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(dynamic music)

- She sure as hell has been standing there

a long time.

Maybe she's just waiting for a straight date.

There she goes.

Fast.

Once more, sweetheart, just once more

and I'm gonna bust your ass.

The girl, make your deal, let's go.

Get into that car.

No doubt about it, sweetheart,

you're a whore and I know it.

There she is again.

Okay, baby, here you go.

And if you so desire and cannot afford one

an attorney will be appointed to you

before questioning without charge.

Do you understand each of these rights

I have explained to you?

- I understand.

- What's your name?

- Linda.

- You been busted before?

- No.

- Hmm, it's a shame.

A thing like this can really screw up your life.

- I really needed the money, you know.

- You got a habit?

- A what?

- A habit, hooked on something, drugs.

- No, not me.

- Oh, I get it, boyfriend, huh?

- Yes.

(sighs)

- Well, don't take it so hard.

It's not that bad, Linda.

Do you got a bail bondsman?

Some cash?

- $50.

- It's not enough.

Boyfriend got a job?

- No.

- Huh, I take it back, it's bad.

I mean, you could be three days in the slammer

before you ever see the inside of a courtroom.

It's your first offense, the judge will probably give you

a small fine and 30 days in Civil Brand which is no palace.

They got some mean bull dykes there.

I tell you what, gimme a blowjob and I'll let you go.

- A what?

- You heard me.

Well, what do you say?

- I don't know what to say.

- Oh, come on.

What do you do with those other guys?

You suck 'em off, you fuck 'em in the backseat, right?

You'll get a better deal with me, sweetheart.

For 30 minutes, I'll save you 30 days.

And I'll even give my courtesy card.

You get picked up again it's a free ride.

So what'll it be?

- 30 minutes.

(sultry music)

- Okay, strip it down.

Well?

Get busy.

Alright. That's enough of that shit.

Stop it! You're hurting me!

(Linda crying)

- Please don't kill me.

- You do exactly what I say.

- I will, I will, anything you ask.

- That's right.

- I'll do anything you want.

- That's right.

(thunder cracking)

- Run, run for it and I'll put a bullet

right between your tits.

- (cries) I won't.

I promise I won't run.

- Do just what I say and I'll let you go.

- (cries) Yes, anything you want.

- And I'll give you my courtesy card and no cops bother you.

- (cries) All right.

I'll do anything, please don't kill me.

- Get out!

(tense music)

Move in front of the car.

(thunder cracking)

(ominous music)

I've got a gun pointed at you.

You make a wrong move and I shoot.

(thunder cracking)

Sit down in the dirt.

Lay down.

Spread your legs.

That's it.

Now, play with yourself.

(thunder cracking)

(rain pattering)

Roll around in the mud.

(moving to eerie music)

Roll around like a dog.

Now lay down in the mud and jerk off!

Jerk off!

Jerk OFF!

Take your clothes.

Get back into town on your own.

I don't wanna get my car dirty.

(tense music)

(police radio chattering)

- [Officer] Will be in the area of Fuller and Melrose.

It's a female Caucasian, has brown hair and brown eyes.

Four feet tall, 70 pounds, eight years of age.

She's wearing a pink and blue striped dress.

Have a missing juvenile.

- [Dispatcher] Repeat that 101.

- [Man On Phone] I know it, I can't help it, honey.

It's gotta be and Poole was just relieved.

And he does it over, too, over and over and over.

- [Man] Jim.

- Here he comes now.

I'll get this to him.

Yeah, I'll be home in 20 minutes.

It won't take any more than that.

I promise.

- Hey Eddie, where the hell have you been?

You're late again and I've been waiting to go home.

- Got hung by the rain.

- Well, you're always hung up by something.

You know, I suggest this weekend you get some rest.

You keep dragging your ass in here all pussy whipped,

tired out all the time, late constantly.

(scoffs) And not only that,

Mr. Douglas doesn't like it either.

(gentle whistling music)

- [Woman On Radio] Gonna need to a patrol

at 71 Van Nuys.

(birds chirping)

(waves splashing)

(gun firing) (woman screaming)

(gun firing)

(furniture clattering)

(tense whistling music)

- [Man] You little shit.

I'm ready to go (grunts).

(woman grunting)

- [Woman] No!

Put that down, please!

- [Man] You little slut!

(woman screams)

- [Woman] No!

- [Man] Well, I'm just gonna slap the shit out of you.

You dirty little cunt!

You saw him again, didn't you?

You been fucking him all the time, haven't you?

- I haven't seen him once. (ominous music)

- [Man] You lying mother fucker.

I'm gonna give you another cunt right in your belly.

- [Woman] No!

- Wow, I'm just gonna slap you.

(woman screams)

- [Man] You dirty little shit.

Come here, you cunt.

(woman grunting)

You've sucked your last cock.

- [Woman] No!

Somebody stop him!

(grunting and screaming)

(gun firing) (woman screams)

- I hope that's in your ass, didn't I (laughs)?

- [Woman] No!

- [Man] Use it.

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

(typewriter clacking) (people chattering)

- [Jim] Come in!

- [Bob] Here it is, Lieutenant.

- Sit down, Bob.

(phone ringing)

Oh, Christ!

Hold on a second.

Cable.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, you hold him until I can get down there.

Hold him.

Bye.

(sighs)

Looks like the only one that comes close is Gerard Philips.

And let's see, he's in federal at Terminal Island.

- Right.

All the rest are just too far off physically

to fit the description.

- [Jim] Who questioned the whore?

- Uh, Officer Anderson and Malone.

- 5'8", 150, brown hair, fully outfitted with uniform

and black and white squad car.

She was promised a courtesy card from the officer

which she never received and that was the only reason

she was back on the streets.

Well, you gotta give the little bastard credit.

He's got a novel way to get his nuts off.

- Yeah.

- Here, take this to Captain Marshall right away.

- Yes, sir.

(phone buzzing)

- Hold on.

Yeah, this is Cable.

Looks like we have a 911-niner,

unknown suspect impersonating a police officer.

I suggest to Captain Marshall he advise all units

to be on the alert and put out an APB.

I have the M.O. and description on the way right now.

That's what I said, thank you.

- [Dispatcher] 6095, you have an express at 5-0 Sunset.

At the hospital, the emergency department.

- [Eddie Voiceover] Nothing on that murder.

She killed that guy and nothing's come down.

He must've been big that body, buried it in the back

and nobody miss him.

Somebody would miss him.

- [Dispatcher] All units, uh, requesting

repeat on the inner.

Do you have an out at the northeast corner

of Fuller and Melrose.

She was seen going--

- [Eddie Voiceover] No matter what, she's a murderess.

She should be caught and punished.

No murderer should ever get away.

I'll cool it for awhile.

They'll catch her.

I'll just wait, give them time.

She's got to be punished!

(car door thuds)

(sultry jazzy music)

- Okay, you're next.

- Hi.

- You ever, uh, been here before?

- No.

I'm just a little tense.

- Don't worry about that.

We can take care of it.

We got a special introductory massage.

One girl, 15 minutes, 10 bucks.

But if you'd rather, we got two girls nude.

One specializes in French and one specializes in Japanese.

It's $30 and uh,

anything else you want

you arrange with the girl.

- I'll take the $30.

- Huh?

- I'll take the 30.

- Before we get started, I have to ask you the big question.

- What's that?

- [Woman] Are you now or have you ever been

a member of a law enforcement agency?

- No.

- [Woman] Okay.

Did you want more than just the massage?

- How much is more?

- [Woman] 50 more for whatever you want.

- Okay.

- [Woman] You can rest here for awhile.

(door thuds)

(tense music)

(ominous whistling music)

(man grunts)

(woman shouts)

(man and woman shouting)

(man panting)

(man grunting)

(woman shouts)

(man grunting)

(gun firing) (woman grunts)

(man grunting)

(man shouting)

(moving to dramatic music)

(woman grunting)

(eerie music)

(gun firing)

(Eddie grunting)

(Eddie gasps)

- Everything okay, mister?

Uh, that'll be $80, sir.

- Sure.

You and those two girls are under arrest.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- You know exactly what I'm talking about.

- That's bullshit.

They asked you if you was a cop and you said no.

That's entrapment.

I know my rights.

- I don't care what you call it.

I call it running a whorehouse.

Now let's get ready to go.

- Look, officer, I don't want no trouble.

- Well, you've got it.

Now get those girls dressed and ready.

I'm calling a wagon.

(police radio chattering)

- [Dispatcher] He will be at Fuller and Melrose.

Detect all 95, detect all 95.

Ambulance and begin investigation.

5221 1/2 Virginia Avenue.

- [Eddie Voiceover] Still nothing.

They haven't caught her yet.

It's been over 11 hours.

What the hell is wrong with those cops?

Somebody else must've heard those shots.

If they'd have let me on the force,

I sure as hell would be over there.

I'd find the fucking body.

I'd lock that cunt up for life!

They said I'm too short for the force, right?

And all those big, smart guys

can't figure out what the fuck's going on.

- [Dispatcher] So, 35,

the Side Taste at Hollywood and Highland.

Stand by for the information on your license

or the other AT.

- [Dispatcher] 13U1, 13U1, meet 13C73 on tag two.

(somber whistling music)

(gun firing)

(birds chirping)

(tense whistling music)

(man inhaling deeply)

(woman sucking)

- [Eddie Voiceover] Look at that.

She murdered some guy this morning

and she's sucking some guy off tonight.

- Oh, yes. - Maybe he's in on it.

Maybe he'll drag the body.

(woman panting)

He was a big guy, six feet.

She'd have had a lot of trouble moving him herself.

That's it, she had help!

And this is the guy who helped her.

(woman moaning)

And now she's paying him back.

Of course, that's it.

So I'll call the cops.

I'll turn them in.

And they'll know what a bunch of fools they've been.

Every guy in that police force, all those goddamn gorillas.

Over 5'10" and every one of them is a bunch of fools.

Hey, maybe they won't admit it.

Maybe they'll say they knew it all the time

and they were just waiting for her to make a move.

And they put me in the background.

They'll tell the papers I interfered with the case.

They'll lie to get credit for the bust.

(woman grunting)

(man panting)

(woman moaning)

(man grunting) (woman moaning)

- [Man] Say, oh.

- [Eddie Voiceover] I've gotta do it myself.

I've got to find a way to do it myself.

And then they'll all know who I am.

They'll know I can do it.

I'll be in all the papers that I made the arrest,

I found the body.

Then they won't be able to keep me off the force.

Public opinion will be on my side.

That's it. (man grunts)

I'll find a way (man coughing)

to do it myself.

(birds chirping)

- [Dispatcher] 914 Malibu Way.

Accidental shooting, suspected suicide.

Ambulance on the way.

- [Eddie Voiceover] Suicide?

So that's it.

Well, she's not getting away with that garbage.

I'm going to be very careful.

I'm going to play it cool.

She'll confess to me and I'll take her in,

right into the station.

And they'll all stand there with their mouths hanging open

like a pack of goddamn fools.

(gentle whistling music)

(tense music)

- [Dispatcher] 1387 by the pier.

- [Dispatcher] Yeah to Provident north

and porter repeat.

13L16, roger.

Stopping to Provident north.

So remand at South Patriot Court,

other Van Nuys, repeat.

(tense rhythmic music)

(eerie music)

- Officer Anderson, ma'am.

May I come in?

- Well, I was just gonna take a walk to the beach.

- It'll only take a moment.

(birds chirping)

- All right.

May I help you?

- I was sent over by the department

to ask you a few more questions about your husband's death.

- I don't understand.

I thought the case was closed.

- Yeah, well, they changed their mind

and it's open again.

- Look, Detective Lieutenant Cable was on the case.

I would like to talk to him.

- You may not.

I'm handling this case now.

And I have reason to suspect that your husband

did not commit suicide.

- If you'll excuse me, I'm going to talk

to Lieutenant Cable.

- Don't do that.

Lieutenant Cable is off this case and I'm in charge now.

- All right, what is it that you want?

- Sit down.

- Well, must you keep pointing that thing at me?

- You did kill him, didn't you.

Why did you do it?

- You're not a cop.

What are you?

- All you have to worry about is answering my questions.

You know that there's blood over here

at the foot of the stairs, don't you?

You know it's here, don't you?

- [Woman] I know nothing of the kind.

- You murdered him here and you took him out of here

and made it look like a suicide.

I know what you are and I know who you are!

And, lady, believe me, you're not gonna get away with it!

(sighs)

There's really no reason to be afraid of me.

You look like you could use a drink.

Where do you keep your liquor?

- [Woman] It's by the refrigerator.

- Drink will calm you down.

(dramatic music)

(Eddie's hand slapping) (woman grunting)

You did it and I know you did it.

(woman grunts) You're not gonna

get away from me.

I'm a policeman, I can arrest you

any time I want to! - No!

(Eddie grunts)

(woman shouting and panting)

- Now you do exactly as you're told!

(woman shouting and panting)

- Oh, oh.

(tense jazzy music)

(door clattering)

(dramatic music)

- Here's your lunch.

- Oh, but my arms are so tired.

Please take me out of these cuffs.

- Later.

Now you'll eat.

- I don't want it.

- Prisoners who are difficult receive punishment.

Eat!

- (cries) Please, you've gotta get me out of here!

Please, nobody will believe you.

Please.

You're not a policeman.

You'll never prove it.

Please!

- Since you're not hungry, I'll have go get the matron

try to give you your bath.

- No.

- Maybe after that you'll have an appetite.

- Oh, oh (cries).

No!

(tense jazzy music)

(cuffs clattering)

(phone clattering)

(grunting)

(ominous music)

- It's time for your bath.

(gentle whistling music)

Your trial will be starting in a few days now.

- What are you talking about?

- You've been accused of murder.

You'll have to stand trial.

- Oh, listen, you've gotta stop this insanity.

My boyfriend is coming around here soon.

You've gotta get out of here.

- The boyfriend?

Don't worry 'cause I'm ready for him.

What I need right now is your written confession.

(woman gasps)

(dramatic music) - Okay, okay.

I did it!

But it was an accident!

Really, it was an accident (cries).

- [Eddie] Very well, I'll type your confession up.

(gun firing)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

- Hello, yeah, can I speak to Lieutenant Cable?

(sighs) It's an emergency.

- [Dispatcher] Detail party.

You at to see the wall madam.

485 suspect.

He was a male oriental, 20 years of age,

wearing dark clothes.

(tense music)

- Hey, look at that cop car.

It's got a black top and it doesn't have police plates.

That's gotta be the guy on the APB.

- It's gotta be.

- It's unit 85, unit 85.

R-E the 911-niner.

R-E the 911-niner.

Suspect just passed our position

at Lincoln and 5th.

- [Dispatcher] Say.

Car 17, car 714 Quinn.

(dynamic music)

- Oh, Jules, oh.

Oh, thank God you're here.

Somehow he found out we moved the body.

- Uh, let's, let's talk about it inside, come on.

(siren blaring) (dramatic music)

- [Officer] Look at that son-of-a-bitch.

He's losing control.

- [Officer] Yeah, they said he may have taken a shot.

(tires screeching)

We better not get too close.

If he spins out we'll be up his ass.

This is car 54 to control.

Suspect is driving erratically.

We're now off of the city southbound

Lincoln and Woodrow Wilson Drive.

(tires screeching)

(eerie music)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music)

(tires screeching)

(dynamic music)

- [Officer] Easy, take it nice and easy.

He may be armed.

He's dead.

Son-of-a-bitch is dead.

- [Officer] Call for the wagon.

(somber music)

(dramatic music)

(sultry music)