Cop Page #7

June 10, 1973. That's the first time

the killer contacted Kathleen.

He sent her a little poem and the flowers...

exactly one year before, you, Henderson,

Kathleen, and the killer were at...

Webster High. Something happened.

Did you and the Birdman hurt somebody?

Who was it?

We didn't do anything.

What did you do?

- Three chances, Whitey.

- Just a c*nt.

Are you gonna kill me over what happened

to some c*nt 15 years ago?

What did you do to her?

We just wanted to scare her, man.

We? Who's we?

Me and Bird.

You know, those bunch of c*nts,

Kathy and her court...

they put everybody down.

So we started going and we couldn't stop.

- What did you do?

- Raped her!

You raped her. You f***ing piece of sh*t!

And then we had a gangbang

with the two of us.

Who knew about it?

Who loved Kathleen McCan'thy...

and wanted revenge?

God, man.

I don't know.

You can pull that trigger

till you blow my head off...

but I cannot tell you what I don't know.

Stop it.

Piece of sh*t.

What now?

For you, nothing.

This will be at Internal Affairs tomorrow.

You're through as a deputy sheriff, Haines.

You're a smart cop, Hopkins.

You like to hassle other cops.

Maybe you and me can make a deal.

I'm just a little fish.

You throw me back, and I guarantee you...

I'll give you brass

the size of a school of sharks.

Keep talking.

This thing's still running, come on.

I've got to piss so bad, I'm floating in it.

You really put a scare into me.

I'm going to go in there.

When I come back, we make a deal, right?

Okay, yeah.

Go ahead.

Hey.

- Hello, Dutch here.

- Dutch, it's me.

Where the hell have you been?

You know you're in a lot of trouble?

I know, I shouldn't have

popped off last night...

That's history. I'm talking about right now.

Your friend, Kathleen McCan'thy, and

her attorney are sitting across the desk...

from me,

wanting to file a complaint against you.

Dutch, that's bullshit.

I left her a note explaining what I did.

Maybe you ought to get over here

and explain it again.

To be honest with you, Dutch,

it'd be better if you came over here.

I just killed a cop and I think I'm gonna

need your help in squaring this one.

Let's see.

In one day, suspended from the force,

breaking and entering, robbery...

and now possible murder.

What you got lined up for tonight?

I'm this close to getting the cocksucker.

All I need is a little help.

What's a little help?

From what I found at the McCan'thy place...

and from what Haines just confessed to...

I know they were both in the same class

at Webster High with the killer.

Since we've got his prints from the book

at the Niemeyer murder...

all we have to do is match them

with everyone else.

That's all?

He's never been printed,

so you can eliminate everyone else who has.

You'd still have about 20%.

You throw out Blacks, Chicanos, Asians,

you're down to less than 10.

What if he wasn't in the graduating class?

- Or maybe he was a teacher?

- What if he was the f***ing janitor?

I know all that, but we got to start

somewhere. Now, what do you say?

What about the McCan'thy broad?

We gotta bring her in on this.

- So, we'll bring her in.

- You stay away from her.

Right now, she trusts me.

See what I can do

about having her cooperate.

You know some place you can go?

Stay out of sight, out of trouble?

Do it.

Sarge, you never got those names

from the Rolodex.

I figured you could use them

more than I could.

I've been suspended.

Well, you need a shoulder to cry on?

To be honest with you,

dinner would be better.

Give me an hour, and you've got it.

I'll be there.

Thanks.

Hello.

Goddamn it.

Keep your mouth shut.

Let me do the talking.

Not a word. Not a peep.

Ms. McCan'thy.

I hope you don't mind, but I asked

Sergeant Hopkins to join us.

He's got something to say to you.

I'm returning your diary.

If it's any consolation, I didn't read it.

It's never been opened.

And I would like to extend my apologies.

Do you really think after what you did,

I'd be willing to help you?

Kathleen, you'd be helping yourself.

We're convinced the mass murderer is

the one that's been sending you the flowers.

Oh, Christ. This is ridiculous.

He's a gentle, tender man,

who's incapable of hurting anyone.

You have, believe me,

no idea what this man is capable of.

All you know is what you've created

in your own fantasy.

Lloyd.

Whoever he is, Kathleen, he has

this twisted, obsessive love for you...

that dates back to when you were

in the same class together in high school.

Dates back to the day that you were raped...

by Delbert Haines,

and again by Lawrence Henderson.

You're sick.

Dutch, I'm sorry.

This is a capital murder case.

The killer knew who the rapists were...

and he knew about your court of girlfriends

deserting you after it happened.

He has been punishing the same

innocent types of women ever since.

That's the modus operandi of this crime.

You'd make up anything to hurt me,

wouldn't you?

Did I make up the dates of the murders?

Did I make up the dates

he sent you the flowers?

For 15 years, they've been

within a day of each other every time.

This is insane.

Jesus Christ!

She's supposed to be a feminist.

Don't you give a sh*t about all the innocent

women this lunatic has been killing?

Don't you dare attack me!

You're the only lunatic in this sordid mess!

I am not gonna deal with this lunatic.

You sit down and shut up!

All right?

Yeah, all right.

Kathleen, I'm sorry.

Just hold on one second.

Let me show you how this breaks down.

We got 30 names

that according to the national computer...

have never been fingerprinted.

Of these, two are deceased,

four have moved away...

16 are either Blacks, Chicanos or Asians.

One is a well known

professional ball player...

and one is

an equally well known entertainer.

You see,

that leaves six names circled in red.

That's all you have to do. Just six names.

It'll be a couple of seconds.

Let me show you just how it's gonna go,

all right?

Thank you.

You see,

what we'd like you to do, Kathleen...

is simply tell us everything you can

possibly remember about each individual...

as I call out his name. You can use the

yearbook picture to refresh your memory.

And just take as much time as you need.

I know I agreed to do this,

but nonetheless, it just seems really unfair...

to ask me to condemn these people

because of some...

character trait they had as teenagers.

F*** this bullshit! We're wasting time.

Dutch, I'm gonna get this cocksucker

with what we've got.

You'll sit down! That's what you'll do!

I'm not staying here

unless this f***er shuts up!

He's going to shut up! Right?

Right.

He's not going to open his mouth again.

All right? Okay?

I promise you that. Here, let me, here...

Just sit down. It'll only take a couple

of seconds, all right? Come on.

You'll see how easy it is.

Now we'll start with Benson.

First name, Claude. I got all the pictures

right here. See this? Remember him?

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