All language subtitles for police.story.-.immer.im.einsatz.s02e02.requiem_for_c.z._smith

You killed her!

You want me in homicide permanently,
right? Yes. Well, at least that makes

of us. So we have a psycho who likes to
pick up tall, red -headed prostitutes,

mutilate them, dismember them, and leave
their remains on the beach. I gotta

figure this guy is Jack the Ripper, and
I start yelling.

Why, you were in a Tascadero State
Hospital.

Yes, when I was a kid. For attacking a
teenage girl, right?

With a knife, right?

Well, you're not a kid now, Clyde!

8 -8 -39, no water warrant. Roger.

3 -8 -88, 3 -8 -88, see the woman. 4 -15
-5, 2 -7 -0 -1, Wilder.

Code 2.

13 -Secret -20, 13 -Z -20, go to check.

Secret -2 -2 -3, roger.

to me.

Please. We love you.

We'll help you.

Julie, please don't.

Look, you don't have to wait. I'll wait.

George Robert Ocean, Lincoln Lincoln,
Edward Robert,

23520 Bangor.

How long has she been up there?

About 20 minutes.

You the guy, the vice cop?

Yeah.

Where'd they find you?

I was shopping with my wife and it came
over the store PA.

Anything else?

She's been yelling for you. Who's with
her?

Another hooker and an older dame. That's
Sue.

Charlie, she's going to do it this time.

It's going to be all right, son. It's
going to be all right.

Jilly, it's me, Charlie.

Don't try to stop me, Charlie.

Come on, honey. You don't want to do
this.

What do you know?

Come on, Jilly. You're all wired up on
speed. You don't know what you're doing.

I'm going down for burglary, Charlie.

I'll do time.

I told you about that.

I'll see what I can do.

You said you couldn't do anything.

That's what you told me.

I'll talk to them again, Julie. Believe
me, I'll talk to them again.

Now, come on. This isn't going to solve
anything.

Charlie.

I just wanted you to know.

I'll tell everybody you're their thief.

Charlie?

I told you not to come.

You don't bring your wife along.

Why did she do it?

She was picked up on burglary.

Had a big habit, couldn't support it by
prostitution laws.

Picked up, called me to try to get her
off.

I couldn't.

Why don't you get out of police work?

No.

I know you. You're not going to sleep
tonight. You're going to be silent and

moody for days.

Because the prostitute's dead.

Charlie.

When we got married, you said you were
going to transfer out of vice.

I don't want to talk about it now.

It's almost a year.

I know how long it is, honey. Come on,
not today, okay?

Please.

It looks like he did it somewhere else
and transported the pieces here.

You know, I've seen hack jobs before,
but this isn't one.

And now then you're telling me that he
had to have some knowledge of the

anatomy.

I've heard that song before.

But in this case, I think it fits.

Another professor.

All right, how long?

Well, uh... Come on, come on, make a
guess. Less than a day?

More than an hour?

You know, we find more of her, we'll
know more.

Used to be a redhead.

Yeah.

I'll wait in the car.

Well, wait a minute, wait a minute.

I mean, you will hang around, after all,
with your knowledge of the anatomy and

all.

Get out of here.

Come on, April, all I want to do is talk
to him. One pimp to another. Just tell

him CZ Smith wants his phone number,
that's all.

Hey, CZ, I mean, you know, you come in
here and you want my old man's phone

number. Yeah, you know, you're a
righteous player, but, uh... I mean, how

know what, uh... We also found this coat
next to the torso, and there's a

possibility that it may have belonged to
the victim. I notice there are no

labels on it. But I loaned that coat to
Laura.

It looks like a rather expensive coat.

That must be Laura that was killed.

Laura who, honey?

Laura Keene.

Hey, Eddie. Eddie, bring the lady a
double brandy.

You say you loaned this Laura your coat?

Don't you hear what he said?

He's some weirdo cutter.

Did you hear that?

Listen, you think maybe a pimp did it?

I don't know.

Who knows?

It's going to be all right. Take it
easy.

Calm down.

Look at me. I'm going to make a phone
call. I'm going to be right back.

All right?

Yeah, sure.

Sergeant Kightley,

Charlie Zonker.

Oh, yeah, Zonker.

Thanks for the phone call.

We finally got enough to make a positive
ID. It is Laura Kane, or it was Laura

Kane.

We met once, sir, out on the Target
Range.

Talked about homicide, how interesting
the work was, prestige and all that.

Yeah, well, I'm quite sure you didn't
come all the way down here to talk about

old times on the Target Range, Dunker.

My application to homicide's been in for
over a year.

Well, you know, it's a small division.
Everybody wants in.

Well, I could help you on the Laura King
case.

Yeah, how?

Well, you know as well, if I do a
prospect who gets ripped off, it's

pimp who does it. I could work the beach
area, come up with a guy in a couple of

days.

Any and all help will be appreciated.

Hello, Frank.

Did you get a make on those prints yet?

Well, come on. I'm waiting.

Right.

Look, Sergeant, I'd like to work out a
homicide, not vice. That way I could

spend full time on it.

And squeeze your way in through the back
door, right?

You know, Zonker, you got a lot of
chutzpah.

How long you been with the department?

Ten years, foreign advice.

Well, I always thought that advice was a
good position, you know.

Drinking at the bar, chasing girls. I
know guys that would pay their way to

in there. Well, I'd like to get into
homicide.

Well, talk to the captain.

Oh, come on. Look, you've been here for
a long time. A recommendation from you

would mean something. And I have
homicide experience when the next

up.

Are those your own clothes?

Yeah, why? You want the name of my
tailor?

I'll tell you what.

I'll talk to the captain if you wear a
normal suit.

Hi, Dave.

Yeah, Maribeth Spree.

515 West 7th.

Right.

Okay, next time.

Keep me in mind.

Okay, bye.

Okay, Susie.

What's so urgent? I got caught dirty.
The heat's on my case. I gotta give him

something. What are you gonna give him,
me?

Are you kidding? What do you take me
for?

I thought maybe I could lay something on
him about that broad who was down in

Laura.

Oh, yeah.

Laura. I remember you knew her and I
figured maybe you could lay something on

that I could lay on the heat.

She stole my clothes. Give him that.
It's not enough, honey. I was thinking

could give them her old man.

What? April, I'm facing five to 15 years
in the joint unless I come up with

something. Now, please, honey. Yeah,
well, Laura didn't have a pimp. Her old

was a musician.

They had a love thing.

Well, where does this musician live?

Hey, why should I help you?

Come on, honey. We're in the same
business. We've got to help each other,

Yeah, no pimp ever helped me. All he did
was take my money and beat me up.

That's easy, Smith. You ask any of my
ladies.

I never met any of your ladies, CZ.

How would you like to work for me?

I'd treat you nice, buy you clothes,
give you a car of your own.

Love you.

Come on. All you pins talk alike. Oh,
come on, baby.

Who loves you, huh?

Really, come on.

Who loves you?

Please.

What's his name and where does he live?

His name's Lee something. He's got a
beach house on Elmwood.

Hey, Lee.

Lee. Yeah.

I'd like to talk to you about April,
Laura's friend.

Yeah.

I don't know about April. What?

I said... Hold it, man.

Hold on.

Yeah.

Come in. Yeah.

No, no, I'm cool.

Yeah.

April, you said, huh?

Man, I haven't seen April in... Wow,
it's a long time ago. What about Laura?

No, no, she ain't here.

I'm all alone.

A man and his music.

Laura's split.

That's the way it goes.

You know, she took off about a month
ago, I guess.

Why'd she split?

Rustling chick, how do you know?

One day she wants to go straight.

She wants to buy a condominium, and same
night she's out working the streets.

Maybe for a dude like you.

I thought April was the chick that you
were... Laura, have a pimp?

A main man?

It's your territory. You tell me.

I'm asking you.

Did she have a pimp?

I don't know. I never asked. It's a love
affair.

You mind if I have a drink?

Well, it wasn't exactly Ryan O 'Neill
and Ali McGraw, if that's what you mean.

We worked, man.

Both sides of the bar.

Laura's dead.

What are you saying?

She's dead.

Laura's dead.

How did it happen? She OD or what?

She was killed.

When did it happen?

Last night.

Who did it?

The Heat's going to want to talk to you
about that.

Me? That's right. Look, man, I was
working a gig last night, a college gig.

was with people all night.

Who are you and what are you doing here?
I'm just trying to get a line under a

pen to try to make a deal with the Heat.
Even now, even now, you guys are still

using her, aren't you?

Take it easy. Sure. Why can't you just
leave her alone, huh?

Get out of here!

Get out!

Get out of my place! Leave me alone!

Yeah, I've seen her in here before.

Every once in a while.

Two, three times a week.

When was the last time?

And who was she with?

Thursday. No, Friday.

She came in, picked up some John. I
never saw him before.

Only he wasn't a regular.

Well, Phil, try to remember.

It's just a guy.

Medium weight, medium height.

Around 30. Could be younger.

Brown hair.

So let me tell you something.

I know you've been hustling the girls in
here for years.

Now, how much are you getting on the
broads, huh?

Come on.

Tell me, who is he?

I don't know.

Arnold!

Freckles. He had Freckles.

Look, he wasn't a regular. I seen him in
here a couple of times.

Next time he comes in, I'll call you.

You do that.

Yeah, she came in here all the time.

Late.

First I thought she was a waitress or
something.

And then I realized.

Was she in here Monday night?

Yeah. Who with?

Him I remember.

Black.

Big Rolls Royce.

White. And this big diamond ring.

Like that.

Okay, thank you.

Hey, ZZ.

ZZ Smith.

Hey, Earl.

How are you?

How's it going, baby?

See you. Hey, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in.
It's a private game.

Hey, this is ZZ Smith, man. He's in our
game, you know.

Any guys own a White Rose out there?
Man, everybody in here owns a White

including the busboy.

Well, I scratched the fender of one of
them on the way in. License 414

something. It's mine.

Well, I'm sorry, man. I'll pay for it.

It's a $500 paying job.

One of my girls can make that much in
one night.

Thanks.

So you, uh, you're a player. Yeah, got
it. That's right. Is that your name?

Yeah.

I'm Sonny Dutri.

Glad to meet you. How many ladies you
got?

Not enough, man.

I mostly deal in other things, but I
like to keep a few ladies in the store.

Well, I got six broads myself.

And they all love me.

Yeah, well, I can see why.

Yeah, they have to hustle in the street
for me right now.

Six, ten, twelve hours a night.

Those sit there not watching TV.

Not my problems.

Yeah, well, I can dig on that.

I'm not going to give you some more,
girl.

I didn't pay.

Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to
pay, Cesar.

Ain't no broad going to choose you.

You ain't got more.

Style. I'll tell you what you do,
though.

You come on with me.

I'll show you my broads.

Maybe we can do some business.

I don't know. It could be him, but...
They all look alike, you know?

If you saw him in person, would you make
a more definite identification?

Maybe. I didn't know the broad.

That may have mattered. I meet a lot of
chicks, but I don't know them all by

name.

You like to beat up on girls, don't you,
Sonny?

No.

I like girls.

I like to buy them a toddy, plow some
trash.

I wouldn't hurt nobody.

Yeah, that's him.

I remember the laugh.

You sure?

All right, we'll let you go back to work
now.

We'll be in touch with him.

Thank you.

Where'd you get that ring?

What? That ring.

You got a receipt for that? A sales
slip?

Man, that was a gift.

A ring like that was taken from Benson's
jewelry. Did you know that?

Hey, man, I... Don't call me man!

Call me sergeant or sir, but don't call
me man. I don't like you.

I don't like pimps.

I don't like people that use people.

I want a lawyer.

Willie's restaurant at the beach.

Monday, 1 .30 a .m. You bought her a cup
of coffee.

And I don't remember all the ladies I
have conversations with.

But she left with you.

Sometimes a lady will come over to my
car.

We'll sit in the front seat.

We'll talk.

Maybe smoke some, you know.

Listen to the FM.

It happens sometimes.

You know, I'm inclined to believe you
and all, Sonny, but this

captain of mine, you know, he's pretty
tough.

And I'll tell you what.

Why don't you take a polygraph test?

I mean, this way we might convince the
captain to get you out of here. I ain't

taking no damn lie detector.

Oh, now, come on, Sonny. Look at it from
our point of view, will you?

I mean, you've already admitted having
been with Laura the night she was

You're known to have assaulted
prostitutes. And now you won't take a

Now, that doesn't look... I've told you
all I know.

I mean, I saw Laura around town.

So I hit on her a few times.

But that was all.

Okay. You can go.

She made a positive identification. I
know, I know.

I'd rather make him feel that he's one.
This way he'll go down to the bar and

brag about it to his buddies. Only you
make sure that you're one of the buddies

that he brags to.

You're droll, Kytlin. You're droll.

And he came in all apologetic -like.

Shook my hand.

Almost kissed me.

Hey,

Sonny.

I heard the man picked you up. You okay?

Good dear.

Hey, I'm in, General. I'm covered.

Yeah, did he pick me up?

Homicide. No kidding.

Am I wrong?

Here we go.

So, uh, why'd they pick you up?

They wanted me to take some polygraph.
You know what that is? Huh?

That was a lie detector.

I wouldn't do it.

I fooled them, CZ.

Three -fold.

Hey, yeah.

You better be a real bad dude to fool
the heat.

You ready something, sonny?

Yeah, I'm smart, CZ.

Smart enough to know that I went down
right after you saw me doing some

with one of my little girls.

Go on and roll, huh?

Hey, come on, sonny. Where you coming
from?

Either you isn't informed, or you is the
man.

Either way, you is wrong.

So now why don't you just get to
stepping while you still got all your

Yes, sir, yes, sir.

Another tall redhead.

Yeah. And I imagine as soon as we get a
positive ID, we'll find out that she was

another prostitute. She was.

What do you mean? You know her? Her name
was Candy Cooper. She was 22 and a

former addict, and yes, she was a
prostitute.

Where? Where? At the beach, like the
last one.

No more Sonny.

He may cut up one lady as an example,
but two, now that's wasteful.

So we have a psycho who likes to pick up
tall redheaded prostitutes.

Mutilate them, dismember them, and leave
their remains on the beach.

She was a nice kid.

She was a hooker.

That makes a subhuman, right?

Well, what's nice? That means we don't
have to waste the taxpayer's money

looking for a psycho who mutilates
hookers. Oh, boy, touchy.

Where you going?

Looking for another tall redhead.

Oh, Charlie. Yeah?

Get him a drink, Dick.

Scott's due.

So, a week on homicide and already
you've forgotten your vice, huh?

Ay, Charlie, me boy, oh, it's
ungrateful, yeah. You mean without me

any vice?

Less, huh?

So, here's to homicide, eh?

Killing, maiming, and maiming.

You're jealous, Carruthers. Mm -hmm.

Oh, no, me boy, oh.

I have an aversion to round pegs and
square holes.

The grating scrapes on my ears.

You know, I tried to block it to your
transfer.

I heard.

What is this fantastic attraction I have
for you, Carruthers?

You find a good executive that isn't
jealous of his personnel.

You don't find a good executive.

Well, we'll keep your place warm on your
way.

It's still there, you know.

I should have asked for a raise.

You got it.

Come back, you make investigator two.

You know me, Boyo. I like homicide.

Well, the rest will do you good, maybe.

You didn't hear me.

I like homicide.

Your wife likes homicide.

She doesn't like you spending half your
life in bars with the ladies of the

flesh. She'd like you in a nice, clean,
respectable job.

Well, the detectives wear tweed coats
and they smoke pipes.

And she can tell the girls at the PTA
about it without blushing.

You're getting pretty personal, boy. I
got it right.

No, you don't.

Charlie, Charlie, listen to me.

Vice is special duty.

Most cops hate it in six months.

You've been at it four years.

I'm a slow learner.

You like it, Charlie. You like it.

All this time, you can't get rid of CZ
Smith that easy.

Charlie, if you weren't a cop, you'd be
a pimp.

Goodbye, Carruthers.

This chair sounds congested.

Yeah.

And you?

You look tired.

Us homicide hunters, we never sleep.
We're the superstars. We don't need

We just keep going. So it's going all
right.

Terrific. You want to talk shop? Is that
what you want? I'm just asking.

You mean you're just hoping. You want me
in homicide permanently, right? Yes.

Well, at least that makes one of us. Why
are you angry? Because I feel like I'm

pushing to get someplace I'm not sure I
want to be. What are you unsure about?

Where you're going or what you're
leaving behind? Oh, come on, Marilyn.

we fighting about?

Who loves you? Really?

I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

Business.

Oh, he's tight pants.

Tight. I could have counted the change
in his pockets.

So he says to me, how much? And I say a
hundred.

And he says twenty.

Good evening, ladies.

Well, CZ, what are you doing here this
time of night?

Buying you a cup of coffee, ma 'am.

Introduce me.

My man sees you buying me a cup of
coffee, and I get the hell beat out of

Just for a cup of coffee?

Bad dude, ma 'am.

Come on, introduce me.

They all got pimps, baby.

Wow.

Maybe somebody cares to choose somebody
who's tall, real, rich, and treats his

ladies like movie stars.

Come on, CZ.

What are you really doing here?

I got problems with a man.

So what do you want from us?

Well, the heat's looking for a certain
John. I told him I'd help. We don't help

the law. Oh, come on, baby. The John's a
bad guy. Cut up one of my girls and the

man thinks I did it.

I gotta find the guy.

He likes tall redheads.

Hey. Yeah, come on, what, what?

A guy, he picked up this friend of mine.

Yeah?

She's got this apartment, and John went
up there, and he had a knife.

There's more, right?

And this friend, she's a tall redhead.

Well, when we get up here, see, and I
get undressed, you know, and he hasn't

even unlaced his shoes yet, and I see
this crazy look in his eyes, and then a

knife. You know the kind the doctors
use?

I got to figure this guy is Jack the
Ripper, and I start yelling.

Fortunately, my old man's in the next
room watching TV, and he comes running

What happened? I threw him down the
stairs. That's what happened.

Hey, man, I just took one look at this
dude. The crazy eyes, the white outfit,

and the night... Wait a minute. What
white outfit?

Yeah. The guy was wearing a white
outfit, man. He had on a white shirt,

pants, white shoes. I don't know. He
looked like some kind of a hospital

orderly. Yeah. He even said he was a
nurse.

He sure didn't look like any of our
scientists.

When you threw him down the stairs, did
he get hurt?

No. He sure screamed loud enough.

When he was running away, his arm was
dangling kind of funny.

It might have been broke.

Evelyn, do you happen to remember what
date that was?

Yeah. It was a week before my birthday.

I remember thinking, I'm never going to
see 25.

When's your birthday?

April 12th.

Records and receipts, please.

Yeah, hello, this is Sergeant Zonka,
Police Department, Robbery and Homicide.

We're trying to locate an emergency
case.

Either April 5th or 6th, arm injury,
possibly broken.

Male, Caucasian. Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

Name?

Home address.

Place of business?

You have a physical description?

Right. Anything else on that card?

Okay, thank you very much.

Hmm.

Ah, you have a very firm hand.

The Palmer method, isn't it? Oh, you are
a girl type thing, you know that?

Is that an insult?

Oh, no.

The guy who did it in a girl's. Oh?

And who am I supposed to get to
translate this?

You want him?

That's what they call a rhetorical
question, right?

I'm going to ask you one more time. Am I
in homicide permanently?

Don't bargain with me, Zonker.

Don't get me angry. It's too early in
the morning.

Oh, by the way, I hear that Levinson's
retiring.

Yeah, we'll have to replace him. With
me?

Let's hope that's the guy.

Clive Griffin?

Yes. I'd like to talk to you.

What about?

Alone.

Yeah, sure.

Mother, would you excuse us for a
moment?

Well, I don't understand.

What's this all about?

Well, you see, Mrs. Griffith, we're
investigating a crime and we think that

Clyde can help us.

Well, maybe it would be better if we
went down to your office. Then we

have to bother my mother.

But you haven't had your dinner yet,
Clyde.

Well, you go ahead and eat and I'll warm
up something when I get back.

Okay.

Did you threaten Miss Coppin with a
knife?

No. She claims you did.

Is that what she said? That's what she
said.

No, what happened was we got up there
and she asked me for some more money.

And I said no.

And then this guy came in and they were
going to rob me.

So I started to go and he grabbed me.

And that's how I broke my arm.

You never pulled a knife or weapon of
any kind?

No, sir.

Where'd you get your medical training?

In the army.

Vietnam?

Yes. Ever go to the beach?

Once in a while. About three weeks ago,
did you go to the beach? No. Just like

that, that fast?

Not even to take a drive to look at the
ocean?

No, I haven't been to the beach in two
months.

Laura Keene mean anything to you?

No. Candy Cooper?

No. Well, they were prostitutes, Clyde.

Candy Cooper was 5 '8", about 130
pounds, red hair. Laura Keene was

didn't know them.

You been with many prostitutes, Clyde?

No. But you do go to bars. Your mother
said you did.

Once in a while.

And you never ran into either of these
girls at a bar? No.

Well, how do you know?

Well, I... Well, I don't know. I don't
remember if I did. And you never heard

them? No.

Okay, Clyde, that's all.

That's it?

Yeah, we...

We just wanted to be sure if you knew
either of those girls.

No, sir, I didn't.

Clyde, you were in Atascadero State
Hospital, weren't you?

Yes, when I was a kid. You were
committed there by your mother, isn't

right? Yes.

For attacking a teenage girl, right?

With a knife, right?

Well, you're not a kid now, Clyde.

You're not even a man. You know what you
are?

I didn't do anything. You did!

All right, come on.

Okay.

All right.

Now, listen, Clyde.

We've already attacked one prostitute
with a knife.

Two other girls are dead. Now, that
looks very bad for you.

Very bad.

Charlie, you're coming on too strong. I
know it. You better know it. Why?

Because Clyde knows it?

Now, look, will you relax before you get
an ulcer?

How does it look? Anything?

Ah, every square inch of it's been
shampooed a dozen times before we got

thought you couldn't remove bloodstains.

Guess the Clyde found a way.

He won't talk and his wheels won't talk.

So? We don't have a case.

I mean, we could jail him, but he'd be
out on a writ in no time.

We don't have anything to bring to the
DA.

I don't know what to do.

I do.

Your car's right there. The key's
running.

3K2, we got him.

I guess we could arrange that.

It'll cost you 50.

And what will you do for 50?

Okay,

honey.

You're under arrest for prostitution.

You may sniff the heat.

Sad but true, Evelyn.

I'll tell you what.

I might be able to convince them to
dismiss the charges against you.

For what?

A favor.

For you?

No. I need some help on a case.

What kind of case?

Well, the kind you specialize in. And
John, to you, Mark, to us, the guy's

fencing hot furs and digs chicks.

Okay?

Okay.

Who wears that?

You do.

Hey, man, what is this, some kind of
weird scene or something? Oh, come on,

April, this is me.

Now, I could have nailed you a dozen
times, and I did, and I wouldn't lay

something like that on you. It's just
that the less this John knows about the

real you, the better.

That's a two -way mirror. We'll be next
door.

Taxpayers pay for this place? You don't
pay taxes, honey. Look, I'm going to

want her wired, too. We can't use a
Fargo.

That's the best unit we have, both for
distance and quality. No, we're not

cutting an album. Look, the lady here is
a professional.

And her escort's likely to get somewhat
frisky if he discovers a microphone

under her bra, right?

Right. Right.

Well, I've got this unit. She can stick
in her purse, but she won't get more

than 100 yards with it. Well, Miss John,
we don't want to be more than 100 yards

away. This is some heavy setup. Must be
a big bus going down.

April, it's just a guy.

Now, let's keep it that way. It's a lot
nicer for you, for me, for the case when

it gets to court here.

This is his picture.

Now, you see me, so I'll be outside the
bar in the parking lot, okay?

Let's go.

3K2 to 3K1, he's on Beach Boulevard,
turning onto 101.

Light traffic.

3K2 to 3K1, subject pulled into bar, 4
,000 ocean drive.

That's us, honey.

What'll it be?

Uh, screwdrivers.

How's the action tonight?

Pretty slow.

30. Not a good night.

What happened to that other fella that
used to be here?

George.

He left. Just moved on.

$1 .10.

Yeah? Oh, George always knew where the
action was.

Yeah.

That's why he's not here anymore.

Hi.

Can I buy you a drink?

Sure.

Scotch.

Scotch? Scotch rocks.

Come here often?

Often enough.

I haven't been here for a long time.

It used to be a good place to have fun.

You like to have fun?

Sure. Who doesn't?

I can't stay.

I'm sorry.

Hey, wait.

Dream makers.

Get back and stay on them.

He got scared. Something spooky.

Well, he's probably heading home. Look,
I'm going to hang in with Junior.

He took a cab home.

I think I'll stick around, you know?
It's still early.

Okay.

You call me tomorrow morning at home,
April, you hear?

All right.

But take your bug, man.

We'll try again tomorrow night.

Listen, you be careful, April.

I thought you said he's just another guy
at John.

Yeah, I know I said that, but I didn't
say it was going to be all fun and games

either. You're not all cop either.

Nobody's all anything.

I think he's in for the night.

Yeah, hey, CZ, he came back. I'm with
him now.

The guy?

Yeah, yeah. He said he kept thinking
about me.

What do you want me to do?

I could be down there in 15 minutes.

No, we're not at the bar. We're at the
Aqua Vista Motel, room 23.

Why didn't you take him to the trick
pad?

Because he didn't want to go. I mean, he
said he liked this motel. I tried to

stall him. I mean, I tried to bring up,
you know, hot furs and everything, but

he didn't pick up on it. So, finally, I
sent him out for some booze.

You better get down here fast.

Listen, I gotta go.

April, don't...

This is Zonker Homicide. Get an IHG unit
down to the Aquavista Motel, room 23,

right away. Tell them not to go in
unless they hear screaming.

I got your booze for you.

How long are you going to make me wait?

Just one blue drink, honey.

I never met a hooker who wasn't in a
hurry before.

Well,

you just met the wrong kind of girl.

He's been back in the room about ten
minutes. What do we do? We go in and get

her out. I'm not going to have her cut
up.

I mean, it worked out so we could see
into the trick pad.

What are we going to do now?

Is there any way I can get in that room
without them knowing? In a bathroom,

closet, someplace we can at least hear
what's going on? Well, there's a crawl

-out of the attic and the closet in 23,
and there's another in 21. You could

crawl across and drop down.

I'm not finished.

Hey, don't rip my dress.

It doesn't matter.

What about you?

What do you want?

Please! Turn around and fake the wall.
Turn around!

Why?

Just keep your mouth shut, son. You know
what he was going to do?

Yeah.

The freak who did the job on Laura,
isn't it?

And you set me up for him. I was here
all the time, honey.

You don't give a damn about any of us,
do you?

You know something?

You've been playing pimp too long, CZ.
Come on, April. I'll buy you a drink.

Go to hell.

102.

It's down since the alcohol bath.

Why don't you get some sleep? I'll stay
a while.

No.

How'd it go?

Fine. I wrapped it up.

Nobody heard. Another day, another
dollar.

I talked to Shirley Bartlett on the
phone today. She said Jim Levinson's

retiring.

Yeah, I know.

We don't have to discuss it, Charlie.

Because it's your job.

Your decision, your life, right?

You're just along for the ride, is that
it?

I know what it's been like the way it
is.

But I don't want to trade for worse.

So you decide.

Somehow I get the impression I'd better
watch my desk.

I'm not after your desk, Sergeant.

I'm after the Chief's.

Ah, well, I'll warn him about that.

Incidentally, I stopped by the sanity
hearing this morning. Judge Howard

committed Griffith to a Tuscadale.

For what?

Five years, maybe ten, till he convinces
a shrink he's willing he's out on the

street again?

Hey, now heaven will protect the working
girl. Besides, you're not in that

business anymore.

Yeah. Come on, the Chief is waiting.

John Frank William 899.