T.J. Hooker (1982–1986): Season 4, Episode 5 - Anatomy of a Killing - full transcript
Hooker works with another cop, who's a friend to get some drug dealers. But during their investigation, they discover that his friend's daughter is not only involved with the people they are looking for but she's also an addict.
(energetic music)
(chill music)
(honking)
- And that's the way it's been.
I don't know when to eat.
I go home to bed when I'm
supposed to be getting up.
When I do get up, I
eat breakfast cereal
when the rest of the
world is into real food
like steak or chicken and pasta.
My entire body is a protest.
- Welcome to the morning watch.
- You've been saying
that for an entire week.
- Well like I like it.
I mean the streets get
quiet, the radio slows down.
Gives you time to
turn over a few rocks,
do some real
observational police work.
- You and Corrigan, both
cut out of the same mold.
Take Stacy for instance.
Last couple of weeks,
she's hardpressed
to get out of cheerful LO.
- Well I don't think
morning watch
is what's bothering Stacy.
- Yeah, well, whatever.
There is more to
life than a quiet radio
and observation police work.
- Really? What?
(light rock music)
(tense music)
- Come on Titus.
Damn it, Doc!
It ain't right you dudes
ripping off our dope.
- Don't know you guys.
So it ain't personal, see?
- [Doc] Powell brothers
hired us to rip you off, man.
- We're just doing our job.
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(whimpering)
- Help me!
They're gonna kill me!
Help me!
Somebody come on, come on!
No, no!
(gun firing)
- [Woman On Radio]
Units in the vicinity,
and Four Adam 30, shots fired
in the Sullivan Gardens
area, Central avenue and 42nd.
Four Adam 30, handle code three.
- Quiet radio, huh?
- Well only until an
hour before end of watch.
(siren sounding)
- Four Adam 30, roger.
(tires screeching)
- 16 to 30, we're
approaching shots fired call
on 42nd heading south.
(tires screeching
and siren sounding)
(tires screeching)
God, I can't believe it.
- [Woman On Radio] Four Adam 30,
citizen reports suspects
just left your shots fired call.
Westbound in a light
colored Chevy Impala.
- Hooker, there they are.
Four Adam 30 in pursuit,
1980 Chevy Impala,
light green and silver in
color heading west on Central.
(energetic music)
(tires screeching)
(siren blaring)
(furniture shattering
and zapping)
- Hold it!
Notify the detectives!
Easy, easy.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Lieutenant] Hi Cody,
there's been a shooting.
- Where at?
Look, I don't care who
the victims are, Lieutenant.
- [Lieutenant] I want you there.
- All right.
But remember, Friday's
Robert's graduation
and there's no way
I'm gonna miss it.
- [Lieutenant] I' sorry.
- Well you don't
have to be sorry.
You have a choice,
you're just not making it.
- [Lieutenant] Bye.
- Lisa, you're up
a little early huh?
- I heard the phone ring, Dad.
Besides, I have a lot of work
to do around the house today
before I go to work.
- Did they let you off on Friday
for your brother's
graduation yet?
- I should know today.
You want some coffee?
- No, they had a shooting
at Sullivan Gardens.
I don't know when I'll be back.
Hey, you feel a little
clammy, are you all right?
- I'm fine, just fine.
- Oh, now maybe you
should try to go to bed
a little earlier, huh?
You don't want
anything to get in the way
of the biggest day
of our lives, do we?
God rest her soul, I wish
your mother could be here
to see Robert.
(car starting)
(tense music)
- See anything?
- I would say three grams each.
Fine light out of spec.
- Hey, Hooker.
Look like you got this
all locked down, huh?
- This one yours?
- I'm it, the whole on it.
- Downtown's crazy.
Too much to do and not
enough manpower to do it.
And the clock is ticking
on this one already.
- Yeah I hear you.
They tell me this might
be a dope ripoff, huh?
- Yeah, that's Hooker's theory.
- Five balloons
filled with heroin
found on the dead one.
And it was execution style.
- Yeah, a homicide
on the South End,
black dope dealers.
- Are you suggesting
the brass is maybe saving
the real manpower for
the better sections of town?
- Oh, now it crossed
my mind once or twice.
- Hey, this is my beat and
I don't care to have them
save me from anything.
- Come on, Hooker,
you know I need help.
If I can't get
detectives, I'll take
all the uniforms you guys
can talk the Captain out of.
- Do me a favor.
Call O'Brien, have
him nudge the Captain
for some off-duty manpower.
Say eight uniform teams,
three in plainclothes.
Have some in motor
transport to standby.
And a couple of iron eyes.
- A nudge, what are
you waging a war?
- That's how Hooker knows.
He hasn't changed a lick.
- That's also the way to
solve this type of homicide.
I vote we stay on it
till we nail the person.
Or the trail is so cold
you could pack it fish.
This one took a
full load in the back,
hands tied with a thin cord.
Body picked clean,
no ID, no nothing.
- What about the second victim?
- Still alive, Stacy's with him.
She's going for a
dying declaration.
- Look, you may
die, you know that.
Tell me, who are
you, who did this?
(panting)
- The guy was cut in half
and still with his feet tied
made it 60 or 70 feet.
Incredible.
- Yeah, and small
diameter looks like nylon.
- Let's have the lab make a
comparison of all the cords,
see if they're cut
from the same line.
- Sounds like
we're on this case.
- My ex partner needs some help.
We just volunteered.
- I thank you and the South
End of town thanks you.
(light music)
You know something, Hooker?
All my adult life I
worked in the South End.
Not just as a cop, but as a
member of the community.
Organizations, action
groups, cleanup campaigns.
But heroin, whew, just when
you think is knocked down
gets right back.
- I know, it's a war.
Those yellow balloons
have been down the streets
more than six months now.
- Yeah, creating a whole
new generation of addicts.
- And the shootout
with different gangs
have jammed the books
with unsolved homicides.
Unsolved because we don't
sink enough manpower into them.
- Well maybe we can prove
something this time, eh partner?
- Why do you
think I volunteered?
- Romano just called.
He was able to run
down a dispatch ticket
that put an Impala
at a disturbance call
at 2422 Marine Avenue.
About 30 minutes
before the shooting.
Neighbors across
the street reported it.
- That's it.
- You asked him to
check for anything
involving a light green Impala.
- Well, we'd take
anything we can get.
- He say anything?
- He got this phone number out.
I asked who shot
him but I'm not sure
if he heard me.
- I'll check it out.
- Anything besides the number?
- I barely got that
down before he fainted.
I never went for a
dying declaration before.
It's tough making sure
they know they're gonna die.
- You did fine.
Your father was looking
for you after roll call.
- I know, we had a blowup.
It's a little
strained right now.
- Work it out.
He loves you.
- He smothers me.
- Your new flame
not getting approval?
- Nothing gets
approval, it never did.
Seems lately that
everything I do is wrong.
- The are code
and prefix puts it
in the Coronado Chula
Vista area below San Diego.
- That's right near the border.
- Mhmm.
- That gives the built ripoff
theory a little more weight.
Buyers rip off the
sellers with the dope
and then hire shooters
to eliminate them.
- Yeah, if the evidence
supports the theory,
we have two suspects to find.
The buyers and the shooters.
- Stacy, you head
back to the squad room.
See if you can take up any
of the coordinating slack.
And while you're
at it, have Corrigan
call the Chula Vista number.
See if he can come up
with some ID for our patient.
I'm gonna start with
the marine address.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Who?
- Officer Corrigan of the LCPD.
May I ask your name please?
- Webster, Carolyn Webster.
What is it you want?
- We have a man who's been hurt.
He gave us this phone number.
- George?
Is it George?
- We're not sure who he is.
This George, can you
tell me more about him?
- He's my husband.
He left here yesterday.
- I need his full name
and a description please.
- George Webster.
He's six feet, about 180 pounds.
Look, what's happened to him?
- Can you tell me the
purpose of his trip?
Why he came here,
where he was staying?
- I don't know.
He just took a trip is all.
I don't know his business.
- Mrs. Webster, it's important
that you tell me the truth.
- What's happened to him?
- I feel awkward having
to give you this news
over the phone.
He's been shot.
He's seriously wounded,
another man was killed.
Now could you
please tell me what...
(slamming)
(phone ringing)
- And anyway this
bunch of guys are fighting
and yelling inside that
house across the street.
So when I'm looking
out the window
I see them all come out.
They still have someone in
the backseat of the Impala
and two of them split.
The other guys, the guys
who live there took off.
So we called the cops.
- You know their names, Danny?
- They moved to the
house about six months ago
with furniture and everything.
I think they're brothers.
- What kind of wheels
were they driving?
- A Cad De Ville.
Brown, spoked wheels,
gangster white walls, leather chair.
They look really cool in it.
- Did you see any people or cars
coming to that house
on a regular basis?
- You know, a lot
of people in and out.
There is this one girl
though who's been around
quite a bit.
A looker.
Drives a red VW.
She was there about an
hour before the fighting started.
- You wouldn't have
noticed license numbers
on any of those cars,
would you Danny?
- No, except that girl's car.
There was something
written on the window.
Something like Red
Rocket, something like that.
- Well, thank you, Danny.
- Okay, bye.
- Blood on the front door.
On the walkway.
It ends at the driveway here.
- Would you bet that
something stuffed in the backseat
was our victims?
- No bet, let's prove it.
With the vehicle after I
run in that red Volkswagen.
- Hooker.
That red VW won't
be on the computer.
It's my daughter's car.
(somber music)
(light music)
The car is gone, she
wasn't due work for an hour.
- Must be some mistake.
Maybe she loaned
her car to her girlfriend.
- I'd like to know
what kind of girlfriend
she was hanging around with.
Lisa?
I'll take a look in her bedroom.
- Oh, I remember the poker
games we used to have here.
You made a switch
to Fish anytime Robert
and Lisa were around.
- Lisa's gone.
Clothing, suitcase.
Why, I don't
understand any of it.
- I can only come up
with one explanation.
I hope to God this isn't it.
(somber music)
- 16 people?
How long do you intent
to keep this up, Hooker?
- As long as necessary.
If we let this thing go,
town's gonna get dirtier.
Heroin's a commodity
worldwide, barren gold.
I mean the Turks are
pulling their poppies
and Mexicans are
turning out the brown H.
And we've become the
international marketplace
for every drug
dealer and rip artist
who can find their way here.
- You think I don't know that?
You seem to be forgetting
my manpower problems.
- If we don't start solving
these kinds of homicides,
things are gonna get worse.
Let them get the message.
In this town, they
fall for murder.
Maybe they'll think twice
before they start grabbing
for the market here.
Or dealing here, killing here.
- All right, you stay on it.
But in 36 hours I pull the plug
and the case goes back to Cody
or whoever else
downtown puts on the case.
- Takes his place?
- You know what I'm
talking about, Hooker.
- At this point, Lisa's
involvement in the case
is only speculation.
- Look, I wouldn't
need much more
than that piece of balloon.
- I've got every street
source that owes me a marker
looking for her.
I mean she could
be in real danger.
How do you tell her
father to get off the case?
- You know the answer
to that one, Hooker.
Personal involvement.
- It's family.
I've known Lisa
since she was born.
Cody was my partner.
And we can't cut them off.
We need him as
much as he needs us.
- Family, huh?
All right, all right Hooker.
But I'm holding you responsible.
- I wouldn't have
it any other way.
(door slamming)
(phone ringing)
- Romano here.
Captain.
Yeah, sure, just a second.
Stacy, it's your dad
on the comm line.
- Tell him I'm busy,
will you Vince?
- [Romano] Yeah but he said...
- I'm busy, I don't
want to talk to him.
- Yeah but,
Captain, my mistake,
she just stepped out.
This morning
watch, I'm telling you,
it's screwing up
all of our lives.
- Well, she's your daughter.
And she may be involved
but not in the way you think.
- Then why is there a
balloon in my house?
Three months ago she got fired
and never said a word to me.
- Maybe she was too embarrassed.
- Well something
better happen soon.
35 hours from now,
I've got a plane to catch.
- We'll be out of leads and
manpower by then anyway.
Where are you going?
- Westpoint, Robert's
graduation exercises.
- Are you kidding me?
Robert's graduating already?
- Lieutenant Robert Cody.
Graduating with honors, Hooker.
- You must be very proud.
- To put in words what I
feel would only minimize it.
(radio beeping)
- [Stacy On Radio]
90 to X Ray 30.
- 30, go ahead, 90.
- Hooker, the utilities
check on 2422 Marine
comes back to a Norman Powell.
We're doing an RNI
Check on the name now.
- Roger.
We'll be here.
Standby.
Let's ride.
(intense music)
(tires screeching)
Police, up against the car!
- Now, now.
I just bet you're one
of the Powell brothers.
(tires screeching)
(shattering)
- Hit the brakes!
Before I take your head off!
(crashing and skidding)
Call that guy!
Give me your hand.
Come on, give me your hand.
Move, move, move!
(booming)
(handcuffs clicking)
Now let's talk
about an execution.
(light music)
- Bad news?
- They took Webster
back to surgery.
You wanna tell Hooker?
- When he comes
out, you tell him.
- Distribution source
for those yellow balloons
out here are smart and carry.
They are trying to
collate repeat purchasers
for us right now.
- Good.
- By the way, what do you say,
next time handling your
problems to your dad yourself?
I wasn't exactly thrilled
being caught in the middle.
- Nobody asked you
to be in the middle.
I was busy and his call
wasn't business, that's all.
- Hey, Stacy, I sympathize
with your situation at home.
You don't have
to bite my head off.
It's tough enough
having to survive as a cop
without having the
Captain on my tail.
- I'm sorry.
The problem is I'm not at home.
He's still trying
to run my life.
At work and off hours.
- Yeah, I get it long distance
from South Philly myself.
- The last straw was,
never mind.
- They get anything
from this guy?
- Zip.
They're working on Norman now.
They both refuse to
consent search of the house.
No real alibi.
Search warrant's in the works.
- What about Cody's daughter?
- That's one piece of what
they're working on now.
- [Hooker] You wanna play
games, we can play games.
You're looking at a deep
hole behind steel doors, mister.
- Look man, if you're
doing a murder,
that means somebody
is dead, right?
And dead men don't talk.
So how can you say
that I did somebody?
You ain't got no witnesses.
- [Hooker] I can say
you and your brother
had it done, Powell.
- Telephone number.
KL52636.
- Lady I know.
- How well do you know her?
- Well now you're getting
kind of personal there,
ain't you, Sergeant?
- Well you listen punk,
I'm asking questions
about that girl.
And every single answer
better come fast and hard
or I'll find a
gutter to stuff you
and your dope in!
- Back off.
Give us the answers, or
I'll help him find the gutter.
- Yeah, all right, all right.
Lisa, name's Lisa.
I take care of her,
she take care of me.
Anything else you
wanna know, man?
Hey man, what are you?!
- What are you
saying about my Lisa?!
- What is it, man, you know her?
Oh, what.
Now, now, that
little chippy told me.
Yeah, a lot of bad
things about her daddy.
But now she didn't
tell me he was no cop.
What do you know about that?
I've been laying
up with a junkie
who's got a cop for an old man!
Man come on!
Man, get off me.
Get him off of me.
- Yeah you sit down there.
You come with me, come here!
Knock it off!
- He called her a
junkie, my little girl.
He called our Lisa a junkie.
- This wouldn't
be police brutality
I was witness to, would it?
- What do you want, Schneider?
- My clients the
Powell brothers,
they did have one phone call.
- In there.
And after you're done,
the booking charge
is murder one, no bail.
- [Schneider] Sounds like a
real challenge, Hooker, Cody.
- I can't tell you
how sorry I am.
- Yeah, so now Lisa's
a principal witness
or a suspect.
I got to put out an APB
on my own daughter.
- We'll find her
first, I promise you.
- Cody.
The DA needs you for
the search warrant affidavit.
Thinks it'll take
the rest of the night.
- Let's go, partner,
we both got work to do.
- I'm gonna wash up first.
Suddenly I feel kind of dirty.
- When that sleazeball
attorney leaves,
I want a tail put on him.
As long as it takes.
- Where do you
think he's gonna go?
- Wherever Powell tells him to.
Hey Ernie.
Nine will get you 10, this cord
is an exact match to
the cord that our victims
were tied up with.
Wanna have a
lab prove it for us?
- Hey brother, I told you.
And what you mean, man?
I told you I'm sitting
in for Norman, my man.
Well hey I'll tell
you what I'd do,
you wanna score?
Hold up man, I'll call
you back later, huh?
Now, all right give
me your number.
Okay.
Yeah brother, you'll be
hearing from us, good thing.
Yeah, man, later.
Oh man, every junkie in
town trying to make a score.
- Keep scamming.
Keep the narcs busy for a year.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah?
Yeah this is the place.
- Webster's overnight
case, ID, Chula Vista
on his license.
- Well, that puts
Webster in the house.
- The other ID belongs
to the dead man.
His driver license
and picture indicate
his name is Coleman
Young from Coronado.
- Yeah, that connects.
Got it right here, San Diego PD
picked up a street rumor
that Webster and Young
came in with a two
kilo load of 80% pure.
Now Webster's wife is at
the hospital with him now.
And he's gonna make it, Hooker.
- Now we have
someone to talk to.
Powells are down.
That leaves one Impala
and two hired shooters to go.
- And maybe one
female accomplice.
- It'll work out.
- Will it?
- Everybody is dead, Webster.
And you're missing
half your guts.
It's just real possible
the hunt isn't over.
- But,
you said the
Powells are in jail.
- They are, and their
lawyer, Art Schneider
is their only contact so far.
He'll try legal ways
to shut people up
but that doesn't
take into account
the two shooters Powells
hired to ice you and your buddy.
And they're still out
there on the loose.
- George, please, I'm afraid.
- We came up with two keys.
The Powells were
supposed to pay.
Instead they ripped.
Brought in two
dudes in contract.
To hit us.
One was called Doc.
The other Titus.
Never seen them before.
- He connects the Powells.
- What about the
suspects in the Impala?
- Can't ID them.
- But we still have a solid
conspiracy on the Powells.
- Yeah but nothing
against the hired shooters.
Without them we
don't have a case.
- This might put
some life into it.
Surveillance team
on Schneider put him
in this restaurant
on Main street.
- With Lisa?
- Powell's mouthpiece
with Jim's daughter
doesn't look good.
- It's not over yet,
Jim, not by a long shot.
- The Powell brothers are
gonna pay for all the expenses.
And you've got the best
attorney in this town, all right?
Hey, what's this?
- Call it a reception.
You taking the lamb to
slaughter or what, Schneider?
- Booker, Daddy?
- What are you doing
with this hoodlum lawyer?
- I'll have you brought
up on charges, Cody.
You're violating
the civil rights of...
- What do you know
about civil rights?
- Take your hands off of me.
I am an officer of the court.
- Jim!
We got a case to make.
If you're out of
control, I can't afford...
- You're not gonna
pull me off this case.
- No, I can't.
But the Captain damn well can.
And I'll see to it that he does
unless you pull
yourself together.
Where was he taking you to?
- I'm advising my
client not to talk
and I'll tell you right
up front, Hooker.
She won't waive her rights.
- That's my daughter, Schneider.
Not one of your sleaze clients.
Lisa, what are
you doing with him?
- I'm accepting Mr. Schneider's
offer to represent me.
- That's Powell's lawyer.
The doper's mouthpiece!
- Yes, Powell, a man who
cares something about me.
- Cares something about you?
It's pipe tracks.
Is that how he cares?
(somber music)
- All right, put it this way.
I'm surrendering Lisa.
Now book her and
I'll arrange for a rip.
- Simple, looking after
your client's best interest,
are you Mr. Schneider?
- Naturally.
- Lisa, a lawyer's
supposed to represent
his client's best interest.
Have you ever wondered
how he's gonna do that
and at the same time represent
his other two clients,
the Powell brothers?
- Now wait a minute.
- Now you wait a minute!
Lisa, ask him if he's
gonna represent you
in the courtroom.
- Mr. Schneider?
- It's not that I don't want
to represent you, Lisa.
My associate is
perfectly capable.
- That's his flunky.
Lisa, if you're in real trouble
I know enough about
this case to tell you
that there's a very good chance
that you'll be offered
immunity for your testimony.
- Hooker, I object...
- Mr. Schneider
wouldn't like that
because it's not in the
interest of his other clients.
(light music)
Lisa, I've known
you a long time.
I wanna help you.
Trust me.
How did it start, Lisa?
- [Lisa] Inside a party.
- I didn't bring you
up that way, girl.
- No you didn't
bring me up, period.
All my life all I've been is
a piece of furniture to you.
Everything was always Robert.
- Don't bring your
brother's name into this filth.
- This filth made me feel good.
For the first time
in years, I felt good!
Do you know what that means?
- Yeah it means
you're an addict, Lisa.
- Look, I wanted to stop.
But I can't.
- You can.
- No, I can't!
- Yes you can, with help.
But now you've gotta help us.
- I really didn't understand
what was happening.
Those two guys from
San Diego came to town
to sell to Norman.
Next thing I knew, Norman
had me take a ride with them.
Told those guys he was
going to pick up their money.
- Was that when you went
to that place in aviation?
- That's where Doc lives.
That's the first
time I ever met him.
When we got there, Norman
gave Doc a downpayment,
said he'd get 3,000 more
once the job was done.
I really didn't understand
then what the job was.
That's Doc's place there.
It was number seven.
- No green Chevy.
What about this Doc's friend?
What'd he say his
name was, Titus?
- He showed up later
at Norman's with Doc.
- In the Impala?
- That's when Norman
told me to go on home.
- And that's when the
two guys from San Diego
got bullets instead of money.
- I swear to God I didn't know
they were planning to kill them.
- X Ray 30 to 90.
- Go, 30.
- Dispatch a plain car to stake
1012 Aviation number seven
and to wait for them
Powell and notify.
- Roger, and
Corrigan just called in.
He said that lawyer
Schneider showed up
at the hospital asking
questions about Webster.
He knows now that
Webster's not dead.
Doubled the guard.
- Got it.
- What's all that mean?
- When Schneider pulled
you out of the restaurant,
he said he was
taking you to the office
to discuss your legal defense.
My guess is, he's planning
a new Powell contract
with the shooters.
We got in the way of that.
- I don't understand.
- Schneider is Powell's
only link with the outside.
Webster's testimony,
your corroboration,
makes you the only
people alive who can put
the Powell brothers away.
- You mean?
- That's right.
Your boyfriend
wants Webster dead.
He wants you dead, Lisa.
- Hooker, surveillance
team has an Impala
at Doc's Motel.
Guy matching the
description Lisa gave
just walked into unit seven.
- Call a car.
You make the stiff
call to the motel.
And then take Lisa
over to your place.
Try and occupy her
with these mug books
and plenty of oranges.
She's coming down.
It'll help the withdrawals.
Lisa, you're gonna go to
Stacy's place, you understand?
To Stacy's place.
- She's been using
for three months.
I never saw the symptoms.
Why?
Baby,
how did you hide it from me?
- It was easy, Daddy.
You only saw Robert, never me.
- Come on, partner, we
got a suspect to flush out.
It'll work out, Jim.
There's too much
there for it not too.
- Yeah I remember she was five.
At the first day
of kindergarten.
She was so proud
when I ironed her dress
and fixed her hair
with the yellow ribbons.
Should have seen those
big brown eyes sparkle.
They're ready.
- X Ray 30 to 90.
Put it in, Stacy.
- Roger.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Is that you, Doc Honey?
- Yeah, what's happening?
Now I wonder, who
is this fine woman
I be talking to?
- Throw it down or
say goodbye, killer.
- [Hooker] Stacy, we
might have gotten lucky.
It seemed Doc was a photo buff.
We found albums
in his motel room
filled with pictures
of him and his friends.
- [Stacy] You want me to
take Lisa to my place now?
- [Hooker] Right, meet me there.
I want Lisa to take a
look at Doc's photos
and see if she can ID
this Titus we're looking for.
- I don't know nothing.
- Yeah, you just drove
the car, we know that.
But you've been hung out to dry.
All I want is a name,
the man with you.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- I'm talking about Titus!
Where is he?
- Titus who?
- You're gonna ride this
thing for Norman Powell?
Norman rolled over on
you, you gonna do that?
Get in.
(light music)
Can you hang on a
little while longer, Lisa?
Look at these pictures.
- I'll try.
- Can I get you anything, Lisa?
- Look at you.
Hype, you're strung out hype.
- That's right.
Right now I'll give
my life for a fix
but you wouldn't understand
that now, would you?
- Why are you saying
these things to me?
I love you!
- You love Robert!
And you loved
momma but never me!
Momma died giving me life
and you've never been
able to forgive me for that.
(somber music)
- Maybe this will help.
- It's not true, Hooker,
I never felt that.
- Well why don't you
try telling her that?
- You've had enough, Lisa.
Let us take you to the hospital.
- No, let me finish.
I wanna do this, please.
- She's in such terrible pain.
- Maybe she's trying
to prove something.
- It's been two weeks since
I last spoke to my father.
Guess I was furious at
him for not letting me go.
God how it must hurt
not to have someone
to hold on to.
- [Lisa] This could be him.
I'm sure this is him.
- Are you positive?
- There's no
question that's him.
- Try Jackson.
- He's got a Titus Jackson,
617 South North Gate.
- [Romano] You have a suspect?
- Set up roll call
for a briefing.
- How's Lisa?
- He's doing fine, Jim.
Stacy will take
her to the hospital.
(coughing)
(somber music)
- When you see Robert,
tell him that I'm very proud.
That I love him very much.
(coughing)
- We've got a
killer to take down.
(phone ringing)
- [Titus] Yeah?
- [Stacy] Titus Jackson?
- Yeah.
- [Stacy] This is the police.
We have you surrounded,
do exactly as I tell you.
(cocking)
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
(uptempo music)
(siren blaring)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- Give up Titus!
There's no way out
but the hard way.
You're done, man, it's over.
You hear me, Titus?
Do you hear me?
(gun firing)
(somber music)
Damn shame if you die.
We have a hell of a case on you.
(light music)
48 hours and we got a wrap.
I think we proved that if
we put enough manpower
on the right place
at the right time
and keep them there long enough,
you can knock down the
unsolved homicide rate.
At least that's what us
volunteers are doing here, right?
(applause)
- 48 hours, you wanna
believe I'm not even tired?
I guess this morning
watch thing can work.
You put a weeks
worth in one shot.
- Bet you could use
a few days sleep.
- Not really.
I'm making lunch for my father.
I told him to use his
key if he beats me
to the apartment.
How's that for an adjustment?
- Wrapped, 45 minutes to spare.
Can I give you a
ride to the airport?
- I'm not going.
- What, I thought you said
you were gonna go down there
and see your boy,
- Hey, Robert will understand.
I have a daughter
here who needs me
a whole lot more right now.
Look,
it's really been good
working with you again.
- You need anything, anytime.
- I know.
Thanks a lot, my friend.
(light music)
- Operator, direct call wire.
They could charge to my
home number 5553012.
Chrissy!
How's my girl?
Oh, oh everything's fine.
I'm just calling you
'cause I wanted to tell you
I was thinking about you
and I want you to know
how much daddy loves you.
(light music)
(energetic music)
(chill music)
(honking)
- And that's the way it's been.
I don't know when to eat.
I go home to bed when I'm
supposed to be getting up.
When I do get up, I
eat breakfast cereal
when the rest of the
world is into real food
like steak or chicken and pasta.
My entire body is a protest.
- Welcome to the morning watch.
- You've been saying
that for an entire week.
- Well like I like it.
I mean the streets get
quiet, the radio slows down.
Gives you time to
turn over a few rocks,
do some real
observational police work.
- You and Corrigan, both
cut out of the same mold.
Take Stacy for instance.
Last couple of weeks,
she's hardpressed
to get out of cheerful LO.
- Well I don't think
morning watch
is what's bothering Stacy.
- Yeah, well, whatever.
There is more to
life than a quiet radio
and observation police work.
- Really? What?
(light rock music)
(tense music)
- Come on Titus.
Damn it, Doc!
It ain't right you dudes
ripping off our dope.
- Don't know you guys.
So it ain't personal, see?
- [Doc] Powell brothers
hired us to rip you off, man.
- We're just doing our job.
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(whimpering)
- Help me!
They're gonna kill me!
Help me!
Somebody come on, come on!
No, no!
(gun firing)
- [Woman On Radio]
Units in the vicinity,
and Four Adam 30, shots fired
in the Sullivan Gardens
area, Central avenue and 42nd.
Four Adam 30, handle code three.
- Quiet radio, huh?
- Well only until an
hour before end of watch.
(siren sounding)
- Four Adam 30, roger.
(tires screeching)
- 16 to 30, we're
approaching shots fired call
on 42nd heading south.
(tires screeching
and siren sounding)
(tires screeching)
God, I can't believe it.
- [Woman On Radio] Four Adam 30,
citizen reports suspects
just left your shots fired call.
Westbound in a light
colored Chevy Impala.
- Hooker, there they are.
Four Adam 30 in pursuit,
1980 Chevy Impala,
light green and silver in
color heading west on Central.
(energetic music)
(tires screeching)
(siren blaring)
(furniture shattering
and zapping)
- Hold it!
Notify the detectives!
Easy, easy.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Lieutenant] Hi Cody,
there's been a shooting.
- Where at?
Look, I don't care who
the victims are, Lieutenant.
- [Lieutenant] I want you there.
- All right.
But remember, Friday's
Robert's graduation
and there's no way
I'm gonna miss it.
- [Lieutenant] I' sorry.
- Well you don't
have to be sorry.
You have a choice,
you're just not making it.
- [Lieutenant] Bye.
- Lisa, you're up
a little early huh?
- I heard the phone ring, Dad.
Besides, I have a lot of work
to do around the house today
before I go to work.
- Did they let you off on Friday
for your brother's
graduation yet?
- I should know today.
You want some coffee?
- No, they had a shooting
at Sullivan Gardens.
I don't know when I'll be back.
Hey, you feel a little
clammy, are you all right?
- I'm fine, just fine.
- Oh, now maybe you
should try to go to bed
a little earlier, huh?
You don't want
anything to get in the way
of the biggest day
of our lives, do we?
God rest her soul, I wish
your mother could be here
to see Robert.
(car starting)
(tense music)
- See anything?
- I would say three grams each.
Fine light out of spec.
- Hey, Hooker.
Look like you got this
all locked down, huh?
- This one yours?
- I'm it, the whole on it.
- Downtown's crazy.
Too much to do and not
enough manpower to do it.
And the clock is ticking
on this one already.
- Yeah I hear you.
They tell me this might
be a dope ripoff, huh?
- Yeah, that's Hooker's theory.
- Five balloons
filled with heroin
found on the dead one.
And it was execution style.
- Yeah, a homicide
on the South End,
black dope dealers.
- Are you suggesting
the brass is maybe saving
the real manpower for
the better sections of town?
- Oh, now it crossed
my mind once or twice.
- Hey, this is my beat and
I don't care to have them
save me from anything.
- Come on, Hooker,
you know I need help.
If I can't get
detectives, I'll take
all the uniforms you guys
can talk the Captain out of.
- Do me a favor.
Call O'Brien, have
him nudge the Captain
for some off-duty manpower.
Say eight uniform teams,
three in plainclothes.
Have some in motor
transport to standby.
And a couple of iron eyes.
- A nudge, what are
you waging a war?
- That's how Hooker knows.
He hasn't changed a lick.
- That's also the way to
solve this type of homicide.
I vote we stay on it
till we nail the person.
Or the trail is so cold
you could pack it fish.
This one took a
full load in the back,
hands tied with a thin cord.
Body picked clean,
no ID, no nothing.
- What about the second victim?
- Still alive, Stacy's with him.
She's going for a
dying declaration.
- Look, you may
die, you know that.
Tell me, who are
you, who did this?
(panting)
- The guy was cut in half
and still with his feet tied
made it 60 or 70 feet.
Incredible.
- Yeah, and small
diameter looks like nylon.
- Let's have the lab make a
comparison of all the cords,
see if they're cut
from the same line.
- Sounds like
we're on this case.
- My ex partner needs some help.
We just volunteered.
- I thank you and the South
End of town thanks you.
(light music)
You know something, Hooker?
All my adult life I
worked in the South End.
Not just as a cop, but as a
member of the community.
Organizations, action
groups, cleanup campaigns.
But heroin, whew, just when
you think is knocked down
gets right back.
- I know, it's a war.
Those yellow balloons
have been down the streets
more than six months now.
- Yeah, creating a whole
new generation of addicts.
- And the shootout
with different gangs
have jammed the books
with unsolved homicides.
Unsolved because we don't
sink enough manpower into them.
- Well maybe we can prove
something this time, eh partner?
- Why do you
think I volunteered?
- Romano just called.
He was able to run
down a dispatch ticket
that put an Impala
at a disturbance call
at 2422 Marine Avenue.
About 30 minutes
before the shooting.
Neighbors across
the street reported it.
- That's it.
- You asked him to
check for anything
involving a light green Impala.
- Well, we'd take
anything we can get.
- He say anything?
- He got this phone number out.
I asked who shot
him but I'm not sure
if he heard me.
- I'll check it out.
- Anything besides the number?
- I barely got that
down before he fainted.
I never went for a
dying declaration before.
It's tough making sure
they know they're gonna die.
- You did fine.
Your father was looking
for you after roll call.
- I know, we had a blowup.
It's a little
strained right now.
- Work it out.
He loves you.
- He smothers me.
- Your new flame
not getting approval?
- Nothing gets
approval, it never did.
Seems lately that
everything I do is wrong.
- The are code
and prefix puts it
in the Coronado Chula
Vista area below San Diego.
- That's right near the border.
- Mhmm.
- That gives the built ripoff
theory a little more weight.
Buyers rip off the
sellers with the dope
and then hire shooters
to eliminate them.
- Yeah, if the evidence
supports the theory,
we have two suspects to find.
The buyers and the shooters.
- Stacy, you head
back to the squad room.
See if you can take up any
of the coordinating slack.
And while you're
at it, have Corrigan
call the Chula Vista number.
See if he can come up
with some ID for our patient.
I'm gonna start with
the marine address.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Who?
- Officer Corrigan of the LCPD.
May I ask your name please?
- Webster, Carolyn Webster.
What is it you want?
- We have a man who's been hurt.
He gave us this phone number.
- George?
Is it George?
- We're not sure who he is.
This George, can you
tell me more about him?
- He's my husband.
He left here yesterday.
- I need his full name
and a description please.
- George Webster.
He's six feet, about 180 pounds.
Look, what's happened to him?
- Can you tell me the
purpose of his trip?
Why he came here,
where he was staying?
- I don't know.
He just took a trip is all.
I don't know his business.
- Mrs. Webster, it's important
that you tell me the truth.
- What's happened to him?
- I feel awkward having
to give you this news
over the phone.
He's been shot.
He's seriously wounded,
another man was killed.
Now could you
please tell me what...
(slamming)
(phone ringing)
- And anyway this
bunch of guys are fighting
and yelling inside that
house across the street.
So when I'm looking
out the window
I see them all come out.
They still have someone in
the backseat of the Impala
and two of them split.
The other guys, the guys
who live there took off.
So we called the cops.
- You know their names, Danny?
- They moved to the
house about six months ago
with furniture and everything.
I think they're brothers.
- What kind of wheels
were they driving?
- A Cad De Ville.
Brown, spoked wheels,
gangster white walls, leather chair.
They look really cool in it.
- Did you see any people or cars
coming to that house
on a regular basis?
- You know, a lot
of people in and out.
There is this one girl
though who's been around
quite a bit.
A looker.
Drives a red VW.
She was there about an
hour before the fighting started.
- You wouldn't have
noticed license numbers
on any of those cars,
would you Danny?
- No, except that girl's car.
There was something
written on the window.
Something like Red
Rocket, something like that.
- Well, thank you, Danny.
- Okay, bye.
- Blood on the front door.
On the walkway.
It ends at the driveway here.
- Would you bet that
something stuffed in the backseat
was our victims?
- No bet, let's prove it.
With the vehicle after I
run in that red Volkswagen.
- Hooker.
That red VW won't
be on the computer.
It's my daughter's car.
(somber music)
(light music)
The car is gone, she
wasn't due work for an hour.
- Must be some mistake.
Maybe she loaned
her car to her girlfriend.
- I'd like to know
what kind of girlfriend
she was hanging around with.
Lisa?
I'll take a look in her bedroom.
- Oh, I remember the poker
games we used to have here.
You made a switch
to Fish anytime Robert
and Lisa were around.
- Lisa's gone.
Clothing, suitcase.
Why, I don't
understand any of it.
- I can only come up
with one explanation.
I hope to God this isn't it.
(somber music)
- 16 people?
How long do you intent
to keep this up, Hooker?
- As long as necessary.
If we let this thing go,
town's gonna get dirtier.
Heroin's a commodity
worldwide, barren gold.
I mean the Turks are
pulling their poppies
and Mexicans are
turning out the brown H.
And we've become the
international marketplace
for every drug
dealer and rip artist
who can find their way here.
- You think I don't know that?
You seem to be forgetting
my manpower problems.
- If we don't start solving
these kinds of homicides,
things are gonna get worse.
Let them get the message.
In this town, they
fall for murder.
Maybe they'll think twice
before they start grabbing
for the market here.
Or dealing here, killing here.
- All right, you stay on it.
But in 36 hours I pull the plug
and the case goes back to Cody
or whoever else
downtown puts on the case.
- Takes his place?
- You know what I'm
talking about, Hooker.
- At this point, Lisa's
involvement in the case
is only speculation.
- Look, I wouldn't
need much more
than that piece of balloon.
- I've got every street
source that owes me a marker
looking for her.
I mean she could
be in real danger.
How do you tell her
father to get off the case?
- You know the answer
to that one, Hooker.
Personal involvement.
- It's family.
I've known Lisa
since she was born.
Cody was my partner.
And we can't cut them off.
We need him as
much as he needs us.
- Family, huh?
All right, all right Hooker.
But I'm holding you responsible.
- I wouldn't have
it any other way.
(door slamming)
(phone ringing)
- Romano here.
Captain.
Yeah, sure, just a second.
Stacy, it's your dad
on the comm line.
- Tell him I'm busy,
will you Vince?
- [Romano] Yeah but he said...
- I'm busy, I don't
want to talk to him.
- Yeah but,
Captain, my mistake,
she just stepped out.
This morning
watch, I'm telling you,
it's screwing up
all of our lives.
- Well, she's your daughter.
And she may be involved
but not in the way you think.
- Then why is there a
balloon in my house?
Three months ago she got fired
and never said a word to me.
- Maybe she was too embarrassed.
- Well something
better happen soon.
35 hours from now,
I've got a plane to catch.
- We'll be out of leads and
manpower by then anyway.
Where are you going?
- Westpoint, Robert's
graduation exercises.
- Are you kidding me?
Robert's graduating already?
- Lieutenant Robert Cody.
Graduating with honors, Hooker.
- You must be very proud.
- To put in words what I
feel would only minimize it.
(radio beeping)
- [Stacy On Radio]
90 to X Ray 30.
- 30, go ahead, 90.
- Hooker, the utilities
check on 2422 Marine
comes back to a Norman Powell.
We're doing an RNI
Check on the name now.
- Roger.
We'll be here.
Standby.
Let's ride.
(intense music)
(tires screeching)
Police, up against the car!
- Now, now.
I just bet you're one
of the Powell brothers.
(tires screeching)
(shattering)
- Hit the brakes!
Before I take your head off!
(crashing and skidding)
Call that guy!
Give me your hand.
Come on, give me your hand.
Move, move, move!
(booming)
(handcuffs clicking)
Now let's talk
about an execution.
(light music)
- Bad news?
- They took Webster
back to surgery.
You wanna tell Hooker?
- When he comes
out, you tell him.
- Distribution source
for those yellow balloons
out here are smart and carry.
They are trying to
collate repeat purchasers
for us right now.
- Good.
- By the way, what do you say,
next time handling your
problems to your dad yourself?
I wasn't exactly thrilled
being caught in the middle.
- Nobody asked you
to be in the middle.
I was busy and his call
wasn't business, that's all.
- Hey, Stacy, I sympathize
with your situation at home.
You don't have
to bite my head off.
It's tough enough
having to survive as a cop
without having the
Captain on my tail.
- I'm sorry.
The problem is I'm not at home.
He's still trying
to run my life.
At work and off hours.
- Yeah, I get it long distance
from South Philly myself.
- The last straw was,
never mind.
- They get anything
from this guy?
- Zip.
They're working on Norman now.
They both refuse to
consent search of the house.
No real alibi.
Search warrant's in the works.
- What about Cody's daughter?
- That's one piece of what
they're working on now.
- [Hooker] You wanna play
games, we can play games.
You're looking at a deep
hole behind steel doors, mister.
- Look man, if you're
doing a murder,
that means somebody
is dead, right?
And dead men don't talk.
So how can you say
that I did somebody?
You ain't got no witnesses.
- [Hooker] I can say
you and your brother
had it done, Powell.
- Telephone number.
KL52636.
- Lady I know.
- How well do you know her?
- Well now you're getting
kind of personal there,
ain't you, Sergeant?
- Well you listen punk,
I'm asking questions
about that girl.
And every single answer
better come fast and hard
or I'll find a
gutter to stuff you
and your dope in!
- Back off.
Give us the answers, or
I'll help him find the gutter.
- Yeah, all right, all right.
Lisa, name's Lisa.
I take care of her,
she take care of me.
Anything else you
wanna know, man?
Hey man, what are you?!
- What are you
saying about my Lisa?!
- What is it, man, you know her?
Oh, what.
Now, now, that
little chippy told me.
Yeah, a lot of bad
things about her daddy.
But now she didn't
tell me he was no cop.
What do you know about that?
I've been laying
up with a junkie
who's got a cop for an old man!
Man come on!
Man, get off me.
Get him off of me.
- Yeah you sit down there.
You come with me, come here!
Knock it off!
- He called her a
junkie, my little girl.
He called our Lisa a junkie.
- This wouldn't
be police brutality
I was witness to, would it?
- What do you want, Schneider?
- My clients the
Powell brothers,
they did have one phone call.
- In there.
And after you're done,
the booking charge
is murder one, no bail.
- [Schneider] Sounds like a
real challenge, Hooker, Cody.
- I can't tell you
how sorry I am.
- Yeah, so now Lisa's
a principal witness
or a suspect.
I got to put out an APB
on my own daughter.
- We'll find her
first, I promise you.
- Cody.
The DA needs you for
the search warrant affidavit.
Thinks it'll take
the rest of the night.
- Let's go, partner,
we both got work to do.
- I'm gonna wash up first.
Suddenly I feel kind of dirty.
- When that sleazeball
attorney leaves,
I want a tail put on him.
As long as it takes.
- Where do you
think he's gonna go?
- Wherever Powell tells him to.
Hey Ernie.
Nine will get you 10, this cord
is an exact match to
the cord that our victims
were tied up with.
Wanna have a
lab prove it for us?
- Hey brother, I told you.
And what you mean, man?
I told you I'm sitting
in for Norman, my man.
Well hey I'll tell
you what I'd do,
you wanna score?
Hold up man, I'll call
you back later, huh?
Now, all right give
me your number.
Okay.
Yeah brother, you'll be
hearing from us, good thing.
Yeah, man, later.
Oh man, every junkie in
town trying to make a score.
- Keep scamming.
Keep the narcs busy for a year.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah?
Yeah this is the place.
- Webster's overnight
case, ID, Chula Vista
on his license.
- Well, that puts
Webster in the house.
- The other ID belongs
to the dead man.
His driver license
and picture indicate
his name is Coleman
Young from Coronado.
- Yeah, that connects.
Got it right here, San Diego PD
picked up a street rumor
that Webster and Young
came in with a two
kilo load of 80% pure.
Now Webster's wife is at
the hospital with him now.
And he's gonna make it, Hooker.
- Now we have
someone to talk to.
Powells are down.
That leaves one Impala
and two hired shooters to go.
- And maybe one
female accomplice.
- It'll work out.
- Will it?
- Everybody is dead, Webster.
And you're missing
half your guts.
It's just real possible
the hunt isn't over.
- But,
you said the
Powells are in jail.
- They are, and their
lawyer, Art Schneider
is their only contact so far.
He'll try legal ways
to shut people up
but that doesn't
take into account
the two shooters Powells
hired to ice you and your buddy.
And they're still out
there on the loose.
- George, please, I'm afraid.
- We came up with two keys.
The Powells were
supposed to pay.
Instead they ripped.
Brought in two
dudes in contract.
To hit us.
One was called Doc.
The other Titus.
Never seen them before.
- He connects the Powells.
- What about the
suspects in the Impala?
- Can't ID them.
- But we still have a solid
conspiracy on the Powells.
- Yeah but nothing
against the hired shooters.
Without them we
don't have a case.
- This might put
some life into it.
Surveillance team
on Schneider put him
in this restaurant
on Main street.
- With Lisa?
- Powell's mouthpiece
with Jim's daughter
doesn't look good.
- It's not over yet,
Jim, not by a long shot.
- The Powell brothers are
gonna pay for all the expenses.
And you've got the best
attorney in this town, all right?
Hey, what's this?
- Call it a reception.
You taking the lamb to
slaughter or what, Schneider?
- Booker, Daddy?
- What are you doing
with this hoodlum lawyer?
- I'll have you brought
up on charges, Cody.
You're violating
the civil rights of...
- What do you know
about civil rights?
- Take your hands off of me.
I am an officer of the court.
- Jim!
We got a case to make.
If you're out of
control, I can't afford...
- You're not gonna
pull me off this case.
- No, I can't.
But the Captain damn well can.
And I'll see to it that he does
unless you pull
yourself together.
Where was he taking you to?
- I'm advising my
client not to talk
and I'll tell you right
up front, Hooker.
She won't waive her rights.
- That's my daughter, Schneider.
Not one of your sleaze clients.
Lisa, what are
you doing with him?
- I'm accepting Mr. Schneider's
offer to represent me.
- That's Powell's lawyer.
The doper's mouthpiece!
- Yes, Powell, a man who
cares something about me.
- Cares something about you?
It's pipe tracks.
Is that how he cares?
(somber music)
- All right, put it this way.
I'm surrendering Lisa.
Now book her and
I'll arrange for a rip.
- Simple, looking after
your client's best interest,
are you Mr. Schneider?
- Naturally.
- Lisa, a lawyer's
supposed to represent
his client's best interest.
Have you ever wondered
how he's gonna do that
and at the same time represent
his other two clients,
the Powell brothers?
- Now wait a minute.
- Now you wait a minute!
Lisa, ask him if he's
gonna represent you
in the courtroom.
- Mr. Schneider?
- It's not that I don't want
to represent you, Lisa.
My associate is
perfectly capable.
- That's his flunky.
Lisa, if you're in real trouble
I know enough about
this case to tell you
that there's a very good chance
that you'll be offered
immunity for your testimony.
- Hooker, I object...
- Mr. Schneider
wouldn't like that
because it's not in the
interest of his other clients.
(light music)
Lisa, I've known
you a long time.
I wanna help you.
Trust me.
How did it start, Lisa?
- [Lisa] Inside a party.
- I didn't bring you
up that way, girl.
- No you didn't
bring me up, period.
All my life all I've been is
a piece of furniture to you.
Everything was always Robert.
- Don't bring your
brother's name into this filth.
- This filth made me feel good.
For the first time
in years, I felt good!
Do you know what that means?
- Yeah it means
you're an addict, Lisa.
- Look, I wanted to stop.
But I can't.
- You can.
- No, I can't!
- Yes you can, with help.
But now you've gotta help us.
- I really didn't understand
what was happening.
Those two guys from
San Diego came to town
to sell to Norman.
Next thing I knew, Norman
had me take a ride with them.
Told those guys he was
going to pick up their money.
- Was that when you went
to that place in aviation?
- That's where Doc lives.
That's the first
time I ever met him.
When we got there, Norman
gave Doc a downpayment,
said he'd get 3,000 more
once the job was done.
I really didn't understand
then what the job was.
That's Doc's place there.
It was number seven.
- No green Chevy.
What about this Doc's friend?
What'd he say his
name was, Titus?
- He showed up later
at Norman's with Doc.
- In the Impala?
- That's when Norman
told me to go on home.
- And that's when the
two guys from San Diego
got bullets instead of money.
- I swear to God I didn't know
they were planning to kill them.
- X Ray 30 to 90.
- Go, 30.
- Dispatch a plain car to stake
1012 Aviation number seven
and to wait for them
Powell and notify.
- Roger, and
Corrigan just called in.
He said that lawyer
Schneider showed up
at the hospital asking
questions about Webster.
He knows now that
Webster's not dead.
Doubled the guard.
- Got it.
- What's all that mean?
- When Schneider pulled
you out of the restaurant,
he said he was
taking you to the office
to discuss your legal defense.
My guess is, he's planning
a new Powell contract
with the shooters.
We got in the way of that.
- I don't understand.
- Schneider is Powell's
only link with the outside.
Webster's testimony,
your corroboration,
makes you the only
people alive who can put
the Powell brothers away.
- You mean?
- That's right.
Your boyfriend
wants Webster dead.
He wants you dead, Lisa.
- Hooker, surveillance
team has an Impala
at Doc's Motel.
Guy matching the
description Lisa gave
just walked into unit seven.
- Call a car.
You make the stiff
call to the motel.
And then take Lisa
over to your place.
Try and occupy her
with these mug books
and plenty of oranges.
She's coming down.
It'll help the withdrawals.
Lisa, you're gonna go to
Stacy's place, you understand?
To Stacy's place.
- She's been using
for three months.
I never saw the symptoms.
Why?
Baby,
how did you hide it from me?
- It was easy, Daddy.
You only saw Robert, never me.
- Come on, partner, we
got a suspect to flush out.
It'll work out, Jim.
There's too much
there for it not too.
- Yeah I remember she was five.
At the first day
of kindergarten.
She was so proud
when I ironed her dress
and fixed her hair
with the yellow ribbons.
Should have seen those
big brown eyes sparkle.
They're ready.
- X Ray 30 to 90.
Put it in, Stacy.
- Roger.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Is that you, Doc Honey?
- Yeah, what's happening?
Now I wonder, who
is this fine woman
I be talking to?
- Throw it down or
say goodbye, killer.
- [Hooker] Stacy, we
might have gotten lucky.
It seemed Doc was a photo buff.
We found albums
in his motel room
filled with pictures
of him and his friends.
- [Stacy] You want me to
take Lisa to my place now?
- [Hooker] Right, meet me there.
I want Lisa to take a
look at Doc's photos
and see if she can ID
this Titus we're looking for.
- I don't know nothing.
- Yeah, you just drove
the car, we know that.
But you've been hung out to dry.
All I want is a name,
the man with you.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- I'm talking about Titus!
Where is he?
- Titus who?
- You're gonna ride this
thing for Norman Powell?
Norman rolled over on
you, you gonna do that?
Get in.
(light music)
Can you hang on a
little while longer, Lisa?
Look at these pictures.
- I'll try.
- Can I get you anything, Lisa?
- Look at you.
Hype, you're strung out hype.
- That's right.
Right now I'll give
my life for a fix
but you wouldn't understand
that now, would you?
- Why are you saying
these things to me?
I love you!
- You love Robert!
And you loved
momma but never me!
Momma died giving me life
and you've never been
able to forgive me for that.
(somber music)
- Maybe this will help.
- It's not true, Hooker,
I never felt that.
- Well why don't you
try telling her that?
- You've had enough, Lisa.
Let us take you to the hospital.
- No, let me finish.
I wanna do this, please.
- She's in such terrible pain.
- Maybe she's trying
to prove something.
- It's been two weeks since
I last spoke to my father.
Guess I was furious at
him for not letting me go.
God how it must hurt
not to have someone
to hold on to.
- [Lisa] This could be him.
I'm sure this is him.
- Are you positive?
- There's no
question that's him.
- Try Jackson.
- He's got a Titus Jackson,
617 South North Gate.
- [Romano] You have a suspect?
- Set up roll call
for a briefing.
- How's Lisa?
- He's doing fine, Jim.
Stacy will take
her to the hospital.
(coughing)
(somber music)
- When you see Robert,
tell him that I'm very proud.
That I love him very much.
(coughing)
- We've got a
killer to take down.
(phone ringing)
- [Titus] Yeah?
- [Stacy] Titus Jackson?
- Yeah.
- [Stacy] This is the police.
We have you surrounded,
do exactly as I tell you.
(cocking)
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
(uptempo music)
(siren blaring)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- Give up Titus!
There's no way out
but the hard way.
You're done, man, it's over.
You hear me, Titus?
Do you hear me?
(gun firing)
(somber music)
Damn shame if you die.
We have a hell of a case on you.
(light music)
48 hours and we got a wrap.
I think we proved that if
we put enough manpower
on the right place
at the right time
and keep them there long enough,
you can knock down the
unsolved homicide rate.
At least that's what us
volunteers are doing here, right?
(applause)
- 48 hours, you wanna
believe I'm not even tired?
I guess this morning
watch thing can work.
You put a weeks
worth in one shot.
- Bet you could use
a few days sleep.
- Not really.
I'm making lunch for my father.
I told him to use his
key if he beats me
to the apartment.
How's that for an adjustment?
- Wrapped, 45 minutes to spare.
Can I give you a
ride to the airport?
- I'm not going.
- What, I thought you said
you were gonna go down there
and see your boy,
- Hey, Robert will understand.
I have a daughter
here who needs me
a whole lot more right now.
Look,
it's really been good
working with you again.
- You need anything, anytime.
- I know.
Thanks a lot, my friend.
(light music)
- Operator, direct call wire.
They could charge to my
home number 5553012.
Chrissy!
How's my girl?
Oh, oh everything's fine.
I'm just calling you
'cause I wanted to tell you
I was thinking about you
and I want you to know
how much daddy loves you.
(light music)
(energetic music)