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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Beautiful morning,
isn't it?

Morning.

Call the police,
report a dead body.

Is she dead?

You were here.
Did you see anything?

No, nothing.

You live around here?

I rent a little cottage
down the beach.

"LCPD." Are you
a policeman?

Yeah.

Would you mind helping me
look around,

see if she left anything
on the sand

that might tell us
who she is?

Yes, of course.

HOOKER: Lew,
anything on the girl yet?

How long since you
pulled her out of
the drink? Five hours?

Gimme a break, Hooker.
I got a couple of
other things going here.

Don't you have an ID
on her yet?

No, Hooker,
I do not have an ID.

What about her
personal effects?

(SIGHS) I called down
to the morgue.

The M.E. said there
was nothing with
her name on it.

You called them?
You didn't go down?

You may have a homicide.

Look, Hooker,
even if we had the manpower
and 48-hour days

we'd still end up with a lot
of unidentified bodies.

Maybe so...

But the girl I found
is not going to be
one of them.

When I carried her out
of that tide pool,

her hand somehow
closed around my arm.

It was as if she was
reaching out to me

even in death.

I'm gonna run
with this one, Lew.

Be my guest
but keep in touch.

You find out who
the girl was, Hooker?

That only makes it worse.
Not to take your
own name with you.

Lew Jensen's got
a case load
that won't quit.

This one's on
the bottom
of the stack.

I'm gonna follow
through on it.

What can we do
to help?

Check Missing
Persons reports
at all the precincts.

If you come up dry,
put out inquiries
statewide.

Stacy and I'll get
right on it.

Let's go, junior.

The morgue.

Afternoon, Hooker, Romano.

The new 533-I,
I'm gonna t0
spring for it.

What do you think?

It's sharp.
We're here about
the Jane Doe

who was brought in
this morning...

I just finished
the preliminary.

What did you find?

Homicide. No water
in the lungs.

She was hit on the back
of the head,

died before she ever got
dumped in the ocean.

How can you be sure
it's a homicide?

Couldn't she have slipped
and hit her head on a rock?

No way.

The wound to the skull
is unique and symmetrical.

Serrations are of
identical size and spacing.

Nature doesn't fashion
things that evenly.

What kind of instrument
would make that kind
of wound?

Haven't the slightest.

Let's see the girl's
personal effects.

Help yourself.

Oh, and I'm getting
the transparent lift-off
roof panel.

Did I tell you that?

I've got to
tell 'em
something.

Lipstick, key...
Looks like a personal
phone book.

Funny thing about these
little black books...

Nobody ever puts
their own name in it.

VINCE: The other entries
might give us a lead.

Tell Lathrop I'm taking
the little black book
and the key.

I'll sign a receipt.

I don't get it, Hooker.
Hasn't Jensen already
scoured the scene?

Well, Jensen
was supposed to have
scoured the scene,

but with his caseload,
he might've
missed something.

Never hurts to take
a second look.

Remember that when you go
for your gold shield.

Hooker, catch that.

You were right
about Jensen.

I think I see
something he left
out of his report.

Hi, Hooker,
you're back.

So are you.

What about the girl?
Did you find out
who she was?

I'm working on it.

You know, I have a feeling
I saw her before.

Maybe even took
her picture.

Why would you
have done that?

For one of my paintings.

You see, when I do
a beach scene,

the people aren't going
to stay in place
until I finish,

so I take a number
of photographs
from different angles,

and I work from one
of the photographs.

When you're finished,
what do you do
with these photographs?

Toss them in a box.

I wanna see those pictures.

Well, sure,
but it could take hours.
I've a few years' worth.

It's very important.

I know it is.

Why don't you let me
do the looking?

Then you come by,
say, about 8:00,

and by then,
if there is a photo,

I'll have found it.

I'll be there.

Eight o'clock?
Maybe you should bring
a bottle of wine.

Yeah, maybe I will.

We're supposed to be
taking a second look.
Let's get to it, shall we?

He's at it again.

VINCE: There are only names
and phone numbers
in the book.

He's got the phone
company matching
addresses and numbers.

But until they come through,
all he can do is call.

Right.

I've seen it happen before.
Sometimes a cop gets
caught up in a case...

Sometimes
too caught up
for his own good.

Come on, Corrigan,
Hooker gets caught up
in every case.

Yeah, well,
maybe you're right.

Well, thanks.
And if you recall
anyone you know

who looks like the girl
I described,

please contact me
at the Academy Precinct.

Thank you.

Digging up these pictures
was enough.

Didn't expect you
to make enlargements.

Gave me a chance
to use my new equipment.

Here you go.

What do you think?

HOOKER: When I thought
about her,

what she must've looked like
when she was alive.

This is the way I saw her.

I meant what do you think
about the prints...

But I don't blame you
for looking at her instead.

There's a sweetness,
a freshness about her.

Innocence.

Vulnerable.

The prints... First quality.

(CHUCKLES)
That's more like it.

I forgive you.
Come on.

How about opening
that gorgeous bottle
of wine you brought?

I have cheeses
you've never even
heard of to complement it.

Well, at least
I've never heard
of them.

You have
a special touch.

I think there are
a lot of special things
I could do for you, Hooker.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hello, Andrea,
this is Sergeant Hooker
of the police department.

I'm trying to find
the identity of
a murder victim

and your name is in
her personal phone book.

Oh, really?

Not many girls
have my name
in their personal book.

Perhaps, if I give you
her description,

it might help you
recognize her.

She had brown hair,
blue eyes,

was 5'6"
and 112 pounds.

Well, except for the hair,
you're describing me

right down to my
little ol' toes.

Now, who is this?
And who gave you
my phone number?

This is no put-on,
and if you can help me,
I'd appreciate it.

Oh, I'm sure
I can help you, Sergeant,

but not with your phone book.

I'll keep that in mind.
Thank you very much.

Hooker...

How's it going?

About 20 calls so far.

Some, no answers,

and the rest can't
or won't put a name
to her description.

Why don't you take
a break, partner?

Yeah, I need
some more silver.

Can I have some
change, please?

How long you going to
keep calling tonight?

Till they start
hanging up.

How many names
are in that book?

Eighty, eighty-five.

Give me some of
those numbers.

There's
only one phone.
Maybe tomorrow.

Thank you.

If someone found
my personal
telephone book

and called
20 people in it,

it's hard to believe
that no one would
recognize my description.

You know, Corrigan,
maybe you're right.

Maybe Hooker is getting
too caught up.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

Yes?

Is this, uh, Grant?

Who is this?

How did you get
my private number?

This is Sergeant Hooker,
of the LCPD.

I'm attempting to identify
a young lady

and your number
is in a personal phone book
that was in her possession.

I see, and can you
describe her?

About 20, five-foot-six,
112 pounds, brown hair,
blue eyes.

I'm afraid that doesn't
ring a bell, Sergeant.

And I have no idea
how the young woman
got my phone number.

Well, unfortunately,
she can't tell us.
She's in the morgue.

And if you happen
to remember,

please contact me
at the Academy Precinct.

By the way, uh,

Grant is the only name
written here.

Is that your first
or your last name?

You'll have to excuse me,
Sergeant. Good night.

You get somethin'?

I'm not sure.

This guy was very happy
to hear from me.

Well, if anything does
come to mind,

please give us a call
at the Academy Precinct.

That does it.

Last call, we've worked
our way through
the black book.

And no one seems to know
your Jane Doe.

But we have this
from the phone company.

Full names and addresses
that match up with each of
the numbers.

What about the key
that we found
in the girl's effects?

Nothing unusual.
I had S.I.D. check it.

They said it's cut
from a standard
door key blank.

Hey, look at this.

The man that hung up on me?

I was asking if Grant
was his first or last name.

Now I know
why he hung up on me.
His name is Grant Chandler.

The Grant Chandler?

You mean Daddy Warbucks?

President of Independent
Pacific Bank.

A man with a reputation
to protect.

Sounds more promising than
most of the others we called.

Riverview Tennis Club,
Delrey Cleaners,

the Track,
the tobacco shop...

The names in the
little black book...

Too many of them have to do
with a man's business.

Then why would she be
carrying the book?

Maybe to do things
for the man in her life...

A husband, an employer,
a boyfriend,

maybe even her father.

Junior.

Anxious to talk to
Mr. Grant Chandler?

You could say that.
You could definitely
say that.

Let's see those numbers.

We never finished
our phone conversation
last night, Mr. Chandler.

Really? What can I do
for you?

The girl I mentioned,

the one l found dead
on the beach,

Twenty, 5'6",
brown hair, blue eyes.

Still doesn't ring
any bells.

No recollection of her,
and yet somehow

she has your private,
unlisted number

and jotted it
down in her book.

I don't care that this girl
had my private number
or how she got it.

The point is,
and let me repeat,
I never knew her.

I never even knew of her.

I hear you,
Mr. Chandler,

but I'm having a little
trouble believing you.

I'm convinced
you knew her

and I think you may
even know how she
ended up dead

in a tide pool
on the beach.

Yeah, you can think
what you like,

but your opinion
is offensive,

so let me put you
on notice.

I have some
very powerful friends
in this city.

What was she
to you, Chandler?

Did you meet her some place
and try to hit on her?

Did you have
an affair with her?

Did she learn
something about you
that you didn't want known?

I don't have to listen
to another word of this.

Get out of my office.

You knew her.
I know you knew her.

Would you like me
to call security and have you
forcibly removed?

Yeah, you do that.
I'll make so much heat,

you'll see it
on the 5:00 news.
Would that suit you?

I wasn't aware
that our police force

pursued its hazy suspicions
with such aggression.

It doesn't.

The Department isn't even
interested in this case.

It's just another Jane Doe.
Now, this is personal,
Chandler.

So I'll be
seeing you again,

and keep on seeing you
and digging

until I learn
who the lady was,

what happened to her
and where you fit
into the picture.

You can count on it.

I had a very
unpleasant visit

with the police officer
who phoned me last night.

Hooker?

And he has
to be dealt with
and quickly

before he can cause
irreparable damage.

Serious business, sir,
killing a cop.

The threat he poses
is infinitely more serious.

Then we'll ice him.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

Hooker, what's goin' on?

I think it's over,

but you'd better get back
to your room.

Why would anyone do this?

They were looking for me,

and for something else.

Officer Involved Shooting
Team's taking a long time
with Hooker.

Does he have
any idea who the
perpetrators were?

No, but he's sure
they're connected
to his Jane Doe.

They had to be
looking for the
little black book.

There isn't
anything else
in Hooker's room

worth stealing.

What do you have
there, Romano?

Hooker's
artist friend
came through

with a photo
of Jane Doe when
she was alive.

Wow.

Now that I see
what this girl looked like,

I can understand
Hooker's hang-up.

She was beautiful.

Well, hang-up
or no hang-up,

Hooker's push to
find out who she was
and what happened to her

is rattling
somebody's cage.

And I'm going to keep on
rattling the cage,

until I shake
the killer loose.

What about
the banker,
Chandler?

Romano says you went
nose to nose with him
yesterday.

Chandler's definitely
tied to her, he doesn't
want to admit it.

Puts him at the top
of your list of
candidates.

Until we have
something more to go on,

we're gonna have to
work around Chandler.

By dropping in on everyone
listed in the little
black book?

That's the ticket.

We took half the names.
Is there anything else
you need?

Half is more than enough.
Let's roll.

Two of you and you couldn't
handle one of him!

You not only
didn't take him out,

you didn't bring back
that phone book!

Mr. Chandler, this guy,
Hooker, turned out to be
one tough cop.

You're supposed to be
a professional, Ryker.

We had a business
arrangement.

You bring me
dirty drug money,
I launder it,

and you take care
of any obstacles
along the way...

Like Hooker!

I want that cop
out of my life!

He will be
after a day.

We'll blow him to hell
and back.

(BEEPING)

VINCE: Well, that takes
care of another number
in her little black book.

(BEEPING)

HOOKER: We keep
searching till we
find all the answers.

(BEEPING)

None of these people
seem to have seen
or heard of your Jane Doe.

Well, maybe they haven't.

Oh, you're saying
maybe none of these people

that we're talking to
ever saw her?

Maybe they
just talked to her
on the phone.

How do you figure that?

Well, think
of the people
we contacted.

The health club
that's really a high price
massage parlor.

Top dollar call girls,
sounds to me like
she'd contact them,

only to make an appointment
for someone else.

Like you figured a man.

A man.

A man like Grant Chandler.
He's my pick for the part.

So, who do we talk to now?

Hooker?

You're with me?

I was waiting for
the other shoe to drop.

What shoe?

Well, they tossed my place
looking for the black book,

they shoot at me
and I'm still here

and I still got
the black book so...

I see what you mean.

Get a hold of Stacy
and Corrigan
on the tag channel.

See if they've had
better luck with their list
than we've had with ours.

(STATIC FEEDBACK
BUZZING RHYTHMICALLY)

(BEEPING)

(STATIC FEEDBACK BUZZING)

Seems to be
a loose connection
on the radio.

(STATIC FEEDBACK CONTINUES)

There's a pattern
to that static.

What pattern?

One I've heard before...

For an
electromagnetic detonator.

You mean there's a detonator
in this car?

And where
there's a detonator,
there's usually a bomb.

(BEEPING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(CONTINUES BEEPING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Damn, that was close.

'Cause we're getting close.

We're making somebody
very nervous.

VINCE: We got here
as soon as we could.
What's up?

We got lucky.
The cleaners knew
your Jane Doe.

Recognized her
the moment we showed
them her picture.

Did they have a name?

Susan Fairchild.
Pretty name.

Susan.

Looks like
she lived alone.

The cleaners said
the only things she ever left
with them were her own.

What does that do
to your theory

that she was carrying
the little black book

to take care of things
for some man?

Doesn't change it,
look.

"Delrey Cleaners"
in pencil.

Almost all the others
are in ink.

Then the ones in ink
have to do with some
man's business

and the few that are
in pencil were probably
Susan's personal numbers.

Did the cleaners have
an address on Susan?

Yeah, about four blocks
from here. 6750 Esplanade.

Thanks, guys,
for your help.

What a tragedy.
This is terrible.

Susan was so nice.

Goodness, sweetness
just surrounded her,
you know?

Yes, sir. We know.

All right, thank you
very much. We'll lock up
when we're done.

Thank you.

VINCE: The key from
Susan's personal effects?

And it doesn't fit.

Wonder whose door
it does fit.

(WIND CHIME CHIMING)

Eerie... You can
almost feel her.

Look at this.

HOOKER: "Eddie Beal
County Jail."

Gotta be a friend
of Susan's if they're
corresponding.

Eddie Beal?

I'm Sergeant Hooker.

I read your rap sheet.

You're in
for possession.

That's a phony rap.

What's it to you,
anyway?

Try me.

Yeah? Who set you up?

A guy named
Roy Downing.

Let's hear the story.

This guy named Downing,
he hired me to
run some errands.

On the first day out,
he gives me this package
to deliver downtown.

So I'm driving downtown
and all of sudden,
these cops pull me over,

say they've got this lead
I'm... I'm carrying cocaine.

That's what was in the package
when you were busted?

Yeah.

What about Downing?

He claimed he never
saw me before.

Are you going to do
anything about it?

I might.

But first, I'd like
to talk to you about
a friend of yours...

Susan Fairchild.

Sue?

Is Sue in trouble?

Man, if she is, that's gonna
tear at the rest

of the way with her folks.

Go on.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

Those bluenose
Bible-thumpers,

they wrote her off back
when we left Iowa together.

They said I lured her
into the ways of sin...

But we were
just friends.

Just two kids
from the same town

who couldn't take it
anymore and got out.
That's all.

How can I get in touch
with Susan's parents?

What for?

Something
happened to Sue,
didn't it?

Eddie, I'm sorry.

She's dead.

What?

Dead?

ALL: One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

How'd they take
the news, Hooker?

Eddie Beal was right
about Susan's parents.

They said, as far as
they're concerned,

Susan was already dead
from the moment
she turned her back

on their ways
and their beliefs
and left town.

They're not even going to
claim her body for burial.

Then she'll end up
in Potter's Field.

That's just
not right.

It's not going to be that way
if I have anything to
do with it.

How are you guys doing
on your half of the list?

Moving through it,
but so far nothing else
has shaken up.

I'd like to help Eddie Beal.

You think he was telling
the truth about being set up?

I'm certain of it.

Run a make on Roy Downing.

We'll find time to visit him.

I gotta drive down to
the beach to see Alice.

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

HOOKER: Hi.

ALICE: Come to buy
a painting, Sergeant?

I came to tell you
we've identified
the girl.

Your photograph did it.

Terrific.

Does that mean
you owe me one?

I owe you one.

You could
buy me lunch.

There's a great little
French restaurant
right down the street.

Hey, that's
the least I can do.

When did you do that?

A month...
Two months ago.

That jacket...

I've seen one
like it before.

You told me that

you photograph
these scenes before
you paint them.

Do you happen
to have that photo?

Maybe buried in one
of those boxes of yours?

Yes, but not buried.

When I paint
a picture from a photo,

that photo
goes in a file.

I can put my hands
right on it.

Would you, please?

Right now?
What about lunch?

What about
dinner, instead?

How about tonight?

Now that's an offer
I can't refuse.

Give me half a minute
to get my things together,

and we'll go
find that photo.

Here it is, Hooker.
But you can't
make out the faces.

Can you blow this up?

Dancing after
dinner tonight?

That's blackmail,
but I'm easy.

Good.

I can blow it up then.

HOOKER: Just who
I thought it'd be.

You know him?

Not exactly.

He owns the big house
about a half-mile
from here.

Don't know
his name, though.

He's hardly ever
on the beach.

I'll get
a search warrant.

You can't miss the house.

It's at the end of
the road on the cliffs
overlooking the beach.

Hey! I'll be
ready at 8:00.

(DOGS BARKING)

(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING)

(WAVES CRASHING)

What took you
so long?

I've been
waiting for you.

Relax.

If I wanted to
waste you, I had
the chance...

What stopped you?

I need you alive.

Your gun.

Throw it.

Where do you fit in?

I work for a guy
named Jack Ryker.

He works for Chandler.

ROY: Ryker gave
me the job of getting
rid of Susan's body.

And you planted
the black book

and the key on her body,
so it'd lead back to Chandler.

Chandler pretended
he was gonna make Susan
his personal secretary,

so, he put her up here
in the cabana.

What he really wanted,

was to get next to her.

He even told Ryker to
get her hometown friend
out of the way.

Eddie Beal.

You framed him on
a possession charge.

You're Roy Downing.

You're pretty smart, Hooker,

but it doesn't matter.

After I say what
I have to say, I'm gone.

You must've have cared
for Susan a great deal.

I did.

She was beautiful...

And kind...

And we used to talk.

I loved her eyes.

They were clean
and sparkling, like her.

Why did Chandler kill her?

She found out he was
laundering money for
a couple of drug rings.

I guess she was going to
blow the whistle.

Listen, Downing...

Stay there.

It's gonna be hard

to make a case against
a man as powerful
as Chandler

without your testimony.

It's your problem,
not mine.

I'm gonna make it
your problem.

You walk,

Susan's killer walks.

Now, look...

You can pick up
Chandler and Ryker

at the Corona Yacht
and Health Club.

They'll be there,
4:00.

That's all I want to
have to do with it.

You went to a lot
of trouble to get me here

so that a girl like...

A girl like Susan,

wouldn't have
her life cut short

without the person
responsible for it
paying the consequences.

(SIGHS) Do you know
what you're asking
me to do Hooker?

What so you think
Susan would want?

You think she'd
want you to help?

I can tell you she would.

Roy, I need you.

Just how dangerous
are these guys?

No telling what
Chandler'll do when
he knows he's cornered.

Does he carry a gun?

What about Ryker?

You two cover the sides,
we're going in.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hold it, Chandler!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

HOOKER: Chandler, give it up!

(SIREN WAILING AT A DISTANCE)

You're under arrest
for murder.

Go away, Hooker!

Squad.

Your man, Downing,
told us everything.

HOOKER: He's gonna
testify in court.

Give it up!

Give it up, Chandler!

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN CONTINUES WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

This is Four-Adam-Thirty.

Request

helicopter at Admiralty Way
and 14th.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Make another pass.

He's only got one more
round in that gun.

Don't worry, he missed
with the others, didn't he?

Put me down
on the deck.

You had it all, Chandler,

and you wanted more and more!

And you didn't care
what it took to get it.

Too bad Susan's friend,

Eddie Beal,
couldn't be here.

We tried our best
to get him released
in time.

The County Jail
couldn't get the papers
processed soon enough.

Maybe it's all
for the best.

Eddie can remember
her the way
he knew her.

The sweetness,
the beauty
he remembered.

At least
we're here.

Right.

JIM: Hooker,

we may not be
her family,

but at least somebody
cared, something
tells me that matters.

I'd like to think
you're right.

Shouldn't somebody
say something?

Hooker?

(SIGHS) Susan,
I never knew you,

it's my loss.

Perhaps you were
too innocent,

too beautiful to survive.

I don't know.

That's wrong.

It's all wrong

I want you to know,

you won't be forgotten.

Taking care of Susan
like this, Hooker,

seeing that she's
put to rest properly,

it's really very
thoughtful, very kind.

I'll settle for decent,

which she deserved.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)