Blood Relatives (Les liens de sang)

Help!

Hello?

Finished! I'm glad to be through with that one!

How old do you think she is?

16, 17.

Stand by, stand by.

- No rest for the wicked, eh? - Well, at least the rain stopped.

You know what they do in England when it rains?

- No. Tell me. - They let it rain.

Can I leave now?

- Did they take your name and address? - Uh-huh.

You can go now.

- Did a nice job on her. - The carotid artery...

...the jugular, the trachea: all cut.

Notice her hands?

Defence wounds. She put up her hands and got cut on the fingers.

And the wrists.

Was she raped?

I can't tell that till I get her downtown. Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

A comb... menthol cigarettes...

Two ten-dollar bills. Three quarters. One subway token.

Here's her Social Security card. Her name was Muriel Stark.

She left blood marks on the door.

She came into the room and collapsed by that desk.

We called a nurse and put her in the first-aid room.

- Is she conscious? - I think so.

Sergeant Detective Klinger's with her now.

She says her cousin was killed. They were both attacked.

What time is it?

Twenty past twelve. Do you wanna know about the phone call?

Yeah, shoot.

Just after you received the call...

...Mrs Lowery called to say she was worried about her daughter and niece...

...who'd gone to a party and hadn't returned.

Her daughter is called Patricia and her niece is Muriel Stark.

Patricia wore a blue dress and the other a white blouse and blue skirt.

Sergeant Detective Klinger had all patrols alerted.

Yeah, it all fits.

- Is there any coffee? - Oh, yeah.

OK.

I'll go upstairs and I'll talk to the girl.

Then I'll go back and... have a look at where it all happened, I guess.

And the mother? Should we tell her?

- There's no sugar. - No sugar?

So, what about the mother?

- Wait till I come down. - She must be worried.

For what I have to tell her she can wait another ten minutes.

Hi. She didn't have to go to the hospital?

I had Lucy on hand. I thought it best not to move her.

I had everything I needed.

She's much better now.

She says her cousin was killed on Old Stable Street.

Lucy, go and get yourself a cup of coffee, and take that down with you.

- There's no sugar. - Thanks.

See you later, Lucy.

Can you talk to us now?

My name is Steve Carella.

This is Sergeant Detective Bert Klinger.

Your mother said you and your cousin went to a party. Is that right?

Did you see Mummy?

No, she phoned us. She's a little worried. Your name's Patricia, right?

Yeah.

What time did all this happen?

We left the party at about 10.30.

- Were you heading home? - Yeah.

Can you tell us what happened?

When we left, it wasn't raining, so we decided to walk home.

It's not too far from home, and Muriel felt like walking.

When it started to rain we began to run, ducking in doorways.

We were two blocks from Paul's house when it began to pour.

- Paul? - Paul Gaddis.

He's the guy who had the party. It was his 18th birthday.

How old are you?

Fifteen. I'll be sixteen December 12th.

- And your cousin? - Seventeen.

You were a couple of blocks from Paul's.

It rained harder and harder, so Muriel and I ran into that building.

Why that one in particular?

I don't know. Muriel was leading the way. I think... the door was open.

- Did your cousin live with you? - Yes.

She's lived with us since she was 13. Her parents were killed in a car accident.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

I have an older brother. He's 19.

- Your brother lives at home? - Please... may I sit up?

- Sure. Are you feeling a little better? - Yeah.

- Your brother lives at home with you? - Yes.

- Did he go to the party with you? - No, he was working.

What kind of work?

He's trying to earn some pocket money. Sometimes he works in a local snack bar.

They often call him on a Saturday night when they've a lot of customers.

If he'd come, this wouldn't have happened.

- Would you tell us what happened? - We were watching the rain...

...and it lasted and lasted. I told Muriel we should run for it...

...but she didn't want to spoil her dress.

It was coming down in sheets.

There was no-one in the street. Everything was deserted.

We must have been there at least a good five minutes when...

I still don't know how he got there.

Maybe he was asleep somewhere... I don't know.

This man suddenly appeared out of the shadow and grabbed Muriel's wrist.

She opened her mouth to scream, but...

...she saw the knife and couldn't scream, I guess.

- Hey, wake up! - Go away.

I said wake up!

- What are you doing here? - Trying to get some sleep.

What's that on your shirt?

- Where? - There. Is it blood?

Oh, yeah. Blood. What do you guys want?

We're police officers. What's your name?

Lewis Sully.

- What you doin' here this time of night? - I told you. Trying to sleep.

- How did you get blood on your shirt? - I was in a fight.

- Where? - A bar I go to.

- How long you been here? - I don't know. What time is it?

A little past two.

I don't know. You got a cigarette?

When did you have that fight?

About...

10.30 or 11 o'clock.

Hey! Come back here!

- Leave me alone, goddamn it! - Shut up, you bastard!

- Hair? - Dark.

- Did you see his eyes? - He had blue eyes.

- Would you recognise him again? - Yes, I would.

- What kind of a knife was it? - It was just a knife...

...like you see in any kitchen.

He made Muriel get down on her knees.

He told her she was going to do what he wanted her to do.

He said "Go on, take it. I know you want it."

I was watching them.

Suddenly he started stabbing her. It was terrible to watch.

He stabbed her again and again. I couldn't believe it was really happening.

I knew what would happen next: he was going to force me to do the same thing.

I couldn't escape. I couldn't move. I just stood there when he kept doing it to her.

And then he turned to me and said: "You're next."

I thought he was going to force me the way he forced Muriel...

...but then I realised he was going to kill me.

He was coming at me. He was aiming at my face with his knife.

I lifted my hand to protect myself. I raised my arm like this to protect my face...

...and he cut my hand, I guess.

Then I raised the other hand.

He was pushing me against the wall, slashing at my hands.

He cut open my dress. I remembered what he did to Muriel's breasts...

...and I screamed at the top of my lungs, but no-one heard me.

When I screamed, he slashed my face. I don't know how I got away from him.

I think I kicked him, because I remember he was lying on the ground groaning.

Then I heard him yelling behind me...

...and I thought, if I head for home, he might catch up with me...

...and there was nobody in the streets. Nobody.

But if I ran to the police station there'd be cops all around...

...so that's where I ran.

- Was he following you? - I think so, but I slipped and fell...

...and I didn't hear anyone behind me.

Maybe he gave up.

You don't have to worry any more, Patricia.

I'll take you to the hospital, you'll meet your mother...

...and then she'll take you home.

- That man... will you find him? - Yeah. We'll find him.

The carotid and the internal jugular were cut. The left lobe of the thyroid was cut.

The anterior portion of the trachea was also cut.

No trace of sperm in the vagina, in the rectum, or in the mouth...

...and none on her clothes, either.

I'm not saying she wasn't raped, but he didn't ejaculate.

One wound does indicate a sexual assault:

The vagina was completely lacerated. A pointed instrument was introduced...

...cutting the left iliac artery. That's all I can tell you.

OK. Thank you.

- What did he say? - He has another story... even better.

- Why'd you fight with him? - I'm afraid of cops.

That's your reason for taking a swing at them?

Panic, that's all.

This guy likes to mix it up. Tell the inspector your story.

I had a little set-to with my wife.

I came in sloshed, we argued, I belted her. She started to bleed from the nose.

She told me to get the hell out. She was pouring blood all over.

- Maybe I went a bit too far. - Do you beat her up often?

I don't beat her up! I slap her around! You know, a few drinks, slap her around...

Tonight I took off, and ended up where he found me.

Book him.

- She won't beef. She knows I love her. - Go see how his wife is.

Find out if that's her blood on his shirt.

- You can't book me! - I just did!

I like it when I hold you like this.

Makes you feel like a little lady, huh?

Dad... we're like lovers.

Ohh, no... that's something else.

Hi!

Your wife said I'd find you at the bake shop.

Blueberry pie!

- Hi! - Hi, good-looking!

You wanna take Speedy? I have to talk to your dad.

The lab called. The victim's blood type is type 0. The other girl's blood type is A.

The stains on Sully's shirt are type B. Also his wife has type-B blood.

Did you talk to Moran?

Yeah. He said Mrs Lowery went to pick up her daughter.

Sully's wife's in pretty bad shape, though. He broke her jaw, nose, and collarbone.

Moran wants to know what to do with him.

I'll keep him as long as I can. We need to get out the files on sex offenders...

...and pull in tall, dark, blue-eyed ones.