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Tonight on "Hunter..."

Brahms' Lullaby... the killer apparently placed it in her

hand after he murdered her.

You don't think he sort of sat here and listened to it

after she was dead, do you?

Looks that way

The popular British press refers to this monster

as the Lullaby killer.

COP 1; The victims an English girl

by the name of Sherry Stevens.

She's a hooker.

The young woman's neck

was broken, more than likely from a rapid downward movement

from behind.

If he finds another British prostitute, he will kill again.

Well, look.

This guy's out there.

Let's get him

Looking for a little action tonight?

I'm talking about real excitement,

the best time of your life. - Hi!

I'm Angela.

If you want thrills, forget about her.

I would have had him if you kept...

Oh, get out of my face, you cow.

Why don't you hit the road?

Hey, come on, love.

Give a girl a fighting chance.

You're from, Liverpool aren't you?

That's right... Me and the Beatles.

Let me guess.

You must be from London.

I can see you're a man that's used to the best.

Come on, love.

You won't regret it.

All right, get in.

What's your name?

Cherry.

Hey, why are we stopping here?

I thought I'd buy you a little present.

It's very nice of you, love, but it's not really necessary.

Oh, but I'd like to.

I'll be right back.

That's right, Brahms' Lullaby.

It's one of our most popular items.

We have some in larger sizes if you like

The small one will be fine.

Excuse me a moment.

Charlie, what are you doing here?

I was driving into the office.

I heard the call.

What do we got?

Well, the victim's an English girl

by the name of Cherry Stevens.

Somebody broke her neck.

The landlady who found her said that she's a hooker.

Charlie?

Take a look at this.

We found it in the palm of your hand.

Lid was opened.

Brahms' Lullaby.

Hm.

You think whoever killed the girl placed it in her hand

after he killed it.

What, you mean he put it there and sat and listened

to it after she was dead?

Sounds like some kind of ritual.

Sergeant Hunter, we got a lady outside.

Says she's a friend of the victim's.

Yes, ma'am?

Cherry?

Oh, oh God, no!

I'd like to see you Captain Devane, please.

Is he expecting you, sir?

Yes, would you tell him that Lord Fraser, British Consul,

is here?

Are you certain that she didn't own the music

box in the photograph?

I've never seen it at her apartment.

Well, mind you, she could have bought it.

I don't know everything she owns.

What about the kinky customer?

She have any of those?

We've all had our share.

No, but Cherry was one of the smart ones.

She... she was very careful.

If she even sensed that John was a little bend, well,

she'd back off.

You and Cherry spent a lot of time together, didn't you?

That's right.

There's a bunch of us British girls working the streets.

Being away from home, we like to stick together.

OK, according to your last booking sheet,

your address is in the Silver Lake District.

Is that still true?

Yeah, that's my address.

Yeah, thanks very much.

Yeah, Paul?

Uh, do me a favor.

Take Miss Andrews back to her car, would you?

Thanks, Marge.

We'll be in touch.

Hunter?

McCall?

This is, uh, Lord Fraser, the British

consul here in Los Angeles.

Sergeants McCall and Hunter.

Lord Fraser, how are you?

Sergeant, Sergeant.

Hello.

One of Lord Fraser's assistants this morning

showed him the report on the Cherry Stevens murder.

Mm-hm?

He seems to think that there's a good possibility

the killer may be from England.

Is that right?

Over the past five years, 25 young prostitutes have been

murdered in the United Kingdom.

Their necks were broken in exactly

the same way as described in the report I received.

That's why I came in.

Um, now, Lord Fraser, in all these homicides,

there was a music box found playing the Brahms lullaby?

Yes, the popular British press refers to this monster

as the lullaby killer.

Representative from Scotland Yard

will be here in the morning.

Listen, we really appreciate

Scotland Yard sending someone over so quickly.

I'd like to go to the crime scene.

I thought we'd stop by the hotel first

to get a chance to get cleaned up.

And then...

Crime scene, please.

OK, that's what you want.

Commander King, have sergeants

McCall and Hunter meet me at the Cherry Stevens crime scene,

please. Hunter?

McCall?

This is Inspector Foster.

Inspector, these are our investigator

Sergeants Hunter and McCall. - Hello.

Inspector, how are you?

How do you do?

Well where would you like to start?

The victim was found lying on this bed on her back?

That's right.

There was no sexual assault, no identifiable fingerprints.

Nothing in the apartment was missing or disturbed.

She was adamant about coming here first.

And the music box?

Oh, yes.

Here you go.

Each of our victims had a different type of music box

in her right hand.

But it always played the same tune...

Brahms' Lullaby.

You know you're, uh, certainly welcome

to our medical examiner's preliminary report,

if you'd like.

The young woman's neck was broken,

more than likely from a rapid downward snap from behind.

Well, what do you make of all this then, inspector?

It's been five weeks since he struck in England.

I don't know why, but he's here in Los Angeles.

Somehow, he ran across a British girl who was a prostitute,

which means it's not over.

If he finds another British prostitute, he will kill again.

- Hello? - Yes.

Is this Margie?

Yes.

Yes, a friend gave me your number.

I'm in town for a few weeks, and I'm looking

for a little entertainment.

So you're British?

Yes, I think it would be quite pleasant to spend some time

with someone from home.

Can we get together?

I don't see why not.

Find Margie?

Margie hasn't lived at her Silver Lake address

in more than five months.

Check Hollywood Boulevard?

Yep, sure did.

No one's seen her tonight.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

Didn't trust us very much, you know.

I thought we were going to have a good time.

I consider photographing a woman as beautiful

as you are wonderful time.

Whatever turns you on.

And let's see you a little bit more sexy.

How's that?

Yes, that's nice.

Ah, that's nice.

That's very nice.

Wet your lips, darling.

That's good.

Put your head back a little more.

Let me try something.

Yeah.

It's splendid.

I think you're just perfect.

So you're interested in more than photography after all.

Oh, that's right.

I am.

The landlady came to collect the rent and found the body.

She says she didn't see anyone entering or leaving the place

last night. - OK.

Check with the neighbors and see if they saw anything.

OK.

These girls think it can never happen to them.

Margie and Cherry were friends.

I don't think this is just a coincidence here.

He must have found Cherry's address book.

If that's true, then there's a man out there

who's got a list of a lot of British prostitutes

all over LA.

I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you in my office.

I had to put in an appearance.

That's quite all right, Lord Fraser.

This is Inspector Foster from Scotland Yard.

Ah yes, the home office tell me you were coming.

I suppose you know this monster struck again last night.

Yes, yes I know.

Are you convinced it's the same man from home?

Absolutely.

Lord Fraser, the list.

Yes, in my office.

Frankly, I don't know what good it'll do you.

Hundreds of British tourists flood into Southern California

this time of the year.

Well, that's why we need it quickly.

Yes, well, I'll...

I'll get it for you.

He didn't have to cross the ocean

to kill British prostitutes.

I think he came here on business and he ran into his victims

by chance.

Well, that makes sense.

But there are still more than 400 names on that list.

Ah, there you are, Andrew.

That's Lord Rutherford, an old family friend.

This gathering is in his honor.

Tony!

I'd like you to meet Sergeant Hunter of the Los

Angeles Police Department.

Lord Rutherford, how are you?

And Inspector Foster from Scotland Yard.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

Now, they're here regarding that nasty business

I told you about.

Ah yes.

You really think that monster is here.

Well, it's a possibility.

I'm a great admirer of your work, Lord Rutherford.

Please, call me Tony.

Tony came in from Singapore a few weeks ago.

He's here to update his latest book...

"Brits Around the World."

Wonderful photographs!

I hardly recommend it.

Lord Fraser, the list?

Yes, of course.

Tony?

Pleasure.

Nice meeting you all.

The killer attacks sporadically

with no particular plan he's gone for as long as five

or six weeks without attacking.

We think he's unable to control his moods.

But when certain stimuli are present,

he gets the urge to kill even when it's unsafe for him

to do so.

Thanks, Inspector Foster.

Any questions?

Hunter?

McCarthy, Roode, you got the list of the British nationals

that are in Los Angeles.

I know it's a big job, but they got to be checked out.

Party, Ames?

There's a lot of stores in the area

that carry the type of music box we

found the scene of the crime.

Check them out.

I assume vice is checking out the streets.

Yeah, they are, but they're not having a lot of luck.

These gals don't want to talk to the cops, you know?

Well, explain to them the two of them

have already died at this man's hand.

Come on, push them!

Now look, this guy's out there.

Let's get him.

Good shot!

I love it.

Could you move this way just a touch?

Wonderful.

Oh, very close.

Wonderful!

Oh ho ho ho!

Excuse me.

I didn't mean to interrupt your shot, but by some small chance,

are you Lord Anthony Rutherford?

By some small chance, I am.

Would you mind stepping back?

Ah yes, of course.

Thank you.

You know, this is indeed an honor.

I'm a very big fan of yours.

I've got your book back home.

Really?

Name's Avery Thompson.

As you can see, I'm a bit of an amateur photographer myself.

I say, you... you wouldn't happen

to have a moment to take a look at some of my work, would you?

I... I've got a few samples back at the room.

Perhaps some other time.

Oh yes, yes!

I'd like that very much.

You see, I'm doing some business here, and I'll be at the hotel

Excalibur for the next few days.

So possibly if you get the chance,

you could ring me up there.

I'm sorry, but I'm rather busy on this trip.

Oh yes, of course, I understand.

Good day, Mr. Thompson.

Good day, Lord Rutherford!

Oh, Sergeant Hunter!

I've got the name of some of the stores

that sell those music boxes from Sergeant Hardy.

I think we could check them out together.

- Fabulous idea. - Good, let's go.

Right after lunch.

I'm really not very hungry.

I don't know how they do it in London,

but a good detective here in Los Angeles

needs an awfully good lunch.

I know it's bizarre, but I feel

guilty just stopping to eat sometimes

knowing he's still out there.

He's still out there, all right, Susannah.

What scares me is he could be on a plane tomorrow

and we'd be none the wiser.

You seem quite obsessed by this guy.

Why don't you just relax and enjoy your lunch, OK?

Thanks.

There was a young detective friend

of mine named Laurel McGruder.

Our vice people put her on the Soho

beat dressed as a prostitute.

I suppose you did the same kind of thing here.

Sure, it's a decoy.

Quite routine.

Something went wrong.

Her backup officer lost contact with her on his wireless.

He Found her body in a gutter behind a pub.

She was a very nice girl.

She wasn't found in the hotel room?

No.

We came to the conclusion that after she identified herself

as an officer, the man panicked, ripped out her wireless,

kidnapped her...

The music box was still playing when we found her.

I can understand your feelings, Susannah,

but please don't let this get in the way of you doing your job.

It won't.

Good.

Hi, are you Bob?

That's right, honey.

You Candice? - Uh-huh.

Well, climb on in, darling.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Well, a man never minds

waiting for a beautiful woman.

You're cute.

How did you get my number?

A gentleman named Hanson in Austin, Texas.

Hanson. No, I don't remember him.

Well, he remembers you.

He says you're the best thing that ever happened to LA.

My place or yours?

I thought you'd never ask.

You bloody fool!

Why don't you learn to drive?

You're English.

I don't think this is going to work out.

Finding who sold him that music box... we're looking

for a needle in a haystack.

It's all part of the job, though, isn't it?

Uh, Rick.

This is Candice Walker.

She has something for you on the lullaby case?

Yeah, Susannah.

Go ahead, Miss Walker.

That English man who's been killing these girls?

I think he tried to get his hooks into me last night.

I look for Brits living in foreign countries

and I take photographs of them.

That's what I do.

The more interesting and exotic they are, the better.

I didn't see any photographs of prostitutes in your book.

In a way, the lullaby killer is responsible for my meeting

with Candace.

Hm.

The idea of English prostitutes plying their trade

in foreign lands never occurred to me until Lord Fraser told

me about the murders in LA.

I see.

Now where did you get Candace's phone number?

A gentleman at the Ram's Head passed it on.

Do you know who he is?

- I don't remember. - I see.

Now all you wanted to do was take

photographs of these girls. Is that right?

That is exactly it.

OK.

Oh, why did you use an American accent

when you picked up the lady?

I was having a bit of fun with her.

Is there a law against that?

- There's a law against murder! - Susanne...

This is outrageous.

What's so special about Brahms' Lullaby?

I won't tolerate this.

Need I remind you that I'm a member of the House of Lords.

Susannah...

I don't care if he's the bloody prime minister.

Let's take a little break, shall we?

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm sorry.

We'll be right back.

He's guilty.

We'll see about that, now, won't we?

Look, inspector, we have absolutely no physical evidence

on this guy at all.

Then we'll find it.

Maybe we will, maybe we won't.

What are we supposed to do?

This is an LAPD investigation.

You're a guest here.

Let me handle it, OK?

OK.

OK?

Good.

Let's go back in and try it again.

Come on.

Hunter?

Captain wants to see all of us right now.

Lord Fraser's having a little problem with our holding Lord

Rutherford.

That's putting it mildly.

You're detaining an innocent man.

Look, I have nothing against American police procedures,

but it seems to me that you don't have

one shred of real evidence.

Look, Lord Fraser, we do have good reason

to question this man.

You don't really think that Tony Rutherford

is this Lullaby Killer?

Look, all we're doing is questioning the man.

You have to admit, his behavior has been a bit suspicious.

This is preposterous!

I've known this young man and his family for years.

He's already had a great personal tragedy in the family.

Don't put him through this.

What about the personal tragedies of the families

of those girls?

He has nothing to do with that!

Look, he's been extremely cooperative.

He came here without the benefit of legal advice.

He's answered all your questions,

but enough is enough.

Now Sergeant Hunter, do you have any real evidence

that even remotely links him with these murders?

No, I don't.

Then Captain Devane, I must insist

that you release him now.

Your Captain Devane being just made an enormous mistake.

Under the circumstances, I think he did the right day.

This is wrong.

Well, what do you expect him to do?

The man doesn't have any warrants

in England or in this country.

Well, that means nothing.

Oh, Susannah, I mean, you can't

take a man's rights away because he talks to a prostitute.

I better call the Yard and let them know what's going on.

I'll see you later.

How are we doing on everything else?

Nothing.

Oh, good.

Good God, Tony.

This isn't at all like you getting into such a mess.

Why would you even get a photograph a prostitute?

Oh, come now, Andrew.

I thought it would make a wonderful highlight

for my book.

Some highlight.

Frankly, it's a disgrace that so many young women

are coming to this country and working as prostitutes.

Maybe if we do something to bolster our economy,

they can ply their trade at home.

That is not funny.

Come now, quit being so stuffy, Andrew.

It's easy for you to say.

If the British press get hold of this,

it could be quite embarrassing.

I suppose it could.

Andrew, it was all an unfortunate coincidence,

an innocent adventure.

We've been friends a long time.

If I've embarrassed you, I am sorry.

All right.

But Tony, you must remember that whilst you are here,

you are not just an average tourist.

You are a member of the House of Lords not some pink

hair rock singer.

Your behavior must be beyond reproach.

Of course.

No more prostitutes, I promise.

So, uh, what are going to photograph next?

Something quite innocent, I assure you.

Good.

Ah, it's absolutely brilliant!

Brilliant!

More violence.

That's it.

You can do even better.

You've got 100,000 adoring fans out there waiting

to tear your clothes off!

This is 100,000 screaming in the coliseum!

What are you doing?

Come on, more violence!

That... oh, brilliant.

Brilliant, more of that.

Big smiles.

Big smiles.

The music, the lights, the screaming... ha!

Excellent, very good.

Wonderful, wonderful.

People!

This is the greatest band in the history of time.

That's it.

There you go.

Look at them. Look at them.

They're screaming.

You love it, you love it!

More, more, more!

Gin with bitters.

Excuse me, old chap.

Would you mind doing me a little favor?

The gentleman in the bar sent you these, Miss.

He thought you might be more comfortable if you came

in and had a drink with him.

Where is he?

Over there.

He was sitting right there a few moments ago.

Susannah, Captain Devane just got a phone call

from Lord Rutherford.

He wanted to apologize to you for letting

the air out of your time.

That was right after he threatened

this department with legal action

if we don't leave him alone.

He can't do that.

Yes, he can.

It's called harassment.

Now look, don't you think I want to go after this guy

as much as you do?

But we can't right now.

We've got to leave him alone, and that includes you.

This doesn't make sense.

I know that, but look.

If you don't do it, Captain Devane

is going to call Scotland Yard to have

you shipped back to London.

Now what do you want to do?

Good.

So how was changing your first flat in America?

I didn't have a jack.

Thank you, sir.

Lord Rutherford... Come in, please.

Come in.

Hello, Avery.

Hello.

It was quite a surprise hearing from you.

To tell you the truth, I thought...

Well, I thought you'd be far too busy to take the time to look

at the work of a rank amateur.

Don't be silly.

I'm always interested in good photography.

Good, then I...

I hope you won't be too disappointed.

Ah.

Hm.

Of course, I am...

But I'm not nearly in your class.

I don't think I'll be disappointed at all

Now watch your steps, folks.

Got a jumper this morning, huh?

Yeah.

Where are Sergeants McCall and Hunter?

Up in this man's room, 1706.

1706, thanks.

Over here, Charlie.

So what do we got?

Victim's name is Avery Thompson.

He's a British citizen.

He left a suicide note.

As you can see here, he claims he killed

two girls and then jumped out the window because he's

afraid to kill again.

Captain?

Photographs of both the victims.

Well now.

This looks like this could be our boy, huh?

Yeah, well, maybe.

Everything seems pretty convenient, doesn't it?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I mean just that.

Everything seems to be conveniently here for us.

I know so, but I think it's a mistake.

Yes, I understand, but...

Yes, sir.

Even if Thompson hadn't committed suicide,

this stuff would've set him straight to the gas chamber.

This is the kind of evidence a DA just dreams about.

What did you people find on Avery?

Wasn't anywhere near the vicinity of most

of the murders in England.

All right, so we have a copycat killer here.

The Yard think so.

They feel the real suspect is still in England.

What about you, Suzanne?

I think Rutherford did it.

If he wanted to throw us off the trail,

he couldn't have found a better way of doing it.

She's right.

Now wait a minute, wait a minute.

We've got these two crimes solved.

We've got all this evidence.

Look, I think this sounds just a little circumstantial.

He's got away with 25 murders in England and two here.

I'm telling you, Rutherford's our man.

Look, Susannah, we're not saying that he's not the guy.

Everything does point to him.

But we don't have anything to go on right now.

And besides, considering who he is,

he is pretty well insulated.

I've been called back to London.

Susannah?

Oh, thank you both for coming down.

I want to apologize for my behavior.

Oh, listen, that's not necessary.

Susannah, you do great police work.

We appreciate that.

Thank you.

So what are you going to do after you get back?

Well, as long as Rutherford's here, there's nothing I can do.

You both know I'm right about him, don't you?

Look, we'll stay on him.

Good.

Oh, there's something you can do for me.

One day, Rutherford's going to take a bad step.

If it's in England, I'll be there waiting.

But if you two happen to happen to catch him

before he leaves the states, would

you have him autograph this?

I'd like to give it to my Chief Inspector

so he'll know what a fool he is.

Sure.

Oh, and if you're ever in London, we'll do the town.

Good. Have a good trip.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Thanks. Bye bye.

Bye bye.

I'm Susannah foster, room 756.

I think you've been preparing my bill.

I've changed my mind.

I've decided to stay one more day.

Thank you.

I'm really quite busy.

Too busy to get at the truth?

And what does that mean, young lady?

A couple of days ago in Captain Devane's office,

you mentioned something about a tragedy

in Lord Rutherford's family.

What was that about?

Well, it's really none of your business, inspector.

I'm afraid it is.

You must understand I'm going to continue

this investigation into Lord Rutherford

no matter what it takes.

Yes, you'd do that, wouldn't you?

Don't you realize there are lives at stake here?

Please, Lord Fraser.

Help me.

Tell me what happened.

Tony's father killed himself.

The boy was only 11 at the time.

Even you can realize it was quite painful for him.

Why did he commit suicide?

I'd rather not say.

Tony's father was my friend.

It was painful for me too.

I have to know.

Please.

Tony's father discovered that Lady Rutherford

was having an affair.

In anger, he killed her.

And then he took his own life.

Now I remember.

The papers were full of stories about it when I was a child.

Yes, those trashy tabloids made a scandal out of it.

She supposedly had a number of affairs, didn't she?

The newspapers described her as a prostitute.

Was she?

Lady Rutherford was a lost, lonely woman.

She was not a prostitute.

Maybe her son thought she was.

Ah, planning a little trip, are we?

No, just looking at these pictures.

I tell you, whatever else Tony Rutherford is, he sure

does know how to use a camera.

Not a bad life, huh?

Is there some way to figure out if the pictures that we

found in Avery's room were actually

taken with one of his cameras as opposed to Rutherford's?

Well, not unless you have an obvious camera flaw.

It's impossible.

So frustrating.

There has to be some way to connect this man.

Hey, didn't Lord Fraser say that Rutherford

came into LA from Singapore?

That's right.

What was the date?

Good evening, Lord Rutherford.

I have nothing to say to you.

I don't blame you.

I feel quite badly about the way you've been treated.

Do you?

Yes, I do.

You know we found the man who killed those girls.

Yes.

Lord Fraser told me the man took his own life.

Yes.

Look, I just came by to apologize.

My behavior was extreme.

I'm sorry.

I was just trying to do my job.

I understand.

So you're off to London today, eh?

Actually, I've decided to stay until tomorrow.

I came all the way to Los Angeles.

I'm not going to go home without at least one good night

on the town.

I don't blame you.

Los Angeles is an exciting place.

The only problem is, I don't know my way around very well.

I was wondering if you're free tonight,

maybe we could have dinner and some drinks.

I don't know anyone interesting in the city.

It would be nice to spend some time with someone from home.

We could talk about your work.

Unless you're busy, of course.

Actually, I am free tonight.

Might be rather pleasant.

That's wonderful.

I could be ready by 8:00.

Why not?

Hey, look at this.

Readout from the computer at Interpol...

While our friend was photographing in Singapore,

a young British prostitute was killed.

Don't tell me...

Broken neck and a music box in her right hand?

Brahms' Lullaby.

Hey, I just got a call from Lord Fraser.

He had the strangest conversation

with Susannah Foster. - What do you mean?

She should be long gone by now.

No, no, no, I called her hotel.

She hasn't checked out yet.

Good evening.

Come in.

You look quite lovely.

Thank you.

I was thinking maybe you'd like to photograph me.

After all, I am a Brit in a foreign land.

Perhaps after dinner.

I ordered some champagne.

Maybe we could have a drink and order dinner in.

That way, we can really get to know each other.

Shall we have a toast?

Why not?

To your late mother, god rest her soul.

Oh.

You think you're very clever, don't you?

I have a feeling she liked to play this for you.

What do you know about my mother?

She was very lonely.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Please.

Stop it.

She must have been a very exciting woman.

Get it away from me.

She loved you very much.

She was a tramp!

Come on, no.

Be nice to your mother.

I love you.

You whore!

You have to die, mother. You have to die.

Let her go, Rutherford!

No!

No!

Don't you understand?

She killed my father.

She's a whore!

She has to die!

She has to die!

No!

No!

Oh!

It's all right.

It's OK now.

It's going to be all right.

It's all over.

It's all over.

Now it's over.