Hello?
MAN; You weren 't at work today, were you, Elizabeth?
Waiting for my call?
-Look, you've won.
-I'm leaving. -Don't go.
Come to the window.
All those windows out there, I'm behind one of them.
What do you want?
I've had it. I'm getting out.
Don 't lea ve me, Elizabeth.
Where are you going?
Somewhere you'll never find me.
I'll find you. I don 't give up.
Sweet dreams, Elizabeth.
How many?
Two thousand tenants. Fascinating.
MANAGER: In addition, we can handle up to 5,000 visitors a day.
LEIGH: That's a lot of people to have over for drinks.
You have 80 miles of wiring, piping, cables...
-In this apartment? -No, over the whole building.
That's a relief.
There's a restaurant in the foyer which serves
what we consider the finest seafood.
We also have a gift shop and a wedding chapel.
-Mother will like that. -Oh, Mother wants you married, huh?
Mother wants herself married. It's looking pretty good
now that she's got this aluminum siding salesman from Toronto.
I think they're going to move here. She wants to be close to me.
Maybe we can show her one of our two-bedroom apartments.
Well, I'm afraid not.
I was Iying.
No aluminum siding salesman. No mother.
I've developed this strange sense of humor and it sometimes gets me into trouble.
-Trouble? -You don't have to worry.
I'm actually just a normal person.
I work hard, I take showers, I turn the radio down after 10:00.
I won't tell jokes to the neighbors.
The building is equipped for change.
For instance, if you're in a westerly room and you're exposed to the setting sun,
our computers increase the flow of air-conditioned air.
So your temperature is always perfect.
There's no comparable building anywhere.
How about that one?
Oh, you know, that building doesn't look as tall.
Probably doesn't even have one computer.
Honestly, I love it.
It'II be like living in the top drawer of a glass box.
I'II take it.
Hello, little Cyclops. Welcome to your new home.
Don't forget, you're supposed to take the curse off the lonely nights.
Lonely nights and lonely days
coming your way.
Cut it out, Michaels.
Hello, L.A.
This could be the start of a meaningful relationship.
Mr. Frimkin? Hello, I'm Leigh Michaels.
Fine, thank you. And you?
Yes. I worked at WXN, New York, for five years.
Uh-huh. I was born in Carthage, New York. I'm 29 and I'm single.
I hope that's not going to be a problem, Mr. Frimkin.
Being single, I mean.
Yes, I did. NYU.
Yes, that's right. They have an excellent school of journalism.
Uh-huh. Now, I've heard that Potsdam had a very good school also.
What year was that?
Ought-six?
Well, that would make you in your late 80s, isn't that correct?
Because that means you won't be hitting on me, will you?
You will?
Stranger in town.
Pardon me?
Oh, of course, I have lots of ideas for new programming.
For instance, instead of the same old movie reviews,
how about a Chicano who only reviews Westerns?
We could call it "Rio Taco" or "Bite the Burrito."
-Of course I can start right away... -But what? Get me that copy fast.
I don't know your cameraman, your board, your format.
Two cameras, one kitchen set and a cook.
Whatever happened to on-the-job training?
We're a small station in a big market. This is it.
-Your new home. -Now wait...
I can't, you can't.
-Where am I? -Just forget everything?
I haven't unpacked, I almost greased
three boy scouts and a pimp on the way over here,
I haven't shown anyone my résumé, I could be a janitor.
-What am I looking at? -Your SA, your PL button.
I don't believe this is happening. I have 45 minutes till my next interview.
-Leigh Michaels. -Sophie.
-You got 15 seconds. -No!
You're right, 12 seconds.
We've got a four-second station I.D., fade in to camera one, you're on your own.
Camera one, ready to fade up.
Slice each kidney into four,
and we cut up the bacon into one-inch squares.
STEVE: Zoom in, one.
Quarter the onions and part the pieces.
Now, they take 5 or 10 minutes and if you want...
LEIGH: Zoom in, camera one.
Okay, tighter on the food.
HOST ON TV; Now we serve with the plain rice and a green salad...
Ready, two, for close-ups?
Fifteen seconds to go.
Take two.
Video, check your levels on camera two.
LEIGH: Camera one, swing in for end title card.
Get ready to dissolve.
HOST; Serves four people...
Dissolve.
Five, four, three, two, one.
We're out.
We got a winner here. I can feel all the new sets tuning in.
Tomorrow you do the Flaming Chef and the 3:00 News Update.
Be in my office at 4:00 this afternoon.
Does this mean I get the job? Mr. Frimkin?
Frimsin. A man of few words.
I guess you got a new director.
This is it.
No windows, no pictures,
and an air-conditioner that won't stop.
Yeah, well, maybe it'II keep me from falling asleep.
-You got a place to live yet? -Yeah, Arkham Tower.
Fancy.
The only way I could afford it
is with the nice, fat bonus they gave me at my last job.
If they were so nice to you, how come you left?
-Who was he? -Obvious, huh?
Familiar. I've seen the same look in my mirror.
Who was he?
She.
-Don't worry, you're not my type. -I'm not worried.
-Yes? -WOMAN; Is Miss Michaels there?
Yes, she is. Just a minute.
-It's for you. -Who knows I'm here?
-They're paging you. -One?
-Hello? -Michaels?
Yes, it is.
Hello, is this Leigh Michaels?
Yes. Yes, it is.
I thought so.
That's weird.
Our modern, efficient switchboard probably cut you off.
I tell you, sometimes I don't know about this place.
Hello, ladies.
What we don't have in charm, we make up for in Steve.
I want to thank you for helping out in there.
I was really winging it, and I appreciate it.
-I can be helpful in other ways. -Not really.
I'm afraid so.
How about it, a little after-hour orientation?
No, thank you. Thanks, but, no thanks.
Shouldn't make a big mistake like this on your first day.
No, thank you.
-How about dinner tonight? -No, thanks.
Struck out.
Okay, but...
I won't give up.
Hound dog.
That's just the beginning. He's like a Mountie.
Well, this time he's not going to get his whatever.
I gotta go.
I have 45 minutes to put in an appearance at my next interview,
and I better go by my apartment.
You know, I think this is gonna work out.
It won't be like New York.
Yeah, that's what I mean.
Hello?
Oh, Mr. Burglar, are you here?
I think it only fair to warn you
that I studied with Bruce Lee before he died.
I have a black belt to prove it.
I'II loop it around your neck on the way out.
Let's see, 555-2131,
good solid number.
Yes, Mr. Leone, please.
Hello, Mr. Leone, Leigh Michaels from 4320.
Yes, I just found it. Uh-huh. When did they put it in?
Well, because they didn't shut my door on the way out.
Oh, you were here and you locked it yourself?
Awfully early to be drinking, isn't it...
No, no, no. You remember me, big joker?
Just a minute, Mr. Leone.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
No, no, everything's fine.
You just seem to have ghosts in the building.
There is no new evidence on Elizabeth Solley,
25 years old, single, a night duty nurse at the Baxter Clinic,
who jumped through a window in her 6th Street apartment,
and plunged nine stories to her death in an apparent suicide.
Police confirmed this morning that Miss Solley
had been taking large dozes of sedatives and was frequently absent from...
-Hello? -Hello, Leigh.
-Hello, Steve. -You moved in?
-Yes, I'm getting settled. -You need any help?
-No, I don't need any help. -I'm just asking, that's all.
-Thank you, but no thanks. -Come on, Leigh.
Hey, listen a minute. You know what no means, right?
-No, it's okay. Just no. -Why not?
Steve, no!
Sergeant Preston of the Yukon, all right.
-Hello? -I got a great idea.
-How about dinner tomorrow night? -No, Steve.
At the tone, the time will be
8:42 exactly.
No date, but at least you know what time it is.
Can't take it, huh? Too bad.
Hello?
The least you can do is some hea vy breathing, Stevie.
-Good evening, Miss Michaels. -Hello, Eddie.
That's real class. A doorman who says good evening.
I come home, I open the door, and the cat throws up on the floor.
Big news. KXA in Fort Worth offered me a job.
Assistant to the executive in charge of programming.
You can't leave. I'd fall apart. TV sets all over the city would explode.
-You're right. -Oozing green slime.
Are you going to take that job in Fort Worth?
It's a definite possibility. I have friends there.
-Great. -Nice.
-Very nice. -Thank you.
Where's the... Never mind, I see it.
It's sickening. You have a view from every room.
-A letter from New York? -Listen to this.
"Congratulations. You have won a free six-month vacation to Europe."
Fantastic.
"Once a year, Excursions Unlimited, chooses a recipient
"of their all-expense paid travel incentive vacation,
"designed to promote Excursions Unlimited.
-"To qualify for your six-month vacation..." -Oh, here it comes.
"To qualify for your six-month vacation you must identify your destination
"from the vacation presents
"that will be sent to you over the following months.
"Various presents designed for your use and enjoyment
"at a specific European location will arrive under separate cover.
"If you correctly identify your vacation destination,
"the all-expense paid trip is yours.
"Yours truly, D.G. Hill."
-It's got to be a pitch. -Yeah, but for what?
If you tell them where they're going to send you, they send you there.
-It can't be real. -It looks real.
Just some strange garbage. And speaking of strange garbage, let's eat.
-Well, hi, pretty lady. Buy you a drink? -No, thank you.
Okay. Later.
Much later.
Hello.
I'm Leigh Michaels.
Paul Winkless.
Well, it's very nice to know you, Paul.
Hey, there.
Haven't we met before?
Can I buy you a drink?
We'II flip for it.
You're very Iucky because I used to have this quarter
that had tails on both sides.
-Heads or tails? -Heads.
White wine, please.
Could I see the quarter?
Miss? White wine, please.
Just testing.
What are you testing?
-I have strange fears. -Really? What?
Being raped by dwarfs.
You could have been sitting up there on stilts. I had to check.
I understand.
-You know, you're really a little... -Yeah?
I would say,
...fashion designer. -You would?
Well, you would have another guess.
Okay, I don't know, cheerleader.
-Close. Proctologist. -Wonderful.
Would you like to tell me?
I direct live TV.
Seriously?
That's my problem, all right.
Whenever I get around to finally telling the truth,
-no one believes me. -I believe you.
Uh-huh.
You know, when I was a kid,
I used to go to my mother for problems, you know, boys, grades, stuff.
And she'd say,
"Now, Leigh, there you go being whacky again."
Whacky?
(LAUGHING)
I was the only kid I know with whacky appendicitis.
What?
Well, I've known you about two hours,
and I'm already telling you about my appendectomy and my mother.
Yeah, well, that's my job.
Getting to the truth, the absolute truth.
You're working for my mother?
No, actually I work for the Philosophy Department, USC.
-A philosopher? -That's right.
-An endangered species. -Yeah.
So how do you do it?
How do you get to the absolute truth, Professor?
I try to be as direct as possible, as in,
will you come home with me? Tonight?
Not tonight.
Well, that answers the question.
A question.
I'm not sure about "the" question.
That's my car.
I had a real good time tonight. I really did.
Good.
Hey.
No jokes?
A good comedian knows when to stop.
You're sure about tonight?
I need sleep. Real sleep.
-Can I see you again? -You're a brave man,
and I'm real glad you asked.
-Good night. -Good night.
Not bad, L.A. Not bad.
Hey!
Hey, don't forget my number.
Hey, Paul?
Paul?
Dummy.
You meet a man and suddenly it's all toes.
It's a hell of a life, isn't it?
What have we here, my dear?
A new refrigerator.
Hello?
Present number one.
Siberia? Uganda?
Hello?
Miss Michaels, we're checking to see ifyour air conditioning is still working.
My air conditioning? But I...
Sorry to bother you, Miss Michaels.
That's okay, Charlie, I was getting too clean anyway.
This was left downstairs for you.
-Who brought it? -I don't know. They left it by my desk.
-Okay, Charlie, I'II catch you later, okay? -Thank you.
-Hello? -MAN; Present number two.
I hope it fits.
Wasn't so great, was it?
No, no, it was... It was delicious.
Thanks.
-You want some more wine? -No, thank you.
Hey, what is it? Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm just tired.
I'm tired because I'm working,
and I'm working because I'm tired. I'm just working all the time, I'm sorry.
No. You've been quiet all night.
Okay, Professor,
see what you think about this.
And I've been getting some weird phone calls, too.
Nothing exciting, just weird.
When I was in New York, this guy called me
and wanted me to take photographs of my underwear
and send... Send them to him. Not me, just my underwear.
Look, do you mind if I hang on to this for a couple of days?
Be my guest. I'd like to know about it, you know.
Yeah, so would I.
Right. Well, I better go. It's late, and...
-Look... -No, it's all right.
I just...
I'm really attracted to you,
and I don't want you to think that I'm not.
It just takes me a little while, that's all.
I'm not complaining.
I guess I was.
It's just my usual paralysis when I start to like someone.
Who was he?
Well, that's a long story. Everything about me is a long story.
Well, I've got plenty of time.
Thank you.
-Good night. -Good night.
You are one of the world's true bozos.
-Hello? -Sweet dreams, Leigh.
-Hi, how are you? -Hi.
I have some bad news, there's no such company.
-Doesn't surprise me. -I checked with the city.
They'd need a license to operate in Los Angeles, right?
No license, no record of Excursions Unlimited.
Listen, if... If it continues, I think you should call the police.
What do I say?
Somebody's sending me presents
and wants to take me on a six-month vacation? Make them stop?
Look, I have a class. It begins in about 20 minutes. I'II call you. I...
I want to talk to you about this.
Hey, Paul, thank you.
Yeah.
We...
We roll in 20 minutes. We'd better check these things out.
Yeah. I'II be right there, Sophie.
This is impossible. It's the Roman revenge.
You curl this stuff up against your spoon and then watch it wriggle off.
Smoking your dinner?
Yeah, I'm afraid I'm not very hungry tonight.
Or yesterday, or the day before.
Yeah, I guess I better watch it or I'II turn into the Thin Man,
dry up and blow away.
Look, I know something's wrong.
It's none of my business, but if you want to talk about it, I'm here.
Thank you. That's real kind.
It's never really made you uncomfortable, has it?
-What? -My preference.
It's nice to have a woman friend who isn't threatened.
Well, I'm with men all the time, and they don't threaten me.
So why should you?
-Excuse me. -Are you getting any sleep?
Not much.
It's the phone calls, isn't it?
Yeah, letters, presents.
Maybe the creep will take one of his own trips soon.
Is there anything I can do?
What can you do that I can't?
I guess I'm just gonna have to ride it out.
Look, I've got to meet someone, but I can cancel it if you feel like talking.
-You go. It's okay. -You sure?
Yeah. I should go home, try to get some sleep.
Okay.
-I'II take care of the check. -Thanks.
-Late date? -Not exactly.
I've got to decide if there's anything left to salvage here,
or if I should really go to Forth Worth.
I'II be home later. You call me if you need me.
-Yeah. -Okay, bye-bye.
Can I have the check, please?
What's that?
Pouilly-Fumé Ladoucette. '71.
I didn't order anything.
Compliments of the gentleman at the bar.
-What did he look like? -Just a man.
-Hello? -I'm sorry you didn't like the wine.
Who are you?
Have you started to enjoy the view?
Police Department. Tramer speaking.
Yes, my name is Leigh Michaels. I live at 4320 Arkham Tower.
I just received the latest in a series of crank phone calls.
He knows my name, where I live, where I'm working.
-Did he threaten you? -No, not exactly, but...
I sympathize with you, miss, but I can 't send anyone out to check on a phone call.
In case he does anything, give us another call.
In case he does anything?
I'm sorry, miss.
Well, if he kills me, you'II be the first to know!
No!
Yes. Yes, I changed my number, and I'm still getting the calls.
Twice a day, two, day and night.
Well, if I keep a written log, how long will it take to get the authorization?
One week? But...
Yes, yes, I understand, but in the meantime...
AII right.
Never mind.
Every time the phone rings I think I'm going crazy.
Every time I go outside
I wonder if he's watching me.
It's all right. It's all right.
I'm gonna go to the police.
I already did that.
This time it's my turn.
This is not gonna go on.
It's all right. It's all right.
LElGH ON TAPE RECORDER; Don't call them now.
-Please stay with me tonight. -Of course.
What time is it?
Hi.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. It's 6:30.
Why so early?
I have a class at 7.:30. Aesthetics. You believe that?
I was hoping we could get in with some little extracurricular activities.
-Tonight, all right? -You're on.
Oh...
I'm gonna call Gary Hunt at the LAPD today.
I think we should speak with him.
-Can you see him tomorrow? -Sooner the better.
What are you smiling at?
-You better go. -I'II be at my office if you need me.
Okay.
Bye.
Up and at 'em.
AII right, jerk.
I'm ready for you now.
Hello.
Leigh, I like you better without the robe.
Take it off.
There are hundreds of windows up there. He could be behind any one of them.
He's seeing everything.
That's why we insulate our lives. Locks, change our phone numbers,
guard our space with television cameras and guns.
He's trying to hurt you without touching you.
He's working from as far away as he can get,
and still get to you.
-I think you should move. -No!
He's not gonna chase me out. I don't care how hard it is.
How dare he invade my life.
We don't know which window. It's impossible to tell from here.
-Wine? -Thanks.
I feel better already.
To be able to see in here, he's gotta be between 30 and the top.
Great. That narrows it down.
I know why he does this. It's kind of fun.
Pervert.
There's a woman on 33, cheating on her husband.
That guy can't be her husband. He looks like AI Pacino.
How can they live this high? They must get nosebleeds.
Where is everyone? Cooking dinner?
Rich executive in the penthouse is a connoisseur of classical music.
And moving downward,
man on 47 loves horticulture.
And love is in bloom on 38.
You know, if we watched the lobby long enough,
we could see this guy coming in.
If we knew who to look for.
I don't care who he is. I don't wanna know.
-Aren't you curious? -I'm scared.
You're probably right. Who wants to know their own rapist?
-Cut it out, Sophie. -Well, that's what he's doing.
Rape is when a man consciously keeps a woman in fear.
We have an appointment with Hunt in an hour.
Will you stop?
Afternoon, Miss Michaels. A letter for you.
Who gave this to you?
It was on the desk when I came on duty this afternoon.
"From D.G. Hill, President of Excursions Unlimited.
"We regret to inform you that you have not qualified
"for our travel incentive vacation."
What a shame.
"Your participation has reached final point
"and our only course of action
"is removal."
He doesn't like the drapes.
"Removal."
I'm sorry. It's just not enough.
He's scaring the hell out of me.
AII right, what do we call the crime? Peeping Tom? Attempted rape?
How about "First degree scaring hell out of?"
You wanna know what I can do? I can try to get you a tap,
but the phone company will not install a tracer
until they've completed a whole logging process.
And that's it? What else?
When he calls again, blow a whistle into the phone.
Get your phone number changed, get an unlisted number.
I've done that.
You can't do anything but give advice?
No. No, I can't.
Not until he does something.
Like what? Rape? Murder?
I don't blame you for the way you feel.
But you don't know who he is,
you don't bring me anything in that he's done
that wouldn't be thrown out of court.
No threats, no assault and battery, no motive.
I can't arrest a man for sending presents in the mail
and dialing wrong numbers.
I'm sorry.
-That's terrible. -Come on.
I can't believe it. My life is falling apart, so why am I laughing?
-You're drunk. -I am not. You are.
-I am. -I think I am.
-Oh, yeah? -Leigh, I'm sorry about the Hunt thing.
I thought that he would...
I don't know. I don't know what I thought.
I'm going to the DA tomorrow.
That's funny?
Well, I'm going to Fort Worth.
-You're taking that job? -Yes.
-L.A. has lost much of its charm lately. -No, you're not.
I'm gonna talk you out of it just as soon as I sober up a little.
-Maybe tomorrow or the next day. -You know,
I think you should do your sobering up
somewhere besides your own apartment tonight.
Why? He's not chasing me out of there.
Besides, I don't even think he's interested anymore.
-You know, he doesn't have a view, right? -That's true.
-Let's leave them off, shall we? -Whatever you say.
Isn't this a little soon to be coming back?
This is where I live, and he's not gonna drive me out of here.
Just... Leigh, let it ring.
It's 11;45. Out late tonight.
I hope you like the drapes, because they're staying where they are.
I want to see you.
Yeah, well, that's tough.
Look through the telescope.
Who are you?
I'm not far away.
Come, look for me.
Leigh, look at this!
There's a guy outside with a telescope.
Which he's now pointing toward this building.
That's him. That's the man from the garage.
Yeah, Inspector Hunt, please.
That place of all places.
They're there. Here we go.
I wanna see.
-Oh, she deserves to watch this. -Sure.
Gotcha!
When did you take these?
Couple of months ago.
You know, you're very photogenic, but this kind of stuffis illegal.
When did you take that one?
-Never saw that one before. -But you mailed them to the lady.
I had nothing to do with that one.
I wanna stop looking, but I can't.
He's lives on a good-sized pension but he works part-time as an electrician.
So he knew how to rig your lights to dim.
He just spliced into the circuit with a rheostat.
He had a key to your building.
He said the laundry room had better machines.
-No. -What were you doing with the telescope?
Stargazing.
Then why did you have it pointed toward Arkham Tower?
I was in the middle of setting it up.
Now, look, I'm getting jacked around. I don 't like this.
Just open your ears and listen to me. I did not do a damn thing!
I wouldn 't say that.
We got nothing on him but a few dirty pictures.
But at least we got him.
Hey, what if he does the same thing in Des Moines?
I mean, what else is there to do in Des Moines?
He's gonna be tailed for 24 hours a day for the next six months.
I don't think he stands a chance.
Yeah.
But maybe I do.
I guess we can open these now.
This is why I got this place.
Isn't that beautiful? I love L.A.
You know something? If I were you I'd leave those closed,
especially when I'm around.
Aye, aye, Professor.
Mr. Edison, Mr. Telephone, Mr. Leone.
You guys can all wait. And who are you?
So the guy sent you one last farewell letter.
Got any more phone calls?
Leigh, there's something I want you to understand.
Sometimes we do things that are a little irregular.
And we certainly won't get any medals for them,
but as long as they get the job done we feel they're all right.
What I want you to understand is, we pressured this guy out of town.
He lost his job, he lost his pension,
and I personally put him on the plane to Des Moines.
I will be getting reports every week from Des Moines.
He still lives there.
Now come on, Leigh. You just gotta let this thing go.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
I gotta catch a plane at 8:30. I came to give you these keys.
He's still there.
-What are you talking about? -He wasn't the one.
I don't see anything. The place is dark.
Where's Hunt?
He won't be back till 1 1 :30.
Paul's in San Francisco.
If I call the police again, they're gonna think I'm crazy.
-You watch the lobby. -Wait a minute.
I need an edge.
Something like this.
No.
-I kind of hope I run into him. -No, Leigh, you can't do this!
Yes, I can.
I'm at the lobby. Can you see me?
I see you. The penthouse is still dark.
I'm going up. See you at the top.
I made it. Absolutely no one saw me. Couldn't have worked better.
It's still clear.
I think I'II try some romantic lighting.
What are you doing?
Don't worry. I'm just getting in the mood.
Let me check the lobby.
It's still clear.
I'm in. Sophie, the door was open.
-Creep's got some fancy place here. -Hurry up.
-Are you okay? -So far.
Sophie, I found it.
It's a huge big telescope, and some sort of weird tape recorder
that looks like it's hooked into the telephone.
That's it. Now hurry up and get out of there!
This is unbelievable.
He's got a notebook that's logged every time he's called me in here.
Every entry.
We got him.
I'm gonna try focusing this thing.
Leigh.
Open the drape.
I hear something.
Leigh.
Listen to me, the front door!
Leigh! He's in here now!
-No, no, no! -Sophie?
-No! -Sophie! What's...
-Leigh! -What's... What's happening?
Sophie!
Sophie! Sophie!
Sophie!
Belongs to J.D. Nichols. Bachelor, advertising executive.
Now, he's been away on assignment for the past two months.
Kind of fancy, isn't it?
Okay, let's wrap it up.
I ran a check on Sophie.
She booked a flight to Fort Worth at 8:30. Columbia Airlines 447.
The ticket was used. She made the flight.
No! He killed her. I saw it through that window.
She didn't leave any forwarding address,
but her landlord said she was going to spend some time
with friends for a couple of weeks.
So I called KXA in Fort Worth. They said they'd look into it.
They promised she would call me as soon as she started work.
She's dead!
What does it take to get that through to you?
He set up that other guy and he killed Sophie.
Come on, Leigh. Let's go home.
I saw it.
I was here.
It happened less than an hour ago.
Nothing happened here tonight.
Nothing except the police breaking and entering in the middle of the night.
He's better than you thought.
He's still doing it and he's getting away with it.
He's controlling all of us now.
He's got his distance.
He's got you believing he doesn't exist.
Oh, he exists, all right.
In Des Moines, lowa.
You left the shower on, Leigh.
You okay?
Hey! Hey, you stopped it yourself.
You hit the stop button.
Leigh, Sophie is dead.
Remember how it sounded?
Listen to me, the front door!
Leigh! He's in here now! No, no!
Leigh!
I mean, how could you tell?
It was her voice. I know her voice.
Do you still believe me?
Yes.
You're the only one who does.
Well, he had to be close,
within a block, maybe in his car.
So he put somebody else on the plane in place of Sophie.
And eventually she won't show up in Fort Worth,
and eventually they'II do something, but that may be weeks.
In the meantime what else is he gonna try?
You know, this guy, he's amazing.
Seems to control two high-rise apartment buildings,
the elevator systems, the electrical... I mean, who could do that?
Who could do that?
I mean, who could control all of that, and yet remain
totally invisible?
I'm not so sure you want the maintenance and safety department.
The fire department might be a better bet.
No, no, we've already spoken to the fire department.
See, I'm doing a piece on buildings in L.A.,
and we'd just like some general information, if you could.
-AII right, go ahead. I'II see if I can help. -Good. Who...
Who's in charge of inspections of apartment buildings?
Our monitors make routine inspections on all structures.
Monitors.
A monitor is a bonded employee of this department.
He would have master keys to every building in the city.
Every building.
Yes, he's got sensor devices, light, heat, cold,
whatever the lock is programmed for.
He's also got skeleton keys, he's got bolt picks, bolt repressors, all that stuff.
Could he control elevators, say?
Oh, sure, sure. He can get in anywhere.
But now, look, we do notify people before an inspection,
and the sensor devices are only used in case of an emergency.
Yes, of course.
How many monitors do you have working for you?
Only one.
A very solid, responsible man who's been with us for about 10 years.
Herbert Stiles.
If you want to speak with him, I can put you in touch in a few weeks.
Right now he's on vacation out of town.
No, I wonder if we could take a look at some of your records?
-Here. -What?
January 16th, Stiles checked out the electrical system in Arkham Tower.
Look at this.
He inspected the air conditioning ducts last year,
computer relays the preceding year.
I've got four other buildings that he's inspected in the last 12 months.
I wonder...
Yeah, how close do his tours of inspection coincide with crank phone calls,
"Excursions Unlimited" letters?
Suicide.
Yeah, I know, I could be all wrong. Look, I'm going to the police station.
I'm gonna check their records against these dates and his vacations.
I'd be curious to know if they match.
Terrorizing women may be his idea of a perfect vacation.
I have to check in at the studio. I haven't seen Frimsin since yesterday.
I've almost forgotten what I do for a living.
-I'II pick you up there in two hours. -Right.
I won't be long. Please wait a few minutes.
Yes, ma'am.
-I got him. -PAUL; Where are you?
Stiles' house. I broke in a few minutes ago.
-Get out of there. -It's okay.
I took a taxi so he wouldn't recognize the car,
and the driver's outside.
-Did he... -No, he didn't see me break in.
Listen, it's all here.
The telescope, tape recorder, the printing press, everything.
I also found some brochures on surveillance equipment.
This morning I saw something in my apartment on the floor.
It was a mike. He's been bugging me.
He called the first day at the studio to make sure that I wasn't gonna be there,
so he could put the bug in.
He knew when we went to the police,
he knew when Sophie was alone.
I want you to leave, now,
and meet me at Hunt's office.
I've matched up three women, all in their 20s,
all single, living alone, who committed suicide
during the periods he was supposedly on vacation.
All of them lived in buildings he inspected.
Now, we 'll get him, but together.
Okay. I'II meet you there in an hour.
Just have something to do first.
Forget your keys?
Yes. You scared me half to death.
Okay, now look, I gotta get going.
I got another call, okay?
You know, if you want me to take you someplace...
Arkham Tower.
You're hiding, aren't you?
You're afraid of me.
You're afraid to get too close.
Come on.
Face me.
I'm still scared.
You've got a good chance.
Just like that?
I don't even get to see who you are?
Help! Murder!
You got too close.
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