All language subtitles for Hunter S02E23 - Saturday Night Special

The victim's a
resident of skid row.

The last thing he said

was something like,
"this is just the first.

There'll be more."

He's the skid row stalker.

Who is this?

It's the skid row stalker.

That is the same voice

that called me before
about the murders.

Undercover on skid row, huh?

As what?

I'm looking for my
friend Geraldine.

Did you ever hear
the old saying that

the murderer always returns
to the scene of the crime?

Ok, hunter, get me out of here.

It works for me.

City room.

Yes, this is Isabelle turette.

Wait. Hold on.

Look, is this some
kind of sick joke?

You killed...

Who is this?!

Isabelle: The killer, he
called me by my name,

almost like he knew me.

"I'm your biggest fan," he said.

"I want you to
share in my glory."

Now, is there anything
about his voice that's unusual

or peculiar you
can tell us about?

It was weird, raspy,

like he was disguising it.

I don't know any more
than that. I'm sorry.

Here's the murder weapon.
Saturday night special.

What about the victim? Any I.D.?

All I've got is a postmark
dated 10 years ago

and a name, Reginald lamoine.

Thank you, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Does the name Reginald lamoine

ring a bell with you at all?

No.

If you hear from
this person again,

night or day,

you call us
immediately, all right?

The last thing he said

was something like,
"this is just the first."

"There'll be more."

10 bucks.

10 bucks? What you
talking' 10 bucks?

That stuff looks like

it's been stepped
on by elephants.

Yeah, well, if
you don't like it,

you can go someplace else, huh?

Wait, wait...

I like elephants.

Very nice animals.

All right, pay me.

Hunter: Exactly what time

did you get that phone call?

It was still dark.

Must have been
around 5:00 this morning.

And you called us
immediately, right?

Oh, yes. Immediately.

How are you doing?

It's just...

So real, you know?

And the ugliness of it.

How do you ever get used to it?

We don't.

Ready for some more good news?

I can't even get a name.

She's past having
one a long time ago.

Not if I have anything
to say about it.

Isabelle, I'm gonna ask

to have a tap put
on your telephone.

At the paper?

Do any of you people
know this woman?

Come on, you saw her every day.

You have to at least
know her first name.

Where did she live?

Where did she drink?

She was a human being, dammit,

and somebody killed her.

Doesn't that matter to you?

How are my other sources
supposed to feel when they

find out a cop is breathing
heavy on the other end?

I won't tell. Will you?

I'm sorry. I want to help you,

but no self-respecting reporter

would let the police
put a tap on her line.

Isabelle: Where do
they come from?

The U.S. supreme court

recently declared
it unconstitutional

to lock up the mentally ill

unless a court has found
them to be dangerous

to themselves or to others.

Turned out of the institutions,

many of them flock
to the skid rows

of our large cities...

Homeless, friendless,
and forgotten.

How's it coming?

Don't worry about
space. We'll find it.

Mr. Banksin...

Could we have a word
with you in your office?

Sure.

Even with my approval,

you can't tap a line
without a court order.

And this is a newspaper,
a public trust.

Do you know what would
people who call us would say

if they knew they were being
wiretapped by the police?

We're talking about one line,

one reporter.

It happens to be the only
link we have to this killer.

Now, if you cooperate,
we'll get the court order.

Reporters go to jail for
not revealing their sources.

And you expect me
to agree to a wiretap?

People are being killed here.

Can you guarantee
that if we do it your way

we'll catch this killer?

Of course I can't.

Then I can't authorize it.

And even if I did,

there's no way Isabelle
would go along with it.

Well, if it happens
one more time,

she's not going to
have much of a choice.

Won't she?

Then you don't know
Isabelle turette,

which, incidentally,
isn't her real name.

Try nella Watkins.

She grew up on the streets,

dreaming of winning
a pulitzer prize.

Worked, scratched.

Had to quit school at
14, but went back nights

because she had
one hell of a mind

and because that's
how bad she wanted it.

That killer out there?

I think he picked
the wrong lady.

L-56, come in.

McCall: Go ahead, dispatch.

We had a call for you
from an Isabelle turette.

Someone broke into her
residence at 5432 bellon.

Ok, got it. Thanks.

Isabelle: Come in. It's open.

I couldn't lock it.

The lock's been jimmied.

Did you see who did it?

I got in around 9:30.

When I opened up the door
and turned on the lights,

here it was.

Anything missing?

I don't know.

I tried to look,
I just couldn't.

It's him, isn't it?

He found out where I lived.

He came here and
he did this. Why?

Well, if it is this
skid row stalker,

as you call him...
I don't know why,

but it's obvious he's
looking for something.

You have any idea what?

It doesn't make sense.

I have no idea what he
could be looking for.

Did you check your messages yet?

Isabelle, you've not
let go of the fears

of which mortality is made.

Working with the authorities

you cost me my sanity.

So when dusk comes,

I shall once again become
open prey to eagles.

The choice is made.

Another's blood will
soon be upon my hands.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna take this downtown

and analyze it.
It's ok, isn't it?

It's ok. Take it.

Maybe somebody tipped him off

we were talking
to the city editor.

McCall: Yeah, that's possible.

Any idea who that could be?

You're not suggesting
someone at the paper

could be involved in this?

Let's look into that.

Thanks.

Finn: So what are
you telling me here?

Her place was ransacked,
there was nothing missing.

She has no idea what
they're looking for.

That's about right.

And there's a message
on her phone machine,

but our lab can't tell
if it's a male or a female.

Right again?

Yeah.

Well, what have we got here?

A big bunch of nothing.

Well, the voice was
altered electronically.

That's big-time sophisticated.

And the FBI fingerprints
computer gave us the name

of the other victim.
It's Geraldine desouza,

born may 17, 1921,
in Tucson, Arizona.

She disappeared
about 12 years ago.

Her family still doesn't
know where she is.

So where does that lead us?

I think it ought to
lead us to skid row.

Fine. Go ahead. What
are you doing here?

Well, they're not real keen
on cops down in skid row.

One of us has to go undercover.

Yeah, so we need a little
more time and equipment.

Undercover on skid row, huh?

As what?

Hey. I'm looking for
my friend, Geraldine.

She's about this tall,
and she's about 60.

She always wears a
lucky red sweater.

It's like this color right here.

Just red like that.

I haven't seen her
for a long time.

Have you seen her?

No, dearie. I can't help you.

I don't know her.

But, knock on wood,
I hope you find her.

Heh heh heh.

- Me, too.
- Thank you.

Bye.

It's ok, hunter. Stay
where you are. He's gone.

McCall: I've been
looking for her

for a long time, and I
haven't found her at all.

You ever seen her?

Sounds like you're
describing Wanda,

not some Geraldine.

About so high,

old gal,

treasure hunter like me.

Pokes around a lot,

wears a red sweater.

Red sweater. Red sweater.

That's what she always...
Lucky red sweater.

That's her. Where
can I find her?

Might try Jack's bar.

I've seen her in there
before... more than once.

Jack's bar...

Ok, I know exactly
where that is.

Jack's bar, Jack's bar.

Thank you so... oh,
thank you. Bless you.

Ok, hunter, get me out of here.

Corner of olive and Alameda.

I hear you!

You know, sometimes
them little old bottles

just seem to come to life.

If I didn't know better,

I'd swear mine was singing

the star spangled banner.

Hunter, get me out of here.

Olive and Alameda.

I like it.

It's you.

I also like what you've
done with your hair.

It makes a personal statement.

I like that about you. I
respect you for that.

You want to hear a
really personal statement?

No.

Good.

Take me home. Ahh.

I'm exhausted. I
gotta take a bath

and change my clothes,

and then we've got to go
to Jack's and get a drink.

Hunter: Hiya, Jack.

I'm not Jack.

Can we talk to Jack?

You can try, but he's
been dead for so long,

he probably won't answer.

Are you the staff clown
or do you own this place?

I own it.

What did you say your name was?

It's sid.

Signs cost money, and drunks
don't read them anyways.

Do you know anything
about the murder

of the woman last
night at fifth and hill?

Nope.

She was a bag lady,

kind of a pack rat.

Her name might have been Wanda.

She always wore a red sweater.

Sid, come on. I hear

you're the eyes and ears
of this whole neighborhood.

Look, I don't like cops in here.

It runs the customers off.

It's nothing personal.

Yeah, well, maybe if you put
some liquor in your liquor.

I especially don't
like funny cops.

What about spoilsport cops?

What about cops who think
you have too many phones

in your bar? What about cops

who think you're running
a book in back room?

She liked her Sherry,
and you're right.

Her name was Wanda.

Is that it?

What else do you want?

Some of these people
don't smell so good.

Sometimes you don't
want to get close enough

to pour their booze.

Or take their money.

Give me a break, huh?

All I know is, that
whenever she hit it lucky,

they'd come in here

and order Sherry
like a couple of queens.

What do you mean, they?

They. Her and pockets.

Who the hell is pockets?

Another crazy broad.

They were always together.

Where can we find this pockets?

Look, finding pockets

ain't gonna do you
an ounce of good.

She don't talk, not
to nobody, ever.

She hangs out over
on third, by the bank,

where she don't talk, either.

Pockets? I'm sergeant McCall.

This is sergeant hunter.
We're police officers.

Please. We just want
to talk with you, pockets.

It's about Wanda.

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

I know she was your friend.

I know she was alone,
and somebody killed her.

And god knows she
deserves better than that.

Is there someplace
we can go and sit down?

I don't know. Maybe sid's right.

Maybe she can't talk. Maybe
she doesn't understand.

I understand more than sid does.

Why didn't you say anything?

Say what?

They leave you alone,

you don't say nothing.

Why did you decide
to talk to us?

I like what she said

about Wanda deserving better.

Will you talk to us about Wanda?

You'll buy a bottle of
Sherry for her and me?

Sure will.

Wanda slept there.

I guess...

I... I better get rid of it now.

You two, turn
around. Turn around.

Turn around!

No peeking now. You hear me?

Yeah, we hear you.

Now you can look.

I don't let nobody
see my hidey-hole.

There. Sit down. Sit down.

I told Wanda,

don't go poking in
that garbage at night.

I told her, poke all
you want in the daytime,

but at night, you stay here.

She wouldn't listen to me.

All the time, poking
in that damn garbage

like a rat.

And, sure enough...

He got her.

Who got her?

Who do you think? The
guy what killed her.

Well, who was he?

I don't know, but
as soon as I find out,

I'm gonna give him one
right between the eyes

like he done Wanda.

Wanda was ok.

She just couldn't
care for herself.

I tried,

but you couldn't
tell her nothing.

She was all talk to anybody.

Always talking, poking,
talking, and poking.

Isabelle! Good
stuff! Keep it up,

and you're gonna win
a pulitzer, young lady.

I'd rather find a home

for a bunch of poor
people on skid row.

What is it? What do you want?

I seen you.

What?

I seen you on TV.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.
I'm really in a hurry.

You let go of me, or
I'm gonna call for help.

No, you won't 'cause I seen
you before you got on TV.

I seen you in that alley.

What alley?

You know what alley.

I want $5,000, or i'm
gonna go tell the police.

Tell them what?

That there ain't no
skid row stalker.

You made it all up, lady.

The stalker is you. I seen you.

I seen you kill that old lady.

Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting,

but we won't be
issuing a statement

until this time tomorrow.

Are you saying
you have no leads?

Are there any
suspects at this point?

No, I'm sorry.

Any comment at all?

Hey, it's Isabelle turette.

Isabelle, why are you here?

Isabelle, what's the
status of the case?

Any new developments?

Please, I have a
deadline, just like you.

Wait. Have you talked
to the killer again?

And if so, was any motive
given for the murders?

You'll read all about
it in the daily citizen.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

This guy says he has
eyewitness information

about the killings.

And the voice wasn't anything

like the killer's?

No, no, it was just normal.

And the only thing
he was worried about

was how much money
I was going to pay him.

How much were
you going to pay him?

$500.

Did he also volunteer

to tell you where
Jimmy hoffa was?

My instincts tell
me this guy's legit.

Now, the only thing
I'm worried about

is meeting him in skid row

in the middle of the night.

Well, you don't have
to worry about that.

I'll go meet him.

My face has been plastered
all over the 6:00 news.

No, huh-uh. I want you
to wire me and back me up.

Wait a minute now.

You're a civilian. We can't...

I'm not a civilian.

I'm a reporter,
and that's the deal.

If you want to know
more about this,

you put a hidden
microphone on me.

Otherwise, I'm just
gonna do it all on my own.

Now, don't try to
be a hero, Isabelle.

Don't take any chances.
You understand?

Let us do the police work.

It's your last
chance to back out.

It's... it's ok. Let's do it.

All right, you're all set.

There's a note here that says,

"keep going south to
the next phone booth."

There's another note here.

It says, "go to the next alley,

meet me near the fence."

If he's this close,
you better stay there.

He might hear your car.

What's the gun for, Billy?

You don't need a gun.

You got the cash?

Help!

Help!

Aah!

Aah!

He tried to kill me!

He tried to kill me!

It's all right. It's
ok. We're here.

What the hell happened here?

It was him.

It's the skid row stalker.

That's the same voice
that called me before

about the murders.

He got me here to kill me!

He pointed the gun at me,

and he started talking
to me in this gibberish.

So I grabbed the
gun, and it went off,

I don't know how many times.

And suddenly he just
dropped, and I ran.

What happened to your wire?

When he came rushing out,
it must have pulled loose.

He came from the shadows
and grabbed my arm.

Let me see the notes you
got from the phone booth.

I'm not a happy,
carefree kind of guy.

I worry about things.

I worry about nuclear arms.

I worry about food riots.

I worry about two hot-dog cops

who use civilians
on decoy operations.

Now wait a minute, Ambrose.

It was not a decoy operation.

She was going with
us or without us.

Well, anyway, at
least it was the bad guy

who bit the biscuit and not her.

Case closed.

Well, we'd like to
keep the case open.

We also want to keep
her under surveillance.

What? She's a suspect?

Hunter: Yeah.

Come on, guys, we
got a dead junkie...

He's the skid row stalker.

Lieutenant, when does a
junkie ever kill anybody,

except to get his next fix?

Now think... a guy who
kills people and calls

a reporter to talk about
it is psycho. He's twisted.

I think this dead
guy and the killer

are two different people.

I don't believe her story

about what happened
in the alley way.

She said the wire came
loose during the struggle.

Over a minute went by

before we heard the first shot.

Ok, so she struggled
with him for a while,

and then the gun
went off. Big deal.

If a minute went by,

don't you think we would
have heard something?

We didn't hear anything.

Ok, if it was a setup, and
she really murdered this guy,

why the hell would she invite
you two along for the ride?

Witnesses. She had
to have witnesses

to validate her big story.

That's right.

And think about it.

Who better than a couple cops?

How do these work?

Just hold them up to your
eye and look through them.

I mean the technology behind it,

the principle behind
what makes it work.

It's a very simple principle.

If it was simple, I
wouldn't have to ask you.

Ok.

Infrared light is
gathered in prisms,

tiny little shapes like this,

through the ionosphere
by magnets and stored

in a refractory
sense in those lenses.

In the evening, when there's
a low intensity of light,

you're able to see

with help of the infrared light.

It shoots out
through the subject,

and it glows, and you're
able to see the images...

Clearly, not with
regular lights,

only with infrared lights
and only at nighttime.

Get out of here.

You're looking
through the wrong end.

You know, I'm still trying
to figure out how she did it.

Did what?

Did what? She
suckered us, hunter.

She got us wrapped
up in her big story

like a couple of
innocents, you know...

"Gallant reporter solves
skid row stalker case."

I'm trying to figure out
how she talked that junkie

to get in the alley
with her and kill him.

Well, you're the know-it-all.
Why don't you tell me?

What do you mean, know-it-all?

If I knew that, I wouldn't
be sitting in this car

staring at this exit. I
want to get some sleep.

Here she comes.

Good news. She's not going home.

Did you ever hear
of the old saying

the murderer always returns
to the scene of the crime?

Yeah, but I've never
seen it happen.

Neither have I, but she's
turning off onto hugely.

Can you reach it?

Nope.

Come on.

What happened?

She's leaving.

Well, come on. Jump.

I'm not gonna
jump. It's too high.

Will you jump and hurry up?

She's probably getting away.

Come on.

Oh! You ought to miss a meal.

Come on.

She was looking for
something in the trash.

But looking for what?

Something she could
identify just by feel.

Well, she didn't find it.

No, not while I was watching.

If she did, that means
she's got it with her now.

That's right.

Yes?

Miss turette,
you're under arrest.

What?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against...

Against me in a court of law.

Hunter: Yeah.

Are you taking me into
custody? And if so, why?

Not unless you'd answer
some questions here.

Like what were you
looking for in that alley?

Come in.

I lost an earring. I
went to look for it.

Did you find it?

No. I guess it's lost.

It had sentimental value.
They're my grandmother's.

Could I see the other one?

Be my guest.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Tell me, why did
you wait until night

to go look for it? Why
not look during day time?

I just realized that it was
missing a few hours ago,

and I didn't want to
wait until morning..

Why am I being arrested?
Because I lost an earring?

Oh, no, no, no. You see,
we want to search you

and search your car.

You want to search the car?

There are the keys.

You want to do a strip
search? Be my guest.

But don't be surprised
if you read about it

on the front page
of the daily citizen.

Sergeant hunter.

It's a shame you can't stay.

I have a great bod.

Isabelle turette.

Yes.

What do you want?

I make my living
finding little things

and selling them to people.

I find them in the highways

and the byways... in the alleys.

I find out some very
interesting things.

Special things that people want,

and special things
that they can't find.

Things that cost maybe $1,000.

What are you trying to
say? And get to the point.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I sure don't want
to take up your time,

but I thought maybe
if you was in the mood

to buy something,

maybe the size of
a monkey wrench,

maybe we could
do a little business.

You want to meet
somewhere, is that it?

Well, somewhere where
there's lots of people.

Someplace crowded.

You pick the spot.

Guardian restaurant
downtown. 3:00.

I know where that is!

Pockets: I'm with
Isabelle turette's party.

Will you kindly
show me to her table?

It's all right. She's with me.

You want to tell me what
that call was all about?

Yeah.

It's funny how I come
by this little doodad.

I was sound asleep
behind the trash,

copping some zs,

when all of a sudden,

I hear all this bang-banging,

and I looks up,

and there's somebody
hiding something

in a pile of junk.

I wait, and I wait till
everybody's gone,

and then I sneaks a look.

And there's another little
something for me to sell.

And this pretty little
number's got a story,

so that makes it
worth a whole lot more.

You listen to me, old lady.

You cut the crap and
tell me what you want.

I want a cool thousand.

Well, let me tell
you something...

I think maybe that you're a cop,

and that you're wired,

and I don't know what
you're talking about.

Ha ha ha!

A cop?

How many cops you
seen look like me?

And you think I
got a little machine

to take down all your
pretty little words?

Well, here. You want to see?

Not here!

At my place, all right?

That place of yours happen
to have a little Sherry?

Yes.

All right, you're not wired.

So where do we go from here?

Well, you come bring the money,

and I'll bring what I got.

And just like that,

at that restaurant
where we was today.

You've got 3 hours.

Oh, lord! Ain't we somebody!

You better be nice
to me, miss priss,

least way till you get
your hands on the goodies.

You don't show up,
I'll see about you.

'Cause I picked that
thing up very careful,

and ain't nobody
touched it since you did.

You'll get your money.

My money! Ain't that
got a nice ring to it?

Now, pockets, you never
told her what you found?

I called it a thing
about the size

of a monkey
wrench, like you said.

She never once asked you exactly

what it was that you found?

Oh, she knew what I
found, Mr. Good-looking.

What else could it be
but the gun the junkie had?

He probably even
tried to use it.

Had to be what she
was looking for.

Now, look, pockets,

you cannot be alone
with this woman.

Oh, pockets can
take care of herself.

No, you can't. Not
with this woman.

Um, if it didn't work,

uh, she could just walk away,

and you couldn't do
anything about her?

We don't want anything
to happen to you.

Bless your heart.

Ain't nobody been concerned
about me for 100 years.

Now listen, pockets.

Do not get into the
same car with her.

Don't even go to the
ladies' room together.

She'll try to kill you.

Well, she didn't kill me

when she had me at her house.

That's because she
didn't have the gun.

That's probably the only
reason you're still here.

The first chance she
gets, she'll try to kill you.

Like she killed Wanda.

I took Wanda's bed up.

Put everything away.

You know, when you
ain't got but one friend,

and you lose that
one, it makes you mad.

I cried. It takes a
lot to make me cry.

And I'm mad! Why'd she do that?

Her skid row stalker
story made front page.

She had a hard time growing up,

and now she's looking
for a pulitzer prize.

Uh-uh. Don't bring me

that stuff about, "I'm poor,

so I'll just step
on somebody else."

Like it's all right
because you had it hard

to do anything to anybody.

They make everybody black

and everybody poor ashamed.

It makes me ashamed!

Sitting in her apartment...

Her fancy apartment,
eating her supper

like ain't nothing happened.

Like Wanda was just
dust on her shoes.

Well, it's time to stand up

and give that stuff right back!

Because I'm tired of it!

And she's got it coming!

And ol' pockets is
going to give it to her.

Hallelujah.

Hurry up and get in.

Uh-uh.

You want the money or not?

That's why I'm doing this dance.

Well, sweetheart, I'm not gonna

hand it to you on a platter

in the restaurant with
all those witnesses.

And I'm not getting
in no automobile

with you, miss uppity.

Well, old lady, you
just kissed away $1,000.

She's going to get away.

Wait!

Come on!

Wait!

I see you finally
came to your senses.

I'll take 1,000 bucks

as well as any old woman.

Where is it?

Hold your horses.
I got it right here.

In this box.

Somewhere in here I got it.

Will you hurry up!

That's it.

Keep your greedy little
hands off to yourself!

Just show it to me.

No way, Jose.

You let me see the green.

Then you'll get
to see the goodies.

You'll give me that box now.

You wouldn't shoot
me, would you, gal?

I might have known you
was too smart for me.

I ain't nothin' but talk no how.

Well, here, you can have it!

You lying old woman!
That isn't the gun!

This is the police.

Pull your car over and
throw out your gun now!

Are you all right?

Never felt better in my life.

That gal picked the
wrong old crazy person

to mess with.

I think you're right.

Ella Mae bullock's back,

and she's badder than ever!

Ella Mae who?

Me.

That's my name.

Ella Mae?

Ella Mae?

I got 5 different ways

of moving in and
out of this place.

On account of night burglars.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Guess what we've got for you.

Something special.

Ta-da!

I wish Wanda was here.

So do I, pockets.

They let me go see where
Wanda was buried today.

Over at Potter's field.

I took a few little
things over there

to put on the grave.

Sure is lonesome.

Ella Mae, why don't you
get out of this place?

Why don't you let us
help you find a new home?

You mean, why don't I leave
this mangy old hole at last?

Well, sure. There's a lot

of relocation
assistance programs.

We can help you.

Well, people...

I got me a place.

May not look like much...

But it's what I am.

It's freedom.

I can come and go in and
out of here any way I please.

I'm captain of the ship here.

I am somebody.

So...

Let's make a toast.

I got me two friend,

a pretty lady and a
tall handsome fellow.

And we finally...

Done good by Wanda.

Hallelujah!

Amen.

Amen!