All language subtitles for t.j_hooker_s03e09_matter_of_passion

Thank you.

Thank you.

Isn't it? Terrific.

Call the police. Report a dead body.

Is she dead?

I'm afraid so.

You were here. Did you see anything?

No, nothing.

You live around here?

I rent a little cottage down the beach.

LCPD.

You a policeman?

Yeah.

Would you mind helping me look around?

See if she left anything on the sand
that might tell us who she is.

Yes, of course.

How long since you pulled out a drink?
Five hours.

Give me a break, Hooker. I got a couple
of other things going here. Don't you

have an ID on her yet? No, Hooker, I do
not have an ID. What about her personal

address?

I called down to the morgue, and we see
there's nothing with her name on it.

You called her?

You didn't go down?

Give me, you have a homicide.

Look, Hooker, even if we had the
manpower and 48 -hour days, we'd still

with unidentified bodies.

Maybe so.

The girl I found was not going to be one
of them.

When I carried her out of the tide pool,
her hand somehow closed around my arm

as if she were reaching out to me, even
in death.

I'm going to run with this one, Lou. Be
my guest.

Keep in touch.

You find out who the girl was, Hooker?
Yeah, Jane Doe. That only makes it worse

not to take your own name with you.

Lou Jensen's got a caseload that won't
quit. This one's on the bottom of the

stack.

I'm going to follow through on it.

What can we do to help?

Check missing persons reports at all
precincts. If you come up dry, put out

inquiries statewide.

Stace and I get right on it.

Let's go, Junior. Where to?

The morgue.

Afternoon, Hooker.

Romano. How you doing?

The new 533i. I'm going to spring for
it. What do you think? It's sharp.

We're here about the Jane Doe that was
brought in this morning. I just finished

the preliminary.

What'd you find?

Homicide. No water in the lungs.

She was hit on the back of the head,
died before she ever got dumped in the

ocean. How can you be sure it's
homicide?

Couldn't she have slipped and hit her
head on a rock?

No way.

The wound to the skull is unique and
symmetrical.

Serrations are of identical size and
spacing.

Nature doesn't fashion things that
evenly.

What kind of instrument would make that
kind of wall?

Haven't the slightest.

Let's see the girl's personal effects.

Help yourself.

Oh, and I'm getting the transparent lift
-off roof panel.

Did I tell you that?

No. I was telling somebody that.

Lipstick key.

Looks like a personal phone book.

Funny thing about these little black
books.

Nobody ever puts their own name in them.

The other entries might give us a lead.

Tell Ithrop I'm taking the little black
book and the key.

I'll send her a receipt.

I don't get it, Hooker.

Hasn't Jensen already scoured the scene?

Well, Jensen was supposed to have
scoured the scene.

But with his caseload, he might have
missed something.

Never hurts to take a second look.

Remember that when you go for your gold
shield.

Catch that.

You were right about Jensen.

I think I see something he left out of
his report.

Hi, Hooker.

You're back.

So are you.

What about the girl?

Did you find out who she was?

I'm working on it.

You know, I have a feeling I saw her
before.

Maybe even took her picture.

Why would you have done that?

For one of my paintings.

You see, when I do a beach scene, the
people aren't going to stay in place

I finish.

So I take a number of photographs from
different angles, and I work from one of

the photographs.

When you finish, what do you do with
these photographs?

Toss them in a box.

I want to see those pictures.

Well, sure, but it could take hours.

Have a few years' worth.

It's very important.

I know it is.

Why don't you let me do the looking?

Then you come by, say, about 8?

And by then, if there is a photo, I'll
have found it.

I'll be there.

Eight o 'clock.

Maybe you should bring a bottle of wine.

Yeah, maybe I will.

We're supposed to be taking a second
look. Let's get to it, so...

than phone numbers in the book.

He's got the phone company matching
addresses and numbers.

Until they come through, all he can do
is call. Right.

I've seen it happen before. Sometimes a
cop gets caught up in a case.

Sometimes too caught up for his own
good.

Come on, Corrigan. Who would get caught
up in every case?

Yeah, well, maybe you're right.

Well, thanks.

And if you recall anyone you know who
looks like the girl I described, please

contact me at the Academy Precinct.

up his pictures was enough.

I didn't expect you to make
enlargements.

Gave me a chance to use my new
equipment.

Here you go.

What do you think?

must have looked like when she was
alive.

This is the way I saw her.

I meant, what do you think about the
prince?

But I don't blame you for looking at her
instead.

There's a sweetness, a freshness about
her.

Innocence.

Vulnerable.

The prince.

First quality.

That's more like it.

I forgive you. Come on.

How about opening that... Gorgeous
bottle of wine you brought.

I have cheeses you've never even heard
of to compliment it. Well, at least I've

never heard of them.

You have a special touch.

I think there are a lot of special
things I could do for you, Hooker.

20 calls so far.

Some no answers.

And the rest can't or won't put a name
to the description.

Why don't you take a break, partner?

Yeah, I need some more silver.

That's changed, please.

How long are you going to keep calling
tonight?

Until we start hanging up.

How many names are in that book? 80, 85.

Give me some of those numbers.

Oh, thank you, partner.

There's only one phone.

Maybe tomorrow.

Well, if someone found my personal
telephone book and called 20 people...

It's hard to believe that no one would
recognize my description.

You know, Corrigan, maybe you're right.

Maybe Hooker is getting too caught up.

Grant? Who is this?

How did you get my private number?

This is Sergeant Hooker of the OCPD.

I'm attempting to identify a young lady
and your number is in a personal phone

book that was in her possession.

I see. Can you describe her?

About 20, 5 '6", 112 pounds, brown hair,
blue eyes.

I'm afraid that doesn't ring a bell,
Sergeant.

And I have no idea how the young woman
got my number.

Well, unfortunately, she can't tell us
she's in the morgue.

Please contact me at the academy prison.

By the way, Grant is the only name
that's written here. Is that your first

last name?

You'll have to excuse me, Sergeant.

Good night.

You get nothing?

I'm not sure.

This guy was very happy to hear.

Well, if anything does come to mind,
please give us a call at the academy

precinct.

Does it?

Last call. We've worked our way through
the girl's black book.

No one seems to know you're Jane Doe.

We have this from the phone company.
Full names and addresses that match up

each of the numbers.

What about the key that we found on the
girl's effects?

Nothing unusual.

I had his ID checked. They said it's cut
from a standard door key blank.

Hey, look at this.

The man that hung up on me?

I was asking if Grant was his first or
last name.

Now I know why he hung up on me. His
name was Grant Chandler. The Grant

Chandler? You mean Daddy Warbucks?

President of Independent Pacific Bank.

A man with a reputation to protect him.
Sounds more promising than most of the

others we called.

Riverview Tennis Club, Delray Cleaners,
the track, the tobacco shop.

The names in the little black book. Too
many of them have to do with a man's

business. Then why would she be carrying
the book?

Maybe to do things for the man in her
life.

A husband, an employer, a boyfriend.

It's even her father.

Junior.

Anxious to talk to Mr. Grant Chandler?
You could say that. You could definitely

say that.

She was one of them.

We never finished our phone conversation
last night, Mr. Chandler.

Really?

What can I do for you?

The girl I mentioned.

The one I found dead on the beach.

Twenty, five foot six, brown hair, blue
eyes.

Still doesn't ring any bells.

No recollection yet somehow she got your
private unlisted number and jotted it

down in her book I don't care that this
girl had my private number how she got

it the point is and let me repeat I
never knew her I never even you offer I

you mr. Chandler But I'm having a little
trouble believing you I'm convinced you

knew her and I think you may even know
how she ended up dead in a tide pool on

the beach You can think what you like
But your opinion is offensive So let me

put you on notice.

I have some very powerful friends in
this city.

What was she to you, Chandler?

Did you meet her someplace and try and
hit on her? Did you have an affair with

her?

Did she learn something about you that
you didn't want to know?

I don't have to listen to another word
of this.

Get out of my office.

You knew her. I know you knew her.

Would you like me to call security and
have you forcibly removed? Yeah, you do

that. And I'll make so much heat you'll
see it on the five o 'clock mirrors.

Would that suit you?

I wasn't aware that our police force
pursued its hazy suspicions with such

aggression. It doesn't.

The department isn't even interested in
this case.

It's just another Jane Doe. No, this is
personal, Chandler. So I'll be seeing

you again.

And keep on seeing you. And digging.

Until I learn who the lady was.

What happened to her. And where you fit
into the picture. You can count on it.

I've had a very unpleasant visit with
that police officer who phoned me last

night.

Booker?

That's right.

And he has to be dealt with, and
quickly, before he can cause irreparable

damage.

Serious business, sir.

Killing a cop.

The threat he poses is infinitely more
serious.

Then we'll lie soon.

Hooker, what's going on?

I think it's over.

But you better get back to your room.

Why would anyone do this?

They were looking for me.

And for something else.

And you couldn't handle one of them.

You not only didn't take him out, you
didn't bring back that phone book.

Mr. Chandler, this guy Hooker turned out
to be one tough cop.

You're supposed to be a professional,
Riker.

We had a business arrangement.

You bring me dirty drug money, I launder
it. And you take care of all the

obstacles along the way.

Like Hooker.

I want that cop out of my life.

He will be after the day.

We'll blow him to hell and back.

Well, that takes care of another number
in her little black book.

We keep searching, Junior, until we find
all the answers.

None of these people seem to have seen
or heard of your Jane Doe. Well, maybe

they have.

What were you saying? Maybe none of
these people that we're talking to ever

her? Maybe they just talked to her on
the phone.

How do you figure that?

Well, think of the people we'd contact.

A health doctor that's really a high
-priced massage parlor, top -dollar call

girl. Sounds to me like she'd contact
them, only to make an appointment for

someone else.

Like you figured, a man.

A man.

A man like Grant Chandler. He's my pick
for the party.

So who do we talk to now?

I'm sorry.

I was waiting for the other shoe to
drop.

What shoe?

Well, they tossed my place looking for
the black book. They shoot at me.

And I'm still here and I still got the
black book.

So, I see what you mean.

Get a hold of Stacy and Corrigan on the
tag channel. See if they've had better

luck with their list than we've had with
ours.

Seems to be a loose connection on the
radio.

There's a pattern to that, Stanley.

What pattern?

One I've heard before.

For an electromagnetic detonator.

You mean there's a detonator in this
car?

And where there's a detonator, there's
usually a bomb.

Damn, that was close.

Because we're getting close.

We're making somebody very nervous.

We got here as soon as we could. What's
up? We got lucky.

The cleaners knew you're Jane Doe.

Recognized her the moment we showed them
her picture. Did they have a name?

Susan Fairchild.

Susan Fairchild.

Pretty name.

Suits her.

Looks like she lived alone.

The cleaner said the only things she's
ever left with him were her own.

What does that do to your theory that
she was carrying the little black book

take care of things for some man?

Doesn't change it. Look.

Delray cleaners. In pencil.

Almost all the others are in ink. And
the ones in ink have to do with some

business. And the few that are in pencil
are probably Susan's personal numbers.

Did the cleaners have an address on
Susan?

Yeah, about four blocks from here.

6750 Esplanade.

Thanks, guys, for your help.

What a tragedy. This is terrible.

Susan was so nice.

Goodness and sweetness just surrounded
her, you know?

Yes, sir, we know.

All right, thank you very much. We'll
lock up when we're done. Thank you.

The key from Susan's personal effects?
Yeah.

How does it fit?

I wonder whose door it does fit.

Eerie. Can almost feel her.

Look at this.

Eddie Beale.

County jail.

Gotta be a friend of Susan's if they're
corresponding.

Eddie Beale.

I'm Sergeant Hooker.

I read your rap sheet.

You're in for possession.

That's a phony rap.

What's it to you, anyway?

Try me.

I was set up.

That's it.

Yeah?

Who set you up?

A guy named Roy Downing.

Let's hear the story.

This guy named Downing, he hired me to
run some errands. And the first day out,

he gives me this package to deliver
downtown.

So I'm driving downtown and all of a
sudden these cops pull me over. Say

got this lead that I'm carrying cocaine.

That's what was in the package when you
were busted?

Yeah.

What about Downing? He claimed he never
saw me before.

Are you going to do anything about it?

I might.

But first I'd like to talk to you about
a friend of yours.

Susan Fairchild.

Sue?

Is Sue in trouble?

Man, if she is, that's going to tear it
the rest of the way with her folks.

Go on.

Well, maybe it doesn't matter.

Those blue -nosed Bible thumpers.

They wrote her off back when we left
Iowa together.

Said I lured her into the ways of sin.

But we were just friends.

We're just two kids from the same town
who couldn't take anymore and got out.

That's all.

How can I get in touch with Susan's
parents?

What for?

Something happened to Sue, didn't it?

Eddie, I'm sorry.

She's dead.

What?

Dead?

One, two, three, four!

One, two, three, four!

How'd they take the news, Hooker?

Eddie Beale was right about Susan's
parents.

They said as far as they were concerned,
Susan was already dead from the moment

she turned her back on their ways and
their beliefs and left town.

They're not even going to claim her body
for burial.

Then she'll end up in Potter's Field.

It's just not right.

It's not going to be that way if I have
anything to do with it.

How are you guys doing on your half of
the list?

Moving through it, but so far nothing
else has shaken out.

I'd like to help Eddie Beale.

You think he was telling the truth about
being set up?

I'm certain of it.

Run a make on Roy Downing. We'll find
time to visit him.

I've got to drive down to the beach, see
Alice.

Come to buy a painting, Sergeant?

I'll tell you, we identified the girl.

Your photograph did it.

Terrific. Does that mean you owe me one?

I owe you one.

You could buy me lunch.

There's a great little French restaurant
right down the street.

Hey, it's the least I could do.

When did you do that?

A month, two months ago.

A jacket.

I've seen one like it before.

You told me that you photograph these
scenes.

Before you paint them.

Do you happen to have that photo maybe
buried in one of those boxes of yours?

Yes, but it's not buried.

When I paint a picture from a photo,
that photo goes in a file.

I could put my hands right on it.

Would you, please?

Right now?

What about lunch?

What about dinner instead?

How about tonight?

Now, that's an offer I can't refuse.

Give me half a minute to get my things
together, and we'll go find that photo.

but you can't make out the faces.

Can you blow this up?

Dancing after dinner tonight?

That's blackmail, but I'm easy.

Good.

I can blow it up then.

Just who I thought it'd be.

Do you know him?

I know him. Do you know him?

Not exactly.

He owns a big house about a half mile
from here.

Don't know his name, though. He's hardly
ever on the beach.

I'll get a search warrant.

You can't miss the house. It's at the
end of the road on the cliffs

the beach.

Hey, I'll be ready at eight.

Woof, woof, woof.

Why took you so long?

I've been waiting for you.

Relax.

I wanted to waste you. I had the chance.
What stopped you?

I need you alive.

The gun.

Where do you fit in?

I work for a guy named Jack Riker.

He works for Chandler.

Riker gave me the job of getting rid of
Susan's body.

And you planted the black book and the
key on her body so it would lead back to

Chandler. Chandler pretended he was
going to make Susan his personal

so he put her up here in the cabana.

What he really wanted was to get next to
her.

He even told Riker to get her hometown
friend out of the way.

Eddie Beale.

You framed Eddie Beale on a possession
charge.

You're Roy Dunning.

You're pretty smart, Hooker.

But it doesn't matter.

After I say what I have to say, I'm
gone.

You must have cared for Susan a great
deal.

I did.

She was beautiful.

And kind.

And we used to talk.

I loved her eyes.

They were clean and sparkling, just like
her.

Why did Chandler kill her?

She found out he was laundering money
for a couple of drug rings.

I guess she was going to blow the
whistle on him.

Listen, darling.

Stay there.

It's going to be hard to make a case
against a man as powerful as Chandler

without your testimony.

It's your problem, not mine. I'm going
to make it your problem.

You walk.

Susan's killer walks.

Now, look.

You can pick up Chandler and Riker at
the Corona Yacht and Health Club.

They'll be there at four o 'clock.

That's all I want to have to do with it.
You went to a lot of trouble to get me

here.

So that a girl like... A girl like Susan
wouldn't have her life cut short.

Without the person responsible for it
paying the consequences.

Do you know what you're asking me to do,
Hooker?

What do you think Susan would want?

Do you think she'd want you to help?

I can tell you she would.

Roy, I need you.

How dangerous are these guys? I'm
telling you what Chandra will do when he

he's cornered. Does he carry a gun? I
don't know. What about Riker?

That I'd bet on. You two cover the
sides. We're going in.

All together!

He's going to testify in court.

Give it up.

Give it up.

4M30. Request helicopter at Admiralty
Way on 14th.

Make another pass.

He's only got one more round in that
gun.

Don't worry, he missed with the others,
didn't he?

You had an all chance.

And you wanted more.

And more.

And you didn't care what it took to get
it.

Too bad Susan's friend, Eddie Beale,
couldn't be here.

We tried our best to get him released in
time.

The county jail couldn't get the papers
processed soon enough.

Maybe it's all for the best.

Eddie can remember her the way you knew
her.

The sweetness, the beauty, you
remembered.

At least we're here.

Right.

Booker, we may not be your family, but
at least somebody cares. Somebody tells

me that matters.

I'd like to think you're right.

Shouldn't somebody say something?

Okay.

Susan, I never knew you.

My loss.

Perhaps you were too innocent, too
beautiful to survive.

I don't know.

That's wrong.

It's all wrong.

I want you to know, you won't be
forgotten.

Taking care of Susan like this, Hooker,
seeing that she's put to rest properly,

it's really very thoughtful, very kind.

I thought it was decent.

But she deserved it.