All language subtitles for Police Woman s02e03 Paradise Mall.eng

He'll meet you before he let anybody
else have me.

Talk to me. Now I'm in a larger hat
size.

You're nuts!

We've got a real psycho in our heads.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Better get her loaded up there. All
right.

Load her up.

Hey, Tom.

How are you? Ed, how are you?

Ed? Hi.

Bill?

Ed, I ever tell you about the time
Sergeant Anderson and I teamed up in Ad

You tell me every time we meet.

Oh, yeah.

What's Cece's interest in this girl?

That's Ellen Perry. We're very
interested.

That's what a driver's license says. Who
is she?

She's a sales girl at a Paradise Mall
boutique. She's a witness to the Teddy

Conner investigating.

This one's a little messy. She's been
raped, stabbed.

The real kicker is what she's wearing on
her head.

It's Ellen.

Except Ellen Perry wasn't married.

Okay, thanks.

Sheriff Stephanie just located her car.

It's the bottom of Canyon Road and Ocean
Drive. Okay, we'll only follow you

there. Ed? Yeah, right.

Here's your favorite reporter.

Distributor cat's missing.

Freak obviously drives along upside some
woman at night.

Like signal, something's wrong with her
car.

She pulls over, he offers to look for
the trouble, and then pinches

cat.

Then he offers a ride to the nearest
service station.

Tom!

Look what I found in the barrel.

Good evening. This is Suzanne Edwards
reporting from the scene of what the

police think is the second murder
victim's car. Two nights ago, they found

another murdered girl in an alley off
Beach Street, and on her head, the

killer's trademark, a bridal veil.

Let's find out something about that
bridal veil.

Yeah.

Smile, you're going to be on TV.

Sergeant Anderson, Sergeant, would you
say that there was any significance in

the fact that both girls were blonde?

At this point, no. We think the killer
is a psychopath with unpredictable

behavior. I would like to say something,
though.

The department would like to pass along
this advice to women who drive alone.

If a stranger flags you down, don't
stop.

Keep going.

And if you can get the license number
and pass it along to us, it would be a

great help. In fact, any information you
have concerning this case would be

welcome. We don't want to see it happen
again.

Right. Sergeant, what about the bridal
veil that the killer has left on both

victims? Doesn't that indicate a jilted
lover, a person whose homicidal rage was

triggered by being stood up at the
altar?

Well, that is a possible theory, yes.

But at the moment, the police haven't a
single suspect, have they? No, we don't.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Entre nous.

Now, you've come by to pick up your
fiancée's ensemble, no?

No, I have come by because I'm a police
officer.

How do you say in French, gendarme?

Faze.

Oui.

Yeah, well, the third of this month, you
reported the display case smashed.

Oh, yeah. But you didn't indicate what
had been taken.

A few bridal veils.

How many?

Six. Now, can I get back to my paint?

Here's one other thing. Could you
identify them if you saw them again?

We don't label them. They're too
fragile.

Oh, of course, the seamstress who made
them could probably recognize her own

needlework. What's her name?

Um, Fuentes.

Isabella Fuentes.

Heavenly hemstitching. I'm sure. Is she
here? Can I speak to her?

Unhappily. She's in Mexico.

Oh. Deported.

You are a detective, aren't you?

What do you got? Thought this might
interest a fellow.

Oh, the trip is headed again.

Radiator's still hot, too. I think we're
only missing him about a minute or two.

You got anything else?

Registration.

Joan Travis, huh?

Call it.

Where's the nearest public home?

There's an all -night joint on Marvin
Drive.

Yeah, we have a possible kidnap.

187.

Unable to locate victims.

Possibly ID'd as Joan Travis.

Alert all units in the vicinity.

Pants coming.

Where the guys take their girls to,
uh... You know what I mean?

That's a wooded area a couple of miles
away.

Okay. Get yourself a beer. You deserve
it.

What are we stopping here for?

Listen, buddy.

Get this crate rolling, you understand?

Let's go.

Please.

Oh, no.

Look, please put that away.

I'll do anything you want.

You want to kill the engine, Joe?

What's happened?

Briefing. Captain?

No, Crawley.

Okay. How you doing?

Hello.

Oh, hi, darling.

I'm making myself all gorgeous for you.

Well, don't work too hard at it. We
can't have all that beauty gone to

Oh, Tom.

You can't get off tonight?

Not even on my birthday?

Well, it's a little tense here. The
freak was out again last night.

Oh, come on, Tom. It's not that.

When do you ever take a night off?

Listen, I gotta go now. But look,

we'll go out tomorrow night, huh?

I'll splurge.

I think I'll call Alice and see if she'd
like to take in a movie tonight.

If I can find one I haven't seen.

Yeah, you do that.

I love you.

And I love you.

The psychological profile of the killer
revealed that he's probably young,

probably in his early 20s.

Single.

And maybe he suffered a romantic crisis
recently.

We got a real psycho in our hands.

Okay.

Well, that's it.

Now get out there and bang on the doors
and shake some bushes and see what you

can find out about your individually
assigned victims.

And you might as well call your mamas
and tell her to turn on the electric

blanket because daddy ain't going to be
home tonight.

So let's go.

Hey, Jones, may I report?

Thank you.

Hi, Tom.

Hey, where's your partner?

Oh,

sorry.

Bill, the Mexican consul is going to try
to... I am?

This is Uncle Dresden?

Yeah, if you're fine.

Okay, wait a minute. Hold it.

Let me get this straight.

Tequila, vodka, and cognac with equal
parts of tomato juice

laced with Tabasco?

That's it.

And this depth bomb is going to make me
better, huh?

Oh, I didn't say it's going to make you
better. I said it's going to make you

feel better.

Listen, don't knock it. That remedy
belonged to my dear old grandmother, and

lived to be 104.

Ow.

Wow.

How would she finally die of?

Acute alcoholism.

Oh.

Get that for me, will you, Tom?

I think that's my Yvonne, lady. Oh.

Probably it.

Yeah?

Have you been home yet?

Why?

The sheriff's department reported an
abandoned gray Olds on West Avenue.

License number APA 104.

That's Helen's car.

We know.

Oh, somebody goofed.

Helen went to the movies last night with
her girlfriend, uh, Alice, what's her

name? Alice always drives her car.

Tom, I double -checked.

What's ringing?

The distributor cap is missing.

Sure, a lot of fuzz out there.

Hey, how about some eggs?

Sunnyside? Yeah, and heavy in the fries.

Maybe one of these broads was here.

Maybe not.

Thing is, I blow the whistle on my
clients. It's bad for business.

We're talking about murder. You
understand that?

Murder? Murder.

Or would you rather talk with us
downtown?

Okay, okay.

Mrs. Brown.

She was here Saturday night with, who
else?

Mr. Brown.

Can I use your phone?

Sure.

Have you seen them here before?

Guess you could say they're regular
customers.

How regular?

Like twice a week for the past six
months.

Okay, thank you.

75 Porsche registered to William
Cheever.

You've got your rights read to you, Mr.
Cheever. You can have a lawyer present

if you want to.

Well, supply one.

I said it.

No.

You may show him that registration card.

Is that your signature, Mr. Cheever?

No. Look, I know Helen was married to a
cop, but I'm getting the distinct

feeling that I'm being railroaded into a
murder charge. Now, I'm telling you, I

didn't do it.

We can have a handwriting expert compare
the signatures.

we were there.

At the motel?

Yes.

By we, you mean you and Helen Foley?

Yes.

God forgive me.

She'd be alive.

But?

About two o 'clock.

She started to get nervous. She said
that her husband might be...

For change.

Tom.

Save it.

We don't think so.

The story holds up and the poly shows
truth for us.

Crowley wants you off the case
completely, Tom.

How'd you know where to find me?

I didn't.

I went to three other places first. Then
I remembered I used to drag me here in

the old days.

Bloody Mary with a twist.

How's that after three years, Pat?

Sensational, Barney. How have you been?

Okay. So don't be such a stranger.

Right.

Stranger, that's funny.

I guess I was just bad to Helen.

All the time, it's just been history.

Aspen Heights.

Aspen.

Just cops and crooks.

That's all I ever did.

I spent our 10th anniversary on a
stakeout on the 211.

And Ellen sat home and watched the
champagne.

I'm the one for what happened.

Not Emma.

Barney, keep them coming.

No, no, I won't talk to anybody but
Sergeant Anderson.

Okay.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh,

Bill, I just talked to the Mexican
consul again. He said... He told you to

off the tequila, right?

I was with Tom. He had to be with
someone.

So he was out with Margarita Mary.

I did drink too much.

Can I get you anything?

Not unless it's a day off.

Yeah, well, I've got a little lady in
there who swears she knows something

the murders, but she'll only speak to
Sergeant Anderson privately.

Oh, no, do I have to?

I'll give you a hint.

Sergeant Anderson. Sergeant Anderson.

I thought you were on TV.

I knew you could be trusted. Yes.

All right, just put it in.

You'll have to excuse me. I was out late
on a cake.

Look at me. I'm a mess.

You look fine. You really do.

Now, why don't we start with your name?

Elva Myers.

Who is killing you over and over?

Prince Charming.

I mean, that's what he called himself.

He never said any other name.

Just that he was my Prince Charming and
I was his fairy princess.

How long have you known this man?

About a month.

He came into this coffee house on
Paradise Mall where I wait tables.

As soon as I hand him a menu, he says,
fairy princess, love at first sight, you

know, real goofy like that.

And then he says that we were made for
each other in heaven and like that.

Real corny.

But the scary thing is, I mean, he
really meant it.

Go on.

Well, every day he came back, you know,
talking crazier and crazier. He had a

camera and took my picture. Said he'd
always keep it close to his heart.

Then finally, you know, he misses a day
and I think I'm rid of him.

But the next morning he's back bright
and early and you wouldn't believe with

what.

A wedding license.

Got it in San Diego, he says. We're
supposed to fly that night and get

But, of course, you said no.

I lied, said I had a boyfriend.

Well, he screamed, I jilted him.

Said he'd kill me before he let anybody
else have me.

That was exactly two weeks ago.

I love you.

I love you, too.

We'll do all we can to help.

life. Not exactly.

What can we change?

I don't know.

Well, what about the eyes and the mouth?

What about the chin? I don't know.

I've, like, tried to blot his face from
my mind.

I can't do any better. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Why don't you get that on the MO sheets?

It's better than nothing.

Yeah Hardly recognized you to close on
yeah, but you me getting together

after the show Don't play hard to get
with me

For you, baby.

Well.

Hey, let's not go away mad.

Hey, look.

You're a really nice guy when you get to
know me.

Howdy.

Hi. Welcome.

You know that?

Yeah,

her name's Gordy.

Gordy what?

Gordy who knows.

Is he in here often?

Yeah, often.

He lives on the boardwalk.

Come in at night, too?

Well... Sometimes.

Sometimes with a chick.

Is he ever in here with any of these?

Could be.

I don't pay no attention to chicks
around here.

Why not?

Because there's just a lot of tarts.

When you take that blonde Gordy Chase
after, she's a stripper.

Oh, that's really shocking.

This Romeo, he got a car?

Yeah, the yellow job out in the parking
lot.

You want to come over a second?

This is Mr. Henderson, Sergeant Crowley.

Sergeant? Henderson?

Mr. Henderson lives over in Kedzie where
we found her car.

Oh?

You want to tell them about it, Mr.
Henderson?

Well, it was like this, Sergeant.

I was going out to get a beer during a
commercial.

About 1 .30 a .m.

And I looked out the window and I saw
these two cars parked on the street.

This guy with long hair, you know the
type.

Working on the one car.

I think it was a Mustang.

It was just too dark to really see
anything any good.

What about the other car? Did you get
the make of that?

Same problem.

It was some kind of a small car.

Light colored.

Okay, thanks very much. We'll be in
touch with you.

Yeah, I'd like to ask a couple of
questions too, Mr. Hanson.

Hey, Bill.

This took this from underneath the
windshield wiper.

Parking light at the beach.

Wait a minute. Hey, Tom.

Did you get my message from Pepper about
to stand off the case?

Yeah.

Good.

This isn't her car, huh?

Yep. Check it out.

out to me. Now I'm in a larger hat size.

You're not!

Come on, you ripped off six of those
veils. Where are the other two?

Veils? What the hell do I know about
veils?

Sit down, sweetheart.

Tom, it's not worth it.

You don't understand, man. He killed my
wife. I told you, Tom.

Come on, let's take a walk.

He's not the one.

Okay, I'll feed someone.

Phil?

So he wasn't the one.

Well, you're a real wider up, aren't
you, Tom?

I told you to stay out of this.

But I saw him with a murdered girl.

The other day, he was harassing her.

And he owns a yellow dart.

Look, I'm just following up the same
lead as Joe and Pete. But Joe and Pete

a right to be out there, Tom. You got no
right to be out there.

Well, why did he run?

Wouldn't you run if some nut bust in and
started bouncing you off the walls?

If you meddle in this case once more,
I'm going to see to it that you're

Are you getting my message?

Tom, do you understand what I'm saying
to you?

The names of all males who applied for a
marriage license during the week of the

17th. 49 of them.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, we can eliminate the San Diego
residents.

What about Shannon O 'Rourke?

Anybody been down that end of the
street?

No,

some of them don't get there till
midnight.

Well, I should hang around for that lab
report. Oh, that's all right. I'll take

care of it.

How are your bumps and grinds? Quickly.

You better take J .O .P. with you. No,
they're still in Mexicali. But I'll let

you know if any of them agree.

Relax. We're just going to talk.

What about?

This.

Where'd you get it?

Where'd you get it?

In your room.

Answer my question.

Well, I know. They made a wonderful
chick.

Remind them of his mother.

Turns out this wonderful chick takes a
powder.

The square's all shook up.

Gives me a hundred bucks if I help him
find her.

So he gives me this photograph so I'll
know it.

Stuck it in my mirror and forgot all
about it.

This friend of yours got a name?

This is a friend.

This is where I know.

I don't know his full name. Ed's up.

Ed.

Get on this book.

Where do I find him?

Burger joint down at the pier.

He works there.

All right, get out of here.

All right.

Hey, just because a girl's a stripper
doesn't mean she sleeps with every john

and one who's in.

Well, no, but Shannon must have had some
male friends or boyfriends.

Yeah, one.

Her regular guy.

He used to pick her up after the show.
His name's Marvin Clodney, something

that. Do you know where he lives?

Uh -uh, but he pumps gas at that station
on the corner.

Hey, mine's the medium rare, no onions.

Well, thanks a lot, girls. You don't
mind if I send some friends in to see

show, do you?

Ever since you jilted me, I've dreamt
about you.

And you know what I dream about?

Huh?

I dream that I kill you.

Over and over and over and over. But you
won't stay dead.

This time you're gonna stay dead.

L -14.

L -14.

700 block at Ocean Avenue.

The parking lot at the foot of the pier.

Shots were fired. Officer needs help.

Out.

You've been hit.

It's not the first time, baby.

Not for nothing.

Sorry. Yeah.

This guy's got it.

Get her now, Bill.

Hey, thanks, Joe.

Listen, thanks for bringing the clothes
down.

Oh, nothing.

Hi, Bill.

Hey, Bill. Well, they tell me you missed
the bone, huh?

Just lucky, I guess.

They found the veils from the glove
compartment of Crow's car.

If it hadn't been for Tom, you might
have found one on me.

The bad penny just turned up, that's
all.

What were you doing on Paradise Mall,
Tom?

I was headed for Barney's.

Sure you were.

Listen, PR's laid out a press
conference. You interested?

Oh, cover for me, will you? I gotta go
get my report out, then I'm going home

get some sleep. See you later.

Okay, good night, Bill.

Night.

Tom, I owe you.

Buy me a cup of coffee sometime.

Okay. We'll make it a double.

Hello.

Hello.

What can I do for you?

He said two.

Who did?

Look, someone's been eating at me.

I figured somebody in charge ought to
know.

Have you been drinking?

Yeah, I had a few.

Okay, what is this that you think I
ought to know?

That's stripper Shannon.

She was the fifth victim, right?

Well, your friend Foley, when he was
bouncing me off my wall, he yelled at

You ripped off six of those veils.

Where did you stash the other two?

Five from six is one.

I just thought you ought to know.

Good night, Mr. Stewart.

Last Saturday night.

See, I'm not sure.

Tom always signs with Tab, doesn't he?

Yeah, sure he does.

Yeah. There you are.

I thought he was on some kind of
surveillance job.

Surveillance? Why?

Well, he sat right where you are and
spent all night staring out the window.

Yeah, Pep, how's it going?

Yeah? What?

Okay, I'll meet you there.

Right.

You know, you're the last person I
expected to see again tonight, Pep.

Here. Now, what's this new development?

This, Tom.

They're the same veils, aren't they?

Helen got rid of her bridal outfit years
ago. I think she sent it to Amarillo,

to one of her nieces.

Would you mind if I look through some of
her personal things?

I've just come from Barney's. He looked
up your tab from Saturday night.

From where you were sitting, you watched
Cheever come out of that motel with

Helen, didn't you?

You were always good, you know.

That's funny.

At this time, just you and me standing
here.

The two of us.

I think that's sad, Pep. Don't you think
that's sad?

Yes, Tom.

It's sad.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry. Oh,

I wish Helen had said that.

She could have just asked. for a little
understanding.

All these years, I felt guilty about my
work, my job,

not being a proper husband to her.

I didn't want to tell her I knew.

I didn't want to say anything.

She was so brazen.

She said Cheever made her feel alive in
a way I never had.

She said she wouldn't give him up.

But she didn't give a damn about what I
thought.

I got tired, kid.

All of a sudden, I got very tired and
slapped her with my open

hand, but too hard.

She fell.

I've seen enough bodies to know that it
wouldn't do any good.

The cry, Pep.

Her.

Me. For a whole life, just shot away.

I'm so incredible, Tom. I'm so sorry.

And you went out and you killed Crowell
to shut him up.

Because if we'd have caught him, he
would have confessed to only the other

murders, right? Not Helen's.

Maybe, but I got rid of a psycho who
killed four women.

Maybe I figured someday he'd just
shuffle out of the mental institution.

Stamped sane.

And start again on another rampage.

It happens like that, you know.

Yeah, it sure does.

And that's wrong, but... But you're not
the judge or the jury.

None of us are.

But you can be you. You can... Tom, are
you... Are you

trying to say cover up for you?

You're not...

You're

not thinking of using that on me.

Never ever in my mind.

That must be Crowley.

This is where it ends.

You better let him in, Pep. I'll get
dressed.

Pep, are you in there?

I was going to think nobody was home.

What's up?

We didn't have the whole story.

Tom is the one who killed Helen.

What about the kid?

He just confessed.

Where is he? Getting dressed.

Did you get his weapon?

No. What the hell are you thinking?

Well... Hey, Tom.

Tom, open the door, will you?

Open up.

Polly, open the door.

Open up, Polly.

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