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Did you kill my sister?

Could be.

Who's your sister?

Need a ride, Mr. Hammer?

I'd like to show you my cruise control.

Thanks, sweetheart.

I'd love to, but I don't think my heart can take the acceleration.

Who are you?

Is this any way to behave?

You'll be a butt out of your dirtbag.

It's Mr. Dirtbag, do you, pal?

Hold your mustard.

Take it in, it's large.

The lady doesn't want to play.

I don't need any help from pimps.

What is the way I dress?

Do

you want to play games?

It was a typical summer day in New York City.

The weather report called for continued hot with scattered hookers.

Hi, honey.

Want a good time?

Sorry, kid.

I haven't got this week's lunch for the whole office.

Yeah, it's a good thing it's just me and Belda.

You've been out there for two hours already.

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Is it good?

I get some extra mustard.

Sure.

I want a puppy.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Dirtbag.

That's Mr. Dirtbag, do you, pal?

Hold the mustard.

I

thought I was okay.

I've got to get back to work.

Come on.

You know, you owe me a lunch, but I'll settle for a name.

Kelly.

George.

Second's already?

Yeah, give me two dogs, Julie, and I wash clothes for a later.

Look, Mr. Dirt, I really appreciate what

you've done, but I've got to get back to work.

Hey, Julie, give me a milk with that.

Listen, how old are you?

Twenty-five.

Twenty-five.

Come on.

Eighteen in seven months.

How long have you been doing this?

Two and what?

Doing what?

Doing what, hooking, selling yourself like a piece of meat.

Yes.

Today was my first day.

I just had to get some money.

Yeah, I figured it's fair.

Well, you're not.

All right, Sally.

You're just tired.

Now listen.

I don't use this very much, but I've got a friend who

owns a restaurant and who's looking for a waitress.

Stumbles on the bat.

You give him a call, tell him I sent you, and you've got to take a job, okay?

Hey, kid, on the house.

Yeah.

Here's a couple of bucks for you.

Oh, no.

I'll never forget you.

Be good now.

There's... I need two ice creams.

Hey, don't shoot.

I'll get in.

In my business, you'd think you'd get used to seeing death.

But then some kid like Sally gets it, and you'd know you'd never will.

Who was she, Mike?

Her name was Sally Jordan.

I just ran into her this morning.

No ID, nothing.

She had you card.

I sent her over to Tommy's for a job.

It wasn't even 18.

Then a lot of the stuff lately, all young girls strangled.

All of a sudden, dumped off the west side of highway.

Poor kid, huh?

Hooker's hammer.

If you use up all the non-pros in New York.

I'm not in the mood, Barry, didn't back off.

Alright, I'll try a different approach.

What was that unfortunate young girl doing with

your card, if that's what you want to call it?

It's all in the report.

What was your relationship to the girl?

I bought her a hot dog.

You know, your smug attitudes suggest to me that you don't care about these murders.

I, on the other hand, have to care.

We're in a very high-profile situation here.

You mean me sick, Barry?

The only thing you care about is your image.

Well, think of this image.

There's a dead child in that truck.

Oh, it's not a thank you very much.

Excuse me.

It was a long time since I thought about my daughter, Michelle.

Sally and Michelle had a lot in common.

They both paid too high a price.

They were both too young to die.

Mike, this head's a little too close to home, doesn't it?

Yeah, it sure does.

Here.

Hmm?

I thought I was trying to quit.

Well, it's just a plastic pacifier, but it might help.

Sweetheart, you help.

Anyway, I can.

Here's another business card.

And Mike, hand him out freely.

We've still got 999 left.

So who's coming?

You know, these things can be hazardous to your mouth.

I just can't get over it.

Sally Jordan was 17 years old.

I don't know.

Sometimes things get pretty rotten.

But sometimes, Mike Hammer helps even get up a little.

And that helps.

If you need me, you call me.

Thank you.

Well?

Make one move and you won't make a second one.

We're here on A&E.

As I was looking down the muzzle of a gun, all

I could think of was how much they were alike.

The lady and the 38.

Both sleek, both beautiful and both deadly.

Did you kill my sister?

Could be.

Who's your sister?

I'm Louise Jordan.

My sister was Sally.

Hey, I'm sorry.

You were the last one seen with her.

The police told me.

The world is too full of sick creeps like you.

Now look, Louise.

Your sister was out on the streets.

A couple of guys roughed her up and I helped her out.

Don't give me that lousy lie.

You're not going to shoot that thing, are you?

I guess you are.

I'm serious, Hammer.

I shoot vermin back in Michigan and I won't hesitate shooting you here.

All right, now Louise.

Give me.

Listen, I don't like people pointing guns at my face.

You don't have to worry about the vermin around here.

The roaches eat them.

Now sit down and talk.

First of all, you can tell me what made Sally

so desperate that she had to run away from home.

Where was her family when she had to go out on the streets?

You don't understand.

Then explain.

Our parents were dead.

I did the best I could to raise Sally.

Into a hooker?

That's not fair.

She was a good kid.

She had friends.

She was in the poor age.

Yeah, well she didn't come to New York for a milking contest.

There was something going on with her that I never knew about.

A few weeks ago she met this guy.

A real low life.

I may have had the pleasure of serving him lunch.

Yeah, well she changed a lot.

Then before I knew what she was gone.

Why didn't you ever talk to this guy?

Fuck, Derwin.

I don't know where he is.

I would love to get my hands on him.

That makes two of us.

I'm all right.

Somebody's got to pay.

Yes, they do.

And they will.

I can promise you that.

I didn't hire you.

I know.

I hired me.

If you're looking for any kind of expert, New York has it.

And Moochie Barnes was an expert at running numbers.

His girls collected the cash and probably more information than the CIA.

I thought Derwin, huh?

Doesn't do a thing for me, Michael.

But then again, I'm not working street corner bets these days.

We have become distinctly more uptown.

Yes, I've noticed.

But I need this one, Moochie.

Our 10 girls have been strangled so far.

I read the newspapers, Michael.

I don't just look at the pictures.

I know the streets I'm safe.

Look, my curry is the beginning to squirm.

Oh, is that what's doing it?

Well, my guess is whoever's killing these runaways

is the same one that took care of Sally Jordan.

You know, Michael, the working girl I used to deal with, a Jackie Millis,

took in a runaway named Sally.

Could be the same one.

Could be.

What do you know about her?

Jackie got into trouble, got a Ron busted.

What happened to the kid?

She ran out on her.

Where do I find this Jackie Millis?

I find the man who handles her Sherlock.

His name is Slide.

She'll be cruising his rounds about a half an hour.

Go to third and ask that.

Okay, thanks.

Well, Michael, be careful about this guy.

This guy goes off.

Jackie's on.

He busted it.

Need a ride, Mr. Hammer?

I'd like to show you my cruise control.

Thanks, sweetheart.

I'd love to, but I don't think my heart could take the acceleration.

Maybe next time.

It was a very colorful neighborhood.

Black, blue, and occasionally bloody.

You wouldn't want to walk your dog there unless it knew karate.

It wasn't hard to spot slide.

His car looked like a hook and ladder on steroids.

A little short, but I get it.

Stay away from my girls.

It's all I ask.

Stay away from my girls.

Whoever was in that limo was apparently someone to be taken seriously.

You

know I could find Jackie Millis?

What do you want, woman?

Business?

Your name's Slide?

Yeah, I handle her business.

I'm a stockbroker.

Oh, yeah?

Is your stockbroker Bill?

Katie!

Are you suicidal or are you just stupid?

Get out of there.

Just where do you think you're taking my girl off the streets away from you?

He said I had to go with them, Ellen.

Oh, yeah?

Well, he was just blowing his smoke.

I think it is, Slide.

The lady doesn't want to play.

I don't need any help from your pimps.

What is the way I'm dressed?

Stay out of this.

The first thing you get is a bath.

Hey, we'll take care of this later.

That no see too good of bleeding hot chick whipping off one of my girls.

You with her?

No, look, I'm with myself.

Now just give me Jackie Millis' dress and I'm out of here.

You want this tie?

Yeah, they don't grow on trees, you know.

You could have fooled me.

You want this arm?

Ahh!

Give me Jackie.

Millis' dress?

Two, tenies, thirty seconds, Trent.

Ahh!

That's where you'll find your wheels, Mr. Slide.

Don't worry.

I think I've got insurance.

Jackie Millis lived in a nice neighborhood of

young professionals, which is exactly what she was.

I couldn't understand why somebody who spends their nights

walking streets would want to spend their days walking stairs.

Yes?

Jackie Millis?

Maybe.

My name is Mike Hammer.

I'm a private investigator.

I need some information.

Mm-hmm.

Dad, 411.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Look, honey, I know a great big man who doesn't want me talking to strangers,

unless I want another arm just like this one.

As a matter of fact, I know the same guy.

He sent me here.

Me, I come in.

Hey, wipe your feet.

I just vacuumed.

Hey, this is a nice place.

Yeah, well, you know, just because I work in the

streets doesn't mean I have to live in the gutter.

I like nice things.

Yeah, I can see that.

You're gonna make some guy a lovely wife.

I do.

About 10 to 15 times a night.

Tell me about Sally Jordan.

She didn't have any place to go.

Just scared for a kid, and when things got hot around her, she split.

Mm-hmm.

Was she mixed up with someone named Buck Derwin?

Be careful.

That's Auntie Cher.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, you know, she left in a hurry.

I... Yeah, I still got some of her things.

Is this him?

Yeah, that's him.

What can I find him?

I don't have any idea.

What are you doing here?

Slides waiting downstairs to see you.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm busy all day.

Come on.

Not in here!

My baby!

No!

No, no, no!

Oh!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Not the lamp!

Oh!

Wait a minute!

That's an antique.

Do you need some mouth to mouth resuscitation?

Oh, yes, I do, but he could use it more.

I lied.

That's not fair!

Cut it out!

You want

to play games now?

Thanks, Brad.

He was out on the street strangling runaways.

I didn't know who it was, but I did know I was glad that Mr. Roger Pape from Trenton,

New Jersey came along to give me a hand.

You know, people like you were nature's way of telling me I'm getting too cynical.

Well, I figure in this world we're going to help each other when we're lost.

Listen, Mike, you were told that you were a private investigator.

Yeah.

Probably get around, huh?

I wonder if I could ask you a favor.

You got it.

Look, have you ever seen her?

No, she doesn't look familiar.

Right here.

Who is she?

This is my wife, Christine.

We haven't been married very long.

But we had a little fight.

Christine ran off to New York.

I came here and I've been looking for.

No luck.

Have you checked with missing persons?

That was the first place I thought.

I went back to my office for a clean shirt.

But Beldah had some pretty dirty facts.

Mike, did you know that close to a thousand runaways pour into the city each day?

They're mostly from middle-class, average American homes?

Really?

Makes you wonder what they're running away from?

That's probably what they think they're running to.

Excitement, thrills, the promise, a better thing.

Yeah, like sleeping on park benches or eating on a garbage pit.

Well, you know, most of them are never going to see their mothers or fathers again.

More husbands.

I just met a guy, had a young wife, she ran away from them.

Where's that pacifier?

You mean you're actually going to use it?

Well, I really would like a cigarette, but I figure I've been beaten up enough today.

Here.

Oh, thanks.

Listen, a pimp named Slide is mixed up with these runaways.

And I need to find out why he's paying off a guy who rides around in a black limo.

I'll get right on.

Listen, this guy's slide handles a girl named Jackie Millis.

Now Sally used to live with Jackie, but then she left, went

back to Buck Durbin, and he put her out on the streets.

It's too bad.

That pattern happens over and over again.

Why do they call these things pacifiers?

The more I use them, the more violent I get.

We always seem to be meeting over the barrel of a gun.

It's part of my social life.

How'd you get in?

I told you're super.

I was your interior decorator.

Thank you, did you hear?

I don't think you believed me, buddy.

You let me in anyway.

My super's a very trusting soul.

But you're not.

Not often.

Well, neither am I, Hammer.

I would like to know what you found out.

Is there anything new in Buck Durbin?

I'm working on it.

Yeah, in a hard way.

Can you please just tell me what's happening?

I've been sitting here going a little bit crazy waiting, you know?

Look, your sister got into a hassle with Buck Durbin.

When she tried to get away from her, all she really wanted to do was to go home.

So why didn't you just call me?

How about pride?

Seems to run in the family.

And dumb.

Maybe that runs in my family, too.

I'm sorry, this should be hung up.

Wait a minute.

Don't...no, no, no, no, no, no!

Sorry about that.

I tried to warn you.

This is not my day.

So you got many girls that way?

Not unless they allowed to shovel.

Either to go.

Can I make a call?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

So if you hear anything at all about Buck, you'll call me?

I may call you anyway.

How much would you charge to do some modeling for me?

Well, sweetheart, if you have to ask, you can't afford it.

Oh, well.

Mike, saw you coming to order for you?

How did you know what I wanted?

Comes to fear I can read you mine in 50 yards.

If I can get you anything else, just call me.

The number is 555-1223.

My favorite number.

Well, did it run down on Buck, Derwin?

This guy's human garbage.

Tells us young girls bring some to New York, works them over, turns them out,

that sells them for what he can get.

Do you know where to find him?

He didn't make Captain by doing the Chief's laundry.

Well, I bet it helped.

Well, I should.

Derwin flops in various places of the city, but he hangs in the house kitchen area.

How's the kitchen?

Great, Pat.

Oh, listen, something else.

Her name is Christine Payton.

She's been missing for about three months, had a fight

with her husband, ran into the city, and then disappeared.

He's been looking for her ever since.

Ah, see what I can do.

Thanks for inviting me along.

Hey, how'd it come to you?

It's Buck Derwin who has it coming to him.

Hi, Sugar.

Want a party?

Thanks, sweetheart, but I'm a little low on confetti.

Listen, you don't have any chance to know what Buck Derwin, do you?

Yeah, unfortunately.

Where can I find him?

Derwin's dying at two blocks down.

Don't eat the food.

Thanks for the tip.

Easy money.

You ever want to invest in a real nice time?

I owe you a discount.

I'll make a note.

We're going to have a great time.

Doobie's Diner was a hangout for down-and-out kids who could sell you anything.

Anything but hope.

That's him.

Yeah, it sure is.

Wait here.

Hello, Buckie.

How could you hurt Sally?

I don't do anything to Sally.

I was here that I'd ask anybody inside.

Yeah, a great bunch of references.

Smash of him.

All right, just hold on, Louise.

Now why did you bring Sally to New York?

When you get married?

We loved each other.

I didn't even go after she took off.

Yeah!

All right, wait, Louise, took off where?

Pier 29, it's this place.

She said they'd help her there.

I don't understand.

You loved her.

Then why'd you let her sell her body on the street?

Hey, man, I had to eat.

You had to what?

What are you going to do to me?

Me?

Nothing.

Louise?

Where'd you learn to do that?

Greenwall College.

Oh, yeah?

What was your major?

You're getting college.

I'm a coach.

Intramural, hand-to-hand combat.

Tennis and gymnastics.

I took a self-defense course.

You're good for me, ma'am.

The feeling is mutual, Jordan.

I think the police will get anything out of the book.

I'm sure he'll hope so.

That place, Pier 29?

Don't worry about a thing.

Beld is working, honey.

Listen, I promised you that I would find this guy and I mean it.

You've got to.

When I was eight years old, my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas.

I told her a baby sister.

And next year, Sally was born.

When mom and dad died, she was all I had left.

I really took good care of her.

I just want to know how I wish the world wasn't such an ugly place.

It doesn't have to be.

It was way too early when I got a call that Barring didn't need it to see me.

I wasn't surprised to find him in a TV studio.

If he spent as much time in front of a jury as

he did in front of a camera, he'd be dangerous.

Meanwhile, valuable seconds were ticking away.

Easy, easy, easy.

I'm starting to look like I'm being embalmed.

I'm doing the best I can, sir.

Well, natural, keep it natural.

That's the key.

Sure, sure.

It's been a long week.

Tell me, do you think I have a best angle?

You look fine from here.

Thanks, Dearest.

My face that's going to be in the camera.

Found her this morning under the west side highway.

Another strangling.

Hello, Hammer.

I'm sorry to drag it down here, but we had an urgent development.

What?

They're right on her mascara?

Look, I don't have time for Battle of the Wits.

Look at the picture, please.

She's a runaway and a hooker.

Your favorite combination.

That's why I figured maybe you knew her.

As a matter of fact, I ran into a yesterday in Hell's Kitchen.

It's getting me quite a coincidence.

Yeah, that's all it is.

Come on, Hammer.

You've got to know something I don't know.

Barrington, that's impossible.

Well, Buck Durbins in jail, I guess that lets him off the hook.

We had to cut him loose.

Just down a rattle by panned out.

What?

Well, the wheels of justice just had a flat.

Coming.

Well, uh, I'm not through with you yet.

I know, but the show must go on.

Right.

Well, hold the phone.

Hold the phone.

Okay, I'm ready.

You know, you remind me of my third husband.

Really?

How many times have you been married?

Twice.

Dr. Brothers, it's a pleasure to meet you.

It's so delightful to meet you finally.

I was wondering if I could ask you a favor.

I don't want to impose.

And if I am, please let me know.

This is wasting time.

Yeah.

But I was wondering if you and I could switch chairs.

Switch chairs?

Yes, it may sound silly to you, but I feel more

comfortable when my right side is to the camera.

Of course I understand completely.

I'd be happy to change.

Thank you so much.

Well, excuse me.

Oh, really appreciate it.

Your left side looks just fine.

Do you think so?

Oh, yes.

Well, maybe we should switch back.

Mr. Barrington, this is it.

I'm ready.

Welcome to Newsbeat.

On this edition, an interview with special prosecutor Lawrence Barrington.

And noted psychologist Dr. Joyce Brothers.

Their topic, the shocking runaway strangulation murders.

Thank you, Dave.

Dr. Brothers, now you and I both know the type of element that prays on runaway kids.

The lowest.

Well, not necessarily.

Many people are a successful, even eminent members of the community.

I better your expertise.

However, in this particular case, I feel it's safe to assume that this

strangler is obviously a degenerate and the truest sense of the word.

On the contrary, often apparently respectable people prey on vulnerable youngsters.

But surely, there must be some way.

I mean, you, for example, must be able to narrow it down.

No, not at all.

I'd run the risk of making a serious mistake.

After all, it could be anybody, probably someone we least expect.

Almost 60% are leaders, captains of industry, even politicians or attorneys.

Attorneys.

Just some kind of a day, my man.

Yes, sir.

You know the picture you gave me?

Christine Pate?

If I'm a straggled in the west side highway two months ago.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, Mike.

I can notify her husband.

Thanks, Pat.

I'll do it.

I owe him one.

Sure.

Sometimes simple words are the toughest things a man has to face.

I got the message to reach you.

You, uh, you have news about Christine?

Yeah.

I'm afraid it's not good, Roger.

Well, where is she?

She alive?

The police found that she's dead.

Oh, son.

I was frustrated.

I was angry.

I was ready to blow somebody away.

But who?

The search continued as Valda had dug up Pier 29.

It was a ramshackle place that took in runaways.

And runaways were the innocent prey of this psychotic animal.

Excuse me, Pier 29?

That's what the sign's gonna say.

Thanks.

Hi.

Well, hello.

Remember me?

Yeah.

It's like you've improved your lifestyle.

Yeah.

Things are going a lot better for me now.

Good.

Ellen's down at the end of it.

What a nice difference from the first time I met her in the back of Slides Pitmobile.

Take care of the kitchen and do it right this time.

So, you're Ellen.

What are you doing here?

What can you tell me about a girl named Sally Jordan?

Aren't you a pimp?

Not lately.

My name is Mike Cameron.

I'm a five investigator.

I understand Sally's been some time here.

Yeah.

Nice girl, but too much pride.

She wouldn't take charity.

Said she wanted to earn her ticket back home.

Sad.

Yeah.

Why didn't you keep her here?

This isn't juvenile hall.

It's Pier 29.

Kids come here on their own.

They work their way.

I don't care what they've done.

Just what they're about to do for themselves.

Better work.

Well, I make it for Mr. Hammer.

Cause I've been there.

Born away at 14 on the streets at 15 in the gutter at 15 and a half.

I got out because somebody helped me just that much.

I give some of it back.

But that's all I can do.

See it here on A&E.

As much as I hated the thought of Barrington being right,

it did seem like the killer was following at my heels.

And I hated that thought worse.

Mike, it's all over the news.

You okay?

I've been a lot better.

Well, we got three victims, all last seen with you.

What possible reason could this killer have to follow you around?

That's a good question.

Lack of taste.

Very funny.

Listen, if you get up my back, maybe I can figure this thing out.

I have an idea.

You can be used to us for once.

Hallelujah, whatever you got in mind.

We get a woman from Vice Squad.

Somebody who looks young.

She makes contact with you on the street.

And we see who takes the bait.

Come on, it's too risky.

We can't predict how this guy's gonna act.

This guy's a real wacko.

Keep an eye on her.

It's gonna be hard to arrange.

She's gonna take time.

We do not have.

Then you better get busy.

Mike, can I talk to you for a minute?

What is it?

I've got an idea.

You're asking for a lot of trouble.

It's worth trying.

Playing bait for a psycho without police backup.

Look, I've got this.

And I've got you watching.

Wrong.

This game is called on account of stupidity.

Come on.

Mike, we don't have time.

We can't wait for the police.

And if he is following you, he can be watching us right now.

And waiting.

Mike, it's worth a chance, please.

Okay.

Thanks.

Now listen, I'll do those by watching.

If anything goes wrong, you start yelling.

You understand?

Well, mine, Hammer.

I don't need you in my hair, Hammer.

I've got enough problems paying that bookie big money not to take away my girls.

Get here with me.

Squeeze until we pop us.

This

is where your little sister got it.

So you did kill, Sal.

I know you're going to kill me, too.

Hold it right there, fucking.

Don't come any closer, Hammer.

It's hard to strangle somebody when your hands are full.

Hey, I was just trying to scare her.

I haven't killed anybody.

Don't make me start now.

Further gun over.

Try, Hammer!

Alright.

Oh, thank you.

You rather want you to pre-stain.

Now you have to be punished.

Hey!

Keep out of it, Mike.

This is just between me and Christine.

Why did you want to be a prostitute?

What are you going to learn, Christine?

Why do I have to keep punishing you and punishing you?

Come on.

Leave us alone, Mike.

You owe me one.

Move it.

Come on, Christine.

You know,

I've always dreamed of taking an ocean voyage.

On the arts and river?

Thanks, Hammer, for styling.

The nightmare was over.

And for the moment, it felt good just drifting out to sea.

Double O7 spills his guts tonight, as Roger

Moore comes to biography at 8E Street 9 Pacific.

Now, Laura and Remington become involved in a bizarre

tale of infidelity and embezzlement next on A&E.

Thank you.