All language subtitles for t.j_hooker_s04e20_serial_murders

Thank you.

Thank you.

This is 4 King 12.

Show me code 6 at Sycamore and
Havenhurst.

Roger, 4 King 12.

4 King 12, your informant on the Bank
211 reports that suspects may be en

to the first investment bank on Mason. 4
King 12, rolling.

You meet 4 King 12 on tact.

4 Adam 30, go ahead.

Hey, guys, I'm over by the First
Investment Bank on Mason Street. I could

some backup.

Always glad to help, Lee. What do you
have?

Three robbery suspects.

Two of them are stuffed in the
employee's powder room. Hurry up, will

case somebody else might need to use the
room?

30, roger.

4 Adam 16, show us rolling code 2,
backing up 4 Adam 30 on the 211 silent.

Well, I have to go, Patsy. I promised to
check with Mrs. Hendricks on number

seven about some errands. She wants me
to run on the weekend.

I had a great time this afternoon.

Me too.

Okay, I'll see you. See you tomorrow.
Okay. Bye -bye.

Hello, who's there?

The Lord knows us, young sister.

The sweet Lord knows us all and puts
burdens upon us all. Bless you, sister.

the Lord see fit to remove the burden
he's put on your side. Amen to that.

Well, thank you.

Sandrix, it's me, Dave.

Hello?

Oh,

my

God.

Looks like you're going to have company,
Slick.

Wouldn't want a teammate taking a
burglary rap alone.

Anybody see Sergeant Stockwell? Last
time I saw her, she had suspect number

three spread -eagled against a wall
reading his rights.

Look again. This guy's begging to tell
us everything he's pinched in the last

month. Right, Barry?

Hey, we'll have him gift -wrapped and
waiting for you at the station, Lee.

Thanks for backing me up, guys.

It was a good bus, Lee.

I'm hooker -trained. Make them stick,
right? Right.

Great lady.

And a dynamo, too.

You know, every time I look at the
promotion sheet, she's up another grade.

What's the secret? She studies art, and
she's a damn good cop.

You know, Lee Stockwell graduated from
the academy only two years ago. Look at

her.

Already a sergeant detective burglar.

Next thing you know, we'll be calling
her chief.

I'm thinking if I ever saw one.

Four out of 30 in pursuit.

Speed only. Late model.

Two -tone brown Chevy Impala.

License plate Adam Tom Victor, 912.

West on Adam towards Northgate.

Oh, Lord, Tom.

Four out of 30. Be advised that a
vehicle matching the description of the

you are pursuing was just seen leaving
the Oak View apartment and may possibly

be involved in a 187.

Go ahead, 30 Rogers.

Come on, hit it.

30, pursuit terminated. Suspects
eastbound on Proctor. We are unable to

Show us out to the Oakview apartment.

Okay, stay back, people. Come on, keep
it back.

Stay back.

Stay back.

Then you didn't see anyone near the
apartment?

No. Just before I knocked on the door, I
saw two guys go that way, but I didn't

pay any particular attention to them
until they moved out.

From the sound of their voices, I'd say
one of them was tall as me.

The other was taller than Dave.

Seemed nice enough.

This is Patsy Evans. She's the only
witness who had contact with our

Patsy? I heard you say they seemed nice.
Right. Seemed nice.

But maybe more like religious. Said God
knows all of us and he blessed me.

Anybody doing any door knocking? I just
got here. I took one look inside the

apartment. I called homicide.

I'll get it started.

Well, thank you very much. Thank you.

Thanks.

I thought you were working robbery.

Well, I picked up the assault call. I
figured it couldn't hurt to have an

pair of hands on the scene. Some people
might call that jumping the call.

Don't leave without making the package
look good for the promotion board.

That too.

Her name was Barbara Hendricks. She
worked as a full -time waitress and a

-time call girl from the local gossip.

Yes, you didn't give up easy.

Amazing grace.

What?

That's what the blind girl said. They
were humming.

Says dear, that sinner we took care of
in that apartment was supposed to meet a

Mr. Daniels in this motel around
midnight.

Maybe we should pay our respects.

The Xanadu Motel Room 101.

It's like our Mr.

Daniels in 101 is checking out.

Maybe he got tired of waiting on that
sinner we took care of yesterday.

Well, bless you on this beautiful night,
brother.

I'm not into talking religion tonight,
boys.

Believe me.

Well, you know, we hear that from a lot
of people these days.

Seems folks have forsaken the spirit.

Ain't that right?

We believe you're a sinner, brother.

Just like that tramp from the apartment
you were supposed to meet tonight.

I'm asked to remind you that those
policemen... Uh, police persons.

Good morning, Sergeant Stockwell. I
stand corrected, those police persons.

Those police persons playing in the
annual charity full -contact football

will be issued jerseys, pads, and
athletic supporters.

But we need to know your size.

Okay. Remember, you're out there for the
public's benefit, but sometimes they

forget. So be courteous and be careful.

Lee,

we have

that party for Holly to talk about. Oh,
gosh, Stace, can I call you after watch?

I got a gift to a deposition at 9. I got
to go. Oh, here's your cookbook. I

copied out the pasta recipes. Wendy,
it's late.

We heard you were up all night on that
homicide.

Rumors. Nothing but rumors.

That's what makes a police department.

You bet.

Make sure that brown Chevy is on a state
-wide teletype, Ron.

I'm on it.

You know, I spent most of last night
thinking about what you said about the

victim's shoulders.

I think of other things to do all night.

I know.

I remember that about you.

Ancient history.

Yeah, well, the teletype I dug out from
Vegas PD is a little more recent, like

last week.

They had a female victim who looked over
the same way.

Dyslocated shoulders, bruises at the
base of the skull, two suspects, one

one short. And into whistling an old
hymn, Amazing Grace.

Looks like we're dealing with a couple
of real crazies here, don't you think?

And without a clue as to how to find
them.

4 Adam 30, meet 16 on tap 2.

30, go 16.

Hooker, a couple sheriff's deputies just
turned up round and pal at Rancho Rio

County Park.

Any sign of the suspects?

No, but they left a calling card in the
trunk.

Oh, Lordy.

Not only did we get $300 from that man,
but a good -looking,

home sweet home.

And where might that be?

Driver's license says San Diego,
brother.

Any ID in the car?

At the moment, he and the suspects are
all John Doe.

Heard the call.

Bruises at the base of the skull, on the
shoulders.

Same as the Hendrickson.

You think both homicides are connected?

You want to lay odds that they aren't?

Are you okay, Lee?

Yeah.

Night work's just catching up with me.

I think I'll just go supply some cold
water on my face.

They found this under the front seat.

Is that a new motel? Room 101.

They're sending it in for latent.

I think it'll be faster to see who's
been staying in room 101.

Stay so I can figure it out. Give me a
minute.

Yes, I'm fine.

good morning ma 'am yes is this the
daniels residence what do you want i'll

you're lindsay bill's wife that's right
and who are you

where's bill

what's this car doing here bless

you ma 'am we're just two poor souls
here to help you find god god

Lee using cocaine?

Maybe you're mistaken.

I hope I am.

So what are you going to do?

Cocaine is illegal. I don't know.

I'm going to have to think about it. I
want to be sure about Lee before doing

anything.

I checked the teletypes coming out of
Arizona, Utah, and Nevada the last two

weeks. There were two victims.

The bruise is similar to ours and the
one in Las Vegas. Then they could have

worked their way into our area.

The question is, what's triggering their
moves?

Romano, take a hard look at the victims.

See if you can find any connection
between them. Friends or relatives?

Anything.

Seat, correspondence, the smallest item
that might lead the killer from one

victim to the next. It's a classic
serial murder. No real motive, just

progressive killing that doesn't stop.
Unless we can find the trigger and then

clamp down on it before they can squeeze
it again. I'll get to work on it.

You find anything at the motel? Well, we
got the victim identified. Registered

as William Daniels, home address is San
Diego. Any idea what he's doing in our

city? A salesman of some kind.

We also got a partial ID of two guys the
maids saw.

Both Caucasian, one is short, the other
very tall, late 30s and well -dressed.

You better get it on the teletype.

Ask the San Diego PD to check the
address and make the death notification.

You want?

No, uh -uh. I was just thinking, uh...

Tall and short.

Mutt and Jeff.

Like the comic strip characters.
Remember? None of these guys aren't

We're talking serial murder.

We better go to the teletanks, FBI,
Bulletin's Quantico, and a major city

survey.

Speak and ye shall find, brother.

Manna from heaven, huh? I thank Sister
Lindsay for her jewelry, but I don't

think she heard me.

I don't expect she'll mind us, heaven.

Seems Sister Lindsay was a hard -working
woman.

Had a business according to her picture
book.

What other goodies?

Oh, Lord and me. What have we here?

Two bank books.

One made out to Sister Lindsay.

The other to a Kimberly Johnson.

What's wrong?

Well, there was $30 ,000 in this one.

$20 ,000 in the other.

Closed the business down.

Three months ago.

What'd that tell you, brother?

Well, Sister Lindsay and her friend
Kimberly Johnson was blessed with a lot

glorious money, but there ain't nothing
here. We've been all through this house.

Banks in the city we just left.

Maybe Kimberly Johnson is, too.

That might be the Kimberly we should be
looking for.

Over 40 murders that might be connected
to these characters.

Good God.

From the looks of this, they left a
string of bodies all over the country

the past two years.

They're like Quicksilver and
psychopaths, too.

That was San Diego.

They checked the Daniels' house and they
found Mrs.

Daniels murdered.

The house was ransacked, but a neighbor
got a quick look at the two guys coming

out. Mutton Jeff description?

That's it.

Listen, this Sergeant Foster I talked to
says he knows you. He thinks we ought

to come down.

I'll get it cleared.

We? Now, hold on here, hotshot. You were
up half the night.

You had a lot of cases this morning, and
then you went through all that

research. Oh, your partner's halfway
into his. He can't take him off.

He's right, Hooker. Yeah, but she's also
tired.

A couple of cups of coffee, a little
caffeine. I'll be running on all eight.

Come on, what do you say?

All right.

Pack up.

Meet you in the car in a half an hour.

You gonna let him go to San Diego
without talking to Hooker?

She's my friend.

Hey, friends don't stand by while a
person they love destroys their life.

Maybe it puts another friend's life in
danger. I don't have any proof.

This is not a courtroom, Stacey.

Hey, you gotta tell Hooker.

You don't understand.

Lee was more than just a friend to
Hooker after his divorce.

She helped him get over the rough part.

Maybe now it's time for him to return
the favor.

Don't sell Hooker's throat, Stacey.

A Christmas card's birthday.

Symbol between us.

Friends?

Well, that's a little better than that.

We have the kids, of course.

Yeah, sometimes I think Lenny and I
might still be together.

I didn't mean to dig up any of the
things we helped each other bury so long

No, I know you didn't.

Anyway, we've got places to go and
things to do.

Yes, we do. And I think lunch may be in
order. What do you say? Oh, I'm not

hungry. I say we stay on the road and
get this thing done.

Lee!

Turn some jewelry?

A ring, LD, inscribed inside, pawned by
Mutt and Jeff.

How long ago?

About 30 minutes ago.

Then they could still be close.

Did the jewel remember anything they
said?

Pawned the ring, said God bless you a
few times, and left.

has truly given you a gift.

Thank you, brother.

Hallelujah.

Glory, hallelujah, brother.

Thank you also.

And now, my dear friends, let us sing
one of my very favorites.

You think they're here for us?

Go make them know.

Hey, Phil!

My partner, Phil!

Leave him, brother, leave him.

Come on, there may be more of them.
Let's get out of here.

Come on, let's go!

What the hell happened to you?

So the only possible

connection we have to those killers is
that bank book. Yeah, we checked it out.

The account was closed, but we got an
altered address on Kimberly Johnson. She

lived at the Lakeside Apartments when
she and Lindsay Daniels was due their

funds from the bank. Where did they put
it?

Well... That's what we've got to find
out before those two crazies do it,

it, Hooker? What are you doing here? I
told you to take a couple of days off

get some rest. I'm fine. The doctor put
me through my paces and he said I worked

up a good case of sugar imbalance.

So he ordered me to eat right.

And I'm going to follow his orders to
the limit. No more screw -ups.

Yeah, well, I'm going to help him make
sure of that.

So now I have two doctors.

Look, we've got a role. We've got a
potential victim to track down.

There's no stopping her.

Sugar imbalance.

Maybe I was.

Maybe. Three weeks ago, Kimberly moved
away.

I suppose they haven't had time to
change her number on the phone book. Of

course. Did she leave a forwarding
address?

Let me see.

Was she the one who moved to Sacramento
with her brother?

No, that was Miss Jackson in Bungalow J.

Kimberly Johnson was the one with the
good -looking salesman.

Salesman? Mm -hmm.

Come out of town?

San Diego, maybe?

San Diego!

That sounds possible.

Oh, I love San Diego, don't you?

I go to the zoo and then I go... Excuse
me.

Could you just try to think? Kimberly
Johnson, do you know where she's located

now? Let me see.

Midtown.

Someplace. Somebody seems to have told
me she has her own shop.

She went into business for herself.

She used to have a partner, but they
split up.

Panky Panky was the husband, I think.

Do you happen to remember who the
partner was? Sure.

Pretty lady.

Lindsay Daniels.

It's her that was married to the
salesman. Kimberly Johnson's new

know where it is?

Oh, and I know that. I don't even know
what she sells.

Okay, thanks very much.

Hey, I just woke somebody up at city
clerk's office.

They said it's going to take about half
the night to track down all the business

licenses connected with the K or
Kimberly Johnson.

Good girl.

I'm going to go home and get some rest.

And talk to Stacy in the morning.

Why? Is something wrong?

No. I just sense that she's worried
about you.

What did she say? You know, she has got
no right to... No right to what?

Boy, listen to me.

I have really gone off the deep end.

The doctor said this would happen if I
didn't eat.

Maybe you better add sleep to that list
of requirements.

candle both ends go home and get some
sleep that's an order well you can

be in over when you want to be i'll see
you tomorrow

hooker

i know it's bothering me it's the same
thing that's been bothering me for two

days i just wasn't sure i didn't know
how to tell you

there in front of me all the time.

But I never saw it.

How long have you been a user? How long?

Come on, Hooker, look at me.

Is that what you see? No.

Same eyes, same hair, same girl.

But not the same cop I thought I knew.

Well, maybe that was a problem. Maybe.

Because there just is never enough time,
enough energy. You know, you wake up

one morning after a couple hours of
sleep, coming off a case, and you've got

others pending, court depositions,
follow -ups that lead you around in

stakeouts that make your eyes want to
fall out of your head. What the hell are

you giving me, excuses? I don't need
excuses.

What I need is to know what you're going
to do if you have to score some stuff

and you don't have the money.

And your connection swears it'll spot
you some snow.

If you cover one of his felonies, what
are you going to do then, Lee?

What kind of excuse are you going to
give them?

Look, this is a weekend need. I can take
it or leave it. More excuses.

You sound like the alcoholics in the
tank.

Or the junkies we all pull out of the
gutter. Oh, come on. You're blowing this

out of proportion. I am not an addict.
Convince the department.

There are a lot of ways a cop can step
over the line, but by God, they don't do

dope.

Or they don't carry a badge.

Hooker, come on. We're friends. We can
work this out. Come on. We can.

sustenance for the body, brother. We
have been pounding our heads against

door, brother. Amen to that. I am sick
unto death of looking for Sister

Johnson and her money.

We've been trying to find this lady
under her name, right?

Well, how else do you figure to find
her?

Under that business she and Sister
Daniels used to run, maybe.

What'd I tell you?

The boutique in that picture?

It's right there in that book.

Maybe I should place a phone call,
brother.

There was no answer on the home phone,
brother.

But Sister Kimberly left a message on
the answering service at her new

It's Kim's Boutique, 218 Winston.

And she'll be pleased to welcome us
after 10 in the morning. We best move on

until that time.

Why?

We made the headlines again.

The police have a partial description of
a tall man, a

short one.

Always together.

Two guys always together.

That was San Diego PD. They turned
Daniel's car.

Any luck on the lateness? A thumbprint
matching the one on Linda Daniel's bank

book and not matching Daniel's or his
wife.

That leaves us still looking for the two
crazies that it might belong to. Any

luck with the captain?

My arguments and your research
connecting the Arizona and Utah victims

it. He put in a request to form a multi
-jurisdiction serial killer task force

right now.

Lee Stoppo's been on this case since it
broke. Why don't you recommend he give

it to her? That's not a good idea to me.

Why not? She's been busting her tail on
this serial murderer. Forget it.

The city clerk called on the businesses
owned by the Kay Johnson's of the city.

We have six possibles.

All right, you take three on the east
side. We'll cover the rest.

What? We're not going to hand it over to
the task force? Task force is still

gearing up.

Task forces take time.

And I don't think Mutt and Jeff are
going to give it to us.

Saw you come out of the captain's
office.

Boy, you just couldn't wait to tell him,
could you?

That stuff really helps you think
straight, doesn't it? Look, regardless

whatever condition you imagine I'm in,
I'm not a fool.

Then you're one step away from it.

And I haven't got time to discuss the
fine lines.

So there goes my job?

Stop worrying about your job and start
thinking about your life. I can still

handle both.

Then start by doing what you know you
have to do.

Turn yourself in.

Because if you haven't by the time I get
back, I will.

Well, good luck with the coming
attraction.

Bye -bye.

Bless you, ma 'am.

Emily Johnson?

Yeah. Can I help you?

Well, praise God you can't.

I'm looking to put my hands on all your
money.

Are you going to tell me what's doing
it?

Doing what?

Rubbing you the wrong way every time Lee
Stockwell's name is mentioned.

Did you two have a fight or something?

If you had a problem, would you like me
to advertise it?

No. Well, she's got a problem.

And that's what's chewing at me.

I may have to tell the whole world.

4 Adam 30, meet Sergeant Stockwell on
tap 2.

I'll check it.

Yes, Lee, what is it?

I want to let you know that I can still
handle myself on this case.

You know what I have to say about that?

Then don't say anything.

Just listen up.

Homicide found a little black book
belonging to our second murder victim,

Daniels.

Where'd they find it, San Diego?

No, here, on the small one's body.

It seems the fountain of brotherly love
ran dry and one of them killed the

other. Anyway, the little black book has
Kimberly Johnson's home and business

phone numbers.

Lee, give me the numbers. I'll have
control run them for addresses.

It's not... Hooker.

Lee, hold it.

I don't think we need her business
address. This is it.

The inside is torn apart. No sign of the
lady.

Lee, give me Kimberly Johnson's home
address.

Uh, 3221 Packard. What's going on?

The survivor has found his next victim.
We're rolling.

I'll meet you there.

Lee, get back to the station and take
care of the important business.

Dammit, Hooker, there's nothing wrong
with me.

Then prove it.

Before I get back...

Like I had my nose in a bag all day?

I can back you up. I think you used to
be one hell of a cop, and I was happy I

had something to do with it.

I'm not happy about it anymore.

Stay out of my way.

No! You're lying!

It's like you're lying about putting
your head in the money, and that's no

confidence!

It's a lie!

Treat me like one.

All right.

Don't hurt her.

Thanks for trusting me, Hooker.

Good day's work?

Took care of everything but the most
important. You. Oh, not that note again.

Look, I made some mistakes. I'll never
make them again.

Ever.

Don't, Lee. Please.

You were there today.

When it got to the bottom line, I
functioned. Smart, fast, like clockwork.

was no junkie out there.

Lee.

Because you're my friend. Because I love
you. I let myself be fooled.

The symptoms were there, but I couldn't
see them.

Because I guess I wanted to fool myself.

I can't do that anymore.

I can't let you do that.

I just can't get through to you, can I?

All right, I'll do it.

By tomorrow morning, that's all the time
I'm going to give you.

You're wrong, Hooker.

I guess I'm just going to have to prove
that to you.

I'm telling you right now, I can't go
the rest of my life without ever

another gram.

Is she going to be all right?

Well, it's going to be a battle.

She's got friends.

This is William Shatner.

No one is immune to the tragedy of
cocaine addiction. With it you lose

of your life and your future. The only
way to prevent it is never to start.