bET. STURGIS: Uh-huh.
MR. TOKARIK: Now what are you pulling out?
bET. STURG~s: I think it's obvious. This is a mask.
MR. TOKARIK: I fail to see MR. JONES: No big deal. It's from the carnival-Delta Psi's carnival. They dressed me up as a witch. I kept the mask for a souvenir.
bET. STURGIS: Kristie Kirkash kept it. You gave it to her last week and told her to keep it.
MR. JONES: So?
bET. SrvRGIS: So I think you put this on when you injected Cassie. So you'd look like a woman-the wicked witch.
MR. TOKARIK: Ridiculous.
MR. JONES: I agree with you there, Tony.
bET. SrvRGIS: A souvenir, huh? Why'd you give it to Kristie?
MR. JONES: She's a Delta Psi. I thought the sorority would like to have it.
bET. SrvRGIS: Considerate.
MR. JONES: I'm their faculty adviser. What's the big bET. S'n'RGIS: You have a thing for your students, don't you? That's how you met your wife, isn't it? She was your student.
MR. JONES: It's not unusual-the teacher-student relationship..
bET. STURGtS: What about it?
MR. JONES: Often.. sometimes it leads to intimacy.
bET. STURGis: You tutor her, too? Your wife?
MR. JONES: As a matter of fact, I did. But she was hopeless-not very bright at all.
bET. STURGIS: But you married her anyway. How come? A smart guy like you.
MR. JONES: I was smitten 'this spring of love.' bET. STURGIS: You met in the spring?
MR. JONES: It's a quotationbET. STURGIS: Shakespeare?
MR. JONES: As a matter of fact, yes. I fell deeply in love and was taken advantage of. A romantic nature. My be''te noire.
bET. SrvRGIS: What about Karl Sobran? He take advantage of you too?
MR. JONES: With Karl it was different with him, ironically, I wasn't naive. I knew what he was, right away, but I felt I could help him channel his impulses.
bET. STURGIS: What did you know he was?
MR. JONES: Classic antisocial sociopath. But contrary to popular belief, those types don't lack consciences. They merely suspend them at their convenience-read Sarnenow.
As a police officer, you really should. Where was I? Karl. Karl is very bright. I was hoping to direct his intelligence in a constructive manner.
bET. SrvRGIs: Like murder for hire?
MR. TOKARIK: Don't answer that.
MR. JONES: Stop sighing, Tony. That's ridiculous. Of course not.
bid Karl actually say that?
