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I think 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 you 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!

Heh. Well, friends, here's the solution.

Big Jack's camperland!

Whoa! Whoa!

Where your fantasy of freedom

becomes an r.V. Reality!

We've got 4 acres of fun and freedom here, folks!

Motor homes!

We've got the biggest selection of country comfort cruisers

this side of the Mississippi.

Whoops! How'd that get there?

Big Jack's camperland, open from 9 to midnight!

You come and see us, you hear?

Big Jack's loves ya!

Got the picture?

Captain, the way I see it,

this db is not our responsibility.

Route 9's the dividing line

between palmdale and L.A.

She does have a point there, Charlie.

It all depends on which side of the road

that body was laying on.

Hello.

Why today of all days?

Don't take it so personally, now.

Just relax.

Hello, Ernie.

How are things doing in palmdale?

Ha ha ha!

Yeah, so, um, 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 is her birthday, Charlie.

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, who 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.

Now we're not going to have any time together.

I tell you what, I'll go on this little ride,

and you can stay with your doctor.

Really? I mean, yeah?

Sure.

You'll cover? Sure.

Aw... ha ha! Mmm-wah!

You're an angel.

Yeah.

Take it easy on him.

How are you doing, Barney?

Hi, hunter.

What's her name?

No I.D. 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 in may of 1985 on prostitution.

She was 19 years of age.

Then, 6 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, that's Betty blade.

Betty blade? What a name.

Is this the last we got on her?

That's it.

She was picked up with 2 other girls...

Susan dumont, alias Suzie q,

and Mary lekowsky, 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,

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 are 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 millions?

Me? Bogota's millions? 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 on Anita Fargo.

She's a hooker.

Huh. 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 coworkers...

A Suzie 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 Suzie.

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've got to 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 7:00 tonight, ok?

Yeah. See you there.

Ta-ta.

Ta-ta?

Yeah. Officer down.

Send an ambulance, code 3, to 8534 mesden drive.

Code blue, I.C.U. Code blue, I.C.U.

Nuclear medicine, 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, 3 north. Dr. Parker, 3 north, please.

Physical therapist to 5 east, please.

Any news?

They just rolled Susan dumont out.

She's dead.

Sergeant hunter?

Yes. I'm Dr. Lee.

Dr. Lee.

Sergeant McCall's in the intensive care unit.

Her condition is critical.

What are her chances?

She has a bullet lodged

between her 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.

Well, if you need anything, let me know.

Appreciate that.

Volunteer to 6 west.

Oh! I just heard what happened, man.

Is she all right?

No, she's not, sporty. She's in the I.C.U.

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 2 or 3 dozen

of some of their choicest girls

had disappeared.

Nurse administrator to pediatrics, please.

Sounds like the guy

McCall was talking about.

Does anybody know who this guy is,

a description on him?

No, but from what I'm told,

Anita Fargo, Suzie q, Vicki lake...

They all dropped out of sight just about that time.

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?

Hunter: 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 for me to help you find her?

Someone's killed 2 of her friends, homer.

She may be next.

Then you're not looking to bust her?

Just want to help her?

Yep.

Tell me why I should believe you.

The 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 freemont 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.

Ugh. What are you gonna 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 Suzie 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,

and that's when I heard about this guy

with the motor homes, so I checked him out.

He told me to meet him in 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 3 other girls

in a motor home.

I was on the road that night.

How many motor homes do they use?

I don't know. 8 or 9, maybe.

Flo was the manager.

She followed us around,

told us which roads to take,

where to stop.

She handled all the money, did she?

Yeah. Once a week,

she'd pay 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.

Uh-huh. 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.

Off shoulder, hot pursuit,

stuff like that.

Now, $1,000 per 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.

Name's sergeant Rick hunter.

Metropolitan homicide.

You know how to 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.

How you doing?

Ok.

Doctor told me not to have you talk too much.

Just relax.

Found Vicki lake.

Suzie ok?

No. She didn't make it.

Did you see the guy that did this?

Oh...

I... I didn't see much.

You're gonna be ok.

Man, on cb: Go ahead, breaker. What's your 20?

10-4, what's on your mind, driver?

Second man: I need a 20 on the nearest public scale.

I gotta make sure this thing is legal before I leave the county.

Breaker 1-9. Wild man, you got your ears on?

This is bigfoot northbound on 5.

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

Wild man: This is wild man.

I got the hammer down, and I'm riding light.

Heading into Phoenix from Las Vegas.

Bigfoot: Better pull her back.

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

Man, on cb: Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9,

anybody out there? I got 300 miles to go

and I need somebody to keep me awake.

Second man: 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. I guess I'll pull over

and hit the box for a couple.

Canned eggs. 60 off.

Man, on cb: Breaker 1-9,

this is streaker. I'm at the gag and puke on 5

and I got shag man looking for a ride.

Anybody doing a sleeper run and needs a hand?

Second man: Which way is he heading, streaker?

He's heading east,

but he'll take any ride he can get.

Third man: This is globetrotter. I'm heading to Houston.

I could use a hand. That far enough?

That'd be great, globetrotter.

Ok, see you at cowstar in 15.

I got a jeweled cab and I'm hauling metalwork tin.

Be ready, 'cause I'm running behind.

Right. See you in 15. Streaker out.

Man, on cb: Breaker 1-9,

bka trucking northbound on 99,

this is sleepy bear. You got your ears on?

Second man: 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 mounties are out for bear

at inspection 190.

10-4, sleepy bear, catch you on the flip flop.

Kma 70 off.

Man: Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9,

this is old yeller, southbound on 99.

Fancy footwork,

you still pulling in at cowstar on route 5?

Negatory, old yeller.

Woman, on cb: Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9.

Hello, all you lonely truckers out there.

This is the wild bunch calling

to let you know we're on the highway to happiness.

Man, on cb: Well, I'll be.

I was just thinking to myself

I could use some pillow talk

to get me through this long night.

Second man: Why don't you shut up, breaker,

and let the woman talk?

Woman: Now, boys, no fighting.

There's enough for everyone.

We're headed for Joe's cowstar

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's going on here?

Look, I'm very sorry.

I'm backing up here.

I misjudged the distance. Uh...

Yeah? Well, you ought to be more careful.

Woman: 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 forgo my insurance,

if that's ok with you,

and maybe we could exchange phone numbers

and addresses. You can 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?

Woman: Stay for a drink.

Yeah, maybe have a drink.

Well, maybe under normal circumstances

I'd do that, but, uh...

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.

Vice. Nicholson.

Yeah, Nick. It's hunter. I'm looking for a prostitute.

Last time she was arrested was June of '86.

Name was Florence kean, k-e-a-n.

She is connected with the people who shot McCall.

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

Great. Appreciate it. I'm in the computer room now,

so buzz me right... Right straight through.

Hunter.

Hunter.

Yeah, Wayne. Great.

Terrific. That helps me out very much.

Thanks.

Man: I was walking down the hall,

and the door was open.

Saw the 2 bodies there,

and that's when I called you.

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 lekowsky.

Whoever shot her was standing behind that door

when she came in, shot her in the back.

Uh, Ambrose, Mary lekowsky

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, you just can't come barging in

a place like this.

Get out!

Jerk.

Look, I'll do my best, sergeant,

but I got a feeling that Vicki

is long gone.

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.

Hunter: So when I checked out the address I had

for bay industries,

I realized it was an abandoned building.

Well, then I asked 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, 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.

Free wheeling 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 5 companies in 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 a...

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.

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.

You paid some punk to shoot my partner.

Now I'm going to get you.

You get out of my office.

Certainly.

You give a 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 Suzie q?

Do whatever you want!

Just get rid of those stinking hookers,

and you make sure you and the vehicles

are back here tonight.

You got friends at city hall.

Would you use them

and get that cop off my back?

Yeah, I know, but we gotta 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.

No.

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 is that?

He killed my father.

Laura: 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 c.P.A.

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?

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.

Jack finds out these, uh, 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.

Uh, 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 it.

If anybody knocks on the door, call the police.

Nobody knows I'm here.

That's fine. Just do as I say.

I'll be right back.

Hunter: Nice neighborhood, huh?

What did you expect?

She's probably pulling in 80,000 a year,

and all that's tax-free.

Mmm.

Yep, 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 taillight out.

Last seen headed east

on green Craig Avenue near cantor.

Do you know it's 5 A.M.?

Whose initials are these?

The bank inspector's.

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's 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.

We take this to the bank,

you'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 does 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,

and then I'm going to El mirage

for some sleep.

Can sergeant McCall come out and play?

McCall: Hi.

How you doing?

Ok.

You know, you may not see me tomorrow.

I got to 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, 3 north. Dr. Parker, 3 north, please.

You're going to be all right.

This is l-56.

I'm in pursuit of an a.D.W. Suspect

driving a late-model red sedan,

license plate number 1-Peter-Charlie-echo-4-2-1.

I need immediate backup at Mason drive and...

Spring street. L-56 out.