All language subtitles for Hunter - S03 E14 - Requiem for Sergeant McCall.eng

DEE DEE MCCALL My husband

was murdered by this man.

I want $1 million for
every year I spent inside.

I shot your husband.

You got that?

IA has instructed me to
put you under suspension.

Moody's ruined your
life once already.

Don't let him do it again.

Drop the gun, lady.

I'm a cop.

I said, drop it.

You were found on that
roof with a gun in your hand.

The DA thinks you're
guilty as hell.

I swear to God, I'll see
you to the gas chamber.

Oh, god.

No.

My husband, Detective
Sergeant Steve McCall,

was murdered in cold
blood by this man

less than five years ago.

With all due respect and
sympathy to Sergeant McCall,

the charge is manslaughter
and this is not a trial;

it's a parole hearing..

Mr. Brovard is
right, Sergeant McCall.

This is only to determine inmate
Moody's eligibility for parole.

We have to confine ourselves
to the facts of the record.

Unfortunately, the record
doesn't reflect the truth.

The most important
part of my testimony

was stricken as hearsay.

That doesn't make
it any less true.

This man called my husband
at home, he set up an ambush,

and he shot and killed him.

Really, this can't go on.

Sergeant, please.

Sorry.

It's just that one
miscarriage of justice

occurred when the
jury found this inmate

guilty of only manslaughter,
not murder in the first degree.

Now, if you let him...

All right.

That'll be all, Sergeant.

Please.

Mr. Brovard, you may proceed.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Moody's conduct as an
inmate has been exemplary

and he's shown deep
remorse for the act

which led to his imprisonment.

I'm sure the board will
agree that Mr. Moody

has earned the right to parole.

This case has been closed
for five years, McCall.

I'm not asking you to reopen
the case of my husband's death;

I'm asking you to reopen the
homicide case my husband was

working on when he was killed.

Homicide case?

That's right.

Diana Duquesne was murdered and
Steve was that close to proving

it when he was killed.

Correct me if I'm
wrong, but didn't

the coroner's jury decide
that her death was accidental?

Steve would have
proven that it wasn't.

Is all of this because his
killer is coming up for parole?

Captain, my husband's
reputation in this department

was destroyed as soon
as that jury brought

in a verdict of manslaughter.

That meant that they
believed Moody's claim

that Steve was harassing him.

I wrote a summary of the
case after Moody's trial.

Please read it.

Hey, Harry, your nose tell
you it's dinner time, huh?

Hey.
Hey.

Hey, get out of there.

Get out of there.

You know what that
does to your liver?

What's the matter, you
on a hunger strike?

See?

It's not so bad a life.

DEE DEE MCCALL This case

began when my husband,
Detective Sergeant Steve McCall,

was dispatched with his
partner, Sergeant Sam Bullins,

to investigate a possible
homicide at the Bel Air home

of Diana and Roger Duquesne.

Diana Duquesne's body was
found at 6:20 PM face down

in her bathwater by Mrs. Ann
Ridley, who had taken care

of Diana since she was a child.

When was the last time
you saw Mrs. Duquesne alive?

No more than half an hour
before I found her like that.

Now, the two of
you were alone here,

you didn't see anyone else?

No.

No one at all.

What made you think
she was murdered?

They hated her, all of them.

God forgive me for saying so.

Who hated her, Mrs. Ridley?

The three of them.

That actor that she married and
those two ungrateful children.

On the contrary, Sergeant,
I loved my wife very much.

And so did David and
Julie, her children.

Mrs. Ridley said there was...

Mrs. Ridley hasn't
liked anyone since Diana's

first husband died.

And you were on your boat
till 6:30 this evening?

Yes.

With my business
manager, four businessmen

presenting an offer, and three
or four assorted accountants.

You mean you haven't
arrested him yet?

Please, David, not now.

Not now?

Then when, for God's sake?

This is a very
difficult time for...

My mother is dead
and he killed her.

We haven't established
yet that your mother's death

was anything but an accident.

Someone hit her on the
head and drowned her.

Some accident.

David, please don't yell.

David and Julie Lawrence

had been playing mixed
doubles in a televised

celebrity tennis
tournament at the time

of their mother's death.

Their alibis was airtight
as Roger Duquesne's, but

the coroner's findings
made Steve doubt

that her death was accidental.

OK.

There was blood, her
blood, on the faucet.

But according to Barney, there
wasn't a trace of skin or hair

along with it.

The blood could have been put
there in Barney's opinion.

He also said that the
coroner's jury would probably

rule it is an accident.

I don't see how they can.

Oh, come on, Steve.

All three of your suspects
had ironclad alibis.

Diana just had too much to
drink and did a nosedive

into her bubble bath, that's it.

No, Sam.

That is not it.

She also left $270 million
to three people who were

always asking her for money.

And according to Mrs.
Ridley, Diana Duquesne

is charged saying
no to all three

of them and they
hated her for it.

Yeah.

Mrs. Ridley, now there
is a reasonable suspect.

At least she was there.

Come on, Sam.

She lost a cushy job,
she got nothing pension.

Being there has
nothing to do with it.

Duquesne or one of the
kids hired the job done.

OK.

But as senior partner
in this outfit,

I'm calling it in
as an accident.

Now, you want to
pursue another line

of investigation, that's why
they made you a detective, kid.

Steve decided to stake

out the Duquesne family
mansion and he was getting

less than four hours
sleep each night,

but his persistence
finally paid off.

Excuse me.

A guy just walked in here.

He's about my height,
light brown hair,

green leather jacket.
You see him?

Yeah.
I seen him.

He came in and walked
right through the joint

and out the back.

Didn't your mom ever tell you
you could go blind doing that?

Stop me when I need glasses.

There's a very good
test for this, you know?

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hm.

How many fingers
am I holding up?

One.

That's very good.

What is that finger pointing at?

Two of the greatest lips
in this room or any other.

You pass.

But I think you're going to
need regular examinations.

You also have to get some sleep.

I'm too tired to sleep.

Come on, baby.

Five minutes.

OK.

But it's not going to work.

Well, you might
surprise yourself.

Come on.

Five minutes, babe.

It's not going to work.

Come on.

Something about you turns me on.

Do you suppose it's the uniform?

I hope not because
I'm taking it off.

I can't lost either way.

No, you can't.

Oh, no.

I'll get it.
- No.

Honey, you stay here.

Reserve your strength.

- Who is it?
- Rick Hunter.

I have some information
for Sergeant McCall.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm very sorry about the
hour, but Steve wanted

these as soon as they came in.

Yeah.

That's OK.
- Hey, Rick.

What have you got?

How you doing, Steve?

The Moody file.

Take a look at that.

Rick, this is Dee Dee.
Dee Dee, this is Rick.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- How are you?
- Oh, yeah.

That's my man.

Rodney Alistair Moody.

Let's pick him up.

On what grounds?

Just for questioning.

A station wagon registered
to Diane Duquesne

leaves that house at
1:00 in the morning,

picks this guy up, drops
him off a few blocks later.

I want to know who
was driving that car.

Well, yeah.

But Steve, if he
refuses to tell you,

then haven't you just put
him ad the driver on guard?

Is she always like this?

You mean smart,
careful, by the book?

Yes.

All right.

I'll think of something.

I'll call you in the morning.

Nice meeting you.

Nice to meet you.

It's about time.

All Steve does is
talk about you.

Aw.

Now you know the awful truth.

Yes, I do.
Good night.

Bye.

Where were we?

Hello?

Let me speak to your husband.

Who is this?

It's a friend.

It's very important.

Hey.

Hm?

It's a man.

Won't give his name.

He wants to talk to you,
says it's important.

Hello?

Want to clue me in?

Somebody wants to tell
me who was in that station

wagon with Moody.

Who?

I don't know.

From the voice I'd say male,
Caucasian, probably a smoker.

Where?

He's at the Sideshow Club,
a place in North Hollywood.

I love you, baby.

I'll be back before
the pillow gets cold.

Promise?

Mm-hm.

Who is it?

Rick Hunter, Dee Dee.

Where's Steve?

Steve's been shot.

Where is he?

What hospital did
they take him to?

He didn't make it.

He died on the way.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

No.

DEE DEE MCCALL Rodney Moody

claimed that Steve had
been harassing him,

had followed him to the Side
Show club, and attacked him.

My testimony about what
Moody said to Steve

was rejected as hearsay
and his attorney

convinced the jury I couldn't
have recognized Moody's voice.

He was found guilty
of manslaughter.

No connection was
ever established

between Moody and the
death of Diana Duquesne.

Her death was classified
as an accident.

Ask Sergeant McCall
to come in here, please.

Sit down, McCall.

I read your report
and I must say that I

sympathize with your position.

Captain...

Please, let me finish here.

Your report is not objective.

It's full of personal opinions
and debatable conclusions.

Now, please let me finish.

But I think I know you well
enough to conclude that there

is some truth in it, so I'm
going to give you and Hunter

some time to check it out.
- Great.

Probably not much time.

It depends on what
you come up with.

That's OK.

This may be the
oldest and the thinnest

trail I ever put a cop on, so
I may pull you off at anytime.

And if I do, I don't want
to hear any arguments.

Agreed.

One more thing,
remember that Moody

is a free man with full
constitutional rights

the minute he steps out
of that state prison.

Ron Moody just made parole.

Two hours ago, he boarded
the plane for Los Angeles.

I'll give you one guess why he's

writing down that phone number.

He figures his
phone's tapped and I'll

bet you he plans on getting
a call from that phone

right there.

Hello?
Shut up.

Don't talk.

Just write down this number.

555-9195.
Go to a pay phone.

Call me at that number
in exactly 30 minutes.

We got to talk about money.

We're a pair of geniuses, right?

Only if it rings.

I win the washer and dryer.

Congratulations.

First thing I need
from you is a safe number

I can call you at.

No, first you listen up.

I did five years because you
let a cop follow you to me.

You know how I spent my time?

Figuring how much it was going
to cost you when I got out.

I know how much you got
off that job I did for you.

Our original deal
doesn't even come close.

We've got to talk a settlement.

I'll tell you exactly.

I want $1 million for every
year I spent inside, $5 million.

I want it bearer bonds
and I want it in 48 hours

or I sell the rights
to the untold story.

I'll be in touch.

1PCE697.

This is L56.

Request a DMV on
California license plate

1 Peter Charlie Edwards 697.

California
1 Peter Charlie Edward 697.

1986 Chrysler LeBaron registered
to Ridgecrest Leasing Company,

9970 Wilshire, Beverly Hills.

Leased to Rodney A. Moody.

Yes, Madam.

The name, please?

The name is Sergeant.

I have one of your patrons
under surveillance.

I'd like that corner table
next to the pillar, please.

I'd like another drink.

Babe, you can have as much as
you want of whatever you want.

So can you if you'd stop
looking at me like that.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I've never seen
anybody as beautiful as you.

Well, not for a
few years anyhow.

Waiter, let's have a couple
of more drinks over here.

Dee Dee McCall.

For god sakes, keep moving.

I'm running a surveillance here.

Sergeant Dee Dee McCall,
straight from the land

of hearsay testimony.

Still out for blood.

I've got good news
for you, Sergeant.

I'm a fully
rehabilitated citizen.

I shot your husband for exactly
the reasons I gave at my trial.

I have deeply regretted it ever
since and I've done my time.

You killed Diana Duquesne and
you're going to go to the gas

chamber for it, buddy.

I'm going to my PO.

I've still got rights.

They're not going to let
some vigilante cop follow

me around making death threats.

You got that?

OK, little lady.

You call the game.

You've probably got a wire on
you so I'll do this in a way

just the two of us
will understand.

Oh.

You just lost the
first round, babe.

I understand why you
decked this guy, Moody,

but why did you have to do
it in a crowded restaurant?

I have no choice but to turn
Terwilliger loose on this.

Otherwise, the press
is going to make

a martyr out of this creature.

I understand, sir.

Moody has agreed
to drop his complaint

if you agree not to
interfere with, follow,

or harass him in any way.

Agreed?

I am not being suspended?

Bernie Terwilliger
will file his report

and we'll evaluate it.

Moody's ruined your
life once already.

Don't let him do it again.

Don't worry.

I won't.

What did you get on
the car leasing place?

Arrangements were
made by telephone

and paid for by
cashier's check by Howard

Beauvoir, Moody's attorney.

He's one of the priciest
criminal attorneys

in Los Angeles.

It makes you wonder how
he's picking up that tab.

You can guess how
far I got with that.

I know, client-attorney
privilege.

- McCall...
- Don't worry.

I'm not going near Moody.

But there are at
least three cages

I plan to rattle real hard.

- Sergeant Hunter?
- Yes.

- I'm Roger Duquesne.
- Mr. Duquesne.

How are you?

This is my friend and
business advisor, Burt Sorensen.

Mr. Sorensen.

My wife's children,
David and Julia.

Hi.

How are you?

I'd like to introduce my
partner, Sergeant McCall.

Widow of Detective
Sergeant Steve McCall.

Name ring a bell?

What is this?

Diana Duquesne's death
has been reclassified

as a possible homicide.

Thereby, it's open
again for investigation.

So you have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that
right, anything you...

This is the best news
I've heard in years.

Are you finally going
after this bloodsucker?

David, please.

Don't start.

I don't want this
dredged up all over again.

Come on, sweetie.

Sit down.

As we understand it,
after your wife's death,

you inherited half the
estate and the other half

went to her two children.

Is that correct?

Sergeant, I will
answer any questions

you put to me about
my wife's death,

but I'm afraid our financial
affairs are very private.

No, Roger.

That aspect of your financial
affairs is not private.

It's a matter of public record.

Mr. Duquesne and
these two young people

share in the income
from the estate,

which is quite substantial.

But, uh, they were
equally well-off

when Mrs. Duquesne was alive.

Where's Miss Ridley?

Why do you ask?

I want to talk to her.

Well, she worked for me after
Mommy died, but then she's...

She kind of let go.

She started drinking and
she developed diabetes

and she died a few months ago.

All right.

Thank you.

If any of you
would like to speak

with either myself
or Sergeant Hunter,

you're welcome to
do that in private.

Is that it, that's all?

Unless you have
something to add.

No.

I just assumed that when
you asked for this meeting,

you had something
substantial to tell us.

Well, I don't have to
tell you that Rodney Moody

has been released from prison.

He's out on parole.

You have my sympathy
on that, Sergeant.

Rodney Moody's attorney is a man

by the name of Howard Brovard.

Do you know him?

No, we never met.

Well, look him up, Roger.

I have a feeling you're
going to need him.

David, please.

If you don't stop,
I'm going to leave.

Again, thank you.

You can reach us both at
Metro Division Homicide.

I spoke to Hunter.
He said you'd still be here.

Yeah.
Well, I'm almost finished.

I'm on your side.

You know that, don't you?

Why'd you tie my hands, Captain?

You tied your own hands when
you popped Moody in the chops.

Yeah.

You're right.

But it was worth it.

I know what you
mean, off the record.

Oh, look.

You were just starting
to get in good there.

You and Hunter
are important to me.

I don't want either
of you getting

into departmental trouble.

You're good cops, both of you.

Well, gee.

I mean it.

Well, you're forgiven
for wrecking my life.

Thanks.

Good night, McCall.

Good night, Captain.

Homicide, Sergeant McCall.

Yeah.

All right.
In 20 minutes.

I'll be there.

Mr. Lawrence.

Thank you for coming.

A soda with lime, please.

And another one of these.

You know, you're a
very attractive woman.

Uh, somehow I don't
think that's what

you called me here to tell me.

I mean you probably
could have been anything.

Why did you want to be a cop?

Are you doing an
interview for the "Peace

Officers Gazette" or what?

Just trying to break the ice.

Consider it broken.

Let's get to why you called me.

I called you here because...

Thank you.

Thank you.

I called you because I wanted
to have a drink with you.

To our mutual interest in seeing
Roger Duquesne on death row.

Are you always this much fun?

Mr. Lawrence, I am tired and
I have a lot of work to do.

And at this moment, you are
not making my life any easier.

Well, that's what you think.

You know that guy you
were talking about, Moody?

I saw him and my ex-stepfather
together yesterday morning.

Where, what time?

It was a little after
9:00 at the house.

I keep some of my cars there.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

I didn't put it together
until, uh, Moody called

again after you left today.

How do you know it was Moody?

Roger called him by name.

What did they say?

I don't know.

Uh, I heard somebody coming
and I hung up the phone.

But, uh, I picked it
up a few minutes later

and they were just
saying goodbye.

So I guess I missed
the good part.

Are you willing to make
this statement under oath?

Are you kidding?

Roger Duquesne is a killer.

He even knows how
to hire killers.

It is not going to any...

Custody, enough
to put Roger away.

I'll back you up under oath,
but not before he's in custody.

Drop the gun, lady.

I'm a cop.

I said drop it, now.

IA has instructed me to
put you under suspension.

I heard.

You're in big trouble,
McCall, but not because of IA.

Even Bernie doesn't
believe you had anything

to do with Moody's death.

The DA has looked at the facts.

Moody shot your
husband, you tried

to stop Moody's parole he
gets out of the slammer,

you punch him out.

You're found on that roof with
a gun in your hand minutes,

maybe seconds, after
Moody hit the pavement.

The DA thinks you're
guilty as hell,

and he's putting together a
special investigative team

to go to work on you.

If I thought it would help,
I'd say, don't worry about it.

So go on home.

You stay there till
you hear from me.

Don't talk to the press,
don't talk to anybody.

Hey.

What do you say we
get some coffee?

I'm going home.

I thought you might
need someone to talk to.

Thanks, Rick.

I just want to get
the hell out of here.

Who is it?

It's your ex-partner.

Ex-partner, thanks a lot.

I brought you a pizza.

I thought it might cheer you up.

It's going to take a lot
more in a pizza to cheer me up.

This whole thing is so crazy.

It's so sick.

Everybody knows I didn't
push Moody off that rooftop.

Even Terwilliger knows it.

Terwilliger was
just doing his job.

You know that.

I followed Roger Duquesne
into that building.

Then Moody showed up.

I kept thinking, this
is such a coincidence.

Otherwise, I'm being set up,
just like Steve was set up.

You know, Duquesne has a witness

that says he was in
Sorenson's office

when Moody hit the sidewalk.

Firm receptionist allowed
Duquesne in at about 2:08.

He was there till 3:10.

Moody made the big hit at 2:15.

It's your case?

- Yep.
- You want a little help?

I think I'd like to check
out that receptionist.

You like living
dangerously, don't you?

Am I under arrest?

No, Mr. Duquesne.

You're not under arrest.

I'm only going to
take you downtown.

But I would like to
ask you some questions.

Telephone for you, sir.

It's Miss Julie.
- Oh.

Thank you, Peter.

Excuse me.

Hello, Julie.
No.

No, I can't just now.

Sergeant Hunter is here.

No, no.

No.

I'll call you back later on.

OK.

The beach house?

Goodbye.

You were an actor,
weren't you, Mr. Duquesne?

I am an actor, I just haven't
found a script I like lately.

It's been about
10 years, hasn't it?

I can afford to be selective.

Would that be
because your late wife

left you an annual income
of about $3 million?

Please get to the point.

The point is, Mr.
Duquesne, somebody hired

Rodney Moody to kill your wife.

Now, Moody got very greedy.

Then he followed you into
that office building.

Shortly after that,
somebody pushed him

off the roof of that building.

I was also in an
office of that building

when Moody was pushed off
of it by your partner,

Sergeant McCall, I'm told.

I suggest you take
a very good look

at the receptionist's logbook.

I have.

Isn't it the same
receptionist who

used to work for you
before she went to work

for your business manager?

If you are claiming
she made a false entry,

I wish you luck
trying to prove it.

By the way, wasn't
Sergeant McCall

on the roof at the very
moment Moody hit the pavement?

I also have a witness that says

they saw you with Moody 48 hours
before Moody hit the pavement.

Since no such meeting
ever took place,

I can tell you exactly who
gave you that statement.

David has accused me of killing
his mother since the day she

died, but I didn't kill her.

That's all I have
to say, Sergeant.

If you need anything else
from me, talk to my lawyer.

I will.

I suggest to you do the same.

Thank you.

Good day.

David?

David?

David?

David?

Put that down.

You killed my mother and
you killed Rodney Moody.

Is it my turn now?

You lied to the police.

You told them you saw
me and Moody together.

You invented that story, David.

Why?

If t will help put you away,
I'll swear to it since Moody's

not around to deny it anymore.

I'm not going to take any
action against you for what

you said, except to deny it.

You may not know
this, but I tried very

hard to be a father to you.

I finally had to give up because
you never forgave me for taking

your mother away from you.

Oh, you're a
psychiatrist now, huh?

No.

I think I'm still
trying to be a father.

Maybe I should have
consulted a psychiatrist.

If you're sick enough
to claim that you

have seen me and Moody
together, probably you need one.

God forgive me for the question
I'm going to ask you now,

but did you kill your mother?

Do you mean that?

You could even think I
may have killed my mother?

Until this man,
Moody, was killed,

I always thought Diana's
death was an accident.

Well, it sure as
hell wasn't an accident

and that cop Steve
McCall knew it.

Someone killed her.

If it wasn't you, who was it?

It doesn't matter.

It's history.

It could still be an accident.

If it wasn't you...

Don't say that, David.

We have to put all
this behind us.

You think it was
Julie, don't you?

I want this to stop right here.

I've got to see her.

You can't do this.

What if she's innocent?

That's what I've
got to find out.

No.
I'll talk to Julie.

Even if she's guilty,
we're not going

to do anything about
it, except to get

some private professional
help for her.

We can all go through this if
we pull together as a family.

No.

That's a laugh.

We were never a
family when Mother

was alive, always squabbling
over my father's money.

Shut up!

Just stay right here.

I'll call you just as
soon as I speak to Julie.

Hello?

McCall, Hunter.

Did you ever find out the
address to Julie's beach house?

Where are you?

I'm in Holmby Hills.

How about the address?

Give me five seconds
and fill me in.

What's going on?

Duquesne just
left, David Lawrence's house.

I think he's on his way
to Julie's beach house

to kill her.

All right.

You know the market
on Sunset and PCH?

Meet me there.
I'll be waiting for you.

All right?

Got it.

You said you were going to call.

So, what's up?

It's about David.

I think he's determined to
keep us on the front pages

of all the scandal sheets.

Well, I'll talk to him.

I can handle David.

Not anymore, Julie.

Why not?

That man, Rodney Moody.

His death changed everything.

Why?

The newspapers practically
accused that policewoman

of killing him.

Not a chance.

You think that Moody
would let her lure him

to the roof of that building?

Uh, you're saying you
think that policeman

was right, that someone hired
Moody to kill Mommy, hm?

Yes.

Someone who could lure
Moody to the building

where we keep our accounts,
safety deposit boxes,

our business office.

Have you told David about this?

No.

Why not?

David couldn't kill anyone
if his life depended on it.

Well, I guess that
leaves you and me, huh?

Roger, is this a confession?

David thinks you did it.

And he's right.

Your mother used money
like a whip, to keep you

and David permanent adolescents,
permanent dependents I never

blamed you for hating her.

But I never guessed
you could kill her.

Drop the gun, Julie.

Don't tempt me.

Drop it.

You heard her.

Give me the gun.

You're under arrest for murder.

It's all right, Julie.

Don't say a word, not one word.

I'll have the best lawyer
in the country representing

you by tomorrow morning.

Come on.

It is therefore my
solemn and belated honor

to award the Medal
of Valor to Detective

Sergeant Stephen J. McCall.

Signed, Donald J. Barker, chief.

Thank you.

Well, we're not
on vacation, folks.

Sorry it took so long, Sergeant.

Well, at least we got
Steve's reputation cleared.

That's what really matters.

Yeah.

Not bad for someone
whose hands were tied.

- You know what?
- Yeah.

You want that pizza now, right.
- Yes, I do.