All language subtitles for Hunter S04E13 - The Black Dahlia

Elizabeth Short,
the Black Dahlia, was different.

Special.

She went straight to the
front pages and stayed there.

And I mean, all over the world.

So the Black Dahlia
murder case is

the most famous unsolved murder
case in this city's history.

After all these years, what
could have brought them here?

I'll bet those are her bones...

All cut up, like the
Black Dahlia was.

You said there was
no one in the world

as beautiful as she was.

Hey, Simonelli!

Get over here!

Sh.

Come on, get over here quick!

How ya doin'?

Can you tell me where I'll
find Detective Sergeant Hunter?

Sporty, I think
your friend should

have thought about that
before the merchandise

stuck to his fingertips.

Yeah, no way.

Yeah.

I'll have to talk to
you later about it.

Bye.

Hunter.

Well, I'll be damned.

Sergeant John Doyle.

Been John Doyle
for quite a while

now, but "Sergeant"
has a nice ring to it.

I've heard of you.
You were quite something.

Thank you.

Thanks for not
adding, "in your day."

I wouldn't dream of it.

I'm Sergeant McCall.

Hunter and I work together.

Well, nice to meet both of you.

Hey, how come I never
had partners like you

when I was on the force?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe it's because I
heard you were a real pain

in the you-know-what.

Oh, come on now.

I was a sweetheart.

Anyway, I hear you two are
on a Black Dahlia case.

We are.

We are.

Our number came up
when Marinsky retired.

It's now our case
until we retire.

It was my case for 15 years.

The only big case
I never solved.

The only one.

Still, you never
know when you're

going to get another shot.

A friend of mine named
Bruno Simonelli tipped

me off about a
human skeleton they

dug up on a construction site.

Human and female.

Well, where is it now?

Right here in you forensic lab.

It was cut in half exactly
the same way the Black

Dahlia was cut in half.

That's why I'm here.

Sergeant, the Black Dahlia

was murdered 41 years ago.

The foundation
Simonelli just tore up

was laid 41 years ago.

There are enough
similarities to say

that it is the same method of
dismemberment, the same knife,

and, in my opinion,
the same killer.

That means we start all
over again at square one.

Oh, did I say we?

I meant you.

Well, that's all right.

We'll all start at square one.

And friends, you're
lookin' at square one.

You spend your life
working in homicide like I

did, murders come and go.

But not the Black Dahlia.

It always kind of surprised
me, all the attention.

Usually a murder,
no matter how gory,

it's, eh, a couple of days
of headlines, and adios...

On to the next murder.

Elizabeth Short, the Black
Dahlia, was different.

Special.

She went straight to the
front pages and stayed there.

And I mean, all over the world.

Day after day, week after
week, year after year.

And it's still going on.

Now they rehash the
story every five years.

We close this case, and
we're in the history books.

Black Dahlia... before...

and after.

She was stabbed
so many times, we

could hardly count the wounds.

Her hands and ankles were bound.

She was tortured
for two or three

days, then finally killed.

Her body was found in
a vacant lot downtown.

Newspapers jumped all over it...

Black Dahlia.

Jet black hair.

White skin.

The black clothes
she always wore.

Black Dahlia murder case.

Oh, the press people loved it.

They'll always love it,
until we nail the killer.

That is, if he's still alive.

He's still alive.

I can feel him.

You know, this
case is addictive.

You'll get it... both of you.

You said "he."

It's possible that
the killer is a woman.

Yeah, it's possible.

But I doubt it.

It's quite a collection
you have over there.

Oh, that's just the highlights.

I got a ton of stuff
down in storage.

There's a picture of the
mayor and me,

the governor.

Everybody was fascinated
with Elizabeth Short...

The why's and who of her murder.

Like I say, the
case is addictive.

And these bones were
cut up the same way?

The same method, the same
knife, and, we believe,

the same killer.

Are you sure about the date?

You know, the killing
occurred 41 years ago.

The city
records have the foundation

being laid January 7, 1947.

Then this new
set of bones makes it

a serial murder, right?

Well, Anne, if two
killings constitute a serial

murder, then yes, you're right.

Aren't you wasting
time and money reopening

a case that's 41 years old?

The killer is
probably dead by now.

Well, there are no statutes
of limitation on murder.

This case has never been closed.

To Black Dahlia murder case is
the most famous unsolved murder

case in this city's history.

As a matter of fact,
metro detectives

have been assigned
this case every day

for the last 41 years.

Come on, Sergeant.

You can't really believe
there's a chance of finding

new witnesses or new leads.

Well, won't know
till we try, will we?

You can try.

But you won't find anything.

Sergeant Richard Hunter

from Los Angeles Metro Police.

Not a thing.

It never changes.

Pictures of young girls
reported missing 40 years ago

and pictures of young girls
reported missing today...

They've all got that same
kind of sad, hopeful look.

It's like they're all waiting
to be discovered or something.

Where you been, Doyle?

We've been expecting you.

You mean you meant it?

There's a chance I might look
over your shoulder on this?

Go on.

Tell me what you told me.

He said he thought that it would
probably be a very good idea

if you'd help us out on this.

What do you say, Doyle?

Want to help us?

Hey.

I'll give it some
serious thought.

Yes, ma'am.

All right.

I'll call you back
after "Jeopardy."

Thank you very much.

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, Sergeant Richard
Hunter, Metropolitan Homicide.

I was calling in
regards to a missing

persons report that was
filed on a Nora Stack

on January 7, 1947.

Yes, ma'am.

That was a long time ago.

OK.

Thank you.

We're not after you, OK?

All we want is a
little information.

Yeah.

And don't hang up on me again.

Oh, I see.

Well, no.

Thanks very much.

I appreciate your time.

Thank you.

That phone number now
belongs to a dry cleaner.

He thought I was calling to
complain about my laundry...

Too much starch in the shirts.

You know, they didn't
have cops like you

when I was on the force.

If they did, we'd never
get any work done.

Doyle, are you making a pass?

I hope so.

All right, 20 West 68th Street.

Should be right about here.

My kid sister?

That was more than 40 years ago.

Yes, I know.

You're trying to tell me you
found out what happened to her?

Well, you see... we found
the remains of a body that

was buried about 41 years ago.

Myra?

I warned her.

Mr. Peterson, we're

not exactly sure that it's
your sister that we found.

That's why we're here.

It could help us out a
lot if you can tell us

exactly what happened and when.

She was 18 years old...

A wild girl.

Oh, I tried laying
the law down with her.

But Myra wouldn't listen.
Ah, no.

So what happened?

She just disappeared,
just like that.

And I never saw her again.

So you think she's dead?

Well, a few weeks
after Myra disappeared,

that Black Dahlia
girl was killed.

I went to the police.

I spoke to a guy named Boyle.

It was Doyle, Mr. Peterson.

And I'm the man you spoke to.

To hell you are.

His name was Boyle.

He was much taller than you.

Mr. Peterson, what happened?

Like I told Boyle
then, ah, poor Myra.

I'll bet she was done
in by the same guy

who killed the Black Dahlia.

Well, they said they were
going to look into it.

But they never found anything.

Because as far as I'm concerned,
they didn't look hard enough.

Thanks, Mr. Peterson.

If we have any more questions,
we'll give you a call.

I can't wait.

You ever stop to think
the poor kid get fed up?

Get the hell away from
you as fast as she could?

By the way, that
cop's name was Doyle.

And you're looking at him.

He had a lot of hair...
A lot of wavy hair.

Come on.

- Yes?
- Hi.

Sergeant Hunter,
Metropolitan Police.

I was wondering if you might
help me with some information.

Yes, of course.

If I can.

On January 4, 1947, a
Florence Johnson disappeared.

Yeah, I remember that.

You do?

Yup.

Well, were you the one that
reported they were missing?

No.

I'm the one that was
reported missin'.

I'm Florence Johnson.

I ran off with a sailor.

We got married.

I lived with him for 12 years.

My mother said he was no good.

And she was right.

You know,
Hunter, this used to be

a real fancy neighborhood.

Not expensive fancy,
but chic fancy.

You know what I mean?

Let me tell you
something, Doyle.

Chic it ain't.

You bet, honey.

We've all gone downhill.

Marie Watson?

In the flesh.

I'm Sergeant Richard Hunter,
Metropolitan Police Department.

This is my colleague,
Sergeant Doyle.

It's a pleasure, Sergeant.

We'd like to ask
you some questions

regarding something that
happened many, many years ago.

I'll be glad to help if I can.

Good.

February 3, 1947, you
made a missing person's

report on a Sally Beaumont.

Sally?

After all these years,
you finally found her?

Just like to know what
you tell us about her, lady.

You're a
little late, aren't you?

Hey, I know you.

You're that detective, right?

On the Black Dahlia case?

I never miss one of
the shows they do about her.

All the lurid details, the gory
pictures they show up close.

Great television.

Glad you're a fan.

Miss Watson, can you tell
us about Sally's friends?

Maybe where she worked?

I don't think she
had any friends...

Except me, that is.

She came from Oregon.

She was a nice girl...

Pleasant, shy, good
manners, very nice.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, where did she work?

She worked for the Latimers.

The Latimers in Pasadena?

You bet.

The Latimers.

What does she do for them?

She was a maid.

Hey, what's Sally got to do
with the Black Dahlia murder?

And don't you go telling me
it's got nothing to do with it.

You two, coming around here,
asking me questions about Sally

after 40 years.

And you, the fella
on that Black Dahlia case.

Hey, don't get carried away.

This may have something
to do with your friend,

and it may not.

That's what we're here
to try to find out.

Now, you gonna help us or not.

Well, great.

Just what I need...
The third degree.

Look, Miss Watson.

There's some evidence
that's come up recently.

We'd like to talk to you.

Can we do that?

Well, you can
ask me questions, but not him.

Do you want to come in?

I've got some beer
in the refrigerator.

Yeah.

Well, no beer for me, thanks.

Well, I want one.

Good.

Nothing
like a cold beer on a hot day.

Now, what kind of
questions you got?

Well, we'd like you to tell us
a little bit more about Sally.

Well, there's nothing
to tell, really.

She left the Latimers to go
visit her folks in Portland.

She had this old Chevy.

She was dead-set on
driving up there, non-stop.

Well, when I didn't hear
from her, I called her folks.

Not only wasn't she there.

They didn't even
know she was coming.

I guess Sally was planning
on surprising 'em.

That's when I
reported her missing.

Well, couldn't she have
run off with a boyfriend?

Oh, no way.

I told you, she was shy.

Not only didn't she date
anyone, she certainly

didn't run off with anyone.

I think she fell
asleep at the wheel.

And bam... she was dead.

Those roads were
terrible back then.

Maybe up near the Oregon
border where those cliffs go

straight down into the ocean.

I figure that's why the
car was never found.

Sally neither.

There's got to
be more than that.

What she do on her days off?
- I told you.

She never dated any guys, if
that's what you're looking for.

On her days off, she
used to come over here.

And we'd sit around
listening to the radio.

No television then.

You're trying to tell
us that's all there is?

Where'd you find this guy?

Look, Marie, I really
appreciate your time.

If you think of anything
else, call my at that number.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

You, I'll call.

Hey!

Don't they have a retirement
plan in the police department?

Nice place.

Looks like we're really
in the high-rent district.

Just behave yourself.

Hey, I always behave myself.

I'm Sergeant Hunter,
Sergeant McCall, and Mr. Doyle.

That's Sergeant Doyle.

Mrs.
Latimer is expecting us.

Yes.

This way, please.

Mrs. Latimer is waiting for
you in the drawing room.

Hello.

I'm Edith Latimer.

This is my son, Wallace.

Mrs. Latimer.

I'm Sergeant Hunter, Sergeant
McCall, and Sergeant Doyle.

Thanks very much for
agreeing to see us.

No trouble at all.

Would you care for some tea?

Nothing for myself, thank you.

Anything at all?

No, we're fine.

Thank you.

Then please, sit down.

Thank you.

That'll be all, George.

Miss Latimer, we'd like

to talk to you about
a woman who worked

for you many, many years ago...
Sally Beaumont.

Sally.

Yes, I... I remember Sally.

How long did she work for you?

I think a year.

But perhaps 18 months.

Why did she leave?

As I recall, she wanted to
pay a visit to her parents.

What kind of girl was she?

Sweet.

Very sweet.

We were hoping that
she would come back.

Do you recall what
she looked like?

Plain, as I remember.

And very shy.

I think her stay
here was probably

her first time away from home.

Yes, we were surprised that
we didn't hear from her again.

And then, many weeks
later, two policemen

came here to ask about her.

And it seemed that she had never
arrived at her parents' home

and had been reported missing.

Just out of
curiosity, what could possibly

have happened that's made
you interested in Sally

at this late date?

A human skeleton was found.

Female.

Killed by the same person
that killed Elizabeth Short.

Elizabeth Short?

Black Dahlia.

The Black Dahlia.

That poor woman who...

That's the one.

And these remains...

You think they could be Sally?

Could be.

Oh, how horrifying.

Mrs. Latimer, we're not
certain that the bones

belong to Sally Beaumont.

What we're trying
to find that out.

I'm sorry.

That's all we can do to help.

That's quite all right.

Thank you for your time.

If you, uh, think
of anything else

that might be of interest to us,
please call me at that number.

After all these
years, what brought them here?

I'll see what I
can find out, Mother.

They'll arrest Adrian.

Take him away.

We can't
let that happen, Wallace.

It won't happen.

I promise you.

Oh, who were those people

who are here today, Mother?

What people?

Those people!

That... that woman.

Adrian, you know that you
are not supposed to get upset.

Who were they?

They were police investigators.

Police!

What do they want?

- Adrian.
- Oh, Wallace.

I didn't know you were here.

Why didn't someone tell
me Wallace was here?

Wallace, what did
those policemen want?

It's all right, Adrian.

It's all right.

They've gone now.

And they're not
going to come back.

Wallace is right.

They're not coming back anymore.

Oh... oh, there's George.

George has your dinner.

You see?

See, Adrian?

Everything you like.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

There's this.

Hello?

I would like to speak to Mrs.
Edith Coles Latimer, please.

This is Edith Latimer.

Mrs. Latimer, this
is Marie Watson.

Well, I'm afraid I don't
know anyone by that name.

Well, sure you do.

We met a long time ago.

I was Sally's friend.

Sally Beaumont.

Mrs. Latimer?

Are you still there?

Yes, I'm here.

Do you remember me now?

Not really.

What do you want?

We have something to talk about.

I would like to
come and see you.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Then you'll have
to make it possible.

What do you want to talk about?

That's what I'm going to
tell you when I see you.

I'm telling you
this is important.

It would be better if you'd
let me come and see you.

Maybe you can come tomorrow
morning at 10 o'clock.

Do you have the address?

I know where it is.

May I help you?

Uh, yes.

My name is Marie Watson.

Mrs. Latimer is expecting me.

This way, please.

Hello, Miss Watson.

This is my son, Wallace.

Pleased to meet you.

Thank you.

Miss Watson, I'm
sure you understand

that we are curious to
know why you are here.

Oh, I'm sorry.

May I sit down?

Yes, of course.

The police came to
see me yesterday...

About Sally.

I'll bet they came
to see you, too.

Yes.

They were here.

We told them what
little we knew.

I didn't.

I didn't tell them
what I think now...

The real reason Sally left here.

She left to visit her parents.

That's what I
always thought, too...

Until the cops
came to talk to me.

Now, I'll bet Sally
never left LA.

I'll bet those are her bones...

All cut up like the
Black Dahlia was.

I remember the things Sally
used to tell me about that son

of yours, Adrian...

How he scared her, tried
to do dirty things to her.

She told me how weird he was.

And I figured, even then,
he might just have been

weird enough to kill someone.

That's not true.

Well, maybe the police should
come and ask him questions

then, and see for themselves.

If Adrian was still
alive, he certainly

would have nothing to hide.

He has been dead many years.

Oh, I'll just bet.

Miss Latimer, I got a habit.

And I'll bet there are
a lot of other people

who have that same habit.

I read the obituaries.

And even if I'm
in a hurry, there

are two things I never miss...

The astrology column
and the obituaries.

And if Adrian Latimer had died,
I sure as hell

would have read about it.

And I sure would
have remembered it.

Miss Watson, Adrian is dead.

We have nothing
more to say to you.

Well, that's too bad.

That's just too, too bad.

What's too bad, Miss Watson?

I came here to be friends.

And now it's too bad you
don't want to be friendly.

What do you want, Miss Watson?

Something you Latimers
won't miss one little bit...

Money.

Not a lot of money.

$100,000.

How absurd.

Why should we give you money?

So I won't tell the police what

Sally told me about Adrian.

So they won't come around
here asking him questions.

Those are Sally's bones.

I'll bet my life on that.

And they'll prove it.

And when they do,
you can just bet

they're going to
be coming around

here to asking Adrian questions
about the Black Dahlia, too.

They say the same
person killed them both.

Oh, the newspapers are going
to have a great time with that.

Miss Watson, you'd better leave.

OK.

I'll go.

I'll even give you time
to think about it...

Maybe a day or two.

Who knows?

By then, maybe you'll
want to be friends.

Wallace!

What are we going to do?

I don't know, Mother.

But we can give her any money.

But why not?

At least she won't talk.

No.

No, if we pay her, we'll
never be rid of her.

You told him what?

I tell him I thought
you still love me.

And he didn't think you did.

So do you?

Look, Tony.

There's no sense of
pretending about this thing.

Yes.

Yes, I did love you very much.

I loved you more than any
woman could ever love a man.

Then why'd you run away?

Because I
couldn't stand it any longer.

I knew you wouldn't change!

But I did change.

The moment you left
me, I knew I'd never be

able to live with anybody else.

Stop it, Tony.

Please.

Too bad, isn't it?

For me.

For me, too.

Oh, darling.

I've missed you so much.

Tony, look out!

Stay me one minute.

Please.

Sit down.

Now we can
have a good cry together.

It's funny, isn't it?

Yes.

Very funny.

There must be something

I can do to make things right.

Why not?

Because I'm married.

Well, but
you left me, didn't you?

Oh, that was different, Tony.

Different why?

Well, because Don needs me.

And I don't?

No, you don't.

You don't need anyone.

Oh, you even live in a
world all of your own.

No one's really a part of it.

Even I wasn't.

But there
must be something I can do.

Nothing, Tony.

No matter what?

No matter what.

Come on, Tony.

Let's get out of here.

Gone.

Something you protect
to relieve his guilt.

I'd like to
see Mrs. Latimer, please.

Is she expecting you?

No, not this time.

We will see her.

I will see if
Mrs. Latimer is in.

- Cheerful guy, huh?
- Yeah.

So what do you want to do?

Break the door down now?

You've been hanging out with
Doyle too much, haven't you?

Mrs. Latimer will see you.

This way.

Good morning.

We have a number of questions
we'd like to ask you.

Yes?

Sally Beaumont had a very good
friend here in Los Angeles...

A Marie Watson.

We, uh, questioned
her yesterday.

And today, she's dead.

Her house burned down
last night with her in it.

The fire squad has
labeled it a fire

of, uh, questionable origin.

Why would you think that
something like that could

have anything to do with us?

Because Marie Watson
called this house

the night before last
about 10:30 in the evening.

Yes, I...

I was the one who...

Who took that call.

She wanted to know if the
police had been here to see us.

And she wanted to know what
questions they had asked.

That's it?

I just... I just couldn't
imagine why she was calling us.

But she did.

This is twice you've
come here to question us.

I would really like
to know why you

think we're involved in this
case you're investigating.

- I
- think we've already

explained that, haven't we?

George, please show
our guests to the door.

Thank you.

That poor, poor woman.

Dead!

Wallace... I know that
you didn't do it.

And I certainly didn't.

But who could have done it?

Well, I know the
likelier suspects, Mother.

You and I and Adrian.

I didn't check
on him last night.

I didn't check on
him last night.

I didn't check on him!

Oh!

L57 meet L56 on track 2.

Hey, Hunter.
What are you doing?

Still sitting around,
reading old newspapers?

Yep, still plugging away.

How's Doyle doing?

DEE DEE MCCALL: He's checking

something down in Venice.

He's relentless.

Listen, I got something.

A neighbor of Marie Watson
saw a suspicious car...

A dark blue, two-door sedan last
night right before the fire.

A dark blue sedan, huh?

Good work.

I got something.

It appears Mrs. Latimer
had another son...

Adrian.

Born January 14, 1926.

Now, he shows up
every once in a while,

up until right
around the mid '40s.

And then he suddenly disappears.

So I called the Hall of Records
for a death certificate.

Found nothing.

I think first thing
in the morning,

I'm going to run this
guy down, dead or alive.

DEE DEE MCCALL: Wait a minute.

What do you mean, "first
thing in the morning"?

RICK HUNTER (OVER
7:00 AM.

Oh, no, no, no, no...

7:00 AM?

OK, make it 7:05.

What a pal.

Thanks.

Hello, Elizabeth.

Let's go inside.

Oh, Elizabeth.

You are so beautiful.

You're so... so very beautiful.

I'm not Elizabeth.

Now, don't you start that again.

Don't you make fun of me.

No, I... I knew you weren't dead.

I knew it.

All those terrible
things that they

were writing in the
newspapers. I...

I knew.
They... they were lies.

The lies are all over now.

Everything's gonna
be all right again.

I know I hurt you.

I didn't want to
do it, not really.

But you were laughing at me.

Oh, I... I know how you...

You are... how you
tease, how you laugh.

But... but no more.
You're... you're not

going to do that anymore.

Please, look at me.
Can't you see?

I'm not Elizabeth.
Elizabeth died a long time ago.

There's only one Elizabeth.

There's no one in
this world that's

more beautiful than you are.

You know, you... you're more
beautiful than Sally ever was.

Sally never meant anything for
me. No, not really.

But... but you...

You mean everything to me.

Adrian.

Listen to me, please.

See, I knew you remembered me.

I knew you did.

Adrian, look at me!

I'm not Elizabeth.

She died a long time ago.

Now, I told you not
to start that again!

Because that's...
That's what got me mad

in the... in the first place.

Because you... you...

You wouldn't understand.

You... you thought I was crazy
or something, didn't you?

No.
No, Adrian.

I didn't.

I swear I didn't.

It was Elizabeth who
treated you like that.

Remember you said there
was no one in the world

as beautiful as she was.

Can't you see I'm not Elizabeth?

Don't make me do
it all over again!

If you make me do it, I will.

Sally, don't come in!

He thinks you're dead!

Hunter.

I hope you're sitting down.

I've been sittin' down all
day. What's up?

I think we just solved the
Black Dahlia murder case.

Have you been drinking?

No.

I'm sitting here
looking at, uh, Adrian.

I presume his last
name is Latimer.

It's the same guy
who killed Elizabeth

Short and Sally Beaumont.

He's on my floor, handcuffed.

Hi, I need to see
the Latimers, please.

- Have you...
- Found Adrian?

Yes, we found him.

I might add that he
found my partner.

We have him in custody now.

I have two warrants
for your arrests...

Accessories and the murder
of Elizabeth Short and Sally

Beaumont, suspicion of
murder in the burning

death of Marie Watson.

I had nothing to do
with that woman's death.

And neither did Wallace!

Sergeant Hunter.

Yes, George?

I can assure you that
Mrs. Latimer and Mr. Wallace

were here the entire night.

Neither of them left this house.

Really, George?

Were you all night
roaming the halls?

I... I am a light sleeper.

If either of them had left
the house, I would have known.

I would have heard.

Do you, uh...

Do you own a dark
blue, two-door sedan?

Yes, I do.

And do you know a car
fitting that description was

seen in the
neighborhood the night

Marie Watson was
burned to death?

George, you sure
there's not something

you want to talk to me about?

Otherwise, I'm going to go ahead
and arrest these two people.

Sergeant, it's me you want.

I've lived nearly all
my life in this home.

I have served this
family for over 45 years.

This is my family.

I had to protect Adrian.

I had to protect you.

Don't say any more, George.

Shouldn't you be
reading him his rights?

It's not necessary.

I don't care about that.

I'll go with you now.

George.

I'm ordering you to be quiet.

Don't you say any more until
we've gotten you a lawyer.

I think an attorney would
be best for all three of you.

You have the right to
remain silent, George.

If you give up that
right, anything you say

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

You have the right
to an attorney.

The following statement is from
the district attorney's office.

The district attorney has
decided to file no charges

against Edith Latimer
and Wallace Latimer

in exchange for
their cooperation.

George Cooper will be tried
for the murder of Marie Watson.

Adrian Latimer will plead
not guilty in the murders

of Elizabeth Short and Sally
Beaumont by reason of insanity.

Are you absolutely
sure that Latimer is

the killer of the Black Dahlia?

Absolutely sure.

I'll stake my
reputation on that.

Exactly what reputation

are you referring to?

I'm Sergeant John Doyle,

police expert on the
Black Dahlia cases

before most of you
people were born.

This case is closed thanks
to some able-bodied teamwork

and my own personal philosophy.

And, uh, what is
that philosophy?

It's never over till the
fat lady's behind bars.