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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Dana Monray, and this is Real Time.

Two decades ago, on the same broadcast network, I profiled the first female

inspector at the San Francisco Police Force. And as the saying goes, we've

a long way, baby.

There are now four female inspectors in Central Station, and what's more, a

female captain.

Captain McCafferty, what do you think has been the single biggest change in

force since you started here?

We have a ladies' room.

For the next three days, my camera crew and I will follow Inspector C .D.

DeLorenza and Inspector Angela Reed as they roll the mean streets of San

Francisco with nothing but their wits and a small piece of steel at their side

to protect them. Inspector DeLorenza, we've been told you're the veteran.

Yeah, I've been on the force for 15 years, and I started out in patrol.

And this is Inspector Angela Reed. Angela, after college, you went straight

the academy, then worked for the mayor's violent crime commission. You actually

never had much experience on the street, so some might still call you a rookie.

Is that a question?

Has the woman police officer finally gained enough respect to become a member

the biggest boys club in America? Stay tuned, and you'll see everything I see,

uncensored, uncut, in real time.

Captain, come on, why us? Why do we have to have this woman follow us around

with this damn video camera up our asses? She's only been here for an hour

she's already getting on my nerves. Well, we all have to answer to a higher

authority. You answer to me, I answer to the police commissioner, he answers to

the mayor, and I like that. Blah, blah, blah.

Why not have Maynard and Chan do it?

Don't you guys read the papers?

Recruitment's down.

Women and minorities want it.

Two of my best and brightest out in the field, one blonde, one African

-American. Now, I'm giving you a nice, neat little assignment. As you know, the

Lionel Hill trial has just started, and the ADA requested that the PM be served

on a Dean Hill. She needs to testify tomorrow at 2 .30.

By the way, now might not be a bad time to save a puppy from a well.

Good morning, Inspector.

Not so good for some of us, apparently.

Yeah, poor guy.

Boy, there was a heart attack waiting to happen. Yeah, I'm thinking it was the

hammer that actually stopped his heart, though, huh? Very astute, Ex -Dead. How

long? 24 hours, maybe.

Yeah, the floor refinishers found him. You know, there's a sales sign out front

of this place.

What do you think he's going for? I don't know, what, three, four million?

Wallet intact, looks like.

Bob DeOro.

D .O .B., 1945.

August 9th, Les Casey's birthday.

Cincinnati address.

Doesn't look like a break -in. Think he owns the place?

This is weird, you know? Empty apartment, half -naked guy.

I wonder what the hell happened here.

It'd be great, wouldn't it?

The dead could talk.

You got something for me?

Yeah. Mr.

DeOro was an optometrist from Cincinnati. He was here for a

Divorced, no children. Apparently, robbery was not a motive because cash

credit cards were not taken.

Conventioneers were staying at the Hilton. We spoke to the group from his

hometown.

According to them, he was at the bar drinking after a meeting and then just

disappeared. Just disappeared?

I think one or two of them know something. They're just not talking.

What's the connection with the vacant condo?

Yeah, the $4 million question.

We're going to go meet with the listing realtor now, see if he can shed some

light.

Okay. Go get him.

So, the subpoena you're serving, what's the trial about?

Well, the defendant, Lionel Hill, age 17 at the time, followed the victim, Mrs.

Kessler, home. She had electric gates leading to her house, but he squeezed

through, and at gunpoint, he took her inside, robbed her, and shot her six

times, point blank, before he left. So he's on trial for murder now?

Yeah. And then after the crime, his... Mother 18 bragged to a neighbor how her

son had gotten hold of a bunch of stuff from a rich person's house, and she

ratted her out for the reward.

And seeing as how a mother is unlikely to voluntarily testify against her son,

we're serving her.

I signed the release, Inspector. I've been on dozens of ride -alongs, and I

the rules.

Fine, because we have official business with this woman, so why don't you just

stand back and let us do our job? You're awfully pushy. Anybody ever tell you

that, Inspector?

All the time.

Now, what the hell do you want?

SFTV, are you eating hell?

I'm her mother.

Quiet. If you touch that cake back there, I'm going to come back there and

you what for.

I know you.

I know you. I've seen you on that TV show. Excuse me, ma 'am. No, not 60

Minutes. What was it? Excuse me. Hey, what is this? Anyway, some kind of cop

thing? My name is Johnston.

Joella Johnston.

Mrs. Johnson, we have a subpoena for your daughter to appear at her son's

Limey, a real gangster, that.

Listen, for the last time, don't make me come back there.

Look, Aideen goes off and gets herself pregnant just like a dog in heat. In

fact, I had me a pit bull bitch who had a hell of a lot less babies than she

did. Do you mind if I just have a look around?

You must.

Excuse me. Okay. Oh, wait, listen. I would invite y 'all in, but I haven't

chance to clean up. I've been cooking and, you know, the place is such a mess

with all these kids. Hey, baby.

Do you mind if we borrow it?

Don't you think?

Do you have any idea where we might find her?

No, but if you do find her, please tell her to bring her no -pound ass back

here. Because I haven't already raised my kids, and I don't want to raise hers.

Thank you.

Thanks.

We're leaving without serving a dean with a subpoena. And as the hours took

the conviction of her son remains in doubt.

Without her testimony, he just might walk free.

Well, I just got the listing two weeks ago. I told the owners, Mr. and Mrs.

Klein, that in order to get their price, we would have to repaint and refinish

the hallway floor before I began showing it. And you hired the contractors? Yes,

they worked for me before.

Where are the owners now?

Well, they moved to San Diego. They're retired.

Can't stand the cold here anymore, huh?

She goes.

We're going to need their address and phone number. Sure.

When was the last time you were in the apartment?

When we signed the listing agreement. Then the construction crew came in and

we... They had the combinations of lockbox?

Yes, very trustworthy.

Slow, of course, that they should be done last week, but still trustworthy.

Could they have left the front door unlocked?

I don't know.

They've always locked up before.

Does anyone else have the lockbox combination?

Just me and the other agents in the office.

How long have you been selling real estate?

I got my license two years ago when my family and I immigrated from Latvia.

was my biggest listing.

Nice commission when you sell. Oh, I may never sell it now. Under California

law, I have to reveal to the buyers that a man died here.

Who would want to sleep here now?

Hey. Hey.

You all set for tomorrow night?

I have my bulletproof vest polish, if that's what you mean. Oh, yes.

Actually, I bought a dress.

You did?

There's no guarantee, however, that I'm going to wear it.

So, uh, I don't know. What else did you buy?

How do you know I bought you anything for your birthday?

Maybe I plan on knitting you a sweater or give you something much more organic.

Well, you do give good organic.

Listen,

actually, I have an idea, okay? Why don't you just... You go and meet your

parents and your friends. I don't know any of them anyway. They don't love you.

Just hear me out, okay?

Just go and have dinner with them, and after that, you can, you know, come to

place. I'm going to pick you up at 6.

Sharp.

Hey, what's his dress look like anyway?

Oh, yeah, okay. Low cut, skin tight, animal print, ruffle at the bottom. Do

have lawyering to do?

So, excited about Teddy's birthday party?

Yeah, I'll tell you, it's not a party. It's the Nuremberg trials.

Dinner at the club with his parents and a few of his closest friends. God, I

hope I get turned away at the door.

The good news or the bad news?

What's the bad news?

We got a perfect set of prints off the doorknob and a match from database.

Rita Kruger, age 23.

Why does National have her prints on file?

Because she's currently serving 7 to 10 at Vallejo Penitentiary for Women.

She's in prison? I fear so.

I guess she could have been at the condo before she got sent up. Yeah, Prince

can stay fresh up to two years.

Yeah, but she's been inside for five.

Look, it's all set.

I spoke with the chief warden in Sacramento. He agrees.

Nobody on the inside should know. No one knows. The guards don't know. The

warden there doesn't know. No one knows she's under arrest. It's minimum

security prison.

A bunch of prostitutes and drug dealers. Yeah, there was a stabbing there a

month ago. Stuff happens.

It's by necessity. If this Rita Kruger killed Mr. DeOro, somebody had to let

out to do it.

They could all be dirty, for all we know.

So the plan is?

Find Rita, get her story.

And what if somebody recognizes her?

We checked, cross -checked, transferred out anyone who might have been connected

with Magda in any way.

Don't worry about her. She'll be fine. She's a tough cookie.

You sure this is the right place?

She's set out tomorrow, 4th of May. Let's check it out.

Is that a new outfit you're wearing?

Yeah.

You like it?

Yeah.

What's with the lipstick?

What do you mean? You're wearing an awful lot of lipstick.

And you're pointing at nothing.

You sure Aideen Hill's here?

I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing Aideen's a junkie. Are you Aideen Hill?

No, that's not her.

Hey, you seen her?

The inspector's plans didn't pan out yesterday, but this morning, Joella

Johnston called and advised Inspector Reed that her daughter, Aideen Hill,

be staying at the Altamar.

You know Aideen Hill?

You know Aideen Hill?

Aideen? On my face, ma 'am.

You know Aideen?

Maybe.

You got a spare ten dollars on you?

What do you want with her?

It's about her son. She's needed in court this afternoon.

Oh, well, she just left about ten minutes ago with Moses.

Moses?

Yeah. They went over to his place.

Looking for drugs, you know.

And where does Moses live? And don't tell us Mount Sinai.

I don't know.

You know what he looks like?

Yeah, he's Haitian. He's got dreadlocks, fancy dresser. And check out his shoes.

They're Ferragamo's.

Ferragamo's.

Everybody on the street knows Moses.

Hey, Bill, come here. You got the cash. You'll find him all right.

This is great. I need a shot.

Get this. Get this. Get this.

You filming me?

You just can't come in here. You can't come in here.

No, you're right.

Absolutely right. She doesn't have the right to film you without your

permission, okay?

I have rights.

I have rights. I have rights. Get the camera out of here. Stay at home.

I don't want my folks seeing me like this.

Please assure this man that you will not use this footage.

All right. Sorry. Look.

They're right. I can't use this without your permission, but if you cooperate

with us, I'm sure we can compensate you. Get the hell out of here. Get the hell

out of here. I can reason with them.

You know, Inspector, I've been in war zones.

Trying to scam your guy going here. And how can I get in?

Who are you?

Barbara Diaz.

Just checked in last night.

You got a cell phone?

They let you have that in here?

Nothing's free, honey.

Or maybe you haven't learned that yet.

Oh, believe me, I have.

Well, I'm Yvonne.

And that's Rita.

What are you in for?

Oh, for God's sakes, Yvonne, do your own time.

Nah, that's all right.

Nothing else to talk about, right?

You mind?

Doing your hard time?

Yeah.

I did two years at Northwest Women's Correctional, Grand Theft Auto.

I got out, and I was doing all right, you know, turning some tricks and

A couple weeks ago, though, I got into a violence.

I needed some money for my kids.

You have kids?

Yeah. So does Rita.

Mine are with my mom's, but she ain't got a job, so... Anyway, I was writing

some bad checks, and I forged my old boss's signature on one of them, so...

that's the difference between men and women, isn't it?

Because I've never met a male con yet who didn't swear he was innocent.

S -O -G -D -I.

Some other guy did it for you.

Lazy bitch.

What's her story?

Nora Lynn.

Yeah, she's a 5150.

She's a real nutcase. She stabbed this, uh, cafeteria worker like a couple weeks

ago.

Just got back from Mad Sag.

Stay away from her.

Those your kids?

That's Scotty and Audrey.

Beautiful.

How old?

Six and seven.

At least you have your mom.

Minor in foster care.

What about all this stuff, man? What's the deal? Can I get in or what?

Maybe.

Yeah, tell some people you're interested.

Cool.

Thanks.

I'd have thought you would have sent out for Sissy.

Well, that just goes to show you how little you know about me.

So, uh, is this place a cop hangout?

Sort of. It's across the street from the station, so... Were you really in a war

zone? Yeah, I did a series of interviews with the military for the Gulf War.

Saw some action. Nearly got my butt shot off. That must have been scary.

Actually, it was exhilarating.

Have you ever seen the war photography that Robert Capa did?

Oh, exciting.

He always said in order to get the picture, you had to get up close.

He kept a diet getting too close, didn't he?

As a matter of fact, he did.

Guys, we better hit it.

Is a 20 -minute stand -up for lunch?

I want that woman served today.

And what would happen if she's not?

Lionel will walk.

Forensics are weak, and we don't have any eyewitnesses. Mrs. Kessler has three

kids, 9, 11, and 14, who were lucky they weren't there that day.

They couldn't have an open pass because Lionel shot her in the face. That's

Harry.

That's my street snitch, so that's confidential.

Oh, okay. That's enough.

So, you know, you're very photogenic if you ever get tired of this.

No. No, thanks. Ex -cop doing police -related stories. It's a nice hook. So

this show going to air next week?

If it's good.

What do you mean?

You're saying it might not air at all?

Let's just say, like you guys, I have to deliver a winner.

Okay. He knows who Moses is. He doesn't have his address off him, but he's going

to get it for us.

Great.

Good luck.

You ready?

A known street hustler whose name this reporter cannot reveal is on the prowl

looking for Moses' apartment.

One door closes as another opens, and Aideen Hill is supposed to testify in

than an hour.

Let's hit it, Bill. Come on.

Everything off.

What?

Strip search.

No way.

I ain't hiding anything.

Look, Diaz, I know you've been through this before. And believe me, it'll be a

lot easier if you don't resist.

Now.

You can drive now.

You're not going to search me?

No. I've seen enough.

Hey.

Hey!

Happy birthday, son.

Happy birthday, Teddy!

Jenny! And you must be Jenny, the police officer.

That's me. And this is my wife, Mrs.

Blumenthal. Hello.

Yeah, everyone, this is Jenny.

Jenny, my parents, of course.

And that is Henry, Alexis, and Marie, ADA's extraordinaire. Of course, Henry's

dad and Ben, so we know how he got in.

Come say hi.

Oh, please.

So, you have to ask yourself, am I feeling lucky today?

Inspector Callahan.

Right, right.

Dirty Harry, sure.

Oh, I love those movies.

Mrs. Blumenthal, too.

Especially the one where Eastwood teamed up with, oh, Tyne Daly.

That's the one where she gets killed in the end.

I think I missed that one.

It's a good one.

I like a woman who can handle her liquor.

Teddy keeps bringing home these little things, delicate types, you know.

I'm glad to see that he's broadened his interests.

Jenny. I'm Jennifer.

Jenny. Pretty funny, huh? Jenny, Jenny.

I'm Teddy's ex -girlfriend. Oh, Jenny, Jenny.

Oh, I'm engaged now, so no need to worry.

I'm not.

So, I hear you're in law enforcement.

Oh, yeah.

I'm an inspector.

Really? Well, then we have something in common.

My fiancé clerks for the Ninth Circuit.

Hmm.

Well, it was really nice meeting you. And maybe we could double some time.

Maybe.

Can I get something a little stronger?

Sure.

Scotch and soda.

How about a scotch straight up?

A double, if you would.

All right.

Bartender? Yes, sir.

Yes, come on.

Hey, I'm sorry to leave you alone. It's just been so long since I've seen those

guys. My friend Ellie.

She just got married. She and her husband are pediatricians.

Well, they just told me they're expecting a baby.

That's great.

And Jim, Jim, he was always a crazy one at school. He took off after Stanford.

He went to India for a couple years. He only now just finished up his doctorate.

Wow. I'm a rebel.

What are you, uh, what are you doing?

What am I doing?

What am I doing? I'm having a drink.

This is a party, is it not?

Teddy, come on, sit down and eat.

So, Jennifer was

just telling us what she's been up to.

Jennifer, tell us, come on.

Well... When we got back from the Hamptons, we stayed with my folks for

summer. I thought I was going to leave the firm, but then I was promoted to

senior investment manager.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Congratulations.

Say hi. Cheers.

Hi.

Something.

And how about you, Jenny?

Please, tell us about some of your cases, the ones you're on.

Please.

Well, we just finished one where we nailed the stepfather for abusing

his stepdaughter.

Yeah. She was three and a half.

Oh.

You know, you can't pick up a newspaper. Then there's the one where... Wait. We

got one pending now. I'm telling you. Okay.

Okay. You with me?

So the guy.

He called 911, okay? He said he just killed his wife.

All right. We can't find the body.

Until we look in the refrigerator.

Oh, yeah. Very neatly carved.

Hmm.

Well, um... Hey.

Yeah. Yeah, that's my day.

So, um... You know what?

Excuse me.

Uh...

Ginny? Hey, Ginny.

What was that?

I told you.

I shouldn't have come here in the first place.

Sheila?

You're done.

Oh, there she is.

What do you want?

Another thrill?

Yeah. Honey, I've got a man who gives me all the thrills I want.

This is Assistant Warden Muller.

What do you think?

I heard

you might want to play ball with us.

We'll get you a thing.

Makeup, hair dryer, cell phone.

File for you and a couple kids.

It'd be kind of nice to talk to him anytime you want.

Maybe.

What do I got to do?

Nothing you didn't do on the outside.

Okay.

We'll be in touch.

CD Street Snitch confirmed Moses' address.

Aideen Hill missed her appearance yesterday, but the ADA told Inspector

DeLorenzo that if we brought her in today, the judge would still hear her

crucial testimony.

218, that's it.

Ready?

Jay!

My man.

Will you get it?

SFPD.

on your feet. Only seconds to respond.

Sometimes, just a heartbeat can equal a lifetime.

What's that gonna be?

It's for my mother.

It's her birthday next month.

You don't really speak, but I still try.

You learn to do that in here?

Nope.

I've always crocheted even when I was a young man away at school.

That's when, as they say, it became a whole new ballgame.

So that God Jackie approached me.

Looks like I might have the comforts of home pretty soon myself.

I'm going to go wait in the phone line and call my kids, all right?

Barbara, let's go have a little talk.

One of the conventioneers just coughed up that they all went to a private party

the night Dior was killed.

They met a bunch of hookers at a vacant condo.

Four million dollar question answered.

Yeah, he couldn't identify the man that met him there. Big guy, blonde hair, but

he did know the guy who set it up, Yuri.

The listing realtor on the condo.

Well, pick him up.

Hey, have you heard from Mac?

Was she supposed to call in? Is she okay? What?

Frankly, I'm more worried about you.

Did you get any sleep last night?

You know, Jim, your personal life is your business.

The minute your ass walks in here, it's mine.

So what you do after hours affects my hours and becomes my business.

Every move you make.

Hey.

What the hell happened last night?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Sorry doesn't cut it.

Where did you go? You didn't come home. I spent the night in your hallway.

Yeah, well, um, you know, I had a little too much to drink, so I, uh... You were

drunk. This is not the first time. You embarrassed me in front of my friends,

parents. It was my damn birthday.

Hey, you know what? I told you I didn't want to go to begin with.

I'm not good at those kind of things.

And you know what?

For the record, I was just being honest.

Be honest with me, not my parents.

All right, fine. You want honesty?

Why don't you let me tell you a little bit about my family?

See, I never really had a birthday party.

Unless, of course, you want to count my 15th, where my father showed up for

cake, plastered it in his underwear.

Yeah, by the way, my mom couldn't make it that year either because, well,

six months earlier, she blew her brains out.

Oh, my God. As for my brother, oh, yeah, Johnny, see, he just doesn't like you

unless you're American, white, and straight.

And for me, a few weeks ago when I had that nutcase

after me, yeah, I had to make a little list.

Of all the guys that I slept with in the last two years.

I couldn't remember some of their names.

Stop. You know what? This is who I am. This is my family.

Come on.

It's your turn. You go ahead.

Flash that all -American prep school choir boy smile and you tell me that it

doesn't matter.

Doesn't change anything.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

So, once a month, take you out to a little private party.

There'll be drinks there and food.

And all you have to do is be nice to the men that we've invited.

You know, private escort service.

And if the customer's satisfied, well, we can get you most anything you want in

here.

Sounds good to me.

One thing.

While you're in here, or if you get out, this has to remain confidential. It's

very important.

Your life could depend on it.

I know when to keep my mouth shut.

Then this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

Dr. Ramirez, inspector, SFPD.

That refresh your memory?

Hmm?

Care to tell us who else knows about this?

Look, it's over, okay? My people know I'm here.

I'm sure they're on their way here right now.

What are you going to do, kill a cop?

You'd get the death penalty.

No, we're not going to kill the cop.

But prisons are very dangerous places.

Accidents and fights happen every day. In fact, one of our inmates, Nora

one of the cells down the hall, she's being transferred today because she's

violent.

Sort of stabbed someone here.

And I got to tell you, she's in a really bad mood today.

When one of your party goers gave you up, at first I wasn't so sure. I mean,

what possible connection could a real estate agent have to a woman's

facility?

Not even six degrees of separation.

Assistant Warden Muller just happens to be your brother -in -law.

So?

So he had access to young women, you had access to vacant houses and condos.

Yuri, we pulled your financial records for last year. You sold two pieces of

property, your commission around $50 ,000.

Yet you deposited more than five times that amount in your savings account. You

want to explain that to me?

I don't have to explain anything to you.

Yeah.

I also talked to the guys who are doing your floor refinishing.

They could have been done five days ago, except you wouldn't let them work past

four o 'clock.

Hey, I'm an immigrant, not an idiot, huh?

I'm not going to talk to you.

No problem.

Let's go.

Get up. Yeah?

Come on. Okay.

What is my wife doing here?

Oh, yeah.

I had a few questions for her, as well as for your girlfriend.

Have they been introduced?

Sit down. I want all the names of the prison guards that were involved.

Now. We're back in the shooting gallery.

Still searching for Aideen.

We have a couple of hours before we have to get her to the courthouse.

See you.

Aideen.

You're going to have to come with us.

Uh -uh, I'm sick.

I haven't had anything for days. No, uh -uh, I'm sick. No, look, I know what you

want. My mama told me what you want. And I'll go with you. I'll go, I'll go,

I'll go, okay?

But just let me finish, all right? No, I'm sorry.

I'll go to court for you and everything. That's the way I'll put a nice dress

on. I'll be as good as new. Just let me finish, okay?

Lionel told me everything. I promise. I'll tell everything you want to hear.

Please just leave me alone, okay?

Just let me finish.

Oh, God.

We need her to be fine. We take her to court like this. Her son's going to

That woman, he shot her in the face. She had three kids. Look, after she

testifies, we'll arrest her. We'll put her in some rehab. Cindy, I know, but

don't you see what's going on? Come on.

Okay, you guys are right. No, no, wait. That wasn't the deal. I am breaking the

deal.

What's the matter? Hey, you stabbed her. I told you not to come back here.

I told you not to come back here. Dana, help her. Help. I don't want anybody

seeing me like this. Right now.

You drop it. Drop it. Drop the damn scissors.

Drop the damn camera. Call 911.

Toss up scissors right now.

Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.

Turn around. All right, she can be anywhere.

We need to check her stealth.

Uh -oh.

Hey, she's got shit. What?

I think I just saved my career.

I don't know if you guys have noticed, but the, uh...

Air reporters keep getting younger and younger.

I don't think you have anything to worry about either way.

About 18.

They're shooting up.

That won't be on the air.

I mean, I have a much better ending anyway, right?

Oh, the crazy world.

Hey, open one door. Never know what you're going to find.

Hey, Bill, did you get a good close -up of the woman?

Take off all that lipstick now.

Shut up, Sadie.

They put me in this room, and this man, he walked in, and he had this

weird stuff with him, and he wanted me to...

It was horrible.

I fought him.

And there was a toolbox, and I grabbed a hammer, and I hit him over the head,

and he was really bleeding.

A muller walked in, and I told him to call 911, but I don't think he did.

No, he didn't. The victim bled to death.

Muller just left him there.

He didn't think we were going to be able to trace it.

You know, it's funny.

When I was a kid, if someone told me I was going to wind up here,

I guess I'll never get out

now.

I don't know about that, Rita.

You got in with the wrong crowd. You know, you were trying to defend

I never met a nice car before.

I'd never been in prison before, so maybe we both learned a little

huh?

I want to talk about coal.

Have you ever been so chill?

Your heart, your heart was stuck to your bones.

Do you want to know what I hate to fear?

Grab your raincoat, start the engine.

And drive around the block for another year.

And tick this bell.

I am through with this.

I hate it now.

You can think what you think about.

Do you want to know what I hate to fear?

Drop your ankles.

Kill the engine, spit around the house for another year.

Take this veil.

I am through with it.

Hiding out.

You can think what you think about.