be eaten!
Some big guys grabbed me
off the street last night.
- Were you sexually assaulted?
- No, thank God. They needed a virgin.
You're still a virgin?
My hat's off to you, ma'am.
Hope you stay that way.
[Cheering]
Streebek, quick! Do something.
It's constricting.
Distract it.
Anybody need boots?
Stop them!
Go!
Kill the good! Kill the good!
Kill the good! Kill the good!
Kill the good! Kill the good!
Kill the good! Kill the good!
Kill the good!
You are under arrest.
You can remain silent.
If you waive that right, anything you
say can and will be used against you.
For crying out loud!
How come his is so much bigger
than yours?
- Miss?
- The gun.
I've never needed more.
Come on, Joe!
Gosh! I'm terribly sorry!
Our car! We can steal it back.
Right.
I'll drive.
Forget it. We're responsible
for a civilian's safety.
And frankly, you don't belong
behind the wheel of a car.
Hang on and keep your head down.
Good driving!
Yes, you were wonderful.
Excuse me, miss.
I never did catch your name.
Swail. Connie Swail.
- Your name is Friday?
- Joe.
Joe.
Joe.
Pep.
Pep Streebek.
Glad to meet you.
[Friday] You certainly have
a beautiful home, Miss Swail.
You bet. Can the Beaver
come out and play?
- [Streebek] Good night.
- [Connie] Good night.
Will I ever see you again, Joe?
Absolutely.
You're our main witness.
We'd like you to come downtown,
take a look at the mug books...
see if you can make a positive I.D.
On the man you saw.
I'll have a policewoman come here
tonight, keep an eye on the house...
and bring you downtown
to Parker Center tomorrow.
Here's my card.
You'll be needed
for further questioning.
I don't know why, but...
somehow I feel
I could tell you anything, Joe.
Friday, January 9, 3:12 a.m.
We returned from Anaheim where we had
dropped off the virgin Connie Swail.
I telephoned Captain Gannon at home,
waking him.
After absorbing minutes
of gratuitous verbal abuse...
I requested him to meet us
as soon as possible at his office.
Come in.
- Evening, Captain.
- Captain.
3:35 a.m.
We related the details of our successful
follow-up on the Pagan robberies...
and briefed Captain Gannon on the
outlandish festival we had attended...
even going so far
as to demonstrate the goat dance...
we had engaged in
as part of our undercover role.
This music was pulsating
over and over again.
Stop it!
At this point, Captain Gannon
became quite upset.
He accused us of being
on a drinking binge...
and based on our appearance, seemed
reluctant to contact the sheriff...
to investigate the area.
Captain, call the sheriff's department.
I have the directions to the compound.
Hay fever?
Illegal hallucinogenic love drugs.
The Pagans were taking them.
We tried to fit in.
If it weren't for the drugs, we couldn't
have gotten away from the snake.
The snake!
I forgot about the snake.
How big did you say it was again?
- 30 feet.
- 20 feet.
We'd like to have you come to the crime
scene and visually verify our report.
If you could call
Commissioner Kirkpatrick...
we believe this incident, because of its
magnitude, is worthy of her attention.
Do you have any idea
what time it is?
- Yes, sir.
- Don't ask him that, Captain.
- It's 4:27 a.m., sir.
- He lives for that. It's in his blood.
Thursday, January 8, 5:45 a.m.
Having gained Captain Gannon's grudging
agreement to contact the commissioner...
and proceed with us
to the San Gabriel Mountains...
we eventually arrived at the scene
of the previous night's debauchery.
What is this?
Some sort of juvenile cop humour?
And where the hell
is this supposed Pagan festival?
I can't understand it. There was a huge
screen with Pagan vision written on it.
Yeah! Yeah! This was the hole
that was filled with water.
We had to dive in to save the virgin
being eaten by the giant snake.
Who are these painted cretins?
- Two of my best men, ma'am.
- That's right. That's right.
They're heading up