All language subtitles for Hunter S04E01 - Not Just Another John Doe

But we ran his
fingerprints all the way up

to the FBI computer
in Washington,

and there is no record
of them anywhere.

One of our agents is missing.

He was working deep cover
on a high priority case.

The cause of death,
multiple stab wounds.

Ooh.

We're all in danger, child.

That's what makes
life so special.

Get out and stay out.

You come in here again,
I'll call the cops.

Hey, you watch who
you throwing people at.

Thank you, Madam.

Madam?

For the catch.

Well, think nothing
of it kind sir.

Hey, wait a minute, whoa.

I don't know how many more
good catches I got in me.

You've already won most valuable

athlete and my gratitude.

What have you been drinking?

Charcoal starter?

Rotten gut.

I am working so hard at drinking
I must have forgotten to eat.

For how long?

Who's counting?

No wonder you falling
all over yourself.

Come on.

Let's get you something to eat.

My name's Poppy.

What's yours?

Oh, not as interesting as yours.

Just John.

John what?

Just plain John.

That's fine with me.

Pleased to meet you,
just plain John.

I seen you around a time
or two, but you don't talk

like you're from around here.

I like to think of myself
as a citizen of the world.

Oh, a citizen of the world.

Well, what on earth brought
you down to our little corner

of the globe?

Discount liquor.

I take a sip of sherry
every now and then.

Oh, you don't turn so good.

I'm, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

You come over here and sit down.

Sit down.

I'm going to that bar
across the street.

I know the lady in there,
she'll give me some food

and I'm going to give it to you.

You are a remarkable woman.

Oh, this man can
talk some trash.

Stop it!

No money, no identification.

There's a smashed liquor bottle
in one of the coat pockets.

He smells like a distillery.

Any witnesses?

These people down here,
they never see anything.

Who phoned it in?

A woman, anonymous.

Could be somebody in
one of these buildings.

Yeah.

OK, get him out of here.

This is your beat, Meyer.

Did you ever see
this guy before?

I don't know.

You work down here long
enough, all these people

start to look alike.

Hey, Hunter?

Lady over here is
asking to see you.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, Pockets.

Evening, Sergeant Hunter.

Gee, it's been a long time, huh?

Sometimes seems like too
long, sometimes not long enough.

Seems like every time you
turn up somebody's dead.

Yeah, well it does seem
that way, doesn't it?

He seemed like
such a nice fella.

Did you know him.

Only for a little while.

How long was a little while?

Maybe five minutes.

We ran into each other down
the street and got to talking.

He didn't talk like he
was from around here.

What do you mean?

Did he have an
accent or something?

No, he talked like
somebody been to college,

even though he was so
drunk he could hardly

stand on his own two feet.

What was his name?

Just plain John.

Said he hadn't had
anything to eat

and I went across the street
to get him a sandwich.

This sandwich right here.

But I guess he won't
be needing it now.

Pockets, did you
see what happened?

Yes, I suppose I did.

I heard this noise in the
alley, and so I looked,

and there was this tall,
skinny dude jamming this knife

into this poor fella.

Did you see what the tall,
skinny dude looked like?

Well, like I say,
he was tall and skinny

and he had on an overcoat.

And it looked like he
had a scar right there.

Yeah, a scar on his face.

You must've got
pretty close to him.

Perhaps he saw you too?

Well, could be, but I didn't
stay around to be introduced.

But there is a possibility
he could have seen you?

I don't want no part of it.

Now, you tend to your business
and you let me tend to mine.

Now look, Pockets.

Don't you be throwing that
angry voice at me, Captain.

I'm a lady!

I know that, honey.

I know you're a lady.

I just wanted to tell
you that if there's

anything that I could
possibly do for you, call me.

I shall do that.

I've really shall.

Looking for Carlos?

Oh, he's at rehearsal.

Rehearsal for what?

He just landed
the third tuba chair

in the Burbank Philharmonic.

That's his audition tape.

Are you kidding me?

They are paying him
to play that thing.

He's very talented.

You know, we're going
to miss him around here.

I'm Simon Kruze.

You must be Hunter.

No, no, I'm McCall.

Hunter's he he's taller than.

Carlo said that I'd
be seeing a lot of you.

Yeah.

So, you have anything
on our John Doe yet?

Yeah.

Why, you want to visit him?

No, no, a report's find.

John Doe, number 38.

Male Caucasian, 42, 45.

Cause of death,
multiple stab wounds.

Ooh.

And let's see, blood
alcohol level was 0.17.

Any ID on him?

No, not yet.

But he shouldn't be too
difficult to identify.

He's got a Semper Fidelis
tattoo on his arm.

Really?

That's Marines then.

They've got to have a record
of his prints on file.

A couple of other goodies.

This guy's liver indicates
he was a strong drinker,

but probably not for
very long, three,

four years at the outside.

Also the teeth.

The teeth are in
much better shape

than we usually see in these
street characters, you know.

Good dental work, expensive.

Street.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Charlie, you got a minute?

Come on in.

Ah.

You know what I
love about this job?

Paperwork.

Ha.

Well, I've got a special
place for that too.

We've got something
real weird here, Charlie.

Remember that John Doe
we handled the other day?

Mm-hm.

Well, we ran his fingerprints
all the way up to the FBI

computer in Washington and there
is no record of them anywhere.

I mean, we're talking no local,
no federal, no DMV, no nothing.

He lived on the street, right?

He could've slipped
through the cracks.

Yeah, maybe, but
I don't think so.

Not this guy.

Well, number one, the
guy was Anglo American

and a witness described
him as someone who

had had a college education.

Number two, he had great teeth.

And number three, he
had a marine tattoo.

Now, don't you think there would
be some record of his prints

somewhere?

Check the military?

Yep, zip.

Yeah?

Yeah, put him right through.

It's your cloak
and dagger friend.

Bradley Wilkes?

Wilkes.

Brad, why is it I'm not
surprised to hear from you?

Because you're not the kind
of guy who's easily surprised.

Hunter, I have a friendly
favor to ask of you.

Oh, yeah, the favor wouldn't
be about John Doe number 38,

would it?

I'd rather not discuss
this on an open line.

Well, you name the place.

Riverview Park, south side.

About half an hour.

Meet you there.

You know I have this
sticky kind of situation.

I thought maybe you guys
could give me a hand.

Well, yeah, maybe.

It all depends on what you
know about the John Doe we

got down to the morgue, Brad.

Ah, number 38, right.

Yeah, I read a small item
about him in the paper.

A real man of mystery, huh?

No identification, no trace
of existence anywhere?

Yeah, and we're
talking anywhere, Brad.

A complete record of this man's
existence has been eliminated

and that's pretty
weird if you ask me.

Sounds like something out
of your world, doesn't it?

Could be.

Anything you guys can tell
me that wasn't in the paper?

Well, why don't you tell us
what you know about him first.

Sure.

But we've got to have
some ground rules.

Anything I tell you is
in strict confidence.

Whatever I say is not to
be repeated to anyone else.

Understood?

Come on.

What is this cloak
and dagger stuff?

Look, one of our
agents is missing.

He was working deep cover on
a high priority case in LA.

Now, we have reason
to believe that John

Doe 38 could be our man.

Any information you can give me
would be greatly appreciated.

Why don't you describe
your man to us, Brad.

Sure.

5' 7", 180 pounds, bald on top.

That's not him.

You mind if I go down the
morgue, take a look for myself?

Why don't we all go
down to that morgue?

What do you say?

I had a feeling you
were going to say that.

No, not even a
faint resemblance.

You've never seen
this guy before?

No, to the best of my knowledge

I have never seen
this guy before.

Thanks, Marty.

Of course, there's nothing about

him very special now, is there?

What are you talking about?

Don't you remember
what we told you?

You don't find a John
Doe like that every day.

Should be right up
your alley, Brad, huh?

I'm sorry, I can't help you out.

But if I hear any rumors,
I'll give you a call.

Yeah, you got my number.

Yeah, I got your number.

Dead end, huh?

Yeah, looks that way, Barney.

Look, I know you did a
complete and thorough autopsy

on the corpse over there.

Is there any way that you
might have missed something?

Cause of death was obvious, so
we only did a standard workup.

But you know how that is.

Our budget's pretty tight.

Each of our lucky customers
only get so much time.

Well, look, let's stretch
the budget a little bit

here and take another look.

We can find the
spare change for that.

Thanks.

Pockets?

L57, meet 3840 on tack 2.

3840, this is L57.

Go ahead.

Sergeant McCall,
this is Officer Meyer.

I understand one of the
characters on my beat

is a witness in the
case you're working on.

Yeah, Pockets.

Is there a problem?

Could be.

I just got a call from
the Mercy Mission.

It seems Pockets
was there earlier.

She ran out the back door
like she was scared to death.

Some tall, skinny
guy following her.

I've checked the area, but I
haven't found either of them.

Just thought you'd like to know.
- Yeah.

Thank you, Meyer.
Thanks a lot.

We'll check it out.

Pockets?

Pockets, you home?

Pockets?

Pockets?

It's Sergeant McCall.

Hm.

Brought you a little something.

Hope you enjoy it.

Just want make sure you're OK.

Bless you, Sergeant McCall.

To your health.

And to mine.

Ah.

Good Lord, what's happened?

Ah, eh, I think
he broke my nose.

Hey, he dropped something.

What is it?

It's an ink pad.

An ink pad, huh?

That's exactly what I said.

Did Simon get a
look at this guy?

No, not much.

Just said he was
kind of tall and thin

and he thinks he
might have had a, uh...

A scar on his left cheek?

Yeah.

Sounds like he may have
been after fingerprints.

Well, he didn't get them.

I had 38's body
upstairs in an autopsy.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, I sure did.

This fella had plastic
surgery of the best kind.

Nose, cheekbones, chin.

All external scars
were deeply concealed.

An expensive job.

OK, Barney, thanks.

Federal security department?

Yes, I have a priority one
phone call for Brad Wilkes,

please.

We don't have
that name in our records, sir.

One moment, please.

Operations, Salazar.

Yes, Mr. Salazar.

This is Detective Sergeant
Rick Hunter of the Metropolitan

Police Department.

I'd like to speak to
Brad Wilkes, please.

Brad Wilkes.
I'm sorry, Sergeant.

There there's no Brad Wilkes
assigned to this office.

Is that right?

Well, I need to speak
with him immediately.

Now, how do we do this.

Well, if a Mr.
Wilkes contact me,

I'll see that he
gets your message.

OK, well, you do that.

Thank you very much.

Homicide, McCall?

Sergeant
McCall, this is Pockets.

What's the matter, Pockets?

Where are you?

That ugly something's
following me.

Where are you?

I'm off Selkirk.

At steam plant.

I've got to go now.

Pockets?

L57 to Tack 2.

L56, go ahead on P7.

I'm en route to that
steam plant over on Selkirk.

Pockets just called
from there in a panic.

She says our suspect's
following her.

I'm on my way.

Sergeant Hunter, he's up here!

What the hell
were you doing there

in the middle of the night?

Well, I use that place
for a shortcut sometimes

and when I seen this
ugly dude following me

I went in there because
there's lots of hiding places.

Oh, and I'm so glad you
showed up when you did.

Why'd you lie to us, Pockets?

Lied?

Yeah, you said this guy
didn't get a look at you.

It's obvious he did.

We seen each other
as plain as day.

But he started after
me with that knife,

I did my best disappearing act.

Well, why didn't
you tell us that then?

I suppose I thought it
was all just gonna go away.

Well, it didn't.

Coffee's awful, but the
donuts are pretty good.

Oh, bless your heart.

I never seen so many ugly faces.

Yeah.

I know what you mean.

I'll be damned.

It's him.

Hunter?

Marko Everett Foley.

OK, let's see.

Marko Everett Foley, 6'
3", 160, convicted 1974,

manslaughter, state
prison, paroled 1979,

arrested for assault with a
deadly weapon '82 and '84.

Acquitted both times on
insufficient evidence.

Sounds like a
resume for a hit man.

You want to lock me up?

No, Pockets, we don't
want to put you into jail.

It's called protective custody.

Well, I don't care what kind
of fancy name you hang on it,

it's still jail to me.

Look, Pockets, try to
understand our side of this.

You're the only one that
can identify this killer.

Look, I know I said
I would help you,

but you never said
nothing about no kind

of custody, which happens
to be against my religion.

Pockets, look, you
only have to stand there

until we get the guy and then...

And then what?

And then he gets out on bail
and I get to sit in custody

until he comes up to trial?

Well, no thank you.

Now listen, I lived all
my life without no jail,

no bars, and no policeman.

I ain't looking
to start that now.

Pockets, it's either
protective custody

or we're going to, um, we're
going to have to arrest you.

For what?

Vagrancy and no
visible means of support.

Oh.

You ought to
know me better than that.

Uh, the law says I'm supposed
to have $11 in my pocket.

Right.

Well, I got $12, which
means I ain't no vagrant.

No visible means of support?

Well, now, take a look at this.

That there is a
business license.

You're looking at Pockets
Discount Emporium, a fully

licensed and registered DBA.

So you go ahead and
rest me, Sergeant.

I can use the money
from the lawsuit.

You don't seem to understand
the bottom line here, Pockets,

is that your life is in danger.

Oh, child, we all in danger.

That's what makes
life so special.

And I figure when
I get too scared

to live my life in my
own way by my own terms,

it's time for me to pull the
ground up over my head and say,

goodnight.

And good night is about all I
got left in me for both of you

right now.

Don't bother to show me out.

I've been here before.

We can't just let
her walk out of here.

Can't do anything legally.

Has to be something we can do.

Any sign of Foley?

No, I haven't seen them yet.

Where are you?

Just about to cross Fifth.

We're heading towards you.

She just passed me on
Colgate heading south.

I'll pick
her up on the corner of Eighth.

Pockets!

Pockets!

This is L56 in pursuit
of a suspect headed

eastbound on Seventh at Vista.

Request immediate backup.

Also, request paramedics at
Fifth and Los Angeles streets.

Pedestrian hit and run.

LP6 out.

Metropolitan Police.

Put your hands upside down on
the inside of the windshield,

please.

Do it!

Get out of the car very slowly.

Slower than that.

Get your hands up in the air.

Turn around and put
them on top of the car.

You don't need to be rough.

You haven't seen
rough yet, buddy.

Yes.

Fine.

All right, we'll see you
downstairs in about 15 minutes.

Right.

That was Ms. Wyman
from the DA's office.

They made a deal
with Marko Foley.

Really?

He cops to second degree
on the John Doe killing.

In exchange, he admits
it was a contract hit

and he agrees to help us nail
the people who hired him.

Tell you one
thing, Pockets isn't

going to be too pleased
to find out Foley gets

to skate free in a few years.

Well, none of this is
very fair to Pockets.

Foley is a little guy,
the DA wants the boss.

Now, Foley is going to make
a statement in 15 minutes.

I'll see you both downstairs.

State your name, please.

Marko, with a K, Everett Foley.

Did you, and you alone, take
the life of the individual

known as John Doe number 38?

Yeah.

Tell us exactly how.

I stabbed him four
times with a knife.

And you were hired to do this?

I was hired to do that.

Who hired you?

A guy named Carl Becker.

Another guy named
Joseph Collins.

A couple of business
men out of Cleveland.

What line of business is that?

Carl Becker is the president
of a company called Cutting

Edge Electronics and
Joseph Collins is the chief

operating officer
at Apex Research,

both triple-a rated companies.

How much was the contract for?

$20,000 up front and $80,000
on proof of completion.

Anything else you'd like to ask?

Yeah.

Why the big ticket?

Who is this John Doe number 38?

I didn't ask and
they didn't say.

They just gave me a
detailed description,

told me where I'd find him.

I was supposed to verify the
hit with a set of fingerprints.

But you didn't get them?

No.

That black broad showed up in
the alley yelling her head off.

Were you supposed to meet
these men for the payoff?

I don't meet them, they meet me,

soon as I have the
prints, wherever I say.

Well, Mr. Foley,
it sounds to me

like you've got a call to make.

We'll provide you
with the prints.

You guys are right on time.

You have something to show us?

Is that the money?

Yes.

Where's your material?

That's him.

You can do anything
you like with this.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Foley.

Police Department,
you're under arrest.

Turn around, put your
hands on your head.

On your head.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right to
speak with an attorney

and have the attorney
present during questioning.

If you so desire and
cannot afford one,

an attorney will be
appointed to you without

charge before questioning.

Do you understand
each of these rights

as I have explained them to you?

You're making a big
mistake here, officers.

Really?

What's in the briefcase?

See for yourself.

No money in here, just papers.

What were you
guys trying to pull?

Business papers?

They were supposed to be
carrying an $80,000 payoff.

They checked out the prints
and then they started to leave.

It looked like a payoff to me.
- Me too.

Me too.

I believe you, but
they are claiming

Marko Foley contacted them on a
matter of legitimate business.

Then when he handed them
a set of fingerprints,

they figured it must
be some sort of hoax,

they tried to leave.

Without the briefcase?

Well, Mr. Collins
claims he was just

about to go back for it
when you and your people

made the arrest.

Yeah, right.

Either Foley is a lot smarter
than he looks and sold us

all a bill of goods, or Becker
and Collins had word upfront

that Foley was hot.

Foley doesn't matter.

It's the two guys
I'm worried about.

We've got nothing
to hold them on.

Well, maybe I can fix that.

Why don't you go see
Pockets at the hospital?

I'll, uh, I'll hook up with
you in about two hours.

Hi.

I'm looking for Brad Wilkes.

- I'm sorry, sir, there's no...
- Excuse me.

I'm Salazar.

What can I do for you?
- Oh, yeah.

Salazar.

I talked to you on
the phone about Brad.

I told you, Sergeant.

There is no Brad Wilkes
assigned to this office.

Yeah, I'm still looking for him

and I think you're
stonewalling me.

Excuse me.

It's OK, Salazar.

Come on in.

Thanks for stopping by.

You lied to me, Brad.

You said you didn't
know John Doe.

I never saw him before
yesterday in the morgue.

More importantly, I had
nothing to do with his death.

I'm going to tell you
something, Hunter.

You helped me with a case
last year, I didn't forget.

I felt like we
got to be friends.

Now I'd like to do you a favor.

Well, do me a favor by telling
me who Becker and Collins are.

I never heard of
them until they came

out to LA to meet with Foley.

My superiors told me to
preserve the integrity

of their operation.

I don't know what
their orders were,

but I'm going to give
you some friendly advice.

Lay off.

That's awfully weak.

I'm just telling
you what I know.

It's a matter of
national security.

You go after Collins and
Becker, you put your career

and your life in jeopardy.

I want to know who John Doe is.

He was a burned out case.

He had one of the most
important and sensitive

positions in our service.

What was his name?

He had a dozen names.

He started drinking, he became
a renegade acting on his own.

He killed two people
without sanction.

Well, why couldn't
you just arrest

him and bring him to trial?

Because it would have
exposed classified information.

He became a dangerous,
a scary security risk.

A decision was made to
separate him from the service.

He found out about it, he
disappeared, he vanished.

Let me tell you something, Brad.

I'm going to look into
Becker and Collins.

They better check out.

If they don't, they're going
to need a real good attorney.

That's just a little
bit of friendly advice.

Hi ya, Pockets,
what do you think?

Oh, shucks.

You didn't have to
get so fancy for me.

Well, I picked
them on the way in.

He did not.

The doctor said
that we could not bring you

a bottle of sherry,
so we brought you

a box of cherry
cordials and they're

supposed to pack a wallop, only
you have to eat the whole box.

You're going to spoil me yet.

This nice room, color TV.

I don't know how I ever
got through the day

without Pat and Vanna.

A friend of yours
came by to see me today.

Mr. Wilkes, Brad Wilkes.

Wilkes?

Yeah.

He's going to pay
for everything.

He's such a nice man.

Really?

He really is.

It's
5:30 and visiting hours

are now over.

I'm glad Pockets
is feeling better,

but I'll tell you one thing,
it bothers me the Collins

and Becker still
get to skate free.

Well, every phone call
I made regarding those two

turned out to be a dead end.

As a matter of fact,
our only alternative

considering those two
is to go to Cleveland.

Do you really think
that Captain Devane

and the commander are going to
give us the time and the money

to go to Cleveland?

- No.
- So that's it?

That's it.

You know, sometimes I
wish they'd give us the time

and money to go off on
some deserted island

and get away from all this.

Occupational

therapist to rehab.

Now, just a second.

If I read you correctly,
and I think I do,

what you're saying to me
is you'd like to go away

to a deserted island with me.

Am I right about that?

I'd rather go to Cleveland.