Hunter (1984–1991): Season 5, Episode 11 - City Under Siege: Part 1 - full transcript

Tonight on Hunter.

-Los Angeles is
a city under siege.

-As Angelenos lock
their doors and wonder,

where are the police?

-Hunter.

I'm back in town with a bang.

Let's go see the Dean
of boys, shall we?

-Johnny gets even.

-Everyone creates
their own death.

And that's why they created me.

Freeze!



Been a long time, Hunter.

No AC.

Hardly worth the gas.

Austin Control.

On Repeater Station Five.

Texas Ranger Unit
411, still in transition.

Copy Austin.

-Check the goddess.

Spooky witch doesn't even sweat.

-Let's check it out

-Uh, don't stop.

Let's call it in.

Get out!

Come on.



-Better do it.

He's crazy.

-Get your hands up.

Get her out.

Come on!

Come on.

Get over here.

Get your hands on the roof.

Come on.

-Put your hands
behind your back.

Other hand.

Get out.

-Nice day out today,
now, isn't it Sheriff?

-Ha!

You did it.

-I said I would, didn't I?

-Yeah, you did, didn't you.

Stand by for a message
from Chief Daryl Gates

to all divisions.

-Howdy.

I've asked uh,
Deputy Chief Curtis

Moorehead to be with me today.

He's key to what I
want to talk to you about.

I'm going to have Chief
Moorehead and his neighborhood

emergency task
force work with you.

I want you to plug in your
ideas to his task force.

I think working with
Chief Moorehead,

that job is going to get done.

-Hey, Hunter, come here.

-We're going to target certain
communities, those communities

where crime is really
going off the charts.

That'll be our first step.

You know how I feel about
you and this Department.

-We just got an updated
telex on Iris Smith's escape.

No details on her
accomplice yet,

but the manhunt's been
expanded to the New Mexico border.

Texas Rangers think
she's heading west.

-Yeah, I just
pulled up the file.

Listen, I spent the
morning over at City Hall,

talking with the top brass.

The Chief is busting our humps.

Crime stats are up.

Money for police is down.

You know the story.

So the word is, deliver.

Don't go out there
looking for trouble, huh?

-I never do.

-I'm also confident
that I can count on you

to work to with Chief Moorehead.

That's most important.

I'm going to be working
with my friends in the media,

updating them each
week on our progress.

And I'm confident that
I'll be able to tell them,

each and every week,
that crime is going down.

This job is going to get done.

Because you and
I, Chief Moorehead,

we're going to get it done.

Go get them.

Thank you very much.

-Sargent Hunter.

She says to tell
you, she's here.

-Who's here?

Who is this?

-Iris Smith is here.

She's going to kill me.

Help me.

-Charlie.

Line two, 187 in progress.

Uh, where are you?

-I'm at the Riverside
Apartments.

1648 Riverside.

209.

Sandra Clements.

-Sandra?

Let me speak to Iris.

Deming, 187 in progress.

1648 Riverside.

Black and whites, Code
Three, Need a unit there.

Right now.

-Hunter.

I've missed you.

And I'm back in town.

With a bang.

-Sandra?

Sandra!

Did you get it?

-Yeah, they're
rolling right now.

-Oh, Sargent Hunter.

This lady's been
waiting about an hour.

She has some
information for you.

-Thanks, Sargent.

-Ah, I don't know
whether it means anything

but, I was walking my
dog, crossing the street

and two people ran
out of that apartment.

-Two people?

-A man a woman.

The man was bigger.

I started to cross the street
and they nearly ran me down.

I was going to
report them anyway.

I got part of their
license plate.

It was 242 and it
was a green Mustang

and the plates were
black and white.

-Black and white.

That might be Texas.

What is your name?

-Helen Fleck.

Helen Fleck.

F-L-E-C-K?

-Yes, uh, huh.

-OK, Mrs. Fleck.

I'm going to have a
police officer who's

a sketch artist
get a hold of you

as soon as possible to see if
you might be able to help us

identify the two people
you might have seen.

-Oh, fine.

Well, thank you.

Thanks very much, Mrs. Fleck.

Appreciate it.

-Come on, darling.

-Are you, are you the
cop in charge here?

-Sargent Hunter.

What can I do for you?

-Sargent, I'm Jack Small.

My daughter and I live
around the corner here.

Debbie goes to the school
where Mrs. Clements teaches.

Uh, taught.

A woman's been killed here.

I mean, what is it?

Gangs, black, white, Hispanic?

What are we're looking for here?

-Well, Mr. Small, I'm
working on a homicide here.

And whatever information we
have to release to the public,

you'll be able to read about it
in the newspaper in due time.

-You know, we're all
sick and tired of reading

about it in the newspapers.

-Dad.

No, no, no.

Wait a minute.

Now, listen Sergeant,
I'm a fireman.

I know how this city operates.

We get reamed when we're
on a fire and it gets out of hand.

Well if you ask me, this city
is out of hand and somebody

better do something
about it before it's gone.

And we're reading
about in the newspaper.

-Yes, sir.

-Well, uh, we're focusing
uh, an intensive investigation

on this case.

REPORTER ON
TELEVISION: And can you

confirm the rumors
that are definitely

related to the
prison break in Texas

and the manhunt for Iris
Smith and her partner?

-Well, rumors, you know,
they're not important.

What we're doing is, we're going
to wage war on all degenerates

and we're going to win.

The streets here and
the neighborhoods and...

-And to the oceans
white with foam.

-Turn that back on.

Something's turning on
baby, but it ain't the tube.

What is it, huh?

You know what day it is.

It's Wednesday.

-Never touch this.

-Never touch nothing of yours?

-Took me eight
years on death row

to see my plan in place in here.

Most people go through
their own life and never see.

I saw, in one
blinding flash of light.

Everyone creates
their own fears.

Everyone creates
their own death.

And that's why they created me.

-You look beat.

What's going on?

-Well the Rangers are
looking for the blue Mustang

and we're looking for Iris.

So far, she hasn't shown up.

-Well, maybe
somebody will spot her.

Austin just sent us
some more background.

She just lost her last appeal.

She was due for lethal
injection yesterday.

Definitely the end of the road.

Apparently she was
hell on wheels in the joint.

They had to lock her
down both night and day.

What's the deal with her?

Who is she?

-I arrested Iris about 10
years ago in Los Angeles.

I extradited her back to
Texas on a murder charge.

Other than that I have
no idea who the hell she is.

-Why would she kill a civics
teacher from Pierce High?

-Your presence as requested
in the task force room.

-Oh, wonderful.

I'll pass, Charlie.

-No, that order comes
directly from the mayor

via Deputy Chief Moorehead.

-Well, why should we have
to sit on any team meeting?

-I got bad news for you.

You're part of it.

-For those of you
who don't know,

I'm Deputy Chief Moorehead,
this Division's dropped the ball.

We're in a war.

Los Angeles is a
city under siege.

And it is way past the time that
we started defending ourselves.

I read in the mail that
comes in to City Hall.

People are scared.

Every time they turn
around, a neighbor's

mugged or raped or murdered.

Community perception
is that the police exist

to warm the stools
at Dunkin Donuts.

Captain Devane.

Thank you for joining us.

Watch commanders,
you know where you stand.

Detectives, these
are your assignments.

Have any questions?

-Ah, yeah.

Last time I looked, I was
in charge of this division.

I wonder why I'm
the last one in find

out about these new assignments.

-Because this is my task force.

But, Chief, you can't pull
people off ongoing cases.

-Yes, I can.

-But I'm working on the
Clements homicide with Hunter.

-Am I not speaking English here?

The vacation's over people.

We're hitting the
streets running.

One homicide.

One cop.

You think you can manage
alone, Sergeant Hunter?

-The murder part
or the donut part?

-Why am I being placed
undercover at Pierce High?

-Well, the Sandra Clements
case ought to tell you that.

She was a teacher at Pierce.

Here in the middle
of my trouble.

Now, a cop in
Sandra's place might,

might just help pull some
of these pins out of here.

Look, I don't think
you understand.

What was didn't work.

We're no longer
what you think you are.

You're my task force,
appointed by the mayor,

who pays your ticket.

I don't want any more thinking.

I want you to do
what you're told.

-You know, it's not a good idea
to leave your stuff on the curb

here.

It won't be here
when you get back.

I live upstairs.

My name is Jack.

I saw you moving in.

-Well, hi.

I'm Dee Dee Woods.

Derrick Small.

-Nice to meet you.

-Got any help here, or
can I give you a hand?

I would appreciate that.

Thanks.

I've just got a full trailer
and an empty apartment.

-Welcome to Mar Vista.

-Well, Thank you.

Assistant Principal at Pierce
High arranged it for me.

-Roger?

How did you run into him?

-Well, I'm going
to start teaching

gym there in the morning.

-You know about Sandra Clements?

-Yeah I heard.

-Used to live around the corner.

Excuse me a minute.

-Hello, Landry.

Single parent.

Have you got kids?

-No.

-Yeah.

I swear, she comes home
from school stoned on something

half the time.

If they don't do something
at that school real soon,

a lot of us who care for our
kids are going to do something.

-What?

-What the cops are afraid to do.

We've got a little
neighborhood program

here to pick up the slack.

Let me put it this way.

You can sleep soundly.

Somebody will be
watching over you.

-Hey, any of you seen my
booking slip on Duncan?

-Hey, Charlie, You
know, I'm just now getting

a response on
those Texas plates?

-What do you mean, just now?

-Moorehead's got the whole
damn system jammed up

with out of state traces on
VCR's and stolen car radios.

Take a look at that.

-Ah, two Mustangs, one
'69 registered in Abilene

to a doctor, still
parked in the garage.

Number two, '67,
registered in Waco.

William Joseph Powell.

-Yeah, we're waiting
for his arrest record

to come through right now.

-Well, can you connect this
Powell guy up with Iris Smith?

-Well Charlie, our witness
said that she saw two people,

a woman and a man, leaving
Clements' apartment the night

she was murdered.

Powell could be her accomplice.

-So what's next?

Well, until the report
comes through,

I'm going to do some
legwork for myself.

-All right.

-All right.

Well, hello, darling.

-It's Miss Woods.

Let's see your pass and your ID.

-Ooh, chill out there, honey.

I know about you.

Gym teach.

In from Pico.

I'm Johnny Youngblood.

I'd Like to see you do
a little floor exercise.

I like athletic women.

-Yeah?

Well, maybe when
you grow up, you

can find one that likes you.

Let's go see the Dean
of Boys, shall we?

-Yeah.

-Good, Johnny.

-Yeah, just keep laughing, puke.

OK, girls, that's
enough for today.

Go on, take a shower.

Most schools forbid
smoking in the locker rooms.

You know, I'm new here.

Maybe by the time
I learn the rules,

I will have
forgotten your faces.

Bye.

Debbie, having
met your dad, I uh,

I don't think he'd be
too happy about this.

-You'll tell him, huh?

-No, I think you
got enough going

on at home without
me butting in.

I don't like what
I see, but I'm not

going to go running to your dad.

-Why not?

Isn't that what adults
are supposed to do?

-You've got three periods
before lunch and one afterwards.

But if you're really,
really serious about this,

the girls JV basketball
team needs a coach.

-It's been a long time but I
do have a mean jump shot.

You know, um, there's something

that I should have
passed on to your partner

about Sandra Clements' death.

-Well, I've got some time.

Why don't we take a break?

-Good.

How about in my office?

-Yeah.

-Oh, Roger, I'm
glad you're here.

I want to show you something.

Don't go away.

-Jack.

-Try 225.

-Jack.

What are you doing?

-I want to show you.

-Knock it off.

This is school property
you're destroying.

-Shut up and stand back, Landry.

-I can't let you do this.

Stop it.

Jack, come one.

Call them off, for God's sake.

This is a school.

-Take a look at this.

-Get out of here
right now, Jack.

I mean right now
or I'll see you in jail.

This is no way to handle things.

-Well, then, you handle it.

My daughter buys
this poison here.

And it's your school.

Nobody stops her, nobody.

If you won't, I will.

And I'll find the source
and I'll burn it out.

Come on, let's get out of here.

-All right.

All right.

Everybody back to class.

Welcome to Pierce.

Shall we?

-Cut with weed.

-Hope I don't get
stupid when I get old.

-Shall we clean out the lockers?

-Why?

We're not dumb enough to deal.

There's Ceverino.

He's got a new deal for
us so don't take forever.

Get me a cheerleader and
I'll kick in a couple hundred

for your trouble.

Start a list.

Sophomores.

We may need a lot of
talent sooner than you think.

Maybe even a gym teacher.

Come on.

Look, do the usual background
check on Miss Woods.

She's already
breaking the rules.

If she doesn't
check out, she'll wish

she never came
through that door.

-Got it.

-Thank you.

OK.

Why don't you tell me
what you have and...

-Shhh.

The kids figured out a way
to wire open my intercom line

and listen.

-Are you kidding me?

These kids bug your office?

-You haven't worked in
juvenile in a while, have you?

-No.

I thought that raiding trash
for test copies was heady stuff.

-They say the annual sale
of illegal drugs in the LA

School District is $7 million.

-So we're talking
about dealers here?

-No, as a matter of fact,
we're talking about this guy right

here.

John Thomas Youngblood.

Well, it's Johnny
to his friends.

And at Pierce, you hope
he lets you call him Johnny.

-Yeah, we've met.

So if it's not drugs,
what's his action?

-Power.

Money.

Control.

Every angle you can think of.

He knows that you
guys target the dealers,

so he's smart enough
to stay away from that.

But uh, if you want to
buy uh, a grade, buy a gun,

buy insurance, buy a
date, Johnny's the one.

He runs his business now
through uh, need-to-know chain

of command.

Beepers.

Message centers.

Sandra told me
that uh, Youngblood

was hitting on her, heavily.

And she turned him down.

And Johnny gets what
Johnny wants or he gets even.

-Wait a second.

We're talking about
a high school kid here.

Now, do you actually
think he put a hit out

on Sandra Clements because
she wouldn't go out with him?

Do you even think
he knows Iris Smith?

-Look, I don't know who he
knows but he does not think small.

Sam Yasgar, city
wide honors teacher,

was the last one to confront
him until the superintendent got

some photos.

A little Mexican getaway
weekend, beach resort, Sam

and another
teacher, another man.

Anyway, I heard
that uh, Youngblood

paid a private
detective to follow

Sam around for several weeks.

So now, our best
teacher is pursuing

a career in real estate.

I mean, if you want to get a
handle on why this neighborhood

shivers in its sleep, a
young megalomaniac punk

like Youngblood is
a good place to start.

-All right, I'll have that
my partner look into it.

-Johnny Youngblood?

-Yeah, what.

I'm having my lunch.

-Sergeant Hunter,
LA Police Department.

-Oh, I thought he was Royal
Canadian Mounted Police.

I'm investigating the murder
of Sandra Clements, a teacher

here at your school.

-Yeah, I heard about that.

-I understand you
knew her personally.

-I asked her out on a date.

Are students dating
teachers now days?

-Yeah.

She turned me down.

It doesn't happen very often.

-So your question?

-Hey.

Anybody who doesn't
want to go out with me

I don't waste my time on.

-How long have you
known Iris Smith?

-What?

-Forget it.

Where were you Tuesday
night about 10 o'clock?

-Around.

Cruising.

-Anybody with you?

-Yeah.

Three girls and these guys.

I'm sure you'll
verify that, right?

-Oh, yeah.

-Good luck with school.

-Thank you.

-Jolly Green Giant didn't
come after me on his own.

Roger Dodger
over there is looking

mighty happy with himself.

Hit him tonight.

-That seat's taken.

-What are you
doing here, Sporty.

-My usual thing.

My man Malcolm cooked up
a fantastic New York steak au

poivre Join me?

-No.

Uh, Malcolm, I think we
should uncork the Beaujolais.

-I'll pass on that, too.

Thanks, I'm still working.

-I know.

I figured you'd be by for lunch.

Nobody eats at that
cafeteria any more.

-Yeah, I saw the mystery meat.

-What do you mean,
you know I'm working?

-The words out.

Those kids check out a new
teacher closer than the CIA.

But your cover's still intact.

-So who asked you?

-Well, I am a respectable
broker of information.

Hey, Malcolm man,
watch my steak man.

When I say rare,
I really mean rare.

-Enjoy your lunch, OK?

And thanks for the tip.

-Oh, that's not the tip.

Here's the tip.

The guy you want to
watch is named Youngblood.

He's into a lot of things
and he is dangerous.

And the further word
is that he is no longer

into the secondary school scene.

-That's what I'm hearing.

Thanks.

I'll keep a watch on him.

Hey, Malcolm.

Caesars, man.

Anchovies.

-Hey.

-Hey, Big John.

-What are you dropping in?

CD.

Phone.

Subwoofer.

Dentist from Encino.

Poor guy had his old
system ripped off last week.

-Ah.

-You recognize it?

-Should I?

Well, it just uh, looks
like your handiwork.

-Not personally, Gar.

Not anymore.

I subcontract.

-Oh, yeah.

Give you 20 for his alarm code.

-Hey, you got it.

-So, what's up?

-Well uh, big
money from the East

is interested in your product.

These are heavy hitters
I'm talking about, Johnny.

There's even tougher
customers on the food chain.

What, you don't
think I can handle it?

-Oh, no, my man.

I think you can.

Or I wouldn't be fronting you.

You're getting your cut.

Hey, shut up.

You don't know
everything, smart guy.

Not even a little.

I could make big things
happen for you, Johnny.

But you've got to
understand something.

My butt's on the line here too.

You've got to deliver.

-Same as always, Gar.

-Not even close.

Come into my office,
my young friend.

Let me explain
the facts of life.

-Why don't you
swing around, baby?

I'll pop him through the window.

-Later.

-Now.

-I said later.

-Like you promised, Billy.

Later.

-Get the hell out of here.

They're creeps.

-These are our
streets, our homes.

We're taking them back.

-Like vigilantes?

Well, you call it what you
want, but it's better than

waiting for the next available
law enforcement officer

to get off his butt and help us.

Now, this is a message,
this is a message to the punks

and the creeps, and the
addicts, and the whores, all of you,

all of you can just stay the
hell out of our neighborhood.

REPORTER ON
TELEVISION: That's Jack Small.

He's not taking it anymore.

-You have an answer for him?

REPORTER ON
TELEVISION: Mr. Small

was stabbed today,
defending his neighborhood.

Three nights ago,
right across the street...

-We have saturated the area.

We've shifted manpower
until we're shorthanded

in neighborhoods
that really need it,

which is going to end up
costing us more than it's worth.

-Well, you can
see what it's worth.

Five minutes and 10
seconds of negative image.

My God.

I placed McCall right
inside that guy's building.

What is she doing?

Lining her cupboards?

-What do you expect her to do?

-Use her imagination.

Break his leg.

Anybody around here ever
heard of damage control?

-This is my division.

-Well, then, shake
things up, Devane,

and get us back in the game.

Or it's going to be
somebody else's division.

-As Angelenos lock
their doors and wonder,

where are the police?

In Los Angeles, Sayeda
Rodriguez Magan.

-You're getting on my nerves
with that thing, Billy Joe.

Why don't you put it away?

-Make me.

I'm getting a drink someplace.

-Keep that thing in your pants.

-That's not what you
usually say, now it is darling?

-I'm going out for
a bucket of chicken.

Be careful.

-Hey, Hunter.

Did you get that
laser fax from Texas?

It's on my desk.

-The picture of Billy
Joe came out great.

Thanks.

-Where are you off to?

-We found the blue Mustang.

-Armed and dangerous.

Watch your back.

-Get a back up.

I'm on it.

-Freeze!

Been a long time, Hunter.

Good to see you.

Put your gun down.

Put it down.

Now walk over to that tree.

Now handcuff yourself to it.

Yeah.

Comfortable?

You know why I killed
Sandra Clements?

Hm?

Her number was up.

Day of execution.

I know you believe
in capital punishment.

Lucky you.

Stay of execution.

My offices put
public safety first.

-Hi, Kim.

What have we got?

-Well you name it.

We got more
fingerprints than tape

in our budget to lift them.

We've got hair
from the sink, saliva

from the bathroom tissues.

We've got ear wax.

Plus every bodily
fluid imaginable

from the bed, including blood.

-Lovely.

-Look, I've got to
get back to the lab.

Why don't you drop
by in a couple hours.

We'll try to make you happy.

-OK, good.

Thanks, Kim.

-Thanks, Kim.

-Say, you all right?

You don't look too good.

-Yeah, I'm all right.

You don't look too
good either, Charlie.

How you doing with Moorehead?

-We'll push through that.

Listen, I hate to
ask you this, but why

do you think she
didn't shoot you?

-My number wasn't up.

-Say, Hunter, how
long were you stuck?

-Just a couple minutes, Charlie.

Jensen and Riccoli
were backing me up.

-So did you get anything?

-Yeah, I think I might have.

I see Moorehead's got
everything under control, huh?

-Guy's the master of
saying absolutely nothing.

-Our killers aren't going to
slip past the kind of manhunt...

-You know, I'll bet you he
did the classic bureaucratic risk

to benefit analysis.

Conclusion.

The benefits of this
kind of publicity crap

far outweigh the risk of
being proved wrong later.

-Well, hang in there, Charlie.

We make headway tonight, buddy.

Come on.

-Thank you.

Good night.

Hold it.

I saw you and
Devane making faces.

Now, that dog and pony show
you just saw was for your benefit.

-What am I supposed
to do, thank you?

-Somebody's got to
start blowing smoke.

Or do you want to
read on page one

how you left yourself
handcuffed to...

-Listen, Chief,
those things happen.

You know that.

-You think you're
bulletproof, don't you,

Hunter Here's my
scouting report.

A hot dog whose time is coming.

-You'd uh, probably
prefer a brew,

but I've got to educate you
to a better class of pleasures.

You're about to earn them.

Chateau Margaux.

-So, uh, what are we doing here?

What's going on?

-Little celebration.

-What's this for?

Good faith.

We're in business, pal.

A firm order for three
items by the first.

-There's got to be 5,000 here.

Try six.

The local rep's a guy
named Lenny Pike.

You'll meet him.

This um, this all mine?

-Wake up, my man.

It's no dream.

Hey, we're still
talking small change.

By this time next
year, you're going

to be a middle man,
skimming cream off five like you.

You just show that East Coast
money you're responsible, huh?

Put that in your pocket.

Yes, sir.

No more kid's stuff, Johnny.

You're going to grow up fast.

-All right, Charlie.

Come on in.

I've been going
over this calendar.

Three days contains
some form code here.

-Numerology?

-I don't know.

But one of the dates, three
days ago, has been marked off.

That's the day Sandra
Clements was murdered.

-First astrology,
now numerology.

What's next?

Phrenology?

Why do these freaks
always get their orders

to kill from some
other dimension?

Remember that Zodiac
Killer up in the Bay

Area and Son of whatever...

-Son of Sam in
New York City, right.

-What, you took
Johnny Youngblood off.

-Yeah, I don't think
there's any connection

between Johnny
Youngblood and Iris Smith.

I certainly don't think she's
in town to do hits for him.

-Yeah, but that
partner of hers would

kill you for reading
his newspaper.

-Yeah.

-So what do you think
this code represents,

uh, potential victims?

-I don't know.

But if they do, the day
after tomorrow, whoever

owns that code's
going to be dead.

-Going to be a long week.

-Yeah.

Who is it?

-It's me, Debbie.

-Oh, come on in.

-If it's too late or something.

-No, no, no. absolutely not.

I'm just putting stuff away.

Would you hand me
that box right there?

Thanks.

-That was pretty cool, what
you did today in the locker room.

-Well, I don't want you all
think I'm the enemy, you know?

-Most kids follow the rules.

Some you just have
to push a little harder.

Some, you might just
as well avoid altogether.

-Yeah, well.

Thanks for the tip.

I could use a break.

I put on some water.

You want a cup of tea?

-Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

-OK.

-See your mom much?

-The holidays mostly.

She's back East.

Um.

Remarried to a lawyer.

He doesn't like me very much.

-How about your dad?

-Yeah, how about him?

I mean, I mean,
I barely see him.

He's a fireman.

He's 24 hours on
and 24 hours off.

And mostly when
he's off, he's out

patrolling the neighborhood.

-Penny.

Penny.

Penny.

-What's the matter?

-They ran out of
Landry's apartment.

-Who?

-Robbers.

-Call 911.

-What about Penny?

-Go on.

-Hey, hold it.

No!

Call an ambulance.

Come on, kid.

Breathe.