Hunter (1984–1991): Season 6, Episode 21 - Street Wise: Part 1 - full transcript

Yeah, who is it?

-Police, open up.

We have a warrant
for Jose Martinez.

-What's the charge?

-Jaywalking!

Open the door.

-Step back into the room.

Who are you?

-Just a neighbor.

Name's Dale Johnson.

Dale Johnson, huh?



Where's Martinez?

-He's getting his beauty sleep.

But I got to warn you,
he's a very cranky boy

if he doesn't get
his afternoon nap.

-Yeah, well, we'll
take our chances.

-Hey, Martinez, time to wake up!

-You all right?

-Yeah.

-Freeze, Martinez!

McCall!

You all right?

-Yeah.

-Don't give it another thought.

It's okay.



I've done it before.

-I will do the file.

It's OK.

-Look, it's not
every day that you

get your head almost blown off.

I'll take it.

Relax.

Have a nap.

Dee Dee.

-I'll take care of it!

Alex.

Hi.

-Hi.

-Gosh it's good to see you.

What are you doing here?

-There's a medical
symposium on tropical diseases,

and I am one of
the guest speakers.

-Well, so why didn't you call
and tell me you were coming?

-Well, everything
happened so fast.

One minute I'm in Africa,
the next I'm here in LA.

From... from here I go to
Oxford, where I have been offered

a research grant,
thank you, very much.

-Congratulations!

That's wonderful.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

Th... this is my partner,
Sergeant Rick Hunter.

This is Dr. Alexander Turner.

-Dr. Turner, a pleasure.
How you doing?

-Please, uh, call me Alex.

Nice to meet you.

-OK.

How are you?

-Have dinner with me tonight.

-Oh, I can't.

I have to work on this file.

-Oh, yes you can.

Have a good time.

Nice meeting you.

-Are you sure?

-Absolutely.

See you later.

What are you thinking about?

-I was thinking about,
uh, Africa, actually.

There a lot of things
there I'm going to miss.

Like, uh, the clinic
that I used to work in.

And some of the
people I worked with,

and the kids that I treated.

Of course, there's a lot of
things I'm not going to miss.

-Like what?

-Government bureaucracy.

In a good month,
medicine would be

four to five days
late getting to me.

In a bad month, it
wouldn't get there at all.

The infant mortality rate
is 10 times what it is here.

And the average
lifespan is 43 years.

There were a lot of times
when I wanted to get on a plane

and get the hell out of there.

-Your work's too
important to you.

You could never do that.

-What sparkling
dinner conversation

this is, don't you think?

Isn't it wonderful?

Fascinating, right?

-Let's, uh, tell me how you
got this, uh, post in England.

How did this happen?

-Oh!

I had written some papers
about some research

I was doing with malaria.

They got published
in a few journals,

and the next thing
I know, there's

some guy from the British
Consulate standing there

in my clinic
inviting me to chair

a course in tropical medicine.

That's wonderful.

I'm really proud
of you, you know.

When do you leave?

-Day after tomorrow.

I wanted to see
you before I left.

-I'm glad you did.

-Got stuck with the
paperwork, huh?

Where's McCall?

-Well, she went to
dinner with Dr. Turner.

-Dr. Turner?

Something wrong with her?

-Well, I won't go
into that right now.

No, i think Dr. Turner is a
love from the past, really.

-Uh-oh.

-Yeah.

Anyway, I'm just
finishing up here.

I'll finish these
reports tomorrow.

-Aren't you going to be
at Hollenbeck tomorrow?

-Is that tomorrow?

Holy smoke!

Tomorrow is my
day in the barrel.

-That's right.

-Oh, man, why are my
feet beginning to hurt?

Amazing!

It still fits.

-Getting a little gray
on top, aren't you?

-Hey, you're not doing
too bad yourself, pal.

-Yeah, but on me it
looks distinguished.

-Hey, good to see you, Rick.

-You too.

-Ah, Rick.

Look, I want you
to listen to me, huh?

Things have changed
a lot since you last

did your two days of mandatory
foot beat detail, buddy.

-It's only been a year, Dave.

-Yeah, it's even more
dangerous out there now.

-Don't worry about it.

-Look, this isn't
detectives, Rick.

-Dave, I've done this
before, remember?

-Look, I know you too well.

The streets change fast
now, not always for the better.

Keep alert, huh?

Things happen quick out there.

-So where am I going, the DMZ?

-All right, next, keep an eye
out for the three P's... pimps,

prostitutes, and pushers.

Tonight's shift found two
more junkies dead from ODs.

All right, next on the list, it
seems that City Councilman

Avery's daughter had her
IROC stolen out of a car wash

yesterday.

-Seriously, though, people,
keep an eye out for the car.

And last on the agenda, this
is a flyer about a major fencing

operation somewhere
in our little domain.

I want it found and shut down.

All right, that's it.

Hit the streets.

And people, keep
your wits about you.

Looks like a good haul.

-Yeah, a productive
night's work.

Where's the Captain?

-He's in the back.

-Too busy to come
out and say hello?

You know how he is.

-It's a good thing he's
the best fence in town,

he is too weird to
be anything else.

-Hey, you had better never
let him hear you say that.

-Is everything cool?

-Cool?

Hm!

We're sitting in a
tub of ice here, pal.

-All right!

-Come on!

-What are you doing?

-Come on!

Get up the steps!

Come on!

-What do you want?

-Where's the Captain?

-He's busy.

-This is the guy, man.

He knows who the old
bum is with the medal.

-Give me his name.

-I don't know his name.

-Ugh!

His name!

-I was lying.

He ain't got no medal.

Hey!

What are you gonna...

Bran!

-Ugh!

-You're doing it wrong.

Sweet and simple.

Your friend with the
medal, what's his name?

-Aah!

-The next thing I
slice is your throat.

His name!

-George Craig.

-You're a smart man.

Where can I find him?

-The warehouse on Decker.

Good.

Get this filth outta here.

-Get off your
English, stand still.

-Why?

So you can hit me?

-Why you, you are
slower than a lamb's...

-I'm gonna show you so!

-Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Come on, break
it up, break it up.

Just relax.

Everybody get back.

Now go on, there's
nothing going on here.

Hold it just a second, now.

What is your name?

-Uh, Albert Simms.

-Albert.

What's your name?

-Mal... Malcolm.

-Malcolm.

Now what is going on here?

-Well, him, him, him.

He's... he's the
problem, officer.

- Me?
- Yes, you are.

-I mean, look at this!

Every morning he hoses off
the sidewalk in front of his store,

and never mine.

Mine gets a drip that looks
like a dog did his business here!

-I... I... I... I pay for the
water, I pay for the hose,

why should I also
clean up for him?

-Well, really, your
neighbors, aren't you?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-All right.

Now where's your store?

-Right here, sir.

-Right there.

Now where's yours.
- That's mine right over there.

-Right there.

OK.

Now look, who owns the hose?

-I... I own the hose.

-You own the hose.

Let's take a look at this hose.

Oh, well, look here.

Now look, Malcolm, all
this hose does is leak.

Now, Albert, why don't you
buy Malcolm a new hose,

therefore, you can own the
hose, and he can supply the water.

And you can both share
and clean the sidewalk, huh?

-How much would a hose cost?

-Well, we won't worry
about that right now.

Let's just go inside the
store here, Malcolm, and talk

about this.

Now everybody, just break up.

Everything is all right.

There's no problem here at all.

Come on, Albert.

-I don't know why you don't
ever think of things like that.

Don't argue with one
another, just keep moving.

-Hey, George.

How you doing, man?

-Pete, what happened?

-Ah, I ran into a
couple of guys.

-Ow!

-Boy, you OK?

-Yeah, sure.

-What did you run into, a truck?

-So... so George,
you know that medal

of yours you showed
me a while back?

-Yeah.

-You still got it?

-Yeah.

He'd better.

Beat it.

Get outta here!

-What do you want?

-We want your medal.

-Pete, what is this?

-These are the guys
that beat me up, George.

You gotta let them
have the medal.

-Listen to him, make
things easy on yourself.

-Please, George,
just let 'em have it.

-I'll rot in hell
before I give you it.

Ugh!

-Oh, man!

Stop!

-But a smile on your face.

-No!

No, man!

No!

Man, no!

Ha, ha, come on!

-That's a nice black and
white photograph, isn't it?

-Officer!

-This is a real
good one, isn't it?

-Officer!

Officer, my friend,
they're beating him!

Come on!

-Miss Wiggins,
thanks, very much.

Good to see you.

And nice meeting you.

-This... this way.

-Now what's this all about?

-It's... they're
beating my friend.

It's in the warehouse on Decker.

-Where is it?

-I'm not telling you nothing!

-Of all my possessions,
this is now the most prized.

-Why don't you add this?

Ugh!

-The cops are coming!

-It's down there
in the basement.

-Stay right here.

-Ooh!

Ooh!

-This is 4FB20, request a backup
unit RA at abandoned warehouse,

1330 North Decker,
man down, Code 3.

Now, Marvin, don't
you give me any trouble.

You take these pills.

-Hi.

How's he doing?

-Not great.

His vital signs are very weak

-Say, listen, shouldn't
he be in an ICU?

-He should.

But like most
hospitals, our ICU goes

to the paying customer first.

-Has he regained
consciousness at all?

-No, he hasn't.

Excuse me.

Certainly.

I hope you're not
responsible for the concussion.

-Uh, no, ma'am, I'm not.

-Good.

-Now has he said
anything at all?

-Oh, he did mutter
a couple of words.

-What's that?

-Well, it was pretty
hard to understand.

But it was something about a
medal, he didn't want it taken.

Uh, I've got to go, excuse me.

-Certainly, go.

-What do you want?

-I need the name of your friend.

-I don't remember.

-Do you remember your name?

-Yeah, it's Pete.

Pete Florino.

-You took off on me, Pete.

-I didn't see any
reason to stick around.

-Now why were those
guys beating up your friend?

-Look, man, people beat up
on people like us all the time.

They don't need any reason.

-Now your friend's
in the hospital.

He's in pretty tough shape.

He keeps mumbling
something about a medal.

Do you know anything
about a medal?

-Now how the hell would I
know anything about a medal?

-Pretty bad cut you got here.

-Hey!

-Look, what's
your friend's name?

-George, all right?

-George.

George Craig.

Now would you leave
me the hell alone?

You people think you
can help out, but you can't!

You come down all the time
and you think you can help us out,

when you can't help us out!

Just leave us alone!

Get off my back!

All you want to do is hassle us!

So we got anything
on George Craig yet?

No.

I ran him through NCIC.

Haven't come back with anything.

I'm waiting to hear.

Watson!

-There's a gentleman
here to see either you or me,

and something tells me it's you.

Let me guess, it's Alex.

-He's cute, isn't he?

-Well, he's not my type.

-He is mine.

-Hello.

-Hi.

-I couldn't wait until
tonight to see you.

Can you get away early?

-Oh, I can't.

I'm sorry.

I have so much
work I have to do.

-OK.

But tonight, we are...

-Absolutely on.

-All right, good.

Because I have something
very special planned.

-What?

-It's a surprise.

-Sergeant McCall, that fax
from NCIC just arrived for you.

-Oh, thank you.

-Where you been hiding him?

-Goodbye, Christine.

-Bye.

-Goodbye, Christine.

Good news?

-I hope so.

I got to go, bye.

-Hey, Hunter.

You get a look at these punks
that beat up George Craig?

-Well, I didn't see two of them.

The other one had camouflage
paint all over his face.

I don't think I could
recognize him without it.

-Ah, sounds like another
case of bum dicing to me.

-No, I don't think so.

-Hunter.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Just came in from NCIC.

-Oh, great.

Oh, look, uh, you know
Dave Peterson, don't you?

Sergeant Dee Dee McCall.

-Always a pleasure, McCall.

-Been a while.

You're going to find
this very interesting.

-Ah, let's see.

George Craig, Sergeant
US Army, Company C place,

Kuan-yan Province, Vietman.

For conspicuous
gallantry in action

at the risk of his own life,
above and beyond the call

of duty, Sergeant Craig chose
to disregard his own safety...

For this act of heroism
he's been awarded

the Congressional
Medal of Honor?

Yeah, who's the
detective on this case?

-It's Tom Bolin.

That's him right over there.

-Listen, while you guys are
checking it out, I gotta go.

-Yeah, oh, well, look.

Thanks, for bringing this over.

-Oh, sure, it's no problem.

Besides, how could pass up a
chance to see you your blues?

-You have very good tastes.

-You're right, I do.

-Are you going out
with Alex tonight?

-Speaking of good
taste, yes, I am.

-Ah.

-Hm.

I know you don't
have a lot of time.

I hope you catch these guys.

-That will depend on
Detective Bolin, won't it?

-Yeah.

-Medal of Honor,
established in 1861,

for those individual acts
of gallantry at the risk of life

above and beyond
the call of duty.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

-Yeah, it's a real
nice medal, Captain.

-You know that bum, Pete?

I saw him out there,
talking to a cop!

-Yeah, I got it, Hunter.

The guy won the Medal of
Honor, and I got five other cases

stacked up and they're
circling the runway.

-It would be different
if he wasn't a transient.

-That is bull, and you know it!

I try to treat every
case the same.

Unfortunately, there just ain't
enough of me to go around.

Now if you got a
problem with that,

you take it up with
the Chief of Detectives.

Surprise.

-Last time I was up
here was with you.

-Would you like to dance?

-I'd love to.

I'm surprised you
remembered this.

-Well, there were a lot of
times when memories like this

were the only thing that
would keep me going.

I thought about you a lot.

-I thought about you, too.

I don't know how many
times I would see someone

on the street that
would remind me of you

and I... I'd hear some old song
that would just take me right

back to all of
our time together.

Alex, this is just so strange.

We've been in and out of
each other's lives for eight years.

What are we doing?

-I think we're dancing.

-You know what I mean.

OK, last thing.

Look, I'm still
getting phone calls

from a certain councilman.

Now, if you care about me,
as a mentor and as a friend,

then, uh, go out and
find a black IROC

and make his poor, sweet
daughter happy, huh?

All right, that's it.

Go, protect, serve!

Be safe!

Hey, Rick.

Look, uh, Bolin came to see me.

He wants you to butt
out of his business.

-Uh-huh.

-Oh, come on.

Here, you're just
another cop on the beat.

Leave the follow-up
to the detectives.

-Low priority case, huh, Dave.

-Hey, Rick, wait a minute.

Well, the reality of it is, yes.

Hey, look.

I'm a detective.

I understand that.

You know what bothers
me about Bolin is his attitude.

Now George Craig was
a Congressional Medal

of Honor winner.

He was somebody
at some point in time.

I... to me he still is.

-Hey, look.

We both know you can't
take every case to heart.

This job will eat
you alive, huh?

-Look, I'm not a
rookie here, Dave.

I understand that.

It hasn't eaten you
up so far, has it?

-Man, you haven't changed
much since the days on the beat,

have you?

-No, and I don't plan to.

-Ooh, still the idealist, huh?

-Last time I looked,
idealism still worked.

-Well, this is what
works for me, Rick.

A division of cops
to mother hen.

And you were born to
be a detective, all right.

But look, when you're
wearing blue out there,

you're not there to
ask why it happened.

You're there to try and
intervene before it happens.

I'll see you soon, huh?

-Hey, Dave.

Sounds like idealism to me.

-He's there.

Just like I said he'd be.

-There's a big ugly cop out
there, and this piece of trash

can lead him right to us.

-You just gonna shoot
him while he's asleep?

-You're right.

It's not very original.

Stroud!

Bran!

Bran!

-We got a real problem.

-This is great.

-Oh, I wish I had more
time to spend today.

-Well, if we were in Africa
right now, after this, uh,

wonderful lunch, we would
take a nice long siesta.

-Mm, that sounds like a
superior culture to me, personally.

Alexander, do you really
have to leave today?

-Yes, I do.

And I wish you
were going with me.

-I wasn't expecting
to hear that.

-I didn't expect to say it.

-Come on, I'll drive
you back to the hotel.

-How you doing?

So, how did you spot the IROC?

-The old front license
plate on the rear.

How about that.

-Hey, you still got a
beat cop's eye, huh?

-So far I do.

-Hey, councilman's daughter
is on the way over here.

She should be very grateful.

-Oh, yeah?

How grateful?

-Ha, ha, ha.

Wipe that smile off your face.

Admit it, you love it out there.

-Yeah.

Two days out of the year is
good enough for me, Dave.

-You didn't have to do this.

You have a lot of work
to do when you get back.

-But I wanted to do it, and
of course I have a lot of work

when I get back,
but life goes on.

-When I get to
London I'll call you.

-Good.

Alex, it's not like we're not
going to see each other again.

I mean, I've got vacation time
coming, and I'll come to London

and you can show me around.

-Be well, Alex.

-Hi.

How's George Craig doing?

-He's still critical.

-Thank you.

-Bye.

-Hey, Pete.

Hey, wait a minute, wait
a minute, wait a minute.

Look, I've been looking for you.

You got help me find the
people who beat up George.

-I know nothing.

-Look, I think you do.

I need your help.

-That's your problem.

-I know it's my problem.

That's why I need you.

Look, do I look crazy?

- Cardiac arrest!
- Look, I know you're scared.

- Look, I know you're scared.
- Let's go!

Let's go!

-Yeah, if you were living out
in the street in a cardboard box,

you'd be scared too,
of plenty of things.

-But what would George do
if it was you in his position?

All right, stand away.

200 mills, stand by.

Clear!

Nothing.

OK, 250, clear!

-Get some Xylocaine.

300, clear!

-Hey, Pete, let's take a look.

-What do you think?

-Yeah.

It'll pass muster.

George won't even recognize me.

He'll think he died and went
to a Salvation Army dance.

-You look great, Pete.

Come on.

-So this guy in a funny
uniform comes up,

offers me $20 to help
him unload his truck.

Well, it didn't look
too legit to me,

but a guy's got to eat, right?

-What was on the truck?

-TVs, stereos, stuff like that.

-You unloaded the
truck, then what?

-Well, when I got a glimpse
of the room this guy keeps

is medals in, I knew
he was some kind of nut.

The guy's got all
kinds of stuff in there.

Calls himself a
Vietnam Vet, a Captain.

But he's, uh, he's
too young for that.

That's when I told him about
my friend's Medal of Honor.

-You told him?

-Yeah.

-The guy ticked me off,
wearing a uniform and all that.

He didn't have any right.

Then he tries to burn me
up with his flame thrower.

-Is this him?

Yeah, that's the
Captain, all right.

Andrew Seeley...
Previous arrests

for receiving stolen
property, aggravated assault.

-Yeah, and now murder.

Where is he, Pete?

-I went by the warehouse.

Moving day?

-I'm taking a little heat.

As son as I find a new
place I'll be back in business.

-I got a truckload of
goods needs a fence.

Now...

-Find somebody else.

Give me that.

-I'll decide when you
quit working for me.

-Hi, there.

-Hi.

This is the last of that
information on the drive-by.

-OK, great.

I'll just put it
here with the rest.

I'm glad Hunter will
be back tomorrow,

he can help us dig out
from under all this stuff.

You've certainly
done your share.

-Yeah, well, I'm tired.

I'm gonna call it a day.

-Oh, Alex left today, huh?

-Yeah.

-Well, I know how that feels.

It's tough when they leave.

But maybe it's all for the best.

-Oh, Charlie, it sure
doesn't feel like that.

-Yeah.

I, uh...

Bolin already has
officers on the scene.

I'm sending more.

You don't need to go along.

-I know that, Dave.

-Look, technically,
you're off duty.

In fact, I've had to clear
you back at Central Homicide.

-Neither one of us are very
good at technicalities, now are we?

-No, you're right.

Hey, you watch yourself!

-Go!

Ugh!

-Where's Stroud?

-He's with the truck.

-I don't see him.

-Stroud!

Hey, Stroud!

Stroud?

-Freeze, police!

Drop the gun!

Freeze, police!

-Ugh!

-Shut that thing off.

-I fought 'em.

I hadn't fought for
nothing in 20 years.

But I fought 'em for this.

And my medal.

-Yeah.

You fought 'em.

You fought 'em and you
won, you stubborn jackass.

Ain't nobody gonna
bother you no more.

-Pete, what the hell
happened to you?

-Cleaning up my act, George.

No more street life for us, man.

I'm getting too
old for this stuff.

-I don't know about that.

The hell you don't.

You're ornery enough to
take on anybody, or anything.

-Yeah, Pete's right, George.

I think you're too good of a
man to waste out on the street.

-I been a... I been a drunk
and a bum for 10 years.

Pete, how am I
supposed to change, man?

Hm?

-George, I think it's
just like in Vietnam.

You take it one day
at a time to survive.

-One day at a time.

I can't make it, man.

-You won't be alone.

-Hey, welcome back.

I hear they kept you pretty
busy over at Hollenbeck.

-Always busy
over there, Charlie.

Where's McCall?

She's in my office
talking to Alex.

It's kind of serious.

-Yeah?

What's that about?

-I don't know, but he looks
like a man on a mission to me.

-Really?

-I can't let you do this.

You have worked your entire
life to achieve what you have, Alex.

-UCLA has an excellent
Tropical Medicine Department.

-That... that's not the point.

What you really want
is this grant in England.

You can't give that up for
me, you can't give that up.

-Well I can't ask you to give
up your life's work, either.

-So what are you saying?

-Dee Dee, you
and I have lived rich,

full lives apart
from each other.

We have no regrets.

Perhaps we wouldn't have
accomplished the things

that we did if... If
we hadn't walked

out of each other's lives.

But Dee Dee, I don't want
you to walk out of my life again.

I love you.

I want you to marry me.