T.J. Hooker (1982–1986): Season 4, Episode 12 - The Surrogate - full transcript
A talk-show host helps Hooker and Stacy locate a killer whose victims have phoned her for advice.
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- You mind?
- I insist.
Can I buy you a drink?
- Mm-hmm, gin and tonic.
- Gin and tonic.
Haven't seen you here before.
- It's my first time,
name's Andrea.
- T.J. Hooker.
- Don't look this
way for sympathy.
Stacy's still
collecting interest
on what I owe her
for the last match.
What are you doing here?
Thought you'd be out
kicking up some action
with what's-his-name,
the legal beagle.
- Mike; I told him I had
some thinking to do.
- Did you ever want to go back?
Maybe as far as 18?
When a touch could be fire?
Or when you could just lose
yourself with someone else?
- I think that's
everybody's fantasy.
- Ooh, sounds serious.
That could mean either
you're going to break up,
or you're going to get engaged.
- He was offered a job at
the DA's office in Chicago.
He asked me to go with him.
- You a cop?
- Did I leave my badge
lying around here someplace?
- (laughs) A friend told me
that Sherry's is
a police retreat.
She says that cops are
clean-cut and pretty nice guys.
- Yes, we are.
- She went out with
one she met here.
You're wondering why I'm here.
- Company that bad at home?
- You're wearing a suntan line
where most people
wear a wedding ring.
- (sighs) You're thinking I'm...
- No, I'm not thinking anything.
Except that you're a nice lady.
You need a shoulder?
I'm available.
- I wasn't looking
for a shoulder.
- You're looking for a divorce?
That what you want?
- No.
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- Still love the guy at home?
- He just doesn't love me enough
to listen to what
I need to tell him.
- Why don't you try
shouting a little louder?
- I just wish I knew
what to say to him.
- How about
trying, "I love you?"
That would get his attention.
It'll get mine.
- My friend was right.
Cops are nice guys.
- Can I quote you next
time I write a ticket?
- (laughs)
- How did we let
that one get away?
- Must be losing my touch.
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(scream)
(tires squealing)
- Romano, her car!
- Call the paramedics.
- Andrea, Andrea!
(tires squealing)
Andrea, it's Hooker.
Who did this to you?
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
- All right, now bail out.
The gas tank's ruined!
(crash)
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- We lost them.
- Damn.
- But we did get a three-digit
partial on his license plate.
Car has a bent fender
and a lot of paint on it.
- Check it out,
then notify every auto
body garage in the area,
and tell the coroner's office
we want to know
what made that wound.
- You connecting something?
- I read in general
type last week,
a woman was knifed
in sheriff's territory,
and another one two
weeks ago in the 16th.
- Her name is
Mrs. Andrea Farrell.
She lives on Kellmore Street.
Someone has to make
the death notification.
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- Are you sure you're
positive it was Andrea?
- She was wearing this.
Before she was murdered,
she went to a place
called Sherry's Bar.
- No, she was at a
fundraising meeting
at the grammar school.
- She met a
policeman at the bar.
They talked.
He got the impression
there were problems at home.
- That's ridiculous!
- Could there be another man?
Someone angry enough,
jealous enough to kill her?
- Look, I spent a lot
of time at the office,
but she would never.
- Did she ever suggest
that you seek help
for your relationship,
something like that?
- Sergeant, we didn't
have any problems.
She surprised me
a couple of times.
She never wanted
to drive my Porsche,
and then she just up and asked
if she could show
off for her friends.
- You said she surprised
you a couple of times.
- The other time
wasn't really a surprise.
It was just curious.
She always used to listen
to that sex show on the radio,
that call-in thing, with a
Dr. Sandy somebody-or-other.
- Sandy Roberts?
- Yeah.
- Did you ever wonder
why she was interested
in listening to a
program like that?
- No, I don't know.
I figured maybe she was
just bored or something.
- Bored.
- I don't have time
to sit and talk about
what's happening anymore.
The move is happening.
- Don't you think I know that?
- I've given up trying to figure
out what you think, Stacy.
- Now, if you could just
give up trying to think for me.
I'm not one of your
witnesses, Mike.
You can't push,
prod, or bully me.
- Funny, I thought
I was asking you
to do something
you wanted to do.
Guess I was wrong.
- O'Brien City could use
all the help we can give 'em.
So I'll coordinate with
the sheriff and the 16th
if tests show that we're
looking for the same killer.
Hey, you okay?
- I don't know.
- Mike still want you to go
back to Chicago with him?
- Not want, expected.
You know what he did?
He was so sure I'd
jump at the chance
that he bought me a plane ticket
and left the reservations open
so I could give notice
and get things in order.
- Did you give an
idea that you'd go?
- Not enough of one for him
to start making
decisions for me.
- Forget about him.
Although Chicago's a nice town,
we love you too
much to let you go.
- Chicago's a nice town,
what are you talking about?
It's hot, it's cold, it's windy.
- [Junior] Yeah,
it's a great town,
they got the Cubs, the Bears.
- [Hooker] The Cubs, you see
what happened to the Cubs?
- The computer
put the three digits
you got off the killer's car
to about 12,000 statewide
and about 4,000 in the LC area.
- That'll take weeks.
- Maybe we can trim it to days.
Seems there was
a block of 52 cars,
just like the one you chased.
All licensed at the same
time to Magic Car Rental.
- Check out the recent returns.
See if any came back
with an accordion fender
and a roadside yellow paint job.
- That was forensics.
There was skin and blood
under Andrea Farrell's fingernails.
Blood type B; Andrea had type O.
- Well, that gives us something.
Now, what about
the murder weapon?
- CAT scan says it's six
inches long, an inch wide,
and it connects to
the other two murders.
- Victim number one was dumped
in a ditch near a
male striptease club.
Number two was found
in a car outside a motel,
where she spent the night
with an unidentified man.
Both were married.
Number one had children.
Just like Andrea Farrell.
- Maybe troubled marriages.
Detectives from the 16th
found this in the victim's purse.
- Dr. Sandy Roberts.
That's the talk show host
that Andrea Farrell
was listening to.
- Could be some kind of tie-in.
- It's worth checking into.
- If we're going to check
Sandy Roberts, count me in.
She's an eyeful,
and a PhD to boot!
- It's terrible, but I don't
see why you've come to me.
- We've established that
all three of these women
were cheating on their
husbands or thinking about it.
- The last victim listened
to your program regularly,
may have called in.
The one before that
had this in her purse
when she was murdered.
- Dr. Roberts, you're
going to be late
for those promotional spots,
and that's going to put you
off your university schedule.
- I'll be right there.
My teaching assistant,
Craig Warfield.
Sergeant Hooker, Officer Romano.
Craig, would you tell
Mr. Begley I'm going to need
to talk to him?
- Sure.
- I've given out hundreds
of these brochures.
There's no way of keeping
track of the women who get them.
- You don't keep a record
of the people who call in,
where these mailers are sent to?
- I take some names
and addresses off the air
for people wanting
therapy referrals
or extra information like this.
- We'd like to
look at those lists.
- That's impossible.
- I don't think you
understand, Dr. Roberts.
Getting that list would be
difficult, but not impossible.
- You're the one who
doesn't understand, Sergeant.
Call-in patients are
entitled to as much privacy
as my regular patients.
- Telephone therapy is
broadcast to thousands of people.
It isn't exactly confidential.
- It is when only first
names go out over the air.
- I can get that record with
a subpoena duces tecum.
That means I file an affidavit
that makes our interest public.
The whole world
will wonder about it.
- You want me, Sandy?
- Yes, I thought my program
director ought to know
that the police are looking
at my show for murder clues.
- I'm Patrick Begley.
- We want a list of the
people who called in.
- I know you keep some
of those names, Sandy.
I heard what the Sergeant said.
We don't need that kind
of controversy or publicity.
Give him what he wants.
- I want you to know
I don't give a damn
about your controversy.
I care about a nice lady
who talked to you on the air
and decided she
needed more out of life,
and the killer wouldn't let her.
- Four-Adam-10 found it
down by the river channel,
rented by a D.F. Martin.
We're running him down now.
- SID is rolling; take a
look at the front seat.
- Blood where he
laid the knife down.
- And this in the
cassette deck, listen.
- [Sandy] This is
Dr. Sandy Roberts, hello.
- [Andrea] My name is Andrea.
I'm thinking of having an
affair outside my marriage.
- [Sandy] That's a big step.
- Andrea Farrell.
- Then the killer did listen
to her talking to Dr. Roberts,
and he knew who he was killing.
- How did he find her?
- Same way he found
the other two victims.
The names and addresses
are on Dr. Roberts's mailing list.
- That means he has hundreds
of victims to choose from.
- And he's doing just that.
One at a time.
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(horn honking)
- Kids, your dinner
is in the microwave,
and your dad's in
the office working.
Now, don't disturb
him if you don't have to.
Give Mommy a kiss.
It's time to do homework.
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- Hi Dottie.
- Hi Janet, you ready?
- (sighs) Let's go
before I change my mind.
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- This is KBHX FM,
Radio Talk Back.
I'm Dr. Sandy Roberts,
and thank you for joining us
in our second hour
of Coping With.
Tonight's topic is male-female
communication block,
but if you have something
else on your mind,
our lines are open, hello.
(noisy crowd)
- Hello, my name is Janet.
- Hello, Janet, go
ahead, and talk up.
There seems to be a lot
going on at home, a party?
- That's the turtle races.
- You must have an
interesting household.
- Oh, I couldn't call
from home, Dr. Roberts.
My husband would hear.
I'm calling from a club.
- Why are you afraid of your
husband overhearing, Janet?
- Because I'm cheating on him,
and I don't want him to find out
until I know what to tell him.
- How long have you been
having sex outside the marriage?
- A couple of months.
My husband is a workaholic.
He just keeps going,
right on through the night.
Finally, I came here
and met this guy.
He's made me feel things
that I'd never felt before.
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- Dr. Roberts?
This is Lana.
- Hello, Lana.
What's on your mind?
- A call I just got.
It really scared me.
- What kind of call?
Obscene? Threatening?
- From the police.
They said people who've
called you are being murdered.
- First you threaten
me with legal purgatory.
Then you spend half the
night terrifying my listeners
with your phone calls.
I'd say there was some sort of
neurotic pattern to
your behavior, Sergeant.
- I'd say there's more of a
pattern to three murdered women
who all happen to
be on your mailing list.
- Did any of these
women you called last night
give you something
concrete to go on?
- No, they didn't.
But that doesn't
mean that they won't
if they feel
themselves in danger.
- In the meantime, it
gets out that my program
is causing all this
havoc, and I get canceled.
- Well, I hope not.
- Well, I hope not, too.
Because there are people
out there who need a little help
and who wouldn't ask for it
any other way
than over the phone.
I listened to a lot of frightened,
lonely women last night.
Women, terrified to go
outside for fear of killers waiting.
- If they're married
and having an affair,
maybe they're right.
- And you might be guessing.
- Hooker, we have
another homicide.
Same MO as the others.
- If you're not too busy
answering panicked phone calls,
why don't you
take a ride with me,
see if I'm still guessing?
(slow, sad music)
- Name's Janet Mobley.
- She and a neighbor
named Dottie Overmeyer
had been lying to their families
and going out for
the past month.
- Did this neighbor
see who the victim
was going out with last night?
- Just a guy.
When the victim
didn't come home,
the neighbor came back
here, found the body,
with this gripped in her hand.
- Pill box, maybe
ripped from a pocket.
Does it match the
victim's clothing?
- No, but there's a
prescription drug inside the box.
- Find out what it is,
and see if Janet
Mobley was taking it.
- I checked
Dr. Roberts's mailing list.
Janet Mobley wasn't on it.
- So much for your MO's,
theories, and guesses.
- This Dottie
Overmeyer, where is she?
- Inside, at the bar.
- Hooker, R and I finally
coughed up some background
on our car runner, Martin.
He's been in and out at
county on ADW charges.
He uses a knife.
- You get an address?
- Yeah.
- Check him out.
- So do you think
this Martin is the killer?
- He rented a
car the killer used
the night Andrea
Farrell was murdered.
- You know, you've
mentioned Andrea Farrell
every time we've talked.
Was she something
special to you?
- Yes, I guess she
was, for a little while.
(melancholy music)
- You've had your nose
buried in that letter since we left.
Are you okay, huh?
- It's from Mike.
I sold back my airline ticket.
It says he hopes I
find the right guy,
since he feels he
obviously isn't the one.
- Was he?
- I don't know.
He did something I didn't like.
He took me for granted.
But it was because
he wanted me with him.
I keep thinking about
women like Andrea Farrell.
Married and loved her husband,
but still wasn't satisfied
with what she had.
- Maybe everything she wanted
was staring her in the face,
and she just didn't know it.
- Could be that's
my problem, too.
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- You're Dr. Roberts.
I've seen your picture.
Janet must have called
in half a dozen times,
asking how to cope
with her husband.
That's a man with no feelings.
I wonder if he's
going to miss her.
- Are you sure she called me?
- I wouldn't lie to you.
- I didn't mean to imply that.
- She'd call from here,
right in the middle
of the turtle races.
- Do you remember the call?
If the killer heard her call in,
he might recognize
the turtle races,
and not need the
mailing list to find her.
- My husband, kids,
they're going to find out.
How am I going to explain this?
They don't understand
what it feels like
being alone, yet not alone,
always doing what's expected,
making dinner, laundry,
cleaning, and still ignored.
No love.
You understand what
I'm saying, don't you?
(soft, sad music)
(ice cubes clinking)
(mysterious jazz)
(screaming) (crashing)
- Police, open the door!
(woman shrieking) (slam)
(slam)
Hello, come here.
Ah, you seem okay.
Where's your mama, sweetheart,
hmm, where's your mama?
(high-tempo music)
- (crying) My baby.
- She's okay.
- Oh my God.
I lost him.
- I'll call an ambulance.
- Just take it easy.
The man who did this to you?
- He wouldn't stop,
he never stopped.
- Who, who was it?
Your husband?
- [Police Radio] Four-Adam-30,
meet Officer
Sheridan on tack two.
- Four-Adam-30, roger.
Stacy.
- You're mommy's
going to be okay.
- We lost Martin.
He made like a rabbit
after beating his wife.
We finally got a
statement from her.
- Any idea where Martin went?
- She thought he went
to work at a garage,
but they said he quit
about a month ago,
and that he might be working
at a trophy manufacturing place
on Dundridge, near Hope.
- We're rolling, Stacy.
- Everything's
going to be all right.
(slow, sad piano music)
- Hey Princess, what do you
say we split early tonight, huh?
Blow a little life
into this town, huh?
I have got moves that
you are gonna love.
- That's your man?
Mr. Martin!
Move aside!
(synth drum-heavy music)
(machine running)
(thuds)
(thud)
- That's the last woman
you'll ever touch, mister.
- So she's dead; it's
got nothin' to do with me.
- I talked to your friends
at the trophy place.
The murder victim was
a regular customer there.
You went out with
her, on-and-off,
for a month before
she was murdered.
- She had problems
with her old man,
and needed her a real man
to keep up with her appetite.
I didn't kill her, and I didn't
kill any of the other ones.
And that car rental gag
is a frame, you check.
Like I told you last night,
somebody ripped off my locker.
Money, driver's
license, everything.
Hey, maybe the guy didn't
like me playing with the lady.
(door opens)
- Hooker.
We went back to the trophy
place first thing this morning.
His story of a stolen ID checks.
- And his employer
verified he was working
when both Andrea
and Sharon were killed.
- We lost a murder suspect,
but gained a wife-beater.
- I don't even know if
we have him for that.
He's been arrested eight
times for kicking her around.
She's never prosecuted.
- I was hoping you'd
change her mind this time.
- All right, thanks a lot.
Lab says the pills we found
in Janet Mobley's hands
are a steroid.
- Like in bodybuilder?
- Mm-hmm.
They also ran the tissue under
Andrea Farrell's fingernails.
It seems our killer has
a cortisone deficiency
called Addison's disease.
- Well, add Addison's disease
to the background information
on the radio employees
you're checking.
Martin just fell
through as a suspect.
- That's a lot of
checking, Hooker.
There are over 20
employees who had access
to that mailing
list in her file.
- Janet Mobley was
never on it, but I'm certain
that the killer tracked
the background noises
of the turtle races
at the club to find her.
- Makes sense, it's the
only turtle race in town.
- Well, tuck Martin away
until you hear from
Stacy and Corrigan.
What have you heard
from the radio station?
- They just gave us permission
to go through their
personnel files.
- Go to it, I'll see you there.
- Where are you going to be?
- Saying goodbye
to someone special.
Only nobody every told her that.
(delicate, sad piano music)
I didn't realize
you were still here.
I've invaded your
privacy, I'm sorry.
- No, please, I was
just sitting in my car,
thinking about going
back to an empty house.
- Your children will keep
the house from being empty.
They're a part of Andrea.
She'd left, to everyone
who knew her,
the one important thing we
all leave behind, a memory.
Think of the good times.
That way, the pain
won't be so bad.
- I did love her, God knows.
Sergeant, the police officer
that Andrea met at the bar,
whatever he said to her that
made her decide to come home,
I want him to know
that I'll never forget him.
- And he won't forget your wife.
(sad, slow music)
- Andrea Farrell's husband?
- It's not going to
be easy on him.
- I'm sorry.
Station said you'd be here.
I came out to tell
you I want to help.
- Killer, unmarried,
highly religious,
product of a
classic mother figure
who flaunted her sexuality,
but punished
her children for it.
That's it?
I got almost this much from
the department shrink yesterday.
- Huh, well, I tried.
- Did you, or was this something
you could pass on to the police
and soothe your
guilty conscience
and go about your
business as though
you have nothing to do
with what's been happening?
- Look, I've done what I can.
I'll steer future
conversations away from
wives that cheat until
you find them, hm?
- That's a start.
And then you can
do one more thing.
Tell your audience
what's been happening.
Tell the women who
call in to be aware,
to notify us if they
observe anything strange
about the men
they meet or pick up.
And then, help me set
up one more phone call,
one that might pull him
out of the woodwork.
- I can't do that!
- You said you wanted to help.
This is the only way.
- Your way, not mine.
Don't you realize
what you're asking?
You could destroy
everything I've built here...
- You could save lives!
- You only have one
direction, don't you?
Straight ahead, no matter
how good something is,
how good it could be,
if it's in the way of what
you want, it gets destroyed.
Well, no thanks, Hooker.
I don't buy your
blitzkrieg tactics.
- I don't buy your excuses.
(slam) (engine starting)
(dark music)
- How are we going
to get her to testify?
She'll be putting away
her husband for years.
- We make her understand
if there's a next time,
it could be the baby
he hurts instead of her.
- What's in the bag?
- Nothing.
- Let me see, what's in the bag?
- Nothing.
- This is all for the
Martin baby, isn't it?
- That poor kid didn't even
have a change of diapers.
- This is more than
a change of diapers.
- You know what it's like
when you get into a store.
One shelf leads to
another, you know?
(soft piano music)
- How you doing?
- Eye strain has
advanced to age 60.
Suspects, I've got
about a half a dozen
that meet the general profile.
- But nothing specific enough
to include Addison's disease?
- Nope.
- Who's your number
one candidate?
- You want to believe
Sandy Roberts's
program director, Begley?
I spotted a gap in his
employment history.
Worked for a radio
station in Florida,
turned up a year
later in Wichita.
Nothing in-between.
- But jail.
- Miami PD had him
for statutory rape.
- What else?
- Guy in accounting has
some interesting entries here.
Complaints of sexual
harassment by two bookkeepers.
- Let me see that, hm.
- Hello, this is KBHX FM.
I'm Dr. Sandy Roberts.
I'm on early today
because I have
some very special
comments to make,
which do not reflect this
radio station's policies.
They'll feel what I'm about
to say amounts to scare copy,
something which
could panic my listeners.
Now, I don't want
to scare anyone,
but you deserve to be warned.
Four women were murdered
by someone so twisted,
he believes that a lonely
woman seeking sexual gratification
outside the marriage
should be killed.
These women were hurting.
They called me to find
out how to stop the pain.
I never got past the
textbook responses,
the sex counseling,
the encounter groups,
the quick reading material.
If any of you have
called about problems
and expressed any
notions of infidelity,
please be aware that
you could possibly be
one of this madman's targets.
If you have any information
about this murder,
call the police, or call
during tonight's program.
Just don't tell us
how to find you
because the killer may
be out there listening, too.
Thank you.
This is Dr. Sandy Roberts.
- Do you know what
the hell you just did?
That was an
unauthorized broadcast.
- And would you have
authorized it for me?
- She asked me
to bring these down
and help you out with
any questions you want.
- Great, let's get to it.
- Thanks.
- Don't mention it.
- You still got a job left?
- It would have been worse if
he'd stopped me in the middle.
How about some coffee?
- Yeah.
You tell Begley about
the other part of the plan?
- He didn't give me a chance.
- Then don't.
Let's just say he's a strong
possible we're checking out.
- So what's the plan?
- You'll receive a call
tonight on the show.
Her name is Stacy.
Just listen to her.
- You think she'll be able
to help you trap the killer?
- If she does, it'll
happen because of you.
- Oh, no, because of you.
I looked at you today
out at the cemetery,
and I wondered how
you could feel so much
for a person you'd hardly met.
- Andrea Farrell reminded me of
what my ex-wife went through.
A husband too wrapped
up in his job to know
that his wife needed more
than he was giving her.
- That's not you,
not now anyway.
- What about you?
Are you looking for more
than you had up to now?
- Well, that wouldn't take much.
I've had 11 years of college,
a few more years on top of
that intensely building a career.
- A good career.
- How good is the person?
- You've done the right thing,
and everything else can't help
but come out the same way.
(ambient dark music)
(pills shaking)
- Hello, this is KBHX radio.
I'm Dr. Sandy Roberts.
Our program is Coping
With, and you're on the air.
- Dr. Roberts, (noisy crowd)
my name is Stacy.
I'm not sure I ought
to be calling like this,
but I had to talk to someone.
- All right, Stacy,
what's on your mind?
- The killer you
were talking about,
I saw him with one of the
ladies that was murdered.
- It's awfully noisy
where you are, Stacy.
Can you speak louder?
- Sorry, I'll try.
- Have you told the police?
- No, I can't.
You see, I'm married, and
if I got into it with the police,
my husband would know
what I've been doing here.
- All I can say is that you're
in grave danger, Stacy.
Call the police right now.
- I'm not sure, I'll have
to think about that.
I'll call you back, bye.
Well, the bait's out.
Let's hope the
fish was tuned in.
- I've been meaning
to say something.
- I think we need to talk.
- About what happened
at the hospital.
- I don't know what got into me.
- I don't want you to get the
wrong idea about me, Stacy.
- Hey, it's okay.
I know you thought I was
lonely because of Mike and all.
- I wasn't seeing you with Mike.
I was seeing you with
that baby in your arms.
I know what you
were feeling, Stacy.
- Then it was okay?
- It was more than
okay, for the moment.
- Only, maybe the
moment doesn't last.
- What do you think?
- I think I would
like to hang onto it,
but I'd like to get back
to enjoying each other
the way we used
to, at least for now.
- Read my mind, partner.
- So Sandy's kind
of special, huh?
- Haven't given it much thought.
- Until lately.
- That's Sandy's
teaching assistant.
- Do you think he's our man?
- He got here too soon
for it to be a coincidence.
Corrigan, forget the sting.
Our man is coming
through the door.
Brown hair, 150 pounds,
five-foot-10, 25 years of age.
Find him, we're
coming in for the bust.
(noisy crowd)
- This looks like him
coming through the door.
(shouting)
- Make for the door!
(slam) (grunt)
(tires squealing)
- Get out a
broadcast on the car.
Warfield dropped
his knife in there.
And Stacy, get on
the line to KBHX.
Warn Sandy that
Warfield's our suspect.
Warfield knows we set him up.
That means he has to
know that Sandy helped us.
(tires squealing) (siren)
(tense music)
(grunt)
- I'll catch you tomorrow.
(phone rings)
- Hello.
Stacy.
What?
It can't be!
(gun cocking)
- Dr. Roberts.
You shouldn't have
done it to me, Dr. Roberts.
- Craig, what is
it, what's wrong?
- Don't try to bluff me.
You put the cops on me.
- How could I turn on you?
I don't even know
what you've done.
- Come on, Teach!
I was the one who
killed those ladies!
- Hooker, his gun's gone.
- Call an ambulance,
notify security.
- They were nothing
but married whores.
- They were women
who weren't happy, Craig.
That's why they went
out on their husbands.
- Yeah, and what's your excuse?
I saw you with that
cop, kissing in the corner.
How could you do that when
you knew how I felt about you?
Back off, cop, or I'll kill her!
I swear I will, back off!
Just back off!
(gunshots)
- You okay?
- Yeah.
(tense music) (gunshot)
(gunshot)
- Give it up, Warfield.
I've got backups
crowding every exit.
There's no way out.
I want to help you.
- I don't need your help, cop!
(gunshot)
- What about Dr. Roberts's help?
- I don't want her help now!
She was the only woman I
ever wanted, and you ruined her!
You touched her, (gunshot)
and I'll kill you for that!
Die, dammit, die,
die! (gunshots)
I'll kill you! (gunshots)
I want you dead! (gunshots)
(thud) (glass shattering)
(glass crunching under feet)
- I'm sick of people dying.
Too many good people
have died already.
(pleasant, relaxed music)
- Whoa, that was beautiful.
Where'd you learn
to ride like that?
- (laughs) You want all my
deep, dark secrets at once,
you've got to part
with a few of your own.
- Yeah, well you're
the expert mind prober.
I'm just an amateur explorer.
What I'm trying to say is
I'd like to see more of you.
- I'd like that very
much, Hooker,
but I don't want to share you
while we're taking
that time together.
- Am I going blind?
I don't see anybody
else around here.
- Oh, I see a lot of memories
taking up all the
space in there.
So now, you've got to
make room for new ones.
- Got any suggestions
on how I'd do that?
- (laughs) You're the
one who taught me
to get in touch
with my feelings.
- Yeah, well, when
they all crop up at once,
it's hard to sort them out.
- Then go back to their roots,
and, I guess, that's
your ex-wife, right?
(gentle piano music)
(engine starts)
- Get a firm hold of
that steering wheel.
Put your heels into that car.
- (laughs) Bye.
(thoughtful piano
music) (coins dropping)
- Air Oregon, I'd
like to book a flight
for Portland this weekend.
How long?
As long as I need.
(theme music)
(classical music)
(music ceases)
(classical music)
(soft honky tonk music)
- You mind?
- I insist.
Can I buy you a drink?
- Mm-hmm, gin and tonic.
- Gin and tonic.
Haven't seen you here before.
- It's my first time,
name's Andrea.
- T.J. Hooker.
- Don't look this
way for sympathy.
Stacy's still
collecting interest
on what I owe her
for the last match.
What are you doing here?
Thought you'd be out
kicking up some action
with what's-his-name,
the legal beagle.
- Mike; I told him I had
some thinking to do.
- Did you ever want to go back?
Maybe as far as 18?
When a touch could be fire?
Or when you could just lose
yourself with someone else?
- I think that's
everybody's fantasy.
- Ooh, sounds serious.
That could mean either
you're going to break up,
or you're going to get engaged.
- He was offered a job at
the DA's office in Chicago.
He asked me to go with him.
- You a cop?
- Did I leave my badge
lying around here someplace?
- (laughs) A friend told me
that Sherry's is
a police retreat.
She says that cops are
clean-cut and pretty nice guys.
- Yes, we are.
- She went out with
one she met here.
You're wondering why I'm here.
- Company that bad at home?
- You're wearing a suntan line
where most people
wear a wedding ring.
- (sighs) You're thinking I'm...
- No, I'm not thinking anything.
Except that you're a nice lady.
You need a shoulder?
I'm available.
- I wasn't looking
for a shoulder.
- You're looking for a divorce?
That what you want?
- No.
(classical music)
- Still love the guy at home?
- He just doesn't love me enough
to listen to what
I need to tell him.
- Why don't you try
shouting a little louder?
- I just wish I knew
what to say to him.
- How about
trying, "I love you?"
That would get his attention.
It'll get mine.
- My friend was right.
Cops are nice guys.
- Can I quote you next
time I write a ticket?
- (laughs)
- How did we let
that one get away?
- Must be losing my touch.
(dark, ambient music)
(scream)
(tires squealing)
- Romano, her car!
- Call the paramedics.
- Andrea, Andrea!
(tires squealing)
Andrea, it's Hooker.
Who did this to you?
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
- All right, now bail out.
The gas tank's ruined!
(crash)
(fast-paced music)
- We lost them.
- Damn.
- But we did get a three-digit
partial on his license plate.
Car has a bent fender
and a lot of paint on it.
- Check it out,
then notify every auto
body garage in the area,
and tell the coroner's office
we want to know
what made that wound.
- You connecting something?
- I read in general
type last week,
a woman was knifed
in sheriff's territory,
and another one two
weeks ago in the 16th.
- Her name is
Mrs. Andrea Farrell.
She lives on Kellmore Street.
Someone has to make
the death notification.
(slow, sad musical tones)
(siren)
- Are you sure you're
positive it was Andrea?
- She was wearing this.
Before she was murdered,
she went to a place
called Sherry's Bar.
- No, she was at a
fundraising meeting
at the grammar school.
- She met a
policeman at the bar.
They talked.
He got the impression
there were problems at home.
- That's ridiculous!
- Could there be another man?
Someone angry enough,
jealous enough to kill her?
- Look, I spent a lot
of time at the office,
but she would never.
- Did she ever suggest
that you seek help
for your relationship,
something like that?
- Sergeant, we didn't
have any problems.
She surprised me
a couple of times.
She never wanted
to drive my Porsche,
and then she just up and asked
if she could show
off for her friends.
- You said she surprised
you a couple of times.
- The other time
wasn't really a surprise.
It was just curious.
She always used to listen
to that sex show on the radio,
that call-in thing, with a
Dr. Sandy somebody-or-other.
- Sandy Roberts?
- Yeah.
- Did you ever wonder
why she was interested
in listening to a
program like that?
- No, I don't know.
I figured maybe she was
just bored or something.
- Bored.
- I don't have time
to sit and talk about
what's happening anymore.
The move is happening.
- Don't you think I know that?
- I've given up trying to figure
out what you think, Stacy.
- Now, if you could just
give up trying to think for me.
I'm not one of your
witnesses, Mike.
You can't push,
prod, or bully me.
- Funny, I thought
I was asking you
to do something
you wanted to do.
Guess I was wrong.
- O'Brien City could use
all the help we can give 'em.
So I'll coordinate with
the sheriff and the 16th
if tests show that we're
looking for the same killer.
Hey, you okay?
- I don't know.
- Mike still want you to go
back to Chicago with him?
- Not want, expected.
You know what he did?
He was so sure I'd
jump at the chance
that he bought me a plane ticket
and left the reservations open
so I could give notice
and get things in order.
- Did you give an
idea that you'd go?
- Not enough of one for him
to start making
decisions for me.
- Forget about him.
Although Chicago's a nice town,
we love you too
much to let you go.
- Chicago's a nice town,
what are you talking about?
It's hot, it's cold, it's windy.
- [Junior] Yeah,
it's a great town,
they got the Cubs, the Bears.
- [Hooker] The Cubs, you see
what happened to the Cubs?
- The computer
put the three digits
you got off the killer's car
to about 12,000 statewide
and about 4,000 in the LC area.
- That'll take weeks.
- Maybe we can trim it to days.
Seems there was
a block of 52 cars,
just like the one you chased.
All licensed at the same
time to Magic Car Rental.
- Check out the recent returns.
See if any came back
with an accordion fender
and a roadside yellow paint job.
- That was forensics.
There was skin and blood
under Andrea Farrell's fingernails.
Blood type B; Andrea had type O.
- Well, that gives us something.
Now, what about
the murder weapon?
- CAT scan says it's six
inches long, an inch wide,
and it connects to
the other two murders.
- Victim number one was dumped
in a ditch near a
male striptease club.
Number two was found
in a car outside a motel,
where she spent the night
with an unidentified man.
Both were married.
Number one had children.
Just like Andrea Farrell.
- Maybe troubled marriages.
Detectives from the 16th
found this in the victim's purse.
- Dr. Sandy Roberts.
That's the talk show host
that Andrea Farrell
was listening to.
- Could be some kind of tie-in.
- It's worth checking into.
- If we're going to check
Sandy Roberts, count me in.
She's an eyeful,
and a PhD to boot!
- It's terrible, but I don't
see why you've come to me.
- We've established that
all three of these women
were cheating on their
husbands or thinking about it.
- The last victim listened
to your program regularly,
may have called in.
The one before that
had this in her purse
when she was murdered.
- Dr. Roberts, you're
going to be late
for those promotional spots,
and that's going to put you
off your university schedule.
- I'll be right there.
My teaching assistant,
Craig Warfield.
Sergeant Hooker, Officer Romano.
Craig, would you tell
Mr. Begley I'm going to need
to talk to him?
- Sure.
- I've given out hundreds
of these brochures.
There's no way of keeping
track of the women who get them.
- You don't keep a record
of the people who call in,
where these mailers are sent to?
- I take some names
and addresses off the air
for people wanting
therapy referrals
or extra information like this.
- We'd like to
look at those lists.
- That's impossible.
- I don't think you
understand, Dr. Roberts.
Getting that list would be
difficult, but not impossible.
- You're the one who
doesn't understand, Sergeant.
Call-in patients are
entitled to as much privacy
as my regular patients.
- Telephone therapy is
broadcast to thousands of people.
It isn't exactly confidential.
- It is when only first
names go out over the air.
- I can get that record with
a subpoena duces tecum.
That means I file an affidavit
that makes our interest public.
The whole world
will wonder about it.
- You want me, Sandy?
- Yes, I thought my program
director ought to know
that the police are looking
at my show for murder clues.
- I'm Patrick Begley.
- We want a list of the
people who called in.
- I know you keep some
of those names, Sandy.
I heard what the Sergeant said.
We don't need that kind
of controversy or publicity.
Give him what he wants.
- I want you to know
I don't give a damn
about your controversy.
I care about a nice lady
who talked to you on the air
and decided she
needed more out of life,
and the killer wouldn't let her.
- Four-Adam-10 found it
down by the river channel,
rented by a D.F. Martin.
We're running him down now.
- SID is rolling; take a
look at the front seat.
- Blood where he
laid the knife down.
- And this in the
cassette deck, listen.
- [Sandy] This is
Dr. Sandy Roberts, hello.
- [Andrea] My name is Andrea.
I'm thinking of having an
affair outside my marriage.
- [Sandy] That's a big step.
- Andrea Farrell.
- Then the killer did listen
to her talking to Dr. Roberts,
and he knew who he was killing.
- How did he find her?
- Same way he found
the other two victims.
The names and addresses
are on Dr. Roberts's mailing list.
- That means he has hundreds
of victims to choose from.
- And he's doing just that.
One at a time.
(soft, tense music)
(horn honking)
- Kids, your dinner
is in the microwave,
and your dad's in
the office working.
Now, don't disturb
him if you don't have to.
Give Mommy a kiss.
It's time to do homework.
(classical music)
(music stops)
- Hi Dottie.
- Hi Janet, you ready?
- (sighs) Let's go
before I change my mind.
(classical music)
- This is KBHX FM,
Radio Talk Back.
I'm Dr. Sandy Roberts,
and thank you for joining us
in our second hour
of Coping With.
Tonight's topic is male-female
communication block,
but if you have something
else on your mind,
our lines are open, hello.
(noisy crowd)
- Hello, my name is Janet.
- Hello, Janet, go
ahead, and talk up.
There seems to be a lot
going on at home, a party?
- That's the turtle races.
- You must have an
interesting household.
- Oh, I couldn't call
from home, Dr. Roberts.
My husband would hear.
I'm calling from a club.
- Why are you afraid of your
husband overhearing, Janet?
- Because I'm cheating on him,
and I don't want him to find out
until I know what to tell him.
- How long have you been
having sex outside the marriage?
- A couple of months.
My husband is a workaholic.
He just keeps going,
right on through the night.
Finally, I came here
and met this guy.
He's made me feel things
that I'd never felt before.
(classical music)
(music ceases)
- Dr. Roberts?
This is Lana.
- Hello, Lana.
What's on your mind?
- A call I just got.
It really scared me.
- What kind of call?
Obscene? Threatening?
- From the police.
They said people who've
called you are being murdered.
- First you threaten
me with legal purgatory.
Then you spend half the
night terrifying my listeners
with your phone calls.
I'd say there was some sort of
neurotic pattern to
your behavior, Sergeant.
- I'd say there's more of a
pattern to three murdered women
who all happen to
be on your mailing list.
- Did any of these
women you called last night
give you something
concrete to go on?
- No, they didn't.
But that doesn't
mean that they won't
if they feel
themselves in danger.
- In the meantime, it
gets out that my program
is causing all this
havoc, and I get canceled.
- Well, I hope not.
- Well, I hope not, too.
Because there are people
out there who need a little help
and who wouldn't ask for it
any other way
than over the phone.
I listened to a lot of frightened,
lonely women last night.
Women, terrified to go
outside for fear of killers waiting.
- If they're married
and having an affair,
maybe they're right.
- And you might be guessing.
- Hooker, we have
another homicide.
Same MO as the others.
- If you're not too busy
answering panicked phone calls,
why don't you
take a ride with me,
see if I'm still guessing?
(slow, sad music)
- Name's Janet Mobley.
- She and a neighbor
named Dottie Overmeyer
had been lying to their families
and going out for
the past month.
- Did this neighbor
see who the victim
was going out with last night?
- Just a guy.
When the victim
didn't come home,
the neighbor came back
here, found the body,
with this gripped in her hand.
- Pill box, maybe
ripped from a pocket.
Does it match the
victim's clothing?
- No, but there's a
prescription drug inside the box.
- Find out what it is,
and see if Janet
Mobley was taking it.
- I checked
Dr. Roberts's mailing list.
Janet Mobley wasn't on it.
- So much for your MO's,
theories, and guesses.
- This Dottie
Overmeyer, where is she?
- Inside, at the bar.
- Hooker, R and I finally
coughed up some background
on our car runner, Martin.
He's been in and out at
county on ADW charges.
He uses a knife.
- You get an address?
- Yeah.
- Check him out.
- So do you think
this Martin is the killer?
- He rented a
car the killer used
the night Andrea
Farrell was murdered.
- You know, you've
mentioned Andrea Farrell
every time we've talked.
Was she something
special to you?
- Yes, I guess she
was, for a little while.
(melancholy music)
- You've had your nose
buried in that letter since we left.
Are you okay, huh?
- It's from Mike.
I sold back my airline ticket.
It says he hopes I
find the right guy,
since he feels he
obviously isn't the one.
- Was he?
- I don't know.
He did something I didn't like.
He took me for granted.
But it was because
he wanted me with him.
I keep thinking about
women like Andrea Farrell.
Married and loved her husband,
but still wasn't satisfied
with what she had.
- Maybe everything she wanted
was staring her in the face,
and she just didn't know it.
- Could be that's
my problem, too.
(mournful music)
- You're Dr. Roberts.
I've seen your picture.
Janet must have called
in half a dozen times,
asking how to cope
with her husband.
That's a man with no feelings.
I wonder if he's
going to miss her.
- Are you sure she called me?
- I wouldn't lie to you.
- I didn't mean to imply that.
- She'd call from here,
right in the middle
of the turtle races.
- Do you remember the call?
If the killer heard her call in,
he might recognize
the turtle races,
and not need the
mailing list to find her.
- My husband, kids,
they're going to find out.
How am I going to explain this?
They don't understand
what it feels like
being alone, yet not alone,
always doing what's expected,
making dinner, laundry,
cleaning, and still ignored.
No love.
You understand what
I'm saying, don't you?
(soft, sad music)
(ice cubes clinking)
(mysterious jazz)
(screaming) (crashing)
- Police, open the door!
(woman shrieking) (slam)
(slam)
Hello, come here.
Ah, you seem okay.
Where's your mama, sweetheart,
hmm, where's your mama?
(high-tempo music)
- (crying) My baby.
- She's okay.
- Oh my God.
I lost him.
- I'll call an ambulance.
- Just take it easy.
The man who did this to you?
- He wouldn't stop,
he never stopped.
- Who, who was it?
Your husband?
- [Police Radio] Four-Adam-30,
meet Officer
Sheridan on tack two.
- Four-Adam-30, roger.
Stacy.
- You're mommy's
going to be okay.
- We lost Martin.
He made like a rabbit
after beating his wife.
We finally got a
statement from her.
- Any idea where Martin went?
- She thought he went
to work at a garage,
but they said he quit
about a month ago,
and that he might be working
at a trophy manufacturing place
on Dundridge, near Hope.
- We're rolling, Stacy.
- Everything's
going to be all right.
(slow, sad piano music)
- Hey Princess, what do you
say we split early tonight, huh?
Blow a little life
into this town, huh?
I have got moves that
you are gonna love.
- That's your man?
Mr. Martin!
Move aside!
(synth drum-heavy music)
(machine running)
(thuds)
(thud)
- That's the last woman
you'll ever touch, mister.
- So she's dead; it's
got nothin' to do with me.
- I talked to your friends
at the trophy place.
The murder victim was
a regular customer there.
You went out with
her, on-and-off,
for a month before
she was murdered.
- She had problems
with her old man,
and needed her a real man
to keep up with her appetite.
I didn't kill her, and I didn't
kill any of the other ones.
And that car rental gag
is a frame, you check.
Like I told you last night,
somebody ripped off my locker.
Money, driver's
license, everything.
Hey, maybe the guy didn't
like me playing with the lady.
(door opens)
- Hooker.
We went back to the trophy
place first thing this morning.
His story of a stolen ID checks.
- And his employer
verified he was working
when both Andrea
and Sharon were killed.
- We lost a murder suspect,
but gained a wife-beater.
- I don't even know if
we have him for that.
He's been arrested eight
times for kicking her around.
She's never prosecuted.
- I was hoping you'd
change her mind this time.
- All right, thanks a lot.
Lab says the pills we found
in Janet Mobley's hands
are a steroid.
- Like in bodybuilder?
- Mm-hmm.
They also ran the tissue under
Andrea Farrell's fingernails.
It seems our killer has
a cortisone deficiency
called Addison's disease.
- Well, add Addison's disease
to the background information
on the radio employees
you're checking.
Martin just fell
through as a suspect.
- That's a lot of
checking, Hooker.
There are over 20
employees who had access
to that mailing
list in her file.
- Janet Mobley was
never on it, but I'm certain
that the killer tracked
the background noises
of the turtle races
at the club to find her.
- Makes sense, it's the
only turtle race in town.
- Well, tuck Martin away
until you hear from
Stacy and Corrigan.
What have you heard
from the radio station?
- They just gave us permission
to go through their
personnel files.
- Go to it, I'll see you there.
- Where are you going to be?
- Saying goodbye
to someone special.
Only nobody every told her that.
(delicate, sad piano music)
I didn't realize
you were still here.
I've invaded your
privacy, I'm sorry.
- No, please, I was
just sitting in my car,
thinking about going
back to an empty house.
- Your children will keep
the house from being empty.
They're a part of Andrea.
She'd left, to everyone
who knew her,
the one important thing we
all leave behind, a memory.
Think of the good times.
That way, the pain
won't be so bad.
- I did love her, God knows.
Sergeant, the police officer
that Andrea met at the bar,
whatever he said to her that
made her decide to come home,
I want him to know
that I'll never forget him.
- And he won't forget your wife.
(sad, slow music)
- Andrea Farrell's husband?
- It's not going to
be easy on him.
- I'm sorry.
Station said you'd be here.
I came out to tell
you I want to help.
- Killer, unmarried,
highly religious,
product of a
classic mother figure
who flaunted her sexuality,
but punished
her children for it.
That's it?
I got almost this much from
the department shrink yesterday.
- Huh, well, I tried.
- Did you, or was this something
you could pass on to the police
and soothe your
guilty conscience
and go about your
business as though
you have nothing to do
with what's been happening?
- Look, I've done what I can.
I'll steer future
conversations away from
wives that cheat until
you find them, hm?
- That's a start.
And then you can
do one more thing.
Tell your audience
what's been happening.
Tell the women who
call in to be aware,
to notify us if they
observe anything strange
about the men
they meet or pick up.
And then, help me set
up one more phone call,
one that might pull him
out of the woodwork.
- I can't do that!
- You said you wanted to help.
This is the only way.
- Your way, not mine.
Don't you realize
what you're asking?
You could destroy
everything I've built here...
- You could save lives!
- You only have one
direction, don't you?
Straight ahead, no matter
how good something is,
how good it could be,
if it's in the way of what
you want, it gets destroyed.
Well, no thanks, Hooker.
I don't buy your
blitzkrieg tactics.
- I don't buy your excuses.
(slam) (engine starting)
(dark music)
- How are we going
to get her to testify?
She'll be putting away
her husband for years.
- We make her understand
if there's a next time,
it could be the baby
he hurts instead of her.
- What's in the bag?
- Nothing.
- Let me see, what's in the bag?
- Nothing.
- This is all for the
Martin baby, isn't it?
- That poor kid didn't even
have a change of diapers.
- This is more than
a change of diapers.
- You know what it's like
when you get into a store.
One shelf leads to
another, you know?
(soft piano music)
- How you doing?
- Eye strain has
advanced to age 60.
Suspects, I've got
about a half a dozen
that meet the general profile.
- But nothing specific enough
to include Addison's disease?
- Nope.
- Who's your number
one candidate?
- You want to believe
Sandy Roberts's
program director, Begley?
I spotted a gap in his
employment history.
Worked for a radio
station in Florida,
turned up a year
later in Wichita.
Nothing in-between.
- But jail.
- Miami PD had him
for statutory rape.
- What else?
- Guy in accounting has
some interesting entries here.
Complaints of sexual
harassment by two bookkeepers.
- Let me see that, hm.
- Hello, this is KBHX FM.
I'm Dr. Sandy Roberts.
I'm on early today
because I have
some very special
comments to make,
which do not reflect this
radio station's policies.
They'll feel what I'm about
to say amounts to scare copy,
something which
could panic my listeners.
Now, I don't want
to scare anyone,
but you deserve to be warned.
Four women were murdered
by someone so twisted,
he believes that a lonely
woman seeking sexual gratification
outside the marriage
should be killed.
These women were hurting.
They called me to find
out how to stop the pain.
I never got past the
textbook responses,
the sex counseling,
the encounter groups,
the quick reading material.
If any of you have
called about problems
and expressed any
notions of infidelity,
please be aware that
you could possibly be
one of this madman's targets.
If you have any information
about this murder,
call the police, or call
during tonight's program.
Just don't tell us
how to find you
because the killer may
be out there listening, too.
Thank you.
This is Dr. Sandy Roberts.
- Do you know what
the hell you just did?
That was an
unauthorized broadcast.
- And would you have
authorized it for me?
- She asked me
to bring these down
and help you out with
any questions you want.
- Great, let's get to it.
- Thanks.
- Don't mention it.
- You still got a job left?
- It would have been worse if
he'd stopped me in the middle.
How about some coffee?
- Yeah.
You tell Begley about
the other part of the plan?
- He didn't give me a chance.
- Then don't.
Let's just say he's a strong
possible we're checking out.
- So what's the plan?
- You'll receive a call
tonight on the show.
Her name is Stacy.
Just listen to her.
- You think she'll be able
to help you trap the killer?
- If she does, it'll
happen because of you.
- Oh, no, because of you.
I looked at you today
out at the cemetery,
and I wondered how
you could feel so much
for a person you'd hardly met.
- Andrea Farrell reminded me of
what my ex-wife went through.
A husband too wrapped
up in his job to know
that his wife needed more
than he was giving her.
- That's not you,
not now anyway.
- What about you?
Are you looking for more
than you had up to now?
- Well, that wouldn't take much.
I've had 11 years of college,
a few more years on top of
that intensely building a career.
- A good career.
- How good is the person?
- You've done the right thing,
and everything else can't help
but come out the same way.
(ambient dark music)
(pills shaking)
- Hello, this is KBHX radio.
I'm Dr. Sandy Roberts.
Our program is Coping
With, and you're on the air.
- Dr. Roberts, (noisy crowd)
my name is Stacy.
I'm not sure I ought
to be calling like this,
but I had to talk to someone.
- All right, Stacy,
what's on your mind?
- The killer you
were talking about,
I saw him with one of the
ladies that was murdered.
- It's awfully noisy
where you are, Stacy.
Can you speak louder?
- Sorry, I'll try.
- Have you told the police?
- No, I can't.
You see, I'm married, and
if I got into it with the police,
my husband would know
what I've been doing here.
- All I can say is that you're
in grave danger, Stacy.
Call the police right now.
- I'm not sure, I'll have
to think about that.
I'll call you back, bye.
Well, the bait's out.
Let's hope the
fish was tuned in.
- I've been meaning
to say something.
- I think we need to talk.
- About what happened
at the hospital.
- I don't know what got into me.
- I don't want you to get the
wrong idea about me, Stacy.
- Hey, it's okay.
I know you thought I was
lonely because of Mike and all.
- I wasn't seeing you with Mike.
I was seeing you with
that baby in your arms.
I know what you
were feeling, Stacy.
- Then it was okay?
- It was more than
okay, for the moment.
- Only, maybe the
moment doesn't last.
- What do you think?
- I think I would
like to hang onto it,
but I'd like to get back
to enjoying each other
the way we used
to, at least for now.
- Read my mind, partner.
- So Sandy's kind
of special, huh?
- Haven't given it much thought.
- Until lately.
- That's Sandy's
teaching assistant.
- Do you think he's our man?
- He got here too soon
for it to be a coincidence.
Corrigan, forget the sting.
Our man is coming
through the door.
Brown hair, 150 pounds,
five-foot-10, 25 years of age.
Find him, we're
coming in for the bust.
(noisy crowd)
- This looks like him
coming through the door.
(shouting)
- Make for the door!
(slam) (grunt)
(tires squealing)
- Get out a
broadcast on the car.
Warfield dropped
his knife in there.
And Stacy, get on
the line to KBHX.
Warn Sandy that
Warfield's our suspect.
Warfield knows we set him up.
That means he has to
know that Sandy helped us.
(tires squealing) (siren)
(tense music)
(grunt)
- I'll catch you tomorrow.
(phone rings)
- Hello.
Stacy.
What?
It can't be!
(gun cocking)
- Dr. Roberts.
You shouldn't have
done it to me, Dr. Roberts.
- Craig, what is
it, what's wrong?
- Don't try to bluff me.
You put the cops on me.
- How could I turn on you?
I don't even know
what you've done.
- Come on, Teach!
I was the one who
killed those ladies!
- Hooker, his gun's gone.
- Call an ambulance,
notify security.
- They were nothing
but married whores.
- They were women
who weren't happy, Craig.
That's why they went
out on their husbands.
- Yeah, and what's your excuse?
I saw you with that
cop, kissing in the corner.
How could you do that when
you knew how I felt about you?
Back off, cop, or I'll kill her!
I swear I will, back off!
Just back off!
(gunshots)
- You okay?
- Yeah.
(tense music) (gunshot)
(gunshot)
- Give it up, Warfield.
I've got backups
crowding every exit.
There's no way out.
I want to help you.
- I don't need your help, cop!
(gunshot)
- What about Dr. Roberts's help?
- I don't want her help now!
She was the only woman I
ever wanted, and you ruined her!
You touched her, (gunshot)
and I'll kill you for that!
Die, dammit, die,
die! (gunshots)
I'll kill you! (gunshots)
I want you dead! (gunshots)
(thud) (glass shattering)
(glass crunching under feet)
- I'm sick of people dying.
Too many good people
have died already.
(pleasant, relaxed music)
- Whoa, that was beautiful.
Where'd you learn
to ride like that?
- (laughs) You want all my
deep, dark secrets at once,
you've got to part
with a few of your own.
- Yeah, well you're
the expert mind prober.
I'm just an amateur explorer.
What I'm trying to say is
I'd like to see more of you.
- I'd like that very
much, Hooker,
but I don't want to share you
while we're taking
that time together.
- Am I going blind?
I don't see anybody
else around here.
- Oh, I see a lot of memories
taking up all the
space in there.
So now, you've got to
make room for new ones.
- Got any suggestions
on how I'd do that?
- (laughs) You're the
one who taught me
to get in touch
with my feelings.
- Yeah, well, when
they all crop up at once,
it's hard to sort them out.
- Then go back to their roots,
and, I guess, that's
your ex-wife, right?
(gentle piano music)
(engine starts)
- Get a firm hold of
that steering wheel.
Put your heels into that car.
- (laughs) Bye.
(thoughtful piano
music) (coins dropping)
- Air Oregon, I'd
like to book a flight
for Portland this weekend.
How long?
As long as I need.
(theme music)