Hunter (1984–1991): Season 6, Episode 5 - The Legion: Part 1 - full transcript
McCall's friend and former training officer comes to LA for a visit in the midst of a murder investigation and goes quite overboard trying to help her out.
Tonight on "Hunter."
-Did you bust a guy named
Frank Lassiter a couple years ago?
One of those Aryan
Legion creeps?
-Lassiter?
Yeah, he's doing
life in Fenwick.
-Not anymore, he isn't.
-Ah.
Love LA.
-I still got contacts out there.
Let me hit the streets
and see what I can...
-You don't seem to
get it, do you Andy?
You don't seem to
leave well enough alone.
-Now when a good
cop offers you help,
you damn well better take it!
-But you're not a
cop anymore, Andy!
I have an idea he's up
to something awfully big.
-Get the money!
-Freeze!
Police!
-Looking good.
Real good, Frank.
-What's today?
A special occasion?
Isn't every day?
-Well, celebrate out in
the yard with everyone else.
Come on.
-Hey, no congregating.
-What'd you say, boy?
-You heard me, Sikes.
-Why don't you chill
out, Washington?
The brothers here,
they're just trying
to take up a little collection,
send you on a vacation.
-Oh yeah?
Where am I going, Lassiter?
-To hell.
And don't worry,
you'll enjoy it.
I been there.
Only I come back.
We have a downed guard.
We have a downed guard now.
Line up against the fence.
This is your last warning.
Everybody line up
against the fence.
-You want to tell me why, Frank?
-What can I tell you, warden?
-Move him.
-Some people love a parade.
I love an arraignment.
-Get that slime out of here.
-Did she get the flowers?
-What's this about flowers?
-This creep.
He sent Washington's
widow a dozen dead roses.
-Ugh!
-How you feeling, buddy?
Let's go!
-Ah.
Love LA.
-Can I help you, sir?
-Oh uh, I want to
see Sergeant McCall.
-Well, she's not at her desk.
Can I take a message?
-Oh no, that's all right.
Uh, those booking forms
were a lot simpler in my day.
Andy Polanski.
I'm a friend of Dee Dee's.
We met a few years ago at...
-Oh yeah!
At a retirement party.
-Yeah!
That's it.
- How you doing?
- Fine.
Hey Andy!
-Dee Dee!
Here's looking at you, kid.
-Oh!
-How long you in town for?
-Uh well actually,
I'm here to stay.
-What do you mean to stay?
What about your, your
daughter up in Seattle?
Those terrific grandkids?
-Well, they're still terrific.
But actually, I got a job
offer I couldn't refuse.
Get this.
Head of security for
some classy computer
firm out in the valley.
That's not too bad
for a retired street cop.
-I think that's great!
Check it out, there's
still hope for us.
-Apparently so.
-Uh, could we have lunch?
We got a lot of
catching up to do.
-Yeah, sure.
Go ahead.
-Thanks.
-Thank you.
-See you, Andy.
-Hunter!
Did you bust a guy named
Frank Lassiter a couple years ago?
One of those Aryan
Legion creeps?
-Lassiter?
Yeah, he's doing
life in Fenwick.
-Not any more he isn't.
I tell you, the
guy was so big...
-McCall!
-I ended up calling him sir.
-Hate to spoil your
reunion, but we
got a bad one over
on Hope Street.
- What's going on?
- We got a homicide.
Come on.
I'll explain it to
you on the way.
-Andy...
-I know the drill.
We'll get together later.
-Well, uh, where can I find you?
-Oh, I took a place
in West Hollywood.
I'll leave the address and
phone number on your desk.
-OK.
So good to see you.
You're still my old
blind bear, you know.
You're awfully quiet today.
-I'm just thinking about Andy.
I'm very surprised
to see him down here.
You know, in his letters
he said his life in Seattle
was so terrific.
-Maybe he couldn't pass
up a good job opportunity.
-Yeah, I guess so.
-Hey, what was that thing
you uh, you called him?
Uh, the old brown bear?
What was that?
No, no.
Not the old brown
bear, the old blind bear.
Oh!
It, it's a long story.
Uh, uh, see back after I
graduated from the Academy,
Andy was my TO.
And I thought, this guy's just
an over the hill cop, you know.
Turns out he really
taught me the streets.
Anyway, one day we're
sitting there and he says to me,
he says, "You have to think
of me as the old blind bear.
I am all alone in the woods
with nothing but my foul breath
to keep me comfort.
I am too mean to die.
I'm too old to care.
But show some concern,
'cause I'm still the bear."
-And was he?
Oh yeah!
Guy's the best street
cop I ever knew.
Present company
excluded, of course.
-Yes.
Glad you qualified that.
-Thank you.
Hunter, all I could
get from these witness
inside the building were
just vague descriptions.
Not one of them remembers
seeing a tattoo on anybody.
-Sure.
They covered them up.
This thing was
absolutely brutal.
-Yeah.
Well executed.
That's Lassiter's
style, all right.
Great.
Now we got a
sociopath with a brain.
-William 56, go.
-What's the situation
down there, Hunter?
-A lot of automatic
weapon fire, Charlie.
Two dead.
Very well planned out.
-Well, I guess that puts
the killing of the guard
into perspective, doesn't it?
-It sure does.
I'm headed out to
the State Penitentiary,
see what I can find out.
-Look I'll uh, I'll have
our intelligence people
do a rundown on
all the Aryans that
are still left on the streets.
-Yeah, that's a real good idea.
Also, Lassiter's got
a real crazy brother
at Joliet State Penitentiary.
Why don't you contact
the prison officials
and see what they
can dig out of him?
CAPT. DEVANE: I'll check it out.
-Out.
-No, it's my fault.
I should've known that
Washington's murder was
a set up for Lassiter's escape.
-Well, it looked like
just another racial killing.
You can't blame yourself.
Uh, you got to understand.
Lassiter and his boys have
assaulted black guards before.
-But Lassiter's never actually
done the dirty work himself,
has he?
No, and that should've
been the tip off.
-Have you talked
to his boys yet?
-Oh please.
It's like talking to cement.
I mean, if I put them all
in a rack, none of them
would open up.
The fact is, wherever
he is... inside or out...
Lassiter still runs the Legion.
And he runs it
with an iron fist.
-I know.
I put him in here.
-Well, I don't have to tell you.
You're dealing with a lunatic.
-Then I don't have
to tell you guys
how tough it's gonna be
to put him back in here.
-We checked on Frank
Lassiter's brother at Joliet.
He was paroled last month, but
he jumped parole two days ago.
-Probably on his way
out here to see his brother.
And he's certifiable.
-Yo!
Company!
-Uhn!
-Ugh!
Ah!
-You!
Drove straight through, man!
48 hours without a single break!
-Except for a little
entertainment on the way,
right?
-Uh, picked them
up at a little curio
shop outside of Albuquerque.
The blond's for you!
The other one's for me!
We're gonna have...
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Settle down, settle down.
Business.
Business first.
Ah!
-Look at you, Frank!
You look great!
You look great!
-I look lousy.
A little fun like a $5 million
score would help me.
-$5 million?
I can't believe that!
Where'd a deal
like this come from?
-Someone just
dropped it in my lap.
Captain, I want you to
meet my little brother,
-You as crazy as Frank says?
-Crazier.
-So, so I round the
corner and what do I see?
There you are hanging
on to the perp's belt
while he's trying to
climb a chain link fence!
And your little
feet are dangling
six inches off the ground!
Do you realize how
funny you looked?
Did you ever tell
Hunter about that one?
-No.
And you better not either!
-Oh, we had some great times.
Oh, yeah.
-So this Hunter's a pretty
good partner though, huh?
He's very good.
Hey, tell me about
this new job you've got,
Mr. Chief of Security.
-Oh, it's no big thing.
I just uh, I sit around telling
a bunch of stuffed shirts
how to guard their
computer secrets.
But you know, I'd give
it all up for just one more
year in harness
chasing the bad guys.
Well, tell me about
this case that you
and Hunter got yesterday.
-Two deputy sheriffs were gunned
down uh, transferring a convict
over to court for
an arraignment.
-Frank Lassiter.
I read about it.
You come up with anything?
-Not yet.
-You know, I busted a few
of those white supremacist
racists a few years ago.
I still got all my old files.
I bet you I could come
up with something.
-It's really not necessary.
-Well, I just
thought I could help.
-Oh, uh well, thank you, Andy.
I appreciate it.
It's, well it's just, it's
my job now, you know?
-Yeah.
-Speaking of, I'm late
for a briefing session.
I gotta go.
I'll talk to you later, OK?
Bye.
-According to our
latest intelligence,
there are 21 Aryans on
the streets of California.
Most of them prefer
San Francisco.
These nine losers are ours.
Now you've all been
given a packet containing
their photographs, rap
sheets, and information
of their last whereabouts.
We're to find them, bring
them in for questioning.
Captain?
-Look, these guys are
extremely dangerous and armed
to the teeth.
If you run into them, make
sure you have plenty of backup.
-Any questions?
Good luck.
Lou?
We're dealing with
white supremacists here.
Don't forget to duck.
-Just another case, Hunter.
No problem.
-Sorry I'm late.
-Don't tell me.
The brown bear, right?
Blind bear.
-Listen, I got a, uh, address
on Frank Lassiter's ex-wife Rita.
It's a long shot.
Check it out, see what happens.
-Will do.
-Look uh, Sergeant
McCall, I haven't seen Frank
in more than seven years
and I really don't want to.
-Can you prove that?
-Why should I have to?
I have a whole new life now.
I have a good job, a
decent place to live.
-You were married to the guy.
-And I'm still paying for it.
I met that animal when I was 17.
I was nothing but
a runaway working
the streets with no
one who gave a damn.
Along comes Frank.
He gives me lot of love
and I thought I had it made.
He also gave me this.
It's 'cause he didn't like the
Christmas present I got him.
-I'm sorry.
-You don't know
what sorry is, lady.
-If you do hear from him,
would you give me a call?
-I own a gun now.
If that man walks through
that door, I'll blow his head off.
Then I'll call you, yeah.
-I tell you, Mr. Thomas, this
little baby is a special one.
It comes with my
personal guarantee.
Dennis, there's a call for you.
Line two.
-Excuse me.
I tell you what.
Your kid has any
problems with this car,
I'll come over to the
house, I'll fix it myself.
Sweeney.
-Dennis, a cop was here
asking about Frank and Rudy.
-This cop didn't ask
about me, did he?
-No.
No, but I'm worried.
-Rita, relax.
In a few days, you, lover
boy, all of us are gonna be rich.
-The armored car leaves
the office about 12 noon.
Figure approximately 25 minutes
to reach the Interstate Bank.
Now that's on 12th Street.
Takes about five
minutes to load the money.
-$5 million!
I love it, I love it, I love it!
-May I go on?
-Who's stopping you?
-Now Masters will
ride at the inside man.
When you boys stop the car,
he'll take out the other guard
and then open the doors.
-When we gonna
meet this Masters guy?
-He's here.
-I just wanna give him
a big $5 million kiss.
-Sorry I'm late.
-What the hell is going on?
What do you mean, Rudy?
-What do you mean
what do I mean?
Look at him!
-Didn't you tell him, Bass?
Huh?
I, I, couldn't resist.
-Hey, I don't
think this is funny!
-Hey, neither do I, boy.
-Cool it!
-I ain't working with a spade!
-You watch your mouth!
-Hey boy, I cut a dozen
of you guys up in the joint.
Let's make it a baker's dozen.
-Rudy!
Aah!
-Rudy!
Aah! What?
-Rudy!
I want to talk to you!
Come over here.
Now listen to me.
Look Rudy, Rudy.
I want you to listen to me.
Now I want you to take a look.
A real close look.
You see that boy over there?
He ain't black.
He's green.
-He's green, Rudy.
$5 million worth of green.
Do you understand?
Do you?
Good.
OK.
Now why don't you go outside?
Come on.
Cool it.
Relax.
Take a little target practice.
Look uh, Masters, I,
I'm sorry about that.
-You know, your
brother needs help.
-Don't say that about him.
He's my brother.
And he's worth more
than $5 million to me.
You got it?
-Yeah.
-Good.
Now why don't we just continue
talking about getting rich?
-Hunter.
-Hey.
-Prison records show
that Rita didn't visit
Lassiter when he
was up in Fenwick.
I left a copy of it
over on your desk.
-You think she's straight?
-I don't know.
All I know is she's got a good
sales job, good references,
she pays her rent on time.
Neighbors say they see
her every once in a while
with a guy in uh, his
30s, good looking.
-Yeah?
Tattoos on him?
-Uh, no.
-That for me?
-No, it's not for you.
It's for Andy. It's a
housewarming gift.
-Oh yeah, you should
buy me one of those.
I, I'd like to have
one of those.
-I did buy you one of these.
You let it die!
-Die?
Oh right.
-Now what's wrong with
Andy being a security guard?
It's a very reputable job.
-Uh, that's not the point!
-What is?
-The man has always
been straight with me.
He always has.
And this time it
just doesn't add up.
He's always telling me
how great his life is up there
with his daughter
and his grandkids.
Why would he leave all
of that to come down here?
-You better talk
to him about it.
Dee Dee!
Hi, Andy.
Hey Andy.
What are you doing here?
-Hey, I'm the boss.
I took the day off.
Listen, I was going
through my files
and I ran across a perp who
used to run with the Aryans.
-Who's that?
-The punk's name
is Dennis Sweeney.
When he isn't doing armed
robbery, he's selling cars.
That's his picture.
-Does he have any tattoos?
-I don't remember
him having any.
-Well, these guys
like tattoos, Andy.
-Well, if it was up to
me, I'd check it out.
-We've got an awful
lot of things to check out.
-Well, couldn't hurt.
-Yeah.
Well, I'll just put it on
the pile of stuff to look at.
'Scuse me.
-Andy, could we
get together later?
-Oh yeah, sure.
I got some things to do.
I'll give you a call.
-No wait!
Are you telling me that with
all the detectives we have
on this case, nobody's
come up with anything?
That's right, Captain.
-That doesn't make any sense!
-Knowing Lassiter
the way I do, I
have an idea he's up
to something awfully big.
-Ugh, that's all we need.
-I may have a lead.
I couldn't resist checking in
on that information on Sweeney.
-Who is Sweeney?
-Andy Polanski, a
retired police officer friend
of McCall's, tipped
us to the guy.
-Apparently Sweeney was up in
San Quentin for about 11 years,
and that's at exactly
the same time
that Frank Lassiter was there.
-Yeah, but that doesn't
put Sweeney in the Legion.
-Well no, that's true.
But uh, San Francisco
PD intelligence
says that they've got a
new wrinkle on this, guys.
They call them sleepers.
Apparently they
recruit them in prison,
but they don't tattoo them.
That way they use
them on the outside.
-I think we ought to
talk to this guy Sweeney.
-Good.
He's at Best Deal
Used Cars in the valley.
How you doing, Dennis?
Remember me?
-Polanski.
And here I was
thinking you were dead.
Say uh, you interested
in that sleek baby?
Blue.
Used to be your favorite color.
-Still is.
What I'm interested in
is something a lot uglier.
Frank Lassiter.
-Never heard of him.
-Don't lie to me.
Ugh!
Oh!
-I shoulda had him!
-Give me the gun, Andy!
-I'm sorry, guys.
I know the guy was wrong.
He just didn't think that we
were taking him seriously!
-And that gives
the guy the right
to come out of retirement?
What's this guy want me to do?
Give him a reward?
-Well, what do you want to do?
Lock him up?
-The guy blew our only lead!
-And it's a lead
we wouldn't have
if it hadn't have been for him!
-Would you two back
off just a second?
Yeah.
-We don't know
that Sweeney would
have ever led us
to Lassiter, do we?
-We do now.
That was ballistics.
The bullets from Sweeney's
gun match two of the slugs that
were in one of the
murdered deputy's bodies.
Look, there's no point
in keeping Polanski here.
Send him home.
-Thanks, Charlie.
Andy, we have to talk.
-Sure, kiddo.
I'm really sorry
about what happened.
It was a dumb move.
-There's an
understatement for you.
Well, let me make it up to you.
I still got contacts out there.
Let me hit the streets
and see what I can...
You don't seem to
get it, do you, Andy?
You don't seem to
leave well enough alone.
-Now you listen, Hunter!
I was working the streets
when you were still in knee pants.
Now when a good
cop offers you help,
you damn well better take it!
-But you're not a
cop anymore, Andy!
You're a security guard.
-I saw you going
to work last night.
Andy!
Andy, what's going on with you?
-Nothing!
-Nothing?
Come on, there has to be.
That's why you came down to LA.
Isn't it?
Come on, let's talk.
I'm your friend.
Let's go talk.
-When I retired and
moved to Seattle,
I thought it'd be great.
I'd be with my
daughter and her kids.
They're really good kids.
-But in your letters
you said that you
were having a terrific time.
-Yeah.
I said a lot of things.
Dee Dee, my daughter
didn't want me there.
-What?
What do you mean?
I can't believe that.
-Oh, it's true.
Look, I don't blame her.
She just never was
able to forgive me.
-Andy, forgive you for what?
-I don't have to tell you what
a cop's personal life is like.
The, the job destroys you.
First it cost me
my marriage, then
my kids when my
wife moved to Seattle.
I, I tried to keep in touch.
I really did.
You know how it is.
My daughter hardly knew me.
-So why did you
go back initially?
-I thought I could
make it up to her.
Make it right with us.
Have you got any idea what
it's like to live with people
that you hope will love
you and, and you realize
that you, you're
just being tolerated?
I always felt alone up there.
So I came back.
I was never alone here.
I had the force.
I had other cops.
I had you.
-Andy, you still have me.
-Yeah.
I know that.
Well, I gotta go to work.
-You gonna be all right?
-Yeah, I'll be fine.
Still the old blind bear, right?
-Yeah.
-I want to thank you
Ray, for you being flexible.
It's really no problem.
-Come in.
-You wanted to see me, Chief?
Hey, Ray.
-Masters, Ray's gonna take
over your spot on car five.
I want you to
move into car three.
-But Chief, I'm
senior on that run.
-I know.
But I need your
experience in car three.
-But Chief!
Listen, I...
-Look, I don't want
to argue about it.
It's the way it's gonna be, OK?
Sorry, Gene.
-Hey!
Hey, take it easy!
Take it easy!
Take my wallet, OK?
Don't hurt me, OK?
-Andy?
Andy?
Andy!
-It's been a long time, buddy.
-Wow!
Well you, you scared me, Andy!
-What are you doing here?
I thought, I thought, I
thought you were in Seattle.
I thought you retired, Andy.
-Well, I was.
I just need some information
on some of your clients.
-I don't have any more clients.
I left that business
a long time ago.
My hand started shaking a little
bit, you know what I'm saying?
And those bums!
They didn't trust me
to paint them anymore.
But they're wrong.
Hands don't shake
that much, right?
Am I right?
-You are still a
great artist, buddy.
I need some help.
-You want me to
give you a, a, a tattoo?
-No, no.
I want you to help me
locate Frank Lassiter.
-What are you?
Crazy, Andy?
You don't mess
with those people!
-It's not for me.
It's for a friend.
Lassiter and his pals are
planning something big
and I gotta know
what's going on.
-I'm out of touch with
those people now, Andy.
I, I don't see them anymore.
-Give it a try.
For old times sake, huh?
Just hold on!
Now Frank, will
you just listen to me?
Now we are gonna have to
take down car number three!
-Oh yeah?
How much?
-About a mil and a half.
If you hit it at the
end of the run.
-Not good enough, Murdoch.
That's chump change.
-Well Frank, that is
the best we can do.
That's second best!
And that's not
good enough for me!
There's gotta be another way!
Hey, Mr. Armored
Car Man, why don't you
and I have a little talk?
-There you go.
Have a nice night.
-Hey Le!
-Hi Ray!
-How's the kid
working out, Larry?
-He works real hard.
Thanks for sending him over.
-Carton of Kings.
-Uh Kings, huh?
Le, check the stockroom.
See if you can find
a carton of Kings.
-Sure.
Ray, I wish you'd stop smoking.
-He's got a point.
-Everybody shut
up and turn around!
-Uh, uh.
Don't, don't get excited.
Just take what you want.
Thanks!
Oh man!
You run a lousy business.
There's less than $200 here.
-You better have more
money in the till next time.
-Oh uh, too bad there
ain't gonna be a next time.
-Hi Lou.
You sure the boy saw the tattoo?
-Mm hmm.
The kid studies
German in school.
It said "Weiss Macht."
It means white power.
-It's pronounced Weiss Macht.
-Yeah, whatever.
Listen, um, go
easy with the kid.
One of the victims was
a guy named Austin.
He um, brought the kid and
his family here from Vietnam.
-Hello son.
I'm Sergeant Hunter.
What's your name?
-Le.
-Le?
Listen, I know this may
not be the time to ask you,
but do you think you might
be able to help us out?
Look at some photographs?
Thank you.
If you recognize any of
these men, just speak up.
-It's him.
-Yeah?
This is... he shot Ray!
Yes.
-You're sure about that?
Yes!
-Thank you Le, very much.
Now this officer's gonna
help you get home, OK?
Thank you.
-I mean, this
doesn't make sense.
These guys, they don't do
this for a couple hundred bucks.
-They sure don't, Lou.
Hey, I did a backgrounder
on Dennis Sweeney.
Seems he's from Texas.
I'm having him checked out.
-Fine.
-How's Andy doing?
-I don't really want
to talk about it.
Don't you ever go home?
-Yeah?
-Yeah, it's me, Andy.
Hi.
Listen, I talked to
some of my old clients
and they haven't seen
anything of Lassiter's people.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
But I'll tell you something.
I learned something
I never knew before.
Remember a guy
named Dennis Sweeney?
I think you busted him once.
Right.
That's the guy.
You know who
his half-sister was?
Lassiter's ex-wife.
-Oh uh, did you get
an address on her?
-Yeah.
I do have an address.
Yeah, in Sylmar.
It's 24321 Angel Heights.
-Thanks, pal.
-Homicide.
Sergeant McCall's desk.
Sergeant Hunter speaking.
Hello?
Hello?
-Hunter.
That backgrounder from Texas
on Dennis Sweeney came in.
The only family to speak
of is a half-sister, Rita.
-Oh Leslie, very nice work!
Thank you very much.
-Hold it right there!
-Well, you just never give up.
Do you, old man?
-We're gonna keep
this real simple.
You're gonna tell me
where Frank Lassiter is or...
-Dennis?
What's going on here?
-Go back in the house, lady!
Don't!
-Oh!
-Oh my god!
-Polanski!
Dennis?
Dennis?
-He gave me no choice.
-Shut up!
Oh Dennis, please no.
-Turn around!
Oh Dennis, please.
-You're under arrest.
-Thanks for bailing me out.
-You OK?
-Yeah.
Good way to end
a career, isn't it?
-Andy, you had
a terrific career.
It ended three years ago.
-Yeah, yeah.
-Andy.
-You think it's easy?
One day you're out working
the streets, commanding respect.
The next day
you're just out there.
-Andy, I understand that.
But you've got to let it go now.
-Wait'll you see what it's like.
Walking down Figueroa,
you spot some guy that's dirty
and you can't do
anything about it!
Now that hurts.
-Andy, why don't you
go back up to Seattle?
Look, you got family up there.
Why don't you try
to make it work?
-Yeah.
I guess you're right.
I gotta go.
-Andy.
-Dee Dee, don't end up like me.
-I've spent three
hours with Rita Lassiter.
She swears she doesn't
know where Frank is.
Well, we cannot hold her.
Look, get somebody on her.
-Charlie, what's gonna
happen with Andy Polanski?
-Well, I, I don't think the DA's
gonna be too hard on him.
-I'm very sorry about Andy.
- I'm sor too.
About a lot of things.
What are you doing?
You guys said it's been
running rough lately.
Just pumping the
fuel pump a little bit.
Should be fine now.
-Man, can't help
thinking about Ray.
-Me too.
Feel weird going out like this.
Yeah.
Let's roll.
-Hunter!
Here's that paperwork on the
convenience store shooting you
wanted.
-Oh yeah, right.
Say, how's that boy doing?
-Mm, OK.
Nail those pigs I'm sure
he'll feel a whole lot better.
-Yeah.
Thanks.
-Hey McCall, I
got a big time lead.
Let's go.
-Let me uh, let me call Andy.
I'm worried about him.
-The victim at the
convenience store
was an armored car driver.
Forget about Andy.
Let's move it!
We got a job to do.
-Yeah, how are you?
OK.
See you next time.
-Who took Ray Austin's
place on the route?
-I put our John
Masters back on it.
-What do you mean
you put him back on it?
-What's the next pickup?
-$5 million.
Golden West Bank.
It's not ringing.
Something's wrong.
-Call the bank.
-It's too late.
They would have left
there five minutes ago.
-Can you give me
a copy of the route?
-You bet.
Here it comes.
Gene, what the
hell are you doing?
-Getting rich.
-Get the money!
-Yeah!
-All right, Rudy.
Finish it up.
-Hey boy, you take
care of your pal.
-That's your department.
Rudy, let's go!
-Ugh!
Hey!
-My brother's wrong.
I ain't color blind.
You ain't green.
You're black.
-Hey!
-Freeze!
Police!
-This one's still alive!
I'm gonna go call an ambulance!
-So how is Rudy Lassiter?
-Bad.
Surgeon said it could be hours.
I'll tell you, he'd better live.
The feds are gonna be
all over us in a few minutes.
And he's our only link to
Frank and that $5 million.
-Captain?
I have to go take
care of something.
I'll be back.
Is something wrong?
-I'll be back.
Oh god, Andy!
-Hunter.
Hospital called.
Rudy Lassiter's
coming out of surgery.
Let's go.
-You're kidding!
Let's get over there.
Hey McCall, Rudy
Lassiter just woke up.
We're going to the hospital.
Come on.
-Andy killed himself tonight.
-What?
What'd you say?
-You know all he had
in his life was a job?
Family didn't ca about him.
All he had was being a cop.
When that was
over, he had nothing.
-He had you.
-He didn't.
Not really.
You know, today I had a
feeling that I had to talk to him.
And I went over to
the phone to call him.
And I was picking up
the phone to talk to him
and that's when you came in.
You remember
what you said to me?
You said, "Talk to him later.
Because you have a job to do."
-That's right.
-You remember you said that?
You said, "You
have a job to do."
You know what I realized?
All I have in my
life is this job!
I am not gonna end up like Andy.
This job can go to hell!
-Did you bust a guy named
Frank Lassiter a couple years ago?
One of those Aryan
Legion creeps?
-Lassiter?
Yeah, he's doing
life in Fenwick.
-Not anymore, he isn't.
-Ah.
Love LA.
-I still got contacts out there.
Let me hit the streets
and see what I can...
-You don't seem to
get it, do you Andy?
You don't seem to
leave well enough alone.
-Now when a good
cop offers you help,
you damn well better take it!
-But you're not a
cop anymore, Andy!
I have an idea he's up
to something awfully big.
-Get the money!
-Freeze!
Police!
-Looking good.
Real good, Frank.
-What's today?
A special occasion?
Isn't every day?
-Well, celebrate out in
the yard with everyone else.
Come on.
-Hey, no congregating.
-What'd you say, boy?
-You heard me, Sikes.
-Why don't you chill
out, Washington?
The brothers here,
they're just trying
to take up a little collection,
send you on a vacation.
-Oh yeah?
Where am I going, Lassiter?
-To hell.
And don't worry,
you'll enjoy it.
I been there.
Only I come back.
We have a downed guard.
We have a downed guard now.
Line up against the fence.
This is your last warning.
Everybody line up
against the fence.
-You want to tell me why, Frank?
-What can I tell you, warden?
-Move him.
-Some people love a parade.
I love an arraignment.
-Get that slime out of here.
-Did she get the flowers?
-What's this about flowers?
-This creep.
He sent Washington's
widow a dozen dead roses.
-Ugh!
-How you feeling, buddy?
Let's go!
-Ah.
Love LA.
-Can I help you, sir?
-Oh uh, I want to
see Sergeant McCall.
-Well, she's not at her desk.
Can I take a message?
-Oh no, that's all right.
Uh, those booking forms
were a lot simpler in my day.
Andy Polanski.
I'm a friend of Dee Dee's.
We met a few years ago at...
-Oh yeah!
At a retirement party.
-Yeah!
That's it.
- How you doing?
- Fine.
Hey Andy!
-Dee Dee!
Here's looking at you, kid.
-Oh!
-How long you in town for?
-Uh well actually,
I'm here to stay.
-What do you mean to stay?
What about your, your
daughter up in Seattle?
Those terrific grandkids?
-Well, they're still terrific.
But actually, I got a job
offer I couldn't refuse.
Get this.
Head of security for
some classy computer
firm out in the valley.
That's not too bad
for a retired street cop.
-I think that's great!
Check it out, there's
still hope for us.
-Apparently so.
-Uh, could we have lunch?
We got a lot of
catching up to do.
-Yeah, sure.
Go ahead.
-Thanks.
-Thank you.
-See you, Andy.
-Hunter!
Did you bust a guy named
Frank Lassiter a couple years ago?
One of those Aryan
Legion creeps?
-Lassiter?
Yeah, he's doing
life in Fenwick.
-Not any more he isn't.
I tell you, the
guy was so big...
-McCall!
-I ended up calling him sir.
-Hate to spoil your
reunion, but we
got a bad one over
on Hope Street.
- What's going on?
- We got a homicide.
Come on.
I'll explain it to
you on the way.
-Andy...
-I know the drill.
We'll get together later.
-Well, uh, where can I find you?
-Oh, I took a place
in West Hollywood.
I'll leave the address and
phone number on your desk.
-OK.
So good to see you.
You're still my old
blind bear, you know.
You're awfully quiet today.
-I'm just thinking about Andy.
I'm very surprised
to see him down here.
You know, in his letters
he said his life in Seattle
was so terrific.
-Maybe he couldn't pass
up a good job opportunity.
-Yeah, I guess so.
-Hey, what was that thing
you uh, you called him?
Uh, the old brown bear?
What was that?
No, no.
Not the old brown
bear, the old blind bear.
Oh!
It, it's a long story.
Uh, uh, see back after I
graduated from the Academy,
Andy was my TO.
And I thought, this guy's just
an over the hill cop, you know.
Turns out he really
taught me the streets.
Anyway, one day we're
sitting there and he says to me,
he says, "You have to think
of me as the old blind bear.
I am all alone in the woods
with nothing but my foul breath
to keep me comfort.
I am too mean to die.
I'm too old to care.
But show some concern,
'cause I'm still the bear."
-And was he?
Oh yeah!
Guy's the best street
cop I ever knew.
Present company
excluded, of course.
-Yes.
Glad you qualified that.
-Thank you.
Hunter, all I could
get from these witness
inside the building were
just vague descriptions.
Not one of them remembers
seeing a tattoo on anybody.
-Sure.
They covered them up.
This thing was
absolutely brutal.
-Yeah.
Well executed.
That's Lassiter's
style, all right.
Great.
Now we got a
sociopath with a brain.
-William 56, go.
-What's the situation
down there, Hunter?
-A lot of automatic
weapon fire, Charlie.
Two dead.
Very well planned out.
-Well, I guess that puts
the killing of the guard
into perspective, doesn't it?
-It sure does.
I'm headed out to
the State Penitentiary,
see what I can find out.
-Look I'll uh, I'll have
our intelligence people
do a rundown on
all the Aryans that
are still left on the streets.
-Yeah, that's a real good idea.
Also, Lassiter's got
a real crazy brother
at Joliet State Penitentiary.
Why don't you contact
the prison officials
and see what they
can dig out of him?
CAPT. DEVANE: I'll check it out.
-Out.
-No, it's my fault.
I should've known that
Washington's murder was
a set up for Lassiter's escape.
-Well, it looked like
just another racial killing.
You can't blame yourself.
Uh, you got to understand.
Lassiter and his boys have
assaulted black guards before.
-But Lassiter's never actually
done the dirty work himself,
has he?
No, and that should've
been the tip off.
-Have you talked
to his boys yet?
-Oh please.
It's like talking to cement.
I mean, if I put them all
in a rack, none of them
would open up.
The fact is, wherever
he is... inside or out...
Lassiter still runs the Legion.
And he runs it
with an iron fist.
-I know.
I put him in here.
-Well, I don't have to tell you.
You're dealing with a lunatic.
-Then I don't have
to tell you guys
how tough it's gonna be
to put him back in here.
-We checked on Frank
Lassiter's brother at Joliet.
He was paroled last month, but
he jumped parole two days ago.
-Probably on his way
out here to see his brother.
And he's certifiable.
-Yo!
Company!
-Uhn!
-Ugh!
Ah!
-You!
Drove straight through, man!
48 hours without a single break!
-Except for a little
entertainment on the way,
right?
-Uh, picked them
up at a little curio
shop outside of Albuquerque.
The blond's for you!
The other one's for me!
We're gonna have...
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Settle down, settle down.
Business.
Business first.
Ah!
-Look at you, Frank!
You look great!
You look great!
-I look lousy.
A little fun like a $5 million
score would help me.
-$5 million?
I can't believe that!
Where'd a deal
like this come from?
-Someone just
dropped it in my lap.
Captain, I want you to
meet my little brother,
-You as crazy as Frank says?
-Crazier.
-So, so I round the
corner and what do I see?
There you are hanging
on to the perp's belt
while he's trying to
climb a chain link fence!
And your little
feet are dangling
six inches off the ground!
Do you realize how
funny you looked?
Did you ever tell
Hunter about that one?
-No.
And you better not either!
-Oh, we had some great times.
Oh, yeah.
-So this Hunter's a pretty
good partner though, huh?
He's very good.
Hey, tell me about
this new job you've got,
Mr. Chief of Security.
-Oh, it's no big thing.
I just uh, I sit around telling
a bunch of stuffed shirts
how to guard their
computer secrets.
But you know, I'd give
it all up for just one more
year in harness
chasing the bad guys.
Well, tell me about
this case that you
and Hunter got yesterday.
-Two deputy sheriffs were gunned
down uh, transferring a convict
over to court for
an arraignment.
-Frank Lassiter.
I read about it.
You come up with anything?
-Not yet.
-You know, I busted a few
of those white supremacist
racists a few years ago.
I still got all my old files.
I bet you I could come
up with something.
-It's really not necessary.
-Well, I just
thought I could help.
-Oh, uh well, thank you, Andy.
I appreciate it.
It's, well it's just, it's
my job now, you know?
-Yeah.
-Speaking of, I'm late
for a briefing session.
I gotta go.
I'll talk to you later, OK?
Bye.
-According to our
latest intelligence,
there are 21 Aryans on
the streets of California.
Most of them prefer
San Francisco.
These nine losers are ours.
Now you've all been
given a packet containing
their photographs, rap
sheets, and information
of their last whereabouts.
We're to find them, bring
them in for questioning.
Captain?
-Look, these guys are
extremely dangerous and armed
to the teeth.
If you run into them, make
sure you have plenty of backup.
-Any questions?
Good luck.
Lou?
We're dealing with
white supremacists here.
Don't forget to duck.
-Just another case, Hunter.
No problem.
-Sorry I'm late.
-Don't tell me.
The brown bear, right?
Blind bear.
-Listen, I got a, uh, address
on Frank Lassiter's ex-wife Rita.
It's a long shot.
Check it out, see what happens.
-Will do.
-Look uh, Sergeant
McCall, I haven't seen Frank
in more than seven years
and I really don't want to.
-Can you prove that?
-Why should I have to?
I have a whole new life now.
I have a good job, a
decent place to live.
-You were married to the guy.
-And I'm still paying for it.
I met that animal when I was 17.
I was nothing but
a runaway working
the streets with no
one who gave a damn.
Along comes Frank.
He gives me lot of love
and I thought I had it made.
He also gave me this.
It's 'cause he didn't like the
Christmas present I got him.
-I'm sorry.
-You don't know
what sorry is, lady.
-If you do hear from him,
would you give me a call?
-I own a gun now.
If that man walks through
that door, I'll blow his head off.
Then I'll call you, yeah.
-I tell you, Mr. Thomas, this
little baby is a special one.
It comes with my
personal guarantee.
Dennis, there's a call for you.
Line two.
-Excuse me.
I tell you what.
Your kid has any
problems with this car,
I'll come over to the
house, I'll fix it myself.
Sweeney.
-Dennis, a cop was here
asking about Frank and Rudy.
-This cop didn't ask
about me, did he?
-No.
No, but I'm worried.
-Rita, relax.
In a few days, you, lover
boy, all of us are gonna be rich.
-The armored car leaves
the office about 12 noon.
Figure approximately 25 minutes
to reach the Interstate Bank.
Now that's on 12th Street.
Takes about five
minutes to load the money.
-$5 million!
I love it, I love it, I love it!
-May I go on?
-Who's stopping you?
-Now Masters will
ride at the inside man.
When you boys stop the car,
he'll take out the other guard
and then open the doors.
-When we gonna
meet this Masters guy?
-He's here.
-I just wanna give him
a big $5 million kiss.
-Sorry I'm late.
-What the hell is going on?
What do you mean, Rudy?
-What do you mean
what do I mean?
Look at him!
-Didn't you tell him, Bass?
Huh?
I, I, couldn't resist.
-Hey, I don't
think this is funny!
-Hey, neither do I, boy.
-Cool it!
-I ain't working with a spade!
-You watch your mouth!
-Hey boy, I cut a dozen
of you guys up in the joint.
Let's make it a baker's dozen.
-Rudy!
Aah!
-Rudy!
Aah! What?
-Rudy!
I want to talk to you!
Come over here.
Now listen to me.
Look Rudy, Rudy.
I want you to listen to me.
Now I want you to take a look.
A real close look.
You see that boy over there?
He ain't black.
He's green.
-He's green, Rudy.
$5 million worth of green.
Do you understand?
Do you?
Good.
OK.
Now why don't you go outside?
Come on.
Cool it.
Relax.
Take a little target practice.
Look uh, Masters, I,
I'm sorry about that.
-You know, your
brother needs help.
-Don't say that about him.
He's my brother.
And he's worth more
than $5 million to me.
You got it?
-Yeah.
-Good.
Now why don't we just continue
talking about getting rich?
-Hunter.
-Hey.
-Prison records show
that Rita didn't visit
Lassiter when he
was up in Fenwick.
I left a copy of it
over on your desk.
-You think she's straight?
-I don't know.
All I know is she's got a good
sales job, good references,
she pays her rent on time.
Neighbors say they see
her every once in a while
with a guy in uh, his
30s, good looking.
-Yeah?
Tattoos on him?
-Uh, no.
-That for me?
-No, it's not for you.
It's for Andy. It's a
housewarming gift.
-Oh yeah, you should
buy me one of those.
I, I'd like to have
one of those.
-I did buy you one of these.
You let it die!
-Die?
Oh right.
-Now what's wrong with
Andy being a security guard?
It's a very reputable job.
-Uh, that's not the point!
-What is?
-The man has always
been straight with me.
He always has.
And this time it
just doesn't add up.
He's always telling me
how great his life is up there
with his daughter
and his grandkids.
Why would he leave all
of that to come down here?
-You better talk
to him about it.
Dee Dee!
Hi, Andy.
Hey Andy.
What are you doing here?
-Hey, I'm the boss.
I took the day off.
Listen, I was going
through my files
and I ran across a perp who
used to run with the Aryans.
-Who's that?
-The punk's name
is Dennis Sweeney.
When he isn't doing armed
robbery, he's selling cars.
That's his picture.
-Does he have any tattoos?
-I don't remember
him having any.
-Well, these guys
like tattoos, Andy.
-Well, if it was up to
me, I'd check it out.
-We've got an awful
lot of things to check out.
-Well, couldn't hurt.
-Yeah.
Well, I'll just put it on
the pile of stuff to look at.
'Scuse me.
-Andy, could we
get together later?
-Oh yeah, sure.
I got some things to do.
I'll give you a call.
-No wait!
Are you telling me that with
all the detectives we have
on this case, nobody's
come up with anything?
That's right, Captain.
-That doesn't make any sense!
-Knowing Lassiter
the way I do, I
have an idea he's up
to something awfully big.
-Ugh, that's all we need.
-I may have a lead.
I couldn't resist checking in
on that information on Sweeney.
-Who is Sweeney?
-Andy Polanski, a
retired police officer friend
of McCall's, tipped
us to the guy.
-Apparently Sweeney was up in
San Quentin for about 11 years,
and that's at exactly
the same time
that Frank Lassiter was there.
-Yeah, but that doesn't
put Sweeney in the Legion.
-Well no, that's true.
But uh, San Francisco
PD intelligence
says that they've got a
new wrinkle on this, guys.
They call them sleepers.
Apparently they
recruit them in prison,
but they don't tattoo them.
That way they use
them on the outside.
-I think we ought to
talk to this guy Sweeney.
-Good.
He's at Best Deal
Used Cars in the valley.
How you doing, Dennis?
Remember me?
-Polanski.
And here I was
thinking you were dead.
Say uh, you interested
in that sleek baby?
Blue.
Used to be your favorite color.
-Still is.
What I'm interested in
is something a lot uglier.
Frank Lassiter.
-Never heard of him.
-Don't lie to me.
Ugh!
Oh!
-I shoulda had him!
-Give me the gun, Andy!
-I'm sorry, guys.
I know the guy was wrong.
He just didn't think that we
were taking him seriously!
-And that gives
the guy the right
to come out of retirement?
What's this guy want me to do?
Give him a reward?
-Well, what do you want to do?
Lock him up?
-The guy blew our only lead!
-And it's a lead
we wouldn't have
if it hadn't have been for him!
-Would you two back
off just a second?
Yeah.
-We don't know
that Sweeney would
have ever led us
to Lassiter, do we?
-We do now.
That was ballistics.
The bullets from Sweeney's
gun match two of the slugs that
were in one of the
murdered deputy's bodies.
Look, there's no point
in keeping Polanski here.
Send him home.
-Thanks, Charlie.
Andy, we have to talk.
-Sure, kiddo.
I'm really sorry
about what happened.
It was a dumb move.
-There's an
understatement for you.
Well, let me make it up to you.
I still got contacts out there.
Let me hit the streets
and see what I can...
You don't seem to
get it, do you, Andy?
You don't seem to
leave well enough alone.
-Now you listen, Hunter!
I was working the streets
when you were still in knee pants.
Now when a good
cop offers you help,
you damn well better take it!
-But you're not a
cop anymore, Andy!
You're a security guard.
-I saw you going
to work last night.
Andy!
Andy, what's going on with you?
-Nothing!
-Nothing?
Come on, there has to be.
That's why you came down to LA.
Isn't it?
Come on, let's talk.
I'm your friend.
Let's go talk.
-When I retired and
moved to Seattle,
I thought it'd be great.
I'd be with my
daughter and her kids.
They're really good kids.
-But in your letters
you said that you
were having a terrific time.
-Yeah.
I said a lot of things.
Dee Dee, my daughter
didn't want me there.
-What?
What do you mean?
I can't believe that.
-Oh, it's true.
Look, I don't blame her.
She just never was
able to forgive me.
-Andy, forgive you for what?
-I don't have to tell you what
a cop's personal life is like.
The, the job destroys you.
First it cost me
my marriage, then
my kids when my
wife moved to Seattle.
I, I tried to keep in touch.
I really did.
You know how it is.
My daughter hardly knew me.
-So why did you
go back initially?
-I thought I could
make it up to her.
Make it right with us.
Have you got any idea what
it's like to live with people
that you hope will love
you and, and you realize
that you, you're
just being tolerated?
I always felt alone up there.
So I came back.
I was never alone here.
I had the force.
I had other cops.
I had you.
-Andy, you still have me.
-Yeah.
I know that.
Well, I gotta go to work.
-You gonna be all right?
-Yeah, I'll be fine.
Still the old blind bear, right?
-Yeah.
-I want to thank you
Ray, for you being flexible.
It's really no problem.
-Come in.
-You wanted to see me, Chief?
Hey, Ray.
-Masters, Ray's gonna take
over your spot on car five.
I want you to
move into car three.
-But Chief, I'm
senior on that run.
-I know.
But I need your
experience in car three.
-But Chief!
Listen, I...
-Look, I don't want
to argue about it.
It's the way it's gonna be, OK?
Sorry, Gene.
-Hey!
Hey, take it easy!
Take it easy!
Take my wallet, OK?
Don't hurt me, OK?
-Andy?
Andy?
Andy!
-It's been a long time, buddy.
-Wow!
Well you, you scared me, Andy!
-What are you doing here?
I thought, I thought, I
thought you were in Seattle.
I thought you retired, Andy.
-Well, I was.
I just need some information
on some of your clients.
-I don't have any more clients.
I left that business
a long time ago.
My hand started shaking a little
bit, you know what I'm saying?
And those bums!
They didn't trust me
to paint them anymore.
But they're wrong.
Hands don't shake
that much, right?
Am I right?
-You are still a
great artist, buddy.
I need some help.
-You want me to
give you a, a, a tattoo?
-No, no.
I want you to help me
locate Frank Lassiter.
-What are you?
Crazy, Andy?
You don't mess
with those people!
-It's not for me.
It's for a friend.
Lassiter and his pals are
planning something big
and I gotta know
what's going on.
-I'm out of touch with
those people now, Andy.
I, I don't see them anymore.
-Give it a try.
For old times sake, huh?
Just hold on!
Now Frank, will
you just listen to me?
Now we are gonna have to
take down car number three!
-Oh yeah?
How much?
-About a mil and a half.
If you hit it at the
end of the run.
-Not good enough, Murdoch.
That's chump change.
-Well Frank, that is
the best we can do.
That's second best!
And that's not
good enough for me!
There's gotta be another way!
Hey, Mr. Armored
Car Man, why don't you
and I have a little talk?
-There you go.
Have a nice night.
-Hey Le!
-Hi Ray!
-How's the kid
working out, Larry?
-He works real hard.
Thanks for sending him over.
-Carton of Kings.
-Uh Kings, huh?
Le, check the stockroom.
See if you can find
a carton of Kings.
-Sure.
Ray, I wish you'd stop smoking.
-He's got a point.
-Everybody shut
up and turn around!
-Uh, uh.
Don't, don't get excited.
Just take what you want.
Thanks!
Oh man!
You run a lousy business.
There's less than $200 here.
-You better have more
money in the till next time.
-Oh uh, too bad there
ain't gonna be a next time.
-Hi Lou.
You sure the boy saw the tattoo?
-Mm hmm.
The kid studies
German in school.
It said "Weiss Macht."
It means white power.
-It's pronounced Weiss Macht.
-Yeah, whatever.
Listen, um, go
easy with the kid.
One of the victims was
a guy named Austin.
He um, brought the kid and
his family here from Vietnam.
-Hello son.
I'm Sergeant Hunter.
What's your name?
-Le.
-Le?
Listen, I know this may
not be the time to ask you,
but do you think you might
be able to help us out?
Look at some photographs?
Thank you.
If you recognize any of
these men, just speak up.
-It's him.
-Yeah?
This is... he shot Ray!
Yes.
-You're sure about that?
Yes!
-Thank you Le, very much.
Now this officer's gonna
help you get home, OK?
Thank you.
-I mean, this
doesn't make sense.
These guys, they don't do
this for a couple hundred bucks.
-They sure don't, Lou.
Hey, I did a backgrounder
on Dennis Sweeney.
Seems he's from Texas.
I'm having him checked out.
-Fine.
-How's Andy doing?
-I don't really want
to talk about it.
Don't you ever go home?
-Yeah?
-Yeah, it's me, Andy.
Hi.
Listen, I talked to
some of my old clients
and they haven't seen
anything of Lassiter's people.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
But I'll tell you something.
I learned something
I never knew before.
Remember a guy
named Dennis Sweeney?
I think you busted him once.
Right.
That's the guy.
You know who
his half-sister was?
Lassiter's ex-wife.
-Oh uh, did you get
an address on her?
-Yeah.
I do have an address.
Yeah, in Sylmar.
It's 24321 Angel Heights.
-Thanks, pal.
-Homicide.
Sergeant McCall's desk.
Sergeant Hunter speaking.
Hello?
Hello?
-Hunter.
That backgrounder from Texas
on Dennis Sweeney came in.
The only family to speak
of is a half-sister, Rita.
-Oh Leslie, very nice work!
Thank you very much.
-Hold it right there!
-Well, you just never give up.
Do you, old man?
-We're gonna keep
this real simple.
You're gonna tell me
where Frank Lassiter is or...
-Dennis?
What's going on here?
-Go back in the house, lady!
Don't!
-Oh!
-Oh my god!
-Polanski!
Dennis?
Dennis?
-He gave me no choice.
-Shut up!
Oh Dennis, please no.
-Turn around!
Oh Dennis, please.
-You're under arrest.
-Thanks for bailing me out.
-You OK?
-Yeah.
Good way to end
a career, isn't it?
-Andy, you had
a terrific career.
It ended three years ago.
-Yeah, yeah.
-Andy.
-You think it's easy?
One day you're out working
the streets, commanding respect.
The next day
you're just out there.
-Andy, I understand that.
But you've got to let it go now.
-Wait'll you see what it's like.
Walking down Figueroa,
you spot some guy that's dirty
and you can't do
anything about it!
Now that hurts.
-Andy, why don't you
go back up to Seattle?
Look, you got family up there.
Why don't you try
to make it work?
-Yeah.
I guess you're right.
I gotta go.
-Andy.
-Dee Dee, don't end up like me.
-I've spent three
hours with Rita Lassiter.
She swears she doesn't
know where Frank is.
Well, we cannot hold her.
Look, get somebody on her.
-Charlie, what's gonna
happen with Andy Polanski?
-Well, I, I don't think the DA's
gonna be too hard on him.
-I'm very sorry about Andy.
- I'm sor too.
About a lot of things.
What are you doing?
You guys said it's been
running rough lately.
Just pumping the
fuel pump a little bit.
Should be fine now.
-Man, can't help
thinking about Ray.
-Me too.
Feel weird going out like this.
Yeah.
Let's roll.
-Hunter!
Here's that paperwork on the
convenience store shooting you
wanted.
-Oh yeah, right.
Say, how's that boy doing?
-Mm, OK.
Nail those pigs I'm sure
he'll feel a whole lot better.
-Yeah.
Thanks.
-Hey McCall, I
got a big time lead.
Let's go.
-Let me uh, let me call Andy.
I'm worried about him.
-The victim at the
convenience store
was an armored car driver.
Forget about Andy.
Let's move it!
We got a job to do.
-Yeah, how are you?
OK.
See you next time.
-Who took Ray Austin's
place on the route?
-I put our John
Masters back on it.
-What do you mean
you put him back on it?
-What's the next pickup?
-$5 million.
Golden West Bank.
It's not ringing.
Something's wrong.
-Call the bank.
-It's too late.
They would have left
there five minutes ago.
-Can you give me
a copy of the route?
-You bet.
Here it comes.
Gene, what the
hell are you doing?
-Getting rich.
-Get the money!
-Yeah!
-All right, Rudy.
Finish it up.
-Hey boy, you take
care of your pal.
-That's your department.
Rudy, let's go!
-Ugh!
Hey!
-My brother's wrong.
I ain't color blind.
You ain't green.
You're black.
-Hey!
-Freeze!
Police!
-This one's still alive!
I'm gonna go call an ambulance!
-So how is Rudy Lassiter?
-Bad.
Surgeon said it could be hours.
I'll tell you, he'd better live.
The feds are gonna be
all over us in a few minutes.
And he's our only link to
Frank and that $5 million.
-Captain?
I have to go take
care of something.
I'll be back.
Is something wrong?
-I'll be back.
Oh god, Andy!
-Hunter.
Hospital called.
Rudy Lassiter's
coming out of surgery.
Let's go.
-You're kidding!
Let's get over there.
Hey McCall, Rudy
Lassiter just woke up.
We're going to the hospital.
Come on.
-Andy killed himself tonight.
-What?
What'd you say?
-You know all he had
in his life was a job?
Family didn't ca about him.
All he had was being a cop.
When that was
over, he had nothing.
-He had you.
-He didn't.
Not really.
You know, today I had a
feeling that I had to talk to him.
And I went over to
the phone to call him.
And I was picking up
the phone to talk to him
and that's when you came in.
You remember
what you said to me?
You said, "Talk to him later.
Because you have a job to do."
-That's right.
-You remember you said that?
You said, "You
have a job to do."
You know what I realized?
All I have in my
life is this job!
I am not gonna end up like Andy.
This job can go to hell!