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he said to me at the end.
He said... What was it?
Yes. He said, "Don't you think
this is a funny way to get hurt?"
Or something like that.
I was so busy, I didn't pay any attention.
I guess maybe he wanted to stop himself.
Maybe he wanted to stop himself for years.
Maybe nobody else paid any attention either.
They better get this nut.
Next thing you know
he'll be coming right into your house.
- I think it's horrible. Who'd he kill this time?
- Girl walking in the park with her boyfriend.
But he left a bandage behind him.
Maybe that's clue enough for them.
I certainly hope so.
Wherever you go these days
that's all people talk about.
You can say that again.
Did you say a bandage?
Yeah. They found it on a bush
right by the cartridge case.
- What kind of a bandage?
- Wait a minute.
Yeah, here it is.
"Police laboratory technicians report that
the bandage is from a man's right hand,
"evidently covering a bad burn. They also..."
Operator, give me
the police department, please.
- Are you sure you got the place surrounded?
- He can get in, but he won't get out.
- Is he often late?
- Is he?
Maybe three times
in the last couple of weeks, Mr. Alpine.
But I warned him. I told him if it happened...
- Do you know his number?
- Yes, I know it.
Call his place
and see if he's left for work yet.
- Yes, sir.
- Tell me, Lieutenant,
do you think you can keep the name
of the establishment out of this?
It will be very bad for business, very bad.
Don't talk to me about that, Mr. Alpine.
Talk to the reporters.
There must be some way...
Hello, this is the Alpine Cleaners and Dyers.
Has Eddie Miller left for work yet?
What? I see. Thank you.
He left half an hour ago.
He ought to be here by now.
- How many men you got out there, Joe?
- I don't know. Maybe 15, 20.
Where is he? Why isn't he here?
What's keeping him this time?
Marsha, wait a minute.
Hey, the sniper! Hey, the sniper!
Hey! Hey, over there! The sniper! Hey! Hey!
Over there! The sniper! The sniper!
He's got a gun! Look out! The sniper!
Look out! Hey!
Hey! Somebody look!
Hey, look! Up here! Hey, the sniper!
Here on the roof!
Why did you have to do that?
I didn't kill her.
You can see I didn't kill her.
Why do you have to yell like that?
Hey!
... and requests that any citizen
who knows of any man
who has had a badly burned right hand
within the past two weeks
to report him to the police immediately.
He may be the sniper.
I repeat, he may be the sniper.
We know that this man...
Burned hands, snipers,
I don't know what the world's coming to.
Do you, Assa?
Why, Mr. Miller,
what brings you home from work at this...
- You can't go down there.
- Well, we want to see what's going on.
- There's nothing to see.
- Come on, handsome.
You heard me.
- What's up? What's going on?
- Nothing we need you for. Stay back.
They got the sniper up there.
He lives up this street.
I hope they kill him.
Get somebody into that school up there.
Tell them to keep those kids inside.
Right.
- Hi, Frank. Where you been?
- Scene of the crime.
- Yeah. Well, we won't miss him this time.
Which house?
That one with the shades drawn.
He's holed up in his room there.
You know, some solid citizens
are gonna get their brains blown out
if they don't pull their heads in.
- Not that they got any brains to begin with.
- Why don't you tell them?
I'm waiting for the sound truck.
Have you sent any of our men
into the house?
- No. I figure on using tear gas.
- I'll go in.
- Don't be foolish, Frank.
- Why not?
Come on, Joe, let's try the back.
Minx, Flaherty. Lieutenant Kafka's
going in the back way. Follow him.
Eddie. We've got you surrounded.
We'll give you five minutes
to come out with your hands up.
Eddie, you're surrounded.
We'll give you five minutes
to come out with your hands up.
This is Inspector Anderson speaking.
Will the people please
get their heads out of their windows?
I repeat. Get your heads out of the windows.
There may be shooting here.
All right, Eddie, four and a half minutes.
Four and a half minutes, Eddie.
Miller? You coming out, Miller?
This is the police, Miller.
Come out with your hands up.
Take it easy.
All right, Eddie, let's go.
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