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(mellow saxophone music)

(dog whimpering)

(moaning)

- Stay cool, let's check this out.

(heightened moaning)

(dog whimpering)

Good dog, brave dog.

(heightened moaning)

(gasps)

- Hooperman!

It's Mrs. Peralta.

The tenants are not happy.

I've had four calls already, three about the moaning

and one about the saxophone.

- Two weeks and she's already a problem.

I told you we should have rented it to the mud wrestler.

Mrs. Peralta?

(moaning)

- Does that sound like a man or a woman?

- Whoever it is, they're either having the worst night

of their life or the best.

- That is disgusting.

Mrs. Peralta has to be in her 70s.

- That's the difference between you and me.

You see it as disgusting, I see it as hopeful.

(heightened moaning)

- That's a bad sound.

(door knocking) Mrs. Peralta?

Come on.

(door unlocking)

(moaning)

- Mrs. Peralta!

- Great.

You just ruined our evening with Nostradamus.

(upbeat music with saxophone)

- Okay, What you got?

I'm shipping this one John Doe.

There's nothing on him, no ID, wallet, not even a ring.

- They're always the same color, bluer than a tuna.

- This guy's got some real beauties in the bag.

Probably knife wounds, a cloak in the lungs,

another one here, the kidneys.

Did some righteous damage, goes in all--

- Thanks.

I'd rather read about it.

(police radio)

I hate John Does.

You know, I always end up filling in the blanks in my head.

Like this guy, maybe he was meeting his girlfriend.

He doesn't have a great job but he saved his money,

was gonna buy her a ring.

Nothing fancy, a little diamond chip.

Gonna taker her out to dinner, propose.

And then some slime-bag knifes him and throws him

in the bay.

Maybe he was looking--

- Hooperman, you're making me crazy.

- I know, I know.

I make myself crazy.

That's why I hate John Does.

- Let's get some breakfast.

- You are amazing.

How can you have breakfast after that?

- 'Cause it's too early for lunch.

- Look Mrs. Peralta, I'm sorry I disturbed your seance.

No, I know I don't have to apologize.

I'm not calling to apologize.

I'm not upset, I just think we should discuss

what's going on in your apartment.

I know but-- - We got nothing.

Nothing but a wet stiff, McNeil over here.

- Mrs. Peralta, can I get back to you?

Thanks.

What do you mean nothing?

- Our John Doe's fingerprints don't come up in the computer.

Not even the FBl's.

And nobody fitting his description shows up on

any missing persons list either in or out of state.

This clown doesn't exist.

- That's crazy.

What about his clothes?

- All he had on was underwear and one shoe.

They could have been purchased locally.

This one's heading for the unsolved bin.

I can smell it.

- I'm going down to forensics, get them

to run this through again.

- They checked and re-checked and got zippo.

There is no other way into this case.

- Well, we'd better find one,

call me crazy, but it bugs me if someone gets away

with murder.

- Hooperman, you got a call.

- Thanks, tell them I'll get back to them later.

- It's some lawyer.

Says she represents the nephew of your former landlady.

- The blonde is history, huh?

So why am I holding a receipt for 300 dollars

worth of lingerie charged to our Saks account

signed by you?

Your arrogance and your lack of respect for me

is mind-boggling, Lou.

LOU'?

- Captain Stern, it's Hooperman.

- Bushkin!

- Bushkin, where's that lawyer?

- Thanks for coming in.

These things are so much better in person than they are

on the phone.

Do you have any matches?

- You said on the phone there was some problem with

Estelle's will.

What's the problem?

- You're the problem.

He's the problem, tell him. - Easy, easy.

I'm handling it.

My client, Mr. V\finfield is concerned that

his aunt's will may have been drawn up under

questionable circumstances.

Mr. Winfield believes, and I agree with him that

considering your relationship with his aunt,

a lonely old woman, emotionally vulnerable,

there's grounds here to suspect undue influence

on your part.

- What the hell does that mean?

- Let's keep the profanity in the precinct

where it belongs, Mr. Hooperman.

This may not be a classy office but I am a classy girl.

- So basically, you're contesting the will?

- Yeah.

- [Harry] I didn't even know Estelle had a nephew.

Anyway, the guy's ready to take me to court over this place.

- You sound almost happy about it.

- Well, you gotta admit it's tempting.

I mean, it would be a chance to get out of this

black hole of cash flow.

- So you're just going to lay down

and turn the place over to this jerk?

This jerk who practically, no actually called you

a Qigolo.

- He never called me that.

His lawyer did.

Look, I like being a cop, I don't like being a landlord.

I hate it.

I don't have a clue about being a landlord.

- You don't have a clue because you don't want a clue.

- How's Johnny Big doing?

- At the moment he's in bed.

- Alone?

- I haven't decided yet.

But I think I will make him suffer.

He needs to suffer.

(door knocks)

- Should I? - Please.

- Hooperman, we just tried your number eight.

My client would like to take a look at the property.

Do you have a problem with that?

- Now?

Can he do that legally?

- You want legal advice?

Make an appointment.

Here.

- I say we go top to bottom.

- Okay-

Do you have an ashtray?

- No.

- No.

(sighs)

- This carpefs definitely got to go.

- Right.

- The banister needs re-finishing.

- You had better get yourself a lawyer.

- Oh, sure right yeah.

At 200 dollars an hour for however many weeks

or months or years it takes to settle this thing.

My out of pocket on this place

could keep the Contras going till the next election.

- Your money, your problem,

YOU, you.

Have you thought for one minute about your tenants?

About Sheila up in six raising a baby by herself?

Mr. Kim who has lived here for over 20 years.

T. J, this is the only place he can afford.

Not to mention, yours truly.

Where do we go if this guy decided to bulldoze

and put up a mini mart?

- I forgot Mrs. Peralta.

- Well, she hasn't been here that long.

- No.

I mean I'm supposed to talk to her.

She's coming to see me.

I know what you're thinking, that I'm doing it to

weasel out of this discussion.

Not true.

I made an appointment, I'm just keeping it.

Thank you.

- You don't believe in psychics, do you?

- I spent the 60s right here in San Francisco.

I'm open to pretty much anything, but come on.

Nostradamus?

That's pretty convenient.

I mean, who's gonna stand up and say,

That doesn't sound like the Nostradamus I knew.

- All right.

So occasionally I resort to hocus- pocus.

But I am a legitimate psychic.

You may not believe this, but, I was once a highly respected

member of my field.

I got grants from several important institutions,

Para-psychological research.

I lectured.

I even helped the police.

- Really, the police?

- In 1971, the Philadelphia Police called me in

to help find a kidnapped child.

They had no clues.

And I led them straight to him.

And then the Cleveland Police called me in to

consult on a case and...

" And?

- And that's when I lost it.

~ It?

- My gift, my psychic power.

I led them one wild goose chase after another

and I finally led them to a suspect who'd been dead

for 20 years.

Newspapers had a field day.

Turned me into a joke.

- Well, I'm sure it will come back someday.

- No.

It's not coming back.

All I have left is my tacky carnival sideshow.

- Look, Mrs. Peralta.

Didn't we just have harmonic convergence or something.

You know, the New Age thing?

That might kick things into gear.

- It's useless and I'm useless.

- Listen, you're not useless.

Nobody's useless.

Maybe you can help me.

Just hand on a second.

Don't go away.

This is some evidence from a case I'm working on.

See?

We have a body but we don't know who he is.

Maybe you can get a vibe, isn't that what you get?

- I get images, feelings.

- Well, feel away.

Here's the guy's stuff.

(sighing)

(moaning)

Mrs. Peralta?

Mrs. Peralta.

(moaning)

- Well, itééTMs all cloudy.

But I get a sense that this man

was not from here.

- Not from here?

San Francisco or earth?

- Not from the United States.

I keep seeing water.

It's cold, very cold.

A metal, twisted, a chain.

A chain in the water.

Is that anything?

- Yeah, a chain in the water.

That's definitely something.

I could never have figured it out just from holding

a person's tennis shoe.

Well, I'll check it out tomorrow.

You feel better?

- Oh, yes.

I just hope I'm right.

Wouldn't it be fantastic if I was?

- Yeah.

Well, let's work on it.

Shall we?

Oh hang on, I just gotta put these away.

- This woman in the middle,

I get a very strong sense of her.

Is she your grandmother?

- Oh, she's sort of like a grandmother to me.

That's Estelle.

She left me this building.

And these are her two sisters.

- Reminds me of my family.

Not a boy in the bunch.

- Mrs. Peralta, you're a genius.

- What?

- Look, two sisters, three daughters.

Three nieces, no nephews.

Then who is this Elliot geek?

- Elliot geek?

- That's not your problem.

Listen, thank you for coming by.

- You're welcome, I'm sure.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Yeah, Winfield, Elliot Winfield.

White male.

You can check out date of birth with the Sacramento DMV.

I just need a 1029 on this guy ASAP.

- [Police Radio] Okay Hoop.

- Great.

All right now, where was I?

- Last night, the coroner's report.

- Right.

So I'm reading their jacket on our John Doe

and I get to everybody's favorite part,

contents of the stomach.

They find traces of Diphenhydramine.

I check it outwith the lab, it's the active ingredient

in sea sick pills.

- You see that as a major clue?

- It wasn't just that.

I remember what Mrs. Peralta said.

She felt he was a foreigner and she saw

a chain in the water, an anchor chain.

- Wait a minute.

Who is this Peralta woman?

- She's a lady who lives in my building.

She's kind of a psychic.

(whistling)

- This city gave this man a gun.

- I'm not saying I believe in that stuff

but she started me thinking, a foreign sailor.

It made sense in a weird way.

- Harry, none of the missing person reports

included foreigners or anybody from a ship.

- Right, but what if our John Doe was on leave'?

He wouldn't be missing yet.

Have you got the Polaroids of our John Doe?

- YUP-

Right here.

- Come on, Pritzger, let's go.

- I'm not gonna be a part of this.

- Pritzger, come on, we'll have fun.

We'll get some good sea air, a bucket of clams for lunch.

We probably won't dig up anything here anyway.

(singing)

- Sir, sir, would you like to make your phone call now?

- Maybe this is his phone call.

- It's true.

I didn't believe it.

- I hate being cold.

I can't deal with it.

Never could.

- You went into the bay after a guy

from a tanker?

HOOpS!

- I didn't plan it, Mo.

It was just a reflex.

Are my lips blue?

They feel blue.

- Mr. Hooperman, are you alright?

- Yeah.

- I know I shouldn't be here but I kept thinking all day

about last night.

I had to know if I was right.

Was I right?

- Look, water, cold.

- Hey, hey man, easy. - [Firme] I didn't mean it.

- Oh, this is a miracle.

- I didn't mean it.

I was crazy.

(French man hysterical)

- Come on boy. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

- We'd better get somebody down here

to Mirandize this guy in French.

He's got the right to remain silent.

- Firme Lebush. - I did not know, I--

- Firme Lebush!

(speaking in French) - Hey, hey!

Shut up, shut up.

- Hooperman, McNeil, Pritzker!

In my office.

- Captain.

- Captain we did wrap up the John Doe thing.

- I know, I heard.

- The guy's name was Joe Buso

and the kid out there knifed him over a watch.

- I'll get all that later.

Are you all right?

- Yes.

- I met your Mrs. Peralta.

She's been here since 9am.

Chatty little woman, isn't she?

So, we're using psychics now?

Maybe I should make Tarot cards mandatory equipment

in all units.

We're the police, gentlemen.

We do our jobs in a competent responsible manner.

The least you could have done was kept me informed.

Does the press know about this?

- Not yet.

Captain, if I may--

- I'm not sure if you may.

I'm trying to decide whether you need a psychological

evaluation.

- With all due respect ma'am, who doesn't?

We didn't rely solely on Mrs. Peralta's findings.

Her input merely accelerated our thinking

that coupled with further study of the coroner's report

led us to contact the Port Authority

and start checking ships.

So it was all cool.

I mean...

Proper procedure.

- I know it's crazy, but it worked.

You are right.

There is no place for a psychic in the police business.

I didn't know about it until it was too late.

- If I wasn't so furious about this,

I'd commend you all for a job well done.

Full report on my desk end of business today.

Minus the obvious exotic details.

- Thank you, Captain.

- Look at this.

Don't I have along lifeline?

- That's not your life line, dear.

This is your lifeline.

- Oh.

It's kinda short, isn't it?

I guess I'd better take better care of myself, huh'?

Do you think I oughta give up red meat?

- Couldn't hurt.

Excuse me.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you for believing in me.

You can come to my psychic round table any time you like

for free.

- Well, now that we've made this breakthrough

maybe we can kind of move away from the seance thing

and into more substantial uses for your gift

that don't wake people up?

- I hate to give up the income, all tax free.

- [Suzie] Inspector.

- Thank you, Suzie.

I gotta get out of these wet clothes.

Excuse me.

- Hi, Mrs. Peralta.

Inspector Pritzker and I were wondering

if you might indicate to us your preference

in one of tomorrow's thoroughbred competitions.

- Excuse me?

- Quick, who do you like in the fourth race?

Don't say it, just point to it.

- I'm going to the commissioners luncheon.

I'll be back at 2:30.

- Oh, I'd like to apologize if I caused

any trouble here today.

I just was trying to do my job.

- Your job?

Right, fine.

Goodbye.

- What a warm, strong hand.

You better be careful in money matters dear.

Somebody close to you is tampering with your funds.

I see checks being transferred from one account

to the other.

- Save it for them.

I don't believe in whatever it is you do.

Is this someone's name Lou by any chance?

- Let's yank this sucker off, put up a nice

aluminum slider, huh?

- Elliot, how you doing?

- Hooperman, what is going on here?

- Do you know what this man just said to me?

- I'll be right back.

- [Rudy] We've got to talk.

- Hooperman, this man is driving us crazy.

The guy has had contractors here all day,

real estate brokers and that aggravating, irritating

lawyer of his.

Now, what are you going to do with him?

- Well I'm going to bring him a beer.

- A beer?

Hooperman-- - The door.

- Listen, you can't just go give the guy a beer.

- I want you to measure between here and the wall, okay?

- Elliot.

Have a beer.

- Thank you.

- If nobody else is going to ask, then I will.

Am I losing my apartment or what?

- Hang on a second, Rudy.

Here.

Who else wants a beer?

- Yeah, I might as well.

- Help yourself.

Elliot, could I see you over here, please?

Yeah, come on, sit down for a second.

Look what I found.

You know what's interesting about everybody in this picture?

- [Elliot] What?

- They're all wearing dresses.

That means these three would be nieces, not nephews.

To a person in my line of work, that's kinda curious.

- Well, uh...

I'm not a blood nephew actually.

I married Helen.

- I know.

Here.

Elliot Winfield, this is your life.

Helen divorced you.

There was some unpleasantness over the settlement.

You tried to de-fraud her of some income properties.

- Is Gail still here?

- She said she was going out for some Italian.

She didn't specify whether it was food or a person.

- Uh.

- Elliot, you have misrepresented yourself to us.

Now, that automatically puts you in what we in

law enforcement like to call fraud or Bunco.

Did I mention I was a cop?

See, I investigate people like you.

Or sometimes I can employ what is called

preventive police work.

That's where we counsel a potential wrongdoer

and get him to re-evaluate his purpose

and possibly relocate.

Sometimes forever.

L---

I don't know what to say.

- I wouldn't say too much without Gail here.

But I think goodnight would be safe.

- Goodnight.

- Elliot, Elliot.

Elliot.

You can't go out thee with an open beer bottle.

That's an infraction.

Municipal code, you know.

(applause and cheering)

- Hooperman, that was pretty slick.

- Well, you know, I don't give up my place

or my manager without a fight.

(light music)

(bell tinkling)

- Oh, Mr. Hooperman.

- Hi, how you doing?

- Just fine, thank you.

- Good.

- Something you want?

- Nope.

I just hadn't seen you around for a few days

and wanted to see if you were alright.

- Oh, that's sweet, thank you.

I would ask you in but I'm expecting a client.

- Oh, you go ahead.

I just came by to say hi.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(door knocking)

(door closing)

- Nah.

(light saxophone music)