Paul Douglas was onto one hellacious story.
Stop or I'll shoot!
Hey, what are you doing there?
Norm! Hey, Norm!
It's Hell Week at the college, sir.
Blood. There's blood on this seat.
I should have found out what Paul was working on.
I could have told him it was too dangerous.
A friend of mine just passed out in here. Please help me.
Rape!
Get away from me! My God, he's a raper!
Now, cool it. Just easy.
(PHONE RINGING)
ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.
At the tone, leave your name and message.
I'll get back to you.
(BEEPS)
MAN: That Number 4 you just picked up from Angela's Pizza,
some scouring powder fell in there. Don't eat it.
Hey, I hope you try your phone machine before dinner.
You had him. Why'd you let him get away?
Come on. Damn it! Come on. Let's go.
Jim!
There's his car, Bert.
Okay, he's around here somewhere.
Cal, check the beanery.
Don't forget to look in the men's room.
Norm, check around the back of this rig.
Norm! Hey, Norm!
(GRUNTING)
Hey, what's going on?
Help! Help me!
It's Hell Week at the college, sir. He's one of our pledges.
They hit him.
Hey, you guys, don't hurt him. It's just a little hazing, you know?
Come on!
Thanks a lot.
Let's get out of here.
Hey, Jake. Who were those yo-yos?
Kids. I see this little red MG pull in.
Next thing I know, these three other guys
are beating the tar out of this kid from the sports car.
Picked him up, put him in their convertible. Gone.
Something about a fraternity initiation.
Didn't look like no initiation thing to me. Looked like a kidnapping.
WOMAN: Jake, get in here, will you?
The dishwasher's stuck on the dry cycle and Manny says he's quitting.
They want a Hell Week, they ought to come down here and run this place.
I'll show 'em hell! Boy, will I ever. I'll see you, Jim.
Yeah, Jake, see you.
Paul?
WOMAN ON ANSWERING MACHINE: Hello, this is Valerie Douglas.
When you hear the tone, if you'll leave your name and number,
I'll return your call as soon as I get in. Thank you.
Val, Jim Rockford.
Please call me as soon as you can.
Thank you.
(PHONE BUZZING)
Good evening, Chi Rho Zeta. Pledge Mike Miller. May I help you?
You betcha. This is Jim Douglas.
Just hit town, staying at the Kingston House.
I'd like to get together with my nephew Paul Douglas. Is he around?
Just a minute. I'll get him.
It's his uncle, sir. He wants to speak to him on the phone, sir.
What do we do?
How many phones on this line?
Two.
All right, the kid will talk on the phone in the parlor.
You go take over the switchboard. Right.
Hey!
You know I mean business, don't you, kid?
Yeah. You mess up and you go feet first into a cement truck.
You stay frosty, maybe we find a way to keep you alive. Right?
Look, Mr. Kilmore, I don't...
I know. Nobody understands anything anymore.
All I know is I'm not ending up with my head on a post
in Persia or anyplace else.
Get rid of whoever it is.
This is Paul Douglas. Hi, Paul. Jim.
Hi, Jim. How are you? Okay.
I thought I would drop around and see you. It's been quite a while.
Gee, Jim, that would be great, except I'm going through Hell Week
and they won't let me see anybody.
Is everything okay?
Thanks for the call. Maybe in a week.
Okay, in a week, then.
Look, I gotta go.
The pledges have...
They've gotta scrub down the whole kitchen floor with their toothbrushes, so...
I'll see you.
Right. Okay.
Oh, hi, Dad.
This sure is nice of you, sonny. Huh?
To help me with my taxes.
I didn't say I'd help you with your taxes.
I said I'd loan you my adding machine. There's a big difference.
I wonder why he didn't say something about leaving his car here.
There was one little thing I thought you might look at in here.
They got this W2 form
which inserts into schedule B on gross earnings and...
Well, we'll get to that after breakfast.
Blood. There's blood on the seat. Huh?
Dad, help yourself to anything you want. I'll be back later.
The calculator's on the desk.
But I was hoping... Where are you going, anyway?
Chi Rho Zeta. Good morning. I'm pledge Miller.
Can I help you, sir?
I'm Butch Finta, Chi Rho traveling secretary.
Here to see the grand prelate, okay?
Sir, yes, sir. Come in, sir.
Wait here, I'll get him, sir.
Forgetting something?
Don't we say something before we leave?
Sir, excuse me, sir, but that's when you leave the house, sir,
not when you leave the room.
I suppose when the traveling secretary from the National says we forgot something,
we ought to humor him, don't you think, Pledge Miller?
Sir, yes, sir.
Phi alpha, sir. Phi alpha.
Grand Prelate? That's right.
Pledge Miller says you're Mr. Finta, traveling secretary from National.
Right. Call me Butch.
This is Morrie Davidson. He's proprelate.
And this is Dave Sharma, the chapter treasurer.
Okay, fellas, I won't kick the dog.
I'm just gonna give you the bad news up front, okay?
Yes, sir.
National is very concerned with this chapter's academic performance.
Who's the house mageester? Is he here?
Well, we don't have a mageester this semester, sir.
It used to be Dave Hill, but he... No mageester?
You guys have a house grade average below 2.0.
That's C minus. And you don't have a mageester?
Well, sir, we have study hall proctors.
It's just that this year, nobody wanted to run for mageester.
Then I think we should appoint somebody, don't you, Tom?
Look, fellas, nobody wants to be mageester.
It's a crummy job. But a good geester can keep house grades up,
supply tutoring, make sure the pledges do well, okay?
We'll appoint one, sir.
I got to tell you...
I'm concerned about this chapter.
So is Mack Adams in National HQ.
He sent me out here to look into things.
I don't want to do it, but I have the power
to yank the charter on this house, okay?
Sir, we pledged some outstanding academics this year.
I know, I know. I read the pledge reports.
We need more than jocks and facemen in this house.
If we gotta take in a couple of hamburgers to raise the house grade averages,
then we bite the cookie.
We did. Alan MacMillan and Paul Douglas...
MacMillan and Douglas, right. Both with over 3.5's. That's great.
But we need more. I want to talk to them.
How come, sir?
Look, fellas, let me speak fraternally here for a moment.
We all know that facemen and jocks hang out together, right?
Well, so do the hamburger patties.
You take one guy with a beaded belt and he knows two other guys with beaded belts.
Before you know it, you got more hamburgers than a fireman's picnic, okay?
Hey, now look, Butch,
we've always felt that the Chi Rho pledge was the most favored of living things.
We fill this place up with hamburgers, nobody good wants to pledge the house.
What house, Tom?
Do I make myself clear?
Okay, Butch.
Let's roll the two hamburgers in here. Let me talk to them.
Well, sir, nobody's seen Paul Douglas this morning.
But we'll get Alan MacMillan. He's upstairs doing pledge duties.
I'm getting angry, Tom.
You running a house where a pledge going through initiation
can just float around wherever he wants?
Where's the pledge sheet, the roster check?
Aren't all the pledges on the tables at lunch?
Sir, I'm sorry, Paul Douglas just isn't around. He's sort of independent.
Let me kick the old dog here for a moment, Tom.
You turn up Paul Douglas by lunch, or you're out of the National.
Mack is serious, I'm serious, okay?
I'll be back in one hour. I want him here. Phi alpha.
Phi alpha, sir.
Hotel Bravo One to HQ.
Hey, Bill, you get that plate run for me yet? Over.
BILL: Hotel Bravo, this is HQ:
You know how the PD is. We come last. I'm on it. Over.
I want it, okay? Over.
I'm trying, Max. Over.
And get a hold of Melinda. Tell her to check with me. Out.
Excuse me. Where would I find Miss Callahan?
Around to the right. To the right?
I'm sorry, but we don't have any 1600 linotypes over at layout.
So tell Murphy over there to send it on the Selectric and we'll photocopy.
Look busy. It's the yearbook rush.
Of course, everybody leaves the photo plates for last and they take the longest.
I'm Jim Taggart, KCWB AM and FM, the big voice in the big valley
and all the other hype jazz. Media?
I was sent down here to talk to Paul Douglas.
The registrar's office gave me your name. Apparently you're his advisor?
He wrote us a job application.
We're always looking for campus stringers.
He seems very qualified. Hey, that's great, wonderful.
Do you know where he is?
Well, you have to understand that there are 300 journalism majors
and Paul is one of 50 that I have to advise.
He could be at yearbook central.
We're going to press in 40 hours.
That is, if Murphy doesn't screw up the last set of layouts.
Hi, Amy, is Paul there?
He hasn't? Oh, yeah, that's right.
He's not there, but he's going through Hell Week
and those animals at Chi Rho have all sorts of timetables and things.
Try the house. It's on University Avenue. Anybody can direct you.
Right. I'll do that. You're very efficient. Okay.
And knowledgeable. You ever work on the outside?
Oh, brother, did I. You can have it.
I've got it, Miss Callahan.
You could do me a favor.
If you see Paul Douglas, have him call Jim at this number, will you?
You seem to know him pretty well.
You kidding? He's impossible to get to know.
But maybe that's my fault.
Well, like I said, he's only one of many.
Why don't you leave this at yearbook center.
Right. Thank you.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
Thank heavens, Barry. Have you got the plates?
(BELL RINGING)
Hey, mister, stop, will you please?
A friend of mine just passed out in here. Please help me.
Well, where is she?
Oh, no. Now, look...
Rape! Oh, my God, he tried to rape me.
He's a raper. God help me! He's trying to rape me. Help me!
Get away from me! My God, he's a raper!
All right. Watch it. Cool it. Just easy, huh?
I don't have a fever. I was beaten up.
Max Kilmore, Mr. Rockford. I'm one of the people brought you over here
after they put your lights out.
Appreciate it.
I have your wallet.
And you obviously went through it.
That I don't appreciate quite as much.
It's my job. I'm head of campus security.
If you don't mind my saying so, I think you're missing the boat in one area.
Keeping the campus secure from deranged young women.
She's not deranged. She's a student here. Really?
What's her major? Motel Sciences?
Pre-Law.
About the trouble over at the journalism school,
I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt.
I don't think it went down the way the kids are saying it did.
Good. Let me tell you a story about last quarter.
Once a night a guy would buzz Branner women's dorm in his London Fog,
you know, just zim-zam, scare the culottes off some coed.
When we caught him, turned out he was an orthopedic surgeon from Beverly Hills
with a $300,000-a-year practice.
We tried, but we couldn't keep it out of the papers.
He lost his license, his practice, his family.
He's what they call a broken man, I think.
You got an accusation to level, Ace, you level it. I'll go get on the phone
and contact my lawyer and we'll get this thing off the ground right away.
You're in luck this time.
The girl's too embarrassed and shaken.
She's refusing to press charges.
Doesn't want to upset her mother.
What do you want with me?
Just to tell you stories.
Here's another. Wednesday night,
a sophomore named Judy Gillette was raped
outside the undergraduate library.
She's waiting for her parents to come down and take her home to Oregon for good.
I'd like you to meet her.
Judy.
Look up now, Judy. Is this the man?
I don't know, Mr. Kilmore.
I don't think so.
Don't think so?
All right, Judy, thank you. You can go now.
All right, all right. I get the message.
Do you?
Is this the life lesson I hope it is?
Is this close call going to be the thing to turn you around, I hope?
Keep up with the insinuations and you're gonna get a whole new look
at the California civil codes.
It's always best, if you really must visit our campus,
and we try to discourage casual traffic but if you really must,
it's always better not to use an assumed identity.
I've talked to Miss Callahan at the journalism school.
I'm just looking for a student here, Paul Douglas.
Oh. Here's how you do that.
You just drive up to the University Avenue gate,
ask the guard to call in for him. He'll come out to meet you.
Okay?
It could take some time for the doctor to show up.
Why don't you get your aspirin at home?
Anybody there?
Oh.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
I believe I told you gentlemen a few weeks ago that University Avenue here
was closed to auto traffic.
Is this University Avenue? That's right. The whole thing.
There are the signs. See? Right up there.
We are sorry.
Hey, no problem.
Just don't want you to get this baby dinged up
and then have your insurance company roll over
because you were illegally parked. I've been there myself,
I know what a hassle a company can give you when they bail out.
May I ask what you gentlemen are doing here on campus?
We are football fans.
Aha. Stanford is our opener.
But that's not till next September.
We are wishing to buy our season tickets.
Then you want the stadium box office.
Hang a left up there at Linus Pauling Avenue.
Drive straight out past the quad.
You can't miss, uh, Palmer Stadium.
Hotel Bravo One to headquarters.
Roger, Hotel Bravo One, this is HQ. Over.
Hannan? What are you doing on duty? Over.
That's a roger.
I'm cutting my chem labs so I can work overtime all week.
You alone? Roger. Why? Over.
They're back, Hannan, they're back! Over. Really?
What do you mean, really? We're talking about our heads on the end of poles
and I'm gonna call up on the radio and jack around? Over!
Well, look, I mean, we can't worry about it.
I mean, they can't extradite. Over.
Extradite? People like this don't extradite!
They'll fly a private jet in here some night and bap! Off you go.
A guy makes an illegal lane change over there and they cut off his feet.
Can you imagine what they'd do to us?
You there?
Yeah. You didn't say "over."
They're back, Hannan. They're back! Over.
Look Max, Cal and I are gonna take the damn gaff in this Douglas mess.
What else you want me to do? Over.
I just want you to know we gotta...
contain this thing. Out.
I'm glad you're back.
I added up all my paid bills for 1977
but then I can't find the clear button on the calculator
so I had to figure my taxes by hand.
Did Val Douglas return my call?
Nope.
See, I drove my truck for 12,000 miles last year.
Not allowing the six-cents-a-mile deduction for amortization
and damage and stuff like that,
I come up with a figure of $72,000 car expense.
Now, obviously it's too much.
Here are the keys.
Dad, if Val does call, ask her to stick by the phone till I contact her, will you?
Okay, but if you can't stick around long enough
just to go through the taxable earnings section with me,
then at least free up this calculator, will you?
All right, Dad. It's a cheap one from Taiwan. $8.98.
If you want to clear it, you just push that button right there.
Ah, thanks. That'll make things easier.
What was that figure you just erased?
Was it... Was it 4319.5?
Dad, I don't know. I didn't look at it.
(DOOR OPENING)
Honey?
Miss Callahan?
I didn't want to scare you.
What are you doing here?
This your apartment?
And where do you come off breaking in and then asking questions
like somebody out of Felony Squad?
Is this Paul's apartment?
You lied to me at school. I heard later who you really are.
You're a private detective. You lied!
Hold it. The lies were flying thick and fast this morning.
From all quarters.
Okay, I know Paul better than I said I did,
but I am his adviser. I told you that.
What do you advise him on?
I'm a friend of Paul's.
Friend of his family, really.
And this is a nice place.
I mean it. Warm. Inviting.
Whoever lives here cares for this place very much.
(SIGHS)
Where the hell is he?
I don't know, Leslie.
He sometimes does this. But it drives me round the bend.
He says he needs think time.
I guess he does. I just wish he'd think about me a little, you know?
I guess you think it's weird, huh?
College professor and a 21-year-old student?
Who pays for this place? You?
Yeah.
I live over in the faculty apartments. He's got a dorm room.
If the administration caught wind of this, it'd be goodbye tenure,
goodbye full professorship, goodbye the chance to buy
a university-financed house in College Park.
This university sounds like mother.
It's a good deal.
The academic life is a very pleasant life.
What about when Paul graduates?
Then he'll be able to live boldly with you in your university-financed house
over in College Park?
After Paul graduates he'll be away from Rosemont like a shot.
He's got the talent, the drive, the instincts to be a first-rate journalist.
If he isn't heading up Newsday's Paris bureau one week after commencement,
I'll pay you $100. In cash.
What about you? You stay here in Rosemont?
Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.
It's an old story. I'm sure you've heard it before.
Paul told me he's pretty active on the school paper.
Only freshman ever to be assistant editor of the Daily Hawk.
See what I mean? He's a doer.
What's he working on now? Anything special?
That's choice. I just correct his exams, read his term papers.
The real stuff, he never discussed with me.
You think something's happened to him, don't you, Mr. Rockford?
(SIGHS)
His car's been parked at my place for two days.
There was blood on the seat.
Is this yours?
No, it's Paul's. He was going to get it fixed.
It's awfully light.
MAN ON TAPE: Excuse me,
I think you have my hat.
I am looking you direct.
Language tapes? You recognize the voice, Leslie?
No.
I would like
an inexpensive...
Gaps.
Not White House tapes, I hope.
Oh, hey, hey. Splices. Somebody's cut the words out.
At the risk of being obvious, these things must be important
or Paul wouldn't have hidden them.
What is going on here? Why do some dumb Berlitz tapes scare me?
They scare me, too, so don't be so exclusive about it.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello.
ROCKFORD: Oh, Val, this is Jim.
Oh, Jim? I just spoke to Rocky.
What's this about Paul's car and blood?
I think it's time to go to the police, Val.
I've got a friend on the force.
I'll meet you at the Hollywood Division in half an hour.
Okay.
Funny. You think Paul's missing and you try to find him.
I think he's missing and I make steak bordelaise, like that would bring him back.
Maybe if we can get him into range, it will.
Tell me something, Leslie.
Did you ever actually work in the news business?
Or did you always teach?
Right out of college I landed a job at KPBTV in Sacramento.
I was doing pretty well. Even got to do some anchor work on off nights.
Well, the station manager dug me, so...
And so of course you attribute any success you had to that?
Well, after a year, a new girl came to work at the station.
Not only did he sever our relationship, he fired me.
Oh.
You know the head of campus security?
Max Kilmore?
Not really. He's an ex LA cop.
Then he worked security for a Vegas casino.
He got the heave-ho, I heard.
He came down to the infirmary and really heated up the poker.
Oh, there's another thing. He...
I was deliberately set up with that combination hooker cum opera singer.
What's up? Something wrong?
No, I guess not.
Date, February 17.
Person filing the report?
Good old Dennis.
Type of report?
Missing persons, Dennis, just like I told you.
You ladies might not believe this but this is not the first missing person report
I've filed for Jim. Really?
Oh, no. Perish the thought.
In fact, this is not even the first missing report I've filed for Jim
where I've had to come back early from lunch
even though there was a full compliment of qualified officers in the room.
Oh.
Full name of party in question?
Paul Lowe Douglas.
Douglas, Paul, Lowe.
Jimbo, can I see you for a minute?
Yeah.
Excuse me, ladies.
All right, what's the problem, Dennis?
I'm real sorry I cut in on the burrito hour, okay?
Jimbo, is that the boy's mother in there?
Yeah, why?
Paul Lowe Douglas washed up on the beach in Santa Monica this morning.
That was the coroner's sheet I just checked.
Oh...
Jimbo, I'm sorry. I really am.
You doing okay?
You know, it makes it worse that he died so early.
He was such a boy,
such a naive, sweet boy.
He was never much of one to experience things. He was a spectator.
That's not necessarily true
I'm afraid it is. I used to urge him to get more involved.
To meet girls, to do things.
I'd just feel better if I knew that he'd died after knowing love.
Mrs. Douglas, Paul wasn't anywhere near being just a boy.
And he knew love. We lived together.
What are you talking about?
You're almost twice his age.
I'm sorry. I thought it would make you feel better.
It makes me feel better.
Please, excuse me.
Okay, what's the story? Who are you?
We are bereaved. Oh, yeah?
Those bulges in your coats are wet hankies?
What is your interest in this, Mr. Rockford?
Paul Douglas was a friend of mine.
Please to be stopping this.
We know now that you are an investigator private.
Private investigators don't have friends?
These boys have confessed to the drowning death of your friend, Paul Douglas.
It happened, they say, while the fraternity was... How you say?
Hastening? Hazing?
Yeah, right, that's what these guys say.
Accidental death, part of Hell Week hazing.
But here you are saying to the press that you are not sure it was.
Well, you know, I thought I might have something more, but...
These three dudes from Chi Rho cop to a wrongful death charge,
the whole house is on probation...
If 50 people tell you you're drunk, maybe you should lie down.
Mr. Rockford, we are attached to the Bagraneesh of Doubout.
No kidding?
A few months ago, the king's son, Moustoufa Ben Al Hassad,
became a student at Rosemont.
He joined this Chi Rho fraternal house.
Some months later, the embassy received an irrational telephonic call from him.
He said he was leaving school.
He was going to Marin County, California to join a Hindu commune.
He's not been seen since.
It happens. Kids turn off.
Not this kid, though. Not him.
You are an investigator like ourselves.
Would you not say it is odd that a beloved son calls the embassy with such news,
instead of his father, our royal highness?
And now our investigation is not even over and another Chi Rho boy is dead.
This gives King Hassad much worry.
And there is a saying in Doubout,
when the king is worried, let each man look to his house and see if there be bandages.
Obviously, you've checked around Marin County and there is no sign of the young king?
We have been unwanted presences at many communes.
I can imagine.
I don't know how much English you gentlemen know,
but there are words missing from these tapes. You'll hear little clicks.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Excuse me.
I think you
(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)
That's him? That's the young king?
Then that is him?
I think maybe the tape you got at the embassy was cut from these tapes.
Max Kilmore...
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
What I was going to say is that Max Kilmore is acting like
a guy with a lot of pressures.
I don't know why a campus hazing death...
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Is he talking about what I said about Max Kilmore?
Just a second. You know, I'd like to use those tapes in my investigation.
I trust you. Why don't you take them?
You just take them with you and bring them back when you're through with it.
I'm not really in too big a hurry for them.
I'm sure you'll enjoy them.
(SNIFFLES)
Funerals take a long time to get over in my family.
He was very special to you, so why should you apologize?
Well, I'm a knee-jerk apologist.
You say it's raining, I say I'm sorry.
Oh!
I should have found out what Paul was working on.
I could have told him it was too dangerous.
I could have been his leader instead of his follower.
Lord, I was a damn near 15 years older than him. I could have known.
And you could be dead for your trouble.
I want to find out who killed him, Leslie. You can still help.
You knew him best. Oh, no.
Scratch that. I'm going home and going to bed.
I feel like I could sleep standing up.
Somnolent detachment. Go to sleep and forget it.
Everything will be better in the morning.
Guys like you hang your diplomas in the back seats of taxi cabs.
You feed the girl little bite-sized pieces of psychology.
Turn her around lickety-split, you bed her and then you run away.
You're running away, Leslie.
You ran away from KPBTV. You ran away from the journalism business.
You're selling yourself a vacuum-packed existence.
You may not know it, honey, but Paul Douglas was onto one hellacious story.
What can I do?
You can help me find out what happened to the little Persian prince.
Why this university is trying to slam the lid on it.
Why the head of the security of this university is throwing down field blocks.
And why the whole Chi Rho Zeta fraternity is taking the gaff for Paul's murder
when it was probably committed by one or two people.
I don't know. I just...
Leslie, you can really roll the dice.
You can sit down at that typewriter and you can bang out the story
and sell it to a real newspaper.
Not this ivory tower rag you print here.
Yeah, and I can loose my standing at the university.
I can lose my tenure, end up on the street with no job and no security?
And no house in College Park?
But you'll be alive, Leslie.
And they'll have to watch out for you.
Maybe you're right.
I used to feel safe here, on this campus.
It was so comforting.
And here she stands, the prisoner of Rosemont Hall.
You're right. What do we do?
Paul was a journalist. Most of the journalists I know
have absolute fetishes about keeping everything pertaining to a story
on tape or in a journal.
Does that sound like Paul? Yeah.
LESLIE: He did a news broadcast from the campus radio station.
Let's try there.
We got no choice.
Look, Max, I'm in enough trouble already.
Cal and me are gonna go down for this Douglas thing.
But my lawyer says even with a move to separate and stuff like that,
we're gonna maybe have to go away for six months or a year.
This guy won't buffalo. What's it take to tie a can to this gumshoe?
Max, did you hear what I said?
I mean we don't want no more trouble.
And I do, huh, Bert? I want trouble.
I wanted little Hassad to keel over with a heart attack while we were holding him?
Why'd you have to suffocate him with a pillow?
Was that supposed to help with his ticker?
How many times I gotta tell you it was an accident?
I was trying to scare him into keeping his yap shut.
You were his frat brother, turkey. You were supposed to be there to keep him cool
till we made the ransom call and his daddy came across with the two mil.
But no, your mother goes and gets sick.
And then your answer is, "Don't worry, Max,
"I'll make a composite tape, Max, a message.
"The king'll think his kid's still alive."
Except now this dump is crawling with moustaches and sunglasses!
We're scared, Max. We don't want anymore.
Last thing I want is you two busted on another killing.
We'll stick to the plan.
You take this slap on the wrist, build up the hazing aspect,
and the whole investigation will peter out.
It's better than being carved up in the Middle East.
What about this PI?
(SIGHS)
Well,
maybe the campus gets lucky tonight.
Maybe we'll catch this rapist.
All right, beat it.
Hotel Bravo one to HQ. Over.
Roger, Bravo one, HQ: It's Ted. How you doin', Max?
Ted, scramble the car on Lexington and get Herb in from University Avenue.
Tell him to meet me at Rosemont Hall,
and tell him to bring the riot guns. I've got mine with me. Over.
What's up? Over.
I don't know. Some guy broke into Rosemont Hall
and took Leslie Callahan.
Looks like he's headed for the radio station. Over.
You think it's the campus rapist, Max? Over.
Well, it ain't no Kentucky Colonel, Ted. Get moving.
I'm gonna try and cut him off before he kills Miss Callahan.
Stay in radio contact. Out.
Out.
Nothing. What about under music?
Why would it be there?
Well, it wouldn't be there, not necessarily, but it sure isn't up here.
Well, it's out there.
Some jazz musician he was crazy about... Oh, yeah.
What's his name?
Theo Kahill.
Jim.
Bingo.
Well, another rape stopped. A moment too late...
Down the stairs, right side of the building.
He's armed, he just took a shot at me. You shoot to kill. Over!
HERB ON RADIO: Roger. Out.
Stop or I'll shoot!
So it ends for you.
(GUN CLICKING) Now!
(GUN FIRING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Who shot me? Who shot me?
The People's Police from the Kingdom of Doubout.
Welcome from His Royal Highness.
Please, don't maim me. Kill me if you want,
but, Lord, don't disfigure me.
Disfigure? We are merely going to surrender you to the American authorities,
possibly to institute extradition proceedings
according to the United Nations charter.
Here you go, honey. He was going to broadcast it.
It's your story now.
It's beautiful. A wonderful job.
I'm putting Paul's name on the byline.
It is his story.
You know, Jim, all these years I've been hiding here,
thinking that this university was safe,
and I almost end up getting killed, right under Rosemont Hall,
by the head of campus security. The ultimate irony.
So, what injustice do we find Leslie Callahan striking out against next?
I don't know.
I'll try the newspapers, see who can use a college refugee.
I guess I owe you and Paul more than I could ever say.
I love teaching. I will do it again.
But not as a substitute for life.
Well, it's a good story.
I have only one change I'd make. Everybody's a critic.
I think I'd like it better if you shared the byline.
I get it.
You think I'm trying to play it safe, keep a foot in each pond?
Paul would like it better that way, too.
Well, then, it's what I'll do.