T.J. Hooker (1982–1986): Season 5, Episode 12 - Shootout - full transcript
Hooker, Corrigan and Stacy pose as bank employees to capture a gang that has already slain one police officer during a bank robbery.
(exciting music)
(funky music)
- You see him?
- No.
- Maybe he's inside the church.
- Well, why don't you go look?
You're dressed for it.
- Four X-ray 30
to four X-ray 16.
Nothing out here, any luck?
- Negative.
- Keep your eyes open.
That pimp knows there's
a warrant out for him.
And ad vice says he's
usually armed, be careful.
- Think ad vice could spare
these wheels for the weekend?
We'll call it a
special assignment.
- Why Jim, white
Rolls, that's just not you.
- This is a real waste of time.
I bet 10 minutes after
he beat up the girl
he was on a flight
to San Francisco.
- I don't think so.
If he leaves town, then
all the other players
are gonna be
grabbing up his girls.
- Yeah.
When he comes back in six weeks,
no money, no flash, no girls.
You're right.
Let's give it another half hour.
(radio beeping)
- [Woman] All
units in the vicinity,
we have a silent alarm from
the Great West Pacific Bank
at 13145 Avalon, code two.
- [Cop] Four Adam nine
to central, responding.
- That's close,
let's roll on it.
(exciting music)
(tires screeching)
- Guard with his gun.
- [Man] Let's get out of here.
- Wait.
(baby crying)
Officer.
- Get back!
Get back!
(gun fires)
(baby cries)
(guns firing)
- It's gonna be all right.
(guns firing)
- Can't get to the car,
what are we gonna do?
- Behind there.
- Oh no.
- Move!
(guns firing)
- We gotta get that other cop
before they get an army in here.
(guns firing)
(groaning)
- Take it easy now,
just take it easy.
My partner's been hit bad,
and they've got a hostage.
- [Hooker] Hostage, don't shoot.
- Now what?
We're never gonna
get out of here.
- Shut up.
- Levering, come with me.
- Four X-ray 16, request
an ambulance at...
(gun firing drowns out voice)
- [Hooker] You drive.
- Officer down, need assistance.
(car accelerating)
- Come here.
- [Officer] Ah, no!
(gun firing and
glass shattering)
- We're pinned down.
(tires screeching)
Suspects have opened fire
and are holding a hostage.
- Where did you
park your car, honey?
- Over there.
- Well, show us baby, fast.
- An ambulance is on the way.
- Where are the keys to the car?
The keys?
- On the sun visor.
- Get in!
- Please don't let them!
- Pin them down till
I get this car started!
- Stay with him.
(siren wailing)
Hold it!
(guns firing)
(explosion booms)
(exciting music)
(radio chattering)
- Four X-ray 30, suspects in
the Great West Pacific Bank
robbery have just escaped
in a blue 1980 sedan,
partial license plate
number one Baker Charlie Baker.
Occupants: one black female,
two male Caucasians.
They're armed, and
they're dangerous,
and they have taken
a female hostage.
- [Woman] Roger X-ray 30,
all units, be on the lookout.
- You're gonna be all right.
Help is on the way.
All you gotta do
is hang on, okay?
- Hooker.
That woman, she
had a 357 magnum.
And she liked to use it.
- Don't.
(siren wailing)
My god, you're so pretty.
(soft piano music)
- A lousy 2700.
- Oh, everybody must be
putting their money in IRAs.
- It's nothing!
And shooting that cop is
gonna bring heavy trouble.
- So let them sue me.
I'm not worried, baby.
- What are we gonna do now?
- If you're scared you can
crawl in a hole somewhere
and pull it in after you.
- All right, take
it easy Lorett.
Look, none of us are quitting
while we're behind, okay?
- Please, can't you let me out?
You don't need me
anymore, you're safe now.
- Well, uh, that's
Georgie's department.
You want to let her go, Georgie?
- Oh, I don't think so.
Not just yet.
(indistinct radio chatter)
- This is gonna take a while.
You all right?
- I will be.
His partner said he
just transferred in Friday.
He wore a wedding ring.
- Yeah, he had two
kids, a boy and a girl.
- Who's gonna tell them?
- There's a team
of investigators
on their way to his
house right now.
They'll make the notification.
- Procedure.
- That's right.
When something
like this happens,
that's what gets you through it.
Procedure.
- It's funny, I put on
these street clothes special
and I thought, "Well,
vice is sending us out
"to play games again."
Now I've got a dead
man's blood on it.
- You go back to the
station, get changed.
I'll handle things here.
(light music)
(funky music)
I turned our little vice
caper over to ad vice.
- Is that what you
wanted, Hooker?
- Yeah, thank you.
As you all know, we're swamped.
Ad narc and bank robbery
detail have called on us
for additional personnel.
- Someone said Sgt.
Hooker keeps volunteering us.
- Volunteering?
I thought you guys
were requesting.
(phone ringing)
Hooker.
Yeah, where?
Joanne McCormick, that's it.
We'll send in an SID team.
Harper City police.
They found the hostage's
car abandoned in an alley.
Must have had a switch
parked someplace.
- What about the hostage?
- All we have is this picture,
it was taken six months ago.
So we have a
fresh party of three.
Two male Caucasians,
one black female.
The leader is smart,
troops are dangerous,
and we've got to take them out.
- Anything on the
one who was killed?
- A street thug named
Terry Chambers.
His rap sheet
doesn't show him tied
to anyone in particular, so
he's probably an extra gun
they picked up.
Oh, one more thing,
there's a requiem mass for
Officer Baker tomorrow morning
at St. Paul's church
on Pacific Avenue.
That's it.
(phones ringing)
(officers chatting)
- Stace.
Everything all right?
- Yeah, fine.
- In the briefing, you seemed
like you were somewhere else.
- Oh, maybe I'm just tired.
It's business as usual.
- Hey, I understand.
What happened, Baker
dying in your arms,
it's not exactly
a routine patrol.
- Still part of
being a cop, right?
- Sure.
(officers chanting)
But I've been your
partner a long time.
Ease up on yourself.
- Stop worrying, Jim.
Nothing's bothering me.
- Look, I know you
don't want to talk about it
and I don't want to come
off like a grandmother, but...
- Good, 'cause you'd
look terrible in a shawl
and sensible shoes.
- Stacy.
I've been there.
I know what it's like to
watch a guy die like that.
- Do you, Jim?
- First thing you do is wonder
why you couldn't have
done more to save him.
Then you feel guilty because
you made it and he didn't.
Then you start thinking
about the next time.
You figure your turn's
right around the corner.
You know what I'm talking about?
(soft music)
(soulful horn music)
- Color guard,
ten-hut!
Port arms.
Half right, face.
Ready.
(guns clicking)
Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing)
Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing)
Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing)
A-ten-hut!
Half left, face.
Present
arms.
Color guard, take your posts.
(somber music)
- [Man] Order.
Parade rest.
(sighs)
- Mrs. McCormick, I'd like
you to identify the people
in some photographs, if you can.
These are blow
ups of the pictures
taken by the surveillance
cameras in the bank.
You recognize anybody?
- That's the woman.
- [Hooker] What about the rest?
- (sighs) It's them, all right.
- Did you ever see
them in the bank before?
- No.
- Is there anything you need?
There's a drugstore
on the corner.
It's better than
the hospital kit.
- No, thanks.
- Mrs. McCormick, did
anything else happen to you
when they had you?
Before you were shot?
- [Joanne] Why
should you think that?
- Maybe because I'm a woman too.
- I fought back as
much as I could.
They held me.
And then...
One of them raped me
in the back seat of the car.
- Were you blindfolded
when it happened?
- Yes.
- But you saw the
man, didn't you?
- How do you know that?
- Because she's a cop.
Like me.
You were hiding something,
weren't you, Mrs. McCormick?
- Do I have to
go into all of this?
- No, you don't.
But he's probably done the
same thing to other women
and he may have
been arrested for it,
and if he has,
there's a good chance
that we can identify him
from the file on sex criminals.
- It might be him in the
pictures, but I'm not sure.
- All right, that's
enough for now.
Thank you very much.
- Caroline roses.
First bloom is always a problem.
Can I help you?
- It could be.
Are you Mrs. Stanford Elliot?
- Why, yes, I am.
- Actually, I need to
talk with your husband.
- [Wife] Well, he's at
his place of business
this time of day.
I can get the address for you.
- Oh, I know the address.
What I want is for you
to call him on the phone
and tell him to come home.
- I won't do that.
- Sure you will.
(spooky music)
Me and some friends
want to meet him.
Inside, honey, and do it now.
(suspenseful music)
- You wanted to
see me, Mr. Elliot?
What's going on?
- There's a man out front.
He's tall and he's heavyset.
He's at the writing
desk, did you notice him?
- No.
- He was at my
house this morning
with a black woman
who told me that she had,
she killed that officer at
Great West Pacific Bank.
- Oh my god.
- She said she had a
gun in my wife's back.
And that to keep
silent, come home,
and see for myself.
And if I didn't, my wife
was a dead woman.
- What did you do?
- I went home.
There were three of them.
The two men, they
took me back here,
one's out in front,
one's in the parking lot.
- Well, why don't I slip
over to one of the phones...
- No, no no!
Don't do anything, please.
If I don't go out of
here with $100,000,
they're gonna kill Mary.
They mean it!
- We've got to do something.
- Shh!
No, no.
Nothing, nothing we can do.
I gotta go.
(sighs)
- She's really pushing it.
She was telling me
about that interview
with that young teller,
Joanne McCormick?
- She did a hell
of a job on that.
Joanne wasn't gonna
tell us about the rape.
Now we've got a description
of one of the suspects.
- Stacy told me
earlier she stopped by
to see some friends last night.
Never made it home,
never made it to bed.
- Where did she stop off?
- That all night
joint on Seventh,
jazz and close
dancing until dawn.
Cops she knows,
kids from her school,
I mean, they closed the place.
What is she trying to prove?
- Baker died holding
on to her arm.
She was trying to
get through to him,
stop him from dying.
Of course, she couldn't.
I think she blames
herself for it.
- Well, sooner or later
she's gonna have to let go.
- And when she does, one of us
better be there to catch her.
(siren wailing)
(people laughing)
(TV blaring)
(TV clicking)
- (sighs) It's taking too long.
Hope your husband didn't
turn stupid and try something.
If he did, he's a dead man.
- He's not stupid.
- Well you ought to know.
You like this kind of life?
Staying home waiting
for your old man.
Spraying flowers, fixing meals.
Getting up when he says so,
going to bed when he says so.
- Yes, I like it.
It's a good life.
We don't hurt anybody.
It's stable, secure.
- It's not too secure
right now, honey.
Now me, I like a
little more excitement.
I want something,
I just take it.
I don't need an old
man doing me favors.
You've never been
like that, have you?
You know, I really
feel sorry for you.
(car approaching)
It's them, not a cop in sight.
- Get in there!
- Mary, Mary!
- [Mary] Stan.
- You all right?
- Yes, I'm fine, how are you?
- (crying) They made me...
- [Mary] I know, I know.
- Let's get out of here.
You're driving us in your car.
- No, he's done
everything you want!
- It's all right.
- Come on!
- Look, you've got the
car, just leave us alone!
- You're making
me nervous, lady.
- It's all right, please,
she'll do anything you say!
- Leave me alone!
- Get him out of here.
Get out.
- I can tie her up and gag her.
- No, she knows too much.
Do it.
(sinister music)
- [Lorett] Get inside!
- Please, don't!
- You just better be
glad I took a liking to you.
Now get inside!
And get down on
the floor, get down!
- [Mary] No, no!
(gun firing)
(radio beeping)
- [Woman] All
units in the vicinity,
manager at the First Commercial
Bank is reported kidnapped.
It is believed
suspects are headed
for victim's home at
1335 Thatcher Street.
Two male Caucasians
are driving a burgundy van.
A third suspect, a black female,
is reported to already
be at the victim's address.
Suspects are armed and
considered dangerous.
- Four Adam 30, roger.
- Four Adam 16, we're
rolling backup to 30.
(exciting music)
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful music)
(woman crying hysterically)
- Oh please, you
gotta find him, please.
They've got my husband,
and they're gonna kill him.
I know it, I know it,
they're gonna kill him.
I know it.
(sobbing)
(indistinct radio chatter)
The man who did most of
the talking was well-dressed,
nice looking, in his 40s.
Isn't there any word
about my husband yet?
- We're doing all we can.
- Give it time, Mrs. Elliot.
The entire force
is on the alert.
We'll find him.
- Anything unusual
about these people?
Any accent, things
they did or said?
- I don't think so.
It was all so unexpected,
so frightening.
Either of the men
ever, uh, well,
make a pass at you?
- No.
Of course the two men
were only here a short time
while we waited for
Stan to come home.
Then they left with him.
- But you were here
alone with the woman
about an hour or so.
- Well yes, but she mostly
fiddled with the TV set.
Kept flipping the
dial all the time.
- Like she was looking
for a particular program?
- Yes, I guess so.
She said something
about a ballgame back east.
She kept flipping the
channel to channel nine.
Like she didn't know
the local stations.
- Might be from out of town.
That covers a lot of territory.
- [Hooker] Yeah, like
the rest of the world.
- Mrs. Elliot.
Is this your chip?
- No, it was hers, the woman's,
she kept rolling it back
and forth over her fingers.
- The Capri in Vegas.
Mrs. Elliot, they
found your husband.
- He's dead, isn't he?
- I'm sorry, yes.
(somber music)
(peppy music)
- Some interesting
stuff out of Las Vegas.
They've seen our teletype
of the bank robbers,
and they ran the whole
package through Nevada CII.
They came up with a match.
Carson City bank robbery
two months ago, same MO.
They picked up a
young bank cashier,
dropped him off later, dead.
One of them raped a hostage.
- Did you get an
ID on any of them?
- That's the good part.
They picked up a young guy
catching a flight to Las Vegas
named George Collins.
He fit the description
of the rapist,
but the hostage
wouldn't or couldn't
pick him out of a lineup
so they had to kick him free.
He's known to
associate with a man
by the name of John Fender.
- Can we get Collins' picture?
- Thanks.
- I paid Joanne McCormick
a visit 30 minutes ago.
She identified Collins as
the man who raped her.
- Las Vegas here we come.
You cut me in, Hooker.
I'm gonna go pack.
(patrons chatting)
- Talk about hyper.
You gonna take her?
- I think so.
You sit on things here, Jim.
Stacy is making all the
right moves on the surface
but here emotions
are all locked up.
Smiles on the outside, no
hint of what's going on inside.
- You think it's Baker's death.
- That, and Elliot's.
She's probably thinking
it could happen to her too
sooner instead of later.
(sniffling)
I thought there was something
behind all those
smiles in there.
- I'm okay, Hooker, really.
- You could have fooled me.
Or is that the point?
- I've just been under a
little pressure, that's all.
- A little, or a lot?
Come on, Stacy, this is Hooker.
Talk to me.
- I just can't get
him out of my mind.
- Baker?
- He didn't know he
was going to die that day.
Getting shot to death
isn't part of the routine.
- It's part of the job.
Every time you pin on the badge.
You know it could happen.
- I know that.
Maybe I'm just scared.
- Of what?
- It could have been me, not
Baker who took those bullets.
- It's a risk we take.
- But I don't know if I
can face that anymore.
- You'll know, Stacy.
And you'll do what
you have to do.
You have to deal with
it one step at a time
and the next step is Las Vegas.
(funky music)
Last time I was here I
went home a 30 buck winner,
you believe that?
- If you say so, Hooker.
Maybe you're luck's
in finding partners.
Mine have always been
ugly and unpleasant
and growing whiskers.
- Think of me in the same way.
I'm just one of the guys.
(laughing)
- I'll try, but it
won't be easy.
Okay, let me fill you in.
George Collins fitting
the right description
has had a room at the
Carriage Inn for three weeks.
Number 212, but he
hasn't been there much.
Among his visitors has been
a very attractive black woman
IDed as Lorett Blake.
- A former dealer at
one of the casinos.
- You got it.
- That sounds like our woman.
It sounds like our guy, too.
- Okay, well I got a
backup unit already rolling,
so uh, let's move.
- Let's go.
(light saxophone music)
The department records
show that Collins hangs out
with a man named John
Fender, you know him?
- Fender's a one
time flyboy gone sour.
He resigned in lieu
of a court martial.
- What charge?
- Grand theft.
Of course he didn't stand trial.
He ended up managing
a motel in the strip,
hustling where he
could, nothing big.
He's a good man gone bad.
- Well, we've all got
our own little problems.
- Look, Hooker, you
people made this case.
Ball's in your
court if you say so.
I'm holding a search warrant.
I've alerted the manager.
He says he thinks
Collins is in the room.
He's not sure about any others.
- Okay.
Stacy and I will
go in as a couple.
You get some men
on the other side there
to any windows
that might be there,
and get some
people on the landing.
- I could use the
bullhorn, try to talk him out.
- Got my vote on that one.
- No.
We'd have to
empty the place first
and Collins might catch on.
He's smart, and that
would guarantee a shootout.
This way we've got the element
of surprise working for us.
- It's your show.
How you going in?
- Right after my foot.
Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
- Hooker, I've got a
bad feeling about this.
- We've done it before, Stace.
And we'll do it again.
I'm depending on you.
(door clicking)
(gun firing)
(exciting music)
(grunting)
Stacy, it's over.
It's done.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that
right to remain silent,
anything you say can and
will be used against you
in a court of law.
- [Group] Hut, one two three.
Hut, one two three.
Hut.
(computer beeping)
- You know how this works?
- No, but I have a
sergeant who used to be
the best robbery
detective in the department
to show me how.
- And don't you forget it.
We fed the sum total of
all the information we had
from the two local hits
and the one in Carson City
into Patrick here, and in
Patrick's informed opinion,
there are nine prime
possible locations
they might go for.
Six are downtown, and three
are in the western section.
- Why are we so
sure Fender and Lorett
will be back in business?
- Because we got
Collins with their loot
before he could stash it.
- That's right.
They're gonna be frustrated,
hungry, and dangerous.
- Okay, it figures,
but how do we know
which one to stakeout?
- They're all going
to be staked out,
but this is the one
we're going to take.
And you know why?
- Sure, Patrick's first choice.
- That's a smart
cop, you know that?
We'll be using these
new wireless remotes.
Microphone, ear piece.
Powered by silver oxide cells.
- What's the range?
- We can talk to each other
from about three blocks away.
- Sounds great in theory.
- Sure does.
We'll see how it
works out in practice.
We'll change
clothes at the bank.
Let's go through the
drill one more time.
Lorett's entrance is our cue.
I'll alert the backup outside
and I'll take her in
the customer line
before she knows she's made.
Stacy, you'll back me up
from your position over there,
and Jim, you'll back up
the officers with Fender
from your position
over by the teller's desk.
Any questions?
- How do we get out
of this chicken outfit?
(suspenseful music)
- Find anything interesting?
- So far, just a pretty blonde
with a slight southern accent.
- That's a west Texas accent.
- Even better, like
deep in the heart of.
Cool it, it's not her.
- Close.
- Hooker.
- You got a problem?
- I could live
without this detail.
I mean, getting out in
the field is one thing,
but being here waiting,
playing sitting ducks
for those gun freaks
is something else.
- You're asking
me to pull you out?
- I thought maybe you'd
been thinking about it already.
- It's a hell of a way of
having this conversation
with a bug in my ear
and a bug in my tie.
I'll let you know when
I think you can't cut it.
(sighs)
- You know, I never
thought I'd get to the point
where I wouldn't ever want
to see another $10 bill again.
But I'm there.
You brooding?
- A little.
- Stacy?
- I'm beginning to
get worried about her.
- Come on.
Look, as a friend, relax, huh?
I mean, think about something,
something fun, something
you really want to do.
(jazzy music and
patrons chatting)
- Yeah.
I'm thinking.
That big blonde from west Texas.
She's 27 years old.
I wonder if she'd like to go
to San Francisco
for the weekend.
With a passionate,
free-spending,
affectionate man of the world.
- I'm gonna have to check
my schedule, Hooker.
I don't know how
soon I'll be available.
(chuckling)
- My fingers hurt from
typing mash notes
to Clint Eastwood all day.
I gather nothing happened
at any of the other banks.
- Nothing.
A waste of manpower, 50
cops sitting on their cans.
- How long is the department
going to let that go on?
- They've already
started to cut us back.
Two more days, that's it.
- Well Fender and Lady
Macbeth lost the 100,000
when we got George Collins.
They must have a hit in mind.
In fact, from their point
of view, they have to.
- Unless they got scared off
when we busted Collins.
- No, they like killing
people too much.
And they're going to keep on
doing it until they're stopped.
(people chatting)
- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Stacy Sheridan.
Are you new here?
- No, no, I'm
Anne St. Claire, hi.
I just had a couple days off.
But the manager filled me in.
Are you really part
of the stakeout?
- Yes, but there's nothing
for you to worry about.
If these people do come in,
just do what they say,
and you'll be all right.
Are you nervous?
- Yeah, you could say that.
- Don't be.
Here are pictures of
the two we're expecting.
Just do your regular
work like you always do,
and don't look for them.
- I've seen this girl,
right here in this bank!
- When?
- Like just a
couple of days ago,
before I took off,
maybe three days ago.
She came in asking about a loan.
So we filled out an application.
Here it is.
I was gonna show
it to the manager
because nothing that
she gave me checked out.
Names, addresses,
they were all phony.
But this is her,
this is the girl.
- Excuse me.
- Hooker, you copy?
- Roger.
- Lorett Blake was in this bank
the day before we
started our stakeout.
She filled out a
phony loan application.
- Looks like we've been chosen.
Stay alert.
- Relax, Anne, and
stop looking at the door.
(vase clatters)
(creepy music)
- How far behind are they?
- Relax.
They're right behind us.
- Hooker to control.
They've just entered
the bank, two suspects.
Proceed with plan.
Hooker to strike team.
Wait, do not enter bank.
They've picked
up some extra help.
Two male Caucasians.
Delay any action until
they leave the bank.
We don't want a
shootout in here.
Stacy, Carter, give
them the money.
We'll take them outside.
(suspenseful music)
- Next, please.
Good morning.
- That's the name for it, baby.
Get your hands up.
Everybody, shut
up and stand still!
You two lovebirds
over there, move,
get in the corner, now.
Everybody, stand still
or we'll blow holes in you.
Get your hands
up, now, everybody!
You over there, get
over in the corner, now.
- Fill the bag.
- Come on move, get
over in the corner, now.
Everybody get your hands up.
Did you hear me over there?
Get your hands up now!
- [Thug] Don't move.
- What's the matter over
here, get your hands up.
- Move, lady!
- Cool it, cool it.
Let them take the
money and leave.
- Remember me, honey?
- No, I mean I don't...
- Oh yeah, you remember me,
I did a whole number on you.
We're gonna
clean this place out.
And when we do, that
means I'm gonna have
a lot of money to spend.
Wanna come along for kicks?
- All right, knock it off.
Keep your eyes open, dammit.
- Shut up!
How come my
application's on top?
What's going on?
- Nothing, it's just routine.
- The references
in it didn't check out.
We have to report things
like that to the manager.
- Little Miss Cool with all
the answers, right, honey?
I don't remember you
being here the other day.
Let me see your purse.
I want to see what
you carry around.
And hand it over
real nice and slow like.
- I gotta get out of here.
Ow! (moaning)
(guns firing)
(intense music)
(guns firing)
- Drop the gun!
Move and I'll
blow your head off.
(gun fires)
- Get out of here!
- Fender!
Stop!
(gun firing)
(siren wailing)
(people clamoring)
Get an ambulance right away.
Well, this won't even slow
down your chasing girls.
- That may be the best
news I've had all day.
- Does this mean I'm gonna
have to bring you candy
and magazines and listen
to your complaints
about the nurses?
- Hey, I've never
complained about nurses yet.
Now that we know I'm
gonna live, how about you?
Are you okay?
- Sure.
We're cops.
We do what we have to.
Right, Hooker?
- That's right.
We do what we have to.
(soft music)
(people chatting)
- I'm really sorry to leave
you with all the paperwork.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
- Hey, Jim, I'll
check with you later.
Stacy.
You did a hell of a job there.
- Thanks.
Can I get out of here now?
- No.
The detectives from the
officer involved shooting team
are coming, you know that.
You thought it was gonna
be your turn to be hit next.
That was it, wasn't' it?
- I knew.
Baker died, Mr. Elliot
and the others.
I just knew there
was a bullet in this one
with my name all over it.
- Well let me tell
you what I knew.
When the chips are down,
class will out every time.
(soft music)
(exciting music)
(triumphant music)
(funky music)
- You see him?
- No.
- Maybe he's inside the church.
- Well, why don't you go look?
You're dressed for it.
- Four X-ray 30
to four X-ray 16.
Nothing out here, any luck?
- Negative.
- Keep your eyes open.
That pimp knows there's
a warrant out for him.
And ad vice says he's
usually armed, be careful.
- Think ad vice could spare
these wheels for the weekend?
We'll call it a
special assignment.
- Why Jim, white
Rolls, that's just not you.
- This is a real waste of time.
I bet 10 minutes after
he beat up the girl
he was on a flight
to San Francisco.
- I don't think so.
If he leaves town, then
all the other players
are gonna be
grabbing up his girls.
- Yeah.
When he comes back in six weeks,
no money, no flash, no girls.
You're right.
Let's give it another half hour.
(radio beeping)
- [Woman] All
units in the vicinity,
we have a silent alarm from
the Great West Pacific Bank
at 13145 Avalon, code two.
- [Cop] Four Adam nine
to central, responding.
- That's close,
let's roll on it.
(exciting music)
(tires screeching)
- Guard with his gun.
- [Man] Let's get out of here.
- Wait.
(baby crying)
Officer.
- Get back!
Get back!
(gun fires)
(baby cries)
(guns firing)
- It's gonna be all right.
(guns firing)
- Can't get to the car,
what are we gonna do?
- Behind there.
- Oh no.
- Move!
(guns firing)
- We gotta get that other cop
before they get an army in here.
(guns firing)
(groaning)
- Take it easy now,
just take it easy.
My partner's been hit bad,
and they've got a hostage.
- [Hooker] Hostage, don't shoot.
- Now what?
We're never gonna
get out of here.
- Shut up.
- Levering, come with me.
- Four X-ray 16, request
an ambulance at...
(gun firing drowns out voice)
- [Hooker] You drive.
- Officer down, need assistance.
(car accelerating)
- Come here.
- [Officer] Ah, no!
(gun firing and
glass shattering)
- We're pinned down.
(tires screeching)
Suspects have opened fire
and are holding a hostage.
- Where did you
park your car, honey?
- Over there.
- Well, show us baby, fast.
- An ambulance is on the way.
- Where are the keys to the car?
The keys?
- On the sun visor.
- Get in!
- Please don't let them!
- Pin them down till
I get this car started!
- Stay with him.
(siren wailing)
Hold it!
(guns firing)
(explosion booms)
(exciting music)
(radio chattering)
- Four X-ray 30, suspects in
the Great West Pacific Bank
robbery have just escaped
in a blue 1980 sedan,
partial license plate
number one Baker Charlie Baker.
Occupants: one black female,
two male Caucasians.
They're armed, and
they're dangerous,
and they have taken
a female hostage.
- [Woman] Roger X-ray 30,
all units, be on the lookout.
- You're gonna be all right.
Help is on the way.
All you gotta do
is hang on, okay?
- Hooker.
That woman, she
had a 357 magnum.
And she liked to use it.
- Don't.
(siren wailing)
My god, you're so pretty.
(soft piano music)
- A lousy 2700.
- Oh, everybody must be
putting their money in IRAs.
- It's nothing!
And shooting that cop is
gonna bring heavy trouble.
- So let them sue me.
I'm not worried, baby.
- What are we gonna do now?
- If you're scared you can
crawl in a hole somewhere
and pull it in after you.
- All right, take
it easy Lorett.
Look, none of us are quitting
while we're behind, okay?
- Please, can't you let me out?
You don't need me
anymore, you're safe now.
- Well, uh, that's
Georgie's department.
You want to let her go, Georgie?
- Oh, I don't think so.
Not just yet.
(indistinct radio chatter)
- This is gonna take a while.
You all right?
- I will be.
His partner said he
just transferred in Friday.
He wore a wedding ring.
- Yeah, he had two
kids, a boy and a girl.
- Who's gonna tell them?
- There's a team
of investigators
on their way to his
house right now.
They'll make the notification.
- Procedure.
- That's right.
When something
like this happens,
that's what gets you through it.
Procedure.
- It's funny, I put on
these street clothes special
and I thought, "Well,
vice is sending us out
"to play games again."
Now I've got a dead
man's blood on it.
- You go back to the
station, get changed.
I'll handle things here.
(light music)
(funky music)
I turned our little vice
caper over to ad vice.
- Is that what you
wanted, Hooker?
- Yeah, thank you.
As you all know, we're swamped.
Ad narc and bank robbery
detail have called on us
for additional personnel.
- Someone said Sgt.
Hooker keeps volunteering us.
- Volunteering?
I thought you guys
were requesting.
(phone ringing)
Hooker.
Yeah, where?
Joanne McCormick, that's it.
We'll send in an SID team.
Harper City police.
They found the hostage's
car abandoned in an alley.
Must have had a switch
parked someplace.
- What about the hostage?
- All we have is this picture,
it was taken six months ago.
So we have a
fresh party of three.
Two male Caucasians,
one black female.
The leader is smart,
troops are dangerous,
and we've got to take them out.
- Anything on the
one who was killed?
- A street thug named
Terry Chambers.
His rap sheet
doesn't show him tied
to anyone in particular, so
he's probably an extra gun
they picked up.
Oh, one more thing,
there's a requiem mass for
Officer Baker tomorrow morning
at St. Paul's church
on Pacific Avenue.
That's it.
(phones ringing)
(officers chatting)
- Stace.
Everything all right?
- Yeah, fine.
- In the briefing, you seemed
like you were somewhere else.
- Oh, maybe I'm just tired.
It's business as usual.
- Hey, I understand.
What happened, Baker
dying in your arms,
it's not exactly
a routine patrol.
- Still part of
being a cop, right?
- Sure.
(officers chanting)
But I've been your
partner a long time.
Ease up on yourself.
- Stop worrying, Jim.
Nothing's bothering me.
- Look, I know you
don't want to talk about it
and I don't want to come
off like a grandmother, but...
- Good, 'cause you'd
look terrible in a shawl
and sensible shoes.
- Stacy.
I've been there.
I know what it's like to
watch a guy die like that.
- Do you, Jim?
- First thing you do is wonder
why you couldn't have
done more to save him.
Then you feel guilty because
you made it and he didn't.
Then you start thinking
about the next time.
You figure your turn's
right around the corner.
You know what I'm talking about?
(soft music)
(soulful horn music)
- Color guard,
ten-hut!
Port arms.
Half right, face.
Ready.
(guns clicking)
Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing)
Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing)
Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing)
A-ten-hut!
Half left, face.
Present
arms.
Color guard, take your posts.
(somber music)
- [Man] Order.
Parade rest.
(sighs)
- Mrs. McCormick, I'd like
you to identify the people
in some photographs, if you can.
These are blow
ups of the pictures
taken by the surveillance
cameras in the bank.
You recognize anybody?
- That's the woman.
- [Hooker] What about the rest?
- (sighs) It's them, all right.
- Did you ever see
them in the bank before?
- No.
- Is there anything you need?
There's a drugstore
on the corner.
It's better than
the hospital kit.
- No, thanks.
- Mrs. McCormick, did
anything else happen to you
when they had you?
Before you were shot?
- [Joanne] Why
should you think that?
- Maybe because I'm a woman too.
- I fought back as
much as I could.
They held me.
And then...
One of them raped me
in the back seat of the car.
- Were you blindfolded
when it happened?
- Yes.
- But you saw the
man, didn't you?
- How do you know that?
- Because she's a cop.
Like me.
You were hiding something,
weren't you, Mrs. McCormick?
- Do I have to
go into all of this?
- No, you don't.
But he's probably done the
same thing to other women
and he may have
been arrested for it,
and if he has,
there's a good chance
that we can identify him
from the file on sex criminals.
- It might be him in the
pictures, but I'm not sure.
- All right, that's
enough for now.
Thank you very much.
- Caroline roses.
First bloom is always a problem.
Can I help you?
- It could be.
Are you Mrs. Stanford Elliot?
- Why, yes, I am.
- Actually, I need to
talk with your husband.
- [Wife] Well, he's at
his place of business
this time of day.
I can get the address for you.
- Oh, I know the address.
What I want is for you
to call him on the phone
and tell him to come home.
- I won't do that.
- Sure you will.
(spooky music)
Me and some friends
want to meet him.
Inside, honey, and do it now.
(suspenseful music)
- You wanted to
see me, Mr. Elliot?
What's going on?
- There's a man out front.
He's tall and he's heavyset.
He's at the writing
desk, did you notice him?
- No.
- He was at my
house this morning
with a black woman
who told me that she had,
she killed that officer at
Great West Pacific Bank.
- Oh my god.
- She said she had a
gun in my wife's back.
And that to keep
silent, come home,
and see for myself.
And if I didn't, my wife
was a dead woman.
- What did you do?
- I went home.
There were three of them.
The two men, they
took me back here,
one's out in front,
one's in the parking lot.
- Well, why don't I slip
over to one of the phones...
- No, no no!
Don't do anything, please.
If I don't go out of
here with $100,000,
they're gonna kill Mary.
They mean it!
- We've got to do something.
- Shh!
No, no.
Nothing, nothing we can do.
I gotta go.
(sighs)
- She's really pushing it.
She was telling me
about that interview
with that young teller,
Joanne McCormick?
- She did a hell
of a job on that.
Joanne wasn't gonna
tell us about the rape.
Now we've got a description
of one of the suspects.
- Stacy told me
earlier she stopped by
to see some friends last night.
Never made it home,
never made it to bed.
- Where did she stop off?
- That all night
joint on Seventh,
jazz and close
dancing until dawn.
Cops she knows,
kids from her school,
I mean, they closed the place.
What is she trying to prove?
- Baker died holding
on to her arm.
She was trying to
get through to him,
stop him from dying.
Of course, she couldn't.
I think she blames
herself for it.
- Well, sooner or later
she's gonna have to let go.
- And when she does, one of us
better be there to catch her.
(siren wailing)
(people laughing)
(TV blaring)
(TV clicking)
- (sighs) It's taking too long.
Hope your husband didn't
turn stupid and try something.
If he did, he's a dead man.
- He's not stupid.
- Well you ought to know.
You like this kind of life?
Staying home waiting
for your old man.
Spraying flowers, fixing meals.
Getting up when he says so,
going to bed when he says so.
- Yes, I like it.
It's a good life.
We don't hurt anybody.
It's stable, secure.
- It's not too secure
right now, honey.
Now me, I like a
little more excitement.
I want something,
I just take it.
I don't need an old
man doing me favors.
You've never been
like that, have you?
You know, I really
feel sorry for you.
(car approaching)
It's them, not a cop in sight.
- Get in there!
- Mary, Mary!
- [Mary] Stan.
- You all right?
- Yes, I'm fine, how are you?
- (crying) They made me...
- [Mary] I know, I know.
- Let's get out of here.
You're driving us in your car.
- No, he's done
everything you want!
- It's all right.
- Come on!
- Look, you've got the
car, just leave us alone!
- You're making
me nervous, lady.
- It's all right, please,
she'll do anything you say!
- Leave me alone!
- Get him out of here.
Get out.
- I can tie her up and gag her.
- No, she knows too much.
Do it.
(sinister music)
- [Lorett] Get inside!
- Please, don't!
- You just better be
glad I took a liking to you.
Now get inside!
And get down on
the floor, get down!
- [Mary] No, no!
(gun firing)
(radio beeping)
- [Woman] All
units in the vicinity,
manager at the First Commercial
Bank is reported kidnapped.
It is believed
suspects are headed
for victim's home at
1335 Thatcher Street.
Two male Caucasians
are driving a burgundy van.
A third suspect, a black female,
is reported to already
be at the victim's address.
Suspects are armed and
considered dangerous.
- Four Adam 30, roger.
- Four Adam 16, we're
rolling backup to 30.
(exciting music)
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful music)
(woman crying hysterically)
- Oh please, you
gotta find him, please.
They've got my husband,
and they're gonna kill him.
I know it, I know it,
they're gonna kill him.
I know it.
(sobbing)
(indistinct radio chatter)
The man who did most of
the talking was well-dressed,
nice looking, in his 40s.
Isn't there any word
about my husband yet?
- We're doing all we can.
- Give it time, Mrs. Elliot.
The entire force
is on the alert.
We'll find him.
- Anything unusual
about these people?
Any accent, things
they did or said?
- I don't think so.
It was all so unexpected,
so frightening.
Either of the men
ever, uh, well,
make a pass at you?
- No.
Of course the two men
were only here a short time
while we waited for
Stan to come home.
Then they left with him.
- But you were here
alone with the woman
about an hour or so.
- Well yes, but she mostly
fiddled with the TV set.
Kept flipping the
dial all the time.
- Like she was looking
for a particular program?
- Yes, I guess so.
She said something
about a ballgame back east.
She kept flipping the
channel to channel nine.
Like she didn't know
the local stations.
- Might be from out of town.
That covers a lot of territory.
- [Hooker] Yeah, like
the rest of the world.
- Mrs. Elliot.
Is this your chip?
- No, it was hers, the woman's,
she kept rolling it back
and forth over her fingers.
- The Capri in Vegas.
Mrs. Elliot, they
found your husband.
- He's dead, isn't he?
- I'm sorry, yes.
(somber music)
(peppy music)
- Some interesting
stuff out of Las Vegas.
They've seen our teletype
of the bank robbers,
and they ran the whole
package through Nevada CII.
They came up with a match.
Carson City bank robbery
two months ago, same MO.
They picked up a
young bank cashier,
dropped him off later, dead.
One of them raped a hostage.
- Did you get an
ID on any of them?
- That's the good part.
They picked up a young guy
catching a flight to Las Vegas
named George Collins.
He fit the description
of the rapist,
but the hostage
wouldn't or couldn't
pick him out of a lineup
so they had to kick him free.
He's known to
associate with a man
by the name of John Fender.
- Can we get Collins' picture?
- Thanks.
- I paid Joanne McCormick
a visit 30 minutes ago.
She identified Collins as
the man who raped her.
- Las Vegas here we come.
You cut me in, Hooker.
I'm gonna go pack.
(patrons chatting)
- Talk about hyper.
You gonna take her?
- I think so.
You sit on things here, Jim.
Stacy is making all the
right moves on the surface
but here emotions
are all locked up.
Smiles on the outside, no
hint of what's going on inside.
- You think it's Baker's death.
- That, and Elliot's.
She's probably thinking
it could happen to her too
sooner instead of later.
(sniffling)
I thought there was something
behind all those
smiles in there.
- I'm okay, Hooker, really.
- You could have fooled me.
Or is that the point?
- I've just been under a
little pressure, that's all.
- A little, or a lot?
Come on, Stacy, this is Hooker.
Talk to me.
- I just can't get
him out of my mind.
- Baker?
- He didn't know he
was going to die that day.
Getting shot to death
isn't part of the routine.
- It's part of the job.
Every time you pin on the badge.
You know it could happen.
- I know that.
Maybe I'm just scared.
- Of what?
- It could have been me, not
Baker who took those bullets.
- It's a risk we take.
- But I don't know if I
can face that anymore.
- You'll know, Stacy.
And you'll do what
you have to do.
You have to deal with
it one step at a time
and the next step is Las Vegas.
(funky music)
Last time I was here I
went home a 30 buck winner,
you believe that?
- If you say so, Hooker.
Maybe you're luck's
in finding partners.
Mine have always been
ugly and unpleasant
and growing whiskers.
- Think of me in the same way.
I'm just one of the guys.
(laughing)
- I'll try, but it
won't be easy.
Okay, let me fill you in.
George Collins fitting
the right description
has had a room at the
Carriage Inn for three weeks.
Number 212, but he
hasn't been there much.
Among his visitors has been
a very attractive black woman
IDed as Lorett Blake.
- A former dealer at
one of the casinos.
- You got it.
- That sounds like our woman.
It sounds like our guy, too.
- Okay, well I got a
backup unit already rolling,
so uh, let's move.
- Let's go.
(light saxophone music)
The department records
show that Collins hangs out
with a man named John
Fender, you know him?
- Fender's a one
time flyboy gone sour.
He resigned in lieu
of a court martial.
- What charge?
- Grand theft.
Of course he didn't stand trial.
He ended up managing
a motel in the strip,
hustling where he
could, nothing big.
He's a good man gone bad.
- Well, we've all got
our own little problems.
- Look, Hooker, you
people made this case.
Ball's in your
court if you say so.
I'm holding a search warrant.
I've alerted the manager.
He says he thinks
Collins is in the room.
He's not sure about any others.
- Okay.
Stacy and I will
go in as a couple.
You get some men
on the other side there
to any windows
that might be there,
and get some
people on the landing.
- I could use the
bullhorn, try to talk him out.
- Got my vote on that one.
- No.
We'd have to
empty the place first
and Collins might catch on.
He's smart, and that
would guarantee a shootout.
This way we've got the element
of surprise working for us.
- It's your show.
How you going in?
- Right after my foot.
Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
- Hooker, I've got a
bad feeling about this.
- We've done it before, Stace.
And we'll do it again.
I'm depending on you.
(door clicking)
(gun firing)
(exciting music)
(grunting)
Stacy, it's over.
It's done.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that
right to remain silent,
anything you say can and
will be used against you
in a court of law.
- [Group] Hut, one two three.
Hut, one two three.
Hut.
(computer beeping)
- You know how this works?
- No, but I have a
sergeant who used to be
the best robbery
detective in the department
to show me how.
- And don't you forget it.
We fed the sum total of
all the information we had
from the two local hits
and the one in Carson City
into Patrick here, and in
Patrick's informed opinion,
there are nine prime
possible locations
they might go for.
Six are downtown, and three
are in the western section.
- Why are we so
sure Fender and Lorett
will be back in business?
- Because we got
Collins with their loot
before he could stash it.
- That's right.
They're gonna be frustrated,
hungry, and dangerous.
- Okay, it figures,
but how do we know
which one to stakeout?
- They're all going
to be staked out,
but this is the one
we're going to take.
And you know why?
- Sure, Patrick's first choice.
- That's a smart
cop, you know that?
We'll be using these
new wireless remotes.
Microphone, ear piece.
Powered by silver oxide cells.
- What's the range?
- We can talk to each other
from about three blocks away.
- Sounds great in theory.
- Sure does.
We'll see how it
works out in practice.
We'll change
clothes at the bank.
Let's go through the
drill one more time.
Lorett's entrance is our cue.
I'll alert the backup outside
and I'll take her in
the customer line
before she knows she's made.
Stacy, you'll back me up
from your position over there,
and Jim, you'll back up
the officers with Fender
from your position
over by the teller's desk.
Any questions?
- How do we get out
of this chicken outfit?
(suspenseful music)
- Find anything interesting?
- So far, just a pretty blonde
with a slight southern accent.
- That's a west Texas accent.
- Even better, like
deep in the heart of.
Cool it, it's not her.
- Close.
- Hooker.
- You got a problem?
- I could live
without this detail.
I mean, getting out in
the field is one thing,
but being here waiting,
playing sitting ducks
for those gun freaks
is something else.
- You're asking
me to pull you out?
- I thought maybe you'd
been thinking about it already.
- It's a hell of a way of
having this conversation
with a bug in my ear
and a bug in my tie.
I'll let you know when
I think you can't cut it.
(sighs)
- You know, I never
thought I'd get to the point
where I wouldn't ever want
to see another $10 bill again.
But I'm there.
You brooding?
- A little.
- Stacy?
- I'm beginning to
get worried about her.
- Come on.
Look, as a friend, relax, huh?
I mean, think about something,
something fun, something
you really want to do.
(jazzy music and
patrons chatting)
- Yeah.
I'm thinking.
That big blonde from west Texas.
She's 27 years old.
I wonder if she'd like to go
to San Francisco
for the weekend.
With a passionate,
free-spending,
affectionate man of the world.
- I'm gonna have to check
my schedule, Hooker.
I don't know how
soon I'll be available.
(chuckling)
- My fingers hurt from
typing mash notes
to Clint Eastwood all day.
I gather nothing happened
at any of the other banks.
- Nothing.
A waste of manpower, 50
cops sitting on their cans.
- How long is the department
going to let that go on?
- They've already
started to cut us back.
Two more days, that's it.
- Well Fender and Lady
Macbeth lost the 100,000
when we got George Collins.
They must have a hit in mind.
In fact, from their point
of view, they have to.
- Unless they got scared off
when we busted Collins.
- No, they like killing
people too much.
And they're going to keep on
doing it until they're stopped.
(people chatting)
- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Stacy Sheridan.
Are you new here?
- No, no, I'm
Anne St. Claire, hi.
I just had a couple days off.
But the manager filled me in.
Are you really part
of the stakeout?
- Yes, but there's nothing
for you to worry about.
If these people do come in,
just do what they say,
and you'll be all right.
Are you nervous?
- Yeah, you could say that.
- Don't be.
Here are pictures of
the two we're expecting.
Just do your regular
work like you always do,
and don't look for them.
- I've seen this girl,
right here in this bank!
- When?
- Like just a
couple of days ago,
before I took off,
maybe three days ago.
She came in asking about a loan.
So we filled out an application.
Here it is.
I was gonna show
it to the manager
because nothing that
she gave me checked out.
Names, addresses,
they were all phony.
But this is her,
this is the girl.
- Excuse me.
- Hooker, you copy?
- Roger.
- Lorett Blake was in this bank
the day before we
started our stakeout.
She filled out a
phony loan application.
- Looks like we've been chosen.
Stay alert.
- Relax, Anne, and
stop looking at the door.
(vase clatters)
(creepy music)
- How far behind are they?
- Relax.
They're right behind us.
- Hooker to control.
They've just entered
the bank, two suspects.
Proceed with plan.
Hooker to strike team.
Wait, do not enter bank.
They've picked
up some extra help.
Two male Caucasians.
Delay any action until
they leave the bank.
We don't want a
shootout in here.
Stacy, Carter, give
them the money.
We'll take them outside.
(suspenseful music)
- Next, please.
Good morning.
- That's the name for it, baby.
Get your hands up.
Everybody, shut
up and stand still!
You two lovebirds
over there, move,
get in the corner, now.
Everybody, stand still
or we'll blow holes in you.
Get your hands
up, now, everybody!
You over there, get
over in the corner, now.
- Fill the bag.
- Come on move, get
over in the corner, now.
Everybody get your hands up.
Did you hear me over there?
Get your hands up now!
- [Thug] Don't move.
- What's the matter over
here, get your hands up.
- Move, lady!
- Cool it, cool it.
Let them take the
money and leave.
- Remember me, honey?
- No, I mean I don't...
- Oh yeah, you remember me,
I did a whole number on you.
We're gonna
clean this place out.
And when we do, that
means I'm gonna have
a lot of money to spend.
Wanna come along for kicks?
- All right, knock it off.
Keep your eyes open, dammit.
- Shut up!
How come my
application's on top?
What's going on?
- Nothing, it's just routine.
- The references
in it didn't check out.
We have to report things
like that to the manager.
- Little Miss Cool with all
the answers, right, honey?
I don't remember you
being here the other day.
Let me see your purse.
I want to see what
you carry around.
And hand it over
real nice and slow like.
- I gotta get out of here.
Ow! (moaning)
(guns firing)
(intense music)
(guns firing)
- Drop the gun!
Move and I'll
blow your head off.
(gun fires)
- Get out of here!
- Fender!
Stop!
(gun firing)
(siren wailing)
(people clamoring)
Get an ambulance right away.
Well, this won't even slow
down your chasing girls.
- That may be the best
news I've had all day.
- Does this mean I'm gonna
have to bring you candy
and magazines and listen
to your complaints
about the nurses?
- Hey, I've never
complained about nurses yet.
Now that we know I'm
gonna live, how about you?
Are you okay?
- Sure.
We're cops.
We do what we have to.
Right, Hooker?
- That's right.
We do what we have to.
(soft music)
(people chatting)
- I'm really sorry to leave
you with all the paperwork.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
- Hey, Jim, I'll
check with you later.
Stacy.
You did a hell of a job there.
- Thanks.
Can I get out of here now?
- No.
The detectives from the
officer involved shooting team
are coming, you know that.
You thought it was gonna
be your turn to be hit next.
That was it, wasn't' it?
- I knew.
Baker died, Mr. Elliot
and the others.
I just knew there
was a bullet in this one
with my name all over it.
- Well let me tell
you what I knew.
When the chips are down,
class will out every time.
(soft music)
(exciting music)
(triumphant music)