- I'm a psychologist.

I don't read tea leaves!

You know, every man
in the department's

busting his butt trying
to find this bomber

and you, you're out
interviewing some broad.

- I'm looking for a rapist.

Since when did
you get transferred

to the vice squad, Geronimo?

- Count the number of bombers

we've had in LA in
the last five years.

Now, how many have we caught?

Now what's that
supposed to mean?

It means without knowing
the reason for their bombs

there's no way of knowing
where to look for them.

There's no MO, no pattern.

How do you catch a guy
who wakes up one morning,

decides he's gonna change
the world with dynamite?

- How do you catch a rapist?

- He's got an MO, a pattern.

Yeah, he tapes the
victim's mouth shut,

he rips off her clothes
and he attacks her.

I read your report.

- Chief, we can find him.

Now let me blanket the
city with police women

just asking to be raped.

I'll bring him in!

- And I cannot send my men

in two directions
at the same time.

Now we're going to all
concentrate on the bomber!

Now look, I know I'm
giving you people heat

but that's what I'm
getting and plenty of it!

I don't give a damn

about your pet theories
or your intuition,

or what your girlfriends
or your wives think.

The only thing I'm thinking about
is I want to catch

this son of a bitch before
he blows up Los Angeles!

Now please help me
find the bomber!

Not rapists, not
hookers, not pushers,

just the bomber, all right?

Yeah?

Burglary in
progress at Culver Industrial.

Dynamite involved.

Only information on
suspect, he is armed.

So we won't find
our bomber, huh?

- Listen, man!

Hey, listen!

I've got dynamite
and blasting caps

tucked all over me!

You come out of there, man.

Do you know what'll happen

if your bullet hits one
of these blasting caps?

Huh?

Hey

hey, this whole
block will go up!

Come on out of
there, man, come on!

You come out of there and I'll
set this shit off right now!

Hey!

Hey, I don't dig
livin' that much!

Bastard!

Control
to Officer 9A8.

Bomb reported in
girls' dormitory

across from university.

5843 Daley, fire
department is en route.

- It's upstairs!

I want everybody outside,
away from the building.

d You are the only man

d Passing through my life

d Tell me why the sun shines

d And gives me light

d But I didn't listen

d Thinking I knew more

d I said keep all
your sunshine d

d And I shut my doo-

- Hey mister.

What's in the bag?

- You heard him.

What's in the bag?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, I-I-I'm terribly sorry,

I didn't see you.

- Uh, you made a mistake.

- What was that?

You charged me 60 cents
for two cans of peaches.

- Yes?

- They were 48 cents on Tuesday.

- The sale ended yesterday.

The newspaper said
the sale is on all week.

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but
that week ended yesterday.

- The week ends on Saturday.

Every week ends on Saturday.

Sondra, charge
the man 48 cents.

Laura.

They're gonna be late.

I'm not gonna wait any
more than 10 minutes.

I like your hair.

Now you
drive where I tell you.

And don't look around.

Come back, will you, little bitch!

d I said, keep all
your sunshine d

d And I shut my door

d Filled my arms
with little trails d

d Reaching for -

I am disappointed
that you did not see fit

to broadcast my last tape.

It is imperative that the public

listens to these messages,

so they will know why
they are being punished.

- What do you want?

- Look at me.

- What?

- I said, look at me.

When you talk to
somebody, look at them.

What do you think
I am, an animal?

- What do you want to order?

- I'm a human being!

Do you understand?
- Yes.

When you talk to
me, show some respect.

- Yes sir!

- Common courtesy.

It's forgotten these days.

I'll have a cheese sandwich
and a cup of coffee.

- Yes sir.

The day of the male
chauvinist is gone.

Women are no longer
second class citizens

to be looked upon as
love objects of men,

utilized as receptacles
for the germ

of their masculine insecurities.

Women have been used
and abused long enough.

We are free at last,
free of male domination,

free to work under
equal conditions,

free to make love
as equal partners.

Think about it.

Women outnumber men so
we can outvote them.

The wealth of the world
is in the hands of women!

So we can control industry.

How many men do we know

who can get pregnant
and give birth?

Not very many.

We're not the weaker sex.

We're the stronger.

We outlive men, we outlove men,

we outthink men.

Until now, women have made

the major decisions that
have shaped the world

by influencing their men.

Enough of that!

We don't have to pamper
the male ego any longer.

Now is the time to
stand up and be counted!

Thank you!

Again I
have been forced to bomb

in order to punish the
people who have wronged me.

They must pay for their crimes

and must learn it is I
who am the superior one.

I will continue to
explode my bombs

in the cause of justice.

You have the computer
give us an analysis

of a psychotic bomber?

Shit.

- Hey baby, want a ride?

Come on.

Come on, hey, I'm
not gonna hurt you.

Hey come on, you'll
enjoy it, come on!

Let go!

- Hey, what's going on?

Hey come on, you pig,
get your hands off!

I didn't do nothin'!

- No!

Help!

Stop!

Let me go!

Get
your hands off me!

Argh!

- Any luck?

- No.
- You can't touch me!

I plead the Fifth Amendment.

- What did you say?

- I plead the Fifth Amendment!

Now just what's
the Fifth Amendment?

I don't know, but it
protects me from guys like you.

None of them used the MO of
the rapist we're looking for.

Well, maybe it's just possible
he changed his technique.

He is not the guy

- Morning.
- Good morning, Officer.

Sit down.

Like some coffee?

- No thanks.

Like a sandwich?

The machine's outside.

No.

What's your name?

- Fromley.

- Would you speak louder please?

Do you have to record
everything I say?

- Yeah.

My lawyer said I don't have
to answer your questions.

I don't care what
your lawyer said.

- He's arranging my bail.

Well, do you think
we can continue

until you hear from him?

I don't have to tell you
anything except my name.

- Turn around.

So you can hit me in
the back of the head?

Mr. Fromley, if I've got to look
at your face for 10 continuous seconds,

I'll blow your
goddamn brains out.

Now turn around.

You were arrested last
night for attempted rape.

You got anything
to say about that?

- My name is George Fromley.

Have you ever been
arrested before?

- My name is George Fromley.

The record's got you down
for at least eight assaults.

- George Fromley.

- Mr. Fromley,

now what do you think of a man

that bombs a state
mental hospital

and a high school?

He's sick, he
oughta be locked up.

Then will you help
us identify the bomber?

- Me, how can I?

- You saw him.

Can I check and see what
happened to my lawyer?

You can check your
memory and tell me

what the man who bombed the
Northridge asylum looked like.

- My name is George Fromley.

Ah, you were there,
goddamn it!

- George Fromley!

- All right, George Fromley.

The girl you raped at the
hospital will identify you.

Let's go!

- Lieutenant, call's for you.

- Now you stay put!

Hello!

Son of a bitch!

I want you to see
our three children.

A man who loves his children
as much as George does

couldn't do the thing you
people say he has done.

Your husband could help us
catch the bomber, Mrs. Fromley.

Well, those
bombings are terrible.

- What's that?

- That's George's room.

When George called last night,

he said you people
made a big mistake.

- You have a key?

Oh no, George doesn't
let anyone go in there.

- Well, I can fix that.

Mrs Fromley, do you
mind if I ask you

an extremely personal question?

- What do you want to ask me?

Well, is he normal?
I mean, sexually?

- Of course he's normal.

What do you mean, huh?

You have no right to invade
a person's privacy like this.

George took them
of me, by himself.

Photography is his hobby.

George could never attack
women like you say he did.

He's a fine husband.

Besides, he was home with me

the night of the bombing.

He was here all the time.

- How about last night,

when he was arrested
for attempted rape?

Was he home then?

- Lieutenant?

- Release Fromley.

- He's not the guy?

- He's guilty as hell.

- This is Investigator Blake.

Release George Fromley.

Uh, no charge.

I'll make out the
necessary papers

and send them down
to you in the tube.

All right.

Hey, what's wrong?

My wife, she's
getting married again.

- Do you care?

- Who cares?

We're strangers.

- What about your boy?

I hope that bomber
doesn't blow himself up

before I get to him.

Open letter to the Bomber.

We ask you to give yourself up

so that your complaints
may be attended to.

This newspaper will guarantee

that you will be treated fairly.

- Mr. Editor,

society has had its
chance to treat me fairly.

It is too late.

Now is the time for
punishment and retribution.

I am watching the police

as they foolishly
try to catch me.

They should be
spending their time

punishing the evil ones

rather than oppressing
and persecuting me.

Warning: the police too
will suffer my justice.

Why are you bothering me?

- What's that, buddy?

I said why are
you harassing me?

If you policemen
would spend your time

searching out criminals

instead of burning up gasoline,

you'd provide the community
with a real service.

Are you looking
for trouble, mister?

- Don't intimidate me.

I know more about the law
than you'll ever know.

- Shall we uh, split?

- What do you want?

We have a warrant
for your arrest.

- What for?

Failure to appear
in a municipal court

with regard to a
traffic citation.

Are you kiddin',
a traffic ticket?

What's that guy trying to do?

- You'll have to come with us.

- At 6:00 in the morning?

For a lousy traffic ticket?

Like hell I will!

You've got no right dragging
me down here at this hour.

- Sit down.

- I want to talk to my lawyer.

I know my civil rights.

What do you think
you are, black?

No, in this room, Mister,
you've got no civil rights.

Not till 10 o'clock in the
morning when court convenes.

You bastard.

You're nothing but a
goddamn rapist, Fromley.

A no-good degenerate.

I don't care who you raped,

that's for the vice squad,

but I want to know
who the bomber is.

You're gonna tell me
what he looks like.

I'm gonna blow your
brains out, Fromley,

unless you tell me
what I want to know.

- You wouldn't shoot.

- Wouldn't I?

No, the most they'd give
me is a 90-day suspension

then I'd be right back here

as if nothing happened.

But you,
you'd be buried in a hole

with your brains blown out.

- You're bluffin'.

- Am I?

You're an asshole, Fromley.

- I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

Sergeant Quinn is going
to help you remember

what the bomber looked like.

Okay, Mr. Fromley.

I want you to take your time

and look at these
facial contours,

and tell me if you
see any of them there

that remind you of the
man you saw that night.

That one right there,
something like that one.

- Is his hair right?
- Yeah.

- How about the chin?
- Uh-huh.

- Sit down, Fromley.

Well I don't know whether
I can remember too much-

- You'll remember.

Now what about his eyes?

Were they deep-set?

What did they look like?

Where they round?

Where they elongated?

- Well, how do you expect me

to remember something like that?

I only saw him for a second.

It was dark.

Well, kind of wide eyes,
bushy eyebrows, I think.

You see them on
the sheet here?

- I can't see nothing here.

- Look at the sheet, Fromley!

Well, something like
those, right there.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

E-41, now what about his mouth?

Was it a full mouth,
straight mouth?

- Kind of thin mouth, thin.

Look at every one of those,
see if you can spot it.

Well, uh, this
one, right here.

M-7-8.

Let's see some noses.

Did he have a long nose?

Was it bulbous,
upturned, hooked?

- Kind of long, long nose, yeah.

- Well uh, yeah, here, that one.

N-2-2.

Let's put them all together.

You're doing real fine, Fromley.

You just keep on remembering.

You keep on
remembering like this

and pretty soon we
can let you go home.

You'll be able to go
back into your room

and look at those porno
films of your wife.

- No, that ain't him.

I can't remember
what he looked like.

It was dark!

- Now you listen to me, Fromley.

You're gonna look at this
thing until you do remember,

or you gonna go
blind in the process.

Do you understand?

Now put these on
projection, Sergeant.

Come on, get up.

Sit down.

All right, Sergeant.

No, it's a longer
face, more hair too.

Yeah, that's better.

That looks more like it.

No, they were narrower,
narrower on the eyes.

Those are too wide.

Yeah, yeah all right.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's him,

that's him right there.

- You sure that's him, George?

Yeah, yeah, that's
the man all right.

- You positive?

- I just told you that's him.

- Well, tell me again, George.

You know, maybe I better
look at some more pictures.

Maybe I didn't seem
from the front.

Let's see the
profiles, Sergeant.

- Yeah!

Little longer on the nose.

Little well...

It's a little further out,

the nose is too
close into the face.

- Yeah, that's better.

Eyes are fine, hair's all right.

That's him!

That's him!

Yeah, that's him.

That is him!

- George.

Are you sure, George?

Yeah, that's the guy
all right, that's him!

Well George, you
better be damn sure.

Because we'll find
him, we'll pick him up.

and if you're full
of shit, George,

I'll come and getcha,
you bastard.

Miss Roman?

Miss Roman, do you
recognize this man?

- Looks like Mr. Dorn.

It was his daughter who died

the night before the bombing.

Was she a patient
in the hospital?

Yes, she was admitted
about nine months ago.

- What was wrong with her?

- Drugs, heroin addict.

You know her
father's first name?

- William.

Do you think you
have his address?

- Yes, I'm sure I do.

It is imperative
that the public

listens to these messages

so they will know why
they're being punished.

I haven't seen him since
our daughter's funeral.

Do you know where
I can find him?

- No.

Usually, when people
like him are on the run

they hide in a place
that they know.

- He wouldn't come here.

- Did you have a rough marriage?

The only time
he wasn't uptight

was when he was
with his daughter.

- Were they close?

- That's what blew his mind.

When he found out
she was taking drugs.

Sometimes I think if we'd
never had a daughter,

things would have
been different.

Same thing,
people never change.

Mr.
Fromley, is it true

that the District
Attorney has dropped

the criminal charges
pending against you

because you cooperated in
identifying the Mad Bomber?

Ask my counselor.

You'll have to ask

the District
Attorney about that.

But you
are a free man today?

Free as a bird.

Did you know that
William Dorn was the bomber

when you first saw him?
- No comment.

What were you doing at the
Northridge State Hospital

the night of the
bombing, Mr. Fromley?

- No comment!

Well, Mr.
Fromley, do you deny

that you were arrested
for attempted rape?

Gentlemen please,
my client has absolutely

nothing to say at this time!

Is this the picture

of the Mad Bomber, Mr. Fromley?

You'll
have to get a statement

from the DA's office about that.

What do
you think of the man

who's been setting
off all those bombs?

The Mad Bomber's sick,
he should be locked up.

d You were the only man

d Passing through my life

d Tell me why the sun shines

d And gives me light

d But I didn't listen

d Thinking I knew more

- Ah-ha!

- Here's something.

The newspaper when he,

when he bombed the hospital,

this is the day
after he bombed it,

and there's three much
older editions here.

Why don't you look
through these?

Maybe you can find
something about Dorn.

- Here it is.

High school student Anne Dorn

was arrested yesterday
at Lincoln High School

for possession of drugs.

His first bombing,
the high school.

This one is a
month after that.

August 14.

- Man attacks hotel manager.

William Dorn was arraigned
today in Municipal Court

on the criminal assault charge

resulting from an episode
occurring in the lobby

of the Sheraton Plaza.

Bombing number three.

- This last one's 18 months old.

Dorn didn't have
to keep a diary.

The newspapers did it for him.

Well, he's in here somewhere.

Find it, and we'll
have his next bombing

before he does it.

Bus crash kills three.

A bus carrying the
employees baseball team

of the Harvester
Tool and Die Company

crashed last night
en route to a game.

Two members of the team died,

five others are still hospitalized
in critical condition.

- William Dorn was definitely

a member of our
employees baseball team

18 months ago.

He was on the bus on
the day of the accident

and he never let us forget it.

- What did he do?

Well, he claimed his back
was permanently injured

and was unable to work.

He demanded an enormous
financial settlement.

- How much did he get?

Well, we offered him
a small settlement,

but he refused it.

Not one doctor
substantiated his claim

The man was unquestionably lying

or was a hypochondriac.

In either event, our
insurance didn't cover it.

- Was it ever resolved?

Well, he threatened
us for a while.

His letters are in his file

and they're really
hateful letters.

- Was that the end of it?

Yeah, he finally
stopped writing.

- How long ago was that?

Well, it's been
almost a year now

since Dorn's last letter

and that one was the
meanest of the lot.

Would you like to read it?

- Yeah.

d You were the only man

d Passing through my life

d Tell me why the sun shines

d And gives me light

d But I didn't listen

d Thinking I knew more

- Paterson?

Are you awake?

Schwartz?

Get your ass back in
behind that vent, will ya?

How can you eat
those damn things?

Veronica, Veronica,
listen, listen.

I'm sorry, I only went out with
her once, twice at the most.

Hey, come back with my bike!

- He'll be here.

- I didn't say anything.

- He has to come here.

- I didn't say a word.

You think I've got
a personal hatred

for this guy, don't you?

- Hey, did I say anything?

- You don't have to.

I know what you're thinking.

- You're not always right.

You've guessed wrong before.

- Should have been a dentist.

And if you were
anything but a cop,

I'd be out there
looking for you.

- Dentist!

Here he comes!

Dorn is on a motorcycle
approaching from the east.

Come on,
you bastard!

Come on!

Come on!

- He's gone around the building.

Hold your fire till
he comes past us.

Today you police

have prevented me
from setting off

what was to have
been my last bomb.

Now, because of
what you have done,

it is necessary for me
to punish all of society.

At this very moment,

I am driving through
the streets of our city

in a red van with enough
dynamite in the back

to level a city block.

Very shortly, I will push

the detonator switch next to me

to set off the explosion.

There is nothing you
can do to stop me.

You are just as helpless
as with my other bombings,

and the only thing you can do

is wait until it happens.

In the event I fail to
activate the switch,

it will all happen
just the same.

I intend to drive

through the most populated
areas of our city

until I decide where to die,

taking with me the
greatest number of people,

then everything will
be all right again.

- Patch me into radio.

Emergency, all units.

This is Chief Forester.

Be on the lookout for
a red panel truck.

Stake and notify,
do not intercept.

Driver is bomber
with explosives.

I repeat, do not intercept.

- That psycho isn't bluffing.

When he says
something, he means it!

Suspect's red van

observed eastbound on Wilshire.

Man identified as the
Mad Bomber is driving.

I can pick him
off with my rifle.

You are going to do
nothing, understand?

I don't want any shooting as
long as he's in that truck.

We've got to get him out.

Geronimo, did you
understand what I said?

- What do you want me to do?

Take the day off
until he blows up

a couple of hundred people?

N-L-5
through to Control.

Suspect is in the downtown area,

northbound on Grant
from 7th Street.

7-A-5-5 to Control.

Bomber suspect in the red van

has just passed our
location at 5th and Flowers.

2-A-12 to Control.

The suspect in the red van

observed traveling southbound

on the San Diego Freeway.

I'm following the suspect and
request further instruction.

Control
One to 2-A-12,

do not approach suspect
unless he leaves the red van.

Repeating, do not
approach suspect

unless he leaves red van.

8-A-15 to Control.

The red van is on Robertson,
southbound toward Wilshire.

8-A-22 to Control.

The red van with
the bomber suspect

is now crossing Olympic,

southbound on Robertson.

8-A-19 to Control.

Bomber suspect observed
approaching Pico.

Control
One to all units,

do not attempt to
apprehend suspect.

Red van is loaded with dynamite.

Repeating, red van is
loaded with dynamite.

Stake and notify.

This is 9-8-8, put me
through to the chief.

Geronimo, where
the hell are you?

He's going north on
the San Diego Freeway

off the Santa
Monica interchange.

Say, he didn't he go that way

in his last swing
around the city?

He's repeated the
same route five times.

- Let me have his full swing.

He's been turning off the
San Diego Freeway at Wilshire,

east of Highland, past
the high school he bombed.

Then south to the Melrose
Shopping Center mall,

over to Olympic Boulevard.

He then drives west through
Century City section,

turns north to go by the hotel,

west once again
toward Santa Monica.

Driving down Colorado Avenue,

the Bombers been passing
the hospital he bombed,

then after winding through

the Santa Monica
business section,

the van has been going
back to the downtown area

to start all over again.

10-A-51 to Control.

Red van driven by suspect
observed heading west on Broadway.

10-A-21 to Control.

Have the bomber suspect
under observation.

Westbound on 6th from Grant.

d You were the only man

d Passing through my life

d Tell me why the sun shines

d And gives me light

d But I didn't listen

d Thinking I knew more

d I said keep all
your sunshine d

d And I shut my door

d Fill my arms with
little trails d

d Reaching for the sky

d And you knelt
and cried for me d

d As I passed on by

d And you knelt
and cried for me d

d As I passed on by

23.976 fps Adapted for a YTS
release by Americo S.O.

June 3th, 2024.

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