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Help!

Hello?

Finished!
I'm glad to be through with that one!

How old do you think she is?

16, 17.

Stand by, stand by.

- No rest for the wicked, eh?
- Well, at least the rain stopped.

You know what they do
in England when it rains?

- No. Tell me.
- They let it rain.

Can I leave now?

- Did they take your name and address?
- Uh-huh.

You can go now.

- Did a nice job on her.
- The carotid artery,...

.. the jugular, the trachea: all cut.

Notice her hands?

Defence wounds. She put up her hands
and got cut on the fingers.

And the wrists.

Was she raped?

I can't tell that till I get her downtown.
Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

A comb... menthol cigarettes...

Two ten-dollar bills.
Three quarters. One subway token.

Here's her Social Security card.
Her name was Muriel Stark.

She left blood marks on the door.

She came into the room
and collapsed by that desk.

We called a nurse
and put her in the first-aid room.

- Is she conscious?
- I think so.

Sergeant Detective Klinger's
with her now.

She says her cousin was killed.
They were both attacked.

What time is it?

Twenty past twelve. Do you
wanna know about the phone call?

Yeah, shoot.

Just after you received the call,...

.. Mrs Lowery called to say she was
worried about her daughter and niece...

.. who'd gone to a party
and hadn't returned.

Her daughter is called Patricia
and her niece is Muriel Stark.

Patricia wore a blue dress and
the other a white blouse and blue skirt.

Sergeant Detective Klinger
had all patrols alerted.

Yeah, it all fits.

- Is there any coffee?
- Oh, yeah.

OK.

I'll go upstairs and I'll talk to the girl.

Then I'll go back and... have a look
at where it all happened, I guess.

And the mother? Should we tell her?

- There's no sugar.
- No sugar?

So, what about the mother?

- Wait till I come down.
- She must be worried.

For what I have to tell her
she can wait another ten minutes.

Hi.
She didn't have to go to the hospital?

I had Lucy on hand.
I thought it best not to move her.

I had everything I needed.

She's much better now.

She says her cousin
was killed on Old Stable Street.

Lucy, go and get yourself a cup of coffee,
and take that down with you.

- There's no sugar.
- Thanks.

See you later, Lucy.

Can you talk to us now?

My name is Steve Carella.

This is Sergeant Detective Bert Klinger.

Your mother said you and your cousin
went to a party. Is that right?

Did you see Mummy?

No, she phoned us. She's a little worried.
Your name's Patricia, right?

Yeah.

What time did all this happen?

We left the party at about 10.30.

- Were you heading home?
- Yeah.

Can you tell us what happened?

When we left, it wasn't raining,
so we decided to walk home.

It's not too far from home,
and Muriel felt like walking.

When it started to rain we began to run,
ducking in doorways.

We were two blocks from Paul's house
when it began to pour.

- Paul?
- Paul Gaddis.

He's the guy who had the party.
It was his 18th birthday.

How old are you?

Fifteen. I'll be sixteen December 12th.

- And your cousin?
- Seventeen.

You were a couple of blocks from Paul's.

It rained harder and harder,
so Muriel and I ran into that building.

Why that one in particular?

I don't know. Muriel was leading the way.
I think... the door was open.

- Did your cousin live with you?
- Yes.

She's lived with us since she was 13.
Her parents were killed in a car accident.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

I have an older brother. He's 19.

- Your brother lives at home?
- Please... may I sit up?

- Sure. Are you feeling a little better?
- Yeah.

- Your brother lives at home with you?
- Yes.

- Did he go to the party with you?
- No, he was working.

What kind of work?

He's trying to earn some pocket money.
Sometimes he works in a local snack bar.

They often call him on a Saturday night
when they've a lot of customers.

If he'd come,
this wouldn't have happened.

- Would you tell us what happened?
- We were watching the rain,...

.. and it lasted and lasted.
I told Muriel we should run for it...

.. but she didn't want to spoil her dress.

It was coming down in sheets.

There was no-one in the street.
Everything was deserted.

We must have been there
at least a good five minutes when...

I still don't know how he got there.

Maybe he was asleep somewhere...
I don't know.

This man suddenly appeared out of
the shadow and grabbed Muriel's wrist.

She opened her mouth to scream, but...

.. she saw the knife and
couldn't scream, I guess.

- Hey, wake up!
- Go away.

I said wake up!

- What are you doing here?
- Trying to get some sleep.

What's that on your shirt?

- Where?
- There. Is it blood?

Oh, yeah. Blood.
What do you guys want?

We're police officers. What's your name?

Lewis Sully.

- What you doin' here this time of night?
- I told you. Trying to sleep.

- How did you get blood on your shirt?
- I was in a fight.

- Where?
- A bar I go to.

- How long you been here?
- I don't know. What time is it?

A little past two.

I don't know. You got a cigarette?

When did you have that fight?

About...

10.30 or 11 o'clock.

Hey! Come back here!

- Leave me alone, goddamn it!
- Shut up, you bastard!

- Hair?
- Dark.

- Did you see his eyes?
- He had blue eyes.

- Would you recognise him again?
- Yes, I would.

- What kind of a knife was it?
- It was just a knife...

.. like you see in any kitchen.

He made Muriel get down on her knees.

He told her she was going to do
what he wanted her to do.

He said "Go on, take it.
I know you want it. "

I was watching them.

Suddenly he started stabbing her.
It was terrible to watch.

He stabbed her again and again.
I couldn't believe it was really happening.

I knew what would happen next: he was
going to force me to do the same thing.

I couldn't escape. I couldn't move. I just
stood there when he kept doing it to her.

And then he turned to me
and said: "You're next. "

I thought he was going to force me
the way he forced Muriel,...

.. but then I realised
he was going to kill me.

He was coming at me.
He was aiming at my face with his knife.

I lifted my hand to protect myself. I raised
my arm like this to protect my face,...

.. and he cut my hand, I guess.

Then I raised the other hand.

He was pushing me against the wall,
slashing at my hands.

He cut open my dress. I remembered
what he did to Muriel's breasts...

.. and I screamed at the top of my lungs,
but no-one heard me.

When I screamed, he slashed my face.
I don't know how I got away from him.

I think I kicked him, because I remember
he was lying on the ground groaning.

Then I heard him yelling behind me...

.. and I thought, if I head for home,
he might catch up with me,...

.. and there was nobody
in the streets. Nobody.

But if I ran to the police station
there'd be cops all around,...

.. so that's where I ran.

- Was he following you?
- I think so, but I slipped and fell...

.. and I didn't hear anyone behind me.

Maybe he gave up.

You don't have to worry
any more, Patricia.

I'll take you to the hospital,
you'll meet your mother,...

.. and then she'll take you home.

- That man... will you find him?
- Yeah. We'll find him.

The carotid and the internal jugular were
cut. The left lobe of the thyroid was cut.

The anterior portion of the trachea
was also cut.

No trace of sperm in the vagina,
in the rectum, or in the mouth,...

.. and none on her clothes, either.

I'm not saying she wasn't raped,
but he didn't ejaculate.

One wound does indicate
a sexual assault:

The vagina was completely lacerated.
A pointed instrument was introduced,...

.. cutting the left iliac artery.
That's all I can tell you.

OK. Thank you.

- What did he say?
- He has another story... even better.

- Why'd you fight with him?
- I'm afraid of cops.

That's your reason
for taking a swing at them?

Panic, that's all.

This guy likes to mix it up.
Tell the inspector your story.

I had a little set-to with my wife.

I came in sloshed, we argued, I belted her.
She started to bleed from the nose.

She told me to get the hell out.
She was pouring blood all over.

- Maybe I went a bit too far.
- Do you beat her up often?

I don't beat her up! I slap her around!
You know, a few drinks, slap her around...

Tonight I took off,
and ended up where he found me.

Book him.

- She won't beef. She knows I love her.
- Go see how his wife is.

Find out if that's her blood on his shirt.

- You can't book me!
- I just did!

I like it when I hold you like this.

Makes you feel like a little lady, huh?

Dad... we're like lovers.

Ohh, no... that's something else.

Hi!

Your wife said
I'd find you at the bake shop.

Blueberry pie!

- Hi!
- Hi, good-looking!

You wanna take Speedy?
I have to talk to your dad.

The lab called. The victim's blood type is
type O. The other girl's blood type is A.

The stains on Sully's shirt are type B.
Also his wife has type-B blood.

Did you talk to Moran?

Yeah. He said Mrs Lowery
went to pick up her daughter.

Sully's wife's in pretty bad shape, though.
He broke her jaw, nose, and collarbone.

Moran wants to know
what to do with him.

I'll keep him as long as I can. We need
to get out the files on sex offenders,...

.. and pull in tall, dark, blue-eyed ones.

Have 'em in there tomorrow.

Have a nice Sunday.

You too, OK?

- Bye.
- Bye.

You, too.

Come on, little gal, gimme your hand.

This crime has set
the entire police force in motion.

It is the work of
a highly dangerous person.

The police have recommended
all young females be extra careful...

.. and report anything unusual
immediately.

Other bad news:
garbage collectors are on strike.

An agreement has not been reached...

- They gotta be going crazy.
- Who?

All the guys who got a sheet
on sexual assault.

They know they'll be picked up
in the morning. They gotta be nervous.

They don't like anybody
to know who they are.

They tell other prisoners that
they killed their wife with an axe, or...

Anything but the truth.

- Even if... Did you put sugar in this?
- No.

Even if they just flashed somebody
in a subway.

- How many do you have on file?
- I don't know... 2,000... 3,000.

We've got to pick up somebody who's
tall and dark-haired and has blue eyes.

Steve?

Sit right down there, Mr Doniac.

Detective Carella here is in charge of
the investigation into the girl's death.

I'd like you to repeat your story to him.

I had nothing to do with that! A man takes
a fall once for an offence of this nature...

.. and right away he's listed as a maniac!

Listen, Mr Doniac.
I'll read what you told me...

- .. in the statement you signed, OK?
- OK, sir.

Your statement reads...

.. on Saturday night, between the hours
of 10.30 and midnight, you were bowling.

You played alone because the lady
you had a date with said she was unwell.

Her name was Monique.

You don't know her last name
because you only met her that afternoon.

She was somewhere in her 20's.
Is that right so far?

Yeah, that's right.

She also called you yesterday to say
she was visiting family in California.

That's the statement you signed. You
have nothing to eliminate or add to that?

- No, that's it. It's all true, I swear it.
- You're making a big mistake, Mr Doniac.

Look at me. You give us an alibi
that nobody can back...

You ask us to believe you were
bowling by yourself for two hours.

And a girl, that you don't even know,
took the time to phone you to say...

.. she was getting out of her sick bed
and leaving the country.

- How old did you say she was?
- Well, she's at least...

She's 19 or 20.

- How old are you?
- I'm 46.

Picking 'em young, aren't ya?

He likes 'em young.
Take a look at his sheet.

Mr Doniac, it says here
you were arrested for sodomy...

- It was a long time ago.
- With a 10-year-old girl.

Yeah, but I...

Mr Doniac... I have a little girl.

- Well...
- Are you aware of the fact that...

.. we are talking about a homicide here?

- About a young girl brutally murdered?
- Yeah, I...

Then why give us all this bullshit about
bowling and some girl you hardly knew?

Why should we believe that
you could not have killed that girl?

I never killed that girl!
I never killed anybody!

- What did you do?
- I didn't do a bloody thing!

- Where were you Saturday night?
- I... told you where I was.

And I told you that we did not believe you.
Now where were you Saturday night?

I can't tell you.

I'm not supposed to give advice,
Mr Doniac,...

.. but I advise you to get your lawyer
down here right away,...

.. because it sounds to me like
you're gonna be in serious trouble.

- I can't tell you where I was.
- Then you weren't at the bowling alley?

- I didn't say that!
- Where were you?

- I can't tell you.
- Why not?

Because if I tell you that...
No, I can't tell you.

Mr Doniac, we've got an eyewitness
to this murder,...

.. a girl who can identify the man
who killed Muriel Stark.

We can ask her to identify that man.
We can put that man in a line-up...

.. and ask her to pick out the man who
killed her cousin. Do you want that?

Or do you wanna tell us
where you were Saturday night?

- Well, I... I wasn't at the bowling alley.
- Where were you?

- I was with a girl.
- Who? Monique?

No. I made this Monique up.

- Then what girl?
- If I tell you her name, it won't help me.

- She'll say she doesn't know me.
- Why would she do that?

Because that's what I told her to say!
If ever anyone came asking questions,...

.. her father, her mother,
the police, anybody,...

.. I wanted her to say that
she never even heard of me.

Why is that?

Why is that, Mr Doniac?

How old is this girl?

Well, she's pretty young.

How young?

13.

- You were with her Saturday night?
- Yep.

- Where?
- At her house.

Where were her parents?

They went to the movies.

I waited till they'd gone,
and I went up to her place.

- What time was that?
- 10.30.

- What time did you leave?
- About a quarter of 12.

- What's her name?
- What's the use?

She'll say she doesn't know me. She'll lie.

What's her name?

- What difference does it make!
- What's her goddamn name?!

Jean Hanley.

- What's her address?
- 43 St James's.

- How long have you known her?
- I met her six months ago.

- How old was she then?
- Well, I guess... She was 12.

You're a really nice man.

I love her.

- Are you Jean Hanley?
- Yes.

I'm a police officer.
Are your mum and dad at home?

My mother should be home
any minute now.

She works part time,
but my father will be home later tonight.

Will you come in?

OK. Thank you.

- Can I finish my lunch?
- Sure.

Got a 2 o'clock class.
This isn't about that dope thing, is it?

What dope thing is that?

At school some kids were caught
smoking dope in the toilet.

No, it's not about that.

All I need to know is...
where you were Saturday night...

.. from 10 o'clock till midnight.

- What?
- Saturday night.

Oh.

Gee, I don't know where I was.

Well, try and remember.
Maybe you were at home.

Maybe. Yeah, I guess so.

- Was anybody with you?
- My parents, I guess.

Your parents were here with you?

I think so. Saturday night...?

No, they went to the movies.
They weren't here.

Are you sure you don't want
anything to eat?

- Any of your friends stop by?
- Not that I can remember.

It was just the night before last.

I'm pretty sure nobody stopped by.

- Were you alone?
- Yes.

- What did you do?
- Watched television, I guess.

- Alone?
- Yeah.

- Know a man named James Doniac?
- No, I don't believe so.

- He says he knows you.
- Really? James who?

- Doniac.
- No, I don't know him.

He said he was here Saturday night.

Here? You're kidding!

- He said you might lie for him.
- Why lie for somebody I don't know?

- So he wouldn't go back to prison.
- You're making a mistake, officer.

Listen to me, Jean.
This is really important.

Last Saturday night
a young girl was murdered.

- I'm sorry...
- Wait a second, hear me out.

A young girl was murdered.

Mr Doniac, the man I was talking about,
has a prison record,...

.. and this morning we questioned him
about that murder.

- I don't know him. I'm sorry.
- He says he was here. That's his alibi.

- You know what an alibi is?
- Yes.

His alibi is that he was here
Saturday night.

- Is that what he told you?
- Uh-huh.

- Well, it's not the truth.
- OK. You just broke his alibi.

- I can't say he was here when he wasn't.
- Well, that's just fine.

If he wasn't here,
it's gonna cost him a whole lot.

If he didn't do it,
he's got nothing to worry about.

For the last time,
are you sure you do not know Doniac?

No, I tell you, I don't know him!

I don't know him!

Who are you?
What are you doing with my daughter?

He's from the police. He's questioning me
about that dope thing.

We're nearly there now, Patricia.

You're OK?

- You're not afraid?
- No, sir. I'm not afraid with you.

Inspector Carella explained to you
what will happen?

Yes, he did.

The Lowery girl's here.

- Hello, Patricia. Remember me?
- Yeah.

Sit down.

I explained to you what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna show you seven men.
If you recognise one of them, tell me.

Anything that you think in your head,
you tell me. OK?

- Steve...
- What?

- Could you come here for a second?
- OK. I'll just be a second.

Some kids were looking for their ball
near to where the body was found.

They found this.
I didn't want to show it to you...

.. in front of the girl.

- There's no point unless it's the right one.
- Yeah.

- You got a plastic bag?
- Yeah.

Lot of blood on the handle.

- Send it right over to the lab.
- I've already spoken to them.

- They waiting for us at the line-up?
- Yeah. They're waiting for us.

Think we'll get anything out of that?

Patricia?

You just go right over there.

- Remember what I told you?
- Yes, sir.

Don't be afraid. They can't see you.

I recognise him.

I'm sure of it.

You recognise one of these men?

Answer out loud, Patricia.
Do you recognise one of these men?

Yes.

Where did you see this man before?

He killed my cousin Saturday night,
and he cut my hands and my face.

Indicate this man
by counting from the left.

He's... the second man from the left.

Patricia, please don't cry.

But... I was sure it was him!

You know, in the police school,
they have a guy walk into the room...

.. carrying a ladder,
wearing a workman's uniform.

He climbs up the ladder,
changes the light bulb,...

.. takes the ladder, walks out of the room.

At the end of the class, the teacher says:

"Did anybody come into the room?"

And everybody says something different!
Somebody says he wore blue trousers...

Almost everybody says
he was washing windows.

You know what he said?
He said nobody came into the room!

- Will you take her home?
- Sure.

- What do we do about Jean's friend?
- Oh, he should go home, I think, eh?

- Not unescorted, of course.
- Of course.

Bye, Patricia. Thank you for coming.

Goodbye, sir.

No!

Andrew!

Tell me you're not dead!

Be quiet. Come here, darling.

She came to live with us
when her parents died.

They were killed on the highway
near Ottawa.

Muriel was 13
when she came to live with us.

I swear I loved her like a daughter.

Andrew, Patricia and her -
they were all three my children.

I know you're not supposed to
on duty, but please...

.. have a drink with me. I need it.

I think Andy will miss her most.

They were like brother and sister.
Perhaps closer.

They never fought.
They were always together.

It's going to take him a long time
to get over it.

I think he blames himself.

Why do you say that, Mrs Lowery?

He was supposed to go to the party
with them, but the restaurant called.

He always needs extra pocket money
for his records.

He... He could have saved her...

.. had he finished at the restaurant...

.. just a few minutes earlier.

I'm not sure I follow exactly
what you're trying to say, ma'am.

After work he went to get the girls,
but they'd already left.

- Your son went to the party?
- What did he do then?

He went looking for them.

- In the street?
- Yes.

But it started to rain, and he thought
they might have come back to Paul's,...

.. but they weren't there.

So he went looking for them again,
but he still couldn't find them.

Come in, sweetheart.

Finally... Finally, he came home alone...
a little before midnight,...

.. and I really started to worry,
and I called the police station.

Patricia, Sergeant Detective Klinger
and myself...

.. would like to extend our sympathies.
I apologise, but...

.. I have to ask you something.
It's because you're the only person...

- .. who can help us with this.
- Yeah.

Have you ever seen this before?

Yes.

Where?

It's the knife that killed Muriel.

This is the knife the man used.

It's a crime of chance.

Those girls went under the archway
by chance.

By chance that guy was there.

- If we find him it'll be by chance.
- That's where it happened, up there.

Hello?

Yeah.

Patricia!

What about?

Patricia,...

.. do you understand what you're saying?
That's a very serious accusation to make.

Patricia, on the night of the murder,
you told us there was...

Patricia, I want to record that statement.

I'm going to send a car to bring you
back to the office. Will you come?

OK.

OK. It'll be just about five minutes.

OK, Patricia,...

.. tell me everything that happened
on the night of September the 3rd.

It's like I told you.
We were at Paul's party.

- Your brother was there as well?
- No. You know he was working.

We left the party alone
at about quarter to 11.

It...

It started to rain cats and dogs.

We were standing under an awning
when... when he came up to us.

Who came up to you?

My brother - Andrew Lowery.

- He joined you under the awning?
- Yes.

That's not what you told me
on the night of the murder.

I know, but... I was lying.

I wanted to protect my brother, but...

.. what he did is too horrible.

I have...

- I think I have to tell the truth.
- OK, Patricia.

Go on.

Andrew came running through the rain.
We were surprised to see him.

I remember he said something like
"Hey, I was looking for you. "

What time was this?

About eleven.

The rain stopped and we started to leave.

- The three of you?
- Yeah. Muriel, Andrew and myself.

Then it started to rain again, so we found
that archway where we'd be protected.

I remember I said we should
make a run for home,...

.. but Muriel said no.

She didn't want to spoil her dress.

And Andy said...

.. "Muriel, why don't you
take your dress off?"

We thought he was joking.

Anyway, I don't know about Muriel,
but... I was sure he was kidding.

How did Muriel react to it?

She said "Come on, Andy, it's enough",
or something like that.

But she said it lightly.
Like not to hurt his feelings.

I expected him to laugh or something,...

.. but instead he said "I'm not joking,
Muriel. Take off your dress. "

And I saw he was...
holding a knife in his hand.

- That's the first time you saw the knife?
- Yes.

He must have had it
in his pocket or in his belt.

- And this is the knife?
- Yes.

And he said to Muriel "I'm not joking"?

Well,...

.. I think Muriel... she started to laugh,...

.. and he... he threatened her
with the knife.

He grabbed her by the wrists and...

.. forced her down on her knees
in front of him. Then he said...

"Go on, take it. I know you want it. "

I was watching them.

I didn't know what to say or what to do.

They were cousins,
like brother and sister,...

.. and he was forcing her to do this.

Suddenly,...

.. he started sticking a knife in her.

He started stabbing her everywhere!

Then... he turned to me and he said...

"All right, honey... you're next. "

And I said "Andrew, you're crazy. "

"I'm your sister. "

And... he told me... "Kneel... kneel like... "

I can't say it!

He wanted me to do
the same thing as Muriel!

Suddenly, he began to stab me.

He slashed my hands and my face.

I fought.

I don't know... I think I kicked him
and he fell to the ground.

I saw him at the funeral,
throwing himself on...

.. on the coffin, screaming...

.. that he loved Muriel,
for everyone to hear.

"Muriel! Wake up, Muriel!
Tell me you're not dead!"

I knew that he was bad.

He was trying to fool everyone.

I thought about it... a lot...

.. and I realised I had
to tell you everything.

Go on home now, Patricia.

Thank you, and...

.. please forgive me.

It's all all right now.

She's out of her mind!

I didn't kill her!
Can you understand that? I loved her!

Mr Lowery, did you join your sister
and your cousin,...

.. under an awning on the corner of
Harding Street and Old Stable Street,...

.. at 11 o'clock on Saturday the 12th?

No!

- Where were you at that time?
- Looking for them.

- Where?
- In the streets!

Before that, you had gone to
Paul Gaddis's apartment. Is that right?

Yes. That's right.

- What time was it then?
- It was before 11 o'clock, I think.

- How long did you stay?
- Not very long.

Paul told me the girls had just left,
so I went looking for them.

It was raining, so I went back to Paul's,...

.. in case they'd changed their minds,...

.. because of the rain.

But they weren't there,
so I went out looking for them again.

- Did you find them?
- I never did find them.

Do you recognise...

.. this knife?

No.

You've never seen it before?

Never.

We decided to send her
to her grandmother's.

It'll be better for her.

I can't believe it really happened.

Andrew doing something like this,
and... his sister going to tell the police.

Last night I... I sat up in bed,
and all of a sudden...

.. I thought...

.. "Ohh, it was a nightmare!"

"Thank God it's over!"

And then I was...

I saw my husband... lying very still,...

.. as though he was asleep,...

.. but his... his eyes were wide open
and he was looking at me.

And I realised he was staring!

My son had killed his own cousin,...

.. and my daughter... saw him... do it.

Mrs Lowery?

Mrs Lowery,...

.. will you show me Patricia
and Muriel's room now, please?

Patricia's bed.

She took a lot of things
to her grandmother's.

How could he do such a thing?

He's my little boy. He's not yet a man.

And now... I'm asked to think of him
as a sort of...

.. as a sort of maniac.

I never suspected them.
She was his cousin.

But what difference does it make?

Haven't cousins... Haven't cousins
fallen in love with each other before?

Some even marry, don't they?

If he wanted her...

.. so desperately,...

.. it would have been better than what he...
than what he ended up doing.

OK. I'm through here now,...

.. Mrs Lowery.

Do you want to see Andrew's room?

I'm not permitted to.
I need a search warrant for that.

What's to stop you?

The law.

The law.

I'm gonna go now.

- Good afternoon.
- I'd like to see Mr Armstrong.

Yes, of course.

Would you like to come this way, please?

Detective Carella to see you.

Mr Armstrong?

Come in.

I presume you're here
about poor little Muriel.

It's a terrible thing. Just... just terrible.

How well did you know her?

Not very well, I'm afraid.

I've only been here since the New Year,
so we weren't very well-acquainted.

I mean,
she seemed like a very nice person.

A young man named Andrew Lowery...

.. has been charged with the murder.
He was Muriel's cousin.

Patricia Lowery, his sister,
identified him as the killer.

I read all that in the newspapers. Erm...

It's a shame.

Had you ever met her?

- Who?
- Patricia Lowery.

No. How could I have met her?

Muriel worked here.
She might have come to see her.

No, I never saw her.

I hardly knew Muriel,
so how could I have known her cousin?

Is that why you came?

- To find out whether I knew her cousin?
- No.

I... I actually came to...

.. talk with some of her friends.

Well, in that case, you should
speak with Helene. Helene Beck.

She's the receptionist outside.

They were very good friends.

One day she asked me
if I knew of a gynaecologist.

I don't know what that means to you,
but to me it meant a lot.

What did it mean to you?

Either she was already pregnant,
or she didn't wanna get pregnant.

She said she had an itch,
but I didn't believe her.

- You know why?
- No.

Because she asked for a good
gynaecologist. You see the difference?

Sure.

Was she pregnant?

I don't know.
The autopsy report didn't say.

- No?
- Maybe.

Oh! I'm probably wrong.

Anyway, they were strict with her,
so the chances of her being pregnant...

- Who was strict with her?
- Her uncle and aunt.

She told you that?

No, not in so many words.
I figured it out.

- On what evidence?
- On the evidence...

.. he always waited for her to finish work
at night, to take her home.

- Her uncle?
- No, the cousin - Andrew.

The one who killed her.

I took better care of her
than I did my own daughter.

Nobody can blame me.

When I took her in...

.. things weren't going too well
around here.

After all, she was my niece,...

.. and... well,...

.. family's a sacred thing.

If I knew it was going to end like this...!

- I try to do the Christian thing...
- Mr Lowery, is there any indication...

.. that any of this might
have been brewing?

- Did Muriel argue with Andrew?
- No.

Look, they were like brother and sister.
That's the way I brought them up.

Muriel used to call me Dad.

Cos that's what I was to her.

And... I think...

.. a good father.

Strict.

Oh, yes.

Muriel wasn't allowed to date
until she turned 17.

I insisted on meeting every boy
she wanted to go out with.

They had to come to my house,...

.. look me straight in the eye,
and shake my hand.

Muriel was... very reasonable.

Very reasonable.

She used to keep a diary, you know.

Oh, yes.

Every night before going to bed
she'd write in it.

I looked...

- Searched everywhere for it.
- Would you mind if I looked for it?

Not at all. You see,...

.. it was a present from me.

I gave it to her for her birthday.
It was red leather.

It had one of those clasps on it.
One of those brass locks on the front.

Thank you, Mr Lowery.
You've been very helpful.

I want to talk with Patricia.
She's with your mother, is she?

She is. She's easy to find...

Mrs Lowery?

I've come to see Patricia.

No!

I'm a police officer, ma'am.
She knows me pretty well.

No!

Your son told me she was here.

No!

I'm not gonna cause her
any harm, ma'am.

- Mr Carella!
- Hello, Patricia.

- How are you?
- Fine.

It's all right, Grandma. He's a friend.

Mr Carella, do you think I was right
not going back to school?

Oh, yeah, I think you were right.

I don't want the kids to think I'm a coward.

- Why do you think they'd think that?
- Well, I got two phone calls...

.. and a letter.

- Have you still got the letter?
- No, I threw it out. It frightened me.

What did it say?

It called me all kinds of horrible names
and things, for ratting on my brother.

On the phone a guy said he'd kill me
if he saw me on the street.

Well, I wouldn't worry
about that happening.

I know.

But... would you have done it?
I mean, if you saw your own brother...

.. kill someone,...

.. would you have told on him?

- Do you have a brother?
- I have a sister.

- Would you have told on her?
- Yes.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

Anyway,...

.. I can't change anything now.

What did you want to ask me?

Just a couple of things
I wanted to clear up.

When we first spoke, you described the
killer as having dark hair and blue eyes.

- I was lying.
- Yeah, to protect your brother.

I was interested in whether there was
any reason you chose that combination.

No, I don't think so.

Do you happen to know
a Mr Jack Armstrong?

No.

He was Muriel's boss.
He's got dark grey hair and blue eyes.

I don't know him.

Patricia, your identification
of your brother as the killer...

.. is going to be challenged.

Why?! I ought to know my own brother!

Well, you were so intent on the first
identification... that turned out to be false.

They're almost certainly going
to try to take advantage of that.

That's why I asked
if you knew Mr Armstrong.

If I could prove that in trying
to protect your brother...

.. subconsciously you picked someone...

.. who was... in some way close to Muriel...

- And you don't know Mr Armstrong.
- I don't know him.

OK. Your father said that Muriel
used to have boyfriends...

.. and she used to bring them home.
Did you meet them?

Sure.

Did any of them have dark hair?

I'm sorry to keep on!

I don't remember what they looked like.
I'm sorry, I don't remember.

Well, I got dark hair and blue eyes.

OK. Your father said that
Muriel had a diary.

Yes, it's true. Every night in bed
she used to write in it.

- Could you describe it for me?
- Sure. It was...

It was with red leather,
and a little plastic strap and locking front.

When was the last time you saw it?

I guess she was writing in it
the night before she was killed.

That's Friday 2nd.

Yes. She locked it
and put it back in her drawer.

She kept the key on a chain
around her neck.

- What drawer was that?
- The top one.

It's not there now.
Any idea where it might be?

No.

That's where she always kept it.

OK.

Well, I'm...

.. sorry... to bother you.

Your hand all right?

- Yeah.
- OK.

- You were right, Inspector.
- Where was it?

About five houses down the road,
in the bottom of a garbage can.

You should smell Dunster!
His wife'll never let him in the house!

That's wonderful! Thank you very much.

- What is it, darling?
- Oh, it's a miracle!

Proves you're a genius.

Go back to bed.
I'll read it in the living room.

- Can't you wait until tomorrow?
- No. Come on... go to sleep.

You! Get to bed!

This diary belongs
to Muriel Stark.

It's a sign of destiny.

On this, my birthday,
the first thing I write is...

.. my lover's lips have touched mine
for the first time.

I love you.

I love you.

Come on, let's get home quickly.
Dad's gonna be upset.

If I get the first question right, I have
a chance of coming in third, or even first!

That's good!

- You see? When you work. Hm?
- Mmm!

I'm going to the kitchen.

- Patti, go help Muriel.
- Don't bother, Pat. I'll go.

Just a kiss!

When he touches me...

.. I fly to unknown heights.

How much longer before he shares
with me the supreme ecstasy?

Anything he wants.

I love him.

What's so important to write about?

Just little things of the day. It's fun.

You could help me
with my English instead.

You do quite well on your own.

No, I don't feel very well.
Go on without me.

- Everybody says Redford's fantastic!
- No, really. Don't worry about me.

- What's wrong?
- Muriel's got a headache.

Andrew, tell them to go to the movies.

Yeah, sure. Go.
I'd better leave. I'll be late.

- Lots of luck!
- Yeah, we'll murder them!

We're going to be late, too. Come on.

Take care.

- Bye! I'll tell you all about it!
- Your uncle will be back about four.

OK. Have fun.

- Are you feeling better?
- Mm-hm.

And your game?

Cancelled.

If you're warm, why don't you
take some of your things off?

- Really?
- Yes.

OK.

You're really muscular.

- You think so?
- Yes.

It's Dad!

Goddamn it!

- Anybody home?
- Yeah!

Hey, Muriel's not feeling well.

Eh? What's wrong with her?

Hey...

- You're not feeling well?
- Headache.

- Take an aspirin?
- Yes.

Well, I don't like it
when my little girl is ill.

What about your game?

Uh, cancelled.

I knew Muriel wasn't feeling well,
so I came home to keep her company.

Well...

You did right, son.

Come.

Uh...

You know it's... it's not nice
going into a young girl's bedroom,...

.. even if she is your cousin.

- You do know what I'm talking about?
- Yeah. Sure, Dad. Sure.

I dream of the day when he possesses
me, when he discovers me... totally.

Totally.

Ah! Look at that!

Louise, go wading further along
the shore. You're scaring my fish.

Dad, we'd like to go for a boat ride.

OK, but don't all go at once.
It's too dangerous.

I wanna go, too.
Besides, I swim better than Muriel.

That's debatable.

Patricia, you heard your father!
Only two in the boat!

Listen, I'll take Muriel,
then I'll come back for you.

- Why not me first?
- Because you're younger.

What's that got to do with it?

- Help us put the boat in the water.
- On top of everything, I've to help you?!

Hey!

Patricia, honey, my fish!

We can't see them any more.

If we can't see them,
they can't see us, either.

I gave myself totally to him,...

.. and he gave himself totally to me.

Look at this poor child.

Fifteen days... she was so happy
she didn't write anything.

"It's terrible now. "

It's terrible now.

Andrew... still nothing.
It's been four days now.

- See you tomorrow, Muriel.
- See you tomorrow, Helene.

I think we're in trouble.

Tomorrow I'll ask Helene...

.. for the address of a good gynaecologist.
I'll tell her some story.

We're being punished for our sins,
that's for sure.

Muriel... why such a look?

- What look?
- You look awful.

I've got a headache. Migraine.

You know,
you really should see a doctor.

Don't worry too much.

We'll do a lab test, then we'll see.

I'll give you the address of the lab.

You should have taken the pill.

- You've nothing against them?
- No.

I'll write a prescription for the pill.

But only if the lab test is negative,
don't forget.

Now come on, smile!
You're much prettier when you smile!

I have to get a lab test done.
He says I might not be pregnant!

Is that true? Well, you see!

Yes. But what will we do
if I am pregnant?

Well, we'll see!

Andrew, sweetheart!

It's all right! Everything's all right!

- What's happened?
- We're clear!

- Everything's all right!
- Oh, come on, don't cry.

Don't cry.

Muriel... can I walk you somewhere?

Oh, that's very nice, but... I'm sure
my cousin's coming to pick me up.

OK. Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

OK. Bye.

Who's that guy!

The new assistant manager. He's nice.

- He's fooling around.
- He's married and has two children.

- You sure know a lot about him.
- We've talked a bit. Not jealous, are you?

Muriel, if you ever have an affair
with another man, I'll kill you.

I don't think he was kidding.

You know, if you had been pregnant,
I was ready to marry you.

There's nothing wrong
in cousins getting married.

I feel like talking to Mum about it.

- I don't think that's a good idea.
- Why not? You love me, right?

Andrew, I love you more than anything,...

.. but I'm sure it's not right
for cousins to get married.

- In fact, it says so in the Bible.
- Whereabouts in the Bible?

I don't know exactly,
but I'm sure I read it somewhere.

Hi.

- Am I late? Have you been here long?
- We just got here.

Let's hurry.
The show starts in ten minutes.

OK. Let's go.

Patricia went to the beach,
but I said I had messages to run,...

.. and Andrew said he had an appointment.

We made love in Andrew's bed
for the first time.

He says that, since I've been on the pill,
I've turned into a wild animal!

It's true.
I don't have to worry about anything!

3.012 ITT.

266 is down 4.25%.

- Are you following all that?
- Yep.

Who's the fella that picks you up?
Your boyfriend?

No, my cousin.

- Nice, is he?
- Very nice.

Look, we've done a lot of work.
Do you wanna have a little lunch?

I don't wanna bother you.

- It's not bothering me. I made the offer.
- OK.

I don't know whether I should've accepted
your invitation. You're married.

Yes, I'm married. I have a daughter
four years old and a son seven years old.

Lunch - don't worry about it.

I haven't exactly flown you to Singapore
for a six-months holiday.

I'm not looking for an adventure.
All this is absolutely innocent.

Plus...

.. I know that you're only 17 years old.

You're very pretty,
but a little bit young for me.

So I shall tell my wife that I had lunch...

.. with a very pretty young lady.

I told Andrew that I had had lunch
with Jack Armstrong,...

.. but not that Jack thought
I was very pretty.

Steve?

- I made you some coffee.
- Thank you.

Andrew was very quiet when I told him.
He sat quietly for a long time after that.

After dinner we played Scrabble. We
finished after the others had gone to bed.

- Don't forget to turn off the lights!
- No, Mum!

- Don't stay up too late, either!
- OK, Dad!

What you really mean is you don't
love me any more. Right, Muriel?

Are you crazy?

You know I love you. I really do.

You know I love you. I adore you.

- What are you reading?
- The Bible.

- You're into religion now?
- No, but there's fabulous stories in here.

- You should read it sometime.
- Thanks a lot!

I'm sure what we're doing is bad.

It must be in the Bible.

Jack took me out to lunch again.

What can you find worth
writing about every night?

Every day, thousands of little
interesting things happen to me.

I make a note of them so I won't forget.

Everything that happens to me
is dull and stupid.

It would bore me even more
if I wrote about it.

You're still so young.

Boy, you look rough this morning!

Patricia took damn nearly all the milk.

So what?

She's so goddamn selfish.

Yesterday she asked me
what I wrote in my diary.

- Do you write about us?
- Yes. All the time.

No, I mean about us.
You understand what I mean.

Yes, about us.
I understand what you mean.

- What's that noise!
- I dropped the jam!

- Make sure you clean it up!
- OK, I'll clean it up!

There's nothing very funny! I don't
understand how you can take it so lightly!

I'm the one who's always told you
that what we're doing is wrong!

All you think about is getting
into my goddamn pants!

Talk even louder, then everyone will hear!

I don't care!
You shouldn't have slapped me!

Are you gonna shut up or not?!

I don't give a damn who hears me,
and I mean it.

Helene, the personnel manager's
got something urgent for you.

I'm in the middle of my accounts.

She just said she wanted
to see you right away.

So, do you want to come in for a minute?

It's a beautiful day! Why don't we, after
work, have some tea up above the city?

My cousin's picking me up at 5.30.

Your cousin is an absolute pig!
Are you sure he's your cousin?

I'm sure he's my cousin,
and he is picking me up at 5.30.

But you could leave at four?

You're always doing overtime,
waiting for your cousin to pick you up.

I'll have to call him.
But, if I don't get him, no tea party.

All right.

Call.

What'll I say?

I don't know. Just say that,
er... you're going to be late.

Hello, Andrew? It's Muriel.

Listen, don't bother picking me up tonight,
cos I won't be through at 5.30.

There's a serious mistake in the accounts.
We're all going crazy trying to find it.

I'll take the subway.

No, don't worry about me.

What?

No, I don't know the time exactly.

What?

Great. Tell me about it
when I see you, OK?

Here's a kiss. Bye.

- You're making me lie.
- It's a white lie. What did he say?

Nothing. But he did say he had
some good news to tell me.

And I gave him a kiss
because I do love him.

Perfect! You should see what it looks like
through the lens. Beautiful!

I can show my wife
what competition she's got.

You're gonna show them to your wife?

Well, er... I don't think so.

Things haven't been going too well lately.
It's not her fault, it's not my fault. It's just...

It's just kind of sad, that's all.

Let's talk about something serious.
Let's talk about you.

I hardly know you.

How do you live? Are you happy?

Me?

It's not an ideal life.

- There you are!
- Were you waiting for me?

Yeah, sure. Listen, I saw a priest. He said
the Church allows third cousins to marry.

- That's your good news?
- Yeah.

He said we could ask for permission,
even though we're first cousins.

They call it special dispensation.
Nine times out of ten they give it.

It all seems so complicated.

- I have to talk to you!
- What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?

- Hey, nobody's at home!
- You should go before they come back.

- I love you and I want to marry you!
- We're first cousins, remember?

You didn't listen to what I said! The priest
said we could maybe get permission!

Just like that, they'll give us permission?

- Who cares about the Church, anyway?
- Well, I care!

I love you! Can't you understand that!

I don't feel like it any more!

Before you always wanted it.
Why not now?

It's your fault! You're always talking
about marriage all the time!

I don't feel like it any more!

I don't feel like it at all.

You must leave that house.

But I can't leave.

- I'd have to find another place to live.
- I'll help you find it.

But you must get away from your cousin.

- I don't think he'd hurt me.
- He's already slapped you.

It's just that I... don't want
anything to happen to you.

Why? What's it to you?

Don't say that.

I would care very much
if something happened.

I do think you should find yourself a hotel.

Uncle Frank would never allow it.

And neither would my aunt.

I'm only 17.

They're my guardians.
They're like parents.

Well, if they're like parents, they should...

.. see to it that their bastard son
is kept away from you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Don't cry. Please don't cry.

Please...

Girls, I'm inviting you
to a party on Saturday.

What's that?

It's Paul Gaddis's birthday. You know, the
guy who Mum thinks is so distinguished.

- I told him I'd take Pat and Muriel.
- That's terrific!

All right, but you have
to be home before midnight.

OK.

- I don't think I can go.
- Why?

- I wanted to see a movie.
- You can go to a movie any time!

This house terrifies me.

- Aren't we good enough?
- Too young.

Everybody at the party will be older.

- OK. I'll go.
- Don't force yourself!

Come in.

- You asked for me, sir?
- Yes, Muriel.

Close the door.

Your cousin is walking up and down
outside. Did you know that?

Yes.

You are crazy. I mean, you're crazy.

You have got to break it off with him.

It's impossible.
I just can't do it like that.

You must.

Now, promise me that
you will speak to him tonight...

.. and tell him that it's all over
between you.

- Promise me.
- I promise.

Do you?

OK.

And then when you're free...
maybe we can...

I can do the same thing, eh?

What is this? A medal or what?

Just the key to my diary.

Your diary? You keep a diary?

- Do you write everything in it?
- Everything.

- You don't write about me, do you?
- Well, of course!

It might not be a good idea.

Nobody reads it. It's locked.
Besides, we're not doing anything wrong.

No, you're right.

We're not doing anything wrong, are we?

Give me a kiss.

Frank, I'd like to do some shopping.
The stores close at ten tonight.

Well, if you want to, dear. There isn't
anything any good on TV, anyways.

Wait a minute, I'll get my purse.

- Where are you going?
- Your mother wants to go shopping.

- Could you drop me off at the library?
- Sure. But hurry.

OK. I'll just be a minute.

See you later, children.

Frank!

- See you later.
- OK.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah. What about?

About us.

I have to talk to you.

Well?

I've thought it over, Andrew.
It's got to stop.

- What has to stop?
- You know very well.

I've been all uptight since last month,
when I thought I might be pregnant.

It wouldn't be right for us to have a baby.

- Why?
- We're blood relatives.

I'm fond of you,
but what we're doing is wrong.

I won't go on.

You started it.

I don't know who started it.

I fell in love with you,...

.. and what happened later...
neither of us could control, I guess.

I just want it all to stop.

And... And I hope that
you'll just let it all die.

I'm crazy about you.

At first I told myself
it was wrong and all that,...

.. but the more I tried to convince myself
the more I fell in love with you.

I knew you loved me.

I didn't even dare touch your hand!

When I knew you loved me too,
I couldn't help myself any more.

Now I'm lost.

You don't want me, right?

I just want it all to die!

What has to stop?

My love for you?

I can't do it.

You want me to die?
You want me to kill myself?

You won't die, Andrew!

Come on, take off your dress!

Take off your dress!

Why do you want me
to take off my dress?

You've been trying to drive me crazy for
quite a while. Now, take your dress off!

You owe me that much one last time.

- I don't owe you a thing!
- Take off your dress. I'm not kidding.

- Are you going to do as I say?!
- No! Don't hurt me!

I'm not going to hurt you,
but you'll do as I say!

Go on. Take it.

Take it. Go on. I know you want it.
You're dying to take it!

Come on!

You rotten bitch!

Go away! Go away!

Go away!

Go away.

- You're home!
- Yeah. The library was closed.

I just got here. Everything OK?

Yeah. Everything's OK.

Someone's read my diary!

When I took the diary out tonight,
the strap was cut. I'm sure Andrew did it.

What terrifies me is he's read about Jack.

I loved him so much,
and now I'm afraid of him.

I pity him also. I think he hates me.

Tonight he said he couldn't go to the party
because the snack bar had called him in.

I'm sure he doesn't have to work.
He just can't stand being around me.

I don't feel like going to that stupid party,
but Patricia's happy about it.

All I want is to leave this house,
find an apartment, and see Jack.

Tomorrow I'll go to that party -
the idea leaves me cold.

Thank God the worst is over now.
I can finally breathe.

Morning, ma'am.

I've come to see Patricia.

- Remember me?
- She's out in the meadow at the back.

- Morning, Patricia!
- Good morning, sir.

I've just finished reading Muriel's diary. I'd
like to ask you some questions about it.

- Have you read it?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- It was impossible. She kept it locked.

You could have cut the strap.

- Why would I do that?
- Well, you might have been curious.

I don't care about
what she wrote in her diary.

Didn't you once ask her
what she found to put in it every night?

- I don't remember.
- Well, she wrote that you did.

If she wrote about it, it's true,
but... I don't remember.

- She wouldn't lie to her diary, would she?
- Muriel never lied.

So whatever she put in her diary
was the truth?

Yes.

If she said that her boss had dark hair
and blue eyes, then we gotta believe it?

- Sure.
- Anyway, I met Mr Armstrong.

He does have dark hair and blue eyes, so
in that instance she was telling the truth.

Patricia, you told me that
the last time that you saw the diary...

.. was the night before
Muriel was murdered.

That's right.

- And she was writing in it?
- Yes, she was writing in her bed.

- And where were you?
- In my bed.

And when she was finished writing?

She locked it and put it
back in her drawer.

- With the little key that she...?
- Yes.

Patricia, there are a couple of things
that are bothering me.

I'll be honest with you
and I hope you'll be honest with me.

I've been honest all along.

That's not quite true.
The first time we talked, you lied to me.

You said the killer was
a dark-haired, blue-eyed man.

But I told you the truth later.

That description is bothering me.

It's pretty apparent from the diary that
Armstrong was interested in Muriel.

He fits your description of the killer,
but... you never saw him,...

.. you never met him.

- You didn't read the diary.
- No.

Patricia, two days before she died,...

.. Muriel wrote that someone asked her
to take off her dress,...

.. forced her down on her knees,
and made her commit a sexual act.

Exactly what you said
the killer did two days later.

- How do you account for that?
- I don't know what you mean.

- Patricia, you read the diary, didn't you?
- No!

Patricia, the strap was cut!
Somebody read the diary.

If somebody read the diary, it's Andrew.

No, Patricia... it was you.

I'm telling you I did not!

Patricia, the night before she was
murdered, Muriel wrote in her diary,...

.. and I'm quoting it from my notes:

"Somebody has read this diary.
The strap has been cut. "

So what?

You said that when she'd finished
writing in it that night, she locked it.

Now why on earth would she lock it
if the strap was cut?

No...! No...!

No...! No...!

No...!

No!

It's soaked.

It's scary.

Muriel, we can look after ourselves.

- What did you say?
- I'm saying...

.. we can look after ourselves.

- Where did you get that?
- That?

Paul's kitchen.

I don't get it.

To defend ourselves.

You must have been...
very frightened that time.

What?

- I don't understand.
- When you thought you were pregnant.

You read my diary, didn't you?

Yes.

- You're the one who read it.
- I read your diary.

Why? Why did you do it?

Cos you're rotten!

I heard you in that bedroom.

You're no good.

I am the one he loves. I am his sister!

He loved me more than her.

He's got to love his sister
more than his cousin.

He's got to love his sister
more than his cousin.

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