Hunter (1984–1991): Season 6, Episode 10 - Brotherly Love - full transcript
A teenage boy tries to save his drug-addicted brother after he confesses to killing a drug dealer.
Tonight on Hunter.
-You think I killed Duggan?
-Well, if you did, I'm going
to have to bust you for it.
-You stay out of my face.
-Sit down!
-I'm not looking
for any trouble.
-Well, you found it.
-Why didn't you tell me
Joe was back on drugs?
-Ma, I don't know
that he's on drugs.
-I swear to you.
I'm clean.
-Yeah, well, you
damn well better be.
-You got something
to take the edge off?
-You can't prove that that's me.
-I'm not talking
about rehab, here.
I'm talking about a murder.
Think about that.
-Look, Mr. Brisco, you've
got nothing to worry about.
The situation's under control.
-Really?
Then how come you're
carrying so many deadbeats?
That's money out of
my pocket, not yours.
-I'm turning the
screws, but you know,
these guys are so strung out,
they can't even make bus fare.
-That's their problem.
Square accounts
any way you have to.
Got that?
No money, no drugs.
-OK.
I'll take care of it.
I got to go.
Someone's at the door.
Hey, Gil.
How you doing, buddy?
Come on in.
You're uh, late.
Where is it?
-It's $200.
It's all I got.
-$200 doesn't cut it.
You owe me six more.
-I haven't got it.
-Then get it.
Now.
-What's your problem, man?
Lay off.
-Yeah.
After you pay up, punk.
-Hey man, are you all right?
Hey!
Oh god.
-She's here right now, yeah.
-Hey Aaron.
-Hi.
-Hunter inside?
-Yeah.
-So what happened?
-The uh, landlady
found an open apartment.
She looked inside
and saw a tenant
with his head cracked open.
Guy by the name of Jimmy Duggan.
-A robbery?
-It's hard to say.
No sign of forced entry.
Doesn't look like
anything's been taken.
-Any of these
neighbors see anything?
-Yeah, one of them heard
somebody running from the place
and then heard a motorcycle
go roaring off a little past nine.
-OK, thanks.
-Oh, by the way, Sergeant.
Nice gown.
-Thank you.
-Hey, how was the opera?
-I liked it.
My mom fell asleep.
Your mother fell asleep
during Don Giovanni?
-Not an opera fan.
What's going on here?
-Look at that ledger
book right there.
-It looks like coded
accounts of people's names
using their initials only, huh?
-Right.
-Drug dealer.
-Take a look at this right here.
Monday.
GR, Monday, 9:00 PM, $800.
GR?
Think those are
the initials of the guy
that the neighbors
heard running away?
-I don't know.
Maybe.
-Hello.
-Mr. Drake wants
me in early, so make
sure Gil eats something, OK?
-You got it.
I'll take care of it.
Oh, uh, what's for dinner?
-Um, there's
chicken in the fridge.
Broiled OK with you?
-That's fine.
I'll take care of that.
-No, no, no.
You cooked last night.
It's my turn.
-No, no.
It's OK.
You'll just, uh, owe me one.
Ah, here comes the walking dead.
-Good morning, sweetie.
-You're not going to say
good morning to our mother?
-Good morning.
-Still asleep.
Make sure you wake up before
you get on that motorcycle, OK?
And wear a helmet.
I've got to run.
I'll see you both later.
Give me a kiss.
I love you.
-Love you, too.
You look wrecked,
where were you?
-Out.
-I know that.
You didn't get in last
night until almost midnight.
But where were you?
-I was just driving around.
-You are like talking to
a brick wall sometimes.
Driving around where?
-Just around.
-Are you OK?
-Hey man, what is your problem?
Nothing is my problem.
Me and mom were just
concerned about you.
And mom asked me to talk to you.
That's all.
-Well, OK.
You've talked to me.
Now can I finish my breakfast?
-Sure.
I'll see you at school, OK?
And by the way, if there's
anything you talk about,
you know you can talk to me.
I'm here.
-Is that it?
-No, it's not.
Have a good day, geek.
-Yeah, McCall just got
Duggan's wrap sheet.
Five arrests for possession
with intent to sell.
No convictions Been pushing
since he was 17 years of age.
-No kidding.
Narco must have a line on him.
-Save your breath.
I made the call.
Narcotics says that Duggan
was working for Paul Brisco, which
explains why Duggan
skated after every bust.
-Brisco?
I thought he used
to run strip clubs.
-He still does.
He's got a new sideline
as of about a year ago.
When the big boys took
over the adult drug business,
he tuned into the
local high schools.
Duggan was his main
man Harbor Hills High.
-Well, then, Narco must have
a line on who killed Duggan.
-No.
But they'd like to thank
the parties responsible.
-Charlie, you think that Brisco
has anything to do his murder?
-I hope so because I'd like to
make sure that he never sells
drugs on the high
school campus again.
Now, you check
out Harbor Hills High.
One of the students may be
able to tie Brisco to this killing.
-Got it.
-You know, Narco has
been aching to nail this guy.
Let's do them and us and
everybody else a big favor.
-Yeah.
Thanks, Charlie.
-We've tried to keep the campus
drug situation nailed down.
Believe me, it's a
day to day struggle.
-Do you know which of
your students are using?
-We know who some of
them are, but by no means all.
-I'd like to talk to some of
the students you suspect.
If they're customers
of Jimmy Duggan,
they might know
something about his murder.
-No problem, Sergeant.
I know exactly
where we can start.
Adam, why aren't you in class?
Got something to hide in there?
-I've got a pass.
-This is Sergeant McCall, LAPD.
You mind if we look
inside your locker?
-Hey, it's private, man.
You got to have
a search warrant.
-It's school property.
And I can search
at any time I want.
Isn't that right, Sergeant?
-My understanding.
-Well, well, well.
Sergeant McCall,
take a look at this.
-Excuse me.
Where can I find Paul Brisco?
-You selling something?
-I'm not interested.
Thanks.
Brisco, I'm Sergeant
Hunter, LA Homicide.
I'd like to talk to you
about Jimmy Duggan.
-Jimmy Duggan.
Don't recall anybody
by that name.
What about you, Deek?
-Never heard of the guy.
-I was told he worked here.
-Duggan?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
Now that you mention
it, there was a Duggan
that cleaned up the
place after hours.
Haven't heard from
him in a long time.
-Well, did you guys know that
he was murdered last night?
-Murdered?
No.
Well, that's too bad.
-Yeah, where were you last
night between eight and ten?
-Sitting right here.
Why?
-What about you?
-You think I killed Duggan?
-Well, if you did, I'm going
to have to bust you for it.
-You'd like that, wouldn't you?
-That'd put a smile
on my face, yeah.
-Well, smile about this, cop.
Got any more
questions, ask my lawyer.
Meanwhile, you
stay out of my face.
-Sit down.
-I'm not looking
for any trouble.
-Well, you found it.
-I got $200,000 in
somebody's pocket.
Find out who took it
before that cop does.
One way in 156, come in, please.
-56, go.
You have a call from Sergeant
McCall on tack two.
-Go.
-Just finished questioning
some students over at Harbor
Hills High.
I think I may know who GR is.
-Hi, I'm looking
for Gil Reynolds.
-Uh, he's not here right now.
I'm his brother John.
-John, I'm Sergeant
Hunter, LAPD.
-Is anything wrong?
-Could I come in?
-Sure.
-Thanks very much.
-Are your parents home?
-No, my mom works and my
father passed away a few years back.
-I see.
Did you know your brother
wasn't in school today?
-No, I didn't.
-Do you know where he is?
-No sir, I don't.
-Is that your
brother right there?
-Yeah.
Why do you want to see him?
-A drug dealer by the
name of Jimmy Duggan
was murdered last night.
In speaking with some students
at Harbor Hills High School,
Gil was mentioned as
one of Jimmy's customers.
-No, I don't believe that.
-We found what may be
Gil's initials in his drug ledger.
He does have a prior, you know.
-Yeah, but that's old.
He's, uh, clean now.
-What time did Gil
get home last night?
-I don't know.
Uh, I don't know,
you'd have to ask him.
-I see.
OK.
I'll do that.
If you'd be so kind to tell him
to call Sergeant Hunter when he
gets home, I'd
greatly appreciate it.
That's the number right there.
-OK.
-Thanks, John.
-Thank you.
-Oh, uh, does your
brother drive a motorcycle?
-Yeah, why?
-Thanks.
-What are you doing here?
-A cop came by the
house today looking for you.
-What'd he want?
-He said a dealer
named Duggan was killed
and that your initials
were found in his ledger.
-Look, I just owed that guy
some money from the old days.
I'm not using.
-So you don't know anything
about this guy Duggan's murder?
-Murder?
Of course not.
What, are you... you crazy?
-Gil.
Gil.
Don't lie to me.
I mean it.
If you're lying to me, I'm
going to kick your butt.
-I'm not lying.
-Don't do this to us.
-Listen.
I swear to you.
I'm clean.
-Yeah, well, you
damn well better be.
-So what is the
status on Adam Stoltz?
-Well, I turned him over
to Juvie on possession,
but he's probably back
out on the streets by now.
-Ah, perfect.
Perfect.
Any news on, uh, Gil Reynolds?
-Well, he wasn't at school
and he wasn't at home.
His brother John said he
didn't know he ditched school.
-Did you find
anything that could
connect Brisco with
Duggan's murder?
-No.
Not as of yet.
What about his friends
over at Harbor Hills?
Did they tell you where he
hangs out, anything like that?
-Apparently Gil's a loner.
The only place that he
frequents is some teen rock club
over on Overland called Pizazz.
-Oh, yeah.
I know that place.
Narcotics has swept the
parking lot there many times.
It's a hot spot for drug buys.
I'd hit it again tonight.
Maybe he'll show up.
You know, it'd be a
damn shame to have
to bust a small fry
like Gil Reynolds
and miss out on Brisco,
so keep on it, huh?
-You got it.
Oh, uh, Charlie?
Uh, what happened
to the Phillies?
Last place, wasn't it?
-Well, I think was
a combination,
you know, Smitty's retiring
and uh, the legacy of the 64
fold 25th anniversary,
you know, that sort of stuff.
-Yeah.
I think they miss
Richie Ashburn.
-That's true.
-Hey, I heard about Duggan.
What the hell happened?
-I don't know.
-Well, who killed him?
-Do I look like Dick Tracy?
What's it to you anyhow?
-The guy's my connection.
-Don't worry about it.
I'll take care of you til we
find a replacement for Duggan.
But you've got to help me
on a project I've got going.
-What's that?
-Whoever killed Duggan grabbed
$200,000 of Brisco's money.
He wants it back.
-Oh man, that's not my job.
-There's a reward
in it, schnook.
-Yeah?
How much?
-Hi, how you doing?
-Hi.
-May I see your ID, sir?
-ID?
-You can't be over
21 and be in here.
-I'm with her.
-Hey man.
I've been looking for you.
-So you found me, son.
What's the story?
-You got something
to take the edge off?
-Strictly cash and carry, man.
Why don't you take a hike?
-See that guy over
in the funky hat?
-Hey, I got money.
-Let's see it.
That's Adam Stoltz.
-Yeah, and know who he's with?
Gil Reynolds.
Why don't you take
Adam, I'll take Gil.
-Cops!
-Come here.
-Hey man, what is your problem?
-Sergeant Hunter, LAPD.
I want to ask you a
couple of questions.
-I haven't done anything.
-Then you have nothing to
worry about, now do you?
-Adam got away.
Five seconds later we
could have busted them both.
-What's this about?
I told you.
I haven't taken anything
stronger than aspirin
than I got out of
rehab two years ago.
-Is that what you
were buying tonight?
Aspirin?
-Look, I barely know that guy.
-Gil, you had $300
in your pocket.
You were buying
dope, weren't you?
-I was loaning him some money.
-Where'd you get it?
-Playing poker with
some guys I met.
-What were their names?
-I forget.
-You got the money at
Jimmy Duggan's, didn't you?
-I don't know what
you're talking about.
-This is Duggan's drug ledger.
You see the initial
right there, GR?
That's you.
-That could be anybody.
You can't prove that that's me.
-Could I talk to you?
-I'm not talking
about rehab here.
I'm talking about a murder.
Think about that.
-Gil's brother's here.
If we're going to arrest him,
we have to turn him over to Juvie.
-Well, to be very
honest with you,
we have absolutely
nothing to hold the kid on.
Might as well kick him
loose and see what happens.
-No more excuses, Gil.
You don't have
lie to me anymore.
I'm your brother.
-Hey man, I don't
need this, all right?
-Neither do I. You just
swore to me and mom
that you were off drugs.
-I am!
-Then why are the cops
on your tail, Gil, come on,
level with me.
Do you even know what
the truth is anymore?
-Why don't you just lay off?
All right?
I've had enough
speeches for one day.
-I'm not trying to
give you speeches.
I'm just trying to help you out.
I think you need
professional help.
-How do I get
through to you, man.
I am not using drugs.
So why don't you get
off my case, all right?
And just stop trying
to be my father.
-Gil!
Gil!
-Mary, can you tell me a
little bit about Mr. Reynolds?
-Gil's father died six years
ago when Gil was eleven.
We were all devastated.
I had to take a job here as
a secretary and a night job
just to make ends meet.
John helped out at home
and Gil did what he could.
But I really think
that my husband's
death hurt him more than anyone.
-It's got to be tough on
an eleven year old boy
not to have his father
in the home, huh?
-He needed a father.
And no matter
what John or I did,
we just couldn't
fulfill that need.
When they got into
high school, John
got involved with sports and
Gil was more lost than ever.
-And that's when
he started hanging
around with the wrong crowd?
-Yeah.
At first I thought,
oh, not my son.
I did everything I could.
I begged.
I pleaded.
I threatened.
None of it did any good.
Finally, I got him into
a drug rehab program.
I thought that
would be the answer.
-Yeah.
Apparently he
slipped a little bit, huh?
-Sergeant, when Gil got
out the drug rehab program,
he swore to me he'd
never touch drugs again.
He gave me his word.
-Ms. Reynolds, we think
that Gil knows a little bit more
about this murder
than he's telling us.
-He'd never be involved
in anything like that.
-Well, let's hope not,
for his sake and for yours.
But you and John have got
to get Gil to cooperate with us.
-I'll do what I can.
-Yeah.
Good.
Thanks.
-Why didn't you tell me
Gil was back on drugs?
Why did I have to hear it
from some police officer?
-Ma, I don't know
that he's on drugs.
I think we should give
him the benefit of the doubt.
-Oh, stop covering for him.
What's he on this time?
What kind of poison is he
stuffing into himself now?
-I'll talk to him.
-What good is it going to do?
He never listens.
All he ever does is lie to us.
-I'll straighten him out, Ma.
Just give me a chance.
-Why couldn't he have
been more like you?
-Don't worry,
Mom, I'll handle it.
I'll straighten him out.
He'll listen to me.
-You're late.
-Big deal.
-What've you got?
-Does that reward still stand?
-That depends on how
good the information is.
-Well, guess who's
flashing big money around?
-I like the choice
in music, Gil.
-Who are you?
-My name is Deek Slater.
$200,000 buys a
lot of nice sounds.
Let's go talk about it.
-Hey, Gil, I wanted
to apologize,
man, for what
happened last night.
OK?
What are you doing?
Hello, Gil?
What... what's going on?
-It's none of your business.
-The hell it's not my business.
What are you doing?
-Just stay out of it, all right?
-All right, man.
I'm sick of you...
-I killed Jimmy Duggan.
It was an accident.
We were fighting
and... and he hit me.
And I hit him.
And he fell.
-Then let's take this to
the cops right now and...
-It's not that easy.
There was $200,000
in the apartment.
I took it.
-You stole $200,000
from that apartment?
-I've got to get out of town.
-Oh yeah, OK.
Go... go out of town, Gil.
That'll solve...
-I have to, all right.
Look, the money belonged
to this guy named Paul Brisco.
He's got another guy named
Deek Slater who is chasing me.
And this guy, he doesn't
fool around, you know?
-So we turn it over
to Hunter, and Hunter
will be able to solve this.
-Don't you understand?
I'm dead if I stay here.
Just forget about me, all right.
-No.
No, man.
You're not leaving.
-You haven't
heard a word I said.
-You're not leaving
these doors, man.
You're my brother.
And I love you.
And you're not going.
-You hear what I said?
-What's going on here?
-Going somewhere?
Where were you last Monday
night between the hours
of 8:00 PM and 10:00 PM?
-I was at the movies.
-That's not good enough.
I have to have the name of
somebody that can alibi you.
-I went by myself.
-You didn't stop over at
Jimmy Duggan's place first
and bash his head in?
-No way!
I didn't go near Duggan's place.
-You know what
you're going to do?
You're going to lie yourself
right into a murder rap.
- Murder rap?
- That's right.
-No way.
-You're the pusher
and he's the supplier.
I'll tell you exactly
what happened.
You went over to his house.
You got in an argument
with him and you killed him.
-I didn't do it.
-Really.
Well, it's your word against
mine and everything points
to you.
-I don't know who killed Duggan.
But there's a guy named
Deek Slater looking
for your Gil Reynolds real hard.
-Hello?
-John, I've been
doing some thinking.
-Where are you, Gil?
-I'm giving the
money back to Slater,
that should get
Brisco off my trail.
-No, no, no.
Don't mess with those guys.
What's wrong with you?
Let's go down and
talk to Sergeant Hunter.
-No.
I'm not going to jail, John.
-No, you're not going to jail.
You're... you're coming to talk
with me and Sergeant Hunter.
-I can't involve you anymore.
Look, I'll see you
when I get home tonight.
-Gil?
-Johnny.
I love you, man.
-Gil!
-I'm sorry I hit you.
-Hello, Gil?
-You're making
a smart move, kid.
I'm glad you finally
came to your senses.
-Yeah, well, it's all here.
Take it.
-You sure?
-Yes, you can count it.
-No.
Not in public.
-Ms. Reynolds?
-Sergeant Hunter.
-This is my partner,
Sergeant McCall.
This is Mary Reynolds.
-Hello.
Gil didn't come home last night.
Has something happened to him?
-Could we come in, please?
-Sure.
-Hello, John.
-Hi, Sergeant Hunter.
-Listen, we hate
to tell you folks this,
but Gil was found last night
dead of a drug overdose.
-No.
No.
No.
No!
-I'll go be with her.
-I'm sorry, John.
-How did it happen?
-They found Gil
in the men's room
at the downtown bus station
with a needle in his arm.
-He didn't do no needles.
He wasn't a junkie.
-Yeah, we know that.
We think it was a homicide.
Look, you've got to help us.
When was the last time
you talked to your brother?
-Last night.
He phoned me and
he said he was going
to give the money
back to Deek Slater.
Now that was the $200,000 he
took from Duggan's apartment,
right?
-He killed... he killed
him by accident.
I swear he killed
him by accident.
-Is there anything else
you want to tell me?
-No.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
-I'll need to talk to you again.
If there's anything you or your
mother need you just call me,
I'll be there for you.
-Thank you.
OK, thank you.
-I'll be in touch.
-OK.
Uh, Sergeant.
I just want to thank you for
everything that you've done.
And I really appreciate it.
And I should have called you.
Otherwise he wouldn't
be dead right now.
-Look, John, you
did all you could.
Don't take all this
responsibility on yourself.
You're a good brother.
-Tear his house apart.
Threaten his family.
Put out some
muscle on his friends.
I don't care what it takes.
It's not going to work.
We've got too
much heat out there.
What are you telling me?
Write off $200,000?
Have you completely
lost your mind?
-What's it going to get you
if cops come down on us?
You'd rather have
your money and do
a five or ten year
jolt at Vacaville?
-It's irony, man.
It is pure irony.
-What?
-Irony!
Poetic justice.
Someone I sell drugs
to rips me for 200 Gs.
Hides the dough and
then dies of an overdose.
Oh, it's like the
laugh is on me.
And I don't think it's funny.
-John, where are you going?
-Hold on, Brisco.
-I told you before,
talk to my lawyer.
-Where can I find Deek Slater?
-Well how in the
hell should I know?
-This is a murder rap, Brisco.
We tie you into
Gil Reynold's death
and you're going down
unless you work with us.
-Hey.
We happen to know that
Slater put a needle in Gil's arm
and took your $200,000.
-No way.
-Yeah.
-Slater's got a place
over on Clermont Avenue.
7869.
Apartment F.
One William 156,
respond, please.
-This is 56, go.
Meet Captain Devane on tack two.
-56, go.
-I just got a call
from Mary Reynolds.
She said that
John left the house.
He may have taken
his father's gun with him.
-What the hell are you doing?
Who the hell are you?
-Shut up.
Take it, if that's
what you're after.
-You killed my brother.
-He OD'd.
-You're a liar, man.
He said that he was going to
call you and return the money.
Why did you have
to kill him, so that you
could have this
all for yourself?
-You got it wrong, kid.
It was a guy named Brisco.
Let's cool off, man.
Listen, keep the money.
I don't care.
But don't shoot, huh?
-Back off.
-What are you doing?
-I'm doing something
my brother should
have done a long time ago.
-You're being
stupid, that's money.
What are you, nuts?
-How does it feel to
lose something you love?
-Go.
-You're going to wind up dead.
It's your brother.
-Drop that there, Slater!
-Come on, buddy.
You're going to prison.
-I'm not going alone, man.
Brisco's the one
pulling all the strings.
-Really?
Tell it to the DA.
-John?
-Yeah, I'm OK.
-John, how are you?
Your mother said I might
be able to find you here.
How you been?
-Getting by.
-Getting by?
Your mom says
you've been kind of
tough on yourself
since Gil died.
-Yeah, well, I wasn't
there for him, Sergeant.
-You were there for him.
You did everything
you possibly could
for your brother and more.
-Yeah, but that didn't
keep him from getting killed.
-No, it sure didn't.
But Gil chose his
own path in life.
I think it's time
you choose yours.
How old are you?
-17.
-17.
Don't you think
it's time you start
living life like a 17-year-old?
How about you and I going
to a Lakers game tonight,
sit right on the floor?
-No, I got to cook
dinner for my mom.
-No, you don't.
Your mother can
cook for herself.
What do you say?
-OK.
-We'll feed ourselves full
of hot dogs, soda, popcorn.
Chicago dogs.
I like Chicago dogs.
-Chicago dogs?
I haven't had one
of those in a while.
-We'll get one of those, then.
You like Magic Johnson?
-Yeah, I do.
-Yeah?
-He's a tough guy.
He's one of the best
basketball players I've ever seen.
-You think I killed Duggan?
-Well, if you did, I'm going
to have to bust you for it.
-You stay out of my face.
-Sit down!
-I'm not looking
for any trouble.
-Well, you found it.
-Why didn't you tell me
Joe was back on drugs?
-Ma, I don't know
that he's on drugs.
-I swear to you.
I'm clean.
-Yeah, well, you
damn well better be.
-You got something
to take the edge off?
-You can't prove that that's me.
-I'm not talking
about rehab, here.
I'm talking about a murder.
Think about that.
-Look, Mr. Brisco, you've
got nothing to worry about.
The situation's under control.
-Really?
Then how come you're
carrying so many deadbeats?
That's money out of
my pocket, not yours.
-I'm turning the
screws, but you know,
these guys are so strung out,
they can't even make bus fare.
-That's their problem.
Square accounts
any way you have to.
Got that?
No money, no drugs.
-OK.
I'll take care of it.
I got to go.
Someone's at the door.
Hey, Gil.
How you doing, buddy?
Come on in.
You're uh, late.
Where is it?
-It's $200.
It's all I got.
-$200 doesn't cut it.
You owe me six more.
-I haven't got it.
-Then get it.
Now.
-What's your problem, man?
Lay off.
-Yeah.
After you pay up, punk.
-Hey man, are you all right?
Hey!
Oh god.
-She's here right now, yeah.
-Hey Aaron.
-Hi.
-Hunter inside?
-Yeah.
-So what happened?
-The uh, landlady
found an open apartment.
She looked inside
and saw a tenant
with his head cracked open.
Guy by the name of Jimmy Duggan.
-A robbery?
-It's hard to say.
No sign of forced entry.
Doesn't look like
anything's been taken.
-Any of these
neighbors see anything?
-Yeah, one of them heard
somebody running from the place
and then heard a motorcycle
go roaring off a little past nine.
-OK, thanks.
-Oh, by the way, Sergeant.
Nice gown.
-Thank you.
-Hey, how was the opera?
-I liked it.
My mom fell asleep.
Your mother fell asleep
during Don Giovanni?
-Not an opera fan.
What's going on here?
-Look at that ledger
book right there.
-It looks like coded
accounts of people's names
using their initials only, huh?
-Right.
-Drug dealer.
-Take a look at this right here.
Monday.
GR, Monday, 9:00 PM, $800.
GR?
Think those are
the initials of the guy
that the neighbors
heard running away?
-I don't know.
Maybe.
-Hello.
-Mr. Drake wants
me in early, so make
sure Gil eats something, OK?
-You got it.
I'll take care of it.
Oh, uh, what's for dinner?
-Um, there's
chicken in the fridge.
Broiled OK with you?
-That's fine.
I'll take care of that.
-No, no, no.
You cooked last night.
It's my turn.
-No, no.
It's OK.
You'll just, uh, owe me one.
Ah, here comes the walking dead.
-Good morning, sweetie.
-You're not going to say
good morning to our mother?
-Good morning.
-Still asleep.
Make sure you wake up before
you get on that motorcycle, OK?
And wear a helmet.
I've got to run.
I'll see you both later.
Give me a kiss.
I love you.
-Love you, too.
You look wrecked,
where were you?
-Out.
-I know that.
You didn't get in last
night until almost midnight.
But where were you?
-I was just driving around.
-You are like talking to
a brick wall sometimes.
Driving around where?
-Just around.
-Are you OK?
-Hey man, what is your problem?
Nothing is my problem.
Me and mom were just
concerned about you.
And mom asked me to talk to you.
That's all.
-Well, OK.
You've talked to me.
Now can I finish my breakfast?
-Sure.
I'll see you at school, OK?
And by the way, if there's
anything you talk about,
you know you can talk to me.
I'm here.
-Is that it?
-No, it's not.
Have a good day, geek.
-Yeah, McCall just got
Duggan's wrap sheet.
Five arrests for possession
with intent to sell.
No convictions Been pushing
since he was 17 years of age.
-No kidding.
Narco must have a line on him.
-Save your breath.
I made the call.
Narcotics says that Duggan
was working for Paul Brisco, which
explains why Duggan
skated after every bust.
-Brisco?
I thought he used
to run strip clubs.
-He still does.
He's got a new sideline
as of about a year ago.
When the big boys took
over the adult drug business,
he tuned into the
local high schools.
Duggan was his main
man Harbor Hills High.
-Well, then, Narco must have
a line on who killed Duggan.
-No.
But they'd like to thank
the parties responsible.
-Charlie, you think that Brisco
has anything to do his murder?
-I hope so because I'd like to
make sure that he never sells
drugs on the high
school campus again.
Now, you check
out Harbor Hills High.
One of the students may be
able to tie Brisco to this killing.
-Got it.
-You know, Narco has
been aching to nail this guy.
Let's do them and us and
everybody else a big favor.
-Yeah.
Thanks, Charlie.
-We've tried to keep the campus
drug situation nailed down.
Believe me, it's a
day to day struggle.
-Do you know which of
your students are using?
-We know who some of
them are, but by no means all.
-I'd like to talk to some of
the students you suspect.
If they're customers
of Jimmy Duggan,
they might know
something about his murder.
-No problem, Sergeant.
I know exactly
where we can start.
Adam, why aren't you in class?
Got something to hide in there?
-I've got a pass.
-This is Sergeant McCall, LAPD.
You mind if we look
inside your locker?
-Hey, it's private, man.
You got to have
a search warrant.
-It's school property.
And I can search
at any time I want.
Isn't that right, Sergeant?
-My understanding.
-Well, well, well.
Sergeant McCall,
take a look at this.
-Excuse me.
Where can I find Paul Brisco?
-You selling something?
-I'm not interested.
Thanks.
Brisco, I'm Sergeant
Hunter, LA Homicide.
I'd like to talk to you
about Jimmy Duggan.
-Jimmy Duggan.
Don't recall anybody
by that name.
What about you, Deek?
-Never heard of the guy.
-I was told he worked here.
-Duggan?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
Now that you mention
it, there was a Duggan
that cleaned up the
place after hours.
Haven't heard from
him in a long time.
-Well, did you guys know that
he was murdered last night?
-Murdered?
No.
Well, that's too bad.
-Yeah, where were you last
night between eight and ten?
-Sitting right here.
Why?
-What about you?
-You think I killed Duggan?
-Well, if you did, I'm going
to have to bust you for it.
-You'd like that, wouldn't you?
-That'd put a smile
on my face, yeah.
-Well, smile about this, cop.
Got any more
questions, ask my lawyer.
Meanwhile, you
stay out of my face.
-Sit down.
-I'm not looking
for any trouble.
-Well, you found it.
-I got $200,000 in
somebody's pocket.
Find out who took it
before that cop does.
One way in 156, come in, please.
-56, go.
You have a call from Sergeant
McCall on tack two.
-Go.
-Just finished questioning
some students over at Harbor
Hills High.
I think I may know who GR is.
-Hi, I'm looking
for Gil Reynolds.
-Uh, he's not here right now.
I'm his brother John.
-John, I'm Sergeant
Hunter, LAPD.
-Is anything wrong?
-Could I come in?
-Sure.
-Thanks very much.
-Are your parents home?
-No, my mom works and my
father passed away a few years back.
-I see.
Did you know your brother
wasn't in school today?
-No, I didn't.
-Do you know where he is?
-No sir, I don't.
-Is that your
brother right there?
-Yeah.
Why do you want to see him?
-A drug dealer by the
name of Jimmy Duggan
was murdered last night.
In speaking with some students
at Harbor Hills High School,
Gil was mentioned as
one of Jimmy's customers.
-No, I don't believe that.
-We found what may be
Gil's initials in his drug ledger.
He does have a prior, you know.
-Yeah, but that's old.
He's, uh, clean now.
-What time did Gil
get home last night?
-I don't know.
Uh, I don't know,
you'd have to ask him.
-I see.
OK.
I'll do that.
If you'd be so kind to tell him
to call Sergeant Hunter when he
gets home, I'd
greatly appreciate it.
That's the number right there.
-OK.
-Thanks, John.
-Thank you.
-Oh, uh, does your
brother drive a motorcycle?
-Yeah, why?
-Thanks.
-What are you doing here?
-A cop came by the
house today looking for you.
-What'd he want?
-He said a dealer
named Duggan was killed
and that your initials
were found in his ledger.
-Look, I just owed that guy
some money from the old days.
I'm not using.
-So you don't know anything
about this guy Duggan's murder?
-Murder?
Of course not.
What, are you... you crazy?
-Gil.
Gil.
Don't lie to me.
I mean it.
If you're lying to me, I'm
going to kick your butt.
-I'm not lying.
-Don't do this to us.
-Listen.
I swear to you.
I'm clean.
-Yeah, well, you
damn well better be.
-So what is the
status on Adam Stoltz?
-Well, I turned him over
to Juvie on possession,
but he's probably back
out on the streets by now.
-Ah, perfect.
Perfect.
Any news on, uh, Gil Reynolds?
-Well, he wasn't at school
and he wasn't at home.
His brother John said he
didn't know he ditched school.
-Did you find
anything that could
connect Brisco with
Duggan's murder?
-No.
Not as of yet.
What about his friends
over at Harbor Hills?
Did they tell you where he
hangs out, anything like that?
-Apparently Gil's a loner.
The only place that he
frequents is some teen rock club
over on Overland called Pizazz.
-Oh, yeah.
I know that place.
Narcotics has swept the
parking lot there many times.
It's a hot spot for drug buys.
I'd hit it again tonight.
Maybe he'll show up.
You know, it'd be a
damn shame to have
to bust a small fry
like Gil Reynolds
and miss out on Brisco,
so keep on it, huh?
-You got it.
Oh, uh, Charlie?
Uh, what happened
to the Phillies?
Last place, wasn't it?
-Well, I think was
a combination,
you know, Smitty's retiring
and uh, the legacy of the 64
fold 25th anniversary,
you know, that sort of stuff.
-Yeah.
I think they miss
Richie Ashburn.
-That's true.
-Hey, I heard about Duggan.
What the hell happened?
-I don't know.
-Well, who killed him?
-Do I look like Dick Tracy?
What's it to you anyhow?
-The guy's my connection.
-Don't worry about it.
I'll take care of you til we
find a replacement for Duggan.
But you've got to help me
on a project I've got going.
-What's that?
-Whoever killed Duggan grabbed
$200,000 of Brisco's money.
He wants it back.
-Oh man, that's not my job.
-There's a reward
in it, schnook.
-Yeah?
How much?
-Hi, how you doing?
-Hi.
-May I see your ID, sir?
-ID?
-You can't be over
21 and be in here.
-I'm with her.
-Hey man.
I've been looking for you.
-So you found me, son.
What's the story?
-You got something
to take the edge off?
-Strictly cash and carry, man.
Why don't you take a hike?
-See that guy over
in the funky hat?
-Hey, I got money.
-Let's see it.
That's Adam Stoltz.
-Yeah, and know who he's with?
Gil Reynolds.
Why don't you take
Adam, I'll take Gil.
-Cops!
-Come here.
-Hey man, what is your problem?
-Sergeant Hunter, LAPD.
I want to ask you a
couple of questions.
-I haven't done anything.
-Then you have nothing to
worry about, now do you?
-Adam got away.
Five seconds later we
could have busted them both.
-What's this about?
I told you.
I haven't taken anything
stronger than aspirin
than I got out of
rehab two years ago.
-Is that what you
were buying tonight?
Aspirin?
-Look, I barely know that guy.
-Gil, you had $300
in your pocket.
You were buying
dope, weren't you?
-I was loaning him some money.
-Where'd you get it?
-Playing poker with
some guys I met.
-What were their names?
-I forget.
-You got the money at
Jimmy Duggan's, didn't you?
-I don't know what
you're talking about.
-This is Duggan's drug ledger.
You see the initial
right there, GR?
That's you.
-That could be anybody.
You can't prove that that's me.
-Could I talk to you?
-I'm not talking
about rehab here.
I'm talking about a murder.
Think about that.
-Gil's brother's here.
If we're going to arrest him,
we have to turn him over to Juvie.
-Well, to be very
honest with you,
we have absolutely
nothing to hold the kid on.
Might as well kick him
loose and see what happens.
-No more excuses, Gil.
You don't have
lie to me anymore.
I'm your brother.
-Hey man, I don't
need this, all right?
-Neither do I. You just
swore to me and mom
that you were off drugs.
-I am!
-Then why are the cops
on your tail, Gil, come on,
level with me.
Do you even know what
the truth is anymore?
-Why don't you just lay off?
All right?
I've had enough
speeches for one day.
-I'm not trying to
give you speeches.
I'm just trying to help you out.
I think you need
professional help.
-How do I get
through to you, man.
I am not using drugs.
So why don't you get
off my case, all right?
And just stop trying
to be my father.
-Gil!
Gil!
-Mary, can you tell me a
little bit about Mr. Reynolds?
-Gil's father died six years
ago when Gil was eleven.
We were all devastated.
I had to take a job here as
a secretary and a night job
just to make ends meet.
John helped out at home
and Gil did what he could.
But I really think
that my husband's
death hurt him more than anyone.
-It's got to be tough on
an eleven year old boy
not to have his father
in the home, huh?
-He needed a father.
And no matter
what John or I did,
we just couldn't
fulfill that need.
When they got into
high school, John
got involved with sports and
Gil was more lost than ever.
-And that's when
he started hanging
around with the wrong crowd?
-Yeah.
At first I thought,
oh, not my son.
I did everything I could.
I begged.
I pleaded.
I threatened.
None of it did any good.
Finally, I got him into
a drug rehab program.
I thought that
would be the answer.
-Yeah.
Apparently he
slipped a little bit, huh?
-Sergeant, when Gil got
out the drug rehab program,
he swore to me he'd
never touch drugs again.
He gave me his word.
-Ms. Reynolds, we think
that Gil knows a little bit more
about this murder
than he's telling us.
-He'd never be involved
in anything like that.
-Well, let's hope not,
for his sake and for yours.
But you and John have got
to get Gil to cooperate with us.
-I'll do what I can.
-Yeah.
Good.
Thanks.
-Why didn't you tell me
Gil was back on drugs?
Why did I have to hear it
from some police officer?
-Ma, I don't know
that he's on drugs.
I think we should give
him the benefit of the doubt.
-Oh, stop covering for him.
What's he on this time?
What kind of poison is he
stuffing into himself now?
-I'll talk to him.
-What good is it going to do?
He never listens.
All he ever does is lie to us.
-I'll straighten him out, Ma.
Just give me a chance.
-Why couldn't he have
been more like you?
-Don't worry,
Mom, I'll handle it.
I'll straighten him out.
He'll listen to me.
-You're late.
-Big deal.
-What've you got?
-Does that reward still stand?
-That depends on how
good the information is.
-Well, guess who's
flashing big money around?
-I like the choice
in music, Gil.
-Who are you?
-My name is Deek Slater.
$200,000 buys a
lot of nice sounds.
Let's go talk about it.
-Hey, Gil, I wanted
to apologize,
man, for what
happened last night.
OK?
What are you doing?
Hello, Gil?
What... what's going on?
-It's none of your business.
-The hell it's not my business.
What are you doing?
-Just stay out of it, all right?
-All right, man.
I'm sick of you...
-I killed Jimmy Duggan.
It was an accident.
We were fighting
and... and he hit me.
And I hit him.
And he fell.
-Then let's take this to
the cops right now and...
-It's not that easy.
There was $200,000
in the apartment.
I took it.
-You stole $200,000
from that apartment?
-I've got to get out of town.
-Oh yeah, OK.
Go... go out of town, Gil.
That'll solve...
-I have to, all right.
Look, the money belonged
to this guy named Paul Brisco.
He's got another guy named
Deek Slater who is chasing me.
And this guy, he doesn't
fool around, you know?
-So we turn it over
to Hunter, and Hunter
will be able to solve this.
-Don't you understand?
I'm dead if I stay here.
Just forget about me, all right.
-No.
No, man.
You're not leaving.
-You haven't
heard a word I said.
-You're not leaving
these doors, man.
You're my brother.
And I love you.
And you're not going.
-You hear what I said?
-What's going on here?
-Going somewhere?
Where were you last Monday
night between the hours
of 8:00 PM and 10:00 PM?
-I was at the movies.
-That's not good enough.
I have to have the name of
somebody that can alibi you.
-I went by myself.
-You didn't stop over at
Jimmy Duggan's place first
and bash his head in?
-No way!
I didn't go near Duggan's place.
-You know what
you're going to do?
You're going to lie yourself
right into a murder rap.
- Murder rap?
- That's right.
-No way.
-You're the pusher
and he's the supplier.
I'll tell you exactly
what happened.
You went over to his house.
You got in an argument
with him and you killed him.
-I didn't do it.
-Really.
Well, it's your word against
mine and everything points
to you.
-I don't know who killed Duggan.
But there's a guy named
Deek Slater looking
for your Gil Reynolds real hard.
-Hello?
-John, I've been
doing some thinking.
-Where are you, Gil?
-I'm giving the
money back to Slater,
that should get
Brisco off my trail.
-No, no, no.
Don't mess with those guys.
What's wrong with you?
Let's go down and
talk to Sergeant Hunter.
-No.
I'm not going to jail, John.
-No, you're not going to jail.
You're... you're coming to talk
with me and Sergeant Hunter.
-I can't involve you anymore.
Look, I'll see you
when I get home tonight.
-Gil?
-Johnny.
I love you, man.
-Gil!
-I'm sorry I hit you.
-Hello, Gil?
-You're making
a smart move, kid.
I'm glad you finally
came to your senses.
-Yeah, well, it's all here.
Take it.
-You sure?
-Yes, you can count it.
-No.
Not in public.
-Ms. Reynolds?
-Sergeant Hunter.
-This is my partner,
Sergeant McCall.
This is Mary Reynolds.
-Hello.
Gil didn't come home last night.
Has something happened to him?
-Could we come in, please?
-Sure.
-Hello, John.
-Hi, Sergeant Hunter.
-Listen, we hate
to tell you folks this,
but Gil was found last night
dead of a drug overdose.
-No.
No.
No.
No!
-I'll go be with her.
-I'm sorry, John.
-How did it happen?
-They found Gil
in the men's room
at the downtown bus station
with a needle in his arm.
-He didn't do no needles.
He wasn't a junkie.
-Yeah, we know that.
We think it was a homicide.
Look, you've got to help us.
When was the last time
you talked to your brother?
-Last night.
He phoned me and
he said he was going
to give the money
back to Deek Slater.
Now that was the $200,000 he
took from Duggan's apartment,
right?
-He killed... he killed
him by accident.
I swear he killed
him by accident.
-Is there anything else
you want to tell me?
-No.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
-I'll need to talk to you again.
If there's anything you or your
mother need you just call me,
I'll be there for you.
-Thank you.
OK, thank you.
-I'll be in touch.
-OK.
Uh, Sergeant.
I just want to thank you for
everything that you've done.
And I really appreciate it.
And I should have called you.
Otherwise he wouldn't
be dead right now.
-Look, John, you
did all you could.
Don't take all this
responsibility on yourself.
You're a good brother.
-Tear his house apart.
Threaten his family.
Put out some
muscle on his friends.
I don't care what it takes.
It's not going to work.
We've got too
much heat out there.
What are you telling me?
Write off $200,000?
Have you completely
lost your mind?
-What's it going to get you
if cops come down on us?
You'd rather have
your money and do
a five or ten year
jolt at Vacaville?
-It's irony, man.
It is pure irony.
-What?
-Irony!
Poetic justice.
Someone I sell drugs
to rips me for 200 Gs.
Hides the dough and
then dies of an overdose.
Oh, it's like the
laugh is on me.
And I don't think it's funny.
-John, where are you going?
-Hold on, Brisco.
-I told you before,
talk to my lawyer.
-Where can I find Deek Slater?
-Well how in the
hell should I know?
-This is a murder rap, Brisco.
We tie you into
Gil Reynold's death
and you're going down
unless you work with us.
-Hey.
We happen to know that
Slater put a needle in Gil's arm
and took your $200,000.
-No way.
-Yeah.
-Slater's got a place
over on Clermont Avenue.
7869.
Apartment F.
One William 156,
respond, please.
-This is 56, go.
Meet Captain Devane on tack two.
-56, go.
-I just got a call
from Mary Reynolds.
She said that
John left the house.
He may have taken
his father's gun with him.
-What the hell are you doing?
Who the hell are you?
-Shut up.
Take it, if that's
what you're after.
-You killed my brother.
-He OD'd.
-You're a liar, man.
He said that he was going to
call you and return the money.
Why did you have
to kill him, so that you
could have this
all for yourself?
-You got it wrong, kid.
It was a guy named Brisco.
Let's cool off, man.
Listen, keep the money.
I don't care.
But don't shoot, huh?
-Back off.
-What are you doing?
-I'm doing something
my brother should
have done a long time ago.
-You're being
stupid, that's money.
What are you, nuts?
-How does it feel to
lose something you love?
-Go.
-You're going to wind up dead.
It's your brother.
-Drop that there, Slater!
-Come on, buddy.
You're going to prison.
-I'm not going alone, man.
Brisco's the one
pulling all the strings.
-Really?
Tell it to the DA.
-John?
-Yeah, I'm OK.
-John, how are you?
Your mother said I might
be able to find you here.
How you been?
-Getting by.
-Getting by?
Your mom says
you've been kind of
tough on yourself
since Gil died.
-Yeah, well, I wasn't
there for him, Sergeant.
-You were there for him.
You did everything
you possibly could
for your brother and more.
-Yeah, but that didn't
keep him from getting killed.
-No, it sure didn't.
But Gil chose his
own path in life.
I think it's time
you choose yours.
How old are you?
-17.
-17.
Don't you think
it's time you start
living life like a 17-year-old?
How about you and I going
to a Lakers game tonight,
sit right on the floor?
-No, I got to cook
dinner for my mom.
-No, you don't.
Your mother can
cook for herself.
What do you say?
-OK.
-We'll feed ourselves full
of hot dogs, soda, popcorn.
Chicago dogs.
I like Chicago dogs.
-Chicago dogs?
I haven't had one
of those in a while.
-We'll get one of those, then.
You like Magic Johnson?
-Yeah, I do.
-Yeah?
-He's a tough guy.
He's one of the best
basketball players I've ever seen.