02x03 - Hush Now, Don't You Die

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Skip class, run away
and get married and

go live in the Bahamas
with very little on.

You're ruthless.

I'm three minutes away
from a class in legal ethics.

And you're trying to bribe and
corrupt a future member of the bar.

Well, I'm just testing, you know.

I gotta make sure that you're incorruptible
in case some girl tries to make

you a better offer.

You know, modern type.

That wouldn't make you
suffer through an engagement.

Well, don't worry.
I love the old-fashioned type.

Anyhow, old-fashioned's
getting to be modern these days.

I gotta go. They're playing my song.

Okay. You wanna grab a bite
tomorrow night before class?

Yeah, about seven. Say hello to your folks.

I will.

I love you.

I love you too.

Bye.

Bye.

Mmm. Yes.

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Hi. How you doing?

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Would you look at that, man.

Huh?

Why does stuff like that waste
time going to college, huh?

Yeah.

I mean, it's not gonna get
any better than that, right?

Hey, baby. You need a ride?

[LAUGHS]

Hey. Psst. Yo.

Come on. Why don't you
jump in these bucket seats

here and have a little
fun, the three of us.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

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Oh, that rotten cheese ass came far enough.

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Hey, James. Where'd you get that?

Don't worry, baby. Don't worry.

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Hey, look. You can have my purse.
Take my purse!

No! Let me go! Let me go!

[SCREAMS]

No! Let me go!

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[SCREAMS]

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[SCREAMS]

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Let me go!

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We're gonna teach you to be nice.

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No! Oh, my God! No!

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Hey, what are you doing?

Don't scratch me. Make me bleed.

But, hey, move. Just make me easy.

Easy. Get your damn hands off me, man.

Hey, don't freak out on me.
Now you... I'm telling you, bitch.

[SCREAMS]

I'm gonna take it easy. I'm telling you.

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Somebody heard the sh*ts.
He must have heard them first.

What's his car?

According to the registration.
I don't know who belongs to this.

Have you got another
bag with an eyewitness?

All right, get the g*n and ballistics.

James Sperry, what did you do
to get a chalk Mark around you?

Hi.

What is this, a social call? Forensics
been here for 20 minutes, and all I

get is "Lieutenant, hi"?

Drive fast and work slow.

Fast enough to be through with him?

Yeah.

And like I said, to write a book.
What do you got?

Back there among the dirty
beer cans and gum wrappers,

we found a few drops of fresh
blood and a woman's hair clip.

What is it, a victim?
Female assailant? What?

I just put it in a bag, Lieutenant.
You can write the book.

Strong smell of alcohol,
severe scratches on the

face and neck, traces
of semen on the trouser.

So that's what we got here.

Tabros.

Now, get the M.E. to stop what he's doing.

Bag the victim's hands
and get a nitrate test.

Also, I want you to check everybody
the kid knew from day one, understand?

The usual, canvass the area,
house to house, street to street.

See if the good people heard
any voices, heard any sh*ts.

Saw any people get out of the car.

What people?

Why isn't this guy solo?

He sees the girl with
the hair clip on the street.

He comes after her with a g*n.
They struggle, he gets sh*t.

If there's only one person, how
come there's two doors open?

The kid's in the car with the girl
and he forces her out of the car.

Well, if you're with a girl, I mean,
you don't let her out one door and then

you go out another door yourself.

You both go out together.

I like that.

Don't you?

Another long night for next of kin.

Let it all out, baby. Come on.

Come on, baby. Let it out.

Frank, we gotta call the police.

No.

Frank, we gotta call-- No!

What are the police gonna do?

They're gonna haul her in?

They're gonna question her?
They're gonna stare at her?

They're gonna make out
like she's a little street Walker?

Come on.

Then what, huh?

Then where are the
police gonna go to recover

what was stolen from
her? Some hock shop?

You want her to wind up sitting in
some courtroom putting on a show for a

bunch of grinning old biddies

while some smart lawyer
makes out like she's a prost*tute?

I'm telling you, the
police did her no

good before, they
did her no good during,

and they're not gonna
do her any good after.

Tony. Tony will--
Tony will understand.

Tony don't have to know nothing about this.

But she said one of them was sh*t, Frank.

He's the lucky one.

I swear on my mother's
grave, he is the lucky one.

But Frank, the other one,
what about the other one?

He could be out there
doing this again and again.

I ain't worried about the rest of
New York, I'm worried about her!

Listen.

We'll see a doctor.

It's gonna be all right,
don't worry, don't worry.

You're gonna--you're
gonna be married in white.

In grandmother's lace.

It's gonna be all right,
baby, it's gonna be all right.

Nobody will know.

I'll know.

Listen.

This other one, what did he look like?

Tell him, tell him.

Tell me exactly what he looked like.

He...

He was drunk.

And weird-looking.

With these thick glasses.

Don't get me started.

I know how rough this is, and I'm sorry.

My beautiful, beautiful boy.

Mr. Sperry, does your son own a g*n?

What the hell kind of question is that?

Of course not. Criminals own g*ns.

So what you're saying,
if your son owned

a g*n, he was engaged
in criminal activity?

What is all this?
You got cops crawling all over town.

And yet an honest
young man like James

can't even step out
of his car after dark...

without being cut down just like that.

Mr. Sperry, we believe that a young
woman was r*ped 40 feet from where your

son was found dead.

You saw the scratches on his face and neck.

And I'm sure the blood test will
show that he was drinking heavily.

Now, if that adds up to an honest
young man who steps out of a car...

to take a stroll in a deserted warehouse,

then you, Mr. Sperry, are
gonna have to help me prove it.

He might have been trying to help someone.

There are other interpretations.
There have to be.

If that's true, any idea where he was
coming from, where he was going?

No.

We think he wasn't alone.
Can you help us there?

I think he said he was going
over to see John Campbell.

But that was earlier. Yes, yes, earlier.

John Campbell. You know where he lives?

He's a nice boy. Lives with his mother.

I think he lives over on Royden someplace.

Lives with his mother.

Hey, look, uh...

It's my job, and I'm sorry.

Please.

Please. Please.

It's hard to believe.

James sh*t.

I don't know what to say.

His parents said that
you were with him today.

Well, yeah. Earlier.

What's earlier?

Around noon.

He picked me up to drive me
around, pick up some parts for my car.

When was the last time you saw him?

Around 2, I guess.

He dropped me off
down in the garage, and

I worked on the car
until it got too late.

Did he say where he was going?

No. Not that I recall.

Where did you go to get the parts?

Blair's, Pascal's.

I have the receipts.

What are you getting at?

Did you talk to anyone while
you were working on your car?

People were driving in and out.

I might have said hello.

We don't know too many
people in the building.

You live here with your mother?

Yes.

Is she home?

No. She's spending the night at my aunt's.

She just had an operation.

Where'd you eat tonight?

Right here.

I had a sandwich. Hey, what is this?

You got a job?

Yeah, I deliver for Manning's
department store, New Rochelle.

I was off today.

Yes.

Why? I told you everything I know.

Thank you, Mr. Campbell.

If all this checks out, I won't
have to bother you again.

Thank you. Good night, Mr. Campbell.

Good night.

[phone ringing].

Hello?

John.

Hello, Mother.

I was worried about you.

You said you'd call me from work today.

Is anything wrong?

No.

For Pete's sake, why does
something always have to be wrong?

Well, you don't have to snap at me.

I'm doing the best I can.

I can't be two places at once.

And your aunt just came
home from the hospital.

I'll be home tomorrow.

Yeah, okay.

Did you call me earlier?

Yes, yes, I did.

Well, I was down in the garage a
couple of times, working on the car.

Well, I hope you were careful.

Yes.

I was careful.

Ballistics says that's the g*n.

The fingerprint section was able
to lift off only one identifiable partial

off the frame, Sperry's.

But Stavros says the ME's
nitrate test was negative.

So he didn't fire the g*n, but
it could have belonged to him.

Well, only criminals own
g*ns, according to his parents.

So how do you tell mom and
dad that their little boy, Jimmy,

was engaged in sexual
activity just before he d*ed?

And according to the medical examiner,
he had enough alcohol in his blood to

marinate him.

And his last romance?

According to the gouges on his
face, it wouldn't call a Jack and Jill went

up the hill, would you?

What do you think, Detective Miller?
You've had enough experience of this.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time
that a r*pe victim didn't report it.

How many girls have
you talked to been

through something
like this? Hundreds?

Thousands.

Well, tell me, your average victim,
they kind of become emotionally

disturbed? They give up?

She wouldn't grapple for a g*n at
that point. She'd more than likely be in a

state of shock.

It sounds to me like you
have a missing third party.

Maybe somebody's
threatening her if she talks.

Stavros!

You lost a lot of weight.

He ain't here, Lieutenant.

All right, you take this
and give it to him, okay?

And track it down.
Find out who bought it and where.

You know, curio shops,
Indian pet shops, whatever.

Go ahead.

Anything in the sex
crimes files could help us?

Not yet.

I'm used to piecing together the
face of a r*pist by talking to the victim.

But you already have the face.
At least one of them. You need the victim.

There's no M.O.
here that I'm missing, is there?

Not that I can think of.
Of course, a g*n isn't usually involved.

Maybe your missing
party is a real weakling.

Whatever he is, he's most
likely a m*rder*r and a r*pist.

Then I've got to find him
fast and put him behind bars.

I wish I could help you, Lieutenant.

I've checked all the
hospital emergency wards.

There are no aided cards on
r*pe victims that tie in with this.

Got to find him.

Got to find him fast and talk to her.

Yeah, delivering and fine food cocktails.

Well, unless Mr. Sperry has a light smoker,

I'd say he picked up these matches
smoking a half pack before he gave it up

for Goodwin Chew.

The living end.

It's a start, right?

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[man on radio]

Yeah, Crocker.

Uh, this John Camel
of yours, he wouldn't

wear dark, thick
glasses, would he?

He sure doesn't, Lieutenant.

Oh, yeah?

Well, meet Kojak, and I think
he speaks with forked tongue.

Oh, yeah?

That's right. I've been talking to
the bartender here at the living end.

He says he was
serving drinks to Sperry

and a guy with thick
glasses until after 6.

Yeah?

If that's John Camel, he's
been lying to you, baby.

Yeah, that's a naughty,
naughty, naughty no-no.

Get a book on him.

Right.

Don't.

Hey.

Don't paw me on the street, okay?

What's the matter with you?

You know, if there's something
the matter with me, then, uh...

maybe you're just wasting your time.

I'm sorry.

Um... I'm just not feeling
well, that's all, John.

Well, maybe you ought to
go see a doctor or something.

I'll be all right.

Look, I'm gonna be late for work.
I'll see you at school.

Yes?

Mrs. Sperry?

Yes.

I was a friend to your son.

Please.
I just can't talk about it right now.

I understand how you feel.
I just didn't want to set my conscience.

What?

I owe James $20 for this football pool.

Please. Just never mind.

Maybe... maybe you could tell
me where I could find his friend.

What?

I never can think of his name. The, uh...

kid with the, uh...

thick glasses.

John Campbell.

John Campbell. Yeah.

I owe him, too. Where is it that he lives?

Over on Royden someplace, I think.

He lives with his mother.

Now, please. I just can't talk to anyone.

There's Campbell.

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Campbell?

Hello?

Mr. Campbell?

I'm sure my associate here,
Mr. Crocker, explained your rights.

I just came here to explain our rights.

I thought you wouldn't know.

You see, we have rights, too.

We have rights, for example, to the truth.

Now, come here.

When you lie to my man
Crocker, it's just like lying to me.

And that's a violation of
our rights and the public's.

Anyway, you said you weren't
with Sperry, and that's a lie.

I figured you sh*t him in the chest,
and you figured we'd be mad at you.

Let me tell you something
right now, Mr. Campbell.

We're not mad at you.

So why don't you tell us
everything that happened?

I was working on my car all afternoon.

That's Blair's auto parts air
filter, Pascal's, uh, the plugs.

You take a kindergarten kid 20
minutes with two broken arms.

How come it took you all day?

I did some other things.

Oh, sure did.

Like bend your elbow with Sperry
at the Living End Bar until after 6.

And Manning's department
store your day off

because your toddler
moves your day off.

I had time coming.

So you and Sperry
were eating up the

scenery, and then
you started bar hopping

because you had the argument over the girl.

What girl?

Let me tell you something.

Even in today's freaky
market, two guys and one girl.

Hey, very expl*sive situation.

And the expl*si*n took
place right in Sperry's chest.

Hey.

Now, come on.

So I lied.

But I did it for my mother.

Really?

Oh, sorry, kid. I had you all wrong.

You're a nice kid.

It's true, I swear.
My mother doesn't know I drink.

Well, when we were there
so long, I knew she'd be mad.

Your mother was staying with your aunt.
Come on.

She was supposed to be home around 6.

I was afraid she'd smell the liquor.

Well, I had James drop
me off at the Lavery Theater.

I bought a box of mints and sat
through an hour and a half of sick flicks

until I k*lled the smell.

Oh, yeah? Who says?

Here. I got the ticket stub. See?

No time, no date. I
mean, you can collect

a bushel at least
through the years.

I swear, I got it at the Lavery Theater.

A little after 6. I got home around 9.

My mother wasn't there, though.

It was all a waste of time.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, check it out.

Let me understand this now.

I mean, you're boozing all afternoon.

You go watch dirty pictures
for three or four hours,

and you did it all for your mother.

Any discrepancies in the fairy story?

First time around, he says his
mother spent the night with his aunt.

Oh, I see.

Mr. Campbell, come on.
We're going bye-byes.

[ Clears Throat ]

Well?

Well, the nearest I
can learn, it's not a

commercially made
piece of adornment.

Oh, really?

Oh, it was made by an amateur.
The design is Hoppy Indian.

Hoppy Indian?

Hoppy Indian.

It was made by what they
call the lost-wax process.

You're kidding.

Is this a dead end or just a start?

No. One of the lapidarians
I spoke to-- Lapidarians?

Jeweler.

Told me they had a class at the Y a
few months back in the lost-wax process

jewelry making.

He remembers because
he had quite a few calls

for some unset pieces
of turquoise at the time.

[ Clears Throat ].

Hmm. Interesting.

Hmm.

Well, why don't you, uh--.

Why don't you keep jogging?

You find out who taught the course,

and you find out who took
the course in, uh, lapidarianism.

Thank you. Very, very good, Stavros.

All right, what tune is
Campbell humming now?

The one that says he's more
afraid of his mother than he is of me.

All right, you keep on top of him anyway.

You know, I don't know.
Maybe he's not our man. Huh?

You'd think that r*pe
was a victimless crime.

What is she afraid of, Crocker?

Her own reputation, parents, boyfriend?

Maybe the heat of the
courts will put her through?

Anyway, I hate it.

You know, the less we prosecute r*pe,

the more these kinky ones out there
think they're gonna get away with it.

You wanna bet that the first police
department was created to protect women?

And here we are 25,000 years
later, and we can't even do that?

Okay, baby.

You come to Papa because I wanna help.

[phone ringing].

I'll get it.

Hello?

I wanna talk to John Campbell.

Oh, you wanna speak to my son, John.

I'm not here.

He's not here right now.

May I ask who's calling?

Do you have any idea where I can reach him?

No, not right now.

You wanna leave a message?

Yeah, I think I found
a pair of his glasses.

He wears real thick glasses, right?

Yes.
Of course, he always has a second pair.

But if you leave word where you
can be reached, he'll pick them up.

Well, you see, I'm gonna
be on the go for a few hours.

I'll keep him on me, and
then I'll drop him by later.

Oh, thank you very much,
Mr... No trouble at all. I'll...

I'll get back to you.

Really, I'm not an
answering service, you know.

I was shaving! Who was it?

Some man who was nice enough to
try to return your other pair of glasses.

Really, with what I pay for those glasses,

you'd think you wouldn't just leave
them around like some forgetful child.

[whimsical music].

[clattering]

[eerie music].

Delivery theater
uses pink tickets for

matinees and this
purple for evenings.

Prices change at 6 o'clock, so
Campbell could have been leveling.

There's no way of
checking the serial numbers

because they don't use
them in any certain order.

Do you think that Campbell was, uh, lying?

Hey, Pasa.

Oh, here.

I'm hoping this may smoke out our victim.

Police hunt r*pe victim in slang.

Mac, do you ever notice
your lips move when you read?

Very funny.

Now, since this case
is making headlines,

maybe you ought
to walk me through it.

All right. James Sperry, age 22.

Came to eternity right
here, g*nsh*t close range.

According to the medical examiner,

Mr. James Sperry, age


activity immediately
before his death,

and according to forensic, the
sex act took place right here,

where they found a handmade silver,
um, valuable barrette junk jewelry.

Crocker, take it from here.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Captain, the w*apon
was found here,

still cooling off, along
with Sperry's car,

which was found here
with the doors still open.

Now, Sperry's body was found with
gouge marks still on his face and neck.

Which he didn't get in a pillow fight.

You're telling me that Sperry r*ped someone

who immediately after recovered
enough to get up and sh**t him?

No. I don't think the r*pe victim did it.

I think there was a third
party, otherwise it doesn't fit.

Any candidates?

Oh, yeah. We've interviewed 13
of his friends and acquaintances.

None of them saw
James Sperry the day he

was k*lled, except one
guy, John Campbell.

Now, we've sweated him so much,
we ought to give him soul tablets,

and if he sticks to his story,
baby, we're stuck with it.

Lieutenant?

Come in.

Uh... come all the way in.

He's on our side, Stavros.

Evangeline Mosier.

Vangie Mosier. Really?

I haven't seen her since
she lost 250 pounds.

That's our lady?

Not exactly.

She taught the class in lost-whack
jewellery-making at the Y,

and she runs an
artsy-craftsy joint now

called the, uh... the,
uh... Craft Village.

Craft Village, yeah.

Keep your fingers crossed,
Mac, and spit three times.

This is the first clue we've
had on the real victim.

Let's hope we're the
only ones looking for her.

What in the world are you gonna
do up at Lake Catrin this time of year?

Breathe in and out. You know, fresh air.

Go on hiking.

There's no need to be
sarcastic with your mother.

Look, some of the
kids, they have a place

up there, and they
just want me to drive.

Girls, too, I suppose.

Oh, come on, Mother.

Oh, that's all right.

I want you to have all the fun
you can while you're young.

Heaven knows you'll get
to be my age soon enough,

and then you'll know what
it's like to be left all alone.

And keep warm.

I don't want you coming back
here with any cold to pass around.

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Silver turquoise beret.

Number 211W14.

That would be her class number.

Well, in order to get a class number,
you gotta leave a name, don't you?

[chuckles]

Uh... Uh-huh. Here it is.

The whole blooming herd of 'em.

From Adams to Zuckerman.

As far as I remember,
she was a pretty little thing.

I remember her.

She was the one that had to pay
more for the other piece she made.

What other piece?

The belt buckle.

Solid silver, embossed
with the name Tony on it.

Made it for her boyfriend.

Ah, here it is. Here it is.

Jan Conforti.

Are you sure?

Sure.

I'm sure you're going to a lot of
trouble to return a bobble to some chick.

Yeah, and don't you know that all New
York cops are soft, sentimental slobs?

Her life and love may depend on it.

And when it comes to true
love, hey, I'm a specialist.

I know about you, Theo.

Keep it quiet, baby.
You may change my image.

Take it easy, baby. Thanks.

All together.

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Daddy?

Hi. Um, I've got to pick up
this package at Vader dr*gs.

Oh, I have final exams this afternoon.

I'll be through around six.

Okay.

Secret lover?

I didn't see the number you dialed.

Just Daddy.

He's picking me up after final exams today.

Papa's girl all of a sudden.

What's the matter? Doesn't he trust me?

Not funny.

Nothing's funny.

What's the matter?

Now, don't. Come on, Tony.

I've been laying awake,

trying to think.

What did I do?

Yeah, well, don't lose sleep on my account.

Hey.

This is me.

You're tearing me up, honey.

You won't let me touch
you, put my arm around you.

Now, I can't live without touching you.

It's like what starts me breathing.

Now, I love you.

And I'm dying inside.

You're k*lling me, and I want to know why.

Oh, Tony.

Come on, sit down.

Now, what is it?

I've been r*ped.

Oh, my God, Tony.

Please, please don't hate me.

Who?

I don't know, Tony. I don't know.

Two of them.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, Tony, please hold me. Just hold me.

Now, don't.

Now, don't.

Now, don't, baby. Now.

Now, don't. Don't.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't want to hurt you.

I never, ever wanted to hurt you, Tony.

What do you think I am?

Now, you know me better, Jan.

I was afraid.

You were afraid? I
was coming apart 'cause

I didn't think you
wanted me anymore.

Oh, Tony.

Did you tell the police?

No. No.

Jan, you've got to. What if these animals--

No, please, Tony.
I can't go through that, too.

Please don't hate me, Tony.

They fought, Tony.

With a g*n.

And one of them was k*lled.

No, no, not now. Not now.

Put it out of your mind.

I'll get it, Frank.

[door closes].

Yes?

This must be the Conforti home.
Is this the right house?

Yes. What is it?

I'm Lieutenant Kojak, New York Police.

May I come in a minute?

Thank you.

Frank!

You must be Mrs. Conforti.

Yes, but I don't know
what you could want with us.

That makes you Janet's mother.

Something happen to Janet?

Oh, no, no.

Who's this?

He's with the police.

Yeah, I'm Lieutenant
Kojak, Police Department.

I wanted to speak to your daughter, Mrs.
Conforti.

Jan, what for?

Well, I think I have
something that belongs to her.

Here.

This belongs to her.

I don't know.

No mistake. She made it in jewelry class.

Oh, yes.

She told me she lost it.
She'll be very happy to get it back.

Hey, look, uh...

I know how you both feel.

But don't you think Janet is
carrying around a little too much pain?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, don't you?

Mrs. Conforti, no matter
what the words that come out,

your mother's eyes are telling the truth.

Please, Mrs. Conforti, look at me.

Hey, I am getting tired of looking
at you, so why don't you just go?

So why don't you just take
the hair clip and go, Lieutenant?

And we'll have Jan come down
and file a claim with Lost and Found.

Mr. Conforti...

Your daughter was criminally assaulted.

Perhaps by two men.

We don't have to stand here
and listen to this garbage.

You can't come here
hurling accusations like that.

Accusation? You mean
you think she's guilty

of something for
merely being a victim?

Is that how you see it?
Well, that's a mistake.

Unless, of course, she's
really guilty of something.

Our daughter is guilty of nothing.
What could she be guilty of?

Guilty of not coming forward
after witnessing a k*lling?

Listen, we are not letting
murderers run around loose.

You people are the ones that
aren't doing your job half the time.

Then maybe you're doing our job.
Is that it, Mr. Conforti?

You're gonna put your white hat on,
go chase the villain into the sunset?

Why don't you just leave, huh?

Leaving is not the answer.

Now, look.

If you're thinking of going after
this dude, and he gets wind of it,

you leave him no other choice.
Your daughter becomes a moving target.

She's the only living person who
knows that he's a r*pist and a k*ller.

You wanna take those chances?

No, no! Be still.

Or how about her boyfriend Tony?
Is that his name?

Maybe he's more concerned
with her safety than you are.

He doesn't know anything about it.
Well, then...

Mr. Conforti, if you k*ll this guy,

it's not gonna put
home sweet home back

up on the wall. You
know that, don't you?

It's gonna make things worse.

Don't you think your daughter
Janet is enough to forget?

Tell me where she is.

Frank...

I don't know right now.

She gets off work at
noontime on Wednesdays.

She went over to Jersey to do some
shopping with the girls until school.

School? What time?

Frank!

College.

You're supposed to pick her up.
It was six o'clock.

Well, don't be late,
okay? I'm sure she'll

want somebody
who loves her around.

I just want a description,
you know, a statement.

I can tell you what he looks like.

She still has nightmares about him
coming at her with those thick glasses.

John Campbell.

We had our hands on
him twice, Mr. Conforti.

Let's hope we're a third time lucky.

Hey, look, I'm sorry and thank you.

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You say you went to Lake Katrine hiking.

That's a nice warm jacket, hiking boots.

You know, if I was going
to go to Lake Katrine hiking,

I'd sure take my hiking
boots and a nice warm jacket,

unless I was more interested
in skipping than hiking.

See here, Lieutenant,
I don't question

every move my son
makes or what he wears.

What is this all about?

We've got to speak to your son John.

On a matter which is very
important and very urgent.

That's twice you've said that.

If you can't tell me anything else,
I'm afraid you'll just have to wait

until John comes home.

Well, John left with a number of
friends whose names he couldn't mention.

He went to Lake Katrine
to a spot he couldn't name,

and he took a little
suitcase to stay a few days.

I refuse to be intimidated by the
police on some vague pretension.

I'm sorry, Miss Campbell.

Please, don't mind me. May I?

Mmm. I thought it was coffee.

It's just my style.

You know, I've got a number of nieces
and nephews who like to hide. Do you

believe that?

Frankly, yes.

So maybe you just gave me the
names of a few of John's friends.

Well, then maybe I
could take it from there.

He never mentions them.

He knows it annoys me.

Oh?

We stay to ourselves.

It's safer that way. Believe me, I know.

John's father ran off
with one of my friends.

John was only six.

Does that prove anything?

It says a lot, Miss Campbell.

It says an awful lot.

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Well, if we can't find our
suspect, let's talk to our witness.

Pretty girl, but...

Half of your days.

Let's see if we
can't put her back on

the family album in
the same condition.

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Mr. Conforti?

Hi.

Now, what building is she in?

It's her... there.

On the third floor. She's, um, a
couple minutes later. Just going in.

Well, would you give us,
uh, five minutes with her?

Go easy.

Could it be any other way?

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Would you stay here?

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Oh, my God!

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Don't. Don't, please. I didn't tell.

You'll tell. They'll make you tell.

No! No, please!

Hey!

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Did you hear the lady? I let her go.

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Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Get out of here! I'll k*ll her!

You put one scratch on her with
that Kn*fe, and I'll take it from you.

And one experienced cop will
become an inexperienced rabbi.

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Would you most glad luck to
stand under a ladder? Come here.

Where were you?

Out front, like you said.

Everything's cool inside.
Everything all right outside?

It was fine.

I got a present for you.

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Try to raise a decent kid.

Well, it takes you to be scum like that.

How do you explain that, Lieutenant?

Well, I'm sure she's glad to be alive.

And he's gonna wish he weren't.
That's the best I can do.

Do you believe I had
him right in my sights,

and he didn't get a
chance to pull the trigger?

Mr. Conforti, that's the
best news I've had this week.

I suppose... the law's gonna make
Jan de Lippe the whole thing, huh?

What can I tell you?

I mean, nobody says the law is perfect,

but it beats whatever
the hell's in second place.

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