Dead Air (46) Good evening, Toronto. This is CTOK 92.3 FM, and we're talking about your intimate secrets... -- Christina Nobel Hello, Doctor. Who am I talking to? Not who you think. Okay, Mister not who I think, you want to pick up where Carol left off? Well, I want to talk about ... blondes, sexy blondes, that I can talk to, and say I'm not going to hurt you if you respect my feelings. I bet your girlfriends love that. Oh yeah, well, she knows she doesn't respect my feelings, so she just tries to beg for mercy instead. Oh? -- Matthew and Christina This is sounding a little twisted to me. Yeah, it is. Maybe that's why it is so much fun. I can't even help what happens next, Doctor. You can't, huh? And what is it that comes next? What comes next is I wrap the cord around her neck... Wait a minute... ...Pull it tight. No, look, this isn't good. If this is your idea of a joke, I'm going to have to take you off the air. Too late...she's dead. -- Christina and Matthew You say you have no idea who this could have been, never heard this voice before? No I don't. I haven't. And I know voices, I've been doing call-in shows for a long time. -- and Stonetree Whoa! Is the meter still running? Sorry, I didn't see you. Oh, that's okay. -- Nick and Christina You've been telling her stories again? She couldn't handle it if I had. -- Nick and Stonetree Apparently some guy murdered a woman during a call-in on her show. On the air. Right on the radio. Beamed out to the whole city. And you think its a hoax? Well, I have no proof that it isn't. Well, I don't know. She didn't look as if she was on a publicity tour. -- Stonetree and Nick Never listen to the stuff. The job's enough of a reminder of what a colorful world we live in. I know what real fear looks like. She was scared. Scared that the ratings might slip. No. She had that cornered look like she'd gotten in too deep. Oh, come on, Nick! You know that I worry for you? Every time you fall for this damsel in distress routine! For our information, Christina Nobel is a hardened pro. I'll bet you right now she's back in the saddle again, so to speak. I'll bet you a slice of heathcrunch pie says I'm right... Those listeners who were tuned in last night, pretty intense. The police are looking into it. We're going to try and continue with all the best talk in town... -- Schanke, Nick and Christina (on the radio) See what I mean? Last week she had a guy on talking about making out with his mother-in-law. The week before that the subject was single women who've made it with pizza delivery boys. I mean, come on! She even had a discussion on... I thought you never listened to that stuff, Schank. Well..., you know, once in a while I do. Oh, once in a while, yeah. Research! -- Schanke and NIck Take over the wheel! Where are you going? Calling in what's going on. I'll meet you back at the station. Well, you have no idea what we're... Knight! -- Nick and Schanke 81-Kilo, Dispatch, turn on CTOK, we've got another possible homicide in progress. -- Schanke Who's telling you to do this? Who's telling me? I don't know. What's important is she's nothing and she has to die. -- Christina and Matthew Because he is nothing, Nicholas, that's why he is going to die. And because we are nothing, Nicholas, that's why he's going to die slowly. -- LaCroix I really didn't want to call the police, but I know something is wrong, I just know it. How do you know? Well, the dog, he's been barking like crazy in here, and nobody has seen her for two days. -- Woman and Schanke This stuff makes vampires look like cute little schoolboys. You know, I see this thing over and over, I understand why it happens technically, but.. But understanding it psychologically is another matter, right? -- Natalie and Nick Well? Well what? Do you want me to take a wild guess? Do I have a choice? 'Fraid not, so far we don't have a weapon or a motive. But we think this might be the victim of last night's on-air murder. Why? The progression of rigor-mortor indicates she's been dead between 18 and 20 hours. The time of the call-in. Not enough. -- Stonetree, Nick, Schanke, and Natalie There's got to be another link here somewhere. Wait a sec. Where's the phone. It's bagged, were checking it for prints. Let me see. Well, here's to modern conveniences. Automatic redial. Ctok radio, can I help you? -- Stonetree, Nick, Schank, and CTOK receptionist Let's keep this one under wraps. No press, no one. Anything that the entire city doesn't already know, is ours and ours alone. Nick, I want you to go down to the radio station tomorrow. In the meantime, we'd better start checking motel bridal suites. Well, how come he gets the live ones? They like him. -- Stonetree and Schanke Hello, you're on CTOK. Who am I speaking with? Guess? Why? Do I know you? You may think you do, but there's knowing someone and then there's really knowing someone, and I don't think you have a clue, Doctor. Then why don't you give me one. -- Christina and Matthew You didn't call to talk about my feelings, you called to talk about your feelings. How do you know? -- Christina and Matthew There's a call for Detective Knight, should I put it on the speaker? Who is it? It's a Detective Schanke. Oh. Schanke. He's your biggest fan. He must have been listening in. -- Man and Nick So now its just a race against time. It tends to be that way when you're dealing with a serial killer. -- Nick and Schanke LaCroix. LaCroix, look! He does look like your father, doesn't he? If you're going to drink his blood, do it and be done with it! -- Janette and Nick Nicholas I hope that someday you will come to realize and appreciate the greater depths of satisfaction that can be plumbed in killing for the pleasure...for the sheer creativity of doing it. You sicken me, LaCroix. Don't watch. -- LaCroix and Nick Oh, you must be Detective Schanke. One of my biggest fans. -- Christina Man-oh-man-oh-man! Don't you have any of this on computer? Your warrant specifies our records, not our database. -- Schanke and Nurse He doesn't feel part of the human race. Less than. So, the rules that apply for us, don't apply for him. That's what enables him to go on killing, punishing. -- Christina Psychiatry doesn't promise miracles. Why do you expect yourself to be a miracle worker? After he was discharged, he brutalized and killed his mother. So, that's why you left the practice. Yeah, that's why I gave up my couch for a phone, my respectablity for pop psychology. -- Nick and Christina So, our killer could be acting out his fantasy, his fantasy of killing his mother. Yes, it's possible. But it's not his mother, so that's why he has to do it over and over again. -- Nick and Christina He does look like your father, doesn't he? How can you be so cruel? It was bred into me. No. No. We're killers, not torturers. I was refering to a more insidious kind of breeding. You're right, the resemblance is uncanny. Tell me you love me, father. Say I love you, Oedipus. Say I'm sorry, Oedipus, and forgive me, Oedipus, my son, for the treacherous introduction to the world that I gave you. Oedipus killed his father by accident. Nobody believes that...not anymore! -- Janette, Nick and LaCroix What were you thinking letting her in on that site? She's practically press! The whole city is going to know every detail, including every potential copy-cat psycho from here to Great Bear Lake! -- Stonetree If you're gonna hire a psychiatrist for this case, let's get a real one! -- Stonetree What do you want? Boy am I getting the runaround here! For this I want overtime. What have you got? Blisters on my corneas, for one thing. -- Stonetree and Schanke Okay, that's great. That's fabulous! That's N-O-R-M-A-N Bates. Norman Bates. Hasta la bye-bye. -- Schanke Hello, Norman. Come to papa. -- Schanke Well, hello there, and good evening, Toronto. This is Nick Knight sitting in for Dr. Christina Nobel. Come on, let's have some callers. -- Nick The lines are open, if anyone out there feels like talking. Tonight's subject is fantasy. Have you ever acted yours out? -- Nick You left me because you didn't care about me! -- Matthew There must be somebody out there who's not afraid to push the envelope... Who's that? It must be a guest host. Come on Toronto, tell me about the ultimate, the ultimate fantasy in life, not in dreams. -- Nick, Matthew, and Christina. So your fantasy is to talk on the radio, huh? Oh, no, I've done that a few times. My fantasy is something else. Well, why don't you tell us about it, and give me some details so we can savor it right along with you. Detail? You want detail. I'll give you detail. -- Nick and Matthew I hate you, Mother. I'm going to kill you for making me hate you... -- Matthew You did everything you could to help him. -- Nick Since when do you like opera, or is this just another aspect of your self-adminstered media literacy program? Hmmm? -- Nick The hour is late and the mood is kinky here on CTOK. This is Marsha and I want to hear from you... I thought so. Give me a break. I just wanted to hear how the new host is working out, you know. Oh yeah, sure. Tonight I want to hear from all the uniformed men in the city. What's it like do women really get turned on by your uniform. Come on guys, tell us about your experience. -- Marsha, Nick and Schanke Schanke, c'mon. Would you cut me some slack! Are you kidding, this subject was invented for you. I mean, I'm sure you've got some old war stories! Hang it up, hang it up, hang THAT up! Repression is a serious thing, Schanke. Hang it up, hang it up! Give it to me! No, It's almost as bad as denial. I don't want to see you in denial. It's unhealthy. Keep it up and in no time you'll be on Dr. Nobel's new couch, eh?. -- Nick and SChanke I can't believe you are doing this! Hello, are you a man in uniform? Yeah, just hang on a second, okay? Hello... Yes, you're on the air. It happened when I was a rookie... --Schanke, Marsha, and Nick