02x02 - Log 153: Find Me a Needle

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One-Adam-12, a 415... fight
group with chains and knives.

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Sergeant Miller.

Something must be up.

I've got some good news for you.

The sixth victim of
the Mulholland Mauler

came out of her
coma this afternoon.

She's going to be all right.

You all know
Sergeant Jerry Miller,

Detectives.

He just came from the hospital.

Jerry?

Uh, like the other victims,

number 6, a


was hitchhiking.

And the Mauler picked her up.

He put a knife to her throat,

shoved it through
the floor of his car,

and he threw a blanket over it.

Then he proceeded
with her up to Mulholland,

where he r*ped her,

he beat her into
unconsciousness,

than he threw her down a ravine

where two kids later found her.

That's the Mauler's
MO, with one exception:

number 6 survived.

Right. And she can talk.

Now, description of the suspect.

He's a male Caucasian.


with black hair.

Before you go off-duty tonight,

we'll have a composite
sketch available.

The artist is working
on it right now.

And we have one more break.

We've got a description
from the victim

of the automobile.

That's a 1962 Plymouth,
dark green, four door.

Now, we want any car
answering that description

checked out thoroughly.

Even if it's upside-down

in somebody's backyard.

You got a suspect,
you bring him in.

Malloy, Brent, and Wells.

Your areas include
Mulholland Drive.

Get up there tonight
and stay there.

The division will
take care of your calls.

It doesn't mean
that the rest of us

can forget about the Mauler.

For the first time
we've got something.

Let's use it.

Okay? Fall in for inspection.

A night on Lovers' Lane.

I wonder what it's like.

I guess it's not
like it used to be.

Come on. It couldn't
have changed that much.

No? Ask number 6.

5821...

Every car I see turns
into a '62 Plymouth.

Me, too.

Makes you wonder.

Just to grab a
girl off the street,

a guy would really
have to be sick.

Sick, yeah. He doesn't
have to grab anybody.

There's plenty of
volunteers around.

Look. Somebody
else looking for trouble.

Would you step up on
the sidewalk, please, Miss?

You have some identification?

I think I have a library card.

Mary Gallagher.
Is that your name?

Yes, sir. Did I do
something wrong?

The law says you will not
stand in the street and hitchhike.

That's what you
were doing, wasn't it?

Yes sir. How old are you, Mary?



How old?

All right. I'm 16.

Your parents know you hitchhike?

Well, you don't
have to tell them.

I'm afraid we do. Then you
have to go down to Juvenile court.

But why? All I want is a ride.

Don't you have enough
money to take a bus?

Well, sure.
Hitchhiking's more fun.

I mean gee, what
can happen on a bus?

My parents are going to k*ll me.

Is that all you're
worried about?

What about the guy
that picks you up?

How do you know
what's in his mind?

Once you get in
his car, he owns you.

A knife or a g*n...

You do exactly what
he says, all the way.

And when he's finished,
you might be, too.

Think about it.

Okay, you'll
appear on this date,

accompanied by a
guardian or parent.

There'll be a bus along
here in about five minutes.

Yes sir.

Talk about quiet.

What time is it?

Uh, it's almost 10.

In the last hour,
we've seen seven cars,

two rabbits, a
raccoon, and a dog.

And a green '62 Plymouth.

Yeah, with four doors.

Hello. What's the trouble?

No trouble. Just checking.

All right. So I was
going a little too fast.

What does that make
me, John Dillinger?

No, sir. It doesn't.

Could we see
some identification?

Sure. What is the problem?

The type of car you're driving

has been identified by a
r*pe and as*ault victim.

This car belong to you?

Yes, sir. Registration inside?

Yeah. It's in there somewhere.

Mind if I take a
look in the trunk?

Go ahead. Keys
are in the ignition.

Look in the trunk. Pick
the car up and shake it.

What do I care?

That's mine.

I use it when I go fishing.

Is there any law against that?

If what you're fishing
for is young and female,

the answer is yes.

Your hands behind your back.

Let's go.

What do you think, Sarge?

Better hold on
to him for a while.

Plenty of probable cause.

Well, he fits the
general description

of the man we're looking for.

He's got the right knife,

he's got the right blanket,

and he's got the right car.

So does the guy
Brent brought in.

I know, I know.

Maybe they're both clean,

but let's just wait
and see, huh?

In about a half an hour,

we should have
that composite sketch

from the artist,

and I hope it'll give us
something more to go on.

Till then we'll cover all bets.

Pete, you better get
back up on the hill.

What do you want us to
do about our suspect's car?

Well, for now,
leave it up there.

He might be driving it home.

Yeah. Maybe.

I still think our guy's the one.

Me, too.

How do you figure?

The car's a mess.

Dirt and leaves, but
all on the driver's side.

The passenger's side is clean.

Yeah, not too much to go on.

Maybe it's just a bunch.

Police.

Scared, son? Yes, sir.

How scared would you
be if we weren't policemen?

Just a couple of
big guys in the dark?

That's why we're here.

Let me see your driver's license

and registration, please.

How old are you, Miss?

Uh, 15.

Nothing's going
on, Officer. Honest.

I believe you, but could
you have said the same thing

if we got here a
half hour from now?

Cars have brakes,
son. Sometimes they fail.

Same thing happens to people.

Yes, sir.

Ever occur to you this isn't

a very good place to
be this time of night?

We didn't think
anyone was around, sir.

Right now we're
looking for a k*ller

whose specialty is
female hitchhikers.

They end up in these
ravines along here.

Uh, I didn't realize.

Well, now you know.

Nobody's against love.

We're not.

But a parked car up
here is hardly the place.

Don't you agree?

Yes, sir.

Move on.

Nice kids. Mm-hmm.

They don't know who's a problem.

They got no idea
what it's all about.

Did you?

Hmm.

Better run a DMV.
Get the owner's name.

Right.

There's no warrant.

The owner is Delores Grove.

I was afraid of that. Yeah,
it's pretty lonely up here.

Car hasn't been
driven for a while.

It looks cold.

What about the shoes?

She probably took them off

on her way home from work,

changed into another
pair she kept in the car.

A lot of women do that.

She got this far
and had a flat tire.

Yeah, maybe somebody
stopped to help her.

There's a garage at
the bottom of the hill.

If she walked away, that's
probably where she went.

Check both sides of
the road with a spotlight

on your way down.

Right.

Frankly, lady, I don't
know how you got it this far.

Here, let me try it again.

Ehh.

Well, now what am I going to do?

Do me a favor, lady.
Run it over a cliff.

Hiya, fellas. What's cookin'?

Back up the hill was
a car with a flat tire.

It's registered to
a Delores Grove.

Has she been in tonight?

No. I haven't had a road
call since early afternoon.

What kind of car is it?

It's a white Camaro, new.

Hey, would she be
a beautiful blonde?

We don't know. I'll bet I do.

That's her
girlfriend over there.

A couple of real dingalings.

Good evening.

Hi.

Are you a friend
of Delores Grove?

Yeah, why? Have
you seen her tonight?

No, and right now
I could care less.

What's the problem?

She was supposed to
drive us to a party tonight.

That was two hours ago.

Where was she going to meet you?

Over at our apartment on Camino.

Got a little tired
of waiting. Uhh!

Is there a chance somebody else

might have given
her a lift to the party?

How? The guy left
the directions with me.

She wouldn't have had
the faintest idea where to go.

Where is this
party? Out in Oxnard.

The guy's got a yacht, no less.

And here I sit in this
broken-down clunker.

We found your friend's car

about a half a mile up the road

with a flat tire. So that's it.

We thought she might
have walked down here

to get some help.

Delores? You got to be kidding.

Beg your pardon?

Hitchhike, yeah. Walk, uh-uh.

Your friend a hitchhiker?

Listen, Delores Grove

wouldn't walk a half a mile

if her life depended on it.

Yes.

Yeah.

Uh, thanks, Sarge.

If you need a favor
day or night, call, right?

Okay.

Malloy.

Looks like your
theory's holding water.

Oxnard P.D. went to the marina

and checked out
that yacht party.

Delores Grove never showed.

Talk about a toss-up.

What's this, a scar?

Could be a scar,
could be a scratch.

The girl's not sure.

There goes that theory.

No. Not necessarily.

See, if, uh...

if the suspect's fifth
victim scratched him,

then number 6 might
have still seen the mark.

By now it could be
completely healed.

Yeah. You're right.

I think you got a hot suspect

at least until we're able to
locate that Delores Grove.

Trouble is she
could be anyplace...

- In a bar or...
- Another party

or at the bottom of some
gully up on Mulholland.

There's got to be about a
thousand ravines up there.

If she has been hit, it'll be like
looking for a needle in a haystack.

Maybe we can find this needle

if we start with the
guy that dropped it.

Hey, Nick.

You must be pretty fed up

with sitting in that chair, huh?

Now that you mention it.

Want to take a ride?

Where?

Mm, to the car, that
general area, you know.

Why?

You said you
wanted to cooperate.

Yeah. All right,
well, now's the time.

I'll cooperate.

Oh, no, no. No cuffs.

Nick's going to work
with us on this, right, Nick?

It's lonely up here.

Nobody around to see or hear.

Right, Nick?

If you say so.

What were you doing up here?

Come on, Nick. What
were you doing up here?

I was going home. I told you.

I live right off of Ventura.

But you work in Burbank.
That's on the other side.

Sure, but I... I... I
come here. Why?

I like to watch the lights
come on in the Valley.

What's wrong with that? Alone?

Where are we going?

Why, Nick?

What do you see, Nick?

Get out. Take a good look at it.

It won't hurt you.

What do you see, Nick?

A white car.

What else?

A flat tire.

Any idea who owns it?

I don't know!

You never saw it before? No!

A young girl owns it.

You like young girls, Nick?

I wouldn't be right
if I didn't, would I?

She's coming home
from work, Nick,

and she got a flat tire,

so she got out
and started walking.

And then some
nice guy came along

and offered her a ride
down to the garage.

I don't know.

Would you have
given her a ride, Nick?

I might.

Was she pretty, Nick?

This is the ravine

where they found
number 6, right, Nick?

Thought you might
want to see it again.

She'd have been down
there for a day and a half, Nick.

Two kids found her.

Is number 7 down there?

Tell us about number 7, Nick.

Did she beg you to stop the car?

Was the knife in your hand?

No, the knife was in the
trunk. You saw it there.

Where was the blanket?

Was the blanket
over her head, Nick?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I want to go back.

I want to go back
to the station.

I want to... I want to
go back to the station.

I'm not going to
talk to you anymore.

Nobody cares about
what happens to me.

I'll agree with that,

but right now we're
looking for a missing woman

before it's too late,

and we're pretty sure
you can help us, Nick.

Pretty sure. Well, that means
you don't really know, do you?

We'll know tomorrow, Nick.

Number 6 is going
to view a show-up.

You're going to be
right in the middle of it.

Now if you can tell us one thing

to convince us you had
nothing to do with this...

One thing, Nick...
then you're off the hook.

Is number 7 around here?

Up that way?

I...

Take a good look, Nick.

They're so different,
I can't be sure.

Keep on going, and
you keep looking.

You sure this is the spot, Nick?

I told you to stop, didn't I?

Miller, call an ambulance!

She can't be far.

One-Adam-12
requesting an ambulance.

We've found her!

Hey, ma'am.

Ohh... She's alive!

You would have
done the same thing.

When they scream...

there's nothing else to do.

It's okay. It's all right.

I think her leg's broken.

He tried to k*ll me.

He tried to... find me.

Find me, try to k...

It's all right. Do
not talk anymore.

Just take it easy.

He just tried to...

He tried to...

Will she live?

Why, Nick? Is it important?

I want her to live.

I'll ride with the victim.

She might want to
make a statement.

She wanted something different.

I gave it to her.

You sure did.

The first time was the worst.

When it was over, I
wanted to k*ll myself.

I tried. Really tried.

But after a while, I... I
didn't feel bad anymore.

Why k*ll something
like a human being.

It would feel bad
for a long time, right?

But you didn't.

No.

That proves I'm crazy.

Doesn't it?