I'm sorry, darling.
I forgot to turn the alarm off.
What are you doing up so early?
One of my boats came in
with a cracked propeller
and I gotta go deal with it.
Go back to sleep.
Will I see you tonight?
Maybe.
A large crowd began gathering
in the pre-dawn hours this morning
here at the Ukiah Courthouse
where the state begins another week
in the well-publicized
murder trial of Adam Brenner.
The reason for the crowds
and the publicity
is due to the charm and the personality
of the man on trial.
Today, he stands accused
on six counts of first degree murder
in a series of sex-related crimes
which police from four...
Good morning, pumpkin.
...suspect him of committing during
a recent three-month long spree,
followed by the most intensive
manhunt in Ukiah County history.
Adam Brenner is now about to enter
his fifth week of trial.
If found guilty on any one...
Would you look at that man?
Why would anybody that gorgeous
need to rape someone?
Recent State Supreme Court rulings
concerning capital punishment.
Brenner...
What am I, invisible or something?
I'm just so sick of hearing
about that lowlife.
They should just lock him up
and throw away the key.
Is that all you're having
for breakfast?
- You ok?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Sandy's gonna be here in a minute.
Wait a minute, honey.
Lou said he heard you up again
late last night.
That's funny. I never pictured Lou
as a light sleeper.
OK, Val.
What's bothering you?
Well, don't you think things have been
a little awkward around here lately?
Yeah. I agree.
We haven't been seeing eye to eye
on everything.
Mother, that's not it.
I never know when Lou
is gonna be around here or not.
I can't have my friends over.
What are you talking about?
Who can't you have over?
Well, when was the last time
that you saw Sandy inside this house?
I mean, why do you think
she never visits anymore?
Well, I don't know.
Why don't you tell me?
Well, she's uncomfortable.
She's embarrassed.
What is she embarrassed about?
This is a very small town.
How many mothers do you think
are openly having an affair
with a married man?
Lou's wife left him a year ago.
And who are you to judge me?
I'm not judging you!
I'm telling you what's bothering me.
You asked, OK?
Well, wait a minute!
Let's get out of here.
What's the matter?
- Nothing.
- OK.
As soon as I get my diploma,
I'm totally history.
You've been saying that
since grammar school.
You know what I bet you end up doing?
I bet you go to Humboldt,
study there, get married
and spend the rest of your life
10 minutes from here.
Yeah, right.
Sandy, that's gonna be
a cold day in hell.
I read your work over the weekend
and I was pleasantly surprised
to find how mature
and genuinely thoughtful
they all were.
But this poem
was especially moving for me.
I'd like to read it for you.
It's entitled "Another Boyfriend".
Playfully, I can watch you
Doing your natural things
Until finally, you feel my eyes
And look up, half smiling
Wishing I would join the game
And share the laughter
Instead of sitting out and watching
And almost waiting
You think I'm looking for a flaw
A smudge to mar the beauty
But try to understand
The love there is in sitting quietly
And watching your game grow
To fill the world I cherish
I'm sorry you felt my eyes
And had to make another smile.
You wanna tell us
what inspired this, Valerie?
I don't know.
Oh, but there must
have been something.
Someone, somebody
who captured your curiosity.
Well, it's not really about anybody.
I mean, I don't have a boyfriend
or anything.
I just wrote it.
You mean you just invented this?
You just imagined how you would feel
if you had someone that you cared
that much about?
Yes.
I didn't know
you could write like that.
You know, I think you blew
everybody away.
Why didn't you ever tell me
you could write like that?
Sandy, I'm already embarrassed
enough, OK?
- Hey, you!
- How come
you don't call me anymore, sweetheart?
Because you're one conceited
dirt bag, Robert Fowler.
Well, you deserve me, darling!
I don't know what to do about him.
I really like him but I don't
wanna go running after him again
like I did last time.
He'll take advantage of me again.
You know what I mean?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Yeah, it's rough.
Guys. I mean, when did,
when did it get so complicated?
I think I detect a victim
of that common teenage affliction
called youthful idealism.
Am I right?
Sometimes that girl can just be
so self-righteous.
Oh, it's funny how they know
so much more than we do.
On top of the gun control lecture,
James is now on my case
about capital punishment.
- Adam. Adam.
- At least it wasn't Adam Brenner.
What do you think?
What do you think?
Adam, do you think
you're getting a fair trial?
What do you think your chances are?
You seem to have a lot of fans, Adam.
Anything you wanna say to them?
Don't worry about him.
He'll be old news
by the end of the week.
- Adam.
- Do you have a statement for us?
Adam, what do you have to say?
Adam, are you concerned that
John Henry Wallace cannot be found?
- Back off.
- Adam.
We have no comment now.
Let's get him upstairs.
- Adam.
- Back off. Go up the stairs!
Well, if you saw that
you just witnessed a perfect example
of what a lot of young women
are calling Adam Brenner's sexy charm.
Miss Sims, when this trial began
you said that your office felt
that this was an open and shut case.
- It still is.
- Well,
it doesn't seem to be going
so smoothly now.
That's because the defense
is purposely burying the facts
to create a false sense
of reasonable doubt.
It's a very famous tactic,
I can assure you.
But clouding the issues here
won't work.
The defense has been claiming
that Brenner's former roommate,
John Henry Wallace is the real killer.
- What's your response?
- Another distortion of the facts.
Wallace is the registered owner
of the van
in which the murders took place.
But all the evidence we have
points to Brenner.
But there's a nationwide
manhunt for Wallace.
Yes. We'd like to talk to him.
As a co-suspect?
I'd rather not comment.
Perkins has promised
to put Brenner on the stand
by the end of this week.
How do you feel about that?
Well, it is his trial.
How did you get yourself
into so much trouble?
- Shh! You'll wake your mother.
- Yeah, right. You scared me.
Hey, come on,
where's your sense of humor?
Louis, stop it! Leave me alone.
My God!
Hey, give me some of that.
Come on. Give me some.
Go get your own bowl.
You smell like a brewery.
- Get away from me.
- Hey, what's the matter, Val?
Come on. You liked it
when I kissed you before.
- I know practice makes perfect.
- Stop it. You're crazy.
Leave me alone now.
Can I go upstairs now, please?
Look, Valerie,
I never would've kissed you
if I didn't think you wanted me to.
I should have never let you near me
in the first place.
Come on, Val!
It'll be our little secret.
I promise it'll never happen again.
Val.
Valerie, where are you?
Honey, come on. It's late.
I've got really bad cramps, Mom.
I didn't get any sleep last night.
OK. You just stay in bed
and get some rest.
Yeah. Thanks.
OK. I'll check with you later.
- Feel better.
- OK. Bye, Mom.
Excuse me, coming through.
Pardon me.
Get out.
Coming through.
Excuse me, pardon me.
Excuse me, excuse me.
- Oh, my God. It's him.
- That's him.
He's kind of cute.
He doesn't have a chance.
All rise for the Honorable
Judge Alvin Mortenson.
Be seated.
Counselor.
The defense calls Adam Brenner.
Let's try to make this
short and sweet, Adam.
Forensics evidence
including blood samples,
carpet fibers and fingerprints
indicates conclusively that
six young women were murdered
in the van you were driving
when arrested.
Did you murder any one
of those women?
No, sir. I did not.
But you admit that for
the three-month period
during which those women
were killed
you traveled with John Henry Wallace,
the owner of the van
and the one man whom police
have positively established
as having been at the places
where two of the victims' bodies
were later found.
Were you Wallace's partner
in these killings?
No, sir, I was not!
Then will you please explain
to the court
how you came to be linked
with Wallace
and how you came to be driving his van
the day you were arrested?
Now, I want you to relax, Adam.
And please,
be as specific as possible.
I met John Wallace
in a bar in Anchorage, Alaska
on April 1st last year.
John said he'd just been laid off
an oil rig on the North Slope
and was driving to Texas.
He seemed OK.
So I thought, "What the hell?"
- So you two left Anchorage?
- Right.
And four days later, we hit Eureka.
John said he had some friends there
that he had to see.
And that's when the trouble started.
What happened in Eureka?
It was 3:00 in the morning.
I'd just finished driving the last leg.
I was really tired
and wanted to crash.
While John went into this
old apartment to see his friends,
I went into the back of the van
to sleep.
The next thing I know is the side door
flies open and two guys jump me.
They hit me over the head
with a tire iron.
When I came to,
I went to go look for John
and I found him unconscious
on the floor of the apartment.
So when you entered the apartment,
Adam, what did you find?
Well, like I said,
he was unconscious on the floor
and I thought he'd been hit
like I was,
but he said his friends had spiked
his drinks and robbed him too.
Objection, Your Honor!
John Henry Wallace
is not on trial here.
Your Honor, the only evidence
tying my client to these crimes
is circumstantial.
The only person directly linked to any
of these crimes is John Henry Wallace.
This is just another smoke screen
to try to shift the blame
from the defendant!
The fact that my client
has a perfectly clean record
and Wallace has a history of
prior felonies is very significant.
Dear Adam,
even though we've never met
I feel I know so much about you.
I watch the progress of your trial
and each day share more and more
of your growing misery
and frustration.
Maybe I'll never know
all the pain you feel
but I do understand the feeling
of being persecuted.
I want you to know
that you're not alone
that in my heart I know
that you could never have done
the things they said you did.
Where have you been?
Doing you a favor.
Well, I hope so because you owe me one.
She took attendance.
Thanks.
But this is major, major.
You're never gonna believe
who has a crush on you.
- Who?
- James Childs!
He wants to go out with you.
- James?
- Yes.
The guy in our English Lit class,
you know.
He plays varsity basketball.
Yeah, yeah, I know who he is.
Sandy,
I'm glad you finally got here.
Oh, I've been here.
Well, try being here
a little sooner next time.
Nice try, Valerie.
Anyway, he and Robert get along
real well and I was thinking, you know
just kind of off the top of my head
maybe we could double.
And James has such an excellent car.
Yes, and a very nice large back seat.
Yeah, well...
I think it's gonna be perfect!
And I'm telling you that James
is the man of your dreams.
Carrie, get some help!
Oh, my God! OK.
Hurry!
I assume you are aware
that John Henry Wallace's remains
washed up south of Anchor Bay
four days ago.
- Are you aware of that, Mr. Brenner?
- Yes. I've been told.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
the coroner states:
"John Henry Wallace,
male, Caucasian, aged 25"
"died of acute asphyxiation
induced by strangulation"
"and the crushing of the esophagus"
"caused by garroting with a woven
rope or a lanyard"
"of approximately 3/16 inch
in diameter."
In plain language, Mr. Brenner,
you brutally murdered Wallace
..the same way you did Susan Compton.
I object!
Stella Holt, Linda Alverine
and all the rest of them.
I did not!
I didn't kill anyone!
- You did! You brutally murdered him.
- I object, Your Honor.
My client's not charged with
the murder of John Henry Wallace.
I didn't kill anyone!
- I didn't! I didn't! I didn't!
- Order!
And then you totally invented...
Your Honor, the only one guilty of...
Order in the court!
Hello.
Dear Valerie,
you can't believe how happy I was
to receive your letter.
Your belief in my innocence
has given me new strength
when I need it most.
Just knowing you care gives me
the will to continue the fight.
I shall look forward to the day
my ordeal is finally over
and we can get to know
each other better.
Until then, I think of you often
and hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely, Adam Brenner.
Hello.
Oh, I'm glad I caught you at home.
I forgot to take the lamb chops out
of the freezer this morning.
Do me a favor and take out three, OK?
Lou is coming to dinner tonight.
Yeah, OK, sure.
I've got a date tonight, so you guys
will probably be eating alone.
I can hardly hear you.
What did you say?
I've got a date
with James Childs tonight.
We're doubling with Sandy
and we'll probably go get some pizza
and catch a movie or something.
James.
Hey, what's all that noise
in the background?
Adam Brenner has just been convicted.
Guilty on all counts.
He's gonna be sentenced next week
and with any luck,
he'll get the gas chamber.
OK, sweetheart,
call me if you're gonna be late.
Love you. Bye.
- What do you say we take a hike?
- Yes.
- Hey, guard the car, you guys.
- Here comes the choochoo.
Thanks.
It was starting to smell
like a gymnasium in there.
Not to mention hot.
Is she always like that?
Well, we've known each other
for a long time,
but since I've started running track,
we've become a lot closer.
But to answer your question,
I don't know.
She's pretty unpredictable.
I heard that you're,
you're gonna graduate this June?
- A year early?
- Uh-huh.
I went to summer school
to build up enough credits.
- What's the hurry?
- Because I hate high school.
About as much as I think you do.
Where did you get that idea?
Your poetry.
Hardly what I'd call
your typical juvenile fantasies.
Well, she wasn't supposed
to read it to the class.
You know, Val, you should be out
in the real world.
Doing.
Living.
You know, finishing high school
is a fact of life,
but that doesn't mean
you have to sit around
going through some awkward
teenage bull.
You know?
I mean, I don't wake up
every morning and say:
"I can't face this anymore."
I just wake up and scream.
No, no, I just figure out
how to go on.
You don't have a mother
who doesn't care what you do.
I mean, everything I do is OK
because it's supposedly
what I want, you know.
Yeah, well, you're lucky.
At least she's not a cop like my dad.
I think he's completely forgotten
how to trust somebody.
Can you blame him, though?
Yeah, right, but does he have
to bring his work home with him?
I mean, all the rules,
the regulations?
He's immediately suspicious if
anything's out of place in the house.
With all the problems parents cause
it's amazing anyone can grow up right.
Yeah. Yeah, that's, that's my point.
It's up to us.
Yeah.
Rise, Adam Brenner.
This court agrees
with the prosecution's view
that you committed these crimes
with calculated viciousness
each one after careful deliberation.
I therefore condemn you to die
in the gas chamber
at the maximum security prison
in San Quentin.
No.
May the Lord grant you the mercy
you never showed your victims.
No, I'm innocent.
I'm innocent.
No, I didn't do it. I'm innocent.
You know I'm innocent.
- No. No.
- It's all right.
No! No!
I'm innocent! I'm innocent.
No!
Congratulations.
What are you doing here?
Why aren't you in school?
- Mr. Brenner.
- Are you sorry that you did it?
Do you feel any remorse?
- What about your attorney?
- Have you any comment?
How do you feel right now?
- Adam.
- Get back.
What do you have to say to the public?
Are you going to make a statement?
Valerie, are you crazy?
That man deserves everything
he's gotten.
You don't know
what you're talking about.
So I suppose you know something
the judge and jury didn't?
No, I'm just telling you what I think.
And what I think is
you should be back in school
where you might learn something.
Mother, I'm not in kindergarten!
Well, you're sure acting like it
right now!
I can't believe the way you treat me.
- Just one question.
- Adam Brenner.
- Over here for standby.
- Adam, can you make a comment?
Even though the crush of reporters
hammered him with questions
and slowed his departure,
Brenner seemed strangely patient
with the situation.
Obviously distraught and shaken
by the court's decision,
Brenner appeared to be in control
of what must be great anger
and frustration
at this surprise sentence.
I must say I find it strange that
a man of such obvious sensitivity
should be going now
to spend the rest of his life
awaiting execution on death row.
This is Kathy Crowley,
live at the Ukiah Superior Courthouse.
OK.
Hey, baby.
A real nice boy.
- You gotta check this out.
- Don't try it, honey.
OK, in there.
- I love you.
- Come my way.
Oh, you're coming in my tent.
Welcome home, sweetheart.
- Hey. You got a cigarette?
- No, I don't smoke.
Oh, no?
You one of those healthy guys,
is that it?
A healthy baby killer?
Put your hands in your pockets!
I heard things about you
about your problem.
They say you rape sisters.
That you got an eye for sweet things.
Whoever they are, they're wrong.
I didn't do anything.
Oh, no?
Why, this is just another
middle class white boy
living in the wrong neighborhood.
You know what I'm gonna do for you,
white boy?
I'm gonna cut your dick off
and shove it down your throat.
Turn him loose, Willy.
Turn the man loose.
Put it away and get out of here.
Well, well, well.
Adolph.
You know something, Adolph?
You and this
belong together.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Come here.
Come here!
I like you.
I like you, Brenner.
I know all about you,
and I still like you.
Now, if you wanna stand on your own,
you got to take care of yourself.
And looking at you,
I don't think you can do that.
I think you just might need somebody
to help you.
I know I did.
Hey! The man's coming.
I'll take good care of you.
Yeah.
Come on, Val! Come on, run!
Go!
Go! Come on!
Come on, Val!
- Yeah!
- Yes!
Yeah!
Good job, Val!
Good job.
Excellent, Val. That's 10.2 seconds.
All right!
- Molly, wait up.
- OK!
OK, man. See you tonight.
Let's call it a day, girls.
- Watch out, Jackie Joyner.
- Hey, pretty good.
All right.
This personal cheering section
of yours
getting to be a regular thing
or what?
What? You mean my new best friend?
I don't know.
Let's see, it's been about six weeks.
So, what's the story?
Is it love or lust, baby?
It's neither one, smartass.
I thought you liked James.
I do. I just... I don't feel
that serious about him, you know.
And I don't think I ever will.
So? I mean, he just wants to date you,
he doesn't wanna marry you, does he?
No, of course not.
And then he's talking all serious.
It's making me very uncomfortable.
Just don't feel the same way
about him.
So dump him.
I mean, look, the guy got you off
the bench and into the game, right?
So who says you gotta spend
the whole season with him?
Yeah, I guess.
Unless you got some other guy
already on the side.
No. Would you stop?
I don't have anybody else.
Come on, please. Spare me.
All right, but it isn't what your
degenerate mind thinks at all.
It's totally platonic.
It's like he's not even real.
He's about a million miles away
and I'll probably never get
to see him again.
But he's sensitive.
And he's kind.
And extremely intelligent.
And he's probably the most gorgeous
guy I've ever laid my eyes on.
I don't know, Val.
I think you're in
over your head this time.
I mean, this guy
is geographically undesirable
and you're still interested?
Well, we write.
- He writes beautiful letters.
- Letters?
Let me get this straight.
I mean, you have seen this guy, right?
Well, I think you ought to tell me
who he is.
I mean, you get me all interested and
curious like that and don't tell me.
I just don't think that's fair.
Look, the only reason
I said anything anyway
is that if he can't be in my life,
then I'd like to find somebody
who's a lot like him.
And that somebody isn't James.
- Welcome home!
- Lou!
You should see your face.
What's the matter with you?
I was just having fun.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing. You scared me.
I didn't see your car out front.
It's in the shop.
Hey, Valerie.
I made a special rambasicci
for us tonight.
Your mom and I got a little surprise
for you.
Great.
Hey Valerie, you forgot this one.
"Dear Valerie, First the bad news."
- Give me that letter.
- "New trial"
Will you give me that letter?
- Give it to me! Give it.
- It says San Quentin!
Give it to me, Lou.
What, you've got a convict
for a pen pal now?
- Lou, would you give me the letter?
- All right, take your letter.
You sure know
how to pick a winner, Val.
- Hi!
- Hi.
- Here. Let me take this.
- Thank you.
You can do better than that.
What's the matter?
What?
- Look, Valerie got a letter today.
- Yeah?
It was from San Quentin.
She's been writing some convict.
Valerie.
Valerie!
What are you doing
writing to this monster?
Have you lost your mind?
What are you doing reading my mail?
How long has this been going on?
- How long?
- Mother, stop it. Leave me alone!
Valerie!
Valerie!
Valerie!
- How could you write to him?
- That's none of your business.
Answer me, Valerie!
I've done nothing wrong!
You have no right to read my mail!
I've got every right to do
what I think is best for you!
Has nothing I've said sunk in?
How far do you think this thing
would have gone?
Mother, Adam wouldn't hurt anybody.
He couldn't kill a fly!
Don't be so stupid!
So blind to the truth!
Oh, right, I'm blind!
What about you?
What do you think Lou does
every time he has a few drinks
and you're not around?
What are you saying?
He comes after me,
that's what I'm saying, Mother!
I don't believe you, Valerie.
Lou wouldn't do that!
- Mother, you're so stupid!
- Shut up!
You always said
it was just you and me!
But really, it's only been just you!
Just you!
You said, "Don't worry about
what people think or what they say!"
"Just do what you wanna do,
be yourself."
And I did!
But because it made you look bad,
you jump all over me!
I'm writing Adam Brenner
because I know he's innocent.
And because I want to.
This is Linda Alverine, age 18.
What Brenner did to her
didn't even come out in the trial.
Here!
Look at it, Valerie.
Look at it!
No. I don't wanna look at it, Mother!
- I don't need this!
- Look at her!
Linda's body isn't lying to you.
Look at this photograph!
She's telling you the truth!
You guys.
You read Adam's letters.
He couldn't do any of this to anyone.
Not the Adam Brenner
who's writing to you, no.
No, I'm showing you
the other Adam Brenner.
The one who picked up Linda Alverine
in a parking lot.
The one who raped her
in the back of the van
while he strangled her to death.
Stop it!
The one who sunk his teeth into her
like some rabid dog!
That's the sick son of a bitch
who did this.
No, he couldn't have.
He didn't do it, I know.
I know.
Oh, my God.
Tom and Harriet Banks
are the lucky winners
of this past weekend's
Super Lottery draw.
The pair came forward
to claim their...
Well, well, well,
it's Suzi Q and the Andrews Sisters.
Get up.
Let me show you something.
Come on, come on, come on.
Spot me.
Maybe you'll learn something.
Hey, can I see her?
You're a lucky guy.
She's a fox.
How's it feel, Suzy?
Guard! Guard! Guard!
Guard!
Block 11 to Main Control.
I've got a disturbance
with a possible man down.
Watch out, watch out.
I got you over here.
Now it's your turn.
Hit the wall, now!
Hit the wall.
Come on, you two over there.
Get over there!
Hey! Stand back! Get off!
Stand back!
Stand back! Stand back!
I'll kill you, you mother...
Get back! Get back! Get out!
Guard!
- Guard, get in here! Guard!
- There ain't any guards!
Come on, let's go, let's go!
Yesterday, a vicious attack
took place on my client.
For his own safety, Adam Brenner
had to be removed from San Quentin.
He'll be held at the county jail
until his arraignment.
Will this new murder charge
in any way affect your efforts
to overturn your client's
previous conviction?
Not at all.
His initial trial
was a travesty of justice,
which led directly
to this tragic event.
Hey, honky!
If I was you,
I'd just go for the gusto.
I'd say, "Hey, my man,
why don't you do us all a favor"
"and gas my sorry ass?"
I got brownies from the greasy spoon.
Great.
- Well, how's our illustrious guest?
- I don't know. He ain't sat down yet.
Pussy.
Them brothers gonna carve you up
like a turkey at Christmas time.
Hey! Get off the man's case, Stuart.
After all, that guy's famous, man.
You ain't squat.
Hey, man, don't be dissing me
like that.
Oh, don't you talk to me
like that either.
Who do you think you are?
- Man, who do you think you are?
- You get out of my face!
- Hey, listen, turkey man!
- Get out of my face!
- You got a problem with me?
- Get out of my face!
- Get out!
- Don't go pushing on me!
What's wrong with you?
Help! Help! Guard!
What's going on? What's going on?
He's having a fit, man. Save him!
You go in, I'll cover you from here.
Get back against the wall!
- Move it!
- Get back against the wall!
Oh, Christ, Hamilton.
He's swallowed his tongue!
Come on, help him.
Help him, man! He's choking!
- Shut up!
- I can't hold him! Get some help!
Williams!
Now, give me the keys, man.
Give me the car keys, man.
- Your personal car!
- All right. All right. Here, here.
- Where is it?
- It's the blue Toyota!
Who else is here?
There's nobody here.
They're out to lunch.
- You're lying to me, man.
- I swear to God!
Come on, let's go!
Look, I got a wife
and three kids, man.
Come on!
Let's go!
- Come on!
- Hey, what about him, man?
- No way, man!
- All right, come on!
Come on, come on!
Come on!
Come, come on. Come!
Come on, get down. Get up.
Come on! Come on! Let's go!
Come on! Come on, baby.
Get in!
- Hello.
- Susan, it's Harry.
I'm sorry to wake you,
but this can't wait.
Brenner escaped from jail
about five hours ago.
Now, he escaped with two other guys
so we can't be sure who's in that car.
My guess is,
he's headed in your direction.
Oh, my God.
We're gonna give you as much
protection as we possibly can.
Now, I'd warn Valerie.
And Susan,
keep your gun close.
I will.
Thanks for calling, Harry.
I'll talk to you. Bye.
Valerie.
- Yeeha!
- Hey, cowboy. Buy me a drink?
I'll be looking for some action
here, cowboy.
- Come on!
- You guys.
- You don't, you don't know nothing.
- Oh, leave those guys alone.
All right, come on.
Hoo, hoo.
You're a wild thing.
Whoo-hoo.
Thank you.
- Have a little music?
- Mmm.
I don't think that we need any music.
No!
No!
No.
No.
I want you to promise me something.
What?
If you see Brenner, if he tries
to contact you in any way,
promise me you'll tell me immediately.
I promise.
- OK.
- OK.
Yeah.
Hey darling, where did you get
your license?
Park the car.
You don't think anybody saw me
do that.
- Do you?
- No. No.
Is it OK if we just stay
a few minutes?
Oh, I'm coming,
it won't take longer than that.
Oh!
- I'll meet you inside, OK?
- OK.
I'm just gonna order a Coke.
You're gonna worry yourself
into Social Security.
Look, why don't you just get me
a cheeseburger?
I gotta go hit the ladies' room.
Excuse me.
Hi, gorgeous.
Hi, yourself.
Do I know you from somewhere?
Well, I hope so, Valerie.
Well, whoever you are,
you've got great eyes.
But the name's not Valerie
so I guess I'll just see you around.
Wait a minute.
- What's the matter?
- It's me, Adam.
Come on, let's get out of here.
I don't know who you are, Adam,
but my name isn't Valerie.
And if you don't leave me alone,
I'm gonna call for help.
Wait a minute.
Let go of my arm.
- Valerie.
- Let go of my arm!
Hey, just wait a minute.
Will you check that out?
Doesn't look right to me.
You'd better check those numbers.
- Sandy, you still in here?
- Yeah.
Hi.
- I wanna go home.
- Oh, no way, come on!
We're gonna talk to the guys
at that party.
And the weirdest thing
just happened to me.
This, this really cute guy
named Adam came up to me,
called me Valerie, tried
to pick me up.
It was so strange!
I mean, he just kept saying
the name, "Valerie, Valerie"
over and over again.
It was really weird.
Do you have a brush? Mmm?
Do you have your brush with you?
What's the matter?
Is it that guy
you were telling me about?
It is, isn't it?
- Val, what have you done?
- I gotta go home.
- Hello.
- Lou.
I didn't expect you to be there.
Hi.
Listen.
I've been thinking about a few things,
and I wanna see you tonight.
I hope it's all right.
Yeah sure, except
I'm stuck at the office
for at least another hour.
Is Valerie home?
No, not yet.
- Wait.
- I hear a car coming.
Yeah, looks like she's with James.
- Do you wanna talk with her?
- No, no, it's all right.
Just promise me
you won't let her out of your sight
- ..until I get I get there. OK?
- OK.
I'll see you soon. Bye.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hello.
What's the matter with you?
What's going on?
I'm sorry.
You threatened to call for help!
What was that all about?
Valerie.
Your mom called and she'll be home
in about an hour.
You're not alone.
All right. All right.
We'll have to meet someplace.
You tell me where.
I don't know.
I don't know, the school
or somewhere. I don't know.
How long will it take you
to get there?
I'll get there as fast as I can.
Maybe an hour. Less, if I can.
All right, I'll meet you
in the parking lot.
In 45 minutes.
You better hurry because I won't wait.
What time is it?
Six minutes past 7.
- Where's mom?
- She said she was stuck at the office.
Is something wrong?
Can you give me a ride to school,
please?
Your mom made me promise
not to let you out of my sight
until she got here.
Fine.
Come on, James, answer the phone.
Jeez!
Where are you?
Hello.
James, hi.
I've been trying to call you.
Oh, I couldn't hear the phone.
Listen, I need to ask you a big favor.
I need to get a ride to school,
if you could, please?
I don't know,
I can't explain right now.
It's just really important.
OK, I'll, I'll be over
as soon as I finish up.
OK, when you get here,
just wait and I'll, I'll,
I'll meet you outside.
Please hurry.
Tracy Hooper was given the liver of
a 9-year-old accident victim
in a four-hour operation.
Hooper is in critical
but stable condition,
normal after such an operation.
Her condition will be monitored.
Valerie.
Valerie, I gave your mom my word
that you'd stay here
because we've got a few things
to clear up.
I'd love to.
A drug smuggling ring.
22 pounds of heroin were seized
along with a small amount
of cocaine, marijuana, and hashish.
Police say the ring was centered
in Columbia
with the drugs finding their way
to large city centers.
25 people have been arrested,
and face charges
ranging from smuggling,
to possession for the purpose
of trafficking.
What are you doing here?
I got tired of waiting.
Valerie.
Wait.
I have to finish getting ready,
and then we'll go.
How did you know what I looked like?
Well, your friend Sandy isn't my type.
You're so pretty.
Much prettier than you think you are.
Where is Lou?
How did you get past him?
Please.
Don't.
We've waited such a long time
for this.
No.
No.
Stop it!
Lou! Lou! Lou!
No!
Rotten bitch!
Somebody help!
No!
Valerie.
Valerie! Valerie!
Valerie!
Mommy, no! He's here!
Open the door, Valerie!
Stop and let me in!
Mom!
Mom, no! Come on!
Mommy!
Mommy!
Mommy.
Mommy.
No!
Valerie!
Valerie!
Valerie!
Hello!
Hello!
Wait, please.
You've got to let me in. Wait!
Valerie!
Valerie.
Valerie.
Valerie, come on.
It's just me, Valerie.
There's nowhere else to go.
Come and get me, sweetheart.
Come and get me, you bastard!
Move! Move! Move!
Hold it there, mister.