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BLAZING MAGNUM

Yes, Ottawa.

Police headquarters.

Person to person
to Captain Saitta, please.

Tell them it's his sister
calling from Montreal.

Yes.

Just a moment, please.

The captain's on assignment.

Can he be reached?

Headquarters to 619.

Captain Saitta, come in.

Saitta here, I'm busy.

It's an emergency, Captain.

So's this. Send it elsewhere, Millie.

Captain Saitta,
can you take that call now?

Okay, everybody.

Hold it!

Captain Saitta, please call back
when convenient. It's your sister.

Thanks, anyway.
I'll have to talk to him some other time.

Hi.

Hey!

You look like it's the end of the world.

Maybe it is.

Big trouble?

A little static from good Dr Tracer.

- What do you have to do with Tracer?
- Nothing.

- Come on, you can tell me.
- I told you, nothing.

Well, whatever it is,
he sure did a number on you.

You know,

there are little ways
you can get back at him.

Harmless ways.

But effective.

One of your famous practical jokes, Fred?

Yeah.

One of my famous practical jokes.

Hello? Oh, yes, Margie.

Yes, we were just leaving.

She was incoherent
and then she passed out.

It looks serious.

Call an ambulance,
I'll meet you at the hospital.

It might not be necessary.
I just can't tell what's wrong with her.

I think you'd better come here.

All right, I'll be right over.

I hate to miss this concert.

Why don't you pull yourself away
from your little wife.

This might be the answers to
all your problems, you never know.

All right, don't do anything
till I get there, nothing at all.

All right.

That was Margie.

One of the girls at the college is ill.

Margie was very upset.

The girl was one of my students.
I couldn't refuse her.

Of course, I hate to ruin
our evening but...

We've been through this before,
haven't we?

Louise, here, drink this.

A little more.

- What the hell is this?
- Depends on you, good doctor.

We could call it a miracle
of medical science,

due to your renowned ability.

Or if you promise not to tell,
we could call it a practical joke.

What a lousy trick to pull, Louise.

I didn't know. My God!

Neither did I, Dad, honest.

Too bad, George.

You're at the critical age.

Too old for these brats but too young
to command their respect.

If you can stand it,

why don't you grab a drink?

All right. I guess the young
must be the young.

I'll put this in here.

Mad at me?

For what?

This or this afternoon?

Take your pick.

Louise.

Louise.

How could I be mad at you?

Come on, Julie,
why don't you play for us?

All right. Who's got a request?

- How about a cha-cha-cha?
- Ah!

How about some soft rock?

Leave it to me.

Louise!

Louise!

I'm Margie Cohn.
This is my brother, Kerry.

We're terribly sorry.

Well, thank you. Thank you for coming.

I'm Robert Tracer.

Thank you so much for coming.

I'm sorry.

Mr Saitta, I'm Dr Tracer.
I attended your sister.

I know, Doctor.

I want you to know we did
everything possible, everything.

I'm sure you did. Sure you did.

Hello, Fred.

- You don't know how I feel.
- I think I do.

I knew about your relationship
with Louise.

It pleased me.

Well, that was really in the past.

- But she still...
- Oh, she was very fond of you.

Yes.

I'm Terence.

I'm very sorry.

Thank you so much for coming.

Julie.

You all right, Tony?

No, I...

I don't think so, Matt.
I've got a squeezy feeling.

I believed everything that
the medical people here told me.

Now, Julie, was Louise very upset?

The most upset I've ever seen her.

She seemed really frightened.

Matt...

I know this is gonna sound a little crazy.

I want you to get
an exhumation order on Louise.

- Why, Tony?
- Now, do what I say.

Start papers for an autopsy.

Oh, I'm sorry. Let me get
some more light in here for you.

You're looking at the pictures of Louise,
aren't you?

And her books.

Yes.

There's some new pictures
over on the piano.

Oh, thank you.

She was my best student.

Thank you.

You two were very fond
of each other, weren't you?

Very.

She was so great.

I talked the dean into letting me
live here in the music department

so I could be close to my work.

These are hers.

And Louise was concerned about me
being alone in the building at night,

so she offered to move in with me.

With her here it was like having eyes.

Who took these photos?

I don't know.

Do you know who
she was seeing after Fred?

There was someone but she
never spoke about him.

Do you mind if I take these with me?

Sure.

- I'll be getting in touch with you.
- Okay.

Hey, Fred!

Tony.

You look pretty good up there.

Say, I've got a question or two
I want to ask.

When, er...

When you and Louise
stopped seeing each other,

did she start dating anyone else?

Not that I know of.

Well, did, er, she have a running feud
going with anybody?

I don't think so.

Say...

I know how you feel about
Louise dying but...

why go into her life like this?

I suspect she was murdered.

Possibly poisoned.

Who would want to...

sweet Louise?

Tracer!

Why do you say Tracer?

- He gave her the drug.
- I'm aware of that.

And the argument.

He was having an argument with my sister?

I saw it. It was right on campus.

- Well, what was said?
- I was too far away to hear.

It was serious.
I'd just come back from a flying lesson.

They were arguing.

I thought...

I thought at one point
he was going to hit her.

Recognise the girl?

Who did she come here with?

I am sorry, I don't remember.

Yeah. Where's the manager?

Upstairs.

Oh. Captain. What a surprise.

Let me introduce you to my guests here.

How do you do, gentlemen?

Excuse me.

Look, Saitta, I run a respectable place.
You're being rude!

- You're hurting my business!
- Okay.

You come clean.

I know you know this girl. Now,
who does she usually come here with?

Look, er, to be honest with you,
I'm embarrassed.

I usually keep track of my customers,
but I don't know her.

That's a lot of crap!
Now, that's a lot of crap!

Now, you come clean
or I'll have you busted

for selling after hours and to minors.

And you'll have to sell this joint
just to pay off the attorney fees.

Now, come clean!

All right, all right! All right.

They come here all the time.

He's a Montreal doctor.

Tracer. George Tracer.

Tracer.

Look, he's a first-class citizen.

I hope he's not in any trouble, er,

'cause of some little tramp.

Tony, it's your sister's autopsy report.

She was poisoned.

You were having a thing
with my kid sister,

and you were afraid of a scandal,
weren't you?

Afraid that an affair with a young girl

might tarnish your
professional reputation.

Well, that's ridiculous.

Now, we know all about
Louise's death, don't we?

No, we don't.

When you heard she was ill,

you got the bright idea to end
your problem permanently.

After all, who would question
a respectable doctor?

That's absurd.

Well, Louise was okay until you gave
her the poison and then she died.

I gave her a simple stimulant.

- Did you read the coroner's report?
- Yes, I did.

It merely says what, not who.

You had an argument with her
that afternoon!

- Who said?
- I said. Information received.

Yes, we had words.

And what was said?

It's personal.

So's my sister's death.

- We argued about medical treatment.
- I don't believe you.

I was treating your sister
for hypertension.

She was unhappy with the results
she was getting, she insisted I do more.

I cautioned her about some of
the new drugs on the market

and that's all it was, a doctor/patient
disagreement, that's all.

That's not convincing.

Those drugs, give them to me.

It's in my bag in the next room.

Matt.

Tracer...

you're in a hell of a lot of trouble!

Captain, listen to me.

I understand how you feel, believe me.

Particularly with that coroner's report.
It's shocking but...

I swear I did everything in my power
to help Louise.

How do you think I feel? I'm a doctor.

Open it. Give me the drug.

What's the matter, Tracer?

That's strange.

Oh, it just vanished, did it?

I put those pills in here.
I know they were in here.

They were in here.

Come on, let's... let's be logical.

You've got nothing on me.
This is just circumstantial.

Now, if I wanted to kill your sister,

would I have done it in front
of a crowd of people?

Wouldn't I have been sure to have put
a bottle of innocent pills in there

as an alibi?

- What's more, I have witnesses.
- To what?

- To what I did last night.
- Who?

Margie Cohn, for one.

That's convenient.
She's the one who called him.

- It's no crime to call a doctor.
- No.

Margie Cohn was right next to me.

She saw me take that
bottle of pills out of this bag.

She saw me break the seal
to get to those pills

and she'll testify to that.

Now, if you want to accuse me of
substituting poison for that medicine,

you've got to prove it!

Hold it, Chuck!
Hold it, for crying out loud!

All right, the fun's over.
Come on, fellas.

Come on, we've got work to do here.

- Who was she?
- No comment.

You happy, Officer Devro? First day
on my squad and you got a murder.

Jim, get the photographers out of here.

- Tony.
- Hello, Matt.

I hear it's pretty messy.

Yeah, you said it.

Any clues?

We don't even know her name.

Ah! It's getting disgusting.

You can't even walk the streets
any longer.

- Say, Matt, I've got a favour to ask.
- Shoot.

I gotta talk to Margie Cohn,
just to check out Tracer's claim.

I can't find her.

Wild Margie! I'm not surprised.

We did a background check
of everyone at the party.

Turns out Margie will sleep with
almost anyone except her husband.

I'll detail a couple of men to help you,

but I'll have to do a bed check
all around town.

Thanks.

By the way, you know her husband
is the head of the foundation

that runs the college?

But don't ask him.
He's got a busy love life of his own.

I told you, the first time...

I've got a few questions for you, Margie.

I didn't mean to interfere
with your penetrating experience.

And you?

Are you doing some research
for your old man?

Why don't you just butt out?

Look...

I feel very sorry about Louise,

but don't you think this is
going a little far, Captain?

I'll get to the point.

When Tracer gave Louise the drug,
were you in the room?

Yes. Why?

- Were you near him?
- Yes.

Why?

Describe what he did.

Why, Captain?

This is a police matter.
Now, you'd better answer.

Tell him! My father has nothing to hide.

He took some pills,
he put them in some water...

No, before that.
Where did get the pills from?

- From his bag!
- You mean, they were just loose?

No, they weren't just loose,
they were in a bottle.

- Will you swear to that?
- Well, of course I would!

- Where else would he keep them?
- Will you take an oath

that the bottle was in the original seal?

Well, go on!

I can't. I...

I was looking at Louise at the... time.

Officer, would you make a note of that?

Is Dr Tracer in trouble?

Well, you could say so.

Yes, Margie,

you could say so.

Who's there?

Who's there?

I know someone's in here.

Miss Foster, stop!

Go back!

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I presume you're not here
for a polio shot.

You presume right.
We're here to arrest you.

Your alibi fell through, Tracer.

The campus tramp
isn't much on pill bottles.

Well, frankly, I expected this.

I'm sure you did.

And your son, Robert,

he makes a good spy
in the local bedrooms.

Now, cut that out, Saitta.

I'd like you to meet Mr Mortenson,
my attorney.

I called him when it became evident
today was the day.

You've got yourself an uphill fight,
Mortenson.

My pleasure, Captain.

It will also be my great pleasure
to prove my client's innocence.

Come on, let's go inside.

Let's all go in and have a drink.

Cut the crap, Mortenson.
We didn't come here for a party.

Look, my client has
described the situation.

Now, I sympathise with your personal loss,

but you have nothing on Dr Tracer.

Your client had an affair
with Louise Saitta.

He had an argument the day of the murder.

He had the knowledge
and the opportunity to kill her

and he administered the fatal drug.

My good man, that's theory.

No, sir, evidence, enough to book him.

- This is ridiculous! I refuse--
- Now, George.

- I have been civil long enough!
- George, take it easy.

- Let me do the talking here.
- Yes, George.

You might as well let him talk for you.

He's going to have to do it
at the divorce.

Elizabeth, please.

Now, no judge is going to sign an arrest
warrant based solely on your theory.

With this I can hold him for seven days.

I'll look after this.

Can we forget the handcuffs?
Save my reputation?

I couldn't care less, Tracer.

Hey.

- I just left Tracer's colleagues.
- And?

As far as they're concerned
he's a good doctor,

straight shooter and a family man.

Can you believe it?

Here's a guy who's been
living a double life

and all this time he's been
getting away with it.

And how about you?
Did you turn up anything?

Negative.

I had the boys go over
that party room again

to see if there was anything
they could come up with

that Tracer might have left behind,

even one fibre of cotton
from that pill bottle.

He's a careful man.

Let's look into his career record
from medical school on up, hmm?

Okay.

Say, do you remember that girl
that we found in the rock crusher?

The girl was a guy.

A guy?

Sounds like something we might
find in a fruit market, huh?

Sure, we said the same.

Anything else unusual
about him, or her?

Print dress, fairly common pattern,

a chewed up handbag,
pretty common too.

Besides a handbag,
we found some, er...

Broken nail polish bottle, might help us.

That's a strange shade.

Never seen that colour before.

Let's look in at cosmetic shops on that.

Right.

Tony, we found something else.

Photograph.

The lab boys managed to
smooth it out and clean it up.

The face is cut out for some reason

as if the victim was only
interested in the necklace.

I seem to recognise that necklace.

Right.

I hope you don't mind,
I had Louise's evidence file

pulled for some photographs
I want to show you.

Take a look at this.

May I help you?

We have a wonderful new selection
of inflatable female dolls.

Life-size.

Has all the parts.
You could do anything.

Mm-mm. Not my style.

Maybe I'm your style?

Fifty bucks.

And I'm not the shy type.

Neither am I.

Oh, sir.

I didn't know you were
one of our public servants.

I run a perfectly respectable shop here,

appealing to those fascinated
with the mysteries of the body.

My reputation is above reproach.

- Shove your reputation.
- Oh...

I want the facts.

Yes, sir, of course.

I'm looking for a transvestite,
or a group of transvestites,

who can give me some information,
do you understand?

Well, I think I can help you. There's some
who come in here from time to time.

We have a wonderful assortment
of lipstick, you know.

Well, I'll write down
their addresses for you.

This'll look much better on you.

I don't know why I decided
to be the new Marilyn.

Anna May Wong would've been much easier.

That gorgeous straight hair.

But Dracula would have been
a much closer resemblance.

Are you expecting someone, girls?

Not I, says the good fairy.

Sounds like a hot one.
He must crave my body.

Then answer the door, Cinderella.

Mm-hmm.

Cinderella, answer the door!

Just a minute!

- I want to talk to you.
- Hey, sweetie, it's private here!

- I want to...
- It's only for members!

Hey, just take it easy, girls.
Just take it easy.

I want some information.

I'll give you a mouthful of information.

Truce, truce, sweetie.

Why don't you just tell me
what you want?

Your other girlfriends aren't in
a very social mood.

And you like the only intelligent one
on the group.

What I want from you is some information.

If you don't give it to me,
you're gonna spend some time

in the back of a paddy wagon.

How dull!

Now, don't get smart.

Any of your girlfriends,
have they been missing?

Well, We haven't seen
Jean Harlow lately.

What's her real name?

Jean Harlow! Er, Kerry to you.

Hello? Is this Crown Security?

Maybe you can help me.

I've got a key to locker 310.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,

but we had a report someone called
asking where this locker was

and, you know, most of those calls
come from guys who steal a key,

or find it, and they want to take
what's in the locker.

That's why my men
had the place staked out.

Well, you did that all right
and a little bit more.

Well, maybe it's my fault.
I'm a little touchy.

I'm working on a case, a murder case.

This might be some evidence.

I'm awfully sorry.

I had no idea until the investigation

that the body turned out
to be your brother Kerry's.

Nobody ever bothered to understand Kerry.

I know this isn't the proper time,

but do you know why...

why Kerry would have
anything like this with him?

No. Why?

Why does it matter?

It matters because Louise once wore them.

Then perhaps Louise gave them to Kerry.

Neither one of them could afford it.

Now, look at this.

Do you have any idea
why Kerry would cut

everything else off but the necklace?

I don't know! Now, will you
please leave me alone?

How could my sister ever get involved
with someone like your brother?

Someone like my brother?

You're always passing judgements,
aren't you, Captain?

You went after Tracer because
he was fooling around with Louise.

But did you find out the rest?

Lovely Louise was blackmailing him.

She threatened to tell everyone
if he left her.

You're blind, Saitta.

Blind with brotherly love.

You can't see what lovely little Louise
was really like, can you?

A necklace?

Yes, Louise gave me one as a present
just before she...

She told me it wasn't anything special,
but to me it was such a nice thought.

- I'll show it to you.
- I'd appreciate that.

It's gone.

So that's what they came to steal.

- Who?
- Who knows?

The other day when I came back,
there was someone here.

He or she got away.

I think it was a man,
but I'm not really sure.

Is this what you were seeking?

Yes.

- Yeah.
- Here.

Uh-uh.

Ah, come on, Dutch.

If you play ball with us we'll lay off
of you for the next three months.

Now, have we got a deal?

What happens after that?

Depends if you're a good boy or not.

And if I don't play now?

Well, then we lean on you.
We lean on you real heavy.

Deal.

Give me some leads.

Just tell us which of our fences would be
involved with a necklace like that.

I don't want to get some
nice gentlemen in trouble.

Now, come on, Dutch, come on!

Ted Sullivan and Pietersen the Swede.

Hey! Come here. I want to talk to you.

The little boys' room is on the right.

Everybody out!

Everybody out! Police!

Bless you, my son. The Lord
holds policemen in high esteem.

I said out, Father!

What in hell do you want?

Did you ever see this?

Never, I swear to God on my mother.

Take another look at it.

Never seen it, on my mother and father!

Don't you lie to me!

Get the priest. I'll swear!

How's your memory now, huh?

- How's your memory?
- You got the wrong man!

I got the wrong man, huh?

- Sullivan didn't know anything?
- No.

And I'm convinced that
Kerry never went to him.

Let's go find the Swede.

- Yeah?
- Swede?

- What do you want?
- Sullivan sent us.

We got some business.

Something I can do for you?

Yeah.

I'd like directions
to the nearest restroom.

Well, sure.
I'm sorry about the scratches.

But I need some information first.

If I've got it, it's yours.

Ever see this?

It's a necklace.

No jokes. You ever see it?

Yeah.

As a matter of fact, a guy and a girl,

they wanted me to push it for them.

The guy was...

a fairy princess.

The girl,

she was young.

What did she look like?

Dark hair, dark eyes.

Is that her?

Yeah, that's the babe.

Look, I didn't want any part
of the necklace, it was too hot.

I told the princess to take it
to this here jeweller.

Which one?

Fabien.

I've never seen her before.

But the necklace, yes, I had it
but only for one afternoon.

- Who brought it in?
- Kerry.

- Why didn't keep it any longer?
- Ah...

Because of the circumstances.

I'm a respectable businessman,
I don't handle hot goods.

It appeared on this list of
stolen jewels from Toronto.

Besides, a necklace like that -

40 identical, Oriental, black pearls -

- isn't easily forgotten.
- Mm-hmm.

So that's why you didn't want
anything to do with it?

I'm no longer involved
in unfortunate transactions.

How did you get rid of it?

As a matter of fact,
I gave it back to Kerry.

I asked him where he got it.

I naturally warned him
of its regrettable circumstances.

- What did he say?
- Nothing.

But being concerned with
upholding the law, I investigated.

The necklace was taken in a robbery
by two youngsters in Toronto.

The victim was murdered.

Suppose Louise and Kerry were killed
because of the necklace?

It's possible.

That would clear Tracer, wouldn't it?

For Kerry's murder, at least,
he's got an airtight alibi.

As far as the rest...

Yeah, I'd go along. I don't see him
involved in a jewel heist.

I've screwed up.

Come on, man!

I've put away the wrong guy before too.

Not for your sister's murder.

Do we let him go?

To what or whom do I owe
this little legal crumb?

Routine procedure.

Routine? Is it always routine
to throw the wrong main in jail?

- It happens. It's regrettable.
- Regrettable?

I want you to know
I intend to take legal action.

There are avenues.

Well, how are you feeling, Captain,
now that you've ruined me?

I apologise for what's happened.

But it's against my better judgement
to turn the likes of you free.

As a professional I have to.

Look, you never understood anything
about my relationship with Louise

and even if I explained it
you wouldn't understand it.

The people closest to us
are the ones we know the least.

Get out!

Captain, you still have my condolences
over your sister's death.

Now, this material came from
the Toronto police.

It's all we have on the Wilkinson murder.

This is the victim, Mrs. Wilkinson.

She was killed with that.

This picture of the stolen necklace was
supplied by the insurance company.

Next is the reconstruction of the crime.

The theory is that the boy
began hitting the victim

while she had her back to him.

Maybe she was talking to the girl.

Who's he?

A witness.

Mr. Henry Lipton, the gardener.

He says he didn't see the boy

but he's got a good description
of the girl.

This is the composite picture here.

Now, we have the statements.
Copies right here.

That's all right, we've seen enough.

Sir, I think you'd be
very interested in...

That's okay, Sergeant, we've seen enough.

Yes, sir.

How about those kids?

Real animals, eh?

They oughta bring back
the death penalty.

That'll be all for today,
Sergeant, thanks.

That was Louise.

Oh, God, Matt.

I loved her so much.

I know.

She was a good kid.

I wonder what turned her around?

Come on, Tony.

Louise probably had no idea that kid
was going to kill the old lady.

She suddenly found herself
mixed up in a murder.

That's pretty evident.

Then why did she help him
try to dump the necklace?

Maybe the kid forced her to.

Who knows?

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe when Louise tried to back out,
he killed her.

He killed her and Kerry, because
they knew the whole story.

Yeah. Yeah, that would explain things.

The robbery and the murders
were committed by the same person.

Someone who was at the party
when Louise died.

Okay, who?

I... I don't know.

Let's go back to the college
and start all over again.

Now, we've eliminated Tracer

and Kerry was a victim.

The crime that was committed in Toronto
was by a male.

Which leaves Fred, Robert, Terence,

and a couple of other kids at the party
who didn't even know Louise, we know that.

One of them wore a foot brace.

And the other was in love with Louise.

Say, maybe Margie knows something
she's not telling us.

Who is it?

Julie, it's Margie. May I come in?

I need to see you.

I know, it's terrible.

I still don't believe it myself.

But this friend of ours,
this jeweller, was sure.

Louise and Kerry were involved
with that stolen necklace.

No!

Do you understand what
I'm trying to tell you, Julie?

Someone we know is a killer.

Impossible.

The people we know, they just couldn't.

Is there anything Louise said
that might help, a hint?

A comment, a joke, a name she dropped?

Margie?

Margie? Margie!

Margie.

Terence?

No!

No!

No!

What the hell's the matter with you?
You trying to get yourself killed?

Take me to the police, please!

Julie, it's me, Tony!

Terence!

Terence did it! He murdered Margie!
I heard him!

There's your answer, Tony.

- I heard him!
- She's in shock.

- Look after her.
- I'll call an ambulance.

He knew Julie could identify him.

I guess when she got away,
he figured he'd had it.

The murders had some logic.

They covered up a crime that
Terence committed in Toronto,

along with Louise.

Unfortunately, I didn't do the obvious.

I didn't ask Julie who Louise
went to Toronto with.

Had I done that,

we'd have been able to identify
Terence much sooner.

Now for the moment,
Julie can't confirm that.

She's in shock at the hospital.

You were right, Doctor.

The people closest to us
are the ones we know the least.

The sedatives aren't having much effect.

I wouldn't increase the dosage.

Miss Foster?

Miss Foster, can you hear me?

Miss Foster?

Oh, you can return to your station.

Yes, I'd like to send some flowers.

Which room is
Miss Julie Foster in, please?

Drop the knife, Fred.

I said drop it!

It's all right, Julie, it's all right.

You tried to make us believe
that Terence was the killer.

Impossible.

It was impossible for him
to walk out of Julie's room

without having blood all over him.

It was impossible for him to hang himself

because he wasn't tall enough to stand on
that little chair you left underneath him.

I mentioned Julie's name last night
just to lure the killer here,

whoever it might have been.

Now, Louise...

Louise wanted to leave you, didn't she?

But you thought you could keep her
by getting her involved in a crime,

which you did, and when she became
too dangerous you killed her.

You killed the others too
for the same reason.

Your sister killed Mrs Wilkinson!

Check the fingerprints
on that candlestick...

and you'll see.

They belong to Louise.

I loved Louise.

I would have done anything she asked,

like I did that day.

She talked me into it.

She wanted to steal something,

to have enough money for the two of us,

to do whatever we wanted.

At first I thought she was kidding.

God! If only she had been!

She wanted the money from that necklace.

But I knew it would lead
the cops straight to us.

I couldn't change her mind.

I had to kill her.

This is a police matter. You and
your son are clean, so get out!

Wait, Doctor.

Tell him what his sweet little sister
was all about.

After all, weren't you ready to
leave your family to cure her?

I, er...

I really did try to help your sister.

She was driven, compulsive,

amoral, almost psychotic.

She went from man to man,
from bed to bed.

She wanted everything from life, too much.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to help her.

- Oh, no!
- Shut up!

You shoot, you'll kill her!

Get out!

Oh! Stop!