10 to Midnight Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1983
- 101 min
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you know, talk dirty.
- Did he talk dirty to both of you?
- Just to Betty.
Start checking out these names,
find out if any of them spoke Spanish.
All right, Lieutenant. Thank you, Karen.
Karen, l know this is hard on you, but ld
like you to show me Bettys possessions.
Everything.
l hope you wont make her look cheap.
She wasnt, honestly.
- lf only youd known her.
- l knew her.
And though this body be destroyed,
yet shall l see God,
whom l shall see for myself and mine
eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger.
We brought nothing into this world,
and it is certain we can carry nothing out.
The Lord gave
and the Lord hath taken away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Unto almighty God we commend
the soul of our sister departed,
and we commit her body to the ground,
earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
in sure and certain hope
of the resurrection unto eternal life
through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Amen.
- Thank you very much.
- lm very sorry.
- Thank you.
- God bless.
- Hello, sweetheart.
- Hi, Daddy.
- How are you?
- How am l?
lm sick because it wasnt so long ago
that she was my best friend.
Have you found out anything,
or am l not supposed to ask that?
Me and McAnn here, were working on it.
- This is Paul McAnn. My daughter Laurie.
- Hi, how do you do?
Excuse me. See you in a minute.
- Are you a cop?
- So they tell me.
- You dont look like a cop.
- Your fathers of the same opinion.
You dont sound like a cop either.
ls that good or bad?
l didnt say if it was good or bad. l just
said you dont look or sound like a cop.
Do you live with your father?
No.
When my mother died,
he and l went our separate ways.
- lm a student nurse.
- Really? You dont look like a nurse.
Whats a nurse supposed to look like?
You take after your father, dont you?
You think so?
l dont. Excuse me.
Nice talking to you, Miss Kessler.
Thanks for coming.
Anything at all to report?
Nothing. But well get him, l promise you.
l thought of something.
lt could be important.
Betty always kept a diary,
everything she ever did,
everybody she ever went out with.
Too many. Some of them the worst kind.
Excuse me. Dont l know you?
- Do you?
- Well...
lm Laurie Kessler.
Havent we met before?
Have we?
Maybe not.
(Bettys father) l thought of something.
lt could be important.
Betty always kept a diary,
everything she ever did,
everybody she ever went out with.
(front door opens)
(phone rings)
- Hello.
- Hi, Karen.
- Hi, Tim.
- How are you bearing up?
lm a wreck.
l cant sleep and l cant stop crying.
- lm coming over to take you out.
- Youre a darling.
l just dont feel like going anywhere.
l think lll just get a bite to eat here
and try to get some rest.
Why dont you come over
in a couple of hours?
- OK, thats great.
- Youre an angel. Bye.
(soft music on radio)
Mr Stacey.
Lieutenant Kessler, Detective McAnn.
Can we talk to you?
Come in, please.
- Didnt l see you at the funeral?
- Yeah, and we saw you.
- Been shopping, have you?
- Youre very observant.
(police radio)
Whats that?
Sorry. Miracle of modern science.
Sit down, please.
lll just put these things away.
This is a nice place.
How long have you lived here?
About a year.
of a movie buff.
l try to see everything worthwhile.
- Youre into karate, are you?
- Helps keep me in shape.
Nothing takes the place
of regular exercise, does it?
l see you keep yourself informed.
lts not often someone
you know personally gets murdered.
How well did you know her?
- Same as the other girls in the office.
- You ever take her out?
Once.
- Why only once?
- She wasnt my type.
We talked to everybody
that went out with her.
Maybe you can shed some light
on what we learned.
- Whats that?
- This is Bettys diary.
We got it from her roommate.
She kept what you might call
a graphic record of her experiences.
For instance, So conceited that when
he said did l wanna go to bed with him,
it was like he was doing me a favour.
- Thats Larry Williams. You know him?
- No.
Always talking about
his Corvette and cabin cruiser,
but never once bothered
George Latham. You know him?
No.
Good-looking but what a creep.
Makes my skin crawl.
l told him to get lost.
Creep called me up again.
Creep asked me to the office picnic.
l said l had a date. He said l was lying.
That made me mad.
l said l wouldnt go with him
if he was the last man alive.
You know who that is?
lll give you a hint: you.
They say one shouldnt
speak ill of the dead.
But the truth is,
she was not a nice person.
- No morals at all and terrible manners.
- l know what you mean.
A man can only take so much abuse
before he strikes back.
Thats not what l mean.
- Where were you on the night of the 6th?
- At the Aero Theatre.
- Betty Johnson was murdered on the 7th.
- l assumed you meant that night.
Anybody see you there?
The cashier. The manager.
A couple of girls l talked to.
- What was the movie?
- Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
The one with Newman and McQueen?
Newman and Redford.
Shall l tell you the rest of the cast,
what its about?
Thats not necessary.
These are games we play with
just about everybody. Nothing personal.
Can l use your bathroom?
Help yourself.
This is first-rate.
lts a beautiful colour.
lve never seen a bullfight, have you?
- A couple.
- Where, Mexico?
Tijuana.
They really as gory as people say?
Not if you think of it as a spectacle.
l suppose thats a valid point of view.
Shouldnt be so quick to judge, right?
After all, footballs a fairly brutal sport.
Boxing. Nothing very elevating about
two gorillas beating each other to a pulp.
- This corrida de...
- Corrida de toros.
- What does that mean?
- Bullfight.
- You speak Spanish, huh?
- A little.
(police radio) 3L99. 3L99.
Phone the station.
- May l use your telephone?
- Of course.
Detective McAnn.
Lieutenant.
- Kessler.
- Karen Smalley.
Who?
Pretty girl.
The one Betty Johnson lived with.
- Where?
- The apartment.
lll meet you there.
Sorry to bother you.
Thanks for your help.
Thats OK.
lf theres anything l can do...
This is Detective McAnn. Hell take you
downtown and get your statement, Tim.
l didnt do it.
Christ almighty, she was my girl!
- l know you didnt do it, Tim.
- All right, Tim. Lets go.
- This where you found the diary?
- Yeah.
- Figure thats what he was looking for?
- Yeah.
And l got a pretty strong hunch
who it was.
After the funeral, you went
from the cemetery to the market.
l did.
But you didnt get home
until three hours after the funeral.
Thats a hell of a long time
to spend in a market.
Are you telling me or asking me?
You were informed of your right to remain
silent. You agreed to answer questions.
Hes making charges.
Only the DAs office can bring charges.
You havent been charged with anything.
lll ask the questions simpler.
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