Hunter

He's nutsed out!

That's right, and he's the nice one.

Well, you're gonna have to pay your dues in this town.

She was found by the side of the freeway.

She was murdered.

The killer did not commit suicide.

Fools around, this girl.

Well, actually, I never have.

Show me what you got, baby.

We're going for a little drive, you and me, miss.

What I wouldn't give for just

a good old-fashioned roll in the hay.

Works for me.

Man: I look ok?

Whatever.

Great.

Great! As always.

You were terrific.

No, I really mean it.

Thanks.

Listen, Liz, I...

Uh, I was wondering...

Just leave me alone.

Tony: Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What's the problem here?

Nothing. No problem.

Oh, ok. Hiya, honey.

Come on, Vinnie. I'll see you tomorrow, babe.

I didn't do nothing.

Right. Who said that?

You don't think I know what you do after I leave, huh?

That you're making tapes for your personal collection.

Vinnie, go home. I'll see you tomorrow.

All right?

McCall: Hunter?

Hunter.

Hunter!

Yeah?

You know something, McCall?

I think staking out bobo Hayden is probably the dumbest idea

in all of the history of surveillance.

Well, at least you get to sleep through it.

You know, you act as though this guy has got

the only sawed-off shotgun in all of Los Angeles.

Look, when we get his gun over to ballistics,

you'll change your tune.

Well, you want to talk about

some of your classic screw-ups?

You want to know what I think?

I think we ought to go in there and bust his door in

and drag his hide right out of here.

Be my guest.

Police radio: Attention all units.

We have a report of a 187 on the northbound connector road

between the Santa Monica and San Diego freeways.

This is l-56, we're at the corner of Ohio and federal.

We're rolling on it. Out.

You know, I have never seen somebody dead before.

I mean, she was just lying there, officer,

looking right up at me.

Hey, hunter, your timing is awesome.

You get here just before the sanitation department.

You're pretty funny, Henderson.

Why don't you go on the Johnny Carson show?

Your car's blocking the access road.

That's 30 bucks. You better move it,

otherwise it's gonna leave on a hook.

Get the press out of here, will you?

Uh...

Hey, thanks, hunter.

Ok.

Treemont high, 1979.

Go ahead and call it in. Tell the captain we're on it.

What about bobo?

I'll go sit on him.

You dig up a yearbook from treemont high school

and find out who the hell that is.

Always have to ask the same questions, you know?

Who was she? Where did she come from?

Why did it have to happen?

Don't open up a clinic here, ok?

It just gets to me sometimes.

And onward and upward they flew,

till the sun was darkened by their wings, forever.

Yeah, terrific.

Have you ever done any modeling?

Well, I starred in that play.

Well, you're gonna have to pay your dues in this town.

You want to turn around?

You've got something...

But these pictures are gonna kill you.

You need professional photographs.

With what money?

I do know of a modeling job.

The photographer's looking for a new face.

There's a little nudity required,

but you'll get a whole bunch of photographs out of it

and $300 cash for the day.

Want to show me your legs?

Just a little higher...

Open your top for me, please.

Ha ha! Hey, it's ok.

I do this a hundred times a day.

I got to see what I'm selling.

Tony's gonna love you.

Mr. Lawrence duggan?

Yeah, that's me.

Do you have a daughter Elizabeth Anne

who graduated from treemont high school in 1979?

Yes, I have.

Nellie?

Who is it, dear?

Sergeant McCall, Metro P.D.

Mr. Duggan...

Is this your daughter?

Yes, it is.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this...

But your daughter's dead.

I'm...

I'm very sorry.

She was found by the side of the freeway.

Sh-she'd been murdered.

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

Yes, she was.

Do you know who did it?

Well, no. Uh...

That's why i'm here. I was hoping

that perhaps you might have an idea.

We hadn't seen or heard from her

in over 3 years.

We had a card from her at christmastime.

Well, uh, do you know where she was living,

or who her friends were?

We didn't even have her phone number.

Uh... Mr. Duggan?

It was the drugs.

The damn drugs.

Nell?

Honey?

McCall: When I told her parents,

they didn't even flinch.

Apparently, they hadn't seen her

in about 3 years.

That's when she got into drugs,

and after that, not much more.

You know, she reminded me so much

of my best friend in high school, shelley.

You know, when you have a friend like that,

it's like you're...

Joined at the hip or something?

We were... we were closer than sisters,

until she got involved in drugs.

First it was only recreational, you know.

Ended up with needles and prostitution.

I had to tell her parents too.

God, what happens to some people?

Get up!

Hey, man. Will you get him out of my face?

He's nutsed out!

That's right, and he's the nice one.

What's up with you, man?

Look, what's your badge number?

I'm gonna file a complaint, man.

You can't push me around! I've got rights!

Into an operations office.

I realize we're very cramped here, sir...

Hunter: Shut up!

I'm filing a complaint, man.

Yo! Huh?

Yeah. I want to file a complaint

against this, uh... officer.

Yes, my name is sergeant terwilliger,

and I'm with internal affairs, and I'd be glad to help you.

Barney, would you let me do this?