Hunter (1984–1991): Season 5, Episode 12 - City Under Siege: Part 2 - full transcript

Tonight, on Hunter.

-You killed Alan.

-You think I want to see
open season on teenagers?

-I'll get you everything I can.

-The people move to dismiss
all charges against the defendant.

-Order please!

-I want to take Charlie
out of the driver's seat,

and put you in it.

-You know, for
an old guy, it still

sounds like you can get it on.

Too bad it was with
one of your students.



-You're mine!

-I really think there's a
place for me on this calendar.

-Hey, let's kill
that cop tonight.

-Let's do it.

-Los Angeles is
a city under siege.

Texas Rangers think
she's heading west.

Last week, on Hunter.

-Hunter, I've missed you.

And I'm back in
town, with a bang.

-My daughter buys
this poison here.

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

-Debbie, having
met your dad, I uh,

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

-But you'll tell him, huh?



-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.

-As Angelenos lock
their doors and wonder,

where are the police?

-Never touch this.

-The day after tomorrow,
whoever owns that code

is gonna be dead.

-It's gonna be a long week.

-Everyone creates
their own death,

and that's why they created me.

-Freeze!

Stay of execution.

-Why do you think
she didn't shoot you?

-My number wasn't up.

-No!

And now, City Under
Siege, Part Two.

The alleged killer is
named Jack Small.

Small's daughter is a student

at Pierce High,
where Clemens taught.

Hang in there, Jack.

We're with you all the way.

-Anything vandalized?

-That's what I would
have expected, but no.

The Marshall boy died
for absolutely nothing.

-Listen, uh, thanks, Mr. Landry.

I do appreciate
you talking to me.

I'm gonna go speak
to your neighbors now.

We'll be in touch.

A detective from Central
Division, Rick Hunter,

was nearly killed by Smith
and her unknown accomplice.

-Hello, I'm Captain Vink.

You OK?

-I keep thinking if I'd broken
cover he'd still be alive.

-C'mon now.

You couldn't have known that
Small would flip out like that.

Go for blood.

-It's this whole neighborhood.

I mean, look at these
people, they like it.

It's as if in some
sort of twisted way

they get some
kind of power back.

How you gonna explain this
to Alan Marshall's parents?

-Looks like I'm going to
be the one to have to do it.

Landry and Alan Marshall.

All this stuff kind
of leads back

to that punk, Johnny Youngblood.

Somehow you've
got to find out why.

Thanks very much.

Hey, way to go, Jack.

It's time somebody
did something.

-You killed Alan.

-Well, the um,
Mayor's office has

asked us to put up a
neighborhood emergency task

force, to um, send a message
to the criminal element

in this town.

That it's over for them.

-Yet, and I am citing
a recent FBI report,

Chief Morehead, violent
crime in Los Angeles

increased 15% last week.

-Yes, and auto theft is
down, and robbery is down,

and vandalism has,
you know, it's a big city.

I mean, county-wide we've
got, uh, 12 million people.

And every day,
obviously, there's

going to be a few who are
gonna make a little trouble.

-Make trouble?

Like Alan Marshall, a
16-year-old high school

student, beaten to
death by an angry mob?

-I didn't say...
At least, I don't

think I said that we still don't
have, uh, some problems.

-Wasn't Marshall killed after
the formation of your target

task force, on the same block
as Sandra Clements, a teacher at

his school?

-I'm not, uh, conversant
with every case here,

but if you want me to agree,
you know, with your facts

for the sake of argument,
what... what's the point?

-Perhaps police power
versus mob rule, and who wins?

Maybe only the crooks.

But we'll leave it right there.

Back after this.

OK everybody, we're in black.

Two minutes, Elaine.

Uh, Chief Morehead?
Chief Morehead?

Chief!

What the hell did you
say to him, Elaine?

-Felony arrests,
Foothill: 10, Rampart:

29, Pacific: 18,
Central Division: six.

I got nothing in robbery.

And looking here, I don't
even see decent burglary bust.

Wait!

Wait, wait.

We actually have
a homicide collar.

Now, is it a drug dealer?

Or a rapist?

Or a gang thug?

The kind of animal that
people want us to lock up?

Course not.

You bring me a fireman!

A father.

The victim of a biker assault,
trying to protect himself.

Now get out of here,
and hit the bricks.

Try to pretend you
know how to be cops.

If your arrest rate
isn't up by three times

at the end of this
week, that's all you're

going to be able
to do, is pretend.

Because you won't
be cops anymore.

-I need some fresh air.

-What a jerk!

-You... you're letting this
thing get to you too much.

I'm going to ask him
to spring some bodies

loose in the task force...

-We don't have
to do that, do we?

-I'll handle it.

Now what's the story on
this calendar business?

-Oh.

Well.

Come over here.

According to Iris' shrink,
she's into everything

from biorhythms,
numerology, astrology.

-Let's lighten up on
the astrology angle,

or Morehead'll hit the roof.

Look,

-If Iris wanted to
kill me, she had

plenty of opportunity to do it.

That's why I
really think there's

a place for me on this calendar.

-Well, at least get some rest.

Martelli told me you
were up all night, last night.

-Yeah, I was.

-I can't prove intent, no way.

-Come on, Clayton.

Can't the DA at least give
me a murder beef, here?

-Nuh-uh.

No.

Not even second
degree, not with this.

Hey, I'm on your side, McCall.

Honest to God.

He's a cretin.

He deserves more than he's
going to get, but I can't get it.

No jury is going to send
this man up for 15 years.

What we have here, is a
solid case of manslaughter,

and that's what I'm gonna file.

-You know exactly what's
going to happen here.

This guy's going to
do a year in county jail,

and he's going to be
back out on the streets.

-Probably.

I have a son, he starts
high school next year.

He's no angel.

Do you think I want to see
open season on teenagers?

I'll get you everything
I can, I swear.

-You wanted something?

-A lunch, actually.

I just spent 20 minutes
updating the Chief.

I got you a turkey, there.

I don't need your
hostility, Devane.

-Comes with the sandwich.

So, did you get my memo,
or are you simply ignoring it?

-No, I'm not ignoring
it, I'm rejecting it.

That's what I want to tell you.

If Hunter knows
she's out to kill him,

that should raise his
motivation to find her.

-Welll, Iris Smith is not your
average, garden variety killer.

We have got to back him up.

-I can't spare any
extra manpower.

Sorry.

-If Iris Smith hits again,
the press will be all over us.

And create more opportunities
for lunatics like Jack Small

to play hero.

-My office is jammed with
phone calls and telegrams

in support of Jack Small.

Marshall's fingerprints
link him with over 20

burglaries in that area.

Now, when I release
that news to the press,

they're going to have a
parade in Jack Small's honor.

-You are really
playing it close.

You're playing politics
with people's lives...

With Rick Hunter's life.

-I'm playing whenever
I have to play

until your troops
bring in some results.

Now, my butt's
on the line, Charlie,

and whether you know
it, or not, so's yours.

-OK.

I bypassed through
security, we're in.

-Good.

-Jeez, I didn't know Alan's
middle name was Trask.

-Come on, just tell
me what they got.

-OK, this is Sacramento CII.

Criminal Information
something database.

They should have the works.

Wow.

Fingerprints for like
20 of our old jobs.

-Dammit.

I don't need this right now.

I mean, who knows who's
crawling around this place?

Landry's probably got
narcs and plants everywhere.

-Roger Dodger is in our pocket.

-Yeah, maybe.

Dupe that tape and
I'll pay him a little visit.

-Already done.

-Hi.

Have any passes?

What are you doing in there?

-Uh, homework.

It's my life.

-This is very cozy.

You wouldn't be selling drugs
out of here, would you, Johnny?

-I'm the kinda guy
who just says no.

-Good.

Can I come in?

-Hey.

Mi casa es su casa.

-Gracias.

This is a nice set up here.

-Thanks.

-You going to Alan
Marshall's funeral?

Oh.

All right.

See you later.

-Where are you going with those?

-Well, it says right here, do
not remove from computer lab.

So, I figure I'll
return 'em for you.

You don't have to thank me.

-Hunter.

Martelli tells me
you're on fire.

What's up?

-Charlie, I just spoke with Iris
Smith's grade school principal.

Guess who her fifth
grade teacher was?

Sandra Clements.

Yeah.

You see, it seems that
Iris attacked Sandra

after she caught her
stealing some money

from her fellow students.

Sandra turned her in.

-Iris killed Sandra
Clements over something

happened 18 years ago?

-Listen, I know
it's very peculiar.

But it looks like
Iris is back in town

to settle some old scores.

-Question is, how many?

-Well, to answer
that, we're gonna

have to find out who
belongs to these dates.

-Wait a minute, this is today.

We're running out of time.

-I love you, Billy Joe.

Let's do it.

-Homicide.

Hunter?

-Yeah, Sergeant Hunter.

Who's this?

-William Joseph Powell.

Iris wants to talk to you.

-You have my calendar, Hunter?

-Yeah, I've got it right
here in front of me, Iris.

What are you doing?

-You know what I'm doing.

Your time's coming.

-Yeah, you're next, Hunter!

-Billy's a little overeager.

I told him to be patient.

-Well, uh, I've
been looking for you.

When are we gonna get together?

-Look at the calendar.

All the answers are there.

You know what today is?

-Today's the 15th.

-That's right.

Mr. Savarino's execution date.

Figured out where we are yet?

I hope so.

-Make sure that I get a full
property report on this stuff.

Maybe we can tie some of
this junk in to Alan Marshall.

So do you think this razor
belongs to Billy Joe Powell?

-I don't know.

I'll find out, Charlie.

-Fair enough.

Kelly!

So, uh, you saw the getaway car?

-Yeah.

-How do you know it
was a getaway car?

-Well, it was going
around the corner

going.

And then you guys got here.

-What kind of car was it?

-Oh, '70, '73 Lincoln, white.

-How about a license number?

-OK.

Oh, I didn't have any paper.

-A little peace and
tranquility, huh, Ed?

-A little color.

My wife thinks I
look like I spent

the summer in
solitary confinement.

How's the new crime czar?

-Running from the
revolution, like any good czar.

Chief expects me to
turn it around, overnight.

-Well, just manufacture some
of those favorable crime stats.

Pacify the press,
everyone's a winner.

-Rather drenched in
cynicism aren't we?

-No, not really.

Just feeling kind of
beat up by real life.

I'd really like to nail
this lunatic, Jack Small,

with some heavy time.

Another spoonful of
justice, down the drain.

-Wisely, I think.

We're all expected
to be involved

with the art of the
possible, as they say.

-Meaning?

- The Valley Voice survey says
that 65% of our fellow citizens

think that Small
acted in self-defense

while protecting his property.

And should be
released, scot-free.

After all, it was a
burglar that he killed.

-Number one, Jack
Small was not protecting

his personal property.

Number two, the burglar
was a 16 year-old kid.

-Yeah, but his release
could diffuse the issue.

Ease a lot of tension
in that community.

-I can't help you, Morehead.

This guy's going
to take his licks

with a manslaughter charge.

-How long have we
been friends, Ed?

Where did we meet?

San Pedro.

Remember?

Let's go, girls!

Move it, move it!

-What are you
supposed to be, a scout?

Don't get too comfortable.

Enough people are
suspicious of me already, here.

What have you got?

-Uh, are you
helping Vice out with

some big-time investigation?

-No.

Why?

-Well, I know that
you expressly wanted

me to check out this
guy, Gary Savarino.

But, in doing so,
I uh, found out

that he's got some
connections to a guy,

a dude who's got
a bad reputation.

Uh, you know a guy by
the name of Lenny Pike?

-Never heard of him.

-East coast.

Enforcer and bad man for
some world class players

of the skin game.

-Well, check this out.

Savarino paged
Youngblood this morning.

Got his number off of
Youngblood's beeper.

With Savarino gone,
maybe this Lenny Pike's

looking for a new boy
to do business with.

-Hmmm.

Interesting.

-You live here, Youngblood?

-No.

Got this place for parties.

I can do better than this.

-You know how
often I fly out here?

Twice a year.

Maybe three times,
somebody puts a gun

to my head, or vice versa.

-OK, Mr. Pike.

You don't have to
get heavy with me.

Gary's dead.

So don't you think,
maybe we should,

uh, be a little careful?

-I don't have a
problem with That

My problem is
with delivery dates.

-I just want to
take a little time off.

A couple of weeks.

One think I want you
to understand, Johnny.

In this organization,
you produce.

You don't tell someone
that you're... you're worried

about your delicate little skin.

-Hey, I'm just trying
to be sensible, all right?

-Hey, I understand sensible.

Here's sensible
from my point of view.

My boss takes an order.

Say, uh, some guy with
too much oil in the ground,

no fun in the palace.

He'll pay you plenty
for what you do, Johnny.

Apple-cheeked,
first-timers, the real McCoy.

You wouldn't believe how
many guys like that there are.

So sensible to me is, I
tell my boss, no problem.

Now, do I have a
problem, Johnny?

I don't want to make
that third trip out here.

-Your Honor, the
department's position

is to oppose bail on this case.

I also have spoken to
the parents of the victim,

and they asked me to express
their vehement opposition

to this defendant
being released on bail.

They feel, and I happen to agree
with them, that to do so would

not be in the best
interest of justice.

And signify that the law
enforcement agencies

in this city consider
a brutal, vigilante style

murder like this to
be no more important

than a traffic violation.

-Very well.

Mr. Trent?

-Thank you, Your Honor.

Your Honor, as you know,
bail is not meant to be punitive,

but only to ensure
the appearance

of the accused for trial.

Since Captain Devane
has gone so strongly

on record opposing bail,
may I ask him a few questions?

Captain, did Mr. Marshall's
death occur as a result of his

fleeing a burglary?

-Yes.

-Did your investigation tie
Marshall to other burglaries?

-Yes.

-Captain, do you have any
information, anything at all,

that would indicate
Mr. Small would

leave the jurisdiction
of this court?

-No.

-Your Honor, I'd like to ask
a reasonable bail be set, uh,

say the sum of $5,000.

Your position, Mr. Clayton?

-I have no objection,
Your Honor.

-Now, hold on a second...

-No objection, Your Honor.

-Very well.

Bail is set in the
sum of $5,000.

-Dude, nice hunk of
American steel you got here.

Snappy, I'd call it.

-It's after hours, Youngblood.

Get off the grounds.

WOMAN ON TAPE:

Roger.

Roger!

Roger!

Oh, Roger.

-Turn it off.

-You know, for
an old guy, it still

sounds like you can get it on.

Too bad it was with
on of your students.

-Give me that.

-No.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

I'm not here to take
your parking place away.

The new gym teach... Miss Woods?

Is she a cop?

I know the young
lady that you're

making music with on my tape.

I can prove that
you were with her.

If the school board ever found
out, you'd never teach again.

-Hunter?

You any closer on Iris Smith?

-We're getting there, Chief.

-Great.

I knew you would be.

You know you're a
hell of a good cop.

Look, this won't take long.

It has to do with Captain
Devane and the miserable job

he's doing on the net force.

Frankly, now, if I
let him continue,

I could be putting my
own neck in a noose.

Huh?

You understand
what I'm talking about?

-No.

-I want to take Charlie
out of the driver's seat,

and put you in it.

It would be a hell of a good
chance for a promotion, huh?

If you do the job right, huh?

Think about it, OK?

Give me an answer,
you know, later today.

-Uh, Chief?

I really appreciate the
opportunity, but, uh, stick it.

-Dee Dee!

Dee Dee, listen.

Did you, uh, did you
see Debbie today?

-No, nuh-uh.

I haven't seen her, she
skipped school today.

-Right, she didn't
sleep home last night.

I'm a little worried.

I'll have to track her down.

Come on in, have a drink.

We're having a celebration.

-You obviously made bail.

-Yeah.

But you don't seem very happy.

Come on, have a drink.

-No, I'll pass.

Thank you.

-Here's to taking another
criminal off the streets.

-You actually believe
that, don't you?

Do you think that
you've personally

made this world a
better place by removing

a kid who stole some radios?

You are pathetic.

-Pathetic?

We're claiming back our streets.

Alan Marshall is
responsible for half

the burglaries in
this neighborhood.

He got what he deserved.

-Got what he deserved?

Do you think you had the
right to just eliminate him?

What?

He was meaningless?

No chance for rehabilitation,
just execute him.

Is that it, Small?

-Come on, lady.

Rehabilitation, the prisons,
a revolving door of courts,

no cops.

No, it is fear!

Fear of punishment that is
the glue that holds this society

together, and we're getting
it back in this neighborhood.

No, it's the
flaming liberals that

want to keep the
criminals on the street.

-Really?

Well don't forget, where
you're going, Small.

Maybe after a few nights in a
steel room with some real cons,

you'll become a
flaming liberal yourself.

-You make me sick.

-Hello?

-Miss Woods?

It's Debbie Small.

Debbie?

You all right?

-Can I talk to you?

I'm in a lot of trouble.

-Where are you?

I'm near the school.

Look, can you meet me?

At the gym.

I'm afraid to come home.

-I'll be right there.

-Debbie?

Debbie, you all right?

Over here!

No, over here!

You're in trouble now!

-Hey, come on, what is this?

You better duck!

-Turn off the lights!

Come on!

Over here!

Hey, Seargeant, over here!

Back here!

Easy target.

-Oh, great. Hey, come on!

Seargeant Dee Dee McCall.

Central Division,
homicide detail.

It's been nice having
you at Pierce High.

ROGER LANDRY Who is it?

-Open up, Landry.

It's McCall.

It's official business.

-What is this?

I thought you were undercover.

-So did I. You
want to elaborate?

-Well, I'm... I'm not following.

-You were the only one at
Pierce who knew my name.

-I... I didn't tell them.

I didn't!

Why would I do
a thing like that?

-Good question.

Hope you have a good answer.

-Can you tell me how a trained,
experienced, homicide detective

is outwitted by a
high school punk?

-Roger Landry
was the only person

at that school who knew I
was working undercover.

-Oh, no, no, no.

Half the student
body knew about it.

-So that's, huh?

That's it?

I blew my cover, case is closed?

You try to stick
that in my file,

and I'll stuff it right
up your nose, sir.

-She's definitely your partner.

-How you doing?

-Guy makes me nuts!

-With all due respect, when
does he go on vacation?

-Save it, huh?

And you... cool off.

So what are you
working on, Hunter?

-Guess whose fingerprints
are all over the razor blade?

William Joseph Powell.

-Some good news for a change.

-We also know what
car he's driving, too.

-That's good.

You stay on Youngblood.

Try to find out what's
on this computer disks.

Listen, I'm going to happen
things back to normal.

I promise you.

-Good.

-Yo, Allison.

Wait up.

What's going on?

-Not much.

-Haven't see you around, lately.

-I've been around.

How about you?

-I haven't been
close enough to you.

Want to do something tonight?

-Like what?

-Oh, I don't know.

Take a ride in my van?

-Sure.

-The computer disks you
gave me are copies of software

from a computer
information service

called Compusource,
in Phoenix, Arizona.

I've got the PC hooked
into them, right now.

-What kind of
computer information?

-Oh, everything.

Typical, computer
hobbyist service.

News, games, uh,
stocks, free programs.

Nothing unusual.

You can connect up to it
using any regular telephone line.

Youngblood's a subscriber
to their data storage service.

Kind of an
electronic file cabinet.

-Well, that's smart.

He keeps his records
and receipts off paper.

-Right!

He unloads everything.

He can use any cheap
computer and the phone in his van.

-I'll get a warrant.

-You're gonna need two.

One here, and one in Arizona.

But, I'm going to warn you, it's
not going to do you any good,

unless you can read this.

I've been, uh,
peeking into his data.

Apparently, Youngblood
uses an encoding program

to scramble up his records.

All we get is page
after page of hash.

-What code?

-Could be any one of 20.

Simple programs.

All the kids know them.

Anybody with a computer
can use a code as hard

to untangle as those used
by the Defense Department

a couple years ago.

-Well, you're brilliant.

How long will it take
you to break this one?

-McCall, send me to Washington.

Get me into the
basement of the CIA,

I'm still going to need
a couple of weeks.

Otherwise, it's going to
take me a little bit longer.

-Oh, come on!

Can't I get
something on this guy

before the turn of the century?

-Well, if you can get me
interstate wiretap, you might.

Then the next person
that calls and uses

Youngblood's
Compusource account,

we'll know who he
does business with.

Small won't be interviewed

but the other members of
his neighborhood watch group

describe him as taking a
hard, law initiative stand.

He was attacked by
bikers, and stabbed...

The preliminary
hearing of Jack Small,

dubbed the Vista Mar
vigilante, will get underway

this afternoon, in Los Angeles.

Demonstrators protesting
Small's release on bail

faced off with marchers
hailing him as a local hero.

Though the DA is expected
to present enough evidence

to support a charge of
manslaughter against Small,

his supporters vow
to fight the charge...

-Mr. Clayton, are
you ready to proceed?

-Your Honor, I've discussed
the case with my superiors,

and in the interest
of justice, the people

move to dismiss all charges
against the defendant.

Order please!

Order in the court!

Would you care to clarify
that decision for the record?

-We feel there's more
than a reasonable doubt

as to whether the defendant
used unequal force.

We're willing to accept his
claim of proper self-defense.

-Order, please.

Very well.

Case dismissed.

Here he comes! Mr. Clayton!

Mr. Clayton!

Why did you drop the charges?

-Ed!

Ed!

What the hell is going on?

-Mr. Small, Mr. Small...
How does it feel

to have all charges
against you dropped?

-Well, naturally it's... I'm
pleased, I'm delighted.

I don't have to go
through the ordeal of a trial.

But, uh, any happiness that I
feel is outweighed by sorrow.

Sorrow, because of, of a
community that was coming apart

at the seams, a young man by
the name of Alan Marshall died.

It's certainly given me a new
sense of support for the police

department, that is doing
everything that it can to make

this city, this city a
safer place to live...

Mr. Small, what's next?

And what to you say to
the parents of the dead boy?

-You're mine!

-Hi.

Could you help me?

I'm looking for a girl,
her name is Debbie.

She hasn't done
anything wrong, I just

really need to speak with her.

No, huh?

All right, look.

If you do see her, will
you call me please?

Call me collect.

No, you keep that.

Thank you.

-This your first time?

-Yeah.

-Wanna try something special?

-Sure.

-What's that for?

-Let's just pretend
we're in the movies.

-You gonna mess with
that thing all night long?

-Yes.

-Hey, let's kill
that cop tonight.

-No.

-I'm bored!

I need some action!

-Haven't I been
treating you right?

-You know what I mean, baby.

Remember how it
was when we first met?

Huh?

I was kind of hoping we
might do the same thing again.

-I don't want to
do that anymore.

-Why not?

Most of them are asking for it.

-People only die when
the time is right, Billy Joe.

You don't have to go
out looking for them,

they'll be delivered to you.

At the hour appointed
by the universe.

-You sit there all you want.

I'm going out.

-Cop see you, you're dead.

-No one's gonna see me.

I'm gonna have some fun.

-Hunter.

-Charlie.

Remember the Hollywood hooker
slashings, about 8 years ago?

-Yeah.

14 mutilated women.

It was your case.

Still unsolved.

-Right.

Now, I arrested Iris, while
I was working on the case,

I found she was wanted
for murder in Texas.

After I extradited her back to
Texas, those slashings stopped.

-OK.

-You recall what kind of weapon
was used in the slashings?

-Razor.

-Right.

-Was Billy Joe Powell
in Hollywood then?

-Powell grew up in Montana.

The State Police there
lost track of him in 1974.

We busted him four
times, here in Los

Angeles between 1975 and 1978.

-That's when the
slashings took place.

-That's right.

-Billy later turns up in Texas.

His first arrest is six
weeks after Iris is extradited.

-Right.

He's following
his lover, isn't he?

-Where does that leave you?

-Well, Iris told me all the
information I need to know

was going to be
found on the calendar.

I have an idea we're gonna
hear from her pretty soon.

-Why don't you go on home, OK?

I'll lock this stuff up.

Just, um, pull all that stuff
from Gary Savarino's shop

and leave it for me on
the counter, all right?

Thank you.

-Who are you?

Hey, what are you doing here?

-You're the fella on TV.

Aren't you that big
hero, Jack Small?

-Yes, I am.

-I was hoping I'd find you.

How you doing?

-OK.