Hunter (1984–1991): Season 4, Episode 12 - Renegade - full transcript
When Hunter investigates a drug ring, his ex-partner, Frank Garriman, becomes a suspect in the murder of the dealers.
Hey, Bobby, what's going on?
Bobby!
Gets his mother shot
to save his own skin?
Stuck a gun in their faces and
took off with the entire load.
Relax.
There's plenty more
where that came from.
Man, if Paco finds out you
ripped him off, you're dead.
I want him to tell me who
the men were that shot my wife.
Yeah, I'll be there looking
through that little window
to see how long you
can hold your breath.
Bobby.
Bobby!
What is...
Hey, what are you doing in my...
Frank!
Get out!
Get out!
Send an ambulance
to 7865 Lupine.
My wife's been shot.
So the guy takes the duck.
He puts it on top of the bar.
And he says to the
bartender, hey,
I don't care what you say about
me, but nobody insults my duck.
Don't you get it?
Nobody insults my duck?
Well, the last time
I heard that joke,
the guy pulled a chihuahua
out of his pocket.
Bring the chihuahua?
It doesn't work with a dog.
Hunter, can I see you a minute?
What'd you do now?
I don't know.
I'll find out.
Charlie, what's up?
I had a report of a shooting
at Frank Garriman's house.
What?
Two men broke
in and shot Arnice.
She's in surgery right now.
It doesn't look good.
Oh, my god.
What happened to Frank?
Well, he took a nasty blow on
the head, but he's all right.
I don't know all the details.
Looks like they were
after Frank's son.
Now, look, I'm going to give
you an option on this one.
Do you want this case, or should
I give it to someone else?
I want it.
I want it.
What hospital's Arnice in?
Uh, Wilshire Memorial.
Thanks.
Thanks, Charlie.
She just got out of surgery.
They don't know if she's
going to live or not.
Any chance you can
reassign the investigation?
I'm on the case, Frank.
You feel like
talking to me at all?
No.
But you need the
information, so let's...
Let's just do it.
Yeah.
I got a good look at him
when I tried to stop him.
You have any idea at all, Frank,
why they were after Bobby?
Some rotten mess
he's got himself into.
And then he tried
to shake them off
by running through the
house and then getting
away in one of our cars.
That's a great kid I
got there, huh, Hunter?
He gets his mother shot
to save his own skin?
Frank, come on.
Bobby didn't know that
was going to happen.
He didn't give a
damn what happened.
I hope they find him,
and I hope they kill him.
You don't mean that, Frank.
Come on.
The hell I don't, pal.
Frank, the law will
take care of Bobby.
Understand that.
I'm on this case, and I
promise you on my friendship,
I'll find him.
OK.
Just relax, huh?
Yeah.
Dr. Marler,
please call the operator.
Dr. Marler, please
call the operator.
This is Lincoln-56.
Patch me through to
Lincoln-57, please.
One moment, please.
Go ahead, Sergeant.
McCall, what do you got?
A neighbor across the street got
the license plate of the car
that was chasing Frank's son...
Registered to the La Guajira
restaurant corporation.
R&I says that
narcotics detail has
the place under investigation.
And Jeff Wadsworth has
control of the operation.
Yeah, I'll check with Wadsworth.
Thanks a lot.
Lincoln-56 clear.
You set up the
deal and said it was safe.
If I'd have shown up
two minutes sooner,
he'd have taken me for
$5 million in cash.
What is your problem?
You come out of it clean.
I came out of it with nothing.
My housemen got to have
more than air to stick
up their customers' noses.
There's plenty more
where that came from, huh?
You better hope so, Paco.
Lieutenant Wadsworth is here.
He got another narc with him.
Take off, Roberto.
Ah, Lieutenant Wadsworth,
so good to see you again.
I will have a table
reserved for you
and your friend,
compliments of the house.
We didn't come to
read the menu, Paco.
This is Sergeant Hunter.
He's from homicide.
I haven't seen you
sweat for a while,
so I thought I'd
introduce you two.
Homicide, huh?
What do you want?
A woman was shot this
morning in her home
by two men driving
a black Chrysler
registered to this joint.
Ah, that car was
stolen last night
from behind my restaurant.
Did you report it
missing like I told you?
Um, no.
I forgot, jefe.
Get on it, now.
Listen, Paco, your butt's
in a sling on this one.
We also have a witness and a
description of the two killers.
So?
What are you bothering me for?
I run a legitimate business.
What would I know about
a couple of car thieves?
Paco, nothing about
you is legitimate,
and I'll just bet those
two punks work for you.
I don't have to listen to this.
Come on, Paco, this isn't
a drug bust you're facing.
This is the big time... homicide.
The woman isn't
expected to live.
So give us some help.
Two of your goons screwed up.
Does that mean you
have to take the fall?
All we want are their names.
Talk to my lawyer.
I got nothing to say.
Paco, if that woman dies, you're
going right to the gashouse.
You understand that?
Don't threaten me.
And I'll be there looking
through that little window
to see how long you
can hold your breath.
OK.
Bust me, or get the
hell out of here.
Now!
Simmer down, Paco.
He's just telling it like it is.
Think it over.
If you change your
mind, give me a call.
Come on, Rick.
Get ahold of Chico and Arturo.
Tell them to ditch the car and
stay the hell out of sight.
They're going home.
Now, listen to me, Elizabeth.
Lock all the doors, and
don't let anybody in here.
And whatever you do,
don't leave this house.
It's been a long time, Frank.
Yeah, Sporty.
Good to see you.
How you been?
Uh, tell me about Arnice.
Is she going to be OK?
Arnice is on life support.
You know, it just
doesn't seem fair, man.
She's one of the
sweetest, kindest people
I have ever known.
If there is anything that I
can do, please lay it on me.
Sporty, I got a
favor to ask you.
I want you to find Bobby for me.
Uh, the police are looking
for him already, right?
That's right.
They are.
So, uh, why, uh, me?
Because he's hiding
out some place, and you
got ways of finding out where.
Listen, I'm not
asking you to violate
the law or anything like that.
I just want Bobby to tell me who
the men are that shot my wife,
and then I'm going to turn
him over to the police.
Yeah, yeah, I
understand, now, Frank.
But you know, I get these weird
vibrations that if I find Bobby
and let you know where
he is, man, that we
both are going to regret it.
Sporty, let me
ask you something.
If you loved a woman more
than you loved your own life
and then two animals
come into your house
and then shoot her down,
I mean, wouldn't you
want to do something about it?
Yes, I would.
But I would pray
to God that I had
a friend who would talk some
sense into me before I did.
And as your friend, I'm giving
you the best advice I got.
Go home, Frank.
Say a prayer for Arnice, and let
the police take care of Bobby.
Believe me, man, I know.
I've been there.
Yeah, OK.
Thanks, Sporty.
I'll... I'll see you around.
Uh, Frank, you are
going home, aren't you?
It's not a home, Sporty.
It's just me... just me
and some empty rooms.
You sure about that?
OK.
No, I owe you one.
Thanks.
Any luck?
Paco Reyes sent a couple
of men on a cocaine delivery.
Before the buyer arrived,
Frank Garriman's no-good son
showed up, stuck a
gun in their faces,
and took off with
the entire load.
Got any names on
the delivery men?
Nothing yet.
What about the buyer?
Roberto Sanchez, your
friendly neighborhood
cocaine distributor.
Guy rakes in more
bucks in a week
than I'll make in a lifetime.
OK.
I want to see everything
that narco's got
on Reyes and Roberto Sanchez.
Let's shake up the
computer, see what falls out.
Kirby, in two years flat,
I'm going to be reading
about myself in this magazine.
Hey, hey, ha, ha.
Hey, good to see
you, Sergeant Hunter.
Hi, Kirby.
Hmm.
Look a mite scuffed up today.
Uh, Kirby, the Sergeant and
I have a high-level conference
on the front burner,
so why don't you take
a little walk around the block?
Yes, sir.
A long block and a slow walk.
See you later, Sergeant.
See you, Kirby.
What have you got?
What I've got is a whole
lot of worry's what I got.
I just had a visit with a mutual
friend of ours, Frank Garriman.
Uh, he's looking
for Bobby, right?
He's... well, he says that
he just wants to know who
the men are who shot Arnice.
But Hunter, I have
this ugly feeling, man,
that as soon as he catches
up with Bobby, man,
he's gonna kill him.
Look, Sporty, you've got to get
everybody you know on the
street looking for Bobby,
you understand?
Yeah, well, I got the word
out just as soon as Frank
got done talking to me.
But man, until I get results,
Hunter, you can do me a favor,
man.
Please talk to Frank, man.
I mean, like, you were
his partner, right?
- Right.
- He'll listen to you, right?
I'll go by Frank's house.
You let me know if you hear
anything on Bobby at all...
I mean, rumors, anything.
You got it?
Instantly, man.
But please, talk to
Frank and cool him out.
You got it.
Thanks.
Hello?
Pop, it's me, Bobby.
Bobby, where the hell are you?
Don't be mad.
I'm sorry about the car.
You'll get it back.
Your mother's in the
hospital, shot by two killers
that you brought
into this house,
and you talk to me about a car?
They shot Mama?
I didn't know.
And of all the places
you could have gone,
you had to bring them here.
Damn.
- I was scared.
I didn't know what to do.
They were after me.
They're going to kill me, Papa.
Papa, please.
You gotta get me out of this.
Where are you?
The car ran out of gas
at that old warehouse
on Prospect and 120th.
That's where I'll be.
All right.
I'll be there.
But you gotta do
something for me first.
Who were the men that
shot your mother?
I only know their first names...
Chico and Arturo.
They work for Paco Reyes.
Look, Pop, I gotta
get off the street.
How... how soon are
you going to be here?
I'll be there in 20 minutes.
Papa, is Mama going to be OK?
Papa?
Frank!
This is Lincoln-56.
Patch me through to
McCall or headquarters.
WOMAN: Stand by, L-56.
Homicide, McCall.
Grab a writing utensil.
I got one.
Go.
I want you to
put out an APB stop
and hold on Frank Garriman.
He's probably driving a
silver Volare registered
to either him or Arnice.
I don't know the
license plate number.
You'll have to find that.
- OK.
Mary?
- Got it.
- It's going out right now.
What's happening?
I'll tell you when I pick
you up in about 10 minutes.
Lincoln-56 out.
WOMAN: All units
be on alert for a
silver Plymouth Volare,
1 Peter Charles Edward 379.
What's the deal on Frank's APB?
Nothing.
Dispatch will give us a
call if they find anything.
L-56, come in please.
Lincoln-56, go.
Regarding your warrant
on the silver Plymouth
Volare, a patrol unit has
found the vehicle, no driver.
They're code 6 at
23rd and Industry.
Lincoln-56, we're rolling on it.
Clear.
We got a couple
of partial prints
on the murder weapon,
but they're not defined.
I'll have to take
it back to the lab,
use the laser to see
if it belongs to Frank.
OK.
Now, look, Reuben, if they
don't belong to Frank,
I want you to hit the computer.
I want you to find
a match quick.
You got it.
Dee Dee.
See you.
We have to take
Frank in, you know?
Yeah, I know.
Let me, uh... let me talk to him.
Reuben's got some prints off
the murder weapon, Frank.
He's going to run
them through the lab.
They're not mine, Hunter.
I found Bobby lying there, dead.
Frank, I know you
didn't kill Bobby.
But you know how it works.
Till I get the report back
from the lab, I gotta hold you.
Might be... might
be better if you did.
Hunter, the same two guys
who shot Arnice killed Bobby.
And if you want to
keep them alive,
pal, you better lock me up.
Let me tell you
something, Frank.
You go after those
two guys by yourself,
you're gonna wind up dead.
You understand me?
Hunter, they shot my wife,
and they killed my son!
And I'm not going to
rest until those guys
are off the streets for good!
You understand that?
That's not your job,
Frank, and you know that.
That's our job.
Why didn't you call me after
you got the call from Bobby?
I could have had a black and
white out here in two minutes.
If you'd have acted
like the good cop
that I know you are
instead of a vigilante,
Bobby might be alive, Frank.
You gotta help me.
OK, OK, OK.
Bobby said the two
guys who were after him
were called Chico and Arturo.
They worked for some guy
by the name of Paco Reyes.
Yeah, what else can you tell me?
Bobby had a girlfriend.
Her name was Elizabeth...
About the same age as Bobby.
But she works as a
hairdresser in Westwood.
Have the vehicle
taken to impound,
and have it checked for prints.
L-56 out.
Thanks.
A patrol unit found our
suspect Chrysler abandoned.
Good.
Come on.
We've got to find a hairdresser.
A hairdresser?
Bobby?
Now, where is it?
Where's what?
Now, you know what
we're looking for.
Where is it?
No, I swear to God, I don't.
I don't got time to mess around.
Where is it?
- Ah!
I don't know!
I don't know!
Please!
Please!
You're hurting me.
Please.
No!
I'm looking for a hairdresser
whose name is Elizabeth... black
girl, about 19 or 20 years old.
Reuben, that is fantastic news.
Thank you very, very much.
Hunter, Captain
wants to see you.
Any other suspect would
have had a murder charge
filed against him by now.
Now, you're playing favorites,
and I don't like it.
Come in.
Hunter, Commander
Stone wants to know
why we haven't filed a murder
charge against Frank Garriman.
He's not guilty.
Oh, is that the case?
Or is it because Garriman
used to be your partner?
No.
We just don't have
enough evidence on Frank.
You have all the evidence
you need, Sergeant.
I'm not here for a debate.
Now, file that charge,
or I'm gonna turn
this little problem over to IA.
If that's what you
want, we'll do that.
However, the
district attorney is
going to wonder why
we're charging Frank when
the fingerprints found
on the murder weapon
belong to Chico Gomez.
Now, Gomez is one of
the prime suspects
in the Garriman shooting.
Why wasn't I informed of this?
We just got the report.
That's good news.
That's great news.
Well, the Department
doesn't have to worry
about bad press on this one.
No, I guess it won't.
Good work, Hunter.
I'll be in touch.
Frank still in the lock-up?
Yeah.
I'll kick him loose.
I think I may have found her.
Her full name is
Elizabeth Childs.
She's got a boyfriend that
matches Bobby's description,
and she didn't
come to work today.
She called in sick.
- You get a home address on her?
- Uh-huh.
Wadsworth is going
to meet us there.
Great.
Why don't you go
around the back?
We'll take the front.
Jeff, you in?
Yeah.
Nothing in back.
You think they got
what they were looking for?
Yeah.
Just once, I'd like to beat
these bastards to the punch.
Hunter!
She's alive.
Send an ambulance to
1661 North Hollister, please.
Make it fast.
Not exactly gold medal winners
in the brains department.
They left prints all over
Elizabeth Childs' place.
I got an ID on Chico
Gomez's partner.
Arturo Hidalgo?
Organized is running
a records check on him.
They should have something
for you within the hour.
Lab.
He's right here.
Mr. Arnold James.
Go.
Look, I'll give you
the... the bad news first.
I got nothing on the guys
who work for Pablo Reyes.
Man, the people on the
street don't want to know
anything about those two.
- What's the good news?
A couple of professional
ladies of my acquaintance have
been doing some specialized
work for Se or Paco, and I do
not mean cooking and cleaning.
It seems that Se or Reyes has
a party house up in the hills
off Encinal Road in Malibu.
Jeff, you know anything
about a party house Reyes
keeps out in Malibu Canyon?
No.
What do you got?
Let's take a ride.
Why don't you walk
around the side?
I'll go around the back.
Hunter?
Yeah, I'm here, Jeff.
Nice, tight pattern.
Shooter knows how to use a gun.
Check this out.
Yeah, this is Sergeant Hunter.
Give me Sergeant McCall
in homicide, please.
.38.
Frank Garriman
still carries his .38.
Homicide, McCall.
Yeah, McCall.
When did Frank Garriman
get kicked loose?
A couple hours ago.
Well, you better get
Barney and Reuben over here
to 809 Vista Mar Road, Malibu.
We got two dead bodies for him.
Also, I think you better put
out an APB and a murder warrant
on Frank Garriman.
God, you don't think he
did the killing, do you?
I hope not.
I'm about a half hour away.
I'll... I'll pick you up.
Go ahead.
I'll wait for the lab boys.
Uh.
The investigation
continues into the shooting
deaths of two murder suspects
at a home in Malibu Hills.
Police are looking
for Frank Garriman,
a retired metro PD officer, in
connection with the slayings.
Ironically, Garriman was
once one of the top homicide
detectives on the force.
The city council today voted to
extend its ban on parking in...
It's, like, every
Saturday night.
I'm standing there, thinking...
We'll pick it up later.
What's the news on Frank's APB?
Nothing.
I put out an APB
on Paco Reyes, too.
I don't have anything
on him yet, either.
Well, if Frank finds Paco
Reyes, he's going to kill him.
Let's get out of here.
I thought you wanted to deal.
Put the guns away.
Come out where I can see you.
Everybody relax.
You're a stinking cop.
This is entrapment.
No way you can bust me.
Did you bring the money?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'm talking
about the pure-grade coke
Bobby Garriman ripped off.
I took it from two
of Paco Reyes' boys.
They resisted arrest,
so I blew them away.
There I was in a house with
two dead murder suspects
and a suitcase full of coke...
$5 million worth.
So for the first time,
I gave in to temptation.
You gotta be loco.
Man, if Paco finds out you
ripped him off, you're dead.
If Reyes comes
after me, I'll kill him.
Go ahead.
Give him a call.
Tell him where we are.
I'll take care of
him right here.
I looked for
him after you called.
He's hiding out.
Then there's no reason to tell
him about our little deal...
Unless you're afraid of him.
If I was scared of
Reyes, I wouldn't be here.
Good.
Now, all we have left
is one little problem.
If we're going to do
business, we can't do
it pointing guns at each other.
So either we put 'em away, or I
walk out and deal with someone
else.
OK.
Somebody's gotta
trust somebody, right?
Now it's your move.
Let's see what you got.
You first.
Sure.
There's no law against
carrying money around.
What do you got for me?
Check it out.
And all the time, I thought
you was Mr. Law and Order.
You know how many times
I've found myself
staring at a suitcase
full of unmarked bills?
It can really get to
you after a while.
So I decided to shoot the moon.
Hey, man,
welcome to the real world.
Maybe we do business again, huh?
This is a
one-time-only deal, pal.
Stay cool, and everybody
walks out of here alive.
You'll be back.
When cops get a taste of big
money, they always want more.
Freeze, police!
Drop it right there, Sanchez!
Very slowly, put
it on the ground.
Move!
Call an ambulance!
Cuff him, Ray.
He's clean.
You have the
right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say
can and will be used against
you in the court of law.
You have the right to
speak with an attorney
and to have the attorney
present during questioning.
If you...
Or cannot afford one,
an attorney will be appointed...
Take it easy, Jeff.
You're gonna be all right.
Rick, um, all that money.
I didn't mean...
I know.
I didn't mean to...
We got an ambulance
coming for you.
It's too late.
WOMAN: 13-V-20, 13-V-20,
go to 23.
My lawyer'll
have me out in an hour.
Yeah?
We got two counts of
murder on you now.
Two?
Now, what are you talking about?
Wadsworth, and we're going
to push for an accessory
in the Bobby Garriman killing.
That wasn't me.
That was Paco Reyes.
Cut me a deal, and
I'll give him to you.
You tell me where he is,
and I'll talk deal later.
He has a condo over in Catalina.
He hides there when
things get too hot.
OK.
Ray, get him out of here.
Frank, you've been a great help.
Thanks.
Well, I figured you
could use some help,
even though I'm a bit rusty.
You still got the old moves.
Thank you, partner.
OK.
Listen, I'm going to
get up to the hospital.
But call me if you
get that Paco Reyes.
Got it.
Thanks.
Got a chopper waiting
to take us to Catalina.
Great.
Volunteer to main lobby.
Volunteer to main lobby.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Arnice Garriman.
Hunter.
Frank.
She recognized me.
She came out of it
about an hour ago,
and she even called my name.
The doctor said that she's going
to be all right, thank god.
Wonderful.
Good man.
Listen, McCall and I
brought Arnice some flowers.
Well, this is mighty
nice of you and McCall.
But she can't have any
flowers in her room just yet.
ICU has got these
special orders.
Well, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you take her
some good news, instead?
We got Reyes.
He's going up on arraignment
for murder one tomorrow.
Good.
Well, why don't you,
uh, get back in there
and visit with Arnice?
We'll come back and talk
with you a little bit later.
Thanks.
And I'll tell her how
you stopped around.
Thanks to both of you.
You're welcome, Frank.
Shame about those flowers.
What do you mean?
Well, it just is a shame
that they have to go to waste,
you know?
What do you mean, go to waste?
I mean... well, yeah,
I guess they would.
Well, I have a really nice
cut crystal vase at home.
And they would just be...
Be perfect in that.
Yeah, they would.
You're right.
OK.
I'll follow you back to your
house, pick up the vase.
Thanks.
Bobby!
Gets his mother shot
to save his own skin?
Stuck a gun in their faces and
took off with the entire load.
Relax.
There's plenty more
where that came from.
Man, if Paco finds out you
ripped him off, you're dead.
I want him to tell me who
the men were that shot my wife.
Yeah, I'll be there looking
through that little window
to see how long you
can hold your breath.
Bobby.
Bobby!
What is...
Hey, what are you doing in my...
Frank!
Get out!
Get out!
Send an ambulance
to 7865 Lupine.
My wife's been shot.
So the guy takes the duck.
He puts it on top of the bar.
And he says to the
bartender, hey,
I don't care what you say about
me, but nobody insults my duck.
Don't you get it?
Nobody insults my duck?
Well, the last time
I heard that joke,
the guy pulled a chihuahua
out of his pocket.
Bring the chihuahua?
It doesn't work with a dog.
Hunter, can I see you a minute?
What'd you do now?
I don't know.
I'll find out.
Charlie, what's up?
I had a report of a shooting
at Frank Garriman's house.
What?
Two men broke
in and shot Arnice.
She's in surgery right now.
It doesn't look good.
Oh, my god.
What happened to Frank?
Well, he took a nasty blow on
the head, but he's all right.
I don't know all the details.
Looks like they were
after Frank's son.
Now, look, I'm going to give
you an option on this one.
Do you want this case, or should
I give it to someone else?
I want it.
I want it.
What hospital's Arnice in?
Uh, Wilshire Memorial.
Thanks.
Thanks, Charlie.
She just got out of surgery.
They don't know if she's
going to live or not.
Any chance you can
reassign the investigation?
I'm on the case, Frank.
You feel like
talking to me at all?
No.
But you need the
information, so let's...
Let's just do it.
Yeah.
I got a good look at him
when I tried to stop him.
You have any idea at all, Frank,
why they were after Bobby?
Some rotten mess
he's got himself into.
And then he tried
to shake them off
by running through the
house and then getting
away in one of our cars.
That's a great kid I
got there, huh, Hunter?
He gets his mother shot
to save his own skin?
Frank, come on.
Bobby didn't know that
was going to happen.
He didn't give a
damn what happened.
I hope they find him,
and I hope they kill him.
You don't mean that, Frank.
Come on.
The hell I don't, pal.
Frank, the law will
take care of Bobby.
Understand that.
I'm on this case, and I
promise you on my friendship,
I'll find him.
OK.
Just relax, huh?
Yeah.
Dr. Marler,
please call the operator.
Dr. Marler, please
call the operator.
This is Lincoln-56.
Patch me through to
Lincoln-57, please.
One moment, please.
Go ahead, Sergeant.
McCall, what do you got?
A neighbor across the street got
the license plate of the car
that was chasing Frank's son...
Registered to the La Guajira
restaurant corporation.
R&I says that
narcotics detail has
the place under investigation.
And Jeff Wadsworth has
control of the operation.
Yeah, I'll check with Wadsworth.
Thanks a lot.
Lincoln-56 clear.
You set up the
deal and said it was safe.
If I'd have shown up
two minutes sooner,
he'd have taken me for
$5 million in cash.
What is your problem?
You come out of it clean.
I came out of it with nothing.
My housemen got to have
more than air to stick
up their customers' noses.
There's plenty more
where that came from, huh?
You better hope so, Paco.
Lieutenant Wadsworth is here.
He got another narc with him.
Take off, Roberto.
Ah, Lieutenant Wadsworth,
so good to see you again.
I will have a table
reserved for you
and your friend,
compliments of the house.
We didn't come to
read the menu, Paco.
This is Sergeant Hunter.
He's from homicide.
I haven't seen you
sweat for a while,
so I thought I'd
introduce you two.
Homicide, huh?
What do you want?
A woman was shot this
morning in her home
by two men driving
a black Chrysler
registered to this joint.
Ah, that car was
stolen last night
from behind my restaurant.
Did you report it
missing like I told you?
Um, no.
I forgot, jefe.
Get on it, now.
Listen, Paco, your butt's
in a sling on this one.
We also have a witness and a
description of the two killers.
So?
What are you bothering me for?
I run a legitimate business.
What would I know about
a couple of car thieves?
Paco, nothing about
you is legitimate,
and I'll just bet those
two punks work for you.
I don't have to listen to this.
Come on, Paco, this isn't
a drug bust you're facing.
This is the big time... homicide.
The woman isn't
expected to live.
So give us some help.
Two of your goons screwed up.
Does that mean you
have to take the fall?
All we want are their names.
Talk to my lawyer.
I got nothing to say.
Paco, if that woman dies, you're
going right to the gashouse.
You understand that?
Don't threaten me.
And I'll be there looking
through that little window
to see how long you
can hold your breath.
OK.
Bust me, or get the
hell out of here.
Now!
Simmer down, Paco.
He's just telling it like it is.
Think it over.
If you change your
mind, give me a call.
Come on, Rick.
Get ahold of Chico and Arturo.
Tell them to ditch the car and
stay the hell out of sight.
They're going home.
Now, listen to me, Elizabeth.
Lock all the doors, and
don't let anybody in here.
And whatever you do,
don't leave this house.
It's been a long time, Frank.
Yeah, Sporty.
Good to see you.
How you been?
Uh, tell me about Arnice.
Is she going to be OK?
Arnice is on life support.
You know, it just
doesn't seem fair, man.
She's one of the
sweetest, kindest people
I have ever known.
If there is anything that I
can do, please lay it on me.
Sporty, I got a
favor to ask you.
I want you to find Bobby for me.
Uh, the police are looking
for him already, right?
That's right.
They are.
So, uh, why, uh, me?
Because he's hiding
out some place, and you
got ways of finding out where.
Listen, I'm not
asking you to violate
the law or anything like that.
I just want Bobby to tell me who
the men are that shot my wife,
and then I'm going to turn
him over to the police.
Yeah, yeah, I
understand, now, Frank.
But you know, I get these weird
vibrations that if I find Bobby
and let you know where
he is, man, that we
both are going to regret it.
Sporty, let me
ask you something.
If you loved a woman more
than you loved your own life
and then two animals
come into your house
and then shoot her down,
I mean, wouldn't you
want to do something about it?
Yes, I would.
But I would pray
to God that I had
a friend who would talk some
sense into me before I did.
And as your friend, I'm giving
you the best advice I got.
Go home, Frank.
Say a prayer for Arnice, and let
the police take care of Bobby.
Believe me, man, I know.
I've been there.
Yeah, OK.
Thanks, Sporty.
I'll... I'll see you around.
Uh, Frank, you are
going home, aren't you?
It's not a home, Sporty.
It's just me... just me
and some empty rooms.
You sure about that?
OK.
No, I owe you one.
Thanks.
Any luck?
Paco Reyes sent a couple
of men on a cocaine delivery.
Before the buyer arrived,
Frank Garriman's no-good son
showed up, stuck a
gun in their faces,
and took off with
the entire load.
Got any names on
the delivery men?
Nothing yet.
What about the buyer?
Roberto Sanchez, your
friendly neighborhood
cocaine distributor.
Guy rakes in more
bucks in a week
than I'll make in a lifetime.
OK.
I want to see everything
that narco's got
on Reyes and Roberto Sanchez.
Let's shake up the
computer, see what falls out.
Kirby, in two years flat,
I'm going to be reading
about myself in this magazine.
Hey, hey, ha, ha.
Hey, good to see
you, Sergeant Hunter.
Hi, Kirby.
Hmm.
Look a mite scuffed up today.
Uh, Kirby, the Sergeant and
I have a high-level conference
on the front burner,
so why don't you take
a little walk around the block?
Yes, sir.
A long block and a slow walk.
See you later, Sergeant.
See you, Kirby.
What have you got?
What I've got is a whole
lot of worry's what I got.
I just had a visit with a mutual
friend of ours, Frank Garriman.
Uh, he's looking
for Bobby, right?
He's... well, he says that
he just wants to know who
the men are who shot Arnice.
But Hunter, I have
this ugly feeling, man,
that as soon as he catches
up with Bobby, man,
he's gonna kill him.
Look, Sporty, you've got to get
everybody you know on the
street looking for Bobby,
you understand?
Yeah, well, I got the word
out just as soon as Frank
got done talking to me.
But man, until I get results,
Hunter, you can do me a favor,
man.
Please talk to Frank, man.
I mean, like, you were
his partner, right?
- Right.
- He'll listen to you, right?
I'll go by Frank's house.
You let me know if you hear
anything on Bobby at all...
I mean, rumors, anything.
You got it?
Instantly, man.
But please, talk to
Frank and cool him out.
You got it.
Thanks.
Hello?
Pop, it's me, Bobby.
Bobby, where the hell are you?
Don't be mad.
I'm sorry about the car.
You'll get it back.
Your mother's in the
hospital, shot by two killers
that you brought
into this house,
and you talk to me about a car?
They shot Mama?
I didn't know.
And of all the places
you could have gone,
you had to bring them here.
Damn.
- I was scared.
I didn't know what to do.
They were after me.
They're going to kill me, Papa.
Papa, please.
You gotta get me out of this.
Where are you?
The car ran out of gas
at that old warehouse
on Prospect and 120th.
That's where I'll be.
All right.
I'll be there.
But you gotta do
something for me first.
Who were the men that
shot your mother?
I only know their first names...
Chico and Arturo.
They work for Paco Reyes.
Look, Pop, I gotta
get off the street.
How... how soon are
you going to be here?
I'll be there in 20 minutes.
Papa, is Mama going to be OK?
Papa?
Frank!
This is Lincoln-56.
Patch me through to
McCall or headquarters.
WOMAN: Stand by, L-56.
Homicide, McCall.
Grab a writing utensil.
I got one.
Go.
I want you to
put out an APB stop
and hold on Frank Garriman.
He's probably driving a
silver Volare registered
to either him or Arnice.
I don't know the
license plate number.
You'll have to find that.
- OK.
Mary?
- Got it.
- It's going out right now.
What's happening?
I'll tell you when I pick
you up in about 10 minutes.
Lincoln-56 out.
WOMAN: All units
be on alert for a
silver Plymouth Volare,
1 Peter Charles Edward 379.
What's the deal on Frank's APB?
Nothing.
Dispatch will give us a
call if they find anything.
L-56, come in please.
Lincoln-56, go.
Regarding your warrant
on the silver Plymouth
Volare, a patrol unit has
found the vehicle, no driver.
They're code 6 at
23rd and Industry.
Lincoln-56, we're rolling on it.
Clear.
We got a couple
of partial prints
on the murder weapon,
but they're not defined.
I'll have to take
it back to the lab,
use the laser to see
if it belongs to Frank.
OK.
Now, look, Reuben, if they
don't belong to Frank,
I want you to hit the computer.
I want you to find
a match quick.
You got it.
Dee Dee.
See you.
We have to take
Frank in, you know?
Yeah, I know.
Let me, uh... let me talk to him.
Reuben's got some prints off
the murder weapon, Frank.
He's going to run
them through the lab.
They're not mine, Hunter.
I found Bobby lying there, dead.
Frank, I know you
didn't kill Bobby.
But you know how it works.
Till I get the report back
from the lab, I gotta hold you.
Might be... might
be better if you did.
Hunter, the same two guys
who shot Arnice killed Bobby.
And if you want to
keep them alive,
pal, you better lock me up.
Let me tell you
something, Frank.
You go after those
two guys by yourself,
you're gonna wind up dead.
You understand me?
Hunter, they shot my wife,
and they killed my son!
And I'm not going to
rest until those guys
are off the streets for good!
You understand that?
That's not your job,
Frank, and you know that.
That's our job.
Why didn't you call me after
you got the call from Bobby?
I could have had a black and
white out here in two minutes.
If you'd have acted
like the good cop
that I know you are
instead of a vigilante,
Bobby might be alive, Frank.
You gotta help me.
OK, OK, OK.
Bobby said the two
guys who were after him
were called Chico and Arturo.
They worked for some guy
by the name of Paco Reyes.
Yeah, what else can you tell me?
Bobby had a girlfriend.
Her name was Elizabeth...
About the same age as Bobby.
But she works as a
hairdresser in Westwood.
Have the vehicle
taken to impound,
and have it checked for prints.
L-56 out.
Thanks.
A patrol unit found our
suspect Chrysler abandoned.
Good.
Come on.
We've got to find a hairdresser.
A hairdresser?
Bobby?
Now, where is it?
Where's what?
Now, you know what
we're looking for.
Where is it?
No, I swear to God, I don't.
I don't got time to mess around.
Where is it?
- Ah!
I don't know!
I don't know!
Please!
Please!
You're hurting me.
Please.
No!
I'm looking for a hairdresser
whose name is Elizabeth... black
girl, about 19 or 20 years old.
Reuben, that is fantastic news.
Thank you very, very much.
Hunter, Captain
wants to see you.
Any other suspect would
have had a murder charge
filed against him by now.
Now, you're playing favorites,
and I don't like it.
Come in.
Hunter, Commander
Stone wants to know
why we haven't filed a murder
charge against Frank Garriman.
He's not guilty.
Oh, is that the case?
Or is it because Garriman
used to be your partner?
No.
We just don't have
enough evidence on Frank.
You have all the evidence
you need, Sergeant.
I'm not here for a debate.
Now, file that charge,
or I'm gonna turn
this little problem over to IA.
If that's what you
want, we'll do that.
However, the
district attorney is
going to wonder why
we're charging Frank when
the fingerprints found
on the murder weapon
belong to Chico Gomez.
Now, Gomez is one of
the prime suspects
in the Garriman shooting.
Why wasn't I informed of this?
We just got the report.
That's good news.
That's great news.
Well, the Department
doesn't have to worry
about bad press on this one.
No, I guess it won't.
Good work, Hunter.
I'll be in touch.
Frank still in the lock-up?
Yeah.
I'll kick him loose.
I think I may have found her.
Her full name is
Elizabeth Childs.
She's got a boyfriend that
matches Bobby's description,
and she didn't
come to work today.
She called in sick.
- You get a home address on her?
- Uh-huh.
Wadsworth is going
to meet us there.
Great.
Why don't you go
around the back?
We'll take the front.
Jeff, you in?
Yeah.
Nothing in back.
You think they got
what they were looking for?
Yeah.
Just once, I'd like to beat
these bastards to the punch.
Hunter!
She's alive.
Send an ambulance to
1661 North Hollister, please.
Make it fast.
Not exactly gold medal winners
in the brains department.
They left prints all over
Elizabeth Childs' place.
I got an ID on Chico
Gomez's partner.
Arturo Hidalgo?
Organized is running
a records check on him.
They should have something
for you within the hour.
Lab.
He's right here.
Mr. Arnold James.
Go.
Look, I'll give you
the... the bad news first.
I got nothing on the guys
who work for Pablo Reyes.
Man, the people on the
street don't want to know
anything about those two.
- What's the good news?
A couple of professional
ladies of my acquaintance have
been doing some specialized
work for Se or Paco, and I do
not mean cooking and cleaning.
It seems that Se or Reyes has
a party house up in the hills
off Encinal Road in Malibu.
Jeff, you know anything
about a party house Reyes
keeps out in Malibu Canyon?
No.
What do you got?
Let's take a ride.
Why don't you walk
around the side?
I'll go around the back.
Hunter?
Yeah, I'm here, Jeff.
Nice, tight pattern.
Shooter knows how to use a gun.
Check this out.
Yeah, this is Sergeant Hunter.
Give me Sergeant McCall
in homicide, please.
.38.
Frank Garriman
still carries his .38.
Homicide, McCall.
Yeah, McCall.
When did Frank Garriman
get kicked loose?
A couple hours ago.
Well, you better get
Barney and Reuben over here
to 809 Vista Mar Road, Malibu.
We got two dead bodies for him.
Also, I think you better put
out an APB and a murder warrant
on Frank Garriman.
God, you don't think he
did the killing, do you?
I hope not.
I'm about a half hour away.
I'll... I'll pick you up.
Go ahead.
I'll wait for the lab boys.
Uh.
The investigation
continues into the shooting
deaths of two murder suspects
at a home in Malibu Hills.
Police are looking
for Frank Garriman,
a retired metro PD officer, in
connection with the slayings.
Ironically, Garriman was
once one of the top homicide
detectives on the force.
The city council today voted to
extend its ban on parking in...
It's, like, every
Saturday night.
I'm standing there, thinking...
We'll pick it up later.
What's the news on Frank's APB?
Nothing.
I put out an APB
on Paco Reyes, too.
I don't have anything
on him yet, either.
Well, if Frank finds Paco
Reyes, he's going to kill him.
Let's get out of here.
I thought you wanted to deal.
Put the guns away.
Come out where I can see you.
Everybody relax.
You're a stinking cop.
This is entrapment.
No way you can bust me.
Did you bring the money?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'm talking
about the pure-grade coke
Bobby Garriman ripped off.
I took it from two
of Paco Reyes' boys.
They resisted arrest,
so I blew them away.
There I was in a house with
two dead murder suspects
and a suitcase full of coke...
$5 million worth.
So for the first time,
I gave in to temptation.
You gotta be loco.
Man, if Paco finds out you
ripped him off, you're dead.
If Reyes comes
after me, I'll kill him.
Go ahead.
Give him a call.
Tell him where we are.
I'll take care of
him right here.
I looked for
him after you called.
He's hiding out.
Then there's no reason to tell
him about our little deal...
Unless you're afraid of him.
If I was scared of
Reyes, I wouldn't be here.
Good.
Now, all we have left
is one little problem.
If we're going to do
business, we can't do
it pointing guns at each other.
So either we put 'em away, or I
walk out and deal with someone
else.
OK.
Somebody's gotta
trust somebody, right?
Now it's your move.
Let's see what you got.
You first.
Sure.
There's no law against
carrying money around.
What do you got for me?
Check it out.
And all the time, I thought
you was Mr. Law and Order.
You know how many times
I've found myself
staring at a suitcase
full of unmarked bills?
It can really get to
you after a while.
So I decided to shoot the moon.
Hey, man,
welcome to the real world.
Maybe we do business again, huh?
This is a
one-time-only deal, pal.
Stay cool, and everybody
walks out of here alive.
You'll be back.
When cops get a taste of big
money, they always want more.
Freeze, police!
Drop it right there, Sanchez!
Very slowly, put
it on the ground.
Move!
Call an ambulance!
Cuff him, Ray.
He's clean.
You have the
right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say
can and will be used against
you in the court of law.
You have the right to
speak with an attorney
and to have the attorney
present during questioning.
If you...
Or cannot afford one,
an attorney will be appointed...
Take it easy, Jeff.
You're gonna be all right.
Rick, um, all that money.
I didn't mean...
I know.
I didn't mean to...
We got an ambulance
coming for you.
It's too late.
WOMAN: 13-V-20, 13-V-20,
go to 23.
My lawyer'll
have me out in an hour.
Yeah?
We got two counts of
murder on you now.
Two?
Now, what are you talking about?
Wadsworth, and we're going
to push for an accessory
in the Bobby Garriman killing.
That wasn't me.
That was Paco Reyes.
Cut me a deal, and
I'll give him to you.
You tell me where he is,
and I'll talk deal later.
He has a condo over in Catalina.
He hides there when
things get too hot.
OK.
Ray, get him out of here.
Frank, you've been a great help.
Thanks.
Well, I figured you
could use some help,
even though I'm a bit rusty.
You still got the old moves.
Thank you, partner.
OK.
Listen, I'm going to
get up to the hospital.
But call me if you
get that Paco Reyes.
Got it.
Thanks.
Got a chopper waiting
to take us to Catalina.
Great.
Volunteer to main lobby.
Volunteer to main lobby.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Arnice Garriman.
Hunter.
Frank.
She recognized me.
She came out of it
about an hour ago,
and she even called my name.
The doctor said that she's going
to be all right, thank god.
Wonderful.
Good man.
Listen, McCall and I
brought Arnice some flowers.
Well, this is mighty
nice of you and McCall.
But she can't have any
flowers in her room just yet.
ICU has got these
special orders.
Well, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you take her
some good news, instead?
We got Reyes.
He's going up on arraignment
for murder one tomorrow.
Good.
Well, why don't you,
uh, get back in there
and visit with Arnice?
We'll come back and talk
with you a little bit later.
Thanks.
And I'll tell her how
you stopped around.
Thanks to both of you.
You're welcome, Frank.
Shame about those flowers.
What do you mean?
Well, it just is a shame
that they have to go to waste,
you know?
What do you mean, go to waste?
I mean... well, yeah,
I guess they would.
Well, I have a really nice
cut crystal vase at home.
And they would just be...
Be perfect in that.
Yeah, they would.
You're right.
OK.
I'll follow you back to your
house, pick up the vase.
Thanks.