Police Woman (1974–1978): Season 3, Episode 10 - The Death of a Dream - full transcript
(tires screeching)
- Why didn't you
stay in the office
like you were supposed to?
- I was in the office.
I did all of my work.
- Then go home,
nobody needs you.
- How long are you
going to hold us here?
- As long as it takes, Jojo-san.
- This is Sergeant Crowley.
I'd like to talk to
you for a minute.
- I'm Sergeant Anderson, I need
a spike mic and some phones.
- Yes, sir.
- I have three hostages
and 12 sticks of dynamite.
- You see, I really don't
have the authority...
- And if you don't
believe I'm serious,
you just hang up and hang on.
(booming)
(thrilling music)
(dramatic music)
- Heavy.
Everything but a brass band.
- We thought about
ordering one for ya, Hawkins,
we just didn't know
what tune to play for ya.
- Could've tried California
Here He Comes in C minor.
Hey, you really
need all these troops?
And on a Sunday, man?
Or is that just to
make sure I look guilty
before the trial's even started.
- We'd just hate to have you
run off and hide on us again
for another six or seven years.
(laughing)
- Really had you going
around in circles, didn't I?
- [Dispatch] 12-Y-90 to 12-Y-50
and all units on Tac One,
roger your position report.
12-Y-52, 50 requests
you switch to Tac One
and intercept at checkpoint two.
ETA, 20 past the hour.
- [52] Roger, 90.
50, are we going for
the alternate to point two?
- [50] Negative, 52.
Stick with Plan A unless
Sunday traffic backs up.
- Pepper, what are you doing
here so early on a Sunday?
- Too many dirty
dishes in the sink.
Dear Bill didn't want
me in on this one
so he stuck me in here doing
research on Gabe Hawkins.
- So here you are listening.
- Where else can you
get a better cup of coffee?
- Afraid Bill might
get bushwhacked?
- Bill thinks to some
people Gabe Hawkins
is still big stuff.
- I think those disciples of
his are knee-deep in crabgrass
and PTA elections.
- Oh you do?
You wanna read
through what I found?
- You all really think I
still got friends out there?
- What do I know,
I'm just a cop.
- You'd like that
though, wouldn't you?
Then you can shoot 'em
up and be done with 'em.
- Let me tell you
something, Hawkins,
you know you're really
not that important anymore.
Except maybe to a few misfits
out there looking for a guru.
- You'd love for something
to happen though
wouldn't you, baby?
'Cause I'm gonna
beat this trial,
if I get to the courtroom alive.
- You know what I'd
really love, Hawkins?
If you could close your
mouth for about five minutes.
(ominous tones)
- Come in, Gill.
See anything yet?
- No, not yet.
I'll let you know.
Here they come!
(thrilling music)
- [Woman] Go.
(tires screeching)
- [Dispatch] All units,
12-Y-50 requests assistance.
Shots fired at checkpoint two.
- Some PTA meeting.
(screeching)
- Gabe.
Gabe, Gabe!
Gabe!
(rapid gunfire)
- Come on, let's go.
(gunfire)
(gunshot)
- [Woman] Gill, come on.
Get in the truck.
Let's get out of here.
(screeching)
(thrilling music)
- [Dispatch] All units,
12-Y-50 requests assistance
in the pursuit of
three armed suspects
in a blue '64 Ford van.
North head on
Rampart and Riverview.
Apprehend and notify
12-Y-50 on Tac One.
And a code three.
(thrilling music)
(sirens blaring)
(screeching)
(crashing)
(grunting)
- Get rid of those cops.
(gunfire)
(screaming)
- Where the hell's our backup?
(gunfire)
- [Woman] Come on, partner.
Come on, get out of here.
Come on.
- No!
- Come on.
- Let go of me!
Let go of me!
- Move it, Gill.
Move it, you gotta make it.
Come on.
Come on.
- How long are we gonna be here?
- Till we get wings.
- Oh, you mean die?
I can't go back there.
- Until I get transportation.
- They shot at me.
(gunfire)
- Get back.
Get in there.
Get the door open!
- [Gabe] Don't leave me here.
- [Woman] Come on, Gill, get up.
Get in there.
Move.
- What the hell are you...
- Get the window.
Avery.
(glass shattering)
- Pete, get out of there.
Pete.
- Go ahead, I'll cover you.
Go ahead.
(gunfire)
- Joe, let's go.
- Coming back.
(gunfire)
- Let's make it to that trailer.
- Open the door.
Avery.
Get in there.
Move.
Move.
- That's a closet.
- Get in there!
- There's no air in there.
- Then be a gentlemen
and don't breathe.
- How long are you
going to hold us here?
- As long as it takes, Jojo-san.
And while you're in there,
you can give him a massage.
That's what you do, isn't it?
- I am a legal secretary.
- To lover-boy?
I'll bet.
(sirens blaring)
(shouting)
- Joe, can I have a radio?
- Here.
- 12-Y-50 requesting clear
frequency for a tactical alert.
- [Dispatch] 12-Y-50, roger.
All units on Tac One, this
frequency is on a standby
for a tactical alert.
12-Y-50, go ahead
with your broadcast.
- 12-Y-50, we have three
suspects barricaded in a motel.
Suspects armed with
automatic weapons.
Shots have been fired.
Suspects are
barricaded in the motel
on the southwest
corner of Liam and Olive.
We've established a command post
in the construction site
trailer on the northeast corner
of Liam and Olive.
Request backup SWAT unit
with gas and five patrol units.
Code three.
- [Dispatch] 12-Y-50, roger.
- Joe, check the binocular case.
See if there's any
glass over there.
(dramatic music)
Oh, we can't fire,
she's got hostages.
- Where's Sergeant Crowley?
- Huh?
- Sergeant Crow...
- He's in there, but he's busy.
- Oh.
- Hey.
- A man invests his life
savings in a business.
Now, the first year
everything was fine.
Even my wife said,
"Benny, Benny,
"I think maybe we hit pay dirt
"or Gold, oil, or something."
Then what turns out to be
a beautiful Sunday morning,
everything's going...
- [Pepper] Good morning.
- Pepper, what the
hell are you doing here?
- I finished my research.
- Who's she?
- She's a cop.
- She could've fooled me.
- What you got?
- I don't know, Hawkins
seems to think one
of them's Hallie Vericker.
- Vericker?
- Yeah.
- I thought she
died two years ago
when that bomb factory
blew up in the valley.
- Yeah, that's exactly
what she wanted us to think.
- I don't suppose Hawkins
has anything to do with this?
- I doubt it.
I think he smartened up
enough to invest his money
in a good lawyer instead.
- Mm-hmm.
- They got all approaches
covered rigged with explosives.
They've even got a
couple of hostages up there.
- Got 'em identified yet?
- No, not yet.
The manager, Mr. Grisby,
said that the man
seems to be some
important wheel, he thinks.
At least he's too important
to let him get blown up
in a dump like this.
- Hey, this might be a
dump to you, but this...
- [Pepper] How important?
- I don't know, but
I've seen his picture
in newspapers and on television.
Listen, what you
call a dump here...
Okay, it's a dump, but I own it.
It feeds my family.
- [Pete] Sergeant Akers
wants to rap with you right away.
- Yeah, why don't you sit
down, Mr. Grisby, okay?
- Yeah, he said right away.
- [Bill] Yeah, okay.
- Hm.
- Have a look.
- Thank you.
(gunfire)
- Gill?
- Some cop tried
to make the stairs.
I scared him away.
- Good.
Try not to hit anybody.
I want 'em to negotiate.
Go show yourself at that window.
- Hallie.
If we get in worse then
all we have to negotiate
with is one chick.
- Get over there.
Why doesn't that
damn phone ring?
- I don't know, but...
Hey.
Hey, there's a whole bunch
of SWAT guys down there now.
- Avery, sweetie, they're
not gonna swat anybody.
We've got hostages.
Hostages, understand?
- Yeah.
- No, there's no way
you can get close enough
to bust in there without a
lot of people getting shot.
- Sure there is.
We just hit 'em
with some tear gas.
- No, then they'd have time
to kill everybody they got
in there and blow up the place.
No disrespect, Al,
but that's not some nut
with a gun on his girlfriend.
Those are maniacs with hostages.
- You know who they are?
- It doesn't make any
difference who they are.
The procedure's the same.
No, no tear gas, not yet.
- All right, but you
tell me what to do.
- I got it.
- What?
- You get on the
bullhorn and distract 'em
and I'll get in there.
- No way, I'm not
sending anybody
in there with those maniacs.
- Well, let me try it at least.
I can plant a spike
mic next door.
At least we can hear
what's going on, okay?
- Over my dead body, kid.
- Somebody's gotta go in.
You send a guy, they're
gonna know it's a cop.
Send me, they won't...
- Dammit, I said no, Pep.
- I can get through.
- Why didn't you
stay in the office
like you were supposed to?
- I was in the office.
I did all of my work.
- Then go home,
nobody needs you, okay?
- He's right,
Anderson, he's right.
You go up there and they'll...
- I'll go into one
of my routines.
I'll think of something.
- Pepper, will you
cool it, please?
That's enough.
- I've been on reports before,
now I may be due again.
- Will you shut up?
- What?
- Shut up, will you?
- Excuse me, I'm
Sergeant Anderson,
I need a spike mic
and some phones.
- Yes, sir, I mean ma'am.
(dramatic music)
- I asked you a question.
- What?
- Are you lover-boy's secretary?
- Yes.
- What's he into?
Waterbeds?
- [Lawyer] I'm a lawyer.
- Ah, first kill the lawyers.
Shakespeare, remember?
- No, I don't recall that one.
- Hey, Hallie, can we get
this thing over with fast?
I'm hurting really bad.
- They've got Gabe Hawkins.
If he goes to trial,
they'll bury him for life.
I'm not leaving this
country without him.
- This country?
What about me?
I don't wanna go to
anymore countries
where I can't even
drink the water.
- Gill...
(thrilling music)
- Hallie.
Hallie Vericker, this
is Sergeant Crowley.
I'd like to talk to
you for a minute.
Hallie, what do you say?
Let me come up and talk to
you for a minute, Hallie, huh?
Let me explain
something, Hallie.
I tell you, you gotta
get out of there.
We gotta establish some
kind of communication.
I got a phone number over
here, why don't you call me?
555-3498.
555-3498.
Call the number, Hallie.
Give me a call, will you?
Hallie, I'm willing to
come up unarmed.
Okay?
Hallie, can you hear
me, what do you say?
What do you say, Hallie, huh?
(coughing)
(ominous music)
Hold your fire.
(dramatic music)
- He's sweating.
Well, I want him to
sweat a little more.
I want him to feel the pressure.
- Are you out of your mind?
He wants to negotiate.
Isn't that what you want?
(dramatic music)
- [Pete] Go, Pep.
- She's got a lot of
nerve, I'll give her that.
- What's that?
- What's what?
(heroic music)
(grunting)
- Gill, what's the
matter with you?
- I told you, it hurts.
- Did you see
anything out there?
- No.
- Gah.
(coughing)
Get back to the window.
(coughing)
(static blaring)
- They don't talk much.
- Hallie.
That it, just, just Hallie?
- Just Hallie.
- Um.
Listen.
I've got a pretty
good way with words.
- Yeah?
- How'd you like me
to carry the ball for you?
Negotiate.
Try to make some kind of a deal.
- There's nothing to negotiate.
I want Gabe Hawkins.
Then I'm safe
to get out of here.
Let 'em sweat.
- Well, looks like we're gonna
be here a long time, then.
- No we're not.
I'm gonna set a deadline.
Four o'clock, that's
45 minutes from now.
- And then what?
- Then I guess I'm gonna
have to give them proof
that I'm not playing games.
- What kind of proof
do you have in mind?
- Why don't you ask
what's really on your mind?
Which one of you goes first?
- [Secretary] Oh dear god.
- No, don't worry, Millie,
everything's gonna be all right.
- Yeah, take a
letter from your boss.
Everything's gonna
be all right, Millie.
(heavy sigh)
Avery, call the man and
tell him after four o'clock,
he's gonna need a bulldozer
to find these civilians.
- And now it's getting
heavy up there.
- Hey, I thought you were
getting me some coffee.
- Well if I did you'd
only spill it on yourself
and then holler
police brutality.
- You think I could
talk to her, don't you?
- You wanna talk to her?
- Try and influence
Hallie Vericker to give up?
If she ever did that, she'd
have nothing left to live for.
- What about her
family, friends?
- Family?
The lady's got more
love for any stray dog than
for her own mother, or
any other human being.
Hallie's got nobody,
nothing but her crazy ideas
about revolution.
(giggling)
About me.
- Then maybe
she'll listen to you.
- If I bail you out,
what's in it for me?
(heavy exhale)
- You got another great idea?
- Listen, are you sure
you don't want me
to go down there and try
to reason with those guys?
I think I can get you a
deal you can live with.
- Only you just might
forget to come back.
And when my deadline came
around, who would I have left
to shoot your little bimbo here?
- I am not a bimbo.
(chuckling)
- No, you're a Shinto saint,
come to pay your respects
to Buddha here.
Okay, now it's my
turn for a great idea.
Why don't I send
her across the street
and then they'd know
that I'd have nobody left
to shoot but you.
- [Lawyer] You won't
have to shoot anybody.
They'll probably give
you what you want.
They can't afford not to.
- [Hallie] Well, then
what are you getting
so desperate about then?
Huh?
- Because later,
when we all come out,
there's gonna be nothing
but wall-to-wall reporters,
photographers, and TV.
- Oh, so that's it.
You don't care
who gets shot here,
you just care about
your public image, right?
(giggling)
- Date shake, hm.
That chick across the street,
she'd talk to you, wouldn't she?
- I don't know.
And you know what, I have
no intention of finding out.
- I mean, you wouldn't
say anything to prevent her
from knocking off two hostages?
It makes you look
kinda silly, doesn't it?
- Baby, I am not involved.
The fact is, I'm in your corner.
The last place in the
world I wanna spend
the rest of my days is
in some flyblown little
revolutionary capital
with 18th century plumbing
and 15th century police methods.
Man, I've been there.
I'll take my chances in the
good ole US courtroom any day.
As long as I can
afford the best lawyer.
- You wanna help
us out or don't you?
- Go ahead, sarge,
I'm a good listener.
- How do we get through to her?
- Kill her.
The rest of 'em would
give up in a minute.
- Is that the best you can do?
- Man, if she pulled
off that rescue,
I'd be more scared
than those hostages.
The lady is idealistic,
brilliant, dedicated.
But if you ever dare
disagree with her on anything,
she'll squash you like a bug.
Hallie Vericker
is not just planting
a whole lot of neat
little packages of TNT,
she's been a ticking bomb
for as long as I've known her.
And the day she goes off,
and it sounds like
she's ready to blow,
I sure wouldn't want to be
in the same room with her.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, Hallie, this
is Sergeant Crowley.
Have you had
time to think it over?
How do we get this
thing organized?
- I want Gabe Hawkins
and a plane with enough fuel
to get me to a free country.
You've got 23 minutes left.
- Hallie, wait...
(coughing)
- I'm thristy.
- Shut up.
What is it?
- I thought I heard some
noise inside the wall.
- Yeah?
Go check it out.
(dramatic music)
- Who are you?
What are you doing here?
- And what are you
doing down there?
- Me?
I'm looking for my contact lens.
- Get up, slut.
- Watch your mouth, sir.
What are you...
Oh, you want money, all
right, I got $12, I got a watch...
- Look, I don't want
your junk or your money.
Now let's go.
- What are you...
- Let's go!
(phone ringing)
- Now she won't
answer the phone.
Your friend wants a
plane to a free country
by four o'clock with you on it.
- Or else, boom, she
blows up the world, huh?
- I wanted to tell her
that you're not interested,
but she hung up on me.
What about it?
Do you think you might
be able to talk the lady?
- I talk to her and the TV boys
are gonna call it an accomplice.
And that jury's
just gonna fall all
over themselves to bury me.
No way, friend.
Not unless you drop all charges.
- You know that there's
nothing I can do about that.
- You want her out of your
hair, you send in the Marines.
Don't ask me to
save your jobs for you.
- Let's go.
Listen, if you don't
have a deal by 3:55,
I'm gonna have to go on this.
I'm gonna have to.
- Al, I want that girl
out of there alive.
Now, Vericker knows the name
of every underground leader
in this country.
Every walking time-bomb.
Besides, one of
my people's up there
and I don't want
anything to happen to her.
Is that clear?
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
- Good, but I'm still
gonna have to prepare
for a possibility.
- You do that, Al.
- I said, what's this all about?
- How come they
didn't get you out of here
when all of the
shooting was going on?
- [Pepper] Well...
What shooting?
- You gotta be kidding.
- I was in the shower.
- Before or after?
- Before or after what?
- You and your
dude did your thing.
- I was in there alone until
this person came in with that.
- I'll bet.
- Whoever you are, I
am from San Diego.
I'm driving to San
Francisco to see my folks.
I stopped in this motel.
- This motel?
Hot Sack Heaven?
Avery, did you see any bags?
Luggage in her room?
- Not even a toothbrush.
- No clothes?
Where do mommy and
daddy live, in a nudist camp?
Go check it out.
- All right, there's no luggage.
I was in there for awhile.
The man left.
I took a shower.
- And all you heard
was the water?
- [Pepper] I sing in the shower.
- What's your name?
- Carol Lee, what's yours?
- Carol Lee.
Well, you've gotta
be married, right?
Otherwise you wouldn't be here
with any gentleman
caller, right?
- I'm divorced.
- Divorced.
With a jealous ex-husband.
- Sunday is his
day with the kids.
It's mine to do whatever I want
and it's none of
your damn business.
- Curious, just curious.
You divorced too, lover-boy?
Huh?
Well is he?
- No.
- I've got 19 minutes left.
- Then you're
gonna blow us all up.
- If they rush us,
we're all dead anyway.
At least we'll go out in style.
- Not if we surrender.
- Oh, Gill, knock it off.
(coughing)
- Hey, how did you
get hurt like that?
Doesn't anybody
know any first aid?
Somebody should
call him a doc...
- Hey.
Did somebody forget to tell
you you're a hostage here?
Now sit down and shut up.
- I'm gonna call him a doctor.
- [Avery] Sit down and shut up!
- Hey, man, how about
a hamburger, anything?
- The officer who drove our
car, he died a few minutes ago.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, I know you're sorry.
- I guess this
doesn't look too good
for my disciples, does it?
- It doesn't look too
good for you either, Gabe.
- Hey, you think that jury's
gonna hold that against me?
- They're just human beings.
Somebody's been killed, they
wanna see somebody punished.
It's called balancing the books.
- Now you listen to me.
I don't accept this
as my problem.
I didn't ask these two-bit
toy soldiers to bust me out.
- You figure a jury
will believe that?
- Look, if that stupid DA
hadn't decided to prosecute me,
none of us would
be here right now.
- Well, the fact is we
are here, Hawkins.
And those toy soldiers of yours
will either blow themselves
up with their hostages,
or they'll come in
peacefully if you tell them too.
- Not me, baby.
You aren't gonna
hold this against me.
Not Hallie Vericker.
- She seems pretty stuck on you.
- Sure, she's crazy about me.
But five minutes alone with her
and we're both ready to kill.
I am sorry for the
hostages, I truly am,
but not as sorry as I
am for numero uno.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, this is
Sergeant Crowley.
Who's this, Hallie?
- I have three hostages
and 12 sticks of dynamite.
In 13 minutes
they go up together
unless we're on our way to
the airport with Gabe Hawkins.
- Hey, come on, Hallie.
Listen, give us
a break, will you?
These things take time.
You see, I really don't
have the authority to...
- You get it, fast.
And if you don't
believe I'm serious,
you just hang up and hang on.
(booming)
- What do you call that
firecracker, a negotiating position?
I've still got go at 3:55.
And look, I am getting pressure.
One of my men found
an E license plate out
in the parking lot.
We checked it out.
It belongs to a city
councilman named McCann.
Now the brass wants
action before those people
up there find out
who it is they've got.
- Sergeant Crowley,
yes, captain?
- All right, Crowley,
I want it straight.
What's it like over there?
- Well, right now
it's pretty hairy, sir.
- Well then, why
isn't Akers moving in?
- Well, I thought it
might be worthwhile
if we waited a little longer.
If I can negotiate...
- Look, waiting
isn't the answer.
- Anderson's in there, sir.
- What?
- That's right.
See, Pepper duped
her way into the motel,
something went wrong,
and now they got her hostage
with the other two.
- All right, Crowley,
I'll leave it up to you.
But if it gets any more hairy,
I want you to tell Akers to go.
There are other lives
involved, you know that.
- Yes, sir, I know that.
- One of you.
- What?
- I gotta make a trip.
The bathroom.
- Uh, Gill, stay with him, huh?
(sighing)
- I still say the boy
needs a doctor.
- Ah, he's all right.
Gill, I told you
to stay with him.
Get in there.
- Give me those.
- Craig McCann, city councilman.
Now, isn't this a piece of luck?
You go across the street
and you tell 'em who we've got.
- Why don't you call?
Make a deal.
- Afraid the TV cameras are
gonna have a field day, huh?
But this time the cameras
are gonna be working for me.
You tell 'em I've just decided
that I'm not gonna blow
everybody up at four o'clock.
I'm gonna execute one of
the hostages right out there
on that balcony in plain
view of the cameras.
(thrilling music)
- All right.
Which one?
- Guess.
(dramatic tones)
(thrilling music)
- Let's go meet her.
(panting)
Just take your
time, get your breath.
- That loco, she says
she's gonna kill one of them.
- I know, we've
been listening in.
- She's crazy.
She's capable of anything.
(dramatic tones)
(sighing)
- What?
- No, there's no way you
couldn't have heard those shots.
- I told you, I was
in the shower.
- [Hallie] Even
with a shower cap,
your hair would've been
damp around the edges.
- That was a half an hour ago.
- Avery, go check
that room inch by inch.
- [Pepper] I told you,
I was in the shower.
(dramatic tones)
- Look at this.
- What is it?
- It's a microphone.
You...
- A pig spy.
The lowest, vilest, most
obnoxious form of animal life.
Oh, this is gonna
be a real pleasure.
- You don't get the point.
We don't want you killed.
- Get out on that balcony!
- Just remember, out there
they might think time's up.
Theirs and yours.
- Get out there!
- What do you got in mind, Bill?
- I'm just gonna
do a little scouting.
If I get stuck, it's
your show, Al, okay?
(tense tones)
- Know why I wanted
to come over here?
I wanted to be sure
you understood.
Gabe Hawkins doesn't
wanna be sprung.
He doesn't want any part of you.
Two-bit toy soldiers,
is what he called you.
You're obsolete, Hallie.
People, including Hawkins,
are just plain sick of you.
- Gabe loves me.
- Pick up the
phone and call him.
- You're lying.
- He's got himself a
big Washington lawyer.
He couldn't care less
what happens to you.
- How's he gonna pay him?
- We hear he just
finished writing a book.
A big cash advance.
You're in it, Hallie.
Not very flattering, I'm afraid.
- You've got about
four minutes left.
You reckon the TV cameras
are focused in on you yet?
- Hold it.
Let her go.
You obviously think you
have to shoot somebody.
And by your criteria, I'm
better qualified than most.
- Why?
- Well, after this is all over,
what have I got to go back to?
My face on the six o'clock news?
Calls for my resignation?
Divorce?
- Well, what do you know,
lover-boy's got feelings.
Hm, get back inside, pig.
(tense tones)
(tense music)
- Aren't you curious how I
got into that room next door?
You had all the
approaches covered
by your loyal soldiers here.
Which one of them do you
think let me get past him?
- You trying to tell me
one of 'em's a plant?
You think if you keep
talking you'll live longer?
- [Pepper] I just wondered
if you'd thought about it.
- She's right.
None of us is their boy.
But I knew what
she was all along.
- And you didn't tell me?
- It's the only way I figured
we'd get out of here alive.
- Gill, you covered
for a cop spy?
- Hallie, it's all over.
Gabe doesn't love you,
Gabe doesn't want you.
Gabe doesn't want to go
on anymore trips with us.
If he did, wouldn't
he be here by now?
It's all over.
(thrilling music)
- [Avery] Hallie, Hallie!
(rapid gunfire)
(gunshot, glass
shattering, booming)
(coughing)
(gunshots)
(shouting)
- [Hallie] Let me go, you pig.
(coughing)
(triumphant tones)
- [Reporter] Councilman,
councilman...
- I have nothing to say now.
- [Reporter] Nothing at all?
- Nothing.
- Gabe...
- Hallie Vericker, the
queen of the toy soldiers.
Only she didn't know
when to get off her throne.
- Well, didn't you want us
to get you out of the country?
- No, baby.
I've been.
- Councilman.
Councilman, thank you for
what you tried to do up there.
- I just did what I had to do.
It was a frightening
experience for all of us.
- [Pepper] Yes.
- Now, I'd better get
home and sort things out.
- Yeah, good luck.
- [McCann] Thank you.
- Don't you ever put me in that
position again, you hear me?
Don't you ever do
that to me again,
are you getting my message?
I oughta bust you right
down to the bottom, Pep.
How would you like
to be a meter maid?
- I know I broke the rules...
- You broke every
rule in the book.
Now, you're a
smarter cop than that.
I thought you
were a smarter cop.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe
you're not such a smart cop.
- I am a good cop.
- You call that being
a good cop, huh?
- You're mad at me, aren't you?
- Mad at you?
No, I'm not mad at you, Pepper,
I just wanna kill you.
(theme music)
- Why didn't you
stay in the office
like you were supposed to?
- I was in the office.
I did all of my work.
- Then go home,
nobody needs you.
- How long are you
going to hold us here?
- As long as it takes, Jojo-san.
- This is Sergeant Crowley.
I'd like to talk to
you for a minute.
- I'm Sergeant Anderson, I need
a spike mic and some phones.
- Yes, sir.
- I have three hostages
and 12 sticks of dynamite.
- You see, I really don't
have the authority...
- And if you don't
believe I'm serious,
you just hang up and hang on.
(booming)
(thrilling music)
(dramatic music)
- Heavy.
Everything but a brass band.
- We thought about
ordering one for ya, Hawkins,
we just didn't know
what tune to play for ya.
- Could've tried California
Here He Comes in C minor.
Hey, you really
need all these troops?
And on a Sunday, man?
Or is that just to
make sure I look guilty
before the trial's even started.
- We'd just hate to have you
run off and hide on us again
for another six or seven years.
(laughing)
- Really had you going
around in circles, didn't I?
- [Dispatch] 12-Y-90 to 12-Y-50
and all units on Tac One,
roger your position report.
12-Y-52, 50 requests
you switch to Tac One
and intercept at checkpoint two.
ETA, 20 past the hour.
- [52] Roger, 90.
50, are we going for
the alternate to point two?
- [50] Negative, 52.
Stick with Plan A unless
Sunday traffic backs up.
- Pepper, what are you doing
here so early on a Sunday?
- Too many dirty
dishes in the sink.
Dear Bill didn't want
me in on this one
so he stuck me in here doing
research on Gabe Hawkins.
- So here you are listening.
- Where else can you
get a better cup of coffee?
- Afraid Bill might
get bushwhacked?
- Bill thinks to some
people Gabe Hawkins
is still big stuff.
- I think those disciples of
his are knee-deep in crabgrass
and PTA elections.
- Oh you do?
You wanna read
through what I found?
- You all really think I
still got friends out there?
- What do I know,
I'm just a cop.
- You'd like that
though, wouldn't you?
Then you can shoot 'em
up and be done with 'em.
- Let me tell you
something, Hawkins,
you know you're really
not that important anymore.
Except maybe to a few misfits
out there looking for a guru.
- You'd love for something
to happen though
wouldn't you, baby?
'Cause I'm gonna
beat this trial,
if I get to the courtroom alive.
- You know what I'd
really love, Hawkins?
If you could close your
mouth for about five minutes.
(ominous tones)
- Come in, Gill.
See anything yet?
- No, not yet.
I'll let you know.
Here they come!
(thrilling music)
- [Woman] Go.
(tires screeching)
- [Dispatch] All units,
12-Y-50 requests assistance.
Shots fired at checkpoint two.
- Some PTA meeting.
(screeching)
- Gabe.
Gabe, Gabe!
Gabe!
(rapid gunfire)
- Come on, let's go.
(gunfire)
(gunshot)
- [Woman] Gill, come on.
Get in the truck.
Let's get out of here.
(screeching)
(thrilling music)
- [Dispatch] All units,
12-Y-50 requests assistance
in the pursuit of
three armed suspects
in a blue '64 Ford van.
North head on
Rampart and Riverview.
Apprehend and notify
12-Y-50 on Tac One.
And a code three.
(thrilling music)
(sirens blaring)
(screeching)
(crashing)
(grunting)
- Get rid of those cops.
(gunfire)
(screaming)
- Where the hell's our backup?
(gunfire)
- [Woman] Come on, partner.
Come on, get out of here.
Come on.
- No!
- Come on.
- Let go of me!
Let go of me!
- Move it, Gill.
Move it, you gotta make it.
Come on.
Come on.
- How long are we gonna be here?
- Till we get wings.
- Oh, you mean die?
I can't go back there.
- Until I get transportation.
- They shot at me.
(gunfire)
- Get back.
Get in there.
Get the door open!
- [Gabe] Don't leave me here.
- [Woman] Come on, Gill, get up.
Get in there.
Move.
- What the hell are you...
- Get the window.
Avery.
(glass shattering)
- Pete, get out of there.
Pete.
- Go ahead, I'll cover you.
Go ahead.
(gunfire)
- Joe, let's go.
- Coming back.
(gunfire)
- Let's make it to that trailer.
- Open the door.
Avery.
Get in there.
Move.
Move.
- That's a closet.
- Get in there!
- There's no air in there.
- Then be a gentlemen
and don't breathe.
- How long are you
going to hold us here?
- As long as it takes, Jojo-san.
And while you're in there,
you can give him a massage.
That's what you do, isn't it?
- I am a legal secretary.
- To lover-boy?
I'll bet.
(sirens blaring)
(shouting)
- Joe, can I have a radio?
- Here.
- 12-Y-50 requesting clear
frequency for a tactical alert.
- [Dispatch] 12-Y-50, roger.
All units on Tac One, this
frequency is on a standby
for a tactical alert.
12-Y-50, go ahead
with your broadcast.
- 12-Y-50, we have three
suspects barricaded in a motel.
Suspects armed with
automatic weapons.
Shots have been fired.
Suspects are
barricaded in the motel
on the southwest
corner of Liam and Olive.
We've established a command post
in the construction site
trailer on the northeast corner
of Liam and Olive.
Request backup SWAT unit
with gas and five patrol units.
Code three.
- [Dispatch] 12-Y-50, roger.
- Joe, check the binocular case.
See if there's any
glass over there.
(dramatic music)
Oh, we can't fire,
she's got hostages.
- Where's Sergeant Crowley?
- Huh?
- Sergeant Crow...
- He's in there, but he's busy.
- Oh.
- Hey.
- A man invests his life
savings in a business.
Now, the first year
everything was fine.
Even my wife said,
"Benny, Benny,
"I think maybe we hit pay dirt
"or Gold, oil, or something."
Then what turns out to be
a beautiful Sunday morning,
everything's going...
- [Pepper] Good morning.
- Pepper, what the
hell are you doing here?
- I finished my research.
- Who's she?
- She's a cop.
- She could've fooled me.
- What you got?
- I don't know, Hawkins
seems to think one
of them's Hallie Vericker.
- Vericker?
- Yeah.
- I thought she
died two years ago
when that bomb factory
blew up in the valley.
- Yeah, that's exactly
what she wanted us to think.
- I don't suppose Hawkins
has anything to do with this?
- I doubt it.
I think he smartened up
enough to invest his money
in a good lawyer instead.
- Mm-hmm.
- They got all approaches
covered rigged with explosives.
They've even got a
couple of hostages up there.
- Got 'em identified yet?
- No, not yet.
The manager, Mr. Grisby,
said that the man
seems to be some
important wheel, he thinks.
At least he's too important
to let him get blown up
in a dump like this.
- Hey, this might be a
dump to you, but this...
- [Pepper] How important?
- I don't know, but
I've seen his picture
in newspapers and on television.
Listen, what you
call a dump here...
Okay, it's a dump, but I own it.
It feeds my family.
- [Pete] Sergeant Akers
wants to rap with you right away.
- Yeah, why don't you sit
down, Mr. Grisby, okay?
- Yeah, he said right away.
- [Bill] Yeah, okay.
- Hm.
- Have a look.
- Thank you.
(gunfire)
- Gill?
- Some cop tried
to make the stairs.
I scared him away.
- Good.
Try not to hit anybody.
I want 'em to negotiate.
Go show yourself at that window.
- Hallie.
If we get in worse then
all we have to negotiate
with is one chick.
- Get over there.
Why doesn't that
damn phone ring?
- I don't know, but...
Hey.
Hey, there's a whole bunch
of SWAT guys down there now.
- Avery, sweetie, they're
not gonna swat anybody.
We've got hostages.
Hostages, understand?
- Yeah.
- No, there's no way
you can get close enough
to bust in there without a
lot of people getting shot.
- Sure there is.
We just hit 'em
with some tear gas.
- No, then they'd have time
to kill everybody they got
in there and blow up the place.
No disrespect, Al,
but that's not some nut
with a gun on his girlfriend.
Those are maniacs with hostages.
- You know who they are?
- It doesn't make any
difference who they are.
The procedure's the same.
No, no tear gas, not yet.
- All right, but you
tell me what to do.
- I got it.
- What?
- You get on the
bullhorn and distract 'em
and I'll get in there.
- No way, I'm not
sending anybody
in there with those maniacs.
- Well, let me try it at least.
I can plant a spike
mic next door.
At least we can hear
what's going on, okay?
- Over my dead body, kid.
- Somebody's gotta go in.
You send a guy, they're
gonna know it's a cop.
Send me, they won't...
- Dammit, I said no, Pep.
- I can get through.
- Why didn't you
stay in the office
like you were supposed to?
- I was in the office.
I did all of my work.
- Then go home,
nobody needs you, okay?
- He's right,
Anderson, he's right.
You go up there and they'll...
- I'll go into one
of my routines.
I'll think of something.
- Pepper, will you
cool it, please?
That's enough.
- I've been on reports before,
now I may be due again.
- Will you shut up?
- What?
- Shut up, will you?
- Excuse me, I'm
Sergeant Anderson,
I need a spike mic
and some phones.
- Yes, sir, I mean ma'am.
(dramatic music)
- I asked you a question.
- What?
- Are you lover-boy's secretary?
- Yes.
- What's he into?
Waterbeds?
- [Lawyer] I'm a lawyer.
- Ah, first kill the lawyers.
Shakespeare, remember?
- No, I don't recall that one.
- Hey, Hallie, can we get
this thing over with fast?
I'm hurting really bad.
- They've got Gabe Hawkins.
If he goes to trial,
they'll bury him for life.
I'm not leaving this
country without him.
- This country?
What about me?
I don't wanna go to
anymore countries
where I can't even
drink the water.
- Gill...
(thrilling music)
- Hallie.
Hallie Vericker, this
is Sergeant Crowley.
I'd like to talk to
you for a minute.
Hallie, what do you say?
Let me come up and talk to
you for a minute, Hallie, huh?
Let me explain
something, Hallie.
I tell you, you gotta
get out of there.
We gotta establish some
kind of communication.
I got a phone number over
here, why don't you call me?
555-3498.
555-3498.
Call the number, Hallie.
Give me a call, will you?
Hallie, I'm willing to
come up unarmed.
Okay?
Hallie, can you hear
me, what do you say?
What do you say, Hallie, huh?
(coughing)
(ominous music)
Hold your fire.
(dramatic music)
- He's sweating.
Well, I want him to
sweat a little more.
I want him to feel the pressure.
- Are you out of your mind?
He wants to negotiate.
Isn't that what you want?
(dramatic music)
- [Pete] Go, Pep.
- She's got a lot of
nerve, I'll give her that.
- What's that?
- What's what?
(heroic music)
(grunting)
- Gill, what's the
matter with you?
- I told you, it hurts.
- Did you see
anything out there?
- No.
- Gah.
(coughing)
Get back to the window.
(coughing)
(static blaring)
- They don't talk much.
- Hallie.
That it, just, just Hallie?
- Just Hallie.
- Um.
Listen.
I've got a pretty
good way with words.
- Yeah?
- How'd you like me
to carry the ball for you?
Negotiate.
Try to make some kind of a deal.
- There's nothing to negotiate.
I want Gabe Hawkins.
Then I'm safe
to get out of here.
Let 'em sweat.
- Well, looks like we're gonna
be here a long time, then.
- No we're not.
I'm gonna set a deadline.
Four o'clock, that's
45 minutes from now.
- And then what?
- Then I guess I'm gonna
have to give them proof
that I'm not playing games.
- What kind of proof
do you have in mind?
- Why don't you ask
what's really on your mind?
Which one of you goes first?
- [Secretary] Oh dear god.
- No, don't worry, Millie,
everything's gonna be all right.
- Yeah, take a
letter from your boss.
Everything's gonna
be all right, Millie.
(heavy sigh)
Avery, call the man and
tell him after four o'clock,
he's gonna need a bulldozer
to find these civilians.
- And now it's getting
heavy up there.
- Hey, I thought you were
getting me some coffee.
- Well if I did you'd
only spill it on yourself
and then holler
police brutality.
- You think I could
talk to her, don't you?
- You wanna talk to her?
- Try and influence
Hallie Vericker to give up?
If she ever did that, she'd
have nothing left to live for.
- What about her
family, friends?
- Family?
The lady's got more
love for any stray dog than
for her own mother, or
any other human being.
Hallie's got nobody,
nothing but her crazy ideas
about revolution.
(giggling)
About me.
- Then maybe
she'll listen to you.
- If I bail you out,
what's in it for me?
(heavy exhale)
- You got another great idea?
- Listen, are you sure
you don't want me
to go down there and try
to reason with those guys?
I think I can get you a
deal you can live with.
- Only you just might
forget to come back.
And when my deadline came
around, who would I have left
to shoot your little bimbo here?
- I am not a bimbo.
(chuckling)
- No, you're a Shinto saint,
come to pay your respects
to Buddha here.
Okay, now it's my
turn for a great idea.
Why don't I send
her across the street
and then they'd know
that I'd have nobody left
to shoot but you.
- [Lawyer] You won't
have to shoot anybody.
They'll probably give
you what you want.
They can't afford not to.
- [Hallie] Well, then
what are you getting
so desperate about then?
Huh?
- Because later,
when we all come out,
there's gonna be nothing
but wall-to-wall reporters,
photographers, and TV.
- Oh, so that's it.
You don't care
who gets shot here,
you just care about
your public image, right?
(giggling)
- Date shake, hm.
That chick across the street,
she'd talk to you, wouldn't she?
- I don't know.
And you know what, I have
no intention of finding out.
- I mean, you wouldn't
say anything to prevent her
from knocking off two hostages?
It makes you look
kinda silly, doesn't it?
- Baby, I am not involved.
The fact is, I'm in your corner.
The last place in the
world I wanna spend
the rest of my days is
in some flyblown little
revolutionary capital
with 18th century plumbing
and 15th century police methods.
Man, I've been there.
I'll take my chances in the
good ole US courtroom any day.
As long as I can
afford the best lawyer.
- You wanna help
us out or don't you?
- Go ahead, sarge,
I'm a good listener.
- How do we get through to her?
- Kill her.
The rest of 'em would
give up in a minute.
- Is that the best you can do?
- Man, if she pulled
off that rescue,
I'd be more scared
than those hostages.
The lady is idealistic,
brilliant, dedicated.
But if you ever dare
disagree with her on anything,
she'll squash you like a bug.
Hallie Vericker
is not just planting
a whole lot of neat
little packages of TNT,
she's been a ticking bomb
for as long as I've known her.
And the day she goes off,
and it sounds like
she's ready to blow,
I sure wouldn't want to be
in the same room with her.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, Hallie, this
is Sergeant Crowley.
Have you had
time to think it over?
How do we get this
thing organized?
- I want Gabe Hawkins
and a plane with enough fuel
to get me to a free country.
You've got 23 minutes left.
- Hallie, wait...
(coughing)
- I'm thristy.
- Shut up.
What is it?
- I thought I heard some
noise inside the wall.
- Yeah?
Go check it out.
(dramatic music)
- Who are you?
What are you doing here?
- And what are you
doing down there?
- Me?
I'm looking for my contact lens.
- Get up, slut.
- Watch your mouth, sir.
What are you...
Oh, you want money, all
right, I got $12, I got a watch...
- Look, I don't want
your junk or your money.
Now let's go.
- What are you...
- Let's go!
(phone ringing)
- Now she won't
answer the phone.
Your friend wants a
plane to a free country
by four o'clock with you on it.
- Or else, boom, she
blows up the world, huh?
- I wanted to tell her
that you're not interested,
but she hung up on me.
What about it?
Do you think you might
be able to talk the lady?
- I talk to her and the TV boys
are gonna call it an accomplice.
And that jury's
just gonna fall all
over themselves to bury me.
No way, friend.
Not unless you drop all charges.
- You know that there's
nothing I can do about that.
- You want her out of your
hair, you send in the Marines.
Don't ask me to
save your jobs for you.
- Let's go.
Listen, if you don't
have a deal by 3:55,
I'm gonna have to go on this.
I'm gonna have to.
- Al, I want that girl
out of there alive.
Now, Vericker knows the name
of every underground leader
in this country.
Every walking time-bomb.
Besides, one of
my people's up there
and I don't want
anything to happen to her.
Is that clear?
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
- Good, but I'm still
gonna have to prepare
for a possibility.
- You do that, Al.
- I said, what's this all about?
- How come they
didn't get you out of here
when all of the
shooting was going on?
- [Pepper] Well...
What shooting?
- You gotta be kidding.
- I was in the shower.
- Before or after?
- Before or after what?
- You and your
dude did your thing.
- I was in there alone until
this person came in with that.
- I'll bet.
- Whoever you are, I
am from San Diego.
I'm driving to San
Francisco to see my folks.
I stopped in this motel.
- This motel?
Hot Sack Heaven?
Avery, did you see any bags?
Luggage in her room?
- Not even a toothbrush.
- No clothes?
Where do mommy and
daddy live, in a nudist camp?
Go check it out.
- All right, there's no luggage.
I was in there for awhile.
The man left.
I took a shower.
- And all you heard
was the water?
- [Pepper] I sing in the shower.
- What's your name?
- Carol Lee, what's yours?
- Carol Lee.
Well, you've gotta
be married, right?
Otherwise you wouldn't be here
with any gentleman
caller, right?
- I'm divorced.
- Divorced.
With a jealous ex-husband.
- Sunday is his
day with the kids.
It's mine to do whatever I want
and it's none of
your damn business.
- Curious, just curious.
You divorced too, lover-boy?
Huh?
Well is he?
- No.
- I've got 19 minutes left.
- Then you're
gonna blow us all up.
- If they rush us,
we're all dead anyway.
At least we'll go out in style.
- Not if we surrender.
- Oh, Gill, knock it off.
(coughing)
- Hey, how did you
get hurt like that?
Doesn't anybody
know any first aid?
Somebody should
call him a doc...
- Hey.
Did somebody forget to tell
you you're a hostage here?
Now sit down and shut up.
- I'm gonna call him a doctor.
- [Avery] Sit down and shut up!
- Hey, man, how about
a hamburger, anything?
- The officer who drove our
car, he died a few minutes ago.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, I know you're sorry.
- I guess this
doesn't look too good
for my disciples, does it?
- It doesn't look too
good for you either, Gabe.
- Hey, you think that jury's
gonna hold that against me?
- They're just human beings.
Somebody's been killed, they
wanna see somebody punished.
It's called balancing the books.
- Now you listen to me.
I don't accept this
as my problem.
I didn't ask these two-bit
toy soldiers to bust me out.
- You figure a jury
will believe that?
- Look, if that stupid DA
hadn't decided to prosecute me,
none of us would
be here right now.
- Well, the fact is we
are here, Hawkins.
And those toy soldiers of yours
will either blow themselves
up with their hostages,
or they'll come in
peacefully if you tell them too.
- Not me, baby.
You aren't gonna
hold this against me.
Not Hallie Vericker.
- She seems pretty stuck on you.
- Sure, she's crazy about me.
But five minutes alone with her
and we're both ready to kill.
I am sorry for the
hostages, I truly am,
but not as sorry as I
am for numero uno.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, this is
Sergeant Crowley.
Who's this, Hallie?
- I have three hostages
and 12 sticks of dynamite.
In 13 minutes
they go up together
unless we're on our way to
the airport with Gabe Hawkins.
- Hey, come on, Hallie.
Listen, give us
a break, will you?
These things take time.
You see, I really don't
have the authority to...
- You get it, fast.
And if you don't
believe I'm serious,
you just hang up and hang on.
(booming)
- What do you call that
firecracker, a negotiating position?
I've still got go at 3:55.
And look, I am getting pressure.
One of my men found
an E license plate out
in the parking lot.
We checked it out.
It belongs to a city
councilman named McCann.
Now the brass wants
action before those people
up there find out
who it is they've got.
- Sergeant Crowley,
yes, captain?
- All right, Crowley,
I want it straight.
What's it like over there?
- Well, right now
it's pretty hairy, sir.
- Well then, why
isn't Akers moving in?
- Well, I thought it
might be worthwhile
if we waited a little longer.
If I can negotiate...
- Look, waiting
isn't the answer.
- Anderson's in there, sir.
- What?
- That's right.
See, Pepper duped
her way into the motel,
something went wrong,
and now they got her hostage
with the other two.
- All right, Crowley,
I'll leave it up to you.
But if it gets any more hairy,
I want you to tell Akers to go.
There are other lives
involved, you know that.
- Yes, sir, I know that.
- One of you.
- What?
- I gotta make a trip.
The bathroom.
- Uh, Gill, stay with him, huh?
(sighing)
- I still say the boy
needs a doctor.
- Ah, he's all right.
Gill, I told you
to stay with him.
Get in there.
- Give me those.
- Craig McCann, city councilman.
Now, isn't this a piece of luck?
You go across the street
and you tell 'em who we've got.
- Why don't you call?
Make a deal.
- Afraid the TV cameras are
gonna have a field day, huh?
But this time the cameras
are gonna be working for me.
You tell 'em I've just decided
that I'm not gonna blow
everybody up at four o'clock.
I'm gonna execute one of
the hostages right out there
on that balcony in plain
view of the cameras.
(thrilling music)
- All right.
Which one?
- Guess.
(dramatic tones)
(thrilling music)
- Let's go meet her.
(panting)
Just take your
time, get your breath.
- That loco, she says
she's gonna kill one of them.
- I know, we've
been listening in.
- She's crazy.
She's capable of anything.
(dramatic tones)
(sighing)
- What?
- No, there's no way you
couldn't have heard those shots.
- I told you, I was
in the shower.
- [Hallie] Even
with a shower cap,
your hair would've been
damp around the edges.
- That was a half an hour ago.
- Avery, go check
that room inch by inch.
- [Pepper] I told you,
I was in the shower.
(dramatic tones)
- Look at this.
- What is it?
- It's a microphone.
You...
- A pig spy.
The lowest, vilest, most
obnoxious form of animal life.
Oh, this is gonna
be a real pleasure.
- You don't get the point.
We don't want you killed.
- Get out on that balcony!
- Just remember, out there
they might think time's up.
Theirs and yours.
- Get out there!
- What do you got in mind, Bill?
- I'm just gonna
do a little scouting.
If I get stuck, it's
your show, Al, okay?
(tense tones)
- Know why I wanted
to come over here?
I wanted to be sure
you understood.
Gabe Hawkins doesn't
wanna be sprung.
He doesn't want any part of you.
Two-bit toy soldiers,
is what he called you.
You're obsolete, Hallie.
People, including Hawkins,
are just plain sick of you.
- Gabe loves me.
- Pick up the
phone and call him.
- You're lying.
- He's got himself a
big Washington lawyer.
He couldn't care less
what happens to you.
- How's he gonna pay him?
- We hear he just
finished writing a book.
A big cash advance.
You're in it, Hallie.
Not very flattering, I'm afraid.
- You've got about
four minutes left.
You reckon the TV cameras
are focused in on you yet?
- Hold it.
Let her go.
You obviously think you
have to shoot somebody.
And by your criteria, I'm
better qualified than most.
- Why?
- Well, after this is all over,
what have I got to go back to?
My face on the six o'clock news?
Calls for my resignation?
Divorce?
- Well, what do you know,
lover-boy's got feelings.
Hm, get back inside, pig.
(tense tones)
(tense music)
- Aren't you curious how I
got into that room next door?
You had all the
approaches covered
by your loyal soldiers here.
Which one of them do you
think let me get past him?
- You trying to tell me
one of 'em's a plant?
You think if you keep
talking you'll live longer?
- [Pepper] I just wondered
if you'd thought about it.
- She's right.
None of us is their boy.
But I knew what
she was all along.
- And you didn't tell me?
- It's the only way I figured
we'd get out of here alive.
- Gill, you covered
for a cop spy?
- Hallie, it's all over.
Gabe doesn't love you,
Gabe doesn't want you.
Gabe doesn't want to go
on anymore trips with us.
If he did, wouldn't
he be here by now?
It's all over.
(thrilling music)
- [Avery] Hallie, Hallie!
(rapid gunfire)
(gunshot, glass
shattering, booming)
(coughing)
(gunshots)
(shouting)
- [Hallie] Let me go, you pig.
(coughing)
(triumphant tones)
- [Reporter] Councilman,
councilman...
- I have nothing to say now.
- [Reporter] Nothing at all?
- Nothing.
- Gabe...
- Hallie Vericker, the
queen of the toy soldiers.
Only she didn't know
when to get off her throne.
- Well, didn't you want us
to get you out of the country?
- No, baby.
I've been.
- Councilman.
Councilman, thank you for
what you tried to do up there.
- I just did what I had to do.
It was a frightening
experience for all of us.
- [Pepper] Yes.
- Now, I'd better get
home and sort things out.
- Yeah, good luck.
- [McCann] Thank you.
- Don't you ever put me in that
position again, you hear me?
Don't you ever do
that to me again,
are you getting my message?
I oughta bust you right
down to the bottom, Pep.
How would you like
to be a meter maid?
- I know I broke the rules...
- You broke every
rule in the book.
Now, you're a
smarter cop than that.
I thought you
were a smarter cop.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe
you're not such a smart cop.
- I am a good cop.
- You call that being
a good cop, huh?
- You're mad at me, aren't you?
- Mad at you?
No, I'm not mad at you, Pepper,
I just wanna kill you.
(theme music)