06x02 - The Next Victim

[bunniefuu]

(soft jingle)

(soft music)

- Harry, be a darling and
bring me some ice, will you?

If this weather keeps up,

we should take off and find
a stretch of beach somewhere.

I'm melting.

(soft music)

(gasping)

(trickling water)

- [Announcer] Britain,
we just had some

exciting news from law.

The Australians are
all out for 256.

Last week, it fell a few
moments ago, leaving England.

- You've got yourself a bad one,
Frampton.

Particularly bad.

- Hmm, what do you make of it?

- Doesn't appear to have
been any sexual as*ault.

Dislocation of the
cricoid cartilage.

With anterior posterior
tracheal compression.

Causing asphyxia.

- He kills her, then he,

then he wrecks the place, huh?

- Well, we both know what
that means, don't we?

I'll send in my report as
soon as I can.

- Thanks.

- What did he mean?

- How would you like a
nice, long, cool drink, hmm?

I mean, a large pint now would

slick your tongue, wouldn't it,
I bet.

- Well, I suppose.

- I thought so, yes, yes.

He kills her, you see,
but it wasn't enough.

No.

He still had enough
going for him

to want to wreck the place.

That's what he meant, son.

Our k*ller's psychotic.

And insatiable.

(eerie music)

- Such a breeze.

- Oh yes, a gorgeous one.

Spring has only just begun.

Now careful now, watch it.

There you are.

(soft music)

- [Sandy] Betty.

- Sandy, I thought it
was another week yet.

- Oh, you can't keep a
good girl down.

She practically
crawled her way up.

- You must come by
and fill me in

on all the latest scandal, huh?

- Just as soon as I can.

Great to have you back.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Such a relief to be out of
hospital, I can't tell you.

- You've been away far too long.

- You couldn't have chosen
a lovelier day.

How did you do it?

- I just picked up the telephone

and dialed for a heat wave.

(laughs)

- [Bartlett] I put the
luggage in the bedroom, sir.

- Thank you.

- Welcome back, Mrs. Marshall.

I do like your hat.

- Thank you.

- If there's anything I can do.

- You know the two worst things

about being in the hospital?

This weather.

My first chance to get a
suntan in London,

and me in bed.

- And the other?

- They had no air conditioner.

Yesterday, I thought I
was being poached.

Oh, it's so cool here.

But then it should be,
the rent we pay.

Say, did that good for
nothing janitor of ours

fix the waste disposal?

- They did.

(laughs)

- I owe you money.

Remember, I bet he
wouldn't be able to.

Oh Derek, it's beautiful.

Just beautiful.

Would you take my things, love?

I hope you don't mind
that I don't

have my wedding ring on.

It's just that it
catches in the chair.

And could you see if
you could put

the luggage in the bedroom?
- Darling, darling, please.

Stop prattling.

You've been doing nothing but

prattle, prattle,
prattle all the way here.

Now just relax, enjoy it.

- Oh, I am so glad to be home.

Gosh, I missed it all so much.

Champagne.

- The doctor said you
should have this

twice a day before meals.

Well, why not?

It's purely medicinal.

It's not every day that a man

welcomes his wife back
from the dead.

From the almost dead.

I would've died too.

(knocking)

- Who's that?

- How kind.
- Is she home?

- Yes, come in.

- Sandy, Sandy, Sandy.
- So good to see you.

- Oh, good to see you.

How young you look.

- Thank you.
(cheers)

- If we'd known you had
a whole florist in here.

- Just in time for champagne.
- Oh, but those are lovely.

Really lovely.

- You look so well.

Doesn't she, Spiros?
- Magnificent.

- You look terrific.

- Now look, don't worry.

They told me I'd be out
of this chair

just as soon as my
back is healed.

They promised.

Better, I promised myself.
- Thank you.

- [Derek] Darling.

- We would've come to see
you more often,

but Spiros has been so busy.

You know what men are.

Anyway--
- Oh, thank you.

Tell me, will she really
get out of that thing?

- Oh yes, they
practically guaranteed it.

- Remarkable.

The car was almost cut in half,
wasn't it?

- I'd rather not talk about it.

(buzzing)

(muffled chatting)

Hello?

Hello.

Who is there?

This is the Marshall's flat.

Who did you want?

Hello?

Well, either that thing
isn't working

or someone pressed the
wrong button.

- Happens all the time.

- Oh no, it could be it
isn't working.

Our lovable, useless janitor,
Bartlett,

I'm gonna have to
complain about him.

- Derek, I was just
saying to Sandy.

We're flying over to
the villa next weekend.

I see so little of
Spiros lately.

He's always out making
these mysterious deals.

- Mysterious?

- Oh, well you do keep the most

extraordinary hours, darling.

Anyway, it's a way of
pinning him down.

Why don't you two come over

and help me keep him there?

Even if it is only
for a few days.

- Yes, and my pilot can
fly you back.

- I'd love to.

Could we, darling?

- [Derek] Maybe, if you
feel up to it.

- But I feel fine.

- Of course you do.

And it'll do you the
world of good.

Both of you.

- Well, we'll see.

(ringing)

Bartlett, the
ventilation system's

not working again in Flat 1A.

Can you come and see to it?

Bartlett?

Bartlett, are you there?

Bartlett.

- Next weekend, the
public holiday.

- [Sandy] Oh, there you go.

Oh please, darling.

- Sandy, I must say
that I envy you.

I would pay quarter of a million

beautiful dollars for those.

- I don't find money beautiful,
Spiros.

Only useful.

Can you buy me out
of this chair?

- I like that, Sandy,
that's good.

- Yes, that's very good.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

(eerie music)

(trickling water)

- Yes.

Dislocation of the
cricoid cartilage.

- Two this time.

Throttled.

- Hmm?

I told you, lad.

Insatiable.

And the whole city his oyster.

He can go anywhere he wants.

And we don't have a
single lead on him.

- [Detective] We're always
assuming it is the same man.

- Well if it's not--
- It's the same man all right.

Same digital impressions.

Extremely powerful mandibles.

- Anything else then, hmm?

- No.

Unless you want my theory.

- No, no no, I've got
enough theories of my own.

Thanks, Doc.

Thanks.

- What kind of theories?

- I was lying.

To keep up appearances.

I don't have any
theories at all.

Except one.

- What's that?

- He'll do it again.

- [Bartlett] Hello, miss.

- Oh hello, Bartlett.

I saved these for you.

- Thank you very much, miss.

Another nice day again, eh?

- Yes.

- I like weather like this.

All the girls come out in their

pretty flimsies, don't they?

I like weather like this.

- Oh by the way, my hot
water tap's playing up again.

Have a look at it for me,
will you?

- Certainly, miss,
I'll see to it.

I could come up and see to
it now, if you'd like, miss.

- No, some other time will do.

It's the one in the bathroom.

- All right, miss,
I'll see to it.

(eerie music)

- The police are convinced
that this double m*rder

and the other earlier this week

are definitely linked.

They urge that women in
the London area

exercise particular care
before admitting strangers.

The weather.

The heat wave
continues and so does

the exits from the towns.

The coastal roads are
jam packed with traffic

and when they get there,

the beaches are jam packed--

- It's terrible.

- Oh.

You're telling me.

Seems like every idiot
is on the road

and heading out of town.

- No, I mean the murders.

Three girls.

- Oh yeah.

- Would you like
something to drink?

- Oh yes, something
long, tall, and ice cold.

Lager would be nice.

- Right.

- Yeah, heard it on the news.

Good for the papers.

Whipping it up into a
reign of terror.

They're full of it.

They'll make a k*lling,
all right.

(groans)

How's my girl?

- Hot.

The air conditioner's
acting up again.

- Oh no.

Did you talk to Bartlett?

- Yes.

He came up, looked at it,
kicked it, and reeled away.

- Reeled?

- Yes, he was half stoned again.

- Oh god.

I am gonna have to write
to someone about him.

- Well later, huh?

After the holidays.

It's Boston all over again.

- [Derek] What?

- The strangler.

- Oh yeah.

That fellow's got some way to go

before he gets that
record though.

Sandy.

I know it's a holiday here.

But not in Beirut.

- What?

- My Lebanese client.

He flies in on Saturday.

- Oh.

Oh no.

- I'm sorry darling,
but I have to meet him.

Just to settle in.

It's a formality.

We should be over at Spiro's

Sunday at the latest.

It'll mean you spending
Saturday alone.

Do you mind?

- Yes.

But it is your business.

And business is business,
I suppose.

- And very important to me.

I want to be able to
fly you away too.

Invite friends.

- Well now, don't
start that again.

- It's not just the money.

I have to make my own way.

To be an independent success.

- If you say so.

- That's my girl.

We're gonna have to get you

out of that chair pretty soon.

(screaming)

(eerie music)

- She was lucky.

- More than can be said for us.

I mean, he tried, didn't he?

He tried.

- Well, he didn't succeed.

- So?

- He'll have to try again.

(eerie music)

Well, it's something.
- It's nothing.

I mean, hold it that way,
it could be me.

That way, it could be,

by the way, what were you
doing yesterday?

- Well, you know very well.

I was on duty with--
- That was a joke.

A joke, and in very poor
taste too, yes.

Hey.

Well, is she all right?

- Very lucky.

- [Detective] That's
what I said.

- [Doctor] Nothing your end.

- Well, there's nothing
worth reporting on, no.

- Didn't you talk to her?

- Of course.

- And what did you make of it,
hmm?

The mother bit.

- The what?

- [Doctor] She didn't tell you?

- Well maybe she forgot.

- Mother?

- Well he said it twice with
his hands around her throat.

I'll help you, Mother.

He said it twice.

- I'll help you, Mother.
- Oedipus complex.

Mother fixated.

They taught us that at
police college.

Some K*llers are mother fixated.

- Mother, that's very
interesting.

Well go on, go on, go gon.

- Well--
- Surely at police college,

they didn't neglect to teach you

how to catch one of these
mother fixators, hmm?

- [Doctor] He's going
to do it again.

- [Woman] Now, don't forget.

We'll expect to see you
in the next few days.

And tell Derek not to
go making deals

with quarrelers during
the holidays.

- I will.

Have fun.

- I'll get you out of
that chair yet.

Whatever it costs.

- [Woman] Goodbye, Sandy.

- Bye.

- [Spiros] See you tomorrow.

- [Sandy] Right.

- [Woman] Take good care.

- What an
extraordinary marriage.

Poor Sandy.

- Poor Derek.

He envies you.

- I envy him.

When we get to the airport,

there could be a message
waiting for me.

- Who from?
- Oh, just business.

I may have to send you on ahead.

- You and Derek are the
absolute end.

It's always business first.

- Yes, I'm on my way now.

Oh no, I'll play it cool,
all right.

No, that's all.

See he settles in, he's
got everything he wants.

Then hit him with the really
big business next week.

Oh sure, I understand.

Figures?

Well, the ones you gave me.

Plus the new quotes.

Okay.

All right, bye.

Is this tie all right?

- Hmm, fine.

- Why I have to wear a
tie on a day like this.

- Because you're a respectable
English businessman,

and respectable
English businessmen

always wear ties, no
matter what the weather.

- And never suffer from
heatstroke, I suppose.

Mad dogs and Englishmen.

Oh, Sandy.

I'm sorry to have to go
off like this.

- [Sandy] Don't worry.

- I ought to be here with you.

You sure you can manage?

- Now stop worrying
or you'll lose

your concentration and
spoil the deal.

And this deal is important,
isn't it?

- Very.

All right, darling, I'll
be back as soon as I can.

I promise.

Just a little sweet note
for our Lebanese friend.

You never know, it might
just swing the deal.

Thanks.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

Darling.

Back as soon as I can, promise.

- Lebanese?

Derek?

If he's a Muslim, he
won't drink.

He might even be offended.

Derek.

Derek?

(eerie music)

- Ah, Bartlett.

I'd like a word with you.

- Well done, lad.

Nice, keep you fit.

By Jove, the police college
would be proud of you.

This one's no good.

These are all hard cases.

Most of these have a
history of vicious attack.

- Well our man has--
- Our man has just started.

Something snapped in him.

He was pushed too far
and he snapped.

Now if he'd snapped before,

we'd have heard of him
before, wouldn't we?

Huh?

Now, our man, if he's
in here at all,

will be a petty offender.

Or some nasty little action.

I mean, a protest
against society.

The establishment.

Or he tried to molest a
girl in the park.

Probably hasn't done any
time at all yet.

Let off with a fine.

Probation at most.

That sounds more hopeful.

Yes.

Come on.

Start reading.

- What?

- [Frampton] You think we
should be out, don't you?

Constant vigilance, step up
the patrol, start looking.

- Yes.

- Looking for what?

For whom, hmm?

Look, you don't think I want him

to k*ll again, do you?

Now we have as much chance
with this as with anything.

Besides, what else
could you be doing

on a lovely day like today?

I mean, think of it.

Swimming.

Lazing in the sun.

Well.

Nothing, nothing useful, hmm?

Come on.

Start reading.

(eerie music)

- [Announcer] On a
day like today

or any other exotic beachwear,

people just sprawl in
the sun and have fun.

But it's England.

Foggy, wet England.

Enjoying the longest and hottest

heat wave since records began.

And enjoying is the key word.

It's holiday weekend and
it seems that everyone,

the whole population
of the big city

is heading toward the sea
like so many lemmings.

(eerie music)

- Oh no.

Bartlett, this is
the last straw.

(eerie music)

Bartlett?

(eerie music)

- [Announcer] London
and all the big cities

are ghost towns today.

Everyone has jumped into
his car and headed towards--

(soft music)

(eerie music)

(buzzing)

- Hello, who is it?

Hello?

Who is it?

Hello?

- [Man] Special delivery.

- Okay, come up.

(buzzing)

(eerie music)

- Stupid, we shall probably get

stuck in a traffic
jam for hours.

- [Woman] Nonsense,
everyone else is going away.

Why not us?

(eerie music)

- Betty.

- Sandy, I suddenly
remembered you were

up here all alone.

I bought these magazines today

and wondered if, whoops.

Well, I won't get round to
looking at them for some time.

They might help you be
a little less bored.

- Yes, thanks.

- Are you expecting someone?

- Oh, special delivery.

I guess it's
something for Derek.

I let him in but I forgot
to say which floor.

You didn't see someone looking

lost and baffled, I suppose.

- Well no, the foyer was
empty when I came in.

- He must be trying
every floor then.

- Unless the lock's jammed.

It has several times.

- Bartlett?

- [Betty] Bartlett.

- I hate to think he's still
standing out there waiting.

But surely he would've
buzzed again.

- Well that thing doesn't
always work either.

- Hello?

Is there anyone there?

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

- Sandy, I really must dash.

I'm going out for
dinner tonight.

Better get under a
cold shower soon.

I think I'll faint away.

- Okay, and thanks for
the magazines.

- You're welcome.

- Oh and Betty.

When you're finished,
why not pop up

and have a drink with me?

I'd welcome the company.

- Right, give me half an hour.

I'll be right back.

- Hello?

Look, the lock may have jammed.

I'm going to press it again,
okay?

(eerie music)

- Oh, you want Mrs. Marshall.

She's upstairs.

(whimpering)

(clanging)

(panting)

- He is trying every floor.

(eerie music)

- One one three seven two seven.

Carson, Arthur John.

Two convictions, molestation.

Posed as door to door salesman.

Served three and nine months.

(groans)

One one three seven two eight.

Collins, Frederick Albert.

Nine convictions, common
as*ault, all minors.

He's currently serving
two year sentence.

- [Frampton] Carry on, lad.

- We don't seem to be getting--

- [Frampton] We've got
a lot to get through.

- One one three seven two nine.

Crentin, Philip.

17 convictions, common as*ault.

He cut off girls' hair.

Why would he want to do that?

- Maybe he wanted to
stuff a sofa.

Skip everyone over 40.

No.

45.

- Why?

- Our man's powerful,
in his prime.

- Plenty of 50 year olds still

strong enough to--
- Gotta play some

hunches, haven't you?

Besides, 50 years old
is a bit late in the day

to start turning k*ller,
isn't it?

(laughs)

No.

Our man's younger.

I'm gambling on it.

(eerie music)

(knocking)

(eerie music)

(knocking)

(eerie music)

(knocking)

(eerie music)

- Special delivery.

On a holiday.

(eerie music)

(knocking)

(soft music)

(giggling)

(knocking)

- [Man] Yes.

- [Woman] Who is it, honey?

- I don't know, you tell me.

Who are you, hey just a minute.

What do you want?

Here.

- [Woman] Honey, come on.

Honey.

- What goes on when
I'm not here?

He didn't expect to find
me here today, was he?

- [Woman] Honestly honey,
I swear to you.

- [Man] I've told you before.

- [Woman] Oh honey, baby,
I swear.

(screams)

(knocking)

- Oh Mrs. Bluther, is
your phone working?

I know we've never met.

I'm Sandy Marshall just
along the hall.

My phone is out of
order and I was--

- I never meet anyone.

- [Sandy] Oh please, if I
could just use your telephone.

- I just want to be left alone.

- I know, but this is
terribly urgent.

Look, I let someone into
the block awhile back,

a man, and he never
arrived at my flat.

I know it sounds silly
but he could be--

- I don't have a phone.

Why should I?

I never meet anyone or
talk to anyone.

- Mrs. Bluther--

- [Mrs. Bluther] I just
want to be left alone.

- You're just being silly.

Your nerves are shot
after the accident.

Anyway, Derek will be home soon.

You're just being silly.

Whoever it is should've
been here by now.

(eerie music)

Betty.

(eerie music)

(knocking)

Betty.

(knocking)
Betty!

Betty!

Betty!

- Is something wrong?

I live one floor up.

I heard you shouting.

There is something wrong.

- You live upstairs?

- Yeah.

Third floor, Apartment 3B.

My name's Packer, Tom Packer.

You still haven't told
me what's bothering you.

- Oh, I guess I was
just being stupid.

- You were making a hell
of a racket about it.

- Oh, Betty doesn't answer,
Betty Tyler.

- Oh, the pretty girl.

I've only seen her a
couple of times,

but then I've, well I've
only just moved in myself.

Well, she's probably out.

- [Sandy] Her car's
still outside.

- Then she's walking or
she took a cab.

Is it important?

- I thought so.

No, I guess not.

Oh.

Betty was carrying groceries.

- Well it looks like
she dropped one.

- If she'd gone out again,

wouldn't she have seen it?

- Well, I don't know.

You didn't.

- Anyway, she said she
was gonna take a shower

and then come by and have
a drink with me

before going to dinner.

- Maybe she changed her mind.

Women do change their minds,
you know.

Look, maybe she was
taking a shower,

but didn't hear you.

(knocking)

Well, she definitely isn't home.

Hey look, tell me.

What is bothering you?

- Well, I let someone
into the block,

a man, awhile back and he never

arrived at my apartment.

Well, have you been
reading the newspapers?

The strangler.

- I see.

(laughs)

So that's what's getting
you so hit up.

The strangler.

And he's right here in
this block, is he?

(laughing)

- I said it was stupid.

Mind, it's not all that stupid.

It could've been.

- Well, he looked
like an ordinary

delivery man to me.

The chap I saw, up on my floor.

Ordinary enough.

Nothing sinister about him.

- Third floor?
- Yeah.

- Why did he ring my bell?

- Ah, it's an old trick.

They're always in a hurry

so they stick a big paw
over all the buttons

and then the first one
that answers,

well, in they go.

- Packer.

- [Tom] Tom.

- I haven't seen you before.

- And I haven't seen you before.

But I told you, I've only
just moved in.

I didn't think it would
be this exciting.

(laughing)

- I'm sorry.
- That's all right.

- I'm Sandy Marshall.
- Hi.

- It's just that suddenly
this whole block

seemed like a morgue.

But now I've met you.

- And I'll be here the
whole weekend.

- [Sandy] Good.

- Hey, let me do that.

- [Sandy] No, I can manage.

- No no no no, I'm an old hand.

There we go.

Okay?

Which floor?

- Six.

- Right.

My mother spent 10 years
of her life in a chair.

The last 10 years.

- It's the end door.

- Okay.

- My phone's out of order.

That worries me too.

- The lines have
probably melted.

I don't think England's equipped

for this kind of weather.

(laughs)

- It's this door.

- Now, trust a woman.

You're scared stiff,
you think there's

a k*ller on the prowl,

and you run off and
leave the door wide open.

(laughing)

- Would you mind?

- Okay.

Would you like me to
check every room?

- You make me feel foolish.

- I want you to feel secure.

- The least I can do is
offer you a drink.

I think I was on the
verge of complete panic.

Vodka or whiskey do?

- Whiskey will do fine.

And don't bother pouring
more than one.

The flat's completely empty.

Just you and me.

(laughs)

(eerie music)

I don't know what you
Americans say but

your health.

- That'll do just fine.

- Oops.

Good old England.

True to form.

I think it's gonna rain.

- Well whatever it is,
that breeze is welcome.

- Tell you what.

If it does rain, that'll,

that'll send them all
scuffling back home again.

(eerie music)

What was I saying?

- You were toasting my health.

- Oh yes.

Yes, health.

- Tell me about your mother.

Did she suffer much?

- 10 years is a long time.

It was a long time ago.

I haven't thought about
it that often.

Not really.

But seeing you, it sort of
brought it all back to me.

I hope it's not a life sentence.

Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh no.

I don't mind talking about it.

Not to you anyway.

No, they said a year
at the most.

Maybe less, it all
depends on me.

On my determination.

- In that case, you'll make it.

How did it happen?

- Car accident.

My own fault.

I've always wanted a sports car.

The best money could buy.

So, then on my birthday,
I bought myself one.

And drove it too fast and
too recklessly,

and the brakes failed.

- The brakes failed
on a new car?

- Mm-hmm.

- Didn't it have dual
braking circuits?

- I suppose so.

You know about cars.

- Well, I used to
work in a garage.

You should've sued them.

Dual braking circuits
are fail safe.

To have both go at
the same time,

well it's freaky.

You should've sued.

I mean, brakes shouldn't
fail in this day and age.

- It had just come
from the garage.

Derek picked it up and
drove it home

and he didn't notice anything.
- Derek?

- My husband.

He may be here soon.

Anyway, you'll meet
him sometime.

- Still pretty freaky.

- Well, freaky or not,
it put me in this chair.

I'm lucky to be alive.

- Yes.

- Minor as*ault.

Mother died, he went berserk
and attacked the nurses.

Nothing serious.

Suspended sentence.

Five oh five two eight nine.

Courier, Ernest John.

Two convictions, as*ault
with a deadly weapon, knife.

Attacked two girls--

- His mother died?

- No, no mention of
family at all.

- No no no no no, the
one before that.

His mother died, he went crazy
and he attacked the nurses.

Let me see that, will you?

Come on.

Get me the file on this bird,
will you?

- Do you think he may be--
- I think we have to

chase every little thing
no matter what.

I mean, it mentions
his mother, doesn't it?

And he mentioned mother,
didn't he?

All right, Oedipus, off you go.

Get yourself a drink.

You're running out of voice.

- Right.

- There's one thing I don't
quite understand though.

- Oh?

- Well, you bought the
car for your birthday.

- Yes.

- Well, why you?

I mean, why didn't your
husband buy it?

- Well, he's not quite
where it's at yet.

You know, he's doing very,
very well.

Insurance, making good money.

But it doesn't quite stretch

to brand new sports cars yet.

- And as you've got
some money of your own,

you treated yourself, right?

- Yes.

- Lucky girl.

Was he, Derek, was he in
the car when it happened?

- No.

- Funny.

- Not really.

He handed me the keys and said,

here's your brand new toy.

He had to call the States.

- And you were
itching to drive it,

so you took off on your own.

- Yes.

- Nothing wrong with it when
he drove it back though?

- No.

- Funny.

- Accidents happen.

- Yes, but I've never
known an expensive

model like yours have
brake failure before.

I mean, not like that.

- Well, there's always a
first time for everything.

- Yes.

Yes, of course.

- What do you do?

For a living, what do you do?

- Certainly not
insurance anyway.

He does quite well does he,
your husband?

- Oh yes, he's in line
for a big promotion soon.

- I expect you learn a
lot in insurance.

They must come up against
all sorts of gags.

- Gags?

- Ways to fake things.

I mean, lots of people
try to defraud

insurance companies
but they are,

they are pretty smart.

Yeah, work in insurance
and you'd learn what to do.

What not to do.

- I'm sorry?

- Well, things like arson.

I mean, when a big
company burns down

just before it goes bankrupt.

And accidents, and preferred
terms for next of kin.

I expect he carries a
pretty heavy

insurance cover on you,
doesn't he?

And you're wealthy
in your right.

- Mr. Packer, I'm not sure
where this is leading.

- Oh I'm sorry, I was
thinking aloud.

Letting my imagination run wild.

I've got to try and curb that.

My imagination.

Well, it can get me
into trouble.

It has done.

- He attacked those nurses
with his bare hands.

Tried to strangle them.

- Dislocation of the cricoid--

- A mechanic that worked
in that clock factory.

Likes machines, wheels.

Currently a TV
repairman living alone.

TV repairman.

- They get easy access.

Always making house calls.

- Let's go and pay him a call.

- There's still
hundreds of files--

- There is a time, son,

when you gotta throw away facts

and follow blind instinct.

Now, I know they
don't teach that

at police college, but
they ought to.

Where's his address?

Come on.

(eerie music)

- Of course, it might
have been negligence.

The car or maybe the hospital.

- What?

- Well it could be.

I mean, you never
know these days.

People don't seem to
take care anymore.

To take any pride.

When you were brought in,

you could've been put
in the hands

of some student nurse,
she did the wrong thing--

- I can assure you, I had
the very best of treatment.

- Yeah but just the same,
you never know.

I mean, how many
people are crippled

or even dead because of some

minor slip up in the treatment?

- Not in my case.

- No.

(eerie music)

- Well, it's been very
nice talking to you.

It really helped to
pass the time.

- I bet you've got nice legs.

Long and shapely, I bet.

- Oh well.

If I do say so myself,

they're considered one
of my best features.

- I'll take your word for it.

- Well, you don't have to.

I have photographs pre-accident.

Would you like to see them?

- I'm sorry, I didn't--

- Oh, don't be.

A girl in my position.

I can use all the
admiration I can get.

They were taken last
year in Barbados.

Oh, that was a
fantastic vacation.

Three weeks of just
lying in the sun.

(eerie music)

- Well, don't keep me
in suspense.

- They're not all that good.

- You let me be the judge.

Well, not good?

They're fantastic,
they're great.

- You live on the third floor.

- Hmm.

- Apartment 3B you said.

- Yes, that's right.

This one's very good.

- You must know the
De Veres then.

- Hmm?

- The De Veres, they're an
elderly couple.

They've been here
longer than anyone.

- Oh yes.

- Oh you do know them.
- Yes, nice people.

- Of course you would,
wouldn't you?

They live right across--
- Right across the hall.

Do you know, these are
very good, Mrs. Marshall.

You're a very attractive
woman, do you know that?

Very attractive.

And I was right about the legs.

They're long.

Long and beautiful.

Thank you.

Beautiful.

- Would you like another drink?

- Oh no thanks.

Three and I go berserk.

I can't hold my liquor.

When are you expecting
your husband?

- Oh, any minute.

I expect him now, as a
matter of fact.

- I thought you said
you didn't know

when he'd be home.

- Did I say that?

Oh no, any minute now.

Look, I've kept you long enough.

You must have other
things to do.

- Oh no no, I've got all
the time in the world.

And besides, I like it
here with you.

- I really am worried
about Betty.

- Betty?
- Betty Tyler.

Down on the second.

Yes, she promised to come up

and have a drink with me.

- [Tom] But you tried, we tried.

She wasn't home.

- Oh I know, but she might
be back by now.

Would you go and see for me?
- What?

- Would you try her, please?

I really am worried, please?

- All right.

All right.

I'll be right back.

Just a couple of minutes.

- You were right.

He does like wheels,
mechanical things.

He never seems to finish
anything he starts though.

- Oh yes he does.

Oh yes, there's one
thing he finishes.

- Well, nothing to link
him with it at all.

- Blind instinct.

Note that lad.

You may lecture them at
the college on it one day.

He's our man.

- How do you know?

- List of the TV sets
he services.

Look at the first address.

- Oh, that's the one--
- Where the first girl

was k*lled, right?

Look at that address.

For the other two girls
who were m*rder*d.

Come on.

We've got to check out
every address on this list.

(eerie music)

(knocking)

- Mrs. Marshall?

(knocking)

Mrs. Marshall.

(knocking)

Mrs. Marshall.

(knocking)

Mrs. Marshall!

(knocking)

Mrs. Marshall!

(knocking)

Mrs. Marshall?

For pity's sake.

Well, I thought, I thought,

why didn't you answer?

Are you crazy?

Or are you sick?

Is that it?

Mrs. Marshall,
what's the matter?

Aren't you feeling well?

I'll get you a drink.

I don't think
drinking is the cure

for anything, don't think that,

but it used to help
my mother some,

sometimes.

The occasional brandy.

You know, your phone
didn't go dead by accident.

Why?

(whimpers)

- Mrs. Bluther.

(knocking)
Mrs. Bluther!

(shattering)

(buzzing)

(whimpering)

(buzzing)

(whimpering)

- Come on.

(clanging)

(gasps)

(eerie music)

Mrs. Marshall.

Mrs. Marshall.

(eerie music)

Mrs. Marshall.

Mrs. Marshall.

(groans)

(screams)

- They'll blame it on him.

The strangler.

They'll blame it on him.

(groaning)

(eerie music)

- I told you.

You don't have to be
frightened of me.

Not ever.

Not you.

You're not like the others.

You're like,

you're like her.

She was beautiful.

She was, she was beautiful too.

(whimpering)

Shouldn't be here.

It's damp.

You'll get cold.

Cold.

(whimpers)

- [Announcer] MP to sector five.

Message time is 16.

(eerie music)