All language subtitles for Hunter - S03 E03 - Crime of Passion.eng

I'm very sorry about your wife.

You actually think that
I may have killed my wife?

I wouldn't be sitting
here if we didn't.

Want do you want to
do, good cop, bad cop?

Maybe I should have
let you play good cop.

The story you told us stinks.

Let's just not jump
to any conclusions here.

I'm starved.

Me too.

That's him, the one on the end.

I saw him right up close.

That's the guy.

Barney, what's going on?

The deceased's name is
Karen Parker, 29, Caucasian.

Blow to the head, put
her out, and then she

had her nose and mouth
held shut until she died.

Any guesses to when?

Only between 2:00
and 5:00 this morning.

Autopsy will narrow
it down to the hour.

Dennis Stone?

Yeah.

Sergeant Hunter, Sergeant
McCall, Metro Homicide.

We'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

If you'd like to have
an attorney present,

you can do that.
- Attorney?

Well, did the
officer you spoke with

read you your rights?

Yeah.

Am I under arrest here?

Well, we don't know that.

What was your relationship to
the deceased, Karen Parker?

She's an interior designer.

She's decorating my
house in Bel Air.

Well, what are you doing
here at her apartment?

We had a meeting.

Didn't she have an office?

Now wait a minute,
am I a suspect here?

Well, you see, we're just having

a difficult time understanding
your actions, Mr. Stone.

You say you came to
the door, and she

didn't answer it, correct?

Uh-huh.

But then your next move
was to have the manager

come and open the door?

That's right.

That kind of strikes us as
a strange sequence of events.

I'm a film director.

I'm used to and I have to
have things run on schedule.

The woman was very punctual.

When she didn't answer the door,
I knew something was wrong.

That's it.

Sergeant, the deceased's
husband is here.

Mr. Parker?

I'm very sorry about your wife.

Excuse me, I've got a production

meeting in about 40 minutes.

Do you need me
for anything else?

No, if we do, we'll be
able to find you, right?

Oh, yeah.

I'm terribly sorry.

I'm Dennis Stone.

Karen was doing my house.

Oh, yes, she mentioned you.

I'm real sorry.

Thank you.

Mr. Parker, we're going to
need a statement from you.

Do you feel up to it now?

Yes.

I think so.

Sergeant Hunter, Lieutenant
Finn on the phone for you.

Excuse me.

Hey, give me this.
- Hey, no way, buddy.

This is news.
- Give me the camera.

Hey.

I'll give you the news.

I'm a homicide detective.

One thing I don't need is
my picture in the newspaper.

Now, you want to
come in here and take

a picture of the corpus
delicti, trees, plants, rugs,

be my guest, but not
of me, you got it?

But I've got other
pictures in there.

If they come out,
I'll mail them to you.

Hunter, do I need to remind you

that we've had four
directives in the last month

to keep a smooth
relationship with the press?

Oh, excuse me, Miss
Internal Affairs.

You know, you're beginning
to sound like Bernie

Terwilliger every single day.

As a matter of fact, when
I get back to the precinct,

I'm gonna have my people move
your desk up next to his.

Well, didn't we get up on
the wrong side of the bed

this morning?
- Yes, we did.

Good morning.

Hi.

Mr. Parker?

Yes, I had them show you
out here because they're

cleaning my room.

Ah.

Would you like some
breakfast, coffee?

Maybe a little
coffee and a roll.

Waiter, can we have
some coffee, please?

So...

You were read your rights
yesterday, do you understand

that they are still in effect?

Yes, if you say so.

We found out a few things
after we last spoke with you.

You say that you
were in Santa Barbara

the night that your
wife was killed,

that you were in bed asleep.

I was, yes.

Well, a housekeeper
says that your rooms are

on opposite sides of the house.

There's no way she could
have known if you'd gotten

up and driven away or not.

Well, that's true, but I didn't.

Well, was there anyone
there to verify that?

I mean, did you
make any phone calls?

Did you receive any?

No.

You actually think that I
may have killed my wife?

I wouldn't be sitting
here if we didn't.

There were two liqueur
glasses on the coffee

table, both of them had
fresh residue in them.

One had cognac in
it, and your wife's

fingerprints on the glass.

The other one
contained a Portuguese

liqueur called Paraca.

We found a bottle
of that liqueur

at the back of the bar with
your fingerprints on it.

You know what it
sounds like to me?

It sounds like somebody
is trying to set me up.

Paraca is my favorite drink.

I took a drink from that
bottle three days ago

when I went to visit Karen.

Well, whatever was in that glass

had only been there
a couple hours.

Is that all you have?

Well, there was no forced entry,

and your prints were
all over the inside,

so it doesn't look too
good for you, Alex.

Sergeant Hunter, I told you
I was there three days ago.

Karen and I may have
been getting a divorce,

but during the two
years of our separation

we were still very good friends.

Both your attorneys told
us that you were involved

in a bitter property dispute.

Whatever bitterness there was
existed between our attorneys,

not between Karen and me.

In fact, I went there
that day because I wanted

to try and straighten
something out that I felt

they were handling very badly.

Maybe I should have
had my lawyer here.

It never crossed my mind
that I was a suspect.

Alex, you're the only suspect.

Ah, here's comes Filini.

Probably wants to
come by and tell

us why he had the door open.

I called him, he wasn't
in, so I left a message.

Thanks for the warning.

I didn't know you needed one.

What do you want to
do, good cop bad cop?

Yeah, let me be the good cop.

You?

Come on.

Hi.

Hi.

I got a call you
wanted to see me.

Yeah.
Thank you for coming in.

Sit down, Mr. Stone.

Lighten up, will you, Hunter?

Mr. Stone is not a suspect.

He's here doing us a favor.

I've had a very trying day, OK?

Hey, it's no problem.

It's understandable.

I expect the action gets pretty
intense in your line of work.

Yeah, I thrive
on action, Dennis.

OK, so, what do you
want to see me about?

We'd like to know a little
bit more about your relationship

with Karen Parker.
- What's to know?

Saw her work, liked
it, hired her.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

You got a problem with that?

Yeah, I got a problem
with it, Dennis.

And here's my problem.

The story you told us stinks.

You said that Karen
Parker's manager opened up

her door for you
because she was a couple

of minutes late for a meeting?

Yeah, that's right.

We've gone over this already,

And we're going
to go over it again.

As I told you, you could
set your clock by that lady,

and I don't have a lot
of time to hang around.

Well, it's just that that was
sort of a strange thing to do,

you know?

I mean, opening the
door like that and all.

Most people would do
that if they haven't seen

somebody for days, not minutes.

I thought I wasn't
a suspect here.

OK.

Can I level with you?

Karen Parker was up at
the house almost every day

for the past two months.

At first, it was
strictly professional,

nothing more than that.

I don't know, time
goes by, we start

to get attracted to each other.

So when she called and
asked me to come over,

I got the distinct
impression she had something

more than business on her mind.

Sex.

That's putting it bluntly.

I got to tell you
something, Sergeant,

I don't like your attitude.

That doesn't bother me.

I was on location 50
miles outside of town

that night that Karen
was killed, which I'm

sure you've checked out by now.

I then drove straight home,
which my wife and my daughter

can verify, if you
want to check that out.

So unless you got some
specific reason for asking,

I'd appreciate it if you'd
knock it the hell off.

I came here to try and help.

I know that, and
I appreciate it.

I do.

So does he, really.

Really?

Got a funny way of showing it.

Can I go now?

Yeah.

You know where to find me.

Maybe I should have
let you play good cop.

When in doubt, hammer
the witness, right?

You hammered the witness
right out of the building.

It was your idea, wasn't it?

Good cop, bad cop.

Besides, we got what we wanted.

He lied, which makes his story
a little bit more sensible now.

Yeah, and it gives
us Alex Parker.

We've got material
evidence, no alibi,

and a serviceable motive.

Let's see if we
can find somebody

who can put him in LA on the
night his wife was murdered.

Hunter, homicide.

No, just a second.

So it's Parker.

Yeah?

He wants talk to you.

Wait a minute, why does
he want to talk to you?

Why doesn't he
want to talk to me?

I'm on this case.

I don't know.

Maybe you're not his type.

Give me the phone.

Yeah, this is Sergeant McCall.
Hello, Mr. Parker.

1 o'clock today?

OK, I'll be there.

He wants me to have lunch with
him at 1 o'clock at his hotel.

With or without his attorney?

I don't know.

He didn't say.

Probably without.

Why do you say that?

Tone of voice.

This wasn't a man
setting up a meeting

between a cop and an attorney.

It was a man asking
a woman to lunch.

Well, he probably thinks you'll

cut him more slack than I will.

Little does he know you're
the alligator of the two.

You got that right.

Oh, listen, do me a favor.

When you get to the hotel,
don't go to his room.

Call, have him meet
you in the lobby.

I'm a cop too, remember?

Is it my move?

That depends on the move.

Why didn't you want
my partner here?

Hunter's a burnt out...

There's nothing left
there but a hard nose.

What am I, a piece of cake?

No.

Not at all.

I just thought that
I'd have a better

chance of opening your mind.

It's not closed.

Well, then, why do I feel like
we're getting into a debate?

I'm a cop and you're a suspect.

It goes with the turf.

That's kind of a shame.

You know, Hunter
knocked me for a loop

yesterday when he said that
I was your only suspect.

Is that still the case?

Yes, it is.

Well, then we all
have a big problem,

because I didn't kill my wife.

You could have told
me that over the phone.

But could I have
made you believe it?

What I believe is irrelevant.

It's a matter of evidence.

It terrifies me that you
and Hunter have already

decided I killed my wife.

That means you're not even
looking for whoever did.

It's just that right now all
of the evidence points to you.

May I explain something to you?

Karen and I were deeply
in love for 10 years.

Even after our separation, we
remained the best of friends,

so no matter what evidence
you may have against me,

the fact remains I
didn't kill my wife.

And if you and Hunter won't
do anything about that,

then I will.

Such as what?

Well, hire the best
investigative firm in the city,

and have them do the job
you and Hunter won't do.

Did Karen have any boyfriends?

We never talked about it.

What about before you separated?

No.

No, she loved her work, and
she got very successful.

Neither one of us paid much
attention to our marriage.

It died of neglect, not
because of another man.

We just got a statement
from Dennis Stone.

He says that he was on his
way to Karen's apartment

for sex, not business.

You're serious?

That's what he said.

I saw Mr. Stone, Karen
wouldn't have gotten

within 10 feet of
him if they were

locked together in a freezer.

You sound pretty sure.

What makes you say that?

She told me about him.

She didn't like him.

He's lying.

Well, it sounds like old
Alex really put it to you, huh?

Put what to me?

You've been conned.

Oh, come on, will you
look, the guy is right.

He's right.

We were zeroing in on
him and nobody else.

Need I tell you that in a
homicide unless it involves

dope or crime, 70%
of the time it's

the spouse that's the killer.

I know that, but I have a
really strong feeling here.

Look, you ever hear
of woman's intuition?

Yes, from my grandmother.

She had a fruit
stand in New Jersey.

She also believed in ghosts.

So do I. And my
women's intuition

is telling me that maybe Alex
Parker did not kill his wife.

Wasting your time.

We've almost got enough on
Parker for the DA as it is.

I'm going to go out and
try to get the rest.

You want to go out and try
somebody else, be my guest.

I will.

Buckle up.

Bismark.

Bismark.

Heel.

Don't worry about him.

He's really such a meatball.

I'm Jody Stone.
- Hi.

Dee Dee McCall.

Thanks for agreeing
to see me today.

Oh.

See that?

He likes you already.

Hello.

No.

Shame on you.

Now go lie down.

Go on.

Sorry about that.

Purebreds can be
so unpredictable.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, why don't
we go around back?

The front hall is still
being redecorated.

It's such a mess.

I'm not ready to
get out of the pool.

Come on, you got
to get ready, Stacy.

I'll get ready when I'm ready.

Excuse me a second.

A mother's work, you know?

Stacy, get out of the pool.

Mom.

Right now.

Don't you do this to me.

I'm sorry.

That's twice I've
said I'm sorry.

Come on inside.

Would you like a drink, a soda?

No.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

You have a lot of pictures here.

Unusual shot.

That's from Dennis's
movie "Night Shock."

That's where Dennis and I met.

Stacy had a pretty
good part in that.

Well, then Dennis
isn't Stacy's father?

No, we've only been
married a couple of years,

but he takes care of her
like his own daughter.

So he directs and you
manage Stacy's career, huh?

No.

Stacy hasn't worked since
Brian and I got married.

I mean, he doesn't believe
that kids should work,

especially in show business.

But I have been keeping
her skills good and sharp.

I mean, she's not going
to be a kid forever.

Mrs. Stone, I have
something that's

a little difficult to say.

It's bound to come out, so
I might as well tell you.

Your husband came to
us and made a statement

that he went to see Karen
Parker to have sex with her.

I'm sorry.

Drink?

No.

Thanks.

I tell myself it
doesn't bother me.

This isn't the first time?

No.

My husband is a film director.

Do you know how often
he gets propositioned

by beautiful women?

Talking about Karen?

No.

She had too much class for that.

I was very realistic
when I married Dennis.

I promised myself I wouldn't
get upset about the occasional

other women because
that kind of thing

sort of goes with
the job, you know?

She won't wear her shoes.

I don't have to wear shoes.

It's too warm out.

Tell I don't have
to wear shoes, Mom.

It's OK, Maria.

Haven't seen you
around here before.

Stacy, this is Dee Dee.

Hi, Stacy.

You the new decorator?

No, dear.

Dee Dee's a friend.

Must be a new friend.

You better hurry up,
dear, you don't want

to be late for Mrs. Talbot.

I hate Mrs. Talbot.

She smells like bathroom spray.

Stacy.

All right, Mom.

You have any kids, Dee Dee?

No.

Don't be in a hurry.

Desk Sergeant took that message

down for one Sergeant Dee Dee
McCall from one Alex Parker.

He says something extremely
important to tell you.

Well, what can I say, Hunter?

He doesn't want to talk to you.

He thinks you're
a burnt out case.

That's very perceptive.

How'd you do with Miss Stone?

She corroborated his alibi.

Did you suspect anything else?

No.
Not really.

What about you?

Well, I did some
real police work today.

I took Alex Parker's
picture and passed it

around the neighborhood.

Anything?

No, not yet, but somewhere
in that neighborhood

is a little old lady
who saw everything

and I'm going to find her.

What do you mean
a little old lady?

Why does it have to
be a little old lady?

It's always a little old lady.

Hello?

Yeah, hi, this
is Sergeant McCall.

Yes, I have something very
important I have to tell you.

OK.

Hold on a second, go.

Well, I really do want
to say it over the phone,

but it is important.
- Where are you?

This... this isn't
the hotel number.

A client of mine left
for Europe this morning,

and he called me up on
the phone and he said, you

built this place, live in it.

It's in Malibu.

Malibu, huh?

Well, that's kind
of far away from here.

You sure you can't
tell me over the phone?

Positive.

Besides, I've just been down
to the rocks and I've harvested

a whole bucket full
of what the Spanish

called.

I was hoping that you
could share them with me.

I don't even know what they are.

They're an absolutely
indescribable delicacy you

just have to taste to believe.

What's the address?

It's 33428 Pacific
Coast Highway.

You won't be sorry.

Now what?

Dinner in Malibu?

Yeah.

It's something he can't
tell me over the phone.

Well, do you want backup?

No.

You don't have to
worry about that.

Really, I don't think the
guy's dangerous at all.

Not at all.

The evidence says he is.

You just keep looking
for your little old lady.

Barnacles?

Not barnacles..

Per...

Well, they look
like barnacles to me.

Well, to the untrained
eye perhaps, but in Spain,

you'd pay about $70
or $80 for a bunch

like this, if you could find
them, and Spanish vino de casa.

- House wine.
- Yep.

Good and cheap.

Sounds good.

Here's to barnacles
and cheap wine.

I'll drink to that.

Not to digress, but
didn't you say you had

something important to tell me?

Yeah, these will
be ready in a minute.

I got a call from
Karen's mother today.

Karen wrote her a letter
about a month ago.

She's going to bring
it back tomorrow.

Remember I told you that
Karen told me that she

didn't like Dennis Stone?
- Yeah.

Well, now we have more
than just my word on that.

According to Karen's
letter, the only person

in that whole house she could
stand was the little girl.

She found her lonely and
afraid and in desperate

need of a friend, and
as for Dennis Stone,

she was, quote,
counting the minutes

until the job was finished.

She found him absolutely
revolting and his wife weird.

So now we know for
a fact that he lied.

Well, actually
all we really know

is what Karen told her mother.

Why would she write
that to her own mother

if it wasn't true?

Why couldn't you tell
me that over the phone?

Because of the, ,

of course.

Yes.

Which are now ready.

Why didn't you show me this?

You weren't supposed
to see it yet.

It's not ready.

Not ready?

This is... this is beautiful.

Too beautiful.

What can I say?

I have a beautiful subject.

I better go.

You don't mean that?

Yeah, I do.

I... I sh...

I had a great time, Alex.

I'll be getting Karen's letter.

Well, you can send it to me.

Better yet, you can
come here and pick it up.

Alex.

Dee Dee, if you want
the letter, it'll be here,

so will I.

Hey, catch of the day.

Fresh mussels.

- Oh, hello.
- Look at that.

They look great.

So what do you think?

Well, I think
it's pretty obvious

your wife thought
Dennis Stone was a jerk.

Which means he's also a liar.

It is the first point in
your favor though, Alex.

Aside from the fact
that I'm not guilty.

I believe you.

That leaves Sergeant Hunter.

Yeah, well, he's out
looking for a little old lady.

- What?
- Nothing.

Never mind.

He's not going to find her.

Come on, tides coming in.

Besides, I'm starved.

Me too.

Hello?

It's for you.

Hello?

Hunter?

Get up and get your clothes on,

we got another
murder on our hands.

- Who?
- Dennis Stone.

You know, for once, I
happen to agree with the ME.

Whacked on the back of the head.

You see these cute
little bruises

around his nose and mouth?

A hand was clamped over them
until his EEG went flat.

That's exactly how
Karen Parker was killed.

Yeah, then he was propped
up behind the wheel of his car

and driven over the
side of Mulholland.

When did this happen?

ME figures 3:00, maybe
4:00 this afternoon.

No witnesses?

A couple of teenagers
found him about 8:30.

Ruined their whole evening.

Yeah, mine too.

Hollywood's going
to miss you, baby.

Him, not you.

What time did you get to Alex's?

About 5:30, which
means you're right,

he would have had the time to
have done it, but why would he?

Dennis Stone must have a
lot of enemies, you know?

Look, whoever killed
Dennis Stone also

killed Karen Parker, same MO.

We thought we had two suspects
before, we've got one now.

Well, let's just not jump
to any conclusions here.

McCall, it's a fact on
a growing list of facts.

The man that I just
spent the evening with

was not a man who just
committed a murder.

Well, let's not
jump to conclusions.

Damn in, Hunter...

Look, I'm going to go
and try and find out

where Dennis Stone's
wife was this afternoon.

His wife, why?

Because you said it yourself,
70% of the time, unless there's

dope or crime involved,
the spouse is guilty,

and the spouse is weird.

It's 3 o'clock in the morning.

You're not going over
there now, are ya?

No.

I'm going over there now.

I'm going to go home.

I'll talk to her later.

Talk to you later too.

No good, huh?

Hunter, I pushed
so hard, for a minute

there I thought I was you.

Both the housekeeper
and the daughter

said that Jody Stone was at home
the day her husband was killed.

She didn't even tell
the little girl yet.

She doesn't seem to think
she'll be able to handle it.

You know, there's
something very bizarre

about that entire household.

Sergeant Hunter?

Yeah?

My name's Dean Ford.

Hi, how you doing?

Sergeant McCall.
- Hi.

Hi.

What can I for you?

Well, I was just
waiting to get a haircut,

and I happened to pick
up this newspaper.

The article says this guy claims
he was in Santa Barbara Friday

night.

So what?

Well, I'm pretty sure I
saw him in LA that night.

Where?

I drive a limousine
for City Lights,

and I dropped a bunch of kids
off at a party near Westwood.

And I had a couple
hours to kill,

so I cruised up to Roy's
Smokehouse for a burger.

It's kind of a hang out of mine.

You're sure it was this guy?

You're positive?

You're absolutely
sure it was this man?

I was coming out of
the bathroom, which

is back behind the phones
there, and this guy

was just hanging up.

He turned around
and we practically

bumped into each other.

He said, excuse me, and I got
a real up close look at him.

This is him.

I think I just found
my little old lady.

That's him.

The one on the end.

You're absolutely sure?

No doubt about it.

I saw him right up close.

That's the guy.

All right.

Thank you, Mr. Ford.

That's it?

It is for now, Mr. Ford.

You're a material
witness to a murder.

If we could have your
address and your phone number

on that piece of paper?

If you decide to leave
town, please call us.

Send them back.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Well?

It's not enough, guys.

It's not a prosecutable case.

Not yet.

I think we're handing
you a damn good case.

Come on, Captain.

No district attorney
in the state's

going to take a guy
that looks like that

in front of a jury on the
strength of what you've got.

Wait a minute.

We've got material evidence,
no alibi, a man who puts Parker

in Los Angeles the
night of the murder,

which means Parker lied?

What more do you want?

I think they call
it the smoking gun.

Oh, yeah, the smoking gun.

Yeah, hello?

Dee Dee, it's Alex.

I...

Who is it?

It's Alex.

I don't want to talk to you.

Dee Dee, for God's sakes,
I got to talk to you.

Come on, open the door.

Please?

I can't talk to you like this.

That's too bad.

You're not coming in.

My lawyer told me
that someone placed

me in Los Angeles on the
night that Karen was murdered.

That's right.

Well, whoever that
person is is lying.

Sure.

Damn it, Dee Dee,
someone is setting me up.

You know, you said that
to me the first time we met.

It wasn't enough just to get
me on your side though, was it?

You had to get me into your bed.
What was that for?

So you could have me
completely under your control?

No.

I thought I was falling
in love with you.

You finished?

No, not quite.

I want you to look
at me and tell me

that you honestly
believe I killed my wife

and then killed Dennis Stone.

I believe it.

Here you go, my friend.

Just the way you like it
with a little twist of lime.

What can I do for you?

I want to ask you a
couple of questions.

Do you know a guy
named Dean Ford?

Oh, sure, I know Dean.

He drives a limo.

Comes in here all the time.

Was he in here
last Friday night?

Now that I couldn't tell you.

Why not?

Me and my old lady flew to
Vegas, I took the weekend off.

But you normally work here
every Friday night, right?

Oh, yeah, and I wish I had
worked last Friday night.

I lost $600 just like that.

OK, thanks.

Stay out of Vegas.

I'll do that.

Hello?

Yeah, Mr. Ford, Sergeant
Hunter, how you doing?

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

Well, in going over
my notes here I realize

I forgot to write down the name
of the restaurant in which you

saw Alex Parker last Friday.

Roy's Smokehouse.

Roy's Smokehouse.

That's in Westwood, right?

Yeah.

Was there anything
unusual that occurred?

Anything you noticed
that you thought

might have been
out of the normal?

No, not really.

What was the name
of the bartender?

- You mean Jim.
- Jim.

Jim.

He was there Friday
night, right?

Yeah.

Well, good, Dean
that helps me out.

Thanks very much.

You've been a big help.

Who is it?

Who do you think it is?

Open up.

Boy, you don't look very good.

Thank you.

You aren't answering
your phone, how come?

Because I don't want
to answer the phone.

Well, get your clothes on.

Let's go.

What?

What, do we have another murder?

No, not another murder.

The guy lied.

Who lied?

The limousine driver.

He wasn't at the restaurant
like he said he was,

which means Alex Parker wasn't
there either, so let's go.

What?

Yeah.

Good evening, you folks
call for a limousine?

Yeah.

Hey, man, you can't do this.

Oh, yes, we can.

Get over there.

Read him his rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right to
have an attorney present.

And if you'd like to have
an attorney before we speak

to you, I highly suggest that.

Yeah, well, I'm going to get
you up on police brutality.

Well, if that's the
case, then I might

as well kick his brains in.

I think he gets the idea.

You lied to us, man.

Your bartender friend was
out of town Friday night.

Which means you're either
the murderer or someone

paid you a lot of money to lie.

Which is it?

I don't have to
tell you anything.

No, no, I know you don't.

You don't have to.

You can call your attorney
after I book you for murder.

Come on.

You said it was important?

Yes, it is.

You're under arrest, Miss
Stone, the charge is murder.

Mom, what are they saying?

Be quiet.

You all right?

Yeah, go find the girl.

Stacy?

Stacy?

Stacy, it's going to
be all right, honey.

Sh.

It's going to be OK.

Good dog.

Good boy.

Stay.

Bismark, no.

Thanks.

Limo driver turned out to
be Jody Stone's boyfriend.

She paid him $5,000
to tell us that story.

She denied that.

In fact, she's
denying everything.

Wouldn't you?

Humor me, Hunter.

Why did she kill Karen
Parker in the first place?

- I don't know.
- You what?

I don't know.

You booked a suspect
on suspicion of murder,

and you don't even
have a motive?

That about sums it up.

What the hell do you have?

Look, my guess is
Jody told her husband

she killed Karen Parker.

Dennis decided to cover for her.

Then she kills her accomplice?

That makes a lot of sense.

Look it, when Dennis realized
he was an accessory to murder,

he got scared.

Jody decided it would
be safer if he was dead.

That's all speculation, Hunter.

You got less on Jody Stone
than you had on Alex Parker.

Jody Stone paid her
boyfriend $5,000 to pin

this murder on an innocent man.

Now, only the murderer
would do that.

That was Alice down in juvenile,

she wants us down there fast.

And my mother made me
swear never to tell anyone.

She said if I told we'd
all be sent to prison.

And can you tell us now?

I can't.

Stacy, have you
told anyone else?

Did you tell Karen Parker?

Yes.

She was nice to me.

I told her, and
my mom found out.

She hit me a lot.

She said never to
tell anybody again.

Well, honey, can
you tell us now?

Can you tell us
what you told Karen?

It's OK.

It's OK, honey, go ahead.

When I was working on
that movie with Dennis,

he took me to his trailer and he
started taking off my clothes,

and he took off his.

What about... what about after?

After he married your mom.

He did it a lot, and my mom
said it was OK, and to let him

do whatever he wanted.

Because if I didn't, he'd
leave and we'd be poor again.

Hi.

Hi.

May I come in?

Sure.

Leaving, huh?

Going home.

Santa Barbara.

Alex, I don't quite
know how to say this

so I'm just going to say it.

Dee Dee, I...

Me first, OK?

OK.

I'm sorry.

I was so wrong, and
I am very sorry.

You just did what you
thought you had to do,

and it hurt me more than I want
to say, but I do understand.

There's something
I want you to have.

Oh.

Alex.

Just a little something
to remember me by.

Remembering you by, huh?

You know, Alex, I
was thinking, I was...

I was hoping.

Maybe we might be
able to, I don't know,

try to give it another shot.

Dee Dee, what happened is
like a big wall between us.

You didn't build that wall.

Circumstances did,
but it's there,

and I'm just afraid
it'll always be there.

Yeah, I know.

I thought about that
driving over here too,

and I understand.

I don't know.

You may be right.

But will you do
me a little favor?

I'd like you to have lunch
with this friend of mine.

Her name's Dee Dee McCall.

She's a pretty nice gal.

I know that she would be more
than willing to make the drive

to Santa Barbara tomorrow.

Nothing too fancy,
just lunch just

to meet for the first time.

I think I'd like that.

Me too.