Hunter (1984–1991): Season 1, Episode 7 - Pen Pals - full transcript
Hunter does not receive a warm welcome when he is imprisoned over false allegations.
How Come Guys Like You
Always Get Out, Gatlen?
I Just Watched A Kid Turn
To Spit On The Sidewalk.
So Long As The Kid Died,
Gatlen Goes Free, Huh?
I Didn't Kill Gatlen.
I Knocked The Guy Into
A Plate Of Spaghetti.
I Have No Choice
But To Remand You
To The County Lockup.
Well, I Hear
You're Still Looking
For A New Partner.
Not Anymore, Bernie.
To The Start Of
A Wonderful Relationship.
So When Are They
Springing Me?
When You Leave Here,
It'll Be In Pieces.
I'm Buyin'.
We'll Go Someplace Real...
Cheap And Greasy.
What's The Matter?
Not Enough Grease?
I'm Not Depressed
And Angry.
All This Red Tape
And Antiquated Systems
Are Not Gonna Sit Well With Me
If Hunter Winds Up Dead.
No! Arch--
[Theme Music Playing]
It Works For Me.
[Siren Blaring]
[Jabbering Loudly]
[Screaming]
No! Move!
Leave Me Alone!
Aaah!
[Boy Screaming]
[Gasping]
No!
No!
No!
No!
"...An Ok Guy
For A Warden.
"Anyway, Take Care
Of Yourself, Ricky.
"Visit Your Mother.
All The Best,
Uncle Leo."
Did I Ever Meet
Uncle Leo?
Isn't He That Bookie?
He's A Flasher.
What?
A Flasher.
Trench Coat Artist.
On The Day He Was Arrested,
He Was Outside A Lingerie Shop
Announcing Bargains.
Ha Ha Ha!
With No Pants On?
Did A Hell Of A Business
That Day, Too.
Ha Ha Ha! Yeah,
I Bet They Did.
What's Over There?
I'm Sergeant Hunter.
This Is Sergeant Mccall.
What Happened Here?
Sergeant,
I'm So Glad You're Here.
I'm The Principal.
They Just Never Learn.
You Talk Till
You're Blue In The Face,
And It Doesn't Matter.
What,
He O.D. On Something?
The Kids Say That
He Just Smoked A Joint.
Maybe A Joint
Laced With Pcp.
Does Anybody
Here Know
Where This Kid
Buys His Dope?
Look, If Somebody's
Selling Bad Dope,
I Need A Name.
Well, Hunter, You Sure Do
Have A Way With Kids.
[Knock On Door]
[Knocking]
Look...
I'm Sorry,
But My Dad's At Work,
And I Can't Let Anyone In.
Maddy, We're
Police Officers.
We Want To Talk To You
About What Happened To Billy.
Here's Our Badges.
You Can Call The Precinct
If You Want.
Maddy, I'd Like--
Maddy, We Need To Know
Where Billy Got His Stuff.
Ohh!
Perfect.
He's Lying
In A Hospital Bed Dying,
And All You Care About
Is Making A Bust!
What We Care About
Is The Next Person
This Happens To.
Now, Look, Maddy,
You Don't Want
To Spend All Day
Crying Your Eyes Out
For Billy
And Then Go Back
To School Tomorrow
And See Another One
Of Your Friends...
Wind Up Crippled
Or Dead.
Oh, God.
Oh, Billy.
Maddy...
You Have To Let Us
Help You...
To Help Billy.
We Don't Need
Your Help.
Well, You Need
Somebody's.
Hunter.
Look, If I Want
This Kind Of Talk,
I Think I'll Just
Wait For My Dad.
Maybe I Understand
Better Than Your Dad.
I Don't Think So!
My Dad
Understands It All.
I Had A Brother Who Died
From A Drug Overdose.
[Sobbing]
Why Did He Do It?
Why Did He Sell Us
That Stuff?
Who, Maddy?
Look, If I Can't Keep
You Kids From Using Drugs,
Maybe At Least
I Can Keep You
From Dying From Using It.
Now, Where Did Billy
Get His Dope?
Roscoe Gatlen.
I Thought You Said
Gatlen Was In Jail.
Well, He Got Out
On Good Behavior.
I Don't Believe You.
You Looked That Kid
Straight In The Eye,
And You Lied Like A Rug.
You Didn't Have A Brother.
Did You?
Come On, Get In.
We Gotta Pay
Roscoe Gatlen A Visit.
Guess Who Looks And Smells
Like Yesterday's Garbage
And Is Going Back To Prison
For The Third Time.
How Come Guys Like You
Always Get Out, Gatlen?
How Come There's
Always A Loophole
With Your Name On It?
You're The One That
Ought To Be Watched, Hunter,
You And Your Justice
On The Street.
I Just Watched A Kid
Turn To Spit
On The Sidewalk,
And You Know Why?
Come On, Hunter.
Just Arrest The Guy,
And Let's Go.
You Can't Arrest Me.
You Ain't Got Zip On Me.
Yes, I Do.
I've Got One Of The Kids
You Deal Dope To.
And As Soon As
They Put His Guts
Back Inside Of Him,
He's Gonna Put You Away
For 50 Big Ones.
But I Ain't Afraid
Of No School-Kid.
Well, You Better
Be Afraid Of Me,
Because If You
Or One Of Your Flunkies
Even Breathes
Next To That Kid,
I'm Gonna Personally
Rip Your Lungs Out
Through Your Ears.
Now Finish Your Lunch,
And Let's Go.
Red Wine Goes Best
With Pasta.
Hunter, You Really
Are Insane, Aren't You?
I Wasn't
That Rough On Him.
You Shoved Him
Against The Wall.
You Nearly
Choked Him To Death,
Then Threw Him
Through A Table.
That's Not Rough?
He Pulled A Gun On Me,
Skipper.
But When It Was All Over,
I Served Him Wine.
Roscoe Gatlen
Is The Biggest Scumball
On The Face Of The Earth.
Everybody Knows That.
And Somehow He Has The System
Working On His Side.
He Always Manages
To Spring Himself Loose,
And When He Does,
Innocent Kids Wind Up Dead.
I Would Hardly Call Kids
Who Use Marijuana Innocent.
Well, Maybe Not,
But The Punishment
Sure Doesn't Fit The Crime.
You Shouldn't Have To Die
For Smoking A Joint.
Well, Let's Just Hope
This Boy Survives
So He Can Testify,
Because Otherwise,
When Mr. Gatlen
Files For False Arrest,
You Are On Your Own.
Thanks For The Support,
Captain.
Anytime.
Let's Get Over
To The Hospital
And Get A Statement
From That Kid
As Soon As He Comes To.
I Think We Ought
To Expand Our Investigation
To Include As Many Cases
As We Can Against Gatlen.
Yeah, Sure,
So Long As We Get
This One Nailed Down.
Ok.
Hunter, Sorry To Hear
About That Kid Dying.
Unfortunately,
Gatlen Is Already
Back Out On The Street.
The D.A. Refused To File
As Soon As They Found Out
We Lost Our Complainant.
So Long As The Kid Died,
Gatlen Goes Free, Huh?
Hey, How About
Dinner, Huh?
I'm Buyin'.
We'll Go Someplace Real...
Cheap And Greasy.
No, Thanks.
I Just Want To Go Home.
And Do What, Just Sit There
And Be Depressed And Angry?
Come On.
That's No Good.
I'm Not Depressed
And Angry.
Sure.
[Knock On Door]
Woman: Hello?
Is Anybody Home?
[Turns Off Tv]
Hi. I'm Really Sorry
To Bother You Like This,
But My Car Just Broke Down
Right In Front Of Your Door.
I Was Wondering,
Could I Use Your Phone
To Call The Auto Club?
Well, Sure.
You Have Any Idea
What Happened?
Yeah.
The Engine Stopped.
I Don't Know.
The Car Won't Budge.
Yeah, Well,
Luckily For You,
I'm An Expert
On Cars Like That.
Let Me Take A Look At It
First, Ok?
Oh, Gee, Thanks.
I Really
Appreciate This.
Ah, You're Welcome.
[Rings]
[Telephone Ringing]
[Dramatic Music Playing]
[Knocking On Door]
Yeah?!
[Knocking]
Car Break Down Again?
Good Morning,
Hunter.
It's Not Morning,
Bernie.
It's The Middle
Of The Night.
What Are You
Doing Here?
Where's Your Piece,
Hunter?
It's, Uh, In The Holster
On The Chair In The Bedroom,
But, Uh, What's Going On?
Where's Your Backup?
It's--It's
In The Sock Drawer,
Top Left-Hand
Of The Bureau.
What The Hell
Is Going On Here?
Always Wanted To See
How Someone Like You
Would Choose To Live.
It's Very Impressive,
Hunter.
This Is A Search Warrant,
Bernie.
That's Right,
Hunter.
All Signed, Sealed,
And Delivered.
[Sniffs]
Heh.
Stupid, Hunter.
Incredibly Stupid.
You Killed Roscoe Gatlen
With Your Own Damn Gun?!
I've Heard You Were
Crazy, Sergeant.
I Never Realized
You Were So Stupid.
Is That A Question?
No, We're All Through
With Questions, Hunter.
We Gonna Turn Your Butt
Right Over To The D.A.
Didn't You Locate
The Girl?
Who? Who, This Girl?
Yeah.
I'm Afraid Not,
Hunter.
It's Awfully Tough
To Locate Somebody
Who Doesn't Exist.
Susan Crenshaw
Was The Name She Used.
Now, Somebody Must've
Seen Us.
I Worked On Her Car
For Nearly An Hour.
Now, That Must Have Been
Pretty Difficult, Sergeant,
Since You Were Downtown
Pumping A Hole
In Roscoe Gatlen's Forehead
At The Same Time.
Look, As Soon
As You Guys Are Finished
Playing Fun And Games,
Let's Get Down To The Truth.
The Truth Is
You're Lying.
You Claim
You Were Home
At The Time
Of The Murder,
But You Didn't Happen
To See The Person
Who You Claim Must Have
Come Into Your Place,
Stole Your Gun,
Killed Gatlen,
And Then
Returned The Gun.
I Didn't Kill Gatlen.
I Knocked The Guy Into
A Plate Of Spaghetti.
I'll Pick Up
His Cleaning Bill.
Oh, I Forgot.
You're Not The Kind Of Guy
That Kills People.
No, You Knock 'Em Down
And Beat 'Em Up
In Front Of
A Dozen Witnesses,
Witnesses
Who Describe You
As Being Totally
Out Of Control, Sergeant.
I Was Upset.
I Was Not Out Of Control.
Look, Ask My Partner.
She Was There.
So Sergeant Hunter
Grabbed Mr. Gatlen,
Threw Him
Into A Table,
And Then Poured White
Wine On His Head, Huh?
Well, Not All Of That
Is True.
What Are
The Inaccuracies?
Well, I Mean,
Most Of That's True.
It Was Red Wine,
Not White.
Now, Listen Here,
Sergeant.
I Have About
Had It With--
Hold On A Minute.
Hold On A Minute.
Uh, Sergeant Mccall,
When Was The Last Time
You Spoke With Your Partner?
Around 6:30
As We Were Leaving Work.
How Would You Describe
His Frame Of Mind?
He Was Quiet.
All He Wanted To Do
Was Go Home
And Watch Television.
All He Wanted To Do
Was Go Home
And Watch Television,
As Opposed To What?
I Had Offered
To Take Him To Dinner,
But He Didn't
Want To Go.
Did You Make
Any Further Attempts
To Contact Your Partner
That Evening?
I Called Him.
At What Time?
It Was Between 11:00
And 11:30.
What Did You
Talk About?
Nothing.
No One Answered.
So How'd It Go?
What'd They Ask You?
You'd Think That
After All These Years
Of Asking Questions,
I'd Know
How To Answer Them.
Why? What'd You Do,
Hang Me In There?
No, I Just
Told The Truth.
Unfortunately,
In This Case,
The Truth Doesn't
Look Very Good.
Well, The Truth Is
I Didn't Kill Roscoe Gatlen.
Of Course You Didn't.
It's Just A Matter Of Time
Before They Find Out
Who Did.
It'll Never Make It To
A Preliminary Hearing.
The People Vs. Hunter.
Sergeant, You Will Return
To This Courtroom
This Thursday, The 21St,
When We Will Begin
The Preliminary Hearing
To See If You Should Be
Bound Over For Felony Trial.
In The Meantime,
I Have No Choice But To Deny
Your Request For Bail
And Remand You
To The County Lockup.
Well,
How About That?
Yep.
Well, Look What
We Got Here.
Surprise, Surprise,
Surprise.
At First, After Everyone
Heard Gatlen Was Dead,
Nobody Could Believe It.
He Was A Mean One.
You'd Have To Be
A Real Fool Or A Dead Shot
To Try To Kill Him.
I Gotta Admit The Only One
We Could Think Of
That Could Do It
Was Sergeant Hunter.
He Didn't Do It,
Sugar.
Hunter Doesn't Kill
In Cold Blood.
Hey, Dee Dee, I Got
No Gripes Against The Sarge.
He Saved Me From A Couple
Of Broken Arms One Night
When I Came In
Under Quota.
If I Can Help,
That's Ok With Me.
Word Is Gatlen Had
A Pretty Big Supply
He Was About To Unload
The Night He Was Killed.
Heard The Same Thing
Myself.
Any Word On Whether
The Buy Went Down?
It Didn't.
The Buyer Went Home Hungry,
And The Merchandise
Vanished.
Heard They Tore Gatlen's
Place Apart Looking For It.
Now Everybody's
Dummied Up.
That Means The Guy
Who Killed Gatlen
Could've Stolen
The Stash
And Is Now Looking
For A Buyer.
Could Be.
I Really Need You
To Keep Your Ears Open
On This One, Sugar.
Hunter's Gonna Be In
That Jail For 72 Hours,
And Every Guy In There
Is Gonna Try For Him.
Hey, There,
Sweet Thing.
Got A Spare
Hour?
Heh.
I Tell You,
You Ever Hit The Streets,
You Can Get Yourself
Some Really Good Bread.
Lot Of Money
In My Business.
Yeah, But You Got A Terrible
Health Plan, Honey.
See You Later.
Bye.
[Sighs]
You Sure Been Doing That
A Long Time.
You Trying To Lose
Weight Or Something?
'Cause If You Are Trying
To Lose Weight,
You Don't Need
To Bother Exercising.
You'll Know What I Mean
Once You Eat
That Mess Hall Food.
Gives A Whole New Meaning
To The Word "Blecch."
So, Uh, You Used
To Be A Cop, Huh?
I Guess I Don't
Have To Tell You
Not Too Many Guys
In This Place
Are Very Fond Of Cops.
I Don't Mind Cops.
I Ain't Never Had A Bit
Of Trouble With The Law
Up Until The Day
I Killed My Accountant.
I Didn't Mean
To Kill Him,
But He Was Cheating Me.
I Accidentally Beat Him
To Death With My 7 Iron.
Heh. Don't Get
Much Of A Chance
To Play Golf
Around Here.
I Think Of Being In Here
As Kind Of A Game.
I Figure If I Survive,
I Win The Game.
And I Know The Only Way
A Little Guy Like Me
Can Survive
In A Place Like This
Is To Try Doing Things
For People, You Know?
Getting Things,
Anything--
Food, Drugs,
Information.
You Need
Something...
Archie O'hare's
The Man
Who Can Get It
For You.
So, Uh...
Is There Something
I Can Get For You?
Yeah, You Can
Get Me Out Of Here.
Would You Settle
For Lunch?
Chili Dog?
With Or
Without Cheese?
This Way.
Look.
I'm A Cook Here.
I Got Keys
To The Kitchen Area.
There Goes Hunter And Archie
For A Little Snack.
I Think I'm Kinda
Hungry, Too.
How About You Guys?
[Humming]
You Like Kosher Dogs?
I Love 'Em.
Yeah--
Hey. How About
A Beer?
Hey, You Guys
Shouldn't Be In Here.
Why, The Kitchen's
Off Limits?
Or Only
For Police Now?
I'm Real Disappointed
In You, Arch.
After
All This Time,
I Thought
We Were Friends.
Then Here I Find You
Cooking With A Cop.
Give Him
A Chance, Man.
Maybe He Wasn't
Making It For Hunter.
Come On, Come On.
This Is Not The Way
You're Supposed To Spend
Your First Day In Jail,
Hunter.
Well,
It Works For Me.
How Nice Of You
To Drop In, Hunter.
Now, You Know Why
You're Here, Hunter.
Because Of Me.
I Heard
The Gas Chamber's
A Nice Place To Visit
In The Fall, Hammer.
Sorry, But I Won't Be
Able To Come Up
And Watch You Wheeze
Your Last Breath,
But I Gotta Get My Shoes
Shined On That Day.
When You Leave Here,
It'll Be In Pieces.
But Don't Feel Forgotten,
'Cause Years To Come,
When They Come Through Here,
They'll Swear They Still
Hear You Screaming.
Hey, Dee Dee.
Later, Glasco.
Stole Your What?
Mccall. Where The Hell
Have You Been?
They Told Me You Disappeared
After Roll Call.
No Check-In, No Phone Call,
No Nothing.
Yeah, Well, Um--
I'm Afraid That's
All My Fault, Sir.
When I Found Out
We Were Gonna Be Partners,
I Asked Her To Fill Me In
On Her Cases,
And I'd Catch Her Up
On Mine.
We Went Out To Breakfast.
I Just Lost Track Of Time.
Well, Now That You've Had
All Morning To Swap Stories,
Get On With Your Work.
Yes, Sir.
I Don't Know Why
You Did That For Me,
But Thanks Anyway.
I Owe You One.
What Happened,
You Oversleep?
Yeah.
Or Maybe You Were Doing
Something Else,
Like Trying To Run Down The Guy
Who Killed Roscoe Gatlen.
Anything The Matter
With That?
I Do It On My Own Time.
I'd Do The Same Thing
If It Were My Partner.
Hey, Listen, Dee Dee,
If You Ever Need An Extra Hand,
You Can Count On Me.
I Know How Hard It Is
Trying To Run Something Down
Like That Alone.
I Don't Mean To Sound
Ungrateful,
But You Sure Seem Ready To
Stick Your Neck Out For Me.
Hey, Hunter's A Fellow Cop,
And I Happen To Think
He Got A Bad Break.
If It Were Me, I'd Appreciate
All The Help I Can Get,
But It's Up To You,
Dee Dee.
I'm Your Partner.
I'm Not Here
To Get In Your Way.
You Know, I Guess I Was
Wrong About You, Gil.
Maybe I Shouldn't
Believe
All Those
Rotten Stories I Hear.
What Stories?
Just That You Tend To
Come On A Little Strong
To All The Ladies
In The Department.
Am I Coming On To You?
Hammer's Got Dibs
On Hunter.
We Gotta Stay Clear.
Hammer's In The Hole.
Last Time
A Guy Slugged Me,
He Wound Up
Like Ground Round.
Move Along.
This Seat's Taken, Pig.
Go On,
Uncover It.
Thank You, Archie.
Hey, You Saved Me
From A Broken Neck.
It's The Least
I Could Do.
So, What Was It Like
In The Max?
Terrific.
I Met An Old Friend,
A Guy By The Name
Of Charles Terrell.
The Hammer?
He's Gonna Be There
Until His Trial,
I Bet You.
He Beat The Hell Out
Of Billy Two-Shoes
For Taking His Seat
At The Mess.
Oh, That Would
Set You Off.
He Put Billy
In The Infirmary.
The Hammer's Good At Putting
People Where He Wants 'Em.
Listen, Arch.
They Keep A List
Of All The Prisoners' Outgoing
Phone Calls, Don't They?
Yeah.
Could You Get Me
A Look At 'Em?
It Could Take
A Little Time.
Time Is Something
I Don't Have.
I'm Doing Ok.
How You Doing?
Fine, For The Moment.
What's That Mean?
Remember A Guy By The Name
Of Charles Terrell,
The Hammer?
Yeah. You Made Him For
That Triple Homicide.
He's In Here.
He's Awaiting Sentencing.
Oh, Boy, Hunter.
Take It Easy.
He's In Max.
But It's Just
A Matter Of Time.
He Thinks He's Gonna Get
A Shot At Me.
You Think He's The One
That Set You Up?
I Wouldn't Be Surprised.
I'm Working On Getting A List
Of His Outgoing Phone Calls.
Maybe We Could Grab A Lead.
I May Be Onto
Something, Too.
My Snitch Told Me
There's A Big Drug Buy
About To Go Down.
Yeah?
It's The Same
Merchandise
That Gatlen Was Holding
The Night He Got Snaked.
5 Will Get You 10
That The Seller
Is Gatlen's Killer.
Blew Gatlen Away,
Bagged His Stash.
Gil And I Will Run It
Down Tonight.
Gil?
Oh, Yeah, Gil Glasco.
He's Been Assigned
As My New Partner.
You've Been Alone In A Car
With Gil Glasco?
I Hear He Lets
The Other Cop Drive
So He Can Spend His Time
Admiring Himself
In The Rearview Mirror.
Hunter,
I Need A Partner.
He's A Partner.
He Even Volunteered.
Yeah, After He Eye-Balled
Your Legs.
Then He Volunteered.
I Think You're Being
Unfair With Gil.
Well, Instead Of Spending
Your Time With Gil Glasco,
How About Trying To Get Me
The Hell Out Of Here?
I'm Doing
Everything I Can.
I Know.
Hey, How Come
You Call Me Hunter,
And You Call Him Gil?
It's 'Cause His Mommy
Named Him Gil
And Your Mommy
Named You Hunter.
It Works For Me.
Heh.
[Knocks On Door]
Take A Hike.
Hey, What Is It
With You?
I Need A Fix.
I Heard Tommy
Skags His Men.
You Know Me?
You Gotta Help Me, Man.
I Paid Roscoe Gatlen
Every Dime I Had,
And He Stiffed Me.
He Didn't Show
With The Stuff.
That's On Account
Of He's Dead.
He Ran Into A Cop.
Look,
I Ain't Got No Money,
But, Uh, I'll Make It
Worth Your While.
I Bet You Used To Be
Real Pretty, Huh?
Come On In.
So, What Do You Think?
Somebody Gonna Make Good
On What Gatlen Owes Me?
Who's Got His Stash?
Couldn't Tell.
But Whoever It Is
Is Unloading It
On Larry Krell Tomorrow.
You Need Some Help
There?
No. I'm Fine.
You Know,
You're Making Me
A Little Nervous
There, Sweet Pie.
Why Don't You
Shoot Up
So We Can Adjourn
To The Bedroom?
Hey. What's With
The Artillery, Man?
I'm Jumpy Enough
As It Is.
Hold Out Your Arm, Now.
A Junkie With
A Clean Arm. Ha Ha.
The Last Time I Saw
An Arm That Clean,
It Belonged To A Cop.
Go Ahead.
Prove Me Wrong.
Stick The Needle In.
We'll Both Go Flying
Together.
Aah!
Let Go! Come On,
You're Hurting Me.
That's
The Rough Idea, Man.
Where Do I Find
Larry Krell?
Somebody Order
Room Service?
I Wanted To Make Sure
You Were Fully Nourished
Before Our Big Bust.
I Hope You Like Blueberry.
Yeah. Blueberry's Great.
Oh, Yeah.
The Deal's Going Down.
And Apparently,
The Buyer Works
Out Of That Brown
Building Behind Us.
He Drives
A Black 4-Door,
California Plates,
Last 3 Numbers 506.
Hey, Listen, Next Time
You're Up All Night,
Feel Free To Call Me.
I'd Be More Than Happy
To Come Over
And Take Up The Slack.
Well, The Next Time
I'm Up At 3 A.M.,
I'll Remember
You Said That. Heh.
Uh-Oh.
Looks Like Our Guy.
Those 2 Look
Awful Chipper.
Not For Long.
I've Got Something...
Explosive In Mind.
Man: You Are Sure
This Place Is Safe?
Second Man: Hey,
It's Safe. Count On It.
Let's See The Stuff.
Here It Is,
10 Kilos, As Promised.
That's Tony Carbone.
That's The Hammer's
First Lieutenant.
There Must Be 8 Warrants
Out On That Guy.
I Thought He Was Hiding
In Mexico.
Yeah, The Hammer Must've
Have Brought Him Up
To Snuff Gatlen And Try
To Set Up Hunter.
Boy, There's Gonna Be
A Citation, That's For Sure,
Maybe Even A Medal.
Look, We Gotta Peg
The Backup Man.
Carbone Wouldn't Do
This Alone.
Dee Dee, There's
No One Else In There,
Unless They're Invisible.
We've Got To Move On This Now
While They're Concentrating
On The Merchandise.
I Hope This Is As Pure
As You Say It Is.
What Do You Think,
I'm Gonna Step On It?
Come On, Take It Easy.
Ok. This Is Good.
I'm In.
The Money.
Hold It Right There,
Carbone.
Don't Shoot.
Come On, Let's Get
To The Car.
[Dramatic Music Playing]
[Truck Honks]
We'd Better Get
An Ambulance
Before Hunter's
Only Hope Dies.
He Was Trying
To Get Away, Mccall.
This Is L-59.
I Need Paramedics
And A Tow Truck Right Away.
[Woman Laughs]
No More.
I Can't Take Any More.
That One Really
Got You, Didn't It?
I Got Some More.
Listen To This.
Give Me A Chance
To Catch My Breath.
Archie: Let's See.
What's Irish
And Sits Outside?
Patio Furniture.
[Both Laugh]
A Friend Of Mine Went
To See A Psychiatrist.
He Said, "Doc,
I Got A Problem.
"Sometimes I Feel
Like A Teepee,
And Sometimes
I Feel Like A Wigwam."
The Shrink Said,
"Oh, That's Easy.
You're Too Tense."
Get It, Too Tense,
2 Tents?
Hey, Did You Get
The Dust
From Between
The Cabinet Back There?
There Was This Guy.
The Most Important Thing
Was Being A Cop.
The Clerk Here,
She Don't Like Dust
Between The Cabinets.
Did We Get Her,
Or Did We Get Her?
Yeah, You Did
Real Good, Arch.
Dessert Time.
Dark Chocolate
With Roasted Almonds.
Or Is It "Ahmonds"?
How Do You Say That, Hunter?
Is It "Almonds" Or "Ahmonds"?
I Just Say Nuts, Arch.
Hey, Where'd You
Get The Book?
What Book?
The Life And Times
Of Sergeant Rick Hunter.
Is This Really
A Book About You?
No, Arch!
[Men Shouting]
[Alarm Rings]
Arch?
Archie?
Arch?
Get The Medics
And The Stretcher.
Come On. Come On,
Back Inside.
Come On,
Move, Move.
Where Does It Hurt?
You See This Little
Dimple Behind My Ear,
Next To My Neck?
Yeah.
That's The Only Place
That Doesn't Hurt.
So, What's The News?
We Nailed The Guy
That Killed Gatlen
And Set You Up.
You're Kidding.
Tony Carbone.
That Locks Right In,
Doesn't It?
That Guy's A Real Talent
At Second-Story Work.
While The Girl
Keeps Me Busy,
He Slipped In,
Grabbed My Gun,
And Wasted Gatlen.
Then Slipped Back In
And Replaced My Gun.
Yeah. That's The Way
It Would Figure.
So, When Are They
Springing Me?
Has Carbone Talked Yet?
Well, He Will As Soon
As He Gets The Tubes
Out Of His Throat.
We Were In Hot Pursuit,
And Gil Shot Out His Tires.
He's In Intensive Care.
Is He Gonna Make It?
Well, It's 50-50.
But Now That We Know
That Carbone
Was The Guy That Did It,
We Can Hopefully Retrace
His Steps Back To The Murder.
Gil's On Top Of It
Right Now.
The Guy Who Nearly
Killed My Only Chance
Is Working On This?
Look Under The Covers.
What's This?
A List Of All
The Phone Calls
That The Hammer And
His Bozos Made Recently.
It May Be Thin,
But I Think
One Of Those Numbers Might
Lead Us To Something.
Ok, I'll Check It Out.
Oh, I Almost Forgot.
I Brought You Something.
I Figure You Probably
Hadn't Had One Of These
In A While.
What's The Matter,
Not Enough Grease?
Thanks.
Look, Just Try
To Stay In This Place
For As Long As You Can.
At Least You Know
You're Safe In Here.
Yeah.
See Ya.
See You Later.
Now, When You
Leave Here, Man,
You're 150 Pounds
Of Dog Food.
You Knew Hunter Was Mine.
We Just Trying To Have
A Little Fun, Hammer.
Honest To God.
Gave Him A Jolt,
And Then Got Caught.
Where's Hunter Now?
Infirmary.
He's In The Infirmary.
We Just Winged Him.
What's Going On, Gil?
I've Tried To Call You
All Morning,
And Then I Get A Message
To Meet You Here.
What's This All About?
A Little Celebration
I Thought We Both Deserved.
Celebration For What?
Well, Dee Dee,
After All,
We Did Bust
A Pretty Big Drug Deal.
And Almost Lost
The Only Person
Who Could
Clear Hunter...
Who, By The Way,
Was Almost Killed
Last Night.
Hey, Take It Easy.
We've Got Carbone.
Some Poöté?
Carbone Is In A Coma.
And When He Does Wake Up
And Testifies,
Provided He Can
Remember His Name,
Hunter Could Be Dead.
Now, Look, I Got Some
Numbers Hunter Gave Me
We Ought To Look Up.
Look, Just Relax.
Everything's Gonna Be
All Right. I Promise.
You Promise?
Yes.
Just Relax,
Enjoy The Wine And Food.
Let's Savor The Victories
And Put This Other Stuff
On Hold.
I Think We Owe It
To Ourselves.
You Know, You're
Absolutely Right, Gil.
To The Start Of
A Wonderful Relationship.
Ohh!
Aah!
What's Wrong?
My Stomach, Man.
I Got Cramps, Real Bad.
I Wouldn't Want That To
Happen, Right, Hammer?
You've Gotta Live...
So We Can Execute You.
Come On, Man.
He's Hurting.
Would You Come On?
It's Driving Me Nuts.
[Groaning]
[Sighs] I'll Get
A Stretcher.
Dispatcher:
L-59, This Is Central.
Come In, Please. Over.
L-59, Mccall Here.
Over.
We Got Back Names
And Addresses
For Those
Phone Numbers. Over.
Shoot. Over.
The Problem Is
They're All Pay Phones
Except One. Over.
That's Clever,
Calling People
At Prearranged Times
At Phone Booths.
Ok. What About
The Other One? Over.
25012 Alameda.
The Rendezvous Bar. Over.
Excuse Me.
I'm Sergeant Dee Dee Mccall.
I'd Like To Ask You
A Few Questions
About Who Receives Calls
On Your Phone.
My Phone. Uh, Well,
I Guess We Get Calls
For Customers...
Sometimes.
And Employees...
Wrong Numbers,
Of Course.
Well, Who Does The Hammer
Or Tony Carbone Ask For
When They Call?
Excuse Me, Miss.
Halt! Police!
Halt! Police!
[Sobs]
Let Me Guess.
Your Shift Was Over,
And You Were In A Real
Big Hurry To Get Home.
It's A Pretty Good Match,
Wouldn't You Say?
I Don't Understand
What The Problem Is.
I Have The Woman.
She's Given Me A Sworn Statement
That She Was Involved
In A Conspiracy
To Convict Hunter.
Let's Get Him Out Of There.
You Know What
Your Problem Is, Mccall?
You've Been Partner
With That Rodeo Rider
For Too Long.
Now, You Don't Seem
To Recall,
But We've Got A System.
And I Run That System.
Now, Sometimes
It's Slow,
Sometimes It Gets Bogged
Down In Red Tape,
But It Exists And
We Have To Work With It.
Now, These Things
Take Time.
How Long?
First We Have
To Locate A Judge.
He Has To Review
The Girl's Confession.
Then We Have To Get
Papers Signed.
Look, These Chicken Salad Cases
And Busted Cars
Are One Thing,
But We Got A Cop In The Joint.
And All This Red Tape
And Antiquated Systems
Are Not Gonna Sit Well With Me
If Hunter Winds Up Dead.
So Why Don't You
Pick Up That Phone,
You Dig Up Some Judge
Who's The Closest Thing
To A Friend You Can Find,
And Kick This Thing
In Motion?!
Mccall, I Hear You're Still
Looking For A New Partner.
Not Anymore, Bernie.
Really? Who's
The Lucky Guy?
Rick Hunter.
You Planning On
Going To Jail, Too?
Why Don't You Save
Your Jokes For Tomorrow
When Hunter
Comes Back, Hmm?
Mccall, Just Tell Him
I Was Doing My Job.
Just Doing My Job.
Oh, My Stomach. Ohh!
Ooh! Stomach! Aah.
Shouldn't You Take Care
Of That Guy Over There?
He Sounds Like A Wounded
Water Buffalo.
Nope. I Can Tell What's
Wrong With Him From Here.
How's That?
He Put Cigarette Ashes
Into His Coffee,
And Then He Drinks It,
Makes Him Sick To Death,
But It Passes.
Then He Gets Out Of Max
For A While.
There, You're All Set.
I'll Change Them Again
Tomorrow Morning.
Yeah. Thanks, Doc.
[Hammer Moans]
Aah!
I'm Sergeant Dee Dee Mccall.
I Have An Order
From Judge William Prescott
To Release Rick Hunter.
[Grunting]
Hey, Habeas Corpus.
Guess Who's A Free Man.
Works For Me.
Bet You Thought You'd
Never See That Again.
It Was Beginning
To Cross My Mind.
Especially After You Got
Teamed Up With Don Juan.
Heh. Well, Fortunately,
I Managed To Get Rid
Of Him In Time.
So, Where Is He These Days,
Looking For New Partners?
Probably Out Getting
His Pants Dry Cleaned.
What?
Never Mind.
Ok, Hunter,
So, Where's The New Car?
Captain Said He Was
Going To Issue You One.
It Should Be Parked
Right In Front Of The...
Motor Pool.
I Don't Believe This.
I Mean, Where Do They
Get These?
It Looks Like It Went
Through A Fire Bombing.
I Nearly Get Killed
In Prison.
The Guy Doesn't Have
The Decency
To Give Me A Car
That Runs.
Well, Now,
I Wouldn't Say That.
Just Because It Doesn't
Have A Back End...
That's It.
What?
I'm Gonna Go Back Up There
And Make This Jackass
Give Me A New Car.
Oh, Come On, Hunter.
Do It Tomorrow.
Let's Go Have Dinner.
I Don't Want
To Have Dinner.
Well, What Do You
Want To Do,
Go Home And Sit By
The Tv And Be Depressed?
Hi. I'm Having
Some Car Trouble.
Could You Help Me Out
Or Show Me A Phone
So I Can Call
The Auto Club?
Oh, No.
Come On, Mccall.
Let's Go Get That Dinner.
Always Get Out, Gatlen?
I Just Watched A Kid Turn
To Spit On The Sidewalk.
So Long As The Kid Died,
Gatlen Goes Free, Huh?
I Didn't Kill Gatlen.
I Knocked The Guy Into
A Plate Of Spaghetti.
I Have No Choice
But To Remand You
To The County Lockup.
Well, I Hear
You're Still Looking
For A New Partner.
Not Anymore, Bernie.
To The Start Of
A Wonderful Relationship.
So When Are They
Springing Me?
When You Leave Here,
It'll Be In Pieces.
I'm Buyin'.
We'll Go Someplace Real...
Cheap And Greasy.
What's The Matter?
Not Enough Grease?
I'm Not Depressed
And Angry.
All This Red Tape
And Antiquated Systems
Are Not Gonna Sit Well With Me
If Hunter Winds Up Dead.
No! Arch--
[Theme Music Playing]
It Works For Me.
[Siren Blaring]
[Jabbering Loudly]
[Screaming]
No! Move!
Leave Me Alone!
Aaah!
[Boy Screaming]
[Gasping]
No!
No!
No!
No!
"...An Ok Guy
For A Warden.
"Anyway, Take Care
Of Yourself, Ricky.
"Visit Your Mother.
All The Best,
Uncle Leo."
Did I Ever Meet
Uncle Leo?
Isn't He That Bookie?
He's A Flasher.
What?
A Flasher.
Trench Coat Artist.
On The Day He Was Arrested,
He Was Outside A Lingerie Shop
Announcing Bargains.
Ha Ha Ha!
With No Pants On?
Did A Hell Of A Business
That Day, Too.
Ha Ha Ha! Yeah,
I Bet They Did.
What's Over There?
I'm Sergeant Hunter.
This Is Sergeant Mccall.
What Happened Here?
Sergeant,
I'm So Glad You're Here.
I'm The Principal.
They Just Never Learn.
You Talk Till
You're Blue In The Face,
And It Doesn't Matter.
What,
He O.D. On Something?
The Kids Say That
He Just Smoked A Joint.
Maybe A Joint
Laced With Pcp.
Does Anybody
Here Know
Where This Kid
Buys His Dope?
Look, If Somebody's
Selling Bad Dope,
I Need A Name.
Well, Hunter, You Sure Do
Have A Way With Kids.
[Knock On Door]
[Knocking]
Look...
I'm Sorry,
But My Dad's At Work,
And I Can't Let Anyone In.
Maddy, We're
Police Officers.
We Want To Talk To You
About What Happened To Billy.
Here's Our Badges.
You Can Call The Precinct
If You Want.
Maddy, I'd Like--
Maddy, We Need To Know
Where Billy Got His Stuff.
Ohh!
Perfect.
He's Lying
In A Hospital Bed Dying,
And All You Care About
Is Making A Bust!
What We Care About
Is The Next Person
This Happens To.
Now, Look, Maddy,
You Don't Want
To Spend All Day
Crying Your Eyes Out
For Billy
And Then Go Back
To School Tomorrow
And See Another One
Of Your Friends...
Wind Up Crippled
Or Dead.
Oh, God.
Oh, Billy.
Maddy...
You Have To Let Us
Help You...
To Help Billy.
We Don't Need
Your Help.
Well, You Need
Somebody's.
Hunter.
Look, If I Want
This Kind Of Talk,
I Think I'll Just
Wait For My Dad.
Maybe I Understand
Better Than Your Dad.
I Don't Think So!
My Dad
Understands It All.
I Had A Brother Who Died
From A Drug Overdose.
[Sobbing]
Why Did He Do It?
Why Did He Sell Us
That Stuff?
Who, Maddy?
Look, If I Can't Keep
You Kids From Using Drugs,
Maybe At Least
I Can Keep You
From Dying From Using It.
Now, Where Did Billy
Get His Dope?
Roscoe Gatlen.
I Thought You Said
Gatlen Was In Jail.
Well, He Got Out
On Good Behavior.
I Don't Believe You.
You Looked That Kid
Straight In The Eye,
And You Lied Like A Rug.
You Didn't Have A Brother.
Did You?
Come On, Get In.
We Gotta Pay
Roscoe Gatlen A Visit.
Guess Who Looks And Smells
Like Yesterday's Garbage
And Is Going Back To Prison
For The Third Time.
How Come Guys Like You
Always Get Out, Gatlen?
How Come There's
Always A Loophole
With Your Name On It?
You're The One That
Ought To Be Watched, Hunter,
You And Your Justice
On The Street.
I Just Watched A Kid
Turn To Spit
On The Sidewalk,
And You Know Why?
Come On, Hunter.
Just Arrest The Guy,
And Let's Go.
You Can't Arrest Me.
You Ain't Got Zip On Me.
Yes, I Do.
I've Got One Of The Kids
You Deal Dope To.
And As Soon As
They Put His Guts
Back Inside Of Him,
He's Gonna Put You Away
For 50 Big Ones.
But I Ain't Afraid
Of No School-Kid.
Well, You Better
Be Afraid Of Me,
Because If You
Or One Of Your Flunkies
Even Breathes
Next To That Kid,
I'm Gonna Personally
Rip Your Lungs Out
Through Your Ears.
Now Finish Your Lunch,
And Let's Go.
Red Wine Goes Best
With Pasta.
Hunter, You Really
Are Insane, Aren't You?
I Wasn't
That Rough On Him.
You Shoved Him
Against The Wall.
You Nearly
Choked Him To Death,
Then Threw Him
Through A Table.
That's Not Rough?
He Pulled A Gun On Me,
Skipper.
But When It Was All Over,
I Served Him Wine.
Roscoe Gatlen
Is The Biggest Scumball
On The Face Of The Earth.
Everybody Knows That.
And Somehow He Has The System
Working On His Side.
He Always Manages
To Spring Himself Loose,
And When He Does,
Innocent Kids Wind Up Dead.
I Would Hardly Call Kids
Who Use Marijuana Innocent.
Well, Maybe Not,
But The Punishment
Sure Doesn't Fit The Crime.
You Shouldn't Have To Die
For Smoking A Joint.
Well, Let's Just Hope
This Boy Survives
So He Can Testify,
Because Otherwise,
When Mr. Gatlen
Files For False Arrest,
You Are On Your Own.
Thanks For The Support,
Captain.
Anytime.
Let's Get Over
To The Hospital
And Get A Statement
From That Kid
As Soon As He Comes To.
I Think We Ought
To Expand Our Investigation
To Include As Many Cases
As We Can Against Gatlen.
Yeah, Sure,
So Long As We Get
This One Nailed Down.
Ok.
Hunter, Sorry To Hear
About That Kid Dying.
Unfortunately,
Gatlen Is Already
Back Out On The Street.
The D.A. Refused To File
As Soon As They Found Out
We Lost Our Complainant.
So Long As The Kid Died,
Gatlen Goes Free, Huh?
Hey, How About
Dinner, Huh?
I'm Buyin'.
We'll Go Someplace Real...
Cheap And Greasy.
No, Thanks.
I Just Want To Go Home.
And Do What, Just Sit There
And Be Depressed And Angry?
Come On.
That's No Good.
I'm Not Depressed
And Angry.
Sure.
[Knock On Door]
Woman: Hello?
Is Anybody Home?
[Turns Off Tv]
Hi. I'm Really Sorry
To Bother You Like This,
But My Car Just Broke Down
Right In Front Of Your Door.
I Was Wondering,
Could I Use Your Phone
To Call The Auto Club?
Well, Sure.
You Have Any Idea
What Happened?
Yeah.
The Engine Stopped.
I Don't Know.
The Car Won't Budge.
Yeah, Well,
Luckily For You,
I'm An Expert
On Cars Like That.
Let Me Take A Look At It
First, Ok?
Oh, Gee, Thanks.
I Really
Appreciate This.
Ah, You're Welcome.
[Rings]
[Telephone Ringing]
[Dramatic Music Playing]
[Knocking On Door]
Yeah?!
[Knocking]
Car Break Down Again?
Good Morning,
Hunter.
It's Not Morning,
Bernie.
It's The Middle
Of The Night.
What Are You
Doing Here?
Where's Your Piece,
Hunter?
It's, Uh, In The Holster
On The Chair In The Bedroom,
But, Uh, What's Going On?
Where's Your Backup?
It's--It's
In The Sock Drawer,
Top Left-Hand
Of The Bureau.
What The Hell
Is Going On Here?
Always Wanted To See
How Someone Like You
Would Choose To Live.
It's Very Impressive,
Hunter.
This Is A Search Warrant,
Bernie.
That's Right,
Hunter.
All Signed, Sealed,
And Delivered.
[Sniffs]
Heh.
Stupid, Hunter.
Incredibly Stupid.
You Killed Roscoe Gatlen
With Your Own Damn Gun?!
I've Heard You Were
Crazy, Sergeant.
I Never Realized
You Were So Stupid.
Is That A Question?
No, We're All Through
With Questions, Hunter.
We Gonna Turn Your Butt
Right Over To The D.A.
Didn't You Locate
The Girl?
Who? Who, This Girl?
Yeah.
I'm Afraid Not,
Hunter.
It's Awfully Tough
To Locate Somebody
Who Doesn't Exist.
Susan Crenshaw
Was The Name She Used.
Now, Somebody Must've
Seen Us.
I Worked On Her Car
For Nearly An Hour.
Now, That Must Have Been
Pretty Difficult, Sergeant,
Since You Were Downtown
Pumping A Hole
In Roscoe Gatlen's Forehead
At The Same Time.
Look, As Soon
As You Guys Are Finished
Playing Fun And Games,
Let's Get Down To The Truth.
The Truth Is
You're Lying.
You Claim
You Were Home
At The Time
Of The Murder,
But You Didn't Happen
To See The Person
Who You Claim Must Have
Come Into Your Place,
Stole Your Gun,
Killed Gatlen,
And Then
Returned The Gun.
I Didn't Kill Gatlen.
I Knocked The Guy Into
A Plate Of Spaghetti.
I'll Pick Up
His Cleaning Bill.
Oh, I Forgot.
You're Not The Kind Of Guy
That Kills People.
No, You Knock 'Em Down
And Beat 'Em Up
In Front Of
A Dozen Witnesses,
Witnesses
Who Describe You
As Being Totally
Out Of Control, Sergeant.
I Was Upset.
I Was Not Out Of Control.
Look, Ask My Partner.
She Was There.
So Sergeant Hunter
Grabbed Mr. Gatlen,
Threw Him
Into A Table,
And Then Poured White
Wine On His Head, Huh?
Well, Not All Of That
Is True.
What Are
The Inaccuracies?
Well, I Mean,
Most Of That's True.
It Was Red Wine,
Not White.
Now, Listen Here,
Sergeant.
I Have About
Had It With--
Hold On A Minute.
Hold On A Minute.
Uh, Sergeant Mccall,
When Was The Last Time
You Spoke With Your Partner?
Around 6:30
As We Were Leaving Work.
How Would You Describe
His Frame Of Mind?
He Was Quiet.
All He Wanted To Do
Was Go Home
And Watch Television.
All He Wanted To Do
Was Go Home
And Watch Television,
As Opposed To What?
I Had Offered
To Take Him To Dinner,
But He Didn't
Want To Go.
Did You Make
Any Further Attempts
To Contact Your Partner
That Evening?
I Called Him.
At What Time?
It Was Between 11:00
And 11:30.
What Did You
Talk About?
Nothing.
No One Answered.
So How'd It Go?
What'd They Ask You?
You'd Think That
After All These Years
Of Asking Questions,
I'd Know
How To Answer Them.
Why? What'd You Do,
Hang Me In There?
No, I Just
Told The Truth.
Unfortunately,
In This Case,
The Truth Doesn't
Look Very Good.
Well, The Truth Is
I Didn't Kill Roscoe Gatlen.
Of Course You Didn't.
It's Just A Matter Of Time
Before They Find Out
Who Did.
It'll Never Make It To
A Preliminary Hearing.
The People Vs. Hunter.
Sergeant, You Will Return
To This Courtroom
This Thursday, The 21St,
When We Will Begin
The Preliminary Hearing
To See If You Should Be
Bound Over For Felony Trial.
In The Meantime,
I Have No Choice But To Deny
Your Request For Bail
And Remand You
To The County Lockup.
Well,
How About That?
Yep.
Well, Look What
We Got Here.
Surprise, Surprise,
Surprise.
At First, After Everyone
Heard Gatlen Was Dead,
Nobody Could Believe It.
He Was A Mean One.
You'd Have To Be
A Real Fool Or A Dead Shot
To Try To Kill Him.
I Gotta Admit The Only One
We Could Think Of
That Could Do It
Was Sergeant Hunter.
He Didn't Do It,
Sugar.
Hunter Doesn't Kill
In Cold Blood.
Hey, Dee Dee, I Got
No Gripes Against The Sarge.
He Saved Me From A Couple
Of Broken Arms One Night
When I Came In
Under Quota.
If I Can Help,
That's Ok With Me.
Word Is Gatlen Had
A Pretty Big Supply
He Was About To Unload
The Night He Was Killed.
Heard The Same Thing
Myself.
Any Word On Whether
The Buy Went Down?
It Didn't.
The Buyer Went Home Hungry,
And The Merchandise
Vanished.
Heard They Tore Gatlen's
Place Apart Looking For It.
Now Everybody's
Dummied Up.
That Means The Guy
Who Killed Gatlen
Could've Stolen
The Stash
And Is Now Looking
For A Buyer.
Could Be.
I Really Need You
To Keep Your Ears Open
On This One, Sugar.
Hunter's Gonna Be In
That Jail For 72 Hours,
And Every Guy In There
Is Gonna Try For Him.
Hey, There,
Sweet Thing.
Got A Spare
Hour?
Heh.
I Tell You,
You Ever Hit The Streets,
You Can Get Yourself
Some Really Good Bread.
Lot Of Money
In My Business.
Yeah, But You Got A Terrible
Health Plan, Honey.
See You Later.
Bye.
[Sighs]
You Sure Been Doing That
A Long Time.
You Trying To Lose
Weight Or Something?
'Cause If You Are Trying
To Lose Weight,
You Don't Need
To Bother Exercising.
You'll Know What I Mean
Once You Eat
That Mess Hall Food.
Gives A Whole New Meaning
To The Word "Blecch."
So, Uh, You Used
To Be A Cop, Huh?
I Guess I Don't
Have To Tell You
Not Too Many Guys
In This Place
Are Very Fond Of Cops.
I Don't Mind Cops.
I Ain't Never Had A Bit
Of Trouble With The Law
Up Until The Day
I Killed My Accountant.
I Didn't Mean
To Kill Him,
But He Was Cheating Me.
I Accidentally Beat Him
To Death With My 7 Iron.
Heh. Don't Get
Much Of A Chance
To Play Golf
Around Here.
I Think Of Being In Here
As Kind Of A Game.
I Figure If I Survive,
I Win The Game.
And I Know The Only Way
A Little Guy Like Me
Can Survive
In A Place Like This
Is To Try Doing Things
For People, You Know?
Getting Things,
Anything--
Food, Drugs,
Information.
You Need
Something...
Archie O'hare's
The Man
Who Can Get It
For You.
So, Uh...
Is There Something
I Can Get For You?
Yeah, You Can
Get Me Out Of Here.
Would You Settle
For Lunch?
Chili Dog?
With Or
Without Cheese?
This Way.
Look.
I'm A Cook Here.
I Got Keys
To The Kitchen Area.
There Goes Hunter And Archie
For A Little Snack.
I Think I'm Kinda
Hungry, Too.
How About You Guys?
[Humming]
You Like Kosher Dogs?
I Love 'Em.
Yeah--
Hey. How About
A Beer?
Hey, You Guys
Shouldn't Be In Here.
Why, The Kitchen's
Off Limits?
Or Only
For Police Now?
I'm Real Disappointed
In You, Arch.
After
All This Time,
I Thought
We Were Friends.
Then Here I Find You
Cooking With A Cop.
Give Him
A Chance, Man.
Maybe He Wasn't
Making It For Hunter.
Come On, Come On.
This Is Not The Way
You're Supposed To Spend
Your First Day In Jail,
Hunter.
Well,
It Works For Me.
How Nice Of You
To Drop In, Hunter.
Now, You Know Why
You're Here, Hunter.
Because Of Me.
I Heard
The Gas Chamber's
A Nice Place To Visit
In The Fall, Hammer.
Sorry, But I Won't Be
Able To Come Up
And Watch You Wheeze
Your Last Breath,
But I Gotta Get My Shoes
Shined On That Day.
When You Leave Here,
It'll Be In Pieces.
But Don't Feel Forgotten,
'Cause Years To Come,
When They Come Through Here,
They'll Swear They Still
Hear You Screaming.
Hey, Dee Dee.
Later, Glasco.
Stole Your What?
Mccall. Where The Hell
Have You Been?
They Told Me You Disappeared
After Roll Call.
No Check-In, No Phone Call,
No Nothing.
Yeah, Well, Um--
I'm Afraid That's
All My Fault, Sir.
When I Found Out
We Were Gonna Be Partners,
I Asked Her To Fill Me In
On Her Cases,
And I'd Catch Her Up
On Mine.
We Went Out To Breakfast.
I Just Lost Track Of Time.
Well, Now That You've Had
All Morning To Swap Stories,
Get On With Your Work.
Yes, Sir.
I Don't Know Why
You Did That For Me,
But Thanks Anyway.
I Owe You One.
What Happened,
You Oversleep?
Yeah.
Or Maybe You Were Doing
Something Else,
Like Trying To Run Down The Guy
Who Killed Roscoe Gatlen.
Anything The Matter
With That?
I Do It On My Own Time.
I'd Do The Same Thing
If It Were My Partner.
Hey, Listen, Dee Dee,
If You Ever Need An Extra Hand,
You Can Count On Me.
I Know How Hard It Is
Trying To Run Something Down
Like That Alone.
I Don't Mean To Sound
Ungrateful,
But You Sure Seem Ready To
Stick Your Neck Out For Me.
Hey, Hunter's A Fellow Cop,
And I Happen To Think
He Got A Bad Break.
If It Were Me, I'd Appreciate
All The Help I Can Get,
But It's Up To You,
Dee Dee.
I'm Your Partner.
I'm Not Here
To Get In Your Way.
You Know, I Guess I Was
Wrong About You, Gil.
Maybe I Shouldn't
Believe
All Those
Rotten Stories I Hear.
What Stories?
Just That You Tend To
Come On A Little Strong
To All The Ladies
In The Department.
Am I Coming On To You?
Hammer's Got Dibs
On Hunter.
We Gotta Stay Clear.
Hammer's In The Hole.
Last Time
A Guy Slugged Me,
He Wound Up
Like Ground Round.
Move Along.
This Seat's Taken, Pig.
Go On,
Uncover It.
Thank You, Archie.
Hey, You Saved Me
From A Broken Neck.
It's The Least
I Could Do.
So, What Was It Like
In The Max?
Terrific.
I Met An Old Friend,
A Guy By The Name
Of Charles Terrell.
The Hammer?
He's Gonna Be There
Until His Trial,
I Bet You.
He Beat The Hell Out
Of Billy Two-Shoes
For Taking His Seat
At The Mess.
Oh, That Would
Set You Off.
He Put Billy
In The Infirmary.
The Hammer's Good At Putting
People Where He Wants 'Em.
Listen, Arch.
They Keep A List
Of All The Prisoners' Outgoing
Phone Calls, Don't They?
Yeah.
Could You Get Me
A Look At 'Em?
It Could Take
A Little Time.
Time Is Something
I Don't Have.
I'm Doing Ok.
How You Doing?
Fine, For The Moment.
What's That Mean?
Remember A Guy By The Name
Of Charles Terrell,
The Hammer?
Yeah. You Made Him For
That Triple Homicide.
He's In Here.
He's Awaiting Sentencing.
Oh, Boy, Hunter.
Take It Easy.
He's In Max.
But It's Just
A Matter Of Time.
He Thinks He's Gonna Get
A Shot At Me.
You Think He's The One
That Set You Up?
I Wouldn't Be Surprised.
I'm Working On Getting A List
Of His Outgoing Phone Calls.
Maybe We Could Grab A Lead.
I May Be Onto
Something, Too.
My Snitch Told Me
There's A Big Drug Buy
About To Go Down.
Yeah?
It's The Same
Merchandise
That Gatlen Was Holding
The Night He Got Snaked.
5 Will Get You 10
That The Seller
Is Gatlen's Killer.
Blew Gatlen Away,
Bagged His Stash.
Gil And I Will Run It
Down Tonight.
Gil?
Oh, Yeah, Gil Glasco.
He's Been Assigned
As My New Partner.
You've Been Alone In A Car
With Gil Glasco?
I Hear He Lets
The Other Cop Drive
So He Can Spend His Time
Admiring Himself
In The Rearview Mirror.
Hunter,
I Need A Partner.
He's A Partner.
He Even Volunteered.
Yeah, After He Eye-Balled
Your Legs.
Then He Volunteered.
I Think You're Being
Unfair With Gil.
Well, Instead Of Spending
Your Time With Gil Glasco,
How About Trying To Get Me
The Hell Out Of Here?
I'm Doing
Everything I Can.
I Know.
Hey, How Come
You Call Me Hunter,
And You Call Him Gil?
It's 'Cause His Mommy
Named Him Gil
And Your Mommy
Named You Hunter.
It Works For Me.
Heh.
[Knocks On Door]
Take A Hike.
Hey, What Is It
With You?
I Need A Fix.
I Heard Tommy
Skags His Men.
You Know Me?
You Gotta Help Me, Man.
I Paid Roscoe Gatlen
Every Dime I Had,
And He Stiffed Me.
He Didn't Show
With The Stuff.
That's On Account
Of He's Dead.
He Ran Into A Cop.
Look,
I Ain't Got No Money,
But, Uh, I'll Make It
Worth Your While.
I Bet You Used To Be
Real Pretty, Huh?
Come On In.
So, What Do You Think?
Somebody Gonna Make Good
On What Gatlen Owes Me?
Who's Got His Stash?
Couldn't Tell.
But Whoever It Is
Is Unloading It
On Larry Krell Tomorrow.
You Need Some Help
There?
No. I'm Fine.
You Know,
You're Making Me
A Little Nervous
There, Sweet Pie.
Why Don't You
Shoot Up
So We Can Adjourn
To The Bedroom?
Hey. What's With
The Artillery, Man?
I'm Jumpy Enough
As It Is.
Hold Out Your Arm, Now.
A Junkie With
A Clean Arm. Ha Ha.
The Last Time I Saw
An Arm That Clean,
It Belonged To A Cop.
Go Ahead.
Prove Me Wrong.
Stick The Needle In.
We'll Both Go Flying
Together.
Aah!
Let Go! Come On,
You're Hurting Me.
That's
The Rough Idea, Man.
Where Do I Find
Larry Krell?
Somebody Order
Room Service?
I Wanted To Make Sure
You Were Fully Nourished
Before Our Big Bust.
I Hope You Like Blueberry.
Yeah. Blueberry's Great.
Oh, Yeah.
The Deal's Going Down.
And Apparently,
The Buyer Works
Out Of That Brown
Building Behind Us.
He Drives
A Black 4-Door,
California Plates,
Last 3 Numbers 506.
Hey, Listen, Next Time
You're Up All Night,
Feel Free To Call Me.
I'd Be More Than Happy
To Come Over
And Take Up The Slack.
Well, The Next Time
I'm Up At 3 A.M.,
I'll Remember
You Said That. Heh.
Uh-Oh.
Looks Like Our Guy.
Those 2 Look
Awful Chipper.
Not For Long.
I've Got Something...
Explosive In Mind.
Man: You Are Sure
This Place Is Safe?
Second Man: Hey,
It's Safe. Count On It.
Let's See The Stuff.
Here It Is,
10 Kilos, As Promised.
That's Tony Carbone.
That's The Hammer's
First Lieutenant.
There Must Be 8 Warrants
Out On That Guy.
I Thought He Was Hiding
In Mexico.
Yeah, The Hammer Must've
Have Brought Him Up
To Snuff Gatlen And Try
To Set Up Hunter.
Boy, There's Gonna Be
A Citation, That's For Sure,
Maybe Even A Medal.
Look, We Gotta Peg
The Backup Man.
Carbone Wouldn't Do
This Alone.
Dee Dee, There's
No One Else In There,
Unless They're Invisible.
We've Got To Move On This Now
While They're Concentrating
On The Merchandise.
I Hope This Is As Pure
As You Say It Is.
What Do You Think,
I'm Gonna Step On It?
Come On, Take It Easy.
Ok. This Is Good.
I'm In.
The Money.
Hold It Right There,
Carbone.
Don't Shoot.
Come On, Let's Get
To The Car.
[Dramatic Music Playing]
[Truck Honks]
We'd Better Get
An Ambulance
Before Hunter's
Only Hope Dies.
He Was Trying
To Get Away, Mccall.
This Is L-59.
I Need Paramedics
And A Tow Truck Right Away.
[Woman Laughs]
No More.
I Can't Take Any More.
That One Really
Got You, Didn't It?
I Got Some More.
Listen To This.
Give Me A Chance
To Catch My Breath.
Archie: Let's See.
What's Irish
And Sits Outside?
Patio Furniture.
[Both Laugh]
A Friend Of Mine Went
To See A Psychiatrist.
He Said, "Doc,
I Got A Problem.
"Sometimes I Feel
Like A Teepee,
And Sometimes
I Feel Like A Wigwam."
The Shrink Said,
"Oh, That's Easy.
You're Too Tense."
Get It, Too Tense,
2 Tents?
Hey, Did You Get
The Dust
From Between
The Cabinet Back There?
There Was This Guy.
The Most Important Thing
Was Being A Cop.
The Clerk Here,
She Don't Like Dust
Between The Cabinets.
Did We Get Her,
Or Did We Get Her?
Yeah, You Did
Real Good, Arch.
Dessert Time.
Dark Chocolate
With Roasted Almonds.
Or Is It "Ahmonds"?
How Do You Say That, Hunter?
Is It "Almonds" Or "Ahmonds"?
I Just Say Nuts, Arch.
Hey, Where'd You
Get The Book?
What Book?
The Life And Times
Of Sergeant Rick Hunter.
Is This Really
A Book About You?
No, Arch!
[Men Shouting]
[Alarm Rings]
Arch?
Archie?
Arch?
Get The Medics
And The Stretcher.
Come On. Come On,
Back Inside.
Come On,
Move, Move.
Where Does It Hurt?
You See This Little
Dimple Behind My Ear,
Next To My Neck?
Yeah.
That's The Only Place
That Doesn't Hurt.
So, What's The News?
We Nailed The Guy
That Killed Gatlen
And Set You Up.
You're Kidding.
Tony Carbone.
That Locks Right In,
Doesn't It?
That Guy's A Real Talent
At Second-Story Work.
While The Girl
Keeps Me Busy,
He Slipped In,
Grabbed My Gun,
And Wasted Gatlen.
Then Slipped Back In
And Replaced My Gun.
Yeah. That's The Way
It Would Figure.
So, When Are They
Springing Me?
Has Carbone Talked Yet?
Well, He Will As Soon
As He Gets The Tubes
Out Of His Throat.
We Were In Hot Pursuit,
And Gil Shot Out His Tires.
He's In Intensive Care.
Is He Gonna Make It?
Well, It's 50-50.
But Now That We Know
That Carbone
Was The Guy That Did It,
We Can Hopefully Retrace
His Steps Back To The Murder.
Gil's On Top Of It
Right Now.
The Guy Who Nearly
Killed My Only Chance
Is Working On This?
Look Under The Covers.
What's This?
A List Of All
The Phone Calls
That The Hammer And
His Bozos Made Recently.
It May Be Thin,
But I Think
One Of Those Numbers Might
Lead Us To Something.
Ok, I'll Check It Out.
Oh, I Almost Forgot.
I Brought You Something.
I Figure You Probably
Hadn't Had One Of These
In A While.
What's The Matter,
Not Enough Grease?
Thanks.
Look, Just Try
To Stay In This Place
For As Long As You Can.
At Least You Know
You're Safe In Here.
Yeah.
See Ya.
See You Later.
Now, When You
Leave Here, Man,
You're 150 Pounds
Of Dog Food.
You Knew Hunter Was Mine.
We Just Trying To Have
A Little Fun, Hammer.
Honest To God.
Gave Him A Jolt,
And Then Got Caught.
Where's Hunter Now?
Infirmary.
He's In The Infirmary.
We Just Winged Him.
What's Going On, Gil?
I've Tried To Call You
All Morning,
And Then I Get A Message
To Meet You Here.
What's This All About?
A Little Celebration
I Thought We Both Deserved.
Celebration For What?
Well, Dee Dee,
After All,
We Did Bust
A Pretty Big Drug Deal.
And Almost Lost
The Only Person
Who Could
Clear Hunter...
Who, By The Way,
Was Almost Killed
Last Night.
Hey, Take It Easy.
We've Got Carbone.
Some Poöté?
Carbone Is In A Coma.
And When He Does Wake Up
And Testifies,
Provided He Can
Remember His Name,
Hunter Could Be Dead.
Now, Look, I Got Some
Numbers Hunter Gave Me
We Ought To Look Up.
Look, Just Relax.
Everything's Gonna Be
All Right. I Promise.
You Promise?
Yes.
Just Relax,
Enjoy The Wine And Food.
Let's Savor The Victories
And Put This Other Stuff
On Hold.
I Think We Owe It
To Ourselves.
You Know, You're
Absolutely Right, Gil.
To The Start Of
A Wonderful Relationship.
Ohh!
Aah!
What's Wrong?
My Stomach, Man.
I Got Cramps, Real Bad.
I Wouldn't Want That To
Happen, Right, Hammer?
You've Gotta Live...
So We Can Execute You.
Come On, Man.
He's Hurting.
Would You Come On?
It's Driving Me Nuts.
[Groaning]
[Sighs] I'll Get
A Stretcher.
Dispatcher:
L-59, This Is Central.
Come In, Please. Over.
L-59, Mccall Here.
Over.
We Got Back Names
And Addresses
For Those
Phone Numbers. Over.
Shoot. Over.
The Problem Is
They're All Pay Phones
Except One. Over.
That's Clever,
Calling People
At Prearranged Times
At Phone Booths.
Ok. What About
The Other One? Over.
25012 Alameda.
The Rendezvous Bar. Over.
Excuse Me.
I'm Sergeant Dee Dee Mccall.
I'd Like To Ask You
A Few Questions
About Who Receives Calls
On Your Phone.
My Phone. Uh, Well,
I Guess We Get Calls
For Customers...
Sometimes.
And Employees...
Wrong Numbers,
Of Course.
Well, Who Does The Hammer
Or Tony Carbone Ask For
When They Call?
Excuse Me, Miss.
Halt! Police!
Halt! Police!
[Sobs]
Let Me Guess.
Your Shift Was Over,
And You Were In A Real
Big Hurry To Get Home.
It's A Pretty Good Match,
Wouldn't You Say?
I Don't Understand
What The Problem Is.
I Have The Woman.
She's Given Me A Sworn Statement
That She Was Involved
In A Conspiracy
To Convict Hunter.
Let's Get Him Out Of There.
You Know What
Your Problem Is, Mccall?
You've Been Partner
With That Rodeo Rider
For Too Long.
Now, You Don't Seem
To Recall,
But We've Got A System.
And I Run That System.
Now, Sometimes
It's Slow,
Sometimes It Gets Bogged
Down In Red Tape,
But It Exists And
We Have To Work With It.
Now, These Things
Take Time.
How Long?
First We Have
To Locate A Judge.
He Has To Review
The Girl's Confession.
Then We Have To Get
Papers Signed.
Look, These Chicken Salad Cases
And Busted Cars
Are One Thing,
But We Got A Cop In The Joint.
And All This Red Tape
And Antiquated Systems
Are Not Gonna Sit Well With Me
If Hunter Winds Up Dead.
So Why Don't You
Pick Up That Phone,
You Dig Up Some Judge
Who's The Closest Thing
To A Friend You Can Find,
And Kick This Thing
In Motion?!
Mccall, I Hear You're Still
Looking For A New Partner.
Not Anymore, Bernie.
Really? Who's
The Lucky Guy?
Rick Hunter.
You Planning On
Going To Jail, Too?
Why Don't You Save
Your Jokes For Tomorrow
When Hunter
Comes Back, Hmm?
Mccall, Just Tell Him
I Was Doing My Job.
Just Doing My Job.
Oh, My Stomach. Ohh!
Ooh! Stomach! Aah.
Shouldn't You Take Care
Of That Guy Over There?
He Sounds Like A Wounded
Water Buffalo.
Nope. I Can Tell What's
Wrong With Him From Here.
How's That?
He Put Cigarette Ashes
Into His Coffee,
And Then He Drinks It,
Makes Him Sick To Death,
But It Passes.
Then He Gets Out Of Max
For A While.
There, You're All Set.
I'll Change Them Again
Tomorrow Morning.
Yeah. Thanks, Doc.
[Hammer Moans]
Aah!
I'm Sergeant Dee Dee Mccall.
I Have An Order
From Judge William Prescott
To Release Rick Hunter.
[Grunting]
Hey, Habeas Corpus.
Guess Who's A Free Man.
Works For Me.
Bet You Thought You'd
Never See That Again.
It Was Beginning
To Cross My Mind.
Especially After You Got
Teamed Up With Don Juan.
Heh. Well, Fortunately,
I Managed To Get Rid
Of Him In Time.
So, Where Is He These Days,
Looking For New Partners?
Probably Out Getting
His Pants Dry Cleaned.
What?
Never Mind.
Ok, Hunter,
So, Where's The New Car?
Captain Said He Was
Going To Issue You One.
It Should Be Parked
Right In Front Of The...
Motor Pool.
I Don't Believe This.
I Mean, Where Do They
Get These?
It Looks Like It Went
Through A Fire Bombing.
I Nearly Get Killed
In Prison.
The Guy Doesn't Have
The Decency
To Give Me A Car
That Runs.
Well, Now,
I Wouldn't Say That.
Just Because It Doesn't
Have A Back End...
That's It.
What?
I'm Gonna Go Back Up There
And Make This Jackass
Give Me A New Car.
Oh, Come On, Hunter.
Do It Tomorrow.
Let's Go Have Dinner.
I Don't Want
To Have Dinner.
Well, What Do You
Want To Do,
Go Home And Sit By
The Tv And Be Depressed?
Hi. I'm Having
Some Car Trouble.
Could You Help Me Out
Or Show Me A Phone
So I Can Call
The Auto Club?
Oh, No.
Come On, Mccall.
Let's Go Get That Dinner.