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Jack put me here, but I don't hold it against him.

He had no choice.

Jack was my judge, jury, and executioner.

I picked him.

That was my choice.

Don't go, Jack.

Stay with me for a while.

I'm lonely.

You're all I have left.

Is it a crime, is it a crime, that I still want you, and I want you to want me too?

My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake.

My love is taller, taller than the Empire State.

Is it a crime, is it a crime, I still want you?

Ever tell you about the time I met Elvis?

You met Elvis?

Hm.

He put me on.

No, no, not put me on.

My cousin's best friend, Julie, she was tight with one of his bodyguards.

Is it a crime, is it a crime, that I still want you, and I want you to want me too?

Hey, babe.

Want a date?

How much?

Seventy-five, straight down.

Get in.

So this guy says, come on out to Graceland.

Sure.

So you just walked up, knocked on the door.

No, Graceland has gates, not doors, smart guy.

Anyway, Elvis said this thing about cops, you know, guns and badges.

And I walk in, and there he is.

Elvis.

And he says, hey, hey, are you Jack Killian?

Are you the Jack Killian?

I said, yeah.

And he said, Jack, whatever is mine is yours, man.

And I stayed there, I stayed at Graceland for like two weeks.

He put me on.

No, I'm not.

Come on, Jack, you're putting me on.

Trusty, I'm telling you, I was there, man.

I'm putting you on.

And you're going.

There he is.

Elvis has left the building.

Hey, hold up, police!

Is it a crime?

What's your name?

Angel.

Nice name.

Are you married?

What do you want, my whole life story?

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

All right, you head around that side.

I'll take the middle.

If you love your wife, how can you love me too?

What are you talking about, you crazy bitch?

I don't love you.

You don't?

It's too bad, because I loved you.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Jack, you okay?

Yeah.

Whoa!

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

Trusty!

Get up.

It's hanging.

Hanging, all right.

You put me on

I need you to go in there.

General Affairs, I want to speak to you tomorrow. I'll let you know what time.

Come on, Al. Drive me home.

Jack, it's Imac. I'm trying to help you, but give me a break.

It's been two and a half months now. The department

can't extend your leave of absence indefinitely.

You've got to let me know what you're going to do. Get back to me.

Hi, Tina.

You're a hard man to find.

Not really. I've been here in my office every day.

It's not funny, Jack. Sitting at a bar at 11 in the morning isn't funny.

I told you I needed some time.

It's been three months. It's a long time to be kept on hold.

That's what everybody keeps telling me. But it's not that simple.

I know it's not that simple. I want to help you.

I just don't have anything left to give you right now.

How long are you going to keep saying that? What happened to Rusty wasn't your fault.

Oh, yeah, well, whose fault was it? It's got to be somebody's fault.

It was an accident. A horrible accident.

No.

I love you, Jack. I don't want to lose you to this.

Please let me just help.

Is that the way it is?

I'm sorry, Tina. I'm sorry.

You're not as sorry as I am.

The first time it happened, I couldn't sleep for two days.

The second time, I felt as if I would explode in the aftermath of excitement.

Soon it would be time to go back into the world,

in search of the one who left me for dead with my stillborn dreams.

His spirit is out there, waiting to be captured.

Waiting for the ultimate, really.

I'm interviewing you.

Trade me then.

San Francisco? Wait, we're going to Chicago.

Not anymore. Do you want to give me some money?

No.

Wait.

Jack Killian?

Who's asking?

My name is Devon King.

What's a Devon King?

I'm the owner of KJCM Radio.

AM or FM?

FM.

I never listened to FM.

What do you want?

You.

You're putting me out.

Mr. Killian, I have better things to do with my time than to put you on.

You want me to do a radio show?

Yeah, thanks.

See, our research shows that the single most

important issue concerning the average citizen

is the fear of street crime and the threat of physical violence.

People want to defend themselves, and they're tired of feeling like victims.

See, our listeners would be getting advice

from a unique perspective, a cop's perspective.

You just be yourself. You talk about the world

you know, things you've seen, how you feel.

Look, this is what you made as a cop, right?

Well, this is what I'm willing to pay you per month to talk on the radio.

Why me? What makes you think I can pull this off?

Because I've interviewed over 30 former cops during the last three months,

and all along one name kept coming up over and over again, Jack Killian.

You know, they call you the mouth.

That's me.

Mr. Killian, I think that you and I both know that your career as a police officer

ended with that shooting six months ago.

Oh, I didn't know that, but I'm glad you figured it out for me.

No, no, no. What I mean is, I know what happened with you and your partner.

Lady, you don't know anything about me.

And you sure as hell don't know anything about my partner.

Listen, I didn't come here to upset you.

I just think that we have an opportunity

here that could be very good for both of us.

And it's up to you.

Here, that's where you can reach me.

Is it, uh, Miss or Mrs.?

It's Miss.

Now, how did I know that?

I hope I hear from you, Mr. Killian.

Call me Jack.

Thanks for the beer, Jack.

Fashion way.

I inherited it.

When my father asked me what I wanted for my

21st birthday, I told him the radio station.

I know that.

I also know your father was the laundromat king of San Francisco.

Well, if you knew that, then why did you ask me?

I just wanted to know if you were going to be straight with me.

Once a cop, always a cop, huh?

I guess.

Well, did you also know that I took KJCM from the brink

of Chapter 11 and put it in the black in three years?

So, Jack, are you going to take my offer?

On one condition. You let me do it my way.

Your way? Who are you, Frank Sinatra?

You push this button for the incoming calls, this one when you want to talk.

This is the pause button.

We're on a seven second delay, so if the caller becomes abusive or obscene,

you have enough time to cut him off before the call gets on the air.

What if I become abusive or obscene?

Then I cut you off.

Hmm.

What are you doing?

I can't read this crap.

What do you mean you can't read it?

Let me wing it.

Ad-lib?

Yeah, that too.

No, I'm sorry. I wrote this for you.

You really think you have time to argue about this now?

It's the midnight hour and this is Devon King on KJCM 98.3 on your FM dial.

Our goal at KJCM is to bring you, the listener, the

most exciting and innovative programming in radio today.

Tonight on KJCM, we're pleased to announce the birth of the

Midnight Caller, a program that will put you in the driver's seat.

For ten years, Jack Killian was a detective with the San Francisco Police Department.

Jack Killian recently re-entered civilian life.

And he'll be here with us at KJCM from Monday to Saturday, midnight to 3 a.m.

He'll be taking your calls and answering your

questions about police work and procedures,

about what you can do to protect yourself, your family, and your

property against the ever-increasing threat of violent crime.

However, it should be noted that Jack Killian's opinions

are not endorsed by the San Francisco Police Department,

nor do they necessarily respect...

KJCM, Midnight Caller. Thanks for calling.

What's your first name and where are you calling from?

And so, without further ado, we're pleased to introduce you to Jack Killian.

The Nighthawk.

Our host on Midnight Caller.

This is Devon King on KJCM 98.3 FM dial.

After these words, we'll be right back with Jack Killian.

The Nighthawk?

Yeah, you like that?

Not particularly.

For those of you who have just tuned in, this is Jack Killian.

For ten years, I was an inspector with the San Francisco Police Department.

I covered the waterfront of life and death.

Then one night, I walked away...

I like the sound of his voice.

But enough about that. Let's take some calls.

Killian here.

Remember me, Killian?

You busted me three years ago for receiving stolen goods.

Killian?

I busted a lot of people three years ago. How about giving me a name?

No way. You know why?

No. You tell me.

Because I just boosted a truckload of VCRs.

I don't believe it.

And now I don't have to worry about looking over my shoulder for you.

So long, sucker.

Well, congratulations.

And if anybody from the department is listening,

check out a second-story punk named Willie Francis.

And Willie.

Oh, Willie.

I never forget a voice.

And before we take our next call...

Hey, come on.

Life's not getting any easier.

The Giants took a pair from the Cubbies today,

as Will Clark hit two round dribbers.

Tomorrow, we got Drovecchi going against, uh...

What?

Ah, well, they tell me from the booth that we do not do baseball here on KJCM.

So, uh...

Oh, Giants.

And our next call is from...

Sausalito.

Hello, Sausalito.

What?

No, Sausalito. Okay.

Our next call, hopefully, is from Redwood City.

Who might suggest that you get yourself a 12-gauge shotgun

and shoot their faces off.

Uh, who are the pit bulls of the drug dealers?

Hey, take your pick.

There's probably a 976 number that'll probably

serve your needs better than our show.

Thanks for calling.

Our next call is from Richmond.

You're on the air.

Killian?

That's my name. Don't wear it out.

This is Flo Lopezzi. Remember me?

The broad you stood up two years ago on New Year's Eve.

The one you said had the best legs in the Bay Area. Remember?

Well, you got it all wrong, Flo.

I said that you had the strongest legs in the Bay Area.

But, hey, if it's any consolation,

I have regretted standing you up every day of my life since then.

It's 1.30 here in Fog City,

although it looks crystal clear to me.

Our next call is from San Mateo.

You're on the air.

I'm on the air?

Yeah, you're on the air.

Um, yeah.

You, um...

You are a cop, right?

Yeah, I was a cop. Right.

Well, is it, um...

Is it true what they say about cops in bed?

Well, what do they say about cops in bed?

I don't know if I should say it on the radio.

Well, if you can't, darling, I can't.

But I wish you could.

This is Jack Killian, the Nighthawk.

Our next midnight caller is calling from San Bruno.

Yo, San Bruno.

Yeah, where do you get off giving advice, man?

Aren't you the same Jack Killian who blew away his partner

on that police stakeout last spring?

I'd phrase that a little differently if I were you.

Oh, you would, would you?

Well, you're not me, but, you know,

how would you phrase it if you were me?

On March 12th of last year,

I accidentally shot my partner when he crossed my line of fire

during a pursuit of a felon.

Yeah, well, you know, man, you can phrase it any way you want,

but it happened in the killing.

Didn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess so.

All I can say to you is

my partner's spirit lives on inside my heart

and the hearts of everyone at Newman.

Au revoir, San Bruno.

And that is a wrap.

This is Jack Killian, the Nighthawk,

on KJCM radio, 98.3 on your FM dial.

Midnight caller will be back tomorrow night

and every night, Monday through Saturday,

midnight to 3 a.m.

And good night, America, wherever you are.

Do you have...

His first night on the air was a rite of passage,

his trial by fire.

But he made it.

He started putting his life back together,

and it was working.

Jack captured the heart and soul and imagination of San Francisco.

He was controversial

and unorthodox.

And as the midnight caller moves into its second hour,

I'm gonna break precedent here

and lighten things up with a little music.

What?

The year is 1965.

The artist is Wicked, Wilson Pickett,

singing In the Midnight Hour.

Oh, no, you don't.

I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour

That's when my love comes humbling down

I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour

When there's no one else around

Jack, what do you think you're doing?

I thought it'd be nice to spin a few sides,

you know, break things up a little bit.

Well, you thought wrong.

I pay disc jockeys to play music, Jack.

This is a talk show.

Loosen up.

Think of it as, uh, multimedia.

Jack, I'm gonna say this just once,

so please listen carefully.

I'm listening.

This is my station.

I employ you.

I determine station policy and procedure.

Now, this is your show,

but before you decide to break format,

I do expect to be consulted.

Do we understand each other?

Sure.

Sure, I'm sorry.

Good.

That's when my love begins to shine

She knew me a little.

You're the only girl I know

And that's a little of something extra I threw in

that may never come your way again.

It happened fast for Jack.

He became an instant celebrity.

Jack Killian, ex-cop,

was transformed into Jack Killian,

urban folk hero,

the voice of the Bay Area.

Okay, listen.

Now, the next time that he exposes himself,

you tell him to get a little closer

so you can get a better look.

Then what do I do?

Shut the window as hard as you can.

This is Jack Killian,

the Nighthawk on KJCM radio,

98.3 on your FM dial.

I'll be taking your calls as they come in.

The lines are open, so give me a call.

And our next call is...

Angel?

And what, I guess she's calling from heaven?

That's right, Jack.

You don't know it,

but we've got a lot in common.

How's that?

Do you remember March 12th?

Yeah, why?

Because that's the night our mutual odyssey began.

I really don't know what you're talking about.

September 28th.

That was my first night on the air.

That's right, and we were listening.

Only he wasn't very interested.

He just wanted fast food sex.

If you saw me, Jack,

you'd want to have sex with me too.

Angel, you don't really sound like my idea of a fun date.

I'll give you some other dates.

October 14th.

November 3rd.

My odyssey continues.

It stretches out before me like a great shining light.

You're very poetic, Angel.

So are you.

And that's why,

when our journeys are over,

we'll be joined together in holy wedlock.

Well, you heard it here first, folks.

Angel from heaven.

We're going to take a station break, but we'll be right back.

So stay tuned.

You look like a man with something on his mind, Jack.

Yeah, I got a call last night on a show.

That's weird.

Very weird.

Some chick, young, real space cadet.

I guess so.

Is there anything going on on the street that I haven't heard about?

Looks like we have a serial killer on our hands.

She's killed six guys in the last nine months.

All we got are some hair strands.

Probably from wigs.

Some natural, some synthetic.

No latent prints.

All the victims shot in their cars with the same .357 Magnum.

All married.

All with light-colored hair and dark eyes.

These are the dates.

The first, fourth, fifth, and sixth victims were killed.

The first one was killed the night Rusty died.

Whoa, you're here.

Excuse me.

Where'd you get this information?

An angel.

Sir, excuse me, sir.

Is this some kind of feat?

Yeah, talk speed.

I ordered it.

It's good for you.

You think they'd be offended if I ordered out for some pizza?

Look, lieutenant.

You're going to need some help on this one.

You got any ideas?

Unofficially, of course.

The next midnight caller is from across the bay in Alameda.

Hello.

Jack, my name's Bonnie.

What can I do for you, Barney?

Jack, I'm an independent trucker.

Just a working man trying to turn an honest buck.

Maybe you could tell me why the police spend all their time busting my chops

or breaking the speed limit when they should be out there looking for the killer.

I don't follow you, Barney.

I'm an amateur crime buff, see?

And I follow the papers.

And I put things together.

Oh, great.

Yeah, and did you know that there have been

six murders committed in the last nine months

and the M.O. has been the same in every one?

No, tell me about it.

The police are so dumb, they can't figure it out.

They can't put it together.

There's this broad.

She's shooting guys in their cars.

Like I said, six in the last nine months.

Be careful what you say, Barney.

You don't want to turn this beautiful town of ours into a fierce city town, do you?

This is just your theory.

Hey, I know what I know.

There's this wacko broad running around the city,

taking out our frustrations on the world.

And if you want such a big shot, you do something about it.

Huh?

Well, okay, you heard it here first, folks.

According to one of our listeners, there's a psycho killer out there on the loose.

And if you're listening, lady, give me a call.

You can turn yourself in to me anytime.

And, uh, Barney, thanks for that call.

This is Jack Killinger, the Nighthawk.

And our next call comes from across the bay in San Leandro.

And it looks like her name is Rachel.

Tell me your story, Rachel.

Jack, that's not my real name.

I'm afraid my husband might find out I called, so you have to forgive me.

You're forgiven. What's on your mind?

My husband's very violent, and he's been beating me up for years.

I'm about at the end of my rope.

You're not alone, Rachel.

Do you have any kids?

Yes, two. They're grown.

Good.

Then leave tonight.

And don't look back.

Just like that?

Yeah. Just like that.

Let me tell you something, Rachel.

I get a lot of calls and letters from women in your situation,

and my answer's always the same.

Leave the bump. This thing never gets any better.

And let me ask you a question, Rachel.

Do you think you deserve this?

Well, you don't deserve this.

God bless you, Rachel. Good luck.

Jack, it's Bonnie.

How did you like the performance?

Now, listen, Jack.

If and when this fruitcake calls, let me know.

Don't go solo on me, understand?

Okay, call me.

Jack, it's Angel.

I'm very disappointed in you.

That's not what I expected from a kindred spirit.

I thought we had something special together.

I thought you understood.

But no one understands.

Did you think that whole charade up yourself?

Or was it that beautiful bitch, Devon King?

Did she think this would boost your ratings?

If you want ratings, Jack, I'll give you ratings.

This is Jack Kelly and the Nighthawk on KJC and Radio 98.3.

We'll be with you as soon as you can.

And our next midnight caller comes directly from the heart of Paris on the Pacific,

and it's Angel.

Angel, have you been behaving yourself?

Yes, I have, Jack.

But tonight I'm feeling naughty.

How naughty is naughty?

Bad naughty.

Very bad.

Angel, where exactly are you calling from?

If you keep me on the line long enough, maybe you'll find out.

Just tell me where you are.

I feel restless, Jack.

Very restless.

Come on, Angel, just take it easy.

Let's talk about this.

After.

After what?

Girlfriend.

How could you let him treat you so bad?

Angel, if you're listening, please call back. We can talk this out.

This is Jack Kelly and the Nighthawk on KJC and Radio.

I'll tell you what, we're going to take a station break right now, so stay tuned.

I'm so tired, Jack.

I want to end this.

But on my terms.

What are your terms, Angel?

Hey, Harry, that number is 5-5-5.

Are you there?

Angel, are you still on the line?

Yes.

No, no, no, that's the number where the call's going to end.

You need to address where it's coming from.

That is where it's coming from.

She's in the building!

Miss King?

Oh, hi, Celia.

I was just starting in here. Will I be in your way?

Why don't you let it wait till tomorrow? I've got some work to finish up.

Yes, ma'am.

Good night.

Good night.

Turned around, she was standing in the doorway.

Yes.

Can you tell me something about what she looked like? Anything.

Look, I told you. All I saw was a gun.

She was in black and she had a gun.

Was she tall? Was she short?

I don't know.

Carl.

Give her a few minutes, okay?

Okay, but I want to talk to her again.

All right.

Billy.

I might not say anything else.

Are you okay?

A woman just came in here.

Pointed a gun in my face and almost killed me.

No, Jack, I'm not okay.

I'm sorry.

I screwed up. I didn't think that she would come in here.

Well, she did.

Jack, you used me.

You used me, my station, and everything that we've created.

You're right.

You're right.

Well, that won't happen again.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means I'm out of here.

I'm gone.

What?

I quit.

You quit?

What do you mean you quit?

Fine.

Fine, then go ahead and quit.

But let me tell you something, Jack.

You've probably done more good in the past three

months with this show than in ten years as a cop.

Oh, yeah, I've done a lot of good.

What I do is I get people killed.

No, what you do is you crawl under a rock every time something goes wrong.

Well, if running away is your answer to every bad

thing that happens, then maybe you should run.

Quit.

Quit.

Go.

And keep going.

But that would be a mistake.

And I'd like you to stay.

Yeah?

It's me, Jack.

Everybody knows about us now, don't they?

It looks that way.

Where are you?

I left a present in your mailbox.

Bring it to Eleventh and Harbor at ten o'clock.

I knew he'd come.

He had to.

It was the only way he would ever be free of the demons that haunted him.

And I needed Jack.

I wanted him to be the one.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry, Jack.

I'm a bad girl for calling you out this late.

No, no, it's all right.

I'm having a great time.

Are you wearing the wedding present I left you?

The ring?

No.

Then put it on.

That's better.

Where are you?

Turn around and look over your right shoulder.

Now look up.

Angel?

Hello, Angel.

Aren't you going to propose to me, Jack?

Angel, it doesn't have to be like this.

I know what it's like to hurt, to be alone.

I want to help you.

I want to understand.

Tell me what happened.

What's this about?

It's got lost along the way.

Jack, that's all.

This is for you.

As we move into the hours between darkness and dawn,

let's take a moment to reflect,

say a prayer

for all those

lost souls

destined to wander the face of this great land of ours.

Those who have been cheated by life.

Those who have been left alone

and forsaken,

abandoned and ravaged by their dreams.

The ones who get lost along the way.

This is your host, Jack Killian

on KJCM 98.3 on your FM dial.

And goodnight, America, wherever you are.

Friday night on NBC,

can Sonny keep himself out of jail long enough to trap a killer?

It's a tense Sonny Spoon crime drama.

Then Tara and Jack try to protect a little girl

and her terrifying secret on Something Is Out There.

Then a loss of memory has deadly consequences for Crockett

in a tense Miami Vice drama.

Friday night.