Hunter (1984–1991): Season 7, Episode 1 - Hunter - full transcript

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-Where's the knife?

-Let him go!

-This ain't your business.

-I'm making it my business!

We got him here, huh?

What's this?

Ah, some cocaine, huh?

You all right?

Who is this?

-He's my father.

-Father?



Some influence on
this kid, aren't you?

Come on, get up!

Come on!

-Don't let him kill me.

-Hey, put that gun down!

-I'm sick of him
beating up on me.

-He's not going to beat
up on you anymore.

Put the gun down.

Come on.

Come on.

-Don't eat that!

You know what the doctor
said about your cholesterol.

-These doctors out here,
they don't know squat.

-Car's packed.



-Where's Lyle?

-He's listening to them
tapes again in the den.

-Now don't be too
hard on the boy.

He's just trying
to better himself.

-Best batch yet, Aunt Dottie.

-Precious angel.

If the law of
averages were true,

when it came to
success, everyone

would eventually be successful.

-What'd you do that for?

-You disobeyed me, boy.

What did I tell you about
buying any more of them

real estate tapes?

-But, Daddy, they
got ways to get

property with no money down.

-So do I. Get your
butt out to the car.

-Hey, Duane, you ready?

-Let's go hunting.

-John, give my
best to your family.

So?

How old would you
say that boy was?

-Couldn't have been more
than 10 years of age, George.

-Oh my God, he must have
hated his father very much.

-No, I just think he got
tired of being beaten up.

-You see terrible things
out there on the street.

-I see some pretty
good things, too, George.

-Here, eat some
egg custard cake.

It will make you feel better.

-You're a true host, George.

Thanks very much.

By the way, where's your
better half this evening?

-Lydia?

Home sleeping,
where you should be.

But first, finish
the cake, it will

put some meet on your bones.

-Thanks, George.

-Another busy
night, eh, Malitza?

-I do well enough, Janosch.

-Simple pleasures
for a simple man.

Call me Mirov.

I'd like us to be on
a first-name basis.

-OK, Mirov, your
bill comes to $14.89.

-Nobody move, nobody panic!

-Back!

-Open it!

-You all must do a
hell of a lunch trade.

I'll take that.

-Let's go!

-Just shut up, and
get us out of here.

Come on!

-You idiot!

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

I'm a cop!

-Join the club.

So are we, Metro!

-You ought to learn
how to drive, pal!

-And I'm not your pal.

-It's just a term of endearment.

-Oh, I'm sure it is.

-Not so in his case.

-That's enough, Saccio.

-Commander, I think we ought
to be investigating Mirov Janosch.

Like there's some
kind of connection

between him and the perps.

-He's carrying a gun.

I'd like to know why.

-A lot of people carry guns,
Hunter, or haven't you noticed?

-Captain Devane, what
are your feelings on this?

-I think Hunter's right, and
if it's no problem with him,

I'd like to see
Homicide and Metro

work together on this one.

-Well, I don't have
any problems,

as long as I'm
doing the driving.

DET.

Fine.

-I've never seen you
so quiet, Molenski.

-I was just waiting till
you got around to me, sir.

It'll be OK with me.

-All right, here's the
way it'll shake out.

Hunter will
coordinate with Metro.

Saccio and Molenski will
spearhead through Metro.

Hunter, you'll follow
up on Mirov Janosch.

-Yes, sir.

-Saccio and I will
start on the perps

immediately, see
what we can find out.

-Mm-hmm.

-It'll be nice working
with you, Sgt. Hunter.

-Yes, it will, won't it?

-Great, it's a love fest.

-You're overloading
your mouth again, Saccio.

Remember who you're talking to.

-Yes, sir.

-Argh!

Aw..

-We got to get that
bullet out of you, Leroy.

Give him some more
of that homemade.

-Aw.

Aw. Aw.

Oh hell.

-No, please!

-Lyle!

Lyle, patch him up.

-Now how come
Duane never has to...

-Just do it!

-Leroy!

Leroy!

You try to get
some rest, you hear?

-Yeah.

-Let's go get some lunch.

-Daddy.

Daddy!

-What?

-Maybe we should
take him to a doctor.

Doctor's going to
want to know how

he got that bullet in his belly.

-Hey, Mom, look at that wallet.

Ain't she a beauty?

You go change that bandage.

You want to get an infection?

-Go away.

-Ah, what'd you do that for?

-Wait'll your brother gets back.

-Do you think Leroy
might want some stew?

-No, I don't think he's in
much of a mood for eating.

We might have to bring
him to the farm tomorrow.

-Did you ever get
the Mailer report?

-Do you feel an arctic
wind blow through there?

Oh good, I see you're taking
the mature approach to this.

Molenski, line two,
your brother, Scott.

-Yeah, tell him
I'll call him back.

What's your problem?

-You, you're my problem.

Why do you always
side with them?

-Them, as in the
proverbial them,

or are we talking about a
particular them, as in Hunter?

-In this particular
case, it's Hunter.

Molenski, phone.

-Uh, yeah, who?

Your brother, Axel.

-Tell him I'll call him back.

What you tried to pull
on Hunter was bull.

This is as much
his case as it is ours,

maybe more so, considering
he was there when it went down.

-Why are you a Metro cop?

-Is this a trick question?

Because Metro
cops are supposedly

the elite of the LAPD.

-That's right, and that's why
this should be a Metro case

exclusively, because
we are the best.

-There's been a
homicide, Michael.

You're such an elitist.

-And that's why
you're crazy about me.

-Michael.

Line three, Molenski.

-Yeah, look, if it's
one of my brothers,

would you just tell
him I'll call him back?

It's your father.

-All right, you can
put him through.

Yeah.

Hi, Dad.

-Petra Alexander?

-Yes?

I am Nicholae Janosch.

-Oh God.

-My brother never told
me how lovely you were.

-Mirov kept much to himself.

-A smart man.

-I didn't think you could
get here so quickly.

-Is there anymore you can
tell me about Mirov's death?

-Only what I already
told you on the phone.

-This Sgt. Hunter,
I will have to see

him to get my brother's
possessions back?

-Yes.

-I'm glad we finally
got to meet, Petra.

I wish it had been under
different circumstances.

-Do you have any
idea who did this?

-No, I don't, not
yet, but we will.

Did you know your
brother carried a gun?

-He thought America
was a very violent place.

Obviously, he was right.

Are you the only one
conducting this investigation?

-No, there's
several other police

officers helping
with investigation.

Tell me, when was the last
time you saw your brother?

-Not since I moved to
Mexico City two years ago.

When can I visit my brother's
apartment, Sgt. Hunter?

-Well, like I said
earlier, his apartment's

off limits, until
Forensics is finished

looking through everything.

-And his personal effects?

-Yeah, they've been
impounded, except for the wallet,

it was stolen the
day he was killed.

-I see.

-Now where can I
get ahold of you?

-I'm staying at the Horton
Hotel for a few days.

I will be more
than willing to help.

-Yeah, thanks very much.

-Sgt. Hunter?

-There goes a real strange guy.

-What do you mean?

-By the way he touched
his brother's body and all.

He's... yeah...
what have you got?

-You were right.

The blood matched.

-Great.

-Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Just because there was a match
on the two blood samples found

in the diner, you think their
both from the same family?

-Yes, I do.

A negative is very rare.

-How do you know?

-He's right.

I had an uncle who was
A negative, fell off a horse

and died, because they
couldn't find a donor soon enough.

Of course, he
was 87 at the time.

-Aha, and you had to ask.

-Let's not forget about
those home-loaded shells.

-Yeah, what is it,
the family that loads

together stays together?

-You know, I know you
two are both the Metro

hotshots, that's OK with me.

I'm just giving you
some information.

Use it if you want.

Me?

I'm going to follow
up on Mirov Janosch.

See you both later.

You want to be
successful in real estate,

you have to find
that perfect property,

the one that starts you on the
road to financial independence.

Many people ask me.

Buy low, sell high.

And also remember
that opportunity comes

in many forms.

-Jeez.

-Son of a bitch!

-Get up.

-He cut the cord
to my headphones.

-You been listening to
them damn tapes again.

-Duane dear, walk with me.

-That's my last tape.

-Make sure you
don't get no more.

-Your cousin's in a bad way.

It's not right that he should
go on suffering like this.

Son, sometimes everything
that's thrown at you in life

is not pleasant.

Some things are just
going to be unpleasant.

-Ma.

Leroy's my friend.

-I know he is.

That's how I know
you'll do the right thing.

-Oh man, I'm hurting bad.

-I know.

-So I checks with R&I.
The computer didn't kick

out anything on
these home loads.

Not one MO matches
from another state.

Then I checked with Connor,
about this Mirov Janosch.

It turns out the
guy's a phantom.

Nobody even knows
how he got in the country.

His papers are illegal.

His bank accounts don't exist.

If they do, they're
under an assumed name.

-I wonder what it's
like to go through life

with a name like Mirov.

-Well, that's funny,
I always wondered

what it would be
like to go through life

with a name like Saccio.

-You should talk, Molenski.

I bet you had to listen to every
bad polish joke ever made.

-And then some.

-You know, I bet
you Hunter digs up

something on this
Mirov Janosch guy.

-Yeah, I wish him a lot of luck.

-What's the deal?

Hunter's a good cop.

What have you got against him?

-I don't have anything
against the guy.

-Oh, you're so
full of it, Michael.

-Hmm.

I love it when you talk dirty.

-Let's go inside.

-Not tonight.

-What's going on
with this, Joanne?

-What do you mean?

-Well, one minute
we're together,

and everything's fine.

And then the next
thing I know, you're

saying things like not tonight.

I mean there's just too much
back and forth going on here.

-I know.

It's confusing for me, too.

-It doesn't have to be.

-Still like your eggs
scrambled in the morning?

-Mm.

-Petra Alexander?

Sgt. Hunter, LAPD.

I would like to have a
word with you please.

-What do you, want?

-I'd like to talk to you
about Mirov Janosch.

-Mirov was a friend, that's all.

-You spent a couple of
nights at his apartment.

Look, Petra, the building
manager recognized you.

-This is not a crime.

-No, it's not.

-Then why are you doing this?

-I'd like to know why you
didn't claim Mirov's body.

-When I was a child my father
was executed by a firing squad.

The secret police, Securitate.

They force my mother
and me to watch.

After that I stay away from
the police as much as possible.

Old fears die hard.

-I see.

So you called Mirov's
brother, Nicholae?

-Yes, but I hardly know him.

We only spoke on the phone.

-Petra, Mirov was bringing
large sums of money

into this country
illegally, his money.

I need to know who
his connection was.

Petra, you're here
on a green card.

You're a guest of this country.

Let's take a little ride down to
the Immigration Department,

shall we?

, can't believe
you would do this.

-Yeah, I know.

-It's ridiculous.

-Yeah.

Better buckle up.

-Brancus.

Illia Brancus.

Mirov had the business
dealings with him.

It had to do with money,
black market money.

-Illia Brancus?

Drop the gun, Brancus, police!

I never saw you run so fast.

-How about you?

-Yeah, but I caught him.

-After I tackled him.

-Not him, you tackled me.

-So, Charlies, what's
cooking in that brain of yours?

-Well, I hear
through the grapevine

that there's a slot for a
captain opening down in Metro.

-That's right.

Joe Doyle's taking
early retirement.

You got an itch you're looking
to scratch, Charles, or you

just testing the waters here?

-Well, it's something
I've been thinking

about for a long time, Tom.

-You sure, huh?

-Well, a year ago
the alarm off, I'd

be up and out with a bit in
my mouth like a racehorse.

Now it rings, I just lie there.

-Maybe you're not
sleeping so good.

-No, I'm not, and you
know the reason why.

-Yeah.

Look, Charlie, if you're
really in interested

you'd be right up there with
the top three contenders.

Just one thing, you've got
to keep this between us.

-They're in here someplace.

-You know, I've been thinking.

-I love when you do that.

Here they are.

-Maybe it's time we went public.

-Excuse me.

Hello?

Have we met?

I thought we talked about this.

-Yeah, yeah, I know.

You said you weren't ready.

-Right.

-Well, maybe I
want to go public.

-Michael, I care about you.

I do.

I just can't handle
this right now.

I really can't.

-Saccio!

Molenski.

-Sgt. Hunter.

-What's happening?

-Hunter!

-I thought you'd be out
chasing Romanians by now.

-Well, I was until one of them
flew off a roof with $400,000.

-Really?

You got a name?

-Yeah, Illia Brancus.

-So what's the
connection in our case?

-Well, I think Brancus
might have been

Janosch's money
connection from Romania.

-You still think these
cases tie in, don't you?

-Sure do.

-Well, they don't.

This crazy family just
wanted the money.

-Oh, so you think
it's a family now, huh?

-It's a possibility.

-Ugh.

It's pretty ripe, too.

Nothing like a good Havana
to cut through the stench.

You smoke, Hunter?

-No, thanks very much.

-One round to the head.

That's what killed him.

-What about the gut wound?

-Oh you'll find that's a
nine millimeter, police issue.

You see this is the guy I
shot robbing the diner, Saccio.

Now starting to come
together for you now?

-You just keep hunting
Romanians, Hunter.

-Don't worry about him.

His hormones must
be out of whack.

-Hormones, huh?

-Interesting, isn't it?

It's amazing what you can
create with a brush and some tape.

-How did you find me?

-It's not very difficult
to find someone

when you really want to.

Take Sgt. Hunter,
for instance, look

how ingeniously he found you.

What did he want to know?

-Things about your brother.

-Such as?

-If he worked in
the black market.

-Hmm.

Americans don't understand
that all Romanians

deal in the black market.

You do what you have to, to
make life livable, don't you agree?

-Yes.

-What did he ask about me?

-Where you were staying,
but I told him nothing.

-I believe you, Petra.

Ah, fantastic, don't you think?

That's what I love
about black and white.

It's pristine starkness.

There is an honesty about it.

When did you first
realize I was Securitate?

Was it when you first saw me,
or did it take longer than that?

-It was when I first saw you.

I recognize your eyes.

-If I wanted something
to happen to you,

it would have happened already.

Just don't ever lie to me.

Having a high rank in the
secret police had its privileges.

One of them was that beautiful
women tend to remember you.

-Nicholae, what do
you want from me?

-My brother had a wallet.

-A very beautiful one.

I always wonder where he got it.

President gave it to me.

I gave it to Mirov
for safekeeping

when he came to this
country, but the wallet

was stolen by his
killers, and there

was something
very valuable in it.

-I still don't understand
why you need me.

-You had an understanding
with my brother.

I may need your
services while I'm here.

-My services don't come cheap.

-You and I will have
the same understanding.

-So the ball was
definitely Hunter's.

Yeah, give me the guy's name.

Leroy Baines.

What about priors?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Got an address?

Thanks, pal.

I'll talk to you.

Ames, have you
seen Molenski around?

-She said something about
going to see a Sgt. Hunter.

-Shh.

Well, you see her, tell
her I'm checking out a tip.

-Yes?

-I'm Officer Saccio,
LAPD, Metro Division.

-What can I do for you, officer?

-Does a Leroy Baines live here?

-Well, no, he hasn't
lived here in some time.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

-OK.

Yeah, right, go ahead.

I'm ready.

All right.

That's good.

Thanks a lot.

-Molenski, let's
go, got a liquor

store, same MO as before.

- Hunter, Saccio just go...
- Forget about Saccio.

Let's go.
- No, listen a minute.

I just found out he got a
positive ID on that corpse

from yesterday.

-Yeah.

-It turns out the slugs
definitely came from your gun.

-Right.

-And he got an address on
the DB from his parole officer.

-Wait a minute, you're
saying Sacc would

be that dumb to go
out there by himself?

Come on.

Let's go.

-You sure you don't want some?

-Positive.

You have no idea
where Leroy Baines is?

-No, he left here at
least two months ago.

-But his parole officer gave
this as his home address.

-I didn't even know the
boy had a parole officer.

-Where's your
husband, Mrs. Pinder?

-Out.

-No, hey, hey, I
asked you where.

-Didn't you hear her?

-He's out.

-They're for good luck.

-Stand by, boys, time
for your allowance.

-Woo!

Man that's good.

-We can sure get us
a nice piece of property

with all the bread we
made last few months.

-Oh, hey, uh, how come
Duane's got $50 more than me?

-Because he doesn't
say stupid things.

Come on, we've got
to get home, or Ma's

going to start to worry.

Let's go.

-I don't see any sign of Saccio.

-Oh why don't you hit the front?

I'll go around to the back, huh?

-Ain't that that
cop from the diner?

-Yeah.

-Well, let's take him.

-Don't be an idiot.

I ain't about to shoot
at my own home.

Your mom's handled lots of cops.

-What'd you find out?

Anybody home?

-I don't think anybody's here.

Probably out at
their decorator's.

-Yep.

-Police!

Hello?

-Throat slit.

-It looks like someone did a
job on her hand with the candle.

She's been tortured.

Michael.

-I know.

Look upstairs, I'll finish
you out down here.

-Oh my God.

No.

No.