Hunter (1984–1991): Season 6, Episode 13 - Son and Heir - full transcript
Hunter and McCall investigate a mobster's son who kills an undercover officer, unaware the cop is his half-brother.
Tonight on "Hunter."
-There's been a murder here.
Not just any murder... a
police officer has been killed.
-You thought you were
going to bust me, didn't you?
-I'm going to put
you away, Tony.
-Find out who did this to him.
-I promise you, we will.
-Hey, you've got
some stones, picking up
Salvatore Scarlatti like
he's some street punk.
-You give me the name of
the slime that hit Michael.
-And if this mysterious
buyer of yours burns us?
-I kill him.
-He was murdered.
Why don't you ask Tony about it?
-Where is he?
-What are you going to do?
He's our son!
-Hiya, Mike.
-Nick.
What's going down?
-We're moving tonight.
-Who's this?
-Friend of mine.
-Why tonight?
I thought we were
going on Thursday.
-Yeah, well, you gotta be
versatile in this line of work,
Michael.
Let's go.
-There's got to be security
cameras around this place.
-Not our problem.
Here he comes.
-All the burglar
alarms are neutralized.
What time do you got?
-About that time.
-Vinnie.
-Jerry.
How you doing?
-All right.
-It looks quiet.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She's all yours, man.
-Yeah.
-Look, ah, I'm out of here.
-Oh, all right.
-I, um, I got a date.
-Well, take it easy.
-Lucinda.
-All right.
These are the ones.
Come on.
-Now, tell me you eat this
good since you left home, huh?
-It's great, Ma.
-Mmm.
If it's so good, why wait three
weeks before coming to see us?
-Ma, it hasn't been three weeks.
-Yeah, we haven't seen that
much of you around the office,
either.
-Yeah, well, there's this girl.
-Mmm.
There's always some girl.
-You better pay more
attention to business.
You know, Bernie
Lucezi's trial is next week.
You're going to be short a man.
-Yeah?
Which trial is that?
The one for racketeering
or the extortion rap?
-I'll get the dessert.
-You watch your mouth
around your mother.
I want you in the
office next week.
We're going to be moving
a lot of merchandise.
There might be trouble.
-Sure.
-Oh, hey, I'll get that.
Expecting a call.
-Oh?
You giving out my number
to your girlfriends now?
-Yeah, it's me.
-It's done.
Now we have to finish up.
-I'll be right there.
I've got to go.
-What, before dessert?
Come on.
Your mother went
to a lot of trouble.
-Ah.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I've got a date.
One of these days,
I'll bring her around.
You're going to love her.
See you at the office.
-Hey, he's young, healthy.
He's got other
things on his mind.
-For what he has on his
mind, he should see a priest.
-Benny.
Benny, we did it.
-Look, ah, Tony, we got to
talk about this thing, man.
-Benny...
-I don't know.
-It's got to be done.
Look, we got a $20
million payoff here.
-Yeah, I know but...
-Benny.
We got no choice.
-Hey, wait a minute.
What the hell's going on here?
-You know what's going on.
-It's you.
-Should old
acquaintance be forgot.
You snitched me off.
-You thought you were
going to bust me, didn't you?
-I am.
I'm going to put you away, Tony.
-Right.
-Bill, Mike.
-Thanks.
-Nothing like a double homicide
to start the morning, huh?
-No kidding.
Neighbors found these bodies
about 7:00 AM this morning.
Shot someplace
else, dumped here.
This one was shot through
and through, back to front.
He probably tried to run.
-Any ID on these guys?
-Nothing at all.
-What?
-I know this guy.
He's a cop.
-Yes?
-Hi, I'm Sergeant Hunter, LAPD.
-I'm Michael's aunt.
Come in.
-Thank you.
-Claire, this is
Sergeant Hunter.
-Hello, Miss Prossi.
I was a friend of Michael's.
-Yes.
You taught him at the Academy.
-That's right.
-I remember he talked
an awful lot about you.
-I'm very sorry.
-I can't believe how
much I miss him already.
-I know.
-Please.
Find out who did this to him.
-I promise you, we will.
-Michael Prossi was
working undercover on a sting
to rip this place
off, but the heist
wasn't supposed to
go down until tomorrow.
We think what happened
was, when they decided
to move last
night, Michael didn't
have time to get
away and contact us.
-Yeah, I know.
But we've got to find out
who blew Michael's cover.
-We think it was Ricky
Donald, the dead guy
you found with Michael.
-Ricky Donald.
He's the guy that duped
Michael into the heist, right?
-That's right.
We busted Donald
three months ago
for ripping off a bunch
of stereo equipment.
In exchange for a lesser charge,
he gave us some information
we wanted about a heist and
he made the intros for Mike.
-These advanced
computer chips... just how
much money are
they actually worth?
-Millions, especially
to the Eastern Bloc.
If the Communists could
get their hands on these,
they'd be years ahead
of their current levels
in weapons guidance systems.
-That one was approached
by a hotshot ex-mercenary
named Nick Ellison.
He'd been shopping around
town looking for a few good
then, obviously
to rob this place.
But this is too big an
operation for a freelancer
like him to have
pulled off alone.
He needed help.
As far as we know,
Michael Prossi's
key contact with Nick Ellison.
-Mm-hmm.
What we need to do is find out
all the information we possibly
can on an ex-mercenary
by the name of Nick Ellison.
-Got it.
-We raided Ellison's
apartment this morning.
He's gone.
-That's great.
Mr. Peterson, I'll need
to see all your personnel
files as soon as I can.
-Of course.
But I must tell you,
we very carefully
check the backgrounds
of everyone working here.
No one has any kind of record.
-I know that.
I'll still need to see them.
And, ah, I'd like to speak
with Mr. Gore again, if I can.
-Of course.
Benny?
-How you doing, Benny?
-Good.
-Now, listen.
You said that, ah, you were
working with security monitors
late last night.
Right?
-Yeah.
Yeah, you know, I don't get it.
Nothing showed
up on the monitors.
I, ah, I didn't know
anything was wrong
until I came in
here this morning
and, um, went to
turn off the alarms.
-Mm-hmm.
I understand you
work a lot of overtime.
Is that right?
-You know, whenever I can.
You know how it is.
-Yeah.
Were you working
overtime last night?
-Oh, no, that's
my regular shift.
-Well, what are the hours
on your regular shift?
-Ah, 2:00 to 10:00
PM, five days a week.
-Five days a week.
OK.
We'll probably
need to talk to you
a little bit later on if
that's OK with you.
-Sure no problem.
-Appreciate it Benny.
Thanks.
-Yeah.
-Thanks.
-Oh, Sal.
He's gone.
Our boy, he's gone.
-I'll find the ones
who did this.
I'll find them.
-Cautious, aren't you?
-It's kept me alive.
-Benny!
My main man.
-Yeah, right.
You know if things go sour,
your main man is the first one
that the cops are
going to haul in.
-Your pal worries too much.
-Hey, look, why don't
you just shut up, all right?
You're not the one
who's on the hook here.
Tony, the cops.
They questioned me.
I'm worried.
- Benny, look.
Do they know about the tape?
-No.
-All right, then.
Relax.
-Relax.
-Besides, you're going to feel a
lot better when you're counting
your money in that
Swiss bank account.
-We're all going to feel better.
-So what's the deal
with your contact?
-I gave him that
list you wanted.
He said it'd take another day
to make up the false manifest.
Ship sails on Thursday.
-Thursday?
That's two days.
-When the ship clears port, the
money is wired to our account.
-And if this mysterious
buyer of yours burns us?
-I kill him.
But he won't.
You see, we have
a relationship based
on mutual respect and cold cash.
-You know, it occurs to me,
Nick, you and your buyer friend
could cut me out of this deal.
-You're getting paranoid.
-You screwed up once, pal.
If I hadn't made the cop
that you let into our deal,
we'd all be talking
to our lawyers
through Plexiglas right now.
-Hey, guys.
Any luck?
-Nothing yet.
Michael was a damn good cop.
He must have over 1,500
busts in the last 10 years.
-Can't we narrow
it down a little bit?
-We already have.
Computer kicked out about
200 perps with the same MO
as this job.
-Did Interpol have
anything on this,
ah, Nick Ellison character?
-Yeah.
The guy's wanted in three
different countries for murder
and robbery, but I got
something even better on the guy.
One of his knock accomplices is
an ex-mercenary Robert Walters.
Expert beanie man
specializing in burglar alarms.
He was living in
LA, but he's moved.
-Another mercenary?
Must be a place where
these guys hang out.
-Yeah, there are.
Three different
clubs here in town.
-Three?
Sounds like they have a
nice social scene going.
-Yeah.
You could say that.
I'm going to go check it out.
-No, wait a minute, now.
Don't you think I
should go with you?
-I think I can handle it.
-Well, no, wait just a second.
There's a lot of tough, rough
customers in those bars.
-Ooh.
-Hey, Pop.
What brings you around?
-You leave your office
without telling anybody?
Where you been?
-I was playing some racquetball.
-Racquetball is for accountants.
Tony, come here.
Sit down, will you?
Tony, you know I
love you, don't you?
-Yeah, sure.
What's going on?
-Well, just listen.
There's something
I want to tell you.
See, a long time
ago, your mother
and I, ah, we had a problem.
They told her she
couldn't have any children.
Well, I didn't blame her.
Tried not to.
But there was this girl, Claire.
She was young,
pretty, impressionable,
and, um, she fell
in love with me.
Hey, I cared very
much for her, too.
She became the
mother of my first son.
-I have a brother?
Why didn't you tell me?
-L... listen to me.
By the time you came
along, it was like a miracle.
I mean, it was
the greatest thing
in the world that could
have happened to me.
But you gotta
understand, I never
thought that I was
going to have a son.
Anyway, during those
years, I'd... I'd go down
to Claire's place with my old
trunk of my car packed with
toys for Michael,
and... see, it was...
It was like this secret
place that only I knew about.
You know, I mean, I
wasn't Sal Scarlatti,
I wasn't this mob
figure that was
in the papers and everything.
All I was was the
father of this little kid.
-Does Mom know?
-No.
I never told her.
Anyway, when Michael was about
three years old, you were born,
and Claire and I broke it off.
She didn't want me
to visit him anymore,
and, ah, she told him
his father had died.
But I always loved him.
Not like I love you, but
I loved both my sons.
Now, one of them is dead.
That cop, Michael
Prossi, was your brother.
Tony, I want you to
find the man who did this
and bring him to me.
I want you to help me
avenge your brother's death.
-Why don't I think
you're here for a drink?
-Because you're terribly
bright and you don't like
wasting time.
Seen either one of
these two men in here?
-Nick Ellison, Bob Walters.
Last I heard, they
were in Honduras.
Yo!
Anybody heard from, ah,
Ellison or Walters lately?
-Walters?
-Down low!
-Since when do you
start drinking so early?
-Since now.
-He's told you, hasn't he?
About the other one.
About your half brother.
-You know?
-Almost from the beginning.
The boy's dead.
Why'd he tell you now?
-He wants me to find his killer.
-What did you tell him?
There's something
wrong, isn't there?
Tell me what's wrong, Tony.
-There was this guy.
He came to me
with a proposition.
-Mm-hmm.
-It was too good to resist.
Pop didn't know
about it, either.
He'd have thought
it was un-American.
This Michael was
an undercover cop.
He infiltrated my operation.
-What are you saying?
-I killed him, Ma.
-Your father must
never know this.
-He's going to find
out sooner or later.
-If he does, our family
will be destroyed.
No one must ever
be allowed to tell him.
Ever.
Now, do what you have to do.
Do you understand?
-We have the three bar
customers downstairs on obstruction
and assault, and
they are giving us zilch.
-Yeah.
Well, these mercenaries have
their own cockamamie code
of honor whenever it
suits their purposes.
-Captain?
-What?
-If you were a mercenary,
how would you find work?
-What?
-By taking an ad in a
magazine such as this one.
I found a stack
of these at the bar.
This magazine happens
to be six months old.
Read that ad right there.
-"No risk too great.
Small arms expert.
Electronic skills...
Contact R. Walters.
Post Office Box... "Contact
the post office right now.
Find out where they
billed this address.
-We've already done it.
Open up.
Police.
-Preliminary
report shows that it
was one shot, point-blank
range, small-caliber weapon.
-Nobody heard the shot,
no sign of forced entry.
-Had to know the
man who killed him.
-Yep.
Looks like an old
double-cross to me, eh?
-Sergeant Hunter.
-Oh, Miss Prossi.
Hi, how are you?
Ah, Claire Prossi,
Sergeant McCall.
-Hello.
-Hi.
-I came here to pick up
Michael's personal effects
from his desk, and
I want to discuss
the funeral arrangements.
I thought I'd stop
by and see you.
Is it a bad time?
-No, it's all right.
-I was wondering...
did you have any leads?
I'm talking like a detective.
I must have picked
it up from Michael.
-Well, we did have a lead.
We were about to interrogate
him, but, ah, he was murdered.
-OK, Sergeant.
What the hell's so important?
-Have a seat, Mr. Scarlatti.
You know a Robert Walters?
-Never heard of him.
-Robert Walters
was a key suspect
in the murder of
Officer Michael Prossi.
-What's that got to do with me?
-Walters was
murdered last night.
-So?
-We think you put
the hit out on him.
-Now, why would I
do a thing like that?
-Because Michael
Prossi's your son.
Claire told us.
-She had no right to
tell you about Michael.
-She had every right to tell us.
There's been a murder here.
Not just any murder... a
police officer has been killed.
We take that very
personally around here.
Now, I know you
haven't been involved
with your son's life
in the last 25 years.
You probably think
this is just business.
-And what do you
know about it, cop?
Do you know how I used
to sit outside his school
and wait for him every
day just to get a look at him?
I went to every one of his
high school football games.
He never even knew I
was there, but I was there.
And I'll tell you
something funny.
When I found out he was
going to become a cop,
I was proud of him.
Yeah.
I said, the kid's got guts.
I take this personally.
-We're not going
to let you obstruct
justice, Mr. Scarlatti.
-You want justice?
You give me the name of
the slime that hit Michael.
I'll show you justice.
-Tony Scarlatti just
arrived with their attorney.
You want to try to hold him?
-No.
-Are you all right?
-Yeah.
-Hey, you've got
some stones, picking up
Salvatore Scarlatti like
he's some street punk.
-Hey. That's enough.
Come on.
Come on!
-Look, will you talk to me?
What's the matter?
-Who's this Robert Walters?
Did you kill him?
-Yeah.
-You were supposed
to bring him to me.
-Look, I had no choice.
He pulled a gun.
-What, and you don't tell me?
What is this?
-I was going to, but when I
got here... when I got here,
Phil told me that
they'd picked you up.
-Why was Michael killed?
-This, ah, Walters.
And another guy, Nick Ellison.
They were running an operation.
They were selling
secret computer stuff
to the Communists,
and, ah, I guess
Mike was working on the
inside and they made him.
-I think maybe
this is a bad idea.
I don't want you to get hurt.
I'll put somebody else on it.
-No, no.
Ah... I'll finish it.
For you.
-You're a good boy, Tony.
-Jeez.
You nearly gave me a seizure.
-Just keep that thing away.
You're going to hurt yourself.
-Yeah.
You're right.
You want some French
fries or something?
-No, no thanks.
-Look at me.
I'm trembling.
And this gig... I don't
know about this thing, Tony.
I mean, it's turning
me into a little old lady.
-What's that for?
-Sorry, Benny.
-But I'm your main man.
-Mr. Peterson was right.
We checked out all
the Logicell employees
to see if anybody had a record.
Everybody was clean.
-Except Mr. Gore, here.
He had a juvenile record.
-Any convictions?
-No.
Benny and a friend were
robbing stereo television outlets,
but one of the owners dropped
all the charges against him.
It seems that, ah, he found
out who Benny's friend was.
Tony Scarlatti.
-Wow.
This is very interesting.
-So, we did a check-up
on Tony's arrest record.
Look what we found.
-Michael arrested Tony
Scarlatti five years ago
for conspiracy to commit
robbery and extortion.
-Yeah, but the case was
thrown out due to a technicality.
-So Michael busted
his own brother
and they didn't even know it?
-Michael's cover was blown
when Tony recognized him.
-And Tony killed him.
-Right.
-You got nothing I
want to hear, Hunter.
-Where's Tony, Sal?
-Tony?
What do you want with him?
-You know, I had
you pegged all wrong.
I didn't think the
Scarlatti family
would sell out
their own country.
-What the hell are
you talking about?
-Tony and an ex-mercenary
by the name of Nick Ellison
had a deal to sell Logitel
technology to the Warsaw Pact.
-I don't believe it.
-You know a Benny Gore?
-Yeah, he's a punk kid.
What about him?
-Well, Benny was the inside
man on the Logicell heist.
-So?
-Benny was found
murdered last night.
-What, do you
think I ordered it?
-No, I don't think you did, Sal.
You asked me to
bring you the name
of the scum who killed Michael.
Why don't you ask Tony about it?
-What the hell's that's
supposed to mean?
Hunter!
-You know where Tony is?
-What's wrong?
-Where is he?
-Why are you looking for Tony?
What's he done?
-Where is he?
I want to find him.
-You can't blame Tony
for what happened.
-Blame him for what?
-Sal, he didn't know
Michael Prossi was your son.
-You know about Michael?
-I've kept it in here for
32 years, but not now.
Not anymore.
It isn't Tony's fault.
-He killed Michael.
Where is he?
Where is he?
-What are you going to do?
He's our son!
-So you're telling me that
Tony Scarlatti was running
an operation without his
old man even knowing it?
-He'd have never had
his son killed, Charlie.
-Yeah, well, that
didn't stop Tony
from killing his half brother.
-Well, maybe he didn't know it.
-Let's bring him in.
-Hey, Captain, we don't
have enough to hold him on.
-He's right.
All the evidence we
have is circumstantial.
-What we'd like to
do is put a tail on him
and hope the guy leads us to
the computer chips and Ellison.
-So do it.
-Good.
-Yeah?
-Nick?
Is everything set?
-Buyer will be there
at 6 o'clock tonight.
Have you heard from Bob yet?
-No.
Cops probably got him.
They just picked up Benny.
-Do you think Benny'd snitch?
-I don't know.
But meet me there right away.
We can still make
this thing work.
We've just got to
move the merchandise
to another location.
-I'll be there.
-Dad.
-You go into business
behind my back?
You make a deal with Communists?
And you kill your own brother?
-I didn't know.
-If you hadn't have gone
against me, none of this
would have happened.
-I'm sorry.
-It's too late for sorry.
Did he say anything
before he died?
Your brother.
Did he say anything?
Did he?
-Yes.
He said he was
going to take me down.
-How could you do this to me?
-Look what you did to me.
All these years,
you never told me.
It was your lie.
It was your secret.
Do you think I would
have killed my own brother?
It was your lie that
killed him, not me.
You.
You!
-You have to walk
away from this clean.
You hear me?
Clean.
You're all I have left.
-Ellison's just
entered the building.
Gotcha, Rick.
-What's he doing here?
-I run this business.
Or didn't you know?
What's with the heavy hardware?
-Ask your son.
I'm just the cautious type.
-So am I. Give him the gun.
-Tony!
-Shots fired.
We're going in.
Right, McCall.
We'll back you up on the
north side of the building.
-Scarlatti?
Drop the gun.
Police.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
We gotta get out of here.
-We'll never make it, Tony.
-We've got to try.
-Hey, kid, it's over.
-Over?
-I killed a cop.
They're going to
put me away for life.
-Tony!
-Hold it, Tony.
Right there.
Police.
Drop it.
Drop the gun.
-Tony!
Tony!
Tony... oh...
-Can't help thinking
about Sal Scarlatti.
-You would think he would
show up at his son's funeral.
-I think it was just
too painful for him.
-Excuse me.
You all right?
-Yes.
It was a beautiful service.
Looking at all of you here makes
me feel very close to Michael,
and I would like to thank
each and every one of you
for being here and supporting
me in this difficult time.
Thank you.
-Captain?
What's wrong?
-Ah, I just got a
call on the radio.
It's about Sal Scarlatti.
While we were at the funeral,
he went home, went into his study,
and killed himself.
-There's been a murder here.
Not just any murder... a
police officer has been killed.
-You thought you were
going to bust me, didn't you?
-I'm going to put
you away, Tony.
-Find out who did this to him.
-I promise you, we will.
-Hey, you've got
some stones, picking up
Salvatore Scarlatti like
he's some street punk.
-You give me the name of
the slime that hit Michael.
-And if this mysterious
buyer of yours burns us?
-I kill him.
-He was murdered.
Why don't you ask Tony about it?
-Where is he?
-What are you going to do?
He's our son!
-Hiya, Mike.
-Nick.
What's going down?
-We're moving tonight.
-Who's this?
-Friend of mine.
-Why tonight?
I thought we were
going on Thursday.
-Yeah, well, you gotta be
versatile in this line of work,
Michael.
Let's go.
-There's got to be security
cameras around this place.
-Not our problem.
Here he comes.
-All the burglar
alarms are neutralized.
What time do you got?
-About that time.
-Vinnie.
-Jerry.
How you doing?
-All right.
-It looks quiet.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She's all yours, man.
-Yeah.
-Look, ah, I'm out of here.
-Oh, all right.
-I, um, I got a date.
-Well, take it easy.
-Lucinda.
-All right.
These are the ones.
Come on.
-Now, tell me you eat this
good since you left home, huh?
-It's great, Ma.
-Mmm.
If it's so good, why wait three
weeks before coming to see us?
-Ma, it hasn't been three weeks.
-Yeah, we haven't seen that
much of you around the office,
either.
-Yeah, well, there's this girl.
-Mmm.
There's always some girl.
-You better pay more
attention to business.
You know, Bernie
Lucezi's trial is next week.
You're going to be short a man.
-Yeah?
Which trial is that?
The one for racketeering
or the extortion rap?
-I'll get the dessert.
-You watch your mouth
around your mother.
I want you in the
office next week.
We're going to be moving
a lot of merchandise.
There might be trouble.
-Sure.
-Oh, hey, I'll get that.
Expecting a call.
-Oh?
You giving out my number
to your girlfriends now?
-Yeah, it's me.
-It's done.
Now we have to finish up.
-I'll be right there.
I've got to go.
-What, before dessert?
Come on.
Your mother went
to a lot of trouble.
-Ah.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I've got a date.
One of these days,
I'll bring her around.
You're going to love her.
See you at the office.
-Hey, he's young, healthy.
He's got other
things on his mind.
-For what he has on his
mind, he should see a priest.
-Benny.
Benny, we did it.
-Look, ah, Tony, we got to
talk about this thing, man.
-Benny...
-I don't know.
-It's got to be done.
Look, we got a $20
million payoff here.
-Yeah, I know but...
-Benny.
We got no choice.
-Hey, wait a minute.
What the hell's going on here?
-You know what's going on.
-It's you.
-Should old
acquaintance be forgot.
You snitched me off.
-You thought you were
going to bust me, didn't you?
-I am.
I'm going to put you away, Tony.
-Right.
-Bill, Mike.
-Thanks.
-Nothing like a double homicide
to start the morning, huh?
-No kidding.
Neighbors found these bodies
about 7:00 AM this morning.
Shot someplace
else, dumped here.
This one was shot through
and through, back to front.
He probably tried to run.
-Any ID on these guys?
-Nothing at all.
-What?
-I know this guy.
He's a cop.
-Yes?
-Hi, I'm Sergeant Hunter, LAPD.
-I'm Michael's aunt.
Come in.
-Thank you.
-Claire, this is
Sergeant Hunter.
-Hello, Miss Prossi.
I was a friend of Michael's.
-Yes.
You taught him at the Academy.
-That's right.
-I remember he talked
an awful lot about you.
-I'm very sorry.
-I can't believe how
much I miss him already.
-I know.
-Please.
Find out who did this to him.
-I promise you, we will.
-Michael Prossi was
working undercover on a sting
to rip this place
off, but the heist
wasn't supposed to
go down until tomorrow.
We think what happened
was, when they decided
to move last
night, Michael didn't
have time to get
away and contact us.
-Yeah, I know.
But we've got to find out
who blew Michael's cover.
-We think it was Ricky
Donald, the dead guy
you found with Michael.
-Ricky Donald.
He's the guy that duped
Michael into the heist, right?
-That's right.
We busted Donald
three months ago
for ripping off a bunch
of stereo equipment.
In exchange for a lesser charge,
he gave us some information
we wanted about a heist and
he made the intros for Mike.
-These advanced
computer chips... just how
much money are
they actually worth?
-Millions, especially
to the Eastern Bloc.
If the Communists could
get their hands on these,
they'd be years ahead
of their current levels
in weapons guidance systems.
-That one was approached
by a hotshot ex-mercenary
named Nick Ellison.
He'd been shopping around
town looking for a few good
then, obviously
to rob this place.
But this is too big an
operation for a freelancer
like him to have
pulled off alone.
He needed help.
As far as we know,
Michael Prossi's
key contact with Nick Ellison.
-Mm-hmm.
What we need to do is find out
all the information we possibly
can on an ex-mercenary
by the name of Nick Ellison.
-Got it.
-We raided Ellison's
apartment this morning.
He's gone.
-That's great.
Mr. Peterson, I'll need
to see all your personnel
files as soon as I can.
-Of course.
But I must tell you,
we very carefully
check the backgrounds
of everyone working here.
No one has any kind of record.
-I know that.
I'll still need to see them.
And, ah, I'd like to speak
with Mr. Gore again, if I can.
-Of course.
Benny?
-How you doing, Benny?
-Good.
-Now, listen.
You said that, ah, you were
working with security monitors
late last night.
Right?
-Yeah.
Yeah, you know, I don't get it.
Nothing showed
up on the monitors.
I, ah, I didn't know
anything was wrong
until I came in
here this morning
and, um, went to
turn off the alarms.
-Mm-hmm.
I understand you
work a lot of overtime.
Is that right?
-You know, whenever I can.
You know how it is.
-Yeah.
Were you working
overtime last night?
-Oh, no, that's
my regular shift.
-Well, what are the hours
on your regular shift?
-Ah, 2:00 to 10:00
PM, five days a week.
-Five days a week.
OK.
We'll probably
need to talk to you
a little bit later on if
that's OK with you.
-Sure no problem.
-Appreciate it Benny.
Thanks.
-Yeah.
-Thanks.
-Oh, Sal.
He's gone.
Our boy, he's gone.
-I'll find the ones
who did this.
I'll find them.
-Cautious, aren't you?
-It's kept me alive.
-Benny!
My main man.
-Yeah, right.
You know if things go sour,
your main man is the first one
that the cops are
going to haul in.
-Your pal worries too much.
-Hey, look, why don't
you just shut up, all right?
You're not the one
who's on the hook here.
Tony, the cops.
They questioned me.
I'm worried.
- Benny, look.
Do they know about the tape?
-No.
-All right, then.
Relax.
-Relax.
-Besides, you're going to feel a
lot better when you're counting
your money in that
Swiss bank account.
-We're all going to feel better.
-So what's the deal
with your contact?
-I gave him that
list you wanted.
He said it'd take another day
to make up the false manifest.
Ship sails on Thursday.
-Thursday?
That's two days.
-When the ship clears port, the
money is wired to our account.
-And if this mysterious
buyer of yours burns us?
-I kill him.
But he won't.
You see, we have
a relationship based
on mutual respect and cold cash.
-You know, it occurs to me,
Nick, you and your buyer friend
could cut me out of this deal.
-You're getting paranoid.
-You screwed up once, pal.
If I hadn't made the cop
that you let into our deal,
we'd all be talking
to our lawyers
through Plexiglas right now.
-Hey, guys.
Any luck?
-Nothing yet.
Michael was a damn good cop.
He must have over 1,500
busts in the last 10 years.
-Can't we narrow
it down a little bit?
-We already have.
Computer kicked out about
200 perps with the same MO
as this job.
-Did Interpol have
anything on this,
ah, Nick Ellison character?
-Yeah.
The guy's wanted in three
different countries for murder
and robbery, but I got
something even better on the guy.
One of his knock accomplices is
an ex-mercenary Robert Walters.
Expert beanie man
specializing in burglar alarms.
He was living in
LA, but he's moved.
-Another mercenary?
Must be a place where
these guys hang out.
-Yeah, there are.
Three different
clubs here in town.
-Three?
Sounds like they have a
nice social scene going.
-Yeah.
You could say that.
I'm going to go check it out.
-No, wait a minute, now.
Don't you think I
should go with you?
-I think I can handle it.
-Well, no, wait just a second.
There's a lot of tough, rough
customers in those bars.
-Ooh.
-Hey, Pop.
What brings you around?
-You leave your office
without telling anybody?
Where you been?
-I was playing some racquetball.
-Racquetball is for accountants.
Tony, come here.
Sit down, will you?
Tony, you know I
love you, don't you?
-Yeah, sure.
What's going on?
-Well, just listen.
There's something
I want to tell you.
See, a long time
ago, your mother
and I, ah, we had a problem.
They told her she
couldn't have any children.
Well, I didn't blame her.
Tried not to.
But there was this girl, Claire.
She was young,
pretty, impressionable,
and, um, she fell
in love with me.
Hey, I cared very
much for her, too.
She became the
mother of my first son.
-I have a brother?
Why didn't you tell me?
-L... listen to me.
By the time you came
along, it was like a miracle.
I mean, it was
the greatest thing
in the world that could
have happened to me.
But you gotta
understand, I never
thought that I was
going to have a son.
Anyway, during those
years, I'd... I'd go down
to Claire's place with my old
trunk of my car packed with
toys for Michael,
and... see, it was...
It was like this secret
place that only I knew about.
You know, I mean, I
wasn't Sal Scarlatti,
I wasn't this mob
figure that was
in the papers and everything.
All I was was the
father of this little kid.
-Does Mom know?
-No.
I never told her.
Anyway, when Michael was about
three years old, you were born,
and Claire and I broke it off.
She didn't want me
to visit him anymore,
and, ah, she told him
his father had died.
But I always loved him.
Not like I love you, but
I loved both my sons.
Now, one of them is dead.
That cop, Michael
Prossi, was your brother.
Tony, I want you to
find the man who did this
and bring him to me.
I want you to help me
avenge your brother's death.
-Why don't I think
you're here for a drink?
-Because you're terribly
bright and you don't like
wasting time.
Seen either one of
these two men in here?
-Nick Ellison, Bob Walters.
Last I heard, they
were in Honduras.
Yo!
Anybody heard from, ah,
Ellison or Walters lately?
-Walters?
-Down low!
-Since when do you
start drinking so early?
-Since now.
-He's told you, hasn't he?
About the other one.
About your half brother.
-You know?
-Almost from the beginning.
The boy's dead.
Why'd he tell you now?
-He wants me to find his killer.
-What did you tell him?
There's something
wrong, isn't there?
Tell me what's wrong, Tony.
-There was this guy.
He came to me
with a proposition.
-Mm-hmm.
-It was too good to resist.
Pop didn't know
about it, either.
He'd have thought
it was un-American.
This Michael was
an undercover cop.
He infiltrated my operation.
-What are you saying?
-I killed him, Ma.
-Your father must
never know this.
-He's going to find
out sooner or later.
-If he does, our family
will be destroyed.
No one must ever
be allowed to tell him.
Ever.
Now, do what you have to do.
Do you understand?
-We have the three bar
customers downstairs on obstruction
and assault, and
they are giving us zilch.
-Yeah.
Well, these mercenaries have
their own cockamamie code
of honor whenever it
suits their purposes.
-Captain?
-What?
-If you were a mercenary,
how would you find work?
-What?
-By taking an ad in a
magazine such as this one.
I found a stack
of these at the bar.
This magazine happens
to be six months old.
Read that ad right there.
-"No risk too great.
Small arms expert.
Electronic skills...
Contact R. Walters.
Post Office Box... "Contact
the post office right now.
Find out where they
billed this address.
-We've already done it.
Open up.
Police.
-Preliminary
report shows that it
was one shot, point-blank
range, small-caliber weapon.
-Nobody heard the shot,
no sign of forced entry.
-Had to know the
man who killed him.
-Yep.
Looks like an old
double-cross to me, eh?
-Sergeant Hunter.
-Oh, Miss Prossi.
Hi, how are you?
Ah, Claire Prossi,
Sergeant McCall.
-Hello.
-Hi.
-I came here to pick up
Michael's personal effects
from his desk, and
I want to discuss
the funeral arrangements.
I thought I'd stop
by and see you.
Is it a bad time?
-No, it's all right.
-I was wondering...
did you have any leads?
I'm talking like a detective.
I must have picked
it up from Michael.
-Well, we did have a lead.
We were about to interrogate
him, but, ah, he was murdered.
-OK, Sergeant.
What the hell's so important?
-Have a seat, Mr. Scarlatti.
You know a Robert Walters?
-Never heard of him.
-Robert Walters
was a key suspect
in the murder of
Officer Michael Prossi.
-What's that got to do with me?
-Walters was
murdered last night.
-So?
-We think you put
the hit out on him.
-Now, why would I
do a thing like that?
-Because Michael
Prossi's your son.
Claire told us.
-She had no right to
tell you about Michael.
-She had every right to tell us.
There's been a murder here.
Not just any murder... a
police officer has been killed.
We take that very
personally around here.
Now, I know you
haven't been involved
with your son's life
in the last 25 years.
You probably think
this is just business.
-And what do you
know about it, cop?
Do you know how I used
to sit outside his school
and wait for him every
day just to get a look at him?
I went to every one of his
high school football games.
He never even knew I
was there, but I was there.
And I'll tell you
something funny.
When I found out he was
going to become a cop,
I was proud of him.
Yeah.
I said, the kid's got guts.
I take this personally.
-We're not going
to let you obstruct
justice, Mr. Scarlatti.
-You want justice?
You give me the name of
the slime that hit Michael.
I'll show you justice.
-Tony Scarlatti just
arrived with their attorney.
You want to try to hold him?
-No.
-Are you all right?
-Yeah.
-Hey, you've got
some stones, picking up
Salvatore Scarlatti like
he's some street punk.
-Hey. That's enough.
Come on.
Come on!
-Look, will you talk to me?
What's the matter?
-Who's this Robert Walters?
Did you kill him?
-Yeah.
-You were supposed
to bring him to me.
-Look, I had no choice.
He pulled a gun.
-What, and you don't tell me?
What is this?
-I was going to, but when I
got here... when I got here,
Phil told me that
they'd picked you up.
-Why was Michael killed?
-This, ah, Walters.
And another guy, Nick Ellison.
They were running an operation.
They were selling
secret computer stuff
to the Communists,
and, ah, I guess
Mike was working on the
inside and they made him.
-I think maybe
this is a bad idea.
I don't want you to get hurt.
I'll put somebody else on it.
-No, no.
Ah... I'll finish it.
For you.
-You're a good boy, Tony.
-Jeez.
You nearly gave me a seizure.
-Just keep that thing away.
You're going to hurt yourself.
-Yeah.
You're right.
You want some French
fries or something?
-No, no thanks.
-Look at me.
I'm trembling.
And this gig... I don't
know about this thing, Tony.
I mean, it's turning
me into a little old lady.
-What's that for?
-Sorry, Benny.
-But I'm your main man.
-Mr. Peterson was right.
We checked out all
the Logicell employees
to see if anybody had a record.
Everybody was clean.
-Except Mr. Gore, here.
He had a juvenile record.
-Any convictions?
-No.
Benny and a friend were
robbing stereo television outlets,
but one of the owners dropped
all the charges against him.
It seems that, ah, he found
out who Benny's friend was.
Tony Scarlatti.
-Wow.
This is very interesting.
-So, we did a check-up
on Tony's arrest record.
Look what we found.
-Michael arrested Tony
Scarlatti five years ago
for conspiracy to commit
robbery and extortion.
-Yeah, but the case was
thrown out due to a technicality.
-So Michael busted
his own brother
and they didn't even know it?
-Michael's cover was blown
when Tony recognized him.
-And Tony killed him.
-Right.
-You got nothing I
want to hear, Hunter.
-Where's Tony, Sal?
-Tony?
What do you want with him?
-You know, I had
you pegged all wrong.
I didn't think the
Scarlatti family
would sell out
their own country.
-What the hell are
you talking about?
-Tony and an ex-mercenary
by the name of Nick Ellison
had a deal to sell Logitel
technology to the Warsaw Pact.
-I don't believe it.
-You know a Benny Gore?
-Yeah, he's a punk kid.
What about him?
-Well, Benny was the inside
man on the Logicell heist.
-So?
-Benny was found
murdered last night.
-What, do you
think I ordered it?
-No, I don't think you did, Sal.
You asked me to
bring you the name
of the scum who killed Michael.
Why don't you ask Tony about it?
-What the hell's that's
supposed to mean?
Hunter!
-You know where Tony is?
-What's wrong?
-Where is he?
-Why are you looking for Tony?
What's he done?
-Where is he?
I want to find him.
-You can't blame Tony
for what happened.
-Blame him for what?
-Sal, he didn't know
Michael Prossi was your son.
-You know about Michael?
-I've kept it in here for
32 years, but not now.
Not anymore.
It isn't Tony's fault.
-He killed Michael.
Where is he?
Where is he?
-What are you going to do?
He's our son!
-So you're telling me that
Tony Scarlatti was running
an operation without his
old man even knowing it?
-He'd have never had
his son killed, Charlie.
-Yeah, well, that
didn't stop Tony
from killing his half brother.
-Well, maybe he didn't know it.
-Let's bring him in.
-Hey, Captain, we don't
have enough to hold him on.
-He's right.
All the evidence we
have is circumstantial.
-What we'd like to
do is put a tail on him
and hope the guy leads us to
the computer chips and Ellison.
-So do it.
-Good.
-Yeah?
-Nick?
Is everything set?
-Buyer will be there
at 6 o'clock tonight.
Have you heard from Bob yet?
-No.
Cops probably got him.
They just picked up Benny.
-Do you think Benny'd snitch?
-I don't know.
But meet me there right away.
We can still make
this thing work.
We've just got to
move the merchandise
to another location.
-I'll be there.
-Dad.
-You go into business
behind my back?
You make a deal with Communists?
And you kill your own brother?
-I didn't know.
-If you hadn't have gone
against me, none of this
would have happened.
-I'm sorry.
-It's too late for sorry.
Did he say anything
before he died?
Your brother.
Did he say anything?
Did he?
-Yes.
He said he was
going to take me down.
-How could you do this to me?
-Look what you did to me.
All these years,
you never told me.
It was your lie.
It was your secret.
Do you think I would
have killed my own brother?
It was your lie that
killed him, not me.
You.
You!
-You have to walk
away from this clean.
You hear me?
Clean.
You're all I have left.
-Ellison's just
entered the building.
Gotcha, Rick.
-What's he doing here?
-I run this business.
Or didn't you know?
What's with the heavy hardware?
-Ask your son.
I'm just the cautious type.
-So am I. Give him the gun.
-Tony!
-Shots fired.
We're going in.
Right, McCall.
We'll back you up on the
north side of the building.
-Scarlatti?
Drop the gun.
Police.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
We gotta get out of here.
-We'll never make it, Tony.
-We've got to try.
-Hey, kid, it's over.
-Over?
-I killed a cop.
They're going to
put me away for life.
-Tony!
-Hold it, Tony.
Right there.
Police.
Drop it.
Drop the gun.
-Tony!
Tony!
Tony... oh...
-Can't help thinking
about Sal Scarlatti.
-You would think he would
show up at his son's funeral.
-I think it was just
too painful for him.
-Excuse me.
You all right?
-Yes.
It was a beautiful service.
Looking at all of you here makes
me feel very close to Michael,
and I would like to thank
each and every one of you
for being here and supporting
me in this difficult time.
Thank you.
-Captain?
What's wrong?
-Ah, I just got a
call on the radio.
It's about Sal Scarlatti.
While we were at the funeral,
he went home, went into his study,
and killed himself.