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Tonight on Hunter.

Randall, I'm going.

I missed you at the reunion, Alan. How
you been?

Randall Fane killed himself.

What? Here's to Randall.

Sweet God.

Randall's been in the neighborhood
without a pen for 20 years.

It's strange that something that
happened over 20 years ago could affect

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

blood under the rug?

Be careful then, Chinatown.

It doesn't mean anything.

Spying on your friends doesn't mean
anything?

I'm bored!

Abort!

The trick is not to look down.

Told you.

What did he do to his car? Drove it into
a pipe bomb.

You know, I've seen third world
governments toppled with less mayhem. He

even call for backup.

He's got the emotions of a giant redwood
and the common sense of a June bug.

He's not overstating it, don't you
think? Not by much. I'm telling you,

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 wait till I have some time

Captain, I think you ought to give him
the time off. I mean, he's, you know, he

deserves it. I'll take his caseload.

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 time?

Do me a favor and check this in for me.
It's my pleasure.

It's funny today.

I want to officially welcome all you
guys to the 20th reunion of the 1st

Battalion. I'm Private Randall Frank.

I believe it's been 20 years since I was
sitting in a sinkhole with you guys

eating out of my helmet.

Hey, I watched you at dinner. Your
manners haven't improved.

Well, count on Corporal Stagg for a bad
joke.

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

Somebody have the mineral water?

Okay.

Maybe you know.

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 a
private thing.

Number one, never flew to non -com.

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

You're a Marine.

And I wish there was more of you.

Let's not forget Bateman, Sammy John,

Otter,

Al Donovan.

He's okay. He's still taking his
prescription, if you know what I mean,

fine, though.

Okay, okay.

I just want to say...

I am not the entertainment today.

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 a minute.

I got a little good news.

Because I love all you guys, I
personally purchased all of Theo White's

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

If it gets out that the right -wing
fringe is buying my records, it could

destroy my image.

No, wait a minute. I got one more piece
of news.

I guess Captain Danilo has been
temporarily moved back to St. Louis

Hospital.

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

All right.

Now, you want to get a picture of
everybody for the cap, so come on up

Come on. Run. Move it.

Yeah, Randall looks better in that suit.

Yeah, nice chubby because you're
married.

Whose car is that?

Who are you?

Just helping, that's all.

I'm sorry.

Randall, I'm going.

I'm no use to you anyway.

Registered express mail from the Marine
Corps.

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.

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?

Uh, Randall Fane killed himself.

What?

When? They, uh, think it was last
Sunday.

My God, I just saw him Saturday.

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

How do you 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

a 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.

You handling things for him, Alan?

No, no.

He'd already paid a funeral home. It was
pre -need, written down.

I didn't see you at the viewing last
night, so I figured that I'd better come

and let you know.

I'm sorry.

I didn't call you. I, uh...

I don't use the phone that much.

I think I gotta go.

I love you, Alan.

You were his best friend. I appreciate
you coming by.

Alright, let's move it! Move it!

We don't have all day!

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, I was at
their wedding about a year ago.

Yeah, about a year.

A 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.

He is a long time.

I think he finally saw right through
her.

What the hell are you talking about,
Alan? Saw right through? You think

killed himself because of Rose?

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?

Okay, I guess.

Got my car back.

I know how difficult it is for you.

I mean, I know that you and Randall were
real 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 Dinello.

We were to work in Cambodia, Laos.

Handled the road there.

Myself, Randall, the captain, Alan
Rawlings,

Stephen Stagg, Theo White,

and all the others that died there.

We're dropped 100 miles up.

Our mission was to find a tribal prince
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
Freedom Hill fighter,

the

prince went crazy. He wanted Randall's
head.

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.

We're wiped out.

The raid obviously intended for the D
.C.

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

You think he told Rose about this?

I guess so.

I don't know.

He's so crazy.

He's obsessed with finding out why the
Air Force myths are targeted by over 300

miles. I mean, can you believe it? Rose
never sent flowers.

What can I do?

This is a photograph.

It's a wedding picture. I want you to
show it to everybody you know.

I want you to help me find it.

I'm going to go buy Randall's house.

What are you thinking?

I know Randall well enough to know one
thing.

If he was going to go out, it wouldn't
be in some bathtub.

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

brains out.

I know him for a fact.

Her name is Rose Vane, Sporty. Come on,
just ask around.

How am I supposed to find one china doll
in this great big toy store? It's three

o 'clock. How late does Carl Weathers
eat lunch?

Mira, chica, hang in there, mama, okay?
Look, I'm taking care of business right

now. Look, feed the birds.

You don't even know Carl Weathers.

Never. Believe anything they promise you
in a disco.

You told her that you know Carl
Weathers?

Carlos Weathers, my chiropractor. Now,
Miss McCall, I have got to attend to

business here.

Forty, if I didn't think it was
important, I wouldn't ask you.

I'll take care of it immediately.

Santana, what the hell are you doing? I
just had this thing detailed.

Santana.

Come on, get in the car.

Come on and get in the car, will you?

Angus.

What are you doing in there? Come on
out.

Come here.

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 3346 Woodley.

Come on, Sergeant.

You're going to want to do a 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.

Yeah, all right, considering you got
blindsided by five pounds of flour.

So you did it? No, I didn't. How'd you
guys do it?

I got a 911 call from this address.

I 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 okay.

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 have let him in.

Boy, you'd think if it had been Roche,
he would have cleaned out the

refrigerator.

What's Madman?

Madman 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 there weren't any
papers kept on Nightshade.

I did.

Before I got knocked out, I...

I was looking at some declassified
information Randall had on Nightshade as

as on Operation Madman.

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 its request in
quintuplicate for three years, they

a connection down at Facilities and
Operations.

No kidding. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Listen, I want to talk about your
partner.

I'm a little worried.

Now, he asked for some R &R, and now
he's back again. What's up?

Well, hey, Hunter's never been an open
book, you know. He and Fane were pretty

close, weren't they?

Yeah, they were.

They 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 911 call, and I had
SID do a voice print. It's not Hunter.

guess is...

Some burglar read the funeral notice and
he's trying to pick up a freebie.

Well, how many burglars call 911 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. Van
Nuys -Dix 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 Rowling if you need anything.

Okay.

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.

Okay.

Something else.

Randall's truck radio was tuned to a
station in San Luis Obispo.

You know who was in a hospital in San
Luis Obispo?

Who? Marco Dinello.

Captain Marco Dinello, 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.

The old man wants a sec.

I 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 fazcat by the name of Richard

My sources tell me that Wing never has a
pie -gall game unless the chi, that's

the cosmic bad breath, is blowing the
other way.

They have big games here, Sporty? Might
not look heavy, your honor, but a wing

-buyer's peace of mind with some major
firepower.

I would use a SWAT team.

Now, why would I want to do that if they
got you?

Afternoon, Mama. Lay five on me.

Lotto. You know, the lottery.

I am overdue.

Uh -oh.

You're gonna cheat me out of my 20 bones
now, Mama. This is a... You're crazy!

182 or a 330 PC.

Conspiracy to gamble.

I want Richard Wing.

I'm Richard Wing.

I can shut this place down in five
minutes, 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.

you want this game to continue, you'll
give me Rose Fane.

Sure. If she can walk.

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 a scum wing?

That one 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? 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 sole survivor. You've
got to talk to me, Rose. What the hell

happened to him?

Randall was an unhappy man.

You didn't see him after the dream
started.

The napalm, the men dying, the emeralds,
and the madman 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 absolution, and I couldn't
give it to him.

Rose? Where are you going?

Leave me alone, Rick.

Rose.

You heard 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 would 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 are all these other weasels doing
in the woodpile?

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, sir.

Imagine Randall in the bathtub, already
drifting off in the morning.

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.

I don't know. You're losing me here. I
know.

Come on over here. Can you bend down
here for a minute?

Yeah.

Now, if you're staging this to look like
a suicide, why would you put blood

under the rug?

Man, what do you mean, staging it?

Read that, Steve.

Confidential Marine Commandant, dear
sir, request confirmation Corporal

Stagg used code name Madman 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 S .O .P., spies for spies.

I wrote up who got drunk, who talked in
their sleep. It was my job.

Danilo asked me to do it.

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

He filed to 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 a madman. One of

emeralds didn't show up. You knew I was
on the case. That's why he came back for

the reports.

Too late, because I'd already read them.

That's when you whacked me on the head.

You couldn't prove any of this. You left
your prints all over the place, even on

the floor tonight.

Look at him.

You killed Randall, man, and I'm going
to prove it.

This is ridiculous, Hunter.

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

Your cronies could lie for you.

Forget Randall.

He was sick.

Major Boss, I'm Sergeant McCall.
Homicide?

I know.

You've been pressing my aid for a
meeting. He's got orders. I don't take

meetings. That's a load of crap.

I've seen ten people go into your office
before they kick 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

recon battalion nightshade detail with
an Air Force operation called Madman.

Ring a bell?

Miss McCall, the Freedom of Information
Act of 1972 is a 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 ante
room. Yeah.

Wish my dentist got light armor and
action. That's a much better read than

-old people.

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 Dinello.

How have you been? It's been a long
time.

Sergeant Hunter, how are you?

Last time I saw you was at the VA in L
.A.

before they moved me back to Bethesda.
Yes, sir.

I don't know how to tell you this,
Captain.

Private Vane killed himself.

He made it.

Yes, sir.

I'm a police officer in Los Angeles now.
I'm working on a 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.

Didn't Randall come to visit you
recently about a secret Marine Corps

on Corporal Stagg?

Yes. He wanted me to confirm its
findings.

Stagg was mine.

He was no traitor.

He was strictly security.

I found a document in Randall's house
that says Stagg was helping you out

financially.

So?

felt as though stay was buying your
silence.

Fade thought a lot of things.

He was talking about a million stolen
emeralds.

I told Fade he was full of it.

Oh, Sergeant Hunter. You had a call from
Sergeant McCall about a Theodos wife.

Thanks very much.

Just half, thanks.

Mm -hmm.

There you go.

Then I'll just leave the pot right here.
Thank you.

You know, honey doesn't come out of this
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.

But it was Randall.

You know?

He really wanted to.

I'll go finish with the washing, honey.
Thanks, Miss Rowling.

I had to go out to the garage to get it.
Uh -huh.

Oh, yeah.

Right here.

There's Randall. Right here? Yeah, about
90 pounds.

Alan, when you two would talk, would you
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, you know, Rose and stuff.

Ever mention Steve?

You mean the papers?

By the papers, you mean Randall's
information that Steve was Madman? Yeah.

I'll try to get here before it sets him
off, but just give me your finger. Your

finger. Now give me the cigarette.

I saw it. I saw you flip your badge.

Have a seat, D .O.

Oh, this, uh, personal or professional?

Actually, a little bit of both, D .O. I
understand you've been visiting Captain

Danilo on a regular basis.

Every now and then.

Boy, SOB's been stuck in bed up there 20
years.

Almost blind.

Nobody seems to give a flyin'. I
understand you filed for a freedom of

information report on the madman file
that Randall had.

What's going on?

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 Stagg's work
as an agent.

Evaluates his report on the bombing.

An accident, Rick.

No blame.

Yeah, I know. Randall went up to Dr.
Dinello about the authenticity of this.

Randall didn't have the real thing.

Mine's a government issue.

Here's what you saw.

How the hell did Randall get the fake
report?

Compare them line to line.

Whoever doctored Randall had some pretty
tough things to say about him.

Cowardice in the face of the enemy.

It goes on.

If I was faint and already feeling
guilty, this would push me over the

You made that 911 call for me, didn't
you?

Yeah. Had you seen you hit me?

If I tell you, Rick, you've got to
promise to help me.

What do you mean, help you?