T.J. Hooker (1982) s04e12 Episode Script
The Surrogate
(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)
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.
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