Jennifer Eight Page #5

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Her who?

Someone's been calling the Institute

wanting to ask Helena more questions.

Not guilty.

Thanks, Angelo.

You got a quiet phone?

Don't start getting antsy

over this.

- It's probably some local cops.

- It's what I want to find out.

Upstairs.

Beautiful. There. Good.

- Are you sure I look OK?

- Are you kidding?

You are the prettiest girl

here by 200 per cent.

Press your lips together.

There. Good. OK, sit down.

- How are you doing on those heels?

- They don't mix very well with beer.

When did John divorce?

Two or three years ago.

- What was she like?

- She was very pretty.

But a policeman's wife she wasn't.

So one day she just packed and left.

And his whole life

went straight down the nearest toilet.

- What does that mean?

- It means, he crashed, you know?

He just couldn't come to terms with it.

Every spare minute he ran down to

San Diego, having a terrible time with her,

getting drunk, coming back... You wouldn't

believe the amount that man drank.

- You think he still loves her?

- I think he still thinks about her.

Not like then.

Then it was an obsession.

Yes, come in.

That woman in the kitchen says, if she

doesn't get help, she's going to resign.

That woman, she's a disaster.

OK, tell her I'll be right there.

No, wait a minute.

Take Helena with you and find John.

Don't let go of her hand until you do. Good.

I'll just see if he's upstairs.

You stay right here.

- Excuse me.

- Sorry.

- Hey, Popeye!

- Hey, Fat Guy!

You are still

the prettiest goddamn cop in this town.

It's me, John.

Do you want me

to bring Margie back up here?

Take me home, please.

I just can't walk in these shoes.

You don't have to dress like this for me.

You can't get in there.

Jesus!

- What are you doing?

- I suppose I'm drinking myself sober.

- You got any Glasers?

- Yeah. Right drawer. Left drawer.

- .32s?

- Right drawer.

- What exactly are you doing?

- I'm going to the Institute.

Now?

This "cop" that's been calling thinks

she'll be there over Christmas.

I checked with the locals

and our station. No calls.

So whoever it is, it isn't the police.

This bastard's

getting worried about something.

I think there's a chance he might turn up.

Well, let's hope he does.

And if he does,

I'm gonna drop a bomb on the f***er.

Listen.

You don't have to come.

Hey, watch 'em working.

I'm your partner.

What time is it?

Where's your watch?

I guess it's by the bed.

It's 2:
40.

Isn't she a little young for you, bro?

Do you think if she could see, she'd

hang around with an old dog like you?

Your stomach's going round

to meet itself behind your back.

Bullshit.

- I'm in my prime, baby.

- Bits. Bits.

What do you mean?

Policemen's bodies age at different rates.

Look at me. My belly's in its 50s, my balls

are in their 60s, and my feet in their 80s.

Hit those wipers.

There. See it?

- See it, fourth floor?

- Yeah.

He's f***ing in there.

Let's do it.

- What channel?

- Local.

Local? What if we need back up?

We're not here.

I don't want the desk to hear us.

- You only got that.32?

- And my Beretta.

This f***ing thing's quitting.

- I'll start at the top.

- You ain't going alone.

That is a liability.

I don't want you hanging on my shirt.

If anybody comes down, take him out.

I want this bastard living!

- Ross.

- 10-2.

- I'm going in.

- You take care, bro.

- Ross, you hear me?

- 10-2.

I'm going upstairs.

John, what's happening?

I'm on Helena's floor

to take a look at her apartment.

Are you OK?

My flashlight's kaput.

The door's locked.

What's happening, brother?

I hear something. Something upstairs.

I've got footsteps above me.

John, what's happening?

- You are now on the third floor.

- Sh*t!

The f***er's in the elevator.

Get ready, Ross.

He may be coming down.

John?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me? Let's go.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Just be careful because I'm coming up.

Is that you, John?

John?

Answer me. Now!

Or I'll blow this f***ing staircase to pieces.

It's me, Freddy.

What the hell is going on up there?

I've been calling ten minutes.

Jesus Christ, what are you doing?

What the f*** are you doing?

Holy sh*t, John.

John, not you! Not you!

Get me the police. Quickly!

Where's Margie?

Taking Bobby to her friend's.

Thinks his dad's in the hospital.

Why did you go up there, John?

John?

Right here.

Is that Margie?

I'm here, darling.

I'm right here.

Don't cry, darling.

He was a big old cop.

He didn't like tears.

- Margie...

- Don't.

Don't.

What are you going to do

about this, little brother?

I don't know, Margie.

I don't know.

I'm tired now.

I'm going to go to sleep.

Let me go. Let me go.

Let me go. Let me go.

I want 24-hour protection

on Margie's house.

Otherwise I'm not saying nothing.

You give me that,

or read my rights and talk to a lawyer.

All right. You got it.

I'm going to put an observer

in there with you.

- I don't trust the F.B.I.

- I want Serato.

- No.

- Why can't I have Serato?

Because I'm short of men.

And Angelo won't do it.

Whoever I got free first, you get.

I always figured I'd like to retire

to a little town like this.

Maybe buy a boat, do some fishing.

You fish, John?

I have done some.

All right, let's not beat around the bush,

whatever that might mean,

and get right down to it.

You don't mind if I jump around a bit

while I'm easing my way into this, do you?

- You're asking the questions.

- You had an argument with Ross?

- Assaulted one of the officers?

- I wouldn't use the word assault.

- You got a racy temper?

- Not especially.

Just something they did

made you lose your rag?

Not they. He. Taylor put a piece in the

paper, which put my witness in jeopardy.

From whom?

From the man I detailed in my report.

He's a crazy man. And to my certain

knowledge has killed eight girls.

Not a lot of support

for that scenario, though.

No. Not a lot.

Not even from Ross?

No.

Is that why you lost your temper with him?

Frustration. No one believing you.

Is that why you were angry with Taylor?

- You don't like Sergeant Taylor, do you?

- Like?

- You want to use another word?

- I'm indifferent to him.

You don't blame him

for the situation you're in?

His motive for exposing my witness

was malicious.

- So you don't like him?

- No, I don't like him.

You...

...wish him ill?

This crazy man, what makes you think

he wants to eliminate Miss Robertson?

- Did you read my report, sir?

- I'm asking a question.

He reads the newspaper. I'm

investigating her friend's disappearance

and Miss Robertson becomes

the focus of his anxiety.

How good a witness is she?

He's a crazy man, but he ain't stupid.

He's got a flexible modus operandi

and doesn't want to get caught.

We'll have plenty of time to discuss

your mystery man and his flexibility later.

Right now I'd like to talk about the event.

Can you turn that thing on?

All right, the door comes back,

hits you, knocks you out.

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