All language subtitles for Hunter - S03 E20 - Hot Pursuit (Pt. 1).eng

Looks like she hit the ground
going about 90 miles an hour.

Yeah, but she was
dead before that.

Shot in the head.

That one.

Shut the whole thing down.

What are her chances?

She's into the ground, Sporty.

She's dead.

Are you happy?

Huh?

I mean, ask yourself,
are you happy?

How can you be happy
here, with this city

life, hemmed in by concrete
and glass and steel, huh?

Barking dogs just driving
your mad, neighbors

all over the place, just hemming
you in, hemming you in, huh?

Being terrorized by
animals and hoodlums?

Well, of course
you're not happy.

It's driving you crazy.

It's driving you nuts.

Well, friends,
here's the solution.

Big Jack's Camperland!

Whoa!

Where your fantasy of freedom
becomes an RV reality.

We've got four acres of fun
and freedom here, folks!

Motor homes!

We've got the biggest selection
of country comfort cruisers

this side of the Mississippi.

Oops, how'd that get in there?

Big Jack's Camperland, open
from 9:00 to midnight, huh?

You come and see us, you hear?

Big Jack loves you!

Got the picture?

Captain, the way
I see it, this DB

is not our responsibility.

Route 9 is the dividing line
between Palmdale and LA.

She does have a
point there, Charlie.

It all depends on
what side of the road

that body is laying on.

Hello?

Why today of all days?

Don't take this all personally.

Now, just relax.

Hello, Ernie!

How are things
doing in Palmdale?

Yeah, so I hear we've
got a DB up on route 9,

and there's some question
as to whose side of the road

she's on.
Ah.

OK.

Ernie, a pleasure, as usual.

Yeah, so long.

Well, McCall, unless
you want to drag

that body to the other side
of the road, she's all yours.

Great.

What's the matter with her?

Well, today's her birthday,
Charlie, and you screwed it up.

This guy is really great, too.

I take it you have a lunch date.

I had a lunch date.

Anybody I know?

You wouldn't approve.

So, what do we got this
time, another jerk attorney?

What do you mean
another jerk attorney?

What do you think,
just because I

date one attorney one
time, you think those are

the only kind of guys I date?

No!

This guy happens to be a doctor.

And he's very
successful, and he's

very busy, which means we don't
have a lot of time together.

And now we're not going
to have any time together.

I'll tell you what.

I'll go on this little run, and
you can stay with your doctor.

Really?
You mean...

- Sure.
- Yeah?

You cover?

Sure.

Aw!

You're an angel.

Yeah.

Take it easy on him.

How you doing, Barney?

Hi, Hunter.

What's her name?

There's no ID on her, but
they're running her prints.

Judging from the
marks on the ground,

looks like she
rolled about 60 feet.

Looks like she hit the ground
going about 90 miles an hour.

Yeah, but she was dead
before that, shot in the head.

Her name was Anita Fargo, alias

Maria Fuego, first arrested
May of 1985 on prostitution.

She was 19 years of age.

Then, six months
later, Fargo was picked

up again as Darlene Darling.

God, how about the
names on these girls?

You know, I think I like
this blonde look better.

Mm-hmm.

Then again as Betty Blade.

Betty Blade?

What a name.

Is this the last we got on her?

That's it.

She was picked up
with two other girls,

Susan Dumont, alias Susie
Q, and Mary Lekowski,

alias Vicki Lake.

Well, they were picked
up near MacArthur Park.

Tell you what,
I'll go down there

and talk to some of
the working girls.

Want me to go with
you and hold them

while you interrogate them?

What, are you lonely?

No, you stay here
and talk to Sporty.

Sporty?
That's a good idea.

Drive carefully.

Kirby, how you doing?

Hi, Sergeant.

Sporty, hi.

Good afternoon, Sergeant.

How you doing?

I'm not interrupting
a big important business

meeting, am I?

No interruption.

I'm just boning up
on a new tax law.

Oh, trying to figure
out how you can lay

off some of Bogota's million?

Me, Bogota's million?

Are you crazy, Sergeant?

I told you, I don't have it.

But I wish I did, because it
would be worth every cent just

to get you to drop the subject.

Consider it dropped.

I need some info.

Anita Fargo, she's a hooker.

You don't say?

Uh, yeah, I've seen her around.

But not lately.

What's she into?

She's into the ground, Sporty.

She's dead.

You see, I'm looking for a
couple of her co-workers,

Susie Q and a Vicki Lake.

Yeah, well, you know how these
girls are, Sergeant, they come

and they go.

Every time you drag
them into the station,

they got a new name.

But I will see what I can do.

Sporty James Enterprises.

Appreciate it, Sporty.

Just doing my duty as
a law-abiding citizen.

It's for the Sergeant.

Thanks, Kirby.

Hi.

Where are you?
- I'm at a phone booth.

I found Susie.

Well, that's very
fast work, McCall.

Where'd you find her?

I don't really have
time to go into it,

but get a load of this.

She and Anita Fargo were
working for a guy who

runs RVs from here to San
Francisco, servicing truckers

and traveling salesmen.

You gotta be kidding.

Uh-uh.

That's just the beginning, too.

Listen, she wants to talk,
but she's real scared.

Why don't you meet me at
my house, say at 7 o'clock

tonight, OK?

Yeah, see you there.

Ta-ta.

Ta-ta?

Yeah, officer down.

Send an ambulance, code
three, to 8534 Mesdon Drive.

Code Blue, ICU.

Code Blue, ICU.

, call the operator.

I'm sorry you
can't come in here.

You'll have to wait outside.

Excuse me, please.

Out of the way.

Dr.
Parker, three north.

Dr. Parker, three north, please.

Physical therapist
at five east, please.

Any news?

They just rolled
Susan Dumont out.

She's dead.

- Sergeant Hunter?
- Yes.

I'm Dr. Lee.

Dr. Lee.

Sergeant McCall is in
the intensive care unit.

Her condition is critical.

What are her chances?

She has a bullet lodged between

the third and fourth vertebrae.

She's experiencing what
we call spinal shock.

She's paralyzed
from the neck down.

This might be temporary,
caused by the swelling

of the spinal cord,
or the bullet might

have caused permanent damage.

Well, can't you operate?

We won't know until
the swelling goes down.

That could take maybe a week.

Doctor, is there any chance at
all we can talk to her tonight?

We'd like to know if she
got a good look at whoever

it was that shot her.

She's not in any condition to
answer that question right now.

I'll let you know when
you can talk to her.

Well, she could still
be in some danger.

I'd like to post a man outside
of her door if I could.

I'll speak with hospital
administration immediately.

- Thank you.
- Need any help on this?

No, I'm fine, Charlie.

Thanks.

Well, if you need
anything, let me know.

I appreciate that.

Volunteer to six west.

I just heard what happened, man.

Is she all right?

No, she's not, Sporty.

She's in the ICU.

Oh, my god.

Nurse administrator

to pediatrics, please.

About a year ago,
some guy comes into town

and starts checking out some
of the choicest girls, right?

Now, none of the pimps
took him seriously

until they woke up one morning,
checked out their inventory,

and realized that
two or three dozen

of some of their choicest
girls had disappeared.

Sounds like the guy
McCall was talking about.

Does anybody know who this guy
is, got a description of him?

No.

But from what I'm told,
Anita Fargo, Susie Q,

Vicki Lake, they all dropped out
of sight just about that time.

Respiratory therapist to CCU.

OK, Sporty.

Appreciate the info.

I better find Vicki Lake.

Oh, oh!

There's a brother out there who
owes me a favor, a big favor.

And if there's anybody who
knows where Vicki Lake is,

Homer does.

Homer, huh?

I didn't know he was
back out on the street.

Where can I find him?

Homer, how you doing?

Pearlie.

You're not still
mad at me, are you?

What are you looking
for me for, Hunter?

Well, actually I'm looking
for somebody you might know.

And just who might that be?

Vicki Lake.

And you expect me
to help you find her?

Someone's killed two
of her friends, Homer.

She might be next.

And you're not
looking to bust her?

Just want to help her?

Yep.

Tell me why I
should believe you.

People after Vicki, they
shot my partner Dee Dee McCall.

She's in the hospital,
paralyzed from the neck down.

Think he's telling the truth?

OK, Hunter.

There's a massage parlor
over on Fremont and Hill.

You can't miss her.

She's a dirty
blonde, real skinny,

but she's got a
hell of a profile.

Thanks, Homer.

I owe you one.

Cover charge is 20 bucks.

Right this way.

That one.

OK, that's a minimum $10 tip.

What are you going
to do, bust me?

Vicki, I understand
you know a man who

runs girls up and down the
highway in motor homes,

is that right?

Look, come on, Vicki, I don't
know if you know this or not,

but your girlfriends,
Anita Fargo and Susie Q,

well, they're dead.

You could be next.

Now come on, talk to me.

Um...

Look, uh, about a year ago,
I had a fight with my pimp.

Mm-hmm.

And that's when I heard about
this guy with the motor homes,

so we checked him out.

Told me to meet him
at Pershing Square.

But he didn't come.

He sent a woman named Flo.

She was a working girl, maybe
40, with a lot of miles on her.

She said I'd be
getting 1,000 a week

plus 20%, no pimps, no nothing,
just me and three other girls

in a motor home.

I was on the road that night.

How many motor
homes do they use?

I don't know,
eight or nine maybe.

Flo was the manager.

She followed us around,
told us which roads to take,

where to stop.

She handed all
the money, did she?

Yeah, once a week, she
paid us whatever was due,

and then put the rest in
an envelope and leave.

I saw her one time
give the money

to somebody in a
big black Rolls,

but I didn't see who was inside.

What does Flo look like?

Can you describe her to me?

I don't know.

Red hair, she's maybe 5'
6, 5' 7, kind of heavy.

Maybe 130, 140.

Oh, yeah, she's got a tattoo.

It's a rose on her
shoulder up near her back.

What highways did they take?

All of the major truck routes.

All we had to do was
just get on the CB

and say "the wild bunch was
pulling into a truck stop,"

and we'd be turning
tricks like crazy.

Wild bunch?

Yeah.

Yeah, each RV had
its own handle.

Soft Shoulder, Hot
Pursuit, stuff like that.

At $1,000 a week and 20%,
that's a lot of money, Vicki.

Why'd you quit?

Vicki, come on now.

You're in danger.

Your friends are dead.

Talk to me here.

Yeah, that's right.

I am in danger, all right?

Talking to you.

I have answered
all your questions.

The well is dry.

Your time is up.

Names Sergeant Rick Hunter,
Metropolitan Homicide.

You gotta get a hold of
me, you know how it works.

Thanks.

Sergeant, please don't
ask her to talk too much.

She's in pain and under
a lot of medication.

Thank you.

Code Blue, ICU.

Code Blue, ICU.

Dr. Lynch to radiology.

Dr. Lynch to radiology.

How you doing?

OK.

Doctor told me not to
have you talk too much.

Just relax.

I found Vicki Lake.

Susie OK?

No, she didn't make it.

Did you see the
guy that did this?

No.

I didn't see much.

Respiratory therapist to CCU.

Respiratory therapist to CCU.

You're gonna be OK.

Hey, go ahead, breaker.

What's your 20?

10-4.

What's on your mind, driver?

I need a 20
on the nearest public scale.

I gotta make sure
this thing's legal

before I leave the county.

Breaker 19,
wild man, you got your ears on?

This is Bigfoot northbound on 5.

I just passed a gypsy
flying under I-46 underpass.

This is Wildman.

I got the hammer down, and
I'm riding light, dead-heading

to Phoenix with a load of cans.

Better pull her back.

There's a bear in the
air taking pictures...

Breaker 19,
breaker 19, anybody out there?

I got 300 miles to go, and I
need somebody to keep me awake.

If you're really hard up,

there's an old geezer on
16 who's been singing up

a storm for an hour and a half.

I'm not that hard up.

Guess I'll pull over and
hit the box for a couple.

KNX, 60 off.

Breaker 19, this is Streaker.

I'm at the Gag and
Puke on 5, and I got

Shack Man looking for a ride.

Anybody doing a sleeper
run and needs a hand?

Which way
is he heading, Streaker?

He's heading east,

but he'll take any
ride he can get.

This is Globetrotter.

I'm heading for Houston,
could use a hand.

That far enough?

That'd be great, Globetrotter.

OK.

See you at Cal Star in 15.

I got a tilt cab, and I'm
hauling metalwork tin.

Be ready cause I'm
running behind.

Right.

See you in 15.

Streaker out.

Breaker 19.

BKA Truckie, northbound on 99.

This is Sleeping Bear.

You got your ears on?

This is BKA.

What's the word?

Looks like you're riding heavy.

If that's true, better pull
off at 152 and go around.

The county managers are out
for bear on inspection 190.

10-4, Sleepy Bear.

Catch you on the flip-flop.

KMA 70 off.

Breaker 19, breaker 19.

This is Old Yeller,
southbound on 99.

Fancy
Footwork, are you still pulling

in at Cal Star on route 5?

Negatory, Old Yeller.

Breaker 19, breaker 19.

Hello, all you lonely
truckers out there.

This is the wild bunch
calling to let you know we're

on the highway to happiness.

Well, I'll be.

I was just thinking
to myself, I could

use some pillow talk to get
me through this long night.

Why don't you shut up, breaker,

and let the woman talk?

Now, boys, no fighting.

There's enough for everyone.

We're headed for Joe's
Cal Star, southbound,

just past the 78 exchange.

We got a couple of
experienced mechanics

down here, just waiting
to service your big rig.

We're in a country
comfort cruiser,

beige with a brown stripe.

See ya.

Hey, what the hell
is going on here?

Look, I'm very sorry.

In backing up here, I
misjudged the distance.

Yeah, well, you ought
to be more careful.

Hey, Ginger, it's cold in here.

Shut the door.

Look, why don't
you come on in, huh?

Yeah, OK.

Listen, I'm very sorry
about your motor home.

I thoroughly intend
to pay for it.

It's a small dent.
- Oh, really?

Hi.

Yeah, I'd like to
forego my insurance,

if that's OK with you.

And maybe we could exchange
phone numbers and addresses,

and you could send me the bill.

Listen, as long as
it's nothing serious,

let's just forget it.
- No, no.

I insist on paying for it.

It was my fault, and after
all, I should pay for it.

Look, honey, I
don't own this rig.

And to tell you
the truth, I really

don't think the owner wants to
exchange addresses with you.

So since it's not a big dent,
let's forget about it, OK?

Accidents happen.

OK.

Thanks.

Uh, would you like
to stick around?

Stay for a drink.

Yeah, maybe have a drink.

Well, maybe under normal
circumstances I'd do that,

but the accident shook
me up a little bit.

Thanks.

Wayne, good morning.

It's Hunter.

Listen, do me a favor, will you?

I need an address for the
following phone number...

555... 555-7843.

Sergeant Hunter, I got
the information on that RV

you asked about.
- Great.

Yeah, it's registered
to Bay Industries,

post office box 6629, Hollywood.

Post office box?

Jimmy, I need an address.

Post office box won't do.

I'll get right on it.

Hi, it's Nicholson.

Yeah, Nick, it's Hunter.

Looking for a prostitute.

Last time she was
arrested was June of '86.

Name is Florence Kean,
K-E-A-N. She's connected with

the people who shot McCall.

I'll get back to you
soon as I got something.

Great.
I appreciate it.

I'm in the computer room
now, so buzz me straight...

Right straight through.

Hunter.

Hunter.

Yeah, Wayne.

Great.

Terrific.

That helps me out very much.

Thanks.

I was walking down the
hall, and the door was open.

I saw the two bodies there,
and that's when I called you.

Yeah, you'd better go to the
hospital and have that X-rayed.

Yeah, I'll get right on it.

You listen to what the man says.

You take it easy.

The DB's name is Mary Lekowski.

Whoever shot her was
standing behind that door

when she came in and
shot her in the back.

Ambrose, Marie Lekowski
is the real name of a hooker

by the name of Vicki Lake.

That is not Vicki Lake.

See ya.

Hey.

I already told you, she hasn't
been here since the last time

you came in.

Hey, what do you
think you're doing?

Hey!

Hey, you just can't come
barging into a place like this.

Get out!

Jerk.

Look, I'll do my best, Sergeant,

but I've got a feeling
that Vicki is long gone.

Now look here, Sporty.

Vicki knows an awful lot.

That's why they're after her.
Do me a favor, will you?

Stay with me on this.

You know I will.

Thanks.

So when I checked
out the address

I had for Bay
Industries, I realized

it was an abandoned building.

Well, then I'd ask myself,
what would Sergeant McCall

do in a situation like this?

She'd get out the
old wrapping paper

and send them a package
to the post office box.

Hi.

Sorry, no solicitors.

Look, sir, I don't care
what you're selling.

I don't want any.

I was wondering if you could
answer a question for me.

How is it that a
little office like this

could house what appears
to be one of California's

largest conglomerates?

I just work here, mister.

Could I talk to your boss?

You got a warrant?

Because if you don't, I
don't have to talk to you.

Freewheeling Wholesale.

Uh, could you hold, please?

Are you just going
to stand there?

Because if you are,
I'm going to hang up.

You've got five companies
and an office that big, Jack.

One of them belongs to
your wife, Louise Hemmings.

The rest belong to a
John Arthur Hemmings.

That is you, isn't it?

Mr. Hemmings'
corporate holdings

are a matter of public record.

If this is some
kind of official...

You're also running hookers
up and down interstate 5

in motor homes, Jack.

That is a damned lie.

It's also slander.

Now, I run an honest
business, and I've got

a good name in this community.

Unless you're here to arrest
me, I want you out of my office.

You're a pimp, and
you're a murderer, Jack.

And you paid some punk
to shoot my partner.

Now, I'm gonna get you.

You get out of my office.

Certainly.

You've given new
meaning to the term

recreational vehicle, Jack.

Call me when you
want to confess.

Nice shoes.

You heard me, shut
the whole thing down.

Florence... Florence, listen.

You work for me.

Now, you get rid of the girls,
and get the RVs back in here.

What the hell about
Anita Fargo and Susie Q?

Do whatever you want.

Just get rid of those
stinking hookers,

and make sure you and the
vehicles are back here tonight.

You got friends at City Hall.

Will you use them and
get the cop off my back?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know, Hunter, but we've
got to be careful about this.

Because you know what
this sounds like.

It sounds like an officer
harassing an innocent citizen

without just cause.

Well, look, I'm just trying to
get the guy to make a mistake,

Charlie.
You know that.

Come on.

Meanwhile, Big Jack's got
one of the commissioners

dumping on us.

Now, I agree with your theory.

Let's just hope it works.

You know, you look like
my cat after a bad night.

Hairballs?

Go home and get some sleep.

Sergeant Hunter,
I'm Laura Decker.

I saw you today at Big Jack's.

Yeah.

Well, I heard what
you said to him.

I took this stuff
from his office.

I want to help you get him.

Why's that?

He killed my father.

Dad and Mom were
going to see America,

but they had so much
trouble with that damned RV.

Dad finally had it checked out.

It turns out it had been
sold at least once before.

Dad sued.

And right in the middle of the
trial, he had a heart attack

and died.

I canceled a trip I
had planned to Paris

and got a job with
Big Jack, hoping

I'd find some way to make
him pay for what he did.

When you came in today, I
decided I'd found the way.

These are his
in-house originals.

They haven't been
doctored yet by his CPA.

You mean the guy in his office?

Yeah, Roger Adler.

Big Jack pays him a
lot of money to make

sure everything adds up.

Now, what about Big
Jack's wife, Louise?

Now, she's on record as the
owner of one of his businesses.

Probably a tax scam.

Louise is a real
cheap looking bimbo

who can't balance her checkbook,
let alone run a company.

She's in New York right now.

Jack sends her away a
couple of times a year

to help support the
fashion industry.

OK.

This is good?

Do you have any cream?

Yeah, I'll get it for you.

If Jack finds out
these files are missing,

he's going to come
looking for you.

I highly suggest you not
go back to your house

until this whole
thing blows over,

so you might as well stay here.

Oh.

Thanks, that's really
nice of you, but I can't.

I'd be imposing.

You don't have
much choice, honey.

You're in danger.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Great.

I'll pick you up at the
precinct in about 20 minutes.

I'm going to go out for about
an hour, hour and a half.

If anybody phones, don't answer.

If anybody knocks on the
door, call the police.

Well, nobody knows I'm here.

That's fine.
Just do as I say.

I'll be right back.

Nice neighborhood, huh?

What'd you expect?

She's probably pulling in 80,000
a year, and all of that's tax

free.

Mm.

Yeah, that's Flo.

She's dead.

This is L-56.

I've got a 187 victim.

Suspect last seen driving a
late model sedan with the left

rear tail light out.

Last seen headed east on Green
Craig Avenue, near Cantor.

Do you know it's 5:00 AM?

Whose initials are these?

The bank inspectors.

See, dealers buy
their inventories

with borrowed money.

Then when they sell a car,
or an RV in this case,

they repay the bank.

The inspector's initials tell
the bank that the vehicle

is still on the lot unsold.

All these loan agreements
show that the RVs

were sold before, weeks before
these pages were initialed.

We got him.

He's operating out of trust.

What do you mean?

He's selling RVs, and he's
not giving the bank their money.

It probably amounts to
millions of the bank's dollars.

Big Jack plays the stock
market all day long.

I've heard him buying options,
commodities, warrants.

Rick, if we take this to
the bank, we've got him.

If we take this to the bank,
he'll be arrested for theft.

Let me ask you a question.

What happens to
Big Jack's business

if his RVs stop coming in?

Well, his whole scam depends
on turnover, RVs coming in as

fast as they're going out.

You cut off his supply,
and he's had it.

Where's the supply come from?

They're all from Country
Comfort, down in San Diego.

They've got a big plant right
near the border in El Mirage.

OK.

I'm going to the hospital.

But then I'm going to El
Mirage for some sleep.

Can Sergeant McCall
come out and play?

Hi.

How you doing?

OK.

You know, you may
not see me tomorrow.

I gotta go down to San Diego.

Why San Diego?

Well, I'll talk
to you about that

when I get back from San Diego.

How's it going?

I can't feel
anything yet, you know?

Well, the doctor said it'd
take about a week for all the

swelling to clear up.

Then what?

Dr.
Parker, three north.

Dr. Parker, three north, please.

You're gonna be all right.

This is L-56.

I'm in pursuit of
an ADW suspect,

driving a late model red sedan.

License plate number 1
Peter Charlie Echo 421.

I need immediate backup at
Mason Drive and Spring Street.

L-56 out.