Hunter (1984–1991): Season 6, Episode 9 - The Fifth Victim - full transcript

Tonight on "Hunter."

-This is 11th
homosexual we've had

murdered in the
last five months.

-I killed all of
them except one.

-Which one didn't you kill?

-Him.

I didn't kill him.

-We've got 24 hours
to find Sanger's killer.

-I was his companion
for 10 years, Sergeant.

I'm not embarrassed by that.

-But why are you asking this?



You have caught Mark's killer.

-No.

-There he is.

He's up on the sixth floor.

-Hold it right there!

Captain, Dee Dee,
you sure about this one?

-That's why I called you, Sal.

-Young Caucasian male,
wire wrapped around the neck,

body covered in plastic.

-Lipstick on the lips?

-Yes.

-A hell of a sight
before breakfast.

Get it out of here.

-You know, Sal, this is
a sight I'm getting tired



of looking at.

-You know, wait
a minute, Charlie.

-No, you wait a minute.

This is the 11th homosexual
we've had murdered

in the last five
months, and your task

force has come up with nothing.

-We've been doing
all right things, Captain.

-Yeah, I know.

We're all doing
the right things.

-Is there anything
special you would

like me to do on
this case, Captain?

-It's your task force, Sal.

-Dee Dee, would
you let me know what

you have other than
a handful of nothing?

-How about a, ah, witness?

-You're kidding.

-Nope.

Our friend over
here saw the drop.

-Hunter, would you like
to share with me, please?

-Certainly.

Pickup truck, tan in color,
driven by one adult male.

It was too dark
to see the driver.

-Does he remember
the license plate number?

-Well, sure he does.

And he remembers the bank
number of his last paycheck.

-2PCE 365.

-Boy, I'd call that more
than just a handful of nothing,

wouldn't you, Sal?

-Calder!

Police.

I want to talk to you.

-Ah!

-Oh!

Get off me!

Man, you broke my nose.

I'm going to sue.

You Gestapo!

-Not too shabby, kid.

-You're wrong, man.

I never seen any of these guys.

-Mr. Calder, we have
physical evidence that, ah,

that links you to these murders.

We have fibers.

We have hair.

And we just have two of
your prints that matched up.

-It must've been
my twin brother.

-Mr. Calder, we found
felt plastic pallet covers

in your garage.

-I'm a painter, man.

I use them for dropcloths.

-That's not what
you use them for.

You use them to
wrap up your victims

after you strangle
them with piano wires.

Hey, scumbag, come here.

Come here.

Now, look.

You recognize any of these guys?

-No.

What about the
lipstick, Mr. Calder?

What lipstick?

The one in your
glove compartment.

It matches the lipstick
on the victim's mouths.

-Now, tell, why do you do that?

Why do you put lipstick on
their mouths after you kill them?

Is it a turn-on to you?

-Go to hell.

-Hey, take it easy, Sarge.

-You're full of it, man.

You know that?

You are really full of it.

-Let's take five, Sal, huh?

-That's a good.

Hey, well, I'm not
through with you.

I'll be back.

-Well, I see you haven't
lost your touch, Sal.

-Well, why don't you
handle it, Hunter?

-I will.

-So, what's next?

-Lunch.

Definitely lunch.

You were right, Rick.

Hell of a gyro they
make at that deli.

-I think it's the mustard, John.

It's the mustard that
brings that sandwich to life.

-You got that right.

You know your mustard.

-Uh-huh.

Look at the meat.

They slice it so thin
you can read through it.

Now, not a lot of
people understand

what goes into a good sandwich.

-Yeah.

I'll tell you, a lot of people
don't understand nothing.

I mean, some stuff you got
to be a man to understand.

-Right.

Now, you see those guys
up there on the board?

They wouldn't understand
what goes into a good sandwich.

They're not men.

-Yeah.

No way.

-And, you know, the
more I think about this,

the more I'm beginning to think
that you're not a man, either.

-What are you talking about?

-Look, maybe we got
the wrong guy here.

And maybe you didn't
kill all these guys.

Maybe what we really do
have here is another limp wrist.

-What do you mean?

-Well, maybe you just
wanted these guys for sex.

-Is that what you think?

Is that what you really think?

-That's what it looks like,
and I have an idea that's

what it'll look like
to those guys, too.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

That's how they
all looked at it.

That's what all of them thought.

But I showed them.

I showed them all.

You're really smart, aren't you?

Mm-mmm.

-John, look, don't you think you
want to make a statement now?

-Yes.

Why not?

-OK.

-Don't go away.

-Hey, ah, Rick?

-Yep.

-You still got one problem.

-What's that?

-I didn't kill all of them.

I killed all of them except one.

-Well, which one
didn't you kill?

-Come on over.

Guess which one.

-Well, I'm afraid I'm not a
very good guesser, John.

-Him.

I didn't kill him.

But I wish I would've.

-What are you saying,
that this extraterrestrial

is copping to 10
of the 11 counts?

-He's hung up
on the fifth victim.

-The fifth?

Which one was that?

-Mark Sanger, the architect.

-Oh, yeah, the architect.

That was your case, wasn't it?

-Until we gave it to Drasso.

-The MO was the same
on the first four serial killings.

The man is jerking our chain.

-Why would he do that?

-Why does a
psychopath do anything?

-You know, I think Sal's right.

-There you go.

-We give Mr. Calder
here a couple more hours,

he's going to tell us things
about the Sanger murder

we don't want to hear.

-Captain, none of this
means a hill of beans

until we talk to
Calder's girlfriend,

which McCall is doing right now.

-He stayed in all night.

I remember.

-Cindy, how can
you be so sure that it

was the night of July 12?

-It was his birthday.

I made him a cake.

-You know that if you're
not telling the truth,

you could get into
a lot of trouble?

-I know.

-Did he ever mention
this man, Sanger?

Mark Sanger?

-I don't think so.

He looks nice.

Did John kill him?

-We're trying to
find that out now.

Have you ever seen him before?

-No, I don't think so.

-What about these men?

-He hated them.

-He hated these men?

-No, just all of them.

Those people.

Kept talking about
them all the time.

And all the time,
all those other times,

he came here to me right after.

And he with those same hands
that did what you said he did.

Right after.

I didn't know.

-I think she's
telling the truth.

-Don't do this to me, Dee Dee.

Buchanan, now you
tell them that Calder

killed Sanger and
we can prove it.

-I think we can do it, Sarge.

We have evidence linking
him to eight of the murders,

he's confessed to two
others and laid out the details,

but Sanger...

-Would he have some
sort of special relationship

with this sissy, Sanger?

-Are you absolutely certain
that Sanger was gay, Sal,

or would you just call
that your special intuition?

-All right, that's enough.

-Sanger was an
admitted homosexual.

-Look, is there anything
in the Sanger murder that

differentiates from
the other killings?

-It follows the same MO.

Right down the line.

-Oh, wait just a second, Sal.

Sanger did not have the
same MO as the other victims.

-And what does that mean?

-He had a good-paying job,
lived in an expensive condominium

in Brentwood with the same
man for the last 10 years.

All the other victims were
hustlers and drug addicts.

-So, look, Sal.

Did you lump Sanger
with the other murders

just because he
was a homosexual?

-We figured he was bored
and he wanted to get his jollies,

so he went out to find
some rough street trade.

Found the wrong guy.

There's nothing that says
that isn't the way it happened.

-I can't believe that
Drasso thinks Calder's

going to admit
to that fifth killing.

-Look, Drasso thinks every
good cop is like an umpire.

He's not allowed
to make a bad call.

Well, hello, John.

-Hey.

You want to know why I
put lipstick on those guys?

-Why?

-It was a joke.

-Get him out of here.

-It was a joke, man.

Don't you get it?

-Charlie?

-We got a problem.

-What do you mean,
we got a problem?

-Well, the Chief thinks we
got a leak and I agree with him.

-What do you mean, a leak?

-Well, the information about
the lipstick on the victims' lips?

We kept that deliberately
from the press,

and somehow it got out.

-So now it goes
to Internal Affairs?

-No.

The Chief agreed that
we could handle it for now.

-So we're going
to handle the case?

-That's right.

But here's how we're
going to handle it.

I want you to investigate
everyone on this task force who

had even the slightest
access to that information.

Everyone.

You reopen the Sanger
case, but keep it quiet.

The Chief talked to the
DA and Calder's attorney.

We've got 24 hours
to find Sanger's killer,

or else he goes to the press
and tells them we have a copycat.

-We don't have much time.

Let's go.

Thanks, Captain.

-Sal?

I gotta talk to you.

-What can I do for you?

-You heard that Hunger
and I have the Sanger killing.

-Yes, I heard.

-So you know there's a
possible leak on the Calder case.

Devane thinks that it
could be from the task force.

-Let me tell you something.

That's a lot of crap.

And I'll ask him myself.

-He wants you to talk to me.

-You can forget it.

What is he doing, huh?

He sends a pretty,
little lady down here

to bat her eyelashes at
me and finagle it out of me?

Forget it.

He can ask me face to face.

-Hey, Sal!

I busted my hump same
as you for my three stripes.

I took the same exams,
took the same risks.

-That's not what I meant.

-Yeah?

Well let me tell
you what I mean.

You don't play ball with me,
and I'm going to hand this over

to Internal Affairs
and they will make it

an official
investigation, period.

Or do I have to bat my
eyelashes and repeat that for you?

-No, no.

No, thanks.

I got it.

-Good.

-I really had you
pegged wrong, Dee Dee.

Thought you were
one of the boys.

-Ha.

That's the last
thing you thought.

-Right.

Sergeant Hunter, I'm glad
you caught Mark's killer,

but I don't know what I
could possibly tell you people

anymore about Mark
than I already have.

-Just tell me what you
told Sergeant Drasso.

-Look, I've got a deposition
to take in 10 minutes...

-Mr. Stansfield, please.

This'll only take a
short period of time.

Now, you knew Mark
Sanger well, is that correct?

-I was his companion
for 10 years, Sergeant.

I'm not embarrassed by that.

But wait a minute.

Why are you asking this?

You have caught Mark's killer.

-No.

Mr. Stansfield, you ah... you
told Sergeant Drasso you didn't

believe that Mark was
killed like the others.

Why was that?

-Because Mark didn't
go to pick-up bars.

And he sure as hell didn't
hang out on the street.

But that little
nuance didn't carry

much weight with
Sergeant Drasso.

Why the hell didn't you
people believe me the first time?

-I'm sorry.

I can't answer that.

Please,
Mr. Stansfield, sit down.

Go ahead.

-Thank you.

When they first told me he'd
been killed by that psychopath,

I thought, no.

Not Mark.

Not like that.

But then you begin to doubt.

Someone you know like you
know yourself, and you start to say,

well, maybe I didn't
really know him at all.

Maybe nights he
wasn't working late.

Maybe what we had was a lie.

-Can you think of anybody who
would want to kill Mark Sanger?

-Mark was a nice guy.

A dull, good-citizen type.

At a dinner party, he's the one
whose name you never learned.

-Well, I... it's getting late.

I'll let you get back to work.

I really appreciate your time.

Thank you.

-Don't you want to know where
I was the night of his death?

-You were home
watching television.

"LA Law," to be exact.

-Not much of an alibi, is it?

-I've heard better.

Thanks again.

This is Sergeant Hunter.

Show me Code 6
at Bookman Center.

Excuse me.

Where can I find Mr. Sedgwick?

-Up on the sixth floor.

Take the elevator up.

Take a hard hat on the way.

-Thank you.

OK.

I'm ready.

It's 42,000 square feet.

I think it's great.

It has a lot of potential.

Yeah, it has potential,

but I just... I don't
know if I have

time to get down
there this week.

Well, I'll follow up.

I'll... I'll call you tomorrow.

OK.

You do that, all right?

-Sedgwick.

Sergeant Hunter.

-Sergeant.

This is one of my
associates, Bart Muller.

-I'm Muller. Pleasure.

-Hi.

How are you?

-Well, Bill, thanks
for working me in.

Just think about that
little parcel in Echo Park.

It'd be a terrific mini mall.

-I'll do that, Bart.

-Nice meeting you.

-You, too.

-Well, you wanted to talk to
me about Mark Sanger, I believe.

Yes, sir.

Now, in going over your
conversation with Sergeant

Drasso, he asked you
an awful lot of questions

about Mark
Sanger's personal life.

-Oh, ah, you mean
about his being gay?

-Yes.

Yeah.

-I'd like to ask you some
questions about what it

was like to work
with Mark Sanger.

-Well, he was the best
damned architect I ever had.

-Mm-hmm.

What do you mean?

-If a client decided
he wanted a helicopter

pad between the
ninth and 10th floor,

I think Mark could have
worked it into his plans.

-Oh, really?

Now, did, ah, Mark
have a large clientele

before he came to work for you?

-Well, he was doing OK,
but I believe my projects were

the lion's share
of his workload.

-I see.

Where was his offices?

-The west side.

But, ah, when he started
working full-time on my projects,

ah, he started working
out of his home.

-You ever been to his home?

-No, no.

-You ever socialize with Mark?

Ah, had drinks at his house?

Gone to dinner with him at all?

-No, no.

Not really.

-Was it because
of his lifestyle?

-No, it just... it
just didn't work out.

-You mean you've, ah, worked
with him over a period of time,

closely on projects, and
you've never had the opportunity

or desire to go out with
the guy, have a drink,

or have dinner with him at all?

-What are you
getting at, Sergeant?

-What were Mark
Sanger's work habits?

-What do you mean?

-Well, was he reliable?

Punctual?

-Oh, he was extremely reliable.

-Mm-hmm.

Well, did you notice any
difference, any change

in his behavior
before he was killed?

-No, no, no.

I never noticed anything
out of the ordinary.

-OK, Mr. Sedgwick.

Appreciate your time.

-My pleasure, Sergeant.

-Now, if I need to get ahold
of you, where can I do that?

-Well, if I'm not at
my office downtown,

you can find me right here.

-Thank you.

Going to be a hell
of a building, huh?

-Ah.

Thank you.

-Excuse me.

Ever see this gentleman
in here before?

-No.

What'd he do?

-He died.

-Oh.

-Kind of a quiet place, huh?

-Yeah, they come in here
for some good conversation

and a stiff drink.

It's not a pick-up
kind of place.

Never has been.

-You see that fellow standing
up in front of the window there?

The one in the blue sport shirt?

-Mm-hmm.

-Has he ever been
in here before?

-Yeah, he comes in here.

-How often?

-He's a regular.

He likes Gershwin.

No.

I'm wrong.

Cole Porter.

He likes Cole Porter.

-Cole Porter, huh?

-Hey, Frank.

-Sergeant.

-Got a minute?

-Sure.

-Going for a walk.

-OK.

What's up?

-Hear you like Cole Porter.

-Yeah, that's right.

Who told you?

-I saw you last night
at Daughtry's Piano Bar.

Player told me you're
a regular down there.

-Look, I haven't told anybody
on the force I'm gay, because I

work with guys like Sal
Drasso, because it would just

get in the way of
me doing my job.

-Why did you volunteer
for the task force, Frank?

-People were
getting killed because

of their sexual preferences.

It's a pretty drastic
form of discrimination.

I didn't like it.

-Do you realize you're
now a prime suspect

in the Sanger killing?

-Why?

Because I'm gay?

-No, because you
knew about the lipstick.

And you also frequent an upscale
gay bar near Sanger's home.

-So what's your
scenario, Sergeant?

Oh, maybe there was something
between us and it went bad?

-That's a possibility, Frank.

Look, you're on the short list.

You know that?

Any police officer
in my situation

would think the same
thing until we checked it out.

-So check it out.

Oh, and while you're
at it, why don't you

tell everybody I'm gay so I can
become the department freak?

-Hey, Frank.

Lose the wounded gay bit, OK?

-Look, Sergeant.

I've applied for the
commissioner's office.

You know what that means.

-There's no reason to think
this has anything to do with that.

-No reason?

Come on, Hunter.

You know how these
elite offices work.

One guy in the commissioner's
office can blackball me.

No reason, no justification.

I just don't get in.

Hey, you do what you have to do.

-So what's so urgent you
don't go fishing on your day off?

-Why don't you pour
me one of those?

-I've got your
bottle right here.

There you go, old friend.

Looking a little peaked.

-Yeah, thanks a lot.

-Bart, you remember
a few months back,

we were hammering
down our corporation deal?

We went out drinking?

-I remember the hangover.

-Well, I might have said some
things about that creep that

knocked off all those gay guys.

-Yeah.

You... the guy you
caught the other day.

-Yeah.

Bart, do you, ah... you know
an architect named Sanger?

Mark Sanger?

-Never heard of him.

Why?

-I'd like to check on that.

-Sal, what is this?

-If you told anybody,
I mean anybody,

anything about the way
those guys got whacked...

-I didn't...

-Well, got whacked,
like about the lipstick,

anything like that,
you tell me now.

-I didn't... nobody.

Not anybody.

Word of honor.

What... what the
hell's going on, Sal?

-There's a...
there's a possibility

that one of the victims was
not killed by the suspect.

This architect Mark Sanger.

Could be a copycat killing.

-I'll be damned.

Sal, what does that have
to do with you and me?

-Nothing.

Forget it.

-Ah.

It's forgotten.

Partners.

-Yeah, to partners
and partnerships.

Like Muller and Drasso
Real Estate Corporation.

Good to see you, Bart.

-So have you got anything
new on the task force?

-Not much.

-Drasso's not cooperating?

-He doesn't think the
leak came from there.

-Ah, he's stonewallking.

If he wasn't so
close to retirement,

I'd bust him down to uniform.

Try to work around
him if you can.

-Hi, you guys.

-Hey.

-Charlie, listen.

I've been thinking about this.

We've exhausted every
gay lead in the Sanger killing.

Right?

What if he was killed because
of his business dealings?

-It's worth a try.

Maybe Drasso
overlooked something.

-Yeah.

Oh, and while you're
at it, why don't you

go visit Stansfield again?

-It's a good idea.

-You know, I keep meaning
to pack up Mark's things,

send them back to his
mother in Connecticut,

but somehow I just never
seem to get around to it.

-Mr. Stansfield,
did the task force

look into Mark's
business records?

-Yes, but they were
really more interested

in his personal life.

-Yeah.

Now, you say that Mark did
most of his work on his PC, right?

-A good deal of it.

He used to do a lot of
graphics work on the PC.

-I see.

Now, of the disks I
have here in my hand,

three are not labeled
like the others.

-Really? That's strange.

-Yeah.

Uh, can we put that one on?

-Sure.

See what we got.

-Now, this word here, book.

Why is that
blocked out like that?

-I don't know.

That's strange.

Let me bring it up, that file.

Huh.

That file's protected
by a security code.

-Oh, brother.

Listen, Mr. Stansfield, if it's
not too much of an imposition,

do you think I could take
these three, ah, disks with me

to have the lab look at them?

-That's no problem at all.

-Great.

Thanks.

-You think there could be
something in this file that

might pertain to Mark's murder?

-Good possibility.

-Excuse me.

-Yeah.

-Hello?

Sure.

Hold on a second.

Sergeant Hunter, it's for you.

-Thank you.

-Yeah.

-Hunter.

Yeah, Frank.

Right.

Yeah.

Sure.

I know where it is.

Yeah.

I'll meet you there
in about a half hour.

Yeah.

Good.

Thanks.

Mr. Stansfield, I've got to go.

Appreciate your time very much.

-Sure.

Could you let me
know what you find out?

I need to know why he died.

-Certainly.

When I find something
out, I'll call you.

-Thanks.

-Thanks again.

-Mm-hmm.

-Thank you.

, please?

Well, I'm here.

This better be very good, Bart.

-Remember that
conversation we had

about those homosexual killings?

The one, you know,
where the killer

marked his victims
with lipstick?

-Yeah.

What about it?

-Well, that information came to
me, as you know, from my friend

Sergeant Sal Drasso,
and in mentioning it to you,

I didn't think anything of it.

-Yeah?

-I didn't think anything of it
until Mark Sanger was murdered.

Turns out, Mark Sanger's
murder was the only murder

they can't pin on
their prime suspect,

the guy who killed
all the others?

Police think Sanger must have
been killed by someone who

had that information that
was leaked from the task force.

-OK.

OK.

But I don't get it.

-Don't you think we
should go to the police?

-Do you... hey, wait a minute.

Do you think I had anything to
do with Mark Sanger's murder?

I mean, come on.

We all knew he was gay.

I don't believe this.

You take this
thing to the police,

you know, you could ruin
your friend, Sergeant Drasso,

and where would
your business be then?

-I don't give a damn
about the business.

-Oh, really?

Well, that's not exactly
what you told me.

Besides, let's not forget
that I have a building that's

got to be completed
in five months.

Now, an investigation...
I could lose millions.

-I know.

-Well, let me help you know.

Tell you what I'll do here.

When you and your friend
Drasso start that business of yours,

wouldn't you like to
get off on the right foot?

Maybe this check
for $100,000 will help.

-Thanks for coming.

I'd feel funny talking
about this at Parker Center.

Look, ah, I'm sorry I, ah,
blew a gasket this morning.

-Hey, look, Frank, let's just
forget about it and push ahead.

What's going on?

-I wanted you to see this.

Do you know who owns it?

-Yeah.

William Sedgwick.

Sedgwick International?

-Yeah, that's right.

But there's something else.

The real estate deal was
brokered by a guy named Muller.

I looked it up in the Hall
of Records this afternoon.

-Yeah, I met Muller.

-Yeah, well this guy Muller
is kind of a police groupie,

always hanging
around the center.

Drasso seemed to
like having him around.

They were pretty tight.

Drinking buddies.

So much so that
Drasso and Muller

are going into business
when the Sarge retires.

So I started to
wonder if Drasso didn't

leak the information to Muller.

-I hope you're wrong,
Frank, for Drasso's sake.

-I don't feel very
good about this.

-Yeah, I know what you mean.

But you should feel
good about the work.

Did a good job, Frank.

-Thanks.

-Thank you.

Frank?

-Yeah?

-We're going to catch Mark
Sanger's killer, believe me.

-How you doing?

I just spoke with
Frank Buchanan.

He tells me that Muller and
Drasso are drinking buddies.

Also, they were going
to go into business

together after
Drasso's retirement.

-Are you telling me that you
think Drasso was the leak?

-It looks that way.

-How does this fit
into the Sanger killing?

-Well, look.

I found this check for $100,000
from Sedgwick to Muller.

Might have been
blackmailing him.

-Boy, this really doesn't
look good for Drasso.

-Yeah.

-I'm going to find him.

Talk to him.

-Yeah.

Look.

I took these three floppy
disks out of Sanger's computer.

Why don't you take
them back to the lab,

run them, when you find
out what's on them, call me.

I'll be at Sedgwick
International.

-Good luck.

-Yeah, you too.

Thanks.

-Sal?

-What can I do for you?

-I called your family.

They said I could find you here.

-So?

-Your friend, Bart Muller, was
shot and killed this afternoon.

-What happened?

-What happened?

Sal, we know that you
leaked the information

on the serial killing to the
man and now he's dead.

That's what happened.

-Are you telling me
there's a connection

and that's Bart's
dead because of that?

-What do you think?

-I screwed up in that meeting.

Bart's dead, and I... 25 years
on the force down the toilet.

It doesn't take much, does it?

You go and have a couple
of drinks with a buddy

and you... did you ever
make a mistake, Dee Dee?

I'm sure you have.

Everybody has, but somebody
got killed because of it today.

-I gotta go, Sal.

-You going to, ah, go take
this to Devane, aren't you?

-No.

I was thinking maybe
you'd want to do that.

-Thank you.

Thank you, girl.

-I am sorry, Sal.

-Get out of here.

-If anybody inside the
company wanted to get access

to the computer files, files
they weren't supposed to have,

would there be any
way of knowing that?

Thank you.

-Absolutely.

I've installed a
security program

that will trace any
unlawful intrusion right

back to its terminal of origin.

-Terminal of origin.

But tell me, have there
been any unauthorized entries

into the computer
in the last year or so?

-Well, there has.

Yes.

Several months ago.

-From a Mark Sanger's terminal?

-How did you know that?

-Was Mr. Sedgwick
made aware of this?

-Well, yes.

He did.

-Well, what'd he say about it?

-Well, that Sanger
had told him all about it.

It was just a mistake.

-A mistake.

Telephone call for
Sergeant Hunter.

-Oh, you can take it over there.

-Yep.

Thank you.

Hunter.

The lab says that those floppy
disks contain building specs

on Bookman Center and
the specs are not up to code.

-So that's the connection.

Sedgwick was skimming
millions of dollars

off the building materials.

Sanger found out about
it, so Sedgwick killed him.

OK.

I'm going over to
Bookman Center now.

Send enough backup
for a 187 suspect.

Thanks.

And thank you.

-There he is.

He's up on the sixth floor.

Go around that way.

-You got it.

-Sergeant?

You ought to come
take a look at this.

-Damn it.

-Police!

Freeze!

-Hold it right there, Sedgwick.

-Help me!

Help me, for god's sake!

Help me!

Please!

Help me!

Please!

Help me!

Please!

Help me!

Please!

Ah!

-Cuff him.

Hi.

-Hi.

Drasso has been suspended
with pay pending an inquiry.

-Wow.

No kidding.

You know, it's very
unfortunate, but I certainly

hope he comes through
this thing regardless

of what happens to him.

-"Criminals and cops, the only
real students of human nature."

Remember that?

It was from "The Big Sleep."

-Well, no it wasn't.

-Yeah, it was.

-No, it wasn't.

-Yes, it was.

-Humphrey Bogart never
said that in "The Big Sleep."

-Hi, Frank.

-Hi.

-How's it going?

-Got some business.

-Yeah, well, so do I. It
was from "The Big Sleep."

-No, it wasn't.

-Yes, it was.

-No, it wasn't.

-Yes, it was.

-I'll give you the big sleep.

What's up, Frank?

-Came to talk to the captain.

-Hmm.

Oh, want me to go
in there with you?

-I'd appreciate that.

-Yeah.

Come on.

-Oh, come in.

-Captain.

-So, you brought
reinforcements, huh?

Look, Buchanan, if you're
here for a recommendation

to the commissioner's
office, I'm

just finishing up the
paperwork right now.

-Ah, I appreciate that,
sir, but, ah, maybe you

should hear what
I have to say first.

-OK.

-I've talked this over
with Sergeant Hunter,

and I think you
ought to know I'm gay.

-Well, I don't know what
that has to do with anything.

Do you?

-No, sir.

I don't.

-So, I'll just send this
paperwork in as is.

Fair enough?

-Yes, sir.

-Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'm kind of busy.

I said I'm busy.