The Jigsaw Murders

Oh there's got to be something in here.

I need perishables.

Yes, here.

Oh, there's a shoe, I knew it.

Mamoulian!

Open up, it's the police!

Jeez, he went out the window!

Stay on him, I'll cut him off.

Halt, police!

You're under arrest.

Okay man, relax.

Out.

Jesus, where'd you come from?

Joe, you okay?

Yeah.

I lost track of you, partner.

I wasn't sure I had a clear shot.

Hey, it's okay.

I'll get out an APB.

Hey pard, we avoided the use

of unnecessary violence, didn't we?

Let's go.

Here all day.

Leave me the fuck alone.

Book them.

Need some help?

No, I got it, Paul.

Morning, Captain.

Oh, this is a great lens.

Elliot, I can even make you look good.

So what do you think?

George, it's a wonderful camera

and I'm sure you're a great photographer.

I will take beautiful pictures at your wedding.

Look, I appreciate the offer.

But the thing is, Vivian and I agreed

we'd have a simple ceremony.

And it's just gonna be me and her and Joe and Deb.

Debbie's maid of honor.

You know I won an award... sorry.

George, it wouldn't be fair.

Elliot, please.

A wedding is a joyous event.

It is something to be shared.

You want my advice, Greenfield?

Call it off.

Bail it now while you can still take your balls with you.

Don't listen to him,

he's never even been married.

Fuck, I know better.

I've seen the casualties.

Like your partner.

Shit, he's been through the nutcracker twice.

Look at him.

Do you believe this guy's only 35 years old?

Lay off the kid, will you Bauman?

He's nervous enough as it is.

Hey, I was just joking around.

I didn't mean nothing.

Do us all a favor and say what you mean.

DaVonzo, Greenfield, in my office.

Nice tie.

Big man.

If he weren't soaked with Jack Daniels,

I might even be scared.

Yes sir?

One of our black and whites picked up

Mamoulian stalled on La Brea.

The DA says he can get 10 years on a parking ticket.

You did good work, both of you.

Thank you sir.

In the meantime, this just fell into our laps.

It was pulled out of a storm drain last night

near the river.

Oh god.

Some bag lady found its twin in a trash bin

behind a shoe store on Welden.

Jane Doe?

So far.

No ID, no witnesses.

This is really sick.

Exactly, which means the media will eat it up.

Now obviously, a timely arrest

would be greatly appreciated by all concerned.

Where are the legs now?

Forensics.

Talk to Dr. Fillmore.

I'm on the case, sir.

Ah, Joseph.

Sir?

How you feeling?

In the pink.

I was told that you left the alcoholics rehab program.

Now that concerns me.

Well enough's enough, they did their job.

Yeah, I've been reviewing your record.

Seems you've been passed over for promotion

twice in the past five years,

both times for the same reason.

Impaired performance due to the use of alcohol

while on duty.

Well, that's in the past.

I'm off the booze now.

Good.

See it stays that way, huh?

I could use another Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

I'm Kathy Vincent from Famous Actors,

I'm here to read for the part of Luanne

in Red September.

Right.

Could you please take a seat?

Somebody will be with you in a few minutes.

Okay.

Ah jeez.

Not a whole lot to go on, is it?

Oh no, there's plenty.

If you know what to look for.

A femur structure and calcium deposits

indicate she was between 20 and 25 years of age.

She stood about five foot four,

weighed 110 to 120 pounds.

She also exercised.

Good muscle tone.

Oh jeez.

Any fingerprints?

No, just cotton fiber.

The killer probably handled the shanks

with cotton gloves.

Cause of death?

Well it was a chainsaw.

Chainsaw?

You got sand in the leg hairs indicating

that she was killed in the beach or at the desert.

Rigor mortis prolonged behind the calf and the thigh

will suggest that she was brought back into the city

where the killer dismembered the remains

leaving behind telltale tooth marks

and lubricant residue.

Am I good at this or what?

Excuse me.

What's with him?

Yeah, it really stretches the imagination.

Why murder someone out in the boonies

and go to all the trouble of dragging them back

into the city just to cut them up,

spread them around town?

Maybe it's your typical pathetic cry for attention.

Sort of makes you wonder why they just

don't rent a billboard.

Thanks Doc, you've been a big help.

I've got something else for your notes.

What?

It's not exactly medical.

The lady appreciated fine art.

Now, remember.

You're a well bred girl from the suburbs.

Suddenly thrust into a situation where you must survive

by your own wits.

Your father abandoned the family when you were

three years old.

Leaving you with deep, latent insecurities.

At 14, you had your first sexual encounter

with your parish priest.

It was physically pleasant but left you morally confused.

You like Chinese food, hate mathematics,

and never return your library books on time.

You got it?

I think so.

Okay, good.

Whenever you're ready.

Make me feel her.

Mr. Quigley!

What are you doing with that knife?!

Let her try that one more time.

That was good, Kathy.

Can you try the scream one more time?

Make it more Guidard and less De Palma.

Less De Palma.

Oh!

O for six with five to go.

Geez, you think at least one tattoo parlor

would keep records of what designs

they do for which customers.

What for?

Make our job easier?

We're not gonna find this bastard

in the yellow pages, you know.

You okay, pard?

No, not really.

I hate this kind of case.

Young girl, mutilation.

I tell you partner, I want this wacko's ass.

Well, I got a sawbuck that says we get

this wacko's butt by Thursday.

Why Thursday?

My wedding!

Oh yeah.

Oh ho.