Hunter (1984–1991): Season 5, Episode 17 - Shoot to Kill - full transcript

As Hunter and McCall investigate a string of jewelry store robberies, they pursue the thieves in an alley and McCall shoots a man who may be innocent.

Tonight, on "Hunter."

-Freeze, police!

-Are you sure it was
the suspect you hit?

-This is an officer who cares
about people, who'd never take

an another human life unless
it was absolutely warranted.

-I have to know what you
were doing in the alley the night

you got shot.

-You killed him.

-He tried to kill me.

I had no choice.

-Hey, what's taking so long?



-I can't hear the tumblers.

-Gimme a whack.

I'll show you how it's done.

-We'll make expenses.

-Christmas comes early.

SPORTSCASTER:
There's a breaking ball

for a strike on one.

Lonnie hitting .265 with six
homers, 40 runs batted in.

He's in the lead-off
spot for only

the second time in
the last few months.

The pitch is a
fastball over again.

The reason he's leading off
is that Willie Wilson has been

struggling as the
lead-off man...

-Hey!



Hey!

Hold it right there!

Stop!

He shot the guard
and ran down the alley.

I'm sorry, that's all I saw.

-OK, thanks a lot.

-What'd the wit have to say?

-Huh.

Well, not very much.

Two male Caucasians,
medium height,

medium build, dark clothes.

Both left on foot.

-You got your
hands full, Hunter.

-Yeah.

-This is their third
job, and they haven't

left much in the
way of evidence.

Except all of their
jobs involves places

with the Security
Pack 600 alarm system.

It's a dinosaur, an open
invitation to any burglar.

-Now, uh, their MO is
coming through the roof

like this, huh?

-Yeah, they rewire
the alarm circuit

out an air conditioning
duct or air vent.

It's the same MO every time.

-Yeah, well, except this
time they killed somebody.

Now, has any of
the stuff they've

taken over the last
couple jobs shown

up on the streets anywhere?

-That's the crazy part.

Nothing's surfaced.

The stuff's all small
stones, two or three

carats, easy to fence.

-OK.

Well, have Sinclair have
your case reports on my desk.

-You'll have them ASAP.

-Great.

See you later.

Good luck here.

There's over 500 stores
in southern California

using a Security Pack
600 security system.

57 of those stores
are jewelry stores.

-Well, why are we
concentrating on

the Security Pack 600 system?

-The Security Pack 600
system is an antiquated system.

It's easily bypassed.

-Well, we certainly can't
cover 57 jewelry stores.

-We don't have to.

So far the, uh,
burglaries have only

been occurring in
two neighborhoods.

Now, they're moving west
toward Rampart Division,

and in that area there
are only eight jewelry

stores with the
Security Pack system.

-Well, we can handle that.

-Mhm.

When can you start?

-Tonight.

Hey, Ron.

-I'm here.

-Do you have
anything out front at all?

Dead as my first marriage.

Hey, McCall, we've
been here almost a week.

How many more nights
are we gonna wait?

-I don't know.

Let me check with Hunter,
see what's going on.

Hey, partner, come in.

What's going down?

Not a thing.

What's up?

-Look, you know, there
have been no shows all week.

Maybe these guys folded up.

What do you think?

-Well, their MO is anywheres
from midnight to 6:00 AM.

I think we should hang
loose and see what turns up.

-All right.

Ron, this is McCall.

I've got two men at
the back of the store.

Hold your position.

-Roger, 57.

Hunter, did you read that?

-Yeah, I got it.

-Freeze, police!

-Let's get out of here!

Come on!

-They're rabbiting.

I'm going after them.

I'll take the front.

-I'm a police officer!

Throw your gun out, and
come out where I can see you!

-No!

What happened?

What happened?

You were shot?

-I'm hurt.

-OK.

All right, come on.

Come on.

All right, pard.

All right, that's enough.

You're all right.

You're gonna be OK.

Remember what we
talked about, huh?

Remember what we talked about?

We went over it.

No evidence?

Gimme your jacket.

-Yeah, yeah.

-Where's the key?

-Huh?

-Doug, talk.

Where's the key to the stash?

-In the box.

-Where?

-On my dresser.

-All right, buddy, all right.

All right.

Come here, buddy.

You'll be all right.

Don't tell the cops anything.

You better get to a radio

and call for an ambulance.

I wounded him.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

-How about him?

-He's breathing.

What about the other guy?

-No.

He must have got past me.

-What have we got?

-Torn this alley apart.

No gun.

I don't think
we're gonna find it.

-Well, keep looking.

It'll turn up.

Look, Dykstra, I
returned shots fired.

Before you indict
me, why don't we

finish the search
for the weapon first?

-Nobody's indicting you, McCall.

Why don't you just cool down?

-Yeah, well, it's been
a long night, you know?

-Now, you say shot the suspect
about 60 yards up the alley?

-Right.

-How long did it take
you to get to him?

-I don't know, uh,
a minute or less.

-OK.

We'll be in touch.

-I'm going over to the hospital.

If Roberts comes
to, I wanna be there.

-Call you later, eh?

-Yeah.

Thanks.

Mr. Roberts was in
surgery for three hours.

His condition is critical.

We don't know if
he'll make it or not.

-As soon as he
regains consciousness,

I'd like to know.

I'd like to, uh, have the
opportunity to tape record

anything he might say,
so let me know, OK?

-Excuse me, are
you a police officer?

-Yes, can I help you?

-Um, yes.

My husband Doug was
shot last night by an officer.

-You're Mrs. Roberts.

-Yes, Adele Roberts.

Why was he shot?

-Yeah, your husband was
involved in an attempted burglary

at the jewelry store
over on Hudson Street.

-That's not true.

I mean, Doug hasn't done
anything illegal in his life.

-Do you have any idea why
he was in the area last night?

-No.

He went to hockey game
with some friends from work.

I mean, they probably went
out for a drink afterwards.

Doug is not a criminal.

I mean, he hasn't
done anything wrong.

-Mrs. Roberts, your husband
took several shots at me.

He tried to kill me.

-You shot Doug?

-I'm afraid he didn't
give me any choice.

-How could he have shot at you?

He doesn't even own a gun.

You have made
a terrible mistake.

-Excuse me.

-Mhm?

-David Lane?

-Yeah.

What can I do for you?

-I'm Sgt. Hunter, PD.

-This about Doug Roberts?

-Yeah.

How'd you know?

-His wife called this morning.

-Yeah, his, uh, his
wife said that, uh,

you and a couple other
workmates accompanied

him to the hockey
game last night.

Is that right?

-Yeah.

What time was the game over?

9:30, 10:00.

-And where'd you go after that?

-Hit a few bars.

-All of you?

-Yeah.

Doug left early though.

He said he had to get home.

-Around what time was that?

1:00.

No, no, 12:30.

12:30.

Oh, so he has his own car?

-Yeah.

I was with Art and Brad.

They, uh, dropped
me off at my apartment.

-I see.

Now, was, uh, Doug
a friend of yours?

-Besides work,
every once in a while

the boss throws
a few comp tickets

to go to a football game,
maybe a hockey game.

Shame something
like this gotta happen.

-Yeah, it is.

Can you give me the
names of the other two fellows

that was with you last night?

-Hmm, Art and, uh, Brad.

Let me see.

Here's their cards.

Does that help you?

-Oh, yeah, that's great.

Thanks.

-Yeah, we heard about Doug.

Is he gonna be OK?

-He's out of surgery.

That's about all I know.

-Phew.

That's good to hear.

-You guys good friends?

-Yeah, yeah.

He was a bud.

-Crazy, but he was way cool.

-Yeah.

Brad and I, we got him
hooked on, you know,

going to hockey games,
basketball games.

-You have any idea at
all what Roberts was doing

behind that jewelry store
at 3:30 in the morning?

-Not here.

-Nah.

-Now, Lane said
after the game you

guys all went out
to have some drinks.

Is that right?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

-But Roberts left early.

How come?

-I'm not sure.

-You know, he did say he was
having problems with his car.

-Yeah, his truck.

Yeah.

-Yeah, right, right, yeah.

-Wiring problem.

-Yeah, yeah.

-Wiring of the truck,
something like that.

-It could've broke down on him.

-It was pretty old.

-How old is it?

-Maybe '56, '57,
something like that.

Chevy.

-What color?

-Uh, red.

-OK.

Appreciate it.

Thanks.

This is William-56.

Run the following names
through CIC, please.

DISPATCH: Roger, go ahead.

-David J. Lane, as it sounds.

Art B. Jardine,
J-A-R-D-I-N-E. And Brad G.

Ellman, E-L-L-M-A-N.

I identified myself
as a police officer,

and he fired at me.

How many shots
did the suspect fire?

Seven.

-How many shots did you fire?

-One.

I hit the suspect
in the upper chest.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

When I found him, he had
a bullet wound in his chest.

-No, I meant, are you sure
it was the suspect you hit?

-Yes, I'm... I'm positive.

-What were the lighting
conditions in the alley?

-There was a street
lamp some distance away,

and it was rather dim.

So you could clearly
see the suspect's face.

-No, he was in silhouette.

-Then you can't
be 100% sure that it

was the suspect
you were firing at.

-He was shooting at me.

I saw the flash from his gun.

I returned fire.

-But when you found the man
you shot, he wasn't even armed.

He wasn't even dressed the same
as when you first observed him.

How do you explain that?

-You saw that alley.

There's hundreds
of places where you

could stash a gun and clothing.

-An army of cops couldn't
come up with anything.

OK, let's ask ourselves how a
severely wounded man traveled

60 yards and hides a gun,
a jacket, and a pair of gloves

so we can't find them,
all in less than a minute.

-Roberts had a partner.

Maybe the partner
circled around,

he... he found
Roberts wounded, he...

He took his gun
and his clothing.

-Look, Sergeant, we
would like to believe you.

But our problem is we
need physical evidence

to support that story.

And right now, it
doesn't look so good.

Look, I know these
questions are tough.

But if we don't ask them now,
the DA is gonna ask them later.

-Yeah, I know.

Go ahead.

Find anything interesting?

-The lint in my pocket is
more interesting than what's

on this rack.

-Thanks for taking the
time to meet with me.

-For my lady of the badge,
it's always a pleasure.

Now, what can I do you for?

-I'm looking for a fence who
may have moved some jewelry

-Uh, how much?

-I'd say close to a million
taken right out of the jewelry

cases of three different stores.

-Uh, what kind of time
frame we working with?

-Oh, listen, you know the deal.

I needed it yesterday,
as soon as possible.

-Well, OK.

Well, I will start
spinning around

to see what I can find...
Uh-oh... right after I

purchase this
little beauty here.

-What is that, an
armadillo or a rat?

-I think it's quite
obvious, Sergeant.

-Only to your eyes.

Thanks for your help.

-Yeah, me too.

Later.

1-William-57, respond.

-57, go ahead.

DISPATCH: Your suspect

has regained consciousness
at Wilshire Memorial.

-Thanks for letting me know.

I'm on my way.

Roger.

-Mr. Roberts, can you hear me?

-What are you doing?

Leave him alone.

Haven't you done enough already?

-Mrs. Roberts, I'm sorry.

I have to speak
with your husband.

Mr. Roberts, I'm
a police officer.

I have to know what you
were doing in the alley the night

you got shot.

Were you breaking
into the jewelry store?

-I don't know what
you're talking about.

I love you.

-Doug?

Doug?

Doug?

Are you satisfied now?

You killed him.

You're gonna pay.

You're gonna get
what you deserve.

Now, Sgt. McCall was in
the south part of the alley,

and you were in front
of the jewelry store.

Is that correct?

That's right.

-And when Sgt.
McCall radioed saying

the suspects were
fleeing, what did you do?

-I ran to the north
entrance of the alley,

and I started to
search the area.

-But did you happen to
see any of the suspects?

-No, I didn't.

-Sgt. McCall thinks that
Roberts' partner doubled back

in the alley after he was
shot and took his gun.

-It's possible.

-But that area is
honeycombed with alleys

and residential yards.

That second suspect
could have disappeared

a dozen different ways.

-There's another possibility.

If one of the suspects got
by you, maybe both of them

escaped.

-What he means is if
both of them got by you,

McCall could have mistaken
Roberts for the suspect

and shot him.

-Look, anything might
have happened that night,

but McCall was on top of
her suspect from the word go.

-But it's like you
said, anything

might have happened that night.

-What I'm trying to...

-That's all for now, Sergeant.

Thank you.

-What are you
planning on calling

this report, "Get McCall"?

You spent all your time trying
to poke holes in her story.

Didn't it ever occur to
you she might be right?

-That's exactly why
we have to cover

every angle of this thing.

-Good, good, good.

Because there are a couple
of angles I think you're missing.

What about her performance
record, for starters?

This is not some trigger-happy
cop we're talking about.

This is an officer who cares
about people, who'd never take

another human life unless
it was absolutely warranted.

And let me tell
you something else.

I think this guy Roberts
is as dirty as it gets.

-You better cool down,
Captain, because this

is not a personal thing.

-I take it personally.

McCall is one of
the best officers

I have ever worked with.

This department needs
more officers like her.

-I understand your
concern for Sgt. McCall,

and I respect that.

But we didn't ask
for this assignment.

But now that's it's
ours, you damn well

better believe we're gonna
do the investigation our way.

Because if we
don't, this whole thing

is going to look like one
big departmental whitewash.

And I don't think you want that.

-You know, I really don't
care what it looks like.

Whitewash or not, I just
care that the truth gets out,

and I want the
good in with the bad.

-Oh, you're gonna get that.

I promise you.

Captain, what about McCall?

-What about her?

-It's department procedure.

You're gonna have
to tell her eventually.

-I know my job.

Look, McCall, I am
sorry, but it's not my idea.

Now, you know the way this goes.

You've been reassigned
to administrative duties.

-For how long?

-Until the
investigation is over.

Now, look, McCall, you
know where I stand on this.

If it was up to me,
there'd be no problem.

But it's not.

It's up to the brass.

And you know how they are.

They're just
covering their tails.

What have you got?

-OK.

Rundown on Lane
is he's an ex-con

from Miami, four
convictions for burglary.

1985, a federal
rap for transporting

stolen property
across a state line.

-What about Jardine and Ellman?

-Jardine... well, I mean,
they're small-time punks.

But the only one without
a record was Roberts.

-Well, I think we've
got probable cause.

I want these people put
on 24-hour surveillance.

I want you to look into
their phone records.

As a matter of fact, call Ed
Fowler down at the DA's office,

explain the situation to him.

He's the best guy
I know for getting

a subpoena on short notice.

-If there were
four of them, then

how come only
two pulled the job?

-Well, I think
two pulled the job

while two were
making alibis for them.

-What about Roberts' truck?

-Ah, the truck, good point.

Black and white
found the truck one

block from the jewelry store.

I checked it out.

The truck was
rigged for an alibi.

-These guys
thought of everything.

-Yeah, but they didn't
plan on Roberts dying.

-Now, I know how I was set up.

Lane went back, and
he took Roberts' gun.

-Right.

-We're going to have to
find some way to prove that.

-Don't worry about it.

They'll blow it.

Come on.

Hold on a second.

You're flying solo for awhile.

McCall's stuck at the desk
until after the review board's

inquiry.

-I'll be in touch.

-Do you think Roberts told the
cops about us before he died?

You should've never
let him stash the stuff.

-How many times
I gotta tell you?

One guy reduces
the risk of exposure.

-But a security locker.

I mean, why a security locker?

Because there's a
lot of people out there

who steal things.

The only thing I didn't figure
on was Roberts getting killed.

-Hey, no big deal, right
We just go on in there

and get the stuff, right?

-It's a security locker.

You know what that means?

I need Roberts' key.

-Well, did he tell
you where he put it?

-Yeah, he's got it
stashed at his house.

-Oh, great, great.

So we're just
gonna rob his place

and ask his old lady if
we can pick it up, huh?

No thanks.

-I'll take care of it.

I'm the best, right?

Just lighten up.

Don't worry.

-How you doing?

-Been better.

-You know, those guys will
blow it sooner or later, believe me.

-Well, I hope it's sooner,
because I know that sitting

at this desk will drive me nuts.

I can't handle it
that long, you know?

-Yeah, I know it's been hard.

I've been there.

I know we don't have a lot
of evidence on these guys,

but, uh, they gotta dump
this merchandise on the street

sometime.

-I know that Roberts was
involved in that burglary.

I know for a fact I
shot the right man.

-Where's Kirby?

-Uh, the Caribbean.

Uh, it's the first vacation
the man's had in 15 years,

and he wanted me
to check the store

to see if everything
was all right.

I thought that, uh, McCall was
supposed to make this meeting.

-Yeah, well, she's camping.

What do you got, Sporty?

-Man, I got plenty of
nothing, you hear me?

I have been in touch with
every fence I know in the city,

and no one, I mean no one,
has even a tiny carat, man,

of the merchandise that
McCall mentioned to me.

-Sporty, this stuff
is very fenceable.

It's very tiny stuff.

It should be on
the streets by now.

-I know, man.

But look, I have earned
my Ph.D. in talking to fences.

I think I let McCall
down on this one, man.

-No, I don't think you did.

-No?

-I think you've been a
very big help, Sporty.

-How so?

- Thank you very much.
- Wait a minute.

You're gonna leave
me hanging like this?

No, you can't leave
me hanging like this.

Now, come on.

-You've been a big help.

-Uh, Hunter, what'd
I find out, man?

-Really.

-Hey, Hunter, come on, man.

Tell me what I found out, man.

Please, huh?

Hey, man, look, give
me a clue at least.

Man, I'm not
gonna sleep tonight.

-Mrs. Roberts.

-Yeah?

What do you want?

-I know this is a very
difficult time for you,

but I have to know more
about your husband.

-What do you
want me to tell you?

About the burglaries
he committed,

the jewelry he stole, the money?

Is that what you're hoping for?

Well, he didn't do
any of those things.

Doug was a fine man.

I mean, he never hurt anybody.

You took him away from me,
and I can never forgive you for that.

-He tried to kill me.

I had no choice.

-Get out.

-I'll give you the
whole sales pitch.

Just like I thought, you need
an ID badge with a picture on it

before they give anyone
access to the security vaults.

-We risked our
necks for that stuff,

and now we can't even touch it?

-Hey, we're not blowing
off a million bucks.

-Hey, that's not a breadbox
like those jewelry stores

They have more
protecting that place

than the Security Pack 600.

-Doesn't mean it can't be had.

All we gotta do is get inside.

-Let me see the ID card.

-Hey, how are we gonna fix this?

-Easy.

We take his picture,
put it on the ID badge.

-Mrs. Roberts, come right in.

-This is my attorney,
Leonard Shavway.

-Nice to meet you.

Have a seat, both of you.

-I'm concerned,
Captain, about why

you called my client
in for questioning.

-Well, because it has to
do with our investigation

of Mr. Roberts' death.

We are interested in
clearing up some details.

We think Mrs. Roberts
might be able to help us.

-I presume you've heard
that Mrs. Roberts is bringing

a legal action against Officer
McCall and your department,

a wrongful death
suit for $20 million.

-No, I hadn't heard that.

-You will, Captain.

-Mrs. Roberts, we'd like to know
how often your husband went out

to sporting events and then
stayed out until 3:00 or 4:00

in the morning.

-Recently, he
went out quite often.

-Did he ever say where he was?

-No, and I never asked.

Why not?

-Well, I figured it
was Doug's business.

I mean, he went out with
some buddies for some fun.

What harm is there in that?

-You were never
concerned about where

he was until that late hour, eh?

-Oh, come on.

-As Mrs. Roberts'
attorney, may I

ask where these
questions are taking us?

-Yes, Counselor, you may
ask, and I'll be happy to tell you.

We want to know what
evenings Mr. Roberts went out,

the exact dates, and
where he said he was going.

-Doug is not a robber, Captain.

-All right.

I'll accept that.

You just tell me
what were the dates

he went out with David Lane.

-I don't remember.

-You don't remember?

No.

-If you did remember,
would it have any influence

on this $20 million suit you're
about to throw in our faces?

-You think this is
about the money?

Is that what you think?

Look, he came to
me about the lawsuit.

All I wanted to do was
to clear Doug's name.

If it takes a trial to
do that, then fine, but I

want that verdict in every
newspaper across the country.

I want everybody
to know that that lady

cop murdered my husband.

Doug couldn't get any
justice when he was alive.

Now, maybe he can
get it after he's dead.

-Guess there's nothing left
to say except see you in court.

-If you do, tell your client to
bring her memory with her.

How about the jewelry?

Has any of that turned up?

-Well, it's not
being fenced in LA.

-Well, what do you think,
it's being shipped out of town?

-Oh, it might be Charlie.

But then again, I
think Lane might just

be sitting on the whole box
trying to make a deal later on.

-Then, he skips town and
heads for parts unknown.

-We're still checking
on the toll calls

that Roberts, Lane,
Jardine and Ellman made.

Then, we might get lucky.

Are you sure about that?

Great.

OK, listen, uh, we'll have
someone there, say, 15,

20 minutes.

Thanks so much.

Just got a phone call.

This guy is the manager
of Western Security,

and he remembers a man
matching Roberts' physical description

renting a private vault
there about a month ago.

-Oh. Hunter, homicide.

Rick, this is Roswell.

-Yeah, what's up?

-Something's going down.

They've been back
here twice today,

a place called Western Security.

-Yeah, we've got it right
here, Western Security.

-7908 Slater Boulevard?

-That's right.

I'm on my way.

-You're gonna find some jewels.

-Looks that way, doesn't it.

-Be careful.

-Yeah.

-Excuse me.

Thanks.

-Didn't I tell you guys it'd
work like a charm, huh?

211, 210, 212 is...
Come on, come on.

-All right.

-Yeah.

-Almost there.

Home run.

No more loading trucks.

All right, why don't you go
over to the front door real calm

like, check it out?

-Right.

-Brad, can I trust you
with my third of the jewels?

-Hey, consider it
done, boss man.

-Ah!

-Ah!

Blue unit, shots fired.

We need a backup now.

Go.

This one's a goner.

-This one's still breathing.

-Ah!

-Art Jardine not only
is gonna pull through,

he's talking to the district
attorney as we speak.

-Finally, good news.

-Well, I just got off the
phone with the chief.

Congratulations,
you're back on full duty.

All right.

-Thanks, Charlie.

Thanks for standing
behind me too.

-Anytime.

-So uh, have you
been thinking about how

you're gonna thank me?

Huh.

How?

You know, after all these
years, this could happen.