Hunter (1984–1991): Season 5, Episode 13 - City Under Siege: Part 3 - full transcript

Tonight on "Hunter."

-Division commander
taking on a deputy chief?

You're gonna regret
you ever heard my name.

-Debbie, you're $500 richer.

Earn it.

-My whole life just
kinda turned to crap.

-Love making.

Recorded secretly, my
partner was a student.

-Why don't you and
I have a little chat?

-Meet me at the observatory.

-Freeze right there!



In the last two
weeks of "Hunter."

-Los Angeles is
a city under siege.

-Hunter, I've missed you.

And I'm back in
town with the bag.

-I mean if you wanna get a
handle on why this neighborhood

shivers in its sleep, a
young megalomaniac punk

like Youngblood is
a good place to start.

-Los Angelenos
lock their doors then

wonder where are the police.

-The day after tomorrow
whoever owns that code

is going to be dead.

-Freeze!

Stay of execution.

-Hey, hold it!



-No!

-You killed Alan.

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

-65% of our
fellow citizens think

that Small acted in self
defense and should be released.

-And in the interest
of justice the people

moved to dismiss all
charges against the defendant.

-Do you have calendar, Hunter?

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

-Your time's coming.

-You're next, Hunter.

-You know, for
an old guy it still

sounds like you can get it on.

Too bad it was with
one of your students.

-It's Debbie Small.

I'm in a lot of trouble.

-Debbie, you all right?

-Sergeant Deedee
McCall, it's been

nice having you at Pierce High.

-I wanna take Charlie
out of the driver's seat

and put you in it.

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

-Hey, let's kill
that cop tonight.

-You don't have to go
out looking for them.

They'll be delivered
to you at the hour

appointed by the universe.

And now "City Under
Siege," part three.

-Is it Jack Small?

-Yeah.

-What next?

Any suspects?

-No.

Some neighbors heard a
scream around 6:00 this morning.

And they didn't
thinking about it.

They figured it was some
kids playing till they looked out

and they saw him floating
face down in a pool.

-Yeah.

Revenge for the
Marshall killing, you think?

-I don't know.

I asked DHQ to go over
and interview his parents.

-Good, good.

What about, uh,
Small's daughter?

Debbie?

Isn't that her name?

She know anything about this?

-She's unaccounted for.

I had Brennan
check the apartment.

Nothing.

-Chief, we understand
the victim has

been identified as Jack Small.

Now shouldn't you
have anticipated

an attempt on his life?

-Well, we're fully
aware of the controversy

surrounding Jack Small.

I assume, or presume that
he didn't ask for protection,

however if there's any,
uh, dereliction of duty,

you have my word that
whoever is responsible

will face the consequences.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

-One more question.

-Oh, great.

Here comes the
prince of the city.

-Well, what do you got?

Don't color it.

-Stabbed to death.

No wits, no suspects.

-Huh.

Tell me something.

What did you do before
you became a cop?

-I was a secretary.

-Good.

You'll have something
to fall back on.

-Excuse me.

-Well, another stellar
performance by your people.

Why wasn't Small
provide with protection?

-He had plenty of
protection while he

was still in county jail.

-Are you suggesting my
complicity in his release?

-I know Ed Clayton and
he's a damn good prosecutor.

He wouldn't roll over
on a case like this

unless he'd been persuaded.

-Devane, you've been skating
on thin ice for sometime now.

And the task forces has
fallen on its collective ass.

And because of your
incompetent leadership,

the department is
under severe criticism.

Our reputation's number one.

Well, say it's suffered.

I think it's time
that we relieve

you of your responsibilities.

Bring in some new blood.

-I know all about
your offer to Hunter.

It's about what I'd
expect from you.

You know, Curtis, you've
made a career out of bobbing

and weaving, making sure
the stink doesn't stick to you.

Well, I promise you,
I am gonna find out

who is responsible for putting
Jack Small back on the street.

And when I do, I'll bet
you a barrel of Powers Irish

you don't survive the scrutiny.

-Now you say that you
saw a man running away?

-Yes.

He had something
shiny in his hand.

I think it was a knife.

-Can you describe him for me?

-I already have for
Sergeant Hunter.

-For Sergeant Hunter?

What do you mean?

-You should have his picture.

-Your artist drew him last week.

-Is this the man that you saw?

-It's him.

Do you think he
might come back here?

-No, Mrs. Fleck.

I wouldn't worry about that.

You'll be all right.

Greg?

Take Mrs. Fleck inside.

Tell the watch commander
I want her checked hourly.

You'll be fine.

Debbie?

Debbie?

I don't understand.

Why do they do that?

-I don't know.

-Last month on my 18th birthday
he gave me this teddy bear

and I thought it
was really stupid.

He just wanted
me to be a little girl.

-Why don't we go
inside where we can talk?

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Debbie, is there, uh,
anything that I can do for you?

-Look, I just think
I need to be alone.

-Deb.

-I'll be all right.

Really.

-I think we need to talk.

-What about?

-A lot?

-Well, I have some
free time this afternoon.

-Good.

Come by my office.

-Rick, downtown store
owner thinks he made Billy

off the bulletin we distributed.

First and Adams.

-Thanks, Rick.

-Yeah, hell.

I saw him on the news
just the other night.

I think they're staying
right over there.

Hotel Baltimore?

-Yeah.

-You sure that's them?

-I'm sure.

I've seen him more
than I've seen her,

but that's the guy
that bought the knife.

-Thanks.

Appreciate it.

-Yeah.

No problem.

-This is one, William 156.

I am at first and Adams Street.

Request a plain clothes
back up in the rear

of the Hotel Baltimore.

Possible 187 suspect, code two.

Roger, one William 156.

-In other news, the victim
in last night's valley slaying

has been identified
as Jack Small,

a so-called North
Hollywood vigilante.

He was arrested
earlier this week

as a suspect in the
tragic death of Pierce

High School student
Alan Marshall.

Many valley residents
were outraged

when manslaughter
charges against small

were unexpectedly blocked.

-Hmm, outraged?

You bet.

-Police have
refused to speculate

as to a motive in Small's
murder and reported

they have no active suspects.

-That's cause you're
all a bunch of dummies.

-I appreciate your
willingness to speak with me.

You understand,
of course, that I

will be recording
everything we say?

-Do you have to?

I understand.

-And since, uh, I
read you your rights,

you are under no
obligation to speak with me.

-Yes, I know.

Please have a seat.

-OK.

What do you need to
speak with me about?

-Well, to begin
with, you were right.

Youngblood did force me to
tell him that you were a cop.

-Forced you how?

-His stock and trade.

-What's that?

-Lovemaking.

Recorded secretly at my bedroom.

Alan Marshall was probably
in my apartment on Friday

night in order to recover
the tape recorder.

-Well, I can understand how that
would be embarrassing for you,

but, uh...

-My partner was a student.

-What was the student's name?

-Debbie Small.

Look, uh, it's not at
all what you think it is.

As a matter of fact, it, it
started very innocently.

Her father never gave her so
much as a second of his time.

All she needed was someone
to talk to, someone to turn to,

and... we went for walks.

We went jogging.

We, uh, we snuck out
to the movies a few times.

All I really wanted to do was
to, to take her into my arms

and, and to protect her.

And then one
thing led to another.

She is 18.

She's a woman, Sergeant McCall.

-She just turned 18
last month, Landry.

How long have you
been involved with her?

-A year.

-How did Youngblood
find out about it?

-She must've told him.

Maybe when she was
stoned, maybe in order

to prove to him that she was
worth something, I don't know.

-Or maybe to get
something from him.

-What happens to me now?

-Well, you could be
charged with statutory rape.

That depends upon the DA.

The question is what
happens to Debbie now.

-William Joseph
Powell, Iris Smith.

These are the two
people we're looking for.

Now I don't know if
they're in the hotel or not.

I don't know if they're
together or they're separate.

They're armed and dangerous.

Brennan, I want
you to stay here.

Keep an eye on the
back of the building.

Al, I want you to come with me.

They're low.

Get ready.

How do you do?

I'm Sergeant Hunter at
LA Police Department.

Ever see those
two people before?

-I don't know.

-William Joseph
Powell, Iris Smith.

Take another look, please.

-Yeah.

They look like the Joneses.

-The Joneses.

Are they in their room?

-How the hell do I know?

-What room are they
registered under?

-411.

-411.

-Hello?

-You got trouble on the way.

I told them you were in 411.

-OK.

Thanks.

-408.

-Alan?

Alan?

-Hunter, I heard
shots. What's going on?

Talk to me.

What's going on?

-Brennan, he's coming out.

We got an officer down.

Brennan!

-I'm all right!

He headed north up the alley!

I'm calling for help!

Shots fired!

Shots fired!

Officer down, officer down!

-What the hell are you
calling me out here for?

-Chief, tell me something.

You were captain down at San
Pedro about eight years ago,

weren't you?

-Yeah, I know where I was
eight years ago, Charlie.

The question is what
am i doing here now.

-You had some business with
Ed Clayton then, didn't you?

-Oh.

That's it then, yeah.

That's why you didn't
want to talk in the office.

OK.

This better be good.

-I was looking through
his personnel file.

About eight years ago he was
arrested by one of your traffic

officers and then released
without explanation.

You mind telling me why?

-I have no idea what
you're talking about.

-Well, the way Clayton rolled
over on the Jack Small case

you'd think that someone
had him on a really

short leash, someone
like you, maybe?

-You're tilting at
windmills, Charlie.

I had nothing to do with
Jack Small's release.

-Oh, I intend to
look very carefully

into his professional
life until I get an answer.

-You leave Clayton out of this.

You're wasting the
department's time and mine.

-Would I be wasting IAD's time?

-You wanna go
to internal affairs?

I'll hold the door open for you.

And I'll show the way the
personnel where you can

turn in your ID
and resign in lieu...

-In lieu of nothing.

You're not gonna force me out.

You want me out you'll
have to go the whole route.

And while you're out trumping
up some disciplinary action

against me, I'm gonna
nail you with one that sticks.

-What are you playing at?

A division commander
taking on a deputy chief?

Forget it, Charlie,
because you're gonna lose.

And you're gonna regret
you ever heard my name.

Commander one
William, come in please.

Commander one William respond.

-One William, go.

We Have a report
of an officer involved

shooting near Fifth
and Los Angeles Streets.

One officer killed,
another wounded.

-What about the shooter?

Sergeant Hunter

was reported to be involved
in a foot pursuit of the suspect.

-Get an air unit
over there right away.

I'm on my way.

Roger.

-I'll see you there?

-All right.

I'll handle it from
the task force room.

-Didn't you hear what they said?

One dead, one wounded?

Don't you care about your men?

Or do you only shop for
the cameras when we win?

-Freeze right there!

-So why did that old guy
send you to the wrong room?

-Powell told him
he'd cut his throat

if he didn't lie for him.

-And a cop's dead.

-Captain, deputy chief
Moorehead wants to see you.

He's in your office.

-Swell.

Captain, Sergeant.

We have things
we could be doing.

-So do I. I'm spending half
my day fending off reporters

is not in my job description.

-I think if you stopped
hobnobbing at those press

luncheons, chief, and
started paying attention

to what this department
goes through on a daily basis,

you might have a
different impression

about the people
who serve this city.

And then maybe we
all should stand back

and take a long
hard look at your job.

-Hunter, I didn't dismiss you.

-He's got a lot of work to do.

-Dammit, Devane.

This city is expecting
things to happen.

-You're the one who
made the promises, chief.

-Well, let me clue you in.

Somebody's gonna take a
fall as soon as the good folks up

above decide they
need a scapegoat.

And you can be damn
sure it isn't gonna be me.

-Don't bet on it.

-Hi.

-Thanks for coming.

-I was glad you called.

Packing up, moving out?

-Yeah, my mom's gonna
be here in a few days

to take care of things,
whatever that means.

She wants me to
pack everything up.

-How are you feeling?

-OK, I guess.

You heard about me
and Vice Principal Landry.

-Yeah, he told me.

-Probably think I'm
pretty stupid, huh?

-No.

I saw the tape that
you made with Johnny.

-I'm sorry.

-Sorry I saw it or
sorry you did it?

-Both.

I tried to get it back.

I even

-Told Johnny about
you and Roger.

You set me up at the
gym too, didn't you?

-I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

My whole life just
kinda turned to crap.

I'm all, yeah, let's go
have fun with the friends

and everything, but it's like
nobody really talks to me,

or knows what I am
or what matters to me.

-I guess, uh, I guess
you're the only person

that really knows that.

You know, Debbie,
if it means anything,

I happen to think
you're a good person.

You've got a good heart.

-Deep down inside
underneath all that other stuff.

-Well, you may have made a
few mistakes along the way, yeah.

But I think you've got what it
takes to turn your life around.

I really do.

-Thanks.

I'll give it a shot.

-Good.

-Charlie.

-Hi, Ed.

Sit down.

Kinda wish I could open a
secondary office out here.

It's kinda nice, you know?

-So Charlie,
something you didn't

want to deal with
back at the ranch?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I wanna talk about a
night eight years ago in San Pedro.

When a young up
and coming assistant

DA got drunk and took out two
lamp posts and an RTD bus stop.

-Yeah.

-But more to the point,
what happened afterwards?

When a then Captain Moorehead
kicked him loose for future

favors.

-Who you talking to, Charlie?

-Talked to Carlos Espinada,
the arresting officer.

He's retired now.

Yeah, he, uh.

He didn't even
remember it, but I

waded through about
five miles of microfilm

to find the original
traffic violation.

-Charlie, did you ever do
something so unbelievably

stupid that you just wish
you could take it back?

Cut out that hour, that minute,
even the seconds of your life?

Curtis Moorehead,
he did that for me.

My career would have
gone down the tubes.

He arranged to spring me
without anybody the wiser.

Charlie, I, I, didn't
have any choice.

I couldn't say no.

-So eight years
later he involves you

in a conspiracy
to obstruct justice

and you still don't say no.

-Charlie, I'm telling
you, he's still got me.

There was nothing
else I could've done.

-Another career decision?

Now look, Ed, I know
you're not a crook.

I know there's nothing
basically corrupt about you.

You made a bad mistake, but
Moorehead is a different story.

He and his type, they
cheapen everything that we do,

everything we stand for.

And I'll tell you something,
they will destroy us, too.

If we give them half a chance.

I'm going after him.

It'll be a hell of lot easier
with you standing next to me.

But either way,
I'm gonna get him.

-Hunter, homicide.

Wasn't too cool
what you did, Rick.

Wasn't too cool at all.

-Well, that's how I treat
all my murderers, Iris.

That's the way it goes.

-It's time.

-Why don't you and
I have a little chat?

Yeah.

Let's.

Meet me at the observatory.

You know when if you've
done your homework.

Can we talk? Meet me

this morning in the
school parking lot.

-Debbie, I'm not
really interested

in your personal problems.

-I need money, Johnny.

-So what am I?

A bank?

-Can we just talk, please?

-OK.

I'm about five minutes away.

-Thanks.

Yeah.

Hello?

-Yeah, Lenny, it's Youngblood.

Anything shaking?

-Yeah.

You think you could, uh,
say, get, uh, another grand?

You got something for me?

-Yeah.

Just call it a bonus tape.

You got it working, huh?

-Yeah.

I'm on my way to a
pre-production meeting

right now.

Meet you at your
place with the cash.

-Debbie?

What are you doing out here?

-I got something I gotta do.

-Are you all right?

-I'm fine.

-Look at me.

Will you, please?

I'm real sorry about everything
that's been happening to you.

I think when you're
up to it, we should talk.

-Sure.

-I care about you.

You know that, don't you?

-All right.

You wanna get
whatever's on your mind

over with as
quickly as possible?

-Morning, chief.

Did you eat yet?

-I have a lunch.

You got exactly five minutes.

-I don't think I'm gonna
need even that much time.

-All right.

Then get on with it.

-Eight years ago you were
a captain down in San Pedro,

right?

-Yeah, we've been all over that.

-Not the good part.

Cause I believe
your whole career

is one long trail of
manipulative corruption.

-You want a turkey
shoot, Devane?

Well, you're in the
wrong neck of the woods.

-I don't think so.

I finally found out why
Ed Clayton was arrested.

DUI into some county property.

Starting to sound familiar?

So an up and coming
assistant DA drinks too much,

gets involved in an accident
that could end his career.

Suddenly he's reprieved.

He must have been very grateful.

-I wouldn't know.

-Let's ask the DA.

-Uh, Clayton, I don't
know what kind of delusion

you're under here, but if you
wanna come down to my office

and talk it over.

-We've talked enough.

It's over, Curtis.

-Nothing's ever over.

Things change and I adjust.

You wanna tell them
that I blackmailed you?

That I forced you to
do what I want in order

to bring some kind
of order into this, uh,

totally chaotic bureaucracy?

-Something like that, yeah.

-Well, the you're gonna
have to prove it, gentlemen,

because I'm gonna deny it all.

And I got a lot of
colleagues is very, very

tall positions that are
gonna back me up.

-Oh, chief, I'd like you to
meet officers Pitts and Johnson.

They're from internal affairs.

Think you better
cancel that lunch.

I just need a couple
hundred dollars.

I'll pay you back.

-I'm offering you $500.

And you can keep it.

-Johnny, please...

-Damn it, Debbie.

You've done this before.

What the hell do you care?

I'm talking $500
cash and all you

gotta do is the only thing
you can do halfway decent.

Look, don't give me
those phony tears.

You know what you are.

And you're never gonna change.

So smoke some dope, kickback.

We'll make a movie and
you can be on your merry way.

Clean up your act.

That's your cash.

Dude, what's up?

Hey, Johnny.

So we on?

-You got the money?

So, uh, you wanna
stick around or you

want a messenger service?

-Yeah, I, uh, I
guess I could stick

around for a little while.

-Debbie, you're $500 richer.

Earn it.

-Get your hands behind
your head and lace

your fingers behind your
neck. You're under arrest.

-And what the hell for?

-Well let's try for starters
transportation of pornography

across state lines and
possession of illegal drugs.

I'm gonna kick you so hard
you wish today was a bad dream.

Get him out of here.

-Come on.

Let's move it.

You have the right to
remain silent anything

you say can and will...

-Had to wait will he
brought out the money.

-I know.

-You did good.

Took a lot of guts to put
on a wire and come in here.

-I'm just glad it's all over.

Thanks.

-Yeah.

Come on.

-Well, right on time, Iris.

Just like the calendar said.

-Yeah, timing's
everything, isn't it, Hunter?

-You're under arrest.

I want you to let the hostage go
and put your gun on the ground.

Do it, Iris!

Enough innocent
people have died already.

-Nobody's innocent!