10 to Midnight Page #6

expert witnesses from

the police forensic laboratory

testifying that the blood type...

Excuse me, Your Honour.

Your Honour,

may we approach the bench?

You may.

Your Honour, l must ask for a dismissal of

charges against the defendant, based on...

ls that true, Lieutenant?

You planted the evidence?

Yes, sir.

- What have you got to say, Warren?

- How does it feel to be a free man?

How do you feel about what Kessler did?

- Hes the one that belongs in jail.

- He violated due process.

He thumbed his nose at the Bill of Rights.

Hes a disgrace to our system

of law enforcement.

- Stacey says you should be in jail.

- Why dont you go (BLEEP) yourself?.

Turn that damn thing off.

What we need is another drink.

Come on, Laurie. l think

youve had too many drinks already.

No.

Were celebrating.

First time l ever got drunk with my father.

Here.

You know, Dad...

You oughta fire your housekeeper.

lve been fired once today already.

Thats enough.

Son of a b*tch.

- l hope he gets whats coming to him.

- l hope its sooner than later.

You know, theyll probably

give him a medal.

lm talking about Stacey.

- lm talking about McAnn.

- Ah, well...

l broke the law.

He wouldnt buy it.

l would have felt the same way.

l dont care.

- l still hate him.

- Laurie, youve had enough.

- Thats enough.

- Dad, you dont understand.

Alcohol is the most effective

tranquilliser l know.

- Youve still had enough.

- When you get up in the morning...

Oh, my God, the morning.

lve got a test. lll call a cab.

- lll take you home.

- lll call a cab.

lll take you home.

You dont argue with your father.

lm not arguing, Dad.

You wanna take me home, OK.

Listen, Laurie,

if Stacey calls again, you call me.

And if you cant reach me by the phone,

use the police radio.

OK.

And tell your friends up there

to keep the doors locked.

They shouldnt open up

to anybody that they dont know.

You know, Dad,

l bet when you had your daughter,

you didnt expect

shed be so much trouble.

l dont mind if you dont.

You stay in touch, OK?

(phone rings)

Yeah, hello.

- Hello?

- How you doing, Mr Kessler?

Enjoying yourself?. l am.

l told you what a dirty sh*t you are.

Now the whole world knows, right?

Whats the matter, cat got your tongue?

To forgive is divine, they say.

But l dont aspire to being an angel.

Know what l mean?

You tried to kill me. l owe you for that.

And l always try and pay what l owe.

Be seeing you, Mr Kessler.

Likewise, Mr Stacey.

l used to like this job.

Now l hate coming to work.

lm gonna put in for a transfer.

Why cant they get rid of him?

- l cant sleep nights.

- Me neither.

Whats wrong, Mrs Byrd?

What are these doing here? Answer me.

- l didnt put em there.

- No?

- Who did?

- Not me. Why would l?

Take them down.

Get rid of them this minute.

- Will you listen to me?

- lm going straight to personnel.

l dont want you in this office.

Jeez.

- You trying to commit suicide?

- l was gonna ask you the same thing.

Youre making life very unpleasant

for Warren Stacey.

- Who told you that?

- We in the police have our sources.

You keep it up,

hes gonna come after you.

You think so?

lf you wake up one day

with your throat cut...

lll thank you for warning me.

(car starts)

Say hello to Laurie.

Sure. lll do that.

Tell her l drive by the dormitory

several times a night.

Me too. lm obliged.

(soft rock music starts)

(phone rings)

(Kessler) Are you enjoying yourself,

Mr Stacey?

- Come on, get in.

- First things first, hon.

OK. Come on.

- What can l do for you?

- The girl that was standing with you here.

- Where does she usually take her tricks?

- Who wants to know?

Usually the Regis. Sometimes

the Drexel or the Golden State.

Thanks.

You want drinks, just call the bar.

lve got my own.

Give me a wake-up call in three hours.

Wowee.

You got your work cut out for you.

Thats too much. My union

dont approve of me drinking on the job.

- ltll loosen you up.

- lm already a loose woman.

Bottoms up.

Thats the story of my life.

- lm gonna take a shower.

- What for?

Cos l like to be clean.

Buddy. A guy about this tall, young,

came in with a hooker. Which room?

- lt aint our policy...

- Which room? Here.

Give me the key.

Dont l know you?

Havent we met before?

- (door buzzer)

- Will you get that, Bun?

- Looking like this? You get it.

- l cant. My toastll burn.

Take it out, dummy.

Come on, buddy. Get me a line.

(door buzzer)

- (phone rings)

- Somebody get the phone.

- Bunny.

- OK, OK.

- Who is it?

- Hello.

- Flowers for Miss Kessler.

- lll take em.

- She has to sign for them.

- Laurie, somebody bought you flowers.

- Who are they from?

- Who else? Your good-looking cop?

- Dont open the door.

- What?

Oh, my God. Dont open that door!

No! No! Oh, my God! No! No!

Leave me alone!

- Where is she? Where is she?

- She isnt here! Shes not here!

Kessler. Laurie Kessler.

Where is she?

Laurie Kessler! Where is she?

- Where is she?

- Shes at the hospital!

- Youre lying!

- lm not!

- Youre lying!

- No, lm not!

- Shes not here, not here.

- Where is she?

- Hello, McAnn. Come in, McAnn.

- Kessler, this is McAnn.

- County hospital, dormitory three. Over.

- Ten-four. Were on our way.

County hospital. Hit it.

- Where? Tell me where she is.

- Shes at the hospital.

- Youre lying!

- No! Really, shes at the hospital.

l wont hurt you.

Shes... shes at the hospital.

l swear. l swear.

Shes on duty at the hospital.

Thats where she is.

Shes working.

No!

Why didnt you tell me? Why did you

make me think she was in there?

(police radio)

- My fathers gonna kill you.

- No, hes not. l know where hes at.

That was him on the phone.

Hell be here any second.

Oh, yeah?

Then l guess ld better hurry up.

(car approaches)

Thats him. Hes here!

You can count on this. lll be back.

(car starts and drives off

Laurie?

McAnn!

Dont shoot. Get back! Get away!

l tried to keep you from running loose.

Now there are three more dead girls.

You drove me to it.

That blood on my clothes.

Those pictures on the wall.

Digging into my personal life. lts my life!

Those phone calls. On me every minute!

All those girls.

You sick son of a b*tch.

l am sick.

l am sick.

l didnt know what l was doing.

lts like l couldnt control myself.

Why else would l kill girls

l dont even know?

lts like lm two different people.

l hear voices telling me what to do.

Once it begins, l cant stop!

So go ahead, arrest me.

Take me in.

You cant punish me.

lm sick.

They cant punish me for being sick.

All you can do is lock me up.

But not forever.

One day lll get out.

One day lll get out.

Thats the law. Thats the law.

Thats the law!

And lll be back. lll be back.

Youll hear from me.

You and the whole f***ing world!

No, we wont.

ENHOH:

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