Hunter (1984–1991): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Hot Grounder - full transcript
When the wife of the commissioner is killed in car bomb that was planted in the commissioner's car, Hunter is assigned the case knowing well that he could get booted out. When Hunter arrives, he discovers a few anomalies like how his car was parked like he wanted his wife to move it and his attitude when they arrive. The chief intercedes on his behalf threatening to have Hunter booted if he keeps doing this. But Hunter nevertheless still perseveres and finds a secret the man wanted to keep quiet.
Commissioner Crenshaw
Killed His Old Lady.
Whoever Gets This Case
Is Ruined.
Good Luck,
Good Hunting,
And Good-Bye.
Well, Look On
The Bright Side, Mccall.
There Is No
Bright Side, Buster.
What Are You So Afraid Of,
Commissioner?
I've Got People
I Can Call.
The Two Of You Are Up
On The Trial Board.
You Are Both Suspended
Without Pay.
Well, Let's
Do It Anyway.
I'll Have
To Cuff You.
Now The Fun Begins.
Works For Me.
There We Go.
Ok.
Here You Go. One More.
Come To The Net.
That's Good.
Bend Your Knees More.
That's Good.
That's It. That's It.
That's Much Better.
Heads Up.
Take Shorter Steps.
You're Looking Sloppy
Out Here.
Your Feet Are Dragging
All--That's It.
That's It. Good.
Nice, Easy Stroke.
That's It.
Larry, Could You
Move Your Car, Please?
The Keys Are Already
In It, Honey.
Just Pull It On Over,
Will You?
You're Not Con--
Here, Take This.
You're Not
Concentrating.
Yeah, Yeah. I Got It.
Look, We Got Handed
A Red-Hot Grounder, Man.
And The Officer
Who Gets This One
Is Gonna Be Grilled
And Grilled.
Come On, Smitty,
It Can't Be That Bad.
Well, The Commissioner's
Wife Just Got Exploded
In The Commissioner's
Car.
I Won't Make My Pension.
I Got 3 Official 6-0-8
Complaints Last Year.
You Think Maybe
The Commissioner Did Her In?
Now, Don't Take This
Personally, Sir,
Mr. Commissioner,
But, Uh,
Where Were You When
Your Wife Got Gonzoed?
Whoever Gets This Case
Is Ruined.
[Singing]
Good Morning.
Where Is Everybody?
Last Time I Saw It
Like This
The Mayor's Kid Sister
Had Disappeared.
Oh, No.
We Got A Career
Breaker Here?
Yeah. Commissioner Crenshaw
Killed His Old Lady.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
Wait, Ortega,
We Don't Know That.
Now, You Know, It Could
Have Been Somebody Else.
Could Have Been
The Butler...
Or Something.
Wow. In 68%
Of All The Homicides
Involving A Husband
And A Wife,
It's The Spouse
Who Committed The Crime.
Now, We Got A 68% Chance
That The Commissioner
Whacked His Old Lady.
If I Get This Case,
It's Over.
I Mean, No One Officer
Should Get Stuck
With 2 Career Breakers
In One Year.
Yeah. Yeah.
I Wonder Who
Cain's Gonna Give It To.
[Door Opens]
Hunter.
I've Got Something
Neat For You.
The Crenshaw Case.
[Cheering]
I Know You And Mccall
Will Conduct
An Absolutely Scrupulous
Investigation
Of This Homicide.
Good Luck, Good Hunting,
And Good-Bye.
[Toilet Flushes]
Well, At Least
I'm In The Right Room.
Mccall, We Got It.
You Can Come Out Now,
Girls, It's Safe.
Why Didn't You
Hide, Hunter?
I Was In The Men's Room.
What'd You Want Me To Do,
Climb Up In A Vent?
I'm Too Big.
Hey, Hunter.
Can I Have Your Desk
And Your Locker?
[Laughter]
There's No Way Out
On This One, Hunter.
Cain's Finally Managed
To Pull Our Plug.
Well, Look On
The Bright Side, Mccall.
There Is
No Bright Side, Buster.
I've Met
Commissioner Crenshaw.
He Took Me
To Lunch Once.
Oh, That Eases
My Mind Some.
Nice Guy, Is He?
I Hope.
It Was When I Made
Detective Grade.
The Purpose Of The Lunch
Was To Find Out
How I Liked
Being A Lady Cop.
And Then We Moved On
To The Wine Tasting
And The Heavy Breathing.
Oh, No. He Took
A Shot At You?
Well, It Has Been Known
To Happen, Hunter.
If He's A Player,
He Was Probably
Playing Around On His Wife.
She Found Out About It,
And He Decided
To Eliminate Her.
That's In
Your Detective's Manual
Under "Favorite Motives."
Hey, Chief--
Not Right Now, Please.
I Just Got Here.
I'll Have A Statement
For You Later.
[Car Horn Honks]
Hey, Sergeant--
No Comment.
Nothing.
Do You Have Any Suspects
At This Time?
No, No, No. Nothing.
No, No, No, No.
I Wanted To See You
Before You Went In
To Talk To
Commissioner Crenshaw.
I Don't Want You
To Forget
The Man's Under A Great
Stress At The Moment.
I Don't Want You
To Add To That Stress.
Could--A Little Later,
Please. Please.
We May Have To Ask Him
Some Questions, Sir.
Can't That Wait?
No. I'm Afraid
It Can't.
Lady, Would You--
Would You Get This
Out Of My Face
Right Now?
Right Now!
Officer.
Officer, Move
These People Out.
Officer, Please. Could
You Clear Out This Area?
Later.
Connie And
Larry Crenshaw Are--
Were 2 Of
My Dearest Friends.
I Don't Have To Tell You
That I'm Gonna Be
Looking Into Every
Aspect Of This Case.
I'll Be Like A Shadow
Hanging Over Your Desk.
Well, I'll Try Not
To Let That Interfere
With The Way I Carry Out
My Investigation, Sir.
Sergeant, One Phone Call
And I Can Have You Doing
A Straight 8 On
A Foot Beat On Skid Row.
Larry...
These Officers Have To
Ask You A Few Questions.
I Hope You Don't Mind.
All Right.
We'll Go In
The Living Room,
Make This As Quick And
As Painless As Possible.
He's Pretty Upset.
What Happened
To His Hands?
Well, He Scorched 'Em
Pretty Bad
Trying To Get
The Burning Car Door Open.
Look, His Tennis Coach
Is Still Here.
His Name Is Lance Lane.
I Held Him For You.
Lance Lane?
Wait Till You See Him.
The Guy Looks
Like A Lance Lane.
He Was Here
When The Car Went Up.
It's A Mess.
I Don't Think
The Crime Lab's
Gonna Get Much
Of Anything.
Did You See Commissioner
Crenshaw's Hands?
Were They Badly Burned?
No. He Had Them Wrapped
When I Got Here.
It's Too Bad You Guys
Got This Grounder.
No Win, Huh?
I Was Getting Tired
Of Police Work Anyway.
Gonna Get A Fishing Boat
And Move To Florida.
Pick Up Girls.
Why Was She
Driving His Car?
Well, He Says
She Was Just Moving It
Out Of The Way
So She Could
Get Her Car Out.
He Was Down
Taking A Tennis Lesson
From Cutie Pie.
Commissioner Crenshaw,
I'm Sergeant Hunter,
This Is Sergeant Mccall.
I'm Very Sorry About
The Death Of Your Wife, Sir.
She Was Just Moving It.
My Car...
And Then Lance And I,
We...We Heard It.
I Mean, Things--
All The Things You Plan
As If Nothing Were
Ever Going To Happen.
We Were Planning
On Having Lunch
This Afternoon,
Then Going To
The Mayor's Party
Tonight.
And This Morning
We Were Just
Sitting There
Talking About Jill's
Graduation From Vassar.
And--
I'm Sorry.
I'm--I'm Rambling.
Well, Sergeant Mccall
Is Gonna
Ask You
Some Questions, Sir.
I Want You...
To Find Out...
Who Killed My Wife.
It Isn't, Uh,
Well, I Mean,
They Were After Me.
It Was My Car.
There'd
Been Threats.
You Had Threats
On Your Life?
Yes.
Mccall:
How Many? How Long Ago?
2. On Tuesday.
No. No, It Was
Wednesday Night.
About A Half
An Hour Apart.
Did You Report These Threats
On Your Life To Somebody?
No.
Why Not?
What In The Hell Is
That Supposed To Mean?
I'm Just Asking Why
When Threats Were Made
On Your Life
You Didn't Report It
To Somebody.
I Didn't Take Them
Seriously.
Larry, Are You
All Right?
I'm A Little Tired,
Yeah.
Look, Hunter,
Maybe You'd Like To Talk
To The Tennis Coach.
I'll Finish Up Here.
Commissioner,
Do You Remember Me?
Sure.
Well, I'm Afraid
I'm Not Sure. I--
I Meet So Many
Police Officers.
Yes, I'm, Uh,
I'm Calling About
Commissioner Crenshaw's
Tuxedo For Tonight.
Didn't He Rent One?
Yes.
No. My Mistake. Thanks.
You Mr. Lane?
Lance Lane.
Larry's Tennis Coach.
Did You See Anything?
No. I Was Giving
Mr. Crenshaw His Lesson.
You Mean Larry?
What?
Well, You Just
Called Him Larry.
Yeah, Larry.
I Was Giving Him
His Lesson And, Uh,
Connie Wanted
To Move His Car,
And The Keys Were In It.
Oh, How Do You
Know That?
He Told Her To Move It
Herself, The Keys Were In It.
We Were Having Our Lesson.
Do You Have Any Idea
Why The Commissioner
Parked His Car
Behind His Wife's
When He Could
Have Just As Easily
Put It In The Garage?
What Is This?
This Is A Homicide
Investigation, Lance.
Sometimes We Ask A Lot
Of Tiresome Questions.
Well, I Don't
Have Any Idea.
Look, Can I Go? I Got
Other People To Teach.
Well, You're Taking This
Pretty Hard, Aren't You?
Hang In There, Lance.
The Grief
Will Pass With Time.
I Hardly Knew Her.
Ok.
Leave Your Number
And Address
With The Officer
At The Gate.
Oh, Mr. Lane...
What's Your Real Name?
I Mean, Before
You Changed It?
I'm Sorry?
Well, Lance Lane
Sounds Like It Came Out
Of A Casting Directory.
Who Were You Before You
Changed It To Lance Lane?
Well, I--
I Can Print You
And Run It.
Cause Me A Lot Of Problems.
Get Me To Thinking And All.
Sometimes It's
Just Best To Cooperate.
I Was Born
Teddy Sheinbrew.
Ok.
See You Around.
Oh, Teddy...
Did You See Who Wrapped
The Commissioner's
Burned Hands?
I Think He Did It
Himself.
All Right.
I'm--Please, I Would
Like To Lie Down.
Uh, Sergeant Mccall,
That's Enough For Now.
There's No Reason
This Can't Be
Postponed Till Later.
Excuse Me.
I Got Some Ointment
From The Doctor
Outside.
Let Me Take A Look
At Those Hands,
Commissioner.
[Sighs] Kenny, Can You
Please Make This End?
I'm Feeling
A Little Ill.
Certainly.
Sergeant Hunter,
Sergeant Mccall,
Would You Please
Come Outside
With Me?
I Understand You Left
The Keys To Your Car
In The Ignition.
Is That Something
You Usually Do,
Commissioner?
Perhaps You Didn't
Hear Me, Sergeant.
I Heard You.
It's Just That I'm On
Kind Of A Roll Right Now.
You Get Outside
Right Now, Sergeant!
Don't Make Me
Say It Again.
Kicked Out Of Port.
I Got A Chance
To Take His Hand
And Squeeze It
Slightly.
No Flinch.
So I Don't Think
He Was Burned
Too Badly.
Want My Cop's Hunch?
Think He Did It?
Why Would A Guy
Leave The Keys In His Car
And The Car Parked Where
It Would Have To Be Moved
When It Would Be
Just As Easy
To Put The Car
In The Garage?
I Don't Know.
That's Pretty Thin.
I Got Another Piece That's
A Little Bit More Solid.
He Had A Black Tie Dinner
To Go To Tonight.
There Was No Tuxedo
In His Closet.
So I Called The Tux Shop
That's Listed
In His Telephone Book.
He Didn't Rent One.
So, He Knew She Was
Going To Be Dead.
Why Would He
Go To A Party?
Why Would He Bother
To Rent A Tux?
Bingo.
I Thought You Said Lance
Claimed He Hardly Knew Her.
Right.
Well, If You Go Back
In Her Calendar,
She Was Taking A Tennis Lesson
From Him Every Friday.
Looks Like Our Friend
Lance Lane
Made A Little Boo-Boo.
I Guess
The Sexual Revolution
Hasn't Made It To
That Table Over There Yet.
I Like Your Purse,
Big Fella.
What Do You Got
In That Checkbook?
Oh, Mostly Checks Made
Out To Cash, The Market,
Stuff Like That.
There Are 3 Large Amounts
Made Out To A Manny Roth,
Though.
2 For 500, 1 For 1,000.
Could Be Worth Checking Out.
She Was Headed To 25277
Wilshire Boulevard.
Want To Hit
That Place First?
Yeah, Might As Well.
My Purse!
My Purse!
He Stole My Purse!
How Do They Expect Me
To Pay For My Lunch?
25277 Wilshire Boulevard
Is A Lawyer's Office.
Lawyers.
Maybe They Were Going
To Do Her Taxes.
Both: Or Her Divorce.
We'll Never Get Anything
Out Of Her Attorney
Unless We Get Creative.
Like, Uh...
Like, Uh, Hey...
[New York Accent]
I Work Over At The, Uh,
The Hancock Drug
Counter, You Know,
It's Across The Street
From, Like, Uh,
Commissioner's Office,
See...
And, Like, I'm All
The Time Seeing, Um,
Mr. Crenshaw Come
In There With This, Uh,
Blonde With The Split
Ends, Ya Know?
So I Says To Mrs.
Crenshaw, Hey, Honey,
I Think
That This Mr. C.'S
Been Messing Around
On You, Ya Know?
So, Anyway, Like I Says
To Mrs. Crenshaw,
Look, Honey, It's Fine.
I'll Come Down
And, You Know,
Make A Statement
Or Something,
Whatever You Want,
It's No Problem.
We're Not Working
On The Crenshaw
Divorce Action Any Longer
[Softly]
Because Mrs. Crenshaw Was
Killed Earlier This Morning.
It Was On The Radio.
Ain't Life
A Peach Pit.
Just What The Hell
Is Going On Here?
Uh, Mrs. Crenshaw
Asked This Woman
To Come In
And Be Deposed
On The Divorce Case.
I Just Told Her About
Mrs. Crenshaw's Death.
I Demand To See
Your Identification.
I'm Real Hungry, Ace.
And I'm Sure You're Gonna
Stop All This Demanding
Unless You Plan On
Growing 5 Or 6 Inches
In The Next
2 Or 3 Seconds.
Come On, Cel, Honey, These
Aren't Very Nice People.
No Kidding.
Let Me Get My Purse.
So The Loving Couple
Was Getting A Divorce, Huh?
The Commissioner Sort
Of Forgot To Tell Us That
This Morning
When We Were Over There.
Yeah, Well, Maybe He Was
Just A Little Too Upset.
Yeah, Perhaps.
Tell You What.
I Think We Ought
To Find Out
What All These
Checks To Manny Roth
Are For.
Yeah, It's Either That
Or Early Retirement.
Huh.
Manny Roth.
I Remember This Guy.
He Was An Accounts
Receivable Specialist
For Bad Bob Austin.
The Loan Shark?
Yeah. He Used
To Make Cash Register
With A Baseball Bat.
He Once Killed A Guy
Collecting A $100 Loan.
He's Not Gonna Be
Easy To Talk To.
He Lacks
A Cooperative Spirit.
How About A Little
Good Cop, Bad Cop?
I'll Be The Bad Cop.
I've Had 5 Partners,
And Every Time We Play
Good Cop, Bad Cop,
I Was The Bad Cop.
That's Sort Of My Thing.
I Do A Great Bad Cop.
You Mean You Used To Do
A Great Bad Cop.
This Time You're
Gonna Do The Good Cop.
The Hell I Am.
The Hell You Aren't.
[Rings Bells]
[Chuckles]
Don't Tell Me.
You Two Are A Couple
Of Oinkers From Downtown.
I Ain't Done Nothing.
So Shove Off.
Let's Get Something Straight
Right Now, Manny.
I Haven't Got
Any Sense Of Humor.
I Live To Hassle
Bums Like You.
You Want Some Trouble
From Me?
I'll Park Outside This
Little Rat Hole Of Yours,
And I'll Start
Spending Your Cash.
I Will Write You Up
On Fire Regs, Access Codes--
You Name It,
I'm Gonna Find It.
Calm Down, Mccall.
Well, Where Does
This Bag Of Wind Get Off
Calling Us Oinkers, Huh?
I Think We Ought To Cut
This Ball Of Slime
Down To Size.
You'll Have To Excuse
My Partner.
She's Had A Tough Week.
We're Here To Check Up
On A Client Of Yours,
Mrs. Crenshaw.
Uh, Dee Dee, Could I
Have A Few Minutes Here?
Would You Wait For Me
In The Unit, Please?
That's Real Cute,
The Way You Two Do This.
I Don't Talk To Pigs.
Now, Get Out Of Here
Before I Call My Attorney.
I Don't Think
You Scared Him.
Want To Trade?
I'm Not Through Yet.
I Told You
To Get Out Of Here.
I Said
Get Out Of Here!
I'm The Best Friend
You've Got In This Room.
So Maybe You'd
Better Talk To Me.
Are You Insane?
That's A Possibility.
Now, Mrs. Crenshaw Hired
You To Do Something.
Why Don't You
Start From There?
She's Had Her 2 Practice
Swings, Manny.
Now She's Gonna
Try It Out On You.
That Used To Be
Your Specialty,
Didn't It, Manny?
Busting Guys
With That Thing?
Just Let Me Go,
Will Ya?
Just Let Me Go.
Now, Mrs. Crenshaw
Hired You
To Follow
The Commissioner, Right?
Because She Thought
He Was Having An Affair?
She Didn't Want
Her Husband Followed.
She Wanted Me To Follow
His Tennis Coach.
Why?
She Told Me She Was
Having An Affair With Him.
Tennis Coach
Was In Love With Her,
She Tried To Break It Off,
The Guy Goes All Nuts.
Starts Saying He's Gonna
Kill Her Husband.
Go On.
I Followed The Guy
For A Few Weeks.
Seemed To Calm Down Ok.
That Was That.
Mrs. Crenshaw Was Killed
This Morning, Manny.
That Makes This
A Homicide
Investigation.
And As The 2 Oinkers
On This Case,
You Try To Leave Town
And We're Gonna Do
The Ham Hock Polka
On Top Of Your Head.
It's The Truth,
I Swear It.
Manny, If You Get That
Urge To Leave Town...
Fight It Real Hard, Ok?
So What
Do You Want To Do?
We Got 2 Choices.
We Can Stake Out
Our Beloved Commissioner--
Bad Career Move,
But Maybe The Right One.
Or We Can
Sit On Lance Lane
And See What He's Doing
When He's Not Serving Up
Those Furry Little
White Balls To People
In Tailored Shorts.
Well, If
We Decide To Let
The Commissioner Drift
And Camp Out On Lance,
Would That Make Us
Chicken-Hearted
Scaredy Cats?
Yeah.
But Let's
Do It Anyway.
Hey. Lance
Is Leaving.
Boy, Here's A Piece
Of Luck, Hunter.
Your Car Is Gonna Fit
Right In Here.
[Car Approaches]
There's My Boy.
I Do Have Something
For You.
You Have
Something For Me?
The First Payment,
Huh?
Manny.
Halt! Police!
[Gunshots]
I Want My Attorney Now!
Shut Up!
Do You Know
What's Going On
Around Here?
I'm Lost.
I Admit It.
Cain: You Don't Seem
To Get The Point, Hunter.
I Don't Care What
You And Mccall Think.
The Case Is Closed,
The Killer Is Dead,
And All The Pieces Fit.
No, They Don't.
It Just Doesn't
Quite Track For Me.
Well, It Tracks
For Me.
Lance Lane Was
Jealous Of Connie.
He Wanted To Marry Her,
And He Planned To Get Rid
Of Her Husband.
So He Tried To Kill
The Commissioner, And
He Got Connie By Mistake.
Manny Roth Confirms It.
He Is Giving His Statement
Right Now.
Well, We Think
Manny's Lying.
I Said It Tracks
For Me, Hunter.
Then What Was Manny
Doing In A Junkyard
Handing An Envelope
Over To Lance?
It Looked Like He
Expected A Payoff,
Maybe Blackmail.
But Then Lance Tries
To Kill Manny. Why?
What Did Manny
Have On Lance?
Manny Roth Says
There Was No Envelope,
You Two Say There Was.
So Where Is It?
Lance And It Burned
Up In The Junkyard.
Oh, Excuse Me
All To Hell.
Lance And The Envelope
Burned Up. That's Great.
Don't Close The Case,
Captain. Leave It Open.
Commissioner Crenshaw
Wants It Closed.
So Tell Him
To Sit On His Hat.
This Is Our Case.
Commissioner Crenshaw
Killed His Wife...
Now, You Listen, Hunter--
Because She Was Running
Around With Lance Lane.
He Put The Dynamite
Underneath The Hood
Of His Own Car,
Parked His Car
Where His Wife
Would Have To Move It.
Why?
Because She Was
Getting A Divorce.
Says Who?
She Was Seeing
A Divorce Attorney
By The Name Of Shriver.
We Can Subpoena
His Files.
You'll Never Get That Paper
Through The System.
There's Not A Judge
In This Town That
Will Sign That Subpoena.
Attorney/Client Files
Are Privileged Information.
It's A Community
Property Estate.
If She Divorces Him,
She Gets Half
His Net Worth.
Now,
I Ran It Through
Dunn &Amp; Bradstreet.
He's Worth
$20 Million.
I Think
10 Million Bucks Is
Pretty Good Motive.
Ok, So If
Commissioner Crenshaw
Killed His Wife
Like You Two Say He Did,
Why Was Manny Roth
Blackmailing Lance,
Who Hasn't Got
20 Million Bucks?
Seems To Me Manny Roth
Would Be Blackmailing
Commissioner Crenshaw.
You Got A Way
To Explain That?
You're Right. It Doesn't
Seem To Make Any Sense.
This Case
Is Off The Sheet.
Lance Lane Did The Murder,
Lance Lane Is Dead,
We Move On.
You Got That?
Are You
Quite Clear On That?
Yeah.
Well, I Hear
You Two Did Some
Fine Police Work.
I--I Just Can't
Believe That Lance
Tried To Kill Me.
Neither Can We.
Uh, Excuse Me.
Excuse Me.
I Thought That, Uh--
I--I Thought That,
Well, Lance
Did Kill My Wife.
I Thought
The Case Was Closed.
That's Just 'Cause
You Had The Juice To Get
It Closed, Commissioner.
We Both Know
Who Killed Your Wife.
It Wasn't Lance.
What Exactly
Are You Insinuating?
We Got Questions,
Lots Of 'Em,
Like, Uh, Why Didn't
You Rent A Tuxedo
For The Mayor's Party?
What?
You Had A Black-Tie
Dinner To Go To
And You Didn't
Rent A Tuxedo,
And That's Because
You Knew Your Wife
Was Gonna Be Dead.
And A Man Doesn't Go
To A Black-Tie Dinner
On The Night His Wife
Has Been Murdered.
Are You Out Of
Your Mind, Sergeant?
I Resent This Entire
Conversation.
What Are You So Afraid
Of, Commissioner?
That Is It!
The Two Of You Are
Up On A Trial Board.
You're Both Suspended
Without Pay.
Leave Your Shields
And Your Weapons With
The Watch Commander.
You Know, Captain,
You're
Always Talking
About The System,
How Impartial It Is.
Well, This Scumball
Blew His Wife
Halfway To Tarzana.
And Just Because
He's The Mayor's
Tennis Partner
Or Some Damn Thing,
We Have To Back Off.
Forget It, Hunter,
You're Wasting Your Breath.
Oh, There's A Piece
Of Good News,
Not Burned At All.
Nice Working With You.
[Applause And Cheering]
Get Back To Work!
Get Back To Work!
I Fed The Cops
A Phony Story.
Told Them Your Old Lady
Hired Me To Follow Lance
Because She Was
Afraid He Was Jealous
And He Might Kill You.
Kept The Heat Off Of You,
Mr. Big Shot.
You Had Your Boy
Try To Kill Me.
Oh, I Don't
Have To Sit Here And
Put Up With All This.
Hey.
Magoo, This Is
A Whole New Game.
It Don't Make No Difference
That Lance Is Dead.
You And Him
Killed Your Wife,
And I've Got The Pictures
That Tell Why.
We'll Settle Up
In Payments...
100,000 A Month.
I'll Call You,
Let You Know How And When.
I'm Not Gonna Let You
Pressure Me Forever.
I Want The Negatives.
[Chuckles]
See, Blackmail's An Art.
It's An Art, Like...
Chinese Water Painting.
Sure, You Squeeze Too Hard,
You Kill The Patient.
But I'm Very Good.
I Squeeze Just Hard Enough
So You'd
Always Rather Pay
Than Face The Heat.
I'll Go To The Police.
I'll Confess.
Wanna Bet?
Uh...His Wife Owed Me
For The Last 2 Weeks.
He's Gonna Pay Me Later.
Oh, And You Had To Meet
In The Bottom Of The Garage
To Discuss That, Huh?
Yeah.
You Got That Part
Real Solid, Honey.
Get Used To It.
We're Going
Wherever You Go,
Taking Pictures,
And Writing It Down.
We'll Send You Copies
If They Come Out.
You Two Are Suspended.
Oh, I Know,
But We Love This City,
And We Hate Injustice.
So This Was On The House.
Shall We
Follow Him?
No. I Think
He's Gonna Go Home
And Try To Figure
Out What To Do Next.
Lance's Funeral
Is Today. I Think
We Should Go.
Why?
Well, You're Known
By The Company You Keep.
I Think We Can
Find Out About Lance.
Let's Go.
Mccall: Isn't That
Mark Leyland?
Well, Well, If It
Isn't The Prince Of
The Chicken Hawks.
Probably Here To
Spit On The Coffin.
Let Me Handle This.
Mark?
Well, What
Do We Have Here,
Ratwoman And Her
Drooling Companion
Ratfink.
I Didn't Know That Lance
Was One Of Your Boys.
I Don't Talk To Cops.
Hey, Look, I Can
Arrange To Have
A Black And White
Parked Outside
One Of Your Little
Bath Houses
For A Couple
Of Weeks.
That Would Play Hell
With Business.
Lance Is Dead.
I Don't Think
There's Much
More Any Of Us
Can Do To Him.
I Gave Him
His Tennis Lessons.
I Paid For Them.
Oh, That Was Nice.
So Lance Was
One Of Your Boys?
Yes, Years Ago,
When He Was Younger.
Oh, You Mean,
Like About 16?
You Never
Understood Us, Sergeant.
You've Got All Your
Bourgeois Calvinistic
Supremacy Hang-Ups.
I Don't Need
A Sermon From You.
You Sell
15-Year-Old Boys
To Wealthy Old Men
For Money.
That Doesn't Make You
A Freedom Fighter,
Just A Pimp.
In God's Eyes,
We're All Equal.
I'll Bet You The Boss
Sees It Real Different.
Are You
Through With Me,
Sergeant Mccall?
For A While, Anyway.
That's The Missing Piece,
Isn't It? Lance Is Gay.
I'll Bet You
Commissioner Crenshaw
Is Gay.
He And Lance
Were Having An Affair,
Mrs. Crenshaw Hired
Manny Roth To Follow
The Commissioner,
And He Got Some Nice,
Juicy Shots On Him.
Mrs. Crenshaw
Files For Divorce,
Is Going To Name
Lance Corespondent,
The Commissioner's Life--
He's Financially And
Socially Ruined,
So He And Lance
Kill Mrs. Crenshaw.
And Manny Roth, In
Pure Slime-City Fashion,
Makes An Extra
Set Of Prints,
And He's Got
A Blackmail Scheme.
Yeah, It Works For Me,
But It's Only Circumstantial.
Boy, I'd Sure Like To Have
A Set Of Those Photographs.
I Tell You, I Feel
Sorry For The Guy.
Yeah.
Which One,
Lance Or The Commissioner?
Lance. To Come To L.A.
Looking For Glitter
And Some Slut
Like Mark Leyland
Gets Ahold Of Him,
He Corrupts Him,
And Then It's Just
One Slippery Slide
From Here To There.
You Can't Change
What's In People, Dee Dee.
I Just Get Tired Of
Throwing Garbage Out
Into The Wind
And Watching It
Blow Back.
I've Got A Theory
About That.
See, There's
This Little Hole Up Here,
And If You Shovel It
Just Right,
You'll Get One Or Two Pieces
To Drop Down Into It
And Stay Down.
And That's What We're
Trying To Do, Isn't It,
Get Those One Or Two
Pieces To Stay Down?
I'd Sure Like
To Get Mark Leyland.
Ah, He's
Pretty Smart.
Well, I'll Tell You What.
Let's Throw
This Little Spitball
Back At The Commissioner
And See What Happens, Huh?
Works For Me.
You Missed
Lance's Funeral,
Commissioner.
Get Off My Car!
It Was A Pretty
Nice Service, Too,
If You Can Get Past
All The Male Hustlers,
Pimps,
And Chicken Hawks.
I Don't Know What
You're Talking About!
Oh, Come On,
Commissioner,
It's The 1980S.
It's Time To Accept
Your Feelings,
Come To Terms
With What They Are.
Morals Are Changing
And So Is The Law.
There's Nothing
To Be Afraid Of Or
Ashamed Of Anymore.
I Think You Should
Have Faced It And
Dealt With It,
Instead Of
Killing Your Wife
To Hide It.
Leave Me Alone!
Just Leave Me
The Hell Alone!
I've Got People
I Can Call!
You Can't
Do This To Me!
You Simply Cannot!
Sure, We Can.
I Think This Guy's
Coming Unwrapped.
I'll Watch Him,
You Take Manny.
You Know, I Kinda
Feel Funny About This.
I Still Can't Forget
Connie Crenshaw.
Yeah. She's
In The Ground,
And All She Tried
To Do Was Get Out
Of A Bad Marriage.
Yeah. I'll Be
On Channel 70.
Right.
Captain Cain, Please.
Hiya, Boys.
You're Under Arrest, Hunter,
Obstruction Of Justice.
Obstruction Of Justice?
Cain Says To Charge You
With It Until He Can Come
Up With Something Better.
You Packing, Sergeant?
Yeah.
I'd Like The Gun,
Please.
I'll Have
To Cuff You.
Well, I--I Guess
I Underestimated Him.
Commissioner:
I Tell You, They Know
Absolutely All Of It.
Now, I've Got
To Have Those Pictures.
I Have To Know
That They're Destroyed.
You Been To The Bank?
You Got The Money?
I've Got It,
But I Cannot Just Buy
One Picture At A Time.
I've Got
To Destroy Them All.
I Tell You What, Bring
The Money And We'll See.
Maybe I'll Have
A Change Of Heart.
And, Commissioner,
I Got Friends
Who Love Me
And Who Will
Open An Envelope
And Send It To The D.A.
If I Don't Come Home
To Dinner.
You Try One More Stunt
Like You Did With Pretty Boy,
I'll Triple The Price,
And I'll Sink You, Man.
I'll Be Alone.
Where?
All Right,
There's A Warehouse
At 2200 Broadview.
It Belongs
To My Cousin.
You Go Out There
Right Now And Wait.
I Took You Off The Case.
I Suspended You.
I've Got The Motive.
I've Got
The Missing Piece.
You Disobey Every
Direct Order I Give You.
I'm A Cop.
What Do You
Think I Am?
Oh, You're
A Politician.
I'm A--I'm--
What Did You Call Me?
You Heard Me.
I'm Sorry, Rick.
I Was In Court.
I Got Here
As Soon As I Could.
What Is It This Time?
Well, I Was Minding
My Own Business,
Listening
To The Radio,
And Cain Rolls
2 Black And Whites
And Has Me Arrested.
After I Gave You
A Direct Order
To Close This Case.
You Disobeyed
My Direct Order.
I'm Not Under
Your Command, Sir, You
Suspended Me, Remember?
What's The Charge
Against My Client,
Just For The Record?
Obstructing Justice.
Come On, Captain.
If You Closed The Case,
There's Nothing To Obstruct.
Damn Straight.
I Don't Like Being
Threatened By Attorneys.
Captain, What You Like
Or Don't Like
Interests Me
Not In The Least.
Now, If You Try And Lay
A Specious Charge
On My Client,
I Will Have You In Court
So Fast You'll Think
I Did It With Mirrors.
Go Get 'Em, Gail.
Hey, Hunter...
Don't Make Things Any Worse.
Just Be Quiet.
Here Are Some Precedents
In Obstructing Justice
Cases In This State:
Lyle Vs. Long Beach P.D.,
Samamon Vs. The San Diego
District Attorney,
The Krupp/Mitchell Defense,
It's Circled In Red.
It's Kind Of
Heavy Reading,
But The Decision
Is A Monster.
So Here We Are, Captain,
The Old Fish-Or-Cut-Bait
Moment.
Pick A Strategy.
Get Out Of Here, Hunter.
I Set Your Trial Board
For Tuesday.
You And Mccall
Will Be Heard Together.
Hunter, There's Got
To Be An Easier Way.
Thanks For Blowing Him
Back For Me.
God Bless The Good
Old Krupp/Mitchell
Decision.
I Never Heard Of It.
I Made It Up.
He Looked Like
He Was Teetering.
Krupp Is My Butcher,
Mitchell Runs
The Produce Counter.
You're My Kind
Of Lady Lawyer.
Thanks.
[Starts Engine]
Mccall: Hunter,
This Is Mccall,
Channel 70.
Hunter, This Is
Mccall, Channel 70.
There's
A Situation Brewing.
Mccall, This Is Hunter.
Where Are You?
Get A Move On, Hunter,
It's Going Down.
You're Close.
I'm At A Warehouse
At 2200 Broadview.
I'm Going In.
I'm On My Way.
[Siren]
You Have
The Pictures?
You Came Prepared,
I See.
Look, We're
Both Tough Guys.
If I Die, You Fry,
So Don't Get Any Ideas.
Commissioner: How Do
I Know You Didn't
Make Copies?
Manny: Well--Ha Ha--
That's Always A Tough One
To Answer, Larry.
I Guess If I Call You
In A Month And Ask
For More Money,
You'll Know
I Made Another Set.
And If I
Don't Call You,
You'll Know I Didn't.
I Don't Believe
There Is Any Letter.
I Think You're Working
Strictly By Yourself.
So I Think I'm
Gonna Take A Chance
And Call Your Bluff.
Larry.
I'm Gonna
Finish You.
I Don't Need
To Live Like This.
Freeze! Police!
[Siren]
[Gunshot]
Who's Shooting
At Whom?
I Think
It's A Free-For-All.
Works For Me.
Aah! Aah!
I Give Up!
Don't--Don't--Don't
Shoot! Don't Shoot!
Then Turn Around.
Hi.
I Can Give You Money,
Lots Of It.
Nobody Will Ever Know.
This Is Corny,
And I Even Feel
Stupid Saying It,
But I'd Know,
Commissioner.
Besides, The Best Things
In Life Are Free,
Commissioner...
Or Are They?
I've Canceled
The Trial Board,
I've Had You Reinstated,
Including Back Pay.
Thank You, Captain.
We're Never Going To Be
Eating Off The Same Plate
'Cause We Don't See
The Job The Same Way.
Look, Captain, You Know,
I Was Thinking--
I Am Talking!
You Want To Shut Up?
What I'm
Trying To Say Is
I Was Wrong
About This Case,
But I Was Not Wrong
About You Two.
You Got Lucky And
You Saved Your Butts,
But That Doesn't
Change Anything.
[Intercom Buzzes]
Yeah? He Did?
I'll Be Right There.
That Was The Big Chief.
I Gotta Get Upstairs.
Should We Clear Watch,
Captain?
Yeah, Yeah,
Fine, Fine.
Ortega: You Got
The Call. You Take It.
I'm Not Going Over There.
That Joint's
A Sewer, Man.
I Didn't Get
The Call, Ortega.
You Were Sitting
At Hunter's Desk,
And It Was
Transferred To You.
Ok, Then,
Hunter's Got The Call.
Hey, Hunter, You're Up.
Hey, Listen,
I Don't Want To Sound
Like I'm Ducking Or Anything,
But Every Time
I Used To Work Vice,
I Got The Heebie-Jeebies
When I Went Over
To That Place.
What's The Problem,
Ortega?
We Got Another Grounder.
Mark Leyland, The Guy
Who Runs These Bath Houses,
He Shot
One Of His Clients,
A Fight Over One Of Those Boys
That Work Over There.
The Blues Don't Want It
On Their Desk.
They Want A Homicide Dick
Over There On The Double.
I Don't Believe This.
The Timing Is Perfect.
This Is Too Good
To Be True.
Don't Worry About It,
Guys. We'll Take It.
No Job Is Too Scummy
And All That.
We're Here To Serve
This Community.
You Want This Grounder?
Hunter: Mm-Hmm.
Ok, This Time
We Do It Right.
We Observe
Every Technicality,
We Read Leyland His Rights,
I'll Bring The Shovel.
What The Hell
Are You Talking About?
See, We Shovel
Garbage, Tony.
See, There's This
Little Hole Out There.
If You Shovel It
Just Right,
Leyland Is Gonna Drop
Right Down In That Hole.
Works For Me.
Those Two Guys Are Weird.
No. That's
Just The Head Hunter
And The Brass Cupcake,
And They Make
Their Own Kind Of Music.
This Is L-56,
Hunter And Mccall,
Midwatch Clear.
Dispatcher: L-56,
Midwatch Clear.
Killed His Old Lady.
Whoever Gets This Case
Is Ruined.
Good Luck,
Good Hunting,
And Good-Bye.
Well, Look On
The Bright Side, Mccall.
There Is No
Bright Side, Buster.
What Are You So Afraid Of,
Commissioner?
I've Got People
I Can Call.
The Two Of You Are Up
On The Trial Board.
You Are Both Suspended
Without Pay.
Well, Let's
Do It Anyway.
I'll Have
To Cuff You.
Now The Fun Begins.
Works For Me.
There We Go.
Ok.
Here You Go. One More.
Come To The Net.
That's Good.
Bend Your Knees More.
That's Good.
That's It. That's It.
That's Much Better.
Heads Up.
Take Shorter Steps.
You're Looking Sloppy
Out Here.
Your Feet Are Dragging
All--That's It.
That's It. Good.
Nice, Easy Stroke.
That's It.
Larry, Could You
Move Your Car, Please?
The Keys Are Already
In It, Honey.
Just Pull It On Over,
Will You?
You're Not Con--
Here, Take This.
You're Not
Concentrating.
Yeah, Yeah. I Got It.
Look, We Got Handed
A Red-Hot Grounder, Man.
And The Officer
Who Gets This One
Is Gonna Be Grilled
And Grilled.
Come On, Smitty,
It Can't Be That Bad.
Well, The Commissioner's
Wife Just Got Exploded
In The Commissioner's
Car.
I Won't Make My Pension.
I Got 3 Official 6-0-8
Complaints Last Year.
You Think Maybe
The Commissioner Did Her In?
Now, Don't Take This
Personally, Sir,
Mr. Commissioner,
But, Uh,
Where Were You When
Your Wife Got Gonzoed?
Whoever Gets This Case
Is Ruined.
[Singing]
Good Morning.
Where Is Everybody?
Last Time I Saw It
Like This
The Mayor's Kid Sister
Had Disappeared.
Oh, No.
We Got A Career
Breaker Here?
Yeah. Commissioner Crenshaw
Killed His Old Lady.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
Wait, Ortega,
We Don't Know That.
Now, You Know, It Could
Have Been Somebody Else.
Could Have Been
The Butler...
Or Something.
Wow. In 68%
Of All The Homicides
Involving A Husband
And A Wife,
It's The Spouse
Who Committed The Crime.
Now, We Got A 68% Chance
That The Commissioner
Whacked His Old Lady.
If I Get This Case,
It's Over.
I Mean, No One Officer
Should Get Stuck
With 2 Career Breakers
In One Year.
Yeah. Yeah.
I Wonder Who
Cain's Gonna Give It To.
[Door Opens]
Hunter.
I've Got Something
Neat For You.
The Crenshaw Case.
[Cheering]
I Know You And Mccall
Will Conduct
An Absolutely Scrupulous
Investigation
Of This Homicide.
Good Luck, Good Hunting,
And Good-Bye.
[Toilet Flushes]
Well, At Least
I'm In The Right Room.
Mccall, We Got It.
You Can Come Out Now,
Girls, It's Safe.
Why Didn't You
Hide, Hunter?
I Was In The Men's Room.
What'd You Want Me To Do,
Climb Up In A Vent?
I'm Too Big.
Hey, Hunter.
Can I Have Your Desk
And Your Locker?
[Laughter]
There's No Way Out
On This One, Hunter.
Cain's Finally Managed
To Pull Our Plug.
Well, Look On
The Bright Side, Mccall.
There Is
No Bright Side, Buster.
I've Met
Commissioner Crenshaw.
He Took Me
To Lunch Once.
Oh, That Eases
My Mind Some.
Nice Guy, Is He?
I Hope.
It Was When I Made
Detective Grade.
The Purpose Of The Lunch
Was To Find Out
How I Liked
Being A Lady Cop.
And Then We Moved On
To The Wine Tasting
And The Heavy Breathing.
Oh, No. He Took
A Shot At You?
Well, It Has Been Known
To Happen, Hunter.
If He's A Player,
He Was Probably
Playing Around On His Wife.
She Found Out About It,
And He Decided
To Eliminate Her.
That's In
Your Detective's Manual
Under "Favorite Motives."
Hey, Chief--
Not Right Now, Please.
I Just Got Here.
I'll Have A Statement
For You Later.
[Car Horn Honks]
Hey, Sergeant--
No Comment.
Nothing.
Do You Have Any Suspects
At This Time?
No, No, No. Nothing.
No, No, No, No.
I Wanted To See You
Before You Went In
To Talk To
Commissioner Crenshaw.
I Don't Want You
To Forget
The Man's Under A Great
Stress At The Moment.
I Don't Want You
To Add To That Stress.
Could--A Little Later,
Please. Please.
We May Have To Ask Him
Some Questions, Sir.
Can't That Wait?
No. I'm Afraid
It Can't.
Lady, Would You--
Would You Get This
Out Of My Face
Right Now?
Right Now!
Officer.
Officer, Move
These People Out.
Officer, Please. Could
You Clear Out This Area?
Later.
Connie And
Larry Crenshaw Are--
Were 2 Of
My Dearest Friends.
I Don't Have To Tell You
That I'm Gonna Be
Looking Into Every
Aspect Of This Case.
I'll Be Like A Shadow
Hanging Over Your Desk.
Well, I'll Try Not
To Let That Interfere
With The Way I Carry Out
My Investigation, Sir.
Sergeant, One Phone Call
And I Can Have You Doing
A Straight 8 On
A Foot Beat On Skid Row.
Larry...
These Officers Have To
Ask You A Few Questions.
I Hope You Don't Mind.
All Right.
We'll Go In
The Living Room,
Make This As Quick And
As Painless As Possible.
He's Pretty Upset.
What Happened
To His Hands?
Well, He Scorched 'Em
Pretty Bad
Trying To Get
The Burning Car Door Open.
Look, His Tennis Coach
Is Still Here.
His Name Is Lance Lane.
I Held Him For You.
Lance Lane?
Wait Till You See Him.
The Guy Looks
Like A Lance Lane.
He Was Here
When The Car Went Up.
It's A Mess.
I Don't Think
The Crime Lab's
Gonna Get Much
Of Anything.
Did You See Commissioner
Crenshaw's Hands?
Were They Badly Burned?
No. He Had Them Wrapped
When I Got Here.
It's Too Bad You Guys
Got This Grounder.
No Win, Huh?
I Was Getting Tired
Of Police Work Anyway.
Gonna Get A Fishing Boat
And Move To Florida.
Pick Up Girls.
Why Was She
Driving His Car?
Well, He Says
She Was Just Moving It
Out Of The Way
So She Could
Get Her Car Out.
He Was Down
Taking A Tennis Lesson
From Cutie Pie.
Commissioner Crenshaw,
I'm Sergeant Hunter,
This Is Sergeant Mccall.
I'm Very Sorry About
The Death Of Your Wife, Sir.
She Was Just Moving It.
My Car...
And Then Lance And I,
We...We Heard It.
I Mean, Things--
All The Things You Plan
As If Nothing Were
Ever Going To Happen.
We Were Planning
On Having Lunch
This Afternoon,
Then Going To
The Mayor's Party
Tonight.
And This Morning
We Were Just
Sitting There
Talking About Jill's
Graduation From Vassar.
And--
I'm Sorry.
I'm--I'm Rambling.
Well, Sergeant Mccall
Is Gonna
Ask You
Some Questions, Sir.
I Want You...
To Find Out...
Who Killed My Wife.
It Isn't, Uh,
Well, I Mean,
They Were After Me.
It Was My Car.
There'd
Been Threats.
You Had Threats
On Your Life?
Yes.
Mccall:
How Many? How Long Ago?
2. On Tuesday.
No. No, It Was
Wednesday Night.
About A Half
An Hour Apart.
Did You Report These Threats
On Your Life To Somebody?
No.
Why Not?
What In The Hell Is
That Supposed To Mean?
I'm Just Asking Why
When Threats Were Made
On Your Life
You Didn't Report It
To Somebody.
I Didn't Take Them
Seriously.
Larry, Are You
All Right?
I'm A Little Tired,
Yeah.
Look, Hunter,
Maybe You'd Like To Talk
To The Tennis Coach.
I'll Finish Up Here.
Commissioner,
Do You Remember Me?
Sure.
Well, I'm Afraid
I'm Not Sure. I--
I Meet So Many
Police Officers.
Yes, I'm, Uh,
I'm Calling About
Commissioner Crenshaw's
Tuxedo For Tonight.
Didn't He Rent One?
Yes.
No. My Mistake. Thanks.
You Mr. Lane?
Lance Lane.
Larry's Tennis Coach.
Did You See Anything?
No. I Was Giving
Mr. Crenshaw His Lesson.
You Mean Larry?
What?
Well, You Just
Called Him Larry.
Yeah, Larry.
I Was Giving Him
His Lesson And, Uh,
Connie Wanted
To Move His Car,
And The Keys Were In It.
Oh, How Do You
Know That?
He Told Her To Move It
Herself, The Keys Were In It.
We Were Having Our Lesson.
Do You Have Any Idea
Why The Commissioner
Parked His Car
Behind His Wife's
When He Could
Have Just As Easily
Put It In The Garage?
What Is This?
This Is A Homicide
Investigation, Lance.
Sometimes We Ask A Lot
Of Tiresome Questions.
Well, I Don't
Have Any Idea.
Look, Can I Go? I Got
Other People To Teach.
Well, You're Taking This
Pretty Hard, Aren't You?
Hang In There, Lance.
The Grief
Will Pass With Time.
I Hardly Knew Her.
Ok.
Leave Your Number
And Address
With The Officer
At The Gate.
Oh, Mr. Lane...
What's Your Real Name?
I Mean, Before
You Changed It?
I'm Sorry?
Well, Lance Lane
Sounds Like It Came Out
Of A Casting Directory.
Who Were You Before You
Changed It To Lance Lane?
Well, I--
I Can Print You
And Run It.
Cause Me A Lot Of Problems.
Get Me To Thinking And All.
Sometimes It's
Just Best To Cooperate.
I Was Born
Teddy Sheinbrew.
Ok.
See You Around.
Oh, Teddy...
Did You See Who Wrapped
The Commissioner's
Burned Hands?
I Think He Did It
Himself.
All Right.
I'm--Please, I Would
Like To Lie Down.
Uh, Sergeant Mccall,
That's Enough For Now.
There's No Reason
This Can't Be
Postponed Till Later.
Excuse Me.
I Got Some Ointment
From The Doctor
Outside.
Let Me Take A Look
At Those Hands,
Commissioner.
[Sighs] Kenny, Can You
Please Make This End?
I'm Feeling
A Little Ill.
Certainly.
Sergeant Hunter,
Sergeant Mccall,
Would You Please
Come Outside
With Me?
I Understand You Left
The Keys To Your Car
In The Ignition.
Is That Something
You Usually Do,
Commissioner?
Perhaps You Didn't
Hear Me, Sergeant.
I Heard You.
It's Just That I'm On
Kind Of A Roll Right Now.
You Get Outside
Right Now, Sergeant!
Don't Make Me
Say It Again.
Kicked Out Of Port.
I Got A Chance
To Take His Hand
And Squeeze It
Slightly.
No Flinch.
So I Don't Think
He Was Burned
Too Badly.
Want My Cop's Hunch?
Think He Did It?
Why Would A Guy
Leave The Keys In His Car
And The Car Parked Where
It Would Have To Be Moved
When It Would Be
Just As Easy
To Put The Car
In The Garage?
I Don't Know.
That's Pretty Thin.
I Got Another Piece That's
A Little Bit More Solid.
He Had A Black Tie Dinner
To Go To Tonight.
There Was No Tuxedo
In His Closet.
So I Called The Tux Shop
That's Listed
In His Telephone Book.
He Didn't Rent One.
So, He Knew She Was
Going To Be Dead.
Why Would He
Go To A Party?
Why Would He Bother
To Rent A Tux?
Bingo.
I Thought You Said Lance
Claimed He Hardly Knew Her.
Right.
Well, If You Go Back
In Her Calendar,
She Was Taking A Tennis Lesson
From Him Every Friday.
Looks Like Our Friend
Lance Lane
Made A Little Boo-Boo.
I Guess
The Sexual Revolution
Hasn't Made It To
That Table Over There Yet.
I Like Your Purse,
Big Fella.
What Do You Got
In That Checkbook?
Oh, Mostly Checks Made
Out To Cash, The Market,
Stuff Like That.
There Are 3 Large Amounts
Made Out To A Manny Roth,
Though.
2 For 500, 1 For 1,000.
Could Be Worth Checking Out.
She Was Headed To 25277
Wilshire Boulevard.
Want To Hit
That Place First?
Yeah, Might As Well.
My Purse!
My Purse!
He Stole My Purse!
How Do They Expect Me
To Pay For My Lunch?
25277 Wilshire Boulevard
Is A Lawyer's Office.
Lawyers.
Maybe They Were Going
To Do Her Taxes.
Both: Or Her Divorce.
We'll Never Get Anything
Out Of Her Attorney
Unless We Get Creative.
Like, Uh...
Like, Uh, Hey...
[New York Accent]
I Work Over At The, Uh,
The Hancock Drug
Counter, You Know,
It's Across The Street
From, Like, Uh,
Commissioner's Office,
See...
And, Like, I'm All
The Time Seeing, Um,
Mr. Crenshaw Come
In There With This, Uh,
Blonde With The Split
Ends, Ya Know?
So I Says To Mrs.
Crenshaw, Hey, Honey,
I Think
That This Mr. C.'S
Been Messing Around
On You, Ya Know?
So, Anyway, Like I Says
To Mrs. Crenshaw,
Look, Honey, It's Fine.
I'll Come Down
And, You Know,
Make A Statement
Or Something,
Whatever You Want,
It's No Problem.
We're Not Working
On The Crenshaw
Divorce Action Any Longer
[Softly]
Because Mrs. Crenshaw Was
Killed Earlier This Morning.
It Was On The Radio.
Ain't Life
A Peach Pit.
Just What The Hell
Is Going On Here?
Uh, Mrs. Crenshaw
Asked This Woman
To Come In
And Be Deposed
On The Divorce Case.
I Just Told Her About
Mrs. Crenshaw's Death.
I Demand To See
Your Identification.
I'm Real Hungry, Ace.
And I'm Sure You're Gonna
Stop All This Demanding
Unless You Plan On
Growing 5 Or 6 Inches
In The Next
2 Or 3 Seconds.
Come On, Cel, Honey, These
Aren't Very Nice People.
No Kidding.
Let Me Get My Purse.
So The Loving Couple
Was Getting A Divorce, Huh?
The Commissioner Sort
Of Forgot To Tell Us That
This Morning
When We Were Over There.
Yeah, Well, Maybe He Was
Just A Little Too Upset.
Yeah, Perhaps.
Tell You What.
I Think We Ought
To Find Out
What All These
Checks To Manny Roth
Are For.
Yeah, It's Either That
Or Early Retirement.
Huh.
Manny Roth.
I Remember This Guy.
He Was An Accounts
Receivable Specialist
For Bad Bob Austin.
The Loan Shark?
Yeah. He Used
To Make Cash Register
With A Baseball Bat.
He Once Killed A Guy
Collecting A $100 Loan.
He's Not Gonna Be
Easy To Talk To.
He Lacks
A Cooperative Spirit.
How About A Little
Good Cop, Bad Cop?
I'll Be The Bad Cop.
I've Had 5 Partners,
And Every Time We Play
Good Cop, Bad Cop,
I Was The Bad Cop.
That's Sort Of My Thing.
I Do A Great Bad Cop.
You Mean You Used To Do
A Great Bad Cop.
This Time You're
Gonna Do The Good Cop.
The Hell I Am.
The Hell You Aren't.
[Rings Bells]
[Chuckles]
Don't Tell Me.
You Two Are A Couple
Of Oinkers From Downtown.
I Ain't Done Nothing.
So Shove Off.
Let's Get Something Straight
Right Now, Manny.
I Haven't Got
Any Sense Of Humor.
I Live To Hassle
Bums Like You.
You Want Some Trouble
From Me?
I'll Park Outside This
Little Rat Hole Of Yours,
And I'll Start
Spending Your Cash.
I Will Write You Up
On Fire Regs, Access Codes--
You Name It,
I'm Gonna Find It.
Calm Down, Mccall.
Well, Where Does
This Bag Of Wind Get Off
Calling Us Oinkers, Huh?
I Think We Ought To Cut
This Ball Of Slime
Down To Size.
You'll Have To Excuse
My Partner.
She's Had A Tough Week.
We're Here To Check Up
On A Client Of Yours,
Mrs. Crenshaw.
Uh, Dee Dee, Could I
Have A Few Minutes Here?
Would You Wait For Me
In The Unit, Please?
That's Real Cute,
The Way You Two Do This.
I Don't Talk To Pigs.
Now, Get Out Of Here
Before I Call My Attorney.
I Don't Think
You Scared Him.
Want To Trade?
I'm Not Through Yet.
I Told You
To Get Out Of Here.
I Said
Get Out Of Here!
I'm The Best Friend
You've Got In This Room.
So Maybe You'd
Better Talk To Me.
Are You Insane?
That's A Possibility.
Now, Mrs. Crenshaw Hired
You To Do Something.
Why Don't You
Start From There?
She's Had Her 2 Practice
Swings, Manny.
Now She's Gonna
Try It Out On You.
That Used To Be
Your Specialty,
Didn't It, Manny?
Busting Guys
With That Thing?
Just Let Me Go,
Will Ya?
Just Let Me Go.
Now, Mrs. Crenshaw
Hired You
To Follow
The Commissioner, Right?
Because She Thought
He Was Having An Affair?
She Didn't Want
Her Husband Followed.
She Wanted Me To Follow
His Tennis Coach.
Why?
She Told Me She Was
Having An Affair With Him.
Tennis Coach
Was In Love With Her,
She Tried To Break It Off,
The Guy Goes All Nuts.
Starts Saying He's Gonna
Kill Her Husband.
Go On.
I Followed The Guy
For A Few Weeks.
Seemed To Calm Down Ok.
That Was That.
Mrs. Crenshaw Was Killed
This Morning, Manny.
That Makes This
A Homicide
Investigation.
And As The 2 Oinkers
On This Case,
You Try To Leave Town
And We're Gonna Do
The Ham Hock Polka
On Top Of Your Head.
It's The Truth,
I Swear It.
Manny, If You Get That
Urge To Leave Town...
Fight It Real Hard, Ok?
So What
Do You Want To Do?
We Got 2 Choices.
We Can Stake Out
Our Beloved Commissioner--
Bad Career Move,
But Maybe The Right One.
Or We Can
Sit On Lance Lane
And See What He's Doing
When He's Not Serving Up
Those Furry Little
White Balls To People
In Tailored Shorts.
Well, If
We Decide To Let
The Commissioner Drift
And Camp Out On Lance,
Would That Make Us
Chicken-Hearted
Scaredy Cats?
Yeah.
But Let's
Do It Anyway.
Hey. Lance
Is Leaving.
Boy, Here's A Piece
Of Luck, Hunter.
Your Car Is Gonna Fit
Right In Here.
[Car Approaches]
There's My Boy.
I Do Have Something
For You.
You Have
Something For Me?
The First Payment,
Huh?
Manny.
Halt! Police!
[Gunshots]
I Want My Attorney Now!
Shut Up!
Do You Know
What's Going On
Around Here?
I'm Lost.
I Admit It.
Cain: You Don't Seem
To Get The Point, Hunter.
I Don't Care What
You And Mccall Think.
The Case Is Closed,
The Killer Is Dead,
And All The Pieces Fit.
No, They Don't.
It Just Doesn't
Quite Track For Me.
Well, It Tracks
For Me.
Lance Lane Was
Jealous Of Connie.
He Wanted To Marry Her,
And He Planned To Get Rid
Of Her Husband.
So He Tried To Kill
The Commissioner, And
He Got Connie By Mistake.
Manny Roth Confirms It.
He Is Giving His Statement
Right Now.
Well, We Think
Manny's Lying.
I Said It Tracks
For Me, Hunter.
Then What Was Manny
Doing In A Junkyard
Handing An Envelope
Over To Lance?
It Looked Like He
Expected A Payoff,
Maybe Blackmail.
But Then Lance Tries
To Kill Manny. Why?
What Did Manny
Have On Lance?
Manny Roth Says
There Was No Envelope,
You Two Say There Was.
So Where Is It?
Lance And It Burned
Up In The Junkyard.
Oh, Excuse Me
All To Hell.
Lance And The Envelope
Burned Up. That's Great.
Don't Close The Case,
Captain. Leave It Open.
Commissioner Crenshaw
Wants It Closed.
So Tell Him
To Sit On His Hat.
This Is Our Case.
Commissioner Crenshaw
Killed His Wife...
Now, You Listen, Hunter--
Because She Was Running
Around With Lance Lane.
He Put The Dynamite
Underneath The Hood
Of His Own Car,
Parked His Car
Where His Wife
Would Have To Move It.
Why?
Because She Was
Getting A Divorce.
Says Who?
She Was Seeing
A Divorce Attorney
By The Name Of Shriver.
We Can Subpoena
His Files.
You'll Never Get That Paper
Through The System.
There's Not A Judge
In This Town That
Will Sign That Subpoena.
Attorney/Client Files
Are Privileged Information.
It's A Community
Property Estate.
If She Divorces Him,
She Gets Half
His Net Worth.
Now,
I Ran It Through
Dunn &Amp; Bradstreet.
He's Worth
$20 Million.
I Think
10 Million Bucks Is
Pretty Good Motive.
Ok, So If
Commissioner Crenshaw
Killed His Wife
Like You Two Say He Did,
Why Was Manny Roth
Blackmailing Lance,
Who Hasn't Got
20 Million Bucks?
Seems To Me Manny Roth
Would Be Blackmailing
Commissioner Crenshaw.
You Got A Way
To Explain That?
You're Right. It Doesn't
Seem To Make Any Sense.
This Case
Is Off The Sheet.
Lance Lane Did The Murder,
Lance Lane Is Dead,
We Move On.
You Got That?
Are You
Quite Clear On That?
Yeah.
Well, I Hear
You Two Did Some
Fine Police Work.
I--I Just Can't
Believe That Lance
Tried To Kill Me.
Neither Can We.
Uh, Excuse Me.
Excuse Me.
I Thought That, Uh--
I--I Thought That,
Well, Lance
Did Kill My Wife.
I Thought
The Case Was Closed.
That's Just 'Cause
You Had The Juice To Get
It Closed, Commissioner.
We Both Know
Who Killed Your Wife.
It Wasn't Lance.
What Exactly
Are You Insinuating?
We Got Questions,
Lots Of 'Em,
Like, Uh, Why Didn't
You Rent A Tuxedo
For The Mayor's Party?
What?
You Had A Black-Tie
Dinner To Go To
And You Didn't
Rent A Tuxedo,
And That's Because
You Knew Your Wife
Was Gonna Be Dead.
And A Man Doesn't Go
To A Black-Tie Dinner
On The Night His Wife
Has Been Murdered.
Are You Out Of
Your Mind, Sergeant?
I Resent This Entire
Conversation.
What Are You So Afraid
Of, Commissioner?
That Is It!
The Two Of You Are
Up On A Trial Board.
You're Both Suspended
Without Pay.
Leave Your Shields
And Your Weapons With
The Watch Commander.
You Know, Captain,
You're
Always Talking
About The System,
How Impartial It Is.
Well, This Scumball
Blew His Wife
Halfway To Tarzana.
And Just Because
He's The Mayor's
Tennis Partner
Or Some Damn Thing,
We Have To Back Off.
Forget It, Hunter,
You're Wasting Your Breath.
Oh, There's A Piece
Of Good News,
Not Burned At All.
Nice Working With You.
[Applause And Cheering]
Get Back To Work!
Get Back To Work!
I Fed The Cops
A Phony Story.
Told Them Your Old Lady
Hired Me To Follow Lance
Because She Was
Afraid He Was Jealous
And He Might Kill You.
Kept The Heat Off Of You,
Mr. Big Shot.
You Had Your Boy
Try To Kill Me.
Oh, I Don't
Have To Sit Here And
Put Up With All This.
Hey.
Magoo, This Is
A Whole New Game.
It Don't Make No Difference
That Lance Is Dead.
You And Him
Killed Your Wife,
And I've Got The Pictures
That Tell Why.
We'll Settle Up
In Payments...
100,000 A Month.
I'll Call You,
Let You Know How And When.
I'm Not Gonna Let You
Pressure Me Forever.
I Want The Negatives.
[Chuckles]
See, Blackmail's An Art.
It's An Art, Like...
Chinese Water Painting.
Sure, You Squeeze Too Hard,
You Kill The Patient.
But I'm Very Good.
I Squeeze Just Hard Enough
So You'd
Always Rather Pay
Than Face The Heat.
I'll Go To The Police.
I'll Confess.
Wanna Bet?
Uh...His Wife Owed Me
For The Last 2 Weeks.
He's Gonna Pay Me Later.
Oh, And You Had To Meet
In The Bottom Of The Garage
To Discuss That, Huh?
Yeah.
You Got That Part
Real Solid, Honey.
Get Used To It.
We're Going
Wherever You Go,
Taking Pictures,
And Writing It Down.
We'll Send You Copies
If They Come Out.
You Two Are Suspended.
Oh, I Know,
But We Love This City,
And We Hate Injustice.
So This Was On The House.
Shall We
Follow Him?
No. I Think
He's Gonna Go Home
And Try To Figure
Out What To Do Next.
Lance's Funeral
Is Today. I Think
We Should Go.
Why?
Well, You're Known
By The Company You Keep.
I Think We Can
Find Out About Lance.
Let's Go.
Mccall: Isn't That
Mark Leyland?
Well, Well, If It
Isn't The Prince Of
The Chicken Hawks.
Probably Here To
Spit On The Coffin.
Let Me Handle This.
Mark?
Well, What
Do We Have Here,
Ratwoman And Her
Drooling Companion
Ratfink.
I Didn't Know That Lance
Was One Of Your Boys.
I Don't Talk To Cops.
Hey, Look, I Can
Arrange To Have
A Black And White
Parked Outside
One Of Your Little
Bath Houses
For A Couple
Of Weeks.
That Would Play Hell
With Business.
Lance Is Dead.
I Don't Think
There's Much
More Any Of Us
Can Do To Him.
I Gave Him
His Tennis Lessons.
I Paid For Them.
Oh, That Was Nice.
So Lance Was
One Of Your Boys?
Yes, Years Ago,
When He Was Younger.
Oh, You Mean,
Like About 16?
You Never
Understood Us, Sergeant.
You've Got All Your
Bourgeois Calvinistic
Supremacy Hang-Ups.
I Don't Need
A Sermon From You.
You Sell
15-Year-Old Boys
To Wealthy Old Men
For Money.
That Doesn't Make You
A Freedom Fighter,
Just A Pimp.
In God's Eyes,
We're All Equal.
I'll Bet You The Boss
Sees It Real Different.
Are You
Through With Me,
Sergeant Mccall?
For A While, Anyway.
That's The Missing Piece,
Isn't It? Lance Is Gay.
I'll Bet You
Commissioner Crenshaw
Is Gay.
He And Lance
Were Having An Affair,
Mrs. Crenshaw Hired
Manny Roth To Follow
The Commissioner,
And He Got Some Nice,
Juicy Shots On Him.
Mrs. Crenshaw
Files For Divorce,
Is Going To Name
Lance Corespondent,
The Commissioner's Life--
He's Financially And
Socially Ruined,
So He And Lance
Kill Mrs. Crenshaw.
And Manny Roth, In
Pure Slime-City Fashion,
Makes An Extra
Set Of Prints,
And He's Got
A Blackmail Scheme.
Yeah, It Works For Me,
But It's Only Circumstantial.
Boy, I'd Sure Like To Have
A Set Of Those Photographs.
I Tell You, I Feel
Sorry For The Guy.
Yeah.
Which One,
Lance Or The Commissioner?
Lance. To Come To L.A.
Looking For Glitter
And Some Slut
Like Mark Leyland
Gets Ahold Of Him,
He Corrupts Him,
And Then It's Just
One Slippery Slide
From Here To There.
You Can't Change
What's In People, Dee Dee.
I Just Get Tired Of
Throwing Garbage Out
Into The Wind
And Watching It
Blow Back.
I've Got A Theory
About That.
See, There's
This Little Hole Up Here,
And If You Shovel It
Just Right,
You'll Get One Or Two Pieces
To Drop Down Into It
And Stay Down.
And That's What We're
Trying To Do, Isn't It,
Get Those One Or Two
Pieces To Stay Down?
I'd Sure Like
To Get Mark Leyland.
Ah, He's
Pretty Smart.
Well, I'll Tell You What.
Let's Throw
This Little Spitball
Back At The Commissioner
And See What Happens, Huh?
Works For Me.
You Missed
Lance's Funeral,
Commissioner.
Get Off My Car!
It Was A Pretty
Nice Service, Too,
If You Can Get Past
All The Male Hustlers,
Pimps,
And Chicken Hawks.
I Don't Know What
You're Talking About!
Oh, Come On,
Commissioner,
It's The 1980S.
It's Time To Accept
Your Feelings,
Come To Terms
With What They Are.
Morals Are Changing
And So Is The Law.
There's Nothing
To Be Afraid Of Or
Ashamed Of Anymore.
I Think You Should
Have Faced It And
Dealt With It,
Instead Of
Killing Your Wife
To Hide It.
Leave Me Alone!
Just Leave Me
The Hell Alone!
I've Got People
I Can Call!
You Can't
Do This To Me!
You Simply Cannot!
Sure, We Can.
I Think This Guy's
Coming Unwrapped.
I'll Watch Him,
You Take Manny.
You Know, I Kinda
Feel Funny About This.
I Still Can't Forget
Connie Crenshaw.
Yeah. She's
In The Ground,
And All She Tried
To Do Was Get Out
Of A Bad Marriage.
Yeah. I'll Be
On Channel 70.
Right.
Captain Cain, Please.
Hiya, Boys.
You're Under Arrest, Hunter,
Obstruction Of Justice.
Obstruction Of Justice?
Cain Says To Charge You
With It Until He Can Come
Up With Something Better.
You Packing, Sergeant?
Yeah.
I'd Like The Gun,
Please.
I'll Have
To Cuff You.
Well, I--I Guess
I Underestimated Him.
Commissioner:
I Tell You, They Know
Absolutely All Of It.
Now, I've Got
To Have Those Pictures.
I Have To Know
That They're Destroyed.
You Been To The Bank?
You Got The Money?
I've Got It,
But I Cannot Just Buy
One Picture At A Time.
I've Got
To Destroy Them All.
I Tell You What, Bring
The Money And We'll See.
Maybe I'll Have
A Change Of Heart.
And, Commissioner,
I Got Friends
Who Love Me
And Who Will
Open An Envelope
And Send It To The D.A.
If I Don't Come Home
To Dinner.
You Try One More Stunt
Like You Did With Pretty Boy,
I'll Triple The Price,
And I'll Sink You, Man.
I'll Be Alone.
Where?
All Right,
There's A Warehouse
At 2200 Broadview.
It Belongs
To My Cousin.
You Go Out There
Right Now And Wait.
I Took You Off The Case.
I Suspended You.
I've Got The Motive.
I've Got
The Missing Piece.
You Disobey Every
Direct Order I Give You.
I'm A Cop.
What Do You
Think I Am?
Oh, You're
A Politician.
I'm A--I'm--
What Did You Call Me?
You Heard Me.
I'm Sorry, Rick.
I Was In Court.
I Got Here
As Soon As I Could.
What Is It This Time?
Well, I Was Minding
My Own Business,
Listening
To The Radio,
And Cain Rolls
2 Black And Whites
And Has Me Arrested.
After I Gave You
A Direct Order
To Close This Case.
You Disobeyed
My Direct Order.
I'm Not Under
Your Command, Sir, You
Suspended Me, Remember?
What's The Charge
Against My Client,
Just For The Record?
Obstructing Justice.
Come On, Captain.
If You Closed The Case,
There's Nothing To Obstruct.
Damn Straight.
I Don't Like Being
Threatened By Attorneys.
Captain, What You Like
Or Don't Like
Interests Me
Not In The Least.
Now, If You Try And Lay
A Specious Charge
On My Client,
I Will Have You In Court
So Fast You'll Think
I Did It With Mirrors.
Go Get 'Em, Gail.
Hey, Hunter...
Don't Make Things Any Worse.
Just Be Quiet.
Here Are Some Precedents
In Obstructing Justice
Cases In This State:
Lyle Vs. Long Beach P.D.,
Samamon Vs. The San Diego
District Attorney,
The Krupp/Mitchell Defense,
It's Circled In Red.
It's Kind Of
Heavy Reading,
But The Decision
Is A Monster.
So Here We Are, Captain,
The Old Fish-Or-Cut-Bait
Moment.
Pick A Strategy.
Get Out Of Here, Hunter.
I Set Your Trial Board
For Tuesday.
You And Mccall
Will Be Heard Together.
Hunter, There's Got
To Be An Easier Way.
Thanks For Blowing Him
Back For Me.
God Bless The Good
Old Krupp/Mitchell
Decision.
I Never Heard Of It.
I Made It Up.
He Looked Like
He Was Teetering.
Krupp Is My Butcher,
Mitchell Runs
The Produce Counter.
You're My Kind
Of Lady Lawyer.
Thanks.
[Starts Engine]
Mccall: Hunter,
This Is Mccall,
Channel 70.
Hunter, This Is
Mccall, Channel 70.
There's
A Situation Brewing.
Mccall, This Is Hunter.
Where Are You?
Get A Move On, Hunter,
It's Going Down.
You're Close.
I'm At A Warehouse
At 2200 Broadview.
I'm Going In.
I'm On My Way.
[Siren]
You Have
The Pictures?
You Came Prepared,
I See.
Look, We're
Both Tough Guys.
If I Die, You Fry,
So Don't Get Any Ideas.
Commissioner: How Do
I Know You Didn't
Make Copies?
Manny: Well--Ha Ha--
That's Always A Tough One
To Answer, Larry.
I Guess If I Call You
In A Month And Ask
For More Money,
You'll Know
I Made Another Set.
And If I
Don't Call You,
You'll Know I Didn't.
I Don't Believe
There Is Any Letter.
I Think You're Working
Strictly By Yourself.
So I Think I'm
Gonna Take A Chance
And Call Your Bluff.
Larry.
I'm Gonna
Finish You.
I Don't Need
To Live Like This.
Freeze! Police!
[Siren]
[Gunshot]
Who's Shooting
At Whom?
I Think
It's A Free-For-All.
Works For Me.
Aah! Aah!
I Give Up!
Don't--Don't--Don't
Shoot! Don't Shoot!
Then Turn Around.
Hi.
I Can Give You Money,
Lots Of It.
Nobody Will Ever Know.
This Is Corny,
And I Even Feel
Stupid Saying It,
But I'd Know,
Commissioner.
Besides, The Best Things
In Life Are Free,
Commissioner...
Or Are They?
I've Canceled
The Trial Board,
I've Had You Reinstated,
Including Back Pay.
Thank You, Captain.
We're Never Going To Be
Eating Off The Same Plate
'Cause We Don't See
The Job The Same Way.
Look, Captain, You Know,
I Was Thinking--
I Am Talking!
You Want To Shut Up?
What I'm
Trying To Say Is
I Was Wrong
About This Case,
But I Was Not Wrong
About You Two.
You Got Lucky And
You Saved Your Butts,
But That Doesn't
Change Anything.
[Intercom Buzzes]
Yeah? He Did?
I'll Be Right There.
That Was The Big Chief.
I Gotta Get Upstairs.
Should We Clear Watch,
Captain?
Yeah, Yeah,
Fine, Fine.
Ortega: You Got
The Call. You Take It.
I'm Not Going Over There.
That Joint's
A Sewer, Man.
I Didn't Get
The Call, Ortega.
You Were Sitting
At Hunter's Desk,
And It Was
Transferred To You.
Ok, Then,
Hunter's Got The Call.
Hey, Hunter, You're Up.
Hey, Listen,
I Don't Want To Sound
Like I'm Ducking Or Anything,
But Every Time
I Used To Work Vice,
I Got The Heebie-Jeebies
When I Went Over
To That Place.
What's The Problem,
Ortega?
We Got Another Grounder.
Mark Leyland, The Guy
Who Runs These Bath Houses,
He Shot
One Of His Clients,
A Fight Over One Of Those Boys
That Work Over There.
The Blues Don't Want It
On Their Desk.
They Want A Homicide Dick
Over There On The Double.
I Don't Believe This.
The Timing Is Perfect.
This Is Too Good
To Be True.
Don't Worry About It,
Guys. We'll Take It.
No Job Is Too Scummy
And All That.
We're Here To Serve
This Community.
You Want This Grounder?
Hunter: Mm-Hmm.
Ok, This Time
We Do It Right.
We Observe
Every Technicality,
We Read Leyland His Rights,
I'll Bring The Shovel.
What The Hell
Are You Talking About?
See, We Shovel
Garbage, Tony.
See, There's This
Little Hole Out There.
If You Shovel It
Just Right,
Leyland Is Gonna Drop
Right Down In That Hole.
Works For Me.
Those Two Guys Are Weird.
No. That's
Just The Head Hunter
And The Brass Cupcake,
And They Make
Their Own Kind Of Music.
This Is L-56,
Hunter And Mccall,
Midwatch Clear.
Dispatcher: L-56,
Midwatch Clear.