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Tonight on Hunter.

Ram's lullaby. The killer apparently
placed it in her hand after he murdered

her. You don't think he could have sat
here and listened to it after she'd be

dead, do you?

Looks that way.

The popular British press refers to this
monster as the lullaby killer. The

victim's an English girl by the name of
Cherry Stevens. She's a hooker. The

young woman's neck was broken, more than
likely from a rapid downward movement

from behind.

If he finds another British prostitute,
he will kill again.

Now look, this guy's out there. Let's
get him.

Looking for a little action tonight?

I'm talking about real excitement. The
best thing in your life. Hi, I'm Angela.

If you want thrills, forget about her.

I would have had her. Oh, get out of my
face. Thank you, pal.

Hey,

come on, love.

Give a girl a fighting chance.

Liverpool, aren't you?

That's right.

Me and the Beatles.

Let me guess.

You must be from London.

I can see you're a man that's used to
the best.

Come on, look. You won't regret it.

All right.

Get in.

What's your name?

Why are we stopping here?

I thought I'd buy you a little present.

It's very nice of you, love, but it's
not really necessary.

I thought I'd like to.

I'll be right back.

That's right, Brahms' Lullaby.

It's one of our most popular items.

We have some in larger sizes, if you
like.

A small one will be fine.

Excuse me a moment.

Charlie, what are you doing here? I was
driving into the office. I heard the

call.

What have we got?

Well, the victim's an English girl by
the name of Cherry Stevens.

Somebody broke her neck. The landlady
who found her said that she's a hooker.

Charlie, take a look at this.

We found it in the palm of her hand.

Lid was open.

Brahms' lullaby.

We think whoever killed the girl placed
it in her hand after he killed her.

Wait, you mean he...

Put it there and then sat and listened
to it after she was dead?

Sounds like some kind of ritual.

Sergeant Hunter.

We got a lady outside. Says she's a
friend of the victim.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'd like to see Captain Devane, please.

Is he expecting you, sir? Yes. Would you
tell him that Lord Fraser, British

consul, is here?

Are you certain that she didn't own the
music box and the photograph?

I've never seen it at her apartment.

Well, mind you, she could have bought
it. I don't know everything she owns.

What about the kinky customer? Does she
have any of those?

We've all had our share.

No, but Cherry was one of the smart
ones.

She was very careful.

If she even sensed that her jaw was a
little bent, well, she'd back off.

You and Sherry spent a lot of time
together, didn't you? That's right.

With a bunch of us British girls working
the street, being away from home, we

like to stick together.

Okay.

According to your last booking sheet,
your address is in the Silver Lake

District. Is that still true?

Yeah, that's my address.

Thanks very much.

Yeah, Paul, do me a favor. Take Miss
Anders back to her car, would you?

Thanks, Marge. We'll be in touch.

Hunter, McCall.

This is Lord Frazier, the British consul
here in Los Angeles.

Sergeants McCall and Hunter. Lord
Frazier, how are you?

Sergeants. Hello.

One of Lord Frazier's assistants this
morning showed him the report on the

Cherry Stevens murder.

He seems to think that there's a good
possibility the killer may be from

England. Is that right?

Over the past five years, 25 young
prostitutes have been murdered in the

Kingdom. Their necks were broken in
exactly the same way as described in the

report I received.

That's why I came in.

Now, Lord Fraser, in all these
homicides, there was a music box found

the Brahms lullaby.

Yes, the popular British press refers to
this monster as the lullaby killer.

Representative from Scotland Yard will
be here in the morning.

We really appreciate Scotland Yard
sending someone over so quickly.

I'd like to go to the crime scene. I
thought we'd stop by the hotel first to

give you a chance to get cleaned up.
Crime scene, please.

That's what you want.

Commander Fort King, have Sergeants
McCall and Hunter meet me at the Cherry

Stevens crime scene, please.

Hunter, McCall?

This is Inspector Foster. Inspector,
these are our investigators, Sergeants

Hunter and McCall. Inspector, how are
you? How do you do?

Well, where would you like to start?

The victim was found lying on this bed
on her back?

That's right.

There was no sexual assault, no
identifiable fingerprints, nothing in

apartment was missing or disturbed.

She was adamant about coming here first.

And the music box?

Oh, yeah.

Vega.

Each of our victims had a different type
of music box in her right hand, but it

always played the same tune, Brahms'
Lullaby.

You know, you're, uh...

Certainly welcome to our medical
examiner's preliminary report, if you'd

The young woman's neck was broken, more
than likely from a rapid downward snap

from behind.

Well, what do you make of all this then,
Bricker?

It's been five weeks since he struck in
England.

I don't know why, but he's here in Los
Angeles.

Somehow he ran across a British girl who
was a prostitute, which means it's not

over.

If he finds another British prostitute.

He will kill again.

Hello? Yes, is this Margie? Yes.

Yes, a friend gave me your number. I'm
in town for a few weeks and I'm looking

for a little entertainment.

So you're British.

Yes, I think it would be quite pleasant
to spend some time with someone from

home.

Can we get together?

I don't see why not.

By Margie?

Margie hasn't lived at a Silver Lake
address in more than five months.

Check Hollywood Boulevard?

Yep, sure did. No one's seen her
tonight.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

Didn't trust us very much, you know.

I thought we were going to have a good
time.

I consider photographing a woman as
beautiful as you a wonderful time.

Whatever turns you on.

Now, let's see you a little bit more
sexy.

How's that?

Yes, that's nice.

Oh, that's nice.

That's very nice.

Where's the lip, darling?

Put your head back a little more.

Let me try something.

I think you're just perfect.

So, you're interested more than
photography after all.

That's right.

I am.

The landlady came to collect the rent
and found the body.

She says that she didn't see anyone
entering or leaving the place last

Okay, check with the neighbors and see
if they saw anything.

Okay, Rick.

These girls think it can never happen to
them.

Margie and Cherry were friends. I don't
think this is just a coincidence here.

You must have found Cherry's address
book.

If that's true, then there's a man out
there who's got a list of a lot of

British prostitutes all over L .A.

I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you in my
office. I had to put in an appearance

here. That's quite all right, Lord
Frazier.

This is Inspector Foster from Scotland
Yard. Ah, yes. The Home Office told me

you were coming.

I suppose you know this involved a truck
again last night.

Yes, I know. Are you convinced it's the
same man from home?

Absolutely. Lord Frazier, the lift.

Yes, in my office.

Frankly, I don't know what good it'll do
you.

Hundreds of British tourists flood into
Southern California this time of the

year. Well, that's why we need it
quickly.

Yes, well, I'll get it for you. He
didn't have to cross the ocean to kill

British prostitutes. I think he came
here on business and he ran into his

victims by chance.

Well, that makes sense.

But there are still more than 400 names
on that list.

Ah, there you are, Andrew.

That's Lord Rutherford, an old family
friend.

This gathering is in his honour.

Tony!

I'd like you to meet Sergeant Hunter of
the Los Angeles Police Department. Lord

Rutherford, how are you? And Inspector
Foster from Scotland Yard.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
interrupt.

Are they here regarding that nasty
business I told you about?

Oh, yes.

Do you really think that monster is
here?

Well, it's a possibility.

I'm a great admirer of your work, Lord
Utterman.

Please, call me Tony.

Tony came in from Singapore a few weeks
ago. He's here to update his latest

book, Brits Around the World. Wonderful
photographs.

I heartily recommend it. Lord Fisher,
the list?

Yes, of course. Tony?

Pleasure. Nice meeting you all.

The killer attacks sporadically with no
particular plan.

He's gone for as long as five or six
weeks without attacking.

We think he's unable to control his
mood.

But when certain stimuli are present, he
gets the urge to kill even when it's

unsafe for him to do so.

Thank you, Inspector Monster.

Any questions?

Hunter. McCarthy.

Rude.

You got the list of the British
nationals that are in Los Angeles.

I know it's a big job, but they gotta be
checked out.

Party aims?

There's a lot of stores in the area that
carry the type of music box we found at

the scene of the crime. Check them out.
I assume the vice is checking out the

street. Yeah, they are, but they're not
having a lot of luck. These gals don't

want to talk to the cops, you know.

Well, explain to them that two of them
have already died at this man's hand.

Come on, push them.

Now, look, this guy's out there. Let's
get him.

Good shot.

I love it.

Would you move this way just a touch?

Wonderful.

Oh, very close.

Wonderful.

Excuse me.

I didn't mean to interrupt your shot,
but by some small chance, are you Lord

Anthony's relative?

By some small chance, I am.

Would you mind stepping in? Yes, of
course. Thank you.

You know, this is indeed an honor. I'm a
very big fan of yours.

I've got your book back home. Really?

Name's Avery Thompson.

As you can see, I'm a bit of an amateur
photographer myself.

I say, you wouldn't happen to have a
moment to take a look at some of my

would you? I've got a few samples back
at the room.

Perhaps some other time.

Well, yes, yes, I'd like that very much.

You see, I'm doing some business here,
and I'll be at the Hotel Excalibur for

the next few days, so...

Possibly, if you get the chance, you
could bring me up there. I'm sorry, but

rather busy on this trip.

Ah, yes, of course, I understand.

Good day, Mr Thompson.

Good day, Lord Rutherford.

Oh, Sergeant Hunter!

I've got the name of some of the stores
that sell those music boxes from

Sergeant Hardy. I thought we could check
them out together.

Fabulous idea.

Good, let's go.

Right after lunch.

I'm really not very hungry. I don't know
how they do it in London, but a good

detective here in Los Angeles needs an
awfully good lunch.

I know it's bizarre, but I feel guilty
just stopping to look sometimes, knowing

he's still out there. He's still out
there all right, Suzanne.

It scares me as he could be on a plane
tomorrow moving on the wiser.

You seem quite obsessed by this guy.

Why don't you just relax and enjoy your
lunch, okay?

Thanks.

There was a young detective friend of
mine named Laurel Magruder.

Our vice people put her on the soho beat
dressed as a prostitute.

I suppose you do the same kind of thing
here.

Sure, it's a decoy. Quite routine.

Something went wrong.

Her backup officer lost contact with her
on his wireless.

He found her body in a gutter behind a
pub.

She was a very nice girl.

She wasn't found in a hotel room?

No.

We came to the conclusion that after she
identified herself as an officer, the

man panicked, ripped out her wireless,
kidnapped her.

The music box was still playing when we
found her.

I can understand your feelings, Susanna,
but please don't let this get in the

way of you doing your job.

It won't.

Good. Hi.

Are you Bob?

That's right, honey.

Are you Candace?

Uh -huh.

Well, climb on in, darling.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Well, a man never minds waiting for a
beautiful woman.

You're cute.

How did you get my number?

A gentleman named Hanson in Austin,
Texas.

Shoot me.

I don't remember him.

Well, he remembers you.

He says you're the best thing that ever
happened to L .A.

My thanks are yours.

Well, I thought you'd never ask.

You bloody fool!

Why don't you launch a drive?

You're English.

I don't think this is going to work out.

Finding who's killed in that music box,
you're looking for a needle in a

haystack. It's all part of the job,
though, isn't it? Rick, this is Candace

Walker. She has something for you on the
lullaby cake.

Susanna.

Go ahead, Miss Walker.

That Englishman who's been killing those
girls?

I think he tried to get his hooks into
me last night.

I look for Brits living in foreign
countries and I take photographs of

That's what I do.

The more interesting and exotic they
are, the better.

I didn't see any photographs of
prostitutes in your book.

In a way, the Lullaby Killer is
responsible for my meeting with Candace.

The idea of English prostitutes plying
their trade in foreign lands never

occurred to me until Lord Fraser told me
about the murders in L .A.

I see.

Now, where did you get Candace's phone
number?

A gentleman at the Ram's Head passed it
on.

Do you know who he is?

I don't remember.

I see. Now, all you wanted to do was
take photographs of these girls, is that

right? That is exactly it.

Why did you use an American accent when
you picked up the lady?

I was having a bit of fun with her. Is
there a law against that? There's a law

against murder.

This is outrageous.

What's so special about Buran's lullaby?

I won't tolerate this. Need I remind you
that I'm a member of the House of

Lords? I don't care if he's the bloody
Prime Minister. Let's take a little

break, shall we?

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm sorry. We'll be right back.

He's guilty. We'll see about that now,
won't we?

Look, Inspector.

We have absolutely no physical evidence
on this guy at all. Then we'll find it.

Maybe we will, maybe we won't. What are
we supposed to do? Look, this is an LAPD

investigation. You're a guest here. Let
me handle it, okay?

Okay. Okay?

Let's go back and try it again. Come on.
Hunter, Captain wants to see all of us

right now.

Lord Fraser's having a little problem
with our holding Lord Rutherford.

That's putting it mildly.

You're detaining an innocent man.

Look, I have nothing against American
police procedures, but it seems to me

you don't have one shred of real
evidence.

Look, Lord Fraser, we do have good
reason to question this man. You don't

think that Tony Rutherford is this...
lullaby killer.

Look, all we're doing is questioning the
man. You have to admit his behavior's

been a bit suspicious.

He's preposterous.

I've known this young man and his family
for years.

He's already had a great personal
tragedy, and the family don't put him

this. What about the personal tragedies
of the families of those girls?

He has nothing to do with that.

Look, he's been extremely cooperative.
He came here without the benefit of

advice. He's answered all your
questions, but enough is enough. Now,

Hunter, do you have any real evidence
that even remotely links him with these

murders?

No, I don't.

Then, Captain Devane, I must insist that
you release him now.

Your Captain Devane just made an
enormous mistake.

Under the circumstances, I think he did
the right thing.

This is wrong.

Well, what do you expect him to do? The
man doesn't have any wants in England or

in this country.

Oh, that means nothing.

Well, Susanna, you can't take a man's
rights away because he talks to a

prostitute.

I'd better call the yard and let them
know what's going on. I'll see you

How are we doing on everything else?

Nothing. Oh, good.

Good God, Tony.

This isn't at all like you getting into
such a mess.

Why would you even want to photograph a
prostitute?

Oh, come now, Andrew.

I thought it would make a wonderful
highlight for my book.

Some highlight.

Frankly, it's a disgrace that so many
young women are coming to this country

working as prostitutes. Maybe if we do
something to bolster our economy, they

can ply their trade at home. That is not
funny.

Come now.

Quit being so stuffy, Andrew.

It's easy for you to say.

If the British press get hold of this,
it could be quite embarrassing.

I suppose it could.

Andrew, it was all an unfortunate
coincidence, an innocent adventure.

We have been friends a long time. If
I've embarrassed you, I am sorry.

All right.

But, Tony, you must remember that whilst
you are here, you are not just an

average tourist.

You are a member of the House of Lords,
not some pink -haired rock singer.

Your behavior must be beyond reproach.
Of course.

No more prostitutes, I promise.

So, uh... What are you going to
photograph next?

Something quite innocent, I assure you.

Good.

Oh, that was absolutely brilliant!

Brilliant!

Hold on.

That's it.

You can do even better. You've got a
hundred thousand adoring fans out there

waiting to tell you... This is 100 ,000
screaming.

Mimi is in the Coliseum. What are you
doing? Come on. More violence.

Oh, brilliant.

Brilliant. More of that. Big smiles.

Big smiles.

The music. The lights.

The screaming.

That's good. Very good.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

There you are, people. This is the
greatest band in the history of time.

That's it.

There you go. Look at them. Look at
them. They're screaming. You love it.

love it.

More.

Gin with bitters.

Excuse me, old chap.

Would you mind doing me a little favour?

The gentleman in the bar sent you these,
miss.

He thought you might be more comfortable
if you came in and had a drink with

him.

Where is he?

Over there.

sitting right there a few moments ago.

Susanna, Captain Devane just got a phone
call from Lord Rutherford. He wanted to

apologize to you for letting the air out
of your tire.

That was right after he threatened this
department with legal action if we don't

leave him alone.

He can't do that. Yes, he can. It's
called harassment.

Now, look, don't you think I want to go
after this guy as much as you do, but we

can't right now. We've got to leave him
alone, and that includes you.

This doesn't make sense. I know that,
but look, if you don't do it, Captain

Devane is going to call Scotland Yard
and have you shipped back to London.

Now, what do you want to do?

Good.

So, how was changing your first flat in
America?

I didn't have a jack.

Lord Rutherford, come in, please. Come
in. Hello, Avery. Hello.

It was quite a surprise hearing from
you.

To tell you the truth, I thought... I
thought you'd be far too busy to take

time to look at the work of a rank
amateur.

Don't be silly.

I'm always interested in good
photography.

Good. Then I hope you won't be too
disappointed.

Of course, I'm... Well, I'm not nearly
in your class.

I don't think I'll be disappointed at
all.

Now watch your steps, folks.

Got a jumper this morning, huh? Yeah.

Where's Sergeant McClunghart? Up in this
man's room, 1706.

1706, thanks.

Over here, Charlie.

So, what do we got?

Victor's name is Avery Thompson. He's a
British citizen.

He left a suicide note. As you can see
here, he claims he killed two girls and

jumped out the window because he's
afraid to kill again.

Captain?

Photographed of both the victims.

Well, now, this looks like this could be
our boy, huh? Yeah, well, maybe.

Everything seems pretty convenient,
doesn't it?

What's that supposed to mean? Well, I
mean just that. Everything needed to be

conveniently here for us.

I know, sir, but I think it's a mistake.

understand.

Yes, sir.

Even if Thompson hadn't committed
suicide, this stuff would have sent him

straight to the gas chamber. This is the
kind of evidence the DA just dreams

about.

What did you people find on Avery?

Wasn't anywhere near the vicinity of
most of the murders in England.

All right, so we have a copycat killer
here.

The yard thinks so. They feel the real
suspect is still in England.

What about you, Suzanne?

I think Rutherford did it.

If he wanted to throw us off the trail,
he couldn't have found a better way of

doing it. She's right.

Now, wait a minute, wait a minute.

We've got these two crimes solved. We've
got all this evidence.

Look, I think that sounds just a little
circumstantial.

He's got away with 25 murders in England
and two here.

I'm telling you, Rutherford's our man.

Look, Susanna, we're not saying that
he's not the guy. Everything does point

him, but we don't have anything to go on
right now.

And besides considering who he is, he is
pretty well insulated.

call back to London.

Vanna?

Oh, thank you both for coming down.

I want to apologize for my behavior. Oh,
listen, that's not necessary.

Susanna, you do great police work. We
appreciate that. Thank you.

So what are you going to do after you
get back?

Well, as long as Rutherford's here,
there's nothing I can do.

You both know I'm right about him, don't
you? Look, we'll stay on him. Good. Oh,

there's something you can do for me.

One day, Rutherford's going to take a
bad step.

If it's in England, I'll be there
waiting.

But if you two happen to catch him
before he leaves the States, would you

him autograph this?

I'd like to give it to my chief
inspector so he'll know what a fool he

Sure.

And if you're ever in London, we'll do
the town.

Good. Have a good trip. Thank you. Thank
you.

Thanks. Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

I'm Susanna Foster, room 756. I think
you've been preparing my bill.

I've changed my mind.

I've decided to stay one more day.

Thank you.

I'm really quite busy.

Too busy to get at the truth?

And what does that mean, young lady? A
couple of days ago in Captain Devane's

office, you mentioned something about a
tragedy in Lord Rutherford's family.

What was that about?

That's really none of your business,
Inspector.

I'm afraid it is. You must understand,
I'm going to continue this investigation

into Lord Rutherford, no matter what it
takes.

Yes.

You'd do that, wouldn't you?

Don't you realize there are lives at
stake here?

Please, Lord Fraser, help me.

Tell me what happened.

Tony's father killed himself.

The boy was only 11 at the time.

Even you can realize it was quite
painful for him.

Why did he commit suicide?

I'd rather not say.

Tony's father was my friend. It was
painful for me, too.

I have to know, please.

Tony's father discovered that Lady
Rutherford was having an affair. In

killed her.

Then he took his own life. Now I
remember.

Papers were full of stories about it
when I was a child. Yes, those trashy

tabloids made a scandal out of it.

She supposedly had a number of affairs,
didn't she?

The newspapers described her as a
prostitute.

Was she?

Lady Rutherford was a lost, lonely
woman.

She was not a prostitute.

Maybe her son thought she was.

Planning a little trip, are we?

No, just looking at these pictures.

I'll tell you, whatever else Tony
Rutherford is, he sure does know how to

camera. Not a bad life, huh?

Is there some way to figure out if the
pictures that we found in Avery's room

were actually taken with one of his
cameras as opposed to Rutherford's?

not unless you have an obvious camera
flaw. It's impossible.

So frustrating. There has to be some way
to connect this man.

Hey, didn't Lord Fraser say that
Rutherford came into L .A. from

That's right.

What was the date?

Good evening, Lord Rutherford.

I have nothing to say to you.

I don't blame you.

I feel quite badly about the way you've
been treated. Do you?

Yes, I do.

You know we found the man who killed
those girls?

Yes.

Lord Fraser told me the man took his own
life.

Yes.

Look, I just came by to apologize. My
behavior was extreme.

I'm sorry. Just trying to do my job.

I understand.

So, you're off to London today, eh?

Actually, I've decided to stay until
tomorrow.

I came all the way to Los Angeles.

I'm not going to go home without at
least one good night on the town.

I don't blame you.

Los Angeles is an exciting place.

The only problem is I don't know my way
around very well.

I was wondering, if you're free tonight,
maybe we could have dinner and some

drinks.

I don't know anyone interesting in the
city.

It would be nice to spend some time with
someone from home.

We could talk about your work.

Unless you're busy at all.

Actually, I am free tonight.

Might be rather pleasant.

That's wonderful.

I could be ready by eight.

Why not?

Hey, look at this.

Read out from the computer at Interpol.

While our friend was photographing in
Singapore, a young British prostitute

killed. Don't tell me. A broken neck and
a music box in her right hand?

Brahms' Lullaby.

Hey, I just got a call from Lord Fraser.
He had the strangest conversation with

Susanna Foster.

What do you mean? She should be long
gone by now. No, no, no. I called her

hotel. She hasn't checked out yet.

Good evening.

Come in.

You look quite lovely.

Thank you.

I was thinking maybe you'd like to
photograph me.

After all, I am a Brit in a foreign
land.

Perhaps after dinner. I ordered some
champagne. Maybe we could have a drink

order dinner in.

That way we can really get to know each
other.

Shall we have a toast?

Why not?

To your late mother, God rest her soul.

Oh.

You think you're very clever, don't you?

I have a feeling she'd like to play with
for you.

What do you know about my mother?

She was very lonely.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Please, stop it.

She must have been a very exciting
woman.

Don't get away from me.

She loved you very much. She was a twat!

Oh, come on, love.

Be nice to your mother.

You have to die, mother.

You have to die.

It's okay now, it's gonna be alright.

It's all over.