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(BLOWING)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

(GUN COCKING)

(CLICKING)

But, what I wanna to know, honey, is what are you gonna do now?

I'm gonna be happy for a change.

After all, he ain't the only man in the world.

There's plenty of good fish in the sea, I always say.

Besides, I was getting kind of sick of him. It's time I run into somebody new.

(BOY CRYING)

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home.

MOTHER: You always want to go home.

Say, why don't you watch where you're going?

You might have hurt this lady. Come on.

Young fool.

(STOPLIGHT CLANGING)

Glad you liked it.

- WOMAN: Do you work every day? - Sure.

- Be here tomorrow? - Of course. Always.

- Good night, then. - Good night, Millie.

- I'll see ya tomorrow. - Okay.

I... I want to get the state prison at Huntsberg.

No. No, I don't know the number.

She always drink two malts?

Oh, let her. It's good for business.

- Your business. Monkey business. - What?

Sandy, what's the matter?

Uh, just a minute.

Can I have some change, please?

Why, certainly.

- All right. - Sandy, I didn't do anything.

- SANDY: Not yet you didn't do anything. - I was just waiting...

Hello?

This is Mr Edward Miller. I'd like to speak to Dr Gillette, please.

It's very important.

What?

Two weeks?

Well... Well, what's his number there?

But I've got to reach him.

I told you, it's very important. It's a matter of life or...

Well, listen, there must be a phone near where he is.

Well, can't you...

Well, can you please tell me if...

(SIGHING)

All right.

All right.

All right!

I guess, I do. But you make me so mad.

Did you get your party?

Didn't get his party.

Do you know how much coffee I've had today?

Seventeen cups. Hmm!

The Brazilians ought to give me a medal.

- What is it? - Second-degree burns.

- Chadwick's in with him. - Mm-hmm.

Here's his card.

Edward Burnside. Well, the name fits.

Right hand. Electric stove.

Yeah, friend, a man's got no business fooling around with stoves.

They're strictly a woman's business.

- You're not married, huh? - No.

You're missing a big deal, friend.

So you get married.

So your wife does all the cooking.

So she's the one that gets burned.

So what happens?

So she comes and cries on your shoulder,

and you pat her head and give her a kiss or two.

Yeah, that's living. Keep your hand still.

Next day she tells you to climb on a ladder and clean out the closet,

and you fall and break a leg.

I don't know. They got you coming and going.

- Everything all right? - Just finished.

You'll have to sign this, Mr Burnside.

Your left hand will do.

- Can I see you a minute outside, Chad? - Sure.

You notice anything funny about...

Outside of the fact that he did it on purpose, no.

You think it was self-inflicted?

Look, to get a second degree like that,

he'd have had to hold his hand on a burner a couple of seconds, at least.

- Sure it was self-inflicted. - Mm-hmm.

Gimme a minute, will you?

Mr Burnside, I want to ask you a question.

Were you ever in a mental hospital?

- Only when I was in prison. - Prison?

In the psycho ward.

But they... They let me go.

Why?

My sentence was up.

Dr Gillette wanted to keep me, but... they let me go.

What'd you go up for?

I...

I hit someone, a girl.

Why?

I don't know.

How do you feel now?

Not right. I don't feel right.

- You gonna keep me here? - Uh, I don't know.

Stay where you are for a minute, will you?

Well?

- I'm gonna send him upstairs. - You crazy?

Not as crazy as he is.

He'll make five loopies you've sent up in the past two weeks.

(SIREN WAILING)

- Where are the rest of them now? - That's not my fault.

Look, forget it. They'll only wrap him up in a cold sheet,

keep him around for three days, then give him back to the Indians.

Besides, we've got some more business.

All right, boys, full house coming in. One stretcher. One warm.

Oh, great. Let's go, Chad.

Okay, friend, you can go now.

ORDERLY: A little room, Mac, a little room.

Listen, don't you think this is a funny way to get hurt?

- Sure, friend. - Don't...

Aren't you away yet, Miller?

I will be in a minute. It's not easy with this hand.

- You sure you can drive? - Don't worry, I can drive.

I don't worry. The company worries.

And just remember, if you have an accident, you're responsible.

(SIREN WAILING)

- JEAN: Who is it? -Cleaner.

All right, Eddie.

- Hello, Eddie. - Hello, Miss Darr.

I was hoping you'd get here earlier.

Just put 'em in on the bed. I'll hang 'em up later.

What have you been doing?

- What? - Your hand, you've hurt it.

Oh, uh... I was playing ball yesterday.

I... I got spiked in a ball game.

I didn't know you were a ball player.

- I'm a lot of things. - Man of many talents?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

I never seem to know a man like that.

Are you going someplace?

Not unless I get this down.

Well, here, here. Let me give you a hand.

Thanks.

(CHUCKLING)

Eddie, you're sweet. Just put it on the bed.

Actually, I'm only going away for a couple of days with a friend of mine.

That's why I was hoping you'd get here earlier, Eddie.

- I want you to do me a favour, will you? - Well, if it's something I can.

Well, it's this dress.

I tried it on to see it was okay this morning,

and then I noticed this stain.

I want to wear it when I go away, Eddie.

Do you think Alpine could do a rush job on it for me

and get it back to me by tomorrow?

Well, I don't know. I'll have to ask one of the men.

Uh, what kind of a stain is it?

Brandy. At least, I think it's brandy.

There was this drunk the other night, and I forgot about it.

He must have spilled something, and I didn't...

I'll get one of the men to do it.

Oh, Eddie, you're wonderful. Tell you what...

You go in the kitchen and get a beer out of the icebox,

and I'll slip this off.

All right.

(UNZIPPING)

There's an opener right there by the bottles.

Find it all right?

Yes, I found it, Miss Darr.

I'm sorry. I forgot about your hand.

I see you got it opened all right.

Yeah, sure, it was easy.

I didn't know baseball was such a dangerous game.

Well, anybody can get hurt anytime.

You're so right, Eddie.

Not just in games, either.

Is it hot out? I haven't been out yet.

No, it's nice.

But you're sweating.

Oh, am I? I didn't know.

- Well, the beer will cool you off. - (DOORBELL BUZZING)

Excuse me.

JEAN: What is it?

Al?

(CHUCKLING)

What are you doing up so early?

Sure, come on up.

Um, that's my friend. He's coming up.

Eddie, would you mind finishing your beer

out on the back porch?

Al's just like every other trumpet player. He's jealous.

I wouldn't want him to get any ideas.

And I'll expect the dress tomorrow.

You're a darling, Eddie.

(SHATTERING)

(SWING MUSIC PLAYING IN CLUB)

(BUZZING)

Anyone down there?

(COCKING)

(PLAYING JAZZ BALLAD)

Gets better every time. Play it again, Jeannie girl.

Listen, that's five times I've played it for you already.

People might want to hear something else.

No. They ain't listenin'.

I'm the only one that's listenin'. Play it again, Jeannie girl.

Pete?

What's the matter, Jeannie? You want to run off with me?

It's this man. Five times I've played a song for him,

and now he wants to hear it again.

What's the matter? You know only one song?

Jeannie knows lots of songs.

Let her play and you'll hear a million songs.

I only wanna hear this song.

But maybe somebody else wants to hear something else.

Maybe I want to hear something else.

Listen, I've been payin' for this. I bought nine drinks here tonight.

Maybe nine drinks are too many for you. Maybe you better go home.

Hey, you can't do that to me.

I just did it.

Now, are you going to leave quiet or do you need a little help?

All right. But you'll be sorry.

Nobody's making a fool out of me.

- Nice fellow. - You oughta be used to it by now.

I never get used to it.

Jeannie. Play me something.

Play me 'Plaisir d'amour'.

So you can go off in a corner and cry?

With that song and the way business is, I cry right out in public.

(LAUGHING)

(PLAYING PIANO)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Are you sure you don't want me to get you a cab?

Walking's the only exercise I get these days.

But I don't like you out alone like this at night.

What makes you think I'm alone?

After all, I'm leaving early.

How do you know I don't have someone waiting for me around the corner?

I wish it was me.

- Good night, Jeannie. - Good night, Pete.

(GUNSHOT)

- (PEOPLE CLAMOURING) - MAN: I almost seen it.

I just finished looking out the window, and I went back into the kitchen to take a pill,

and I heard this backfire.

I waited a minute and I thought to myself,

"It's a funny kind of a backfire. I never heard a backfire like that before."

So I went back to the window and looked and she was laying there,

- and this fella was bending over her. - What fella?

Oh, Pete, there. The fella that owns the bar. He come running out, I guess.

Oh, look. They're going to take another picture.

- Okay. - Where's Lieutenant Kafka?

Inside, him and Ferris both.

Ask him if he's all through out here. We'd like to take off.

Okay.

They want to know if they can remove the body, Lieutenant.

Did you get your pictures?

- Yes, sir. - All right.

How about one with the sheet off, Lieutenant? Just one, that's all.

- Not a chance. - Why not? What's the matter?

Listen, food's too expensive to spoil people's appetite for breakfast.

I wouldn't want a dead girl on my front page.

You've got one anyway.

I don't like dead girls on the front page or anywhere else.

Should've been with me last night. You wouldn't have liked a couple of live ones.

I had a lot of trouble last night.

You're gonna have a lot of trouble tonight, too.

Get over there to that building.

Start from the roof and check every apartment that fronts on the street.

I'll be inside seeing what they got to say.

Right.

- Okay. Break it up. Show's over. - Yes, sir.

All right, let's go, boys. Break it up.

All right. Go home. Go home!

Well, you see, I live across the street over there.

- Go across the street. - Oh.

That little girl shouldn't be out this time of night.

- I'm her mother. - Well, that makes her a lucky kid.

Come on, home, please.

Go home. Go home!

MAN #1: I still say we were cheated in that game.

Uh, it's just a game.

- I don't care how it came out. - Fill her up.

MAN #1: Well, I care how it came out. I had some money bet on the game.

MAN #2: Hey, Mac, you seen that play on the television tonight, didn't you?

BARTENDER: Twenty-five.

MAN #3: The one at second that all that rhubarb was about?

You know, in the fourth, where they thumbed Parsons out.

MAN #4: It's what he deserved.

You smiling at me?

- No, I'm smiling at everybody. - Mm-hmm.

- Business good today? - I'm not a businessman.

Ah. This is what businessmen carry around.

Oh, I'm an engineer.

Oh. On the railroads?

No, I... I build things.

You know, bridges and things.

I just got back from Hawaii today.

I was building a bridge in Hawaii.

That's why I'm smiling at everybody. I... I'm glad to be home.

It sure is great to be stateside again.

- What do you want? A drink? - No, no. I got one back there.

That how you hurt your hand, building the bridge?

Huh?

Oh! Oh, that, uh...

No, that was on the boat coming back.

They were shooting skeet on the boat.

A gun went off by mistake, and I got a few slugs in my hand.

Oh, poor kid.

You know, I like you.

You got a nice face.

Poor kid.

What was the name of the bridge?

EDDIE: Oh, the Burnside Bridge.

WOMAN: What was the name of the river?

Oh, it wasn't on a river.

It was, uh... between two islands. Five miles long.

Nobody ever built a bridge that long. That's crazy.

What was the name of the islands?

Hawaii and, uh... uh, Burnside Island.

I never heard of a Burnside Island.

All those islands got Hawaiian names, like Cocowakahiki and stuff like that.

- Are you kidding me? - I said what I said.

I think you're kidding me. I think you're pulling my leg.

Probably got that hand caught in a wringer or something.

- Hey, where are you going? - Back where they don't pull my leg.

I shoulda stayed where I was.

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN: Coming.

Coming.

Hello?

Who wants him?

Just a minute.

Mr Miller!

Mr Miller?

Mr Miller?

Mr Miller!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr Miller, you in there?

What is it?

Oh, you're still there. It's the cleaners.

It's late and they want to know if you're sick.

- Are you sick? -Uh, no. No, I'm all right.

Uh, I guess I must've overslept.

Tell them I'll be there as quick as I can.

Ain't like you, Mr Miller.

(WATER RUNNING)

When did you start keeping banker's hours?

I, uh... overslept.

Listen, Miller, the only one who can oversleep here is Mr Alpine.

I don't care which way you cut it, you're still an errand boy.

- Don't ever forget that. - It won't happen again.

That's right.

Hey, Eddie.

Good thing you came in late. I got jammed up.

- Here's that special you ordered. - Oh, swell.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Yeah.

Yeah, wait a minute till I write that down.

Got it. Thanks.

- Where you been? - Barber's.

- Yeah, you look neat. - You don't.

No, I guess I need a shave.

What difference does it make? You're married.

- My wife is visiting her mother. - Shave.

Ballistics just called.

That casing you found on the roof, it's from an M1 carbine.

The cartridge is called a .30 calibre M1.

- (PLAYING CHORDS) - That's the only gun it'll fit.

Gives it an Army slant, huh?

Listen, every GI who can pinches one of these when he gets out.

There must be 10,000 of them kicking around.

There are also a couple million men in the Army.

Well, there's one civilian you can scratch. The guy she had the beef with in the bar.

They found him in the drunk tank this morning.

He was loaded, went on to another joint, passed out. He's in the clear.

No word from the boyfriend yet.

He'll probably turn up as soon as he reads the papers.

From what I know about musicians,

they're not that neat when they decide to get rid of their dames.

Look, there's a pile of letters over there by the phone.

Run through them, will ya?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Uh, what's all the excitement?

A girl livin' here got killed last night.

That's why all the cops.

A fella killed her right in the street.

- What fella? - Ah, they haven't caught him yet.

It was a fellow, all right.

Well, you wait. It will turn out to be her boyfriend.

WOMAN #2: Mark my words, it always does.

WOMAN #1: Yes, it's getting so nowadays you can't trust these men.

MAN: It's getting so you can't trust women, either.

Andy Solmes, does that name mean anything to you?

Yeah, he owns the Mariposa.

Hey, wait a minute, wasn't he picked up about a year ago

- on narcotics charges, charges dismissed? - That's the one.

- His name's in here. We'll check on him. - (PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

No. Sergeant Ferris.

Yeah. Yeah. I'll tell him.

Well, it looks like the boyfriend read the morning papers.

Turned himself in, and it looks like he's got an alibi.

Figured he would.

Well, we might as well get downtown and see what he's got to say. Come on.

All I know is that we had lunch yesterday.

We were going to go out of town tomorrow. That's all I know.

We didn't fight or anything, honest.

- I was going to see her... - Look, Al,

for the tenth time, get it through your head, we know you didn't do it.

We've had you checked. You got an air-tight alibi,

but the fact remains that somebody did it,

and we think that maybe you can give us a lead.

Did she know any soldiers? Any officers?

Not while I knew her. She only seen me.

- Are you sure? - Why shouldn't I be?

What's soldiers got to do with it?

How about Solmes? How about Andy Solmes?

- Who's he? - She had his name in a book.

- I don't know him. - She did.

Not while I knew her. She only seen me.

Very well, then, why were you going out of town?

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(CHEERING)

Got it. Here you go.

Thanks, mister.

(CHILDREN ARGUING)

It's all your fault.

Why don't you leave us alone and go play your own game?

Oh, Mr Miller. Awful late for you.

I ate out. I don't feel very well.

Oh. Do you hear that, Asa? He don't feel well.

Isn't that too bad?

What's the trouble? Stomach?

No. No. It's my hand. I... I burned it cooking.

Oh. What a shame.

Asa, do you see that? He burned his hand cooking.

I'm trying to get Asa to catch some mice in the cellar.

He ought to earn his keep just like all the rest of us.

Shouldn't you, you naughty boy?

You'll have to be careful, Mr Miller.

I do think mothers should teach boys to cook just as well as girls.

My mother never taught me anything.

No, you don't. You've got to work, too.

Everybody's got to work in this world.

(CAN CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING)

(GUNSHOT)

(ALL MURMURING)

All right, let's settle down.

I, uh... suppose you all know why I've called you in here.

In case you don't...

Pretty, isn't it?

So, that's how it is. And, before we know it,

everybody who's got a telephone's gonna be on our necks.

"What are you doin' about it?" they're gonna ask.

"What are you doin' about it?" It's a good question.

What are we doin' about it?

That's right.

Nothing.

And, until today, there wasn't much we could do about it.

I don't expect you to find a drop of water in a rainstorm.

But, this morning, this was brought in.

Here's what it says.

Quote,

"To the police. Stop me.

"Find me and stop me.

"I'm going to do it again."

Unquote.

And it's written on the top of a box of .30 M1 ammunition,

the same kind that killed both of these dames.

Where'd it come from?

Mailman got it in a box at 7th and Sanes, turned it in to the central post office,

- and they brought it down here. - Any fingerprints?

Thousands. Everybody except the postmaster general.

But at least it shows us the type of man we're up against.

Now, I don't have to tell ya how much I dislike it.

This guy's probably been saving up for this for years.

Now, we got to get him and get him quick. If we don't,

every other loopy in town's gonna jump on the bandwagon,

and we'll find ourselves knee-deep in a slaughterhouse.

It's happened before, it can happen again.

Frank, both of these have been your babies.

- Got you up a tree. - Way up in the top branches.

Well, before you fall out,

check the files for every registered sex offender of this type.

And pay particular attention to those who've recently done time.

How about checking with the Army on stolen carbines?

Yeah. We can do that, too. Especially in regards to...

What do they call them, uh...? Section Eights.

I'm checking with the FBI and the police association

to find out if they've had any other cases just like this.

Wasn't there a series in New York like this once?

Maybe. We'll find out.

I think there was. They never caught the guy.

- Hmm, could be the same one. - No, that was a long time ago.

All right. All right. So that was New York, this is here.

That's why I've called you in.

We've gotta do something

before we all find ourselves pounding beats again.

Now, get out and round up a bunch of these people,

rapists, defilers, peeping Toms, et cetera,

everybody we've got this kind of a record on.

Bring 'em in. Let's talk to 'em.

Find out where they've been, what they've been doing lately.

Let the newspapers know

we're not sittin' around with our feet on the desk.

If we're in the dark, it's our business, nobody else's.

All right, now, get out and earn your money.

What money?

(ALL CHATTERING)

- Got 'em all sorted? - As well as I can. First time I ever did this.

(ALARM BUZZING)

Well, now we'll see what goes. All right, first three.

Tinman, Eureka, Debiaci.

(CHATTERING)

George Tinman, Peter Eureka, Tony Debiaci.

Walk over there, hit a spot.

Face front.

Keep your hands to your sides.

All right. Settle down.

Quiet!

First man here is George Tinman. Three charges against him.

1946, 1949 and 1950.

- What kind of charges, George? - Huh?

You heard me.

- They said I was looking in their windows. - They said? Who? The girls?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Looks like they recognised you all three times.

- How could they tell? It was dark. - (ALL LAUGHING)

Keep your hands at your side.

What you been doin' lately, George?

I'm a... I'm a swimming instructor.

Do you take your spy glass to work with you?

No, sir.

That's right. It would rust underwater, wouldn't it?

How about rifles? You ever shoot fish in a barrel?

I never shot a gun in my life.

I'm glad, George. I wouldn't want you to get into any bad habits.

Uh, second man is Peter Eureka.

Peter's a letter writer.

Not a very nice one, either. He writes to strange women,

and he's frightened a lot of 'em pretty badly.

How 'bout that, Pete?

Don't ya like women? Never been married?

- Three times. - Oh, three times.

Why'd all these happy homes break up?

Did you spend all your wives' household money for stamps?

I did the breaking up.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Yeah, I guess you probably did.

You know, Pete, I read somewhere that the pen is mightier than the sword.

How about that? Did you ever try a sword?

- I never had a sword. - What about a rifle?

I guess maybe you thought a rifle was the best thing of all.

I never shot anybody.

Not even maybe an odd wife or two?

I never shot anybody.

And what about "Eureka"? What does that mean?

Every day I hear somebody yell, "Eureka!" They talking about you, Pete?

I don't know what it means.

INTERVIEWER: That's too bad. I thought I was gonna get to find out.

You're wasting your time, Andy. It's none of these men.

There's a lot more coming.

- It won't be any of those, either. - You're the police psychiatrist.

Suppose you turn up the guy we want.

What makes you so sure, Doctor?

- It's my job. - And this is ours.

INTERVIEWER: Next man is Anthony Debiaci.

Ant, put your hands at your side and keep 'em there.

Anthony Debiaci. Tony's a rapist, two-time loser.

We had him in last week on the same charge and couldn't make it stick.

That woman just picked me out. I never saw her before.

Still saying it, huh, Tony? Well, maybe she did make a mistake.

Soured you on women.

Turned you into a real killer. Is that what it did?

You can't pin anything on me this time.

- Not even a rose? - (ALL LAUGHING)

What a shame.

Whaddaya been doing lately, Tony?

Minding my own business.

What business is that?

I got a job. I make deliveries.

Gets you into a lot of houses?

- I do my job. - Yeah, I'll bet you do.

All right, you three can go now.

DR KENT: I'll see you later, Andy.

Leaving already? We got a dozen more to run through.

You still won't find the man you want.

See you, Captain.

He's a great help.

- Keep your shirt on. He knows his job. - Yeah, but does he know ours?

Next is Dan Wormel. Dan's a tough guy with small animals.

DR KENT: Kafka.

Oh, hello, Doc.

- Meeting somebody? - No.

- Come on, sit down. - Thank you.

- Hello, Lieutenant. - Hiya, Tom.

- Get me an order of tomato beef, will you? - Sure thing.

Dig in.

I didn't know you liked Chinese food.

Uh, it's good and it's cheap.

They're not breaking their arms paying us, you know.

You can say that again.

Me, I just happen to like it.

Been eating it ever since I can remember.

Funny, I've never seen you in here.

Well, I eat here a lot, but half the time I'm out in left field.

Find your man in the show-up?

- Are you kidding? - Just asking.

You know, this sniper thing is driving me crazy.

There's some things I understand and some things I don't.

If a guy blows his top and sticks a knife into somebody,

on the spur of the moment, that is,

I understand it, so does the law.

It's second degree.

And if a guy decides to knock off his wife

and spend six months figuring out how to do it,

I understand that, too.

That's first degree.

But this thing I don't get.

- You will. - Will what?

Get him.

Oh, sure, after he's shot down thirty or forty dames.

By that time, I'll be back pounding a beat.

No, it won't take that long.

But I'll tell you one thing.

You won't get him by running show-ups like the one I saw.

Look, Doc, those show-ups pay off more than you think.

Not in a case like this.

Look, Kafka, let me... Let me tell you something about these people.

Anderson calls them nuts.

Psychiatrists use $10 words,

but whatever you call them, they run to a pattern,

and they don't overlap.

They're all in... in little water-tight compartments.

Well, so are most criminals, for that matter.

If you have an armed robbery, you don't waste time rounding up pickpockets.

- Sure. That's right. - It's the same thing in this case.

Now, you had a peeping Tom in the show-up.

All right. Now, peeping Toms don't kill women. They stick to peeping.

Rapists don't write poison pen letters.

Obscene letter writers don't commit rape.

All criminal types, and especially sex offenders, stay in their own grooves.

So, if you keep dragging everyone in the book into a show-up,

you're just wasting your time.

Okay. What type are we gonna look for?

I'd look for somebody who's been getting tough with women from the very beginning.

Maybe he started small,

slugging them on a dark street or something like that.

But, whatever he did, it'd be a crime of violence.

- That you can be sure of. - Cute kid.

- Mm. Very. - How'd he get that way?

Oh. Could be one of a thousand reasons.

Maybe some woman did something mean to him when he was a kid.

He may not even remember what it was, but something in here remembers.

Perhaps it was his mother. Usually is in these cases.

Whoever it was, it was probably a brunette in her late twenties.

Of course, it doesn't matter now.

He's past the stage where he could've been talked out of it.

But, whoever it was, he's... He's killing her over and over again.

What's the matter?

- (SIGHING) I guess I better stick to a fork. - (CHUCKLING)

He's killing her over and over again.

He's been doing it in his mind for years.

Now that he started doing it for real, he's gonna keep right on doing it.

- For how long? - As long as he doesn't get caught.

As long as his cartridges last.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN ON TV: Nelson is running to third.

The ball bounces off the left-field wall.

A quick pick-up, but Nelson is streaking for home plate.

He's safe. Jackson holds it up at second.

What a ball game this is!

WOMAN ON TV: And you say this will be a costume ball, Mrs Fitzpatrick?

Uh, what will the motif be?

Well, it's American history, but before 1900.

No costume after 1900.

INTERVIEWER: Oh, that sounds wonderful. Will it include Indians?

MRS FITZPATRICK: Oh, I hope it will include hundreds of Indians.

(BOTH WOMEN LAUGHING)

INTERVIEWER: I love Indians, too.

After all, Indians are part of our history, too.

INTERVIEWER: Indeed they are, and a very important part, too.

Uh, well, tell me, Mrs Fitzpatrick,

um, where will the public be able to buy tickets

for this charity ball given for the benefit of Saint Stephen's Hospital Guild?

Well, they can buy them at the Women's Civic League.

Or those wishing to come can write me directly at my home.

It's 380 Kendel Drive.

They're $10 apiece,

and we just hope that everybody who can come will come.

INTERVIEWER: I'm sure they will.

Well, thank you so much, Mrs Warren Fitzpatrick,

for this clear picture of the activities of the Women's Civic League.

Now, look. You can't block the door like that.

People want to come in and out.

I wish I talked to Dr Kent before.

Might have saved us a lot of time and a lot of trouble.

We've still got a lot of trouble.

Come on. Come on.

We're a lot further along. We know one thing.

These, uh... These psychiatric offenders don't overlap.

Get him!

Okay, so they don't overlap, but we still got a lot of 'em.

What's the matter with you? Had a fight with your girl?

Yeah. She doesn't like the kind of hours I've been keeping lately.

Hey, here's one that might fit the pattern.

He's out on parole now. He's had...

one, two, three... six convictions.

Likes to use a club.

Six convictions? That probably means he's gotten away with twelve others.

Man, you're just overflowing with information tonight.

I sure am.

Here's a guy who had his first conviction for cracking a girl's skull with a baseball bat.

She must have struck him out and he got mad.

What'd he do then? Go on to bigger and better things?

That's right. Bigger and better things.

Three suspicions of assaults against women.

One assault where there was no suspicion at all.

He got an eighteen-month stretch for that one.

I think we'll look into Mr Miller.

- Tom Kafka? - Yeah.

Just came over the Teletype. They want you out there.

- Out where? - 380 Kendel Drive.

There's been another murder. Looks like the sniper again.

- What's the name? - Warren Fitzpatrick.

- It was Mrs Fitzpatrick that was killed. - (WHISTLING)

Warren Fitzpatrick? That'll blow the lid off.

What do you mean, "will blow the lid off"? It's already blown it.

Come on, let's go.

(SIREN WAILING)

- WOMAN: What's going on? - MAN: They killed someone.

- WOMAN: Where? - MAN: In that driveway over there.

The nurse was down in the kitchen getting herself a glass of milk

when she heard the shot.

She called us right after.

There's a chance we might nail the guy this time.

- Mm. - The section's full of prowl cars.

We know. We saw half a dozen of them on the way up here.

You know what this will mean?

- Let's not talk about it. - I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.

They'd hurt your feet anyway. Where's her husband?

Fitzpatrick? Beats me. Downtown somewheres.

- They're trying to find him. - (POLICEMAN SHOUTING)

This looks like him now.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Where are the children?

NURSE: Upstairs, Mr Fitzpatrick. They're asleep.

How long is it going on? What are you doing about it?

We're doing everything we can, Mr Fitzpatrick.

I'm very sorry.

What are you doing about it?

What are you going to do about it?

Listen, the whole city's gone crazy.

I come to work this morning on the streetcar,

and everybody's reading the newspaper, all about the sniper,

even talking about it,

you know, people who never talk to each other any other time.

Yeah. I leave my joint this morning, I hear my wife lock the door.

She never locked the door before. Huh! She's one scared dame.

How about you? You scared?

- For her or for me? - For her.

He's just killing dames, the paper says.

WORKER: So this week he's killing dames,

so next week it's guys with one leg or false teeth or something. Ha-ha.

Or maybe guys who work in cleaning plants.

You better stay home nights, Joey. Maybe he's got his eye on you.

JOEY: No, just dames, the paper says.

Listen, if he wants to get in touch with me, I'll give him the addresses of two,

maybe three.

- Dames never done me any good. - You should've heard my wife at breakfast.

Why, you'd think she'd expect me to go out and catch him myself.

Somebody better catch him. Cops ain't doing any good.

There's an editorial in the paper. Papers are plenty sore at the cops.

Ah, papers! What do they know?

Scream till they get the guy, and then, when they have the trial,

why, they cry in their beer cos the guy's probably innocent after all.

Take a dame that's on trial for murder.

Unless she's got two heads, why, they'd say she's beautiful.

If I get my hands on the guy, they wouldn't have to worry about no trial.

- JOEY: Yeah? What would you do to him? - He wouldn't die quick, I'll tell you that.

Mr Lydell, I'm sure no-one regrets any more than I do

the outrages perpetrated on these women.

Mrs Fitzpatrick, in particular, was a very good friend of mine...

LYDELL: Mr Mayor, this isn't a personal matter.

The people of this city are alarmed and frightened.

There's a maniac loose and the police seem helpless.

That's why we've asked for this conference.

We want to know why such a state of affairs can continue.

Chief?

As far as the people being frightened goes, Mr Lydell,

maybe your newspaper has something to do with it.

My newspaper merely reports the news. It doesn't make it.

It slants the news. It exploits hysteria.

That doesn't solve your problem. You still haven't caught the man.

Most killers are caught because of motive. There's no motive here.

Murder itself can be a motive.

We're short foot patrolmen, Mr Harper.

If you wanna volunteer, I'm sure we can find a place for you.

I'm efficient at my job. Evidently, your men aren't efficient at theirs.

I agree. The police have shown themselves unimaginative and...

Now, hold on, Mr Weiss...

Just a moment, gentlemen.

Mr Weiss, I'm not trying to defend my administration,

but I seem to remember that two years ago,

when we tried to get the police budget increased,

your group fought us tooth and nail.

Taxes are high enough as it is.

And, as far as that goes,

we're getting very little value for the taxes we do pay.

Mr Lydell, please.

I think we're going at this thing like little children.

Lieutenant Kafka here has been on the case since the beginning.

Perhaps, if we can continue meeting reasonably,

with his giving us a sketch of what has happened to date, we might...

LYDELL: We know what's happened up to date.

What we want to know is what's going to happen from now on.

We want this man caught and caught quick.

And punished. Punished. Punished.

DR KENT: Well, if everyone's going to sound off,

I guess I might as well get in the act.

You mention punishment, Mr Lydell.

Just what sort of punishment did you have in mind?

The sort the man's crimes deserve.

He ought to be killed the way a mad dog is killed.

- That's right. - Absolutely.

Or put in the insane asylum.

Do you know the legal definition of insanity?

STONECROFT: No.

I'll tell you.

It's based on an old English law,

a law passed when they were still burning witches.

An insane person, according to the law,

must not be able to tell the difference between right and wrong.

Well, obviously, this man doesn't know the difference between right and wrong.

Don't be too sure of that.

You see, Mr Stonecroft, there are hundreds of thousands of sex offenders

walking American streets at this moment who could be the sniper...

or worse.

But only one per cent of them are legally insane.

One per cent, Mr Stonecroft.

Now, what will we do with the other ninety-nine?

Never mind the other ninety-nine.

Let's get back to the matter in hand.

- The madman who's loose with a rifle. - Carbine.

Get back to him, Mr Lydell? I've never left him.

And I'll tell you something.

When this man is caught, you'll find he has a record

dating back to when he was a kid.

Believe me, he's been in the hands of the police before.

Thirty days for one thing, sixty days for another.

And I'll tell you something else.

If his first act had led to treatment instead of jail,

three women wouldn't be lying dead today.

The fact remains three women are lying dead today.

And the killer's still loose.

Yes, loose because of us.

And a killer because of us.

And the horrible thing about it is, we may be sitting here six months from now,

or three months from now, on another case just like it.

Gentlemen, the city is frightened,

and when cities get frightened, they...

rear up on their hind legs and strike out at something, anything.

This time we have a chance, not to strike out blindly,

but to act with reason. This time we can do something.

You all have weight and power, not only in the city, but in the state.

Put your weight behind getting a new law passed.

Let every socially dangerous sex offender,

as soon as he is caught for his first offence,

be committed to a mental institution.

And there he can be cured or put away indefinitely.

- I think... - What is this "you think"?

Who cares what you think?

The important thing to think about is three dead women,

not coddling the man who killed them.

Oh, look, I'm thinking of the hundreds of women

who will be dead if something isn't done.

Now, listen, Mr Harper, just... Just let me give you an example.

A few years ago, a man named Albert Fish

was executed in New York for the murder of a child.

A judge of the state supreme court estimated that this man

had undoubtedly killed at least fifteen others.

Now, he was executed for one, but sixteen were dead.

And this is not an isolated case. It happens everywhere.

Perhaps not every day, but much, much too often.

So, I repeat, pass a law.

Put these people away when they're first caught.

Those who can be cured, will be cured.

Those who can't, well,

at least they'll never get out to try it again.

If you can get a law like this passed, you could start a ball rolling

all across this country.

Get a law like that passed, and this meeting could be a milestone.

Where's the money coming from for an institution like that?

Taxes.

MAYOR: Well, that would have to be a state matter.

I can hear the governor screaming already.

When I saw Dr Kent come in,

I had a feeling this meeting would eventually come down to psychiatric mumbo jumbo,

and I wasn't wrong.

It has.

So we're right back where we started.

There's a crazy man loose in the streets,

and the police are too busy passing the buck to catch him.

Well, Mr Mayor,

and Mr Chief of Police,

and Mr Psychiatrist,

let this sink in.

Unless he's caught very, very soon,

this administration is going to find itself shaken right off its foundations.

Planning to make a political football out of it?

Call it anything you like.

Gentlemen. Thank you for giving us your time.

Well, it's still sitting right in my lap.

Now all I have to do is catch him.

Oh, sure. You'll catch him, and they'll kill him, and...

everybody will forget about it.

That is, till the next one comes along.

And it'll start all over again.

(POLICEMAN WHISTLING)

(WHISTLING)

(WHISTLING)

- Where'd he go? - Back this way.

Drop that gun. Make sure I hear it hit.

(THUDDING)

I oughta beat your brains out.

What's the matter with you, Rivers? This gun hasn't been fired in years.

The hammer doesn't work, and there's no firing pin.

Look, Lieutenant, the way things are today, you jump first, then ask the questions.

I saw the gun, I brought him in.

- Where'd you get this, son? - It used to belong to my father.

- What were you doing up on the roof? - Nothing.

Well, you were up there pointing this. You think that's nothing?

I didn't hurt anybody.

No, and you're not going to.

Okay, Rivers, take him out and let him go.

If your father wants his gun, you tell him it's down here.

Go ahead and keep the gun. You think I care about the gun?

I know where there's plenty of guns and plenty of bullets, too.

You think there's only one guy in this town that doesn't like people?

There's millions of them, and I know who they are.

They can get me all the guns and bullets I want.

You can't kick me around...

(SOBBING)

Take him over to the city hospital and see what they think in the psycho ward.

- But you just said... - It doesn't matter what I just said.

What does matter is that I just got an idea about him.

I don't want to be looking for him in a couple of years

when he's got a real gun or... maybe an axe.

Go ahead.

Gonna have a nice weekend, Miller?

Yeah, I guess so. I don't know.

I want you to do something for me before you come back on Monday.

- Think you can? - What?

Change that bandage.

I can't change it.

Then find someone who can. It's filthy.

We can't have our drivers going around with things like that on their hands.

I don't wanna see it on your hand Monday.

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

(SIREN WAILING)

This way, Lieutenant.

- WOMAN #1: Is it the sniper? - MAN #1: Sure, it's the sniper.

- One side, please. Let us through. - MAN #2: How many does that make, four?

WOMAN #2: Why don't you do something? Earn your money.

MAN #3: Oh, they're always there after it happens.

MAN #2: Getting so you can't even go to a park on a Sunday.

WOMAN #3: Some police force.

- How long ago did it happen? - About fifteen minutes ago.

- You got here fast enough. - Where did the shot come from?

Where did the shot come from?

I don't know.

We were just walking, and she said, "Let's sit down,"

and she sat down, and I was about to sit down myself when...

Look around, Joe, and see what you can find.

Right.

Can you think of anybody that you've had any trouble with lately?

Anybody mad at her?

No, she... She got along fine with everybody.

I never seen her fight with anyone, except me once in a while.

Everybody liked Sandy.

- Hey, I found the shell. - Put that down, you idiot!

What's the matter with you? You crazy?

- Sorry, I forgot. - You forgot...

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(CAROUSEL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CARNIVAL BARKER SHOUTING)

(GUN COCKING)

(GUN FIRING)

Hey. Be careful.

WOMAN: I know a ten-year-old kid who can do better than that with his left hand.

If they're all like you, I might just as well go to sleep.

MAN: Three balls for nine, nine for a quarter.

Let's see you knock her in the water.

Say, you look like a pitcher. How about you there?

Nine. Nine it is.

Hey, Don, he looks like a pitcher, an empty pitcher.

Yep, I might just as well go to sleep.

MAN: Maybe you need a basketball, Mac.

- (BUZZING) - Oh, he's pitching for the...

Pretty lucky.

(BUZZING)

Offhand I can think of three ball clubs that could use this guy.

(BUZZING)

(BUZZING)

(SCREAMING)

WOMAN: Did you ever see anything like that?

Are you sure, Doctor?

Nobody with a burned hand, say, in the past two weeks?

Not even a woman?

I see.

Well, thank you, Doctor. I'm sorry to have disturbed you at this hour of the night.

Goodbye.

- Oh, boy, how many does that make? - Mm.

I don't know, I lost count.

Well, the next one's Shipley, Harold Shipley, Altamont 41919.

Oh, you take over for a while.

I'll be talking to doctors in my sleep. Not that I'll be getting any sleep.

- Teletypes, Lieutenant. - Thank you.

Hello, can I talk to Dr Shipley, please?

Sergeant Ferris, Homicide.

Police Department.

What?

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Who's handling his practice?

Yeah, I see.

Well, thanks very much. I'm sorry I disturbed you.

Dr Shipley's been sick himself for months. Dr Holiday is handling his practice,

- and we have talked to Dr Holiday. - Mm-hmm.

- Anything in the Teletypes? - No, just the usual.

Somebody had a target in his backyard.

Some dame thinks the sniper's been spying on her.

Some other dame says a guy's been throwing baseballs at her,

which is funny because that's her job, having baseballs thrown at her.

(FERRIS LAUGHING)

Some man wants us to, uh...

Baseballs?

- Where you goin'? - File room.

(PHONE RINGING)

Homicide, Sergeant Ferris.

Hiya, Scott, where are ya?

What? No kidding.

Hey, that's great. Yeah, we'll be right over.

Hey, Frank, they found out where they put on the bandage.

- No kidding. - That's what I said. Come on, huh?

- What you got there? - I don't know yet,

but maybe it's the guy they put the bandage on.

CHADWICK: That's the one.

That's not the name he gave. Burnside he called himself.

He called himself Edward, though.

- How about the address? - That'll be a phoney.

And the one under the name of Miller will be out of date.

Mm-hmm.

He's probably moved five times since he registered.

- How did he act when he was here? - As I remember, sort of strange.

I tried to talk, you know, cheerfully, but he wasn't buying any.

We thought of sending him up to psycho, but something came up...

There was a very bad accident case came in.

That's right. That's what it was.

Wait a minute.

There was something he said to me at the end.

He said, uh... Oh, what was it?

Oh, yes. He said, uh,

"Don't you think this is a funny way to get hurt?"

Or something like that.

I was so busy, I didn't pay any attention.

I guess maybe he wanted to stop himself.

Maybe he wanted to stop himself for years.

Maybe nobody else paid any attention either.

(STREETCAR BELL RINGING)

They better get this nut.

Next thing you know, he'll be coming right into your house.

I think it's horrible. Who'd he kill this time?

A girl walking in the park with her boyfriend.

But he left a bandage behind him. Maybe that's clue enough for them.

I certainly hope so.

Wherever you go these days, that's all people talk about.

You can say that again.

Did you say a bandage?

Yeah. They found it on a bush right by the cartridge case.

What kind of a bandage?

Wait a minute.

Yeah, here it is.

"Police laboratory technicians

"report that the bandage is from a man's right hand,

"evidently covering a bad burn. They also..."

Operator, give me the police department, please.

Are you sure you got the place surrounded?

He can get in, but he won't get out.

- Is he often late? - Is he?

Maybe three times in the last couple of weeks, Mr Alpine.

But I warned him. I told him if it happened...

- Do you know his number? - Yes, I know it.

Call his place and see if he's left for work yet.

- Yes, sir. - Tell me, Lieutenant,

do you think you can keep the name of the establishment out of this?

It will be very bad for business, very bad.

Don't talk to me about that, Mr Alpine. Talk to the reporters.

There must be some way...

Hello, this is the Alpine Cleaners and Dyers. Has Eddie Miller left for work yet?

What?

I see. Thank you.

He left half an hour ago. He oughta be here by now.

How many men you got out there, Joe?

I don't know, maybe fifteen, twenty.

Where is he? Why isn't he here? What's keeping him this time?

WOMAN: Marsha, wait a minute.

Hey, the sniper!

Hey, the sniper!

Hey!

Hey, over there! The sniper!

Hey! Hey!

Over there! The sniper! The sniper!

He's got a gun! Look out! The sniper!

Look out!

Hey!

Hey! Somebody look!

Hey, look! Up here! Hey, the sniper!

Over there on the roof!

Why did you have to do that? I didn't kill her.

You can see I didn't kill her.

Why do you have to yell like that?

Hey!

(GUN FIRING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(PANTING)

MAN ON RADIO: ...and requests that any citizen who knows of any man

who has had a badly burned right hand within the past two weeks

to report him to the police immediately.

He may be the sniper.

I repeat, he may be the sniper. We know that this man...

- (TURNING OFF RADIO) - Burned hands, snipers...

I don't know what the world's coming to.

Do you, Asa?

Why, Mr Miller, what brings you home from work at this...

(SCREAMING)

(SIREN APPROACHING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(CROWD MURMURING)

- You can't go down there. - Aw, we wanna to see what's going on.

There's nothing to see.

- Oh, come on, handsome. - You heard me.

MAN: What's up? What's going on?

Nothing we need you for. Stay back.

They got the sniper up there. He lives up this street.

I hope they kill him.

ANDERSON: Get somebody into that school up there.

Tell them to keep those kids inside.

Right.

Hi, Frank. Where you been?

Scene of the crime. Looks like we missed him.

Yeah. Well, we won't miss him this time.

Which house?

That one with the shades drawn. He's holed up in his room there.

You know, some solid citizens are gonna get their brains blown out

if they don't pull their heads in. Not that they got any brains to begin with.

- Why don't you tell 'em? - I'm waitin' for the sound truck.

Have you sent any of our men into the house?

No, I figure on using tear gas.

- I'll go in. - Don't be foolish, Frank.

- Why not? - Come on, Joe, let's try the back.

(SIREN WAILING)

Maintz, Flaherty.

Lieutenant Kafka's going in the back way. Follow him.

ANDERSON: Eddie!

We've got you surrounded.

We'll give you five minutes to come out with your hands up.

Eddie, you're surrounded.

We'll give you five minutes to come out with your hands up.

This is Inspector Anderson speaking.

Will the people please get their heads out of their windows?

I repeat. Get your heads out of the windows.

There may be shooting here.

All right, Eddie, four and a half minutes.

Four and a half minutes, Eddie.

Oh, Miller?

You coming out, Miller?

This is the police, Miller.

Come out with your hands up.

Take it easy.

KAFKA: All right, Eddie.

Let's go.