All language subtitles for Hunter S06E16 - Lullaby

Tonight on "Hunter..."

Brahms' Lullaby... the killer
apparently placed it in her

hand after he murdered her.

You don't think he sort of
sat here and listened to it

after she was dead, do you?

Looks that way

The popular British press
refers to this monster

as the Lullaby killer.

COP 1; The victims
an English girl

by the name of Sherry Stevens.

She's a hooker.

The young woman's neck

was broken, more than likely
from a rapid downward movement

from behind.

If he finds another British
prostitute, he will kill again.

Well, look.

This guy's out there.

Let's get him

Looking for a
little action tonight?

I'm talking about
real excitement,

the best time of your life.
- Hi!

I'm Angela.

If you want thrills,
forget about her.

I would have had
him if you kept...

Oh, get out of my face, you cow.

Why don't you hit the road?

Hey, come on, love.

Give a girl a fighting chance.

You're from,
Liverpool aren't you?

That's right...
Me and the Beatles.

Let me guess.

You must be from London.

I can see you're a man
that's used to the best.

Come on, love.

You won't regret it.

All right, get in.

What's your name?

Cherry.

Hey, why are we stopping here?

I thought I'd buy
you a little present.

It's very nice of you, love,
but it's not really necessary.

Oh, but I'd like to.

I'll be right back.

That's right, Brahms' Lullaby.

It's one of our
most popular items.

We have some in larger
sizes if you like

The small one will be fine.

Excuse me a moment.

Charlie, what
are you doing here?

I was driving into the office.

I heard the call.

What do we got?

Well, the victim's
an English girl

by the name of Cherry Stevens.

Somebody broke her neck.

The landlady who found her
said that she's a hooker.

Charlie?

Take a look at this.

We found it in the
palm of your hand.

Lid was opened.

Brahms' Lullaby.

Hm.

You think whoever killed
the girl placed it in her hand

after he killed it.

What, you mean he put it
there and sat and listened

to it after she was dead?

Sounds like some kind of ritual.

Sergeant Hunter,
we got a lady outside.

Says she's a friend
of the victim's.

Yes, ma'am?

Cherry?

Oh, oh God, no!

I'd like to see you
Captain Devane, please.

Is he expecting you, sir?

Yes, would you tell him that
Lord Fraser, British Consul,

is here?

Are you certain that
she didn't own the music

box in the photograph?

I've never seen
it at her apartment.

Well, mind you, she
could have bought it.

I don't know
everything she owns.

What about the kinky customer?

She have any of those?

We've all had our share.

No, but Cherry was
one of the smart ones.

She... she was very careful.

If she even sensed that John
was a little bend, well,

she'd back off.

You and Cherry spent a lot
of time together, didn't you?

That's right.

There's a bunch of us British
girls working the streets.

Being away from home, we
like to stick together.

OK, according to your
last booking sheet,

your address is in the
Silver Lake District.

Is that still true?

Yeah, that's my address.

Yeah, thanks very much.

Yeah, Paul?

Uh, do me a favor.

Take Miss Andrews back
to her car, would you?

Thanks, Marge.

We'll be in touch.

Hunter?

McCall?

This is, uh, Lord
Fraser, the British

consul here in Los Angeles.

Sergeants McCall and Hunter.

Lord Fraser, how are you?

Sergeant, Sergeant.

Hello.

One of Lord Fraser's
assistants this morning

showed him the report on
the Cherry Stevens murder.

Mm-hm?

He seems to think that
there's a good possibility

the killer may be from England.

Is that right?

Over the past five years,
25 young prostitutes have been

murdered in the United Kingdom.

Their necks were
broken in exactly

the same way as described
in the report I received.

That's why I came in.

Um, now, Lord Fraser,
in all these homicides,

there was a music box found
playing the Brahms lullaby?

Yes, the popular British
press refers to this monster

as the lullaby killer.

Representative
from Scotland Yard

will be here in the morning.

Listen, we really appreciate

Scotland Yard sending
someone over so quickly.

I'd like to go
to the crime scene.

I thought we'd stop
by the hotel first

to get a chance
to get cleaned up.

And then...

Crime scene, please.

OK, that's what you want.

Commander King, have sergeants

McCall and Hunter meet me at
the Cherry Stevens crime scene,

please.
Hunter?

McCall?

This is Inspector Foster.

Inspector, these
are our investigator

Sergeants Hunter and McCall.
- Hello.

Inspector, how are you?

How do you do?

Well where would
you like to start?

The victim was found lying
on this bed on her back?

That's right.

There was no sexual assault,
no identifiable fingerprints.

Nothing in the apartment
was missing or disturbed.

She was adamant about
coming here first.

And the music box?

Oh, yes.

Here you go.

Each of our victims had a
different type of music box

in her right hand.

But it always played
the same tune...

Brahms' Lullaby.

You know you're,
uh, certainly welcome

to our medical examiner's
preliminary report,

if you'd like.

The young woman's
neck was broken,

more than likely from a rapid
downward snap from behind.

Well, what do you make of
all this then, inspector?

It's been five weeks
since he struck in England.

I don't know why, but
he's here in Los Angeles.

Somehow, he ran across a British
girl who was a prostitute,

which means it's not over.

If he finds another British
prostitute, he will kill again.

- Hello?
- Yes.

Is this Margie?

Yes.

Yes, a friend
gave me your number.

I'm in town for a few
weeks, and I'm looking

for a little entertainment.

So you're British?

Yes, I think it would be quite
pleasant to spend some time

with someone from home.

Can we get together?

I don't see why not.

Find Margie?

Margie hasn't lived at
her Silver Lake address

in more than five months.

Check Hollywood Boulevard?

Yep, sure did.

No one's seen her tonight.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

Didn't trust us
very much, you know.

I thought we were going
to have a good time.

I consider photographing
a woman as beautiful

as you are wonderful time.

Whatever turns you on.

And let's see you a
little bit more sexy.

How's that?

Yes, that's nice.

Ah, that's nice.

That's very nice.

Wet your lips, darling.

That's good.

Put your head back
a little more.

Let me try something.

Yeah.

It's splendid.

I think you're just perfect.

So you're interested in more
than photography after all.

Oh, that's right.

I am.

The landlady came to collect
the rent and found the body.

She says she didn't see anyone
entering or leaving the place

last night.
- OK.

Check with the neighbors and
see if they saw anything.

OK.

These girls think it
can never happen to them.

Margie and Cherry were friends.

I don't think this is
just a coincidence here.

He must have found
Cherry's address book.

If that's true, then
there's a man out there

who's got a list of a lot
of British prostitutes

all over LA.

I'm so sorry I couldn't
meet you in my office.

I had to put in an appearance.

That's quite all
right, Lord Fraser.

This is Inspector Foster
from Scotland Yard.

Ah yes, the home office
tell me you were coming.

I suppose you know this monster
struck again last night.

Yes, yes I know.

Are you convinced it's
the same man from home?

Absolutely.

Lord Fraser, the list.

Yes, in my office.

Frankly, I don't know
what good it'll do you.

Hundreds of British tourists
flood into Southern California

this time of the year.

Well, that's why
we need it quickly.

Yes, well, I'll...

I'll get it for you.

He didn't have
to cross the ocean

to kill British prostitutes.

I think he came here on business
and he ran into his victims

by chance.

Well, that makes sense.

But there are still more
than 400 names on that list.

Ah, there you are, Andrew.

That's Lord Rutherford,
an old family friend.

This gathering is in his honor.

Tony!

I'd like you to meet
Sergeant Hunter of the Los

Angeles Police Department.

Lord Rutherford, how are you?

And Inspector Foster
from Scotland Yard.

Oh, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to interrupt.

Now, they're here
regarding that nasty business

I told you about.

Ah yes.

You really think
that monster is here.

Well, it's a possibility.

I'm a great admirer of
your work, Lord Rutherford.

Please, call me Tony.

Tony came in from
Singapore a few weeks ago.

He's here to update
his latest book...

"Brits Around the World."

Wonderful photographs!

I hardly recommend it.

Lord Fraser, the list?

Yes, of course.

Tony?

Pleasure.

Nice meeting you all.

The killer attacks sporadically

with no particular plan he's
gone for as long as five

or six weeks without attacking.

We think he's unable
to control his moods.

But when certain
stimuli are present,

he gets the urge to kill
even when it's unsafe for him

to do so.

Thanks, Inspector Foster.

Any questions?

Hunter?

McCarthy, Roode, you got the
list of the British nationals

that are in Los Angeles.

I know it's a big job, but
they got to be checked out.

Party, Ames?

There's a lot of
stores in the area

that carry the type
of music box we

found the scene of the crime.

Check them out.

I assume vice is
checking out the streets.

Yeah, they are, but they're
not having a lot of luck.

These gals don't want to
talk to the cops, you know?

Well, explain to
them the two of them

have already died
at this man's hand.

Come on, push them!

Now look, this guy's out there.

Let's get him.

Good shot!

I love it.

Could you move this
way just a touch?

Wonderful.

Oh, very close.

Wonderful!

Oh ho ho ho!

Excuse me.

I didn't mean to interrupt your
shot, but by some small chance,

are you Lord Anthony Rutherford?

By some small chance, I am.

Would you mind stepping back?

Ah yes, of course.

Thank you.

You know, this
is indeed an honor.

I'm a very big fan of yours.

I've got your book back home.

Really?

Name's Avery Thompson.

As you can see, I'm a bit of
an amateur photographer myself.

I say, you... you wouldn't happen

to have a moment to take a look
at some of my work, would you?

I... I've got a few
samples back at the room.

Perhaps some other time.

Oh yes, yes!

I'd like that very much.

You see, I'm doing some business
here, and I'll be at the hotel

Excalibur for the next few days.

So possibly if you
get the chance,

you could ring me up there.

I'm sorry, but I'm
rather busy on this trip.

Oh yes, of course, I understand.

Good day, Mr. Thompson.

Good day, Lord Rutherford!

Oh, Sergeant Hunter!

I've got the name of
some of the stores

that sell those music
boxes from Sergeant Hardy.

I think we could check
them out together.

- Fabulous idea.
- Good, let's go.

Right after lunch.

I'm really not very hungry.

I don't know how
they do it in London,

but a good detective
here in Los Angeles

needs an awfully good lunch.

I know it's bizarre, but I feel

guilty just stopping
to eat sometimes

knowing he's still out there.

He's still out there,
all right, Susannah.

What scares me is he
could be on a plane tomorrow

and we'd be none the wiser.

You seem quite
obsessed by this guy.

Why don't you just relax
and enjoy your lunch, OK?

Thanks.

There was a young
detective friend

of mine named Laurel McGruder.

Our vice people
put her on the Soho

beat dressed as a prostitute.

I suppose you did the
same kind of thing here.

Sure, it's a decoy.

Quite routine.

Something went wrong.

Her backup officer lost contact
with her on his wireless.

He Found her body in
a gutter behind a pub.

She was a very nice girl.

She wasn't found
in the hotel room?

No.

We came to the conclusion that
after she identified herself

as an officer, the man panicked,
ripped out her wireless,

kidnapped her...

The music box was still
playing when we found her.

I can understand your
feelings, Susannah,

but please don't let this get in
the way of you doing your job.

It won't.

Good.

Hi, are you Bob?

That's right, honey.

You Candice?
- Uh-huh.

Well, climb on in, darling.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Well, a man never minds

waiting for a beautiful woman.

You're cute.

How did you get my number?

A gentleman
named Hanson in Austin, Texas.

Hanson.
No, I don't remember him.

Well, he remembers you.

He says you're the best thing
that ever happened to LA.

My place or yours?

I thought you'd never ask.

You bloody fool!

Why don't you learn to drive?

You're English.

I don't think this
is going to work out.

Finding who sold him that
music box... we're looking

for a needle in a haystack.

It's all part of the
job, though, isn't it?

Uh, Rick.

This is Candice Walker.

She has something for
you on the lullaby case?

Yeah, Susannah.

Go ahead, Miss Walker.

That English man who's
been killing these girls?

I think he tried to get his
hooks into me last night.

I look for Brits living
in foreign countries

and I take photographs of them.

That's what I do.

The more interesting and
exotic they are, the better.

I didn't see any photographs
of prostitutes in your book.

In a way, the lullaby killer
is responsible for my meeting

with Candace.

Hm.

The idea of English
prostitutes plying their trade

in foreign lands never occurred
to me until Lord Fraser told

me about the murders in LA.

I see.

Now where did you get
Candace's phone number?

A gentleman at the
Ram's Head passed it on.

Do you know who he is?

- I don't remember.
- I see.

Now all you wanted
to do was take

photographs of these girls.
Is that right?

That is exactly it.

OK.

Oh, why did you use
an American accent

when you picked up the lady?

I was having a
bit of fun with her.

Is there a law against that?

- There's a law against murder!
- Susanne...

This is outrageous.

What's so special
about Brahms' Lullaby?

I won't tolerate this.

Need I remind you that I'm a
member of the House of Lords.

Susannah...

I don't care if he's
the bloody prime minister.

Let's take a little
break, shall we?

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm sorry.

We'll be right back.

He's guilty.

We'll see about
that, now, won't we?

Look, inspector, we have
absolutely no physical evidence

on this guy at all.

Then we'll find it.

Maybe we will, maybe we won't.

What are we supposed to do?

This is an LAPD investigation.

You're a guest here.

Let me handle it, OK?

OK.

OK?

Good.

Let's go back in
and try it again.

Come on.

Hunter?

Captain wants to see
all of us right now.

Lord Fraser's having a little
problem with our holding Lord

Rutherford.

That's putting it mildly.

You're detaining
an innocent man.

Look, I have nothing against
American police procedures,

but it seems to me
that you don't have

one shred of real evidence.

Look, Lord Fraser,
we do have good reason

to question this man.

You don't really think
that Tony Rutherford

is this Lullaby Killer?

Look, all we're doing
is questioning the man.

You have to admit, his behavior
has been a bit suspicious.

This is preposterous!

I've known this young man
and his family for years.

He's already had a great
personal tragedy in the family.

Don't put him through this.

What about the personal
tragedies of the families

of those girls?

He has nothing to do with that!

Look, he's been
extremely cooperative.

He came here without the
benefit of legal advice.

He's answered all
your questions,

but enough is enough.

Now Sergeant Hunter, do
you have any real evidence

that even remotely links
him with these murders?

No, I don't.

Then Captain
Devane, I must insist

that you release him now.

Your Captain Devane being
just made an enormous mistake.

Under the circumstances, I
think he did the right day.

This is wrong.

Well, what do you
expect him to do?

The man doesn't
have any warrants

in England or in this country.

Well, that means nothing.

Oh, Susannah, I mean, you can't

take a man's rights away because
he talks to a prostitute.

I better call the Yard and
let them know what's going on.

I'll see you later.

How are we doing
on everything else?

Nothing.

Oh, good.

Good God, Tony.

This isn't at all like you
getting into such a mess.

Why would you even get a
photograph a prostitute?

Oh, come now, Andrew.

I thought it would make
a wonderful highlight

for my book.

Some highlight.

Frankly, it's a disgrace
that so many young women

are coming to this country
and working as prostitutes.

Maybe if we do something
to bolster our economy,

they can ply their
trade at home.

That is not funny.

Come now, quit being
so stuffy, Andrew.

It's easy for you to say.

If the British press
get hold of this,

it could be quite embarrassing.

I suppose it could.

Andrew, it was all an
unfortunate coincidence,

an innocent adventure.

We've been friends a long time.

If I've embarrassed
you, I am sorry.

All right.

But Tony, you must remember
that whilst you are here,

you are not just
an average tourist.

You are a member of the
House of Lords not some pink

hair rock singer.

Your behavior must
be beyond reproach.

Of course.

No more prostitutes, I promise.

So, uh, what are going
to photograph next?

Something quite
innocent, I assure you.

Good.

Ah, it's absolutely brilliant!

Brilliant!

More violence.

That's it.

You can do even better.

You've got 100,000 adoring
fans out there waiting

to tear your clothes off!

This is 100,000 screaming
in the coliseum!

What are you doing?

Come on, more violence!

That... oh, brilliant.

Brilliant, more of that.

Big smiles.

Big smiles.

The music, the lights,
the screaming... ha!

Excellent, very good.

Wonderful, wonderful.

People!

This is the greatest band
in the history of time.

That's it.

There you go.

Look at them.
Look at them.

They're screaming.

You love it, you love it!

More, more, more!

Gin with bitters.

Excuse me, old chap.

Would you mind doing
me a little favor?

The gentleman in the
bar sent you these, Miss.

He thought you might be
more comfortable if you came

in and had a drink with him.

Where is he?

Over there.

He was sitting right
there a few moments ago.

Susannah, Captain Devane
just got a phone call

from Lord Rutherford.

He wanted to apologize
to you for letting

the air out of your time.

That was right
after he threatened

this department
with legal action

if we don't leave him alone.

He can't do that.

Yes, he can.

It's called harassment.

Now look, don't you think
I want to go after this guy

as much as you do?

But we can't right now.

We've got to leave him
alone, and that includes you.

This doesn't make sense.

I know that, but look.

If you don't do
it, Captain Devane

is going to call
Scotland Yard to have

you shipped back to London.

Now what do you want to do?

Good.

So how was changing your
first flat in America?

I didn't have a jack.

Thank you, sir.

Lord Rutherford...
Come in, please.

Come in.

Hello, Avery.

Hello.

It was quite a surprise
hearing from you.

To tell you the
truth, I thought...

Well, I thought you'd be far too
busy to take the time to look

at the work of a rank amateur.

Don't be silly.

I'm always interested
in good photography.

Good, then I...

I hope you won't be
too disappointed.

Ah.

Hm.

Of course, I am...

But I'm not nearly
in your class.

I don't think I'll
be disappointed at all

Now watch your steps, folks.

Got a jumper this morning, huh?

Yeah.

Where are Sergeants
McCall and Hunter?

Up in this man's room, 1706.

1706, thanks.

Over here, Charlie.

So what do we got?

Victim's name is Avery Thompson.

He's a British citizen.

He left a suicide note.

As you can see here,
he claims he killed

two girls and then jumped
out the window because he's

afraid to kill again.

Captain?

Photographs of both the victims.

Well now.

This looks like this
could be our boy, huh?

Yeah, well, maybe.

Everything seems pretty
convenient, doesn't it?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I mean just that.

Everything seems to be
conveniently here for us.

I know so, but I
think it's a mistake.

Yes, I understand, but...

Yes, sir.

Even if Thompson hadn't
committed suicide,

this stuff would've set him
straight to the gas chamber.

This is the kind of evidence
a DA just dreams about.

What did you
people find on Avery?

Wasn't anywhere near
the vicinity of most

of the murders in England.

All right, so we have
a copycat killer here.

The Yard think so.

They feel the real suspect
is still in England.

What about you, Suzanne?

I think Rutherford did it.

If he wanted to throw
us off the trail,

he couldn't have found a
better way of doing it.

She's right.

Now wait a minute,
wait a minute.

We've got these
two crimes solved.

We've got all this evidence.

Look, I think this sounds
just a little circumstantial.

He's got away with 25 murders
in England and two here.

I'm telling you,
Rutherford's our man.

Look, Susannah, we're not
saying that he's not the guy.

Everything does point to him.

But we don't have anything
to go on right now.

And besides,
considering who he is,

he is pretty well insulated.

I've been called back to London.

Susannah?

Oh, thank you both
for coming down.

I want to apologize
for my behavior.

Oh, listen, that's
not necessary.

Susannah, you do
great police work.

We appreciate that.

Thank you.

So what are you going
to do after you get back?

Well, as long as Rutherford's
here, there's nothing I can do.

You both know I'm right
about him, don't you?

Look, we'll stay on him.

Good.

Oh, there's something
you can do for me.

One day, Rutherford's
going to take a bad step.

If it's in England,
I'll be there waiting.

But if you two happen
to happen to catch him

before he leaves
the states, would

you have him autograph this?

I'd like to give it
to my Chief Inspector

so he'll know what a fool he is.

Sure.

Oh, and if you're ever in
London, we'll do the town.

Good.
Have a good trip.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thanks.
Bye bye.

Bye bye.

I'm Susannah foster, room 756.

I think you've been
preparing my bill.

I've changed my mind.

I've decided to
stay one more day.

Thank you.

I'm really quite busy.

Too busy to get at the truth?

And what does that
mean, young lady?

A couple of days ago in
Captain Devane's office,

you mentioned something
about a tragedy

in Lord Rutherford's family.

What was that about?

Well, it's really none of
your business, inspector.

I'm afraid it is.

You must understand
I'm going to continue

this investigation
into Lord Rutherford

no matter what it takes.

Yes, you'd do
that, wouldn't you?

Don't you realize there
are lives at stake here?

Please, Lord Fraser.

Help me.

Tell me what happened.

Tony's father killed himself.

The boy was only 11 at the time.

Even you can realize it
was quite painful for him.

Why did he commit suicide?

I'd rather not say.

Tony's father was my friend.

It was painful for me too.

I have to know.

Please.

Tony's father discovered
that Lady Rutherford

was having an affair.

In anger, he killed her.

And then he took his own life.

Now I remember.

The papers were full of stories
about it when I was a child.

Yes, those trashy tabloids
made a scandal out of it.

She supposedly had a number
of affairs, didn't she?

The newspapers described
her as a prostitute.

Was she?

Lady Rutherford was
a lost, lonely woman.

She was not a prostitute.

Maybe her son thought she was.

Ah, planning a
little trip, are we?

No, just looking
at these pictures.

I tell you, whatever else
Tony Rutherford is, he sure

does know how to use a camera.

Not a bad life, huh?

Is there some way to figure
out if the pictures that we

found in Avery's
room were actually

taken with one of his cameras
as opposed to Rutherford's?

Well, not unless you have
an obvious camera flaw.

It's impossible.

So frustrating.

There has to be some
way to connect this man.

Hey, didn't Lord Fraser
say that Rutherford

came into LA from Singapore?

That's right.

What was the date?

Good evening, Lord Rutherford.

I have nothing to say to you.

I don't blame you.

I feel quite badly about
the way you've been treated.

Do you?

Yes, I do.

You know we found the man
who killed those girls.

Yes.

Lord Fraser told me the
man took his own life.

Yes.

Look, I just came
by to apologize.

My behavior was extreme.

I'm sorry.

I was just trying to do my job.

I understand.

So you're off to
London today, eh?

Actually, I've decided
to stay until tomorrow.

I came all the way
to Los Angeles.

I'm not going to go home
without at least one good night

on the town.

I don't blame you.

Los Angeles is an
exciting place.

The only problem is, I don't
know my way around very well.

I was wondering if
you're free tonight,

maybe we could have
dinner and some drinks.

I don't know anyone
interesting in the city.

It would be nice to spend some
time with someone from home.

We could talk about your work.

Unless you're busy, of course.

Actually, I am free tonight.

Might be rather pleasant.

That's wonderful.

I could be ready by 8:00.

Why not?

Hey, look at this.

Readout from the
computer at Interpol...

While our friend was
photographing in Singapore,

a young British
prostitute was killed.

Don't tell me...

Broken neck and a music
box in her right hand?

Brahms' Lullaby.

Hey, I just got a
call from Lord Fraser.

He had the strangest
conversation

with Susannah Foster.
- What do you mean?

She should be long gone by now.

No, no, no, I called her hotel.

She hasn't checked out yet.

Good evening.

Come in.

You look quite lovely.

Thank you.

I was thinking maybe you'd
like to photograph me.

After all, I am a Brit
in a foreign land.

Perhaps after dinner.

I ordered some champagne.

Maybe we could have a
drink and order dinner in.

That way, we can really
get to know each other.

Shall we have a toast?

Why not?

To your late mother,
god rest her soul.

Oh.

You think you're very
clever, don't you?

I have a feeling she
liked to play this for you.

What do you know
about my mother?

She was very lonely.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Please.

Stop it.

She must have been
a very exciting woman.

Get it away from me.

She loved you very much.

She was a tramp!

Come on, no.

Be nice to your mother.

I love you.

You whore!

You have to die, mother.
You have to die.

Let her go, Rutherford!

No!

No!

Don't you understand?

She killed my father.

She's a whore!

She has to die!

She has to die!

No!

No!

Oh!

It's all right.

It's OK now.

It's going to be all right.

It's all over.

It's all over.

Now it's over.