All language subtitles for Hunter - S03 E16 - The Girl Next Door.eng

Good afternoon, sergeants.

Just a little misunderstanding
between me and LA's finest.

I'll have it cleared
up in a second.

Died some time last night.

Gunshot to the heart.

She fell in love
with a police officer,

a fellow police officer, by
the name of Riley Causland.

It's our bridal suite.

Come on, love muffin.

Hop on.

Want me to tuck you in.

Good morning to you too.

What makes you and these idiots

think you can put that on me?

This better be good.

Yeah, yeah.

Jeez.

Causland.

Hunter, I'm in trouble.

Yeah, you sure are.

It's 2 o'clock in the morning.

What are you doing?

Look, man.

You gotta help me.

Watch out with the
curtains, will you?

You gotta let me
stay here tonight, OK?

What do you mean?

Will you relax?

Don't turn the light off...

Causland, sit down.

Get in there.

Sit down right there.

It's too early to be
crazy like this, Causland.

Now look, it's 2
o'clock in the morning.

What's the problem?

I can't tell you yet.

Oh, come on.

Don't tell me yet.

Look, I'll tell you
first thing tomorrow.

I promise.

OK.

Over there on the window
seat is a blanket.

You'll find the pillows
there on the couch.

Good night.

I'm going to come down here
first thing tomorrow morning,

and this better be good.

Hey, Rick.

Thanks.

What?

I don't have time to explain.

Just take it.

I love you.

Hey.

Get him.

OK, Causland, rise and shine.

Riley?

Good morning to you too.

Charlie, what case
was Causland working on?

He isn't working on anything.

He's on vacation,
due back today.

Before he was on vacation,
what case was he working?

Nothing very important.

That's why he took the time off.

Why this sudden
interest in Causland?

That's OK, Charlie.

Thanks.

Have a nice weekend?

Yeah.

Could have fooled me.

I had a strange thing happen
to me last night, McCall.

What?

Just a second.

What?

- Hiya, Riley.
- Hey, Hunter.

How you doing?

Cut the crap, Riley.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about last night.

Look, I just got back from
vacation, and I got a lot of...

Don't jack me around here.

Look, I don't know what
you're talking about.

Hey, Causland,
Deputy Chief Wyler

wants to see you on the double.

What was that all about?

You all right?

Fine.

Don't we have some unfinished
business on the Defatta case?

Yeah.

We have to do the final
paperwork, get it from the ME,

and a deposition on
Defatta's brother.

Good.

You take the ME, I'll
take his brother.

You sure you're OK?

Hi, Riley.
Let's chat.

What the hell
are you doing, man?

Shut up.
Sit down.

Why the sudden loss of
memory this morning, huh?

I can't tell you.

The... I... I can't tell you that.

Yes, you can.
Let's have it, Riley.

I'm not leaving
until you tell me.

Look, I wish I could
tell you, but I can't.

You have to accept that.

Well, I don't accept that.

You think I'm nuts?

You show up at my house
last night like a wild man.

You beg me to let you
sleep on my couch.

In the morning, you disappear.

You show up at the
precinct this morning,

and you act as if
nothing ever happened.

Now, what's the
big secret, Riley?

Maybe I can help you.

You can't help me, man.

Nobody can.

Sit down.

I'm not leaving till
I get some answers.

Look, I gotta do this on my own.

You gotta give me some time.

I'll tell you the whole story
in a couple of days, all right?

But for now, it's just
between you and me.

Come on, Rick, please?

Look, Riley, you better
know what you're doing.

Glad you could make it.

I'm sorry.

I had to take care of
some personal business.

Barney, what do we got?

Well, we got a female,
Caucasian, mid 20s.

Cause of death,
I don't know yet.

Take a look.

Excuse me.

I'll need copies
of these prints as

soon as you can get them to me.

Any ID?

Nothing.

You don't know what
killed her, Barney?

Not a clue.

Autopsy will tell us, I hope.

Any indication of drugs?

We didn't find anything.

Why don't you guys come by
first thing in the morning?

Yeah.

Thanks, Barney.

Carlos.

Carlos, wake up.
- Come on, Carlos.

Wake up.

McCall, my little fox.

I was just having the most
wonderful dream about you.

Listen to this, I was
dead, lying on this gurney.

You guys were standing
over me, talking about me.

Hunter, you said
the nicest things.

You wanted to make sure
they buried me with my tuba.

No no, not with it.

In it.

I should have known
it was beyond him.

Where's Barney?

He went home to get some sleep.

He was here half the night.

Listen, we're looking
for a DB that was brought

in here late last night...

Blond, name's LaVonne Schofield.

You got a name on her?

Yeah, we ran her
prints last night.

Now, where's your report?

It's right here, little fox.

It'll be transcribed as
soon as Mabel gets in.

You should have it by 10:00 AM.

But I gotta tell you something.

I was looking over Barney's
shoulder all night long.

Come on, you're
going to love this.

Yeah.

So what's so
interesting here, Carlos?

Well, at first glance,
she's your average,

All-American girl.

Well-nourished, good teeth.

So Barney takes a
little blood sample,

and guess what he found.

Root beer.

Five ethyl, five 1-methylbutyl,

two thial, 10 barbiturate.

Carlos, what is that?

Sodium pentothal.

And not just traces...

Mega doses, like over 100 CCs.

We're talking more
than enough to make

her tongue a little loose.

Yeah, but I don't think
she did much talking.

Let me show you this.

Barney noticed these two bands
of slightly discolored skin

across her index and middle
fingers, which in and of itself

did not seem significant.

Until... conductive jelly,
like to conduct electricity.

Not the kind of stuff
we find on every corpse

they wheel in here.

Barney estimated time of death
between 1:00 and 2:00 AM, night

before last.

As to the cause of death,
traumatic, massive coronary

arrest.

When they turned
on the juice, well,

you see, she had this little
valve deformity, probably

didn't even know she had it.

So Barney doesn't think
they meant to kill her.

That's right.

OK, I'll check
out her apartment,

and you go back to the precinct.

No.

No, I'm not going to
go back to the station

and do paperwork all morning.
No way.

- We'll flip for it.
- I don't want to flip for it.

Why not?

- Because I always lose.
- So what?

It's good for you
to lose sometimes.

Every time?

Besides, I feel as though
your luck could change.

Come on.
- I'm gonna choose.

I can live with that.

Wait.

Let me see.

God.

Call it.

Heads.

I hate that.

Nobody is safe in
this country anymore.

How long has LaVonne
lived here, Miss Poston?

She moved here from
Texas two years ago.

If you want my opinion, she
should have stayed there.

Maybe she'd be alive today.

I mean, she was a
sweet young thing.

She couldn't hurt a fly.

I just can't believe this.

Did LaVonne have any friends?

Of course she had friends.

She had a lot of friends.

Oh, my god.

Oh, god.

Cybil.

Cybil?

That's her best friend.

She lives here across the hall.

Now, I don't know, I
really don't know how

I'm supposed to tell her this.

Do you think Cybil
would be home right now?

No, she wouldn't be home.

She... she'd be working,
because the two of them

worked together, Pacific
Industries, down on 4th Street.

OK.

Thanks, Miss Poston,
for your time.

I'm very sorry about LaVonne.

Bye.

I can't Believe she's dead.

I mean, who would want
to do such a thing?

Everyone loved her.

You were pretty close, huh?

Oh, we were like sisters.

We were.

Both from Texas, so we
had a lot in common.

When did you first meet?

A couple of years ago I guess,
right after she moved to LA.

Do you think it's
possible for me

to look through her desk,
her personal belongings

here at work?

Perhaps it might help me.

Yeah, yeah.

Sure, I'll show you
where everything is.

So, was there anything
else, anything unusual?

Oh, gosh.

Uh... well, a man called
a couple of weeks ago.

I don't know if
this means anything.

But, um, well, he thought I was
LaVonne because of my accent.

He started talking to me,
until I told him I wasn't her.

You know, she wasn't in.

Do you recall his name?

Yeah, I wrote it down.

It was Dr. Shapiro.

I remember because she
and I had the same doctor,

and it wasn't him.

Sergeant, I want
to help you find

this person who killed LaVonne.

I cared for her very deeply.

It's because of my
feelings for her

that I ask you to use
discretion with any information

I give you.

I understand that.

LaVonne was a very
sweet and innocent girl.

Unfortunately, these
endearing qualities of hers

caused her a certain
amount of pain.

What do you man?

She was born in a
little town in Texas.

Pruittville.

Yes, that's right.

Pruittville.

Her parents died when
she was very young,

and so she was raised by her
grandparents who she loved very

much, but those
advanced years stunted

the development of certain
social skills usually

acquired during puberty.

The point is,
Sergeant Hunter, she

had difficulty relating to men,
which is why she came to me.

LaVonne, at the age of
26, was still a virgin.

Yes, I'll hold.

Damn it.

Having fun?

Loads.
You know, this...

It's OK, officers.

Really, I have been
walking since I was two.

Well, I don't really
remember that far,

but my mama says I was a
pretty precocious child.

Good afternoon, sergeants.

Just a little misunderstanding
between me and LA's finest.

I'll have it cleared
up in a second.

Don't even bother to get up.

Ouch!
- Hello.

Yeah.

That's all you have?

All right, thank you.

What do you got?

Not much at all.

They found her car in Westwood.

She's got a clean
record, and there were

two sets of prints in the cars.

Her and somebody
named Cybil Taylor.

Yeah, I just talked to her.

What is this?

It's a birth certificate,
tax return, and personal ID.

You got a blood donor card too.

Where'd you get this stuff?

From her desk at
Pacific Industries.

What do they do there?

They make precision fasteners.

What?

Nuts, bolts, things like that.

Sounds exciting.

Says here she was born
in Pruittville, Texas,

May 2, 1960.

The people I talked to say she's

your typical ordinary
girl next door.

Well, who would want to torture

and murder the typical
ordinary girl next door?

Pruittville?

Where the hell is Pruittville?

Texas, 140 miles
south of London.

Are you telling me you can't get

any information on
this girl without going

to Pruittville, Texas?

Charlie, this is a real
strange case we have here.

This girl was the
ultimate all-American girl

next door profile, and she winds
up being tortured to death.

Now, we have tried
everything in LA.

We've come up empty.

Why don't you try calling
the law in Pruittville?

Charlie, we don't
want to check out

our only lead on a
long distance phone

call to somebody we don't know.

How much is it going to cost?

It's not going to cost
hardly anything at all.

Long View round trip airfare is
nothing, a couple motel rooms,

rental car...

$500 at most.

I'm going to hold
you to that, McCall.

Have a nice trip.

You know, I think that guy at
the rental car agency is right.

I mean, he grew up 30
miles out of Pruittville.

If we go in there and
start flashing our badges,

we're not going to get any
information from those guys.

When in Rome.

Yeah.

I think we ought to just
pretend we're married.

It'd be a lot easier.

OK, love muffin.

Love muffin?

You call all your
wives love muffin?

I'll pick you up a ring
when we get into town.

Oh, well, thank you
for that consideration,

but it really isn't necessary.

Love muffin!

Well, you're in luck,
Mr. and Mrs. Hunter.

This is our last room,
and it's our best one.

Well, that'll be fine.

What?

I said, that...
That will be fine.

Fine.

Now, what are you up here for?

County agricultural meeting?

No, we're up here
looking for my cousin.

Her name's Schofield.

Schofield.

I heard the name.

Never met any of them, though.

See, my wife and I, we've
only been here a few years.

We had a farm south of
Topeka, thought Texas would

be a good place to retire.

Folks are real nice here.

Yes, they are.

You know, I've been telling
my husband that for years.

This is his first visit
to this part of Texas.

Where you all from anyhow?

I'm originally from Dallas.

Oh.

Yes, but my husband's from LA.

Yeah?

Well... yeah, well, I think
you'll like the room.

It's real nice.

Of course it's real
expensive, $24 a night.

Does this room have a phone?

Certainly it's got a phone.

It's got everything.

It's got air conditioning,
vibramatic bed, king size.

You know, it's our...
It's our bridal suite.

We'll take it.

Oh, no!

Oh, yeah!

Ooh, yeah.

Well, now...
- This is terrible.

Look at this decor.

I know where I'm
gonna be right now.

Oh.

Oh!

Don't get too comfortable.

We do have work to do, you know.

Oh, vibrating bed.

I can't sleep on a
bed if it vibrates.

Sure, you can.

It's great.

Come on.

What side of the bed
do you sleep on anyway?

Right here in the middle, honey.

Uh, no.

You do have to move to
one side or the other.

I do have to have my
own space, you know.

I'll fit you in
the open areas here.

Come on.

Give it a rest.

Oh!

Guess what.

There are no Schofields
listed in the phone book,

and this one's current.

That's because
these types of rooms

made the Schofields
leave the city.

Come on, love muffin.

Hop on.

Let's go talk to the sheriff.

Come on.

You think the sheriff
will have some quarters?

Come on.

Great.

What is it, 6:15?

The place is closed up,
just like Orange County.

Let's go get some beer.

Want me to tuck you in?

I'm fine.

Just do me a favor.

Don't snore.

What makes you think I snore?

Who told you I snore?

Why do you think I snore?

Well, remember that...

That blonde you dated
last year with the...

Yeah?

Yeah, well, I talked to
her a little bit, you know.

Really?

She said you snore
like a freight train.

What... what else
did she say about me?

Good night.

No!

Turn off the bed.

Love muffin.

Turn off the bed, you idiot.

Why ain't you laughing?

Because you told me that
joke last week, twice.

Excuse me, we're
looking for the sheriff.

Well, you found him, ma'am.

What can I do for you?

My husband and I
are trying to find

my cousin, LaVonne Schofield.

The family is from
around these parts.

We just lost track of each
other a long time ago.

I... I thought maybe you
might be able to give

us some help to find her.

Yeah, Schofield, that's
an old Pruittville name.

In fact, there's an old building
next to the depot over there

that's called
Schofield Building.

Have you tried looking her
up in the county phone book?

We sure did.

The name Schofield ain't
even in there no more.

No Schofields?

Mm-mm.

I don't have anything
on Schofield at all.

I guess they either
all died or moved.

Bud, do you know anything
about them Schofields?

They always kept a big old
place out there on route 28.

As far as I know,
it's still the family.

Yeah, that old broken down house

out there near Mansfield Road.

How do we get to Mansfield Road?

You take this main road,
take it on out of town,

can't miss it.
- Thanks.

Appreciate it.

Hey, if you find any of them
Schofields in that old house,

I'd sure like to know
what they have to say,

since ain't nobody
seen them for 20 years.

We'll let you know, thanks.

Well, nothing like a
hot tip on a cold day.

Do you think we should knock?

Avon calling.

Nobody's lived here in 25 years.

LaVonne couldn't have
been raised here.

Maybe this isn't
the Schofield house.

Let's get out of here.

This place gives me the creeps.

Hold on a second.

Old Bud was right.

This is definitely
the Schofield place.

Looks like it has
been for a long time.

Look at the dates
on these things.

Listen to this...

Elizabeth Clay Schofield,
born 1837, died 1883.

Daniel Clay Schofield, son
of Mary Elizabeth, born 1843.

Gave his life for the noble
cause of the Confederacy, 1862.

Hey, come here.

Our beloved baby, LaVonne
Schofield, born May 2, 1960,

died July 18, 1960.

Isn't that the date that was
on her birth certificate?

Yeah, that's her.

Look at my desk.

Every time I leave
and come back,

someone's always
monkeying with my desk.

Look at this.

Doris, Hunter.

Is Causland back
at his desk yet?

OK.

Uh, do me a favor.

Tell him as soon as
he gets in that I'm

waiting to talk to him, OK?

Well, you might say I have some
things to talk to him about.

Yeah, thank you, hon.

Bye.

So LaVonne Schofield turns
out to be a fraud, huh?

Quite professional
at that, Causland.

LaVonne Schofield died
when she was two months old.

Her mother died in childbirth,
and the baby went to go

live with the grandparents.

After the baby's
death, the grandparents

lived a short time
more, then after that,

that ended the family line.

So a couple of
years ago, somebody

gets a copy of LaVonne's
birth certificate

in the Pruitt county
seat, and bingo,

LaVonne Schofield lives again.

Very neat.

Hey, Hunter, Cybil
Taylor returned your call.

Says she wants you to call her
at her office or go see her.

That's where she is.

Thanks, Budge.

Listen, I think you're
on to something big.

Have you checked with the FBI?

Yeah, we gave them
the information.

They're going to get back to us
as soon as they find anything.

I don't know what this is,
but it's definitely weird.

Keep me posted, huh?
- Got it.

What do you mean she
wasn't who she said she was?

The birth certificate I
found in her desk the other day

belonged to a LaVonne Schofield
of Pruittville, Texas.

Now, she was born May 2, 1960.

She also died two months
after that birthday.

The girl who occupied that
desk, we don't know who she is

or where she came from.

I find this very
hard to believe.

What we're trying to tell you
is that that girl is a fraud.

Now, is there
anything... anything

at all... that you can tell us
that would help us to determine

who she really was?

Well, there is one thing
I didn't tell you all about,

but she made me promise
never to tell anybody.

She had this boyfriend.

I saw them together once.

And when I mentioned
it to her later,

she told me to forget
I ever saw him.

When was this?

A month ago.

Did she tell you his name?

No.

She didn't want
to talk about it.

I figured he was
married or something.

Well, what did he look like?

He was good looking.

He was tall, dark hair.

Listen, would you do us a favor

and come down to the
station right now?

OK, now, how about this?

Yeah, that looks just like him.

Just like him.

Are you sure about that?

Well, it looks just
like I remember him.

Yeah.

Hold that.

Bear with me here.

That the guy?

That's him.

Yeah.

You folks know him or something?

Yeah, OK.

Well, let me know
if you find him.

No one's seen him today.

They called his home,
there's no answer.

Now, are you sure Causland came
to your house the same night

this Schofield woman, or
whatever the hell her name is,

was murdered?

Charlie, Causland
showed up at my house

2 o'clock in the
morning Monday night.

Now, Barnie puts the
death of the girl

at about the same time.

Go to his house.

If he isn't there, wait for him.

Got it.

Call in the plate.

Causland!

Riley!

The property is clear.

Let's get out of here.

Let's get a print
team down here too.

And then let's get
back to the station.

I got a real good
look at that guy,

and I don't want to forget him.

Yeah, that was a little fuller.

Um, eyes were a little
closer together.

Here's the report
on those prints.

Great, Budge.
Thanks.

Yeah.

What do you got?

Absolutely nothing.

What are you talking about?

Four guys without gloves
ripped that place apart,

and they don't have a
record on the prints?

That's crazy.

Hunter, McCall.

Probably some time last
night, gunshot to the heart.

Come on, get of here.

You got five seconds to tell
me why you're telling me.

I'm not at liberty to
discuss this matter with you.

All right, who do you work for.

May I?
- Sure.

I'm not at liberty to
discuss this matter.

That figures.

Pardon me, senor.

Do you have a reservation?
- No, I don't.

I'll only be a moment.

Hiya, Brad.

Surprised to see me?

Not really.

What's it been
now, a year since I

gave you the Zhukov case?

Why don't we talk about
this tomorrow at my office?

I have a friend of yours
out in the back of my car,

a special agent Brelsford.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

If you're having me followed,
Brad, I want to know why.

Because you're involved
with a case we're involved in,

and I don't want you involved.

LaVonne Schofield.

That's a murder case.

I get paid to solve those.

What we're working
on is a hell of a lot

more important than
your homicide case.

I want you out of it.

That's not going to happen.

You'd better come with me.

What's this look like
to you, Sergeant?

Oh, I don't know.

Greenwich, Connecticut, Amherst,
Massachusetts, you tell me.

Nevesgraad,
Ukraine, Soviet Union.

What the hell are
you talking about here?

There's a hot dog stand
with a Chevy out in front.

Mm-hmm.

These pictures were
taken in 1968 by one

of our Russian operatives.

They're the first
and last pictures

to ever come out of the Soviet
Union of a Potemkin Village.

A what?

Potemkin village.

Carefully selected Russian
youths are sent in their teens

to villages that look just
like small town America.

They stay there.

They learn to speak English
with the right accent.

They watch American TV.

They read American newspapers.

They are committed,
indoctrinated, Communist Party

cadres who end up looking
like the quintessential

red-blooded American.

Some of these villages
look like New England.

Some of them look like Montana.

Some of them look like
Pruittville, Texas.

LaVonne called us last week.

She wanted to defect.

She fell in love
with an American,

but she was afraid because
her family, her two brothers,

they were still in
the Soviet Union.

She asked us if we would
set up a meeting for her

in a safe place.

We arranged it.

She never showed.

You want to know why
she didn't show up?

Why?

Because she fell in love
with a police officer,

a fellow police officer by
the name of Riley Causland.

And now he's dead.

Now, come on, what
the hell is going

on over at Pacific
Industries that I

don't know anything about?

What are the Russians
doing over there?

I'm sorry, I cannot
risk having you

involved with this operation.

But I am involved in this.

Don't you understand that?

Come on, I am involved.

I've got a photograph, a
sketch of a man, one of the men

that ransacked Riley
Causland's house.

Now, you want to see that?

Sure.

Let's go see your sketch.

You know him?

Yeah, I know him.

He's Igor Welachevski.

He was LaVonne's
immediate superior.

We don't want him.

You might be able to
pin LaVonne's murder

here on him as well as
Causland's, but he's

not the man we want.
We want his boss.

He's middle level.

We're never going to get his
boss if you don't listen to me.

I want your men off this case.

Look, I know how you
feel about Causland,

but he's got a point, not
to mention political clout.

Let me tell you something,
Charlie, the last time

that guy said I
interfered in this case,

I ended up handing it to him.

I'm not worried
about the case, Hunter.

I'm worried about you.

I've already lost one
man to this thing.

I don't want to
lose another one.

I want to talk
to you about that.

Don't move, Sergeant Hunter.

Now turn around slowly.

Your hands at your sides.

You're coming with us.

Terrific.

I have only one question
to ask you, Sergeant.

Where's the key?

Dr. Shapiro, it's
really good to see you.

Where is the key?

What key?

I hope you're not going to try
to be heroic like your friend,

Detective Causland.

But then, love makes fools of
us all, doesn't it, Sergeant?

Causland was no
fool, Dr. Shapiro.

Otherwise you wouldn't be here.

I'm here because he led my
associates on a goose chase

and paid with his life.

Now you have the
information I need,

and I will get it from you.

Now, tell me where the key is.

What are you talking about?

What makes you and these idiots
think you can put that on me?

You needn't struggle, Sergeant.

It'll do you no good.

Look, I don't know
anything about your key, OK?

You could save yourself a
great deal of pain, Sergeant.

Causland never said
anything about a key.

Look, this thing
didn't work on LaVonne.

What makes you think
it's going to work on me?

LaVonne was very well trained...

Trained to withstand Pentothal
and a great deal of pain.

Police, freeze.

Throw down your weapons.

Freeze.
Drop your weapon.

Come out with your
hands above your head.

There's Dr.
Shapiro over there.

That's the guy that
Wilkes was after.

Causland apparently
hid a key at my house.

We've got to send someone
over there to find it.

Send a search team over
to Hunter's on the double.

I'll meet you there.

And where were you guys?

How come you took so long?

That guy could have
poached me with that thing.

You know, I've been giving
this an awful lot of thought,

Sergeant.

And what I think they need
is a shorter quarterback.

You know, you don't know the
first thing about football.

When's the last time
you even saw a game?

Hunter!

McCall!

Got a visitor.

- Hiya, Brad.
- Hi.

Hi.

I, uh, just came
by because I wanted

to thank you for all your help.

Oh.

Well, you're welcome.

What's happening with Shapiro?

Well, he's the man, all right.

He's not talking,
but he's the man.

That key that we
found at your house

is to a safety deposit box.

It had all this information
about the Potemkin

village operation as well as
Shapiro's involvement in it.

Ah.

I, uh... well, I just
know the next time

I won't sell you guys so short.

Well, we appreciate
that, don't we?

Thanks, Brad.

Yeah.

I learned something else too.

What's that?

Well, it's just that both
of us, our side and theirs,

we put billions of dollars
and thousands of lifetimes

into these carefully
planned operations.

And then we just see them
crashing down because we forget

the human beings involved.

Yeah.

You think maybe we could
invite Brad to lunch?

Yeah.
What do you say?

You want to join us?
- Yeah, sure.

If you let me pick up the tab.

My agency's budget is a hell
of a lot bigger than yours.

- Certainly.
- Yeah.

What is the name
of that agency again?

I keep forgetting.

That's because I keep
declining to tell you.

Get in the back seat, Brad.

Ride in the back?

Good.