04x20 - The Prisoner of Rosemont Hall

[bunniefuu]

Paul Douglas was onto
one hellacious story.

Stop or I'll sh**t!

Hey, what are you doing there?

Norm! Hey, Norm!

It's Hell Week
at the college, sir.

Blood.
There's blood
on this seat.

I should have found out
what Paul was working on.

I could have told him
it was too dangerous.

A friend of mine just
passed out in here.
Please help me.

r*pe!

Get away from me!
My God, he's a raper!

Now, cool it. Just easy.

[PHONE RINGING]

ROCKFORD
ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

[BEEPS]

MAN: That Number 4 you just
picked up from Angela's Pizza,

some scouring powder
fell in there.
Don't eat it.

Hey, I hope you try your
phone machine before dinner.

You had him.
Why'd you let him get away?

Come on. Damn it!
Come on. Let's go.

Jim!

Jim!

There's his car, Bert.

Okay, he's around here
somewhere.

Cal, check
the beanery.

Don't forget to look
in the men's room.

Norm, check around
the back of this rig.

Norm! Hey, Norm!

[GRUNTING]

Hey, what's going on?

Help! Help me!

It's Hell Week
at the college, sir.
He's one of our pledges.

They hit him.

Hey, you guys, don't hurt him.
It's just a little hazing,
you know?

Come on!

Thanks a lot.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, Jake.
Who were those yo-yos?

Kids. I see this little
red MG pull in.

Next thing I know,
these three other guys

are b*ating the tar out of
this kid from the sports car.

Picked him up,
put him in their
convertible. Gone.

Something about
a fraternity initiation.

Didn't look like no
initiation thing to me.
Looked like a kidnapping.

WOMAN: Jake, get in here,
will you?

The dishwasher's
stuck on the dry cycle
and Manny says he's quitting.

They want a Hell Week,
they ought to come down here
and run this place.

I'll show 'em hell!
Boy, will I ever.
I'll see you, Jim.

Yeah, Jake, see you.

Paul?

WOMAN ON
ANSWERING MACHINE: Hello,
this is Valerie Douglas.

When you hear the tone,
if you'll leave
your name and number,

I'll return your call
as soon as I get in.
Thank you.

Val, Jim Rockford.

Please call me
as soon as you can.

Thank you.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Good evening, Chi Rho Zeta.
Pledge Mike Miller.
May I help you?

You betcha.
This is Jim Douglas.

Just hit town,
staying at the Kingston House.

I'd like to get together
with my nephew Paul Douglas.
Is he around?

Just a minute.
I'll get him.

It's his uncle, sir.
He wants to speak to him
on the phone, sir.

What do we do?

How many phones
on this line?

Two.

All right, the kid will
talk on the phone
in the parlor.

You go take over
the switchboard.
Right.

Hey!

You know I mean business,
don't you, kid?

Yeah.
You mess up and you go feet
first into a cement truck.

You stay frosty, maybe we find
a way to keep you alive.
Right?

Look, Mr. Kilmore,
I don't...

I know. Nobody understands
anything anymore.

All I know is I'm not
ending up with my
head on a post

in Persia or
anyplace else.

Get rid of
whoever it is.

This is Paul Douglas.
Hi, Paul. Jim.

Hi, Jim. How are you?
Okay.

I thought I would
drop around and see you.
It's been quite a while.

Gee, Jim, that would be great,
except I'm going through
Hell Week

and they won't let me
see anybody.

Is everything okay?

Thanks for the call.
Maybe in a week.

Okay, in a week, then.

Look, I gotta go.

The pledges have...

They've gotta scrub down
the whole kitchen floor with
their toothbrushes, so...

I'll see you.

Right. Okay.

Oh, hi, Dad.

This sure is nice of you,
sonny.
Huh?

To help me with my taxes.

I didn't say I'd help you
with your taxes.

I said I'd loan you
my adding machine.
There's a big difference.

I wonder why he didn't
say something about
leaving his car here.

There was one little thing
I thought you might
look at in here.

They got this W2 form

which inserts into schedule B
on gross earnings and...

Well, we'll get to that
after breakfast.

Blood.
There's blood on the seat.
Huh?

Dad, help yourself
to anything you want.
I'll be back later.

The calculator's
on the desk.

But I was hoping...
Where are you going, anyway?

Chi Rho Zeta.
Good morning.
I'm pledge Miller.

Can I help you, sir?

I'm Butch Finta, Chi Rho
traveling secretary.

Here to see
the grand prelate, okay?

Sir, yes, sir.
Come in, sir.

Wait here,
I'll get him, sir.

Forgetting something?

Don't we say something
before we leave?

Sir, excuse me, sir,
but that's when you
leave the house, sir,

not when you leave the room.

I suppose when the traveling
secretary from the National
says we forgot something,

we ought to humor him,
don't you think,
Pledge Miller?

Sir, yes, sir.

Phi alpha, sir.
Phi alpha.

Phi alpha.

Phi alpha.

Grand Prelate?
That's right.

Pledge Miller says you're
Mr. Finta, traveling secretary
from National.

Right. Call me Butch.

This is Morrie Davidson.
He's proprelate.

And this is Dave Sharma,
the chapter treasurer.

Okay, fellas,
I won't kick the dog.

I'm just gonna give you
the bad news up front, okay?

Yes, sir.

National is very concerned
with this chapter's
academic performance.

Who's the house mageester?
Is he here?

Well, we don't have
a mageester
this semester, sir.

It used to be Dave Hill,
but he...
No mageester?

You guys have a house
grade average below 2.0.

That's C minus.
And you don't have
a mageester?

Well, sir, we have
study hall proctors.

It's just that this year,
nobody wanted to
run for mageester.

Then I think we should
appoint somebody,
don't you, Tom?

Look, fellas, nobody
wants to be mageester.

It's a crummy job.
But a good geester can keep
house grades up,

supply tutoring, make sure
the pledges do well, okay?

We'll appoint one, sir.

I got to tell you...

I'm concerned
about this chapter.

So is Mack Adams
in National HQ.

He sent me out here
to look into things.

I don't want to do it,
but I have the power

to yank the charter
on this house, okay?

Sir, we pledged some
outstanding academics
this year.

I know, I know.
I read the pledge reports.

We need more than jocks
and facemen in this house.

If we gotta take in a couple
of hamburgers to raise
the house grade averages,

then we bite the cookie.

We did. Alan MacMillan
and Paul Douglas...

MacMillan and Douglas, right.
Both with over 3.5's.
That's great.

But we need more.
I want to talk to them.

How come, sir?

Look, fellas, let me speak
fraternally here for a moment.

We all know that facemen
and jocks hang out together,
right?

Well, so do the hamburger
patties.

You take one guy with a beaded
belt and he knows two other
guys with beaded belts.

Before you know it,
you got more hamburgers than
a fireman's picnic, okay?

Hey, now look, Butch,

we've always felt that the
Chi Rho pledge was the most
favored of living things.

We fill this place up with
hamburgers, nobody good
wants to pledge the house.

What house, Tom?

Do I make myself clear?

Okay, Butch.

Let's roll the two
hamburgers in here.
Let me talk to them.

Well, sir, nobody's seen
Paul Douglas this morning.

But we'll get Alan MacMillan.
He's upstairs doing
pledge duties.

I'm getting angry, Tom.

You running a house
where a pledge going
through initiation

can just float around
wherever he wants?

Where's the pledge sheet,
the roster check?

Aren't all the pledges
on the tables at lunch?

Sir, I'm sorry, Paul Douglas
just isn't around.
He's sort of independent.

Let me kick the old dog
here for a moment, Tom.

You turn up Paul Douglas
by lunch, or you're
out of the National.

Mack is serious,
I'm serious, okay?

I'll be back in one hour.
I want him here. Phi alpha.

Phi alpha, sir.

Hotel Bravo One to HQ.

Hey, Bill, you get that plate
run for me yet? Over.

BILL: Hotel Bravo,
this is HQ:

You know how the PD is.
We come last.
I'm on it. Over.

I want it, okay? Over.

I'm trying, Max. Over.

And get a hold of Melinda.
Tell her to check with me.
Out.

Excuse me. Where would
I find Miss Callahan?

Around to the right.
To the right?

I'm sorry, but we don't
have any 1600 linotypes
over at layout.

So tell Murphy over there
to send it on the Selectric
and we'll photocopy.

Look busy.
It's the yearbook rush.

Of course, everybody leaves
the photo plates for last
and they take the longest.

I'm Jim Taggart, KCWB
AM and FM, the big voice
in the big valley

and all the other hype jazz.
Media?

I was sent down here
to talk to Paul Douglas.

The registrar's office
gave me your name.
Apparently you're his advisor?

He wrote us a job application.

We're always looking
for campus stringers.

He seems very qualified.
Hey, that's great, wonderful.

Do you know where he is?

Well, you have to understand
that there are 300
journalism majors

and Paul is one of 50
that I have to advise.

He could be
at yearbook central.

We're going to press
in 40 hours.

That is, if Murphy doesn't
screw up the last set
of layouts.

Hi, Amy, is Paul there?

He hasn't?
Oh, yeah, that's right.

He's not there, but he's
going through Hell Week

and those animals at Chi Rho
have all sorts of timetables
and things.

Try the house.
It's on University Avenue.
Anybody can direct you.

Right. I'll do that.
You're very efficient.
Okay.

And knowledgeable.
You ever work on the outside?

Oh, brother, did I.
You can have it.

I've got it, Miss Callahan.

You could do me a favor.

If you see Paul Douglas,
have him call Jim
at this number, will you?

You seem to know him
pretty well.

You kidding?
He's impossible
to get to know.

But maybe that's my fault.

Well, like I said,
he's only one of many.

Why don't you leave this
at yearbook center.

Right. Thank you.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

Thank heavens, Barry.
Have you got the plates?

[BELL RINGING]

Hey, mister, stop,
will you please?

A friend of mine just
passed out in here.
Please help me.

Well, where is she?

Oh, no. Now, look...

r*pe! Oh, my God,
he tried to r*pe me.

He's a raper. God help me!
He's trying to r*pe me.
Help me!

Get away from me!
My God, he's a raper!

All right.
Watch it. Cool it.
Just easy, huh?

I don't have a fever.
I was beaten up.

Max Kilmore, Mr. Rockford.
I'm one of the people
brought you over here

after they put your
lights out.

Appreciate it.

I have your wallet.

And you obviously
went through it.

That I don't appreciate
quite as much.

It's my job.
I'm head of campus security.

If you don't mind my saying
so, I think you're missing
the boat in one area.

Keeping the campus secure
from deranged young women.

She's not deranged.
She's a student here.
Really?

What's her major?
Motel Sciences?

Pre-Law.

About the trouble over
at the journalism school,

I'm going to give you
the benefit of the doubt.

I don't think it went down
the way the kids are saying
it did.

Good.
Let me tell you a story
about last quarter.

Once a night a guy would buzz
Branner women's dorm
in his London Fog,

you know, just zim-zam,
scare the culottes off
some coed.

When we caught him, turned out
he was an orthopedic surgeon
from Beverly Hills

with a
$300,000-a-year
practice.

We tried, but we couldn't
keep it out of the papers.

He lost his license,
his practice, his family.

He's what they call
a broken man, I think.

You got an accusation
to level, Ace, you level it.
I'll go get on the phone

and contact my lawyer
and we'll get this thing
off the ground right away.

You're in luck this time.

The girl's too embarrassed
and shaken.

She's refusing
to press charges.

Doesn't want to
upset her mother.

What do you want with me?

Just to tell you stories.

Here's another.
Wednesday night,

a sophomore named
Judy Gillette was r*ped

outside the
undergraduate library.

She's waiting for her parents
to come down and take her
home to Oregon for good.

I'd like you to meet her.

Judy.

Look up now, Judy.
Is this the man?

I don't know, Mr. Kilmore.

I don't think so.

Don't think so?

All right, Judy, thank you.
You can go now.

All right, all right.
I get the message.

Do you?

Is this the life lesson
I hope it is?

Is this close call going to be
the thing to turn you around,
I hope?

Keep up with the insinuations
and you're gonna get
a whole new look

at the California
civil codes.

It's always best, if you
really must visit our campus,

and we try to discourage
casual traffic but if
you really must,

it's always better not
to use an assumed identity.

I've talked to Miss Callahan
at the journalism school.

I'm just looking
for a student here,
Paul Douglas.

Oh. Here's how you do that.

You just drive up to
the University Avenue gate,

ask the guard
to call in for him.
He'll come out to meet you.

Okay?

It could take some time
for the doctor to show up.

Why don't you get
your aspirin at home?

Anybody there?

Oh.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I believe I told you gentlemen
a few weeks ago that
University Avenue here

was closed to auto traffic.

Is this University Avenue?
That's right.
The whole thing.

There are the signs.
See? Right up there.

We are sorry.

Hey, no problem.

Just don't want you to
get this baby dinged up

and then have your
insurance company roll over

because you were
illegally parked.
I've been there myself,

I know what a hassle
a company can give you
when they bail out.

May I ask what you gentlemen
are doing here on campus?

We are football fans.

Aha.
Stanford is our opener.

But that's not till
next September.

We are wishing to buy
our season tickets.

Then you want the stadium
box office.

Hang a left up there
at Linus Pauling Avenue.

Drive straight out
past the quad.

You can't miss, uh,
Palmer Stadium.

Hotel Bravo One
to headquarters.

Roger, Hotel Bravo One,
this is HQ. Over.

Hannan? What are you doing
on duty? Over.

That's a roger.

I'm cutting my chem labs
so I can work overtime
all week.

You alone?
Roger. Why? Over.

They're back, Hannan,
they're back! Over.
Really?

What do you mean, really?
We're talking about our
heads on the end of poles

and I'm gonna call up
on the radio
and jack around? Over!

Well, look, I mean,
we can't worry about it.

I mean, they can't extradite.
Over.

Extradite?
People like this
don't extradite!

They'll fly a private jet
in here some night and bap!
Off you go.

A guy makes an illegal
lane change over there
and they cut off his feet.

Can you imagine
what they'd do to us?

You there?

Yeah. You didn't say "over."

They're back, Hannan.
They're back! Over.

Look Max, Cal and I
are gonna take the damn gaff
in this Douglas mess.

What else you want
me to do? Over.

I just want you to know
we gotta...

contain this thing. Out.

I'm glad you're back.

I added up all my paid bills
for 1977

but then I can't find
the clear button
on the calculator

so I had to figure
my taxes by hand.

Did Val Douglas
return my call?

Nope.

See, I drove my truck
for 12,000 miles last year.

Not allowing
the six-cents-a-mile
deduction for amortization

and damage
and stuff like that,

I come up with
a figure of $72,000
car expense.

Now, obviously
it's too much.

Here are the keys.

Dad, if Val does call,
ask her to stick by the phone
till I contact her, will you?

Okay, but if you can't
stick around long enough

just to go through
the taxable earnings
section with me,

then at least free up
this calculator,
will you?

All right, Dad.
It's a cheap one
from Taiwan. $8.98.

If you want to clear it,
you just push that button
right there.

Ah, thanks.
That'll make things easier.

What was that figure
you just erased?

Was it... Was it 4319.5?

Dad, I don't know.
I didn't look at it.

[DOOR OPENING]

Honey?

Miss Callahan?

I didn't want to scare you.

What are you doing here?

This your apartment?

And where do you come off
breaking in and then
asking questions

like somebody out
of Felony Squad?

Is this Paul's apartment?

You lied to me at school.
I heard later who
you really are.

You're a private detective.
You lied!

Hold it.
The lies were flying
thick and fast this morning.

From all quarters.

Okay, I know Paul better
than I said I did,

but I am his adviser.
I told you that.

What do you advise him on?

I'm a friend of Paul's.

Friend of his family, really.

And this is a nice place.

I mean it. Warm. Inviting.

Whoever lives here
cares for this place
very much.

[SIGHS]

Where the hell is he?

I don't know, Leslie.

He sometimes does this.
But it drives me
round the bend.

He says he needs think time.

I guess he does.
I just wish he'd think
about me a little, you know?

I guess you think
it's weird, huh?

College professor
and a 21-year-old student?

Who pays for this place? You?

Yeah.

I live over in
the faculty apartments.
He's got a dorm room.

If the administration
caught wind of this,
it'd be goodbye tenure,

goodbye full professorship,
goodbye the chance to buy

a university-financed house
in College Park.

This university
sounds like mother.

It's a good deal.

The academic life
is a very pleasant life.

What about when
Paul graduates?

Then he'll be able to live
boldly with you in your
university-financed house

over in College Park?

After Paul graduates
he'll be away from
Rosemont like a sh*t.

He's got the talent,
the drive, the instincts
to be a first-rate journalist.

If he isn't heading up
Newsday's Paris bureau
one week after commencement,

I'll pay you $100.
In cash.

What about you?
You stay here in Rosemont?

Those who can, do.
Those who can't, teach.

It's an old story. I'm sure
you've heard it before.

Paul told me he's pretty
active on the school paper.

Only freshman ever to be
assistant editor
of the Daily Hawk.

See what I mean? He's a doer.

What's he working on now?
Anything special?

That's choice.
I just correct his exams,
read his term papers.

The real stuff,
he never discussed with me.

You think something's
happened to him,
don't you, Mr. Rockford?

[SIGHS]

His car's been parked
at my place for two days.

There was blood on the seat.

Is this yours?

No, it's Paul's.
He was going to get it fixed.

It's awfully light.

MAN ON TAPE: Excuse me,

I think you have my hat.

I am looking you direct.

Language tapes?
You recognize
the voice, Leslie?

No.

I would like

an inexpensive...

Gaps.

Not White House
tapes, I hope.

Oh, hey, hey. Splices.
Somebody's cut the words out.

At the risk of being
obvious, these things
must be important

or Paul wouldn't
have hidden them.

What is going on here?
Why do some dumb Berlitz
tapes scare me?

They scare me, too,
so don't be so
exclusive about it.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello.

ROCKFORD:
Oh, Val, this is Jim.

Oh, Jim?
I just spoke to Rocky.

What's this about Paul's car
and blood?

I think it's time
to go to the police, Val.

I've got a friend
on the force.

I'll meet you at
the Hollywood Division
in half an hour.

Okay.

Funny. You think Paul's
missing and you try
to find him.

I think he's missing and I
make steak bordelaise, like
that would bring him back.

Maybe if we can get him
into range, it will.

Tell me something, Leslie.

Did you ever actually work
in the news business?

Or did you always teach?

Right out of college I landed
a job at KPBTV in Sacramento.

I was doing pretty well.
Even got to do some anchor
work on off nights.

Well, the station manager
dug me, so...

And so of course you attribute
any success you had to that?

Well, after a year, a new girl
came to work at the station.

Not only did he sever
our relationship,
he fired me.

Oh.

You know the head
of campus security?

Max Kilmore?

Not really.
He's an ex LA cop.

Then he worked security
for a Vegas casino.

He got the heave-ho, I heard.

He came down to the infirmary
and really heated up
the poker.

Oh, there's another thing.
He...

I was deliberately set up
with that combination hooker
cum opera singer.

What's up?
Something wrong?

No, I guess not.

Date, February 17.

Person filing the report?

Good old Dennis.

Type of report?

Missing persons,
Dennis, just like I told you.

You ladies might not believe
this but this is not the first
missing person report

I've filed for Jim.
Really?

Oh, no. Perish the thought.

In fact, this is not even
the first missing report
I've filed for Jim

where I've had to come back
early from lunch

even though there was a full
compliment of qualified
officers in the room.

Oh.

Full name of
party in question?

Paul Lowe Douglas.

Douglas, Paul, Lowe.

Jimbo, can I see you
for a minute?

Yeah.

Excuse me, ladies.

All right,
what's the problem,
Dennis?

I'm real sorry I cut in
on the burrito hour, okay?

Jimbo, is that the boy's
mother in there?

Yeah, why?

Paul Lowe Douglas washed up
on the beach in Santa Monica
this morning.

That was the coroner's sheet
I just checked.

Oh...

Jimbo, I'm sorry.
I really am.

You doing okay?

You know, it makes it worse
that he d*ed so early.

He was such a boy,

such a naive, sweet boy.

He was never much of one
to experience things.
He was a spectator.

That's not necessarily true

I'm afraid it is.
I used to urge him
to get more involved.

To meet girls, to do things.

I'd just feel better
if I knew that he'd d*ed
after knowing love.

Mrs. Douglas, Paul wasn't
anywhere near being
just a boy.

And he knew love.
We lived together.

What are you
talking about?

You're almost
twice his age.

I'm sorry. I thought it would
make you feel better.

It makes me feel better.

Please, excuse me.

Okay, what's the story?
Who are you?

We are bereaved.
Oh, yeah?

Those bulges in your coats
are wet hankies?

What is your interest
in this, Mr. Rockford?

Paul Douglas
was a friend of mine.

Please to be
stopping this.

We know now that you are
an investigator private.

Private investigators
don't have friends?

These boys have confessed
to the drowning death
of your friend, Paul Douglas.

It happened, they say,
while the fraternity was...
How you say?

Hastening?
Hazing?

Yeah, right, that's what
these guys say.

Accidental death,
part of Hell Week hazing.

But here you are saying
to the press that you are
not sure it was.

Well, you know, I thought
I might have something more,
but...

These three dudes from
Chi Rho cop to a wrongful
death charge,

the whole house
is on probation...

If 50 people tell you
you're drunk,
maybe you should lie down.

Mr. Rockford, we are attached
to the Bagraneesh of Doubout.

No kidding?

A few months ago,
the king's son,
Moustoufa Ben Al Hassad,

became a student
at Rosemont.

He joined this
Chi Rho fraternal house.

Some months later, the embassy
received an irrational
telephonic call from him.

He said he was leaving school.

He was going to
Marin County, California
to join a Hindu commune.

He's not been seen since.

It happens. Kids turn off.

Not this kid, though. Not him.

You are an investigator
like ourselves.

Would you not say it is odd
that a beloved son calls
the embassy with such news,

instead of his father,
our royal highness?

And now our investigation
is not even over and another
Chi Rho boy is dead.

This gives King Hassad
much worry.

And there is a saying
in Doubout,

when the king is worried,
let each man look to his house
and see if there be bandages.

Obviously, you've checked
around Marin County and there
is no sign of the young king?

We have been unwanted
presences at many communes.

I can imagine.

I don't know how much English
you gentlemen know,

but there are words missing
from these tapes.
You'll hear little clicks.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Excuse me.

I think you

[BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC]

That's him?
That's the young king?

Then that is him?

I think maybe the tape
you got at the embassy
was cut from these tapes.

Max Kilmore...

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

What I was going to say
is that Max Kilmore
is acting like

a guy with a lot
of pressures.

I don't know why
a campus hazing death...

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Is he talking about what
I said about Max Kilmore?

Just a second. You know,
I'd like to use those tapes
in my investigation.

I trust you.
Why don't you take them?

You just take them
with you and bring them back
when you're through with it.

I'm not really in too big
a hurry for them.

I'm sure you'll enjoy them.

[SNIFFLES]

Funerals take a long time
to get over in my family.

He was very special to you,
so why should you apologize?

Well, I'm a knee-jerk
apologist.

You say it's raining,
I say I'm sorry.

Oh!

I should have found out
what Paul was working on.

I could have told him
it was too dangerous.

I could have been his leader
instead of his follower.

Lord, I was a damn near
I could have known.

And you could be dead
for your trouble.

I want to find out
who k*lled him, Leslie.
You can still help.

You knew him best.
Oh, no.

Scratch that. I'm going home
and going to bed.

I feel like I could
sleep standing up.

Somnolent detachment.
Go to sleep and forget it.

Everything will be better
in the morning.

Guys like you hang your
diplomas in the back seats
of taxi cabs.

You feed the girl
little bite-sized pieces
of psychology.

Turn her around lickety-split,
you bed her and then
you run away.

You're running away, Leslie.

You ran away from KPBTV.
You ran away from
the journalism business.

You're selling yourself
a vacuum-packed existence.

You may not know it, honey,
but Paul Douglas was onto
one hellacious story.

What can I do?

You can help me
find out what happened
to the little Persian prince.

Why this university is trying
to slam the lid on it.

Why the head of the security
of this university is throwing
down field blocks.

And why the whole Chi Rho Zeta
fraternity is taking the gaff
for Paul's m*rder

when it was
probably committed
by one or two people.

I don't know. I just...

Leslie, you can really
roll the dice.

You can sit down at that
typewriter and you can
bang out the story

and sell it to
a real newspaper.

Not this ivory tower rag
you print here.

Yeah, and I can loose my
standing at the university.

I can lose my tenure,
end up on the street with
no job and no security?

And no house
in College Park?

But you'll be alive, Leslie.

And they'll have
to watch out for you.

Maybe you're right.

I used to feel safe here,
on this campus.

It was so comforting.

And here she stands,
the prisoner of Rosemont Hall.

You're right.
What do we do?

Paul was a journalist.
Most of the journalists I know

have absolute fetishes
about keeping everything
pertaining to a story

on tape or in a journal.

Does that sound like Paul?
Yeah.

Yeah.

LESLIE:
He did a news broadcast
from the campus radio station.

Let's try there.

We got no choice.

Look, Max, I'm in enough
trouble already.

Cal and me are gonna go down
for this Douglas thing.

But my lawyer says even
with a move to separate
and stuff like that,

we're gonna maybe
have to go away
for six months or a year.

This guy won't buffalo.
What's it take to tie
a can to this gumshoe?

Max, did you hear
what I said?

I mean we don't want
no more trouble.

And I do, huh, Bert?
I want trouble.

I wanted little Hassad to
keel over with a heart att*ck
while we were holding him?

Why'd you have to suffocate
him with a pillow?

Was that supposed to help
with his ticker?

How many times
I gotta tell you
it was an accident?

I was trying to scare him
into keeping his yap shut.

You were his frat brother,
turkey. You were supposed
to be there to keep him cool

till we made the ransom call
and his daddy came across
with the two mil.

But no, your mother
goes and gets sick.

And then your answer is,
"Don't worry, Max,

"I'll make a composite tape,
Max, a message.

"The king'll think
his kid's still alive."

Except now this dump
is crawling with moustaches
and sunglasses!

We're scared, Max.
We don't want anymore.

Last thing I want
is you two busted
on another k*lling.

We'll stick to the plan.

You take this slap
on the wrist, build up
the hazing aspect,

and the whole
investigation
will peter out.

It's better than
being carved up
in the Middle East.

What about this PI?

[SIGHS]

Well,

maybe the campus
gets lucky tonight.

Maybe we'll
catch this r*pist.

All right, b*at it.

Hotel Bravo one
to HQ. Over.

Roger, Bravo one, HQ:
It's Ted. How you doin', Max?

Ted, scramble the car
on Lexington and get Herb
in from University Avenue.

Tell him to meet me
at Rosemont Hall,

and tell him to bring the
riot g*ns. I've got mine
with me. Over.

What's up? Over.

I don't know. Some guy
broke into Rosemont Hall

and took Leslie Callahan.

Looks like he's headed for
the radio station. Over.

You think it's the
campus r*pist, Max? Over.

Well, it ain't no
Kentucky Colonel, Ted.
Get moving.

I'm gonna try and cut him off
before he kills Miss Callahan.

Stay in radio contact. Out.

Out.

Nothing.
What about under music?

Why would it be there?

Well, it wouldn't be there,
not necessarily, but it sure
isn't up here.

Well, it's out there.

Some jazz musician
he was crazy about...
Oh, yeah.

What's his name?

Theo Kahill.

Jim.

Bingo.

Well, another r*pe stopped.
A moment too late...

Down the stairs,
right side of the building.

He's armed,
he just took a sh*t at me.
You sh**t to k*ll. Over!

HERB ON RADIO: Roger. Out.

Stop or I'll sh**t!

So it ends for you.

[g*n CLICKING]
Now!

[g*n f*ring]

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

Who sh*t me? Who sh*t me?

The People's Police
from the Kingdom of Doubout.

Welcome from
His Royal Highness.

Please, don't maim me.
k*ll me if you want,

but, Lord,
don't disfigure me.

Disfigure? We are merely
going to surrender you to
the American authorities,

possibly to institute
extradition proceedings

according to
the United Nations charter.

Here you go, honey.
He was going to broadcast it.

It's your story now.

It's beautiful.
A wonderful job.

I'm putting Paul's name
on the byline.

It is his story.

You know, Jim,
all these years
I've been hiding here,

thinking that this
university was safe,

and I almost
end up getting k*lled,
right under Rosemont Hall,

by the head
of campus security.
The ultimate irony.

So, what injustice
do we find Leslie Callahan
striking out against next?

I don't know.

I'll try the newspapers,
see who can use
a college refugee.

I guess I owe you and Paul
more than I could ever say.

I love teaching.
I will do it again.

But not as a substitute
for life.

Well, it's a good story.

I have only one change
I'd make.
Everybody's a critic.

I think I'd like it better
if you shared the byline.

I get it.

You think I'm trying
to play it safe,
keep a foot in each pond?

Paul would like it better
that way, too.

Well, then,
it's what I'll do.