Jennifer Eight Page #2

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- If I can do it, you can.

- How did you do it, old man?

Somebody bet me a dollar.

It's not worth quitting for a dollar.

All right, I'll bet 50 dollars.

50 dollars?

You got a bet.

JB, it's Ronzo. You know that brassiere

you sent me? I got some results.

First - the blood is human, and it's not a

popular brand. AB negative and that's rare.

Two - the blood on the brassiere is

compatible with the blood from the hand.

And three - anything else, the answer

from all us in Los Angeles is "f*** off".

And shoot me a duck,

would you? Bye.

- What are you going to do now, soldier?

- Dig up Jennifer.

- What is that?

- A laser enhancement of the fingertip.

It's really bothering me.

You see these striations here?

It's like she's always worrying

the end of her finger.

Rubbing it... rubbing it...

rubbing it with her thumbnail or something.

Almost identical to Jennifer. Slim, white,

same age. Her bra size is even the same.

- Nicely made lady.

- How do you know her hair's black?

The hair on her hand.

And Jennifer had black hair.

What's with this Jennifer stuff?

- These cases aren't connected.

- I think they may be.

I think Jennifer and this lady

got hit by the same guy.

I have four points of positive

comparison on the cut.

That's all very interesting,

but where's the body?

I don't know much about this Jennifer

except what I've heard.

The principle feature of the case

was a gruesome display of the body.

So if this is the same guy,

why has he hidden this one?

Just wondered if you'd had time

to get around to my pharmacy stuff.

You'll have it in the morning.

I'll try again tomorrow. Chief.

You're probably making him feel

antsy with this back on the wall.

- I thought it was Taylor's case.

- It sucked in officers all over the county.

It was the worst six months

this station ever had.

Why don't you give it a minute

and stop by my office? We should talk.

- So what does he think it is?

- Everything it isn't.

Make a left.

He even tried self-inflicted.

- It's possible.

- Give me a break.

It's the garage in the far corner.

- You can't stop it can you?

- What?

The worrying, the clicking, the picking.

You might as well be back in Los Angeles.

Why don't you dump it?

Mail it off?

Give it to the FBI... a present.

Stay here.

You might not be finished yet.

I just got an insane idea. If I'm wrong,

I'll redecorate the entire house.

She's blind. That's why all the scars.

Here that traffic light?

That noise is for blind people.

That's why she has marks

on her fingertips. She reads in Braille.

Who's next?

Amber Stone, 19 years old,

last seen six weeks ago.

- Is this the last one?

- One more to go.

Welcome to Shasta Trinity Institute.

Reception is through the double doors

and to your right.

- What exactly is your interest in Amber?

- I'm afraid I can't answer that.

As I explained to your secretary,

we're doing a lot of looking.

We're not even

sure it's Amber we're looking for.

And what do you hope I'll do?

Dissuade or persuade you?

I was hoping you might remember

something to give us an idea where she is.

Then you could have saved

yourself a lot of driving.

What I said on the phone

is what I'm saying now.

I have no idea where she is

or who took her there.

And, I might add, in five weeks,

150 students will be leaving here

for Christmas holidays with people

whose names I won't know either.

Excuse me.

You have an appointment

with Miss Robertson?

Apparently she saw Amber

the weekend she left,

and was briefly in the room

with the man she left with.

I see.

She teaches another class at four o' clock.

I'd appreciate it if you don't detain her.

How come this place is so big?

Where is everyone?

I don't know. He said this was

the staff side of the building.

What did you think of that f***ing idiot?

He had a handshake

like a partially excited penis.

Hi. Sergeants John Berlin, Frederick Ross.

We have an appointment.

What do you want to ask, Mr Berlin?

Please sit down.

I'd like you tell me, any way you like,

what you can remember

about the time you spent with Amber...

...on the afternoon she left.

Well, I think I told you on the phone...

I went up to her room to say goodbye...

we sat on the bed and chatted while

her friend was collecting her things.

What kind of friend?

Boyfriend? Old friend? New friend?

I don't know.

Do you have any idea

what this friend was like?

- Do you know how old he was?

- No.

Let me put it this way.

How old do you think I am? 26, 39 or 53.

You must have some idea.

When we spoke on the phone,

did you know I was blonde?

- No.

- Why not? You heard my voice.

We don't have some sixth sense,

except in ridiculous novels.

If I hadn't known,

I would have thought he was blind.

Blind? Why?

Because he was comfortable with us.

He shook hands like blind people do.

- How's that?

- Blind people often use both hands.

- And he did that?

- Yes.

He used breath freshener.

I think his name was John.

You never mentioned that on the phone.

Why do you think that?

She must have called him John.

I don't know.

I'm making some tea.

Would you like some?

Sure.

- I think we got something here.

- We got a witness.

Give me some time.

She might remember something.

She's blind. You'd be better off talking

to one of these Beethoven guys here.

This is crazy.

Two hours here and back

and all I got "John".

You said he spoke.

Can you remember what he said?

He just said, "Come on. Hurry up.

It's starting to snow again."

He was breathless from carrying the cases

because the elevator had gone out.

- It wasn't working?

- No.

It has a mind of its own.

Four o' clock pm.

- Well.

- Can I see your hands?

- My hands?

- Yes.

I have a class.

I have to go.

Can you tell me anything else

about him or her?

- It doesn't matter how small.

- No.

Except he smoked like you.

Me?

I could smell it on his breath

like I can smell it on yours.

I have a class. I'm late.

Do you have a seeing eye dog?

No.

There's lots of scratch marks

on your door.

Sometimes I look after friends' dogs

if they go to dances.

Sergeant, can I just refer you

to this memo here?

- Did Amber have a dog?

- Yes.

- What colour was it?

- I don't know.

If she writes or calls or anything...

you'll let me know?

I'll leave a number with the office.

50 f***ing dollars, OK?

What exactly do you teach, Helena?

Music composition and 'cello.

50 of them and I want them now.

You are now on the fourth floor.

Amber had a seeing eye dog

since she was 18.

I knew that labrador

was too good to be dead.

- We'd better get back to that dump.

- No way. I'm not going back.

You might find someone's prick

in a hot dog roll.

We're going.

Get the light down here.

In that bag you'll find a knife

and a pair of long-nosed pliers.

Looks like a 22.

Jesus, he said six.

I want you to see Citrine with me.

I know he'd listen to you.

Listen to what?

I want to take the Blind Institute to pieces.

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