Hunter (1984–1991): Season 7, Episode 6 - A Snitch'll Break Your Heart - full transcript

-R10 Charles to R20 Charles.

Going 30, Hunter.

-R20 Charles R2,
3, and 4 entry team.

Make it fast and clean.

Everybody get
ready and be careful.

Here we go.

-Everyone on your knees!

Hands up!

Don't make a move!

Nobody moves!

Get on the ground!



You move!

-Hunter.

-Pop one!

-Let me see that.

-Molenski?

What the hell's going on here?

-Now, the first
rule of operations

is be certain what you're
looking for is where you hit.

Now, I have devoted three
months of planning the resources

of robbery, criminal
conspiracy, and metro

to an operation
doomed to failure

because your
intelligence was tainted.

-Lieutenant

Horton, My informant
has never burned me.



-Well, this
switchblade knife is not

my idea of a major weapons
cachet, Officer Molenski.

Now, what's the snitch's ID?

-Albie Wayne.

-Well, he wouldn't be the
first snitch to double deal.

-All we know is his
information was bad.

He could have been set up.

-If Molenski has faith in
Albie Wayne, then so do I.

-I want to talk to him.

-Caption, I can't
bring him in here.

-Look, the Y Bun gang fences
assault weapons to the Latinos,

and they're feeding us bogus
information through this Albie.

I want the snitch in my
office, Molenski, today.

-Joanne.

-Albie the snitch.

He's as good as dead
if he's seen in here.

-Look, considering what
happened this morning,

he's as good as dead
on the street anyway.

Sergeant.

Hey, Joe.

- Yeah, here's your messages.
- Oh great.

Thanks.

-Oh yeah, Karen
Brandt called for ya.

- Who's Karen Brandt?
- I don't know.

She called 10 minutes ago.

She says, uh, she
might stop by later.

-Oh, OK, thanks, Joe.

So look what do you
want to do about this?

-OK, I'll bring him in.

-Good.

Having been found guilty,

uh, the law allows
me to sentence you

to five years in the
county youth facility.

However, it's my
judgment that you

are of otherwise good character.

And your record indicates
that you have no priors

and certainly your family
has suffered pain enough.

And I think in the
light of this, son,

you deserve a second
chance, and therefore

I'm putting you on probation.

Alright, I know what you want.

I know exactly what you want.

Huh?

Is that gorgeous?

Italian design.

Huh?

Look at the cuts on
this dress. Wait a minute.

Look at it in another light.

Look at this.

You would look
good in this dress.

Look at that.

Dave, your wife will be
nice to you for a week

if you bring this home.

Whoops, listen, one of
my biggest buyers is here.

Take a walk, alright?

Wow!

I dream about you in this dress.

-Albie, we've got big problems.

-What are you talking about?

-You turned us on to enough
of these for every dashboard

in town.

A lot of people are POed at you.

-I'm not afraid of the Koreans.

-They're the least
of your problems.

My lieutenant
wants to talk to you.

He thinks you
double dealed on us.

-Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

If I did that I would be
dead and out of business.

Not necessarily in that order.

Does your lieutenant
know how snitches work?

-Look, that's
another story, but I

gotta take you
in to talk to him.

-Oh, wait a minute.

Come on, Joanne.

I can't go in there.

Anybody sees me, I'm finished.

Look, throw me some
bucks and I'll split town.

-That's very funny, Albie.

You're asking me for money.

Oh, that's good.

How much do you drop
a week playing cards?

-That is a business expense.

I used to make money with
what I overhear at those games.

-Alright, alright, look.

I promise you, you
get your money,

after you talk to Lieutenant.

-Whoa, whoa, wait a
minute, wait a minute.

I do business with
Joanne, not you.

-Officer Molenski
takes orders from me.

I own you, Mr. Wayne.

-You gotta receipt?

-Look, I know the
card players you

owe and I know where you live.

Now, let's go
through it all again.

-Look I play cards with Sam Woo.

He told me about a
shipment of guns coming

through the Pacific
Star Warehouse.

That's all I know.

LT.

Then you go back to Mr. Woo.

You find out what
the hell is going on,

and you find out
where those guns went.

-Horton can't do this.

Come on that's crazy!

They'll kill me!

Where does he get
off pulling this stuff?

-How long you been
using Albie as a snitch?

-Four, five years.

LT.

Now let's go
through it all again.

-I gave him my word
everything was going to be OK.

That's all I know.

-Hey, wait a minute, look.

Albie's been in tougher
spots than this Joanne.

He knows what to do, believe me.

-I should have know Horton
was going to grandstand this case.

They'll kill me!

-He's nothing but a
brown-nose climber.

-Yeah, well, he is
the boss, isn't he?

LT.

Find out where those guns went.

Oh man, that's crazy!

LT.

Alright, tell me what
happened again.

-There's a Miss Brandt
waiting for you, Sergent.

-Oh, yeah.

I'll be right there.

Thanks very much.

Now look, relax.

Don't let this guy
eat you up, OK?

Oh, and Joanne, if you're
going to go out on a limb for Albie,

don't forget who has the saw.

LT.

At a building where?

Come on, Talk to me!

-Miss Brandt?

Yes.

-I'm Sgt. Hunter.

-Karen Brandt.

-Hi.

-I'm glad you could see me.

-Well, look sit down.

What can I do for you?

-I'd like you to look
into the death of my son.

-So your son's been killed?

-Murdered... 17 years ago.

They said it was an
accident, but he was murdered.

-Well, I don't understand
why come to me?

-Because you
were the officer who

took my son to the hospital.

I had a baby when I was 15.

I was pretty naive
about sex and all that,

but I knew enough
to know he didn't

have any kind of
a future with me.

So, I put him up for adoption.

I wanted him to have
some kind of life, you know.

And then I moved to
Chicago with my mother.

I've been a court
reporter for 10 years.

-Have a seat.

-Anyway, last year, I had a
dream about my son, Phillip.

He came to pick
me up in his Porsche

and take me out for an
ice cream, like a date.

He was 20 and very handsome.

So I called the adoption agency.

I thought maybe I
could arrange to see him.

But all they would tell me is
he died when he was three.

-So how'd you come by these?

-Friends of mine
in the court system

got into the hospital records.

The father claimed
that Phillip died in a fall

down some stairs.

-Uh, huh.

Ruptured spleen.

He could have gotten
that injury on a fall.

Were you able to
contact the parents at all?

-No.

But I do know the
adoptive father's

name... Judge Donald Graber.

You gotta help me here.

My word alone is not
going to do anything.

-You're making
some pretty serious

accusations. here, Miss Brandt.

Do you have the medical
examiner's report?

-There was no autopsy.

-No autopsy?

There should have
been an autopsy here.

-My son was murdered Sergeant.

-Well, do you have
any proof of that?

-I took those hospital
records to my doctor.

He said that Phillip's
injuries could have been

caused by him being
brutally punched.

-Well, that's an opinion.

That's not proof.

-Well, that's all
the proof I need.

-Miss Brandt, are you accusing
a sitting judge of murder based

on the guess of a physician
from illegally obtained documents?

-I'm just his mother.

There's nothing more I can do.

But you can.

You're a police officer.

You can bring
this man to justice.

-Miss Brandt.

-I mean, just
because he's a judge

doesn't mean he's
so high and mighty.

-If there has been a
murder, believe me,

the police will take care of it.

-Then you'll look into it.

-Well, look, I didn't say that.

-I don't have anybody
else that can help me.

Please, you've got to try.

What right do you have to
break our code of silence?

-I did not.

I said nothing.

-To whom did you say nothing?

-Nobody, please.

I can't breathe.

-You are the only one I
told about the shipment

at the Pacific Star Warehouse.

It was a test, Sam.

Now, if you do not wish
to die, tell me who you told.

-A white boy.

I played cards with him.

His name!

-Albie Wayne!

-He's an informer!

-He's a nobody.

-You're right.

You're right.

So are you.

-Put this garbage
where it will be found.

And find Albie Wayne and see
the same thing happens to him.

-Boy, this place is crawling
with great-looking babes today.

Peter, you said that
four times already.

What about Judge Graber?

-Judge Graber's been on
the bench a long time Rick.

He's very well thought of.

And he's one of
the few people you

can say your honor
to with a straight face.

-Yeah, what else
you know about him?

-Well, the DA's office...
Including yours truly...

Think his manner's
beyond reproach.

-Meaning?

He's published the book
on search and seizure.

Every attorney, every superior
court judge subscribes to it.

-I see.

-Rick, do you really
believe Miss Brandt's story?

-I don't know, Peter.

-It was 17 years ago.

-I know it was 17
years ago, but I

just can't forget
about the case.

It's just that, I don't know.

I'm afraid I might
have missed something

that day the boy died, you know.

-Well, wasn't it, wasn't
it ever investigated?

-No.

It went down as
an accidental death.

-What did the autopsy
say was the cause of death?

- Well, there was no autopsy.
- Really?

-Yeah.

Peter, what about
the Graber family?

-Well, he's got a
wife, now deceased.

He's got one daughter.

He's thinking about
running for political office.

OK Hunter.

Who is she?

-Her name is Sheila Webber.

She's in investment banking.

I met her a couple years
ago in Santa Barbara, okay?

-Yeah.

-OK.

Now she's going to come
over here and say hello.

I'll introduce you to her,
but just relax, alright?

-Sheila, good to see you.

-Good to see you, Rick.

-You look terrific.

-Thanks.

-Say hello to a very good
friend of mine, Peter Danson.

Sheila Webber.

-Hard to know Sergeant Hunter
had such attractive friends.

-Well, it's always a pleasure
to meet a friend of Rick's.

-I was just telling Peter what a
good time I had at your wedding

up in Santa Barbara
a couple of years ago.

Peter, good to see you.

Really, take care.

Good to see you.

Take care.

Bye.

-So do you like to sail?

-The hospital records show
the boy had a healed rib fracture.

That combined with the
blunt force trauma death

should have
triggered an autopsy.

-Uh, huh.

But why didn't it?

-Pediatric autopsies
are automatic today.

It was a judgment
call back then.

-Think it would be
worth doing one now?

-You're never
going to get a judge

to order an exhumation
based on what you've got.

Even if you did, 17 years
in the ground is a long time.

-This is Same
Woo, Albie's source.

That burn on his cheek
is a Y Bun Dragon.

-Albie's life is in danger.

-Alright Molenski, take it easy.

LT.

That's OK, let her talk.

Go ahead.

I'm all ears.

-If the warehouse deal was
a set up, to throw us off track,

why kill Sam Woo?

His death proves Albie
was straight with us.

-They used Albie to
smoke out their own leak.

-That's pure speculation.

Albie's been a reliable
source for too long.

We owe him a break.

-We don't owe him anything.

Let me remind you,
Officer Molenski, the snitch

made more than
you did last year.

-Just a second.

Now, that's not the point.

The point is how
far is this department

going to go to back up
one of its police officers?

Now, leutenant, we owe
her the benefit of the doubt.

-I will not condone
duplicity and deception.

-Alright, hey, let's not get
out of control here, Lieutenant.

Now, what do you need Molenski?

-We have to put Albie
in a safe house now.

-I don't want to set
a new precedent

for every time a
snitch has a problem.

Policy is not your
area Lieutenant.

Molenski, I will look
into the safe house thing.

Meeting adjourned.

So what do you think?

-I think it's time for lunch.

- I - handpicked
this place myself.

This is it.

Very uptown.

-Uptown, huh?

Yeah.

It's nicer than my apartment.

-I know.

-Yeah.

Tell Lieutenant
Horton I said thanks.

Thanks a million.

-I will.

-Listen, you want
to come in and watch

a little cable or something?

-Do me a favor.

Stay out of sight.

-Yeah.

-See ya.

-OK.

Thanks.

-Tun Duk?

Tun Duk?

-Who are you?

-I'm Sergeant Hunter, LAPD.

-I'm Tun Duk.

What can I do for you?

-Well, you seem
to be a man that has

his finger on the pulse
of this community.

Maybe you can help me out?

-Always glad to help the police.

-Good.

You know, there's a rumor
that, uh, a gang of Koreans

are smuggling guns
into Los Angeles

and selling them to
the gangs in East LA.

-I hope the rumors are false.

-Yeah, my theory is the Y
Bun wants the gangs to kill

themselves off so they
can move into their territory.

What do you think about that?

-You're way ahead
of me Sergeant.

I know nothing of gangs or guns.

-Excuse me.

Well, I just thought
maybe your, uh, friend,

Sam Woo might
have told you about it.

-Sam Who?

-No, no not Sam Who, Sam Woo.

He's dead, you know.

-Oh, how awful.

Any idea who did it?

-The people smuggling
guns into Los Angeles.

-That's all very disturbing.

I wish I could help.

-Well, maybe if you
think of something,

you might be kind enough to
give me a call at that number

right there.

-I certainly will Sergeant.

-Mr. Duk, it's a pleasure.

-That's Tun Duk.

-Tun Duk, sorry thanks.

Oh, uh, you wouldn't have
a ring with a big dragon

on it would ya?

-Certainly not, much
too gaudy for me.

-Yeah, right thanks.

What I need is a 24-hour
3-car tag on the lead players.

-OK, OK.

It's going to be a push.

-I know it's a push.

Everything's a push in life.

OK, there's one.

-I'll figure something out.

-Y Bun, Y Bang, OK.

That's it.

That's the one you need.

Thanks, Bruce.

-Sergeant Hunter.

I know it's late,
but I had to know

if you've come up with anything?

-Well, yeah, Miss Brandt.

Please have a seat.

I've just been swamped.

Please, sit down.

I'm, uh, up to my
eyeballs in work here.

Let's see now,
where is your file?

Ah, here it is.

OK, uh, look, uh,
it is conceivable

that Phillip's injuries were
brought on by a deliberate act,

but with the weight
of the evidence

and Judge Graber's
records and all...

-Child abusers don't
normally advertise themselves.

-Now, listen.

I do understand
that, but what I'm

trying to tell you is
that there's nothing

in the paperwork that
indicates any suspicion.

-I know he was murdered.

-Miss Brandt, look.

-I sent my son
away to be murdered.

I have to live with that
for the rest of my life.

-But what you're asking
me to do takes manpower.

I mean, I'm only one guy.

I can't do it.

-I don't have anyone
else to turn to.

You were the last person
to hold my son alive.

If you won't help me,
you can go to hell.

-How come I don't
see no merchandise?

-Metro cops got
everybody covered.

Duk sent us to get the cash.

We'll tell you where
to find the guns.

-I ain't buying no
treasure map for $50,000.

-You want to get busted?

-You want to get bit?

-I hear that Soto Veterano
has got a new stash of MAC-10s.

You think you can take
them with that Peashooter?

-Go to Casa Vieja
restaurant on Beverly.

Tell Mr. Wan you're
there to pick up the tiles.

Cops, Galvez. Stay here.

They'll follow us.

You want to pick up
some heavy cash?

Find us a rata
named Albie Wayne.

-You're going to pay
through the narices.

I'm afraid I remember

Phillip Graber mostly
because he died.

And of course, because
he was Judge Graber's son.

-I see.

Now, do you remember
Phillip being a happy kid?

-Yes.

As far as I remember.

But it was so long ago.

-He had an older
sister, didn't he?

-Alisa, but she was
here for several years.

-What can you tell me about her?

-Alisa was a very bright child.

One of those
most-likely-to-succeed types.

I lost track of her when
she went off to prep school.

-Was she a healthy kid?

-Yes.

As far as I remember.

-You don't remember
any signs of abuse at all?

-Well, there were trips to
the school nurse for scrapes

and bruises, but that's
not necessarily out

of the ordinary.

-So she could have
acquired those scrapes

and bruises on a
playground somewhere?

-Yes, of course.

-I see.

Now, how about her attendance?

-Sergeant, that
was 17 years ago.

-You wouldn't by any chance
be able to get those records

for me, would ya, and
send them over to my office,

so I might have a look at them?

-Of course, I'll
send you copies.

-Thank you.

-Sergeant, are you trying to
say that Alisa and Phillip were

victims of some
kind of child abuse?

-That's what we're trying
to find out Miss Hanson.

-Sergeant, you know,
20 years ago the system

placed the accuser
at much greater risk.

One couldn't afford
to bring charges

without evidence
for fear of being sued.

-Miss Hanson, if you
were teaching school today,

and a child, any child,
showed signs of physical abuse,

you'd notify the
authorities, wouldn't you?

-Of course I would.

-You've got a good one there,
and you've got one more to go.

See you later.

Judge Graber.

-Yes.

-I know what you did.

-Well, I don't know what
you're talking about?

-You killed him, didn't you?

-Young lady, who are you?

-Karen Brandt.

I'm Phillip's real mother.

-Well, I don't know
who you are, and I'm not

going to tolerate accusations
like that from a stranger.

You're not going
to get away with it.

I'm going to do
everything I can to make

you pay for what you did!

-Bailiff!

And I'm not going to stop until

everyone knows
you murdered my son!

-Take you're hands off me!

Are you threatening me?

If you call the truth
a threat, yes I am!

-Bailiff, this is ridiculous
take this woman

and place her in custody.

-You can't set me
up like you did Phillip!

Hunter!

Hold on a second.

Devane just told
me they're not going

to put Albie in a safe house.

-Why don't you guys
hide him out yourself then?

-I put him in a hotel last
night with my own money.

I can't exactly do that forever.

-Well, maybe if
they catch Tun Duk,

then Tun Roh will take
the heat off of Albie.

-Come on, if it
wasn't for Horton,

Albie wouldn't
even be in this jam.

-Wait a minute.

Forget about Horton.

You're a police officer.

You want to make this
thing work with Albie,

you've got to take care
of it yourself, understand?

Now, look, I gotta get across
town, yet, one more time today.

I'll see you later.

Good luck.

Alisa Graber?

-That's me.

I'm Sergeant Hunter, Los
Angeles Police Department.

I was wondering if I might
have a word with you?

-I'm on my way to work.

What's it about?

It won't take very long.

Can I come in?

Thank you.

I'd like to talk to you
about your brother, Alisa.

- I - don't have a brother.

-You didn't have a
brother named Phillip?

-He died when I was 12.

-He fell down the stairs, right?

-Yeah.

What's this about?

-Did you see it happen?

-No.

I was at school
the day Phillip died.

Look, I'm going
to be late for work.

-I'm sorry, just a
couple more questions.

-I don't like these
questions Sergeant.

-Alisa, it'll just
take a moment.

Thank you.

Now, are you close
with your father?

-Sure, we see each
other every so often.

He's pretty busy.

He's a judge, you know.

What's that got to
do with anything?

-Now, you sure you
weren't in the house the day

your brother died?

-I told you.

I was at school.

Look Sergeant, he
was my little brother.

It'd be pretty hard
to forget how he died.

DISPATCHER: R20 Charles.

-R20 Charles go.

Sergeant, there's
a message for you

from Judge Graber's
bailiff in superior court.

Karen Brandt is in
lock up for contempt.

You were her first phone call.

-Tell her I got the message.

I'm on my way to the
courthouse right now.

Sure thing, Sergeant.

-That's the one you don't want
to pay any attention to at all.

But these pages
should be yellow.

I used those in law school.

You want to use this one, OK?

-Judge Graber?

Excuse me.

I'm Sergeant Hunter,
LAPD Metro Division.

Would it be OK to have
a minute of your time?

-Uh, one second sir.

Are you all set Tony, OK?

Alright.

Good luck.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm just trying to help the
boy with law school today.

-I understand.

-What can I do for ya?

-Well, I'd like to talk
about Karen Brandt.

I'd like to have her released.

-That woman is a wacko.

-Well, after all, she did come
in with certain allegations.

-Karen Brandt,
Sergeant, has brought me

a great deal of pain.

Phillip's death was a
tremendous tragedy,

and I believe that it
ultimately killed my wife.

There's no reason to
reopen questions that

should remain
buried with my son.

-Well, with all due
respect your honor,

she is the boy's real mother.

-Sergeant, I understand
Karen Brandt's situation.

She's a very misguided
and confused woman.

-I talked to your daughter.

-Why would you talk to her?

-Look your honor,
excuse me for barging in.

If you'd just
release Miss Brandt,

I promise you'll never
see either one of us again.

-Alright.

Fine.

That's a promise I
expect you to keep.

-Yes sir.

-Alright.

-Well, now you know what
it's like to upset a judge.

-I guess it proves to you I'm
just a crazy woman after all.

-Nope, it just shows
me you're committed.

Come on.

-What now?

-Miss Brandt, I've
been thinking about this.

I think it's time to look into
this case a little bit deeper.

Come on.

This is my
investigation, Charlie.

I'm the one that should
be questioning Galvez!

-Look Hunter, slow down.

Galvez was picked
up on a metro sweep.

As a senior
officer, Horton's got

every right to interrogate him.

-Horton's a jerk.

-Yeah, but he's our jerk,
and until he steps out of line

or violates some regulations,
we're stuck with him.

-He's stepping on my case.

We may not even be
able to hold Galvez.

He's not one of the shooters.

-I know but their homeboys
are using Korean ammo.

-I want to make
you a deal, Galvez.

-I don't make no
deals with cops.

-You'll like this one.

I got a way to get
you out of here.

-Molenski, what are
you doing out here?

-Horton wants to
interrogate Galvez alone.

He won't let me in.

-I'll talk to him.

-Lieutenant.

-He's all yours Sergeant Hunter.

Have Molenski take him back
to lock up when you're finished.

-Hey, Lieutenant, I want
to talk to you a second.

LT.

Yes sir.

-You ever hear of Albie Wayne?

Yeah, I know Albie Wayne.

-What do you know about him?

-Some dudes are ready to
pay a lot of money to find him.

Who?

The Koreans?

-Yeah they want Albie real bad.

-The same ones that
took out Sam Woo?

-How should I know?

But from what I hear,
Albie's as good as dead.

-That Lieutenant's got
no respect for women.

I want to know about
the Korean gun runners.

-Guns?

I don't know nothing about guns.

-Look, stupid.

You're sitting on
murder one, start talking!

Hunter.

The vito locos made us.

We still got zip to connect
the Y Bun to the action.

Just when you think you
know these guys backwards

and forwards, they
move sideways.

Look, all you can do is
keep the pressure on them

Bruce.

Sure thing sir.

-Good work, thanks.

Sergeant Hunter?

-Yes sir.

-From Inga, the
retired schoolteacher.

Said you were expecting this.

-Oh yeah, thank you very much.

Karen?

Yeah.

This is Sergeant Hunter.

Listen, I'm on my way
over to your house now.

Why don't you meet
me outside, OK?

Yeah, I'll meet you out
there in about 15 minutes.

Thanks.

-Galvez.

-What do you want
to talk to me about?

-Hey, you're sitting
on murder one, kid.

-Now, like I told you
before we were interrupted,

I can get you out of here.

-Officer Molenski.

-Lieutenant, I've
been looking for you.

LT.

You know, I have been thinking

about this Albie Wayne case.

-Yes, so have I.

-Yeah, well, I read your
case, and the evidence is there.

And I'd like to put him
under 24-hour protection.

I know I was a little
overzealous in this case,

and I apologize if I
was disrespectful.

So do you know where
Albie is right now?

-Yeah, I've got him
stashed in a hotel.

-Well, come on.

We'll get some extra
manpower on him

and we'll watch him right there.

I already told you
everything I know.

-This will take just
a second honey.

-What do you want to talk about?

-You weren't at school
the day Phillip died.

You were home, weren't you?

-That's ridiculous.

-You were home Alisa.

I've got the school
records to prove that.

-Well, it must have
been a different day.

You know, they made a
lot of mistakes at that school.

-Alisa, the fact is you
missed an awful lot of school,

didn't ya?

-I don't remember.

Why are you staring at me?

-Alisa, I need to know
the truth about my son.

What really happened to Phillip?

-I told you.

He fell.

-Your father pushed
him, didn't he?

-No.

You saw what
happened, didn't you?

Alisa!

-Please, leave me alone.

-This isn't just about Phillip.

It's about you too, isn't it?

-Alisa, You and
I both have lived

with something
bad for a long time.

I know this is hard, but we
are so close to the truth now.

Please, you must know
you'll feel better if you tell me.

-I saw him at the
bottom of the stairs.

He wouldn't stop crying.

Daddy ran down the stairs.

He was beating
Philly with his fists.

He dropped him
like a broken doll.

Then he said he'd kill
me if I ever said anything.

I never told anybody.

Philly looked like you.

-Who is it?

Molenski.

-Molenski.

-Well, fancy finding you here.

These are your guys.

-Nice.

So I see.

-Hey take good care of him guys.

-Hey, I owe you one.

-And don't you forget it.

See ya later.

Hunter.

Something's up.

The Koreans had a
meeting with Galvez.

We don't know what went
down, but they're on the move.

-What do you mean,
Galvez is in lock up.

-Not anymore.

He got kicked loose
a couple hours ago.

Thanks Bruce.

R21 Charles this is R20 Charles.

-R21 Charles.

What's up Hunter?

-Molenski, where's Albie?

-Horton put him under
protection at his hotel.

I left him about
half an hour ago.

-I want you to get
back over there.

It's a set up.

I'm on my way.

-Roger.

-Alright boys.

We've got some action here.

-Thanks Lieutenant.

Ambush team's ready.

-Rats are coming for the cheese.

-What?

-It's okay pal.

Go hide out in the kitchen.

-How'd they know I was here?

-You guys set me up?

-Albie!

Over here!

Albie!

Look out!

-Albie?

Albie?

That son of a bitch.

Let's call 411 for advice.

-Horton!

You lied to me.

You set him up.

You got him killed.

You used him as bate!

-You are way out
of line, Molenski.

Shut her up, Hunter.

-I'm not out of line,
you're out of line!

-Come on, come on.

-Lieutenant, I have a problem
with the way you handled

this case and my police officer.

-You know something Hunter.

I don't give a damn about
your opinion and all of this

goes in my report.

Now, step aside.

-Hey, wait a minute.

Don't ever do that.

-Lieutenant.

You put a civilian's
life in jeopardy.

-I shouldn't have to remind
you that police officers died

by the guns that I confiscated.

-No, you needn't remind
me, you pompous jackass.

And let me tell you something!

Cops are paid
to risk their lives.

Albie Wayne was not.

-I stand by my report.

-I've read your report.

They'll be plenty of reports
on this case, Lieutenant.

We'll see which one flies.

Now, get the hell out of here.

-The way things
work around here,

he's probably going
to be chief someday.

-Just calm down.

The system has a way of
cleaning it's own laundry.

It will work with this guy.

-Sergeant Hunter.

-Your honor.

-I thought we had a deal.

-Judge Graber, I have
a warrant for your arrest.

-What's the charge?

-The charge is murder.

-Get the hell out of my court.

-Alisa.