All language subtitles for Police Woman S02E03 Paradise Mall

He said that he'd kill me before
he'd let anybody else have me.

♪♪♪

- Talk to me, or I'll enlarge your hat size.
- You're nuts!

We got a real
psycho on our hands.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Better get it over to the lab.
- All right. Cloth her up.

Hey, Tom, how are you?

Hiya, kid, how are you?

-This is bill crowley.
-Bill.

Did I ever tell you about the time sergeant
Anderson and I teamed up in ad narc.

-You tell me every time we meet.
-Oh, yeah.

[Chuckles]

What's ccu's
interest here, bill?

If that's Ellen Perry,
we're very interested.

That's what her driver's
license says. Who was she?

She was a salesgirl at
a paradise mall boutique.

She was a witness to a
petty con we're investigating.

This one's a little messy.
She's been raped, stabbed.

But the real kicker is what
she's wearing on her head.

The bride wore white.

It's Ellen.

Except Ellen Perry
wasn't married.

Okay, thanks.

A sheriff's deputy
just located a car,

it's at the bottom of canyon
road and ocean drive.

Okay, why don't
we follow you there?

-Ed. -Yeah, right.

♪♪♪

There's your favorite reporter.

Distributor cap's missing.

The freak obviously drives
alongside of some woman at night

and then signals that
something's wrong with her car.

When she pulls over, he
offers to look for the trouble

and then pinches
the distributor cap.

Then he offers her a ride to
the nearest service station and...

Tom.

Look what I found in the back.

Good evening, this
is Susan Edwards,

reporting to you from the
scene of what the police think

is the second
murder victim's car.

Two nights ago, they found another
murdered girl in an alley off beach street,

and on her head they found
the killer's trademark, a bridal veil.

We're gonna find out
something about that bridal veil.

-Hey, pep?
-Yeah.

Smile you're gonna be on t.V.

Sergeant Anderson. Sergeant.

Would you say that there was any significance
in the fact that those girls were blonde?

At this point, no. We think the killer is a
psychopath with unpredictable behavior.

I would like to say
something though.

The department would like to pass
along this advice to women who drive alone.

If a stranger flags
you down, don't stop.

Keep going. And if you
can get the license number

and pass it along to us,
it would be a great help.

In fact, any information you have
concerning this case would be welcome.

We don't want to
see it happen again.

Right, uh... sergeant,
what about the bridal veil

that the killer has left
on both his victims.

Doesn't that
indicate a jilted lover?

A person whose homicidal
rage was triggered

by being stood up at the alter?

Well, that is a
possible theory, yes.

But, at the moment, the police
haven't a single suspect, have they?

Pepper: No, we don't.
Reporter: Thank you.

Pepper: Your welcome.

Entre nous. Now, you have come
by to pick up the ensemble, no?

No. I have come by
because I'm a police officer.

How do you say in
French. Gendarme.

Fuzz.

Oui.

Yeah, well, on the
third of this month,

- you reported a display case smashed.
- Oh, yeah.

- But, you didn't indicate what had been taken.
- A few bridal veils.

-How many?
-Six.

Now, can I get
back to my paying.

One other thing could you identify
them, if you saw them again?

We don't label them,
they're too fragile.

Oh, of course, the
seamstress who made them

could probably recognize
her own needle work.

-What's her name?
-Um. Fuentes.

Isabel Fuentes. Such
heavenly hemstitching...

I'm sure. Is she here?
Could I speak to her?

-Unhappily, she's in Mexico.
-Oh, deported?

You are a detective, aren't you?

♪♪♪

- What've you got?
- I thought this might interest you fellows.

That kook is at it again.

Radiator's still hot, too. I think we may
have only missed him by a minute or two.

-You got anything else?
-The registration.

Joan Travis. I'm gonna call in.

Where's the nearest
public phone?

There's an all night
diner at Mark and dryer.

Yeah, we got a possible
kidnapping a 187.

Unable to locate victim,
possibly ID'd as Joan Travis.

Alert all units in the vicinity.

Let me ask you something.

Where do the guys take their
girls to... er. You know what I mean?

There's a wooded area
a couple of miles away.

Okay, why dont'cha get
yourself a beer. You deserve it.

♪♪♪

What are you stopping here for?

Listen, buddy get this crate
rolling, you understand?

Let's go, please.

[Sighs]

Oh, no, please put that
away. I'll do anything you want.

♪♪♪

Y'wanna kill the engine, Joe?

See anything?

C'mon, let's try the other spot.

♪♪♪

-Hi, Joe. What's happening?
-Briefing.

-The captain?
-No, crowley.

Oh, okay. Good.

-Hi. -How're you doing?

[Clears throat]

[Telephone ringing]

Hello. Oh, hi, darling...

I'm making myself
all gorgeous for you.

Well, don't work too hard at it.

We... we can't have all
that beauty going to waste.

Oh, Tom.

You can't get off tonight?
Not even on my birthday?

Well, it's a little tense here.

The freak was
out again last night.

Oh, come on, Tom. It's not that.

When do you ever
take a night off?

Listen, I. I gotta go now.

But we'll go out tomorrow night.

I'll splurge.

I think I'll call Alice and see if
she'd like to take in a movie tonight.

If we can find
one I haven't seen.

Yeah, you do that.

I love you.

Helen?

And I love you.

A psychological
profile of the killer.

He's probably very young,
probably in his early twenties...

Single and maybe suffered
a romantic crisis recently.

We got a real
psycho on our hands.

Okay.

Well, that's it. Now, get out
there and bang on the doors.

Shake some bushes and
see what you can find out

about your individual
assigned victims.

And you might as
well call your mommas

and tell her to plug
in the electric blanket,

'cause daddy ain't
gonna be home tonight.

-Let's go.
-Hey, Joe, give me a report.

-Hi, Tom.
-Pep.

Where's your partner?

-Flu bug's got him.
-Oh, sorry.

Bill, the Mexican
consul is gonna try

- and locate Isabel Fuentes.
- Come on, you're with me.

-I am?
-Yep. Let's go.

♪♪♪

[Audience cheering]

Stay around for a drink?

Yeah, if you're buying.

Excuse me.

♪♪♪

Okay, wait a minute, hold it.

Let me get this straight...

Tequila, vodka and cognac

with equal parts of tomato
juice laced with tobasco?

-That's it -and this...

Depth bomb is gonna
make me better, huh?

Oh, I didn't say it was
gonna make you better.

I said it was gonna
make you feel better.

Listen, don't knock it.

That remedy belonged to
my dear old grandmother

and she lived to be a 104.

Wow.

- And what'd she finally die of?
- Acute alcoholism.

[Doorbell rings]

Oh, get that for
me, will you Tom..?

I think that's mighty Joe young.

Probably is.

Pep, come in.

What's up?

-Tom...
-Yeah?

Have you been home yet?

Why?

The sheriff's
department reported

an abandoned gray
olds on west Avenue.

License number apa-104.

-That's Helen's car.
-We know.

Aw, somebody goofed.

Helen went to the movies
last night with her girlfriend... er,

what's her name. Alice,
always drives her car.

[Dialing]

-Tom, I double checked.
-It's ringing

the distributor cap is missing.

♪♪♪

Hey, ed.

Sure got a lot
of fuzz out there.

Hey, how about some eggs?

-Sunnyside?
-Yeah, and heavy on the fries.

♪♪♪

Maybe one of these
broads was here, maybe not.

Thing is, I blow the whistle on
my clients, it's bad for business.

We're talking about
murder, you understand that?

-Murder?
-Murder.

Or, would you rather
talk to us downtown?

Okay, okay. Mrs. Brown.

She was here
Saturday night with...

-Who else?
-Mister brown.

-May I use your phone?
-Sure.

Have you seen them here before?

I guess you could say
they were regular customers.

How regular?

Like twice a week,
for the past six months.

Okay, thank you.

75 Porsche registered
to a William cheaver.

You've had your
rights read to you,

you can have a lawyer
present if you want to.

No.

-We'll supply one.
-I've said it. No.

Did you sign that
registration card?

Crowley: Is that your signature
on it? Mr. Cheaver: No.

Look, I know Helen
was married to a cop

and I'm getting the
distinct feeling that,

I'm being railroaded
into a murder charge now.

I'm telling you. I didn't do it.

We can have a handwriting
expert compare the signatures.

All right, all right,
we were there.

Pepper: At the motel?

Yes.

By "we", you mean,
you and Helen foley?

Yes. Oh, dear god. Forgive me.

-She'd be alive.
-But?

Oh, about two o'clock,

she started to get nervous.

Said that her husband
might get home early...

For a change.

Tom, save it.

♪♪♪

Is he a good suspect?

We don't think so.

His story holds up and
the poly shows truthful.

Crowley wants you off
the case, completely Tom.

How'd you know where I'd be?

I didn't. I went to
three other places first.

Then I remembered how
you used to drag me here,

-in the old days.
-The old days.

Bloody Mary with a twist.

How's that after
three years, pep?

- Sensational, Barney. How've you been?
- Okay.

-So don't be such a stranger.
-Right.

A stranger, that's
that's funny...

I guess I was
just that to Helen.

All the time, it's just
been... the street...

Punks and heists.

The busts...

Just cops and crooks.

That's all I ever did.

I spent out tenth anniversary
on a stake out at 2:11.

And Helen sat home and
watched the champagne go flat.

I'm to blame for what happened.

Not Helen.

[Sighs]

Barney, keep 'em coming.

No, no. I won't talk to
anybody but sergeant Anderson.

Okay, well.

Excuse me, just a minute.

Hey, pepper.

Oh, bill, I just talked to the
Mexican consul again and he...

He told you to lay
off the Tequila, right?

I was with Tom. He
had to be with someone.

So, he was with
old Margarita Mary?

I did drink too much.

- Can I get you anything?
- Not unless it's a day off?

Yeah, we happen to
have a little lady in there

who swears she knows
something about the murders,

but, she'll only speak to
sergeant Anderson privately.

Oh, no, do I have to?

I'll give you a hand.

[Telephone ringing indistinctly]

This is sergeant Anderson.

-Sergeant Anderson.
-Hello.

I saw you on t.V. I
know you can be trusted.

Yes. I can be.

Sergeant, it's me he's
killing over and over.

All right, just sit down. You'll have to
excuse me. I was out working on a case.

Look at me. I'm a mess.

You look fine. You really do.

Now why don't you
start with your name?

Elsa meyers.

Who is killing you
over and over?

Prince charming, I mean,
that's what he called himself.

He never said any other name.

Just that he was
my prince charming

and that I was
his fairy Princess.

How long have you
known this man?

About a month.

He came into this coffee house on
paradise mall, where I wait tables.

Soon as I handed
him a menu, he says.

"Fairy Princess, this
is love at first sight."

You know, real goofy, like that.

And then, he said that we were
made for each other in heaven, like that.

Real corny but,
the scary thing is.

I mean. He really meant it.

- Go on.
- Well, every day he came back, talking crazier and crazier.

He had a camera,
he took my picture,

said that he would always
keep it close to his heart.

And, finally, he misses a day
and I think that I'm rid of him.

But, the next morning
he's back bright and early.

And you wouldn't
believe with what.

A wedding license.

Got it in San Diego, he says, where we're
supposed to fly that night and get married.

- But, of course, you said no.
- I lied that I had a boyfriend.

Well, he screamed
that I'd jilted him.

He said that he'd kill me before
he'd let anybody else have me.

That was exactly two weeks ago.

Take it easy, we'll
do all we can to help.

[Telephone ringing indistinctly]

Something like, not exactly.

What could we change?

- I don't know.
- Well, what about the eyes? The nose?

-What about the chin?
-I don't know.

I've like tried to blot
his face from my mind.

-I can't do any better. I'm sorry.
-Okay.

Why dont'cha get that out on the
m.O. Sheets, it's better than nothing.

♪♪♪

-Did you put ketchup?
-Yep.

-Pickel? Mustard?
-Hmm.

[Chuckles]

You're shanon, aren't you?

I hardly recognize you
with your clothes on.

Hey, how's about you and me
gettin' together tonight after the show?

Buzz of, creap,
or I'll call a cop.

Hey, don't play
hard to get with me.

-Come on.
-Don't get mad.

-It's for you, baby.
-Well?

Hey, let's not go away mad.

Hey, look, I'm really not bad
when you get to know me.

-Hi, there.
-Hi.

-Coffee?
-Yeah, sure.

You know that guy?

Yeah, his name's gordie.

Gordie what?

Gordie who-knows.

He in here often?

He's in often.

He lives on the board walk.

Come in at nights, too? Alone?

Sometimes.
Sometimes with a chick.

He ever in here
with any of these?

Could be. I don't pay no
attention to chicks around here.

Why not?

Just they're
just a lot of tarts.

Now, you take that
blonde, gordie chased after.

She's a stripper.

Oh, that's really shocking.

This Romeo, he got a car?

Yeah, the yellow jab
out in the parking lot.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

♪♪♪

Bill, wanna come over a second?

This is Mr. Henderson.

-Sergeant crowley.
-Sergeant.

- Mr. Hederson.
- Mr. Henderson lives over on, kedzie, where we found her car.

Oh?

Wanna tell him about
it, Mr. Henderson?

Well, it was like this.

I was goin' out to get a
beer during a commercial.

About 1:30 A.M.

And I looked out the window

and I saw these two
cars parked on the street.

A guy with blond hair,
you know the type...

Working on the one car.
I think it was a mustang.

Just too dark to really
see anything any good.

What about the other car?
Did you get the make of that?

Same problem.

It was some kind of
a small car, light color.

Okay, thanks very much.
We'll be in touch with you.

Yeah, I've got a couple of
questions for you too, Mr. Henderson.

Hey, bill.

I just took this from underneath
the windshield wipers.

- Parking lot at the beach.
- Oh. Wait a minute.

Hey, Tom. Did you get my message
from pepper about staying off the case?

Yeah.

Good.

-Y'heard about the car, huh?
-Yup.

Check it out.

♪♪♪

- Talk to me, or I'll enlarge your hat size.
- You're nuts!

Come on, you ripped
off six of those veils.

-Where are the other two?
-Veils?

What the hell
would I do with veils?

Sit down, sweet bird.

♪♪♪

Come here, come here.

Hey, Tom, it's not true.

- You don't understand, man, he killed my wife.
- Easy, Tom.

Come on, let's take
a walk. Come on.

He's not the one.

Okay. I'll see that
someone drives you home.

So?

So, he wasn't the one.

Why, you're a real Wyatt
earp, aren't you, Tom?

I told you to stay out of this.

But, I saw him with
the murdered girl,

the other day, he was harassing
her. And he owns a yellow dart.

Look, I'm just following up
the same lead as Joe and Pete.

But, Joe and Pete have a right to be out
there, Tom. You got no right to be out there.

Then why did he run?

Wouldn't you run,
if some nut busts in

and starts bouncing
you off the walls.

If you meddle in this
case once more...

I'm gonna see to it
that you're busted.

Are you getting my message?

Tom, do you understand
what I'm saying to you?

[Tom sighs]

Yeah, bill. Okay.

The names of all males who
applied for a marriage license

during the week of the 17th, 49.

Oh, that's great.

We can eliminate the
San Diego residents.

What about Sharon o'Neil?

Anybody been down to interview
those strippers at the club?

No some of them don't
get there 'til midnight.

I'd like to hang around
here for that lab report...

Oh, that's alright.
I'll take care of it.

- How're your bumps and grinds?
- How quickly you forget.

- Take Joe and Pete with you.
- All right. They're still in mexicali.

They can't meet Isabel
Fuentes until tomorrow.

But I'll let you know if any
of them are great looking.

♪♪♪

Relax.

-We're just gonna talk.
-What about?

This, where'd you get it?

- Where'd you get it?
- In your room. Answer my question.

This square I know says
he's got a wonderful chick.

-Reminds him of his mother.
-And...

Turns out this wonderful
chick takes a powder.

The square's all shook up.

Says he'll give me a hundred
bucks if I help him find her.

So he gave me this
photograph, so I'll know her.

Just take your time,
we've got all night.

This friend of yours,
he got a name?

I didn't say he was a
friend. Just a square I know.

-I don't know his full name.
-Ed something.

Ed?

Is it on this list?

Hmm. That one.

Where do I find him?

At the burger joint
down at the peir.

He works there.

All right, you get out
of here. Other way.

Hey, just because
a girl is a stripper,

- doesn't mean she sleeps with any John who wanders in.
- Oh, I know.

But, Sharon must have had
some male friends. A boyfriend?

Yeah, one. Her regular guy.

He used to pick her up after
the show. His name's Marvin

kolonsky, kolodny,
something like that.

Do you know where he lives?

Uh-huh. But, he pumps gas
at that station at the corner.

Hey mine's the
medium rare. No onion.

Hey, thanks a lot, girls. You don't mind if
I hang around and take in the show, do you?

♪♪♪

Ever since you jilted
me, I've dreamt about you.

And, do you know
what I dreamt about?

Huh?

I dream that I kill you.

Over and over and over
but you won't stay dead.

This time you're
gonna stay dead, Elsa.

You drive where I tell you.

[Car engine turns on]

♪♪♪

L-fourteen. L-fourteen. Seven
hundred block at ocean Avenue.

The parking lot at
the foot of the peir.

[Gunshots]

Shots are fired.
Officer needs help. Out.

♪♪♪

[Man shouting]

♪♪♪

You've been hit.

It's not the first time,
babe, and it's not for nothin'.

-Sergeant.
-Yes.

-This guy's had it.
-Get an ambulance.

Hey, thanks to you.

Hey, pep, listen,
thanks for the help, huh.

Oh, forget it.

Well, thay tell me it
missed the bone, huh.

Just lucky, I guess.

They found the veils

in the glove
compartment of krohl's car.

If it haden't been for Tom,
you might've found one on me.

Hey, pep, the bad penny
just turned up, that's all.

What were you doing
on paradise mall, Tom?

- I was headed for Barney's.
- Huh. I'm sure you were.

Listen, PR's laying out a press
conference. You interested?

- Oh, cover for me, will you.
- I gotta go get my report out,

then I'm going home
and get some sleep.

-See you, pep
-okay, good night, bill.

'Night.

Tom, I owe you.

Well, buy me a cup
of coffee sometime.

-Okay.
-We'll make it a double.

Thank you.

[Telephone ringing indistinctly]

Hello.

Hello.

What can I do for you?

He said two.

Who did?

Something's been eating at me.

I figured somebody in
charge ought to know.

- Have you been drinking?
- Yeah, I had a few.

- Okay, what is this thing that you think, I ought to know?
- That stripper, shanon.

She was the fifth victim, right?

Well, your friend foley, when
he was bouncing me off my wall,

he yelled at me...

"You ripped off
six of those veils.

Where did you
stash the other two."

Five from six is one. Just
thought you ought to know.

Yes, of course.
Good night, Mr. Stuart.

♪♪♪

Last Saturday
night. I'm not sure.

- Tom always signs his tab, doesn't he?
- Yeah, sure he does.

Here, here you are.

I thought he was on some
kind of surveillance job.

Surveillance? Why?

Oh, he sat right where you are and
spent all night staring out the window.

♪♪♪

[Telephone ringing]

Crowley, yeah. Yeah,
pep, how's it going?

Yeah. What?

Okay, I'll meet
you there, right.

You're the last person I
expected to see again tonight, pep.

Here. Now, what's
this new development?

This, Tom. They're the
same veils, aren't they?

Helen got rid of her
bridal outfit years ago.

I think she sent it to
amarillo to one of her nieces.

Would you mind if I looked
through some of her personal things?

Don't bother.

I've just come from Barney's.

He looked up your
tab from Saturday night

from where you were sitting,

you watched cheaver come out
of that motel with Helen, didn't you?

You were always good, you know?

What's funny?

But this time, it's just you and
me standing here, the two of us.

I think that's sad, pep...

Don't you think that's sad?

Yes, Tom. It's sad.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry, yeah. Oh, I wish
Helen had said that. I...

If she would've just asked
for a little understanding.

All these years, I've
felt guilty about my work.

My job.

Not being a proper husband.

I didn't want to
tell her I knew.

I didn't want to say anything,
but she was so brazen.

She said that cheaver
made her feel alive.

In a way I never had.

She said she
wouldn't give him up.

That she didn't give a
damn about what I thought.

I got tired, kid.

All of a sudden I got very tired

and slapped her...

With my open hand,
but too hard, she fell.

I didn't call a doctor.

I'd seen enough bodies to
know that it wouldn't do any good.

I cried, pep. For her, for
me, for our whole lives.

Just shot away.

I just find it so...
um, incredible.

Tom, I'm so sorry

and you went out and you
killed krohl, to shut him up.

Because if we had caught him, he would have
confessed to all the other murder's not Helen's.

Maybe, but I got rid of a
psycho who killed four women.

Maybe I figured someday he'd...

He'd just shuffle out
of a mental institution...

Stamped sane...

And start in again
on another rampage.

-It happens like that.
-Yes, it sure does.

And that's wrong, but you're not
the judge or the jury, none of us are.

But, you can be. You. You can...

Tom, are you are you trying
to say to cover up for you?

You're not?

Relax.

You're not thinking
of using that on me?

Never entered my mind.

[Knock on door]

That must be crowley.

I guess this is where it ends.

[Knocking continues]

You better let him in,
pep, I'll get dressed.

Crowley: Pep, are you in there?

[Knocking continues]

[Door closes]

I was beginning to
think nobody was home.

What's up?

We didn't have the whole story.
Tom's the one who killed Helen.

-I don't believe it.
-He just confessed.

-Where is he?
-Getting dressed.

Did you get his weapon?

No.

What the hell are
you thinking of?

Look.

Hey, Tom.

Tom, open the door will you.

Open up.

Foley, open the
door. Open up, foley.

♪♪♪

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