Yes, maam.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, lord.
This isn't real leather, is it?
This special sucks.
Nice going, kid.
Ought to give you the tip.
Look, in a hundred years,
whos going to care?
The 12-gauge auto-loader.
Thats Italian.
You can go pump or auto.
The .45 long slide,
with laser sighting.
These are brand-new.
We just got them in.
Thats a good gun.
Just touch the trigger,
the beam comes on...
and you put the red dot
where you want the bullet to go.
You can't miss.
Anything else?
A phased plasma rifle
in the 40-watt range.
Just what you see, pal.
The Uzi 9mm.
You know your weapons, buddy.
Any one of these is ideal
for home defense.
So which will it be?
All.
I may close early today.
Theres a fifteen-day wait
on the handguns...
but the rifles
you can take right now.
-You can't do that.
-Wrong.
Hi, baby. Yeah, it's me.
Listen, I need you
to come pick me up.
My bike just broke down.
I don't care what you're doing.
Come and get me. What the--
Hey, man, you got
a serious attitude problem.
Sarah Connor?
I'm on my break, Chuck.
Carlas got my station.
Sarah, come here!
lts about you. Sort of.
It's so incredible.
You're not gonna believe this.
Sit down.
You are going to love this.
-Shh!
-What?
...has been compiled
from several witnesses.
Once again, Sarah Connor,
thirty-five, mother of two...
brutally shot to death
in her home this afternoon.
Your'e dead, honey.
Sorry.
First, I'm gonna rip the buttons
off your blouse one by one...
and then run my tongue
down your neck...
to your bare, gleaming
breasts...
and then slowly...
slowly pull your jeans off,
inch by inch.
Ginger, it's Matt!
And lick your belly in circles,
further and further down...
and then pull your panties off
with my teeth.
Who is this?
Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.
I thought you were...
Can I talk to Ginger, please?
Sure, Bunky.
It's the creep.
First, I'm gonna rip the buttons
off your blouse one by one...
You fucking pigs!
Wait till I get my hands on you!
-Get off of me!
-Sit down, fella.
Ed.
-What do you got?
-Dead girl.
I can see that.
Sarah Ann Connor,
secretary, thirty-five...
shot six times
at less than ten feet.
Large caliber weapon.
You know, these work.
Whats this?
Dead girl two, sent over from
Valley division this afternoon.
I'm sure theres a point
to all of this.
Look at the name, Ed.
Sarah Louise Connor.
Is this right?
You're kidding me.
The press is going to be
short-stroking it all over.
A one-day pattern killer.
I hate the weird ones.
So?
Better than mortal man deserves.
Ginger, have you seen Pugsley?
No, not lately.
Did you check messages?
I thought you did.
Hi, Sarah, this is your mom...
There you are, young man.
You mind your mother.
Hi, Sarah. Dan Moorski.
Somethings come up.
I can't make it tonight.
Just can't get out of it.
Look, I'm really sorry.
I'll make it up to you.
Call you in a day or so, OK?
Sorry. Bye.
That bum.
So what if he has a Porsche?
He can't treat you like this.
It's Friday night,
for Christs sake!
I'll live.
I'll break his kneecaps.
Well, Pugsley still loves me,
don't you, baby?
God. It's disgusting.
I'm gonna go to a movie, kiddo.
You and Matt have a good time
We will. You, too.
Damn it, Matt!
Oh, shit.
Lieutenant, are you aware
that these two killings...
occurred
in the same order...
as their listings
in the phone book?
Now, what can I tell you guys?
No comment.
But weve got two murders--
That coffees two hours cold.
I put a cigarette out in it.
Did you reach the next girl yet?
No. I keep getting
an answering machine.
-Send a unit.
-I sent a unit.
Theres no answer at the door,
and the managers not home.
-Call her.
-I just called her.
Call her again.
Give me a cigarette.
Hi there.
Fooled you.
You're talking to a machine,
but don't be shy, it's OK.
Machines need love, too,
so talk to it.
Same shit.
I can hear it now.
Hes going to be called
the goddamn "Phone Book Killer."
I