All language subtitles for Hunter S03E14 Requiem for Sergeant McCall

My husband was murdered by this man.

I want $1 million for every year I spent
inside.

I shot your husband.

You got that?

IA has instructed me to put you under
suspension.

Moody's ruined your life once already.
Don't let him do it again.

Drop the gun, lady.

I'm a cop.

I said drop it. You're found on that
roof with a gun in your hand. The DA

you're guilty as hell. I swear to God
I'll see you to the gas chamber.

My husband, Detective Sergeant Steve
McCall, was murdered in cold blood by

man less than five years ago. With all
due respect and sympathy to Sergeant

McCall, the charge was manslaughter, and
this is not a trial, it's a parole

hearing. Mr. Brevard is right, Sergeant
McCall. This is only to determine inmate

Moody's eligibility for parole.

We have to confine ourselves to the
facts of record.

Unfortunately, the record doesn't
reflect the truth.

The most important part of my testimony
was stricken as hearsay. That doesn't

make it any less true.

This man called my husband at home.

He set up an ambush, and he shot and
killed him. Really, this can't go on.

Sergeant, please.

Sorry, it's just that one miscarriage of
justice occurred when the jury found

this inmate.

Guilty of only manslaughter, not murder
in the first degree. Now, if you let

him... All right, that'll be all,
Sergeant.

Please.

Mr. Brevard, you may proceed.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Moody's conduct as an inmate has
been exemplary, and he's shown deep

for the act which led to his
imprisonment. I'm sure the board will

Mr. Moody has earned the right to
parole.

This case has been closed for five
years, McCall.

I'm not asking you to reopen the case of
my husband's death. I'm asking you to

reopen the homicide case my husband was
working on when he was killed.

Homicide case?

That's right. Diana Duquesne was
murdered and Steve was that close to

when he was killed.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't the
coroner's jury decide that her death was

accidental? Steve would have proven that
it wasn't.

Is all of this because his killer's
coming up for parole?

Captain, my husband's reputation in this
department was destroyed as soon as

that jury brought in a verdict of
manslaughter. That meant that they

Moody's claim that Steve was harassing
him.

I wrote a summary of the case after
Moody's trial.

Please read it.

Hey, Harry.

You know it's dinner time, huh?

Hey, hey, hey, get out of there! Get out
of there!

You know what that does to your liver?

What's the matter? You on a hunger
strike?

See?

Not so bad a life.

This case began when my husband,
Detective Sergeant Steve McCall, was

with his partner, Sergeant Sam Bullen,
to investigate a possible homicide at

Beller home of Diana and Roger Duquesne.

Diana Duquesne's body was found at 6 .20
p .m., face down in her bath water by

Mrs. Ann Ridley, who had taken care of
Diana since she was a child.

When was the last time you saw Mrs.
Duquesne alive?

No more than half an hour before I found
her like that.

I know the two of you were alone here.
You didn't see anyone else?

No.

No one at all.

What made you think she was murdered?

They hated her.

All of them.

God forgive me for saying so.

Who hated her, Mrs. Ridley?

The three of them.

That actor that she married.

And those two ungrateful children.

On the contrary, Sergeant. I loved my
wife very much.

And so did David and Julie, your
children.

Mrs. Ridley said there was... Mrs.
Ridley hasn't liked anyone since Diana's

first husband died.

And you were on your boat till 6 .30
this evening?

Yes, with my business manager, four
businessmen presenting an offer, and

or four assorted accountants.

You mean you haven't arrested him yet?

Please, David, not now. Not now? Then
when, for God's sake?

This is a very difficult time for... Our
mother is dead.

And he killed her.

We haven't established yet that your
mother's death was anything but an

accident. Someone hit her on the head
and drowned her. Some accident. David,

please don't yell.

David and Julie Lawrence had been
playing mixed doubles in a televised

tennis tournament at the time of their
mother's death.

Their alibis were as airtight as Roger
Duquesne's, but the coroner's findings

made Steve doubt that her death was
accidental.

Okay, there was blood, her blood, on the
faucet. But according to Barney, there

wasn't a trace of skin or hair along
with it. The blood could have been put

there in Barney's opinion.

He also said that the coroner's jury
would probably rule it as an accident.

We'll see how they can. Oh, come on,
Steve. All three of your suspects had

ironclad alibis.

Diana just had too much to drink and did
a nosedive into her bubble bath. That's

it. No, Sam, that is not it. She also
left 270 million bucks to three people

are always asking her for money.

And according to Mrs. Ridley, Diana
Duquesne had started saying no to all

of them, and they hated her for it.
Yeah, Mrs.

Ridley. Now, there is a reasonable
suspect. At least she was there. Come

Sam. She lost a cushy job. She got a
nothing pension.

Being there has nothing to do with it.

Duquesne or one of the kids hired the
job done.

Okay. But a senior partner in this
outfit, I'm calling it in as an

Now, you want to pursue another line of
investigation?

That's why they made you a detective,
kid.

Steve decided to stake out the Duquesne
family mansion, and he was getting less

than four hours sleep each night.

But his persistence finally paid off.

Excuse me. I just walked in here. It's
about my height, my brown hair, green

leather jacket. Yeah, I see it. You came
in and walked right through the joint

and out the back.

Hi.

Didn't your mom ever tell you you could
go blind doing that?

So stop me when I need glasses.

There's a very good test for this, you
know. Oh, yeah? Mm -hmm.

How many fingers am I holding up?

One. That's very good.

What is that finger pointing at?

Two of the greatest lips in this room
are any.

You pass.

But I think you're going to need regular
examination.

You also have to get some sleep.

I'm too tired to sleep.

Come on, baby, five minutes.

Okay, but it's not going to work.

Well, you might surprise yourself.

Come on. Five minutes, Barry. Not going
to work. Come on.

Something about you turns me on.

You suppose it's the uniform?

I hope not, because I'm taking it off.

I can't lose either way.

No, you can't.

Oh, no.

I know.

Oh, no.

Oh,

honey,

stay here.

Reserve your strength.

Who is it?

Rick Hunter. I have some information for
Sergeant McCall.

Very sorry about the hour, but Steve
wanted these as soon as they came out.

Yeah, that's okay.

Hey, Rick. What do you got?

What are you doing, Steven?

The Moody file. Take a look at that. Uh,
Rick, this is Dee Dee. Dee Dee, this is

Rick. Hi. How are you? Oh, yeah, that's
my man.

Rodney Alistair Moody.

Let's pick him up.

On what ground?

Just for questioning.

A station wagon registered to Diane
Duquesne leaves that house at one in the

morning, kicks this guy up, drops him
off a few blocks later.

I want to know who's driving that car.

Well, yeah, but Steve, if he refuses to
tell you, then haven't you just put him

and the driver on guard?

She's always like this. You mean smart,
careful, by the book?

Yes.

All right, I'll think of something. I'll
call you in the morning.

Nice meeting you. Nice meeting you.

It's about time all Steve does is talk
about you.

Now you know the awful truth.

Yes, I do. Good night.

Bye.

Hello. Let me speak to your husband.

Who is this?

It's a friend. It's very important.

Hey.

The man won't give his name. He wants to
talk to you. He says it's important.

Hello.

Want to clue me in?

Somebody wants to tell me who was in
that petition wagon with Moody.

Who? I don't know. From the voice, I'd
say male, Caucasian, probably a smoker.

Where? He's at the Sideshow Club, a
place in North Hollywood.

I love you, baby.

I'll be back before the pillow gets
cold.

Promise? Mm -hmm.

Who is it?

Rick Hunter, Dee Dee.

Where's Steve?

Steve's been shot.

Where is he? What hospital did they take
him to?

He didn't make it. He died on the way.

Moody claimed that Steve had been
harassing him, had followed him to the

sideshow club, and attacked him.

My testimony about what Moody said to
Steve was rejected as hearsay, and his

attorney convinced the jury I couldn't
have recognized Moody's voice.

He was found guilty of manslaughter.

No connection was ever established
between Moody and the death of Diana

Duquesne. Her death was classified as an
accident.

Ask Sergeant McCall to come in here,
please.

Sit down, McCall.

I read your report.

And I must say that I sympathize with
your position.

Catherine. Please, let me finish that.

Your report is not objective.

It's full of personal opinions and
debatable conclusions.

Now, let me finish.

But I think I know you well enough to
conclude that there is some truth in it.

So I'm going to give you and Hunter some
time to check it out.

Great. Probably not much time. It
depends on what you come up with.

That's okay.

This may be the oldest and the thinnest
trail I ever put a cop on.

So I may pull you off at any time.

And if I do, I don't want to hear any
arguments.

Agreed. One more thing.

Remember that Moody is a free man with
full constitutional rights the minute he

steps out of that state prison.

Ron Moody just made parole.

Two hours ago, he boarded the plane for
Los Angeles.

Get one guess why he's writing down that
phone number. He figures his phone's

tapped. And I'll bet you he plans on
getting a call from that phone right

Shut up. Don't talk.

Just write down this number.

555 -9195.

Go to a pay phone. Call me at that
number in exactly 30 minutes.

We got to talk about money.

We're a pair of geniuses, right?

Only if it rings.

I went in the washing dryer.

Congratulations. First thing I need from
you is a safe number I can call you at.

No, first, you listen up. I did five
years because you let a cop follow you

me.

You know how I spent my time?

Figuring how much it was going to cost
you when I got out.

I know how much you got off that job I
did for you.

Our original deal doesn't even come
close.

We got to talk a settlement.

I'll tell you exactly.

I want $1 million for every year I spent
inside, $5 million.

I want it in bearer bonds, and I want it
in 48 hours.

Or I sell the rights to the untold
story.

I'll be in touch.

1 -P -C -E -6 -9 -7.

This is L -56.

Request a DMV on California Life Display
1, Peter Charlie Edwards, 697.

Beverly Hills.

Least to Rodney A. Moody.

Yes, madam. The name, please.

The name is Sergeant.

I have one of your patrons under
surveillance. I'd like that corner table

to the pillar, please.

I'd like another drink.

Babe, you can have as much as you want
of whatever you want.

So can you, if you can stop looking at
me like that.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I've never seen anybody
as beautiful as you.

Well, not for a few years, anyhow.

Waiter, let's have a couple more drinks
over here.

Dee Dee McCall!

For God's sakes, keep moving. I'm
running a surveillance here.

Sergeant Dede McCall.

Straight from the land of hearsay
testimony.

Still out for blood.

I've got good news for you, Sergeant.

I'm a fully rehabilitated citizen.

I shot your husband.

For exactly the reasons I gave at my
trial, I have deeply regretted it ever

since, and I've done my time.

You kill Diana Duquesne and you're going
to go to the gas chamber for it, buddy.

I'm going to call my P .O. I still got
rights. They're not going to let some

vigilante cop follow me around making
death threats.

You got that?

Okay, little lady.

You called the game.

You probably got a wire on you, so I'll
do this in a way just the two of us will

understand.

You

just

lost the first round, babe.

I understand why you decked this guy
moody, but why did you have to do it in

crowded restaurant?

I have no choice but to turn Terwilliger
loose on this, otherwise the press is

going to make a martyr out of this
creature.

I understand, sir.

Moody has agreed to drop his complaint.

If you agree not to interfere with,
follow, or harass him in any way.

Agreed? I am not being suspended?

Bernie Terwilliger will file his report
and we'll...

Moody's ruined your life once already.
Don't let him do it again.

Don't worry, I won't.

What'd you get on the car leasing place?

Arrangements were made by telephone and
paid for with a cashier's check by

Howard Brovard, Moody's attorney.

He's one of the priciest criminal
attorneys in Los Angeles.

That makes you wonder, huh, who's
picking up that tab?

You can guess how far I got with that.

I know, client -attorney privilege.

McCall. Don't worry, I'm not going near
Moody.

There are at least three cages I plan to
rattle real hard.

Sergeant Hunter? Yes.

I'm Roger Duquesne. Mr. Duquesne, how
are you?

This is my friend and business advisor,
Bert Sorensen. Sorensen.

My wife's children, David and Julie
Lawrence. Hi, how are you?

I'd like to introduce my partner,
Sergeant McCall.

Widow of Detective Sergeant Steve
McCall.

Name ring a bell?

What is this?

Diana Duquesne's death has been
reclassified as a possible homicide.

Thereby, it's open again for
investigation.

So, you have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything...
This is the best news I've heard in

years.

Are you finally going after this
bloodsucker?

David, please, don't start.

I don't want this dredged up all over
again. Come on, sweetie, sit down.

As we understand it, after your wife's
death, you inherited half the estate and

the other half went to her two children.
Is that correct?

Sergeant, I will answer any questions
you put to me about my wife's death.

But I'm afraid our financial affairs are
very private.

I know, Roger, that aspect of your
financial affairs is not private. It's a

matter of public record.

Mr. Duquesne and these two young people
share in the income from the estate,

which is quite substantial, but...

They were equally well off when Mrs.
Duquesne was alive.

Where's Miss Ridley?

Why do you ask?

I want to talk to her.

Well, she worked for me after Mommy
died, but then she kind of let go. She

started drinking, and she developed
diabetes, and she died a few months ago.

All right, thank you.

If any of you would like to speak with
either myself or Sergeant Hunter, you're

welcome to do that in private.

Is that it?

That's all?

Unless you have something to add.

No, no, I just assumed that when you
asked for this meeting, you had

substantial to tell us.

Well, I don't have to tell you that
Rodney Moody has been released from

He's out on parole.

You have my sympathy on that, Sergeant.

Rodney Moody's attorney is a man by the
name of Howard Brovard. Do you know him?

No, we never met.

Well, look him up, Roger.

I have a feeling you're going to need
him.

David, please, if you don't stop, I'm
going to leave.

Again, thank you.

You can reach us both at Metro Division
Homicide.

I spoke to Hunter. He said you'd still
be here.

Yeah, well, I'm almost finished.

I'm on your side.

You know that, don't you?

Then why'd you tie my hands, Captain?

You tied your own hands when you popped
Moody in the chops.

Yeah, you're right.

But it was worth it.

I know what you mean.

Off the record.

Oh, look, you were just starting to get
in good there.

You and Hunter are important to me.

I don't want either of you getting into
departmental trouble.

You're good cops, both of you.

Oh, gee.

I mean it.

Well, you're forgiven for wrecking my
life. Thanks.

Good night, McCall.

Good night, Captain.

Homicide, Sergeant. I'm called.

Yeah.

All right. In 20 minutes, I'll be there.

Mr.

Lawrence. Thank you for coming.

A soda with lime, please.

And another one of these.

You know, you're a very attractive
woman.

Somehow I don't think that's what you
called me here to tell me.

I mean, you probably could have been
anything.

Why'd you want to be a cop?

Are you doing an interview for the Peace
Officer's Gazette or what?

Just trying to break the ice.

Consider it broken.

Let's get to why you called me.

I called you here because... Thank you.

Thank you.

I called you because I wanted to have a
drink with you.

To our mutual interest in seeing Roger
Duquesne on death row.

Are you always this much fun?

Mr. Lawrence, I am tired, and I have a
lot of work to do, and at this moment,

you are not making my life any easier.

Well, that's what you think.

You know that guy you were talking
about, Moody?

I saw him and my ex -stepfather together
yesterday morning.

Where? What time?

It was a little after nine at the house.

I keep some of my cars there.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I didn't put it together until Moody
called again after you left today.

How'd you know it was Moody?

Roger called him by name.

What'd they say?

I don't know. I heard somebody coming
and I hung up the phone, but I picked it

up a few minutes later and they were
just saying goodbye, so I guess I missed

the good part.

You willing to make this statement under
oath?

Are you kidding?

Roger Duquesne is a killer.

He even knows how to hire killers.

It is not going to do me any... Custody.

Enough to put Roger away.

I'll back you up under oath.

But not before he's in custody.

Drop the gun, lady.

I'm a cop.

I said drop it. Now.

IA has instructed me to put you under
suspension.

I heard.

You're in big trouble, McComb.

But not because of IA. Even Bernie
doesn't believe you had anything to do

Moody's death.

The DA's looked at the facts.

Moody shot your husband. You tried to
stop Moody's parole.

He gets out of the slammer, you punch
him out.

You're found on that roof with a gun in
your hand, minutes, maybe seconds, after

Moody hit the pavement.

But the D .A. thinks you're guilty as
hell.

And he's putting together a special
investigative team to go to work on you.

If I thought it would help, I'd say,
don't worry about it.

Go on home.

Stay there till you hear from me.

Don't talk to the press. Don't talk to
anybody.

Hey,

what do you say we get some coffee?

I'm going home.

I thought you might need someone to talk
to.

Thanks, Vincent. I just want to get the
hell out of here.

Who is it?

It's your ex -partner.

Ex -partner. That's a lie.

I brought you a pizza. I thought it
might cheer you up.

It would take a lot more than a pizza to
cheer me up.

This whole thing is so crazy. It's so
sick. Everybody knows I didn't push

off that rooftop.

Even Terwilliger knows it.

Terwilliger was just doing his job, you
know that.

I followed Roger Duquesne into that
building.

Then Moody showed up. I kept thinking
this was such a coincidence, otherwise

being set up.

Just like Steve was set up.

You know, Duquesne has a witness that
says he was in Sorensen's office when

Moody hit the sidewalk.

The receptionist logged Duquesne in at
about 2 .08. He was there until 3 .10.

Moody made the big hit at 2 .16.

Sure case?

Yep.

You want a little help? I think I'd like
to check out that receptionist.

You like living dangerously, don't you?

Am I under arrest?

No, Mr. Duquesne, you're not under
arrest. I'm not even going to take you

downtown. But I would like to ask you
some questions.

Telephone for you, sir. It's Mr. Reagan.
Oh, thank you, Peter.

Excuse me.

Hello, Julie.

No. No, I can't just now.

Sergeant Hunter is here.

No, no, no, no. I'll call you back later
on.

Okay. The beach house?

Goodbye.

You were an actor, weren't you, Mr.
Duquesne?

I am an actor. I just haven't found a
script I like lately.

It's been about ten years, Adam.

I can afford to be selective.

Would that be because your late wife
left you an annual income of about $3

million? Please get to the point. The
point is, Mr. Duquesne, somebody hired

Rodney Moody to kill your wife. Now,
Moody got very greedy. Then he followed

into that office building.

Shortly after that, somebody pushed him
off the roof of that building.

I was also in an office of that building
when Moody was pushed off of it by your

partner, Sergeant McCall, I'm told.

I suggest you take a very good look at
the receptionist's logbook. I have.

Isn't it the same receptionist who used
to work for you before she went to work

for your business manager?

If you're claiming she made a false
entry, I wish you luck trying to prove

By the way, wasn't Sergeant McCall on
the roof at the very moment Moody hit

pavement? I also have a witness that
says they saw you with Moody 48 hours

before Moody hit the pavement.

Since no such meeting ever took place, I
can tell you exactly who gave you that

statement.

David has accused me of killing his
mother since the day she died.

But I didn't kill her.

That's all I had to say, Sergeant.

If you need anything else from me, talk
to my lawyer.

I will.

I suggest you do the same.

Thank you.

David!

David!

David!

David!

Put that down.

You killed my mother, and you killed
Rodney Moody.

Is it my turn now?

You lied to the police.

You told them you saw me and Moody
together.

You invented that story, David.

Why? If that'll help put you away, I'll
swear to it.

And Moody's not around to deny it
anymore.

I'm not going to take any action against
you for what you said, except to deny

it.

You may not know this, but I tried very
hard to be a father to you.

I finally had to give up because you
never forgave me for...

Taking your mother away from you.

Oh, you're a psychiatrist now, huh?

No.

I think I'm still trying to be a father.

Maybe I should have consulted a
psychiatrist.

If you're thick enough to claim that
you've seen me and Moody together,

you need one.

God forgive me for the question I'm
going to ask you now, but did you kill

mother?

Do you mean that?

You could even think I may have killed
my mother?

Until this man Moody was killed, I
always thought Diana's death was an

Well, it sure as hell wasn't an
accident.

And that cop, Steve McCall, knew it.

Someone killed her.

If it wasn't you... Who was it?

It doesn't matter.

It's history.

It could still be an accident.

If it wasn't you... Don't say that,
David.

We had to put all this behind us.

You think it was Julie, don't you?

I want this to stop right here.

I've got to see her. You can't do this.

What if she's innocent?

That's what I've got to find out.

No, I'll talk to Julie.

Even if she's guilty, we're not going to
do anything about it.

Except to get some private professional
help for her.

We can all go through this.

If we pull together as a family. No,
that's a laugh.

We were never a family when Mother was
alive.

Always squabbling over my father's
money.

Shut up!

You just stay right here.

I'll call you.

Just as soon as I speak to Julie.

McCall Hunter, did you ever find out the
address to Julie's Beach House?

Where are you?

I'm in Holmby Hills.

How about the address?

Give me five seconds and fill me in.
What's going on?

Duquesne just left David Lawrence's
house. I think he's on his way to

Beach House to kill her.

All right, you know the market on Sunset
and PCH?

Meet me there. I'll be waiting for you,
all right?

Got it.

Now, you said you were going to call.

So, what's up?

It's about David. I think he's
determined to keep us on the front pages

the scandal sheets.

Well, I'll talk to him.

I can handle David.

Not anymore, Julie.

Why not?

That man, Rodney Moody, his death
changed everything.

Why?

The newspapers practically accuse that
policewoman of killing him.

Not a chance.

You think that Moody would let her lure
him to the roof of that building?

Oh.

You're saying you think that policeman
was right.

That someone hired Moody to kill Nani.

Yes.

Someone who could lure Moody to the
building.

where we keep our accounts, safety
deposit boxes, our business office.

Have you told David about this?

No.

Why not?

David couldn't kill anyone if his life
depended on it.

Well,

I guess that leaves you and me, huh?

Roger, is this a confession?

David thinks you did it.

And he's right.

Your mother used money like a whip to
keep you and David permanent

Permanent dependence.

I never blamed you for hating her.

But I never guessed you could kill her.

Drop the gun, Julie.

Don't tempt me. Drop it.

You heard her.

Give me the gun.

You're under arrest for murder.

It's all right, Julie.

But don't say a word.

Not one word.

I'll have the best lawyer in the country
representing you by tomorrow morning.

It is therefore my solemn and belated
honor to award the Medal of Valor to

Detective Sergeant Stephen J. McCall.

Signed, Donald J. Barker, Chief.

Thank you.

We're not on vacation, folks.

Sorry it took so long, Sergeant.

Well, at least we got Steve's reputation
clear. That's what really matters.

Not bad for someone whose hands are
tied.

You know what?

Yeah, you want that pizza now, right?
Yes, I do.