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Tonight on "hunter."

-Randall, I'm going.

-I missed you at the reunion, al.

How you been?

-Randall Fane killed himself.

-What?

-Here's to Randall.

-Sweet guy.

Without a pin for 20 years.

-Strange that something that happened 20 years ago

could affect him like this.

Now if you're staging this to look like a suicide,

why would you put blood under the rug?

-Be careful in Chinatown.

-It doesn't mean anything.

-Spying on your friends doesn't mean anything?

-Abort!

Abort!

-The trick is not to look down!

Told you so.

What did he do to his car?

Drove it into a pipe bomb.

You know, I've seen third world

governments topple with less mayhem.

He didn't even call for backup.

He's got the emotions of a giant redwood

and the common sense of a junebug.

-Kinda overstating it, don't you think?

-Not by much.

I'm tell you, he's got to hang up his holster.

He needs a break.

-Well, you go ahead and tell him.

-I will.

That's why I get the big bucks.

-Charlie, how you doing?

-Tough day, huh?

-It's had its moments, yeah.

-Listen, I got a message for you, hunter.

And it's not a request.

And it's not a favor.

-Look, can't it wait till I have some time off?

-Captain, I, I think you outta give him the time off.

I mean he's, you know, he deserves it.

I'll, I'll take his case loads.

-Thank you.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I guess so. I'll see you when I see you.

-Good.

-Any particular reason why you need this time?

-Well, rest, relax.

See some friends, swap some war stories.

-Change that tie?

-Well, see you.

Oh, do me a favor and check this in for me.

-My pleasure.

-She's funny.

I wanna officially welcome

all you guys to the 20th reunion of the first recon battalion.

I'm private Randall Fane.

Believe it's been 20 years since, uh, I

was sitting in a stink hole with you

guys eating out of my helmet.

-Hey, I watched you at dinner.

Your manners haven't improved.

-Well, count on corporal stag for a bad joke.

Probably why the old man never gave you your third strike.

-Somebody have the mineral water?

-Ok.

Maybe you know, my wife Rose had some trouble about a year ago.

I'd like to publicly thank Rick hunter for his help.

Thank you, sergeant.

-First of all, I've got two things for private Fane.

Number one, never salute a non-com.

Number two, I don't consider you guys public.

You're marines.

And I wish there was more of you.

Let's not forget Bateman, Sammy John, otter.

How's Alan rawling doing?

-He's ok.

He's still taking his prescription

if you know what I mean, but he's fine though.

-Ok, ok.

I just wanna say I am not the entertainment tonight.

However, Randall, after dinner, I

do have a truckload of my latest albums

I'd like for you to sell for me in the lobby.

-Now wait, wait.

I got a little good news.

Because I love all you guys, I personally

purchased all of Theo white's albums.

So now you won't have to listen to any of them.

-Hold it, Steve.

Don't spread it around.

If if gets out that the right wing fringes buying my records,

it could destroy my image.

-Now wait a minute.

Wait, I got more, uh, one more piece of news.

I guess captain danello has been temporarily moved back

to San Luis obispo va hospital.

You know, it wouldn't be bad idea to drop him a line.

Now, we wanna get a picture of everybody for the cap.

So come on up here.

Come on.

-Move it!

-Hey, Randall looks better.

-Nice and chubby cause you're married.

-Who's car is that?

Who are you?

-He's just helping me.

That's all.

I'm sorry.

Randall, I'm going.

I'm not use to you anyway.

Registered express mail from the marine corp. I know you.

You'll call Alan.

You'll tell him the big secret is here.

Then you'll shut me out.

You won't be able to think about anything

except those damn emeralds.

I love you.

But I can't take this anymore.

-Rose.

Don't go.

-Alan?

How the hell are you?

You're not alone, huh?

I missed you at the reunion, Alan?

How you been?

-Ah, Randall Fane killed himself.

-What?

When?

They, uh, think it was last Sunday.

-My god, I just saw him Saturday.

Well, maybe he'd already decided to, um, to do it, you know?

-How'd he do it?

-He bled to death in the tub.

-What happened?

-Rose finally left him and I guess he couldn't handle it.

They've really been going at it, hunter.

I mean, uh, he came over to my house last Sunday

and we talked for a long time.

I'd seen him low, Rick, but I, uh, this

was the worst I had ever seen him.

-Where's Rose?

Does she know?

-Nobody knows where she is.

Randall was there for five days until a neighbor finally called

the cops because the dog was howling.

He put my name in his note.

So they came and they told me.

After Rose came into the picture he and I

didn't talk that much anymore.

-Are you handling things for him, Alan?

-No.

No.

They already paid a funeral home.

It was pre-made, written down.

I didn't see you at the viewing last night

so I figured that I better come and let you know.

I'm sorry I didn't call you.

I, uh, I don't use the phone that much.

Uh, I think I gotta go.

-I love you, Alan.

You were his best friend.

Appreciate you coming by.

I'll walk with you a little bit.

Come on.

-Yeah.

[Funeral music playing]

All right.

Let's move it.

Move it.

Stand clear of the ramp.

Load these caskets two deep.

Come on. Let's move it.

We don't have all day.

-To Randall.

-Fane.

-Yeah, another toast.

-Sweet guy.

-Sweet guy.

-Couldn't find his rear end with a radar gun.

-You know you guys are really a kick in the head.

You've always been driving on Randall.

-Teasing, hunter.

Never serious.

-Yeah, I know.

But I would like to know what happened to Rose.

-Last time I saw her, yeah, it was at their wedding

about a year ago.

-Yeah, about a year.

Lot can happen in a year.

-You always repeat what he says?

I'll tell you, she just took off.

She was like that.

-That's not the Rose I know.

-A year's a long time.

-I think he finally saw right through her.

-What the hell are you talking about, Alan?

Saw right through her?

You think Randall killed himself because of Rose?

I should have made more time for him.

-Yeah.

Don't put yourself through it, hunter.

Randall was unstable.

It's been waiting to happen.

It's hard.

But you know I'm right.

-Randall's been a grenade without a pin for 20 years.

-How you doing?

-Ok, I guess.

Got my car back.

-I know how difficult it is for you.

I mean, I know that you and Randall

were really good friends and all.

You know, he and Rose seemed so happy together.

What happened?

-I don't know.

It just seems so strange that something that happened over

20 years ago could affect me like this.

All of us.

At least the ones that survived.

-I know that you and Randall served in Vietnam together,

but you know you never talked about it.

Every time I asked you you just said

that the Pentagon had your security.

If you're willing to tell me, I'm here to listen.

-In November of 1968 we were a part of a marine recon unit

called nightshade detail.

Irregular duty.

Our captain was Marco danello.

We were to work in Cambodia, Laos,

handle the guerillas there.

Myself, Randall, the captain, Alan rawlings,

Steven, Theo white, and all the others

that died there, were dropped 100 miles up the river north.

Our mission was to find a tribal prince who,

who had emeralds and stones that he wanted

to use to buy a guerrilla army to fight the khmer Rouge.

Or so we thought.

We were checking it out one day

when Randall panicked and he shot a, a freedom hill fighter.

Killed him.

The prince went crazy.

He wanted Randall's head, but we smoothed

things out after a while.

But we lost some very, very valuable time.

One whole day.

Later that night

we were napalmed by our own air corps.

All wiped out.

A raid obviously intended for the vc.

Poor Randall.

We would have made it if it hadn't been for him.

-You think he told Rose about this?

-I guess so, I, I don't know.

He's so crazy.

He was obsessed with finding out why the air force missed

their target by over 300 miles.

I mean, can you believe it?

Rose never sent flowers.

-What can I do?

This is a photograph, of the wedding picture of Rose.

I want you to show it to everybody you know.

I want you to help me find her.

I'm gonna go by Randall's house.

-What are you thinking?

-I know Randall well enough to know one thing.

If he was gonna go out, it wouldn't be in some bath tub.

He'd have taken his government issue stuck it in his mouth

and blown his brains out.

I know that for a fact.

We gotta find Rose.

Her name is Rose Fane, sporty.

Come on, just ask around.

How am I supposed to find one China

doll in this great big toy store?

-It's 3 o'clock.

How late does Carl whethers eat lunch?

Um, Nina, chica, hang in there, mama.

Ok, look, I'm taking care of business right now.

Look, feed the birds.

-You don't even know Carl whethers.

Never believe anything they promise you in a disco.

-You told her that you know Carl whethers?

-Carlos whethers, my chiropractor.

Now listen, McCall, I have got to attend to business here.

-Sporty, if I didn't think it was important

I wouldn't ask you.

I'll take care of it immediately.

Uh, santana, what the hell are you doing?

I just had this thing detailed.

Santana.

Santana, baby.

Santana, come on, get in the car.

-No.

-Come on and get in the car, will you?

-Angus, what are you doing in there?

Come on out.

Come here.

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah.

Where'd this marine sergeant come from?

Let's see his tag.

Hunter?

-Hunter?

Sergeant hunter, take it easy.

And we'll get a stretcher in here for you.

Do you know where you are?

-Yeah, I'm at, uh, 3346 woodland.

-Come on, sergeant.

They're gonna wanna do photo session on your head.

-I don't know why.

It's too hard to crack.

How's your goose egg, my friend?

-I'm all right.

Uh.

-Yeah, all right considering you go

blind-sided by five pounds of flour.

Did you see who did it?

-No, I didn't.

How'd you guys get here?

-We got a 9-1-1 call from this address.

We found your ID.

Didn't you make the call?

-No, I didn't.

Look, I'm all right.

Thanks.

Thanks, fellas.

Appreciate it.

Really, I'm ok.

-That's debatable.

-The dog was out Friday when they came by

to search the place, otherwise they'd

have put the dog in a kennel.

-Means somebody must've let him in.

Well, you'd think of it'd been Rose,

she would have cleaned out the refrigerator.

What's madmen?

-Madmen is what the air force called

that napalm raid I told you about.

-Boy, when you say Randall was obsessed you weren't kidding.

I thought you said they weren't any papers kept on nightshade.

-I did.

Before I got knocked out I was looking

at some declassified information Randall

had on nightshade, as well as on operation madmen.

-Well, that was 20 years ago.

If Randall got a hold of some top secret papers,

he must have done it through the freedom of information act.

-Right.

-I'll go check it out.

-Yeah, thanks.

If you find Rose maybe she'll know.

-Don't lose heart, McCall.

Never give up.

Sure, it's an ugly big bureaucracy.

Sure it's dull.

Sure it's a grind, but somebody downtown loves you.

-What brought this on?

The heat?

No.

Semi gloss enamel paint.

My paint.

After sending in request in quintuplicate for three years,

they're finally made a connection

down at facilities in operation.

-No kidding.

Congratulations.

Thanks you.

Listen, um, I wanna talk to you about your partner.

I'm a little worried.

Now he asks for some r and r, and now he's back again.

What's up?

-Well, hey, never been an open book, you know?

-He and Fane were, uh, pretty close, weren't they?

-Yeah, they were.

They, uh, went right into the marines

right out of high school.

Saw some heavy fighting together.

Hunter doesn't talk about it much though.

-Well, I heard the 9-1-1 call.

And I had sid do a voice print.

It's not hunter.

My guess is some burglar read the funeral notice

and he's trying to pick up a freebie.

-Well, how many burglars call 9-1-1 for a cop?

-I don't know.

I give up.

It might happen.

The important thing is this.

Do not let hunter hatch this into something it isn't.

-Hunter?

I got the case report on Randall.

Coroner listed cause of death as prima facie suicide.

He left a note.

His doctor said that he was healthy.

Tagged it as emotional.

He died of an overdose of morphine.

-"So many dead, I've got to.

You know I loved you.

Ask Alan rawling if you need anything."

Ok.

Randall wants to od and then bleed neatly

to death from a tube from his arm into the toilet.

So he shoots up 20 cc's of morphine.

Now does he have enough time or the motor control

to deal with the tube, the needle, and the syringe?

-No.

He'd be out in a minute or less.

-Ok.

Something else.

Randall's truck radio was tuned to a station

in San Luis obispo.

You know who is in a hospital in San Luis obispo?

-Who?

-Marco danello.

Captain Marco danello, the commanding

officer of our nightshade unit.

-That's interesting.

-Yeah.

-So you have some little theory you're cooking up, huh?

The captain said you would.

I suppose it's a secret.

No man.

Suppose it's a secret.

You'll have to ask the captain.

-Have to ask the captain what?

-Your little Rose got herself mixed up with a fast cat

by the name of Richard wing.

My sources tell me that wing never has a pai gow game

unless the chi, that's the cosmic bad breath,

is blowing the other way.

-Uh huh.

They have big games here, sporty?

Oh, might not look heavy here, hunter,

but, uh, wing buys peace of mind with some major fire power.

I would use a SWAT team.

-Well, why would I wanna do that if I got you?

-Afternoon, mama.

Lay five on me.

Lotto, you know.

The lottery.

I am overdue.

Uh oh.

Bingo!

-You got no winner.

You beat it!

-Look, hey!

You're not gonna cheat me out of my 20 bones now, mama.

This is a...

-You crazy.

-Don't talk about my mama like that now.

Hey, look!

This is a bona fide California... I am a registered voter!

And my strongly worded complaint will

be on the commissioner's desk tomorrow morning!

-Yeah?

What do you want?

-Hey, did you know there is a fire out here?

Police!

I'm sergeant hunter.

If you mess with me, I will arrest you on a 182,

or a 330 PC, conspiracy to gamble.

I want Richard wing.

-I'm Richard wing.

-I can shut this place down in five minute, wing.

-Can you?

-Yes, I can.

I have an arrangement.

-Not with me you don't.

Now, you got some very, very unhappy gamblers here.

If you want this game to continue,

you'll give me Rose Fane.

-Sure.

If she can walk.

-Rose?

Rose?

It's me, hunter.

Took you six months to send a photograph of yourself

to Randall because you were too shy.

Then you blushed through your entire wedding.

Now look at you.

What the hell happened, Rose?

Why weren't you at Randall's funeral?

And who in the hell is this scum wing?

-Someone I met.

I don't get the opium from him.

-You gotta tell me what happened to Randall.

I gotta know.

I want you to come with me.

-I can't do that, Rick.

Look, in a little while I'll sell my things

and I'll go home to Hong Kong.

Can I have my purse now?

-No, you can't.

Don't you realize you could do three months in detox for this?

-You wouldn't do that.

I can kick it like that.

-You can kick it?

-I just need some time.

Rick, you turn me in, I'll lose everything.

-You are Randall's soul survivor.

You gotta talk to me, Rose.

What the hell happened to him?

-Randall was an unhappy man.

You didn't see him after the dreams started.

The napalm, the men dying, the emeralds, and the madmen

report over and over.

He was in pain.

-And you loved him.

-Yes, I do.

But Randall needed more than just a good wife.

He needed out solution, and I couldn't give it to him.

-Rose, where you going?

-Leave me alone, Rick.

-Rose?

You hurt her, I'll break your neck.

-Be careful in Chinatown.

-Who the hell is Richard wing?

-He's active in the local Chinese mobs, major voss,

but no ties we can discover to the triad gangs in southeast

Asia.

-The madman trail gets hot again after 20 years.

Six million in emeralds will be far behind.

A Chinatown goon, suicide, a blues player, a vegetable,

a right wing fanatic, and a cop.

Well, I know who the rich one is.

What do all these other weasels doing in the wood pile?

-Come on in, Steve.

-Had to be now?

Thought you were in trouble.

What's up?

What's going on here, hunter?

- Come on in. - Imagine Randall in the bathtub,

already drifting off from the morphine.

The tube from his right arm hanging down

from the side of the bathtub over the toilet

pulls out of his arm and sprays all over the rug.

-All right.

You're, you're losing me here.

-Come over here.

Can you bend down here for a minute?

Yeah.

-Now if your staging this to look like a suicide,

why would you put blood under the rug?

-And what do you mean staging it?

-Read that, Steve.

-"Confidential marine commandant.

Dear sir, request confirmation corporal Stephen stag

used codename madmen while undercover

with task force nightshade."

So what if it's true?

It doesn't mean anything.

-Spying on your friends doesn't mean anything?

-It was sop, spies for spies.

I wrote up who got drunk, who talked in their sleep.

It was my job.

Danello asked me to do it.

I don't know how Randall found out I was undercover.

-He filed through the air force for madman operation.

He got your name.

And your code name.

The same.

Coincidence?

-What are you getting at?

-Randall knew you were madman.

Wanted the emeralds, didn't you?

-No!

-You knew I was on the case.

That's why you came back for the reports.

Well, you were too late because I'd already read them.

That's when you whacked me on the head.

-You couldn't prove any this.

-You left your prints all over the place, even on the floor

tonight.

Look at it.

You killed Randall, man.

And I'm gonna prove it.

-This is ridiculous, hunter.

The night he pulled the plug I was at fundraiser with friends.

-Your cronies could lie for you.

-Forget Randall!

He was sick.

-Randall was our friend.

-Major voss, i'm sergeant McCall, homicide.

-Yes, I know.

You've been pressing my aide for a meeting.

He's got orders.

I don't take meetings.

-That's a load of crap.

I've seen 10 people go into your office

before they kicked me out of the lobby.

You're the first officer in the west

coast naval security group.

-Well, now I am impressed.

We go to no little trouble to keep that quiet.

-I need a little background information on the 1968 action

that ties in the first recon battalion nightshade

detail with an air force operation called madman.

Ring a bell?

-Miss McCall, the freedom of information act of 1972

is, um, complex document.

-Major, cut me some slack, will you?

Where did you come in?

-About 20 years ago.

Madman is my case.

All I'm prepared to say is it's murder, several murders.

Where do you fit in?

-Why don't you take a seat?

-You took those magazines out of my anteroom.

-Yeah.

Wish my dentist got "light armor and action."

It's a much better read than year old "people."

Well, it looks like we're

in for some overcast here in San Louis

-Listen, doc, how's he doing?

-You know about the captain's injuries?

-Yes.

-This wing is for men who don't get out.

-Thanks very much.

Captain danello.

How have you been?

It's been a long time.

-Sergeant hunter, how are you?

-Good.

-Last time I saw you was at the va in la.

Before they moved me back to Bethesda...

-Yes, sir.

I don't know how to tell you this, captain, but

-private Fane killed himself, didn't he?

-Yes, sir.

I'm a police officer in Los Angeles now.

I'm working on the case.

How'd you know?

-Private white told me.

-Theo white?

-That's right.

Only one who visits me all the time.

I can't figure it out.

Why he used to hate my guts, and now he's the only one.

-Didn't Randall come to visit you recently

about a secret marine corp document on corporal stag?

-Yes.

He wanted me to confirm its findings.

Stag was mine.

He was no traitor.

He was strictly security.

-I found a document in Randall's house

that says stag is helping you out financially.

-So?

-Maybe Randall felt as though stag was buying your silence.

-Fane thought a lot of things.

He was talking a $1 million in stolen emeralds.

I told Fane he was full of it.

-Oh, sergeant hunter, you had a call

from sergeant McCall about a theodus white.

-Thanks very much.

Just half, thanks.

-All right.

-There you go.

Then I'll just leave the pot right here.

-Thank you.

-You know, Sonny doesn't come out of his room very often.

Just when I take him to the va.

But you don't know how hard it was for him to come to see you.

And then the funeral and, but it was Randall, you know?

He really wanted to.

I'll go finish with the washing, honey.

-Thanks, miss rawling.

-Had to go out to the garage to get it.

-Uh huh.

There.

Right here.

There's Randall.

-Right here.

-Yeah, about ninety pounds.

-Alan, uh, when you two would talk

would you, uh, talk on the phone or would he

come by and talk to you.

-No, he would never call me.

He would always come over if he wanted

to talk about, uh, you know, Rose and stuff.

-Mhmm.

He ever mention Steve?

-You mean the, the papers?

-By the papers you mean, uh, Randall's

information that, uh, Steve was madman.

-Yeah.

I mean, uh, Randall was, was obsessed.

Stop.

-Stop!

Dammit it to hell.

Stop!

Stop!

Abort!

Abort!

-Oh.

Well, may I call you back?

Thank you.

I try to get here before it sets him

off, but, now just give your fingers.

Your fingers.

Now give me the cigarette.

-Hi, sarge.

I saw you flipping your badge.

-Have a seat, Theo.

-So, this, uh, personal or professional.

-Actually a little bit of both, Theo.

Understand you've been visiting captain

danello on regular basis.

-Every now and then.

Poor sob's been stuck in bed up there 20 years.

Almost blind.

Nobody seems to give a flying

-i understand you filed for a freedom of information

report on the madman file that Randall had.

What's going on there?

-I followed you over to Randall's after we had drinks.

Wanted to see what you'd turn up.

When I came in you had your robust body

draped over some papers.

A naval security review of stag's work as an agent.

It evaluates his report on the bombing.

An accident, Rick.

No blame.

-Yeah, I know.

Randall went up to talk to danello

about the authenticity of this.

-But Randall didn't have the real thing.

Mine's government issued.

Here's what you saw.

-How the hell did Randall get the fake report?

-Compare them line to line.

Whoever doctored Randall's had some pretty

tough things to say about him.

Cowardice in the face of the enemy, it goes on.

If I was Fane and already feeling guilty,

this would push me over the edge.

-Theo, you made that 9-1-1 call for me, didn't you?

-Yeah.

-You had to have seen who hit me.

-If I tell you, Rick, you gotta promise to help me.

-What do you mean help you?

Cambodian.