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It's 10:00, and KBEX now
presents another special program

featuring the famous crime
historian Paul Sorenson.

Paul Sorenson here. Once again,

tonight's broadcast is
directed to an audience of one.

Naturally, I mean the man
who calls himself Overkill.

This unfortunate man,

this murderer by compulsion,

has, in less than a year,
violently taken seven lives...

frustrated all attempts of
the police to apprehend him,

and has invited me, his
"favorite crime writer",

to write his story.

Today I received this special
delivery letter from Overkill.

"A man dies tonight.

"A lonely man who
walks through the dark

"with only time as a companion.

"His death is my life.

"I cannot change that.

"Overkill."

But you can change it, Overkill.

All you have to do is
call me at this number:

555-6600.

That's a private line direct to
the phone right here beside me.

Overkill, listen to me.

Please listen to me.

I know that you are tortured.

I know that you're in the
grip of a terrible compulsion.

But I can help you.

Do you hear me?

You only have to
call me at this number,

and I will see to it that you
receive the finest psychiatric

and legal assistance available.

The burden will be...

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who's there?

You will not have to...

What do you want?

You will not have to.

I beg you.

Trust me.

You don't want to kill again.

This man you've
singled out tonight.

This lonely man.

Give him his life.

Do him and yourself
that supreme favor.

Stop right now.

Stop long enough to
let my words reach you.

Hear me, hear me, Overkill.

Hear me and trust me.

Pick up that phone.

Pick it up right now.

This phone.

Call me.

I beg you, trust me.

Let me help you.

♪♪

I want you to cover
this area thoroughly.

And get away from
that TV set over there.

Go over there and get a few
shots, and then come on over here.

And you're going to need some
men from this angle here, too.

So let's shoot
some here. All right?

Hello, Joe.

Knowing how you felt about Red
Bailey, I thought you'd want to be here.

What happened?

All we have now is that he didn't make
his 12:00 round to the watch station.

His relief found
him this morning.

Any leads?

It was Overkill.

His style all the way.

Why Red Bailey?

Why any of Overkill's victims?

I was just thinking
I got Red this job.

Some favor.

Joe, you're not
responsible for Overkill.

He's a sick man.

When he kills, it's
without sense or logic.

That makes our job
tougher, but we'll get it done.

We'll stop him.

How?

Where do you start?

We started months ago...
With Overkill's first victim.

Anything so far?

No, a lot of blind alleys.

I'd better get over to Red
Bailey's and have a look around.

I'll go along.

Right on top.

Red never forgot, did he?

You know, this
could be the answer.

The badge?

Yeah, why Overkill chose Red... A
grudge against a cop who busted him.

Not very likely.

Overkill never needed a
motivation to do his thing.

Well, I'd check every
arrest Red ever made.

Well, I'll feed it
into a computer.

- It's locked.
- Here.

I found these in Red's pocket.

"Seventh Overkill victim found."

Why the sixth?

The Marshall killing.

Well, that was number seven.

Yeah, well, Red
could count, too.

Maybe he figured Overkill
was getting too much credit.

No, no. Those seven killings
were strictly textbook Overkill.

There couldn't be an imitator?

No, we'd know about it.

There were certain
details of Overkill's M.O.

that we never talked about,
for exactly that reason.

All right.

All right, but there
could be something here.

Red was following
the Overkill case,

and he was murdered
by him, according to you.

Are you going to buy
a coincidence like that?

It's a little wild, sure.
But that's all it is.

Well, there had to be a reason that
Red was bothering with all this stuff.

It's a game people play, particularly
ex-cops. It passes the time.

Well, I knew Red.

He only played games for keeps.

I think he was breathing
down somebody's neck.

Joe, a bunch of
newspaper clippings

does not make even Red Bailey
about to crack the Overkill case.

He was the best
detective in the division

before that sniper's
bullet shattered his knee.

He was a good man, sure,
but so far we've got nothing.

Anything else in that drawer?

This.

Safe deposit box.

Well, thanks very much.

You're welcome, Lieutenant.

Miss Stevens, your records would
show when Mr. Bailey was here last?

Of course.

Could you check
them for me, please?

I can tell you exactly
when it was. Yesterday.

About 15 minutes
after closing time.

Mr. Bailey called,
said it was very urgent.

We try to accommodate our
customers under circumstances like that.

Yesterday.

Took out all his money.

Why?

We won't know
until we find Overkill.

Sorenson here.

Yes.

Yes, I received your special
delivery letter this morning.

Yes, yes.

The special agents
are on it now.

I'll give you the address
as soon as we get it.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

They show the call coming
from a public phone booth

in the Lincoln Heights district.

All right, keep on it.

The call's coming
from Lincoln Heights.

Code 137 Able...

Suspect in phone booth,
Lincoln Heights district.

All units in area copy. Over.

There it is. That's
the code for Overkill.

No, no, no. Now, listen to me.

I'm your friend.

I'm prepared to fight
for you all the way.

No, no, no. No one's
going to hurt you.

No one

Give us a chance. Is
that too much to ask?

I can't do anything
about it, Mr. Sorenson.

The pain...

I can't breathe!

I've got to kill this person.

No. No.

Now, you just stay where
you are. Let us help you.

It's no use.

No use.

I want to do what you say.

But this is how it
always is just before.

After I've done it...

I'm all right.

You trapped me.

You trapped me!

- Where is he, Colson?
- Third floor center.

He must have an
arsenal up there.

Yeah, he was
ready for us, all right.

He's going to go out
in a blaze of glory.

That's how I read it.

Oh, he made the call from
the phone booth over there.

What have you got in mind? We
can't wait for him to run out of ammo.

I've got some men working
their way around from the back.

As soon as they're in position,
we'll just start pouring it in.

Hopefully, we'll keep Overkill
flattened until they can take him.

He's not going to let anybody
near him. He'll kill himself first.

There's nothing we
can do about that.

Hold your men back.

Joe, if he decides to turn a gun
on himself, we can't stop him.

You've got to, Art. You've
got to take him alive.

It's the only way we'll find out
what happened to Red Bailey.

Sorry, Joe.

Joe! Cover him!

Hold it!

Why... came to get me, officers.

That's really more
consideration than I deserve.

Now turn around slowly
and raise your hands.

Of course, Officer.

Anything I can do to cooperate.

Hold it.

You see...

this is a hand grenade.

I've already pulled the pin.

So, this is how
it's going to end.

For all of us.

Six seconds...

after I release the handle.

Heh.

You're entitled to have
an attorney present.

You do understand that?

I'm... my own attorney.

I don't think he understands.

I have an attorney standing
by... Good man. I'll call him.

I don't want your good man!

You've already
double-crossed me once!

I'm trying to help you.

That's why you had
those calls traced.

I knew what you were doing.

The minute I left
those phone booths...

the police had arrived.

The first words I ever heard
you say were, "stop me."

I thought you meant them.

All right.

Let's call in a secretary.

I want to dictate
a full confession.

We aren't quite
ready for that yet.

There are some details we
have to straighten out first.

Such as your name.

You know who I am.

He means your real name.

We can't keep
calling you Overkill.

Why not?

It's important that we
establish your real identity.

Now, do you want
to tell us your name?

It's one of those
things I got stuck with.

John A. Lambert.

What's your address, John?

1214 Greenlee, Apartment B.

Are you employed?

What's that got to do with it?!

I killed seven people!

Seven people!

When are you going
to get to that, huh?

You mean eight, don't you?

Including the night
watchman last night?

Night watchman?

I get confused sometimes.

Why?

Why did you kill him?

I don't know.

I don't know why I...

killed any of those people.

Hello?

Mannix just went
into his office.

Good.

Mr. Mannix' office.

One moment, please.

- Insurance salesman.
- Ehh.

I'm sorry. Mr. Mannix
isn't in right now.

No, no, I don't know.

Anything happen
around here today?

Oh, a few calls.

And for real excitement, a
phone repairman looked in.

Yeah, why?

Something was wrong out on the
pole, and he had to check in here.

Here are your calls, Joe.

Are you all right?

I'm just hung up on this gut reaction
that Red Bailey wasn't killed by a psycho

who just happened to pick him
out of the whole city of Los Angeles.

Well, Overkill isn't
denying he did it, is he?

No. But he's not the most
competent witness I know of,

either for or against himself.

Well, I can tell you this.

He did call Paul Sorenson
last night on the TV show,

after he killed Red.

You're sure about that?

I was watching
it. And I tell you

my hands actually began
to shake when that phone...

That red phone on
his desk began to ring.

What time was that?

Oh, I don't know
the exact minute.

Somewhere right
after the show started.

Peggy, see if you can get me
Paul Sorenson on the phone, huh?

So, now Overkill is in custody,

and the monster who
terrified a great city

turns out to be a mild little
man named John A. Lambert,

an accountant.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Oh, uh... I'll see.

It's a Mr. Mannix.

Hello, Mannix, what
can I do for you?

Of course. I'll see you
here in half an hour.

Nancy, you can type
up those notes on yellow.

I'll be running the tape of
the last show with Mr. Mannix.

Yes, sir.

Stop right now.

Stop long enough to
let my words reach you.

Hear me, Overkill.

Hear me.

And trust me.

Pick up that phone.

Pick it up this moment.

And call me.

Let me help you.

Sorenson here.

I guess you can turn
it off, Mr. Sorenson.

I've got what I need, thank you.

The phone call came in exactly
two minutes and ten seconds

after you went on the air.

- Is it important... the time?
- It could be.

You're absolutely sure that the
man that called you was Overkill?

Yes, of course.

Hmm. Putting out that
phone number on the air...

It could be some
joker playing games.

No, no, no. It was Overkill.

I've talked to him
too many times.

Can you recall what he said?

Well, I can do better than that.

I've taped every conversation
I've had with Overkill,

including the one last night.

No, thanks.

Anytime you care to hear them...

For now, I'll settle for the
general idea of that last call.

Did he mention having
killed Red Bailey?

No.

Doesn't that seem strange?

Mr. Mannix, everything
is strange about Overkill.

Including his ability to be
in two places at one time.

Okay, so Red's station clock
was smashed at 10:05... agreed.

Yeah. And Sorenson started
his pitch to Overkill at 10:03,

according to the station log.

A little over two minutes into the
pitch, he got the call from Overkill.

You were taping all of the
calls coming in from Sorenson?

- Right.
- Including this one?

Yeah, It came from a service
station at Beverly and Melrose.

- Next question.
- I know, I know.

How did he do it?

How did he get from Red Bailey
back to the telephone in time?

Sorenson is positive the
call came from Overkill.

That he's right.

The officer that checked the phone
call said he found Overkill's usual note

jammed in the coin
slot of the telephone.

So, Overkill didn't murder
Red Bailey.. He couldn't have.

What about the M.O.?

Well, if Red's death could
pass with you as an original,

maybe Red had something when
he changed the number of victims

on that newspaper clipping.

Maybe... Maybe there
was one other victim

that Overkill wasn't responsible
for, and Red found out.

And it cost him is life.

Yeah.

I think we'd better
talk to Overkill.

Joe, do you think we can
trust anything this guy says?

For now, he's our best lead.

Get that door open, quick!

Get the doctor!

Forget it, Art.

Too late.

You okay, Joe?

Never better.

The next-door neighbor saw the
open door and a body on the floor

and called the manager.

You were the body.

Well, I thought maybe we had missed
something when we were here earlier.

Any reason to think so?

Well, the man at the
door must have thought so.

Well, he could
have been a burglar.

Yeah.

Well, I admire his work.

He's very tidy.

Except for that.

What would a thief
be doing around here?

There's nothing here to steal.

What are you looking for?

The finial from that lamp.

There must have been one
there to balance the shade.

Joe, is that really important?

Well, there was one here this
morning. The shade was straight.

Here it is.

Our tidy little burglar
must have removed it.

I think he was here to
steal his own property.

You know what I think it was?

- A bug.
- Yeah.

Somebody was awfully interested in
what Red was doing on his own time,

why Red was so sure
that one of Overkill's victims

wasn't Overkill's doing.

Wanted to hear every phone
conversation and every discussion.

That somebody could
have been very interested

in what we had to say here, too.

Yeah.

Tell me, Art, how many
men in the department

have been close to the
Overkill investigation,

that would know his
signature and things like that?

Three. Two guys in the bureau
who are working on the case with me.

Well, uh, what about
ambulance attendants?

Coroner's office?

We had an arrangement
with the department.

No one handled
two Overkill victims.

Same goes for our lab people.

Well, how about Sorenson?

He's been phone pals
with Overkill from the start.

He'd probably know his
M.O. better than anybody.

- Oh, come on, Joe.
- You know something, Art?

I'm suddenly becoming
very interested

in hearing those tapes Sorenson's
got of Overkill's phone contacts.

I want you to make
that editor understand

that if he can't keep his writers
from saying things like that about me,

he'll have to face
the consequences.

I can kill him, too!

I've been watching him.

I might actually enjoy doing it.

Mr. Sorenson, believe me...

I do mean it!

And that editor had
better believe me, too.

Unless he...

wants to join the others.

That was the next-to-last phone
conversation I had with Overkill,

the night Bailey was murdered.

He didn't mention Red Bailey.

As I told you.

Those are all the tapes?

Yes. All of them.

What about Collier Lynd,
Overkill's fourth victim?

I didn't hear his name
mentioned, either.

Hey, come to think
of it, you're right.

Yeah, let's check.

Lynd. Collier Lynd.

Here we are.

Mm-hmm.

According to my notes, I did not
receive a phone call from Overkill

the night of the Lynd killing.

Did you get a letter from him,

saying he was going to kill someone
the night Lynd was murdered?

Yes, the usual, with
words cut from newspapers.

And another one the next day,
which acknowledged killing Lynd.

I know that everything Overkill
did was strange, Mr. Sorenson.

But how do you explain that
this particular discrepancy

never occurred to you before?

I don't, Mr. Mannix.

The fact didn't seem
very important, that's all.

What do you have on Lynd?

Yes, sir?

Nancy, would you please
bring in the file on Collier Lynd?

Oh, right away, Mr. Sorenson.

Who was he?

Collier Lynd was an ex-convict

who was wanted for parole
violation at the time he was murdered.

What kind of violation?

Changed his address without
reporting it to his parole officer.

Hadn't been heard from for nearly
three months at the time he was killed.

Mr. Mannix would
like to see the file.

Thank you.

Anything else, Mr. Sorenson?

- That'll be all, Nancy.
- Yes, sir.

I notice that you
got a note here

saying that Lynd just quit his job in
Bakersfield and dropped out of sight.

That's right.

Was he running from something?

I interviewed everyone
who knew him in Bakersfield.

They just didn't know.

Hmm.

Well, thank you, Mr. Sorenson.

Not at all.

Mr. Sorenson's office.

Hello, doll.

I can't talk now.

Mannix was just in
there with the genius.

What did he want?

I don't know.

Don't con me, Sweetheart.

You wouldn't want the genius
to get his brains scrambled.

What did Mannix and
your boss talk about?

They were looking
through the Collier Lynd file.

And?

Well, Mr...

Mr. Mannix was asking
about Lynd's prison record.

Joe Mannix.

As you can see, Lynd's
prison record was outstanding.

Yeah. Behavior, attitude...

He reads out like
a rehabilitated man.

We thought so. Like I
told your friend Red Bailey,

Lynd was committed
for grand theft auto.

He was a kid, barely 21.
He was never any problem.

Red Bailey was here? When?

A week, ten days ago.
It seems kind of strange

that he'd be killed by the same psycho
who got Lynd over three months ago.

Yeah, very strange.

I see Lynd was a witness in a
murder trial while he was here.

Yeah, he was the
only witness we had.

A con out of L.A. named
Jack Dennis knifed a guard.

- He's in death row.
- Tell me about him.

Dennis? A small-time hood.

Trouble all the way.

Lynd shortened his stay
here by at least a year

when he testified against him.

Yeah.

I wonder how much
he shortened his life.

Well, thank you, Mr. Caldwell.

You're welcome.

Frank?

Take that back for
me will you, please?

Joe Mannix saw the warden,
went through the Lynd file.

Frank!

I want Mannix hit.

Malcolm.

Art, check the package on
a man named Jack Dennis,

and tell me if Red
ever busted him.

I happen to know that
Dennis had a perfect alibi

for the night Red was
murdered. He was on death row.

I know.

But check anyway and call
me back. I'd appreciate it.

Okay, Joe, you're a citizen.

You pay my salary.

Yeah.

- I don't know how they missed you.
- I live right.

All right, Joe.

Who was shooting at you?

They didn't say.

I checked out Jack Dennis.

He's an interesting fellow.

How interesting?

Jack Dennis was busted by
Red Bailey... Armed robbery.

I had a feeling there was a
connection. Anything else?

Yeah. Just after
Dennis was sent up,

a sniper bullet shot
away Red's kneecap.

A coincidence. Or
Dennis has friends.

No. Much better than friends...

A godfather.

Ty Webber.

At least, that's the
report from Intelligence.

Mr. Mannix' office.

Just a moment, please.

Come on, Art. I'll
walk you to your car.

Mr. Mannix isn't in right
now. Can you call back?

Joe, I'm overwhelmed...
This unexpected courtesy.

My office is bugged.

A telephone repairman
showed up the other day,

said there was trouble on the line. I
checked with the office... no record.

Oh, and smile.

We may also be on Candid Camera.

You know, I could
have that bug traced,

in case your insurance
agent calls again.

No, I don't want
to disturb the setup.

I'm planning on feeding him
something I want him to hear.

I'll call you in half an
hour. When I do, ham it up.

Joe, you're not going
to do anything I...

Art, you're not smiling.

You're not going to do anything I don't
know about until we wrap this up, right?

Half an hour, huh?

In Sacramento, a new
tax bill was signed into law.

The new bill represents a hike of
$2 billion over last year's increase.

And now we go to Wilton Smith
with our remote camera unit

at the San Felipe
Correctional Institution.

This is Wilton Smith
with a remote camera unit

here at San Felipe
Correctional Institution.

Today is a very important
day in the life of Ty Webber,

underworld boss.

Today, after serving three years

of a ten-year prison term for jury
tampering, Webber goes home.

He'll be coming through that
gate to freedom any moment now.

In fact, yes, here he comes.

Mr. Webber, can I have a
statement for my television audience?

No way.

Just one question, sir.
Do you have any plans?

I'm going home, see if I can
wash the stink of this place off me.

Hey, Ty, you look
good on television.

I look better here.

What are you doing about Mannix?

He's nowhere.

I won't miss again.

Make sure.

I just spent three years
mopping floors in San Felipe

because of some
"nowhere" people.

Lieutenant Malcolm.

Art? Now, do me a favor, huh?

- Get your men off my back.
- What men?

Now look, I'm trying to make
some bread as a private cop.

My clients are entitled
to some privacy.

Joe, somebody
is shooting at you.

Well, that's my problem.

Call your wolf pack off,
and maybe they'll stop.

Okay, Joe. It's your neck.

Mannix.

Mannix, I hear you've been
asking questions about Colly Lynd.

One or two.

Would you like some answers?

What'll it cost?

Oh, it ought to be worth
at least a thousand.

Okay. If the answers are right.

Red Bailey thought they were.

Red bought them?

The afternoon
before he was killed.

We met at the bank, so
he could get the money.

Where will I meet you?

Do you know the
Japanese Village?

Yeah.

It's closed tomorrow.

I'll be there at daybreak.

Come alone, or don't come.

And bring the money.

He'll be there.

Good.

I'm looking forward to it.

You?

Shouldn't you be someplace
establishing an alibi?

I'll be there.

Very much there.

Mr. Mannix?

I brought the money.

But I'd like to know
what I'm paying for.

The killer you're after.

Who is he?

You're talking to him.

I take it Red Bailey didn't
know you murdered Lynd...

or you wouldn't be here.

No. I told him Lynd was
blackmailing Paul Sorenson...

until Sorenson
finally had enough.

And you got rid of Lynd by
using Overkill's M.O. as a cover.

That's about it.

- And Red bought it?
- He had to.

I had Sorenson's notes.

I knew Overkill's M.O.
right down to the last dot.

Where'd you get it?

Sorenson's secretary.

She's got a thing for her boss,

doesn't want him hurt.

Or herself.

Jake.

When they come to feed the
dolphins, they'll find us here.

The police know I
suspected Sorenson,

so they'll figure we squared
off and killed each other.

And you get away clean.

Publicity bores me.

Jake.

I'll take the money, Mannix.

Kill him!

You stay here and
don't make any noise.

I'm going to circle around.

You go around that
way. I'll look up here.

Hold it right there!
Now, don't move!

Drop the gun!

Now, I want you to
sound off loud and clear.

Tell your friend you got me.

Sound off.

It wouldn't take
much. Sound off!

Webber, we've got Mannix!

In the teahouse.

In the teahouse!

Oh, really?

Get rid of your gun, Mannix.

Uh-uh.

Lassiter won't do you any good.

This thing will shoot through
him as if he were paper.

Prove it.

Ty, don't!

Joe!

We'll take care of him.

You're a little late.

You seemed to have
started without us.

Mr. Mannix, you really had
a notion that I was a suspect.

Yeah.

Nobody's perfect.